Chapter Eleven - The Prelude to the Gangbang
A typical guy thing, especially at that age, embarrassed that I was sitting there naked in front of my friends, other than with my shirt off or in the shower, after gym class in school, they had never seen me naked. Preserving some of my modesty, I grabbed a pillow and held it in lap, while I sat in the chair across from Kathleen. To be honest, I don't think my friends would have noticed I was naked. Too focused on Kathleen's hot, naked body, with none of us having ever seen a naked woman for such a prolonged period of time, their eyes were glued to her.
Usurping me, by her calling over my friends, and by my friends peeping on us from the park, they and she had robbed me of telling my friends the best damn, sexual story that any of us ever had to tell. Now, maybe even better, soon all of us will have an endless supply of stories to tell and memories to remember. Being the first to have sex with Kathleen, fucking her and eating her pussy, was way better than any down blouse and/or up skirt story that any of my friends had to tell. Having her suck my cock was way better than any story Steven told about seeing his big sister stepping out of the shower naked, better than any story that Joey told about his naked mother and all the down blouses he thought he saw in the supermarket, and better than any story that Anthony told about seeing Maryanne naked.
Only, with our innocence forever lost by this experience that we were about to embark upon now, we'd never sit in the shed in Slide Park and talk about naked sisters, down blouses, up skirts, and the accidental nudity of neighbors. Who am I kidding? Even after we fucked and were sucked by Kathleen, some things never change. Until the day we all die, voyeurs until the end, we'd always talk about all the tits we saw, the asses we thought we saw, and the pussies we hoped to see.
First and without doubt, jumping from virgin to swinger, this group sex experience would certainly supersede my first sexual experience with Kathleen, with her as my sexual education teacher. Now so much more sexually sophisticated than when we first spied on her climbing the cemetery fence to flash us her panties, after what Kathleen was about to do with us, we'd all be men of the world and, even though we'd still be voyeurs, we'd be way beyond sneaking a peek of a woman's bra and panty. Actually, now that I think about it, no man is ever beyond looking at a woman's exposed bra and panty.
Still, even though we'd look, no doubt, even though we'd hope to see all that we'd imagined we'd see, nonetheless, after experiencing Kathleen, the sexual excitement that we once had and shared about seeing a down blouse and/or up skirt view was now officially over. With our innocence lost, our sexual excitement to masturbate multiple times a day was over, that is, until later in life, such as now, when we aren't having as much sex, as we were having back then. There'd be no need to masturbate, when we all had someone like Kathleen living in our neighborhood. Cougar woman, meet virginal men. Virginal men, meet cougar woman. There couldn't be a better sexual match than this.
Wishing I could turn back the clock but keep the sexual knowledge that I have now, along with the innocence that I had then, maybe Kathleen would have kept me around, as her long-term lover than just casting me aside for my four, horny friends. Who knows? I'll never know. Now, instead of telling the story of the sex that I just had for someone else to write about it, the shell of the testosterone filled man that I once was, I'm relegated to writing erotic literature and pornographic sex stories to publish as E-books.
We were all men now, after having seen Kathleen naked. Yet, what happened today was ten times better than the time that Stephen walked in on his older sister naked, better than the stories that Joey told about his mother and all of his down blouses and up skirts, and even better than the story that Anthony told about seeing Maryanne naked. A sexual memory, our sexual story, much like the story of the fisherman that caught the big fish that grows bigger, every time he tells his story, we'd never forget, what happened today. We'd have this memory for the rest of our lives. Never would we be the same, so sexually and emotionally unsophisticated, what happened today would change our lives forever.
"Does anyone have a cigarette? I need a cigarette," she said looking up at my friends staring at her with eyes wide and mouth open.
With everyone smoking back then, not armed with the evidence that cigarettes caused cancer, all four of my friends reached in their pockets for their smokes and lighters, while never removing their eyes from Kathleen's nakedness. Always working out in a gym punching a bag, sparring, and/or lifting weights, I was the only one of the bunch, who didn't smoke. Ralph was the first to give her a cigarette and light it for her. It's funny the little things that I remember and never forget. With none of us having any money, they were all cheap about sharing their cigarettes, back then. Yet, when naked Kathleen asked for a smoke, they'd give her our whole packs without complaint.
"Thank you," she said, while holding Ralph's shaking hand in hers to hold his hand steady enough to light her cigarette.
She turned away from them to look out her window and slowly blew a big puff of pale blue smoke in the air, while clicking her jaw to make four circles with the smoke, as if each little circle was her own personal lasso to rope my friends. With all of us being roundup and so tightly tied together, she was so smooth that we didn't even know we were being roped into being innocent participants in her sexual rodeo. Nonetheless, even if we knew she was using us for her own sexual needs, we wouldn't care. With no place we'd rather be, there's nothing we'd rather do than to have sex with Kathleen.
Acting as if she didn't know she was sitting there naked, she knew exactly what she was doing to drive us mad with desire for her. Acting as if she didn't know what she was doing to us, as we discovered later, it was obvious that she had played this game before with others. Too sexually excited to care, no doubt, especially later, we all knew what she was doing to us. She was turning us into her personal pride of wild cougar cubs, while helping to mature us all into men.
I've never seen anyone blow circles before with cigarette smoke. I guess I lived a pretty sheltered life up to that point. Never having seen a naked woman other than my mother and sister, I never had sex, until I met Kathleen. Even so much as thinking that all cats were female and all dogs were male, I didn't realize what she meant by asking me, if my friends could help her around the house. While waiting for her to sexually command us, we watched her mindlessly blowing circles with her cigarette smoke, as if none of us were even there.
Speechless and nervous, all the guys just stared at her naked body. She looked away from Ralph, Anthony, Joey and Stephen, while continuing to mindlessly blow circles with her expended cigarette smoke. Then, finally, when she returned her attention back to my four friends, she looked from Ralph to Anthony to Joey and Stephen. She gave them a long lustful stare with her bright, blue eyes. before letting out a tired sigh. As if they had all been hypnotized, as if she was in complete control of them and she was, I'll never forget that moment and the contented look of in control she had on her face, while sitting there naked and looking at my friends. Unable to stop myself from not imagining otherwise, with her being so damn sexy and so damn beautiful, she was my personal version of Maureen O'Hara.
"Did you enjoy my little naked show?" After casting her bait with her strip tease show, after hooking them on the line with her sitting there naked, she reeled them in, while looking from one to the other and smiling. "Did you like watching me touch myself?" As if she was Madonna performing on stage, she dropped her fingers to her pussy. "Have you ever seen a woman touch herself? Have you ever seen a woman masturbate? Have any of you seen a naked woman?" She let out a laugh, when none of them responded to any of her questions.
"I did," said Stephen. "I saw my sister, when she came out of the shower and I walked in on her. Only, she doesn't look anything like you naked. My sister is short and fat and not tall and stacked like you."
They all nodded their heads, while smiling and giggling like little girls. Joey's face was red with embarrassment and Stephen looked down on the floor most of the time, as if he was embarrassed, too. Staring more at her tits than at her face, Ralph and Anthony never removed their eyes from her nakedness. I watched their eyes move from her tits to her pussy and from her tits to her pussy, before focusing on her tits. I wanted to tell them that if they took a step backward, they could better see both her tits and her pussy at the same time. Yet, I don't think they would have heard me.
