Chapter 26

The coming of a new year seemed to be a good time for me. Of course, I was clueless about a lot and unwilling to admit to what was staring me in the face. Still hoping for Fern to give me a call and welcome me into her home if not her bedroom. I didn’t know anything about what was going on with her dad or Terri or Lonnie until much later.

Fern seemed untouchable but Joyce was still around and willing to go out with me once in a while. But as the months progressed she and I slowly grew further apart, largely due to the influence of Karen and her crowd. I still had hopes and fantasies of Joyce seeing me as her one and only, but its easy now to look back and see it was all smoke. I thought I was so cool and in control. Now I just see myself as a clown.

Yeah. I lost Joyce, and Terri and Fern were stolen from me by men deserving their own circle of hell. Yet it was also early in the new year that I had the luck to meet up with Sandy. I’d put all thought of Sandy aside when Terri had insisted Fern was interested in me. Joyce had returned and was keeping me happy, so my fun hour in bed with Sandy was largely forgotten. And then fate intervened.

I’d been riding my aging motorcycle down a side street when I passed a girl walking down the sidewalk. Normally I’d think nothing of it, but she seemed familiar. I turned around and did another pass. Sandy. Her hair was up in a ponytail but it was easy to recognize her. Light golden hair bouncing with her step and keeping time with her tits, very much evident through a light sweater Sandy was wearing. Even more evident was Sandy’s ass, jutting out and not at all hidden by the short skirt she was wearing. Most girls wore jeans or at least leggings even on warm winter days, but Sandy seemed not to care. And her face was as cute and welcoming as I remembered. My mind also retained the memory of her voice squealing as I pumped her juicy cunt with sperm-laden cream made both my cock and heart leap for joy. That had been months before and the thought of a repeat fuck took me over.

I was worried she’d hold that one-time hour in bed against me, but her pretty little face lit up when I stopped by her side. She said she was headed over to a friend’s house. I brought up the possibility of a coffee or something at a nearby shop, and two minutes later she had both hands around my waist as I rode us back to a hole in the wall café.

All Sandy wanted was a small latte, which fit my budget, and for the next hour we talked about everything but what was foremost on my mind. More than anything I wanted to lean over and kiss her and pull her growing chest into my stomach. A vision of Sandy sucking on my cum-covered cock kept appearing before my eyes. It was hard but I somehow kept all that bottled up and just stuck to talking about life and my work and how controlling parents could be.

The early winter morning was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, and I was wondering how I could talk Sandy into riding back with me to my own house. That’s when I noticed some police riding their bicycles around the parking area. Given that I still didn’t have a proper license to ride my two-wheeled death trap, I herded Sandy down the sidewalk and told her I’d just walk with her back home. That’s what led to a conversation that somehow led Sandy to trusting me with a key to the golden box that lay between her thighs.

“Um. Let’s walk. Don’t want to be riding my bike around the cops. It’s legal, but I’m not, if you get what I mean.”

“Oh. Sure. My house isn’t too far. We passed it on the way here.’

‘Not afraid of your mom seeing you with me? You know, an older guy walking you home.”

“No. She’s at work. No big deal, anyway.”

We walked and talked, and to my elation when our fingers touched and I held two of hers within mine, she didn’t pull away. We made it all the way to her house like that, lightly connected, like two little kids holding hands. I’m unsure of what Sandy read into the gesture, but the thought of Sandy laying naked under me grew more distinct with every step.

When she stopped at her house I leaned down to kiss her cheek and said, “Well, nice to see you again. I get that you’re busy and everything. You’ve got my number, so anytime you have an empty morning, text me and we can do it again.”

Sandy paused, chewing her lip, looking sideways and then biting her lip again. I didn’t know her all that well, but within a couple of weeks I had a much better understanding of Sandy and her unspoken needs and interests. Right then, watching her fidget and go quiet, I figured she was thinking something out. Following some lame advice Lonnie liked to throw out, I decided that making a move too early was better than making a move too late.

Stepping close to Sandy, I put a hand on her hip and bent low and whispered her name. Nothing else, no feel of her ass or demand for a kiss or anything. Just a simple invitation any girl in high school would be able to weigh and act on. Soft and gentle but with obvious implications, and after another two seconds of silence, Sandy finally opened up to me.

“It’s not that I’m so busy, but I don’t know about you. I mean, it’s hard to admit to what we did that day and I don’t know what I should do. Sure, it was a long time ago, but I’m just real confused is all.”

“Terri told me you were already in a relationship. I get that. I’m dating a girl right now, but its not like we’re going steady or anything. Nothing serious, but if you’ve got someone you’re already seeing, I can understand how you wouldn’t want to lead me on or anything. That’s okay.”

I wasn’t telling any lies about my loose relationship with Joyce but Sandy seemed to ignore that, focused only on my admission that I knew she was in a relationship with another guy.

“Yeah, well, kind of a relationship. It’s not really something I’m happy about, but you know how it is. You get involved with someone and it’s kind of hard to break it off. Didn’t think it would go this far.”

Sandy’s voice trailed off, sounding like she had a lot more to say but didn’t know how to put it into words. I took a long leap and pretended to know what she meant and, with my own selfish needs in mind, provided her with a friendly pair of arms to rest within.

“Listen. No guy is worth living your life for. Well, I’m assuming this relationship is with a guy. What’s strange to me is that you don’t seem to be happy with being with him. How old are you? Fifteen? Almost sixteen now. And already locked in some dead-end relationship? I don’t get it. You’ve got guys like me you could date, maybe have a fun time with, and if you hate it, go to someone else. I know I’m just blowing smoke, talking about something I don’t know anything about, but there’s still no good reason for a hot looking girl like you to be stuck in a relationship you really want to break off from.”

I let that stream of thought hang in the air, pretending to be frustrated at Sandy’s inability to act while continuing to hold her by the waist. I didn’t push for more details and was gratified when she broke through the silence by throwing me something easy to pick up on.

“Yeah. Just confused and feeling trapped. And dating in high school isn’t all that easy. Not for girls anyway. And I don’t really feel that pretty. I’m not like a cheerleader or anything.”

“More than pretty. If you don’t like those high school jerks, there’s bunches of other guys, older guys. And like I said, you’re young. No rush, right? Just get out of that thing you’re trapped in.”

We stood there, wrapped in silence, when Sandy suddenly blurted, “Well, I guess I should go.”

She turned and started up the brick walkway, and after a second of disappointment and indecision, I followed.

“Hey. Um, let me borrow your bathroom. Be nice to see what your house looks like from the inside.”

Sandy bit her lip again, looking at the ground, but then giving me a sly side look. I only intuited through my gut that she knew what I wanted and what was going to happen. She knew, but I didn’t know if she’d run for the door and lock me out or find my poor excuse for an entrance a good way to get what we both wanted. She said nothing, as girls like to do, but she also didn’t say no. She opened the door, I followed, and as she closed the front door behind us, I pulled her into a kiss.

For a moment she kissed me back, putting a hand on my shoulder and adding to the suction, but as my hand lowered to cup her ass, she pushed back, giving off a simple, “Don’t.”

She pushed back, but softly, her body trembling in my arms. Her head turned from a second kiss, but with her head resting against my chest. I held the girl close, my hand only increasing the grab I had on her butt while I gave soft kisses to the side of her head and cheek while reminding her how hot I thought she looked.

Sandy softened, saying something like, “You don’t really know me.”

Thing is, her eyes were closed, she’d stopped trying to escape from my embrace, and she seemed far more worried about her own personal history rather than untrusting of the kind of guy I was. All of which told me I was halfway to heaven.

Part of me was telling me to go slow, to kiss and love and woo this fragile little girl who was obviously going through a rough relationship I knew far too little about. Yeah, that was a possibility, but some other part of me reminded my dick that the girl had lots of experience. Sandy knew what she was in for, knew what I wanted and knew that I knew how good she was at giving it. Apologies could come later. Right there, lifting Sandy up by her ass and locking my mouth with hers for another deep kiss, I decided to fuck first and deal with the consequences after the fact.

My balls were full and in need, days having gone by without me even bothering with a solo job at the sink. I was debating what my next move could be when Sandy again tried to push me away, breathlessly telling the room that I didn’t understand and that she wanted to wait. Wait? Wait for what? I just didn’t have the patience for those kinds of games and moved forward with what counted most in my mind at the time.

With my hands holding her up by her thinly clad ass cheeks, I pulled her face back toward me to suck on her tongue and then moving a couple of fingers under the edge of her panties. A lush warm wetness welcomed my fingers, indicating the girl’s own need.

I took a step over towards the couch, setting Sandy down while finally making a move to feel her chest. Sandy paused, seeming to physically yearn for me to do more, but then she pushed at me again and tried to stand up and turn away. It was an easy thing to use her movement to turn Sandy around, bending her over the side of the couch.

As I held her against the armrest, I pushed one hand under her top, easily finding her perfectly adequate tits and giving the nipples of each a light squeeze. Just from that one feel I could tell the girl had matured, her conical tits having grown some, filling out to an extent that I more than ever wanted to kiss and suck on each of her breasts.

Sandy moaned my name and some other stuff and when she felt my lower hand pull her panties to the side, she turned her head and tried to move away with a loud “No”, filling my ears.

Thankfully, she was trapped between my crotch and the couch. When she tried to bring a knee up and crawl over the armrest, I pushed her short skirt up and pulled back on her panties. In one heartbeat I tore off the hip strap of the panties and in another heartbeat my hands had pulled apart my belt and the front snap of my jeans. Another second had me roughly pulling out the hardened length of flesh that had guided me for the previous ten minutes.

All the rest was easy. With one hand pulling up on Sandy’s left thigh, I played the hood of my cock through her thick and engorged labia, assuring myself of the girl’s warm wet interior. She was telling me to stop, hitting back at me with a fist and struggling against the hold I had on her, but there was no doubt as to what her body really wanted from me. She was wet, her pussy lush and warm and wanting, and nothing could have stopped me from fulfilling what I knew both of us needed.

I heard the words, felt her heel hit my leg, but the girl knew what was coming when she allowed me into her house, and I wasn’t in the mood for games. After playing the tip of my dick through her steaming wet slit a few times, I finally got down to business, raising her ass up a little higher and levering open the girl’s vaginal gateway.

We groaned in union at my entrance, the slick wetness and hot flesh wrapping around my cock letting me know just how right it was for me to be inside this girl. Part of me was aware of how loose her twat was, especially when compared to a piece of bush like Terri. Sure, I knew Terri wasn’t a virgin, even back on that day in her bedroom. The girl had obviously enjoyed the attention of a boyfriend before I’d ever drugged and filled her hole.

Sandy was completely different, something I knew from the first round we’d had with each other on Terri’s bed. There was still plenty of joy to be had at pushing my cock between Sandy’s legs, but with her pussy leaking juice, it only took a half-dozen easy thrusts to bottom out inside the girl. No doubt the girl had lots of experience with lots of other guys. She obviously had a boyfriend, a serious relationship, and one that required nightly benefits. That or she’d fucked her way through a hundred bananas before I’d ever met her.

Not that I cared. Sandy was hot and wet and ready for a fuck, and at the time I really didn’t care if she had more experience than Terri or even Joyce. I was getting just enough cock-loving suction from fucking the girl’s pussy to fantasize about chaining the little slut to the foot of my bed for the next year. As I ground my balls into Sandy’s ass and thrust hard and deep a few more times, I realized the girl also had a hole deep enough to take on half the city. Terri’s pretty little snatch could only comfortably hold half of my length, but Sandy was begging for more even as I pulled her ass cheeks wide and ground myself into her thighs. Wet and fuckable and very willing. Made me wonder why I’d listened to Terri and tried to be patient with Fern.

Sexist asshole? Maybe, but after the first couple minutes Sandy had stopped trying to fight me and had started pushing her ass back, giving out a high pitched squeal every time my balls slapped her bare ass. Feeling the hood of my cock beginning to burn, I tried to slow the fuck by pushing my fingers around and down into Sandy’s front. I was hoping to do a nice slow fuck as my fingers massaged her clit, but the angle wasn’t right.

Even with my cock making itself at home inside of Sandy’s wet hole I was looking to the future. The girl was everything a randy older guy like me needed on a daily basis. Cute and fuckable and very much wanting to be fucked. Rather than a fast flooding of the girl’s interior and running off while my juice was still dribbling down her thighs, I right then decided Sandy was very much worth keeping as a good go-to fuck for times of need. Maybe Fern would pan out, and maybe Joyce would start knocking on my door in the middle of the night, but until then Sandy seemed the perfect little garden for me to plough up and plant some billions of seed inside of on a weekly basis.

With that selfish thought in mind, I found it tiring to hold up and fuck Sandy’s dripping wet tush. That’s when I tried to move us both to the side, but while maneuvering her onto the middle of the couch, I came unlatched from her warm and wet interior. She took the opportunity to turn around and face me, her mouth open, face covered in perspiration, but she didn’t try to move away. It was as though she was waiting to see what more I’d do with her and I was happy to go down the list.

I was kneeling on the floor, Sandy slumped into the couch, her dress pushed up and furry box waiting for me to make use of her. I think I surprised Sandy when I lifted her legs up, ass high, and pushed my face deep within her thighs. She was wet, her slit flooded with her feminine juice, and I slurped it up while tonguing and nibbling on her clit. Like every young girl I’d gone down on, Sandy’s cum was light and tasty. Terri’s was the most delicious, like sweet wine, but Sandy’s slit was already overflowing with her delicious secretions and I happily drank my fill.

The girl pretended to be surprised with the feel of my tongue pushing down her hole and doing long strokes up her slit, but within a minute she was scissoring her legs around my head and giving off moans. Another minute and those moans had turned to loud shrieks. She tried to push my head away from where my teeth had latched onto her clit, but I wouldn’t let go. Just drank the girl down, forcing her into another orgasm with my tongue as my hands fumbled with her top and brought her breasts to light.

Really nice tits. I was kneeling on the edge of the couch, Sandy’s legs and ass held high, her face forced to look up at the nasty things I was doing between her thighs. With just a glance down at Sandy’s chest, I could see that there was more weight in each of her breasts, gravity barely pulling their increased heft down. They were rounder and more full than I remembered, making me even more desirous of making sure Sandy would want me to come back in the near future.

It was another five minutes of drinking down Sandy’s liquid goodness before my neck became so tired I couldn’t continue. I looked down from where my chin rested within the pool of feminine cum that had formed within her fleshy slit, I was able to see her beautiful tits and just below them Sandy’s face. Her eyes were closed, mouth gasping for air, one hand wrapped around my very frustrated dick. Drops and splatters of her cum showed on her face and tits, though much more had been swallowed down by me or was soaking into the dress that remained wrapped around her waist. The girl had filled the room with screams of joy three times and I figured that it was about time she repaid me for a job well done.

It was an easy thing to move Sandy’s bare ass onto the couch and insert myself between her legs. My shirt was still on, but my hips were free to move deep into Sandy’s thighs. She was looking directly into my eyes when my cock levered her hole open and I pushed in. She put a hand out to my head, moved one knee a little wider, and moaned in deep appreciation as I settled onto her almost naked body.

It was so easy to push into Sandy. The girl’s twat had obviously gotten a lot of exercise before I’d ever forced her open some months before, and there was no doubt she’d had someone keeping her warm every day and night ever since. I didn’t really care. All I could focus on was the bubbling cauldron of flesh between Sandy’s legs and feeling my hard throbbing pole slide so easily into her made me moan in appreciation.

I scrunched myself up so that I could kiss Sandy, share a mouthful of the girl’s own cum with her, and then stretch out over her hot little body and fuck her silly. Hands down to her tight ass, one foot on the floor by the couch, and I set to with long hard unforgiving thrusts. Any other girl, except maybe Joyce or Linda, would have told me to back off, but Sandy pulled my head in tight and opened her legs a little wider.

Fucked the girl. Fucked her hard, filling the room with the nasty noise of a hard relentless fuck both of us were in need of. No other way to put it than that I pumped hard and deep into a pussy that wanted me almost as much as I needed her. Deep, wet, hot, and just firm enough to give a wonderful massage to my cock with every thrust into her. Two or maybe five minutes on and both Sandy and I were sweating from the exertion of the hard sex.

Normally I’d have unloaded and been settled into the girl’s open legs, letting the last of my cum dribble as deep within her loins as I could push my dick. But even with all my excitement at being with Sandy again, my cock seemed to have numbed up and I couldn’t quite reach a climax. Might have been the soft couch and bad angle, my thrusts into Sandy just not giving me enough friction. Nothing against Sandy’s well-used vagina. She was firm enough. I just needed to change things up a bit.

It was an easy thing to slow and then slide myself off the couch, kneeling on the floor but this time with Sandy still impaled on my dick. I took a moment to push off her top and bra, giving me more total access to the girl’s beautiful tits. Her skirt remained crumpled around her waist, but that didn’t bother me. Raising myself up on my knees, each hand holding tight to one of her ass cheeks, I began humping up, pulling Sandy’s ass down onto my cock while I pushed up.

I felt something, a nice bit of friction on the tip of my cock. Sandy felt it too, her eyes opening, one hand reaching out to touch my arm. She even leaned back into the back of the couch, lifting her ass and pressing down as I humped up with my hips. No doubt the girl was into it, was as needy as I was, and that made the fuck all the better.

It was only a short while later but I was feeling the strain in my arms and hips. My cock was really starting to heat up when Sandy let loose with a loud set of shrieks that the neighbors must have heard. She really went wild, pushing down with her hips and trying to fuck my rising cock like I was just sitting still. There wasn’t any tightening of her twat with the orgasm, something I’d come to love about fucking Joyce, but the girl let loose with a flood of hot juice. Her climax released a river of her cum that began dripping down my cock and to the floor.

After a wild minute with Sandy flailing and screaming and slapping at my arms, she settled back into the couch like a rag doll. I took the opportunity to rise up and lay myself on the couch. Nestled between Sandy’s thighs, I was able to relax and focus on my own needs. Only another minute of fucking and my climax rose fast and hot, the hood of my cock feeling like it was about to melt from the heat.

Can’t remember an orgasm that ever felt so good. I almost screamed when the first jet of cum erupted into Sandy. I didn’t pause to enjoy the moment. Just kept up the fuck, short but hard thrusts into the girl as I reveled in the feeling of my balls emptying into her. I was surprised when my groans of completion were joined by Sandy as she seemed to coo or moan. Her arms pulled me in, even wrapping her legs around my waist. As I finished up inside of her and ground my balls deep into her crotch, she began giving soft kisses to my chest. That was nice.