Chapter 27

I have a lot to say about Sandy. Many good and lusty memories about everything I did with the girl. Yet there’s even more I could say concerning what I learned about her. What she did, what she was doing, and maybe even some things she didn’t ever openly admit about herself. Still, most of my memories of Sandy come straight from her mouth, her rambling discourse about who she was and how she’d gotten that way.

No apologies from her, no condemnation (something rare for a girl). Just rambling words of confession that never asked for forgiveness.

And given all I did with her and all that she, perhaps unintentionally admitted in her soft voice, she’s the only girl of my past I wish I could have done more for. Wherever she is, I really hope life is treating her well, or at least more fairly.

After that morning in her house, soaking her couch with our combined juices and almost breaking her bed in half with another hour of lust-filled exertion, we mutually agreed that we couldn’t live without fucking each other silly at least twice a week. Never said that out loud, but we quickly developed a pattern and altered our routines so that we could pull each other in for shared release and the exchanging of viscous body fluids.

I quickly came to recognize some things about Sandy. Most important was knowing when to throw the girl down, rip off her clothes, and fuck her long and hard and without abandon. That was done often, even if not as often as I wanted, but done in tune with the girl’s unspoken desires and, just as often, in time with her high-pitched demands.

Silly, but it often came down to Sandy biting her lip. We’d meet and talk a little, maybe a soft touch and short kiss, and any further actions depended on how she reacted. Often, though not always, she’d act a bit shy and unsure and bite her lip and look at me sideways and even push my hand off her ass. All this while her body shuddered from my touch and her mouth kissed me and her teeth bit into my flesh with my first act of demanding penetration.

She liked that, loved the bonding from being impaled on my cock, whimpered and moaned and shrieked from our union of minutes and hours, over days and months. The girl was an incredible fuck with an intense need of her own to fuck back even harder than I could give it to her.

All that from a slight glance and the biting of her lip. But other times we’d meet and I’d touch her and shove down her shorts and push myself under her panties, and she’d just lean back and give off a sigh. You know, like a sigh of exasperation, or maybe a sigh of boredom, and no matter how long the fuck or intense my groan of completion with a full dose of my cum erupting inside of her, Sandy would just lay there.

I hated that. I mean, screwing some only slightly interested half drunk and semi-conscious girl in my car after a party was fine. Anything to relieve the pressure in my balls and have yet one more set of tits and warm pussy to muse about the following day. That was a part of life as a single man in modern America.

But I knew Sandy, knew what a cock hungry little slut she could be, and getting a mere shrug and uncaring nod from her bothered me to no end.

Within a month I’d figured her out and developed a plan of action. Whenever Sandy bit her lip and gave me the eye and perked up her ass, I made sure to drill the girl halfway to the center of the earth. Cock and fingers and tongue and then more cock, and all in the hope that after two hours of hard sex she’d be sucking my cum-slathered dick back into shape for a third or fourth bout on one of our beds.

But whenever she was listless and simply willing to do whatever I wanted to do, I’d stop. Then I’d tell Sandy how pretty she was, how much I wanted her, and how I wanted to listen to her voice. Maybe while I slowly rubbed off inside of her firm ass cheeks, or maybe while eating a late breakfast at some diner. Maybe while walking through a park. I just knew that when she wasn’t in the mood, the best thing I could do to assure a more welcoming and cock-hungry pussy in the future was to touch softly and listen to Sandy talk.

It’s probably no secret to all men out there that girls like to talk. Sadly, girls like to talk a lot more than fuck. They might like talking about love and romance, but hard and dirty sex seems to be one thing they claim to be disgusted by and are willing to give out in only small portions. Sandy was a little different in that she could fuck as much as any girl I’d ever met, maybe doubly so, but she also liked to talk. And allowing her to talk, listening to her instead of just forcing her legs open and walking away once I’d emptied myself into her, came to be an almost golden guarantee that at our next meeting she’d be hot and demanding rights to drain my balls in a dozen different ways.

More than a dozen, and as long as I held back and let Sandy match me orgasm for orgasm, she allowed me full access to her body with the hope for mutual benefit and reward. I went slow at first, careful not to break the tender young girl who seemed on the outside innocent of all but a kiss and a wayward touch to her outstanding ass. But with each meeting I pushed the boundary a little, and each time she growled back and pushed it a little harder.

Like me wanting Sandy to suck me dry, or more preferably to clean my cock of our accumulated cum after I’d pumped her pussy with a full load of seed. Then a suck, starting with a shallow use of her tongue to harden me up before going full deep throat and fucking me with her face until I climaxed, long hard jets of my cum shooting straight into her stomach. Not until I woke from the mind-bending orgasm would I realize the girl still had my cock in her mouth. No longer deep in her throat, but still lapping at my somewhat softened dick, gasping for air with each loving suck to my well-exercised cock.

The first time she did that was a surprise. I thought she wasn’t into doing mouth-jobs, but in fact she was fine with them as long as the guy, like me, didn’t force the issue. On that particular day I’d enjoyed one long fuck with the girl, hips pounding hard and deep into her open thighs. It was a good fuck but I was ready for more. She wasn’t, but instead of rolling her eyes and telling me to get lost, she acted on her own to be really really nice to me by giving me that deep throat. Pretty incredible.

The girl was full of surprises, but each revelation coming slowly and in unexpected ways. Within a month I found she liked being held down and loosely tied, a bit of bondage being fun, but no rough stuff. A few slaps to her ass were fine, but no more. She seemed only mildly accepting of me going anal on her one afternoon, but after I settled in and slipped a couple of fingers up her empty hole, she had one hell of an orgasm and seemed sad when my cock softened and slid out from her rear. Of course the real reason for her renewed enthusiasm was more due to the deep finger work I did inside of her vagina than any lack of experience from being butt fucked.

While my cock was still deep up her ass, my seed being wasted as cum seeped into her rectum, Sandy had turned her head, sweat dripping from her brow, and said, “Fuck. How’d you do that? Thought it was just going to be another anal, but that was good, Louis. Anytime. Good job.”

Then she’d collapsed back into the bed, leaving my cock still attached to her rear and my ego at an all time high. No guy has ever gotten enough complements from girls for giving a good fuck.

After a few weeks of meet-ups, I found time and money to take Sandy out for something other than just a quick meal. But, lecherous jerk that I was, as we were leaving for the restaurant I surprised her with a small but soft and flexible dildo. She didn’t fight me too much, groaning and leaning into my chest as I pushed the virgin-phallus into her vagina, fully lubricated with our earlier sexual union. Sandy growled some displeasure at having to walk around with the thing inside of her, but when we returned home she was also demanding another hour of attention with my own piece of flesh and blood. My kind of slut.

It was maybe only a week later that I went a little further, doing something I hadn’t thought to do with anybody since Jasmine many months before. We were taking a shower, cleaning off our accumulated cum, when I turned Sandy around and began feeding my hardened cock through her most wonderfully firm butt cheeks. She told me not to do any anal and I complied, simply bending her into the shower wall and filling her always hungry pussy while pounding into her ass with my naked hips. For all my violence Sandy was into it and since it was my third foray of the day inside of her it took a good while before I was able to climax. By then she’d screamed out her own visceral release and we wound up happy at the result.

Then I let my lurid lusts for the girl go over a cliff. Attached to the girl, my cock softening, my lust for Sandy perhaps greater than my cock and balls could properly handle, I decided to take her and make use of her body in yet another nasty unspeakable way.

Cock soft but still in place within her cum-filled cunt, I relaxed and began relieving another of my needs. My bladder emptied, my urine filling the girl, and it was no surprise for her head to snap up and voice to squeal and one hand to slap back at me. Then a moan, and after the fight had gone out from her, my bladder almost empty, Sandy pushed her as back, making sure as much of my softened dick as possible remained inside of her.

And at some time during the nasty exchange of liquids, as I leaned over Sandy and held her close and kissed her wet hair, she whispered the name, “Albert.”

That’s right. Grinding her ass back and begging for more, she asked for Albert, whoever the hell he was.

With she shower water turning cold I finally pulled out, a small river of acrid yellow running out of Sandy and down the drain. We cleaned and dried and returned to her room, only for her to remain quiet and listless. I worried that I’d gone too far. I knew the girl to be a slut of the best kind, but I also knew too well that she had a tender side. No way did I want to hurt or disgust the one girl with the one cock-loving pussy I knew I could always trust to be in need of just a few hundred million more sperm.

I really didn’t want to lose the girl, and fearing that perhaps I’d gone too far with her, I cuddled with Sandy on her cum-soaked bedding and pulled her in and covered her neck and cheeks with a dozen soft kisses.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I just feel so good with you. So free and alive. Wish you didn’t always have to go to school or stay with your mom. Wish I was always with you. Hope you’re okay.”

Saying so much without saying much of anything was a specialty of mine and I didn’t expect much of an answer, but this lewd act in the shower seemed to loosen Sandy’s cork and this is when the torrent of past deeds began.

“It’s fine,” Sandy said, touching my hand. “It was just such a surprise. I mean, it’s happened before. You know, with guys, but all of a sudden I had this feeling of being with a guy I knew.:

“Albert,” I whispered, more as a question than an answer. I didn’t expect more, but then the dam broke.

“Albert. Shit,” she continued, her shoulders tightening. “Shouldn’t tell you, but you’re kind of alike. You know, like slapping my ass and pushing stuff up me and tying me up. He always liked to hold me down, maybe have Vicky sit on me while he did stuff. Then he’d do stuff like that, doing me in the tub before peeing in me. He even did it up my ass. Said it would clean me out. That made Ben laugh. I’d always thought Ben was the nice one, but there he was doing the same thing, like copying Albert but down my throat. Jerk.”

Sandy went silent and I thought I’d lost her to some bizarre memory of her past. And then out of nowhere she giggled at something I couldn’t ever see or know and without me coaxing her any further, Sandy told me far more than I think she was going to. She started with her visiting cousins, then with details about Albert, and then afterwards, and then on and on. I was always there to listen, willing to lay with her, even with my balls only partially satisfied from being let loose on her tits or within her ass cheeks. Later in the week she’d be back, more demanding than ever, neither of us bringing up the personal details she’d confessed to me days before.

“Who’s Albert,” I whispered on that first day, both balls and bladder empty, my fingers tracing the inside of Sandy’s thigh. “Was he special to you? Your first?”

“I’m not sure,” Sandy said, speaking more to herself than to me. “Not really sure which one of my cousins broke me. Might have been either one of them, but it doesn’t really matter. I thought about it a lot back then, and it was Ben who whispered out to me that he felt happy about being my first, but I’m still not sure.”

That confused me, pulling Sandy close and rubbing my fingers up and around her ass, wondering how a girl could not know who her first guy was. Mention of her cousins sure peaked my interest. I kissed her hair and ear and tried to think up the right way to ask when she continued on her own.

“You see, that was back when my mom and dad were still together. Her sister had come down with my cousins, Ben and Albert and Vicky. My grandmother was sick but in another state and my father got talked into taking care of all of us while my mom and aunt went up to take care of their mom. Dad said he didn’t care as long as us kids did the housework and didn’t take over our one home computer. With that my mom disappeared and I suddenly had three new siblings.

“The guys were older. Ben had just graduated from high school but he was still a couple years younger than my brother. I think they’d totally left their old house so none of them had a place to live anyway. I guess he didn’t have a job so my aunt insisted he come down to help my dad keep an eye on Albert and Vicky. He didn’t seem to mind. Albert was only a junior in high school and Vicky was a month younger than me. They were big and loud and all over the place while I was kind of quiet even back then. Well, when I say ‘back then’ I’m really just talking about two or three years ago.

“Vicky and I were both getting ready to go into the ninth grade so we clicked pretty quickly. The guys usually stayed together, just hanging out or watching sports and video games and running around together and all that. Sometimes Vicky got wild with them, like singing along to music they liked or riding the bicycles they’d brought with them, but mostly she and I stayed together. It was a fun time, like having a sister.

“But what mattered was what we did at night. Half the time we watched videos or were doing stuff on our phones. Dad would go to bed first, always telling us to keep the noise down and not mess up the kitchen. Vicky and I would sleep in my double bed while the boys had to sleep on a mattress in the living room. At least that’s the way it was for the first week.

“It started with Vicky from almost the first night. We talked, about boys and love and she asked about my past boyfriends and if we’d ever kissed and stuff. Then she began touching me in the most amazing ways. I wasn’t even clear on what a lesbian was, but Vicky’s touches were like nothing I’d ever known. She’d kiss my neck and then suck on my nipples and then go lower, always asking if a boy had ever done that with me.

“I was clueless and didn’t know what she was doing but it was incredibly new and different. She tied me up that first night, like just for fun, but then she touched me and kissed me. I pretended to hate it and she made me promise to be quiet if she let me go. I think I fell in love with her that first night. Stupid, of course. I laugh at it now, but she was like a goddess to me that first month.

“She never made me do stuff but I found myself doing it with her anyway. Especially with her top, like kissing her breasts. She was younger but she was taller and hers were bigger than mine and I really enjoyed sucking on them. It wasn’t anything I’d ever thought of doing, but then it became something I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“She and I grew really close and I thought that was what having a sister was all about. I thought that would be it. Most amazing summer ever. But then the boys wanted some. Maybe only a few days into their being there, with Vicki and me holding each other, Ben slipped into my bed and pulled me in close. I was embarrassed at first, at being caught with Vicki. But then Ben started doing the same things and I didn’t know what to do.

“The only reason I didn’t scream is because Vicky was on the other side of me, kissing me and telling me Ben just liked me and wanted to kiss me too. Ben was nice, saying nice things about how he liked me, but we were all naked and he began feeling my breasts and putting his hands in my crotch. I went kind of crazy knowing a man was doing that with me. When I struggled Vicky held me tight and told me to relax, kissing me again and saying it would be alright.

“Without me even seeing it or knowing it, Ben pushed his dick between my thighs. I don’t think he got inside me that first night. I just know that he got hard and humped my thighs for a while and groaned and made Vicky laugh. That’s when Ben was nice, holding me and whispering some more about how much he liked me. He even pulled my hand down to feel his penis. I’d seen them before on the computer, but his dick was the first I’d ever touched. It was all wet and sticky but Vicky seemed to like it. She rubbed my hands on her chest and then sucked on my fingers. And all that time, Ben was there behind me, telling me how special I was.

“Ben kissed me some more and we all talked together about me and sex and stuff. But then, after he left, Albert came in and did the same thing. You know, just rub off on me, but inside my butt cheeks. That made Vicky laugh. She said Albert always did it that way.

“I would have gone crazy if Vicky hadn’t been there to hold me and tell me how much her brothers cared for me. She said she’d done it with other boys and that it was kind of normal. For me every minute was brand new. I was totally clueless and just trusted them.

“Every night after that they’d kiss me, turn me over and kiss my breasts, and tell me how much they liked me. Both of the boys, one after the other, and then they’d rub themselves on me and cover me with their semen. It was crazy and scary and really exciting and through it all Vicky let me know how lucky I was to have the love of both of her brothers. She was always there, with her brothers holding me and then afterwards, just her and me.”

My brain was filled to overflowing. Sure, my cock was hard from what Sandy was telling me, but I had to speak up and get some clarification.

“So, all three of your cousins, a girl and two older guys, all sleeping with you. And we’re talking about these guys cuming on you. Wow. They didn’t hurt you did they? And just having fun, like losing a load onto you once in a while. But did you ever have real sex?”

“Yeah, like all the time,” said Sandy with an edge to her voice. “You’re a guy, Louis. What do you think? Within a week we were all sleeping together. Never had a night to myself after that, some part of a guy always being between my legs. First on my bed, but it was easier to pull all the bedding onto the floor and sleep there. Did that all summer.

“Well, not so much sleep as play around, but it got real serious real fast. Somewhere in there, in the darkness, with everybody kissing, one of the guys slipped his dick inside of me. I knew it because it was so uncomfortable, but I didn’t know what to say. I tried to move away but I just rolled onto my chest with him on my back. He kept moving inside of me and I just froze, trying to figure out what was happening. Didn’t even really figure it out until it was all over.

“I think it was Ben, coming from behind me, but I couldn’t be real sure. It’s just that he was so big and thick it was hard to imagine him being in me. Not for my first time. That seemed impossible. Except that after that I remember Albert rolling me over and laying on top of me. I know I struggled and looked around for Vicky, but Albert held me down and didn’t stop until he groaned and finished.

“Vicky was there the whole time, talking to me, holding my hand, and after Alfred had rolled off we talked together like it was all a normal thing. Ben tried to be nice, talking soft while laying next to me, but then he pulled my leg over his and was inside of me again. I don’t think we got any sleep that night. Vicky was always there, talking to me or the boys, but one of the boys was always with me too.

“That’s how it started. The guys started spending all night with me and Vicky, all of us getting naked and under the sheets and playing around until nobody had any energy left. First just basic sex, as though getting hard and cuming inside me was something all guys and girls did. Then them showing me how to kiss and suck and make their dicks hard again for more play.”

This is when Sandy came out of her story, as though rousing from a dream, turning to look at me and saying, “Nobody else does this, right? Nobody has ever told me anything like this, but I’ve never told anybody either. Maybe it happens to everybody. Maybe this kind of shit really was normal.”

Sandy wasn’t asking me a question, not directly, but I felt I had to say something. A hundred memories flashed past me. Ronnie and her brother, me and my aunt, Alyssa and her uncle, and then those mentions by Joyce of her own relationship with a cousin in Florida. Didn’t know anything about her uncle or Fern’s father then, but I tried to give soft assurances to Sandy of how everybody’s first time was different. Being wooed by one cousin was probably done on every city block, but three cousins all trapping Sandy in a small bed and making use of her small body made me a little angry. All I could do is tell Sandy not to worry about other people and that I cared for her far more than her cousins ever did

I really wanted to know more about the cousin she’d mentioned, the one named Albert, but in my own cowardly way I simply tried to get her talking again by asking about her relationship with Vicky.

“It was fun at first, but mostly because Vicky was always there. For the first couple of weeks I really liked having her with me, like holding her hand and even having her kiss me when one of her brothers was in me. That made it more fun than scary. It was like we were doing it together. Even after the guys had finished and gone to sleep, she and I would do stuff and then talk about it. It was like having a sister to talk with and share things with.

“I don’t think we were ever lesbian,” she said, softly but with an impact that made me perk up my ears. “We were always with the guys, but it was always so nice to hold each other afterwards. We knew everything the other did, and what the guys did with us. We could talk and then touch and hold each other in ways the guys couldn’t. Touching and tasting her was something I haven’t done with many girls. I guess I should remember that and thank her for that.

“After a while it just became normal, sleeping with the guys and doing stuff with them. Crazy normal. Every night, after my dad went to bed, we’d do all sorts of things. Vicky was always there, but after a while she and I started sleeping separately, either on the bed or the floor. She helped sometimes, like when the guys wanted me to suck on their cocks. I thought that was too strange to do, but then Vicky showed me how.