Contemporary morality judges harshly those who do not conform to its strictures. An older woman who desires a young man, an older man who desires a young girl are subject not only to the scorn of society, but also to the processes of the law, for laws are formed by society.
Most stern moralists would condemn the participants in this story, for the characters break taboos sacred to the majority. Vicky's joyously unbridled lust, concentrating as it does on older men, would be labeled perverted, and Al's desire for a young woman would be grounds for imprisonment. But before we join in the chorus of condemnation, let us examine some of the underlying causes of the events in this story.
Vicky, brought up in intensive strictness by a disappointed mother, discovers the joy of sex during a session of masturbation. Discovered and viciously punished by her mother at the moment of orgasm, she thereafter associates pain with orgasm. Her love for her Aunt Stella, condemned by her mother as a whore, leads her to strike back in the only way she can-by becoming a whore also. Her introduction to sex, at the skilled hands of an older man, and her subsequent disappointment by a boy her age, sets her firmly on the path she has chosen. It may seem incredible to some that she embarks on this path with so few backward glances, but Vicky is a young woman of intense sexual desires, which she only wishes to fulfill, caring little for possible consequences.
Much has been written of the desire older men feel for young girls. On the surface, there is nothing remarkable about it. The sight of fresh young beauty has rejuvenated men throughout history, leading them to feats they had thought lost with youth. Once the fear of reprisal has been submerged, the men generally throw themselves into an orgy of stimulation, banishing the spectre of age with the freshness of youth. Sadly enough, these men usually must pay for their pleasure, for an aging body is seldom enough by itself to satisfy the younger women. Al and Joe solve this problem by teaming up, to the mutual delight of all concerned.
The reasons a woman, especially a young woman, might have for turning to prostitution are of course varied. Vicky's motivation is apparent-she wishes to identify with her aunt. The other girls seem motivated by a desire for money, admiration, a fear of being thought "chicken', and pure love of sex. Any and all of these reasons are commonplace. As one of the characters points out, high school girls often 'put out' in return for dates, words of love, etc., just as many women marry for security. Where, and in what, lies the difference between this and true prostitution?
This book does not claim to answer all questions concerning this tangled subject. Indeed, it may raise a few more. Psychologists today agree that many women experience a degree of passion unknown to males, and in many societies promiscuity is the accepted path. Prostitution, of course, is ever present, especially in the more restrictive societies, in many guises. To read of Vicky's adventures with scorn or disbelief would be to deny the findings of years of history, as well as modern psychology. Her passions may seem fantastic to those who have not experienced them, but, if we read with understanding and compassion, perhaps we can begin to comprehend the extent of her desires, and the effect on her companions, as natural and right for her. As people are different, so are their needs, and if Vicky's needs seem excessive or perverted to some, they would seem right to others.
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CHAPTER ONE
Vicky regarded herself solemnly in her bedroom mirror, and frowned slightly at the way her blonde hair curled above her forehead. It would be much neater if it had swept to her shoulders in a smooth bell like her best friend Sally's did. She ran her finger thoughtfully over her eyebrows, smoothing them down, wishing they were dark, and sighed. Aside from straightening her hair and dying her eyebrows, she couldn't think of a thing to do about her looks, and her mother would kill her if she did.
Thinking about her mother made Vicky start guiltily, as she looked at the clothes she had decided to wear. Now there was something her mother would never in a million years approve of-tight jeans, skimpy halter top....
Vicky hurriedly began to strip, knowing she had to get dressed and out of the house before her Mom came home and threw a fit. She wasn't even supposed to go out on a school night, much less go out dressed like that. She could imagine her Mom's face....
As she shed her school dress, she glanced at herself in the mirror and blushed slightly. Vicky wasn't used to seeing herself nude, but lately she had been surreptitiously examining her naked body with growing interest. Although she had just turned fourteen, her breasts were firm mounds of developing flesh, straining at the harsh white cotton bras her mother made her wear.
Not tonight, she thought grimly, unsnapping the hated bra and throwing it aside. Her young breasts sprang free, and she thrust her shoulders back proudly, forcing the tight mounds out. They were creamy white, tipped with the most delicate of rosebud tips, tips slowly erecting under her fascinated gaze.
"Wow," Vicky murmured softly, enraptured by the slow hardening of her tits. She bent closer to the mirror, staring at her chest, as a .slow blush tinted her face and traveled slowly down her throat. As if mesmerized, she lifted a finger and touched her breast softly, then ran her finger thoughtfully around her nipple, watching the tender bud engorge and harden, standing up. She giggled nervously as a pang of pleasure shot through her stomach.
"This is really weird," she said softly, still staring at her face in the mirror. This must be what her mother had warned her against-touching her body. But it certainly wasn't an unpleasant sensation-far from it! Vicky caught her tongue between her teeth and ran her fingers over her breast again, trying to recapture the feeling. She was totally engrossed in watching herself in the mirror, her flushed face fixed on her reflection, her eyes glued to her creamy breasts, which seemed almost quivering with excitement.
Her hand massaged her breast slowly, her fingers seeming to know what to do, how best to evoke the startling sensations which were flooding through her. Unbidden, her other hand dropped lower, over the tanned curve of her belly, rubbing fleetingly at the soft blonde curls that adorned her secret place. She gasped a little at her boldness, for her mother had told her to never, never touch herself there nor to let anyone else touch her there, either. In fact, she had threatened all kinds of things would happen to her if she did-and Vicky had no doubt that her mother would see to it that the terrible things happened. Her mother was like that.
But in spite of her fear, her hand still strayed in the blonde nest. Her fingers parted the soft curls and her eyes watched in utter fascination, her lips slightly parted as she concentrated on all the new sensations that were flooding her. Vicky had never really looked at her genitals before, so the barely visible contour of two symmetrical wet lips peeping through her pubic foilage was doubly exciting to her. Carefully, she placed her two fingers on the pinkish lips and pulled them apart, parting the soft hair to get a better look.
"Oh!" Vicky gasped softly as her fully developed pussy came into view. Wonderingly, she traced the two lips, touching the ridge that ran from the top juncture downward to a deep red opening of moist flesh. Topping this vestibule was a small teat of flesh extending from a fleshly hood. Lightly she touched the pip of flesh and was surprised at the electric shock that coursed through her body. Vicky smiled in delight and touched her clitoris again, feeling her stomach muscles contract pleasurably and a wave of heat traverse her. Slowly she began to massage the bud of flesh in circular motions, rolling it between her fingers, producing wave after wave of pleasure.
And then Vicky noticed something else-hot, wet secretions now covered the little nub, making it slippery, allowing her fingers to slide more easily over the shaft. She moaned slightly and burrowed her finger deeper into her crotch, feeling for the hole she knew was there. The hole she had heard about from her friend's whispered conversations, the hole where men put their things and ... But there her thoughts stopped, for she wasn't exactly sure what happened then. Maybe she'd ask Sally, or Joanne. They knew a lot of things and went out with guys and ... With a sudden gasp, Vicky felt her torso suddenly spasm out of control, bucking forward, engulfing her finger in a tight, hot vise of steamy flesh.
"Ohhhh," she murmured, feeling her finger lost inside her body, squirming inside her canal, sending unbelievable sensations through her. Her breathing quickened, rasping raggedly past her dry lips, interspersed with small animal moans as the magnitude of the waves sweeping her intensified. Her other hand rubbed frantically at her breasts, squeezing them lustfully, pinching at the engorged nipples as flames seemed to lick at her nerves.
"Oh! I'm ... What's happening? Oh!" Vicky cried, her pretty face twisted as an agonizing moan ripped through her lips. She couldn't believe the quivering waves of pounding heat that were twisting her body, making her hips slam frantically against her digging hand. Her hand was sopping wet with the rich ooze that coursed down her sating thighs, and the faint sloshing noise made her quiver even more with anticipation of she scarcely knew what. Her body doubled up, and a rhythmic quivering started in her belly, making her smooth skin ripple as her nerves carried the approaching orgasm through her.
Vicky caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror,, contorted face, straining, sweat soaked body, naked breasts bouncing under her fingers. A low groan escaped her lips as she pummeled her cunt unmercifully, striving for release. And then her eyes glazed as they saw the figure of her mother reflected in the mirror, and the groan of lust changed to a cry of terror as she braced herself for the stinging blow she knew was coming.
"Slut! Whore! Dirty little BITCH!" her mother screamed, slapping her naked daughter wildly, blows falling on the sweat soaked flesh. "No good slut! Filthy pig!"
"NO! NO! I didn't mean it! Stop! Stop it! You're killing meeeeee!" Vicky cried, holding up her hands to ward off her mother's blows, at the same time feeling the longed-for release sweep her body in a flood tide of anguished delight. As slaps rained on her head and shoulders, her young body twisted and convulsed in the throes of her very first orgasm....
Vicky laid her aching head on her arms and wished she were dead. Her mother had beat her and yelled at her for a good fifteen minutes before slamming out of her room, locking the door. Vicky had sworn she would never touch herself again, would never even think about it, would do anything her mother asked-to no avail. Her mother hadn't even heard her. Vicky winced as she remembered her parting words, words indelibly burned on her mind.
"You're just like HER. A slut. A dirty, filthy little whore. It's in the blood, and you've got it. And you'll end up like her, too, in the gutter where you belong."
Whore. Slut. Gutter. Vicky knew without asking who her mom had been talking about-her own sister, who had stolen her husband, Vicky's father, and run away with him. And who had been abandoned by him, left pregnant and penniless somewhere. Vicky could remember the satisfaction in her mother's voice as she told her that. She had only been six at the time, but she could remember as if it were yesterday her aunt's flashing blue eyes and curly blonde hair, and her way of laughing and enjoying life. Somehow, she had never blamed her father for running away with her-she would have liked to have gone, too. But no one had asked her. And then her father had left Stella, and Stella had, according to her mother, ended up in the gutter. But her father had never come back. Vicky's mother told her she hoped he would so she could tell him to his face what she thought of him, but Vicky didn't. She didn't hate him for leaving her, but she did for leaving Aunt Stella.
But that was all over now. Vicky sighed briefly. After her introduction to sex, she felt she could understand even more how her aunt had felt. She got up slowly and looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she were changed in some way. But her young face looked the same, the marks of her mother's slaps fading. Her mouth tightened in determination. She was not going to lose this wonderful thing she had found, but she'd be more careful from now on. She looked at her pile of clothes-amazingly, her mother hadn't even noticed.
"Thank God," Vicky breathed fervently, seeing nothing irreverent in this heartfelt prayer. The way she felt now, it was doubly important that she wear those clothes. Tonight. Because she was still determined to go out. Her mother had to work tonight. Vicky smiled and settled herself on the bed, waiting for her mother to leave.
Finally she heard the front door slam and the car start off. Her mother was going to a card party tonight, and she wouldn't miss that for anything. Her card parties and lunches made her feel still respectable, not the woman whose sister had stolen her husband.
Vicky got up quickly and slipped into her tight fitting jeans, admiring the way the denim clung to her legs and ass. She moved her legs sensuously, feeling the material rub between her legs, starting a memory of pleasure. A secret smile tugged at her lips as she slid her arms into the abbreviated halter top, feeling the silky cloth touch her bare breasts.
"Oh, yeah, baby, you look neat!" she told herself. "You'll show them a thing or two, won'tya!" She grinned at herself brazenly, combed her blonde curls quickly, and went to the window. "Bet the old bitch hasn't ever thought of this!" An hour ago, Vicky would have been horrified at herself-but that had all changed. "If I'm a slut and a whore like Aunt Stella, then I might as well find out how to be one!" With those brave words, Vicky opened the window and dropped out onto the porch roof, and from there to the ground. "Old cold bitch," She muttered.
An hour later, her bravado was slightly diminished. She had planned to meet her girl friend Sally downtown, and then go to the beach. But Sally hadn't shown up. Vicky sat disconsolately on the bench in front of the drugstore and tried to regain her earlier mood. But it was kind of scary now, the idea of going out all by herself. Vicky had only been to the beach once before, and then she had been with three other girls, but she could remember the way the guys had whistled and looked-and she didn't know if she could do it by herself. So she sat there miserably, wishing Sally would come, hating herself for her lack of courage. "Want a ride?"
Vicky's head snapped back. A good-looking dude about seventeen or so was grinning at her from the front seat of a VW bus.
"Uh. No," Vicky said automatically. "I'm waiting for someone."
"Suits me," the guy shrugged, driving off.
Vicky stared after him in dismay. A perfect opportunity-and she had blown it. Probably a really cool dude, she thought wistfully, staring after the bus. Shit, what's wrong with me? I must be crazy the next one I'll go for sure. Vicky glared around her angrily, wishing Sally were her. Sally would have gone. Or any of the girls she knew. They were all cool and had lots of guys....
"Are you waiting for someone? Or would you like a lift somewhere?" a cultured voice asked.
Vicky jumped up. "No. I mean yes. I mean no, I'm not, and yes I would," she stuttered, running towards the car. She wasn't even looking at the driver as she wrenched open the door and jumped inside. As she slumped against the seat she felt a sudden flash of pride. She'd done it.
She turned to smile at the dude, and gasped. He must be old enough to be my father! she thought in sudden confusion, all aplomb vanished.
"Jeez, I mean, sir, I'm sorry, like I mean...." and she realized he wasn't bad looking.
"Well, do you still want a lift somewhere?" The man seemed amused.
"Yeah, well, to the beach? That's where I was going, but Sally didn't show up, and, well, I thought I'd hitch a ride," Vicky managed, her breath still coming raggedly. She sure hadn't bargained on this. What did you talk to an old guy about? she wondered in despair. "It's real nice of you to offer me a ride," she said, primly folding her hands in her lap.
The man looked at her curiously, then shrugged and started the car. "To the beach then, dear. What's your name?" He spoke coldly, as if he couldn't care less what the answer was.
"V-Veronica," Vicky said.
"Pretty name. Ronnie. I like that," the man mused. "Pretty name, pretty girl. I'm Al." He handled the car expertly, not even looking at her.
"Pleased to meetcha," Vicky mumbled. Silence fell. Vicky stole a glance at him and was totally unnerved to find him watching her. "Uh. What kind of car is this?" she gasped frantically.
"LeSabre." The man named Al laughed silently. "How old are you, Vicky?"
"Fourteen," Vicky mumbled. She couldn't imagine what was wrong with her. She knew she shouldn't be sitting here in a car with a strange man, but isn't this what she wanted? To be a slut and a whore like Aunt Stella, one had to have a man. Vicky forced herself to look at the man and smile, and then ducked her head again. Because the man was looking at her just like the guys at the beach, in spite of his age. And Vicky was no longer sure she wanted to go through with this.
"I've changed my mind. Let me out," she said rapidly.
"Why?" asked the man reasonably. "We're almost there. And you'll have to catch another ride back to town. I'm not going back for a while."
Vicky was silent. She felt extremely foolish, and she had no doubts that she sounded foolish to the man named Al. "Yeah, well, I'll walk from here," she said desperately. She looked out the window. They were on a long stretch of deserted road about five miles from the beach.
"Jesus Christ, kid! I'm not gonna rape you," Al said in disgust. "I'll take you straight to the beach and dump you there with all the teeny-boppers." He swept his eyes over her, lingering on her flushed face. "Fourteen, huh? Look older."
For some reason Vicky felt pleased. She relaxed. Everything was cool. Al wasn't bad. Probably an accountant with a wife and ten kids. She smiled at him suddenly. "I do?"
"Yeah. Sixteen at least." Al looked at her appraisingly, his eyes resting appreciatively on her well formed young breasts.
Vicky blushed, feeling a small knot of warmth form in her belly as his eyes caressed her body. "Really?" she asked provocatively, drawing her shoulders back so that her tits strained against her thin halter. She felt dazed somehow, and she suddenly remembered her recent orgasm vividly.
She liked the way his eyes were devouring her, as if he could see through her clothes. This was fun.
Al imperceptibley slowed the car, never taking his eyes from the lovely flushed face turned to him. "Yeah, you're a real honey," he said softly. "Too good for those teenyboppers. Beautiful ... your hair, your eyes ... skin...." His voice was soft and warm, caressing her like his eyes.
Vicky shivered as Al's voice surrounded her in a soft haze. She liked what he was saying. She wanted to hear more. She inched closer to him, until he could have easily touched her with his hand. She watched his knuckles whiten as his hand tightened on the steering wheel, and the pleasure within her grew as she realized he was having to hold himself back from her. She decided that she would see just how far she could go and then she could jump out and leave. She smiled softly to herself, picturing his frustration as she ran away from him, down the beach. And then she could find a really neat dude and play him the same way Al? You're just saying that. I'm just a kid, and you're teasing me." she said softly.
Al glanced at her sharply. He had no idea what had changed the frightened girl he had picked up to this warm, yielding creature, but he wasn't complaining. He slowed the car even more, and allowed his hand to fall on the seat between them.
"No, honey, you're really beautiful. Your body, if you'll forgive me saying so, is beautiful. Well developed." Al kept on in the same vein, knowing that the actual words didn't matter. His hand crept nearer until it rested lightly against Vicky's knee, as if by accident. He slowed the car even more, looking for a turnoff. His fingers touched her knee gently, feeling the hard flesh beneath the blue denim and a flash of excitement made him shiver. "Fourteen. Only fourteen, and so beautiful," he murmured, as his hand was stroking her knee, sliding up and down her thigh, ready to withdraw at the first resistance.
Vicky made none. Through half closed lids, she watched Al's growing excitement. She moved a little closer, so that his hand slid over the roundness of her thighs. Between her thighs, she could feel a growing tight hotness. "Do you like my jeans, Al?" she asked innocently. "They're Landlubbers-the latest thing."
"Oh, yeah, sure, they're great," Al muttered, momentarily distracted. He was driving extremely slow now, his eyes searching for the turnoff he knew was here. Somewhere. He didn't think he could stand it much longer-the tightness in his pants was growing and pulsing until he knew she could notice. God. Fourteen, he thought, his mind already picturing what she would look like and feel like and smell like. He suppressed a groan and forced his hand to continue its lazy stroking of her thigh. As his fingers brushed across the denim covered mound of her cunt, he heard her indrawn breath with satisfaction.
"And my halter top, do you like that, too?" Vicky purred. She stretched a little on the seat, parting her legs, feeling the man's fingers slide between them without hesitation. She crunched down, pressing her legs together, capturing his hand, pressing against it.
"Yeah. Great." Al suddenly swerved the car onto a brush covered trail and gunned the engine, tearing through the brush. His one hand was trapped between Vicky's legs, and he dug into her crotch, pinching her cunt with his fingers. "Jesus. You don't have any pants on," he muttered.
Vicky jumped as if stung. She had been drifting in a sensual haze, her senses alive under his questing fingers, her mind dulled by her pleasure. Suddenly she noticed they were no longer on the main road.
"Where ... where are we?" she cried, staring out of the window.
Al gripped her leg firmly and drew her against him. "Right where you wanted to be, honey. At the beach. A private beach." He swung the car to the left and stopped, and Vicky saw that they were on a small inlet, utterly removed from the main beach. She had never known this was here.
"But," she began, "I wanted to go...."
"Do you wanna stay in the car or get out?" Al asked in a business-like manner. He pulled the girl to him, his fingers digging into her tender crotch, his other hand reaching for her breasts.
"No! Let me go!" Vicky pulled away frantically. "You said you wouldn't rape me-let me go...."
"Rape, shit. You sat there for ten minutes and let me finger you and now say I'm gonna rape...."
Al broke off in disgust and pulled her to him roughly. "Relax, honey, this'll be great." He ran his hands over her tits, moulding them beneath his hands, and Vicky felt a wave of pleasure despite herself.
"No, really, Al. I didn't know what I was doing," Vicky said earnestly, trying to pull back. But the look on his face frightened her. "Please I'm sorry, let me go," she murmured.
Al drew back, still holding her with both hands. She wiggled slightly and realized that she couldn't get away if she tried, and so sat quietly, trying to look pitiful. But the movement made her breasts strain against his hands and she could see from his face that he wasn't about to let her go.
"Please don't do it to me," she begged frantically. "I'll do anything you say. Just please ... I'm a virgin ... my mother...." Vicky groaned slightly. This had seemed like a lark, like such a blast, but the reality was scary. She looked at his face beseechingly.
"Okay, honey," Al said agreeably. "But you didn't seem so virginal a minute ago, okay."
Vicky sat back, slightly disappointed. He was still holding her shoulders firmly, but a strange smile was playing over his face now, replacing the dark anger of a minute before.
"Suck it."
"What?" Vicky stared at him in amazement.
"You don't wanna get fucked, so suck it. Take it outta my pants and suck it," Al said matter-of-factly.
Vicky just looked at him. She could remember vague things about sucking guys off-she had heard some of the older girls at school talking about doing it. But!
"Suck it?"
"Yeah, baby, just reach over here real slow and easy and take it out and suck it. Like a lollipop. Or else I'll fuck you. And don't try anything funny." Al glared at her. "Hurry up."
Vicky looked around wildly. She couldn't see any use in screaming. And she certainly couldn't get away without getting hurt. Even if she managed to escape Al's grip, he could catch her easily if she ran. And she couldn't really see what harm it would do if she did as he asked.
"Okay, Al. But you'll have to tell me how. I've never done it before," Vicky said calmly, fluttering her lashes, trying to placate the man. She reached out nervously and stroked the hard lump in his trousers, her fingers closing involuntarily.
"Unzip my pants and take it out," Al breathed, his voice harsh. He could feel her young fingers gliding over his bulging penis, and he trembled with excitement, his eyes glued on her mouth, imagining how it would feel.
Vicky's pink tongue licked her lips, which were suddenly dry. Hesitantly, she unzipped the man's grey pants and groped inside, searching. Her fingers closed around the turgid staff of his prick and she gasped.
"It's so BIG," she murmured involuntarily, suddenly eager to see the thing she had heard about. After all, no harm would be done. She fastened her fingers around the pulsing rod and drew it out slowly, her eyes glazing at her first sight of cock. "Oooooo," she whispered. "I didn't know it would be so big!"
Al gasped. The girl's inexperienced fingers and wondering young voice were exciting him unbearably. "Like it, honey?" he asked hoarsely.
"I don't know. I think so," Vicky said honestly. She stared at the revealed cock, her eyes feasting on the swollen rod, the engorged head. "What's that?" she asked, touching the tip of her finger to the droplet of pearly liquid on the tip.
"Uh ... that shows how much I want you to ... touch me," Al gasped. "Rub it over the head, honey baby, rub it nice." He hunched his hips forward, making his penis slide in her hand. "Jack it off a little, baby, then suck it. Yeah. Back and forth, easy like."
"Like this?" Vicky asked, sliding her hand up and down the penis' shaft, smearing the clear fluid over shaft and head. "Ooo, it's all slippery." She ran her hand up and down for a minute, then looked at Al expectantly.
"Take it in your mouth, honey. Go on. Do it," Al rasped. He reached up and grasped the girl's hair, bringing her face to his crotch. "Suck it."
Vicky breathed in the odor of aroused male and felt an answering response deep in her belly. This wasn't bad at all. She stuck out her tongue gingerly and licked at the blood red head of Al's cock, feeling it jump as she did.
"Oh, yeah. That's it, baby. Sweet baby. Suck it for Al, baby. Take it all in your mouth and suck my cock." Al twisted in the seat, bringing the girl's head firmly into his lap. His hands roamed over her back, then slipped under her halter and caressed her bare skin.
Vicky moaned a little. She was so engrossed in the rank tang of cock that she scarcely noticed what was happening. Her lips opened and she slid them over the cock head, sucking at it gently, knowing by the man's gasp that she was doing good. Emboldened, she drew his prick farther in, rolling her tongue around the head.
"Yeah, suck it in. All of it. God, that's IT, baby! You're gonna be a real cocksucker! Oh, yeah. Suck it, honey." Al slid his hands over the girl's bare back, enjoying the touch of her smooth skin. His whole being was concentrated in his groin now, his loins pulsing with the need to shove his cock deep into the soft throat, to choke her with his gushing seed, to force her to swallow it all.
The touch of her lips had inflamed him beyond the point of caring now. He didn't care what she did or what happened afterwards, as long as she sucked him off. And then he'd get it up again and screw her. His eyes glazed with lust as his hands slid around and fastened on her breasts, exulting as he noted how hard the nipples had become.
"God, you love it, don'tcha, bitch," he muttered to himself. He stroked her breasts firmly, hearing her gasp of breath deep in her throat as she sucked eagerly at his prick. "Suck it, slut, little cocksucking bitch," he groaned. "Take it all the way in your mouth."
Vicky was sliding her mouth up and down the slippery shaft, knowing instinctively that that was what he wanted. With a sudden upwards thrust, he drove completely into her mouth, gagging her. She tried to draw back, choking, but his hand pulled her head inexorably down.
"Relax your throat muscles, girl, and take it all. All the way in," Al grated. He held her head firmly in his lap, his other hand still massaging her breasts. The feel of that resilient young flesh beneath his fingers almost made him come right then, but he held back, wanting to savor this as long as possible.
Slowly, Vicky's throat relaxed and the man's long cock slipped past her glottis without gagging her. It felt like it was all the way down her throat, filling her. Tears came to her eyes, but she hung on grimly, working her lips over the shaft, swallowing to keep from choking.
"That's it," Al grunted as he felt her throat muscles work against his prick as she swallowed. "Now up and down, honey, fuck me with your mouth. Use your mouth like a cunt, honey, and fuck Al good." He pulled her head up and down a few times, illustrating the rhythm he wanted, then left her to it while his hands busied themselves with her tits.
Vicky picked up the rhythm with no trouble, sliding her lips up and down, plunging the prick deep in her throat on the downstroke, sucking firmly on the upstroke, her tongue around the head. Al grunted and groaned, obviously enjoying her efforts. And she was enjoying it too. She felt like the most important thing in the world was to give pleasure to this man she had never seen before. She could feel his hands massaging her tits, drawing the cloth off of them. She shuddered at the air on her sweaty skin, a shudder of pure pleasure, and moaned deep in her throat.
Al heard the moan through a lustful haze and grinned to himself. Gently, he slid the brief halter down her bare arms, staring eagerly at his first sight of her breasts.
He wasn't disappointed. Full and young and firm they hung from her chest, hanging down as she knelt beside him sucking his penis. He ran his hands over the orbs, pulling at the extended nipples, feeling his prick jump and grow in her mouth as his orgasm approached.
"Oh, yeah, honey, beautiful titties, just for Al. Gorgeous. Suck my cock, honey, and let me feel your tits and pussy." So saying, he ran one hand down her exposed chest and belly and found the waistband of her jeans. He impatiently ripped open the snap and slid his hand inside. He had been right. She wore no panties. His breath almost stopped for a heartshattering second as his finger slid over the moist hairs, searching for the tiny slit.
Vicky felt his hand enter her pants and probe for her cunt. She didn't know how she could stop him, and she didn't want to. He had said he wouldn't fuck her if she sucked him, but she didn't care. Anyhow, it felt so good. She groaned, her mouth sucking hungrily at his cock, greedily pulling it all in. She loved the way his shaft felt in her mouth, swelling and filling her mouth with its turgid taste. She could feel tingles throughout her body, from her tits to her cunt. She sucked eagerly, willing him to thrust his finger into her.
"Goddamn, eat my come, I'm gonna come in your hot little mouth!" Al suddenly cried. He could feel the familiar tightening of approaching orgasm. He suddenly drove his finger into her cunt, and the tight hot wetness that sucked at his finger was his undoing.
"I'M COMMINGG! EAT IT! SUCK MY COCK! HEERRREEE ITTT COOMES! A A A A AAIIIIIIE E E EE E!" he cried, thrusting forward into her throat. Great gobbets of boiling sperm gushed from his prick, flooding her throat with sperm.
Vicky didn't know what to do with the thick stuff that suddenly filled her throat and mouth, so she swallowed. Apparently this was the right thing to do, because Al groaned and screamed in pleasure and thrust his finger deep in her crotch. She felt an answering twitch inside her as he ejaculated into her mouth, and she suddenly wished it weren't over. She sucked greedily at his cock, draining it.
"That's it, baby, baby," Al crooned softly. "Suck it all. Get every drop of my come. Eat it all, honey. That's it." As his orgasm diminished, receding in waves, and his drained cock deflated, Al stroked the girl's cunt and tits softly. He knew she was excited and he had to keep her that way.
He wanted desperately to fuck her, to put his cock into her virgin hole and ream her out. The feel of that tight virgin cunt gripping his finger was the most exciting thing he had felt in years, and he shuddered as he imagined how it would feel on his cock.
"Beautiful, baby. Great, just fabulous! Just relax a minute, I'm gonna make you feel good like you made me. Ah, yes, that's it, baby, you got the tightest little pussy in town, I can feel that it wants me, doesn't it, baby?" Al crooned softly to the girl as his fingers stroked her cunt. Her lips had relaxed now, letting his penis slip from them, and she looked up at him.
"Was it good?" she asked seriously. She hardly seemed aware that her jeans were pulled down around her hips and her breasts were bare. She wriggled her hips a little, sending his finger deeper inside her. It did feel good. She sighed.
"Yeah, the best. The best cocksucking I ever had," Al said, quite truthfully. He couldn't ever remember anything as good as the feel of her young mouth on his cock. He drew her to him lazily, his hand entangled in her cunt. "And does that feel good, honey? Tell me how you like it, baby." He smiled at her and pulled her bare chest against him, stroking her expertly.
"You shouldn't," Vicky murmured. "You said...." She snuggled close to him, her tits rubbing against his shirt. Moisture oozed between her thighs. "Oh, I'm all wet...."
"Don't worry about a thing. Al'll take care of it.
Doesn't that feel good? Like that?" He rubbed his fingers over her cunt, finding the nub of her clitoris and smiling as she shivered. He could feel himself growing hard already, inflamed by the feel of her. He had had no idea how great young pussy was, and he promised himself to get as much of it as possible. He smiled into the girl's face.
"Yes, Al, it feels wonderful. But strange," Vicky whispered. "I've ... felt myself there, but this is better. It feels all wet and I feel all squirmy inside." Vicky unconsciously dropped her hand to Al's cock, and vas surprised to find it almost hard again.
Al slowly rubbed the young girl's cunt, feeling by the hot moisture that wet his hand how nearly ready she was. "I'm gonna make you come all over my hand, baby," he promised. "You'll like that, won't you? I can feel how hot you are, aren't you? Tell me how much you like it, honey," he murmured.
"Oooooo yes, I love it," Vicky murmured. Her hips were beginning to take up the involuntary motions of fucking as his finger slid in and out of her slick channel. He probed more deeply, hitting an obstruction.
God, she is cherry, he thought. This is gonna be really great.
"Just relax, honey, and I'll take care of everything," Al said. "You're in good hands, baby, I'll treat you right."
CHAPTER TWO
Vicky sprawled back in the car seat, her legs wide, her blonde curls brushing the seat. It all seemed like a dream. The whole day, from her selfmanipulated orgasm and her mother's violent reaction to this, couldn't really have happened. But it had, and it was still happening!
She looked down her bare body to her exposed cunt, with Al's brown hand groping deep within the moist blonde curls, and smiled wantonly with pure pleasure.
"Ooo, Al, this is fantastic," she babbled softly. "I never thought ... I mean, everyone told me ... oooohhhh, uuuhhhhhh," her voice trailed off into a moan as Al's fingers probed her sensitive pussy.
Vicky obediently spread her legs even wider, presenting a lascivious picture that made Al's breath catch in his throat. He stared eagerly at the wet young pussy widespread before him. The tight blonde curls were sweat darkened now, and he could feel the wetness inside her moistening his searching fingers.
Al opened her cunt lips with two fingers and looked into the pink inner recesses, tracing the young folds with his fingertip, smiling as she shivered under his touch. He could smell the hot sweet must of her cunt as she became more and more aroused, and he inhaled deeply. He wanted to eat her out, to suck her young juices into his mouth and wet his dry lips in her fountain of youth. But he wanted to fuck her first. He shuddered in anticipation.
"Rub my prick, honey, make it feel good, too," he muttered. He reached over with his free hand and captured hers, placing it on his growing cock. "Like you did before, honey."
Vicky's hand closed eagerly around the thick shaft. She felt no reticence this time. She liked the way it felt in her fingers, and she wanted it to grow big and hard again. She slid her fingers up and down as she had before, and was rewarded by Al's almost instantaneous response.
"Is that how?" she asked innocently, somehow knowing that it turned him on to have her act innocent. She wrapped her hand firmly around his cock shaft and pulled it up and down in steady strokes.
"Yeah, sugar, that's the way. Jack me off real slow and nice while I finger your sweet little cunt."
Al let his free hand roam over Vicky's tits, mashing the sensitive buds of her nipples between his fingers. Suddenly, he bent forward and caught one of the erect buds between his lips, sucking it in, savoring the salty tang of young flesh.
""OOOOOO!" Vicky squealed as Al's lips clamped on her nipple. A shock of pure pleasure ripped through her body, and she arched her chest upwards, offering her hot young tits to the older man. She was in a sensual haze now, her nerve ends tingling with pleasure, as Al's experienced hand tweaked her pussy, sending shivers of delight through her. She squirmed on the seat, seeking to engulf his hand completely in her, while little moans escaped her parted lips.
"Oh! AAAHHH! Suck my breasts, Al! That feels so good," she murmured.
Al lifted his head momentarily and smiled at the girl. "Do you like me sucking your titties, dear?" he queried gently. "And playing with your luscious little cunt? You pretty little slut, you really love it, don'tcha? Tell me how much you love it, baby." He tweaked her cunt viciously, and Vicky moaned again with pleasure and pain.
"Yes, yes, please do it more, harder, suck my titties and play with my pussy," Vicky babbled, strangely excited by the dirty words she had never even thought before. "And I'll ... jack off your big hard cock while you play with my cunt and suck ... my ... nipples ... titties ... oooohhh ... uuuhhh...."
Al's mouth closed over Vicky's breast and he hungrily sucked as much of the resilient young flesh as possible into his mouth. His fingers were flying in her cunt now, making loud sloppy noises as they paddled in the moist swamp. He could feel her inner muscles quivering win tension beneath his fingers, and he knew that her orgasm was near. He almost was on the verge of coming himself, but he held back with an iron will, not wanting to spill his seed into her fingers this time. But first, he had to make her come with his hand fucking, he had to see her young body convulse before him in the throes of orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh yyyeeesss! Al! Finger me! Fuck me! OOOHHH!" Vicky cried wildly, her hips bucking back and forth as she met each thrust of the man's hand. She could feel his finger deep inside her, probing at the sensitive walls of her cunt, stoking the flame that lurked inside her. "Harder! Deeper!"
"Sure, baby, anyway you want it!" Al grated, slamming his hand into the sopping pussy. He was tense with anticipation now, eager to feel her cum fluid on his fingers. "Come on, honey, come for Al! Come on my fucking fingers, you little hot bitch!"
Vicky heard his words through a haze of lust and need. Her head was swimming as she trembled and shivered under Al's practiced assault, her senses ablaze with lust. She could smell a strange, musky odor and somehow she knew that it was her, her female signal that she was aroused and ready to come. She caught her breath as she felt a flicker deep in her belly, recognizing it for the onslaught of orgasm. And then she was coming, her sweating young body flopping and squirming like a fish, impaled on Al's hand. She dug her heels into the floor and raised her hips involuntarily, trying to bring his hand deeper, deeper into her cunt, but he held back a little.
"Deeper! Please, Al! All the way in me! Cram your hand in my cunt! OOOOHHH! OH GOD! I'M ... I'MMMM ... OOOHHH GOD! HIT ME! SLAP ME! ALLL!! MOOTHHER! HIT ME!"
Al was amazed at the guttural words issuing from the contorted young mouth, but he shrugged mentally and slapped the girl hard across the face. Her mouth gaped open and she stared at him wildly, her body convulsing wildly in orgasm. He hit her again, harder, and felt a surge of pleasure as she shrank back from him, her eyes wide.
"NO! DON'T HIT MEE!! MOTHER!!" Vicky screeched wildly and convulsed again, her orgasm completed by the sharp slaps. Al pulled her to him instantly, pressing her quivering body to his, smoothing her tangled curls. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but this wasn't the time to ask. His prick was harder than ever before and throbbing with the need to enter that young cunt he had felt spasming beneath his hand. He held her against his with one hand while he quickly rolled his pants down his legs with the other, letting them fall to the floor. Vicky was still trembling against him, her mind befogged with her violent release, and he met no resistance as he stripped off her jeans completely and feasted his eyes on her body.
"God, how beautiful," he muttered. He almost rubbed his hands together in his anticipation. "Hold on, little honey, I'm gonna fuck you good and proper now. And slap the shit out of you, too, if that's the way you like it." He grasped his engorged cock in one hand and knelt over her body, parting her legs. The car seat was cramped, but there was just enough room for a good fuck. He mentally thanked God he hadn't bought a model with bucket seats as he opened the girl's cunt and positioned his cock at the entrance, enjoying the picture she made, stretched before him, awaiting his pleasure.
"OH! Wha ... what are you? NO!" Vicky looked down at her outstretched body in sudden horror, her gaze glued to the sight of Al's huge penis poised at the entrance to her cunt. A shiver of fear ran over her young face as she realized what had happened and what was going to happen.
"Just relax, darling, it won't hurt," Al said rapidly, cursing his earlier pausing to view her body. Already she was pulling away from him, and he grasped her roughly about the waist, pinioning her to the seat.
"Let me up! Right now!" Vicky squeaked, thrashing. "You promised...."
"Tough," Al muttered between his teeth. "You liked it a minute ago, and you'll like it now. Hold still, goddamn it!" He swore softly as he struggled to keep his grip on her slippery body. "Enough of this shit, bitch, hold still. I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna beg me for it."
"No! Please!" Vicky repeated, trying desperately to get up. Her eyes were riveted on the huge shaft of Al's cock. "It'll tear me in two! I'm too small! Please don't!"
Al roughly thrust his fingers into her still damp cunt, wrenching her cunt lips apart, smiling grimly at her squeaks of fear. He was enjoying it even more, he told himself in surprise, now that she was protesting. Rape had something to be said for it after all.
He waggled his prick between his fingers at her, stroking it lovingly. "You wanted it a minute ago," he said quietly, "and now you're gonna get it. Right in your tight little cherry cunt!" So saying, he inserted the head between her pink cunt lips and pressed forward slightly, emphasizing his words.
Vicky drew back, trying to close her thighs, to repel the huge invader. Her cunt felt dry and tight now, her earlier hot desire evaporated. Her pupils dilated in fear as Al pressed into her and she felt the big cock tearing apart her sensitive membranes.
"Noooooo! You're killing me! Stop it! NNNOOOOOO!" she wailed, squirming away from him.
But her movements only inflamed the older man's lust. His mouth was hanging open now, his tongue caught between his teeth as he felt his cock sinking into the hot vise of her cunt.
"God! You're tight as shit!" he muttered hotly, moving his hips to gain a better entrance. His cock was about half in now, and he breathed harshly at the lewd sight of the red shaft imbedded in soft blonde curls. He pressed forward another inch and came against a sudden obstruction.
Vicky moaned soundlessly. Her pussy hole was on fire with pain. She could feel Al's prick stretching her unmercifully, ripping apart her secret places, opening her wide. It felt like a huge hot poker tearing her apart. Suddenly, the pain lessened a little, and she sensed that he'd stopped. She looked up in sudden hope, then screamed as suddenly, through her haze of pain, she became aware of a small start of pleasure. She pulled back. Surely she couldn't be beginning to enjoy this? But the warm glow of pleasure remained, slowly suffusing her cunt, banishing the pain.
Al felt the moment that she relaxed. Her cunt changed, the tight vise softening around his cock, seeming to clutch at it instead of repelling it.
"Yeah. That's it, honey." He slid his hands under her hips and lifted her against his groin, holding her slight body in his hands, sliding it up and down his cock. "Move your sweet ass, sugar, fuck me back," he commanded softly. Hesitantly, her hips took up the motion, matching his strokes. He could feel her inner muscles grasping at his cock, like they had earlier at his finger, and he increased the tempo of his strokes, exulting as she followed his movements easily.
"Oh, you're a natural, baby!" he exulted. "That cunt of yours has goddamn fingers to milk my balls! God, what a pussy!"
Vicky could feel her treacherous body responding to his. It didn't hurt much anymore, the pain receding under the tide of pleasure that suffused her. Gingerly, she raised her arms and put them around his neck, lifting herself against him, her hips moving with his. Well, it's happened she thought. I'm being fucked. Her thought processes ceased as her body took over, banning any tiny thoughts of resistance. What would be the use-it had already happened. She was a virgin no longer. She threw back her head and smiled wetly at the huge rod ripped into her. The previous pain had been nothing to this.
"OOOHHH! NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH! GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDD! YOU'RE KILLING ME! RIPPING ME APART! SSSSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!"
Al grunted wildly as he burst through the obstruction of her hymen and thrust fully into the depths of her young cunt. His cock was surrounded by a mass of tight flesh, and he could feel wetness surrounding it. He didn't know if it were blood or cunt juice, and he couldn't care less. The excitement of the cherry plucking had blotted out all tenderer emotions, and he snorted like a bull as he plowed into her tender flesh, his huge cock slicing in and out of her distended pussy.
"Yeah, baby! FUCK! MOVE YOUR GODDAMN ASS! FUCK ME! AH, GOD IT'S SO TIGHT! HOT CUNT!" Al plunged into the depths of her young twat, knowing that he was gonna come any minute now. He tried to hold back-he wanted her to come, too, so she'd want more ... With a violent effort, he held himself back and set to a steady, even stroke.
Vicky was paralyzed. She was sure she would never move again. She could feel her cunt dimly, shuddering under the cruel assault. Now she remembered her mother's words, her friends' warnings of how it hurt the first time. And Al was so brutal she knew that most guys weren't quite this big-or rough. She moaned faintly, her head rolling on the seat, and prayed for it to end. suffused face about her.
"Teach me, Al. Teach me to fuck you good," she whispered. "It feels so good, your big cock in me ... fucking me...."
"Thataway, sugar doll, thataway!" Al muttered. His cock was on fire, itching to explode within the recesses of her cunt, to fill her with boiling seed. But he held on, determined to have her delicate body convulsing with lust under his. "Fuck me, baby! Hold on for a ride! I'm gonna make you love it!" he promised.
Vicky's whole world was between her legs, in the fiery spot nestled between her white thighs. She could feel the powerful thrusts reaming her out, and her legs began to quiver and tighten spasmodically. She lifted her hips, welcoming the intruder she had previously repelled, giving back thrust for thrust, her lithe young hips churning and roiling.
"Yes! Fuck me, Al! Ram your cock in me and fuck me! I love it! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! OOOOOOHHHHHH!"
Al heard the girl's innocent voice crying out those lewd words and redoubled his efforts, plowing mightily into her quivering twat, in and out, in and out, feeling the tight young cunt muscles claw at his swelling shaft, seeking to drain him dry.
"YEAH! SNAP THAT CUNT! IT FEELS LIKE FINGERS! MILKING MY BALLS! MILK MY BALLS, BABY! FUCK! FUCK! CUNT! SSSHHHHEEEEEUUUUUUTTTTTT! FUCK!" Al trembled as the overwhelming need to explode began in his balls. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer. The semen was boiling in his balls, making them hurt with the urge to come. And then he felt something like a blow at the base of his cock, and he was coming, spurts of hot white fluid bursting from the head of his prick, splashing into the dark recesses of Vicky's cunt, filling her womb with hot white seed.
"GGGOOODDD! I'M COMING! HOT! SUCK IT! IN YOUR CUNT! FUCK MEE! TAKE IT ALL! BITCH!! SLUT!! WHORE!!! OOOHHHHHH!" Al screamed as his seed boiled over into Vicky. He raised his arm, scarcely knowing what he did, and hit the young girl across the face, again and again, as he pumped her trembling body full of male fluids.
As the first stinging slap crossed her cheeks, Vicky felt her body convulse in perverted pleasure. "YES! HIT ME! I'M A FILTHY SLUT! I LOVE IT! HIT ME! OOOHHHHHH I'M COMING! MY CUNT! I CAN FEEL YOUR COME IN MEEEEEE!" Vicky's voice trailed off into a high pitched squeal as she bucked and convulsed under the older man, her hips straining against his, her cunt milking his cock, gripping his softening shaft in a grip of iron, draining the last drops of precious fluid into her hungry maw. His slaps inflamed her lust until she reached a pinnacle of no return, swept into a flood of lust, her mouth screaming obscenities, her nails raking into the man's sweaty back, her legs clamped around his waist.
Al collapsed slowly. He felt drained. Vicky's cunt was still convulsing around his limp dick, and he lay there a minute, soaking in the warmth and wetness of her satiated young pussy. He looked down at her face, seeing the red marks where he had slapped her, remembering his involuntary blows and her frenzied response. It was hard to believe it was the same girl who had clawed at him in passion, begging him to hit her, as he looked down at her young face, in repose now, one hand trustingly laid against him.
Her eyes opened and she smiled up at him sunnily, but with a new trace of knowledge as old as Eve.
"I love it when you fuck me, Al," Vicky purred. "Fuck me some more?"
"Not now, sugar, maybe later," Al said, softly stroking her hair. "You're a real tiger, aren't you?"
"I'm a slut and a filthy whore," Vicky said, a strange, complacent smile playing around her lips. "A dirty, filthy whore, aren't I? You said so, Al, you told me I was, so I must be, huh?"
Al looked at her, ready to vehemently deny her words, and stopped at the look in her eyes.
"Sure baby, you're my little slut," he said quietly, enfolding her in his arms. "And I love it." He kissed the top of her head, his mind envisioning a series of meetings with this sexy little bitch fate had so kindly presented him with. She was right. She was a slut. And he had an abiding fondness for sluts.
CHAPTER THREE
Al had driven Vicky home, after insisting they stop at a filling station for her to straighten up. She staggered out of the car to the restroom, her cunt throbbing with pain and remembered pleasure, her jeans hurriedly zipped over her nakedness, as an interested attendant stared, mouth open. Al glared back and casually lit a cigarette, trying to act as if it were an everyday occurrence for a man to drive up to a lonely filling station in a fancy car and let out a disheveled young girl.
Vicky had doused her head under the faucet and run cold water over her hands, then wet a towel and mopped her stinging pussy, grimacing a little at the mingled blood and sperm. Then she stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, amazed that her experiences didn't show on her face. But her same young face looked out at her, only a few fading red marks remaining from Al's vicious slaps. She smiled at herself slowly, running the wet towel over her bruised cunt, remembering her actions with wonder. A twinge of pleasure shot through her, and she hurriedly zipped up her jeans and ran back to the car. The attendant grinned at her broadly, and she smiled back. Al scowled and drove off with a squeal of rubber.
She remembered little of the ride home. She knew that All had extracted a promise from her to meet him the next day, but she didn't really listen. She was in a hurry to get back before her mother got home. She shivered, picturing her mother's face if....
But all was cool. The house was dark and quiet, and Vicky slipped undetected into her room. As Al drove off and she heard the receding sound of his car, she giggled to herself. He had held her close and whispered, "Good-bye, Ronnie." She had forgotten that she had given him a phony name, and he had never once called her by her name during their passion. She grinned broadly, anticipating their next meeting. Somehow, she had a feeling that things were going to get better and better. Happily, she climbed into bed and turned out the light, drifting off into undisturbed sleep.
Vicky's mother woke her up the next morning for school, never saying a word about their scene the day before. Vicky shrugged contemptuously. She didn't give a shit anymore what her mother thought or did, as long as she left her alone. And she realized that the simplest way to insure this was to act as if nothing had happened. She dressed for school, deliberately putting on a modest skirt and blouse, but stuffing her jeans and a fresh halter in her purse. She surveyed herself in the mirror, her lips curling at the sight of herself clad in the blue skirt and white blouse.
"Look like something out of the fifties," she said to herself, forgetting that she had dressed like that at her mother's command for years. She smiled as she thought of changing into her jeans at the earliest chance. All the other girls wore jeans to school. Well, now she would, too. She tossed her head defiantly and ran downstairs, grabbing her books and slamming out of the door. She never ate breakfast, despite her mother. She hated it. And now she didn't feel guilty about it anymore. Vicky sang to herself as she ran to school.
The first thing she did as she entered the school building was go to the rest room and strip off the hated skirt and blouse and don her jeans. As she did, Sally and Joanne came in and stared at her in amazement.
"Hey! Nice top," volunteered Sally, looking at her friend. "You look well, different." She stared at Vicky.
"What happened to you?" Vicky asked, ignoring Sally's comment. She glanced at herself in the mirror in satisfaction, noting the way her jeans clung to her hips. Her pussy still burned a little, and she rubbed her legs together, enjoying the feel of the rough fabric against her bare cunt.
"Oh. My mom had some wash for me to do. Hope you didn't wait long," Sally said. She was watching her younger friend in wonder. Jeez, she's not wearing panties, she thought in amazement, looking at Vicky's prominent mound, displayed in the tight jeans. Sally looked down at herself. She always wore panties.
"No. I went to the beach," Vicky offered casually, glancing at Sally out of the corner of her eyes. Funny how I used to envy her, she thought. J don't now. She felt almost contemptuous of poor Sally, who she was sure had never done anything more than jerked off a few high school boys.
"Yeah? By yourself?" Joanne asked curiously. She was a tall redheaded girl with a boyishly slim figure, her hard young breasts barely lifting the thin cloth of her blouse. She gave herself a last glance in the mirror and looked at Vicky, too.
"No." Vicky grinned a little and walked out of the rest room without a backwards glance, enjoying the consternation of the two girls. That'll fix them, she thought in satisfaction, recalling numerous times that Sally and Joanne had teased her, making vague comments about their dates calculated to what her interest, leaving her curious.
There was a new swing to Vicky's step as she strolled down the hall, drawing admiring glances from guys who had never looked at her before. She coolly regarded them out of the corners of her eyes, thinking how young they seemed. She hugged her secret to herself in delight, reminiscing about her lover as she sauntered down the hallway, her behind twitching.
All day she sat in her classes, wildly eager to get out, scarcely hearing the teachers, ignoring the whispered comments that seemed to follow her. Even when Brant Holiday, the football hero, stopped by her at lunch and said something, she only smiled vaguely. Sally was scandalized.
"Jesus, Kid! What's wrong with you?" she whispered indignantly. "Do you know who that was? What I wouldn't give...."
"He's so young," Vicky said patronizingly, her eyes dreamy.
"Young? He's a senior! What's wrong with you?"
"Maybe I'll tell you sometime," Vicky promised.
"How 'bout now?" Sally demanded.
"Naw. Don't feel like it," Vicky said coolly, beginning to eat her hamburger.
"Well, ya wanta go to the beach again today? My mom can't dig up something else for me to do already."
"Naw. Maybe tommorrow," Vicky answered, remembering how she used to hope for Sally to ask her to go somewhere with her.
Sally sat back, completely flustered. She suddenly felt younger than Vicky, instead of vice versa. Joanne looked at Vicky sharply, then grinned.
"Betcha you got laid," she said confidentially. She smiled at Vicky.
"Joanne!" Sally said, slightly shocked. She looked at her friend. They had had numerous conversations about guys and sex, but Joanne had never been quite that blunt. She narrowed her eyes, wondering if it were true that Joanne ... well ... put out? But that was such an old-fashioned expression ... Sally suddenly felt kind of out of it as she watched Vicky and Joanne exchange knowing glances.
But Vicky didn't answer, just grinned maddeningly and finished her hamburger, then dumped her trash and left the cafeteria. Sally and Joanne sat watching her, Sally's mouth agape, Joanne smiling.
"Yeah. Well, see ya later," Joanne said briefly, looking at Sally and lifting her eyebrows. "Ya gotta date tonight?"
"Yeah. Chad." Sally rolled her eyes in mock ecstasy, hoping suddenly that Joanne thought she and Chad were getting it on.
"I think I'll go to the beach," Joanne said thoughtfully. "See what's going on over there." She looked around the cafeteria, then back at Sally. "Chad's a nice dude," she said disparagingly, then got up and left.
Sally stared. She didn't know what had happened, but something sure as hell had.
Vicky swung down the hall blithely, giggling to herself as she thought of the look of Sally's face and Joanne's silent approval. She could feel her pussy aching between her legs, and she wished suddenly this afternoon weren't so far away. She stopped at her locker, fiddling with the lock, her mind concentrating on her burning cunt.
"Hi, Vicky," a voice said.
Vicky swung around. "Oh, hey, Tommy," she said.
"Wow, you look great," the boy blurted, shifting nervously. He stared at her, and Vicky preened under the sudden hot glow. She looked at the boy closely, watching his Adam's-apple bob as he swallowed.
"Thanks, Tommy," she said softly. She leaned back against her locker, knowing that the movement made her breasts swell invitingly against the thin cloth of her blouse. She waited.
"Uh ... you gotta date Saturday?" Tommy asked.
"WhatVe ya got in mind?" Vicky temporized, her eyes running over the boy, stopping at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
"Aw, gee, the beach or something, y'know." The boy looked at Vicky, his eyes pleading. He gulped. He had never thought Vicky was a far out chick before, but today ... he shifted again, agonizingly aware of the hardening lump in his pants.
"What do you do at the beach?" Vicky asked innocently, moving slightly closer to the boy. Her pussy was really on fire now, itching and twitching with a life of its own, inflamed by the boy's lustful glances and her sure knowledge that she was turning him on.
"Jeez," Tommy said dispairingly. "You know ... smoke a little, get high, y'know...."
"And then what?" Vicky prompted innocently. "I haven't been to the beach much. It sounds like fun."
"Yeah. Well, I'll see ya Saturday?" Tommy posed to flee to the sanctuary of the men's room, where he could relieve the agony at his groin.
"I wouldn't wanta wait 'til Saturday," Vicky said softly, her eyes drifting up to Tommy's face.
He stared at her. "Tonight?" he croaked.
"I wouldn't wanta wait 'til tonight," Vicky said even softer. She was standing very close to him now, her blonde curls brushing his chin. She could hear his heavy breathing.
Jeez, Tommy thought. Her tits are almost touching me. She couldn't mean ... naw." He looked at the sweet face in front of him, then blushed at his thoughts.
"Did you hear me?" Vicky asked sharply, beginning to get impatient. She was wondering what he would do if she grabbed his cock, giggling at the thought of his startled look. She leaned closer, her breasts definitely against him. "I don't wanta wait," she said distinctly.
Tommy was in a state of shock. He had dreamed of girls acting like this, but he had never thought one would ... not to him. Maybe to somebody like Brant Holiday, but not to Tommy Lounds. Especially not Vicky. Why, she was a big prude. Everyone said so. He looked at her doubtfully, breathing in her perfume, his eyes traveling down to her breasts ... her breasts, that were digging into his chest. With a sudden cry, Tommy's hands dropped his books and reached around Vicky's waist, pulling her firmly against him.
Vicky's body jumped at the touch of his, then her arms snaked around him, her torso straining against him. She felt faint with desire. A part of her mind stood apart in amazement at her boldness, but the new, hard voice in her mind urged her onwards. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed his mouth, opening her lips under his.
Tommy needed no more urging. He knew damn good and well it was no dream now. He looked around quickly-the locker room was deserted at this hour. Still ... he grabbed Vicky and propelled her unresisting body down the hall to the broom closet, and pushed her in, closing the door behind him. He reached for her again, his hands meeting bare flesh. He realized she had stripped her jeans off the second she got in the closet. He groaned.
Vicky's fingers groped quickly at Tommy's denims, pulling his penis free quickly. She took the hard length of it in her hand and rubbed it quickly up and down.
Tommy pushed her down on the floor and climbed between her legs, fumbling. His brain was a dark whirl now. He parted her cunt quickly and guided his cock to the hole, pushing forward with all the strength he could muster. To his surprise, the tight hot flesh opened beneath him, and he was engulfed in a wet pulsing glove that pulled at him with a thousand tiny fingers. He grunted like an animal and stroked, then pulled back and stroked again....
Vicky sighed as the young cock entered her cleanly, then lifted her legs and wrapped them around the boy's waist, ready for the steady stroking she remembered from yesterday....
"AAAGGGHHH! I'M COMING!" Tommy groaned. He gave two sharp jabs and convulsed, his sticky seed gushing into Vicky's surprised cunt.
Vicky clamped against him tightly, twisting her hips. But already she could feel his cock softening.
"What the shit ... what're you doing?" she hissed wildly, her pussy aching violently.
"Oh ... I love you, baby, oh, that was great," Tommy murmured pulling out. He stood up. She could hear him zipping up his pants in the dark. "Tonight?"
"Tonight! What about now?" Vicky wailed. "You ... you aren't gonna leave me like this? What ... what's wrong with you?"
Tommy stared at the girl in amazement, his eyes making out that as far as she could see, she was furious. "I said I love you, honey. We can even go steady," he offered uneasily.
"With you? Are you crazy!" Vicky yelled. She stood up, pulling her jeans up. "God, what am I supposed to do? You ... you're a goddamn kid! Grow up!" She slammed out of the closet, leaving Tommy bewildered.
"Hey! Vicky! What about tonight?" he called after her retreating form. Jeez. Chicks, he thought in amazement. Rubs her titties all over me, comes to the closet with me, lets me fuck her, begs me to, and I do and she gets pissed. Tell her I love her and she gets even more pissed. I musta done something wrong. Maybe I did it too fast ... that's crazy ... chicks wanta hear sweet words ... that must be it! I shoulda sweet-talked her more. But what the hell more could she want? I told her J loved her for Christ's sake...." Tommy rubbed his face sheepishly, wondering if he'd ever understand chicks.
Vicky almost ran down the street to the bench she had promised to meet Al at. Her heart was pounding with excitement and she could scarcely breathe. She looked around, half expecting him to be there already, and felt a stab of disappointment. She settled down to wait. "Want a ride?"
She looked up quickly, the eager expectation on her face fading. "No," she said shortly.
Brant Holiday looked at the blonde girl in utter amazement. He had convinced himself that her ignoring of him in school had been due to embarrassment. He wasn't used to being ignored.
"Don'tcha know who I am?" he asked. He leaned farther out of the window of his white Corvette and surveyed her in wonder.
"Yeah. Buzz off."
"You're kidding."
Vicky looked up, her pretty featured contorted with anger. "I mean it. Buzz off. Get lost. Go jump. I'm busy."
Brant just sat there, his hands dangling on the wheel. He had never heard such words from a chick in his whole life. "You must be crazy. I mean...." Suddenly a thought seemed to occur to him. "You aren't scared of me or something? I wouldn't hurt you." He smiled, reassured. That must be it.
"Scared? Of you? Jeezus H. Christ," Vicky said in disgust. "Just go away, man, can'tcha see I don't wanna talk to you?" Then her eyes went past Brant, and lit up. Al was sitting in his car across the street, watching. Vicky got up quickly and walked over to the red Le Sabre without a word to the startled Brant.
"Going my way, mister?" she said softly, opening the door.
"Get in, you dumb cunt," Al said fondly. "Who's the kid?"
"Nobody," Vicky said dismissingly.
"Well, you gotta be more careful. I mean you're so young and all," Al said worriedly, pulling into traffic quickly. He hoped no one saw them. The dangers inherent in the situation suddenly hit him hard. Fourteen. Jesus. He stole a glance at the girl and saw her grinning at him.
"Not too young," Vicky said confidentially. "Huh, Al. And don't worry. No one'll find out. You're my uncle Al, taking me for a ride." She flipped a hand at the window, dismissing the outside world. She surveyed Al with sudden pity, realizing what would happen if they were found out.
She slid across the seat next to him and put her hand innocently on his thigh. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day, Al," she said softly, her hand inching up his thigh. "Don't you want me anymore?"
Al gulped as the young hand fondled his thigh seductively. "God, Ronnie, not here," he gasped.
"I don't think you want me anymore," Vicky said sadly, her fingers playing on the inside of Al's thigh, inching upwards. As she felt the hardening length of his penis under her fingers, she smiled to herself. "Gee, and I want you so much. I want your big thick cock in my cunt. I'm on fire already, just thinking about what you do to me, Al. How I get all hot and wet. Here," she whispered, taking his hand off the steering wheel. "You can feel how hot and wet I am already. For you, Al, all for you."
Vicky took Al's unresisting hand and slipped it between her legs, clamping them together and rubbing against it. She knew he could feel the moisture oozing out of her slit, staining her jeans, coming through the material. Her other hand continued to stroke his thigh, brushing over his penis, which she could feel hard against her fingers now.
"Oh God, baby," Al groaned, his fingers suddenly grabbing at her cunt through her jeans. Vicky glanced at his face quickly and unsnapped her jeans.
"Put your finger in me, Al darling," she said softly.
"I've been thinking about it all day, how it would feel when you put your finger in me. And your cock." She ran her fingers over his prick, feeling its outline under his trousers, tantalizing him.
Al groaned, looking around wildly. He knew it was crazy, insane his hand resting on a hot, dripping cunt, a luscious young girl rubbing his prick through his pants. Anyone could see. His fingers twitched with the sudden mad desire to plunge them deep into that hot twat. He could feel it pulsing under his palm.
Vicky glanced at him. She was hot as a pistol and she didn't particularly care if her mother and the entire Baptist Church youth group drove by.
She wanted something in her cunt. Al seemed paralyzed, although her hand could feel his cock moving under her fingers, begging to be free. Abruptly, she withdrew her hand and placed it on top of his, on her cunt. She could feel the heat rising from her inflamed recesses.
"Finger fuck me, Al. Please. I've gotta have it," she murmured, spreading her legs and forcing his hand inside.
Al jerked his hand away and put it back on the steering wheel. It was a tremendous effort, but he felt proud of his self control. He looked at Vicky sternly, and his mouth dropped open.
Vicky was laughing at him silently. But that wasn't what held his eyes. As soon as he had taken away his hand, she had dropped her jeans around her hips and leaned back against the door, her open cunt facing him. She smiled at him seductively as she fondled her own cunt.
"Then I'll do it, Al. If you don't want to.I'm going to just sit here and jerk myself off, baby, right here in your nice car, right here in front of you, while you watch. But you can't watch, can you, baby? You hafta watch the road. But drive fast, will you, 'cause I want you to do me?"
Vicky leaned back in her seat and thrust her finger into her open cunt, twirling it luxuriously, her eyes fixed on Al. He was staring at her in utter amazement, his face darkening with lust. Dimly, she heard the honking of horns as traffic surged around them, but she was past caring.
"Ooo, it feels soo good, baby," she whispered.
"So wet...." She drew her glistening finger out of her soppy cunt and looked at it, then reached over and touched Al's lips with it.
"God. Where did you learn ... God," Al grunted. His tongue licked out despite himself at the salty taste of cunt. He drove grimly on. He had no idea where to go. If he didn't get there in a hurry, he'd come in his pants. The place at the beaches a good ten miles away....
"Hurry, baby," Vicky murmured, never taking her eyes from Al's congested face. Her head was swimming with a combination of lust and a new feeling of power. She sighed lustfully and dipped her finger into her steamy pussy again, stroking the pink lips gently, spreading the welling moisture over her twat.
Al groaned softly, keeping his hands on the wheel with an effort. His cock was twitching and jumping in his pants. He could hear the slopping sound of Vicky's finger stroking her cunt. Even with his eyes fixed on the road, he could still see the lewd sight of her open twat impressed on his mind's eye.
With a sudden oath, he swung the car into a motel parking lot. He knew it was unwise, even dangerous, to take the girl here, but he couldn't wait.
"Pull your goddamn pants up, you horny little bitch," he growled. "Try to act ... God I don't know how you should act. Just shut up and sit there." He glared at her and jumped out of the car, heading to the office.
Vicky smiled demurely and obeyed, fastening her jeans. She wriggled with excitement. A motel ... all afternoon in a motel ... She rubbed her legs together ecstatically, hoping he'd hurry.
Al tried to still his pounding heart as he strolled into the motel office.
"Double," he snapped. "How much?"
"Twin beds, sir?" asked the clerk, peering at the man. His eyes went past him to the young girl sitting in the car.
"Yeah. My ... uh ... daughter," Al said quickly, feeling an urge to explain Vicky.
"Twenty-one-oh-five," the clerk said, pursing his lips. "Plus tax, that'll be...."
Al ripped a twenty and a five from his wallet and threw it on the counter. He was cooling down slightly, and the situation he was in began to worry him again. Jesus, I must be crazy, he thought.
"Number thirty-five, sir. Around back." The clerk handed Al the key and his change, grinning. Al frowned at the man and turned to leave, willing himself to walk normally. "Check out at eleven! Have a nice time, sir!" Al swung around suspiciously, but the clerk only stared at him blandly.
He slid into the car. Vicky turned to him, her eyes gleaming wetly. .
"Hurry, baby." She grinned at him and put her hand in his lap. Al gunned the car and streaked past the office, hoping to God the clerk wasn't watching.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vicky looked around the motel room, her eyes glancing away from the bed. Now that she was here, she was a little shy. She looked at Al. What was she supposed to do now-rip off her clothes and jump on the bed? She bit her lip, wondering what the proper etiquette was. Suddenly she felt like a scared little girl again, not the wanton who had fingered herself in the car, begging her lover to hurry.
Al felt no such hesitation. This was a scene he was familiar with. He had been with many girls in many motel rooms. He looked at Vicky appraisingly, feeling himself master of the situation again.
"Well, here we are," he said softly. He untied his tie and threw it on a chair, then began calmly unbuttoning his shirt. Vicky stared at him, her face pale, and he remembered how young she was. He crossed over to her and put his arms around her. Her head fit just under his chin.
"Hey, honey, everything's gonna be just great," he murmured, his hands sliding down the girl's back, and over her tight buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks in his big hands rhythmically, feeling her tense body relax against him. Slowly he slid his hand between her legs, rubbing softly.
Vicky leaned into Al's chest, her breasts squashed against him. She could feel his hands rubbing her ass, sliding between her legs, and she sighed and pressed closer.
"Oh, Al, be nice to me," she said softly, encircling him with her arms. She pushed her pelvis against him, feeling the exciting hardening of his cock against her soft stomach. She ran her hands over his back, feeling his muscles under her fingers. She felt him catch his breath as she rubbed against him, and she smiled to herself, feeling a lot better. This was no different than in the car ... the setting was different, but the feeling of his body was the same.
"Yeah, honey baby, I'll be nice to you," Al muttered. He could hardly believe the effect this girl had on him. He felt sixteen again, all hard cock throbbing in need. He groaned and ran his hands over her tight young ass, squeezing the firm flesh beneath her jeans, then pushed her back a little.
"Let me look at you, honey, let me see your beautiful body," the older man whispered. He could hear his own breathing rasping in his ears as he slowly unbuttoned her brief halter top, opening it over her breasts.
"God, they're beautiful. So firm" he said in awe, touching her nipples gently. The pink buds erected obediently under his fingers. He bent his head forward and lipped one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh, massaging the creamy mound of her tit with his fingers. Suddenly, he pressed both of her breasts together and transferred his mouth to the other nipple, then back again, back and forth, teasing the sensitive buds with teeth and tongue.
Vicky moaned. Her knees buckled as flashes of heat radiated out from her nipples, suffusing her body. Her tits felt hot and tight, as if they would burst. She arched her chest up to his sucking mouth, her head tipped back, eyes half closed.
"Yes, yes, suck my titties, Al, darling, lover," she moaned. "Suck them both in, bite them, suck them, they're yours, all yours!"
Al fastened his lips on one turgid nipple and sucked furiously, nibbling, while he freed one hand to wander over the young girl's stomach, down to the waistband of her jeans. Slowly, never releasing the tit in his mouth, he slid the cloth down her hips. Then suddenly he drew back, looking at the lovely nude teenager before him.
"Al! Don't stop. Please," Vicky cried, baffled.
"Hold it, baby, I wanna see ya," Al muttered hoarsely.
He feasted his eyes on the figure before him, greedily looking at the twin mounds of young tit, the tapering waist flaring slightly into slender hips, the triangle of golden curls. "Oh, God, you're lovely. Never wear panties, baby, that really turns me on, knowing you don't wear panties," he muttered.
Vicky smiled seductively. She had been disappointed when Al abandoned her breast, but this was strangely exciting, standing nude before him, his eyes devouring her. She opened her legs slightly and drew her hand slowly down her body, remembering how turned on he had gotten before, watching her play with herself. She ran her fingers through her golden muff consideringly.
"Wanta watch me play with myself, lover?" she cooed.
"Wanta see me finger fuck my cunt?" She spread her legs farther, sliding her hand between her legs, opening her cunt so the man could see the glistening pink shell.
Al stared hungrily, then dropped to his knees with a groan, burying his face in the fragrant puff of hair.
"I'm gonna eat your pussy, darling," he mumbled. He lay back on the floor, pulling the girl with him. "Sit on my face, baby, stick your cunt in my face, and I'll make you happy."
Vicky moaned, sinking to her knees, straddling Al's head. She felt weird. She suppressed a wild urge to giggle at the strange picture they must make-the fully clothed man with the naked girl sprawled over his face. Then the urge to laugh left as she felt his hot breath on her open cunt, sending shivers through her.
"Oooooo," she squealed. "Beautiful! Far out!" She squirmed as she felt his tongue snaking over her distended cunt lips, rasping faintly on the exposed nerves. She looked down along the length of his body and saw his dick tenting out his pants, seeking to be free, and a thought occurred to her. "Would you like me to do you, too? I mean, suck your cock?" Taking his muffled response for affirmative, she bent over eagerly and unzipped his pants, her hand groping inside, freeing his cock.
Al was in a dream, his face pressed into a young, fresh smelling cunt, his nostrils filled with the delightful odor, his tongue beginning to savor the rich tang. And then the wanton girl's hands freeing his cock, grasping it ... He could picture the angry red cock enfoled in her two hands, her white fingers running over the length of it. He moaned softly as he felt her sweet lips touch his cock head, sucking gently, then applied himself to the sweet pussy in his face.
Vicky leaned forward, her lips pursed in an "O". and took Al's dick gently between her teeth, running her tongue over the head, gathering up the drop of clear fluid that seeped from the head. She tasted it consideringly. There was no taste, but she liked the slimy feel of it on her tongue. She lapped around the head and up and down the shaft, giving careful attention to the bumpy nerves under the cap of the cock. She knew he liked that, for he moaned as her tongue rasped over them. She dipped her head, letting the whole length enter her mouth until her nose was buried in his scratchy pubic hairs. She breathed in the rank male scent in delight.
And she could feel his tongue inside her now. The feeling was indescribably fantastic. She shuddered, picturing his tongue searing into her moist pink cavern, and pressed down against his face, trying to force his tongue deeper. It felt like a tiny cock, running in and out of her inflamed pussy, soothing the jangled nerves, then bringing even more sensation from them.
Al hardened his tongue into a point and stabbed in and out of the hot cavem. He could feel the fleshy walls of her vagina quivering as he poked into them. They seemed to close around his tongue, engulfing him in hot wet flesh. He took a deep breath and stuck his tongue in to the utmost, running it around and around her sensitive hole. He was rewarded by her gasp and the flutter of her interior muscles. It was getting wetter inside the girl's pussy now, as her body released the sweet cunt nectar. Al lapped it up as best he could, reveling in the sharp salty-sweet taste, the excess running down his chin.
He could feel her mouth bobbing up and down his prick, sucking it in, and he tensed as he felt her lips reach the base. The balls baby, he thought in agony, wishing he could free his mouth. Feel the balls ... God, she's good ... all the way in ... I can feel her throat...." The older man groaned as his hips involuntarily began fucking upwards, sending his cock slamming into the unseen recesses of her mouth as if it were a cunt. He lashed his tongue into the soppy cunt, drinking the juices thirstily, his hand creeping around and grasping her soaked muff from in front.
Vicky suddenly felt Al's tongue swathe her entire cunt, licking from front to back, as his hand paddled in the soppy marsh of her fur. She tensed, knowing something was happening, but never ceased her hungry slurping at his cock. Her fingers reached around the base, rubbing in his coarse hair, feeling between his legs. She was lying almost full length on him now, her cunt mashed in his face, her face in his groin. She could see her hands on his heavy legs, and the realization that he was still partially clothed added to her fervor. She slid her hands inside his pants and pulled out his balls, swollen with sperm in their wrinkled sac, and played with them carefully, rolling them between her fingers.
Al groaned in delight. He knew he was going to explode any moment. He ran his tongue over Vicky's cunt again, then licked all around the tiny puckered hole of her anus, rimming her asshole. The dark musky taste inflamed him further, and the thrust his tongue inside the tight hot hole, feeling the girl start with surprise, then grind eagerly into his face. He chuckled soundlessly to himself and jammed a finger up her abandoned cunt hole, then two, stretching her. Using tongue and fingers simultaneously, he began to jab into her steadily in the same rhythm he was fucking her mouth with. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He could taste the subtle difference in her cunt, the signal that she was about to come. He increased the tempo of the strokes, willing her to come, to flood his mouth with come.
Vicky gasped and choked slightly. Al's cock seemed to grow in her mouth, filling it completely, as his balls hardened in her-fingers. Somehow she knew that this was the prelude to his orgasm, and she grunted in excitement, remembering the taste of his sperm.
She could feel his tongue in her asshole, sending thrills of pleasure through her, while his finger fucked her steadily to orgasm. Her insides tensed, trembled, and then she was coming. She could feel her belly loosening and convulsing, she could feel the hot wet rush of her fluids as they poured from her womb to be sucked down Al's throat. She shook with the force of her come and blindly sucked at Al's prick, pulling it into her mouth, deep into her throat, sucking with all her might.
Al exploded, his cock pumping out a stream of hot come deep into Vicky's throat. She swallowed spasmodically, her throat muscles milking his cock effectively, then eagerly, gulping down as fast as she could. His dick jumped and pulsed between her lips. She didn't think it would ever stop, and she hoped it wouldn't! She felt she could drink forever from the hot stream, as her own body quivered and pulsed with the effects of her own come.
Finally, both stopped coming, and Vicky collapsed face down on Al, his prick slipping from between her lips. Her body was still convulsing feebly in the aftermath of orgasm, and she smiled in pleasure as she felt his rough tongue gently clean off the last traces of her orgasm, soothing her tingling twat.
Later, they lay on the bed, Vicky's head pillowed on Al's shoulder. His hand was stroking her gently, and she felt the familiar tingle of desire. Her hand crept down his leg, but his cock was still soft. Her fingers closed around it, but he removed her hand gently.
"Later, baby. I've gotta rest," he said softly. "If I were younger...."
"No! I like you the way you are," Vicky said fiercely. But a nagging thought bothered her ... she wished he could stay hard for ever, or at least for a while longer. She had an empty place inside her that needed to be filled. She stirred restlessly.
Al regarded her tenderly. He knew that he had fucked her and sucked her better and with more experience than a younger man, but still he wished ... Suddenly, he had a thought.
"Uh, Ronnie honey?" he began slowly, not knowing exactly how to begin. "How do you like sex so far?" He laughed slightly, knowing it was a silly question. "I mean, well, you'd like more, right?"
"Sure, Al, but I can wait 'til you're ready," Vicky answered, wondering what he was getting at.
"I'm sure a pretty girl like you has a lot of boyfriends?"
Vicky dismissed that with a wave of her hand. "Kids," she said scornfully.
"Well, would you like a lot of boyfriends?" Al frowned slightly. This wasn't going exactly right.
"Oh, no, you're enough," Vicky said earnestly.
"I mean, well, what I mean is ... you're great and all, and I just want you." She looked at him earnestly. She was sitting up now, her breasts hobbling as she nodded emphatically.
"What I mean is, well, I'm your first lover, right?" Not waiting for an answer, Al rushed on. "But maybe you'd like to try another guy. For a change, like?"
Vicky looked at him suspiciously. "You mean you don't want me anymore?" she asked bluntly.
"Jesus Christ no! God, I'd hafta be crazy! You're the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me!" Al waved his hand in excitement. "I just thought that you might like it if, well, if I got another guy to fuck you. I'd like to watch." There, it's out, Al thought unhappily, and I really botched it.
"You wanta watch another guy FUCK me?" Vicky asked incredulously. She had never heard of such a thing. "You're kidding."
"No! I'd really like it-and you would, too, honey," Al said persuasively. "Like right now ... I know you're still horny, and my buddy could be fucking you right now, and I could be watching and when he finished, I'd be ready again, and then I could fuck you." Al's voice grew hoarse as he envisioned the scene.
Vicky looked at the older man consideringly. She knew that it was a perverted idea-she could just imagine telling her friends that she had a boyfriend who watched her fuck another guy and then fucked her himself ... She half closed her eyes.
"Would you really like me to do it?" she asked softly. "I'll do anything you say. Really." If he makes me do it, she thought, it isn't my fault. Like this isn't my fault. He started it. But Vicky was an honest girl, and she forced herself to admit that the idea intrigued her strangely. Two guys ... A slight smile curved her lips.
"Oh yes, please, honey," Al breathed. He reached over and pulled her to him, his cock hardening against her. He was excited at the thought, so excited that he could almost see her gasping and convulsing under another body, then see himself plunging into her steaming hole, filled with another's sperm ... He ran his hands over her body, sliding them between her legs, opening her up almost viciously, entering her almost before he knew what was happening.
Vicky grunted as she felt his cock pierce her, then smiled happily as he began moving against her. If the thought of it does this, the reality should be fantastic, she thought, her hips rising to meet his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Al let Vicky off in front of her house and she strolled in thoughtfully, going over the plan for the next day in her mind. He would pick her up as usual and take her to the beach, where she would pick up an appropriate partner for their orgy. Al would have rented a room in advance and given the key to Vicky. All she had to do was to entice the man to the room and seduce him. Al said he'd give her twenty minutes to get going, and then he'd come in and watch, using the duplicate key he'd have made. Vicky had expressed some doubts at the procedure, wondering if she could get the man, if she could lure him to the room, but Al had soothed all her qualms.
"Jesus, honey, you're a natural. Any guy'd be crazy not to go for you," he had argued. Vicky had demurred some more, wishing that Al would choose one of his friends or something, but he was insistent.
"It'll make it better this way, you'll see," he promised. "Just play the guy like you played me-Jeez, I wish I could watch that part too." He had a strange light in his eyes as he imagined how Vicky'd mess with the guy in the car. "But if he wants to fuck somewhere else, honey, that's what you gotta watch out for," he warned, grabbing her arm and pinching it cruelly. "I don't wanta miss out on this, baby. Don't screw it up."
"I won't, Al!" Vicky cried, trying to free her arm. That hurt! "Jeez! I just wanta do it for you!"
"Yeah. Well, remember that and we'll do fine. I really like you, baby, you're a natural." Al loosed her arm reluctantly.
Vicky smiled at him seductively. "A natural what, Al?"
"Aw, you know." He waved a hand in explanation. "You're taking to this like a duck to water. You're a natural-born whore, baby, and you love it, too." He grinned at her expression and opened the car door for her, patting her fanny as she scrambled out. "Dress pretty tomorrow, baby. And don't wear any panties!"
Vicky grinned at his parting words, preening herself. A natural'born whore, she thought in satisfaction. Just like Aunt Stella. But I won't be dumb enough to let some guy take me and dump me like she did. I'm gonna stay right on top. I know where it's at.
She sauntered into the house, letting the door slam behind her, and mounted the stairs, looking forward to a hot shower and a long nap. She felt pleasantly tired, and she stretched a little.
"Who was that?" a sharp voice queried. Vicky swung around. Her mother was staring at her, hands on hips. "And where'd ya get those ... awful rags you have on?" She marched over to Vicky and took the thin material of her daughter's blouse between her fingers.
Vicky's heart sank. She had forgotten to change back into her school clothes. "Uh ... uh...." she stuttered.
"Answer me!" her mother screamed suddenly, bringing her face close. "You look like a tramp! Answer me!"
"Uh ... building sets for the school play," Vicky improvised rapidly. "Sally lent the clothes to me so I wouldn't get my nice clothes dirty." She paused for breath, looking at her mother. "Leggo of my arm, Mom. That hurts," she whimpered.
"Who was that man who brought you home?" her mother asked inexorably.
"Gee, I dunno, I hitched a ride," Vicky explained without thinking, knowing as soon as the words were out she had made a mistake.
"Hitched a ridet Hitched a ride," her mother said softly. "You ... you...." she gasped, not being able to find words to express her daughter's perfidy. "Don't you know what could happen? Hitched a ride!"
Vicky wasn't fooled by her mother's soft voice. She knew the woman was furious, barely holding her anger in check. Vicky felt an imp of perversity spur her on.
"No, what could happen? Tell me, Momma," she said.
Vicky's mother looked at her daughter sharply, wondering if she had imagined the mockery in her daughter's voice. But Vicky stared back at her calmly.
"You look like a tramp!" the older woman spat suddenly, dropping Vicky's arm. "Go change and ... and give me those rags. I'll bum them, or give them to the garbage man." Her anger was fading, leaving her empty.
Vicky felt a sweet surge of power. Fooled the old bitch, she thought exultingly. I'm not scared of her. Never again. She stared at her mother pityingly, relieved to escape the beating she had been sure was coming, but with a small stinging of disappointment. In a perverted way, she had been looking forward to the first sharp slap across her face ... But this-this feeling of power-was even better. Vicky grinned at her mother and then, turning her back, went upstairs. She had no intention of giving the clothes to her mother. Let her come get them.
Vicky wore her modest skirt and blouse to school the next day, smiling demurely at her mother as she left. She noticed that her mother was staring at her suspiciously, but the older woman said nothing.
"I'm going to buy myself some new clothes today, Mom," she said coolly. "You're right-those were rags. I'm glad they're gone." She smiled serenely at her mother, knowing that the woman had crept into her room while she was alseep and confiscated the garments.
"Whore's clothes," her mother grunted. She looked away from the assured stranger who was her daughter. "Where're you going to get the money for clothes? Not from me-you've got plenty of clothes. Nice clothes."
"I'll get it," Vicky said confidently.
"Whore. Slut," her mother muttered, but under her breath. Her shoulders sagged.
"Yeah. Just like Aunt Stella," Vicky mimicked cruelly. "Well, I'd rather be like her than like you, you vicious old bag!" She spat at her mother disdainfully and ran out of the door before the older woman could regain her temper, amazed at her daring. She laughed in delight. Everything was so easy, once you didn't care about being hurt. She knew that her mother sensed the new facet in her daughter, the one that reveled in pain, and the knowledge had taken all the fun out of punishing the young girl.
Vicky decided to cut classes. She didn't see much sense in school, anyway, and she had a lot to do. She felt in her purse-Al had given her twenty dollars, but she didn't think that was enough for the clothes she wanted. She'd have to rip them off. She'd never stolen anything before, but most of her friends did all the time, and she had no fear of getting caught.
Vicky walked casually into The Hang Out, a boutique she had often wished to go in. Loud rock music blared from the speakers as a clerk came to wait on her. Vicky pawed through a row of dresses disinterestedly.
"Just looking," she said calmly, her heart beginning to beat rapidly.
"Okay. Fitting rooms over there. Tell me if you need some help," the girl said disinterestedly and walked away. Vicky looked after her. The girl was only about eighteen or so, and pretty, but already looked beaten down by clerking. Vicky giggled to herself, picturing her telling the girl of another, better way to earn a living. Because she was sure now what she wanted to do. Why work when there was a world full of men to take care of her? The twenty from Al had filled her with surprise and a little resentment, but after she had thought it over, she had realized what a bounty she had-right between her legs. Just thinking about it made her get hot and tight there, and she rubbed her legs together surreptitiously.
But to business. Vicky shuffled rapidly through a stack of halter tops, chose three, grabbed a pair of jeans from a hanger, and chose a sundress, then went to the dressing room. She was lucky. The attendant wasn't there. She entered a stall quickly and ripped off her skirt and blouse, put on one of the halter tops, folded the jeans and stuffed them in her purse, then replaced her skirt and blouse. She left the dressing room, walked by the counter, dropped the rejected clothes on it, and walked out. No one even blinked. She was amazed at how easy it was.
Next, she entered a drug store, used the restroom, and changed her skirt for her new jeans, leaving the skirt and blouse in the trash can. Buoyed by success, she decided to try a large department store. She wanted a necklace and bracelet, maybe one of those slave bracelets for her bare arm. Whistling between her teeth, Vicky entered White's Department store and headed for the jewelry counter.
Her heart was thudding as she pored over the jewelry. The clerk had wandered away to wait on another customer, but this was harder than the episode at The Hang Out. This had to be in full view. Vicky glanced around under her lashes, edging her purse open, then quickly shifted the chain necklace she had been examining into her purse. She let out her breath and moved on to the bracelets, excitement tingling within. This was almost like sex, she thought happily, squeezing her legs together. Her pussy was itching and burning, and she could feel herself getting moist.
Vicky lifted a bracelet consideringly, trying it on her arm. She looked around again and noticed a man watching her. A thrill of fear shot through her, but she pushed it aside. When she looked back, he was gone, so she shrugged and quickly slipped the bracelet into her purse, turned and left. She felt a sudden urge to get outside, and fast.
"Just a minute, Miss," a voice stopped her.
Vicky turned, her heart in her mouth. The man who had been watching her! She essayed a smile, changed it quickly to a frown, and walked on. A hand grabbed her arm above the elbow.
"Let go of my arm," she hissed furiously. "Or I'll scream."
"So scream," the man said placidly. "You'll come with me to the office, Miss."
"I haven't done anything! Let me go!" Vicky jiggled her arm furiously, found it held tight, and decided to change her tactics. She smiled at the man meltingly. "Please."
The detective looked down at the girl consideringly. He had seen her take the necklace and bracelet. It had been a clumsy theft, and he figured it was her first time. But still....
Vicky looked into the man's face, parting her lips slightly and letting them tremble. "Don't arrest me. I couldn't help it," she said softly. "I'll pay for it. I have money. Please, sir."
He looked at her. He was a short, stocky man, about forty. That 'sir' kinda got to him. Not many people called him sir. He fixed his face in stern lines, glaring at the girl. She was young enough to be his daughter, and he wouldn't want his daughter acting like this. He'd put a scare into her, and maybe that would stop her. No need to give her a record.
"That won't do, Miss," he said sternly. "You'll have to come with me." He began propelling her gently across the floor.
Vicky thought rapidly. She was terrified. If she got arrested, her mother could send her to a juvenile home ... and that meant no more Al, no more screwing....
"Wait," she whispered violently. "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just please, don't arrest me." She brought her free hand to her throat and let it drop slowly over her breasts, as if by accident.
The detective stopped stock still, staring at the girl, wondering if he was imagining things. But no, her hand was now definitely running over her breast, molding the cloth over the pulsing mound. He looked around quickly. The store was almost deserted, but a few clerks were watching interestedly.
"Come on. Ain't got all day," he said roughly. "We'll talk about it." He propelled the girl through a door marked "Employees Only" and down a hallway to his office door. He opened it and pushed her in roughly, locking the door behind them. "Okay, talk."
Vicky looked at him nervously. She walked around the room slowly, knowing his eyes were following her every move. "I've never done anything like this before," she confided.
"Like what? Ripping stuff off? Well, it'll only be a misdemeanor. That shit ain't worth ten bucks," he said consolingly. He watched the girl narrowly, enjoying her discomfort. "How old're you, sixteen? You better watch it. You're gonna end up in jail if you keep it up."
Vicky looked at the man desperately. "I said ... out there ... I said I'd do anything if you didn't arrest me." She wet her lips. "I mean it. I'll do anything you want."
"Like what?" the man asked, feigning disinterest. Hurry up. I ain't got all day."
"Will you let me go? If I ... do what you want?"
"Haven't told ya what I want yet," the man said coolly. He ran his eyes over her body appraisingly. "Suppose you give me a few suggestions and I'll let you know."
Vicky swallowed. He was making it so difficult. She took a deep breath and tried to smile at him seductively. She stepped closer to him, looking straight at his eyes, then dropped her gaze to his crotch. What if he didn't want her ... or worse, what if he didn't even understand what she was talking about? Vicky wondered what the penalty was for propositioning a store detective and felt suddenly faint.
"Suck it? You know ... would you like that?" she jerked out desperately, the words torn from her. She flinched at the look in his eyes.
"Suck it. You mean, you wanta suck my prick? Is that it, baby? I'm supposed to let you off if you give me a blow job?" he grabbed the girl's face under the chin and tilted her bead back.
"Or ... fuck me ... anything you want. Anyway you want it," Vicky breathed. "I'll do you really good ... you'll like it. I suck cock real good."
"So suck it. Maybe I'll let you off if it's good," the man sneered. His face was hard as he stared at the girl. He couldn't even remember his earlier tender feelings for her. She was a whore, like all women. He decided he'd arrest her, anyway, but he may as well get a free blow job. "Hurry up. I'm a busy man," he said.
Vicky breathed a sigh of relief. She had recognized the sudden hot light in the man's eyes. It had given her confidence. Smiling, she reached for his zipper.
"Oh, it's a big one," she murmured as his cock sprang free. Already half hard, it trembled before her. She ran her fingers over it slowly. "I'm gonna like this," she confided, looking up at the man impishly. She sank to her knees in front of him.
"Wait a minute. Come over here, honey," the detective said. He walked over to his chair and sat down, his cock bobbing in front of him. "There. That's more comfortable." He ran his hand over the girl's face possessively, then pulled her halter off roughly. "Didya steal that, too?" he asked, cupping her breasts in his hands.
"Yeah," Vicky admitted. She reached for the man's penis again and stroked it slowly, gripping the base and running her fingers up and down. The thick shaft swelled in her fingers and she felt her pussy grow moist with anticipation. She licked her lips eagerly. Maybe if she did him good, he'd fuck her, too.
"You got nice tits," the man said approvingly, squeezing her breasts in his fingers. He chuckled deep in his throat as the nipples erected in his palms. "Like that, huh?"
"Yes, sir, I really do," Vicky answered softly. "I love to have someone play with my titties." She bent forward and took the tip of his penis between her lips, sucking in gently, running her tongue around the head. "Mmmmm, tastes good," she mumbled, then dipped her head down, letting the hardening cock slide down her throat like Al had taught her.
The man gasped. "Oh, honey. That's good," he muttered, his hands massaging her breasts harder. "Real good." He leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide, and watched the girl. She knelt between his thighs, her blonde curly head bent into his crotch. He could feel her avid mouth working on his penis, her lips nibbling up and down the shaft as her head bobbed up and down. He felt his cock lengthening and swelling, pressing into the soft inner cheeks of her mouth, battering against her throat.
Vicky worked quickly, sliding up and down the man's rod with smooth strokes. She tightened her lips, forming her mouth into a firm oval to apply more pressure.
"That's it. Harder, baby. Suck harder. Use your teeth," the man commanded. His hands were in her hair now, tangled among the curls, pushing her face into his crotch.
Vicky inhaled the rank odor of his sweaty groin as her nose pressed into his pubic hair. It was rough and scratchy, making her want to sneeze suddenly. She swallowed the impulse and continued, sucking urgently. She wanted the sudden release of his sperm rushing into her throat. She could almost taste the salty tang already. Vicky shivered voluptuously, and reached one hand into the man's pants, fondling his balls, playing with them. They were big and squishy, rolling freely in their wrinkled sac, but already she could feel them hardening in her fingers. Excitedly, she sucked harder.
"Oh yeah, play with my balls. Thataway, baby. You're a real good little whore, yuh know that? Really fine, you beautiful little cocksucking slut," the man crooned. "Suck my cock, play with my balls, use your teeth, baby ... Take it all, sugar, take my whole cock in your sweet little mouth!" He fucked upward brutally, shoving his whole cock into her throat, his hips moving rapidly as he approached climax.
The store detective could feel his balls tightening under the girl's manipulations, and he knew he wasn't far from orgasm. He could smell the odor of his sweat, sharp in the air, and the musky smell of sex. He looked at the girl's face lovingly as she sucked his prick, her cheeks ballooning with cock as she munched down, then caving in as she sucked in on the upstroke.
"Uh. Uh ... Uh...." he grunted in rhythm with her strokes. The whole room was growing dim as a lust induced haze filmed his eyes.
"SUCK IT! HERE IT COMES, BABY! HOT SPERM ... I'M GONNA COME IN YOUR COCKSUCKING MOUTH ... ALL DOWN YOUR THROAT ... AAAHHHHAAAHHH ... AAAHHH ... I'M COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" he cried wildly, gripping her head and holding it tight at his crotch as he slammed upward into her face, throat-fucking wildly with short fierce jabs as he filled her mouth with semen.
Vicky choked and gagged, then swallowed, swallowed again, her mouth filled with sticky fluid, her lips tight with the effort not to let any escape. She was trembling with desire herself, her lust aroused by the hot taste of the strange man's semen. She moaned deep in her throat and drank deep from the spurting fountain of his cock.
Finally the man sank back in the chair, looking at the girl under lower lids. She was licking him off thoroughly, tenderly cleaning every drop of seed from his cock and matted pubic hairs. She looked up at him and smiled, licking the last traces of his jizz from her glistening lips.
"It tastes real good, huh, honey?" the man asked lazily, pulling the girl to her feet.
Vicky blushed slightly. "I love it," she said softly.
"I just bet you do. Come here, honey." He pulled her onto his lap, settling her on his knee.
"Was it good?" she asked innocently. "Did I suck you off good?"
The detective felt a small jolt of excitement at the girl's words. She looked so innocent ... so young and innocent, sitting there on his knee, her clear eyes regarding him trustingly, her chin smeared with his cock juice.
"Pretty good," he admitted. "Not bad at all." He began toying with one of her bare breasts again, rubbing the nipple expertly.
Vicky squirmed on the man's lap. Her pussy felt tight and hot, and she wished he would do something about it. She stole a look at him and noticed that his eyes were fixed on her breasts as he cupped them in his hands. She smiled slightly and wriggled, knowing from his face that he wasn't through with her yet.
"I bet you know how to treat a girl real good, mister," she said softly, running her hand down his chest. She shifted her weight so that her buttocks pressed against his limp penis, and was excited to feel a tiny spark of life there.
"Would ya like me to suck your titties for you?" the man asked casually, flipping the nipples with his thumbs. "If ya ask me nice I'll do it ... if you're real nice to me I might even give you another chance ... to convince me not to arrest you," he continued.
Vicky wriggled. "Oh yes, please, sir, suck my titties," she cried softly. She was beginning to catch on now ... he wanted her to beg. Okay, so she'd beg. She didn't care-as long as it got his cock hard enough to fuck her.
The man lowered his head and began mouthing her tits noisily, drawing them into his mouth with hungry motions. Vicky sighed. He wasn't as deft as Al, but it felt good. She could feel little tendrils of flame snaking through her breast, joining the hot knot of warmth in her belly.
"Ooooo. Suck my titties," she moaned, giving herself up to pleasure. She could feel his penis enlarging under her ass and she ground against him encouragingly. "Suck my tits and please, please ringer fuck me a little. Please, sir. Put your finger in my cunt ... it's so hot ... I'm gonna die, it's so hot for you ... oooooo"
The man ran his tongue over the entire surface of the young girl's breast, wetting it with his saliva. His cock was hardening again, he could feel it pressing up against the girl's denim-covered ass. He reached down and jerked her jeans open impatiently, sliding a thick finger inside. She was wet. He roughly parted the lips of her cunt and jammed his forefinger inside, up to the knuckle, grinding into her cruelly.
Vicky gave a little cry and tensed as the man's' finger jabbed into her soft inner recesses, then wriggled so that it slid ah the way in. She was about to faint with excitement. She looked down at the dark head suckling at her breast, at her half open jeans with the brown hand groping inside and shivered in excitement, the events of the entire day rushing together to make her tremble on the verge of orgasm.
"Oh yes, I love it! Finger fuck my cunt! I'm going to come all over your hand," she promised, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Jerk me off, mister, I love it! Your finger in my cunt ... I'm so wet ... OOOHHHHHH I LOOOVE IT! don't STOP! DON'T EVER STOP! JAM IT IN THERE! HARDER!! I'M CCOOMMINNNGGG!"
The man felt the girl's vaginal walls begin to clamp on his finger, and he roughly shoved another finger inside. He used the two fingers like a cock, fucking her brutally with his strong wrist. His teeth closed on her nipple and he bit down hard enough to draw blood, hearing her squeal of pain and pleasure with savage lust. Her juices were drenching his hand now, running down his sleeve. His cock was fully erect, pressing urgently into her ass, and with a savage oath he suddenly hauled her upright and ripped her jeans from her, then pulled her back down.
"Sit on it, bitch! That's what you want! My cock up your greasy little cunt! Sit on my prick and fuck me, slut!" he grunted, pulling her down onto him. His cock stuck straight up in the air as he guided her onto it. "Open your twat and sit on it!"
Vicky was shivering in a suspended orgasm. Her insides were convulsing, her knees trembling as the man stripped her. She scarcely knew what was happening, but as she felt the huge head of his prick at the entrance to her vagina, she gave a gasp of delight.
"OOOOhh yesss, fuck me, please, sir," she groaned, opening her legs. She shook with lust, feeling the head of his dick enter her well-lubricated aperture. She was on the brink of a mind-bending orgasm. She could feel it coiled inside her like a python, ready to strike.
The purple throbbing hard-on slid between the lips of her vagina and into the hot, wet canal. He groaned with delight as he felt the tightness of her young pussy clutch at him, and stroked up as he pulled her down, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
"Goddamn! Your cunt's the tightest, hottest thing I ever felt," he muttered. "Beautiful young pussy ... God, it's good! Now fuck me, baby, show me how good you can fuck!"
Vicky braced her feet on the floor and began to rise and fall on the man's cock. She could feel it inside her, filling her to the brim. Her vagina stretched around it, grabbing at it with all its muscles. She was vibrating like a taut bowstring, her legs shaking with spasms. Every so often, a small orgasm would engulf her, and she would pause in her steady up-and-down strokes to shiver spasmodically. She loved it this way-she could gauge exactly what strokes she wanted to set her off.
"OHHHH! YOUR COCK'S SO BIG! IT'S FILLING MY CUNT!" she cried, oblivious to everything but her driving need. She moved faster now, striving towards a big orgasm that would satisfy the hot craving in her belly. Her insides were liquid fire, her cunt dripping juices onto the man's cock and balls.
"That's it, BABY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HOT LITTLE PUSSY! YOU'RE SO WET! GODDAMN ... FUCK ME!" the detective cried hoarsely. He gripped the girl firmly around the waist and raised and lowered her rapidly. His own hips fucked upwards in a steady, pile driving rhythm, sending his cock slicing into her red, meaty cunt like a knife into butter.
Vicky tensed. She could feel a tremendous orgasm coming on-she could feel it starting at the base of her skull and traveling down, meeting the hot glow in her guts and engulfing her....
"HIT ME! SLAP ME! HURT ME!" she suddenly screamed in a harsh voice. "PLEASE! HIT ME! I'M A WHORE! SLUT!! HIT ME!"
The detective didn't stop fucking for an instant. He had run into a lot of crazy broads before, and he knew that people got off in different ways. He raised his powerful hand and smacked the young girl hard across her pretty face, back and forth, her head snapping under the force of his blows.
As the man hit her the first time, Vicky felt something break deep inside her, and then she was coming, coming with an insane force that almost knocked her off the man's lap! She convulsed wildly, her body flailing as the tidal wave of orgasm swept through her, making every muscle in her body spasm and jump. Her skin felt raw, every nerve exposed to the electric thrills racing through her.
"WHORE! SLUT!! TAKE THAT!! AND THAT! CUNT! BITCH!! FILTHY WHORE!" the man shouted, raining blows on the girl's ecstatic face. "I'M COMING IN YOUR FILTHY LITTLE TWAT! WHORE! YOU LOVE IT! I'M GONNA KILLL YYOOOOUUUU!!!"
At the last hoarse scream, his prick jumped inside her, spurting great gobbets of white hot seed into her grasping recesses. He felt her cunt close around him in a stranglehold, squeezing his spewing cock until he felt like he was going to faint. He had never felt anything like it! He screamed again, slapping the girl again and again, his prick buried deep inside her, filling her with come.
Vicky felt the final stages of orgasm wash through her, leaving her limp and shaken. She could still feel the man's cock inside her, spurting forth the last drops of fluid. She felt full and content as she relaxed against him.
"That was great," she whispered softly. "You're a fantastic lover."
The detective was trembling. He felt completely drained. He couldn't remember the last time he had come like that.
"Jesus, kid, you're great," he gasped. "What a cunt! You could make a fortune. How old didya say you were?"
"Fourteen," Vicky said dreamily, her head pillowed on the man's chest. She closed her legs tightly, unwilling to let the semen run out. She sighed. She felt great.
"Fourteen?" the detective croaked. He looked around nervously, as if suddenly expecting someone to pop out. "You're kidding. Oh, God!" He looked at the girl in despair.
Vicky looked at the man in amazement. "What's wrong? I'm plenty old enough," she said.
"Yeah. Plenty old enough. Jesus Christ. Here ... get dressed, kid. We'll forget about it ... just don't rip anything else off, huh?"
Vicky stood up, hurt. "Well, if that's the way you want it," she said, miffed.
"Jesus, kid, you're the greatest, really. But fourteen-I thought you were sixteen, that's bad enough, but fourteen, in this state-they'd have my ass for good," he explained. "So we've got a secret now, huh? You won't tell and I wont tell, and everything's great."
"I wasn't gonna tell anybody," Vicky said. She resolved from now on to keep her age a secret. Al had been upset, too, though not like this man. She looked at him pityingly-he was almost pushing her out the door. It was a real shame-she'd have liked to fuck him again.
As if reading her mind, the man grinned. "Yeah, baby, I would, too, but I gotta wife and kids to think of. And a fourteen year old kid...."
Didn't think about your wife before, Vicky thought sarcastically. Out loud, she said coolly, "Well, I guess I can keep my bracelet and necklace, huh? And maybe pick up a coupla more things on the way out? Or maybe I'll be in tomorrow. See ya around, man. Enjoyed it." She sauntered out, grinning at the man. She was thoroughly pleased-she had had a great fuck and had turned the tables neatly. Life was fun.
CHAPTER SIX
Vicky was still excited and warm from her encounter with the store detective as she sat on the bench waiting for Al. She pressed her legs together. Her pussy still felt full of semen. She sighed, a thrill of pleasure going through her at the thought of meeting Al with another man's semen in her. And then going out and picking up another man and fucking him in front of Al-Vicky shivered with lust. She couldn't imagine that only a few days ago she had been an innocent young girl who had never even had a guy touch her pussy. She suddenly regretted all the time she had wasted being good. Sure, she was only fourteen, but she'd bet some chicks started even younger! Well, at least she had wised up now. She smiled, feeling very grown up as she waited for her lover with another man's sperm sticky inside her.
Al pulled up, smiling at Vicky. "Ready?"
"You bet," she said cheerfully, climbing in the seat beside him.
"Now this's going to be real simple, honey," Al began.
"Leave it to me," Vicky said brazenly. Al looked at her. "Gimme the key. Okay, lover, you want some action on the way?"
Al stared at her in amazement. He could simply not believe that this girl had been a virgin only a few days ago. He had never seen anything like it. He trembled with her nearness-she seemed to exude a smell of raw sex, almost as if she'd been fucking....
"What've you been doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"Shopping," Vicky said innocently, sending him a sideways look. Somehow, she had a feeling he wouldn't be exactly thrilled about the store detective. She slid over beside him and laid her hand in his lap suggestively. "Thinking about you ... and your big cock," she murmured sexily. "You been thinking about me a little?"
Al didn't want to admit that he'd thought of nothing except her golden beauty since yesterday. He shook his head slightly. He was really getting hooked. "Oh, sure, hon, all the time," he said smoothly, caressing her absently, hoping she couldn't feel the trembling in his hand. God, she was so young....
Vicky massaged his prick through his pants slowly. Her breathing quickened. "Tell me again what you want me to do, Al. With the guy and all." Her fingers deftly slipped into his trousers, fondling him.
"God," Al whispered under his breath. "You crazy little cunt. Well, just pick up a guy ... you know, lead him on a little, flirt with him, show him how pretty you're made. That shouldn't be much trouble. And ... when you get him going good, you know, suggest to him that he take you for a ride...."
"Yeah, I know all that," Vicky said impatiently. "But tell me what you want me to do with him. In the car. You want me to play with his prick, like this," she stroked his thickening penis softly, "or maybe you want me to play with myself, get him all hot and bothered like you were yesterday?" She laughed softly to herself. "Tell me, Al. I like to hear you talk dirty." She leaned back and closed her eyes, her hand softly caressing him. "God, I can see it now, the three of us, fucking...." her voice trailed off and Al groaned.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," he said feverishly. "Play with his cock, just like you're doing with mine. Get him so hot he can't stand it ... maybe bend over and lick him a little, just a little, let your lips slide over his dick ... then take his hand and put it on you, you know, on your tits, and under your blouse, and then, real slow like, unzip your jeans and put his hand on your pussy, let him feel how hot you are, how wet, how much you wanta fuck him, and talk to him and tell him what you're gonna do to him, tell him how you're gonna fuck him and suck him and eat his come, swallow all his hot sperm, and rub his hand in your pussy until its all wet with your cunt juice and then put his finger in your mouth and suck it off, tasting your own pussy juice, and then in his mouth...."
As Al was talking, murmuring in a low voice, Vicky bent her head, following his whispered word picture, following his instructions, taking his cock in her mouth. It was huge with lust, jumping and pulsing in her mouth as she sucked it eagerly.
"GOD! I'm going crazy," Al whispered. "Crazy with lust. God. I'm gonna come. Now." He spoke softly, tensely, almost with wonder, as he felt his sperm boiling inside him. He gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to focus on the road, as Vicky's insistent mouth pulled at his prick. The combination of the girl's mouth and his image of her doing the same thing to a strange man in just a few minutes was too much for him, and his body convulsed violently, sending his cock hard into Vicky's throat. She sucked violently, and at the same moment he came. It felt like something hit him in the back of his head. Stars danced in front of his eyes, momentarily obscuring the road, as he spurted into Vicky's mouth. He gripped the wheel hard, his hips pumping violently as he sobbed in anguish.
"GOD! UUUUUUHHHHHH! I'M COMING! SUCK ME!! EAT ME!" he cried. He could feel the sperm flowing out of his balls into the long vein of his dick, then bursting into Vicky's mouth. He knew dimly that they might run off the road and be killed at any minute, and he didn't care. His whole being was concentrated on the pounding, driving urge in his loins.
Finally, his vision cleared. Vicky lifted her head, her lips sticky with sperm. She licked them daintily.
"Like that?" she asked sweetly.
"Jesus, you crazy cunt, not while he's driving ... I mean while I'm driving ... Oh, Christ! Not while anyone's driving! You're crazy!" He shouted, his relief that they were okay making his voice ragged. He closed his eyes briefly.
"Well, okay, I thought you said to do it," Vicky said demurely. "But I won't do it again. I promise." She folded her hands in her lap and smiled to herself. She felt all shivery. She wondered dreamily what the cops would say if they found a wrecked car with a girl giving a man a blow job....
Vicky bounced out of the car without a backward look. She felt pleasantly excited from her recent exertions and her anticipation. She ran her tongue around her lips, smiling secretly as she tasted the lingering traces of Al's sperm. She headed for the boardwalk confidently, wondering why she had felt so shy of going to the beach alone a few days ago.
"Hey, chick, wait for me!" a voice called out. Vicky slanted her eyes sideways but kept walking, an extra bounce in her step. Too young, she decided, not wanting to get mixed with any kid who'd leave her hanging. She tossed her head and strolled on, swaying her hips luxuriously.
"Wow, lookit that, man! Some action," a long-haired young man commented to his companion. Vicky hesitated-this guy was twenty or so, maybe old enough ... But he had a surfboard, and a buddy, and she didn't think Al would particularly appreciate two guys! Not the first time anyhow. Besides, young guys never had any bread, and Vicky had decided to make a little money out of her pleasure.
The young girl paused at the doorway of a dark bar. She knew the pickings would be good there, but she was underage, and she'd probably just get thrown out. She lingered hopefully at the entrance for a few minutes, looking around as if she were waiting for someone.
A man approached. Vicky's blue eyes swept over him quickly-tall, dark hair turning gray, fairly slim body, slight paunch, blue slacks and sport shirt ... She took a deep breath and moved in front of him.
"Excuse, me, please sir," she began in her best little girl voice. "But could you please do me a favor? I'm waiting for my uncle ... I think he's inside the bar. Could you check for me? His name's Al, Al Johnson." She fixed her eyes on the man's face and was pleased to notice the immediate interest.
"Uncle, huh? Sure, little lady, I'll check it out for you." The man disappeared inside for a moment, then returned. "Nope. Not there."
Vicky allowed her lower lip to tremble slightly.
"Oh, dear. And I was sure he said here. Are there any more bars on this street?" She sucked in her breath, causing her tits to rise on her chest, the nipples straining against the thin fabric.
"Yeah, plenty of 'em." The man regarded her with ill-disguised interest. "But you can't go in them, can you?"
"No sir, I'm only sixteen," Vicky lied guilelessly. "But maybe I'll find some other gentleman to ask for me." She lowered her eyes demurely, seemingly unaware of the man's gaze.
"I better go with you," the man offered suddenly, with an air of burning his bridges. "A sweet thing like you shouldn't be wandering around by herself."
Vicky beamed at him radiantly. "Oh, that would be super! I'm so glad I stopped you! I just knew you were a real nice guy, I could just tell." She put her hand on his arm confidingly.
"Oh, yeah, just ask anybody what a nice guy I am," the man muttered, looking down at the girl who had attached herself to him.
"My name's Ronnie," Vicky said blithely. "What's yours?"
"Joe," he replied. "Now, about your Uncle Al ... where did he say to meet him? And what's he look like, so's I can recognize him."
"Oh, I'm not really supposed to meet him, exactly," Vicky said calmly. "I just thought he might be here, in one of the bars. He usually is. And he's dark, not as tall as you, and kinda fat ... not like you." She sent him a look under her long lashes and the man started slightly.
"Well, do you wanta look for him or not?" Joe asked reasonably.
"Sure, may as well. Don't have anything else to do," Vicky said softly. She was pressing close against the man's arm, mashing her soft breasts against him. She knew he could feel them ... his arm muscles were tightening.
"Don't tell me that! Surely a pretty girl like you has lots of boyfriends."
Vicky wondered why all the men she met seemed so interested in her boyfriends. She shrugged slightly, the movement rubbing her breast against the man's arms. "Some. They're all so ... childish. You know. They aren't really interesting to talk to or anything." She glanced up, putting every ounce of sex she could command in her glance, then swiftly lowered her gaze again. She smiled dreamily to herself, a knot of warmth growing in her belly as she wondered how long it would take him to get to the point.
Joe looked at the girl in wonder. "How old did you say you were?"
"Sixteen," Vicky said blandly. "Ooooo, lookit that darling bikini." She stopped in front of a store window, staring raptly at a yellow bikini in the window. "Wow, I wish I had that," she said wistfully. "Do ya think it'd look good on me?"
Joe ran his eyes over the girl appraisingly. "Yeah, it'd look great and you know it," he said, laughing softly. "Okay, honey, do you really want it? Or would you rather go for a nice ride somewhere?"
Vicky stared into the window a moment. "Twenty-five dollars," she said musingly. "Maybe I could come back and get it later ... after our ride? I just love to go for rides," she said enthusiastically, rubbing against the man's arm like a kitten.
"Right this way, little lady," Joe said, stepping back and ushering her in front of him. His heart was pounding in his ears as he led the girl to his car. He couldn't believe his luck. He put his arm around the girl's shoulders tentatively, still unbelieving, and she snuggled against him quickly.
"What kinda car do you have, Joe?" she asked softly. "I sure hope it doesn't have bucket seats."
Joe's hand clamped firmly on her breast, cupping it as they walked. He could feel the nipple stabbing into his palm, and his crotch tightened. "Yeah, it does, baby. But...."
"That's okay." Vicky gave a small sigh of relief. This would make it easier. No man would want to grapple in bucket seats if he could have a bed. She wriggled her body, settling her tit firmly in his hand, banishing any last doubts he may have had. "I've gotta place."
Joe stopped at a small red sports car and opened the door. Vicky slid in, looking around her in mock dismay. "Boy! Am I glad I do," she said, picturing the two of them trying to fuck in this car.
"Do you live alone?" the man asked curiously. He slid in beside her and started the engine.
"No, with my Mom," Vicky said, laughing gaily at the look of horror on his face. "Don't worry about her. We're not going there." She slid down in the seat, facing him, a sexy smile on her young face.
"How do you like it, Joe? Tell me how you like it," she whispered suddenly. She reached over and put her hand on his leg, kneading his muscles. "Do you like to be sucked first and then fuck, or do you like just a good, old-fashioned screw?"
The man was startled despite his assurance that the girl was a teenage hooker. The words sounded incongruous coming from her mouth. He felt a stab of excitement as Vicky continued dreamily, her hand slowly massaging his leg.
"I can't wait till I see your cock. I bet its big, isn't it? I just love a big juicy cock, in my mouth. I love to suck cock, Joe, I really do, and I love the way it tastes when the come spurts out ... OOO, I get all wet just thinking about it. Would you like to feel how wet I am? My pussy's sopping wet," she confided, dipping her free hands into her jeans and bringing it out, sniffing at her fingers appreciatively. "Would you like to eat me out, Joe? Eat my soppy wet pussy? I betcha you'll love the way it tastes."
Joe had a whopping hard-on straining in his trousers. He couldn't believe how turned on he was getting, just listening to the girl's musical voice describing obscenities. He groaned slightly as she waved her damp fingers under his nose. She was right-he could smell the acrid odor of wet pussy wafting from her hand.
"Jesus, honey, we better get where we're going fast," he grunted. He could feel his prick jerking in anguish, pushing against the material of his trousers. "I'm going to come in my pants in a minute."
"Don't waste it," Vicky advised, cupping her hand briefly on his hard-on. "I want it inside me ... my mouth or my pussy. I wanta feel it inside me."
"Yeah. Me, too," Joe grated. "WHERE THE SHIT ARE WE GOING? You said you had a place...."
"Turn here," Vicky said sharply. She pointed at a sign.
"TRAVELER'S REST MOTEL!" Joe shouted unbelievingly. "I can't go in a motel office like this!"
"It's been done," Vicky giggled, eying him impishly. "But just drive around back ... number thirty seven. I gotta key." She rummaged in her purse and dug out the key, handing it to the man.
He stared at her in utter amazement. "You got it all planned, don'tcha?" he muttered, feeling slightly uneasy. But, hell, she looked okay, not like a set up, and besides, he had to have her or bust. He slammed the car to a stop and wrenched open the door. "Okay, hurry up."
Vicky climbed slowly out of the car, bending over to allow him a tantilizing view of her rounded breasts. "What's the hurry, honey," she murmured softly as he fit the key into the lock.
"Goddamn," Joe muttered, jamming the lock. His hand was trembling so that he could hardly open the door. Finally it swung open. "You first," he said in a final burst of caution.
Vicky threw him a scornful glance and strolled into the room. "Just us," she said coolly. She backed up against the bed, slightly put out at his attitude. "If you don't wanta come in, don't." Her young voice was hard suddenly.
Joe slammed the door behind him, crossing to the girl, pushing her down on the bed with one hand. "Open up," he said sharply. "I can't wait any longer." He ripped her jeans down her legs roughly. Vicky scrambled away from him, laughing.
"All hot and bothered, aren't you?" she giggled. She lay back languidly, stroking herself in front of him. "Take a good look, lover, 'cause I'm ready for you. Hot and ready." She ran a finger inside her, drawing it out again slowly.
Joe grunted, his hand on the fly of his trousers. As he pulled off his pants quickly, his eyes were fixed on the luscious sight of the teenaged girl playing with her wet pussy. He climbed on the bed beside her, reaching, and she slid away, tantalizingly out of reach.
"Bitch," he swore softly. He jumped her quickly, pinioning her arms to the bed, opening her legs with his knee. Vicky looked up at him, her tongue running over her pink lips.
"Want me to fight ya, lover? Is that how you like it?" she asked softly, pushing at him playfully.
Joe ignored the girl. His penis was huge and swollen now, throbbing painfully. He reached down and opened her cunt with his fingers, brought his cock head to the entrance, and, with a sudden sharp jab of his hips, sliced cleanly into her yielding flesh.
"OOOOOO!" Vicky squealed. "Big! Love it! Big cock!" She slammed her lithe young hips upwards, meeting his stroke eagerly. Her cunt gave before the hard onslaught, quivering wet membranes parting to the invading penis.
Joe tried to get a grip on himself, but he was too far gone. His body took over, his hips writhing furiously as he pounded into the trembling young pussy, cleaving the wet flesh under his powerful strokes. His head was swimming, and he felt an insistent dull pounding at the base of his brain as he slammed into her, all thought gone but to come, to fill her with his sperm.
Vicky lifted eagerly under him, matching his rhythm, her legs wrapped around his waist, her buttocks bouncing with the fury of the onslaught. She had been keyed to a fever pitch all day, and she barely needed a touch to set her off.
"OOOHHH! FUCK ME!! FUCK MY PUSSY! OOOHHHHHH!!!
"MOVE YOUR ASS! FUCK ME, HONEY! COME ON AND SHOW ME HOW YOU CAN FUCK!" Joe answered furiously. He reached out and grabbed her jouncing tits, twisting them furiously, relishing her squeal of pain. "COME ON! COME FOR ME! COME ON, YOU HOT CUNT!
COME FOR ME!"
Vicky did. She had been on the verge of orgasm since she left Al, and the first stab of Joe's big cock had sent her flying. Her lithe young body flopped like a fish as spasms shook her, boiling up from her cunt throughout her body. She screamed in lust as she shivered from one orgasm to another.
Joe grunted as he felt the tight sheath of her pussy convulse around his cock, squeezing it tight. He thrust in and out of the wet marshy swamp, hitting bottom on each stroke, hearing her grunt each time he did. His head whirled as he felt his balls lift and tighten, presaging orgasm.
"HOLD ON, HERE IT COMES! GET READY! I'M COMING! ALL OVER YOUR TWAT! HOLD ON, BITCH, HERE IT COMES!" Joe screamed in a high pitched wail as his guts tore open and sent a flood of sticky fluid boiling from the end of his cock, splashing into the girl's cunt. He gave a few short quick jabs, then one last deep stroke, his balls emptying quickly into her.
Vicky felt the sudden hot rush of semen. It gushed out of the man's thick cock, splashing into her hot vagina, sticking to the walls of her cunt like hot grease. She could feel the heat all the way in her stomach! She squealed wildly, forcing herself up against the man as tightly as possible, her pussy clamping onto him like a wild thing, draining every last drop from his balls.
"YEES! COME IN MY CUNT! SPURT THAT STUFF ALL IN MEEE!" she wailed. "Hot! I can feel it! Hot, wet...." her voice trailed off in a low, animal moan as she spasmed again, her nails raking down the man's sweaty back, leaving red marks as she clawed at his flesh in wild lust.
Joe collapsed face down on the girl's slender body, his breath rasping in his ears, his heart slowly returning to normal. For a minute there, it had felt like it was about to burst. He rolled over on his back, staring up at the ceiling ... and at a man of about his age who was sitting quietly in a chair, his cock out and in his hand.
"Who ... WHAT???" Joe gargled, his brain struggling to cope with the hallucination. Vicky rolled over too, stared, and grinned.
"That's my Uncle Al, Joe," she purred softly. She ran her hand down Joe's chest.
Joe sat up on the bed, trying to unscramble his wits.
"Look here, you, I dunno what the hell's going on here, and I dunno if I want to or not," he began pugnaciously. He swallowed. It was a little hard to gather his wits and talk intelligently to a man who was just sitting there, calmly stroking his cock.
Al ignored him. "Come here, Ronnie honey," he said softly.
Vicky scrambled off the bed, her naked breasts bobbing enchantingly, and went over to Al. "Did you like it, lover?" she asked, sinking to his side.
"Beautiful," he reassured her. "Now suck my cock a little for me." He grasped her curly blonde head and drew it to him. "Nice and slow, baby, just warm it up good. MMmmmmm, yes, that's it," he continued as Vicky grasped the turgid shaft eagerly and began running her tongue up and down the surface, licking it like a candy stick.
Joe watched, despite himself. He felt like he was going crazy, the events of the past hour a jumble in his mind. But he couldn't move-something seemed to hold him in a grip of iron, his eyes glued to the pair. Vicky's head was bobbing up and down on the man's penis, tiny sucking sounds emerging from her lips and she chewed on his cock. Joe could see the glistening of his own sperm on her bare legs and thighs, and his prick stirred faintly.
"Crazy. This is insane," he murmured without conviction.
"Yes, isn't it," Al agreed cordially. "A few days ago, I would have agreed completely. We should all be locked up. But that was before I met Ronnie, here." He rubbed the girl's head kindly, and she raised up impatiently to see what was going on. " Just keep sucking, dear, that's great," he said, replacing her head. "She loved to suck cock," he explained to Joe. "In fact, she loves to do everything and anything. And just a few days ago she was a virgin, just imagine that. A fourteen-year-old virgin, and now she's the best cocksucker in town. And not a bad lay, either." Vicky gurgled indignantly, and Al chuckled. "You just need lots of practice, honey, and you're gonna get it."
"Fourteen," Joe gasped suddenly, focusing on one word. "God! She said she was sixteen. They'll hang us." He was already allying himself with Al.
Al grunted. "We'll have to continue this discussion in a minute, sir. I'm getting real hot." He stood up and pulled the girl roughly to her feet, propelling her to the bed. "You don't mind if we use the bed?"
"Oh no, no, fine," Joe said nervously, getting up. "I'll ... just go take a shower...."
"Jesus, man! Stay here and watch! It's quite stimulating, you know, watching the girl you just fucked screw another man." He ran his hand easily between her thighs. "Sloppy seconds, they used to call it? Well, I find I like it." He pushed Vicky back on the bed and mounted her without further ceremony, slicing into her wet cunt easily.
"Oooooo, Al," Vicky moaned faintly. Her hips rose automatically to meet his thrust. "Fuck me, honey, fuck my pussy." Her head rolled back and her eyes met Joe's. She smiled seductively at the stunned man. "Wanta watch, honey? Watch him fuck me?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Joe muttered hoarsely. His eyes closed to slits as he stared at the lustful couple. They were so close to him he could reach out and touch them. He could hear every sound, from Al's labored breathing, to the slap of wet flesh as the two bodies twisted and bucked in each other's grasp. He looked down at his own penis in surprise, feeling a distinct twitch of desire. Sure enough, it was rising, the head waving as if seeking a nearby pussy. He put his hand down on it, marveling. It hadn't gotten up that quick since he was sixteen.
"Let her do it," Al's voice came sharply. Joe looked up to find Al's eyes on him. "Let her play with your cock. Take her hand and put it on it."
Joe disengaged one of Vicky's hands and led it to his rapidly swelling dick. Her fingers closed around it automatically, and she gave a little gurgle of pleasure.
Vicky was in heaven. A thick cock pounding between her legs, into her already well fucked cunt, a stiffening dick in her hand. She decided that this was the way to live. Her body was quivering and shaking already, the banked fire in her belly stoked to flame by Al's steady pumping. A sudden image of the store detective filtered through her brain. Three men in one day, and she still wanted more. As much as she could get, as often as she could get it!
"More!" she commanded, her young voice rising. "Harder, Al! Fuck me into the bed, baby! Take your big prick and fuck me til I scream! I love it! So deep, deep inside me! I can feel it in my stomach! You're tearing me in two!" She bumped her hips encouragingly, urging the man to hurry, to fuck her faster, harder, to drive her into the mind wrenching orgasm she felt hovering.
Al obeyed mindlessly, his sturdy hips driving his rampant cock into the girl's soppy cunt with the force of a pile driver. He could feel the slippery walls of her cunt, greasy with Joe's sperm, gripping and pulsing around his dick, squeezing it like a thousand tiny fingers.
"Man! Her cunt feels like velvet!" he cried to Joe in wild enthusiasm. "Hot, wet velvet, grabbing my prick! Goddamn, the action is terrific! Her pussy's snapping at me like a mouth ... with teeth!" He grinned at Joe over Vicky's shoulder, inviting the man to share his excitement.
Joe's cock was swelling and hardening in Vicky's hand, growing bigger with every stroke. His glazed eyes followed every move of the fucking couple, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"I'm gonna come in her hand," he confided hoarsely. "God, I can't stand it! This is the damnedest thing I've ever seen! You should see her hips, man, they're going a mile a minute! And I can see your dick slicing into her ... Jeez, she's shivering all over, probably gonna come any second, come all over your cock...."
"Hold it!" Al commanded sharply, stopping suddenly. "Get on her, Joe, in front of me ... stick your cock in her mouth! Cram your dick in her mouth, make her suck you off while she fucks me!"
Joe scrambled up, straddling Vicky's chest. She looked up in dim astonishment at the man facing her.
"Open your mouth, cunt, I'm gonna fuck it," Joe commanded roughly. He leaned forward on his knees, presenting his cock to her mouth. She squirmed slightly, her orgasm receding a little.
"No. No, I'll choke," she mumbled. "Later, honey...."
"Now!" Joe rasped, grabbing her jaw and twisting it cruelly. Her mouth popped open and he pressed forward, ramming his dick into her face, shoving it down her throat to the hilt. "Done it, man!" he cried. "Now let's fuck the little bitch blind."
Al balanced on his knees, leaning back to give Joe room. All he could see was Joe's broad back, hunched over Vicky's head. He flexed his hips experimentally, making his penis stab into her wet cunt. The balance was delicate, but he thought they could do it. Anyway, the excitement of fucking her at the same time as the other man was almost enough to make him come. He took a firm grip and began plowing into Vicky's pussy, cleaving her flesh in sure strokes.
"Her mouth's like a goddamn vacuum cleaner," Joe grunted. "She's sucking my cock like a lollipop, man, just like a goddamn lollipop! Jesus! She's good! Suck it, baby, suck my jizz right out of my balls! I'm gonna give you something to drink, baby, lots of it!"
Vicky could hardly breathe. She was squashed beneath the two heavy men, her mouth full of cock, her cunt full of cock. She imagined it was the same cock, going all the way through her and coming out her mouth, impaling her like a fish on a spear! She gurgled faintly, her lips and tongue working feverishly on Joe's prick, her hips rising and falling under Al's strokes. The three settled into a steady rhythm, stroke for stroke, the men flailing in and out of her mouth and cunt in unison, bringing the trio closer and closer to explosion.
The girl felt her body convulse deeply, somewhere in the region of her cunt. She could see nothing-her entire vision was blotted out by Joe's body, his hairy stomach pressing into her face as he drove his prick in and out of her mouth. She felt her insides liquefy, her guts turning to jelly as the first wave of orgasm shuddered through her.
"She's coming!" Al cried exultingly. "I can feel her cunt quivering ... man, she's coming in a river! God! My cock's flooded! I can feel her cunt juice bathing my balls and running down my legs ... Jeez! Hurry up, man, I'm gonna come, too! I can't hold back! She's squeezing my cock in two! Damn! Her cunt ... like iron muscles ... OOOHHHHHH JEEEZZZUUUSSS!"
"Fuck her, Al!" Joe grunted. "I'm gonna come ... just a few more strokes, honey, suck it hard, real hard, on the tip, that's it, that's it, right on the tip ... NOW!" He grunted wildly, shoved forward with a sudden snap of his hips, burying his prick deep within the girl's soft throat, savagely tearing into her cheeks with his fingers as he bucked forward.
"Hit her Joe! She loves it! Hit her fucking face!" a hoarse whisper commanded him. Joe raised his hand and smacked Vicky's face, again and again, watching her eyes glaze with pain ... and pleasure! His prick jumped and began spurting, pumping his fluid deep into her throat. He hit her again, feeling her convulsions under him as she shuddered through a tremendous orgasm, her mouth still pulling at him strongly, drinking his come, swallowing his hot sperm thirstily.
Al came at almost the same moment, just as Joe slapped the girl and drove her over the brink of orgasm. He could vaguely hear the other's hoarse cries as he pumped the girl's mouth full of sperm as he buried his cock to the hilt in her spasming pussy and spewed out his own come into that clutching fist of a cunt! It felt like he was falling, his cock leading him into a black, bottomless hole, engulfing his entire body. He twitched feebly, the last streams of come pumping from his cock, and collapsed forward, against Joe's back.
Joe felt the man collapse against him and staggered under the sudden weight, falling sideways, his prick slipping from Vicky's lips. The girl moaned faintly, wriggling, and he rolled off of her.
"You okay?" he asked softly. He looked at her and she smiled weakly back at him, her pink tongue coming out to lick her lips. He could see the marks of his slaps vivid against her skin, and he felt a sudden agonizing compunction. "I didn't mean to hurt you, honey," he apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
Vicky smiled mistily. She was finding it hard to breathe, and her body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, but a warm glow of satisfaction suffused her. She felt Al stir and lift off of her, and the sudden release was delightful. She smiled more broadly and stretched.
"She okay?" Al groaned, rolling onto his back. He was still gasping for breath, his lungs drawing in great gulps of air. His chest heaved as he tried to still the beating of his heart. His cock was lying limp against his thigh, a silvery trail of semen still oozing from the tip. "God, I thought I'd never stop coming. Her cunt's like a steel trap."
Vicky laughed suddenly, pleased. "I feel great," she announced brightly and sat up. "I'm gonna take a shower."
"Youth," grinned Joe, watching the girl slide off the bed. She staggered slightly as her feet hit the floor, then weaved in the direction of the bathroom, her hips swinging.
"Yeah," Al agreed. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck. Now you can see why I ... us ... recruited you."
"I'm beginning to," Joe agreed. He stretched, feeling his muscles bunch and tense. "But I don't feel so bad myself, buddy. Something about young cunt that makes a guy feel young himself, huh? She a hooker?"
"God, no. Just a kid I picked up hitching the other day. Would you believe she was a virgin?" Al shook his head wonderingly.
"Shit, she musta just told you that," Joe said.
"Naw. You shoulda seen her, scared to death. And she bled, too. I really popped her cherry for her. And she's gone wild. I've never seen anything like it," Al continued. "I wonder if other girls are like that-I don't remember them being like that when I was in high school. Seems to me I spent half my time begging them just to touch it." He laughed.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. And if you were real lucky, you might get a little titty feel. God, I wish I were a kid today."
"I dunno. She doesn't mess around with young guys-says they're too childish or something," Al mused. "If they're anything like the way I was, they probably come the minute they get it in. Not much fun for a chick I guess."
"Well, whatever, we've got ourselves a real bonanza here fella. Jesus, I can get guys standing in line for this kind of pussy. At fifty bucks a crack at least." Joe closed his eyes, visions darting through his brain. "Give the chick twenty-five and she'll do anything-probably take on five guys at a time and not even blink."
"Jesus. I dunno," Al said. "I never thought of that. I don't know if I wanta turn her into a pro."
"Hell, she loves it. Didn't you tell her to pick me up today? Well, she 'charged' twenty-five for her services, buddy. Saw a little bikini she liked and told me I could buy it for her after we took a ride." The dark man chuckled briefly. "I wonder if she has any girl friends?"
Al thought, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, that'd be something, huh, buddy? A stable of young pussy for us, and a nice profit besides. But we'll hafta be real careful about what girls to get-I mean, if one of them squealed, we'd be under the jail for ten years."
"Why don't we ask Ronnie what she thinks? Tell her we'll charge thirty and give her twenty. That'll be thirty profit on each guy, and I know she can do five a day easy. And if we can get some other chicks, we can charge extra for doubles and shows ... man, we've got a gold mine! And of course we have to check out the chicks first-and whenever we want to. Shake, partner?" Joe stuck out his hand and Al shook it solemnly.
Vicky walked back into the room, her slender body glowing from her shower. "What's happening?" she asked, staring at the two naked men on the bed shaking hands.
"Ronnie, baby, how'd you like to make a little bread ... and have fun besides?" Joe asked.
Vicky sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man coolly. "You mean you want me to be a whore?"
Joe was slightly taken aback. "Well, that is, we just thought you might like some new ... uh ... boyfriends."
"And how much do I get?" she asked sweetly.
"Twenty apiece?" Al asked nervously. Vicky shot him a glance of scorn.
"You offered me twenty-five, Joe. Don'tcha think I'm worth it?" Vicky leaned forward, her tits bobbing in front of the man's face.
"Okay, twenty-five," Joe agreed quickly.
"Great. That means each of you guys owe me twenty-five," Vicky said quickly, her eyes lighting with laughter.
"Sorry, chick, that was on the house," Joe said.
"And it'll hafta be on the house for us, okay? Or no deal. Find your own dudes." He scowled at the girl menacingly.
"I can, you know," Vicky muttered rebelliously. "I don't need you guys. You came with me like a puppy dog after a bitch." She looked at the two men defiantly, but they looked awful big suddenly. She backed down. "Okay. Twenty-five. You promised."
"Okay. Deal?" Joe stuck out his hand and Vicky shook it solemnly. "And another thing ... you got any girl friends who might be interested? We'll give you a cut of their take, too, say, five for each guy? They'd get twenty."
"Yeah, I might," Vicky said thoughtfully. "Jesus, you guys really move fast, don'tcha?" She stretched out beside Al and began to stroke him, her hands running over his sweaty body.
"Sure do, lady, and you're no slouch yourself," Joe said admiringly. "Fourteen huh?"
Vicky shot him a glance, her lips curving in a smile. "Any complaints?" Her voice was slurring with lust again, her eyes bright as she stared stat the dark man.
"No complaints," Joe agreed. He reached out and ran a hand over Vicky's tits, watching the pink nipples erect instantly. "You're a real little whore. A natural."
".'That's what my Mom says," Vicky agreed, lazily cupping her fingers around Al's balls. "A filthy little whore."
"Lucky for us," Al said, his cock hardening slightly under Vicky's manipulations. "You wanta suck it a little, honey?"
"Sure, lover, I'll suck it and fuck it and do whatever you want. Just let me know," Vicky purred, bending forward and capturing his dick neatly between her lips.
"Beautiful little cocksucker," Al crooned, thrusting upwards into the girl's mouth. "We're gonna make a fortune with that mouth."
"Don't forget this, Al," Joe said laughing, dipping a finger into Vicky's cunt. "She's got a goldmine here, too." He began caressing the girl's young pussy, a bemused smile playing over his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Joanne. I wanta talk to you."
Joanne looked at her friend curiously. Vicky's voice was urgent. "Now? Can't it wait 'til later?"
"No," Vicky said boldly. "This is important."
Intrigued, Janne followed her friend into the restroom.
"Okay. Spill it. But hurry up, I gotta date."
Vicky regarded her friend with a strange half smile. "Listen, Jo, have you ever done it?"
"Done it? Done what?" Joanne asked impatiently.
"Fucked," Vicky said calmly. "Screwed. Got laid. You know."
"What kind of question is that?" Joanne said indignantly. "Jesus Christ, you're crazy. Sally was right; you've gone off your beam." She looked at Vicky sharply. "Hey, what's all this about, anyway? You aren't in trouble or something, are you?"
Vicky cracked up, peals of laughter issuing from her mouth. Finally she gasped out, "N-no. Not what you mean."
"Well, I don't see what's so damn funny about it," Joanne said indignantly. "And the answer is no, if it's any of your business-which it isn't!"
"I bet you've messed around a lot, though, haven't you? You and Sally used to talk about it behind my back," Vicky added viciously, contempt on her pretty face. "Let 'em touch your titties a little, and maybe your cunt, and if they're really a 'cool' dude jerk them off. Or give them a blow job, huh? I've heard about you, honey, so you needn't act so innocent. Sucked old Chad off many a time, haven't you?"
Joanne blushed scarlet. "You've got a filthy mind," she said with dignity. "Who told you?"
"Oh, I just heard it down on the beach," Vicky lied glibly. "I won't tell anybody. Everybody probably knows, anyhow."
"Wow, you've really changed," Joanne said in amazement.
"I thought you'd understand, after that day in the cafeteria," Vicky said, recalling Joanne's exchange of glances with her. "But I guess I was wrong. You're still a kid."
"I'm a year older than you, Vicky Smith," Joanne flared. "And I bet I've done plenty of things you'd never have the nerve to do."
"Like what? Jerked off a few kids? Shit." Vicky waved a hand disparagingly. "You better go. You'll be late for your big date with Chad. What's he gonna do, take you for a ride in his beat-up old car? And maybe buy you a hamburger?"
"Well I haven't noticed dudes standing in line to take you to the Ritz!" Joanne flared, stung.
"I don't mess around with kids," Vicky said coolly. "I'm too busy for that kind of shit. Have fun."
Joanne hung back, visibly intrigued now. "You mean, you know some older guys? Men?"
Vicky smiled enigmatically, staring at her friend. "A few. But you wouldn't be interested."
"How do you know? Tell me. Come on, tell me! What older men? Where do they take you?"
"Oh, out." Vicky casually fluffed her hair with her fingers. "How do you like my blouse?"
"Nice," Joanne said distractedly.
"Al gave it to me," Vicky lied calmly. "He gives me lots of stuff." She took a bracelet out of her purse and tried it on, admiring the effect. It was the bracelet she had ripped off.
"What for?" Joanne whispered, her eyes avid. "You can tell me."
"Same thing Chad buys you hamburgers for," Vicky returned calmly.
"Chad likes me! That's why he...."
"Sure. Al likes me, too. Probably a lot more than Chad likes you." Vicky sighed, meeting her friend's eyes in the mirror. "Anyhow, he has a friend, Joe, and he asked me to get him a date. But I guess you're busy."
"A date?" Joanne asked suspiciously. "What was all that stuff about fucking?"
"Oh, I was just teasing you. You've always been so stuck up," Vicky said blandly. "Anyhow, don't worry about it. I'll get somebody else." She turned the bracelet on her arm, looking at it admiringly.
"Wait. I didn't say ... when does he want to go out?" Joanne's eyes fixed calculatingly on the blouse and bracelet, her mind working quickly.
"Al's gonna pick me up in about twenty minutes," Vicky said.
"I've gotta date with Chad," Joanne said. "Maybe some other time...." Her voice trailed off wistfully.
"Naw. I'll get him another date. Rhonda maybe. He'd probably like her better, anyhow." Vicky grinned. Joanne hated Rhonda with a passion.
"I'll go," Joanne decided quickly. "Just hold on, let me go tell Chad something." She disappeared, Vicky smiling at her retreating back.
The two girls sat on the bench. Joanne was nervous. "What if he doesn't like me?" she asked.
"He'll like you," Vicky promised.
"Have you ever seen him? Is he nice?"
"Oh yeah, he's real nice," Vicky said, remembering Joe's mighty cock reaming her out, filling her with sperm.
"I won't know what to say to an older guy. I wish I hadn't come," Joanne said rapidly. "Maybe I better leave."
"Too late. They're here. Don't worry about talking. That's not what they're interested in." Vicky stood up, grabbing her friend by the arm, and propelled her to Al's car.
"Hi, guys," she said brightly. "This is my friend Josephine." Joanne looked at her indignantly, but Vicky's fingers dug into her arm painfully.
"Hi, Ronnie. Josie, a pleasure. A real pleasure," Al said. "Just get in the back with Joe there, honey."
"Jo and Joe," Joanne giggled nervously, looking at the dark man beside her. "Wow."
"I told her about the nice blouse and bracelet you gave me," Vicky said to Al pointedly. She snuggled over to the man, putting her hand on his leg possessively.
"Good. Maybe Joe'll give you a little something, Josie. Huh, Joe?" Al laughed loudly. He was driving swiftly and expertly. "How 'bout a little drink before we go to dinner, huh, girls?"
"Fine Al," Vicky said enthusiastically. "Okay Jo?"
"Yeah ... but we're too young ... I mean, where'll we get served?" Joanne answered. She was feeling very young, and she tried to put sophistication in her tone.
"Maybe you'd rather blow a little pot? I know you kids all smoke, don'tcha?" Joe asked casually. Joanne turned to look at him and smiled nervously.
"Yeah, that'd be fine," Joanne answered confusedly. She was totally unprepared for the lustful look Joe was bending on her. It gave her butterflies in her stomach. She crossed her legs tightly and strove to keep her cool.
Al pulled into the motel and drove around back quickly. "Here we are," he said unnecessarily, getting out and opening the door for Vicky. "Pile out."
Joanne sat motionless until Vicky hissed at her, "Come on. Don't be a dope. We're just gonna have a drink." The other girl got out unwillingly, and the two men exchanged glances.
"Careful with this one," Al muttered to Joe. "Slow and easy or she's gonna freak."
The two couples entered the motel room. Vicky immediately kicked off her shoes and flipped on the radio, dance music filling the room. She twirled in a circle, her curls and breasts bouncing.
"What'll it be, ladies?" Joe asked seriously. "Bourbon, scotch, vodka, and I've got coke, soda, and O.J."
Vicky made a face, but Al shot her a swift look. "Oh, well, bourbon on the rocks," she said, hoping that was the strongest, knowing Joanne would follow her lead.
"Me, too, that sounds fine," Joanne said. She crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, primly crossing her knees. Joe handed her a full glass of dark liquid and she sipped at it bravely, trying not to grimace. Vicky looked at her scornfully.
"Drink it, Josie, it won't kill you," she taunted. Joanne shot her friend a murderous glance and downed the glass, choking. She gasped as the liquor hit her stomach, the room blurring. Al looked at her and nodded to Joe, who immediately produced a joint and lit it, handing it to the girl. She automatically drew on it and passed it to Vicky.
"Yeah. Far out," Vicky said approvingly. She had only tried grass once before, but she knew that Joanne and Sally smoked. Vicky drew in a lungful of smoke and passed it back to Joanne. She didn't really think she wanted much more ... who needed it when there was cock nearby? She grinned broadly at the two men, the three of them watching Joanne carefully.
"Oh, wow, this is good stuff," Joanne approved, pulling in another lungful of smoke. She passed the number to Al, not noticing that he merely passed it to Vicky, who didn't take any, either. The whole joint was smoked by her alone, except for a few drags. "Wow, I don't think I've ever been so stoned on one number. And four people," the girl giggled. "I'm really floating." She stood up suddenly.
Joe moved over to her smoothly. "Hey, am I supposed to earn my pay now, or later?" Joanne asked suddenly, laughing. "I mean Vickie ... I mean Ronnie ... said I was supposed to...." she broke off into giggles.
"Do it now, Jo, now's a cool time," Vicky said softly. "Right Joe-Al?" The two men murmured encouragingly.
"Wha ... what should I do?" Joanne asked appealingly.
"Gee, well, why don't we see if we can find some sexy music and dance for the guys," Vicky improvised. "That's be worth a ... bracelet or two, wouldn't it, guys?"
"Yeah, that's a great idea," Al said encouragingly, fiddling with the radio dial. "Come on Joe, let's watch the show."
Vicky began to dance, revolving her hips slowly in time to the music. "Come on, Josie," she said mockingly. "Give the guys a good show. Pretend you're a go-go dancer or something." She ran her hands over her hips, moving sinuously to the music. Joanne eyed her and imitated her movements, bumping her hips.
"Gee, I'm so dizzy," she murmured. "I guess I'm really fucked up." She giggled a little wildly.
"That's it, girls. Real good," Joe said, signaling Vicky with his eyes to hurry up.
Vicky slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Joanne watched in amazement as her friend slipped it off and dropped it on the floor, still dancing. "Go on, do it!" Vicky hissed violently. "You want a bracelet or not?"
Joanne unbuttoned her shirt self-consciously, holding it in front of her for a long moment. The men's eyes riveted on her and she dropped it slowly, revealing her breasts to their hot gaze. She could almost feel their eyes boring into her skin, warming it ... she laughed suddenly and began to copy Vicky's movements, bending forward slightly so her tits swung free, revolving slowly so the men could see her from all sides. Her face flushed with pleasure.
"Hey, beautiful, huh, Al," muttered Joe. "Great boobs, just great. Juicy and firm." Al smacked his lips audibly. "Come on, Ronnie, don't let her show you up."
Vicky undulated over in front of Al and stood in front of him tauntingly, swinging her tits in his face. She wet her finger and ran it over her nipples, making them pop up hard.
"Like them, sugar?" she crooned, bending down until her breast brushed across his face. She slid her glance to Joanne.
Joanne saw her friend's look and swung over beside her, determined not to be outdone. She ran her own hands over her breasts, startled at the lewd pleasure it gave her.
"Take it off," Joe whispered suddenly. "Take it all off." He reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet, extracting a ten-dollar bill. Joanne looked at him, startled.
"I'll do it if you won't," Vicky said scornfully. She was standing in front of Al, still in her jeans, bumping her pussy in and out, running her hands over her bare breasts.
Joanne took a deep breath and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them down her legs, until she was only dressed in her panties. Joe laughed and reached out, holding the bill in his fingers. "This is yours, honey, if you'll let me put it in your pants," he said hoarsely. "And take them off. How 'bout it? Ten bucks for a pair of panties?" He was breathing hoarsely, excited by the impromptu striptease.
Joanne laughed wildly. The grass was working on her now. Everything had an unreal quality, like a dream. She drew closer to the man and thrust her hips out, level with his hand. He took the edge of her panties in his fingers, pulling her closer, the bill between his fingers, and slipped it in the waistband, his fingers groping quickly after it, brushing the moist tangle of her pubic hair.
"Is your pussy hair red, too, honey?" Joe muttered, pulling sharply on the panties. Joanne moved back slightly, then stood still as the strange man worked her panties down her hips, leaving her bare.
"Yeah. Red pussy. Nice, baby, really nice. I love redheads," Joe said, his eyes glued to the girl's crotch. She stood before him defiantly, her legs slightly spread, her body gleaming. "Hey, Al, lookit our real redhead, here." He turned to Al and Vicky, then grinned.
Vicky was sitting in Al's lap, her body bare, her breasts covered by his mouth. Vicky grinned back at Joe, rubbing her ass in Al's lap. Joanne could see the outline of his cock bulging under her friend's bare fanny....
"Guess he's busy," Joe said, turning back to Joanne. "Well, baby, how'd you like another tenner?" He extracted another bill with difficulty and waved it at her.
Joanne blushed. She felt weird. She looked despairingly at Vicky for help, but Vicky was writhing and moaning on the man called Al's lap, oblivious to anything else. Joanne could hear her friend's lustful moans, and her own pussy twitched in response.
"Well?" Joe asked impatiently.
Whatya want me to do?" Joanne asked carefully. It hadn't been bad so far ... maybe she could get away without doing anything much.
"You suck cock?" Joe asked blandly. "I gotta prick that needs some instant attention." He drew her attention to his lap, watching her as her eyes bulged at the sight of his naked dick. He had released it casually while she was staring at Vicky, and it stuck straight up out of his pants, red and angry-looking.
"Oh, it's so big," Joanne said involuntarily, staring. It was a lot bigger than Chad's. "I'd choke."
"No you won't, honey, well take it nice and slow," Joe said wheedlingly.
"And I get another ten?" Joanne asked. She drew nearer.
"Kneel down, baby, and feel it a little," Joe said, ignoring her question. "Well see...."
"I'm not gonna do it unless I get another ten," Joanne said stubbornly, but her eyes were riveted on his cock. Her knees felt weak suddenly.
Joe reached out suddenly and pulled the girl to him, his hands gripping her tits. "Mercenary little bitch, aren't ya?" he murmured, pulling her onto his lap roughly.
"Let me go!" Joanne cried. "HELP!" She looked around in despair. The man's strong hands were holding her firmly, one hand stroking her tits. She tried to scream, and his other hand clamped on her mouth.
"Don't give me any more shit," Joe said roughly. "YouTI get paid what you're worth, so shut up and be good." He stood up suddenly, lifting the girl easily, and carried her to the bed, throwing her down.
"Vicky! Help me!" Joanne cried wildly, scrambling away on her haunches. "He's gonna RAPE me! Jesus! HELP!"
"Aw, shut up, Jo, and relax!" Vicky snapped suddenly. "Fuck her good, Joe baby. Al and I want a good show."
Joanne looked at her friend. Vicky and Al were both nude now, and Vicky was obviously seated on Al's cock, impaled on its length. The blonde girl leaned back in her lover's arms, grinning evilly at her friend. "You'll love it," she promised. "Nothing like a good, stiff cock in your cunt." She bounced up and down on Al's lap, showing Joanne her stuffed pussy. "Give us a good show."
Joe laughed grimly. He had stripped off his clothes, and he stood in front of the frightened girl, huge and menacing. She closed her eyes. Maybe it was all a dream. It couldn't really be happening, not to her, not here in a motel room. She groaned. The earlier feeling of warmth and looseness had entirely gone, leaving her stiff and shaking.
Joe advanced inexorably, grabbing the girl around the waist and opening her cunt with two fingers. "Dry as a bone," he muttered. "We'll fix that." With no other preliminaries, he bent his head and began eating her pussy, running his tongue into her tight hole. "Relax," he muttered, his words obscured.
Joanne screamed. She couldn't help it. The shock was too much. Oh, she'd read about guys eating cunt, but Chad had never wanted to ... all he ever did was finger fuck her. And she came when he did that, and she knew that she'd probably come now. She groaned in humiliation.
"Jesus, shut her up," Vicky called from across the room.
"Yeah, shut her up, or the cops'll be in here," Al echoed.
Joe swung around without a word, positioning his cock over Joanne's mouth. "Open your mouth and suck it," he growled, lifting his mouth from her cunt.
"I'll bite," Joanne cried hysterically.
"You do and I'll wreck your cunt for you," the man promised savagely. With a sudden lunge, he thrust his cock into her open mouth, effectively silencing her. "Now SUCK if you know what's good for you!"
Joanne sucked at the cock in her mouth as if her life depended on it. It was choking her, filling her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged as the head battered against her soft palate. Chad had never done her like this. His dick had barely filled her mouth, and he'd been so gentle, so grateful when she did it ... Tears spurted from the redheaded teenager's eyes and ran down her cheeks.
Joe paused above the girl's cunt, feasting his eyes as he opened it gently, staring into it. The soft red curls framed a pair of luscious pink cunt lips, guarding the secret entrance. He stroked the lips slowly. Now that his dick was being sucked, his furious urgency had left him, and he was willing to give the girl pleasure. In fact, he had to if their plan was to go over. He rubbed her twat carefully, sliding his finger back and forth. It was slightly damp from his licking a moment before, but that was all. He frowned.
"Relax, baby, I'm gonna fix you good. You'll love it," he promised. His fingers sought out the tiny knob of her clit and he pulled it from its sheath, rubbing it between his fingers. The girl's cunt pulsed slightly, and he grinned to himself. "Yeah, just lay back and enjoy it," he whispered. He wiggled his ass, easing up a little on the punishing pressure of his cock in her mouth, just letting it soak.
"Diddle her good," an excited young voice told him. Joe looked up briefly. Vicky and Al had finished their screw and were standing in front of the pair on the bed, watching closely. "Wow, it looks real strange," Vicky commented, riveted by her first glimpse of cunt other than her own. "Does mine look like that?"
"Yours is lighter pink, baby, and a lot wetter," Al said judiciously. "And her cunt lips are thicker than yours." He sat down by the bed, pulling Vicky with him. "Wouldya like to play with her cunt, sugar?" he asked softly, running his hands over Vicky's body. Vicky giggled and snuggled closer.
"Later," Joe snapped. "It's my turn now." He was still stroking the girl softly, pinching her clit, pulling the tiny knob of flesh between his fingers.
"Jesus, I'd be coming all over the place by now," Vicky said smugly. "I'm all excited just watching." She sat there, her mouth slightly open, her eyes glazed with lust, watching her friend's cunt being diddled.
"Give her time, baby, and she'll love it just like you," Al promised. "See, she's starting to get wet. Put your finger up inside her Joe." He leaned forward avidly.
Joe felt the moisture, too, and complied with his buddy's request, stiffening his finger and thrusting it into the pink aperture. "Goddamn, she's tight," he said. "Like a vise on my finger. Damn, that'll really be something to fuck." He drew his finger out, glistening with juice, and thrust it in again.
"She cherry? Can ya feel the cherry?" asked Al lustfully. His dick was hardening again, and he placed Vicky's hand on it absently.
"Yeah, I can feel it," Joe said. He was sweating. "Ad she's sucking on my cock now too. That's it, honey, suck it good." He pumped his hips slightly, feeling the suction of the girl's mouth on his cock. "I'm gonna eat her pussy now," he informed the watchers.
"Oooo, I bet it tastes good," Vicky said wistfully, watching the man lower his face into the damp twat.
"You can eat her later, baby." Al said hoarsely. "I dunno, would you like that? That's queer," Vicky said dubiously.
"Nothing I'd like better than to see a couple of young chicks eating each other," Al said honestly. "Always wanted to see that."
"Hey look, Al, she's twitching all over," Vicky cried in delight. "She's digging it now!" She bent over, her face flushed with excitement. "I can see his tongue going into her cunt. It's sinking in just like a little cock! Oh, Al! Hold me, baby, I'm getting all turned on."
Joanne couldn't believe the sensations sweeping through her. She could vaguely hear Vicky's voice, and she knew she should be embarrassed that people were watching, but the insistent tug in her loins blotted everything else out. Her whole body felt warm and loose, even her throat loosened. She sucked a little at the cock in her mouth, and it swelled even more, but instead of choking she drew it in farther, down her throat. It felt good. She moaned to herself, her hips beginning to move, seeking to draw the fucking tongue in deeper.
"There she goes," Vicky said wildly. "She's gonna pop!"
Joe thrust his tongue in as far as it would go, twirling it around and around inside the girl's cunt. He could feel faint convulsions in the now slippery walls of her twat, gripping at his tongue. Involuntarily his hip strokes quickened, and he fucked her mouth brutally, sending his swollen dick deep into her throat. He sucked eagerly at the wet pink hole, avid for the cooling rush of pussy juice to cool his parched throat. He knew he couldn't hold back much more. His balls hurt with the pressure of sperm, and his legs trembled with the effort of holding back.
Joanne trembled suddenly, her body jerking and twisting out of control, her hips bucking savagely under the man's mouth. She gurgled deep in her throat, unable to cry out in lust, her whole body straining. She could feel a warm tide weaving through her, sweeping her body in a tidal wave of sensation. Her nerves felt raw, exposed, the touch of his mouth almost burning into her twat.
Suddenly, her young body rose in a bow, shaking and quivering, and at the same time she felt something snap inside her, flooding her twat with moisture. She had never imagined such a feeling-her orgasms with Chad were pale imitations of this! She sucked at the cock in her mouth, suddenly wanting to feel the rush of his sperm, and it exploded, spewing out thick heavy cream into her mouth, down her throat. She choked, gagged, and swallowed. She gulped as fast as she could, trying to get all of the viscous fluid, but some escaped and ran out of her mouth, staining her cheeks.
"Wow, look at her go!" cried Vicky. Her own body trembled in sympathy as she watched the pair on the bed. "He's really filling up her mouth ... shit, IT'S COMING OUT OF HER MOUTH, SHE CAN'T TAKE IT ALL! EAT IT, JO, EAT HIS COME!" She bent forward, her eyes glazed. She was gripping Al's cock in her fingers almost painfully, squeezing it as she watched. He didn't seem to mind, he was bent forward, too, watching, his hand buried in Vicky's twat.
"Yeah, eat it all," Al said hoarsely. "Eat his sperm, honey!" He was wildly excited at the lustful sight-he had had no idea watching would turn him on this much! He trembled in his eagerness to fuck the girl, too, to sink his cock into her tight cunt. "I want her cherry, Joe ... it's mine," he babbled, standing up.
Joe moved his head and grinned at his buddy, his mouth smeared with cunt juice. "Okay, buddy, it's all yours. I got her nice and juicy for ya." He rolled over, pulling his dick free from Joanne's mouth, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed. Al didn't hesitate. He knelt between the girl's legs, poised his cock at her cunt, and thrust forward firmly.
Joanne screamed. She didn't know what was happening! She had been lying there satisfied and floating in the aftermath of orgasm, still sucking gently at Joe's cock, when suddenly he took it out and moved off of her. And now-something like a giant knife was slicing into her cunt, tearing her apart. It was agonizing. She screamed again, and felt a small hand clamped firmly on her mouth.
"Shut up," Vicky whispered fiercely. "Don't act so prim with me, Jo. I just saw you coming all over the place! Relax!"
Joanne stared at her friend, mute appeal in her eyes, but Vicky's blue eyes were cold. Vicky was jealous of all the attention Joanne was getting. "I didn't scream when I lost it, bitch," she muttered.
"You're a real pill!"
Al sank in half way and came against the obstruction of the girl's hymen. "Damn," he muttered. He had broken Vicky's with no trouble, but this was tougher. Her cunt had almost dried out with the force of her shock at his entry, and it rasped painfully against the sensitive skin of his cock head.
"Having a little trouble, buddy?" Joe asked grinning.
"I'll get it," Al mumbled. He drew back and thrust forward again sharply, this time ripping through, his cock slicing through the tight hot membranes. He felt her recoil and he felt the sudden rush of warm liquid on his cock, running down his thighs.
"Shit, she's bleeding like a stuck pig," Joe said.
"Toughest cherry I ever broke," Al grunted. He began a steady stroking into the ravaged cunt. "Come on, loosen up, baby, just let yourself go."
Joanne was stiff with pain. She couldn't imagine why people wanted to do this. She sobbed silently, her mouth still blocked with Vicky's fingers and stared at her friend, murderous rage in her eyes. Vicky stared back coolly.
"Does it hurt, Jo?" she taunted. "It didn't hurt me. At least I didn't cry like a baby! I knew I shouldn't have brought you!"
"Shut up, Ronnie," Joe muttered. "You're making it worse."
Vicky glared at him, then her face softened at the sight of his cock. It was getting hard again.
"Don'tcha wish you were inside her cunt?" she asked jealously.
"Naw, baby, I like my broads broke in," he grinned, pulling her to him. "Let go of her mouth. She isn't gonna yell anymore."
He was right. Joanne had decided grimly to wait this out. Screaming wouldn't help. Even if someone came, she didn't want anyone to see he like this. That would be the end. The hurt in her cunt had faded to a dull ache, and she was greatly surprised to feel a twinge of pleasure, deep inside.
Slowly Joanne's hips began to move, then faster, picking up the rhythm of Al's strokes. She tried to hold back to keep her body still, but an irresistible force for sweeping her again.
"That's it, let her rip!" Joe said laughing. He was watching the fucking pair closely, his hands toying with Vicky. "Way to go, buddy, fuck her blind! GIVE IT TO HER!"
"I am!" Al retorted, his face furrowed in concentration. "Jeez, it's like a furnace inside her! Her cunt feels like its got a thousand fingers grabbing my cock! Shit, fuck me, baby, lift your ass and give me a ride!" He plowed into the girl wildly, thrusting deep, hearing her moan with every stroke.
"OOOOHHH! FUCK ME!! I LOVE IT! IT'S BEAUTIFUL! YOUR BIG COCK FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING ... OOOOHHHH!" Joanne cried, her hips bucking furiously, uncontrolled. Her head lashed back and forth on the pillow, her eyes glazed, her mouth open, emitting screams of pleasure.
"COME ON! GET READY, I'M GONNA COME IN YOUR PUSSY!" Al yelled, pumping strongly. He could feel her wet flesh clutching at his cock, quivering under him.
"Go on, Al, give it to her!" Vicky groaned, her jealousy forgotten. Her sweaty young body writhed under Joe's fingers as she watched. "Come all over her!"
"YEAH! I'M GONNA COME! NOW!" Al cried with a sudden last lunge that buried him to the hilt. His ass wiggled as he cock began to spurt, deep inside the girl. Vicky and Joe watched in lustful amazement as the skin on his buttocks rippled as shudders shook his sturdy frame. They could see the tendons in his legs straining with his mighty efforts as he spewed forth his seed.
Joanne trembled once as the flood of seed hit her insides, then, with a sudden sharp cry, convulsed, her arched body bent into a bow, her muscles quivering and straining.
"OH YES! FUCK ME! I'M COMING WITH YOU, LOVER! FILL ME UP! I CAN FEEL YOUR JIZZ COMING IN MEEEEE!"
Finally, both participants were still. Vicky and Joe engaged briefly in a quick fuck, stilling their inflamed passions, and then the two couples lay quietly.
Joanne raised her head and looked around, at the body of her lover sprawled across her thighs, his penis lying limp at his leg, smeared with a combination of blood and sperm. She stretched in satisfaction and smiled. She was a woman now. She wondered why she had waited so long.
"Well, what now?" Joanne asked softly. Three pairs of eyes turned to her. "Who's next?"
Vicky let out a peal of laughter, turning to Al and Joe. "See, guys, she's gonna be great, isn't she?" Impulsively, she threw her arms around her friend and hugged her. "Oh, Jo, we're gonna have fun! Wait'll you hear what we're gonna do!" Bending her head, she began whispering in Joanne's ear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was about an hour later. Joanne and Vicky were lying on the bed together. They had washed up, but not bothered to dress, and the late afternoon sun glanced on the two pussies, striking sparks of flame from Joanne's and gold from Vicky's.
"What I don't understand is who gets the first go?" Joanne asked casually. She could still not believe that within the space of an afternoon she had turned into a practicing whore. She didn't feel any different, just warmer and happier somehow.
"Well, Al'll bring a guy in and he'll take his pick," Vicky said thoughtfully. "It's lucky I'm a blonde and you're a redhead, that'll give them a nice choice. And whoever the guy picks'll go with him. The guys rented another room next door. I wish they could've gotten one with connecting doors. Maybe next time."
"Gee, I wonder what he'll want to do to me," Joanne mused, never doubting that whoever the guy was he'd choose her.
"Oh, everything, I suppose," Vicky said offhandedly. "Just remember, you get twenty for a blow job, thirty for a blow job and a fuck. And if we get a guy that wants both of us at once, we get fifty each. He'll probably want us to do a lesbian show or something. Old guys really go for that." She cut a glance at Joanne to see how she took that bit of information.
Joanne was shocked, but she tried to conceal it. "Jeez, Vicky, I dunno if I could do that or not," she said flustered.
"For fifty? And it wouldn't be bad. I don't mind," Vicky said offhandedly. "Maybe we should practice a little. I've never done it either." She looked at Joanne, her blue eyes gleaming.
"Oh, maybe we won't hafta," Joanne said, backing away.
"Jeez, don't be a prude," Vicky said scornfully. "For fifty bucks? Maybe more, if we give the guy a real good show. I think we should practice, I really do." She regarded her friend earnestly, her hands itching. She reached out and touched Joanne's tit gently, feeling the girl flinch.
"Vicky, it's wrong, perverted, wicked," Joanne said earnestly. "Please don't make me."
"Wicked, my ass," Vicky snapped. "You mean to tell me you get fucked and sucked by two dudes in an hour and are lying here ready to take on more, and you think it's perverted for me to touch you? Anyway, I sure don't want to. But for fifty bucks I would. I'll just tell the guys no-go on the double stuff until I can get another chick with good sense." She rolled away indignantly, turning her back.
There was a long silence. "Vicky," Joanne said tentatively. "Don't be mad. I'll try, if you want me to."
"Super," Vicky cried, bouncing up. "Okay, just put your arms around me and hug me. Pretend I'm a dude." The blonde girl threw her arms around the other and pulled her close. The two lay there for awhile, breast to breast, pussies touching.
"This isn't so bad," Joanne confessed. "What do we do now?"
Vicky didn't answer. She was busily engaged in running her hands over Joanne's back, feeling the softness of her skin. Her nipples erected into hard little points, digging into her friend's soft breasts. Vicky shivered in excitement, her pussy growing moist. "I'm gonna suck your tits, Jo," she said softly, bending her head and nibbling her friend's breast into her mouth.
Joanne lay back, letting Vicky's hands roam over her at will. Her breast tingled as the blonde girl suckled at it eagerly.
"That feels good," Joanne admitted. She reached out and ran her hand over Vicky's head, drawing her closer. Vicky's fingers were toying with her red pubic bush now, curling the hair around her fingers, tweaking them gently. A pang of pure pleasure shot through the red headed teenager at the gentle touch of her girl friend's seeking fingers.
Vicky was breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on her lovely young face. "Do you like that, Jo? Me playing with your pussy?" She opened her friend's cunt, sliding her fingers in. It was wet inside, and she smiled. "You're all wet, Jo. All wet and ready for loving. I think I'm gonna suck your pussy dry, suck up all that lovely pussy juice." She smacked her lips and smiled, then lowered her head, swinging her body alongside Joanne.
"Yes, yes it feels good," Joanne said in some surprise. She didn't feel the revulsion she expected, only a twinge of pleasure at the gentle touch. She sighed as she felt a small tongue slip into her cunt, hipping as delicately as a kitten. "Keep doing it, Vicky, I like you eating my pussy."
Vicky raised her head slightly, looking at her friend. "Why don't you do the same thing to me?" she asked softly. "Eat my pussy while I eat yours, and we can come together."
Joanne looked at Vicky's pussy, spread beside her and reached out. Suddenly Vicky rose up and over her, pressing the fragrant muff in her face. Joanne sniffed ... the smell was acrid and tangy, but not unpleasant. She stuck out her tongue carefully and slid it between the lips of her friend's cunt. It tasted salty and musky, with a sharp tang she couldn't quite recognize. She rolled her tongue around inside, marveling at the spongy texture of the girl's cunt flesh.
"Oh yes, suck my pussy, Joanne," Vicky called, her voice muffled. She wiggled her hips encouragingly and returned to her eager munching at her girl friend's cunt. She ran her finger inside, up into the hole, at the same time locating the hard nub of her clit and sucking on it, drawing it out of its slippery sheath and drawing it between her teeth. She was rewarded by a welling of moisture inside Joanne's cunt, wetting her seeking finger.
She transferred her mouth quickly, replacing finger with tongue, drinking in the moisture avidly.
"Suck on my clit some more," Joanne begged. "That makes me go wild when you do that, just like that ... oh yes!" She shivered with lust as her friend's mouth clamped on her clit again, and paddled in Vicky's cunt, looking for hers. She drew it out, rolling it between her fingers, then lowered her head again and sucked it into her mouth, drawing strongly as the tiny cock tried to escape.
Vicky was coming. She knew her moisture was flooding her friend's face, drenching her mouth, and she sucked harder, eager for a similar flood in her mouth. She felt her body jar out of control, twisting and jumping under Joanne's mouth. She clung on grimly, never letting go of the red head's cunt as waves of orgasm shot through her. Vicky's hands reached behind, under her friend's ass, clawing at the cushiony buttocks as she strove to bring the girl to orgasm.
"Come on, Jo, come for me, please, I wanta drink your come," Vicky murmured to herself, sucking desperately on the red head's cunt. She could feel it trembling under her mouth, but the sudden rush of fluid eluded her. She bent to her task, her own orgasm still fluttering within her, the most important thing in the world now to make the other girl come.
Joanne was just on the verge. She could feel the spasms of orgasms tingling in her groin, and she jammed her cunt into Vicky's face, trying desperately to go over the brink. She sucked in the unending stream of Vicky's juices, envying her friend's ability to come at a moment's notice, trying to catch the ragged edges of climax she could feel so near, so near ... With a hoarse cry, her hips arched and she felt the releasing flood sweep her, making her legs clamp around Vicky's neck, forcing her face into the streaming pit of her overflowing cunt.
As Vicky tasted Joanne's come, she convulsed again, agonizing waves of lust sweeping her. It was beautiful, wonderful, delicious-she drank deeply, clawing at the redhead's creamy buttocks, raising the dripping cunt to her mouth, drinking, drinking....
"Charming. Really charming. I congratulate you," a strange voice said. Both girls looked up, dazed by their passion, and saw Al and a strange man. The strange man was leering at them, rubbing his hands together.
"A real redhead and a lovely little blonde," the man said thickly. "Lovely pair. How old did you say they were, my dear man? Fourteen? Fifteen? Cherry?"
"No, but they've just been broken in," Al replied. "Either one'll show you a fantastic time. Ronnie, that's the blonde, is a great little cocksucker, and Josie has a cunt you won't believe. Sweetest little pussy I ever seen."
"Well, I think I'll try the little blonde," the man said affably. "Maybe next time I'll take both of them, they seem to work well in a pair." He chuckled lewdly and stood up, motioning to Vicky.
Vicky bounced up, sending a look of triumph at Joanne. She pulled on her blouse and pants quickly and went over to the man, sliding her arms around him.
"Oooo, I can feel it hard already," she purred, rubbing against him. "Let's go, daddy, I can hardly wait to get that big thing in my mouth." She and the man walked out of the door.
Joanne sat on the bed, lonely. Al chuckled at her expression and patted her head. "Joe'll be back in a minute, honey, with a guy for you. Don't worry, there'll be plenty for both of you." He looked at her longingly. "Wish I could sample you a little right now, honey, but I guess we better wait." He patted the girl and withdrew, leaving her alone in the room.
Joanne looked up in amazement. Joe walked into the room alone.
"What's wrong?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Sssh," he cautioned. "Where's Vicky?"
"With a customer," Joanne said bitterly. "Don't you have one for me?"
"Shit," Joe said explosively. "I got two. You think you can handle both of them? They wanted two girls, but maybe they'll settle for one."
"How much?" Joanne asked, breathing hard.
"Sixty?" asked Joe. "That's if you fuck both of them. That's regular rate for two guys, but you can move them out faster like this."
"I'm in no hurry," Joanne said. "Send them in.
And don't worry, I can do it." A determined look was in her eyes, and Joe shrugged and opened the door.
"I'll send them in. Just-be careful, honey. If they get rough, yell. I'll be outside." He disappeared.
Two men walked in and Joanne's heart sank. They were heavyset and rough-looking and they eyed her lustfully. She tried to smile, her lips quivering.
"Hi, honey," one man said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Ready to give us a good time?"
"Yes, sir," Joanne said nervously. She shrank back slightly as the men approached her, stripping off their clothing. Her eyes fixed on their cocks. They were huge. One man climbed on the bed with her, running his hands over her breasts casually, as if feeling a mare for sale.
"Good tits," he said professionally, bending his head and suckling her roughly.
The other man pulled her legs apart and peered into her cunt. "Looks like she's been amusing herself waiting for us," he said, running a finger inside her. "Wet. You wash between guys, don'tcha?"
Paralyzed, Joanne nodded, realized he couldn't see her, and croaked "Yessir."
"Cut the 'sir' shit," the first man grunted. "I'm John, and this here's Fred. Loosen up, baby, you're tight." He massaged her breasts briefly and rolled onto his side. "You first, Fred. Warm her up for me. I hate cold cunt."
Fred opened her cunt roughly and jammed two fingers in, twisting cruelly. "Tight as hell," he commented briefly, and climbed aboard, holding his cock in his fist like a weapon. Joanne closed her eyes, shivering with fear. Her cunt felt dry and tight, her earlier pleasure forgotten. Despairingly, she wondered if it were worth it or not.
Fred plunged into her, breathing heavily. "God, you CHERRY?" he asked in amazement. "Feels like it."
"No, sir," Joanne quaved. The man's huge cock was tearing her apart, and she struggled to hold back her tears. She didn't believe how different this was than Al. Al had hurt, sure, but he had handled her expertly. This man was just plunging in and out, his dick slicing into her tender membranes.
"I said cut the 'sir' shit," John said briefly from beside her. He reached out a heavy hand and slapped her suddenly. "Now loosen up your ass and give Fred a good fuck or we ain't paying a dime."
Joanne gasped in humiliation and pain and tried to comply, lifting her hips obligingly, feeling a tiny thread of response. Fred plowed on, oblivious, his meaty hands grabbing at her tits, his breath blowing in her face. She rolled her head aside and met John's cold eyes.
"I mean it, sister," he sneered softly. "That guy told us he had a pair of real hot young fillies. We had to settle for one, but it better be good, or else."
Joanne tried to respond, but it was impossible. Suddenly the man Fred stopped his strokes and climbed off. "Shit, it's like fucking a corpse," he said disgustedly. "Roll over."
Joanne stared. "Roll over," the man repeated, hitting her across the mouth. Joanne nodded numbly and rolled over. In a daze, she felt him part her asscheeks and feel between them.
"If it's gonna be like that, I may as well cornhole her," he chuckled. "Know I'll get some action this way."
Joanne didn't move. She was scared to move. Scared to scream, like Joe had suggested. Maybe they'd kill me, she thought vaguely. The man had located her asshole now and was forcing a finger inside. Suddenly, the full horror of what was about to happen hit her.
"No! OH NO! Please DON'T," she cried softly. "Not THAT!"
"Toldya I'd get some action this way," Fred chuckled. "Hold on, baby, this is gonna hurt like hell. But ya didn't want me in your cunt, so it's all your fault. Maybe next time you'll be a bit more hospitable to your clients!" He stuck his swollen cockhead to the entrance to her anus and pressed.
"Hell, you gonna do it dry?" John asked. "You'll kill her."
"Naw, she'll live. Maybe have a sore ass for a week, but she'll live. And I wanta give her something to remember us by. Why don'tcha make her suck you off while I fuck her ass?"
"I'm gonna watch it go in," John answered. "I don't think she can take it." He settled back.
"Watch this!" boasted Fred. His cock head was just inside the ring of muscle now, and his muscles bulged as he prepared to skewer her. With a mighty plunge, he rammed his prick hime in the hot dark anal passage, ripping into her.
"Goddam, John, you should feel it! Tightest ass! Goddamn I ain't ever felt nothing like this!" Fred exulted, drawing back for another stroke. His penis emerged, covered with dark slime and blood.
"She's bleeding!" John said excitedly. "Fuck her ass, man, fuck her til she faints."
Joanne thought she had died. She had never imagined pain like this before. The man's prick felt like a red hot poker, disemboweling her. Her entire ass was on fire, pain waves radiating out from the ravaged hole. She moaned weakly, slumped forward.
"Loosen up and it won't hurt so much," Fred advised. "Make like you're gonna take a crap. Come on, honey, it ain't that bad." So saying, he began a steady plunging in her bleeding asshole, squeezing her buttocks with his fingers.
"I'm gonna fuck her mouth now," John announced, kneeling in front of the girl. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to receive his swollen cock.
"Hurry up, I'm about to come," Fred grunted. "A few more strokes and I'll bethere."
Joanne opened her mouth obediently, receiving John's cock. She was beyond resistance. She felt like a used rag as the two men pummeled into her, flailing their dicks in and out of her two ends. Her lips closed automatically around John's rod, sucking it, and he grabbed her head exultingly.
"She's sucking it, the little bitch," he raved. "That's it, honey, suck old John's cock! Make me come!"
Suddenly, Joanne felt her body responding to the unnatural treatment. Her ass grew warmer, lifting to meet Fred's strokes. She writhed inwardly, humiliated that she was actually enjoying this, telling herself it was impossible to enjoy such a thing. But her treacherous body pumped eagerly back against the man's thrusts, welcoming the cruel invader, opening her bowels for it.
"That's it! She's fucking me back!" Fred crowed. "I knew she'd love it! Fuck me, baby! Move that ass! Use your muscles and make me come!" He rammed his swollen cock in and out of her silken ass, feeling the tight hot vise of her ass hole clenching his dick. "I'm gonna come, honey. I'm gonna fill up your asshole with cream! Hold on, sugar, here it comes!"
Joanne bucked as the first hot rush of sperm splashed into her battered asshole, soothing the ravaged flesh and triggering her orgasm. At the same moment, the cock in her mouth spewed, and she gulped down the thick stuff with delight, sucking it down like milk. She felt like there were pricks coming in her everywhere, filling her to the brim with sperm, and she loved it!
John withdrew from her mouth, falling weakly back on the bed. "Wow, that was real fine," he muttered, patting the girl on the head. Good little cocksucker."
Fred pulled his softening prick from the girl's ass hole with a plop. Joanne slumped forward, mingled blood and sperm flowing down her thighs. "Yeah, real good, honey. I think we should give her a little extra, huh, John?"
"Yeah. And we'll be back, honey. I want that ass next time," John said. He threw a ten at the girl's prone figure. Joanne didn't move. She just lay there, cursing her body for responding as it had. But deep inside her, a spark of pride made her lift her head and smile at the two men.
"Anytime, gentlemen," Joanne said seductively. "I love it. Anytime you want your cock sucked or fucked, just let me know. I'm a whore and I love it."
"Well, that's good, baby, it's nice to enjoy your work," Fred said uneasily. He and John got dressed quickly and left. "See ya around."
Joanne burst into wild laughter. She laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks. Joe burst into the room, staring.
"Did they hurt you? Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, never better," Joanne babbled. "I'm just wonderful. I'm a whore, a whore, a WHORE!" She laughed harder as Vicky and Al crowded the room. "And I made an extra ten dollars 'cause I'm a good whore!' " Laughing even harder, Joanne collapsed on the bed as the other three stared at her.
CHAPTER NINE
"But what did he do to you?" Vicky asked, sitting on the bed beside Joanne.
"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have let you handle those two alone," Joe said.
Vicky shook her friend. "Come on, Jo, tell me what he did. Did he hit you or what?" An avid light was in Vicky's blue eyes as she questioned the girl persistently.
"One of them did it to me in the ass," Joanne finally said.
"In the ass? You mean he fucked you in the ass?" Vicky said. "Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurt," Joanne said coolly. "But I got extra for it. And they said they'd ask for me again." She smiled at the blonde girl superciliously. Her ass still hurt, but she felt a lot better now. And the jealousy in Vicky's eyes was balm to her. "You've never been screwed in the ass, have you? Try it sometime."
Vicky pouted. "How come you didn't give those guys to me?"
"I was here first. And all I got was that creep who just wanted a blow job. I didn't even get laid."
"Well, he chose you," Al said pointedly.
"Yeah, that's true," Vicky conceded. "But still."
"Hey, Jo, you're a three way girl now," Joe said suddenly, oblivious to the byplay. "You should've gotten a lot more for the corn holing. Now we can tell the guys that it's an extra twenty. I didn't even think of that." He drew Joanne down beside him, rubbing her head affectionately.
"Goddamn it!" Vicky shouted. She glared around furiously. "I can do it, too. Anything that bitch can do I can do. Whose idea was this, anyway?" She gasped as Al suddenly grabbed her by the hair.
"Mine, sweetie, and don'tcha forget it. I don't wanta hear any more of this crap, or I'll toss you out on your ass," Al warned. "You wanta get screwed in the ass? I'll screw you in the ass!"
"Fuck you, you bastard," Vicky snarled. "I've had it with this shit. I can do better on my own. Let go of me, or I'll scream the place down."
"Go ahead, sweetie, just go right ahead," Al muttered. He wrapped his hand in the girl's hair, twisting the curls roughly.
"I'll call the pigs, I swear I will! You guys'll go to jail for whatcha done to me!" Vicky threatened angrily.
"Yeah, sugar, and your Mom'll have you in a detention home after I show her my insurance," Al said. "Show her the pictures, Joe, and show 'em to Josie while you're at it. I don't want to have to go through this crap again."
Joe reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a sheath of pictures, fanning them in front of the girls. The depicted the two girls in a variety of positions-eating each other, their heads buried in each other's cunts, and fucking and sucking Joe and Al. There was even one of Joanne collapsed on the bed, Fred just pulling his prick from her ass.
"You prick!" Vicky spat. She looked at the pictures closely-it was very obvious in each picture that the girl in question was enjoying herself thoroughly. She could just see her mother if the older woman ever saw these-she'd be stuck in a detention home for the rest of her life. Joanne too seemed equally horrified.
"I didn't say anything," Joanne bleated. "I'm happy with you guys, I wouldn't tell! Really!"
Vicky looked at her friend in disgust. "Sniveling ninny," she said angrily. Suddenly her head snapped back as Al slapped her.
"Okay, lady, that does it. I've had enough of your shit," the man grunted. "Help me, Joe. She wants to get fucked in the ass so bad, we'll do it for her." He rolled the girl over on her stomach, holding her down firmly. Vicky kicked out violently. "Hold her legs, man!"
Joe swung over and pinioned Vicky's legs together, holding her firm while Al stripped her. Vicky yelled. "Shut her up, Josie. Sit on her head or something."
Joanne hesitated. "Well, go on, or do you want some more cornholing?" Joanne shook her head mutely and put her hand over her friend's mouth, pulling it away instantly.
"She bit me! Goddamn bitch!" Joanne said viciously. She grabbed the back of Vicky's head and pushed her face into the bed, stifling her screams. "You wouldn't help me," she whispered. "And I ain't going to help you."
"Good girl," Al commented briefly. He was undressed now, stroking his penis gently in his fingers. "Spread her asscheeks, Joe," he commanded. He spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva over his rod, greasing it.
"They did me dry," Joanne offered, her eyes gleaming.
"Yeah, well, I don't wanta put her out of commission. We're gonna bring some more guys in in a while," Al answered. He approached the prone girl and ran his hand over her buttocks approvingly.
Joe spread the cheeks of Vicky's ass, revealing the tiny puckered rose of her anus. "There you go, buddy," he offered.
"Rim it a little for me, Joe. Get it nice and juicy," Al said. He was jerking his prick between thumb and forefinger, getting it hard. "I don't wanta scrape my cock!" He laughed.
Vicky struggled feebly. She could scarcely breathe, her head smashed into the pillow, and her legs were pinioned firmly. She suddenly felt something warm and wet on her ass hole and she squirmed away, then relaxed. He anger was fading as she realized that there was nothing she could do.
"That a girl. Just relax and enjoy it," Joe chuckled, bending his head again. He licked briefly at her satiny asscheeks, tonguing around the hole. It didn't taste bad at all, he decided. Kind of a dank taste, but not bad. He formed his tongue into a hard cone and stuck the tip in the girl's anus, twirling it around. Suddenly, her hips bucked up against his face, sending his tongue all the way in.
"Get it on, honey," Al chuckled. He was stroking his cock rapidly now, running his flying fingers up and down the hard shaft. "This is gonna be great. You'll love it," he promised.
Joe sucked at the girl's asshole, his tongue deep inside. He slipped his hand between the girl's thighs, feeling for her cunt.
"She's wet," he commented, raising his head. His fingers paddled in Vicky's cunt, tweaking her clit. He groped around, moistening his fingers in cunt juice, then transferred them to her ass hole, greasing her good with pussy juice.
"Good," Al said briefly. "I'm gonna fuck her now." He knelt behind the girl, gripping her asscheeks firmly, positioning his cock at the opening. "Here we go, baby, down the dirt road. Hold on." He fit the swollen head of his cock against the tiny opening and pressed slightly. The head went in a little ways and stopped, held by the tight ring of muscles.
"Wow, it's HOT in here," Al said excitedly. He shifted his weight, steadying himself, and inched forward, sinking his shaft into the tight hole.
Vicky lay motionless. Her ass felt warm and excited, moistened by Joe's tongue. She had really liked that. She wiggled encouragingly, pushing back. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her as Al's penis began its inexorable descent. She drew back.
"Hold her, Joe!" Al said tensely, feeling the resistance. "I'm going all the way in." He tensed his muscles and drove forward, thrusting firmly into the girl's hot ass hole, feeling the membranes give and tear before his assault.
"NNNNGGGG! NNNNOOOO!" Vicky suddenly screamed, tearing her face loose from the pillow, evading Joanne's grip. "PLEASE! IT HURTS! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEE!"
Pain wrenched through Vicky's body, radiating out from her ass hole. She thrashed wildly, her earlier pleasure forgotten. Nothing was real but the tearing agony in her butt. She gasped as Joanne grabbed her head viciously, pushing it back into the pillow.
Al slammed home, past the resisting muscles, ignoring the girl's screams. Finally he was all the way in, his balls pressing against her buttocks. He stopped for a minute, soaking.
"Hot as shit," he muttered again. "And tight ... Jeez!" He ran his fingers over the girl's ass, marveling that his prick was buried inside that tiny hole.
"Fuck her, Al," Joe muttered hoarsely. He was watching closely, his eyes gleaming. "Betcha it feels good in there."
Al grunted in answer, drawing his prick halfway out, then slamming it home again. "Best I ever felt. Tight and hot."
Vicky slowly felt her ravaged ass loosen under the steady stroking. It was numb now, punished membranes refusing to feel any more pain. She still flopped feebly, trying to escape, but gradually the numbness was giving way to a pervading warmth. Joe's hand slid between her legs again, feeling her pussy, and all at once her juices began to flow, bathing his hand. He tweaked her clit roughly, sending a twinge of pain through her, and she wiggled under his hand, pain blending into a pleasure so intense she felt like her body was falling apart. Her ass lifted, slamming back against Al's prick, and she trembled under the assault.
"Goddamn cunt! She loves it!" Joe cried. "Fuck her, Al! Fuck her ass hard!" He jammed two fingers up the wet cunt, fucking her brutally. Suddenly he had an idea. He pushed Joanne aside, sliding under Vicky, pulling her atop him. He spread her cunt with his fingers, and replaced them with his cock, fucking up into her.
Al scarcely noticed what was going on. He was completely involved in the tight exciting vise his prick was ripping into. His hips slammed back and forth, sending his cock into the velvety vise of flesh. His fingers closed convulsively on the girl's satiny ass as he rammed home, his balls slapping against her with a wet sound. It was drier in her asshole than a cunt, but the tight hotness made up for it. Suddenly, he noticed that Joe was underneath the girl.
"You gonna fuck her cunt?" Al asked hoarsely. He slowed his strokes slightly, holding Vicky's bouncing ass firm.
"Yeah," Joe grunted. "Jeez, I can feel your cock in her ass!" He thrust upwards suddenly, sheathing his penis in Vicky's cunt. "I can feel your cock right through the membrane!"
Vicky lay perfectly still. She was stuffed with cock, both apertures filled to the brim. She moaned in excitement, the idea turning her on as much as the feeling. "Fuck me, guys," she begged. "Do whatever you want with me. Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck anything, just fuck me hard and fast! I love it!"
The two men began to stroke in and out simultaneously, their pricks moving in and out in unison. They could feel each other's dicks deep inside the girl, only separated by the thin membrane, and both shivered with lust, their strokes speeding up. Vicky slid back and forth between them, her cunt gripping wildly at Joe's cock, Al's nestled deep in her ass.
"Fuck her Joe!" Al yelled.
"I am, man! I'm deep in her fucking cunt! Fuck her ass! She's hot as a pistol! Goddamn, what a hot little bitch!" Joe's voice rose, breaking in excitement as the lewdness of the scene came to him. His hips rose and fell strongly, cleaving the girl's cunt, sloshing through her wet pussy.
Joanne was watching in utter amazement. Vicky was sandwiched between the two men, her slender body almost hidden, but she could tell from her groans of passion that the girl was digging it. A stab of jealousy went through her, followed by a throb of answering lust. Her hand fell to her cunt-it was wet, crying out for attention. She wondered wildly what to do. Both men's cocks were fully occupied....
Suddenly, Joanne squatted over Joe's face, pushing Vicky aside.
"Suck me," she begged. "Suck my cunt while you fuck Vicky."
Joe looked up, straight into a red fringed cunt, hovering over his face. "Sit on my face," he instructed. "I'll eat you, baby." His tongue snaked out, meeting the dripping wound of the girl's twat as she settled on his face with a sigh. He munched happily.
"Beautiful, beautiful," groaned Al. He was incredibly turned on. He had seen Joanne sit on Joe's face, and he knew the other man was eating her out while he fucked Vicky, while he rammed home in Vicky's ass. The extreme lewdness of the situation burned into his brain, a red mist engulfing him. "Cunt! Cock! Fuck! Suck!" he yelled suddenly. The whole world was a never ending stream of cunt and cock, fucking and sucking, everyone extracting and giving pleasure! He thrust his cock in and out, smelling the steam of sex hanging in the air, beside himself with excitement.
Vicky was coming, her battered body convulsing under the double assault. She wished she had a million holes all filled with cock! She could feel the two inside her, and she wanted more! Waves or orgasm washed over her, leaving her limp and shaking, and still the men pounded on, and her body responded again and again. She wished it would never end, that this was eternity.
Suddenly Al began to shake, his balls lifting and tightening as the urge to climax rose in him. He grabbed at Vicky's ass blindly, then began slapping her across it, his hands leaving red prints on her smooth flesh. He stared at them, wondering what had come over him, then hit harder and harder as his climax washed over him.
'I'M COMING! EST YOUR ASS! BITCH! CUNT!! I'M FUCKING YOUR ASS! I'M COMING IN YOUR ASS HOLE!" the man yelled frantically, slapping the girl rhythmically. She spasmed under him, her ass bouncing with the force of his blows, and his cock spurted wildly, somewhere in the depths of her bowels, filling her with his sperm.
Vicky shuddered as Al hit her. Her orgasm peaked and burst around her in a thousand stars as the man's blows triggered her off. She knew this was the end-nothing more could happen, this was the epitome of existence, this coming under a man's cock, her whole body trembling from his blows, her cunt convulsing under another cock! She screamed, a shrill, piercing scream.
"In my ass! He's coming in my ass! In my cunt! OH GOD! I'M COMING! EVERYWHERE! FUCK MEEEEE!!!"
As Joe felt Vicky's cunt close around his cock with the force of orgasm, his own climax hit him. Grunting into the depths of Joanne's cunt, he sucked valiantly as his prick spasmed and spurted, spewing forth gobs of hot come into Vicky's cunt. He ground his teeth into the hot twat in his face, and it gushed in his face as Joanne climaxed, grinding her wet cunt in his face.
The two girls were both screaming as thenorgasms hit them. Joanne collapsed forward onto Vicky's back, her red head brushing her friend's sweaty ass. Al collapsed forward on top of the two girls, his prick slipping out sideways, trailing semen and slime, mixed with blood.
"Jesus, I don't believe it," Al muttered, looking at the four tangled bodies. They all lay in a pile, moaning faintly and gasping, drained of lust. For the moment.
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, back to business," Al said. The four were still lying on the bed in attitudes on languor.
"Jeez, Al, I'm worn out," Vicky said, laughing slightly. "I don't think I'd be much good for anything." She rubbed her ass regretfully.
"Me, neither," Joanne agreed. "That last time just kinda took it all out of me. 'Course, I'll do anything you guys want," she concluded rapidly, not particularly wanting to get them mad.
"Oh, let's knock off for today," Joe said. "Well hafta learn to be more careful of the merchandise, Al." He laughed.
"Yeah," Al said reluctantly. "Well, tomorrow well start earlier ... right after school. You gals know any other chicks who might be interested?" He surveyed the two hopefully. "Maybe a brunette?"
Vicky and Joanne exchanged glances. "Yeah, maybe," Vicky said. "But this chick, well, we'll just hafta turn her over to you guys cold. I almost blew it recruiting Jo, and Sally ... well, if I said a word to her about it, she'd come over like a prude."
"Yeah," Joanne agreed sleepily. "But she'd dig it once she got going. Sally's a real hot number, Chad told me so. But she doesn't want anybody to know about it. I mean, shell talk to other chicks about making out and all, but not much."
"Well, just tell her you chicks wanta go to the beach and hitch a ride at the same bench," Al said. "Well pick you up."
"Maybe we can get her stoned at school," Joanne said. "We used to smoke in the John between classes. You guys got any weed left?"
"A little," Joe said. "But don't waste it-I got this from my son. He gave it to me to try to loosen me up a little. He thinks I'm a real square." He handed Joanne the bag of grass.
"I'll score us some more," Joanne said confidentially. "From Chad or somebody. I may hafta put out a little for it, but who the hell cares about that anymore? If only Chad wasn't so young."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Vicky commiserated. "You know Tommy? I fucked him the other day and he came in two strokes. Just got going and pow! And then had the nerve to tell me know much he loved me!" She spat derisively.
Al and Joe listened to the girls, exchanging glances. "You mean you'd really rather have guys like us?" Joe said. He sucked in his gut a little, preening.
"Shit, you guys fuck good and pay," Vicky laughed. "One of you, maybe isn't enough, but two ... shit, those kids can't hold a candle to you. And they give you hamburgers."
"Okay, okay. So you think you can get this chick, huh," Al said, returning to the main subject.
"Sure. But it's up to you guys," Vicky warned. "And why don'tcha get a couple more rooms so Jo and I can make a little bread while you break her in? Maybe with connecting doors so we can watch." She shivered in anticipation.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Joe said approvingly. "I know plenty of guys who'd pay plenty to watch some chick lose her cherry while they had another girl working on them. Fifty, maybe seventy-five," he continued, his eyes lighting up. "You're a smart little cookie, Vicky. We're really gonna go places."
"I don't know why we couldn't have had Chad or somebody take us," Sally complained. "I don't like to hitch rides. Some weirdo might pick us up."
The three girls were sitting on the bench. Vicky stretched languidly. Her whole body felt warm and excited with the prospect of the afternoon before them.
"Well, go home then" Joanne said briefly. "Chad and I are breaking up. I don't have much time for him any more."
"Joanne Smythe! You're a liar! Why I saw you and him in the locker room today," Sally said accusingly. "That didn't look like you were breaking up!"
"I was just scoring some weed," Joanne said coolly. "Where'd you think I got that stuff we smoked?"
"Well, I'm certainly glad I don't have to do things like you do to get stoned," Sally said virtuously.
"You smoked it, didn't you?" Vicky snapped. "And don't come over the holy innocent with me. I know all about you and Tommy. He told me today. And he said you weren't much good at it, either." She smiled condescendingly at Sally, who was having a fit.
"I'm not going to listen to your filth any longer," Sally said, standing up. "You're just as bad as Rhinda! I don't know what's happened to you lately."
"Aw, pipe down. Vicky didn't mean anything," Joanne said, sending a warning glance at Vicky.
"Yeah, just teasing," Vicky murmured. "Hey, here's a ride. Come on." She stood up as Al's car stopped beside them.
"Grass didn't do much good," Vicky whispered to Al as she climbed in. "Good luck."
Sally held back, surveying the two men in the car, then climbed in reluctantly. Joanne slid in beside her quickly, pushing her over next to Joe.
"Where to, ladies," Al asked courteously, driving off.
"Beach," Vicky said laconically. She settled back in her seat, her heart beating wildly. "How're ya gonna do it?" She whispered.
"Ssshhh," Al cautioned. "Leave it to Joe."
Sally settled back in her seat nervously. She could feel the man's body pressing against hers, and she wiggled irritably.
"Hey, Al, I left my wallet at the motel," Joe said suddenly.
"Okay, I'll swing by," Al replied.
"Hey," said Sally uneasily.
"It's on the way, honey," Joe said reassuringly. "Maybe you ladies'd like a drink or something before you go to the beach?"
"Jesus H. Crist, Sally," Joanne said. "Yes, we'd love one.
"Well I wouldn't," Sally continued.
"What's wrong with you?" Joanne whispered. "These are gentlemen. Nothing's gonna happen, and I'd like a drink." The car pulled up at the motel and everyone got out except for Sally.
"I'll wait here," Sally said, scrunching down in the seat.
"Get out," Vicky said softly, a note of menace in her voice. "Or I'll tell my Mom you made me hitch hike with you, and then she'll tell your mom, and you've had it. I mean it. And she'll believe me, too ... sweet little Vicky." Vicky mimicked Sally's mother's voice perfectly, and Sally got out. Her mother was always holding Vicky up to her as a perfect example.
"If anything happens," Sally muttered, as she stood beside the car.
"Nothing's gonna happen. Don't be stupid," Joanne hissed, walking calmly into the motel room.
"Oh, damn! We're outta Scotch," Al said, slapping his forehead. "Anybody wanta come with me to get it? Just be a minute."
"Yeah, I'll go," Vicky said coolly. "You chicks stay here. I wanta get some cokes." She and Al walked outside again.
"Well, honey, why don't you run get some ice," Joe said, winking at Joanne. "I'll keep your friend company." Joanne picked up the ice bucket and walked out of the room.
"Hey, what's going on?" Sally asked furiously. She stalked over to the door and rattle the handle, finding it locked. "What kind of door is this, anyway?"
"Relax, baby. What's your name?" Joe said quietly.
"None of your business," Sally snapped. "I'm leaving."
"How're you gonna do that?" asked Joe with interest. "I locked the door, and I got the key." He held the key up and grinned as the dark-haired girl ran over to him, grabbing. "Easy, honey," he murmured, encircling her wrists with his hands and pulling her against him.
"Leggo!" screamed Sally. "What's going on? You're CRAZY!" She struggled wildly, but the man pulled her firmly against him, her beating fists pounding harmlessly against his chest. She could feel his penis hard against her stomach, and she shut her eyes dizzily.
"Easy, baby, easy. Just relax. Old Joe'll be good to you," Joe muttered, his hands stroking the girl strongly.
"She's right next door, honey, but she ain't gonna help you," Joe chuckled. "She's probably busy now."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sally wailed. She realized that the man had unbuttoned her shirt and was bearing her inexorably towards the bed. "You're gonna rape me!"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Joe admitted. "You know how the saying goes, honey. Relax and enjoy it." He pushed the girl down on the bed, pulling her jeans down her legs in one motion and unzipping his pants.
Sally squirmed back, looking around wildly for something to brain the man with. Crazy, he's crazy, she thought wildly. And what did he mean about Jo? The whole thing's crazy. I must be stoned, but I didn't smoke that much ... Her wild thoughts stopped abruptly as the man grabbed her cunt, opening it, and rammed his forefinger inside it, screwing it around viciously.
"Feel good?" he asked, grinning lewdly.
"No! It feels awful!" Sally cried, pulling away.
"Maybe this'll feel better," Joe continued, taking his hard penis in one hand and inserting it in her dry cunt. "Dry as a bone," he muttered. "Bet you're cherry, aren't you?"
"Yes! Let me go!" Sally wailed piteously.
Joe knelt between the girl's legs suddenly, pulling his penis out and inserting his tongue. "Gonna save it for a customer," he mumbled. "Don't like cherry, anyway." He buried his mouth in the girl's twat, munching enthusiastically.
Sally was in a state of shock. First the man was about to rape her, now he was eating at her pussy like an animal! She wriggled, sure that this was a horrible, perverted thing for him to be doing, but aware of a spreading glow of warmth in her groin.
"No, no, don't," she pleaded, but her voice was faint. Her legs opened involuntarily, making way for the man's head. She could feel her insides getting all loose and squirmy, just like when her boyfriend played with her ... but he'd never done anything like this! This was awful ... filthy ... The girl moaned, her legs twining around Joe's head, pulling him closer.
"There, isn't she lovely?" Al whispered, softly opening the door. "And cherry. Guaranteed cherry. He's just breaking her in a little, loosening her up, y'know?"
"Yeah," the man with him breathed. "Okay, buddy, but if she ain't cherry, I want my money back."
"She is, she is," Al said, pushing the man in. "But hurry or she won't be!" He wished he could have warned Joe beforehand not to mess with her cherry, but he hadn't thought about it. Until this guy-a real windfall! Al rubbed his hands together and backed out of the room through the connecting door, leaving it open a crack.
"What's going on?" Vicky asked. "He fucked her yet?"
"Joe's eating her out," Al replied distractedly. "I just sent a guy in to take her cherry."
"Where's Jo?"
"She's next door with this guy's friend. I told her to warm him up a little and then bring him here to watch the show. We're getting five hundred for this caper, baby."
"What am I supposed to do?" asked Vicky, disappointed.
"Right now, shut up and watch the show with me," Al snapped. "Come-here." He settled himself in a chair beside the partially open door, pulling Vicky to him and fumbling at her tits. "Lookit that, sugar," he said hoarsely. "Joe's really sucking that pussy good. She's grabbing his head and pulling his tongue into her."
Vicky settled onto Al's lap, his hand cupped around her tits. "Let me, hon," she whispered, unzipping his trousers and freeing his hard penis. Her hands played with it nervously, her eyes glued to the scene next door.
The strange man was quietly divesting himself of his trousers, licking his lips in anticipation. His rock hard dick stuck straight up, the head waving menacingly. He drew near the pair on the bed and tapped Joe's shoulder. Joe looked up, grinned, and moved aside, motioning the man.
"She's ready for ya, buddy," Joe whispered. "Tastes great, if ya wanta eat some."
"Naw. I'm gonna bust her cherry," the man said hoarsely. "What a little beauty!" He put his meaty hands on Sally's wet cunt and thrust his finger in firmly.
Sally's eyes popped open. The delightful sensation of Joe's tongue was gone, replaced by a hard stick that probed her cruelly. "What?" she said, struggling to sit up.
"Easy, baby," Joe murmured. Sally stared at him in horror.
"Who's that? What's going ON?" she cried, struggling.
"Hold her still, can'tcha?" the strange man said sharply. He was probing into Sally's cunt with two fingers, opening her wide. He took his thick dick between two fingers and poised it at the entrance to her cunt, fitting the head in the swollen aperture.
"Calm down," Joe murmured, gripping the girl firmly. He looked at her appraisingly and made his decision. "You mind if I fuck her mouth?" he asked the man casually.
"Hell, no, just keep her quiet," the man said hoarsely.
Joe swung aboard without another word, sinking his hard rod into Sally's gaping mouth. Her eyes bulged in shock as the full length of his cock slid down her throat, and she choked.
"Suck it," Joe hissed. "And no funny stuff or I'll fix your face for you. Just nice and slow, baby." He settled his weight on his knees, rocking back and forth as he slowly fucked into the girl's mouth.
"Beautiful," Al whispered. "Look at that, Vicky! He's squatting on her face, making her suck his cock while the other guy takes her cherry!" He pulled Vicky firmly against him, his fingers sinking deep into her luscious pussy. She wriggled happily against him, bouncing up and down on his hand.
"Wow," Vicky breathed. "Feel me up, honey! I'm horny as hell just watching this shit!" She stroked his penis firmly.
"Now," the strange man grated between his teeth. "I'm gonna take your cherry, baby! Hold on for a ride." He drew back his hips, tensing his muscles, then drove forward, cleaving her cunt in one stroke. Sally's body bucked wildly under the force of the blow, her knees crumpling as the man pounded into her. Whatever screams she may have made were muffled by Joe's cock in her mouth, but the movement of her battered body was more eloquent than words!
"He's in! Al said excitedly. "Oh, honey! Suck me, Vicky! I gotta come! I can't stand it!" He pushed Vicky to the floor, cramming his penis into her mouth, hunching violently into her face. "Oh! SUCK IT! He's fucking her for real now! And Joe's fucking into her face like you never seen! I don't know how she can breathe! JEEZ! SUCK ME! I'M GONNA COME! Oh, God! She's movin' now, fuckin' back at him! Oh, HOLY SHIT! OH! OH! OH! I'M COMING!" Al slammed forward with a wild groan, shoving his spurting penis down Vicky's throat, grabbing at her head with his hands, almost standing up as the force of his orgasm hit him. Vicky drank his sperm eagerly, her free hand working busily on her one body, her ears full of the wild sounds from the next room, her mouth working frantically!
"Hey, what's happening?" Joanne said, walking in, a dazed-looking man at her heels. She surveyed the scene knowingly, then peered through the open door, her eyes widening. "Come here. Charlie! Look at this! Your buddy's taking her cherry, wanta see?"
Joanne and Charlie leaned close to the door, against Al and Vicky.
"Goddamn," Charlie said. He ran his hand over Joanne, then grabbed her hand. "Let's go, honey," he cried, pulling her into the next room. "Let's join the action!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The two couples, Al and Vicky, Joanne and Charlie, jostled onto the bed, falling on top of Joe, Sally, and the other man, George, in a tangled pile.
Oh, my God," mumbled Sally, her mouth full of Joe's cock. Her body was on fire, her newly awakened cunt clutching spastically at George's prick, which was still firmly prodding in her. Blood ran down her legs as she wiggled under the assault. The pile of bodies hardly interrupted George at all-he glanced around and continued fucking, his powerful hips flailing.
Vicky fell back on the bed, laughing wildly. "Wow! Fantastic!" she shouted, disengaging Charlie from Joanne's grip and pulling him on top of her. "Fuck me, honey! Put that big prick in me, and let's go!" Charlie, nothing loath, sank his cock into her cunt and began fucking lustily.
Joanne looked around and grabbed Al's semi-hard cock, stuffing it eagerly between her lips and swinging her ass over his mouth in the sixty-nine position. Everyone fucked and sucked busily for a moment, the air broken with the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of mouth sucking at cock, of tongue slurping cunt. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, an almost tangible miasma.
"Yes, that's it! Fuck my cunt!" a shrill young voice cried. Vicky lifted her hips welcomingly, her slender body bathed in sweat.
"Eat me, baby! Suck me!" groaned Joanne, her voice muffled.
"Ah, yes, honey baby, that tastes great," answered Al, his tongue enmeshed in pussy, flicking wildly at the button of her clit.
"Suck my prick, sugar! Take it all!" groaned Joe, sending his turgid shaft deep into Sally's throat. "Eat it!"
"Your pussy's burning me up! Fuck me!" screamed Charlie.
"Come on, baby doll, come for me!" begged George, his legs quivering as he pumped steadily into Sally's bleeding twat.
"Fuck!"
"Suck me!"
"Eat me!"
"Cunt!" Charlie cried. "Cock!"
"Fuck, suck, fuck me, fuck me!" Vicky groaned, her breath coming in ragged spurts. She strained to the strange man, her insides blossoming in waves of lust as she fucked him.
Screams and groans of lust filled the room as the seven participants blissfully chewed and screwed, hands clutching at bobbing tits, slender feminine fingers caressing heavy laden balls. Time hung suspended as each person worked on their partner, urging them to come. Somehow, they all rolled together in a tangle of arms and legs, cocks and cunts, and then Joanne was reaching out for Vicky, Vicky was caressing Joe, Al was rolling out from under Joanne and crawling atop Sally, pushing Joe aside as Charlie began fondling Joanne. It was all mass confusion, no one knowing or caring whose cock they were sucking, or whose cunt they were fucking.
The writhing mass of bodies surged back and forth in the bed, arms and legs sticking out now and then as people rolled to confront a new partner, planting pussy moistened lips on sweaty asses, mouthing juicy penis into eager throats. Sharp cries hung in the air as the orgiasts plunged and roiled in lust. And then someone was coming, and then someone else, the smell of fresh semen sharp in the dank air as the four men spewed forth their loads into the waiting cunts and mouths. The girls screamed and groaned as they sucked in the semen with cunt and mouth, their own orgasms making their young bodies jump and pulse.
Finally, all lay still. The sound of deep, exhausted breathing filled the room. Vicky raised herself cautiously on her elbow and looked around at the littered bed.
Joanne lay on her back, widespread legs emitting a trail of semen, her hand out-flung and resting on Vicky's breast. Sally was lying on her stomach, her pussy dribbling blood and sperm, her face pillowed on Charlie's groin. George had one hand between Vicky's legs and the other resting on Sally's ass. Joe was lying beside Joanne, his penis softening against his leg, a silvery thread of sperm trailing across his hairy thigh. And Al was lying at Joanne's head, his cock still oozing droplets of come. Vicky lay back, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction spread through her.
Al was the next to stir. He raised his head, looked around, and hauled himself off the bed. Despite his exertions, he still felt slightly horny. He poked Joanne, and her eyes flew open.
"Hhhmmm?" the redheaded girl muttered dazedly. "What is it?" She looked around, her eyes opening. "Wow, I don't believe it!"
Vicky crawled over. "Me, neither," she giggled. "Lookit out friend." She pointed at Sally. "Think I'll wake her up." She crawled over to Sally.
"If I know Vicky, now'd be a good time to get some pictures," Joanne suggested. Joe rolled over and looked at her, then nodded as he saw Vicky's nimble fingers moving over Sally's supine body. He climbed off the bed to get the camera.
Vicky was kneading Sally's ass, her agile fingers sliding between her friend's ravaged legs, paddling in the swampy mass of her cunt.
Sally moaned and stirred. "Please, no more," the girl said weakly. "Not again. I can't stand it."
Vicky caught George's eye as he opened them sleepily and winked at him. He moved obligingly and Vicky sank between Sally's legs, turning the girl over and fastening her mouth to the bloody cunt, sucking greedily at the mixture of sperm and blood. Charlie rose on one elbow and watched in amazement as the blonde girl ate greedily.
"Regular little Lezzie, ain't she," Charlie said admiringly. "Lookit her go for that sweet cuntmeat." He bent forward, eyes glued on Vicky's busy tongue as the girl swirled it deeply into Sally's cunt.
Joanne grinned at Al and got into the act, rolling over and kissing Sally deeply on the lips, her tongue lashing into the girl's surprised mouth, her hands fondling at her beautiful big breasts. She raised her head for air and lowered it again, taking a turgid nipple between her teeth and rolling it.
Sally looked around wildly, astonishment and dawning lust on her face, and saw Joe aiming his camera at them. "Oh no," she said softly in abject horror. "Oh, no." But the insistent hands and mouths of the girl friends urged her on, making her body tremble with newly awakened lust, until she cried in anguish, her hips twisting under Vicky's expert tongue, her tits lifting to Joanne's mouth.
"Got it!" Joe said exultingly. "That'll be a beaut!" He sat on the bed again beside the other men and grinned. "Whatcha think of our little fillies, huh, boys?"
"Fantastic," breathed Charlie. He was watching the three girls, his hand fondling his penis rapturously.
"Beautiful little cunts," agreed George. "Hottest little cherry I ever had! And whoever I came in-that girl had a cunt like a snapping turtle! Action like I didn't believe!"
"Joanne," Al said knowingly. "But wait'll you have a blow job from Vicky. She's got a mouth made for sucking. And she loves it in the ass, too, the harder the better. In fact, if you hit her a couple of times, she comes even harder!" He laughed hoarsely.
"I like the tits on the black headed one," Charlie said. "Big and juicy, that's how I like em." He reached over and pinched one of Sally's tits, his fingers brushing Joanne's curls as she lazily mouthed the big mounds.
"Well, I'm ready to fuck some more," George announced. "Watching those fillies play with each other has gotten me hard again. Damn! Two hard ons in a half hour!" He waved his erection proudly in his fingers. "Think I'll take the blonde's ass this time," he leered, standing behind Vicky and fingering her butt lasciviously.
Vicky continued munching at Sally's cunt, waggling her ass invitingly as the big man parted her buttocks and inserted his cock in her bum hole. Only a tensing of her muscles indicated that it hurt slightly as it tore into her anus. The girl thrust back against him, her ass grinding into his hairy groin.
"Hey! Daisy chair!" Charlie shouted. He pushed Joanne aside and rammed his cock down Sally's throat, then pulled Joanne back to him, gluing his mouth to her cunt.
Al and Joe exchanged glances and shrugged. "Go ahead, buddy," Joe said, pushing Al at Joanne's mouth. "I'll watch." Al didn't hesitate, but plunged his cock deep into the redhead's mouth, grunting.
Joe sat on the bed watching, his fingers playing with his swelling cock. His eyes rested briefly on each coupling, watching George plunge his prick into Vicky's ass, each stroke making her buttocks bounce. The heavy set man was striking the girl's fanny in rhythm with his strokes, leaving red welts on her satiny skin, and Vicky was pressing back against him, begging for more. Her mouth was chewing busily at Sally's twat, sucking in the girl's pussy nectar in long gulps. Sally's mouth was working on Charlie's prick, her cheeks almost caving in as she sucked eagerly. Charlie bounced up and down on Sally's chest, his long thin prick going in and out of her wet red mouth, as he held Joanne's red muff tight to his face, licking and lapping feverishly. And Al was fucking into Joanne's face wildly, his body twisting as he drove his slimy prong deep into her willing throat.
Joe's fingers fairly flew over his prick as he imagined that it was he who was fucking Vicky's ass, sucking Sally's cunt, eating Joanne's cunt! And he knew that he could do any or all of these things any time he wanted! For the moment he was content to watch, his own fingers flying on his cock, secure in the knowledge that he could have any of the girls any way he wanted, any time he wanted.
"Fuck her, George," he grunted. "Ram that prick up her ass! Hit her, man! She loves it! Can'tcha see how she's bucking under you? She's eating out Sally's cunt ... I can see the pussy juice running down her chin! Harder, honey! Suck her dry! Charlie's fucking her mouth like a battering ram ... lookat him go! He's gonna come in a minute, honey, all over your fucking face! Yeah, Al, you, too, man ... right down Jo's throat! I can see her throat muscles working on you!" He formed his hand into a fist and pumped his penis firmly, urging himself to orgasm.
George started the chain reaction orgasm. With a mighty shove, he plunged forward, driving his penis to the hilt in Vicky's yielding ass. "HERE IT COMES! UP YOUR ASS! HOT SPERM IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!" he yelled, releasing a torrent of thick seed, splashing into the dark recesses of Vicky's asshole. She bucked beneath him, her cunt gushing a flood of juice as she orgasmed. She sucked desperately at Sally's cunt, willing the girl to come, to bathe her parched throat in a cloud of milky fluids.
"HOLD ON, BABY! HERE IT COMES!" yelled Al, climaxing, spewing his load down Joanne's throat. At the same moment, Charlie's balls burst, sending wads of sprem down Sally's mouth as she choked and gagged and swallowed every drop. Charlie's mouth drank from Jo's cunt as she convulsed above him.
Joe watched with lust glazed eyes as the daisy chain fuckers and suckers orgasmed and climaxed, sending their respective fluids down the various openings. He grunted, hunching forward, his fingers beating a rapid tattoo on his distended cock. "YEAH! THAT AW AY, EVERYBODY! I'M COMING, TOO! HERE I COME!" He held his spurting prong between his fingers, directing it at the tangled chain of bodies, letting his sperm spurt over them in a flood of thick white cream! He waved it back and forth, laughing wildly, watching the thick gobbets strike Vicky, then directing it so that it fell on Sally, and Joanne. He held it until the last drops flew forth, then let it drop slowly, collapsing on the bed beside the fuckers.
Later, after George and Charlie had gone, heartily expressing the wish to see them again very soon, the three girls and Al and Joe relaxed on the rumpled bed.
"Jesus, this place looks like a tornado hit it," Vicky said, looking around.
"It did," Joanne giggled. "Well, Sal, what'd ya think?"
"I don't know if I can think yet," Sally said weakly. "I don't believe any of it. You and Vicky set me up?"
"Yeah, kinda," Vicky admitted. "But we didn't know any other way to get you in on this. And it is a good deal-all the fucking you want, and money besides."
"By the way, 'Ronnie' and 'Josie', what are your real names?" Al asked casually. He was sitting back, smoking, fondly watching his three girls.
"Vicky," Vicky said. "You're not mad? First I was scared-that first day, and then I just thought it was kinda fun to have a new name."
"Shit, I don't care, honey. You'll always be Ronnie to me, anyway. Who cares what your name is, when you can suck cock like you can?" Vicky wiggled, pleased.
"Yeah, I'm Joanne," Jo admitted. "But I kinda like Josie."
"Shit, like I say, who cares. Anyway, ladies, whatever your names really are, how'd one of ya like to come here? I'm getting lonely." Al held up his hands laughingly as three young bodies piled on top of him, burying him in a mass of firm titties and slender asses. "Whoa! Hold on!"
"He asked for it," Sally said, gasping with laughter. "You get his cock, Vicky, and I'll give him some titty to suck." She pulled Al's head to her breast lovingly. Joanne sank back, reaching out her hand.
"Let me, Vicky," she pleaded. "I haven't fucked Al in a long time." Vicky relinquished her place and sat beside Joe, her head sinking onto his shoulder.
"Well, Vicky, you've come a long way," Joe mused, playing with the girl's warm body. "When did ya meet Al?"
"Just Tuesday," Vicky said. "Monday I was a virgin, now I'm a full-fl-edged whore. Three-way, huh?" She looked at him, a gleam of mischief in her blue eyes. "You've never had my ass, have ya, Joe?"
"Why no, I don't believe so," Joe answered, grinning broadly.
"But I don't know," Vicky mused softly, looking at the man under her lashes. "After all, it is extra...."
"Whatya mean! Don't you start that shit again," Joe warned. "Al and I are on the house."
"Silly! I just meant ... if you fuck my ass, you owe me another fuck too," Vicky cooed, rolling over on her tummy, sticking her butt enticingly in the air. " 'Course, if you can't do it again right away, I'll understand ... "
"Just hold on, you little cunt!" Joe cried, laughing. "I'll fuck your ass, then your cunt, and have you begging me to stop before I get through with you!"
"Well, hurry up and get started, lover," Vicky said impatiently. "My pussy's burning up! But do my ass first ... I wanta see how good you are ... OH! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME!" Her voice rose to a shrill squeal as Joe plowed into her rear, his fingers digging into her ass.
"HERE WE GO, BABY," Joe yelled. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU CRAZY!"
"I LOVE IT! I'M A SLUT AND I LOVE IT!" Vicky cried, her whole body quivering under the assault. "don't EVER STOP! FUCK ME!"
"I WON'T!" Joe promised, as he pumped into her firm young ass. "COME ON, CUNT! WHORE! BITCH!" He slapped her resoundingly, and Vicky convulsed, her slender young body spasming violently.
"She's really something," Al whispered from under Sally's breast. "Crazy little cunt. A natural born whore." He returned to Sally, thanking all the gods he had stopped to pick Vicky up that first day. He shuddered to think of never having met her, or her friends. "Thank you," he muttered. "Thank you."
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!" Vicky's voice rose in a shrill wail as her orgasm engulfed her, carrying her away on a floodtide of lust. "MORE! HARDER! HIT MEEEE! I LOOOOOOVVVVVE IT! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
