maybe it was just my eyes malfunctioning. Remember, I was still climaxing myself, the prisoner of a delicious orgasm that promised to stay with me for the rest of my life. All I really knew was that his prick suddenly jabbed me long and deep, that it lunged hard into my cunt and stayed there, filling my tight hole with its ballooning length and thickness.
When I felt his cock explode, I realized that the super-groovy pitch of my creaming was nothing but a prelude. That big peter shook and burst inside me, boiling my guts with its hot scum, and I pulled myself up from the bed, wrapping him like a snake as I took the fuck-juice he offered. All I could think of was his big prick spraying the walls of my cunt with its sweet, tasty jizz, and I wondered how girls ever managed to enjoy fucking before the Pill was invented. He kept on shooting, gallons of cum at least, and I could feel trickles of it dripping from my hole as we clung and came together. He gave me enough goo to knock up a stageful of Miss Teenage America contestants but, thank God and the pharmaceutical industry, none of it fell on fertile ground. On the other hand, a fuck like this was worth a couple of pregnancies.
The muscles of my snatch milked his prick while it squirted, and I teased more and more of the steamy spunk from his balls. He must have been in sheer agony but he didn't show it. Instead he just kept that big peter shoved into my cunt until it quivered with dry heaves and began to wilt.
My pussy fought to keep his cock in place. The muscles contracted and rippled on his fuck-stick, coaxing it to remain hard, but nature is nature. His cock shrank and retreated down my cum-slick tunnel and slid out with a little popping squish that made me sigh in sorrow. And when his prick had left my cunt, the overflow of his jism rolled out like a tide, soaking my beaver and the insides of my thighs. I could feel it dripping, hot and wet and sticky, and I reached down to scoop it up in my hands.
It was a fragrant mess that I had on my fingers then, a combination of cunt and cock juice. Roy collapsed beside me on the bed, sighing heavily, and I gave him a big smile just before I scooped the gobs of our mixed cum into my mouth. I licked and sucked my fingers clean, and it was delicious.
'We make a good team,' I smiled, fingering up some more of the spillage. 'It tastes like gravy, our jisms. Here,' and I offered it to him. He shook his head, giving me a funny look. I only shrugged. If it wasn't his trip, fine. But it was mine.
I put my fingers in my mouth again and sucked them lingeringly, pretending that it was really his cock in my mouth. But from the looks of his red, shrunken dick, he wouldn't have a hard-on again soon, and my fingers were a poor substitute in the long run.
'Next time,' I said then, 'let's try it with me on top. I think my ass is mattress-burned.'
He took me by the shoulders and his face was more serious than I thought faces should or could be. 'There's not going to be a next time,' he said. 'This is the most hideous moment of my life. If I had a gun, I think I'd kill myself right now.'
'God help me, I let it become a game for me, too, and I did something I shouldn't have. All I want to do now is get cleaned up, into some fresh clothes, and out of here. I stopped in to visit your mother, but I don't think I could face Carrie now, not in a million years, not after this. I don't really think I'll be able to face myself in the morning.'
What a bummer! I thought. We'd only fucked, but to hear him tell it, he was a prime candidate for the next Nuremberg trial session. Fucking wasn't a big deal – fucking the way he and I had fucked was a big deal, a good deal, too. I didn't feel guilty, but I wanted to have that dick of his inside my cunt again and soon.
'Shit,' I pouted.
'Where can I wash up?' he asked, ignoring my sulk.
I pointed to the door of my bathroom.
'Shower's in there,' I said. 'Help yourself.'
He went out. In a few moments I heard the sound of water running. Goddamned fucking shit! I thought angrily. There was a pack of cigarettes beside the room phone and I reached for it.
Just as my phone began to ring. It's on its own line, an unlisted number, too, so I was pretty sure who was calling. I lit the cigarette stuck between my lips and picked up the receiver. 'Hi, Mom,' I said.
When Roy came out of the bathroom, he was wearing his shirt and shorts again.
'Mom just called,' I said. 'Shell be home about eight-thirty this evening.'
He colored when he heard it, and I wondered again just how much there had been to Daddy's accusations. How friendly had Mom and Roy ever gotten?
'She knows you're here,' I added. 'She wants to see you. Told me to tie you down if necessary.'
The look of resignation on his face then was worth a hundred dollars cash.
CHAPTER THREE
I dressed and got Roy's suitcase from the back of his car, while he fished his soaked pants and jacket from the pool. Then he got into some dry clothes and I fixed us fresh drinks, intending to chat him up till he was recovered enough to get a nice hard-on and fuck me again.
He saw through me, of course. I figured that a recital of my sexual history might get him excited, so I began with a description of how the boy who took care of the riding stables at school had persuaded me and a friend to look at his prick and take turns sucking it. That was when we were twelve and impressionable. It didn't take the devious young bastard long to get us into the hay.
Roy listened, nodding seriously, and I thought I could see him turning on, but when he found a chance to speak, he asked me questions about the divorce, about how Mom and Daddy were before it happened, about how I felt. He sounded like a school psychologist pumping an unwary subject, but it wasn't the kind of pumping I had in mind.
So when I got the floor, I moved on to the next chapter in my life, a picnic for our school and the neighboring boys' academy which turned into an orgy in the bushes. That didn't face Roy. He listened to me talk, still nodding straight faced, and then he wanted to know how I thought about my father.
It hit me in a twinkling. He was leading up to what he figured would be a startling revelation to me – that I'd come on with him because I was lonely and had sexual feelings toward my Daddy. He was about to tell me that he represented a father figure in my subconscious and that was why I sucked and balled him.
That was horse-shit. I didn't have any sex feelings about Daddy. He was a pleasant man, fat and bald on top, and sometimes we could laugh together, and that was it, buddy. And anyway, he was in Australia now. The worst was, I didn't really miss him. I only saw him in the summers or on holidays, when I was home from one of the schools they were always sending me to. Daddy and I hardly knew one another, though we did manage to have a little fun together.
I gave Uncle Roy a smug grin that was intended to let him know I was in on his scheme, and as soon as I got the chance to speak I told him about Kendy, my roomie last year at school. She's the one who used to lick my cunt. I enjoyed eating her snatch, too, but not as much as she liked to get her hands and mouth on me. She was from somewhere in New York state, up along the Hudson, very sophisticated, very cute, with the makings of a first-class lesbian. Oh, she'd screw guys sometimes, for kicks or just to be bitchy, but most of her interests revolved around pussies, and mine in particular. She seduced me the first night we shared a room, and I described it to the Uncle Roy in vivid detail, the way she'd crawled into bed with me, all teary-eyed about being away from home and soooo lonely. And before I knew it she had my nightie pulled up and her finger in my crack.
Her mouth soon replaced her finger and she was sucking cunt-honey out of my gash by the gallon. I'd had my cunt licked and sucked by guys, by that time, but never so sweetly as Kendy managed to eat me. Her tongue was like a butterfly on my pussy and I climaxed into her gulping mouth again and again, till my legs and twat ached and my heart was warm and full of love.
So she invited me to give her snatch a try. I did, and I found out why she grooved on that scene so fiercely. Not many guys can eat cunt as nicely as a girl can, and before the first semester was up I'd gotten to be nearly as dykey as Kendall. In fact, I got so interested in her that I almost gave up guys completely. Until one night I got worried about turning into a queer, so I sneaked out of the dorm, went into town, and picked up a guy for a refresher course in hetero fucking. I brought him back with me – Kendy was home for the week to attend an
