It wasn't my idea, but you didn't have to twist my arm to get me to go along with it. My neighbor, Maria, brought over a coupla video tapes and told me she had a problem. The first tape was of one of the popular talk shows hosted by a man-hating red-headed bitch with some fucked up glasses. Anyway, this talk-bitch was trying to act all tough with the first to "out of control" teens. The third girl to go on the show was Maria's daughter, Stacy.
Now, I admit Stacy is a gorgeous girl, and didn't mind flaunting it everywhere. Short skirts, tight half shirts, no bra, you know the kind. On the show, she admitted to the dyke-host that she drank, smoked, and had had sex with two guys at one time. Now, in my circles, that wasn't shit. As the show progressed, beaver-eating red-head sent the girls to "boot camp". Big fucking deal, a couple of days of bad food and push-ups.
The second tape was a "reunion" show where the fucked up kids from the first show went back and told how they were doing. Only two of the kids weren't scared straight, and of course, Stacy was one of them. This time she said she had gotten "banged" by three guys from school for money this time.
The audience was booing, her nipples were hard, and I was starting to get a woody. Her mom turned to me and with pleading eyes ( a sappy look that women get when the don't want to take my cock in their ass ) asked me to help her straighten out Stacy.
I know, why the hell would she pick me to help her? Simple. I'm the neighborhood degenerate. I've done a couple of short times in county for minor infractions of laws designed to stifle my creative approach to having a good time. And my in-line hockey team did win the city title (by TKO according to the paper) and the next year was denied entry into the league. And a couple of times a month I have a party at my house where there are many Harleys, more kegs, and very little clothing on many of the female guests.
And the kicker. In my senior year of high school, when my victory at the state tourney gave our school the state championship, I fucked the shit (literally) out of the sophomore homecoming (or homecumming as the case turns out) princess. I fucked her twice (taking her cherry the first time) in the pussy, but she came so many times, she got all loose and sloppy. I have a fairly impressive slab, but I just couldn't feel the sides any more. So I fucked her ass. It was a first for both of us. At first she screamed a lot, but the more I pumped, the more into it she got. By the time I was ready to blow, there was a little blood and a lot of her shit all over my cock. When it was all over, I took her cheerleader's sweater and wiped off my cock. I know, cold shit, but fuck it, she was just a sophomore.
"Just what do you want me to do?" I asked her "She's only eightteen and I could get into a lot of trouble. Were you thinking I would romance her then fuck the shit out of her?"
"Why not, you did it to me!" She was looking worried like I wasn't gonna do it and maybe tell someone about the fucked up shit this bitch wanted to do to her daughter.
"Yeah but you were a cheerleader and I was a wrestling hero. You were expected to get fucked by me."
"The fucking and taking my cherry I could handle, but hell, you made me cum so many times, I got hooked on it. For three years I fucked anything harder than Jell-O and bigger than a pencil. Even pregnant I fucked 'em by the bus load." She kind of ran out of steam at that point. Then quietly she came back in with "I just don't want her to go through the same shit. I want her to hate wild sex. You know."
A pretty big ego boost for me, but my brain didn't have a clue as to what to say.
After a long pause, it was Maria who spoke up. "just don't hurt her permanently."
With that she picked up the two videos and left. I finally said something as I heard the door shut. "Fuck this, I need a beer." Not exactly Winston Churchill.
At the end of the week, I'm getting ready for another party. I was in my truck taking an even dozen kegs to my house, when who should I see walking down the street but Suzy.
She was wearing some Daisy Duke's that flaunted most of her ass and even showed that there was no hair on her lips. I thought to myself "Hmm, sparse or shaved?" (deep, huh) then "Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to fuck her over. I'll find out then!"
"Hey Stacy" I called out the window as I slowed down beside her. "You gotta be eighteen lookin' that good, ain't ya?"
"Uh, sure. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, why?"
"Well, I'm having a party at my place. You know, beer, booze, babes. If ya want, your invited."
"No shit" I'm invited to one of YOUR parties? What time?"
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth "Shit, you can hop in and we'll get a head start on the drinkin?"
In minutes we were at my house and she helped unload by holding the doors as I carried (yes, I am that big) the kegs to the back porch where the tubs were waiting. She rode with me to the store for ice to fill the rest of the tubs and keep the beer cold. Then I tapped them and poured some for Stacy and me.
By the time she was on her third, I had my arm around her and was kissing around her ear and caressing her perfect C cup tits. She was in a hurry to show me how growed up she was, so she pulled down my zipper and started to give me a blow job. Now, I'd give her and 10 for enthusiasm, but a 3 for technique. But what could I expect, she was used to high school boys that probably shot their load at the mere site of a nipple. Stacy never had time to practice.
After a few minutes Stacy received a tap on her shoulder. Since both of my hands were on her tits, she pulled her head of mine and looked to see what was going on.
A damn fine looking brunette had been watching for a few minutes and was now ready to start school. The funny thing is, Tammy does teach third grade a few blocks away.
"Now, now, hunny. There's a lot more to a blow job than just sliding your head up and down his dick. Watch carefully. Watch the way I use my hand on the base to control the speed and keep from having to take it all the way to my pancreas. Watch the way I use my tongue from time to time and the way I pause to lick and suck his nuts." At that point she started giving me a first rate blow job.
"Oh, my God. You're Ms. Kepler, my third grade teacher!" Stacy cried out when she got passed the shock of what was going on around her. She stood up and looked around and saw that there were about a dozen people so far, all of them standing around watching her blow me, Tammy's first lesson, and me grinning like a politician at a maternity ward.
I had mentioned my "conversation" with Maria to several of my friends and one of them yelled out "Is this the one you were talking about?"
