Outstripped (29 page)

The
girls burst out laughing and Jody soon got the joke. Luke smiled at her and she
melted, just a little. Who wouldn't?

Suzanne
stood up and gathered her entourage. "Come on, we need to leave these guys
to it."

"Thank
God for that," said Jody. "I thought for a minute you were all going
to watch."

"The
bedroom's all yours. Have fun."

Jody
closed the door behind them all and then leaned on it for good measure as if
trying to make sure they couldn't get in. Then remembering the lock, she turned
again and secured the premises for sure.

"I
suppose you've done a lot of this?" she said.

"Enough,"
he replied. "Enough to know good from bad."

"Oh
yeah, how can you tell?" Jody regretted the question the very second it
was uttered, but couldn't somehow stop
herself
and,
out it came.

"You
really do need some experience, don't you?"

"How
do we do this then? Asked Jody.

Luke
said nothing. He discarded his denim jacket on the floor then just took her by
the hand. She followed without protest. He then positioned himself very
purposefully at the foot of Suzanne's bed and said, "This is as good a
spot as any. Now, you need to kneel on the floor, just there."

Jody
lifted her index finger as if to say, "Wait one moment". She took off
her school blazer and then did as she was told. Carefully, she lowered herself
to her knees then performed a ritualistic straightening of the clothes routine.
Her long sleeved blouse neatly tucked into the very trim waist of her tartan
skirt which hugged the curves of her bottom and stopped just short of her
knees. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair, tucking it behind her
ears and looked up at him with big, wide doe like eyes.

"Ready,"
she said, now brimming with fake confidence.

Luke
asked her to undo the sturdy fly buttons of his genuine article jeans, and pull
them, and his boxer shorts, down. "This is another one of those things you
need to know about, and these buttons can be tricky. Belts and zips are
easy."

Jody
smiled back up at him when her task was complete. His hairy, muscular legs were
definitely worth the trip and the flaccid penis poking out from beneath his
t-shirt was seriously tempting but ignored for the moment as she concentrated
on his instructions. She found it very hard not to stare. It was just there.
Right in front of her face, not twelve inches away.

"Lift
my shirt a little and get a good look."

Jody
used both hands in an effort to keep them busy and balanced. She stared at his
tame and lifeless member, nestling among the dark, dense forest of pubic hairs.
Coming in close she studied it from any number of angles. "It wasn't
exactly good looking," she thought. "A bit like something you'd
expect to see in the weird and whacky department at the butchers."

"Blow
on it," said Luke.

She did,
and it twitched. Jody sharply drew her face away and watched as it started to
grow.

"Take
hold of it."

Jody
looked up at him first then back to his crotch. He took hold of his shirt and
considerately held it clear of the action area for her, so she could get to
grips with things properly.

She took
him in her right hand and felt the blood slowly swelling his penis. Stretching
it. Lengthening it. Strengthening it. Then she started to stroke him, pulling
gently forwards, until his foreskin covered the tip, then backwards, to expose
his head completely. The man meat reared quickly. It began to heat up and gain
a colour and a glow all its own. Before long Jody had a full sized, proud,
raging, beast of a cock on her hands.
Or rather in them.

"This
is more like it," she thought. "Quite incredible how something so
soft and lifeless could turn into something so purposeful, so hard, so
beautiful and so, well, horny."

She
could tell she was going to like cocks.

"
Cock
was such a perfect, descriptive
name. Appropriate. Self explanatory," she thought, though, for years, like
most other inexperienced nubiles, she hadn't really given it much thought.
She'd only ever dreamt of the uses she could put one to, but never really
understood what a hard, 'angry', excited one was all about. Then
there's
the biology lessons and the embarrassing sex
education sessions, which are more of a turn off than anything else they're
supposed to be.

Anyway,
here she was with the real thing in her hands. It felt good. It felt natural.
And she felt an overpowering, primal instinct to play with it. Pleasure it.
Please it. And, she wanted to make it 'go off' like a firework at her
beckoning.

Just
then a little red light, somewhere in the vicinity of
all that
computer and TV equipment, distracted her. It kept
flashing. But, "So what?" she thought, and promptly ignored it.

The only
trouble was, she then forgot everything she'd been told. Everything she'd
practiced. Everything she'd learnt. Jody just went for it. Fast, hard, hungry
and mainly 'all wrong'.

Ok, she
did lick it, she did suck on it, she did wank it, and she did perform to the
best of her experience. But it wasn't subtle, it wasn't passionate, it wasn't
sexy, and it was definitely no
cock
worshipping
session.

Now on
any given day, any given guy will tell you that even a poor blowjob is better
than no blowjob. But on this day, on this particular blowjob, Luke was supposed
to be giving guidance. Providing procedural nuances for the perfection of penis
pleasure. His part in this educational role-play was not just that of receiver.
He was not just getting another blowjob.
Any old blowjob, on
any old day.

So what
happened? Did he forget his lines? Did he get caught up in the moment? Was he
getting the best 'head' of his life, and therefore in no need of instructing
his friendly fellator?

Jody
would soon be finding out.

Unused
to these activities, as she was, and therefore definitely not in complete
control of all matters in hand, Jody hadn't passed on to Luke her own
preferences for the inevitable climactic events to follow. The words 'Don't cum
in my mouth' hadn't even been considered.

It
couldn't be that she didn't like the taste, or have any notion that the
explosion might take the back of her head off. It wasn't even because she
wanted to witness, first hand, for the first time ever, the potentially
firework-like ejaculation of her first cock and the spoils of her own handy
work. A learned experience if
there
ever was one. A
bit like watching a private performance, close up, for the first time, of
someone of the opposite sex peeing, just so you know what it's all about.

No. It
was because it hadn't even crossed her mind.

And,
since Luke hadn't been asked
not
to
commit one of mankind's three greatest lies (the cheque's in the post; I love
you; and of course I won't cum in your mouth) he had every intention, when in
the throws of his final few moments, to leave his cock buried deep inside the
very warm, wet, welcoming instigator of his eruption.

So he
did!

It
surprised the hell out of Jody.

He
shuddered, he jerked,
he
spasmed and he shot hot salty
beads of liquid directly into Jody's mouth. Up until the moment she realized
what was happening that is, and pulled away altogether. She abandoned his knob,
and whilst Jody began flapping and spitting in complete disarray, Luke was left
to finish the job himself. She noted how expertly he teased out the last drops
and completed his personal fulfillment.

Jody was
in shock. Luke hadn't told her what was coming (again, every pun intended). He
hadn't told her what to expect. He hadn't explained what to do when the final
moments came. What her choices would be? What his choices would be? He hadn't
gone through the absolute necessities of the male orgasm and the need to keep
stroking or pumping or licking or sucking until every last drop had been
extracted. He hadn't told her that just like the female orgasm, the male is not
done
till he's done. There's a
reduction in spurts, a slow down in flow, and a calm down period of teasing and
squeezing after initial ejaculation that needs to be adhered to. At least there
is if it’s
your
cock, or if you want
to impress him with your performance on his.

So why
didn't he tell her? Where were the instructions?

Jody sat
on her heels and looked up at him, waiting for some sort of feedback.
Communication. Anything.

Luke
took one step closer and in a moment of unforgivable horror and disgust, he
proceeded to abuse and humiliate his slightly less innocent but nevertheless
intimidated sexual novice by wiping his now semi flaccid penis in her hair.
Then he mocked her, and her efforts and her shaky start to the world of
erotica, by laughing in some sort of insulting, derisive fashion. Then came the
words that she'd never forget.

"That's
gotta be the worst blowjob I've
ever
had."

Total
devastation ensued.
Tears, humiliation, character
assassination and worse.
Gnashing of teeth, wailing and the end of the world,
as we know it. But it wasn't the end of Jody's woes.

The
little red light stopped flashing.

Jody
knew nothing of it. She just picked up her things and ran.

Out of
the bedroom.

Out of
the house.

Out of
the road.

The only
thing holding back her tears now was the sheer effort she put into gathering
distance between herself and 'that monster'.

She
couldn't even contemplate going to school in the following few days, but
unfortunately that didn't aid her dignity in the slightest. As it turned out,
the worst was yet to come.

As she
entered through the school gates, first thing on Monday morning, a bad feeling
came over her. The tears had subsided, and she'd almost reinstated her own self
worth and honour, but now she felt an overwhelming oppression descending. It
grew and weighed heavier and heavier the further she stepped into school.

Then she
realized the stares, the pointing and the laughs were at her expense. The name-calling
started, the laughs grew louder, the chanting and taunting, the spit and the
spite grew stronger, heavier and more aggressive.

Should
she turn and run? Would she be better off back at home? Why was everyone being
so cruel?

The
crowd intensified. It was like a walk of shame.
But why?
No one knew anything. Her friends would have protected her from all this.
Wouldn't they? Maybe they didn't know what was going on. But then what exactly
was going on?

Jody
realized, as the jeering, name-calling, mass of uniformed little she-devils
closed in on her, she was being funneled. She was 'running a gauntlet'.

But wait
a minute. Thank God!
Elation at last.
Her new circle
of 'best friends' were all ahead of her now, smiling, grinning, eagerly
awaiting her presence at their altar.

The
crowd hushed.

"Well,
if it isn't our very own celebrity," Suzanne sneered above the din of
chanting schoolies. "Have a good weekend? A good rest, did you? After all
that
incredibly bad sex
, you'd have
needed one, eh girls?" And she roused the crowd again, and their volume
with it.

Jody, as
usual, was clueless, about what she was referring to, or what she was talking
about. Looking about her, she tried desperately, instinctively, to find the
faces of her previous comrades for some support. Of course, having been
abandoned two weeks earlier, they were nowhere to be seen.

The
crowd hushed again.

"What
do you mean
bad sex
?" she
queried, and immediately deduced with a level of naivety that could give
'stupidity' a run for its money, that Luke must have spilt the beans on their
encounter and his own nasty behaviour.

She
began again, "You
do
know why I
ran out, don't you?"

"Oh,
we know alright. Everyone knows," quipped Maddy. "Apparently you give
the worst blowjob in town."

Laughter
ran riot amongst the onlookers.

"I
suppose your pet tosser, Luke, told you that, did he?" Jody was trying to
put up a fight now, in defence of her dignity. Her self-pity was waning in
favour of reaching for the moral high ground. "Well, let me tell you
.....
"

"Whoa!
Steady on there Jody," Suzanne took back the reigns of her little public
charade. "No one told us anything. It’s all right here on this tape."
She pointed sideways to Charlie who promptly produced a home video tape from
her school bag to substantiate the claim."

"Bullshit!"
said Jody.

"Nah,
ah!" exclaimed Suzanne, playing her slam-dunk 'trump card' with an air of
confidence, heaps of arrogance and a devious upper hand. "You don't think
we would have missed it do you?
Jody's most embarrassing
moment?
Not bloody likely. We got the whole thing. Blow by blow, so to
speak. You even looked at the camera for us at one point."