Gary’s funeral was over. It ended with a powerful eulogy from his oldest son. He talked about taking his parents to Europe a few months ago and how it profoundly changed his dad's view of the world. As he walked along the streets of Paris, Berlin, and London, Gary saw that the world was bigger and more beautiful than the city he had lived in his entire life and that the planet didn’t revolve around the red, white, and blue flag that waved all across our nation. I teared up because it sounded like Gary matured before he passed away.

Jake Riddle, a guy from my graduating class, stopped me as I was walking to my rental car in the parking lot. Jake was one of Gary’s crew back in high school, which meant he and I barely talked.He mentioned that around seven, everyone from Livonia Stevenson was going to get together at the Stables Bar & Grill, and it would be cool if I showed up. After telling him I would try to make it, he mentioned that Kimberly Crane would be there. I knew I had to go.

I still get goosebumps thinking about the last time I saw Kimberly. I was dropping her off at LAX after we spent an orgasmic weekend at the Chateau Marmont. She was crying in the front seat of my 1992 blue Honda Accord. She hugged me as she said, “If you ask me to stay, I’ll stay.” Though it was probably for the best, telling her to go home and get married was the hardest thing I ever did.

I chose not to attend the burial; instead, I returned to my hotel and took a nap for the next several hours. For the first time in a long time, I dreamt of Kimberly and imagined scenarios if I asked her to stay. In one scenario, she joined me in the adult film industry, while in another, she persuaded me to leave that career path and pursue higher education, ultimately becoming a lawyer. In that scenario we led a normal life with a lovely house and three kids. When I woke up, the thought of that seemed like a dream come true.

After showering and putting on jeans and a comfortable shirt, I headed out to the Stables Bar & Grill around seven-thirty at night. If I stayed in Michigan and attended university, this would be one of the bars I’d visit whenever I was home. Because I moved out west after graduation, I felt no connection to the place. In fact, the only thing I know about it is that it was called Stables because the now-closed stables for the old Livonia horse track used to be nearby.

When I left in June 1987, Metro Detroit was full of tracks for horse betting. There was one in Hazel Park and another in Northville, but according to my old K-Mart buddy Howie Dean, the best was the Detroit Race Track near I-96 and Middlebelt. He claimed that because most of the times he went there, he won. Almost every Sunday morning as we were getting ready to open the store, he’d brag about his winnings, but on the mornings after he lost, he’d beg all of his co-workers to loan him some money.

When I started at K-Mart, Howie and I would go out at night and collect shopping carts. As we walked around the building grabbing stray carts, he would share his life advice and knowledge. He would say things like, “If you ever take a girl to a drive-in, you’ll always get a handy. And the only real bulge women want to see is the one in your wallet.” Since he was in his early thirties and selling stereos at a discount store, I thought he had life all figured out. As I got older, I realized that he didn't have it all figured out.

I arrived at Stables a little bit after seven. The first thing I noticed when I entered the establishment was Ernie Holt sitting at the bar sipping on a beer. He was still really thin; however, he looked older, had a pissed-off look on his face, and had a huge bald spot on the back of his head. He would have looked better if he had shaved off all of his hair and gone bald with dignity instead of maintaining the illusion that he still had hair.

My plan was to avoid him and grab a table in the back of the bar and wait for Kimberly’s eventual arrival. However, he saw me as I tried to scurry away and drunkenly yelled out, “Ladies and gentlemen, Tommy Mitchell, the pride of Livonia Stevenson, has finally come home. Why don’t you get your ass over here and buy your old friend a drink?”

“Hello, Ernie,” I said as I sat down next to him. “How are you?”

“Unlike you, I contributed to society,” he sneered. “I made a difference. I helped make Ford’s cars and trucks better, while you just fucked your life away.”

After ordering a beer for Ernie and a lemonade for myself, he continued saying, “At the University of Michigan I could never watch porn because I was afraid I’d see you getting your mutated meat in action. You ruined high school, college, and porn for me.”

As I sipped my drink, I joked, “I thought somebody like you would be out partying every night instead of sitting in a dorm room wanking it to dirty movies.”

“Ha!” he said as he slammed his beer. “The girls there were bitches; they didn’t appreciate a man of my intellectual superiority.”

“Maybe they didn’t like you because you’ve been an arrogant asshole your entire life,” I replied before asking the waitress for another lemonade.

“Fuck you, Tommy Rodz,” he shouted. “I am not an arrogant asshole. Not back then, and not today. I graduated tenth in my class and was welcomed at Ford Motor Company with a paycheck for $50,000 a year, a company car, and a company credit card. My future was so bright, and no one wanted to share it with me. Why? Because I stayed in every night studying and never went out.”

“That sounds sad,” I replied. “I heard that university is where you’re supposed to find yourself and have fun.”

“What would you know about college?” he asked after finishing his beer. “The closest you ever got to it was in the movie “Fraternity Beaver Hunt. Unlike you, I knew what I wanted to be since I was seven years old. I wanted to be an engineer at Ford, just like my dad and grandpa.”

“How’s that working out for you?” I asked as I ordered him another beer.

Ernie looked at me as his upper lip curled in anger, and he started huffing so hard I imagined smoke firing out of his nostrils. Before he grabbed the beer, he snarled, “They laid me off in June of 2022.”

“That sucks,” I said compassionately. 

“No duh,” he replied. “I’ve been out of work for ten months, and I don’t need your fucking pity. All I need is for General Motors or Chrysler to take a chance on me and give me a job instead of one of those Gen Z assholes straight out of college.”

I sat there silently as he continued to vent. He continued going on about the auto industry and considered him irrelevant because as a manager he expected his team to do all the work, especially on projects where he never bothered to stay up-to-date with the programs. Eventually, his team members began receiving promotions, and as budgets continued to shrink, Ford viewed him as a relic from the past and let him go.

“You don’t have to worry about things like that,” he sneered. “The great Tommy Rodz not only gets paid to fuck, but he owns fifty percent of a small media empire. How the fuck does someone like you have the kind of success that I deserved?”

“Just lucky,” I guess as I tried to defuse the situation. “You hated Gary Mertes even more than I did; why are you here?”

“I don’t give a fuck about Gary Mertz,” Ernie said in a hushed tone" “I’m only here to see if Jade Lin shows up.”

“I hate to break it to you,” I replied. “She’s currently a mathematics professor at Stockholm University and had no plans of returning to Michigan for a funeral.”

“You still talk to her?” he asked.

“I do,” I replied.

“Does she ever ask about me?” he .

“At graduation she told me that she was so happy that she would never have to talk to you again,” I replied. The stunt you pulled at prom really freaked her and most of the girls in our class out. So the answer to your question is no.”

Ernie just sat there for a minute before he said, “You could have just lied to me and told me she did. But no, you have to ruin everything. You ruined my chances with Jade. You ruined my chances with Mieke. And every time I swallow, I can still taste your jizz in my mouth.”

This definitely needs some explaining. During the summer of 1986, I was trying to forget that my dad’s trial was supposed to start towards the end of August. I was also dealing with the ramifications of getting Jane pregnant. When her mom saw the positive pregnancy test on her dresser, she drove her to get an abortion herself and then put her on a Greyhound to Birmingham, Alabama, to go live with her grandmother. I was devastated, not because she was sent away, but because I wasn’t the father. Yes, we had an open relationship. Yes, we both fucked other people. And yes, I was jealous of all the other guys who intimately knew her.

However, I wasn’t jealous of all the guys who fucked Kimberly Crane. For some reason it excited me. There were nights I would lay in her bed, and she would jerk me off as she shared her ribald adventures with me. And she loved it when i would finger fuck as I told her mine. My relationship with Kimberly strengthened during Jane's absence. She would feed my cock, sixteen-year-old virgins, to satisfy their sexual curiosity and the joy I got from deflowering them. She also derived joy from sharing me with other women, especially ones that had no idea what I was packing. Seeing their reactions to it really turned her on.

Since we were on summer vacation, we thought we’d have plenty of time to have fun, but being a teenager was expensive, so both of us were working full-time summer jobs. I was still at K-Mart working every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from seven to four, and every Sunday from nine to six. Kimberly worked from Monday to Friday, from nine to five, at Merry-Go-Round, a trendy clothing store at Twelve Oaks Mall. This was her first job apart from babysitting, and she was loving it. She enjoyed the fact that she got to dress slutty and wear short skirts and tank tops, which not only shined the spotlight on her petite 5'2" body, 34B breasts, and amazing ass. If her beautiful permed brown hair, smile, and dimples couldn’t convince you to buy something, when she bent over and male customers caught a glimpse of her tush, they would hand her their credit cards and buy whatever she recommended.

On Friday, July 25th, 1986, instead of driving home after my shift, I drove to the mall where Kimberly worked to pick her up. Her parents didn't trust her with a car after she crashed the Volvo they had given her for her sweet sixteen. She had the vehicle for ten months when she ran a stop sign and didn’t see the car that she rammed into. Kimberly emerged unharmed, while the other person broke some ribs after their chest slammed into the steering wheel. Normally her mom would be the one to chauffeur her back and forth, but on this day she and her husband were preparing for a party, so Kimberly batted her pretty eyes and asked me to do it.

Since traffic was light, I got there around 4:30 PM. As I walked into the mall, I saw something that made me question reality. I saw Ernie Holt walking with a girl while holding her hand. This girl was stunning. She stood about 5’7, weighed around 122 lbs., had long auburn hair, and had a stunning 32B-22-34 figure. To be fair, she looked like she’d rather be with anyone else, but it appeared that he was walking her around the mall to make it look like he had a girlfriend.

I had a bewildered look on my face as I walked into Merry-Go-Round. Kimberly was standing at the counter, talking to Kelly, her manager. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white t-shirt that featured Madonna on the front. Her eyes lit up when she saw, and she immediately ran from behind the counter and straight into my arms. After giving me a giant smooch on my lips, she laughingly said, “Why do you look like you saw a ghost?”

“I saw something scarier,” I replied. “I saw Ernie Holt dragging a girl around by the hand. Did his mom buy him a girlfriend?”

“No,” she said, laughing. “That’s Mieke Diijk; she’s a seventeen-year-old exchange student from Amsterdam who’s living with Ernie and his family until next June. And yes, he is holding her hostage.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, laughing.

“Simple, she told me as she was trying on clothes,” Kimberly said. “Get this Ernie goes everywhere she goes, and acts super possessive.”

“Well, she is kind of hot,” I replied.

“I know,” she said with a mischievous smile. “That’s why we’re going on a double “date” with them after I get off.”

“Why would we do that?” I exclaimed. 

“Trust me,” she replied. “It’ll be a lot of fun. Speaking of fun, I think you need a new pair of jeans.”

She bent over and gave me the perfect view of her red thong and ass as she grabbed some black jeans off the bottom shelf. She then stood back up and showed me them as she said, “Did you see something you like?”

“Yes,” I replied as I put my arms around her and grabbed her ass.

“I was talking about the pants,” she laughed as she used her left hand to pry away mine. “Would you like to try them on?”

“Of course,” I said as she held my hand and whisked me away to a dressing room.

Once inside, and after locking the door, she threw the pants on the bench and started passionately kissing me. After several long seconds of playing tonsil hockey, she said, “You’re making me so hot.”

Kimberly then got on her knees and started unbuttoning my pants as she said, “Before you try on the new ones, we need to take off the old ones.”

As she pulled them and my underpants down, my hard thirteen and a half inch cock slapped her in the face as she set it free. Kimberly laughed and said, “Awww, it missed me,” before swallowing it.

Since we started fucking in October of the previous year, Kimberly learned how to control her gag reflex and was now able to deep throat every inch of my penis. She was so proud of this skill she started referring to herself as the sword swallower. And on that afternoon she was sucking, kissing, and deep-throating it at a frantic pace.

After several minutes of blowing me, she asked me to sit down. I sat on the bench next to the pants as she slid her thong and skirt onto the floor. She then sat on my cock with her back to me. I put my hand over her mouth as I entered her wet pussy. She then started riding my cock as if she were John Travolta riding the mechanical bull in “Urban Cowboy.” Every time I made her cum, she bit down on my index finger.

“Tell me when you’re ready to cum,” she whispered as she continued riding me with reckless abandon.

“I’m ready,” I whispered back.

She immediately slid off of me and placed herself between my legs and knelt. Kimberly resumed sucking me until I was ready to explode. I ejaculated into her mouth until it was filled with jizz. She tilted her head back and gargled every drop. After putting our respective clothes back on, she asked, “Are you going to buy the pants?”

“I guess,” I replied.

“Another satisfied customer,” she exclaimed before kissing me.

“Do you do this with other customers?” I asked.

“No, I don’t fuck other customers,” she said, laughing. “I just blow the hot ones.”

As we walked out of the dressing room, Kelly, the manager, asked, “Did you make the sale?”

“Of course,” Kimberly said, laughing. “I always do.”

She then went into the back to clock out, leaving Kelly to ring me up. As I handed her the money for the new jeans that I definitely didn’t need, she smiled and said, “I’d love to show you my sales technique.”

As Kelly was placing my purchase into a bag Kimberly emerged from the back carrying her oversized purse. When the bag was handed to me she grabbed my hand as she told her manager that she’d see her on Monday. We then walked out of the store to meet Ernie and the foreign exchange student by the glass elevator at the center of the mall.

Five minutes later we saw that they were sitting on opposite ends of a bench in the carpeted area behind the elevator. He tried to inch closer to her, and she pushed him away. I kind of felt awful that Ernie couldn’t take a hint or even comprehend that she was outright rejecting him. On the other hand, Kimberly just thought he was pathetic. She hated that he always considered men superior to women. Back in seventh grade, they were in the same home ec class. He considered the class a waste of time and his mind. She told me that when the teacher partnered them up to make funnel cakes, all he did was tell her what she was doing wrong. After they were finished, and the funnel cakes were a disaster, he looked Kimberly in the eyes and said, “You’re going to make some man a terrible wife one day.”

As we approached them, Ernie stood up and yelled, “I thought you were going to stand us up.”

“We would never do that,” Kimberly said as she went to sit next to Mieke on the bench.

“Who would have ever thought you and I would ever go on a double date with two hot chicks?” Ernie said in a gloating tone.

“No one, including myself,” I said as I stared at Mieke and the tight white dress she was wearing. 

Ernie obviously caught me lustfully staring at Mieke when he said, “Don’t even think about it; she’s mine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is she your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he replied. “But I have the rest of the summer to convince her. And when everyone sees me with her, every girl, including Jade, will want to get with me.”

“I don’t think it works like that,” I replied.

“I’m pretty sure it does,” he replied with an annoyed tone. “You became popular overnight; if it can happen to you, it can happen to me.”

Ernie was sort of right; I did become popular overnight. At first it was only because of what was hanging between my legs. But once the girls got to really know me, they actually liked my personality and the charming guy who was attached to the massive cock. Unfortunately, Ernie didn't seem to understand that part of the equation.

As Ernie continued babbling about how senior year was going to be his year, the girls walked over to us before Kimberly asked, “Ernie, what’s the plan?”

“I made reservations at Olga’s Kitchen,” he said in a bragging manner.

“You don’t need to make reservations at Olga’s,” I replied.

“You do it if you want to impress the ladies,” he said.

“Do you know what would impress me?” Kimberly asked.

“What, milady?” he asked, using a fake British accent.

“Well, Meikie told me your parents were out of town,” Kimberly loudly whispered in Ernie’s ear. “We should go back to your place.”

“That would be a no-go,” Ernie replied. “As much as I would love to have you and Tommy over, my mom said no parties.”

Meike put both of her hands on Ernie’s shoulders and said with her heavy Dutch accent, “Four people isn’t a party; rather, it's a get-together.”

I think for the first time in his life, Ernie’s penis overrode his brain. The thought that he might get laid made him do something he’d never done before: disobey his mother. I remember visiting his house several times, and the rules of what he couldn't do outweighed what he could do. Growing up, Ernie could never have friends over past seven. The only TV shows his mom permitted him to watch were the nightly news and whatever was on PBS. She never allowed him to enter the living room unless he received an invitation, fearing that he might damage her pristine white carpet and Italian furniture.

Thirty minutes later Kimberly and I arrived at Ernie’s house just as he and Meikie were pulling into the garage in his Ford Escort. After we got out of the car, Ernie told us to get inside quickly in case neighbors saw us and might inform his mother that he had people over. After telling us we had to take our shoes off, he tried to get us to go into the TV room, but Meikie grabbed Kimberly and me by our hands and carefully walked us into the living room.

Ernie started freaking out as Kimberly and I sat on the long couch as Meikia turned on the stereo to WHYT 96.3, Detroit’s home for top 40 music. He begged us to get out of there and even tried to bribe us by saying he’d pay for a pizza from Buddy’s. Kimberly just told him to chill out and sit on the couch.

He was all jittery as he sat on the couch. For the longest time we just sat there in silence, until Meikia broke the silence by saying, “We should play a game.”

Ernie’s eyes lit up as he said, “I have Monopoly in the TV room; let’s go in there and play.”

Kimberly just shook her head as she said, “That’s a kids’ game; let’s play something that’s actually fun, like truth or dare.”

Meikia smiled as she said, “I love that game.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“No,” Ernie adamantly stated. “I only like playing games where there are winners and losers.”

“This is a game where everyone can win,” Kimberly said seductively.

“What’s this game called?” Ernie asked in an annoyed tone.

“Truth Or Dare,” Kimberly cooed.

“I love that game,” Meikia said as she clapped her hands.

“I’ve never played it,” Ernie said.

“Me neither,” I replied as my voice crackled out of embarrassment.

“You boys haven’t lived,” Meikia said. “Rules are simple. When it’s your turn, you can either choose a truth or a dare. You can't change your answer, no matter how embarrassing the question or disgusting the dare. Anything and everything goes.”

“Sounds fun,” I replied.

“I don’t know,” Ernie stated. “This sounds boring.”

Meikia smiled as she asked, “Why don’t you go first?”

“Perfect,” Ernie said. “Kimberly, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Kimberly replied.

“Have you ever had a crush on me?” he asked eagerly.

Kimberly and Meikia both burst out laughing before she emphatically stated, “No.”

“Why not?” he angrily asked.

“No follow-ups,” she said. “Now it’s my turn. Tommy, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I replied.

“Goody,” Kimberly said. “Go make out with Mikia for two whole minutes.”

As I walked over to the Dutch goddess on the other side of the couch, she removed her ponytail clip and let her hair down. The second her lips touched mine, I could feel Ernie's eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. At the one-minute mark he started loudly counting down from sixty, and the second he reached zero he yelled, “Break it up.”

“My turn,” I said as I situated myself between Kimberly and Meikia. “Ernie, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replied. 

“Did you tell Zack Mullens that you and Kimberly fucked?” I asked

He turned pale white as soon as those words came out of my mouth. He stammered for several seconds before he put his head down in shame and said, “Yes.”

“Why would you lie about that?” Kimberly asked.

“Because you’re a slut,” he responded. “You’ve slept with so many guys, it’s easy enough to believe I’d be one of them.”

"Nobody would believe that,” Meikia laughed. “Je bent een fucking eikel.”

“I may be a slut,” Kimberly emphatically stated. “But I have standards, and you don’t meet any of them.”

Ernie looked as if he was about to start crying, but he held back his tears as he said, “My turn. Meikia, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Meikia hesitantly responded.

“I dare you to strip and give me a lap dance,” he said gleefully. 

“No,” Meikia replied.

“According to the rules you stated earlier, you can't change your answer, no matter how embarrassing the question or disgusting the dare. Anything and everything goes,” he said. “Now take off your clothes.”

As Level 42’s hit song “Something About You” played through the stereo’s speakers, Meikia got up from the couch and started dancing. She quickly slid her white dress off her near-perfect body, and her bra and panties hit the floor soon after. She then walked over to Ernie and sat on his lap as her naked body gyrated. This was the first time he gazed upon a naked body in real life, and you could tell that he was overstimulated. Within a minute of her sitting on Ernie’s lap, he let out a loud grunt, and after she stood up, there was a large stain of jizz on his jeans.

He looked embarrassed as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it over his wet spot. While he was doing that, Meikia said, “Tommy, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“Lame,” Kimberly said.

“Would you like me to give you a lap dance?” she asked. ”

“Yes,” I eagerly replied.

Meikia climbed onto my lap and started grinding away. My hands immediately started pinching her erect nipples that sat on top of her perfect 32B breasts. As her bare ass gyrated, my excited cock was begging to be freed from the prison of my jeans. After her lips leaned into mine for a passionate kiss, I asked, “Meikia, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said in an excited tone.

“Jerk me off,”I responded.

She slid off of me and onto the couch next to me. I then unbuckled my belt before sliding my pants and underwear down to the floor. Her eyes lit up as she gazed upon my fully erect third leg. “It’s so big,” she said as she started slowly stroking it with both hands.

Meikia then spread her legs as she said, “Kimberly, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Kimberly responded as she smiled mischievously.

“Pleasure me,” Meikia demanded.

Kimberly quickly slipped out of her shirt and thong before getting on all fours and crawling over to Meikia. Once between her legs, she rubbed Meikia’s clit and quickly made her cum. Kimberly then dived into her pussy headfirst and started licking away.

By this point, the post-orgasm high Ernie was feeling began to wane. As he sat in his cum-soaked pants, he started freaking out that Meikia and I were sitting naked on his mom’s expensive couch. We ignored him as he worried out loud about sweat stains and begged us to stop what we were doing. Obviously Meikia continued stroking as Kimberly was finger-fucking her European cunt.

As Ernie continued yelling about how we were ruining his mom’s couch, Kimberly sat on the other side of me and put her hands on my dick as well. In unison their hands started moving faster and faster until a gigantic load of cum shot out of my penis, landing on the couch and the carpet. Immediately he started freaking out even more. He then ran into the kitchen and quickly returned with paper towels and Lysol. After telling us to get off the couch, he got on his knees and started wiping the sweat and love stains away. While he cleaned, Kimberly asked, “Tommy Mitchell, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I replied.

Both she and Meikia smiled as she asked, “Would you like to join us in Ernie’s bedroom?

“Yes,” I replied.

Meikia grabbed my hand and led both of us to what I would describe as the loneliest bedroom in Livonia. We ignored Ernie ordering us to stay out of his room. When we entered, I quickly realized that the room hadn’t changed at all since my last visit during my freshman year in high school. The bookshelf was still filled with everything from Hardy Boy Mysteries to Time Life collections about UFOs and cowboys. The ratty old chair that he had since he was a baby sat directly across from his twin-size bed. I stood on the floor as I watched Kimber and Meikia jump on the bed and start playing with each other’s pussy.

I then got on my knees and kneeled between them and started finger-blasting their beautiful twats. After bringing them to orgasm, I replaced my fingers with my tongue. They tasted delicious as my tongue brought them unimaginable pleasure. As the sounds of their moans got louder, the door swung open as a naked Ernie walked in.

He looked shocked and sad that he saw me naked with two girls on his bed doing things he only fantasized about. In hindsight we should have gone to Meikia’s room. While we were having the time of our lives, Ernie was probably thinking of how he’d rather set his bed on fire than sleep in one knowing that he wasn’t the first person to have sex in it. With a dejected look on his face, he sat on the chair, unbuttoned his jeans, and started stroking his five- or six-inch cock.

The girls then had me lie between them while they knelt on both sides of the bed, flicking my penis towards one another. With each flick, they would kiss the tip. Eventually they did away with that silly game and started taking turns sucking it.

Immediately Kimberly showed off her blowjob prowess as she easily slid my giant-sized junk down her throat. Meikia tried to do the same, but her gag reflex kept on getting in the way. When it was her turn, she wrapped her lips around my unit and started sucking. Kimberly then grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed it down until she devoured every inch. After letting her up to breathe for a few minutes, she immediately put her mouth on my cock once again. Within fifteen minutes, she adequately deep-throated my dick on her own. Soon they were happily taking turns as precum trickled out of me and onto their tongues.

Kimberly then climbed on my man mountain and started riding it while Meikia masturbated and watched us. Ernie took this as an opening to get naked and started walking toward the bed. With his erect dick in his hand, she said, “No” before standing up and sitting on my face. As my tongue explored her sweet pussy, she and Kimberly started making out.

After several minutes of Kimberly riding me, it was now Meikia’s turn. She apprehensively stared at my thick, long, and veiny member. “I’ve never seen one this big before,” she said as she stood over me as Kimberly sucked my dick. Eventually she started squatting down until my unit finally spread her pussy lips and slowly started penetrating her. It looked like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets the deeper I got. By the time I was fully inside, her eyes rolled back and her body started shaking as she let out orgasmic moans.

As I started pinching and sucking on Meikia’s perky nipples, Kimberly situated herself between my legs and started intermittently licking my balls and the Dutch girl’s asshole. I could hear Ernie complaining that this wasn’t fair. Fortunately, Meikia's and my respective moans drowned out his color commentary.

Ernie made himself cum as the girls lay on their backs with their legs raised in the air. I took turns fucking them while they made out with each other. I was a little jealous that they were paying more attention to each other than to me. So I removed my cock from their love pockets and started playing with myself. That definitely got their attention. They started rubbing their pussies as they simultaneously begged me to continue fucking them. Instead of giving them exactly what they wanted, I started slapping their clits with my dong. Even though they derived pleasure from that, it didn’t stop them from begging for me to put my dick back into their cunts.

I eventually gave them what they wanted. I sat on the edge of the bed and invited each girl to sit on my deck. Meikia went first, and she faced me as we fucked. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths as I increased the speed of my thrusts. After making her cum, Kimberly tapped her on the shoulder and said, “My turn.”

Kimberly’s twat once again devoured my rod as she started riding me with her back to my front. I could see in the mirror that she was blowing Ernie kisses as he started jerking off again. I reached my hand around to play with her clit as I vigorously fucked her. When Ernie ejaculated all over himself, I asked the girls to get on all fours.

While I was fucking Meikia like a dog, my left hand was masturbating Kimberly’s hairy cunt. Their moans filled the air as I moved my cock to Kimberly. Every thirty seconds I would switch from one to another, making them cum several times over.

I then stood on Ernie’s bed as Meikia sucked my cock and Kimberly licked and tickled my balls. As she did that, she said, “I want you to fill her mouth with your cum.”

One minute later I did exactly that. As I shot my load, Kimberly said to Meikia, “Don’t swallow it. Spit it into my mouth.”

Meikia then turned to Kimberly and kissed her while she transferred my seed into her mouth. Kimberly then got off the bed and walked over to Ernie. She then leaned over to kiss him; his mouth opened, and instead of getting her tongue, he got a taste of my jizz. Immediately he spit it out and then started freaking out. He then puked all over himself and the floor before running out of his bedroom. The three of us didn’t care; we continued playing until early in the morning.

I stared at Ernie as he sipped on his beer, bitching and moaning about how life treated him so unfairly. While this was the first time I spoke to and saw him since graduation, his name popped up in my professional life. I was doing a scene with Sativa Rose in May 2010. She was telling me about meeting an old “friend” of mine while she was escorting for a few days in Detroit. She laughed at how he made her say that his dick was bigger than mine and that he fucked better than me. Over the years other pornstar escorts would share similar stories with me.

About two years ago he told Jessie Saint during one of her Detroit tours that the only women who’d touch his penis were hookers. As much as I hated Ernie, my heart broke for him. I could never imagine life without that special somebody—or, in my case, somebodies—in it.

After I bought him another beer and a lemonade for myself, I walked to a table and nervously awaited Kimberly's arrival.