I rarely jerked off at home during the two weeks that Becky was away at her art workshop . I hadn't needed to since Becky's friends were taking good care me. Becky got home just in time for the big Fourth of July party at Stan's.
Stan's parents were up in Hayward meeting friends who had a vacation lodge there, so we had the house to ourselves. The Fourth of July is always a big deal and in Wisconsin it is known as a 3-B party, brats, burgers and beer.
I picked Becky up around noon and headed to Stan's place. She got in the car and slammed the door shut. Becky sat tight to the door and didn't look at me. Her body language said it all. Becky was pissed!
I looked over and said, "What wrong Beck?" No answer. "Did you have a fight with your parents?" I asked. No answer.
I was getting the silent treatment. I parked the car across the street from Stan's house and tried again. "What's with the attitude?" If looks can kill, I was a dead man.
"You know what the fuck's wrong!" she said with venom in her voice.
"Oh?"
"You've been screwin' every girl in town while I was in Madison ."
"I didn't fuck anyone, Becky," which was unfortunately true.
"How about Alice and Sarah and Tina and Margaret? They all called me to say how lucky I am. When I asked what they meant, they told me everything."
"Well, it wasn't my fault. Your friends called me with their lame excuses. How was I to know they wanted to hook-up? Anyway, it's all your fault. You showed everyone the 'Laser' painting and thanks to that stupid AO Club of yours, everyone was true to that dumb pledge, well almost everyone."
"What do you mean almost everyone? Anyway, you cheated on me. I hate you!" She slammed the car door for emphasis. I followed her into the house.
Most of the usual suspects were already there. A couple of guys were setting up a keg in the garage. The girls were whispering secrets among each other and a few kids were already in the pool.
Although I knew everyone, there was one very tall girl with legs like stilts that I didn't know. She had a tanned body, long attractive legs, a tight little ass with small, not tiny, nicely shaped tits. The girl had short brunette hair and a pretty face. She looked marvelous in her skimpy bikini. The girl was sex on legs. I asked Stan, "Who's that tall brunette?"
"That would be my cousin, Jayne." Stan replied.
"Where does she live?" my curiosity was getting the best of me.
"Jayne's an education major on a volleyball scholarship at the University."
I didn't ask which university , but volleyball explained the legs. Taking a second look, it was clear that she was an athlete. Jayne had no body fat and was trim in all the right places. I hoped my staring wasn't too obvious.
Meanwhile, Becky ignored me. I jumped in the pool playing Pool Volleyball. Jayne was on the other side of the net spiking the ball down our throats. She really made us guys look silly. Once , I got lucky and hammered it straight at her, but she casually returned it as if my shot was merely a lob.
After the game, I headed to the patio where Maurice was manning the grill. He said the brats were just about ready. I was starving and grabbed a bun. When I turned around, Jayne was standing beside me.
"Hi, I'm Jayne, Stan's cousin," introducing herself as if I didn't know.
"Yeah, I'm Dick Walton."
"You're a pretty good player. You almost nailed me with that shot. You're the one they call 'Laser', right?" she asked.
Totally embarrassed, I said, "I guess so. How did you know?"
"Oh, ya know, girls talk. Nice to meet you, Laser." Showing little to no interest, Jayne turned away to take a plate, then turned back asking, "How'd ya get the name Laser?"
"From a painting my girlfriend made."
"Is that the girl you came in with?"
"Yeah. Becky and I aren't exactly on speaking terms today."
"Well, that happens," she said while moving toward the grill to ask Maurice to put a brat on her bun. I thought how nice it would be to put my sausage in her bun. Just the thought of getting between those luscious legs had me as horny as a stallion among a pasture of mares in season.
After lunch and a few beers with the guys, I had to take a pee. Beer runs through me as if forgetting to make a stop at the stomach. It's non-stop, beer to bladder.
I headed to the nearest bathroom , but it was busy and from the sounds coming from inside, it didn't seem it would soon be free. Upstairs, next to the master bedroom, was another john. So that was my next stop.
At the top of the stairs, an older guy was leaving the bedroom. I didn't recognize him. We said, "Hi," as we passed on the stairs.
Inside the bedroom door, it was obvious that some activity had occurred on the king size bed. The covers were all rumpled and one of the pillows had fallen on the floor. I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice a light on in the bathroom. Rushing into the bathroom, " when, what to my wondering eyes should appear , " but a completely naked Jayne.
"Sorry. I gotta go , " I blurted out.
"No problem," she said. "I gotta freshen' up in the shower. Daryl left me a little present and I have to take care of it."
"Daryl? Is that the guy I met on the stairs?"
"Probably. He's a friend of mine."
"Your boyfriend?" I asked.
"No, just a good friend. He's my father's business partner."
I had to take a leak fast and didn't care who saw me. She stepped in the shower as I relieved myself. Hearing the toilet flush, Jayne asked, "Why don't ya join me in here?"
She didn't have to ask twice. Tearing off my swim trunks, I hopped in the shower just as she was washing out Daryl's 'present'. Now I understood what Jayne meant. It was the kind of present that sometimes doesn't get unwrapped for nine months.
"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant not using a condom?" I asked as she finished freshening up.
"Don't be silly. The health center at school gives out birth control to students that are sexually active. That means just about everybody. My roomy and I got fitted for diaphragms so I'm okay."
She kept talking while soaping the rest of her sensuous body. Jayne didn't ask , but started lathering me between the legs. "God, Laser, you're awesome! You're hung as big as a horse. Are you still a virgin?"
"My name is Dick and no, I'm not a virgin," I lied.
"Okay, Dick, but you seem a little nervous," she said.
Apparently, my inexperience had betrayed me. Feeling a little guilty, I admitted I was technically a virgin , but had been around lots of girls and of course that was true.
"Well we need to do something about that technicality of yours. You have a tool that would be a terrible thing to waste."
I thought to myself, "Wasn't that supposed to be, 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste'? " Oh well, let's not argue the point and call it poetic license.
"You are so adorable, Dick. I wanted to fuck you the second I saw you walk in the door," she said with a sound of teacher. "I can't wait to get you inside me."
"Didn't Daryl do that for you?"
"It was just a quickie and I'm still so horny. Anyway, he's a real great guy but he doesn't measure up to you, if you know what I mean."
I knew what she meant.
As we stepped out of the shower and toweled off, we heard voices in the other room. "Dick, we better lock the door. We could be here for awhile and we won't want to be disturbed."
I locked the door hearing a girl giggle on the other side. It took no imagination to know what was going on in there. When I turned back to Jayne, she was sitting with her lovely legs straddling the toilet giving me full view of her womanly parts. "I want to show you how a girl does it," she said as I examined her perky natural tits and swollen pussy.
She sucked on her fingers for a few seconds before putting the first finger in a nicely shaved snatch. Then a second finger disappeared in her moist opening. Back in her mouth, she licked three fingers and had them all inside. Jayne put her free hand out to have me suck her fingers, and then she used it to massage her clitoris while continuing to finger fuck herself.
"Step closer, Dick. I want to do this with your cock in my mouth." Of course my pleasure tool was at full strength as it surged forward toward her succulent lips. I did as she said and stood close so she could give me a good oral licking. Her humming had a musical lilt to it while she stroked my cock with her tongue.
A few minutes later she gently but firmly took hold of my hard-on leading me to the floor. "When you fuck a girl, Dick," she was saying, "don't be in a rush. Girls like it slow at first." There was that teacher voice again. I found it kind of sexy.
There was no need for further foreplay. We were both stoked. I couldn't wait to screw the living daylights out of this student teacher. The waiting wouldn't be long. Noises in the other room added to our 'romantic' moment, kind of like movie sound effects.
Her hand still held my dick as she invited me to enter between her wide open legs. I wanted so badly to shove my cock through the door of paradise but she kept repeating, "Take me slow, Dick, slow." Jayne could feel my urgency as the head of my monster was introduced to its first pussy lips. Wet and warm were the sensations and far better than a blow job. Little by little I entered her love cavern. I had no idea how deep I should go or how long I could last but inched my throbbing cock inside ever deeper.
"Slow, Dick, slowly," she moaned sounding less like a teacher. "Pull back a little. Let me catch my breath," she instructed sounding teacher-like again.
I almost pulled all of the way out , but my cock head still felt the grasp of her tight fuck hole. I pushed on needing no further tutoring. I buried my cock, balls deep into her gaping hole. With a shout she yelled, "Take me, take me you big horny stud."
Her long legs were flying apart like bird wings as I kept pounding her stroke after stroke. I thought, "So this is what fornicating is like." It made me angry thinking of what I had missed out on all these years messing around with Becky.
We soon were in sync fucking each other in the same tempo with her legs stretched far apart and my cock easily sliding in and out of her slippery cunt. I kept feverishly working her with my balls slapping on her ass cheeks. It was if I was the bad boy at school punishing the teacher. I'd learned my lesson and was determined not to cum until she was ready.
"Stay inside me while I close my legs," she cooed. "I love it best with my legs together."
Her legs closed as I worked my cock in and out with more dedication. "Make me cum, make me cum," she screamed.
I increased my efforts. Thrust after thunderous thrust kept her juices flowing and I was nearing my own pleasure point.
Jayne's sperm sucker squeezed at my dick as I rammed her without mercy. I could tell by her moans that she was having a strong multiple orgasms. Jayne sensed that I was so ready to spill my load but she wanted more of my love muscle.
Moving her hand down between her legs, she grabbed my rod, pulled it out and held it tightly. The firm grip kept me from releasing what was surely be an abundant load of jism.