Chapter 10

Tuesday evening I had to go to Walgreen’s to replenish my prophylactic supplies for the next night. I had some condoms left, and some of the female stuff I bought for Caroline, but I didn’t want to chance something passing its expiration date. It was way to soon to start planting little Pulaskis. I was in the birth control aisle when I saw Caroline behind the pharmacist’s counter smirking smugly at me. Her laughing at my expense would never do so I marched up to the counter.

“Excuse me Miss but could you help me? I’m having trouble finding what I need.”

She was blushing but maintained her professional demeanor. She gave a signal to the Pharmacist and stepped through the pharmacy door.

“Now how can I help you sir?”

I led a little way down the aisle to the female contraceptives section.

“Well you see Miss (I made a production of glancing down at her nametag) Hernandez, I have a date tomorrow with two beautiful girls. Unfortunately one of them is not on the pill so I need something to back up these condoms.” I said in a low conversational voice.

I was having fun as Caroline was redder than I’d ever seen her before. She glanced around to make sure we were alone then reached for a package of the spermicidal sponges. The girl had game! She cleared her throat and fired back.

“Ahem! Well, Mr. Pulaski, I think the ladies in question would prefer this brand as it is odorless and when applied correctly, tasteless.”

Touché.

Wednesday I worked furiously in study hall to get my homework done. I had to do that to insure I had the time tonight to go to Amanda’s. Football practice on Wednesdays before a game was always tough. Coach Boyette worked our dicks into the dirt, so that Thursday could be for fine-tuning. I knew when I got home my father wouldn’t let me go out if all of my assignments weren’t done. I was a Pulaski, and school came first. My father was proud that I did well in school but to him a ‘C’ average would have been acceptable ... as long as I was trying my hardest.

I showered after practice, then zoomed home at five-fifteen, and ripped through the work I didn’t complete in study hall. I finished by six, and ate dinner with Dad. He cooked tonight, meaning we had Chinese takeout from Mr. Poon’s. My grandfather cracked me up once by idly asking if Mr. Poon’s wife was Mrs. Tang. You know, ‘PoonTang,’ yuck-yuck.

So anyway, I’m outta there at six-thirty like my ass was on fire and my hair was catching, the Mighty Kong slobbering in my skivvies in anticipation. My longhaired buddy, the rent-a-cop, waved me through the gate with one of those thumb and pinky finger wagging surfer salutes. I decided that I was gonna dedicate my first cum of the evening to him. Sorta like that Budweiser ad from last years Super Bowl, “This one’s for you, Mr. Gate Guard Security Guy.”

I rode into the Pullman’s driveway at a quarter till seven. I had to be home by ten, so I had three hours to try to fuck myself into ill health. Amanda yanked the door open before I could ring the bell and dragged me into the house by my shirt.

“Get in here, Pulaski we are about to explode waiting for you.”

I put my backpack down and took a good look at Amanda. She was wearing a black teddy with little black panties. Her hair was casually tousled and her skin glowed. When I looked past her Caroline had on the same outfit in white, I guess this black and white thing was becoming their trademark. Caroline looked wound up already and Amanda was flushed, I figured they’d found a way to pass the time until I arrived.

The girls each grabbed an arm and led me through the dining room. I had never been this far in the Pullmans’ house as we passed through a double set of doors and into a huge bedroom. The room was nicely decorated with a king-sized bed centered on one wall. The view from the bed was out a wall of sliding glass doors overlooking a large pool.

“Nice,” I commented.

“It’s my mom’s room, her bed is bigger, and I thought we might need the room,” Amanda replied.

I watched Amanda carefully, trying to see if she was willing participating or being swept along by our aggressive little Latin love machine. Amanda appeared to be as gung-ho as Caroline was. I thought she might feel awkward hopping right into bed like this but if she was she kept it well hidden. Caroline started hastily undressing me and Amanda joined in enthusiastically. They had me buck ass naked in seconds. Caroline grabbed Kong and tugged me toward the bed. I followed her lead and dove into the bed. One of the girls sidled up on either side of me as Caroline finally said something.

“Johnny, this is going to be new to all of us so we are counting on you to make it special.”

No pressure here, folks.

I turned my head and kissed Caroline and did the same for Amanda. When I finished the two girls kissed each other over the top of me. Caroline might have said she was counting on me but she already had a plan in mind as she crawled across both Amanda and me while we kissed again. Amanda whined in my mouth as Caroline started nibbling on the back of her neck. Caroline and I double-teamed Amanda as if we’d done it a few times before. Caroline was as sexually assertive with Amanda as she was with me. It was hard to believe this was her first time with another girl. When we reached Amanda’s hips Caroline assisted me in removing Amanda’s wispy panties.

With her panties out of the way Amanda’s enjoyment of our attention was evident. She was soaking wet down there and pungently aromatic. I licked up and down her slit a time or two as Caroline watched excitedly. When I raised my head questioningly, Caroline only hesitated a second before taking my place. Caroline flipped her long single braid over her shoulder and took a tentative lick at Amanda’s fragrant quim. She stopped and processed the flavor, then with a moan dove back in.

Lying there with nothing to do, I noticed Caroline’s little ass moving around as she munched muff. Well, I’m not the sharpest pencil in the box, but even I figured out what I could be doing instead of just watching. I got up and knee walked behind Caroline, Kong leading the way like the dragon on the prow of a Viking ship. I hooked my thumb into the string of her thong and pulled it aside. It took me a few seconds to get lined up as Caroline’s ass was bobbing and weaving like a flyweight boxer during a title fight. When I was in position I sunk into her in one steady push.

When I hit bottom Caroline raised her head and moaned. Amanda reached up, grabbed her braid and pulled her back down. Caroline’s usual loud appreciation of my efforts were muffled by Amanda’s thighs clamped around her head. With Caroline immobilized I figured a little hanky-spanky was in order so I brought my hand down crisply on her golden little ass. Caroline squealed into Amanda’s muff, and her ass went into overdrive as she came.

Caroline was a trooper and never stopped working on Amanda as she shimmied in pleasure. Caroline’s cum helped trigger Amanda. She came with a series of squeaky oh, oh, ohs, her hips beating a staccato tattoo against Caroline’s voracious mouth. Seeing and hearing my lovers in ecstasy took me over the top. I came so hard I had to check to make sure my nuts were still attached!

When I was drained, I fell to the side, too knackered to move. Amanda was bushed as well but Caroline was just getting wound up. She disengaged from Amanda and slurped softening Kong into her mouth. Caroline spit shined my knob until Kong was rampant again. She released Kong with a last loving lick.

“Get a rubber, Johnny, I’m dying to see you put that monster into Mandy,” she whined.

It took us a few seconds to get me sheathed in the Trojan and to fit Amanda with the sponge. When we were all set I rolled between Amanda’s thighs.

Caroline snatched a small plastic bottle off the nightstand and squeezed a dollop of thick liquid gel onto my rubber encased dick. When I looked at her inquisitively she grinned and said, “It’s called Love Lotion, we found it in the nightstand with some other interesting stuff.”

I had a fleeting thought about respecting Jane’s privacy but with my dick sitting at the portals of paradise I lost my train of thought. When everything was ready I looked up into Amanda’s smoky gray eyes. She was staring back at me pensively.

“Are you sure about this Mandy? We can skip this and just play if you want.”

“I’m ready, Johnny; but go slow, okay? I don’t have a hymen but nothing bigger than a tampon has ever been in there.”

I nodded and rocked forward slightly. Kong’s head popped in for a look around. It was slow going but in about a dozen strokes I was all the way in. Amanda was the tightest thing old Kong had ever been in and he liked it a lot. When I hit bottom, Amanda sighed and squirmed around a little getting comfortable. I held still to let her adjust. Caroline was a very interested observer but she didn’t do anything but watch. I appreciated her letting this be just between Amanda and me.

When Amanda gave me a little nod, I pulled back and powered forward at half speed. I was rewarded with one of her cooing ‘ohs.’ Encouraged I did it again faster. Amanda tentatively rose up to meet me that stroke and soon we had established a nice rhythm. I wanted to feel those long legs wrapped around me so I lifted them over my shoulders one at a time. The change of angle was just the ticket for Amanda as my strokes were hitting new and interesting places. She was soon breathing hard and urging me to go faster. I was very happy when she climaxed. The girl left nothing on the table when she came! She bucked so hard she almost threw me off, then went rigid and moaned loudly. While she was arched up I pounded out my own release. I held my weight off her as long as I could then slumped to the side.

When her breathing returned to normal Amanda said, “Well, Pulaski, I guess you proved that I’m not a total lesbo. That was wonderful.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” I said.

When I departed at quarter till ten I could barely get into my truck. Amanda said she would be walking like a cowgirl all week. Caroline was covered in Amanda’s juices and my cum, but was still rarin’ to go. I had a feeling the Amanda wasn’t going to get much sleep that night.

I woke up feeling great Thursday morning after my threesome with Amanda and Caroline, and why the hell shouldn’t I? I just lived every guy’s dream and I had just turned sixteen. I was King Shit. Well, I was until I got to the bathroom to drain Kong anyway. Kong was a little sore when I shook him off but he was taking it like a man. I sidled from the john to the sink to brush my fangs. When I looked in the mirror I recoiled in horror. Recoiled because I had a zit on the end of my nose as big as Mount Vesuvius. I shit you not! It looked as if my nose was growing a nose. Even worse, the growth didn’t even have a head so I could squeeze it. I brushed, showered and ate breakfast bummed out that I looked like Bozo the clown.

When I got to my locker at school Amanda took one look at my nose and dug out her cell phone.

“Cin, this is Amanda, I’ve got an emergency, meet me in the bathroom by my locker,” she said cryptically.

She flipped her phone shut and grabbed my arm.

Come with me,” she ordered tugging me to the girl’s restroom.

She parked me by the door and darted inside. Fifteen seconds later she came out and pulled me inside. A few girls were touching up their makeup in front of the sinks but no one seemed upset by my presence. I stood there embarrassed to death as the girls cycled in and out, my eyes looking anywhere except toward the stalls. Departees briefed arrivals about my presence. A few of the girls wandered over to check the growth on my nose and make suggestions. Finally after about two minutes this Goth chick pushes through the door and walks over to us.

“Pulaski, this is Cindi Frazier better known as Cin, her father owns Frazier’s Funeral Home. Cin does the make up on the dead people. If anyone can fix your ugly face she can.”

Cin had at least twenty studs in each ear, one in her nose and when she talked I saw she had a barbell through her tongue. Her hair was black, shaded towards purple and her black ensemble would have made Dracula envious. Her face was as pallid white as a Kabuki Dancer’s while her lips were a painted black slash. Cin tilted my head down and said she’d seen worse. She fished around in a purse the size of a GI duffle bag and pulled out a plastic case.

“Theatrical make up,” she lisped around the barbell.

I closed my eyes as she worked. I didn’t really want to see what she was doing. Judging by her own make up, I figured I was in deep doo-doo. In less than a minute she swatted me on the ass to turn me toward the mirror.

“There you go pretty boy, good as new.”

I squinted open my eyes and stared in amazement. Even staring into the mirror from a foot away my nose looked completely normal.

I thanked Cin profusely and told her I owed her one. She said she knew how to find me if she thought of anything. I thanked Amanda and gave her a kiss.

“I owe you too, Mandy.”

She said she had a couple of ideas on how I could repay her, already.

Football practice was easy on Thursdays. We practiced executing plays without pads and had a skull session watching game films of our next opponent. The game coming up the next night was our final game of the season. If we won we would be conference champions again and move on to the regional tournament.

I had just finished my homework and was watching CSI when Amanda called.

“Can you come over for a little while?” she asked.

“Sure, Mandy. Can’t get enough, huh?”

She made a funny sound then started coughing. “Jesus, Pulaski, you made me choke on my soda. In your dreams I can’t get enough! In real life I want to talk about this connection thing.”

I had her hold on while I asked Dad. When he said yes, I told her I’d be right over. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth then cut through the kitchen and grabbed a Bud Light long neck out of the fridge. The beer wasn’t for me. I didn’t drink much and couldn’t see myself ever starting, especially as I was driving my ‘brand new’ (to me) truck.

I cruised up to the gates of Palmdale Trails and stopped even though my buddy the guard waved me on. He leaned out of the gatehouse curiously.

“Dude, s’up?” he asked.

His nametag read Al Jerdin. “Nada, Al, how bout you?”

“Same shit, different day,” he said with a shrug.

“Here’” I said handing him the beer. “Maybe this will help.”

“This is righteous, Dude,” he said quickly hiding the bottle. “I don’t suppose you got a blunt in there too?” he added hopefully.

I laughed and gave him a wave as I gunned my engine and took off.

Jane answered the door when I rang the bell. She was wearing a knee length charcoal skirt and an expensive looking high-necked white silk blouse. She had on nylons but was barefooted. The glass of wine she was holding didn’t keep her from giving me a nice hug. Her large breasts felt good mashed against my chest. I gave her a kiss just serious enough not to be chaste. When she stepped back, I saw Amanda over her shoulder. When our eyes met she gave me a wink.