From: ronni_b@myremarq.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Thrasher Girls III - "Geeks" Date: Fri, 09 Jul 1999 17:14:39 GMT Thrasher Girls III - "Geeks" It was a Wednesday afternoon a few weeks ago, and it was fucking cold. I was in my leather with a sweater on and about three tee-shirts underneath, and I was still freezing my tits off. Nikki, tams and I were sitting in Magic Beans at a back table after school. As always, we were discussing what we were going to do that weekend. We knew it would have to involve some serious partying and fucking, but we weren't quite sure of the details yet. For the last month or so, we'd been reading all the e-mails people were sending me and trying to come up with ideas of what we could possibly do so I could write about it in Thrasher Girls, part 3. A lot of people said they wanted to see us do some more whoring. One guy wrote me and said (I'm correcting his spelling and grammerJ): Dear Ronni, You and your friends sound so hot. I see a lot of hot young teens like you hanging out all the time. I think you all look so hot with all the tattoos and body piercings. I always think girls like you must be wild to fuck. That is why I like your stories so much because I like to think about girls I see that are like you and doing all that stuff. I always want to talk to hot teen girls, but I never know what to say. How does a guy start a conversation with you kinds of girls anyway? Do I just walk up and say, "Hey, how'd you like to fuck me for a hundred bucks?" What would you say if some older guy came up to you and just asked you that? Let's say you were at the mall or something, and I walked up to you. I'm 47 years old, and I'm married, and I have a son about your age. He has a girl friend, and I think about fucking her all the time when I see her. But I know that's not possible because I'm an old guy to you kids, and who would want to fuck an old guy? I'd be willing to pay to fuck a hot teenage girl, though. But how would I know you'd be willing to fuck me for money? Let's say I walk up to you at a mall. What do I say to you? How do I know you're not just going to call me a pervert or worse yet get a cop on me? You see, I think about this all the time, and I'm sure a lot of men my age do, especially if they're around teenagers a lot like I am. What I'd like you to write about is how a guy like me would be able to find a girl like you who would fuck me for money. You say you want to do stuff that would turn people on and write about it. What would turn me on is if you went out and found somebody like me and fucked him and then wrote about it so I could see what that would be like. Maybe that makes no sense to you, but at least think about it. I know you probably won't write me back, but if you want to here's my e-mail address. Noman@noplace.com (You don't really think I'm going to put his real name, here do youJ) After receiving that e-mail, I'd been writing back to Noman about two times a week for the last few weeks. In our e-mails we talked a lot more about his fantasy. He really wanted me to find some older guys like him and fuck them for money and write about it. Nikki and tams thought the idea was pretty hilarious. The three of us are always checking out all the hermans gawking at us when we go out. We know all those old guys would die to fuck us. We always thought it was fucking hilarious until I started writing to Noman and reading his e-mails. As always, nikki was the first one to really think about fucking hermans for cash. The more we talked about it, the more she kept saying we could make some serious cash doing it. Then she started talking about where we could do it and how we could do it without getting caught. Fucking black guys for dope out in the parking lot at Magic Beans is one thing. The cops go through there a lot, but it's just kids screwing kids. Some chicks have gotten busted in cars with guys, but nothing really happens except a lot of bullshit before they send you home to your parents. But there aren't any hermans cruising the lot at Magic Beans on a Friday night, so we couldn't score anything that way. Nikki then started talking about curb crawling, like the whores who work up the street about 20 blocks from Magic Beans. At about 11:00 PM or so they come out. Most are pretty skanky and old, and I'm sure they all have AIDS. There are also a lot of trippers driving around down there late at night, and that didn't appeal to us at all. You could get in some guy's car, and he could kill you, and dump your body somewhere, and no one would ever know. So, after thinking about it, nikki had decided that wasn't the way to go, and tams and I agreed. That's when I said we could just cruise the local mall like Noman said. The place was loaded with hermans all the time, and we could just hang out in the food court or out by the bike racks and pick up some hermans along the way. Tams didn't like that idea at all. She started worrying about how we'd get busted right away by all the narcs they always have cruising the mall. I told her that the narcs would never get us because they all make themselves out to look like they're younger so they can bust kids by posing as stoners. But, we'd be going after the real hermans, and no narc trying to bust kids with dope at the mall was going to look like a herman. Nikki thought about that for a minute, and then she agreed with me. Tams was still being a puss, though, and whining about how we were going to get caught because the cops don't let shit like that go on in a mall. Even going through what she'd been through with us in the last few months, tams could still be a real puss-bag. She still even freaked a little about fucking the black guys in the Lincoln when we needed shit. Nikk told her to shut up, though, and we went ahead and planned our little adventure further. It was about quarter to five when Josh and Nicky walked in. Josh had just about gotten over being mad at me for something stupid. It was always something stupid with him. He knows I'm a total slut, and that's all fine when it's him and me and our set, but when I fuck around with anybody else he gets all wiggy, especially if it's black guys. He saw me talking to a black guy in here last week, and he went all ape-shit, calling me a nigger lover and shit like that. I told him to go fuck himself, and we hadn't really been talking or fucking since then. His week was up, though, and he was friendly and forgiving because he hadn't had any pussy for awhile. I love the guy, but he is pathetic and so predictable. He always tries to come across as so smart with all the books he reads, but he's really stupid when it comes to me. I have him wrapped so tight, he'll never get out of it. Sorry if that sounds cold, but it's the TRUTH. Nicky was stoned already, and Josh looked buzzed, too, when they sat down. Tams asked where Mikey was, and Josh told her he was at the used CD shop across the street and he'd be over in a minute. Nicky asked us what was up, and nikki told him what we were talking about. He immediately started cracking up and asking us how much cash we thought we could rake in. Nikki told him at a $100 a pop, we could probably clear a few grand in one weekend. Nicky cracked up some more and offered to be our pimp. Josh told him to fuck off, and I could see nikki's little scheme had pissed off old Josh once again. "What's your problem?" I asked Josh. "I don't have a problem," Josh protested. "I just want Nicky to shut the fuck up, okay? You keep talking about this shit, and he's bound to think you're serious." "We are serious, asshole," I told him. "You are not fucking serious, ronni," he replied. "What makes you think we're not fucking serious?" nikki jumped on him now. "You guys aren't going to the mall and fucking old guys, okay?" Josh laughed at us. "That's the fucking stupidest thing I've ever heard." "Really?" nikki was pissed now. "Well, fuck you, Joshua. Now we really are going to do it. This fucking weekend," she added. "Right ronn?" "Fuck yeah," I responded. "Tams, too." "Hey, I didn't fucking say I was going to do anything," tam-tams protested. "You guys can go suck cock at the shopping mall. I ain't." We continued bickering like that until Mikey walked in. He sat next to tam-tams, and they sucked face for a minute while we all glared at them and each other. Nicky filled Mikey in on the conversation, and he cracked up, too. "So, are you going to make me some money this weekend, ho'?" he asked tam-tams. She got all red and flustered, and nikk and I picked up on the gag and started calling her a ho', too. Tam-tams wasn't real happy about that. "Mikey, you really don't want me to do that shit, do you..?" she whined. "Just think of all the money, tams?" he countered. "We could party the rest of the month on that kind of cash. You could buy some new clothes. Why the fuck wouldn't you want to do that? It sounds like a fucking cool plan to me." "Thank you, Michael!" I smiled at tams. "You see, tams?" I coaxed her in my nicest voice. "Come on, be a ho' with us, bitch. It'll be so tripping." Tams looked utterly pissed off, but she looked at Mikey's smile and just nodded her head. Josh didn't look too thrilled either. If he was looking for Mikey to help him out on this one, he was looking at the wrong guy. Mikey loved tams, so much that it made us all want to hurl. But Mikey was also into seeing and hearing about tams fucking other guys. It especially got him off because she hated to do it so much. At least, she pretended to hate it. Nikk and I knew the real tams. She acted like a whining, prissy puss-bag, but when she got into slamming she was a real slut, just like me and nikki p. She just needed someone to force her to do things, I guess so she didn't feel guilty. I think a part of tam-tams would have loved it if she and Mikey could have been the perfect little high school couple. But Mikey had been hanging with us way too long to go for that bullshit. Nikk and I knew tams had only started hanging with us to move in on Mikey. She was our bud by now, but she could always be a stuck-up pain in the ass, too. It wasn't that she thought she was better than us, just different, like we were real sluts and she was just along for the ride because of Mikey. Josh was major wigging now, and just sitting there sulking. Nicky smirked at him, looked around the coffee house, and smiled. "Hey, man, guess who's here?" he nudged Josh on the shoulder. "Who?" Josh looked up, only half-interested. He was enjoying his pissed-off mood way too much to be that easily distracted. "Hillary Wukowski," Nicky pointed to a table of three girls sitting up front by the windows. "She's been checking you out ever since we got here. Hubba hubba," Nicky mocked. Nikki, Mikey, tams and I started cracking up while Josh got even more pissed-off. Hillary Wukowski was this fat, pep-squad bitch who spent her entire life chasing guys who never even looked at her fat ass, except to make fun of her. She was sitting with Cheryl Davies, who really wasn't that bad looking for a chub, and Manel Bernar, this brown-skinned Indian chick who would have been hot looking except for the moustache and sideburns. They were all pep-squad bitches who would have done anything to get a guy, except doing the one thing that could really get them a guy - put out! Hillary had been stalking Joshy all year. It started at lunch when she'd sit across from our table with her freak friends, look at him, and then giggle like middle school geeks. Then, when she found out Josh hung out here at Magic Beans, she and her pep-squad buds started hanging here after school. She was such a stupid cunt. She had no chance with a guy like Josh. I wanted to tell her that, but then that would look like I even fucking cared, and I certainly DID NOT CARE! "She could be all yours, man," Nicky kept at Josh. "All that flesh! You could be swimming in it, man." "Shut the fuck up, Nicky," Josh hissed. "You ever fuck a fat girl like that, Joshua?" Nicky badgered. "Huh?" "I did," Mikey laughed, and now tam-tams started scowling. "Like two summers ago. That fat cow who used to hang out at the pool all the time, the one from Saint Bernadette's with the big blonde hair and the blue swimsuit. What the fuck was her name again?" "Dolly?" nikki howled. "You fucked Dolly?" I started laughing, too. We all remembered Dolly. She was about three years older than us, and real fat with big blonde hair. That's why someone started calling her Dolly, like Dolly Parton. I almost peed my panties imagining Mikey fucking that fat, bleached cow. "How the fuck did that ever happen?" I asked Mikey, aware that the more we talked about it, the more pissed tam-tams was getting. I don't know why exactly, but I liked to see tams get all pissed off at me. It actually gets me hot in a way, to push her buttons and watch her get all wiggy. I guess that makes me a sadist, but at least I'm not alone. Nikki, Nicky and Mikey love doing it, too. Sometimes it's like we play with her, like she's a doll. "She was stalking me big time," Mikey gloated. "So one day I just walked up to her and said, 'Hey, would you like to go back to my place and get some beers. My parents aren't home, and we can have the whole house to ourselves and shit.' So she does. I mean she knew what was going on. You don't ask some fat girl back to your house for beers 'cause you wanna fucking talk, you know." "Why the fuck would you EVER want to fuck her, man?" Josh asked. Totally bewildered. "Christ. Man, what the fuck were you thinking?" "He was thinking how fucking wild it would be to fuck some fat ugly shit who'd do just about anything to get some attention and affection, weren't you, Mikey?" I answered for Mikey. "I just wanted to fuck, and I knew she would," Mikey replied. "I bet that shit was pretty wild, huh?" Nicky asked. "So what the fuck did you do with her when you had her there?" "Well, we got there, and I got us some beers, and while we pounded down the first one I asked her if I could see her tits. I told her I liked her tits because they were so big, and she pulled down her top for me, and I played with her tits while we slammed another couple of beers. She was pretty trashed by then, so I took out my cock, stood up over her, and put it in her mouth. She had never sucked dick before, I guess, because she just kind of let it sit there and sucked on it a little. So, I started fucking her face with it, and I could tell she didn't like that, but she let me do it anyway. And after a minute or so, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it. Then I told her to take off her bathing suit, and boy was she fat. I told her to suck me hard again, and she did, and then I told her to turn around, and when I saw that huge fucking ass I started slapping it real hard and finger fucking her pussy. She probably didn't like that much either, but she just sat there and took it until I took my dick and shoved it up her fat cunt. I fucked her doggy style real hard, and was just about to fuck her ass when I heard my parents coming home. So she ran out my back door with her big, blue bathing suit half off." Everyone, even Josh, was laughing at the image except for tam-tams. "So, did you fuck her fat ass again or what?" nikki asked maliciously, obviously aware how pissed-off tams was getting. "Oh, yeah," Mikey boomed. "I called her up later that night and asked her when we could fuck again. She thought I was her boyfriend or something, so she was all giggly and nice and shit. She told me her parents would be gone to a movie that night and to come over after 7:00 because only her older brother would be home. When I got there, he was smoking a bowl so he couldn't give two shits what his fat-assed sister was doing. She got us some pot, and we got stoned ourselves out in the garage. Then she sucked me off again, and I bent her over the hood of her family's Taurus, and I fucked her fat ass so hard she was crying. Afterward, she fucking told me how much it hurt, but that she didn't mind it because she loved me. I told her I loved her, too, and she bought that shit, too. So I fucked her shit a few more times that summer until she started telling these chicks down at the pool. Then I cooled it because I didn't want anyone thinking I was going with some fat chick." "I thought all that stuff about you and her was all bullshit," nikki said. "You mean it wasn't? You mean you fucked that fat freaky bitch?" "Sure as fuck," Mikey snickered. "I fucked that fat-ass bitch silly … G'dang, g'dang" he shouted, slapping his thighs and imitating a hard, thrusting motion with his hips. "Fucked her til I made her moo." "So how 'bout it, stud boy?" I slapped Josh playfully on the arm. "You think you could make old Hillary over there moo?" "Fuck off, ronn," Josh shot back. "She may be more woman than you can handle, Joshua," nikki got in on the act now. "You gotta have a lot of motion to paddle across that ocean," she joked, gyrating her hips all around while we watched her and laughed. "Come on, man," Nicky jumped in. "Hillary's been big-time stalking you, man. Go on over and talk to her." "Fuck you, Nick!" "What are you, afraid?" I challenged. "You afraid to go over and talk to some fat, pep-club bitch?" "I just don't see the fucking point," Josh replied. "So just fuck off, okay?" "The point is you could walk right in there and fuck that fat ass and take what you want, Joshua," nikki mocked him. "Or maybe that ain't your type. Maybe you'd rather be over there hitting on the sallies," she pointed to a table of obvious flamers. "Fuck you, nikki! You're nothing but a fucking slut-bag, you know that ..?" Josh was so mad he could barely see straight. "You pass up on free, guaranteed pussy, that makes you a sallie in my book, Joshua," nikki kept at him. "Makes you fucking queer." She cupped her fingers around in a circle, jammed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, and made like she was sucking a cock. "Sucky, sucky, sailor boy. Me show you number one blow-job," she teased him in a fake gook accent that sounded kind of like Cartman on Southpark. We all really loved that one, and Nicky just about sat his ass on the floor he was laughing so hard. "Fuck all of you!" Josh spit as he stood up and stormed out. "There goes my fucking ride, see ya'," Nicky blurted, as he chased Josh out the door. Mikey went back to sucking face with tam-tams, leaving nikki and I to amuse ourselves. She tapped me on the shoulder. "Let's go have some fun with the cows, okay?" I smiled at her, and we stood up. I followed nikki to the front of the coffee shop where Hillary, Cheryl and Manel sat, engrossed in conversation. Judging from the way they looked when they realized we were approaching their table, I guessed they'd been talking about Josh and our set. "Hey, Hil," nikk broke the ice as she pulled up a chair. "What's up?" "Not much," Hillary looked nervous, but not unfriendly. I tried to remember if nikk or I had ever had a bad run-in with any of these geeks, but I couldn't recall. We just kind of mocked them behind their backs, that's all. They probably had a pretty good idea what we thought of them, but since we never said or did anything to them they couldn't really be sure. They were such "nice girls," it probably never occurred to them to suspect us of screwing with them. Besides, nikk's a real charmer when she sets her mind to it, and when she smiled at Hillary, Cheryl and Manel even I thought for a moment that she really wanted to be friends. "That is such a cool stud!" nikki gushed like a schoolgirl over Manel's pierced nose. "Where did you get it?" "It .. I .." Manel seemed flabbergasted at nikki's friendliness. "She got it at some Indian shop," Cheryl answered for Manel. Because of Manel's hairy face, Cheryl was definitely the hottest of the three. I was pretty sure old Cheryl had seen some dick in her life before. This is probably what made her the most confident among them, and the first to adjust to nikki's new-found interest. "Isn't it cool," Cheryl gushed to nikki. "That's a real ruby, too. It's like worth a thousand bucks or something." "It's only about $750," Manel quickly corrected. "Still, it is soo cool," nikki kept gushing. "It's cultural with Indians, you know," Cheryl jumped right in. "Indian girls have been getting their noses pierced for like centuries. It's part of their religion." "Is that like mehndi, too?" nikki asked. "Y .. yes, it can be," Manel replied. "Does the place that did your nose do real mehndi stuff, too?" nikki asked. "I'd really like to get some great body art, you know. I mean I get bored with all this," she indicated the tatts that were visible on her arms and upper chest. "And sometimes I want to get something, but I don't want it permanent, you know. Like maybe for a party or something. Would your place do that?" "I .. I guess so," Manel replied. "That would be so cool," nikki squeezed her arm. "Let's go there tomorrow after school or something, okay?" "I .." Manel began. "Yeah, Manel, let's …" Cheryl interrupted. "Maybe I can get my nose done, too." She turned to nikki. "You know I've been wanting to get a stud like hers." "That would look so cool," nikk was smiling so sincerely I was beginning to wig. "They .. ah .. you need to get permission from your parents," Manel cut in. "They don't do piercings or anything except ears unless you have your parents with you." "Shit, you're right," Cheryl cursed.. "That's bullshit," I finally spoke up. "You don't need your fucking parents permission. I got all this shit all over me, and I never had my parents permission for any of it." "How?" Cheryl asked. "Let's just say we know people who think all that permission stuff is bullshit," nikki laughed. "How much did that cost, then?" Cheryl was definitely intrigued. "Not much," I joked. "We worked it off." "Worked it off ..?" I answered her by sticking my tongue against the inside of my cheek, cupping my hand, and rocking it back and forth while mimicking a monster blow job. "Word of mouth discount," nikk joked. "You guys are kidding, right?" Cheryl giggled nervously. "I wouldn't joke about shit like that," I replied. "My fucking jaw ached for a week. It was worth it, though, wasn't it, nikk?" "Sure as fuck was," nikk smiled, getting off on the shocked looks plastered across Hillary's, Cheryl's and Manel's faces. "You should come with us next time. A pierced nose would probably only cost you a hand job." "He'd probably want to come on your tits, too," I added. "Charlie's into that shit. He likes little high school girls with big tits." The conversation had obviously drifted into uncomfortable places for the three geeks. Hillary coughed nervously while Manel stared at the floor and Cheryl giggled. "You mean to tell me that Indian place wouldn't even give you some body art without parents' permission?" nikk asked Manel. "No," Manel shook her head quickly. "They wouldn't." "Well that sucks," nikki pouted. "That would have been pretty rad." "Yeah," Cheryl agreed, "it would have." "You guys want to score some shit with us tonight?" nikk suddenly changed topics. "We're going to come back up here tonight and party a little. You want in?" "I .. uh .. it's a school night," Hillary stuttered. "I have to stay in." "Shit, that sucks," I replied. "You mean you guys don't have to stay in on school nights?" Manel asked, as if she'd never heard of such a thing before. "My parents don't care what the fuck I do as long as I maintain my A average," I explained. I don't really like to mention this, but for a thrasher girl I'm also pretty much a geek when it comes to school. I kind of have the highest GPA in my class, which is a riot because I don't work at it at all. School is just so fucking easy. "My parents just don't fucking care what I do," nikki added, "school night or no school night." "I could probably get out," Cheryl jumped in, ignoring the looks her friends shot her. "I mean if it's not too late. How late do you guys stay out, anyway?" "How late can you hang?" I asked. "I'd probably have to be in by ten." "Ten?" I laughed. "Nothing starts happening here til about then. Couldn't you like stretch it to 11:30 or something?" "I guess …" Cheryl looked like she was already planning how she'd manage this. Being the geek that she was meant she had a lot of slack to cut with her parents. She probably hadn't missed a curfew ever, especially on a school night. She was primed to break out a little. This was going to be fucking hilarious. "I guess I could stay out to 11:30 or midnight," she said after thinking about it for a few seconds. "That's it, girlfriend," nikki beamed at her. "You need a ride or anything? 'Cause Josh can pick you up," nikki asked innocently while sneaking a glance at Hillary. By this point, Hillary had stopped staring at Cheryl like she was crazy, and had begun looking way-jealous. "We'll pick you up about 8," I cut in, savoring the expression on Hillary's face. "How much money do I need .. you know .. for stuff?" Cheryl asked. If she was aware of Hillary's feelings, she didn't show it. "Bring like $30," I told her. "If you play your cards right, you won't even need that." I winked at nikki, who got the inside joke. For those of you who didn't read my first two stories, nikki, tam-tams and I play this card game to see who has to pay for shit, and who has to fuck for it. I almost peed my panties thinking about chubby little Cheryl the pep-squad girl sucking black cock for a baggy of weed. I knew she'd puss out on us, but the thought of us fucking with her lily-white brain got me so fucking wet. She'd run out of here tonight, screaming for her mommy and daddy. It was going to be fucking hilarious. "I might be able to get up here," Hillary suddenly broke into the conversation. "I could tell my mom I'm working on a project with you guys, and that you'll all be up here. This is a coffee bar, and a lot of kids do hang up here and study, don't they?" she asked. "Sure," I told her. "Tell your mom I'm an A student, and I study up here all the time. If she doesn't believe you, show her the fucking honor roll. I've got the highest GPA in the fucking class." Hillary nodded. "D .. do you think you could come over and m..meet my mom before we go?" she shook as she asked me. "I mean, she'd probably let me go if she met you, but …" she paused. "But what?" I asked. "You … Could you ..?" she paused and looked positively embarrassed. "She wants to tell you that you look like a fucking freak, ronn!" nikk cut in with a loud laugh. "She wants you to clean up nice. Right?" she asked Hillary. "I guess," Hillary whispered. "I'm sorry, it's not that I care, it's just that …" "No problem," I cut her off. "I'll make myself look all sally schoolgirl for your mommy. You just be ready at 7:30. Josh and I will pick you up first." "Josh?" Hillary turned pale. "Yeah, is there a problem with that?" I asked. "No," she answered softly. "Hillary has like the majors for Josh," Cheryl giggled. "Cheryl!" Hillary snapped. "You do, Hil!" Cheryl shot back before turning to me. "Aren't you like going out with Josh?" she asked me. "We go out sometimes," I tried to sound totally casual. "I go out with lots of guys. Why? Do you really like him or something?" I asked Hillary. "I don't know," she answered. "Kind of, I guess." "Kind of, my ass," Cheryl bated her friend. "You like want to have his fucking babies or something." "Oooo," nikki giggled. "True love!" "I guess I think he's pretty cool," Hillary admitted. "Listen, hon, he's all yours," I laughed. "There are plenty more fish out there for me." "Are you serious?" she asked me. "Really? You aren't mad?" "Why would I be mad? Josh is hot, you want to jump his bones. I say all's fair in love and war, girlfriend. I'll even give you some help, okay?" "Are you really serious?" Hillary asked again. "Listen, you're cool. Josh needs to get out with some other chicks. He keeps hanging on me all the time. You'd be doing me a fucking favor." "You guys are so cool," Cheryl giggled. "This is going to be so .. rad .. tonight." "Sure you can't make it?" nikk asked Manel. Manel shook her head, her eyes a mixture of confusion and jealousy. In just a few short minutes, nikk and I had walked into her life and turned it completely upside down. She looked so helpless sitting there, I started getting wet and wishing she was coming along tonight, too. I'd do anything to see her dark, hairy Indian face in total shock. Like I said, she'd be pretty hot if it wasn't for the moustache and sideburns. But even now, as I looked at her closely, I began not to be so grossed out by the facial fur. It was kind of exotic in a way. It made her look wild somehow - innocent AND wild. "Come on," I coaxed her, reaching out and stroking her hand gently. "Can't you even make it out for a little while?" "My parents are very strict," she said softly. "They won't let me." "Will they let you go over Hillary's house?" I asked, not wanting to give up just yet. "Maybe?" "You get over to Hillary's house by 7:30," I assured her, "and I'll handle the rest. Trust me, okay?" For the first time that afternoon she smiled. She smiled at me, and I knew I had her. She'd be at Hillary's. She'd do anything to fit in with us, anything not to lose her old friends. I was really fucking wet by now. "We'd better get going guys," Cheryl announced. She turned to nikk as the geeks stood up and faced the door. "I'll see you guys around 8, okay?" "Yeppers," nikk replied. "You guys be ready at 7:30," I told Hillary and Manel. They nodded, waved and scurried out of the coffee house. Nikk and I walked back to our old table laughing our asses off. "What in the fuck was that all about?" Mikey asked as we sat down. "You were like talking to those geeks for half an hour." "They're hanging with us tonight," nikki giggled. "You're fucking shitting me!" tam-tams exploded. "I know those fucking geeks. They are totally gawkers. I used to hang with that crowd, you know. They are total losers. What the fuck are you doing asking them to hang with us?" tam-tams was really a little snot sometimes. "We're going to have us some fun with them," nikk giggled. "We're gonna freak their geeky fucking brains out. Come on, tams." Nikki Porno nuzzled up against tam-tams, sliding her hand under tams' leather coat and copping a feel. "Don't you wanna play with the little geeks?" she whispered in tams' ears. "Blow their fucking minds? It'll be tripping, you'll see. Come on, tam-tams …" Tams melted under nikk's touch, just like she always did. She smiled, probably relieved that nikk's cruel intentions were fixed on someone besides her tonight. I could tell what else tams was thinking, too. Play along with nikk and I on this one, and we'd forget about cruising the mall for hermans this weekend. I smiled. Of course, we'd let her think that for now. We'd let her think anything as long as she played along with us tonight. The only person we had to worry about was Josh. This wouldn't be any fun if he didn't join the game, too. "What the fuck are you supposed to be?" Josh laughed at me as I crawled in his puke-green, beater Plymouth station wagon. "Sally schoolgirl?" "You like?" I smiled at him, fluffing back my hair like some brainless cheerleader. Josh was right. I was dressed like Sally Schoolgirl. I had on a black skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and this old pair of thrift store saddle shoes I got for last Halloween. In fact, I was wearing my entire "schoolgirl hooker" costume from Halloween --minus all the rouge, eye-shadow, lipstick and bondage gear, of course. I had my long black hair done up in a braid, and it was killing me. I have pretty thick curly hair, and braiding it had been a bitch. I finished out the outfit with a white blouse -- a lacy collar and cuffs -- and a bulky cable sweater that pretty much matched the puke-green color of Josh's station wagon. In my red wool coat, I looked like a fucking Mormon. Fortunately, I had some real clothes and my docs in the backpack I carried. "What the fuck is up with you?" Josh asked again. "I'll explain as we drive," I told him, chucking my bag into the back. "We're going over to Hillary Wukowski's house, okay?" I fished out the directions she'd given me over the phone half hour ago. He was even more stunned by what I'd just said than how I was dressed. "Hillary Wu … No, that is not fucking OKAY. Now you'd better tell me what the fuck is going on here." "Are you going to pull out of here and drive, or what?" He glared at me, slammed the car into reverse, and backed out. "Nikki and I started talking to them up at Beans when you guys left," I explained. Josh knew who "them" was. He was pretty pissed. "Nikk invited them along tonight." "Them?!" Josh exploded. "What the fuck do you mean them?" "Hillary, Cheryl and Manel," I always got off on Josh's little temper tantrums. He is so fucking hot when he gets all wiggy. His eyes get all big and fiery, and he looks pretty much like a psycho-killer, which is a real hot-look on him. Some guys are like that. Other guys just look queer when they throw a fit. "They're going to party with us tonight," I continued explaining. "Turn right on Harvard and go down to Walker and make a left," I read off the directions. "She lives off Walker on Merrymount. You got that?" "You and nikk are fucking screwed in your heads," Josh replied, following my directions and turning right off my street onto Harvard. "What the fuck do you think you're doing anyway?" "Trying to get you laid, sissy boy," I joked, snaking my left hand down to his crotch and squeezing his cock. Despite acting all pissed at me, Josh was already hard. I unsnapped his baggy jeans, leaned over, and licked his neck, fucking my tongue-stud in and out of his ear hole. I know this drives him fucking bananas. "We're going to get you a fat chick, Joshy" I whispered in his ear. "Maybe a couple of them. Doesn't that sound good, Joshy? Fucking some fat chicks?" I teased him, sliding down the elastic band on his jockeys. "I want to watch you, Joshy. I want to watch you fuck a fat chick." I yanked out his hard 6 ½-inch cock, and it snapped to attention. I spit on my right palm, and then rubbed it over his pierced cockhead. He loves when I do this, and I could feel him go all tense, raising his butt off the car seat and trying to get his jeans and shorts down further. "You gonna fuck Hillary's fat pussy for me, Joshy?" I fucked his ear again with my tongue-stud. "Are you?" I kept up the dirty talk while I jacked his shaft and palmed his pierced cockhead. "Fuck .. ronn …" he gasped, almost losing control of the car when I dipped my right hand deep into his crotch and found his balls. I tugged the two rings pierced through his wrinkly nut sack, and did a taffy pull on his hard pole. "I want to see you fuck that fat bitch's fat asshole, Joshy," I bit his earlobe and scratched his balls with my fingernails. "Okay?" He nodded helplessly. "This is my early Valentine's Day present for you, Joshy," I kept tongue-stud fucking his ear while I twisted his scrote rings and palmed the ball sticking through his cockhead. "I'm giving you a big fat ass to fuck. How does that sound, baby?" "Shit …" he hissed, collapsing against the steering wheel as I pumped a load of cum out of his aching cock and nuts. I scooped up the gobs with my fingers and smeared them across my lips. With my tongue-stud I gathered up the whole mess, then pulled his face to mine. We kissed, and I rammed my cum-covered tongue-stud against his own pierced tongue, spitting his own salty splooge hard into his mouth. "So how does that sound?" I giggled, wiping off my hands on his jeans. I pulled away from him slightly, and readjusted myself in the rearview mirror. "Why are you doing this, ronn?" he sighed, still trembling from the intense nut he'd just popped. "What do you mean?" "Why do you want to see me fuck some fat chick? I mean you're not some porno psycho like nikki. You're a smart girl. You don't need to do all this shit all the time. We could just chill and fuck, you know. There's nothing wrong with that." "Sometimes you are such a fag." "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Just because I don't fuck everything that moves like you and nikk and Nicky, I'm a fag. Well, that's real mature." "You don't like the way I am, then don't hang with me. It's that simple." "What the fuck is up with you?" Josh repeated. "Why the hell would you want to see me fuck some fat chick? How could that possibly get you off? I think you'd be jealous if I was fucking around on you." "Listen, I don't know what the fuck goes on in your head, but fucking is just FUCKING, okay. It's not anything deeper." "How can you say that?" he asked. "Is that what you mean? That it's all just fucking, even me and you … Just fucking?" "You don't understand," I yelled at him. "You've never understood, have you?" "Well, maybe you can explain it to me, then." "You act all pissed when I fuck guys, like the black guys in the Lincoln. After I fuck around with them, you act all pissed for days. And just last week, you went ape-shit on me for talking to that black guy at Beans. I was just talking to him." "I saw you ronni," Josh shot back. "I know the way you are, the way you were looking at him. You were going to go fuck him or something. I can tell when you get that way." "So, what the fuck if I do? What the fuck if I go out there and suck his big black cock? What the fuck is it to you anyway?" "You say I don't understand? Listen to what the fuck you're saying, would you? I don't like you fucking other guys, and I'm the bad guy here? I don't fuck around on you, ronn …" "Maybe you fucking should," I interrupted him. "What?" "That's what I'm telling you, Joshua. Maybe you fucking should. Maybe you wouldn't be such a psycho all the time." "What are you talking about?" "You don't want me to fuck those niggers out in the Lincoln, do you?" "No," he replied. "I don't." "That's a fucking lie, Joshua." "You're fucking insane, you know that, ronni." "I'm not the one with fucking problem, Joshua. It's you. You've got the problem. You've got some kind of fucked-up hang-up about me fucking black guys. It's like you're prejudiced or something. Yet, after I fuck those guys, and we fuck, you're all over me. Me fucking niggers turns you on, only you don't have the balls to admit it. I feel how hard your dick gets, Josh, how hard you fuck me. I see the look in your eyes when you fuck me after I've just been fucked by some black guy. You act like you hate it, but it gets you fucking off. Don't lie to me." "You're fucking crazy!" "Don't lie to me Joshua. I can take all your psycho bullshit, just don't lie to me. Don't lie to me!" He said nothing, and I looked down at the sheet of directions. "You need to turn here," I told him, looking a head and pointing to the next intersection. "This is Merrymount." "I know that," he hissed. "Listen," I lowered my voice and spoke quickly. "I know how you feel about me, and I feel the same way about you, okay? I just like to fuck, and you should, too. You get off on me fucking black guys, and I get off thinking about you fucking some fat chick who's in love with you. It makes me feel .. you know .. like I'm special to you." "You are going to have to explain that," Josh said as he turned onto Merrymount. "This I have to fucking hear." "I know how you feel about me, and that you'd just be FUCKING Hillary. She has this big thing for you, and to you she's just a fat cow. She can fuck you all she wants, and she can try to do anything to get you to love her, but you won't because you love me," I smiled at him. "So it's like I have this fat little fuck toy at my disposal. You fuck her, and I can watch you break her fucking heart. That's what gets me off." "You are seriously warped," Josh told me. "You know that?" "You wanted to fucking know," I laughed. "Seeing me fuck this fat cow would really get you off, then?" I nodded and stroked his cock. "Now put your dick back in your jeans. You don't want to give her a heart attack, do you?" I looked at the address on my paper and compared it to the street addresses. "45701," I announced. "There," I pointed to a house on our left with the porchlight on. Josh pulled in, and I got out. "Stay here," I told him. "I've got a show to do." He didn't reply. I turned around and hustled up the drive to the porch. I pressed the doorbell, and Hillary answered. "Hi, ronni," she beamed at me. I could see her peering out into the car, trying to catch a glimpse of Josh without appearing to be too obvious. "Come in." I walked into the warmth of her house, and it was like Good fucking Housekeeping. It even smelled like baked bread. I guess people really do live like this. Manel was standing by the stairs with a nervous smile on her face. Both she and Hillary looked so white I thought they might puke. Manel was dressed in almost a navy blue reflection of my Sally Schoolgirl outfit. She had on a dark skirt, white tights, bulky blue sweater and a white shirt underneath. Her hair was also up in a braid like mine. She was wearing some lipstick, though, the first time I'd ever seen any on her, and I noticed some mascara, too. She was trying to look hot. I imagined she and Hillary had spent the last few hours wigging over the way they looked, trying to look hot, but not TOO hot … you know, slutty, like me and nikk. Hillary had obviously spent a lot of time getting ready, too. She was wearing a gray blazer, white sweater, dark jumbo jeans and short kid boots. I could almost see her an hour or so ago, bawling in front of the mirror to Manel that she was too fat. I could see Manel calming her down and telling her she wasn't fat. They probably went through about a hundred outfits trying to find the one that made Hillary look the least repulsive. I found it hilarious that she was so fucking clueless she thought she actually had a chance with a guy like Josh. Granted, she did have kind of a cute, pudgy face, but she was a fucking beast - probably 180 lbs, and I am not exaggerating. I tried to imagine her stripped naked. I had never seen a really fat girl naked before. What the hell would she look like? What would her tits look like, and her stomach, and her ass , and her legs. I knew I should have been hurling at the thought, but I was getting very wet just thinking about it, thinking about Josh slam-fucking her fat-ass doggie style, making her moo. I twitched a little I was so hot. "You must be Rhonda," this fat old lady came into the living room. "I've heard so much about you." She looked like Hillary would in about 25 years. "I'm Mrs. Wukowski," she studied me as she took my hand and gently squeezed it. I was dressed in full geek regalia, and I obviously met her approval. "Hi, Mrs. Wukowski," I beamed at her. "It's nice to meet you." "Hillary said something about a school project?" Mrs. Wukowski asked. "Yes, we have to poll people on a current event topic," I explained. "We need to get at least a hundred people." "That sounds like a lot of people," Mrs. Wukowski commented. "It is," I explained, kicking my 4.0 brain into high gear. "That's why we're going to the coffee house. We need to get 100 people by Friday, so we have this weekend to tabulate the results and write our report." "This is a school night, you know?" she observed skeptically. "I don't usually let Hillary go out on school nights." "I know, Mrs. Wukowski, my mom's the same way," I tried to keep a straight face. "But we need to get this assignment done." "But why do you need to do it tonight?" she asked. "Why can't it wait to the weekend. I can drive you all up to the mall, and you can get plenty of people there." "I don't like putting things off to the last minute," I answered. "We not only have to do the poll, we have to score the results and do the report. That's a lot of work, and I don't want to rush it. I want an A on this." "You do, do you?" she seemed pleasantly amused. "That's my secret to good grades, Mrs. Wukowski. I do all my work early, so that I have plenty of time to finish. If we get all the polling done in the next couple of days, I can turn it in to Mrs. Rivers on Friday for her to look over. If we've made any mistakes, she'll point them out to us before we even do the rest. That way we're sure to get an A." "A's are very important to you, aren't they?" she asked me, obviously impressed. "I want to go to college .. a good college," I added. "Ronni has the highest GPA in our class, mom," Hillary spoke up. "I know," Mrs. Wukowski nodded. "Grades are very important, dear," she smiled patronizingly at me. "But you need to have some fun, too, you know." I didn't say anything, afraid I might pee my panties right then and there. "Like tonight," Mrs. Wukowski prattled on. "I know this is school work, and it's a school night, but try and have some fun, too, okay. All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl, you know." She stroked Hilary affectionately on the chin. I nodded slowly, biting my tongue to keep from laughing in the fat old bitch's face. "Who knows?" Mrs. Wukowski laughed. "There may even be some boys there tonight." She looked hopefully at her fat daughter, and they exchanged smiles. It was so pitiful I wanted to bust my shit right there. The fat cow mother knew her daughter didn't stand a chance in life being such a fat beast, but she still tried to keep her faith. She still tried to fool herself and her fat daughter that Hillary could actually find a guy. I twitched again. I couldn't help it. The more pathetic things got, the wetter I became. "Here," Mrs. Wukowsi handed Hillary a $20. "Have some fun. You girls are certainly old enough to do a little socializing while you work." "Can I ask you a favor, Mrs. Wukowski?" I asked. "Certainly, Rhonda." "Manel's parents are real strict. They wouldn't have let her come over here if they knew we were going out. I'm real sorry, but I told her to lie to them and say we were going to be over here so we could do this project tonight." "Is that true, Manel?" Mrs. Wukowski asked. "Yes, ma'am," Manel nodded. "I don't approve of lying," Mrs. Wukowski started. "She couldn't tell them the truth, mom." Hillary picked up the ball now. "You know they wouldn't let her out, even to do a school project. She had to beg like crazy just to come over here. This is really important, mom. Could you please just cover for us? You already said I could be out til 11:30. Just cover for us if Mrs. Bernar calls, please. Manel never gets to do anything." Mrs. Wukowski looked at us. We were three sickeningly straight geeks, or at least she thought. "You be home here at 11:30 sharp," she ordered us all. "Now go and have a good time." She followed us to the door and peered out into the drive. "Who's that driving?" she asked. "That's my older brother, Josh," I replied. "He works at the coffee house. Mom has him keep an eye on me when I go up there." "How thoughtful," Mrs. Wukowski commented. She watched as Manel put on her blue wool jacket, and Hillary threw on a huge, bulky overcoat atop her blazer. Then the three of us hurried out the door and down the drive. "You get in front with Josh, Hillary," I ordered when we reached the car. "I have to get out of this shit," I patted my clothes. "Come on, Manel. Get in. I'm freezing my tits off out here." The two geeks giggled nervously, and obeyed my every command. This was going to be so much fucking fun. Hillary piled into the front seat next to Josh, and Manel slid in the back with me right behind her. "Where to next?" Josh asked. He seemed to have cooled off slightly, which was good. "We hit nikki's and then Cheryl's," I told him as I hauled my sweater up over my head and through my hair. "Can you hand me that bag?" I asked Manel, pointing to my backpack. "Sure," she handed me the bag and watched me with fascination as I took off my blouse. The combination of cold and the fact that I was horny as hell made my nips jet out like bullets. When I slid my bra off, and my boobs wobbled free, poor Manel's eyes practically shot out of her skull. Now she could see practically everything - my pierced nips, my belly rings - but she was definitely zeroing in on my boobies. I think I've already mentioned in my previous stories that I have some nice-sized tits for a chick my age, 34Cs if you need to be reminded. I've got a pretty thin waist and flat tummy, which makes them look even bigger I guess. Swollen and pierced, they must have looked real impressive to old Manel, because she couldn't take her eyes off them. Even when she looked away and tried staring out the window, I could see her obsessing on my reflection in the window. When I started sliding out of my geeky skirt, she glanced over "accidentally" and took even more eyefuls of my bod. "Fucking innocent, my ass," I laughed to myself. As I peeled down my stockings, I couldn't help but graze the back of my fingers against my sopping panties. The second I bumped my pierced puss and puffy clit, I shuddered, and the whole back seat vibrated. "It's cold," Manel observed softly. "Fuck the cold, I'm fucking hot," I joked, making an obscene gesture with my fingers and rubbing them dramatically across my wet crotch. The poor girl's jaw practically hit the floor when I peeled back my panties and she saw my pierced puss. Now she wasn't even trying to look away. Her eyes were so wide, I thought her forehead was going to crack open. "I've gotta get me some hard cock tonight," I announced to everyone in the car, especially Josh and Hillary. I wanted Joshy to know that I wouldn't be fucking him tonight, and that I fully expected him to slam Hillary's fat ass. I also wanted Hillary to know Josh and I weren't "together." Both geeks giggled, and I could almost hear Josh scowling as he drove. Manel looked slightly relieved because I had expressed a desire for cock. She was obviously wigging because I was playing with myself in front of her, and she was really freaking because of how she responded. She seemed to relax a little, though, and start putting my lez show out of her mind. Too bad for her. I certainly wasn't about to let her off that easy. I put my finger in my mouth and drooled on it until it was nice and gooey. Then I traced it down my chin, neck and between my tits. I flashed her a smile and licked my lips, locking my eyes into hers as I began to lightly swirl wet circles around my puffies and tug on my nip rings. With my other hand, I peeled back my panties again and resumed stroking my pierced puss. She couldn't take her eyes off my puss rings, and I could just hear her silent thoughts … Doesn't that fucking hurt? When she began to hyperventilate, I put my index finger up to my lips and gave her a silent "shhh." She shivered now, and tried to look away, fully aware by now where this whole thing was going. I pouted, took her dark hand, and placed it on my bare pale thigh. And that's all I did. I just set her hand there, and she didn't move it. She didn't even try. Holding her hand there, I resumed stroking around my clit and tugging at my puss rings, trying my hardest to contain the moans welling up inside me. Manel's eyes had dilated to the size of baseball's now, and she was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. When I dug my fingers into my wet slot, she looked like she was going to throw up. But she didn't. She didn't do anything but bore her eyes into my whole body - my eyes, my cunt, my tits, my tummy, every square inch. I knew she was transfixed for good now, so I slowly removed my hand from hers. Her sweaty palm and fingers remained glued to the goose pimples on my bare thighs, and she even started squeezing my flesh as she watched me rev up my puss at an even faster pace. She was so innocent and corruptible, that I found myself skimming my free hand up her arm to her bare neck. She curled her head sideways, trapping my fingers between her jaw and shoulder and nodding up and down. I caressed her hairy cheeks softly, fascinated by the feel of her sideburns against the backs of my fingers. She shuddered again, this time chattering her teeth so loud that Josh and Hillary heard her. "Need me to crank up the heat?" he asked, oblivious to what was happening a mere two feet away from him. His voice suddenly broke the spell, and Manel instinctively jerked her hand and face away from me. Embarrassed beyond belief, she went back to staring out the window. I thought I might have even seen a tear in her eye. The Indian goody-girl obviously had some serious lez issues going on, and I was freaking her big time. "Oh, I think we're hot enough," I joked, trying to catch Manel's eyes again, with no luck. The poor little brown-skinned geek had probably been creaming over chicks for quite some time, maybe even her cow friends. Seeing how straight her crowd was, though, I knew she'd never acted or even mentioned her "evil, perverted desires." But here I was, some strange hot chick showing her some attention, giving her a taste of what she craved, and she responded like a lab rat going after a piece of cheese. I was going to nail this little Indian princess in no time, probably even tonight. Having lost the moment, I skipped finishing myself off. Sometimes I like torturing myself like this, frustrating myself until I feel like my puss is a bottle of champagne ready to pop. I kicked off my shoes and fished out a pair of jeans from my backpack. In seconds, I was squirming around on the back seat scooting them up my bare, cold legs. I intentionally bumped my ass and hips into Manel, and she shivered every time our bodies made contact. By the time I had my jeans on, the poor girl was pressed up against the door and hyperventilating. A minute later, just as I was putting on my doc martens, we were pulling into nikki porno's driveway. Josh hit his horn, and she shot out of her house. As she neared the car, I couldn't help checking her out. Even through the darkness, it was clear she was dressed to slay. Nikki p. looked totally scooter-trash. Her auburn hair was teased up higher than Wynona Judd's, and her lips shimmered red in the moonlight. She had on a tight, low-cut, white tee-shirt, and her firm D-cup boobies jutted out against her black leather like she was in a comic-book. She finished off her look with a black leather mini (very mini!), fishnets, stillettos, and a heavy crucifix chain around her neck. In the bitter cold starlight, she looked like the world's hottest vampire-bitch. As she scooted into the backseat next to Manel, I could actually feel the geek's heart pounding. "What's up girlfriend?" nikki put her arm around Manel and kissed the Indian on her hairy cheek. "Ready to party?" "Uh .. sure," Manel managed a weak smile. If she was freaked by me, nikki's presence must have made her psychotic. Nikki didn't remove her arm from Manel's shoulder, but instead began cuddling her close, petting the Indian girl like a shivering puppy. Not to be out-maneuvered by nikki porno, I slid my hand down until it rested on Manel's thigh. She gasped slightly when I started rubbing her leg right above her knee, sinking lower and lower down the backseat as I wormed my hand higher and higher up her thighs. "So where does Cheryl live?" Josh asked aloud. He was clearly pissed off by now. Molesting my little Indian plaything, I blew him off and let Hillary answer. Chattering like a five-year-old twit, she gave Josh directions and a rambling, babbling description of her day at school, her impressions of certain teachers, and her future plans. I looked at nikki behind Manel's back and winked. Manel was sitting as stiff as a statue, not allowing herself to say or do anything to encourage or discourage our combined molestation of her dark-skinned body. Her attempts to ignore us only made nikki and I more abusive. I snaked my hand up the geek's preppy skirt and rubbed her crotch. "Fuck," I almost snorted out loud. "She's got panties on under her fucking tights." The two layers covering her puss were soaked, and it wasn't sweat. I pressed my fingers into the padding between her legs and curled my knuckle against her labes. As the car lurched forward, I groped further. Even through two layers, a thick wad of moist pubes greeted my touch. She had a fucking forest down there. Usually, on most chicks, lots of cunt hair makes me want to hurl. There's nothing worse than licking a hot snatch and getting a mouthful of pubes. It's like kissing a hairbrush or something. On Manel, though, a furry bush made me even fucking wetter. Here was a good little geek who would never even consider shaving her twat down smooth. She was like totally natural, totally pure, totally corruptible. Nikki smiled at me, and I knew she was thinking the same thing. She had her left arm wrapped around Manel's waist, and her fingers had worked under the bottom of Manel's wool coat. I watched as her fingers pried up the girl's sweater and blouse until they struck bare, brown tummy. With her other hand, nikki porno had begun rubbing Manel's other leg. Not be outdone, I removed my right hand from Manel's leg and draped it around her shoulders. I resumed stroking her hairy cheek with my fingers while reaching over and massaging her left leg with my left hand. It was like a game of Twister in Josh's backseat. Manel was torn between moaning and screaming "Rape!" Nikki stuck her hand under Manel's blouse and tickled her rib cage. Manel was so wigged at this point, her breath was barely a whisper through her clenched teeth. Her body was like a coiled spring ready to snap, and she was trembling so violently I thought Josh and Hillary would say something for sure. But Hillary was too obsessed with Josh and babbling her life story to notice anything out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, Josh was too busy trying to navigate the way to Cheryl's house from Hillary's shitty directions. I heard him curse when he found out he'd made a few wrong turns and had to turn around. When I'd talked to Hillary on the phone around 6:00, she'd told me Cheryl lived about three minutes from nikki. This was taking a lot longer, though. Manel must have sensed we were lost, too, because when nikki's fingers found her pointy tits the poor geek just whimpered, went limp, and accepted her fate. "This is it!" Hillary's voice exploded after another ten minutes of driving and mauling Manel's body. "Right here," she told Josh. "The one with the light on." Josh pulled the car in the drive, and nikki and I looked up to see Cheryl exit her front door. She jumped down the porch steps, and jogged out to the car. She'd obviously dressed to impress. Her fat hips were packed into a pair of tight, ripped jeans, and she was wearing an old leather bomber jacket that looked like it was probably her brother's or something. A maroon turtleneck peaked above the collar of the coat, and she topped her outfit off with a pair of short, black stiletto boots. She peered inside the car, saw the three of us in back and went for the front door. "There's no room up here," Josh snapped as the door opened. I wondered if Hillary caught that he was ripping on her fat cow body. "You're going to have to squeeze in back," he told Cheryl. "Come on, Cheryl," nikki cackled, yanking her hands from Manel's body and kicking open the door to welcome the newest piece of fresh, geek meat. "Get your ass in here," nikki teased, dragging Cheryl in by her arm. I pressed myself as far against my side as I could. Nikki shoved Manel into me, and I used the opportunity to get a good grope of her firm tits. "You're going to by my bitch tonight, girlfriend!" nikki laughed and placed a big smooch on Cheryl's cheek. Cheryl giggled somewhat uncomfortably and made a move to brush off the bright red lip-print etched on her rosy complexion. "You don't wipe that off, girlfriend," nikki batted the chunky blonde's hand away. "You're my bitch tonight. The lipstick stays. It shows everyone you're my bitch, ain't that right, ronn?" she turned to me. Cheryl looked absolutely bewildered. Nikk and I were laughing, though, so she must have figured it was some kind of game we played. "When your nikk's bitch, the lipstick stays," I played along. Cheryl giggled again and shrugged her shoulders. The chubby geek wanted to hang with us so much she'd probably be willing to do anything nikk or I said. Between her and Manel, this was shaping up to be a killer night. I'd almost forgotten the real reason behind this little adventure, to see Josh fuck and use Hillary's fat cow ass. Well, there certainly was no problem with nikk and I getting a little geek puss for ourselves. "I got about $30 from my mom," Cheryl announced proudly as she wrestled with nikki. "I told her we needed to buy some supplies for our project." She sounded so proud of herself. "Hey, bitch, did I say you could speak?" nikki poked her flabby tummy and tickled her. "Did I?" she continued teasing Cheryl while the chubby girl quaked with laughter. "Did I?" "Stop, please …" Cheryl laughed. "I'm sorry." "When you're nikk's bitch for the night, you don't speak without her permission," I informed her. "And you do whatever I say, bitch," nikki continued tickling the plump geek until I thought she might have a heart attack. "You got that? Everything!" "Yes," Cheryl wept through her laughter. "I'm sorry. Stop, please stop." "Just remember what I said," nikki giggled, releasing Cheryl from her grasp and kissing her on the other cheek. "Yes, ma'am," Cheryl laughed. She now had two lipstick-prints on either cheek. She kept laughing, though, and it suddenly struck me that she was absolutely clueless to nikk's twisted horniness. The stupid cow thought this was just some kind of innocent game we "wild girls" played. In her own way, she was even more stupid and more pathetic than Hillary or Manel. She wasn't looking at this as a one-night walk on the edge. She was actually thinking tonight was the start of a whole new life for her. She actually thought if she played along and did everything right she could hang with us. For some reason, this really pissed me off. If I felt any pity for these geeks, it vanished at that moment. Whatever we did to them, whatever happened, they deserved it. They could have blown us off this afternoon. They could have stayed home tonight. They could have accepted who they were instead of thinking they were something different. They weren't us, so what made them think they could be? I felt like they were looking down on us, like they thought we were so stupid or beneath them that if they were just nice to us we'd automatically let them hang with us. Well, if they really wanted to hang with us, we'd show them what it meant to be a thrasher girl. I resumed molesting Manel, and she just kind of slumped against me, keeping perfectly still and allowing me to do whatever I wanted. Stupid geek cunt! Nikki was whispering in Cheryl's ears, and the two were giggling like brownies or something. Hillary was still prattling on about something, and I just zoned out while we drove, concentrating on nothing but the feel of my fingers against Manel's hot, brown bod. I dug under Manel's bulky sweater and mauled the dark, slick flesh stretched tightly across her tumm and ribs. Once in awhile, I'd sneak a tweak at her firm tits and pinch her hard nipples. She bit her dark lips and jerked forward in little spazzes. Cheryl was too busy with nikk to even notice. When we pulled into the lot behind Magic Beans, I quickly scanned for the Lincoln. There was no sign of any action. It was still early. We piled out of the car and sprinted through the bitter cold to the back door. The warmth washed over our faces as we plowed through the doorway. I noticed Manel and Hillary breathe a sigh of relief as we entered the familiar surroundings. I half expected them to make a mad dash for freedom, but they didn't. Cheryl, on the other hand, darted her eyes about the room. She was obviously freaking about the two, big smoochies on her chubby cheeks. No one in the place seemed to notice, though, and she kind of chilled. Hillary followed Josh to a large table in back. Nicky, Mikey and tam-tams were nowhere to be seen. I looked down at my watch. It wasn't even 8:30 yet. Shit usually doesn't start going down until at least 9:30 or 10:00. It was way too early yet. We sat down, and Josh played waiter boy like he always did. Hillary and Manel ordered some caps. Cheryl went with a latte. Nikk and I ordered our usuals - double espressos. Josh went behind the bar, bullshitted with Gwen, the assistant manager, and made our drinks. Since Josh worked at Beans on weekends, they expected him to wait on himself and his friends when he came in. This meant we could pretty much drink for free when Gwen or Ted, the other assistant manager, were working. Only Norma, the owner, made sure we paid our tab. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen on weeknights. I noticed Josh was taking his sweet old time with the drinks. He was seriously pissed by now, glaring at me every once in awhile. I smiled back each time and stuck out my tongue. He flipped me off, finished the drinks, and returned to the table carrying our stuff on a tray. Manel was seated at my right, and nikki at her right. Cheryl was on the other side of nikk. Hillary was at my immediate left, putting Josh between her and Cheryl. He didn't look too pleased as he passed out our drinks and finally sat down. We talked about nothing - movies and shit - for about half an hour. Then Nicky came bustling in the back. Tams and Mikey were right behind. They saw us. Nicky cracked a big smile when he spied nikki's mark on Cheryl's cheeks. Obviously something was up. Mikey looked totally casual with the whole deal, but tams sneered at nikk and me when the geeks weren't looking. "Lincoln just pulled up," Nicky announced, picking up a chair and scooting between Josh and Cheryl. "Right behind us." "Hey, they're early," I said, quickly scooting to my right, cutting off Josh from using tam-tams and Mikey as wedges between him and Hillary. Manel and nikki scooted down, too, and Mikey stuck two chairs in the gap. Tam-tams sat next to me and kicked my shin. I showed her my tongue-stud, and then we both kind of smiled. Tams knew better than to make waves when nikk and I were scamming. Besides, the three geeks meant we'd be letting her bony ass off easy tonight. "So we gonna score some shit or what?" Nicky smirked at the lipstick branding Cheryl's cheeks. She tried to ignore him, but I guess it was pretty impossible. "I say let's get this show on the road," Nicky turned to me then nikk. "We brought money," Cheryl cut in. She knew how stupid she looked and was trying desperately to regain some kind of dignity. "We all brought money," she flashed nervous glances at Hillary and Manel. "We're in for whatever." Josh rolled his eyes, and Nicky just smiled at Cheryl. "Great. How much?" "I've got $30, Hillary's got $20, and how much do you have Manel?" "I .. uh .. $20!" she stammered, half-terrified at the prospect of buying illegal drugs, and half-mortified that my hand was molesting her thigh. Under the table and out of sight, I squeezed her legs and stroked her tights. "Well, that's enough for .. what ..?" nikki asked. "About half, maybe?" I caught on to her game right away. "Yeah, if that," I jumped in. "Looks like we're short again," Nicky giggled, obviously knowing what nikk and I were cooking up. "I'm pretty much tapped." "Me, too," Mikey added. Tams shrugged her shoulders. She was ready to play at just about anything tonight as long as it meant she wouldn't be the one getting shit on. Josh glared at me and said nothing. I shot him a smile back. "Well, you know me," I laughed. "I'm like always busted. You know I really should get a job now that I'm 16." Nikk, Nicky and Mikey cracked up. "You mean you guys didn't bring any money?" Cheryl was already starting to freak. "I mean how much is this going to cost." "$20 a baggie," nikki smiled. "We've got $70. All we need is $120. We should be able to work this out, wouldn't you say, ronn ..?" "No problem," I smiled at nikk. "Those guys are always willing to cut a deal, especially with some fresh faces around." By now, the three geeks had a clue something was going down, but no fucking idea what it could be. Their little geek minds couldn't even comprehend what was going to happen next. "How are we going to get the rest of the money?" Cheryl asked nervously, like she didn't really want to know. "We don't need any more money," nikki answered. "But you said …" Cheryl started. "Did I say you could talk, bitch," nikk laughed and stroked the lipstick print on Cheryl's left cheek. "Just relax, okay. You're in my hands tonight, aren't you, bitch ..?" she joked. "I forgot," Cheryl laughed and nodded, foolishly relieved for the moment. "Now, who's my bitch?" nikki continued teasing her and stroking her cheek. "I am," Cheryl giggled, desperately wanting nikki to think she was cool. "Good, that's what I want to hear," nikki patted Cheryl's cheek and started rummaging through her purse. In a second, she produced the infamous deck of airline playing cards. "Cool, we're going to play cards?" Hillary burst out. "Yeah," nikki started shuffling. "What game?" Hillary asked. "It's called 'Who Sucks the Big Black Dick?'," tams cracked. No one but nikki, Nicky, Mikey and I laughed. Our three little pep squad twats just sat there with their mouths hanging open before Cheryl spoke up. "What? Is that like 'Oh, Heck', or something?" "Not quite," I replied. "Your money goes in the pot." I pointed to the center of the table, and the girls slowly tossed their cash into the center of the table. "I thought we were using this money to .. to buy .. stuff," Manel stammered. "We are, girlfriend," nikki laughed. "Now pay attention. In our little set here, we all share stuff … shit, food, money, everything. This money will get us almost half of what we need. What we've gotta do now is see who gets us the other half. Let's see … 9 bags, minus the 4 we can get for this." She pointed to the $70. "That's like 5 more bags, right, ronn ..?" "Yeppers," I answered, working my hand farther up Manel's tights until she was squirming around like a brown beetle caught under a pin. "That means two of us," nikki explained. "Two of us, what ..?" Cheryl asked. "The guys we get the shit from," I began. "If we don't have all the money, they let us work off the rest of what we owe them." "What?" Hillary had no fucking clue what was going down. "You go out there and suck their dicks and fuck 'em," tams suddenly cut in. "What are you, chicks, dense or something?" The three geeks just stared at her in utter disbelief. "We give 'em half the money, and then we screw 'em for the difference," tams continued explaining. "That's what the card game is for, to see who pays and who plays." "You're kidding us, right?" Hillary demanded. "You've got to be kidding us." "What?" nikki snapped at her. "You got a problem with this?" "I sure do," Hillary shot back. "Come on, Hil, can't you see they're just screwing around?" Cheryl looked at me and nikk hopefully, waiting for us to bust out laughing and let everyone know it was a gag. "It's no joke, bitch," I thought silently to myself. "You guys are kidding around, aren't you ..?" Cheryl laughed nervously. "Aren't you?" "We're dead serious," nikk responded, staring straight in Cheryl's eyes. "Now are you in with us, or not?" "Absolutely not!" Hillary exclaimed. "How on earth could you expect us to be 'in with you'?" "You see, nikk, I told you they were fucking geeks," tams cut in all bitchy-like. For once, she wasn't the one getting picked on, and it must have felt good. Now was her turn to be the bitch. "Oh, I'm a geek now because I don't want to prostitute myself for drugs?" Hillary fired back. She was suuuch a geek! "Uh, basically, yeah," nikki replied. "How 'bout you, girlfriend?" she turned back to Cheryl. "You in, or are you going back to being a fucking geek?" Cheryl looked at her friends. Hillary was ready to take off. Manel was slumped low in her chair with a look on her face like she was going to hurl. The whole entire scene was freaking Cheryl out. She finally had her big chance to quit being a geek. If she punked out now, she'd lose out forever. "Since it's my money, I .. I shouldn't have to play the game," she spoke up. "I'm willing to put in my $30. Since none of you have any money, I kind of win by default, don't I ..?" she reasoned. "The same goes for me," Hillary spoke up now, suddenly brave. "I'm willing to put in my $20, too. That means I shouldn't have to .. do that either," she couldn't even say the words. "It should only be who doesn't have the money." "Who said we don't have any money?" tams smirked. She took out her handbag and ripped out three $20s. "Here's money for ronni, nikki and me. Now we're all playing, I guess." Cheryl's and Hillary's jaws hit the floor. Manel was too busy getting mauled by me under the table to react. I had the elastic waistband of her tights pulled down to her thighs, and I was rubbing her hairy bush beneath the flimsy cotton of her panties. Neither of her geek friends even noticed she was whimpering like a cold kitty cat. I snaked my fingers further up her frillies and started strumming her puss like it was a banjo. "This is getting out of hand," Hillary protested. "We already said we'd pay. This isn't fair." "This is how we play the game," nikki told her. "You're either in or not. There's six of us here, and only two need to go. Chances are you'll get off scot free." "Listen, we really don't want to play this game," Cheryl tried to reason with nikki. "Why can't you just take our money?" "Why, because you think you're too good for this?" I was really pissed now. The louder I talked, the harder I rubbed Manel's puss. "You think you're better than us, don't you ..? It's no big deal for us to go out and suck some nigger's cock for shit, but NOT YOU! You're too fucking special. You're too fucking good. You're not trash like us. That is what you think we are, isn't it, bitch?" I got in her face. "Trash?" "I didn't …" Cheryl began. "She thinks we're trash, nikk," I cut her off as I screwed like two fingers hard into Manel's slickery snatch. "This little geek bitch thinks we're trash." "Is that right, Cheryl?" nikki pressed her. "Is that what you think? You think we're trash?" "No!" she pleaded. "That's not what I meant. It's just that .." "What?!" nikki demanded. "Say it, bitch!" "Listen, we don't want to do this," Hillary was trying to be all rational. "Why don't we just take off, okay ..?" "Fucking puss-bag geeks," tams spit at Hillary. "Go and run back home. You see, ron?," she turned to me. "I told you these bitches were just going to pussy out on us. Like you said, they think we're trash." "Come on, guys," Cheryl pleaded. "We didn't say that. We don't think that." "Fuck this," nikk dealt six cards faced down, one each in front of every chick at the table. "You either play, or you lose your money anyway." "You can't take our money," Hillary protested. "You gonna stop me," nikki glared at her. "Huh?" "We won't do this," Hillary was shaking. "Now give us back our money .. please …" "Fuck you," nikki didn't flinch. "Now turn over your card. The two low cards lose." "I'm not playing," Hillary refused. "How about you?" nikki asked Cheryl. "You gonna be a geek the rest of your fucking life? Is that what you want, to go back home and be a fucking puss-bag geek?" Cheryl bit her lip and looked around the table at the other five cards. She suddenly shot out her hand and flipped over the card. 4 of hearts. Her jaw hit the fucking floor. nikki snorted espresso through her nose. "Looks like we have a winner," tams giggled, flipping over her card. Jack of diamonds. I went next. 10 of Diamonds. I pinched Manel's clit hard, and she got the hint. She reached over and flipped her card. Jack of Hearts. She let loose a sigh that sounded like relief to everyone else, except me. I felt her puss start frothing and her little tummy stiffen, and I knew I'd jacked her off to a hard cum. I could even see the flush through her dark skin. I was so hot I was psychotic. Nikki stared at Hillary showdown style. It was down to the two of them. One was going to lose, maybe both. Cheryl looked like she was going to blow chunks. I'd ever been so horny in my whole life. The very thought that both these fat geek cows could be out in the parking lot sucking black cocks for shit blew my fucking mind. I looked in nikki's eyes, and she winked at me. Then I knew the truth. She'd fixed the deck while everyone was bitching. She'd done this to tams and me a few times before we'd caught on. Now Hillary was going to learn her lesson. I half expected the geek to be smart enough to head out the door and lose her $20. But she just stared at nikk. "Come on," nikki teased her. "Have some fucking balls, why don't you ..? Wouldn't you just love to see me lose? Wouldn't you just love to put me in my fucking place? Wouldn't you love to see me lose and go out there and suck some black guy's cock while you sit in here, drinking a latte and laughing your ass off at me? Come on. You know you wanna see me lose. You know you wanna take your $20 back and laugh in my fucking face. You know you do. So come on and put me in my place. Or maybe you don't have the fucking guts. Here's your one big chance. Are you gonna take it or what?" "You can't psych me out into doing this like you did Cheryl," Hillary replied, her fat cow body quivering in rage and terror. "You really did want some shit tonight, didn't you, Josh?" Nikk turned to Josh and played her final card, the fucking ace she had up her sleeve. We all looked at Josh, especially me. He'd figured out the situation, too. He'd seen nikk stack a deck before, and knew she'd probably dealt herself an ace or king. That would make my card the second lowest next to Cheryl's. Josh hated when I went out and did the Lincoln, possibly more than anything else I did. He also couldn't stand Hillary. The choice was obvious … for anybody but Josh. He was always so self-righteous, I knew nikk's little maneuver was really fucking with his "ethics." Sacrifice his "girlfriend," or screw over some fat geek too stupid to know what she'd gotten herself into. This was going to be interesting. Hillary was pleading her big fat cow eyes at Josh. Her lip was starting to tremble, and she looked like she might cry or puke or do both. That must have tipped it. "Yeah," Josh kind of gave a sick smile. "I really wanted to get wasted tonight." He looked at Hillary. "I thought you did, too, Hil..? I thought you were with me tonight." Way to go, Josh! I almost screamed. For once, Joshy was showing some fucking nuts. I could tell by the glint in his eye that his dick was raging. He tried to fight it all the time, but he was as twisted as the rest of us. He wanted to see these two cows get fucked tonight, too. Hillary turned white as a sheet. "Come on," Josh whispered as he touched her hand. "Just get it over with so we can get some shit and get stoned. I want to have some fun." He rubbed her fat shoulder, and she fucking melted. "Some fun," he repeated even more softly in her ear, and then he kissed her fat, pale cheek. "Okay," she whispered back, putting on a brave, pathetic smile. "Here goes nothing." She stared right into nikk's eyes as she flipped the card over. 2 of spades. Nikki smirked and casually flipped over the King of diamonds. Hillary and Cheryl were major shitting. Tams was almost rolling on the floor. I slammed the rest of my espresso, and nikki picked up the cards. "Please tell me this was some kind of joke," Cheryl begged. "Please." "No joke, baby," nikk porno was suddenly all sweetness and light again. "It'll be all right, though. Don't worry. We do this all the time. It's over before you know it. And we'll go out there to make sure everything's cool. In a half-hour or so, you'll be so high it'll all be a big fucking joke by then. Believe me. It's not half as bad as it sounds. You may even get off on it. I do." "I'm not doing this," Hillary wept. "I'm not. I want my money back, and I'm leaving." Nikki shot Josh a look. He nodded. "Come on, Hillary, it's all right," he rubbed her fat shoulders. "Come on, don't cry." "I don't want to do this," she kept bawling. "Guys, let me talk to Hil for a second, okay ..?" Josh took her hand. He stood up, and she rose, too, following him back into a corner by the restroom. I tried not to watch what was going down, but I couldn't help it. Josh was suddenly acting so weird, like he was suddenly into this shit. Like he was enjoying it. That, in turn, made me feel weird, too. "Nikki, I can't .. I can't do this …" Cheryl was sobbing now, too. "Really, I can't. I can't …" "I thought we were buds." Nikki Porno put her arm around Cheryl. "I thought you wanted to party tonight …" she continued soothing Cheryl's fears and mind fucking her. I turned back to Josh. In under two minutes, he'd managed to get Hillary pressed into a corner where he was sucking her face and running his hands all over her fat body. She was so into him, he'd have her back here ready to suck black dick in no time. Mikey and tams were already in a deep clench. Which left me with my little Indian princess. I still had my hands in her panties, and she'd finally come down off her first cum. Her puss was drying up slightly. I couldn't have that. "I'm going to put my fingers up your puss," I whispered in her ear. "You just rock back and forth slowly in your chair, not hard, just nice and easy, and fuck your puss with my fingers. You got that?" She nodded dumbly and immediately obeyed, rocking back and forth slowly in her chair. "You want to go and get some more piercings sometime?" I asked her aloud as if we were just talking normal. "Sure," she gasped. "You know, I think the hair on your face is real hot," I laughed, stroking her moustache with my free hand. "I bet it would feel pretty cool kissing you." "Please don't," she whimpered. "Why not?" I acted all hurt. "Don't you like me?" "Yes," she sobbed softly. "Just not here. Please not here. Not in front of everyone." "You don't want to kiss a girl in public?" I teased her. "Or you don't want to kiss a trash girl in public?" "Please," she begged me. "Please don't." "I'm going to eat that hairy pussy .. tonight," I leaned over and whispered in her ear again, fucking my tongue-stud in and out as I spoke. "I'm going to lick you all over til you cum. You want me to do that, don't you ..?" She nodded, her whole bod shaking. I brushed my lips against her hairy lips, flicking my tongue-stud against her chattering teeth. She instinctively replied with her own tongue. I pressed my mouth over hers, and tickled her tongue with my stud. She gasped, hesitated, and then started grinding her puss against my palm. I worked another finger into her slice, making it three. I strummed her clit with my thumb and squeezed her mound hard. She jammed her tongue into my throat and then tensed up so hard she slid off the chair and onto the floor. The crash turned everyone's heads towards our table. Josh and Hillary were just returning. Manel scooted back up in her chair, readjusting her tights and bunched up panties. I leaned back and began licking my fingers. Nikki, Nicky, Mikey and tams caught on immediately, and tams flashed me a "you go, girl" smile. "You guys ready?" Josh broke the confused silence and looked at nikk, me and Cheryl. "She playing?" I asked Josh, gesturing to Hillary. "Yeah," Josh tried not to smile. "How 'bout you?" he asked Cheryl. "The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can get wasted." "She's in," nikk smiled while Cheryl nodded slightly. "She's my bitch, ain't ya', baby ..?" Cheryl flashed a weak smile and looked off into space. I noticed that she and Hillary wouldn't even look at each other. Each one turned away whenever their eyes met. "Then let's get this show on the road," Josh pointed to the door. Nikk scooped up the money on the table, handing Hillary and Cheryl their bills. Armed with Manel's $20 and the $60 tams had thrown in, she rose and took Cheryl's hand. Cheryl stood up slowly, and I could see her whole body was shivering. I stood up and leaned into Manel's ear. "You stay in here with tams and Mikey and Nickey. I'll be back in a few, okay ..? Don't LEAVE." "Okay?" she whimpered, looking down at the ground as she spoke. She was so ashamed of herself. I just wanted to ravish her right there, in front of the whole fucking coffee house. Make her cry and beg for it. But first things first … I followed Josh, Hillary, Cheryl and nikki out the back door and into the parking lot. The wind slammed our faces and we all said "fuck" at the same time. The Lincoln was in its usual place at the back of the lot, away from the lights. Josh stopped in his tracks and stamped his feet. "Okay," he patted Hillary's fat shoulders. "Go do it." "Aren't you coming. You said you'd …" Hillary began blubbering, the tears freezing as soon as they touched her cheeks. "They'll only deal with us girls," nikki took Hillary by the arm and pulled her ahead into the bitter chill. "They see guys and shit, and they start seriously wigging." She dragged both her and Cheryl across the lot, telling them the score. "You let me do all the talking unless they say something to you directly, then you answer them. You do whatever they say unless you hear me or ronn tell you not to. The important thing is that once this starts we don't piss them off and leave without the shit. Got that? You start acting like a couple of geeks, and they won't give us any shit. And then me and ronn and tams will be on their shit list. We don't fucking need that, okay ..?" "I don't think I can …" Hillary started whining. "Listen, shut the fuck up or I will pound the shit out of you right here!" nikk hissed at Hillary. "And don't think I won't. You make me look like some kind of puss-bag in front of these guys, and I will seriously fuck you up .. a lot worse than these assholes can." "But, I've never .. I never …" Hillary couldn't even get the words out. "You never what?" I asked. "Sucked dick? Well, now's a good time to learn." "I feel like I'm going to throw up," Cheryl whined as we closed in to about ten feet from the car. "You'll be all right," nikki hugged her. "Remember, you're my bitch, right ..?" Cheryl nodded. "Right?" "Yes," Cheryl gritted her teeth as nikki wrapped on the window of the Lincoln. The car was running with its heater on high. Through the steamed-up window, I could see the eyeballs and teeth of the black guy on the passenger side. He smiled when he made out nikki porno's figure in the darkness. The windows whirred down, leaving a sizable crack for negotiation. "Ladies," the black guy on the front passenger side sounded happy to see us. It was a cold fucking night to be sitting out in a parking lot selling dope to high school kids. Nikki Porno always brought a little excitement into their usual routine. "Was'sup with your FINE selves this evening?" he looked past nikki to see me standing behind the two geeks. His eyebrow arched, and he checked out the fat white bitches standing outside in the cold. "We need nine bags," nikki kept it short because of the cold. "We've got half the money. We're willing to work something out for the rest." "So, what you got?" "Some fresh meat for you, " nikk joked and pointed to the shivering geeks. "That's a lot of meat there," he joked. "That one bitch look like a whole fucking side of meat to me," one of the black guys in back piped up. Hillary almost burst out into tears, but nikki's glance killed it. "I thought you guys might like a little more .. you know .back," she kept on talking. "These ain't no skinny little white girls here." "You tellin' me," the guy at the window laughed. "I do like me some cushion, though." He studied Cheryl for a long three seconds. "Hey, you're kind of cute, bitch. Why don't you come in here and warm up? How's that sound? You wanna party a little with me and Tyrone?" he indicated the driver, who just sneered in reply. Cheryl didn't move or say anything. "He's talking to you, Cheryl," nikki elbowed the chub in the ribs. "Answer him." "Sure," Cheryl shivered and let nikki shove her towards the side of the car. "Guess I'm fucking Shamoo, then," the guy in the back grinned. "Well, I hate to break it you, ladies. But this backseat ain't big enough for me and Dante and her." "My friend has a station wagon," I suddenly cut in. "If we fold down the backseat, there'll be plenty of room for all three of you." "Sounds good by me," he crawled out the back of the car followed by the black guy he called Dante. I took Hillary by the arm and pushed her back across the lot to where Josh's car was parked. She just kind of staggered, like she was paralyzed or something. Josh was standing inside the back doorway of the coffeehouse making sure everything was cool. When he saw us heading towards his station wagon, he sprinted out to see what was up. "Who the fuck is this?" Dante challenged. "That's my friend," I told him. "It's his fucking car. He has the fucking keys. Now just chill." "What's up, ronn?" Josh asked as he walked up. "These guys need more room," I explained. "I offered them the back of your station wagon." "Josh …" Hillary started whining. "No fucking problem," Josh cut her off and dealt with Dante. "If you're in the car and the engine's running, I just gotta be in the car, okay ..? You understand? I ain't letting anyone alone in my car with the engine running." "Whatever, man …" Dante put his arm around Hillary and she shuddered so hard her teeth chattered. "It's colder than shit out here. I need to warm me up fast." He rubbed his hands over Hillary's massive body before squeezing her hard. Hillary's eyes shot out of her fucking skull. She was absolutely trapped in the situation, and there was no way out. Josh opened his back doors and kicked down the backseat. While the black guys hustled Hillary inside, I walked around to the front. Josh let me in the front passenger door. One by one, the car doors slammed, and we were all inside. Josh put the key in the ignition and hit the engine. Cool air poured in from the heaters, but it got warmer in seconds. "Jesus, bitch, you're shaking," Dante laughed. "I'll warm you up, baby," the other black guy spoke up. "How 'bout something hot to suck on." I turned around to see him snake his long, black fuck pole out of his baggy jeans and wave it in Hillary's face. She tried hiding her eyes in her hands, but he slapped them away. "Don't close your eyes, baby," he cuffed her on the cheeks with his swollen black cockhead. "That ain't no fun, is it ..?" "Man, you are one monster bitch," Dante commented, drawing her arms behind her back and working off her overcoat. With her arms pinned helplessly behind her back, Hillary couldn't push away the black cock smashing into her mouth. As the thick cockhead slapped against her lips, she tried jerking her head back, but the black guy doing her mouth wasn't playing around. He grabbed her by her hair and guided her face back towards his long thick tool. She clenched her jaws tight, and closed her eyes, like that could make it all go away. But Dante pulled her arms back again, working off her blazer. He pinned her shoulders together, and she winced in pain. Her mouth gaped opened. The other black guy stuck his fingers inside her cheek like a fishhook, then pressed her jaws apart. "Man, bitch what is up with you?" he asked. "Don't be fighting me." "She likes it rough like that," I told him. "You know how freaky fat bitches are. She wants you to really give it to her … hard," I added. "'Zat right, baby?" he cackled at Hillary. "Like it all nasty and shit, huh?" He wedged his cockhead between her glossy lips and jammed it up against the inside of her chubby cheeks. "How's that feel, huh, bitch? Suck that cock, you fat freaky bitch." "This gotta be the fattest white bitch I ever fucked," Dante told everyone in the car. "Look at this shit?" he laughed, rubbing Hillary's belly through her tight white sweater. "This shit is wild." He grabbed the rolls of fat bunched up between Hillary's bra and tight jumbo jeans and jiggled them roughly. "She likes that," I told him. "Do it some more. Play with her fat while he fucks her face." "You one sick-ass white bitch," the black guy in her mouth said to me. "You like to see your fat friend fucked, don't you ..?" "Yeah," I had fished Josh's cock out of his jeans, and it was raging. "Make her fat mouth gag on that big black dick," I hissed at the black guy. I played with Josh's pierced dickhead and pumped his cock stalk. "Pull that sweater up and slap her fat," I told Dante. He yanked at the sleeves of Hillary's sweater and pulled. Her fat arms slid down the sleeves, until he stretched the sweater out over her back and arms. As he kept tugging, she had to move her arms forward to avoid the sharp pain under her shoulders, and suddenly her big fat arms were wobbling free. The sweater was now hanging over Hillary's back and around her neck. With his left hand, Dante grabbed onto it like a leash and yanked the fat cow's head back. The black guy in her mouth scooted up to keep his prick lodged between her lips. With her neck snapped back, she had to look straight up into the mammoth black tool plunging into her mouth like an oil drill. With his right hand, Dante took a handful of Hillary's flab and kneaded it hard, scooping it up and stretching it away from her ribcage. Her muffled howls vibrated against the other black guy's hard cock. "Come on, slap that fat!" I told him. "Let me hear it." "Woo-eee," Dante boomed. He let go of flab he was twisting and then smacked it hard. A dull, wet, thwacking sound cut through Josh's station wagon. Dante continued slapping the rolls of fat, and the sound filled the car. "Lick those balls now, you fat bitch," the black guy in Hillary's mouth snarled, rubbing is brillowy balls against Hillary's sobbing lips. Dante yanked on the sweater-leash, and she opened her mouth, taking his partner's whole scrote. "Suck 'em. Suck 'em," he barked. "You like watching this, too, huh," Dante knocked the back of Josh's seat to catch his attention. "Watching your fat friend get worked over?" Josh said nothing, his eyes riveted to the warped reflection of the scene playing against the windshield. His hard cock told me that Dante was right. Joshy was getting off on this .. big time. He wasn't going to say anything, though. That just wasn't Josh's way. "You sure are some sick-ass motherfucking kids, I'll tell you that," Dante shook his head. "Not that we complaining," the other black guy laughed. He drummed his cockhead against Hillary's nose while she sucked his balls. "Hey, Dante, let's see this bitch's big fat tits." Dante unsnapped Hillary's jumbo bra, and let it fall to the seat. Her fat tits wobbled free. Dante began to bat them back and forth with both hands while he licked Hillary's fleshy back up and down. Hillary shuddered and lowered her head. When she did, she found the black guy's huge cock reinserted deep into her mouth again, fucking in and out until the cockhead hit her tonsils. She gagged on it. "Come on, suck his cock, baby," Dante hissed in Hillary's ear. "Suck it good." "Fat white bitches are the fucking freakiest around," the other black guy laughed, taking Hillary's hair and wrapping it around each of his hands. He then pulled on her hair and slammed her mouth down around his cock so hard it choked her. As she spit up, he withdrew his prick and shot his load all over her face. The cum mixed with her tears, and he smeared the mess all over her face with his cockhead. "This is probably the hottest fucking you ever had, ain't it, bitch?" Dante asked. He reached around Hillary's thick waist and began unsnapping her jumbo jeans. "Big-ass white bitch like you must not get much. No wonder you such a fucking freaky bitch. Well, don't worry, bitch. I'll fuck your fat ass so good you won't need no cock for a few fucking months. You ever been done by a black guy before, bitch? Have you?" "No," Hillary whimpered. "She's a fucking virgin, man," I told him as I jerked off Josh's cock. "Just look at her. Who the fuck would want to fuck her fat ass?" "'Zat right, baby? You a virgin?" Dante asked. "Yes," she sobbed. "Please … please don't rape me." "We a little past that now, bitch, ain't we," the other black guy said, stroking his cock and dangling it back in front of Hillary's bawling mouth. "Now suck on this and get me hard again. I'm going to bust that fat ass of yours wide open after Dante's done with your pussy." "You want her ass, then?" Dante asked He pulled down Hillary's jumbo jeans past her hips and huge ass. "She's got herself some virgin skank, figured you'd want first stab at that, homes." "Look at this fat fucking ass, though," Dante pulled down her jumbo panties and slapped her ass so hard the car rocked. "Be like fucking a whale, all this blubber and shit." He smacked her ass even harder for emphasis. "You sure you want her ass?" "I like me plenty a' back, you know that." "This ain't back, it's fucking blubber." "I said I'd fuck the fat bitch's white ass. You gotta a problem with that?" "No problem, man." He licked his fingers and jabbed them into Hillary's fat cunt. "You hear that, baby. I'm going to pop that fat-ass white cherry of yours. How you feel about that, bitch? I'm going to fucking spoil your fat ass, you know ..?" he continued ranting as he took out his hard black tool. It wasn't as long as the other guy's, but it was a lot thicker, like a can of Campbell's Soup. "Probably be the only time you ever get a hot cock shoved up that cunt of yours. But don't worry, baby, I'll take real good care of you. Bust you in real good. Be the best fuck of your life. Now scoot that big sweet ass of yours back, bitch. My cock's back here, baby," he slapped her ass hard, and she crawled back helplessly to accept his thick cock. At this point, Hillary was a freaked-out mess. She was crying hysterically, but the black guys just seemed to think it was some kind of act or something. I looked into her eyes as I pumped Josh's cock. He looked straight ahead into the windshield. Both Josh and Hillary had the same vacant, zombie eyes. Josh was facing a part of himself he'd always denied. Hillary was facing what she'd never been able to deny. This would no doubt be the worst night in Hillary's entire life. She must have been so psyched earlier. She was finally going to get to hang with her "true love" Josh. Maybe she could get him to like her for who she really was underneath all that fat blubber. She'd spent hours trying to decide what to wear so she'd look hot, as if she could ever look hot. She'd fucking convinced herself she had a chance with Josh. For a few hours, she'd actually believed all the bullshit. She thought she had new friends and a new life. Now she was in the backseat of Josh's car being double-slammed by two low-life niggers who were treating her like trash. Meanwhile, Josh, her true beloved, sat calmly in the front seat smoking a cigarette and getting jacked off by me. Her expensive white sweater was stretched-out and looped around her neck like a dog collar. Her jumbo jeans were down past her fat thighs, and her jumbo panties were torn in shreds around her gaping crotch. To make things worse, she was scooting her fat ass back, chasing some black guy's cock so he could bust her geek cherry. She was sobbing like a baby, muffled beneath the black cock shoved in her face. "Come on, baby, back up!" Dante slapped her ass like bongo drums. "My cock's back here, baby!" He was enjoying teasing her, making her humiliate her fat ass even further. She desperately kept scooting back, trying to aim her fat pussy at his thick, huge cock. As he toyed with her, Dante kept licking his fingers and working them deeper into her virgin puss. Even though she was fat and flabby, her puss was still bound to be tight, and he wanted it as nice and slick as possible for his thick tool. "Back here, baby," he mocked, tickling his cockhead against her puss. Feeling the swollen helmet against her labes, Hillary shoved her fat ass back, sucking an inch or so of Dante's thick black fuck pole into her wet snatch. He let her have some of his meat for a second or two before drawing back and making her scoot back further for it, like her puss was begging his black cock to fuck it. "Come on, baby, back here," he kept on jeering. She desperately tried to engulf his prick with her fat cunt. "Fat freaky bitch can't find my dick through all that blubber," he joked. "That's all right, baby," he leaned down and licked her ass crack. "We got all night, don't we ..?" "Please," Hillary finally pleaded. "Just do it." "Do what?" "Fuck me," she sobbed. "Please just get it over with." "What the fuck you say?!" Dante shouted. "Please fuck me," she wailed. "You said 'Get it over with,' bitch. What the fuck does that mean, bitch? What? You think your fat white ass is too good for me or some shit. I'll show you 'too good,' you fat bitch." Dante spit as he jammed his thick black cock deep into Hillary's fat puss. "Shit!" she howled as he slammed into her, obviously ripping her cherry. "Oh, shit, please stop …" she kept screeching as he drove his thick black fuck pole deeper and deeper into her fat virgin puss. "Look," I whispered in Josh's ear, fucking it with my tongue-stud. "Turn around and look at her." He followed my voice and turned around. His pierced cockhead was throbbing in my hand, and I knew it was about to shoot. He stared into the back of his station wagon, and licked his lips. I tugged at his scrote rings and pumped his shaft. Dante was royally raping Hillary's fat ass. He was slapping it hard every time he downstroked, and all the flab on her fat cow body wobbled and jiggled. "Fuck that fat-ass white bitch," the other guy shouted as sweat poured down Dante's face. "Fuck her fat pussy good, man. Fuck that white whale blubber bitch." To make matters even more twisted, Hillary's fat puss had begun farting every time Dante upstroked. The sound of her pussy farts and his ass-slapping shook the car. Josh's whole body tensed as he watched the grotesque spectacle. "Fuck her," he finally whispered, fucking his own-tongue into my ear. His cock and balls quivered, and his piss-hole sprayed a hot load of splooge. I milked his pierced prick all over my hands. "Fuck her fat ass. Fuck it hard." I jammed my cum-covered fingers in his mouth. He sucked off all his spunk while he watched Hillary's fat ass get repeatedly slammed. "Fuck, I'm cumming," Dante hissed. He buried his thick fuck tool so deep into Hillary's fat cunt that he butted her head against the door about ten times while he drained his hot load in her fat virgin puss. "Shit, man, you fucking killing the fat-ass bitch," the other black guy told Dante. He pushed Dante off Hillary. "You wanna get us arrested or some shit. What the fuck is with you, nigger?" "Fat ass white bitch whore," Dante continued slapping Hillary's ass. She huddled against the door, crying her eyes out. "Man, you really fucking hurt her," the other guy was trying to scramble out the car. 'Get your black ass outta the car, nigger." As Dante hoisted up his pants, he leaned over and spit in Hillary's weeping face. "Thatta teach you to say "get it over with,' you fat fucking freak. You should be thanking God I fucked your fat ugly ass. Only time you'll ever get any hard dick up that skank-ass cunt of yours, ho'. 'Get it over with,' my black ass, you white trash whore." He spit in her eyes again, and allowed his friend to hustle him out the car. Before Josh could stop me, I sprang out of the car after them. I wasn't going to let them out of my sight. Not when they still owed us some shit. They trotted up to the Lincoln with dante still cursing out Hillary at the top of his lungs. As the other guy tried to calm him down, the door opened and nikki slid out. Cheryl followed her on wobbly legs. Her hair was all messed up, and her make-up all smeared on her face like she was a clown. Her bomber jacket was thrown over her shoulders, and I could tell right away that her turtleneck was on insides-out, and she'd lost her bra. Then I noticed it crumbled up in nikki's hands. Cheryl's jeans were unbuttoned, too, and the fly was halfway down her crotch. She staggered on her stilleto boots and leaned against nikki, who was laughing like a psycho. Nikki waved the baggies at me as Dante approached the car. "Fucking fat bitch," he was still cursing. "Wass'sup?" the guy named Tyrone cackled at his friend. "Dante went off, man." "You didn't hurt the bitch did you, Dante?" Tyrone asked. "Fucking fat bitch told me to 'get it over with.' Told ME to 'get it over with.' Fat fucking bitch should be thanking God this nigger fucked her fat sorry ass. Best fucking cock that fat cunt will ever ride." "Get in the car, Dante," Tyrone laughed. He turned to nikki. "We square now?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," nikk smiled at him, waved the baggies and blew him a kiss. "You come back and see us real soon," Tyrone smirked at Cheryl. She smiled at him weakly. "Come her and give us a kiss, bitch," he laughed, and wagged his finger. She stumbled over to him, barely able to stand, let alone walk. With her knees wobbling, she pressed her tits against his chest, and they shared a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Tyrone planted his strong black hands on Cheryl's chub butt and spanked her. "You my bitch, ain't ya?" he asked her. She nodded with a shy smile. "Now get your white asses outta her," Tyrone smiled, "before I freeze my black ass off." We all trotted over to the station wagon. As we closed in, I could see that Josh had crawled into the back seat. Hillary had her head in his lap, and for a moment I thought he was comforting her. Then I saw that his hands were firmly planted on the back of her head. "Go in, I'll be there in a minute," I told nikki. She smiled, pulled Cheryl behind her and headed to the door. "Hey, give us our shit," I called to her. She turned around and tossed me three baggies one at a time. Then she ran inside. I looked in the bags as I slid back into the station wagon through the front passenger door. Josh looked up, saw me, and smiled. "That's it, you fat bitch, suck my cock," he went back to hissing in Hillary's ear as he pulled her hair. "Suck my cock like you sucked that nigger's cock. You liked that nigger's big black cock in your mouth, didn't you, you fat fucking cunt ..? I always knew you were a fucking nigger loving freak, you fat cow. You wanted me so bad, well here I am," he sneered. He jammed her head down even harder around his pierced cock. "Here's your big chance, cunt. Show me how bad you want me. Convince me I should take pity and even fuck a fat ugly cow like you. Do you love me, cunt?" he asked her, yanking her head off his cock. "Yes, Josh," she was bawling like a baby. "Yes, I love you so much." "Then prove it, bitch. Prove it!" "I did prove it to you," she bawled. "I did what you wanted. You said that's what I needed to do …" "Fucking fat bitch," Josh slapped her face, and she cringed. "Shut your fucking mouth and suck my cock. Suck it good, or I'll never talk to you again." She bent back down and accepted his pierced cock with her sobbing mouth. As she sucked, Josh reached over and slapped her fat ass, which was already covered with bruises and welts. "Go on and slap her ass, ronn," he told me. "It's fun, see?" He pounded her hard with his fist. "She's a fat fucking cow. What the fuck does she care?" I bent over the seat and slapped Hillary's ass along with Josh. She kept crying and sucking. "Come on, bitch," Josh snarled. "That's the worst fucking head I've ever had. You've been sucking on that thing for ten straight minutes, and I'm not even close to cumming yet. SUCK IT, you fat cunt. You wanna be my girlfriend, and you can't even suck my cock. Fucking geek, SUCK IT!" "You want some shit?" I asked him, fishing my pipe and lighter out of my pockets. "Fuck yeah," he reached over and handed me his own pipe. I packed some bowls and watched him slap her ass harder and harder as she pathetically sucked his cock. I fired his pipe up and handed it back to him. We kind of saluted each other and took a simultaneous hit, letting the herb cut through the numbness in our brains and bodies before snorting it out in a giggle. "Give her some," I gestured to Josh's pipe. "Fat fucking bitch earned it. Man, he slam-fucked your fat ass, didn't he, Hil?" I talked to our victim for the first time in well over an hour. "How did that feel, that nigger fucking your fat ass like that? Did you cum?" Hillary just kind of sobbed as Josh yanked her head up. "She asked you a fucking question, bitch," Josh yelled at her. "What? You still too good to talk to ronni?" "Did you cum?" I repeated. "No," she sobbed. "No, I didn't cum, you fucking bitch!" she wept. "You let those niggers rape me." "Can't rape the willing," I sneered. "You were the one who crawled back here with those niggers. You could have run." "Fuck you!" "Got your cherry busted by a couple niggers in the backseat of a car whoring for dope," I kept at her. "Bet your mommy told you all about 'saving yourself' for Mr. Right, huh ..? Bet you had all these little fucking fantasies about how beautiful it would be, huh, Hil ..? Never thought you'd be giving it up to two niggers for a bag of dope, did you ..? Shit, girl, they fucked you up good, didn't they ..? How did that fucking feel? How did it feel being trash?" "Shut the fuck up!" Hillary bawled. "Just shut up." "No, you shut up and suck on this," Josh put the pipe to her lips. "It'll make you feel better. Come on. Listen to Josh," he smiled and rubbed her fat ass. After all she'd been through, she was still under Josh's spell. She put her lips to the pipe and did exactly as he said, drawing the smoke into her lungs. "Hold it in," Josh instructed her. "Okay let it out. Take another hit …" he coached her through about six more hits until she was giggling like a schoolgirl despite her situation. When Josh resumed spanking her fat ass and feeding her his prick, the tears had stopped. As he slapped her ass, I took some more hits and admired the utter massiveness of Hillary's ass cheeks. Getting stoned, her plush, fleshy dimensions seemed even more grotesque and absurd, especially her ass. It was like the size of two, huge squishy watermelons put together. I had to touch that ass. I had to see Josh fuck that huge gross ass. I wet my fingers and started teasing her fat ass hole. She whimpered slightly. My cold fingers jabbed into her butt crack. "Fucking quit your whining," Josh hissed at her. "Ronni can do whatever the fuck she wants to. You got that?" Hillary let loose a stoned giggle and said something impossible to understand through Josh's throat jamming. "I'm getting her ass ready for you to fuck," I told Josh as I continued working and spreading apart her fat, fleshy ass cheeks. "I want to watch you fuck her big fat ass an then blow your wad right in her fat ugly face." I jabbed three fingers into Hillary's ass, and she squirmed around like a stuck piggy. "Her ass is so fucking gross, Joshy. Would you look at the size of her fucking ass? I want to see you fuck it with your hard pierced dick sooo bad." "You hear that, cow. I'm going to fuck your ass and ronni's going to watch me," Josh pulled up on her hair so that his cock almost came out of her mouth before he shoved it back down again … hard. She gagged, and he laughed, repeating the process three more times in a row, until she collapsed against his lap in a heap of giggles. "Her ass ready yet?" Josh asked me. I spread her massive cheeks apart and pressed my face into her ass crack and vibrated my lips into her asshole. Then I spit deep into her asshole, and I withdrew, watching my spit dribble out her hole. "Go ahead, Joshy. Her fat ass is all yours." "Come here, bitch," Josh dragged her around by her hair until she was on all fours, her huge ass resting against his shins. "Stick that fat ass up, bitch," he slapped her hard with one hand and held his pipe up to his mouth with the other. I undid my jeans and scooted them down my hips and thighs. "I said stick it up, and scoot back, just like you did for the nigger. Come on, bitch, find my cock with your fat ass. Back further, bitch. My cock's back here. How am I going to fuck your fat ass if you can't even find my cock." She tried to reach underneath and grab his dick with her hands so she could guide it to her asshole. But Josh slapped away her hands. "I watched you fuck that nigger, you fat bitch," he slapped her ass again. "You didn't use your hands on him. You backed up right on his cock, just like he fucking told you. Maybe you liked fucking his nigger cock more than me, huh ..?" he punched her ass hard now. "Huh, Hillary, is that it? You wanted his nigger cock inside you more than you want mine? I thought you loved me, you fat bitch. You told me you loved me." "I do," she moaned, pressing her fat ass into Josh's crotch, desperately swishing her big butthole around trying to snare his cock. "I love you, Josh. I do …" "You ain't showing me that, Hillary," Josh scolded her. "Now get your ass on my cock before I go limp." She did her best to comply, bumping her ass against Josh's stomach while he spanked her flabby buttcheeks with his pierced cockhead. Cracking up, I reached over and jammed my pipe in her mouth. "Take a hit," I told her. She complied while Josh took a few more hits on his own pipe. Then he pressed the pipe back against her mouth. She didn't even hesitate before taking both pipes between her lips, and then taking three monster double-hits. I took my own pipe back and took a long drag, drifting deeper into the high. I rubbed my pierced tummy, found my clit and puss rings and started strumming real hard. I had left myself at the brink of a cum almost two hours ago, and I'd been on edge ever since. Now that I was getting stoned, the urge to cum was almost psychotic. I was going to jack myself off while I watched what I'd been wanting to see all evening -- Josh go totally ape-shit fucking this bitch's fat ass with his pierced prick. "That's it, bitch, right there," Josh told her when she finally managed to back up her asshole over his cockhead. "Now scoot that fat ass back and fuck my fuck in your asshole." "Please …" was all Hillary could manage to giggle while she slammed her massive butt backwards and Josh jabbed his pierced cockhead forwards. Josh is a mean ass fucker. Even I don't like it when he fucks my ass sometimes, especially with his piercings in. That's why he always takes them out with me now. Hillary wasn't so lucky, though. She was going to get the full treatment. Josh was about as gentle as a pitbull when he was ass fucking. I used to think he just didn't know how to do it, because he's nowhere near as brutal when he's in my pussy. But then one day it just occurred to me that Josh really got off on fucking chicks hard up the ass. Hillary was in for a nightmare ride. "How does that look, ronn?" he asked me as he butted his cock against Hillary's narrow hole. "Can you see? I'm stuffing it in her ass now." "No, her fat ass cheek's in the way," I answered. "Move your fat fucking ass around to the left so ronni can see me ram your ass," Josh slapped her on the left butt cheek, prompting her to swivel around. Now that she'd engulfed his prick, she was no longer freaking, and with the shit frying her brains she'd begun giggling again. "That good?" he asked me as she repositioned herself. "Can you see now?" "Yeah," I laughed. "Now ride that fat beast, cowboy." I took a deep hit off the pipe and pinched my clit hard. "Yee-fucking-hah!" Josh jabbed his pierced cock right into Hillary's pooper and grasped her ass cheeks. He raised his knees slightly and slammed downward, prying her fat ass open even further. "That's it, bitch," he jeered. "It's going right up your fat ass. What do you think of that?" He took a few more draws off his pipe then leaned over and shoved it in her mouth. She sucked hard on the pipe, and then collapsed slightly as he drove in harder and deeper, jarring her so hard her head hit the door again. Only now, instead of weeping, she was laughing hysterically. Josh was raping her fat ass, and she was laughing hysterically. I listened to him slam into her, imagining how his pierced cockhead must have felt in her fat ass … like a fucking cheese grater. Like I said, my ass had been on the other end of Josh's pierced prick before, and when he was slam-fucking your ass laughing was the furthest thing from your mind. Even when I was stoned, I just bit my tongue and took his ass-stretching like a bitch, playing with my clit and praying for him to finish quick. But this fat cow was laughing. She was fucking getting off on it. She really was a fucking freak. I felt the car shake all around us. I tugged my labe rings, diddled my puss and hit the sweet spot right above my clit, pressing it into my cunt bone and rubbing like crazy. I took another hit off my pipe, and then another. Time froze, and everything kind of just settled into this warm, fuzzy haze of pure fucking horny nirvana. Josh grabbed Hillary's ass cheeks in both hands, and used them to steer his cock back and forth, and up and down in her stretched-out asshole. He was fucking her so hard, the whole car was shaking. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was now drowning out the heater. "Come on, bitch, ride it …" he hissed. "Take that fucking cock up your fat ass! Do you love me, bitch?" he asked again. "Yes!" she groaned, and I suddenly noticed something. Hillary had her fingers jammed up under fat belly and into her crotch. She was playing with her puss while Josh fucked her ass. "Josh, look at her," I said. "She's playing with her fucking cunt while you fuck her fat ass. She's going to cum with your dick in her ass. Fuck her, Josh. Fuck that fat cow's ass." "Come on, bitch, cum for me. Make yourself cum," Josh hissed. "I love you, Josh," Hillary bawled, not even paying attention to what Josh or I was saying. "Oh, I love you." I burst out laughing. The shit I was smoking and my cum merged together in a huge rush that swept over me in a hot wave. "I love you, Joshy," I mocked Hillary. "Oooo, honey, I love you. Fuck my fat ass. I love you!" I was peeing my puss now, rolling around on the front seat of the car while Josh slammed Hillary's fat cow ass and she jacked her pussy off. I heard more groans, more slapping, more groans, and then Josh howling, "Fuck I'm cumming." The car shook, and I heard something slamming into the backdoor. I looked over the front seat and saw that Hillary's head was again banging into the side of the car. Josh pulled his cock out of her gaping asshole and squeezed it tight, cutting off the flow of cum behind his pierced cockhead. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up. At point blank range, he aimed his pisshole right in her eyes and uncorked a huge spurt of splooge all over her dazed face. "Suck all that cum up," he demanded, shoving his pierced prick between her gasping lips and firing jet after jet of cum deep into her throat. "Clean my prick off. Lick it," he barked orders, jamming his prick in and out of her mouth, and then rubbing it across her fat, smiling face. "Cum on, bitch. Clean all that cum off. I don't want one drop of cum in my fucking shorts." "Yes, Josh," she purred pathetically, licking his cock to a glistening shine. "I'm outta here," I giggled, scooting my jeans back on and reaching for the door. I staggered out into the cold night and headed for the coffee house's rear entrance. The warm air tingled the hair on my scalp as I pushed my way inside towards our table. Everyone was gone except for Manel. She sat there with a stupid look on her face. She looked like she'd been crying. "What's up, girlfriend?" I plopped down in the seat next to her. "Where is everyone?" "They went out over to .. Sean's?" she spoke the name uncertainly. "To …" "To get high," I nodded. "How come you didn't go with them?" "You told me to wait for you," Manel looked down at the table. "And you did?" I was totally surprised. "Sure," she smiled. "You want to go out in Josh's car and smoke a bowl?" I asked her. "Sure, okay," she still kept smiling at me. "Let's go then," I took her hand and led her out back. Josh and Hillary were still in the car partying when we came up to the door. I opened the door, and Manel and I crawled into the back of the station wagon with Josh and Hillary. Josh still had his cock out, and was jacking it off into Hillary's mouth. "Don't move," he kept whispering to her in between hits on his pipe. "Don't fucking move an inch." His cock was making this really cool wet-smacking sound as he stroked it fast inside her lips. Hillary was just lying there, perfectly still, like a fat statue, a big stupid grin on her face. I slapped the cow's huge flabby ass and pulled Manel over to me. As we kissed, Josh looked over at me and smiled. "Get us some more shit, okay ..?" I told him in between mouthfuls of Manels' hairy lips and tongue. He nodded and stopped pumping his dick into Hillary's mouth. "Just let it sit in your mouth," he commanded her. "Don't suck it, don't touch it, nothing. Just lie there perfectly still with my cock in your mouth," he ordered. "Ughh huhhh," she gurgled, her mouth stuffed with his pierced prick. "Good girl," he complimented her as he began packing a bowl. "Just like that." He finished packing the bowl while he watched me tear into Manel, the Indian princess. I had her pinned against the door panel on the driver's side. She had pretty much gone limp after our first deep kiss. Now she was just breathing shallow, and letting me do whatever I wanted to her. I knew her type - hot for puss, yet too freaked to say or do anything, even when it was jammed in their face. If she wanted to play like a little blow-up doll, that was fine by me. I'd have her crawling out of her skin and inhaling my puss in no time. I always did. "Let's see her tits, ronn," Josh took a long hit off the freshly-packed bowl and then passed it to me. I sucked off a little, put my mouth over Manel's, and then blew the smoke down her lungs. She retched a little, so I did the same thing again and again until she could take me blowing full force into her lungs without heaving. She really was a little blow-up doll. I yanked off her coat and tore at her sweater, mauling her tits in the process. I stuck the pipe in between her hairy lips then. She took a long drag while I lifted up her sweater and groped her firm little boobs through her blouse. The shit the black guys had sold us was particularly strong tonight, and like Hillary my little Indian princess had never had any kind of taste before. So a few tokes, and she was zooming in no time. I watched a stupid, stoned smile spread across her hairy face as she sucked on the pipe, and I knew she was wasted already. I pulled her arms one at a time through the sleeves on her sweater until it was bunched up around her neck. Then I went back to her blouse, biting at her buttons one at a time, and popping them off in my mouth. She watched me ruining her nice white blouse, but said nothing. She was too busy getting high and getting off on the feel of my hands as they molested her dark skin. Her blouse was completely open now. I lifted her back up and slid the white sleeves down her brown arms. She didn't shiver anymore when I touched her. In fact, she kind of curled into me and hugged me. I worked off the last of her blouse and started on her bra. "This what you wanted to see?" I asked Josh as I unsnapped Manel's bra, scooted the straps down her shoulders, and let it fall into her lap. "Nice and firm," I showed Josh, pinching her hard nipples. They looked like ripe black cherries in the darkness of the car. "These puppies would look positively darling with a two big rings right through the nips," I observed, tweaking each tit hard. "How does that sound, baby? We'll go and get you your nips pierced just like mine, huh ..? How'd you like that?" "Yes," she gasped slightly. I slapped my mouth on each nip and teased them with my tongue-stud. "She's got hair on her boobs," I informed Josh as I licked a soft patch of fur on her right tit. "Not like one or two hairs like I get, but a whole bunch of hair. Like a tit moustache or something. These little puppies are wild." "Cool," was all he said, feasting his eyes on my lez action. I was really intrigued by Manel's hairy body, especially her furry tits. The hair was thin and fine and seemed to everywhere. I licked around her tits to the underside, then moved over to her armpits and licked there. These she'd shaved, but they were stubbly, and I raked my tongue across the burrs causing her to fidget around beneath me. With one hand kneading her boobs, I snaked the other down her flat tummy to the top of her skirt. She lifted her ass up automatically. I slid the skirt down her waist, hips and thighs to her knees. I moved my hand back up to her tights while she kicked her legs and worked the skirt the rest of the way down her legs. With her ass still lifted, I had an easy time working the tights and panties down her sweaty brown legs. She was kicking off her shoes when the tights reached her knees, and together we managed to slide them down her legs and over her feet. Now I had her brown little hairy body bare-assed naked. She was sucking on the pipe like there was no tomorrow, and I knew I could do pretty much whatever I wanted to her. I kicked her legs apart and spread her thighs wide like a wishbone. Then I licked up her legs starting at her calves, rubbing my hands over her brown skin while she snorted on the pipe. I was a little disappointed that she shaved her legs. For some reason, the thought of her having hairy legs turned me on even more. "Don't shave your fucking legs anymore, okay," I whispered to her as I kissed her thighs. "I want them to be all furry when I fuck you next, okay ..?" "Okay," she gasped. "We're gonna get some nice tatts running all up your hairy legs, like Indian symbols and pictures and shit, you know. All those fucked up gods and goddesses fucking each other. How does that sound?" "Okay," she mumbled through her stoned, horny haze. "Then we're going to get that hairy puss pierced just like mine and nikki's and tams, and your hairy tits, too. And you're going to be my hairy little Indian thrasher bitch, okay ..?" "Okay," she smiled and sucked on the pipe. "That's beautiful, ronn," Josh whispered. "Make her fucking squirm." The wet-smacking popping sound started up again. I glanced up to see Josh had resumed using Hillary's fat face like a fuck hole, jacking his cock off into her mouth. The fat cow moved slightly and tried to get control over his pierced dick, but he slapped her hard on the ass. "No!" he snapped at her. "Perfectly still. You're mouth is just a fuck hole," he ranted. "That's all, you fat bitch. Your mouth is just a fuck hole for my cock to cum in. Got it?" She nodded in agreement. He smacked her lard ass again, and she winced. "I said 'Perfectly still'," he hissed again. "I don't think she understands you, Joshy," I giggled. "Slap her fat ass again and teach her." Hillary cringed as she saw Josh raise his hand yet again. Even through her monster high, Josh's abuse was sinking in past the numbness. She flinched even before the blow, moving her head again. He pounded her on the ass once, and then again, even harder. Her whole sweaty, blubbery body shook and jiggled after each blow. The rolls of fat wobbled and glistened in the scattered light filtering through the shadows. "So how do you like your fat bitch. Joshy?" I giggled, working my tongue-stud up Manel's left thigh. I hoisted up her legs behind her head so I could get at her ass. "Isn't she fun?" "Yeah," he slapped her ass again. "She's a fucking riot. How's your little geek fuck toy?" "I'm going to let you fuck this hairy pussy when I'm done," I told him, rubbing the thick bush of dark fur that engulfed Manel's slick snatch. "She's got as much hair down here as I have on my whole fucking head," I joked. "Don't you, baby?" I asked her, stabbing my tongue-stud deep into the forest of her pubes. "Yes," she gasped, taking the pipe out of her mouth after another monster hit. "Oh, yes," she repeated, thrashing her hips around and mashing her puss into my mouth as I feasted away at her labes. "You like that, bitch?" Josh sneered at her through the cramped darkness. "You like having ronni lez your hairy pussy?" "Yes," she whimpered, bucking around like crazy. I danced my tongue-stud all around her clit, teasing her love bump out of its hood until it stuck out like a little brown nose. She had a whopper of a clit, too, the biggest I'd ever seen in real life. Like something from one of the jpegs Nicky was always downloading from all the porno newsgroups. "Slap it," Josh groaned at me, still pumping his dick noisily into Hillary's fat cow mouth. "Slap her pussy so I can hear it." I reached my hand up and smacked Manel right on her swollen clitty. She jumped up so hard she hit her head on the roof of the wagon. She crumpled down in a daze, and I smacked her clit again, and again. She thrashed around after every blow, kicking her legs and trying to break free. But she was majorly wasted by now, and I'm a pretty strong little bitch when I'm horny, so I just held her there and kept smacking her puss - Hard. Josh started slapping Hillary's fat ass then, and the two of us traded blows one-for-one on our fuck toys. The beating was like a rhythm beneath the constant wet-smacking-popping sound of Josh's cock jacking off in Hillary's mouth. After about ten or fifteen smacks, Manel just quit fighting me. She slumped back against the door panel and took it. Her pussy was sopping wet and soaking everything underneath us. Her ass kept jerking up after every slap to her puss, and when I kissed her huge clit, she freaked. Before I could react, she wrapped her thighs tight around my head, squeezing so hard I thought she was going to crush my skull. Everything went silent, then, as her sweaty thighs closed around my ears. I was lost in a total vacuum. I twirled my tongue-stud in a series of geometric patterns across her clit - triangles, circles, squares, diamonds - and I could feel her hands grabbing my hair and pressing my face deeper into her steamy, hairy puss. When I felt her whole body start spazzing, I worked my tongue even faster. I pressed my nose hard against her puss, and with my tongue-stud I smashed her clit hard against her cunt bone. She jerked up hard, and I felt a thud. She must have hit her head on the roof of the wagon again. I was getting dizzier as her thighs clenched like a vise around my head. It felt like she was trying to crush my skull into pulp and then cram it up her puss. She jerked up again and then once more, hitting her head each time. Then she went totally limp, releasing my head from her thighs and letting me slide my face free. The sound of the night came rushing back into my ears. I could hear someone really groaning and swearing. It was Manel. Her face was bathed in sweat, and she was just moaning "Fuck" and "Yes" over and over again. I heard Josh's voice over the wet-smacking sound of his pumping dick. He was asking Manel how she liked having her puss lezzed out. He was calling her a rug munching lezbo geek, and she just kept saying "Yes" to everything he said. As I drifted back into reality, I began losing my top. My tits were free in a second, and I slapped them against Manel's gasping face. "I saw you looking at these before," I teased her, smothering her hairy brown face in my cleav. "So now's your chance, baby. Suck on 'em." She smiled up at me and devoured my right boob likeshe was breastfeeding. Being a chick, she pretty much knew what fely good on a pair of tits. She licked and sucked each nipple hard while I rubbed my pierced tummy across her sweaty brown body. "Bite down on my boob rings and yank on them," I told her. She did so gently. "No," I told her. "Harder. Bite down and yank on them, til you almost think you're going to tear my nips off." She tried again, a little harder. "Harder," I slapped my boob in her face, and she chomped down on my nip ring and tugged hard. "That's it. Even harder now, make it sting!" Finally after about five minutes of this, I pulled away from her, kicked off my doc martens, and began scooting off my jeans and panties. When I'm hot, I can get naked pretty much faster than anyone I know, even nikki porno. In a few seconds, I was saddling up on Manel's face and feeding her my pierced puss. Like I said, even though this was obviously her first lez fest, Manel was a chick, and chicks just kind of know what to do when there's a puss jammed in their face. It comes from all those years of playing with yourself at night. Granted, we all like it a little different, but there are certain moves that always feel good no matter whose puss it is. Besides, Manel had already seen me jacking off my puss earlier that night, so she pretty much knew where my hot spots were. She sunk her tongue in like a rugmuncher, then, as I mashed my puss against her face. "Stuff it in her mouth," Josh told me. "Make her eat that pussy til you cum in her fucking mouth." Guys can be such dweebs sometimes. Like I needed Josh to tell me what to do. I worked my crotch up her mouth and rolled my ass forward. Although I was digging the feel of her tongue against my clit and labe rings, I was really in the mood for something a little nastier. I now had my shit-hole planted right over her tongue, and she didn't even hesitate. She started rimming away like she'd been lezzing for years. I swiveled my hips around so she hit every nook and cranny. She somehow knew to alternate between long tongue stabs up my hole and licking around the flap of skin between my puss and ass. I'm real sensitive right there, and I started humping her face against my crotch. While she worked me, I began strumming my pierced puss - tugging on my labe rings and pinching my clit hard. "Eat me!" I hissed. "Come on, baby, eat that hot puss. Stuff your hairy face up there and lick my ass. Shit!" I started humping her face real hard, feeling a cum-quake rip through my pierced tummy and out my labes. As I started flooding, I rubbed my cunt up and down her hairy face, smearing it with my puss juice til it glistened. If she thought I was done, she was crazy. I was just getting warmed up. "Get over here and fuck her hairy puss, Josh," I told him. I turned completely around on her face so I was facing Josh as he crawled over. His pierced dick was raging and wagging like a dog's tale. As he sidled up to us, he leaned over, and we locked lips, swapping some serious spit and bumping tongue-studs. "I can still taste her hairy cunt on you," he told me. "Hump her face hard while I fuck her." "Spread her legs," I told him. "I want to see when you stick her." I kept rubbing my puss and ass up and down Manel's hairy face. She was absolutely devouring me now, tugging at my labe rings with her teeth and stretching my puss out til it stung. "You a virgin?" Josh asked Manel as he split her thighs wide and prepared to mount her. "Yes," she groaned between mouthfuls of my puss and ass. "This is going to hurt, especially 'cause my dick is pierced," he warned her, pressing his pierced, swollen cockhead against her slick labes and stabbing slowly into her puss. "Fuck!" she howled as I slammed my crotch back and forth, and up and down against her face. She started thrashing around, just like she did when I lezzed her puss. With my weight on top of her and Josh's strong grip, we kept her pressed down and under control. "No," she whimpered softly, Josh's sharp cock cutting through the stoned haze in her brain. "Fuck .. no .. stop ..fuck .. it hurts." "Fuck her cunt, Joshy," I drowned out her cries. "Jam that hot hairy puss with your pierced cock. Rip her cunt off!" He gritted his teeth and rammed into her puss. We kissed and knocked our tongue-studs together. He looped his pinkies through my nip rings and yanked them hard. I mashed my puss so hard into Manel's mouth I thought I might crush her. She jammed her tongue hard against puss rings and drove them up into my cunt bone. I rode her face like a cowgirl, and looked down to see Josh's pierced cockhead slice in and out of her hairy puss. Her cunt was so wet and slick, he could almost withdraw his entire cock after each backstroke before her hairy snatch sucked him back in again. With each backstroke, the length of his shaft appeared darker and bloodier. His pierced cock had shredded her virgin pink - not only popping her cherry, but scraping her tender cunt walls as well. He fucked Manel's hairy pussy as savagely as he'd fucked Hillary's fat flabby asshole. It was a good thing Manel was so wasted, or she probably would have been fetal by now. "Pull out before you shoot," I gasped at him. "I want to taste your cum and her cherry." I trembled and pounded another cum out of my puss, driving down hard into Manel's face. She was bucking around like crazy, too. Her tummy tensed, and she went all spastic beneath us, biting so hard into my puss I thought maybe she'd drawn blood. This little Indian princess was one hot fuck toy. As I humped her face even faster, she rode Josh's slam-fuck like a porno star. I came again, drowning her face in more puss juice. Josh had already come a few times that night, and since he was stoned I knew he could probably fuck her tight, hairy box all night. I looked over to Hillary. She was just lying in a heap, sucking a pipe, and playing with her fat cunt. "Get over here," I told her. She crawled over like a zombie. "Stick your right hand under him and play with his balls. Then take your other hand and play with her pussy while he fucks her. Don't touch his cock, though, just his balls and her pussy." Hillary obeyed me. I thrashed out another cum as I watched the fat cow play with Josh and Manel. Manel reacted to Hillary's touch like a psycho. She came again as Josh pounded and pounded away inside her slot. "Tug his scrote rings," I told Hillary, "and rake your fingernails across his balls. Hard. He likes it hard. Dig your nails in and yank his scrote rings. Harder!" I barked. I wanted Josh to cum so fucking bad. We needed to get Hillary and Manel home before Mrs. Wukowski called the fucking cops and they found us in the Magic Beans parking lot fucking the two geeks. Hillary was working Josh's nuts like crazy, and he was tensing up. Even with three cums behind him, Josh still can't take it when you manhandle his balls. It makes him cum every fucking time, and now was no different. His eyes got all crazy and glaring, and he snapped his head back moaning. "Fuck!" he started hissing. "Fuck I'm going to fucking cum." "Pull it the fuck out, Joshy," I ordered. "Don't you dare fucking cum in that pussy," I barked as I pulled off Manel's face, bent down and jerked Josh's dick out of her wet, hairy pussy. While he freaked, I sucked his blood-streaked cock into my mouth. I licked up Manel's cherry juice while Josh's hot spurts exploded against the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue-stud around his pierced cockhead just the way he loved. He smashed his cock deeper into my throat, firing another two spurts. When I had his whole load, I pulled out his prick and grabbed Hillary by the hair. "Now you can clean off your boyfriend's prick," I commanded her. "Just like a good little girlfriend does after her man's just fucked some fresh pussy." She obeyed me and began washing Josh's pierced prick off with her tongue. He fucked her mouth hard as she worked, jabbing his cockhead into her nose and eyes. She didn't flinch, though, and like a good fat bitch she tried to get every last bit of cum, blood and puss juice off his shaft and knob. I nestled up next to Manel, and we kissed for a minute before I pulled up. "We've got to get you bitches home," I told them. "Now get your fucking clothes on. We're already late." And that's the end of part 3 of my ongoing saga. If you want to know what happened in the car with nikki and Cheryl and the two black guys, and what happened over at Sean's with nikki, Cheryl, Mikey, tam-tams and Nicky let me know. Nikki filled me in, and it's hot. Then there's also the matter of nikk, tams and I fucking the hermans for $ at the shopping mall, plus some other adventures along the way. oodles of toodles,