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 �>�My Girl Next Door by RickSands Copyright�(C) 2021 by RickSands

   Chapter 4

   Then everything changed, or at least that -(TM)s about the time Jennie
took my blinders off and let me see the world as it really is.  It all
started with school, or at least what happened just a week before school
started.  I was out in the front yard washing the car when Jennie -(TM)s
mother walked up.  I was startled and nervous, partly because I was worried
she had found out about me and Jennie, but also because she was a really
fine looking older woman.

   Sure, Jennie was cute and hot, like a lot of girls, but you know it
-(TM)s different with older women who have really filled out in all the
right ways.  Her mother was maybe 30 or 35, or so Jennie thought, but had
kept herself in shape.  And she had a nice shape, with nice firm breasts
that were always begging for me to look closer, and the perfect ass and
legs.  You could tell how hot Jennie was going to look in a dozen years,
and the sight of her mom made my mind go blank for a moment.

   As she approached all I could think of was how tall and sexy she was,
with her long wavy curls falling down to her shoulders and her tight fitted
top that somehow left the bottom half of her bouncing tits totally
uncovered.  Her nipples were hard and pointed right at me and I almost
melted right there on the driveway.  She was a beautiful older woman who I
prayed to god would drag this next door neighbor boy behind the house and
force him into an afternoon of sex.  But no, she acted all clueless about
what she looked like to me in her shorts and skimpy top and just starting
talking.

    -�Taylor.  Hi.  It -(TM)s good to see you again.  Say, I was wondering
about the upcoming school year.  I know you -(TM)re going to be a senior at
the same school Jennie -(TM)s going to.  She -(TM)s going to be a freshman.
Isn -(TM)t that exciting?  You kids grow up so fast.  But I was wondering
if you could help her out, like show her where everything is and how
everything works.  Would that be alright? -�

   There was a lot more of this, Jennie -(TM)s mother prattling on about
all sorts of stuff, but it really just came down to her wanting me to look
after her little girl.  Boy, if she only knew.  Then out of the blue I said
something I later would really regret.   -�Well, if you -(TM)d like, I
could walk her over there sometime this week, before school opens, show her
the place, like administration and the gym and stuff. -�

    -�Oh, that would be perfect.  Why don -(TM)t you come over tonight and
ask her?  Or maybe I -(TM)ll ask her and then phone your dad.  I -(TM)ve
got his number.  Would that be alright? -�

   So it was settled, and with her mom -(TM)s blessing Jennie and I took
off two days later, walking to the school in mid-morning on a hot summer
-(TM)s day.  As we neared the school grounds I pulled her in, one hand down
to push into the rear pocket of her shorts, happy to think that I -(TM)d be
able to have her sit on my lap during lunch period and make all of my
friends envious.  My senior year was definitely looking good.

   We walked around, found an unlocked gate, and I did a standard tour of
the campus.  Then we saw a side door of the main building that had been
left ajar and with a quick look around we went in and walked the cool and
empty hallways.  Up on the second floor we found a large science classroom
with windows that looked out onto the main courtyard.

   It was there that I let Jennie know I couldn -(TM)t wait any longer, and
she didn -(TM)t put up any kind of fight.  When I pushed down on her shorts
she stepped back to remove them, panties and all, before tossing them by
the teacher -(TM)s desk.  She pulled off my favorite peach colored blouse
but had me help undo the back snap of her totally unnecessary bra and had
it join the shorts.  And there she was, completely naked and arranging
herself over my throbbing boner, freed from my shorts and poking straight
up from where I was sitting in a chair.

   I had thought of pulling a large old bedsheet off of a pile of stuff on
the side of the room so we could use it as a kind of bedding on the floor,
but Jennie straddled me right there on the chair, allowing me to pull in on
her naked ass and help her ease down onto my cock.  On my bed she had total
control, sitting up on her knees and riding me like a horse.  With me
sitting on the chair, Jennie couldn -(TM)t just stand over me and lower
herself down since her legs didn -(TM)t quite make it all the way down to
the floor.  Instead, I had Jennie wrap her arms around my head and lean
into my chest while I held her legs up at her knees.  That way I had total
control, holding her up while impaling her twat on my entire length as I
slowly moved her up and down my cock.

   That was fine for the first few minutes, just another new way to pump
myself into her.  With her tits rubbing against my stomach, her head
leaning into my shoulder, I was having a great time.  When my arms got
tired I just let go, pushing her ass down onto my lap, shoving her twat
down on the entire length of my cock.  Again, great for me, but then Jennie
gasped out the words,  -�On the floor.  Can you lay down? -� I got the idea
immediately.  Without losing my place inside of her, I slipped off the
chair and down to the dusty floor, me laying on my back and Jennie -(TM)s
legs folding on either side of my hips.

   Now Jennie really took over, riding me up and down, playing with the
depth of my cock, lost in the fuck that had become all about her.  I could
easily reach up to massage one of her bouncing breasts, the other hand down
lower to play with Jennie -(TM)s clit, all the rest of me focused on the
wonders of being sucked up inside of this hot little girl.  That was one of
the few times we climaxed together.

   Jennie wasn -(TM)t pounding down on me so much as riding my tip, up high
on her knees, pushing down over the first few inches of my cock and then up
to where I popped out, then back down and sucking me back it.  We were both
into it, Jennie starting to give out some low grunts and moans, then
finally screaming out, loud but short high pitched screams of delight,
collapsing onto my chest and grinding into me even as I poured a full load
of cum inside of her.

   I rolled her over into the wall, pinning her there, continuing the fuck
with fast but short and deep strokes, loving the feeling of Jennie -(TM)s
pussy enveloping me as my balls flooded her with hard jets of cream.  It
was wonderful, one of the best fucks and orgasms we had ever had together.
But that -(TM)s not why I remember that day.

   We were just lying there, enjoying the cool feel of the hard wood floor,
the soft warmth of each other, talking about nothing in low tones, and I
couldn -(TM)t have been happier.  Then Jennie pulled back, acting startled,
her eyes widening at something she saw over my head.  I looked back and
there was this face, some guy smiling and looking down at us from the
doorway of the classroom.

   I rolled over and got up on my knees, my softened dick hanging free, and
tried to put on a brave face.   -�Hey, what -(TM)s up?  Nothing for you
here, so get lost. -�

    -�Oh, I think there -(TM)s plenty for me here. -� The guy walks in, an
older man, wearing some kind of vest with an insignia or badge and some
kind of belt with keys and a baton or something at his side.  I thought he
was a cop or something, but quickly figured he was just a guard, maybe
school security.   -�You and your little girl have no business being here
now, you know that, don -(TM)t you?  Trespassing on school grounds.  That
-(TM)s a no-no dude. -�

   I was trying to think of something to say, all while looking around for
my shorts, when a second man with a similar fake-guard kind of get-up
walked in right behind guard number one.  He was a little taller and wider,
with a beard and sunglasses and cap on.  Even with the sunglasses it was
obvious his gaze was directed at Jennie, now huddled naked in the corner
behind me.   -�Yeah, no trespassing, but maybe we -(TM)ll let you off light
this time. -�

    -�Um, sorry, and we -(TM)ll leave.  We -(TM)re going right now. -� I
stood, trying not to be too embarrassed by my own naked ass, torn between
wanting to guard Jennie and wanting to make it to where I had tossed my
shorts and shirt.

   The first guard, the clean shaven one, made my decision for me.   -�Go
ahead, get dressed. -� Fine, but as I stepped over to where my clothes were
piled, he walked deeper into the room and right behind me, cutting me off
from Jennie.  The second guard was right behind him, putting a wall of
flesh between me and Jennie as she remained silent and naked in the corner
of the room.

   I immediately knew I had screwed up but froze, unsure of what to do. 
The first guard again acted for me, turning around and walking over to
Jennie, still kneeling in the floor, one hand over her chest and wide eyed
and wondering what was about to happen.  The guard extended a hand and
Jennie reacted as though she was with a group of friends in the back yard,
taking the man -(TM)s hand and allowing him to pull her up onto her feet.

    -�Damn, bitch, -� the guard said, looking her up and down.   -�You are
one hot little number.  Saw you giving your man a lap dance from over in
the other building but I didn -(TM)t know you were so fine. -�

   This actually got me to move in and say something, but I had only gotten
out  -�Hey, you can -(TM)t, -� when the second guard, as wide as the rows
between the desks, stepped forward, cutting me off and keeping me from
going any further.

   I didn -(TM)t see it happen, but the first guard had somehow loosened
his belt and pulled his dick out, bringing Jennie -(TM)s hand down to his
crotch and telling her what he wanted.   -�You have such a pretty little
mouth.  Like you have a built-in pucker.  It wouldn -(TM)t hurt to just
give me a little kiss, would it? -�

   Without a word Jennie, shaking and with only a quick glance in my
direction, went down on one knee and leaned in to do as instructed.  I didn
-(TM)t have a good view of the action, but the man groaned as Jennie
brought his cock into her mouth, then slowly went down onto his knees, one
hand holding Jennie -(TM)s head with the other down to feel her breasts,
all the while pushing in with his hips.   -�That -(TM)s it, girl.  You
-(TM)re doing fine, like sucking on candy. -�

   That should have been it, a couple of quick blowjobs and then gone, but
the guys wanted more.  After a minute of enjoying Jennie -(TM)s lips and
tongue, that first guard began pulling her head in, pushing his cock in
deeper, face fucking Jennie into some deep throat action.  Of course she
couldn -(TM)t keep that up for long, quickly choking, finally forcing
herself back and away from the man -(TM)s cock and hands.

   As Jennie turned away and tried to catch her breath, the guard bent down
to kiss the top of her head, telling her that everything was okay.   -�That
-(TM)s fine.  You did fine girl.  You just wait here. -� Here he stood,
pulling his pants up and taking a step over to where the large bed sheet
covered a pile of what turned out to be books on the shelf by the windows.
-�Jim, help me here man. -�

   The man blocking me from Jennie gave me a look, a glare I could feel
through his dark glasses, and went over to help the first guy pull up the
sheet and walk it over to the large flat surface of the teacher -(TM)s desk
in the front of the classroom.  It took all of ten seconds, during which
the first guard spoke out, to all of us, but directed at Jennie.   -�There
we go.  We -(TM)ll fold this sheet over a few times.  Not quite a feather
bed, but a hell of a lot better than what your boyfriend made you go down
on. -�

   Nothing surprising, but it still shocked me, the guy openly admitting to
what he wanted from Jennie.  Jennie had already stood up and began walking
my way, but again the big guy, Jim, took a step over and put a hand on her
shoulder, and with a quick look at Jennie -(TM)s naked form he lowered his
other hand to her ass, cupping one cheek and leading her over to the desk.

    -�That is one fine little ass you have.  Such a pretty little girl. -�
The guard then leaned down, bending low at the waist to smell Jennie -(TM)s
hair, pulling up on her ass with the one hand and feeling up her tits with
the other.

   I made a move, said something ineffectual like,  -�Hey, but... -� and
the big guy just raised his head from Jennie -(TM)s head and looked at me,
then pulled his hand away from her ass, pulled up the baton from his belt
and flipped it around a few times, then pointed it at me and in a real firm
voice said,  -�Sit, or would you like me to shove this up your ass? -� I
-(TM)m embarrassed to say that I sat and shut the fuck up.

   Jennie was shivering, and not from the coolness of the room, plenty of
summer heat radiating in from the windows.  But she knew what she was going
to have to do.  The big guy, Jim, guided Jennie by her ass over to the
teacher -(TM)s desk, and when the first guard told her to sit on the desk,
with a little help from Jim -(TM)s two large hands and without any
hesitation she just hopped up.  She was obviously nervous, her eyes wide
and in shock, but still fully aware of what was expected of her.

   The two men gave me a quick look, big Jim shaking his head in a warning
against me trying anything stupid, and then turned their attention back to
Jennie.

   They took their time, feeling her up, commenting on her body, even
leaning in to kiss her head, lick her tits, and talk low to her, letting
her know she was beautiful and the embodiment of every man -(TM)s desire.
For just a minute Jennie snapped out of the trance she was in, putting up
her hands to cover her chest and saying,  -�Please don -(TM)t.  Please. -�
Pretty ineffectual, but the men should have gotten the idea.  Her
reluctance at what she knew they were about to do probably only turned them
on even more.

   Then the first guard made a big gesture of dropping his pants, pushing
his belt and all down to his ankles and pulling out his cock, still
gleaming from the mouth job Jennie had started on him just a few minutes
before.  He used his hand to open her knees a little wider, her feet
dangling high above the floor.

   Pushing his hips in, levering Jennie -(TM)s thigh -(TM)s out wide, he
pulled in on her legs, pulling her ass to the very edge of the desk while
grinding his crotch into her wide open bush.  These guys were plenty tall,
a good head above me, and the edge of the desk was actually below their
hips.  So this tall but slim guard had to bend his knees out and lower his
body while pulling up on Jennie -(TM)s ass to come even with her crotch. 
Kind of comical, but no way was I laughing.

   With Jennie pulled tight to his groin, he reached out and took one of
Jennie -(TM)s hands and brought it over to where his cock pushed up between
her thighs.  Jennie just sat there, looking down at where the guy had her
playing with his cock, open mouthed and breathing in gasps and obviously
overwhelmed with what we had been caught up in.  The guard liked this,
seeming to enjoy playing with Jennie as he had her hand moving up and down
his cock, his two hands reaching down to play with her breasts.  After a
minute of this he reached out to Jennie -(TM)s shoulder, pushing her back,
making her lay back on the layers of sheet that covered the desk.   -�Just
relax.  Let me do the work baby doll.  I -(TM)ll make you happy. -�

   I thought he -(TM)d just fuck her, push it in and get off inside of her,
but the guard was obviously a real sadist.   -�That -(TM)s it.  Hold my
little man.  Now I just want you to rub me up and down your slit.  That
-(TM)s it, rub it up and down.  Bet you like that, right?  Nice and wet. 
Bet you want what I -(TM)ve got. -�

   I had a clear view from where I sat, the big guy named Jim standing just
to the side and watching the show while holding Jennie down at one
shoulder. That -(TM)s how I could see Jennie using one hand to hold the
first guard -(TM)s cock, rubbing him as though trying to jack him off, but
also following directions and moving the leading hood of his piece up and
down through the middle of her hairy slit.

    -�OK.  That -(TM)s enough.  You want some now, right?  Well, you put it
in.  Show me where your little box is.  That -(TM)s it.  Rub it around. 
Now push your hot little ass in to me and suck me in. -� And she did,
though with a bit of help from the guards.  Jim pushed in on Jennie -(TM)s
shoulder and neck while his friend pulled in on one of Jennie -(TM)s knees,
Jennie -(TM)s back and ass sliding with the sheet right into where she had
positioned the guard -(TM)s long dick.

   The guy was long, maybe a little bigger than I was.  He got a gasp out
of Jennie when he popped in, and his own reaction was loud and clear.  
-�Oh, fuck man that -(TM)s good.  Haven -(TM)t felt anything this tight in
years.  No way I -(TM)m going to last very long inside this piece of pussy.
-�

   This is when the games stopped and the man just went into full fucking
mode.  He pulled Jennie -(TM)s knees up and pulled her ass completely off
the desk and began pushing into her, another inch with every thrust.  This
went on for a couple of minutes, the guys -(TM) cock disappearing into
Jennie -(TM)s open legs only a dozen feet before my eyes, pulling back a
little more slowly, then pushing in again.

   Then he paused, as though trying to catch his breath, then pulled Jennie
-(TM)s knees up and said,  -�Here girl.  Raise your legs up.  That -(TM)s
right, up onto my shoulders.  Let me get all the way into that hot little
hole of yours.  Just hold your legs up and I -(TM)ll do the rest. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t see Jennie -(TM)s face, her head being turned away from
me, but her legs went up, her feet not even making it to the guy -(TM)s
shoulders.  With one hand under her ass and another up to cup one of Jennie
-(TM)s breasts, the guard got back to it, fucking Jennie as though he had
just won her in a card game.  Jennie turned her head up, her mouth open and
gasping, grunting out with every loud slap into her twat from the guy
-(TM)s relentless pounding.  She even put out a hand to touch the hand
holding up her ass, but the guy didn -(TM)t seem to notice.

   The action went on for a few minutes more, the room empty of sound but
for the wet action of the ongoing fuck, the slapping together of their
bodies and the gasps of breath from Jennie with each thrust in.  Then came
a loud groan and some choice words from the guy pounding into Jennie -(TM)s
hole as he realized he was about to reach his limit.

    -�Oh my God, shit but this cunt is tight, like she -(TM)s sucking it
out of me.  No way I can hold back. -� And here the guy brought both hands
down to support Jennie -(TM)s ass, pulling her hips and ass up high off the
desk to be even with his crotch.  His hips quickened in their movement in
and out of Jennie -(TM)s open thighs, their bodies slapping together,
Jennie herself just barely supported on the desk by her head and shoulders.

   After another minute of this hard animated fuck the guy dropped Jennie
back on the desk.  He leaned into her open thighs, pulling her in tight to
his crotch as he collapsed down onto her naked body.  Hands under her ass
cheeks, his head way above hers on the desk, all I could see of Jennie as
the guard continued to pound into her was her legs, rising and falling on
either side of his hips as though she was unsure of where to put them.

   The fucking only got more intense as the guard began to climax.  Except
for Jennie -(TM)s waving legs it really looked like he was fucking the desk
as he yelled out to nobody,  -�Oh shit, oh my fucking God I -(TM)m cuming.
Suck it up bitch.  Just feel me fill you up. -� And a lot more of that,
telling us all how he was filling this slut up with everything his balls
could pump into her.  He lay there on top of her for another minute, his
hips occasionally giving up a couple of short fast jerks before settling
just a little more deeply within Jennie -(TM)s naked thighs.

   The guard finally straightened up, slowly standing up and giving Jennie
some air.  The guard was still deep inside of her, and he did his best to
move his softening length in and out of Jennie a few times, but he finally
stepped back, not bothering to pull his pants up.  Jennie pulled her knees
up and rolled to face the far side of the desk, but the guy was done with
her, merely slapping her upturned ass and speaking to his partner.  
-�Damn, but you -(TM)ve got yourself a real treat for yourself there, Jim.
Hot, wet, and ready to please. -�

   Jennie had curled her legs up onto the desk, but now the second guard,
the big guy, Jim, stepped over from the side where he had been quietly
waiting his turn.   -�You are a beautiful little girl, you know that? -�
Jim said as he reached out to massage Jennie -(TM)s ass.  When she didn
-(TM)t respond to what he obviously thought was a complement, Jim just
reached forward and pulled her back to the edge of the desk, but with her
ass up and tits down into the thin layer of cloth that separated her from
the desk.

   Even with her bare ass pulled off the edge of the desk, Jennie -(TM)s
legs hung down but still didn -(TM)t quite reach the floor.  As she slid
off the desk and down to touch ground, Jim stepped in, pushing his crotch
into her back, hands down to play with her ass.  Then he reached down and
cupped her ass cheeks with his two hands, pulling Jennie up and laying her
face down on the desk, arranging her knees under her like she really was
just a little baby doll.  Then he bent over, kissed her cheek and said, 
-�You just lay there little girl.  It -(TM)ll be alright. -�

   Jim unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and equipment down, his dick
getting stuck in the folds of cloth for a moment before springing forth and
pointing straight out and over Jennie -(TM)s ass.  Jennie didn -(TM)t see
it but I did, and I hate to say it but I grew hard at the sight.  Not at
some desire for the guy -(TM)s cock but because of what I knew he was going
to do inside of Jennie.  Jim wasn -(TM)t quite as long and curving as me or
his partner, but his piece of meat was a good deal thicker, at least half
again as much, and with a blunt tip on his cock that looked like a small
fist.  He rubbed it a few times, took his time in arranging Jennie -(TM)s
ass, feeling her up, playing his hands up her thighs and through her twat,
enjoying his position and what he was about to do with her.

   Jennie got her first feel of her unwanted beau when Jim pulled Jennie up
onto her knees, having her position herself like a dog on the desk, then
pulled her ass back into his waiting cock.  He pushed his raw piece of meat
through her butt cheeks a few times, perhaps worrying her that he was going
to pound himself into her back door.  She suddenly came to life, breathing
hard and fast and trying to crawl across the desk, but the first guard was
there with a hand to hold her back.  Jim quickly wrapped his large hands
around either thigh, picking Jennie -(TM)s ass and most of her body fully
off the desk.  It was like he was just picking up a toy doll, one hand
coming all the way down and back through Jennie -(TM)s crotch to guide his
cock to it -(TM)s rightful place within the cum-wet folds between her
thighs.  And then he pushed in.

   Jennie spasmed for a second, involuntarily kicking back with both feet,
then reaching back and raising her head just a split second before letting
out a high pitched squeal, followed by a loud low groan.  She fought for a
few more seconds, turning one way and then another but Jim held her tight.
With another groan she lowered her head and shoulders to the desk while the
rest of her was held up, partially impaled on Jim -(TM)s thick pole.

   Jennie -(TM)s attempt to escape didn -(TM)t deter Jim.  If anything, he
focused on his one true reason for being alive and began moving ever deeper
inside of Jennie.  It was an amazing sight, this long fat piece of meat,
like the bottom portion of a baseball bat, disappearing into her glistening
lips.  I -(TM)m ashamed to admit how turned on I was, how hard my cock had
become, but it was the best piece of porn I -(TM)ve ever seen.

   Jim was standing big and tall by the side of the desk, a very naked
Jennie face down, her ass held up high by Jim -(TM)s two beefy hands, her
knees and legs split out sideways on the desk with Jim pulling and pushing
Jennie -(TM)s open pussy back and forth on his fat cock.

   Big Jim was in total control, Jennie held close and tight and unmoving
but for what Jim made her do.  He arranged his hands to pull Jennie up,
holding her up at both her thighs, legs held wide, only her head and
shoulders and hands having contact with the desk.  Much of the motion was
with Jim pulling Jennie onto his cock and then pushing her off, moving her
tits and shoulders and head back and forth on the desk as he used her pussy
to massage his cock.  The cloth sheet did most of the moving, Jennie -(TM)s
head and shoulders being pulled back and forth on the desk as Jim pulled
her onto his thick piece of meat in a way I had never imagined.

   Just the sight of Jim pulling and pushing Jennie -(TM)s hairy twat onto
his cock made me ready to cum in a minute, but Jim just stuck to his task,
Jennie -(TM)s thighs held up by his hands, Jim holding Jennie -(TM)s pussy
up high to fuck him as he stood still.  I was only feet away from the
action, eyes glued to where Jim -(TM)s cock had stretched Jennie -(TM)s
hairy hole out, her wet pink flesh encircling his fat pole.  The real turn
on for me was seeing him pull her pussy onto his pole, disappearing into
Jennie -(TM)s naked body, and then as he pushed her body away watching her
pussy lips pull out, as though sucking him in and desperate not to let his
cock go.

   That went on for a while, Jim going glassy eyed and lost to the love of
the fuck he was in total control of.  And of course the first guard couldn
-(TM)t leave it at that.  As Jim was moving Jennie -(TM)s head and
shoulders across the desk, the first guard must have gotten excited by the
action.  He finally tried to pull Jennie -(TM)s head over to the side,
pushing his newly-hardened cock into her mouth.   -�Suck it baby.  Give
your daddy a taste. -�

   He thought Jennie would just give him a blowjob while Jim continued
pulling her in at the rear, but Jim had other ideas.  He must have finally
tired of holding Jennie -(TM)s body up.  As the first guard pulled Jennie
over to suck his re-energized cock, Jim bent his knees and lowered Jennie
-(TM)s bent legs onto the desk, continuing with the fuck but bending over
Jennie while slipping a hand down her front and into her crotch.

   The fuck and suck continued for a couple of minutes, Jim leaning into
Jennie, his hips now actively pumping into her crushed ass.  His ball sac
was big and brown and hairy, hanging low and swinging into her ass,
slapping her hard with a sound that I couldn -(TM)t ignore.  Jim kept his
hand wrapped around Jennie -(TM)s waist, diving deep into the front of her
groin and holding tight while the other guard focused on having Jennie
continue to give his cock a mouth job.

   All of a sudden Jennie pushed the first guard -(TM)s cock away and
started convulsing, like really getting into the fuck from the guy at her
rear.  I thought she was just struggling to get a breath of air after the
first guard had tried to push too deep into her throat.  Jennie began
bucking back, then started giving out some fast high pitched shrieks and
actively trying to do what she could to fit another couple of inches of Jim
-(TM)s cock into her hole, fucking back with her ass and holding one of his
hands for dear life.

   So there she was, my beautiful little girl, screaming out in joy with an
orgasm as guard number two finally began to reach his own end.  Jennie had
collapsed, eyes closed, enjoying the last tremors of her orgasm, when Jim
began really going to town.  He had been constant and insistent in what had
been maybe fifteen minutes of ongoing fucking, but now he was reaching his
own special horizon and he lost all control.  It was a bit brutal, again
pulling Jennie -(TM)s ass high up, pulling her almost all the way back and
off of the desk, pounding into her open legs, fast deep thrusts repeating
over and over as his balls readied themselves to pump Jennie full of their
contents.

   We knew when it happened, Jim suddenly lowering Jennie down to the desk,
his hips and groin pushing down onto her ass as he did a quick series of
thrusts into her then paused with a loud groan, then another series of
thrusts and another pause and groan.  He did this a half dozen times. 
Somewhere in the middle he groaned out  -�Oh, that feels so good, -� but
otherwise he just concentrated on emptying himself into Jennie -(TM)s
overflowing hole.

   Jim -(TM)s large frame finally collapsed onto one side of Jennie, his
balls pushed tight into her ass and pulsing the last of his seed into her
twat.  He remained there for a while, crushing Jennie -(TM)s ass under his
big hips, cock deep inside of her, occasionally grinding his hips back and
forth while voicing a deep series of grunts.

   That should have been it, but the first guard had continued to jerk off
on his own, getting off on the real live porn show he was participating in.
While Jim was relieving himself inside of Jennie, his partner pulled Jennie
-(TM)s head out from under Jim -(TM)s chest just enough to be able to push
the hood of his long cock into her mouth.  He leaned over and fucked her
mouth for a short minute and groaned out his pleasure as he shot out one
more load.  Jennie didn -(TM)t seem at all aware, a hand coming over to
hold the guard -(TM)s cock, even giving it a couple of sucks and swallows,
but otherwise still lost in what Jim was delivering inside of her.

   For another minute all the room was quiet, Jennie coughing once as she
swallowed the last of the first guard -(TM)s remaining jism.  Then Jim came
back to life, taking a deep breath and slowly raising himself off of Jennie
-(TM)s much smaller body.  The first guard seemed to speak for us all when
he said,  -�Damn, but that was one hell of a fuck Jim.  Should have pulled
my phone out and put it out there for the world to see.  Gold medal for
sure. -�

   Jim gazed down at Jennie, silent and happy in the final outcome of his
deed.  Then he seemed to grimace and pulled back on his hips, his thick
hairy cock coming back into the light, finally pulling out from the depths
it had been buried within Jennie -(TM)s loins.  With a step back, he began
to pull up his pants, and he smiled.  He was looking at Jennie -(TM)s ass,
legs still open, that bottom half of her hanging off the edge of the desk,
feet not quite making it to the floor.

   Jim reached out to pry open Jennie -(TM)s ass, both hands down to feel
where he had just deposited a good portion of his masculine being.  He
paused, smiling as he looked at her naked body, then down to the floor
under where her legs and thighs were hanging.  There on the classroom floor
I could see a small pool of liquid, small dollops continuing to drop down
to enlarge the accumulated overflow that Jennie -(TM)s twat just didn
-(TM)t have room for.  The dollops and drops kept coming, Jennie obviously
too overwhelmed with the past hour -(TM)s experience to really care what
the men in the room thought of all the cum that had been deposited inside
of her, or of what a turn on it was to watch it flow out and onto the
floor, as though making room for more.

   Jim actually showed his softer side when he picked up the edge of the
sheet and wrapped it over Jennie -(TM)s sweat-covered and very naked self.
As he did so she seemed to come awake, lifting her head up and then sliding
back, sliding off the desk and down to kneel on the floor, hardly aware of
the pool of male offerings her knees were resting in.

   As unceremoniously as they had arrived the two men left, the first guard
turning and looking at me.   -�So, all -(TM)s good, right?  I didn -(TM)t
see anything.  You didn -(TM)t see anything. -� And they were gone.

   I pulled on my shorts and rushed over to kneel next to Jennie.  I felt
horrible, like I had allowed something really terrible to happen to her,
feeling that it was all my fault.  But after a quick apology I couldn
-(TM)t think of anything else to say, just kneeling there and holding her
for at least five minutes before she showed any real signs of life.

   Her first words were  -�We should go, -� quickly followed by  -�Do you
think they have a bathroom?  Is one open? -� I gathered up her clothes and
sandals and before I could get back to her she was stumbling out the door,
still wrapped in the sheet, wandering down the empty hallway and asking
again for a bathroom.

   Amazingly the restrooms were open.  I walked into the girl -(TM)s
restroom with her but she just pushed me back, said she -(TM)d be OK, and
went into one of the stalls.  Feeling helpless and stupid and weak, I just
paced the hall for a good ten minutes, but she finally came out, clothed
and without the sheet.

   Her eyes were a little glazed, her skin pale and shining in the dark of
the hallway, but she led the way, back down the steps and into the light of
an early afternoon, then out the gates and on toward home.  Only she didn
-(TM)t go home.  I found my voice, apologized, asked if she was alright, if
she needed to talk to a friend.  She just shrugged, told me we should have
known guys like that would have been around, cursed them as assholes, but
wasn -(TM)t interested in calling the police or anything.

   She bypassed the cut towards our homes, walking a full three blocks out
of the way, saying she wanted to see a friend.  I thought that was good,
her wanting to talk to a girlfriend, yet a little miffed that she didn
-(TM)t want to curl up with me and cry it out on my shoulder.  She finally
turned down another side street and this is where she really put me in my
place.   -�I -(TM)ll go in here Taylor.  You go on home.  And don -(TM)t
worry, it -(TM)s alright.  I -(TM)ll be alright.  I just need to get my
head straight and I don -(TM)t want to go home and be around my mom just
yet.  You understand? -�

   But she didn -(TM)t wait for me to answer, just walked across the street
and up the steps of a nondescript house I -(TM)d never seen before.  She
didn -(TM)t even knock on the door, just sticking her head in and yelling
and then going in, not even bothering to look back at me.  I saw the rough
shadow of a guy at the door, his head sticking out and looking around, then
over at me, as though Jennie had told him I was there, and then pulling his
head back in before shutting the door.  I swear I could hear him lock it.

   That -(TM)s when I also noticed a couple of cars in the driveway, and
down toward the end of the drive near the old garage in the rear was a
motorcycle.  Which reminded me of the guy Jennie had told me of, the guy
who had given her a ride on his motorcycle.  This was the place he and his
friends lived, just within walking distance of our houses.  And that -(TM)s
when I felt worse than anything.

   I knew Jennie had other friends, other things to do besides take care of
my selfish needs, but I always pictured her with girlfriends out doing
whatever girls do.  Every time I pushed for details she -(TM)d say
something like  -�girl stuff -� or  -�none of your business. -� I never
thought that when she said she was busy she might walk over here and spend
the afternoon with older guys, and I mean older guys just like the ones
that had taken her away from me just an hour before.  I wanted to scream
and bang on the door and confront Jennie, but felt too weak and confused.
Whatever I thought I was to Jennie was obviously just a big fat lie, so I
slumped my way back to home, my head full of porn shots with Jennie getting
her pussy fucked by a horse, my heart lost and confused.

   As I walked into my yard Jennie -(TM)s mother yelled out, standing up
from where she had been weeding her rose bushes and asking,  -�So, how was
it?  Where -(TM)s Jennie? -�

    -�Um, okay I guess.  Walked around the school, but Jennie wanted to go
by and see a friend.  Said she -(TM)d be back later. -�

    -�Oh, yeah.  I know.  That was probably her texting me a few minutes
ago.  Some girl she -(TM)s been seeing.  Jeri?  No, Sami.  That -(TM)s it.
Must be Samantha.  Jennie -(TM)s over there a lot.  Well, thanks Taylor. 
It was really nice of you to walk her around the school. -�

   She wanted to talk some more, probably for another hour about whatever
adults like to talk about, but even with her wearing only shorts and a
bikini top, I just couldn -(TM)t take it.  I walked away from her
mid-sentence, waving back and heading to my room.  It had all started off
so well.  The year, the summer, the day.  One minute I had the most
beautiful little girl on my arm and the next I -(TM)m some useless moron in
the back of the class and feeling totally miserable.  Damn.

   I watched for Jennie -(TM)s return all through the late afternoon but
somehow missed her.  I texted, called a couple of times, but never made a
connection until the next day.  I came back from work and knocked on her
door and when she opened I immediately hugged her, wanting desperately to
re-connect.  On one level all I wanted to do is show her how much I cared,
but I knew deep down I was worried about why she chose to hang out with the
guys down the road rather than stay with me after the assault at the
school.

   Weirdly, she didn -(TM)t fall into my arms and cry.  She gave me a hug
but then pulled back and walked over to her couch.  Any other day we -(TM)d
have headed to her bedroom, so I knew something was off.

    -�Hey, um, are you OK? -� Lame, but how would you have started the
conversation?  Jennie shrugged, accepted my hand around her shoulder but
didn -(TM)t lean into me.

    -�I -(TM)m OK Taylor.  I -(TM)d really rather not talk about it.  It
-(TM)s kind of overwhelming, you know? -� And in what was a real put-down
of statement my English teacher would have called  -�patronizing to the
point of insult, -� Jennie said  -�Thank you for caring.  It means a lot to
me, but I just can -(TM)t talk about it.  Not now. -�

   This pissed me off and I of course just bumbled forward and made it all
worse.   -�But, what about the guys you were with yesterday?  Why -(TM)d
you go talk with them?  You just pushed me away, and now you -(TM)re just
going to thank me for caring? -� I actually got up off the couch and
kneeled in front of her.   -�I thought we were closer than that.  You know,
after all we -(TM)ve been through.  Why won -(TM)t you talk to me? -�

   With this Jennie got mad, called me an asshole, said I didn -(TM)t
understand, and told me to get out.  Which I did, and in full righteous
anger.  Thirty seconds after she slammed the door on my ass, I turned
around and barged back into her house and crumpled at her feet, and holding
Jennie -(TM)s hand I started to cry.

   She was nice enough to come down to the floor with me, the two of us
holding each other.  After a minute of me blubbering and leaning into her,
barely getting out the words,  -�Jennie, I -(TM)m so sorry -� a few times,
my little girl next door put me in my place.

    -�See Taylor.  This is why I didn -(TM)t want to talk to you.  You
think its all your fault.  It wasn -(TM)t you.  It was the assholes at the
school.  What were you going to do, beat them up?  Those two big guys?  I
don -(TM)t want you to feel sorry for yourself, or for me.  You make me
feel bad. -�

   After I started to dry up she continued, saying  -�And those guys I went
over to see yesterday were just friends.  I -(TM)ve got other friends you
know.  You would have just made me re-live the round of fucking I -(TM)d
gone through and reminded me over and over of what had happened.  These
other guys just gave me some support and listened to me and let me chill.
It was easier with them. -�

   We finally made it back to the couch, sitting for a few minutes, holding
hands, saying nothing, but I felt I had to say something that didn -(TM)t
focus on me.   -�Did you tell your mother?  What did she say? -�

    -�No. -� The answer was fast and hard and definitive.  No questions
about it.   -�No.  I didn -(TM)t tell my mother.  I mean, it was bad enough
that you were there watching me.  No way I -(TM)d tell her.  She -(TM)d
just drag it all out, everything that happened, then probably bring my dad
into it, and I didn -(TM)t want to do that.  No way. -�

   I was confused, but Jennie shook her head, her curls waving side to
side, her face beautiful and luscious, and her eyes hard and angry.   -�No.
And maybe that -(TM)s why I -(TM)m feeling so weird about sitting here with
you now.  I mean, you were there, you saw it all.  You saw everything I did
with those guys.  If it was just me I could hide it inside and nobody would
know, but now you know.  I bet you -(TM)re picturing it all right now, and
I feel so ashamed. -�

   As she said this Jennie leaned her head into my shoulder, holding my
hand, tears finally forming in her eyes.  Without looking up at me she
finished with something that really floored me.   -�You won -(TM)t tell
anyone, will you?  I mean, at school.  You won -(TM)t tell anybody at the
school, right?  Please don -(TM)t say anything to anybody. -�

   The tears were falling fast, dropping from her cheeks like rain onto our
joined hands.  I was shocked by her request, actually feeling hurt that
Jennie would think so low of me.   -�Jennie.  Don -(TM)t you get it?  I
-(TM)m in love with you, and I -(TM)d never do anything to hurt you.  I
-(TM)d never tell anyone, and not because I -(TM)m ashamed of what you did.
The guys did it, not you.  I -(TM)ll always be here for you.  Always. -�

   Good speech, right?  In case you missed it, that -(TM)s the first time I
ever told Jennie that I loved her.  First time I had ever seriously said
that to a girl.  Sadly, instead of jumping up and kissing me and melting
into my arms, Jennie just held onto my hand and rubbed her head on my
shoulder.  She got out a  -�Thank you Taylor -� and wiped her eyes on my
shirt sleeve.  That hurt.

    -�Don -(TM)t thank me Jennie.  You don -(TM)t need to apologize.  You
shouldn -(TM)t thank me.  You make me seem like some stranger who just did
a favor for you.  Didn -(TM)t you hear me?  I love you, and like it or not
I -(TM)m your boyfriend.  No saying thanks.  No more needing to say I
-(TM)m sorry or you -(TM)re embarrassed.  Right? -�

   This whole spiel actually took me about five minutes to say.  There was
a bunch of other stuff thrown in there, but that -(TM)s the gist of it. 
And at the end Jennie just bit her lip and looked up at me and with a bit
of a smile.   -�OK.  I guess you can be my boyfriend, at school anyway. -�

   That made me smile, but my heart froze when she asked,  -�Those guys,
yesterday, the guards.  Do they work there?  Do you know if they work there
all the time? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think so, -� I honestly replied.   -�We -(TM)ve got the
occasional police officer who comes by, but most of the guard duty comes
down to the groundskeepers, even the janitors.  I -(TM)ve never seen those
guys before. -�

   Jennie dropped it, but I tried to exit with a humorous twist.  It almost
worked.   -�How can I only be your boyfriend at school?  What am I when you
and I get together after school, like in my room? -� Jennie paused and
without any sense of sarcasm said quietly and simply,  -�Really, really
good friends. -�

   Then she stood, said her mother would be home soon, that her little
brother was probably with her, and that maybe she -(TM)d see me the next
day.  To be honest, right out there, I was hoping for sex.  Not just for
the fuck and to lay into her, like to drown-out all the sperm those other
guys had packed up inside of her.  I honestly wanted to use some sex as a
way to show how much I loved Jennie, of how much I cared.  I thought a
little intimacy would reaffirm our relationship, show how those jerks from
the other day hadn -(TM)t changed anything.  But that was me.  Jennie just
stood up, kissed me, or at least allowed me to kiss her, and closed the
door before I -(TM)d hit the first step off the porch.  Really, really good
friends.  Damn.

   It turned out not to be that bad.  After a couple of days Jennie and I
fell back into our old ways, which means we found ourselves naked and in
bed.  I was a little self-conscious, remembering all too well what Jim had
done, how overwhelming an orgasm Jennie had while pinned to the desk with
his fat piece of sausage rammed up her twat.  Maybe that -(TM)s what
embarrassed her so much.  It wasn -(TM)t just me feeling less confident of
my manhood.  I was also worried that Jennie was just letting me do what I
wanted without really feeling as interested in sex.

   It wasn -(TM)t only Jim and his buddy that kept popping up in my mind.
There was always the thought of those guys in the house a few blocks over,
the one Jennie seemed so familiar with.  There was no doubt she had been
spending time there, maybe a lot of time, and the few times I tried to
bring it up she just glared at me.  I didn -(TM)t push the subject, didn
-(TM)t try too hard to talk it out, and by the time school started up I
felt our ease and familiarity with each other had returned.  Almost.



   Chapter 5

   School is school.  For me the last year of high school was a lot of the
same old thing, more nonsense than anything else.  I -(TM)d already taken a
couple of college entrance exams and most of what I did in my senior year
was just fluff.  Assuming I -(TM)d get into college, I naturally took a few
college prep classes, hoping to test out of needing those lower division
classes if I ever went to college.  Otherwise, I was just wasting my time.
The only real thrill of school was walking Jennie to school, having lunch
break with her and some friends, and then walking her back home with the
possibility of some quality alone time.

   As I had hoped, my returning classmates were envious, or spiteful, one
of the two.  Everyone assumed I was with the hot little freshman only
because she put out, the girls spreading rumors of how she had gotten
pregnant by me and needed an abortion over the summer.  All stupid and
mean. Fortunately, Jennie was able to ignore the worst and laugh at the
rest.  But as she had said, she was only my girlfriend at school.

   We walked off down the sidewalk every afternoon hand in hand, but we
sometimes split up well before we made it to our own homes.  And between
homework and home chores and work and parents, we didn -(TM)t have much
time to ourselves.  Even the weekends seemed to limit our time together to
only an hour each day, and often with parents within hearing range.  It
sucked.

   Going from almost daily access to the hottest little girl in the city to
a couple of afternoon sessions in my bed after school and maybe a quickie
on the weekend would make any guy depressed.  We did talk, got really
personal, and it was easy for me to think that I was Jennie -(TM)s most
favorite guy on the planet.  Walking to school or meeting in the hallway
between classes or even just doing homework at her place we really began
acting like best and intimate friends and lovers.  She was always ready to
talk about a teacher or some classmate -(TM)s new piercing or the lyrics of
a song she had heard.  I -(TM)d never been that close with another person
before, and certainly not a girl.  To me it was pretty special.

   By the time school started it was so normal for us to be naked and
playing around with each other -(TM)s bodies that she -(TM)d continue
talking about everyday stuff even when all I could think of is how to get
hard and fill another one of her holes.  And not just after sex, what I
know is called pillow talk.  It wouldn -(TM)t be unusual for her to suck me
up into a second erection, go down on my sticky cock while playing with my
balls, swallow a full load while having me lick her into an orgasm of her
own, and just five minutes later have her detail the outfit she was trying
to talk her mother into buying for her.  I just nodded and played along.  I
was only there because I felt wonderful being with her and was of course
addicted to the times I could be inside of her.  I was totally hers and she
allowed me to think that she was all mine.  Except for when she wasn
-(TM)t.

   The problem wasn -(TM)t really with school or parents.  It was with
Jennie -(TM)s other friends.  One or two afternoons a week Jennie would
peel off from me and continue on to the house she disappeared into on the
day she was attacked.  You remember, the day I sat back and watched Jennie
get her pussy creamed by the two guards.  Seems that when she told me she
was hanging out with other friends during the summer she wasn -(TM)t just
gossiping with her girlfriends.  The motorcycle guy was gone but his more
than friendly housemates were just as close to her.

   What I had wished were kind and understanding adults that Jennie felt
she could turn to for sympathy were of course grown men who had a very
special relationship with Jennie.  Boyfriends?  Lovers?  Sugar daddies? 
Jennie wouldn -(TM)t say at first, only slowly admitting that, yeah, she
had sex with one of the men, then admitting that sometimes it was more than
one, but that it was really none of my business.  Names were casually
dropped, then some of the things she did with the guys.  I was jealous and
resentful, but the more I showed my dislike of the time she spent over
there, the less she talked.  I learned to shut up and listen and be
grateful for the few days and nights of the week she was mine.

   Jennie didn -(TM)t talk out in detail was what went on behind the closed
doors of the house down the street.  Now that I knew all about her  -�other
friends -� she slowly started mentioning them in conversation, but only in
bits and pieces.  She -(TM)d bring up some bit of info, like Sam, from the
guy -(TM)s house, wanting her to help him wash his car or the new way she
learned to make stir-fry from one of Sam -(TM)s friends.

   The everyday stuff came out almost every day, but she was pretty tight
lipped about any of the sex that went on there.  Between us, about what we
did together, everything was on the table.  We might be walking to school
and she -(TM)d joke about how she could still feel all my sperm swimming
around inside of her.  We even watched a little porn together and talked
about what else we could do and where we could do it, just like a real
boyfriend and girlfriend should.  But how Sam -(TM)s techniques or cock or
kissing compared to mine?  She didn -(TM)t want to go there.

   But stuff did trickle out, and I like to think it was because Jennie was
starting to trust me and didn -(TM)t intentionally mention some sexual
activity of the previous Saturday at Sam -(TM)s just to rub it in my face.

   For example, a few weeks into the semester she casually mentioned
something that both upset me and had my cock up and humming.

    -�Mom got really pissed at me last night, -� she threw out as we were
walking to school.   -�I was way late for dinner, spending too much time at
Sami -(TM)s. -� (his name is actually Sam, but Jennie told her mother that
-�Sami -� or  -�Samantha -� was just a girl friend at school.)

   I tried to keep the conversation up, always ready for more info about
the house down the street she so often disappeared into.   -�Any more news
about George? -� (the original child molester who busted Jennie -(TM)s
cherry.  Turns out he was in jail on a shoplifting charge.  So stupid.)

    -�No.  Just stuck in jail.  He pleaded guilty and gets out in a year.
And all for some leather coat. -�

    -�So, why so late getting home?  Sam do all of your homework for you?
-�

    -�Hah.  Funny.  His brother (Troy) comes busting into his room saying
something about their mother needing to get her car smogged and registered.
Troy just sits down and we wind up smoking something he had, me in the
middle of the bed, the guys talking like I wasn -(TM)t sitting there with
my tits hanging out.  Kind of embarrassing, but fun too.  His brother
-(TM)s like out of high school by only a couple years and still living with
his mom.  Really nice.  He asked me to go out to the river next Saturday
but no way my mom would agree to that.  Total bullshit. -�

    -�So, you spend all this time at Sam -(TM)s, like in bed and smoking
shit and stuff.  I -(TM)m jealous.  How about a little time for your
boyfriend? -�

   I was actually a little miffed if not full on jealous, but I really
couldn -(TM)t go down that road.  Without saying it, though she
occasionally did start dropping hints about it, Jennie had it going with
both Sam and her brother, and very likely both at the same time after they
had finished that joint.  Jennie would do that all the time.  She -(TM)d
start to talk about all the things she did with this or that guy at Sam
-(TM)s but then start on something else, intentionally leaving all the
interesting parts to my imagination.  When I pushed for details she -(TM)d
just say it was none of my business.

   You know, like  -�So Sam and this other guy and me drove out to the guy
-(TM)s house.  It was supposed to be quick, to get some bricks that Sam
wanted, but it got so hot we wound up naked in the guy -(TM)s pool.  Didn
-(TM)t get home until almost six and boy was my mother not happy. -� Get
it? Bricks and naked in the pool with two guys and then nothing, but my
imagination could sure fill in the blanks.

   Other times Jennie might throw something out, like  -�I never knew guys
could be uncircumcised.  Never thought about it.  You guys are all so
weird. It -(TM)s like, every guy -(TM)s penis is different. -� And then she
-(TM)d shut up and not explain why this particular subject had come to
mind. If I just wanted to talk about different kinds of cocks, then sure,
talk away.  But if I were to ask about what Sam had between his leg, she
-(TM)d glare and tell me I was just being petty.

   Another day she actually dropped out of the blue that guy -(TM)s cum
mostly tastes the same,  -�Just like yours, Taylor, -� but that some guys
are thicker and harder to swallow than other guys.  A hundred different
images pour through my brain, and I demand some more details, and she just
pulls back and says,  -�I -(TM)m just sharing, but I don -(TM)t want to go
into too much detail.  It -(TM)s kind of embarrassing, and private, you
know? -� It all drove me crazy.

   Other names occasionally came up, but Sam and Troy and Lone were the
most consistent.  Seems that Sam was the one to show Jennie the ropes with
the health clinic and birth control for girls too young to know what they
-(TM)re getting themselves into.  That wasn -(TM)t what led to Sam -(TM)s
initial access to Jennie -(TM)s most sacred space.  George seemed to be
quite free with Jennie back during the three months they were together much
earlier in the year.  Jennie had continued to return to maintain that
special union with Sam, me being the actual interloper, turning Jennie
-(TM)s occasional romp in a bed with an older man into a daily event.

   Sorry for the need to fill you in, but it helps to understand this weird
relationship I was in with her.  On that same walk to school Jennie had
continued.   -�Anyway, Sam -(TM)s girlfriend is coming down from up north
this weekend, and no way I can get out with Troy, so stop whining. 
Besides, didn -(TM)t you just climb through my bedroom window two nights
ago?  I hardly got any sleep.  If my mother ever walks in and finds you
there I -(TM)m going to have to move in with Sam, and it -(TM)ll be your
fault. -�

    -�I -(TM)m there at night only because you keep going over to Sam
-(TM)s.  You say he -(TM)s a lousy cook, that his housemates are all slobs,
and that he -(TM)s not there half the time you drop by.  I don -(TM)t get
it. -� I did, all too well, but I had to make the argument and without
whining.  At least not too much.   -�You loved it when I kept you up that
night.  You had to turn the music up to hide your moans. -�

   Jennie smiled and hit me, but held my hand as we walked onto campus.  It
was a strange relationship but I still felt myself blessed, and hopeful
that Sam might get picked up by the police and locked away as well.  I
could only pray.

   So it went for two months.  Then one Saturday afternoon I answered the
door and there stood Jennie -(TM)s mother.   -�Taylor.  Thank God.  Do you
know where Jennie is?  We -(TM)re supposed to go out to the haircutter
together.  We -(TM)ve got a two o -(TM)clock appointment and she -(TM)s not
answering her phone.  I thought she might be here with you. -�

    -�No, not here, -� and thankfully my dad was there in the living room
and able to nod his head in agreement.

    -�I think she might be at Sami -(TM)s, you know, her friend -(TM)s
place.  She goes to your school.  Do you know her?  I don -(TM)t have her
number. -�

    -�No, I don -(TM)t really know her, not well, but I might know where
she lives.  Want me to go over and see if Jennie -(TM)s there? -�

   And that -(TM)s how I wound up riding my bicycle down to Sam -(TM)s
house, feeling like a little kid as I dropped my bike on the scraggly front
lawn.  I knocked, a little soft at first, but then louder, and finally some
guy in shorts and a jean jacket and nothing else answers the door.  
-�Yeah? What? -�

    -�Um, -� and this is where I was going to go into this long explanation
of who I was and who I was looking for, but quickly realized that I just
needed to cut to the point.   -�Um, is Jennie here?  I -(TM)m looking for
Jennie. -�

    -�Yeah? -� The guy looked down at me, looked down the porch steps where
I -(TM)d thrown my bicycle, then said,  -�You sure you want her?  For sure?
-� It sounds stupid, like the guy was loaded or missing a few, but he
looked and sounded dead serious. -�

    -~Yeah.  Her mother -(TM)s going crazy.  You know where Jennie is? -�

   The guy unexpectedly pushed open the screen door and said,  -�Come on
in. I -(TM)ll get her. -� He then turned and walked down a long hallway,
banging on what turned out to be a bedroom door, saying,  -�Hey, Jen.  You
got a friend here. -�

   The guy then stuck his head in the doorway, said something, then
disappeared into the room, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone
staring down an empty hallway.  A good five minutes later Jennie came out,
brushing her hair, looking at me, looking out the door, then around the
room, and saying  -�What the fuck, Taylor?  Why are you here?  You -(TM)re
not supposed to be here.  Ever. -�

   She was mad, but also perplexed, and she allowed me a full ten seconds
to explain why her mother had sent me to look for her.   -�Fuck.  Stylist.
All her idea, but I forgot all about it.  Shit.  I -(TM)ll be right back.
-�

   Jennie returned to the bedroom for another five minutes before finally
re-emerging, and this time with two other guys right behind her.  I was
sure one was Sam, with slightly longish brown hair, lanky and tall, but the
other was absolutely not his brother.  He reminded me of the two guards.  I
mean, this one guy was like a mix of the two men that had forced themselves
on Jennie in that school classroom.  He was tall and dark and had a shaved
head, but he was also wide, like somebody straight out of the NFL.  The guy
took up a good portion of the hallway, walking just behind Jennie.  He had
one large hand resting on Jennie -(TM)s ass, leaning down to kiss the top
of her head and whispering something to her that made Jennie whisper back
to him.  She then leaned over to nuzzle the big guy -(TM)s bare stomach,
tip-toed up to give Sam a kiss, and then turned and made her way back to
me.

    -�Guess I -(TM)d better get it over with.  Bye guys.  See you Lone
(said to the man who had answered the door).  Jennie walked straight past
me and into the outside, leaving me alone with the three men, all staring
at me and probably wondering what kind of a loser kid their little Jen had
gotten mixed up with.  I finally engaged my brain, said a quick  -�bye -�
and made a quick exit.  I never felt more foolish in my life.

   Walking my bicycle back home with Jennie I fought hard to not say
anything.  I almost won.   -�My dad -(TM)s going off to see a friend
tonight, but I guess you -(TM)ll be too tired to come over. -�

    -�Don -(TM)t start Taylor, -� Jennie said, walking quick and stiff
legged next to me.   -�You weren -(TM)t supposed to be there.  We agreed. I
don -(TM)t bring them over to my place, at least not when you -(TM)re
there, so its none of your business. -�

   I was quiet for the rest of the block, but before we got to Jennie
-(TM)s house I stopped her and said,  -�Look, yeah, it -(TM)s none of my
business, and yeah, I -(TM)m envious.  Just one more horny guy.  But I
-(TM)m also your friend.  So, before you go in and tell your mother some
story, let me help you rearrange some stuff.  And there on the street I
helped her brush her hair, finished buttoning up her blouse, and did a spot
check for undesirable stains.  That -(TM)s when Jennie leaned in and kissed
me, a real kiss, and said  -�Thanks Taylor.  And you never know about
tonight.  Right? -�

   There was some yelling in Jennie -(TM)s house, her mother making a real
scene about missing some hair appointment, but from what I could hear there
was never a mention of the three men who rocked her boat.  And yes, after
supper, as I was settling into a favorite video game, Jennie came knocking.
 -�Told my mother I -(TM)d be here an hour because you had the same English
teacher back when you were a freshman.  She bought it.  I think she likes
you. -� Then she uncovered two small yet firm and soft and luscious reasons
for me to drop the controller and spend the next hour exploring the hills
and valleys of human geography.

   I was reluctant to go down on her, still feeling chagrined if not turned
cuckold by all the men who had so recently donated of themselves to the
dark depths within Jennie -(TM)s loins, but I was happy to give up a large
liquid donation of my own.  Jennie -(TM)s screams of delight may have been
just a little overblown, but her release was enough to wet my sheets.  I
was a little worried that her mother might have heard, may have been
standing on my front porch with a gun, but all was well with me and my very
empty balls when Jennie pulled herself out of my arms just an hour later.

   So, you got that?  Me some days and nights of the week, but just as
often with that house of adult losers who seemed to be just as welcome to
lose themselves between Jennie -(TM)s thighs.  I hated it but Jennie seemed
to enjoy their company.  I never got an invitation to visit from Sam or the
gang, and Jennie never did talk very much about what she did there.  Just
the occasional mention of this guy or that party, but never in detail.

   That -(TM)s bogus, right?  Something you -(TM)d want to call CPS about,
and a hell of a lot more extreme than any high school friend you might have
ever known.  What my statistics teacher would call an outlier.  Not the
norm, but Jennie seemed to handle it, to even really enjoy going over wo
what I called Sam -(TM)s house, and for the sake of our very intimate
friendship, I went along with it.  I mostly just pushed Sam and his buddies
out of my mind unless Jennie brought them up, and even then I just lived in
the land known as denial.  Except when I couldn -(TM)t, like when I -(TM)d
sneak into her bedroom window at night and she told me she was too sore or
tired.  At least that was better than when she -(TM)d drop by and I dragged
her into my bedroom only to find her hole dripping with the remains of
whoever she -(TM)d been with just an hour before.  I hated that but she
just laughed and told me I was being a hypocrite.

   Anyway, I put up with her and Sam and everything that went on over there
and learned to stop questioning my good fortune.  Sure, I wanted Jennie to
myself, but a couple of times a week she showed me how much I was still one
of her favorite guys.  Given how dry my junior year had been, those first
few months of my senior year were looking like paradise.  And then
something happened that changed everything.



   Chapter 6

   It was mid-November, and though we -(TM)d had our first rains, the
weather turned and we were blessed with dry warm days for a long couple of
weeks.  That was when the big cookout and auction took place.  Seems that
Jennie -(TM)s first and most illicit love, George, was running low on funds
in the county jail.  Stuff like soap and smokes and ramen cost money and he
was begging for some funds from his friends.  No way he wanted his bike to
be sold, and nobody was willing to just send him a roll of their own cash,
so Sam came up with the idea of an auction.

   Friends were encouraged to find one quality item to put up for auction,
all proceeds going to helping George survive prison.  People also bought
tickets for a barbeque.  With canned music and donated party supplies,
Jennie said it was looking like George might be able to buy his way out of
jail.  Only joking.  When the day of the big benefit party arrived, Jennie
surprised me and asked me to tag along.  Partly because her mother wondered
why her friend  -�Sami -� was having a party but not inviting me, but also
partly because Jennie was a little nervous, and for good reason.

   I walked her down to Sam -(TM)s house, even went in and sat on the old
couch, turning down a beer as though it wasn -(TM)t my favorite brand.  We
waited until Troy, Sam -(TM)s brother, dropped by in his truck to haul
supplies and Jennie and me off to the party.

   Troy wasn -(TM)t a lot older than me, maybe only in his early 20s, and
was pretty cool.  It was obvious that he was into Jennie, joking with her
and talking her up with a hand on her thigh, which didn -(TM)t especially
make me feel great.  He was as tall as his brother, a good six feet, but
was more clean cut.  Sam had shaggy dirty-blonde hair and seemed to prefer
dirty ragged jeans while Troy actually wore brown chinos and a polo shirt.
If they weren -(TM)t standing side by side you wouldn -(TM)t know they were
related.

   I was happy when we finally pulled up at the scene of the benefit party.
Seems that some acquaintance had a bit of land on the edge of town, the
back acre just perfect for holding a crowd and getting happy without
attracting too much attention from the police.

   I did my best to help Troy in setting up some tables and stuff, but
otherwise Jennie and I just hung out on the side, sipping on a couple of
sodas and eating chips.  Within the hour a good two dozen people showed up,
maybe not so much out of love for George as for the fun of hanging with
other like people.  Pickups and motorcycles, jeans and halter tops, tattoos
and piercings, plenty of beer and some kind of country music with loud
electric guitar solos blaring from the sound system.  My father would have
called them low-lifes and losers, but they seemed to be having a good time.

   Then Jennie sprang it on me.   -�Let -(TM)s get some food.  Sam gave me
a couple of free tickets, so no need to pay. -� We wandered through the
crowd, the two of us far younger than anybody else there.  Jennie got a lot
of attention, a good half of the men and women knowing her by name, all
referring to her as  -�Jen. -�

   As we got some sausage and potato salad, Sam handed me a beer, saying 
-�You may need this. -� Not my favorite drink, but I figured I needed the
practice and opened it up.  To me beer was beer, like rancid piss, but if
this is what guys did, then I -(TM)d better get with it.  Jennie was handed
a wine cooler, something I could have downed a lot more easily than the
beer, but I had a feeling that my masculinity was on the line and stuck
with my can of piss.

   After the small but filling meal we walked around some more, winding up
at a couple of long tables covered with items.  Leather coat, space heater,
socket set, dart board.  You name it.  It was all the stuff for the auction
friends had donated.  But then we came to a spot with a card that had 
-�Jen -� written on it with just a cheap plastic razor on it.  I looked at
Jennie and in a word said  -�What? -�

   Jennie blushed, one of the only times I -(TM)d ever seen her do that,
turning bright red.   -�So, what -(TM)s up? -� I suddenly figured it out. 
-�You -(TM)re cutting your hair?  Donating your hair for this guy in jail?
-�

   Jennie looked away, then back at me and said,  -�Sorta.  But not my
hair, not on my head.  You know.  Down there. -�

   It took me a full minute to wrap my head around that one, and even then
I didn -(TM)t get it right.   -�So, you -(TM)re shaving your pubic hair? 
Why?  I don -(TM)t get it. -�

    -�No big deal Taylor.  Lots of girls at school have it done.  Kind of a
requirement, really.  Sam -(TM)s always making comments about how hairy I
am down there.  I would have done it on my own anyway, but Sam thought this
would be more fun and raise some money for George. -�

    -�Wait.  You -(TM)re auctioning off the right to shave you?  Your
crotch? -�

    -�Um, yeah, but only to shave, right?  Or, I think so.  Sam thought it
up. -�

   I wanted to raise a few objections and point out that she had no idea
who might bid the most money and own her twat for the day.  I wanted to
argue, but Jennie just walked off, unwilling to talk about it any further,
and that really worried me.  When Jennie didn -(TM)t want to talk about
something, she was covering something up, and if it involved Sam and
company, then it must be all about the sex.

   We waited, and as the food and alcohol portion of the party wound down,
the auction started up.  All just a bunch of stuff, all going for a few
dollars to maybe twenty dollars.  Just enough to keep George from suffering
too much for the next month.  And then it was Jennie -(TM)s turn.

   Sam was standing up on the large wooden back porch of the house, holding
up the items he was trying to sell, making jokes while yelling out comments
to the milling crowd.  It was obvious he knew everyone, and everyone seemed
to have a joke or worse to say about George.

   When it came time for Jennie, Sam pulled her up by the hand, up the
steps and onto the porch.  She blushed as a couple of men let out whistles,
and Sam got down to business.   -�I have here a virgin lamb just ready for
shearing.  No, not for plundering.  Too late for that (laughs all around).
No, I have up for auction the virgin forest of one Jen, fair maiden and,
truth be told, wench and provider of all that is wonderful for our very own
George.  But with him in jail, it seems that Jen here is willing to part
with her as of yet untouched, and might I add, quite thick, maiden forest.
The winning bidder will be given the delightful responsibility to trim and
shape young Jen -(TM)s garden of earthly delights. -�

   A (male) voice in the crowd wanted to see just what he was going to be
bidding on, and here Sam called Jen forward and asked her to provide a
quick view of what the winning bidder would be getting himself into. 
Jennie hesitated, then threw a  -�fuck you -� to some unknown voice in the
crowd.  She turned away from the crowd to undo and push down her jeans,
then back around to give the audience an impeded yet cock-raising view of
her crotch.

   Just the sight of her bare ass got the audience to humming, but then
Jennie turned and pushed her jeans down another few inches, perhaps to
mid-thigh.  Even after all the time Jennie and I had spent together wetting
my bed, I was struck by her beauty, and by the incredible sexiness of the
thick auburn bush that covered her lower stomach and stretched down and
deep between her thighs.

   First there was a moment of deep silence, followed by uproar and a
cacophony of noise.  Talk, laughter, whistles, but not a one of the men or
women brought up an objection to auctioning off access to a young girl
-(TM)s twat.  Two women near me actually made a joke about betting on and
doing the deed themselves.   -�Just think of it, -� said the one.   -�We
could sit on her face while leaning in to do the trim.  I bet she has the
prettiest pink slit in the city. -�  -�More likely we -(TM)d find an
overflowing well of day-old semen, -� replied her partner.   -�Not really
up on digging my tongue into what Sam and his household have been laying
waste to for the past year.  I doubt the girl has even cleaned out all of
George -(TM)s last release before the police hauled his ass off. -�

   The women laughed but quieted and were intent on the bidding.  I had a
fleeting fantasy of winning Jennie back, saving her honor while keeping her
for my use alone.  Sure, I knew about bald pussy, women who shaved and
showed it all off for porn sites on the web, but I -(TM)d never thought of
removing Jennie -(TM)s bush.  It was a part of her, and pushing my cock or
my tongue through her beautiful hairy twat was part of the experience of
having sex with her.  I couldn -(TM)t imagine pushing my hand down between
her legs and not feeling the thick layer of fur that grew between her legs.
So as I added up what I had stashed away in my room, I intended to bid and
win Jennie.  Not to shave and uncover her twat but to keep her whole and
hairy, and of course only mine to know and love.

   That was my intent, but as the bidding got going, it also got out of
hand.  At first it was slow and easy, going up by fives and tens of
dollars. Jennie remained up on the porch with Sam, her pants pulled back up
though with the fly open and a tuft of her thick pubes pushing out just
above the edge of her panties.  It was fun at first and she had a smile on,
especially when Troy bid $50, but then it hit $75, then $100, and up to
more than $300.  Troy backed up and I pulled my hand down, the faces of
Jennie and Sam becoming serious as they realized just what Jennie was being
set up for.

   The winning bid was $375.  I -(TM)m sure more of the older men in the
crowd would have gone higher than that but many had brought their
girlfriends with them and so limited themselves to looking and wishing and
keeping their thoughts to themselves.

   As the noise died down, the winning bidder and I made it to the porch at
the same time.  Troy had dragged Sam to the side and was arguing about what
had just gone down, Jennie essentially being set up for an intimate
servicing that Troy had himself hoped to take part in.  Sam just shrugged
and said he couldn -(TM)t do a thing about it.   -�The dude made the bid.
What can I do Troy?  Suck it up. -� And standing all alone was Jennie, her
pants finally zipped up, biting her lip and showing her age, young and all
alone and having to face the reality of opening her legs to a much older
stranger.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe how this could happen, and as Troy and Sam
argued, I walked up and put an arm around Jennie -(TM)s shoulder and told
her that she didn -(TM)t have to do this.   -�Jennie, this is crazy.  You
can -(TM)t just sell yourself to some guy off the street.  Let -(TM)s go
home.  My dad will pick us up. -�

   Sounded lame, but I had to say something to show how unhappy I was.  She
claimed later that I was just jealous, but I really did feel it was wrong
for her friends to use her like this.

   Jennie gave me a quick hug back but didn -(TM)t look up at me, her gaze
caught and held by a man standing at the base of the porch.   -�It -(TM)s
OK Taylor.  I know the guy.  He -(TM)s been by the house (Sam -(TM)s) a few
times. -�

   She actually smiled when the man spoke up.   -�Hey Jen.  I -(TM)m going
to have to go without food for a week, but you -(TM)re worth it. -� That
-(TM)s when she gave me another quick hug and quietly said,  -�No way Sam
would do this with someone he didn -(TM)t know.  It -(TM)ll be OK.  I bet
Sam will oversee the entire operation. -�

   Yeah, I thought to myself.  I could just imagine the entire household
there to view this guy shaving and cleaning up every square inch of her
twat.  And then what -(TM)s going to happen?  I had enough imagination to
know I wouldn -(TM)t have access to her for another week.  I didn -(TM)t
want to think about it.  I gave a quick glare at the man, as much hating
the guy as wishing I was in his place.  I had hoped Jennie would be as
outraged as me or Troy, but here it seemed she knew and even looked forward
to what she had signed up for.

   Sadly, he was a good looking man, not too old, about as tall as Troy,
and though his hair looked longish and scraggly it seemed clean.  Rather
than the plaid shirt or dirty tee so many of the other men wore, he had on
a long-sleeved maroon pullover that went pretty well with his jeans and
boots.  Just the kind of competition I didn -(TM)t want to see Jennie
walking away with.

   The guy took a step up and put out his hand and Jennie actually walked
out of my loose hold and down a couple of steps to join him, saying  -�Hey
Bob.  Now what? -�

   That -(TM)s when Troy and Sam walked over, Sam congratulating the guy
while also asking how he was going to pay the bill.  The man joked about
using a credit card, then pulled a wallet out of his frayed jeans and
peeled off four hundred-dollar bills.   -�Put the extra toward another
beer, and whatever Jen here would like to drink. -�

   Sam took the money and told the guy to help himself to whatever was left
in the cooler.  That left Troy and me up on the porch, stewing and hating
the sight of the guy with his arm around Jennie -(TM)s waist.  I wanted her
to look shocked and afraid, but no, she seemed relaxed, another wine cooler
in her hands as she and Bob made small talk with a small group of unknowns
near the barbeque.

   Troy finally just threw out a  -�Fuck it -� under his breath and walked
off.  I followed, catching up to him and saying,  -�Hey, Troy.  You giving
me and Jennie a ride back to the house?  We leaving soon? -�

   He turned, looked over in Jennie -(TM)s direction and snorted.   -�You
think she -(TM)s coming home with us?  You -(TM)ll be lucky if you see her
again by Christmas. -�

   That shocked me, the realization of what was about to happen suddenly
hitting me in the face.  I made my way through the thinning crowd to Jennie
and with as earnest a voice as I could muster, said,  -�Jennie.  Troy
-(TM)s about to leave.  Help me with a couple of things and we can drive
back to the house. -�

   Jennie gave me a pitying look, one that made me feel like a clueless
little boy, and the lucky man with his hand in her back pocket let me feel
the sting.   -�Sorry guy.  We -(TM)ve got a deed to do, so she -(TM)ll be
taking off with me.  Got to drop by a Walgreens or someplace and pick up
some special equipment and treat little Jen here right.  My cheap razors
just won -(TM)t cut it. -� He laughed, happy with himself, and they walked
off, Jennie giving me a backwards look, a wry smile, and then she was gone.

   Rather than a car, the guy, Bob, had ridden in alone on a motorcycle.  A
little too much chrome and paint for my tastes, but I -(TM)m the guy who
-(TM)s still riding a bicycle around the neighborhood.  He got on and
backed it up and onto the gravel driveway next to the house, showing Jennie
where to step up and get on behind him.  He revved the engine a couple of
times and rumbled up to the street and she was gone, neither of them with a
helmet.  I prayed for the police to stop them and impound the bike.

   The knot in my stomach fell into a deep pit, my mind and heart crashing
and burning and going to hell in a long death spiral.  To make it worse,
some old guy nearby swore and muttered his thoughts out loud, obviously
just for me.   -�God damn but that little girl is in for a ride, and I
-(TM)m not talking about the bike. -� Then the man pushed his bottle of
beer in my direction, belched a loud one, and continued.   -�Though there
was the time Bob duck taped a dildo to the seat and had his girlfriend sit
on it.  Rode her around town naked from the neck down.  He sure knows how
to have fun. -� My mouth tasted nothing but ash and I went to sit in Troy
-(TM)s truck, blackness taking me over.

   Troy and I probably had the same thoughts but we hardly spoke a word on
the drive back.  Sam met us at the house and seemed to know just what I was
feeling, so he ground the salt in.   -�Don -(TM)t worry guy.  Jen -(TM)s in
good hands.  Look at it this way.  Now we -(TM)ll be able to see what we
-(TM)re all eating. -� Sam let out a laugh and continued.   -�George will
sure be happy.  Four hundred bucks thanks to Jen alone.  Shit.  That -(TM)s
a lot of cigarettes. -�

   I waited up until well past ten, staring at the front of Jennie -(TM)s
house and hoping for a happy ending, but no such luck.  I had a sleepless
night, hung around all Sunday morning, and then just walked over and asked
Jennie -(TM)s mother if she was home.

    -�Heavens, no, not yet.  Jennie said she -(TM)d be staying at Samantha
-(TM)s for the night.  Thought you knew that Taylor.  So, tell me, how was
the party? -�

   This caught me off guard, but then I remembered the ruse, the lie, and
had to string Jennie -(TM)s mother along, assuring her that the party was
nice, the cake from some bakery, and with some fun games.  I smiled and
nodded my head a few more times and returned to the darkness of my room as
quickly as I could.

   So, all night at Bob -(TM)s.  Maybe at Sam -(TM)s, but I couldn -(TM)t
imagine why a man would give up all the joys Jennie had to offer when he
had literally bought her off the auction block that same day.  And staying
out for a full night had been done before.  She had stayed out all night at
Sam -(TM)s a couple of other times, telling her mother that her good and
very female friend,  -�Sami, -� was having a sleepover with a couple of
other girls.

   Once she even did it for me, and I -(TM)ve got to say that was the
happiest night of my life.  For all the joys of pouring out a fully loaded
pair of balls into the depths of her pussy, it was pretty special to wake
up in the morning with my hand on her naked ass.  A beautiful naked girl,
sleeping right there next to me, and with all her dark wet places mine to
explore.  But that was a long month past, and this night I could only
imagine what good ol -(TM) Bob was up to.  It turned out my imagination
wasn -(TM)t even close.

   I showed up at Jennie -(TM)s house Monday morning, expecting to get an
earful as we walked to class, but her mother told me she had come home late
and wasn -(TM)t feeling well.  Too bad, but I wasn -(TM)t buying it.  I
went on to school for the first half of the day, but after a dozen texts
and no answer from her, I made an excuse to admin and cut out for home. 
Jennifer -(TM)s mother was gone to work, her little brother still at
school, and with a sense of foreboding I used the not-so-well-hidden
emergency key to walk right in, though I did at least have the decency to
knock on Jennie -(TM)s bedroom door before entering.

    -�Shit, -� she blurted out when I walked in.   -�Thought you were my
father. -� She smiled but didn -(TM)t get out of bed where she was reading,
sitting up and with a pillow behind her, her legs and lap covered to hold
back the chill of the season.

    -�So, bet you want to know all about it -� she said, giving out a
wicked smile.  Then she changed to a more neutral face and a shrug.   -�Not
that much to tell.  Really.  Bob was nice, made me a real lunch and
everything before we really got to working on my pubes.  Amazing how much
hair I had down there.  Filled up a quart sized baggie. -�

    -�So, you really went back to his place?  dDid you even know that was
part of the deal when you were being auctioned off? -� I was a little crude
there, but I had to make the point.

    -�Um, no, not really.  Seriously.  I thought we -(TM)d just all wind up
back at Sam -(TM)s place and have a little party while getting shaved.  Sam
promised that Troy would put up the winning bid of fifty dollars.  I think
everybody was surprised when it went for so much higher. -�

    -�Yeah.  Troy was pissed.  You must have noticed. -� Another pause,
then I pushed on.   -�So, you picked up some razors and he rode you back to
his place.  You didn -(TM)t say anything?  You must have known what was
coming. -�

    -�Well, yeah.  I knew Bob, so no secrets there, but, yeah, I was a
little nervous when we took off.  Sorry about that.  Really, I didn -(TM)t
know I was going to wind up back at his place.  But, you know, I -(TM)d met
him before, and he was really nice.  I kind of knew something more than
just a shave was coming.  Nobody pays that much money just to look, right?
So, sure, kind of a surprise I didn -(TM)t see coming, but... -�

   I waited for more but Jennie just smiled, probably hoping I -(TM)d leave
it at that.  No way.   -�Yeah, but you stayed all night, and all Sunday. -�
I paused, she bit her lip, and I had to push.   -�What -(TM)d you guys do
if there isn -(TM)t much to tell? -�

    -�You know, just business, of which none is yours.  Get it? -� Jennie
glared for a quick second then smiled and held my hand, but I still wasn
-(TM)t happy.

    -�Fine.  I -(TM)ll knock it off.  None of my business.  But how about
the deed, the trim, the shearing of the sheep? -� I tried to play it up, be
a little funny, maybe a little less serious, but I really did want to see
what had happened to Jennie -(TM)s nether region.

   I thought she -(TM)d tell me to go to hell, but when Jennie saw I wasn
-(TM)t going to go all moral and judge her, she seemed as excited about it
as I was interested.  She pushed the covers back and sat up on her knees,
bringing her crotch even to my face where I sat on the edge of her bed.  
-�Here.  Check this out. -�

   Jennie pushed down her panties, just simple white cotton undies that
were still sexy and a come-on in my eyes.  There underneath the triangle of
cloth there arose a clean white field of flesh, free of all hair but a thin
line of her fur, a love line Jennie called it, leading down to a pair of
thick labia that shone forth in the early afternoon light.

   Just the previous week all I could see is bush, a monotonous patch of
thick pubic hair that beckoned me to dip my fingers or tongue or cock into
the forested unknown.  Now there appeared between Jennie -(TM)s legs two
thick rounded folds of flesh, dropping down from her middle, and with just
a hint of fur on either side.  Within these two rounded lips there peeked
out a much thinner and darker edge of flesh, two dark inner slices, pushing
out from within the fat outer lips and hanging down just below from where
they emerged.

   I was amazed at the sight of the treasure her thick mat of bush had
hidden.  My cock leapt up, straining at my jeans, and without thinking I
reached forth with one hand, my eyes tearing out from their sockets, my
fingers needing to feel and know the clean smooth lines of Jennie -(TM)s
newly revealed treasure box.

   Jennie sat back onto the bed.  Not in rejection, but to remove her
panties and open up her legs.  She began talking of how Bob had sat her
down on a mat by his fireplace, first trimming her thick hairy bush with
some scissors, then applying a special shaving cream made just for such
sensitive areas before using the razor.  Three types of razors, depending
on the place and thickness of hair.  Jennie said it took them more than an
hour to do the whole thing, and even then Bob did some touching up the next
day while using some cool whip.  I just shook my head and tried not to
think about it.

   She rolled over and pushed up her ass.   -�See?  Even all the hair that
was in there. -� Then back over, her knees open, Jennie spreading wide her
labia, new to the sight of day.   -�This was really tricky.  I was so
afraid of getting cut, but Bob did a great job.  I helped, a little, and
now I know what to do on my own. -� Then she looked up at me and with a
wicked grin said,  -�Like it Taylor?  I bet you like it. -�

   I didn -(TM)t say a word.  Well, a few words, simple and to the point. 
-�You are so beautiful to me Jennie. -� And with that I pushed her back
onto the bed and dove into her now naked snatch with my tongue leading the
way.  Jennifer squealed, probably just happy at my positive review of the
new work of art showing between her legs.  She lay back and spread her
knees, giving me a full view of her entire crotch, and I -(TM)ve got to
admit that I was entranced and addicted.

   I had no doubt that Bob had emptied himself into this very space more
than once, and probably three or four or five times over the two days he
had Jennie to himself.  But I couldn -(TM)t resist my urge to push her
knees out and push my tongue in, prying wide her naked labia and lapping at
the pretty pink and cream colored flesh that filled her slit.  After
sucking in on her clit for a minute, my thumb finding easy access to Jennie
-(TM)s hot little hole, I finally pulled back for a second view.

   Jennie was beautiful, her newly revealed lips calling to me, inviting my
cock and tongue and fingers to reach forth and enjoy Jennie all over again.
Seriously.  I actually had good thoughts of Sam and Bob.  Kneeling by the
bed, her ass and twat pulled out to the edge, her knees over my shoulders.
I pushed my face back into her bald pussy, all the juices of her heavenly
gates bathing me as I licked and sucked and swallowed her growing flood of
secretions.  Jennie had a hand down to hold my head in, her moans leading
me on, my hands pulling in on her ass, feeling up her breasts, and so happy
to be with the girl I loved.

   I finally found the will to pull back, other parts of my being screaming
out and demanding some attention of their own.  I quickly finished
undressing, Jennie even taking the time to remove her top, pushing stuff
off the bed and readying herself for me.  I lay next to her and pulled her
in, pulling one of Jennie -(TM)s thighs over my hip, pushing my aching cock
up through her thighs, pressing it deep into the slimy fleshy folds I had
just taken a long drink from.

   That -(TM)s when Jennie lightly pushes back on my chest and says, 
-�Take it easy Taylor.  I -(TM)m a little sore, you know, from everything.
-� She didn -(TM)t go into detail, which I really didn -(TM)t want to hear,
but she also didn -(TM)t deny me, didn -(TM)t limit me to a quick blow and
a push out the door.  She ruined the spirit of the moment, but my cock
really didn -(TM)t give a damn as Jennie -(TM)s newly shaved lips sucked my
little head in.

   Sure, go slow, be nice, because Jennie -(TM)s ass and twat had just been
reamed and filled no telling how many times by Bob.  I was even mean enough
to think of how many of the men at the party had secretly made it out to
Bob -(TM)s to participate in Jennie -(TM)s coming out celebration.  I had
no doubt Sam had dropped by, not that Jennie would ever say.  No, I only
said nice things, and in turn Jennie held me and pretended that I was the
only man she had ever loved or ever made love to, kissing me and moaning at
my soft easy thrusts with my cock as I bent down to suck on her tits.

   I want to get defensive here and point out that I wasn -(TM)t just a
nice guy who did whatever Jennie told me to.  I seriously wanted to fuck
her well-used twat into the next day, but I was also her friend and even
thought of myself as being a little protective of her after her run-in with
the guards at school.  So I immediately noticed bite marks around both of
her tits, like teeth surrounding her nipples and even a red bite mark on
one shoulder.  She also had a new hickey on her neck, a scratch on one side
of her ribs and bright red marks on her ass and thighs.  The girl had
obviously been pretty roughly handled.  Sure, I was wishing I had been the
one doing it all to her, but it all showed me that she wasn -(TM)t just
blowing me off when she told me to take it slow.

   Anyway, my cock and balls were in need, straining and aching for a nice
hot little hole to empty into.  For the first few minutes I was tender and
caring as I fucked her, low and shallow with my thrusts into her warm and
welcoming pussy.  My kisses were loving, my hands soft and gentle as I felt
up her tits and played with her engorged and stiff clit.  But as I rose to
a fast climax, I lost control, rolling Jennie over and pounding into her
backside for a remaining minute before unleashing another few million of my
sperm into her.

   She may have been a little sore from the day before, Bob -(TM)s seed
certainly still filling parts of her interior, but in those last few
minutes I really didn -(TM)t give a damn.  At that moment her hole was as
wet and welcoming as ever, the overflowing liquids within her pussy making
it easy for me to fuck her and quickly cum with abandon.

   The feeling of my cock jerking up with the release, of my balls pulsing
out a full load of hot seed inside of her was incredible.  As I slowly
collapsed onto Jennie -(TM)s back, moaning out how wonderful she was to me,
in my mind I could still hear the women from the party as they joked about
all the men who had let loose their mobile horde inside of her.  Yeah, I
knew it, and still I loved her, and for just that one moment I could
pretend that Jennie was in ecstasy at the feel of my cock as I flooded her
loins and made her mine.  At least I could dream.

   That could have been it.  A wonderful hour, then followed by a wonderful
hour of post coital sex.  We did start on that, first me playing with her
body, fingering and feeling up Jennie -(TM)s newly shaved crotch, my cream
providing plenty of lubricant.  Then me scooting up and very nicely asking
for Jennie to go down on me, to suck me clean and then hard for another try
down below.  She did, for a minute, taking my cock in mouth and swallowing
all the remaining juices suctioned out from within her pussy.  Just as
always I easily got hard again, got a little more demanding, pushing a
little deeper into Jennie -(TM)s mouth, moaning at how much I loved it when
she sucked me and licked my balls.

   That -(TM)s when I shifted positions and rolled over on top of her,
spreading her legs with my knees and pushing into her twat with my newly
cleaned cock.  It seemed that everything was back to normal, my cock ready
to slowly but insistently pry her open and make love to Jennie for the next
hour.  She knew the drill, and usually Jennie was very happy to
participate. But not now.

    -�No, Taylor.  Wait.  I told you, I -(TM)m really sensitive.  Can you
wait? -�

   It was like running into a brick wall, and yet I smiled, bent down to
kiss Jennie -(TM)s pouty lips, my cum already drying into a crust on her
cheek.   -�OK.  I understand. -�

   Well, mostly, and so we spooned, my cock pushed hard and ready up
through Jennie -(TM)s very firm butt cheeks.  No, I didn -(TM)t fuck her up
the ass.  I kind of assumed she was a little sore there as well.  But while
we talked I did hump her cheeks, feeling up Jennie -(TM)s tits and playing
with her clit and wonderfully accessible slit.  To me I was making love to
Jennie, playing with her body, showing her how much I wanted and needed her
while slowly rising to another climax.

   As ever, toward the end I couldn -(TM)t control myself, pulling Jennie
in as I crushed my cock through her ass crack before explosively releasing
all the sticky wet jism remaining in my balls, a lot of it shooting up onto
her back.  It was rough and crude, and incredibly wonderful.

   Jennie didn -(TM)t seem to mind, even kissing my hand and pushing back
with her ass at the end.  She was probably tired of guys needing to get off
on her, but she knew how horny I was and she played along.  I finally felt
as ease, my balls happy and empty.  She reached back and played her hands
through her ass, rubbing my somewhat softer cock, then pulling out a double
finger full of my cum and taking a whiff before spreading it on her chest.
-�Happy now Taylor? -�

   Absolutely.  I settled into her body, softened cock bedded down within
her butt cheeks, my head bent down to smell Jennie -(TM)s hair, just happy
to be with her.  That -(TM)s where we stayed for a long while, my cock soft
and sated, my hands playing with Jennie -(TM)s naked body, and all the
while talking about school and parents and life.  I expected everything
about Bob and her time there would remain hidden, unspoken and none of my
business.  Sure, eventually tidbits of her experience with Bob would be
referred to, but no way could I ask about it and get an answer.

   I was surprised when she began to talk about it, but of course without
going into too much detail.  She of course talked about stuff that didn
-(TM)t interest me at all, like how big Bob -(TM)s back yard was and how he
always took his boots off before walking inside his house.  Then she
brought up a few things that really got my attention.  Like her mentioning
that Bob had a bunch of different dildos, even bigger than the banana I had
once tried out on her.  She didn -(TM)t go much further but mentioned in an
off-hand manner that some dildos could actually ejaculate like a guy.  That
set my mind to racing.  No talk of live action, not giving up details of
just what dildo might have done what between her legs the day before, but
then why bring up his collection of fake phalluses?

   What really made my jaw drop and my mind go into meltdown was when her
dog began barking outside.  Jennie most innocently turned to face me, a
hand down to touch my sticky wet cock, then blurting out the most amazing
bit of trivia.   -�Did you know dogs have bones in their penises?  Like
real bones.  That -(TM)s why they call them boners. -� This is where Jennie
gave my somewhat revived penis a squeeze, saying,  -~All you guys are hard
because of blood pressure or something, like using your blood to get hard.
It -(TM)s not like a dog -(TM)s boner at all.  Maybe that -(TM)s why they
last so much longer.  It -(TM)s just a bone.  Weird, right? -�

   I could have let it go, but a thought went through my mind, and in a
second I asked the perfect question.   -�Yeah, dogs have a bone, but it
depends on the dog.  The bigger the dog, the bigger the bone.  Like, is the
dog the same size as yours (standing not quite up to my knees) or bigger
and taller? -�

   Jennie could have just shrugged and said,  -�I don -(TM)t know -� or 
-�Doesn -(TM)t matter. -� But without thinking the implications through,
Jennie said,  -�Oh bigger, for sure. -�

   A second after saying this she realized what she had just admitted to,
her eyes growing almost as wide as my smile.  I pulled her back as she
tried to roll away, to escape the topic she had brought up.   -�Oh, so Bob
has a dog.  And a big one at that.  Did you really get it on with him, or
did you just look and see? -�

    -�None of your business, -� she retorted, but I pressed on.   -�Come
on. You started it.  And I know you -(TM)re not the look and don -(TM)t
touch sort of girl.  Did it really do anything for you?  You know, like was
doing it doggie style better than with a guy? -�

   I had to wheedle Jennie for another couple of minutes, getting bits and
pieces and finally a confession that was short on fun details but big in
the headlines that filled my mind.  Yeah, Bob had a dog, and one that
seemed to know just what to do with a girl in a compromising position. 
After Bob had talked her into calling her mother and lying about being at a
girlfriend -(TM)s, Bob brought out a little more wine, another joint, and
then his favorite four legged companion.  Jennie wouldn -(TM)t come right
out and say the dog fucked her silly, but she did admit that in the middle
of it all she had an orgasm.

   A couple of weeks later she let go of a few more details, some of which
may have come from a second round after she had returned to Bob -(TM)s.  
-�The fucking was really jerky, like just a fat rod being shoved in and
out. But then he just kind of stopped and stood still.  Bob said that he
was taking his time in cuming inside me, but at the same time his penis
kept jumping around in me, like it was alive, and I think that -(TM)s what
really got me off. -�

   To me it sounded like a good reason to never return to Bob -(TM)s place,
the guy obviously using her for his own sexual perversions, but Jennie
seemed taken with him.  And, hypocrite that I am, also have to admit that
every time over the next year that she brought up some little mention of
what she had just done at Bob -(TM)s or Sam -(TM)s, my cock would leap to
attention and want some myself.

   On that afternoon, lying there in her bed and hearing about it all for
the first time, I was intrigued and jealous and wanted more information,
but Jennie just pushed back.  I knew enough to wait her out, knowing she
-(TM)d eventually tell me more.  My cock had grown hard and in need yet
again, her mere mention of what had gone on over the weekend making me as
horny as ever.

   I was pulling Jennie in with the hopes of at least a blowjob when the
front door opened and closed.  Jennie bolted up into a sitting position,
eyes glued to her door.   -�Shit.  My mom. -� I knew this was my cue to
disappear out the window while Jennie dressed and went out to greet her
mother.  We had the drill down pretty well.  But I had only just thrown my
legs over the foot of the bed and Jennie had only just stood up when the
bedroom door opened and in walked her mother.

   First she stuck her head in, her glare making both of us freeze in
place, and then walked in and closed the door behind her.  I thought I was
dead meat but she surprised us.  She got a good long half-minute look at
us, at all of my cum crusting across Jennie -(TM)s face and tits and down
her thighs, and there was still a thick wet patch on Jennie -(TM)s back. 
Then she must have given another few seconds of attention to Jennie -(TM)s
bruised tits and scratches and newly shaved crotch.  And of course she got
to check me out, my cock quickly softening and trying to hide between my
legs.

    -�Well, -� Jennie -(TM)s mother finally said, looking back and forth
between us,  -�I -(TM)m not surprised.  So, good. -� Jennie started to
reach for a shirt lying on a chair and her mother scoffed.   -�A little
late for that, but go ahead.  I only hope Taylor brought your homework back
from school for you. -�

   She paused and took a deep sniff, saying  -�It really smells of sex in
here. -� Then she turned to Jennie.   -�You -(TM)re using some kind of
birth control, aren -(TM)t you Jennie?  Good.  I know we talked about this
before, but I want to be sure. -�

   That was it, or so we thought.  I saw her check me out a second time,
eyes going up and down my body, and she then turned to go, opening the door
and starting to step back out into the hallway.  Jennie -(TM)s mother
suddenly paused and then looked back at me.   -�And Taylor.  I don -(TM)t
think there -(TM)s any longer a need for you to climb in and out of the
window.  If you want, I can just get you a key. -� And she walked out.  My
jaw was hanging down to the floor, but Jennie -(TM)s jaw was set, her eyes
throwing knives at her mother -(TM)s back, and I wasn -(TM)t sure I would
be happy with all of what she was thinking.

   I was definitely living out my life in heaven.  Jennie -(TM)s mom had
all but given me her blessing to sow my seed within the sweetness that lay
between her daughter -(TM)s thighs.  Still, plenty of questions filled my
mind, no parent ever giving any of my friends this kind of permission to
have sex.   -�Why would she do that? -� I asked Jennie the next day as we
walked on to school.   -�I -(TM)m not gonna argue, but what -(TM)s going
on? -�

   Jennie stopped in mid stride and turned to face me, pushing off my one
rhetorical question and nailing me down with what was really on her mind. 
-�Don -(TM)t tell anybody, Taylor.  Don -(TM)t start talking about this at
school. -�

   I hadn -(TM)t.  Even at school where everyone saw me as her boyfriend, I
was expected to keep our personal life, our sex life, under wraps.  Jennie
didn -(TM)t want me to start bragging about how intimate our relationship
was, and of course made me promise to never bring up Sam, or what had gone
down with the guards.

   Sex with a girlfriend for students my age wasn -(TM)t unusual and I
pushed back, but Jennie insisted.   -�On the rare weekend while out on a
date.  Maybe mention that.  But don -(TM)t tell anybody about what we
really do.  Promise? -� I promised, but really didn -(TM)t get the need for
secrecy.

    -�Are you mad about your mother being OK with us having sex, of me
being your boyfriend and everything? -� I started to wonder if Jennie felt
trapped with me, her mother burdening her with the jerk next door.   -�You
-(TM)re not ashamed of me, are you? -�

   Jennie again stopped, guaranteeing that we -(TM)d be late to school, but
then took my hand and leaned up to kiss my chin.   -�Stupid.  You don
-(TM)t get it.  It -(TM)s just that my mom likes the fact that I have a
boyfriend.  Sure, she trusts you, knows you, likes you, and so do I.  It
-(TM)s hard to explain, but, for me, having you as my boyfriend is a
choice. For her, it -(TM)s a way to control me, and, maybe even get back at
my father.  Maybe specially to get back at my father.  You might think she
-(TM)s the coolest mom ever, but to me she -(TM)s just being a bitch. -�

   Again, I wound up with more questions than answers.  I didn -(TM)t know
at the time just how important that father thing was.  I knew that the mom
was on the outs with the dad, for something he did.  No divorce or anything
yet, but the dad -(TM)s access to the house was pretty tight.  He got to
come over for the occasional dinner, got to go out with Jennie -(TM)s
little brother a lot, but never did I ever hear of Jennie going out with
her father.  I just figured mom had it in for the dad but didn -(TM)t know
how she was going to use me to get back at him.  It made no sense to me,
but I really didn -(TM)t care that much, not if I was going to get a key to
the front door and rights to tear off Jennie -(TM)s panties.  Jennie
continued to stew, but as often as I brought up the subject over that day
and the following weeks, she just pulled back and said,  -�It -(TM)s
complicated. -�