Chapter 21

Life went on and work got better, changing from grunt stuff at a parts warehouse to half-time but with benefits with a car parts retail chain. Not my lifelong dream and my paycheck didn’t really improve, but it fit a long range plan. I had dreams, made plans, but at the end of the day I was still more focused on whether or not I had an upcoming date with a girl who’d be willing to do something in return for me spending my hard earned money on her.

The middle of summer was pretty dry. My girlfriend was mostly gone and unconcerned with my needs while other girls and illicit possibilities remained distant. That thing with Karen and Ellen at Don’s place was the most fun event of note during a long month of emptiness. No way I could call that thing with Brenda fun. Sure, great to bury my cock in new pussy, hot and lush, the girl obviously in need of a good fuck, but the resulting discovery by her friends only led to a life lesson I hope never to repeat.

Mindy finally returned home. Mindy. My girlfriend. Remember her? Sorry for the sarcasm, but after giving me two days to see and kiss and hold her close, she ran off to join some friends she’d made at that youth camp she’d gone to. No, not to be with other guys with access to what she’d largely hidden from me. It seemed that the camp she’d just returned from had a religious theme and she’d been struck by a whole host of holiness my demonic self couldn’t compete with. She didn’t totally write me off, allowing me all of two minutes kissing her two very sexy tits, but then she closed up and called it a day. That’s when she said she was taking off again and that we’d have to re-evaluate our relationship once she returned. Yep. Life sucked and in a bad way.

So its understandable that I would grasp at any possible escape from the emptiness I’d found myself trapped within. Another girl, a different job with more money, or possibly a cheap place to live outside of my parent’s controlling gaze. Don wasn’t interested in a roommate and my part-time employer wasn’t considering more hours and pay, so no change there. Joyce still hadn’t returned, Jasmine failed to answer my texts, and Kendra was nice but unwilling to describe her ongoing trysts with Adrian or Jasmine or whomever else she was spending all of her spare time with. Damn.

It was also during this period of lone desperation that I tried remaking myself. Not so much inwardly as in outward appearance. I figured that I was out of high school and working and certainly had more experience between the legs of girls and women than most of the guys I knew. I just wanted to look a little more mature and in control and so mostly just changed my clothes and hair. You know, like dropping the cheap sneakers and wearing a nice pair with the appearance of loafers but with low cut socks, the fad at the time. Loose but not baggy worn jeans. I hated the skinny jeans look. For hanging out I wore a fit white tee and really old denim jacket I’d found in a thrift store. Sure made me look good, at least in my mind. This was all topped off with a shaggy head of hair that I actually paid a hairdresser good money for every month.

All of this was sort of me trying to copy Lonnie and Don but without actually stealing their styles. Lonnie had a great looking leather bomber jacket but more often wore really loose clothing and hoodies. Don was big and conservative, often in simple sneakers with long socks and chinos with a fitted pullover shirt. Lonnie tried too hard to look cool and Don didn’t give a rat’s ass about what was in style, so I tried to meet the two in the middle.

Yeah, looking good, doing some weight training, riding my low-powered motorcycle, saving up for a car, and able to drink a beer and talk shop with the best of Don’s friends. Except that I also found myself going home alone, all the time, and without a single girl ever coming up to ask if I could help them with their cars. It was like I was playing a video game and getting all the high scores and yet unable to make it to the next level because I’d missed some important door or event earlier in the game. I almost wished I’d see Brenda again just for the fun of it.

I felt trapped. And so when a rare opportunity provided an outlet, no matter the moral implications, or even possible jail time, I grabbed it and fucked it and chained it to my bedside for future use.

It started off simply enough. I’d ridden over to a corner store for something and as I was walking out, a couple of girls were there, one calling out to me and asking for a favor.

“Hey. I know you. Louis, right? I’m Terri. My mom knows your parents.”

“Oh, yeah, right. Hi Terri.”

I barely remembered Terri. Younger than me by a few years, and I wasn’t even sure she was in high school yet. I was saying hello to her, but my eyes were on her friend. Both girls were young, but both were hot and with bodies sure to attract the attention of every guy within a block radius.

Terri was cute, tight and shapely in all the right places. She was obviously going to grow into a hot little heartbreaker. Not a lot in the way of a chest, but she dressed in a way to show off what she had, tits intentionally pushed up and out and with her nipples giving two bullseyes for all to see. With her tight short-shorts, curly light brown hair and dimpled smile, she may have been a kid but was trying real hard to show the world her body had everything any boy or man could want for a long lusty night.

Yet, for all of Terri’s overt sexiness, her friend really had all my attention. She was taller than Terri, her head up to my chest, and dressed more conservatively. Black hair, long and hanging down to the middle of her back. Her skin was a light brown, giving the impression of being Latino or maybe Native American, yet her face somehow reminded me of Alyssa. An odd mix in my mind, of Asian and Latin ancestry, but her face was incredibly alluring and it was hard for me not to stare. There was definitely a lot to look at. No short shorts with her butt cheeks hanging out like Terri, but her simple top and skirt couldn’t hide her profile, her perfect thighs and ass and chest perfectly balancing one another out. The girl was going to be a high school knockout, and I right then wished I was two years younger and able to ask her to the first school dance.

All that took only a second to go through my head, but Terri had to repeat herself before I bothered to move my eyes from her friend and listen to what she had to say.

“I said, I need a favor. Could you go in and get us a bottle of [a pretty expensive brand of vodka]? I’ve got the money.”

Even though the girls were just girls, I did my best to be cool and mature. “Sorry, but these guys won’t even sell me a bottle of beer. Wait a few years and I’ll get you all you want.”

“Shit. You look old enough to pass for being legal.”

“Yeah, sorry. But why vodka? Wouldn’t a wine cooler or something taste better?”

“I guess, but I wanted to see what a vodka and orange juice tastes like. I’ve read about it but I’ve never had one.”

“A screwdriver? You’re up for drinking that?”

“I’m having a party tomorrow. My parents are gone, and Fern here just turned fifteen, so I’m getting some friends together to taste some different drinks. Everybody agreed that vodka would be something we could experiment with.”

I turned my eyes back to Terri’s friend, Fern. “Fern, you ready to try a real screwdriver?”

Fern gave a shy smile and shrugged, a soft “I guess” escaping her very full and sexy lips, her eyes catching mine only for a second before darting down to look at her shoes. I again had to tear my eyes off of her and laid my trap for Terri.

“Tell you what. I’ve got a bottle of vodka at home. Not the best, but no store brand either. You buy yourself some good orange juice here and I’ll meet you back at your place in an hour. The corner house, with the red jeep, right?”

Terri thought I was heaven sent, happily agreeing to my terms. I had second thoughts, but I didn’t take any of them very seriously. I obviously wanted to use my father’s stash of vodka to lever open the legs of these two teens, then fill them with a large dose of cream and milk their tits before talking them into becoming my sex slaves for life. Or so went the fantasy, something all boys have about all girls. Thing is, I had some tricks of the trade that made my fantasy possible.

Lonnie had always been open about the many different ways a boy could entice a girl to lay back and allow him to lay waste to her many delights. One afternoon many months before my meeting with Terri and Fern he had gifted me a small vial of something he referred to as his weapon of last resort.

“Only if you really have to. A few drops and a girl’s gonna go loose. Maybe a squirt, and she’ll need you to hold her up. Any more and she’ll be out for an hour. Plenty of time for you to do what you need.”

Until I met Terri, I never thought of ever using the stuff. Usually drinks and a blunt were a boy’s secret weapons of choice, the girls probably complicit but of course complaining after the fact. That time in the park with Joyce proved that. With a girl like Terri I was less sure and took along Lonnie’s special elixir just in case. With the vial in my shirt pocket and quart bottle of my dad’s decent quality vodka in my book bag, I was soon pulling into Terri’s driveway. The jeep was gone, but as I walked up toward the front door Terri came out and waved me in.

Looking around the house, I noted that Fern wasn’t there. Terri noticed my disappointment, saying, “You like Fernanda, huh? Yeah, I thought so, but I know her father would kill you if you came within a yard of her. He’s real protective. No boyfriends. Anyway, did you bring the vodka?”

I pulled out the bottle, pushing away Terri’s proffered money, but telling her that I’d show her how to make a couple of different vodka drinks. One with orange juice, the classic screwdriver, and one with coke. Since it was summer, I also suggested pouring the vodka over a small glass of watermelon pieces, but first the screwdriver. I asked for a couple of glasses, and after she put those on the table I sent her back to the kitchen for ice and, of course, the orange juice.

While she was gone, I pulled out my very illegal vial of knockout drops and poured some into one of the glasses. As Terri returned, I made a show of dropping in some ice cubes, cracking open the vodka and pouring an ounce into each of our glasses.

“Cold is always better. Refrigerate the vodka, and crush the ice if you can, like maybe in a blender or something. About one shot glass of vodka to a triple shot of juice. Maybe more. A couple of those and you won’t be able to walk, so be careful.”

Terri studied her drink, then took a sniff, and with my lead, finally a small sip. She gave a slight cough, then cleared her throat and said, “Not bad, I guess. I didn’t think vodka was supposed to have a taste.”

“It doesn’t, but it does have a kick. Just take small sips and you’ll quickly find your glass empty. How many friends are you having over tomorrow.”

“Seven, including Fern.” I took another sip, as did Terri, and so the conversation went. Within five minutes we’d finished our drinks.

All that short while I studied Terri like a wolf would slaver over a lone sheep. The girl was short but pert and with a smile and sparkling eyes that older guys like me could really appreciate. She didn’t have the cynical attitude older girls had, perhaps because she’d been lucky enough in her life to avoid dating guys like me. Her tits were a bit small, but the way she dressed made up for that. A light top barely hiding her budding breasts and no bra. The girl’s ass was much more developed and Terri obviously made no attempt to hide this feminine asset of hers. The tight white shorts allowed the lower crease of her butt to be shown if not advertised to all passing men.

Even more appealing to my eyes was how the thin cloth shorts were tucked deep within Terri’s butt cheeks, bringing out in full detail not only her ass but even a portion of the girl’s lower lips. If she’d shown up to school in those shorts she would have been sent home to change into something less revealing. Right then, standing with me in her house, Terri looked delicious and ready to be eaten.

We talked some more, about high school and different kinds of alcohols, then began a second round. It was a surprise to me that she and Fern and a few of the other girls she’d be hosting the next day were already in my own high school. There she was, with Fern during my senior year, and I hadn’t ever noticed. Not so unusual, given the separation of students by class and age, not to mention my preoccupation with Brenda and Lucy and other girls.

I was talking about how perfect she was for joining the cheer squad when I noticed Terri’s blank stare. Her mouth was open, breathing hard, and I could see some perspiration building on her forehead. As she leaned into the dining table, I stepped over to support her, saying, “Maybe you should lie down. You don’t do so well with hard liquor.”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything. I walked/carried her down a hallway, easily finding her bedroom. It smelled of sweet bodywash and deodorant and had all the odd paraphernalia linked with girls, everything painted pink and light purple. The only odd part of the room was a poster over her bed of a cat. Rather than some cute saying like “Hang in there,” the cat was staring out with a menacing grin, one paw up, the middle claw extended, the only printed words being, “Fuck off, furball!”

Not your average teen girl kind of decoration.

Terri’s eyes were open but unfocused, and her legs had stopped working, so I simply folded her down onto her bed. I leaned down to give her cheek a small kiss and almost detected a smile. I didn’t get any more of a response when I removed her shoes, and only a slight moan when I pushed my face between her open legs and gave long sucking kisses to each of her inner thighs. Beyond thought, acting only for my own selfish needs, I easily unsnapped Terri’s skin-tight shorts and slowly peeled them off, finally sliding them down her legs to be tossed to the floor. She gave no reaction other than lifting a hand, so I did the same with the pink and baby blue striped panties.

That got more of a reaction. Terri tried to turn over, but I was too quick for her. Before her panties even hit the floor, my hands were pulling apart her knees and my face was deep between her smooth white thighs. The girl kept herself trim, no hair on her lower stomach, but her furry little box was lightly covered in brown pubic hair. I had a quick thought of Alyssa’s well-shaven pussy, but I’ve never been turned off by a girl’s bush. I easily pushed past that, my tongue feeling its way into her slit, then up to where her clit was hiding. Within seconds I’d sucked in Terri’s button, her knees over my shoulders, one hand up to play with her tits, while my other hand desperately worked at my belt and jeans.

To put it bluntly, the girl tasted just like young girls should. Older girls like Lucy had developed deeper tastes, a thicker and more pungent smell. Terri’s cute little slit, all pink and with the sheen of some sexual excitement, tasted more like bubblegum and wine cooler with just a slight biting taste to the thin if tasty liquids leaking out of her. As I continued to suck and tongue Terri’s clit, the liquids increased but always stayed thin and sweet and inviting. Drinking Terri down was as easy as drinking a soda and I could have kept my face parked between her legs all the rest of the day.

But I had a job to do. I’d lowered my tongue a couple of times, feeling out her hole and pushing it as deep into her as I could. I forced my face into the girl’s inviting pussy, finding her an easy fit for my tongue, and making me wonder just what kind of welcome her twat would have on my man-sized cock. Going back to nibbling on her clit, I pushed a thumb inside of Terri’s hole, doing an exploratory fuck of the girl. Her hymen was long gone and her slow stream of fluids made it obvious that the girl was as ready as she’d ever be for some serious love making.

When I felt Terri’s hand on my head, almost stroking my hair as I lapped at her clit and drank down her secretions, I knew I had to move quickly. She was regaining control of herself faster than I’d thought. It took only seconds to pull off her top. Her tits were a bit small but perfectly formed. They each looked like fist-sized volcanos, giving a hint to the beautiful pair of breasts she’d be sporting before graduating high school. After giving another passing suck and squeeze to each of her nipples, I stepped out of my jeans, tossed my shirt, and lay down next to Terri on her little single bed.

Pulling her short white leg over my hip, I pushed my throbbing boner between her thighs. I snuggled into her side, turning Terri’s head toward me so that I could kiss her, but also moving one of her hands down to touch my leaking cock. I was surprised when she showed enough control for her fingers to wrap around a portion of my shaft. The girl was obviously coming out of the temporary coma I had induced, so I stopped playing with her body and went for the main prize.

I moved the fat head of my cock back, sliding it through her now very wet and slippery slit a few times and making sure I was slick and ready to push into her. I was expecting Terri to be a little like Ronnie of so long before, giving up the girl’s treasure reluctantly if at all. No, Terri wasn’t quite the hot pool of cock-loving flesh Lucy or Helena had between their legs, but after only a moment of indecision, Terri’s vagina opened its lips and allowed me entrance.

When the fat hood of my cock popped into her, Terri spasmed, her body fighting to move away from me, I pulled back on her leg and pushed hard up with my hips. That did it, all resistance melting away as the hood of my cock levered open Terri’s very hot snatch. Very hot, and wet, like the girl had been fingering herself while waiting for my arrival. Yeah, hot and lush and with her pussy holding firm to my throbbing cock. Firm, but not incredibly tight, so probably not the nubile virgin I’d been hoping for. Didn’t really care. Just wanted to fuck and fill the girl and lay claim to her sexy little body.

With my push into her welcoming hole Terri had given out a short but sharp yelp. With another couple of thrusts into her she let out a long high pitched moan, her arm raising a bit, her legs pumping up and down on the bed and trying to close, but I kept a tight hold on her thigh and forced her legs wide. For the next few minutes, I slowly moved deeper inside of her, pulling back a bit of an inch, then further up into her warm and welcoming interior.

Terri was a perfect fit for me. Just tight enough to make me groan at the pleasure of moving deeper into her but not so tight as to require force. The girl’s vaginal walls seemed to be squeezing in on me, and given the warm liquid secretions bathing my cock, I sighed in joy at every inch of Terri’s twat I pushed my cock into.

After a minute of simple fucking she tried to turn away from me, but I held her back with both hands. Scooting in a little tighter to her ass with my hips, I felt some pressure on the leading tip of my cock. Even though I had a couple of inches left at the base of my shaft, I figured I should respect the limitations of her small vaginal sheath and not be greedy.

That’s when the slowest and most enjoyable fuck of my life took place. The girl was just as tight as Ronnie and she was really wet. I could easily hear the suction of Terri’s twat with every move in and out of her hole. Yeah, tight, but so easy to move inside of and I sure enjoyed every minute I was inside of the girl.

I took my time in pulling back and pushing in, enjoying every little sensation her warm wet pussy gave to my throbbing cock. I snuggled in a little tighter, noting the sheen of perspiration that covered her face and her labored breathing, each breath seeming to come in gasps, but Terri’s eyes were open and she was obviously aware of what was going on.

All through the fuck I fingered and kissed Terri, caressing her body all the while my cock was laying claim to her pussy. Sure, I tried to hold back, but after maybe ten minutes with my cock moving through Terri’s hot wet snatch, I knew my end was approaching. That happened a couple of times, but instead of giving in to my lust and pounding hard into her, I tried to prolong the moment.

I’d pull back and slow the fuck, trying to enjoy every moment of having the girl impaled on my pole. I scrunched myself up so that I could suck on her tits, the light brown of her nipples really contrasting with the pale white of her breasts. I’d take turns, pushing my cock into Terri, then pull almost all the way out, then lean in a suck and nibble on one or another tit. It was a fun game and held me back from blowing my load too quickly.

Still, the hot juicy flesh between Terri’s legs was doing its job, bringing me to completion, and I welcomed the thought of hosing the inside of Terri’s pussy with everything my balls had stored in them.

I finally ground in deep, feeling both of Terri’s tits with my hands and whispering into her ear, “Gonna cum. Really going to cream you with a quart of semen. God but you’re a nice piece of pussy Terri. You’re really going to feel me flood you with everything my balls have.”

I started feeling out the fuck, enjoying the last minute of fucking the girl when Terri suddenly said something other than just moaning or giving out short grunts.

“Shit.” That was it, though kind of slurred, and at the same time she lowered her hand down to rest on my naked hip. I moved that hand even lower, having her feel where my dick entered her hole, letting her get to know the feeling of a cock as it disappeared inside of her.

“Feel that Terri? How do you like it, getting fucked?”

“Condom.” That came out pretty clear. “Condom,” she said again, waving her hand toward the foot of the bed.

I got it, though I wasn’t real happy at the thought. “Condoms. You want me to use a condom?”

She had to gasp the words out. “Yeh. Please. Pregnant.”

I got it, and sadly had to remind myself that I wasn’t ready for any fifteen year old girl to be walking around carrying my baby.

I reluctantly steeled myself to pull out of Terri’s hot and oh so tight hole of pleasure, but first leaned in to cuddle her, kissing the side of her hair and whispering into her ear. “Really? A condom? You really have condoms in your bedroom?”

She did something like a nod, mumbling, “Yeh. Please.”

“So, I guess you weren’t a virgin, but that tight little box of yours sure feels like it. But you know a condom will keep me from creaming you. Nothing like having a guy hose your slutty twat with a few hundred million sperm. Girls I know think that’s the best part of sex, all that jism filling them up. Give the word and I’ll cum in you so hard you’ll feel it up in your stomach. Just think of it. A quart of semen filling you, all my sperm swimming around in you all night. You want that?

That made her eyes widen and she shook her head, giving out an undeniable “No.”

I sighed. “Okay. Your loss. Where’s the condom?”

She waved toward a shelf on the wall, forcing out the words, “El phant. In the phant.”

Sounded weird, but there was a small stuffed elephant on the shelf. With another sigh I pulled back, my poor dick feeling badly mistreated as I removed it from the girl’s wonderful warm and welcoming sheath of wet flesh.

It took only a second, up to grab the elephant and then back onto the bed. I was going to lie down next to the girl, but I noticed that her eyes were focused intently on my crotch. My cock was still at full staff, shimmering with all the liquids I’d pulled out of her, my balls and hairy sac straining with the excitement of what was to come.

“Here. Have a taste.” Without any further hesitation, I put a knee on the bed and positioned the leading tip of my cock just within Terri’s lips, one hand taking a fistful of hair and controlling her head. As I pushed in, her mouth opened, her teeth parting, but she didn’t do any more than that.

“Now suck. Just a little bit. Suck and use your tongue, but no teeth. A nice little suck and tickle with your tongue and swallow, and repeat a couple hundred times.”

I began a very shallow fuck of the girl’s mouth, and following my directions, she brought one hand up to help and hold me steady. With commentary from me, within a minute she had the basic moves down. A few teeth, and not as much suction as I liked, but it was still a turn on to watch my cock go in and out of her lips, feeling her tongue move around my leading few inches, and watching as she swallowed down the accumulated juices.

I would have loved to have blown my load down her throat, but I’m really old fashioned in that area. Nothing beats going wild between a girl’s open thighs and blowing a full load of semen deep inside of her. There’s no arguing that cocks and cunts were made to fuck each other on a daily basis.

I finally pulled back from Terri’s mouth, then laying my body fully over the girl’s naked torso.

“Okay. Here’s the elephant. You hide condoms in here? I guess no parent would think of checking a stuffed toy.”

Squeezing the pink and purple polka dotted stuffed toy, I could indeed feel some foreign objects in the bottom portion of the thing’s stomach. It wasn’t so much a rip as a secret opening, and using only two fingers I was able to feel and pull out three individually wrapped condoms and a joint.

I took the time to toy with the girl one last time. “Okay. Here’s one that’s foil covered. Must be pretty special. Last chance. You sure you don’t want me to flood that steaming little pussy of yours with a load of cum?”

The girl smiled, which really surprised me, and shook her head. Fine. I made a big deal of pulling out the well-lubed rubber and rolling it down my dick, and she didn’t resist at all when I used her hand to help me do the deed.

Leaning down to give Terri a kiss, I recognized the taste of my pre-cum in her mouth. She kissed back, hands around my neck, and I figured she was out from the worst of the drug. That made me feel a little better, knowing I wouldn’t be fucking a zombie. Arranging my hips within her open legs, I used a hand to position the tip of my silicone-covered cock, and pushed in, feeling out her newly opened hole, and then pushing in hard with a jerk of my hips.

“Oh god. Shit.” The girl pulled down on my neck, bringing my face down to hers. She was breathing hard, eyes open, but looking past me and to the ceiling.

“You okay? You feel amazing. So tight, like your vagina is trying to bite the tip off my dick. I can pull out and fuck your ass instead if you’d rather.”

That caused her to really go wide eyed and she looked straight into my eyes.

“Just joking,” I said. “I’ll take it slow.”

And I did. A nice slow fuck from on top, sliding my hips in and out of Terri’s thighs and enjoying every inch. After a dozen or so slow ventures up the girl’s twat, I started talking to her, playfully enjoying my power over the girl while also trying to hold off on my rising climax.

“Feel me inside of you? You want me to push in deeper, or does it hurt? Like when I push up harder, all the way in?”

I tried to merge my balls with the girl’s lightly furred crotch. She grunted when I thrust hard and deep, then saying, “No. That hurts. That’s too much. Yeah. Back a bit. Yeah. That feels good.”

“Yeah,” I reassured her. “A lot of girls are the same. Next guy you’re with, be sure he knows where to stop. You should get something out if it too, other than a bruised cervix. Any guy ignores you, drop him. You’re too pretty to put up with assholes. Otherwise, does it feel good? You like getting fucked?”

Crude, but the girl smiled and surprised me with her next statements, given between grunts and gasps of air. “Yeah. Kind of tight. Good when you go slow. Never did this before.”

This made me stop. I nestled my cock deep into Terri, but not too much so, then brought my hairy chest down onto her tits, my face close to hers as I asked for more details.

“Really?” I leaned down to give her a light kiss. “A virgin?” Another kiss. “You’re tight but I popped into you like your twat really wanted me. You also leak like a real slut, like you get up in the morning in need of someone to fuck. Not kidding. Some girls are as dry as a desert, but you’re walking around with an open tube of lube stuck up your hole. And its great. You’re so wet and slick. My cock has never been happier.”

Terri didn’t take offense, giving a small shrug and talking to me even as I kept up a wonderful slow fuck of the girl’s tight wet twat.

“Yeah,” she said with between gasps for breath. “I’ve always been kind of wet. Even have to use liners to keep it from showing.” She raised her head up to give me a kiss, her hands pulling my head down, holding me to the kiss for a long minute. I started up the fuck again, this time a little more shallow, and the girl’s low moan into my mouth told me I was doing good. Faster but shallow, the hood of my cock pushing in and pulling out of Terri’s tight little hole like I was a dog fucking his favorite bitch. A few more minutes of that and Terri raised her legs, feet up, one heel tapping my back until she let out a long moan. Felt some increased wet warmth even through the rubbery raincoat I wore. Girl obviously had an inborn love for fucking. Hard to believe this was her first time.