Chapter 31

I was angry for a long time. I was especially embarrassed at how little I’d known of everything Sandy was doing behind my back. I was more than a little aware of how I always seemed to be thinking of my own needs while considering the life and problems of others only after the fact. Duly noted. But, for the following couple of months, after that party at Don’s and following Sandy’s confession, I mostly felt a fair amount of resentment and anger.

I continued to talk to Sandy every week or two, and finally even got in touch with Terri, but they were merely polite and gave only passing mention of what they did in their daily lives. It was nice to maintain the connection, but for all the polite words, a rage burned inside of me.

At the time it was all focused on them, but my imagined feelings of betrayal extended out from my experiences with them to all the other girls and women in my past. All of them, from Ronnie to Linda to Helena to Alice. And let’s not forget Terri and Fern. I even felt anger towards my aunt, for refusing to share on a weekly basis the unlimited goodness she held between her thighs. I imagined that girls were selfish and completely without any real concern for the needs of men, me in particular. All so nice, and all of them betrayed me. Damn them all.

So, I felt and emanated anger. Other friends noted how my friendly and outward manner had changed, being more curt in my answers and less willing to hang out and talk. I found it hard to break out of the hard crust I’d covered myself with, but for one exception. When it came to girls and dating, I became even sweeter and more sinister. I would go out with a girl, have dinner, maybe a movie, even a walk in the park to smell the late-summer roses, and then I’d turn into a demanding monster.

I’d never use hard force, like forcing a girl or drugging her or anything like that. But I always had a plan to drive to the river, bring her into my empty house, or find a reason to see her bedroom. A hard No from a girl never really meant much to me. I’ll have to say that forcing the issue, like rolling her over and impaling her on my cock and giving up an apology only after the fact always got me better results and much lighter balls than asking politely for a kiss before meekly returning home. I began to get a reputation and girls started to refuse my requests for a date, and all I felt was more anger and a feeling that if girls could be deceitful, it was only fair for me to be rapacious and full of guile.

In my mind, all girls had the possibility of being a Sandy, teasing little sluts who had the gift of easing the tension of a hundred men a day hidden between their thighs. Sandy could seem so cute and innocent, but I came to learn too late what a lust-fueled and cock-hungry slut she was when the sun went down and she turned away for home. Maybe not quite the nymphomaniac that Joyce was, openly fucking any guy with the brains to offer her a glass of wine. No, not a nympho, but certainly a girl that enjoyed sex enough to actively seek how she could make use of her body for both fun and profit.

Which was fine, except that for all those months of serious love and attention from me, Sandy had put a cover over her secret life and kept it hidden from me. And it was embarrassing to see how easy it was for her and other girls in my past to hide their secrets and many illicit activities they couldn’t speak of. On the outside they were sweet and open, but then some accident would uncover their true lives and lies and I’d be left feeling like a fool.

So, no matter the nameless girl I saw on the street or acquaintance I talked with over lunch, I always assumed she was enjoying all the pleasures of sex with one to a dozen lovers. More importantly, I decided that it was up to me to find the secret password that would get her to open her legs and make me one of her legion of men. And if no password, then a bottle of wine and some adept wrestling moves always came in handy.

Like I said. Going a little strong and being a little demanding didn’t guarantee success but more often than not I’d have a girl nailed to my bed or backseat before she knew what I was doing or could figure out how to escape from my grasp. Sure, there was anger and recrimination from some of those same girls, but my balls were happy and there were always more girls around I could turn to in times of need.

This anger and my increasingly selfish actions in the dating scene probably led to what I did just a couple of months after parting with Sandy, perhaps late September. I don’t give out the details with any pride, but it provides a good example of how wild and uncontrolled and even abusive a jerk I’d so quickly turned into.

It had all started out so simply.

I was working for an auto parts store. A girl had walked in and told us she wanted new windshield wipers for her car. I was just checking out for the day but the manager told me to take care of it on the way out. No problem. An old civic, a piece of cake, and after paying for the parts I walked the girl out to the car and put them in for her.

Thing is ... Just like ‘buts’ there is always a ‘thing is.’ Thing is about this girl, she was fine looking, really cute, really sexy, and happy at everything I did and willing to do everything I said. She made me feel like a hero for just putting in the wipers. Talking to her I came to really enjoy the sound of her voice, the lyrical way she said things, her cute high pitched laugh, the way her short skirt bounced when she went up on her toes, and of course the way her nipples moved in time with the skirt.

And her face was so beautiful. You know, a stereotypical Asian girl look, with shining slightly slanted eyes and a ready smile, cute and giggly, and the way she turned her head just so. And unlike a lot of Asian girls her chest had something worth staring at. Hard to guess her age, though. Anywhere from a tall ten year old to a short late teener, so I averaged it out to fifteen. The girl seemed ready and I just needed to see if she was willing.

Using a lure guys have known about for centuries, I did her a small favor to make her even more indebted to me. For this girl, I told her that I had access to the car cabin filters at no cost to her. Without waiting for her reply I went into the store, bought them on my personal account, and came out to find her patiently waiting with a smile. She didn’t blink when I told her the tools I needed were in my car, parked in the barren and largely deserted back lot of the store. Ten minutes later I’d replaced the grody old filters, earning a wide smile and words of thanks from the girl.

She stiffened when I leaned in to kiss her neck, but I continued with a hand up her dress and soft massage of her nicely rounded ass while whispering out my hope she could follow me back to my house for some wine and cheese. I didn’t think she’d go quite that far, so when she shook her head and nervously said, “I don’t think I can,” it wasn’t a huge disappointment. Since I hadn’t gotten kneed in the groin or told to go to hell, I soldiered on, still thinking that a path untraveled is a treasure unfound.

“I get that, not wanting to come to my place. But it would be so much nicer there than here,” I whispered into the girl’s ear, my two hands smoothly lifting up her dress and using all of my fingers to trace the edge of her panties. “Otherwise, we could just sit here, in the back seat of your car. Just relax for half an hour. Would you like that, instead? Since you won’t come home with me, at least sit with me for a while. I’d love to talk with you more.”

Kissing her neck, my hands prevented her from moving away. Unable to escape, the girl did lean away as I continued to feel her very firm ass, fingers even skimming her thighs, hoping she would finally decide on a middle-level of agreement that would satisfy my rising lust. When she began shivering and stammered out a few words about needing to get home, I chose the middle-ground for her.

With one hand holding firm to one of her butt cheeks, I used my other hand to expertly unzip my jeans and pull out my half-hard dong. Then I pulled one of her hands over to my growing length of needy male flesh and helped her to make a decision.

“Here. If you can’t come home with me, there’s another way you can thank me. Go ahead. Sit down and suck on me. You’re so beautiful, your mouth so perfect, and you’ve been so nice. I’m sure you’ll give me such wonderful pleasure. It won’t take much time at all.”

Before all those words had left my lips, I’d pushed her down to sit on the passenger side seat of her car. In another instant I’d put a hand around her head and pushed my now raging boner into the girl’s face. She looked up at me in surprise, her mouth open, and that’s when I inserted the fat hood of my cock beyond her cute plump lips. She tried to push back, but my hand kept her head close, and after a minute of struggle and some polite if demanding words from me, she finally settled into her chore.

The girl was obviously new to this, her teeth doing as much to worry me as her tongue and warm mouth did to keep me hard. It was a special kind of turn-on for me to force the girl to keep my cock in her mouth while I gave her some lessons on how to suck a guy off. She even listened and followed my instructions, using her tongue and giving short sucks without too much tooth action. I made sure not to push in deep, just keeping the hood and another inch of my cock in her mouth. As an incentive to ignore the girl’s incisors, I pulled up on her blouse and bra, ripping one strap, one hand massaging her tits while I focused on the sight of my cock being sucked on by this hot little Asian teen.

For a moment, I leaned into the girl, my chest against the outside roof of the car, both hands coming up to massage the girl’s tits, my cock continuing to do a shallow fuck of her mouth. As I pushed in a bit further, she tried to pull back, but with a simple hard pinch to both of her nipples I was able to make her stop. Then a fistful of her hair to pull her head back into place so that her cute little mouth could return to work. It was all a real sexual turn-on for me and I never wanted it to end.

Except that the hood of my cock was starting to heat up and my balls were anxious to flood the girl’s mouth with a large load of semen. I thought I had the girl under control, my cock primed and ready to fill her mouth and stomach with a man’s most precious commodity. But then I got too demanding. When I pushed too far into her throat, the girl coughed and gagged and in her struggle was able to turn her head away. Damn.

I kneeled back down before her, a hand up the girl’s dress to run my fingers up her thigh. She was shivering, her body shaking, and after a few coughs she shook her head at my pretend comments of concern and fully turned away from me. Putting a knee up on the seat, she turned and moved to crawl across to the driver’s seat. Yet, while she thought she was escaping from me, she instead opened up a completely different option for my use of her hot little body.

With her back to me, one knee up and on the passenger’s seat, the girl’s backside was made available for me to see and make use of. With one hand pushing her dress onto her back, it was a simple thing to reach up with my other hand and grab the waistband of her panties. They were pretty, a light pink with tiny flowers of some sort, but they looked so much better being pulled back and down her thighs.

With a rare act of defiance, one of her hands came back to pull the panties back into place. In perhaps an unnecessary moment of violence on my part, I used both hands to rip the thin hip strap on one side. This uncovered the girl’s firm white ass and allowed one hand to reach down and in for a quick feel of her thickly furred snatch. She let out a short yelp when I tore the strap, looking back at me with her eyes wide, but when I felt her up, my fingers pulling through her thick warm lips, she closed her eyes and began shaking.

She whimpered at my touch, and in my mind she was a girl in need. She wanted and needed me but couldn’t come right out and say so. I could understand that. It was an easy thing to wrap my hands around her naked thighs and pull her back toward me, moving her knees off the seat and bringing her beautiful bare white ass back to my bare crotch and unsatisfied cock.

In only a second I found myself kneeling on the unforgiving pavement of the parking lot by her car, my hands dragging the girl’s ass back to be crushed onto my lap. Her thighs were open just enough for my cock to push into her furry crotch and I could feel my length melt into the warm embrace of her thighs and the long folds of her moist labia.

I was in heaven, but with a startled look back at me, I knew the girl felt differently. She gasped and again tried to move forward and off of me, but it was an easy thing to simply rearrange my cock within her warm and wet folds of flesh and push up and in with my hips.

It took a few tries, feeling out the girl’s inner lips, arranging the tip of my dick where there seemed to be a receptive opening for my weapon. Her lips were thick, warm and wet, slick and inviting as all good girls should be. Yet my initial feel for her vaginal gate was unsuccessful. I grew frustrated, using additional strength to control her struggles and pull her thighs apart holding her ass into my cock and crotch. In a final moment of lust fueled need, I pushed my rock-hard cock up and in, forcing the issue a few more times before the girl’s tight hole opened and allowed me to enter.

The feeling of impaling the girl on those first few inches of my dick was incredible. The hood of my cock literally popped into her and I felt the muscles around her vaginal opening snap shut on me. I wasn’t sure I could have pulled out of her even if I’d wanted to. She let go with a loud yelp and a grunt and a few soft but high pitched noises. We rested for a second, each of us basking in the pleasure of being so intimately joined with another. But this was then followed by another attempt by the girl to extract herself from the good portion of hard flesh I’d pushed into her.

That only worked in my favor, for every time she moved forward, I was able to then pull her back. Up on my knees, cock firmly planted inside the girl’s tight cunt, we struggled for a long minute until she collapsed onto the seat. Maybe exhausted by the fight, or perhaps giving herself up to the pleasure of a fuck she’d never asked for, I made use of her prone body to continue the deed.

Still kneeling by the open door, I had both hands around her naked thighs, holding her steady while I ploughed into her tight but slick and very warm twat. It was a memorable fuck, my hips bucking into her open legs and bare ass, my balls bouncing into her hairy crotch, the air filled with our combined grunts and sighs as well as the wet slurpy sounds of good sex.

For a few of those many minutes I enjoyed probably the best fuck I’d ever had with a girl in a car. With one hand around her thigh, I moved my other hand up to her chest. Nice tits, small but full, just enough for a young man’s hand. Pushing her a little further up onto the car seat, I slapped my hips and balls hard into the girl’s ass, forcing her forward and causing her to give off a little grunt or squeal. As I pulled my cock back from her warm and wet snatch, she’d slip back as well, requiring me to rise up and force myself into her again, and then again and again. I’d never experienced anything like it, and even if she never said so out loud, I’m sure the girl was into it, loving the fuck and sliding her ass back for me to do a repeat. So tight, but so incredibly wet and slick, making it a real pleasure for me to hold back on my climax and extend the fuck for as long as I could.

I tried so hard to hold back, even pausing a couple of times to lean up and kiss her back and slap her bare ass before continuing to impale her on my throbbing rod. Then the joy of the finish, my cock burning with the fire of lust and then the rush of the orgasm, my balls flooding this hot Asian chick with all the cum I’d been saving up for almost an entire week. I’d been so frustrated, so in need, and then there was this girl, this hot lusty temptress, her pussy provided for me to make use of and empty my seed into.

After the first few hard jets of cum shot into the girl, I rose up and pushed myself onto her back. Feet pushing into the pavement, I fucked her ass, pumping my cock into the girl’s pussy and feeling nothing but ecstasy as my balls continued to empty into her. The car rocked from all the energy I poured into her prone body, and even as my cock softened a bit, I continued to grind into her ass. That was a good and very memorable fuck.

We lay there for a couple of minutes, my body on hers, crushing the girl into the seats. It must have been uncomfortable for her, but I didn’t really care at the time.

My cock softer but still held deep within the girl’s tight twat, I finally bent down to kiss the top of her head.

“That was wonderful,” I whispered, one hand feeling out her tits. “I need you now more than ever. Come home with me.”

Her eyes still had that dazed look to them, her head trying to look back at me. Yet she answered me, her voice shaking almost as much as her body as she said, “I can’t. My mom wouldn’t let me. I have to go.”

“But it was so good. Please come back with me, to my place. We can spend the night together.”

I could hear her swallow and gasp for another breath before she turned her head and said, “It’s really uncomfortable. Are you inside me? Please pull out. Please.”

Not the words of desire I wanted to hear, but I had some empathy for the girl. Her pussy was the tightest I’d ever fucked, warm and wet and ready for a fuck no doubt, but impossibly tight. Ready for a fuck, but maybe still unused to being so violently ploughed into. My dick was still mostly hard, my balls only partially empty and my lust overwhelming as I thought of what more I could do to the girl I had trapped under me. As I began to pull back, a hideous demon inside me made yet one more demand of the girl.

“I’d like to, really, but I can’t just pull out and walk away. You need to finish kissing me with your mouth. I’ll pull out, but then you’ll have to sit up and suck on me a little more. Just a little more, I promise. Will you do that for me?”

“Then you’ll pull out of me? Okay, I guess.”

It took some effort. Even with a somewhat softened rod, I really had to use my hips and lever myself out from within the girl’s vaginal lips. It was a real shock to my dick to be pulled into the open air. The warmth and wetness and tight loving embrace of her pussy was too good to give up. I’d been able to pump a good hundred million of my seed inside of her sweet young pussy and that thought, and the sight of my cock pulling out from her thick, cum-filled lips, made me want her even more.

I reluctantly pulled out, loving the sight of the girl’s pussy sucking and holding tight to the fat hood of my cock. Then a feel and a slap to her bare white ass as a dollop of thick white cum showed itself and began filling her pretty pink slit. It was so sexy and such a turn-on. I helped her to sit up, her bare cum-crusted ass again sitting on the passenger seat. Without apology I hefted my firm if not rock-hard dick up to her face, my other hand pulling on the back of her head.

“Suck it,” I repeated, placing the cum-slathered hood of my cock against her lips, and she dutifully opened her mouth and sucked me in.

Standing in a hunch over her sitting form, I was overtaken by the simple sight of the girl’s lips sucking my dick. Still a few too much in the way of teeth, but the following five minutes was still a wonderful way to end our time together. I gave a few more instructions about how to give a man a good suck, loving the sound of her swallowing our shared cum and secretions.

It was a real turn-on to look down and watch her cute pouty lips suck on my hardening length. Just as fine was the feel of her breasts, both open for me to see and feel. And there, down around one ankle, were her ripped and useless pretty pink panties. That meant her twat and ass were uncovered, there for me to make ever more use of, but a passing car reminded me that we weren’t in my bedroom.

No matter. The girl’s mouth was finally doing some good with my cock. I could feel the rising explosion building in my balls. I moved one of her hands back to the base of my cock, telling her to hold and rub the area. With the fire growing on the hood of my cock it was hard not to shove myself even deeper into the girl’s mouth. Then the incredible feel of the orgasm, long hard spurts of cum jetting into the girl’s mouth and throat. She released a garbled yelp in surprise, but I held her head firm, groaning out that she needed to swallow.

“Suck some more. Swallow it, baby. Swallow it.”

She tried. I could hear her make the effort, and looking down at where her head was pulled into my crotch with a fistful of hair. I was mesmerized by the sight of the first half of my cock being sucked on by the girl, her one hand still holding tight to base by my balls. Of course, I didn’t give her much of a chance to do anything else. I held her there for another few minutes, basking in the glow of the orgasm, taking in the sight of this girl continuing to suck on my softening dick, and smiling at the thought of what more I could do with her if she’d only agree to go home with me.

When I finally pulled my somewhat shriveled member from her lips, the girl turned to the side and took in a deep lungful of air. She coughed and gasped for air, but for some reason she still retained a tight grasp on the base of my cock. Just the kind of hot slut I needed to keep me company at night.

When she turned her head back my way, I noticed that she hadn’t been able to swallow my entire load of cum. Some had bubbled and dribbled out and had collected on her chin and fallen to her bare chest. She looked more sexy than ever. I used a few fingers to wipe the semen from her face, and pushing her top and bra further up and into her neck, I wiped the wayward cum over her small but perfectly formed tits.

“There. You have such beautiful breasts. I want to know that my cum is keeping them company, too. This will keep them warm and keep you from forgetting about me.”

In a sudden unthought act of lust and love, I found myself again kneeling before her. My head leaned in, my mouth sucking in her tits, no matter the layer of semen I’d just covered them with. My teeth nibbled on her firm nipples before giving each breast a long suck and a dozen lashes with my tongue. Feeling one of her hands wrap around my head, I looked up to see the girl had closed her eyes, obviously lost to the sensations of sex and lust I was forcing on her.

I kissed her, a light kiss, the girl’s lips still lined with my jizz, but the act and the touch were still wonderful.

Then back to reality.

It took a lot of will on my part to pull away. With a last feel of her breasts and a tweak of her nipples, I pulled the girl’s top down and gave another kiss to her cheek.

Pulling the girl up to her feet, I noticed that a good amount of white goo had leaked out from her well exercised snatch and had puddled on the seat. Some nasty demon in me lowered the fingers of one hand to scoop up a good portion of the viscous white semen-filled slime. Then up, under the girl’s dress to her bare ass and thickly furred pussy lips. With a quick feel of her clit, I pulled my fingers through her slit, surely still filled to the brim with my warm cum, and forced two fingers deep into her anus.

That caused the girl to squeal and tighten, but I held her in a tight embrace and unable to pull away from me. The ounce of thick cum on my fingers made it an easy thing for me to give her another long minute of illicit fucking, perhaps exciting the girl with the possibilities of what a man’s member could do when lovingly applied to her rear door.

“There. Now all parts of you are filled with me. It’s so special knowing that, knowing we’ll never be separated from each other. It’s too much to ask for you not to wash when you get home, but could you please keep some part of me with you tonight? Maybe don’t wash here, between your thighs. I want to know this special part of me will be with you all night and maybe all day tomorrow and maybe all week. I don’t want you to ever forget.”

Then I bent low to pick up the girl’s ruined panties, one strap ripped apart.

“I’ll keep these with me. I’ll even sleep with them tonight. There’s no way I’m ever going to forget you.”

The girl was looking at me with wide eyes, her mouth open, my cum drying to a crust all around her lips and chin. Walking her around her car to the driver’s side, I kept one hand on her firm round ass, one finger rimming her anus. As I opened the driver’s side door for her, I gave her another kiss right on her lips, still tasting of the cum she’d been forced to swallow, and told her I hated to see her go.

“Are you sure you can’t come over?” I asked, still hoping for a miracle. “I can make you a nice dinner, maybe sit around and talk with a glass of wine? I can hardly tell you how much you mean to me now. I never want to leave your side, and here you are about to drive away.”

The girl just shook her head, eyes now wide, hardly focusing on me as she said, “I should go, now. My mom always wants me home before dark. We’d get in real trouble if I’m stopped because I don’t have a license yet. I think I should go.”

That bit about not having a license should have struck me harder, but I pushed the hot little girl’s words to the side and gave another kiss to her cheek.

“If you must. But I’ll be looking for you every day. You know where I work. Come back and see me and we can talk. Maybe I can buy you lunch. Okay?”

She nodded in a dazed sort of way, sat behind the steering wheel and closed the door. I was smiling, thinking of the frozen pizza and coke waiting for me at home. But then the girl looked out of the open window into my stupid face.

She obviously had something on her mind, and it took a few more seconds for her to find the words. The girl spoke, my eyes focused on the wisps of long black hair that blew with the breeze, the sexy slant of her somewhat narrow eyes, and of course on the crusted cum on and around her lips that gave evidence to the wonderful hour of sex we’d just enjoyed together. Such a hot sexy girl. And then the words broke into my stupid conscious mind.

“But what if I get pregnant? You came in me, right? That was sex. You put your stuff in me. Couldn’t I get pregnant?”

I could hear the quiver in the girl’s voice, an unsteadiness in bringing up a topic neither of us wanted to think about. I should have had the possibility of pregnancy stapled to the hood of my dick, but I was just too turned on by the girl’s lush pussy to let that get in my way. Damn. The words and their meaning hit my head and stomach and caused my face to flush with fear and anger. Damn. Asshole. What had I just gotten myself into?

I knelt by the open window and looked into her eyes. I saw fear, the girl having to consider what no girl wanted to face without a loving partner or caring mother to hold. Looking into her face, listening to her voice, thinking back on all she had mentioned to me in our short one hour relationship, I suddenly realized the girl was just a girl. Not a quiet but hot high school slut with a dozen boyfriends. Not even a bored wayward teen wanting some fun on a Saturday night. She was just a girl, living with her mom, possibly not even in high school, and certainly without a license. Yet she’d gotten pulled into a web of sex and lies with me, forced into a life-changing event she had never considered until I’d lifted her skirt, turned her over, and used her as a hot lusty urinal for me and my always needy balls to pump a week’s worth of semen into.

My face flushed, a mix of fear and anger at myself, knowing I’d possibly just ruined both of our lives with my need for fast sex with a wayward, or more likely underage, innocent and easily controlled, pussy. Idiot. What to do? What I always did. Fake it and pretend I knew what I was talking about.

Shaking off my sense of doom, I told the girl she had nothing to worry about. I even said that I was protected (With what? Amazing the lies a guy can tell) and that if anything did happen, I wanted her to come back and see me.

I tried to sound so caring, and yet, in a last desperate attempt to keep from ever seeing the girl again, maybe hoping to instill a bit of fear in her, I told her that the next time we met I’d take her home and keep her prisoner and have so much sex she’d never want to leave.

“Trust me. Everything will be fine. Just know that I’m not happy about you leaving me alone like this,” I’d said, sounding sad and heartbroken. “Go back to your mother now, but next time I’m going to make you come home with me. Maybe keep you a week or longer. Just live with me and you’ll never have to go back to your mother. Wouldn’t it be nice, walking around the house naked together, having sex all the time? We could really get to know each other then. When you come back, you don’t even need to bring a change of clothing. We’ll take off to my place and I’ll take care of everything. Doesn’t that sound good?”