CHAPTER 1
The house appeared in darkness when high school senior Grant Baker, a month after his eighteenth birthday, came home early from hanging out with his pals because a beefy unsmiling new cop had waddled out of his car and yelled, "You jerks out of here or I'll sort a couple of you out?"
"Fuck off back to your cave fat ass."
"Go suck the dick of your chief," yelled another upcoming high school graduate.
"You little cocksuckers I'll bang your heads together to expose empty brain cavities," screamed the cop, running back to the police car but rattled the handle uselessly because his buddy had locked it, going across the street to grab two coffees.
Meanwhile five of the seven young guys had fled the city square in all directions so that when the red-faced cop looked around to run down and batter them with his night-stick the square was empty of 18-year-old 'cocksuckers' who'd displayed alarming and utter disrespect for a sworn officer of the city's Police Department.
The fuming and defamed cop yelled to the driver, "Jerry get your ass over here pronto, we have arrests to make."
Jerry slid into his seat and handed the sealed coffee cup to Fergus. "Okay location, description and numbers?"
Grant and his best friend Phil were close enough, looking over the hood of a parked car, to hear the cops yelling.
"How could I get descriptions when it was dark? There were about twenty of them, guys aged twenty to twenty-four, drunken workmen I should think. "On of them yelled our Chief was a cocksucker."
"Is he?"
"How the hell would I know? I've only been with you guys two days and haven't met him."
"Well we'll zip down McClure with the siren going and back up Settler's and they ought to show them we mean business. Are you sure they weren't high school seniors. The Chief approves of them congregating in the square where it's easier for us to keep an eye on the motherfuckers."
"Guys twenty to twenty-four I said."
"Right, let's hit it."
The cops roared off, siren screaming.
Grant and Phil were rolling on the sidewalk laughing. A skinny broad in a tight skirt came up to them and kicked Phil.
"Christ that hurt," he yelled.
"Oh stop you whining kid. Do you kids have fifty bucks between you? You can take turns over fifteen minutes but it's unlikely either of you will last five minutes."
"Fuck off Mrs Walton. We don't want Mr Walton coming after us."
"Christ darling, he's almost in a wheelchair."
Grant was thinking of asking for a free one. "My mom says I'll be a disgrace to the family if I ever stoop to pay for sex Mr Walton."
"Well I know your mom Grant, a real nice woman. Now she'd give you a nice one and not charge you."
"You are evil Mrs Walton, that's what you are."
"Fuck off home kids and don't be here at nights unless you have a wad of money."
The guys walked off, diverting down Main because they knew the route those cops had taken looking for heads to bash.
"Have you ever fucked your mom Grant?"
"Hell no. Dad would kill me."
"Only if he found out."
Grant said he supposed Phil had fucked his mom.
Phil sniggered and said no but he'd fucked his older sister.
"Jesus. Didn't she drop you into big shit by telling her mom?"
"Nah, she wants to get experience and not going to college finds it difficult to find guys who'll do it with her because they are mostly chasing older skirt or are not attracted to her she says because she's skinny and her tits are taking a long time to really grow."
"What was it like?"
"Like jerking off but only better. The bitch slapped me because I dribbled my stuff over her skirt. She wouldn't let me shoot inside her."
"Why not?"
"Dunno. A guy can't give his sister a baby can he?"
Grant said he wasn't sure but he'd think spunk wouldn't know the difference between a sister and a girlfriend.
Reaching home and finding the house in darkness, Grant remembered it was his parents' bowling night. His youngest sister was away on a sleepover but his older sister should be home. He then saw the glow of TV though a gap in the curtains and wondered why she didn't have the lamp on.
Grant entered the room and was about to call asking Penny did she want the light on when he saw from behind she was sprawled low on the sofa, nude, with her legs straight out and she was whacking herself off.
Jesus.
Grant licked his lips and thought if Phil could fuck his sister so could he. He unlaced his sneakers and crept around, noticing she was watching two filthy sluts licking each other's tits and sucking each other's tongue. Yuck. He was almost upon her when she screamed, "Jesus!" And then seeing who it was said, "Oh it's only you."
"Here let me finish you off."
"Get away from me asshole."
"Aw Penny, give a guy a break."
"Why?"
"Because I need experience."
"How many times have you done it?"
"Three but the only decent one was Eileen Shanks."
"Christ Grant, she better be. She's twenty-three or twenty-four. How the hell did you get into her pants?"
"Trevor Rigg had a party two weeks ago and she was the only female out on the lawn with a group of us. Some negotiation went on and she told us to line up and she'd give us all a go."
"The filthy bitch," Penny giggled. "Okay but are your fingers clean?"
"I want to lick you."
"Wow well okay but you should use a couple of fingers are well."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. Do it my way or don't do it at all."
Grant followed her instructions until she yelled to remove his face and he just got clear in time.
When her panting subsided he asked could he fuck her.
"No definitely not."
"Aw I'll have to ask mom to give me experience."
"What? God she'd have a fit. Don't dare do that Grant because she'd be so wild she'd be on a witch hunt to find out about our involvement in sex and she'll probably lock us in our bedrooms at night."
"You have lovely tits and a great cunt if I may say so Penny."
"Thanks, women like being told nice things like that in the caring way you just said that. How does my pussy compare with Eileen Shanks?"
"Dunno. I was one of the last and there was cum everyone and just a wide hole."
"Um I get the picture thank you."
"Penny let my fuck you. I'll swear I'm never fucked you or licked you if she should ever come to us on the warpath."
"I really don't know. How big is your dick?"
Grant dropped his pants and pulled down his shorts.
"Christ that's even bigger than dad's."
"How is it you know that?"
"I-I um I've seen him fucking mom out at the pool a couple of times."
"Wow are they any good?"
"Mom did most of the work, riding cowgirl."
"What's that?"
"Oh never mind. I'd really like that big piece in me Grant. So do you promise to always deny you've had any sexual involvement if mom and dad ever ask?"
"Yeah."
"I mean it Grant."
"Believe me baby I would be in deep shit myself if I confessed."
"Don't call me baby; coming from you that sounds obscene."
"Then what do I call you?"
"Penny."
"Oh."
"Can I shoot inside you?"
"Yes mom's had me on the pill since I turned fifteen."
"Golly how many guys have you had inside you?"
"For fuck sake Grant, shut up and shove it in before I change my mind."
Grant thought it best not to tell her she was wider inside than Eileen Shanks and much drier and she didn't pump her ass back at him like Eileen had done. She also refused to allow him to suck her tits initially but in the end relented, complaining she was tiring, and when he realized she was feeding a tit into his mouth he blew wad after wad into her big time.
"Jesus Grant, you ejaculate like a man rather than and 18-year-old," Penny said, toweling the mess streaming from her.
"Can we do this every night now that we are in the rhythm of it?"
"No and remember once of anything never makes a rhythm Grant. God what do they teach at that school these days?"
"How was I?"
Penny bit her lip and Grant prepared for the worst.
"Actually you were quite amazing. I'll talk to my girlfriends about you wishing to get experience and you might get lucky."