Chapter 129: Fun with Friends

Now that everyone is clearing out from the hangout, what else are we going to do now that Mission Frank was completed?

Turns out that we were going to see how many people could get crammed in the back seat of my Lotus.

The two girls that had been with the dicks were now standing around looking lost. They had managed to snag their bags from Dick two’s car before it was towed off. That was as far as their thinking had gotten them.

Wow! No wonder they were with those morons. These girls are airheaded sheep. Someone needs tell them what to do and herd them around. They wouldn’t go to the trouble of dying blonde hair brown, would they?

“Since no one else offered, David will drop you off on the way to his house,” Trudy said.

That led in to the discussion that took an odd turn. Everyone had heard about someone saying they were spending the night at someone else’s house when they were really going to some party to get laid by anyone with a hard dick. Usually the girls got stupid about what they told their parents and ended up getting busted at some point. Well these two airheads had left notes for their families that they were going off to the mountains with a friend’s family they had camped with before. The place had no cell reception. They would see them in two weeks. That was on Wednesday. Both had been screwing the two assholes, and their friends, ever since then. Now they had nowhere to stay and were too scared to face their parents.

I got a text from Paula that said to tell them, “Your parents are going to pick you up at my house. It seems they were given a short version of what you two have been doing, along with some clips of the videos. My friend that helped make the videos disappear off those moron’s phones said that it would make them at least have a buffer, whatever that means. You should be happy that it isn’t something stupid like drinking or drugs. Look at it this way, it is done now, and your parents already know. Getting grounded gives you an excuse to stay away from everyone until you think it over a bit. If you still want to be treated like live blowup dolls for the athletes at school, then that is your choice.”

At least they now have no choice but to use the few brain cells they have for them to think it over.

I noticed that by the time I had finished talking to them that Frank was already in the back seat behind Trudy with Kirsten on his lap. I suspected something, but wanted to wait until I got in to tell for sure. Both airheads were skinny enough to get a belt on over them without their legs touching Frank. As I helped them get the belt on I caught a whiff of them. My shield didn’t protect me this time and they both reeked.

Those two are going right up to my shower. Once they smell like girls again they are getting dressed in something other than the easy access fuck clothes they have on now. Should I take them around to the back yard to hose them off first?

When I was turning a corner, without coming to a complete stop since there was no stop sign, I saw what I had suspected. I knew it had to be Kirsten that had fished out Frank’s boner and pushed it inside her as she got on his lap. He saw me looking back in the rearview mirror and grinned as he reached up inside Kirsten’s bikini top to play with her bare tit. Kirsten was obviously rocking on his dick slowly. By the time we were almost to my house she had one of his hands rubbing her clit, the other on her now exposed breast. Her skirt had ridden up all the way so everyone in the car could see everything they were doing. The two airheads were mesmerized.

“Why is he touching you now that his dick it in you,” one of the airheads asked.

Before Kirsten could even answer the other asked why Frank was gently rubbing her breast and nipple gently.

“First he is rubbing my clit because I asked him to do it. The damn seatbelt is making it impossible to do much else to help me get off,” Kirsten told her as she was moving Frank’s fingers to rub on her clit the way she wanted instead of him just rubbing around it randomly. “Secondly I didn’t like him squeezing my breast like it was an orange he was trying to squeeze the juice out of. I told him what I liked so that is what he is doing. Once we get where I can safely take the seatbelt off I am going ride him until he fills the rubber he is wearing. Then maybe we will wash up before we sixty-nine so I can get a good long drink of his juice. Maybe not. I haven’t talked it over with him. We have been a bit preoccupied.”

I will say she is now very comfortable talking about sex in front of me and two girls I know she would never talk to in school.

As soon as we pulled into the garage, Trudy got out to slide her seat forward and off came Kirsten and Frank’s seatbelt. Both airheaded girls were still stunned as they watched Frank driving up into Kirsten from behind as she leaned over the seat. The fucking didn’t last long before Frank was fighting to try to keep the rubber on as Kirsten’s vagina was pulling it off him as he was getting limp.

I was getting good enough at it now that I could make myself see inside the air head girl’s uterus to tell if they just had a period, were close to ovulating or there was an egg waiting. A part of a second peek would tell me if they were safe or not to have sperm inside them anytime soon. Looking at the two girls behind me I saw that both were the safest they could get, at least for around seven months or so. Since I hadn’t disconnected my goggles from the place in my head it zoomed in to show that one was close to two and a half months pregnant, the other about two months. I remembered what Jane had showed me, but this wasn’t an egg that the sperm had just gotten into. Both were way too far along now and it wasn’t my right to do anything like that to them.

“Girls, OUT! Give them some privacy already. You two stink. Follow me and I will show you where you can get a shower,” I said as they snapped out of their voyeurism and we headed to my room.

When we got in my bathroom I told them to strip.

The hesitated so I said, “If you want your parents picking you up smelling like a crack whore’s mattress and dressed like five-dollar truck stop cunts, that is up to you. I mean, really. Here I am trying to help you out and you are acting like I’m some sort of fucking pervert. Come on and get over yourselves already. You fuck all their jock buddies on camera yet get shy with me? There are plenty of girlie shampoos, conditioners, and soaps from when Trudy decided to camp out in my room while I was away on spring break. You can see the big stack of fluffy bath sheets and hair towels. Now give me your clothes so I can have some hope of having them clean by the time you have to go home. Look I may not be a jock, but I can strip your skinny butts naked even if it means I have to get scissors to cut your clothes off you and send you home naked.”

I reached into a drawer by my bathroom sink and pulled out a pair of scissors. That was all it took to have them stripped naked to stand there and look at me.

“Really? Come on already. Get in the shower and clean yourselves up,” I told them.

They got in the shower and made a half-assed attempt to rub soap around on their bodies. I don’t know if they were in shock or just that dim. I hoped it was shock.

I grabbed their clothes to take out to my bedroom when I found the girl from the crowd at the fast food court earlier, the one I had shown Paula’s doctored up video, standing in my room. She gave me a big hug before taking their clothes from me.

“I was smart enough to get away from those idiots as soon as one told me I had to suck off his buddy as a way to pay for the ride and food,” she told me. “They hadn’t perfected their little mind fuck scam when they got to me. I was god smacked horny for him after he ran back a fumble to win the game. How was I to know that the team they played against got beaten by a middle school girl’s football team the week prior? Those two girls don’t even know which way is up right now. They gotten used to being fuck toys for anyone the boys let bed them. I’m sorry David, but have to take one in the name of being a nice guy. You are going to have to go in there wash them, top to bottom. Probably twice. If you have a shower wand you might as well push that in them to wash out as much as you can get out. The dressers are mostly clothes for girls, right?”

I went over to show her the underwear and then told her how I wanted the girls in either long skirts or jeans with very nice button up tops. Both would be wearing plain white panties as well as a plain white bra. It was a ruse, but maybe it would at least get their parent’s thinking the girls wanted some help. Hopefully professional help. She smiled as she was checking me out as I stripped.

“Nice body isn’t it,” Trudy said from across the room. “If I was looking for a boy to try on for size I doubt I could do any better around school.”

I found me a pair of trunks that I could tie so they wouldn’t get much of a chance to do anything with me. I didn’t see any diseases inside them, but my dick was smaller than pretty much any boy at school. There was no need to even risk them going around saying they couldn’t even feel my smaller dick inside them or some other bullshit like that.

Both looked up a bit shocked at me when I got in the shower wearing trunks.

Like I care.

I got the one nearest to me and pushed her under the water to get her hair wet. I had to soap her hair up three times before I was able to get a good enough lather going to know it was getting clean. I rinsed it out and then put in what I had recently learned was a bottle of conditioner costing a hundred dollars a bottle when bought by the case. I Flipped girls and repeated the hair washing. I then got the wash mitts soaped up with something that smelled better than either of them. The girl that had been in my room knocked on the shower door. She asked for my right hand, pulled off the shower mitt and slid on a long-sleeved rubber glove that fit my arm like a rubber with fingers.

I didn’t need you to point at your pussy and then butt to get the idea of what you wanted me to do with the glove you know.

Turned out I was glad to have it. After washing the first one’s body I went to wash her pussy with just a bit of soap on the rubber glove. I had no problems getting off the layers of dried cum out of her pussy hair without having to give up and shave her bald. When I got her foot up on the bench and pushed two fingers down to spread her open, I watched as who knows what started running out of her. Whatever it wasn’t something that would come out of one the asshole’s dicks. The stuff was sticky while being greasy. I had to use a lot of soap and hot water to get it out from between her inner lips before I was able to even think about trying to wash around her vagina or use the shower wand inside them. It took me a lot of work to get enough cleaned out that it released the flood of sperm the goop had been holding inside her. I don’t know how many guys must of shot off inside her to make what looked like half a cup of sperm empty out of her. Using the enhanced view of my goggles, from being linked into the place in my head, I looked to see what else was inside her to still be washed out. The wash wand had a strong stream setting so I used that to aim into her vagina. When it didn’t quite work how I wanted I told her to put her fingers inside and pull herself open down there. I had meant her lips, but she really stretched her vagina way open. I had a lot of success washing out all the sperm and goop from inside her.

When I turned her around to do her butthole I found it plugged with a wine bottle cork. It was one that had the big knob part on top to pull it from the bottle without needing a corkscrew. With her having a very tight asshole I hurt her a bit when I was breaking it free of the sticky goop that had been used on her pussy too. She only whimpered though. Once it was out I got the goo cleaned off her inside and out. Then I told her to stay still as I got the nozzle of the handheld showerhead, turned to the high-pressure stream, pushed it tightly against her butthole, and turned it on. I looked inside her as to watch it filling her bowels up until she could hold no more.

“Hold it in and don’t poop on my floor. If you can stand to have the cork up your butt, you can hold it in long enough for me to dry you off first,” I told her as I quickly dried her off and then put her on a toilet. “You aren’t done in the shower yet, so get back in when you are emptied out.”

The other girl wasn’t nearly as much of a zombie now. She had managed to clean away the sticky crud between her legs and remove the cork on her own. I still had to help her wash out her vagina since she was standing there holding it open for me. I looked inside her as I was getting the water ready to wash out her butt, and I saw she didn’t have much in there except what was there from lunch. I did help her get the sticky goo cleaned out and then she had me put water inside her before she squatted over the drain to let it run back out.

She tried hard to keep from crying as she said, “He told me if I ever got shit on his dick again he was going to have every guy he knew take my butt until I barfed out sperm.”

I had the conditioner rinsed out of her hair and she was standing under the hot water when the other girl came back from off the toilet. I got her washed up again then rinsed her hair out.

What I hadn’t expected was they were both great at fishing a dick out of a leg hole of a guy’s shorts. Once they got my dick out and had me hard, I found I was tired of the way the trunks were scratching on my dick. I started to pull them off and they stopped me. Both felt my balls and rubbed my dick a bit. When they stopped I went limp again so they gently tucked me back into my trunks.

“David, I finally see what all of the girls wanting to get in your bed were talking about. Your cock is perfect. It isn’t a monster dick that will hurt them when you pluck their cherries. If you treat them only as nice as you’re treating us they wouldn’t be able to stop begging you to push your dick inside them until you can’t get it hard anymore no matter what they try,” the second one said before crying against my chest.

I guess the other girl is still too numb to let it out.

I took my time drying them both off. Luckily, they did the hair wrap thing for me. I doubt I will ever get how to do it as good as girls who have been doing it for years. I had them both sit on my bed as I stripped off my trunks. Trudy and the girl who came over from the food plaza, Frank and Kirsten watched both girls reactively lay back, spread their legs wide, and pull themselves open. I shook my head as I put on a pair of dry shorts and then got some lotion.

“Ok Frank. Get your ass over here. How about we put your years of jacking off using both hands to good use. You probably want a pair of my shorts from the bottom drawer. This stuff gets on your clothes and it will make a big greasy spot which doesn’t wash out easily. You just got those shorts. No point putting more greasy spots on them,” I said.

He was extremely bashful as he turned his back to us as he stripped and then pulled on a pair of my shorts. I spent the next hour showing him how to rub the lotion in well from head to toe. I cautioned him that it was fine to work into their buttholes, but never put lotion anywhere around their pussies except the area on the sides of their mounds. It would really burn when they peed if it got inside their lips. Some would cause a nasty infection. Twice as I was telling him what to do Kirsten had to come over to pull a filled rubber off his shrinking dick. I had to make him move to the side because the girl kept trying to get him inside her when he leaned forward to put lotion on her chest. Both girls dozed for a while as the rest of us alternated between playing the pinball machines and the X-Box One.

When one of their phones rang with her parents asking for directions to my house, both were instantly awake. Kirsten and the other girl got them both dressed exactly like I had wanted. They were told their other clothes weren’t salvageable. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference to them.

The walk of shame is still better than the brain dead bimbos I pushed in to the shower earlier.

Both sets of parents arrived within a few minutes of each other. At first, they thought the girls had been making up their lies to come sleep with me. I had to convince them otherwise by putting up the video clips of the girls Paula had sent to my phone at some point. The videos weren’t fuzzed out or had any of their screams, squeals and wet sounds of sex muted out. It even finished with two unknown men putting the corks in their butts and then putting the sticky, greasy glop between their legs. Another showed both girls getting it doggie style with panties stuffed in their mouths as they pulled a train of seventeen different freshman jocks until all of the boys were limp. The girls were being complete bitches to the boys as they said the boys weren’t worth a shit if that was all they could give them. There wasn’t any question it was the girl’s worn out pussies the boys were pulling out of.

The parents were stunned to say the least. It looked like they hadn’t even heard of such things happening. For being a good guy, I got nasty looks from their parents as the girls told about how I had washed them free of the crud they saw the men put on them in the last video clip.

Out of nowhere they started getting bitchy toward me, probably to try to get points with their parents. I let them take their best shots before I fired back.

Cunts. I do all I can to try to help them only to have them shit on me? Yeah you are so not getting away with that shit. I now remember all the nasty shit girls said to each other in middle school.

“Girls, do you even remember when you had your last period? How long ago was it? Two, maybe three months ago? Did you notice that you were nauseated as your sucked the boys off before they took you to breakfast? You even think you can guess which of the dozens of boys and men you have been sleeping with who might be the father? Did any of them ever use a rubber? I bet you don’t even know if any of them had any STDs, do you,” I asked as I was closing the door after having directed them and their parents out of my house.

Their moms were as dim as the girls. It took them at least two minutes for them to process what I said before I saw the color drain from the girls and mom’s faces. Don’t get bitchy with someone who was doing his best to try to help you save your asses from yourselves.

The girl that had come over from the food court pulled me into a hug before saying, “As much as I really want you to show me how a decent boy can give a girl pleasure, like I have heard you do very well, I still have way too many issues to deal with after what those jerks did to me. Maybe sometime after next Christmas you can pencil me in. Now if you happen to need another body to teach a guy you can trust on how to give a girl a massage. I will be happy to be your naked model. Well almost naked. I will have to steal a pair of panties from your stash so I don’t get lotion on mine. Breasts are breasts, but some of my treasures aren’t for just any eyes. At least not anymore.”

She hurried off out the door as well. Trudy called me to my room and then locked the door behind us. Kirsten and Frank were having another round in the guest room.

“Get nude David. I think I saw something. I have to make sure I wasn’t seeing things wrong,” she told me as she was already down to just her panties. She didn’t let me have much chance at getting naked myself and instead stripped me herself. She then pushed me back onto the bed. Trudy went right for my dick. She sucked me hard before starting to stroke it as she moved her tongue on the head to get it wet.

She must have really missed having me up inside her when she went to sleep.

Right after I got back from Spring Break Trudy had issues getting me up inside her. She was having the same problem today so I let her take her time slowly doing little ins and outs to get me fully seated in her hot pocket.

This is taking a lot longer than when I got back from Spring Break. If she is having to fight hard to not start screwing me shouldn’t I stop her? I don’t want her to end up going back to how she told me she had been before she moved here.