Chapter Twenty Three

On the way back in the car I lay with my head on Billy's lap and my ass on Bart's as they both gently stroked me. It was beginning to get light as we roared across the bridge out of Haleiwa and down the coast toward the house. We were all pretty quiet with the radio making all the noise we needed.

My thoughts were on the past week and the summer ahead. Both excited me. The last week had opened me to new and exciting prospects. I had learned a great deal about myself and my new friends. Surely, I'd never look at Ms. Baxter in the same light; but strangely her role as teacher had not been diminished in my eyes. I still knew she was one of the best English teachers ever. I had also found that she had lessons to teach me in areas well beyond anything I could have imagined a week before. It was just that now I knew a whole lot more - and I liked what I knew. I still didn't fully understand how I could enjoy pain so much and I knew I still had a long way to go. But it was going to be fun getting wherever I was going.

I also knew Billy, Jen, Chris and, should I say it, Linda and I would be very special friends for years to come. I also fully expected and hoped to have Billy as a lover forever. After all, Ms. Baxter and my Mom, that foxy babe, had remained close - much closer than I ever knew - all those years. So I expected pretty much the same with Billy and me. Jen and Chris were a hoot. I knew that the next year for all of us was going to be wonderful.

Boys were important to me. Men even more so. I was now really getting to know the difference. Bill, and Mr. M were men and approached things somewhat differently than all the other boys I knew. Rather than being distressed or depressed by the bi-sexual nature of my recent exploits, I was pleased. Pleased to realize that it didn't bother me. Pleased to know that I didn't really care if it bothered anyone else. I knew both could make me very happy. I was also proud of the fact that both found me attractive. I liked the way I looked. I'd worked hard to look this way and planned to look even better through fitness and style. I wasn't going to be young and wild forever so I determined then that I would work hard to keep it together for as long as I could. Thinking of how my Mom was often approached by men half her age gave me some confidence for the future.

As all these wonderful thoughts buzzed happily in my sleepy head, I could hear the crunch of the gravel under the tires as Ms. Baxter pulled her car into the road leading to the house. We had one day left and then it would all be over and we would be on our way home. And me, to a new life as well. How cool.

"Baby, wake up. We're home," came Billy's soft advice. "Come on, you and Bart can go up to bed for a couple of hours."

"O.K., but what about some breakfast? I'm pretty hungry," I said as I rubbed my eyes and began to stretch, still spread naked across the seat and her lap. Jen and Chris began to stir up front with Ms. Baxter too.

"Tell you what Lani. You go upstairs and get in bed and I'll bring you up some fruit to hold you over. Then we'll all get up, have a real breakfast, hit the surf for a couple of hours and then chill out for the rest of the day. Besides we got to get this place cleaned up and get out of here by six so my Dad can bring his clients up for drinks and dinner." Billy said in the take charge voice I so loved. After all it was the tone that got me here.

"Sure Billy, fine. What about you? Grab something for you to eat too," I replied as I bounded up the stairs pulling Bart by the hand.

"No, I think I'll just stay down here with Latticia and show her around a bit," Billy said coyly.

I just laughed and kept going.

Three steps and a swan dive on to the bed, flipping over on to my back on the bounce and stretching like a cat diagonally across the sheets. God, it felt so great. Bart stood in the door and just watched me.

"Come here," I told him. "Take off all your clothes, come to bed, and whatever you do, don't go to sleep."

In a couple of seconds he had stripped down to a pair of boxers, with a lovely bulge in the front, and sat beside me on the bed awkwardly.

"What gives?" I asked. "I've been naked for the past six or seven hours and you're sitting there in your boxers. I don't think so!" I sprang up and began to pull at his shorts. After a bit of a tussle I had them off and had a firm grip on a very hard cock. I had rolled him over on his back and was sitting atop him and just began to kiss him madly. Without a doubt a week's worth of lust for cock was welling up and taking over. This was great and sure not to be confused with love. I needed to be fucked by a man, and now.

"I just want you to fuck my brains out as hard and as often as you can, and right now," I said with the slyest smile and the hottest look.

He pushed me down onto my back and propped himself up at my side.

"Lani," he said in a near whisper, "what is it about the whipping that is such a turn on for you?"

Touching one finger to his lips I asked him, "Do you want to talk to me, or fuck me? After today you may not see me again for a long time, and when you do I may not be in the mood to be fucked or whipped by you." Then singing the tune from the great Meat Loaf song I asked him, "What's it going to be boy, yes or no?"

Happily he got the idea, and as he moved up on top of me I again grabbed his dick gently and caressed it as it grew even thicker and very hard. I opened my legs wide for him and felt the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy. This was going to be good! He grabbed my hands and swung them over my head pinning them at the wrists to the bed.

"So, do you want me as your lover or your slave girl?"

"How about both?"

"Go for it!"

He did and I helped as I guided his rock hard and pulsing cock towards my wet clit. As he slid into me, I arched to meet him. He felt so good, so strong as he pushed hard into me. I could feel myself opening to welcome him and then squeeze him as hard as I could. Without a word he began to drive - and drive me hard into the bed. I rose to meet him each time and my strength was spurred by his strong thrusts and his rhythmic low groaning to allow me to lift him right off the bed and hold him momentarily in the air before he would begin to pull out and we would meet again so that I would take all of him into me. Feeling his cock slamming well up into me he would whisper "Lani" on each of his pounding drives. What a wonderfully violent and passionate pairing we were. For what seemed like hours we pounded at each other. And he kept my hands imprisoned over my head, just as if he were fucking a tied up slave girl. That night just kept getting better and better.

In some things experience does indeed count. And fucking sure is one of them. Especially when experience is matched with vigor, strength and wild enthusiasm. Not only did I have a series of several great orgasms, but I also learned new positions that I had never even dreamed of, let alone tried. I'd been fucked missionary style, perfect for boys at Pali, a school founded by missionaries; doggy style, and all kinds of sideways. The lap job, rolled up on my shoulders, and in a sort of handstand off the edge of the bed were great and took me to new heights of sexual excitement, abandon and exhaustion. Every time we came I would reach for his cock and soon it would be stiffening all over again. Sometimes I went down on him and tasted my own juices mixing with his. And best of all while I had a good big mouthful of hard cock, Bart's fingers would roam all over me, finding my welts and digging at them, making them burn and sting again. At last I took him all the way in my mouth and just loved the way the thick creamy spunk splashed out so strongly I had to take my mouth away and bathe my face in it instead.

Finally, covered with sweat and almost unable to breathe we surrendered together and collapsed in a heap on the floor next to the bed and fell asleep with me lying on top of him and Bart looking like a man the cops should be drawing a chalk line around. The next thing I heard was Billy sounding like somebody beating on a trashcan.

"Get up you slut. We got to get in a last surf for the week. It's only about two to three feet, but it's glassy and it's getting late. Must be nearly ten."