Chapter 14

Monday came and we were all back in school. Mostly it was the same old boring nonsense, but there was this big piece of memory from the day before with Lucy that kept me from being able to concentrate on anything.

Lucy, Fortis, and one of the most lusty and illicit days of sex and semen I’d enjoyed since my one night with Linda. No, even better than that. Who knew that bringing a second dick into the party could make me dream of a repeat the following week?

All thoughts and dreams revolved around Lucy. We passed each other in the hallway Monday morning. I gave her a discrete hello, but all I got in return was a glare and nod of her chin. In that one second of recognition, I experienced everything we’d done together. I could taste the sweat on her cheek as I kissed her, smell the sweet biting womanly aroma as I nibbled on her clit, and feel the luscious wet flesh of her pussy as I released all the contents of my balls inside of her.

I could feel my face flush and turn red with the memories, but then she was gone, Lucy off to her life and me back to mine. She had made it pretty clear that none of what we’d done could become public knowledge or I’d die a horrible death. I got that, nice guy that I was, but the animal in me did wonder how I could use my intimate knowledge of Lucy’s illicit love life to my advantage.

It was that awareness of that other side of me, willing to go to any length to bury myself in Lucy’s hot pussy, fucking and pouring my seed into a girl who manifested the perfection of feminine joy every boy had a right to, that led to me breaking up with Denise. We had been on edge since my drugging her and taking her ass by force. She tried to understand, I tried to placate, and for a while we were able to pretend that it could all be worked out. But, no. After my wonderful round of debauched sex with Lucy, I knew I could never pretend to be happy just holding hands with Denise or any other girl. I had a demon inside of me and my many experiences with girls and women had shown me that what I felt and needed wasn’t either deviant or wrong. It was obvious that Denise and I were never meant to be with one another and I had to cut it off.

I tried to be as blunt and yet caring as possible, blaming myself and wishing she could find a worthy guy to be with. Denise took it well, telling me I was a jerk and then going silent, turning her back on me and walking off. I knew her moods, knew she was furious, and yet I was relieved for having the guts to be honest with a wonderful girl I didn’t deserve. Besides, if we’d stayed together, I would have come to hate our enforced celibacy. That or I would have wound up getting Denise drunk and forcing her to relieve my needs in ways she wouldn’t ever want to talk about, and that would have led her to hating me even worse. There was no way to win here, and I figured that it was best we just end it.

Her friends, many of whom were my friends, saw me as an absolute piece of scum. I don’t know if Denise ever discussed my rape of her backside, but all her girlfriends, who used to be my friends, started giving me the silent treatment as well. By Friday I was eating lunch alone and debating whether or not it was even worth keeping up any of my few profiles on social media. Nothing real specific out there, but my treatment of Denise was getting me a lot of negative comments. I figured my love life in high school was doomed and that I had nothing but a life of celibacy to look forward to.

Then Lucy walked over as I was finishing lunch. She was as gorgeous as any swimsuit model SI ever put out, and this with Lucy wearing a sweater and distressed pair of jeans. It surprised me that she wasn’t accompanied by any of her female followers or male bodyguards. She didn’t sit down, but looked around, saw we were alone, and changed my life forever.

“Hey. Heard you and that girl of yours are done. Not because of me I hope.”

I wasn’t in the mood for games or politeness. “Totally because of you, but not your fault. Denise and me weren’t a real match. Hard to spend an hour with you and not take a whole new view of life. Not your fault, totally me for sure...”

I shrugged, leaving my self-blame open, thinking Lucy would throw out a scathing comment and walk off. With another glance around, she said, “Yeah, well, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to be the cause of your breakup. You know I’ve got a boyfriend, right?”

“Oh, sure. In the army, he’ll be back in six months and then you’ll graduate and follow him to wherever he’s stationed. I get it.”

“Glad you do. But, I think it’s pretty cool that you haven’t said anything about last week. Any other guy would’ve taken photographs and shared the whole morning of events with half the world by now. I really appreciate that.”

“Yeah, well, like I said. Nobody would’ve believed me, being with you and all. So it would’ve only hurt both of us. I’m just happy your boyfriend isn’t back here beating the shit out of me.”

I smiled when I said that, trying to make light of a part of my life that would stick in my memory forever. I was gratified when Lucy gave a short chuckle, and then got to the point.

“Well, you know, my parents are out every Sunday. Off to see a couple of aunts and other relatives in [a nearby town]. Pretty rare I go with them. Maybe you could drop by then and we could talk about your breakup with Denise.”

My brain went into immediate meltdown, but I was able to hold myself together just long enough to make sure I heard Lucy right. “So, just me and you, or will there be anybody else there?”

“Don’t get funny with me Louis. Let’s be straight with one another. I’m only bringing this up because you’ve shown you can keep a secret. Start talking about what’s none of your business and you’ll be in a world of pain. You get me?”

I realized my mistake in an instant. When I’d asked about somebody else joining us on Sunday, I just wanted to make sure we’d be alone and not getting my head pounded on by a half-dozen football players in her living room. Instead, she had probably thought I was referring to her four legged romantic partner, whom I’d observed and then helped in filling Lucy’s voracious hole with a good quart or two of mixed-species male essence. It took a split second, but upon realizing our miscommunication, I stopped thinking and acted cool and in control.

“Hey, I get it. You can trust me. I’ll drop by Sunday and we can talk.”

As Lucy walked off, I couldn’t help but notice the very fine way she put one Doc Marten clad foot in front of the other, causing her tightly wrapped ass to wave a most wonderful goodbye to me. I was in the middle of trying to undress her, picturing just what her perfect ass and large pussy lips looked like, when I realized I didn’t need to imagine. Come Sunday, there was a good chance I’d be able to tongue, feel, and fuck every inch of that beautiful body. Was there a chance Lucy would have a half-dozen male friends waiting to remind me why silence is golden? Absolutely, but for a girl like Lucy, I was more than willing to take those odds.

The rest of Friday and Saturday passed slowly, and all attempts to distract myself from the great unknown of Sunday proved fruitless. Whether I was mowing the lawn or doing homework or playing a video game, I couldn’t get past the possibility of ripping Lucy’s robe off, bending her over the back of her sofa, and pounding into her for an hour. Positions varied, but the spreading her thighs wide and relieving of my balls inside her loins of everything I’d been saving up since the previous week remained.

I was as nervous as a guy going out for his first date, only this was even more serious. My motorbike was up and running, my hair freshly washed, my teeth brushed, and my most grungy jean jacket looking good in the mirror. I rode my bike right into Lucy’s driveway, as though it was no big deal, but my hand was shaking when I knocked on the door.

Lucy took her time in opening the door. She just stood there, fully dressed as though prepping to go shopping for the day. That lowered my spirits, my lurid imagination hoping she’d still be in her short green robe, naked underneath and ready to fuck. She gave me a long once over before saying, “Hey. You knocked. Good one. Keep it up.”

I held back on my own sarcastic reply and was rewarded when she stepped aside and let me in. I did a quick look around and was happy to see that Lucy and I were indeed alone. She walked into the kitchen area, asking if I wanted anything to drink, and I followed close behind. When Lucy turned toward me, I stepped in, a hand down to her waist, leaning in to give a light kiss to her long beautiful neck.

She gave out a sharp “Hey,” and pushed out with a hand, then turning away from me, but I doubled down, pulling her in with both hands and giving a light kiss and nibble to Lucy’s ear.

“I said we could talk, not do a repeat of last week,” she said, trying to give me a jab back with an elbow, but I was ready for her. A thousand possibilities had gone through my head, and in the end I realized that all of them were mere possibilities. I could be nice and politely ask Lucy for a date, or I could force myself on her, or maybe some other variation between those two extremes. Nothing was certain, so I went with the option that fulfilled my most selfish male needs. Forget the small talk, go directly to doing what Lucy obviously had invited me over for, and push forward until she stopped me with any weapon of her choice. A big fat “NO” from Lucy would be fine, but I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t force Lucy into a situation that made an equally loud “YES” possible.

“Let go Louis. I had you come over to talk, not make out. I told you, I’ve got a boyfriend.” Lucy squirmed and tried to pull away, but not enough to really make escape from my embrace possible.

“Yeah, to talk.” I leaned in to give another bite to her ear, then further to kiss Lucy’s cheek and get a deeper whiff of her perfume. Nice perfume, not just some scented shampoo, meaning she was expecting more than just a quiet talk or study session.

“I want to talk. Like why you invited me over.”

“I told you, asshole. Just being nice. I really appreciated you not saying anything to anybody about last week. Thank you. Enough already.”

One of my hands pushed down into the upper edge of her shorts, the other hand finding the lower edge of her light sweater and rising to come in contact with Lucy’s bare and bra-free breasts. I gave a tweak of one nipple, hard and erect, and then said, “But you knew I hadn’t said anything, and you’d thanked me for that. And for sure, I wouldn’t ever say anything to anybody. I promised you that. So, why the invitation to come over?”

Lucy had stopped straining at my hold on her, instead leaning back into my chest as my lower hand felt out the upper ridge of fur and opening to her labia while my upper hand continued to play with her breasts. As I leaned in for another kiss to her cheek, I noticed that Lucy’s eyes were closed, her mouth taking in short gasps of air, and her body was trembling.

“Lucy. You know how much I need you. You must have known what I’d want and try to do, just like last week. You know I can’t stop. No way we can stop here. You’ve taken over my head like no other girl has. You know damn well I’m going to fuck and fill you just as much as I did last week. For real, why’d you tell me to come over.”

Lucy gave a shudder as my hand went lower, my index finger making contact with her clit, the large fat nub itself being bathed in a river of juices. As I began fingering her clit, my mouth lowering to suck in on the side of her neck, Lucy gave me an answer.

“Because I knew I could trust you.”

I didn’t need a long discourse or detailed conversation to understand what Lucy meant. She didn’t mean she trusted me, as in being a nice guy who would always respect her space and the relationship she had with her boyfriend. Rather, she trusted me to do everything I wanted to do, allowing her to fulfil her many needs and fantasies, and all without worry of anything reaching the eyes or ears of anybody else. I wanted to think Lucy also trusted me to keep it up for more than a half-minute, giving her the long hard fuck I knew she yearned for.

Maybe outside she was a dutiful girlfriend, having only platonic relations with the many boys who followed her around school, but with me she could give in to our shared lusts knowing I’d be able to fuck her long and hard and then keep my lips shut when back at school.

Keeping my one hand deep within Lucy’s increasingly wet slit, I lowered my other hand and easily undid the simple snap of her shorts. That’s when she turned her head, making it possible for me to enjoy a long wet kiss with her. As I used a two finger technique to play with her button, I found even more enjoyment in the lustiness of her kiss.

Rather than just accept my kiss and allow my violation of her body, Lucy showed a desire for me to do everything then flashing through my mind. My lower hand pushed deeper, my entire hand covering and cupping Lucy’s large set of lower lips, and turned her toward the breakfast counter. I leaned her over the edge of the counter, pushing her shorts down to mid-thigh, then pulling her sweater up just over the top of her most beautiful tits, and leaned in to say the only full sentence I’d utter for the next hour.

“Do you have protection?”

“Hell yes. Nice of you to ask,” is all she said as she pushed her ass back into my hip.

I hated giving up the ten seconds it took to push down my jeans. Pulling out my stiff and leaking cock, it was an easy thing to lower myself at my knees and push the leading knob through her very wet labia, going in from the rear and exiting the front. Grabbing my pole, I kept pressure within her slit as I pulled back and pushed forward, doing that a dozen or so times, like a dry fuck, but embedded within Lucy’s thick and juicy pussy lips.

Then back a little further, feeling out the tight little entrance to Lucy’s tunnel of love, and pushing harder, forcing the fat leading tip of my cock through the minimal resistance and popping inside of her. We both gave out a groan of satisfaction as that happened, and Lucy showed a clear sign of her willingness by pushing her ass back, embedding another inch of my throbbing pole inside of her.

With two hands holding her bobbing tits, I began a simple back and forth fuck of Lucy from behind. It had only been a few minutes, yet Lucy’s slit and all the length of her twat was wet, steaming hot and dripping with her anticipation. We were both in need, but I focused on going slow, keeping my thrusts slow but insistent. Back, almost slipping out from the tight gate that protected the girl’s wet tunnel, but then further up, slowly making my way into Lucy’s incredible depths.

The joyful feeling of pushing my ball sac tight into her tight round ass sent incredible jolts of pleasure to my brain. I ground myself into Lucy, enjoying the sense of being all the way inside of a girl, inside of a gorgeous sex starved slut, and knowing I was the one man she needed to quench her needs. It was a real ego boost, and I made sure I didn’t ruin it with a quick and selfish fuck and cum.

After a few minutes of simple fucking, being careful not to excite myself into an instant orgasm, I looked around and saw a more comfortable place to continue. To my great disbelief, I pulled back, pulling all the way out of Lucy, which even led to a groan of dissatisfaction from her. I bent down and picked her up, cradling her in my arms and leaning in to give her nearest nipple and long suck as I slowly moved over to the edge of the sofa in her adjoining family room.

Slowly because my jeans were still down around my calves, but as I set Lucy down, arranging her to kneel on the rug and bending her over the armrest of the sofa, I took a minute to get rid of some clothing. First, I pulled off her shorts, then stood just long enough to toss my jeans to the side. She took those long few seconds to raise herself up and look back at me, stretching a hand out to grasp my throbbing cock. It was literally throbbing, following my elevated heartbeat, and I used this moment to put a hand on her thick head of tousled hair and pushed my cock toward her face. She knew what to do, pulling the rod down, opening her mouth wide, and sticking her tongue out to welcome me into her mouth.

I kept it shallow, slowly fucking Lucy’s mouth, not trying to push in deep, just enjoying the wonderful suck and swallow technique she must have mastered with her boyfriend. I enjoyed the thought that she was sucking down a lot of my pre-cum but also a good amount of her own personal juices that I’d pulled out from within her twat. She didn’t seem to mind, tonguing my cock, cleaning me off as though our shared juices were nectar.

When she began alternating her sucking with some hand movements, essentially jacking me off, I pulled back. I loved the idea of shooting a load into Lucy’s mouth and forcing her to swallow it all, but more than anything I wanted to fuck the girl. I wanted to impale her, plough her pussy, flood her with a full load of semen, and know that the next day Lucy would be walking around school with tens of millions of my sperm swimming around inside of her. That’s why I pulled back, settled in behind where she kneeled by the couch, and again pushed my throbbing dick through the length of her slit. Only a few times, my need being to impale Lucy, fill her with my hot needy lust, and give her a long hard fuck that would reward us both with all the wonders sex has to offer.

It only took a minute to slip deep inside of Lucy. Slow at first, simply enjoying the initial entrance inside of the girl. Both of us groaned when the leading hood of my dick levered her hole open. I almost lost it right then, wanting to just shove it in deep and hose her insides with a gallon of jism. Instead I counted to ten and slowly worked my way inside of her. Warm to steaming hot, the liquids oozing out of her hole as I pushed deeper into her.

As I began pounding into her, pulling back only halfway before slapping my balls into her ass, I was happy to lose myself in the simple pleasures of a long, wet, and noisy fuck. Being able to look down and see my length pull back before disappearing again inside of the girl, of seeing Lucy’s sweat-covered face panting for air, her tits bouncing with the violence of our union actually filled me with a sense of peace. I knew this was a good thing, something everybody should be doing on a daily basis, and I silently promised myself that I wouldn’t be waiting a full week to do this with Lucy again.

Lucy seemed as into the fuck as I was. After a few minutes of simple fucking, she looked back, her eyes glazed over, but also reaching back to touch my side. I didn’t know what she meant to say or convey, so I simply did what I wanted to do. I bent down, pausing in our shared sexual union, giving Lucy another long kiss from behind, but also making sure her sweater was pulled up tight, above her tits and tight into her neck. Then I rose up and pulled back on her sleeves, stretching them out tight and tying them in a simple knot. It was a crude means of trapping her arms behind her back, for no other reason than that I felt some sexual satisfaction from it.

I started up the fuck again, taking a minute to remove my shirt but never stopping with the incessant in and out that gave me so much pleasure. That’s when the real fuck began. I leaned over Lucy, pressing her into the armrest of the sofa, one hand feeling out her breasts, my other hand down low to diddle her clit, and began a hard fuck that crushed her into the sofa and crushed my balls into her ass. After a few minutes of that, I pulled back, pulling the hood of my shaft almost all the way out of her hole, then pushing in a few inches before pulling back. A wonderful shallow fuck that had Lucy’s vaginal gates massaging and sucking on the most sensitive part of my dick.

It would have been easy to keep that up and blow my load in a matter of minutes, but Lucy was already close to her own climax. She began fucking me back, jerking her ass forward and back while giving out a series of moans. Then she completely lost it, forcing her ass fully back onto my cock, impaling herself on me while letting loose with some loud but short screams. Her convulsion racked her entire body, causing her torso to roll back and forth, but also within, her vaginal walls contracting enough to almost make me lose it. Such a thing had happened a few times with other girls, but I wasn’t experienced enough to know how special this was. Now I know a man doesn’t lightly let go of a woman whose twat can contract and suck him dry. At the time, and all the following times, I just accepted the orgasm and the girl’s lusty little snatch as what I deserved for a job well done.

I didn’t let up, continuing with the fuck and my fingers never letting up on playing with her nipples. From past experience with the other girls I’ve mentioned, I knew to ease up on my play with her clit. As Lucy quieted, her body shivering a few times before relaxing into the sofa with a loud groan, I leaned down to give her neck and face a dozen light kisses.

While resting on her sweat-soaked body, her arms still trapped behind her, I finally became aware of some liquid dribbling down my lower thigh to the rug. It certainly wasn’t me, and I had a self-satisfied awareness that I’d caused the hottest looking slut at school to orgasm and squirt the rug in her own house. Pulling my hips back, pulling my balls back from where they were pushed into her backsides, I leaned in to kiss the back of Lucy’s neck, and slowly stood up.

This left Lucy at an angle, attached to me, crotch to crotch, as I held her legs up, hands under her knees, and her face buried in the couch. Pulling her knees and thighs wide, I started up again, pulling her legs and ass back as I pounded into her. We both gave off short grunts with each thrust, but I didn’t last long. I finally gave in, my arms tired and my balls threatening revolution if I didn’t let them flood the hot little pussy my cock was buried in. I pulled Lucy off the couch, stretching her face down on the rug and covered her naked body with my own. I lay my entire frame on her back, hands up to hold and protect her tits, before started up a last few dozen thrusts into her backsides.

I allowed the orgasm to completely take me over. No holding back, no worry that Lucy hadn’t gotten her share. I just fucked her sweaty ass, pounding into the hot wet pussy beneath me and allowing the roiling wave of pleasure to take me over. There was a certain burning pain, the tip of my cock seeming to be unwilling to release the accumulated seed that filled my balls, but then there was release and joy as I felt jet after jet of my cum fill the girl trapped underneath me. The fuck never stopped of course, but as the spurts of semen laced cream eased up, so did the energy of my thrusts into Lucy.

As my climax mellowed, my release easing to but a trickle inside of Lucy, I laid myself down on her back and kissed her cheek. She showed her own awareness, turning her head far back and allowing me to suck in her lips, kissing her deep but gently. That was a wonderful couple of minutes, all the violence of the fuck over, knowing we were both sated and sexually satisfied, and with me having just creamed the most beautiful girl in school. To say that I was happy would be the understatement of the year.

“Untie me. It’s uncomfortable.”

That statement woke me up from the bliss my mind was floating in. I slowly moved back, letting out a sigh of contentment as my half-hard cock pulled from where it had been resting inside of Lucy. It was easy to undo the knotted sweater, and as I helped her pull it off, I also rolled her over so that I could view her entire naked body.

Her face was beautiful, easily one of the most beautiful girls at school. High cheek bones but with a bit of a dimple when she smiled. Her brown skin was alluring when framed by her long black hair, and I couldn’t resist laying down on her, careful not to crush her body as I gave her another kiss. She returned it, but then she said one of the most wonderful things a girl could ever say to a man.

“My breasts. Kiss my breasts.”

I did more than that. I made love to them, oral love, with my tongue and lips and teeth playing with each tit, sucking and licking and giving light playful bites to each nipple. While my mouth devoted itself to bringing moans of pleasure from Lucy, my hand moved low to again feel out her clit and turn those moans into screams of joy. Her slit was hot, filled with a river of our accumulated cum, and after a moment Lucy’s hips began moving up and down, begging my fingers to continue their work between her legs. That got me so worked up that I rolled onto Lucy, pushing her knees out with my own, and readied my re-energized cock to push back inside of her.

She seemed ready, but then gasped out in a whisper, “Not here. On the bed.”

I got it. It took only a minute to lift her up and carry her down the hall and into her bedroom. It took all of two seconds to lay her down, move between her outstretched legs, and push myself inside of her. There was no hesitation this time, Lucy’s pussy seeming to suck my dick in, the muscles of her vagina pulling me up as her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her hips began bouncing into the bed.

It was a natural thing to get into the rhythm of the bounce, though it was a little tricky with Lucy fucking me at the same time I was fucking her. Her legs raised and lowered, sometimes pushing her hips into me, sometimes her feet patting if not pounding down on my ass and lower back. Yet somehow we developed a rhythm where we would bounce into each other, my cock being shoved balls deep inside of the girl, and our moans of satisfaction filling the room.

For the first few minutes I just enjoyed the fuck, my chin locked just above Lucy’s head as we merged with one another in the most wonderful fuck of my life. Then I pushed my hands down, grasping each of her ass cheeks, put a little more weight into my elbows and thrust inside of her just a little harder. Lucy seemed to enjoy that, and after a few more minutes of mindless but joy filled fucking, I reached over for a pillow and carefully pulled it under her lower back and ass.

That did the trick. With her crotch angled further up, my grinding thrusts into Lucy seemed to give her just that added stimulation to turn her moans into short grunts, each matched with a thrust up of her hips. I pulled up on her ass and ploughed deep inside Lucy’s wet furrow, enjoying the feel of her minimal fur as my crotch and balls pressed into her open legs. Its easy to say, but it took some real concentration to maintain our rhythm, making sure my downward thrust perfectly met Lucy’s upward bounce, but somehow we quickly merged together as one.

Lucy reached her own climax first, and it was easy to tell. As before, her increasingly loud moans of pleasure were joined by her legs rising up, knees out wide before her feet pounded onto my lower back. Then a few high pitched shrieks, followed by Lucy hugging me, arms tight around my back, her legs pulling in my hips as she released a long low groan. She held me so tight I couldn’t move, couldn’t continue the wonderful deep fuck of her noisy wet twat, but that didn’t matter.

As she reached her high, Lucy’s orgasm again caused her body to convulse and shiver, and for her pussy to contact and pull on my cock so hard I thought she’d pull my balls inside of her. The contractions literally sucked me into reaching my own orgasm, and as Lucy was coming down from her wild release, I finished with a dozen hard balls-deep thrust into the girl. Then a wave of intense pleasure took me over, and as I ground my crotch into her, my balls pulsed out a good dozen jets of cum inside of Lucy.

The mere act of filling Lucy with a week’s worth of accumulated semen both turned me on and exhausted me. I finally collapsed onto Lucy’s naked body, enjoying the feel of her sweaty flesh under my chest, her tits pressing into me, but mostly the feel of my cock dribbling out the last of my seed, her hot little snatch experiencing minor contractions, seeming to be sucking the last of my life essence out of me. It was wonderful.

It took a long minute before I could catch my breath and pull back, maintaining my place inside of her while arranging myself to give Lucy a series of kisses. For all the joy of fucking I’d done with other girls, this was the best sex I’d ever had. And it was wonderful for Lucy to kiss me back, to grind her hips into mine, and give out a long moaning “Yummmm” as we finished our last kiss.

I didn’t want it to end, and began moving down her body, kissing and licking up the pools of sweat our bodies had shared. I of course spent a long time playing my lips and tongue around her nipples, happy to devote long minutes to making oral love to each of her perfect mounds. But then I finally relaxed, exhausted, with my head resting on Lucy’s stomach.

That made for a wonderful minute, but when I raised my body up off of Lucy, she rolled over onto her chest, pulling a small pillow from the pile at the head of her bed and closing her eyes. It looked as though she could be sleeping, but for the smile on her face and the back and forth movement of her ass.