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Marie (m/f, f/f, cons/nc, ins), Part 8
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MARIE
CHAPTER EIGHT
I called home and told Mom where I was going to be and said I
should be home by seven and if I was going to be later I'd call again.
Then I queued up with the other kids in the faculty parking lot. I'd
expected a bunch of real dorky-looking characters, but most of them
were
real cute. I didn't know any of them when I got there, but I knew all
of
them by the time Ed showed up and loaded us all into the Microbus. It
was nice to be with a group of kids my age who were as bright as me
and
as mature, especially since they were good-looking.
The house where Mr. Sautter -- Ed -- lived was a big two-storey
colonial. It was white and in another year it was going to need a coat
of paint. It was at the end of Eagle Point Road, right next to the
cemetery. Tall, tall hedges surrounded the entire plot. The yard was
enormous, easily an acre, and there was a good-sized in-ground pool.
We piled out of the Microbus and Ed showed us around the first
floor of the house and told us to make ourselves at home while he
changed. He went up the stairs and a couple of us wandered out through
the patio doors opening from the family room to the yard. The
furnishings in the house were what you'd expect of three bachelors on
a
budget -- mid-Twentieth Century Catch-All.
Ed reappeared in cut-off jeans and a PEACE NOW tee-shirt and got us
started setting up lawn chairs and preparing the picnic table and the
barbecue grill. Susan, his friend, showed up about twenty minutes
later.
She was real cute and real sexy -- and young. She was a senior at
Toledo
University, which made her about twenty-one or twenty-two.
Susan was about five-foot-four, with dark brown hair cut in bangs
and light green eyes. She had a great face, a sprinkling of freckles,
a
wide and sexy mouth with real soft lips, and a button nose. She was
slim, but curvy, too. She was wearing old faded jeans and a short-
sleeved blouse and if you looked at her, you couldn't figure out
exactly
what it was about her that was sexy, but she was. The boys in our
group
couldn't stop looking at her. I sneaked some peeks, myself.
She got the chicken barbecuing and we mixed up some punch and then
we all sat around and talked about what writing meant to us, what it
could be and how the group might work. It was nice. It was also
getting
damn hot out in that afternoon sun and I started looking at the pool
the
way I usually looked at George -- with longing.
Around four, we all dug into the chicken and a huge bowl of German
potato salad that had been lurking in the refrigerator. Barbecued
chicken is messy and we got it smeared all over our hands and faces.
By
five, we were all feeling fat and lazy. Ed suggested another meeting a
couple of weeks later and then offered to drive home anyone who wanted
a
lift.
"Leaving Guess Who with the cleanup," Susan muttered. She was
standing near me. I offered to stay and help. At first she said no,
but
I explained that I wasn't expected home for a while and said if I
could
use the phone, it would be no problem. And it wasn't.
As soon as the van pulled out of the driveway with its chicken-fed
cargo, Susan and I started gathering the debris. It really went a lot
faster with the two of us and we had done everything but wrap the
leftovers in Saranwrap within fifteen minutes. The kitchen had been
getting most of the late day sun and was awfully hot. Sweat was
pouring
off us as we wrapped and stored. Susan told me how she and Ed had met.
She wasn't really in love with him, but she liked him an awful lot and
they had a lot of interests in common.
When the last drumstick was safely wrapped in plastic and ensconced
in the Kenmore refrigerator, Susan turned to me. Her blouse was
plastered to her by sweat. "I need a dip in the worst way."
"You and me both." My demure little white blouse had gotten pretty
sticky, too.
She grabbed my forearm and grinned mischievously. "Let's do it!"
"No suit." I grinned. "But you go ahead."
"We could skinny dip."
"Not this kid," I said. "All we need is some clown to come
wandering back to collect for the newspaper delivery or -- "
"You're right." She brightened. "I have a couple of suits here."
She must have seen the surprise in my face.
"Shoot, I spend enough time here, especially since it's gotten
warm. I'd be a dope not to have a couple of changes of clothes here."
She took both my arms in her hands, her fingers just above my elbows,
and held me at arm's length to appraise me. "Maybe. Come on."
I followed her saucy, denimed butt up to the second floor. She
opened the first door at the top of the stairs. "Ed's room," she said,
pausing. "It'll probably be a shambles."
It wasn't as bad as the bedroom Jeanne and I shared and I said so.
Still, it was a mess. She pulled a small duffel bag from the closet --
also a mess -- and put it on the bed. She began excavating. Three two-
piece suits appeared. She examined them. "What size bra do you wear?"
"Uncomfortable."
She wiggled her fingers at me. "Give."
"I should wear a 27-B -- "
"A what -- Oh. Well -- " She was holding a blue halter that tied in
the back. It was little more than a piece of rubbery blue cloth with
straps and a string. "Let's try this. You're not shy, are you?"
I barely suppressed a laugh. "Not so you'd notice." I stepped out
of my jumper and stripped off my knee-high regulation white socks,
then
unbuttoned my blouse. It had really gotten soaked and it felt good to
have it off.
Susan was staring at me, her jeans opened and her blouse
unbuttoned. "Oh, you poor kid." Her gaze was focused on my breasts.
"That must be so uncomfortable."
Her saying it made me aware of it -- an awareness that was doubled
by relief when I removed the pre-deb bra that was the only thing I
could
find as small as 27 inches. Of course, it was designed for a kid
wearing
a bra more for practice than need.
My breasts, freed, swelled out from their unnatural constriction.
There were red marks where the bra cut into them. I rubbed the welts
absently. I nodded ruefully in response to her remark.
"Oh, you are so lovely," she said, surveying my panty-clad form.
"Your breasts are absolutely perfect." She peeled off her blouse and
was
half-naked before me.
"You've got nothing to complain about," I said. And it was true.
Her breasts were firm and conical and she had really big aureoles and
her nipples looked like they could get very thick and prominent. She
sighed and stripped off her jeans and panties and selected a red-and-
green striped two-piece. I noticed that her cunt hair was very short
and
looked like it had been trimmed.
She spotted the direction of my gaze and laughed -- almost giggled,
in fact. "Ed likes -- " She caught herself. "I'm sorry. Looking at you
and listening to you, it's easy to forget you're just a kid in
Catholic
school and -- Well, I didn't mean to offend you."
I stared her right in the eye and said, "There's a difference
between 'young' and 'kid.' I'm young, sure, but I'm not a little kid.
I've done some stuff."
"'Stuff'?"
"With guys. Lots of stuff."
She arched an eyebrow.
"Everything."
The other eyebrow went up. I nodded.
She reached into her duffel bag and withdrew a squeeze-bottle of
skin lotion. "For those marks."
I nodded, thinking she was changing the subject. I held out my
hand.
"Let me," she said, squeezing some of the lotion into her hand. She
put the bottle down and then rubbed her hands together, sharing and
spreading the lotion. I watched her face as she stepped close to me.
"Let me," she repeated.
I nodded and she began massaging the slippery lotion into the sides
of my tits, where the pre-deb bra had left its marks. Her fingers were
gentle and her touch was sure as she spread and massaged the lotion
into
my sensitive, firm young breasts.
"Tell me, Marie," she said, her face a foot from mine. "Have you
ever done anything with a woman?"
I shook my head, but added: "I've done everything you can think of
with girls."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"Oh...I was hoping you'd say that," she said and then she bent her
head and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth to her and our
tongues met. Her wonderful hands never stopped caressing my breasts.
My
hands got busy, too. I rested my fingers on her butt for a moment and
then started stroking her ass cheeks.
She took her mouth off mine for a moment and said, "The bed."
As if she could read my mind.
I let her dance me a couple of steps backward and the edge of the
bed hit the back of my legs. She half-turned me and we fell on the
rumpled sheet with our arms around each other. Her breasts were at
eye-
level for me. I'd been right about her nipples -- they'd gotten very
prominent. The nozzles were about a half-inch long or more and they
were
very thick. They just begged to be kissed, so that's what I did.
"Oh, yes, honey, do that," she whispered, so I did it some more,
moving my mouth from one firm, pointy breast to the other and back
again. I started sucking her nipples and she rolled onto her back. I
rolled on top of her, still sucking, and put my hands on the outer
swells of each firm, college-girl cone. Her nipples had swelled still
more and she was moaning and moving slowly, sensuously beneath me. Her
hands never stopped moving, caressing my face, my shoulders, reaching
down to cup my tits and squeeze them a little. When she traced her
forefinger around my lips as I sucked one of her nipples, I felt a
surge
of excitement go through me.
I flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth over the nipple in my
mouth and she arched her hips. "Bite it," she begged. "Bite my
nipple."
I closed my teeth carefully over that turgid nozzle and gently
chewed it, my tongue continually moving over the tip. She gasped
loudly
and her hips began an unmistakable fucking motion. I continued my
mouth
work on the nipple and pinched the other nipple with my thumb and
forefinger. Her hips moved more urgently and when I began to twist the
other nipple, she came. She arched her back, her legs wide and her
cunt
jabbing at the ceiling. Then she froze and fell back, groaning.
"Let's lick each other, honey -- now!" she said. She guided my hips
back and up, settling my legs on either side of her head. I lowered my
cunt on her mouth and she introduced me to the pleasures that a
thoroughly experienced woman can lavish on another woman. I'd never
experienced anything quite like what she was doing. Susan had a way of
sucking my entire cunt into her mouth and then running the tip of her
tongue over my labia and clit so the moist muscle barely grazed my
swollen flesh. Thirty seconds of that and I was flowing like a stream,
ready to cum.
I ducked my head down and began licking the insides of her thighs
and the edges of her neatly trimmed pussy hair. Her cunt lips were
very
long and swollen. I took each one in my mouth and sucked on it and
licked it and then let my teeth gently close on it. She groaned
against
my cunt and slowed her tongue's movements to a tantalizing,
excruciatingly pleasurable caress.
When I turned my attention to her clitoris, she got really wild. If
I was flowing like a stream, she was a river. The juices just kept
coming out of her pussy till I wondered for a moment if it was cunt
juice or piss -- but a taste answered my question. Her feet were flat
on
the bed and her legs were wide apart...and so were her labia. Her
pussy
gaped at me and I could see it pulsing inside when I sucked the
swollen
little grain of her clitoris.
"Put your fingers in me, honey!" she wailed softly. "Get me off!"
As she spoke, she was reaching around my hips and using her fingers to
open the tight clam of my cunt. She started licking the inner flesh of
my cunt lips. The pleasure was washing over me in long, gentle waves,
undulating orgasms that rocked my little body back and forth.
I put two fingers inside her and there was plenty of room, so I
added another. Her movements on my cunt and under my lips said she
liked
that and there seemed to be more room, so I put another finger in her
cunt, filling it. I worked my four fingers in and out as far as they'd
go and she moaned against my pussy and shook beneath me. I felt her
cunt
spasm on my fingers and knew she was cumming. I was ready to stop.
She wasn't.
"Put them all in there, honey! Please," she cried. "Put your whole
hand in me!"
My hand? Well, I was small and she certainly had a big hole and she
was wet enough and I figured she knew what she was doing, so I worked
my
thumb into her cunt, too, and started moving my hand back and forth.
"Push it in -- all the way! Please!"
I pushed at her and she pushed at me and my hand slid inside much
more easily than I'd have expected. When my wrist was caught in her
cunt, she clamped down on me and came, hard, and then started
revolving
her hips and fucking at my hand. I couldn't keep my mouth on her clit
anymore, so I just did what I could while she kept licking and sucking
all the exposed pink flesh of my pussy.
I wiggled my fingers inside of her and she came again, even harder,
and then she sobbed at me from between my legs: "Please, honey -- make
a
f-fist in me!"
I was game for anything at that point, so I made the fist and she
got crazy.
"Ohhh, yeah, pump me with it! Fuck me with it!"
I did as she'd asked, working my hard, clenched little fist in her
sopping twat. She came and came, going rigid under me, then turned
slippery and sinuous as an eel as she bucked. Her cunt was tightening
around my hand and it took real effort to continue, but she kept
yelling, louder and louder, "Pump me with it -- oh yeah! Fuck me
harder
-- oh, yeah!"
Finally, I pushed my fist in as far as I could, till she had my
fist, wrist and a third of my forearm in her, and then I began
twisting
my hand inside her and then she just plain lost it. She shrieked into
my
cunt so loud I thought the sound would come out of my ears and she
came
and came and came, like for more than a minute.
When she finally relented, she whispered, "Now take it out real
slow, just like -- oh yeah!"
I pulled my invading hand out of her slowly and carefully and every
inch or so, she'd shiver and have a little orgasm. When my fist came
out, even her big pussy was stretched around my hand. Then it came out
and with it came a regular flood of juice. She grunted and hunched her
hips and literally expelled a gush of sauces a few inches into the
air.
She lay back, spread-eagled, and panted and shook. Her nipples looked
ready to burst.
I crawled up next to her and she pulled me into her arms.
"Honey, that was so good," she said. "I love being stuffed like
that."
"I loved the way you were licking me," I answered. She kissed me,
depositing some of my own juices on my mouth.
"You have such a sweet, tight little cunt, so smooth and tasty --
mmmmm!" She licked her lips and then mine. "I could eat your pretty
little pussy all day!"
"Okay by me!"
She laughed and kissed me again. Our breathing was returning to
normal.
"I couldn't believe how easy it was to get my hand in you," I told
her.
"I've always had a big pussy and over the years, I've enlarged it
by putting, uh, big things in it. There just aren't many men who can
fill me the way I like." She ran her hand over my ass and beyond to
run
a finger over my cunt. "You're so lucky to have such a tight pussy --
anyone's cock must fill you!"
I shrugged. "Some more than others."
"I know what you mean. One man usually can't keep me happy unless
he's really big. Fortunately, I've learned to enjoy a pretty woman --
or
girl -- " She kissed me on the tip of my nose. "But right now I've
found
someone who can really fill me up."
"Ed."
She shook her head. "No, Ed's about average, a little less. I mean
Bill."
"Bill?"
"One of Ed's roommates. He's got a dick on him like a horse, almost
a foot long and thick as your wrist."
"What if Ed finds out about you and Bill?"
"Finds out? Honey, he knows. Sometimes I suck him while Bill is in
me or he packs my butt while I ride Bill." She closed her eyes and
shivered. "You can't imagine what that's like!"
"I don't have to imagine it," I said.
Her eyes opened suddenly. "You got sandwiched in that little pussy
and that little bitty ass?" She plainly didn't believe me.
I told her about the previous summer at Kelly's Island. When I was
done, she was obviously turned on again. "All those hard young teenage
dicks, never tiring, just one after the other..." She had one hand
over
her pussy, playing with her clit. "....one after the other in that
sweet
little nooky of yours --- ahhhh!" she shivered and came. She caught
her
breath and said, "I'd have given anything to watch that. I love to
watch, too. Even myself. That turns me on so much! Ed shot some eight
millimeter film of Bill and me and then another time with Bill and me
and these two guys we picked up in a bar. One of them had a cock so
fat
I couldn't get my hand around it, must've been two-and-a-half inches,
but not real long. He filled my cunt real good. Bill fucked my ass
while
I sat on that fat dong. I felt like I had a horse in me! Oh, did I
cum!"
We lay there for a few more minutes, then got showered and cleaned
up. We washed each other; that was fun. We got downstairs just as Ed
returned.
We chatted and hung out for a little while. Susan announced she was
going for a swim and went upstairs. We watched her and I remembered
her
naked body next to me and under me and it turned me on. She was so
lithe
and quick when she dove, she was like a water sprite. While she was in
the pool, Duane -- the third roommate -- came home and a few minutes
later Bill arrived. Bill was real handsome and really smooth and
looked
really good in his summer-weight suit. I would've gotten wet looking
at
him even if I hadn't known what he had camped between his legs. It was
easy to imagine him and Susan getting it on. I wanted to see that.
Ed drove me home and invited me to come out again anytime. He said
he thought Susan liked me. I told him we seemed to get along.
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