Chapter 24

By December I hadn’t gotten much further with Fern than dragging her away from Terri for an hour so that I could kiss her long and hard and feel up her chest. Fern seemed into it, even taking my cock in hand as though she’d decided to become my one and only girlfriend. But then, just two good loving sucks from her hot little mouth and she lets go and steps back. She shrugged and said that it didn’t feel right. She even apologized but then went to find Terri.

That really confused me. The girl obviously wanted some action but something else was eating at her brain. I pretended to understand and told myself that by Valentine’s Day I’d have her opening her bedroom window for me every Friday night. Then just toward Christmas she disappeared. No more dates or anything, just polite texts from Fern saying she was busy.

Terri claimed that the holidays were taking up a lot of their time, a good two weeks of it being spent out of town at Fern’s mother’s. With the next semester of school starting up Fern sent me an encouraging text, and then more of nothing. Totally ghosted me and I couldn’t figure out why. Terri finally got back to me but wouldn’t give anything more than vague comments about school and Fern’s father. Bugged me so much I went over to Terri’s but she wouldn’t even open the door. Frustrating was hardly the word for it.

I of course took my frustrations out on Joyce, meaning I started demanding that she do everything but move into my bedroom. Actually asked Joyce to tell her parents that she was going to move in with me. That got a chuckle and a kiss from Joyce but halfway into January she began pulling away from me. Didn’t disappear, but what caused her to stop paying attention to me hurt even more. Why? Because it was my fault.

While I was pretty conservative with Fern, just taking her (and often Terri) to the movies or a quick meal), I treated Joyce as a real girlfriend even if she refused to admit to the label. I’d take Joyce to an arts show at the local community college, to a late night party by the river, and once to a concert a two hour drive from town. Her tendency to gossip and talk trash about people kind of cut in on her hotness, but her ability to suck, moan, and fuck like a demon made up for all that. I really wouldn’t have minded if Joyce had asked for a promise ring or a key to my house.

Since I tried to show her off to all my friends, she of course met Don when I took her to a few of the parties at his place. He knew her from the half-dozen times I’d used his house in times of carnal emergency so it was nothing for me to pull her in tight while drinking and talking nonsense with the gang on the occasional Saturday night.

There was a big New Year’s party at Don’s and I had an invitation that included any date of my choice. Joyce, of course, but just a half-hour into the evening, I found Joyce and Karen in a corner, talking and laughing like they had grown up with one another.

Not a problem, but within the following week Joyce mentioned having met with Karen, and a week later Joyce was insisting we drop by Karen’s for something. All of a sudden a good portion of Joyce’s topics of choice concerned Karen and her many friends and goings on. I held back on my own negative opinions of Karen and what a selfish sadistic user she could be, and of course I gave up nothing about Fortis, Lucy’s dog, renamed “Fort” by Karen. Karen hadn’t said anything about her new canine housemate, and no way was I going to ask.

Then one Saturday night Joyce insisted we go by Karen’s. Turned out that Karen had a type of dope Joyce had come to really appreciate. Also turned out it wasn’t the quality of the blunt so much as the capsule of molly Karen so liberally pushed on Joyce. Karen wasn’t too keen to have me there for some reason, and the more Karen hinted that she wanted some time alone with Joyce, the more I knew to stick around.

A few of Karen’s friends had come and gone, including Lonnie, but a couple of others remained. One guy I’d met at Don’s convinced me to drive him out to some other friend’s. Since Joyce couldn’t do much more than swing to some music and laugh at everything I said to her, I let her know I’d be back in an hour.

Time passed and I finally returned to Karen’s. Walking back into the house we found the lights low and all the music moved to a back bedroom. With just a glance I could see what an hour could do for a girl. Joyce was naked on the bed and on her back, Fort standing on the floor and with his large hairy chest hanging over her own naked tits. She didn’t even have a towel there to protect her flesh from the dog’s forepaws. He was going at it like the sex demon he’d always been, ploughing his boner into Joyce’s open legs as though she was Lucy, back for one last illicit fuck.

Joyce gave out grunts and whines, her mind and twat focused only on the fuck at hand. Right by her side was Karen, equally naked, one hand up to feel Joyce’s tits. More importantly Karen was being pretty thoroughly reamed by a guy at her rear, though his hip action was much slower than what Fort was giving to Joyce.

As my jaw dropped with this scene appearing before me, I also noticed how Joyce had a leg wrapped around Fort’s back, one hand up to his furry shoulder, and I could swear she was trying to urge the canine on to an ever harder fuck. All this went on for maybe a minute, me just frozen there in the doorway, wondering what kind of a multi-verse I’d slipped into. Then my old fuck-buddy Fort gave a characteristic whine and I knew what was going to happen. He stopped with the rapid fire thrusts and moved closer, closing any distance between his crotch and that of his acquired human mate.

I knew from days gone by with Lucy and Jasmine that the dog’s thickened base was blowing up and locking him into the girl’s cum-ready cunt. Joyce made it clear that she felt all of that. She closed her eyes, head heavily beaded with sweat, and then let out a few short squeals and tried to move away from Fortis. But there was some guy on the bed who held her down, and Karen was by her side, so Joyce couldn’t go anywhere. As though going through a set of well rehearsed moves, the guy I’d given a ride to pulled Joyce’s legs over Fort’s back and held them there, insuring that the dog’s knot stayed tight and deep within the girl.

I would have said something, maybe told Karen to at least put a towel over Joyce’s bare breasts, but that’s when Joyce began slapping at Fort’s side, letting out tell-tale whines and then a bunch of short squeals and a long moan. No question Joyce was a lot like Lucy, enduring the fuck of the rapacious dog and then getting so much more out of it when his boner began pulsing out cum for the next twenty minutes or so.

Karen kind of laughed, but then the guy taking her from the rear reached his own finishing moment, laying on top of her and pounding hard into the woman’s ass. Groans and grunts and whines and the squeak of bedsprings replaced the slapping of bodies. Yeah, a little less overt action on the bed, but that didn’t hide the reality of how different kinds of semen were being pumped into the loins of the women before me.

Whenever I saw the dog going at it with Lucy my cock would harden and I’d enjoy the show, but this was different. Having a private party with her own dog and maybe with a boyfriend by her side is one thing, but Joyce was obviously caught up in a gang bang with guys and a dog and a woman who found real joy in taking young girls to a cliff and then pushing them over. All I could do then was sit on the side of the mattress and hold Joyce’s hand. She looked at me, her eyes wide, as though disbelieving any of this was going on. Then another orgasm, Joyce bouncing into the bed with her ass as though trying to fuck the dog even as his knot was tied up inside of her. It was so sexy and hot, and yet I kind of felt it was wrong and that I was responsible for what was happening to her.

Fort was finally pushed to one side of Joyce, his boner still locked inside of her, while the guy who had just finished up inside of Karen pushed his slimy cock into Joyce’s mouth. It looked just like what I’d done to Lucy a year before and my sense of shame couldn’t have been greater. When the dog finally finished up inside of Joyce, he pulled back, Joyce’s groan of relief filling the room. But of course that’s when the gang bang really began.

The guy sitting on the bed by Joyce pulled her legs up, placing her knees by her shoulders, her newly creamed cunt just inches above her eyes. It was an incredible turn-on to watch a dribble turn into a stream of runny white cum flow out of Joyce’s thick lips, gravity pulling the goo down to splatter on her face. She was out of it enough to just open her mouth and catch what she could, not seeming to care about the guy kneeling behind her shoulders and holding her legs down.

Then the fuck, the human cock easily slipping into Joyce’s dripping hole. A few minutes of unforgiving fucking and the man reached his own climax, slapping Joyce’s ass while he moaned about what a hot slut she was. Then a few minutes where the man pushed his cock into Joyce’s fully-creamed hole then pulling out and having Joyce lick him clean. Did that a few times, Joyce acting as though she was born to do nothing but.

Karen was still there, but as naked as everyone else in the room but for me. When the first guy taking advantage of Joyce moved away, Karen planted her twat onto Joyce’s face while the guy I’d given the ride to moved between Joyce’s thighs for a his own try inside of her. That’s when I moved out, back to the front room where I finished off another beer and wondered what I’d gotten Joyce into.

A good hour later the guys were done and Karen helped Joyce shower off. It was nearing one in the morning, well past Joyce’s curfew, but at least her eyes were open and she was able to walk with me to the car. Weirdly enough, the drive back is what I remember most from that night.

With all the craziness of what had happened at Karen’s behind us, I put a hand out to Joyce’s thigh and asked how she was. Her answers and follow up questions really surprised me.

“You okay Joyce?” I’d said, hoping she never found out about me supplying Fort(is) to Karen in the first place.

“Oh, shit,” she’d said, opening up two bleary eyes and looking in my direction. “Never going to mix wine and vodka again. Doesn’t agree with my stomach. One blunt and a half-bottle of wine is perfect. Gotta remember that.”

I shrugged, slowing and turning to drive down a dark side street that actually took us out of our way. Without having to focus on the road in my almost but not-quite sober state, I took a deep breath and brought up what was most on my mind.

“No. Um, I mean, you know, with the dog and everything. Thought that might have been a bit too much for you. You okay?”

Joyce’s eyes had closed, her head leaning back against the door, but when I brought up the dog she partially opened them and screwed up her mouth for a few seconds before answering.

“Yeah. That was so crazy. But, tell me,” Joyce said in a lower, more hesitant voice, “Why didn’t you join in? You’re not ashamed of me, are you, Louis? Did it disgust you? You just walked away, like you couldn’t stand to watch. I really didn’t think you’d be so judgmental after all we’ve done together.”

That answer so astounded me that I had to pull over on the darkened street and gather my thoughts together. I turned and looked into Joyce’s eyes, just two glints of light in the darkened car, and said what I’d never really thought out before.

“No. Not disgust. It was hot and sexy and everything. I was kind of worried about you. I don’t really trust Karen and I’m really afraid she’s just using you. And then seeing you with Fort and those guys and everything was just too much. Didn’t know whether to tell everybody to back off or join in.”

Putting a hand out to touch her arm, I really dug deep and admitted something I felt. Not just about Joyce but about every girl I’d ever been with.

“No. To tell the truth, no way I could have just jumped in. I guess when it comes to us, to sex and everything, I don’t like the idea of sharing you. I mean, I know you go out with other guys. I know I’m not your only one, but when we’re together I don’t like to think about it. When we have sex, I want it to just be you and me.”

A thousand other thoughts were filling my head, but that was the core right there. Even with Joyce, a known nympho with an obvious lust for multiple cocks, I didn’t want to share her, at least not in real time before my eyes. When we were having sex, I wanted to know that she was all mine, to fuck and fill and make use of. Nasty and selfish and even kind of childish, but there it was.

“I guess that’s it,” I said with an embarrassed laugh. “I hate the idea of sharing you, even with the other guys you see during the week. No way I could be disgusted by what you did. It really was kind of a turn on. I’m glad you weren’t hurt and glad you enjoyed it. That’s okay. If anything, I’d love to do all of that with you, even with the dog. It was a real turn-on. But when we’re together I like just having you to myself.”

I found myself shaking, staring into the dark, hardly even thinking of what Joyce would say. I did everything but tell Joyce that I was in love with her. The admission was kind of like a light into myself I wasn’t even aware of and I was astounded at the words coming out of my mouth. Then Joyce broke into my thoughts and sort of ruined it all.

“Oh, Louis. That’s so sweet. I was really worried that you were upset with me or something, but I’m okay. Karen and I have a kind of understanding. Don’t do that stuff much. A few guys is one thing but I promise I don’t do it a lot with her dog. It’s just that I actually thought you’d be into it. Sorry you couldn’t handle it. It really is sweet of you.”

Back on the road, Joyce broke the very uncomfortable silence when she brought Karen back into the conversation.

“So, you don’t like Karen, huh? Yeah, I get that. Kind of a bitch with an attitude and all, but we kind of understand one another. Nice that you think you’re protecting me, but don’t worry. I make sure the skank gets as much as she gives. Even thinking of introducing her to my uncle.”

“Your uncle? The one in Florida?” I mumbled, my mind confused and still feeling wounded at how I was being played as the town idiot.

“Oh, yeah. Maybe my cousin. Or maybe I’ll move in with her. I’d have to figure out a way to pay rent. Mom wouldn’t care but no way would she help with any money. Karen has her own ideas on what I could do but I’m not sure. Just be nice to live in a place where I could do what I want. That would be wild.”

Left unsaid was that I’d offered Joyce my bedroom should she ever need to escape her mother. She’d laughed but never took me seriously, at least not for more than a couple of hours every week when my parents weren’t there. When I got to her place, Joyce put a hand out onto my leg and said, “Thanks. You’re a sweet guy, Louis. Really.”

That was the worst possible thing she could have said to me. Possibly the worst thing any girl or woman could ever say to a guy. Period. But as she opened the door and got out, I leaned toward her, saying, “When can I see you again?”

Joyce paused, swayed on her feet, and pushed the knife in just a little deeper.

“Well, I’ll call you. Not tomorrow, that’s for sure. Might need a full week to recover from, you know, tonight.”

All that night and through the following week and month, the images of Fort and those guys and Karen having their way with Joyce weren’t forgotten so much as pushed to the side as I obsessed over what a sweet guy I was. Joyce was in her element, Karen was being the perfect hostess by providing the girl cock and cunt and a dog-sized boner, and I spoiled the fun for thinking Joyce was too pure and innocent for such debouched things. Yeah, that’s me. The nice guy. Hooray for me.

What burned, and what I tried to fight against, was that everything I said was true. I really didn’t like sharing the girl I was with. Even with known sluts like Joyce or secret fuck-toys like Julie, having to share in real-time made it far less appealing for me. Someone else’s girl, sure, or maybe a late night pick-up at a party where it’s the girl and two or three guys having fun in a bedroom or the back seat of a car. Fine. But not when I think the girl is my girl.