It Was the End of Summer

"Which is it, player?" Marcellus asked. "One ounce or two?"

"How much will it cost?" David asked.

"Since you're baby cuz's friends, I'll give you two ounces for 800 bucks."

"800," David said. "I've never paid that much for weed before."

"Shit I got is Chronic, man. You want some of that ditch weed you're probably used to smoking, you got to call someone else cause I don't sell that shit."

"I don't know, dude," David said. "How can I be sure it's so good? Weed's weed."

Dana Lee rolled her eyes and said, "Fuck, Doofy. You've got to be the dumbest smart kid I've ever fucking known." She turned to Marcellus. "Let me see what you got."

At her request, Marcellus produced a clear plastic bag filled with one ounce of product and extended his sinewy arm out to Dana Lee for her to examine what he was selling. She opened up the bag and pulled out a clump of weed and held it up. "See this, Doofy? See these little red hairs, and how it looks like it's sprinkled with crystals? And feel how sticky it is?"

David took the clump she'd handed him and after a brief examination said, "Yeah. So fucking what?"

She rolled her eyes again before looking at Marcellus and saying, "And he's the one with the 130 IQ." Then she turned back to David. "That means the shit is chronic. Just like he said. Shit like that sells for 500 bucks an ounce. Easy, bro. Real fucking easy."

"Bitch knows her weed, baby cuz," Marcellus said to Terrance.

David looked at his sister with renewed respect. "How the fuck did you know all that?"

Dana Lee shrugged. "Amy taught me. Pay the man so we can smoke up."

David hesitated. "I've only got 500. You got any money?"

"You know I blew my whole savings and maxed out my Visa too putting the Cobra in the shop."

David looked at Marcellus and said, "I don't suppose you'd sell me two ounces for 500."

The gang-banger shook his head and said, "Nope. I'm already giving you a deal. I'll sell you one ounce though. Give me the 500."

"You mean 400."

"Did I say 400?"

"No," David said. "But if you were going to sell me two ounces for 800, I just figured."

Marcellus interrupted, "Don't start figuring, boy. And don't try me. You want two ounces, I'll take 800. You only want one ounce, then it's 500."

David started to speak, but Terrance held his hand up and shook his head. David sealed his lips, but steamed inwardly. Before anyone else could speak Dana Lee offered a solution. "What if we were to negotiate a trade?"

"What trade?" Marcellus said.

"You sell him one ounce for 500 bucks, and I'll suck your dick for the other ounce."

David, Todd and Terrance felt their jaws drop to their chests. Marcellus merely smiled, revealing a single gold tooth, as he said, "You want an ounce of my weed for a blow job?"

"Seems fair to me," she said.

"Ain't no blow job worth an ounce of my weed," Marcellus said as he laughed.

Undeterred, Dana Lee asked, "What did you have in mind then?"

"For an ounce of my weed," he said. "I want mouth and pussy. Maybe even ass."

"Okay," she said.

Marcellus looked her over closely before saying, "You for reals?"

As an answer, Dana Lee slowly lifted her tee shirt over her head and dropped it to the carpet. As Marcellus eyed her lean, shapely figure and neatly trimmed blonde bush, she said, "This real enough for you?"

Marcellus looked and Terrance and said, "You cool with this T?"

Terrance knew it was too late to put the genie back in the bottle, and he didn't want to cross his cuz, so he grinned and said, "Let's fuck her."

Before the words were even completely out of Terrance's mouth, Dana Lee was dropping to her knees and undoing Marcellus' belt. As soon as she'd unbuttoned his fly and pulled down the zipper, his cock popped out from the hole in his boxers, and Dana Lee slowly slid her lips over the head and softly sucked it as she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his cock with the other.

As she massaged Marcellus' balls, she slowly twirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Then she began to suck a little bit harder and twirled her tongue a little bit faster and more and more of his cock slid into her mouth until his entire penis had disappeared from view. She softly worked his cock with her tongue and lips as she continued to massage his hairy balls with both hands. Marcellus gasped and put his right hand on the back of Dana Lee's head and began move his shaft in and out as he thrust his hips in time with the movement of her mouth up and down the length of his member.

Marcellus was now thoroughly satisfied that he was gonna get his money's worth, so he reached into his back pocket and pulled out another one-ounce bag of Chronic and tossed it to David. "That'll be 500 dollars, boy." David fetched his wallet from the counter and dug out all of his cash and handed it over.

While Marcellus counted the money, David was looking down at his beautiful sister slobbering all over the gang-banger's deep black cock. David felt his cock beginning to swell, but Terrence said, "Hey, David. Why don't you load up your bong for us? If you can pry your eyes off your sister, that is."

David grunted in frustration, not wanting to miss a moment of the action, but then he saw Marcellus giving him the evil eye, so he ran up the stairs with both bags of weed.

Once he was out of sight, Marcellus caught Dana Lee's blue eyes. "That dumb cracka your brother?" She nodded on his cock, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. He laughed, saying, "Oh, snap!" Then Marcellus noticed that the fat white boy was pointing a camera his way. "Yo, what the fuck?"

Terrance said, "It's okay, cuz. We're just making a little private porno."

"Well okay, just don't upload this shit. I don't need no hassle with my probation officer. Fucker's on me like white on rice."

Todd nodded and kneeled, aiming the camera at Dana Lee's adorable face as she bobbed forward and back on the thug's gleaming black cock, her lithe neck moving with feline grace.

After only a couple of minutes, Marcellus was grunting and Dana Lee was clamping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking voraciously as he began to shoot his load down the back of her throat. Spurred on by the taste of his sweet semen, Dana Lee continued sucking through the entire blast and kept sucking until she'd swallowed every last drop that leaked from the tip of Marcellus' penis.

When he finally stepped back and pulled his black cock from her mouth, she gripped it with one hand and examined to see if there was any residual cum. As soon as she saw another drop of sperm forming from the hole at the tip of his cock, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked for another 30 seconds just to be sure she'd swallowed every drop.

Marcellus actually felt a little light-headed as he turned to Terrance and said, "Damn, T. I haven't had my dick sucked like that since I got out of prison."

"She's the best, cuz," Terrance agreed. "Let's get her in bed and fuck her right."

As Marcellus took Dana Lee's hand to help her up, he looked at Todd, who was still holding the camera, and said, "Sweet. Bring that upstairs and get this fuck on tape. It's going to be epic."

CHAPTER 12 -- FLORIDA SPRINGS BIBLE CAMP

The moment Pastor Scott came in Christian's mouth, he felt a heavy darkness descending over his heart like a smothering blanket. Oh, Lord... what have I done?

Alyson saw the dramatic change it the Pastor's body language. Wow... I know that feeling. Regret. The morning after she'd messed around with Amy, she'd woken up mired in shame, depressed by the knowledge that the thing she feared most, namely that she was a lesbian, was now officially true. It had been such a disturbing experience that she still hadn't fully embraced her lesbian identity. She saw a similar struggle in the Pastor's expression, and knew that he was on the verge of a breakdown, that would cause him to run away and wallow in regret. That was never her intention, so she knew she had to act fast.

Alyson got up, kneeled on the pew next to the Pastor, and pulled his hands gently from his face, while turning his head to look at her. His eyes were boiling over with tears. The moment she established eye contact she firmly said, "Stop, Pastor Scott and accept. This is who you are. This is who we are. We're sinners, perhaps, but Jesus loves us and forgives us. That's what you're always saying. And it's true. He forgives us because we're good people. We don't kill. We don't rob. We don't steal. We don't hurt people. We just love each other, and tonight we're just giving each other pleasure. Free, independent adults, with joy in our hearts, making the most of the bodies that God gave us, using them to make each other happy. What's so terrible about that?"

Pastor Scott took in the beautiful, glowing smile on Alyson's face. She made sin sound so good. So decent. So normal. She pulled him back from the brink of depression, and slowly a smile crept up the corners of his cheeks.

Alyson kissed him on the forehead. "That's right, Pastor Scott. You're a good man. Just look at the joy you've given Christian tonight. Just look at him."

He followed her gaze and looked down at the beautiful blonde boy, who was continuing to gobble his cock, even though it was quite floppy now. Christian seemed utterly content and happy.

Alyson gently petted Christian's curly blonde head. "Just look at him. He's lived his whole life with this aching need... this crazy, irrational need to have a man's cock in his mouth... to swallow a man's sperm. And all his life people have been screeching from the pulpit that it's the most abominable sin imaginable. Worse than war. Worse than racism. Worse than prejudice. But does Christian look evil to you? He looks like an angel to me, sucking his first cock. Sucking your cock. Look at his pretty lips sliding up and down your shaft. Look how you're growing again in his loving mouth."

Pastor Scott groaned. She was right. He could feel blood surging into his cock again, making it grow long and hard in the boy's soft mouth. Oh hell... this is wrong. So wrong. But why? Who are we hurting? She's right... Christian looks happy. He wanted it. I wanted it. We all wanted it. Why should I feel so damned ashamed?

Christian looked up, only dimly aware that they were talking about him. He saw their eyes looking down at him with tearful intensity. He pulled back and said, "What?"

Alyson giggled. "We were just admiring you, Christian. You look so content."

Christian blushed, then he looked at the Pastor, "Thank you, Pastor Scott. Thank you. I was never a hundred percent sure I was gay. But now I am. I love sucking your cock. I love it!" Then he bent over and wrapped his lips around Pastor Scott's balls and slurped them into his mouth while stroking his shaft. Then he kissed his way inch by inch back up to the top before engulfing it again.

Alyson watched for a while, though in truth, watching two men sucking cock was of limited appeal, so she looked upward, meeting Kamela's Hawaiian eyes again. The beautiful girl had pulled back a bit, and was now peering through the choir loft railing. From her movements, it looked as if she was still masturbating though. Alyson wasn't sure what to do about Kamela. If Pastor Scott found out she was up there, he might just stop everything. She didn't want to mess things up until Christian had truly lost his virginity once and for all.

Alyson felt the Pastor put an arm around her back and pull her in close. She turned to say something, but his lips met hers. She didn't intend to kiss him, but once it started, she didn't fight, because it wasn't entirely unpleasant. His moustache was a lot softer than she imagined it would be, so she let him kiss her for a while. But when his tongue started to penetrate her lips she turned her head and said, "Christian, why don't you stand up for a minute?"

Christian looked up from slurping the Pastor's cock, a bit disappointed at being interrupted. But he'd trusted Alyson's instincts so far tonight, and things had gone better than he could have ever hoped, so he stood up. Then Alyson pulled him closer so he was standing right in front of Pastor Scott.

Alyson whispered in Pastor Scott's ear, while nibbling it, "It's time for you to taste Christian's cock." The Pastor hesitated, so she reached for Christian's waistband, and pulled his shorts down, exposing a sleek, five-inch cock.

The Pastor was thrilled at the sight. Although Christian's cock was several inches shorter than his own, it looked absolutely perfect on his narrow waist. And it was so smooth and straight, it could have been carved out of alabaster. It was like a beautiful sculpture. And it was so erect that it was pointing up at a 45-degree angle. Alyson wrapped her right hand around it and aimed it at the Pastor. At the same time, she put her left hand on the Pastor's shoulders and pushed him gently forward. The Pastor opened his mouth, and let Christian's cock slide all the way to the back of his throat, until his moustache was entangled with Christian's wispy blonde pubes. Then he began to slowly arc his head forward and back, gulping the head of Christian's cock. Oh God, this is so good... and so bad. I'm sucking a student's cock... an eighteen-year-old student's cock! Forgive me Lord, but I fucking love sucking cock!

Alyson watched, but cocked her head so she could listen to the telltale sounds of Kamela slapping her wet little pussy up in the choir loft. Alyson whispered so only the boys could hear her, "I'm just going to the little girl's room. Don't stop. Be right back." But she could tell that they barely noticed her leave, so engrossed they were in what they were doing. Christian dug his fingers into Pastor Scott's dark, manly hair, and started fucking that handsome face with a vengeance.

Alyson went into the hall, but walked past the restroom to the Sacristy, then quietly crept up the little staircase to the choir loft. As she came through the trap door, she saw Kamela straight ahead, lying on her side, with her torso turned toward the railing. Her beautiful, fleshy bottom was bare, because she'd pulled her shorts and panties pulled down around one of her ankles. Then the cute Hawaiian girl opened her shapely legs, giving Alyson a stunning view of her hairy snatch, which was glistening with juices as she swirled her clit with her fingers. Though her pussy lips were a lovely chocolate brown, her tunnel was bubblegum pink, and simply delicious to behold. The sight made Alyson almost faint with lust. She had no idea if Kamela was into chicks or not, but right now she just didn't care.

Alyson crawled out of the trap door slowly, stealthily, like a jungle cat. Her eyes were locked on Kamela's flower petals, as she prowled closer and closer, drawn like a magnet to that lovely slit, which was dripping with juices. As Alyson got closer she could smell the girl's pungent sex, which made her drool with lust. Kamela was still wearing a pair of adorable penny loafers, and her panties and shorts were dangling from one ankle. Alyson licked her lips, and quietly crawled between Kamela's beautiful brown legs.

Honey was so intent on watching the scene below, she didn't have a clue that Alyson was so near. The sight of Pastor Scott's mouth wrapped around Christian's beautiful cock was something she'd never dreamed in a million years she'd ever see, much less that she'd enjoy seeing. But now that it was happening, it was utterly amazing to watch. The Pastor was moving with such purposeful motions, it was obvious that he was just as expert at sucking cocks as he was at sailing boats, building fires and chopping down trees. In fact, Honey was taking mental notes on his methods, trying to learn from the master. She took her hand from her pussy for a moment, to tweak her nipples. But almost immediately, she felt a flash of pleasure from her pussy, almost as if someone else was touching her down there. Then she felt something soft and delicate brushing against the inside of her thighs.

She looked down, but the last thing on earth she expected to see was Alyson's emerald eyes looking right back at her from between her legs. Oh shit! She's licking my pussy! Honey gasped and jerked back, but Alyson grabbed her thighs with a powerful grip and held her tight as she dove face first into Honey's brown bush. Kamela wanted to shout, Wait! I'm not a dyke!! But she was afraid Pastor Scott might hear, so she put her hand against Alyson's head, intending to push her away, but then she felt a tsunami of pleasure crashing into the shore of her senses, obliterating everything else. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Not even close. Honey flopped flat on her back, stuffing her fist into her mouth to stifle a scream, as her thighs began to twitch like crazy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as the heavens opened wide and a choir of angels began to sing the hallelujah chorale.

Alyson was in a haze of lust, tasting the second pussy of her life, though it seemed crazy that of all the hotties in camp, she'd ended up playing with this particular girl. Oh, she'd admired Kamela's curvy, voluptuous body, of course, but only from afar. Kamela tended to be catty and distant with girls, and had an ego as big as the Everglades, a trait that only a horny boy could find charming. But none of that changed the fact that Kamela's pussy was absolutely delicious. And it was so unlike Amy's pussy, Alyson could hardly believe it. For one thing, Amy was cleanly shaven, but Kamela wasn't even trimmed. Her bush was dense and furry, but silky soft. And her pussy lips were much fatter and flowerier than Amy's much more elegant design. The shapes of Kamela's pussy were wonderfully complex and fleshy, and felt so much fun on Alyson's tongue and lips.

But most wonderful of all, Kamela's pussy tasted completely different. Amy's pussy was spicy and tangy; perhaps the result of her heavy drug-use and macro-biotic diet, but Kamela's pussy was sweet and fruity. As Alyson slurped and swallowed the copious juices flowing from Kamela's honey pot, she realized what she tasted like. Pineapple! She tastes like pineapple! No, it must be my imagination. Then Alyson remembered that some of the girls jokingly called her 'pineapple eater', because she insisted on serving barbecued pineapple with every meal, just so she could gorge on it herself. It was such a silly cliché that Alyson assumed it wasn't true until she saw Kamela eating a whole platter full of the stuff. She must have eaten a lot of it in the last week, because her pussy was absolutely delicious!

As Kamela quivered through her orgasm, Alyson collected a mouthful of the tasty nectar, then swallowed it down, licked her lips, and leaned in for more, slurping it up greedily. She stuck her tongue deep between Kamela's pussy lips, discovering that the Hawaiian girl still had an intact hymen. It had a ragged hole in it, perhaps the result of vigorous masturbation, or from the use of tampons. But she's still technically a virgin... just like me!

Honey collapsed with relief as the most powerful wave of her orgasm storm receded. She'd never felt anything like it in her life. As she started going through the aftershocks, she felt Alyson reaching up under her shirt, to squeeze one of her breasts through her bra. Oh fuck. A girl is squeezing my tit. I must be a dyke, because I like how it feels. I should tell her to stop... but fuck it. Then Honey unsnapped the hook in the front center of her bra, so Alyson could have complete access.

Alyson kept gently tonguing the Hawaiian girl's clit, giving her little ripples and aftershocks, as her hand explored the fleshy shapes of Kamela's impressive tits. They were softer than Alyson's, and her nipples felt much larger. When she sensed Kamela was past her orgasm, she crawled up, pushing Kamela's yellow shirt up, so she could feast her eyes on those amazing double D's in the dim light. She cupped them in both hands, impressed by their amazing roundness and malleability. Kamela's areolas were much larger than her own. They were probably two inches in diameter, and oval in shape, and a deep chocolate brown that faded slightly around the edges instead of the razor sharp transition on her own areolas. They were utterly beautiful, and at the center of each sat a perfect, fat nipple that just begged to be suckled. So Alyson leaned forward and slurped Kamela's nipples into her mouth one after the other, feeling them grow and harden in her mouth. Then she began to nibble them like the rare delicacies they were.