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

   Chapter 7

   So, you get it.  I wasn -(TM)t really Jennie -(TM)s boyfriend, not to
her anyway.  Jennie was pretty insistent on how much I meant to her, how
she needed to know that I -(TM)d always be there to hold her and talk with
her.  At the same time, there were a bunch of other guys that also had
access to her time, free to walk through her garden of joy.  I had to
accept that Jennie had a second life, doing stuff on the side she would
only occasionally talk about with me.  You know your special other has
something going on when they get nervous about showing you stuff on their
phone.  No way Jennie would lend me her phone without her in complete
control.  Boyfriend?  Sure, but Jennie and I both knew better.

   The mom thought she was being a good mother by giving her blessing to me
dating her daughter.  Well, doing a lot more than dating.  Jennie saw it
differently, thinking that my bedroom privileges were just her mom -(TM)s
way of controlling her daughter -(TM)s voracious cunt.  Of course her mom
laid down some ground rules.  She even wrote out a list, including just how
long I could stay and how many times a week Jennie could stay at my place
(week-ends only).  Jennie and I would spend a lot of our time after school
under the covers, but mom would then pretend to put her foot down and we
-(TM)d go back to our separate places to do our homework.

   On the weekends I sometimes (well, twice) stayed in Jennie -(TM)s room
from Friday night until Sunday breakfast, and sometimes Jennie would be
over at my place, running back to get something from her place before
returning for an all-night sleep over, and all with her mother -(TM)s
blessing.

   It mostly worked, and in my mind all to my favor.  If it weren -(TM)t
for Sam and the gang, I would have been in boyfriend heaven.  Jennie -(TM)s
mom mostly just ignored the obvious sex going on in Jennie -(TM)s room,
though she did start using more air freshener, even plugging something into
the wall in Jennie -(TM)s room.  Jennie and I did our best to keep her mom
happy, even restraining any physical intimacy until her bedroom door was
closed.

   In my mind it was a pretty great time.  One thing that really stands
out, and maybe affected everything a few months later, happened in early
December.  Jennie and I had been doing homework together at my place, then
watching some video before me walking her home toward midnight.  Her house
was dark and though I was already light by a couple of ounces with some
special attention from Jennie, my goodnight kiss somehow led to us playing
around some more in the living room.  Jennie was acting especially frisky
and we wound up naked with me doing it doggie style with her knees on the
rug and chest pressed into the family couch.

   It didn -(TM)t take Jennie long to start giving off short yelps of
pleasure into the cushions, but I was on a high that I just couldn -(TM)t
come down from.  I finally pulled out of her purring pussy then spread her
ass cheeks, Jennie still gasping for breath as I started pushing my cock
balls deep into her rectum.  Except for Jennie -(TM)s grunts and the sound
of my balls slapping her ass, the house was quiet and I was able to focus
on the short and fast strokes I was using to bring myself to orgasm.  Even
this took another five minutes but suddenly everything came together, and
you can take that literally.

   So, there I was, playing my cock back and forth through Jennie -(TM)s
ass and preparing to flood her with a fresh load of cream.  In my rising
ecstasy I somehow sensed movement to my side, and with a quick glance I saw
Jennie -(TM)s mom in the darkness.  I almost pulled out from fright and
shame, but in the dim light I noticed that her mom had a hand down her
panties, her mouth open and her shoulder leaning against a far wall.  If
anything her mom seemed to be getting more out of my fucking Jennie up the
ass than Jennie was.

   To my credit, I not only kept my boner up and running but picked up the
pace, pulling Jennie -(TM)s ass up and back with both hands, pounding into
her rear with just a little more enthusiasm, and ending with a loud groan
while crushing Jennie into the cushions.  After a long moment of bliss and
making sure my balls had emptied every drop into Jennie, I rose off of her
and looked over, only to see that Jennie -(TM)s mom was gone.  Never told
Jennie about what I saw and her mom never brought it up either.

   After that, I figured I could do anything with Jennie without any fear
of her mother coming down on me.  If anything, the mom seemed to treat me a
little more like a member of the family than as some perverted outsider
making use of her daughter.  And my father?  He just looked the other way,
even when Jennie walked out of my room in her panties and asked if she
could have scrambled eggs for breakfast.  Must have seemed totally
outrageous to him but he shrugged and acted as though a half-dressed girl
needed toast with her eggs as well.

   Of course, Jennie -(TM)s mother had no idea of all the other men Jennie
had sniffing at her crotch.  She might have seen me as a good high-school
love her Jennie had a crush on, but there were a number of much older men
who had as much access to Jennie -(TM)s twat as I did.  Jennie had kept up
the ruse of spending time with her good friend  -�Sami, -� and as Bob
entered the picture, she used that excuse a lot.

   When her mother raised a bit of doubt, Jennie bought off a friend at
school for twenty bucks to come over and pretend to be the nonexistent 
-�Samantha. -� They studied, Jennie -(TM)s mom asked stupid questions, they
giggled, and Jennie -(TM)s mom decided that  -�Sami -� was a wonderful girl
for Jennifer to spend the occasional night with.  Even on a school night,
as long as they got their homework done.  Score one for Sam and his
extended household.

   So, sure, I might have been the anointed one, and it was wonderful to
have Jennie as my school-yard girlfriend and most wonderful girl-next-door
fuck.  But as often as I was allowed to pull up her skirt and pry aside her
panties for a run through her pruned but still hot and wet bush, Jennie was
spending time either at Sam -(TM)s or over at Bob -(TM)s.  Using  -�Sami -�
as a cover, she sometimes stayed away on week-end days and some nights, and
even for a few long-weekends where I would say goodbye on Friday and not
see Jennie again until the following Monday.  I hated that.

   Her excuse to her mother was always  -�studying -� or  -�hanging out -�
with Sami while her excuse to me was just a smile with a promise to be back
in my bed soon.  But, she did always come back, always returned home, and
as often as not when the night became too long and I quietly opened her
front door with my private key and padded down the hall to her room, she
would move over and make room for me.  I think I ate breakfast at her place
as often as at mine.  Kind of weird, sitting next to Jennie while her mom
offered to make me breakfast after I had just emptied myself inside of her
daughter, but it sure made life worth living.

   In the middle of this bizarre period of time came the Christmas break. I
looked forward to days on end under the covers with Jennie, but of course
she spent more than the occasional night at Sam -(TM)s or Bob -(TM)s. 
Jennie wasn -(TM)t always clear about who she was with, or where, always
starting off with a  -�none of your business -� but eventually letting out
some bit of info about this guy -(TM)s girlfriend or that guy -(TM)s car
breaking down while they were coming back from some other place out of
town. Sam -(TM)s house was often in the center of what she had been doing,
but Bob -(TM)s and Troy -(TM)s names were casually dropped just as often.

   At the start of the Christmas break Jennie had told her mother about
another long week-end at Sami -(TM)s, but when she returned Jennie came
straight to my place instead of to her home.   -�Taylor.  Let me stay the
night here, OK?  I don -(TM)t want to see my mom yet.  I -(TM)m so loaded.
Can you tell?  Jesus, I can barely walk. -�

   She looked it, wide eyed and staggering through the door.  Fortunately,
my dad was out and I was able to steer Jennie over to my bed where she just
stared at the wall and talked nonstop about bits and pieces of things that
never cohered into a comprehensible whole.  She did this all the time,
rambling on about a dozen different things, some plain and ordinary but
then throwing out some odd event or story that would blow my mind.

   This time was no different.  As we walked into my bedroom she was
laughing at one of Bob -(TM)s friends getting peed on by his dog.  She then
took her pants off in front of me and grimaced while removing some short
but thick plastic thing stuck up her ass.   -�Something Bob pushed into me
while we were in his car.  I bet he -(TM)ll want it back, but tough shit.
Finders keepers, -� which made her laugh some more.

   I wouldn -(TM)t have minded so much if she -(TM)d been a little more
open to my own advances, but she claimed to be tired and pushed me off
while talking non-stop for the next hour.  Sure, she was in nothing but her
panties and she eventually let me jack-off by pushing up through her ass
crack, but she wasn -(TM)t into it.  What really makes me remember that
night is what she talked about.

   Jennie brought up a hundred things, but she was mostly focused on a
woman she had just been hanging out with at Sam -(TM)s place.  The woman
-(TM)s name was Trini, mentioned by Jennie a month or so before when Jennie
had complained that a friend of Sam -(TM)s had for no good reason warned
her off  -�her man. -� Didn -(TM)t get the full story until this night, and
then a lot more beyond that.

   As Jennie lay there in my bed, my cock buried between her ass cheeks,
she talked about Trini and the two of them actually developing a kind of
friendship over the past couple of months.  Trini and Jennie had started
texting back and forth and had met at Sam -(TM)s a number of times, the
latest being just a couple of hours before she had shown up wide eyed and
talkative at my door.

   Jennie paused in her story and was nice enough to give me a little
attention, putting her hand back and helping me to masturbate to a finish
within her very firm ass cheeks.  I -(TM)d like to point out that it was
Jennie who arranged herself to push down on the leading tip of my cock,
allowing me a chance to bury the crown of my cock inside her wet and warm
pussy just seconds before I exploded.  I felt sort of guilty knowing how
much of my selfish needs Jennie put up with, and as my balls unloaded their
contents inside of her I tried to pull her close and whisper out how much I
needed her.  Forget that.  She didn -(TM)t mind or even care about what I
had just done, seeming to ignore her newly-creamed cunt and my post-coital
state of mind, just turning over and resuming with her rambling story about
what she and Trini had done.

   Trini had come by with her boyfriend, but while the guys were outside
working on somebody -(TM)s car, Trini had pulled Jennie over for a quick
manicure.  Trini seems to have had a bag devoted to makeup and polish and
hair stuff and spent a whole hour showing Jennie how to make herself more
attractive, not that Jennie needed it.  In my eyes Jennie already looked
pretty hot and tasty and needed nothing more than a cute dress to turn me
on.  Jennie said that Trini was always made-up, with big hair and lipstick
and with a top that pushed out her tits and low rider jeans, so Jennie took
her pretty seriously as Trini started giving out tips on how to dress up
for a man.

   Jennie went on and on about this, but the main point of the story was
the history lesson Trini gave her.  Trini said that she understood where
Jennie was coming from, hanging out with older men and all, because her
first boyfriend was an older guy too.  Seems that Trini came from a huge
extended family where everybody lived on the same block.  Trini was on her
own a lot, and one older cousin in particular started visiting her every
day after school.  At first they were just friends, just watching
television or sharing videos together and talking, but then it slowly
became a lot more serious.  First it was just a kiss, and then Trini being
talked into helping him masturbate, then a little mouth action, and of
course that leading to the guy burying his cock up Trini -(TM)s virgin
hole.

   Nothing so weird there, happens every day, but at the time Trini hadn
-(TM)t even had her period and barely understood what was going on.  To
Trini it was love and the relationship was meant to be, the daily hour
under the covers with her cousin being a normal part of the relationship.
When she did start menstruating Trini -(TM)s mother just threw a pad at her
and told her not to say anything to her father.  It was the cousin who
really helped Trini understand and deal with the monthly flows and
explaining what was happening with her body, and that really made him out
to be her one true love.

   Jennie had lots of details to go with the story, like how Trini -(TM)s
cousin mostly worked nights and was at her place every day after school. 
Trini was just a clueless tween so the cousin did his best to show her the
ropes, the empty house allowing the two to have all the fun they wanted. 
One thing Jennie focused on was that the cousin was good enough to use
condoms when he had to, but had a love of blowjobs that Trini never could
appreciate.  Not too much of a problem for the cousin, teaching Trini that
she could always rely on her ass for a bit of rear action if she was really
concerned about getting pregnant.

   Turned out that Trini came to enjoy pushing her ass up to meet her lover
-(TM)s needs, all the while hating the thought of a mouth job or swallowing
a guy -(TM)s jism.  Jennie kind of felt proud here, knowing she was better
than some older girl at giving head, but couldn -(TM)t understand how any
girl could get something out of a guy -(TM)s dick being stuck up her
asshole.

   The cousin left long before Trini finished high school, breaking Trini
-(TM)s heart, but Jennie insisted that Trini didn -(TM)t feel any anger at
all about the very illicit secret sexual relationship they had.  Then came
the part of the story that really stuck in Jennie -(TM)s mind.

   Trini finished painting Jennie -(TM)s nails a sparkly red and packed
everything up and prepared to take off with her boyfriend.  As she got
ready to leave, she turned to Jennie, and as Jennie put it, she said
something like this:  -�Listen to me Jennie.  For all the guys I -(TM)ve
been with, I -(TM)ve been really committed to my one guy, just one
relationship at a time.  But you -(TM)re something else, always ready to
share yourself with any guy in need.  Sure, you can blame them for being
guys, always thinking with their dick, but that -(TM)s the point.  If you
-(TM)re not one guy -(TM)s girl, you -(TM)re either everybody -(TM)s or
nobody -(TM)s.  Be careful Jennie.  You better watch out or you -(TM)re
gonna be burned for sure. -�

   I was smart enough to say nothing, focused on lashing one of Jennie
-(TM)s nipples with my tongue while wishing Jennie would get the message
and go down on me.  No such luck.  Her brain was going a mile a minute and
she had something to get off her chest, her voice dripping with tangible
scorn.

    -�Fucking hypocrite.  Telling me to find a guy and stick with him. 
Like she really cares. -�

   This piqued my interest and I saw an opening for a simple question with
the possibility of some hot information Jennie wouldn -(TM)t normally
share, and I wasn -(TM)t wrong.

    -�Hypocrite?  Why?  Does Trini play around on the side or something? -�

    -�No, -� answered Jennie, rolling onto her back and pulling the covers
up to bunch under her neck.   -�Not that I know of.  She -(TM)s been with
this one guy all the time I -(TM)ve known her, but just a couple of months
ago she got me into a three-way with her boyfriend. -�

    -�Umm, what?  She wanted you to do her boyfriend? -� My cock was
suddenly rock hard and any thoughts I had of sleep had disappeared.  I
snuggled in closer to Jennie and urged her to tell me more.

    -�It -(TM)s not what you think.  We -(TM)d gone over to their place to
watch some movie, but a friend of theirs dropped by.  We talked, smoked a
joint, and somewhere in there her boyfriend whipped his dong out and was
pulling Trini -(TM)s head down to lick him off.  Right there in front of
us. Nothing new, I mean, a woman getting it on with a guy in public, but
Trini had barely started on him before she pulled back and invited me in
for a taste, like she was doing me a favor.  That was weird, her wanting me
to do that with her boyfriend, but I trusted her and went along with it,
like it was a game.  Couldn -(TM)t believe how hairy her guy -(TM)s stomach
and legs and everything was, like pushing my face down into some thick
black forest, but otherwise it was just another blowjob. -�

   Then Jennie went quiet and kind of stiff, her mouth pursing together
before getting to the real point of the story.   -�Yeah, just another
blowjob, but in the middle of that their friend pulled my pants off, Trini
even helping him and telling me to relax, and I -(TM)d never even met the
guy before.  Anyway, he went to town on me from the rear, and with Trini
there slapping my ass with one hand and pushing my head into her boyfriend
-(TM)s lap with the other.  Not cool.  Neither of them lasted very long, so
I didn -(TM)t get anything out of it, and Trini was there kneeling at my
side and telling me to swallow it all and not let anything drip onto the
couch.  Even took a picture of that other guy -(TM)s cum dripping out of my
twat while my head was still buried in her man -(TM)s lap.  Shit.  Even
showed the cream-pie to Sam.  And at the end of it she warned me off ever
thinking of doing something on my own with her boyfriend.  Then today she
talks about how perfect she is only fucking one guy at a time and calling
me a loose slut.  What a bitch, right? -�

   This is when Jennie went quiet for a minute, but then she looked into my
eyes and asked,  -�Do you think I -(TM)m a slut Taylor?  Do you just
pretend to like me because I let you fuck me? -�

   My brain was still imagining what Trini -(TM)s picture of Jennie -(TM)s
overflowing twat looked like, but I saved myself with a quick reply.   -�No
way, Jennie.  I -(TM)m the one who pushed you into having sex long before I
knew you hung around with Sam and those guys.  Sure the sex is great, and I
wish you -(TM)d tell me that I -(TM)m your one guy, but you know I love
hanging out with you even when I know you -(TM)re going to ditch me for Sam
and Troy and...   -� This is when I had to stop talking because I had
started to list all the names of the guys Jennie occasionally threw out
when talking about what she had done the previous day or weekend.  Lots of
names, probably lots of sex, lots of things that got my cock hard and
humming even when I didn -(TM)t want to think about who she had done it all
with.

   Jennie got the message, even if I hadn -(TM)t come right out and said
it. She was quiet for another minute before she summed it all up.   -�Yeah,
I get it.  No one guy.  I wish it was you Taylor.  Or maybe one of the
other guys like Bob, but we all know that -(TM)s never going to happen. 
Trini just doesn -(TM)t understand.  Or maybe I really am all screwed up.
-�

   I was more than willing to talk about this, about all her men and all
the sex, hoping Jennie would let go with a few more stories from her secret
archive, but she suddenly turned quiet and disappeared into herself, like
she often did.  All I could do is kiss the back of her neck and assure
Jennie that I loved her.

   It was easy for me to go to sleep, but I woke when Jennie got up to use
the restroom and she was gone before morning arrived.  Over the following
week I tried to bring the subject up again, pushing for her to choose me as
her one man without coming right out and calling her a slut to her face,
but she just rolled her eyes and told me to get real.

   One positive thing that came with Christmas was the presents.  I didn
-(TM)t get much, my dad reminding me that he paid to include me with his
car insurance.  Jennie -(TM)s mom was a little more giving, presenting
Jennie with a second-hand iPhone, of course demanding that Jennie always
let her know where she was.  Right, as if Jennie had used her old phone to
always call home.  First thing Jennie did is make sure her mom couldn
-(TM)t track her.  Smart girl.

   Things were a little better towards the new year, Jennie actually
preferring my company to the rat pack over at Sam -(TM)s for two nights in
a row.  Then came the New Year -(TM)s party.  My dad was happy to stay home
alone, Jennie -(TM)s mother going to a tame party with Jennie -(TM)s
brother at a friend -(TM)s, and Jennie actually inviting me over to what
was happening at Sam -(TM)s.  Supposedly beer and wine and illegal
fireworks and everything a high school boy could wish for.  Since I -(TM)d
be going with Jennie, I actually looked forward to it.

   I hadn -(TM)t talked with Sam or Troy or anybody else from the household
since George -(TM)s auction, and of course the house really hadn -(TM)t
changed in the intervening two months.  Walking into the middle of the
party about eight on New Year -(TM)s Eve was a real eye opening experience
for a kid who still used a bicycle as his main means of transportation. 
Not all that much in the way of decorations other than left-over Christmas
stuff.  The place was filled to capacity with an exact replica of the crowd
at the auction, though this time much noisier and with a thick layer of
smoke filling all the rooms.

   Jennie stayed on my arm for barely half a minute after we -(TM)d entered
the house, dragged off by some guys she seemed happy to see.  When I
followed along one of them told me that I could find some beer in the
kitchen, obviously looking at me as a problem that needed to be gotten rid
of.  Jennie shrugged and turned away, my cue to get lost and blend in.

   Made it to the kitchen and, with nothing else to do, looked around and
came to the conclusion that the place really was as old and crappy on the
inside as it was on the outside.  I found the beer, opened one as though it
was my daily choice of drink, and leaned back against the sink as the
cacophony played on around me.

   It was there that I began checking out all the stuff hanging on the
front of the old and very dirty white fridge.  Notes, more notes, pictures,
cards, and other odd stuff.  And then I froze.  Pulling off a few bits of
paper held on by magnets, I got a clear look at a half-sheet photo of a
girl -(TM)s tits, obviously printed on somebody -(TM)s home printer.  I
easily recognized the pair of perfect fist-sized tits and full bare chest
and upper stomach as Jennie -(TM)s.  By itself that wouldn -(TM)t have
shocked me, but there in the foreground was a cock in all it -(TM)s
circumcised glory, caught by the camera as it unleashed a thick stream of
jism onto Jennie -(TM)s white mountains of joy.

   I focused on the spray of cum erupting from the tip of the unseen man
-(TM)s boner, yet also slowly came to realize that a thick layer of similar
ejaculate covered both of Jennie -(TM)s breasts and was dripping down from
one of her nipples.  No way they could have been anybody else -(TM)s tits.
I had come to intimately know her nipples and areolas and the firm round if
small mountains that made up much of her chest.  As I leaned in to get a
closer look, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder, making me jerk up and
almost drop my beer.

    -�Hah.  Caught you! -� It was Sam, leaning in, looking at the photo and
grinning with all the lewdness of an oversexed middle-aged man.   -�Yep,
that -(TM)s our Jen.  Damn but that was a lucky shot.  For me, you know,
taking the picture.  That -(TM)s Lone blowing his wad all over her. 
Fucking amazing. -�

   This is when Sam stood up, looked around, and yelled at Jennie to come
over and join us.  All I wanted to do is escape into the crowd, but Sam
-(TM)s hand was still there on my shoulder, and in just a few seconds
Jennie joined us.

    -�Check this out Jen.  Taylor here says he wants to have a shot.  How
about it? -� My face grew red, though more with anger than embarrassment,
and Jennie -(TM)s response matched my own.

    -�God damn it Sam.  You said you -(TM)d get rid of this.  Why -(TM)d
you put it up?  You -(TM)re such an asshole. -�

   Sam laughed, as did a couple of other guys standing around us, and of
course Sam had to fill me in on the details with Jennie standing at his
side.   -�Yeah, just the end of September.  Remember?  When that heat wave
hit?  Went from like the 70s all the way up to a hundred, and no AC in this
dump. -�

   Jennie jumped in, maybe trying to take over the conversation.   -�Yeah.
A bunch of you guys were focused on some game, and I was just trying to
stay cool.  Too hot for me to even wear a blouse. -�

    -�Yeah, or a pair of shorts, -� continued Sam, obviously adding details
for my benefit.   -�Nothing but a pair of panties, sitting out in the
dining room and playing with her phone.  At halftime I just wandered over
and asked for a little favor, but Jen here refused.  Too many others in the
next room, right?  But I just started going to town on my own, right there
in front of her. -�

   Here Sam bent down to kiss Jennie on the head, then continued with his
narrative.   -�Jen couldn -(TM)t just leave me all alone and frustrated and
in need.  That would have been cruel.  So she gave a little help, you know,
like a little kiss and a helping hand, and all of a sudden I let loose on
her chest, like all over her tits.  Man, that was great. -�

    -�You -(TM)re such an asshole Sam, -� repeated Jennie, laughing and
hitting his arm.  Then she remembered that I was still there.  Looking at
me she didn -(TM)t blush in embarrassment but actually turned white, like
scared of what she -(TM)d just admitted.  Saying  -�I -(TM)m outta here, -�
she turned and left the kitchen.

   Sam wasn -(TM)t finished.   -�Yeah, she -(TM)s right, but it really is a
lucky shot, right?  I mean I took a hundred stills of us all erupting onto
her face and tits, and that -(TM)s the only one that really caught the
moment.  I even think that -(TM)s where Jen first met Bob.  I -(TM)m
thinking it was love at first sight, if you get what I mean. -�

   I decided I -(TM)d had enough and pretended to need another beer, but
not before Sam made his final point.   -�We never did finish watching that
game.  With all that cock and cum filling the room, I think little Jen
couldn -(TM)t control herself and demanded a bit of return play.  I don
-(TM)t think any of us said no. -�

   I found Jennie a little later, but when I pulled her aside and asked if
she wanted to go home, she asked  -�Why? -� and then  -�Oh, that.  Get used
to it.  Sam -(TM)s just trying to get to you.  And me.  Asshole.  Just
relax Taylor.  Gonna be midnight in a couple of hours.  Then you can go
home. -�

   I could have stayed really pissed at Sam and his obvious abuse of
Jennie, but just an hour later he was the one who saved Jennie from
disappearing with some stranger.  This guy had put an arm around Jennie and
was walking off with her, already out the door and almost to the sidewalk
with Jennie and a couple of his buddies.  Sam claimed he hardly knew the
guy.  When he saw the man walking an obviously out of it Jennie down the
steps and toward his car, Sam stepped in.  I saw the ending, when Sam was
yelling at the  -�fucking dipshit asshole -� and pulling Jennie back up the
steps.

   Jennie was clueless, waving at the strange man, speaking loud into the
cold winter night.   -�He said he had satin sheets.  You should get some
Sam.  I bet they -(TM)re really soft and smooth. -� Sam pushed her into my
arms and said,  -�Here Taylor.  Help her come down a little.  Maybe some
coffee or a coke or shit, but no more smoke, got it? -�

   I nodded, pretending to know what he was referring to, helping Jennie
back into the house as she continued to mumble about satin sheets and
acting as though nothing had happened.  I made a note, promised her that I
-(TM)d buy her a set, and reluctantly had to admit to myself that Sam wasn
-(TM)t a total jerk.

   Bob was there, also observing the run-in between Sam and the stranger
making off with Jennie.  Bob didn -(TM)t do anything, didn -(TM)t even
pretend to know Jennie, a woman hanging onto his arm taking all of his
attention.  While trying to get Jennie to sip on a Pepsi and eat some
microwaved snacks, I pointed Bob out and, with an obvious agenda in mind,
asked her who the woman was.  Jennie was pliant and happy to talk, perking
up and saying she was Bob -(TM)s girlfriend, or maybe his first wife.

    -�He has a girlfriend?  So, what does she think about you spending so
much time over there? -�

    -�Doesn -(TM)t know yet, does she? -� Jennie found this to be funny.  
-�Thinks I -(TM)m only visiting with Sam or one of his other friends.  Has
no idea what a fucking two-timer Bob is. -� Jennie laughed, thinking the
joke was on the woman and completely unable to see where that left her. 
Bob and his date didn -(TM)t even stay for the end of the year,
disappearing into the cold and leaving me with happy thoughts of spending
the rest of the night with Jennie at my side.  No such luck.

   After the turn of the year, after all the yelling and celebrating and
emptying out of every alcoholic container in the house, the place finally
quieted down and the many people found other places to be.  As the clock
neared one, Jennie wound up on the couch, leaning into Troy -(TM)s shoulder
while I sat in another chair.  Sam had been cleaning up some of the
aftermath of the party but then came over to sand by Troy.

   I again saw the resemblance between the two brothers, but also the great
differences.  Troy seemed to have dyed his hair with some extreme blond
highlights but otherwise looked like a conservative geek with a nice
pullover sweater.  Sam on the other hand simply wore some kind of bomber
jacket over his checkered wool shirt, his face sporting an untrimmed goatee
and his shaggy hair hanging to its normal shoulder length.

   As Sam stood there a silence descended on the room.  I was suddenly
aware of how I was the odd man out and was unsure of what I should do.  Sam
decided for me.   -�You want to stay, Taylor?  Not a problem.  The couch is
yours, but, man to man here, it -(TM)s time for me and Jen to hit the sack.
Got it? -�

   What could I say?  Jennie just smiled and didn -(TM)t even stand for a
hug when I gave the room a goodbye.  Walking home alone in the cold dark
night really hurt, and I was more unsure than ever who Jennie was, and most
especially, who she was to me.



   Chapter 8 Posted: 16/07/2021, 23:35:18 Life and love with Jennie didn
-(TM)t really change with the new year.  I was hoping that with school
starting back up Jennie and I could work on our acting like a real
boyfriend and girlfriend, and maybe the other guys in her life would start
on some new year resolutions that didn -(TM)t include her in their beds,
but no such luck.  It was especially embarrassing when Jennie was
occasionally picked up after school by Troy, driving off with her in his
truck while I stood there with limp dick in hand.

   Jennie still liked me, still hung out and talked and did homework and as
often as not slept in my bed.  So, what -(TM)s to complain about?  Nothing
except that some afternoons and many weekends saw her disappear completely,
her mom thinking her classmate  -�Sami -� was to blame and me having to
make excuses for her absences.

   I could have just whined and cut her off.  That would have been the best
thing to do, showing some independence on my part.  Thing is, I still liked
Jennie, still got a boner just sitting next to her while eating lunch at
school, even knowing that she was probably going to disappear into Sam
-(TM)s house with no more than a kiss to my cheek.  I just hoped that my
spineless patience and need for even just occasional access to Jennie
-(TM)s garden of wonder would eventually lead her to realizing how
wonderful I was.

   On her fifteenth birthday she gave me some extra time and attention, and
not only because her mother insisted on a small dinner party with me at the
table.  Jennie was always able to enjoy sex and was especially appreciative
when I made sure she matched me orgasm for orgasm.  I know that sometimes
she just pretended to enjoy me locking her legs open and pounding her into
the mattress, grunting in time as I ground my hips into her, biting my neck
as she felt me pour my second load into her.  I know how selfish my cock
can be and I -(TM)m sure Jennie put up with a lot from me, but I can say
that more often than not she -(TM)d fall asleep in my arms with a smile and
the sheets wet with a lot more than what I -(TM)d just emptied into her.

   This birthday night was special because she seemed to want it as much as
I did.  She had shown some real desire before, but this was about the time
Jennie began demanding it right along with me.  Not just happy to drop her
panties and pull my face between her legs but helping me unzip and impaling
her snatch on my pole before I -(TM)d even gotten my shirt off.  I didn
-(TM)t know if Lone had given her a special pill or it was just that time
of the month, but I didn -(TM)t complain.

   On that night and true to form, her riding me on top made both of us
happy.  With my fingers down between her legs, she rode me like she wanted
to break the bed in half.  Two minutes after unloading inside of her tight
little hole Jennie was back at it, sucking my dick clean without me even
asking, then seeming to shake with need as she wagged her ass at me and
invited me in for a second run through her twat.

   It was a level of demand and desire I only rarely before seen in her,
and boy did I take advantage.  I had her face crushed into the bed as my
cock pounded into her from the rear, laying into her for a good ten minutes
before flooding her pussy with a second helping of cum.  Thankfully she had
wet the bed at least once during this second rampage so she didn -(TM)t
complain when I crawled up and gave her a goodnight kiss.

   The next morning was no different, Jennie feeling me up and giving my
sleeping cock a bit of mouth action before I even hit the bathroom.  I was
a little surprised but didn -(TM)t stop her.  Let me tell you, Jennie was
really good at giving head.  I still preferred burying my cock deep inside
her pussy, but when she felt the desire, she could suck and swallow as
through she was born to do nothing else.  I was looking forward to pouring
a load down her throat, but she suddenly turned around and rolled me over
on her, legs wrapped around my hips and pussy dripping wet and hot to go.
It was more work for me, and I was a little mystified by the sudden
early-morning need she had for sex, but no way did I question it.  I
pounded away and added another few million sperm to all the rest of me
swimming around inside of her.  She complained when I pushed in too far,
but her loud squeals and bites to my chest let me know I was a wonderful
lover, something every man wants to know.  As I breathlessly collapsed onto
her I prayed that Jennie had these same physical needs every night for the
coming month.

   When we finally made it out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, her mom
was there and I had to blush when her first words to us were,  -�Well, I
see the two rabbits are finally ready to take a break from their morning
exercise. -� Jennie just threw out a  -�Mom -� and rolled her eyes, but her
mother was smiling and treated me as though I was her newly anointed
son-in-law rather than the next door neighbor sex addict who had just
plundered her daughter -(TM)s most sacred spaces.  Then her mom mentioned
that maybe Jennie -(TM)s bed sheets needed to go into the washer.  I
blushed double that time and the mom laughed.

   I would have been a happy young man, my girlfriend suddenly developing
an insatiable appetite for what I had in my pants, but of course it didn
-(TM)t stop with me.  I might have had special privileges for her birthday,
but Jennie loudly announced plans to spend the next couple of nights at 
-�Sami -(TM)s -� place, supposedly to study and then walk to school with
her fake girlfriend.  I didn -(TM)t say anything, though her mother did
look hard at me for a long moment before turning and saying that she
expected Jennie home for dinner Monday night.  No way my mind couldn -(TM)t
imagine the older and more sexually voracious Jennie around Sam or Troy or
the other guys.  I of course tried to talk Jennie out of leaving, inviting
her to a movie and dinner out, but she had her mind and very likely her
cunt set on enjoying life in ways my brain could hardly imagine.

   Never did get details on what went on at Sam -(TM)s, not that Jennie
ever told me much about what went on over there.  There we were, just a few
weeks into the new year, my so-called girlfriend bursting with new-found
sexual desire but just as likely to pull other guys into the bedroom as she
was to crawl into my bed.  I should have gotten mad, but instead of
slamming the door in her face, I doubled down and spent even more time in
her house, even when she wasn -(TM)t there.

   I kind of adopted her brother, Tim, and started doing stuff with him
like he was my own kid brother.  We -(TM)d play catch in the back yard or
maybe fix a snack before helping him with a science project.  It was fun.
Some nights I slept in Jennie -(TM)s bed even when she wasn -(TM)t there,
getting up and helping her mom with breakfast and the dishes as though they
were my favorite weekend chores.

   A few times I brought games over from my house to play with Tim.  We
-(TM)re talking old stuff my dad and sisters and me used to enjoy, like
battleship.  Even his mom got into a game called clue.  Pretty soon every
weekend night had us sitting down together to play a board game or watch a
game show, with or without Jennie.  That -(TM)s when things really started
to change.

   I had long before been calling Jennie -(TM)s mom by her first name,
Sherry, but mostly just saw her while pulling Jennie into the bedroom or
out the door to school.  Since December I had started doing a lot of other
things with Sherry as though I was her next door friend, Jennie only
showing up to do homework or hang out with me every odd day.  Sure, Jennie
was a little surprised at finding me in her house so often, but she assumed
it was only because I was waiting for her.

   Which was true.  I was seriously trying to get Jennie to see me as her
one and only.  Any time I saw her at school I -(TM)d kiss her or put my arm
around her and ask about her classes.  I passed her notes, wrote (sometimes
stole) bad poetry, did portions of her homework, and even helped in
preparing her bagged lunch for school.

   On those nights that she was willing to grant me access to her feminine
delights while behind her bedroom door, I made sure to suck and lick and
caress at least as much as I fucked.  More importantly, I stayed awake
afterwards and talked with her, discussing everything from her growing tits
(wonderful) to what I thought of the school -(TM)s pizza (bad).  I was
intent on being the best boyfriend ever.

   Thing is, she knew what I was doing and finally called me on it.  Didn
-(TM)t happen until Valentine -(TM)s Day.  I had gone all out, first buying
a valentine for Jennie, then writing her a poem, then realizing I needed to
make one for Sherry, so of course another one and maybe a candy bar for
Tim, and finally a simple  -�love you Dad -� card for my father.  Nothing
elaborate, but still more than anything I -(TM)d ever done before, and it
went exactly the opposite as I had hoped for.  Sure, my dad liked his card
and Tim just paid attention to the candy bar, but when I slipped Jennie my
card and poem and candy and pressed flower at lunch, she just thanked me,
and right there I knew something was wrong.

   Walking home from school she laid it on the line.

    -�I really appreciate it Taylor, I really do, -� she said, holding my
hand even as I winced in pain at the true meaning of her words.   -�You
-(TM)ve been trying so hard to be so nice to me, and you -(TM)re just
making me feel really nervous, like I want to run away every time you try
to kiss me. -�

    -�But, I -(TM)m your boyfriend, -� I said, as clueless as ever.   -�I
thought you -(TM)d like what I do for you.  If anything I want to do more,
but you keep telling me to cool it.  I don -(TM)t go around telling
everybody about our sleeping together, or yell out how much I love you, or
go all whiney every time you disappear with Troy or Bob or all those guys.
What else am I supposed to do? -�

   Did you read that?  A pretty sad list, and only a guy as clueless as me
could have said it out loud without realizing the truth.  Jennie smiled her
saddest smile and looked up at me and yet again tried to remind me who she
really was.

    -�And I get it Taylor.  I love it and everything you do for me, but
maybe you -(TM)re trying too hard.  Like the card and poem, they -(TM)re so
sweet, and I -(TM)ll keep them forever, really.  But I -(TM)m afraid you
-(TM)re just going to get hurt.  I don -(TM)t know what I -(TM)d do without
you.  You -(TM)re my best friend ever, but just not my boyfriend.  I mean,
if I wanted a boyfriend you -(TM)d be first on the list, but not now.  My
mind is just too messed up right now and I need you to be my friend first.
Do you get it? -�

   I got it, again, and pretended I even understood, but she knew I was
hurt.  Jennie was nice enough to promise that she -(TM)d be home before
eight and spend some special time with me.  She even kissed me back when we
parted, but we did part, Jennie taking off to be with Sam (and others) for
some kind of party they were supposedly throwing for her.  I could imagine
the kind of valentine party Sam would arrange for her but chose to save
myself the pain and pushed those thoughts aside.  At least Jennie agreed to
some time with me later on and I walked on home alone.

   I was helping Tim with some homework when Sherry walked in, fresh from a
long day of work and looking as nice as ever.  I -(TM)ve mentioned how hot
she looked, shapely, her breasts always prominent no matter what she was
wearing, and an ass no pair of skin tights from the flea market could
improve upon.  Still, she was Jennie -(TM)s mom and I made sure to keep
repeating that every time we were sitting next to each other.

   You know what I -(TM)m talking about, right?  Like when a hot looking
girl has the top half of her tits completely uncovered and sticking
straight out and you -(TM)re supposed to look only at her eyes.  Or when
her perfume or some other more earthy womanly odor is thrown your direction
and you -(TM)re not supposed to say anything.  With Sherry it was all that,
but also her strawberry blond curls bouncing on her shoulders, the sight of
her navel riding high above the edge of her slacks, and the feel of her leg
brushing mine under the table.  It all drove me crazy.  The only thing that
saved me was being able to disappear into Jennie -(TM)s room and bury
myself balls deep into her less sexy but more available pussy.

   Don -(TM)t get me wrong.  Jennie was still my girlfriend, at least in my
mind, but her mother was a woman, a really fine looking MILF that made my
cock stand up and leak every time she entered the room.  I know grown men
lust for girls like Jennie, maybe lusting for their smooth skin and tight
holes and pert tits.  Sure, I get it, but for a guy like me, grown women of
Sherry -(TM)s age and shape were like sirens in the night.

   Still, I played my part as the adopted older brother to Tim and hoped
for boyfriend of Jennie and pretended Sherry was just one more mom on the
block.  Which brings us back to her entering the house while I worked with
Tim.  We were all very polite and she asked me to stay for dinner (not
unusual) while asking if I knew where Jennie was.  I lied, told her that
Jennie should be back from Sami -(TM)s before 9, and offered to help her in
making a salad.  All very nice.

   Then Tim took off for his room and Sherry moved over next to where I was
standing and said,  -�Thank you for the valentine Taylor.  A woman still
appreciates those little gestures.  I hope Jennie does. -� And then she
leans in, putting a hand on my far shoulder, her hair tumbling down and
filling the air with her scent as she kisses my cheek.  Not just a peck,
but a kiss, a suck in and a tickle with her tongue, and without any thought
at all I turned and finished the kiss, my lips to hers, our tongues
touching for just a moment, my hand even reaching out to lightly touch her
ass before we parted.

   That should have been the time that all my fantasies came true, where I
levered Sherry down to the floor and pulled her in for a long kiss, or
perhaps where she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom door. 
Sadly, reality intervened and we went back to our expected places, though
not before her eyes opened wide with my returned kiss, her head turning and
her mouth forming a smile of recognition if not invitation for more.  I
just swallowed and headed for the refrigerator, glad that she hadn -(TM)t
slapped me and hoping she hadn -(TM)t noticed the very prominent boner
forcing its way down the leg of my pants.  She acted like it hadn -(TM)t
happened, but it had, and all through the early evening everything I did or
said was affected by those few seconds of intimacy.

   I breathed a sigh of relief when Jennie walked through the door about 8,
giving out apologies and talking about her pretend friend Sami and how they
hadn -(TM)t eaten anything but cupcakes and how hungry she was.  All of
that was fine, even normal, but jealous not-quite-a-boyfriend that I was,
as she stood talking with her mom my own gaze focused on what she was
wearing.  No socks, though I knew she had worn pink socks to school, and
without the bra she always wore to school, her nipples pushing out through
her blouse.  Nothing unusual, sad to say.  I think Sam had a drawer full of
clothing she had somehow forgotten at his place.

   What made me steam this night was her slacks, white with straight legs
and almost as tight to her ass as Sherry -(TM)s slacks often were.  The
pants looked fine, zipped and fastened with a belt, but with a dark wet
stain where they fit snugly into her crotch.  Maybe she had been in a
hurry, having a little fun with Sam and Troy before realizing the time,
pulling on her pants and rushing home without panties or adding a panty
liner or even waiting for their loads to drip out and be washed away with a
quick shower.  Maybe Sherry noticed, maybe not, but it was hard for me not
to stare and wonder just how many loads of valentine-laden cream it took to
drench the crotch of her pants.

   When we finally called it a night and Jennie and I disappeared into her
bedroom, I actually found it hard to boner up, to kiss and love and make
use of all the rights and privileges Valentine -(TM)s Day guarantees lovers
everywhere.  The thought of her wet pants and what the guys at Sam -(TM)s
had already blown up her hole made it difficult for me to enjoy any attempt
at making love to her.

   What finally got me hard and ready to fuck was thinking of Sherry, of
the feel of her hair and the softness of her lips on mine, and especially
the feel of my hand on her ass.  I felt like a liar and cheat, imagining
Sherry -(TM)s body in place of Jennie -(TM)s, imagining a different pair of
breasts to suck on, another ass to hold onto as I laid waste to her little
girl -(TM)s cum-full cunt.

   Jennie wasn -(TM)t into it, lacking the sexual lust she had shown just a
week before when we were alone in my room.  I didn -(TM)t care, my cock
hard at the thought of Sherry being under me, my anger fueling my demand
for Jennie to give me what I thought I was owed.  I -(TM)ve got to admit it
was rough, locking her legs out wide, then pushing them up over her head
and pounding into her for what I felt was a well-deserved release of all my
sexual frustrations in a flooding of her cunt.  After a few minutes of
rest, I forced Jennie to then clean me off, happy in the knowledge that she
was probably sucking down a half dozen different flavors of sperm-laden
cream, all ripening in the depths of her pussy.

   More thoughts of Sherry got me hard enough to roll Jennie over and do it
again, though a little longer and with more care, my guilt at what a jerk I
was being forcing me to whisper out how much I loved her as I filled Jennie
-(TM)s hot little box one more time.  She was nice about it, even
pretending an orgasm before I softened and allowed her to pull away and
drift off to sleep.  I was tired but couldn -(TM)t sleep, staying up half
the night and wondering who I was and what I could possibly be for a woman
like Sherry.

   I felt like a car doing ten thousand rpm in second gear, my mind
screaming at the stress, but I tried my best to act as though everything
was normal.  I sensed the same with Jennie and Sherry but didn -(TM)t know
what to do about it.  Jennie began making more excuses, spending more
nights and long weekends at Sam -(TM)s and Bob -(TM)s, though I never knew
just who she was hanging out with until she let go with some hint about
this guy -(TM)s lasagna or that guy -(TM)s Jacuzzi.

   Sherry put up with the lies, pretending to believe all the girly slumber
party stories Jennie made up, ignoring the occasional hickey or
overabundance of male cologne Jennie brought home with her.  Sherry didn
-(TM)t know what to do any more than I did, so we all just pretended
everything was fine, yet all on edge as we waited for the inevitable crash
and burn we knew was going to happen.

   Believe it or not, it worked itself out, and none of my wild and
imagined fantasies matched what really happened.

   It was early March, spring not quite there but with flowers already
showing themselves in most of the front-yard gardens.  I had been helping
my dad with his car as he tried to save a few bucks by changing the brake
pads on the back of his old sedan.  Jennie and I had passed some wonderful
hours in the back seat of the car so I had some feelings for it and was
happy to assist.  We weren -(TM)t done until almost eleven.  It was a
Friday night and after a shower I decided to go over to Jennie -(TM)s.  I
knew she wasn -(TM)t at home, probably wouldn -(TM)t see her until Sunday
night when Bob or Troy or somebody dropped her off down the block.  No
matter.  It would still be nice to sleep in her bed and maybe jerk off into
her sheets while breathing in her scent from the bedding and her pillow.

   So I pulled out my most prized possession and used the key to open the
front door, quietly making my way through the darkened house and into her
bedroom.  In the low indirect light coming through the window I was
surprised to see her form, laying on her bed, back to me but covered and
probably asleep.  I stripped, not even bothering to keep my boxers on,
cursing myself for being a sex hungry teen while begging god to let Jennie
wake and pull me in of her own free will.

   I slipped under the covers and pulled myself into her, spooning her hot
little ass, grinding my crotch in while moving my arm over her shoulder to
grab one of her breasts, my face pressing into her hair and kissing her
head.  That only took a second, and in the middle of that second I was
immediately aware that this wasn -(TM)t Jennie.  For some reason Sherry was
there, occupying Jennie -(TM)s place and now waking to find some strange
guy molesting her in her own house.

   I knew what I had done and immediately pulled back, wondering if I
should try to sneak out and pretend nothing had happened.  As I froze in
mid motion, my cock hard and pressing into Sherry -(TM)s ass crack, one
hand holding a very full and firm breast, my face still buried into her
curls, Sherry brought a hand of her own over and put it on my hip, pulled
in on my bare ass and whispered into the night.   -�Taylor. -�

   It wasn -(TM)t a question.  She knew and yet wasn -(TM)t throwing a shit
fit about my leaking cock pressing ever deeper into her ass.  I just
swallowed, still unsure of what I was supposed to do.  Sherry rolled toward
me, disengaging my cock but bringing her face even with mine and pulling me
into a kiss.  After that, all thought vanished and I simply went with my
gut, feeling that I had been given a free pass to do anything I wanted with
the sex goddess next door.  No thoughts or guilt trips about Jennie.  Maybe
one about what Tim would think, maybe a couple about making sure I didn
-(TM)t blow it all in a two-minute quickie, but mostly I simply enjoyed
fucking and making love to a woman I had been obsessed with for the past
many months.

   No talking, no explanations, just sex.  After our shared kiss, we both
acted on a wordless agreement for something we couldn -(TM)t speak of.  We
went at one another with a lustful passion Jennie had only occasionally
shown.  Sure, Jennie liked sex, had even started demanding it like the
hormone-fueled teen she was.  Fucking Jennie was the one good thing about
my whole life, but Sherry acted as though she lusted for me, demanded me,
and she fucked me back as hard as I fucked her.  I wanted all of her at
once, kissing her, smelling her hair, moving down to try sucking in on one
of her tits, all the while thinking of what she must taste like, of how the
pussy of a grown woman might smell and feel and taste differently from a
barely teenage girl.

   I hardly got to suck on her very prominent tits, Sherry wrapping her
legs up and around me and pulling my hips down to merge with hers.  The
message was unmistakable and I was happy to oblige.  I moved my hands down
to feel up her ass, her most perfect ass, and pushed my straining pole
through her wet slit just once before pulling back and pushing deep into
her.  Let me tell you, Jennie -(TM)s hot little hole was tight and warm and
wet and wonderful to fuck, but it took a little time and I had to be
careful about depth and timing and all sorts of things.

   Fucking Sherry was so very different.  Definitely easier to push into,
but hot and wet and waiting for me, and I could swear her pussy lips sucked
my cock up inside of her.  Only a half dozen thrusts found my balls
pounding into her twat as she fucked me back double time.  That was the
amazing thing, her pussy seeming to suck at my cock, like a wide open mouth
of flesh sucking on the entire length of my rod, sucking me in every time I
pulled back, over and over again.  And she could take me all in, Sherry
-(TM)s legs circling my hips and pulling me down, her feet slapping down on
my back as I pounded as hard and as deep into her as I could.

   I was hardly aware of anything else at the time, just the joy of being
able to let go and fuck a woman for the sake of fucking her, but a couple
of other things did burn themselves into my memory.  Like being able to
kiss Sherry while we fucked each other.  With Jennie being so much shorter
than me, when we were fucking chest to chest, my head was usually up above
hers and I had to put up with kissing her head and smelling her hair.  But
Sherry was taller, perfect for me, and as our hips and groins ground into
each other, it was wonderful to kiss her, to bite her lips, to play with
her tongue, to listen to her moans and grunts even as I whispered into her
ear how long I had waited to make love to her.  And the noise, the slapping
together of our bodies, wet from sweat and shared secretions, but also the
noise of the bed, the entire frame rising and falling on the floor, making
me think about waking Tim and a little fearful that the entire wooden frame
might break in half.  But we never slowed.

   It of course ended all too soon, my balls primed and loaded and ready to
blow and my mind unable to hold my needs back for more than a half dozen
minutes before the riotous fuck finally stimulated me beyond control.  I
groaned out my intent to cum and Sherry just held me closer and whispered,
and I -(TM)m quoting here,  -�Cum in me Taylor.  It -(TM)s OK.  Cum inside
me. -� I hooked my chin over her shoulder and ground in hard and deep, my
balls pressing hard into Sherry -(TM)s open legs as they began pulsing out
a dozen hard jets of my cream into her.

   I groaned out my delight, my hands pulling Sherry -(TM)s ass cheeks wide
as my cock pushed as deep into her as I could shove it, relaxing my rough
physical demand only as the pressure in my balls eased and my torrent of
cum slowed to a trickle.  I wasn -(TM)t forgetting myself at all as I bent
in to bite Sherry -(TM)s neck, then up to kiss her, to suck in her tongue,
then grinding my softening cock into her just a little more as I groaned
out loud into her ear,  -�My god but that was the most wonderful fuck I
-(TM)ve ever had. -� And Sherry just lay there, her legs out wide, her arms
encircling me and lightly massaging my back as she kissed my cheek and
said,  -~Yummm. -� I -(TM)ll never forget that.

   I can still remember the feel of Sherry -(TM)s hair against my cheek,
the scent of her perfume, our tongues and teeth touching as we kissed, and
even the reluctance of my still-hard cock as I pulled out of her and rolled
off of her sweaty naked body.  My breath had finally slowed and there we
were, legs crossed, hands on one another -(TM)s chest, and me totally
unable to think of a thing to say.  I mean, I -(TM)d just had one of the
greatest fucks of my life with the hot mom of my girlfriend and I couldn
-(TM)t think of what to say to her, so I didn -(TM)t.  Meaning, I just went
with something like  -�Wow, that was great, -� and stuck with leaning down
to suck in her nearest tit and pushed a hand down to feel up her clit. 
Seemed better than just lying there in silence, and I sure didn -(TM)t want
to talk about what Jennie might say.

   Have I mentioned that Sherry was a really hot looking woman for being
the mom of two kids?  I had always admired her tits, had always had to
consciously force my eyes away from her chest whenever she faced me, and
now it was my duty to do nothing but give them all of my attention.  Even
laying down on her back next to me they rose up, like perfect ovals with
tall hard nipples pointing to the ceiling.  As I rose up on one elbow and
leaned in to suck in the top portion of the nearest breast, she showed her
appreciation with a low moan and a hand on my head.

   That -(TM)s when I felt her other hand, down to hold the hand I had
already pushed between her legs.  She took my hand and began rubbing it
through her slit, and I knew what she wanted and needed.  I had done this
with Jennie enough times to know how sometimes a woman needed a bit of
stimulation after a man (like me) had made it to the finish line just a
little too quickly.  I had gotten pretty good at knowing just how to use my
fingers to make Jennie happy, though we both still preferred the use of my
tongue.  As I felt up Sherry and began working on her clit, I knew
immediately I wanted to open her legs up in the bright light of morning and
get a good look at her twat.

   First off, I could feel that Sherry had a huge clit.  Jennie -(TM)s was
barely noticeable unless she was really ready to explode, but Sherry -(TM)s
stuck out as hard and as thick as one of her nipples.  Second thing was
that she had something else down there, like a ring or piercing, something
I -(TM)d only read about.  As her hand guided my fingers around and around
her upper slit, I could feel her clit even through her bit of bush and her
thick cunt lips.  Sherry essentially controlled my hand for the next
minute, showing me exactly how to rub her off, before letting go and
trusting me to carry her to the edge and throw her over.

   As she neared her own completion she leaned into me, moaning into my
neck, her legs opening and closing on my arm, and then a hard sobbing cry
and deep moan as she convulsed and locked my hand and arm in place.  For
another minute we just stayed that way, both of us sweating and breathing
hard and enjoying the hot wet afterglow of sex.  Then Sherry rolled back
onto her small bit of bed and pulled my hand up, fresh from being drenched
down below, and kissed it, sucking in my fingers before then leaning over
to kiss my cheek, saying simply  -�Yeah.  That was good. -�

   I still didn -(TM)t know what to say to her, but I knew what I wanted.
More than anything I wanted Sherry to go down on me, to slip down and suck
in my cock and clean me off.  After fingering Sherry into her well-deserved
orgasm, I was newly hard and in need.  Something in me wanted to see Sherry
sucking on my sticky wet cock, and maybe even watch her swallow down a new
load.  I rolled in, kissing Sherry -(TM)s neck and grinding my shaft into
her thigh, ready to push her head down and show her what I wanted, but that
-(TM)s when she made an unspoken demand of her own.  Sherry raised a leg
and wrapped it over my hips, then reached down and pulled my erect and
leaking pole up and began rubbing it through her very wet slit.  I got the
idea right away and reached down with my own hand, helping her play my cock
back and forth through her folds of hot wet flesh before positioning the
head of my cock just right and pushing in.

   Her sigh of contentment said it all and I was more than happy to pull
back and push in again, doing that a dozen times, never going very deep,
just pulling out and enjoying the pleasure of feeling her steaming tunnel
suck me back in.  I still wouldn -(TM)t have minded if Sherry had chosen to
pull off my throbbing length and suck and swallow me down with her mouth,
but she had other ideas.  Pulling my hips in with one hand, her head
turning to me and moaning into my ear, Sherry began her own fuck, rocking
back and forth and doing her best to let me know she wanted it all, and she
wanted it now.

   I was ready for her this time, my balls a little lighter but my cock
rock hard, and with one hand pulling her thigh and leg up high onto my
chest I concentrated on doing nothing more than fucking the insatiable
pussy I was so lucky to have wandered into.  That went on for quite a
while, broken only by my pushing a hand into her open legs and doing a
thumb job on Sherry -(TM)s clit.  I was a little worried about what to do
with her piercing but otherwise just kept time with my cock, a half dozen
quick rubs for every good thrust up into her wet hole.  She reached another
orgasm pretty quickly, first rolling into me with a convulsive scream and
again locking my hand into place between her thighs, then rolling back and
away, almost making my cock lose its place inside of her.

   Not really a problem.  I just rolled with her, our side by side action
quickly becoming one with me on top, fucking Sherry from her backside, firm
round ass high up as I continued to pound into her.  Thing is the bed was
small, just a little girl -(TM)s bed, and as I really set to with a little
more energy my right side began sliding off the bed with her coming down
with me.  I wound up with one foot standing on the floor and the other leg
-(TM)s knee up on the bed.  Worried that I might lose my god gifted place
inside of her, as I slid off I levered Sherry sideways right with me.  In
the space of a moment, I pulled her legs off the bed and had her stand at
the side of Jennie -(TM)s bed, me standing right behind her perfect ass and
leaning into her, my cock most wonderfully still embedded inside of her.

   Sherry didn -(TM)t mind my unending need to fuck and keep on fucking. 
If anything she began pushing back with an equal amount of energy, leaning
on the bed and grunting out with every thrust, our cum-slathered bodies
slapping into each other with a violence I -(TM)d never been able to enjoy
with Jennie.  I again slipped my hand down her front and between her
thighs, getting a loud moan of approval as I began rubbing in quick circles
over her upper slit and piercing.  It seemed to go on forever, and I really
didn -(TM)t want it to stop.  Crushing Sherry into the bed as I fucked her
from behind was something I couldn -(TM)t get enough of, but just as my
hand began to tire the leading tip of my cock began sending back messages
that it was reaching its own limit.

   I thought of stopping or slowing but instead leaned into her, grinding
hard into Sherry -(TM)s ass.  My hips were giving out fast short thrusts,
but every few seconds I -(TM)d grind all the way in, piling deep into her
ass, before then pulling back and doing another couple of dozen more
shallow fucks.  I was seriously into fucking this woman, and that -(TM)s
when Sherry began showing just how much she was into it.  She was reaching
back and slapping my thigh and ass every time she was pushed down into the
side of the bed, then bouncing up and pushing back with her ass into me. 
It was a fast and furious fuck, Sherry -(TM)s grunts turning into a set of
sharp screams as she used her hand to pull mine away from between her legs,
her body stiffening and then suddenly quiet as she settled into the side of
the bed.  I knew she had just been engulfed by a wave of wet pleasure
because of the obvious warm liquid my cock was being coated with, but also
because I could feel her pussy contract, tightening up a little around my
shaft.

   My own release was right there, another half dozen deep thrusts into
her, one hand pulling back on her thigh and ass while I did my best to push
my balls inside of her, and then and all the joys of heaven took me over. I
kept up the fuck, kept grinding into Sherry -(TM)s pussy as my balls
spasmed and shot out a second load into her.  My body was on a high for a
good minute, wanting nothing more than to keep up the fuck and flood Sherry
with everything my balls had left.  Then came the fall, collapsing onto
Sherry -(TM)s back and pressing her into Jennie -(TM)s bed, exhausted and
happy, feeling the last of my seed seeping out into Sherry while feeling up
her tits and holding her close.  I can think of nothing better than to
relive that moment over and over again for the rest of my life.

   But of course we had to move.  I reluctantly rose, shakily standing up
and allowing my softening cock to pull out from between Sherry -(TM)s very
warm lower lips.  I wanted to get back onto the bed, to pull her into my
arms and sleep.  As I moved sideways one foot stepped into a puddle of
liquid on the floor.  I knew that most of my release was still pretty far
up inside of Sherry and I smiled at the thought of me bringing her to a wet
gusher of her own.  As I climbed up onto the bed, Sherry got the idea and
crawled up, somehow opening her legs and pulling me into an embrace, then a
kiss, and we just lay like that for an eternity.  No words, no need for
any, as our breaths slowed and we melted into the night.

   I woke up a couple of times that night, the first time happy to have
Sherry -(TM)s leg wrapped over mine, amazed that the night hadn -(TM)t been
a dream.  Sadly, the second time found her gone, the bed empty but still
warm and wet from her recent presence.  Dawn arrived far too quickly but my
brain suddenly clicked into gear and I thought that maybe Sherry needed
some company in that big king size bed she had in her bedroom.  To my
disappointment her bed was empty, and after a quick visit to the restroom I
found her in the kitchen, preparing some pancake batter and sipping on a
cup of coffee.

   Sherry was wrapped up in a robe to ward off the chill of the morning and
her strawberry blond curls looked like she had just rolled out of bed.  For
just an instant she looked up and gave me a smile that made me want to turn
her over the kitchen counter and start up the night all over again.  Then a
second passed and all of a sudden her mouth and eyes turned real serious
and I realized who I was and what she was going to say.

    -�Listen, Taylor, it was nice, really, but I think you know why we can
-(TM)t do that again. -�

   I had walked up to her and tried kissing her cheek, a hand across Sherry
-(TM)s stomach and pulling in on her hip, but she pulled back and re-stated
what she thought she had to say.   -�You -(TM)re Jennie -(TM)s boyfriend,
and maybe I -(TM)ve been a little too lax with letting you sleep over.  If
Jennie had walked in on us I -(TM)d have died.  It -(TM)s not worth it.  I
-(TM)m glad you two found each other, and you should be happy with that. 
Let -(TM)s not bring this up ever again.  OK? -�

    -�Just because I -(TM)m with Jennie doesn -(TM)t mean I shouldn -(TM)t
be here with you. -� That was stupid but it was all I could think up at the
moment, so I followed with  -�And why were you waiting for me in her bed
last night.  You can -(TM)t just be lying there and wanting sex with me and
then push me away this morning.  That -(TM)s not fair. -�

    -�I wasn -(TM)t waiting to waylay you for sex Taylor.  I was waiting
for Jennie.  I -(TM)m guessing she -(TM)s off at Samantha -(TM)s again. 
You tell me.  She didn -(TM)t call and I just wanted to ask what she was up
to and then you crawled into bed. -�

   Bullshit.  Sherry knew that as often as not I -(TM)d be walking in to
sleep with Jennie, and no way she -(TM)d be waiting for her daughter with
nothing but a pair of panties and no shirt.  The games were making me mad,
frustrated and angry at how I was being played with, but as I felt my face
redden Sherry suddenly turned the topic on its side.  She put a hand on my
shoulder, holding me in place and looking into my eyes saying,  -�And where
is Jennie?  Is she at her friend -(TM)s, at Sami -(TM)s?  I called her but
she refused to answer.  She always does that to me. -�

   I knew, or at least had a good idea, suddenly imagining Sam and Bob
sandwiching Jennie in an early morning wake-up call.  Sherry shook her head
at my hesitation and continued going down her side path.   -�I don -(TM)t
get it.  I give you two permission to double up in her bed and she seems to
spend more time away from you than ever before.  Just a few days ago you
two kept me awake until midnight so I know you -(TM)re still together.  You
-(TM)re the older of the two, so I -(TM)m counting on you to keep an eye on
her Taylor. -�

   Again my mind was caught in a bind, knowing full well what kind of lies
and beds and men Jennie had gotten wrapped up with and yet completely
unable to explain it all to her mother.  If I was the one responsible for
Jennie -(TM)s sexual well being, then I had done a horrible job of
protecting her.  If anything I worried that my lustful demands of the
previous spring had accidentally forced Jennie into the arms of a dozen
much older men with only their own selfish sexual interests in mind.  What
could I say?

    -�Bullshit. -� Yeah, I actually said it out loud that time.  The
frustration was killing me to the point of me almost crying, but I held
myself in check and just let the anger flow.  I shrugged Sherry -(TM)s hand
off my shoulder and grabbed her arm, pulling her in and stepping close.  
-�You don -(TM)t understand any of what Jennie -(TM)s been up to and it
-(TM)s not my place to say.  You -(TM)re her mom and you don -(TM)t know
anything and no way I -(TM)m going to take all the responsibility now.  And
no way I -(TM)m going to pretend last night was just some big mistake.  It
-(TM)s all just a lot of bullshit and I -(TM)m tired of it. -�

   I would have said more if I -(TM)d had time to think it out.  More than
anything I just wanted to pick Sherry up and throw her into her bed and
fuck her until that hungry twat of hers wrapped itself around my cock and
flooded her sheets with both our orgasms.  But I was suddenly more aware
than ever of our age differences, of her being a grown woman and me being
just a high school kid not yet 18.  Sherry was shocked into silence, even
looking a little frightened at me going all macho on her.  But I was also
aware of teenage me and how crazy it was that I was actually demanding that
she see me as a real man.

   That -(TM)s where we were, me standing over Sherry and holding her arm
and feeling like an idiot when Timothy walked into the kitchen.  Sherry
snapped into her role as mom and quickly said,  -~Morning sweetie. 
Pancakes? -� Not quite fast enough, Tim looking back and forth between
Sherry and me as though he -(TM)d heard every thrust and bed shaking moan
of the previous night.  Still, he knew enough to let it all alone in the
face of pancakes, so he just sat down and kept it all to himself.

   Sherry seemed relieved to have a reason to ignore me, so I pretended to
need to return home and went back to the bedroom to get my coat and shoes.
The bed was still a mess, and wet in all the right places, and the puddle
of secretions that had poured down from between Sherry -(TM)s thighs and
wet the floor was still there.  That was no dream, and no accident, and no
way was I going to let Sherry or Jennie convince me that I should let it
go.

   My dad wasn -(TM)t yet out of bed, which was fine with me.  I wasn
-(TM)t in the mood for talking, even about what that old car of his needed
next for repairs.  I disappeared into my room and stayed there, nibbling on
a pop tart and pretending to do homework while really thinking about how
wonderful it was to get sucked up into those hot thick lips between Sherry
-(TM)s legs.

   Only it was more than just pushing my dick into her hole and getting
off. It was everything about Sherry.  She was like the high school guy
-(TM)s idea of the perfect MILF.  Fun and interesting but also really hot,
with a body every girl in school would kill to have when they hit 30.  I
wanted to be pulled into her arms and kissed by her, and then for her to
want me, just like the night before when she did everything but put a gun
to my head and demand I fuck her.  She was everything I ever wanted, and
this morning all she could do is tell me it was a big fucking mistake.

   Anyway, the day passed.  I actually took time off from homework to go
over and play some hoops with Tim.  Football was over and everybody was
into basketball, so we threw a few at the hoop on the front of my garage
and I got a chance to give Sherry a quick look and say  -�Hi. -� Dad and I
ate a quick dinner of frozen chicken and canned peas, then watching some
cable movie I really didn -(TM)t care about.  All that time I was wondering
if I could slip over to Sherry -(TM)s place again, maybe find her 
-�waiting for Jennie -� while naked in Jennie -(TM)s bed.  And even if she
was in her own bed I could walk in and show her what more I could do for
her.  She obviously liked getting that giant button of hers played with,
and after almost a year of eating Jennie into leg waving orgasms, I bet
Sherry would find my tongue even better than my fingers.

   I was in the middle of thinking up some good lines of dialogue I could
use on Sherry when in walks Jennie, right through the front door, saying
hello to my father and sitting next to me as though we -(TM)d been together
all day.

    -�Nice to see you.  Where you been? -� That reads like I was being
nice, but the tone of my voice had an edge to it and I knew I was being
mean, but for good reason.

    -�You know, -� Jennie replied, shrugging her shoulders and dipping her
hand into the shared bowl of popcorn.   -�Just doing stuff.  Thought I
-(TM)d come by and see how you were.  What -(TM)s wrong with that? -�

    -�Nothing, -� I replied, not taking my eyes from the television screen.
 -�But pretty odd you show up on a Saturday.  Your other friends got stuff
to do? -�

    -�Yeah, -� she shot back, picking up my meanness and shoving it into my
face.   -�They had stuff to do and now I -(TM)m here.  What -(TM)s with the
attitude? -�

   This is when my father looked our way and gave out a grunt of
disapproval, maybe telling us kids we didn -(TM)t know what a real argument
was and should just shut up and let him watch his movie.

   I got the hint and stood and walked out back, Jennie following close
behind.  As soon as we closed the back door she rounded on me, saying 
-�Shit Taylor.  I thought you -(TM)d be happy I came by.  There are a bunch
of others I could have gone to see but I thought of you first.  You want me
to throw them in your face or something?  You -(TM)re just begging for it.
Why are you being such an asshole? -�

   Yeah, she was right, but only halfway.  It -(TM)s not like she had
called or texted me even once in the day.  During school she might text me
a dozen times about dumb stuff going on around her, but on the weekends
even Sherry would complain that Jennie just disappeared down a rabbit hole
until she arrived back at home on Sunday night.  I was pretty sure Jennie
had just gotten dumped when the guys she was with found her less than legal
age to be inconvenient or maybe because a girlfriend showed up.

   I didn -(TM)t want to argue.  I might have been in the right, maybe
should have just closed the door on Jennie and told her goodbye, but she
was a friend and, to be honest, I still had hopes for what we could do
together the rest of the night.  Knowing I was being selfish and weak, I
pulled her into a hug and said I was sorry and asked if she had gone by to
see her mom.

    -�Yeah, like an hour ago.  Ate some leftovers and gave her some story
about Sami and a bunch of her friends and me learning how to drive stick
with one of their brothers. -�

    -�And she bought it?  Why -(TM)d you say that? -�

    -�Cause it -(TM)s halfway true.  Me and Bob dropped by one of his
friends last night.  Seemed really impressed by Ramon having like a dozen
kinds of tequila.  All tasted the same to me.  Then when Bob had to take
off this morning I was stuck hanging with Ramon.  Which wasn -(TM)t so bad
because he just happened to have a car that was a manual, where you have to
shift from one gear into another.  He let me drive it around the block. 
Showed me the basics and we hung out at his place until I got like friggin
bored and had him drive me back here. -�

   Actually Jennie said a lot more than that, going off into one of her
five minute monologues that assumed I wanted to hear all about her day.  As
ever, she also left plenty unsaid, which means there was a lot she didn
-(TM)t want to talk about, like about Bob leaving and especially about
Ramon and his tequila collection.  If she had been at this guy -(TM)s house
all that night and all day Saturday then a lot more had gone on than just
talking about tequila as a metaphor for life.  But I let it go, asked if
she really hadn -(TM)t found any one tequila better than another and
steered her back into the house and back to my room.

   Jennie knew just what to do.  She had a drawer just for her clothing,
even a portion of my closet, but she knew I hated having her wear anything
more than a pair of panties to bed so she just stripped and hung everything
up and jumped under the covers.  Seeing her naked, watching her pull off
her top with her tits bouncing in front of me and her ass waving at me
really got me in the mood.  It was a bit of a shock to see Jennie drop her
dress with no panties underneath, meaning her well-trimmed pussy had been
open to the elements and all men all day, but the sight only made my cock
all the harder.  I scooted under the blankets next to her and, like I said,
she knew what to do.

   She was only fifteen but Jennie knew to get right to the heart of the
matter, which meant making my cock happy and buried in a warm wet part of
her body.  Yeah, I know that makes me sound like a sexist jerk, but
whenever she complained she always brought up how all guys were the same,
always thinking of their dicks first, meaning she figured this was a normal
part of life and just went with it.  Besides, I loved doing all the things
she liked too, and over the past few months she had come to enjoy just
about everything.  I -(TM)d always pull her in and kiss her, breathe in the
scent of her hair, then give her neck a little hickey, and of course a lot
of time sucking on her tits.  I could suck in almost half of her breast and
tongue it until she -(TM)d moan and then I -(TM)d switch breasts, my hands
down low massaging her ass and maybe fingering her clit and trying to get
her nice and wet.  There wasn -(TM)t a guy at school who wouldn -(TM)t kill
to be holding Jennie -(TM)s naked body and playing with her tits ass and I
knew it.

   Of course, while I was busy with her cute little tits, Jennie was using
her hands to make sure my cock was getting a little attention.  She knew
how much I liked having her mouth and tongue do to my cock as I did to her
tits and with a little push down on her head she -(TM)d move down and start
lapping me up.  Even if I was already hard and ready for her twat to
swallow me up, I still enjoyed having her tongue and suck on my cock for a
little while.

   From the first day a year before when I pulled Jennie onto my cock, she
never had any qualms about giving me blowjob or sucking off the remains of
my most recent release up her twat so that we could go at it again.  She
complained about a sore jaw and me choking her, but otherwise Jennie seemed
to understand that her mouth was just as much a part of her sexual self as
her pussy or ass.  I figured her man George and maybe Sam had sat her down
and explained the demented needs of the average male and I could only be
thankful and make full use of Jennie -(TM)s willingness to make a man
happy.

   That doesn -(TM)t mean I -(TM)d just let Jennie go down on me and lick
my balls while I sat back and did nothing.  If anything, I loved having
Jennie first sit on my face and grind her slit into my mouth and demand a
little equal time.  Nibbling Jennie -(TM)s clit into a face drenching
orgasm only made me harder and want her more, but it depended on the time
of the week or where she had been that day.  Like, for that night, knowing
Bob and his good friend with the tequila, Ramon, had spent the night and
much of the day with her, I was pretty sure Jennie -(TM)s pussy had been
layered with a good quart or two of their thickest cream.  No way I wanted
to drink any of that down, so I just let Jennie suck and tongue on my cock
and balls for a few minutes while I fingered her clit and made sure she was
ready for me.

   When we did get into position, with me spooning Jennie from the back,
she suddenly informed me that she was a little sore and asked me to go
slow. This was becoming a common theme, though usually on Sunday nights
after a long weekend on over at Sam -(TM)s.  Week-days she was always up
for anything, the longer and harder the better, but only if she hadn -(TM)t
been by Sam -(TM)s place first.  On this night I met her halfway and told
her I -(TM)d go real slow and shallow, never mentioning how much I resented
Ramon and his tequila bottles.  Thing is, I didn -(TM)t mind slow and
shallow with Jennie.  Her hole still had gates almost as tight as the first
day I had pried open her legs and filled her with my first load.

   I made sure we were both wet and ready, pushing my cock through her slit
a few times to let her know what was coming, and then slowly levering her
pussy open and pushing just the fat head and maybe another inch of my cock
into her.  That got a moan out of her, but then I pulled back, pulling
those first few inches out of her and waiting a second before pushing in
again.  I loved that feeling, of forcing her lips open and then the feeling
of pulling back with her hole seeming to suck on my cock as though it didn
-(TM)t want to let go.  It was an incredible feeling that we both enjoyed.

   Problem was it could be too stimulating, jump-starting my cock for a
fast orgasm that I really wanted to put off until later.  So prying her
lips open and up into her hot wet and so damn wonderful pussy, then slowly
back out, pause for control, and then repeat.  Over and over, with one hand
playing with Jennie -(TM)s breasts, another down to diddle her clit, and my
mouth kissing the top of her head while I told her what a wonderful fuck
she was.

   I was able to keep that up for a good five minutes until she woke up and
really got into it, fucking me back and then letting out a squeal and
pulling my hand away from her clit, which meant I had done good and that it
was my turn.  Throwing all rules for caring out the window I pulled Jennie
in and pushed my entire length up inside of her.  I was a little long for
her and couldn -(TM)t just shove it in and start a hard fuck of her hole,
so I went deep but kept my movements inside of her to a minimum, just
grinding in and letting her tight pussy do what god had created it for. 
This time was no different, my balls straining and my cock screaming, and
only another minute on I was rolling Jennie over and pounding her into the
bed as the contents of my balls shot out to mix with everything Ramon and
Bob had so recently poured into her.

   The joy of unloading into a girl is indescribable, but just as wonderful
is pulling her in and coming down from an orgasm together.  Just two naked
bodies, hot and sweaty and merged together as one.  Kind of a let-down
after all the hot and heavy sex, but also pretty nice to just be lying
there with a naked girl in my arms, her tits in hand and my cock still
pushed up into her twat as my last drop of cum leak into her.  So there we
were, Jenny pulled tight into me, the two of us finally at peace with one
another, but I knew she liked to talk and stuff after sex and I tried to be
nice and not just roll over and go to sleep.

    -�Sorry if I pushed in too deep.  Just really missed you. -� The fact
that I had just done more and better to her mom the previous night was
foremost in my mind, but that was never going to be talked about so I didn
-(TM)t feel any qualms about lying to her.

    -�No, it -(TM)s OK, -� replied Jennie, turning my way and giving me a
little kiss and smile and wiggle of her chest against mine.   -�You did
good, just like always.  Guess we -(TM)ll have to sleep on wet sheets
tonight, or we could go over to my place.  Mom said she had pancake batter
left over from breakfast. -�

   That immediately got me to thinking about Sherry and my cock jumped at
the thought and Jennie had to comment.   -�Shit Taylor.  You ready again?
Give a girl a break.  Maybe save it for the morning. -�

   Thankfully she didn -(TM)t connect the mention of her mom to my sudden
hard-on.   -�Just once more.  I really missed you.  It -(TM)s not like I
spent the day with all of my other girlfriends. -�

   Yeah, coming off as sort of jerk, but Jennie took it the right way and
even apologized though in her own clueless way, first saying she was sorry
for putting me off, then blaming the guys she was with, and then rambling
on about what she had done with them.  All very Jennie, but this night she
confided in me as a friend and not just a jealous lover, bringing up
details she -(TM)d normally tell me were none of my business.

   She mentioned dropping by to see Sam, for some reason hoping to see Try,
but then Bob swooping in and whisking her off to his place.  She said that
they hung out at Bob -(TM)s for a while but then he got a phone call and
talked her into joining him over at his friend Ramon -(TM)s.  That -(TM)s
where all the tequila bottles came out, Jennie being given a tasting tour
of the colorless liquids, which sounded fun if dangerous for a girl who
should have known better.

   I was imagining just how drunk they had to get her before she took each
of their cocks into hand when she said something like  -�And shit but does
it burn.  I -(TM)m fine with sipping the stuff but Bob wanted to try
drinking a shot straight out of me and when Ramon held me upside down and
tipped a bottle into my hole I almost jumped straight up to the ceiling.  I
mean, I -(TM)d lowered myself down on a bottle of beer before, but never
anything like tequila, and let me tell you, never again. -�

   That got my attention, my cock hardening to steel and my balls demanding
that I find a place to plant my rod.  My mind was filled with a million
images of these two guys turning Jennie -(TM)s ass up and pouring a liberal
helping of tequila into her hole, and it was on instinct that I pulled her
in tight and fit my throbbing cock into her butt crack.

    -�Oh, you liked that story, right?  Don -(TM)t even think about doing
me with a dose of your father -(TM)s whiskey.  I -(TM)ve learned my lesson.
Besides, you -(TM)ll like my next story better.  We just hung out there for
the night.  I think Bob was trying to avoid one of his other girlfriends
and Ramon was fun to hang with.  Next day we didn -(TM)t get up until late
and suddenly Bob left.  Couldn -(TM)t even find the time to drop me off
here or at Sam -(TM)s.  Shit.  I could have spent all that time at Troy
-(TM)s.  So I -(TM)m left alone with Ramon but he fixes me a huge breakfast
and talks me into helping him wash his car, and that -(TM)s where he asks
if I know how to drive stick.  I don -(TM)t know how to drive at all, but I
just said no and he insisted on showing me the basics.  In only ten minutes
he -(TM)s got me driving around the block. -�

   This is where I regain the use of my brain and I just have to throw in
what -(TM)s most obvious to anybody who knew Jennie.   -�No way.  You
-(TM)re too short.  No way your legs could reach both pedals and press in
the clutch and everything.  What did he drive?  A mini-cooper? -�

    -�Funny, -� replied Jennie.   -�But you -(TM)re right.  Couldn -(TM)t
quite reach the pedals, so I sat on his lap and he helped steer and showed
me how to move the stick while his feet did the real work. -�

    -�Okay.  Cool, but why is that story about you driving around the block
supposed to be so interesting? -�

    -�Because I was sitting on his lap.  Get it? -�

   It took a few seconds and suddenly my cock began throbbing and roaming
back and forth through Jennie -(TM)s ass cheeks.   -�Oh.  You -(TM)re
kidding.  Really?  Up your dress?  And you were really sitting on him while
driving? -�

    -�Yeah, -� she said, and I could hear the smile even in the darkened
room.   -�No way we could have done any more than around the block.  We
barely made it back into his driveway.  He was in all the way, which is
saying a lot.  He was thick, like more than you, and I was sure aware of
what was going on with every bump we hit.  When we got back and parked he
just leans the seat back and we do it there, me looking up at the roof of
his car until he has his happy moment. -�

   I wanted to ask if she had met him before, if she knew him well enough
to sleep with him one night and then do the guy in his car the next day,
but I just kept my mouth shut and continued with the motion of my cock
through her backside.  Just to keep up my side of the conversation, and
maybe get some more details out of her, I said,  -�Is that why you said you
were so sore?  Because he was so thick? -�

    -�No, it was what he did next? -� I made a questioning noise and Jennie
continued.   -�After pulling out of me he sat us up and turned me around
and spread one of my legs over his gear shift and said something like, 
-~Come on girl.  Show me.  I know you can do it. -(TM) Meaning he wanted me
to sit down on the knob and give his car a ride.  That was interesting. 
Kind of weird, with people walking on the sidewalk at the end of the
driveway and my top still inside the house, but I fit it all in.  Kind of a
turn on, kneeling on the seats and doing a lap dance on his car.  Ramon got
all hard again watching me go all wild at the end.  When I finally pulled
myself off the stick I was exhausted but he just picked me up and he
carried me back into the house for another couple of hours.  I -(TM)m lucky
I finally made it back home. -�

   My cock was straining at her story, leaking and in need, but I tried not
to be yet one more asshole and held off pushing it back into her.  I took a
deep breath and counted to five and just tried to keep up the conversation.
 -�So, how was it, your first time riding a car? -�

    -�Well, Ramon was okay, but nothing new.  That shift knob thing sure
did me good though.  I think I -(TM)d be willing to go another round with
Ramon if he -(TM)d just leave me alone with his car for a couple of hours.
-�

   Jennie -(TM)s synopsis of all she -(TM)d done the previous day and night
had definitely gotten my cock even harder, but all of a sudden I paused,
wondering if maybe she was too sore for me to enter either of her holes.  I
was about to suggest she go down and give my leaking cock a long loving
kiss when she somehow read my mind and pushed her ass back, saying  -�Go
ahead Taylor.  I know you want it.  If I can do Ramon and a gear shift at
the same time, I think I can fit you in for one more load.  Just not too
fast, okay? -�

   I felt guilty as hell but couldn -(TM)t help myself and started working
the head of my cock back and forth through her slit.  I was so on edge and
my cock was so sensitive and in need that two minutes after I slipped into
her my cock erupted and my balls began pulsing out their remaining ounces
of cum.  I didn -(TM)t even have time to finger her clit, my jets of jism
pulsing out and then quickly fading, leaving me holding her close and
whispering into her ear,  -�God but that was wonderful Jennie.  You -(TM)re
so wonderful. -�

   And I meant it.  Whatever I might have thought of what she had done with
Bob and this guy Ramon and all of the other guys, she had come back to me
because she knew how much I needed her.  Or at least, how much she thought
I needed her.  She didn -(TM)t know anything about her mom and me, and
hopefully it would stay that way.  For all I knew Sherry never wanted to
see me again and Jennie would be the only warm piece of pussy my cock would
be able to bury itself into for the rest of the year.  All I could do is
tell her again of how I missed her, though in the back of my mind I was
still hoping her mom would be making me pancakes the following morning.

   Woke up late but with Jennie still in my arms.  Sadly, when I tried to
show her how much I cared, Jennie just elbowed me and mumbled something
about needing a shower.  Finally wound up walking outside an hour later, my
dad -(TM)s scrambled eggs filling me up but my mind still wondering if
Sherry -(TM)s pancakes were on the menu.  As we got closer to her front
door we could smell the butter and syrup.  I grabbed Jennie -(TM)s hand and
smiled down at her, basking in her own glow as we walked through the door.
Life was good.

   Well, mostly.  It was still weird sitting at the table with Jennie on
one side and Sherry serving us pancakes and Tim wandering around and
looking like he had a big secret but didn -(TM)t know who to tell.  I didn
-(TM)t coerce him or anything but while we were working through his math
homework after lunch, I did let him know how much I liked hanging out there
and being something of a big brother to him.  Tim looked up at me, looked
back toward the kitchen where Sherry was, and then went back to doing his
work, saying  -�Yeah. -� He got it.  Good kid.

   I really wanted to stay the night for two good reasons.  One minute I
was hoping to push myself deep into Jennie -(TM)s loins and continue with
my attempts to wash out everything that remained of Bob and Ramon.  Then I
was fantasizing about sneaking off into Sherry -(TM)s room and pounding
down into her so hard that the bed broke.  Great thoughts, but Jennie
pointedly insisted that she get a decent night -(TM)s sleep before school,
and Sherry didn -(TM)t seem to want to look me in the eyes, so I made my
way next door and helped my dad put together his version of a meatloaf. 
Too much oatmeal, but with ketchup and fried potatoes anything tastes good.



   Chapter 9 Posted: 22/07/2021, 23:53:21 The following week of school was
all the same, pretty boring, all us seniors hardly able to wait for June to
arrive and graduation and for our real lives to begin.  Good thing was that
Jennie stayed home all week, even Friday night, not throwing out a single
lie about having to do some all-night study with her friend Samantha. 
Problem was she didn -(TM)t invite me over or stay with me or anything like
that.  We walked home together, even held hands, but then she -(TM)d say
she just wanted to think stuff over and get some sleep.

   Then on Saturday I go over and Sherry tells me Jennie had taken off to
be with some friends and said she might spend the night.  Sherry looked
straight at me as she gave me the news, and seeing me tighten up she put
out a hand and said,  -�Everything alright with you Taylor?  With you and
Jennie I mean.  Didn -(TM)t she tell you?  No texts or anything? -�

   Nothing, which really pissed me off, but I really didn -(TM)t know what
to do about it other than sit and steam.  I really wanted to tear the
tank-top Sherry was wearing right off her and suck in her breasts.  I
couldn -(TM)t get past the thought that she had her tits almost hanging out
just to tease me, her cut-offs showing me what had once literally been in
my grasp.  Like all guys, I was sure women just loved the idea of teasing
men, getting off on their ability to flaunt their bodies and then deny us
anything but a look.  Before I could think up some reason to invite myself
in for lunch, Sherry told me that she and Tim were going out to get his
haircut and that maybe I should give Jennie a call.  I turned and went
home, wanting to scream out my frustrations and just being pissed at
everything in life.

   Then late in the afternoon Jennie called, as in a real telephone call. I
was on it in a second and there she was, all hard and cold and I could tell
she was mad, but all she said was,  -�Taylor.  Could you drive over and
pick me up?  I wanna get the fuck out of here but don -(TM)t have a ride.
Please? -�

   I almost told her to go screw herself and call Troy instead, but I
counted to three and said I -(TM)d be right over.  I knew exactly where she
was.  Bob -(TM)s.  I had had to pick her up once before when she had woken
up late one night and had this weird feeling that something really bad was
going to happen and needed me to come save her.  Found her half-dressed at
midnight by the road, walking back and forth and crying.  Probably just had
a little too much of Bob -(TM)s favorite drug of the day.  She apologized
the next day for being so dramatic but it made me feel good knowing she
still felt she could trust me.

   This time she wasn -(TM)t scared, just mad, pissed off at Bob enough to
call me for another emergency exit.  My dad didn -(TM)t ask any questions,
just tossed me the keys and told me to pick up some KFC on the way home. 
Made me happy.  Anything -(TM)s better than meatloaf, and if I could drive
both fried chicken and a warm and willing Jennie back to my house, then the
weekend was looking really good.  She was waiting at a gas station just two
blocks down from Bob -(TM)s.  Didn -(TM)t say a word to me, even while
picking up the chicken, just looking upset and staring out the window and
grunting at every question I threw her way.

   I figured she -(TM)d eventually quiet down and talk it out later that
night, but as soon as we pulled into our driveway she was out and walking
toward home, saying  -�Sorry Taylor.  Just too much shit coming down. 
Maybe see you tomorrow. -� I tried to stop her, convince her that I just
wanted to be her friend and give her someone to talk it out with, but she
didn -(TM)t want to hear it.  I finally got through to her by saying she
smelled like dope and was slurring her words so much her mother was bound
to get suspicious.  That got her to come over for a piece of chicken and a
coke, but she still insisted on going home alone.

   It wasn -(TM)t until later in the week that she came over late one night
and finally told me what had happened at Bob -(TM)s.  Seems that Ramon had
shown up again, the two guys experimenting with a favorite choice of weed,
pulling it through a water pipe full of wine.  Jennie had been game, taking
in more than her share of the smoke, happily loaded and willing to do
anything that felt good.  That -(TM)s when she overheard Ramon agreeing to
pay Bob a hundred dollars if he got to drive her back to his place for the
night.  Jennie pretended she hadn -(TM)t heard, but quickly picked up her
stuff and made it outside and away before Bob could notice she was gone.

   Jennie had been high, not stupid, and knew Bob was selling her out and
understood what that made her.  As she told me her side of the story,
Jennie alternated between anger at Bob for treating her like his own
private whore and worry that he -(TM)d sold off her services a dozen times
before.  Jennie thought she was being a free spirit.  Instead, one of her
favorite lovers had actually been making money on the side by selling
access to her open snatch to any and all of his friends.

   I didn -(TM)t have much to say.  Easy to condemn her as a slut, a young
girl with a thing for older guys with big cocks, but I was one of those
guys.  If anything, I was the one who should have been condemned for using
her as my own private go-to girl, so I kept it light and supportive. 
Weirdly enough, every time I tried to say something mean about Bob and the
rest of the guys, she actually came to their defense.

    -�You should have known Jennie.  I mean, Bob and Sam and all of them
already have older girlfriends.  They were just using you.  Bob especially.
You should have known that the last time he left you at Ramon -(TM)s place.
-�

    -�Yeah, but then I thought it was just us all having some fun together.
Bob -(TM)s never hidden that he had another girlfriend or two, and most of
the time I -(TM)m the one who decides who I -(TM)m gonna stay with.  He
-(TM)s never actually forced me to do anything with anybody.  It just sort
of happens.  Like that overnight trip to the lake last December.  I
insisted on going with one of Bob -(TM)s friends when he mentioned he was
taking off.  Just didn -(TM)t know it was going to be three guys and me
sharing a sleeping bag. -�

    -�You never told me about that one. -� Amazing how much shit Jennie
never told me.  Like I -(TM)ve mentioned before, it all came out later in
bits and pieces.

    -�Well, do you think you -(TM)ll ever go back to Bob?  I mean, will you
ask for an explanation and let him say he -(TM)s sorry and go back to him?
-�

    -�You mean go back to letting him treat me like a public urinal?  No.
No way.  I -(TM)m done with that fucker.  Not even answering any of his
calls.  Not even sure I want to deal with Sam and all those guys anymore.
-�

    -�Really?  No more going over to  -�Sami -(TM)s -�?  So where will you
go when you get pissed off at me or your mom? -�

    -�Shut up Taylor.  Not that it -(TM)s any of your business, but I
-(TM)ve actually spent more time over at Troy -(TM)s place than I have with
Sam these past couple of months.  If anybody -(TM)s going to be happy with
me dropping Bob, it -(TM)ll be Troy. -�

   Damn.  Really didn -(TM)t want to hear that Troy was still in the
picture, but I sighed and let it go, pulling Jennie into a hug and ignoring
all of her pleas to be left alone to study.  Sure, a school night, but if
she was going to come over and fill me with stories about her sexual
escapades, she needed to relieve a little of the pressure my balls were
feeling.  At least that -(TM)s what I was thinking at the time.

   Jennie feigned displeasure, but asshole that I was, I decided we had
talked enough and began interspersing words with physical action.  She
tried pushing back, then started on a hand job, but in the end I had her
knees locked up by her head for a ten-minute pounding.  Considering how
full my balls were, I -(TM)m amazed I lasted that long.  In my mind I did
good, but when I woke up in the middle of the night Jennie was gone.  I
almost walked over next door to check on her but rolled over and went back
to sleep, my gut telling me something was wrong and my head not wanting to
deal with it.  I didn -(TM)t know it then, but that was the last time
Jennie would ever share a bed with me.

   The final few days of school before our spring break were frosty, and
not because of an early spring freeze.  Jennie still walked with me to
school, even met me afterwards, but she lacked the fun and energy she
normally threw my way.  I thought it was just Bob -(TM)s evil designs on
her that made Jennie moody, but she didn -(TM)t want to talk about it. 
What bugged me was that she seemed fine about telling me she wanted to be
alone, then saying she was going over to Troy -(TM)s, supposedly just to
hang out and talk, but why not with me?  Pathetic, right?  Talk about
clueless.

   Seems that the cosmos was intent on teaching me a lesson, giving me one
more clue about what was going on around me even as I kept my eyes glued
shut.  It happened that Friday before break, a half-day, when I -(TM)d gone
over to another friend -(TM)s to check out his new motorcycle before
returning home.  I -(TM)d hoped to find Jennie at her place, but as I
walked up to her front door I noticed a truck parked in front.  I knew that
truck.  Troy.  Damn.  Sneaky bastard that I was, I quietly walked around to
the side of the house, and wasn -(TM)t surprised to hear familiar noises
coming from Jennie -(TM)s partially open window.

   A quick peek in showed me everything I didn -(TM)t want to see, Troy
-(TM)s hips pushing into Jennie -(TM)s open legs, both grunting like winded
goats, one of Jennie -(TM)s feet tapping out the rhythm on Troy -(TM)s ass.
I stood at the side of the window for a good five minutes, grimacing with
every moan and the wet sound of Jennie -(TM)s cunt sucking up Troy -(TM)s
love handle.  Jennie squealed out her arrival to sexual heaven but Troy
just continuing to grind away into her.  I was about to leave, out of
frustration and boredom and absolute despondency, but after a second loud
blessing from the sex gods, Jennie said something I -(TM)d never heard her
say before.

    -�Stop, stop.  Babe, I want to feel you cum in me now.  I -(TM)m good,
really.  Just cum in me. -�

   Troy seemed to understand but his answer was inexplicable to me.   -�You
sure?  I really like fucking you, Jennie.  I could go on for another hour.
Yeah, I want to cum in you, but only if you want me to. -�

    -�Enough already.  Take it off and just let me feel you inside of me.
-�

   Hearing Jennie say that, I had to chance a second look, a slow but
minimal peek through the side edge of the window to see what the hell was
going on.  Only ten seconds, but that was enough.  I saw Troy kneeling back
on his heels and Jennie up on her elbows, both intent on what Troy had in
his hands.  For a full second I was stunned and confused.  Troy had pulled
out from inside of Jennie, his cock long and thick as it rose from his
crotch, just what every man would want to show his beloved.  But Troy
-(TM)s organ was black and looking very unlike the pale white skin that
covered the rest of his body.  Another second and my shock and disbelief
doubled as I saw Troy pull his cock off his hairy scrotal sac.  Yeah, you
read that right, and if you -(TM)ve got any experience at all in watching
porn or talking this shit out with friends, you -(TM)ll know just what was
going on.

   I know you -(TM)re thinking Troy was just taking off a dark colored
condom, but no.  Ever see a cock sleeve or extender?  They can be thick as
a dildo but with an empty center so that a guy can push it over his dick
and set to inside his woman -(TM)s cunt.  At first I was envious at Troy
-(TM)s size, albeit weirded out over the black color.  Then I saw him
pulling the thing off and realized half his length and girth was pretend
plastic.  I have to admit to being something of a macho asshole for being
proud of how my real life cock was larger than his.  Thing is, as Troy put
aside his fake phallus, Jennie lay back and opened her legs up for him
while I stood outside, yet again holding my limp dick in hand and with no
place to put it.  As I walked back home, I actually envied Troy and his
place in Jennie -(TM)s heart, small dick and all.

   I had the brains not to say anything to Jennie about what I -(TM)d seen.
Sure, I texted her that night and the next morning I made sure to go by
early and ask if she wanted to come over for breakfast.  Didn -(TM)t
mention Troy, just talked about a show we both followed and an upcoming
basketball game, but otherwise kept everything real low key.

   In my mind the entire world had changed.  After a full year of me being
with Jennie and knowing she had all these other guys on the side, I finally
realized who I had been to her.  A friend.  A really really good friend. 
And even though I wasn -(TM)t happy with the conclusion, I finally found
room in my bonehead brain to smile and accept it.  All I had to do is start
acting like a friend.  Easier said than done, but I promised myself that I
-(TM)d try.

   I didn -(TM)t talk any of this out with Jennie.  How would I even bring
it up?  Like any guy I just pretended that nothing had changed and promised
myself to be a better friend, but it was already too late for that.  Jennie
had moved on and my new found maturity was largely ignored.

   That same Saturday afternoon I tried to go all out, telling her of a
movie I wanted to take her to and maybe drop by some new restaurant in
another town.  I had a whole speech planned, about how I hoped she could
move on from Bob and find someone who could really appreciate her.  Sure I
was still hoping she -(TM)d put her hand out and give me a kiss, but I was
also ready to (reluctantly) give a thumbs up to Troy.  Jennie just shrugged
and said she had other stuff to do.  As she turned away, I knew that I
-(TM)d pretty much lost her.  Not just as my favorite go to girl for a
wonderful fuck.  I knew I -(TM)d already lost her there.  It was that I may
have even lost her friendship, lost her trust.  That hurt the most.  The
sadness of that sudden realization still sits in my gut, still reminds me
of what an asshole I can be.

   Morning found me alone and sad and angry, both with myself and Jennie
and all the rest of the world.  I went over to Jennie -(TM)s house only for
Sherry to open the door, telling me that Jennie had phoned and begged to
stay the night at Sami -(TM)s.  You know it -(TM)s bad when mom gets a
phone call and I don -(TM)t even rate a quick text.  I knew Jennie probably
wasn -(TM)t at Sam -(TM)s, picturing Jennie with her legs wrapped around
Troy -(TM)s waist while he buried his half-size boner inside her.

   My mind was a mess, especially with Sherry standing right there and
biting her lip, and that was a big part of the problem.  Jennie had pulled
away from me and Sherry continued to deny the fact that I meant any more to
her than any other next door neighbor kid.  I was two seconds from pulling
Sherry into a kiss when Tim brought me back to earth and asked if I could
help him with his bicycle.

   I might not be much at cars, but bicycles I can handle.  Tim -(TM)s bike
was just an old one speed dirt bike that needed some cleaning and basic
repairs to be rideable.  Simple stuff, like fixing a flat and truing one of
the rims and adjusting the seat and handlebars.  Easy, but it ate up the
rest of my morning.  Sherry was nice enough to invite me to lunch, just a
sandwich and tomato soup.  Tim was there, the three of us talking like a
family about stuff I can -(TM)t even remember, but I know I moved my foot
over to rub her calf and she didn -(TM)t move her leg away.  That sure got
my attention.

   After I made another adjustment to his bicycle seat, Tim took off to a
friend -(TM)s place down the block.  That left me standing in the street,
looking back and forth between our houses, wondering if I should escape
home and stew in my own discontent or wander into Sherry -(TM)s and get my
heart (and cock) crushed.  Sherry chose for me, looking out through the
screen door and smiling, but then disappearing into the dark interior of
the house without closing the door.  There were a lot of other things on my
mind, but at that second all I could think of was Sherry.  Blame it on my
raging adolescent hormones, but Sherry suddenly became everything to me.

   Sherry was in the kitchen, just cleaning up, her back to me as she wiped
down the counter.  I noticed that she had changed clothes, her sweater gone
and nothing but a light blouse covering her top, her shorts changed to a
short skirt.  My eyes immediately saw that there was no bra strap coming
around her back and instead of being polite and pretending innocence, I
stepped up and wrapped my arms around her.

    -�Sherry, -� I murmured, bending in to bite her ear, saying nothing
more, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

   Sherry said nothing, just turning her head and giving me a smile, which
is all the invitation I needed.  My hands went up to feel Sherry -(TM)s
breasts, my mind melting as their mounds of flesh fit into my hands.  I
bent in further to give Sherry a light kiss on the lips, but my mind was
really taken up with the joy of playing with her tits, loving the feel of
their weight, of how soft and giving they were, yet also how firm as they
stretched out before her chest.  I kissed her again, my tongue touching
hers, my crotch pressing into Sherry -(TM)s ass as my fingers began dancing
around her nipples.  My body was shaking, my desires overwhelming any
control of my body, and all I could think of was pulling Sherry back to her
bedroom.

   This was it.  I was finally going to be able to undress Sherry and cover
her body with kisses and drink from her pussy before crushing her into that
big bed of hers.  Today was the day, but as I took a step back and pulled
on her shoulders to follow, she looked into my eyes and set things
straight.

    -�Um, I really want to Taylor, really, but not now. -� She resisted my
pull, turning around to face me, leaning back on the counter as she gave
off an apologetic smile.  Which wasn -(TM)t an outright no, so I leaned in
to kiss her again, ready to wheedle and cajole and maybe even physically
pick her up and carry her to bed, but Sherry pushed back on my shoulder and
kept talking.

    -�Listen, Taylor.  I -(TM)m still really unsure of where you and Jennie
are right now.  I get that you two don -(TM)t seem to be in the same place
anymore, but I -(TM)m still not sure I -(TM)m ready to start anything with
you just yet.  Do you understand? -�

    -�No.  Not at all.  You know we -(TM)ve already started something. -� I
was starting to get a little pissed at the games Sherry was playing, not at
all understanding what she thought she was going through, but she ignored
me completely and just kept talking.

    -�And there are some things I -(TM)d like to talk to you about.  About
Jennie I mean.  She doesn -(TM)t want to talk and you -(TM)re my closest
connection to her. -�

   I wanted to tell Sherry to forget Jennie, but I knew that would be a
mistake so I did what I had learned was always the best move.  Say nothing
but act concerned and understanding while never allowing my hands to stop
caressing the girl I was trying to get into bed.  It worked pretty well
with Jennie no matter what she was talking about, and it proved to be all I
needed for Sherry this time.  Almost.

   Sherry allowed me to pull her into a hug, my hands going down to unsnap
the back of her skirt, Sherry being fine with that until I pushed down,
forcing the skirt over her hips and having it drop to the floor.  That
-(TM)s when she pulled back and said,  -�No, no Taylor.  I don -(TM)t think
I -(TM)m ready for that, not now. -�

    -�But Sherry, -� is all I said, moving my hands down to her panty-clad
ass, hoping she would relent.

   And she did, at least to a point.  Sherry moved her hands down as well,
and as she began undoing my pants I had visions of a long afternoon of sex
floating before me.  Not quite.  As she pushed down the edge of my jeans,
she dropped down, kneeling on the linoleum floor of the kitchen and taking
my very hard and throbbing cock in hand and mouth.

   I moaned and in turn Sherry took a long suck and gave a wonderful
tonguing to the fat crown of my cock, then pulled her head back and said 
-�Yummm -� before sucking me back in for another taste.  Not quite the
hours long fuck I yearned for, but no way was I going to stop her.

   Jennie was always great at giving head, somehow able to swallow my cock
down even deeper than her tight little twat could.  She -(TM)d complain
afterwards, but it was always amazing how I could lock my knees over her
head, push myself balls deep into her mouth and fuck away with her hardly
ever gagging.  She always made me pull back before reaching a climax,
hating it when I unleashed a torrent of jism directly into her throat, but
I know I -(TM)m not the only one who did that.  Sure, I felt a little
guilty about how violent it seemed afterwards, but Jennie was such a hot
little come-on that in the middle of wrestling in the bed with her, it all
seemed pretty natural and okay.

   Totally different with Sherry.  As she kneeled in front of me, her lips
and tongue doing wonderful things to the hood of my shaft, I did my best to
control myself.  Instead of reaching down to grab her hair and pull her
head into my crotch, I leaned over her kneeling form, arms on the counter
and feet back, my aching cock hers to do with as she wished.  It was
amazing and unlike anything I -(TM)d done with Jennie.

   Sherry had both hands wrapped around my cock, her mouth sucking in the
leading few inches, and after a minute of her wonderful loving I began
pulling my hips back and slowly thrusting in.  She went with it, her hands
massaging me in the best way while her tongue lapped at my leading tip as I
pushed into her mouth.  I kind of lost it in the end, leaning in and
fucking her hands and mouth with some pretty hard thrusts, but she had it
all under control.

   As I reached my peak I really had to fight myself, wanting desperately
to turn her over and just finish up by fucking her hot little cunt.  I knew
she was ready, had just the warm and wet pussy my cock needed, but I just
groaned out the words  -�I -(TM)m gonna cum Sherry -� and lowered a hand to
touch her hair.  No grabbing of her head or anything, just groaning out my
need, overcome by the mix of the pain and the exhilaration of my balls
pulsing out their contents into her mouth.

   All my concentration was on holding myself steady and not pushing myself
into her face, but Sherry was right there for me.  Her mouth covered the
leading few inches of my cock and as the pressure in my balls forced out
the first few jets of cum, she took it all in, keeping some suction and
tonguing going as my eruption continued.  I kept up the fuck, moving in and
out of her mouth, but I made sure to keep it soft and slow, enjoying the
simple feel of a woman sucking on my cock, even getting off on hearing her
swallow my cum when it became too much for her mouth to hold.

   I had been afraid Sherry would just spit it out or not even let me cum
in her mouth.  As she swallowed my final spurts of jism down, one hand
holding my now empty balls, her lips kissing my softening cock, I knew I
would never be happy with another woman.  I slid off the counter and down
to the floor, pulling my hips away and kneeling before Sherry, giving her
cum-crusted lips a kiss and saying  -�My god but that was wonderful. -�

   I wanted to tell Sherry that she was great at giving blowjobs and could
make a living off of just that, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth
shut.  I was stupid enough to tell Jennie once that she was so good at
sucking cock that she could make a living just blowing the boys at school.
She didn -(TM)t disagree, but she didn -(TM)t talk to me for the rest of
the day either.

   Sherry was shaking, gulping for air in soft gasps, but she noticed my
own weakened condition and asked if I was alright.   -�Taylor.  You -(TM)re
shaking, and it looks like you were crying.  Did I hurt you?  Are you okay?
-�

   I almost laughed, but I instead let myself voice my true feelings.  I
took her soft head of hair in my hands and kissed her again, a soft kiss to
her lips, and pulled her into an embrace.   -�Sherry, that was the most
wonderful thing any woman has ever done for me.  All I want now is to take
you back to your bed and make love to you.  Can we do that?  More than
anything I need you now. -�

   Seriously, my cock was just starting to soften from the skills of Sherry
-(TM)s lips and tongue, but my balls still had a large reserve stored up
from too many days and nights without Jennie.  As I held Sherry in my arms,
I had no doubt that I was ready for another couple of hours in bed with
her. I was hopeful, and for a second I saw a look in her eyes that gave
promise of her own desire, but instead she shook her head and said, 
-�Taylor.  We -(TM)ve got to talk. -�

   Damn.  Just the words no man ever wants to hear.  Those words can only
promise headache, heartache, and a very frustrated cock.  Not quite so bad
this time, but I still didn -(TM)t want to hear it.  Sherry stood in front
of me, seeming to forget that her skirt had been unfastened and remained on
the floor, her hips rising from her heels and bringing her thin
panty-covered crotch even with my eyes.  I leaned in to give her upper
thigh a kiss, my hand rising to massage her ass, but Sherry pushed my head
away and bent down to pull up her skirt.  She coughed, took a quick drink
of water, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me half-naked and
wondering what was going on.

   Back on the couch in the front room Sherry was all business.   -�Taylor,
I -(TM)m really worried about Jennie.  I know you told me to talk with her,
ask about what she was doing, but she just doesn -(TM)t want to talk about
it.  She just rolls her eyes when I talk about you, so I guess you two
really aren -(TM)t an item any more.  I -(TM)m really sorry about that. -�

   Sherry reached out to hold my hand and squeeze it, looking sad and
serious and all.  I did my best to pretend I was sad as well, hiding the
fact that my mind was still reliving the fantastic blowjob Sherry had just
given me in the kitchen only five minutes before.  I squeezed her hand back
and nodded and Sherry continued.

    -�But no matter how I ask she just won -(TM)t tell me anything about
who else she -(TM)s been seeing.  Nothing about her friend Sami or any boy
she might be seeing at school.  Can you tell me any more?  I mean, she
-(TM)s my little girl and I had been hoping you would keep her in line, but
that doesn -(TM)t seem to have worked.  I know you -(TM)re reluctant to
give up any private information about her, but come onTaylor.  She -(TM)s
just fifteen for god -(TM)s sake.  Can -(TM)t you tell me anything? -�

   I paused and thought through my possible answers, finally going with no
answer at all.  Even with visions appearing before me of Troy pounding
himself into Jennie -(TM)s open legs, I took a deep breath and said,  -�I
don -(TM)t know who she -(TM)s seeing.  Not for certain anyway.  I don
-(TM)t know of any of the guys at school, though most everybody there still
thinks we -(TM)re a couple.  I -(TM)m glad you care enough to care Sherry.
I think it -(TM)d be great if Jennie would open up to you, but nowadays she
won -(TM)t even talk to me. -�

   I thought I -(TM)d said that just right, saying nothing without actually
lying to Sherry, but then she dropped a big fat boulder on me.   -�Do you
know if she -(TM)s been seeing any older men?  I mean older than you,
perhaps middle aged men? -�

   That made my face redden, like hot red, so hot I knew how red I must
look to Sherry and she took that as a yes.   -�And you knew?  And didn
-(TM)t tell me?  Taylor, you know she -(TM)s only fifteen.  What are you
thinking? -�

    -�That it -(TM)s her business. -� Sherry pulled her hand away, even
leaned back and away from me, but I kept going.   -�Yeah, I know that makes
me sound like an uncaring jerk, but the more I -(TM)ve tried to pry and
tell Jennie what was best for her, the more she didn -(TM)t listen.  I can
only tell you that the guy (no sense in telling Sherry that Jennie had a
lot more than one older man on her tail) she -(TM)s seeing cares for her
and that she -(TM)s happy at what -(TM)s going on.  There doesn -(TM)t seem
to be any drugs or coercion or anything like that.  She seems happy, maybe
happier than when she was with me.  Best advice I can give is keep showing
her you care, keep asking questions, and maybe she -(TM)ll come around. -�

   This didn -(TM)t make Sherry happy at all and she pushed back.  
-�Letting my daughter go out with some old man really isn -(TM)t an option
Taylor. -�

    -�What else can you do?  Send her off to live with her father? -�

   Sherry reacted as though I had just slapped her.  Her face reddened and
she seemed to lose her ability to breathe, her eyes glazing over for a
moment before she found the means to answer.   -�No.  I won -(TM)t do that.
Why would you even say that? -�

    -�I wish I could say more Sherry.  I still care for Jennie, still worry
about her, and I promise that if I know any more, I -(TM)ll tell you. -� I
paused for a second before adding,  -�I might tell her first, you know, to
warn her that you and I are talking about her, but I promise I -(TM)ll come
back and fill you in. -� Then Sherry dropped another rock on me.

    -�I saw her with a man, an older man, riding a motorcycle last week. 
She was on the back, no helmet or anything.  Rode right past me.  No doubt
it was her, and the guy looked pretty old.  How is this possible Taylor? 
How did this happen? -�

   I had visions of Bob riding Jennie around town, me being more than a
little pissed thinking that Jennie had gone back to him even after the way
he treated her.  I shook my head and just stuck to my story without giving
up any more details.   -�I don -(TM)t know.  She -(TM)s mentioned that a
guy she knows rides a motorcycle, but I thought that was over.  Did you ask
her about it?  What did Jennie say? -�

    -�Nothing.  I don -(TM)t get anything from her.  The more I ask or
threaten, the more quiet she becomes, after slamming her door in my face of
course. -�

   Much to my displeasure we finally parted.  I promised to try to talk
with Jennie, Sherry treating me as though I was just a guidance counselor
at Jennie -(TM)s school.  As I walked home, I felt torn a hundred ways,
totally unsure of what I should tell Sherry about her daughter while being
completely unable to understand how Sherry could be kissing my cock one
minute and pretending I meant nothing to her the next.  I of course cared
about Jennie, but Sherry remained my principal thought for the rest of the
day.

   No surprise I spent the next five minutes jacking off into the sink then
another ten minutes thinking up a text that would catch Jennie -(TM)s eyes.
I even tried to call and then message, but nothing.  Then I texted Sherry,
keeping it simple and short and vague and open ended, letting her know how
wonderful it was to have spent the afternoon with her.  Nothing.  But while
I was washing the dinner dishes my phone let me know a text had come in. 
It was Sherry:  -�Thank you Taylor.  You mean a lot to me. -� That was it,
but it was enough.  I almost ran over and took Sherry in my arms, but I
chose to play it cool, sending nothing in reply and instead reading the
last book I would ever have to read for a school book report.  I had a
great sleep that night but had to relieve myself into the sink again the
next morning, unsure of anything the future held for me.