I was born, Jack Barnum in a period where guys without parents were a bit misfit, and most unfortunate. Boro Boys School is not the greatest place to be brought up but if you like your prick played with by older women it's not too bad a place. However, in those days I didn't know what it was like to get my pecker played with by older women. It was just a normal course of weeks events.
The place that I lived in was called Boro Boys School and it was a typical institutional joint. The more I think of it the more reason I had to lead the life of extroversion that I led.
Oh, it was an exciting life. There's no doubt about it, but when I think back to Sister Marquette telling me to come in once a week and drop my pants, I could die. She used to tell me to come in once a week to see if I was healthy in the crotch. She stood there with her habit on, real cool. She'd play with my prick. I thought to myself as I remember the orgasms that she gave me, isn't it nice of this beautiful woman to do these things for me. After all, she's pure and clean as the driven snow and she gives me nothing but pleasure. I should be absolutely thankful. All I was every time that Sister Marquette jerked me off in those days was thankful.
"Thank you, Sister Marquette," I'd always say when I left the room.
"You're very welcome Jack," she would say.
I would march out of the room, a spent young man, a strapping one too.
At twelve and a half years old I was five foot three or four. I was a little bigger than average. However, I can't really recall what the average kid was like.
My best friends name was Karl Harris, never did find out what happened to Karl. When Karl and I weren't called in during the week, Sister Marquette would be pretty pissed off. She thought we'd engage in masturbation, but it never occurred to us that we could do that ourselves. Besides, we were too watched, there was no time alone. We slept in a dormitory full of guys, made it pretty ruff to try anything. So, our weeks entertainment was Sister Marquette.
Then, one Saturday morning she called me in. Most of the guys were on an outing but I wasn't feeling good that morning.
As I stood in her office she was writing. I got to say that she was a very attractive woman. She had a wide mouth, almost a passionate pressed lip mouth. She had deep set blue eyes and I didn't know if she had hair or what color it was because the black thing covered it.
She said to me, "Jack, you were sick this morning. You didn't go out with the rest of the children. What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, Sister, I had a headache and wasn't feeling good generally."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Jack because I had some very pleasurable things in mind for you today."
"Well, I am feeling a little bit better now Sister."
"Are you sure?" She said as she got up from behind the desk and walked to the door and locked it.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure, Sister. I'm fine now."
"Well, in that case, I want you to taste something that I think is very important and I think is a necessary experience for you will soon be thirteen. You're approaching being a full fledged man, Jack. I want you to past the test that all men must pass before they can call themselves men."
"What might that test be, Sister?" I asked.
"Well, you have to make a woman feel like a woman and then you know you are a man," she said.
"Oh, and how would one do that?" I asked.
"Well, I'm going to show you," she said.
There was this old leather coach in her office. Her curtains were drawn. There was one lamp on.
She laid down on the couch. She pulled her habit up over her knees and then her thighs. She lifted her legs on the couch so that they were wide-spread and then I saw that she had nothing on underneath.
I saw her black hair covered snatch. In those days I didn't call it that, but that's what I was looking at.
She motioned for me to come closer.
"Look between my legs Jack, for wisdom, and that you will find is where a woman's quick is at."
So I bent down between her legs and looked at her pussy. It was the first time in my life I had ever seen a pussy. We had talked about it a little bit, but at twelve and a half, obviously, my exposure to cunt was very limited.
Lying on her back, her breasts thoroughly invisible, because of the fact that the clothing she had on hid her body, but her legs were spread, her cunt was open.
I reached down to touch the soft moss.
"That's it, Jack," she said. "Feel it first. Then what I want you to do is get between my legs with your face and kiss it, and lick it, and suck it and see if you like the taste. If you do like the taste, I'll let you return to it once a week, just as I play with your pecker once a week and as I make you feel good, you can make me feel good."
"Well, Sister, once again you are too kind," I said. "You allow me the favors of your charms and I must admit, they so excite me. You so excite me. The pressure is too much."
With that I climbed on the couch. Keep in mind that I was only a little fellow. I looked down at her cunt. I felt it with my fingers and saw it was juicey and warm and then I pressed my lips against it as I lay there.
She closed her legs around my head.
My face was buried into that cunt.
At first I found the smell a little bit offensive but after a few moments it was not anymore. I began to like the taste of it. I found that my prick was erect, from me sucking at her pussy which I found rather strange. Sister has no contact with my penis, why the hell is it standing? I suppose the idea of being inside a woman's private with my tongue had me excited enough in mind to raise my prick. I tried not to think about it. It was too complicated. I just sucked her and enjoyed the smell and the tremors that her body went threw.
I reached up into the habit and squeezed the soft flesh of her stomach. This was an instinctive thing on my part and it now occurred to me to touch her prior to that night. However, now she was allowing me the violation of her body and I was digging the hell out of it. Here I was sucking away at that smiling pussy and the responses were beautiful.
Her legs were wrapped around the back of my head. She was truly carrying on. It was equal to the hottest thing I've ever touched in my life. She was truly excitable, probably a little more excitable than some of the woman I now know. It was simply because of the fact that she wasn't as frequent a sexual indulger as those women.
Although I had no idea of how many other boys in the school she was playing around with, it seemed to me that she had favorites. Karl was certainly one of her favorites. He would get jerked off weekly. He never missed a week that I know of.
However, my face buried in that cunt, my hands working up and down and finally squeezing her ass, I was quite excited. The cheeks of her ass really turned me on. I kept sucking and sucking and licking at her cunt. I noticed that her cunt got hotter and also, my prick was enormous.
Then, all of a sudden, her body began to shake and vibrate. The taste of her cunt dripping all over my tongue was good. I sucked and licked at her insides as best I could. Finally I licked her until I could lick no more, because she was tired and her legs had dropped to the couch. She was fatigued as though she had had enough.
Now I stopped and looked down at my pants and saw a stain in front of them and that my prick was enormous and standing up.
She looked down at it also and smiled and said, "Oh, dear, look what a state we have your prick in, Jack. This is terrible. We've got to do something about that. We've got to do something constructive. I'll tell you what, Jack. Since your prick is in such a state, and you satisfied me so well, I'm going to give you a reward. I'm going to let you put your prick into my castle. That's going to make you a knight. okay?"
"Whatever you say, Sister," I said.
"Good. Now, drop your pants."
I did what she said.
"Now, take off your undershorts."
She had not moved from the couch all this time. She was giving me the instructions on her back.
Her black habit was thrown up over her waist now. Her cunt was still exposed, but her legs were down at this moment.
I pulled my pants off.
"Why don't you take off everything else, ll
Jack? It's silly for you to wear a shirt. You'll always have time to put it back on."
"I hope so," I said and then took off my shirt.
My pecker was standing up so tall.
"Come over here by the couch, Jack, and let me see your prick."
She handled it for a few seconds and then told me to get up between her legs and put my prick where my tongue had just been.
I did just as she said. I placed my cock inside the hot mouth of that cunt.
At the first thrust she let out a moan. The--likes of which I hadn't heard since my dog got sick. It was a dog I had in school two years ago. He was a mascot. I'll never forget the night he bathed. Well, that's what Sister sounded like, but it didn't matter because I was fucking. I didn't know that's what it was called, but then I wasn't sure what it was all about. All I know was that my prick was inside her hot, moist chamber and I was moving about in there and so was she. The joy in that part of my body was without descripiton. Why didn't I ever experience this before, I thought to myself. I guess I just didn't know the right people, otherwise I would have seen the light and been involved in this beautiful, glorious moment before. Why didn't people spend all their time doing this, I thought as stroked in and out of that eunt. It grabbed me so tight, I could hardly move. What I was really doing was moving inside of my own skin. She had me in such a grip that I felt she'd break it off if I tried to move. It was hard to believe but true. She was a marvelous piece of ass and when we got threw and I had already buried some come deep into her body and I rolled off of her, she said to me, "You know, Jack. You've had quite an accomplishment for a young am at tire boy. You really have come a long way. I must compliment you. You're very successful at that. You really do a good job. I'm very surprised and proud."
"Well, thank you Sister. I really have to thank you," I said as I put my hand on her body again.
I reached up under the habit to touch her tits. I did and she jumped a little bit, but then after awhile she stopped me.
"Stop, Jack, otherwise you'll start to lose respect for the order of my cloth. I want you to clean yourself up in the bathroom there and then go back to your room and rest. Tell no one about this, Jack. If you're a good boy, maybe we'll have another session like this next week. Would you like that?"
"like it?" I said. "I'd love it. Would you promise Sister?"
"No. I can't promise you, Jack, but there's a pretty fair chance that we'll be able to do it.
I'll try to arrange it so that it's not to long a wait, because I know you're going to miss this."
"I miss it already, Sister. I wish I could stay with you all the time and do nothing but that. It feels so good. It's really what I want."
"Good. Maybe someday, Jack, but not now."
I grabbed a hold of Karl and said, "Heh, Karl. I gotta talk to you man. I got to tell you what happened."
"Calm your self, Jack. What the hell could of happened here."
"Sister Marquette was around, baby."
"Oh, the old penis jerker," he said. "Listen, you were messing around with Sister Marquette were you?"
"No, I wasn't messing around with Sister Marquette, she's been messing around with me," I said.
"Well, look nothing's so special about that, baby," he said.
"What does that mean," I asked.
"Look, I've been reading some pretty imagine books, daddy," he said. "I'm getting real hip to this American stuff and big words too."
"Well, someday we're going to learn all of it, but right now I want to tell you what the hell Sister Marquette did."
"okay, man."
"We better go to the park where we can talk and be safe. I'll meet you there in five minutes," I said.
"Fine," he answered.
There we were. We went to a telephone booth and closed the door so nobody would figure out what we were talking about in there.
When I started telling him what happened with Sister Marquette he couldn't believe. I told him about me eating her pussy.
"Heh, man. Did you really eat that chicks pussy?"
"Yea. She called me down there and I went and I liked it."
"You liked it heh?" he said. "Jack, you're beautiful. You got a lot of guts. I don't know why she picked you and not me, but you got a lot of guts. I guess she's got a thing for the two of us. We better take advantage of this while we can."
"Yea, you're right. Well, after I ate her pussy, are you ready for this?"
"I'm ready for anything," he said.
"I put my cock inside of her and we fucked I guess," I said.
"What do you mean, you guess? Did you fuck or didn't you fuck?" he said.
"Well, my cock was in there and I had an ejaculation."
"Marvelous," he said. "Now you're trying to tell me Sister's a whore, right?"
"Heh, Karl, I'm not trying to tell you anything. I'm just trying to tell you what happened."
"Are you trying to tell me that you spent a whole afternoon fucking her. I know she--likes to play with pricks, but fucking! That's ridiculous, man are you kidding? No respectable, I take that back," he said. "okay, so you did what you said and it was terrific, right?"
"Yes."
"Now, what do you want me to do."
"Nothing, man. I just wanted to tell you," I said.
It was obvious that Karl was jealous but so far he was also mad because Sister had picked me to do this with her.
"Alright, okay. So, you're a big man and you know all kinds of stuff about sex. You're experienced. You're not a cherry anymore."
"What's a cherry?" I asked.
"A cherry is a virgin, baby, which is something you're not. Once you get fucked you're not a virgin. Look we better get out of here and get to our nightly chores before we get our backs broken. I'll leave first," he said.
Later on as I was getting ready for bed in that room which I shared with five guys, Karl came over to me.
"Heh, Jack, I was uptight, forget it. I'm just not myself today. I don't feel right."
"Oh, it's okay Karl, whatever you say, I know you're not looking for any trouble."
"Yea, I know that Jack, but still and all, I was rude and I feel like a jerk. I shouldn't have been so nasty."
"Yes, that's true," I said. "However, I don't think you have to worry about it. We're still friends."
"Groovy," he said. "Now, I'm going on a special project tonight, you want to come with me?" he asked.
"What's the special project?" I asked.
"Well, you know the cleaning chick?"
"Janet Farr," I said.
"Right," he said. "Fine, ain't she?"
"She sure is," I said. "What does that have to do with us?"
"At the moment it doesn't have a hell of a lot to do with anybody, but if you and I put it into our minds, it might have something to do with us."
"Well, what is it that you want to put in our minds?" I said. "It sounds like we might be getting into trouble."
"No, baby. No trouble with me. What I want to put in your mind is very simple. When Janet makes the rounds at night before she goes to bed, checks on things, cleans up a few crumbs, I say we grab her and pull her in the kitchen and we try to fuck her on the table. I'll go first. If she's good, you go."
"okay, whatever you say, Karl," I said.
"You're a big shot aren't you," he said. "You're still trying to prove, you're a big sex man. You want to go first?"
"No, that's alright," I said. "You can go first. Will we find her?"
"Oh, we'll find her," he said. "The question is whether we can get her into the kitchen and keep her mouth shut so that we don't get into trouble. That's the name of the game."
"It sounds like it's gonna be a big problem. I'm sure she's no little child. She must have been around a little bit, you know."
"Yes, I'm sure she has," he said. "However, that doesn't mean we get first crack at everything we want. We're going to have to do a little pressing. Are you ready for this?"
"Heh, man I'm only twelve and a half years old. I don't really hit, but I've been around the streets a lot and I know all the hookers. I'm not really sure of the details. Today I just got my first piece of ass and I know what it meant and now you want me to jump this chick."
"I don't want you to," he said. "I'm just going to do it. I just wanted to know if you want to come along."
"Well, I'm not going to say no."
"Well then, in the meantime, we better get the hell to bed because pretty soon they're going to do that bed check thing and as soon as they're finished with that we gotta get the hell out of here and try to find her."
"okay," I said. "I'm game for that."
We went to bed, and it was about the time that I laid down every night. The place was very quiet. I knew Janet would make her check threw the hall.
Karl and I got up very quietly and went to the hallway. We stood at the entrance of the front door one floor below by the kitchen, downstairs, h and flattened her buttocks against
Suddenly, Janet came by.
Karl grabbed her and quickly placed his hand over her mouth. He shoved her up against the doorstep to the kitchen.
"okay, baby, open up inside there. We're going in with you."
"What are you two doing in here?" she said.
"We just wanted to talk to you Janet, okay?"
"Well, alright, but be quiet and quick because if we get caught here we're all going to fry. Especially you guys, they'll beat your pretty butts off."
"They don't beat you do they, Janet?"
"Of course not. I'm an employee here, why should they beat me?"
"It seems to me they beat the world," I said.
"Heh, listen, we wanted to talk to you real bad."
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she said.
"Sex."
"Oh, no," she looked at us and said. "Why you guys are thirteen years old and you're coming up strong."
"Well look, Janet. I'm hungry for a woman and so is Jack. Jack is first, if you let us have any."
"Look boys, I don't want to break your hearts or anything but this is not like candy. If you don't know much about it, I would suggest that you do a little reading. It's the best way."
"No, it's not a question of reading, baby. It's what you got that I want, and I'd climb after it for five hundred miles. I want it and I want it now."
"Well, I'm not going to put out for you guys. I don't know what you think this is, some kind of circus? If you want to take me out on a date like a gentlemen, in five years, we'll talk about it."
"Now look, we're going to screw you whether you like it or not. It's not a question of whether you like it or not, it's how we do it."
"I'm going to scream in about two seconds," she said. "If I scream this whole damn house is going to come down on your head and then you're going to be sorry that you ever thought of this whole bit."
"We're already sorry," I said. "But not that sorry."
"Well, you damn, well better be," she said.
Karl was a year older than I was and a little tougher.
He looked at her and said, "Alright, baby. You want to scream, you scream, but if you scream there's going to come that day when we break your ass, and we will find you. So help me, we will break your ass as sure as you stand there."
A little fear started to show up in Janet's eyes. She had pretty eyes, too. She had big brown eyes, dark hair and full tits. She was frightened now. We had her in the kitchen and it was dark in there except for a very small light that burned by the butcher block.
Karl walked over to her and clamped his hand over her mouth. He motioned to me to get closer to her.
I immediately pulled her skirt off.
He held her pressed against the wall. He began to squeeze hard on her breasts threw her blouse.
I removed her stockings and her garter belt.
Then I pulled her panties down.
Karl held her hands, one behind her back in a hammerlock type grip.
I dropped my pants and pulled my prick out.
Karl pressed her body down a little bit so that her knees were bent. He spread her legs apart and I shoved my prick in there.
While he held her, I fucked her. This was our first taste of rape, rape as we knew it. The force of controlling a woman's body against her will is beautiful, we thought, at least I thought. I was fucking away and Karl was enjoying my fucking and evidently Janet was beginning to enjoy it because her eyes were closed and she was moaning.
Karl took his hand from her lips and began to kiss her on the mouth.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She obviously was as excited by this whole thing as we were.
An yet, I couldn't quite understand that, since we had forced her to do this. Why the devil is she excited? It was very strange, I thought. Why in the devil, would she ever dig guys to do this? Maybe there was some strange desire in woman wanting to be raped, that was a thought. Well, at thirteen you don't have too many thoughts, and I wasn't even thirteen yet.
I pounded away with my prick inside that hot cunt and in a matter of two or three minutes the excitement of this scene and watching it with my own eyes was too much for me. I began to come inside of her hot pussy.
She was moaning, "Not yet, not yet."
As I came, Karl was dropping his pants already. Even though he was still kissing and squeezing her big globes he was dropping his pants.
I changed with him. I withdrew my prick. He switched around and I started to ball her and kiss her and squeeze her body, the cheeks of her ass.
He got inside of her and began to fuck her. She obviously hadn't reached her climax yet.
Karl was really moving. He was hot from having this whole scene. Then he moved real fast inside of her. Before too long he got that look on his face like he was going to get lost, lost in the world of joy. Before too long he started to blast off into her, I could see it.
At the same time, she was vibrating too. The two of them met in a mutual orgasm of beauty.
Janet Fair had been raped and she liked it.
Karl and I had done it and we liked it. Nobody was hurt, nobody was bothered. Nothing was done against the law, really. What a joy it was to discover this.
CHAPTER TWO
MORE YOUTH
About a year and a half later after that first rape, and our only rape by the way, Karl was thinking that we should go out and work and get away from Boro Boys School.
I was now fifteen and he was sixteen.
We talked about it a lot, because we knew eventually we would escape the grip of authority.
Then one day Karl said to me, "You know, Jack, it would be fun to go around raping women like we raped Janet that day."
"Yea, it sure would," I said. "I don't know how come we never raped her again."
"She only stayed two months after that," he said.
"Because she was embarrassed by the whole thing," I said.
"I think you're right," he agreed. "She never could look us in the face after that. I think if we tried it again she might have been pushed just past the point of tolerance. We really did a job on her."
"Yea, I kind of agree with you," I said. "I think that we had done quite enough at that point and that she certainly was pissed off with us."
"Yea, but when it came down to the real moment of truth, when it came to fucking, she dug it. There was no doubt about that," he said.
We discussed it many times but the idea of going around raping people, I don't know. You need nerve for that.
The girl that replaced Janet was not very attractive and therefore, Karl and I never really got involved. Besides, Sister Marquette used to give me most of the action I needed whether I liked it or not.
Sister Marquette taught me many things. She taught me how to be a masochist when she whipped my ass. She taught me how to eat her pussy. She taught me how to screw her between the tits. She taught me what a blow job was and she let me eat her muff anytime I wanted. She taught me some other things too.
A strange thing happened in our fourteenth year a big, blonde broad came to the place. Of course when she first came she looked like she was one of the Sisters, but she wasn't really. She just looked like a Sister. She had to wear something like the cloth. She had a severe white outfit she wore. Her name was Sister Margurita and she was a very big woman, about five eleven. She looked at all the boys in a strange way.
About the third week that she was there I told Karl, "That's another Sister Marquette. She looks hot."
Karl looked at me and said, "You've been reading too many of those books, kid. Knock it off. They got you full of dummy ideas."
"No," I said. "I could tell just by looking."
She was a physical education instructor and then it was decided after the third month that she was there that there would be private lessons for the gentlemen of the school.
Naturally when my turn came, I was nervous. However, there was really nothing to be nervous about. It didn't sound like it was going to hurt. I asked a few guys about these private sessions and they said they just did exercises and she showed them some things about gymnastics.
Still and all when I arrived into the private gym room, I was nervous, because I was a little high strung.
Sister Margurita, that's what we called her, but she really wasn't a Sister but she looked like one, started to talk to me.
"Oh, yes. You're Jack Barnum, that lovely looking young boy. Come on in Jack."
I walked in and she locked the door. That was the first sign to me that something was wrong.
"Jack," she said. "I'm going to show you what massage is all about today. It's a good thing to know. It's very healthy for your muscles and such. So, if you would take off all your clothes and climb up on this bench here I can give you the first lesson on how to massage a body. This is very important if you want to be a real athlete, Jack. Take your clothes off, don't let my conversation stop you."
I wasn't too nervous now, so I listened to her and I did as she said. I took off my clothes. When I was completely stripped to my shorts I stood there.
"Take those off too. Don't be embarrassed. After all, I am a gym instructor and I'm going to show you something very practical."
I dropped my shorts and very hurriedly jumped on the table so I wouldn't have to show her my prick right off the bat. I lay down on my stomach.
"Now, I'm going to massage your back and I want you to feel what this is like and to know what I'm doing to you."
She began to run her big, strong hands over my back. As she did I felt an erection starting up in my belly. Now, I was nervous. I didn't want her to see this. There was nothing I could do about it. If she decided that I should turn over, I'd have to be embarrassed cause there would be that telephone pole standing up in front of me.
She rubbed my entire back and then began to knead the flesh of my buttocks. When she hit that, I got pretty nervous. My cock was as big as it had ever been. It was half way up to my belly button.
As she squeezed the flesh of my butt, she moved down in back of my thighs, my calves and I was getting charged up.
"You see here dear is this muscle, and here is that muscle," she was saying.
I couldn't hear her. I was in a fog. I was so excited I didn't know what the hell to do. Now, I felt her finger right near my ass-hole. I almost jumped off the table.
"Relax, dear boy," she said. "This is good for the inner muscles. It's good massage."
Her finger went further and further. I thought there was no end to it. She was tickling me inside. That was the longest goose I'd ever felt in my life. The guys used to fool around when they wanted to scare you, they'd pinch your ass, but this time that finger was in four inches, I swear to Christ if it was in an inch.
There I was on the table pierced by this chick's finger.
She moved her other hand all over my body and scratched and massaged, kneaded and squeezed.
My prick was so big, I couldn't take it. Then, all of a sudden, without asking any questions, those strong hands just turned me over on the table.
She looked down at my prick and said, "Oh, what have we here. Are you experiencing an erection, darling? This is not the effect this is supposed to have."
She reached down and started to squeeze my balls.
"My goodness, this needs massaging too," she said. "It is healthy for you."
She started to play with my prick. She rubbed it up and back and twisted it around with her back hands. As she did this I thought I was going to blow a blast of cream.
She now lowered her head to it and began to suck on the tip of my prick. Sister Marquette had given me one or two blow jobs but nothing like this.
She held it firmly in place and really began to lick my prick.
She climbed up on the bench with me and began to suck my prick to such a degree, I didn't how long I could hold out from blowing cream into her mouth and down her throat. She ran her lips all over the head and down. She licked my balls.
I lifted my ass a little bit and she licked the inside of my ass-hole. This is fantastic, I thought. My God, what a great feeling.
She was slowly killing me by licking my prick. It was such a young prick.
Suddenly, she began to swallow everything she could as I blasted cream into her face, right down her throat it went. She drank it literally and she sucked harder and harder as I came. The more I blasted, the more she sucked and the harder she sucked.
Finally, I was exhausted and my prick was tiny again.
She reached down and squeezed my balls and said, "You know, Jack Barnum, you're quite a passionate fellow. I must say that I want you to do something Jack. I'm going to lie down on this bench and I'm going to bare my breasts and I want you to suck them just like I sucked your prick. I'm going to let you put your fingers under my skirt and I want you to put your finger up my cunt, but don't do anything other than that, okay?"
"Whatever you say, Sister Margurita."
I jumped off that table feeling like a jerk. My cock was dripping of come still.
Now, she lay down on the table. She pulled her bra off and let loose two of the finest pink nippled breasts I'd ever seen in my Me.
As I bent over into the warmth of them, it took two of my hands to hold them firm, so I could suck on the nipple of each. I wasn't prejudice. I did each one for five or ten minutes. I kissed, licked and sucked them. I had the opportunity to clearly just play with a pair of breasts, I never did this. To say that this was exciting me would be to put it very mildly. I was so turned on it was crazy. My prick was standing once again.
Now I slipped my finger under her skirt and reached for her pussy which was hot, waiting and uncovered. I thought I could put my fist in there instead of my fingers, it was so big. However, I did as she said. I fingered her and grabbed for that magic button that I knew made Sister Marquette wild. Now, I was here to make Sister Margurita wild. I never stopped kissing those beautiful, pink nipples for all the time I had my finger in her cunt.
Finally after five minutes, after sort of caressing, she began to say things to me.
"Harder, Jack, harder. Move faster, baby. Come on, Jack."
I moved as hard as I could. I knew that she was enjoying it. I could tell by the smile and the look on her face as her eyes closed. She acted as though she were in heaven, which is probably where she would wind up. She was quite a big broad. I fingered her longer and I kissed her tits more and more.
Then, she arched her back up off the table. She began making wild sounds. Maybe she was reaching her crisis. She bounced up and down on the table into my fingers and her tits almost drowned my face in flesh. It was too exciting, too beautiful. I couldn't tare my eyes away from her breasts. I sucked and licked those nipples until every drop of cream had fallen from her cunt and on to my hand. The back of her skirt was soaked which was under her. She stood up and put her arms around my naked body and hugged me.
She slipped her hands down to my ass and said, "Jack, do you like being with me like this?"
"Yes, I do very much," I said, with my face buried in her tits, cause that's about as high up as I came.
She ran her hands over my ass and gave me a little slap on the cheeks of my buttocks. She goosed me one more time.
"Jack, I can't keep you in here anymore, at this time. The session is finished, but if you'd like to come back in another week or so, we could probably do some of tins again."
"I'd love to," I said. "You can count on it."
"Jack, you're a little charmer. Someday the women are going to love you, they're going to love you to death. You're very exciting. You're going to be an exciting man, Jack. You have an enormous prick for a fourteen year old. I'm absolutely shocked by it."
'I'll be fifteen soon." She laughed.
"Fifteen or fourteen, that's a big prick you have there boy. You know how to use it I bet. Have you ever got it inside of a woman?"
"Oh, yea, of course," I said. "Several times."
"Is that right?" she said.
"I wouldn't kid you, Sister Margurita."
"Well, in that case, Jack, if you're good, I'll let you put that prick into one of my holes. I haven't decided which one yet."
"Anyone will do, Sister. I'd really like that."
"I'm sure you would, you little devil," she said. "Well, you be a good boy and I'll see you next week."
"Yes ma'am," I said.
I got dressed and she opened the door for me as I walked out. I was almost glad to get out of there. I felt like a prisoner. An yet, it was a pleasurable sensation I had, even when I left.
CHAPTER THREE
IN THE BEGINNING
The Boro Boys School policy was that when you were sixteen you were discharged. You were given a job and sent to a school of higher learning. You went to your job in the morning and went to school in the afternoon. At eighteen you could do what you wanted, but that was a limitation. Of course it wasn't really a limitation because you didn't have to report to anybody. There was only a problem, if they thought when you left that you were goofing off and you didn't care about it, they'd chew your ass off, maybe throw you in jail, I guess.
I had a good job which I like a lot because the factory was loaded with women.
School wasn't a drag too much. I knew it wasn't only two more years to put up with. Of course, I had my own rooming house, which was nice. I was hoping that Karl would be near me so that I'd have somebody to talk to. As it turned out, Karl being ahead of me, had already put in a year of school and he traveled to a far off place for his job. I probably would never see him again. I sort of missed him. He was a good guy. However, I decided that I was really a loner anyhow. I didn't need the company of another male. The only company I needed was females and I wouldn't be hard pressed to find women like Sister Margurita or Sister Marquette on the outside. They were strange women. I think they stayed at Boro Boys School solely because there was a mess of boys there for them to mess around with. They really dug it, not too many people dug it to the extent of getting jobs in a boys school.
Anyway, the first day on my job in the mill, I met a girl. Her name was Pat. She was a pretty girl, fresh looking. She was sent from her father who worked on a farm to give him an extra few dollars. She worked a ten hour day. She was an amazing girl, she smiled all the way threw it, she didn't really mind it. For that, I liked her. I thought, she's a good chick, working hard like that.
We passed time at lunch. She would say things to me that I found rather interesting.
"You know, Jack," one day she told me, "We have six kids in my family, two girls and four boys. My father is such a nut that he beats us up all at once. It's a terrible thing."
"Why would he do that?"
"Well, it was a theory of his that if anyone of us stepped out of line, he'd beat all of us up and we'd stop each other from doing bad things. He was right too. Whenever one of my brothers would do something, the other two or three would kill him, before my father found out. Then my father would beat us and all of us would gang up on that person again. So, it was triple punishment for him."
"Wasn't that sort of a big effort on your father's part?" I asked.
"Oh, no," she said. "He would just take us all out to the barn, have us strip from the waist down and we had to lean over a fence and he'd take off his big strap and as he'd go by us he'd just walk up and down for ten minutes. He whaled the tar out of us with that strap. Eventually he got tired and he had an eight foot bullwhip, and he'd beat our ass's with that. I remember when I was fourteen or fifteen I had taken a cookie from the cookie jar and the other kids were away, some at school, some at work. My father was so mad, I think he was mad at something else, really. He took it out on me. He took that whip and he doubled it over and he beat the clothes right off of my back. I still have some of the marks from that. Therefore, I'm grateful to work in a factory for ten hours a day. I'm seventeen years old and one more year and I'm going to run away cause I'll be of legal age."
"If I were you, kid, I would have ran away a long time ago," I said.
"Well, Jack, I'm not a boy. I'm a girl and it's hard for me to get around, but you'll see in one year I'm going to take off. I hate people who are cruel," she said.
I looked at her and thought, what a beauty this is. Wouldn't it be great to rape her? I wonder what she would be like if she would resist, if she would struggle. She must be a scared little cat after all those beatings. The fear built up by her father who was an authoritative male. I thought I'd follow her home when it got dark. I'd get her in an ally and I'd see what it was like. I liked her, I didn't want to hurt her. She was so pretty, black hair and the curls coming down. She looked rather frail. She was the prettiest chick ever.
I waited about a month, as long as I could wait and resist it and then one night, I had bought myself a black silk neckerchief.
I waited outside the factory after school and I knew she came out about seven o'clock at night. She worked a long day. A whole bunch of girls were coming out.
Pat, fortunately was on the other side of town from me so, I really wouldn't be associated with the area that I was going to do the job in. I hoped that she wasn't accompanied home by several friends, though.
She did come out with about four girls and they started walking in the same direction. I felt that they would split up and go their ways, but they didn't. They walked into the diner down the road and they sat in there. I stood out in the cold waiting. The madder I got, and I certainly was getting mad. No one with something like I had in mind would be happy about standing and waiting in the cold.
I thought I'd wait a half hour while they filled themselves with soup and food, laugh, giggled and carried on.
Then they came out. Two of them went in one direction, the other two in another.
I followed Pat and the other one and I thought, oh, boy, it would be just my luck that this would be her room mate.
It was dark out and it was late now, but I was in luck. Three or four blocks from where she lived the other chick took off and they said goodbye.
I had slid quite a bit behind them so they didn't see anything. I was also wearing sneakers, which is something I learned about when I was in Boro Boys School. You can be damned quiet in sneakers. In shoes the world fears you.
So, very cautiously I moved.
Finally I was close to her, about a block. I put the scarf around my face. I had picked this corner carefully, hoping that she would pass it and she did. There was an ally right down in front of it. It was a dead end type ally.
As she passed the corner I cupped her mouth from behind her and grabbed her throat. She gasped.
I whispered in a raspy voice into the back of her neck.
"If you move, I'll kill you. If you scream, I'll kill you," I said. "I only want to touch your body. Now, don't raise hell, or you'll die. Is this clear?"
She nodded up and down. She was trembling, I could feel it in my hands.
I pushed her all the way back into the ally. It was black back there.
I began to open her coat. I still had my hand on her mouth. I pressed my body close to hers and whispered to her again.
"Do you understand that if you make a noise you die?"
She nodded up and down again.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I said. "I simply want to use your body, gently, tenderly, lovingly. Am I making myself clear?"
She shook her head up and down again.
"Do you promise not to scream if I let go?"
She shook her head up and down one more time.
Of course I couldn't see her eyes. I didn't know if she was lying.
Carefully I took my hands from her mouth.
All I could hear was, "Please don't hurt me. Please take care, please."
I had her coat open now. I was pushing her skirt down over her hips. The first time I touched them I realized how tender and plump they were.
Her skirt dropped to the floor. Now her garter belt was unhooked and I let that drop. Her stockings I couldn't care less about.
Now I pushed her panties down over her legs.
I reached up and squeezed her breasts. I didn't bother removing her bra because I didn't need to. I already had a tremendous hard-on.
I spread her legs a little bit. I pulled out my prick and shoved it right into her cunt without any romantic interludes.
I kissed her mouth and it was trembling and hot.
She tried to resist me a little bit at first, but not too much cause she knew she was cornered.
After two or three minutes of fucking in that position, she started to put her arms around my shoulders. I began to discover something wrong about women. Once you start their machine going they find it very difficult to stop you. As a matter-of-fact, I found in most cases, they don't want to stop you.
The girl I was banging was purely a fresh farmers daughter, one who the thought of rape made her feel sick, an yet, she was enjoying it. She was helping me fuck. She moved her hips around.
I took her ass in my hands. I kissed her mouth and her tongue explored mine as my tongue did the same to hers. We screwed for a good ten or fifteen minutes, both of us really enjoyed it.
"You like this don't you darling?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yes," she said. "Yes. I like it, but why do you have to threaten me?"
"I have to threaten you because you wouldn't do what I wanted you to do if I just asked you would you? If I'd approached you on the street and said would you fuck me, you'd probably call the cops."
"You're right," she said. "Please don't hurt me, please."
"You squeeze real tight with those legs on my prick, girly, and I won't hurt you at all. You give me a nice thrill now, and kiss me good and hard. So, I won't hurt you."
The smell of her body was driving me crazy. I pressed my lips against her tender lips again. The two of us hot, crazy together, were enjoying each other. We really were carrying on there, like lovers. It was not at all like some girl being raped by a guy in an alley.
I pressed my prick in as deep as I could and I realized her cunt was tight. I wondered if she had been a virgin. I felt a real resistance.
"I thought you'd be a virgin, so young and tender."
"I would have been," she said. "But my father raped me as a girl."
"Your father raped you," I said.
"Yes," she said and she moaned.
"How cruel could a man be," I said.
"He was cruel. He used to beat me."
Here I was raping her in an alley and she was confessing to me of how cruel her father was.
Now I felt my prick getting good and hot, ready to boil over and it did. The orgasm began with a huge jolt and she felt it.
She returned hers to me. The two of us stood there banging against each others bodies literally in a fit. We were so excited that we couldn't stop ourselves. It was very easy to be excited in a situation like this.
When I was threw I pulled my member from her body. I touched her cunt with my hands. I patted her cheeks and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"Sweetheart, you're a good lay. You should use your cunt more often though. It's too tight."
"How could I use it? I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid, darling. Pick the nicest guy you know and fuck him. It's such a shame for you to waste all that hot moistness that could turn some man on beyond his wildest dreams. You're a real beauty."
I zipped my fly up.
"I'm going to leave the alley. By the time you're dressed it will be okay for you to leave it too."
I left running down. I had committed my first real rape.
CHAPTER FOUR
JACK DISCOVERED
The next day at lunch I saw Pat sitting there alone.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Pat," I said.
"No," she said. "Sit down, relax. I'm just finishing up anyhow."
"Look, Pat, you look like you're meditating so I'll go someplace else."
"Oh, no Jack. Don't be silly. I was just thinking about something."
"Oh yea? What was that?" I said.
"Now, you're being nosey."
I smiled at her, "You're cute, Pat. You have a cute way of putting things. It's very frank and honest. I like that. It's a thrill to me when a person's honest. I immediately start to dig them. I immediately start to think they're good people if they're honest. There's something nice about honesty. Remember George Washington and all that crap?"
"Yes. There's something nice about being honest and I think I found out what it was last night."
"Why? What happened last night?" I asked. "Oh, nothing I could talk about. I learned something about myself, I didn't know."
"Really? That sounds like exciting stuff. Would you like to share it with somebody?"
"Not just now, I don't think."
"okay, baby, whatever you say. I'm not the pushy type. I'll just eat my spinach here and behave myself."
"Jack, you're a nice guy. Why don't you ask me out?"
"Heh, Pat," I said. "The guy's supposed to say stuff like that."
"Well, that's up to the guy, I guess, but when the guy doesn't move his ass."
"Heh, dig the language on you, baby. You were always so straight and sweet. What is this stuff."
"Oh, Christ," she said. "Look, would you have asked me out if I didn't just say that to you?"
"No, probably not."
"Why not?"
"Well, because you're so damn good looking and you look like the type of chick who'd be busy all the time. I'd be embarrassed to be turned down. It's just that simple."
"Well," she said. "There's something for you. I'm not busy and I happen to think you're cute. I'd like to go out with you. Now what do I do, wait for you to move your thing?"
I laughed at her. She was cute. She was honest. She was straight forward and I fucked her the night before so I knew she was good pussy. You couldn't ask for a whole lot more.
"Well, let's start over," I said. "Let's pretend that you never said anything and I never said anything, okay?"
"If that's what you want to do. Isn't that sort of gamy though?"
"Well, maybe it is but just see if you can get a whole of my technique and see how I'm operating."
She laughed and said, "okay, I'll buy that."
"Now, Patricia, what are you doing tonight?" I said.
"Why I'm going out with you, right Jack?"
"Oh, you spoiled the whole damn thing. You're not supposed to say that."
"I know," she said. "I couldn't resist. However, it's true isn't it?"
"If you say so," I said. "It sure as hell is going to be true, because I just asked you out and you excepted which is a good sign. Isn't it?" '
"Well, it's a sign that we might spend some time together," she said.
"Good. What time should I pick you up?"
"Well, why do you have to pick me up. Let's leave together and I'll buy you dinner."
"Now why should you buy me dinner?" I said.
"Because you're poor and you just started working here and you don't have any dollars, and I do. I'd like to buy you dinner. Is that so terrible?"
"Yes. It's pretty bad," I said. "I don't like it much. I sort of wish that I'd buy you dinner."
"okay," she said. "I know a great hamburger joint and we'll go there right after work."
"Groovy," I said. "I'll buy that."
"I have to go," she said. "I got things to do."
"Go ahead, baby. I'll see you later."
As she walked away I saw the switching of her full buttocks. I remembered the soft feel of her skin back there last night. I had ruffly shoved my cock outside of the skin which was in front of it. I had a hard-on under the table. I knew I'd have to sit for a few minutes to get rid of it, after she left. She was a sexy bitch. I couldn't quite figure out exactly why. I usually went for the bigger type, but she turned me on, a lot. I guess because I was inside of her body and it was good. I wasn't about to forget how good it was.
Anyway, I finished my lunch, waited for my hard-on to subside and I got up and went to work. I got off early and went to school. Pat overlooked the fact that I went to school, but I'd go pick her up. I knew what time she got off.
At seven o'clock I stood outside the place. It was the end of her shift that day and sure enough at seven she came out looking very confused.
"Oh, Jack," she said as she came over. "I thought we'd meet inside. I was a little nervous that you'd left without me."
"You know, Pat your something. I don't know what got into you. I tried to ask you out but you'd come at me with what I thought was a stone wall."
"Well, you never did come out and ask me anything," she said.
"I know," I said. "I was afraid. You sort of acted standoffish, you didn't act very friendly. I was almost sure that I was going to get refused and to tell you the truth, it bothered me. I don't like the idea of a refusal."
"Well, he who hesitates is lost," she said. "And I'll throw one more at you. You never know until you try. If you weren't trying I tried, okay? I think we went all threw this before," she said.
"Yea, you're right," I said. "We did, but I feel like a jerk."
"okay, jerk," she linked her arms in mine. "Buy me some food."
"Alright woman, what's your pleasure?"
"There's a great place for food that's about three blocks from here. We can walk."
"I dig it," I said. "Let's walk."
With my arm around her waist we walked. She smiled up at me every once in awhile and I squeezed her body in close to mine. I looked at her pretty face and I thought, an angel, I like her better in the dark than I do in the light, but she's still an angel. Last night had more excitement than tonight. Tonight was nice, oh yes, it was very nice because she wanted me tonight, but I had caused this desire last night. She didn't even realize that she was walking up the street with the very man who had taken her cherry. I am pretty sure she was a cherry. Even though she said her old man porked her, I wasn't quite sure if it was true. Last night was such a night.
We got to this hamburger joint and as we sat there with the greasy plates, she looked good. We ate just about fifteen minutes.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
"Well," I said. "I got a room in a boarding house and it's a drag. We can sneak up there and dig some music. I wish I could take you some place but I have no bread. I feel like a jerk, but what the hell you knew that anyway. You knew that when I asked you out. Oh, shit, you know I'm not a very good conversationalist, I just sort of dug you and I was delighted when you said meet me after work. I don't know what to do."
"Well, I don't live around here and I don't know what to do."
"I have a nice little apartment, pretty close by. We could go there and be alone. We could listen to music if you want. I have a phonograph. We could dance. I have some wine there, we could drink wine. We could warm our tummies up together and just be with each other and that should be enough."
"You know, it is enough," she said.
"The big question in my mind is how long could I stand being around you without doing something I might be sorry for?"
"What do you mean sorry for? I don't understand."
"Look Pat, you're a nice girl. A guy just doesn't take you up to his apartment and hang around. If I was your big brother I'd kill a guy tike that."
"You're not my big brother," she said. "You're a friend of mine. I'm inviting you up my apartment now. If you don't want to go say so. If you do want to go, let's go."
"Yea. Of course I want to go," I said.
As we walked it was a great feeling being next to her now. The rape thrill was gone with this chick, unfortunate because I knew I'd have to drop her pretty quick. The rape scene was a big scene with me. Without it I would have lost my mind.
Now we arrived at the entrance to her pad. We went upstairs and walked inside. It was pretty. She had little blue lights on, a television set, a radio, phonograph, small little cart type bar, couches, chairs, a little bedroom and a kitchenette.
"You know something, Pat, this is the nicest house I've ever been in."
"Oh, come on," she said. "You've been in a nicer place than this crummy little apartment."
"I was raised in a place called Boro Boys School and I don't know if you ever heard of it. It's a home for bastards. There's a couple of nuns, freaks. They raise you, teach you something and at sixteen they put you in a job like this with no future in it. You gotta make it for yourself."
"So what, Jack. You're a hard working guy. You're going to get ahead in the world. You do an efficient job."
"Pat you're wrong. I don't care about money. Just something beautiful like you, that's all I care about," I said.
Once her coat was off I couldn't resist starring at her body. She had changed from her factory clothes. She was wearing a black dress, real tight. It clung to her body. She had a big, red pattern leather belt wrapped around her small waist. Her tits jutted out. She was a very sexy chick, very attractive. She turned me on a lot now.
I walked over to her and looked in her eyes and said, "Are we going to have some wine?
"Yes, we are," she said. "And that's only the beginning."
Her arms went up around my neck. Her lips moist and hot touched mine, embraced, our bodies full length pressing against each other. Our lips pressed against each other, our mouths were wide open, our tongues explored each other. My hands just rested on her back as I brought her in tight to me. Sexy, moist, slippery thing, I thought to myself. You tremendous little fuck, you. I know exactly what you feel like, because I've been there last night, but you'll never know it. I'll be the most tender, loving, hump you ever had tonight. Then I'll just have to find something else because you just won't thrill me anymore.
As we held each other in that long embrace I reached down to the box.
I squeezed each breast gently. This soft chick opened her mouth even wider and got hotter. She was so lovely.
We broke the clinch and got some wine. We drank some wine and began to pull each other's clothes a little bit. The lights were low and the music was fine, just fine for what we were doing.
I reached up to one of her breasts and squeezed it threw the black dress. I found it as firm as it was last night. However, the mood is different. The mood is one of peace, tranquility an yet, there was a little air of sex weaving its way threw the atmosphere.
Once we got on the couch we got into an embrace. I took the red belt, threw it off. I squeezed her flesh and she reacted very nicely.
She dug her fingernails in the back of my neck and began to bite me.
"My God, Jack," she said. "That feels good. Don't stop there. Make me feel what you're making me feel, excited, hot."
Her legs opened up wide, but I stayed on the side and kept squeezing it gently. Then I moved my fingers up to the silk panties.
I began to touch her cunt threw the panties. I felt the heat and the moisture falling down there, which is plenty damn exciting.
I kept kissing her all the time I was touching her cunt.
She dug it because she reached up into my lap and grabbed for my prick. She squeezed it very gently threw the pants. She didn't have the nerve yet to unzip me, but she was working at getting it up, there's no doubt about it.
I kissed her into a passionate embrace. I pushed her down on the coach and lay there next to her. I now put a hand up her dress again and squeezed her butt, threw those pink, silky panties that I knew she had on. Then I put my hand inside again and squeezed her cunt once more.
Now she unzipped my fly and reached in and grabbed for my pecker. My pecker was loose and was ready to swing pretty hard. One thing I'll say for my pecker, it was faithful. It did pretty much what I told it. This is one moment I'd been glad, because I knew in a few seconds I'd be fucking this chick, this soft bitch. She had such a beautiful body that I couldn't wait to see her exposed in the light.
I unzipped the back of the black knit dress. All the while I kissed her throat as I lowered the dress off her shoulders. I saw the cleavage of her small breasts, firm, medium-sized, but to me, small. I kissed them until I worked down to the pink nipples, then I took her bra off. There they were, proud and pink and standing tall. I kissed those beautiful breasts.
In a minute she moaned. She was so sensitive. What a newly found experience this was for her. She had discovered sex and the strange way was how she did discover sex, by being raped by the same guy who was now getting ready to tenderly make love to her.
I pushed the dress down over her hips and her half-slip went with it. She lay there with her panties and her stocking and garter belt, looking very sex.
I reached inside of her panties and squeezed her cunt. It was soft and juicy, just like I remembered it the night before, relatively unused.
Now I undid the garter belt. I moved the stockings down off her legs and as I did so I kissed her legs. I ran my tongue up and down the insides of her thighs.
Now she began to really moan. She reached down with her hands and pulled my hair.
As I grabbed for her cunt with my tongue, I kissed and licked at it. It was beautiful, soft and very tasty. Most tastier than the cunts of those Sisters. Yes, Pat had a sweet pussy and I licked at her thighs and bit her a few times on the stomach.
She just moaned and yelled for more. I told her she would have to do something for me.
"Anything, anything you say, Jack," she said.
Now my tongue was way up inside of her pussy. I licked the clitoris and moved it around very slowly.
Finally, she wrapped her legs around my hips, squeezed me tight into her box.
I shoved one of my fingers up her ass and worked on her. I kissed at her and sucked on her and finally she began to vibrate into an orgasm.
I knew she was experiencing the joys that I worked so hard at. About time, I thought to myself. Why the hell did it take her so long? Maybe she just wasn't aroused enough. It was strange.
At this point in time, I sucked all the juice from her cunt and as I did this she moaned and looked down at me.
"Work on me, Jack. I love it. I love to be worked on."
"Wrong, bitch," I said. "It's time for you to work on me."
"Anything, Jack, anything."
"okay."
I mounted her body and sat on her breasts. I put my prick on top of her face.
She reached up with her hands and squeezed my prick and she put it into her mouth and began to suck on it.
I almost blasted my prick off into her after the first three seconds that she took hold of it. However, I hung in there and it was worthwhile. This was a good blow job, as amateurish as it was. It had to be the greatest fuck job I had in my life and when the juices started pouring from my prick she acted as though she had to work even harder.
She sucked everything out of ray prick, as though she sapped the energy in my body. I looked down into her face as she ate my prick and thought my how she concentrates and when it was over, she wiped her mouth with her hand and kissed me.
"Jack, if we do much more of this, I'm going to fall in love with you."
"That will be a problem," I said. "You know how I feel about that, baby."
"No, I don't. You never told me. You probably told one of your other girlfriends, but not me."
"Well, the first thing I want to do before I tell you anything is screw that box of yours. I think it's gorgeous."
"I stop Jack. You're so romantic."
"Yea, baby, real romantic."
I slapped my big prick between her legs and slowly screwed my way in, unlike last night where I charged ahead. I was very gentle with her, easy. She really responded.
She started to lift her legs up cause she dug it.
"Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
"I'll fuck you like there's never going to be a tomorrow."
I began to bang away at her cunt. The more I worked at it the wilder she became. She was wild, pulling the back of my hair and beating on my back, but I sort of dug it. That made it more exciting. Her fingernails dug into my ass and she tore the skin in some places and just made red marks in others, but I kept right in there. Nothing would stop me from coming in her cunt and eventually the two of us mixed juices.
It was an exciting moment in time and we were both making a hell of a lot of noise about it.
"Marvelous, Jack. It felt the greatest. Can you do it again, and again, and again?"
"Don't be silly," I said. "A guy's gotta sleep sometime."
"I gotta ask, you know. I want you for my own. Stay here Jack."
"Well, baby," I said. "It's a little tricky. I gotta figure out a few things and then I'll dig being hemmed in."
"But your prick is so beautiful," she said.
When we finished I was threw with her.
"Would you do something for me, Jack?"
"I'll do anything you want, baby, anything."
"Let me have that prick of yours up my ass and be quick about it. I want to feel it there as quick as possible."
"Your ass?" I said.
"That's right," she said.
"Whatever you say doll. Bend over the end of that chair."
'That's not right, Jack. I want to use the couch."
"Use whatever you want, baby. I'm all juiced and lubricated for your pussy. I'll shove in your cunt a few times and then I'm going up for your ass-hole and I want you to know now that nothing's gonna stop me."
"I understand," she said. "I may scream, a little. Just don't pay it no mind."
"I don't plan to," I said. "I plan to do nothing but get in there and go to it."
"Good. Do it."
I bent her over the couch. Her ass was raised up high in the air. She was on her stomach. She was on the arm of the couch.
I shoved my prick back into her cunt. It wasn't hard just looking at her. I didn't have to work on it at all. I got it full of that good greasy stuff that was inside of her pussy, the juices.
Then I removed it and spread the cheeks of her ass and shoved my prick right up her ass-hole. Now that was tight, really tight. It felt great.
As I moved inside of her ass-hole she began to wince.
"Easy, Jack. The pain is unbelievable."
"The pain is good for you," I said. "Pain is the best thing that could happen to you, and don't forget it."
I backed away from her ass-hole and fingered her cunt from underneath. She was having an orgasm, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy having the life squeezed out of me by the back of her ass. The pressure was the greatest pressure I'd ever felt on any part of my body. I didn't think my prick could make it.
Finally, I filled her ass with come. She seemed to touch it.
She looked over at me from the couch and smiled. She turned her head back and laid down on the pillows as I kept screwing right up her ass until every drop that I had to offer of that load was buried deep up her ass-hole.
I stopped and withdrew and she pulled off.
She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. The two of us were completely naked.
"Take me into the bedroom," she said. "Please take me into the bedroom."
Then I picked her up off the floor. She was on her knees, and carried her into the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and looked at her. She was beautiful. She looked like something else.
I lifted her legs up high and put them on my shoulders. I grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back towards me. Then I reached under her ass, put my hand in there and sucked at her cunt.
For five minutes she screamed. I was killing her.
Then finally, almost thrilled to death, she lay back on the bed exhausted. I shoved my finger up her cunt and squeezed her tits with my hands and kissed her.
"See baby, anybody could get tired of each other."
"Oh, I'm not tired of you yet, but if you're tired of me cut out."
"No, it will be a little bit before that happens."
"Well, when it happens don't sweat it," she said. "Lots of guys want me."
"Yea, and I'm one of them," I said. "I have no future though, Pat."
"I like you and that's all that counts, Jack," she said.
She jumped up on my face with her pussy hair and shoved it into my mouth.
So, I ate her pussy. It was delicious. It was fresh pussy and I dug it.
We went threw the night and then I was tired of Pat.
CHAPTER FIVE
LOUISE
Three months after I was working in the factory, a girl came to work there. Her name was Louise Greene.
Louise was very different looking than Pat. Louise was dark-haired, very exotic.
I decided that I would make her my second victim. It would do something a little different with her, but I would rape her.
First I would become very friendly with her, just enough so that she trusted me and felt that I was a hell of a nice human being and that never would I dare to bother anybody, from the standpoint of hurting people, forget it.
That hopefully would be all my victim's opinions.
I think that's the way it was, I really do.
I conversed with her and had lunch with her a few times. Nothing, never pushed, never asked for any dates. I never wanted any dates. I knew that it would take some doing to get around this chick. She was no dumb chick, but she was a very exotic chick. She had green eyes and black hair, big bosomed. She was a bit heavy, but was shapely. She had a pretty ass, an ass that wagged as it walked. I remember starring at her from behind all the time, especially in her factory dresses where she probably took off the girdle she wore outside. Her ass just shook down the isle and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
By now Pat had caught on that she'd have to seek company elsewhere cause I had seen her just twice and never asked her out again. She smiled at me a lot and I smiled back at her because I liked her and she was sweet. That wasn't my thing, sweet chicks. My thing was action, wild action, action that meant trouble. That was my only interest, action that meant trouble, and I decided what the hell there's nothing like it.
So, I staked Louise out and decided the time and the place. At my convenience it would be on a rainy day, hopefully, a little bit of fog, a little bit of mystery. I liked the idea of being a mysterious character. It was stupid and childish but never the less it appealed to me. It made a hell of a lot of sense from the standpoint of number one, scaring the chicks. They'd be more scared if it was strange weather. On a normal sunny day they might scream for help, whereas on a foggy dark night they wouldn't even think about it. These sort of things I prayed for.
Louise got off at twelve thirty which made it very difficult for me to move in on her until the winter time, and the winter time had arrived. Therefore, my plan was ready to go into practice. Now, I had to wait for that rainy, foggy, misty day.
I waited almost a month and one day Louise came in in a beautiful tight, silk green dress. It was sort of out of season for the time of year, but it brought out every curve of her body. I caught everybody at the plant noticing her, how big she looked and she did. She looked good enough, beautiful in fact.
Today's the day. I left at twelve o'clock to go to school and I did just that. I stayed at school for three and a half hours. At three thirty I headed back toward the factory. I crossed the street and had a sandwich. I said goodbye to the guy behind the counter and took off. I walked around the block twice and waited by the corner.
When she came out it wasn't quite dark yet, but dark enough.
I was fortunate in this case. She came out alone. There was nobody with her. She walked with her trench coat collar turned up. Even threw the trench coat I could see that magnificent movement of her ass.
I trailed her by about a block. I had to be real careful. She got off at odd hours, she worked odd hours. She had a special deal. If anybody would know when she got out, this would be a clue. Still, I had my handkerchief that I wear over my face and in the dark she wouldn't see me, but I had to wait for it to get darker.
Louise lived a bit away from the place but I knew she used to walk home most of the time. The quickening of her high heels on the sidewalk had a strange echo, and the look of those wide hips, were enough to ... watching her made me a guy with a hard-on.
I followed her for around six or seven blocks and then it got pretty dark and misty, and I realized that another block from there was an alley. It wasn't a dead end alley, but a long alley, one that had three corners in it. It also had a place where there were garbage cans in the morning but at night they were taken in and that left just enough room to hide. There were no lights in that alley. I had checked this neighborhood out thoroughly knowing that I would operate in it as I did.
Now I closed the gap a little bit quietly, my sneakers, my handkerchief pulled up around my face, my coat turned up, just like hers which was turned up. She wore that trench coat well, but I could no longer see the twitching of her hips, there was not enough light. I could just sense her close in front of me. I could sense myself getting closer and closer to her. I don't think she realized anything at all. She didn't have the slightest idea at all what was going on, nor do I think that she cared. She was rather a calm girl, nothing nervous about her and therefore whatever I was about to do would not disturb her in any great degree. As long as I wasn't out to kill her, that was a thought that entered my mind. What if I should kill her? No, I'm not the killer type. That's not my thing, it's all sex. I don't want to kill anybody.
Now as I moved closer to her, her perfume carried back to me from the way she walked. She just kept giving off a great smell. I don't know what the name of it was but it was enough to drive a guy a little insane. It was enough to drive me insane anyhow.
We were about thirty feet from the alley. I walked around as though I was going to pass her. Then when we passed the alley, I shoved her inside. I grabbed her arm in a hammerlock
Then I grabbed her arm in a hammerlock and put my hand upon her throat behind her.
"Don't scream, lady. I'm not going to hurt you, but don't scream. I just want to talk to you."
She couldn't really scream because my hand was buried in her throat, she must have been choking to death. She was panicked, she was stiff. She may have been in some sort of slight shock.
"Believe me, please. I'm not going to hurt you lady. I have no desire to do anything bad to you. Just relax and nothing will happen."
Another few seconds and I'll be in that cove, well hidden and that's where I'll have no problem.
Finally we reached it and I pushed her in there against the wall.
"okay, lady. I want you to do something for me. When you do it, I'll let you go. You see, I'm not a man who harms people, I'm just a guy that needs action. I have a heard time getting it. I'm not ugly, but it's ruff, you know what I mean?"
"I don't know what you mean," she said. "But touch me and I'll yell blue murder."
"Well, anything that you want, doll," I said. "But, I'm going to touch you and furthermore if you force me not to, I'll kill you."
"Now wait a minute," she said. "You told me you weren't going to hurt me."
"Yes, I did say that. I also asked you to cooperate and relax. Now you're starting to say you're going to scream. I don't like the idea of you screaming. I may have to really kill you. Now if you don't bother me and relax yourself then I won't have to."
"Anything you want," she said.
"I want you to get down on your knees," I said.
"But it's wet here," she said. "It's raining."
The crazy things people say on the strain of physical moments.
"Down on you knees or die."
"I'm going to scream. I've had enough of this."
I reached out with the back of my hand and slapped her across the jaw. I could see he head was spinning. Before she got a chance to recover from it I pulled my hand across her the other way. The sound resounded threw the alley.
"I said on you knees, cunt."
She dropped to her knees. That precious body was down on her knees.
I unzipped my fly and took out my hard-on. It was ten inches if it was a quarter.
I opened her mouth and shoved it in there. The tip of my pecker hit her throat hard.
She almost choked at first. She had to gag a little hit.
I took her by the hair and I moved her mouth on the back of my prick.
After awhile she caught on. Once she tried to take her mouth off and I gave her a slap in the back of the head. Then she kept on moving up and back.
I twisted her hair until she sucked real good. I gave her instructions.
"Now you suck and blow, baby, and you do it for all you're worth, cause if I'm not satisfied real quick, you're gonna die right in this alley."
She sucked and worked on my prick. She licked my balls, but mainly she sucked my prick.
I had her by the back of her hair. I was squeezing her hair every which way I wanted her to move. This was better than a piece of ass, I thought to myself. Imagine this pretty chick sucking my prick. Fear was in her eyes but I couldn't see, it was too dark. All I know was that I had her eating my cock. That was all I was interested in, having her eat my cock. Finally I blasted right down her throat. I kept going. Finally after twelve to thirteen ejaculation moves I was exhausted.
I stepped back.
I looked down at her and said, "You know something, you're a cunt, a filthy cunt, but you give a good blow job. I won't forget it. I promised you I would leave you and I meant it. I gotta make sure you don't follow me. So, take off all your clothes."
"I can't. It's raining out there and I'll get sick."
"No you won't," I said. "Just take them off. I'm going to the corner for a moment and then I'm going to leave. Then you can put your clothes back on."
"What's the purpose of that?" she said.
"Look, lady, don't ask me any damn questions, just do what I say."
She quickly undressed.
I put my hands all over that soft body. I wanted to feel what Louise was like and I did. She was soft and pleasant. Then I turned her around and gave her a good, hardy smack on the ass and ran.
"You bastard," she said.
I heard it down the alley and I laughed at the thought of her trying to find her girdle. She'd be in there for a half hour. She was too dumb to come running out yelling rape.
I ran up the street for about three blocks and then I slowed down and walked. I figured my timing wasn't bad, so I headed for a movie. I stayed in the movie and finally I went home. It's too bad, the timing was pretty good.
CHAPTER SIX
MAKE IT GREENE
I was in the Beanery across the street from the factory. I had knocked off work. The joint was empty. I was sitting there eating a hamburger.
Life was getting better all the time. I was getting closer to the time when I could leave this town. I planned to go to the westcoast. Wouldn't that be groovy, I thought, get away from all this authority, this crap. I had more opportunity to do my thing, which was to find new chicks. I dug new chicks that were decent, that I could rape.
Louise Greene had made no attempt that I could tell to call the police or tell anybody about what had happened. She was either too embarrassed or she dug the scene. I don't know which she was. I couldn't tell at this point.
I sat there eating my burger.
In she walked. This time she was dressed in a groovy slack outfit.
"Hi, Jack. How are you."
"Fine, Louise. How's it going?"
"Not bad. Would you like me to sit with you?"
"I'd like you to do anything you want with me. You look so beautiful today," I said.
She smiled. She had such white teeth.
"Jack, I'm frightened."
"Sit," I said.
She did what I told her.
"What are you frightened of?" I said.
"Well, something happened to me a week ago and I don't know what to do about it."
"What happened to you?"
"Well, I was assaulted walking home."
"Assaulted!" I said. "My God, that's terrible. Who did it?"
"I don't know," she said. "A guy about normal size, I guess. He didn't say too much. He whispered when he spoke. I couldn't recognize the voice at all. He did some terrible things to me."
"Oh Christ, what's going to happen if you have a baby from that guy," I said.
"No, he didn't do anything like that to me," she said. "It was horrible though."
"It was? Well, why don't you call the police," I said.
"No, they'll never catch him, plus the fact that it's embarrassing. You know the cops will probably take me in the back room and try the same thing as he did."
"Yea, you're probably right," I said, laughing.
"He just followed me and came up behind me and pushed me into an alley and did some things."
"That's horrible," I said. "I wonder how some bastards make it in this world. It's really bad, it isn't safe on the streets anymore."
"It's alright, Jack. You're so understanding about it. Most guys would say, 'You pig,' or something jerky like that. They'd be mad because I didn't go to the police."
"Well if I was your husband I could understand being mad, but I'm mad at the guy, not you babe. He did you an injustice, something very bad to you, it's terrible."
"I know," she said. "I'm an emotional wreck."
"You know what I'm gonna do."
"What's that?" she asked. "I'm going to walk you home."
"Would you Jack?"
"I'll see that nobody touches you."
"I like you for that, but what am I going to do tomorrow and the next day?"
"What have you done in the last week?" I said.
"I walked the hell out of my way to stay with these people."
"Well, I'll walk you home today and tomorrow. I'll walk you home until you tell me to stop. okay?"
"Would you Jack?" she said.
"Of course. From now on I'll take you home."
"Oh, Jack, you're so nice." 'Thanks," I said.
I paid my bill and we walked out. I put her arm threw mine and held her hand and we walked. It was sort of nice. Now I had the beautiful Louise Greene on my side. I was clinging her against me. How absolutely interesting this whole thing was, funny and interesting and silly, but never the less true. I was protecting Louise Greene against the big bad man, myself.
All the way we laughed and enjoyed ourselves. We started to talk about different things. The more time we spent talking, the closer we came to each other. Finally, when we reached the building she lived in I put my arms around her waist and she leaned her head against mine.
"Well, Jack, you don't know how much I appreciate this."
"Oh, I do," I said. "I understand the situation."
"I really appreciate this."
"I'll wait for you tomorrow and I'll walk you home again."
"Jack, why don't you come up for awhile. Do you have anything to do?"
"No, not really, except eat supper a little later."
"You just ate didn't you."
"Yea, but I always eat all the time."
"If you come up you can stay for supper and we can get to know each other better."
"okay, Louise."
I didn't ask her if she lived with anybody, I assumed she lived alone, and I was right.
We went up to her apartment. It wasn't very imagine, but it was nice. It was sort of cozy. She had a little fireplace.
'Then would you like to light a fire?" she said.
"Yes, I'd like to light a fire," I said. "Inside of you."
She smiled at me now and said, "Look, Jack, just like a devil."
"Yea. Where's the wood?" I said.
"Over there in the corner out in the terrace, if you want it."
"okay," I said.
I got a big fire going.
She went in the kitchen and made some drinks. She didn't ask me any questions.
She just came back with them and said, "Want a drink, Jack?"
"By all means," I said.
The two of us had a few. We sat there. She was in her black slacks with the pink sweater and those big, huge tits, those tits I had squeezed the night before a little bit, very little. I remembered when she blew me, I should let her do it again, I thought to myself. I wanted all this action. I'm going to get this action because she will be willing to give it to me, and it's going to be fun, but it's not going to be as good as last night. Nothing's going to be as good as last night. Last night was sensational. It was exciting. It was Louise, one of the most exciting mouths I have ever seen.
I put my arm around her neck and pressed my lips against hers as we sat on the couch. It was a soft kind of kiss.
She seemed to dig it. She put her hands all over my chest and then up around my back. It was long before we were in a passionate embrace. We really started working on each other, kissing, our lips pressing together, our tongues meeting in a fiery rendezvous. My hands were roaming all over those magnificent full great breasts, under the sweater, up into the bra, the nipples. The softness of those nipples was amazing.
I turned her bra loose from underneath and then I pushed her sweater up and I bent my face over and began kissing her tits. I sucked on them. I loved them. She was soft, those green eyes and the black hair was driving me crazy.
She kissed my face and the back of my neck.
Then she said, "Jack, do me a favor."
"What is it?" I said.
"Eat my cunt. Eat my cunt, Jack. I need it so bad."
"okay, darling, just lay there and I'll take care of your pussy."
I took off her slacks and as I did this I licked her stomach and under her tits. My tongue ran all over her body. I went on top of her and we kissed again and as we did I shoved the slacks down over her ass. I took her pink panties off at the same time. I pulled the shoes off, the whole outfit off.
Now I stretched out on the couch with her and there was her pussy and her big wide eyes.
I began to kiss her thighs. My tongue ran all the way up and down the inside of her leg. Every time I got near her pussy the whole body quivered. I sucked at her ass-hole a little bit and she bounced around on the couch.
Then I noticed that she was unbuckling my belt down there. She was giving me exactly what she was giving me last night, a blow job. If she only knew.
Now my prick was out and her mouth was around it. Eventually she pushed off all of my clothes except my shirt.
This was different from the other night.
The two of us were laying there in a sixty nine position, me on top, sucking down into that beautiful crotch of hers. I buried my face in that hot, moist cunt and she ate my prick as best she could, which was pretty damn good. We ate at each other for about fifteen minutes and finally I knew it was coming. My body was tensing up and so was hers. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass. It was a little overly plump but it was good. I bit it, and I shoved my huge red tongue up and then I kissed her cunt again and sucked at it. The two of us blasted together. We rocked up and back with out bodies pulling at each other.
I sucked her pussy for five minutes after that, just trying to keep her excited. My prick had filled her mouth and it overflowed. It ran down her cheeks. Thrills were working up so much that it was almost impossible for me to control myself, so I just did what I wanted and had a tremendous orgasm.
Now I rolled off of her and kissed her stomach again. Then, I kissed one of her boobs and then her mouth. We held each other locked in an embrace.
"Jack, I love what you just did to me. I could spend the rest of my life with you in my cunt. I really enjoyed it."
"Show me how much you enjoyed it. I want to fuck you. I want to really fuck you good."
"Anything you want from me, Jack, anything. You could beat me if you want to."
"I may beat you, but first I'm going to fuck you. I want you to get up on all fours."
She got down on the couch and got down on her hands and knees and as she lowered her head down on her hands her ass was sticking up in the air.
I got behind her and I gave it to her. I placed my prick between her legs and shoved it right up into her cunt. It was still hot and moist from the last orgasm. So was my prick.
I began to grind away at her ass as I fucked her cunt, it was beautiful. Each shove took me closer to home. Her pussy was so hot that my shaft was burning. My burning rod jabbed in there and went to it very slowly. I pulled the ten inches out inch by inch and she moaned all the way.
Then I returned it back in there real quick.
She let out a gasp, almost a yell.
I kept this process up for a long time. I withdrew my cock real slow. As I did this I rubbed her breasts from underneath which were hanging beautifully and then I would jab my prick in quickly. She would let out a yell again and again.
I did this for so long, I thought my prick was going to fall off and stay right inside of that cunt.
Finally, it came, the orgasm we both waited for.
Now she bounced right up off that couch and the two of us were making it together. I was banging so hard and furiously in her pussy that it was impossible for me to control myself. I just rammed and banged and slashed at her. Finally when we were threw I fell on to the couch, literally on to the floor.
She jumped on top of me. She shoved her pussy into my face and forced me to eat it. She held my head by the hair and jammed that hot cunt right down to my face. I couldn't resist.
Then she turned over and around the other way. So now she had her back on top of my face. Her ass-hole was right over my nose and her cunt was right in my mouth. As she faced me backwards like that, she was starring right down at my prick which she took in her hands. She was so skilled. She began to work on my prick. I didn't know the girl knew as much as she did.
She rubbed my prick in every which way with her hands and finally she leaned down over it and took her two huge breasts and placed them on the sides of my prick. She rubbed her tits together with my prick in between and I went crazy. The softness and the warmth of her flesh was more than I could ever stand. I was going to loose my mind, I thought to myself. The more she squeezed my prick between those tits the more I decided that that was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me in my life. Of course she did have enormous tits. They were like three handfuls.
In the meantime I was eating her ass-hole and her cunt.
One of her hands was on my balls and she squeezed at them. Then she started to goose me. Her finger started into my ass-hole. She was really shoving her finger up there, it was too much. Now she kept jerking me off in that same fashion between her tits, I believe they call it a French Lay. It was the first time I ever really experienced something like this. Boy, was she doing a job on me and of course the more she did that, the more excited I became and the more I sucked at her box was like a vicious cycle, the more each one of us fucked the other one, the more the other one got excited. It would be a long time until we came because we already had three orgasms. Now it was going to be ridiculous to have a fourth, so quickly after the third, too. But that cunt was tasting better to me all the time.
I spread the cheeks of her ass-hole so she sat right down and shoved my tongue right up there. Once I was up there, she went crazy. Her tits were pressed around my prick so tight that I couldn't even budge if I wanted to.
Finally, I felt it. We were approaching the crisis once more. I tried to call her name but it was useless, my mouth was full of hair, cunt and ass.
Then I squeezed the cheeks of her ass as I ate it. I thought to myself, she's clean, beautiful, sweet and tender and I love doing this.
She sucked and she jerked and fucked. Her tits surrounded me as I came all over her chest and nipples. Then she rubbed my prick over her face and licked at it with her mouth as it was still blasting juice all over the place. She did this to me and suddenly my mouth was all full of juices. I sucked and swallowed and made sure none of it got wasted. It all went right where it belonged into my mouth. What a thrill.
I got up and slapped her ass.
"Oh, Jack, that feels good. Do that some more," she said.
So, I sat on her back I slapped her on the ass and it turned red. Then I sat on the couch and pulled her across my knees. She had such big, heavy breasts and such a big body that I had a difficult time. She didn't try to fight me until I got her on my knee, and then she tried to move off so I held her in the small of her back while I smacked the cheeks of her ass and brought red faced life into them. The more I pounded on her ass the better she seemed to squirm. She also moaned and groaned while I was doing it. It was getting her all excited, I could see it. She was getting hot and bothered. My big hands kept wrapping at her ass for a good five minutes.
Then, finally crying she slipped from my lap on to the floor.
"Oh, Jack, don't hurt me anymore, please."
I bent over her and smacked one of her beautiful, big breasts and then the other. The pink finger marks were there and she looked at them.
"Please, not again, Jack."
I slapped her across the tits three or four more times. Then I slapped her in the face and I turned her over on her stomach and I threw all the pillows from the couch under her stomach.
I spread the cheeks of her ass and I jumped on her. I shoved my prick right up her ass, all the way into her rectum. I banged away at it. There was no lubricant working for me except what was left of the come from the last session I had a few moments ago.
I jabbed it in. I let it come out and jabbed it in again.
Now her ass was hurting.
"It feels good, but you're hurting me. Take it easy, please, Jack."
I kept banging away at it. I wasn't about to stop. It was almost like rape, but not quite because she really wanted what I was doing, that was the difference. I banged and banged into her ass.
She was wincing a little bit from the pain. Of course her ass hurt from the slaying.
I reached under and I pinched the nipples of her tits and I knew they were going to turn purple from the pressure I was putting on them. I also knew she would dig it, and she did. I reached under her cunt and fooled around with her clitoris just enough to get both of us to blow our orgasm again.
Now I filled her ass up so well with come that it was dripping down the cheeks of her thighs. When I dismounted her, she bent down and kissed my prick.
Then she kissed the nipples of my tits and began to squeeze my ass. She kissed me on the mouth.
She pulled me up and said, "Come inside and sleep with me, Jack. Stay here all night."
"I can't, Louise," I said. "I got too much work to do at home."
She stood up naked and walked around the apartment.
"Well then do one thing for me, Jack," she said.
"What's that?"
'Take a shower with me."
'That's fair," I said.
I went in the bathroom and turned the water on. We climbed into the shower together. We took pieces of soap and began to wash each other's body. This was exciting. I never had done this before. As the soap rolled over her tits I couldn't help but be excited once more. My prick was standing stiff and finally I turned around and bent her over at a forty five degree angle, just about, and I slipped my prick right up into her cunt from behind. I began squeezing her tits all the way in the shower and finally I felt her cunt spurting from my prick one more time. It took no time before I left it on the hot wall of the atmosphere, the whole thing. I just banged up into that cunt from behind and gave her the fucking of her life.
My come dripped down the drain. I could see it going down her legs. I could see her smiling as I squeezed her tits and she played with my prick once again.
We washed each other thoroughly and got out of the shower and dried each other.
I kissed her long and deep and told her I'd be back, and I was a few times after that, but not too often.
I just wanted everything to happen and then she wasn't very interesting to me anymore.
I left her pad that night and went outside and started to walk around. I figured what the hell, I'll go home. There's nothing happening.
As I walked down the street there was a tall woman on the corner I saw. She looked like a hooker, but I didn't pay much attention to her.
I kept walking. As I walked about fifteen, there was a dark alley on my left and I thought, should I pull another one in? I probably couldn't get a hard-on if I wanted to.
Then the chick came up next to me and said, "Going anywhere, honey?"
"Yea," I said. "Into this alley."
"Good," she said. "Would you mind if I came along."
"Fine," I said.
We walked down the alley and I was trying to think of what I could do because sex-wise I had just about had it. This Louise Greene damn near killed me.
As we got to the dark end of the alley I turned to the chick. She was as tall as I was.
"What are you looking for, baby?" I said.
"Just a couple of bucks for my pussy," she said.
"What makes you think that your pussy is worth a couple of bucks?" I asked.
"Well, when you try it you'll find out."
I grabbed her by her coat and slapped her across the face twice.
"You're a pig."
"Heh, Mister, what is this."
"I'll show you what a pig you are," I said.
I pulled her coat open. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down right there in the street.
She stood there terrified, but she was willing to put out. All she wanted was a couple of bucks, as she said.
I ripped the panties from her body and tore her stockings and garter belt off.
I grabbed a hold of her cunt and said, "See this, baby. This is nothing but filthy crap. No decent, respectable human being would be inside of this thing, dig?"
"Please Mister, let me go," she said. "I'm not doing anything. I just want to make a couple of bucks."
"No decent human being would touch this cunt," I said as I grabbed it real ruff and shoved my finger up it.
She gasped as my finger went up.
I slapped her across the face and squeezed one of her tits. I grabbed her by the cunt one more time.
"Do you dig what I'm saying? You're a pig. Your cunt is for pigs."
All of a sudden I had a hard-on again just because I was being ruff with this chick.
I took my prick out and said, "See my prick. Well, maybe you can't see in the dark, but my prick is nothing but for pigs. That's why
I'm going to screw you right where you stand, baby."
"Go ahead," she said. "I don't mind."
"You hooker you," I said.
I shoved my prick right up into her cunt. The two of us stood there fucking away like animals. She was excited. The ruff treatment I had given her excited her. She was fucking me as good as any woman had ever done.
We screwed away for about five minutes. I thought I would die because I knew when I came it was going to hurt. I had just come too many times. It just had to figure that if you worked it to hard, your prick would hurt and mine did. Finally, though, I did a meager imitation of an orgasm and so did she.
When I got threw I lifted my fly and she looked at me and her panties on the floor.
"Please Mister, give me five dollars."
"Baby, you should give me five dollars for fucking you."
"Wait a minute," she said. "This is not fair."
I slapped her across the face again and I grabbed a hold of the cheeks of her ass.
I shoved her down the street and said, "You pig. You dare to tell me it isn't fair. I let you have my prick. You just had the biggest orgasm of your life, you cunt."
"I was excited," she said.
"You better believe you were," I said. "It takes a hell of a man to go inside of a cunt like you and I'm going to tell you something else, baby I'm not giving you fifty cents. I hope you meet another guy like me tonight, too. So, you'll get two thrills for one night."
I turned around and walked down the alley. It was dark down that alley. When I got to the end I thought, Jesus Christ, I carried that too far.
I walked back to her and helped her up. "You're not as ruff as you thought," she said.
"No, I'm just a soft hearted sweetheart. Here baby, here's five bucks."
I handed her a five. When I walked down the street I thought to myself. I couldn't wait to blow this town. Man, I'm never coming back. This town is for the birds. It stinks. I want to get out of this town. I'll escape from this town if it kills me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NEW TOWN
I finally did it. It was an important time in my life. I finally got out of this town.
I was cutting out to a big town, out to the coast. I was going to L.A. I was going to Seattle, Detroit, someday Chicago and then New York, baby. I was going to live and get away from all this garbage, the crummy factory, the whole scene. Of course the school would try and keep tabs on me but I told them to shove it. The way I told them that was by leaving. I had enough to get along a little bit. I didn't need their crap anymore, I thought to myself. I was going to have a big time, man, going to leave.
I took the first train out of that stinking town. I went west. I new when I got into San Francisco things would be groovy, man. There was a lot of groovy people out in Frisco. I had met lots of people. They were all my kind of people, no formality, no bullshit. They were all straight good guys and I dug them. I was up in the scene.
When I was out there one guy was corresponding with me. His name was Jim Sylvester. Jim had been in a joint like Boro. He knew the scene. He had stopped by one day in the factory when I worked there. He talked to a lot of people and saw me pissed off in the corner. He had given me a whole speech. He said if I came to San Francisco he'd show me the scene. I wrote him about once every two months. He sent letters back, too. I had a friend.
I headed for the bar while in the train. I wasn't much of a drinker but I figured I'd learn. Yes, me Jack Itanium, raper. I raped a lot of chicks in my time, so far, baby. This was only the beginning. I was being turned loose on the world, out there where it all counted. I could do anything I wanted. At least, that's the way I felt. I was going to try to carry it out and I meant it. I sounded like a man who was intense about what he's about to do.
The chicks were all around me and they talked to me.
"Hi, man. How's it going?"
"Crazy," I said.
I answered everybody, talked to everybody, smiled at everybody. I knew I'd be traveling for a bit. I didn't plan to do anything exciting, just make scenes.
There was no action on the train, a lot of noise, but no action. The chicks had short skirts and big mouths, no real cunt to offer. Well, at least not to me.
I was poverty stricken. My clothes were institutional looking. I was nowhere, man and I wasn't going to spend any of that bread I had saved either. I was cool about that, baby. I had bought a thousand dollars worth of travelers checks. That's a lot of bean when you're starting out fresh in a town like San Francisco. The reason I say that is that you should see the boys I met with no bread, no bananas, no nothing man. They were looking for a fix. They didn't no where it's at. They can't even save five bucks. Me, man, I got anything I wanted for nothing and I had plenty of bread. I didn't need no dates or cars. I just went out in the street and picked me a chick and did my thing. What a formula I had. I've never been squealed on yet and even if I have, they haven't caught me. I had to say that I had some technique too. It was something for me to know that my victim's could guess who it was, but I doubt if they would ever guess it was me.
Finally I got to San Francisco. I had my little binges on the train, but I got over them real swift like. I located myself and found a room. It wasn't bad, hotel type set up. No boarding house for me no more. I wanted to bring my chicks up so we'd have a place to do it. I made my mind up to that. I needed a job but I didn't want anything imagine, no titles. No kind of big bread, just plain living, no cops watching me, nobody paying any real particular attention to me.
What kind of job was good to meet chicks. A cab driver, I thought to myself. I had a license and could drive pretty good. I just had to pass a couple of tests, get the picture taken and away I went. I'd be a cabby. In a grand total of two days I had my license, no sweat. I could drive my cab around and make as much bread as I wanted. As many hours as I wanted to work they let me. The first day I made sixty five dollars. I couldn't believe it. I had plenty of bread. I decided that I was going to work a bit and get myself a car. That would make it groovy. Then I could get away from scenes. I liked the whole idea, I thought.
I waited about a week and a half. In a week and a half I made around four hundred bucks. It was unbelievable, but I worked hard. I drove like a maniac and a lot of hours. I put in those hours, man. That was the answer, put in those hours and that's what I did.
Now, one night I had found a lark. I had taken her home after a movie. She was friendly and talkative. She said some things like her name.
Her name was Sheila Gray.
"You're funny," she said. "Mr. Cabdriver. I sort of like you. I'm sorry we have to park now."
"So am I," I said as I dropped her off. "You're a groovy chick. You're the type of chick that I would have like to have known another time."
"Well, if you like you can call me some time. You see where I live. I'm in the phonebook."
"No, I don't think so, Sheila. I'm not the right kind of guy for a chick like you."
"What's a chick like me?" she asked.
"Oh, plan nice type of chick. She takes in a movie by herself once in awhile and reads the papers. She went to school like a good kid and dug her parents, you know, the whole scene."
"You got it down pretty good," she said. "You sound like a real down hearted cat. Why don't you call me sometime and we'll have a drink together."
"I like to think I would, but I don't have the nerve. Besides, I don't think we have anything to talk about."
"Do we have to talk?" she said.
"We don't have to talk," I said. "But what's the point of us being together if we don't communicate."
"You are different," she said. "I sort of dig your difference. like I said, if you want to call me you know where I'm at. You have the name and the number. If not, I'll just consider it an opportunity missed. What else could I do?"
"Not a hell of a lot," I admitted. "However, I'm glad that you reacted to me positively."
'That I did," she said and she walked up the steps. She closed the outside door of her pad and she was gone.
I drove around the streets and I said to myself, what the hell am I going to do about that? That chick got me all worked up. I was sitting in the front of the cab and I kept thinking about this chick and the way she acted. I had a big hard-on. It was a ruff one. In an hour I knocked off and I went home.
I sat there starring at the wall. I decided something. Well, I got to move in on this chick. I can't let that blonde hair and those big, brown eyes and those groovy tits escape from me. I want this chick to do whatever I tell her. How could I get away with it because she knows me. She's seen me. She's been in my cab. This is my whole bag, I thought to myself. I've got to do something about it. I had an idea.
I began to wipe my face up a little bit. I gave myself a mustache. I combed my hair a different way. I put on sunglasses. I lengthened my sideburns with pencil. I looked different. I looked crazy. I doubt it that she'd recognize me. I changed my whole outfit. I went downstairs and got in my car. I drove down and parked my car a block away from her house. I got out of the car and started walking toward her house.
Why the hell am I doing this, I thought to myself. What the hell's wrong with me. Why do I have this fantastic urge to sock it to this chick. There's lots of chicks, why this one. She was sweet. She was nice. I'll scare her half to death. Why the hell should I do it? There's got to be a reason why I do these things, and I don't know what it is. I wasn't really sweating these psychological things that much, I was only sweating for the beauty of this girls body, the glow in her eyes that I had seen in the cab, the attractive way that she walked when she left the cab and went upstairs. She was a pretty cool chick. She might enjoy being attacked. She was a chick who might not talk while she was being attached. She might dig what was happening while I raped her, and that was damn okay. However, one never knew until one tried. There was no sure thing in this business. This chick is gonna love me, that's not--likely.
Now I walked up the steps to her apartment house. I looked around to see if there was anyone who might notice me going in. There wasn't. I was hoping that she was home.
I trotted up the steps. I pulled my coat collar up and looked at the mailboxes. Three E S. Gray, I saw it. This is going to be real fun, I thought to myself. This is my first scene in this town and I'm going to dig it. It's going to be a ball. The question is, is she going to dig it and have a ball. I hope so, I thought. I wanted her to dig what I was doing. An yet, it didn't matter because I was going to go right ahead and do it anyhow.
My prick was almost standing at attention as I climbed the stairs to the third floor.
As I walked down the hall I saw the apartment. It was at the end of the hall, that was a good sign. It was probably a corner apartment and quiet. There was less neighbors to worry about.
I rang the bell and waited. There was some stirring inside of the apartment, but not too much. I waited a few more minutes and rang the bell again.
Then a voice came out of the door.
A female type said, "Who's there?"
'The super, miss."
"I didn't call the super."
"I know, but we're having a little trouble with the radiators and I want to check the steam, see."
"Well, one moment," she said.
Finally the door opened. There she stood in her black silk robe with her hair done up. She looked very pretty and alive. She looked at my face as though it were rather odd and it was, with all that stuff I had on.
She said, "I don't recognize you."
"Well, I'm new here, miss. This is my first day on the job."
"Oh, what seems to be the problem?"
"Those people across the hall aren't getting enough heat and there's people on the bottom floor that called up to complain. The super told me to check all the apartments to see that the radiators are working and are not blocking off the heat from going up."
"okay," she said. "Come on in and I'll show you where they are."
"Good, thanks."
I closed the door and locked it behind me.
I walked in back of the motion of that black silky gown. My inclination was to grab her then and throw her on the rug, but I decided not to. I was going to wait to there was an opportune position to get her as comfortable as possible.
The house was small but nice. I looked at the radiator. I opened up the little entrance to where you adjusted the steamheat and put my hand in there an knowingly messed around. I couldn't imagine why she wasn't nervous since my face looked like it had been made up for the stage. I guess she wasn't paying a whole lot of attention.
I checked in there as though I knew what I was doing.
"No problem here, Miss Gray. How about in the other rooms?"
"Fine. There's a bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom."
"I'll take the kitchen first. That's on the side where we're having most of the trouble."
So we went into the kitchen. Again she proceeded me. Again I smelled all the perfume that came from her body. Again the warmth of the apartment and the sweetness of her complexion was turning me on. Once more I felt that I had to attack. I knew I would. It was just a question of time.
I bent down in the kitchen and checked that one again.
I nodded and said, "Well, that one's alright. I'll just take the others."
"Would you care for a beer?" she said.
"okay, did you try the bathroom?" I said.
"No."
"Fine, let's go."
I made my voice rather raspy and I was quite sure that she did not connect me with that cab driver that dropped her off at the apartment.
Now I followed her into the bathroom and checked that one, same reaction.
"Must be the one in the bedroom that's causing the trouble, I hope. Otherwise I'm losing time on this floor. Well, let me try that one."
"okay," she said.
We went into the bedroom. The bed was rather large and the covers were pulled back as though she were in there doing something. Then I saw the television was on in there and that was good because the sound coming from it might muffle any screams that she might decide to let out.
I bent down and checked the radiator and said, "Ah ha, this one is not quite as warm as it should. The trouble must be on this line. Here, just bend down and try that. You'll see what I'm talking about."
"okay," she said.
She bent over and put her hand down there. As she did her robe crept up on the back of her thighs and her naked legs were before me.
I grabbed her around the waist, pushed her ass up against me and put my hand over her mouth. I threw her down on the bed.
She began to struggle immediately, but I kept my hand over her mouth.
Then I whispered in her ear as she lay there on the bed with her eyes wide open starring at me, "Listen, baby, I'm not going to hurt you, that's a promise. However, you'll have to cooperate with me. If you don't, I'll sure as hell kill you and I'll tell you now, I'm a blackbelt karate expert. One shot from my wrist and you're dead. Now do you understand what I'm saying, dead, and I won't hesitate to do it if you make a sound. Is that clear?"
She nodded her head up and down. She was frightened.
"I'm not going to do anything to you that a normal lover wouldn't. When I'm gone you can forget about me. I never come back twice, but I expect your cooperation. Is that clear?"
She nodded her head again.
"Now remember, you'll do exactly what I say and you'll do it when I say it. Any struggling on your part I will consider as an act of resistance and I'll have to kill you."
She nodded her head again and I released her mouth. She was quiet.
I laid down on the bed next to her and kissed her. I felt the warm, silk of her body. Those tits were so flexible and beautiful. They were pink. I brushed the robe back over one of them and squeezed it. They were huge and when she lay on her back like that it was not only wide, but long. I bent down and kissed it and sucked it.
She moaned and said, "Please, please don't do it. I'm so afraid of being raped. Don't do it."
"Don't think of it as being raped, my dear. Think of it as an escapade."
"Please, don't hurt me."
Now I kissed her mouth and bit her lip. At the same time I shrugged my coat off to the floor. I decided that a rapist had to be comfortable.
I squeezed her body and pressed her hard. Then I saw the back of her body fully exposed. I kissed and squeezed it. I rubbed her white skin belly and then I put my hand between her legs. I fingered her pussy for a few minutes and got her hot. I played with her clitoris and she began to jump around a little bit. She was quiet.
Then I whispered in her ear, "See, it's not so bad, darling. It's just that you don't know me well, but well enjoy each other, won't we?"
She nodded her head up and down because she was scared.
I kissed her moist lips again and her tongue flicked into my mouth. She was going to cooperate beautifully.
I put my hands underneath her ass and squeezed those half cheeks. They were soft.
Now I slipped my prick out of my fly. I jumped up on top of her shoulders and shoved my prick in her mouth. It did not phase She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around my prick and began to suck on it. She knew of course, immediately, what I wanted.
Then I put my hand in the back of her neck and I shoved my prick all the way down her throat. I gave her several violent shoves and all of a sudden, my prick was coming. It took almost no time flat to get me to shoot off that first load. Maybe, because I was doing what I like best and I was excited from the idea of it as well as from the act itself.
My come went down her throat and she swallowed it.
Now after a few moments she realized that she was helpless. There was nothing she could do. She was crying, the tears fell from her eyes. Yet I knew my prick excited her.
I didn't stop playing with her cunt. I didn't want to neglect her.
I slipped my prick down into her cunt.
She spread her legs wide and lifted her knees up. She was truely cooperating in every sense of the word. Occasionally she tried to struggle a little bit. She tried to move her hands, but I held her tight.
Now as I drove my ten inch cock deep into her pussy, she began to moan a little bit.
"Not so bad, is it, Miss Gray? Not so bad."
She kissed me back and bit my lips.
I squeezed her breasts and buried my prick deep into that hot pussy. The more I did this, the crazier she got, the wilder she got and the more violent she got in her movements, which was great.
Finally I felt her body fluttering. So she was going to have and orgasm, I thought. Isn't that marvelous. Isn't it marvelous that I could rape somebody and drive them to an orgasm. It was so exciting I could hardly believe it myself.
I kept fucking away at her. I knew I wouldn't stop. Nothing could stop me. I was giving her a good screwing and that's all there was to it. She deserved it because she was so beautiful. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her neck and finally the two of us wrapped it out. My cream filled her cunt and overflowed on to her thighs. When it did I bit her nipples hard.
She winced but she held me and I pressed my face deep into her tits.
When I was threw with that I stood up and looked at her and I said, "Don't move. You're beautiful. You're a beautiful girl, Miss Gray. I hope you got a boyfriend or somebody that appreciates it."
"Not really," she whispered.
"Well, if you'd like some time, I'll come back."
"No, please," she said. "You frighten me. You really frighten me."
"I don't see why," I said. "Anyway, turn over on your stomach."
"Oh, no, please. Isn't that enough? Haven't I done enough for you?"
'Turn over on your stomach, or do I have to kill you?"
Reluctantly she rolled over on her stomach.
I put my hand underneath her, lifted her and shoved a pillow under her stomach. Now her ass was at the right height. I spread her legs wide from the inner parts of her thighs and squeezed her ass. I put my finger into her cunt.
She was afraid of what I was going to do. Then again, I wasn't going to do anything too bad.
I got up between her legs, shoved my prick up into her cunt. I kept it there for a few minutes moving it very gently, slowly up her back. I squeezed her tits from underneath her body and she smiled. She laid there and enjoyed this.
Then, all of a sudden, without warning I withdrew my prick from her cunt and shoved it up her ass. I had spread the cheeks of her ass so wide that when I shoved my cock in there she let out a small scream.
"Easy, baby, I don't want to have to kill you."
"It hurts," she said. "It hurts. Take it easy in there."
Into that tight bumhole I crept. Inch by inch I had jammed in a good six inches the first thrust and the last four the second thrust. I was all the way up into her rectum. I banged away at it. I must have been in there fifteen minutes. It was the most joyous fuck I'd ever had. All the while I squeezed her tits and played with her clit and then I felt her having a little orgasm and I thought to myself, she--likes this. She's coming again, and she was too.
As I banged up into her with great force my prick blasted discharge up into her rectum. Shot after shot followed up. Each time she smiled and moaned. She was getting a great kick out of this.
Finally, after three minutes of complete blasting of come I withdrew my prick. As I did cream began to drip from her ass-hole. I turned her over quickly and sat her up. I stood on the bed and shoved my prick into her face. Right from her ass-hole into her mouth, that was a charge for her.
She sucked my prick more violently than before.
I kept one hand behind her head and I shoved my prick back up against her tonsils. It was all the way down her throat.
Then she sucked it more violently than ever. Maybe it was the taste of her own ass-hole, but when I got threw with this session my cream had spurted all over her mouth.
It was dripping down her chin as she looked up at me and said, "Oh, my God, my God that's enough, please. I have to go to the bathroom from what you did to me."
"okay, baby, you could go to the bathroom, but I go with you and I sit there and wait for
"Oh, please don't do that. I can't control myself to that degree."
"You'll have to. Now, get up off the bed." She got up and her globes shook as she did.
I couldn't resist squeezing it, cupping one of her ass cheeks in my hand and kissing her mouth, and running my other hand up and down her body and squeezing her box. She was so beautiful and sweet. I kissed her mouth for a good two minutes and she struggled and moved.
"Please, please, I have to go to the bathroom. I've got the runs."
"Alright, baby, get moving," I said.
As she went into the bathroom she tried to close the door and I pushed it open. I stood there next to her as she sat down on the seat. I smiled at her as she did.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she said.
"I'm not only going to sit here, baby, but I'm going to squeeze your tits. I'm going to make this crap that you're going to take an exotic experience in life."
Then I heard sounds coming from her. She was shooting secretion, she had no choice. My prick had greased her up good and she was dropping the load. As she did I squeezed the nipples of her tits and kissed her mouth.
She kissed me back like it was the strangest scene she had ever been into. She was pissing and I let her finish that. She started to shit from the other side and as she did I stuck my fingers up her cunt.
"How could you do this to me?" she said.
I kissed her mouth one more time and finally she stood up and cleaned herself.
We went into the bedroom again.
I slapped her on the ass on the way in. I kissed her mouth full on the lips and I told her to jerk me off which she did with both hands. I creamed all over the place and when I was finished I threw my prick back in my pants.
I turned to her and said, "Look, if you tell anybody about this, and I mean anybody, if anybody comes after me I'll come back to kill you. Is that clear?"
"It's clear," she said as she sobbed on the bed.
I ran out the door and closed it. I walked casually down the hall, whistling down the steps, out of the building and into the street.
I enjoyed that session more than anything. She was hot, exciting and I liked her, that's all there was to that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CAB SCENE
A week later I drove my cab around town. I was in this fairly ruff area and this beautiful colored girl got in the cab.
She sat in the back seat and said, "Just take me for a ride, man. I got the itch to move."
"okay, baby, I'll take you for a ride."
It was about six thirty. The sun was just sort of setting at this time of the year. It was pretty.
As we drove we talked a little bit.
She said, "You know, man, this town's a lonely place. It's a drag. I came here a year ago. I met all kinds of guys and all they were interested in was going to bed with me and that's a drag. I'm really bugged by the whole scene. Their a bunch of jerkoffs. Do you know what I mean?"
"Right," I said.
I didn't talk to passengers when they started talking like this. You talk to them and then they'd go and turn you into the cab company for being a pervert and I couldn't afford that.
'They are," she said, "Bad boys. First thing they try to do is get their dicks into me and I just want company. I don't want all that kind of thing. It's terrible."
I don't know. The way she was talking she was frightening, but she looked very sober and very straight and actually she sounded like one of the first honest people I'd ever met.
I only kept on driving because it was none of mine damn business whether she was honest or not.
Once I crept along the road and she said, "Heh man, why don't you turn off into one of these mountain roads and go up to the top. Stop the cab for a few minutes and just leave the meter running. It's just to get me out of civilization."
"okay, baby," I said.
"Don't call me baby. My name is Lottie. Call me Lottie."
"Alright Lottie we'll go up a mountain road."
I pulled off into one of the dirt roads and went into the woods. As I bounced along I realized how damn dark it was.
"Alright, man," she said. "Stop the cab."
Then I looked in the mirror and saw that she had a gun in her hand.
"Heh, what's the matter with you? Are you crazy? Don't point that thing at me," I said.
"I told you to stop the cab, man."
"okay, baby."
"I told you to call me Lottie, man."
"Alright, Lottie. I'm stopping the cab. Now do you want to take that damn gun down."
I pulled the cab to a halt. She sat there looking at me, her eyes wide open.
"Now, man, I want all your money. I want you to just hand it over to me. Then I want you to get out of the cab and walk over about fifteen feet in the woods. Put your hands on a tree and stay there. I know how to shoot with a gun, man and if I have to I'm gonna let you have it, as much as I don't want to cause you sure are pretty."
"I'm pretty, huh?" I said. "I'll tell you what I'm pretty, baby. I'm pretty mad. Now you put that God damned gun down." And she cocked her head. She was dangerous. I could see in the revolver chambers there were bullets. She wasn't playing around.
I reached into my pocket and took out all the money that was in there. I turned around and reached over the seat to give it to her.
She reached out for it and as she did I threw the money right in her face. The gun went up in the air and I smacked her one.
I jumped over the seat and punched her in the stomach. She gagged a little bit and then I grabbed her by her silk blouse. I noticed the enormous size of her breasts wrapped in the bra that she was wearing. You could see threw the blouse.
I slammed her face and I had the gun in my hand. Now I put it in my pocket.
She began to sob a little bit.
I wasn't threw with this bitch yet. I did something to her that I never did to a woman before, but I was mad and didn't care.
I slammed my open palm across one of her tits on one side and then wrapped it across again on the other side.
Now she was in pain. I hit her once more in the stomach and opened the back door and threw her out on the ground.
I jumped out and picked up the money which was scattered all over the back seat of the cab.
Now I looked down at her. She was a crumbled mess. She just lay there sobbing in the dirt.
"Now what the hell did you want to go and do that for?" I said.
"I need money bad, man. I'm in trouble and I really need money bad. If I don't get it, I'm going to go crazy."
"What do you need money for?" I said.
"I gotta pay my rent. I gotta buy food and I gotta get out of this town, man."
"You gotta get out of this town? Is that what you do? You take a gun to some guys head, take his bread and his cab and take off and leave him out here in the mountains and let him walk back. You're really beautiful, baby," I said.
"Oh, please, man give me a break."
"I'm going to give you the same break that you were going to give me. Stand up."
She stood up and her hands were held to her breast as if she was in pain. She stood up all of a sudden and one of her hands reached out for my balls and she tried to give me a fast shot there. That really pissed me off. As she did that I stepped on one of her shoes. She didn't realize that a step on her foot could be that painful and she turned down to look at her foot and I slapped her across the face one more time. She sobbed.
Then I turned around and put her arm in a hammerlock. I ripped her blouse off and I pulled the zipper of her skirt and dropped that.
In a flash she was standing there in her slip, panties and a bra. She still had her shoes on too, high heels.
"Look, you take those shoes off right now, baby. You do what I tell you."
She did. She kicked her shoes off. Her stockings were attached with little garderhooks on the bottom of her panties. When I pulled her slip off I saw it.
"You're going to pay for what you just did, baby. You're going to pay for it in spades and if you don't like it, you just scream, cause nobody's going to hear you. If you scream long and loud enough and you bother me, I'll kick the shit out of you for an hour. Is that clear?"
"You think you could abuse me cause I'm black. Well you can't."
"Abuse you, you crazy bitch? You attacked me with a gun and tried to kill me. I could turn you into the cops anytime I want. You'll go to the can for six months to a year just for even looking at me that way. I'm a little tuffer than most. I had a little tuffer upbringing, and I'm telling you, I just as soon leave your damn body here with a bullet in it with your own gun."
She was getting frightened.
I unhooked her bra.
She shrugged her shoulders and it fell off.
I squeezed one of her tits from behind.
"Oh, man, that feels good," she said. "Don't be vicious with me, please. Too many men have been vicious with me."
"Well, you were vicious with them, probably."
"No, I wasn't at first," she said.
Then I pulled that slip off and then the stockings. I just pulled the whole thing down and there was her tan ass, her beautiful tan ass.
I squeezed her breasts for five minutes and then I said, "You're a beautiful ass, baby. You know that?"
"Yea, and I'm freezing it off. Can we go in the car?"
"okay, get in the back seat."
She got in the back and I climbed in after her. The cab was big enough for us to move around real easy, which made it nice.
Now I put her on her back and squeezed her breasts while I took my pants off.
"Do me a favor, will you please? I know what you're going to do to me, and I don't mind, I might even enjoy it. but can you give me a few bucks?"
"Shut up and be nice and maybe I'll give you a few bucks and maybe not. I don't have to do anything for you, you creep. If you would have asked me it would have been different. If you would have said heh man, I'm hard up for bread, can you loan me five? I would have given it to you. You did it the wrong way, baby."
"I don't need five. I need more."
"Greedy yet, aren't you Lottie? You're a crum Lottie. You're a crummy piece of junk."
I smacked her across the face as I climbed on top of her hot, tan body. I stuck my prick inside that cave, that moist, hot cave. I felt the best fuck I'd ever had in my life. Her cunt seemed to just snatch at my prick and hold it tight.
She moved real slow and off her ass. Her cunt gripped my prick in such a way that it was like a jamming little vibrating thing. Every second it released and gripped, it released and gripped. It's a beautiful feeling.
I buried my face in those tan tits and kissed them. They were soft, warm and big.
She scratched my head and moaned and made all kinds of sounds. As her hand ran up and down my back I felt one of her large hands holding the crack of my ass and fingering my ass-hole. I was so excited now that I was going crazy.
This chick was a fine one, I shouldn't really throw away. As I fucked her I pressed my lips against hers.
"Why should I kiss you, white boy?"
"Because I'll tare your tits from your body if you don't," I said as I squeezed her nipples.
She winked and immediately opened her mouth in a hot and passionate kiss as her tongue flicked in and out of mine.
I ran my hands up and down that whole magnificent body of hers. She was a beautiful girl, one of the best I'd ever touched. Her cunt was so warm and tight.
As I moved inside of her I said, "Yes baby, you're worth every fucking penny of five bucks."
She bit my lip and slapped my ass. As she slapped my ass, that was just enough to make me start coming.
As I came she whispered in my ear, "You remember me, white boy. You remember me because you're enjoying me more than you ever enjoyed any white chick. There's no doubt about that. You're getting your rocks off good, because this is the first good fuck you ever had. The first uninhibited, real woman you've ever gone on. That's it white boy, blow your little cream."
She pinched the cheeks of my ass as I did.
When I finished I lay there on top of her. I was sort of tired and content.
She held me in her arms and said, "You know something, white boy. You're not so tuff. You're a baby. I like a guy that treats a chick ruff. My tits still hurt from those slaps, but it feels good. You straightened my ass out. At least I'm going to make myself available to you anytime you want. You got a nice, big prick and I don't want it to starve."
"Your right baby. I can't deny that, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm not kind and gentle and understanding. Just remember that."
"I'm old enough, I want you to sit on my stomach and put your prick between my tits. I'll show you something so soft and beautiful that you're gonna have it like you never had it before."
I did as she said. I put my prick in the cleavage of her breasts.
She squeezed my prick and I could see it from the top of her tits. She'd lick at it with her tongue. I kept this up for five minutes and my cock had an enormous hard-on. It was so big, that I had never seen anything quite that big before.
I moved up and back between her tits in the French Lay style that I knew. I had learned once before. Only this time was every time my prick popped out from the top of her tits there was a tongue hot and eagerly waiting. She kept licking and flicking at the tip of my prick. The more I did this, the more excited I got, and it wasn't five minutes before I was shooting juice all over her face.
As I did she licked at my prick. Finally she grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out from between her tits and shoved it down her throat.
As I rammed it in there she sucked at it real hard and soon I was fully decreamed. She had pulled every last drop I had in my body. In two fucks she had fixed me up. I didn't know any chick who could tire me out in fifteen fucks.
Then once again I lay down on top of her body. She held me there and we kissed, our bodies pressed together.
"You know something, you are an exciting, excitable boy aren't you? You're really digging this. You got some kind of strange way. You'd like it better if I struggle with you. I'm sort of reading you, baby, and I think you got a problem."
"Listen, Lottie," I said. "Don't guess anything about me. If you want to know anything you ask me and I'll tell you, but don't guess, don't put pieces together. Cause you don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"I know more than you think," she said as the two of us lay there on the back seat. "I know that you like being mothered. That's what you really miss, isn't it?"
Then she put her hands up and down my balls and the crotch of my body.
I lay there naked with her in the back seat of the cab excited.
I have to admit, this was a joyous moment. I was real excited.
I reached up to her head and her hair was smooth and silky.
"You're beautiful, baby."
"You like to call me baby, don't you?"
"Yea, I dig it. Don't be insulted by it."
"okay, call me baby if you want."
"Where did you get this smooth hair."
"Fortunately I have my mother's hair. My father was a spade cat, my mother was white."
"I want to tell you something, baby. Your body's beautiful, your tits are gorgeous. Heh, watch my balls," I said as she squeezed me down there.
"You know something, white boy, you talk too much. Why don't you shut-up and enjoy what's happening."
"What's happening?" I said.
"Just enjoy it."
She squeezed my balls. She had enormous hands. She fingered my ass-hole a little bit and then began to play with my prick, real gentle. Her hands moved around the tip of it and then into my balls she squeezed.
The two of us kissed and her hands kept working my prick up and back. She formed a little circle with her first two fingers, the thumb and the first one. Then she worked them back over my prick, very slowly. She did not let up. The more she worked at it, the hotter I got. The hotter I got, the more uncontrollable things became. I wanted to fuck her, but she wouldn't let me. She held me firm. My face was buried in her tits.
I kissed her warm, soft, fluffiness of those huge, breasts. They were big. She must have had a D cup. Then her fingers were bringing my prick to its end. I knew that before too long I'd be shooting come all over my cab.
I contorted her and moved my prick. She moved a little faster and her hand slipped around my waist now.
She shoved her big, long finger into my ass and tickled me back there.
"Lottie," I said. "You're turning me on too much."
"I know," she said. "You got a real hang-up, fella and it's nice isn't it?"
She slid her finger all the way up into my rectum. I don't know why the joys of it was so great, but it was.
Then my prick shot off. She kept her hand going at the same place. She got a little squeeze into each stroke. As she did that I blasted cream all over her stomach. The more I shot at her the better she liked it. When I was threw and just laying there dripping she put her hand on her own stomach and rubbed it around.
"That's good," she said. "It's good for the skin."
Now our bodies locked together in a hot embrace and then I slowly turned the position around and I went for her pussy, began to suck at it. As I ate at that big, black snatch, she took my prick into her mouth once more.
"Oh, I can't take it," I said. "It's too soon."
'That's the best time," she said as one of her fingers once again slid up into my ass-hole and she took my whole prick in her mouth and it was small.
She even had some of my balls in there with it and as she did my prick sprang to life.
It got nice and big and gave her a big, hard root to suck on.
As she sucked on my prick, I ate her pussy. I went all the way down inside of that pussy and spread her legs as wide as I could. I shoved my tongue right in there back by the clitoris and began to push it around the tip of my tongue. I sucked and ate at it as though it were a mouth and I was kissing it. Once again I reached her ass-hole. I goosed her a little bit and she started to squirm and I saw that she had a weakness back there too, that's why she was working me over so much.
The two of us had our fingers buried in each other's ass. We were carrying on, rocking back and forth. The cab was like a boat on ruff water, it was shaking so much. But, I couldn't help myself. This chick was turning me on more than any chick had ever turned me on in my life and I really new it was the way she used her whole body, I enjoyed it. I really dug it to the upmost. Now I thought to myself, what a fuck she is. I moved my body once again and stuck my prick half way down her throat. She sucked at it harder than ever. My ass got a work out. Her hand gently rubbed the cheek of my ass and the other was sticking its finger all the way up into my rectum.
I had one finger up into her ass and my mouth on her cunt and one hand on her tits. She had the most beautiful, jelly like globes that I had ever touched and finally I felt both of our bodies start to vibrate again.
I removed my face from the cunt for a moment.
"Here we go again, Lottie, baby."
"Yea, man," she said and slapped her hand on my ass while the other one still buried its finger up in there.
She sucked my prick with all her might and I could see the pressure that she had built up was enormous, it was almost stopping me from letting go of that first spurt of juice.
I buried my face so deep in her cunt that I couldn't breathe. The smell of it and the salty taste was turning me on to a degree that I can't express. You have to be there to appreciate it.
Now all of a sudden I felt my first burst of cream hit her mouth. At the same time our juices began to flow. I tasted them and I saw them running down the insides of her thighs and at least I felt them with my face inside.
Now I sucked and licked for a good five minutes as I finished my orgasm and she began to relax the muscles of her body.
I took one of my fingers and shoved it into her cunt and removed it and the juices had greased it enough and then I shoved it right up her ass-hole.
When I did that she came up off the cab seat six inches.
"Oh, you son of a bitch," she said and rammed one of her fingers up my ass and squeezed my balls.
Now exhausted I turned around and lay there with her in my arms. The two of us were kissing each other passionately. Are we falling in love, I thought to myself or is love just sex or is sex just love?
Now we lay there.
"Lottie, you got a place to live?"
"Not really," she said. "I've been thrown out of my apartment. That's one of the reason's that I'm so hungry for bread."
"I can understand that," I said. "I'll tell you what. Why don't we go back to my place and you can stay with me for a few nights. I'd like to have you there."
"Are you just saying that because you'd like me to eat your cock a couple of times and then you'd throw me out."
"You've got a good
"You're passionate and you're smart and I'll tell you something, you talk too God damn much. You make too many conclusions out of things that aren't true. You're a pain in the ass that way. Now, you cut that out. You realize that I'm asking you something straight. I'm asking you to go back and live with me for a hit. If it works out we may make a permanent arrangement out of it."
"You're gonna marry me, white boy?" she said.
"If I fell in love with you I would," I said. "I'm not asking you to marry me right now. I'm asking you to come and live with me for a couple of days. I told you if we like it, we'll do it some more."
"You're pretty straight," she said. "You're pretty fair and I think I dig that. Just for that I think I'll take you up on it. Can we get out of this damn car now and find my panties? I had to go to somebody's house with my cunt sticking out."
I laughed at her.
We did climb out of the car and gathered most of her clothes.
I bent over and I lifted each of her legs and put her panties on to her body. I couldn't resist squeezing those tits and kissing them. She just turned me on so much. She made me cream three or four or five times, and I was still turned on by her.
She smiled as I popped my prick back in my pants.
"It doesn't take you much to get dressed," she said.
"No, it doesn't at all."
Then she put her bra on and she threw her stockings in her bag. She slipped her slip back on and what was left of her skirt and blouse.
I threw my coat over my shoulders and she got into the front seat with me.
We backed down on the mountain road and started to take off for the city. As we were about ten minutes on the road, she broke down and started crying. She put her head on my shoulder.
"You know something, man, I don't even know your name and you're the nicest guy I met in this whole town. You're the first kind person I ever met."
"That's okay. I took all the sex you had to give and I enjoyed it. I'm bringing you back to my apartment because I dig you. Is that kind?"
"Yes, that's kind. Some guys wouldn't be seen dead with me."
"okay, you got that hang-up too," I said.
As we drove, she hugged my body. She squeezed my chest and tits. She kissed my neck. Occasionally, she tried to grab a hold of my prick and I took her hand off of it.
"Look, I can't drive and do that."
"You don't have to drive, pull over."
"Now stop it baby, wait until we get home, will you?"
"I can't," she said. "That cock of yours turns me on to such a degree that you drive me crazy."
"Now look, Lottie, you got to knock this off. This is too damned unhealthy."
"Come on, what's your name?" she said.
"Oh, that's right," I said. "You don't know my name. Now that is a drag."
"It sure is. I like to call you Man or maybe I should call you Baby," she said.
"Maybe you should."
"I doubt it," she said. "I don't really want to call you baby. I'd like to have a name for you."
"You certainly can," I said. "My name is Jack Barn urn."
"okay, Jack. We're going to have a good time together. I'll be good to you. I'm going to make life strong and so exciting that you're going to look forward to coming home every night. You really are, Jack. I promise you, I really do. I mean it. You're gonna love me, Jack."
Then she put her face to my neck and began to kiss me again. She was a real turn on this chick. She just didn't stop. She really went at it. She was too much.
I squeezed her on her breasts again. It drove me crazy.
I finally pulled up in front of the house.
"Alright, Lottie, are you ready?"
"Heh, this is a nice place, man. Do you live here?"
"That's right. I sure as hell live here." "I'll tell you that, I'm not going to mind living here. Is this your own cab."
"No not really, but I take it home every night since I drive it during the day. I make a pretty good living too. You know what I mean?"
"Yea, I know what you mean. You want to know something? I'd stay with you in a garbage dump. After the way you just turned me on, after the way you just treated me I could live with you forever."
"You don't know that yet, baby, so just calm yourself."
I described to her the kind of life I like to have. I went out different hours that were rather strange and she had not better count on me being home every night, but that I would be home almost every night and she could make dinner for me and I would enjoy it.
We went upstairs and she jumped around and looked at the furniture and things. She was so delighted to have a clean place to live in, there's no question about that in my mind. I had given her that and more. I was ready to settle down with her for a bit. I'd do my raping and I'd have her at the same time. So, when I was to lazy to go out, I'd have something to do. Wouldn't that be fun, I thought to myself. Wouldn't that just be a lot of fun? I just knew it would be a groove. She was so hot. She stripped her clothes off right away and got into the shower.
She sang and I thought to myself. It's getting better, Jack Itanium. You've come a long way from those days in Boro. You're making a good living and you don't work to hard. Now you got a chick living here and she's a tan chick. She's a beautiful, tan chick.
She came out of the shower and flopped on the bed. She spread her legs out wide and breathed deeply. As she took that deep breath her tits rolled to the side. The way she was positioned I could see her Long pink cunt lips. They were beautifully carved.
"Heh, I'm starved," I said softly.
"What does your little heart desire, Bob."
"I think I want to eat your box."
"Do it, do it right know, eat my black box."
"It tastes so good, it turns me on so."
"Bite it hard Jack," she said softly.
With that I lunged wildly at her love hole. Are passions combined and are juices splashed out uncontrollable. It was the best meal I ever had.
She was so beautiful I had to have seconds. "Let me have some more."
"You know I'm yours, you can have as much as you want."
"You know, I think I'm going to keep you for a long time."
"Your the greatest Jack."
"I know," I replied as I dug in for more.
CHAPTER NINE
BIG JIM
The next day as I drove around in my cab, I felt pretty good. I guess because I had a chick to go back to.
She was one of the prettiest spade chicks I had ever seen in my life and I wasn't really sorry to think about going home. Of course the desire to rape hadn't left me. I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to. I just dug it too much and it seemed to me that I'd have too much to lose if I gave it up.
On my first coffee break, as I left the cab, I almost walked into a mountain. There was a man about six foot four. He was leaning on the cab right next to mine and I tripped over one of his feet.
"Heh, man I'm sorry," I said.
"Oh, that's quite alright. It's my fault. I got my big, clumsy feet sticking out of the sidewalk."
"What are you going to have a little break there?"
"Yea, man. I need some coffee and maybe a Danish."
"My name's Jim Sylvester. What's yours."
"Jack Barnum," I said. "Glad to know you, Jim. Are you driving that cab?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I am. I was looking to have a little coffee myself except I hate to drink coffee alone. How about if I buy?"
"Oh, you don't have to buy," I said. "Look, well share."
"No, come on, man. I could afford a half a buck heh?"
"okay," I said. 'That's the first time anybody decided that they were going to buy me some coffee, but I'll except it. As a matter-of-fact, I'll except and I'll be delighted about it."
"Well, very good, man. I like you're whole style, let's go."
We walked into the Beanery and popped ourselves down on the booth instead of the usual counter seat. This was a big event. It was a social meeting.
"Who are you driving for?" Big Jim asked.
"Yellow," I said. "They seem to pay the best and ask for the least experienced drivers. You see, I'm kind of new at it."
"Oh, that right?" he said. "I'm driving for awhile. I think you made a wise choice picking them. They keep up a pretty good scene over there and they pay pretty well is right."
"Well, I'm very satisfied with the work so far. It's easy and the pay is pretty decent. It allows me to have my pad. I dig it."
"Good," he said. "Ain't you hoping to have some white collar job someday?"
"No," I said. "I don't picture myself as a white collar type. I sort of picture myself as a guy that drives a cab. I like it, I don't want to think too much and I don't want to work to hard. It appeals to me for all those kind of things."
"Very interesting," he said. "That's my attitude, exactly. You know, I started college."
"Is that right?" I said.
"Yea, I started college. I went two years and then I said what do I need that bread for. I just want a place to live, a couple of bucks in my pocket and a good old job that I could count on one that I don't have to sweat losing or somebody cutting me out of. And the cab driver thing was just perfect. People get in I ask them where they want to go and I take them, you know."
"Yea, I'm familiar with that," I said and we both laughed.
Now Jim looked at me and said, "Heh, let me ask you a question. Have you driven any cabs with dolls around lately?"
"No, I haven't come across any of them," I said.
"Well, you got a thrill coming to you fellow, because man, these little chicks, they fuck like crazy."
"Is that right?" I said.
"Oh, man! You know I got a half a dozen numbers of chicks that fuck and man I want to tell you, they just want to fuck all night and all day they don't care about nothing but fucking. I go up there when I'm not busy and I bang off a piece if they're not busy studying. It's really good, man."
"How long are you driving out here?" I asked.
"Oh, man, I'm out here for five, six years, but you'll get your numbers. Don't worry they'll hail you. They're from Burkley and all these funny places and man, you ain't gonna believe the chicks you'll have."
"Well, you're a pretty good looking guy, Jim," I said. "I ain't that good looking. I ain't gonna nail any chicks."
"Heh, come on. You're under selling yourself now, Jack. You're trying to put me on. You're a good looking guy. You ain't gonna have no problems. I'll tell you what I'll do. Are you busy at lunch time?"
"No, man," I said. "I could be free during lunch time."
"I tell you what, baby. You know where North and Tenth is?"
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Well, you meet me at North and Tenth 134 man at twelve fifteen and you and I are gonna pay a visit to some of these chicks. I want to show you what I'm talking about. We may not get action today, but you'll meet them. Man, I'm telling you they are hot."
"Jim, I like it."
"Good," he said. "I think we better get back to work. Finish your Danish. You're not gonna go out until you do."
We left and waved goodbye and I noted on my watch the time so that I wouldn't be late for meeting Jim at North and Tenth. I sort of dug him, and I knew that he wasn't lying. I wondered just how freaky these chicks were. I thought it was pretty interesting. The more I thought about it the hotter I got. Lottie might have to wait a little bit. This was gonna be a real experience, you know it.
At twelve o'clock I was waiting for Big Jim, the son of a bitch. About ten minutes later I thought he wasn't going to come threw. Just as I go to get in the cab, he zoomed up.
"Heh, man. Wait there baby," he said.
He pulled up in front of my car.
"Gee Jack, don't be mad at me. I had this long run and it was ruff getting back here. I thought I wasn't going to make it for a minute. Come on jump in. I'll drive you to where these babes are at.
"Don't you have to call them first?" I asked.
"No, we just drop up there and if they're home we make the scene. If they're in the mood. If they're not in the mood they'll just give us some coffee and bullshit. We'll be finished but you'll know."
"okay, Jim. Whatever you say, man."
"You're a funny one, Jack," he said.
I jumped in the cab and we took off. We drove for about fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of a brick apartment house. We drove around for a spot and finally found one. As we made it to the door there was a doorman there.
"Who are you guy's looking for?" he said.
"Oh," Jim said. "I'm looking for Dana. Dana, oh, what the hell's her last name. I'll think of it in a minute."
"You do that," the doorman said. "I got all day, babe."
"Dana Reynolds."
"Just a moment, I'll ring Miss Reynolds. Who shall I say is calling?" he said.
"You just tell her Big Jim."
"okay," he said. "Big Jim, that's cute."
"You like it huh?" Jim said.
Jim didn't have no manners but I could see he was a funny sight whether he had them or not. He was mad at the doorman for being uppity to us because we weren't wearing tuxedo's as he put it.
He rang the buzzer and we waited. There was some communication between he and the person on the other end.
Finally he said, "Go up, Mr. Big Jim. It's a good place."
"I know where it is," Big Jim said. "Thank you."
We went threw the door. The doorman held it for us. He damn near bowed as we went threw it. We got to the elevator and all the way up Jim talked about the girls.
'This chick Dana, she' funny. She has two room mates, Bonnie and Carol and they're both nice, man, but don't move too fast. Take your time. They'll tell you when."
"I don't want to say nothing, Jim, but we're on our lunch hour now. Of course we could take an extra hour off a little bit later, couldn't we."
"I guess if we had to," he said.
We got to the sixth floor and we walked down the hallway and the door was open.
Jim just walked in like he knew the place like the back of his hand. He obviously had been there many times. I felt a little embarrassed walking into somebody's pad, but he closed the door behind him and acted like it was his.
"Dana, baby. You around?"
Here came this blonde from the corner of the apartment. Her hair was piled up on top of her head. She had a black, silky gown on, kind of a robe affair with a tie around the waist.
"Big Jim, you big bundle of maniac. How are you?"
She threw her arms around him and Jim kissed her on the neck. He squeezed her real tight and looked down at her.
"You know, Dana. I've been neglecting you as of late. I'm a little mad at myself. I should have come to see you sooner, I know, but you know how it is in the cab business."
She laughed at him and said, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, that's Jack Bamum. Jack's a real fine guy. He's got a lot of style and class and I was hoping that Bonnie or Carol would be home and we could introduce them, huh? Get them together and have a little lunch and fun. A couple of drinks would be great."
"Why Jim, I do believe you're crazy. As it turns out, Bonnie is home and Carol is out. I'll see if Bonnie wants to come out. I'll have to go back there and talk to her."
"You just do that little thing and we'll go and make ourselves a couple of drinks. Is there any booze, honey?"
"Did you bring any?" she said.
"Oh, no you know I can't carry booze in that cab, baby. I'll tell you what here's fifteen bucks and you know what brand I like. The next time I come up you'll have it, okay?"
She looked at the money and laughed. She took it and threw it on the dresser. Then she knocked on the room where the door was closed and yelled, "Heh, Bonnie. Get yourself half way decent. Come out here and meet somebody."
"okay," the voice answered from behind the door.
"Nice pad. How do these chicks pay the rent?" I asked Jim.
"Oh man, you're kidding. These chicks got fathers and fathers got bread and fathers pour that bread on these chicks and that's what's happening, man."
'Terrific," I said. "I guess I missed more than I thought."
"Yea, I guess you did."
It was bourbon and ice. Jim gave me some. About a few minutes later, out comes this other chick. She was tall, straight and black hair, brown eyes, real soft. She had bangs over her forehead, pretty pointed nose and a long type mouth.
She smiled at me when she came out and said, "You must be Jack."
"That's right," I said. 'That's Jim"
"I know Jim," she said. "I never did like him much."
Jim laughed.
"But you look kind of different," she said. "Where are you from, Big Jack?"
"Oh, I come from a strange place. Nothing that you've ever heard of."
"okay, I'll buy that, Mr. Mystery. You all drinking bourbon, huh? How about pouring us a few."
Jim did the honors.
I studied this chick carefully. She was really slow moving, almost as though she were premeditating a murder. She was strange. I couldn't quite figure out what it was that bugged me about her but it was there.
"We have an interesting set up here," Dana said. "Has Jim told you anything about it, Jack?"
"No, Jim told me that you were some beautiful chicks and that I oughta meet you because I'd probably dig you. I think he was right."
"You can't dig us yet," she said. "You don't know us, but let me tell you something about us. Bonnie runs the show, she's in charge. When anybody comes in here they're under Bonnie's rules and regulations. That's the way it works. Now, if that's unsatisfactory to you, we don't want you to come back, but you're welcome here now anyhow."
I smiled at her. She was being cute, or at least I thought she was.
"Now Carol and myself follow Bonnie's rules because we know Bonnie's very smart and makes the right decisions."
"So, Bonnie makes all the decisions. That's interesting, baby. I sort of like leadership type chicks."
She looked at me and said, "You know something, Jack, when I first saw you I sort of liked you, but now I think you have a big mouth."
"You're right Bonnie I do have a big mouth. I don't live by any chicks rules or regulations."
Then she looked at me straight off and said, "Would you like to fuck me, Jack?"
"Are you kidding, baby," I said. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do at this moment."
"Well then, you'll have to live by my rules and regulations, but if you do, you could fuck me. It's very simple I'm rewarding you ain't I?"
"Now look, baby, I could have a piece of ass when I want it. I don't have to sweat it. You can shove your rules up your ass."
"Now, wait a minute," she said. "You don't even know what they are."
"I don't care what they are, you dig?"
Big Jim turned to me and said, "Heh, come on, man, relax Don't get uptight."
"No man, I'll wait for you here in the living room. You do what you're gonna do and I'll socialize with which ever one is left here, if one of them is left."
Jim looked at me very sternly and said, "Now, Jack, you're being right unfriendly and I brought you up here to make friends. I think this is a bad scene."
"No, he craves punishment," Bonnie said. "He really craves punishment, and when he turns himself loose, I'll give him the punishment that he craves. It's my bag, you see. I'm a disciplinarian," she said. "I like to whip people. Especially people like you, Jack, because you really want to be whipped."
I laughed at her and looked over at her, but I didn't say anything.
Now Jim had his arm around Dana and he led her back into one of the bedrooms. The door closed.
My rocks were up just because of that, I couldn't help it. That Dana was a sweet tittle piece of blonde meat, and Jim wasn't gonna let the fact that I was around stand in the way of him baiting that chick. I'll tell you the truth, I don't blame him cause I would have done the same, damn, thing if I was in his shoes.
I heard some moaning from the bedroom and Bonnie sat there across from me coolly with her legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.
"You know, they're having a pretty good time in there, Jack and I think it's very unfair of you to sit here with a big prick and no action."
"Keep talking, baby. You're going to talk yourself into some trouble."
"Oh, no I'm not, Jack. Just let me put ten stripes across your back with a whip and then you can fuck me. Is that fair?"
"You're crazy, bitch," I said. "You touch me and I'll break your skull."
"Oh that's vicious talk."
She was teasing me and I was getting pissed off. This was almost time for action.
"Well, you're boring me to death, Jackie, baby. I see no reason for me to sit out her and hold your hand. Since you won't take your punishment like a good boy, I'm going to have to go back in the bedroom and sleep. When your friend, Big Jim gets out you tell him I said goodbye. Don't come back anymore, unless you get some guts, boy, huh?"
She stood up and wiggled her ass out of the room. Just as she entered her bedroom I hit her.
I moved in from the back. I shoved her neck into the room and slammed the door behind me. I took her hand over her mouth and twisted her around so she was facing me. Her eyes were wide open. I had one of my hands on one of her tits. I squeezed it for all I was worth. There was pain in her eyes. She was feeling all the pain now. She wasn't the boss anymore either. This was an ideal situation for me, I liked it right away.
Now I smacked her across the face.
"Baby, one fucking sound and I'm going to tare my fist down your throat so far you won't have any teeth left. And then, I may kill you, and I mean dead."
"I think I understand what you mean," she said, "But you needn't get so violent about it."
"Well, that's me baby all violence."
"Now, get that fucking robe off and start looking good for me or I'll kill you."
"You're so silly," she said.
Now I back handed her across the room. She hit the bed, bounced off and fell to the floor. I ripped the robe from her body as I pulled her up toward me. She was completely naked now and she looked like dynamite.
"You got a great build, baby. I don't know why you hide it."
"I don't hide it from people I like."
I grabbed her by the throat and threw her on the bed. I put my prick up against my lips.
"You bitch, you better suck it within four minutes. If you don't get this prick to come in your mouth in four minutes, you're going to be in pain. And baby, I know how to inflict pain, I'm not fooling, either. I'm dead serious. I want you to know that," I said as I pressed my prick in between her lips and shoved it into her throat.
I worked it up and back in her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head with my hand and shoved it up against my prick. I was leaning on her shoulders with my knees. I had her pinned to that bed so beautifully. At first she struggled, but then I reached down and pinched the nipples of her tits.
She winced in pain. I pressed my prick further into her mouth.
She really began to suck hard now, she was nervous, good and nervous. She didn't like the whole context of what was happening. She was no longer in charge. Maybe she was a sadist. Usually when they were sadists this appealed to them. I was sure as hell abusing her. I was squeezing her tits and playing with her box behind me, while she ate at my prick. She licked under my balls, my crotch and then sucked my prick some more. She did and adequate job, I have to say. It was the best blow job I ever had, but it was sure as hell adequate. It felt about as good as any I suppose. It just wasn't as long and torturous cause she was after making me come and she knew how, I'll say that -- for she applied pressure at the right time and blew on it at the right time and sucked. Man, in three minutes, not four, I felt the cream leaving my prick in a strong flow. I knew she had made some kind of score. As I put the cream down her throat I looked at her eyes. She was trying to strain to watch my prick throb in her mouth. She was excited. There was no question about it. Whether she'd stay that way or not for awhile, that was another question.
Oh, of course I couldn't look at this as an escapade. This was a serious matter to me, it was half a rape, but not quite the kind of raping I really like to do.
She was a little more cooperative and less afraid then I liked. However, as my cream poured into her mouth I thought to myself. I accomplished one mission anyhow. I got myself a new thrill.
CHAPTER TEN
LOTTIE'S LAMENT
That afternoon Jim drove me back in his cab, but I didn't tell him much. I was sure that the next time he went up to that apartment he would find out some things. I thought we could be friends, but not good ones. Jim was a different type of guy, than I was.
I couldn't wait to get back to my apartment.
I drove all afternoon thinking of Lottie. She was still new to me and I hadn't had enough of her. I wanted to go back and screw red box. That was all that was on my mind. So, on the way home I picked up a couple of bottles of gin which I thought we had some in the pad, but wasn't sure. I was very romantic. I bought some flowers. I thought she might like that.
I arrived in the pad about seven thirty. I parked the cab and got upstairs and I rang the bell instead of using the key and I heard her voice.
"Who's there?"
"It's Jack, baby."
She flung the door open and there she stood. She was wearing a pink sweater and a black skirt. Her hair was done real nice and she looked pretty. The blackness of her skin against the pink sweater was too much. You could see the bra underneath, pushing at the sweater. The enormous globes, lay beneath.
I walked in the apartment, put my arms around her and kissed her.
"Take it easy," she said. "We have a guest."
"We have a guest?" I said. "Interesting."
We walked into the living room and there in a corner chair sat a young, tan girl, a very pretty girl. She stood up and came forward.
"Maria, this is Jack."
"Jack, this is my kid sister and she came over to see me in my new surroundings. She's gonna stay for supper and then she's gonna go home like a good girl, right Maria."
"Yes," she said. "Glad to meet you, Jack. Lottie's told me so much about you."
"Groovy," I said. "I'm glad you're here. Do we have something special for dinner or shall we go out?"
"Oh, no," Lottie said. "I've cooked."
I took the flowers from behind my back and gave them to Lottie. I took the candy from behind my back and handed it to Maria.
I said, "Honey if you open that up I'm sure that me and you and your sister would very well go for some of that."
"Listen, I'll make drinks. Maria, you go check the roast and Jack you go sit down and we'll wait on you, the two of us."
"It seems like there's a song like that," I said.
I popped on the couch and thought, this was unbelievable, two chicks, not one. Both spades, in my pad, waiting on me. I felt like a southern plantation farmer. Could I really be Jack Barn urn, the guy from Boro Boys School, the reformatory creep, making enough bread to be entertained by two birds at once. It seemed impossible and un--likely and I'm sure it was un--likely, but the big question was why it was happening. Even though it was I was just absolutely puzzled. I thought I'd never see the day.
Now Lottie came into the living. She had a drink in her hand.
This little broad, Maria who was about sixteen or seventeen, I guess, was really playing the hostess. She was really cute. She ran around the apartment getting things.
Lottie sat in the living room drinking with me and said, "I just wanted her to see the pad. I hope you're not mad. I wanted you to meet her. She's a good kid, she doesn't know a hell of a lot."
"She looks pretty cute to me," I said. "She seems damn nice."
"Look, I raised her myself, that's why I'm proud of her. I bet you're pissed off aren't you. You didn't want her over here."
"Heh, come on. I'm not pissed off at all. I think it's kind of cute that you have her here and I don't mind her at all so stop carrying on like it's a big deal."
"Jack, I know you have a bad temper. "
"I've got a bad temper? Look who's talking."
She laughed.
The three of us ate dinner and we just found so many damn things to laugh about, I guess because we were all brought up poor. When you got something in common with people and you're all poor and put down, things sort of just work.
After dinner we all did the dishes in the kitchen and a few times when Maria passed me her ass rubbed against my prick by accident. I felt the softness of her flesh and I found myself getting excited over it. I looked at her a few limes and she was almost as pretty as Lottie. She was a little less mature and for that I suppose, a little less appealing. But, basically, she was a damn cute chick, a chick that one would not easily forget.
After that we all went into the living room and Lottie said to me, "Look, Jack, do you think it would be possible for us to give Maria a lift home because it's getting dark and I, you know."
"Sure," I said. "No problem. As a matter-of-fact, if Maria wants she can stay over here tonight and I could drive her to her pad in the morning."
"Can I?" Maria said.
"Now I don't think that's such a great idea, Jack. Do you?" Lottie said.
"Well, whatever you say, Mama, I'm not against it. If the girl wants to stay and you don't mind, I don't mind."
"It's my first night here, Jack. Do you think it's right?"
"Oh, this is not a question of right and wrong. If the girl wants to stay and she gets a kick out of staying away from home, I did when I was a kid, let her stay. Unless you've got something against it, in which case we will take her home. I think that's fair."
"What do you think?" Lottie said to Maria.
"Oh, I'd love to stay, could I? It would be so much fun. I could tell all the kids that I stayed at my sister's boyfriend's pad, do you know how exciting that is?"
"It's so exciting that if you stay here, you better keep your mouth shut, you silly kid."
She laughed and said, "Gee, I guess you're right. It does sound kind of strange."
"It sure does," I said.
"Can I stay, please Lottie."
"okay Maria, okay. But what are we going to do for pajamas and everything for you?"
"Well, I'm almost as big as you are," she said. "I'm sure I could fit into your things."
"Alright, you can stay."
We put on the record player and Lottie and I danced a few dances.
Then Maria said, "This isn't fair, you guys are having all the fun. Can I get to dance?"
"Of course you can, honey," Lottie said. "I have to go inside and do a few things in the bedroom and I also have to bring out some bedding so when you sleep down here in the living room, so why don't you and Jack dance. Enjoy it and when I get back I'll cut in."
"Oh, groovy," she replied. The last of the big time dancers I ain't, I'll tell you right now, but when this chick put her body close to mine and we started dancing together I decided that this was not a half bad way to spend some time.
I pressed her real close to me and she excited me right there in my arms in the living room, this fifteen or whatever year old chick.
Lottie was obviously doing some things in the other room and wasn't paying a hell of a lot of attention to us. But our bodies were actually grinding against each other and I found myself as excited with this chick as I would with any other chick.
Then I whispered in her ear, "Maria, you're a little devil."
She was pushing herself against my prick.
"What are you doing, baby," I said.
"I'm trying to show you where it's at, man. Where it's at is where it counts, baby."
"Come on," I said. "Aren't you getting a little carried away."
"No," she said as she pushed her knees against my prick and pressed her breasts against my chest as hard as she could.
"I like that," she said.
"You do, heh?" I "I oughta take you across my knee and spank you for being bad."
"I'd be delighted," she said. "But Lottie might get pissed off."
"Heh, what kind of talk is this, honey. You know it's a little silly."
Now Lottie entered the room.
"Well you two look like Lana Turner and Clark Gable in a clinch," she said. "What the hell is going on there?"
"Your kid sister is teaching me how to dance," I said.
"You don't know how to dance, Jack, huh?"
"Well, you can always use a few pointers, honey," I said.
"Now look, my kid sister is a little devil and if you let her she's going to trick you into thinking that you should drop me and live with her."
"Which is not a bad idea," I said. Lottie came over and took a playful swing at me.
Maria laughed and walked out of the room.
As I ducked from Lottie's swing I took notice of Maria's ass. She wore tan slacks, real tight and a black sweater. She looked so groovy, man. I could feel that tight ass now, a young teenager.
Lottie looked at me and said, "Jack, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"What's that, baby," I asked.
"Were you looking at my kid sister in an other than fatherly way?"
"Yes, I was," I said.
"And what might that way be?" she asked. "Brotherly," I said. Now she laughed.
"Jack, you try to make it with that kid and I'm going to kill you."
"Heh, Lottie, come on."
"Well, I just saw the way you were digging her. I didn't like it, and if you're going to do it again, do it when I'm not around."
"Well, honey, you're getting all upset over nothing and that really bugs me because I hate to see you getting upset."
"Now, I know that bothers you baby, but there are times when I can't help myself like just now when I saw you two grinding at each other and right now when I'm standing close to you and I can see your big hard-on and I know I didn't give it to you, cause I didn't do anything special."
"You walked into the room, honey, that's enough."
"That hot, huh."
"So I think you're lying to me. I think you're putting me on, Jack."
"Now, you know I don't put on anybody."
She laughed at me and said, "I'm warning you, don't try it."
"I don't know what you're talking about, honey, so let's drop it. I think you're a little premature with your sister and you're being damn unfair."
"I'll buy that. You're probably right. Suspicion's my bag, because of prior experience."
I took her mouth and kissed her. She was too good to be true and to understanding to be believable, but never the less, there she was and pretty too. I kept my arms around her and then Maria came back into the room.
"Oh, boy, you know, yous two are too lovey. This has to be a good relationship. Can a young girl get a big drink around here?"
"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll let you drink tonight, cause you're going to grow up tonight and I think it's about time you did," Lottie said to Maria.
"Yea, I'm for that Sis. How about it?"
"okay, I can go for another one myself."
So now Lottie left the room and came back with three big martinees.
Maria, Lottie and I drank them down in a matter of minutes and we had others and others and others.
Two hours later, about eleven o'clock the three of us were sitting in that room stoned out of our brains. We were laughing and carrying on wondering what the hell we were going to do for fun. I suggested one thing.
Then Maria said, "How about a big card game."
Everybody said, "No, a card game's a drag, too much of a problem."
It was really funny, we were rolling on the floor. I was really tired. I saw the room begin to spin a little bit, just a little bit.
I looked at the ceiling which was rotating around my head. I didn't know what was going on.
I was really shocked. I looked up and saw a breast in front of my face. I looked for it and squeezed it. Somebody moaned and rolled over me.
I hit the floor one more time as I rolled over her body, which was soft. Then my face was buried in some kind of pink cashmere fuzz and I felt soft warm breasts again touching my face threw her sweater.
Then I saw my pants being unbuckled. I heard giggling women. I wasn't quite sure why they were giggling. I wasn't quite sure why I was on the floor. I really wasn't quite sure of anything except that there was some strange things going on and that's the one thing I could count on. The one thing that wasn't leaving my mind.
My pants seemed to be leaving my body. My shirt seemed to be being unbuttoned. I reached out and touched different things. In one case I felt a breast, in another I felt a piece of ass. Then I felt lips and a mouth, and eyes and a nose. It seemed like I was being stripped nude and I heard the laughing giggling sounds and now my body felt the touches of hands, human hands, several of them. There were four hands. One played with my nipples, another squeezed my balls another playing with my prick and still another running threw my hair. Then thick lips pressing on mine, hot, moist and warm tongue flicking in and out of my mouth.
I was losing my mind. I couldn't believe what was going on here. It seemed like I was a member of a party of three people. The obvious one, on the bottom.
Now I felt my body completely naked.
Hands were touching my butt and balls. Now I felt my prick being squeezed by hands and my face was pressed up against something hot and hairy. What that was I had no idea at the moment. All I know is that it was all over my face, it smelled like flesh. Then I realized what it was. There was a pussy in my face. Of course, I wasn't sure who it belonged to because I was smashed out of my brains. I really didn't care who it belonged to because it seemed to taste pretty good, that was my natural instinct, just shove my tongue against the hot pussy that was pressed against me. I also felt my prick being worked on a little more violently now. It seemed that there was a mouth a long with the hands that were working at it, in addition to which my ass-hole was being blown. I felt a tongue between the cheeks of my ass. Hands were all over my body. I was being rolled about and pushed and shoved, but I never let go of that ass that was behind that pussy I had in my face. I held tightly on to the soft cheeks, as I squeezed that cunt into my face. I buried my face into the hot, moistness of it and licked and sucked and I heard the responding moans from whoever it was I was eating.
Now I felt my prick completely eaten by somebody. The hot lips and tongue were licking all over it. My root was being shaken down by some magnificent cocksucker. My ass, still being licked and now I tried to figure out how that cunt was up against my face. My hands were filled with breasts and then again I reached up for those ass cheeks. I pressed hard against them knowing that that would push the cunt clear into my face.
I sucked and lapped at that pussy until finally I felt the burst of juice flow on to my mouth. My cock was shooting forth, bursts of cream. I knew that all around me was a smell of come, my come and some other people's come. There was moaning, laughing and giggling. Finally after three or four spurts from my cock the three of us were lying on the floor.
I looked to my right and there was young Maria, completely stripped. I was beginning to be sober enough to notice what was going on. As a matter-of-fact I should say I was beginning to be sober enough to enjoy what was going on. This whole scene began to turn me on. I wondered where the hell Lottie was and now I knew. I felt arms gripping me from behind. I felt lips clamped on to my neck sucking at my skin. I knew marks would be there tomorrow, I'd have to put on a high collared shirt when I drove the cab or people would laugh at me, I assumed.
Now I felt a hand on my prick again. It was young Maria. She was putting her mouth to it. I wondered if this was something she just learned to do or if she knew this.
Anyway, my prick was being sucked once more. Now, I was being kissed on the mouth and then all of a sudden, I felt my prick let go by that mouth. I knew a cunt was easing its way on to my cock, but it wasn't Lotties because she was lying next to me, kissing me.
I looked up at the ceiling. Again it was moving. And now I looked straight ahead of me and noticed that Maria had mounted my body. She was sitting on me as though she was riding a horse. My knees were up, my feet were flat on the floor, supporting her back as she sat in the saddle. Her cunt covered my prick and she rocked up and back, driving me crazy.
I kept kissing Lottie and ran my hands up and down the smoothness of the side of her body, her smooth back, her smooth cheeks of her ass, and then I reached down for her cunt and pushed my finger up in there.
I felt her clitoris and I screwed it with my finger as best I could. My prick was busy inside of Maria's body. She was a terrific fucker this Maria. At fifteen years old, this chick really knew how to do a scene. She pinched the sides of my thighs as she slide up and down my body. She just rotated her body around in a crazy situation and drove me insane. Now she straightened her legs out next to my body and she was sitting on my prick, leaning back. When she leaned back I felt as though she would break my cock off, except it was a pleasant, moist pressure that was being placed on it too. Now I had Lottie into the same mood. My finger had done some things to her. She now was moaning and biting my lips. She was pinching the nipples of my tits and I was pinching hers and squeezing her ass. The whole thing was getting out of hand, or should I say, it was getting into hand.
All of a sudden, I felt her tense up. Now she really took a bite at my lip and as she did that her body began to quiver and shake. I knew she was coming. I held her tight and squeezed my finger right up into that pussy and stabbed for the clitoris and played with it just long enough to cause her an ejaculation. When she was in the middle of this fantastic orgasm, her sister mounted on top of my body was experiencing much the same.
However, I wasn't ready yet to come and therefore I moved Lottie up closer to me and began to kiss her globes. Her nipples were standing forth. They got harder as I sucked at them. The softness and the weight of that flesh, was too much. I squeezed it.
Now I felt the girl working at my prick. She seemed to sense I wasn't ready yet.
Then all of a sudden I lifted her clean off the ground with my ass, squeezing thy cheeks of her ass together and my muscles tensed up my body.
Now I let go with my first blast. She knew it. Maria just knew that I was pouring into her cunt. She now bounced up and down on my prick as though she were a bouncing ball.
I couldn't take the errotic pleasure of it. I was getting ready to scream.
And now Lottie applied her mouth to mine once more. All of us had completed several orgasms at this point. After the orgasms were complete, we rolled apart. I lay there on my stomach, my head on my arm. Still I was in an unreal world. The alcohol had dulled my brain.
Next thing I looked up and Maria was sitting next to me. She had lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I took a few puffs on it and began to feel rather strange.
What the hell is going on here, I thought. I felt as though I were floating and everything moved into slow motion. A few more drags on that cigarette and I was flying and then I realized what this chick had done. She'd slipped me some pot and with alcohol too, I'm going to blow my brains, but I just floated and as I floated I saw a light winding itself around my body.
I saw myself approaching these beautiful soft cheeks from behind. A bunch of clouds were in front of my face. I moved closer and closer and I looked before me. It seemed as though somebody was steering me in the direction of that magnificent ass I saw before me and now I reached out with my hands and it happened very slowly.
I spread the cheeks of that behind and finger-fucked it for a minute. It was tight and hot and then I moved my prick up close to it and began to shove against it. It was a bit of a struggle and I heard groaning as though somebody were being hurt. It seemed off in the distance.
Now somebody was pushing against my behind and I realized that the behind I was trying to get into was on a bed with pillows under its stomach, propped up at just the perfect angle for my prick to enter it.
I was being pushed very hard to enter it. A finger was up my ass. A hand was on my balls, squeezing them as they pushed me towards this behind. This magnificent rectum which I shoved at. Finally my prick slipped in there. It was tight as hell in there. It was a new experience for me. I couldn't get in, it was so tight. I fucked chicks in the ass before, but nothing this tight.
Now I shoved and pushed and pressed, and grunted and groaned and I was pissed off that it was taking me so long to get in there.
I finally got that cock all the way up into that tight ass-hole. The pressure on my prick was so great that I was afraid to move up and back, as thought the friction would hurt. Then slowly I moved back a little bit and then forward and then back. Back and forth I moved inside of that ass-hole and as I did I saw the ass-hole begin to respond.
Now I reached beneath it and grabbed for the cunt that I knew would be there, the hot, juicy, dripping cunt.
I reached up and touched her breasts. They were smaller than the ones I had touched awhile ago therefore I had assumed that it was young Maria's ass I was in but in my mind all I knew was that I was flying. This was no rape job, it wasn't giving me the same thrill of the rape job, but I was enjoying it, that hot ass and those cheeks around that ass.
I squeezed the thighs and finger-fucked the cunt. The clitoris was young, but it was available. It was not virgin. In the meantime behind me somebody was squeezing and pinching my ass, grabbing at my nipples and occasionally goosing my ass-hole.
Then I felt something new. Evidently who ever it was behind me, I was sure it was Lottie, had gotten down on her knees and spread the cheeks of my ass as I backed up out of the chicks ass in front of me.
Lottie's tongue went into my rectum and as I moved forward I went into Maria's tight ass-hole.
The more tickling I got from behind the more violent my movements came up into that ass-hole.
Now things were clearing before me. I heard the groans really specific. They were loud and clear. They were grunts. Every time I shoved that prick of mine into that ass-hole, there was. another grunt. I came moving out of it slightly and the tongue behind was busy slicking in and out of my ass-hole.
My balls were being squeezed from beneath and my thighs were being pinched. I just banged as hard as I could up into that ass. All of a sudden, I felt it. The orgasm had begun. I was spurting my juices deep up into the rectum before me. The girl moved and moaned and groaned.
I felt my prick bursting it's cream all over the place. I also felt her clitoris quivering.
Behind me I assumed Lottie was neglected, but not for long, her turn would come, if I survived this, but I began to feel as though I would pass out and as I screwed into that ass-hole for the last movement, and jerked the last bit of cream from my cock, I withdrew it and I fell back.
I was completely exhausted, shot down. This experience was too much. I was ready to sleep for a week. I slid down to the floor and passed out completely and when I awoke I was in a different position and place. I was in my bed, in the morning and wondering what the hell was going on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CRUISING
Cruising was my favorite thing, driving with my cab along the streets and looking for passengers.
My cab was like a friendly ship in the night. It was sort of a security thing on the part of the people. If I had somebody in the cab, I felt I had control over them because they were out there in the jungle, the jungle was good compare to these cities at night. All kinds of perverts like myself walked the streets.
Strange thing most cab drivers were out of it at night. They'd go to sleep and never bother to drive.
On such a night, when it was damn foggy, I got myself a young passenger. She couldn't have been sixteen years old. She got in the back of the cab and she seemed very worried about something.
"Is something wrong, lady?"
"Not really, I was a little nervous back there. I thought I was being followed."
"Is that right?" I said. "Listen, I'll call the police for you if you want and they'll check it out."
"No," she said. "I'm just glad to be off the streets and here where it's safe."
"I don't blame you," I said as I stopped for a light.
"You're sure you don't want me to call the cops, now. It's a good idea to report something like that. There might be some guy watching you."
"No, I don't think so, Mister. I'm seventeen years old, I haven't done that much for anybody to get nervous about. Why would anybody want to keep track of me."
"Gee, I don't agree with you lady, because, you're sure pretty."
"okay, Rita. We'll be at the address you want to go to in a few minutes and I don't think you'll have to worry."
"Good," she said. "I just came in from out of town this morning and I don't want to be scared here, but I must say since I've been here, I've been rather scared of it."
"Well, it's like a jungle. If you want you could sit up front here and talk to me while we drive, it's no problem. At this time of night the cops don't really check."
"Oh, that would be great," she said.
I pulled over to a curve and the girl got out. She got in the front with me.
Now the cab I had was a fairly small one. She was sitting about ten inches from me and she had a mini skirt on and her thighs were showing. They were pretty nice legs and she had on a white coat which showed the outline of her bosom, which looked rather full. She was smiling and she had brown, curly hair. She just about the typical I just got to New York, out of town type chick, but she was healthy and I liked her. There's nothing wrong with that.
Finally I got so excited that I felt like putting my hand on her knee, I did.
In one moment I said, "You know, this is one of the ugliest nights I've ever seen. It's gloomy out there. I'm just as lonely as you are."
"I bet you are. I got an impression you were. I started getting vibrations about you."
"You were, tell me what they were."
Cautiously, I moved away.
"Come on tell me, baby. I love to have astrologists form their opinion about me and what I think."
"Well, I got some vibrations that you were real lonely, sort of needed a friend, that you were tired of all dishonesty in the world, like that."
"You know something, you're right. You're beautiful right and that's the best right. Most ugly chicks are smart but you're smart and beautiful. Some chicks that are beautiful try to act smart."
"Yea, that's often the case. Some people try to impress you. It's not too bright or constructive."
"Yep, I think I'm going to like you."
"I have a couple of things in mind about you, if you want to hear about them."
"Yea," she answered.
"I get the feeling besides being lonely and scared you're looking for somebody to get close to, snuggle up with and trust."
"I guess you're right about that."
She leaned over my side of the cab. She sort of laughed as her shoulder pressed against mine.
"My God, it seems as if fate was throwing us together."
She moved closer in the cab. Now her warm thigh was against mine and as I drove along it was damn hard to concentrate.
"How long before I'm home?" die asked.
"About another fifteen minutes."
Now her hand was on my knee and as we talked I said, "You know, if you keep your hand there, I'm going to find it very painful to not try to touch you, because you're an awful exciting woman. It's unfortunate for you to leave me in this kind of physical pain, which is really what's going to happen, because you got me awful excited."
"Oh, Gee I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean that."
"How'd you know my name?" I said. "It's on the meter."
"Damn, you know I just forget that people's names are in those dopey things."
Now her hands slid up my thigh on to the outside of my pants. I felt as though electricity were going threw my legs.
"Baby, you've got pretty daring with me and I'm real uncomfortable and real anxious about this. Gee, I wish you'd let up on me because you're exciting the hell out of me."
"But I dig doing that," she said.
Now she was real close and whispering in my ear. My cock was so big I thought it was gonna bust and go right through my pants.
She whispered all kinds of things like, "Jack, don't worry about it. You're going to be alright. I won't let you go home frustrated, Jack. It's gonna be so nice for you, and that's what I want."
Her hand touched over my prick and kept me so damned excited.
I could hardly drive the cab straight. I thought I was going to have a hard time with her, but I was wrong. In a sense, she was raping me.
Now she unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants.
She reached in for my prick and pulled it out of my pants and held it in her hands. She had it completely naked. She had removed it from inside the fly.
I squeezed and hugged her very gently and she kissed my neck and whispered things, crazy things.
"If you were only naked, Jack. If you were naked I'd squeeze your balls until you screamed. I'd grab your ass. I'd pinch and bite your nipples. You're so exciting Jack."
She sucked my prick the rest of the way. She got every last drop out of me as she moved her hands up and down the root and squeezed my balls.
As I pulled up in front of her building she said, "I'm not going to stay here too long. I go to college, I'm just visiting here. I want to thank you for cruising with me."
"Cruising?" I said.
"Yea, that's what that's called, cruising."
She closed the cab door and left.
"Maybe I thought to my self maybe some day I would be able to find her and rape her. It really didn't matter.
The way this chick acted it reminded me of a cunt I used to know. This chick had the same type of globes and hips.
It was strange of me to think this way, but I did.
Maybe I was having to much sex. Maybe I was working to hard.
What the hell I probably wouldn't see her any more anyway.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LAST RAPE
One night there was a bunch of nurses calling my cab. There was about five of them. I drove them to this hospital and when I got there, a great thought entered my mind. What a great place to find material to screw. Those night shift nurses get out all hours of the night. This is my kind of scene.
The cab was to easy to find me from, that ruined the whole gig. There was no sense of force. There was no sense of excitement or accomplishment. It was a bore. Action was what I was after. More and more as I got easy action I wanted more rape type action because that's where I found my greatest excitement. So, I had made some preparations.
That day I drove my cab to a supply place. I walked in a ordered two doctors uniforms, one in blue and one in white. I noticed that the doctors around that hospital were walking around mainly in blue so it might not be natural to find one in white. I also went to a medical supply house although a couple of other things, some pens that looked perfectly doctor. I rolled these things up and put them in the trunk of the cab. I did the rest of my day scene, but I had restroom much to do.
I had met some freaks that day. One pretty black girl who got in the cab, as we drove along asked me if I wanted a blow job.
I said, "I really couldn't hear you, miss. What did you say?"
"I asked you if you wanted to get your balls blown off."
"Sure, doesn't everybody," I said.
"Well, not everybody but if you do it will cost you five dollars and let's go someplace private."
When I realized that she was serious I said, "No, I'm sorry. I'm not in the market for it today."
"What's the matter you don't like my looks enough?" she said. "You know they don't count. My head will be buried in your lap. I'll be eating your prick. Doesn't that sound exciting. Want a sample?"
"No, I think I'll hold off for a bit, but I do thank you for offering," I said.
She was pissed off. She sat back in the cab, crossed her legs and let her skirt go all the way up to her thighs and I couldn't help but look in the mirror at those legs. They turned me on. One of these days I was going to rig something in the front seat like a television camera or something, have it pointing back at that level of the seat and look up these people's dresses. That too would be exciting.
Finally about eight o'clock that night I decided to knock off and concentrate on my other scene. So I drove my cab about five blocks from the hospital and parked it. I knocked off the lights. It was a pretty dark street.
I went in the back and got my gear out and I began to change into the blue uniform. I put some pens up in my right hand corner pocket and I was ready to go.
I locked the cab up and got out of the street and started walking. As I hit the hospital I heard people start to smile and nod and do things. Some were patients, some doctors and some nurses. I walked around the hospital. It was enormous and I kept meeting and seeing and saying hello to people and I guess I did a good job because some of them even said "Good evening, Doctor." I found that very interesting and very exciting because I now had power. This was very keen in my operating procedure.
Now as I approached the corner of one of the buildings I saw two girls talking. One was a tall girl with big tits. She had a cloak on but she could just about pass for a movie star. Her friend was talking to her and just as I approached her she began to walk out toward the gates.
I said good evening to her friend and then I kept walking and finally I turned in the general direction of where she had gone to and I started to follow about a block and a half behind. I could hear the clicking sound her heels were making on the street as she went out the gates and started walking north. I did much of the same thing, but I took my time. I was about a few blocks away and then I started to close the gap. I just slowly moved in on her and closed that whole gap. She was the one that I thought would be the most satisfying, most exciting of all the ones I had seen that night.
As I followed her I began to get real excited. This was one of the things about the rape business that I liked. The idea of following somebody and they don't know, turned me on. You know precisely what you're doing and what you're doing is precisely against their will so that makes it even more exciting.
Now as I got closer and closer to her, I was about fifteen feet from her, she sort of turned around as though she expected something. When she saw me there on the street she paused.
"Oh, gee, I was getting nervous doctor. I'm glad you came along."
"Oh, what can I do for you, nurse?" I said as I walked up to her.
"I sure wish that you would walk along with me a bit. I'm a little nervous about this.
I've been trying to get a cab but there just didn't seem to be any around, you know how it is. It's ruff at the hospital with the doctors, cases and patients. We get outgoing and incoming stuff."
"Yea, it is kind of ruff," I said. "Well, why don't we walk along and I'll drop you where you're going."
"I only have six blocks to go, but I'm really nervous. Would you mind?"
"Mind? Oh, no. I wouldn't mind escorting a beautiful girl like you."
"Well, thanks doctor."
As we walked along she asked me what section I was in.
"Well, I'm gynecology, but that's only for this week."
"Oh, you're in that. That's strange. I thought Dr. Besser was the only one we had in the hospital."
"He is," I said. "But, I'm helping him out for a week and then I have to go back to obstetrics because that's my real thing."
"Oh, how interesting," she said.
As we walked along she might have become a little bit suspicious of whether I was a doctor or not because of the shit I was throwing, but it was un--likely because she seemed fairly well content and she had a safe, secure feeling being with me. I couldn't help but keep eyeing those enormous tits of hers which were exciting the hell out of me. As we came by a dark side street I said, "Oh, I thought I heard something in there."
"Well, what if you did," she said.
"Maybe somebody was following you before."
"I don't think so," she said. "Look, why don't you take a look in there."
"I'm a little worried about you nurse. There's been a lot of bad crimes. I'll take a look in that alley way, you can wait here for me if you want."
"No," she said. "I'll go with you."
We took three steps down the alley. It was sort of a side street at both ends, but still it looked like an alley.
I looked around and turned to her and said, "No problem, there's nothing here."
"I got a feeling that there wasn't."
Then I pushed her against the wall and grabbed her uniform.
I had my hand to her throat and said, "Alright, nurse. I'm going to tell you just once, just one time. I'll kill you if you cry out. Is that clear? I'm not going to hurt you, but I want you to get involved with me sexually and if you don't I'll kill you. If you cry out I'll kill you. I'm a karate expert and I'm warning you that I will be forced to kill you if you scream. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she said. "Please don't hurt me."
"No, I'm not going to hurt you. Now what I want you to do first is get out of that uniform. I'll hold your cloak."
"Oh, do I have to get undressed?" she said.
"I'm afraid so, miss. This is rape alright."
"You're not really a doctor?" she said.
"Well, I might be a doctor," I said. "But that's not really significant now, is it?"
"No, it isn't," she said.
"Now, stop moving or I'm going to have to hurt you."
"Please don't."
I noticed on the pin that she wore on her blouse her name was Donna. As she undressed I called her that and she really got frightened.
"You know me," she said.
"Yes, I do, Donna. I know where to get you if you talk. Now take that damn uniform off and hurry."
She unzipped the back of her uniform and let it drop to the floor. The whiteness of it got dirty the minute it hit the street.
Underneath she had a slip, a slip and a bra.
"Just a minute, I'll help you with that."
I reached across and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. They were beautiful, full globes. They were gorgeous, the kind of tits that you could bury your face in and just kiss them all night long.
"Why are you so ashamed?" I asked her.
"Ashamed of what?" she said.
"Your body. It's beautiful. Be proud of it. Do you have a boyfriend or husband."
"I have some boyfriends, but not a husband."
"okay," I said as I reached behind her and unhooked the bra.
I turned loose those two enormous globes of flesh. They were really pretty and I dug them. I kissed them.
"okay, take off your slip and panties."
She did so and with her panties went the garter belt and stockings. She stepped out of them on to the bare street.
Now she was completely naked and beautiful.
I kissed her and held her in ray arms and squeezed her butt. I realized how soft and creamy she was as big as she was.
I threw the cloak over her shoulders and said, "See, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm very considerate. Now, I want you to get down on your knees and start to lick my prick."
"I won't do it," she said. "You're out of your mind."
"You'll do it and while you're doing it you'll squeeze my prick between your two tits."
Frightened, she got down on her knees and did exactly what I said.
She wrapped the two big globes around my prick and began to move them back and forth.
My prick was so hard, stiff and excited by this whole event that what she did didn't hurt. All I knew was when she touched me I would come.
I put my hand behind her neck and pressed her head down on to my prick. I could see that she was going to be a total unwilling customer when it came to eating me, and that pissed me off because I felt she owed it to me. After all, I was going to spare her, if not hurt her. That was a pretty big thing. I wasn't worried if they'd find me or not. I just as soon that they would, and I was ready to go right across the boarder the first week after this happened.
I was getting one hell of a good blow job, now, even though I had to force her real bad.
She gagged on my cock the first few times.
I shoved it in her mouth as I pressed her head.
Her round globes were touching my prick now. This was too much for me. I thought I was gonna flip. I could hardly control myself. I was really working out on her, and she was one of the most exciting broads I ever did see in my life. I probably could have come maybe by just starring at her. Well, maybe not really, but she was a damned exciting broad.
Now as she squeezed me tight between her tits, I pulled her down and got her head on my cock again good.
I shoved my prick way down in her throat and blew my load. I blasted the cream in her throat and she cried. I could see the tears running down her This was my kind of thing. I loved it. The more frightened and scared and insecure they were, the better I liked it. Because most anything the chick does to me turns me on, it's really great. Take them by force and it screws my insides in right. I don't know why, I'm not a psychiatrist, it just does.
Belt after belt of come went down her throat and the tears were rolling down her face.
When I was threw, I shook my prick off on to her tits and she begged me not to do anymore to her. It was really humiliating.
I held her in my arms under the cap and squeezed her naked body.
"You know, it could be humiliating for you, but it's beautiful for me and maybe you didn't like it and didn't want to do it but it was beautiful and don't sell it short for anything else. It was sheer beauty.
I wasn't threw with this chick yet. I made up my mind that I liked her too much. She was too soft, too easy to fuck.
So I just told her, "Look, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm going to go and I don't want you to talk. okay, Donna? You see, you'll make it all bad if you talk and I'll come back and strangle you or give you a karate chop and pierce your neck. I hate to do that because you're so beautiful. I don't want to waste you."
"What do you want me to do?" she said. "Please, hurry up. I can't take much more of this. I can't control myself under this strain."
"Whether you scream now or later it don't matter. You won't live to see tomorrow, I guarantee it."
"Oh, please," she said.
I told her to put her hands on the wall and spread her legs as far as she could.
She did this in the alley. She stood there as if she were going to be felt by a policeman.
I lifted up the cap and felt her twat. I spread her legs a little bit more and I told her to hang on there and don't move, or I'd have to really do something bad.
Now I entered her from behind. I shoved my long, prick into her hot cunny and as I pushed and released it, pushed and released, I thought to myself what a great fuck she was. She definitely got excited because die was moving in response to me now.
I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and I fucked her good.
I shoved my finger up her ass once and she really gasped. I reached around her body and squeezed those beautiful globes that hung there. They were so beautiful, I didn't want to let them go. It's just the kind of chick, the kind of body I could have married right then. It's just that I wasn't ready for that moment in time and I also doubted that this nurse, educated, smart and pretty would marry a creep like myself, a crazy animal who couldn't control himself.
Now I fucked deep up into that cunt. I felt her clitoris grabbing me and twisting my prick in moist, hot pain.
I loved it. I shot up in there. As I did, I squeezed those nipples real tight and they grew right in my palms.
I whispered her names a few times and bent over and even kissed her on the back. My hands held the cheeks of her ass, and squeezed her tits. It was a good lay, one of the best I ever had.
Finally as I creamed I could see her crying, almost uncontrolably.
"You're going to make me pregnant," she said.
"What do you mean? A nurse like you hasn't got the brains to do something about that kind of thing?"
I was pissed off now. I drove my prick up as hard as I could. I really banged in there. I couldn't really care less about the pleasure anymore, I'd had it now. The first three blasts did that for me. The orgasm was complete and nice. I made sure that every last drop went deep up into her cunt.
As I withdrew from her pussy from behind, I gave her a good slap on her butt.
She turned around real fast.
I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her on the mouth, long and deep.
She returned my kiss. She was still a little bit excited. I think she had completed her orgasm.
I squeezed her tit gently and fingered her cunt a little bit.
She cryed in my arms. I had gotten her excited, my plan worked again.
Now as she was finished crying, I kissed her once more.
"I want you to know something, you're a pretty girl. If I wasn't so sick and fucked up I would come back and I'd see you, but I am sick and fucked up and that's highly un--likely. So, I thank you for what you've done for me."
She looked at me in rage and said, "I haven't done anything for you. You forced me. You took me, you animal. I hate you."
"okay, Donna," I said. "Give me your cloak."
She gave me the cloak. I dropped it on the ground with the rest of her clothes and I took off into the alley. I heard her crying and getting dressed. I knew she wouldn't talk. She was too scared, too fucked up. This whole scene was too new to her for her to comprehend it so quickly.
So, my decision was the next night I would return to the same place. Not Lottie and Maria, nobody could stop me from coming back. It turned me on. It made me feel as though I were getting a bargain. I had authority at the same time as I was fucking and rapping.
So, I did return. That night I waited on a different corner of the hospital to make sure that if Donna was on she didn't notice me. I waited a little bit outside of the hospital grounds. I didn't want to take the freedom of walking around. There was plenty of nurses coming out. Then, just as I stood there I saw three nurses talking. All three of them split up and walked in different directions.
I picked one of medium height and began to follow her. I waited a good five minutes away from the hospital before I made my approach.
Now I walked up to this nurse, and as she approached the street corner I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into an alley nearby.
"Alright, lady," I said. "Now. don't scream out. I'm going to make you do some things to me. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Oh, please, sir don't hurt me. I'm so young. I'm only sixteen."
"You got a nurses uniform on, how could you be sixteen?"
"Oh, I'm not a nurse. I'm a nurses aide, please don't hurt me."
"Look, I won't hurt anybody. I just want some sex and it's not going to be a big deal for you to give it to me. I'm not going to do anything violent or vicious. I figure the less you talk, I won't have to kill you. I just want to play around with you a little bit, okay?"
"Please, don't hurt me."
I pulled her up toward the wall and put my hand over her throat.
"Well I'm just going to warn you once, if you cry out, I'm going to kill you. I know karate."
"You do?" she said. "Oh, my goodness, I'm afraid of you."
"You damn well better be. Now take off your dress. I want some action. I want it now and I'm not going to wait."
All of a sudden a shearing pain shot threw my throat and my stomach began to hurt, and then my shins and the next thing you know I was on the floor.
These broads who had just been pulled into an alley were standing over me with a gun, the small one pointing at me.
"Alright, buster. Get up. You're under arrest."
"What is this?" I said.
"This is called a lady cop."
She now put her hand to her mouth and blew a wild silent like so I was scared to death. It was just a put on. What the hell was going on here?
As I crawled to my knees die put her foot on my shoulder and kicked me down again.
"Never mind getting up. Stay there on the floor and I'll shoot you right in your damned head. So, you're the karate raper. Big shot, huh?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm talking about that nurse last night. I'm talking about some chicks on the street a couple of weeks ago. I'm talking about you, buster. We're going to lock you up."
I put my head on my hands and I looked down on the ground and said, "Thank God."
Within five minutes two patrol cars pulled up after two policemen had arrived on foot. I just had to make the attack before they could arrest t me, they'd been following me.
I was thrown in the back of the car between two big officers and behind another car followed us. At the station they looked at me as though I was some kind of sick freak.
"Well, Jack the Raper we pulled your papers from way back. You're not a well boy, Jack. And to think that you were raised at Boro Boys School too, most of the guys who get out of there play it straight. Those nuns usually take care of guys like you pretty good. I guess you slipped threw. You're one of the bad apples. I don't know how to describe some kind of a nut like you.
Well, as it turned out, unfortunately, I wound up back in an institution. This time it was a penal type. I couldn't get out. I was committed until cured and then if I was cured I'd have to stay on trial for so many crimes, because they didn't feel that I was totally incapable of knowing what I was doing. They did claim that I was perverted and fifty other things. All the chicks in my trial, even Lottie was there, crying uncontrollably. Not because she had lived with me, but because I was no longer going to be around and I at least treated her good. I really had done a job on her in the beginning. She was basically a criminal anyhow. I'm going to spend a lot of years in this institution and I'll think back to all the good times I had. I added them all up and realized the thrill of rape which most people never get to do.
That's when I decided that I was pretty lucky, that I had a pretty good chance and things weren't as bad as they could have been. I sort of dug it as a matter-of-fact, especially that last rape. Boy, that Donna was a smooth chick, those tits, those beautiful big tits. I wonder what the hell Jimmy Sylvester would say when
I also wonder about Karl Harris, my old friend from Boro Boys School. I wonder if he had as good a time as I did. Too bad I got caught. In a way I'm glad I did because I was sick, but I must admit, I had a good time. I just hope that good old Carl could say the same thing about himself. I hope he didn't end up in an institution like I did.
Poor Lottie. It is for her that I feel the worst. I will think about all the excitement she brought me, her and that kid sister of hers, Maria. Lottie always understood and will always be that way. I'm sorry that I had to hurt her. I did love her in my own crazy way. I know she cared for me. I would have married her if it wasn't for the thrills that rape brought to me.
I have to say it, rape is good. I don't know how long I'll be in this place, but I don't care. I had a good time. I had a hell of a time with every chick that sat in that courtroom. I fucked them all good. I showed them my authority and I forced them against their will, that was the game of rape. I didn't care what the consequences were. I just had to play that I'm glad I did, too. It's not every guy who could say that he was Jack the Raper. It's not every guy who knows the meaning behind the word rape. I knew what it meant. I experienced it and it was good, every last second of it was good, and I wouldn't trade my memories for the world.
