It's been said that every person has some hidden passion within his soul-some secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes the deadlier passions surface-and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
BARNYARD TEASER is a dramatic representation of a girl who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. She is one of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Some girls have their first fuck on their wedding night, while some young females lose their cherry before hair covers their virginal cunts. With me it was a sort of in-between experience, a time when my fresh young body was filled with mature juices while my thoughts about screwing were mixed with fantasy and burning reality. I was living on the farm at that time, and I was only fourteen. Jimmy Harris was an exchange student at the university, he was sixteen years old, and his cock was five inches of pure ecstasy.
Jimmy got me in the barn, on July the sixth, when it was boiling hot outside. But the summer heat was not as intense as my throbbing cunt when Jimmy got me by the arm.
"Come on, Susan," he coaxed when I hesitated by the barn door. "I want to show you something nice."
Now I knew what he wanted to show me, even when he pretended it was something else, and I really wanted to see his hard cock all throbbing and ready to puncture my virgin cunt. Still, I was frightened. Not from any moral sense, as much as from the sheer terror of finally having a swollen prick between my legs. I had always thought about it, the same as all girls, and I wanted a fuck something fierce. But there was something so elemental about sex, something so raw and vital, that my tits were heaving with thunder beneath my cotton blouse.
"I don't think we really should, Jimmy," I protested. "What if Momma catches us in the barn? I told you she don't want me playing behind closed doors with any boy."
"She's baking bread, you told me. She'll be too busy to come out here and spy on us. Come on, Susan. It won't hurt for us to mess around a little."
Jimmy was not too handsome, with his broken nose and heavy eyebrows. He was a boxer, and that's how he got the scholarship for the exchange from Britain. Still, there was a ruggedness about him. like staring at the Alps with all its rugged peaks, or listening to the great bull in the north pasture when he snorted to get at the puff-cunted heifers.
"Well, maybe we can go in for a few minutes," I almost choked on the words. "But we better not close the barn door."
The barn had never seemed so intimate. With the door closed, and with Jimmy panting lustily beside me, I hardly smelled the strong odors of animal bodies, and was only dimly aware that one of the calves was still in a stall.
"Man, that's a cute little bitch," Jimmy stared at the calf. "I hear tell a guy can fuck one that size and it feels better than a woman!"
I felt jealous. When Jimmy was eager to screw me, it was easy to play hard to get, to use the historic role of females and want to be coaxed. But when Jimmy went over to touch that calf s pink little pussy, I felt a domination surge through my veins and knew I had to meet the challenge of this rival.
"You can't do it to an animal, Jimmy," I said. "It just ain't right. And besides, you can't kiss a cow."
"We don't see many animals in Britain, you know." Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off the calf. "There ain't much room over there, except way out in the country. But I heard tell that a calf cunt is the best. Nice and puffy, all soft inside, and they really like it."
When he unzipped his trousers, I knew he was serious, and I got frantic.
"I'll call Momma if you mess with that animal!"
"Aw, fuck your old lady. She comes out here and I'll stick it up her ass."
Jimmy looked mean all of a sudden. I could see how he would make such a good fighter, because right now his face made me think of kidnapers, killers, beasts, anything wicked and filled with violence.
I wanted to run, to get away from this evidence of male cruelty, but when Jimmy reached inside his trousers and flopped out that naked cock, I was rooted to the spot. That prick wasn't the biggest in the world, but it was the closest I had ever been to an honest to God fuck, and I wasn't about to give up without a fight.
"You can do it to me if you want, Jimmy," I offered.
But he wasn't listening. That calf cunt had him going and he meant to stick it in her.
"Jeezuz!" he grunted as he stroked his pecker slowly and got closer to the calf. "I must've fucked a hundred girls before, but I ain't never had a chance to screw a real live animal. Jeezuz!"
I was fascinated, disgusted, and filled with a frightening kind of lust as I watched Jimmy spit on the calf s cunt. And when he guided his bare cock to the lips of that pussy, I was trembling with desire. I could almost feel the horrible pressure when he began to press his cock into the calf, and when the animal started to bawl with pain, it hurt right inside my own cunt. I could feel my cunt juice boil like a waterfall, and it was all I could do to keep my hand out of my crotch.
"Owwwww! Fuck a'mighty, that feels good!" Jimmy groaned as he pressed his cock deeper. "The muthafuck's gonna go all the way in! Ohhhh!"
That calf set up a bawling that could be heard clear down to the river, and I wanted to yell even louder than that. My whole body was tingling and my tits were throbbing, while the lips of my pussy got so wet it felt like I peed my pants. I guess I would have got done out of a good lay that time in the barn, if Jimmy hadn't got so carried away. I guess he really liked screwing animals, especially that calf, so much that he up and forgot about me. And he would have stayed hunched over that little heifer all afternoon except that it got feeling too good for him. He was swearing and groaning, and humping his ass with such pleasure that he forgot to hold on tight. And that little cow didn't like all that weight on top of her. She gave a bawling lunge and got loose, and went scampering out the door while Jimmy kept fucking the dry air in a delirium ofjoy.
I thought he was going to shoot his load right there in the hay, and waste it all, but he suddenly turned to look at me. He got real quiet all of a sudden, and his eyes were filled with a sort of bitter hatred. He didn't say a word, but all the time his pink little cock kept throbbing with violence and it was pointed right at me.
"I gotta go!" I almost yelled, suddenly panic-stricken. "I think Momma's calling me. I gotta go!"
But it was too late, and I knew it. Jimmy came at me slowly, deliberately, with his hard cock pointing the way. Even if I hated him, I couldn't move. When a young girl stares upon such a sight as I just witnessed, something happens inside her body. The hormones get to flowing, and the mind recognizes a hunk of beauty that outweighs all the morals and the sermons of a lifetime. I was going to get fucked, right now, and I knew it.
"Lemme stick it in ya," Jimmy grunted with a sort of pained whisper as he pushed his cock against my pussy. "I gotta fuck somethin' before I bust my balls wide open!"
The pressure of that cock, right through my skirt, sent tremors of joy through my veins. To feel a boy's hard naked prick, to be able to actually feel a cock against my body, was the sweetest thrill a female could know in a lifetime of grand experiences. I wanted Jimmy to fuck me. To throw me in the hay and jab that throbbing cock between my legs. But I was so inexperienced, and so frightened, that I didn't know what to do. But Jimmy knew.
With deliberate and silent fury he began to fumble at the buttons on my blouse. His hands were rough and I could feel the pressure on my nipples, until I wanted to scream with happiness.
"Oh, migawd, look a' that!" he wheezed with passion when my blouse came open. "Jeezuz, I din't know you had such big titties, Susan! Lemme get a good look at 'em!"
He put his hand between my boobs to get a grip on my bra, and with a brutal yank he tore the garment from my body. It hurt where the shoulder straps cut into my flesh, but the pain was beautiful as I stood before him half-naked. My virginal tits were heaving with desire while the pink little nipples throbbed with a new kind of agony. I was helpless before this onslaught of sexual hunger, and when Jimmy put his hand over my exposed tits, I damn near fainted with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh!" I moaned with happiness. "Squeeze them hard, Jimmy! Squeeze them harder!"
But instead he grabbed me with brutal force and kissed me full on the mouth. Then his lips sort of slid down my neck until he got a titty in his mouth.
"Ahh-uugghhh!" I groaned with ecstasy. "Oooh-hhhhh!"
There is something magnificent about the very first time a girl feels a boy's mouth sucking at her nipples. I wanted Jimmy to bite them off. I wanted him to suck and suck, and make them hurt until I screamed with a new kind of joyful pain.
But he fooled me.
I was so happy to have him sucking on my titties that I forgot his hand was free. Until I felt his fingers grasping between my legs, up under my skirt, and perilously close to my virgin cunt.
Now this was a new kind of wonder. A terrible, crushing kind of joy that turned my resistance to jelly. Even now, only moments away from my first fuck, the instincts of a thousand generations of women welled up inside my brain to make me try once more to resist. I didn't want to stop Jimmy. I really needed a fuck something fierce. But the old subconscious female urge to deny the male was just as real as my need to get screwed.
"Stop it, Jimmy!" I groaned, and tried to step back from his sensual touch. "Oh, please stop it!"
I took a small step away from him, and tripped on a horse halter that was lying in the hay.
like a tiger, Jimmy pounced on me.
"Oh, fuckamighty!" he grunted as he held me down to stare at my naked tits, and how my skirt had come up to expose white silk panties. "Jeezuz, look a' that! Oh, my God but you're pretty, Susan. I'm gonna fuck you right between the tits!"
And he really tried to do it.
He stuck that hard, terrible cock of his between my boobs and started to hump his butt, making his cock slither between my tits just inches from my mouth. I had a terrible urge to bend my neck, just a few degrees, so I could take that beautiful cock in my mouth. More than anything in the world I wanted to taste that strange instrument of male potency, that big-veined, throbbing, gorgeously swollen cock.
In a way it was like dying. My life was being transformed until hereafter I would never be the same girl. And for that I was already grateful to Jimmy. It's a terrible thing for a healthy young female to go around all the time trying to be a virgin. A girl has every bit the desire that any boy has, and it just isn't fair that everyone expects a girl to be sweet, and pure, and filled with quiet patience. Nature gave us a body filled with sexual juices, and a mind that dwells on nothing, nothing at all, more important than sex. Every minute of every day, a young girl imagines what a strong, healthy, swollen cock would look like. Or she dreams of a boy's hands on her eager body. And I don't care if neighbors might think I was shameless or not, there just isn't anything a girl can do to keep from getting fucked when the right time comes along. Even if it's bad, then I still think a girl should get screwed real early. It takes away all the frustration, the dangerous imagery, and most of all it feels marvelous! But back to my diary.
Jimmy had me down in the hay, and he was about ready to come between my tits. Now that wouldn't do me a lot of good and I knew it, because then he'd leave me in an awful fix, more frustrated then ever before. So when he started to groan, and moan, and grunt like a bull ready to shoot off, I reached over and pinched the end of his cock. Real hard.
"Oowwww!" he bellowed. "Jeezuz, why'd ya do that? Owwwww!"
I must have pinched harder than I thought, or else the cum backed up in him, because he jumped up and danced around the barn, all the while groaning until I thought Momma would hear us.
"Stop acting like a baby!" I told him as I sat up in the hay. "You ain't really hurt."
"Gawd, you almost killed me!" He grabbed his balls in both hands. "Why'd ya do a dumb thing like that, Susan?"
"Well, you was just helping yourself, Jimmy
Harris. And it isn't fair if you leave me panting like our old bitch dog after the males have had their fun."
"Jeezuz, that hurts!" he groaned as he went over to the tap and washed off his cock, trying to take away the sting. "I oughta bust you in the teeth, you dumb ass-hole!"
"If you hit me, I'll sic our Doberman on you. Maybe I will anyway."
I was real mad at Jimmy. There he was, about ready to jizz all over my tits, and then I would be left in a worse fix than before he came to see me. There was nothing in the world to help me now, except for him to stick that throbbing cock of his between my legs, and show me the answers I had been thinking about all these empty years.
The tap water must have taken away the hurt, but it also made his pecker start to go down. I sat there, fascinated, as I watched his cock begin to get smaller. I wondered what kind of muscles, or blood vessels, went into a boy's cock so that it could get hard as granite, and the more I stared the more filled with wonder and desire I became. That dangling hunk of meat, that mysterious prong of joy, was the focal point of every female who ever walked a normal earth.
"Come and kiss me, Jimmy," I purred softly, quite suddenly filled with a tenderness I had never known.
Jimmy stopped moaning, and stared down at me. His eyes were filled with total need as he watched my pink nipples heave atop my ample tits, and when he stared between my legs, he seemed to shiver with uncontrollable panic.
"Gawd, but you're beautiful!" he whispered. "You gotta be the prettiest girl I ever did see!"
Slowly, deliberately, he began to take off his clothes. I watched quietly, patiently, as he slipped off his shirt then his trousers. His cock was bone-hard again by now, protruding from his white Jockey shorts with a sort of grand magnificence, a gaudy reality, and he had trouble slipping his shorts over that grand spectacle of manhood.
When he stood above me in the nude, I could see the hair across his balls. I noticed how one of his nuts hung just a little lower than the other, so they would never rub together and hurt him, and I had to marvel at the glorious construction of the male genitalia. From that moment until now, I have never found a thing that can compare to the glorious, beautiful, sweet beauty of a man's cock and balls.
With all the scars from fighting on his face and body, Jimmy still showed a tenderness that hour that I found difficult to comprehend in the male animal. He knelt beside me, and with gentle fingers laid me back in the hay.
"Raise your hips, Susan," he whispered.
When I complied willingly, he reached up under my skirt and slowly slipped my panties down my thighs. When he saw my hair-covered cunt, he gasped with joy.
"Ohmigawd but that's beautiful! Honest to gawd, that's just beautiful!"
His whole body was trembling as he pulled the panties over my ankles and tossed them aside. Then he took his finger and touched my naked cunt.
"Aaauugghhh!" I gasped, unable to comprehend the terrible passion in my own flesh.
He pushed my legs apart, and took his finger, and pushed it into my cunt.
"Yeeeoohhh-aaauuggghhh!" I tried not to scream because I knew Momma wasn't that far off, but I just couldn't stop myself. When I felt that boy's finger inside my cunt, probing gently into the soft female tissues, I almost lost my senses. In all the wide universe, no matter how big it might turn out to be, there could never be another thing, or another feeling, to equal this supreme joy of sex. That's why they call it the creative act, I guess, because fucking brings to flesh and bone a sense of overwhelming beauty, a fulfillment that joins two human beings in a gory, brutal, agonizing hour of screams and groans to create a fusion of emotions that burns hotter than a star and for a moment welds two individuals into one mass of glorious ecstasy.
Jimmy's finger inside my cunt brought a sort of insanity to my body. All the pent-up juices and desires of the long years of waiting began their glorious tempo, until my tight little butt-cheeks would not stay on the floor.
With a sort of magical rhythm, my eager ass began to pound up and down, following the finger-fuck motion of Jimmy's hand. My clitoris felt like it was burning in acid, until every time that finger massaged across my tingling clit I almost fainted with delirious joy. And still the deeper his finger penetrated, the greater became my pleasure, until I thought I was going to burst like a balloon with sheer satisfaction.
"Deeper, Jimmy!" I groaned with joy. "Push it in deeper, Jimmy! Ooohhh! Aaauuuggghh!. '
I knew about orgasms and such things from those precious sexy books I had under.-my bed, those ones from Greenleaf Classics, and from the stories my girl friends told in school. And right now I knew I was going to have my first male-induced orgasm. I got ready to explode, held my breath, and was ready to cross the universe into mature womanhood.
But Jimmy wouldn't let me.
He pulled out his finger, and sat panting above me in the dim light of the barn.
"Oh, no you don't, Susan," he wheezed with desire. "You ain't gonna come and then leave me with nothin'. "
With experienced expertise he stared at my tingling cunt for a long moment, and then he mounted me.
First he pushed my legs apart, and then he got on his knees between my naked thighs. With his right hand he guided his hard boy-cock into the hairs around my cunt, and then he lay slowly down upon my quivering body.
"Oh, God almighty!" I groaned in agony when I felt that still prick pushing into the tender tissues of my virgin cunt. "Oh, Momma, that hurts! Ooooohhhhh! YAAUUGHHH!"
Jimmy tried to be gentle. He went into me slowly, humping his hairy ass with soft, deeper strokes. But even so I damn near died. A girl's pussy is unbelievably sensitive, and the first time a granite-hard cock bursts open all those virginal tissues, it's just plain agony.
A sweet, dear, priceless, glorious agony!
I could feel his cock massage the opening of my cunt, I could feel the puffy pussy-lips all slurpy with fuck-juice, and I could feel his prick penetrate deeper and deeper into my eager young cunt.
"Jeezuz, that feels good, Susan!" he groaned as he fucked slowly up and down. "Gawdamighty, but that feels good!"
It felt good to me, too, even with all the pain, and I wanted to lay there in the hay forever while Jimmy fucked me into a world of heavenly bliss. I guess we would have done it except for orgasm. I guess everybody who ever fucked would try it once, and just stay there till they died, except for orgasm. Because once you start, once you feel how wonderful a real fuck can be, then there isn't anything in the whole wide world that is more important. A body could go on fucking till it dissolved into a double puddle of gurgling juices full of sunshine and sparkling rainbows. But I felt Jimmy jizz.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand the pain any more, I felt the hot white cum blast out of his cock to splash inside my burning cunt.
I damn near died.
I grabbed that boy with such a bear hug, and fucked him so violently that he must have thought it was the tenth round of a fight to the death. I was coming for the first real time in my life, and I fucked Jimmy so hard I damn near tore his balls off. My legs were around his back, sucking his dick deeper into my cunt, until I almost forced one of his balls into my sweet-running hole. I felt my maidenhead pop and I came again, sweeter than the first time, and they must have heard me screaming all the way down to the ice-cream parlor.
I'm a little unsure of what happened exactly after that. I kind of dimly remember Momma standing over us, beating on Jimmy's naked back with a broom, and all the while she was screaming like a banshee. I guess I was a little insane with pleasure at the time because I kept yelling and bawling and finger-fucking myself when Momma beat Jimmy off of me. I just couldn't stop, it felt so good, and I wanted to fuck myself to death right there in the fresh hay of the old barn. But Momma knew what to do. Maybe she was in the same fix a few times herself, because she knew just what to do. She got one of the milk pails and filled it with cold tap water, and dunked it over me like a cold shower. Even then it took a while for my quivering body to get halfway back to normal, and for a long time I felt like I was cross-eyed with newfound joy. But I finally quieted down enough to just lay there, feeling sleepy and fulfilled and immensely richer than I was before. I wanted to sleep.
I felt so good, and so happy, that I just wanted to go to sleep and dream about fucking for the rest of my life.
"You better go in the house, Susan." Momma's voice was emotional, but she wasn't too mad.
"Just let me lay there a minute, Momma."
"Come on now, young lady. You get dressed and go in the house. And you, young man-" She turned to look with stern disapproval at Jimmy-
"you wait right here while I go get Susan's father."
Jimmy didn't buy that. He hit that barn door going faster than the calf had done, and I never saw him again in my life. I'll always remember him, though, the way all girls remember the first man to fuck them. With a sort of gratitude, and with a priceless love.
And I'll remember the cold fury exhibited by my father when he found out. Daddy worked so hard, with so much to do on the farm, that he never had much time for tenderness, or for sex. He always said that sex was for babies, the way the animals and the chickens did on the farm, and that any more than that was tomfoolery. I know Mamma didn't agree with him, and that's why she cried in her own kitchen so many times when nobody was looking. And I think that's why she wasn't so mad when she found me fucking Jimmy in the barn.
And it could be that's the reason I'm here now, in this fabulous mansion, while all these people are fucking on the sofa, and on the floor, and I'm watching Gloria get a cock shoved up her ass-hole.
Maybe I was meant to have a life of pleasure. Even though it isn't nice to see Paul near the fireplace, with his head all squashed that way.
But then I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe I just better copy from my diary the way it happened.
CHAPTER TWO
Living on a farm has its advantages, but there are times when it doesn't seem proper for a young lady to be here. I mean, it isn't easy for a girl to watch the horses fuck all the time, or to see a bull jab a twenty-inch cock into the steaming cunt of a willing cow. And then there's the roosters, and the dogs, and the sheep, and the wild birds, and the hard-cocked boys from town. Everywhere you look, something or somebody is fucking all the time, chirping with joy in the fundamental act, or screeching from a parked car down by the river. So how's a young girl expected to grow up a virgin? That seems dumb anyway, to keep your legs crossed just to please some old bastard preacher who made up the rules a long time ago. It ain't natural. So no wonder all the girls in high school, or even before, finally rebelled against the rules and went out to get themselves screwed. That's why we're healthier now, and a lot happier. The new rules are better. Fuck when you want to, and some day a boy will love you and marry you just the same. After all, he's been fucking your girl friends for years!
But I keep digressing from the diary pages on the desk.
I wanted to tell you about the river. Only there's so many pages that I kept notes in, so many wonderful things happened down there by the water, that it's hard to decide which is best. One thing for sure I have to tell. It's the day old Black Moe came away from his river shack and decided to get him some sweet white pussy.
It was about a week after Jimmy Harris broke by cherry, and I was needing a screw something terrible. I was in my bedroom looking at myself in the big mirror, when I got a flash recollection of
Jimmy's cock between my legs. It made me so hot that I peeled off all my clothes and stared into the mirror at my hungry body.
I had real nice titties. Maybe just a bit too big from all the fresh milk I drank on the farm or maybe from all that fresh air and exercise. But my legs were perfect. Real nice and firm, straight and tender, while the cheeks of my ass were well-rounded and firm. The hair around my juicy cunt was thick, deep brown, and almost as soft as my regular hair. I had big blue eyes, real white teeth and pretty lips, and my nose was nice. A strange thing about me was my hair. It was supposed to be blonde, but with all that sunshine, and that raw fresh food we had on the farm, my hair was almost the color of honeysuckle..I wore it kind of long, and just took it for granted the boys knew what they were talking about when they said I was a knockout.
That made me feel good, so I wanted to give them something nice for the compliment. like a good healthy fuck, or a quick squeeze on my sensitive titties.
Anyway, it was almost the middle of July, and I was feeling very sexy. Daddy still wasn't talking to me so he hadn't left me any chores today, and Momma had locked herself into the bathroom with one of my Greenleaf Classics books that she didn't know I saw her take.
I was restless as I stared at my sweet naked flesh, and there was a sudden urge to put my finger in my pussy. That sometimes helped to relieve the terrible urgency of my need, but it was nothing at all like having a boy screw you into a frenzy. So I got dressed, and decided to go down by the river. Lots of boys and girls went swimming down there, and I knew that sometimes they got to fucking in the bushes. Maybe if I was lucky, I could find somebody to fuck me before I went crazy.
There were a couple of parked cars down near the end of the lane, and one dune buggy was tearing like mad across the far fields, but I didn't see anybody as I walked down the lane. It was a hot day, with thunderclouds building over the far mountains, and the afternoon was just beautiful. I loved all the wild flowers, the buzz of the bees, and the darting flight of dragonflies above the hollyhocks. Always before when I walked down here, I took special notice of all these natural wonders, but today I needed a screw so terrible that nothing seemed important except the woods near the river. Down there, right now, there were boys in heat. Boys were always in heat. And when they knew a girl was willing, it didn't take long for the zippers to fly open, for the throbbing cocks to be ready to gush a river of hot sperm.
And Lord Amighty, was I willing!
The lane seemed longer today until I wanted to run, or take a short cut through Mr. Wilson's field. But that old bastard Debbil was out there in the field snorting. That damn old bull could smell the heat from a girl, and if he got to her, he might trample her trying to ram that gigantic prick up her ass. In a way that sounded real exciting, but I sure didn't want to be trampled by any mean bull.
So I walked the lane until I came to the meadow, then crossed through the buzzing bees until I got to the woods. It was cooler among those giant cottonwood trees, and all around me I could smell the wild strawberries and crab apples. A woodpecker was hammering against a dead trunk somewhere amongst the greenery while the wild canaries darted like lost souls among the boughs. It was a pretty sight, one that I still remember even while I sit in this great mansion, but it still could not compare to the urgency of my throbbing tits or the tingle in my cunt. When a girl sets her mind to getting screwed, there is precious little else that means anything.
And I meant to get screwed this day.
Still, I hadn't reckoned with old Black Moe. He was one of those old-time colored folks who still don't know they've been emancipated, and intend to live out their lives doing their Yassuhs to the while folks. But I guess he knew what he was up to, because old Black Moe was the happiest person I ever did know. He didn't owe any bills, he didn't have to work, and he spent his life fishing for mud cats in the river. But this day I found out there was one thing he wanted. One thing that was stronger than his fear of white justice or his ancient taboos of jungle memories.
Old Black Moe wanted to fuck a white girl. A real young, tender, juicy, eager, plump-cunted white girl. Nobody ever knew how old Moe really was. Some said twenty-four, while others swore he had been living in that shack by the river since the Civil War. But all we knew was that he had a thin white beard, great big muscles, and that he was so huge that even old Debbil kept away when Moe crossed through the fields.
This day there were only seven girls and four boys at the river. They all had on swim suits when I found them, and they didn't seem to be talking about sex. That was unusual but I soon found out why. Old Black Moe was trying to sell them a big channel cat.
"He mus' weigh over forty pounds." Moe's animated face was nice to look at, while his eyes sparkled beneath the black pupils. "Y'all kin have 'im fo' nothin'! "
The great fish lay squirming among the dead leaves, gasping for liquid air, while Moe held him down by a big black naked foot.
"How come you gonna give him to us?" Melvin asked, more curious than doubtful. "That ain't like you at all, Moe. You must want something."
"If n you lets me watch you swim-" Moe's face was beaded with sweat as he stared at Madelaine in her bikini"then y'all kin keep the cat. Jes' don' tell yore folks, so's f git me in trubble."
We all knew what Moe had on his mind, and I hated Madelaine right on the spot. Just because she had on her bikini, and her big titties were almost out of the thing, was no reason for Moe to think she was better than us other girls. But when a man sets his sights on a pair of thighs, all the words in the world won't make him think twice about it. And old Moe meant to fuck Madelaine.
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!" Gary laughed. "That old black bastard wants to screw you, Madelaine!"
"Ain't no nigger gonna fuck me!" she scoffed, her pretty face clouded with anger. "I'll say who's gonna do it to me and who ain't."
For all her beauty Madelaine had a foul tongue. There was talk that she was still a virgin, and that she talked dirty just to prove otherwise. But none of the boys ever bragged about getting into her pants. They all wanted to because she had big titties and real nice legs with puppy fat still on them, and her little ass filled out the bikini perfectly.
"Get out of here, you old bastard!" she swore at Moe. "You touch me and I'll cut your black cock off!"
She meant it, too, because she was scared. We could all see how frightened she was, and that got the sex drums to beating in our ears.
"Go ahead and fuck her, Moe!" Gary challenged. "I always wanted to see that red-headed bitch get hers. Go ahead and do it to her!"
"Yeah, fuck her, Moe!"
"Stick it up her high-falutin' ass!"
"Bust her cunt for her, Moe!"
Everybody kept urging him on, while Madelaine got more scared by the minute. It started as a kind of joke, but with all that excitement we all got caught up in it real quick. Before we knew it, the boys were chasing Madelaine to hold her down, while old Black Moe just stood there staring, with a kind of consuming hunger in his eyes. I could see in his pants how he was getting a hard-on, and it made me gasp to think that monstrous ebony prick was going to get stuck between Madelaine's milk-white thighs.
God, but I hated her!
"Leave me alone!" she screamed with panic when Gary grabbed her by the long red hair. "Goddammit, you leave me alone, Gary Millikin! I don't want no goddamn nigger putting his cock in me! Let me go! Let me go!"
But he dragged her into the bushes, and we all followed. Moe hung back, anxious but filled with unknown terrors, until we urged him into the bushes with us.
"Pull that bikini off her!" someone said. "Let's get a look at her naked cunt!"
"Yeah, Gary, strip her naked. I always did want to see a red-haired pussy!"
I wanted to see her twat myself. There was something lovely and tender, beautiful and sweet about a girl's bare flesh. And right now I was as anxious to see Madelaine nude as the boys were.
It didn't take long. Two quick yanks, the tear of some cloth, and the bikini was cast aside.
"My God, look at that!"
"Oh, Jesus, ain't she purty!"
"Man oh man, look at them sweet titties!"
The boys were crazy now. They were close to sex, they could smell it, and they forgot all about old Moe. Gary whipped down his swim trunks until his stiff cock stood out straight and tall, uncircumcised and beautiful.
"I'm gonna fuck her myself!" he groaned. "Just look at that sweet pussy, all bare and covered with cunt hairs. By god, I'm gonna fuck her myself!"
"You git away from me, Gary Millikin!" Madelaine screamed as she threw a handful of grass at him. "I'm gonna tell my Dad on you. He'll shoot your ass full of buckshot if you touch me!"
The threat seemed to make Gary hesitate, and lost him a fine piece of strange pussy. Someone had pushed old Black Moe into the group, and now he stood there staring down at Madelaine's nude white body.
"Oh, Lawd in Hebbin, look a' that!" he groaned as Madelaine tried to cross her legs. "That there's a real honest to Gawd white girl. A shore 'nuff white pussy. Oh, Lawd amighty I gots t'do it!"
His fingers were trembling so much it was hard for Moe to untie the piece of rope that held up his trousers. When he couldn't get it, he ripped off his shirt and then tore that rope in half like a piece of string.
Glory be!
If I live to be a hundred, I'll never again see such a terrible sight!
Old Moe had a cock the size of a stud horse. It must have been fourteen inches long, big around as a yokewagon tongue, while the knob on the end looked like a black mushroom sprung up from the summer rains. I stared at that magnificent instrument of torment until I wanted to kill Madelaine. We all knew she really wanted Moe to fuck her, and that she was just pretending hard to get the way girls should do, and right then I would have given anything to be laying in the grass, in the bushes, with my cunt all bare and waiting to be punctured with that godawful tool.
"Jesus Christ, look at that!" Mike Downing almost choked when he saw Moe's cock. "I always knew those niggers had big cocks, but that's unbelievable! Jesus Christ, it looks like a rotten salami!"
"Stick it in her, Moe!" Brenda Cartright hissed with sex in her voice. "Get right down there and fuck that pussy till the blood spurts out! Put it in her cunt, Moe!"
It got real quiet all of a sudden. In a way we had been fooling around, but now we knew it was going to happen. Old Black Moe was going to get down there and shove that gigantic black cock right between Madelaine's thighs. He was going to stick it in her little pussy, and push it in real deep, and he was going to jizz right inside her young white cunt. The realization that we were all involved was a heavy weight, while Moe stood there trembling like he was making the final step into hell.
But we could not stop.
The sex was in our veins, in our minds, like we were all drugged or something, and if we all died right there, we would still go through with it. One and all we were going to have an interracial fuck, whether it was by proxy or whether we all got to have a real taste of this glorious moment.
"Ah gots t'do it!" Moe almost whimpered as the great muscles of his body quivered with anticipation. "No matter what comes fo' it, ah gots t'do it to that little girl!"
Madelaine seemed to be in a state of shock as two of the boys held her down and forced her legs apart. Her sweet little red-haired cunt was tiny compared to that gigantic black tool that was getting closer to her crotch, and when old Moe knelt between her legs to stare at her pussy, she let out some howls that sounded like her tit was caught in the wringer. She screamed, and bellowed, and tried to get away, but the boys held her fast.
"Stick it in her, Moe!" Gary urged. "Put it in between her legs and fuck her a good one!"
We crowded so close there was hardly room to breathe when Moe held that black salami in two hands and guided it between her legs. When Madelaine felt that bulbous cock-head pressing against her cunt-lips she almost had apoplexy. It was all the boys could do to hold her, so I got down and tried to hold one of her legs.
"It's goin' in!" old Moe gasped with pleasure. "Ah got it right in this little white cunt, and I think it's a gonna fit! Aaaahhhhh! Uuunnn-ggghhh!"
From my position on the ground, I could see when that great black cock began to penetrate. At first it was slow, and I thought he was going to split Madelaine right up the middle. But every time she jerked and screamed, his cock went a little bit deeper into her cunt. She was bellowing so loud now that it scared a flock of redwings right off the marsh tails, but Moe kept at it. I knew it was hurting him something fierce because he kept bawling like a stuck pig, but he pressed even harder until he must have had seven inches of that great black cock inside of Madelaine's tiny white cunt. It might have been hurting her, too, but right then she didn't know it. She was screeching like a banshee, and it was from joy.
"Stick it deeper!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder, Moe! AAAUUWWWGGHH! OOOWWEEHH!!"
She was fucking so hard it scattered leaves all over the place, while Moe still had one hand around his cock trying to guide it into her cunt. That was such a massive prick, such a glorious hunk of raw cock, that four of us could have got stuck on it at once. But that little bitch of a Madelaine was having it all to herself, just laying there in the wild grass screeching with pleasure while I wanted to die from need.
"It's goin' deeper!" old Moe gasped as he sat between her legs with his eyes closed. "Ah got mah cock right between this little girl's legs, and ah's really fuckin' her. Lawdy! Glory be! Lan' sakes alive but it do feel good!"
I could see the big veins sticking out around that big black cock, and I could imagine what it felt like inside of Madelaine's cunt right now. All tore up and bloody-filled with ecstasy and never wanting to stop.
"Give me more!" she screamed. "I got to have more of it! AAHHGGHH!! EEEOOOWWWW!! "
Gary and Melvin were sucking on Madelaine's titties since Moe was still concentrating on pushing that big black cock all the way into her cunt. Spit was coming out of her mouth and her eyeballs were lost in the back of her head, and she was babbling with joy. I figured when old Moe jizzed in her twat, it was going to whitewash her whole insides, and I hated that lucky bitch with all my heart.
Toby Jensen couldn't stand it any more. She was a fat little brunette with thin lips, and she wasn't much to look at. But when boys get a hard-on, they don't care much for looks, and Toby knew that. She peeled off her swim suit and rubbed her cunt against Melvin's shoulder.
"I wanta fuck!" she panted. "Somebody come and give me a fuck!"
Melvin smelled that female heat and couldn't resist, even when it was Toby Jensen. He whipped out his long skinny pecker and threw her onto the grass, and didn't even bother to kiss her first. He just started to fuck her, real hard, while she farted with satisfaction and joy.
But I wasn't interested in them. I could see that Moe was going to jizz any minute, even though he didn't have half that big cock in Madelaine's cunt. The old black man started to wheeze like he was having a convulsion or something, and with one final lunge he tried to bury his big cock to the balls. Of course it would never fit inside of Madelaine's tiny snatch, but she tried to help him. She pressed up onto her heels and the back of her head so he could get a fraction of an inch more in her hole, and then when she felt that cum splash inside her box, she went berserk. She cried and laughed and bawled and screamed while her bare ass pounded that wild grass in a frenzy of female orgasm.
"It's comin'! " old Moe almost whispered, like it was something holy. "It's a rollin' out of me an' right into this purty little girl! Aaahhhhh! Oooooowwweeee!"
He shook like a great oak in a tornado as he took deliberate, slow strokes, while his chestnut-colored balls spewed cum into Madelaine's willing cunt. It was like a squashed cocoanut or something, because the milk-white cum gushed into Madelaine and filled her cunt to the brim, then it ran down between the crack of her ass to cover the green grass. And all the while Moe kept pumping, as though he had saved this river of cum for a thousand years to give to this little girl in the bushes this fine summer day.
And Madelaine closed her eyes, hummed softly to herself, while she had orgasm after orgasm and looked like she never wanted it to ever stop.
But like all good fucks, it finally had to end. When Moe couldn't come any longer, and when his magnificent black cock went soft enough to slip out of Madelaine's cunt, he just sort of hunched up in the grass and groaned like a great ape who just had his first taste of some long-desired fruit.
Madelaine laid there with her legs open and her cunt full of cock-cream, with a Madonna-like smile on her now-beautiful face. Toby was still fucking with Melvin, and it would have been nice if it could have ended that way. I'm sure I could have got one of the boys to screw me if I acted fast, but I kept staring at that beautiful black cock while I envied Madelaine. I should have taken off my clothes and made one of the boys fuck me right then. I know they would have done it for me. But after seeing that horse-cock stuck into Madelaine, the other boys seemed pale and tiny right then. I needed a rape-fuck, and hurt-fuck, one that would satisfy me the way Madelaine got satisfied.
So I waited too long.
I guess the boys got a sort of orgasm watching Madelaine get screwed, or else the frenzy had been so great for all of us that we were emotionally tuckered out. But whatever happened it wasn't nice.
Those boys suddenly decided it wasn't right for old Black Moe to fuck a white girl. Especially one that they all wanted to screw. So they started to kick him, and call him all the old racial names, and they hit him in the face with their fists. Old Moe could have whipped them all. But he just got to his feet while they were beating on him, then slowly got his clothes together, and sauntered off through the trees with his face all bloody.
I guess it was a terrible scene, and not to be remembered. But I do remember. Because the last thing I heard old Moe mutter as he walked away was something beautiful. And I kind of took the words to my own life, because the words are true. He was thinking about the fuck he had with Madelaine. And with all the pain, and the hurt, and the fear, and the loss of dignity, he could still say reverently as he walked away:
"It was worth it. For a good fuck like that, it was worth anything!"
CHAPTER THREE
Dammit!
I wanted to tell you about Andrea Higgins. She was only fourteen years old when it happened, and those hobos down by the switchyard really gave it to her good. Right there in that old boxcar. She had slivers in her rump for two weeks, and what they did to her half-ripe tits was yukky. But now I can't put it in this book, because some ass-hole went and spilled ink through six pages of my diary and I can't read my own record there. Dammit!
Without my diary, I can only remember the highlights of what happened in those years, and that won't do for a real-life story like this one.
Maybe I spilled that ink myself come to think of it, because the record takes up again right in the middle of Aunt Millicent's visit. And I was terribly excited about what happened then.
Aunt Millicent was about thirty years old back then, and she was our Maiden Aunt. She was pretty in a pure sort of way, with her hair in a bun while she wore big rim glasses even when she didn't need them. She always had books in her arm and she worked as a librarian over in Mill Hollow. All her life she stuck her nose in books, and read poetry, and gave lessons at her home about the Romantic authors. She had never married and I always had the feeling Aunt Millicent turned out the lights when she took a bath. She thought sex was brutal, and that's why she wasn't married. When a man tried to put his hand under that long dress she wore, she always locked herself in the house for a week and wrote mad love letters to pen pals around the world. Love letters. Filled with philosophical beauty, without one inference to admit a human being was flesh first, and dreams after.
I always read some of her letters when she come to visit because I was snoopy like most young girls, and she always had a purse full of the things. I really liked her letters, they were beautiful, but even then I knew Aunt Millicent was out of touch with reality.
We fixed that.
I knew how great it was to get fucked the next time she came to visit, so I told Gary and Bruno and some of the other guys what I had in mind.
"Cripes, we can't just rape her, Susan!" Bruno protested, even though I knew he wanted to do just that.
"You won't have to rape her," I said. "Maybe force her a little is all. Once you get your hand up her dress, and she feels your finger in her cunt, she'll be willing. No woman can resist when it's gone that far."
"Yeah, but what if she turns us in?" Melvin was apprehensive. "What if she really is frigid, and don't like what we do to her? I sure as hell don't want no trouble over some cold turkey."
It took a lot of arguing, and I had to agree to make Melvin a fresh apple pie after, but the boys finally agreed to fuck Aunt Millicent.
We set it up for Friday evening, down in the apple orchard. I told Aunt Millicent that a group of us wanted her to read for us. We liked poetry, I lied, and would she read for us.
It was a beautiful evening when we got settled in. There were six boys and five of us girls besides Aunt Millicent, and we sat on bright-colored Indian blankets that Momma bought at the Reservation.
"It will be dark soon." Aunt Millicent seemed ill at ease as she thumbed through one of her books. "I might have to recite some of the verse I've memorized if it gets too dark."
"There's a full moon," Debbie giggled. "We'll be able to see everything real good."
She giggled again, in a secret sort of way that told she was up to something, and Aunt Millicent looked like a rabbit ready to dash away from the hounds.
She wasn't as dumb as we thought.
Aunt Millicent had a melodic voice and as she read, with perfect intonations, the bunch of us got a little carried away. It. was nice to sit under the apple trees on a beautiful summer night and listen to noble words emanate from the person of a lady like Millicent. Maybe we all needed something like that in our lives, an hour exposed to things beyond us and filled with a sort of mysterious majesty.
Still, when you're young, it's hard to concentrate for very long, and pretty soon I saw Bruno nudge Melvin.
It was starting.
The way we had it figured, Melvin was going to start playing around with Sandy Carpenter. We figured that would give us an excuse just in case. If Aunt Millicent ever tried to make trouble, we was all gonna say that she wanted to do it. She got right in there with us and seduced those young boys.
Who could argue with that kind of logic?
Aunt Millicent's big brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight when she glanced over and saw Melvin squeezing Sandy's tittie.
"Oh, my goodness!"
She tried to go back to reading, but she missed lines and choked on the words when she saw Melvin reach down to massage Sandy's cunt.
"Oh, I think it's time to go!" She slammed her book shut as she tried to avoid looking at the lovers. "Oh, good heavens!"
Bruno and the rest of the boys, even the girls, had said they didn't want any part of raping Millicent. And of course none of us wanted that. But when you get a lot of horny people together, and you get into a sort of orgy, then everyone goes a little crazy. You don't really think what you're doing and there's no room to worry about consequences.
"Let's fuck her!" Bruno spoke out loud as he stared at Millicent.
"Oh, good heavens!"
Millicent tried to get to her feet, but her books spilled all over the Indian blankets, and when she tried to pick them up, it was too late. Melvin had his cock out and was laying on his back while Sandy jacked him off, and when Millicent saw that raw scene, it got to her. She stood there rooted to the spot like one of the apple trees, a hand to her cheek, and her mouth was open wide enough to catch a bumblebee.
"What are they doing!" she gasped like she was gazing into a hellish scene from one of her books. "What are those children doing! Oh, my goodness!"
She wasn't pretending. She was really aghast, and if she had wings, I know she would have fluttered away from there in a second.
But she was so petrified by that hand-pumped prick that she didn't feel Bruno pressing her down onto the blanket. Only when he started to unbutton the long dress, did she realize that this was no story. She was living in the middle of a classic sex scene.
"Stop that!" she screeched when she realized Bruno had her dress-unbuttoned. "What are you doing, young man!"
There was no sexual overtone in her cold voice, and I had a quick fright that maybe the boys had been right. Maybe Aunt Millicent really was frigid. And we were in trouble.
"Help me, somebody!" Bruno grunted when
Millicent tried to fight away from him. "Somebody hold her fucking legs!"
Douglas Wilson was a pudgy fellow, and he liked to jack off while somebody else was screwing, but we could always count on him to get right in the middle of things. He grabbed Millicent by the ankles, then sat on them while he got his little pecker out to begin stroking it.
"Do it to her, Bruno!" Douglas wheezed with that squeaky voice of his. "I wanta see her cunt, Bruno. Do it to her real good!"
Bruno was trying.
He knelt on one of Millicent's arms while he finished undoing the buttons on her dress, then he peeled it away from her body like an orange rind.
"Cripes, what's that she's wearing?"
It was one of those old-fashioned cotton slips, one that covered all the shoulders and went down to her ankles. There were little pink bows across the slip but it was so heavy you couldn't see through it.
"God, she's probably wearing a chastity belt!" Bruno seemed to lose some interest. "Man, I don't think this was such a good idea after all, Susan."
"You leave me alone!" Aunt Millicent was gasping with her efforts to get loose. "Now you children go away and leave me alone!"
There was a new tone to her voice, like she had when she read a special, tender passage in her poetry books. And right then I figured Aunt Millicent was normal like the rest of us.
"Take off her petticoat!" Douglas wheezed as he pumped his little prick and got more excited by the minute. "I wanta see her cunt, Bruno."
Some of the other kids had been messing around, but they all got caught up in what we were doing, even Melvin and Sandy. We all got as close as we could, and a dozen fingers started to pull on Millicent's underslip.
"Now you stop that right now, you hear me!" Millicent struggled desperately, feeling the strange fingers over her body. "You let me up from here this very minute! Stop that! Ooohh! Don't do that! Ooowwhhh!"
I was getting so hot I wanted the boys to tear off my clothes and have at me, but they were too far gone. Especially when they got to tearing that underslip off Millicent. It tore real hard but they got it, and my aunt lay there in the moonlight with just her panties and a cotton bra to cover her from those hungry eyes. It was a beautiful sight, to see her panting that way and know she was only minutes away from a good old-fashioned fuck. No matter what her books had to say, there was nothing in any of them, not one of them, that could bring the total feelings she was about to experience. You would think we would all be screeching with passion, but it didn't happen that way. Everybody was so serious, and so caught up in this night of silent violence, that you could hear the crickets singing in the tall grass.
"I can see some cunt hair!" Douglas wheezed as he stared at Millicent's crotch. "Shit, shit, shit-I can see the hairs around her bloomer legs! Ooohhh! Wowwweeee!"
He pumped his prick real hard until a thin stream of cum went spurting out his cock to fall on the Indian blanket. Then he let go of Millicent and kind of rolled senseless on the ground, with his hand still clutching his jacked-off cock. Douglas wasn't at all handsome, but I sure would have let him put that naked cock between my legs right then.
"Please ... please!"
Aunt Millicent had a strange look on her face as she pleaded desperately to be let loose. She seemed to be staring out into the stars, at worlds we could not even comprehend, while those strange hands touched her exposed body.
"Jesus, she's really built good!" Bruno panted as we stared at her. "You'd never know it with those funny clothes she wears, but she's really got a set of knockers!"
Millicent had magnificent tits. When they pulled off her bra, the full-rounded jugs were perfect as new melons, while her nipples looked like choke cherries ready to burst with juice.
"Man, that's gorgeous!" Gary gasped as we all stared. "Man, oh man, that's goddamn gorgeous for sure!"
He reached over to pinch one of those sweet nipples, and when Aunt Millicent felt strange fingers around her titties, she almost went berserk.
"Yeeeooohhh!" she screeched, kicking her legs in the air now that Douglas wasn't holding her. "Aauugghhh! Let me go! Oh, please don't! Oh, my God! Oh, fuck almighty!"
I never did hear Aunt Millicent swear before, and didn't even know she had words like that in her vocabulary. But all of a sudden she started to use swear words that some of us had never heard before. She kept saying them, and squeezing Gary's hand tighter around her tittie, and I knew from then on I'd be her favorite niece.
"Take her pants off!" someone whispered excitedly. "Let's see what her cunt looks like!"
Millicent didn't fight when they took off her panties. In fact she kind of helped, by raising her rump so the panties slipped off easy.
"Jesus, look at that!"
"God, she's really got a crop of hairs!"
"Hey, man, lemme do it to her first!"
Everyone was excited now, ready for anything, and I felt the ripe juices flowing through my own body with maddening hunger.
"I started it, so I go first," Bruno said, pushing one of the boys away. "But, man, would you get a look at those cunt hairs! You gotta have a ten-inch cock to get through that bush first!"
Aunt Millicent did have a glorious crop of pussy hair. Thick and brown, luxurious and curly, it grew abundantly between her legs and high onto her stomach. Bruno rubbed his hand through her beaver and Millicent screamed loud enough to stampede the horses in the next pasture.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Oh, please don't do it to me! I don't want to do it! Oh, this isn't right! It just isn't right!"
She seemed to be reciting something she had memorized, but her reactions were her own. I never did see a woman get so carried away as Aunt Millicent. When Bruno stuck his finger in her cunt, she reared like an unbroke stallion and then tried to chew that Indian blanket into pieces.
"Man, that's some sweet pussy!" Bruno panted as he got his nose right up to it. "I think I'm gonna eat the sonofabitch first!"
He buried his nose in those cunt hairs and started to lick with his tongue. Her cunt might have tasted sweet to Bruno, but Millicent couldn't stand it. She bellowed like a stepped-on toad and threw that big-muscled Bruno halfway through the apple orchard. Next second she was standing on her feet, with her eyes all crazy, while her hips got to fucking like she practiced all her life.
"Fuck! Oh, shit! Cock and balls! Jizz and pricks!"
Aunt Millicent never learned those words in her own books, so I figured she must have been sneaking some of my nice Greenleaf Classics the way Momma did. But of course nobody needs to read a book to know how to screw. And that's what Aunt Millicent meant to do this night. We came down here to rape her, but thinking back on it I guess she really screwed the lot of us. Bruno staggered back with his nose bleeding where Millicent kicked him, but he sure didn't show any pain. He was more excited than ever, and when he almost knocked Millicent to the ground, I knew she was gonna get a lay she would never forget.
"I'm gonna stick my dick in you, lady!" he gasped as he whipped out his stubby, thick cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard it'll break your cunt!"
From then on he didn't try any finesse, or give her any chance to ease into her sex life. Bruno was always brutal at the best of times, but when he got between Millicent's legs the animal came out in him. He took that big round pud of his and rammed it into her cunt with such force she almost fainted. I could see the agony in her face, and she hunched up like a cow with a ten-pound bull-cock in her cunt, but from then on she met Bruno stroke for stroke.
"Do it to me, mister!" Millicent screeched. "Oh, yes! Do it harder! Fuck me harder! Ooohhhhhh! OowwwwWWW! YAAEEE!"
It got to the rest of us so bad that we started fucking all over the place, a tangle of bodies in the moonlight that turned the apple orchard into an acre of joy. I don't even remember who did what to who, and I'm not sure all the girls got fucked, but I got mine and that's the important thing. The only trouble was, Gary and me were so hot that we only got to screw for a minute before we both orgasmed something fierce, and then I laid in the moonlight and watched Bruno fuck my aunt for almost an hour.
He came real hard the first time and wanted to stop, but Millicent meant to catch up on what she'd been missing. She got his softening cock in her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, crooning soft music to herself all the time until Bruno's dick got hard again. And when a boy comes but can get a second hard-on, he can fuck all night. Bruno sure tried. He screwed her sideways, upside down, doggy-fashion, head-to-toe, in the armpits, between the toes, in the ear, and every which way that ain't got no name. I don't knows who was fucking who that night, but they both shot their load time and again until it looked like they was gonna fuck till sunup. When Bruno's pecker got too sore to go any more, he rolled off and lay there on the blanket moaning in misery, while Melvin went over to finger-fuck Aunt Millicent. She didn't care right then if it was a porcupine sticking her. All she wanted was to catch up on all those wasted years, and she was in seventh heaven. I could see the sweat glisten on her naked flesh, those lovely titties heaving with pleasure, while Melvin pushed his finger in and out of her quivering box. And I know right then, even if Aunt Millicent wasn't with us when old Black Moe got his, that she agreed with him. No matter what happened, a night of fucking was worth anything. But that's easy to say.
It's real easy to say, and to believe it, when the heat of sex is in your blood and you share the exquisite joy that only screwing can bring.
Yet there are consequences.
And sometimes, in a more sober moment, you have to wonder if the fucking you get is worth the fucking you get.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nothing much happened to us kids because of the orgy under the apple trees, and if everybody had let well enough alone, there wouldn't have been any trouble. Once you've been lucky enough to have a good piece of ass, the best thing to do is thank your lucky stars, and go on like nothing happened. And of course that's what we all did.
Except for Aunt Millicent. Oh, she was grateful to me and treated me like a princess for the rest of her weekend visit, but when she got back to work at the library, I guess it was just too much for her. She was very normal after all, because once she got a taste of that sweet stuff, she had to have more.
The trouble was, she couldn't wait for the proper time and place. She meant to get her share of fucking, so she went right after it. Right in the library, between all those racks of books, and she did it with Clifford Simack. Now Clifford is only twelve, and she didn't really get to fuck him, but she sure was on the right track. Somehow, right there in the library, she must have let that little boy see her cunt. We didn't get the details but it was told she got him between the racks, and pulled up her skirt, so he could get a gander at those beautiful thighs. Even a boy that age gets a hard-on, and a stiff cock has no conscience, so the two of them got carried away. Next thing you know the whole library's in an uproar. Everybody heard all that screaming in the quiet place, and when they went to look, it must have been a grand sight. There was little Clifford with his head up under Millicent's dress, sucking on her cunt, while she stood there screaming and pulling her hair. They say it took two other women and four big students to pull them apart, and Aunt Millicent was laughing with joy all the way to the hospital.
Nobody went to jail, but it was a ripe scandal in the valley as long as I stayed there. And it took my aunt just two years to go through all that money she had pennypinched. She got to paying milkmen, janitors, the grocery boy, and every other fellow who could get a hard-on, to come to her house for a few hours. She must have been brutal with them because they all staggered away after and never did go back for seconds, and Aunt Millicent screwed herself down to skin and bone. She ended up weighing barely ninety pounds, but she sure got prettier every month. Daddy wouldn't let her come visit us any more, so she moved to Philadelphia after she sold her house.
I guess I envied her all that screwing, since I wasn't getting hardly any at all, and sometimes I dreamed I was a mare in the meadow just waiting for Raja to fuck me. Raja was Daddy's prize animal, a huge horse with a great flowing mane and a cock the size of a tree. The head of his prick didn't swell up like a boy's does, but the length of the thing would take your breath away. It was long as my arm, big around as the biggest cucumber I ever did see, and Raja liked to stand in the hot meadow with his big whang hanging down under his belly all proud and snorting with heat. I always wanted Raja to stick that cock in me, and many times I thought about laying over a bale of hay to let him mount me, but then I was scared I might get stuck on the thing and never get off. That would be a real sight, to be dragged across the meadows stuck to the end of a horse-cock!
Still I got my share of sex with Raja, because I got to see him fuck the mares sometimes. I would hide in the barn so Daddy couldn't see me, and watch when that great stallion mounted a puff-cunted mare. It was unbelievable that such a giant hunk of meat could go inside a pussy, but those mares took it all. They humped like it was busting their insides all to hell, but they let Raja fuck them every time. And when Daddy didn't get enough mares, Raja would stand there in the meadow with his great cock swinging like a pendulum, until he could slap it against his gut hard enough to make him come in the grass. It was such a waste, but I never could figure out a way to let him stick it in me. Later on, I saw how it could be done, at the mansion, and I'll tell you about that later on. But right now you have to meet Koozie. That's a funny name, but that's what she was called, so I'll just have to stick with it. Koozie was crazy. At least we always thought she was, and she sure did look like a loony.
She lived in that old rundown shanty next to the sugar factory, and I guess she must have been a thousand years old. Her teeth were all gone and her face looked like leather, and many's the story in the valley that she was a real witch. Ever since I was a child I was afraid of her, and so was all the other kids, and we used to chant in front of her shanty until she came and chased us with a broom. She threw walnuts at us, those big black hairy walnuts that grew on her trees, and I never dreamed she could be mixed up in my sex life. But she sure enough was.
It happened in August, on one of those dog days when it was so hot and sticky we all planned to go swimming in the river. But Momma told me to stop at the Koozie shanty and tell the old hag to bring over some walnuts for baking cookies, so before we went swimming, I ran that little errand. It turned out to be a frightening, sensual, very exciting day.
I took Patricia Swanson along with me, and we were just going to be a few minutes, until we saw what was going on. There was a bunch of hobos gathering walnuts at Koozie's place, and when they saw me and Patricia, we knew right away that we were in for some of the same treatment they gave to Andrea Higgins in the boxcar.
"Hello there, girls!" one of the hobos grinned when they saw us. He was a nice-looking guy, about twenty years old, but I could tell by his eyes that he was dumb. A real hobo like that never goes to school, just bums around and lives off the land, and what he sees he takes. They never stay long in one place, so they can get away with most anything.
"I think we better go, Susan!" Patricia whispered with fright.
I felt the same way, but we were already in the yard and it was fenced, with grape vines growing thick over the fence, so we were kind of trapped.
"You girls want some nuts?" one of the older, dirtier hobos asked. The way he said nuts I knew he wasn't thinking about walnuts.
"We just came to see Koozie!" I tried to keep the fright out of my voice. "But if she isn't here, I guess we better go."
I turned to leave but another man was standing in the gate. He grinned at us, and kind of licked his chops, and I knew we was gonna get fucked.
"Why, hello there, Susan!" The old hag came out from the dark interior of her shanty, like a mole emerging from a damp cave. "I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks. Did you want some more walnuts?"
Her tone was serious, like always, and I had the feeling there was no evil she had not looked upon or would not condone.
I think Koozie really was a witch, because right then she seemed to cast a spell on both of us. We couldn't run, and we couldn't scream for help. Now it's okay when a young girl decides to get herself screwed, but then it's another matter when a bunch of dirty hobos decide they want to try a healthy young farm maiden. Different kinds of emotions get involved, and it isn't always pleasant.
"You girls want to earn a quarter?" one of the older men came over to me. "You're a mighty nice-looking girl, and I wouldn't mind giving you a quarter."
"Oh, no thank you," I choked. "I have plenty of money at home."
"I just want to see your pee-pee," he insisted, shoving the quarter at me. "I ain't gonna touch it or nothin'. I just wanta see that healthy cunt of yours."
I knew he was going to see it, one way or another, but I couldn't give up without trying.
"I'm scared, Susan!" Patricia seemed to cross her legs tightly where she stood. "Let's go home, Susan!"
I was just as terrified, but what can young girls do against a bunch of hobos who mean to get between their legs?
"You sure are a pretty one!" the man with the quarter said as he reached for the bottom of my dress. "Come on now, let's just have a little peek!"
I shivered with unknown emotion as he pulled my dress up over my thighs, and when he was staring at my panty-covered cunt, my emotions got all twisted. I was terrified and horny all at once, because I never could put a stop to my sexual desire once it got aroused. But when that man reached in to rub my pussy, I couldn't help yelling.
"Ah, shut up!" The man cuffed me hard until bells rung in my ears. "You fuckin' kids give it away all the time. Those farm boys don't appreciate good stuff like you got. Come on, let a man show you how it's really done!"
"Do it to her, Bo!" that old hag screeched. "Fuck that snooty little bitch till her eyes pop out! Go ahead, Bo, give it to her good!"
I had heard tell Koozie made potions and things, stuff that made you want to fuck all night, or things that made you drift into worlds without name. And right that minute I wished she would give me some. Anything to get rid of this fear that clutched at my heart. If a girl's gonna get raped, then the best thing to do is relax and enjoy it. But how can you do that, when your heart is pounding and your head gets to swimming from fear?
"Hey, Larry, you gonna do it to her or can I go first?" One of the younger hobos came closer to smile at me. "She's as pretty as a picture, I'll say. You let me go first, Larry, and I'll fix the Mulligan stew tonight. Hell, I'll even give you my share!"
"Go fuck yourself, Dandy. This here one is mine, and I aim to have her first."
Their clothes were smelly from all the nights they slept in them, and they had bad body odor, but I kind of forgot about that when Larry undid the buttons on his fly. Even under the worst circumstances, no matter what, it's better to get an ugly fuck than none at all, so I tried to fit in with the scene. And when I saw Larry's uncircumcised cock, all hard and bulbous and ready to spit between my legs, I kind of forgot that they were just taking what they wanted.
"Pull your dress up, honey!" Larry ordered as he stood there with his cock in one hand.
"Shit, ain't you even gonna lay her down?" Dandy scoffed as he watched me pull my dress slowly up my thighs.
"Fuck all that shit," Larry groaned as he took a good look at my silk panties. "It's better standing up. You have to shoot in the air that way, and it hurts better."
He stared with panting breath at my under-panties for a long moment, and then he pulled the crotch aside to get a better look at my cunt.
"God, look at that!" he wheezed excitedly. "Did you ever see a purtier sight in your whole fuckin' life! Gaw, ain't that just beautiful! Look at those swollen cunt-lips, just like the tenderest peapods! And you can see right through the hairs to her slit. God, but I'm gonna fuck that sweet thing right now!"
I wouldn't have minded so much if he had warmed me up with his finger for a few minutes first, because a girl always wants that, and it kind of hurt when he jabbed that throbbing cock into my cunt while I was standing up. Larry kind of squatted with his legs apart so he could reach my crotch better, and then he rammed that cock all the way in my cunt to the hilt.
"Oooowwwww!" I groaned, not used to such a violent position and still not ready for such penetration. "Ohhh, that hurts!"
He took me right off the ground on the end of his cock, staggering around the yard while he fucked like crazy.
"God, that's good!" he panted. "I got it right in a little farm girl! Oh, my God, that feels good! Unnnhhh!"
I tried to wrap my legs around his waist so my head wouldn't get tore off with all his fucking motion, but he got me too close to a wild rose bush and it scratched my flesh. I wanted to bite him, or scratch out his eyes for doing me this way, but it was starting to feel so good I didn't give a damn what he did as long as he kept fucking. Only that wasn't his way. That hobo didn't care at all about young farm girls and their need. He just fucked real hard, real quick, and then he jizzed in me. I felt it hot in my belly and then it ran down my legs, and Larry collapsed on the lawn just like he was dead. I laid on top of him and tried to get a few more strokes but his cock turned to jelly and I wasn't even a bit satisfied. It all happened so fast, and I didn't have time to get going, and that old bastard just did himself and left me sitting there with jizz on my legs and a pussy that was starving for hard cock.
I still think Koozie put a spell on all of us that day, because I had forgotten all about the others. And I didn't remember until I stopped trying to stuff Larry's prick back inside of my steaming cunt. When I looked around to see if somebody else would help me out, I remembered Patricia. like I said, this all happened so fast to me that I forgot about her.
But those hobos didn't forget.
I gave the young one a come-on smile, but he stuck his middle finger at me. "I don't want no fuckin' wet deck!" he said.
Besides, they were after Patricia now. Maybe she could have run while they were doing me, or maybe she didn't want to miss anything, or maybe Koozie put a special spell on her that day. But whatever happened, Patricia was still standing there when the hobos decided to gang-fuck her. She was a little bit fat, with big boobs, and she had such a peaches-and-cream complexion it looked like she wore too much makeup. But I guess all that meat looked good to those hungry men, because they appeared ready to eat her alive.
"I get her first!"
"Like hell you do, Dandy! I like 'em fat."
"You're both full of shit!" a huge Mexican guy said, pushing them aside. "This one's just my size, and I ain't never fucked a farm girl before!"
I was in a real pickle. I needed one of those men right now, but Patricia had their attention. And when a man, or a bunch of men, get set on one female body, there's precious little to change their minds.
"Take her clothes off, Pedro!" someone urged.
"Yeah, man, take them off so we can all see! Man, she sure has got big tits!"
Patricia was ready to faint. While old hag Koozie danced around as she cackled in weird sounds that sent goose bumps up my spine.
"Do it to her, mister!" he hissed. "Suck her tits, mister! Make her shit all over the lawn, mister!"
Pedro needed no encouragement. Now that the knew it was time to fuck a young farm girl, he was up to the situation. With fumbling fingers he started to remove Patricia's clothing while the rest of us got silent with anticipation. Even the old hag stopped her dancing to stand and stare with spit running out of her mouth.
"I don't want to!" Patricia wailed. "Gee, mister, I really don't want to!"
She tried to stop his hands until he slapped her one, and then she stood there under the shade of the walnut trees while Pedro took off her clothes.
There were angry red welts across her shoulder blades where the bra hung heavy from her ample tits, and I noticed she had a tear around the elastic of her panties when Pedro took them off.
But there was no flaw in Patricia's sweet young body. Maybe she was just a little too fat, but her skin was perfect. White and sensual, tender and young, she stood there with all those strange eyes looking at her nude form. The young tits, huge as they were, stood upright and proud, while her nipples were small as raspberries. She didn't have much hair on her pussy, but this seemed to excite the men even more.
"Look at that!" Pedro groaned with desire. "You can see her fucking cunt plain as day. Jesus Christo, but ain't that somethin'! It's like she's ten years old! A naked cunt just standing there ready to get fucked!"
"Lemme do it, Pedro!"
"I'll give you two dollars, Pedro!"
"It ain't fair you go first!"
"Lemme suck her tits!"
The voices were filled with desire, but they would have to kill Pedro before he would stop now. The sight of that sweet young flesh, that naked cunt, was more than he could bear. He had on a pair of those old-fashioned railroad coveralls, and it took him a split second to tear them off. He wasn't wearing any shorts or undershirt, just a T-shirt, and that came off easily. On his right arm there was a tattoo, ail blue and red with a dagger and a heart, but it was in Spanish and I couldn't read it. Yet I could read what was about to happen. That was easy, because Pedro had a hard-on that would do justice to Raja.
His cock was brown like the chestnuts, so big it dangled even when it was hard this way, while his balls hung in the bag all quivering for action.
"I. don't want to do it!" Patricia stared with disbelief at the size of Pedro's cock. "Don't do it to me, mister. Oh, please don't do it to me!"
He didn't answer, except to touch her shoulder and force her onto the grass. Even laying down her titties stuck up proud and huge, and when Pedro began to massage them, Patricia started to wail.
"It hurts, mister! Please don't do it, mister! I don't want you to do it to me!"
One of the other men came over to rub her other tittie, but he only got a few feels before Pedro knocked him back into the grass.
"Keep the fuck away, you hear!" he warned, and there was a deadly tone in his voice.
But he didn't mind when everybody came close to see Patricia get fucked.
I noticed an ant crawl onto her stomach but she was having so much fun she didn't even feel it, so Pedro knocked it off her body. Then he bent over and began to suck on those raspberry tits.
"Aaauugghhh!" Patricia gagged with pleasure. "Ohhhhooowww!"
Her eyes were closed as she pulled his mouth over her tit, and she opened her legs when she felt his hand feeling around her crotch.
Patricia had a pretty cunt. All swollen and puffy, real pink, with only a scattering of hairs to cover the lips. And when she felt Pedro's finger press into her pussy, she gave in completely. I expected her to scream and yell, to fight like the devil, but I guess Koozie put a real spell on her. Patricia laid there all quiet, enjoying the touch of Pedro's hand, and then she began to fuck his finger very slow. like it felt real good, and she was ready to stay there for the summer.
"Do it deeper, mister!" she almost sang the words. "Push it in deeper!"
She was fucking with joy, slowly, rotating her ample hips, while Pedro sat up to watch his own finger go in and out of that young pussy.
"Ain't that beautiful?" he whispered. "Now ain't that just the purtiest sight you ever did see? Man, oh man, it's like she ain't got no hairs at all. I can see the whole fucking cunt! All pink and purty! Man, oh man, ain't that beautiful?"
But there was more to fucking Patricia than just looking at her healthy crotch. And Pedro couldn't wait very long.
"I gotta get it in her cunt!" he gasped, all out of breath with passion. "I gotta see how it feels to fuck a young farm girl!"
He took that huge cock and put it between her legs, then pressed up slowly to watch his pecker disappear inside of her sweet snatch. His cock was so big it didn't fit easy, and I could almost hear the tender tissues rip apart, but he kept pushing it into her cunt just the same.
"Oooowwww!" Patricia groaned. "Oooowwhh, that hurts awful! Ooowwwwww!"
But she wasn't trying to make Pedro stop, and when he got to stroking that big cock back and forth inside of her cunt, she pulled on his butt to get more of it.
"Push it all the way in!" she gasped. "I want to feel all of it, mister! Put it all the way in!"
Pedro was trying, but it must have hurt him, too, so he just laid softly on top of her and started to fuck happily as his cock soaked inside of his sweet pussy-flesh.
"Jesus, but she's tender!" he groaned happily. "I ain't never had nothin' like this before! Jesus, but it feels good!"
I guess none of those hobos had ever screwed young stuff like us before, because they couldn't hold back long enough for us to be satisfied. Pedro hadn't even got his cock all the way into Patricia's cunt before he jizzed all over the place. He started to swear in Spanish, and his ass got to going faster than a runaway chipmunk, and then he sort of fainted on top of Patricia. She kept right on fucking, trying to get all that cock inside of her, but Pedro was finished. like blowing up a firecracker, it makes a big bang and then it's all done. So was Pedro.
But the other hobos were there waiting. And even if they didn't get me for seconds, they sure did want Patricia.
"Me next!"
"Fuck you, Sambo! It's my turn!"
"Like hell you say! Let me at her!"
They got so excited it started a fight, and pretty soon three of them were all bloody and wrassling in the grass. But one young guy was smarter than that. He just stood there biding his time, and when they all got busy whomping on each other, he came over to kneel by Patricia. First he stroked her face, then he rolled Pedro off her, and then he began to finger-fuck her. I could see the jizz rolling out of her snatch, and I saw it stick to his fingers, but he didn't seem to mind at all. After all, sex is total when you really get to like it, and love juice is an important part.
"Roll over on your stomach, honey!" the man whispered in Patricia's ear. He was an ugly guy, kind of skinny, and he needed a shave. There was a deep scar by his eye, but his hands looked very powerful.
"Huh? Whaddya say...? " Patricia mumbled as she opened her eyes to stare up at the man. "Roll over on your stomach, honey!" She didn't seem to comprehend, so he kind of pushed her like a log until she was laying face down in the grass.
"What you gonna do?" she protested. "What you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, sweetheart."
"Oh, no! Don't do that!"
But he put a hand on each ass-cheek, and pulled them apart, so he could see her ass-hole.
"That's a sweet little shitter!" the man shook his head with approval as he stared. "All pink and puckered, and tight as a locked door on the boxcars."
"Oh no, you can't!" Patricia gasped with horror. "We can't do it that way, mister!"
But the man knew what he wanted. He took out his prick and squatted between her legs, forcing them apart. His prick was admirable. About eight inches, uncircumcised, and it sort of bent to the right from long years of jacking off in the hobo jungles.
When Patricia felt it pressed between her fat butt-cheeks, she started to scream and tried to crawl across the lawn on her hands and knees. But the man expected that, I guess, because when she got to her knees to crawl, it put her ass-hole right where he wanted. His cock was aimed right, and he had her by the hips, so he rammed it home.
"YEEEOOOWWWW!! " she bellowed, and it sounded like a train in the far distance.
"AAAUUGGHHH!! Take it out! Oh, my God, it hurts! Aaanngghhh!"
That guy really liked fucking her in the ass, and he went to work like a rabbit. He fucked her butt so hard I thought her eyeballs were going to fall out, while she kept clawing at the grass trying to crawl away from that trip hammer cock. But he clung to her like a toad, fucking fierce and hard, and the sounds of their screaming and groaning, their bellowing and their screeches of ecstasy made me so hot I had a quick little orgasm of my own. Right there on the lawn, standing in the shade of the walnut trees.
"I gotta shit!" Patricia screamed. "Oh, God, it feels like I gotta shit!"
But that guy wasn't stopping for anything. He laid his head between her shoulder blades and stroked madly, fucking her into a frenzy. When he started to jizz in her ass-hole, Patricia couldn't stand that sweet feeling. She sprawled open on the lawn, making sounds like water sucked down a sump hole, while her feet got to pounding madly against the ground. She must have got an orgasm like no girl ever .had before, because even when that guy pulled his prick out of her quivering ass, she just laid there coming and coming. I noticed the guy's cock was skinned on the sides from all that tight fucking, and he put it very carefully back into his pants like it hurt real sore.
Maybe the rest of those hobos would have screwed us through the day, except Gary and Bruno came to get us. They wondered what kept us from the river so they came by in the dune buggy to get us. And when the hobos saw them screech to a halt outside the fench, the hobos sort of vanished. They probably had a lot of practice getting away, so they just kind of melted into the trees without a trace.
Gary and Bruno wanted to go get our dads, and get some shotguns, but we thought it would be better if nobody ever found out. It wouldn't change anything no matter what, so we talked them out of rousing the neighborhood. And besides, Patricia wasn't in any shape to help. She sat there in the grass giggling to herself, watching the jizz roll out of her ass-hole, and she had the most satisfied look on her face I ever did see.
Even so the boys acted kind of jealous, more than angry, like somebody had stolen candy that belonged to them. That was silly, since a girl can't ever be wore out. In fact, the more experience she gets the better fucking she is, and there's never been a man could screw as long as my female. Us girls really like the stuff, and I'm glad about Woman's Lib and such. Men are finally beginning to understand that us girls have a right to fuck just the same as them. In the long run it will make us all happy. Of course I didn't say any of those things to Gary and the boys because they still wanted to dominate us, and protect us, and that made me feel good. A girl will always want that from a male. And so I was glad when the boys protected us from Koozie. That old hag really hated young girls. When the fucking was finished, she really went into her act. Stomping around the yard with her bony finger pointed at us, making weird sounds, and chanting a devil tune that made my flesh crawl. She really looked like a witch, with her long black scraggly hair, her hooked nose, and that full-length black dress she always wore. She was trying to cast a spell on us, but the boys threatened to knock her on her ass. So she ran over to the side porch and brought back a dead bird, full of maggots, and waved it in their faces. That gave us all the goose bumps so we carried Patricia to the dune buggy and got the hell out of there. Even so I think Koozie got that spell to working on me. She did it over an afternoon of fucking, and it seemed to stick with me. Because even today the thought of a sweet fuck lives in my brain until everything else is secondary. I owe that old hag a big favor for that spell.
And I owe Patricia a kick in the cunt for what she did the next day.
CHAPTER FIVE
You'd think a girl who was satisfied, and happy, would be content to count her riches. But oh no, not Patricia! That stupid little hussy went down to the hobo jungle trying to get some more brown-eye screwing, and she got caught in the quicksand at the swamp. She damn near got sucked under and if it wasn't for some kids after cattails, she would have vanished without a trace. But they got some branches and pulled her out, and she was so hysterical she babbled the whole story. I lied of course, and denied it, but Daddy started talking about shipping me to Uncle Ezra's place in the city.
"She's just growing up," Momma defended me. "A child has to experiment to grow up, Sam."
I think Momma was glad that at least somebody in the family was getting fucked, but Daddy got to ignoring me like I was a Jezebel or something. It even affected other parts of his life because when our bitch dog came in heat, he kicked her like she was doing something unnatural. She got hung up with a black Cocker in spite of him, and I was glad. Some folks are cut out to be cold, and some are meant for sexual fulfillment. Neither is wrong, but nobody should judge the other person. No more than they should judge a dummy and a genius.
I mention dummy for a reason. Before I got shipped off to Uncle Ezra's place, I put a big long episode in my diary about Elmer. He was a real dummy. I mean, he was born with something goofy in his head and all those school years we made fun of him. He didn't mind since it gave him attention and he didn't realize he was a meatball anyway.
So one day we took him with us down to the trestle. That was a big long bridge over the river, that the trains went across. We always liked to walk the railroad ties across the rapids, high up there in the air, scared to death that a train would come along and knock us into the water. It was really dangerous but it gave us some kicks so we did it.
This day we took Elmer. We made him start across and he fell through the ties. If he wasn't so big, we'd have lost him for sure. But he got stuck and it took a long time to pull that big oaf up to safety.
"You crazy bastard!" Gary swore at him. "I told you to step on the ties!"
Elmer grinned, and laughed a crazy little laugh, and his pink eyes were dull under the white hair and eyebrows. I guess that's what started it all. His falling through the ties and showing no emotion but stupidity.
"You dumb sonofabitch!" Gary slugged Elmer but he was so big it didn't even shake him. "I'll bet you'd laugh if somebody stuck a hot poker up your ass!"
It's funny how a little suggestion like that, of no import, can lead to what happened. How a passing curse can bring pain and terror, and send a bunch of kids into a day filled with fucking and brutality.
We didn't mean to hurt Elmer since he was like a big friendly grizzly bear, but we were curious. We wondered if there was anything that could penetrate his clouded brain. And what else had the impact of sex?
Still none of us girls wanted to fuck him so we took him down to Katrina.
Katrina was a beautiful colored lady who lived on the outskirts of town. She had a small house, all filled with red and yellow and purple drapes, and the wallpaper was the brightest orange I ever did see. She was a whore, but she liked to be called a Woman Of The World. At first she didn't let us in the door.
"You kids is too young," she shook her head. "I can get in a lot of trouble."
But we pooled our resources and got up eleven dollars. That took care of her trouble.
"What we gonna do here, Susie?" Elmer blinked like he was seeing through a cloud.
We didn't try to explain because he wouldn't comprehend anyway. Besides, I was just as curious as Elmer. I was wondering how much money Katrina made with her fucking. Now that would be the life! To get screwed as often as you wanted and make money at the same time. No wonder it was the oldest profession in the world!
"Get on in here." Katrina was impatient. "We don't want the whole city to see you kids on the porch."
like I said, it was beautiful inside. Lots of beads hanging in doorways, gaudy lamps, and a rug so thick it was like stepping on marsh grass. I figured Katrina must have a million dollars, and from all that fucking she was absolutely beautiful. Smooth ebony skin, flashing eyes, and a smile that almost made you blink from the brightness of it. She had a perfect body with full hips, trim legs and small tits, and when she walked, it was like she didn't touch the floor. Sort of gliding through the world.
"Piss on that stupid fuckin' Elmer!" Bruno groaned when we were inside and he got a good look at Katrina. "I think I'll fuck her myself!"
But we were all against that, except Katrina. She didn't think the dummy could get it up.
"You ever fucked a woman before, boy?" She stood very close to Elmer and stared into his pink eyes.
"Hunh?"
Katrina grabbed his cock and balls right there in the living room, and she rubbed them hard right through his trousers.
"Whatcha doin'? "
Elmer backed away from her while his eyes got to looking like a hog that's about to be butchered.
"This ain't gonna work." Katrina shook her head. "I can't get it off if he can't get it up."
"I'll do it to you!" Bruno reached for his zipper.
"Fuck that noise!" Gary held him back. "We came here to get Elmer bred, and that's what we're gonna do. Come on, Elmer, take off your clothes."
"Hunh?"
He was always a copycat so we had to start peeling to show him what we had in mind.
"Oh, golly! Gee!" Elmer giggled when we had him down to his shorts.
We could have got it started right then, all of us, because I was hotter than piss on a sun-baked rock. But the doorbell rang and that stupid Margie Hawthorne opened the door. It was two guys come to fuck Katrina.
"I'm busy right now!" she hollered at them. "Come back in an hour!"
But they saw us girls in our panties through the screen door and damn near tore it off the hinges to get in.
"Jesus Christ, Katrina!" one of them panted. "You got a production line going now? Fuck almighty, but we got here just in time! Fuck almighty, I'll give ten bucks to fuck one of these kids!"
I had my hand out for the money when the boys started to raise hell. They were spoilsports, jealous again, and offered to fight the railroad men.
"None of that in here now!" Katrina got mad. "This here's a house of love, not a fucking prize ring!"
"Shall I hit 'em for ya, Gary?" Elmer stuck out his jaw at the railroad men. He was big enough to kill both of the guys, but Katrina put the kibosh on that. She told us all to get our ass out there or settle down. And I wasn't about to give up an afternoon of fucking for any old fight, so I helped her stop the argument.
"Now, where were we?" Katrina smiled as she stared down at Elmer's shorts. "Oh, yes, we were about to make this boy into a man. Now, if you'll give me a little help, we'll get to it."
I helped her pull off Elmer's shorts, and that was the first time I saw him naked. Maybe he was a big boy, huge like a bear, but his brain wasn't the only thing nature forgot. He had a teeny-weenie that was only a waterspout. Hidden between his legs like a little green pepper, it must have been an inch and a half at most. And he had no balls.
Katrina got right down on her knees and began to play with that ridiculous appendage, because she was a pro and gave you your money's worth, but Elmer couldn't comprehend what was going on. He just stood there staring down at Katrina, with his legs apart like great tree stumps.
"Whatcha doin'? " he grunted. "Whatcha doin' down there, lady?"
Katrina even tried to suck his prick hard. She got that teeny-weenie between her teeth and tried to suck it into her mouth, but all she got was pissed on. Elmer's emotions were short-circuited and his reaction to penis-manipulation was to pee. He pissed right in Katrina's face, and when she fell back away from the salty stream, he continued to piss all over the carpet.
"You dumb mother-fucker!" Gary knocked Elmer right in the face to send him sprawling over the sofa. "What the fuck you do that for? You dumb mother-fucker!"
He stood over Elmer ready to sock him again, but Elmer never would hit one of his friends. He sat there on the sofa and cried while Katrina disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back, I thought she was gonna kick us all out, but I guess she took those kinds of things in stride. She acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary and offered our money back.
"I produce or you pay nothing," she smiled.
"Hey, I'll fuck you for it!" Bruno offered again. "Man, I'd double it to see your cunt!"
"That's the first time I've had a failure." Katrina seemed apprehensive. "I knew it was a mistake to let you kids in the house."
"Hey, it ain't your fault!" Gary protested. "We should know better than to bring that dumb bastard with us!"
"What about us, Katrina?" one of the railroad men asked as he stared at me and the other two girls in our underwear.
"Do what you want!" She shrugged her shoulders. "I done lost control here today!"
The railroad men sort of licked their chops as they stared at our young bodies. Then they took out a handful of bills and held them over.
"You girls fuck for money?" one of them asked, with a real tremble in his voice. "We'll pay you good for some of that young stuff."
When I glanced at Gary to see if he was still in the mood for a fight, I saw us girls were on our own. Gary and Bruno meant to gang-fuck Katrina because they couldn't take their eyes off her. Gary started to fumble at Katrina's tits, and she smiled at the boys as she slipped off the gown she was wearing. like I said, she had a perfect body. All soft-looking and velvety, with curly hairs between her thighs, and when Gary and Bruno saw that pussy, with those firm little tits, I thought they was gonna kill each other to see who got to fuck her first. I didn't find out because Katrina led them into another room, but whoever got to go first didn't waste a second. I could hear them fucking and yelling before you could spit two yards down the backyard well.
That really got me excited so I wasn't interested in the money from the railroad men. I just wanted to fuck, and I wanted it right now. So did Gretchen and Barbara. But there were only two men in the room besides Elmer.
"What about it, honey?" One of the railroad men held the money at me.
"Well, I guess it will be okay." I tried to keep the desire out of my voice.
He was a young guy with curly black hair and his voice had an echo of the Southern states. He got right down to business and peeled off his clothes while I slipped out of my underwear. When he saw my nice young titties, and the way my crotch was all filled with healthy hairs, he almost pounced on me. I wanted Elmer to get off the sofa so we could fuck there in comfort, but that railroad man wasn't about to move a moose. There wasn't time. He got me on the big table and bent me backwards until my legs flew high in the air, then he got between my thighs and stared down at my young cunt.
"Goddamn that's beautiful!" he wheezed as he stood there with his throbbing cock in his hand. "Look at that sweet young pussy! All puffed out like a milk pod ready to bust open! Ah yes, that's a sight for sore eyes. Goddamn that's beautiful!"
I wanted him to stop admiring it and get to work on it, but he was filling his eyes with young cunt for the years to come. I was about ready to have an orgasm with expectation, when he did something that damn near killed me.
One minute he was staring in wonder at my naked cunt, and the next second he had his head between my legs and was slurping on my pussy like a lollipop.
"AAAUUGGHHH!! " I bellowed, trying to crawl on my back across the table. "OOOHHH-OOWWW!! "
I could feel his hot moist tongue massaging across my clitoris, lapping at my cunt-lips, while the suction of his mouth almost sucked my guts out. I must have come four or five times all at once because I passed out from the thrill, and can't remember getting fucked on the table. I know he rammed it to me, and screwed me a good one, but he got me so carried away with his cunt-sucking that I missed all the rest of the fun.
Next thing I remember I was alone on the table, returning from a mysterious world of sweet orgasms, and my back hurt like crazy. He must have fucked me furiously on top of that oak table, trying to tear a young cunt to pieces, and the way it happened was beautiful. Even if I couldn't remember his cock inside of me, I still got a fucking that was worth a bushel of pitted almonds any day.
When I got off the table and wiggled my back to take the sore out of it, I saw that Gretchen was getting hers. She had moved to the valley years ago from Holland with her folks, and she always reminded me of Heidi in the book. She had blonde hair wore in pigtails curled around her ears, with blue eyes and soft sensual lips. A girl so pretty it didn't seem fair to the rest of us, yet we loved her because she was gentle and undemanding.
And there she was, a lying in the middle of the floor with her legs in the air, while that railroad man fucked her like there was no tomorrow.
"Knurthushhhh!" she groaned with joy in a sort of tongue I couldn't understand. "Brauugghh-thrustsssss!"
But I sure did understand the pleasure she was getting. That railroad man must have been forty years old, with a weather-beaten face from the empty miles of track he had stared upon, and I guess he saved his sex between the thousands of miles of wilderness he traveled. Because he sure was giving it to Gretchen. He laid there between her legs with his naked ass pumping slowly, deliberately, feeling every tender tissue of her young cunt. His hands were groping at Gretchen's titties, squeezing those ripe orbs and relishing the touch of her fifteen-year-old nipples.
"Ooowwww! Aaaauugghhh!" he groaned with pleasure. "God, that's good! Lord, that's tender! Oohhhhh! Unngghh!"
Gretchen's eyes were closed as she stroked along with him, feeling that hard cock inside of her sweet cunt, and even though I just got done a good one, I was starting to get hot again. I wanted to get under there with her, to feel that strange prick massage the hungry hole between my legs. There just never was enough cocks, enough fucking, to really satisfy any healthy girl.
Yet Barbara was the one that needed it most.
Gretchen was so pretty it was easy to understand why the railroad man picked her instead of Barbara, but that didn't help my friend any. She was young and healthy just like the rest of us, and when she got in the middle of fucking, she needed her share. Only there wasn't anybody around to stick it in her.
So she was squatting on the floor next to Gretchen and that railroad man, trying to watch his cock go in and out of Gretchen's cunt, while she finger-fucked herself.
"Stick it in her!" Barbara wheezed with desire. "Make it go deeper, mister! Push it all the way in!"
She had her head bent to see better and it must have kinked her neck, because she scooted back a little and sat up, trying to push the guy's leg away for a better peek.
"I can see his cock!" she squealed. "Oh, my God, I can see his cock! It's going in and out, in and out, in and out! Oh, fuck, it's a real cock right there between her legs!"
Barbara was finger-fucking herself so fast I thought she might scratch herself inside with her fingernails, and all the while she was humping against the rug. It must have felt good when she saw that man's cock halfway inside of Gretchen, because it made Barbara come hard. She started to wail while her finger moved faster and her ass thundered against the rub, until all of a sudden she jumped astraddle of that railroad man to make a threesome fucking in the middle of the living room.
"Aaauugghhhh!" she screamed as she dry-fucked the man's ass. "Oooo-wwwww-eeeeee!"
That would have been fine except she needed something hard against her cunt-lips. So she grabbed the man's leg between hers, and got a death grip on his thigh while she fucked herself into an orgasm. She must have come real good, because she fell off and konked her head on the floor hard enough to bust her skull, then she laid there with her hand in her crotch while she moaned with joy.
Gretchen and the railroad man were oblivious to all that carrying on as they just kept fucking, fucking, stroking with deliberate motions that gave them both a universe of the ultimate pleasure. I watched them with envy and wished that other guy hadn't left so fast after he screwed me, and I noticed how beautiful Gretchen looked while she was being fucked. She was always pretty, but while she was getting fucked, her face took on a sort of holy countenance. Filled with untellable peace and a radiance that robbed the stars of eternal glory. Maybe that moment I saw why sex is such a marvelous thing, why it goes on in spite of all the morals and laws against it. When somebody is getting a fuck, then all the pretty things of the world are gone, and no matter who you are, you become the center of the galaxy. It's the most precious, the most wonderful experience that a human can know.
Gretchen got screwed a most fulfilling way that afternoon, and the railroad man got a young fuck that would hold him the rest of his life. They finished their sex with a few war hoops and violent pumpings, and then they laid there all spent and happy. Each of them took an occasional extra stroke, squeezing the last drop of cum from their body, until at last they seemed to sleep a magic sleep. They lay like that for a long time, and when they finally separated and got to their feet, something of each seemed left with the other. The man got dressed and said his good-byes, and they kissed at the door like two lost lovers. I had to think what a foolish law that makes it wrong for an older man to screw a young girl. Both of them want it, and it makes them full of joy, so where's the wrong in that? It's for sure that Gretchen would never find a more tender hour, a more satisfying fuck, and that railroad man would have something to remember through the lonely miles that stretched into his future.
Even dumb Elmer found something nice to remember that day. While we were all fucking, he stopped bawling and wandered through the house.
Somewhere he came across some rubbers, those outdated prophylactics, and he thought they were balloons. He had a whole boxful of them and was blowing them up, tying the ends, and hollering "wheeeee!" out in the yard as he batted them into the air. He looked ridiculous that way, jumping around with his teeny tally whacker hid between his legs, but in his own way I suppose he got just as much pleasure out of Katrina's place as we did. His mouth was still bleeding where he got punched but he was so dumb he didn't know it hurt.
So with all the goofy things that happened, it still turned out to be a nice day, especially for Gary and Bruno. Us girls finally left, but the boys were still in the bedroom with Katrina. She must have really knew her stuff, because they stayed there till after dark. And I found out Gary sold his motorcycle to give the money to Katrina, while Bruno stole some money out of his mother's cookie jar to give her.
And besides being filled with passion, that day gave me an insight into people that I didn't know before. Poor Elmer would never know the ecstasy of fucking, yet his entire existence was spent in a sort of apathetic ecstasy, so I realized it took a lot of people to make a world. In our own way we each found a niche to hide in, a little nest like the robins, from where we could venture forth to test our wings and sing in the sunshine. I found something else, too, an object that made me a lot wiser in the ways of the world and especially how men got caught in strange intrigues against their will. I found Daddy's gold pocket watch. Laying on the mantle with the chain dangling down.
Maybe he tried to fight the sex impulse that hammered through his veins, but nature was strong. There was no denying that no matter whether you loved fucking or hated it with a twisted sort of antipathy, we all do it. That's how Katrina got Daddy's gold pocket watch. And that's how Mildred Brown got her tit burned.
CHAPTER SIX
Mildred was the cheerleader at school, and if I was a boy, I would have loved her. She had flaming-red hair, sensual lips, and green eyes that always seemed to sparkle with vitality. All the guys wanted to screw her, and a lot of them went to the games just to see her underpants. When she jumped or tumbled, they always bent their necks to get a better peek at her tight little ass.
Except it wasn't so little. She had full buttocks, curvy hips, and a pair of thighs that would destroy a boy's composure quick. She could have got any boy in the school to fuck her, but she didn't even like to talk about sex. I remember one time in the locker room, when we were getting dressed for gym. All those sweet naked young females with their bobbing boobies and their hair-covered cunts. I got a real thrill from watching them because I always did think a nude girl is beautiful, and I liked to compare the size of their titties or try to guess which ones had been fucked. There was no way to tell, of course, whether a girl still had her cherry, but sometimes you could see teeth marks on their neck, or one of them would have sore nipples where a boy had been sucking on them the night before. It always got me hot, and I noticed most of the other girls liked to stare at naked cunts, too. So there was nothing abnormal about getting horny when you saw all those titties and uncovered cunts in the locker room.
Except for Mildred.
The way she looked at me I felt seduced. She always made it a point to undress near my locker, and when I was taking off my panties, she always kind of licked her lips. I had the strangest feeling that she wanted to suck my titties or stick her finger in my cunt. Sometimes I even tempted her by bending over right in front of her, but all she would do is gasp and start to fumble with her clothes. She always got so nervous!
And it made me wonder how it would be to kiss a beautiful girl like Mildred. Her lips would be soft, her tits would be sweet, and I knew she would scream like a touchdown if I finger-fucked her.
But ours was a small valley and gossip would really hurt a girl, so I kept my hands to myself. Until the night of the Cornpicker Ball.
I don't know why they called it the Cornpicker Ball because it didn't have anything to do with picking crops, but we all got excited when it came around. Right near the end of July. It was really just a barn dance, one of those old-fashioned hoedowns, and kids and elders all went to it. Except my folks, who never went to anything.
The night was hot and there was a full moon when we descended on Mr. Tucker's property. He had a sort of huge patio built out of boards that came from the old gymnasium, and it made a great dance floor. He set his frost lanterns to burning on poles around it, with ropes hung with calico, so it really was nice. There was lots of drinking at the dance, and a whole lot of it was homemade corn likker. Maybe that's where they got the name. But all I know is that's where Mildred found out what kind of sex she was going to have the rest of her life.
We danced and goofed around from eight to ten o'clock, and by then a lot of people were drunk. If you looked at the right time, you could see Mrs. Black going off into the woods with Abner Dawson, or Carrie Cockran heading for the barn with Mr. Devinish. I knew they were going out there to fuck, and I wanted to go watch. But so many of the neighbors were going off to fuck the other neighbors I got a little bewildered. Maybe that's what marriage was. Live together and love each other, but once in a while you have to get a strange fuck.
Sounded fine to me.
And I would have sneaked off into the dark to watch some of them fucking, except for Mildred.
Naturally she had to wear a short gingham skirt so her legs would show high on her thighs, and all the boys were going ga-ga trying to see her silk panties. Every time she whirled in the dance, or sat down someplace, you could see boys staring with hunger, trying to see her cunt. She had sex appeal, all right, and she damn well knew it.
But she didn't know what Gary and Bruno and some of us girls were planning.
We spiked her punch with likker. And in that heat, with all that wild dancing she liked to do, it didn't take long to get her giddy. The only trouble was, she got sick to the stomach instead of sexy the way we planned. So we took her into the house to give her some milk.
"I feel funny, Susan," she held her forehead and was very pale.
"You got your period, Mildred?"
"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "That punch tasted funny."
"Maybe she's pregnant!" Bull Gordon laughed. He was the captain of the football team, a great big fellow with blonde hair and enough muscled to scare a bull.
"Don't you be ignorant!" Mildred was mad. "I ain't nothing of the kind!"
"Hell, Mildred still thinks that thing was made to pee through!" Connie giggled. "She might look real good but she's a cold tomato!"
I thought there was going to be a fight, but Mildred sipped her milk and glared at Connie.
It was nice in Mr. Tucker's house. Clean and big, with bright linoleum on the floor. There was a pan of biscuits on the table and Bull Gordon helped himself to one. He was always eating, trying to build up those giant muscles of his.
"Shit, this ain't any fun!" Bruno scoffed as he watched Mildred drink the milk. "Let's go find something better to do."
"Whyntcha fuck us girls?" Connie giggled again. She was a little tipsy, but she knew what she wanted.
Bruno took her by the hand because he never did need much urging, and headed towards a back bedroom. I guess he would have screwed her right then, except a helluva ruckus broke out from the bedroom. Next thing you know Mrs. Johnson came screaming from the bedroom with a blanket around her naked body, while Bruno came out laughing.
"They was in there fuckin'! " he laughed with newfound pleasure. "Her and that sharecropper Sambo. Can you imagine her fuckin' a guy like Sambo! Jesus, but it was funny! He went out that window like a possum had him on the balls!"
I didn't think it was so funny, because it isn't right to break up a nice little screw from anybody. If Mrs. Johnson wanted to fuck Sambo, that was her business. Only that Bruno never did have much manners.
Connie was mad because now she had to start all over again to get laid, and Bruno had lost interest in her. He and Bull Gordon were staring at Mildred. That look in their eyes could only mean one thing. They meant to have a real close look at her silk-covered ass.
Mildred recovered fast with that milk, because she always did have a bundle of energy that never stopped. So when her queasy went away, she did a little pirouette in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey, I feel great!" she put emphasis on the words like she was doing a Rah-Rah for school.
But she twirled too fast. The likker got off her timing and she crashed against the wall with a thud, then slid down onto the floor. That's when the boys got a real look at her underpants, and I could see in their eyes they meant to see more.
"Let's fuck her, Bull!" Bruno was staring so hard his eyes almost fell out. "Man, I've wanted to fuck that chick all my life! Jesus, but she's got a nice ass!"
Bull stopped eating biscuits. He watched Mildred try to get to her feet, while he stood there staring with his mouth full of half-chewed food.
Mildred was wearing red bikini panties, thin enough to see her cunt hairs right through the silk, so she was just asking for trouble.
"I'm gonna fuck 'er!" Bull grunted as he spit out the biscuits.
Mildred was on her feet by now and she put out her arm to hold him off.
"You keep away from me, Bull! Dammit now, I said to leave me alone!"
She was backed against the wall and put up her knee to keep him away. That was a mistake. The boys got another look at those red panties, the dark spot between her legs, and they meant to fuck her.
I got hot myself just thinking about it, and besides I wanted to see Mildred's cunt with a pulsing prick inside of it. I wanted to see those firm titties all wet with spit from a boy's mouth, and I wanted to hear her screaming when they got to fucking.
"Lemme feel them tits!" Bull panted as he reached in to grab her boobs. "I always did want to suck them tits, Mildred!"
"Don't! Owwhh, stop it! Damn you, Bull, you stop it now! Owwhhh!"
He was massaging her tits right through the blouse, and with his big hands it must have hurt. He was a brute off the football field as well as on it, and he always came on like a steamroller.
"Those are beautiful!" he breathed heavy as he held her against the wall and played with her tits. "I gotta see 'em bare, Mildred!"
He reached around to get at her buttons, but she bit him on the arm.
"You dumb bitch!" He knocked her with his elbow and made her gasp. "What the fuck you do that for? Christamighty, I wuz just feeling your tits!"
He sucked on the blood from his arm, while Mildred looked like she was ready to bawl.
"Lemme do it to her, Bull!" Bruno tried to get at her.
But Bull pushed him away and grabbed Mildred. He began to kiss her violently while she fought against his touch, and when he reached down to grab a handful of cunt, she kicked like a mink. She squealed and cussed and beat at his face with her fists, but Bull held her against the wall and kept his hand in her crotch.
"Fuck, I can feel it!" he groaned. "I got my whole hand full of cunt! Oh, fuck, but it feels good!"
He pushed her tight against the wall while he reached down to pull up her skirt, and then he tore those red panties right off her body. When Mildred felt her cunt exposed, she squealed even louder, while Bull stuck his finger in her cunt and began to finger-fuck her.
"Aaahhnngggg!" Mildred babbled with that finger up her snatch. "Oowwweeee!"
It should have been a happy sound, filled with passion and desire, but Mildred was being hurt. Bull was so rough he was bruising her tender pussy, and Mildred wasn't getting any fun at all. She didn't like it and we should have stopped right then, but once you get going, it's hard to think about the proper things in life. Mildred could have got us in trouble by telling on us, but teenagers have a code of their own. You never hear tell of us kids turning in a friend because we got raped. Not so much to protect the culprits, as to not admit we don't belong. Nobody wants to admit they're different, or that they think sex is bad. Lots of girls fuck just to get in a group, even when they don't like the boys they have to screw. And they end up liking it. Except Mildred.
She really didn't want to get laid, and it wasn't just because Bull was so rough. She was really fighting him until I got scared. There we were, right in the bright kitchen, where anybody could catch us. I got Bull's attention long enough to make him realize it to, so he wrapped his arms around Mildred, bear-style, and carried her into the bedroom.
The window was broken where Sambo went right through it, but the moon was bright so we could see good. Bull put Mildred on the bed and started to tear off her clothes. I thought she would scream, but she just laid there staring up at him with hate in her eyes.
"You'll be sorry if you do it, Bull!" she sort of hissed through her teeth. "You'll be sorry, you bastard!"
Her tone was cold and deadly, but that didn't stop Bull and the rest of us from wanting to see her fucked. Mildred made us feel uneasy, since we had all tried sex and she hadn't as far as he knew. Nobody-likes to have an "outsider" around them, and that's why so many school kids use pot now. If something is nice, you like to share it. When somebody won't do the same things as you and your friends, it makes you uneasy. You want them to share things.
Even when it comes to fucking.
Otherwise they look down their noses at you and think they're better than everybody else.
Even so, Mildred was a funny one. So beautiful, with all that sex appeal, but she acted like her cunt was the Holy Grail. When Bull got to fumbling around between her legs, trying to get her hot, she just laid there with that cold look in her eyes. She couldn't get away from that sex-crazed football player, and she wasn't cooperating at all, but it was more than that. When Bull pushed his finger into her cunt, and started to finger-fuck her, she should have come unglued with pleasure. Instead she just laid there, straining like she was having a rough bowel movement, while Bull pushed his finger in and out of her hairy cunt.
He kept finger-fucking her, but Mildred refused to get her juices going. She laid there cold and unresponsive while Bull got madder by the minute. This was a blow to his manhood and he didn't appreciate being showed up in front of his friends.
"You gonna cooperate, damn you!" He pulled his hand out of her crotch and doubled up his fist to bust her one.
"Get off me, Bull." Mildred's voice was tough, and cold as ice.
She laid there in the moonlight with her beautiful tits heaving to emotions I didn't understand, but it must have been harder for Bull to comprehend. Any girl in school would have done his math or anything to be where Mildred was right then, only she didn't appreciate how lucky she was. And Bull didn't appreciate her stupidity, either.
"You dumb cock-sucker!" he almost screamed as he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her like a puppy who shit on the floor. "What the fuck's the matter with you, Mildred? Loosen up, you dumb broad!"
He shook her something fierce, then went back to finger-fucking her, but she still didn't respond. It got him so mad he reached over in the ashtray, where Sambo left his cigar burning before he went through the window, and he burned Mildred right on the tit with the red ash.
"YEEEEOOOWWWW!" she screamed with pain, and bucked so hard it knocked Bull off her stomach. "OOOWWW!! "
I thought that was mean of Bull, and I'm not sure he should have done such a thing, but at least it showed Mildred had some genuine feelings in her like the rest of us. Lots of people don't like buttermilk, or spinach, till they try it, just like some girls don't know how much they like fucking till they get laid. But Mildred was a strange one. Beautiful, and built to make boys get a hard-on, yet she wasn't enjoying sex even when she was getting it. She reacted to the burnt tit all right, and cried about that, but when Bull went back to fumbling in her crotch, she got silent again. Sort of gritted her teeth and went stiff.
"Loosen up, you cock-sucker, or I'll burn the hairs out of your cunt!" Bull was real mad now.
Maybe that would have got her going, but his hand in her crotch wasn't doing it.
I was a little embarrassed for Bull, getting showed up this way to his friends, and it must have been a real blow to his ego. He started to fuck Mildred, but it was more to show us he could screw her, than to have fun with such a weird girl. He had a cock real big around but stubby, and when he pushed it inside her cunt, Mildred sort of grunted, like a turd was falling out of her ass. Then Bull started to pump in and out, making his stubby cock massage her clitoris with brutal strokes. I would have gone berserk from such a marvelous moment, but Mildred just laid there, sort of tolerating the whole thing, while Bull worked himself up to an orgasm. I don't think he was enjoying it too much himself, because a boy wants to squirt his load right inside a girl's cunt. While Bull didn't do it with Mildred. When he felt the jizz bust out of his balls, he jerked his cock from between her legs, and pointed his cock at her face. The white sperm went spurting all over her face, down her chin, and into her hair.
"There, you lousy cock-sucker!" he groaned as the fuck-juice splattered in her face. "How'd you like that, you dumb bitch!"
Mildred closed her eyes, and turned her head to get away from the jism. But Connie got carried away. She was so hot from watching Bull jizz that she started to squeal, and jumped on the bed to rub the fuck-juice into Mildred's face. When Mildred pulled a pillow over her face, Connie forgot about her and grabbed Bull's cock, then began to suck it, trying to get one more drop of cum. I knew Connie had the hots for Bull, and I didn't blame her for playing with his cock, but she wasn't going to get much satisfaction now. When a boy gets his load off, he isn't much use for a while at least.
But it's different with a girl. She can get fucked, and refucked, all night. And Bruno knew that. He stood quiet for another minute, staring down at Mildred's naked cunt.
"God, I always wanted to fuck her!" he moaned as he unzipped his trousers. "And that's her fuckin' cunt just laying out there bare and waitin' "
He gave Bull a little shove to move him off Mildred, then mounted that cheerleader with such a frenzy they damn near broke the bed. He fucked her hard, and frantic, for less than four seconds before he jizzed in her cunt. Bruno must have wanted to fuck Mildred for a long time, because once he touched her lovely body, he just couldn't hold back. He came in her right away, before she even realized it was a different cock between her legs. Then he laid there groaning, taking short little spasmodic strokes, until she pushed him off onto the floor.
I thought Mildred would cry. With a burnt tit, and two cocks in her pussy that she didn't want, most girls would resort to tears to wash away the feelings.
Not Mildred.
She stood up and rubbed the jism out of her crotch with a corner of the bedsheet, then calmly put her clothes on again. She winced from pain when her bra touched the burn on her tit; otherwise she didn't utter a sound. Except to look back at the boys before she left, and spit at them. When she did that, she wasn't so pretty. Maybe her face had perfect features, and maybe she did have a figure to tempt any male in the valley, but when she spit at that night of sex, Mildred wasn't pretty any more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fortunately, there aren't too many Mildreds in the world, and most people enjoy a good fuck. Sure there's a lot of pain and sorrow that sometimes goes along with sex. But that's true of most other things, too. Screwing by itself can only bring pleasure to a healthy body. And when a girl can't find a screw when she needs it, there is always the pleasure of just thinking about sex. And we sure do a lot of that!
In fact, I was thinking about sex that day in early August when Bruno told me about Deedie. She was Bruno's cousin who was coming that weekend to visit.
"I used to fuck her when we was kids," he chuckled. "She didn't have any hair on her cunt, and I couldn't really get it in her, but we used to fuck anyway. Every time we got together, we fucked up a storm. Me with my little waterspout and no balls, and her with her naked little snatch as smooth as a marble."
Bruno had very tender feelings for Deedie, and was all excited about her visit. They hadn't seen each other for eight years, since she moved away to Arizona, and I knew his cock was throbbing with anticipation.
"You know what she could do, Susan?" he asked me. "One time we were down in the fruit cellar, ready to fuck. She took off her little panties and I was standing there with my stiff little prick in my hand. We should have got to fuckin' right there in the dirt floor, but Deedie had to pee. We was laughing about it the way kids do, because we didn't have all those screwed-up thoughts in our heads our folks taught us later. Anyway, Deedie had to pee. So she squatted right there by the side of the turnips and started pissing. Splashing in the dirt and all. I got to staring hard, and giggling with pleasure to see this part of her sex, so she squirted it at me. Honest to God she did, Susan! She took a finger and put it by one lip of her cunt. That must have squeezed it like a squirtgun or something, because it made that little stream go flying clear across the goddamn root cellar!"
His eyes were gleaming with fond memory as he told me, and I guess Bruno always loved his cousin more than any other girl. Maybe because they shared each intimacy while they were unaffected by the cruel world. Or maybe because they both liked to screw so much. Yet when Deedie came to visit, we never saw Bruno for six days straight. And when he finally came around again, after Deedie was gone, his face was all pale, his eyes looked haunted, and he must have lost ten pounds.
I never even got to see Deedie, but in my memory, and here in my diary, she is a very real person. Someone who touched a human life with such force that her influence lingers through the years even to people who didn't know her.
And all on account of sex.
Isn't it wonderful!
But it's even more wonderful when you get to share in it, like that day we got Alabama her first piece of ass. We called her Alabama because that's where she came from, but her name was really Cassandra. Cassie for short. that stuff there in our valley, so we had to invent things sometimes to get a little excitement. Things like tipping over toilets, or daring to stick pussy willows up a bull's ass, climbing close to a robin nest full of eggs while the distraught birds tried to knock us out of the trees. It was natural fun, the years filled with precious hours, and I miss those priceless days.
Anyway, we got to the mountains and drove up to the dam site. It looked brutal the way all those machines were tearing the guts out of that pristine wilderness, but we knew it had to be. The valley was growing, the whole state was getting more filled with industry, and soon our green world would fall wounded. So we enjoyed it before it was gone.
We were sitting on the hillside looking down at that place of hectic activity, when a thunderstorm came up. It hit real quick, with lightning and howling winds, so we made a beeline down the slope to one of the campsites.
We zipped into a big new-wood hut where they kept a lot of weird-looking tools and rope, and stood there laughing at the storm that raged outside. We were wet, but warm, and filled with the joy of youth.
Until the workman who kept track of all those tools tried to kick us out.
"You kids can't stay in here," he said, his rugged face hard and sunburned.
"We ain't gonna hurt nothin', " Larry Pino argued. "We just wanta get out of the rain."
"I'll get my ass in a sling if the boss catches you in here," the man persisted. "I ain't supposed to let nobody in here without a work order."
The man was about thirty years old, with lots of muscles, but he didn't sound too bright. And I saw the way he kept staring at my ripe titties through the damp blouse.
So I knew we could stay.
"Can I take this off and dry it in here?" I asked as I began to unbutton the blouse.
It really wasn't that wet, but even at that young age I knew the power of the female form over a strange man's desire. It made me feel sexy as the buttons came undone, and when the man gulped hard to see my bra-covered titties, I forgot all about the storm. Here was a new cock, a strange peter for my hungry eyes to look upon, and I meant to do just that. I would have been naked and mounted real quick just then, except for Alabama. Or Cassie. Or Cassandra. Damn her anyway! A girl has to get a strange piece whenever she can as the mood strikes her, and I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. That man with his sunburned face and mysterious cock should have been mine. I started it all, and that was only fair. But the storm got our emotions all twisted in those thunderbolts, until weird things began to happen.
Gary saw that man staring at my young body and got jealous. He called the man some nasty names and wanted to fight him, but the man was so big he just pushed Gary aside and licked his chops as he stared at me. I kept teasing him, with my blouse undone and kind of hanging open that way, and if I had been alone I could have got me a nice strange cock to put in my diary. Only I wasn't alone. And like I said the thunderbolts got all our wires twisted. So it ended up that Bruno offered the guy a fuck with Cassandra.
"But it'll cost you ten bucks!" Bruno challenged.
The man almost tore his pocket off getting the money, while Cassie held a hand to her mouth with disbelief.
"We can do it on that canvas there," the man nodded to a big pile of the stuff. "Won't nobody disturb us in this storm."
"Oh no, we can't!" Cassie gasped. "I ain't never done nothin' like that! Oh, no, we just can't!"
"Ah, shit, Alabama," Bruno told her. "There ain't nothin' to it, an' you'll like, it anyway." He tucked the money in his shirt pocket.
"But I don't want to do it!" she wailed.
"I'd rather have that one," the man said, staring at me. "I'll give you another ten for her."
That was fine with me, but the boys had it in mind to see Cassie screwed. To hell with the money, they wanted to initiate Alabama in the thunderstorm. So we got to it.
Bruno picked up Cassie and carried her over to lay on the canvas. She was wearing Levi's and a short-sleeved cotton blouse, and her virgin titties didn't look too big through the cloth. But when Bruno took off her blouse, and almost tore the bra from her body, I had to admit that Cassie had fine breasts. Not too big, but with pretty nipples, and firm as new peaches.
That man thought so, too.
"Migawd, look a' that!" he almost gagged as he stared down at Cassie. "Jeez, but she's purty!"
"Go ahead and fuck her," Bruno challenged. "You paid for it."
"I don't wanna do it!" Cassie bawled as she tried to cover her tits with her arm.
The man seemed bashful as us kids stared at him, waiting for him to flop out his cock. He wanted something desperate to climb on top of that young girl, but years of fears kept him hesitating.
"You gonna do it or not?" Bruno asked.
"Whyn't the rest of ya wait outside?" the man asked, while he stared at those uncovered jugs.
"Fuck that shit," Gary swore. "We wanta see her get it."
The man knew he was flirting with big trouble, but the sight of that sweet young female was too much to bear. With fumbling fingers he started to unbutton his shirt. As his clothes came off, I hated Cassandra, the way she was wailing with fear and trying to keep away from her first fuck. I would have given Bruno another ten dollars to be on that canvas if I had the money, but there's no use fighting when the sexies get roaring through a bunch of fuckers.
The man had a great cock. Very brown, with huge veins on the side of it, and a massive head that was swollen with desire. It must have been ten inches long at least, big around as a mud cat, and I knew it was gonna bust her guts something awful.
The lucky little bitch.
Only she didn't appreciate it. She kept wailing as loud as the wind outside, and when he reached down to take off her Levi's, she squealed like a cow stepping on her udder.
"I don't wanna do it! I don't wanna do it!"
She needed a fuck something fierce, and she knew it, but the old female resistance was an ugly demon in her personality. If a man waited for Cassandra to be willing, she would go through life with her cherry intact.
"Put your legs down," the man panted as he tried to loosen her belt.
But she kept her legs crossed, high on her stomach, so he couldn't undress her. Until Bruno and Gary both got down there on the canvas and helped the man strip her naked. She kept yelling bloody murder all the time, but the three of them finally stripped those tight Levi's off her body. And when they had her naked, Gary decided he wanted to screw her. He kissed her between the legs while she bellowed with fright, and it must have felt strange to Cassie, having a tongue in her cunt for the first time.
"Aaaauuuggghhh!" she gasped, trying to claw backwards on the canvas. "Uuuunnnggghh!"
"Hey, I paid you kids for that!" the man yelled, pulling Gary from between her legs.
Gary had a wild look in his eyes, like he was ready to come or die or something, but he didn't argue when the man got down there to see Cassie's cunt better. First he spread her legs apart and then he got right down by her young cunt and used his hands to spread the pussy-lips open. The insides of her cunt were all pink and tender-looking, while the hairs between her legs were sort of brown and curly. The man seemed to love what he saw, because he squatted there between her legs for the longest time, just staring with hunger at her cunt while the storm raged over us. I thought he was never going to get on with it, but finally he let go of her little cunt and reached up to play with her tits. Now like I said Cassandra wasn't the prettiest girl in the valley, but right then she was beautiful. There's something about sex that gets into a girl's face to transform her. In the middle of all that sexual joy a new look comes to her face until she is filled with a new beauty. It was that way with Cassie. She looked so delicate, so vulnerable and filled with ecstasy while that man fondled her tits. like she could lay there forever and contain that measure of joy.
But the man wanted more than a feel of young titties. He meant to stick a cock in her.
"I gotta do it!" he gasped as he kneeled between her legs with that giant cock in his hand. "I gotta stick this thing right in her little twat!"
He did it, too.
He got hunched over her and guided that big brown cock between her hairs, right into her snatch, and then he began to push.
"Aaaggghhh!" Cassie gasped with agony. "Oh, my God, that hurts! OOOWWWEEE!! "
I could see that great cock disappear slowly into her cunt, while Cassandra screamed bloody murder. It must have hurt the man, too, because he groaned as he forced that granite prick into her virgin cunt. When it was halfway in, he began to stroke-fuck her, slowly at first and then like one of the jackhammers they used to bust the rocks from the mountain.
I thought he was gonna pound her through the floor with all that terrible fucking, while she screamed against the joys of her own body. He must have reached real deep inside of her cunt with that great cock, because all of a sudden Cassandra started to buck and screech like a banshee, almost throwing the big man right off the top of her. Then she wrapped her legs around his naked ass and fucked him so hard it made him start to scream. She almost broke his cock off with all that frantic pounding, and I could see his hairy balls thumping against her little ass as they came together. It must have been a joyful instant for the both of them, because they collapsed in a heap right afterward and looked like they was dead. Not even a ripple of afterfucks the way most people do. Just laying there groaning with joy while the thunder roared across the black sky above us.
Of course we couldn't stand all that fucking without getting some ourselves, so the rest of us got to fucking all over that wooden shack. If it wasn't for the thunder out in the valley, the Dam Foreman would have caught us for sure, because we were all yelling and screaming from the orgy while the rain poured in torrents over that hotbed of sex.
It was a glorious afternoon, and Alabama got prettier every day after that. She got to fucking with the rest of us and that would have been fine. Except that us girls couldn't forget the sunburned workers at the dam. All that healthy male flesh up there, with dangling cocks waiting to penetrate our willing cunts. Naturally, the boys didn't want us to go up there because there wasn't any girls for them to trade off, but that didn't stop us. We used the excuse of taking sandwiches to the working men on a hot Saturday morning, and we thought it would be fun to get fucked by a gang of big-muscled workers.
But have you ever seen a jackhammer hose? You know how much pressure that air has in that hose?
And can you imagine one of those things stuck up a girl's pussy?
CHAPTER EIGHT
People are wiser now, thank God. It used to be, long years ago, that if a woman "enjoyed" sex, she was considered a fallen creature. Even after that, for generations, everyone believed a girl sort of "gave in" to a boy, through love, and that she really didn't want to get fucked.
It must have been hell on girls in those days.
Because they were no different than me, and my friends, and we sure do like to screw! Only now there isn't all that screaming and yelling from adults when they discover teenagers are just busting with sex. I think the adults are glad that fucking is in the open, and they're just sorry they couldn't have more of it when they were young. So a lot of them, the adults, spend lonely days wishing they could fuck a teenager. While us teenagers would love to have a mature person do it to us. Maybe one of these days we'll get together, when some more of the taboos fall away, and the whole damn world will go to bed smiling!
That's a bit of introspection I put in my diary the day before we went to the dam site, and it's still true. I've never met a teenager who didn't have a crush on some adult, and when a person gets a little older, the sweet perfection of a younger person holds special magic. So I guess that's what happened when we went down there to see those dam workers. All those healthy male bodies, sweating with vitality, and all that crude masculinity waiting to be touched.
There were six of us girls who dared to go, and we promised to give the details later to our blushing friends who stayed behind. Of course we just pretended to go there to talk, and meet some nice-looking guys, but in our hearts we wanted to get fucked. That sounds easy. Lots of people think that when a pretty young girl wants to get screwed, she can get it anytime. But it doesn't work that way. Sure the fellas want to get in our pants. But some of the guys are bashful. Some are scared they'll get in trouble. And you'd be surprised at the reactions when a girl comes on too strong. So we have to work at it just like the guys do. It's a sort of game, and sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose.
like Sophie did.
She was a brunette with big brown eyes and huge titties. Actually she was kind of pretty but she was "tough" and always tried to compete with the boys. They didn't like that. They wanted a girl to be feminine. Only Sophie couldn't understand that. We told her and told her, but she kept right on trying to compete with the boys. She ran on the track team against them, tried out for baseball with them, and even tried to get on the football team. So she didn't get much fucking. Oh, sure, she got laid, but usually it was while the guys were drinking beer and wanted a quick gang-bang, or an hour of laughs.
"Now don't try to show off," we told her when we got to the dam site. "Let's just relax and enjoy ourselves."
The workmen weren't fooled when he told them we brought them sandwiches because we appreciated the boost to the economy of the valley. They knew we came over to be around men, and they knew we wanted to get fucked.
"Wait till the noon break and we'll show you around," a group of them told us.
We must have cost the contractor a bundle, because lots of the men stopped work to look us over. We had no business in that bustling place, and one of the crane workers dumped a load of concrete right on the hillside while he was staring at our tight little asses. So we climbed to a little summit where there were a lot of trees, and waited for the noon whistle. Some of the girls were getting nervous but all I could do was get sexier by the minute, knowing I was going to get a strange cock inside my horny cunt before the day was over.
Only we weren't prepared for the reaction. Almost fifty guys came to get us. Most of these men were from out of state, come here for the work, so they weren't afraid to be seen with young girls. Now there was no way we could screw that many guys and enjoy it, so I started to leave. Sophie and Tanya came with me but some of the workers followed us down the hill. They talked us into stopping near a sluice run between two ravines.
"We ain't gonna hurt you," one of the guys said.
I knew they wouldn't mean to hurt us, but when a bunch of men see a girl getting fucked, they all want some. And if you aren't careful, you can get in pretty deep before you know it.
"Ah, let's quit fuckin' around," one of the men said when we stopped. "Half the lunch hour's gone already. You girls want to mess around or not? What is it, you want money or something?"
He was an ugly guy with a big scar on his mouth while his eyes were mean. If it hadn't been daylight, he would have scared me half to death.
Anyway I got a guy named Sparrow to give it to me. Right there in the busted rocks, with lizards running all over the place, he laid me down and screwed me a good one. I came right there where the river waters would run later on, and I was grateful to him even if the rocks hurt my back. And after he was done screwing me, I let a blonde-headed guy with a big beard fuck me. He looked so hungry when he saw my young cunt that I just had to let him have a little. And he didn't disappoint me. He fucked me so hard it tore his knees all to hell, and I must have four or five more orgasms. That did me in. I couldn't give any of the rest of them a screw, and Tanya could only take on three of them, so that left about a dozen who wanted a young fuck.
"You can do it to me," Sophie coaxed when the guys were arguing about not screwing me or Tanya.
Guys with a hard-on are strange creatures. None of those guys really wanted to fuck Sophie because they could see right away she was tough. But when their balls got to jumping and their cocks were throbbing, she looked just as good as me and Tanya. And it was easier to fuck a girl who was willing, even if she wasn't too feminine, than to force another girl who was not so willing.
"Shit, I'll go first," a guy with a huge broad chest said. He was half-bald but wasn't very old, and he had one of those big handlebar mustaches with tobacco stains on his teeth. He kind of stumbled over the broken rocks as he reached for Sophie.
"Gee, that feels good!" Sophie giggled when the guy fumbled with her huge tits. And I knew it did feel good to her, because Sophie always told us she played with herself, especially her tits, and that's why they were so big.
"You sure got big jugs!" the man panted as he tried to massage them through her blouse. "Here, let's take this off and get a good look at 'em."
He unbuttoned her blouse, and when he saw that Sophie wasn't wearing a bra, he whistled.
"Man, oh man, look a' that!" He got real excited. "You guys ever see anything like that on a kid before?"
Sophie's tits were something to see. I don't know what size of cup she wore, but her titties were magnificent. Right now, while she was young, her knockers stood out with just a slight sag from the weight, while her nipples were big and brown from her years of self-stimulation. All those guys gathered around to see, even the ones who had fucked me and Tanya, and I guess I felt a little jealous. Men really like titties, especially young ones, and if Sophie had been a little more feminine, she would have been the most popular girl in the valley. Right then she was sure the most popular one in that ravine, among the rocks and all those strange machines.
"Man, I'm gonna fuck her right between the tits!" the man wheezed as he tore open his fly. "I'm gonna fuck her tits while she sucks me off!"
He almost threw Sophie down trying to get at her, and when I saw his cock, I got hot all over again. He had a nice prick, sort of slender but long as rolled-out biscuit dough. It would feel good between my legs, but I'd lost my chance. He meant to give it to Sophie with the big tits.
"Get her pants off, Mac!"
"Yeah, let's see her cunt, Mac!"
"Fuck the shit out of her, Mac!"
The voices were eager, excited, as though they were going to screw her themselves. A big old magpie came by just then to squawk at all our noise, but nobody even threw a rock at him because we were too busy with sex.
Mac took off Sophie's shorts, and then pulled down her white panties, to stare at her cunt.
"Jesus Kee-ryst!" he gasped when he saw that sweet young pussy. "Ain't that gorgeous! Man, oh man, am I gonna fuck her a good one!"
He kind of forgot about screwing her between the tits when he saw that pussy. For a long moment he just sat there and stared with a sort of wonder at her naked cunt, and then he started to finger-fuck her. Sophie really liked it because her white little ass was moving slowly up and down among the rocks, trying to get more feel from the finger.
"Do it some more!" she squealed. "Ooohhh, I really like that, mister! Do it some more!"
He kept at it, staring as his finger went in and out of her juicy cunt. Sophie had swollen lips on her pussy, all ready for screwing, and right away the cunt juice began to run down by her ass-hole. She really liked the finger, I guess from all the times she did it to herself, only this was a man doing it to her now. She just couldn't control herself and we watched her come, sort of quiet and peaceful, as she built up to her big ones.
"Put it in deeper, mister!" she begged as he kept finger-fucking her. "Push it in hard! All the way!"
Sophie had a lot of cunt hair, she looked real ripe, and Mac wanted to stick a cock in her twat. like I said, he forgot all about screwing her between the tits, because he took that beautiful strange cock of his and pushed it between her legs. When Sophie felt his cock inside of her cunt, she really flipped.
"Aaauuuggghhh! Oohhhwwwweeee!" she squealed, pounding her ass among the rocks. "Do it deeper! Put it in more! Uuunnnggghhh!"
She was really liking it, but her cunt must have been hot inside. Either that or the man couldn't stand waiting on top of such a young girl. He jizzed real fast, after only a few hard fuck-strokes, and that finished him. Lucky for Sophie there was plenty more guys, because she hardly realized when a new cock was shoved in her cunt. She was used to gang-fucks anyway, and she loved them, so she hardly missed a stroke between Mac and a guy named Paul. This guy was more deliberate, fucking slow, trying to get all the feel from her young cunt. He stroked up and down, with his white butt a real contrast to his suntanned torso, and all the while he kept sucking on her titties.
"Ummmppphhh!" he gagged as he tried to swallow her whole tit. "Nnngghhhhh!"
The slurping noise got me hotter than hell, because I know how nice it is to have a strange man sucking on your nipples, and I was just thinking how to get some of that myself. But the guys were all wrapped up in Sophie's great boobs, and her cock-punctured cunt, so I had to wait. And I watched two more guys straddle Sophie, fucking into a frenzy, until her cunt was dripping with sperm. One of them turned her over on her stomach and tried to stick it up her ass-hole.
"Oh, don't do that!" she bellowed. "I ain't never done it that way! Oh, stop it!"
But the guy aimed his cock between the cheeks of her ass, and then pressed down. When Sophie felt that naked prick penetrate her ass-hole, she tried to crawl right up the side of that mountain.
"EEEOOOOWWWW!! " she screamed, clawing at the rocks. "Take it out! Ooowwwww! It hurts! Oh, my God, but it hurts! Aaauuuggghhhh!"
But he kept ass-fucking her, shoving that cock right down her shit-scoop, until Sophie was babbling with joy. She even raised her butt to get another inch, and when he jizzed in her ass-hole, she drooled from the mouth like it was going right through her ass and down the tube to her throat.
"Uuunnggghhh!" she gagged. "Ooohh-nnnggghhh!"
That must have been the best orgasm Sophie ever had in her life, and it sure did the guy in. After he came in her shitter, he pulled out and held his cock like it had been sandpapered or something.
"God, that felt good!" he groaned. "Fuck almighty but that felt good!"
Another guy wanted to screw her in the ass, too. A fellow with black curly hair and two fingers missing from his left hand.
But Sophie had finally got screwed out. For once, she got all the cock she wanted, and so she didn't respond when he tried to roll her on her stomach again.
"Come on, honey," the man insisted. "Lemme stick it in your ass!"
His prick was in his hand, ready to go, but Sophie was happy just to lay there and feel the come-quivers shake through her body.
"Damn it, I said roll over!" The man was getting angry.
When she still didn't respond, the man started to play with her tits. She liked that all right, and seemed content to lay there all day while he massaged her boobs, but he wanted more than that.
"Well, fuck you then!" The guy straddled her neck. "If I can't have some brown-eye, you can suck it off!"
He guided that nice strange cock right into Sophie's mouth, then braced himself on hands and knees while he fucked her face. Sophie didn't mind at all, and she went right to work at sucking that cock like a lollipop, until the man jizzed in her mouth. The cum spurted out the sides of her mouth and rolled down into the rocks, while the man groaned like somebody stepped on his balls.
"Oh, Jeeesussss criminy!" he groaned as Sophie sucked the last few drops from his cock. "Let go of the son of a bitch, will ya? Ooowww! Fuck, that hurts! Get your fuckin' teeth off it, will ya!"
Sophie was in a sort of daze from all those beautiful orgasms, and she didn't realize she was biting the guy's cock. He went to slug her, but then thought it might rip his cock off, so he took his hand with the fingers missing and pried open her jaws.
"Oh, fuck, that feels better," he groaned when his cock was free. "The dumb mother-fucker almost bit my dick off!"
Just then the whistle blew for the guys to go back to work, only they were caught up in fucking. Work or nothing else mattered to the guys who never got any cunt, so Tanya and me each got to fuck three more guys, even when I was all satisfied and happy, because you have to store up on that stuff. Never know when it will be weeks before your next strange piece.
And that would have been the cat's meow of a perfect day, except for that big fucking Russian. He was six and a half feet tall, with a massive body and a full black beard, and he fucked Sophie while her cunt was full of cock-cream. She didn't mind that, except that when he was done, he punched her. Real hard, like he hated her or something. She started to cry, and a couple of the guys told him to knock it off, but he was too big for them. He punched her again, and knocked her over against one of those air hammer machines. She was laying on the ground with blood coming out of her nose, and her white little ass was naked for all to see. That Russian got hate in his blood and went over and kicked Sophie. When she screamed against the pain, he called her a lot of nasty names, and then unhooked the hose from the air hammer. When he stuck that thing in Sophie's cunt, she screamed loud enough to sound like the noon whistle. And if the machine had been running, it would have blown her guts all over the mountain. Lucky it was down for the noon break, and only the built-up air was left in the hose. Even so, that was enough to back flush Sophie into a big bunch of pain. And I guess that Russian would have ruined her young cunt, except those other men beat the shit out of him. It took five of them to do it, and one of them had to brain him with a big rock, but they beat the living shit out of him and then went back to work while he laid there in his own blood. I thought he was dead, and Sophie wished he was, but while we were getting dressed, he came to again. We got the hell out of there, and nothing bad ever came of it, but it was a spooky kind of day. It's swell to get fucked, especially to get a lot of strange cocks all in the one day, but nobody-likes to be around all that violence and bloody battles.
Oh, I know there are some who really go for that stuff, some people who dig pain and whips and agony. In fact, there are a lot of them right here at the mansion now. But I like my sex nice and easy. Filled with pleasure and hot sticky bodies, flowing fuck-juice and strange cocks and cunts.
like the time Portia got the dog, that big dog, to fuck her.
But before I tell you about Portia, and the time Danielle got Frank to stick his cock in the milking machine, I have to mention Katrina again. He saw her down at the dam site, and that was really unusual. Katrina always did her business right in her own house. So I guess those workers paid big money for a little fun.
And it makes me mad to think how much loot I could have made then, and at the same time I could have got a lot of great fucking. But we get wiser as we get older, like now at the mansion, and it's with regret we look back to see how much more sex we could have had. We always regret the ones we missed. And the fucking we got, no matter how it came about, becomes our most precious memories in later years. We might forget our teachers, or the movies we saw, and we might forget the addresses we lived at or the names of some of our childhood friends.
But we never forget the fucking we got.
That always becomes the most precious possession of our lives.
Because it was the most fun.
CHAPTER NINE
It was in the milk barn over at old Mr. Sumner's place that Frank did it. We were just screwing around that day and went over there to steal some apricots. His trees had the best ones, but he never picked them. Just let them rot where they fell on the ground, so we always helped ourselves. And we saved the pits, dried them in the sun, and then cracked them. Did you ever taste a sun-ripened apricot seed? Worse than peanuts. Eat one and you're stuck for the day.
Frank got stuck, too, but another way.
We were hiding in the milk barn so old Mr. Sumner wouldn't catch us. I was bent over looking through a crack in the boards, when Frank came up behind me and tried to fuck me right through my Levi's.
"Look a' me, I'm Jacobi!" Frank laughed as he fucked me with our clothes on. It felt good even though his pecker wasn't in me, because it's nice to mess around with sex even when you aren't getting any. And he was referring to Jacobi, Marylynn's Doberman. That damn dog was always getting stuck on the valley bitches, he always had a watermelon-red cock-tip hanging out of his prick-pouch, and one day he tried to rape Portia. She was having her period and you know how dogs can smell that. It gets them all excited. So he jumped on Portia and started to fuck her leg. At first she started to scream because she was just fourteen and kind of dumb. But it got her all sexy to see that dangling red dog-cock, so when we encouraged her, she let that Doberman fuck her. She was so dumb she laid on her back and expected him to reach her cunt, so we told her how to get on all fours doggy-fashion.
She did it, and when that great dog cock busted her bloody cunt, she puked all over. Jacobi got his hairy legs around her waist and wouldn't let go, just fucked her so hard the two of them tore up half an acre of the meadow. I thought Jacobi might get stuck in her cunt, the way he did the bitches, because Portia was small. But all he did was fuck her good, so good it made her puke with passion, and then he licked her cunt clean as a whistle while he wagged his tail and whined for more. Portia always gave him steak bones after that, and he followed her everywhere. They were real buddies. So when Frank tried to mount me like a canine I was willing, except he was just messing around.
"Now you got me all hot and bothered." I was mad.
"Ah, shit, Susan," he laughed. "Can't you take a joke?"
"Sure I can, Frank. But you know how easy I get all worked up."
There was just Danielle and me and Frank in the barn since the rest of the gang ran to hide someplace else from old Mr. Sumner. I really didn't like Frank too much, because his front teeth were missing from his fight with Rodger, and besides he let a girl go crazy. He liked to screw right up to the time he got his orgasm, then he jerked out and went to jacking off on her stomach. It's the way he got his kicks, but it didn't help us girls very much.
"Somebody should knock out the rest of your teeth!" I got to shaking from being horny. "You're a damn tease, that's what you are."
"Aw, I was just horsing around, Susan. Don't get sore at me."
"Susan's got a hair-trigger," Danielle reminded him. "You know how she gets worked up real easy. And you ain't man enough to fix her when she needs it."
"Oh, yeah?" Frank took out his cock and pointed it at me. "I can make you come real fast with this!"
I wanted him to stick it in my cunt, but I knew he'd just leave me in a worse fix than before. And there ain't nothing worse than being half-fucked. A girl can go mad that way. So I told him to stick it up his ass. And Danielle was mad at him, too, so she told him to stick it in one of the milk cows. She was just saying that, but Frank thought it was a good idea. After all he did have a hard-on, and his balls were full.
So he went to one of the stalls and began to fuck a cow. She just turned and looked at him, like it was a toy he stuck in her cunt, then she went back to chewing her cud. I hoped she would shit all over him, the way cows do when somebody tickles them that way.
"I can't even feel the fuckin' thing!" Frank grunted as he fucked the cow. "Her cunt's so fuckin' big I can't even feel the sides of it!"
"Whyn't ya stick it in the milker?" Danielle scoffed.
Frank needed to bust his balls so bad he thought it was a good idea. So Danielle turned on the automatic milker and Frank stuck his cock in one of the suckers.
"Oh, Jesus Christ that feels good!" Frank groaned as he stood on tiptoes against the slurping machine. "God, I think I'm gonna come!
Oooooowwww!"
He must have orgasmed a good one and got his balls sucked dry, but that wasn't the end. That sucker kept milking his dick like it was an udder while he got to yelling bloody murder. I don't know if it would have sucked his guts out, but Danielle felt sorry for him and turned off the machine. When he got his cock out of the sucker, it was all red and swollen, and he touched it like a boil.
"Oh, fuck, that hurts!" he groaned. "The mother-fucker damn near kilt me! Ooouuucchhhh!"
He was a real bastard, that Frank. Always getting his own orgasm and to hell with the girls. There was Danielle and me all hot and bothered, with our young cunts all juicy and needing to be fucked. But with no boy to help us out. It's terrible for a girl to be hot. With a boy it's mostly their cock and balls that gets aching. While a girl hurts all over, and gets nervous, until she's ready to let a porcupine fuck her just to get rid of the hots. Especially a young girl, with all that hot blood and ripe juice in her body.
So when old Mr. Sumner caught us, from Frank doing all that yelling, I was about ready to let him fuck me. I know he always wanted to screw us teenagers, but I never did like him that way. He had so many milk cows he was always covered in cow-shit. On his coveralls and hands and everything. He smelled terrible, and that put me off.
"You goddamn kids! I'm gonna call the sheriff!" he cursed when he caught us.
"We wasn't doing nothin', " Frank protested, standing sort of limp against the soreness of his pecker.
"Trying to steal milk from my barn, that's what you're up to!"
"Ah, go fuck yourself!" Danielle told him.
That really got him mad, so he took a pitchfork and tried to stick us. But we got away okay, except Frank couldn't run very fast. His balls were sore. It's a good thing old Mr. Sumner tried to get me and Danielle or he'd have stuck Frank for sure. And the next day we planned to put some green swamp grass in the milk barn, to make the milk taste bad. That would fix that old coot up good. We probably would have done it, too, except for Danny. He was just seven years old, and Danielle had to babysit him, because his mother was a friend of her mother. And Danielle caught the boy pissing against the house. She bawled him out, and was showing him why that was bad to do, and she got carried away. Next thing you know, she was right down there sucking on his little cock. He really liked it, because boys can get a hard-on no matter how young they are, but Danielle sort of bit him. Not too bad, but enough to require a little medical attention.
"God, I wanted to bit it off like a hot dog!" she told me after her mother beat the hell out of her. "It tasted real salty, and soft, and I wanted to swallow the whole fuckin' thing!"
I knew what she meant, because I'd tasted a few beautiful cocks in my time, too, and I could understand how she got carried away. There's something about sex that screws up your mind. Makes you forget all the rules and willing to do just about anything.
like the time I went with Rachael to the movies. It was a matinee and we heard tell they showed a guy naked in one of the scenes. So we went to see it, and sure enough this guy got stripped and climbed in bed with a good-looking blonde. They didn't show much about that except for his hand working under the covers, but it was enough to drive me crazy. It got to Rachael just as bad. A couple of boys had been making wisecracks to us in the dark theater, but when that sex scene came on, we was all quiet. Until Rachael started playing with her cunt. She pulled up her skirt right there in the movie and started to finger-fuck herself.
"Oooohhhh!" I could hear her trying to be quiet about it, but it was feeling good. "Ooowwwhhh!" One of those boys reached over to help her, and the next thing you know he's squashed down in the aisle, all hunched up with his face in her crotch. Now I don't care how quiet you try to be, when it gets to feeling that good, you don't give a damn. Rachael got to screaming and kicking the seats until they came and threw us out of the movie. That was okay by me, because we took those boys right behind the theater and fucked them senseless. I got a cut on my ass from a broken Coke bottle in the alley, but I sure did get a fucking that day I'll always remember. Maybe that's why I like X-rated movies here at the mansion now. But at any rate I put that day in my diary in big letters. I never did find out those boys' names, but that doesn't matter. They still run around my brain with a sort of halo, and I'll always be grateful to them.
The way I'll be grateful to Cornelius Peckinpaw.
Korney (that's what we called him for short) was with the circus when it came to the valley. He worked on the trapeze and was very handsome, with big muscles and a lyrical voice. I kind of fell in love with him while we watched him perform, and when we went to meet him, I was willing to fuck right there on the midway.
Except that when you're as handsome and famous as Korney, you can have any woman you want. I was pretty young and he was over thirty, and I guess I tried too hard. He agreed to show us some of the circus, but he didn't seem too interested in me. And he told Bruno it would be a good life if Bruno was serious and wanted to go with the circus.
"You'll have to start by setting up tents and keeping the animals happy, but you can always work your way up."
"I know a lot about animals." Bruno was eager.
"Well, we'll talk to Bodacko about it."
Alexandria was with us that day, and so were a lot of the gang. But I remember Alexandria mostly because of what the alligator man did to her. And I remember Studsy, too, because of the fat lady.
Studsy was pretty. Not handsome like a boy should be, but pretty. With a beautiful face and long brown hair, and a body like a male ballet dancer. It fooled you because Studsy was rough. He could beat the shit out of most of the guys in the valley, and he had a real mean streak in him. So when he met the fat lady, he laughed at her.
"You little punk!" She shook her fist at him. "I oughta spank your ass!"
"Shit, you couldn't spank nobody!" he challenged. "You're so fuckin' fat you don't know your ass from a hole in the ground!"
They went at it real mad for a while, and I thought Studsy was gonna screw up our after-hours jaunt around the circus. But that fat lady took a shine to Studsy. She offered him some chocolates, and we knew she wanted to fuck him.
"Man, we can't do nothin'! " Studsy laughed. "How can a guy mess around with you? How the hell could he even find your cunt in all that blubber!"
She was mad as a wet hen, but she really took a shine to Studsy. No matter how much he insulted her, that fat lady wanted to see his pretty cock.
Korney kind of arranged it. He took us into one of the smaller tents where some of the dancing girls lived. He made them all get out, and then told the fat lady (her name was Fatima) to get on with it.
"Hey, I ain't gonna fuck that creep!" Studsy balked. "No sirrreeee, I ain't gonna fuck that broad!"
"We don't like people to make fun of us," Korney threatened, flexing his big muscles. "Now, do we get on with it or shall I throw you in with the lions? Or maybe I should get Steelbo to bend you a little?"
Steelbo was the strong man with the circus, and even though Studsy was tough, he couldn't stand up to all that muscle. So we urged him to fuck Fatima.
"It won't hurt," Alexandria giggled. "It might even be fun, Studsy!"
"Yeah, that's easy for you to say. What if they wanted you to fuck one of these freaks?"
"Sex is sex!" Alexandria giggled happily.
I wanted Studsy to get on with it, because when all that fucking got going on, I figured the trapeze guy would get horny enough to screw me. So I urged them on the best I knew how.
First we got Fatima naked. That wasn't easy, because she had about thirty yards of cloth on her hulky body. And when we got to taking off her bra, I almost fainted. Her tits were like great white bags of flour. Massive mammaries that bulged like balloons, with nipples the size of pancakes. I felt sorry for Studsy, especially when we got to Fatima's bloomers. She wore those old-fashioned kind that hung to her knees, and it took four of us to roll her over and get them off. You couldn't even see her cunt. Not even the hairs in her crotch. Her big guts hung over until her thighs and guts seemed one mass of blubber.
But her feet were tiny.
I couldn't understand that, and it made her look even more grotesque.
"Man, I can't fuck that!" Study groaned.
"Ah, come on, honey!" Fatima cooed as she reached out her arms from her position on the tent floor. "Just put it in for a minute, honey. I won't hurt you."
She opened her legs for us to see her cunt, but even then there was too much blubber. All you could see was a bit of hair sticking out.
"What if I just stick my arm in it?" Studsy gulped.
"You go ahead and help her out," the trapeze man said with cold voice. "Like I said, we don't like nobody to make fun of us here."
Studsy gave it his best. He climbed on top of that mountain of flesh and tried to fuck her. But he was so put off that his cock wouldn't go hard, so Alexandria had to get down there and jack him off for a few minutes. When his cock was hard, he pushed it between her legs.
"Oooohhhh!" Fatima squealed. "Put it right in me, honey! Go ahead and put it right in my cunt!"
Studsy tried, but his cock wasn't long enough to go between those blubbery legs and reach her cunt. Fatima kept farting while he tried desperately to penetrate her pussy, and I guess he forgot just what he was doing. It must have felt good fucking her between the blubber legs, because all of a sudden he jizzed on her. Right on the fat, without reaching her cunt.
"Uunnnggghhh!" Studsy groaned as he took a few more strokes. "Aaaauuggghhh!"
That was fine for him. But Fatima wanted a screw. So the trapeze man tried to get one of the other boys to do it. They all refused, even when he threatened to knock their brains out. I guess the sight of that hippo laying there farting was too much for them. But just to keep us from getting killed, Bruno got a push broom. He took the handle of the broom and stuck it between Fatima's legs.
"I can feel it!" she screamed. "I can feel it going in! Oooowwweeee!"
She didn't even know how she was getting fucked, and I suppose it was a long time since anything got shoved up her cunt. But she sure did like that broom handle. She got her fat fingers around the wood shaft and helped Bruno stick it in deeper.
"Ooooowwwweeee!" she squealed, happy as a stuck pig. "Oooowwwwweeee!"
Fatima looked ridiculous laying there that way. like a hippo stuck on a waterlog. But she was having fun, so Bruno broom-fucked her until she farted real loud and then quivered like a bowl of half-hard Jell-O. I guess that was her orgasm, because she went to sleep after that. Out like a light.
So I tried again to get Korney to fuck me. But he just flexed his muscles and told Alexandria she was next.
"Sure!" Alexandria giggled. "I like to screw!"
But when Korney brought the alligator man to mate with her, Alexandria got spooked.
"Hey, that ain't fair!" she protested, backing away from the man. He looked pretty ordinary to me, except his hair was tangled and matted, and his skin was sort of scaly and dry-looking.
But he was a nice-looking guy anyway.
"You're in the circus here," Korney reminded Alexandria. "We're just like you, but we're special."
They were special all right. And they had special ways of doing things.
like the way that alligator man did to Alexandria. She was a pretty girl with blonde hair and rosy cheeks, but when he got through with her, she looked like a banana split.
First he stripped her naked while we all watched, then he got some peanuts and shoved them up her young cunt. That made her wince from pain, until he got down there and sucked them out with his tongue.
"Oh, my God!" Alexandria groaned with ecstasy. "Oh, fuck, that feels good!"
She came right away, but he wasn't even halfway through.
Next he filled her pussy with a can of instant whipped cream topping, and then proceeded to eat the stuff out of her pussy. Alexandria damn near went crazy from all that tongue-lapping, and she got to screaming so loud that one of the dancing girls came in and covered her mouth with a G-string.
Next they got a bottle of maraschino cherries and stuffed them into Alexandria. She wasn't very big so they could only get a handful in her pussy.
That alligator man slurped each one out of her cunt-hole with his tongue, and ate them, while Alexandria laid there screeching with joy. I got so hot just watching that I had three orgasms myself, and I could tell that everybody in the tent (and it was a lot by now) was in the mood for a fuck-fest.
The last thing I saw was a banana getting shoved into Alexandria's cunt. I don't know if that circus guy ate his way right into her guts, or if he pulled it out a little bit at a time to eat it. I don't even know if he had scales on his cock.
Because by that time I was too far gone. A girl can only stand so much before she goes crazy. And I was so far gone I didn't even get to fuck Korney. I just grabbed one of the circus workers who was close, and smother-fucked him for two hours. We ended up by tearing out the stakes on one side of the tent, and I think half the circus was fucking through the night. It was a grand time, and we got passes for the rest of our friends while the circus was there, but I always did envy Alexandria. Can you imagine turning your pussy into a smorgasbord?
CHAPTER TEN
But there has to be an accounting, and I got mine. Daddy found out about the dam site, and the circus, and the time we went down to Applebury to screw Rastus and his friends. So Daddy sent me to Uncle Ezra.
I could have caused a ruckus and confronted him with his gold watch at Katrina's, but that would hurt Momma. So I let him send me off for the rest of the summer.
Actually it wasn't so bad at Uncle Ezra's, except they were stuffy people and I didn't meet very many friends. I did manage to fall in love with a boy named Gorshen, but when we screwed, he left me blank. He had a very little peter and he didn't pet much, so even though I fell in love with him since I was lonely, I always dreamed of going back to the valley. I did, of course, and finished my school, and then all my friends drifted away. They got married, or got throwed in the clink, or went off someplace to work. So I spent two lonely years wondering where my youth had gone. I still managed a piece-of ass once in a while, but the thrill was not the same. I was used to sharing my sex, so when I got in the back seat of a car, or went to somebody's apartment, half the joy was missing. It was like taking a bath because you had to do it, without having the pleasure of jumping into a swimming pool.
Finally I got bored and left home, to come here to Memphis. Been here three years now. Worked in an office as a secretary, got an apartment, and was lonely. Finally met some friends, made one of those porno movies, and now I'm the happiest girl in the state. I bought this old Southern mansion, converted it into a high-class whore house, and now I get fucked anytime I want. I'm still the prettiest girl in the place so I get a hundred bucks a throw, and for special sessions I charge plenty. I don't get in on the Specials very much because I still like the old-fashioned fucking method. And I still screw for pleasure.
But some of my girls, like Powpow over there, she-likes the kinky stuff. You can beat the shit out of her, or whip her half to death, and she loves it. Or Sallie, the girl from Utah. She-likes to be tied up with leather thongs. Then we have the coprolagnists, the urolagnists, and the girls who will suck your balls for a buck. We have the porno movies every night, and some of my girls are the stars. While down in the basement we keep a few horses, and a couple of other animals, for the female customers who come here for something different. We used to have Paul, too. He was a razorback hog that we bathed regularly and let have the run of the place. Just a young hog, still a suckling. And lots of the guys let him suck their cocks. It made them blast off something awful until they liked it better than a fuck. But I made the mistake of letting Mrs. Johnston try him. She always comes here to get laid, quite regularly, and she pays well. She has to pay well, as do the rest of the female customers, because my stud services can only be used about twice a day. The men who work here aren't like the girls. Females can get fucked every hour on the hour. While a man doesn't have much stamina.
Anyway, Mrs. Johnston wanted to watch a guy get sucked off by Paul, our hog. I made double dough. Made her pay to watch, and made the male customer pay to get hog-sucked.
"Oh, good Lord!" Mrs. Johnston gasped when the hog was slurping on that cock. "Look at that little thing go to town! Oh, my goodness, he's just sucking and sucking!"
Mrs. Johnston was about forty-five, very rich, and sort of skinny. Her tits were long, but skinny like her, and she decided that hog should nurse on her boobs.
So when the guy got sucked dry, Mrs. Johnston flopped out one of her popsicle-shaped tits and stuck it in the hog's mouth. He got to sucking and pulling, snorting and biting, until Mrs. Johnston came unglued.
"Oooowwww!" she screamed. "He's pulling it off! Oooowwwwww!"
We tried to get her loose, but that hog knew a tit when he got one. He wasn't about to let go.
"He's killing me! Get him off! Oowwww!"
I did the only thing I could. A hog wasn't as important as rich Mrs. Johnston, so I took a vase and brained that goddamn pig. Killed him dead.
Now he's laying there by the fireplace, with a stupid grin on his face, while Mrs. Johnston is sitting over there by the window bawling. Holding her popsicle tit while she bawls.
Upstairs there is a nice orgy in progress, and fuckers are laying all over the mansion. I've got a thousand more pages in my diary to write down, but right now I'm too horny to do it. Tomorrow I'll tell you about the time we went over to the river and got old Black Moe to fuck a chicken before he could screw Gloria, and I'll tell you about the time we got the history teacher under the football stand. Or maybe I'll start on the day we got Katrina to show us how to make a man stop jizzing when you wanted him to fuck longer, and perhaps I'll take those pages about that drunken Indian who screwed little Cynthia while he held her down. Better yet, I think I'll start on the day I got Buckner to show me his cock. I was really young then, and that was a great big cock. And it tasted so good!
