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- 9 -
Late that night, I was up in my room reading when I heard the
telephone ring. My mom called up the stairs to me.
"Okay, Mom, I'll get it up here!"
I picked up the phone and said hello, but there was only the phantom
clicks and hums of an open telephone line traveling a long way.
I was just about to hang up when I heard Missy's voice.
"What? Is that you, Missy?"
"Why, Ray? And why with her?"
My heart sank. Someone, probably Lindsey, had called her and told
her about seeing Micki and me coming out of my tent.
"Missy, you've got it wrong. I need to talk to you, but I want to
see you face to face."
I heard her sob. "Why with that CHEAP SLUT!" she screamed as she
slammed the telephone down.
My knees would no longer hold my weight. I dropped to the chair and
dug out my wallet, frantically looking for her aunt's number so I
could call her back. Finally I found the number and dialed.
No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly
fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.
Missy was scheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning
about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but
the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed
to come over and drop off my camping gear, but he was clearly
unhappy about having to make a choice between his girlfriend and
me. I tried to explain without going into detail, as Micki had
requested, but nothing I said was explanation enough.
The next day at school, I saw Missy in the hallway between classes,
but she avoided any contact with me. I felt like I had leprosy or
something. Even Micki was very subdued, but at least she talked to
"Ray," she said as we met up between 3rd and 4th period, "I'm so
sorry about what's happening. I tried to talk to Missy myself, to
explain to her what happened, but she won't even talk to me. I
don't know what to do anymore," she added sadly.
"I don't know, either. The damage is already done, I guess. Christ,
what a mess!" I said sourly.
"Listen," she said, "can you ditch football practice tonight? I was
going to skip cheer practice, so let's go somewhere and try to
figure this out, okay?"
Reluctantly, I agreed to meet her right after school. Maybe we
could come up with a solution if we talked it out some more, I
At the end of the day I asked Brad to cover for me at practice. He
agreed to tell Coach that I was feeling sick and had gone home.
Micki met me in the parking lot, and we got into my car and pulled
out of the lot.
"Where should we go?" I asked.
"Let's go to my house. We should be able to talk there," she suggested.
I parked in the street in front of her house, and we walked around to
the back door and entered. There didn't seem to be anybody else home,
which suited me just fine. The fewer people who knew I was here the
better I liked it.
"My parents both work," she said apologetically. "I don't have any
brothers or sisters, so I've been kind of a latchkey kid my whole
life. Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked, turning toward
"Sure," I said.
"The family room's through that door over there," she said, pointing
toward the far door. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be right there."
I went into the family room and flopped down on the couch. I was
staring at the blank television screen, my mind switched off, when
she came in carrying two sodas. She put the drinks on the coffee
table in front of us, and then knelt down on the couch next to me.
She put both her hands on my right shoulder to get my attention.
"Ray," she said quietly, "How can we fix this, without letting
everyone know how insanely stupid I was?"
"I don't know, Micki," I said dejectedly. "I'm not sure it's even
fixable at this point. It looks like she's gone, and she isn't
"In that case," she said softly, "I can thank you better than I have
With that, she took my head in her hands and fell across my lap. I
stiffened in surprise as she pulled herself up to my face and
planted those big, tempting lips on mine, parting hers slightly to
reach out with her tongue to lick across my mouth. Almost
instinctively I opened up, and her tongue lashed into my mouth to
taste and explore. My arms went around her involuntarily as she
kissed me harder, and I pressed her to me. As our kiss got more
intense, she twisted slightly in my arms, moving her tiny breast
into my hand. I squeezed her roughly, and she groaned in arousal
into my mouth. My own temperature was rising, and the blood was
flowing from my brain into my suddenly rising cock. A moan escaped
me at the sudden barrage of sensations. My last semi-coherent
thought before my brain shut down was that I might as well enjoy it,
since everything worth losing was already lost anyway. With that,
I surrendered to the lust.
There was very little tenderness in our actions. It was sex, mind
numbing and powerful. I sat her up and pulled her shirt up and off
her, and then pulled my own shirt off and tossed it aside. She
unsnapped her bra and threw it down on the floor, and then renewed
her attack on my mouth. We tried to suck each other up, alternately
biting and licking at each other's lips between hard, wet, open-
mouthed kisses. I grabbed at her breasts, roughly kneading the small
mounds, and used my fingertips to work her nipples back and forth.
While her boobs were very small, her nipples were quite large and
very responsive, puffing out like pencil erasers. While I was
squeezing her breasts and nipples, she was running her fingernails
up and down my chest, pausing occasionally to scratch at my belly
button and the waistband of my jeans.
Finally she gave up all pretenses and broke our kiss, bending to
concentrate on loosening my belt and unsnapping my jeans. She
pulled the snap apart with such force the zipper slid most of the
way down. She grabbed the tab and unzipped my pants the rest of the
way down, and then reached right in and grabbed my erect cock with
one hand while she struggled to push my pants down my legs with the
other. I lifted up off my ass and helped her push them down, kicking
off my shoes at the same time. With my cock sticking up and my balls
accessible, she stroked me up and down with one hand and explored my
balls with the other. I knew I wouldn't last long this way, but I
really didn't care. Let it come, I thought. She licked her lips,
and looked up at me. Looking directly into my eyes, she opened
those bruised-looking lips and slowly, seductively rested them on
the crown of my hard cock. She rubbed her closed lips around, and I
could see my leaking pre-cum being spread around my cock and coating
her lips. She licked around the helmet of my cock, and then she
opened her mouth and slowly, agonizingly wrapped her lips around the
entire head of my inflamed prick, all the while watching me watching
her. She dropped her eyes and started concentrating on her task.
She sucked on my head hard, and then let a dribble of saliva leak out
and run down my cock. She was still stroking me with one small hand
below her mouth, and the added moisture created a delicious
slipperiness between her fingers and my stony erection. She
continued sucking as she dropped further and further onto my cock,
until she had taken the entire length into her mouth and throat. It
was the first time I had ever felt a mouth around my whole cock at
one time, and it nearly caused me to spurt right then. She pulled
back all the way to the tip, and ran her tongue around the underside
without letting up on the pressure of her lips. I reached down and
played with her breasts and nipples while she blew me, creating a
dangerous pressure deep inside me that threatened to overwhelm me at
any second. She dropped back down onto my cock once again, taking
me deep, until I was on the verge of exploding. She sensed that my
climax was near, and lifted her mouth off me and squeezed me with
her hand just below the head, applying steady pressure to stave off
When she felt my muscles relax a little, she let go and stood,
unsnapping her own jeans and peeling them off, taking her tiny
panties with them. When she was completely naked, I grabbed her
around her waist. I remotely noticed that my hands went nearly all
the way around her when I held her by the waist, and was vaguely
surprised at how small she really was. I wondered briefly if I
would be able to fit inside her, but then remembered that she had
no trouble taking me with her mouth, so she probably could take me
with her other lips, too. I picked her up, and set her down on
her back on the couch. She settled back with her legs spread and
bent at the knee, offering herself up to me. There was a gleam of
lust in her eyes, and she was breathing deeply, her small chest
rising and falling. I could clearly count her ribs, and her
breasts had practically disappeared, augmented by those incredible,
red nipples. I bent down and took one of those turgid nubs between
my teeth, biting down lightly. I ran my tongue across her chest to
the other distended nipple, and gave it the same rough treatment
with my lips and teeth, before descending down her body. I felt
her sparse pubic hair against my chin, and I could smell her
excitement. I dragged my tongue through her dark hair to the top
of her puffy slit, and delved into her folds to uncover the well of
oily essence within. I reached up and ran my finger down, opening
her pussy lips wide, my tongue following my finger. I flicked the
tip of my tongue against her erect clit as I pushed my middle
finger up to the knuckle into her steamy hole, and then I tasted
her all the way down to her flooded opening. As I dipped my tongue
as deeply as I could into her, I could hear her panting raggedly.
I felt her grab the back of my head and pull me closer to her. Her
hips were moving of their own volition, rubbing her slippery lips
around my chin as I tongued her hole. She shrieked suddenly,
cumming hard, and her cunt contracted and squirted into my mouth as
her legs clamped around my head. I thought disjointedly that she
tasted a lot different than Melissa, but I liked it just the same.
Her legs relaxed, and she pulled me up to hold me tightly,
whispering breathlessly, "No more, no more. Wait just a minute."
I lay down by her on the couch while she caught her breath, holding
her and running my hands up and down her sides. After a few minutes
I felt her reach down toward my cock and wrap her small hand around
"Are you ready for a ride?" she said with a smile.
She gave me a couple of quick tugs before releasing her hold. She
pushed me off the couch, and got up and turned around to face the
couch, motioning me to move behind her.
"This is my favorite position," she said with a smile, leaning over
and draping herself across the seat. Her tight, flawless ass stuck
up in the air, her pussy lips swollen and inviting between her legs.
I sidled up to her, my cock stiffly erect at an angle and my balls
swollen and swinging below, and put my hands right on the slight
flare of her narrow hips. I rubbed the head of my aching cock up
and down her sopping cunt, spreading the moisture around the tip,
then bent my legs and grabbed my shaft. Her rubbery cunt lips
parted, curling around my stem as I searched for the opening to her
vagina. I felt the tip enter her, and she moaned in delight and
pushed back at me, trying to impale herself on me. I put my hand
back on her hip as I flexed, and as my steely cock slowly entered
her, I caressed the silky skin of her ass cheeks from her hips to
her crack. When I was about halfway in, I paused to get used to
the pressure and the heat coming from her tight cunt. I slid back
out until just the tip was inside her, then shafted back into her,
this time bottoming out just as my balls slapped against her. I
stopped again, engrossed in the feeling of her cunt around my hard
cock. She wiggled her ass to get me going, and I started pumping
out, then all the way in, then out again.
There was no finesse, no romance, nothing but raw sex. In and out,
faster and faster, I knew I would not last long, but I was beyond
caring if she was coming with me. Our combined moistures were
creating a squishing sound as I moved in and out of her. I leaned
over her, resting on her back, and reached around to her chest and
grabbed her slightly dangling breasts and squeezed them, hanging on
as she started jerking and moving hard against me as I stroked into
her. I felt her orgasm hit her, and felt her cunt muscles clamp
down on my cock as she came, crying out in her exquisite anguish.
She collapsed down a little onto the couch, trapping my hands, in
the aftermath of her climax, breathing hard again. I stood back
up, still buried balls deep inside her, and paused for a moment
until she could gather herself for one more onslaught. After a few
seconds, I felt her wiggle her ass again in a signal for me to
continue, and I started slowly once again, building up speed as I
I was close, and she knew it. Suddenly she reached down between her
legs, just as I was at my deepest in her, and grabbed my balls. She
squeezed them like I had squeezed her boobs, and that was all it
took. I tensed up, my head rearing back, and pushed as far as I
could into her as I exploded. My cock expanded, pulsed out a stream,
then expanded and pulsed, on and on until I thought I had turned
inside out. All the while she was holding and massaging my balls,
milking me for every drop. Distantly, the thought crossed my mind
that maybe Melissa would like doing it doggie-style like this, and
with that thought, reality came crashing in on me. I collapsed on
top of Micki, my cock shriveling inside her. I felt completely
defeated. All my muscles turned to water, and Micki had to wriggle
her way out from underneath me.
I just lay there, knowing now, finally, that Missy and the others
were right. It seemed that it was just me who didn't realize it
until now. And now it was too late. I'd fucked up again.
- 10 -
The next few weeks were hell on me, but in my state of mind I didn't
much care if I was in pain or not. Actually, my attitude probably
helped me play football better, because now I had a nice, legal
outlet for the mayhem I wanted to inflict. I hit harder in practice
and during games, and jumped back up and asked for more if I was
Micki began dressing a little more conservatively, and stopped
hitting on other guys, seemingly having learned her lesson. On the
other hand, she turned her not inconsiderable charms in my direction,
trying to convince me through her sexual skills to be her boyfriend.
Brad and Jared and the other guys on the football team rallied
around me in support as much as they could, but I know that Brad,
at least, was taking considerable heat from Lindsey about our
My class ring appeared in my locker one day, returned by Melissa,
who had not spoken a single word to me since our long distance phone
call. I heard through the grapevine that her friends were setting
her up with blind dates, trying to get her out of her depression,
but not many boys from our school wanted to get involved in this
bloody mess of ours.
Micki was not my girlfriend, despite her efforts to convince me
otherwise. I didn't call her in the evenings to talk, I didn't spend
a lot of time with her at school, I didn't hold her hand at lunch, I
didn't look for her on the sidelines during our games. She was a
receptacle for me, a cum receptacle. She did the work for me so I
didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every
Saturday night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to
meet somewhere to jump each other's bones. I ate her out, she gave
me head, I fucked her or she fucked me. But there was no feeling of
affection there, no inclinations of romantic attachment, no murmurs
of love afterward from me. Animal instinct took over as soon as I
felt her tits, or she shoved her hand down my jeans, and we just let
it happen. The only time any real emotion was shown was one Saturday
night when, having already blown my wad once down her throat, she
turned her slim ass toward me in invitation and said, "You want a
piece of ass, for real?"
I looked at her, not understanding, until she spread her cheeks for
me and slowly stuck a finger up her own butt. She looked back around
at me and said, "Got anything a little bigger you can use here?"
Just the thought of fucking her there made my cock stiffen, so I
started licking and kissing her ass and her pussy, spreading moisture
around. I paid special attention to her asshole, licking and drooling
all over it, all the while twisting my middle finger into her.
Finally she impatiently said, "Come on, stud, fuck me in the ass."
So I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips
to add some of her oily slickness to me, and then I pressed the head
against her tiny brown asshole. I pressed forward while she held her
ground, and grunted when the head finally broke through her
sphincter into her.
"Oof," she said. "Go slow, Ray. Let me get used to it for a minute.
I've never done this before."
"What did you just say?" I asked in surprise.
"I've never done this before. Okay, Ray, I'm ready. Keep going in.
Ohhh, yeah, that feels good," she moaned as I flexed and pushed more
of my length into her. She was so tiny, barely five feet tall and
not even 100 pounds, and her ass was tighter than anything I had ever
experienced before. Looking down at her, it looked like she was trying
to stick a telephone pole up her ass. Slowly I was able to push about
half my shaft into her before I had to start pulling back out to
relieve the pressure. By the third time I had pushed into her, she was
taking most of my length, and her passageway was becoming slicker and
easier to move in. She was moaning and grunting with the effort of
taking me, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her long hair
cascading down around her face. Her forehead was sweaty, and strands
of her hair were stuck to her.
I, too, was grunting and sweating. I had my hands on her hips,
pulling her back onto me as I pushed in, then pushing on her waist
as I pulled slowly back out. It was a lot of work, but the results
were sure to be spectacular. As I watched, she reached down and
started diddling her clit, so I knew her orgasm was close. I struggled
to get as deep as I could in her, determined to shoot off with her if
I could. Suddenly, I felt her tense up. Her sphincter tightened on me
as she came, and I screamed as my cock expanded against her
constricting ring of muscle, then pumped painfully hard, unleashing
a torrent of sperm deep into her bowels.
Micki collapsed in exhaustion, and I fell breathless next to her.
After we had caught our breath, I asked, "What did you mean, you had
never done that before?"
Without looking at me, she answered, "Just what I said. You were the
My brain was addled from spending the evening in carnal knowledge
with her. "What made you decide that tonight was the night you
wanted to pop that particular cherry?"
She turned her head away and didn't answer.
No answer, no reaction. It was as if she had fallen asleep, which I
knew didn't happen. Micki really got energized, almost manic, after
sex. I, on the other hand, had trouble keeping my eyes open sometimes
"Micki, answer me." I grasped her shoulder and rolled her over to me.
She resisted momentarily, and then allowed herself to be turned.
Tears were streaming down her face.
"What, Micki? Tell me what's going on," I insisted.
She sobbed, and it was if the dam broke. She put her hands to her
face and bent over as if she was in pain, the top of her head
pressing against my sweaty chest as she cried miserably.
"B..b..because i..i..it was the o..o..only thing I could g..g..give you,"
she hiccupped. "I...I couldn't be a virgin for you....and I
couldn't think of anything else..." she paused.
"Anything else what?" I asked, a little impatiently.
She looked up at me dejectedly. Her makeup was smeared from her
crying, her hair was plastered to her face, and the tears were
still coursing down her cheeks. Her eyes were red, and for the first
time I saw she had dark circles under her eyes. She looked miserable.
"I had nothing else to give you," she whispered. "Nothing else but
that to give you, to try to make you love me." She started crying
You stupid cunt, I wanted to scream, you can't make me love you!
Almost immediately, however, guilt and common sense combined to make
me look at myself. I didn't like what I saw, but I was trapped in
this loop of my own making. I sat up and turned away from her, my
head in my hands, and surrendered to the depression that was
constantly hovering around me.
I just wished I could find my way out of this miserable maze.
(Continued in Chapter 11)