"Oh, come on, Denise, go with us," Sue McPherson urged her friend. "You never go to any of our parties."
Denise Patterson shrugged. "You go on," she told her best pal on the cheerleading squad. "I don't think I'd fit in too well. I'll see you at school on Monday, and you can tell me all about it."
The carload of kids took off and Denise walked back to the Frosty stand alone. The juke box whined softly in the corner, its plaintive ballad the legacy of one of the kids who had already left for the party.
"I never fit in!" Denise chastised herself aloud, drinking the rest of her coke with a loud slurp of her straw.
It was true. Even though she was the prettiest and best built of the cheerleaders at Montrose High School, the well-endowed eighteen-year-old rarely dated and almost never went to parties.
Denise shook her long, silky blonde hair over her shoulders, angry with herself. It was always the same old story. She sat here kicking herself for not going to the party now that it was too late to go. Telling herself that going to parties was not necessarily sinful, despite what her strait-laced parents had always drilled into her.
So what if there was drinking and foul language? the voluptuous young girl asked herself. It wasn't like she had never heard the words before or didn't know what they meant-even though she never used such language herself.
As for the drinking-even her folks kept liquor in their bar for friends who drank. Denise knew that Mama even took a sip of bourbon sometimes when Daddy wasn't there. She claimed it relaxed her better than the pills the doctor had given her for tension headaches. Denise didn't see why....
"Hey, beautiful. How come you're not at the party?" a male voice cut into Denise's self-pitying thoughts.
Turning her head, the startled cheerleader saw that it was Brad Dexter. A tremor of excitement went through her.
Brad was a tall, athletic boy who was somewhat of a mystery-man around school.
He had transferred in from the city at semester break, just a few weeks ago. No one know how to pigeon-hole Brad yet. He ran with the jocks, but he hung out with the tougher crowd, too. All the girls found him devilishly attractive, yet he had an aura of being slightly dangerous. That only made him more attractive, Denise had decided.
"You're not goin' to the bash tonight?" Brad repeated, sitting down across the table from Denise.
"Uh, I ... I wasn't going to go, no," the beautiful blonde admitted, feeling flustered by the good-looking, confident boy's sudden attention.
"You got something better to do?" Brad teased her mildly.
"Well, no, I thought I might go home and get my homework out of the way," Denise blurted, feeling stupid halfway through the sentence.
Brad laughed, showing perfect white teeth that seemed even brighter against his dark, sun-tanned skin.
"Hell, you've got all weekend to do that stuff," he told the blushing girl. "Why don't you call your folks and tell 'em you'll be home later? I'll give you a ride out to the party. I'm on my way now."
Denise hesitated, her heart pounding. It seemed as if fate had been listening to her inner-tirade and had sent Brad along to test her new resolve not to be so goody-goody. Why not? she asked herself.
"Okay, I'll just be a minute!" Denise said quickly, before she had a chance to back out.
The lovely young cheerleader went to the phone and dropped a dime in. She watched Brad buy a coke as she got her mother on the line and told her she was on her way to a friend's house to study.
"Ready?" Brad said as Denise hung up.
The honey-blonde gulped back her mounting nervousness. She could never remember lying to her mother before.
"Sure, why not?" she told Brad, smiling as warmly as she could manage.
The party was out on the River Road, at Marcie Taylor's house. Marcie's parents were out of town, as they often were on weekends. Denise had heard some stories about the wild parties at Marcie's.
Brad had an old Oldsmobile that he had restored to mint condition. He was burning up the road as they wound their way out to Marcie's.
"This old sucker really flies!" Brad laughed. "Hand me the bottle in the glove box, will you, baby?"
Denise nodded, her eyes on the road. She wished Brad would slow down. He seemed to be an excellent driver, but the car was really moving.
The bottle in the glove box turned out to be a pint of whiskey. Brad took it and poured half the contents into his half-empty coke. He casually passed the drink to Denise.
"Stir it up for me with that straw, will you, honey?"
Brad pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it deftly as he continued rounding the corners at breakneck speed.
The lovely eighteen-year-old did as he asked, her eyes riveted to the cigarette. It was a joint-Denise was sure of that. She had seen plenty of them in the bathrooms at school.
Panic began rising in the virginal young blonde. What sort of wild man was Brad Dexter, anyway?
"Here!" Brad choked after inhaling a big lungful of smoke, then passing the joint to Denise.
"N-no! I don't smoke ... I mean...."
The girl's voice trailed off timidly. She could see from the angry glint in Brad's eye that the evening was going to be a disaster from this point on. The party would probably be more of the same, Denise knew now. If she acted like her usual prissy disapproving self, the rest of the kids would treat her just like Brad was clearly preparing to-or worse.
Brad slammed the car into third and swung it onto a dirt road, heading for the river. He let out the remainder of the acrid smoke with a snort that reminded Denise of an enraged bull.
"Why don't you try some of that drink if you're not going to smoke," Brad said in a tight voice.
Denise realized she had a decision to make. If she did as he suggested, she didn't know what might happen. If she didn't, Brad might get angry enough to tell her to walk to the party. He seemed crazy enough to the frightened girl to do just that, and it was at least three or four miles to Marcie's house along the deserted, lonely road.
"Uh ... maybe I'll try just a tiny bit of the smoke," Denise whispered at last. "I never have, but I've always wanted to."
The gorgeous blonde smiled at Brad. It was a lie, of course. Denise had never wanted to try marijuana in her wildest fantasies, but she had heard that it rarely had much affect on the novice smoker. Booze always took its toll, from what Denise had seen, and she was striving desperately to get out of this situation with her senses intact.
"Suck in real deep and hold it," Brad advised the girl, re-lighting the joint and inhaling. He passes it to Denise.
The onrush of hot, harsh smoke grated on the inexperienced girl's lungs like, a gaseous version of sandpaper. Denise had gotten what she would later realize was a really huge hit of pot on her first time out. She couldn't hold it.
"Guhhhh!" Denise coughed and a fog of smoke flooded the car.
"Wow! What a hit! You'll be fried for sure."
Denise didn't care about that right now. All she wanted was something to chase away the awful taste of the grass.
She downed three big swallows of coke and bourbon. It didn't taste like coke much, but it didn't taste that bad compared to the pungent smoke. She drank another few sips.
"Whoa!" Denise sighed a moment later.
"Here, grab another big one," Brad advised her, handing back the shortened, smoldering cigarette.
Denise did as he suggested and felt her brain explode with sensation. She giggled and drank some more of the booze.
"When we goin' to the party?" the light-headed cheerleader asked in a slurred voice.
Brad reached out and took the coke from her. He put out the joint and threw it and the bottle back in the glove box. His arms went around Denise's shoulders and he pulled her to him.
"I thought we might have our own little party right here, baby, before we go to the other one," Brad said with a grin.
Denise started to reply, but his lips were on hers and her big tits were mashed flat against his powerful chest, and his tongue was in her mouth. Head reeling, Denise tried to force his tongue out with her own. Many boys had tried to kiss her like this, but no one had ever succeeded before.
All Denise managed to accomplish was to glide her tongue all around Brad's resistant one. The inexperienced blonde shivered with excitement. She understood now why boys were always trying to do this to her when they kissed her. It made you feel wild and sexy and-and downright slutty!
Suddenly, that was exactly how the little virgin wanted to feel. Denise gave in to the strange, heated feelings that were starting to ripple through her lush young body, with a soft little sigh of acceptance.
As the girl's lips went lax and she stopped trying to dislodge his tongue, Brad loosened his grip on her shoulders. He kept on kissing Denise, but he worked his hands around between them, his fingers finding and claiming her bulging tits.
"Ohhhh," Denise murmured, the boy's hands striking a warning chord deep within her.
But she still had all her clothes on, Denise's newly discovered adventuresome side assured her protesting conscience. There was a bra and a thick cheerleader's sweater between the boy's cupping, palming hands and her firming titties.
Besides, Denise told herself, it felt good! She had never allowed a boy to feel her up-as the more vulgar girls called it-and she was curious. So far, it felt wonderful, she had to admit.
"God, those are as big as cantaloupes," Brad panted, his lips coming away from Denise's and roaming immediately over her bare neck. "Only prettier than melons, I bet. A lot prettier."
Denise shuddered as the boy's hot, wet lips kissed her neck. His tongue caressed her soft white skin and she felt her tits tightening with each pounding heartbeat as he stroked them.
This is incredible! Denise's foggy brain told her. Brad's lips on her mouth and neck, his strong hands squeezing her hot titties, his ad-miring words about their size and beauty-Denise was going crazy with un-familiar, burning sensations that played up and down her body at an ever-increasing rate.
"Mmmmm, yeah, bet these babies are terrific-looking," Brad was murmuring, his lips on Denise's earlobe, nibbling and licking, his fingers working under the moaning girl's sweater.
Denise trembled again as she felt Brad's fingers on her belly, creeping up to touch her bra. She knew she should stop him now, but just as she started to tell him, she felt him take her pumped-up tits in his palms and begin to knead them again.
"Oooooh!" Denise cooed happily.
Spasms of joy were echoing through her well-massaged titties, and she couldn't find the words to call Brad's wonderful fingers off. She barely realized it when he cunningly worked his middle finger under her bra and lifted the cups up and off her throbbing boobs.
Brad found her bare nipples immediately, and the experienced seducer began rolling the hotly spiked flesh expertly between his fore-fingers and thumbs. Denise jumped and whimpered and tightened her arms around his neck as if he would protect her from the flashing sparks his fingers were causing in her erect nubs.
"Ggod!" Denise gasped, unable to believe the way this boy's hands were making her virginal titties feel.
"Oh yeah, let's see what these big beauties look like," Brad breathed.
Before Denise could decide whether that was allowable or not, she felt his hands lifting her sweater up and over the tips of her pounding tits. The strong boy pulled out of the embarrassed blonde's arms and sat back.
"Holy Christ, what a set of jugs!" Brad whispered in amazement. "I knew they'd be nice, but I never dreamed they'd be this nice. They're so big, so round. And not a bit of sag to 'em. You're really Playmate material, baby."
Denise blushed furiously and tried to pull her bra back down. Brad stopped her with one hand.
"No, baby, don't hide anything as pretty as those," he urged in a soft, insistent voice.
The admiring boy bent across Denise's lap and kissed her gently on one nipple. The young cheerleader moaned as the boy's hot lips touched her burning flesh. Her whole tit jerked with passion, and a feeling she had never experienced before shot through her.
"Don't ... don't kiss me there," Denise begged, knowing she owed it to her reputation to protest.
But Brad didn't give a damn about her reputation or her protests. He squeezed one nipple with his fingers and opened his mouth to suck the other pink pebble between his eager lips.
Brad's tongue slithered across her taut nippie, and Denise knew she couldn't resist him. She no longer wanted to anyway. The feel of his hot wriggling tongue on her sensitive little nipple was just too good to stop, even if she could.
"Mmmmmm," Denise sighed, leaning back in the seat to enjoy the heady sensation.
Denise put her hands around Brad's neck and let him nurse. He changed tits after a few more moments of hot sucking, and Denise groaned again as both tits began to glow like twin coals in a super-hot fire.
Juice was pouring from Denise's throbbing cunt like a small river, and her tits were heaving beneath Brad's steady onslaught of kissing and sucking. It didn't surprise Denise when the experienced boy's hand found its way between her thighs and began rubbing along the crease of her sopping panties.
What did surprise her was her own reaction. Not only did she spread her legs wider, she actually lifted her hips off the sat so that he could work her panties off easier when he finally grabbed them and pulled down.
Clad only in her pulled-up sweater, her short cheerleader skirt and her tennis shoes, Dennis knew it was only a matter of time before Brad made her hot enough to let him fuck her. She realized that she had gone too far to stop him and, for the life of her, she couldn't think of a reason why she should even try!
CHAPTER TWO
Denise gave a little involuntary gasp of delight as she felt Brad's fingers on her slick, wet cuntmouth. He had a delicate, tender touch that both tickled and thrilled the young virgin as he traced the lips of her pussy with his fingertips.
Brad kept up the maddening suction on the squirming blonde cheerleader's tits as he carefully outlined her clit with his fingers. When he took the tiny, tingling nubbin of sensitivity into his fingers at last and squeezed, Denise's tautly rounded asscheeks came right up off the seat.
"OHHHHHHHH!" the excited eighteen-year-old gasped, her butt wagging uncontrollably as his tweaking fingertips teased her love bud.
Brad let go of the pulsating pearl and slid one finger a little way into Denise's glistening cunt, his digit bending the hot clit nearly double as it entered her. He fucked his stiff finger in and out a few times, feeling the girl's grip tighten around his neck as he finger-fucked her.
"You like that shit ... eh, baby?" Brad chuckled, increasing his pace.
Denise moaned again and held on tight. She had never felt like this before in her life, and all she wanted in the world was more of the thrilling sensation of Brad's fingers and hot mouth were causing in her titties and cunt.
"I asked you a question, hot puss," Brad said suddenly, stopping his caress for a moment. "You like it, don't you?"
Denise hesitated. She did like it-that was for sure-but she hated to say so. It seemed somehow that admitting that she enjoyed such sinful, lascivious pleasure was the same as casting away the last shred of her dignity and self-respect.
And that was clearly just what Brad wanted. He kept his finger inside her and his mouth on her spiked nipples, despite her tugging on his head and pulling her cunt shyly away from his finger.
"Say it," Brad repeated. "Tell me you like it."
The good girl and the sensualist within the lovely young cheerleader battled it out. Denise really wanted to tell this self-assured, demanding young stud that she didn't like what he had been doing to her virginal body-but she found she couldn't.
"I ... I ... like it," Denise heard herself whispering at last. "I like what you're doing to me, and I want you, I want you to do more of it!"
Brad laughed at the girl's blurted admission, and he went back to work on her cunt. The confident boy glided his finger in and out over Denise's swollen clit and began sucking her big titties really hard, biting occasionally at the pliant tips.
Denise's cunt went wild. The vile language she had begun using in her thoughts didn't bother the panting young girl any more. Her brain screamed the word 'cunt' over and over again as Brad fondled it. That's what it was, she told herself defiantly, and she loved what he was doing to it!
"Cunt, cunt," Denise whispered in a red haze of longing. "Feel it. Play with it. Play with my cunt!"
Brad chuckled and caught her erect clit between his oil-slick fingertips. He ground the little knob hard for a few seconds.
"Aggghhhh!" Denise screamed, her titties jerking as one in time with her pussy's frantic contractions.
Denise had never experienced a true orgasm before, and the force and the fury of what exploded through her cunt hit her with extraordinary impact. The wailing blonde dug her fingernails into Brad's head and whipped her cunt upward to meet his finger-thrusts as she whimpered and moaned continuously.
Brad kept on sucking her spasming tits and easing his finger in and out of her juicing pussy until the last of the hot tremors had left her. Denise rode the firestorm of passion out and fell back against the seat, exhausted.
It seemed like minutes before she could think clearly. What eventually brought Denise back to some sort of reality was the sound of Brad's zipper coming down.
Sitting up and looking around, Denise saw her partner unbuckling his belt and easing down his jeans. He tugged at his white boxer shorts, and she saw his swaying hard cock above his dark pubic patch.
"Oh, my goodness!" Denise drew in her breath sharply.
The inexperienced girl had never seen a man's cock before. She had rarely even seen any pictures of them. But something told her Brad's was bigger than most. It was thick and stiff and it rose up above his exposed nut-sac a good nine inches!
"Touch it," Brad commanded in a soft but firm voice.
"I ... I couldn't!" Denise whimpered.
But Brad wasn't in a mood to be denied. He reached out and took the girl's small hand and guided her limp fingers around his pumped-up prick-staff. Denise tried to pull her hand away from the smooth, furiously hot flesh, but Brad held her fist in place and moved it up and down on his stone-stiff rod.
"It's ... it's so hard!" Denise gasped, fear edging into her voice.
Brad laughed and let go of her hand, smiling when it stayed on his cock without further urging from him. He reached for Denise's bra and unhooked it.
"You could give a corpse a hard-on, honey, with your build," he complimented Denise as he lifted her bra and sweater over her head.
Denise let go of Brad's rigid cock just long enough for him to pull her sweater off completely. Her fingers returned to his searing dick without his asking-like an iron hand seeking a magnetic pole. Just holding the throbbing hunk of cockmeat in her hand had Denise's cunt aching again, and she knew she couldn't resist that feeling-not after the unreal pleasure she had felt tonight.
"Stroke it, baby," Brad instructed her. "Do it just like I showed you-nice and slow and easy, while I eat that sweet little cunt of yours."
Denise's heart skipped a beat. Did he actually mean he was going to put his mouth down there?
The statuesque eighteen-year-old didn't have long to wait for her answer. Brad leaned over and adjusted her legs so that he could get his head between them as she leaned over just a bit to reach for his cock. He threw her skirt up in her lap and bared her thick golden bush with its moist pink slit.
"God, even your cunt is the prettiest I've ever seen!" Brad told the shocked, aroused young girl as he moved his head forward.
Brad's lips smacked loudly upon Denise's gleaming cunt as he kissed her pussy. The beautiful cheerleader groaned and pulled faster on Brad's hot cock, delicious thrills flowing through her like super-heated honey.
Working his tongue into the girl's small cunthole as his finger had gone before, Brad laved Denise's tiny clit with wild abandon. Denise mewled and closed her eyes, her senses agog with the excitement of having his wet, wriggling tongue inside her virginal cunt.
Brad pushed his tongue in and out of the cooing girl a few times, just to give her the feel of it. Then he withdrew for a moment and tickled her clit with just the tip of his snake-like tongue.
"Ooooh ... oh, my God!" Denise gasped.
"Your tits, baby," Brad urged her. "Play with your own tits with one hand while you jack me off with the other. It'll make my eating you seem even better. Do it ... it'll be all right!"
Denise touched her nipples with her free hand. They popped to attention with the first brush of her fingers. It was totally wanton to play with herself, Denise knew. But in view of what was happening to the rest of her young body, it did seem all right.
Everything seemed all right on this wild, weird night, Denise realized as she squeezed her own nipples and continued her steady, rhythmic massage of Brad's stiff cock.
Brad grunted with satisfaction and returned his attention to the golden-haired beauty's oozing cunt. He licked the gushing fluid from her glistening lips and swallowed it with noisy gusto. His darting tongue entered Denise all the way to the elastic barrier of her cherry.
Denise moaned and began rocking on her nicely rounded ass. She fingered her tits and hunched her cunt onto Brad's spearing tongue, her eyes closed in building ecstasy and her hand keeping a steady beat on Brad's rock-hard cock staff.
The penetrating tongue started moving faster and faster. Brad timed his thrusts with Denise's pussy-rolling hunches, tugging his tongue free on the out-strokes and nudging the girl's bursting clit with it before burying it deep inside her again as her hips came for-ward.
"God ... oh, sweet God!" Denise wailed. "It's so beautiful! I never knew it could feel like this."
Brad chortled and never missed a lunge up into the excited girl's tightening cunt. His lips were smeared with her slick secretions as his tongue moved faster and faster.
Denise felt her titties starting to throb again and she pressed down hard on her sensitive pink nipples. The orgasm was more powerful than her first, and it hit her even more quickly.
Piercing screams filled the car as Denise came and came against Brad's knowing tongue. The tremendous spasms bunched and swelled through Denise's clutching cunt as long as Brad kept prodding her clit, and the squealing cheerleader grabbed frantically at her own tits and Brad's fiery prick and held on.
When the heart-stopping orgasmic contractions finally lessened, Denise found herself slumped over in the seat, her face just a few in-ches from Brad's swollen cock. She released her own throbbing tits and worked his hard prick with both hands, mesmerized by its fire-red tip like a bird by a snake.
"Suck it," Brad tried to persuade her. "I ate you, honey. Please, just put the tip of it in your sweet mouth!"
Denise started to say no, but the burning cylinder of cock felt so good in her hand-and Brad had put his mouth on her cunt.
"I ... I don't know how to do that," the turned-on girl told him.
"It's easy, just open your mouth and put it in," Brad shot back. "Go on, it won't bite! And I promise not to cum in your mouth-not if you don't want me to, honey."
The thought that Brad might actually let his cum fly inside her mouth had never crossed Denise's sex-clouded mind until now. The thought repelled her, but she reminded herself that he had swallowed all of the warm juice her spasming pussy had inundated his mouth with a few minutes ago.
"Come on, honey, put your mouth on it ... just the very tip of it!" Brad demanded again.
Denise eased the head of the insistent boy's cock closer to her lips. She could see the smooth, almost shiny surface clearly now in the dim light. It looked as big as a small plum, and it had a tiny droplet of some sort of clear fluid in the small hole at its center.
Tentatively, the reluctant blonde touched the swollen tip with her tongue. Denise drew her head back quickly, as if Brad's cock was red hot.
It really was hot, Denise told herself. It was hot and slick and smooth and vaguely salty, and the fact that she had actually had her tongue on it was both terrifying and tremendously exciting at the same time.
"More," Brad sighed. "Use your tongue on it some more, then get it in your mouth." Denise felt herself melting as he spoke. What he had done to her had felt so good, she just had to reciprocate-no matter how filthy the act was.
The reluctant cheerleader opened her mouth and drew the purplish head of Brad's prick in-side before she had a chance to change her mind. The burning knob felt even bigger inside her mouth, and it was as slick as a large ball bearing as soon as it was wet with her saliva.
"Jesus, that's great," Brad murmured. "More, get more of it in your mouth, baby!" Rapidly losing her fear, Denise let her tongue roam all over the head of Brad's big dick. She found that the fluid leaking from the hole came out in bigger quantities as she gently sucked on the hot flesh. Denise didn't mind, much to her surprise. She kind of liked the oily texture of the male juice, and the way it coated her tongue and made it glide across the super-smooth surface.
"Suck it, honey girl," Brad instructed her. "Move those sweet lips of yours up and down as you lick it. Just keep giving me head, Denise, you little sweetheart."
Denise felt herself growing hotter as she did as Brad asked. It was amazing to the little virgin that just performing the lewd task on Brad's fat prick could turn her on so much. In no time at all, her tits were swaying rapidly as her breathing picked up the excited tempo, and her cuntlips were wet once more with slippery oil.
"That's it, baby! You're really gettin' it now." Brad was urging her on in a strained, heated voice. "I can't last too long, not after all the hand work you did. Not with some cunt as pretty as you sucking my prick!"
Denise went crazy as the boy prodded her with his wanton words. Something seemed to snap within the girl, and she began sucking harder and harder on Brad's thick cock, her cheeks hollowing with suction as her head came up.
"God, you're gettin' nearly all of it now, baby," Brad groaned with joy.
Denise opened her eyes and saw that he was right. Almost the whole seething length of Brad's obscene cock was disappearing between her wet lips on each of her downward thrusts.
And Denise loved it-that's what the aroused cheerleader found hard to believe. She was enjoying every plunge up and down the steely prong. Her tongue Was flying over the silky skin and her lips were tugging wildly as she fed the hot pecker deep into her throat.
All at once, Brad let out a long, low, animalistic groan. Before Denise knew it, the boy's powerful hands were on her head, forcing her face down on his enlarged cock right to the hilt.
Something slippery and thick and salty and incredibly hot burst into Denise's throat. She swallowed the heavy, creamy outpouring without thinking, just in time to catch a second, even bigger jet spattering down off the roof of her mouth.
It took a few seconds for Denise to realize what was happening. Brad was cumming. He was shooting his sticky cum right down Denise's throat!
The gulping girl couldn't believe she was actually sucking down the super-heated jizz. And she couldn't believe her reaction.
Denise would have bet anyone that just the idea of sucking a boy's cock off would have made her heave, let alone actually doing it!
But Denise couldn't deny the heady male fluid was really turning her on, not turning her off. She swallowed the hot spunk with noisy enjoyment, her cunt fluttering through a tight mini-orgasm that totally surprised the cock-nursing cheerleader.
"Mmmmmmm!" Denise groaned, reveling in the quick, hot cum-sensations and lapping down more of Brad's pungent cream.
Brad left his prick in Denise's hot mouth un-til the last dribble had sputtered from his nuts. He let her lick the white goo from his deflating cock, then pulled it from her mouth.
"Now I'm really primed for that party!" Brad almost shouted to the panting girl.
Denise looked at him, surprised. She had kind of expected them to stay parked by the river for a while. She wondered if Brad knew that she would have let him fuck her if they'd stayed.
Brad answered her unasked questions. "Don't worry, baby," he assured her, "We'll get together later at the party. We can fuck right there in a bedroom-in a real bed, not a car seat. That's the way a foxy thing like you deserves to have it. We'll do it up right."
"So that's why you want to go to the party," Denise said to him, feeling very bold.
"That and the fact that it'll be a real dull affair if I don't show up, sweets." He winked at Denise. "I've got a lid of primo grass in the trunk that everyone's waiting for."
Denise's blue eyes widened. "You deal the stuff?"
"How else you gonna smoke for free and get invited to all the really hot parties?" Brad retorted, grinning.
Denise shook her head. She got up and pulled her sweater back on as Brad hitched up his pants.
This is going to be a strange, strange night, Denise told herself as they roared off.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, hey, the party starts now!" Brad shouted as the door opened at Marcie Taylor's opulent house.
Brad ushered Denise in proudly, holding a baggie high above his head with the other hand. He and Denise had finished the rest of the joint on the way over, and they were both flying by now.
Denise giggled merrily at the looks she got from the kids around the huge living room. They were sprawled all around in chairs and on the floor, most of them with beers or drinks in their hands. Nearly everyone got up and came over to Brad as the couple entered the room.
"Man, you took fuckin' forever to get here!" Frank Wilcox castigated Brad as he took the baggie.
Brad smiled, cool as usual. "Had business elsewhere, my man," he told Frank and the rest. "No more smoke until I get green dollars in my pocket."
Frank nodded and lit a joint. "Sample," he croaked, inhaling the thick smoke.
Frank was captain of the football team and a straight-A student. Denise knew him well from Student Council. She shook her head in wonder as she watched him smilingly expel the smoke. She had never expected to see him at this kind of drinking and smoking and God knew what else kind of party.
But Frank looked surprised to see her there, too. The idea delighted the stoned girl, and she began giggling.
Frank laughed, too. "I fuckin' know why you're so happy, kid. This is dynamite weed. Pay the man, someone!"
Mel Harris, Vice President of the student body, handed Brad a wad of crumpled ones and fives. Obviously, everyone had pitched in for the dope.
Brad tossed Mel back a five and pocketed the rest. "For the booze fund," he said with a smile.
Mel nodded, and Brad put his arm around Denise again and led her to the bar. He poured them both another stiff bourbon and coke and walked Denise into the dimly lighted family room, where the stereo was blaring.
"Come on, baby, let's do a little dancin'," Brad whispered in the lovely blonde's ear, drawing her close to him.
Denise nodded and began to glide effortlessly across the tiled floor in Brad's strong arms. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder and pushed her big braless titties into his chest, loving the feel of her rough sweater against her erect nipples.
Brad was a great dancer, Denise decided quickly. She felt as if she could dance with the tall boy all night, just sipping her drink and floating in his arms.
But Brad had other ideas about how he wanted to spend the night. He drained his drink in four big swallows and sat it on an end table. His hands went to Denise's melon-sized titties as they danced, and he began squeezing them through her heavy sweater.
Denise moaned and took a big slug of her drink. She knew that she should stop Brad now if she didn't want to end up in one of the bedrooms with him.
But somehow the prospect of Brad sliding his hard, thick cock into her virgin pussy didn't bother Denise any more. Indeed, she found herself getting even hotter at the very thought of it, and she pushed her tits eagerly into his kneading hands. She didn't know what was the matter with her tonight, but she decided not to fight it any more. She was going to get fucked by this handsome boy, and the idea suddenly thrilled her instead of terrifying her as it had all her life up until now.
"Oh, baby, these are so fine," Brad murmured hotly in Denise's ear. "Let's dance on down the hallway."
Before Denise knew it, she found herself being guided down the hall. Brad paused at a doorway and opened it.
Marcie Taylor smiled up at Brad and Denise from the bed just inside the doorway. Her tall, well-tanned frame was naked, and a boy was fucking madly away atop her.
Denise's mouth dropped open as she watched the big cock disappearing again and again between Marcie's stretched, reddened cuntlips. The girl grinned at Denise.
"Feels great," Marcie called to Denise. "You two ought to join us. How about it, Brad baby? You up for a switch and swap?" Brad smiled and got ready to close the door. "Not tonight, Marcie," he told her. "Gonna keep this sweet meat to myself for a while, thanks. Maybe some other time."
"Okay, but you come on back if she turns out to be as cold a fish as everyone says," Marcie called as Brad closed the door.
Denise gripped Brad's arm tighter, half-afraid he might take what Marcie had said to heart. The irony of her sudden change in attitude struck her, and it was all she could do to keep from giggling again. Imagine, she told herself, goody-goody Denise Patterson ready to fight for a boy's cock!
Brad steered them to another bedroom. This one was dark and empty. He switched on the lamp by the bed and closed the door and locked it.
"Come here, baby," Brad told Denise, pulling her into his embrace.
Scared, now that the time had actually come, Denise opened her trembling mouth and allowed Brad to slip his tongue inside. She sucked at it the way she had licked and sucked his cock earlier, the very thought of her lascivious behavior turning her on all over again.
Brad groaned as she sucked at his tongue, and he put his hands on Denise's big tits again. He waisted no time in lifting the eighteen-year-old's sweater up to get to her bare titties.
Denise's cunt tightened in a fierce contraction as Brad's big tits again. He wasted no time in lifting the eighteen-year-old's sweater up to get to her bare titties.
Denise's cunt tightened in a fierce contraction as Brad's fingers went to work on her nipples. The honey-blonde sighed and ran her fingers through Brad's thick brown hair as he kissed her and stroked her tender nubs.
Brad broke off the kiss and grabbed Denise's sweater. He pulled it up, a gleam of growing desire in his brown eyes.
"Time for this thing to come off," the horny boy sighed, jerking the garment over Denise's head.
Denise raised her arms and let him strip her. Brad didn't stop at the sweater this time. He undid Denise's short cheerleading skirt as soon as he had her top off. As the tiny skirt slid down Denise's beautifully proportioned legs, she stood in front of him dressed in only her panties and her tennis shoes.
"Be nice to see what I'm eating this time," Brad whispered, flicking her panties off and watching them fall.
"Holy Jesus, what a cunt you've got, baby!" Brad exclaimed as Denise's golden-thatched pussy came into view. "It looks even better in the light."
Denise knew she was probably blushing again, but she didn't care any more. The very idea of a boy openly admiring her nude body, let alone talking dirty about it while he did so, would have been enough to make the cheerleader blush.
But the new emerging sensual Denise had to admit that she liked it. Her cunt began creaming even more heavily at the mention of a tongue invading it again, and her tits flexed in-voluntarily as Brad told her that her cunt looked pretty.
"Get on the bed," Brad commanded, "and . spread those legs."
Denise obediently crawled onto the white bedspread and lay on her back. Feeling a little tremor of illicit excitement as she opened herself to Brad's inspection, Denise split her legs out as far as they would go and tilted her pussy up.
"Yeah, yeah that's dinner material for sure!" Brad almost shouted, jumping on the bed.
Brad's knit shirt and jeans came off in seconds. His big prick was already stiff as he tore off his shorts and crawled between Denise's creamy smooth thighs.
The cheerleader's flat, tanned tummy fluttered with tiny nervous spasms as the boy's tongue wriggled a hot, wet path up and down those velvety thighs, moving ever closer to Denise's already dewy pussymouth. The blonde girl sighed and closed her eyes in anticipation, her mind on nothing but the warm tongue about to delve into her seething cunt and the thick, rigid cock that Brad was planning to follow up with in a few minutes. She remembered the texture and firmness of his big prick, the creamy outpouring of cum she had swallowed.
"Hook your legs over my back, baby," Brad said, interrupting Denise's torrid recollections.
Brad was lying flat on his belly between the pretty eighteen-year-old's legs, his face right in front of her lust-slickened mound. Denise draped her knees over his shoulders as he had asked her. The blonde's heels were right at the small of Brad's back, and she could feel his side burns rubbing along her thighs as she squeezed her legs together.
"Sweet, sweet pussy," she heard Brad murmur as his lips descended on her open cunt.
Brad started by slipping just the very tip of his tongue between Denise's pouting cuntlips and running it up and down with a wiggling motion. Denise gasped with delight and put her hands on her own titties, her fingers closing automatically over her swollen nipples.
"Oooooh, stick it inside me!" the aroused girl begged.
Brad chuckled and lifted Denise's erect clit with his darting tongue-tip, instead. He rolled his tongue all around the tiny nubbin, then popped it into his mouth. He sucked hard, batting at the little button of sensitivity with his tongue as his lips caressed it.
"Oooof!" Denise grunted, all the breath forced out of her panting body.
Brad let go of the girl's distended clitty and punched his rigid tongue up her soupy cunt-hole. Denise caught her breath in one wheezing gasp as his slick tongue sank into her clasping fuck-tube.
"Do it to me! Fuck me with your tongue!" Denise urged her lover, the intensely pleasurable feelings returning to her pussy in a white-hot rush of desire.
The pussy-gobbling boy was really getting into eating Denise's hot cunt. He smacked his lips at the tangy goodness of the young girl's spicy cunt juice and plunged his tongue in and out at an ever-quickening rate.
"Agghhh! Ohhhhh, it's getting so good," Denise moaned, her eyes still closed and her hands working her tits eagerly as her head whipped from side to side on the pillow and her butt began bouncing off the mattress to meet each hot tongue-thrust.
Brad tongue fucked the little virgin until she was cooing with unleashed passion and tugging at her own nipples as if she wanted to pull j them off. Denise's perfect white asscheeks were bouncing up and down as quickly as they would have if she were being eaten atop a trampoline.
"I'm so close!" Denise whimpered. "Just a few more ... more ... licks!"
But Brad had other ideas about how the luscious blonde was going to cum this time. He stopped tonguing her cunt just short of the girl's orgasmic contractions, despite her delirious pleas for more.
"Not this time, baby," he told her, getting onto his knees and moving forward. "This time you're gonna get this!"
Brad held his hard, pulsating prick up, then pointed it toward Denise's splayed-open thighs. He smiled coyly at her.
"You want it, honey? You want my hard dick?" Brad teased the stunning teenager.
Eyes mere slits of undisguised lust, legs sprawled out and spread, cunt dripping with saliva and pussy-oil, Denise was unable and unwilling to fight back her savage need. She nodded, her hands never stopping their lewd massage of her own nipples.
"Yes, I want it," she whispered in a husky voice that she herself barely recognized as her own. "I want ... I want you to fuck me with it!"
It was the first time Denise had ever said the word 'fuck' aloud in her life, and Brad seemed to sense it. The fact that she wanted him badly enough to completely abandon all of her lifelong moral restrictions seemed to turn on the kneeling boy even more than eating her.
In seconds, Brad was on top of Denise, the head of his wide prick at the center of her flowing cunt. The dark-haired youth let his weight down on his hips slowly, the head of his cock mashing relentlessly past Denise's stubborn, virginal cuntlips.
"Oh, God, it feels like a bedpost!" Denise groaned, the big dick putting tremendous pressure on her pussy-mouth as it glided inexorably inside.
Brad snorted like a bull and pushed harder. The bulbous tip of his prick went two inches up the fearful girl's unstretched twat. It came to rest against her cherry, and Brad just let it soak in Denise's hot cuntjuice for a few moments.
Denise's mind was a flurry of conflicting arguments and desires. What Brad was doing to her was wrong-she was still straight enough to realize that-but it was something she felt she had to experience. So far, it hurt more than it felt good, but there was something wonderful about the heat of Brad's cock inside her. She sensed it would get better after the pain subsided and her fears lessened.
"Do it!" Denise urged Brad. "Break it! I want to see what it's like ... being a real woman!"
Brad gave a grunt of acknowledgement and pulled his dick back until the knobby tip was almost out of Denise's little cunt. Then, with a roar of pent-up need, Brad rammed his bone-hard cock all the way into Denise's cunthole.
The sudden full weight of Brad on top of her left Denise no wind in her crushed lungs to scream out the pain she felt. The fiery plunge of Brad's fat prick through her cherry gave the breathless ex-virgin more anguish than she had ever expected. Denise thrashed about beneath Brad, trying to push his sword-like cock free of her agonized pussy. She found that her frantic squirming merely made the pain more intense.
"Off me!" the bleeding cheerleader grunted in Brad's ear. "Please, get off me. It hurts too much!"
But Brad was in seventh heaven and clearly had no intention of pulling out now. Denise's hot, almost liquid cunt felt too good around his implanted dick for him to even consider her tormented request.
Instead, the tall senior began moving his embedded cock around gently inside the groaning, now-motionless girl. Brad pressed his hard meat onto Denise's clitty, rubbing the excitable little bud expertly.
Denise felt the pain slowly edging away. A flush of pleasure gradually replaced the soreness in the young blonde's violated cunt. Brad moved at a snail's pace until he sensed that Denise was beginning to enjoy having his wide prick inside her warm little pussy, then he eased his cock halfway out of her slippery, tight tube and fed it slowly back in.
"Ohhhh!" Denise whispered in a surprised tone. "That's ... that's starting to feel okay!"
Brad grinned at the gorgeous little cheerleader and pumped his cock in and out of her a bit faster. His smile deepened as he watched Denise's face change from a surprised look to a sensual, joyous expression.
"Starting ... starting to feel really good," the honey-blonde groaned as the friction from Brad's pussy-stuffing prick rekindled her clit's tingling need.
"You're about ready, that's for sure," Brad panted with the effort of piercing Denise's juicy but binding cuntal sheath again and again.
"Ready? Ready for what?" Denise asked innocently.
"For ... this!" Brad shouted.
Denise screamed again as the boy atop her suddenly shifted his ass into high gear and began slamming his thick cock in and out of her in long, hard thrusts. The heat his pistoning prick generated in glove-like cuntal sleeve was devastating. Her clit caught fire and her titties jumped against Brad's chest.
"Oh, sweet God!" Denise hissed. "Do it ... do it just like that. Fuck meeeeee!"
Brad gave a little groan and rammed his cock into Denise even faster. The hot-blooded blonde gurgled with joy and experimented with moving her pussy in time with the boy's jackhammering drives into her churning depths.
"That's right, girl," Brad urged. "Move it. Move that sweet cunt. Get your rocks off with me. Come together!"
Denise moaned and made a desperate effort to synchronize her movements with Brad's. She wanted to help him give her all of his scorching cock on every exciting penetration of her clutching pussy.
It took Denise only a few humps to catch onto the rhythm. She dug her fingers into Brad's sweating back and pushed with her heels, her cunt sucking at the boy's hard shaft as it narrowed even more.
"Jesus, you're getting so tight!" Brad gasped.
Denise closed her eyes in ecstasy and rode his fat cock like a pro, delighting in the in-describable sensation it was causing in her pussy. The tremors started on the very next stroke.
"I'm gonna cum," Denise sighed. "Your big cock is making me cum!"
Brad's ass-muscles jerked as the girl told him she was ready, and Denise felt his cockhead swell like an overripe plum inside her. He growled like a rutting beast and banged her spasming pussy hard with three quick fuck-strokes.
"NOWWWWWW!" Brad suddenly cried out as he sheathed his prick all the way up Denise's gushing cunthole.
Liquid fire boiled far up into Denise's womb. Brad was shooting his cum deep inside her, the super-aroused girl realized abruptly. Her fluttering pussywalls were sucking out his geysering cum like a second mouth.
The lava from Brad's erupting dick sent Denise blasting over the top with him. Her cunt tightened like a squeezing hand around his spurting cock, and the fiery spasms pulsed through her again and again.
It was unreal! Denise's sex-fired brain reeled under the impact of the supernova of an orgasm. She let out a long, contented moan of pure pleasure and moved her hips gently on Brad's shrinking cock until the joy-giving shaft slipped from her cunt.
It was several minutes before either of them spoke. They lay tangled together, Brad's hand tenderly stroking Denise's flowing blonde hair as he held her.
"How'd you like it?" he whispered at last.
"Great!" Denise panted. "Great, but tiring. Let's just rest for a while, okay?"
Brad nodded, an equally exhausted look on his handsome face. In no time at all, they were asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Denise was very wobbly when she awoke an hour later and attempted to get out of bed. She could tell the booze and the pot she'd experimented with were still very much in control of her body.
But Nature was calling and that was all there was to it-Denise had to find a bathroom, drunk or sober.
The lovely blonde struggled out of bed. Brad barely stirred as she got up and navigated toward a closet, hoping to find a robe of some kind. The idea of bending over to get her discarded clothes and put them on was too monumental to even think about seriously in her dizzy condition.
The only thing in the closet that looked even vaguely usable was a thin negligee that looked as if it might reveal more than it concealed. Frowning, Denise took the filmy garment from the closet and put it on. There had to be a bathroom nearby, she reasoned, and she didn't intend to linger in the hallway on the trip to and from the much-needed room.
Everything went well for a while. Denise looked down the hall and saw it was empty. She found a bathroom two doors from the bedroom she and Brad were sharing, and it, too, proved unoccupied. Denise took her time. She used the toilet, fixed her hair, and started to wash her face.
A shower-that's what I really need, the disoriented cheerleader told herself suddenly, her eyes drawn to the elaborate enclosure next to the sink. The steamy, muscle-relaxing spray was too strong a lure to resist.
The massaging torrent felt as good on Denise's tired, over-stimulating body as she had thought it would. The radiant eighteen-year-old luxuriated in the relaxing stream for a long time, letting the pounding, needle-thin jets of water cleanse her as it seemed to renew her spirit.
When Denise stepped from the tub and began drying herself, she was shocked to find that the spray had done something else as well. The young blonde's nipples were standing out in huge pink lumps and the towel touching the sensitive, strawberry-sized nubs made her shiver with returning lust. As she finished drying her tits and moved downward with the fluffy towel, she discovered that her cunt was wet-very wet-and it wasn't from the beaded water.
My God, I've never felt this way before! Denise exclaimed to herself. She wondered if it was the weed and the bourbon that had made her so different tonight, or was it her own surpassed, long-fought-off sensual desires that had finally come to the surface to seize control of her statuesque body?
The last thought made Denise very nervous, and she hurriedly dried herself the rest of the way and slipped into her negligee again. She was in such a rush to get back to the room and put her clothes back on that she didn't even bother to look first before dashing out into the hall.
Denise ran from the bathroom to the bedroom door, her big tits bounding and swaying unrestrained beneath the nearly transparent nightgown. She tried the door and found that it wasn't closed as she was sure it had been before she left.
Pushing gently on the door, Denise found out why. Through the crack between the door and the jamb, the spying blonde saw who had opened and closed the door in her absence.
Marcie Taylor was on the bed with Brad. He was on his back, his rigid, pole-like cock straight up in the air with Marcie's wet red lips so gliding up and down the shaft.
Denise watched with growing horror as Marcie took Brad's balls in her hand and squeezed them gently on each upstroke. Brad reacted by drawing the sucking brunette down harder with a tug of her long dark hair.
How can I go back in there and get my clothes with that going on? Denise asked herself hopelessly.
She had hoped Brad might prove to be a gentleman and not tell anyone about what had happened between the two of them. But Marcie Taylor had a huge reputation around school, so huge that the lithe brunette no longer gave a damn what people said about her or her parties. Indeed, if no one spread it around school about what had gone on at Marcie's last blow-out, Marcie usually blabbed it all over school herself.
If Marcie saw Denise like this-nude under a thin negligee-the young head cheerleader's reputation would be ruined. If Marcie didn't actually see her, Denise figured she could maintain that she and Brad hadn't actually done anything.
But she couldn't just stand out here in the hall, Denise realized abruptly. When someone came along-as they were bound to, since the sound of laughter and music was still coming on strong from the living room and family room-it would be just as bad as if Marcie had caught her.
Denise watched Marcie sucking Brad's long dick for a minute longer, agonizing over what to do next. Another thing that Denise didn't like about the situation materialized in the worried eighteen-year-old's mind: The sensual, erotic impact of watching the other girl's lips going up and down Brad's swollen pecker was adding to her discomfort.
The honey-blonde could feel her pussy moistening again, and her nipples were standing out against her sheer negligee once more. She had to get away from this depravity before someone saw her!
Tearing her eyes from the bedroom, Denise crept down the hallway. Her bare feet made no sound on the thick carpet as she made her way to the bedroom around the corner from Brad and Marcie's. She tried the door and found it open and the room dark.
Sighing with relief, Denise went inside and snapped on the light. She started to sit on the king-size bed and just wait for Brad and Marcie to get done, but then she noticed a small bathroom attached to the bedroom. She went in to check hair and make up, wanting to get dressed and get home as rapidly as possible, as soon as the coast was clear.
Denise barely had time to snap on the light and get brief glimpses of herself in the medicine cabinet mirror, when she heard voices. Hitting the light quickly and closing the door most of the way, the frightened cheerleader peeked into the bedroom.
"Yeah, this one is empty!" a male voice whispered urgently, the bedroom door opening.
Denise held her breath as two boys entered the room, a girl between them. It was Denise's best friend, Sue McPherson!
Sue was a year younger than Denise, a junior in school this year. She was also quite fucked-up tonight-that was obvious from the way she walked and the lop-sided, vacant grin on the young redhead's pretty face.
Watching closely from her vantage point in the darkened bathroom, Denise saw that the two boys, Tank Murdock and Frank Wilcox, were busily stripping the unprotesting girl's clothes off.
There wasn't much to strip, since Sue was dressed in her cheerleading outfit. The boys pulled off Sue's sweater and unsnapped her bra, then got her out of her skirt and whipped off her panties and tennis shoes.
Denise gasped as she saw her friend being laid on the big bed, Sue's naked red cuntal bush picking up the light from the overhead fixture. The furry patch of carrot-colored hair seemed to shine with an unnatural brightness, and Denise realized it was wet with Sue's thick cuntjuice.
"Someone gonna sug my big tiddies?" Sue murmured drunkenly, her words slurring together almost incoherently.
"Yeah, baby, in a minute," Tank Murphy said with a triumphant smile creasing his beefy face. "In a hot fucking minute."
"Hot fucking ... that's what I need," Sue giggled, spreading her legs wide.
Frank laughed and hurried to the door. "I'll get 'em, Tank," he said to his friend as he disappeared into the hall.
Tank nodded and took off his shirt. Denise's eyes grew bigger as she saw the all-star fullback getting out of the rest of his clothes just a few feet in front of her hiding place, his wide, muscular back turned to her.
"Oooooohhhh, gawwwwd!" Sue hissed in surprise from the bed.
Denise saw that her friend was staring right at Tank's crotch. The redhead's eyes were big as half-dollars as she gazed in awe at the big youth's cock.
"Like it ... huh, baby?" Tank chortled. "Most chicks are scared shitless of being nailed by my cock. Nice to see one that ain't."
The big football player turned and threw his pants onto the dresser next to the bathroom I door. Denise's eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw what her friend had been staring at so raptly.
Tank Murphy had a cock that was at least eleven inches long and thicker than Brad's! Denise couldn't even imagine something as big and ominous-looking as that going up a girl's cunt. She shivered at the very thought.
The door opened at that moment, and Frank and three other boys came in. Denise knew all of them. Two of the teenagers, Willis Rogers and Louis Paul, were on the football team with Tank. The third was a fellow Student Council member, a tall, skinny boy by the name of Rob Baker.
All four of the boys started tearing off their clothes as they looked at Sue on the bed.
"Flip for firsts!" Tank yelled excitedly.
There was a chorus of agreement and a scramble for coins among the discarded pants. Someone found five quarters.
Denise watched as the boys flipped for who would fuck Sue first. Surrounding the bed was a virtual forest of cocks-more pricks than Denise had ever thought she would see in her entire life! They stood out firm and excited with lust in all kinds of sizes and colors. From Tank's huge red one to Rob's thin, pale-white sliver of a prick.
"All right!" Louis Paul hooted happily. "I win firsts. Open that pussy, Sue honey, her comes Louie!"
Denise saw the agile athlete jump onto the bed and position himself between her friend's legs. Louis wasted no time on preliminaries. He got his medium-sized prick between Sue's bright red cuntlips and began sawing it back and forth, his balls bouncing off her ass with each quick stroke.
"Yeah, that's it, Louis!" Willis shouted. "Fuck the shit out of her! Get her ready for my cock. I'm second!"
Sue locked her legs around Louis' ankles and tossed her wide hips up to meet his plunges. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire and her fingers stole around her rutting lover's thick neck. She rubbed his neck lovingly as he punched his fat cock in and out of her gripping cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm, feels so good," Sue murmured. She looked up at Willis. "Why wait, stud? Don't you like a good blow-job once in a while?"
Willis nodded, bright-eyed and ready. He pounced onto the bed next to the reclining girl's head. Louis leaned back a little so that his buddy could move in closer and get his cock into Sue's mouth. The eager girl turned her head toward Willis' jutting prick and sucked it in.
Denise's pussy spasmed as she saw her friend performing the two wanton acts at once in front of an audience of whooping, shouting boys. There was something obscene and sensual about watching such depraved activity, Denise told herself uneasily. It made her very nervous to think that such a lewd spectacle could excite her even a little bit.
Telling herself she just wanted to calm her fears, Denise opened the door a little wider and quickly snatched up the lighter and joint left on top of the dresser. The trembling blonde lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. The raucous smoke grated on her throat, but she held it in and waited.
Sue bucked like a bronco on the bed and Willis groaned. The smoke came out of Denise's lungs with a hiss as she watched Louis pouring his white, heated cum into Sue's anxiously wiggling pussy. The red-haired girl mewled happily around Willis' gliding dick, her lips working hungrily on the firm staff as Louis emptied his nuts into her spasming cunt.
Denise could see her friend was cumming. The thought of cumming in a room full of boys who were all waiting to fuck you-one cock in your mouth, another up your cunt-wasted Denise's mind as surely as the marijuana resin pumping through her bloodstream.
A half-there smile creeping over her pretty face. Denise watched Louis crawl off the bed and Frank jump on in his place.
Denise's hand seemed to float down to her own pussy as she witnessed Frank plunging his bloated cock into Sue's cum-drenched cunt. The two started fucking right away, Sue still sucking doggedly on Willis' erect prick as she moved her hips in perfect time with Frank's long, deep thrusts into her pussy.
The peeking blonde didn't even notice when she started finger-fucking herself. Her head was floating somewhere above the bathroom ceiling as she looked down to see two fingers plunging in and out of her hot, wet slit.
"Mmmmm," Denise moaned softly, still just sober enough to keep herself from being heard in the other room.
The feeling was beautiful, Denise decided-watching Sue fuck two boys, fingering her own cunt as she observed the lovely redhead going through her paces.
Denise jammed the fingers in faster and put her other hand on her swollen, lust-ridden tits. She squeezed her own nipples as she fucked herself, the smoldering cigarette resting between her lush lips.
Willis let out a howl of enjoyment in the next room and crammed his cock all the way into Sue's pistoning mouth. Denise heard the red-haired girl gurgle and knew that Sue was sucking down throatfuls of Willis' spurting jism.
The memory of Brad's salty cock-cream rolling down her own throat earlier in the evening came flooding back to Denise. She recalled how it had tasted and the thrill she got when she realized that she was actually drinking a boy's hot cum.
Denise imagined how it must feel doing the same thing in front of an audience of horny males, and an unexpected gripping orgasm seized the masturbating blonde. Moaning under the boiling impact, Denise leaned against the wall and banged herself furiously until the heady pulses of pleasure died away.
When she got back to the door, Denise found that Willis had pulled his prick out of Sue's mouth and the redhead was licking it clean. Denise felt weak in the knees almost immediately as she watched the other girl licking the gooey cock.
"I can't be getting hot again so fast, not after just climaxing!" Denise whispered aloud in disbelief at her body's reaction. "I just can't be!"
But the hot-blooded young cheerleader had to admit that she was.
Frank was grinding away between Sue's thighs and Sue was groaning and writhing beneath him. And Denise found to her dismay that she was every bit as dripping and eager for stimulation as the girl pounding away on the bed.
Giving in to her base desires, Denise shoved two fingers into her cunny again and began playing with her own nipples. She sucked in the joint's pungent smoke and held it, the tip of the cigarette glowing perilously close to the girl's full lips in the darkness.
Frank shot his cum into Sue, and the little redhead wrapped her arms around his and held on through his frantic cum-lunges, her own cunt starting to spasm once more as the burning man-cream emptied into her. Cuntjuice poured from Sue's contracting cunthole as Frank unloaded in the clasping socket.
"Ohhhhh! Fuck me ... fill me!" Sue murmured in ecstasy as Frank pumped her full of cum.
Denise whimpered with desire and flung her fingers in and out of her creaming cunny. Her tits were tightening under her steady manipulation, and her head was spinning from the grass she had sucked into her lungs.
Frank pulled his limp cock out of Sue. He crawled up to the head of the bed and let the turned-on cheerleader suck his prick clean as she had his buddy's.
"Now, this is hot!" Willis roared, watching the couple's antics. "It's so hot, I'm gonna go out to the game room and get a beer to cool off with before the next round."
"Hey, sounds great to me, too, man," Louis agreed, pulling on just a pair of jeans.
Frank got dressed and went with them. Denise watched from the bathroom, hoping the action would start again soon. Her pussy was aflame with desire, and her fingers still sluiced slowly in and out her greasy cuntal passage.
"Why don't you go, too, Susie?" Tank grumbled at the cum-smeared redhead. "Go at least as far as the bathroom and wash that shit out of your cunt. I hate being second."
"Third," Sue reminded him with a saucy smile, getting out of bed.
Denise froze with fear, realizing Sue might come into the bathroom she was hiding in. But Sue obviously didn't know or didn't remember about the smaller bathroom. She got half-dressed in a hurry and went off down the hall with the three boys.
Breathing easier, Denise sucked on the joint in her mouth. The orange glow raced close to her lips in an instant, so close that the heat frightened the stoned-out girl. She opened her mouth and the lighted cigarette tumbled down in the darkness.
"Aggghhhh!" Denise screamed, jumping back away from the spinning hot tip.
The door opened and Tank Murphy's huge physique filled the whole doorframe. He was grinning as he looked down at the scared, nearly naked blonde. He examined the bulging tits beneath the open gown and moved his gaze down to Denise's juice-beaded, distended pussylips.
"Fuckin' look at this, now!" Tank growled, his eyes aglow with lust. "Makes fuckin' Sue look like a boy ... and Sue ain't bad."
Rob joined Tank in the doorway, his eyes also agog over the blonde goddess hiding in the bathroom. Tank put his big hand on Rob's skinny shoulder.
"Go tell them other fuckers to get lost for a little while, Robbie," Tank told the smaller boy. "Tell Sue, too. Only don't tell any of 'em who we got in here. I don't want to share somethin' as good as this with anyone for a while."
"How about me, Tank?"
"Oh, yeah, Robbo." Tank smiled down at the boy. "I'll let you do any fuckin' thing you want with her-as soon as I'm done!"
Rob smiled and threw on his clothes. He vanished out of the room just as Tank reached into the bathroom and picked Denise up like a ragdoll and tossed her onto the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Never dreamed you were as hot a piece a pussy as you are," Tank told Denise with a leering grin as he got onto the bed between her outstretched legs. "You always look so stuck up at school. But you're a hot little bitch, baby. I can see it in your eyes. You want my prick, don't you?"
Denise squirmed uneasily on the bed, too terrified to move away from the hulking full-back-or at least that's what she kept telling herself. She couldn't deny that there was a fierce new pounding sensation in her wet cunt as the spectacularly well-built boy gazed at her nude body. She wondered if it was true-if she really was a hot little bitch....
Tank was setting out to prove his statement. The muscular football player touched the tip of his huge, throbbing dick to Denise's cuntlips. The little blonde cheerleader jumped at the hot contact, her tiny cuntmouth gliding up and down the knot-like, seething cockhead as she settled back onto the bed.
"It's ... it's so hot!" Denise gasped.
"Just like you, baby ... just like you," Tank chuckled, rubbing the smooth, searing tip up and down her flowing pussylips again and again.
Denise closed her eyes and let him toy with her. She told herself it was okay, that it was the only thing she could do. Tank was as big as a house and the meanest guy on the team. If he wanted to fuck her, there was little Denise could do to stop him.
Besides, Denise's fogged mind reasoned, the hot thick cockhead felt great sliding into her juicy cuntmouth. The passion-driven girl told herself that she had only been going to put out for Brad, but that Brad had betrayed her as soon as she had left the room. Brad had let himself get sucked off by Marcie, so whatever happened between her and Tank was okay. It was....
Tank pushed the head of his super-cock between Denise's glistening, distended pussylips at that moment, and all debate about right or wrong ended abruptly. The small blonde groaned and tried frantically to wriggle her full hips out from under Tank's massive body.
The pain was incredible. Denise had felt that her virginal cunt was being stretched to its very limits an hour ago when Brad had broken her cherry, but this was something else again. Tank's prick was half-again thicker than Brad's and a couple of inches longer. The suddenly frightened cheerleader felt as if she were being impaled on a burning fence post.
"N-no!" Denise pleaded, her ass scooting away from the meaty invader. "Please ... it's too big-way too big!"
Tank smiled and held her in place with his big hands. He realigned his prick and shoved forward again.
"Ohhhh!" Denise screamed helplessly, her cunt mouth refusing to stretch wide enough to accept the searing hunk of cockmeat.
Tank wasn't discouraged and he didn't give a damn about the girl's discomfort. The big fullback rocked his prick up and back, just nudging the fat tip against Denise's hot cunt until it was completely coated with her slippery, boiling cunt oil. He pushed hard again.
"UNNNNGGGHHHH!" Denise moaned as she felt her cunt give way and the head of the monstrous cock forced its way past her slick pussylips.
Tank never stopped on a football field when he had the ball, not until there was absolutely nowhere to go. He fucked the same way. The bulky fullback bulled his prick forward in Denise's stretchy, sucking cunt-passage until every last inch of it was buried in the moaning girl's pussyhole.
Denise was in such pain that she couldn't hold onto a coherent thought. Nothing existed for her except the ongoing agony in her cock-filled cunt.
Not caring about anyone's pleasure but his own, Tank began sawing his giant cock in and out of the tortured cheerleader's cunt. Denise cried and whimpered in the big youth's ear and pounded her fists on Tank's back as he fucked her, but the uncaring fullback just laughed and kept on sinking his huge cock into Denise's tiny pink cuntslit again and again.
"Ugh, ugh, ahhh, ugh," Tank grunted happily. "Tight, tight, pussy. God, I love tight pussy. Could fuck you all night, baby!"
Denise moaned, hoping to God that wasn't true. The big fullback kept rutting away in her abused cunt, and all she could do was hang on and pray for the pain to go away.
Miraculously, it began to do just that. Denise noticed that the lubricant was pouring out of her hotly fucked cunt at an ever quickening rate. Soon the friction caused by Tank's tree-like cock began to feel less painful. It even started to feel nice.
"Ummmmmm," Denise sighed as the pain began to leave her at last.
"Ha, I knew it!" Tank chortled, keeping up his slamming fuck-rhythm. "You hot little cunt ... I knew you'd like my cock after a while. Now we can really fuck!"
Denise gasped as the boy threw his ass into overdrive and his thick pussy-plunger began drilling in and out of her greasy cunt like an out-of-control piston. The surprised cheerleader felt her cunt going crazy beneath the savage fucking. Torrents of pussy-fluid poured out of her and spasms of pleasure shot through Denise's cock-ravaged cunt.
"OHHHHHH!" the little blonde groaned-not from pain this time.
Tank slowed his pace a little, letting the suddenly turned-on girl pump her hips back up at him. He watched with satisfaction as Denise moved with him, her arms going tight around his big neck and her heels hooking instinctively over his calves so that she could push her cunt up to meet his deep hard thrusts.
"Now you're fuckin', baby," the big foot-ball player breathed in Denise's ear. "Now you're fuckin' me real nice."
Denise moaned and clung even tighter. The notion that she was helping the giant plunging cock enter her violated pussy would have repelled her totally a few minutes ago.
But now she wanted it, Denise had to admit. Now she was living for the next thrilling slide of the fat, hot prick into her convulsing cunt.
"Yes," the aroused cheerleader heard herself mumbling. "Yes, I'm fucking you. I'm fucking you with my hot, hot pussy, and I want all of your beautiful cock!"
Tank gave a fierce, hungry growl and plunged his dick into Denise again and again. The excited little blonde gurgled with joy and bounced off the mattress with each lunge, her cunt sucking at the glorious ramming cock as it traveled up and down her pussy-canal at a frantic pace.
"UHHHHHH." Denise moaned loudly, her lovely blonde mane thrashing from side to side like a million golden whips. "Do it! Cum in me! Fill me with it!"
Tank drove his prick into Denise and held it deeply inside her. He moved his hips from side to side rapidly, his thick cock squishing around in her clasping cunt in a way that drove Denise mad with cum-fever.
"Shoot it!" the lust-controlled girl screamed. "Flood me with your hot cum!"
Tank groaned and kept on writhing atop her, his huge cock suddenly unleashing a stream of scalding jism inside Denise's gripping pussy-sheath.
The cock-hungry blonde gasped and dug her nails into her lover's broad back, the fiery spasms vibrating through her cunny with heart-stopping impact as the ocean of stored-up jizz sprayed into her.
"Ughhhh ... so much!" Denise gurgled happily, her head exploding into starry ecstasy along with her skyrocketing cunt.
Flashes of unbelievable brightness exploded before the climaxing girl's closed eyes. Her pussy kept on clenching and nibbling at Tank's emptying cock until there was no more cum left for it to gobble.
Denise opened her eyes at last and saw that only part of the light-show she had just experienced had been due to the beautiful orgasm tearing through her. Rob Baker stood next to the bed, a Polaroid camera in his hand.
"N-no!" Denise wailed, trying to grab the camera.
Tank pulled his limp dick out of the struggling girl's soupy cunt. He held her on the bed with one of his massive hands.
"Aw, come on, honey," Tank's baritone voice rumbled good-naturedly. "Don't spoil old Robbie's fun. He digs taking snaps of chicks getting fucked. He's got ones of Sue and Marcie and probably ten other cunts you know. Some of 'em would probably surprise you. But he don't show 'em around. He knows better than that."
Big dumb Tank's assurances didn't calm Denise's fears a bit. The worried blonde tried desperately to get up once more and get at the incriminating picture, but Tank held her in place as easily as he would have stopped a two-year-old child.
"Here ... look how beautiful you are," Rob whispered in awe, holding the photo out for Denise's inspection. He couldn't take his eyes from it for a moment. "So gorgeous, so earthy, so ... so ... sensual!" the skinny boy breathed excitedly.
Denise caught sight of the color photo, and her breath froze in her lungs. It was an arresting, alluring snapshot. The embarrassed cheerleader had to admit to herself that it was a stunning and provocative portrait of a sensuous young girl's body in the throes of total joy. The film caught the moment of orgasm, the blinding fury of her frantic climax, the animal savagery of Tank's long cock smashing deep into her spasming cunt.
"See ... see how beautiful you are?" Rob's soft, seductive whispering voice went on. "Let me take another of you. Louis and Frank are here. Frank wants to fuck you while you suck Louis' cock. I'll snap it for you. It'll be fantastic ... you'll see."
Denise looked around and saw Louis and Frank had indeed come in the room while she had been fucking Tank. They stood near the bed, their pricks hard and ready for action.
"No ... no, I mustn't," Denise murmured, telling herself it was true-that she really shouldn't.
But the boys all knew she was going to-she could see it in their eager, expectant eyes, just as they could read it in hers.
Tank got off the bed and Frank took his place between Denise's legs. Louis got on next to the little cheerleader's wildly strewn blonde hair, his prick close to her mouth.
"No ... no I won't!" Denise insisted. "I simply couldn't...."
But the boys paid no attention. Frank shoved his cock into her pussy, making Denise sigh with contentment as he entered her. And Louis put his hand behind the protesting girl's head and moved her lips within an inch of his stiff prick. He moved forward and Denise opened her mouth and took his cock inside.
"Yeah, just like that!" Rob shouted, moving into position with his camera. He bent low and got the angle just right. "Do it!" he told them. "Do it hard and fast. It'll be the fuck-shot of the year!"
Something took control of Denise's body as he realized what she must look like. Sucking one boy's prick, her lips slurping blissfully at his fat cock while another boy enjoyed her slippery cunt-Denise saw herself mentally and the image set her blood to boiling. She knew Rob was going to capture the moment for others to see, and that somehow made it even better.
"Mmmmm," Denise hummed as she really got into sucking Louis' cock. Her head was flying up and down his dick and her fingers caressed his heavy balls.
"Wow, man, look at her go!" Tank shouted excitedly.
"Yeah, she's fuckin' their brains out!" another boy shouted with glee.
Denise went wild. She began putting on a real show for the boys assembled around the bed. Her pussy went up and down as fast as her strong, trim legs could whip it off the bed and Frank's hard dick could hammer it back down. Denise sucked hungrily on Louis' engorged dick at the same time, her tongue drawing tickling circles around the pistoning fuck-stick as she moved her head up and down.
"Shit, she blows like a tornado!" Tank chortled, watching the sex-crazed girl's antics.
"You fuckin' said it!" Louis sighed. "Can't take much more of her hot little mouth-no one could!"
"I'm willing to try it after she drains your nuts!" another boy offered quickly amid flurry of other voices.
Slowly, Denise realized there was a crowd of boys in the room watching her performance. It dawned on her that they all expected to fuck her or be sucked off by her. The thought flashed through her like a surge of electric current. She knew she was going to do it-and she knew she was going to love it!
Louis moaned at that moment and dumped his hot load right down Denise's throat. The beautiful blonde moaned with joy and licked down every drop, the flash-bulb exploding once again as the onrushing cum streamed out of her pursed mouth at the corners.
Denise tongued Louis clean and let his cock go. Another boy's replaced it almost before she could breathe, and she began to suck once more. She didn't even look up to see who it belonged to.
"Aggggghhhhh!" Frank shouted, cumming in Denise's cunt.
The jets of hot spunk set off an orgasm in the wiggling cheerleader's flooded pussy, and she sucked and fucked even harder. A new hard-on replaced Frank's as soon as it stopped shooting and Denise felt a new orgasm beginning to build almost immediately.
She sighed and pumped her hips faster, sucking hard....
* * *
It was two in the morning when Brad let Denise out a block from her parents' house. Both of them were feeling so buzzed and so tired that they could barely speak. They kissed briefly, and Brad promised to call the next day before he drove off.
Denise wobbled up the steps, thankful all the lights were out in the house. Her parents were probably tired of waiting up for her and had no doubt decided to chew her out in the morning instead of tonight.
Now that the booze and weed were starting to wear off, her parents were the least of Denise's worries. She would tell them that she had fallen asleep over at Susie's house, studying, and they would believe her. She had been such a good girl up until now that they always believed her.
What was spinning around in Denise's brain was the fact that she had blown and fucked seven or eight guys tonight-some of them two or three times. Brad had been passed-out in the other room the whole time, so he didn't know it yet, and the boys had sworn later that he wouldn't find out because they would all keep their mouths shut.
But Denise knew gossip in a small town like Montrose. If it ran true to form, her reputation would be in ruins by Monday afternoon.
CHAPTER SIX
Brad called Denise the next day at twelve-thirty. He sounded a bit hung over-the same way the young blonde felt-but it didn't seem that he had heard anything about her hot-assed behavior at the party after he had passed out. He asked her out for a hamburger and a movie, and Denise agreed.
The excited eighteen-year-old started getting ready for her five o'clock date at three-thirty in the afternoon. Denise used more make-up than she had ever dared to use in her life, and she took special care in scrubbing and powdering her nubile body until it glowed with a healthy, peaches-and-cream sheen that she hoped would drive Brad crazy.
When it came time to choose her outfit, Denise took a deep breath and brought out a halter top that she'd had for two months but had never had the nerve to wear in public. It was red, with one tie on each shoulder and a bow in back. The bow was really the only back the skimpy garment had, and Denise examined her almost-naked back in the mirror and shook her head doubtfully-the way she always did when she put the flimsy top on, right before she put it back in her drawer.
But tonight was different. Tonight Denise shook her long blonde tresses down over the back tie and pulled on a pair of very sheer pan-ties. She smiled at the nearly transparent result and shinnied into a pair of devastatingly tight shorts.
If he doesn't think I'm a knockout in this outfit, he needs glasses, Denise thought.
The statuesque high school girl giggled at herself. Was it just yesterday, she marveled, that she had been concerned about turning boys on? Now she wanted to turn them on-at least in Brad's case. She just hoped he hadn't heard anything about the party that he shouldn't have.
Denise breathed a sigh of relief when Brad showed up on time. She reasoned that he wouldn't have even bothered to stop by if he had learned what she had done with the other boys at last night's party. Brad impressed her as being too cool a character to want to be seen in public with a girl who put out for that many guys.
The idea of Brad eventually finding out made Denise nervous all over again as she strolled down the walk to Brad's car. The lovely cheerleader resolved to have a great time with Brad tonight, just in case she was right about the gossip being all around school by Monday. This might be her last date with smooth, handsome Brad.
"Well, you're lookin' real, real fine tonight!" Brad greeted the radiant young blonde, getting out to open the car door for her.
Denise smiled at the good-looking boy and got in. "You're looking pretty great yourself," she told him as they drove off.
They cruised through town slowly in the late-afternoon shade. Brad honked at several other couples Denise recognized and a few she didn't. She was amazed at the amount of people Brad knew in the small town after living in Montrose only since semester break. She guessed that it was his out-going personality-and his sideline as a dope dealer-that allowed him to meet so many people so fast.
Brad wheeled the Olds into the most popular burger stand in town, and they got out and went in. Denise could scarcely believe that it was just last night, in this very spot, that the two of them had talked for the first time and gotten together. She kept thinking about it and what a big change her decision to go to the par-ty with Brad had made in her life as they ate their burgers and finished off their cokes.
"The passion-pit awaits, my lady," Brad cooed as they finished their meal and headed back outside. He gestured to his car.
"We're going to the drive-in movie?" Denise asked, her heart beating faster.
Brad nodded, still grinning, and they started off.
Denise had never been to the drive-in with a boy before because she had always felt better able to fight off a guy's advances in a walk-in theatre. But tonight she didn't want to fight off Brad's advances.
He put his arm around her on the way out to the drive-in and dropped his hand casually onto her right tit. It felt great there, and Denise made no move to wriggle out from under it as she usually did when a boy tried to feel her up on a date.
Brad parked in the last row and turned off his lights. There were no other cars around for fifty feet. The movie looked fairly dull-some nonsense about cowboys and Indians and blazing six guns. Brad leaned over to kiss Denise, and all thoughts about the plot and whether the settlers would make it across the river in one piece vanished from Denise's mind.
The second Brad's long, slippery tongue wormed its way into Denise's mouth, the beautiful young blonde knew she was going to get fucked again tonight. Her nipples went stiff as Brad slithered his tongue up and down hers, and Denise felt her cunt getting slick with juice. She knew her heavy breathing was a dead giveaway to the experienced Brad, but she didn't care.
Sure enough, Brad's fingers were on Denise's protruding nipples seconds later, and her full mouth opened wide under his compel-ling kiss to admit all of his questing tongue. Denise moaned softly and pushed her tits into Brad's grasp, sighing more loudly as he squeezed the spongy globes of flesh through the flimsy top.
Brad pulled his mouth away abruptly. "Time to undo these, I think," he whispered, taking Denise's bows in his fingers and tugging.
Denise's shoulder-ties came untied simultaneously, and her halter floated down into her lap. Brad smiled as he saw the cheerleader's fantastic tits exposed in the weak light.
"Goddamn! They're as pretty as I remembered them, and I haven't smoked or drunk a thing all day!"
The boy's hot comment made Denise blush, but Brad never saw her do it. He was already diving between her lush tits, licking the skin and nuzzling the soft orbs with the sides of his face. He continued to tweak her sensitive nipples as he licked under each of the jutting mounds.
"Oh ... oh, that feels so good," Denise murmured. "L-lick my titties, please. Right on the very tips."
Brad smiled up at her. "You mean you want your nipples sucked, baby?"
Denise gulped and nodded. "Yes, suck my nipples," she begged him. There didn't seem to be much point in being modest and demure any more, the girl reminded herself-not after last night.
Brad's hot mouth closed over one of Denise's spiked nipples, his tongue batting the pliant knot of pink flesh as he sucked at it. The aroused boy's fingers clamped down to her already steaming cunt.
Brad didn't ignore Denise's pussy for long, either. After a few more moments of heated sucking and squeezing, the boy's hand roamed down to Denise's seething cunt. He rubbed her crotch through her Shorts, his fingers gliding over the moist-with-desire material until it was completely wet with the young blonde's cuntal outpourings.
"Take them off," Denise whispered hotly, not caring what she said at this point and knowing it turned Brad on when she asked for him to do things to her. "Take my shorts off and put your fingers in me."
Denise's shorts and panties were off in seconds, and the restrictive garments became piles of useless cloth around the eager blonde's ankles. Denise kicked them off and spread her legs to Brad's anxious fingers.
Brad sank two fingers into Denise's juicy pussy, twisting them across her upraised clit as he drove them into her. The blonde cheerleader groaned and spread her knees even wider, wanting more and more of the hard male fingers inside her greedy cunt.
"As hot and tight and wet as I fuckin' remembered it being," Brad murmured, drilling his fingers in and out of the girl's weeping cunt.
Denise moaned and put one hand on the back of her lover's neck. She drew his head downward, wanting it back on her erect nipples as his fingers sawed away at her flooding cunny.
Brad went the panting cheerleader one better. His head dropped all the way down to her lap, his snake-like tongue replacing his fingers in Denise's dripping cunt.
"Yesssss," Denise moaned anxiously. "Fuck me ... fuck me with your hot tongue!"
The long, slick tongue shot into the girl's glistening cunt, Denise's hot moans growing louder as it reamed her silky smooth pussy-tube. The tight little sex sleeve gripped at the sliding snake, trying to trap it as it wriggled up and down the lubricant-washed, elastic sheath.
"Uggghhhh!" Denise sighed, her whole body trembling under Brad's passionate licking.
Brad rammed his tongue in as far as he could shove it a few times, keeping it rigid as a hard cock. Denise whimpered with delight and grabbed his head, but he twisted free.
"You'll like this, too, honey-cunt," he whispered, stabbing at her aroused clit with the tip of his tongue.
Denise made strange choking sounds with the back of her throat as Brad lifted and licked her distended clitty with his hot wriggling tongue. The girl was panting, raising her cunt off the seat so that Brad had better access to her smoldering pink pussy. Denise's pussyjuice was pouring out and her cuntal depths ached to be filled.
The desperate girl was just about to beg him to dip a finger back into her empty slit when Brad drilled his tongue into her once more with a vengeance. The cunt-hungry boy lapped wildly at her clit, then rammed his tongue in again and again, alternating the two thrilling sensations until Denise gave an involuntary jerk and let go with a torrent of clear, hot cunt oil.
"I ... I ... UGHHHHHH!" Denise screamed. "I'm cumming!"
Brad glued his lips to the writhing blonde's puffy cuntmouth and sucked. Denise came even harder when she saw his throat working to gulp down her super-heated outpouring, and heard him swallowing it with noisy relish.
"Oh, Jesus, I love that!" Denise cooed as the full beauty of her cum engulfed her totally. "Eat it, you nasty, nasty, wonderful boy!"
Brad kept his mouth on Denise's pussy until the creaming slit stopped contracting and her cuntjuice slowed to a trickle. He licked and lapped until he had downed all of her slippery cream and her lush ass stopped bouncing and wiggling beneath his head.
Panting from the effort, Brad finally sat up. He smiled at Denise, his face glowing with her shiny cum. Slowly, Brad undid his pants, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Now it's your turn, doll," he told her confidently. "How about it ... you want some cock?"
The very mention of Brad's big hard dick set Denise's blood to simmering once more. She nodded eagerly, her eyes narrowing again with rising lust and moving down to Brad's crotch.
"Oh, yes!" Denise hissed as she saw the head of his rigid tool protruding from his opened pants. "Yes, I want it. I want to feel your cock ... to love it with my mouth. I want you to shove it right up my pussy!"
Brad chuckled at the girl's wanton eagerness and reached for her flaxen hair. Grabbing a handful in each fist, he drew her to him, smiling as he read the revulsion on her pretty face when she realized he was going to make her kiss him with her own fluids still drying on his lips.
Denise decided it was useless to fight it. She wanted to kiss Brad, even if she had to taste her own jizz to do it. The little cheerleader opened her mouth and felt Brad's lips on hers. His tongue darted into her mouth and she tasted her cuntjuice on it.
Breathing a relieved sigh as she discovered that her cunt oil had a pleasant tangy taste, Denise sucked hungrily at Brad's pleasure-giving tongue as she mashed her lips against his. The boy moaned with joy and caught her tits in either hand, wringing her pink nipples until they stood out hard and straight.
Denise's hands found Brad's upraised cock. She jacked the velvety skin covering his hard hunk of fuck-meat causing her lover to squeeze even tighter on her throbbing nipples.
The lovely blonde moaned and tugged faster and faster on Brad's turgid staff. Her hands were wrapped around it like a ballplayer's around a bat handle, and they were flying up and down the scorching prick.
Brad pulled his head away, an urgent look on his face.
"Suck it!" he commanded Denise. "Get your mouth on it before I cum all over your tits!"
Denise wanted to tell him that she didn't mind where he came. He could shoot his steamy load anywhere he wanted, as far as the turned on cheerleader was concerned. Feeling it spatter onto her tits and belly might be great, Denise told herself fleetingly. But she knew he was right. She wanted to suck his cock to completion this time. Mouth or pussy, it didn't matter to Denis which hole Brad launched his cum-bolts into.
Opening her mouth wide, Denise dove into Brad's lap. The gorgeous blonde's lips went around his pulsating shaft and tightened lovingly around the smooth head. Letting a hot lake of saliva build around the burning tip of the big cock, Denise slowly moved her wet lips downward, washing his thick cock with her scalding spittle and her circling tongue.
"Jesus!" Brad gasped. "So fuckin' hot!"
Denise gurgled with happiness, proud of her newly discovered ability to please a man. She swirled her molten saliva around and over Brad's swollen pecker as she sucked it, her mouth movements drawing a mewl or gasp of pleasure from Brad every few seconds.
The moaning boy let Denise blow him for a few more moments, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her nursing mouth free of his super-hard dick. It waggled, obscenely beautiful to Denise's sex-hungry eyes, above Brad's wiry pubic curls.
"Can't take too much of that-not after the handjob you laid on me," Brad panted, "got to let it simmer down a little so I can fuck you."
Denise nodded, her heart pounding at the mention of being fucked by his huge prick. She realized that she could cum again in just a few strokes of that hefty cock, despite the terrific orgasm Brad's tongue had given her just a few minutes before.
"I want you to fuck me," Denise told the boy shamelessly. "I want to feel your hot cum blasting inside of me."
Brad groaned and close his eyes. "Never thought I'd find a cunt as pretty as you ... as hot as you," he sighed with disbelief at his good fortune. "Here, raise up and let me get underneath you."
Denise raised her ass off the car seat, and Brad swung his legs over the gear shift and on-to the bucket seat beneath her. He raised his ass up and plopped in into position just below Denise's sweetly rounded little bottom. Brad put his arms around Denise and brought her down, his hands finding her tits and caressing them as he guided her.
"Put my cock in you," he whispered.
Denise shuddered with anticipation and reached for Brad's dickhead. She had never thought about fucking this way-facing away from her lover as he fucked into her cunt from in back-but it obviously could be done.
Moving her hips forward and back at just the right angle, Denise felt the insistent hardness of his mushroom-shaped cockhead against her slick wetness. She settled back a little and felt the exquisite sensation of being parted and entered by the fat helmet of cockmeat, the joy of having her succulent pussy-gates pushed open and filled with hot, pumping prick.
"Ohhhhh, feels wonderful!" Denise sighed helplessly, closing her eyes.
The cheerleader held onto the padded dash and slowly lowered her cunt onto the throbbing hardness. Brad's big cock pushed up into her almost liquid depths with thrilling, tantalizing slowness. Denise groaned and enjoyed every delicious inch of it as it filled her tight cunt tunnel to the bursting point.
"All of it!" Brad pleaded. "Get all of it up in that sweet pussy of yours!"
Denise sighed and let her full weight down on his burning shaft. The thick cock knifed in-to her buttery cunt-passage like a red-hot poker sinking into a tub of hot grease.
"Uhhhhh!" Denise grunted as his big dong punched into her cunt. She looked between her well-fondled tits and saw the bulge Brad's round shaft made in her cunt mound's normally smooth plane.
"Bounce that cunt, baby!" Brad urged her from behind. "Bounce that hot little twat in my lap and get what you need."
Denise groaned and moved her head. She knew what she needed-a cunt-bath of spurting cum. And she knew just how to get it....
The statuesque cheerleader hunched her pussy halfway up Brad's impaling prick, then let her weight carry her back down until his nuts touched her satiny asscheeks. Pulling herself up with her grip on the dash padding and jerking with her strong, sleek thighs, Denise rode the fat cock-pole up and down to sluicing, squishy ecstasy.
"Do it, baby, do it," Brad breathed hotly, his fingers pulling at the bouncing girl's nipples until they stood out brick-hard and pink from her milky white tits.
Brad pushed her titties together and rubbed the distended nubbins of sensitivity against one another. A supercharged jolt of pleasure rocketed through Denise's tits as soon as the twin nipples touched. It built into a glowing fireball and spilled over into the girl's cock-stuffed cunt.
The pounding thrills charging out of Denise's cunt and the flashing sparks of joy flying from her nipples met with incendiary force. Denise's eyes flew open, but she saw nothing but stars exploding before them.
Flinging her clutching pussy up and down the flaming sword of cock, Denise whimpered and dug her nails into the dash. Hot, in-coherent gurgling sounds poured from her constricted throat as the orgasm ripped through her gyrating, shuddering body.
The bouncing cheerleader yelped and moaned, her long blonde hair flying about crazily as she jerked her head from side to side.
Brad sucked in his breath with a loud gasp and let fly with his pent-up load. Huge jets of creamy cum gushed into the flailing girl's gulping pussy. The insatiable pink mouth closed tight around the spraying prick and milked the heavy fluid out of the throbbing shaft.
"Holy God, it's so fucking good!" Brad groaned as his balls jerked again and again.
Denise barely heard him. Her own orgasm was so fierce that it was all she could do to keep from screaming so loudly that they would have heard her in the front row of the drive-in. She held on and rode out the intense climax, the blood pounding in her ears and tiny gasps and groans escaping her clenched lips.
Brad was the first to give out. He let go of Denise's still-throbbing titties at last and pushed her ass off his lap, his now-limp cock falling harmlessly from the girl's clasping cunny.
"Enough, Baby," he gasped. "After last night and tonight, you got it all. There's no jizz left to squirt."
It took Denise another full minute to come back down to earth. As the tremendous con-tractions gradually lessened to tiny spasms of joy, Denise stopped groaning and tossing her ass into the air. She let out a long satisfied sigh and sat back onto Brad's gooey deflated dick.
"That was fantastic!" She breathed heavily. "I love you, Brad darling."
Denise almost bit her lip as she finished speaking. She knew cool, ultra-hip dudes like Brad didn't want to get involved in a 'love' relationship. Not the way basically old-fashioned girls like Denise did. She kicked herself mentally for blowing it with him just now, telling herself she should have held her tongue and just kept on loving him silently.
It was then that Brad surprised her. He scooted back onto his own seat, holding her up and lowering her as he moved out from under her. He smiled and held her blue eyes with his warm dark-brown gaze.
"I think I might love you, too, honey-girl," he told Denise simply and sincerely in a low whisper.
Her heart swelling with unbounded joy, Denise lay over in Brad's lap and took his soft cock in her mouth. The surprised boy laughed.
"No go, honey," he chuckled. "I told you, I haven't got a drop left in the old gonads to give you. I don't care how good you suck!" Denise stopped licking and sucking at the limp prick for a moment and looked up. She smiled seductively, totally at ease.
"I know, darling," she told him. "I just want to hold it in my mouth for a while. I love you so much!"
Brad laughed and stroked her hair. "Okay, baby, if it makes you happy."
He nearly passed out from surprise and the intensity of his cum twenty minutes later, when Denise's patiently sucking mouth extracted two big spurts of spunk from Brad's semi-stiff dick. Denise swallowed the worked-for jism triumphantly and smiled as she licked the last pearl from the head of his thoroughly spent cock.
* * *
"Wow, that's the first time in a long time I've taken a chick to the movies and actually seen one of the flicks," Brad told Denise as the credits rolled past after the second movie ended. "But then, I've never had a girl who sucked my balls as dry as you do."
Denise grinned devilishly. "It wasn't that bad a movie," she answered him with a wink. "And your balls are terrific!"
They both laughed and Brad started the car. He put his arm around the foxy blonde on the way back into town as she hummed along with the radio.
"How about a coke before I take you home?" Brad offered.
Denise said okay, and they turned into the same frosty stand they had gone to earlier for dinner. The young cheerleader felt Brad's hand tense as he saw a group of guys standing around by the doorway. She wondered why.
"Just wait here, darlin'," he cautioned her as they came to a stop a few feet away from the cluster of laughing males. "Got a little business to conduct."
Brad got out and approached the group. A big mill hand by the name of Amos Stanton stepped away from the others as Brad approached. He had a wary, alarmed look on his face and his hands were up above his waist, as though he might close them into fists and throw a punch at a moment's notice.
Denise held her breath. She knew Amos only slightly. He was older than Brad, twenty-two at least. He had been out of school for a couple of years. He was a big, foul-mouthed muscular boy who drove fast, drank a lot and had a reputation as one of the meanest boys in town in a brawl. He loved to fight.
"You owe me fifty bucks, Stanton," Brad said calmly as he came up to Amos. Brad was as tall as the older boy, but his thin, wiry physique suddenly seemed puny compared to Amos' bulky muscles.
"I don't got it, Dexter," Amos said defensively.
"That's what you said last time I saw you, shit-for-brains," Brad told Amos with a big grin. His smile hardened. "You know what I told you would happen the next time I saw you and you didn't have my dinero, fat boy?"
The crowd stepped back quickly and Amos dropped his empty coke cup. He brought his hands up, fists doubled.
"You don't fuckin' scare me, punk!" Amos growled. "I don't think I'm gonna pay you shit-ever! I think I'll just beat the fuck out of you instead and call it even."
Denise wanted to scream, watching what was happening. She had seen Amos fight another boy once, four years ago when she had been a freshman and Amos a senior. Amos had almost killed the other boy with his fists, smiling cruelly as he punished his beaten opponent into a bloody mess. She couldn't stand to see it happen again-not to her beloved Brad!
The terrified girl could have save her concern. It was all over so fast that witnesses would swear Amos never got one punch in.
He did. It was the first one of the brief fight-a roundhouse right that would have knocked Brad into the middle of next week if it had landed squarely.
It didn't come close. Brad side-stepped the powerful but slow right and nailed Amos three times with his left before the big man could blink.
Stumbling backward, surprised and stung by the lightning-quick lefts, Amos shook his head to clear it. Brad did that for him. The wiry boy hit Amos with a right that connected under the stunned man's chin and lifted the two-hundred pound mill hand a foot off the ground. The killer punch launched Amos backward and cleared the older boy's head of consciousness for over three minutes.
Brad went over to the prone, steadily breathing Amos and took a wallet out of the bigger man's pocket. He counted out five tens and showed it to the group of Amos' cronies.
"Fifty bucks worth of dope delivered to porko here two weeks ago, fifty bucks collected just now," Brad told the crowd, not even breathing hard. "I got prime smoke, lads, but I dig getting paid on time-remember that."
Turning on his heel, Brad walked to the ser-vice window and bought two large cokes. He smiled at the still-unconscious Amos and at his friends, then returned to the car.
"Here, sweetheart, sorry about the unpleasantness," Brad said to Denise as he handed her the coke and started the car.
"How on earth did you do that?" Denise asked, unable to keep the admiration out of her voice-even though she normally abhorred violence in any form.
"State Golden Gloves Champion, fourteen-year-old class," Brad explained with a sly grin, sipping his coke as he drove. "Runner-up, fifteen-year-old. Winner again, sixteen-year-old. I don't compete any more, but I'm still not too bad."
Denise nodded, suddenly understanding why none of the boys who had fucked her at the party had spread the story around. She shuddered to think what might happen to them if Brad found out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Denise was the happiest girl in Montrose High School during the next week. She met Brad between classes and they walked down the halls together talking and laughing. Everyone talked about what a great couple they made, and Denise's friends were green with envy about her being the lucky one who finally snagged the tall, good-looking mystery man.
The two of them were nominated as king and queen candidates for the annual Spring Fling celebration that prefaced the graduation week ceremonies, and everyone said they were a shoe-in. Denise was beside herself with excitement, since she had been elected Homecoming Queen in the fall semester and no one could ever recall a girl being Head Cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, and Spring Fling Queen all in the same year.
It was with a very light heart, therefore, that Denise came home from school and found the long, slender tube waiting for her with the rest of the mail. Her mom and dad weren't home yet, so Denise took the letters, bills, and the mailing tube in the house. She figured there must be some mistake in addressing, since the tube was the type her dad-a busy real estate broker-received plans and drawings in. She couldn't really imagine what she could be getting in such a package.
Denise took the tube into her room and opened it. The poster-like roll inside came out as the little blonde tugged at it. Denise un-rolled it and got the shock of her life.
The full color poster the petrified cheerleader held in her trembling hands was a faithful blow-up of the Polaroid still Rob had taken of Denise at the party-the one in which the lovely high school senior was sucking Louis' prick as Frank fucked her. A note written on a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor as Denise stared at the poster print.
"Hot cunt, My friends and I have fifteen more of these pretty little pictures to hang all over campus on Monday morning-if you don't do what we want. We think they're a lot nicer looking than those fucked-looking Spring Fling posters of you and Brad that are tacked all over the place.
Call you at eight tonight. Be home.
A friend"
Denise sat down on her bed. She stared at the obscene poster, tears forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.
She knew she had to do what the people who had sent her the picture and the note wanted. She had no choice. The thought of what it would be like if they carried out their threats and hung the vile posters all over school....
The scandal would be incredible! Not only would Denise be ruined, her father's extremely successful real estate business would go down the tubes along with her reputation. In a town as small as Montrose, word about the Patter-son's trampy daughter would be in every ear in less than two hours.
Hiding the poster carefully in her closet, Denise threw herself face-down on the bed and began to sob.
The phone rang promptly at eight, and Denise answered it in her room. She had told her parents she was expecting a call from Brad.
"Hi, Denise. This is Rob," Denise heard Rob Baker's squeaky voice as she picked up the receiver. "Did you get my poster?"
"I think you're the most disgusting person I've ever met!" Denise told the skinny boy coldly.
"You got it!" Rob answered confidently. "Now, what I want you to do is cut school tomorrow and stay home. Tell your mom you're sick. I know your old man will be away at work, so you and I can be alone at your house as soon as your ma leaves for her shop." Denise didn't answer right away. She had to admit the drippy little bastard had planned it well. He knew her parents' movements as though he had been watching the house for a week. Thinking about it, she got a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that he probably had done just that.
"All right," she answered him at last. "I'll do what you say, but no one must know-especially Brad. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow morning, but it has to be the first and last time. I want the original picture and all fifteen of the posters when we're done. Understood?"
"Sure, baby, sure," Rob promised, sounding cockier than Denise had ever heard the normally shy boy sound before. "I know this is a one-shot deal. It's too dangerous to repeat. I'll give you all the stuff tomorrow-as soon as I've done what I want with you. I don't want your boyfriend to find out about it. He might dump you, but he'd put me in the hospital first, so you don't have to worry about me taking this big a chance twice."
Denise was glad to hear him say that. She hated the thought of surrendering her body to Rob's slimy advances, but she was tremendously relieved that it would only be this one time.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning," Denise said aloud, her tone making it clear that she wasn't looking forward to it.
"Get a good night's sleep, doll." Rob laughed caustically. "You'll need it!"
* * *
Denise fooled her mother easily the next morning. The honey-blonde faked a severe headache and stayed in bed until her father had left for his office and her mom had departed to open her clothing boutique downtown.
Denise got up as soon as her mother's car had safely disappeared down the street. Denise didn't bother to get dressed-she pulled on a robe to hide her nakedness after a quick shower and went back to her room.
There were several joints that Brad had given Denise in the top drawer of her dresser. The nervous girl took one out. She lit the rolled up cigarette and sucked down a lungful of smoke, hoping the soothing weed would have its usual effect and help to calm her down.
Denise had smoked almost half of it when the front doorbell finally rang. Feeling light-headed and more than a little giddy, Denise puffed on the smoldering number as she navigated her way through the house and into the living room.
The rush of fear that hit Denise as she opened the door was almost enough to make her straight again momentarily. On the porch stood not just Rob, but a whole gang of scruffy, greasy guys in sleeveless denim vests and leather jackets. There were five of them, counting Rob, and they barged into the house past the startled blonde as if they owned an option on the place.
"Hey, you were fuckin' right, Rob baby!" the oldest of the group told Rob, eyeing Denise and slapping the skinny boy on the back. "This chick is primo ... primo cunt for sure!"
Denise was too terrified to react as the boy reached out and unzipped the front of her robe all the way down to her pussy-fuzz. The leader's eyes widened when he saw the lush golden muff and Denise's jiggling tits.
"Yeah, definitely fine stuff," the greasy boy complimented Rob again, reaching into Denise's robe to pull out one firm round tit.
"Man, look at them nipples! Look at that cunt!" another of the gang shouted excitedly as the leader thumbed Denise's pink nub to swollen fullness.
The sound of the other boy's voice finally snapped Denise free of her initial shock. She stepped back and tore her titty out of the older boy's hand, zipping up her robe. She looked at Rob, hatred blazing in her clear blue eyes.
"Who are these ... these pigs?" Denise demanded.
The group all laughed at the voluptuous young cheerleader's outrage. One of the boys turned and pointed to the letters across his back.
"Not pigs, mama," he told her with a smirk, "scorpions. We are the Scorpions. Pigs are our natural enemies. Always trying to run us out of town and give us chicken-shit tickets!"
Everyone laughed again. Denise knew who they were now. She had seen them down at the burger stand on Friday nights with their motorcycles. They were a few years older than her and looked like real bad news. There were usually a few more of them.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna be a Scorpion, too," Rob boasted proudly. " 'Cause I turned them on to you, hot puss. We're gonna fuck you every week, whenever we want. I ain't afraid of bad Brad no more, not with all of us jumpin' on him with chains if he gets nasty. Not even that crazy fucker can take a biker gang all by himself!"
Denise felt her world caving in all around her. It was true, of course. Even if Brad did try to get her out of this mess-instead of just dumping her as a slut once he saw the poster-he would only succeed in getting his head bashed in by these ugly, awful bikers.
"Fuckin' Rob's got that right, baby," the leader of the gang chortled. "Ain't no one dude bad enough to take all of us, and we ain't even all here today. Don't worry, though. Next time we'll bring the whole crew, and you can pull the train for us and about fifteen of our partners."
The evil-looking boy grinned at the cowering Denise. He stepped forward and grabbed her again, ripping at her robe.
"Enough talk." The leader leered at Denise's exposed body. "Time to see if you fuck as good as you look."
The horrified blonde could do nothing as the gang leader gave a savage tug and tore the robe completely off Denise's naked body. The debased cheerleader covered herself as best she could with her hands and arms, but it was of little use. A nipple peeked out here, a swatch of curly golden pubic hair there. As soon as Denise covered one revealed treasure, her movements caused another to pop tree.
The bikers stood around the girl in a circle, laughing at her attempts to hide herself. It seemed like forever to the frightened girl before they finally grew tired of their cruel sport and the leader reached out once again to grab her.
"Down on your knees, blonde!" he commanded in a gruff, urgent tone. "You've heard of a circle jerk? Well, this is gonna be a circle suck!"
Denise started to protest, but she saw the look in the older boy's wild eyes. He wanted her to resist-that was clear. She had no doubt that what he really wanted was the sadistic pleasure of knocking her to the carpet with his fist and then forcing her to mouth his filthy cock.
Telling herself that she would deny him that kind of pleasure, Denise went slowly to her knees in front of him of her own accord. She heard zippers humming to the sides and in back of her. The odor of unwashed, strong-smelling manhood surrounded Denise like vapor in a swamp. She looked out of the corners of her eyes, not moving her head, and saw hard cocks sticking out toward her in a throbbing semi-circle of male meat.
"Pick one and start off the action, baby," the leader of the group urged the kneeling girl.
"Mine, maybe?"
Denise couldn't help but watch as the greasy older boy right in front of her unzipped his jeans and drew out his long, curved prick. It was brown and even smellier than the others. It looked to Denise like it hadn't been cleaned in a month.
"Noooo!" Denise wailed with horror, turning her head away.
"Then how about mine?" Rob asked Denise with a sneer.
Denise looked up and saw the thin boy's prick for the first time. It was as long and as skinny as the rest of his body as it stood out from his puny, almost hairless balls.
There was only one way Denise could think of to hurt Rob, and she elected to take it.
"Sorry, I don't suck little boys' cocks, pencil-prick!" She glared up at her classmate.
Denise felt a surge of triumph as the other boys laughed and Rob turned bright red. Wan-ting to rub his face in it now that she had him going, Denise turned back to the leader.
"I changed my mind." She smiled up at the dirty boy. "It's dirty and smelly, but at least it's a man's dick."
Denise smiled at the wounded look on Rob's face as she licked the bulbous head of the gang-leader's prick. The taste wasn't as bad as she expected. It was much like all of the other dicks Denise had mouthed, except that it was quite a bit stronger.
"Oh, shit, baby, you do suck a mean crank!" the older boy sighed. "Give me some good head, mama, then take care of the rest of the boys."
Denise complied, moving her head in and out, forcing all of the lengthy hot tube between her lips as she sucked and used her tongue. There was an excited chorus of oooohs and ahhhhs around the circle as the other bikers watched the luscious blonde cheerleader licking and nursing on their head-man's engorged cock.
"Hey, come on, baby, give mine a little taste, too!" a boy on Denise's left murmured.
"Yeah, honey, there's plenty of prick around for you to suck," another shouted.
Denise gave the cock she was licking a final flurry of wet tongue-pats and a last sucking kiss. She let the rigid hunk of meat slip from her lips, then turned rapidly and caught another biker's dick in her mouth. She pushed her head forward until all of the burgeoning tool disappeared between her compressed lips and into her throat.
"Ohhhhh...." the cock's owner breathed. "Mouth like an oven! Suck it, you hot-lipped little bitch."
Denise twirled her tongue around the boy's filthy prong and sucked hard. The pretty blonde's cheeks dimpled inward from the pressure as she mouthed the sighing boy's fat cock.
"Mine ... do mine, too," the gang-member next to the one Denise was sucking demanded.
"Man, she's gonna do 'em all! We ain't even gonna have to ask twice, the way she's gettin' into it now." The leader laughed. "Look at her go to town on Ben's crank! Come on, let's all stand close together in a line, so she can just go up and down, blowin' as she goes!"
The boys moved quickly together, and Denise was presented with a row of cocks standing out at stiff attention. She stopped sucking the prick she had started on only long enough to say something to the gang-leader.
"Not Rob," Denise told the greasy older boy, looking up defiantly. "I'll suck you all off if you want, but I won't touch that lying bastard."
"You would if I made you, baby," the confident gang-commander shot back with a grin. "But I won't. You and Rob can work out your problems later. Right now, me and my partners just want more of that fine head you been layin' on us."
Rob started to protest, but the glare he got from his new-found friends quickly convinced him. The thin high school boy got out of line and went over to sit on the couch and pout, his cock still stiff and waggling, his jeans still down around his shoes.
Denise was almost happy as she took one of the gang-member's cocks in her mouth once more and began to suck. She told herself that what she was doing was necessary, even though it was awful. At least she didn't have to give Rob pleasure.
"The kid was sure right about her, man," the boy Denise was blowing sighed. "She sucks dick like it's her favorite kinda meal." Amid murmurs of agreement from the other bikers, Denise realized how right the boy was. Kneeling in front of the group, her mouth working furiously on one cock, then flitting quickly to another, Denise found herself taking one of the glisteningly wet pricks in either hand as she sucked another.
She was servicing three cocks at once and beginning to enjoy it! That was the part that scared Denise. Her cunt was creaming as she licked the bloated pricks, and her nipples were as firm and long as if they had been played with for an hour!
I can't be like this, Denise told herself desperately. I can't be liking this depraved behavior. I'm a good girl!
Suddenly, the boy on Denise's left came. The surprised blonde gasped around the prick gliding in and out of her ovaled lips as big wads of creamy jizz spattered onto her tits.
Denise mewled with pleasure as the warm, slick spunk puddled onto her breasts and slid down onto her protruding nipples. She turned her head almost without knowing what she was doing and gobbled up the tip of the still-spurting prong.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" the cumming boy murmured. "Lick it, baby ... lick down my hot jizz and swallow it!"
Denise did just as he asked, moving her lapping tongue across the jetting hole again and again. Each time a load of hot, pudding-like jism pumped up out of the opening, Denise's tongue was there to clear it away and send it oozing down into her throat.
"Ahhhh, that was terrific, doll," the biker sighed when his last drop of cum had disappeared down the lovely girl's gulping throat.
"Come and show me how terrific it is, blondie," the boy whose cock Denise was absently stroking suddenly cried out. "I'm ... I'm juicin'! Get your mouth on it, honey! Catch it. Catch my hot cummmmmmm!" Denise turned her head quickly and drove the boy's cock deep into her throat. She whimpered with joy as the first hot, thick curds of jism shot into her tummy when the big dick began to pump. The turned-on cheerleader tongued the large vein at the base of the biker's jerking prick, teasing gush after gush of heated spunk out of the throbbing spear.
As soon as the boy's cock began to wilt, Denise let go of it and went for the leader's thick wang with her hungry lips. He caught her by the hair and held her just out of reach.
"No you don't, baby," he growled at her in a desire-driven whisper. "I've had enough of your good mouth-lovin'. I want to see how you fuck!"
Denise felt an erotic thrill that was so strong, it made her whole body shudder. She wanted to be fucked, the slick-pussied cheerleader realized abruptly. All of her frenzied cocksucking had fired Denise's cunt to the boil-over point, and she needed a stiff, sliding prick to fill it.
"Yes, yes, I want to do it!" Denise heard herself admitting to the filthy bikers. "I want to feel your big ugly cocks pounding away in my cunt!"
"You're goin' to, baby!" the leader promised, pushing Denise onto her hands and knees.
Before she even realized how he was going to fuck her, Denise felt him behind her, poising his wide pricktip to penetrate her juicy twat from the rear. The flames licking her aroused clitty blazed to new heights as Denise felt the throbbing cockhead on her glistening pink cunt folds.
He's going to fuck me like the animals do it!
Somehow it seemed right for the leather-jacketed boys to fuck her that way. They were nothing but rutting, cum-shooting animals, anyway.
The leader of the gang plunged his knobby cockhead into Denise's tender little cunt at that moment, driving all thoughts from the girl's fevered mind. The big tip burned into Denise's lust-slickened cunt tube, expanding the pliant, lubricated flesh with pulsating meat.
The old familiar feeling of being stuffed with prick enveloped Denise again, and she felt herself giving way totally to it. The gorgeous blonde humped her ass back shamelessly, ramming the biker's long cock into her cunt until she felt his nuts against her belly. He was all the way inside her, and Denise revelled in the forbidden thrill of his cockhead gouging at the bottom of her tiny hole.
"God, it goes in so deep this way," Denise moaned, loving every throbbing inch of the dick buried inside her.
"Somethin' else is about to go in deep, m baby," a male voice said from in front of the sighing girl.
Denise opened her eyes and saw another of the gang-members in front of her on his knees. He was the other boy who hadn't cum.
He was about to-Denise could tell that just from one look at his erect dick. It was pointed toward her mouth, and she knew that was where it was going.
Denise parted her lips and took the second biker's swollen prick inside her mouth. The aroused gang-member fucked into the cheerleader's sucking mouth as his boss banged his rigid cock into the little blonde's cunt from behind.
The beautiful feeling of having a long dick plowing all the way up into her pussy as another cock slid into her mouth was so exciting that Denise almost came during the first few heated strokes. The turned-on high school girl cooed with joy and ground her cunt back to meet the leader of the gang's powerful jabs as she sent her mouth up and down the other biker's rock-hard prick again and again.
"Holy fuck, man, her pussy's flyin'!" the pumping gang-leader shouted, his hips hammering his turgid cock into Denise's creaming cunthole.
The tight sleeve of muscle working up and down the older boy's pistoning prick began to close. Denise licked frantically at the cock ramming in and out of her nursing mouth, hoping to bring the boy she was blowing off at the same time she and the boy fucking her came.
The cocksucking cheerleader knew she had a good chance of doing just that. The guy stuffing his firm dick into Denise's hot sucking mouth was rocking from side to side as he face-fucked her. Moans of ecstasy escaped his lips.
Denise was really hot. The lewd comments of the group around her and the marvelous friction of the gang-leader's big cock slapping deep into her from the rear served to fire the lusty young blonde's body into a lunging, sucking, hunching mass of hungry fuck-flesh.
The moaning eighteen-year-old let herself go totally as the warmth spreading through her cunt and belly crept up to her swaying, throbbing tits. The boy feeding his cum-ready dong into Denise's sucking mouth grabbed those hot tits and squeezed them roughly as he thrust between her luscious lips.
The feel of the crude boy's grasping fingers on her solid mounds set off an explosion in Denise's well-fucked pussy. She groaned loudly around the biker's swollen cockhead and sucked until her cheeks were two deep hollows of voracious lust.
The rutting gang-leader gave a grunt of naked lust and hammered his large prick into the groaning girl faster and faster. The big cylinder of meat slid into her greasy slit like a jackhammer.
"Eeeurrrggghhh!" Denise squealed as best she could, her throat and mouth still filled with twitching, hot prick.
Denise's cunt snapped shut around the gang-leader's cock, the silky glove milking the entrapped dick like a set of squeezing hands. He let out a long husky sigh and his cock jumped in her sucking pussy's warm embrace.
"It's cummin', you stuck-up little bitch!" the fucking biker wailed suddenly. "My cock's shootin' right up that rich-bitch cunt of yours, blondie!"
The tremors of orgasm shaking Denise's prick-impaled body increased in intensity as she felt the howling boy's cum leaping up to her womb. Surges of rich, heated cum blasted into Denise's hot cunt in gushing waves. She gurgled with joy, and the vibrations proved too much for the boy plowing his dick in and out of the honey-blonde's mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh! I'm creamin', too," the mouth-fucking biker yelled. "Eat it, you goody-goody cunt. Swallow my hot cum!"
Huge curds of hot spunk flowed over Denise's teeth and tongue. The onrushing torrent of jism flowed around the obstacles and washed down into the girl's throat. The degraded cheerleader gulped the searing fluid down as it spattered and gushed into her mouth.
Denise gargled desperately, awash in a sea of cum as the boys emptied their seething juices into her mouth and cunt in steamy unison.
"Look at her-she's drownin' in the shit!" one biker shouted.
"Yeah, and lovin' every second of it!" another replied with a chuckle.
Denise would have been crimson with shame at their crude comments if she hadn't been climaxing like mad under the thrust and spurt of the geysering cocks. Right now, nothing in the world mattered except the blood-boiling tingle gripping her cunt, the heart stopping flashes of cum-sensation pounding through every fiber of the little blonde's consciousness.
"Ummmmm!" Denise moaned happily, her ass still waggling uncontrollably against the gang leader's wilting cock, draining it of the last of its pumping cream. Denise's tongue was working the other boy's declining prick equally empty of its salty outpouring.
The turned-on cheerleader kept on moving and sucking until there was no more cum left. She felt the limp dicks drawing out of her at both ends, and she lay heavily on the soft carpet as soon as they were gone.
"Now it's my turn!" Denise suddenly heard from above her.
Raising herself on one elbow, the beautiful teen saw Rob standing over her. The thin boy's long, skinny cock was sticking out like a purple-tipped blackboard pointer. He gave a short mocking laugh and jumped between Denise's splayed thighs.
"No!" Denise insisted, trying to get to her hands and knees and to her feet. "I told you before-not you!"
The gang-leader laughed and stepped on the prone girl's right knee from behind, pinning her leg to the floor. Another gang-member followed suit, his heavy boot coming down on the struggling teenager's left thigh. The other two boys moved in quickly, their toes pushing Denise's shoulders into the carpet.
"No, no, please don't let him!" Denise pleaded, forced to the soft surface like an insect on a collector's mat board.
Rob giggled and ran his small hot cockhead up and down Denise's ass and pussy. He got the tip of the thin cock wet with the girl's spent juice and the overflow of the gang-leader's puddled cum.
"Take it, you holier-than-thou bitch!" the skinny boy whispered tauntingly into the trapped girl's ear. "Take my cock right up your pretty untouched ass!"
With that, Rob let his full body weight down on Denise, his hard, thin pecker ramming all the way up her virgin bunghole in one, tearing, painful thrust.
"EEEEEEEEE!" Denise screamed in agony. "Oh ... oh, my God!"
Rob and the others laughed. The dirty bikers all urged him on. "Fuck her, Robby!" they shouted. "Bang the little cunt right in the brownie!"
Rob grunted and moaned as he punched his small cock in and out of Denise's protesting asshole. He lay on her back with his full weight, moving his hips in hard, insistent lunges that sheathed his dick deep in Denise's shitter with each savage buck of his narrow hips.
"Fuck her, Rob. Light a fire in that foxy little butt with your dick!" the gang-leader yelled.
Denise screamed and shouted and cursed. She tried to throw the rutting boy off, but soon saw that her frantic efforts merely served to make the ride better for the giggling, hunching Rob.
"Like it, bitch?" the rapidly fucking boy kept asking Denise as he pummeled her ass with his fiery prick.
Denise decided anything was better than this. Having her worst enemy-as she now considered the blackmailing Rob-cum in her asshole was better than this.
"Yes ... yes, I love it!" Denise lied through teeth clenched in pain. "I fuckin' love your cock up my ass. Shoot it, Robby. Shoot your hot cum right in me!"
The tortured high school girl had one advantage-Rob Baker had little experience with girls. Her hot words, the heavenly stroke of her slippery ass-chute on his gliding dick, the knowledge that he was raping one of the most beautiful girls in Montrose right in her father's plush house and getting away with it-it was too much for the inexperienced boy to endure for long.
"H-here ... here it ... it ... CUUUMMMSSS!" Rob shouted.
Denise moaned as the molten jism flew into her bowels. Rob's thin cock emptied into her in a few large squirts that felt as if a whole hot-water-bottle full of super-heated cream had been pumped into her ass.
Rob pulled out and stood up. The other boys chuckled and slapped him on the back.
"Way to fuck her, buddy," the gang-leader told his newest member. "Too bad you're too soft to join us in our parting salute to this upper-crust bitch."
Denise was too sore to turn over-at least that's what she kept telling herself, until she heard the leader's words to Rob. Then she managed to roll painfully onto her back and look up.
"Oh, no!"
All four of the bikers had masturbated themselves to throbbing stiffness once more as they had watched Rob butt-fuck the little blonde. They stood over her now, their hands working up and down their turgid shafts, smiles on their uniformly cruel faces.
"Here it is, cunt," the leader told her. "Get ready for a cum-shower. If you move, I'll kick those pretty white teeth of yours crooked as a corkscrew!"
"Nooooo!" Denise lay back and sobbed.
In no time, strings of hot, gleaming white jizz laced over her reclining form. The boys grunted and jerked their climaxing dicks and shot their spunk all over Denise's tits and face.
"You ... you fucking bastards!" Denise choked when they had finished with her. Puddles of their cum lay everywhere on her cheeks and upper body, and the leader's and Rob's spent jizz was beginning to leak out of her pussy and bunghole.
"Don't worry, honey," the leader told her with a sneer. "Like I said-next time we'll bring the whole gang. We'll last all day long, and we'll fuckin' drown you in your favorite drink!"
The group laughed at her and hitched up their pants. They were too busy clapping each other on the back and recounting what had happened and what they planned to do next time to even look back at Denise as they went out the front door.
Denise felt helpless to do anything, even to get up and clean herself off. She laid her head back on the carpet, stared up at the ceiling and cried like a baby in utter despair.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the doorbell rang at one-thirty that afternoon, Denise almost didn't answer it. The sore-bodied high school girl finally told herself that it probably wasn't the bikers coming back and drug herself out of bed.
"Those bastards were too fucked-out to be back this soon," Denise muttered to herself as she pulled on a robe and made her way down the hall.
Denise looked out the peephole in the front door, anyway, before she slipped the lock. When she peered outside, the little blonde was glad she had finally talked herself into cleaning up the rug and taking a shower before falling into bed to sleep. It was Wayne-a friend and business associate of her daddy's-and it wouldn't have done to have him see her the way the biker gang had left her!
"Hi, Wayne. Daddy's at the office, I'm afraid," Denise told the man in the three-piece suit as she opened the door.
"Yes, I know," Wayne said nervously. "I came to see you, actually, Denise. May I come in for a little while?"
Denise wondered what Wayne, who was in his forties and had a daughter nearly her age, would have to speak to her about. He was a mortgage broker who worked with her father.
"Uh, yeah ... sure, Wayne, come on in," Denise said at last, still a little bewildered.
The balding businessman came inside and followed Denise into the family room. He went to the bar and made himself right at home-the way he usually did-by mixing himself a drink. He seemed to need it today.
"Denise, what I have to say isn't easy, but I have to do it," Wayne started out haltingly. Then he blurted ahead, as if he was trying to get it all out before he lost his nerve:
"I ... I came by today to see if your dad was here," Wayne went on. "It was this morning-mid-morning. I thought I might just catch him at home because there was this deal he wanted me to look over and I told him I'd catch him here or at the office."
Denise shuffled her house-slippered feet with impatience. Wayne bored her with his deals and interest points and....
"Anyway, his car wasn't here, but I decided to look in the garage to see if it was in there. I took the shortcut, through the back patio. I ... I happened to look through this sliding glass door. The drapes were open, just like they are now...."
Wayne's monotone trailed off and Denise looked up. He was pointing into the living room through the open adjoining door.
It hit Denise like one of Brad's rapid right hands. From the back patio, where Wayne had been, you could see right into the living room, where Denise and the bikers had been!
"You ... you saw?" Denise stammered. "Well, yes," Wayne admitted, "I did. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I never thought you were like, like ... that, Denise. Your parents would just die if they found out about your ... uh ... extra-curricular activities."
Denise started to cry again. She knew Wayne was right. Before she even knew it, the whole sordid story was spilling out of the abused girl's lips. She told Wayne about the party, about the gangbang, about the poster and Rob's threats, about fearing for her own reputation as well as her parents' livelihoods in strait-laced Montrose if the story ever got out.
Wayne seemed to understand and sympathize. He joined Denise on the couch and put his arm around the sobbing high school senior.
"You were right, of course," the older man said in a comforting tone. "Your folks would be ruined if all of this ever got around. You were completely right to try and keep it all a secret. You were justified in doing whatever you had to in order to do that."
Denise looked up at Wayne, her blue eyes glistening with tears. She had never realized what a kind, understanding man he was before.
"And we can do just that, I think," Wayne went on. "If you and I reach some kind of ... accommodation, my dear."
Something went cold and empty inside the lovely young cheerleader as she looked at the fidgeting, nervous businessman. His eyes refused to meet hers.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, you bought off the ... uh ... gang with your ... uh ... charms, because they knew of your ... uh ... indiscretion at the party," Wayne said. "I not only know about that, I witnessed your session with them. If my tongue should wag ... well, if you were willing to pay them off, it only seems fair that you should...."
"Fair? A slimy, weaseling bastard like you talking about fair?" Denise suddenly screamed, nearly coming unhinged as she realized that she now had a second blackmailer to pay off.
"Now, now, dear ... no reason to use language like that." Wayne smiled, realizing that he really did have the luscious little blonde right where he wanted her. "Just do as I say, and there's no reason for anyone to ever hear a word about your rather full sex life from me."
Denise's mind was a whirling confusion of impulses and intense disappointment and wild thoughts. Did everyone in the world want to blackmail her into fucking them? Was everyone as horny and unscrupulous as Rob and the bikers and her parents' supposedly upright moral friend, Wayne?
"What do you say, my little doll?" the smiling mortgage banker asked.
Heart sinking, knowing once more that she had but one option open to her, Denise faced her new blackmailer.
"What do you want me to do?" the beaten girl asked.
Wayne smiled broadly. "Go in the bedroom and bring me a jar of cold cream," he told the stunning young blonde. "And don't be wearing any clothes when you bring it back to me."
The eighteen-year-old got up and went to her room. She took off her robe, bra, and panties, and picked up a jar of cold cream on her way out. Denise wondered what the cool slippery substance was for. It wasn't as if her pussy didn't get wet....
It was like watching a movie for Denise when she got back to the family room-a pornographic movie-except that she was part of the movie's cast. The sensation that it was all far away, all happening to someone else, was so great that it barely registered when Wayne spoke to Denise and ordered her to join him on the couch.
Wayne had taken off his three-piece suit and folded it neatly on a chair. His shirt, tie, and underwear had joined the discarded suit, and his shoes and socks were tucked underneath.
Denise stared at the older man, noting with dissatisfaction the spare tire around Wayne's middle and the amount of hair bristling from his shaggy upper body and legs. Short but thick as Denise's wrist, Wayne's cock jutted out above his bloated nut sac like a grotesque stumpy flagpole.
"Nice fat one ... eh, baby?" Wayne said proudly, patting the sofa next to him. "Want this big wang up that sweet little honeyhole of yours?"
About as much as I'd like a rattlesnake as a bedmate, the blackmailed girl told herself. But she only shrugged at Wayne and joined him on the couch.
"What choice do I have?" Denise asked sourly as she sat down next to the balding businessman.
"Aw, come on, darling, heat up a little," Wayne chided her. "Your dad's gonna heat up a lot if I tell him how much you like fucking filthy bike-bums in his living room. If you enjoyed making it with those degenerates, you ought to be able to summon up a little enthusiasm for a clean, loving cock like mine!"
Denise looked straight ahead and didn't answer. She wanted to scream, to rant and rave at the taunting older man, but she knew it would do no good. It would probably amuse him, and she was damned if she was going to do that willingly. She might be forced to fuck him, but she didn't have to like it.
"Come on, baby, let's see if we can loosen you up a little." Wayne smiled, leaning closer to Denise. "Let's see if we can light a fire in that hot little slit of yours ... shall we?"
The older man's lips closed over Denise's left nipple. His hot, slippery tongue-tip laved the pale pink bud lovingly as the man sucked more and more of Denise's white globe into the warmth of his demanding mouth.
Sparks shot up the little cheerleader's throbbing titty-mound. Denise fought her feelings, not wanting to enjoy the tingling pulses, but it was of little use.
Wayne kept working at her tit with his mouth and tongue until Denise's boobs were swollen and full, and her sucked-upon nipples stood out from her smooth skin like a tiny finger of lust. The man moved his mouth to the young girl's other tit and found it already firm with rising desire.
"Uhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh...." Denise groaned as the same heavenly spasms of excitement started in her right tit at the touch of his lips and tongue. She hated herself for letting him know how much his oral caress was affecting her, but she simply couldn't help herself.
Knowing he was getting to her, Wayne took one nipple between his fingers as he sucked at the other. His free hand wound up between Denise's beautifully shaped thighs, stroking and massaging the tight, firmly toned flesh.
Wayne's fingertips touched Denise's pussylips, a brushing, tickling caress that sent a jolt of sensation through the young girl's moistening cunt. His roving fingers found the upraised pearl of Denise's clit between her gleaming pink cuntal folds, and they closed around the throbbing button.
Squeezing her slick little clitty in time with his mouth and finger-tugs on Denise's erect nipples, Wayne had the sensuous young blonde moaning and wriggling beside him in no time. force her legs to stay close together, but they seemed to just drift apart, allowing Wayne better access to Denise's wet, hungry cunt.
The experienced older man shoved a finger into the little cheerleader's boiling pussy, keeping his thumb over her tingling clit. Fingering her cunt slowly as he rubbed the tiny nubbin of sensitivity, Wayne sucked at Denise's pulsating nipples until Denise melted beneath his lips.
"Ohhhhhh ... go ahead, you bastard," Denise heard herself groan as she lay back on the couch and spread her legs wide. "Do what you want. Fuck me! I need it now. You've made me need it."
Wayne laughed and bent lower, following the limp-muscled blonde as she oozed down into a relaxed, ready position on the wide sofa. He kept tonguing her titties and slowly fingering her gushing cunt until Denise was lifting her hips in grinding, rolling time with his finger-thrusts and begging him to go ahead and fuck her.
"Don't ... don't...." Denise pleaded in a husky, turned-on voice. "Don't make me wait for it, please. Do it to me. Fuck me and get it over with ... I beg you!"
The relentless, arousing fingering and licking went on and on. Wayne paid no heed to the delicious little blonde's heated urgings. He mouthed her big nipples until they were bursting and fingered Denise to the edge of orgasm three times, stopping the fantastic finger-massage just at the last second.
Denise felt herself hanging just short of the best climax of the sex-filled day, and she knew she couldn't stand it much longer.
"P-please!" the moaning, twisting girl cried out hotly.
Wayne stopped his oral and manual manipulations and sat up. Denise opened her tightly clenched eyes.
"Give me a little head, you hot little slut!" the older man commanded her. "Give me a bit of sucking, and I'll fuck your ass off!"
Denise knew no hesitation, no shame any more. The heavy-titted panting blonde shot up off the couch and buried her head in Wayne's lap. She found his prick with her hot mouth and sunk his wide cock balls-deep into her sucking mouth with one greedy, tongue-thrashing head-thrust.
"Uhhhh ... yeahhhh!" Wayne sighed. "Lick it ... lick my hot cock, you sweet little whore!"
The older man's words had no sting for Denise now. She felt like a little whore, mouthing and tonguing the red spear of cockmeat, bouncing the big knobby end off the roof of her mouth again and again as she sucked the hot prick and let her tongue circle the whole stubby, swollen length of prick-flesh. Her cunt had been a raging inferno of lust before she had touched her lips to the fiery rod; now it was even hotter, even wetter!
"Enough ... enough ... you cunt!" Wayne rasped. "I don't want to cum in your mouth ... I want to fuck you!"
Denise released his warm, slippery dick reluctantly. She was torn between the need to feel another flood of splashing jism in her mouth and the need to experience this fat, pussy-filling cock ramming up her cunt.
Wayne decided for her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back to a sitting position. Denise stared at the man, slack-jawed and blurry-eyed, her whole body keyed up for more of the thrilling, forbidden pleasures that she had come to crave so much.
"On your hands and knees, baby," the businessman directed her. "I want to fuck you from the back."
Denise complied immediately. She liked the way a man's cock filled her pussy from the rear, the way it went so deep and hard on each thrust and dragged across her distended clit.
Trembling as she waited for the thick, hot head of the older man's dick to pierce her needy cunt, Denise gasped with utter surprise as a wet, almost painfully cold glob of something slippery suddenly filled her asshole instead. The high school girl began to turn and ask what the hell was going on when she felt the tip of Wayne's pecker ramming into her bunghole.
"NOOOO!" Denise screamed, the slick cream greasing her shitter so that the whole mass of the rock-hard, stumpy splitting mall of a cock was rammed into her before she could even move.
"Yeah ... yeah ... this is the way I like it!" Wayne chortled behind the squirming, ass-pierced girl.
"Ohhhhh ... oh my God!" Denise moaned, knowing her shithole was ruined for life by the short but huge-diameter prick.
"Come on, baby, move that sweet little butt!" Wayne implored Denise as he began to fuck her asshole. "You like it this way-I know you do. I saw that skinny kid giving it to you in the ass earlier. You're no virgin, honey!"
The fat cock plowed in and out of Denise's tightly stretched bunghole at an ever-quickening pace. The agonized blonde gripped the couch with her fingernails nearly punching holes in the leather, the only sound being her tiny moans of pain and the steady squishing sound of the cold-cream-wet cock sluicing in and out of her throbbing ass-chute.
"Here, baby....maybe this'll help you move that thing," Wayne grunted, still poking his cock into Denise at a steady clip.
The older man reached under Denise and found her clitty. He began fondling the little nubbin of flesh as he slowed his lunging pace up Denise's sore shitter.
Denise started to ask derisively how a finger on her unused cunt was going to ease the horrible pain in her buggered shitter, but the words died in her throat unspoken. A huge flash of sensation-pleasant, cunt-twitching, clit-jerking sensation-suddenly arced from Denise's clitty to her punctured asshole.
The startled high school girl's ass began to get warm. A satisfying, slowly intensifying glow not unlike the one she usually felt in her cunt when she was fucking the regular way began building in Denise's backside. The more times Wayne's fireplug-like cock penetrated her rubbery butt-canal, the better the feeling got.
Wayne squeezed Denise's clit between two fingers, milking the lust-slick little prong like a miniature cow's tit as he fucked Denise faster and faster up her pretty ass. The older man's breathing went from regular breaths to excited, ragged puffing as his cock went up and down the grippingly slippery shaft more quick-
"That's it, honey," Wayne sighed. "Wiggle it. Move that hot little bottom!"
Denise looked down and realized she was rotating her rounded cheeks wildly back to meet Wayne's slamming thrusts. The older man captured the little blonde's dangling tits with his other hand and palmed them together as he fingered her clit.
Denise went crazy.
"Eeeeuggghhh!" the gyrating teen wailed, her cunt and asshole opening and closing together in a totally new, totally unexpected orgasm that threatened to rip Denise's senses apart.
Blonde hair flying, ass grinding and shaking, tits mashing into Wayne's grasping hand, Denise bucked and moaned and shimmied her way through one of the strangest cums of her life. Her savage contortions set off Wayne's gliding cock, and his lava-like spunk spilling into Denise's bowels intensified her own nerve-rending climax even more.
"Oh ... ugh ... ah ... ooooh ... fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!" Denise bellowed as the wonderful sensations rolled on and on. "Fuck me! Fuck my hot ass!"
Wayne stuffed the girl's slick ass-channel with cock and cum until his balls were too drained to pump and his prick was too limp to stay in her. The deflated dong gradually eased out, and Denise collapsed beneath him on the couch, panting to regain her breath.
"That was lovely, my dear," Wayne gasped, getting up off the couch and stumbling to his clothes.
Denise watched the paunchy mortgage broker get into his underwear, shirt, and three-piece suit. He smiled at her as he tied his dark tie and buttoned his vest.
"Next time, beautiful, I'll bring along my twelve-inch dildo for that tight little bottom of yours," the older man assured Denise. "I'll use it on your backside while I take care of your cunt with the real thing. I know a girl like you will enjoy that."
Without another word, the middle-aged businessman put on his shoes and walked out of the room. Denise heard the front door open and close.
"The next time ... a girl like you...." The phrases rang in Denise's ears like the trumpet of doom.
What kind of girl was she, Denise asked herself again and again. "Next time...." The room began to spin, and Denise realized to her horror that there was going to be a next time-for the broker, for the bike gang, again and again and again.
A huge sob welled up in the honey-blonde's chest and she hung onto the couch to keep her balance in the whirling room.
She clung to it as if it were her sanity....
CHAPTER NINE
"Think I'll grab some fries and a coke before I take you home," Brad told Denise, starting to steer his Olds into the driveway of the burger stand.
"Grab them later!" Denise snapped. "I told you I have to get right home, today."
Brad glared at his girlfriend and whipped the big car back into the traffic lane. He drove fast.
Denise looked back at the parking lot and breathed a sigh of relief. Rob Baker and all of his new-found biker pals were standing around at the back of the lot drinking beer out of paper cups with the burger stand's name on them. They looked as if they were fueling up for a party.
They were-they were supposed to be at Denise's house at four o'clock, less than fifteen minutes from now. Rob had called and set it up last night. All fifteen of them were coming, and Denise had to get Brad to take her home and leave before they showed up.
"You sure have been acting different this last week," Brad grumbled as he pulled into the Patterson's driveway.
Denise choked back her tears. She wanted to scream that he would act differently, too, if he had been forced to fuck a biker gang and a middle-aged weasel, and if the prospect of having to do it over and over again was the only future he could see stretching out ahead of him.
"Come on, baby ... what's the matter?" Brad suddenly asked.
Maybe it was his gentle tone of voice. Maybe it was the look in his eyes. In the coming months, Denise would always puzzle over what made her tell him in blurting, tearful spurts that which she had sworn to herself she would never tell him-the sordid mess that was tearing her sanity to pieces right before his concerned brown eyes.
When she had finished, Brad held her close and kissed her. He dried her eyes and came around and helped her from the car.
"Lock that door and don't open it for anybody except me or your folks or the cops if you have to call 'em," Brad told her on the front porch.
"What are you going to do?" Denise asked fearfully, noting the steely, unbending look in Brad's eyes.
"Don't ask," he advised the girl, turning toward his car.
Panic seized Denise as the big Olds roared to life and jerked out of the driveway. Brad disappeared amid the scream of burning rubber and growl of the wound-up engine.
Knowing that the worst was about to happen, thanks to her weakness, Denise ran to the garage and unlocked the door. Dad had absolutely forbidden anyone to drive his restored Model A Ford, but Denise couldn't worry about that now. She started the ancient black and green coupe and backed it out of the driveway. She didn't know how she could help her guy stay alive against the impossible odds he was facing, but she knew she had to try.
Denise found shortcuts and back-streets leading downtown that she had never known existed before. In what seemed like seconds, the frightened cheerleader was pulling up in front of the burger stand. Brad's car was in the lot, driver door swung open, motor still running.
Her heart in her mouth, Denise sprang out of the Ford and ran into the frosty stand. Through the window, Denise saw Brad yelling at the bikers. His face was red with hatred and anger for the first time Denise could remember, and he was ripping off his shirt and throwing it onto the hood of his car as he screamed insults at the leather-jacketed group.
Denise turned to the boys standing next to her in the dining area. They were dressed in baseball caps and T-shirts, and some of them had spiked shoes on and held bats in their hands. Tank Murphy towered over the others, sweat on his forehead and dirt on his uniform. He saw the wild-eyed Denise looking at him.
"Your boyfriend sure has got guts, honey," Tank said admiringly. "I don't know anyone else crazy enough to take on that many of them greasy fuckers by himself-even if he is a hell of a boxer."
"Help him!" Denise pleaded. "It's partly your fault he's out there! Yours and that rat, Rob Baker."
"Ha, what's that waterboy-turned-badass got to do with this?" Tank asked her, his eyes still on the brewing fight.
"Please!" Denise begged.
Something in the girl's frantic tone reached the lumbering football player. He leaned down and listened to her as Brad squared off outside against three of the gang-members.
Denise ran down what had happened since the ill-fated party for Tank in a low insistent whisper. She left out the part about Wayne but told him all about Rob and the gang and the poster and what they had threatened. Tank's smile changed to a scowl that grew deeper and deeper as the seconds ticked by and as the frightened girl rattled on.
Brad knocked one of the bikers down with two swift punches and drew blood from another's mouth with a flicking right. The wary boxer ducked under the third boy's frantic roundhouse and connected with a stiff, jerking uppercut of his own. The third boy's eyes glassed over immediately, and he went down and didn't move.
The rest of the bikers began picking up chains and tire irons. The black-jacketed group moved toward Brad like a dark tide about to engulf a lone swimmer.
"Oh, man, that poor fucker," a boy standing next to Tank commented. "Here it comes!"
Tank grabbed the bat from the boy's hand and went for the back door, his own bat still clutched in his other hand. "Not fuckin' likely!" Tank growled as he kicked open the door and exploded into the parking lot.
"Here, Brad!" the big fullback yelled, tossing one bat in the surrounded boxer's direction.
The bikers looked around just in time to see Tank and a whirling, bone-crunching piece of wood descending upon them. Brad snatched the bat out of the air and started flailing and poking with it from the inside of the circle.
Sharp screams and the snap of broken arms and dislocated knees filled the air. Brad zeroed in on the leader of the gang as the older boy turned to run. The enraged boyfriend broke a collarbone with the bat and drove his left fist into the fleeing gang-leader's face so hard that teeth and blood flew in every direction.
Tank Murphy isolated Rob Baker from the running, limping herd of terrified bikers. The big man picked Rob up in one huge hand and shook him. He told the squalling, horror-stricken boy that if so much as one print from the Polaroid of Denise turned up anywhere, Rob Baker would be a grease spot in the street.
Then Tank illustrated his point. He hit Rob with his fist, and the skinny boy flew ten feet through the air in a perfect soaring arc. Rob hit the ground in a heap and lay there moaning, holding his jaw.
Tank walked over to the bikers' deserted motorcycles. The shiny machines' riders were all limping away as rapidly as possible down the alley-away from the two fire-breathing, bat-wielding crazy men in the parking lot.
Metal bent and glass broke with grinding, shattering regularity as Tank beat the gang's cycles into junk with his bat. The monster fullback took special joy in smashing the gleaming new machine Rob's parents had bought him.
"Fuckers can tell the guys at the emergency room they were hurt in the big twelve-cycle pile-up on Main Street!" Tank growled proudly to Brad and Denise as he rejoined them, a big smile on his not-too-bright face.
Denise, who had run outside to throw her arms around Brad as soon as the bikers took off, smiled back at the big football player. "I owe you one, Tank," the happy blonde told him.
"Aw, that's okay," Tank said with a slight blush. "I been wantin' to do that for a year now, but I didn't figure I could take those assholes alone. Now, with Brad on my side and me on his, I figure we can just about call the shots in this town ... right?"
Brad clapped the sweating, happy ball-player on his broad back. "You said it, pal," Brad assured him. "From now on-if you need it, you got it. Best dope, backup in a fight-you name it. It's yours, my friend!"
Tank nodded eagerly and let the crowd of jocks who had gathered around to congratulate the two fighters take him back inside. He winked at Brad and Denise and started re-counting the fight for his admirers, in what would be the first of probably many retellings. "Come on, honey, let's get you over to my house and clean you up a little," Denise told Brad. He had a cut above one eye and his left cheek looked a bit puffy. There was a scratch on the back of one hand and both sets of knuckles were red.
"Okay, mom, let's go."
* * *
"You Can tell that jerk, Wayne, that if he ever touches you again, I'll make what happened to the Scorpions look light-weight by comparison," Brad said to Denise a half-hour later as she gently cleaned his cuts with a damp washcloth.
Denise unbuttoned his shirt slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure that when he finds out about it, Wayne will be the first to suggest that he and I never see each other again." She smiled at Brad. "He's sharp enough to figure out that a guy crazy enough to jump fifteen bikers over a girl is quite capable of punching out a balding, tire-gutted loan-man-even if that loan man is a big wheel in the community."
"He can bet his dentures on that one! " Brad snorted angrily, his fists doubling automatically.
"Hey, cool down, darling," Denise said softly, easing her boyfriend's shirt off. "I've got something else in mind for those strong muscles of yours, sweetheart."
Heart pounding with a wild, unholy desire for her uncontrollable, unpredictable battler of a boyfriend, Denise unzipped his jeans and took off his shoes and socks. They were seated on the bed in her room, and Brad grinned and lay back as the blonde goddess tugged off his tight pants.
"Me first ... then these," Denise whispered, running her fingers playfully across the bulge in front of Brad's shorts before she started undoing her own clothing.
In moments, the voluptuous blonde rejoined Brad on the bed. Denise's cunt gave an involuntary jerk of anticipation as Brad stared at its naked, juicing lips and ran his fingers idly through the curly gold surrounding it.
Denise yanked at Brad's shorts as he toyed with her hot pussy. The stunning cheerleader smiled as the long, thick hunk of meat she loved so well sprang into view.
"Trade you some suckin', young lady," Brad offered, reaching up for Denise's swaying tits. "Me, first ... this time."
Brad sucked in one of Denise's already erect nipples, and the girl moaned in appreciation. Her hand tightened around his upright cock and began to stroke it lovingly as he mouthed her nipple.
"Yes, darling ... anything you say," Denise sighed as the beautiful familiar feelings began to stir in her cunt. "I'm yours exclusively from now on ... to do with as you like, whenever you want me, however you want me.
Brad changed tits and nursed at the other swollen pink pebble for long moments, until both of Denise's nipples were throbbing. He jammed his finger up her cunt, drawing a sharp intake of breath, then a low hungry moan from Denise as he started to finger her in earnest.
"However I want you?" Brad whispered, a devilish grin on his face.
Denise smiled and nodded her head, her lips just above Brad's cocktip. She was glad now, in a way, that she had undergone the degradation of the bikers and Wayne. Now she could please her lover in lots of deliciously nasty ways. There were lots of ways to fuck and suck that she and Brad still had left to explore together-lots and lots!
Taking Brad's prickhead into her mouth, Denise began to suck. Her tongue did a slow, easy dance across the smooth, hot surface.
Lots of ways, Denise thought happily as she heard her man groan with joy beneath her. And she was going to enjoy them all just as much as he was, that was for sure!
Denise bobbed her head and started to suck hard, the whole summer stretching out ahead of her in an endless whirl of parties, good dope, popularity, and stiff, spurting cock....
