A SUMMER RAIN
Summer sighed in frustration.
She didn’t know why she kept buying these stupid books, and flung the Romance novel toward the trash.
Her basketball skills were still sharp, and the book vanished into the trash bin with a satisfying swoosh.
Summer lay back on her bed.
With Martin still in the hospital, and her mom working, she had the entire house to herself.
If she were a normal eighteen year old girl, she would invite her boyfriend over to have a little fun. Engage in some of that risky behavior by telling him that no he didn’t need a condom because she was on the pill, even though she wasn’t.
But, she wasn’t normal, and that was the problem.
She knew how she looked: tall, thin, flat chested, with a boyish face.
Pretty much the exact opposite of her mom, who was: short, busty, and had a nice curve to her butt.
Everything Summer wished she could be (well except for being short, maybe).
There would be no big, burley guys banging down her door, wearing down all her sexual repression to the point where it ended in a passionate affair—like in the stupid Romance novels she read.
She was invisible to men.
And, she had done herself no favors either, by shaving the sides of her head.
In her defense, she had modeled her hairstyle on the co-host of Plate Town—a cooking show she happened to be obsessed with.
The co-host of Plate Town was also a red head, and the style looked really good on her.
But, when Summer had gotten her hair styled in the same way, she had been horrified by the result. Now she looked like a complete dyke.
Her mom kept telling her that she’d meet someone, and that the right man would come along, which was easy for her mom to say. Summer had seen how men looked at her mom especially when she worked her shift at the diner.
Had seen the hungry look in men’s eyes as the busty woman in her 40s, with the pretty face, took their orders, or poured them a cup of coffee.
Summer knew that even if, by some miracle, a boy was able to get past all her physical flaws—her stutter would almost certainly turn them off.
The stutter, that horrible stutter, which she had developed after her dad left her mom for a younger woman.
Summer had no idea what her dad had been thinking.
He was married to someone who looked like a porn star, and had left her for a younger woman who wasn’t even that attractive.
Summer lay on her bed.
She had changed when she had come from the hospital, and now wore only a T-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts.
The T-shirt had belonged to her dad, and had cartoon wolf on the front. The shirt hung loose on her, but it was too short, and left her flat belly exposed.
She wore no bra, nor did need one, as she really had nothing to support up front, except a pair of mosquito bite breasts.
She thought of Martin, and how much she had really messed things up with him.
A few months ago, she had been so excited when he first came to stay with them.
Finally, she thought, a boy she could hang out with.
He cousin was even kind of cute.
But, Martin had turned out to be a brooding, sullen teenage, who wouldn’t even look her in the eye.
Summer had no idea, how to act around him.
Most of her knowledge about men came from TV, movies, Romance novels, and the porno tapes she had stolen from her dad.
To his credit, he never made fun of her, and was always patient as she tripped over her words.
And, if she asked him to go to the store or do the dishes, he would do so without complaint.
But, it was just so frustrating.
She wished he would stand up to her.
Tell her to shut up.
Call her a bitch.
Put her in her place.
Dominate her like the men in a Romance novel would do.
Hell, like the men in a porno movie would do.
But, he never would.
Leaving, her a frustrated mix of emotions.
Grateful, that he was kind and considerate on one hand, but resentful that he was such a push over, on the other.
But she couldn’t get him out of her mind.
Especially after seeing his dick hanging out of his hospital gown.
Her hand slid down the front of her shorts, as she thought about his spent cum running the length of his shaft—from whatever he and that little slut, Emily, had done together.
Why her, Summer thought.
Why not me, why not me, why not me, the thought rolling over and over again in her mind, as she teased her clit.
Summer continued to abuse herself, both mentally and physically, until she grabbed the blanket underneath her with her free hand.
“WHY NOT ME!” She screamed, cumming hard, so hard that it left her sweating and shaking on the bed.
Her face burned red.
She turned on her side.
What’s wrong with me? She thought, as she dared not speak it out loud. Thinking of him like that? God, he’s practically my brother.
“J-J-Just a little h-h-harmless f-f-fantasy,” she told herself.
She rolled over onto her back.
Playing with herself, had only made her more horny.
She flopped onto her stomach, and reached under her bed.
It didn’t take long for her fingers to find what she was looking for.
She grabbed it, and pulled it up.
Laying on her back again, she examined her prize—an old battered VHS tape.
She had stolen the tape from her dad about a year ago.
The memory of when and where she had found her dad’s stash of porno tapes was lost to her.
But, she did remember he had a bunch of them—all coverless.
She, also remembered being both fascinated and grossed out by the find. Wondering why her dad needed this stuff, when he had such a beautiful wife.
But her curiosity had been peaked, and she began looking through the box of tapes. The only titles she could remember now were: Big Tit Bimbos and Tiny Chicks for My Big Dick.
The only one she had saved, was the one she held now, Lusty Redheads 4.
It was a four hour compilation (or Cumpilation as it proudly declared on label) of red haired girls being cummed on or cummed in.
Summer had managed to watch about 3 hours of the tape in 10 to 15 minute increments over the last year.
She had even lost her virginity to it, when she shoved a carrot up her pussy, and let out a shrill cry, as she felt something tear inside of her.
She started freaking out, especially when she saw the blood.
Then calmed down, when she realized what had happened—no hymen for her anymore.
Kind of sad to lose it that way, she thought now.
She got up, and with tape in hand, walked downstairs.
Fortunately, her mom was pretty old fashioned, and still hadn’t upgraded to a DVD player yet.
Summer went into the kitchen, and began her ritual.
She opened the fridge, and selected the biggest, fattest carrot she could find.
She took the vegetable to the sink, and then lovingly washed it with warm water.
After that she cut off the point. Having learned her lesson when she had left it on, onetime, and had bled for two days after.
She peeled the vegetable now, until it was nice and smooth, and then washed it again with the same loving care as before.
Her anticipation building, she dried the vegetable off with a paper towel.
She rubbed her legs together, feeling now how wet and horny she was down there.
She sprinkled some salt over the carrot, to remove some of the excuse moisture, so it wouldn’t be so slippery in her hand.
She wrapped her creation in a dish towel, and then set the timer.
Summer let the concoction sit for five minutes— impatiently shifting from one foot to the other.
She had never been so horny in her life. It felt painful, and her pussy ached in want of attention.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the timer went off.
She grabbed her weapon of choice from the towel, and with VHS tape in hand, she bounced into the living room.
But in the living room, she came to a dead stop.
It didn’t feel right to do it here.
A wicked idea came to her then, something that started in the back of her mind, and worked its way up to the forefront of her thoughts.
Do it in Martin’s room.
The idea had never occurred to her before, but in a strange way, it made perfect sense.
He had brought a VCR with him when he moved in.
It was a combo VCR/DVD player, which he watched old movies on.
She rushed upstairs, almost skidding into his room.
Her cousin was compulsively neat, and everything in the room had carefully been put in its place. He had even made his bed.
Summer made a disgusted face, preferring the chaos of her own room.
But, as she stood there, her body began to shake.
Summer didn’t know if this was because she was about to something naughty; or if it was because of how close she felt to him, as she stood surrounded by all his things that he had touched and loved.
Ultimately, it didn’t matter the reason, only the insane, immoral act before her.
Her shorts were already soaked from before, but now they were dripping wet.
These she threw on the bed (marking her territory, she giggled).
Almost as an after thought, she threw her shirt over a chair.
Naked now, she got on her knees, and then pushed the tape into the player.
Summer sat on the edge of the bed, as a woman girl appeared on the TV screen.
The woman wore a very conservative blue dress.
The camera leered at the woman’s rather impressive cleavage, and then slowly panned down.
Summer sighed heavily, as the woman on screen grabbed an enormous cock.
The camera pulled back, and now Summer could see a guy standing behind the woman. He was younger than the woman, which only emphasized that the woman was a motherly figure to him.
He looked tall, with a slight muscular build, and he was completely naked.
The woman licked her puffy lips. She stroked him, even as his pre-cum staining her blue dress.
Summer trembled, as she rubbed the carrot in a circular motion over her clit.
Please, Summer thought, I just want to touch it. To feel it inside of me…
On screen, the girl got on her knees, kissing the tip of the guy’s giant cock.
The kiss soon turned into something more, as she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head.
Just want to taste it, Summer whimpered. Just once. Oh god, please…
On screen, the woman’s bobbed back and forth, but her eyes never averted away from the camera, as she continued to service this god of cock.
“I’ll do anything,” Summer groaned. “Anything. P-P-Please!”
The woman pulled her head back, and the massive cock spilled from her lips. But, a thick layer of spit and cum still connected them.
This, the woman broke, as she ran her tongue across her puffy lips—the concoction spilled all over the front of blue dress.
The woman rose facing the man, an expression of wicked lust all over her face.
Summer moaned at the sight, her play more erratic now, as the carrot slipped in-between her pussy lips.
The guys reached out, and grabbed the woman by her thick, red hair.
In the next second, he violently bent her over a table.
They’re in a kitchen, Summer thought. Her rational mind grasping at the details of the scene.
The guy leered over her, a hungry look in his eyes.
In one quick motion, he hiked her skirt up, exposing the taunt, naked flesh underneath. His hand came down hard, striking her bare ass, causing it to shake.
The woman on screen gasped.
As did Summer.
And then both Summer and the woman licked their lips in anticipation.
The guy held his big, throbbing cock in his hand—his intention clear.
The camera shifted, facing the woman, to capture the moment, as he entered her.
At first she winced in pain, and then her lips pulled back into a smug, satisfied smile.
The camera panned back, as the guy pushed forward. Even with the volume on low, Summer could hear the woman scream.
Summer’s body shook in both anticipation and trepidation.
This part always hurt, even a little, and fleetingly Summer wondered if that’s how it felt with the boys too...
Her friend Alex had mentioned something about that.
Alex had gotten herself a boyfriend a few months ago, but she had been pretty tight lipped about who the boy was.
Alex had even confided that she had had sex.
Summer pressed her friend for all the gory details (while trying not to sound too desperate or creepy).
Summer remembered that Alex had this sort of dazed look on her face when she talk about it.
“It hurt the first time he put it in,” Alex told her. “I was a virgin, you know. But once his thing was inside of me, god, I never wanted something so much. It’s was kind of scary, though, feeling so emotionally vulnerable, like all your feelings were laid bare, but physically it felt so good. You feel this excitement, as you and him try to get yourselves off. Then you do, and it feels so good.”
“D-D-D you guys d-d-do it again?” Summer asked.
Alex’s lips pulled back into a dreamy smile.
“It was even better the second time,” Alex said. “I felt so close to him.”
Summer listened in rapt attention.
“It still hurt, but it was more like a shock, you know. You suddenly have this big, hard thing inside of you, stretching you out.”
“W-W-Wow,” Summer said.
“I know, right,” Alex answered, and then more serious she added, “Sorry I haven’t been around so much. This whole thing is just so new…”
Summer waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. Even though she missed talking with Alex more than her friend knew.
“God Summer,” Alex said, dreamy again. “He’s turned me into such a slut, and I love every minute of it. We do it whenever we can, and it’s agonizing when we can’t.”
Alex turned to your friend.
“But you’ll know,” Alex said. “When it happens to you.”
“Y-y-yeah right,” Summer stammered. “P-P-Probably g-going to die a v-v-v-virgin.”
“I never thought it would happen for me either,” Alex said. “Being so tall and awkward.”
“At l-l-least you have b-b-boobs,” Summer stammered.
“You never know,” Alex said. “There’s a guy out there for you, and it might be the last person you’d ever think about sleeping with. Then you do it, and it’s amazing.”
Alex’s phone buzzed, and Alex pulled it out of her pocket.
“I-I-Is that h-him?” Summer asked. “Your m-m-mystery man.”
The smile on Alex’s face said it all, as she read the text message on her phone.
“I have to go,” she said. “He’s got the whole house to himself, for at least two hours.”
Alex got up, and made a run for it.
She didn’t even look back.
And that was the last time, the two of them, hadn’t really spoken, except for an occasional wave at school.
Back in the present, Summer really couldn’t blame her friend, though.
Summer knew if the roles were reversed—and she was the one with the boyfriend— she’d be fucking him all the time too.
But, as it stood, her boyfriend was a vegetable—literally.
Summer slid the carrot inside of her.
She gasped, as it entered her.
But, Alex had been right, it was more the shock of some foreign object suddenly invading her body than actual pain.
After the shock wore off, her pussy greedily welcomed the invasion with an almost tender care.
She gulped, swallowing spit, but her mouth still felt dry.
And, her breath came out in hot, short little bursts.
In-between her legs, she dripped wet, as her vegetable boyfriend slid in and out of her with relative ease—mimicking the actions on screen.
But, Summer’s efforts hardly came close to what the guy was doing to the woman on the TV.
The guy fucked the woman so hard that her bare ass shook with every thrust.
But she egged him, on screaming, “Right there! Right there!” over and over again.
It couldn’t last though, and the woman was the first to break. Her eyes closed and her face clinched.
She sat up, and pushed him back.
He took the hint, and pulled out.
The camera zoomed in on her pussy, which now opened, and then squirted all over the lens.
Summer groaned, at the sight.
Her own pussy spasmed, as she continued to shove her vegetable boyfriend in and out of her.
On TV, the scene shifted. The guy stood behind the woman now. He kissed the nape of her neck.
His large hands cupping her breasts.
The fabric of woman’s dress barely concealed her modesty.
The woman’s body still shook, and now her lips quivered.
Summer sighed, longing to be touched like that.
In a flash, the guy tore open the front of the woman’s dress.
Both Summer and the woman on screen gasped at the same time.
The woman out of surprise.
Summer out of amazement.
The woman didn’t have tits, she had mountains.
She stepped out of her torn dress, and then pressed her naked body against his.
Summer cried out.
The woman looked so beautiful. No wonder this guy was so hard, how could he not be?
This was the woman, Summer had always wanted to be, and should have been.
The woman took charge now, and kissed the guy on the lips, and then slowly worked her way down, until she was again on her knees—in worship of his cock.
She pushed her breasts up (God, they looked so heavy and full, Summer thought).
His cock might have been massive, but it proved no match for her breasts.
The guy gritted his teeth, as she squeezed breasts together, swallowing his cock whole.
He now grunted, as she heaved her breasts up and down, and all the while, she wore a satisfied smile on her lips.
Soon, she let her breasts fall, releasing him.
Cum dripped from his the tip of his cock.
She licked her lips.
Her tongue darted forward, licking the tip, and then tickling the shaft.
She finished with a kiss.
Her lips sealing around his cock head, and then drank him in.
She stood, and playfully pushed him back into the chair.
Summer whimpered. Any minute now, she was going to pop, but continued to poke and prod herself furiously.
On screen, the woman sat in the guy’s lap, and then reached behind her.
The woman had dropped all pretense of polite society, and the face she wore appeared to be one of total, all consuming lust.
She grabbed his cock, and in one quick motion, shoved it in her pussy.
And once inside, she became an animal.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed over and over again, losing control in the heat of the act. Riding him furiously, her mountainous tits bouncing up and down for the pleasure of the camera.
The stained look on the guy’s face, signaled that he was holding back, but also that wasn’t going to last much longer.
In one, last, desperate act, he grabbed the woman by the hips, and thrust hard and fast from below.
The woman screamed, at this sudden change of pace.
The scream soon died down to a low, animistic whimper.
They were both shaking.
Their bodies nearing the tipping point.
Summer could barely keep her grip on the carrot anymore, as her hands were shaking too much.
In a last ditch effort, she pulled the carrot out, hearing it roll onto the floor.
Her thin body still trembled. She wanted to cry out, but found could not, as her cries stuck in her throat.
All at once, her body spasmed, forcing her legs open, while at the same time her hips bucked.
Now, she screamed, as her pussy erupted, squirting her juices all over the TV screen.
Summer had timed it just right.
The guy’s dick popped out of the woman’s pussy, and shooting out a geyser of seed, as load after load covered the woman’s stomach and breasts.
“What’s happening,” Summer cried, losing her stutter, as her body continued to convulse.
Rather than offer any sort of relief, all her climax did was to send her pussy into overdrive.
Summer crawled ass backwards onto the bed, and then flopped on to the mattress.
She jammed a hand down, and furiously rubbed her clit.
The next scene on the TV appeared showing a tall skinny girl playing with herself in the shower, until a man— also tall and skinny— began playing with her instead.
Summer moaned, but not in pleasure.
Her moans were short and desperate, as she continued to play with herself.
She writhed on the bed, the blanket and sheet tangling underneath her.
When her hand began to cramp up, she switched to the other, but there was still no relief in sight.
Her pussy showed her no mercy.
It was only when she was on the verge of passing out that her body finally relented.
Summer savagely bucked her hips, as if she were the one getting fucked, and not the girl on the TV screen.
Then relief, merciful relief, as she let out a long, throaty moan signally her ordeal had finally come to an end.
Panting, Summer lay on the bed.
She could feel her warm, sticky cum running down her legs, and dripping onto the bedding underneath.
“J-J-Jesus,” she cried, finding her voice for moment.
It had never been that intense before.
Was it because she was in Martin’s room? Could feel his presence? Smell a faint trace of him in the air?
Or, was it all these things, and the sheer naughtiness of what she had done?
Wanting him to catch her naked now in his bed?
She wanted him.
Hungered for his touch—in the way only a man could touch a woman.
“You don’t need to go to that slut down the road,” she said out loud, imaging she was having a conversation with him.
“I can give you what you want, what you need, what your desire, and I’ll never deny you.”
Now, she imagined that he had caught her playing with herself while watching porn—every man’s fantasy, right?
“You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever perverted thing you dream up, I’ll do it. Humiliate me. Use me. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me!”
She fell silent.
She lay on the bed, and suddenly felt very confused.
What had come over her?
And strangest of all, she realized she hadn’t stutter at all, not once.
“C-c-crazy,” she said now, her stutter coming back with a vengeance.
“H-h-he won’t h-have a-anything to d-d-do w-w-with me,” she stammered. “I-I-I was a complete b-b-bitch to him.”
“That’s because you wanted to get him angry, so he’d fuck the bitch right out of you.”
Summer covered her mouth with her hands.
No stammer again, and her voice sounded different—bitcher.
She sat up, folding her arms across her chest. She did this to protect her modesty, not that she had much to hide.
Summer quickly scanned the room.
No one here, but herself.
“C-c-crazy,” she stammered again, but quitter this time, almost a whisper.
She switched off the TV, just as the skinny girl on screen was getting fucked from behind for a second time.
An awkward silence followed, Summer began to feel out of place in her cousin’s room, as if she were some sort of burglar.
They were almost exact opposites of each other.
His room was full of books, mostly paperback and comic books, and old horror movies.
Her room, by contrast, was spare, excerpt for a closet full of dresses, which she wore to look more feminine (not that it helped much).
She really didn’t know her cousin very well at all, if she were being honest.
Her eyes lit upon his backpack, where she saw a piece of paper sticking out of the top.
Her curiosity aroused, Summer grabbed the paper—hoping to learn all his secrets.
Instead she read,
Your scars show on the outside, but mine run deep on the inside…
The rest appeared to be some sort of sapping love poem about that slut, Emily.
“Why here,” Summer cried. “I-I’m r-r-right here.”
Summer eye’s drifted up to the the upper right hand corner of the page. There, she saw, that this was an assignment for Ms. Gillespie’s class.
Summer made a disgusted face.
Now, she understood.
It was that stupid love poem assignment.
Summer couldn’t even remember what she had written, when she had taken the class last year. It had either been about Gordon, the host of Plate Town; or Alex’s brother, who all the girls had a crush on last year.
A more chilling thought tormented her now.
Was she going to end up like Ms. Gillespie?
Some horny old hag, forever chasing after high school boys, and too delusional to realize that all the boys were disgusted by her.
Or, more chilling, end up like one of those Feminist chicks up at the university, with brightly colored hair. Always shouting about how much they hated men, and yet were secretly into rough sex and BDSM.
Neither prospect exactly thrilled her.
But, both were very much in the realm of possibility.
Truth be told, she liked dick (at least she thought she did). She also very much wanted a man to fuck her, and would probably marry, or get pregnant by, the first guy that slept with her.
All and all, not exactly a bright future lay ahead.
“You may not have a bright future, but you can have an exciting one.”
The voice again. Her own, and yet more cruel, more sinister.
Hearing it, left Summer feeling both scared and confused.
That is until a wicked idea filled her mind.
She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand, and grinned.
She rushed to her room.
Still naked, she sat down at her computer.
She quickly retyped the entire poem. It was only a page, and it didn’t take long.
She left off the assignment info, and then skimmed through the lines of poem.
Her eyes rested on the line:
My pain is great, and the only relief I feel is my love for you.
Summer changed this line to:
My pain is great, and the only relief I feel is between your legs.
Summer laughed at this, and then went through the rest of the poem, spicing it up, to the point where it became pornographic.
She ended it by putting Martin’s name at the button, so that there would be no doubt about the author.
She hit printed, and kept hitting print until the printer ran out of ink.
A voice at the back of head goaded her on.
“Do this,” it told her, “and you will have what you desire.”
Summer gathered all the papers up, and shoved them into the big purse she used for school.
Her grin grew wider, excited about what would happen next.
All she knew for sure, was that her cousin was going to have one hell of a welcome when he came back to school tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED...