OK, so he knew where my clit was. Oh SHIT did he know where my clit was! He was sucking on it, and tickling it with his tongue, and nibbling on it-all the while his fingers are doing that dragging thing over my g-spot.
Four minutes? He didn’t even need two. I tried to resist, believe me-I tried with all my might. Tried saying the alphabet backwards, remembering the third verse to "The Star-Spangled Banner," did multiplication tables, all that stuff. It was no use. My pussy was not cooperating. No, it was headed towards cumming. And when he felt me getting close, he put his fingers right on my g-spot and drummed on it-while he sucked my whole clit into his mouth. Shit, he was better than my cousin’s boyfriend. By a lot. I came, screaming, my ass rising up off the seat and my pussy grinding into his mouth. And, mother of God, I shot. Ejaculated. I’ve done that I think once in my life, with all the sex I’ve had. I was gushing.
And that asshole-while I was sitting there, trying to breathe, that fucker grins at me and says, "You’re welcome," and goes back to his seat. He could’ve at least offered to help me stand up, for Chrissakes! Because I was having a hard time doing it on my own.
Damn. I hated this motherfucker. Hated his fucking guts. And he had just given me one of the top three cums of my life. In front of the entire biology class. Damn him.
When bio class ended, my legs were still shaking.
CHAPTER SIX CHUCKOK, so I really went overboard. Hey, it was a nice little score on my side, though. And, hell, maybe I’d get a few dates out of it. Even if I had the reputation of being a talker-now maybe I’d get a reputation as the guy who actually made Maggie Benson incoherent.
Look, my love life had tapered off in the past year since I got the rep as being a talker, but last year was pretty good. And I learned a lot. I had one date, an older girl-a senior when I was a sophomore-who taught me how to eat pussy properly. It’s a lesson I never forgot. I hadn’t had the chance to do it in a while, though. Glad to know I hadn’t forgotten anything.
I just couldn’t resist getting her going. Hey, I had to have some fun this week, right?
And, I admit it. Watching her cum like that was a fantastic experience. She really does get all into it. Even when she was trying to resist. Imagine what she’d be like if she just went with it. Jesus.
And it was definitely satisfying to watch her staggering out of class! She was still weak-kneed 40 minutes later! We both had the same class next period, English. Of course, I had to rub salt in the wound, right? I walked up to her, and said, "Hi, Maggie. Need some help getting to English?" Oh, the look she shot me! "Suit yourself," I grinned, and kept walking.
Oh, she sat in English class and shot daggers at me. Except, when she thought I wasn’t looking, she kept idly rubbing at her pussy.
Yeah, I owed her. She did something to me that wasn’t very nice that contributed to my current problems. I don’t know if she knew that I knew it was her-if that makes any sense-but I did. But, hell, I thought that was pretty generous of me. Yeah, I was trying to score points-but I gave her a hell of a cum in the process, right? I could think of more painful ways to try to score points.
The rest of the day was fine. And she was waiting for me as I got out of school to get dressed.
"You asshole! How could you do that to me?" she howled.
"Do what? Make you cum? I thought you liked that," I grinned.
"Not from you."
"Then you shouldn’t have picked me." She couldn’t say anything like that. "Look, you were trying to score points. As was I. I won that round. But I think you got a few fringe benefits in the bargain," I grinned. "Has anyone ever made you squirt before?"
"Only once," she admitted. I smiled wider, then she shook her head. "That’s not the fucking point! The point is that I hate you!"
"Yeah, well I hate you, too."
"Huh?" she said, puzzled. "Why do you hate me?"
"Think about it. You’ll figure it out."
"And if you hate me," she said, swallowing, " how could you make me cum like that?"
"Two reasons. First, like I said, I was trying to score points. Second reason is that I’m not the asshole you think I am." I was dressed by then, so I just walked away. I turned back and said, "See you tomorrow, Maggie. Ought to be fun." Then I was gone.
You know what? It hadn’t been a bad day at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN MAGGIEMotherfucker.
God damned motherfucker.
Oh, I wanted him dead. Dead, dead, dead. Him and his shit-eating grin and his magical tongue and his stupendous fingers and FUCK!
I trudged home, thoroughly disgusted.
I live with my Daddy, my younger brother Joe-who’s 12-and my older brother Vinny, who is 20 and just finished his sophomore year in college. He was home for the summer. Yeah, me and a house full of guys. Is it any wonder I like guys? The three I lived with were three of the best-even Joe when he’s not being a complete pest. I love my Daddy, and Vinny’s been my main confidant since I was 7. He’s the one person that really knows what I’m like, sex life and all. I was really glad he was home for the summer.
My mother? Ran off when I was ten. Nobody knows what happened to her. Ran off with some other guy. Apparently she was cheating on Dad throughout the whole marriage anyway. But she abandoned three kids, too. Vinny and I were fine, we supported each other. But Joe was only five when she left-it really affected him. I’ll never forgive the bitch for that.
Anyhow, I got home, and Vinny was there.
"Hey, Dicktease. How’s it going?"
"Oh, I got to tell you, Dickless, I had a day today." Yes, Dicktease and Dickless are our pet names for one another. Hey, whaddaya want?
"Come tell Vinny all about it, Mags."
"Got put in The Program. And my partner is Chuck Braden! Who I hate!"
"Well, you can avoid him, can’t you?"
"I can. But I didn’t. Stupid me." I told Vinny the whole story.
"So, let me get this straight," he said when I got to the end. "He gave you an earthshattering cum, and this is a bad thing? This is not like you, Mags."
"But I hate him!"
"You must like his tongue," he grinned at me.
"That’s the fucking problem! How can such an asshole be so good at that? Fucking, I can believe. But usually assholes can’t suck pussy worth a damn-because they don’t get anything out of it."
"Maybe you’ve misjudged him."
"Fat chance of that. I know too many of his victims."
"I think you should think about this some more, Mags," Vinny said. "Look, you know how it works in high school. Shit gets blown out of proportion. Rumors spread."
"There’s just too many about him, though. It’s not like it was just one."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Plan my revenge, what else?" I grinned.
"I think you just let him eat you out again, you’ll be singing a different tune."
"Not a chance," I grinned again. "This is war."
PART TWO TUESDAY
I woke up Tuesday in a pretty good mood.
I had told my parents about The Program the night before. They were mildly interested. Then again, that’s their usual. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, we get along-but we don’t interfere in each others’ lives much. I have mine, they have theirs, and we swap stories over the dinner table. Hey, they’re supportive-if I had a real problem, they’d be the first to lend a hand. But I try to handle most of my life by myself and leave them out of it.
I drive to school. Maggie walks, I know that. I beat her there, I was close to a half-hour early. So, I went to the entrance, and waited for her. She showed up in no time at all.
"Well, hello, Chuckles," she said.
"Good morning, Margaret," I grinned.