Motorcycle gangs are a new phenomenon which is spreading all across this country. These gangs have no respect for the laws of the land, and they ride hard and fast, speeding down the highways of America. Wherever they go, they bring violence and destruction.
What makes someone become a member of a gang? No one can say for sure. The background of gang members varies. Some were raised in poverty, while others are the products of the finest education that money can buy.
The one bond that united them all is their contempt for material possessions, and their love of violence and sex. The motorcycle gang is primarily a male dominated society. Women are treated as second class citizens.
Almost universal contempt for females exists among the members of a motorcycle gang. Women are holes. They are good for sexual pleasure, and nothing else. The members of a gang treat females as though they were pleasure machines. Gang rape is a very common way in which they find sexual release.
This books is a study of a gang that operates out of Greenwich Village, in New York City. The Daredevils are typical of many of the motorcycle gangs that operate on the East Coast. Their members are cruel and scornful of all social taboos. Even the bonds of the family mean nothing to them. Incest is a commonplace occurrence. Rape is a ritual with them. And above all. forced sex is their favorite way to pleasure.
This is a novel of sexual perversion. It is a novel of victims and oppressors. Women who secretly want to be victimized are attracted to the gang. They come of their own free will but they cry when they learn that the Daredevils are not romantic heroes, but crazy gangsters.
CHAPTER ONE
Richard was a big boy of nineteen. His eyes were dark and angry, and his thick black hair was twisted all across his forehead in knots and curls. When he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder. When people saw him, they usually tried to walk the other way. He was an angry young man, and he had led a violent life. His body and face were covered with cuts and lacerations, which were a testimony to his wildness and his anger.
Richard had learned early in life that he had to be tough in order to survive. He had been brought up in the slums of New York City, and every day was a struggle just to survive. When he was nine years old his father and mother had deserted him, and he was sent to an orphanage where he spent the next six years of his life. At fifteen, he enlisted in the Marines, faking his age. His hands were hard and calloused, and his soul was covered with moral decay. Richard lost the ability to be tender. The only thing that he knew, and the only thing that he understood was violence.
At nineteen, he had been through a lot. He had seen men killed in battle, and he had seen how cheap human life really was. He had learned one lesson in the Army, which he never forgot. A man needed to be hard. It didn't pay to give anyone a chance. In battle you strike hard and you kill.
When Richard was discharged from the Army, he spent a little time in San Francisco doing odd jobs. He pumped gas for awhile, and he worked in a supermarket, and he even got a job in an office selling real estate. But none of these positions meant anything to him. They didn't give him any satisfaction. What Richard wanted more than anything was to be free, and to live without bonds and chains. He hated the ordinary life which most people accepted. He didn't want to live in a nice house in the suburbs, with a dog and a wife and a couple of children. It was a drag.
Ever since he was young, Richard had been fascinated by the motorcycle, and he was an expert mechanic. With the money he saved up in the army, he bought himself a good, rugged bike and he drove across country, from San Francisco to New York City. He hung around awhile, and soon he developed contacts, joining a club of cycle freaks. He rode in a pack and in no time he rose to be the leader of the Daredevils, a gang that operated from a small clubhouse in Greenwich Village. The rode hard, and they drank hard, and they fought hard.
"You got to fight to stay alive," Richard was fond of saying. "If you rest for a second, you're doomed. The bastards are out to get you. There's a whole world of bastards out there, and they 're all waiting with knives and guns. To stay alive, is to strike first."
The Daredevils were a relatively peaceful gang, in spite of their violent credo. If people left them alone, they left people alone. They did odd jobs to support themselves, and they mostly just drank beer and hung around then-clubhouse watching the pretty girls walk by.
One day, a young coed from a nearby university happened to walk by the Daredevil's headquarters. Richard was sitting on the stoop, smoking a cigarette. Willie the Weasel, who was the number two man was drinking a can of malt liquor. Willie was a wild man, with a long, scraggly beard, and a shrunken chest that caved in. He looked sickly, and he spoke in a mild mannered voice.
"Hey, look at the chick," said Willie, when he saw the girl walk by.
She was wearing a pair of tight bell bottom jeans that clung to her soft, supple figure. She had a large, voluptuous bosom. Underneath her black sweater, she wasn't wearing a brassiere, so that her nipples stood out against the thin fabric of the black garment. She swung her ass in a provocative manner, and her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in neat, round curls. She was carrying a bunch of books under her arms, and she walked slowly and deliberately.
"Hi baby," said Willie the Weasel. "You need a little lift."
The girl turned to him and smiled. "You're just a runt," she said. "I'll bet that you're impotent."
"You bitch...."
The girl laughed, as she strolled down the street. For the next couple of days she appeared at the same time, and no matter who was on the stoop, she always found an insulting word for them.
"Why don't you guys get a shave," she would say. "You guys look like a bunch of pack rats."
The girl's name was Pricilla and she lived down the block with two girl friends. She was eighteen years of age, and a freshman in college. She was the daughter of rich parents and all of her life she got whatever she wanted from them. She was used to manipulating people, and she enjoyed putting people down.
"I don't know why I don't like those Daredevils," she would say to her roommates. "But there's something about them that gets me absolutely angry. I hate the way they just sit around on the stoop all the time. Why don't they go out and get a job and work someplace."
"You better watch out," Pricilla had been warned. "If you keep messing with them, they're going to get you. Those guys don't fool around. They're tough."
"I'm really scared," laughed Pricilla. "I can handle those monkeys any day. You know who interests me the most? It's that guy Richard who's the leader of that rat pack. I sure would like to clip his wings. It seems he could amount to something if only he was in the right hands.
Pricilla liked to control people. She especially enjoyed molding men. It had always been her dream to take a completely worthless individual and turn him into something worthwhile. From that standpoint, Richard looked like a prime specimen for her experimentation. In spite of his rough, wild appearance, there was something about him which made her go wild. She was sexually attracted by him, and often she would close her eyes and wonder what he felt like in bed. After a shower, she would rub up her cunt, dreaming about his wild, hard fingers.
I'm going to get him," she said to herself. "I won't let that fish get away. He's a real man. There are so few real men left in the world. If he's a little crazy, it doesn't matter. I'll reform him and make him what I want him to be."
With that idea in mind, Pricilla kept walking by the club headquarters waiting for a chance to talk to Richard alone. It was a warm, balmy day in June when such an opportunity presented itself to her. Richard was sitting all my himself on the stoop, sipping a can of soda pop, listening to his transistor radio. He was wearing leather pants, a blue, denim jacket, and hobnailed boots. His eyes were cold blue, and he stared with a disinterested attitude at the sky above. Wispy clouds rolled in and out from the east.
"Hi, rat face," said Pricilla, in a tone that was both harsh and gentle at the same time.
"Shove off bitch," replied Richard, spitting out into the gutter. He looked at Pricilla's smooth white skin. She was wearing a blue hot pants outfit that clung to the shapely curves of her voluptuous body. Her hair glistened in the bright sun. She wore round, dark sun glasses around her eyes.
"You really want me to go?" asked Pricilla. "I like you. Do you mind if I sit down and talk to you?"
"It's a free world," said Richard. "If you want to sit, then sit. I won't chase you away."
"Are you mad at me?" asked the girl.
"I'm not mad at you," laughed Richard. "But the Weasel is boiling mad. I wouldn't tangle with him. He's cut up girls for much less than what you did. He doesn't like the way you keep insulting him all the time."
"I'm just fooling around," replied Pricilla. "I really don't mean any of it."
"Don't lie. I know that you can't stand him. You can't stand any of us."
"Then why am I talking to you?" asked Pricilla.
"Because you're fascinated by bikers," replied Richard. "You're afraid of us, and at the same time you're fascinated by us. All women are the same. They walk by our headquarters, and they wiggle their little tails and they think that we're supposed to go crazy or something. I can't stand women. They're such damn bitches. They think that they're more important than anything. I would trade a million women, for a good, reliable bike."
"What about me?" asked Pricilla. "Do you think that I'm arrogant?"
"You're like all the rest," laughed Richard. "You're no different. What you need is a nice beating on your ass. That ought to bring you to your senses."
For no reason at all, Pricilla started to shiver. She couldn't explain the wildness that overwhelmed her. She felt aroused and her cunt seethed with raw sexual desire. She began to moan heavily. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed. Her forehead began to sweat, and her loins ached madly.
"What's the matter?" asked Richard. "You look kind of strange. You look like you're going to faint."
"It must be the heat," said Pricilla.
"No, don't lie to me," laughed the boy. "It's not the heat. That's not what's bothering you. I've noticed the way you look at me. You feel aroused, don't you?"
"Of all the nerve," cried Pricilla. "You have no right to talk to me that way. I happen to be a lady, and I don't like your insinuations."
"So shove off," laughed Richard. "You're just like all the rest. You think that you're hot shit, don't you. Well there are dozens of better looking women in this berg, and they sell for much cheaper. I don't like the way you put on airs. If you want to be my girl, you better watch yourself. Remember who the boss is."
"Who says that I want to be your girl?" asked Pricilla. "The only reason that I talk to you is because I feel sorry for you. You seem so lost and lonely, like you're looking for someone to help you out."
"I'm not lonely," replied Richard. "I got my friends, and I can depend on every one of them. They would lay down their lives for me, as I would lay down my life for them. We've got brotherhood, and that's the most important thing in the whole world. If you want to know who's lost, then I'll tell you."
"Who?" asked Pricilla. "You think that you're better off than I am? You think that your life is better than mine?"
"I sure do, baby," replied Richard. "I got my bike and my freedom. I come and go as I please. Nobody tells me what to do. If I want to go somewhere, I get on my bike and I'm off. That's what you call freedom. What have you got?"
"Stability," said Pricilla. "I've got stability and I've got substance. That's more important than freedom. I always see you hanging out on the stoop, drinking beer. Do you think that's what freedom is all about?"
Richard looked at the girl's moist red lips. He felt aroused and he could feel fire in his loins. His cock started to stiffen and soon it grew into a full blown erection. It strained against his pants, pushing wildly and madly. Richard could feel himself quivering all over. His mouth was dry, and he had a lump in his throat.
Suddenly, without warning, he took the girl's hand he began to tickle her palms in an obscene manner. She could have pulled away, and she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead she sat down close beside him, and she brushed her warm cheeks against his face.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
"Yeah," replied Richard. "Sure I want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you from the first time that I saw you. You're a real hot bitch. You turn me on, like nobody turns me on."
'That's good to hear," whispered Pricilla, as she pressed her mouth to his. She could feel his long, lascivious tongue push through her lips and teeth, into her warm oral cavity. Her saliva mingled with his, and they rubbed their tongues together. Richard pressed his mouth hard against hers, and he began to rub her neck and her back.
"Wow, that sure feels good," cried Pricilla.
"Let's go inside," said Richard. "We got a nice big bed in the back room that's big enough for the two of us."
"No," said the girl. "I don't want to go."
"Why not?" asked Richard.
"Because I don't want to," said Pricilla adamantly. "I don't even know you. I mean, you really are just a stranger to me. Why the hell should I hop into bed with you?"
Richard was getting very, very angry. He didn't like the way this bitch was leading him on, and then refusing to put out. She was a cock teaser and he never cared for that type. He watched as she got up from the stoop and started to walk away. Suddenly, as fast as a wildcat, Richard reached out and he grabbed hold of her hand and he started to squeeze it real hard, almost to the breaking point.
"Let go," Pricilla screamed. "You're hurting me.
"Come on baby," said Richard. "I want you to come with me. I'm taking you into the clubhouse, so that the two of us can just have a little fun."
"You bastard," screamed Pricilla. "I told you, I don't want to go with you. I wouldn't go to bed with you, if you were the last man in the world."
"I'm not asking you," said Richard, in a cold, angry voice. "I'm not asking you what you want to do. I'm telling you that you're going to come with me and you better not try to get smart or anything, because it ain't very healthy."
"What are you going to do? Rape me?" asked Pricilla.
"If I have to," replied Richard. "Me and the gang have done it before. There are plenty of bitches just like you who think that they can tease and tease and still get away with it. It might work with those pansies that you go to school with, but it doesn't work when you're dealing with bikers. We're tough. We don't really think a whole lot about woman. We don't care about chivalry and that other romantic crap."
"You're a beast," screamed Pricilla. "You know, you're a real beast."
"Now, you're getting the idea," replied Richard. "Now you understand perfectly. Just last night me and the Weasel, and another guy raped this real beautiful girl near the parking lot at the shopping center on Broadway. She was a real good looking chick, and she turned us on. She thought that she could play with us, but she soon found out different."
"You raped a girl," asked Pricilla.
"Yeah," replied Richard, licking his tongue. "She couldn't have been older than fourteen or fifteen. Her name was Judy, and she was coming on real strong. You know, she asked us to give her a ride on our motorcycles, and she was flirting with all of us, and she started kissing us and squeezing her boobs in our face. She was ready to do everything, except what counted."
"What do you mean?" asked Pricilla.
"You know what I mean," replied Richard. "She was playing the whole mess of us for fools. She didn't want to fuck us. We asked her real nice, and she said that she didn't like the idea of getting gang banged. It wasn't her style."
"So what happened?" asked Pricilla, frightened.
"Well, we beat her up a little bit." There was a broad grin all across Richard's face, showing two broken front teeth. His hands were still tightly gripped around Pricilla's wrist and he made her sit down on the stoop, next to him. She saw that there was no point in trying to get away.
"You see," continued Richard. "We had to teach this girl a lesson. She can't just do what the hell she wants. We don't like it when girls fool around with us. It makes us very, very angry."
"So you raped her?"
"Yes, we raped her," replied Richard. "It's a very cruel world, and it don't pay to mess around. The Daredevils are a tough gang. Me and the Weasel and the Philadelphia Kid dragged her down to the parking lot. We ripped off her mini-skirt, and her panties and ripped this blazing pink silk blouse off her tits.
"She had great tits, too," continued Richard. "I've got to say this-I certainly felt a little sorry for her when I saw her breasts, so beautiful and white, because I knew they'd be a mess by the time we finished with her."
"Didn't she scream?" asked Pricilla. "Didn't someone come to help?"
"Hell, no," answered Richard. "I guess we were lucky at that, but we usually watch out for cops before we get ourselves into a rape scene. Also, in most of the places we choose, cops either don't exist or are afraid of us."
"The parking lot where we went that day was empty, anyway, and we were in between some cars, gagging the girl before we ever fucked her."
"Holy shit, Richard," moaned Pricilla, "didn't she even try to get away from you?"
"Of course she tried," smiled Richard. "But it didn't do much good. I mean, imagine yourself in the same situation, Pricilla. Try to think of yourself with three pretty burly guys, and then ask yourself again if escape would be possible."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," mumbled Pricilla. "I wouldn't have much chance, even against you."
"That's right, sweetheart," laughed Richard. "But don't worry about that yet."
"I won't," answered Pricilla. "Just finish your story."
"Nothing to finish. The three of us, well, we fucked the living daylights out of her. She tried to fight us, but we punched her in her mouth and in her eyes, till she just didn't have anymore fight left in her."
"Did you enjoy fucking her?" asked Pricilla.
"I loved it," said Richard. "So did the other guys. We all loved fucking her. She had the juiciest cunt in the whole world. She was wet as a bitch in heat. You should have seen the way she moved her little ass when I rammed my shaft into her. She was hopping up and down, like she was sitting on a bed of pins and needles."
"You're disgusting," screamed Pricilla. "I would have kicked you in the balls, if I had been in a similar position."
"We would have killed her," snarled Richard. "The Weasel don't take to girls who kick him in the nuts. Once a girl did it to him, so he poured acid in her face. She didn't look so pretty after that."
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Pricilla suddenly. "Are you going to torture me? Are you going to beat me, and pour acid in my face."
"No baby," smiled Richard. "I won't harm a hair on your head if you'll be nice and cooperative. You just be a nice girl and I'll treat you like a queen. As soon as you start acting like a bitch, I'll start getting angry. Then you'll be in a lot of trouble. You dig?"
Pricilla nodded. She felt like a little child as Richard led her by her hands up the stairs and into the clubhouse of the Daredevil Motorcycle Pack. Actually, the place was a decrepit five room apartment on the second floor of an old tenement. There was garbage on the floor, and flies and cockroaches walked around the place in complete freedom.
"You live here?" asked Pricilla. "This place looks like a junk heap."
"But it's home to me," laughed Richard. "And I'm very happy with it."
"Do you want to stay here all your life?" asked Pricilla.
"How the hell should I know," replied Richard. "I like to move around a lot. As soon as I get bored with this scene, I'll find myself something that's more compatible. Meanwhile, I like this place and I like my friends. It's home to me."
"What about the Weasel?" said Pricilla. "You like him too?"
"Sure, he's loyal," replied Richard. "He may be a little wierd, but that's all right with me. Everyone's got a problem. The important thing is that he's nice and dependable. I know that when I get into a jam, hell fish me out. I can count on that."
Pricilla listened to Richard, and she felt afraid inside. In the beginning she thought that she was dealing with ordinary boys. She had thought that she could control them. She had thought that she could make them do what she wanted them to do. But now she realized that she was wrong.
The bikers weren't ordinary tough guys that she could twist around her finger. They were a different breed, a more violent breed. In their society, women belonged in an inferior position. They didn't subscribe to the modern credo of romance. They weren't chivalrous or polite. They were wild pagans, and the bike and the open road were more important than anything to them.
"In another age," Richard said to her suddenly. "We would ride like Mongols, plundering and stealing and killing and raping."
"That's why people are afraid of bikers," said Pricilla. "You're a violent mob."
"If they stay out of our way, we don't do them any harm," replied Richard. "It's only when they get smart, and they think that they can mess with us that they get their faces bashed in. We aren't afraid of anything. We aren't scared of any man."
Pricilla cringed when she heard those words. She felt as though her insides were melting. Her soul was aflame with hot passions. She wanted to completely submit to this wild animal who stood in front of her. He seemed so strong and so sure of himself. She felt like a little child, shivering in her panties. Her cunt was wet and juicy, and her thighs trembled and quivered.
"Let's go," said Richard. 'The bedroom is this way. You'll find that it's nice and cozy."
Pricilla followed him in like a good little kitten. There was no longer any resistance left in her body. She just felt a vague, gnawing ache in her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed, pressing against her tight brassiere.
Richard closed the door behind them, and he made the girl sit down on the bed. He watched her as she shivered. Then, without any warning he opened up his fly, and pulled his long, hard cock out of his pants. Pricilla stared at it, as though she was staring at a shrine. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. It was at least nine inches long, and it was thick and succulent.
"You like it?" asked Richard. "There isn't a girl in the whole world that doesn't get turned on by my cock."
"Can I touch it?" asked Pricilla. "May I touch your cock."
"Sure, that's what it's here for," replied Richard, as he unbuckled his leather pants, and rolled them off. Underneath he was only wearing a pair of white jockey shorts. He rolled over, exposing his genitals.
"Ooooooh . . . " sighed Pricilla, trying hard to catch her breath. She had never been so aroused by the sight of a naked man. She watched as he rolled off his jacket and his shirt, so that he was completely naked, except for his hobnailed boots. He walked around like a king, with his head high in the air. His hands were hard and muscular, and his chest was covered with curly locks of hair.
Pricilla walked over and she grabbed his exposed phallus in her hands. She started to stroke it and rub it in a deliberately provocative manner. She pinched the tip of his penis, and she patted it, and slapped it with her soft, smooth white fingers. She manipulated his testicles, until the long, semi-soft penis stiffened and hardened into a full blown erection.
"You got one hell of a beautiful cock," she said. "You got the most beautiful cock in the whole world. You know what I want to do?"
"What?" asked Richard.
"I want to bend over it and kiss it and suck it, and bite it so that you scream like a mad dog." The girl was trembling as she spoke. This was the first honest thing that she had said the whole afternoon. This was the first honest thing that she had said all of her life.
"So you suck?" asked Richard.
"No," replied the girl. "I've never sucked anyone's cock before in my whole life. I've had plenty of offers, but I always thought that it wasn't sanitary. Now I changed my mind. I think that it would be a wonderful experience."
The girl bent over Richard and she swallowed his phallus into her mouth. She laved it with her tongue, lubricating it with her thick, wet saliva. She massaged the tip with her round, red lips. She bit on his tender flesh with her teeth, and with her gums. She was a little awkward at first, because she had never administered a blow-job before. This was her first time, although it probably wouldn't be her last time.
Pricilla bit into his cock with all her might, until the biker finally screamed at the tip of his lungs. His face was twisted with pain, and he was shivering all over.
"Hey," he said. "Why the hell don't you take it easy. I don't want you to damage the goods. My cock is very, very sensitive. I don't like the way you bite into it like it was a frankfurter that you can buy off of some street vendor. Try to be a little more careful."
"I'm sorry," said the girl, brushing back her long, flowing blonde locks. "Maybe it would be better if I get undressed. I don't feel comfortable, with all of my clothes on. It makes me feel cheap."
"All right," laughed the gang leader. "Get that hot pants outfit off."
The girl complied readily. She gave his cock one last, loving kiss and then she got up off of her knees. Richard sat down on the bed and watched as she stripped. First she unbuttoned her gray and black blouse, folding it carefully over the side of a wooden chair. Then she reached behind her and she undid her white brassiere, slipping the shoulder straps across her arms. She waited a second, finally pulling off the cups of her brassiere, exposing her milky white breasts.
"Shit!" exclaimed Richard. "You've got the biggest pair of boobs that I ever did see. They're so beautiful and they're so perfectly white that I just want to roll over and jump for joy."
Pricilla smiled happily. She was proud of her physical endowments. She had a high, round bosom and she liked to entice men. She could see that Richard was beginning to dribble from his mouth. His cock was throbbing and pumping, as though it had a life that was all its own.
The girl started to massage her breasts in a provocative manner. She brushed them with her fingers and then with her smooth, soft palms. All the while she was dancing around the room, gyrating her hips and her pelvis. She swayed back and forth, like a cheap gutter tramp. She felt as though she had suddenly been transformed, she had become a different woman. She could no longer control her sexual passions, she was being swallowed up by her own heat, and she felt very, very good about the whole thing. She was thrilled, right down to her marrow.
"Come on," said Richard, slapping his thighs. "Stop fucking around, bitch. Get your clothes off."
"In a second," said the girl.
"Do it now," growled Richard. "I'm going to teach you how to take orders. You've got to learn how to listen to a man. The trouble nowadays is that too many women wear the pants around the house."
"Yes," said Pricilla. "That's true. That's why I like you. You're not like my other boyfriends. You're not afraid of me. I hate men that are afraid of me. I can't respect any of them. All my life I've been looking for a man that I could respect. All my life I've been searching for a man that I could admire."
"So move your ass," screamed Richard. "I'm tired of waiting so long for you to strip naked. My cock hungers for your cunt. I want to fuck you till you go crazy."
The girl unclasped the bottom of her hot pants outfit, rolling the tight shorts over her buttocks and her creamy white thighs, letting them fall in a puddle at her ankles. She picked the gray pants up and she folded them neatly over the side of the chair, next to her blouse.
Now she was only wearing a pair of black silk panties that were stained at the crotch. Richard could see the lips of her cunt through the thin, flimsy undergarment. He was filled with desire. The whole room was filled with the smell of Pricilla's wet pussy.
"Come on," screamed Richard. "I can't stand it any longer."
"What do you want?" asked Pricilla, playing hard to get.
"I want your cunt," replied Richard.
"How badly?"
"I want it real bad," said the boy, shaking his legs in an obscene manner. "Come on, get those panties off so that I can get me a good look."
Pricilla could see that Richard was anxious. That made her glad. She liked to entice her men. She liked to keep them hanging. She liked to see them struggling, like wild beasts in a cage.
"Here we go," she said, licking her lips with her tongue. She grabbed the elastic waistband of her black silk panties and she tugged gently on them, rolling them over the hump of her belly, across the roundness of her sweet, white buttocks. She pulled the stained panties across her creamy white thighs, past the smoothness of her shapely calves, down to her ankles.
"Voila.. . " she exclaimed, as she turned around and around, just like a model, displaying her goods. "Do you like what you see?"
"I like it real fine," said Richard, staring first at her long legs, and then at her high breasts.
"Let me have your panties," he said suddenly.
"What are you going to do with them?" asked the girl.
"I'm going to smell them," he replied. "I just love to smell a woman's panties. It's a little habit that I developed from when I was living in the orphanage. There was a middle aged woman who worked there, who liked me a lot. She used to take me into bed with her whenever she had the chance. She would make me put my face between her legs and smell her cunt. Sometimes she would throw her panties into my face, and make me smell them. She was around forty years old, but she could never get enough of a good thing. She was the hottest bitch that I ever did see."
"You sure led an interesting life," smiled Pricilla, as she threw her panties to Richard. He picked them up and he pressed them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the sweet feminine scent that emanated from the thin, wet undergarment. He licked the crotch, and he kissed it and bit into it, sucking out every drop of juice that he could extract.
His head was swimming in circles. His eyes were going round and round. He had never felt like this in his entire life. He was aroused with wild, hungry passions. He could feel his balls and his cock quivering and trembling. His mouth was dry and parched, and his underarms were beginning to sweat.
"Did you like the way my panties smelled?" asked Pricilla.
"Yes," replied Richard. "I loved the way your panties smelled. They were all covered with pussy juice. You sure do get wet."
"I'm always wet," laughed Pricilla. "I suppose that I might as well tell you everything that there is to know about me. At the mere sight of a man, I get all wet in my cunt. Sometimes I walk in the street, and I'm shaking all over. I love men who wear tight pants. I like to look at their crotch, to see if they've got a hard-on or not."
"You're quite a gal," laughed Richard.
"You want to look at my cunt?" asked Pricilla, as she wiggled her behind in a provocative manner. Her breasts jiggled up and down, and her hips and thighs were swaying and gyrating to a wild, erotic beat. Pricilla couldn't remember a time when she had been so madly aroused.
"Come on," screamed Richard. "Show me your cunt. I want to get a good look at it."
The girl smiled as she spread her legs wide apart. She arched her back ever so slightly, exposing her raw, red genitalia to Richard's insistent gaze. The leader of the pack stared at the slit between her legs with an awkward fascination. He had never seen anything so delightful. He had never seen anything so absolutely beautiful.
He jumped up from the bed and he leaped at her, grabbing her around the waist. Richard pressed his lips to her mouth, inserting his tongue into her oral cavity. He rubbed it against the hard ridges of her upper palate, and against her teeth, and the inside of her cheeks. He kept massaging her back, running his fingers up and down her spine.
Pricilla quivered when Richard grabbed the cheeks of her ass in his palms and spread them wide apart, squeezing and hugging and fondling them. As he kissed her neck, and and the hollow of her throat, he inserted his fingers into her asshole.
"Wow!" he said, as he pushed his fingers up her rectum. "You've got the tightest little ass in the whole world."
"Is that a compliment?" asked Pricilla.
"You bet," replied the man. "I just love your ass. It's so soft and so white. I want to bend over and bite into it until you scream like an animal."
"Anhhhhh . . . " cried Pricilla, wiggling her fanny back and forth and round and round.
Richard started to kiss her breasts, burying his face in her cleavage. He bit her nipples and was amazed when they stiffened and hardened into two hard, ripe cherries. He was delighted by them, and he was thrilled right down to his marrow.
Slowly his face descended across her body, past her flat, milky white stomach, onto the slight bulge of her soft tummy. He reached her navel, inserting his tongue into her belly button, pressing it and licking it and sucking on it in an almost obscene manner.
"Anhhhhh . . . " cried the girl, as she closed her eyes and writhed. Her arms were flung into the air, and her blonde hair was in total disarray.
"That's a good little bitch," laughed Richard as he continued his descent across her naked female body. He reached the soft tangle of pubic fur that grew like a tree underneath her belly button. His tongue passed through this thick, luscious jungle, passing over her soft mound of Venus, falling between her juicy white thighs.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed the girl, as Richard proceeded to kiss her loins and her thighs. He had never tasted such a savory dish. Slowly his face climbed up, towards the wet, red slit between her legs.
Pricilla's cunt lips were aching and burning with a mad, erotic passion. Her clitoris throbbed wildly, bouncing up and down like a Mexican jumping bean. Richard sucked up this tiny, nerve studded pearl, biting and licking it deliciously. He grabbed it between his sharp white teeth, and he pressed on it gently. He was careful not to hurt it, because he knew how delicate this honey drop was.
"Don't worry about a thing," he whispered, as he threw his arms around her buttocks. He started to squeeze them, and pinch them and rub them and massage them. Meanwhile he exerted an exhilarating friction against the surface of her raw, juicy clitoris, by rubbing his tongue against it. The girl writhed in sexual pain. She had never experienced anything comparable to the bliss which stirred in her body at this very moment.
"Oh fuck.. . " she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh shit! Oh shit!"
Richard kissed the girl's vagina, by pressing his lips, against the wet, swollen lobes of her cunt. He massaged the opening to her garden with his tongue and with his mouth, finally darting past gates, into the deep, wide hole. His tongue pushed into her pussy, and he licked her up just like a wild dog. He lapped up every drop of precious syrup that dripped out of the honey pot. He inhaled, breathing deeply, filling his nose with the wonderful feminine scent that emanated from her vaginal orifice.
"Ooooooohhhh . . . " cried the woman, as he kissed her cunt again and again in a tender and loving fashion. She had never been kissed like this before, and she was aching all over. She could feel every muscle in her body tightening up. She felt like she was gripped in a strangle hold. She wanted to feel the man's penis inside of her.
"Now," she finally exclaimed. "I want you now. I want you to fill my hole. I want you to stuff my box with your big dick. Give it to me the way you know I like it. Fill me up, so that I can't stand it. Please fill me up."
Pricilla was tearing at her hair in a desperate manner. Richard had never seen a woman in such a condition. She looked like a wild animal, lost in a different world. He kissed her cunt one last time, and then he bounced up from his knees. He threw his arms around her waist and he picked her up and threw her upon the bed in a brutal savage way.
The woman writhed and twisted on the cold sheets. Richard pulled off his boots and he jumped in after her. He pinned her to the mattress, pushing his legs between her thighs. He made her spread them open, so that the crack of her cunt was easily accessible to his thrusting penis.
"Ohhhhh . . . " the woman cried, arching her back slightly. She bucked her cunt, preparing for Richard's shaft. The biker thrust his cock into her with all of his might. His aim was straight and true. It cut into her womb, like a hot knife. As soon as she felt his phallus inside of her, she closed her legs like a clam, and she twined herself around him. She pulled him deeper and deeper inside of her cavern, moaning and panting like a wild animal.
"Shit," she screamed, after only a couple of minutes.
She could feel herself approaching her orgasm. She was gasping for breath, filling her lungs with air. Every nook and cranny of her female body was ablaze with a wild, uncontrollable passion. She was shaking and shivering all over. She was scratching and biting like a wild beast.
Richard could feel her underneath him. Her breasts burned into his chest like two hot coals. She was sucking him into her body with all of her might. She dug her fingernails into his back and she ripped and scratched until the blood was running in rivers. Richard cried out with pain. He wanted to kill her.
"Why don't you lie still?? ? ? " he asked. "Why can't you act like a woman?"
Pricilla didn't hear a word that he was saying. She wasn't interested in him or in his words. The only thing that mattered was her own sexual pleasure. She behaved like a tornado. She twisted and turned all over the bed. She tried to throw Richard off, and climb on top of him. The classic struggle between male and female was in progress at this moment.
Richard realized that his honor and position as a man was at stake at this point, so he tried to keep her down. He held her with all of his might. But it was like holding a cosmic force. Her sexuality had given her the strength of a thousand men. Pricilla felt that she could destroy the world if she only wanted to. She felt strong and powerful. There was nothing that she could not do.
"AWihhhhhh . . . " she screamed at the top of her lungs, pushing Richard off of her after a great and deadly struggle. She climbed on top of him, and she moved back and forth over his phallus. She could feel his big, hard cock inside of her cunt and it made her shiver.
"Ohhhhhh . . . " she cried, again and again, as she gyrated her hips and pelvis to the strong erotic beat inside of her body.
Richard used all of his strength to push her over, and finally managed to gain the ascendancy. The two lovers rolled across the mattress and the sheets, like wrestlers, gaining top position and then losing it. The struggle that went on in the bed resembled a wild battle more than a love match. Pricilla scratched and bit and clawed at Richard's body. Richard, in turn, pinched and squeezed and ripped at her with all of his might. He kept pumping his cock into her deep, wet hole as he embraced her in a sweaty hug.
"Ahhhhhhh . . . " cried the woman, feeling herself approaching her orgasm. "I'm almost there. Just keep it coming. Just keep hanging it into me."
Richard's long, hard penis pressed deeper and deeper into her womb. The pace increased toward the end. The boy used all of the strength in his body. Finally, after a great deal of pain, Pricilla finally achieved her orgasm. Her cunt began to buck wildly. Her insides were shaking. A warm, soothing glow rippled across her back, pinching her breasts and her buttocks. Pricilla screamed and shouted at the top of her lungs, making no attempt to conceal the pleasure which she was feeling.
At that very moment, as Pricilla suffered through the agonies of her own orgasm, Richard achieved his climax. His stiff cock began to throb, and burn like a hot ember. Suddenly, and without any warning he ejaculated. The semen came barreling out of the tip of his penis in short, rapid machine gun bursts. The thick, sweet white cream, filled Pricilla's box with a wild, exciting passion.
"Wooooooooooooooooooo . . . " she exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "Oh shit!! ! ! ! ! Oh fuck!! ! ! ! ! "
Richard's seed felt like hot electric bolts, and Pricilla was quivering all over with the shakes. She could feel a sharp, stabbing pain in her breasts and in her buttocks and in her raw, juicy cunt. She breathed heavily, finally falling back exhausted, after it was all over.
"Did you like it?" asked Richard, afterwards. His cock was still inside of her cunt, but it was beginning to recede, and shrivel up.
"It was great," replied Pricilla. "I never thought that it could be that good."
"How many different men have you done it with?? ?
The girl looked up at him.
"A few," replied the girl. "I've done it a couple of times in high school and a couple of times in college. But you gave me the best fuck that I ever got. You made me feel it all over. I never had an orgasm like that in my whole life. It was as though my very insides were being ripped out. I tell you, I almost went crazy with wild excitement."
"Very good," laughed Richard, as he got out of bed. He put on his shirt and his boots and he went to the bathroom to take a piss. Pricilla also got dressed.
The girl rolled on her panties, stepped into her hot pants, prancing in front of the full length mirror like a proud mare. Afterwards she strapped on her brassiere, and got into her blouse. She brushed back her hair, and put on a little make-up that she got out of her pocket book.
"Now I look presentable," she said to herself.
When Richard returned from the bathroom, he looked at her and he whistled.
"Wow," he said. "You look real good. You look absolutely delicious."
He walked over to her and he pinched her on the ass. He massaged her buttocks softly and tenderly, nibbling at her ear, and kissing her on the erogenous regions of her neck.
"Do you like me?" asked Pricilla.
"Sure I do," replied Richard. "You're all right as far as I'm concerned. Do you want to be my girl?"
"I don't know?? ? " said Pricilla. "How would you treat me if I was your girl?"
"I would treat you the way you deserved to be treated," replied Richard. "No better and no worse. If you act like a bitch, then I would treat you like a bitch. If you act good, then I treat you good."
"I'll think about it," laughed Pricilla. "It may not be such a great idea as far as I'm concerned."
"You think about it," said Richard, as he slapped her across her face. "I'll beat the living shit out of you while you think about it."
Richard knew that she needed to be taught a lesson. He slapped her on her face and he punched her in her stomach. When she fell to the floor, he kicked her again and again. She was struggling and crying like a baby. Richard had no mercy. He knew that in order to control a woman, one had to be firm with them.
Richard waited.
"Well," he finally said. "Have you made your mind up bitch. Do you want to be my girl or not?"
Pricilla looked up at him and nodded, "Yes." She got up, off the floor and she ran into his arms, and she cried all over him.
"I love you," she said. "I really love you. You're the only man in the whole world that I've ever loved."
Richard laughed to himself, patting her on the buttocks.
'That's a good girl," he said. "You can stop crying. It doesn't pay for you to cry. I'm right here and I'm going to take real good care of you. You don't have to worry about a damn thing."
"Are you going to beat me all the time?" asked Pricilla. "I'm not used to getting beaten. No one has ever beaten me in my whole life."
'That's your whole problem," said Richard. "You're a spoiled bitch. You've been getting your own way too much. I'm going to change that. From now on you're going to be doing what I tell you to do. If you step out of line, then you'll get beaten so bad that you'll wish that you've never been born. That's how our gang operates. We don't show mercy as far as women are concerned. They step out of line, then they get kicked in the teeth. Do you understand?"
"I understand," replied Pricilla, whimpering and shaking like a little child. She felt very cold. She didn't know what she was getting into. Somehow she felt that it was all going to come to a bad end.
CHAPTER TWO
There was a vote in the clubhouse whether or not Pricilla should become a member of the gang. Willie the Weasel didn't want her at all. He hated her because of the bad names that she had called him, and the bad things that she had said to him. But Richard assured the Weasel that it was all in the past and that from now on she would act more respectful towards him.
"I don't know," said the Weasel. "I don't trust that bitch. It's no good to trust a woman. They'll turn on you all the time. Just when you think that they're in love with you, they stab a dagger in your heart."
Willie the Weasel was a thin, short boy of twenty. He coughed a lot, and his arms were covered over with tattoos. Of all the members of the gang, he was the cruelest. He was especially known for his cruelty with women and with animals. He liked to tie women up and whip them with chains and belt buckles, until they were all covered with welts.
Across Willie's right cheek there was a long, red scar that he had gotten during a fight at a bar. It was rumored that he had killed two people in the fight, and that he had escaped with a long cut on his face. He always carried a dagger under his jacket, and nobody started anything with him. He had a very, very short fuse.
"I say that we vote her out," said the Weasel. "I never did like that bitch. She thinks that she's smarter than the rest of us."
"I only think that I'm smarter than you," laughed Pricilla. "I don't think that I'm smarter than Richard. I know that he's smarter than me in every way. But as far as you're concerned, you're just a weasel. I can't stand to look at you. You're the most repulsive creature that I've ever seen."
"Stop it," commanded Richard.
Pricilla was silent. Willie the Weasel was red all over. If it wasn't for the fact that Richard was in the room, he would have punched the bitch in the mouth. All sorts of ideas were going through his head. He wanted to strip her naked and whip her cunt until she screamed at the top of her lungs. He wanted to take out his dagger from his breast pocket and flay her alive. He wanted to cut her up, piece by piece.
But he saw that Richard was with her, and he didn't want to tangle with Richard. The only person that he was afraid of was Richard. Inside he seethed, as he tried to control his anger. He banged his fist against the wooden table top, again and again, sublimating the glowing hatred that burned in his heart.
"I don't like her," said the Weasel. "If she joins the gang then she's going to cause trouble between us. She's going to make us break up."
"Yeah," said the Philadelphia kid. "She's a real bitch. She used to call us names all the time, when we were sitting on the porch, minding our own business. I don't like the way she looks at us. She thinks that we're just a bunch of bums. We don't need that kind of hassle from a bitch. I say that we tell her to get the fuck out of here."
"Wait a second," said Richard. "I'm still the leader of this pack. I say that she stays. She happens to be my girl. I'll be responsible for her. If she gets out of hand, I'll know how to deal with her. I'll whip her ass until it's black and blue. She's plenty scared of me. She'll do exactly as I tell her."
"What happens if you're wrong?" asked the
Weasel. "What happens if she keeps insulting us? What happens if she keeps calling us names. What do we do then?"
"I don't know," said Richard. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest that she be punished," said the Weasel, smiling through his black and gritty teeth. "You know how we take care of bitches who think that they're real hot. We show them that they're just another heap of shit."
"All right," said Richard. "If she gets out of hand, then you can do with her as you please. I won't stop you. If you guys want to gang bang her, then you can. I'm not very particular. But just give her a chance."
The rest of the gang members nodded their approval in summary fashion. Pricilla was thus accepted into the gang unanimously.
For the first couple of weeks, everything seemed to go all right. She stuck to her word and she didn't hassle any of the gang members. But finally, she was getting bored with her position. It seems that Richard wasn't paying enough attention to her. He was more interested in his motorcycle and the affairs of the club, than he was in her own well being.
"What's the matter with me?" Pricilla asked him one evening, when the two of them were sitting out on the stoop. "You don't love me anymore."
"Sure I love you," Richard had said to her. "Then why don't you show it?" she asked. "You leave me all by myself while you and the guys are away on the road . I can get very, very lonely. My cunt is hot."
"Than you had better cool it off," replied Richard.
"But that's easier said than done," smiled the girl. "If you don't start paying more attention to me, then I'm going to find someone who does. After all, what the hell do I need with a mug like you?"
"Shut up bitch," said Richard. "If you don't learn to watch your language, you might get yourself into a heap of hot water. The Weasel is just waiting for you to step out of line. He's got it in for you. He wants to cut you up and throw the pieces to the sharks. How would you like that?"
"That's gruesome," said Pricilla, gritting her teeth. "He's a perverted bastard. I hate him."
"And he hates you," said Richard. "So you had better watch your step. Stop complaining so much."
Pricilla didn't know how to keep quiet. All of her life she had spoken her mind. Even though she was in the company of these horrible bikers, she couldn't refrain from insulting them and teasing them.
"Hi there, asshole," she would say whenever the Philadelphia Kid would walk by. He was a tall, lanky boy of eighteen, with a sparse growth of hair on his chin. He was thin, and he spoke in a halting, disinterested tone of voice. Although he was not a bad sort, Pricilla had a way of getting on his nerves. For instance, she would rub her breasts whenever he walked by, just to make him horny. Sometimes she would lift up her skirt, and rub her thighs in his presence.
"You like my cunt?" she would say. "Would you like to fuck me Kid?"
"Leave me alone," Philadelphia would say. "Stop bothering me."
"What's the matter?" Pricilla would ask, as she pulled up her sweater to expose her naked breasts. "Don't you like my titties? Wouldn't you like to feel them up? Wouldn't you like to feel me up?"
"You're Richard's girl," Philadelphia would say. "I'm not supposed to mess around with you. He would get very angry with me if he caught me fooling around with you."
"Fuck him," Pricilla would say. "Who the hell is he anyway? He's just like the rest of you. Why should he be the leader while you pack rats do all the work? That isn't fair, is it?"
"Oh, leave me alone," Philadelphia would say. "He's smarter than we are, and he's been a very good leader. He takes care of all of us, and he makes sure that we all get a fair shake."
"Sure he does," laughed Pricilla. "He makes sure that you guys get a fair shake, just as long as it serves his own interests. But he's the one who gets the fairest shake of all. I know, because I sleep with him. He talks in his sleep and he always talks about what a bunch of fools you guys are. He's taking you guys for a ride, and you don't even know that he's got you on the boat. How is that for a laugh. It's so funny that it busts me up."
The Philadelphia Kid didn't believe what Pricilla was saying and he walked away from her angrily. But she wouldn't leave him alone. She kept provoking him. She kept telling him that Richard was a thief and a cheat and a liar. She said that he was stealing club funds and keeping them in his own private bank account.
She used the same line with the other members of the gang. She would get them one by one and she would fill their ears with lies. To some of them, she would offer her body. She would rub her breasts in their faces, and she would grab hold of their cocks and play with them.
Once, when she was alone with Robert the Whale, in the garage, where the gang kept their motorcycles, she started to dance and twist just like a little gutter tramp. She was wearing only a pair of thin silk hot pants, and a brown top, with no brassiere underneath. Her large oval breasts were soft and firm, pressing against the flimsy, see-through blouse. Her nipples stiffened and peaked delightfully.
Robert the Whale was the biggest, fattest member of the Daredevils. He weighted over four hundred pounds, and he needed an extra big, extra heavy motorcycle to carry his weight. For breakfast he would consume two dozen eggs, and over a pound of bacon and ham. He was always hungry, and wherever he went he carried around a bag of peanuts, and a package of licorice to suck on. His sexual prowess was legendary, and Pricilla had always wondered if he was as good as she had heard.
"Hey big boy," Pricilla said to him. "Do you think that I'm cute?"
"Sure, you're all right," replied the Whale.
"Would you like to fuck me?" smiled Pricilla, rolling up her brown top, exposing her breasts to Robert's insistent gaze.
"Hey, that isn't right," said Robert the Whale. "You're Richard's girl. You shouldn't be messing around like that."
Pricilla ignored his warning. She snuggled up to him, and she rubbed her breasts against his arms. She kissed him on his fat chin, reaching down with her hands to his fly. She started to pull down his fly, when suddenly the door to the garage opened up. Richard and the Weasel, and two of the other gang members were standing in front of her.
Pricilla was frozen in her tracks. She didn't know what to say. She was sitting on Robert the Whale's lap, with her see through brown top rolled up, so that her breasts were naked and exposed. Her hand was at Robert's fly, fondling his cock. She gripped it with all of her might, and somehow, she couldn't release it.
"What's going on here?" said Richard.
Pricilla tried to speak, but the words would not come out of her mouth. She was gripped by a mortal fear. She wanted to get up and run away. She knew that the day of reckoning was coming. She had deliberately slandered Richard. She had deliberately tried to make a fool of him. She had messed around with all of the members of the gang, just to provoke him. She didn't know why she had acted so recklessly. Maybe it was an insane desire for self-destruction? Maybe she was a masochist at heart? Maybe she wanted Richard to catch her so that he would beat her and punish her?
"After all," she thought to herself, "That's what attracted me to him in the first place. The reason that I became his girl was because he was such a cruel bastard. I like the way he used to beat me. I love to be beaten. It gives me sexual pleasure. It thrills me to the marrow."
All these thoughts revolved in Pricilla's brain, as she stared at Richard and the other gang members who were standing in the doorway of the garage, with their arms at their sides. They looked like a bunch of Nazi storm troopers, dressed in leather pants and leather jackets and leather boots and caps. Their eyes were cold and impregnable.
"I can explain it all," said Pricilla suddenly, finding her voice. "I know that this looks bad, but I can explain it."
"Go ahead," said Richard. "We're waiting."
"I'll do it in private," replied Pricilla. "Send those henchmen away. I don't like the way the Weasel is looking at my body. He looks like he wants to eat me alive. Tell him to go away, and I'll explain everything to you."
"Nope," said Richard simply. "He stays, and so do the other fellows. You can tell them what happened. I'm sure that they would be interested to know."
"Yeah," said the Weasel. "I would be very interested to know how your blouse got all rolled up like that. And I would also be interested to know how your hand got into Robert's pants."
Pricilla, who was still sitting on Robert the Whale's lap, and who was still holding on to his long cock, suddenly let go of it. She got up off his lap, and she rolled down her brown top, covering her naked breasts.
"It's very easy to explain this," she said. "He tried to rape me. I was in here, looking at the bikes, when suddenly he sneaked up behind me and he grabbed hold of me. He said that he would kill me if I didn't give in to him. I didn't want to have anything to do with the big ox. He's so ugly, and he stinks just like a pig. But what could I possibly do if he was standing there, with his hands around my throat? Look at his finger marks on my neck. What choice did I have, I ask you? He threatened to strangle me and dump my body into the river."
The Weasel rolled himself a cigarette and lit it up. He wasn't very impressed by Pricilla's story. He yawned loudly, in an insulting manner.
"You know bitch," he said, "I think that you're lying."
"Richard, are you going to let that bastard call me a liar," screamed Pricilla. "If you were a real man, you would knock his teeth out. You would punch him in the mouth and teach him a lesson. How dare he call me names? I happen to be a lady, and he's just an ugly bear."
"Shut up," said Richard. "I know the kind of lady that you happen to be. You're a bitch. You're no better than a gutter tramp. You're a fucking whore."
Pricilla started to cry. The tears that rolled across her cheeks were honest and sincere. She had learned, when she was still a little girl, that she could get her own way if she cried. She thought that it would work with Richard. She couldn't have been more wrong. He walked over to her and he socked her in her mouth, so that she went flying across the garage, landing in a pile of grease.
"Why the hell did you do that?" she asked, picking herself up. "I don't deserve to be treated like that. I happen to be a nice girl. You're a fool to believe all those slanderous remarks concerning me. You know that I love you and that I would never cheat on you."
"That's a-likely story," laughed Richard. "I know what's going on. I know about the things you've been saying behind my back."
"It's a lie," screamed Pricilla. "I tell you, it's all a lie, The Weasel made it all up because he's out to get me. He wanted to destroy me. He's wanted to destroy me from the beginning. Are you blind, or something?"
"Sure I've been blind," said Richard. "I thought that I could trust you. I thought that I could trust a woman. But now I know that I was wrong."
"No, you can trust me . . . . " said Pricilla, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She was desperate. She didn't know what to do. Unless she talked her way out of these accusations, she knew that she would be in a heap of terrible trouble.
"It's a lie," she screamed once again. "I tell you, it's all a terrible lie."
"No," said Richard. "You're the one who is lying. You're the one who has been saying that I'm a crook and that I've been short changing the guys in the gang. Isn't that what you were saying to the Philadelphia Kid just the other day? He told me all about it. You were shaking your little fanny in his face and you asked him if he wanted to go to bed with you."
"No...."
"Why did you do it?" asked Richard. "Why the hell did you do it to me? You knew that I would eventually find out about it. You knew that I would eventually pay you back for everything. Do you like to commit suicide? Do you like getting beat up? I mean, I have no other choice now. I've got to teach you a lesson or the other guys in the gang are just going to laugh in my face. That wouldn't be very nice, would it?"
Richard walked up to Pricilla, who was standing and shaking like a leaf, near one of the motorcycles in the garage. He lifted his knee and kicked her in her belly. Then he slapped her again and again across her face, so that blood was beginning to run from a cut in her lip.
"You bastard," said Pricilla. She was screaming like a wild bitch. The harder he hit her, the louder she screamed. She leaped at him like a tigress and she clawed his face with her nails. She hit him back with all of her strength. She kicked him in the shins and she got him once in his balls.
"Drop dead," shouted Pricilla. She didn't care anymore. She was no longer afraid of these bike mobsters. She would tell them the truth. She would confess everything to them.
"You're a disgusting bunch of swine," she said. "I never could stand any of you. You guys make me sick to my stomach. I could puke every time that you come near me."
"I see," said Richard, who had recovered by now from her low blow. "Now I understand. Well, you had your fun. Now you've got to face the music. Believe me, it's not going to be a joy ride. Remember once, when I told you that if you stepped out of line I was going to make you wish that you were never born."
"I don't give a shit what the fuck you said," screamed Pricilla. "You're just a ass, and you'll never amount to anything. How long do you think that you're going to stay young? It won't be very long. Soon you'll grow old and fat, and you'll live in a steamy two room apartment with roaches and rats climbing up your nose. You won't have two cents to your name, and you'll rot away in your own filth and stink."
"Not me," said Richard. "I'm never going to grow old. I'm going to die with my boots on, riding my bike. If I'm too old to ride, then I'll be too old to live. Dig?? ? "
"Ha.. . " laughed Pricilla contemptuously. "All you bums talk big. But what does talk amount to? It doesn't amount to a hill of beans. You'll get old all right and you'll stink like a corpse."
Richard saw that there was no point in talking to her. She was talking wildly. She was talking hysterically. Saliva was dribbling down the side of her mouth. Blood was caked on her lips, where she had been cut. Her long, blonde hair was flying in disarray. Her hands were dirty, and her hot pants and brown top were ripped in places.
"It's a shame," he said. "You know, you look real good. You've got a beautiful body. You've got one hell of a good looking body."
"Yeah," smiled the Weasel. "I can't wait till I sink my fingers into her titties. She's got the softest, warmest titties in the whole world."
Two of the gang members immediately grabbed hold of Pricilla's arms and dragged her out into the street, to the gang's headquarters, which was about half a block away. She struggled and screamed, but no one would come to her rescue. Even the policeman on the beat turned away. He knew that Pricilla was a trouble-maker. He had seen lots of girls like her, who tried to mess around with motorcycle freaks. Usually they ended up getting their asses busted. It was only what they deserved.
Pricilla recognized the helplessness of her situation. Absolutely no one would come to save her. It was as though she was living in the jungle, in the midst of savages. No one cared enough to stick their necks out.
"Cowards," she screamed. "They're going to rape me. Why don't you come and help me?"
Her screaming was to no avail. She was dragged down the street, and up the stairs to the clubhouse of the Daredevils. The doors were locked and bolted, and all fifteen members of the gang were called together to sit in judgment. The evidence was pretty cut and dried.
'The girl is a bitch," said the Weasel, as he summarized the evidence. "She has been causing trouble among us. She keeps calling us names and she doesn't have respect for any of us. She's a whore, and she's made passes at everyone, even though she's Richard's girl. I say that we burn her ass so that she can't sit down for a month. All those who say aye, raise your fists."
The Philadelphia Kid was the first to raise his fist, saying, "Aye . . . . "
Robert the Whale followed suit. "Aye...."
"Aye...."
"Aye...."
The vote was unanimous. Pricilla was found guilty and she had to be punished. It was gang bang time again. All the guys were feeling real good. They took off their shirts and unbuttoned their pants, in anticipation of the sweet moment of truth.
The Weasel smiled to himself. He walked over to Pricilla and he ripped off her blouse, cutting it to pieces with his dagger. Then he pulled off her hot pants. He grabbed hold of her panties and with one swift motion he ripped them to pieces. Now Pricilla was completely naked. She was shivering all over, like a wild beast in captivity. She jumped, flinging her breasts high in the air, trying to escape.
She made it all the way to the door, but she couldn't get out because it was locked. She scratched at the chains, trying to pull them open. But she was too nervous. She was shaking and shivering all over.
"Where do you think that you're going baby?" asked the Weasel.
"Leave me alone," screamed Pricilla.
The Weasel walked over to her, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up like a sack of grain and he threw her over his shoulders, carrying her to the center of the room. The
Weasel could feel her naked breasts, warm and trembling and he ached all over with desire. He wanted to fuck her, and he could feel his cock getting hard inside of his pants.
"But first I'll teach you a lesson," he said, as he tied her hands behind her back.
Willie the Weasel was cruel and ruthless. The other gang members were sitting around, opening up cans of beer, preparing to drink. It was like a Roman circus at the clubhouse. The atmosphere was happy and jovial. Even Richard was having a good time. It didn't matter to him that Pricilla was the center of all the action. He had absolutely no sympathy for her. Why should he? She had betrayed him, he reasoned, and she would only be getting what the hell she deserved. She was a bad bitch, and he should have listened to the other guys. He should never have taken up with her in the first place.
The Weasel started pinching Pricilla's breasts. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop. Then he stripped off his underwear, so that his genitals were exposed. He had an average sized penis, and it was stiff and erect. Pricilla stared at it, and she started to laugh.
"You're a real shrimp," she said mockingly. The other guys in the club heard her words and they laughed involuntarily. Pricilla continued to make fun of his masculinity.
"Are you sure that you're a man?" she asked, with her hands tied behind her back. "You look more like a little boy. You don't look like a man, that's for sure," she laughed.
"You'd better shut up," said the Weasel, trying to threaten her with tough words.
"Why should I?" laughed Pricilla, enjoying her position with the Weasel even if it placed her in danger.
"Because when I fuck you, you're going to be sorry you ever said anything like that to me. I'm going to give you the fucking of your damned life, bitch."
Pricilla just laughed. What else could she do when faced with a man who had a penis the size of a button? She couldn't very well quake with fear, that was certain.
"Why don't you ask one of your buddies to help me?" she asked the Weasel, motioning to some of the guys who were standing in the back of the room.
"I don't need their help," hissed the Weasel softly, trying to avoid being heard by the other guys.
"What'd you say?" said Pricilla loudly. "Are you kidding me? You don't need help? If you don't need help, with that little prick, I don't know who does!"
The laughter grew involuntarily, and the guys in the back couldn't repress their amusement when they watched how skillfully Pricilla went about humiliating the Weasel.
"Hey!" somebody yelled from the back. "Hey, Weasel, why don't you just give it to her already-we're tired of waiting."
"Go ahead, Weasel," she said, "you don't look like you can make me feel it. I probably wouldn't know that you were inside me if you fucked me."
"You better shut up," said the Weasel, who was getting angrier by the minute.
"Why should I shut up, pipsqueak?" Priscilla enjoyed degrading men, and she was able to find their sore spots with great ease. She knew just what to say in order to have a man down on his knees.
"You're an impotent rat," she snarled. "I had you pegged from the beginning. Your cock is as thin as a pencil and as long as my smallest finger. Look at your balls, they look like two small peas. You're not a man. You could never satisfy a healthy woman."
By this time, and as a result of this verbal abuse, Willie the Weasel had already lost his erection, which was cause for further laughter around the clubhouse. He was getting very, very mad. Suddenly without any warning, he knocked Pricilla to the floor with a tremendous shove. She looked up at him, dazed and furious.
The Weasel jumped down on her on straddled her head, his nude legs pinning her to the floor. He glared down at her, mocking her as she tried to free herself. He ground his buttocks against her fleshy white breasts, bouncing up and down as she begged for release. She was helpless, her hands tied under her and the Weasel's body pressing on her, his limp cock dangling down over her face.
"Go ahead, Weasel, let's get on with it," someone yelled from the back. "Let her have it."
"Open up," he yelled, still furious.
"That's it, Weasel," came from the voice from the back. "Fix her good."
The Weasel let his cock grow to full size, losing his anger as he smiled mockingly down at the helpless girl.
She let out a scream as he took his cock in one hand and pointed it down toward her mouth. He choked off the scream by ramming his tool into the warm inside of her mouth, swinging it around against the hard warm bones of her palate and the soft wetness of her tongue.
She gasped for air as he began to thrust deeper, down through her mouth into her throat. He pumped in and out, driving his cock deep and then withdrawing it until his swollen head caressed her wet lips. Then he thrust again, each time feeling his come rise further through his body and into his hard cock, wet with her saliva.
He continued to pump until he felt the come rise into his cock and swell it to full size, about to spurt into her throat. Then he withdrew quickly, letting his cock throb over her face, bulging with juice but not yet spurting.
The rest of the gang cheered for the Weasel. He had made her pay. She knew what was in store for her now.
Pricilla stared at these healthy young studs and she was flooded with a wild, uncontrollable passion. Her pussy was raw and wet. The juice was dripping out lavishly. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed in anticipation of the coming gang bang. She had never been gang banged before, but she had often fantasized to herself.
"Spread your legs," said the Weasel suddenly.
The girl spread her legs wide apart, so that her red, raw, juicy cunt was exposed to the Weasel's insistent gaze. He climbed on top of her, reaching underneath with his hands, lifting her up just a little bit. He thrust his cock into her honey pot, ramming it with all of his might. Although it was not especially big, Pricilla could feel it as it moved around inside of her cunt. She shivered and shook, wrapping herself around the Weasel's legs. He kept pushing, and her cunt kept pulling.
"Wow," he said. "You got a nice beak between your legs. It's chewing me up."
The Weasel closed his eyes as he kept banging away at her cunt. Ever since the first time that he had seen her, he knew that it would be like this. She was a real woman. She had the deepest, wettest hole that he had ever been inside of. He liked the way her titties felt, and he went crazy as she moved around underneath him.
"Ahhhhh--" he cried. "I'm shooting sperm! I'm shooting sperm!!" of licorice into his mouth.
The last one to get her was Richard, by the time he fucked her she had been through the mill. There was no feeling left in her cunt. She was dazed and exhausted. She had fainted twice and had to be revived with water.
"Well," said Richard. "Now it's my turn. You don't look so happy to see me."
He laughed in her face, then climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her cunt and fucked her until she was silly in the head.
When it was all over, he wanted to spit on her. He glared at her mockingly and laughed. The other members followed suit, surrounding her and teasing her until she wanted to cry. She felt dirty and cheap, and wanted to run and hide her head somewhere. She had never been so degraded. It was as if she was in the middle of a huge mocking crowd that wanted to see her die. She closed her eyes to their jeering faces and could imagine a wild mob, laughing and kicking at her and spitting and pissing all over her.
"Get up," said Richard. "You get the hell out of here and I don't ever want to see your face again. If I catch you in this neighborhood, I intend to cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the dogs."
Pricilla wasn't even allowed to put on her clothes, which were torn to shreds. She was shoved outside, completely naked. It was bout six o'clock in the afternoon, and there were people in the streets. She tried to hide her crush her to death if he ever climbed on top of her.
"But what a way to go," she said to herself. "Look at his cock. It's bigger than a fire hose. It's long, and round and hard. I wonder how that would feel inside of me? He would probably tear me apart."
Pricilla was trembling all over as the Whale walked over to her. He picked her up and he started to kiss her. He sunk his teeth into her breasts, and bit them delightfully. He opened up his mouth and he swallowed her mammaries, as though they were two round, sweet apples. He chewed on her nipples with his teeth, licking them with his long, mammoth tongue.
"Ohhhh . . . " cried Pricilla. "I can't stand this. You're driving me crazy."
Robert the Whale reached for her ass with his thick, swollen fingers. He squeezed her buttocks and he scratched at them, and he massaged them. He was a very rough lover and he didn't care at all that he was hurting Pricilla. He hugged her in his two fat hands, nearly choking her to death. Finally, he dragged her down to the floor and he climbed on top of her. He pushed his knees between her thighs and he made her spread her legs apart.
"Good . . . " he said. 'That's a real good bitch."
Pricilla arched her back ever so slightly, and Robert the Whale rammed his battering ram into her cunt. It felt like a tree as it struck her womb. She went absolutely insane. She had never been fucked by anyone with these gigantic proportions. She thought that he would rip her apart. She felt as though he was going to tear out her very insides.
"Owwwwwww.. . " she screamed.
"Does that hurt?" asked the Whale.
"Yes," replied Pricilla. "Please take it easy. You're going to kill me."
"Don't worry bitch," said the Whale. "You've got a nice, tight little cunt hole. I love girls who are tight inside. It makes me feel real good."
When the Whale finally ejaculated, after five minutes of pounding away at Pricilla's cunt, his whole body was covered with sweat. Pricilla thought that she was going to die, underneath all of his weight. He was as heavy as a bear. He was crushing her ribs.
"Ahhhhh . . . " the Whale screamed, as the hot scum came barreling out of his cock. He emptied himself out, and he pulled out.
'Thank you little lady," he said, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "It was a real pleasure doing business with you. You really know how to fuck. I never screwed anyone who gave me suck a good time."
"Drop dead," snarled Pricilla. "You're a big, fat bastard."
The Whale turned around and kicked her in the belly.
"You never learn," he said, popping a piece of licorice into his mouth.
The last one to get her was Richard, by the time he fucked her she had been through the mill. There was no feeling left in her cunt. She was dazed and exhausted. She had fainted twice and had to be revived with water.
"Well," said Richard. "Now it's my turn. You don't look so happy to see me."
He laughed in her face, then climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her cunt and fucked her until she was silly in the head.
When it was all over, he wanted to spit on her. He glared at her mockingly and laughed. The other members followed suit, surrounding her and teasing her until she wanted to cry. She felt dirty and cheap, and wanted to run and hide her head somewhere. She had never been so degraded. It was as if she was in the middle of a huge mocking crowd that wanted to see her die. She closed her eyes to their jeering faces and could imagine a wild mob.
"Those damn motorcycle freaks. They gang-banged me and made me feel like dirt. I'll get even with them. I swear I'll make them pay for this."
"Take it easy honey," said Josephine. "You better forget all about it. It doesn't pay to mess with them."
Priscilla took a sip of cold water. "No," she said, "I'll never forget this. I'll make them pay, if it takes me the rest of my life. I'll make each and every one of them pay for insulting me like that." breasts and her cunt with her hands. But she couldn't. She felt like a freak. Her hair was in disarray, and her entire body was covered with bruises.
"Someone help me," she screamed. "Please, someone help me. Look at what those bastards did to me."
Nobody listened, as Pricilla walked around in the street, completely naked. A couple of men stared at her and smiled to themselves, slapping their thighs. But no one came to see what was the matter.
Pricilla started to cry, running down the block, to her old apartment, where she had lived with a girlfriend, before she had become Richard's friend. She climbed up the stairs, and knocked on the door. Josephine, her old roommate, opened up for her.
"Hey, what's the mater?" said Josephine. "You look like a mess. Come in and he down."
Pricilla gritted her teeth. "They did this to me, the bastards."
"Who?" asked Josephine. She was horrified at the condition of her friend, who was bruised and bloody all over, and barely able to speak.
"Those damn motorcycle freaks. They gang-banged me and made me feel like dirt. I'll get even with them. I swear I'll make them pay for this."
"Take it easy honey," said Josephine. "You better forget all about it. It doesn't pay to mess with them."
Pricilla took a sip of cold water. "No," she said, "I'll never forget this. I'll make them pay, if it takes me the rest of my life. I'll make each and every one of them pay for insulting me like that."
CHAPTER THREE
After getting rid of Pricilla, things returned to order. The tension which everyone had felt when she was around was eased. The gang members could relax more, and they didn't have to worry that she would start anything with them.
Although she now lived down the block with her friend Josephine, in the same apartment which she had occupied before she had become Richard's girl, she avoided walking by the club's headquarters. She knew that there would be trouble if she ever showed her face again.
"Boy she sure was a pain in the ass," said Willie the Weasel to Richard. "I'm sure glad that we dumped her. She would have spoiled the brotherhood that we all felt for one another. She was trying to make us jealous of you. She was saying that you were stealing from the gang and that you were a terrible leader, and that we should get rid of you. She would have started a lot of trouble, if things didn't turn out the way they did."
"I suppose," said Richard, sullen and morose.
"What's the matter?" asked the Weasel. "Do you miss her? She was just a dame. You can have a hundred, if you want them. This town is just crawling with dames. Just the other day, I gave this broad a ride on my bike, and you want to know what she does? She gives me a blow-job. She said that she wanted to show me how grateful she was for the favor. I'm telling you, women are just plain stupid. They're all crazy. I had this girlfriend who just loved it when I bit her boobs. I mean, it was positively queer. The only way she could get off was when I bit her sweet titties."
"All women are like that," said Richard. "They all like it when a man sucks on their nipples, and bites their titties. It's part of their nature."
"Oh, I know that," said the Weasel. "I'm not stupid. It's just that this girl liked it more than anything else. She would make me bite her breasts until they were bleeding. She said that she loved the pain. It turned her on. She was a strange kid. She fucked every damn bastard on the block. The way I heard it, she even fucked her own brother. She was just plain nuts. But I loved her anyways. Sometimes I think about her."
"Did you really love her?" asked Richard.
"Yeah," said the Weasel. "She was fourteen, and I was fifteen. She was the first girl that I fucked. I guess that everyone loves the first girl that he fucks."
"What was her name?"
The Weasel laughed. "You know," he said, "I can't remember what her name was. All I can remember is that she was short, and built like a brick shithouse. Man, she had the biggest pair of boobs that I ever laid eyes on."
"But she was only fourteen," said Richard. "She was only a young girl. How big could she have been?"
"She was big," replied the Weasel. "She had boobs that would make you sit up, like a dog, and growl and growl 'til you were blue in the face."
"And you loved her?" asked Richard.
"I don't know if it was love or lust," replied the Weasel. "She was stupid, and she couldn't talk more than one sentence at a time. But her body was exquisite. I could never get enough of her. I used to bang my cock into her cunt, and I would go right out of my head with pleasure."
"So what happened between the two of you?" asked Richard. "Did you break up, or do you still keep in contact?"
"We were going steady for awhile," smiled The Weasel. "I used to fuck her all the time. But then, one day I got wind of a rumor. She was the hottest bitch in town. She was cheating on me."
"Oh-"
"Yeah," nodded the Weasel. "I loved her, and I worshipped the very ground that she walked on. Meanwhile she was cheating on me. I used to pay for her when we went to the movies, guys were getting into her honey-pot for free. It taught me a very important lesson in life."
"What was that?" asked Richard.
"It taught me that you can't trust a woman," said the Weasel. "It was a hard lesson for me to learn, but I learned it. I've never trusted anyone since then."
"That's real smart," nodded Richard. "I should have known better than to trust that bitch Pricilla. I figured that I was giving her a fair shake. But she had it in her head to cut my balls off."
"You can say that again," whispered the Weasel, as he took of sip of beer. "She was a spiteful bitch. I could see it from the beginning. He thought that she was better than we were. We should never have made her a member of the club. It almost gummed the works up. She was starting trouble."
"She sure was," said Richard. "But there was something about her that I liked."
"It was her arrogance," said the Weasel. "Every man secretly wants a woman to dominate him. Every man secretly wants a woman who's going to put him down. That's why you were attracted to her in the first place. You better get her off your mind. It's no good to think about her, or you'll get it into your head that you're still in love with her."
Richard leaned back on the stoop, looking up to the sky. It was a hot day in mid-July. The streets of the city were steamy and the smell that came from the sidewalks and the garbage pails was positively overpowering. Most of the other members of the gang were inside, in the clubhouse, sleeping in the shade. Although Richard felt tired, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't in his nature to close his eyes and relax. He was a man of action. He liked to be out on his bike, fighting with a knife in his hands.
"You know," he said suddenly, "things have been awfully quiet and peaceful around here. I'm getting sick of the city."
"What do you want to do?" asked the Weasel, popping open another can of beer. "Do you have anything in mind?"
"No, not really," said Richard. "Ever since I got involved with Pricilla I've let everything go to pot. What we need is a little action."
"I'm with you," agreed Willie the Weasel. "I think that it would be a lot of fun to go and cut up a little bit. I'd like to taste a little blood."
"Me too," said Richard.
He leaned back, and looked up at the round, bright orange sun. It was hot as hell in the city. He was burning up all over. He could feel his face and his armpits sweating profusely. He'd been cooped up too long.
"You know what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to take me a little ride up to the mountains. I think I need a little time away in the country to clear things up for me."
"You want to take the other guys along with you?" asked Weasel.
"No," replied Richard. "I need to go for a ride all by myself. While I'm gone, you can be the leader. I should be back in a couple of days."
"It's all right with me," said Weasel. "You haven't been looking too good. You've been looking pale, and sort of nervous. I didn't want to mention it to you, because I thought that you would be angry with me."
"No, I wouldn't be angry," said Richard. "You're a good man. There aren't many like you in this world. There aren't enough people that a man can trust."
"Sure, that's the truth," replied the Weasel.
Richard made up his mind. He would take a couple of days vacation from the city. He would ride up to the mountains upstate all by himself and try to relax. He always liked to get away by himself whenever things were pressing down upon him. He went into the clubhouse and he explained to all the other guys what he was doing. He told them that he was appointing the Weasel their leader, and that they should obey the Weasel while he, Richard, was gone.
Richard just packed a sleeping bag, a fry pan, and a couple tins of food. He also took along some money, just in case of an emergency. After shaking hands with the other gang members, he got onto his bike and he rode out into the sunset.
It felt good to be alone on the road. The wind was slapping his face, and he was tingling all over. He felt as though he was finally free of all the problems and the troubles that had been bothering him.
"Goodbye, New York City," he said under his breath, as he weaved between cars in the heavy afternoon traffic. In about half an hour, he was out on the open road, and he was flying like a bird. He rode for another two hours before he noticed a young red-haired girl thumbing for a ride. She was wearing tattered blue jeans, and a white embroidered blouse that clung to the softness of her tiny, round bosom.
"Give me a ride, biker," screamed the girl. "Please give me a ride."
Richard passed her by. He didn't want any trouble with women. He just wanted to be by himselt for the next couple of days, to forget about Pricilla and all the trouble she had caused him.
"I better not give her a ride," he said to himself. "It'll just end up to be a pain in the ass."
Although Richard did not want to stop for the girl, there was something inside him that told him to turn back and pick her up. She was tall, and graceful, like a young mare. Her long, delicious red hair blew in the wind, like the silky threads of a spider's web. Richard could feel her pulling him into a deadly trap. He tried to resist. He tried to escape. But he knew that he didn't have the will power. He was never one to pass up a juicy young woman.
"Shit, what the hell," he finally said. "I might as well give her a ride. She looks like she's down and out. I can't just pass her by and leave her stranded."
Richard turned around his motorcycle, and drove back to the spot where he had first seen the girl. She was still standing there, with a cloth bag by her side, holding out her thumb to he traffic.
"Hi," he said. "You want to ride on the back of my bike?"
"Sure,"said the girl. "My name is Gretchen."
"Mine is Richard."
"I thought you were going to leave me here," said Gretchen. "I called for you, but you just drove by."
"I changed my mind," said Richard.
"What made you change it?" asked Gretchen.
"I don't know," said the biker. "I just felt a little sorry for you. You were all by yourself, and that didn't seem so good. Besides that, you have a real pretty face, and a great little body. I couldn't let you get away from me."
"At least you're honest," said Gretchen, as she climbed onto the back of Richard's motorcycle. She put her arms around his waist and she held onto him tightly, as he started his engine. She liked the way he felt. He was so strong, and tough. She had always been attracted to tough men, and she could feel her body seethe with wild, lustful desire. She rolled her hair up in braids, and she pinned it down with bobby pins.
"Hey," said Richard. "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere," replied the girl.
"That's just where I'm going," said Richard, as he started his engine, and rolled back onto the highway. At about six thirty, he found a nice spot to camp out. It was near a lake, and it seemed like it was completely deserted. The sound of the crickets was in the air, and birds were flying all around. A slight wind stirred the trees, and the water was smooth and calm as glass.
"This is a beautiful spot," said Gretchen, as she got off of the bike. "This looks just like paradise."
"Good, we can camp here for the night," said Richard. "Maybe we can stay here for a couple of days. No one will bother us, and we can swim, and have lots of fun."
"Sounds great," laughed the girl. "It sounds absolutely thrilling."
Richard dug a small hole, and made a fireplace. He went out gathering wood for the fire, while the girl jumped into the lake for a swim. When he returned, her hair was wet. She was walking around in her panties and her blouse, through which her soft, naked breasts were clearly visible. The girl didn't seem to mind that Richard was looking at her. She felt comfortable in his presence. He seemed like a nice sort, with just the right touch of violence in his personality to make him attractive.
"Let me help you," she said, taking some wood from him. She watched as he started the fire, and she smiled provocatively at him.
"You want me to make the food?" she asked. "I can cook real good. And I dish out a tempting dessert."
"What kind of dessert do you have in mind?" asked Richard.
"What kind of dessert would you like?" smiled Gretchen, rubbing her breasts and her thighs deliciously. "Do you think that I could satisfy you?"
"Baby, I know you can satisfy me," laughed Richard. He could see that she was looking for it, and he felt very pleased. He had made a right decision when he picked her up. Now he wouldn't be all alone, but he would have someone to keep him company.
Richard slid up to her, and he grabbed her by the waist, kissing her hard on the mouth. Gretchen opened up automatically swallowing in his tongue. She bit on it and she sucked on it and she covered it over with saliva.
"Wow!! " screamed Richard. "You really know how to kiss. What else can you do?"
"I can do everything," laughed the girl. "Believe me baby, I can satisfy you the way you've never been satisfied in your whole fucking life."
Richard slipped his hands underneath her blouse, and he climbed up to her breasts. He cupped his palms around her smooth, perfectly white mammaries, kneading and caressing them with all the softness and tenderness that he could bring to bear. Gretchen panted and moaned at his touch. She jumped as though she had been burned by an electric wire.
"Shit-" she screamed.
Richard kissed her on the mouth, and on the soft, erogenous regions of her throat and neck. He blew into her ear and licked her nose and her forehead with his tongue. Meanwhile his fingers played with her raw, naked breasts. He fondled them, and he massaged them with he very tips of his fingers. He squeezed them and he pinched them, and he rubbed them with all of his might.
"Ah, ahh, ahhh, ahhhhhhh-" screamed the girl. "That feels very good. That feels real, real good."
Richard grabbed her nipples between his fingers and he applied an exhilarating friction to their surface. He was amazed at how they stiffened and peaked, like two wild strawberries.
'Take off my blouse," said the girl. "It'll be much easier that way."
"Sure thing," said Richard, as he rolled it over her head, and helped her out of it. Now she was completely naked, except for a pair of black panties. She had a delightful body. There wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on her torso. She was soft and feminine, and Richard felt as though he was going right out of his head. Her breasts were round, and much larger than he had imagined. They looked like two globes, and they jiggled when she walked.
"Beautiful," he said to himself. "Simply beautiful."
The girl laughed. "You like my titties?" she asked.
"I love them," said Richard, seating himself on a rock, admiring her graceful movements. "You're very nicely shaped."
"I try to keep trim," said Gretchen, seating herself in his lap. She squeezed her buttocks to his thighs, and she pushed her breasts into his face. Richard nuzzled his mouth into her cleavage and he kissed and bit the milky white flesh.
"You know," he said, "I hardly know a thing about you. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Is that important?" asked the girl.
"To me it is," said Richard. "I like to know about the people I have sex with. It makes it much more enjoyable as far as I'm concerned."
"There's nothing really to tell," smiled Gretchen.
"There's always something to tell," replied Richard. " For instance, what made you take to the road? Where are you going? What are you looking for? Tell me about those things, and then you'll be telling me all about yourself."
"I really don't know what I'm looking for," said Gretchen. "I'm just a grasshopper. I go where the wind blows, and where the sun shines. That's all. I've been out on the road for about three years now. Boy, I sure learned a lot about life."
"like what?" asked Richard.
"I learned that people can be pigs, and I learned that some people can be real nice," replied Gretchen. "But mostly, they just don't care about you. I was out in Frisco and I was cold and hungry, and no one would give me as much as a nickel to buy a cup of coffee with."
"What made you take to the road?" asked Richard.
"I don't know," replied Gretchen. "I wanted to see what the world was like."
"Is that all?" laughed Richard. "You should have stayed home and watched the news on television."
"No, that wasn't all," said Gretchen. "I was getting tired of the kind of life that my father was making me lead. I didn't want to turn into a maniac, so I got up and left him. I didn't know where I was going then, and I don't know where I'm going now. But as long as I keep moving, I'm safe."
Richard looked into her round, coral blue eyes. Her bright red hair gleamed in the sunset. Her skin was perfectly white and smooth as country cream. In many ways, she was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. It wasn't just her physical beauty that attracted him. It was also a certain indefinable glow which emanated from her lips and from her eyes. It made him feel cold all over. He wanted to run to her and grab her in his arms and smother her with kisses.
The girl seemed so terribly helpless. It was as though she had seen the worst that life could offer. It was as though she had lived through hell. Richard felt sorry for her. He wanted to protect her and comfort her.
'Tell me about your father," he said suddenly. "Why did you run away from him? Why did you hate him?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," said the girl. "It makes me feel sick just to think about it."
"No," said Richard. "You'll feel much better when you get it off your chest. Come on, you don't have to be ashamed in front of me. Even though we've just met, I feel as though I've known you all my life."
"Yes," nodded Gretchen. "It's strange, but I feel exactly the same way. I wanted to give myself to you the first moment that I saw you. I wanted to lose myself in your arms. When I called out to you out on the road, I knew that you would come back and pick me up."
"How did you know?"
"It was fated," said the girl. "It was fated that the two of us should get together. I believe that it was all part of our stars. Do you believe in the stars?"
"Not really," said Richard. "I don't believe in the stars, but I do believe in fate. People come together because of some kind of plan. Everything in life has a reason, even if we can't really understand what that reason is."
"Maybe that's true," said Gretchen. "There are an awful lot of bad things that happen in life. There are an awful lot of cruel things that just don't make sense. I'm not an optimist, as you can see. Generally I depress people, when I start to talk to them. People say that I'm a drag."
"Only stupid people would say that," smiled Richard. "You're a great girl. You've got soulful eyes."
"Thanks," said the girl.
"So come on," repeated Richard. "Why don't you tell me about your wonderful father. You don't have to be embarrassed to talk in front of me."
"Well, my father was a bastard," said the girl. "He was the biggest bastard that I ever knew in my whole life. If I had a knife, I would stab him in the heart with it. Before I ran away from home, I should have killed him. That's how much I hate him."
"But why?" asked Richard.
"It's a long story," replied the girl. "Actually, he wasn't so bad when I was young. At that time my mother was still living with us and everything was kind of normal. We had a house in Brooklyn, and my father was a tailor, and my mother was a housekeeper. We weren't rich, but we weren't poor. I liked them, and I had everything that I ever wanted out of life. I had friends and I went to school, and I played in the grass, and I acted the way silly children act."
"So what happened to change it all?" asked Richard.
"I'm not sure," said Gretchen. "I'm really not sure. Everything seemed all right, although I noticed that my father and my mother used to fight all the time.
"How old were you at the time?"
"Oh, I was about nine or ten years old when the fights started," said Gretchen in a whisper. "I didn't know what the cause of it was at the time, but soon I realized that my mother was fooling around with an insurance salesman who lived down the block."
"So that's what all the fighting was about?" said Richard.
"Oh, my father took it very badly," replied Gretchen. "It drove him crazy to think that his wife was making it with another man. So one day, he ripped off her skirt and her bra, and her panties, and he started to whip her with a belt. Man, you should have seen it. He beat her across her cunt with his belt so that she was screaming at the top of her lungs."
"Your father sounds like he was a tough man," said Richard. "I agree with him. If a woman gets out of hand, she deserves a beating."
"I don't know," whispered Gretchen. "Anyway, after he whipped her ass black and blue, he went out on a drinking binge and he didn't come back till the next afternoon."
"So what happened?" asked Richard.
"Well, things went from bad to worse," replied Gretchen. "Every night there was a fight at our house. My father would get drunk and he would start beating up my mother. Both of them fought like cats and dogs. They never had any consideration for me. They didn't seem to care that I was just a little child and that it wasn't good for my nerves to see them fighting. The only thing that those bastards cared about was themselves."
"like most people," said Richard. "The one thing that most people care about is themselves. I never had any parents. I was raised in an orphanage, and everyone mistreated me. They used to whip me and beat the shit out of me, and make me work till my hands almost fell off. It was an awful life. I joined the army because I couldn't stand living in the orphanage with all those bloodsuckers."
"Believe me, you wouldn't have done any better if you had lived with my parents," said Gretchen. "Sometimes, when they got tired of beating each other up, my parents would pick on me. My father would get the strap, and my mother would make me pull up my dress and pull down my panties. Then my father would whip me on my bare behind. My mother always liked to watch as I got my beating. She enjoyed it. She got her thrills that way."
"It's the weirdest thing that I ever heard," said Richard. "Women are supposed to be kind and gentle."
"My mother was a viper," said Gretchen. "She was sometimes cruder than my father. She used to say that I was a whore whenever I did something wrong. Once I kissed a boy, and she found out about it. She hit me with a metal coat hanger across my thighs and my buttocks. She beat me till I was dripping with blood. Even my father was horrified when he heard about it. He gave me a candy bar and told me not to cry."
"The bastards," screamed Richard. "If I had been brought up by parents like that, I would have killed both of them. They sound like a mean pair."
"They used to make me watch as they made love."
"What?? ? " exclaimed Richard. "I don't believe that. You mean to tell me that your parents used to make you watch as they fucked one another?"
"Yes, it's the truth," nodded Gretchen. "When I was twelve years old, I was in bed sleeping when the two of them suddenly burst into the room. They made me get up, and follow them into their own bedroom. My father helped me out of my nightgown, patting me on the ass the way you would pat a little pussy cat. When I was completely naked, he made my sit down on the bed.
" 'What do you want?' I asked him.
" 'We want you to watch us,' my mother said.
" 'I'm tired,' I said. 'I want to go to bed.'
"It was no use pleading with them. They told me to shut up and sit still and watch. They said that they wanted to teach me the facts of life. My father held my mother in his arms. He started to kiss her and hug her. Slowly, he took off her nighties, so that she was completely naked. He shoved his fingers up her cunt and he rubbed her up nice and hard. She was twisting and shouting just like a little girl. Suddenly, my father bent over and he started to lick up her pussy. He stuck his tongue into her cunt, and he licked her nice and dry. Then he pulled down his own pajamas, and he turned so that I could get a good look at his cock."
"I don't believe it," exclaimed Richard.
"It's the truth," replied Gretchen. "After he showed me his cock, he climbed on top of my mother and he fucked her. It was horrible for me to look at, and I wanted to leave. But the bastards didn't let me go. They insisted that I watch everything. They said that it was all for my education. When I tried to run out of the room, my mother slapped me in the face. She threatened to use the metal buckle of her belt if I didn't cooperate. I had none other choice but to watch them as they fucked."
"Did they make you do this often?" asked Richard.
"Yes, they made me do it almost every night," said Gretchen. "They would make me come into their bedroom, and watch. Very soon, after a couple of weeks, they made me become a participant in their perversion."
"What did they make you do?" asked Richard.
"They made me do everything," laughed Gretchen. "They fucked me up real good. Sometimes they would tell me to masturbate, while they looked on. Other times, my father would make me give him a blow-job, while my mother sucked on my cunt. It was absolutely disgusting, what went on in that household. I felt cheap and dirty, just like a gutter tramp. I couldn't stand the way my father slobbered all over me. He just loved to lick me up. He would stick his tongue into my cunt and into my asshole. He loved to lick up my asshole. He said that I had the youngest, softest, juiciest asshole in the whole world."
"He sounds like a maniac," said Richard.
"He was," replied the girl. "He was out of his head. But sometimes I think my mother was even worse than he was. She was a sadist. She liked to dress up like a policeman. She would put on a police uniform, and she would carry around a whip, and a club all the time. She would march up and down in her leather boots, while my father would he on the floor, underneath her. Sometimes she would step on top of him. Other times she would whip him till he was black and blue. She enjoyed hitting him on his cock. My mother got her thrills that way. She would take a rubber hose and she would beat him across his balls."
"Your father must have been very angry," said Richard.
"On the contrary," replied Gretchen. "My father enjoyed being beaten. My father liked to be whipped across his genitals. It aroused him and made him more sexually excited. After she beat him, he would act just like a little boy. He liked to kiss my mother's ass all the time. He just loved to suck on her ass. It drove him up the wall, whenever he did it."
"He sounds like an interesting man," said Richard.
"Yeah, he was a very interesting man," replied Gretchen. "He wouldn't have been so bad, if it wouldn't have been for my mother. She was always making fun of his masculinity. She used to insult him and call him a tired sheepdog. She would brag that she was carrying on affairs with other men. She would tell him every detail of her sexual encounters."
"Didn't your father mind?" asked Richard.
"Sure he minded," replied the girl, "but he had no other choice. She made him listen to every single detail. She would give a lurid and graphic description of her orgasms, and she would end off by saying that my father was a horrible lover and that he didn't give her any satisfaction at all. I know that he hated her, but he was a slave to his own passions. Mingled in with his hatred was a great deal of love and affection. My mother was a domineering woman, while my father was very passive. He liked to be told what to do. It was pathetic the way she led him around by the nose."
"If I were he, I would have left that bitch real fast," said Richard. "I would have gotten into my car and I would have driven as far away from her as I could get. A woman like that can only mean trouble."
"You're right," said Gretchen. "But my father was a weak man. He didn't have the courage of his convictions. He knew that my mother was stepping all over him, but he actually enjoyed it. It thrilled him."
"So what happened?" asked Richard.
"As it turned out," said Gretchen, "it was my mother who eventually left my father."
"Why?? ? "
"Well, it had to do with money," said Gretchen. "It seems that my father was having a lot of trouble with his tailor shop. He went bankrupt, and we had to move out of our small, one-family house and we were forced to move into a dirty three-room apartment. For a while, my mother was willing to bear up under those conditions. But soon, she got fed up. There were rats and mice running all over the place, and the roaches were climbing out of the cracks in the plaster. It was absolutely disgusting."
"Who did your mother run off with?" asked Richard.
"I think it was a brush salesman," said Gretchen. "She moved to Kansas City. She wrote sometimes. She and her lover bought a farm, and they're very happy."
"What happened to your father?" asked Richard.
"Well, he went to pieces," explained Gretchen. "He started to drink just like a fish. There were bottles all over the house. I've never seen anyone drink as much as he did. It was absolutely disgusting. He stopped going to work, and he got behind in the rent, and all day long the bill collectors would come and bother me. I was about fifteen years old at the time, and I was going to high school. I wanted to be a nurse, just like Florence Nightingale, but everything seemed so hopeless. My father was always drunk, and he didn't have a job and we were always going hungry. I got a part-time job in a supermarket after school, but that wasn't enough for the two of us to live on. Sometimes I would steal food. Once they caught me, and I was fired. Things got real hairy for us. We were on the brink of disaster. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams."
"It seems to me that you would have been much better off if you had left your father and gone into the world on your own," said Richard. "That's what I would have done under similar circumstances."
"But I was only a girl," said Gretchen. "What did I know about life? What did I know about the world? I was afraid of the unknown. That's why I continued to live with him."
"So what happened?"
"Well, one day he came into my room, and for no reason at all, he started to slap me and beat me. He ripped off my panties and my bra and he raped me. I didn't try to resist or anything. I mean, this was nothing new to me. He had fucked me before, when my mother was still around. I was used to it, and I kind of enjoyed it. Most girls-especially when they're young-like to get it regularly. I would have enjoyed fucking my father, if only he hadn't been so rough about it. He beat me till I was almost unconscious, and then he drove his cock into my asshole."
"Your father seems to have been anally fixated," said Richard, with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, that's the truth," replied Gretchen. "He just loved my ass. He couldn't stop raving about what a tight little asshole I had. He just rammed it into me, without any lubrication or anything. I couldn't sit for a week after that because it hurt me so much."
"Did this become a steady thing with him?" asked Richard.
"It sure did," replied Gretchen. "He came into my bedroom every night and he would rape me. I say that he raped me, because our sex was always accompanied by acts of violence. That was the only way that he enjoyed it. He was a sadist. He was a regular sadist."
"Is that the reason that you packed your bags and ran away from home?" asked Richard.
"No," replied the girl. "I probably would have been able to endure it, if he would have stopped there. But it wasn't enough to beat me up. He insisted on degrading me. He would make me crawl around on the floor like a little dog, while he whipped me on the ass with a leather belt. He would make me suck his cock, and he would kick me in the face and in the breasts with his feet. He sometimes punched me so badly that I had to be taken to the hospital for a possible concussion."
"Wow," exclaimed Richard. "He really did play rough with you."
"He sure did," sighed Gretchen. "But things got much, much worse. One night he came home drunk with a couple of his friends from the neighborhood. I don't remember exactly how many of them there were, but all of them were soused to the gills. They were singing and drinking, and carrying on just like maniacs. I remember that I was frightened of the way they were yelling at the top of their lungs."
Gretchen paused for a moment, looking down on the ground as she recalled the terrible memory. Out in the distance, the sun was sinking deeper and deeper into the horizon. A couple of birds were nesting in a tree not far away, singing cheerfully. Gretchen looked at them, and then she looked back into Richard's face.
"You know, it makes me cry when I remember the past," she whispered. "When I recall all the horrible things that I've lived through, I shiver and I tremble all over. I feel like I'm still a little child, and I'm so afraid that I can't even describe my fear to anyone else. Do you understand?"
"Sure," said Richard. "I understand what you're trying to say. I understand it all."
"Do you want me to go on," asked Gretchen. "Do you want me to continue with my story?"
"Sure," replied Richard. "You tell me all about it. It will help you feel much better to get if off your chest. It always helps a person feel better to confide in someone."
"I suppose," said Gretchen, brushing her hair with her hands. She was silent for a second, thinking about nothing in particular.
Then suddenly, in a tremulous voice, she continued to speak: "I was all by myself, in by bedroom," she said. "My father and his drunken friends were out in the kitchen singing and dancing and making a lot of noise. I put the pillow over my head and tried to ignore all the racket. I tried to shut it out. I wanted to fall asleep and forget about everything. But I suppose it was fated that I should never fall asleep on that night. I suppose it was all part of some grand plan."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Richard.
"Well, suddenly, and without warning, my father and two of his friends broke into my room," said Gretchen in a hesitant tone of voice. "They dragged me out of bed and they started to play with me as though I was just a little dog or something. I hated them for it. They pulled off my pajamas and they started to rub my breasts with their fat, greasy hands."
"Did you try to stop them?" asked Richard.
"Of course I tried," replied Gretchen. "But the harder I struggled, the more they enjoyed it. They said that I had spunk and that they all liked a girl who showed spunk. Finally, after about half an hour, there was this big ox of a man with a red nose who suddenly opened up his pants. He made me he down on the kitchen table and he fucked me while the others watched. Then, one after another, the men who were my father's friends raped me. I was only fifteen years of age at the time. But that didn't matter to them. The only thing that mattered was their own sexual enjoyment. Those bastards raped me again and again, while I lay there helplessly struggling."
"What did you father do while all this was going on?" asked Richard, man was a real bastard." Can you imagine that he did nothing while his one and only daughter was getting raped by a bunch of dirty old men? They slobbered all over me, and they shot their hot seed into my cunt, just as though it was a toilet bowl. It was just disgusting. The bastard actually encouraged them, and laughed when it was all over," she said.
"So what happened after that?" asked Richard curiously. He found that his own sexual energies were being aroused as he listened to this story of rape and seduction. He could feel his penis growing in his pants. It was stiff and firm as it pushed against the fabric of his pants.
"Well," he repeated. "What happened after that?"
"My father turned me into a whore," replied Gretchen. "My own father, my flesh and blood, turned me into a prostitute. For several months after that night, he would invite his friends over to our apartment and he would force me to submit to them. When they were finished, they would give him money. The bastard was selling me to his friends; he was making a living off of my body. It was simply disgusting. I felt like garbage. It made me shiver and tremble all over. I would wash myself three or four times a day because I felt so cheap and dirty. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I was almost on the verge of committing suicide. I actually wanted to kill myself because I felt so terribly cheap."
"So what did you do?" asked Richard.
"I left my father one fine spring day, a couple of years ago," replied Gretchen. "I've been on the road ever since. It hasn't been an easy life, I'll admit, but it was better than putting up with all that filth. At least I'm on my own. At least I can do whatever I please."
"So where have you been to in all these years of traveling?" asked Richard.
"I've been all over," replied Gretchen. "I worked for awhile in Las Vegas, in one of the chorus lines. On the side I did some hustling. I made a lot of money, and I lost it all gambling. You know how it happens. You see a roulette wheel and you just can't control your impulses. That's just what happened when I was in Las Vegas. I had this compulsion to gamble. Some nights I would make two or three hundred dollars hustling in front of bars. The next afternoon I would lose it all at the casino table. Finally I decided that I wasn't going anywhere, so I packed my bag and I took to the road. I lived for awhile on a commune in New Mexico, but I didn't like that either. I really don't know what I want out of life. I guess that I'll just keep traveling around the country until I find what it is that I'm searching for."
Richard couldn't resist the impulse to kiss her. He bent over and pressed his lips to hers, inserting his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her nose and her eyes, and her forehead and her cheeks. The girl sighed and panted, quivering all over. Richard nuzzled his face into her breasts. He buried himself in her cleavage, kissing and licking and sucking on her creamy white mammaries.
"Ahhhhhh-" screamed the girl.
Richard reached down with his hands to her panties. He gently pulled them open and slithered underneath. He climbed past her forest of pubic fur, across her mount of Venus, down between her legs. He reached for her clitoris, grabbing this wet pearl between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed it and massaged it with all the gentle care that he could apply. The girl screamed out loud, lost in sexual excitement.
Richard gently inserted his long, middle finger into her honey pot. He pushed past her wet, swollen cunt lips, deep into the vaginal orifice. He rubbed the inside with his soft fingers, applying an exhilarating friction to the red, wet tissue. Gretchen jumped like a wild dog. She could never remember being so highly aroused.
"Ahhhhhh-" she cried, as she unzipped Richard's pants. She reached inside and grabbed his long, hard cock. She almost jumped when she felt how hot and firm it was. It burned her palms like a glowing ember. She reached down lower and massaged his testicles. She rubbed his scrotum, and she scratched his palms.
"You like that?" she asked.
"I love that," said Richard, as he shoved his fingers into her tight little cunt hole. "I just love the way you rub up my cock."
"I want to suck it," whispered Gretchen. "Do you mind?"
"No," said Richard as he pulled his finger out of her vaginal orifice. It was covered with pussy juice, and the smell filled the air. Richard put his finger next to his nose and he smelled the delightful aroma that emanated from its surface. He was lost in erotic ecstasy.
"Delicious," he whispered, almost incoherently. "It smells absolutely delicious."
Gretchen got up from Richard's lap, wiggling out of her wet panties. She rolled them over her tummy, pulling them past her luscious thighs and juicy calves, letting them fall in a puddle around her ankles.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she asked.
"Sure I want to look at your cunt," replied Richard. "There's nothing that would give me more pleasure."
Gretchen spread her legs wide apart, arching her back. She exposed her raw, red female genitalia to Richard's hungry eyes. He stared at the slit between her thighs and he could feel a lump forming in his throat. His cock grew harder and harder, until it almost burst from all the pressure. Richard could feel his heart beat increase to a furious pace. He breathed deeply and filled his lungs with the fresh country air.
"Wow," he said, "you've got the juiciest, wettest cunt that I've ever seen in my whole life. I would like to lick it and lick it till I couldn't stand it any longer."
"Not now," said Gretchen.
"Why not?" asked Richard, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in an obscene fashion.
"First I want to give you a blow-job," said the girl. "You go and sit down on your motorcycle."
"On my motorcycle?? ? ? ? " asked Richard incredulously. "Are you going to eat me while I'm sitting on my bike? I've never heard of that."
"It'll be fun," laughed Gretchen. "Once I gave a truck driver a blow-job while he was sitting on a toilet bowl. I just love to do crazy things."
"It's all right with me," nodded Richard, as he bounded over to his bike. He sat down on the seat, backwards. Gretchen walked over to him, bending over. She grabbed his cock into her mouth and she started to lave it with her tongue. She made the motions and movements of a professional. Richard could tell that she had done this sort of thing before. She knew just how hard to bite on his cock. She knew just how much pressure to apply. She didn't try to be anything except what he wanted her to be.
She knew that was the best way to do it, because if he wasn't pleased with her, he would punish her for it. Gretchen was perfectly satisfied with her role in this particular little scene, because nothing could have been more pleasing to her than the warmth and hardness of Richard's cock in her mouth.
"Hey," he said to her, placing his hands on her head, "you sure do a real fine job with that thing. You must have had lots of experience, huh?"
Gretchen couldn't say anything because of the hard piece of flesh in her mouth, but she looked up with her eyes at Richard, and smiled at him.
He looked down at her, intensely enjoying the feeling of her rough tongue slipping and sliding across, up and down his flesh. There was nothing like it in the world.
He could smell the sweet perfume of hot flesh coming up from his crotch, and he breathed it in fully, letting the warmth of the odor waft into his lungs. It was such a pungent, but delicious smell. Every time he had sex with someone, he could smell the scent of it afterwards for hours. Every time he lifted his hand up to his face, he would catch the odor of his flesh, and it would remind him of the sexual experience.
She was really a girl who knew not to bite down too hard, the way some girls will when they are engaged in oral-genital intercourse. But she did apply enough friction for Richard to feel everything.
"Shit!! ! Shit!! ! " he screamed, throwing his hands up into the air. He arched his back, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Gretchen's soft, wet mouth. She sucked and she bit on his erect organ with all the tenderness and love that she could bring to bear.
Suddenly, without any warning, the girl scooped up Richard's balls and sucked them into her mouth. She sucked on them and she blew on them and she licked them and tickled them with her tongue. Richard felt as though he was going to explode. He had never been eaten like this in his entire life. He had never experienced so much pure, sexual pleasure.
"Oh fuck!! ! ! ! ! " he screamed. "I can feel it. I can feel it all."
Richard was slowly building up for his orgasm. It would take a couple of more minutes. His balls were beginning to quiver. His insides were beginning to shake and shiver. Every cell in his body was standing at the edge, preparing to explode. It would take just a couple of more seconds for the final moment of sexual release.
Suddenly, without warning, it happened. Richard was speechless. He couldn't find words to express himself. He was lost in a wild sexual agony, and he could feel himself cringing and tightening all over. He inhaled, filling his lungs with life-giving oxygen.
"Oh shit!! ! ! " he screamed. "Oh shit!! ! ! "
Suddenly the sperm came barreling out of the tip of his long, hard cock. He shot deep into her mouth, filling her with his hot seed. The salty tasting semen filled her mouth, and Gretchen had to gasp. She felt as though she was being choked to death. The man's cock inside of her mouth throbbed and shook like a hot ember.
"Ohhhhhh-" cried the girl, as she sank her teeth into his long, hard organ.
Finally, after a few minutes, it was all over. Richard had emptied himself of his own seed. His penis began to recede. Soon it was soft, and flaccid. Gretchen held it between her lips. She liked its texture, and she liked the way it tasted.
"Good girl," said Richard. "That was the best blow-job that I ever got. That was really good."
Richard got up from the seat of his motorcycle, withdrawing his phallus from her mouth. Gretchen wiped off her lips, and shook her head just a little bit. She felt dazed. The taste of semen was still in her throat. She had to cough a little, to clear out her lungs.
"Are you all right?" asked Richard.
"Yeah," replied the girl. "I always cough after I eat someone's cock. It's a nervous reaction, I guess."
"You'd better get some clothes on," said
Richard. "You might catch cold. The wind is starting to blow hard. The sun is going down."
While Gretchen pulled on her panties and her blouse, Richard made a fire in the hole that he had dug earlier. Soon the flames were blazing, lighting up the evening sky. Gretchen cooked up some beans and a can of cooked beef, which the two of them shared. They ate silently. After the meal was over, Gretchen took the pots and pans over to the lake and washed them out, so that they were nice and clean.
Richard was waiting for her in the sleeping bag. She climbed in beside him. There was plenty of room for the two of them, because the bag was very large. Richard reached down for the girl's cunt. He found it. Then he drove his cock into it.
"Sheeeeeeeit," he screamed, as he made penetration. "That feels real good. You've got the tightest, wildest cunt that I ever did feel."
'Thanks for the compliment," replied Gretchen, as she revolved her hips and her pelvis. She sucked his cock into her womb, and she rubbed it softly and smoothly between her legs. She was very sensitive and it didn't take her very long to find her satisfaction. When she achieved her orgasm, she exploded like a volcano. Soon afterward, Richard ejaculated.
When it was over, he kissed her on the face.
"You give a good fuck," he said. "You give a real good fuck. You must have lots of experience."
"You know all about my experience," said Gretchen. "I've been around. I've fucked plenty of men before you, and I'll probably fuck plenty of men after you. I don't think any of them will be as good. I feel comfortable when I'm with you."
"Do you love me?" asked Richard.
"I don't know," replied the girl. "I hardly know anything about you. You haven't told me a thing about yourself."
'There's nothing much to tell about myself," said Richard. "I was brought up in an orphanage, after my parents deserted me. I hated it, and when I was fifteen, I ran away and joined the Army. I lied about my age. After I got out of the Army, I drifted around for awhile, finally moving to New York City where I joined a gang of cycle freaks."
"What's the name of your gang?" asked Gretchen.
"We're the Daredevils," said Richard. "We're a tough mob. I'li the leader."
"Do you guys rape girls, and that sort of thing?" asked Gretchen curiously.
"Yes," replied Richard. "We do it when things get slow. That's our kind of life."
"It sure sounds exciting," said Gretchen. "If I was a man, I would join a motorcycle gang. Violence attracts me."
"Violence attracts everyone," replied Richard. "It's part of human nature."
"How come you're not with your gang?" asked Gretchen.
"I was getting kind of tired," said Richard. "I felt like I needed a change. You know how it gets sometimes. I was feeling like I was at the end of my rope. I had just broken up with a girl, and life in general was getting me down."
"So you took out on your own," nodded Gretchen. "I understand that. Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I just love to walk and walk and walk. Sometimes I don't even know where I'm walking to."
"That's the way it is sometimes," laughed Richard. He kissed Gretchen on her mouth, as his hands slid around her waist. He could feel her naked breasts burning into his chest. He started to tremble all over. He didn't know why he was shaking, or why he felt so scared.
In the distance a wild dog howled. The sky was dark and cloudy. The sound of crickets filled the night air.
"Go to sleep," said Gretchen. "You'll feel much better."
"I'll try," replied Richard. "I'll try."
CHAPTER FOUR
With Richard gone, Willie the Weasel became the leader of the Daredevils. He was very restless, and he whipped the gang into immediate action. He started to terrorize the neighborhood, beating up everyone who got in his way.
Once he stalked into a restaurant, and when the proprietor didn't serve him immediately, he took a chair and broke it over the man's head.
He smashed all the windows in the place, and he beat up a couple of the waitresses. Two men who tried to stop him got cut on their hands and wrists.
"I'm not playing with you folks," said the Weasel. "From now on, when I go somewhere, I expect instant service. If anyone hassles me, I'll kill them. Dig??? "
The whole outlook of the gang changed after Richard left for his vacation. Up until then, they had tried to placate the people who lived in the neighborhood. They went out of their way to make friends with everyone. They tried to show that they were good, decent boys. But the Weasel changed this whole policy.
He got the gang together and he explained the way things would be run while Richard was gone.
"We're not a bunch of sissies," he said. "If someone gets in our way, then we're going to step on them. If someone hassles us, then we kick ass. This is an action gang, and we're going to have plenty of action. You guys agree with me?"
"Sure we agree," said the Philadelphia Kid. "I was getting pretty tired of sitting around doing nothing, with my hands in my pants. I want to see some blood."
"Me too," nodded Robert the Whale. "That's what I want. We got to get us some more girls up here. We've got to do a little more fucking."
"Don't worry," replied the Weasel. "It's going to get so hot around this neighborhood that there won't be any way to cool things down."
The very next afternoon, Willie and Robert were on their bikes, riding through the neighborhood. They spotted this young, brown-eyed girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She had long, silky black hair and she was wearing a tight mini-skirt that hugged the soft curves of her luxurious body.
"Get a load of that," said Robert the Whale. "That's some chick."
"Sure is," said the Weasel. "Why don't we stop and talk to her. Let's find out what her name is."
"Right on," smiled Robert.
The two gang members turned their bikes around and they drove up to where the girl was sitting. The parked their cycles near the curb, and they approached her. The girl looked up, watching as they walked over to her. She felt a little afraid and she wanted to run away. She had heard what had been going on in the neighborhood. Several girls had been raped in the past few days. It was commonly accepted that it was the Daredevils who were behind those rapes.
The girl in the mini-skirt, with the long black hair, got up and was about to walk away when Willie called to her.
"Hey," he said.
"Are you talking to me?" asked the girl.
"I sure am," said Willie. "I like the way you look. You've got a first class body. How come I've never seen you before today?"
"We just moved here," said the girl. "We come from Atlanta. My father works for an engineering company. He goes wherever they send him. In the past couple of years we've moved to five different places. All this moving gets me down."
"You're a real pretty chick," said Willie. "I really mean it. I saw you down the block, and I liked you immediately. Why don't you tell me what your name is?"
"My name is Lorraine," replied the girl. "My friends call me Lorry."
"Can I be your friend?" asked Willie the Weasel, as he snuggled up to her. He was a very forward person, and he never minced words. When he wanted something he went right after it.
"Hey, do you mind if I hold your hand?" he asked. "You've got a real pretty hand. I'll bet you can do a lot of things with your hand. I'll bet that you can give a real mean hand-job."
Lorraine blanched. She had never been spoken to in this manner. In a way, she felt sickened by it. But at the same time, it exhilarated her. She couldn't understand why she was turned on by this motorcycle freak. She couldn't understand why she felt her body trembling all over. Her clitoris started to ache violently. Her vagina became moist, and then extremely wet. She could feel her breasts jiggle deliciously.
"You look funny," said Willie. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine," replied the girl. "It's very hot out here. I hate the New York heat."
"So does everyone," laughed the Weasel. "New York is a giant asshole. Everyone who lives inside of it hates the way it stinks, but no one is willing to clean it up."
"That's the most disgusting thing that I've ever heard," said Lorraine. "No one has ever spoken to me like that."
"That's too bad," said the Weasel. "If I've offended you, then let me extend my apologies. I didn't mean to do so."
"Well, you're forgiven," whispered Lorraine.
Willie took her hand and he started to rub it in a very soft and delicate manner. Even though he was tough, he knew how to be tender. He knew all the romantic tricks that you have to use if you want to seduce a young girl. He started to tickle her palm, and he blew into her ear.
"Hey, stop that," said the girl, laughing. "It's getting me very excited."
"Do you feel horny?" asked Willie. "You can tell me the truth. I hear that all young girls get horny, unless they get fucked twice a day."
Lorraine blushed. "You shouldn't talk to me that way."
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Why the hell shouldn't I talk to you like that? Are you friends?"
Loraine just stared at her.
"I talk to all my friends the same way. I don't like to mince words. When I have something on my mind, I spit it out."
"Well, maybe I'm just a prude," said Lorraine. "My parents taught me never to use foul language."
"Fuck your parents, baby," said Willie. "I don't give a shit about what your parents taught you or didn't teach you. They're probably a bunch of uptight squares. The slightest excitement would have them crawling up the walls."
Lorraine started to laugh. "You're right," she said with a broad grin on her face. "My parents are really square. They don't understand a thing. If I come home from a date after twelve o'clock, they cut off my allowance for a week. Sometimes I just hate them. They still think that I'm just a little girl. They don't realize that I'm sixteen, and that I'm a woman. In another couple of years, if I can save up the money, I'm going to move out and get an apartment of my own, where I can do as I please."
"You bet, honey," said Willie. He bent over and he kissed her on the mouth. Lorraine had never been kissed like that in her entire life. She opened up her lips, and she could feel his long, lascivious tongue slide inside. He rubbed it against the upper ridges of her hard palate, applying an exhilarating friction to the inside of her mouth.
"Did you like that?" asked Willie.
"It was nice," replied Lorraine. "I've never been kissed like that before. I guess that the boys that I dated just didn't know any better. They would always fumble around, and they were so damn nervous when they made out with me. It was always a terrible experience for me."
"That's because you've been fooling around with boys," said Willie. "What you need is a man to teach you all about life. What you need is someone like me."
"Do you think that you can teach me?" asked the girl.
"You bet," replied Willie. "I know how to make a woman feel like a woman. If I fucked you, you would remember it forever. I really know how to move my cock around."
Lorraine blanched at the sound of those words. She had never been spoken to in such a blunt manner. She began to tremble all over. She was shaking and shivering passionately. She could feel her cunt get wet and soggy. Her nipples peaked, growing as hard as California cherries.
"Have you ever had sex with anyone before?" asked Willie in a curious tone of voice.
"What do you mean by that?" said the girl. "You know what I mean," replied Willie.
"No, I don't," said the girl.
"All right then," said Willie. "Do you want me to draw a picture of you? Tell me, have you ever been fucked?"
"No," said the girl. "Technically, I'm still a virgin."
"What the hell does that mean?" asked Willie.
"Oh, it's very easy to understand," said the girl. "I've never let anyone penetrate my vagina, but I have had sex on many occasions."
"Tell me all about it," laughed Willie. "I enjoy listening to stories."
"I hope that I don't bore you," said the girl. "It happened once, when I lived in a trailer camp in Winston, North Carolina. There was a boy who lived next door to us. He was tall, and very beautiful. I sort of loved him. I was fifteen at the time, and I think that he was seventeen or eighteen. He used to go around in jeans and a work shirt, and when he looked at me, it gave me goose bumps."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"Well, the two of us got very close after awhile," said Lorraine. "We were going steady for several weeks, and we used to pet and make out all the time."
"I'll bet that he wanted to fuck you," said Willie.
"He sure did," said Lorraine. "Whenever the two of us were alone, he would always reach down, underneath my dress."
"Oh, yen."
"Yen!"
"Tell me more."
"He'd move it around inside of me until I was screaming like a bitch in heat."
"Did he want to fuck you?" asked Willie.
"Did he!" she responded. "He wanted to fuck me. He used to open up his zipper and make me look at his penis. He used to beg me to let him put it into my honey pot. But I was adamant. I told him that it was not allowed. I told him that I was a virgin and that I wanted to remain a virgin."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"Well, one Saturday night, when we were coming home from the movies, he made his pitch again." Lorraine paused for a second, lost in her own thoughts.
"He started to beg me like a little child to let him have what he wanted," said Lorraine, continuing. "He almost started to cry in front of me."
" 'Please,' he said. 'Please let me fuck you.' "
"At first I refused him. But he became more and more insistent. Finally I had no choice. He took me home to the trailer where he lived with his parents. On that night, his parents were gone, so the two of us were all alone. He gave me some liquor to drink. My head was swimming around in circles. I just didn't have any will power."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"He started to undress me," replied Lorraine. "First he unbuttoned my blouse, nervously rubbing my breasts with his palms. Then he reached underneath, and he unhooked my brassiere. He was dribbling from his mouth, and he was very, very apprehensive. He started to kiss me on the mouth and on the face, nuzzling his head in my cleavage."
"Did you try to stop him?" asked Willie.
"Well, I tried," replied Lorraine. "But it didn't have any effect. He knew what he wanted and he was out after it. Besides, I liked it very much when he kissed and licked my breasts and my nipples. It thrilled me to the marrow. I went out of my head with excitement. My vagina was wet as a pond, and my clitoris was throbbing madly."
"So what happened between the two of you?" asked Willie. "Did he fuck you or not?"
"Well, he actually didn't fuck me," explained Lorraine. "But he got very close."
"I don't understand," said Willie.
"It's very simple," replied Lorraine. "After he took off my brassiere, he undid the back of my skirt, and he pulled down my panties, so that I was completely naked. He made me spread my legs wide apart, so that he could get a good look at my cunt. He stared at it with love in his eyes. He bent over, between my legs, and he started to suck on my pussy. He licked it and he bit it and he chewed on it with his lips and his teeth."
"I see," said Willie. "What did he do afterwards? Did he fuck you?"
"No," replied Loraine. "But he sure tried. He pulled down his pants, and he exposed himself in front of me. He made me look at his cock. It was great, and it drove me up the wall. I touched it and I rubbed it up, and I even bent over and kissed it with my lips."
"Sounds great," said Willie. "Listening to you tell me this story makes me real horny."
"I'm sorry," said Lorraine. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," laughed Willie. "I don't want you to stop. Please go on with it."
"All right," said the girl. "After he exposed his cock to me, I went really wild. I could barely control myself. I would have let him do anything. But suddenly, I felt very guilty. He was about to drive it into my cunt, when I rolled away from him."
"He must have been real mad," said Willie.
"He sure was," replied the girl. "He was mad as hell. He wanted to know why he couldn't fuck me. I told him that it wouldn't be right. I told him that I would feel guilty if I let him into my hole. Finally we reached a compromise. I let his fuck me in the ass. It's almost the same thing, I suppose. I turned over on my stomach, and he ripped his cock into my ass and he kept driving it into me until he creamed. I enjoyed the experience very much. It was absolutely great. Afterward, he would fuck me in the ass all the time. He used to put his finger into my cunt, while he jammed his cock into my asshole. He said that I had a real tight little asshole. He said that I had the tightest asshole that he ever fucked."
"So you're still a virgin," said Willie.
'Technically speaking," replied Lorraine. "I'm getting pretty tired of it. I would like to lose my virginity."
"Baby, you've come to the right place," said Willie. "I think that I can show you a real good time. Would you like me to show you what it is to be a woman?"
"I don't know," said Lorraine. "I'm still a little bit scared."
"Oh, there's nothing to be scared of," said Willie. "Why don't you get onto the back of my bike and I'll give you a nice ride to the club headquarters. We can break out some beer and we can really have a good party."
Lorraine hesitated for awhile. She really didn't know whether or not she would be safe with these cycle freaks. She almost refused Willie's offer, but she was feeling very, very lonely. She had just moved into the neighborhood, and she didn't have any close friends. She liked Willie, and his friend Robert, even if they did look different. They weren't rough and wild, the way she had heard. They seemed like very likable people.
"Well?? ? " asked Willie, repeating himself. "Would you like to come with us to our clubhouse? We can have a nice party. I'll show you how to fuck. Wouldn't you like to learn?"
"All right," said Lorraine, finally. She took
Willie's hand and followed him to the curb, where his bike was parked.
She got on behind him and put her arms around his waist. She held on to him very tightly, pressing her young, nubile bosom to his back. They rode around for awhile, finally arriving at the club headquarters after half an hour. Willie led her up the stairs to where some of the other guys were sitting around, smoking cigarettes.
"Look what I got, fellas," said Willie to the others. "This broad is going to fuck for us."
Lorraine felt frightened. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. "I don't want to fuck all of these guys."
The door was closed, and locked.
Willie looked up at her. "I'm afraid that you haven't got much of a choice," he said. "You came of your own free will, and before you leave, you're going to have to make all of us happy."
Lorraine looked into Willie's eyes. She noticed that he had changed. He looked mean and devilish. She could hardly recognize him anymore. There was pure hatred emanating from his face. It was an evil glow that came from his dark eyelids.
"Wait a second," she said. "You know that I didn't have this in mind when I came with you. I figured that it was going to be just the two of us."
"Sorry baby," said Willie. "Whatever is mine, I share with the other guys in the gang.
No one holds out in this club."
"You even share your woman?" asked Lorraine.
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Why shouldn't I share the woman. I don't mind. What's so special about a woman? They're a dime a dozen on any street corner.
Lorraine started to cry, tears flowing down her cheeks. She was afraid. She was shaking like a leaf.
"What are you crying about, bitch?" asked Willie.
"I want to go home," replied Lorraine. "Please let me get out of here. I didn't do anything to any of you. Why are you holding me as a hostage, locked up in here? It isn't fair."
"Not everything in life is fair," said Willie the Weasel. "Life is very unfair. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, while other people end up eating garbage. Life is like that. We have to accept what we get."
"But I don't want to be gang-raped by you guys," said Lorraine. "I don't think that I could take it. If you guys raped me, I think I would go crazy. I think I would commit suicide."
"That's your problem," replied Willie. "Just as long as we get our kicks, I don't care what happens to you."
"You're a cruel bastard," said Lorraine.
"I sure am," laughed Willie the Weasel. "I happen to be proud of that. I cut a man's heart out once, because I was just plain curious."
"Are you going to cut my heart out?" asked Lorraine.
"I don't think so," replied Willie. "You just be a good girl and take your clothes off. My cock feels very hungry, if you know what I mean. I haven't been laid in a long time. I can't wait till I get into your sweet, juicy pussy. I'll bet that you're creaming right in your panties."
Lorraine tried to run away, but two gang members caught her, and brought her back. She struggled in their arms, trying to break away, but they were much too strong for her. There was no way out. She was trapped, like a rat in a maze.
"Oh please," she cried. "Please let me go."
Willie pulled off the belt from his pants. He started to whip Lorraine with it.
"Shut up bitch," he said. "There's no way out of here. Before you go, you're going to make us happy. If you keep whining, then I'm going to cut your tongue out. Would you like me to do that to you?"
Lorraine was silent. Robert the Whale walked up to her and ripped off her mini-skirt. Then he unbuckled her brassiere, uncovering her shivering young breasts. He grabbed them in his hands and started to rub them up very smoothly.
'That's a good girl," said Robert, kissing her on the mouth. "I know that you enjoy it. All women enjoy getting fucked; Isn't that a fact?"
"Please leave me alone-" pleaded Lorraine. "Don't do this to me. Don't rape me."
The more she begged, the more excited everyone became. Willie loved to see young girls begging and pleading. He liked to see them crawling around on their knees, in front of him, pleading for mercy. He stared at Lorraine's sweet, tender young breasts. They were the most tempting sight that he had encountered in a very long time. They made him jump for joy. He wanted to bite them and suck them and chew on them, just like a little child.
"Take her panties off," said Willie.
The Philadelphia Kid rushed out and grabbed hold of the girl's panties. He rolled them off of her and held them in his hands.
"Hey, let me smell them," said Robert the Whale. "I love to smell a girl's panties."
Robert picked up the undergarments and pressed them to his nose and he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the glorious female scent. He had never experienced such complete joy. He had never inhaled such a delightful perfume. He started to lick the crotch of her panties with his tongue. He lapped up the sweet juices, jumping up and down, like an overgrown baby.
"Wow!! ! " he said. "This bitch has the best smelling pussy in the whole world. It's delicious."
He passed her panties around, and the other gang members sniffed at them. They all jumped around like little children, singing and shaking their bodies.
Lorraine watched them with fear in her eyes. She was completely naked. The black pubic hair that flared up from between her legs glistened and glimmered with sweat. Her buttocks jiggled, and her breasts shook and heaved.
"Tell me something," said Willie. "You've never been fucked. Hasn't anything unusual ever happened to you?"
"Why do you want to know?" she replied.
"Never mind why I want to know," said Willie. "You just answer my question or you'll be sorry."
"No, nothing ever happened to me," she replied.
"Is that the truth? asked Willie. "Your face turned red when I asked you. Are you sure?"
"Not that I can remember," said Lorraine, her voice trembling.
"Is that the truth?" asked Willie, his voice loud and menacing.
Lorraine was afraid of these boys. They all looked so terribly mean. She was afraid they would beat her if she didn't tell them the truth.
"Well," repeated Willie. "Did your parents ever do anything unusual."
"No, I swear it," she said. "You're lying, I can tell it in your face. Tell us now!" screamed Willie.
The girl was terrified. "Well only once something did happen."
"What was that? "asked Willie, eyes afire.
"My father beat me once for . . . . "
"For what, tell us or I'll bash your head in," screamed Willie.
"My father caught me with my brother in the back yard," she cried.
"Tell us what happened," said Willie.
"When I was about fifteen I sneaked out to the back yard to smoke a cigarette. I wasn't allowed to smoke and if my father ever caught me I knew he would beat the daylights out of me. I hid behind the garage in the back and lit a cigarette." She hesitated.
"Go on, keep going," ordered Willie.
"I was alone," she continued. "There were no houses behind ours. I knew no one could see me so I lifted up my skirt and started to massage my cunt. Just for the heck of it, I had never done it before outside like that. I liked to feel the cool air on my cunt. After I had finished my cigarette I lay back and kept my finger in my cunt. I think I almost feel asleep. Oh please don't make me."
"Keep going and make it snappy," replied Willie.
"I was lying there in the sun when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw my brother Jack standing there watching me. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid my brother would tell my father. I begged him to keep quiet."
"My brother was a year older than me," she continued. "I once overheard him talking with a friend of his and he told of how he had fucked some girl in his class. We hardly saw each other, and I couldn't ask him not to say anything just for a favor. He wanted to be rewarded. He told me to pull my skirt all the way up, he just wanted to see my cunt, he said."
"So you showed it to him, right?" asked Willie. "I bet he thought it was very fine."
"Yes, he bent down and looked at it and then he took out his cock and I saw it was hard, very hard, bigger than any cock I had seen in my whole life. I really hadn't seen any cock, just pictures. He told me he wanted to fuck me, he said it was fun and nothing would happen and no one would ever find out because he would never tell. I begged him not to but he threatened to tell my father that I was smoking and playing with myself if I didn't do what he said."
"So you let him fuck you, right. You damn whore," said Willie. He only wanted to mock her, not really feeling any disgust for her. In fact, he was almost drooling at her story. "Go on, finish the story."
"That's just about it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and he fucked me. I didn't like it at first but after a few minutes I didn't mind at all. I felt a completely new feeling rushing into my body and I started to breathe very heavy and loud. He came and his cock started to shrivel but I wanted him to keep going. I didn't understand he had finished. Just as he tried to pull out and I was begging him not to stop my father came out to look for him and found us."
She was almost in tears recalling the horrible incident. But the gang had no thoughts to let her off just yet.
"What happened then? Did he fuck you too?" asked Willie, laughing.
"No, he beat me and called me every name he could think of and kept me in the house for months. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to die."
"Just what I thought," said Willie. "I knew you were a bitch."
"You bastard," she answered. "I hate you for making me tell that. I never told anybody about that before. You animals."
Willie was laughing at the terrified girl. "You bitch, we'll fix you."
Four of the gang members grabbed Lorraine and dragged her to the center of the room. Each took hold of a leg or arm and picked her up off the ground, limbs extended. She screamed. "No, please let me alone, please."
"We're going to fix your ass. Make believe you're with your brother," Willie said.
The girl was held above the ground by the four gang members, her face pointing downward, completely unable to move on her own. Her fleshy white ass shook as they rocked her slowly, and her ample breasts shook under her.
"What an ass," yelled Willie.
"Yeah," said the Whale, "I what to lick it out right now."
"No, not yet," snapped Willie. "I've got something else in mind."
Willie took off his clothes and stood before the nude girl, his stiff cock throbbing with anticipation. His head was swollen with red heat and a small drop of lubrication gleamed at the tip.
"All right," he said, "I want a good blow job, you hear?"
The girl shook her head. "Please, let me go."
"It looks like you don't have much choice," said Willie, standing closer to her and letting his cock almost touch her face. "Now, boys, bring her down."
The four helpers picked the girl up higher, suspended her over Willie's cock, and then brought her down right on it.
"Open your mouth," yelled Willie. "Open it right now. Don't give us a hard time or we'll shave your ass."
"Please," she cried. "Don't do it."
"Open up, bitch," said Willie, taking his cock in hand and pointing it up so that her mouth was directly over it.
The boys raised Lorraine again and brought her down onto Willie's cock. This time they saw her mouth slide over his erect rod and cover it completely. Then they let her down slowly, watching her mouth slowly bury Willie's cock. They slid her down until her face swam in Willie's black bush.
"Oh yeah," said Willie. "That's just fine."
They raised her until her mouth only covered Willie's head, his staff glistening with her saliva. Then down again they went, almost ramming the cock down her throat. Up and down they continued, each time pulling her up to Willie's bulging head and then letting her down all the way to the root, Willie's cock bulging and glistening each time it was exposed before another plunge.
Willie felt the come rise quickly into his staff. Each time he felt Lorraine's lips against his coarse bush he pumped in a little harder, completely burying his cock in her warmth.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I feel it coming. Girl, I'm about to shoot the biggest load you ever swallowed. Right down into your throat."
The girl tried to say something, but her mouth was full of his cock and only a pleading moan came out.
Willie felt the come rise to the tip of his cock and swell his head in one final minute of tension. Lorraine went up to the tip, her mouth now dribbling with saliva.
"Here it comes," said Willie, ramming his hips upward to meet her down-coming mouth. His cock shot up into her mouth into her throat, burying it in warm wetness as he shot his gism in quick hot spurts. Lorraine gasped when she felt the juice shooting into her mouth and striking the sides, dripping down into her stomach.
They let her down and she spit on the floor, enraged. She could hardly catch her breath. She spit and then gasped, then spit and gasped, looking up at Willie and the others with hatred in her eyes.
"You bastards, you stink. You're nothing but trash, did you hear? Trash."
"You bitches never learn," said Willie. "You deserve more than that."
"Leave me alone," screamed the girl. "Haven't you done enough to me?"
"Not nearly enough," replied Willie. "All women should be taught to shut their mouths. Women are holes, and the only good thing they can do is fuck. Besides that, they have no other purpose. The thing that's wrong with the world today is that women think they're just as good as men. Women try to castrate men. They enjoy cutting off a man's balls. You can't trust any of them."
"You're crazy," said Lorraine. "You're obviously demented. You should go to a hospital. You should get treated."
"Don't make fun of me," shouted Willie, glowing with anger. "If you don't watch it, you'll really get something to remember."
"Fuck you," screamed Lorraine, realizing she had nothing to lose.
"You better be quite," warned the Weasel. "I'm not fooling with you. You want to get your pussy shaved?"
"Ha," laughed Lorraine, not able to feel any fear any longer. She felt numb all over. "You're just a lot of wind. The only way you can enjoy sex is when it's forced. You're an idiot. You didn't have to beat me. I would have given myself to you voluntarily. If you had been nice, I might even have submitted to the rest of the gang."
"I'll bet," said Willie. "I don't care what you say. You deserve everything you get. Every woman does. It will do them all good to be taught a lesson."
"You belong in a mental asylum," laughed Lorraine. "I feel sorry for you. I really do. You happen to be helpless, a pathetic creature who can only show you're a man with violence."
"Shut up," screamed Willie. "Now you're really asking for it."
"Let me teach her a lesson," said the Philadelphia kid. "I could dig fucking her myself."
They picked up Lorraine again, this time with Willie holding onto one of her legs. They raised her and pulled her limbs out so that she could not budge.
The kid took off his clothes. His cock was already hard as he looked over her soft white ass. "Spread them a bit, boys," he said.
They spread her legs apart further. The kid walked between her legs and stood behind her, looking down at her ass. Her bush was slit open by the angle of her extended legs.
"What a nice ass," he said. "And a fine bush too. Look at that clit, boys." He bent down to inspect the swollen red strip, feeling it with his fingers and then jamming it into her hole. "Nice and wet, too."
His cock was now fully erect, throbbing in front of him as he stood. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he said. "Fucking is too good for you. You deserve something else. Get the grease, boys."
Even as Lorraine watched the kid rub the jelly-like grease over his stiff rod, she said nothing. She was ready for anything at this point.
The kid returned to her ass and pushed her legs apart even further, until it looked as if she would be torn apart at the seams. Then he pointed his shining cock at her pearly ass and positioned it just at the crack. "Here goes," he said.
He pushed hard and felt his cock slide into her asshole. She winced slightly, feeling his hot member inside her. The kid stood with his cock impaled in the girl, hanging freely within her warm tight hole. He thrust in and out, feeling her insides being stretched with each new thrust. "Oh, this is good," he said. "Don't let her move."
The kid pumped hard, burying his cock at last completely within the tight confines of her ass. As he pumped he greased her hole so that by the time he felt thegism swelling in his rod he was sliding in and out as easily as he could have imagined, as if he were fucking her. He let out a yell as he felt the juice spurt warm and wet into her ass. When he pulled out his cock was covered in gism and grease.
"How about cleaning me up a bit," he said.
He went around to the front of the girl until she could see his cock, limp and filthy. "Please no," she said. "Please."
"C'mon, just a quick job," he said.
"Please stop. Just leave me alone. Haven't you done enough? What's the matter with you?"
"Forget it, Philadelphia," said Robert the Whale. "I've got something else in mind. Why don't we shave her pussy and her head."
"Yeah," said the kid, "let's shave her so she's completely naked."
"Yeah, I'm going to shave her pussy and then I'm going to fuck her until she can't stand it any longer. I'm going to show her what a real man is like."
"Get some shaving cream and some razors," he called to some of the other gang members. They ran to the bathroom and returned with the equipment.
"Hey, what are you going to do to me?" asked Lorraine, terrified at the sight of the razors.
"Are you scared?" laughed Willie the Weasel.
Lorraine broke free and started jumping all over the place, like a wild animal. Two of the gang members had to grab hold of her and restrain her. She was made to lie on the bed.
"What are you going to do?" she cried once again.
"We're going to shave your pussy," said Robert.
"Yeah," laughed Willie. "We're going to shave off those nice curly locks of yours. Don't worry, it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it. You'll have the time of your life."
"Are you going to let me go afterwards?" asked Lorraine, begging for mercy.
"Sure we're going to let you go," replied Willie. "But first we're going to gangbang you."
"Please let me go," she cried.
"Shut up," snapped Willie. "You should consider yourself lucky. We didn't beat you, did we? All we did was fuck you. Don't you like to get fucked? You did when you fucked with your brother, right?"
Before she could say another word, a gag was placed on her mouth. Two men held her down, and two others held her arms. Willie took the can of shaving cream and sprayed a liberal amount on the pubic hair that flared out from between her thighs.
"Don't worry," he said, "this isn't going to hurt you at all."
He massaged the lather into her pubic fur, and then cut down her forest. When it was all over he washed her pelvis and mound of Venus with a damp sponge.
"You look beautiful," he said. "You look just like a little girl again. like when your brother fucked you." Robert the Whale was the first to fuck her. He climbed on top of her and spread her legs apart with his thick, greasy fingers. He reached for the mouth of her cunt, prying apart her swollen cunt lips.
"Wow," he said, "she's real soft inside. She's got the softest pussy in the whole world."
By this time, after suffering with so much indignity, and after being abused and degraded to the point of indifference, Lorraine could not react at all to Robert's manipulations. She had fallen into a state of complete silence. She didn't know what was happening to her. She was dazed and helpless.
Robert the Whale rammed his long cock into her soft pussy, but she did not react to his penetration. In fact, she could hardly feel it. She lay on the bed, completely limp, as he got his rocks wet. She acted as a passive receptacle for his seed.
After Robert came, Willie went back for more. He mounted her and tried to whip her into a frenzy. But he was unsuccessful. She simply didn't react to his manipulations. He just stuck his cock into her hole and rubbed it back and forth until he came again.
"Shit," he said when it was over. "That was no fun. It was just like jerking off. What's the matter with her? Is she frigid or something? I'll bet she's as frigid as an iceberg."
One after another the gang members raped her. She lay with her legs spread apart and couldn't move. She was in such a complete daze that she didn't even know what was happening to her.
I was about nine o'clock in the evening when the gang was finished with her. They had subjected her to countless indignities. They had gang-raped her and shaved off her bush. They had mocked her for being a woman.
Willie bent down and removed the gag from her mouth. "How do you feel, bitch?"
Lorraine opened her eyes and saw all the members of the gang staring at her. Suddenly she was brought back to the world of reality. She smelled all those naked cocks and the vile odor of their reeking sweat.
"What have you done to me?" she suddenly asked. "What the hell have you bastards been doing to me?"
"We've given you a good gang-bang," replied Willie. "You didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, you must have enjoyed yourself thoroughly."
"I hate you all," she screamed, almost hysterical. "You all are sick, you are animals."
"Now is that a nice way to talk to some one after they gave you such a good time?" said Willie. "Are you going to tell your father that you were fucking again? It'll be all right this time because you didn't do it with your brother."
"Oh, you're such a bastard. Why do you keep saying that? Why did I have to tell you about that?" she moaned.
CHAPTER FIVE
For the next few days, after the incident with Lorraine, Willie felt extremely morose. He went into a horrible depression which no one could bring him out of. He wouldn't talk to any of the gang members, and he refused to eat or drink. He just sat by the window of the clubhouse and he would stare into the hot, desolate street.
A letter came from Richard stating that he would be gone for at least a month. He had met up with a beautiful chick in the mountains and he was living with her. Willie read the letter several times and then he threw it into the trash can.
"What's the matter?" Robert asked him. "Why are you so blue?"
"I really don't know," laughed Willie. "It must be the weather."
"You can't blame the weather for everything," replied Robert. "There's something bothering you. What is it? You can tell me."
"It's hard to talk," said Willie. "It's just that I'm afraid that Lorraine might have been right. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I do belong in a mental institution."
"She was full of shit," said Robert, chewing on a chocolate candy. "Don't you know that you should never listen to a dame? She was sore that we raped her. She couldn't fight back, so she called you dirty names. That's how women work. First they say things that make you doubt yourself, then they take the shears and they cut your balls off. Forget about her. What you need is some action to set you straight."
"You're right," nodded Willie. "You're a hundred percent right."
"Come on," said Robert. "Let's get on our bikes, just the two of us, and we can go and kick some ass."
It was a steamy afternoon. The two boys rode around the neighborhood for awhile, then they headed uptown, to Times Square. There were a couple of whores waiting around on the street corners, near the numerous movie houses in the area. There were hardly any people out in the streets, because of the heavy heat which scorched the city.
"Look at that one," said Willie, pointing to a very big-breasted prostitute. "She's got the biggest pair of boobs that I ever did see. Wouldn't you like to get a bite out of her?"
"I sure would," replied Robert. "I think that it would be fun to fool around with a whore."
Willie got off of his bike and he walked over to this tall, statuesque prostitute, with the high, round bosom.
"Hi," he said. "Me and my friend would like to have a little fun."
"I don't fool around with bikers," said the woman. "Go to hell."
"We got money, baby," said Willie. "If you don't like our money, then well go to someone who-likes it better."
"How much money do you guys have?" asked the greedy prostitute.
"Oh, we've got a hundred bucks for you," said Willie. "Well let you have it all, if you treat us real nice. My friend and I are very horny."
"Why don't you go and rape yourself a chick?" said the prostitute. "Isn't that your style?"
"No, we're peaceful, law-abiding citizens," explained Willie. "We don't believe in violence. It's against our code. We want to get fucked. We're willing to pay for it."
"My name is Roxanne," said the prostitute.
"My name is Willie, and the other guy is called Robert the Whale, because of his corpulence."
"He sure looks like a whale," laughed Roxanne.
"Will you come with us?" asked Willie.
"Sure, I'd sell my own sister for a hundred bucks," said Roxanne. "I can only spend a couple of hours with you. And I don't want any rough stuff. If you beat me up, my pimp will get you."
"You know, that makes me shake like a leaf," said Willie. "Get on the back of my bike."
"I live on East Seventy-Fourth Street," said the prostitute. "You guys can leave your bikes parked in the garage downstairs."
"Let's go baby," said Willie.
Roxanne climbed on the back, putting her arms around Willie's waist. She held on tightly, as he weaved through the heavy traffic. Robert the Whale followed close behind him. When they got to Seventy-fourth Street, they turned left for two blocks, coming to a large, modern apartment building that had been built just recently.
"It looks expensive," said Willie, parking his bike. "How much rent do you pay on your apartment?"
"It's a bundle," laughed the girl. "I pay more than five hundred dollars a month. Besides that, I furnished the place with very, very expensive art work. The decorations on the walls come to several thousand dollars."
"You must be a real rich lady," said Willie. "How much do you make a week?"
"Between a thousand and fifteen hundred," said Roxanne. "Lately business has been dropping off so I have to work in the streets. There's a recession in the country, and it hits the prostitutes the worst. Men aren't as generous as they used to be. In the old days, they would leave me a fur coat just for a present. But now they count their change, like they're coming home from a supermarket."
"Those are the breaks, baby," said Willie, as he followed into the apartment building. Robert the Whale, who was silent, walked close behind.
Roxanne had not been exaggerating when she said that her apartment was lavishly decorated. Several Picassos hung on the walls, as well as a few Renoirs and Monets. The rooms were large and breezy, and the floors were covered with a thick, apricot-colored rug.
"This is real snazzy," said Willie the Weasel. "This is the snazziest looking joint that I ever came across."
"I'm glad that you like it," said Roxanne. "Now would you please let me see the hundred bucks that you were talking about?"
"First you show us a good time," said
Willie. "You make us happy and then well make you happy."
"Listen," said the prostitute. "All my customers pay in advance. If you don't give me the money right now, then I'll have to ask you guys to leave."
"Just because you ask doesn't mean that we'll be listening," replied Willie. He took off his jacket and his shirt, and unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out of his pants and held it in his hands.
"Come here baby," he said. "Take a suck on my cock. I know that you want to eat it. I'll bet that you haven't eaten anything this tasty in your entire life."
Roxanne was angry, and she began to turn red. She was wearing a miniskirt made of red and black velvet, a pair of dark orange stockings. Her breasts were high and round, pressing against the thin, summer blouse that she had on. Her face was heavily plastered with make-up, and her mascara was a little smudged.
"You guys better get the hell out of here," she said. "Either you pay me the hundred dollars in advance, or you have to leave."
"Who's going to make us?" asked Willie. "My friend Robert and I don't scare easily."
Roxanne didn't know how to answer. She operated without a pimp, and she had been doing well for the past year and a half. She had even put away a little money in the bank. She had never had any trouble from anyone, and she liked it that way.
"I should never have picked these bastards up," she thought to herself.
It was only the fact that they said that they had money, which made her go with them. Now she realized that she had been a fool. She should have asked to see the money. But she hadn't thought of it at the time. She had been too greedy to think clearly. Now she was in a bind.
"Listen, you guys," she finally said. "I happen to be a hard working girl. I don't like any trouble. I never start trouble with anyone. I mind my own business and I lead a quiet and simple life. Why the hell do you want to hassle me?"
"We don't want to hassle you baby," replied Willie. "I think that you must be paranoid or something. All we want is to get fucked. I hope that it isn't too much to ask from a sweet young thing like yourself."
"Are you going to pay me afterwards?" asked the girl.
"Nope," replied Willie simply. "First of all, we just don't have the money to pay you with."
"But you said . . . "
"Never mind what I said," whispered Willie. "I'm a terrible liar. I say one thing and I mean another. Would you have come with me, if I told you that I was broke? Of course you wouldn't have. So I had to lie to you. I'm a very horny person. I like to get my rocks wet at least three times a day. I like to get laid in the morning, just before breakfast. Then, I like to get laid in the afternoon, after I've eaten lunch. Finally, I like getting laid at night, just before I go to sleep. I find that fucking is a very relaxing experience. It helps get the circulation going, and it makes me a happier and healthier individual."
"You think you're smart, don't you?" asked Roxanne. "You must think that you're some kind of wise guy."
"That's right," nodded Willie. "I happen to think that I'm very smart. In fact, I think that I'm the smartest person that I know."
"Yeah," agreed Robert the Whale. "Willie is a real smart boy. And you would be smart not to get him angry. When Willie gets angry, there's no telling what he might do. He resorts to violence, and I've seen him beat some people up very, very badly. You don't want to get beaten up, do you?"
Roxanne sat down on a sofa, lighting up a cigarette very nervously. Suddenly she felt a stabbing pain in her back. Her teeth began to hurt. She was shivering all over, like a little girl. She didn't know what to do. There was no way out for her. She was a captive in her own apartment, and there was no way for her to resist.
"What's the matter honey?" asked Willie, staring at her legs. An ample portion of her thighs was exposed underneath her short miniskirt. She was a warm, voluptuous woman, well built and extremely well put together.
Willie was still standing in front of her, holding his exposed cock in his hands. He was rubbing it smoothly, and massaging it with his bare fingers. He walked up to the girl, who was smoking the cigarette and he thrust his organ into her face. He rubbed it in her eyes and on her nose, and lips.
"Hey, stop it," she said, dropping the cigarette out of her hands. "Stop rubbing it in my face."
As she opened up her mouth to speak, Willie thrust his penis through her thick, whorish lips. She bit down upon it, almost automatically, and laved it with her tongue.
"That's a good girl," laughed Willie. "You just keep sucking on my cock. You can leave all the talking to me. Women, like little children, should be seen and not heard."
Suddenly, Roxanne made a fist and feebly punched Willie in the stomach. He had been caught off guard, and he went reeling across the carpeted floor, crashing into a potted rubber plant near the large window.
"You bitch," he said, getting up. "You shouldn't have done that to me. You really shouldn't have done that."
"I'm sorry . . . " said the girl, mortified by terror. She was afraid of what would happen. She hadn't meant to punch him. She really didn't intend to sock him in the stomach. It had been an instinctive reaction on her part.
"I'm really sorry," she repeated. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Then why did you do it?" asked Willie. "Why the fuck did you punch me? I don't like to be punched, you know. I've killed people for less."
"It was an accident," replied the whore. "My hand slipped. It really did."
"I'll bet it did," laughed Willie. "I'll just bet it did."
He started to pace around the room, with his arms clasped behind his back. Suddenly he caught sight of one of the paintings that was hanging on the bright green wall. It was a small Van Gogh, which Roxanne had bought at an auction for two thousand dollars. She had bought it as an investment, because someone had told her that art usually has a very high resale value, and that the painting of great masters double and triple in value in very short periods of time.
"You like that?" she asked of Willie, who was staring at the painting very intently.
"Yeah, it looks real cool," replied Willie. "It's the coolest thing that I ever saw."
"I paid a lot of money for it," said Roxanne. "Although I don't have much of a formal education, I like art and the theater and stuff like that. I read a lot, and I even like to write poetry once in awhile."
"You're a real bright bitch," laughed Willie. "You're the brightest bitch that I ever did see. I like broads with education. It's a challenge to me."
Willie turned to look into Roxanne's heavily mascaraed eyes. Then he turned back to stare at the painting on the wall. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and he snapped it open. He rubbed the blade against his trousers, and then he jammed it into the center of the painting. Within two seconds, he slashed the masterpiece to bits. He ripped it up, so that it was totally mutilated.
"Why the hell did you do that?" screamed Roxanne.
"Why did you punch me in the belly?" asked Willie. "You're lucky that I didn't cut your nose off, and stuff it into your mouth. You're very lucky that I only cut up this damn painting."
"It cost me two thousand dollars," cried Roxanne.
"Just put it on the tab," laughed Willie. "Just put it on the tab."
He folded up the switchblade and then put it back into his pocket. Then he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. He picked them up and he folded them over the back of a chair. Next he removed his jockey shorts, so that he was completely naked, his cock hanging down from between his legs in an obscene manner.
Roxanne stared at his naked phallus and she felt mildly disgusted. She knew that she would have to submit to this violent beast. She knew that he would have her. She knew that her cunt would spread open for his incoming cock. There was no way that she could resist. She was a helpless woman, unarmed and unprotected. This feeling of helplessness flooded her body with anxiety.
"What's the matter baby?" asked Willie. "Haven't you ever seen a naked body?"
"Oh leave me alone," replied the girl, lighting up another cigarette.
Willie ran over to her, and picked her up, and started to slap her violently across her face. He slapped her again and again, as she struggled in his arms. She kicked him, once or twice, but there was no way for her to elude his powerful grasp.
He grabbed hold of her blouse, and he ripped it off. Then he pulled off her velvet miniskirt. She was standing in her brassiere, panties and stockings. A black garter belt held up her orange stockings.
"Let's go, baby," said Willie. "Take it off. Take it all off. Me and Robert are going to watch. You better make it an interesting show, or we're going to ass your ass like it has never been burned."
The girl was shaking and trembling all over. A few tears washed out from her eyes, rolling across her cheeks, down to her soft white shoulders. Her auburn hair which had been so neatly styled was now in a tangle and in complete disarray. She looked at the two cycle freaks on the sofa. They were staring at her in an obscene fashion. They frightened her very much. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know which way to turn.
"Let's go," screamed Willie. "Give us a show."
"Yeah," said Robert. "Show us your cunt."
The girl started to twist and gyrate obscenely. She shook her pelvis and swayed her buttocks and her hips in an erotic manner. Soon she felt relaxed. After a few moments she was not as tense as she had been. Dancing always calmed her down. She walked over to the stereo system that stood beside the bookcase, near the window. She flipped on a record. The music was smooth, and silky. It flowed out of the stereo speakers like thick, rich honey.
Roxanne moved her body rhythmically, swaying back and forth. She reached back, and she unhooked her brassiere. Slowly, she rolled the shoulder straps across her bare arms. In a second, her breasts were released from the restraining cups. They were large and perfectly rounded, like two pomegranates. Roxanne started to rub them with her fingers. She massaged her nipples in an obscene manner. Slowly they hardened and stiffened, until they were as large as two California strawberries.
"Wow," exclaimed Robert the Whale.
"You ain't kidding," laughed Willie. "Look at the boobs on that broad. I've never seen a broad with such fantastic boobs. It makes me shiver all over, just like a little baby. I want to run over to her, and put my mouth on her nipples and suck out the milk."
"You ain't just whistling Dixie," replied
Robert. "You ain't just whistling Dixie."
Roxanne was completely unaware of the two boys on the sofa, who were watching her so intently. As soon as the music had started, she was transported into a world of her own. Nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that she wanted to do was to keep dancing.
'To dance is to live," she thought to herself.
She wanted to dance and forget about herself, and the horrible life that she had become involved in. Once she had been a little girl. Once she had been a child, and she had had dreams and great expectations. Where had all those expectations gone to? Where were all the great things that she had longed for? It was as though they had melted in the summer heat. It was as though they had never existed. She had bartered the precious things in life for a handful of green dollars. It seemed that money was all that mattered to her. She had chased after it, and she had sold her very body and soul for the money. Where had it gotten her? Was she any happier now that she had achieved fantastic wealth?
"No.. . " she whispered to herself. 'The money is nothing. I'm just as miserable as I've ever been. I'm all alone, in this miserable city. I'm stuck in this dung heap, and I'm struggling just to breathe and to survive. My whole life is an empty, vast wasteland."
Roxanne closed her eyes and continued to dance. When she listened to the music, she forgot everything. When she shook her body, she was no longer troubled or bothered by the haunting memories and remembrances which disturbed her.
"Look at that bitch move," laughed Willie. He had never seen anyone dance so gracefully. It was as though she was totally involved in the activity. Her sensuous breasts heaved and jiggled ever so slightly. Her belly revolved in a delicious manner. She swayed her wide hips, and shook her pelvis to the erotic sounds that beat away in her brain.
Slowly, she unbuckled the clasps of her garter belt. She rolled her orange stockings, over the milky whiteness of her creamy smooth thighs, past her luxurious calves, down to her ankles. Now she was only wearing a pair of clean white panties.
"Take 'em off," screamed Robert the Whale, popping a sour ball candy into his mouth. "Let's go. Take 'em off."
The girl grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her silk panties and she tugged on them very gently. She rolled them over her belly, across the round softness of her rump, pulling them past her thighs and calves. She let them fall in a puddle, at her ankles.
Now she was completely naked, gyrating her hips in a provocative manner. Her cunt was raw, red and extremely juicy. The libidinal sweat dripped like honey from between her legs. She could feel her armpits beginning to perspire. Her cleavage was covered with a veneer of salty perspiration.
"Move that ass," screamed Willie. "Shake that fanny."
Roxanne strolled over to where the two boys were sitting. She bent over and she swung her breasts in their faces. Then she turned around, and she heaved her buttocks past their noses. Willie puckered his lips, and he planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her ass.
"Look at that broad go," he screamed.
"Spread your legs," shouted Robert. "I want to have a good look at your cunt."
Roxanne was a very willing slave. She obeyed Robert's instructions. She arched her back, and she spread her legs, so that both of the boys could get a good look at her vagina. Her clitoris throbbed and ached violently. Roxanne could feel a wild passion filling her body. Every nook and cranny of her torso ached and burned with forbidden desire.
"Come here," she said. "Come and dance with me."
Willie and Robert joined her on the carpeted floor. Robert grabbed her from the back, managing to insert his cock into her deep, soft asshole. Willie slid up to her in front, and he grabbed her breasts in his palms. He started to rub them off with his fingers. Then he reached down, to her cunt, and he inserted his fingers into her cunt. He traced the outline of her female genitalia with his thumb. He tickled her clitoris, and massaged the lobes of her vagina which stood at the entrance of her honey pot.
"Shit.. . " he said. "You've got the softest, sweetest cunt in the whole world."
Roxanne spread her legs, and arched her back slightly, so that Willie would have easy access to her vaginal orifice. He had to stand up on the tips of his toes to gain the proper leverage. With one swift heave, he rammed his cock into her cunt. He banged it into her with all of his might. The girl gasped for air. She could hardly breathe. From the back, Robert the Whale was pressing into her asshole. From the front, Willie was jamming his cock into her cunt.
The music flowed out of the stereo in waves and waves of rippling, delightful sound. The three bodies in the middle of the room gyrated erotically, moving to the sound of the music. The air was filled with the smell of sexual passion. All three of the participants in the middle of the room were covered with sweat, and their bodies glistened under the glow of the fluorescent bulb that burned overhead.
"Shit.. . " screamed Willie, after only a couple of minutes. "I'm coming. I'm coming."
Suddenly he ejaculated. The sperm went shooting out of the tip of his cock into the girl's deep, wide cunt. It felt like bolts of electricity and it almost set her on fire. From the back, she could feel Robert jamming his large, round organ into her asshole. He was also building up for his orgasm. A few seconds after Willie experienced his climax, Robert ejaculated.
Roxanne could feel everything. Every muscle in her body ached from this prolonged sexual activity. She had never been fucked by two people at the same time. It was a unique experience for her. Just the thought of it made her shake and shiver. She could feel her buttocks and her breasts jiggle delightfully. Her clitoris throbbed, and was set aflame. "Ah," she cried.
Then, without warning, she exploded, just like a volcano. The reaction which took place in her body was extremely violent. She heaved her breasts in the air. She panted and moaned just like a wild bitch. Her heart hammered away at a furious pace. Sweat dripped from her forehead and from her armpits, and from her cleavage.
"Ah, ahh . . . " she screamed, as she finally threw her hands into the air. She literally jumped for joy, leaping into the air. By this time Willie had withdrawn his phallus from her vaginal orifice. Robert the Whale had also withdrawn from her rectum. Both of them were standing at the side, watching as the girl suffered her orgiastic convulsions.
When it was all over, Roxanne fell to the floor, completely and totally drained of every ounce of energy. Her cunt ached mildly, and her head was spinning. She could hardly see straight, and she felt a dull, piercing pain in her breasts. She opened her mouth, and she sucked in some air, filling her lungs with the precious oxygen.
"When you come, you really come," laughed
Willie.
"I don't usually climax with my clients," said Roxanne the prostitute, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"We're not clients," said Willie. "We're not going to pay you a thin dime. How does it make you feel?"
"Rotten," replied Roxanne, getting up from the floor and putting on a bathrobe.
"Why so blue?" asked Robert. "You had the best time off us all. You really climaxed. You were jumping around on the floor just like a fish."
"Yeah, but you won't be paying for the service," said Roxanne. "That's why I feel rotten. I hate to give anything away for free. It doesn't appeal to my sense of fair play, if you know what I mean."
"How the hell did a girl like you get into a business like this?" asked Willie. "You don't look like you belong in this racket. You've got taste and sensibility. If I were you, I would get out and do something decent for a living. I really mean it."
"Don't preach to me," said Roxanne. "I don't need a cheap, cycle freak to tell me how to run my life. I'll do what I please, and I don't need any of your damned advice."
"My dear," said Willie, trying to keep his cool. "I was merely suggesting that it would be much better for you to get into some nice business, because you seem to be a very nice person. I don't see why you get so outraged."
"What should I do?" asked Roxanne. "I don't have any skills. I can't type to save my life, and I hate to work anyway. When I was a girl in high school, I was very promiscuous. The one thing that I had a natural aptitude for was fucking. I used to fuck everyone who asked me. It was the same as shaking hands for me. If some man did me a favor, I would invite him into my bed and I would fuck him, to show how grateful I was. One day someone started to tell me that I was a fool."
"Who was this?" asked Willie.
"I don't remember his name," replied Roxanne. "It was one of my high school sweethearts. He knew that I was promiscuous. He knew that I was sleeping around with half of the school. He said that I was a fool because I was giving it away for free.
" 'Why don't you charge them money for it?' he said to me. I thought about what he said, and I realized that he was one hundred percent right. Why the hell should I give anything away for free. No one was giving me anything for free."
"So that's why you became a whore," asked Willie. "If you fuck for money, then you're a whore. It's a very simple definition."
Roxanne could feel herself burning with rage. She didn't like to be called a whore, and she resented these two cycle freaks who insisted on giving her that label.
"You bastards," she said. "I'm an entertainer. You just watch who the hell you call a whore. I'm a business woman, and I'm very respectable. When I go to a store, I pay for what I buy. I'm not a common thief, like some people I know."
"Who do you have in mind?" asked Willie.
"I've got you in mind," said Roxanne. "You cheap bastards, I'm a hard-working girl and you cheated me out of a hundred dollars. Then you tear up my painting. That makes you low life rats in my opinion."
"You asked for it," said Willie. "We're not finished with you. Now you're going to have to lick my ass."
"like hell I am," she said.
"You will, because if you don't I'm going to rip apart every painting in this house. How would you like that?" asked Willie.
"You wouldn't," she said.
"Oh no? Try me out. I want you to lick me out right now," said Willie, lying down on the couch on his stomach.
"Go to hell," she snapped.
"Okay, if that's what you want," said Robert, taking out his blade and brandishing it in front of her. He walked over to a picture hanging near her on the wall and raised the knife ready to slash.
"Don't, please don't do it, it's all I have," she said pleading.
"Then get busy," Robert said.
She went over to the couch where Willie lay with his legs apart.
"Make it good, or else," said Willie.
She bent down by the couch and leaned over Willie. He spread his legs further, opening up his hairy ass. She ran her finger down his leg and between his legs, fingering his balls. Then she coasted over the great divide and began to explore his asshole.
"That's fine," said Willie, feeling her long fingers prying apart the crack of his ass. She jammed a finger up his ass, twisting it around so that Willie howled. "That's fine," he said again.
She spread his ass apart further and rammed another finger in, then both fingers at the same time, twisting them around to stretch his insides. Willie could feel her in the depths of his hole.
"Now," he said.
She bent down over his ass and pulled her fingers out, spreading apart his ass with them as she shot her tongue into his hole. She licked along his crack and down under along the divide all the way down to his balls. She licked his balls, then put one in her mouth, sucking hard.
Her tongue was wet with saliva as she returned to the back, licking along his crack again and then finally shooting her tongue into his hole. Willie squirmed with delight.
"Lick it out," he said.
She licked all along the insides of his ass, her tongue like a snake working its way in.
Willie could feel the tip of her tongue deep within his hole. She swirled her tongue around to clean off the sides of his hole, then licked up along his crack again as she finished.
Finally she rammed her two fingers back in and cleaned out the saliva she had left there with her tongue.
"That's a good girl. Nice and clean," said Willie. His cock had grown erect again.
She noticed his cock stiff once more and licked along the divide all the way down to his balls. Then she took them in her mouth and juggled them around like two marbles. Willie could feel his cock hard under his body. He raised himself from the couch a little to free it.
She licked his balls again and then ran her long nimble tongue along the length of his staff, from the root out the very tip and then back down to his bush. Each time she reached the tip she licked around his head with her wet tongue.
"Wow," said Willie, still on his stomach. "I feel it already."
She swallowed his balls again, then licked along his cock. At last she took his throbbing tool in her mouth and went down hard, her lips touching his coarse black bush as she took his whole rod in on the first time down.
She sucked on his cock and tickled his head with her tongue, then went down again, making a loud sucking noise as she kept the cock completely buried in her warmth.
Willie could feel the force of her suction on his cock, pulling his gism into his cock again. She sucked hard, still holding his cock in his mouth but moving ever so slightly along the staff.
"I think I'm going to come again," Willie cried.
As she sucked she jammed two fingers back into Willie's ass, working them in slowly as she squirmed. Willie gasped for air as she sucked, feeling the gism enter his cock and swell it, about to spurt into her mouth.
Just as Roxanne felt Willie's head swelling with juice, she pulled back and removed her fingers from his ass. His cock throbbed on the verge, but he didn't come.
"Hey, why'd you do that? I was about to come," said Willie.
"Good for you, you bastard," she said, getting up and standing in the middle of the room, hands on hips.
"Bitch," said Willie. He pulled on his pants and got up, his cock shriveling up again. "You're just like all women, a big tease."
"You want to teach her a lesson?' said Robert.
"Fuck her," answered Willie "She got hers. I'm tired of her anyway. Let's go out and get some action."
"Yeah," said Robert, "fuck her anyway."
CHAPTER SIX
Richard kept sending letters back to the gang, telling them that he was having a wonderful vacation and that he wished that they could be there with him. He wrote that he had met a great girl by the name of Gretchen, and that he thought that he was in love with her. The two of them, he and Gretchen, were camping out by the side of a lake, where no one would bother them. They fished and they gathered nuts and berries for food.
"Ain't that the life," said Robert the Whale, when he read the letter. "I wish I was out there with him, instead of holed up in this stinking city. I wish I had a girl, and I was just sleeping in the sun, and swimming in the water."
"You'd get bored," said Willie. "I tell you that you would get bored right out of your head. With us, action is the only thing that counts. Richard is not really like us. He's a different breed. He really doesn't even belong in our gang. Remember how he got fooled by that bitch Pricilla. I saw right through her, but Richard was blinded. He falls in love too easily, and he's just not tough enough."
"That's a laugh," replied Robert the Whale. "He's the toughest guy around here. He can take any of us on, even with a hand tied behind his back."
"He's not so great," said Willie. "I'll bet that I can take him in a fair fight."
Willie felt depressed. His soul burned with violence. His blood bubbled. He couldn't sit still anymore, and he couldn't concentrate on anything. He found that he no longer enjoyed fooling around with his bike. Although he was an expert mechanic, and could take his motorcycle apart blindfolded, he found that the cycle no longer interested him.
He became more and more bloodthirsty. He would walk through the streets with a baseball bat in his hands. If he didn't like someone, he would swing. He knocked one guy's teeth out, just for the fun of it. He bashed another guy in the face. He went into a supermarket and started to push all the cans off the shelves. When the manager tried to stop him, he punched the manager in his face.
Willie also found that his lust for sex also increased to an unbearable point. He would be horny all the time, pacing back and forth like a lion. Ordinary sex, however, was not enough for him. What he wanted was sadistic sex. He had to rape the woman with whom he had intercourse. Unless he raped them, he didn't enjoy it.
At night, the neighborhood streets turned into a jungle. Willie, and the rest of the gang, stalked the alleys, waiting for women. They spread terror wherever they went. No one tried to resist. They would stop women, rip off their blouses and their undergarments, and then they would gang rape them.
Willie found himself panting when he watched as a brutalized woman screamed at his feet. It gave him a feeling of power. It made him feel like a man. He watched as they cringed with fear and he laughed like a wild man. Even the other members of the gang became frightened when they saw Willie laugh. His lust for violence was simply abnormal.
"Listen," Robert had said to him. "We've got to cool it soon. Soon the people will be coming after us with guns. We're going to get into trouble. Everyone knows what we're doing.
"Fuck 'em," screamed Willie. "I'm not scared of anyone. No one is going to take me alive. When I die, it's going to be with a machine gun at my side."
"All right," nodded Robert. "None of us want to go any other way. If the cops come after us, we won't let them take us alive. The whole gang is going to fight to the finish. We're going to fight till we're dead. But still, there's no reason to antagonize so many people in the neighborhood. We live around here. It just doesn't make any sense to bust up everything in sight."
"But I can't help myself," said Willie. "My blood is boiling. My heart is on fire. I feel like I'm going out of my head. I got to fight. I've got to do it, or I'll go absolutely crazy."
"Sure, it's all right with me," nodded Robert. "But why cut up in this neighborhood? Why don't we ride out to the suburbs, where no one knows us? We can have some fun out there, and still not worry about getting into trouble."
"It sounds like a good idea," agreed Willie. 'That's what well do. We can ride out to Long Island. We can beat up those rich bastards who live out in their hundred thousand dollar homes. Well show them that they can't escape from reality. Well show them what it feels like to get their asses busted, like everyone in this damn city gets his ass busted every fucking day."
That evening, Willie, Robert, Philadelphia, Salvatore, and Jonathan saddled up and went riding. Atlantic Beach was their target. The plan was to find an isolated house somewhere, and have a little fun with the residents.
Salvatore was a tall, lanky youth, with a head of curly black hair. He was tough, and he didn't like to talk much. He could sometimes be as cruel as Willie. He used to tell stories how he fucked his own mother. He had slept with her when he was only twelve years old. When his father found out about it, he beat him with a strap and threw him out into the streets. Salvatore had to take care of himself by hustling at pool. When he was sixteen, he joined the Army. When he got out of the Army, he drifted for awhile, and eventually joined the Daredevils. He was a member in good standing, and he always did what he was told to do.
By contrast, Jonathan came from a very rich home in Connecticut. His father was a lawyer and his mother was an accountant. He graduated from high school with honors, and he went on to college, where he spent two years. In college he found that he was bored with the whole middle class scene. He didn't like the hypocrisy of it all, and he couldn't see himself becoming a part of it.
In spite of the pleadings of his parents, he dropped out of college and he took to the road. He was always interested in bikes, and eventually he met up with the Daredevils and became a member. He didn't care for the violence of the gang, and sometimes he felt disgusted by it. At the same time, however, he was fascinated by violence, and he enjoyed to watch victims writhe and beg for mercy.
"Shit," said Jonathan, as he got onto his bike. "How far is Atlantic Beach from here?? "
"Oh, it's just a couple of miles," said Willie. "The map said that it's forty miles away. We should do it in less than an hour, if we make good time and we don't run into any traffic."
"We should get there by nine o'clock," said Salvatore.
"I hope that we find a house with some real good looking chicks," laughed the Philadelphia Kid, as he revved up his engine. "I sure feel horny. I want to get laid."
"Don't worry," replied Robert. "This is going to be a real good night for us. We're going to get some nice suburban pussy."
"It's the best that there is," said Jonathan. "I was born and raised in the suburbs. The cunt that you find out there will absolutely make your mouth water. Shit, I remember one of my old girl friends. She loved to suck cock. Sometimes she would pull down my zipper, without even giving me a chance to say anything. She would bend over and suck my cock into her mouth and she would lick me till I went blind with passion. I used to love to cream in her mouth. She had the hottest little mouth in the whole fucking world.
"What was her name?? ? " asked Willie.
"Her name was Susan," replied Jonathan.
"What a name," laughed Robert, as he climbed on to his bike.
"Are you guys ready?" asked Willie.
"I'm ready," said Salvatore.
"Me too," nodded the Philadelphia Kid.
"So am I," said Jonathan.
"Don't forget me," laughed Robert the Whale, popping a candy into his mouth.
Willie looked at the other boys. "Let's ride," he said. "Let's slap leather."
Soon all five bikes roared away from the clubhouse. It took about an hour and a half to reach their destination, which was Atlantic Beach. It was twilight, and all the neat houses, surrounded by their neatly cut hedges, seemed very peaceful. There was the sound of the ocean roar in the background. The sun was an angry orange splotch, sinking behind the horizon.
The gang cruised through the quiet suburban community, locked up for the night. The streets were deserted. They roared up and down looking for some action.
"Hey, this place is dead," said Willie as they rode. "What a drag."
"Yeah," yelled Jonathan, "you said it."
As they sped down a quiet street leading to the beach they spotted two girls walking down toward the sand. They had just left their house, which fronted right on the beach. They walked along the edge of the sand and turned to look as the bikes roared toward them.
The bikers pulled up beside them and turned off their bikes.
"Hello girls," said Willie. "What's happening?"
"We're just going for a walk on the beach. There's nothing else to do around here," one answered. She was a blond teenager, about eighteen years old. Her hair was tied in a braid and hung down her back. She wore a pair of sandals and shorts, with a purple blouse that was cut out in the back to show her well-tanned back and the blond tiny hair of her spine.
"Yeah, sure is dead," said Robert. "What can you do for kicks?"
"Nothing much. It's about time we saw some action out here,. " said the younger one.
"You two are friends?" asked Willie.
"No. We're sisters. We live in that house right there but my parents went out with my brother and they won't be back for a little while."
"Now that you mention it, you do look like sisters," said Robert The Whale.
"Are those your bikes? Wow, I bet they can really go fast," said the older, running her hand along the gas tank of Willie's bike.
"You want a ride?" asked Willie.
"Oh wow, sure I do," said the girl in the cutback blouse.
"Well hop on, both of you, we'll go down the beach," said Willie.
The girls mounted the bikes, one on Robert's and the other on Willie's, then peeled out for the beach, sand flying as they shot down toward the water.
They drove over the sand and stopped near the water. Because the beach slopped down toward the ocean they were hidden from the street, and could see only the very top of the girls' house.
They dismounted and parked their bikes, then sat around on the sand in a circle.
"Nice beach," said Willie. "But it's sure dead out here."
"Yeah. No one is around," said one of the girls.
"Look," said Willie, "if you girls want some fun I know how we can have it."
"Yeah? Anything is better than nothing," said the girl.
"Okay," answered Willie. "I've got something to show you.
Willie pulled down his fly and pulled out his limp cock, holding it in his hand and smiling up at the two shocked girls.
"How's this for action?" he asked.
"I don't think that's what I had in mind," said the older sister.
"Well that's what I have in mind," said Willie. "You like it?"
"I don't know. It's not bad," said the younger.
"It can do things," joked Willie. "For instance, if you hold it in your hand it will grow right before your eyes."
"I don't know, maybe I should leave," said the younger.
"Naw, stick around, the fun's just beginning," said Willie. He took his cock in his hand and swung it around, then pulled down his pants to his ankles and sat on the cool sand, cock dangling between his legs.
"C'mon," he said, "all you have to do is touch it. C'mon."
The younger girl walked over and sat next to Willie staring at his cock. She reached down and took the warm member in her soft young hand, and it immediately began to swell. It stretched out fat and long.
"See, I told you," said Willie. "Pull on it a bit."
The girl began to stroke it gently, rubbing the head with her tender fingers. While she played Willie ran his hand across her nude back and along the valley of her spine. She giggled.
The other girl was watching the whole thing. Robert reached over and shot his hand under the loose blouse, grabbing hold of one of her warm fleshy tits.
"Hey, stop that," she said.
"You want a cock to play with too?" Robert asked.
"No, I don't," she snapped. "Well fuck you then," he snapped back. Meanwhile the younger girl was fingering Willie's cock. She rubbed the head too hard and stretched the skin so much that Willie flinched in pain.
"Hey, take it easy," he said. "Try it gentle."
She continued rubbing, but Willie was so distracted he stopped rubbing her back and moved uneasily around on the sand. Finally he got annoyed and grabbed her hand forcefully.
"Don't you suburban chicks know how to give a hand job?" he asked. "Well that's not the way."
"If you don't like it the hell with you then," she snapped.
She stopped and went to get up from the sand.
"Oh no you don't," Willie said, "now you got me hot you're not going to leave. Fucking bitch, just like all the rest. A tease."
The girl tried to leave, but Willie grabbed her.
"You're going to give me a hand job," he said.
"Hey, that's a drag," said Robert. "What are we supposed to do, watch?"
Willie looked over the two young sisters. He glanced down at the full bosom of the older girl and the tight crotch in her shorts.
"I have an idea," he said. "I'll give you all something to watch."
The girls broke and ran, but the gang grabbed them and carried them back to the bikes. Robert slapped the older one in the face. She had never been so treated, and fear flashed into her eyes.
"Please," she begged, "don't hit me. Don't hurt us, please."
"We won't hurt you if you do what you're told," Willie said. "We're not going to lay a hand on you. You'll do that yourselves. Take off your clothes."
"Oh no, please," cried the younger one. "Don't make us."
Willie grabbed the older girl and ripped her blouse down in the front, exposing her nude tits. They shook gently like jello as she cowered.
"Now get moving or I'll rip them all off," Willie said.
The two sisters undressed slowly, embarrassed. The older girl slid her shorts down and stood clad only in a pair of lace panties. The younger sister stripped nude, her blond bush glistening in the faint light of the beach. Her tits were smaller, but firm and taut. Her nipples protruded like cherries.
"Now take off the panties too," said Robert to the older girl.
She stepped out of her panties, standing nude on the sand. Her bush was furry, small curly blond hair covering her cunt.
"That's really fine," said Robert. All the members agreed. "Now let's have some action."
"Lie down," Willie said to the older girl. "Just lie down on your back."
The girl lay down on the sand, her tits pointing skyward and her legs spread just enough to show the beginnings of her pink cunt lips.
"Now," said Willie, "I want you to eat her."
The younger sister was shocked. "Please, I can't do that."
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Didn't you ever see a cunt before?"
"But she's my sister," cried the girl.
"So what? I don't care. It's all in the family then. Get busy."
The girl hesitated. Robert made a move toward her, fist clenched.
"Get busy or else," he said.
The girl cowered from Robert, terrified. She would do anything to avoid getting hit by the Whale. She bent down on her knees between the spread legs of her sister.
"Dig in," said Willie. "We don't have all night."
The girl bent down and with two hands spread the lips of the older girls pink cunt. Her lips parted to reveal the pink wet clit and the inside of her juicy cunt. Her hair bristled with sweat, and she was almost shaking with fright.
The younger sister went down, rubbing her tender cheeks along her sister's soft blond bush, then licked along the length of her cunt. Her sister moaned.
She licked more intently, up and down and back along her divide to the beginnings of her asshole. She spread the lips of her cunt back and stuck her tongue into the wetness of her sister's cunt. The older girl moaned again, eyes closed.
"Swing it around," said Willie, enjoying the action.
Without further delays the older sister grabbed her sister's legs and swung her around so that she stretched out above her, her cunt still buried in the younger girl's face. Her sister's cunt now was directly over her mouth, and she reached up to spread the lips of her cunt back, shooting her tongue into her sister's insides like a snake.
The two sisters were locked in an embrace, each licking out the other's cunt and caressing the insides of her thighs. The older girl still moaned.
Willie and the gang couldn't have enjoyed things more. They watched without a word.
The tits of the younger sister hung down as she straddled her partner, her tongue rimming the soft pink swollen membranes of the other's cunt.
Just when the two girls had reached a fever of excitement, there was a sudden call from the top of the beach. The two girls froze.
"That's my brother," said the younger. "He must have come home."
"Don't make a sound," Willie warned.
They lay still and listened as the call came again. It grew nearer.
"Will he come down here, to look for you?" asked Willie.
"He probably will, if he doesn't find us near the house," said one of the girls. "We always hang around down by the water here."
"It'll be too bad for him if he does," said Robert.
"Oh please don't hurt him," begged one of the girls. "We'll do what you want, just leave him alone."
By this time she could see the figure of the brother coming down over the slope toward the water.
"Is that you?" he yelled.
He neared the water until he could see the bikes. Robert and Salvatore took off up the slope and grabbed him before he could figure out what was going on. They dragged him back to the bikes.
When he reached the gang he saw the bikes and his two sisters lying nude on the sand.
"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked.
"Shut up and you won't get hurt," said Willie.
"Who are you? What are you doing to my sisters?" he asked.
Jonathan, who was the nearest one to him, hauled off and smashed him in the face. He fell to the sand like a rock.
"I said shut up," said Willie. "You want to mess with some city boy?"
"Please, leave me alone. Don't hurt me," he said, still lying on the ground.
"You might as well take part in the party, as long as you're here," said Willie. "Take off your clothes."
"What? Are you serious?" said the frightened boy.
"Why don't you show the suburban kid how to take his clothes off," said Willie. "He probably can't give a good hand job either."
Jonathan and Salvatore grabbed the boy while the Philadelphia kid removed his clothes. Letting him go, they laughed at his limp cock.
"Okay, kid, let's get the show on the road," quipped Willie.
"Pick a sister," said Robert.
"No, I won't do it," said the boy. Robert smashed him in the back of the head, knocking him forward to the ground. His sisters cried.
"Please don't hurt him," one of them pleaded. "Do as they say or they'll hurt you. They mean business."
The boy got up, terrified. He too was ready to do anything to avoid another blow. He looked at his two nude sisters.
"Do I have to?" he asked. Robert started for him, and he jumped back in fear. He pointed to the older sister.
"Good choice," said Willie. "Let's get it up, eh?"
"You know," said Willie as they rode near the city later on that night. "Too bad Richard wasn't here tonight. He might have had a good time."
"Yeah," said Robert, "he's having a good time up in the mountains. I'm sure he's having a real ball."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Richard had never been so happy in his entire life. The weather up in the mountains was absolutely perfect for camping out. A slight breeze constantly blew in from the lake, and there were plenty of fish to be caught. One day he even caught a big turtle and cooked it in a pot.
Of course, the reason that he was so happy was the company that he was keeping. The girl that he had given a lift on the highway, turned out to be absolutely charming. Richard found that he was falling in love with her, as the days went on.
"It's true," he said one morning, his hands around her naked breasts. "I really find you irresistible. I don't think that I'll ever be able to leave you."
"Why should you leave me?" asked Gretchen. "Why can't we stay together?"
"You want to get married?" asked Richard.
"Not necessarily," replied Gretchen. "We don't have to get married. Why don't we just live together. Getting married is much too permanent for me."
"That would mean that I would have to quit the Daredevils," said Richard. "I don't know whether or not I have the courage to drop away from them. They've been my whole life, all these years. They've taken care of me and they've made me their leader."
The two of them had often gotten into discussions about the gang. Gretchen had been horrified by the stories of violence and rape and mindless destruction. She couldn't understand why Richard would want to belong to such a terrible organization. She simply couldn't understand why he would want to associate with such deviates as Willie the Weasel, or Robert the Whale or the Philadelphia Kid.
"You're good," said Gretchen. "You're basically good. You're a fine, honest person. You don't need those bastards to fuck up your life."
"But they're my brothers," replied Richard. "How can I make you understand that they're my brothers, and I know that I can always count on them, come rain or shine."
"But they're crazy," said Gretchen. "They all belong in mental institutions. What was the story that you were telling me about this girl Pricilla?"
"She was a bitch," said Richard. "She got what was coming to her."
"Didn't you have any feelings for her?" asked Gretchen. "She must have meant something to you at one time or another. How could you have allowed the gang to torture her and then rape her?"
"She had it coming to her," replied Richard. "You want me to tell you how it all happened?"
"Sure . . . "
"Well, this girl Pricilla lived down the block from our gang headquarters. She started walking by and she would rank out all of the members. She would call them freaks and queers and all kinds of other shit. We didn't answer her, even though Willie was ready to kill her. He wanted to grab her and cut off her clitoris. He would have done it, if I hadn't stopped him. He's a very impulsive person."
"He's also pretty crazy," said Gretchen. "The stories that you told me about him, absolutely horrify me. He's a dangerous person."
"It could be," nodded Richard. "But he's all right, if no one gets on his nerves. The thing that was wrong with this bitch Pricilla was that she was always getting on his nerves. She went to the university, and she came from a nice home and she looked real pretty, with long, loose blonde hair. She thought that we were a bunch of fools, and she thought that she was as cool as shit."
"But you didn't have to torture her." said Gretchen.
"Baby, she's the one who started it," replied Richard. "You have to remember one thing. She's the one who came to me. I was sitting all by myself on the stoop, drinking a can of beer, when she sort of bounced over, heaving her boobs into my face. She asked me if she could sit down. Then she started to rub her body all over me. I mean, she was pressing her thighs against my legs, and she was pushing her breasts into my shoulders, and she was blowing into my ear. It was really unbelievable."
"So what happened?" asked Gretchen.
"What do you mean?" replied Richard. "I ended up inviting her into the clubhouse."
"Did she go?" asked Gretchen.
"You bet," replied Richard. "She was as pleased as punch that we invited her inside. She was rubbing her tits all over me and she was massaging my balls with her fingers. She didn't waste any time. She wanted me to fuck her, and I did. I took her to the bedroom, and I unbuckled my zipper, and she pulled down her panties and we made sweet, sweet love. The sparks were really flying between us. That bitch was really well built. She had the softest cunt in the world."
"Was her cunt softer than mine?" asked Gretchen.
"Don't get jealous, baby," laughed Richard. "You've got something that shell never get in a million years."
"What's that?" asked Gretchen.
"You've got integrity," replied Richard. "Believe me, a girl's appearance isn't the most important thing in the world. If she hasn't got integrity, then she's a bitch. If she hasn't got integrity, then she's just a hole."
"What's integrity?" asked Gretchen curiously, although she was pleased as punch that Richard thought that she had it.
"Well," she repeated. "What's integrity?"
"It's hard to define," replied Richard. "It's a very hard thing to define. If a person has it then that person radiates it. Integrity is when someone has suffered. Integrity is when someone tries to be truthful and honest about what he's doing. Pricilla didn't have integrity, because even while I was fucking her, she was thinking about something else."
"What?"
"I'm not exactly sure," said Richard. "I guess she was thinking about a way that she could trap me. That was on her mind all the time. She was out to get me, and eventually, I suppose that she did succeed. She pulled the wool over my eyes, and I was as foolish as a newborn babe."
"So what happened, after you fucked her?" asked Gretchen.
"She became my girl," replied Richard. "The other members in the gang didn't want to admit her. Willie said that she would cause trouble. I didn't believe him. I figured that I could trust her. But I was wrong. She was a nice little girl for a couple of weeks. She moved into the clubhouse, and she started to sleep with me. She gave a real mean fuck. When she got my cock into her cunt she would pull on it just like a beak. Sometimes I was afraid that she was going to chew me out, and leave me completely castrated."
"Did she try to castrate you?" asked Gretchen.
"Yes," replied Richard. "After a couple of weeks, she started to go back to her old habits. For instance she would constantly insult Willie. Whenever she had the opportunity, she used to call him names."
"Is that all?" asked Gretchen.
"No,, that's not all," replied Richard. "She did a lot of things. She was cheating behind my back. When I wasn't looking she would make a pass at some of the other gang members. She used to expose her breasts in front of them. She used to hike up her skirt and show them her cunt. She was a terrible exhibitionist. She wanted them to look at her. She enjoyed to watch them drool and dribble from their mouths." .
"How did you finally find out about all this?" asked Gretchen.
"It happened a couple of weeks ago," explained Richard. "I caught her in the garage, making a pass at Robert the Whale. The bitch was sitting in his lap. She had pulled down his zipper and she was holding his cock in her hands. It was the most disgusting thing that I ever did see. She was rubbing up his cock and she probably would have fucked him if I hadn't arrived on the scene."
"So you held a trial, and then you punished her," said Gretchen.
"Yes," said Richard. "That's exactly what we did. It turned out that she was trying to get the other members to throw me out of the club. She had made up lies that I was stealing club money and that I was a bad leader and shit like that"
"So you punished her?" asked Gretchen. "But the way you tortured her was inhuman."
"What was so inhuman?" asked Richard. "First we whipped her and then we gang banged her. She had it coming. She was asking for it. I say that a person should get what they ask for. It's only fair."
"But it sounds so horrible," cried Gretchen. "You beat her until she screamed."
'That's true," replied Richard. "We made her sit down on a chair. We made her spread open her legs. One guy held her from the back. He was fondling her breasts. Another guy bent over her and ate out her cunt. She enjoyed that. Pricilla just loved to get eaten. She had a very wet and a very juicy cunt. She would sometimes wet through her skirts when she was really excited by something."
"Did you guys piss on her?" asked Gretchen. "Did you piss into her mouth?"
"Yeah," laughed Richard. "One of the guys wanted to flush her head in the toilet bowl. But we didn't do that to her. We pissed all over her and we pushed her into the street completely naked. We let her run around like a chicken without a head. She was mad as hell. She was crying like a baby. I really hated her. The more I think about that bitch, the more I hate her."
"But why?" asked Gretchen.
"Because she tried to make a fool out of me," replied Richard. "She was making a fool out of me. I really loved her, and she was just laughing at me."
"I didn't know that," said Gretchen.
"Well, it's the truth," replied Richard. "I was falling deeply in love with her. I used to kiss her, and bring her presents and I was even thinking of marrying her at one time. But, as it turned out, she wanted to rub my face in shit.. She was fooling around with the other guys. She was laughing at me behind my back. I just couldn't take that. It got me angry as hell. I almost killed her."
She was only wearing a pair of panties. Her large, round breasts were completely exposed. She opened up the zipper to Richard's pants and she pulled out his cock, and she started to play with it, as though it was a toy.
"Hey, let's got for a swim," said Richard. "I'm tired of all this talking. It's getting me sick. Just thinking about the past makes me want to puke."
"All right," said Gretchen. "Let's go for a swim."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, rolling them across her creamy white thighs, past her calves and ankles. When she was naked, she looked absolutely magnificent. She had a round, delightful body. Her belly was soft and white. Her hips were very inviting. Her mound of Venus was tantalizing.
Richard licked his lips with his tongue, as he rolled off his trousers. He pulled off his jockey shorts, so that he was completely naked. He jumped into the water after Gretchen. The two of them swam around like little children, splashing, and playing frivolously. Richard circled his arms around Gretchen and he held her tightly. He cupped his palms around her soft, moist breasts and he squeezed them delightfully. He pinched her nipples and was quite pleased when they stiffened and hardened. Slowly his hands reached across her body. He inserted his finger into her belly button, and Gretchen started to scream with passionate excitement.
"Do you like that?" asked Richard.
"It feels great," replied Gretchen, her long red hair floating on top of the water.
"How would you like to fuck in the water?" asked Richard. "Have you ever done it in the water before?"
"No," replied Gretchen. "But I'm willing to try, if you are."
"You bet," laughed Richard. "I'm willing to try anything at least once."
He reached down with his fingers between Gretchen's legs. He started to rub her moist, meaty thighs with his palms. She cried with delight. She was shivering all over. Richard was pleased by her reaction. He could hear her moan and pant, as she closed her eyes."
"That's a good little girl," laughed Richard, as his finger reached up for the petals of her cunt. He grabbed hold of her soft, throbbing labia, and he massaged it very carefully and tenderly. He grasped her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and he applied an exhilarating friction to its surface.
"Oh shit," screamed Gretchen. Richard pushed his finger into her cunt. She spread her legs wide apart, as Richard moved toward her. Their bodies intertwined, as Richard drove his cock into her vagina. Because of the rushing water, he found it rather difficult to get inside. He kept driving into her, finally managing to make it into her hole. Gretchen closed her legs, just like a clam. She could feel his long, hard, throbbing phallus inside of her womb.
"That feels great," said Gretchen. "That's really great."
"It's different," laughed Richard. "I don't think that I've ever fucked anyone under water."
Their two bodies rolled and gyrated in the cool, glass-smooth lake. It didn't take Gretchen a long time to achieve her orgasm. The rushing water, combined with Richard's driving phallus, made her scream with delight.
"Oh shit," she gasped. "I can feel it. I can feel it."
Almost simultaneously, Richard achieved his own orgasm. His head began to revolve at a dizzy pace, his heart was pounding like a jackhammer. His balls began to tremble and to shiver. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
At that moment the sweet, white cream ejaculated from the tip of his penis. He unloaded himself inside of her cunt. The semen fired out in short, sharp machine gun bursts. They felt like bolts of electricity as they penetrated Gretchen's vagina.
Gretchen bit her tongue. She could feel wave after wave of liquid pleasure ripple across her body. She had experienced the sweet delights of release. She suddenly felt as though she was in another world.
"It was beautiful," she said. "It was simply beautiful."
The two lovers floated around in the water for awhile. In about half of an hour they climbed out, and sat down in the grass. The sky above, that afternoon, was clear and cloudless. The sun was nice and warm. A slight breeze stirred in the trees.
Gretchen leaned her head on Richard's shoulders. She liked the way his body felt next to her. It was warm and exciting and it gave her a sense of security.
"You know," she said. "I would be the happiest girl in the world if I could sit next to you like this forever."
"And I would be the happiest man in the world," said Richard. "If I could have you with me forever, then I wouldn't need anything else."
CHAPTER EIGHT
That night Richard prepared a surprise for Gretchen. When she returned from her nude swim she found that Richard had hidden all her clothes. He was nude also, and his clothes had disappeared as well.
"What's going on, Richard?" she asked.
"Nothing at all," he answered. "We're going for a ride."
"Without any clothes?" she asked.
"Why not?" asked Richard. "It's dark, and there won't be any cars on the back roads. It'll be a gas."
"Why not?" asked Gretchen, climbing on the bike.
They took off down the road, both nude. Richard felt the cool night air on his naked body and the softness of his leather seat on his exposed buttocks. Gretchen's arms were wrapped around his waist, warm and soft. When she leaned forward he could feel her naked body against his.
They rode into the country, the wind whipping through their hair. Richard felt the gentle touch of Gretchen on his thighs and then on his cock, and he felt his rod getting hard.
After a few minutes more he could stand it no longer. His cock was stiff and hot, pointing up at him in his seat, throbbing with desire. He stopped at a small field and turned off the bike.
They ran nude into the field and rolled down a grassy slope. Richard felt the soft grass caressing his nude body as he rolled. When they reached bottom they embraced.
Richard held the warm body of Gretchen close to him, her tits shaking like jello, her ass soft and white. He reached down into the softness of her bush and stuck a finger into the wet insides of her cunt. She grinded her hips against his, then reached for his cock.
She held his full grown member tight in her hands, stroking it gently and rubbing the head. Richard sucked on one of her large fleshy tits and caressed a tiny pink nipple swollen like a sponge.
They both moaned in the excitement of their heat, working on each other with probing hands.
Richard swung around and propped himself up on his hands, letting his throbbing cock point down at her mouth. She took the swollen member in her hands and licked around the head, then down the shaft to the root.
'That's really great," said Richard, taking hold of Gretchen's thighs and spreading them to find her swollen pink clit glistening with moisture. He massaged it gently, probing into her cunt with two fingers.
Gretchen licked Richard's cock from root to head, then plunged it into her mouth, surrounding it in her warm wetness. Then she licked and sucked out to the head, taking Richard's balls in her mouth and juggling them around gently. Richard felt bolts of pleasure shooting through his body.
Gretchen spread her legs wide, lying face up mouth over his balls. Richard shot his tongue along the insides of her soft hairless thighs and up to her belly, licking her navel. He teased her for a few seconds, licking around her bush before plunging his head deep into her crotch and licking along the crack of her tender cunt.
He took her swollen clit between his lips and massaged it, his tongue shooting out every so often into the wetness of her juicy cunt. While he worked on her he could feel the warmth of her mouth on his cock, surrounding it in her wetness and caressing it gently. He drove it deep into her throat with powerful thrusts, as if he were fucking her. She took it all, sucking hard as he thrust deep into her wet mouth.
Richard felt the gism rise into his cock as he tried to hold down Gretchen. She squirmed and jumped as she felt her climax approaching.
Richard held on, his head still buried in her bush and his tongue working feverishly along the folds of her cunt. Her clit stuck out, swollen to full size.
He thrust with all his might into her mouth, feeling her warm hand on his balls and fingering his ass.
"I'm coming," he said, "I'm coming."
She screamed aloud as she entered her climax, just as Richard felt the gism swell in his cock and shoot into the depths of her mouth. She squirmed like a snake as she came, feeling Richard's tongue in her cunt and caressing her sensitive clit, and the hot juice spurting against the side of her mouth as he came.
She heaved, throwing Richard up and down again as she reached a tremendous climax, her screams muffled by the long member still driving deep into her mouth.
When they had finished they lay on the soft grass, exhausted.
"That was really great," she said.
"Yeah," he answered, "that was the best blow job I ever got."
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"I never felt so good in my whole life," he replied.
"I could do this forever," she said. "Really."
"So could I," he said, caressing her tit and pinching her pink nipple with two fingers.
They lay still, Richard's cock limp and hanging by his pelvis. Gretchen lay face up, her tits shaking slightly with each small movement, her bush glistening with moisture. They felt the cool clean country air on their naked bodies, evaporating the sweat of passion they had been soaked in.
"Sure beats the heat of the city," said Richard, staring at the stars which covered the dark night sky.
"Sure does," she answered.
"I don't feel like ever going back," he said.
"Then why do you have to?" she asked.
"The gang. I don't know if I could leave them," he said. "They need me."
"No they don't. You're not that type. I always could sense that. They'll get along fine on their own."
"But I don't know. That's my life. That's all I've ever done," he said.
"You can always try something new," she said. "Wasn't it fun riding through the cool night in the country instead of the hot city?"
"Yeah," he admitted, "I guess you're right. Sure couldn't ride nude like that in the city."
"Well don't go back. We'll stay here and ride and do whatever we want. No one can stop us," she said.
"Yeah, no one can stop us," he thought. "Why do I need that gang? They're not all there is in the world. I could stay right here with Gretchen. Good women are so rare."
He looked over and saw Gretchen lying with her eyes closed, her hair blowing gently in the wind. Her tits were round and firm, tipped with pink flesh. Her stomach was white, a thin line of hair running down into her bush. Between the insides of her white thighs her cunt glistened in starlight.
Richard could almost feel his cock starting to rise again.
Fuck them, he thought. Why go back when I can have her anytime I want. Those other girls are just bitches, like Pricilla.
"Shit," he said aloud, "I've never felt like this in my whole life. I really want you."
"Me too," said Gretchen. "Let's fuck."
He looked at her naked body.
"Get me from the back," she said. "I like to be fucked from the back."
Gretchen rolled over on her stomach. Her ass shook, white and fleshy. Her back was smooth, with the indentation of her spine running from her soft neck down to the crack of her round ass. Her hair was over her shoulder, hanging down to the ground.
Gretchen shook her ass as Richard mounted her from the back.
"Good women are really rare," he thought, caressing her soft white ass.
Richard sent a letter back to the Daredevils, saying he wasn't returning to the gang. He had met a girl and was going to marry her. The two of them were moving to California to start a new life.
Willie the Weasel read the letter several times before he could digest it. It came as a shock to him. With Richard gone, he was now the leader of the gang. He felt an awful responsibility. He wasn't sure that he should bear the heavy burden. He had depended on Richard a great deal and now he wouldn't have him to watch out for him. The thought of being the leader thrilled him, if only he could be sure he could do the job well.
"I have doubts," he said to Robert the Whale. "I just don't know if I'm mature enough for the responsibility."
"Don't worry," said Robert. "You're all right You'll be a fine leader. They only thing that you have to do is learn how to control that crazy temper of yours. We can't go on the rampage anymore. If we keep busting up the way we've been doing, they're going to lock us up."
"I suppose you're right," nodded Willie. "We really should take it easy. Anyways, I don't feel as angry as I felt earlier. I guess with the coming of fall, things are much cooler. We can still fool around, but no more of this mindless violence."
"I'll shake to that," said the Whale. "I'll shake to that."
