Ned

The same stuff continued into high school, with a somewhat larger collection of girls, which made it increasingly more difficult to keep from Carrie. Of course, my mother lying for me when necessary helped quite a bit. As I said, being somewhat decent looking and also getting a lot of publicity on the football team did ease a number of legs apart. Molly The Trolley was history, though; she was just too damn popular. I wanted it when I wanted it, and I didn't feel like waiting my turn. I miss her; I really do.

And I did ultimately get the job delivering pizzas for Angelo. My Dad hadn't been in any hurry to set it up after I began to kind of avoid him because of the night that Mom made me suck his cock. First time, last time, the end. Shit, Dad, that was so wrong!

It was then that I slowly weaned myself away from high school girls, except Carrie of course, and graduated to frustrated housewives and other adult women. If I nailed only one out of a hundred, that was still pretty good for a place as busy as Angelo's. Twenty deliveries per night meant a new one every week or so. And since each one I nailed generally became a repeater, life was good. Even if it sometimes felt as if my cock was going to fall off. Ah, what a way to die.

Big Mama was my first among Angelo's customers. Her name was Tina, just like my Mom, but she wasn't like Mom at all. Except in the cunt. I call her Big Mama, only not to her face, because of those big tits she had, so big that it didn't even look like she wore a bra, which she did. The first time I made a delivery to her place, I couldn't help but remember that comment my Dad had made about cows when we were wandering through the red light district in Amsterdam. Only I didn't reject the idea; rather, I thought about burying my head inside those tits.

I think it was the third delivery when she made her move. Definitely it was her move; yes, I was always interested but I never started it with her.

"You're right on time tonight, handsome."

I smiled at her and then I couldn't help it, my eyes darted down to her tits, well hidden in a loose house dress.

"Like what you see, Ned?"

"Hell, yes!"

"Why don't you come in for a while?"

"Angelo will fire me. Can I come back at nine?"

I didn't get back there until a quarter after. She was wearing a bathrobe, somewhat frilly, about as sexy as she could get for someone with her size tits.

"I thought you stood me up, handsome."

I couldn't very well tell her that I had been held up on a long phone conversation with Mom, who was pissed off that I wasn't rushing right home to fuck her, since Dad was at the hospital with some emergency operation. Mom of course ultimately forgave me, though it wasn't until much later that evening. Well, actually, she never used the word 'forgive;' it was more like a soft moan and then a scream.

"Never."

She led me inside, closed the door and immediately pulled me to her, crushing me to her chest as she kissed me. I put a hand between us to squeeze a tit. She broke the kiss and led me toward her bedroom. I knew that there was a chance that my big mouth would get me thrown out, in which case I would go over to Carrie's house and sneak in through her window. Or even go home to Mom. But I had to risk the question.

"Why me?"

She took a deep breath. "Because I like the way your package shows in those jeans." Then she paused. "To tell the truth, it's because I'm here at home with a brand new baby while my husband is away at a conference fucking his secretary and I'm pissed off."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I called the hotel. She's not even registered in a separate room."

"But she might be with someone else."

"That's true. And I might be the Easter Bunny. Same odds."

I began to get undressed, leaving Tina to strip herself. I really had no interest in looking at her body. Fucking it, yes, but not looking at it. She was simply overweight, not pleasant to squeeze, but she did have a nice personality and I knew she would throw herself into the fuck enthusiastically. She rolled onto the bed, on her back, and pulled me down on her, kissing me. My fingers reached for her cunt and plunged in; she was wet enough. She took Big Guy and rubbed him on her clit before lining him up at her hole, her other hand spreading her pussy lips for me.

I slammed into her to the hilt, my balls slapping her on the ass. She smiled like 'I am going to really like this fuck, Ned.' When I drew back and blasted in again, she said it out loud. My third plunge drew a moan and the fourth a yelp.

But it was just a scream of pleasure. She kept encouraging me, "Fuck me, Ned, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME."

I complied, until I was close to my own cum. I wanted to wait for her but Big Guy was in no mood for niceties. Tina knew it and reached down between us to squeeze my balls. Boom, it was over for me; my cum shot out into the gaping chasm of her cunt. With my first burst of baby sauce, her hand moved from my nuts and she began to pinch her clit, hard. This time her scream was the sign of an orgasm, as her body shuddered under me and her teeth went into my shoulder.

I pulled out of her but she held onto me, grabbing my ass and lifting me over her face. Big Guy was slimy with our combined cum, and the last drops of my own stuff pooled at my slit, hanging down over her face. I thought she was going to lick it clean but she demurred, just rolling me off onto my back next to her.

"Clean your cum out of me, handsome."

What could I do? I've cleaned out enough pussies not to be afraid of it, but still, I knew, just knew that her cunt would smell like rotten fish. It did. I took a very shallow breath and began to lick her clean as rapidly as possible.

We lay there quietly. What the hell did I have to say to her? I closed my eyes but I couldn't fall asleep. After a while I felt her hand on my balls and I began to get hard again. Figuring that she was probably interested and that there was no sense wasting a hard-on, I straddled Tina's face. My ass rested on her breastplate, just above her tits.

"Glad you're awake, Ned. Is there something you'd like me to do for you?"

We both smiled the lecherous smiles of lust as Big Mama began to lick dried cum from Big Guy. My hands rested against the headboard as I pressed my cock into her mouth, to be met with a rapidly lunging tongue. As she sucked, I slowly realized just how talented her mouth was.

While she was polishing my knob, her hand moved back to diddle my balls. Then her fingers slid up into the crack and began to rub against my perfect circle. My sphincter tightened automatically; I had never had anything up there except my own finger while I was jerking off. Still, Tina pressed and I soon felt her up there to her first knuckle. When I didn't object any longer, she pushed it all the way in, massaging my prostate. It was excruciatingly exciting, pain without hurt. I was so close but something was missing. I realized what it was.

I pulled Big Guy out of Tina's mouth — without disturbing her probing finger — and moved down her body a bit. I put my cock between her two tits and pressed them together, forming a cunt-like sheath. I pumped violently; her huge mammaries giving me a better tit-fuck than Mom had ever given. Two, three, four thrusts and my cum was soon blasting out; face, neck, tits. Then I put my lips on her nipples and began to drink some of the milk she was producing for her baby. I think that getting milk from a tit is almost the most erotic thing for a guy, second only to watching two women eat each other.

Tina pulled her finger out of my ass and began to suck on it, with the smile of 'the cat that ate the canary.'

My cell phone rang. I got off the bed and went to pick up my jeans. As I turned back toward the bed, I saw Tina scooping my cum off her body and licking it off her fingers and hand. The sight got me hard all over again. The Caller ID showed Mom's cell phone. She probably wanted to know when I'd be home to fuck her. I pushed the button that sent the call into my voicemail.

"Thank you, Ned."

"For what?"

"For not answering the phone."

"It was my Mom, probably wanting to know when I'll be home."

"Oh, she wants your cock, does she?"

I fucked her once more and then went home, only to return whenever her husband chose to take his secretary to some imaginary conference. Happily, her philandering husband traveled often.

And it truly was luck, for Kitty was one fabulous piece of ass. She was flat chested but she had hips made for fucking. She was kind of ditzy though on remembering details, like she wrote that I was uncut. Shit, with a doctor for a Dad and a nurse for a Mom, don't you think they would damn well make sure that I was circumcised?

Talk about ditzy, though. Did you read her story? Despite everything Mom and Dad had taught me, despite all the stuff I learned in Health class, read in the magazines and newspapers, heard on television, even knowing intellectually that Kitty was a wild lady who paid no attention to her marital vows, I fucked her raw. Not my idea; I always carried rubbers with me, but Kitty didn't want me to use them.

Which meant that I ran the risk of bringing home some disease to Mom or to Carrie, whose mother did put her on the pill so I didn't have to use a condom with her any more. Plus it wasn't just a one-nighter; I was seeing — that means fucking — Kitty for months, sharing her free time with her boss. No, I don't mean threesomes, I never met the guy, I mean alternate evenings. Always bareback.

The first time I bedded Kitty, she took it up the ass, before anything else. She really loved it that way, even more that Mom did. Mom put up with it as a favor to Dad and me but it wasn't her preference. I kept trying to fix up Dad or Mom with her. Dad was a square; he just wouldn't do it. Mom might have someday given it a try. I know that she and Kitty were exchanging emails all the time, and they swapped photos online. (Mom is prettier than Kitty and she has much nicer tits.) They used to instant-message each other and get each other off that way, but personally, I think that IM keeps your hands on the keyboard too much and that means that you can't be playing with yourself without a lot of interruptions.

The fact that they never got together was their loss. I definitely would have loved to do a threesome with them, but I've got a feeling that they wouldn't have wanted me in the room if they were eating each other. Sometimes I jerk off thinking about that scene. I don't know, not likely that I'll ever find out.

But the bad thing about fucking Kitty is that she made me let my guard down. After that first night, whenever I got a new cunt, I would try to go into her bareback. If she objected, I always had a box of raincoats with me, but lots of times I didn't need them. When I look back on those times, especially now that I'm in med school, I realize how stupid it was, how dangerous it was. Nowadays I still fuck Mom and Carrie without rubbers, but no one else. I know Mom never reads this website; Carrie might, I'm not sure, but I think she already suspects me of cheating on her. So be it. But I swear that I'll never fuck anyone new without a rubber, never.

"Hello?"

"Ned?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, Ned. This is Sue; Sue from 1500 East."

"Oh, hello. How did you get my home number?"

"I got it from my friend Kitty."

The silence was deafening as I processed Kitty's name together with the idea that she had given Sue my home number.

"Are you busy tomorrow, Ned?"

More silence.

"Is ten o'clock tomorrow morning good for you?"

"Ten is good."

"We won't need any pizza."

Once she mentioned Kitty's name, I knew what she wanted. It wasn't the first time that one of my conquests — I don't really like that word, dear — one of my cunts had recommended me to someone else. I was in college at the time, still living at home. Shit, I couldn't move away from Mom and all the comforts she supplies. As well as Angelo's pizza customers. Anyway, as a college guy, I was still a braggart to my friends, but I didn't think they would ever believe me if I told them about the referrals.

"Mom, I'm going out. I may not be back until late."

"What's her name, Stud?"

"Sue."

"How'd you meet her?"

"She's a customer, but the odd thing is that she just called here out of the blue. She's a friend of Kitty's."

"And what lie should I tell Carrie if she calls?"

"I don't know. Just try to make sure that it's not one you've already used."

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss goodbye?"

I knew what she wanted; it wasn't just a kiss. My left hand pulled her toward me for the kiss; our lips met, parting to allow our tongues to reacquaint themselves. My right hand meanwhile was under her skirt, fingers crawling under the thongs that Mom had become accustomed to wearing. (Yes, I sometimes did wear her thong the next day, as I did the panties, but by then I was getting so much cunt around town that I mostly had to wear my own underwear or I'd be answering questions that I wanted to avoid. Alas, that was a small price to pay for all the pussy I was enjoying.) I twisted alongside Mom, keeping our lips joined, so that I could get a more comfortable angle at her pussy.

My fingers slid in through her damp lips and my thumb came over the top, pinching her clit as I finger-fucked her. Speedy Tina Barrett moved her mouth down to bite my shoulder as her orgasm hit. She squealed through her teeth; I could see the sheen of the perspiration on her forehead. My fingers were still inside her when she spoke.

"Thank you, Ned. That was better than ever."

I slid my fingers out of her and began to sniff them before licking them dry.

"Let me know if she goes both ways, Ned. I haven't tasted pussy for a while."

I looked at her curiously, then decided to keep my mouth shut. But my warped brain was active.

I had my driver's license by then, of course, as well as my own car. The ride to Sue's house was short, and there was plenty of space in the visitors' parking area, which is where I park the pizza car when I make deliveries there. It's a big building and Angelo's is the closest pizzeria, so we have lots of customers there.

As usual, I gave my name to the man on security and he punched in some buttons before I heard a recording with Sue's voice announcing that I was expected. This was despite the fact that I delivered there all the time and he knew me by sight. It just shows how careful they are there. The concierge, a man I knew as Bobby, was sitting nearby with a very curious look on his face. It was like, why is that pizza kid here without a pizza box?

Her apartment door was open as I got off the elevator. Sue was leaning on the doorpost waiting for me. A quick glance showed white dress slacks and a well tailored blouse, nicer stuff than she usually wore when I made a delivery to her.

"Hi Sue. How'd you know I was here?"

"I got a call from Bobby, the concierge."

"He was looking at me kind of funny when I got here. I wondered what it was all about."

"Well..."

"Ah, I see."

"Past history. Nothing more. Come on in."

As I entered, she asked me if I wanted anything to drink.

"Coffee, please."

"Coffee? For such a young fellow?"

"Hey, I'm in college already. You have no idea what else I drink."

"And do you have any other vices, Ned?"

Now, I never had any doubt about why I had been invited, but she was really laying it on thick. I decided to have some fun and play along.