Chapter 1

It didn’t start with me and Amil emptying our balls inside that piece of very needy pussy late one hot summer evening. To be honest with myself, this whole story all began years before that fateful night. But it was on that night that I was forced to face the kind of guy I’ve become. I’m not proud of it, of what I’m admitting to, but I’m not going to apologize for all I’m going to describe either. Let me tell you, it’s gotten me some really wonderful moments, most notably pouring a daily allotment of liquid lust between the legs of no small number of girls and women. But I’m babbling. Read on and you’ll figure it out.

For the most part, I’m a nice guy, always willing to lend a hand and be a friend. Out in public, you’d even think I was pro-feminism, being polite and respectful with girls and old ladies alike. Equal pay for equal work? Absolutely. But when it comes to what really counts in the way of love, what happens when a boy and girl are left alone in the house or in the back seat of a car, I’ve always made sure I got mine.

More to the point, whatever the long-term consequences, as long as I end a date or party or friendly visit at a girl’s house with my boner balls deep inside the girl’s twat and then flooding her with all my pent-up masculine juices, I have no problem sleeping happy and content for the rest of the night. I’ve been told that such an attitude is a problem, a sexist male problem, my problem, and one I’m still not willing to admit to. From my viewpoint, they see a problem while I see girls putting up unnecessary barriers boys like me work overtime in trying to get around.

Low life scum? Fine. A lot of girls have probably thrown that out with my name while discussing what I did after they were fool enough to let me see their bedrooms. And yet a lot of those same girls answered my calls and agreed to another date, telling me they want to go slow, but then moaning out my name after I’ve pulled aside their panties and begun pumping their twats full of my special brand of seed.

To be honest, the only girls in my past I really have regrets about, like when I wake at three in the morning and think back to all the girls I knew and know, the only ones that really stand out in my memory, are the ones I never fucked. Me being nice, like me not taking advantage because they were too drunk to know what they were doing, or maybe worried about what they might say about me the next day, has never done me or my conscience, and most especially my cock and balls, any good.

Let me give you an early example. One of my most memorable regrets in life is not rolling onto Heather L., then nailing her to the floor with my dick and fucking her silly until flooding her with a quart of my sticky masculine goodness.

Why didn’t I? Because I was nice.

I can still imagine what I should have done, holding her down as I pull aside and push my cock past the cute little purple-polka-dot panties she was so willing to show me. There was definitely an age difference, but she seemed plenty forward, teasing me in ways that should be considered illegal. I’ve spent hours wondering what it would have been like with my cock locked inside her virgin pussy, giving the girl her first full sized dose of a boy’s most precious essence, then doing a repeat performance every night for the next month. Maybe she would have tried to fight me off and hated me for splitting her snatch open, or maybe she would have begged for a second helping of cock and cum the next morning, but because I hesitated, I’ll never know. Hell, as far as I know the girl had been going the rounds with her best friend’s father for a year. Again, because I hesitated, I’ll never know.

At the time I was only in high school and I was a little worried about what her mother would do to me if she ever found out what I did (yet didn’t do). I was a last-minute fill-in as a sitter when her mother got called away for something. Heather and I had been playing a video game at her home and when she came back from the bathroom, her skirt and sweater were gone. She acted like walking around in panties and a skimpy top were normal, pretending to ignore me while focusing on the game.

Her breasts were small, but her nipples really stood out, hard dark points pushing through the thin fabric of her tank-top, proving the girl would eventually have a chest worth paying attention to. Yeah, those caught my eye, but all I could think of was how it would take all of two seconds to lever her thighs apart and push my throbbing pole inside of her little tweenie cunt. It was easy to see some stray pubic hairs popping out from the edges of her panties, and those were tight and thin enough to show the deep cleft that started within her smooth white thighs and disappeared down into darkness. I can still picture the illicit view I had of the soft puffy mound and feminine mystery that lay between her legs. I’m getting nervous even thinking back about her right now. But no, at the time I figured she was just a naïve girl and had no idea of the effect she was having on an older boy, so I kept my inexperienced hands to myself and did my best to ignore her.

Didn’t find out until later that Heather made the rounds with every guy she ever dated. Sure, I got my chance a few years later at a party we both happened to be at, me pulling her into a side bedroom and leaning Heather over the bed for a quick fuck. Thought I could slip my cock past her panties before her drunken self could put up a fight, almost ripping her panties in half while pushing my excited dick against her ass. Instead of complaining the girl turned on me, giving my cock a nice long suck while telling me to help her out of her bra. Definitely my kind of girl.

It was a nice fuck, but by the time I was done there were two other guys behind me waiting to try her out, and Heather didn’t complain when their pants hit the floor. As I left the room, Heather loudly moaning out her appreciation as the next guy pushed into her, I actually felt a little disappointed. Heather was getting plenty, and I was a load lighter, but I knew it would have been different if I’d just forced her open three years before. Damn, and I bet she was really tight back then. I’ll never forget about that, about the hot pussy I held myself back from. That was just one more lesson in never allowing a girl and her unlimited garden of delights to pass me by without at least trying to get my share.

But let me get back to me and Amil and a girl I’ll refer to as Joyce. Amil and I often got together on our days off or right after closing up after work at the auto parts store where we earned all of minimum wage. That night was just one more among a long line of hot summer evenings, wandering the streets and wondering if we could get somebody at the local convenience store to sell a chilled six pack to a couple of grown but legally underage adults.

We’d been bullshitting and talking about nothing and somehow found ourselves walking down yet one more dull suburban street. It was late and almost all the houses were dark, only their front lawns and driveways fully lit up with security lights. If anything, the excess lighting made it easy to see everything, like cars and bikes and other stuff worth picking up by a neighborhood thief. We never did that, but it was fun talking about what idiots most homeowners were. With a pickup truck and ten minutes of free time, we could have made a hundred bucks easy at the next day’s flea market with the stuff we could have stolen.

On this night we happened to notice a nice Mustang from the early seventies. It was parked in a driveway next to some generic SUV. We walked around it a couple times, commenting on how the owner kept it in good condition. From habit Amil tried the door, and it was unlocked. More impressive was that it had no alarm system. Also no keys, but for the hell of it he went trolling for a hide-a-key under the old-school chrome bumper. Bingo.

I was all for getting the hell out of there, maybe having a fun time driving the collectible around town for an hour before dumping the car for the police to find the next day. That’s when Amil showed me a second key, hidden with the car key. Against all my whispered demands, he walked up the side of the house and tried it on the side door of the garage, and in he went. I reluctantly followed, thinking we could find a couple bottles of water in the garage to snag before making our escape.

Amil had other ideas. “Look. The door to the house is unlocked. Everybody’s asleep. Might find some beer in the fridge.”

I was freaking out over the overtly criminal act we were committing, but into the house we went. Past the laundry area, right into some kind of big open family room, where the kitchen and dining room and entertainment area were. There was a night light in the kitchen area and I quietly headed over there, but then Amil touched my arm and pointed to a couch in the corner near a big flat screen.

The light was dim, shining in through the sliding-glass door that led to the back, but we could just make out that sprawled on the couch was a girl. Maybe in her late teens, long dirty blond hair covering half her face, and wearing only a thin undershirt and a pair of high waist panties. Thing was, her hand was tucked wrist-deep into her panties, and the slight smile on the girl’s sleeping face gave evidence to the pleasure she had very recently been giving herself.

I waved my hand at Amil and started to back off, wanting to escape before the girl woke and alerted the house to our presence. Amil went just the other direction, walking up to and kneeling before the sleeping beauty, all the while pushing down his pants and pulling out the object all men are most concerned with. It was obvious that Amil’s brain had shut down, intent only on feeding his little monster with the hot piece of snatch lying unconscious before him. I was aghast.

Like I said, I’ll openly admit that I can be a jerk when it comes to girls and sex. I have no compunctions about pounding hard and deep inside a drunk date who can’t tell left from right, but this was maybe one step too far. Have I found myself sleeping next to a nameless half-dressed girl after a party, waking up in the early morning and slipping my raging cock up her slit, then slowly fucking the sleeping slut until pouring my morning dose of lust inside of her? Absolutely and with no regret.

Thing is, those girls had made their choices, known the odds, and I was just taking advantage of the situation. Here, in a house Amil and I had essentially broken into, a girl was about to get her hole levered open and filled to the brim with cock and cum by a guy she had never even met. To me, that just seemed to be the one thing I’d always said I was better than.

Then Amil turned the girl over, rolling her over and face down into the couch cushions. In the same moment, he scooted between her legs and pushed his long fat boner under the edge of her panties. It was then, just a second before he found his target and impaled her on his rod, just as the girl moaned in her broken sleep and lifted her head, that I thought I recognized her. Joyce.

A hundred different memories filled my head. In the few seconds it took for Amil to bury the leading knob of his shaft inside of her, I remembered just what that fat-lipped twat of hers looked like while being opened wide by some guy’s cock. Her questioning look of surprise turned into a muffled grunt as Amil pushed in with his hips, one hand forcing Joyce’s head deep in a pillow while he buried himself even deeper inside of her. That one sound reminded me of her voice, how she used to laugh at a party, telling a joke over school lunch, and of her very distinctive grunt and moan while some guy, sometimes me but maybe some other needy man, was burying himself deep within her loins.

A hundred memories of the girl, and most of them had to do with Joyce and Karen and a few others as we did things no parent was supposed to ever find out about. In that instant my reluctance melted away. My feelings for Joyce and what she was going through as Amil began his rampage between her legs went from personal worry to loving concern. I knew the girl, and for all the things I knew she had done in her past, I didn’t think she deserved the overt violence Amil was subjecting her to. Too late for that, but I could at least let her know she didn’t have anything to worry about other than winding up pregnant.

Joyce had fully woken and was trying to free herself from the unwanted suitor forcing his way deep inside of her. Amil was holding her down with an elbow pressed into her back as he continued a hard and noisy wet fuck from her rear. Her high-pitched grunts and yelps were muffled by the pillow, though the slap of Amil’s balls into her ass sure filled the room. There was no way she could escape, but she still tried to flail about with one arm, her legs kicking back, perhaps thinking she could roll Amil’s bulk off.

In hopes of quieting her down, and maybe to make her feel like this wasn’t just another random rape happening to her in her own house, I kneeled next to the couch, next to where Amil was noisily slamming his crotch into her open thighs and near naked ass. I put a hand on her head, leaned in to give a soft kiss to Joyce’s cheek, and said her name.

“Joyce. Relax girl. It’s alright. Just relax.”

That stopped her struggles, but her eyes widened and as she turned her head, I hoped that in the darkness she wouldn’t recognize me. She continued gasping for breath, giving off a sharp grunt with each of Amil’s thrusts inside of her, but otherwise she didn’t say anything.

“It’s alright. Your uncle said you’d be okay with this. Said you needed a nightly dose of cock. He let us in and seeing you here he told us to go ahead. He told us you wouldn’t mind. Just enjoy it like you did back in Florida.”

Between grunts, Joyce tried to answer me. “Uncle Jim? He’s here?”

That caught me off guard. I was just grabbing stray thoughts with the hope Joyce wouldn’t think Amil and me were strangers, intent on robbing and raping and killing her. My knowledge of Joyce and her uncle was based only on hearsay and bad memory. Instead she took everything I said and, at least in her mind, made some sense of it. I tried to go with it and added to the lies.

“Yeah, but that’s not Jimmy. Your uncle’s outside. Said you’d be open to sharing your hot little snatch with us, but didn’t think it would be right to do it himself.”

“Jimmy?” Grunt. “Fuck” Moan.

She might have said more, but that was when Amil finally reached his ultimate goal and climaxed inside of Joyce. He let out a loud groan, holding Joyce’s thighs up high and wide as he collapsed onto her ass and back and bucked even harder inside of her. Joyce’s eyes popped wide and she groaned out, “Oh my god” a few times before letting out a loud straining moan of her own and pushing her face into a pillow.

Nobody said anything for the next minute. It took that long for Amil to catch his breath and finish up inside of Joyce. Then he took another minute to straighten up, trying his best to keep up the action before finally pulling his shimmering brown dick out from where he had unloaded the contents of his balls.

As he backed off, Amil looked at me, pushing wide where Joyce’s knees again rested on the carpet, giving her ass a loud slap before standing and stepping away. I didn’t hesitate. My pants were down and hard raging pole waving in the open air. Yet as I pushed myself into Joyce’s upraised ass, I again remembered the feelings I used to have for the girl.

In the few seconds it took for me to situate myself behind Joyce, she had raised herself up on her elbows and tried to look behind her. I used one hand to push down on her upper back, but then leaned in, sticking both of my hands up under her tank top to feel out her breasts. Grinding my cock into her ass crack, I tried to get her to relax by reminding her of what a hot little piece of pussy I remembered her to be.

Leaning down to take a whiff of the light perfume on her neck, I whispered, “Yeah. Jimmy. Said you were always in need of something hot and hard in order to tame that fine little piece of snatch between your legs. And your tits. Told us what wonderful tits you have.”

And she did. Back in high school Joyce was always willing to let her maturing nipples show, always happy to wear a blouse or sweater that gave some proof of how deep and wonderful the valley was between her two magnificent mounds. What I really loved back in the day was how her cheerleader uniform always allowed boys like me to check out her firm thighs while fantasizing about what kind of a welcome her thick wet lips could do for a boy’s hardened cock.

I played with her nipples, biting her neck and mentally recalling how wonderful it was to be naked with the girl. Joyce moaned a little but didn’t fight me, so after a few seconds of enjoying the feel of two of the world’s most perfect breasts, I pulled my hands back and rose up, allowing myself to look down on her half-naked body. Then I reached over to the side edge of her panties and with a hard jerk ripped the seam apart.

I took a moment to enjoy the treasure revealed before me. With her panties pulled to the side, Joyce’s beautiful firm ass rose naked from the couch. My moment of violence led to her giving a grunt of surprise and then her trying to turn around, but it was easy to hold her down with a firm hand. My loins and brain were screaming for me to just get on with it. It was a simple thing to position the leading tip of my cock inside the furry slit that lay just beneath the round of her ass, and with only the slightest of thrusts I popped inside of her.

It’s saying something for Joyce that with all of her sexual experience, and after just getting herself ploughed hard and deep with Amil’s own substantial shaft, I could still feel some reluctance as I pushed past the gates of her vaginal sheath. More surprising was that as I penetrated deeper, I could feel a tight loving massage from deep inside of her. I mean, I’ve been with girls whose twats were so overused that I could hardly feel how deep up their hole I’d gotten. You can joke that maybe I’m just too small for any girl to be interested, but I’ve been around long enough to be plenty proud of what I’ve got hanging between my legs.

It was with a grunt and very happy moan that I pushed in deeper, allowing a few seconds for my brain to be overcome with the delight of the girl’s hot wet flesh embracing and loving my cock. It’s a joy no girl will ever know and I bent down to give Joyce’s head another grateful and loving kiss before getting to work.

Normally I don’t care for being second, taking over where another guy has just poured a load of cream inside of a girl. That being said, I admit that I never have a problem getting off inside a girl, even after a line of guys have made their way into a bedroom where she’s been sequestered. When it comes to that, even when I’m number ten, when my rocks are straining and there’s a girl with open legs in front of me, I never defer.

I bet most guys think the same. But there’s something special and a real turn on when pushing my cock into a pussy that’s wet and warm and demanding and with only me on the girl’s mind and only me filling her twat. No, not necessarily virgin pussy, but I like knowing that the snatch I’m splitting open and fucking is about to be creamed and claimed and branded by only my own load of virile seed. I love knowing that for the next day or three, the girl will be walking around with a hundred million or so of my sperm literally swimming around inside of her. Even if I can’t own the girl, my seed being planted deep up her twat proves temporary ownership and makes her pussy all mine. Having to follow another guy prevents me from enjoying that dirty little sexist thought, and me following Amil inside of Joyce’s loins was no different.

Still, it was wonderful pushing inside of Joyce, and with another pull back and thrust in, more memories of her filled my mind. I pushed one hand down the front of her hips, deep into her lightly furred pussy, and easily found her clit. I was able to visualize how fat and thick her labia were, of the shimmering valley of inviting pink flesh that lay deep within those fat lips, and of the thick clitoris even Karen was in awe of. Back in high school, when Joyce got excited, her clit always grew to the size of one of her nipples, and as I stuck my hand down her front I could tell Joyce was a girl in need.

With another hand up front to feel her tits, I snuggled into Joyce’s ass, lay myself down on her back, and began a nice long fuck. My face was pushed up next to her head, where I could nibble on her ear and catch the scent of her perfume. With each hard thrust into her, my knees pushed out a little levering out her thighs and giving me full access to her bare ass and crotch. She grunted a little, and after a few minutes, as I got into the rhythm, Joyce’s head rose off the pillow and she whispered “Yeah. Oh yeah.” That’s when I gave a little kiss to her cheek and continued to talk dirty with her.

“Baby. You’re so tight. So hot and wet. Such a tight little pussy.”

She just moaned, eyes closed, but Joyce definitely pushed her ass back and began meeting my thrusts with some demands of her own.

I focused on the fuck, listening to the slapping sounds of our lovemaking, but after a few more minutes I whispered a little more into Joyce’s ear. “So you did this with your uncle, didn’t you? With Uncle Jim. That’s how he knows what a hot little fuck you are. Said you were always wet and ready to fuck.”

She started getting a little more animated with her body, one hand back for a second to touch my ass, but between soft sexy grunts she also answered me. “Fucker. Always. Fuck. Every night. Asshole. Fucker.”

“Every night. Bet he fucked your tight little pussy every night he could.”

No answer back, but I think Joyce was more interested in our own fuck than in the talk. Her pussy kept up it’s demands, her ass always meeting my hips halfway into my steady but deep thrusts into her. That’s when I pulled up some of the knowledge I had about Joyce, things no boy should ever share with anybody else, and that really got her attention.

“You sure like doing it doggie style. You know, like I was a dog. Too bad I don’t have a big fat knot to lock into you. Fill you full of a gallon of doggie cum. Bet you’d like that.”

Her eyes opened, knowing just what I was referring to, but her ass never stopped pushing back into me. After a short while, Joyce’s grunts turned into high-pitched moans, and I knew just what to do. My fingers had been doing their own share of work deep inside her slit, and the more I fucked and fingered Joyce, the more wet and excited her pussy was becoming.