Chapter 30

Sandy’s long narrative history of a life I could barely conceive of was mind blowing and it was hard not to start seeing her as an actress in a triple-X soap opera. While listening to her ongoing saga, I was torn between my cock being kept at attention and my head trying to understand the twists and turns of how she made sense of her crazy life.

Then it finally occurred to me that the big nasty sexual brute of a man I thought I was, that I thought had given Terri’s friends a nasty glimpse of hard core sex back the summer before, had really just been a joker in a clown costume.

“Wait,” I said, breaking into Sandy’s account of her adventures while living as a part-time stripper and full-time sex toy at Craig’s. “This was last summer, the same time we met at Terri’s. That was a Saturday. So the next day, on Sunday, you woke up with Craig on top of you and then had the party with the card guys and then got reamed up the rear by Johnnie or taken home and lusted over by Rohan’s girlfriend. I’m surprised that with everything you were going through at Craig’s you bothered to come by and hear my stupid talk about guys and sex.”

That made Sandy laugh. I felt doubly embarrassed. Sandy was living a life of sexual excess and yet she stood in the back of Terri’s living room and listened to my stupid talk about boys and dating. But her laugh was good natured and her answer and following details about life with Craig and Rohan and Yoni kept me from slinking home in shame.

“Yeah. Didn’t know what to expect. Certainly not all of us showing you our tits or watching Fern suck and slap your dick until you covered her with cum. That was wild. I was only there because Terri asked and because Craig had taken off with his Chinese girl for a long weekend by the coast. Lucky girl. The only place he ever took me was to the movies or for pizza. Almost went to his friend’s farm, but Terri begged and I’m glad I stayed.”

“Gotta ask you something. Remember that first time at Terri’s? After everybody else had left. Given everything you were going through at Craig’s place, why did you strip to your panties and show yourself to me? You must have had plenty of sex, and maybe too many dicks being pushed in your face. Why ask for one more?”

“Stupid!” Sandy said with a smile, turning to me and giving my surprised face a soft kiss. “Too many old man dicks. Even Rohan was ten years older than me, and Craig and his crew had dad bods and greying hair and shit. That friend of his out on the farm was a little younger, but maybe a little too energetic and demanding of a kid like me.

“And then there you were, walking into Terri’s house, wading through that crowd of wet cunts you could barely keep your hands off of. Sure, obviously taken by Fern’s exotic beauty, but it was nice to catch your eye once in a while. Young and lean and confident and just the kind of guy I’d never really had before. High school guys, sure, like every week, but all in their cars or done real fast with the parents in the next room.

“It was nice to be picked up by you and made to feel special and sexy. Got a really good orgasm and a reminder that there were still nice young guys out there I could date and maybe have some romance with. And besides all that, I got the fill of everything Fern only had blown onto her tits. It was special.

“Went from Terri’s straight to Yoni’s place. She had another outfit for me to try on. You know, for the Sunday crowd, but I pulled out one of her dildos and humped it for a few minutes and told her I needed her tongue. Had her right between my knees and halfway to an orgasm before she realized I was tasting a lot like day-old semen. Let all of your left-over cum slide out of my hole and into her mouth. Served her right. She force fed me Rohan’s cum straight from her twat every week. It was about time she got some other guy’s to taste, and you don’t taste nearly as sour as Rohan.

“Anyway, it was nice to hold a young man’s body and feel you in me. Sorry if you feel used. Same for Fern. Wish it had gone better for you and her. We all know you had the hots for her. Too bad she looked the other way. Her loss.”

“Thank you, Sandy,” I said with a kiss to her cheek. “That first time with you was really special. I’ll never forget it. Yeah, too bad about Fern.” I added that last bit through gritted teeth, not wanting to ask just how much if any Sandy knew about Fern and Terri and Fern’s dad.

“Bet you really wish you’d done more than cum on her tits,” Sandy continued. “All those guys at Craig’s place kept wanting more. Yeah. Old men and young girls. They sure liked playing with me. Sure, some with Yoni, but I was the prize Yoni and Rohan always held out for them to pin down and pump a load into. If you’d taken me home like you said I might’ve turned away from them, but you went after Fern and Yoni just kept having me do more.”

“So, more than just hand jobs and letting them feel you up and jerk off on you? That’s already pretty wild. Are you telling me cumming on your tits turned into them going all the way with you?”

“Shit. Cum on my tits. You know guys and I know Yoni. Yoni got bored with that after the first couple of weeks. It got wilder. Sure, started off with me playing with their balls while I sucked them hard and got the old guys ready for a fast release onto my chest. Then she had Rohan and some of the guys do stuff to me, like have me suck them dry while Yoni did me did me with one of her toys from behind. Other times Yoni and I would go at it until Rohan would tear my clothing off, like rip open my shorts or tear off my panties and go to town in me before pulling out and blowing his balls onto my face. Yoni loved that. Weird how the more violent shit got the more she liked it.

“Some rules at first but they never held. Like no cuming inside me or fucking and going wild in me. I’d have my ass pushed out over the edge of a chair or the couch and the guys would kneel between my legs, pumping their cocks through my slit, inside me, whatever. The rule was that they couldn’t orgasm and pump their cum in me, but the only real impact on the guy would be a demand for more money.

“They’d start off saying they just wanted to blow a load on my tits, then they’d have me suck their dicks, and suddenly they’d be crushing me into this special couch we had with washable covers. Guys would stand around, cheering the guy pumping a load into me while another member of the group had his dick in my mouth.

“I can’t remember a single afternoon or night when the guys just creamed my face before going home to their wives. Started off with just a bunch of masturbating old men but stuff always got out of control. Half the guys would lose it inside of me while fucking me raw, and Yoni had a camera there for every drip of cum that came out of me. She loved it. Loved watching me get fucked. She even squealed when a guy would groan and cum in me, like it was happening to her. The more cum blown into me and wound up dripping out of me the more she wiggled and cooed.

“Yoni normally didn’t participate any more than get naked and hold the camera. After a while she couldn’t hold back and she began joining in with me. I like to think it was because of how we were growing closer and she was getting protective. First with a dildo, like to put on a show for the boys, but it kept getting more extreme. Never did anything wild with the guys, though. Got dragged into a side room a few times. She’d come out complaining, but she always somehow got video of what the guys did with her.

“Then it really did get to be too much. That last month with the card guys, Yoni would prop the camera up on the table and sit on me, tits hanging out. Didn’t mind guys jerking off on her tits but kept her twat nice and clean for me. I’d be tonguing her fat black lips while the guys took their turns inside me for an hour. Got so my face was covered by Yoni’s cum and my twat was pumped with enough semen to fill a bathtub. That’s when Yoni would send them all home and she’d drag Rohan and me into the back bedroom for her own finish.

“Amazing to think that I went through any of it. Damn. Then one day one of the guys took her from the rear. Tied her up, fucked her and filled her, and then another guy and then the whole bunch. Seems like they all had a thing for her. And all with me underneath and watching them take her.

“For me it was just another Sunday, but then something snapped. She’d allowed Rohan some time between her legs while the other guys were busy nailing me to the couch. Then she came over and did her thing, pushing her cum-filled twat onto my face and having the guys move back and watch her play a cucumber or something in me. Had one of the guys hold her camera. Thought it would be a great shot for her online audience, but I changed that.

“That’s when I wrapped my legs around Yoni’s head and pulled her in. Had my cunt stuffed with the cucumber and my mouth filled with Rohan’s cum, but there she was, her head trapped between my legs and her own beautiful brown ass up and ready for the taking.

“Rohan was nowhere to be seen, and all these guys had spent months being teased and tortured by this hot sexy Indian chick. This was their chance and they sure used it. Every one of them fucked her raw. A gallon of their cum had dripped out of her twat and onto my face before I could wiggle out from under her, but then they just turned her over and did her from on top. Can’t tell you how good it felt to watch it being done to the skank. And it was kind of a turn on, too. Easy to see why Yoni liked watching it happen to me so much.

“No surprise she wasn’t happy. She saw me and all the sex and stuff the guys were doing with me as kind of fun, but when it happened to her, it was rape. Rohan told her it was her own fault for going naked and siting on a naked girl while in a room full of naked men. She blew up and cried and left for home, leaving me there with Rohan and Craig.

“That was late October or early November. Went back to see Craig a couple of times, but he was different. That Chinese girl really had gotten to him and I was just feeling like another place for him to empty his balls until he could be with her again. Rohan wasn’t much better. Never saw them again after Thanksgiving. They tried talking me into doing another show for the old guys during a Thanksgiving feast, but that was it for me. Never went back.”

“And Yoni,” I asked, humping the hot little girl’s ass while hoping she’d offer to suck me hard for another long fuck. “What about Yoni? What happened to her?”

“Oh. After the shitshow and her getting gangbanged by all those guys she decided she’d done me wrong and actually came by to apologize. Kind of weird that she had me review the entire video of everything they’d done that afternoon, but I guess it was a good way to face herself and get past it. I’m sure Yoni’s still taking film classes at college. And then you grabbed me off the street and took me for a ride on that motorcycle of yours. Wild the way things turned out.”

“But what about Craig. You said you don’t see him any more. Not even Rohan. What happened? School? Your mom? She didn’t find out, did she?”

“Jeez, no. If she’d figured it all out, me and Craig and all those guys would be in jail right now. No, it just got to be too much. It had to end, all that sick stuff with the old guys, and school didn’t help. I called that guy with the farm and had him pick me up from time to time. Stayed out there for a week over Christmas break, just to get away from my mom. Kept seeing Yoni for a while, but Ramon had other girls and Craig really did fall for that Chinese chick. Moved in with her, I think.”

All of which was nice and clean as far as endings go, but I was right to be suspicious. Too many things were keeping Sandy busy. She was telling me the end to the story when school was out for summer break. Yet she could still only find one afternoon a week to walk with me and have me fill her seemingly bottomless reservoir of feminine flesh with my loving semen. Not enough and I was right to be suspicious.

Only a week after Sandy thought she’d finished telling me about Yoni and Craig and his dirty old friends, I was able to pull Sandy into a mid-summer party at Don’s place. The day was hot and muggy and while I wore the standard jeans and a good looking top, Sandy looked totally fine with some tight jean cutoffs and a long tie-dyed off the shoulder tee with some other loose blouse underneath. Didn’t really matter what she wore. She always looked good.

We wandered around out back where Don was manning the bar-be-que but it was hot and so wound up inside the house. Don knew Sandy from prior visits, but she was the center of attention for most of the other guys. No surprise there. She was looking hot, with the body of a grown woman and the innocent face of the next door neighbor’s ten year old daughter. Guys loved that, me included, but I tried to keep her close and safe. After making the rounds and making sure Lonnie wasn’t in sight, we finally settled into Don’s specially equipped and wonderfully air conditioned garage.

The two-car garage had been closed off and filled with old furniture and old-school sound system and video game setup. Sandy and I found ourselves on the receiving end of some excellent dope. Two beers and half a blunt into the party and we were both seeing the world via a variety of altered dimensions.

We were just talking, being comfortable with one another, and at that moment she was all the friend or lover I could ever want. Then I made the mistake of leaving Sandy to find myself a third beer. My throat was dry but my sense of time and direction was bad. Don’t know how long it took for me to make it back, but by then everything had gone sideways. Walked into the dark garage to find Sandy in a far corner, thighs wide and straddling some guy in a chair, his back to me and her chin resting on his shoulder.

Then, second by second and as I walked closer to where they were seated, all the other details were burned into my mind.

Sandy was moving up and down, slowly but deliberately, her mouth open and gasping for breath, her eyes unfocused, her mind obviously on what was going on down below. Then the realization that her shoulders and chest were bare, her long tee and blouse pulled over her head but not quite off, the colorful clothing binding her arms behind her back. Then the realization that her mouth was open for more than just breathing. One of the guys standing to the side had her short curls held in a fist, the other hand around her neck while his cock pushed into my girl’s most inviting lips.

Finally reaching the small group of watching men in that corner of the garage, I was able to look down and see Sandy’s denim-clad ass being raised and lowered by the man in the chair. It took a second look to see that Sandy’s shorts had been ripped in the crotch, split wide enough for the girl’s thick lusty lips to hang down and invite invasion by the fat pole the guy was impaling her on.