Chapter 34 - Arlene Part 13
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Section 13 - My Life With The Pagans
I should start by stating that there is no such thing as a 'typical Pagan'.
Given that they are both high school dropouts and college professors, criminals
who traffic in drugs, porn and prostitution and others who are law-abiding
citizens, it's hard to come up with a common denominator. But if I had to, I'd
say I never met a Pagan who didn't have a healthy appetite for sex and that
includes both males and females. In the six months after I officially became a
Pagan, I got all the cock a girl could handle and then some. And with Kelly
around, I was muff diving when I wasn't enjoying man meat.
If Kurt was away and Kelly was busy with the Amazons, I'd hang out with Reno
or Terry, even Godzilla. Friday nights I wind up at somebody's place getting my
brains fucked out by whomever wanted me. Most of the time that was a crowd.
Maybe I'm not normal but I got off on it. There was something in my psyche that
responded to the idea of lying on my back with one man between my legs and a
line behind him waiting their turn with me. I'd drive home in the early AM with
cum oozing out of my holes and its taste in my mouth and just love it.
I should point out that there was always more Pagan men around than women,
normally two or three to one. It was considered very un-Pagan for a female to
refuse a male Pagan when he wanted a piece. You had to have a good excuse like
you were too busy puking your guts out. A Pagan didn't care if you were in your
period either. In fact that encouraged them. Eating pussy when the flow was
strongest was a rite of passage. I can recall looking down between my legs and
marveling as a Pagan, his face covered on menstrual blood rooted away.
In the course of a single evening, a Pagan girl would get penetrated by every
male present. Keep in mind that a typical group would be made up of fifteen to
twenty or more males and five to ten females. When a girl decided to ride with
the Pagans, she gave up all choice when it came to sexual partners. That was the
reason, Pagans with wives and serious girl friends kept them at home away from
the club. The Pagans would move their cocks from girl to girl until they could
honestly say they'd been inside all of us during the course of a single evening.
Of course, your average overweight, cholesterol-loaded and out of shape Pagan
was only good for two orgasms a night and that was with the aid of drugs and a
favorable wind. Pagans over forty considered Viagra, the most important
invention since the wheel.
But physical fitness and obesity were serious problems among the males and
some females. Kelly and the Amazons made fun of the lack of conditioning of the
average Pagan.
That meant that after someone like Kurt who had the physique of a competitive
body builder and nine solid inches had made his deposit in my love tunnel, I
would have to screw an Ernie. Ernie was four hundred pounds of blubber with a
three-inch penis. The only option was to suck him off. Once, Gina, Doris, and I
attacked him together just to see if we could get in a position where he could
penetrate us. Doris claimed to have gotten his prick inside her; but with the
folds of fat blocking all views, we were unable to verify whether his dick was
really inside her vagina.
Being that available also had the downside that a few of the Pagans only
bathed when they were caught outdoors on their bikes in the rain. Pagans wore
jeans for six months without washing them. Those guys didn't wear underwear
either. And a few didn't believe in wiping their asses after they used the
toilet. My solution to the problem was to revel in their filth. Being able to
cope with life is often a matter of mental attitude. If you convince yourself
that green teeth turn you on that makes it easier to French kiss a Pagan who
doesn't own a toothbrush.
Socially, Pagans are what the guys who run the polling for the Manchester
Union call "data outliers." They were a real part of American society but one
that engaged in practices and had ways of thinking that were not shared by the
society at large. Statistically, they are at the very edge of the bell-shaped
curve.
A good example of this was Reno Cates. Reno was one of the few Pagans, outside
of Kurt, that I got to know something about. Reno was typical for a Pagan but
that meant that his lifestyle by most people's standards was as atypical as you
can get.
Reno owned a commercial painting business that he and his uncle (now deceased)
had started right after Reno graduated high school. The business prospered and
Reno was financially comfortable. He always drove a new Harley. I attributed
Reno's business success to the fact that he was aggressive, smart and hard
working. Monday through Friday, Reno's "New England Wall Decor" painted and wall
papered commercial buildings all over Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Rhode
Island. I recall him telling me he had fifteen guys working for him.
Reno was referred to as a "weekend" Pagan. Unlike Kurt, who was Pagan
365/7/24 and who lived off the Pagan's drug business (lived quite well I might
add), Reno was a legitimate businessman who rode with the Pagans from Friday
night, all day Saturday and most of the day Sunday. The five weekdays were
devoted to making an honest living.
Reno was married with three children. There was a boy named Danny who was
fourteen and the spitting image of his father. The oldest daughter Kate was
nineteen and a freshman at the North Shore Community College. The second
daughter, Kathy, was a junior at Wilmington High School.
Reno was married to a woman named Liz who as far as I knew did not participate
in any of the Pagan activities. I'd never seen Liz at the Side Car or up at the
camp. I just assumed she was not into letting anyone wearing a leather jacket
that contained the official Pagan patch climb between her legs. With three minor
children, I understood she represented the respectable side of the household.
Reno at least on weekends was a let her rip Pagan that didn't hesitate to
engage in whatever illegal and insane activities happened. If you recall from my
previous section about raping the six high school girls, you know that Reno was
an active participant that fucked all six of the debutantes and made a video of
me forcing a turd down one of their throats. Reno's hobby was film making and he
was the semi-official video documenter of all rapes, initiations, gang bangs,
revenge torture and murder, act of bestiality and other interesting phenomena.
Reno had first class video capture equipment and had made the transition from
videocassette tape to digital DVD without a hiccup.
Reno had filmed my initiation weekend and presented me with several DVD copies
of me sucking a burro cock and later being fucked by a Dalmatian. Pagans like to
refer to those as wedding pictures. Not surprisingly, I never showed my film
debut to my parents.
During the week, he was all business but Friday night after a shot of Crank,
he was prepared to rape and pillage with the rest of his biker buddies.
Twice a year, Reno had a party at his home. He had a beautiful home right off
one of the Wilmington exits of I-93. It was a renovated farmhouse that was sited
on several dozen acres that Reno had bought before suburban Boston property
prices had gone into the stratosphere. I'd have to say house and land would
easily sell for six figures.
On the scheduled Saturday night, Reno invited the Side Car Pagans over to his
house for a barbecue. You would assume that meant he packed up the wife and kids
and dispatched them to relatives. Or that the Pagans respected the fact that
Reno kept his family and his Pagan lives separate and behaved like normal
people. Well, that wasn't true. I only went to one of Reno's house parties
however I was told that it was pretty much like the others. And that means it
was nothing like I expected.
It was summer and there were a couple of grills on the rear deck, cooking
barbecue on spits. It started out pretty tame. Liz was in the kitchen preparing
food. She was in her forties, a little heavy, and wearing a summer dress looking
a lot like an overweight June Cleaver. Kathy and Kate were walking around with
trays of Buffalo wings and other finger foods. Both girls were dressed in shorts
and jog bras. I though when I first got there, that Reno's daughters looked more
enticing than I would have thought safe given those attending. Some of the guys
were watching Reno's big screen television. There was a Bruins hockey game on. I
somehow recall it was the Stanley Cup playoffs. Danny was sitting at the kitchen
island helping his mother by chopping up vegetables.
I was still new to the Pagans. I assumed that since this was at Reno's
beautiful and well-furnished house and his family was present that we were going
to have a "nice" party. I thought we would all eat barbecue, behave respectably,
and go somewhere else afterwards to do drugs and engage in filthy disgusting
sex. Well, wouldn't you have thought that too?
At the beginning, it looked like the kind of barbecue party that occurred in
a thousand American homes ever a weekend in July. Of course, a close observer
might have noticed that little packets of white powder were being passed around
and there was a strong aroma of marijuana in the air. But let's face it; you get
that same aroma in some of the straightest home these days, even those belonging
to country club Republicans.
The careful observer also might have noticed that the men were paying a lot of
attention to Kate and Kathy who didn't seem to mind hands squeezing their
buttocks or slipping inside their job bras to grasp a warm tit. Gina and Doris
were playing grab ass with the guys but that was to be expected. There were a
couple of young Pagan girls there too but everybody was acting pretty sedate.
I'd been kind of shocked to see Godzilla plant a wet kiss on Kate and cup her
buttocks and whisper something in her ear. Whatever he whispered caused her to
laugh and give him another French kiss. I heard her answer, "Later," as she
moved away. Since Godzilla wasn't likely to be asking, "How's college life?" I
assumed he had made an indecent proposal that Kate found interesting.
I was seated in a lounge chair on the rear deck drinking a glass of
chardonnay. I hadn't done any Crank but I had smoked some weed and I was feeling
pretty mellow. I was watching Reno and Greg brush sauce on the rotating meat but
I had a view through the back door into the kitchen. I watched in utter surprise
as two Pagans walked up behind Liz, lifted her skirt and stuck their hands
inside her panties like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. One
of them leaned over to give her a kiss. They did this right in front of Danny
who was seated about three feet away at the kitchen island. I heard Liz laugh
and say something to the guys. One of them proceeded to pull her panties down.
She stepped out of them and the Pagan took a sniff and handed them to his mate
so he could sample their aroma. Why do men always smell a girl's pants as soon
as they get them off? Are they expecting something to be different this one
time?
Danny watched as the two began to unbutton the front of his mother's dress
while they kept her skirt raised and rubbed her naked ass. You could tell that
Liz was enjoying being felt up because I saw her laugh and kiss one of the guys
with one of those full force tongues touching and spit swapping kisses that
communicate, "I want you to fuck me". I might also add that by this time one of
the Pagans had exposed his equipment and was rubbing it up and down the crack of
Liz's bare ass. Danny had stopped peeling carrots. He was starting intently at
the scene three feet in front of him. I guess when you're fourteen watching a
pair of bikers strip and grope your mother is a matter of deep interest.
Kathy, the youngest, comes into the kitchen with an empty tray. She proceeded
to load it up with more Buffalo wings that Reno had delivered moments before
from the grill. The fact that two Pagans were stripping and groping her half
naked mother didn't appear to surprise Kathy in any way. She laughed and said
something to her mother that I couldn't hear. I notice that Kathy's nipples are
clearly visible through the thin cotton of her top. Her mom gestured for Kathy
to come closer.
Kathy walked over and engaged in a round of deep kisses with Mother Liz and
the two Pagans. They push her top up exposing her well tanned tits and one of
the Pagans alternated between kissing Mom's and daughter's nipples. Kathy pushed
away, grab the tray and returned to feeding the guests. I guess duty called.
When she walks back into the living room, I notice she doesn't bother to push
her top down. I remember thinking to myself that I definitely misjudged how
Reno's house parties played out. I kept an eye on the kitchen as I took another
drink of wine.
I watched as Danny slowly got down from the stool and walked to the door
leading to the deck. Danny was built like his father, small and wiry. He
casually strolled over to my chaise and parked his butt on the arm of my chair.
"My dad says you are the best fuck he ever had," said Danny leaning over to
slip his hand inside my vest letting it come to rest on my breast. His hand felt
hot against my boob. Six months ago, I probably would have jumped up and yelled
for Danny to keep his fourteen year old hands to himself. However, in the
process of becoming a Pagan, I'd made a transition to their way of thinking. I'd
adopted the Pagan's go with the flow outlook. If Danny wanted to feel my tits, I
couldn't come up with a reason why not. His hand certainly felt good as he
massaged my nipple. Really, what did the fact Danny was fourteen count?
"That's very nice of your father," was all I could manage. My nipples are very
sensitive and when they are touched in the right way, all my will power leaves
immediately. When you think about it, what would you reply? I hadn't finished
processing the fact that his All American Mom was letting herself be stripped
and fondled a few yards away. I let his hand rest inside my vest. Danny took my
nipple in his fingers and gave it a slight squeeze. I gathered mine wasn't the
first zicker this fourteen year old had rolled between his fingers.
"That feels nice, do the other one," I said.
"Dad say's you beat one of Brady Summer's best nude dancers in a blow job
contest."
"I got lucky. My guys came easier."
"Let's go upstairs to my room."
I didn't have any moral qualms about having sex with a fourteen year old but I
was concerned about how his parents would react.
"Is it okay with your mother and father?" I'm not exactly sure why I was
concerned. I glanced back in the kitchen as Danny's mother sunk to her knees and
took a cock in her mouth.
"Sure, he says that we can act as honorary Pagans when the party's at our
house."
"Ask him?"
"Ask him what?"
"Whether it's all right for me to go upstairs with you?"
"Dad, can I take Arlene upstairs and fuck her?" I have to admit he certainly
stated it in a straightforward manner.
"Sure, Danny, if Arlene doesn't mind."
"Dad said yes, let's go," said Danny hopping up off the arm of my chair and
extending a hand to help me up. Someone in the family was training Danny to be a
gentleman. .
He held on to my hand and I followed him into the kitchen where Mother Liz was
now sitting down in front of the sink straddling the cock of a Pagan lying on
his back while sucking the prick of a still standing Pagan. Maybe getting fucked
down and dirty on the kitchen floor is every housewife's fantasy. The average
housewife spends a significant amount of time with her two feet planted in front
of the kitchen sink. The work she does there is not exactly mentally challenging
and your mind must wander. Perhaps, you daydream that two studs arrive, replace
that carrot peeler in your hand with a warm hard cock and then take you on the
floor for some serious fucking. It works for me.
Liz had that look on her face we women get when there's two good size pieces
of man meat inside our body. I've been there more that a few times myself.
You're raising and lowering your hole filling it just like you like it with your
clit rubbing against their pubic area while the other warm cock is inside your
mouth and you can taste a little pre-cum. You sense the guy's need to cum inside
your body and your body wants that cum in the worst way. The best word to
describe it is Heavenly.
When we walked by Mother Liz, she took the cock out of her mouth to ask her
son a question.
"Danny, Where you taking Arlene?"
"Dad said it was okay if we went up to my room and fucked."
"You don't mind, do you Arlene? He's not very experienced. Other than a quick
poke with his cousin, he's a virgin."
"God Mom, did you have to tell her that," said an embarrassed Danny.
"No, I don't mind. Danny seems like a nice boy," was my completely irrelevant
and pointless reply.
"Well, you act like a gentleman and don't get rough like you did with your
cousin. You tell me Arlene if he doesn't behave."
"I will, he'll be good, won't you Danny?"
"I'll be nice to Arlene, just like you taught me, Momma."
I now had the all clear from both parents to screw their son. At twenty-three
I was only nine years older than Danny. I tried to recall if I'd ever fucked
anyone as young as Danny. My brother was seventeen when he broke my cherry. His
friends on the varsity basketball team were even older, eighteen and nineteen.
The next one to screw me after my brother Ed was the team's co-captain, Stan who
was nineteen. Stan and I did it in the basement of his parent's home. Two weeks
after Ed penetrated me for the first time, he reluctantly agreed to take me to a
party at Stan's house. I was the youngest girl there and Stan didn't seem too
pleased that I'd tagged along with Ed and Darlene, my brother's date and the
high school's head cheer leader. Darlene was a bimbo slut that my brother
eventually caught screwing his best friend.
"Why did Ed bring you? Parents couldn't find a baby sitter, you're too young
to drink," said Stan when he found me getting a beer out of the fridge.
"I thought you liked them young, Brandy's not exactly your age?" Brandy was
Stan's date and in the grade ahead of me. That made her at most a year older
unless the dumb bitch had to repeat a grade.
"Brandy's very mature for her age."
"So am I. I can do anything Brandy can do and do it better. You want to give
it a try?" I gave him a look that I hoped communicated "You don't have the nerve
to fuck me." Sometimes the best way to get screwed is to dare the guy to do it.
"Ed's a bud and we play on the same team. You're his little sister."
"Excuses, excuses, I knew you were all talk. Maybe I should get Ed to write
you a permission slip."
"You're really asking for it. But I think you're all talk too. Let's go back
in the laundry room. That's where we separate the women from the girls."
"Women from girls." Men are full of that kind of bullshit. I did an about face
and walked toward the laundry room. I sensed that Stan hesitated for a moment
then either male ego or lust or both took over and he followed me. I unbuttoned
my blouse as I covered the few steps into a small room containing a washer and
dryer.
When I turned around, Stan had his back to me locking the door. When he turned
toward me, I was taking off my blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Are you sure about this Arlene?" asked Stan having another moment of weakened
resolve. The sight of my bare breasts caused him several moments of moral
indecision. I remember wondering if it was always going to be this difficult to
give away a piece of pussy. Just to hurry things along, I picked up his hand and
placed it on my breast. I reached between his legs and rubbed the lump in his
jeans. I'd decided to let my hands do my talking. A wise decision when it comes
to managing the horny male.
"We can't tell anyone, Brandy would go bonkers," said Stan as he leaned down
to kiss my titties. The moronic cunt was probably upstairs giving someone a
blowjob. I was too busy unbuckling Stan's belt and unzipping his trousers to
worry about Brandy. I didn't care if that stupid bitch knew I fucked her
boyfriend. I was in a hurry to take out Stan's cock and compare it to my
brother's. I immediately noted it was longer but not as thick.
Sex with Ed had taught me that the best way to start off with a guy was to
suck his dick. As soon as I freed up Stan's cock I knelt down and began the
process of oral persuasion that no man is willing to interrupt. Ed had taught me
a lot about giving head but I was anxious to learn more. I swirled my tongue
around the cockhead a couple of times just to limber up. That was something Ed
liked. From the sounds Stan was making, I could tell he liked to too. Then I
took the first three inches in my mouth and went to work. I have always had a
fondness for long skinny dicks like Stan's. They're much easier to suck and you
can deep throat them without gagging. You can do so much more with them when
they're in your mouth. I sucked Stan till he was hard then rolled backward
pulling him down on top of me.
Luckily, Stan's parents stored the cushions of the patio furniture on some
shelves in the laundry room. I was horny enough to let my ass get pounded into
the hard cold linoleum floor but Stan pulled a chaise lounge cushion off the
shelf and threw it on the floor before he climbed on top of me.
He slid right into my wet hole and we fucked for a good ninety seconds before
he climaxed. In a matter of five minutes, Arlene, the fourteen-year-old girl
whore extraordinaire had made her second conquest.
"Are you on the pill?" asked Stan when enough blood left his cock to put his
brain back into operation.
"Yes, Ed took me to the free clinic downtown."
"Ed took you?" responded Stan with a questioning look on his face. I knew the
question that Stan wanted to ask but didn't. I don't know what I'd said if Stan
had asked me if I was screwing my brother. I'd probably denied it just to avoid
getting Ed in trouble with his friends. They might have thought it was weird
that Ed was screwing his baby sister.
Until I got to college, I considered myself something of an oddity in that I'd
had sex with my brother. However, in those late night marathon talk sessions
where we girls in the dorm aided by a little weed and a lot of chardonnay reveal
our inner most secrets, I discovered that incest wasn't by any means rare.
"I seduced my brother when I was fourteen and he was seventeen," was how I
responded in a session of "Truth or Dare". The Truth had something to do with
how you lost your virginity. I was stoned and trying to impress my roommates
with how wicked I was. There was a little silence then one of the other girls
spoke up.
"At least you seduced him, my older brothers, Sean and Mike, held me down and
rapped me when I was eleven. They were fourteen and fifteen. When I told my
mother she slapped me and told me to never mention it again. She also made me go
to her gynecologist and get on the pill so they wouldn't get me pregnant. She
knew they'd rape me again."
"Did they?" I asked. I never learned to keep my mouth shut.
"I lost track of the number of times. They also let their friends have me.
Once they charged a guy $20 to fuck me to get some beer money."
"My first was my Uncle Roy," said one of the girls in a quiet voice that
hushed the room. You could tell from the tone and atmosphere, we girls were
spilling our deepest and most fearful secrets.
"Did he rape you?" asked someone.
"Not exactly. I was staying with my Aunt Kay and Uncle Roy while my parents
went on a two-week vacation to Europe. He sort of talked me into it. I was only
eleven and had a terrible crush on my Uncle. I thought he was the handsomest man
who ever lived. He was very gentle. He went down on me and made me cum then he
put his cock inside me. At the time, I thought it was wonderful."
"Did your Aunt know?"
"Yes, I heard them arguing about what would happen if I got pregnant. Uncle
Roy kept saying, "She's only eleven, you can't get pregnant when you're eleven."
I guess he was right because I didn't' although he screwed me every day until my
folks got back."
"Am I the only one here, whose first was her father?" asked another girl.
"You had sex with your dad?" I, big mouth asked.
"Yes, Mom ran off with her boss and left us. He was so depressed and unhappy.
It seemed like the least I could do. I slept in his bed every night until I went
away to college."
"Wow, where do you sleep now when you go home on breaks?"
"Same place I've always slept." I realized that some might heavy stuff was
being thrown out.
As I recall the one that really shut us up and ended the conversation was a
little red hair girl who came from a small town in northern Vermont. Its cold up
there and the winters are long and dark. People go a little crazy.
"My mother was my first," she announced in a solemn tone.
"That's silly. Mother's don't have a cock," blurted out the girl who lost hers
to Uncle Roy.
"She taught me to use a strap on dildo. Dad had disappeared. She didn't have
anyone. She said she was going to teach me to get along without men. She said I
had to make love to her since Daddy had left."
"Have you ever been with a man or just your mother?" I asked. I was curious
about lesbians. I had found myself getting a little flushed in the showers when
I looked at other naked girls.
"Lots of times with men but Mom was my first." Obviously I was mistaken about
this girl being a lesbian even though she'd fucked her mother.
I came away from that convinced I wasn't all that weird for having fucked my
brother. I also decided to forgo incest as a future topic of conversation, too
many sad depressing stories.
Stan with the help of my mouth on his cock and a wet finger tickling his ass
(something my brother taught me) got hard quick enough for another fuck. This
time he was gentleman enough to eat me and I got to climax before he climbed
aboard for another round of the old in-and-out. We dressed and got back to the
party without arousing suspicion. I remember standing there afterwards drinking
a beer with two loads of cum dripping out of my pussy and thinking what a hot
shit I was. Stan couldn't keep a secret and told his very best friend, Rick, so
I made another trip to the laundry room that night.
By the end of the season, there wasn't a single varsity basketball player that
didn't have carnal knowledge of Arlene Fairchild, most more than once.
I guess when I really think about it, maybe sixteen or seventeen was my
youngest to date.
Records are made to be broken so when Danny and I reached the stairs I let
him climb two steps to reach the right height. I halted him and took him in my
arms for a deep probing tongue kiss. I suppose he'd played enough
spin-the-bottle to know how to make out so I pushed Danny back against the
stairwell wall and made out like crazy. I unbuttoned my vest and pushed his head
down to my tits.
"Suck my nipples and lick them," I suggested. Young boys are certainly
controllable. Danny attacked my breasts like a ferret after a chicken. It felt
pretty good and I was beginning to see some possibilities.
"You go Danny," a young female voice said behind me and I turned to see Kathy
standing between two much older Pagans that had to be in their late forties or
early fifties. Kathy was stripped down to her thong panties and there was a
tattooed hand massaging each butt cheek and they were playing with her tits.
Sonny, the oldest one, looked likes a biker's version of Santa Claus. It was a
typical Pagan scene, a pretty young girl in the thrall of a couple of old
weather beaten bikers.
One of the oddities about very young girls who hang out with the Pagans is a
marked preference for old, bearded, overweight bikers. About a month ago, a
sweet little thing named Tina accompanied by her friend Valerie began to show up
at The Side Car. I'd guess they were fifteen at the most. You would have thought
their taste would be more toward the Kurt types, guys still in their twenties
with good builds. Wrong, Tina and Valerie were gaga over an old biker nicknamed
"Extra". Extra's real name was "William William Pierce" (honest). The repeated
William became "Extra Billy" which got shortened to "Extra". Someone once told
me there was a famous Civil War general nicknamed "Extra Billy" for the same
reason.
I thought it truly bizarre to watch these two girls faun over this old wizened
biker who was close to sixty. Pagans who reach sixty are high mileage. No one
would ever refer to a Pagan as looking good for his or her age. They look awful.
Alcohol, drugs, fights, motorcycle accidents, jail do not cause you to age
gracefully. Nor does the Pagan habit of overeating fattening foods contribute to
longevity and maintaining low levels of cholesterol. I never met a Pagan male
over forty who wasn't at least fifty pounds overweight.
I should point out that during the Mongol attack, two of the older Pagans had
heart attacks. One died and one, Cisco, I helped take to Adelphia in St. Johns.
The doctor could not believe his cholesterol levels and had the tests repeated.
Cisco's arteriogram was one for the medical records. "I don't understand how the
blood flows at all," commented Doctor Myers, the cardiologist. Cisco went home
after one of the most extensive angioplasty procedures that Doctor Myers had
ever performed.
"I roto-routered every artery and vein I could reach," announced Doctor Myers
after he had completed the four-hour procedure. The Doctor inserted a good dozen
stints into his arteries. Cisco being a Pagan completely ignored the Doctor's
advice to lose weight and adopt a non-fat diet. I once suggested to the owner of
The Side Car that he acquire a defibrillator given the quantity of one-pound
hamburgers and greasy French fries consumed on his premises.
Tina and Valerie waited on "Extra" like he was a God. They brought him food,
cut up his meat, washed his clothes, combed his hair, trimmed his beard, bought
him a nice watch, polished his bike, and sucked his dick among many other
things. What was more astonishing was that he accepted everything like it was
his due. I always thought it was something for the Guinness Book of Records to
see these two attractive young females using their mouths to work on his flaccid
liver-spotted cock and crying when they couldn't get him hard. He would tell
them that they just didn't know how to suck a real man's cock and that he was
through with them. That occasioned a round of crying and begging on their part
to allow them to try once more to get him erect. I suggested to Tina that she
slip "Extra" a dose of Viagra and the dumb bitch replied," I'd never do that, it
wouldn't be fair to William."
Some PhD candidate in Psychology should do a study on this phenomenon. I never
even came close to understanding it. Of course at the moment, twenty three year
old Arlene, a fully initiated Pagan female with the patch to prove it, had her
hands inside the fly of fourteen-year-old Danny playing with his rock hard teen
age cock.
I pulled Danny' mouth off my nipples and whispered, "let's go to your room." I
wasn't concerned about privacy but comfort. I didn't care if the world watched
me fuck Danny but I wasn't in the mood to get drilled on a hardwood floor.
We kept our hands on each other as we walked up the steps. Danny had unzipped
my jeans and his fingers had found my slit that was wet as a Brazilian rain
forest. He was working his finger along that well trod path from clit to hole. I
had his cock out and was stroking it. Boy cocks are nice and smooth, no warts or
freckles. By the time we reached the door that had the little ceramic sign
reading "Danny's Room" my mouth was watering at the thought of sucking it.
Danny had a typical teenager room. Posters for several heavy metal bands
adorned the walls. A desktop computer sat on a corner desk. There were plastic
model airplanes hanging by fishing line from the ceiling. There was also a
comfortable looking single bed against the far wall.
"Let's get naked," I said as I stripped off my clothes.
"What do you want to do first?" asked Danny as soon as I turned around from
throwing my clothes on a nearby chair. I had to make a mental adjustment that
Danny was not a Pagan that would expect me to do everything.
"Let's start by me sucking you off," I had an incredible horn on to get his
dick between my lips. I pushed him back across the bed and got between his legs.
My mouth actually felt hungry for his cock as I put my lips on the mushroom head
and gave it a kiss. It had such a sweet clean smell and you could feel the
energy in the column of flesh. There was a nice drop of pre-cum on the piss hole
that I carefully removed with the tip of my tongue. I savored the flavor on my
tongue before I swallowed it. God it was delicious. Somebody should find a way
to bottle boy cum and sell it to horny females. They'd make a fortune.
The once thing I hadn't forgotten about the male youth is that they don't last
long when their cock's in a warm and willing mouth. In less than a minute, I
felt Danny jerk and a warm puddle of semen emerged into my oral cavity. I worked
his piss hole with the tip of my tongue. I opened the hole a little then I suck
it before it closes. You can get the last drop of semen that way. I rolled it
back and forth across my taste buds then swallowed. There are times when the act
of swallowing semen is very satisfying. This was one of them.
"I'm sorry I was so quick," said Danny with distress in his voice.
"Don't worry, that natural for someone your age, you'll get hard again and
we'll screw some more," I spoke in that compassionate motherly tone that we
women use to comfort our men when they feel sexually inadequate.
It's our way of saying, "It's all right, baby, Mommy knows you're an
incredibly potent stud. Mommy just loves that huge roll of man meat that flops
back and forth between your legs. It's so masculine. It's practically a weapon.
I'm going to get you hard again and this time everything will be okay. You'll be
a terrific lover. After we're done, you can tell all your buddies that you
fucked my brains out and that I'm a slut and a whore."
Sorry, I detect Kelly's influence in the previous sentence. I'm not really
that down on men. You fall in love with a dyke; you start to talk like one.
"Want to play a video game, I just got a copy of Grand Theft Auto II," said
Danny pointing toward a Sony Play Station 2 sitting on a nearby table.
"Would you rather we do that or would you like to learn to eat pussy?" I've
always heard that video games have a powerful hold over young boys but really
here I was naked and willing and he preferred me with a plastic joystick in my
hand to the one between his legs.
"I've never done that," replied Danny torn between putting his face between my
thighs and a rousing game of GTA II. Thank God he was young and horny or I would
have found myself digitally cruising New York searching for a car to steal.
"It'll make you very popular with the girls. Boys who know how to make a girl
cum with their mouths always get a lot of pussy. The word will get around that
you have a talented mouth." There was a good deal of truth in that. In high
school, I had tended toward those friends of my brother who didn't' hesitate to
dive into my muff and make me climax with their mouths. What girl doesn't
appreciate a man who practices the art of cunnilingus?
"Come here," I said as I positioned myself in the center of the bed. I took
one of his pillows and put it under my ass to elevate my pussy.
"Can I look at it a minute?" asked Danny who had climbed between my legs. I
guess its only natural for a first time male to survey the battlefield before he
attacks. I reached up and grabbed my instep pulling my feet back over my head.
As a serious five-year student of Hatha Yoga, I was flexible enough to easily
bring my knees alongside my ears. I took a couple of relaxing breaths then
pulled my feet behind my head and locked my ankles. Danny did a double take when
he realized how open I'd made myself. I made a few guys freak out when I put
myself in that extreme position. It can be a real mind trip when someone with a
cock like Kurt's fucks you with your ankles locked behind your neck.
"Look all you want, just be gentle with your fingers," I advised.
"How do you do that?" asked Danny referring to my rather odd looking position.
"Years of Yoga and Pilates, I'm a certified Yoga instructor."
"Can I touch your asshole?" asked Danny.
"Get it wet first."
"Want me to spit on it?"
"Maybe in a minute, but right now, put your lips around my butt hole and
gently lick it. See if you can get it to open up."
I half expected Danny to blurt out, "No way, that's where you shit." But he
was gamer than I thought (well, he was a Pagan's son) because I felt his lips
surround my brown hole and his tongue flick across my wrinkled and closed butt
hole. This kid had a natural technique. I mellowed out as I felt his warm tongue
probe my butt hole while his lips gently sucked on the flesh around the hole. He
took his time as his lips osculated and my hole slowly relaxed and opened.
"That's the way, Danny, get it nice and wet, eating an asshole is called
rimming." Well, didn't Hillary Clinton say in her book that it takes a whole
village to raise a child? I was certainly doing my part to insure that a
particular area of Danny's education was not neglected.
"Man this is hot. I can smell your shit. I can taste it too." That comment
reminded me that I'd had a large bowel movement right before I left the Side Car
for Reno's party. Danny was getting a little more education that I'd planned.
Still, anyone who rims the occasional asshole must be prepared to eat a little
poo.
"See if you can get your tongue in my shithole." I felt the tip of his tongue
slip inside my anus. "That's right, Danny, now tongue fuck my asshole while you
suck on the hole." I had to admit Danny was an excellent rimmer. When the sluts
at Wilmington High discovered his rectum eating capabilities, Liz would have to
install one of those "take-a-number" dispensers outside Danny's bedroom door.
"Wow, there's a lot of shit in there," said Danny as he pulled his mouth of my
rectum for a second.
"You eat it all and I'll do the same for you." I lay there feeling the
pleasure of Danny's tongue probing inside the first inch of my anus. Relax and
enjoy was my thought of a moment. After a few more minutes of anal pleasure, I
decided it was time to move on.
"Come up here and give me a nasty kiss," I said. Kids are quick and in an
instant, his lips were pressed against mine. I could smell my shit on his breath
and he brought me a small quantity of brown kaviar that we passed from mouth to
mouth before I swallowed it.
"Eat my pussy, Danny."
"How do I do that?" Danny had retreated to between my legs and was staring
intently at the complicated apparatus we girl's call a pussy.
"That's my clit. That's what makes me cum." I said as I took his hand and
placed it on my love button.
"It's so wet, how did it get wet?" I suppose I should have brought along
Gray's Book of Anatomy so I could have pointed out the location of the Bartholin
Glands.
"Women have special glands that secrete a lubricant when they are sexually
aroused. You've got me so hot, Danny, I'm just gushing lube."
"Is it like piss?" Odd question but I answered in the negative.
"No, nothing like pee, it tastes great, lick me and see." I figured that since
he'd been eating my shit that swallowing the secretions of my female glands
wouldn't be a problem. I watched as Danny lowered his nose into my pussy and
inhaled.
"It smells good like Kathy's panties." I gathered that Danny made occasional
forays into the laundry hamper in search of his sister's, and possibly Mother's
drawers. Is there a man alive today, that hasn't pressed his nose into the
crotch of a soiled pair of Momma's bloomers and inhaled the delicious aroma? I
doubt it.
"Lick around but not directly on my clit," was my next instruction. After a
couple of minutes of instruction, Danny was performing wonderfully. I was so
relaxed I worried that my entire body would loose form and I'd dissolve into a
puddle. A good job of rug munching does wonders for a girl's state-of-mind.
After a while, I reluctantly decided to get on with matters so I made a
suggestion.
"Lick your first two fingers and then slowly and gently stick them as far up
my ass as they'll reach." That's always been Arlene's most effective approach to
hitting the big "O". Danny was still following instructions well. I'd already
checked his nails. They were short and trimmed.
"Now using two fingers on your other hand, slide them inside my vagina," was
the second step.
"Now lick clock wise then counter clockwise around my clit as you slowly
finger fuck my ass and pussy. Keep your fingers in me when I climax so you can
feel my muscles in my cunt and asshole spasm as I climax." I have no idea why I
wanted Danny to actually feel my orgasm. I suppose it was the Hillary Clinton in
me.
"You got muscles in your pussy," said Danny in a voice of discovery. I had
begun to climax.
"All girls do. I've just developed mine more that most girls."
"How did you do that?"
"I'll tell you later. Eat me Danny. I want to cum." Later I did allow my
student to insert his hand into my vagina and experience a demonstration of
Arlene's powerful dick squeezing snatch as caused by her outstanding
pubococcyceal muscles. But at that moment, I needed to get off.
I had one of those climaxes where you wrap your legs around your lover's head
holding his face against your muff using your thigh muscles and squeeze with all
your might to intensify your climax. When it was over and I let his head go,
Danny took in a breath like he would if he'd swam the length of a swimming pool
underwater. As soon as I caught my breath, I suggested we make a switch.
"Let's change places and I'll rim you."
Fourteen-year-old boys have stamina. For the next two hours we fucked in every
position I could think of. We finished up with a pounding ass fuck that sent me
over the top like I was ridding the Log Plume at Disney World. I had to rest
for fifteen minutes afterwards before I could move.
"So what did you do to your Cousin?" I asked once I got my breath back.
"Mary, we screwed her in the barn. She didn't like it though. I got in
trouble."
"Did you hurt her?"
"Not really, but she made such a big deal out of it. You would have thought we
killed her."
"Who was with you?"
"Her brother Mike."
"How old are Mike and Mary?"
"Mary's twelve and Mike's my age. She wanted us to fuck her, the little prick
tease."
"So what happened?"
"We went into the barn with her. She said she would show us her pussy but she
chickened out as soon as we closed the barn door. She said she'd changed her
mind."
"So what did you and Mike do?"
"Made her take her clothes off. Actually, we took then off for her. She fought
hard to keep her panties on but Mike held her arms behind her while I took them
off."
"And what did you do next?"
"I got her cherry. Mike helped me hold her still so I could get it in. We had
to gag her with her panties so she would stop screaming."
"How was it?"
"Great, the first time was quick but Mike and I screwed her three times. By
the third time, Mary had quit crying and said it felt pretty good."
"How did your parents find out?"
"Little cunt ran and told them as soon as we let her go. I was grounded for a
month."
"How about Mike?"
"He never gets punished. He told me at school that now he screws her anytime
he wants her. She's become a real slut."
Well boy will be boys, especially where pussy is concerned. Somewhere in this
world there may be a fourteen-year-old boy that really respects womankind but
I've never met him. To them, we're just whores and sluts who give them grief
when they ever so innocently need that fuck that is their birthright because
they are male. Frankly, I believe it is easier to give them a piece than try to
make them understand that you are a person. Sorry, I have to quit listening to
Kelly on the topic of men.
I left Danny asleep and went down stairs where there was a group fuck going on
in the Great Room. Mother Liz, Kate, and Kathy along with the Pagan girls were
lined up on all fours being fucked by a rotating line of Pagan males. I got
naked and took a place at the end of the fuck line. For the next hour there was
a cock in my mouth, ass or pussy until the guys got all the pussy they wanted.
As I was leaving, Reno handed me a DVD.
"Something you might enjoy later," was all he said as he gave me a goodbye
kiss and pinched a nipple.
That night at Reno's house made me wonder if there was such a thing as a
straight Pagan.
