The Freak: Part 3.
Trouble in Paradise before I take revenge.
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What happened to your face, Jack?
You did, I replied with a little chuckle.
Oh, no! Did I pee on you? I m so sorry.
No; no; it s not urine. Did you have seven orgasms?
I don t know. I kind of lost track. I don t know what you did to me, but it
was incredible. I came quickly and then I kept on cumming and cumming. I didn t
think it was ever going to stop.
Well, every time you came I got flooded. I don t know what it was, but I m
glad I was able to do it for you.
She moved up a bit to look me straight in my eyes. Me, too, she whispered
just before pressing those sweet plump lips into mine once again. I checked out
the dashboard clock and pointed at it; 3:26, time to head on home.
Everyone was asleep when we walked through the back door. We turned left so
Barbara could take a quick shower. She had left her night gown and robe here in
anticipation. I closed the bathroom door and began to turn the couch into my
bed when I felt a hand on my arm. Barbara was standing there naked. Damn, but
she was a beautiful woman. Come and join me, she whispered.
I laughed. Funny! You have got to be kidding. There is no way that two of us
will fit in there. It s all I can do on my own. Thanks for the offer, though;
maybe someday, but not tonight. I gave her a quick kiss and she returned to
the bathroom, a pout on her face. Ten minutes later she came out, kissed me
quickly and walked to the living room. I followed so I could turn the stairway
lights on for her and off once she was safely upstairs. I showered quickly,
mostly to wash my groin and my face, knowing what my parents would think if
they saw me covered with Barbara s juice. It was almost four by the time I
crawled under the covers.
We slept in New Year s Day and I would have stayed in bed after 10:00 had I not
been invaded by an eight year-old monster named Carole. C mon, J.J., get up so
we can play. Did I mention that she was jumping on my chest at the time?
What time did you go to bed last night?
Mom and Dad let me stay up until 10:00.
That s great! I stayed up until four. Let me see; ten is bigger than four so
you must have been up later than me.
She responded with a scowl. Even I know that s not true. You need to get up.
Barbara s already up and dressed. C mon!
Ugh! It s a good thing that I love you. I growled and Carole scampered away
screaming down the hallway. Thank God I wasn t a drinker. J didn t know how I
could handle a hangover considering how tired I was. I struggled out of bed to
shave, run a comb through my generally unruly short hair, and brush my teeth,
dressing in a Harvard sweatshirt, jeans, and slippers. Then I made my bed,
turning it back into a couch before yawning my way to the kitchen.
Barbara was there getting a cup of coffee. I wrapped my arm around her waist
and she moved up for a quick kiss. That was accompanied by a giggle from the
breakfast nook. Knowing that Carole was watching, I moved in for a real kiss.
Mom and Dad already knew of my intentions even if Barbara didn t so I wasn t
worried that they d say anything. Of course, the giggling was non-stop through
the entire kiss. I broke it and jumped into the nook, grabbing Carole and swinging
her around while I hugged and kissed her. Her giggling turned to loud laughter
which stopped only when Dad complained of an after New Year s headache. I felt
real sympathy, knowing how I felt without one.
Barbara and I had only a light breakfast of pastries and doughnuts from the
bakery. I broiled hot dogs for lunch then we retired to the living room for the
traditional football games. Barbara sat on the couch where she had been on
Christmas and I sat on the floor at her feet. She rubbed my neck and ran her
fingers through my hair for most of the afternoon. Around three she moved to
the kitchen to help Mom with the dinner. Carole and I helped by setting the
table.
We ate dinner as one big and happy family before I walked outside with Barbara
to drive her home. Tomorrow was Sunday so I d see her early for Mass, knowing
that we d spend the entire day and much of the night together. Somehow, my need
for seven days of basketball a week had ebbed, replaced by a greater need; a
need to love and be loved and to be with that one special person. I let Barbara
take the Olds home with her Sunday night so we could spend time together after
Tuesday s game.
January and February are the months when the basketball season kicks into high
gear. Every game is a league game and every game counts toward that elusive
league championship. Well, it was elusive if you played at a school other than
ours over the past four years. There was pressure though; the pressure of being
ranked number one; the pressure of having a target on your back every time you
stepped onto the court. Despite the pressure we ran the table, winning every
game by a wide margin.
I had expected to play against every junk defense in the book; box and one,
triangle and two, and every variant that was ever devised. There were two big
problems with this approach. The first was that I never cared how many points I
scored; doubling me had to leave someone else open and my teammates were all
very good players in their own right. Doubling me led to more open layups for
them than I could count. The other problem was that the smaller guards couldn t
leap with me and the bigger layers were just too slow. You re not supposed to
be able to drive through a zone, but I drove for layup after layup most games.
When I couldn t score I gladly passed to a cutting teammate. Could I make
All-American playing this way? Who cared? All that mattered was that we won.
There are four classes of schools in New York; A, B, C, and D; based on school
enrollment. Tuckahoe was in Class D. Our success over the past four years meant
that we could go anywhere we wanted to in the tourney to play against any class
of opponent. Some of us wanted to go into Class A. Most of our opponents had
been in Class B or higher, but I argued for us to stay in Class D. Let the
bigger schools beat each other up. Guys will get hurt. Guys will get tired.
We ll meet the best in the inter-class finals just as we have in the past.
That was what we did and, sure enough, New Rochelle faltered in the A semis and
so did Mount Vernon, another highly ranked school from our area. One of the
lesser schools won the A competition and the same thing happened in the Class B
finals. We blew the Class C champs out of the gym and the following night we
whipped the A Champs. They were exhausted from their game against the B
winners. Our starters had only played about half of our game the previous
night. I won the center jump, one of the few that were actually contested and
scored on our much practiced opening play, rubbing my man off on Eli s strong
broad body for a crashing dunk. We pressed full court and ran at every
opportunity. For all purposes, the game was over at the half when we had built
a twenty point lead. Instead of relaxing we shifted into overdrive and, once
again, the basket looked to be as big as the ocean. I couldn t and didn t miss
and neither did my teammates. We had our fifth consecutive state championship.
Three of us made the all-tournament team; three out of ten. Our win streak was
at 129 when the season ended.
Best of all; Barbara was there with me every step of the way, even staying
overnight in a room with my sisters during the two finals weekends. She was one
of many who stormed the court first when we won the Class D State Championship
and, finally, when we won the whole shebang. She was the only one of that
horde, however, to greet me with a searing kiss.
It was the last week in March and I had just driven to our favorite parking
place after an early night of bowling. Soon the outdoor movies would open and
we could look forward to an entire night of making out. So far Barbara and I
had done everything sexually other than fucking. I loved her enough that I
wasn t going to push it. We were sitting together holding each other knowing
that we had plenty of time for sexual activities later. Barbara broke our kiss
and looked up at me, her pleading voice just above a whisper. Jack, what s
going to happen to us once we graduate?
I think we re going to stay together. We will if I have anything to say about
it.
But how? You re going to Harvard and I m staying here to attend St. Elizabeth
Seton. We won t see each other for months.
No; you need to come to Massachusetts with me.
How can I do that? Where would I live?
I could see that Barbara was almost in tears and I would never want that. I
leaned down to kiss her then opened my door to get out. Do me a favor and
scoot over here a bit. Please? I gave her a quick peck and got out, walking
around the back of the car and getting back in on the passenger side. My right
knee was on the car floor and my left foot was on the asphalt as I reached into
the glove box to get a plain brown paper lunch bag. Mom had hundreds of them
for Carole and even Marie on occasion.
Taking her hands in mine I began to speak. Barbara, you know that I dated
quite a few girls before you, but I ve never once told a girl that I loved her,
not until this very second. Barbara, I think I fell in love with you even
before I caught you in front of St. Catharine s. I am so totally in love with
you that it s scary. I told you about the flash where I saw you fall, but I
never told you about the other flash that day nor about the hundreds I ve had
since then; flashes about our love and life with each other.
I could see her start to understand and she smiled broadly as I continued.
Barbara, I hate being away from you for even a single night now so I can t
imagine what being away from you for months would be like. Actually, I can; it
would be the closest thing to hell for me. What I m doing here in case you
haven t figured it out yet is asking you to marry me. I promise that I will
love and cherish and protect you forever, maybe even longer.
I reached into the bag to retrieve the small blue velvet box from Harry
Winston. Barbara hadn t said a word, but she did push her finger out to me.
There were tears in her eyes as I slipped the ring onto her finger. Once it was
on she pulled me to her for the hottest kiss of my life. Then she whispered in
my ear. Jack. I have loved you for so long; as long as I ve known you. I want
more than anything to make love with you. I ve wanted that for quite a while,
too. I want to feel you inside me. I only wish I could feel you spurt into my
womb, but that will have to wait; for a while, anyway. Can we get into the back
seat?
After a tight hug and a tender kiss I replied, I think you deserve a real bed
for our first time. You want to drive?
No, I want to cuddle up next to you and look at my ring. Was it expensive?
I ll bet it was! She leaned forward again to kiss me then shooed me out the
door. I drove us to Nepperhan Avenue, one of the main drags in Yonkers where I
had seen some old fashioned motels; the kind that are a bunch of individual
small cabins; on our way to an away game. We were there in less than thirty
minutes. I handed Barbara a pocketful of change, telling her, Why don t you
phone Mrs. Gleason and tell her you ll be late. Be sure you tell her why; the
engagement why not the making love why. Barbara laughed then hugged and kissed
me before slipping into the phone booth. (Remember! This was 1961 when such
things were commonplace.) I walked into the motel office to register.
I d like to rent a room, please.
He looked me over closely before responding. Are you actually old enough?
My attorney tells me that one must be eighteen to legally sign a contract so
the answer is yes. I have my passport in my pocket if you like. He responded
by holding his hand out and I passed it to him. He spent more than a minute
checking the photo and my date of birth before returning it to me.
I suppose the woman outside is your wife.
Not yet, but we just became engaged tonight. She wants to make love and I
thought her first time should be in a real bed as opposed to my back seat.
First time? Yes, I guess I can see why you d like that to be special. Fifteen
bucks and I don t expect to have any trouble.
There won t be any. I have too much to lose; a full ride to Harvard being at
the top of the list.
Wow, he said as he made change and passed me the key to number seven. You re
a big kid. Ever play any kind of ball?
I couldn t help but smile. Yeah; a five year starter in basketball and
baseball and a four-year starter in football.
I recognize you now. Tuckahoe, right? I nodded. He laughed as he said,
Nobody is happier than I am that you re graduating. My son played JV
basketball and will be a junior at Gorton next year.
My smile vanished. Too bad about Jimmy Albin. He nodded. Jimmy s situation
was sad. He d been found dead just after the end of the season, a hypodermic
needle jutting from his arm. All of my teammates and I attended his wake and
funeral. Barbara was there, too, never leaving my side. I put my smile back on
my face as I walked out, but there was no fooling my love.
What s wrong, Jack?
Nothing really; his son played JV at Gorton. He knew Jimmy.
She reached up to stroke my cheek. You tried to warn him, Jack. He didn t
listen. A lot of kids think they know everything. Oh; Mrs. Gleason is thrilled.
She didn t seem to be too surprised. She took my hand and we walked together
to our room. She showed me a handful of condoms from the glove box.
You trying to kill me before we re even married?
No, but I like to be prepared. I smiled; prepared is good. I opened the door
and turned on the light. I expected the room to be worn and it was, but it
appeared to be clean although it was cold. I found the heater and adjusted the
control. I was pleased when the machine responded immediately.
Now that we were here we were both nervous and hesitant. Eventually, we started
to giggle and that developed into full laughter. We came together for a long
kiss. Don t you think you should undress me now, Barbara whispered. I kissed
her again, moving my hands to her tiny buttons while she began to work on mine.
My hands are big and powerful, but they weren t made for this kind of work. She
had me practically naked by the time I had half of her buttons opened.
Here, silly, let me help you. She pulled the blouse up and over her head,
turning around so I could handle her bra. I leaned forward to nuzzle her neck
and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. Barbara reached behind her to lower
my slacks and my briefs. Luckily I had worn my loafers so I was able to step
out of my shoes. I placed all of the clothes on a chair while Barbara lowered
the blanket and sheet. I think I need to practice some sexy poses for you;
something that will help you get turned on.
You haven t needed anything so far. Just one glance at your beautiful face and
your incredible body and look at me. I looked down at my cock which stood at
attention, as hard as granite and already leaking pre-cum. I kneeled on the bed
and lay next to my goddess to caress and experience her fantastic body from
head to toe; her soft smooth skin, her glimmering hair, her perfect conical
breasts topped with sensitive and responsive nipples and areolas. I kissed each
of those nipples, licking and suckling like an infant. My hand rubbed her labia
until she was panting and squirming with desire.
It s time, darling. Make love to me. I want it. Damn, I need it. She pulled a
condom from the night table and with practiced precision unrolled it down my
shaft as I moved between her legs.
I know it s going to hurt at first. Am I going to bleed? I hesitated a second
then jumped up to the bathroom, returning with a thin bath towel. Barbara
raised her hips to accommodate me then spread her legs wide. I rubbed myself up
and down her slit several times before gently pushing home. I was going slowly
for two reasons. First, Barbara was a virgin, unused to having anything
anywhere near as thick as my cock in her tunnel. Second, I didn t want her to
hurt any more than necessary. Apparently, she had other ideas as she thrust her
hips upward several inches, ripping her hymen in a flash.
She cried out, several tears streaming from her face, but when I looked at her
all I could see was her love. I kissed those tears away as Barbara began to
smile. She relaxed as I pushed further into her. We began a rhythm, moving
together; slowly at first; Barbara s legs wrapped tightly around my
waist. Oh, Jack! She was moaning continuously now. I raised my body up onto
my elbows so I could worry her sensitive nipples with my fingers. I could tell
from her movements that she was rubbing her clit; her big hard clit loaded with
sensitive nerve endings; into my pubic bone.
She was working as hard as I was, driving her hips into me with every thrust.
Her face was a mask of love and lust. Her love for me was evident, but just as obvious
was her lust; her desire and need to fuck and be fucked; to cum and cum hard.
Our pace increased until we were fucking like animals then; suddenly and
without warning; she froze, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down for a
kiss that showed her passion and her love and her lust. Then, just as suddenly,
she lost it. Her body shook in three or four directions at once as her powerful
orgasm claimed reign over her body. Even my weight wasn t enough to keep her in
the center of the bed. She was just coming down when my orgasm hit. She knew by
now what to expect. Six straight times my hips drove forward, a fountain of
semen erupting from my hard hot tool. I tried to move off her, but she would
hear nothing of it. Please, Jack; stay where you are. I love having you in
me.
There s nothing I d like more, but, if I do, there s a good chance that the
condom will leak. That would never do. I kissed her again, a relatively chaste
one, and slid off to her side, the condom, loaded with my seed, dangling from
my shrinking cock. I trotted to the bathroom to flush it away and wash my organ
thoroughly. I knew that Barbara wanted to play and the last thing we needed was
for some stray sperm to find its way into the wrong place.
Barbara was grinning like the Cheshire cat when I returned. I lay next to her,
kissing her cheek and hair and rubbing her back and ass. Why the silly grin,
I asked.
I was just remembering something you said. Remember when you told me that
making love was the most fun thing you ever did? I agree completely. It really
was the best thing I ve ever done. Can we do it again?
We can, but we ll need to rest and wait a bit. Men aren t built like women.
She began to laugh and I joined her. That s not what I meant. Women can make
love time after time as long as their vaginas are lubricated, but a man has to
recover. I think it s called refractory period. I should be okay to go again in
about thirty or forty minutes. Then if you want to do it again it ll take me a
bit longer.
She pouted until she smiled, calling me a spoil sport. I just shrugged my
shoulders as I pulled her to me again. We talked about our plans. I wanted us
to marry as soon as possible. I also wanted Barbara to accompany me to
Cambridge the week after Easter so we could look to rent an apartment or house.
I thought that she could apply to local universities for admission in January.
She had good grades and there were plenty of universities in the Boston area so
I was sure she would be successful. I d rent two motel rooms for appearance
sake, but after tonight there would be no reason to use both. If we could marry
at the end of the school year we could move to Massachusetts the following
week.
Barbara had been playing with my cock, something she had done often; almost
every night we spent down past the apartments and, sure enough, thirty-five
minutes later she rolled another condom down my shaft. Why don t you take the
top this time? I think you ll like it, maybe even better. You ll have complete
freedom of movement and I ll be able to play with these babies. I was already
massaging her gorgeous breasts.
It could be better? Her tone was incredulous, but she climbed over me to
straddle my hips. I took my cock and helped her to line up her cunny with my
organ. She had her eyes closed, her face showing total contentment as I
stretched her vaginal wal
