Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 179

The fuckin' redhead was an enigma, and she still rejected him, but she had become a challenge again. He wanted to understand her. He needed to strip off the layers of pecullarity and find out who Darlene really was and how she knew Ms. Style. Although, Evan might have needed something to conquer so he wouldn't have to pursue the two lovers who would break his heart in the end.

A droplet of blood filled the indention the point made in Darlene's skin. She thought back to when she was young and first discovering ways to escape. Masturbation had been her first avenue. It was as if she had been born sexual; she couldn't remember being taught or experimenting, she already knew where to touch herself at a young age. It felt good, so she did it, but her friends thought it was wrong. Their parents told them it was bad. If adults saw it as deviant behavior, it worked for Darlene; being bad was good. She loved the reaction she got when someone caught her touching herself, or worse.

Darlene could remember the day as if it had just happened, but she couldn't remember whose birthday party she had been at. It certainly wasn't hers; foster kids didn't have clowns at their parties. It was the clown who gave her the balloon. The second it was in her hands, rubbing against her skin, the thought came to her. She pressed the long balloon against the front of her body, between her budding breasts. Her nipples swelled, and the evil thought festered in her dirty little mind. Casually, Darlene slipped the uninflated tip of the balloon between her lips. She sucked some air into it and flicked it with her tongue. She was excited and squirmed like a kid with ants in their pants.

When the birthday girl started opening her presents, Darlene snuck out of the room and ducked into a bedroom. It was the first birthday party anyone had invited her to, and she saw how wrong her life was. She'd never had a party for any of her birthdays and didn't remember ever getting a present she liked. She needed a shot of emotional Novocain.

Darlene wanted to get naked, but she only pulled her pants down to her ankles and rubbed the head of the balloon on her crotch. She didn't expect anything so fat to go inside her body, but she pushed it anyway. The balloon flattened and bent. Darlene used her fingertip to tuck the uninflated rubber tip between her tingling lips; then she slid it up and down. The limp tip glistened with her excitement. She fingered two inches of the floppy end inside her narrow opening, then gently pumped the long, phallic clown prop into the pink groove. Desire and need turned to frustration. She squeezed with both hands.

"Ohhhh, God," she cried out. Her tight sphincter stayed closed on the rubber, but air rushed through and inflated the top of the balloon inside her tube. Her lubricating juices flowed. She took a deep breath, twisted and wiggled more of the clown cock into her body, then she spread her hands out and flattened the balloon against the mattress. Darlene bit her tongue to keep from screaming. Her tiny pussy stretched and opened deeper for the expanding tube. She went crazy, ramming more inside and squeezing whatever didn't fit. The lubricated rubber swelled and made her pussy tunnel open wide. Now she knew what getting fucked was going to feel like, and she couldn't wait.

The balloon finally popped and triggered the most incredible orgasm Darlene had ever had. She looked down and saw a burst of fluid squirting out of her pussy. She held herself open, thrashed her clit and sprayed the bed again. Eventually, Darlene called that making her honey squirt, but that day she thought she had pissed.

It was a shame playing with herself didn't work anymore. Darlene lifted the scissors, prepared to stab her leg.

The redhead induced amnesia didn't last long enough. Ten minutes after Evan left Darlene's, his brain had returned to his mother's face, the red ring around her neck and his failure to protect her. His eye started hurting again.

Evan's phone rang and Jason's name flashed on the display. Talking to his friend was as good an excuse as any to delay going home. He pulled off in a strip mall parking lot and stopped in the only shady spot. "Hello."

"Hey, Dude, what are you doing?" Jason asked.

"I was driving back from Ms. Style's house. Now I'm stopped in the parking lot by Wendy's, talking to you."

"Well, did you ask her about us skinny dipping?"

Evan shook his head. "Jeez, no, I told you I wasn't going there with her."

"Was she even there this time?"

"Ah, yeah," he said, thinking about Darlene. "Yeah, but only for a minute. She had someplace she had to go. Paid me and took off."

"Bummer," Jason said. "What time we leaving tomorrow?"

"I'm grounded. My father wasn't cool with me racing. He was pissed.

"What'dah ya mean you're grounded? No way! told you not to tell him. It's always better to do it and say you're sorry later. We got those girls and you gotta race. You can't be grounded."

Evan put the phone back to his ear once Jason stopped ranting. "I'm grounded!"

"Race, racing, what about racing? You gonna blow off the one thing you're good at just because your dad was mad?"

"I bet-" He was about to say bet Becky thinks I'm good at more than one thing. Then he thought about Miss Tonya and Jayda and realized he couldn't boast about any of the girls he'd had sex with, and now he wasn't going to tell Jason about Darlene, either. "Calm, down," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The thing is, you cannot be grounded. This is supposed to be the best summer of our lives. We got two horny girls who will do anything. Think foursome, one better than threesome."

"Jason, I'm not interested in KK, besides, my father punched me in the face. He's pissed like I've never seen him pissed."

"He actually punched you!' Jason said. "Your head didn't come. off?"

"It felt like a car ran me over when I woke up this morning. Still hurts. I got a black eye."

"He punched you, wow. What happened?"

"What do you think happened, I went flying and crashed onto the floor.

"Yeah, I figured that, but I mean did you talk back or argue first?"

"Um." His mother's torn blouse, breasts and the look of terror on her face flashed through his mind. 'No. Maybe he was drinking, I don't know, but he's never punched me, not like that, not in the face. He told me if I wanted to race, I'd have to support myself."

"You want me to ask my mom if you can stay here? Becky would love it."

"No, no, not yet anyway. Listen, you can't tell anyone, not even Becky. I don't want my sister worrying about it."

"What about your mom, does she know? What did she say?"

"No, she wasn't there. She doesn't know. I guess she might know now if he told her, but I'll talk to her later."

"That's good, Jason said. "You don't want to get her in the middle. Punched you, wow, and you lived, amazing."

"Yeah, thanks. I gotta go."

"Grounded, but you're going to race-

"I'm allowed to work and go out if my mother tells me to, that's all."

"Isn't your dad leaving for China? If he's halfway around the world, how could he find out?"

Evan huffed. "I gotta go."

"Fine," Jason said.

Instead of ramming the steel into her leg, Darlene opened her journal. It was sad that she hadn't started writing stuff sooner. Seeing it on paper was better than in her mind. She started flipping through the notebook, looking for the day that changed her life.

Darlene had been thumbing for a ride that day after shoplifting at the mall. Hitchhiking and shoplifting were dangerous thrills, and even though she thought of being raped or killed, it didn't deter her. She had expected the short skirt and tight T-shirt to attract some homy guy in a pickup truck, but it was a white Acura CL that pulled over. It was too good to be true, it was a woman. When the window didn't come down, Darlene opened the door, leaned in and said, "HL"

The lady in the car said, "Hello," and cleared the seat. "Hop in."