Chapter 28

Some things I really liked about Sandy.

First was that while most girls considered young men like me to be over-sexed creeps, Sandy was able to understand that I had certain needs that only she could relieve.

I of course preferred the rare weeks when I had five hours alone with her, both of us naked and making great physical demands of the other. More often at her place, sometimes at mine, and then other times spread around at the homes and on the couches or in the bedrooms of various friends. Her very needy pussy and my demanding cock and balls seemed to be made for each other.

And yet, even those times she wasn’t in the mood, after a long walk while holding hands or sitting on the couch and talking about life or work, she was okay with allowing me five minutes of soft and gentle use of her tender body. Most often from behind, like bending Sandy over my back seat or the side of the couch. That way I could most efficiently but wonderfully relieve the pressure in my balls while hardly even mussing her dress or hair.

Later that night I could lie alone in my cold bed, thinking of her words and stories, lulled by her soft whispering voice, and reassured at the thought of my many ounces of semen then marinating deep within her pussy. For being so long and often used and abused, Sandy was a very giving and understanding girl.

Another thing I liked about Sandy was that she liked to talk. Not mean or salacious stuff like so many girls. Walking around or while eating or while cuddling after sex, she’d talk, her tongue softly relating what her mind happened to be in the middle of. She liked to comment on her personal thoughts out loud. I think what made me special to her, more than just my similarity to her cousin Albert and the good times we had in bed, was that I learned to listen.

As a girl, her stories were always a little mixed up, or wildly crazy and often didn’t connect one paragraph to the next. But as a good listener who enjoyed coaxing her along while holding her hand on a walk or lapping at one of her maturing breasts, I came to have some sense of all that Sandy was talking about.

Like that simple story about life with her cousins over that summer just before she entered high school. It took her almost three weeks to get through that. In the middle of her confession about her cousins, she off-handedly referred to a long term affair with a guy she’d met in the same park Ben and Vicky frequented. Much later she swung back to what she’d done just after her cousins left, and then back to some controlling college girl who introduced Sandy to selling sex on the internet. It all connected in her mind and I just took it as it came from her mouth. She needed to talk, and I, for my own selfish reasons, was happy to hold her and listen.

It wasn’t unusual for Sandy to bring up an important part of her past, opening up some hidden part of her, only for her to shrug, toss the detail to the side, and then jump to some other topic.

Like the day we’d been driving past a popular part of the city, where river and trees and park and winding road made it seem like the middle of the city was more than just a short five minute drive away. Sandy off-handedly said something about not liking to be there alone and then saying it beat having to stay home alone with her father.

I knew enough to stay shut-up about her abusive dad, but just two hours later, the girl filled to the brim with my liquid desire, I asked why the park affected her so much.

She shrugged and turned away and I thought she’d change the subject, but then Sandy dropped into a deep hole and lost herself in the past.

“The park can be scary, especially when a girl’s alone. Easier to just walk the mall or pretend to be a college student and walk around campus with a coke. But that’s kind of what made it so fun. When my cousins left, I just felt alone, like they’d deserted me. I mostly missed them and their friendship, but I was missing the sex too. It was nice to hold another person close at night. I wasn’t even aware of how weird or unusual it all was until they were gone.

“I think it was more out of loneliness than for the sex that I started hanging around that same park and looking for Vicky’s boyfriend. Not that I wanted to get with him. Even Vicky thought he was kind of old. When I went to the park I was just hoping to find a guy to hang out with, but maybe somebody a little younger. Sure, I knew there would be sex, like what I did with Ben and Albert, but that just seemed a normal kind of thing to me then. Sex, but maybe also some fun and talk and friendship.

“Met a guy really fast, hanging out in that big parking lot by the picnic area. Just talked for a while and he took me out to eat something. Probably just a burger and fries. Hard to remember. But then he parked and started kissing me and it was nothing for me to just do what I’d done with my cousins over the summer. Only in the back seat for an hour, but he was nice and it was kind of fun, so I met him again the next weekend.

“Thought that would be it, a nice romance with an older guy. School had started but no way I’d admit any of this to my friends. It was just so nice to hold a guy and not be alone. That fell apart pretty fast. I think it was just the third time I arranged to meet him behind the mall and he was with a bunch of other guys. They were friendly, but I’ve gotten to know what guys are like. I can look back now and see their eyes and smiles and how the one guy always had his hand on my ass.

“Clueless me was about to climb into a car and head to a party they wanted me to go to when some cops rode up. On bicycles. Can you believe it? A man and a woman cop on bikes. They didn’t do anything to me but tell me to get home, like I was just some little kid. But now, looking back, those cops saved my ass. That’s also how I met Eddie.

“I was cutting through the parking lot going toward home when a couple of other guys started following me. I hadn’t said anything to them. They just started making comments and telling me what they were going to do to me. I got real scared, maybe mostly because I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt, top or bottom, just the way Albert used to like it. I’d really only dressed like that for that one guy, but it also allowed anybody behind me to see more than I’d meant to. I knew something was going to happen and I really didn’t know what to do.

“And then I saw Eddie waving goodbye to a guy at the edge of the lot and I pretended I knew him and walked over and leaned against his old truck and started talking to him. He looked at me like I was crazy, then saw the two dudes who were staring at me just a few cars away, and he knew right away that I needed some help. Told me to get in and asked where I needed to go. Left the two creeps in the dust and it was like I started a whole new life.

“When Eddie asked me where I lived I came right out and told him I didn’t want to go home. Didn’t get into the whole thing about my dad. Mom had left to spend another couple of weeks with my grandmother and that’s when my dad made his move on me. No way I wanted to go home but I wasn’t sure what else I could do. I just shrugged and told this big stranger I didn’t want to go home. So he drove me to his place, told me to relax, and made dinner. Some kind of stir fry with beef and veges and rice. Pretty good.

“Afterwards we washed the dishes, talked about my school and his work and stuff, and it suddenly got really weird. Like him sitting next to me and not knowing what to do and me not wanting to say or do anything. Really uncomfortable, like the worst date ever. That’s when I kind of moved forward on the couch, reaching for my soda, just enough so any idiot could see my butt was totally naked. That’s when he took control. Touched me and gave my neck a kiss, and when I didn’t say anything he pulled on my arm and I moved into his chest. He made it real clear what he was going to do if I didn’t go home and I just nodded and snuggled into him.

“Hardly knew the guy, but it took maybe all of ten seconds before he’d pulled me onto his lap and had me straddle his crotch while he ripped off my top and began kissing my chest. I was so relieved that he’d finally made his move I didn’t even mind all his sweat or his smell of car oil or anything. It came to be kind of a turn-on, like Eddie’s special kind of cologne, sweat and gas and oil. Right then, that first time, it was a comfort to know I wouldn’t have to go back and be alone with my dad.”

Sandy had told me this while we were still cuddling. Sadly, while I was waiting for more details about just what she did with Eddie, she skipped the good stuff and focused on what only girls could care about.

“He was big and burly. Dirty fingernails, smelled of oil. Some kind of mechanic at some shop. The only reason he was in that parking lot was to sell some piece of a car engine to someone. Good luck for me. Got to stay with him all that night and the weekend. When the school week began I waited for my dad to go to work and packed a bag. Late to school that day, but then I didn’t have to see my dad for another three weeks. Only reason I went back is because mom returned and called and wondered where the hell I was. I pretended to have been overnight at a friend’s and no way my dad was going to say I was lying.

“Dad backed me up, nodded along as I said something about a friend from school, and mom told me no more sleepovers during school days. That gave me Eddie on half-days and over the week-ends, but I still had to put up with my dad the other nights.”

“But your mom,” I said, not thinking it through. “She was back. Made it safe for you. Right?”

“More safe, but dad knew I needed him to lie for me on the times I took off for nights away. Every night or two he’d slip into my room. Not so bad. He was usually gone by the time I’d counted to a hundred. It was nasty, but I guess it wasn’t any worse than what Albert had made me do in the van.”

Sandy stopped there, her mind probably scanning a thousand scenarios shared with this man named Eddie, but she said no more. In fact, it wasn’t for another couple of weeks that his name was ever mentioned again. She brought up some story about a neighbor and his far less trust-worthy buddy and then more about a college crowd, but it wasn’t until we were eating burgers at an out-of-town diner that Eddie was mentioned in conversation.

Just burgers and fries and soda, sitting at a table that included a variety of condiment bottles. You’ve seen them, the tall red and yellow and white plastic cylinders with thin nozzles on the end. Sandy was squirting ketchup on her bun when she laughed. Looking around to see nobody was around, she put the nozzle in her mouth and sucked on it a few times.

She must have seen the question marks in my eyes, for Sandy then held the cheap plastic ketchup bottle out to me and said, “How fat are you, Louis? Not like this. The tip of your dick is pretty wide, but your dick not so much. Still, I can barely hold you. Know how fat Eddie was? My mechanic? This fat. And the tip of his dick was almost as small as this nipple. No lie. The first inch of his dick was so small he could screw my ass with me hardly noticing, but then he widened into something like a tree trunk. It took a long time to get used to it.

“Always took a lot of prep time before I could fit him in. Even then, he’d wind up blowing his first load within a few minutes. Doesn’t sound so bad, but he was as wild as you are. When he orgasmed, he just lost all control. Even before I’d properly loosened up he’d be pounding into me and screaming out that he was gonna cum. That was why I could never use my mouth. The guy had no control and no way I could fit my mouth all the way around his dick.”

I pretended nonchalance and shrugged, saying, “So why did you keep going back? Sounds like a jerk, forcing it on you like that.”

“Says the man who just had me do a deep-throat on him two days ago. You know you can get just as wild. It was just the first one of the day we had to be careful about. Once his balls were a little lighter and I’d relaxed a little, he was able to go deep and I was fine. Tried keeping me on top for the first screw of the day, but we’d just wind up on the floor, him nailing me down. Damn.”

Sandy then picked the mayonnaise bottle, much the same soft plastic cylinder as the ketchup bottle, and pointed it at her plate. She squeezed with both hands, a long thin jet of white goo shooting onto her plate. On and on, the string of mayonnaise rising higher and higher on her plate, like a mountain of gooey gunk. After a full minute of doing that, Sandy put the bottle down, stuck her finger in the pile of all-American condiment, and made a great show of licking her finger.

“See that? That’s what Eddie would pump into me on just the first try. No way I could use my mouth, even with me just sucking that little tip of his. Did that a couple of times and I almost suffocated. Between his fat dick filling my mouth and all his cum clogging my throat, I swore I was going to die. Had to stick to simple sex, but that required me teaching the big guy to do more than just fuck while using his big calloused fingers to excite me.

“Kind of embarrassing, you know, having to give lessons to a man who was almost twice my age. Worked out, though. After he’d calmed down a little Eddie could go for an hour on his second or third try. And let me tell you, feeling him empty his balls inside of me was always real eye opening. Every night. Never met another guy like him.”

Sandy’s eyes went blank, looking into the distance, her burger forgotten. I knew she could disappear from me for long periods of time, so I tried to bring her back.

“He sounds like a nice guy, but sort of boring. A car mechanic. I won’t ask you to get into the sex, but how about the rest of life with him? Other than an escape from your father, what’d you get out of it?”

Sandy came back to me, her eyes slowly retreating from the past and joining me in the present.

“Sometimes boring is nice. You know, like a simple normal routine you can always trust. And Eddie was no dummy. He had a wall of books and he read a lot more than he watched screens. We didn’t go out much, every couple of weeks, because he was actually a good cook. Taught me how to make a lasagna.

“Sure, kind of boring in an old-school kind of way. I think he only used his phone as a phone and that truck of his was at least fifty years old. Like he was trying to live as simple as he could, but he had a lot of different sides to him. He wasn’t as simple as some people thought, like him wanting to start his own business and selling stuff online. And he had a bunch of fruit trees out back he used for canning. Good eating when winter hit.

“Then there were way other sides, like a hidden part of him, where he’d go wild. Like lock the doors and hope the neighbors don’t hear kind of wild. Albert could be exhausting and crazy, like always obsessed with me. But Eddie had obsessions and kinks and things and I just kind of got pulled into them.”

Sandy paused, her face contorting slightly, as though a memory had suddenly taken her over.

“Albert was a selfish asshole. He sold me and fucked me with a dildo and used me for fun, but he had limits. Not Eddie. There were some nights where not an hour went by when I didn’t have a boner of some kind inside me. He wasn’t cruel, he never tried to hurt me, but he didn’t have any limits when it came to watching me get fucked and filled and then turned over to have it done again.

“At first, I thought there was something wrong with him, like warped or something. But then I got so into it, like so deep I was drowning, and I started to think the rest of the world was the problem. I’m not sure if I hated having to leave him or having to give up all the stuff we did together. I still wake up in a sweat thinking about it sometimes.”

Then Sandy seemed to remember I was sitting there, watching, listening, my mouth slightly ajar and my hand reaching out for hers. That’s when she shook her head, came back to the present, and said something even more outrageous.

“Yeah. Eddie was one of a kind. You know how you sometimes tell me you’re gonna hose my pussy?”

I blanched, knowing all too well the nasty things I whispered into Sandy’s ear when we were in the middle of sex. Hosing her pussy. Filling her snatch with my cream. Cuming in her so hard she’d have my semen swimming in her all year. That and a thousand other things. Fun when in the middle of a hot bout of sex, but a little embarrassing when brought up in the light of day.

“It’s okay Louis. All guys say it. Eddie did it. I mean literally. You’re built like a fire hose. Sure. But Eddie was built like a fire hydrant, kind of short and really fat, except for that first inch on the tip. Otherwise he wasn’t any longer than my hand. And as fat as my upper arm. I had a pretty good time if he let me loosen up, but his first and even second orgasm always had my eyes wide and disbelieving.

“Yeah. That first night on the couch, he’d rolled me over and was crushing himself between my thighs. His shirt was off. I know that for sure because my face was buried in his chest hair. It was rough fitting him all in, him just forcing his way in, but I was getting something out of it. Weird that my skirt was still on, my legs stretched to their limit while Eddie grunted and pushed his balls into me.

“Then he climaxed. I swear I screamed. It was like he’d shoved a real hose inside me and turned it on full force. It was such a surprise I screamed. Legs kicking out and hands hitting his shoulders while Eddie just settled his big hairy chest onto my face and kept on grunting. Almost smothered me, but all I could really think of while he was laying on me was the feel of him pumping cum into me. Longest cum ever. Made a fucking mess of my skirt.

“Couldn’t really appreciate everything those fat hairy balls of his could pump out until he had me go down on him. Like chugging a quart bottle of beer. Cum was everywhere. Or the time he got off on my tits. Unbelievable. And I swear it looked a lot like that.”

Pointing at the large hill of warming mayonnaise, Sandy rose to toss her paper plate and leftovers into the garbage. I would have felt deflated, maybe less of a man after being compared to the monster she’d been sharing a bed with just a year before. But then I noticed Sandy’s ass as she walked away from me, the way she sashayed from side to side, and the very significant fact that she had taken her panties off and partially stuck them into the side of her purse.

I almost snagged one of the bottles to use on Sandy, but I really didn’t want her to go into deeper comparison with Eddie. Later that same day, moving into night, sharing a friend’s bed for a couple of hours, Sandy gave some more detail about her and Eddie. Other tidbits rose to her mind in later weeks. Even though she was with the man all the way through to New Years, she never talked out the kind of life she had while living as his common law wife. Under age, hiding from her abusive father, lying to her often absent mother, and somehow never letting on to school friends everything she was going through.

Sandy didn’t seem to mind living with an older guy with a simple job and lifestyle. But it was evident that the man’s simple giving nature also had a darker side that Sandy felt uncomfortable with. She claimed that the man, whom she thought to be well over six foot and maybe half as wide, never hurt her and was easy to live with. Yet she recounted with a wistful smile that he was never home more than ten minutes than she was tied up or held down or in some way forced to be impaled on the man’s significant piece of male anatomy.

She admitted to teasing Eddie by walking around half-nude some days, but she always knew what the end result of her teasing would be. She’d get up to that point in the story, and then her smile would fade and her eyes would go blank. And when I tried to bring her back to me, she’d change the subject.

Insane to me, but to Sandy it seemed to have been a wild and exciting kind of life, and her still only 14 years old and a freshman in high school. I always welcomed the stray comment about her time with Eddie, but I never pushed or pried. Being compared to the man’s fire hydrant just once was enough for me.

Then she made the (intentional?) mistake of pulling out a shoe-box of old photographs for me to look through. Old-style photos, square paper pictures of her past life. It mostly included just photos of her family and friends. I think half of them were with her brother. I was most interested in finding pictures of her cousins, but she must have gotten rid of those. Then I came across one of her just a year or two younger, perhaps just entering high school. She was sitting on the porch of some house flanked by two large dogs. She looked happy, an arm around each big hairy hound. Dressed in a short skirt and a colorful frilly top, her hair hanging down in curls, Sandy was beautiful and exuded life, even within this small paper print.

When Sandy entered her bedroom I asked about the photo.

“Let me see,” she said, more than just a question in her rising voice. “Billy and Rufus. Damn.”

“Not yours I’m assuming,” the comment coming out as more of a question.

“No. Eddie’s. Always kept us up half the night. Treated them like his kids and let them sleep with us. Just like a man. They were like an extension of him. Big ol’ wild dogs. Had the run of the house.”

Then I saw fear in Sandy’s face, her eyes flashing to mine and then back to the photograph before she pushed the worn photo into her back pocket and shoved the other many photos under the bed. It was odd in my mind that Sandy had never mentioned Eddie’s dogs, especially given that they seemed to share the house with them. Fine. Dogs were just dogs. But my own experience with Lucy and Fortis had also taught me that sometimes a dog was more than just a mangy old mutt.

One part of the photo I wanted most to ask about was her dress. Not the skirt and top, but the collar around her throat. A dark colored choker. Pretty on her, something a lot of girls wore as an accent to their wardrobe, but Sandy’s had an obvious leash attached to it which hung over her shoulder and down to the steps.

I wanted to know in the worst way but something in Sandy’s eyes, some fear of the past returning to claim her, pulled my words back. I never asked about Eddie again and she never again mentioned his name.

As I’d written before, Sandy meant a lot to me. While I felt no compunctions about Joyce being nailed into the bed by Fortis and a half-dozen other human dicks, I really didn’t want to open any old wounds or force any new harms on Sandy. Yet on more than one night I’ve thought of what it must have taken for Sandy to allow the man to attach a leash to her throat and perhaps use it as a part of role play during their private time together.

I have to admit to growing hard at thoughts of Sandy kneeling before the couch, Eddie holding her head within his crotch while Billy or Rufus took her from behind. No doubt the three of them would have left quite an impression on Sandy while also leaving a huge mountain of viscous white goo dripping onto the rug.

Sandy had only briefly mentioned her parting of ways with Eddie. The idiot had wanted her to move in permanently, and more importantly wanted fourteen year old Sandy to move with him to another state for a job he’d found. It surprised me when Sandy admitted that she had been torn about the decision. In the end, since her dad had left and her mother was demanding she return home, Sandy acted during a moment of sanity, pushing back on Eddie and saying no.

The nice simple man didn’t take the rejection calmly. He locked her in the house for half a week, thankfully during the Christmas break, and only reluctantly let her out after she threatened that her mother would call the police. That simple. Sandy returned home, luggage in hand, and Eddie went on to live whatever life he had chosen for himself. Though I really do wonder what Billy and Rufus had to say about it all.

Darkness followed her thoughts of Eddie. Sandy had always begun her few stories about Eddie with a smile, but always ended with her eyes gazing blankly at a wall, her mind filled with things she could not say or even think when another person was around.

The panty guy was just the opposite. Not my term. Sandy was the one who referred to this early lover of hers as ‘the panty guy.’ It was always obvious that Sandy’s heart would skip a beat when thinking of him, her smile and flush of color remaining long after the topic had been dropped.

The panty story actually started before I’d had an inkling of all the lusty adventures that had taken place at Eddie’s, most of whom Sandy made passing references to but rarely gave details on. It was obvious that she liked bringing up and thinking about and recounting different outings with this panty guy, who turned out to be a known neighbor. Maybe her feelings for this guy were so intense because of what she’d just endured living with Eddie. From life in a wild house exploring secrets Sandy couldn’t speak of with anybody to a young man who seemed to be her dream come true. No wonder she had only wonderful thoughts of her so-called panty guy.

Maybe, but as I’ve noted Her stories never came out in any kind of order.

We’d been watching a rom-com, with more romance than real comedy. At the end of the movie Sandy snuggled into my side and asked right out in the open if I’d ever been in love.

Like most guys I had to do some mental gymnastics and shove some words together, but at the end of it all I had to admit that the answer was both ‘No’ and ‘I’m not sure.’

Sandy didn’t take offense at how I hadn’t thrown her name out and pulled her into a kiss and told her I couldn’t live without her. The girl was too smart for that kind of nonsense. But her question about love had some ground behind it, and as she snuggled closer and, without any encouragement from me, told me about the panty guy.

“I knew Paul from way back. Older than me, out of high school and working and even in college but still living with his parents. I remember him taking me to my first basketball game years back, and just that Christmas he’d dropped by and given me this cute bracelet with lots of different colored stones. I mean, it wasn’t worth anything, but it was really sweet of him to do that.

“Then there was this day we had off from school. Maybe mid-January, middle of winter, and it was really warm, like it was spring. I was walking to a friend’s house and there was Paul, playing with this tiny puppy on his lawn. The thing was so cute. We talked for a while and then went inside his house to make hot chocolate and talk some more.

“It was special. I could feel it in my stomach. Paul was smooth and handsome and older, going to college and working. He was everything the high school guys weren’t. Even before anything happened I felt a connection with Paul and knew he was special.”

I almost interrupted here, wanting to remind Sandy that I was out of high school and handsome and smooth and working and taking an on-line college course. And also living with my parents. So why not talk about me being special? Decided not to go there and just let her talk on.

“I wound up in the front room playing with the puppy. Not Paul’s. His dad had given it to his mother for Christmas but somehow Paul wound up becoming the little guy’s caretaker. We were there together, me with the puppy and him sitting by me, talking together. And all of a sudden he put an arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. That was a shock. It was nice, sure, because he was like some tall older guy, real good looking, but there he was, making a move on me. It was everything I wanted but also something I wasn’t sure of. Confusing. I was really confused.

“My mind kind of went blank when he tried to kiss my lips so I reacted out of instinct, getting up and pulling back from Paul. Does it make sense when I tell you I really wanted Paul to love me, but I was too embarrassed and afraid because of everything I’d done before him? What if he found out? What if he got mad and called me a slut or something? I wanted to be so perfect for Paul. You know, cleaner and without all the stuff I’d gone through. I felt so ashamed and mad at myself for messing it all up before I’d even had a chance to really get to know Paul.”

This is when my brain exploded and I blurted out what every guy in the world would have probably asked her.

“Sandy. Why were you thinking about all this when this guy hardly even knew you? You liked him, he was into you. Were you really thinking all this out while he was kissing you? I don’t get it.”

“You’re a boy,” Sandy said in a sharp voice, pretending to pull away from me. “You don’t get it. I’d finally met the perfect guy and it was too late. I felt so dirty next to him. I almost started to cry.”

Again, I wanted to say so much here, but kept my mouth shut. Instead I pulled Sandy back and said, “Yeah. I’m just a guy but I get it. Thing is, none of it was your fault. The guy totally didn’t deserve a girl like you. So what happened.”

“Well, Paul’s kissing me just messed my mind up. I wanted to go home, like run home and cry, but he pulled me back and said he had something to give me before I left. Should have known what was going on but my mind was still confused and I just went along with it. Paul led me down a hallway and into his bedroom. I’d seen it before, so nothing new, but then Paul turned and picked me up and sat me on the edge of the bed.