Gender: Male Age: 33 Location: USA
|Introduction: Charlie finally acquires a group of friends and sees his life change|
Time for Part V! Since I’ve been getting a lot of comments, I’ll take this time to address some criticisms and questions:
1) No, I have ZERO INTENTION of having this story follow along with the “Perks of Being a Wallflower” book at all. I borrowed three elements from the Book: the title, the main character’s name and the writing device of using letters, or in my case, wildly cosmic journal entries. This is not intended to be a parody, fan fiction, or anything of the sort. Besides, there are two personal facts to consider for this decision: first, I think Fanfic is gay, and two, I think “Rocky Horror Picture Show,” a main aspect of the book, is VERY VERY GAY. Can’t stand the shit. That being said, I really did love the book, the movie adaptation, and will readily admit I stroked a few off to Sam, both the book and movie versions! And, I just heard that Emma Watson will be playing the lead role in the move version of "50 Shades of Grey" ... yeah, I just came HARD.
2) Comments in general --- I love the comments, especially the positive ones! I’d love it if you would be specific about your favorite parts as I am bullshitting all this right off the top of my head. Who knows, you might play a part in where I take this story next if I think it stays true to the characters! But I love it even more when you loyalists fire back at negative commenters. Makes me think I have my own personal army!
3) I am being very careful to balance this story with a purely fantasy premise but inject him into a realistic place with realistic people. I don’t think I’ve done a good job of that so far, as I’ve made it a lot about cock hungry lasses. But that is my ultimate intention
OK, that about covers it. Time for the show!
November 1, 1994
It’s far too easy to become a depressed, angsty teen. Because after everything that happened last week, impaling Meredith and Jill like I did, it meant jack squat because here I sit, early morning the night after Halloween, and I didn’t get invited to a single Halloween party.
I kind of figured that the Meredith/Jill thing would open up a whole new world to me, giving me access to another world of chicks who would find out about my big cock and want to sample it for their very own. But alas, it never came to be. While I became more widely known for my cock than anything else, it’s not like it opened up ANY doors. Not a single one. Not a single girl barking up my tree asking about it, giving me come hither looks and drooling in my general direction.
Then it occurred to me WHY I’m not getting any play – I’m still a nerd nobody.
But I have something to my advantage. First, I’m going to play baseball, and that can only help. Girls have a weakness for guys in that uniform. And second, it just now occurred to me that I can tell the fucking future!
I guess it just took me a while to realize this. But I know everything about what’s going to happen. I know the Oklahoma City bombing is going to happen next year. I know Clinton is going to get his ass handed to him in the elections in a couple days. And I know the upcoming trends. I know which bands are GOING to make it. I can be at the cutting edge of everything.
Tomorrow, I plan on beginning my transformation.
Until then, Love Always,
November 3, 1994
I just came back from the mall after asking my mom for $100. So I went shopping for band shirts and CDs, and though it didn’t get me too far, the self-titled “Weezer” album, Green Day’s “Dookie” and good for me, I already owned the cassette tape for “The Downward Spiral” by Nine Inch Nails and “Superunknown” by Soundgarden. That pretty much covered all my favorite stuff of the year.
Then I had to adjust my look. I opted to go for that Green Day-ish 90’s punk look. I dyed my hair blonde, got three or four band t-shirts, and spent my last $20 on shit from Goodwill.
Now, I’m fully aware that the guys that dress like this aren’t exactly “popular.” But here’s my rationale.
Number one, I was always an “alternative” kind of guy. I dig that music, I was always counter-culture in everything I did, and though I never fully belonged to any “group”, it was easier to fit in with them than any other group, including the guys on the baseball team.
Two, I know the guys on the baseball team actually don’t give a shit about anything but baseball. Social wise, they’re probably the most accepting of any of the jocks, so they’ll ignore or tolerate the fact that I’ve gone all alternative.
And then there’s third – I needed to target Niki Lorrie. Niki was about a year away from beginning to hang out with the group I always labeled as the “popular skaters.” She did this while playing softball on the side and eventually moving on from cheerleading. It was funny --- she was part of a group that proudly referred to themselves as “The Ex Cheerleaders,” or cheerleaders who were on the squad… until they came to the age of reason. But Niki kind of played with both groups --- the alternative guys and the ballplayers.
But my overall focus – make friends with GUYS. The girls will come once I attach myself to some group through a few dudes.
So Monday, I plan on arriving to school with my new outfit --- my dyed blonde hair, my Green Day shirt and torn jeans. I hope it’s not too much of a departure from my previous wardrobe, which was pretty much T-shirts, Kurt Cobain flannels and torn jeans. So it shouldn’t cause alarm. Later, I plan on some piercings, which I was too much of a pussy to get my first time around in life.
I also put a request to get back into graphic arts next semester. My plan --- make an endless stream of hipster T-shirts that really set me apart.
So, let the games begin!
November 6, 1994
As the country readies itself for the “Republican Revolution” tonight, I am already noticing my plan working.
First, I realized I hadn’t been putting out the most effort with the guys on the baseball team, so I joined them for the first time for offseason conditioning. I was worried that it would be weird because I was such a weakling and never lifted weights, but they were really cool about it. They’re completely okay with me going slow and working my way up. Because, by helping me, they help the team. They said I already have pretty good tools at the plate, and my bat speed is one of the best on the team. If I could get some actual muscle behind it, then who knows what is possible!
Then, there was making friends with the popular skaters. That was going to be a bit trickier. Because, they were all very anti-jock. Just like the “ex-cheerleaders”, a lot of them were ex-football players. Fuck that, I was going to play baseball and there was nothing anybody could say about it.
But I did have two of them in my history class, Aaron Patrick and Greg Krowkowski, so when the class had to break off for a group project, I asked to be in Aaron and Greg’s group. They readily accepted, since we were the only weirdoes in class dressed like the weirdoes we were.
Each group had a decade to do, and ours was the 1920s, and that was an era I loved and knew like the back of my hand. So I really didn’t mind being the guy that kind of did most of the project, so I made the deal with them that if I came up with the ideas, they’d actually put together the poster board and all that. I educated each of them with something to talk about, and since Aaron was an ex-football player, he was at least interested in the rise of the NFL in 1921 and would talk about that. Greg was a music geek so I told him about the rise of jazz and how it was “the devil’s music” according to the parents of that time.
And I would take literature and baseball. And we’d all talk about the mob.
Since there was no such thing as “Boardwalk Empire” yet, I suggested we dress up in suave ass suits, looking like mobsters, and tell the Nucky Thompson story.
They didn’t want to do the outfit thing so much, but since Pulp Fiction had just come out, I told them we could play it like badasses and use some lines from the movie and they dug that. Though I told them I wanted to perform Ezekiel 23:17. I told them we’d hit Goodwill one day and buy some suits.
We have plans in the coming days to get together and work on the project at each other’s houses, and I think it will be a good deal.
Until then, Love Always,
December 30, 1994
I’m sorry I haven’t written in such a long time, but I’ve just been so busy with stuff --- and busy with friends!
After our group project, Aaron, Greg and I began hanging out a lot more. We realized we were into the same things and, let’s be honest, our presentation kind of created the things of legend.
First off, we dressed as much like Pulp Fiction as we could. Black suits with shirts and black ties. Greg’s hair was already dark and long so he was Vincent Vega. I found myself an afro wig at Goodwill so I was Jules Winnfield. And thankfully, Aaron was shameless, so he was Mia Wallace. That was fucking hilarious seeing him in a Mia Wallace blouse.
We decided to talk about only a few things and act out a few special scenes. So Aaron talked about the decade in sports and Babe Ruth and all that, then we started with literature. I talked about literature and Hemingway and Fitzgerald, how they lived in Paris and all that and how Hemingway loved bullfighting. Then we led into jazz and how they influenced the writers and artists.
Then we broke out into dance. Greg as Vincent Vega danced with Aaron as Mia Wallace, just as they did in the movie and it was the funniest damn thing. Then I talked about the mob and prohibition and how the killing was rampant. I told the story of Nucky Thompson and the rise of organized crime and Al Capone and all that. Then we acted out a mob killing scene, claiming that cornered men would often be greeted with a cold-hearted speech before they were shot. So I grabbed a gun, aimed it at Greg, who was cowering in the corner, while Aaron stood by. And I whipped out my speech:
“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”
And then Aaron pressed play on a boom box that had the Pulp Fiction theme song synched up. And I shot at Greg. End of presentation.
Our classmates loved it and everybody thought it was awesome.
So the notoriety immediately raised all of our social profiles. Two girls in particular started hanging out with us.
The first was Jessica Bregar. “JB” as we called her soon grew up to be a trashy, fat thing. But at this age, she was still pretty hot. She hadn’t gotten fat yet, but she was a bit wide-hipped, still with a flat stomach. But it was in the 10th grade that her tits really filled out before the rest of her body caught up. So she now had her hair dyed punk rock blonde, was about 5’8” and 160, with solid pair of D or maybe DD tits. Her eyes were big and brown and her most prominent feature was her mouth. She had full, pink lips and a wide smile. And she cussed like a fucking sailor. She was pretty bad ass.
The second girl was Dominique Lozello. Dominique was a fucking knockout who I had first met in 9th grade, also in that biology class I met Niki (there were so many hot girls in that class). Dominique wasn’t my total cup of tea back then because she was Hispanic, and I just liked white girls better (yeah, call me racist). But she had a crazy good body. She was about 5’1” and was petite and skinny. But she also brought a great rack to the party, probably a small C-cup or a large B that looked fucking huge on her tiny frame.
When I first met her, I know she gave me every opportunity to be friends with her, but that was my first time around high school and I was too shy to do anything about it. When I was her lab partner, she talked to me about her boyfriend, boys that liked her, when her boyfriend dumped her, asked me what girls I liked and what I looked for in girls. Looking back, I think she might have liked me and I was too thick and scared to notice.
Toward the end of 9th grade, I remember she showed up to class once in an outfit that fucking blew my mind. She was wearing a brown denim jacket, which covered what I could only explain as a bra. I mean, seriously. It was a red and black plaid thing that wore like a tube top, reaching only under her breasts, but definitely having cups like a bra. I never saw what was under the jacket, so I assume it was a spaghetti strap thing or something. But her entire flat, six-packed cheerleader stomach was exposed. And her fucking cleavage was spilling out all over the top. I damn near got a full boner the second after laying eyes on it.
The outfit was such a scandal, as not only did her parents allow her out of the house like that, she was ordered home after second hour to dress in something less distracting. But I was lucky enough to lay eyes on it before it got replaced.
Now, Dominique was definitely a proud “Ex-Cheerleader,” as well as an ex softball player, leaving that world behind to become full-blown alt-rock. She had gotten piercings, both in her nose and the top of her ears, and began wearing black band T-shirts all the time and torn jeans. But unlike most girls that took on this wardrobe choice, her preferred get-up was usually to tie the shirts in a knot at the bottom 80’s style and show off that fucking picture perfect stomach.
As of now, there’s been a lot of flirting, but nothing has happened yet. The last girl, or should I say, girls, I had been with were still Meredith and Jill. Aaron and Greg, as well as JB and Dominique, each had heard about it. I didn’t bring it up myself. They had heard at least two facts: that I had had sex with two girls at once and that I was hung - ridiculously hung.
We would all get on the subjects of sex, as 15-year-olds normally do, and I’d talk about my experiences, and talk about Amanda and Meredith and Jill. Aaron was still a virgin and Greg had been with one girl he had dated his freshman year. And between the three of us guys, we were still feeling out the intentions of Jessica and Dominique – and couldn’t get a straight answer from either of them if they were virgins or not. Jessica would probably have either of the three of us that asked. Dominique was a bit trickier. She knew she was hot, and to be honest, she was kind of a bitch. She kind of reminded me of Jennifer Lopez – very full of herself, very knowledgeable about the fact that EVERY guy wanted to fuck her, and it meant she had carte blanche to be bitchy to get her way whenever she wanted.
How I wanted to just fuck the shit out of her to turn her personality inside out!
The closest I got with either of them was when JB was hanging out with all of us at lunch one day. We went outside and hung out on the grass in front of the school, and while I was sitting down, she laid her head in my lap and used by thighs as a pillow in a very casual manner. I kind of froze up, but just rolled with it.
She kept looking up at me from time to time while we were talking, and then I decided to make the move to run my fingers through her short, curly dyed blonde hair. She closed her eyes as I did that and I swear I heard a few very soft moans.
It was enough to set me off as my cock began to grown and snake down my leg. It wasn’t long until my cock grew to and past her ear, and she felt it move and pulsate. She smiled and looked up at me. And being the casual girl she is, she just fucking grabbed it. In front of everybody! She pinched it twice and even stroked it for a pump.
“Well well, the legend about Big Chuck is fucking true, huh?” I just laughed it off, but never really pushed the issue. I figured she could just come to me. It’s always hotter that way anyway.
Problem was, I’M FUCKING HORNY! It’s been like two months since I got laid. I figured I have to do something soon.
Tomorrow, though, I will be going to my first high school party on New Year’s Eve, if you can believe it. Dominique’s parents are letting us have a party at her house for us and several people from school. Should be a great time as not only will Jessica and Dominique be there, but so will some other girls! Dominique’s parents will be hiding in the basement so we should be able to do whatever we want upstairs. I’m excited!
January 1, 1995
I so went about this whole high school thing all wrong my first time around!
The New Year’s Party was a rousing success and I’m fully confident now that my reputation is complete.
To start things off, I actually got my older brother to agree to buy us some vodka so we could spike the punch. That really got the party going as I think as I think about half of us were fucking gone within an hour.
Then there were the fucking girls that showed up. Dominique got so many “ex cheerleaders” to show up that the place became a fucking pussy buffet.
First, I can start off with one participant at the party: Amanda Geary. Yes, she had been doing her own thing since breaking up with me, and I was very surprised to see her. But she was apparently friends with Dominique, and she loved to fucking party, so here she was.
And she showed up without a date.
One girl that I was surprised to see that I never thought I’d see again was Jocelyn Hillsboro. Jocelyn was an alt-rock goddess. I met her last year in my art class and fell immediately in love. She was ahead of her times, really embracing the alternative rock, grunge look before anybody at my school did, anyway. At least among the freshmen. And she was freakishly tall, about 6’3”, and carried around what looked like small boobs on her frame but were at probably a large B or maybe a C. Her curves and slimness were average, but she had a flat stomach and shoulder length brown hair. Her cutest attribute is that she always wore a flower in her hair like a hippy.
But she moved away or disappeared or something after freshman year. And now she was back. Turned out she moved about 30 miles away, and now, since she was 16 now and could drive, she decided to come back for this party.
And then my heart dropped when I saw that Niki Lorrie showed up. She looked so fucking good --- she was built almost exactly like Dominique, but with a little less abs and a little more tits. Today, she was dressed nothing like she did at school. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap shirt that said “Girl” on it, and the top had a V-neck, showing off those wonderful titties quite well. I just loved her and her Drew Barrymore looks, and I hoped I could make a move at the party.
So, again, we were already on our way to getting our drunk on. And Dominique was pretty nervous. She didn’t like the idea of having drink kids in her house while her parents were downstairs. But as is the case at things like this, it gets out of control and everybody practically was drinking the punch. I abstained – mostly – since I wanted to be alert.
We soon descended into games and the game of choice, since teenagers have no creativity, was spin the bottle.
I had played spin the bottle once in my life, and it was back in 8th grade. My neighbors were being babysat by the girl across the street, who was 15 and named Leela, and for all intents and purposes, she was a slut. She would babysit my friend Darrick, who was a year younger then me, and his two younger sisters, Neveah and Emily. But when she did babysit, we would all just come over and play. But I usually had no fun because she was a huge bitch to me, would pick on me and would go out of her way to be mean to me.
Anyway, one day we’re hanging out, doing our normal video games, playing football in the street thing, when it got dark and all of us kids got together in the living room. Somebody had the idea to play spin the bottle… I don’t remember whose idea it was, but the creepy thing was it might have been Leela’s.
Anyway, the group of us playing was a strange crew. There was me, my friend, who was 12, another friend who was 14 but was very ill (he had to get kidney dialysis every night) so he wasn’t a typical kid, Darrick’s sister Neveah, who was 10, and his youngest sister Emily, who had just turned 9. So needless to say, sex wasn’t exactly at the forefront of our minds. Or so I thought.
For me, it ended before it even began. The whole prospect scared the shit out of me. I came up with an excuse to leave, and I would hear the stories about what went down that night forever.
First of all, Leela, who was blonde with a nice healthy C-Cup rack, got naked. And everybody saw Neveah’s freshly sprouted breasts, who even though she was 10, was already wearing a training bra. And Darrick tried to convince me that Leela sucked his dick that night. But I never believed him.
And so there I was, taking a second crack at a Spin the Bottle game. The game has two different varieties, one where you simply spin and the person it lands on takes off an article of clothing. The other is the kissing version. But we were fif-fucking-teen and this was a middle school game. So we decided to do both – the person who spun kisses the person it lands on, boy or girl, and the person it lands on loses an article of clothing.
So these rules got everybody pretty nervous. But I was all over this shit. It was obvious I wasn’t worried about showing what I was hiding. Of the 20 or so people at this party, only 10 took part. It was me, Aaron and Greg, Amanda, Jessica, Dominique, Jocelyn, and thank God, Niki. There were also two other guys I didn’t know, one of which was Niki’s boyfriend, presumably, a blonde, All-American Tom Brady looking motherfucker named Rob who was a senior at Jefferson High across town. The other dude was a dude everybody called “Turtle” and he was about 5’1” and a little shrimpy thing.
So we started the game, and we started slow. People would take off socks for starters to prolong it, and I saw way too many dudes kissing other dudes. When it got to Niki’s turn, I got nervous. I wanted it to so desperately land on me, but alas, it landed on Rob, and they kissed all passionate and knowingly and it was enough to make you throw up.
Then the weirdness really began. During the next seven turns, four times it landed on me! And of course, the first three times, it was dudes that spun on me. Turtle, Greg and Aaron each had to peck me on the lips and I lost three articles of clothing. I lost each sock and then my shirt. Amanda let out an “owwwww” when I did that, as I have been actually getting muscle since I’d been working out with the baseball team. And for now, I was the most naked one there as nobody had more than socks off.
The fourth time it landed on me, it was Amanda. And that was fun.
“Off with the pants, stud,” she commanded me, and that started the first moment that set this party off. I was wearing boxer briefs tonight, and I stood up, and unzipped. The wide-eyed look everybody gave me was fucking priceless. To see my cock, which was about 7 inches long flaccid, and my kiwi-sized balls all shoved into my underwear was a ridiculous sight. I looked closest at Niki to gauge her reaction – and I could tell she was impressed. Rob laughed.
“Dude, why the fuck did you have to stuff socks down there? You look like a retard!” He was from another school and he didn’t know any better. A lot of the people in this circle knew this about me and weren’t surprised. The subject always made Aaron and Greg pretty nervous since they couldn’t measure up, and I knew Jessica was enthralled by it. I never got much of a read from Dominique until this moment, but looking at her now, she more seemed intrigued than anything. And Amanda --- well she knew extra well about it.
“Trust me, that thing is fucking real.” Then she smiled up at me with a sexy as fuck come-hither smile that made my cock hop. “Get the fuck over here and kiss me.”
I went over to Amanda and our kiss was really passionate and lasted a loooong time. Probably a solid minute. It was kind of like our reunion. And needless to say, I got pretty hard during that kiss. Hard enough that my cock stuck out the bottom of my underwear, displaying my thick, bulbous cock head. When I pulled back from the kiss, everybody looked down.
“Whooooaaaa!” everybody exclaimed in unison in a too-much-information tone. Everybody else at the party that wasn’t playing looked in our direction and their eyes did certainly pop out of their heads.
“Okay, I think that means this game is over,” Dominique said. Everybody laughed and began to protest, but it was true – this little scene was creating quite the uncomfortable tension. “We might break out into a full blown orgy if this keeps up!” I wasn’t quite sure how to react honestly. People seemed intrigued, shy, disgusted, and curious about the 400-pound gorilla in the room – all at the same time.
And the best part? That fuck-nut Rob was just shocked and had no idea what to say. You can tell his self-confidence was crushed. Especially since Niki couldn’t take her eyes off of my crotch.
I quietly put my clothes back on as the game broke up. I was pretty nervous and self-conscious after that and nobody was really talking to me – except Amanda of course.
“Forget about these people,” she told me. “We should get out of here.”
I wasn’t sure how to react to her actually propositioning me, especially after how things ended between us. But fuck it – after all this display during the night, I was horny as fuck!
Amanda grabbed me by the hand and walked over to Dominique. “Sweetheart, I normally wouldn’t ask, but do you have a room we could borrow?”
Dominique got a pained look on her face, looked at me and she tried to talk to me with her eyes. I got the feeling she was saying “Seriously? With her?” Dominique knew the entire back story with Amanda. And she figured I was about to go down a rabbit hole.
“Sure. Whatever.” I really didn’t know how to take that statement. Her words seemed dismissive and she seemed hurt, and if I didn’t know better, I thought Dominique liked me and took my apparent decision to hook up with Amanda as a personal attack. “There’s a guest bedroom over there.” And she walked off. Amanda smiled up at me and practically ran to the room.
She closed the door behind us and she immediately kissed me hard and began pawing at the button on my pants.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fucking wanted this!” she told me. I thought about still communicating the hurt feelings I still had, but I figured I’d bite my tongue and let this thing happen. Amanda was such a tight piece of ass, I craved getting a piece of her again.
She parted from our kiss and as her auburn hair bounced, she looked at me with her giant, glistening brown eyes full of lust, lightly biting her own lip, and made a show of dropping to her knees. I couldn’t control my smile.
“Yeah, you know what’s fucking coming, don’t you?” I wanted to have fun with her.
“No, I don’t. Maybe you should tell me?” She smiled even wider.
“First, I’m going to rub this fucking gigantic ass cock of yours. And kiss it. And lick it.” As she said it, she fished it out of its cage and started acting out what she said she’d do to it. She giggled. “Holy shit, babe. I totally forgot how big it is.” She grabbed it by its head and lifted it up, admiring it from my giant balls at the base all the way up. “You realize you ruined me for all other guys, right?”
I just smiled and she gave me a flirty, squinty-eyed look. “Mmmm, I’ve made you all cocky, huh?” She giggled, “COCK-Y!”
“Why don’t quit all this fucking babbling and tell me what you were going to do to me?”
“Oh my god, you’re so bad! OK, I’m going to take this humongous cock,” she said, grabbing the shaft, “then I’m going to lick it,” as she stuck her tongue out and made contact with it. God, the feeling was exquisite, especially after two months.
“…Then I’m going to stick this fucking thing down my throat.” Then she full on attacked it, getting three to four inches in as she began to lube it up for the upcoming deep throat.
Then I began thinking evil. I decided I was going to abuse her. Use her as my fuck toy. I was always a pretty sensitive lover. The most violent I got was when I pretended I was a sex-crazed asshole. But I was always focused on the girl. It was just how I was wired.
But not today. I took my cock out of her mouth and commanded to her, “I want you stand up and get naked for me. Take your clothes off. And make a fucking show of it.”
She smiled as she was really getting into this. “Well, as you wish, master.”
Amanda was wearing one of those tight body suits I loved, this one a long-sleeved, hot pink, black and gray plaid, which clung to her tits so well. And it was a V-neck, so her cleavage was always evident. Her jeans were tight as fuck and showed off every curve of her ass. She unbuttoned her jeans first since her body suit buttoned at the crotch, and revealed her olive tinted legs and the hints of her black, lacy underwear. After that, she went into full stripper mode, shaking her hips and humping the air, gyrating that ass toward me.
“Mmmm, you fucking like this you horny bastard?” I just said nothing, acting more like a guy at a strip club, staying silent and just looking at her – albeit with my hardening cock out.
She unbuttoned the base of her body suit and began to lift it up. And the little fucking minx did make a show of it. She teased so much, lifting the top up over her stomach and showing off her navel, then back down again. Then up to the base of her tits, revealing the very bottom of a black bra, then back down again. I grabbed my cock and began stroking slowly.
“Mmmmm, that’s right. Grab that fucking cock.” She talked so goddamn dirty.
She finally lifted her top and revealed her bra and those fucking tits. Those fucking perfect tits that I missed so badly. I let out a short moan.
“You missed my fucking tits, didn’t you, you big-dicked asshole?” I nodded and let my bedroom eyes set in as I looked at her. She continued to lift her top, this time taking it off completely to reveal her matching black lace bra that was slightly see-through, the hint of her areola and nipples sticking through. She moved her hands back to her body, first both hands moving down to her panty-clad crotch, and then back up her midsection to cup her tits. Then she busted out laughing, covering her face.
“God, I feel so fucking ridiculous,” she said.
“I think you’re so fucking hot, it’s ridiculous,” I said. At that, her bedroom eyes set in and she moved toward me. Without a word, she lifted my shirt, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
“Holy shit, I can't believed how ripped you're becoming. You got me so wet looking at you when we were playing spin the bottle," she said as she rubbed her hands across my body. “You’ve really been fucking working out, haven’t you?” I had a little more definition on my body. I didn’t think it was much, but apparently it was noticeable. Real noticeable. “You have fucking pecs now. And do I see a six-pack starting?” I just smiled and beamed. I was always a bit of a fat bastard in my former life. Then I changed my look to a steely gaze. “Get on the bed and lay on your back,” I commanded. She did love getting bossed around so she happily acquiesced.
“No, not fucking like that!” I yelled at her. I didn’t like her position, even though her panty-clad pussy was aimed toward me. “Turn around and hang your head off the bed and stay on your back.” She shrugged, not knowing what I had in store for her. She got in position, and I grabbed my cock. “Open up!”
She laughed. “What are you going to do?”
“I said, open the fuck up!” She got a little scared and opened up. But I could tell she liked where this was going. I stuck my cock in her open mouth and wasted no time trying to jam it down her throat. I used to throat fuck my wife a lot (correction: I used to pretend my cock was long enough to even reach the opening of her throat, but I at least went through the motions). Of course, now, it was a different story. I had an entirely different meat stick I was trying to maneuver down a tiny passageway.
She fought it for a few seconds and I felt her teeth graze the shit out of my cock, but once my cock head popped past her esophagus, it was on. She immediately gagged upon my entry, shooting saliva out of her mouth and nearly spraying my faraway balls. But I kept trudging away.
I will tell you, there was no bigger turn on that I’ve seen in my life than the site of her neck and throat expanding and bulging, filled with cock. My cock. She coughed violently at my entry, and I pulled out, bringing handfuls of saliva and bubbles of phlegm with it that got deposited all over her upside down nose and forehead. So fucking hot. Her mascara was immediately running up her face.
I gave her a second to take a breath and she began to speak before I shoved my cock back in. It was so slick, it slipped in more easily past her opening and I pushed down her passageway, creating gasps and gulps with every thrust as I began to fuck her throat HARD. But only about six or seven inches was buried in her face. And I fucking wanted more.
I pulled out again and again brought some of her lung butter with it, and this time, it clung to my cock and dripped right down my long shaft. It felt so good, just like feeling a girl cum on your rod.
“Oh fuck, this is---GLP----“
I shut her the fuck up again by jamming it back again. Pop past her throat, feel the temperature raise 5 or 10 degrees, and this time, I was going for the gold. She wasn’t gagging as much, so I decided to push the distance. I grabbed her by the side of her head, squeezed hard for leverage, and pushed my entire fucking cock down her throat. It went so deep, I felt an uncomfortable burning at the head of my cock, probably from stomach acid. And she squirmed and writhed HARD as I fucked her guts for a few strokes, but then she had had enough and she fucking projectile puked up against my balls and all over her face. I know it was gross, but it was so fucking HOT that my cock made her puke and it actually felt so good on my dick when her diaphragm violently protested my entry. Every one of her muscles seemed to vibrate hard as it pushed back on me. I couldn’t help but moan like I came all over the place. Loud enough that people outside the door could hear.
Amanda raised her arms and pushed my hips away from her. Covered in puke and looking nothing like her normal pretty self, she said, “You fucking asshole!” She was so pissed off at me. Then she cracked a smile. “You shoved your whole fucking cock down my throat, didn’t you?” I nodded. “Mmmm, I can’t believe we fucking did that,” she said, again filled with lust.
She moved in to violently kiss me, and though she was still covered in puke and I pulled back a bit at first, but then relented. Fuck it, I’ll taste a little puke for the sake of an aggressive, lust induced fuck.
I stripped off the last of her underwear and shoved my still rock hard cock up her dripping wet cunt, and she moaned obnoxiously upon my first entry. I pulled her up by her back and bit in HARD into her neck while I stroked my way in. She began cumming right there, squirting her cum all over my shaft. Not even worried we were in somebody else’s house while there was a party going on, she screamed with no abandon as her orgasm pretty much kept up for about four solid minutes, sandwiching one on top of another.
As I rammed my cock repeatedly against the furthest walls of her pussy, I finally felt my cock flex and expand, so I pulled out abruptly and hosed her down with my trademark pints of cum. I squirted all over her tits, but I wanted to leave my mark, so most of it landed on her face and neck. She was breathing heavily, and covered with cum, she began rubbing her pussy fervently to rub out one last orgasm.
Then she said the thing that I believe will cement my legacy forever.
As she was cumming, she screamed, “Charlie Fucking Waters, you big-cocked fucker, you fuck like a Greek God!”
Then she continued screaming out her self-induced orgasm, and then I really saw the last few months, or really my whole life, flash before my eyes. I’ve never been able to fuck girls into a worthless heap like this. It was just three months ago that I was an old bastard counting down the days until I died, and I look down, and see this huge fuck stick protruding out, covered in a cocktail of pussy juice and my own cum, and I wonder, how could one thing, this cock, could make such a difference? How could this change everything? It was like that scene in “Boogie Nights” where Dirk Diggler just stares at his cock as the final scene of the movie. That’s what I was doing. This piece of flesh was going to probably create some interesting scenes in the coming years.
As I was putting on my clothes, I looked back at the door of the bedroom, and I saw it cracked open. And lots of eyes poking through. Had the door been cracked open the whole time? Had we had an audience? As I looked, I heard a lot of crashing at the door as the eyes scurried, and one body fell forward and pushed the door open. It was Dominique. She just looked at me. Shocked. Wordless. We held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. Without much of an expression, she looked away from me, got up and ran down the hallway.
As I exited the room, leaving Amanda behind to recover, I walked back into the party, and it was like a scene from a movie. Everybody just stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I wasn’t sure how to react. I just avoided eye contact, lowered my head, and walked back into the crowd.
I felt a hand grab mine and spin me around, and it was Jessica. Jessica Bregar, my big tittied friend. She grabbed me and kissed me, shoving her tongue down my throat as far as it would go as I felt her huge tits press against my chest. As she departed the kiss, she asked, “So, can I take a ride next?”
To make a long story short, Jessica and I went outside, snuck to the side of the house, and I fucking ravaged her, first pawing at her huge fucking tits, which were crowned with meaty fucking nipples and large, light brown areola about three inches wide. Then I moved down to her pussy and ate her out nice and proper, getting my first cum from her, creating tears as she came.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you made me cum! I’ve never fucking came before!”
Then I got out my huge salami, turned her around, and fucked her doggy style up against Dominique’s house. She had a shallow pussy so I was only able to fit half of it in, but she just kept cumming. I was now starting to accept that rapid orgasms simply from penetration would probably just be commonplace because I was so big.
As JB was moaning, I heard a rustling in the bushes – and it was Dominique.
“Oh my fucking god,” she said, looking at us. “Charlie, you asshole. Just get out of here. You’ve done enough damage and I can’t have you fucking every girl here!”
I looked at her dumbfounded, and she just yelled “Go!” at me. As I got my clothes on and left, I looked back at the house to see Jessica re-enter. She was bouncing and singing “I fucked Charlie Waters! I fucked Charlie Waters!”
So, as I write, I’m pretty much still shocked by what happened, and I think by tomorrow, it will all set in.
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