by S. Wolf
He pulled into the next driveway, which belonged to a young couple who went out every Saturday night. And by the looks of their dark house, tonight wasn’t an exception.
When he turned off the car, the girl lifted her head and moved her body up over him, straddling his waist with her breasts in his face. Before he could wonder again if this was a dream, she shifted and a grasping tightness slid down over his cock, encasing him in its snug wet warmth. It was too much pleasure, and his head arched back and he groaned loudly, firing bolts of hot cum deep into her.
Once again he stayed hard, and she continued to ride him. When they finished, her eyes focused on something behind him, and she grinned again. He turned to look, and saw what she was staring it.
It was the glowing screen from the drive-in across the street. One more target of his mother’s displeasure. She had gone to the town council multiple times, claiming the drive-in was showing smut in public, and she was being forced to watch it. Of course, her opinion of what smut was included any movie that showed people kissing, so the council politely listened to her complaints and sent her on her way.
The girl stared at the screen, as if fascinated by it. She pulled herself off his half hard cock and moved to her door, dripping a trail of their mixed fluids across his cloth seat. She opened the door, got out, and walked towards the drive-in without looking back.
He got out and called after her. “Hey, you want to go out sometime?”
But she ignored him and kept walking.
He shrugged and started towards to his house. Halfway across it occurred to him he now had something to write to Penthouse about, and his grin widened.
Entering the house, he heard voices from the living room. Someone was blathering on about the town’s drug store, and how they refused to stop selling adult magazines, despite various boycotts from the group.
Mervyn crept into the darkened dining room, where the night’s refreshments were laid out on the table in front of him, waiting for the meeting to end. There was a fruit salad tray and several platters of hors d’oeuvres surrounding a large punch bowl. Picking up a piece of cheese, he nibbled on it as he looked into the lighted living room, where he recognized the speaker. It was Mrs. Wharton, his old Sunday School teacher.
Most of his memories of her class consisted of him sitting in the front seat listening to her drone on about the sin of lust. Which was ironic, because the primary source of his lust at that moment was her. She had been in her mid-twenties at the time, with a smoking body that she couldn’t hide, even with the conservative clothes she wore. She would be talking to the class about the dangers of lusting with the heart, and he would be mentally undressing her, imagining what she looked like when she was fucking her husband. He would watch her lips and wonder what they looked like wrapped around a stiff cock.
Sometimes she would glance down at him, and it was as if she could read his mind. The color would rise in her cheeks and she would become flustered, losing her spot in the lesson. She would excuse herself from the room, and return composed a few minutes later, refusing to look at him for the rest of the class.
That had been fifteen years ago, but she still looked damn good. Even after three kids, her body still had those curves he used to admire in class.
Looking at her here, he could feel that old desire rising in him, and his cock stiffened. It was still damp from being inside the girl, and he began to stroke it.
She had moved on to a new topic, railing against the new sex education classes the high school had implemented. She told the group there was a rally planned for next month at the school board meeting.
Mervyn’s hand moved up and down his cock. He now knew it paled in comparison to the real thing, but it would have to do for the moment. Using his practiced skills, he focused on Mrs. Wharton, removing her clothes with his mind, imagining what she looked like lying back on the bed, with her legs spread wide as her husband pistoned into her. Did she make a lot of noise when she had a cock in her cunt? Or was she quiet because she didn’t want the kids to hear, squeaking out her orgasms in muffled grunts like he had to do when his mother was home?
His hand moved faster, and he could feel the rising tension in his balls. He didn’t think he had ever been this horny. He had come three times with the girl and his cock was harder than ever. Thoughts swirled in his mind, and he found it hard to concentrate, as if a fuzzy net of lust had dropped over his brain.
He looked at the woman again, wanting to watch her face as he came, imagining it was him between her legs instead of her husband. In his mind, he was fucking her hard, slamming his hips into her and watching her large breasts bounce on her chest from each thrust.
The cum was churning in his balls and his hand became a blur. The woman’s lips kept moving but he no longer heard what she was saying. A ball of pleasure coalesced into a tight knot in his groin before exploding in a hot rush. Sperm raced up his shaft and spurted in jets from the tip, flying into the air in graceful arcs.
A large glob landed in the punch bowl with a soft plunk, and another few splashed across the fruit salad, painting the grapes and strawberries with a clear glaze. The final spurt landed in the ranch dip, as if drawn together by their similar color and consistency.
Mervyn’s eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure ebbed out of him, his body giving one final shudder as the last of the dribbling semen ran down his hand. He turned and walked out of the room, wanting to get upstairs and start writing his letter to Penthouse.
Chapter 13
Emma and Josh walked to the concession stand hand in hand, following Amber and Billy doing the same. At the stand, the men’s and ladies’ bathrooms were on opposite sides, so they agreed to split up and meet at the food line.
Josh and Billy headed around the corner, and ran into a line that led to the door of the men’s room.
“That’s weird,” Billy said, “there’s never a line here.”
Josh looked at the beginning of the line. A few guys stood by the door, as if guarding it. Some of the guys in line smiled and joked, giving each other high fives.
“Let’s go see what’s going on,” he said, and Billy followed behind. They walked up to the door, and some of the guys in line shouted to them.
“Wait your turn!”
“Get in line!”
Josh ignored them and went to the guys near the door. He recognized the two boys as Gary and Ross, juniors from his study hall.
“What’s going on?” he asked the pair.
They grinned at him. “You’ll never believe it,” Gary said, “but some babe is in there giving out blowjobs.”
Alarm bells went off in Josh’s head. “Who is she?”
“I dunno,” Ross replied, “Some goth chick.”
Josh stepped up to the pair. “Let me through.”
“No way dude. Wait your turn.”
Billy stepped up beside Josh. “Get the fuck out of the way.”
The guards looked at the two older teens and decided they were going to lose this battle, and stepped aside to allow them through.
“Don’t let anyone else in,” Josh said as he stepped inside. The room was clear except for a guy standing inside the open door of a stall, facing inward. A girl’s bare legs were visible under the wall of the stall. The guy groaned and rocked his hips.
“Yeah baby,” he murmured, “that feels good.”
Josh strode over and grabbed the guy by his shoulders, pulling him out of the stall and pushing him towards the door. The guy’s erect penis flopped up and down as he struggled to regain his balance.
“What the fuck is your problem man?” the kid asked.
Billy stepped between him and Josh. “Get out.”
Billy had about six inches of height on the kid. He looked up at Billy, paused, then stuffed his dick back in his pants, zipped up, and headed out the door.
Josh went to the stall and looked in. Sure enough, it was Carly. She was still nude, sitting on the toilet grinning up at him.
“I want to suck you,” she said. Several trickles of cum were running down her chin.
Billy appeared beside Josh, and looked in at the girl. He shook his head and said, “Fuck! What is wrong with you?”
She grinned at him, leaned back on the toilet, and lifted and spread her legs so one foot was up on the toilet paper roll, and the other pressed against the opposite wall of the stall.
“Fuck me,” she said.
The two boys couldn’t help but stare down at her exposed bald pussy. Josh looked at it with a puzzled expression. Something seemed odd. Then he saw what it was. Her inner lips were inflamed and a bright swollen pink, sticking out from between her outer labia. There was a trail of dried blood running down the crack of her ass. It looked like she had been fucking a splintered fence post.
Billy whispered to him. “I think I’m going to vomit.”
“Carly,” Josh said, “do you know who I am?”
She turned her head to him. There was no recognition. Only that fucked up grin.
Josh reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “I’m calling the police.”
As he dialed the number and waited for an answer, Carly stared a Billy. Her legs were still up and she was licking her lips, as if to entice him. He looked back at her as if she was a gory accident on the side of the road that he couldn’t tear his eyes from. There was disgust in his expression, but also fascination.
She played with herself, her fingers between her slit moving in a jerky circle, creating an obscene wet sound. She stared at Billy the whole time.
“Falls City Police Department, what’s your emergency?” a male voice said.
Josh was happy to hear it wasn’t Mrs. Greenbower again. “Hello, we have an emergency at the Breezy Hill Drive-in.”
“What’s the emergency?”
Even though it wasn’t Mrs. Greenbower, Josh decided not to mention Carly’s nakedness. “This girl is having some kind of drug overdose or something. She’s really freaking out. You better get here quick.”
“Where’s the girl now?”
“She’s in a stall in the men’s bathroom.”
“Is she conscious?”
“Yes, but she’s hallucinating or something.”
“Do you know CPR?”
Josh looked down at the grinning girl. Her hand was still fluttering over her swollen cunt, and a line of drool was running down from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the semen on her chin.
“Yeah, but that’s not going to happen.”
“The police and ambulance are on their way. Can you stay with her until they arrive?”
“Sure.”
Josh closed the phone and said, “They’re on their way. The girls are probably wondering where we are. Do you want to go let them know what’s going on, or should I?”
Billy was still staring at Carly.
Josh pushed his friend on the shoulder. “Hey, did you hear me?”
Billy shook his head, as if he was shaking himself out of a dream. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure, I’ll go find them.” He took one last glimpse at Carly and left.
Josh watched him go and turned back to the girl. He was surprised to see she had moved off the toilet and was now kneeling in front of him, reaching for his crotch.
“Whoa,” he said, taking a step back, “No thank you.”
She stood and took a step toward him. “Fuck me.”
He backed into the middle of the room, staying between her and the door. “Carly, please calm down. They’ll be here soon to help you.”
She came towards him. He backed up further.
“Stay away from me.”
She grinned and kept coming. When she got close, he reached out to her shoulders and gently pushed her backwards. She paused and stepped forward again. He pushed her back again. Once again she came at him. When he went to push her again, she surprised him by stepping into him hard, placing her hands on his chest and shoving him back against the wall. His head hit the tiles and the pain blurred his vision. Suddenly she was on him, her hands encircling his waist and pulling herself into him, her mouth reaching up for his, her lips open and moving. Her breath smelled like rancid meat and his stomach churned.
Instinctively, his hands shot out and his palms struck her hard on the top slopes of her breasts. She flew backwards, lost her balance, and sprawled out on the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry Carly. Are you ok?”
But instead of being hurt, she laid on her back, grinning up at him as she pulled her legs up and out, holding them with her hands behind her knees as she opened herself to his gaze. Once again, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to her exposed cunt, now spread obscenely wide and glistening with wetness. He could see flecks of blood lining her inner walls. His stomach heaved again.
He noticed her clit ring was gone, and a small tear of flesh was at the top of her labia where it had been, oozing a trace of blood. The need to puke became stronger.
In the distance, he heard the wail of a siren. She must have heard it too, because she stood and moved towards the door. He tried to block her path, but she pushed him hard again and walked by. As she emerged outside, a cheer went up from the crowd that had gathered around the men’s room.
He quickly followed her, but she was already walking through the crowd, who parted to allow her through.
“Someone stop her,” he yelled. “She’s sick and needs help.”
But everyone watched stunned as the naked girl walked through their midst. Some thought about grabbing her, but the crazy look in her eyes prevented them from actually doing it.
He considered going after her himself, but the thought of her touching him again made his skin crawl. As she disappeared into the woods surrounding the drive-in, he heard a voice from beside him.
“Josh, are you ok?”
He turned to see a concerned Emma looking at him, and right behind her were Amber and Billy with their arms around each other.
“I’m fine,” he replied. “Did you see her?”
She nodded. “Billy told us what was going on in there. What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know. Earlier I thought it might have been drugs, but now I’m not so sure. She doesn’t seem like she’s there anymore. All she wants is sex. And it looks like she’s been having it. A lot of it.” He and Billy exchanged glances.
“Josh?” The feminine voice came from behind him.
He turned and was shocked to see Haley standing there. She brushed her long dark hair away from her face, and inhaled deeply, making her already large breasts appear bigger.
“Haley? I didn’t know you were here.”
She smiled. “I do have a life you know.”
“Yeah, ok.”
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Something’s wrong with Carly Zanderson. She’s sick or something.”
“All this excitement over Carly? Is she here with you?”
“No,” he replied, refusing to answer her unasked question.
He felt Emma begin to sidle away from him, and without looking, he reached out and took hold of her hand, keeping her next to him.
Haley saw the gesture and frowned, her eyes appraising Emma and obviously not liking what she was seeing.
“Yeah,” Haley said, “I’m here with Ronny.” She turned, as if expecting Ronny to be right behind her. When she saw he wasn’t, she peered back in the crowd and motioned with her hand, “Ronny, get over here!”
Ronny came forward reluctantly, and Josh saw why. It was the kid he had peeled off of Carly in the stall. He looked at Josh sheepishly, his expression imploring him not to say anything.
The kid stuck his hand out to Josh but he ignored it. Instead, his eyes focused on Ronny’s face, and he wondered if he was imagining a redness around his eyes. A small knot of fear twisted in his stomach.
Haley interpreted his refusal to shake hands as jealousy, and smiled.
“Josh, you don’t have to be rude. Ronny and I are just friends. Isn’t that right Ronny?�
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Ronny stuck his hand in his pocket and said, “Yeah, just friends.” He seemed to be distracted.
Josh made his decision. Turning to Haley, he said, “Whatever your plans are with this guy, don’t let him touch you.”
Haley smiled wide. “Why Josh, I didn’t think you still cared.”
“Haley, listen carefully to me. Something is wrong with Carly, and this guy was with her in the bathroom. I don’t know if what she has is contagious, but he’s beginning to look weird too. Stay away from him.”
All she heard was the part about him being in the bathroom with Carly. She wheeled on him and said, “You were with her?”
“I, I, I was helping her. She was stuck in the stall and I was helping her out.”
Haley turned to Josh, her eyes questioning.
“He had his dick in her mouth,” he said quietly.
Billy chimed in. “I saw it too.”
Haley spun back toward Ronny. “You fucking asshole!”
The kid got a weird grin on his face. “At least she isn’t frigid like you.” He turned to Josh. “How’d you date this for so long? She’s nothing but a fucking prick tease.”
Josh took a step towards him. “Shut the fuck up. At least she’s not taking advantage of sick girls in the men’s room.”
He half-expected Ronny to take a swing at him for that comment, but the kid just stood there grinning with his hands in his pockets.
Emma squeezed his hand. When he looked at her, she motioned with her eyes down to Ronny’s crotch. Josh looked, and saw a large bulge pressing out the front of his pants. Haley saw it too.
“You fucking psycho!” she yelled, “Get the fuck away from me.”
He continued grinning and said, “I think I’ll go try to find Carly.”
With that, he turned and lumbered off in the direction of the woods.
Suddenly an ambulance pulled into the lot, followed closely behind by a police car. They both skidded to a stop in front of the concession stand.
The two-man EMT crew jumped out of he van and hurried to the men’s room.