BD's Story Chapters 7 and 8
Prologue Written by Stan
It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submission by anyone else until day we got together at the end.
BD's wife Ellen had come with him but she was off by herself at the other end of the house with a full set of the stories which she was reading to herself.
When we gathered for the reading we put names in a hat and drew them out one at a time to determine the order of reading. As the editor and one of the authors, I claimed the right to go last. Connie, Robbie and Patti had read us their stories, it was BD's turn next.
As Patti finished her story all eyes were on me, even Robbie who had been affectionately hanging on my arm with her head on my shoulder, sat up and looked at me.
"What can I say, I'm a jerk, the king of missed opportunities," I muttered while hanging my head.
I had read and re-read what Patti had written many times before. I remember a time when there was a shift in the relationship between us from fuck buddy to lover. But was there a time when we were a couple? The start of our relationship was so strange, I must not have realized how the relationship was developing. From forty years distance I can say that it is really a pain in the ass to have been a 21 year old male, as most women have no doubt observed. As a young man I was so interested in getting laid as often as possible I couldn't even see that Patti was falling in love. What an idiot I was.
As I was once again beating myself up over all these thoughts, Patti came to me, sat on my lap and gave me a sizzling hot kiss, than reached between my legs and gave me a love squeeze. Without a word she went back and sat down next to Connie and put her arm around her. WTF?
It is definitely possible that I'm not one damn bit more skilled about understanding the signals that women send to me now that I was 40 years ago.
It was BD's turn to go next.
Chapter 7 BD's Story
My name is Richard Biggs, it didn't occur to my mother that anyone would ever find anything funny in the name she gave me. I grew up on a farm, all the people I knew were farmers. Farm boys and girls who deal with farm animals come to an understanding of the facts of life at an early age. I wasn't very old when other boys were calling me Dick Biggs, and then Big Dick, fortunately the nickname morphed into BD and that is what everyone has called me for most of my life. When I was younger the girls all knew what the initials stood for and they usually thought I was called that because I was well hung, not simply a shortening of my nickname. By the time I was out high school I had a dick big enough to justify the name.
When Stan called to talk about the writing project I decided it was time to tell all, too many secrets have been kept for too long. I've kept a few secrets over the years, I'm not ashamed of that, but the story needs to be told. But first I want to tell my version of the story about the college girls.
I was about 22 or 23 years old and had been working out of the area on a construction crew. I came home on weekends to help out on the farm. After a long week working and hard day farming, some other guys and I were hanging at the town park on a Saturday night. We had a few cases of beer iced down. I remember that the town marshal had stopped by and chatted with us. Nobody got excited about some farm boys drinking beer on a Saturday night back then. He didn't check IDs because he knew some of the guys were not legal drinking age. He just reminded us not to get too loud, pick up the trash, and be careful driving home.
A couple girls from the college came by. That wasn't unusual, but it got the guys excited because we all knew that there was a pretty good chance that somebody was going to get some pussy when the college girls came to our Saturday night beer bash. A guy named George and I started talking to the girls, they each drank a beer with us and things started to get a little physical. I was sitting on a bench and a little girl named Patti was standing between my legs with her tits in my face. The other girl was Connie and she was sitting on George's lap and kissing him. When I suggested that we should go for a drive they had no objection. I got in the back seat with Patti, Connie and George got into the front seat and we drove over to a lake on the other side of the park.
By the time we got to the parking spot beside the lake in about five minutes we were mostly undressed, Patti was kissing me and rubbing my dick while I was handling her tits. Even for a college girl she was fast and easy. She had my dick in her mouth in no time at all, that wasn't something the farm girls I had known would do in the first hour after they met a man. I got her on her back, slid my dick in her wet pussy and went to town on her. I could tell she liked it and I know I did, she was yelling in my ear, telling me to fuck her harder, begging me to cum in her pussy. I didn't need to be asked twice and I unloaded inside her.
We watched and listened to the couple in the front seat as Connie got her pussy filled just a minute or so later. Ten minutes later we dropped them off at the college dorm, went back down to the park for another beer, and hoped for more college pussy to stop by.
The very next Saturday night at about the same time, Connie and Patti showed up again. George wasn't there at the time and I was hoping to take both of them for a drive to the other side of the lake. Patti walked straight up to me and said "Connie wants to go with you tonight." Connie gave me a sexy smile and Patti walked over to talk with some other girls nearby.
We hung out at the park for a while, she didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry to get screwed as Patti had been the week before. It wasn't long before the conversation got sexy. I asked her how she liked getting fucked by George last week. She told me he was too fast and she wished it had lasted longer. I made note of that and planned to give her a good long and hard ride tonight. I suggested we go for a ride, but she said she wanted another beer first. I wasn't sure if she was thinking of backing out or just trying to get her courage up. She was about half through with the beer when she sat it down on the picnic table and said "let's do it now." Five minutes later we were parked in my truck on the other side of the lake. We didn't rush as much as we did the week before, but it wasn't long before she was unbuttoning my shirt and I was pulling off her pants.
With her clothes off, Connie was a skinny and bony little girl. She looked like she needed some farm cooking to fatten her up. She had a tiny little ass and her legs were so skinny that there was a gap between them just below her pussy. I remember thinking that she didn't look big enough to handle my dick. She was a good cocksucker and she stroked me with her bony little hands enough to have me ready to squirt in just minutes. She must have known that she had me close because she backed off and slowed down.
After a little make out time, she laid back across the seat with one leg up on the dash and the other leg over the seatback. We didn't speak a word, but I fully understood what she wanted. I moved up between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy. She was wet, but it was a tight fit. I pumped part way in and out for several minutes before I finally got almost all the way inside her. At about the time I bottomed out, she wrapped her legs around me and we went for a ride. Once I got rolling we were fucking hard and fast, but I didn't immediately feel myself about to cum. I pounded into her pretty good and she was taking all I could give her. She moved her legs so that one ankle was over each of my shoulders and the feel inside her pussy was entirely different, but still really good. I was getting deeper in her, my balls were slapping her ass with each stroke and I could feel the cum about to explode. When I shot off inside of her I was grunting and wailing like a stud horse in breeding season.