Chapter 17

Every other night I seemed to wake up in the night with a memory of my last moments with Kim. I’d fucked and filled her with a large load of my very special brand of cream only minutes before her fiancé had pulled up in front of Lucy’s house. I’d whispered to Kim that I loved her and wanted her to stay, but she went, into the arms of another man, even as my cum was dripping down her thighs and onto the seat of his car.

Lucy had let me know later that Kim hadn’t ever allowed her boyfriend to go wild inside of her, the girl limiting him to blowjobs and only the occasional foray into her vaginal depths while protected by two layers of silicone. Turned out that, much against Kim’s wishes, I had been the first guy to ever pour a hundred million sperm into her sweet and very fuckable snatch.

But she was gone, turning her back on my declaration of love and driving off to be with some guy she had no reason to be tied to. It was good that I still had Lucy to turn to, and I seriously enjoyed those last couple of months. Sure, for the sex, but even more for Lucy opening up some and acting like I was more than just a guy she kept around for fun. We began connecting like real friends with great benefits. She even let me meet her parents when I dropped by to take her to some school activity. I came to really like Lucy, maybe could even have forgotten about Kim if Lucy had realized what a great couple we made, but even she finally rounded on me and disappeared.

It was hard to go solo in the bathroom after I’d just enjoyed six months of weekly sexual debauchery with Lucy. I’d even dropped soccer to make sure I had both energy and time to spend with and inside of her. Then she acted like I was public enemy number one and wouldn’t even bother scowling at me in the hallway.

Girls. I just couldn’t figure them out, but no way I could live life without them.

That’s why early in the spring I’d started looking around for a more public girl to show my affections to. Partly for sex, of course, but also because I was seriously feeling lonely. Lots of friends, but nobody I could turn to and whisper secrets with. With graduation looming close, I guess I was realizing I was soon going to be totally on my own and it was scary.

So, time to be less of a jerk and show my better side to some of the single girls that still surrounded me at school. A few girls had shown interest. One, Mindy, even asked if I might drop by some afternoons to help her with her pre-calc. She was pretty brunette, a little flirty, and I began investing a little time in seeing her. It was a slow thing, Mindy’s mother always home, but I promised myself to stick to the long game.

It was a real surprise when Lucy gave me another couple weeks of her time in late April. Even with Mindy becoming a possible girlfriend I felt no guilt at giving Lucy every inch of my body and every minute of my spare time. Sex with Lucy and her four legged lover was never something I would turn away from. I pushed aside any thoughts of what an asshole I was being to Mindy, the nice girl I was pretending to be exclusive with.

Thing was, Mindy was even reluctant to show me her chest or allow me to do more than suck on her very fine tits for more than five minutes in a week. She wanted to go slow. Fine. The more I fucked Lucy into the ground one week, the less pressure there’d be for Mindy to put out for me and ease the pressure in my balls. In my mind I was being a good future-boyfriend to Mindy.

Then came early May, when Lucy fully turned on me. Not because I held her legs wide for Fortis or made her blow me while I had a dildo up her ass. Not that I know of. She just stopped having a good word to say, and even when I sat on the porch and tried to talk through the screen door about how much she meant to me, she threw out some line about me just being another bullshitting boy and slammed the door.

The one time she bothered to speak more than two words with me, and this was shortly before graduation, was when I asked about Kim. I figured that if Lucy was going to ignore me, it would be nice to get in touch with Kim. Sure, I knew she had a fiancé and everything, but a boy can dream, right? Even with Mindy and a couple other girls on the side, I was still fantasizing about my time with Kim over Christmas. I’d brought Kim up every couple of weeks but Lucy just told me to forget it. Then I really pushed for Kim’s phone number and address and stuff, and that’s when Lucy went all batshit crazy on me.

“Kim? Don’t even think of it dip wad. You try even texting her and I’ll call the football team down on you.”

“How can I call or text her? You won’t give me her number? What’s up with you, Lucy? What’d I do wrong?”

“Shit. Nothing, but no way I’m going to apologize. Just leave it all alone, will you? Just leave me alone.”

And that was it. Scowls and silence and then she was gone to join her military boyfriend. It hurt me more than I could say. We’d been so close, been through so much, and then nothing but shit.

With Lucy leaving a hard lump in my head and my stomach, I decided to cut my losses and focus on the one girl who really counted, Mindy. Cute, funny, just my type, but unwilling to let me have more than just a peek and a suck on those perfect little tits of hers. Frustrating, but I chose to focus on the far future and promised to be true to her.

Until, of course, a chance run-in with another classmate showed the world what a heel I really was.

Just two weeks before the end of the semester, the promise of gradation on the near horizon, all students were both ramping up for final exams and reports while at the same time preparing to kick back and enjoy a little freedom. It was a nice warm Saturday afternoon, and I’d somehow wound-up riding shotgun in my friend Jordan’s old pickup truck.

Yeah, that pickup truck, the one I’d picked Annie up with almost a year before.

Anyway, Jodan had a party to make a special delivery to later in the evening, but our afternoon was free and we somehow wound up at a local fast food place for an early dinner. Not one of those chain stores, but a real locally owned burger joint with outside waitresses and everything.

We sat at one of the outside tables, and walking up to wait on us was one of my classmates, Joyce. She was actually a year under me, but her body looked like she was much older. On top of that, she was friendly, always with a smile, and without the holier-than-thou attitude of some girls who felt they were too hot for any guy without money and a cool car. She was smart enough to be in my math class, which is saying a lot, and yet was also part of the cheer squad.

This night, she was wearing her cheerleader outfit. A little odd since all the games and activities had pretty much ended, and I had to bring this up.

“Joyce. Hi. Didn’t know you worked here.”

“Louis! Hey. Don’t remember seeing you here before. Me? Yeah, you know, just for some spending money. Mostly from tips, if you get what I mean, so be nice, okay?”

“Hey, for sure. But why the cheerleader outfit? Nothing happening at school, is there?”

“No. Manager likes me to wear it. Says it brings in customers and other kids. I think mostly he just wants me to show off my legs.”

I laughed and agreed, throwing out an easy line about how her long legs did rank in the top ten at school, adding, “Aren’t Saturday nights for dates and stuff? When do you have any fun?”

“You know, summer’s coming up. Long days with nothing. Going to Florida with my family. My dad’s brother lives there, near Orlando. How about you?”

“Florida? No way. Staying here, and tonight it’s just Jordan and me. Hanging out. Don’t you have a boyfriend? Timothy, right? All the guys are bummed because you’re out of circulation.”

“Stop it,” Joyce said, though with a smile. “We were, but he was getting weird, and we were never in the same classes. He was getting way too serious, so we just kind of stopped seeing each other.”

“Makes me happy,” I said in a joking manner. “So, if I somehow wind up bumping into you at Disney World, you’d ride the rollercoaster with me?”

Jordan hid his laugh, and halfway through her answer, Joyce caught on.

“Sure. I mean, are you going to be at Disney too?”

That’s when her eyes narrowed and she threw a playful fist against my back. “Wait, you jerk. What did you just say? That’s so crude. Not the worst way to make reference to sex I guess. No worse than our teachers.”

Another girl might have rolled her eyes and walked off, but Joyce looked around, saw how few customers there were, and sat down next to us. She only knew Jordan from passing him in the hallway, but for the next five minutes we talked about everything from where her parents worked to her gymnastics lessons and cheerleading. I was more than happy to keep my knee pressed against her largely naked leg, and I got a real boost when she put her hand on my shoulder when her boss yelled at her to pick up an order.

As Joyce’s most beautiful legs and ass walked away from us, her blond hair swaying with her hips, Jordan looked at me and said, “You know, I think she likes you. You should definitely be planning on a trip to Florida this summer.”

Any other boy would have agreed, perhaps laying out a long range plan, with dates and parties and the hoped for visit to Joyce’s bedroom just about the time Labor Day rolled around. The girl was definitely worth waiting for, slowly grooming her to become my first choice for after-work get togethers when my balls were too full for comfort. Joyce was worth it.

At the time I was still hoping Mindy would be giving me greater access to her body once summer came along, but thoughts of her were pushed aside and the feel of Joyce’s thigh took me over. Given that I’d already had to go more than a month since Lucy had allowed me to fuck and fill her insatiable twat, I was in desperate need. All I wanted right then was some girl, any girl, to open her legs and beg for me to pump a quart of my finest cream deep within her loins. I desperately needed to have sex, and at that moment Joyce was the one girl most likely to be able to cool my sexual heat.

“Hey. You still sell those brownies, right? How many do you have?”

“Five. All promised to that party we’re dropping by around eight. What’s on your mind?”

“How much? Fifteen, right?”

“Well, for you. Twenty for them.” He glanced toward where Joyce was helping another table of customers. “I know what you’re thinking. You really want to go in that direction? I’m okay with it if you are.”

I didn’t answer him. Rather than verbally commit myself to hell, I took it on myself to go to Jordan’s truck, search through an attached pocket on the back of the passenger seat and pull out a cellophane wrapped brown goodie. A magic brownie, small but powerful, so Jordan always promised. It was the same type of brownie that I’d used to loosen up my girlfriend of almost a year before. I hadn’t had a great experience then, and I thought of how Mindy didn’t deserve to be shoved to the side like this, but given how very fine looking Joyce was, and how very hard my cock was at the moment, the devil in me took over.

When Joyce returned with our order, I offered her a fry and then pushed the brownie to the edge of the wooden table. “I guess you get enough of this deep-fried stuff. Here’s something sweet, and I doubt it has any more calories than a small coke.

I was afraid she’d push it back and talk about diet or, worse, accuse me of trying to drug her, but Joyce picked it up and said, “Wow. Thanks. A brownie? Haven’t had one in ages. Mom’s on a health kick, can you believe it? With me working here?” She tucked it into her apron and talked with us a bit before turning and walking toward the side entrance to the kitchen.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened. Ten steps away from Jordan and me, her back still to us, Joyce stopped and bent down to pick something off the cement floor. Maybe a quarter, maybe a cigarette butt. Doesn’t matter. When she bent down, she didn’t bend her knees. Totally at the waist, bending down, knees locked, she bent over and allowed her short cheerleader skirt to rise up and uncover her ass.

The girl’s bare buttocks were white, radiant in the early evening twilight, and completely open for Jordan and me to view. She was down a full couple of seconds, allowing us what seemed an eternity to inspect and approve of Joyce’s feminine qualities. Most noticeable were her skimpy panties, pulled tight into her ass crack and even pulled tight within her very noticeable labia, fat and hanging like lightly furred fruit from beneath her tight rear cheeks. It was a perfect view of the girl’s most intimate region, and it was pretty obvious that she’d arranged herself and mooned us just for our viewing pleasure.

Then Joyce was up and walking away, but as she opened the door to the kitchen, she gave us a glance and threw out a laugh. Good reason for her laugh. My mouth was hanging open and Jordan was coughing, Joyce’s stunt causing him to snort half his soda, the remains dripping down his chin and soaking his burger.

“Okay,” Jordan stuttered, wiping his face with a paper napkin. “I’m in. No charge for the brownie. What’s your plan?”

No plan other than winging it. I had thought we could pull Joyce away from work, maybe take her to the party Jordan was supposed to supply those brownies to and somehow find a back bedroom for Joyce and me to enjoy a little quiet time. Jordan closed that down pretty fast. The brownies were for a small group of kids who needed to enjoy the evening with a parent in an adjoining room. No way some adult would allow some strange kids to take over a bedroom for any amount of time. And of course Jordan wanted in on the fun. That didn’t make me happy, but it was his dope and truck, so I couldn’t really shut him out.

As we finished our food, I walked up to pay, motioning for Joyce to come out and talk. Things had picked up but she seemed happy to come over and talk some more.

“You guys done? Enough grease for you? Don’t blame me if your face is covered with zits on Monday. That’s why I stay away from this stuff. Except the fries.”

“Yeah. The fries were the best. And with a bunch of pepper on the ketchup.”

“Exactly!” Joyce smiled at me, a big smile with sparkling eyes, her chest bobbing as she rose up and down on her toes.

“Nice show you put on.” Jordan’s voice broke through, reminding me of his presence and forcing Joyce to publicly admit to mooning us just a short while before. I worried that Joyce would try to hide from her antics, but she seemed fine with admitting to her deed.

“Oh, that.” She leaned into me, bumping my arm with her shoulder and pretending to be embarrassed by covering her face with one hand. “I really don’t do stuff like that, but I figured you’d take it in the right way. It gets so boring out here sometimes. Either old farts or dumb kids. Nice to see a friendly face.”

We smiled back at her, promised not to spread any rumors around school, and finally got to what we really wanted to know.

“What time do you get off? You have a ride?”

“Oh, normally Betty at the front counter gives me a ride.”

“Well, as long as you’re taken care of. But we’re dropping by this way toward nine. If you want, tag along with us. It’ll be easy to drop you off.”

And just like that Joyce had agreed to maybe cut work a little early and allow us to drive her home. When I asked about the brownie, she pulled it out and said she’d finish it off when she had a break. Fries, brownie, and a soda. A growing girl’s favorite meal.

The party was pretty lame, much like all parties when parents are hanging around to keep an eye on things. The best gatherings were always down by the river, swimming in the day or with a well-concealed fire at night. I’d just introduced Mindy to a late-night beer-infused get together a few weeks before. She wasn’t into the rowdy nature of the crowd, but walking off on our own she was open to having me explore every part of her body, inside and out. Sitting on a log, Mindy straddling my lap, one hand on her ass and another feeling her tits while she experimented with what she claimed was her first hand job.

It was certainly better than just a kiss and feel of her tits, but as she wiped the gunk off her hands with some napkins, I felt like the whole thing was incomplete. Comparing it to blowing my load down Alyssa’s throat or flooding Lucy’s unquenchable twat with a hot load of viscous cream made Mindy’s five-minute exercise in masturbation seem empty. In all we walked off, did the deed, and came back within fifteen minutes. Sure, my balls were lighter, but while Mindy thought it was both intimate and dirty, I wanted more, like another two hours rolling around on a bed. I hoped for more, lots more, and every day, but Mindy seemed to think that was enough for the month.

I was thinking of that, of how nice it had been to be with Mindy, and a second later I had no problem thinking of what I was hoping I’d be doing with Joyce. Mindy was fine, a pretty girl whom, in an older friend’s words, I could “groom and turn into my regular,” always there for when I needed some release. In that, I totally agreed with him, thinking that having Mindy as my girlfriend and maybe developing a relationship with Joyce on the side would make it the perfect life for a young man like me. All I had to do is get Mindy to agree to opening her legs for me every morning and every night. That wasn’t going to happen soon, so thank the gods for girls like Joyce.

Stupid, I know, but at the time, in the middle of the fantasy, it all seemed perfectly reasonable. Condemn me if you want, but for all her wonderful qualities, Mindy really didn’t understand a boy’s need for sex. Sure, maybe she’d loosen up a little, maybe grow horny as she grew older, but that kind of slow moving train really made Joyce seem like a piece juicy heaven-sent twat.

Anyway, Jordan and I finally made it to the party, stayed for all of five minutes, and then back on the road. The kids argued about there being only four brownies, but Jordan assured them of the high quality of the snacks, saying they’d be wise to limit themselves to only half per person. In the end, Jordan got his money and even a request for more the following week-end. After leaving the party, I pulled out a small bottle of Irish Cream, holding it up for Jordan to see as he drove us back toward town.

“Where’d that come from? You didn’t...”

“Oh, yeah,” I replied, not a bit of guilt in my voice. “It was right there in the kitchen cabinet. I bet the parents have a drop in their coffee every morning.”

“Exactly. They’ll know someone took it.”

“But not us. Or at least the others will be questioned before our names ever come up. We were only there five minutes, but when I got some water and saw it in the back of the cabinet, I immediately knew how we could use it. Besides, it was easy to slip into my pants. Almost full, too. Trust me. You want a piece of Joyce? This’ll guarantee you a full meal.”

The creepy nature of what I was openly alluding to never slapped me in the face, and my two-timing Mindy didn’t bother me either. Jordan shrugged, smiled, and fully accepted his part in the deed. Just two horny boys, doing what had to be done to wrap up the night with our balls empty and a story to tell of a glazed-eyed girl full to bursting with our quart of semen dripping down her legs.

We drove around a bit, walking around a multi-plex where lots of our classmates tended to hang out, but then finally made it back to Joyce’s drive-in.

There were only two other people seated outside, an old couple finishing off their meal, so Jordan and I took a seat at an empty table and waited for Joyce to notice us. She came out two minutes later, slowly walking over to where the couple had left their refuse. She spent a long time cleaning up the table, but when Joyce turned around she saw us and walked over.

“Hey you. Louis. That was some brownie. Made me mellow as shit. Lucky there aren’t many customers tonight. You know, right now.”

Joyce’s eyes were as big as dinner plates, her mouth slightly open but attempting a smile, and as she reached my side she leaned on me, giving off a giggle.

“Glad you liked it,” I said. “But, maybe if it was too much for you, we should do the driving. Will your boss let you go early?”

Joyce looked around, seeming to ignore the hand I’d put on the top curve of her ass. “Sure. Why not. Nobody here. Let me take out the trash and I’ll be right back.”

Jordan and I helped with that last chore, and within five minutes I’d helped her into the front seat with me and we were rolling down a side road toward a park Jordan and I both knew.

Joyce was smiling, humming to herself, her big blue-green eyes looking into the distance. I brought her back to reality.

“Hey, look at what we’ve got!”

I pulled out the bottle of Baileys and Joyce immediately reached out her hand. “Wow. Haven’t had any of this in a long time.” Without another word she opened the top and took a long swig.

“Yum. Boy was my throat dry.”

With a hidden smile I took a swallow of my own and passed the bottle back to her. I knew from past experience that Bailey’s was absolutely a go-to item if a boy wanted to impress a girl. It was a creamy liqueur that made whiskey palatable for even the most novice of drinkers. It hadn’t ever gotten me very far with girls, but even Mindy enjoyed the taste.

Jordan took a swig, then returning the bottle to Joyce. Not until the bottle was near empty did she notice we were pulling into the parking lot of a dark and very empty neighborhood park.

“Why are we here? Oh. I never told you where I live. It’s like, blocks from here. I used to come here when I was a kid.”

“Yeah, I figured,” I lied. “Just thought it would be nice to hang out for a while. Do you really want to go straight home?”

“No. Just my mother nagging me.” She looked through the darkness into the park, then said, “Hey. Let’s swing on the swings.”

I looked over Joyce’s head at Jordan. He smiled and shrugged, saying, “Sure. I’ve got a blanket in the back.”

Helping Joyce out of the cab, she leaned into my body, seeming too unstable to walk. “You sure you can swing, Joyce?”

“Yeah. Or no. The stars are so bright. But you feel good. Nice and warm.”

I took this as an invitation and leaned down to kiss her. Joyce stepped back, putting one foot up on the truck’s step, but she also put her arms around my head and returned my kiss. And it was a long, deep kiss. Joyce kissed me like she was hungry for me, starving for affection, or maybe just horny beyond all my hopes and desires. I pulled her in, one hand on her lower back, the other reaching down to feel her ass, and I almost gave out a gasp when I realized Joyce had lost her panties. Nothing there, just bare skin, and when my fingers moved to her front, down between her thighs, I felt the soft fur and thick lips of her most forbidden region.

My unwarranted search between Joyce’s legs didn’t seem to phase her, even when my fingers slipped between her labia and deep into her very moist slit. With my fingers easily finding her clit, Joyce moaned and opened her knee even wider. The only break in our kissing occurring when we had to come up for air. I would have probably lifted her up and settled her down on my raging boner if Jordan hadn’t walked up and interrupted us.

“Hey you two. Something more comfortable over here.”

Joyce and I reluctantly separated, and I led her by the hand over to the darkest part of the park where Jordan had laid down an old quilt. Joyce collapsed onto her back and Jordan and I happily spread out on either side. She said something about the tree were under, but I was focused on kissing her neck while Jordan nibbled on Joyce’s ear. We took an entire minute giving Joyce small delicate kisses, but both of us had our hands down to feel out her upper thighs, and of course our lips and tongues were slowly working their way down toward the twin mounds of joy that pointed up to the sky.

Her panties may have gotten lost back at the drive-in, but Joyce still had a bra and top protecting her breasts. I was worried that the work it would take to uncover her tits would alert her to our ill intent. Her dress was a kind of one-piece, something a cheerleader could throw on and zip up pretty quickly. That made it difficult for Jordan and me to uncover and suck in her tits, and as we fumbled for a way to lift her dress up, or perhaps pull her dress down from her neck, she seemed to come out of her stupor.

As Jordan tried to bite his way through the fabric, Joyce rolled my way, saying, “Hey. Maybe we’re going a little too fast Louis.” I stopped her with a kiss, one hand pulling her close while Jordan found the zipper on her back and opened her up for further predation.

“You kiss really good,” is all she said, and when I rolled her onto her back, it was a simple thing to fold down the front of her dress and reveal her bra. Two seconds later and Jordan and I were both feasting on her beautiful breasts. Joyce gave out a gasp, mumbling something about needing to wait and rolling back and forth as though trying to escape, but only a minute into our oral labors Joyce seemed to give up. A minute in and she was giving out low moans, one hand on my head, another hand on Jordan’s.

Of course one of my hands was down between Joyce’s legs, trying to give some attention to her clit and feeling out how ready she was for the main event. I like to think that my long experience at properly fingering a girl and even a woman all the way to a climax helped in keeping Joyce from thinking about what Jordan and I really wanted to do to her. Hell, she knew. Two guys, sucking on her tits, my fingers and thumb making themselves at home between her open thighs. She knew, and boy did she give it up to us.

For a short while she seemed to welcome everything we could do to her, two men giving her all of their attention. I went a little too far with my fingers, pushing through the flood of secretions that filled her deep valley of feminine flesh and slipping past her vaginal opening. That caught her attention, reminding her of just what kind of men she had given herself up to. Joyce attempted to sit up, gasping out a “No. Wait,” but by that time it was too late.

As Joyce sat up, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. I rolled back, pulling her away from Jordan and on top of me. Her naked tits pushed into my chest, and for a moment her concerns were forgotten with another kiss. Joyce pretended to forget, but as my hands roamed down, feeling between her thighs, one hand pulling one of her knees wide, she seemed to come back to her senses and tried to break free of my embrace. A hand on her back held her close, my other hand arranging myself, and I saw her eyes fly wide as I began rubbing the tip of my cock within her very wet and engorged lower lips.

Joyce began to say something. “Louis. Louis, wait...” but I’d found the object of my desire, and with a simple push down on Joyce’s firm round ass and a simple thrust up with my hips, the first couple of inches of my cock slipped right into her. For a second she tightened, her eyes looking out into the darkness of the park, releasing a loud groan and then leaning her head down onto my chest. For a moment I thought Joyce had come to accept her fate, her thighs widening, her ass settling onto my hips and sucking up another inch of my cock. Another groan came from Joyce when I pushed up with my hips. Then she inexplicably tried to crawl up my torso, but I had a pretty firm hold, preventing Joyce from dislodging herself from the hard length of flesh I’d pushed into her.

Without going any further into her, I began gently bucking up and pulling back, almost pulling the thick tip of my cock out of her surprisingly tight hole before pushing back in. I did that a few dozen times, the noisy wet sounds of the fuck seeming to fill the dark corners of the park. Joyce continued to try pulling away from me, but I held her tight to my chest until she finally shuddered and collapsed with a loud groan. As her body relaxed, I took advantage and used my hands to pull her thighs wide, then pushing my cock deeper inside of her. With every thrust up, Joyce began grunting, her hips getting into the fuck and pushing back as though trying to suck my balls up with the entire length of my raging cock.

That should have been where I really gave the girl some pleasure, but after only a few more minutes of shallow pumping into Joyce’s hot wet twat, the head of my cock seemed to flare up. I tried to slow the fuck, to put off the inevitable, but Joyce kept it going, fucking that top half of my cock as though it was a dildo attached to her bedroom wall. An almost painful heat took me over, preceding a sudden release of the contents of my balls inside of her. I was so surprised by my sudden orgasm I didn’t say anything, just holding Joyce in my arms, trapping her while I layered her pussy with a good dozen jets of jism.

I was embarrassed by my early release. She sure knew I’d poured a full load into the middle of her loins, giving off a couple of high pitched if muffled shrieks, biting my shoulder as my flood of warm semen filled her. I tried to make up for my sudden release by pulling Joyce into a kiss, whispering out how beautiful she was and asking what more she wanted. Her face was covered in perspiration, and I’m not sure she heard a word I was saying as she gasped for breath. My own selfish mind was hoping I didn’t soften too much, thinking that if I could just keep up some movement inside of her, I’d harden again and really fuck her right.