"...What?..." I said back, confused.
"Did you fuck Jessica in the ass tonight?"
"...Yeah..."
"Mmmmmm," she gave it another sniff, this time closing her eyes. "That's so fucking hot." She gave it a lick. "I love the way Jessica's ass tastes. I swear she farts enchanted fairy dust!" She buried my cock in her throat and fucked me with it, bobbing hard and fast.
"Have you tasted Jessica's ass before?"
"Mmhmm!" She replied happily while sucking my dick.
"Oh!" I replied.
Clearly the fact that my cock had just been up some other chick's ass was more of a selling point for her than a deterrent. Works for me! Unlike Jessica, this young lady whose name I didn't quite get, just used the tight, white t-shirt she was wearing as a bib for all the saliva spilling out of her mouth. She didn't give a fuck who knew she was sucking cock in the bathroom. I was probably only one of many she had sucked off and swallowed that night and that was fine with me. The important part was, she made me cum. And she swallowed most of it (that which did not end up on her shirt).
Meanwhile, Delilah was elsewhere, also getting her fuck on with two guys between cars somewhere. She had a cock in her ass and an ass in her face. Don't worry about her, she'll be fine. Let's get back to me.
Before the summer was over, I'd run through several different women. I definitely ass-fucked Jessica a few more times. And Brittney. And Christina. And so forth. All the town's hussies and all the town's whores wanted the dick and then wanted some more. I learned a lot about women, sex and relationships over the next three months. And I learned where I stood on a lot of things. If nothing else, I knew that if I was going to get another girlfriend, she had to be a freak like me - down for weird, gross sex. Until then, I was everybody's dick!
In late October, I met a girl at a Halloween party in my hometown. I was dressed as Dead Dolemite and she was dressed in hooker lingerie and zombie makeup. The first thing to catch my eye was a thick, perfectly shaped, black thigh wrapped in a lacy red stocking that only went 3/4 up. There was about 6 inches of space between where her miniskirt ended and her stockings started. And then, 4 inches or so down from there, is where her red plastic boots started. The room was too dark, I had to back up to get a better look. And when I took in the sight, I could barely believe my eyes.
The miniskirt only covered enough ass and pussy that I could clearly tell she was not wearing underwear. Fuck yeah! A lacy, red tank top clung onto her long, thick torso (which it covered less than half of) and breasts (which it covered less than half of). And finally, beneath a coat of ghoulish, gory face paint, fake blood and a fake train spike through the head, I could see big, brown eyes, booming cheekbones, thick lips and a fearless, seductive smile. She had long, curly hair, most of which was black, but with certain parts dyed red to match her costume. Her slightly chubby black arms were mostly covered by red, plastic gloves.
Ok, who the fuck was this and where the fuck did she come from? I had never seen her before and now I had to have her.
"What are you supposed to be?" I asked.
She hunched her shoulders with a confident smirk and said, "A dead slut". The look she was giving me shouted, "I know you want me," but at the same time, I could tell she was taken aback by the dead pimp standing before her.
The mere fact that she chose this as her costume must have meant that we had something deep in common. Not only were we both standing there dressed as a dead pimp and a dead prostitute but she looked literally perfect. Everything from her natural physical beauty to what she chose to wear to her hair to her skin tone was perfect. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I was sprung.
We started talking and it turned out we had a lot in common. Aside from horror movies, obnoxious music and talking shit about everyone in existence, we shared a love for porn and we shared a lot of weird sex stories with one another that night. The fact that she was so uninhibited about talking about sex was a major turn-on for me. And I didn't care how many guys she had been with. Now that I had fucked half my graduating class, I could talk to a sexually experienced woman as a peer rather than as a jealous, clueless little boy.
Her name was Tina. Right off the bat, Tina was one of the most exotic looking young women I had ever seen in my hometown, which, although it was a melting pot of many cultures, was mainly white.
She had a dark sense of humor, a bizarre imagination, a foul mouth and a dirty mind, just like me. Unlike me, however, she was making the kind of life decisions that set a young person on the path to a successful life, whereas I was selling weed and helping people move. Somehow, my alarming lack of direction in life didn't deter her from me. The fact that I worked at all and aspired to one day leave my parents house and my hometown may have set me apart from the other guys where we lived. That, along with the fact that I was kind, funny, caring, respectful and, most importantly, possessed a 10-inch penis which had recently become the subject of local folklore, probably increased her interest enough to forgive my poor decision making and obvious loser traits.
We had sex that night at the party and then I got her number. We met up for ice cream two days later, took her back to my place and had sex again. We met up and fucked almost everyday for two weeks, at which point, I was finished with other women and only wanted Tina.
By the time the holidays rolled around, Tina and I were an official romantic item, attempting to have the mythical perfect monogamous romantic relationship. Meeting her parents was crazy. Her mom was a short Cuban woman. Tina looked almost identical to her mother, except her mother had olive skin, brown hair and blue eyes. Tina got her complexion from her father, a tall, handsome, fit, Egyptian dude. I was 19, Tina was 20 and her parents were both in their early 50's. They were an abnormally good-looking and genuinely happy couple that radiated sexual energy. In fact, the whole vibe was such that, they had just finished having sex and after the conversation was over, they would probably be going back for more.
When she met my family, it went pretty much how I had predicted. My mom and sisters were all ready to like her just because she wasn't Delilah. They were all a little guarded at first but she won my mom over as soon as she said, "My main goal in life is to help people. I have aspirations to be a social worker in some capacity or another."
My mom said, "You had me at 'aspirations'."
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And it would be about a year before I would see or hear from Delilah.
