Chapter 5
That afternoon, after Bert had asked me to the formal dance, was an
exciting haze of preparations, enthusiasm, and anticipation. Bert had
asked me out! ME! I felt so grown up and adult. Like I was going on my
first real date, if you don't count hand holding in a movie and kissing
after you and some girls meet some boys at the theater or the mall.
Anyway, that was all I was used to. And though I'd gone to dance class,
I'd never been to a formal dance except the one at the end of the
class, and that doesn't really count.
Needless to say, I couldn't take a nap even if I'd wanted to, and I
didn't.
After showering and setting my hair, etc. Sarah and I picked out a low-
cut, formal white dress for me to wear. It came down just over my
knees. I also wore a pink bra, white high heels, white nylons held up
with a red garters, pink panties, and a pink slip. BOY! Did I feel
grown up. I looked in Sarah's full-length mirror and I thought I looked
simply delicious! So big and sophisticated and yet sweet and innocent
at the same time.
Sarah had already left with her date (she was also going to the dance)
before Bert called down the hall to see if I was ready. BOY WAS I!
As I walked down the hall Bert gave a low whistle. "You look great!" he
said. "Doesn't she, Dad? Doesn't she look marvelous?"
Uncle Bert set his paper down and said, "Yeah, she looks fine. Fine,
indeed. Very pretty. So grown up, little niece. You look real nice."
I blushed at all the attention from these two as Bert pinned some
flowers on my dress. We walked out and got into his 1954 Chevy. Well,
really it was both his and his Dad's car. They had found it in
someone's barn and spent over two years reconditioning it. Now it was
in mint condition. Two-door, white over yellow. Bert had waxed it in
the afternoon and it shone brightly in the late afternoon sun.
We drove over to Steve's house and picked him up. I sat between him and
Bert as we went to pick up Steve's date, Julia. Steve was a perfect
gentleman on the way over, but he did peck me lightly on my right cheek
when he got in. The rest of the way over to Julia's house, he talked
about how much he liked my dress and how grown up I looked. You know,
nice talk. Real sweet.
Steve went in to get his date and I almost dropped a load when I saw
who "Julia" was. SHE WAS THE REDHEAD! The beautiful redhead I'd seen in
my dreams and in moments of fantasy. Julia. Now I had a name. I wish I
was Julia. I wish I knew more about her. I wish I looked more like her.
I wish my breasts were as developed as Julia's were.
I had to get out of the car for Steve and Julia to get in the back
seat.
"Suzi, this is Julia. Julia Roberts. Julia, this is Suzi. I think
you've already met once before," and Steve gave a sly little wink and
grin, but he didn't dwell on it. Like I said, he was sweet.
Julia seemed to be very gracious and friendly. She smiled at me and
said, "So very pleased to meet you, Suzi."
I mumbled some pleasantries in return. God! All I could do was stare at
her. She was SO beautiful. She wore all pink except for black net
stockings, but not the cheap kind with the big spaces. She was
stunning. Her long white legs were clearly visible through the black
mesh. The pink dress which didn't quite reach her knees accented her
beautiful light red hair, and its low cut front allowed me to see just
the beginning of her breasts, the white tops of those young, soft
mounds. Her smile had a way of melting me on the spot. It was broad and
sincere, and her even white teeth seemed to sparkle in the evening sun.
God! She was beautiful.
As she bent to get into the car, I couldn't help but to try to look
down her dress. I could see more of her beautiful tits, almost down to
the pink nipples, I thought.
But then I realized that Bert, still behind the wheel, was watching me
trying to peek. He looked at me and almost laughed out loud. But just
winked, turned back in his seat, and restarted the car. I was deeply
embarrassed. Now it was me, and not the guys, with all the dirty
thoughts. I blushed and got in the car after Steve.
The dance was a dream. It was held at the local country club, and
everyone was SO grown up and polite and friendly, even to me, an
outsider. My dance card was all filled up after the first few dances
with Bert, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The band was young and many
had long hair, but they played well and played a lot of slow dances.
The clubhouse ballroom had a mirrored globe which spread fragments of
starry lights all over the room. It was VERY ROMANTIC! Bert and I had a
number of dances together, and on the slow dances he would hold me
close and tenderly. I was in love. I was had. I only hoped he felt the
same about me. Steve was utterly a gentleman also, and I knew I was
also VERY FOND of him.
The whole night I also kept my eye on Julia Roberts. We sat together at
the table and she seemed to take a very friendly interest in me. I only
wish my interest was just friendly. I seemed to be the only one with
bad thoughts, and I tried to wipe them from my mind.
I would try to watch her dancing sometimes. I always wanted to know
where she was. And sometimes, she would see me and smile back. I'd
almost melt, and whoever I was dancing with would look at me strangely
because I had pushed myself against him in those few moments. Then I'd
catch myself, pull back, and try to put Julia out of my mind. But it
wasn't easy. My eyes kept drifting back.
Once, at the table when we were both there between dances and Steve and
Bert had gone for drinks, I saw her bend over her dance card and I
raised up in my chair a bit to try to see more of her breasts. I just
couldn't help myself, it seemed. AND GOD! I think I saw the top of her
right nipple at the bottom of the cool, alabaster mound cupped in her
dress. She happened to look up right then and I lowered myself quickly
and turned away. I blushed. I was deeply embarrassed, but when I looked
back at her, she just gave me a warm, friendly smile, that seemed
pretty innocent even though it lasted a bit longer than I would have
expected.
The last dance was heaven! It was slow and went on forever, and Bert
held me in his arms closely, but not sexily--just VERY, VERY, VERY
romantic. And I was so proud to be there with him, and I felt like he
was MY MAN, and I was all grown up and at a real prom at high school or
something. God, I was happy.
And every time I turned around, Julia seemed to be there, her eyes half
closed as she slow danced with Steve and smiled at me. It was like
magic. We seemed to be right near each other for the whole time.
Here were three people I really cared about, accepting me and letting
me be with them and making me feel SO accepted and grown up. It was
great! I wished the dance would never ever ever end.
But of course, it did. And after applauding the band, and collecting
our things, Bert and I walked hand-in-hand into the magic of a Maine
summer evening with stars in the sky and lightning bugs and a warm
breeze and the smell of pine washing over us. My, it was grand! I was
with the man I loved in a land I was falling in love with at just the
right time in my life. If he would have asked me to marry him right
then and there I would have said "I do" a thousand times.
As we walked to the car, Bert stopped and hugged me closely but like a
lover should, nothing indecent. "You up for going with me to see the
ol' Four-Leaf?"
"What?" I'd forgotten about what he had said about a club.
"Our club. You wanta see?"
"Yes, Bert, anything you say." I didn't want the night to ever end.
I sat close to Bert and held onto his right arm as we drove down the
main highway then turned off on a dirt road at the edge of town. We
drove for another 10 minutes, and I thought I could hear a rustling in
the back seat. I turned and saw Julia and Steve softly kissing. It was
just romantic, but I was a bit jealous. Strange as it sounds, I wish I
was kissing Julia, not Steve. But I turned around and tried to
concentrate on Bert. I kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Um," he said, and smiled.
I didn't know what I expected the club to be, but I certainly didn't
expect what I saw. The house, with the words "Four-Leaf" on a large
plaque over the doorway, looked like a country estate. It was circled
by large, freshly mown lawn and surrounded by woods except to the front
which looked over a lake. The lawn itself must have been 10 acres. It
was huge, and a barn behind the house (I saw as we drove past) held the
tractor it took just to keep the lawn mowed. The house had two stories
with a verandah in front, a tennis court and swimming pool in back.
How, I wondered, did these kids get to come here? How could they ever
afford to rent a place like this? Little did I know then that they
actually OWNED the place!
We walked into the huge main room (almost as large as the ballroom we
had just left) which had a very high ceilings and a mirrored globe
suspended from the center of the ceiling. Jesus, I thought, someone
holds dances here, too. There were a bunch of kids (maybe sixteen when
we arrived) from the dance already there, and just then music began
playing from a stereo along the back wall. Some of the kids began
dancing again, just like we'd never left.
Two ping-pong tables with paddles and balls were against the far wall.
And four guys began playing.
More and more couples arrived until about 40 people were there. Bert
and I danced a couple dances while the place filled up and in between I
talked with some of the girls. An air of expectancy filled the room
with an exciting atmosphere. If I had know what was to come, I would
have run out then and there, but in the long run it's probably best
that things went as they did. At least I tell myself so.
Someone stopped the music and Bert stepped up to a mike that was along
the back wall.
"Greetings, club members!"
Everyone yelled "Greetings" back, as if on cue.
"Tonight we have two new initiates. It promises to be a fantastic
ceremony!"
Everyone screamed their approval. I just stood there enjoying the fact
that Bert, who I was with, was so important that he was running the
show. I felt proud and important to be with him.
"So without further adieu . . ." Bert said, his speech rising like a
circus m.c., "will the two initiates please step forward? James B.
White and Suzi Q. Johnson, COME ON DOWN!!!!" Bert was yelling now,
having a good time and not the least bit self-conscious. I was dazzled.
So happy I could have been twins.
I hadn't recognized my name. I was concentrating on Bert and his
importance. I saw one guy step forward and recognized him as the guy
who danced with me three times earlier. More than anyone else except
Bert. Even once more than Steve.
"Come on, Suzi. Don't be shy, now," Bert laughed into the mike.
I was shocked! I felt the hands of some of the guys and girls pushing
me forward. I'm too shy to stand in front of these people, I thought.
Not me. Not me. I just wanta watch. Not me!
But I couldn't say anything. I just walked (and was half pushed) to the
front of the crowd, almost falling over a curved mirror that was built
into the center of the floor. I slipped, but someone grabbed my arm. I
was embarrassed already, imagine how I would have felt if I had fallen!
"Come here, honey," Bert said when I got to the front of the crowd. I
walked to his side and held his hand, but I couldn't look at the faces
in the crowd so I looked down, feeling stupid as I did so.
"How 'bout a round of applause for our initiates?"
The applause was gratifying but embarrassing. I felt myself blush. If I
had known what was to come, I certainly would have done more than
blush!
"Let's see these two dance in the middle of the floor. In two days they
will be full members of ol' Four Leaf! So let's get a good look at
them."
Again there was applause as the crowd let Jimmy and me step to the
middle of the floor. The lights dimmed a bit, the music started, and
several colored lights hit the mirrored globe. It was a slow dance, and
Jimmy held me loosely and respectfully. I remembered how we had danced
earlier, and it was the same now. Jimmy seemed just as shy as me, and
didn't try to draw me too closely to him. I thought he seemed like a
real nice guy and we could be good friends in the future, being
initiates together and all.
But I was still apprehensive. Worried about the "two days." About the
club. What did they do? Was it just a social club? Dances and picnics?
Outings on the lake? I just didn't know. But going there at midnight
after a dance seemed strange, vaguely troubling.
We danced for four or five minutes cheek to cheek, but softly of
course. I could hear people talking and when I looked at them I
realized that they were talking about us, about Jimmy and me. Some were
pointing at us occasionally and looking thoughtfully. Soon the lights
came back up and the music faded. We were left awkwardly in the center
of the floor not knowing what to do. For maybe 15 seconds we keep
dancing, but then the ridiculousness of the situation made us stop. The
crowd was strangely silent, now.
We stood apart and looked at the crowd. They had somber, determined
faces. I looked around and saw Bert. I gave him a questioning look, but
his face didn't change a bit. it was stony, strangely without any depth
or caring.
"Jimmy?" Bert said.
"What?"
"Sue?"
"What?" I meekly questioned.
"It's time for your initiation. Stand facing each other in the middle
of the floor."
I didn't know what to do, but all the grim faces somehow told me I'd
better do as I was told. I found Julia's face, and even it seemed hard,
menacing.
We walked to the center, looking down. But in the center, built into
the floor was a curved mirror, I think they call it "convex." We didn't
want to step on that. In my high heels, I'd slip if I did.
"O.K.! Now, take off each others clothes!" Bert barked.
"One item at a time! Vary it. Boy, girl, boy, girl!"
I could see by Jimmy's expression that he was just as shocked as I was.
I felt faint, and a hot flood of emotion swept through me. I was
betrayed! Shamed for anyone even thinking I'd do such a thing! Belittle
and confused. Panicked. And, yes--you guessed it--hot. Just plain
sexually hot. In the sweet fever of cock and cunt. Thinking about naked
skin and being exposed and having someone lick me or having to choke on
a fat cock or . . . Well, you get the idea.
"Bert, what are you doing?" I whimpered.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Jimmy asked.
"This is no joke. You were told to strip each other. Now do it!"
"I'm going home!" Jimmy said and he walked toward the front door. But
the crowd was about five deep in that direction and they pushed him
backward, hard. He slipped and fell on his face cause he slid on the
mirror in the floor.
"JESUS!" I said. "What are you doing? Stop it! Now." I was already
beginning to cry by this time, I think. It's a bit hard to remember.
"Jimmy."
"Y-y-yes?" He was scared now having come into contact with the solid
force of the crowd. The beast of raw, uncaring power that a mob had,
but this seemed contained, directed, well rehearsed.
"Take off Suzi's shoes," Bert instructed.
"No! Please, Bert." I was sobbing by this time. Confused. Hurt. Hot.
"Listen, Susan! Do as I say! If you don't . . ." The pause was
calculated to be menacing and it WAS! I felt fear to my very core. His
voice told me that no matter how bad it would be to follow his
instructions, it would be far worse to disobey.
Jimmy was already cowed. His face was completely white with fear and
his hands visibly shook. He got down on his knees and lifted my right
ankle, steadying me, as he pulled off my right shoe then he did the
same with my left.
Foolishly, I told myself that maybe it would end there. We'd both have
to take off each others shoes, then there would be a big laugh and
everyone kick off their shoes and dance in their stocking feet until
dawn. It even seem more romantic. Or maybe they'd get our shoes off,
blindfold us, make us stand on chairs and throw tacks in front of us
and then jump. That old one. Where they catch the tacks in a blanket or
something.
"Your turn, Suzi!"
I was still crying, but I felt a bit better and I knelt to take off
Jimmy's shoes. Then stood back up waiting for the ice to melt.
"Jimmy!"
"What?"
"Your turn!" Bert's voice was louder.
Jimmy had apparently fooled himself as I had. Now I could see his hands
trembling more and his face flush with resentment and anger and fear.
He seemed to be in a mild state of shock. As I was.
Now he bowed his head and walked around behind me, his hands fumbling
with my zipper.
I was really scared! I looked at Bert. At Steve. At Julia. But I got
the same stony stare from each. I wanted to curl into a ball and
disappear. I stared crying a little more. I looked pleadingly around.
The same stare! It seemed SO cold.
Jimmy wasn't crying but he was scared. Finally he got my zipper down
then just looked around in shock.
"Come on! Pull it down."
I felt Jimmy's hands softly on my shoulders as he grabbed the shoulders
of my dress, trying to touch me as little as possible. "I'm sorry," he
whispered in my ear. And I truly think he was. But if he was like me,
he was getting a bit hot, too.
I felt the dress being pulled off my shoulders, over my arms, and down
my body. I felt it was best not to fight it and I was trying to be as
passive as possible so as not to incite the crowd. Maybe this would be
it. They'd see me in my slip and then we'd all start dancing. Or maybe
all the girls would strip to their slips and come over and hug me. I
wanted to feel Julia's naked arms around me when we were both half
dressed. I wanted to feel her lips on mine . . .
But I was still crying, probably because I knew this wasn't going to
stop with my slip. We were on a long slide, and wouldn't stop until we
hit the bottom. I was just fooling myself if I tried to believe
anything else. I could feel the fear in the pit of my stomach along
with, I must admit, my confused sexual desires.
I was now standing in front of a crowd of formally dressed people in
only my slip. Those who seemed so accepting, those with whom I had felt
I belonged just a short time before, now seemed menacing and strange.
Aloof. And I felt like a small frightened child in the midst of a city
of adults. This was a one-ring circus and I was its naked clown.
"Take off his jacket!" Bert's abrupt order brought me back from my
reverie.
I felt so helpless and even more naked and afraid than Jimmy. I walked
over to him and he tried to comfort me. He nodded slightly and softly
whispered, "It'll be all right. Go ahead." I took off his jacket from
behind and, on Bert's order, removed his cumberbun as well.
"Now her slip!"
Jimmy looked at me apologetically, but I could tell the prospect
excited him. I could see a bulge in his pants! Although he still tried
to befriend me. He knelt down and pulled up my slip. Apparently he
didn't know that all he had to do was pull the straps over my
shoulders. I could hear a few girls giggle as he pulled it up my legs,
over the tops of my white stockings--bringing my red garters into plain
view!--and up my thighs. I felt Jimmy's fingers on the backs of my
naked thighs and thought I was going to burst. I was still crying, and
now I started that old familiar shake, the shake of lust and confusion
and humiliation and, well, just plain wanting COCK!
His fingers proceeded to pull across my pink panties and tummy as he
pulled the slip higher and I raised my arms as he brought it to tit
level. Again, his fingers scraped my tits through the little pink bra.
I realized that he was probably trapped in prison of lust as well, and
though he wanted to be respectful of me, he couldn't help himself. I
forgave him that.
He stumbled a bit getting it over my head and off my arms, and bumped
into my almost naked body, but I'm sure that this was not intentional.
I was in pink bra, pink panties, and white stockings, held up by
violent red garters, in front of the crowd. I felt like I was going to
be sick. But I managed, through my crying and shaking fingers, to take
off Jimmy's shirt. His chest was pretty broad and he had fairly strong
arms for a young teenager. But I was too scared to notice much. Then,
when Bert told me to take off his pants, too, I almost dropped!
I undid his belt and couldn't go on. I looked at Bert, but all he did
was sneer. I looked up at Jimmy, and he quietly nodded encouragement to
me. I think I loved him then. We were both so vulnerable and alone and
he could have been, as I was, consumed with self doubt and loathing and
pity and fear, but he was concerned with me instead. What a nice guy, I
thought, but I was still very scared.
As I undid his zipper my hand went over his bulge and, again, my heart
almost stopped. What a cock!, I thought. Boy, I'd love to . . . But I
was still crying scared and had to go on. I pulled his trousers down
and my hand accidentally (I think it was accidental, at any rate)
rubbed against the back of his cock through his boxer shorts. The
effect--beside the hot flood of lust in me--was his cockhead poked out
of the opening! I was dumb-struck. I was eyeball to eyeball with cock
(it was pink and lovely, like a little pony poking its head out of the
stall at sunrise). I could hear a bunch of the girls and some guys,
giggle and laugh. Hard as they tried to be to us, the sight of a guy
with the head of his naked cock sticking out was too much to bear.
Jimmy blushed all over and stuffed the beautiful apple- shaped cockhead
back in. I looked at him, hoping he wouldn't blame me. He didn't. He
looked at me in a way to show he understood. And I took off his pants.
I was on an emotional rollercoaster. I didn't know what to feel. Shame
or lust or fear or . . . I felt like all my insides were being
rearranged all at once. Everything was hot and gooey and slipping and
mucking about. My insides felt like outsides and the outsides, in.
There were no borders anymore. Maybe there never were, but I felt as
though I had suddenly lost all moorings and was adrift, and I was used
to stability. I NEEDED it. But it wasn't to be had. All sense of order
and propriety and human dignity and mutual respect had be violently
wrenched away from me. I felt like I was lost and like even if I was
found I'd never be at home in the world again.
"Jimmy, peel those stockings off the bitch!"
Jimmy tried one last stand. "Isn't this enough! Haven't you seen
enough. What do you want? Huh?" He was shouting and they let him. "What
the fuck are you trying to do. Maybe we don't want in your stupid club.
Maybe you can go fuck yourselves. Fuck you! Fuck you! You son-of-
bitches. What the hell do you want? Huh?"
Bert's voice was low and steady, "We want you to do what you're told."
The calmness in his voice made it all the more frightening.
Jimmy, barely holding back his tears, dropped to his knees in front of
me. He grabbed my right thigh above the stockings for support (though
his hand directly and surely on my naked flesh made me jolt and start
shaking even harder--I felt like I was going to lose my stomach). Then
he grabbed my bright red garter and began pulling it and my white
stocking off my leg. I could see my tanned and pink flesh emerging from
the soft white casing of the stocking.
"Slowly!" Bert said.
Jimmy slowed down and, I cannot blame him for this, began to caress my
thigh, knee, and calf and he pulled the pink stocking off my firm leg.
I was crying, sick, and embarrassed, but fucking HOT, too. I lifted my
leg and pointed my toe for him to take the stocking off. I wished
everyone would disappear and he would eat me right there! He did the
left leg the same way only a bit slower and caressing, even squeezing
once or twice, all the way. My crying and trembling seemed to increase.
"Now. His tee-shirt and socks."
Everything was swirling and bumping around. I pulled his tee-shirt up
and off, rubbing into him as I did--no longer was it an accident. I
WANTED FUCKED! And I could see his white, hairless chest, fairly
muscular (only not like Bert's or Steve's) through the sheen of my
tears. Then I took off his socks, with shaking fingers, slightly
caressing his thighs as I did.
But I could feel black bile in me rise as I stood up again, in my
little pink bra and panties.
"Her bra!" Bert barked.
Jimmy went behind me as I began shaking and crying harder. I could feel
his hard-on poke in my right cheek as he struggled to unhook my bra. He
rubbed it around a bit, I'm sure on purpose, but I didn't blame him. I
was too fucked up to blame anyone anymore.
As he remove my bra and the cool air hit my little pink titties there
in front of everyone, so everyone could see, I fell to my knees in
shaking dry heaves.
There I was, with only panties on, puking (or, rather, trying to puke)
through my tears for all the world to see. Coughing and choking, I
spasmed as my stomach lurched and lurched, and I shook and lurched like
a dog in front of everyone. I was sick as shit! My crying came in loud
gusts between empty heaves. My hands would go to my mouth and then to
the floor. I tried to snap out of it, but I no longer had any control.
EVEN MY BODY HAD BETRAYED ME! I shook with lust and shame and fear, and
heaved, tears pouring out of my eyes, and nobody said a fucking word.
They all just watched and watched.
Soon, I felt a cool hand on my brow. I looked, and through my tears and
embarrassment, still with a few short heaves, I could see Julia. Her
sweet face was looking directly at me with understanding and sympathy.
"Relax. Don't you understand? We've all been through this," she said
comforting me. "A lot of girls and some of guys have even gotten sick.
You're not alone." And she stroked my hair and back as I kept shallow
heaving for several minutes and then settled down somewhat.
She was right. I shouldn't feel so bad. And to think, JULIA came over
to comfort ME. Hell, I felt a better. I was still shaking some, after
the heaves had passed, and still crying, but Julia had strengthened me.
I felt better and was able to stand again, even though I was almost
completely naked in front of a crowd of mostly strangers, all of whom
were dressed to the teeth.
Bert looked at me, a little more sympathetically, I thought, but said
only, "His shorts."
I gulped and wiped my face, pushing some of my tears aside, and let my
shaking hands go top the sides of Jimmy's shorts. As I gripped the
elastic, I seemed to feel that Jimmy was, perhaps uncontrollably,
shoving his pelvis somewhat forward. I wanted to pull his shorts down
fast, to get it over with, but before I started Bert told me to do it
slowly, do I closed my eyes and started pulling them down. I could feel
the tug of his boner as it caught in the elastic and the sudden release
as it sprung free. I could hear some oh's and ah's from several girls.
One even said, "Yum. Yum."
I was scared as shit, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed. There was his
COCK! Still bouncing and swaying slightly right in front of my face. It
was hard and strong, not as ridged as Steve's, not as dark as Bert's.
It was a young, teenage cock with a bold pink, apple-shaped head, still
a bit plump, with some baby fat on, but able to be firm. A bopping,
muscled, mouthing cock beating a tattoo of lust into my heart.
Scrolling a scrimshaw of hot sex on my Irish tooth. Fat and pink as a
baby! BOY! YES, fans, IT'S A BABY BOY!
I was HAD! My sex drive was in forth, but my fear was in reverse. Where
to go? Where to go?
"Off!" snapped Bert, and off they came. Jimmy stepped out of his shorts
and stood there before me. I was on my knees. I simply couldn't move. I
wanted to pop that fat little cock in my mouth and warm it up. It must
be cold, I thought in my confusion of sexual lust. It must be looking
for its mother! Here, honey, I thought, I'm over here. Just let me get
my little lips around . . .
"Go ahead and touch it," Bert said.
I reached up and grabbed the baby's red head and squeezed. It was soft
as a baby's cheeks. But warm and alive. It kept pulling up as I pulled
slightly down. Wonderful! I wanted to nurse it. I wanted to nurse on
it.
But then I realized where I was and let go, terribly ashamed for what I
had done. I wanted to fuck it and every boy now knew. I wanted to stuff
it in my mouth, feel it swirl over my tongue, jump like a goat and spit
down my throat. Now everybody knew. I was a shameless slut! They could
all see through me. I'll bet I blushed.
"Stand up!" Bert said.
I stood and Jimmy, on his own, now walked up to me and held me close to
him. I could feel his whole body next to mine! He was BUCK NAKED and I
only had on my little pink panties. He held me close, as if to comfort
me, but I could feel his dick lurch against my tummy, and I think I
could feel him push it around a bit.
He held and rubbed my young back, gradually letting his hands roam down
to my ass. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, rubbing them as he did.
I felt one of his thumbs, outside my panties, go up and down my little
ass crack.
All of a sudden I could see what he was trying to do! The darling boy
was trying to take my mind off of my fear and shame and trying to make
me hot so I wouldn't get sick again. He was stoking my furnace so the
whole world wouldn't turn upside down. God, he was considerate! Most
boys would only thinking about themselves at a time like this, but NOT
JIMMY. He was trying to get me FUCKING HOT so I wouldn't be so freaking
scared.
Then Jimmy slid down my little body, rubbing against me and feeling up
my little titties and tummy and back, and grabbed my pretty pink
panties from either side and began to pull them down slowly. When he
got to the top of my cunt crack, he licked my belly and grabbed my ass.
I WAS GOING PEOPLE! I thought, but I got real sacred and tried to pull
away from Jimmy, but he pulled me back, squeezing my buns and shoving a
thumb up and down my ass crack, almost down to my virgin butt hole, and
I could feel myself push back against him as my body refused to do as
my brain ordered. Then Jimmy exposed my little blond cunt for all to
see and I could hear oh's and ah's from a bunch of the boys and,
strange to say, from some of the girls, too, I think.
When I stepped out of my pink panties and Jimmy stepped back, to look
at me, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, I realized we were both
more naked than jaybirds (because jaybirds have feathers!) in front of
ALL THESE FUCKING PEOPLE! I didn't know what to do, so I just stood
there trembling and sobbing quietly while I felt myself juiced up
sexually, really squirming inside and all. I kept my hands awkwardly to
my sides and tried not to appear too dumb and look at the floor or
close my eyes, but not face anyone either, but I found myself gazing
directly at Jimmy's hard, apple-headed dick.
I was STUCK. Still crying a bit, hot as hell, stark naked in front of
40 teenage boys and girls, all of whom were dressed to the teeth, in
suits and formal dresses, high heels, etc. And only a short time ago I
had been at a fancy ball and I felt like I was in heaven. NOW here I
was, embarrassed out of my mind, having cried and pleaded with the man
I loved (and the man who now barked orders at Jimmy and me), having
fallen to my knees in dry heaves, and having been stripped naked, piece
by piece in front of the entire crowd to my eternal humiliation, and
NOW I was looking down the loaded barrel of Jimmy's ripe cock! Jimmy,
who at first had seemed as shy as I was, appeared to be more sexually
aggressive as he stripped the last items from me, feeling me up and
even licking the top of my crack and touching my titties and ass
cheeks, but I believed then as now that he was only trying to help me
get over the hump, so to speak, that he was trying to get me excited so
that I would stop crying and worrying and being scared. He wanted to
help, not like some boys who would only think of themselves at such a
time.
"Suck him, Sue," Bert's voice was low but firm.
"What?" I had started crying a bit more again as I realized this affair
was not going to be over with our disrobing.
"Suck his cock," Bert said, then, "Like I taught you."
Now I was even more embarrassed. Bert had talked about me sucking him
in front of all these people! My crying was more pronounced, my shaking
a bit more intense.
"Come on."
Jimmy sympathetically nodded encouragement to me. He was really trying
to help me through this, a step at a time. He walked over to me and
held me by my shoulders in a brotherly sort of way, but his dick poked
me in the stomach and he moved it around a bit on my soft skin as he
held me. "Go on, baby, you can do it." He took my hand and brought it
too his prick, and as he kissed me lightly on the lips, I couldn't help
but squeeze his cock softly and give it a few tentative pumps.
BOY it was something! Hot and hard, but smooth with, as I said before,
a bit of baby fat still on it. I was HEATIN' UP FAST! But I still
didn't want to get down there on the floor and suck his cock in front
of all those people.
We just stood there for almost a minute softly kissing me while I was
still crying and lightly pumping his cock as he pushed it back and
forth, touching and rubbing it on my stomach occasionally. I was
getting hotter and hotter, but at the same time I was scared, because I
knew I'd have to DO IT. I'd have to kneel down, buck naked, and suck a
boy's cock in front of a bunch of people. Yet, and this was the first
time I think I realized it, the humiliation was adding to my sexual
heat. I mean, I really didn't want to suck a cock in front of people,
but . . . well, I really did, too. (Maybe that's why I'm writing my
sexual autobiography biography--the humiliation itself seems to do
something for me . . . I don't know what.) I just knew I was really
scared but that I also REALLY wanted to taste that cock.
I grabbed it from behind the head and, in front of all those kids,
started shamelessly rubbing it all over my belly while I began kissing
Jimmy harder and then frenching him with my tongue and his squirreling
around and then me squirming a bit against him. I was still was crying
a bit, but I started sliding down Jimmy's hard body, still squirming a
bit, trying to rub against his naked skin. When I got my titties to
cock level, I couldn't help but stop for a moment and rub the fatty
ripe head over both of them. GOD, that felt naughty. And nice. I slid
down to my knees and just looked at it for a minute. Jimmy was still
pumping into my hand a bit, his hips going back and forth a bit, his
breathing shallow.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
I think he was really into it now, and I was so grateful for him
getting me hot that, even though I was still scared, I licked the tip
of the soft apple head while still pumping him. GOD, it was nice! Then,
to my ever-lasting shame, I let my little lips circle the head and let
the head slide softly into my mouth. JESUS! IT WAS FANTASTIC. What a
great cock! I grabbed Jimmy's butt with one hand and reeled him in,
squeezing his buns. I got two then three and four inches in while my
hand still worked him over. I remembered to swirl my tongue under the
head of his cock, a sweet cherry of flesh, and I remembered to licked
him further down, keeping my lips real moist and tight, waving and
wagging my tongue back and forth on the underside, and softly moaning.
Bert had taught me and taught me well. And I knew I was so far into it
that my ass was swirling around in the air behind me and my pussy was
sticking out and everyone could probably see it.
Soon Jimmy's whole cock was just covered with my saliva, and my hand
slipped and slid up and down the sweet tube as I sucked and my arm
hugged his butt. Jimmy pushed harder and harder and held my head,
really pushing himself in. But I was ready. BOY, WAS I HOT! I stuck my
ass higher in the air, shaking it and rolling it around, wishing that
the lights or the air or something would become big big big cock and
fuck me from behind. I wanted THAT CREAM. When I heard the crowd
muttering its approval, I remembered where I was, but even though I
realized that I was still crying and shaking from being so damn ashamed
at what I was doing, I still wanted CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM.
I pulled his cock out and let him smear my saliva and his juices all
over my face while I licked at him and pumped him. Then I kitty-tongued
the jerking head some more, teasing it, and let it slip back between my
tightened lips. I let it out again and spread it all over my cheeks and
over my chin, while sticking my tongue into his belly button and
pushing my fingers up and down in his ass crack. I felt SO WILD AND
WICKED AND DIRTY AND GRAND, with his cock in my mouth and my ass
fucking the air. But I was still scared especially when I noticed that
some flashbulbs were going off. But I was TOO FAR GONE TO REALLY
FUCKING CARE, and I sucked that glorious cock back in.
Now Jimmy grabbed the back of my head so I couldn't take him out again
and tease him. Golly, I thought, I'm going to get his cum in my mouth
and everyone will see. I was really ashamed and probably blushed all
over, but like I said, I was too far gone to stop, so I pumped him
faster and harder until he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved
it all the way down my throat and pumped and pumped and I made my lips
tighten and swirled my tongue as much as I could, trying to feel every
inch of his cock in my mouth, and he started spurting burst after
joyous burst down my throat, as I kept gulping him down and pulling him
in over and over, my butt in the air moving in tight little short
circles, and me gulping (breathing through my nose like Bert had taught
me), sucking him in like I was a baby goat sucking the last drops from
its mommy, and I wanted to sing and cry and run away and fuck him right
there and hide my head and . . . Hell! I wanted to become THAT COCK. I
wished I fucking WAS THAT COCK spurting a load down past my red lips
and down my pretty little throat or shoving and rubbing itself over my
titty nipples or tummy or . . . Well, you get the idea.
And Jimmy had been groaning as he shot his load into me and pumping his
hips back and forth while holding my head and shoving me down on his
cock. God, he had a load! And he dumped load after load in me, his cock
still throbbing and hard as I finally was able to pull it out and,
gasping for breath, I kept rubbing it all over my face as it spurted
out its last little dribbles. And I licked it, too. God, I love it
then! And my tail was thrashing about around behind me in the air for
everyone to see, but I'd forgotten all the other kids until I was
shocked out of my dream of COCK AND CUM by their polite applause.
JESUS! What had I done???? Everyone was looking at us. I'd sucked this
sweet cock in public and everyone had seen! And they had also probably
seen my cunt from behind as I pushed it back and let it squirm in the
air, like I was flying the flag of myself for all to see. I was never
so embarrassed in my life. But the evening was far from over, and I was
FUCKING FAR from being sexually satisfied. I kept sticking his cock in
my mouth and nursing on it as Jimmy got smaller and smaller, but he
kept pushing against me as best he could, thrusting his hips at me
while my own hips were, of course, still going.
Out of the side of my eye, I saw Bert motion to someone and looked over
to see two boys part the crowd, caring a low table. I wondered what the
hell was it for.
They came up beside me and set it down. It only stood about a foot off
the floor. Like one of those tables the Japanese eat off of or
something.
"Suzi!"
"What?" I had to let the limp, wet cock slide from my mouth. I wanted
to pout, but I was still crying a bit and shaking since I was still
scared and embarrassed. At the same time I was hot as a goddamn
firecracker--you know, like one of those firecrackers they dropped from
the Enola Gay. Boy, I was HOT HOT HOT! Everybody better stand far the
fuck back.
"Get on the table."
I meekly crawled up on the table on all fours. Now everybody could even
see my pussy better and see my little tits hang down. This made me
hotter, but the second I'd let go of Jimmy's slick dick I felt like I
was cut loose, all alone, and that made me even more scared and
embarrassed. My trembling, both from lust and fear, began in earnest
again and I couldn't stop.
"No! On your back!"
"No, please, Bert," I looked at him through my tears, choking a bit,
and still gulping for air.
"Now."
I laid down carefully on my back, with my arms around my small, pink
breasts, hugging myself, trying to cover myself and stop the shaking at
the same time. There wasn't enough room for my legs to stretch out, so
I bent them at the knees and held them tightly together. I knew
everyone could see me from behind, my cunt and all, but I felt a bit
better, a bit more secure with my knees held tightly against
themselves.
"Jimmy."
"Y-y-yes."Apparently some of the fear had returned as sexual feelings
had been drained.
"Eat her."
The second I heard that, my little butt automatically jerked two inches
up off the table surface. GODDAMN! I was going to get eaten! I was
going to get a hot tongue in my snatch, a licking in my picnic basket!
But then the thought that everyone would see me with a head between me
legs while I came, scared the shit out of me.
Jimmy sank to his knees before me. "Open up, honey," I could feel his
hands on my little knees, gently prying them apart.
As I gradually opened my legs, Jimmy's hands caressed my soft inner
thighs gently squeezing and rubbing up and down while pushing out,
helping me open my legs in front of all these people. I still hugged
myself and shook, softly crying, but Jimmy was trying to put me at
ease, trying to relax my fears and, at the same time, focus my mind on
my body so I would be hot enough to get through the night. What a
sweetie!
Jimmy's hands came closer and closer to my cunt as my legs widened.
Then he slowly bent down, as if in a daze, and lightly licked the tippy
tops of my pink little pussy lips (which were now exposed for ALL TO
SEE!). GODDAMN! I spread my feet apart and finally let my legs go wider
and wider. I WANTED HIM IN ME. ALL OF HIM! Not just his tongue or cock,
you understand. EVERY FUCKING INCH OF HIM! I wanted him to wear me like
skin. Put me on like a wet suit. Crawl inside me like momma bear and
snap me shut. I wanted the outside in, kept down and round, sealed and
healed. I wanted cranked. I wanted dump fucked, rump sucked, and sump
pumped. I wanted waddled, wagged, and wafted. I wanted to MERGE, baby,
MERGE. And not just files, you understand. You can keep your mountain
oysters. I wanted the WHOLE HOG!
Jimmy's hands and tongue had found an immediate response in me. My butt
started jerking up off the table and Jimmy got down to some serious
licking after shoving his nose and chin all over my snatch fur, my soft
cunt cheeks, and my pussy bone. I was leaking and, as Jimmy smiled up
at me, his face shone with my juices. WAS I PROUD! Jimmy's mouth went
back to my cunt as his hands caressed my tummy and butt, one hand
pulling me up to his mouth sometime and a the thumb and forefinger of
the other holding me open for his tongue. I had gradually stopped
hugging myself and even though I was still crying softly and shaking a
bit, my hands had started caressing my own little titties, rubbing over
the pink nipples and squeezing some. JIMMY WAS DRIVING ME FUCKIN' WILD!
He was a GOBBLER OF GASH. A CONNOISSEUR OF CUNT. A PURVEYOR OF PUSSY.
Sometimes he'd get a finger or two in me while he was licking up toward
the top of my crack or gnawing on my nub, and I'd flop like a landed
fish. I'd thrash like a meat packer. Jerk like a juke joint on Sat'day
night. GODDAMN! I WAS HOT AS A FUCKIN' STRING OF FIRECRACKERS!
EVERYBODY HAD BETTER STAND THE FUCK BACK!
As I was flopping there and squeezing my pink little titties with
Jimmy's tongue sloshing around my insides and my legs now grabbing his
head tight, now shaking and trying to open even wider to get more of
him in, I noticed the crowd had come closer and many of them were
getting a real eyeful. Now and then I could see the flash of cameras,
but I felt when I flashed it would blind everybody. Suddenly I noticed
that Julia had come around behind Jimmy and knelt down a bit, but I
didn't know what she was doing down there. HELL, I was too far gone to
give a fuck. Jimmy's tongue and roving hands had brought me to the
goddamn brink and now I was over, falling down free fall toward
Nagasaki or whatever. I started bucking with every tongue waddle, every
slurp and sip tripped my wire, sent me shaking with lights spilling out
of me all over, sound sucking back into itself like a great womb of
blasted silence, and words in my head breaking down into hundreds of
syllables, and the syllables spinning off into letters, and the letters
cracking into ten billion black brick, and the brick breaking to bits,
and the bits pulverized into black sand then dust, and then it all
vaporized into scalding black steam, cracking my heart and scalding my
bowels, and burning my womb. I could feel black lightning ripping up
and down my sides. My toenails snaked and frazzled. My tongue burnt to
a stump. And I goddamn came and came and came and came and came--a
fucking chain reaction that could have blasted silhouettes onto the
sides of brick walls, melted the fucking sky, spit a shock wave that
could have heaved down to the ocean floor and brought it gushing up,
spinning. I MEAN I CAME, SAW, CONQUERED, AND CAME SOME MORE!
I could hear oh's and ah's from the crowd as people pushed forward to
see. My legs over Jimmy's back, now, thumping him with my feet, then
rubbing and squirming them up and down his sides, then wrapped around
his head, trying to pull his face up my cunt. I COULDN'T FUCKING STOP.
I kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Even after Bert and another guy
pulled Jimmy back (and I heard Bert say "Whoa, Big Fella" to Jimmy), my
hands shot to my cunt and my fingers started doing their ol' naughty
dance in me bringing up and over the damn time after time . . . I WAS
ELECTRIC!
Then I felt someone pulling my hands away from my cunt and pulling me
up, or rather two people, girls, pulling me up by my arms, but I wasn't
done yet and wanted to fucking cum more and more and more and never
stop, but some guy slapped me and said, "Wait!"
I was sobbing now, with a bit of embarrassment at having a crooked,
crashed, chain reaction climax in front of all these kids, but also
from the tonguing itself. They took the table away and brought me and
Jimmy to the center of the room. They pointed to the curved mirror and
told Jimmy to stand in it. He did without any trouble. It was just
gradually curved and only three or four feet across. Then the two girls
who had pulled me up and away from my cunt playing, brought me to
Jimmy. His cock was about 3/4ths hard again, and I immediately grabbed
it and started pumping. I WAS STILL HOT HOT HOT HOT and my string of
firecrackers was not even half finished. I was kissing and squirming
against Jimmy but the guy who had slapped me grabbed my shoulder and
said, low but firm, "Back off!"
So I stood back, not touching Jimmy, and shaking with the effort. I
WANTED FUCKED AND FUCKED GOOD! AND NOW!
I heard Bert tell someone, "Get the three incher." And I just stood
there trembling, naked in front of all those people who had damn near
seen me do everything but shit. I was still crying from the tonguing
Jimmy had given me and from wanted to jump his pole right then and
there, even if all these people could see.
Two guys brought a small platform which they placed in front of Jimmy
and which had a fitting which kept it in place in the floor. It was
really just a step, a few inches high, and now it was all that
separated Jimmy and me.
"Suzi?"
"W-w-wh-wa-what?" I was choking now on both my embarrassment and lust
between my sobs. I was still hot as hell, but I'd got a bit more scared
as I looked around and saw everybody watching me. When I looked down at
Jimmy's nearly hard pole, I'd forget everyone again, but then I'd hear
the rustling of formal dresses or someone cough or a flashbulb go off,
and I'd come back to what everyone refers to as "reality."
"Stand up on the step."
I did as Bert said. Now I realized what the platform was for. It
brought my cunt just a bit above the height of the base of Jimmy's
sweet pecker. God!, I thought, I AM. I AM going to get fucked. I was
excited as holy shit as I stepped up and I wanted to bounce up and down
on my toes, but I didn't dare. And I didn't even grab Jimmy's cock
again. I didn't want to get slapped.
"Okay, Suzi. You can mount up."
For a second I didn't know what he meant, but then I realized he meant
I should climb on Jimmy's cock. Gosh!
Boy I wanted to, but I was scared again. Hot as I was, the idea of
having all these people watching me get fucked frightened the piss
outta me. But I looked back down at Jimmy's cock and all my doubts, if
not my fears, disappeared. I knew I had to have IT up in me. That
sweet, baby-fat cock with its pink, apple-shaped head. Just think of
it, snug and deep in me, spurting its sweet apple juice! Gollygoddamn!
I went up on my tip toes and grabbed his cock as Jimmy lifted me up a
bit around the waist. JESUS MOTHERFUCKIN' H. CHRIST ALMIGHTY! I felt
the head poking around my pussy cheeks looking for an opening, then
Jimmy slid over my pussy bone and we rubbed his cock up and down my
pussy crack as we pushed and squirmed our bodies together, my titties
rubbing against his chest, both of us kissing like bandits, then I
raised up a bit, and still wiggling around, slid down that thing and
felt him sink in a little at a time. I could feel the darling head part
my pearly pink pussy lips, then pass into my sweet tunnel, pushing out
the cheeks and pushing out against me from inside. GOD it was great! I
could feel him slide in slowly inch by inch. I kept wiggling my tail
about as he lowered me both to help him and to stimulate both of us as
he lowered me onto him. He wasn't totally hard, though, and when I
raised up on my tiptoes for a second thrust, he slipped out.
"Wait!" Said Bert. "Hey, Red, you wanta do the honors?"
Julia came forward. "Quit grabbing," she said as she went over to
Jimmy, made him step to the edge of the mirror, knelt down and stuffed
his cock straight into her beautiful mouth. She started giving him a
pretty straight forward blow job, from what I could tell, but she kept
twisting her head around real naughty like.
I felt abandoned. I had been on my way to what had promised to be
another series of magnificent fire-cracker atom-bomb explosions, and
now I was watching darling Julia with that sweet cock of Jimmy's. They
were having fun with each other. What about me? I was standing alone,
naked and dripping in front of a roomful of strangers. Again I felt the
sudden sharp pain of humiliation welling up within me like black bile,
and knew I was going to begin crying again soon if something didn't
happen. My shaking started up all over, but whether it was from lust or
shame, I couldn't really tell. Probably a bit of both. I could feel the
air all around my naked body, cooling me a bit where my juices had been
leaking, and it felt like my titties and even cunt stuck out two yards
from my body for everyone to see.
Soon, I could hear Jimmy groaning and squirming (while still standing)
under the ministrations of Julia's tongue. "Oh, yeah! Oh, FUCKIN' YEAH,
BITCH. DO ME DO ME DO. OH, BABY!" And his hands went to her head and
started shoving her down.
Now I was crying for real. She was so beautiful. I wish I was Jimmy's
cock. I wish her mouth could wrap around me. Over my head, and her
tongue squishing all around like that, then over my tits and around my
waist. I wish she'd swallow ME! Why can't she swallow me?
I was crying like a hard rain. Lost and afraid and lonely. I wanted SEX
SEX SEX, but got air on my body only.
As Jimmy started really poking into her and holding her head down, she
abruptly pulled back and slapped him as if he was getting too fresh or
something. She a nice girl, I thought. Like me.
"Get the fuck over there now and FUCK HER!" Julia said.
Jealous as I was at not being able to touch Julia, as ashamed I was for
being so naked in front of a crowd, crying and shaking . . . I was PLUM
glad when Jimmy came over with his dick as hard as dynamite.
SONOFABITCH! Then Bert came over and wrapped a belt around our waists,
pushing us belly to belly against each other. Jesus, I wondered, what's
that for? We both want fucking. We're not going to run away. Doesn't
Bert know that?
But my attention shifted from the belt quickly as Jimmy grabbed my
waist and lifted me onto him. I was tighter now and scared of his big,
baby-fat dick, which seemed to have increased in diameter as well as
rigidity. GOD, I came down even slower feeling him part the Red Sea of
Me. His cockhead was probing where man had never been before. They
should name a fuckin' space ship after it, I thought.
That first stroke was long and hard. I felt like I would choke. My
sobbing came in big bursts as he shoved me down further and further,
and I pulled him to me and fuckin' rubbed up and down against him,
trying to feel all of him at the same time (the belt certainly didn't
stop our squirming motions!), kissing and licking his sweet face. I
wanted to wrap my legs around his back, but I was afraid we would fall
over if I did that. So I just let him lower me shuddering and weeping
down on his beautiful fat dick.
FUCK! I was filled to the rim with him, but he wasn't caffeine free.
HELL NO! He had me at the edge and cranked, wired with racing stripes,
blue and zapped, and all with just that one beautiful, fat, shuddering,
choking stroke! I almost fainted to even think of what the rest would
be like!
I cried out loud and slowly lifted up on my little tip toes, feeling
him slide big, and fat, and slow back through my canal, feeling the
weight of him and the suction, and every inch of that fatty cock with
its apple-shaped head push against the insides of my cunt, preparing
for another stroke as he bent and sucked in my little right tit,
pulling his cock down but not out, as they say in boxing.
Then I heard a loud THHWWACK!!! and felt Jimmy shove fast and sharp
into me and he cried out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" pulling his mouth dripping
from my pink tit.
Then I felt it, too. THHWWAACK!!!! my ass was all of a sudden on fire,
lifting up with the sharp pain, then falling back and Jimmy's cock now
half in, then THHWWAACK!!! and Jimmy shoved up far inside yelling, his
cock bloating up in me, and I was screaming "STOP! STOP!" and tried to
pull back, but the belt held me shuddering belly to belly with Jimmy,
and then THHWAACK!! and a broad pain spread over my ass again and I
went up on tip toes to try and get away, then came down fast pushing
against Jimmy as I heard TTHHWWACK!!! and Jimmy bit my ear as he pushed
deeper and deeper in while I was all the way down and still confused
with pain and now crying with both lust and HARD pain, starting to gulp
down air, then TTHHWWAACK!!!! and it felt like my ass exploded, like it
was blown the fuck off and I jerked up feeling (and now I could notice
it a bit more) Jimmy's SUPERHARD COCK sucking down and out, but then I
started coming down on it again as TTHHWWAACK!!! Jimmy bolted way up my
cunt and grabbed me now about the waist as if he now wanted to keep
fucking hard hard hard through all the pain and, to my shame, I was
starting to get into it too as I rubbed against him, the belt holding
our tummies each to each quivering and shaking, taking him in on the
upstroke and waiting for TTHHWWAACK!!!! YOW, I came up again, feeling
that barge they call Jimmy's cock pull down through my slue, then came
down again as I heard Jimmy get it TTHHWWAACKKK!!! and I was hot as a
string of fucking firecrackers, and this time I looked and saw that we
were getting it in turn by two kids with ping-pong paddles slapping our
ass cheeks in perfect timing for one of the GREATEST PAINFUCKS OF MY
ENTIRE LIFE!!! they would take five turns each TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! then the next
two, without missing a beat, would jump in, paddle already ready
freddie and TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! GODDAMN it was something, getting your ass tanned while
getting heartily fucked by Jimmy's fatty cock going up and down and us
squirming and thrashing and quivering in pain and our own juices just
rolling out, and I thought it would never stop, his BIG COCK in me
TTHHWWACCK!!! pulling up and down TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! and fucking grabbing at him while TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! getting spanked and having Jimmy try to sneak sweet sucks
on my titties between TTHHWWACCK!! HIS HOG like farmer Brown's rooting
in every corner of my pen, shoving and I could feel my pussy cheeks
puff out then TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!! ol' apple-head
down again, sobbing and shuddering and rubbing my thighs all over his
and around TTHHWWACCK! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! and kissing and gulping for air and breaking in half with
the sweet pain, the thousand stinging sings on each cheek TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! mashing my cunt and pussy bone into his
pelvis and twisting around, rubbing TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! and trying to push my little tummy against his
TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and his cock seemed bigger and
bigger like it was growing a couple arms and a leg TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!! and kept pushing into me like a mountain into
a mousehole TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and our tummies, pussies, and
cocks--like I couldn't even bother to remember whose was whose any
more--rubbing and touching TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and I could feel myself going
BIG CASINO, splitting off into two then four then TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! eight, sixteen of me, countdown three, two, one and
clouds rolling quick away TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
crying and rubbing, choked with cock greed TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! and the sea trembled then lurched, boiling on the surface
TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! thirty-two, sixty-four, my juices spitting
out and sizzling as they hit the air and the floor, the belt pulling,
our tummies rubbing, the BIG COCK TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and all the air shoved out of
ground fucking zero so fast that buildings and trees blew away before
they could vaporize TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! one-hundred-and- twenty-
eight, jumping now UPANDFUCKIN'DOWNONJIMMY'S SWEETHARDPRICK two-
hundred-and-fifty-six GODDAMN! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACCK!! and I could remember that everyone was watching and felt
sore ashamed, that big cock and my thighs squirming, up on tip toes
then TTHHWWACCK!! and everything TOO GODDAMN LATE NOW TO EVEN TRY TO
FUCKING STOP!!! my string of firecrackers going off while the plane
pulls up and away, swerving hard, boards and cows exploding in the air,
skin ripped from bodies five fuckin' miles away TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! five-hundred- and-twelve TTHHWWACCK!!! the
big cock breaking me in half goddamn and the fucking sands melting to a
sudden mirror then vaporized into the screaming air darkness at the
very center the fire ball rising over our heads TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and we were now really the fuck fucking had
become death and life and pussy and sex, Jimmy blowing up way inside,
me imploding on COCK TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! so deep I
thought he'd found the fucking NILE TTHHWWACCK!! and now it's a fuckin'
fireworks factory workers and all half the town gone TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and me choking now one-thousand-and-twelve
air rushing into the pocket of silence and no hope left for anything
the earth blasted a city gone to shards and rubble TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! two-thousand-twenty-fuckin'-four our bodies
slamming and squirming, tightening into each other TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! the belt holding our sweating bellies together now
squirming with each sweet spurt TTHHWWAK!! and turning into each others
bodies five-thousand-fifty-eight TTHHWWACCK!! and it was too bright to
even fuckin' look at, a day in infamy squeezed out the sides of night
and hell TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! fuckin' TTHHWWACCK!!! even the
devil crying and us quivering in pain and fuck, tightening against each
other throbbing blasted spurt after spurt in me and I'm hugging and
kissing Jimmy TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and he's
grabbing my tits, now at his deepest reach inside be damned the
TTHWWACCK!!ing TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! the great high
pain, me shuddering with the richest fucking multiple set of
firecracker blasting orgasms in the history of warfare sign the fuckin'
treaty and get outta here TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!!
TTHHWWACK!!! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! and we're laughing and crying
with the pain and shuddering at the same time we look down TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! holding each other tightly and fucking TTHHWWACCK!!
TTHHWWACCK!!! TTHHWWACCK!!! our mouths mashing pressed against each
others, tongues in TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!! then the slapping
TTHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!! TTHHWWACCK!!!s stop at the same time we both
see it there in the fucking mirror him still shuddering and spitting
another load into me and we're rubbing all around on each other no more
TTHHWWACCK!!s and the silence rushing in, and I hear Jimmy giggling
then we break out laughing and crying even harder I can feel Jimmy's
tears on my back as we see it there in the floor it's so funny and we
both the fuck realize how the club gets its name still squeezing my
tits now rubbing my HOT BUNS we're laughing it's funny as we see we two
see in the floor in the mirror there jiggling before us our ass cheeks
quivering and shaking there but nothing else we're laughing at those
four cheeks in the goddamn convex mirror and they're like a trembling
mass of flesh in four bright red hot leaves like a fucking red clover
or something and we're laughing and can hear the crowd break into
bright applause and some cheering, Jimmy still draining in me, and I
can hear Bert's voice as he saw we saw and he said loud so everyone
could hear and join in the fun:
"YEP. You guys guessed it. That's the four leaves. That's why we call
ourselves the Four-Leaf Club. And," Bert laughed hardily, "that's why
everyone else calls us the Lucky Fuckers!!"
And we laughed and cried holding each other and grabbing at each
others' leaves, rubbing and squirming softly against each other, the
belt still keeping us dripping belly to belly, Jimmy's baby cock still
in my juiced-out pussy, still fat and happy in me and me so happy with
those last orgasms that must have singed everybody's hair and it's a
wonder there's a damn world to go back to and anybody alive in it, hot
damn, I could hardly stand up and I knew I couldn't sit down, hot
fucking damn!
And I can't exactly remember how I got down and out of there cause I
was in cotton and all with sweet dark at every edge of me. But I do
remember Julia--sweet Julia, bright red hair so soft I wanted to kiss
her--leading me out through the crowd and I was still crying with the
pain and the fuck and now embarrassed again in front of everybody, but
going through the crowd holding onto Julia's sweet arm, and unsteady as
hell up some stairs then in a locker room where I lay on a bench on my
side exhausted while Julia undressed and I could see the sweet gauze of
her flesh and then felt her next to me and lifting me again, helping me
into the shower where she stroked me all over but didn't sex me up just
cleaning me like you would a baby but her hands all over my flesh, and
I was melting with even the effort to keep on my feet, so I leaned
against the tile sides, then Julia lead me into a steam room, hot with
steam and the air burning my ass cheeks and caught in my lungs at
first, and she sat down and I lay down on my side with my head in her
sweet lap with her long legs stretching down and away, and I could
remember her soothing me through my soft tears, saying "Shush, little
Sue, it'll be all right. It'll be all right honey," the way you'd do it
to a baby who just fell down, "Shush, little Sue, go to sleep now,
baby," and I was crying still but now also out of sheer gladness at the
rim because Julia was hold me and stroking my face and hair and every
now and then she'd stroke my shoulder then maybe my little soft titty
then back to my hair, and I was smiling and drifting away in my soft
tears no longer in spasms when I heard her say, "It's all over now,
baby. It's all over until tomorrow. So hush, sweet Sue. Go to sleep. Go
to sleep little baby," and I felt all safe and warm but I'd heard that
word "tomorrow," and I struggled to open my eyes and finally could see
her face, still drifting away though, questioning her with my eyes, and
she said, "Oh, Sue, don't worry. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, little
baby," and I wanted to but that word "tomorrow" stayed in the air
before me and finally she said, "It's nothing to worry about now, sweet
Sue. Go to sleep," but I couldn't and kept questioning her with my
half-closed eyes, "Oh, Sue, go to sleep. Don't worry about it now. All
that happens tomorrow is you get initiated by all the girls in the
morning and then by all the boys in the afternoon. It's nothing to
worry . . ."
