Last-Chance Louie

An unattractive but well-endowed excellent student named Louie combines screwing a schoolwork help with a female classmate who desperately needs some of each.

Part One

My name is Louis Beliveau. My ancestry is French-Canadian, but I grew up in suburban Toronto where there weren’t very many of us. My first name is pronounced the way a francophone would say it—“Louie”—so that’s how I generally spelled it. Primarily, it was so people, especially my schoolteachers, would get it right.

I have to be blunt about this because there is no point in lying about it: I was a homely kid and grew to be a homely adult. Some kind-hearted people likened my face to Charles Bronson’s. I likened it to what one saw on the statues on Easter Island. It was long and unflattering. I think my unattractive face even scared off my mother. Her marriage to my father was brief and a huge mistake. Not long after I was born, she declared motherhood was not for her and suggested I be put up for adoption. Dad, to his credit, would not consider it. Mom left him shortly thereafter and never had any further contact with me or him. My unmarried aunt moved in to give our household a motherly presence and assist in my upbringing. Aunt Catharine stayed until I was ten when she married a terrific fellow. Dad and I agreed that I couldn’t have had a better “mom” for the first decade of my life.

I was understandably always somewhat self-conscious of my ungainly appearance. However, what Mother Nature deprives you of in one area, she often makes up for in others. I was blessed in two ways. I was a very good student in almost every academic subject—especially English. I was also very well endowed when it came to my sexual equipment.

I was unaware of the latter until the sixth grade; I honestly thought every boy was built the same as I was. Then one day when my fellow male classmates and I were in the gym’s changeroom, Manny Cuevas glimpsed my groin and, with an expletive, said I was “packing a big rod.” This comment, of course, prompted every boy to gawk at me and weigh in on the subject. There were no dissenters. Without exception, all my classmates were impressed by my one noteworthy physical attribute. I wasn’t embarrassed by their comments. Instead, I was quite pleased!

About a week later, another male classmate, Charlie Devers, told me he had a sister named Marie who was a year older than he and I were. To my utter amazement, he confided to me, “Marie likes to sleep around because she likes sex. I told her that she ought to have a romp with you, Louie, because you have the biggest dick among all the boys in my class. She’s interested if you are!”

I was indeed! That same night I dropped by Charlie’s home, met Marie, got to know her very intimately, and had sexual intercourse for the first time in my life. It wasn’t very romantic; it was about as basic as you can get. I was a very enthusiastic lad—and Marie did a lot of whimpering due to the size of my manhood. I was later told that Marie had to seek medical attention because I had caused some internal damage. Had I been older than she was, I could have been in trouble with the law, but since Marie was older and admittedly the instigator, I was off the hook. However, the experience caused me to develop an insatiable appetite for screwing girls.

By the time I was ready to move on to high school, I had figured out a way to combine my two best talents—which were academics and fucking. The Toronto suburb where I had been born and had lived my entire life suddenly became a hotbed for immigrants from India, Sri Lanka and neighboring countries. People generally referred to it as “Little Calcutta”—and not necessarily in a friendly or accepting way. I really didn’t care about such matters. In fact, since I had become interested in girls, I thought that most of the “brown ones” at my school were appealing as they tended to be quite feminine and usually sported cute figures. Those were two attributes that appealed to me. Frankly, I was just as interested in screwing them as I was the white girls at my school. Call me open-minded—or excessively horny.

Another attribute that these exotic girls had is that they came from families where academic achievement was highly stressed. A “B” on one of their report cards was thought to be a disgrace and needed to be rectified before the next report card came out. I learned that if one of these girls was struggling in school, she often tried to keep it a secret from her parents as long as possible. This is where my two strengths came together for my benefit.

One afternoon just minutes after school was dismissed, I was approached by a brown girl named Priya. We were both 14. She had seldom spoken to me in the three years we had been classmates, but today she was very eager to have an important chat. She took me to a quiet area of the school where her words could not be overheard. “Louie,” she said to me in a pleading manner, “I am having great difficulty writing a humorous anecdote for English class. I’m on the verge of failing the course. I cannot write well at all, but I know you can.”

Priya was absolutely correct about that. Writing came easy to me. We were given two weeks to write a 750-word story, real or fictional, that had a humorous aspect to it. I had completed my first draft about 20 minutes after it had been assigned. I could have submitted it then and gotten an A-plus from Mr. Pickford, our teacher. Instead, I just constantly tinkered with it, making very slight changes to it here and there, until the due date. In stark contrast, Priya hadn’t even started writing her anecdote, and the deadline was the next day. “I’m desperate for help Louie!” she told me. “You are my last chance!” Priya had unknowingly given me the nickname that would last through my high school years—“Last-Chance Louie”.

Priya was definitely not the most attractive girl in the class, but she was at least in the top 25 percent, in my opinion. She wasn’t and had never been a friend of mine, so I made her a purely business offer. I’d write an acceptable anecdote for her in exchange for a fuck at my house that night! I specified it would be entirely for my pleasure—not hers. I wasn’t interested if she enjoyed the encounter or not. My intention was to use my big dick to screw every hole on her person without a condom and perhaps even come inside her. I fully expected she’d walk away disgusted by my offer. To my surprise, Priya agreed without much thought at all! I promptly gave her my address and told her I’d have a completed, typewritten anecdote ready for her when she arrived. All she had to do was type her name on the title page and it would be ready to submit to Mr. Pickford the next morning.

“Okay, I’ll see you at 7:30 tonight, Louie,” was basically all she said. I wasn’t entirely certain she’d show up, but I got to work on her anecdote the moment I got home.

Part Two

I had always had a great relationship with my father. We could talk to each other about any subject at any time. I openly told him I was expecting a female classmate to drop by the house at 7:30—and I outlined the circumstances in great detail. Instead of Dad chastising me for being something akin to an extortionist, he laughed and patted me on the back. “That was a nervy offer you made to that girl, Louie,” he told me. “But if it gets you a roll in the hay tonight, good for you! You have my permission to use Aunt Catharine’s old bedroom for your screwing. Its bed is larger than yours.”

I went to work at my typewriter. When I was finished the anecdote half an hour later, I briefly considered using it as my submission because I thought it was better than the piece I had written two weeks earlier. However, I couldn’t do that and give Priya my original work to submit as hers because Mr. Pickford had already read portions of it out of curiosity. Dad, who was a lawyer, gave me some great advice. Just to prevent me from getting in trouble, he typed up a “bill of sale” for Priya which stated I was selling her a copy of a story I had written. (No price was mentioned.) Furthermore, she was not to pass it off as her own—which of course was the whole purpose of my writing the second anecdote. Dad said to me, “Of course she’ll turn it in as her own, but now you will have written proof that you just sold her something of yours for pleasure reading, and not for the purposes of any type of academic fraud. If she gets caught, she’ll be the only one who gets in trouble, not you. Do you understand that, Louie?” I certainly did—and I thanked him for his amazing forethought.

I was watching TV when I heard the doorbell ring at 7:25 p.m. I opened the door and saw Priya standing on the doorstep. She told me she had walked six blocks from her home to get here. I quickly invited her inside. Being a horny 14-year-old male, I could feel the beginning of an erection forming in my trousers just from the mere anticipation of having sex with her. Dad briefly said “hello” to Priya and “have fun” to me and then vanished to watch TV in the rec room.

I showed Priya that I had completed the anecdote assignment. I insisted she read it aloud to familiarize herself with it before she turned it in as her own. Its plot was about a humorous misunderstanding at a store between a difficult customer who thought he could buy an entire display case of items for $9.95 while the clerk futilely tried to tell him that was the price for each individual item. I had to explain the meanings of both “frivolous” and “ludicrous” to Priya just in case Mr. Pickford asked her questions about the story. I also showed Priya the bill of sale that Dad had created for my protection. Priya signed it without giving it much thought at all. “That takes care of the boring preliminaries, so now it’s time for our fuck!” I told her. She nodded and accompanied me to the large bedroom formerly occupied by my aunt.

I noticed that Priya had upgraded her wardrobe since school ended that day. She was now wearing a pristine white blouse and a black skirt with white knee socks instead of the faded blue jeans and UCLA sweatshirt she had on for class. I told her she looked appealing, but I added with a naughty grin that she need not have bothered to change because her clothes weren’t going to be on her body for very long. She just smiled shyly and said nothing. I was disrobing within seconds, removing my clothes quickly and tossing them onto a pile to the left of the queen-size bed. Priya was much slower in her actions. Nevertheless, when I saw her in her beige brassiere and pink panties, I was hard as a rock. I removed my briefs to expose large erection. “For you, my dear Priya!” I said.

She seemed to be impressed. “Wow! That is a big cock!” she told me. “I hope I can take it.”

“I hope you can too,” I said truthfully. “My dick once sent a girl to the hospital who couldn't take it well.”

Priya surprised me by saying, “Yeah, it was Marie Devers, right? I heard about that.” I hadn’t realized that sexual feat of mine two years ago was common knowledge.

Priya removed her undergarments. I liked what she possessed. She was nicely built for a 14-year-old girl. She had a fuller figure than most of the white girls in my class, but she was not as busty as some of her brown colleagues. Priya surprised me by kneeling in front of me and licking my shaft. The feeling was excellent. She seemed to know what she was doing, as she fondled my testicles with one hand and stroked my erection with the other as she licked the tip. No first-timer could do what she was doing so well. I put my hands at the back of her head and gave her a few thrusts. She gagged once and then I stopped.

“Good job, Priya!” I told her. “I guess my dick is big after all.” There really was no doubt about that. “Climb onto the end of the bed and kneel so I can fuck you doggie-style,” I instructed her. As she took that position, I opened a jar of Vaseline, smeared some on my shaft and even more onto Priya’s pussy. “This ought to help,” I noted.

The bed was at a perfect height for me to stand and enter Priya’s vagina from the rear. I shoved it in perhaps faster than I should have. The lubrication did help, but overall, the length and width of my erect penis surprised my bedmate once it had penetrated her.

“Oh, jeez!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, yes!” I said in return as I drilled Priya with rapid thrusts. “You have a nice tight pussy for me to enjoy,” I added. “I want to please you with my dick, Priya.” Despite what I’d bluntly told her at school, on some level I wanted her to enjoy our coitus, too.

We got into an excellent fucking rhythm. I liked the repeated sound of my groin smacking against her bum. Her anus caught my attention. I picked up the jar of Vaseline a second time and covered her butthole with the greasy substance. I removed my penis from her juicy cunny and then slowly shoved it up her ass. I had never done this sex act before, but I wasn’t going to miss out on this obvious opportunity.

This time I knew my dick’s size was at least making Priya slightly uncomfortable. She was making indecipherable noises as my penis slid deeper and deeper inside her.

“You don’t like my dick up your bum, Priya? I certainly do!” I noted with glee.

I increased the pace of my bum-fucking until it was the same as it was for my earlier vaginal penetration. I was having a marvelous time ravishing this exotic girl—and I hadn’t explored her delightful tits. I slowed down my thrusts—which seemed to please Priya--so I could fondle her tits as well.

“You Indian girls have great, sexy breasts!” I complimented her. “As a group, you put most of the white girls to shame. Priya, your tits are just lovely. I’m going to suck on them now.”

I withdrew my manhood from Priya’s bum, rolled her over on her back, and joined her on the bed. I immediately fell upon her so I could fondle and suck on her boobs. They were sexy handfuls! I played with them, twisted them, and rubbed them gently. When I was certain her nipples were as hard as they could get, I sucked on them madly. “Maybe I’ll end up coming all over these tits of yours, Priya. I think they’d look great covered in gobs of my goo.”

After ten minutes of enjoying Priya’s pair of goodies, I decided to come to a climax with a standard missionary-style fuck. I noticed that Pryia had a small birthmark just below her navel and off to the right. I decided I would make that spot a bullseye for my inevitable cum shot. I merrily mounted her, shoving my dick deep into her vagina for the second time. I loved the way her tits jiggled to the rhythm of our fucking. Priya moaned just as loudly and often this time. She declared, “It’s so big inside me, Louie.” That was likely meant as a complaint, but I happily accepted it as a great compliment to my size and fucking technique. At that moment I gave up on the idea of pulling out and covering her torso with my jism. Instead, I was going to launch every drop into her vagina.

I put some extra zest into a half dozen more thrusts which caused Priya to squeal. Then I fired my load. What an intense feeling! I stopped my thrusting to enjoy the sensation of my dick unloading ropes of semen into Priya’s ravaged pussy. With my dick impaled in her and still squirting the occasional dribble of cum, I romantically kissed her—which she seemed to enjoy. I noticed that some of my goo was already starting to ooze out of Priya’s love hole and onto the bedsheet beneath us. A huge dollop of thick semen dripped out when I withdrew myself from her. The bed was a mess—but it was a gorgeous sight for me. I was tremendously pleased.

I was unsure what Priya thought of the experience, however. It had to have had its painful moments for her because of my size, but there had to be some pleasurable aspects to it, too. “You are one great fuck, Priya!” I told her as I gave her and affectionate hug. “I hope you get an A on the anecdote assignment.”

A few seconds went by before Priya calmly said, “I have two questions for you, Louie: First, do you have another load in your balls because I want to have another fuck with you before I go back to my house? Second, may I tell my friends about your terrific service? I know a few other girls at our school and other schools who could use your help with their schoolwork. They will happily fuck you in exchange for it—especially after I tell them how great it felt to have your big dick inside me. Thanks so much, Louie!”

“That would be two big yesses, Priya!” I quickly replied and hugged her again.