She stalked the rest of us with the patience and skill of a hungry lioness, and all of us succumbed to her talents and found ourselves before her, stiff teenage cocks gliding in and out of her skilled lips, tension building, until finally, weak in the knees and light in the head we had the most intense orgasms of our young lives. That’s the way it was with me, anyway.

She did her best work on her knees but she also liked to fuck, and although I was one of her harem I never joined the elite few who were allowed to roll her over and penetrate a much tighter, more exclusive orifice. Today’s kids, who learn about safe sex at a young age, would have deemed sex with her to be practically suicidal, but in 1970 AIDS was still in Africa and Penicillin would cure just about everything. She had a group of young admirers and hopeful candidates follow her around like lovesick puppies, but most of the older guys took the knowledge she imparted to them and went out in search of more exclusive, hopefully virgin prey.

Nine of the remaining boys quickly fell, leaving Biff Powell as the only holdout. Biff’s real name was Vincent the Third, but he was always referred to as just Biff, or sometime behind his back as Butt Fuck. He was a senior, and was strong, handsome, and well built. He was an extremely good athlete and he excelled in every sport, and was also a straight A student. He had a nearly new Corvette, and as luck would have it the little bastard was also hung like a horse. All Biff had to do was wink or snap his fingers and any girl in the school would have dropped and sucked or lain down and spread her legs for him.

Biff was the only son of Vincent Powell, the owner of Powell Valley Timber, and although Vincent didn’t have the oppressive grip on Powell Valley that the East coast mine owners had on their dirty little company towns he still controlled just about every facet of the townspeople’s lives. Every time the price of timber dropped layoffs would occur, so few people had the balls to cross Vincent or his son.

My dad was the chief electrician and millwright, and being the only person there who really knew the nuts and bolts of the mill he was immune from petty politics. This made my old man pretty independent and if anyone had tried to flick him any shit he would have just told them to stuff it, as he could easily get a job in the next town. Not everyone was so lucky: Biff had gotten his ass kicked in a fight a year ago and the next day the boy’s father, a ten-year employee, was out of a job.

Jessica had her work cut out for her, trying to tumble Biff. He was known to have laid the cutest girls in the school, and even a couple of the younger teachers became flustered in his presence. He didn’t have to mess around with a slutty cunt like Jessica; he could have any piece of ass he wanted. It took me a while to figure out that Biff wanted something else.

I had gone to school with Biff since the first grade, and although he was a grade ahead of me we all knew each other fairly well in the small school district. He would strut his stuff around the locker room, and he was always the first to shed his clothes and jump in the pond skinny-dipping during our occasional hikes. I didn’t think much of it at the time, and if I had been hung like he was maybe I’d act the same way. His good looks and athletic ability were a guaranty that he’d be the first to lose his virginity, and he wasted no time in bragging about the impressive score he was racking up to us lower life forms.

Jessica changed all of that for me and a lot of other boys as well, and we wasted no time in using the confidence she inspired in us to further our own educations, and a lot of the other girls tried to emulate her popularity. We all had a hell of a good time and the vending machine in the men’s room of the Texaco station probably made more money for the owner than the gas pumps did.

I was pretty naïve about a lot of things back then, so the first pass that Biff made at me kind of went over my head. We were dressing after PE, and Biff was taking a long time drying himself. He’d always lift his balls out of the way and carefully run the towel between his legs, and then dry the rest of his body. He’d always put his shirt on first, then his socks, saving his underwear and pants until last thing.

“I don’t know why any guy would let a whore like Jessica touch him.” He commented, knowing that I was one of her Steady Eddies. I didn’t really give a shit just what he thought, and there was any honor to protect or any pretense of love with Jessica; I was a horny young kid and sex with any girl was infinitely better than jacking off.

“I’ll bet a guy could give a better blow job than she can.” He stated. I didn’t have any answer for that one; in fact I wondered if what I had heard was what he had meant to say. I just finished dressing and got out of there, leaving him, cock and balls on display, to lay his line on someone else.

Like I said, I still liked Jessica and I never passed up on an opportunity to jump her ass, although the VD pictures we had been shown in health class made me a believer in dressing for the occasion. We were sharing a forbidden cigarette afterwards, another vice she had introduced me to, when she asked offhandedly if I thought Biff was gay, or queer as we called it back then. She said she had done everything but rape the guy and he wouldn’t respond to her, something that hadn’t happened with any other boy.

“Well, you know, he is sort of involved with Lorrie right now.” I offered

“Lorrie told me they don’t do it.” Jessica informed me. Girls tell each other things that they don’t tell guys, I learned. “She wanted to, and they both got naked, but he couldn’t get it up. She even offered, to uh, you know, but he wouldn’t let her. None of the other girls he took out bragged about him, so I don’t think they did it with him either.”

Lorrie was probably the best looking girl in the school. She had a, beautiful face, perfect complexion and a truly magnificent rack, and she always made sure to wear clothes that showed it off. Unfortunately she was also an absolute, total, dyed in the wool bitch. She was stuck up and arrogant as all hell, and I believe she was convinced that she was the only piece of ass in the school worth having, and she was sure as hell wasn’t going to give any of it to a common swine like me. Nothing but the best was good enough for her, so naturally she was Biff’s main squeeze. I secretly lived for the day that she would step in a pile of dogshit, just to see if she would expect Biff to clean it off of her shoes for her. Jessica’s revelation that Lorrie had spread gossip about Biff just made me despise her even more.

Biff wasn’t much better. He was conceited as all hell, and the only time he spoke to his underlings was to flick us shit unless he wanted something, in which case he would treat whoever it was as if he was his best buddy. There were enough kids willing to suck up to him that he had a constant source of gofers and minions, so it surprised the shit out of me when he singled me out one day and asked for a personal favor.

“How about you and Jessica going water skiing with Lorrie and I Saturday?” Biff asked. “ Lorrie doesn’t drive the boat very well and I’d really like to have someone else along, and I know that you and Jessica would enjoy yourselves.”

Biff’s family had a cabin up on the lake and they kept a ski boat there. I had been water skiing a time or two and liked it, but we didn’t even have a boat, much less a cabin on the lake. I was immediately suspicious; it was just like Biff to pull some kind of shit like either not showing up, or even inviting some of his football buddies along for a gang-bang. That wouldn’t have mattered to Jessica, of course, as she would willingly take on the whole team, but it would have been embarrassing as all hell for me as well as making problems for Dad after I took my deer rifle and shot Biff in the guts. I had reservations, all right, but the thought of getting a good look at Lorrie in a tight swimsuit made them seem sort of unimportant. Also I wanted a nice place to spend an afternoon with Jessica. The back seat of dad’s car or a blanket on the ground were both getting a little old.

The cabin was located on an isolated arm of the lake without road access, so we parked at the marina where Biff’s family kept their boat and piled in, and a few minutes later pulled up to the private dock. It was more of a house than a small, rustic cabin. One of Biff’s timber baron ancestor’s had built it using only local stone and the very best of the once abundant timber. Biff’s father, at great expense, had power lines ran in a few years ago and now it had everything a person could want. This was before satellite TV and hot tubs, of course.

The water skiing was kind of a bust. This was mid May, and the water was just too damn cold. It made my nuts suck up and my dick shrivel to a fraction of their normal size, and a glance at Biff as we changed into dry clothes afterwards revealed that he suffered from the same affliction. His normally magnificent cock was no larger than my thumb and his balls were completely hidden by his pubic bush.

The girls had started a fire in the large fireplace while we were changing and we were all soon sprawled out on the bearskin rug soaking up the warmth. Biff liberated some cans of Budweiser from the refrigerator, and we all had a little of a buzz going when he excused himself, and then came back with a small plastic bag of what looked like catnip.

We all drank a little beer at our weekend parties back then, but marijuana and hard drugs were mostly confined to the larger cities and this was the first time I’d ever seen it. Biff rolled a small joint, lit it and took a hit, and then passed it to me. I copied his actions and passed it to Lorrie. A feeling of deep warmth and contentment washed over me as the cannabis hit my system, and I reclined back in sort of a stupor, unaware of my surroundings and not really giving a shit.

The joint came around to me again and I took another hit, and the next thing I knew Jessica had my cock out and her mouth around it. Lorrie and Biff were naked, but they were just hugging and kissing; Biff wasn’t even hard. The next couple of hours passed in a kind of blur. Jessica knelt before me and I took her like a dog, from behind, the first time ever without a rubber. Sometime later I found myself on the rug with my face buried in Lorrie’s magnificent hooters. My cock was hard as a rock and sporting one of the Trojans from my wallet. I distinctly remember the warmth and tightness of her pussy, as compared to Jessica’s looser hole. There was a resistance, then a gasp of pain from Lorrie as I entered her all of the way. She bent her legs to the point her knees were bumping my shoulders when I finally came. I rolled off of her to find Biff watching us, slowly stroking his still-limp cock, before Jessica led him off to the other room. I lay there a few minutes, catching my breath and coming down from the high, and it was only then that I realized that my rubber was bloody; as was the towel that Lorrie had considerately placed on the bearskin rug to protect it. She had been a virgin, after all!

Making my way to the bathroom to flush the rubber and piss I happened to hear Biff moaning, as if in pain. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, facing away from me, legs spread, and Jessica was between his knees. He gave a sudden lurch and Jessica looked up at me and grinned, proof of her conquest dripping from her chin. The thing that really surprised me was the size of Biff’s cock. It didn’t look like it was over six inches long, which was just what it was soft! It wasn’t even as large as my own! He was one of those guys who just got hard, and not really big.

I paused in the bathroom long enough to take a quick shower. Our combined sex juices and a little of Lorrie’s virgin blood had matted and formed a crust in my crotch hair. I stood for a minute and let the hot water wash over me while I reflected on the afternoon. Three orgasms in the same number of hours was a personal best for me, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to get it up again. My cock looked bigger than it had been yesterday, and felt rubbery and sort of numb. I was still pondering all of this when the shower door opened.

“Get a move on, slow poke,” Lorrie said in her typically bitchy tone of voice. Her endowments were now modestly covered with a towel, but she didn’t seen shy about eyeballing the cock which she had so thoroughly enjoyed. “There are other people here who need to use it too.”

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We threw the empty cans in the lake and cleaned the place up a little, and then discovered that the boat wouldn’t start. It was a nearly new FiberForm with a stern drive Chevy four, which is about as simple an engine there is, and I’m sure I could have fixed it, but Biff said it was still under warranty and he didn’t want anyone screwing with it.

Lorrie ‘absolutely positive had to be back before dark’, and Jessica’s indiscretions had earned her an early curfew, so we were sort of fucked. The cabin didn’t have a phone, and I knew my dad would call the police if he didn’t hear from me by midnight, so we had to think of something. Lorrie wanted to take the old canoe they kept there and paddle across the lake. It was only a mile, and her summer camp councilor job certainly made her qualified. Big Boss Biff finally agreed, so Lorrie and Jessica donned life jackets and set out with an hour of daylight left. They would send help if there was someone still at the marina, otherwise they would call my dad and tell him I was okay, and that someone would come tow us back in the morning.

Biff and I sat on the dock and listened to “fifty thousand watt KGO, the all night rock of the Northwest” on the portable radio until it was obvious that we would be spending the night there. He didn’t have much to say, only to ask me if I was going to tell anyone.

“No.” I answered. “No one would believe me anyway.” I didn’t know if he thought I was going to blab it around about how he had a pencil dick that only got hard when someone like Jessica sucked it, or that he smoked grass, or that I had banged his virgin girlfriend right in front of him, or even mention that he had stooped so low as to even invite me along. I had a lot of faults back then but I wasn’t a braggart or blowhard.

We went back in an hour after dark and I helped myself to record third can of Bud for the day and Biff rolled another joint. He passed it to me, but I refused it and fired up a Marlborough instead. There was a lot of crap going around about the Killer Weed and Refer Madness and it scared the shit out of me. Smoking it was supposed to make your testicles shrink and make you unable to get it up. I knew that most of that stuff was government propaganda and bullshit, but I also knew that Biff’s balls looked smaller than what I had remembered and also that he had a definite problem. I had enjoyed that afternoon’s sex, but the little bit of grass I had smoked had completely wiped me out and that I didn’t like being that far out of it.

I finished my beer, took a piss, and crashed in one of the bunk beds in the guest bedroom. I was asleep about as soon as my head hit the pillow. It had been a

hell of a day.

I woke up sometime in the night with the always-pleasant sensation of having an erection. I lay there a few seconds enjoying it before I realized that I was also receiving a blowjob. I was pretty well out of it and still kind of fuzzy in the head when I felt the stubble of a guy’s beard brush against my thigh. That woke me up in a hurry and I opened my eyes against the glare of the light to find Biff providing the service. I should be writing that I recoiled at the thought of a guy sucking me and that I rolled over to make him stop. That would be a lie: I spread my legs to give him better access. Like all blowjobs it was over way too soon and Biff backed off and smiled at me with a droll of my jizz dripping from his chin. He was naked, and his massive six-inch boner was at full attention. He looked at me as if to ask ”My turn?”, but I just pulled a blanket up and buried myself in the farthest corner of the bunk until he gave up, turned out the light, and went back to bed. I could hear him over there jacking off just before I went back to sleep.

A more interesting narrative would involve Biff raping me in the middle of the night, or threatening to cut my balls off if I didn’t reciprocate his blowjob, and then perhaps me even castrating him in revenge, but that didn’t happen. I woke up the next morning with an ordinary teenage piss hard and made my way to the bathroom for relief.

Biff was laying in the bathtub, comatose, his crotch a bloody mess, with a butcher knife still locked in his grasp. His severed testicles were floating in the toilet bowl. He likely would have bled to death if not for the shoelace and rubber bands tied tightly around the remnants of his scrotum.

The boat that came to tow us in had a radio, so the sheriff got there right away, followed by Biff’s dad and my own father, and then just about everyone who had a boat. I told them all the absolute truth: I didn’t know what had happened. I left out our afternoon activities and cut right to the evening. The look on Vincent Powell’s face when I described his son’s blowjob was priceless.

Biff’s stash of weed was found to contain traces of PCP, or angel dust as it was called on the street, a powerful hallucigen known to cause flashbacks and psychotic behavior, so eventually they concluded that he’d just had a bad trip and nutted himself. He didn’t have any recollection of what had happened. I didn’t tell anyone about the dried blood I found under my fingernails that night or the blond crotch hair caught in the band of my wristwatch.

Lorrie spread a rumor around school that Biff and I had fought, over her of course, and that I had castrated him after kicking him in the head so I could have her all for myself. She and Jessica got into a bitch fight over the rumor and both Lorrie and Biff missed their graduations.

Vincent Powell and my dad also exchanged harsh words and we moved into Spokane. I have never been back to Powell Valley.