Chapter 15

Four days, two edibles and a half-dozen shots of tequila later and I was laughing with the best of the college kids at Ken’s playhouse. I had been in a funk, kind of sarcastic and mean toward all the guys around the pool, my short stint with Anothony and Terrence still affecting me. Then I decided to just throw shit to the wind and went in the opposite direction.

With drugs and alcohol in my system and Alice by my side, I was adopted by three college jocks I’d only known in passing. They thought they were reeling me in, hoping they could take advantage of my altered state of mind and invite me to go with them for a day and night of carousing. I turned the tables on them with a proposition they couldn’t resist. I promised that if I couldn’t suck or fuck them dry within five minutes, the ride was on me, no charge.

Idea was straight from Deanna’s demented head but this time I won every bet. Guys all thought they were going to have some free hot sex with the drunk chink, but all those oversized racist bastards wound up paying me double. Amazing what a deep throat and a capable cock-sucking cunt can do for a girl.

Alice was shocked by my behavior, but she tagged along, wanting to watch me sit on guys and suck them to a climax with my trained twat. Her undoing was when she sat behind me and fingered my tits while I played cowgirl on a dong that had taken me a full minute to take all the way in. One of the three guys waiting his turn to try me on for size decided the hot and busty blonde looked even more appetizing. Without asking he pulled her ass back and slipped his dick past the minimal protection of her swim suit.

She wasn’t expecting the sudden intrusion and put up a good fight, but she was held down by his buddy. I was busy with dude number three and couldn’t lend a hand to save her. She only had to put up with two of the randy men stretching her thighs wide while I had to deal with all three, though only one at a time.

She was mostly upset because while I insisted on condoms, her two rapacious warriors went wet and wild inside of her. She grumbled afterwards, but I know for sure that toward the end of her number two she started letting out her characteristic grunts and then yelps of pleasure. I didn’t get to do much more than watch from the side, but some nasty part of me enjoyed seeing how much of a cock-loving slut Alice could be when given the chance.

She often watched me at work and play, and most always as just an observer while I was mixed up with some guy in the bedroom or elsewhere. I did the same when she was on the receiving end, just like when we were with the three guys, but I can’t say she felt the same things as me. This sounds messed up, but I enjoyed watching a guy hold her down and pound into the girl’s legs. Alice always acted the reluctant snow princess but as often as not she wound up fucking the guy back like a bitch in heat.

Only got to personally make use of Alice twice all through the summer, and even then her delicious aroma and secretions had been adulterated by the viscous liquid dregs left behind by whichever guy had just finished with her. I can smile in knowing that I nibbled her clit to more than one orgasm, which is more than half her guys could say.

Deanna wasn’t wrong in saying that a guy’s cum tasted better coming from inside of a girl’s twat, but there was a deep desire within me to have Alice to myself. I wanted to hear her whispers, know the thrill of making her shiver, and give her pleasure with my tongue as I tasted her pure liquid desire. I desperately wanted that but was too much of a coward to come out and say it to her face.

Sadly, that afternoon with the college boys only afforded me a chance to watch and enjoy the sight of Alice being held down and fucked into a very happy space, The three men left the room lighter, both in their balls and their wallets. I was able to smile at the encounter but Alice was worried that Ken would find out.

Ken was a controlling bastard. He was adamant about Alice staying true to him while enjoying a bit of outside fun for himself. And every couple of weeks he arranged for Alice to entertain a friend or two of his. Alice put up with it but I know she wasn’t happy about them not being a strictly monogamous couple, at least not consciously. Alice always said Ken was her man, but maybe she said that because she was supposed to say that, no matter the illicit reality the bunch of us lived within.

What Alice refused to admit, even to me, was how much of a nympho she was. She’d pout and appear nonplussed at being drawn into a situation with another guy or two but she was the one who always got the most out of it. Every couple of weeks she’d grumble about what she was forced to participate in, with or without Ken’s blessing, only for her eyes to gleam while discussing with me the next morning every position and the feel of the guy’s cocks as their balls poured yet another hundred million sperm into the depths of her loins.

My dark and weirdly shifting moods after Anthony’s week of debauchery worried Alice, but not enough for her to advise me to take a vacation from Ken’s pool. If anything, she took advantage and encouraged me to take on more guys in more ways. I think in some way I was being used by her, doing things with guys she fantasized about but couldn’t find the strength or lust to do on her own.

As we went into August, I intentionally did my best to pull her into whatever action I was selling my body for, be it at the pool or after hours. I found real pleasure in watching some random guy bring her to a screaming climax. Alice tried to be a nice girl and wanted to stay true to Ken, but it was just too much fun to pull her into the fray and watch the girl show her inner slut.

Lots of fun by the pool, and plenty of company from the outside world. The college guys were happy to regale us with their adventures, but it was really their female friends and companions that Alice and I enjoyed most. The guys were always focused on our bare chests and camel toes and the mohawk between my legs, but the girls were happy to talk and connect. As long as they didn’t fear losing their boyfriend to Ken’s drugs or what I had to offer in the back bedroom, the young women made for great pool partners and gossip mongers.

As much time as Alice and I spent by the pool we also wasted inside the house, and I don’t mean in the back bedroom. Lots of time it was too hot to be outside and we’d just sit and snack and watch videos or play games in the artificially cooled front room.

One of the best moments of the entire summer happened when Alice and I had been tasked with making brownies. Ken had a kilo of cheap weed. He more often had quality buds, but he somehow came across this bundle of cheap stuff nobody wanted to bother with. Alice and I turned it into powder and dumped double ounces into bowls of boxed brownie mix. Ken sold the brownies for a nice profit, two chewy hunks per baggie, while Alice and I walked a foot off the ground for an entire week, giggling all the way.

Yeah, those times were actually better than most of the bedroom antics we (mostly me) had with passing guys. It was good to just hang out with her and connect over simple things, One of those days in the kitchen Alice was singing to something she was plugged into. Ticked me off all the time when I’d be talking to her only to realize she couldn’t hear a thing, her ear buds filling her head with music while tuning me out.

Maybe the real problem was that I didn’t care for music. Even before Greg I couldn’t get interested in stuff. Music just didn’t touch me or even make sense to me. Maybe some classical, but I was more likely to enjoy a jingle from some commercial or television show than something off the top ten. All through high school I couldn’t care about anything that didn’t rumble and cause the furniture to move and make me want to bang my head against the wall. My ears are going to be shit when I turn old.

Anyway, Alice was singing and the lyrics jumped out at me. I punched her shoulder and asked to listen, something I’d never done before. The song was full of bubblegum but I could understand why she liked the music. Most of all I got into the lyrics. In my worst impression of a singer ever in the history of the world I attempted to sing them out. She laughed and rolled her eyes but then tried to help me sing this song about having a heart made of glass and how love was just a pain in the ass. I could relate, could immediately connect with what the woman was saying. Maybe I read a lot of myself into the lyrics, but I pulled that song in tight and whispered it out all night every night for the rest of the month.

That’s when Alice stopped and looked at me and began to cry.

“That’s the song you like?” she asked, holding my hand, brownie goo gluing our fingers together. “Out of all the music out there, you wanna sing that one?”

We didn’t have to say any more. All my words and sarcastic wit and deprecating comments about boys and men had been heard by her as just more girl talk. But when she realized how much the song touched me, she saw me, and she cried. I almost corrected her and explained how my heart was a lot more like a chunk of rock than of fragile glass, but I stopped myself. She saw enough, and we got a lot closer after that.

Got to see the girl in action multiple times, but all that summer we never did have more than a half-hour of intimate privacy at any one time. Except once.

It had been a long lazy day by the pool and not much had happened in the way of action, either the selling of drugs or bodies. I’d finally allowed myself to get talked into going down and dirty with a guy who Ken insisted could be trusted without a condom. Alice accompanied us expecting to only watch but, to nobody’s surprise, Ken followed.

The two men took turns with us, and I suppose us with them, edibles and a blunt and a bottle of wine taking the action all the way into the early evening. That was one of the tew times the boys backed away and allowed me some free time with Alice. Hearing her call out my name and kiss my thigh as I tongued her into a climax was the highlight of my life. A nice easy day no woman could really complain about, but by itself it wouldn’t be so memorable.

Ken and friend finally took off to do some deal, leaving the women and a good quart of their masculine juices safe in the bedroom. Seriously needed to wash off the accumulated bodily fluids we had both in and on us, but Alice and I instead wound up finishing off a couple of black Russians (the drink) and another bottle of wine. Best ladies night ever.

We really opened up to one another. We admitted lies and deceit and talked of how innocent we weren’t and never were. Didn’t go into it all that one night but it did seem like over the next week we’d interrupt the other’s thoughts by breaking in with a “And I didn’t tell you about...” or maybe a “Wait. I remember now. It was like this...” But it was on that night that I told her about Kevin and Treyvon. Just talking about first times. Not until later that I got truly honest about Jose and the household of men and my work with Clara.

Didn’t/Couldn’t bring up Gary. His memory still held a controlling interest of me and I didn’t want to bring up the trauma. Maybe Alice was the same, but just as I brought in Kevin as my first and Treyvon as the guy who first and most literally opened me up to sex, she had a brand new story of her own and it took more than just a bottle of wine to get it all out of her.

We’d thrown the dirty sheets from the fuck-room into the washer and were lying nude on Ken’s king bed, sipping wine and playing with one another’s bodies but without any lusty intent. We were just playing. That’s when she brought up her first time, her first time with real guys, and it was plenty mind blowing.

I’d just broached the subject of first-time sex, mentioning how I’d done some mouth jobs on a guy before Kevin but that he was the first to roll onto me and fill my hole with anything more than a finger. A lie but that was all I wanted to admit at the time.

She allowed me to talk, trying to brush off my own interest in her past, and I worried that she had a Gary holding her head hostage as well. So I pushed, lapping at her cum-covered tit with my tongue while staring hard into her eyes and demanding a confession. She pushed my teeth off of her nipple and sipped some wine and opened up.

“Okay. So, it’s like, giving a guy a mouth jobs was my real introduction to sex.”

“Yeah. Nothing new there for most of us,” I’d intoned, pulling Alice in close with one hand over her hip. “It always starts out safe but somewhere in there the guys find a weakness, a crack, and it’s usually there between our legs.”

“Right, same with me. Same old story, but what was supposed to be just some hand jobs or blows turned into a lot more and with a lot of guys.”

“Guys? Like...”

“Just wait. I’ll get to it, but no judging me, okay? You had your Kevin and Treyvon, and just look at what you’re doing by the pool. Back then I had my, um, guys, so shut up and let me talk.

“It all started out with Linda, or rather with her brother. I’d been over at her house for a sleepover and somehow we wound up watching her brother and a friend slap their dicks in a kind of race to see who could get off first. They were older, like ready to leave high school already and we were maybe only fourteen, not even in ninth grade, so watching these guys do this was incredibly over the top. It was the first time I saw real dicks, like flesh and blood, and let me tell you it was amazing. Disgusting, sure, but I hardly slept that night just picturing what guys do with themselves and what they do to girls.”

“They didn’t hit on you, did they? Like try to move on you in the middle of the night?”

“No. The guys were okay. If anything, my mind was filled with thoughts of what the cum was like. The brother had jokingly offered some of his for us girls to taste. We pretended to be grossed out but during the night I had to keep myself from going over to his bedroom to ask for a repeat performance. I didn’t want sex with him or anything, but I just couldn’t get the whole idea of guys and dicks and them cuming inside a girl out of my mind.

“It was Tom who was responsible for taking me all the way. He was a guy my brother had known in high school. They’d been friends for a few years but then my brother went into the army and I didn’t see Tom for a few months. Then I found myself selling candy door to door, to raise money for my tennis team. You know, two bucks for a bar of chocolate, all the money going to get the girls at our club new rackets and stuff.

“It was summer and the chocolate melted and nobody bought anything. I even tried putting my hair back in a ponytail to look younger and cuter, you know, to look sad when people said no, but they still said no. That’s when I ran into Tom. Walked right up to his open garage where he was working on a bicycle. Didn’t recognize him at first, but when I started my spiel he looked up, said my name, and invited me in to cool down with a cold coke. Real nice.

“We talked for a while, which was fine with me. Tom was nice, sort of short and stocky but handsome. You know, just out of high school but working and athletic and everything. No great personality, like sort of a dweeb with his bicycles and chess and stuff, but still a step above the guys I was dating. As I was leaving he apologized for not wanting any candy but gave me two bucks anyway, just to be nice. That’s when it happened.”

“He pulled you into the house? Kissed you and felt you up? What?”

“Shut-up. He just explained to me how a hot little girl like me could make some real money. You know, that way, with guys.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I exclaimed, sitting up on the bed. “But, he only told you stuff? No action?”

“Let me talk already. He kept it real simple so its easy to remember. He said, ‘Alice. A girl like you could pull in a hundred bucks a day just being nice to guys. I don’t mean sex, like sleep with guys. I just mean getting them off, like with your hands or your mouth. Guys really like that. We need it. You should think about it.’”

“When I heard that my face almost caught on fire. I was so embarrassed and so shocked I didn’t know what to say. Tom laughed, said he was only joking and wished me good luck with my candy sales. He turned back to working on his bicycle while I walked off in a trance, still unable to believe what I’d heard.

Only halfway down the block I stopped and thought about what he’d said and what I just watched my friend’s brother do in their bathroom. I’m not sure what was going through my little girl brain but I found myself walking back to Tom’s house. I think he was as surprised as I was that I returned, and maybe more surprised when I asked him to explain some more how a girl could do something with a guy without having sex.

“Tom hardly knew what to say, but after a few seconds of him stuttering he stood up and took me back into the house. He was hesitant, like asking if I’d ever been with a guy or had sex and I was vague, just shrugging and saying I’d never actually done anything before.

“Once Tom knew I was serious, he got right to it. Pulled me into his bedroom, pulled out his dick, and showed me how guys want girls to touch them. We wound up kneeling on his rug with me following his directions for doing a hand job. Then everything fell apart. He pulled off my top and felt up my tits and finally forced my face into his crotch, telling me to suck the fat bulb on his sticky cock. The nice guy finally lost it and turned into a real Mr. Hyde, fucking my mouth and blowing a load down my throat with his knees locked onto my head.”

“So, how was it,” I asked, totally unsurprised about how selfish a guy could be in getting his load off with a girl in his bedroom. “Your first taste of a guy’s cum. I know it’s not your favorite drink, but how was it then?”

“Total garbage,” laughed Alice, shaking her head at the memory. “Told Tom it was like old glue. He was nice, apologizing while at the same time telling me how great it was. Then he showed me how I didn’t really have to use my mouth, that guys would be okay to have a girl like me just jack them off, and ten minutes later we were on his bed, me giving him a hand job while he felt up my tits. Sprayed it all over my chest, all smelly and gooey. Must have spent ten minutes playing with the stuff, him rubbing it over my tits and talking about how sexy I was.

“Then we took a shower. With him, of course, my first time with a guy, all naked, not even panties. He just acted like it was normal, him washing all his cum off my neck and tits while I stood there like a little kid. No surprise that he pulled my hands back to his dick, long and hard like we hadn’t just emptied his balls twice in the last twenty minutes. As he dried me off Tom began kissing me, like lips and neck and down to my tits, all the time talking about how beautiful I was and I didn’t know what the hell to do. And then he hit the magic button, like the one weakness that’s always gotten me to open my knees.”

I knew this one, the one way a guy could wet Alice’s lower lips and actually demand a guy to give her some satisfaction. And no, it wasn’t her clit. Girl actually didn’t care much for any guy fingering her off without her being warmed up first. Cocks and tongues were great down there, but Alice didn’t like guys shoving their hands between her legs. The one thing any guy could do to weaken her resolve was to make love to her tits. The girl’s nipples seemed to have a direct line to her twat and she’s admitted that any guy devoting five minutes of time to sucking her breasts could bring her to a minor orgasm.

“While drying me off Tom began kissing my tits, and when I leaned against the sink and moaned he sucked and nibbled and did everything else he could to make me moan even louder. Did everything right, like fingers up my thighs and tongue on my nipples and saying how special and beautiful I was. Before I knew it Tom had thrown me on his bed, hips between my legs, and except for that first push inside of me I didn’t mind at all.

“Gave me a long hard ride, my first ever. I mean, it was all a first, everything, like tasting a guy’s cum and the shower and even Tom kissing my tits. Totally new to me, so when he pounded into my virgin hole for what seemed like a half hour, I was overwhelmed. I got kind of sore down there, not really used to something that wide making itself at home in me, and even my thighs began to cramp up before he finally shoved it in deep and had a third orgasm inside of me. And we’re talking about raw sex here, no condom or anything.

“Didn’t matter to me at the time. When he collapsed onto me and finished pumping it in, I was actually ready for more. It was then that I figured that if sex like that could keep a guy from blowing his load into my throat, then straight up fucking was the way to go. Felt good and I didn’t have to choke on his spunk.

“The whole experience, like all those types of sex in just a couple of hours totally blew my mind. I was thinking about it every minute for the next week, but I also never thought it was anything different from what people do with each other in bed. I was a girl, Tom was a guy, we had sex. Amazing, but I figured it was just what guys and girls did together.”

“But, didn’t it hurt? I get you hating the blow and loving him suck your little tits but what about that first time, the guy pushing his dick into you? It must have hurt. No blood or anything?”

Alice shrugged and sat up in the bed, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle before saying, “No. Not so much pain as just a little uncomfortable. If Tom had gone a little slower, like more love and less fucking, it could have been a lot better, but it wasn’t so bad.”

Bullshit, of course. I was sure Alice had some kind of early experience with a guy she didn’t want to bring up. Maybe a lot like my Gary, so I almost withheld my doubt but I just couldn’t help myself.

“Bullshit, Alice. No way this guy pounded into your pretty little pink cunt if you were a virgin. Uncomfortable? Bullshit. And I know you’ve mentioned your first guy, like a month ago. You said his sister sometimes kept watch to keep you from being caught, so let’s back up. It was this girl Linda’s brother, wasn’t it? Come on. What is it you don’t want to admit?”