From: ronni_b@myremarq.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Thrasher Girls V - "Hermans"
Date: Fri, 09 Jul 1999 17:14:39 GMT



                                Thrasher Girls V
                                     "Hermans"


	This was definitely something new for me.  Usually when I'm
scoping guys I'm looking for hotties -- you know, ripped bods, cool
hair or a rad razor cut, maybe an imperial beneath the lower lip or a
goatee, the necessary tatts or pierces, tie-dye and bags if they're
slacking or thrashing, leather and docs if they're bitch serious.  The
guy has to LOOK like he's packing some heat, too, or be seriously
twisted if he isn't.  I can practically look into their eyes and KNOW
if they're going to go godzilla on me or scooby-doo.  
 	When I start scoping, nikki porno calls it my "lay-dar," and
she swears I have the best around - even better than her.  If I say a
guy's going to be monster, he ALWAYS is, even if he doesn't LOOK that
way on the outside.  You see, nikki tends to set her sites on the
surface - how the guy LOOKS -- while I go deeper, into attitude and
they way they move.  
 	Some guys are like sleek cats - cheetahs or panthers or
jaguars.  Others are bigger, more predatory, like lions of tigers.
Then there are the dog boys - beagles, dobermans, rotties - or horses,
bulls, elephants, monkeys, apes, dolphins.  I classify guys like
animals all the time.  A thoroughbred is going to slam you a lot
different than german shepherd, or a goat.  Not better, but different.
	I don't know when I started looking at guys like this.  I just
do it all the time now, like when I'm fucking a guy I'll sometimes
turn him into an animal in my mind, whatever type he is to me.  Maybe
that's why I find beasty pics so hot, because those women are really
DOING animals, not just imagining they are.  I read a book on Native
American mythology where they talked about spirit guides and different
totems that take the shape of animals.  Everybody is supposed to have
one, like a guardian angel or something.  So maybe what I'm seeing is
a guy's spirit guide superimposed on his body or something.
	All I know is that it's weird, but it works.  I can tell how
monster a guy is going to fuck just by his eyes and the way he moves.
Some guys will rape your pupils when you lock eyes with them, or
literally fuck the air with every motion, like when they light a
cigarette or especially when they dance.  They have a certain
awareness of their bodies that they just kick off naturally into the
world.  It's kind of like a visual scent, and I can somehow pick up on
it.
	None of this metaphysical shit is doing me any good right now,
though.
	Nikki and I are right where you left us - in the mall food
court, scoping the hermans, trying to decide which of these losers we
should hustle.  I'm looking at these old farts and nothing is
registering on my lay-dar, though.  In my mind's eye, they are all
basset hounds, or walruses or catfish.  Their gazes are stagnant, like
gutter water, and their bodies slosh through air.  They are tired and
pissed off and dying.  When we catch their glances, they look through
us like we're ghosts, or they're ghosts.  There is some kind of
reality wall between us and the oldies.  I never really noticed it
before today.  It's like something out of  Star Trek, where we can
both see each other, yet we exist on two different planes of space and
can never touch.
	"This is creeping me out, nikk," I tell nikki p.  She is kind
of freaking, too, because we've been hanging so long.  Nikk is not a
watcher, she's a doer.  She throws herself right into the hurricane
when she wants to get through it.  I'm always looking to get in
through the eye of the storm.  "It's like we're in the land of the
dead or something," I finish my thought, not knowing if she's even
listening to me.
	"Let's just pick someone and get it over with, okay ..?" nikki
snaps at me.  "That guy over there."  She points to a herman who's
about 70 or so, sitting at a table by himself reading the newspaper.
I put on my glasses and squint to see what section he's reading.
There's a lot of small type, so I guess it must be stocks.  He's
wearing a shiny blue and white warm-up suit, tennis shoes and a
baseball cap.  Under the ball cap are headphones connected to a
Walkman.  He's smiling while he reads, so he's obviously listening to
the radio or a tape.  I notice his winter coat draped over the chair
across from him.  It matches the sweats, which means he bought the
whole thing as a set, the way oldies do.
	"He looks like he's got cash," I observe.  "He's reading the
stocks and he's dressed nice.  Those are expensive sweats, definitely
NOT WalMart.  He looks like he's in shape, too, for an oldie.  I don't
know, though.  He looks REAL Republican, you know, like he's probably
listening to Rush Limbaugh on that Walkman or something.  He looks
like he might freak or something if we started hustling him."
	"Then who then?" nikki asks me for the twentieth time since we
started scoping.  "You've been dogging every single herman in here for
some reason or another.  It's like I'm sitting here with fucking tam-
tams or something.  Since when did you go puss-ass on me anyway?"
	"Listen, we aren't jerking off boys at some fucking rave, okay
..?" I snap back.  I'm getting impatient now, too, and a little
anxious to just call this whole thing quits and go home.  I got
suspended today.  Somewhere down the road I'm going to have to face
the music, and it might as well be sooner or later.   "We can't just
walk over, grab their dicks and start slamming them."
	"Why the fuck not?" nikki laughs, gets up, and starts over
towards Mr. Stock Page.  "I say we do this shit now and fuck what
happens next."
	She gets about twenty feet from the table before I realize she
isn't fucking around.  We're going LIVE right now.  I stash my glasses
and hit her heels.  "This is fucking crazy, you know," I remind her.
	"Oh yeah," she giggles.  "Feels great, doesn't it ..?"
	I can't help but nod.  We're up to the herman's table in
another few seconds.  He looks up before nikki even speaks.
	"Heya," nikki announces her presence by flopping into the
chair next to him.  "How you doing today?"
	"O .. kayyy," he drawls.  He is taken off-guard, and when he
sees me sitting down in the chair with his jacket he gets kind of
nervous.  "Can I help you gals?" he asks, keeping his eye on his
winter coat.  He obviously thinks I'm going to steal it, like I'm some
girl-gangstah and he's holding a Raiders starter jacket or something.
	"Yeah, you can help us," nikki smiles at him.  With her
sunners, floppy hat and flannel she looks like a cross between Pam
Anderson and Jewel on a grunge binge.  A lot of the color is back in
her face by now, and the hangover from last night is fading.  She
still smells a little funky, though, like day-old fuck.  In a way,
that's kind of hot now, too, considering the old herman sitting there
can obviously smell it to.  He's been around awhile, so I'm sure he
knows what he's smelling.  "We were watching you," nikki touches his
hand, and his eyes pop out of his skull. "You look kind of cool, so we
thought we'd come over and shoot the shit.  Is that all right?"
	"What do you want?" he isn't buying the sunshine act for a
minute.  This is one seriously paranoid old herman.  I am getting bad
vibes like ambulance sirens flashing in my brain.  He is looking right
at me and his precious winter coat.  Suddenly I start cracking up.
This whole scene is so totally fucked up.
	"We want to fuck your brains out," I laugh.  "You ever fuck
two fifteen-year-old girls?" I try to stop laughing and get serious,
but it's hard.
	"Is this some kind of joke?" he gets all pricky, and looks
around, like he's trying to find a cop.
	"No joke, baby," nikki snakes her hand under the table, and he
pops right up in his chair, like a jack-in-the-box.  "You heard her.
We want to fuck your brains out.  Oooo," she giggles like a porno slut
acting all school-girl, "what's that in there?"
	"Uhh," he grunts and shimmies in his chair, like he's trying
to slither out of his skin.  I've got his animal pegged now.  He's a
snake, must be a retired lawyer or politician or something.  I like
fucking snakes.  They always have a lot tricks up their sleeves.
	"I'm hungry," I catch his rolling eyes and smile.  I stick my
tongue against the inside of my cheek, open my mouth into an 'O', cup
my hand, and begin stoking an imaginary dick into my lips.  I fuck my
tongue back and forth against my cheek and it pops in and out.  He is
absolutely fucking hypnotized.  "You look hungry, too.  Maybe you'd
like to BUY us all lunch?"
	"I .. uh .." he stutters.
	"Yeah," nikki picks up the game.  "I'm reeaallly hungry, too."
She is total porno brat now.  "I want to eat right now."  Her shoulder
is swiveling, so I can tell she's jacking his dick under the table.
"Let's go somewhere and get some lunch, okay ..?"
	"What are you girls talking about?" he gasps, still not
believing what's happening.
	"You got someplace we can go for LUNCH?" I ask.  "'Cause if
you don't, we'll go find someone else who's hungry."
	"Are you girls talking about what I think you're talking
about?" he asks, still stupefied.
	"You got $100 a piece, and you can have lunch with us," nikki
breathes in his face, pouring her entire nikki porno presence into his
tiny, pea-sized herman mind.  "How does that sound?"
	"You girls are .. prostitutes ..?" he whispers slowly.
	"We're just hungry and horny," I reply.  "You want to join us
for lunch, or not.  Let us know now."
	"I .. Let me .. I can get some money out of the bank machine,"
he finally tells us.  "I don't have $200 on me right at the moment."
	"Okay," nikki says.  "There's a machine out by the doorway."
She points to the exit of the food court.  "Let's go."  She stands up,
still holding his dick for insurance.  He gets up slowly, in a daze,
and she pats his crotch like he's a good doggie - *good herman, good
boy ...*  I get behind him as he puts on his coat and they start
walking out.  We all cross the food court together, and Nikk is still
holding his cock as they walk, right in front of anyone who is
bothering to notice.
	"Two hundred?" he asks again as he go through the first set of
doors and enter the alcove.
	"An extra $50 a piece if you want to fuck our asses," nikki
adds.  "You ever fuck a 15-year-old's ass before?"
	"N..no .." he stutters.  He is being honest.  That is sooo
sweet.  "D..do you girls do .. you know?" he was actually shaking.
Like I said -- soooo sweet.
	"Lez?" I ask him, wrapping my arms around nikki porno and
licking the back of her neck.
	He nods, not even able to say the words.  I never realized a
herman could be soooo fucking cute.
	"Maybe," I laugh.  "You got another $50 a piece for that?"  I
don't know where the hustle comes from.  It just pops in brain and out
my mouth, like it's natural or something for me to be wheeling and
dealing sex with a herman.
	"Okay," he tries to stop shaking and clear his head.  "What's
this going to cost me .. I mean everything?" he asks.
	"$200 a piece gets you whatever you want for an hour," nikki
tells him.
	"And that's a full hour?" he asks nervously.  "I mean we can
do it a couple of times …"
	"You cum pretty quick, huh?" nikki smiles at him and pats his
crotch.  He kind of nods.  "Hey, that's cool.  We'll let you cum
twice.  You think you can cum any more than that, it'll be $50 more."
	"Why don't I just give you $250 a piece?" he offers.  "How
does that sound.  $250 a piece and anything goes, okay ..?  As many
times as I can."
	Nikki looks at me, and I nod.  I mean that's $500 fucking
bucks we've talked this old guy up to.  I can live with that shit.
	"One hour," nikki repeats.  
 	As he puts his card in the machine, she rubs his ass.  "Shit,"
he curses when the machine makes a bad beeping noise.  His hands are
shaking so much, he can't enter in his PIN number.
	"You need help with that?' nikki laughs.
	"I'll get it," he chokes, furiously pounding the buttons.
This time the machine makes a nice beep, and a few seconds later the
metal door yawns open and a whole pile of twenties slides into view.
	"Cool," nikki says as he scoops the money up and puts it in
his coat pocket.  He zips up the pocket right away, and heads for the
door real quick.  He's still thinking we're trying to rip him off or
something.  Not that we couldn't have.  But why should we?  I mean me
and nikk are horny, and there is something about the thought of
fucking this old herman that is getting me seriously wet.
	I've never fucked an old fart before.  Up until now, the
oldest guy I've banged was maybe thirty-five.  It was when I was
thirteen, and it was ...  Wait a minute, that's another story.  Right
now we're following this 70-year-old herman out to his car.
  	It is fucking cold, like the fucking North fucking Pole, as we
cross the parking lot.  Luckily, he's parked in a spot close to the
door.  He has a big Chrysler, a real old herman's car.  He opens the
door with a pocket car alarm, and the buzzer squawks.  He is shaking,
and it isn't all just the bone-chilling cold.  "You know," he says as
he fumbles with opening the passenger doors.  "You never told me your
names."
	"I'm Cherry," nikki does a real porno-brat voice.
	"I'm Candy," I pick up on the gag.
	"Don't you want to know my name?" he asks as he goes over to
the driver's side.
	"We know your name," I tell him as I slide into the front seat
before nikki can.  I see all sorts of power buttons on the dash and
door.  I like to play with power buttons in cars.  "It's herman," I
tell him.
	"My name isn't herman," he laughs, getting inside next to me.
	"It is to us," nikki catches on with my joke as she slides
into the backseat and closes the door.  "I mean do you really think we
should know your REAL name?"
	"Maybe you're right," he thinks about that for a second.  "I
guess that wouldn't be smart."
	"So we'll just call you herman," I tell him.
	"Or Mr. Herman if you want," nikki adds, and I almost crack
up.
	"I really don't like the name Herm ..." he starts.
	"Can I take out your cock and suck on it now, Mr. Herman," I
cut him off with best my porno-schoolgirl voice.  "I want to see your
cock, Mr. Herman.  Don't you want to see Mr. Herman's cock, Cherry?" I
ask nikki.
	"Yeah, Mr. Herman," nikki reaches over from the backseat and
tickles his neck.  "Come on, show us your cock.  I've never seen an
old guy's cock before.  I bet it looks cool."  She sticks her head
over the seat so that she's peering over his shoulder at his crotch.
"Take his cock out, Candy," she tells me.  "Let's see Mr. Herman's
cock."
	"It feels kind of big," I get all girlie on him.  "Do you have
a big cock, Mr. Herman?" I ask him as pull down his shiny sweats.  He
scoots his ass off the front seat and lets me work the waistband down
his hips.  Everyone in the car is breathing steam, and it is freezing
so bad our teeth are all chattering.  He puts the key in the ignition
as I roll his sweats down to his thighs.  "Oooo, Cherry," I squeal
when I see the outline of his prick in his boxers.  "Look!  Do you see
his cock?"
	"Yeah, cool," nikki gushes like she's never seen a cock in her
life before.
	He gasps when I stroke his bulge, and then he revs up the
engine.  His cock is hard and stretches sideways in his shorts.  It's
probably five inches, maybe five-and-a-half.  There's also a wet spot
leaking through to the outside of his boxers, right at the tip of his
prick.  "Did you cum already, Mr. Herman?" I scold him while I pull
down his boxers.
  	He nods slowly.  His eyes are closed and his breathing is
getting real shallow.  
 	"Look, Cherry.  Mr. Herman already came," I giggle.  "No
wonder he was all worried before about how many times he could cum.
He already came in his pants before.  When did you shoot your load,
Mr. Herman?" I ask him.  "Did you go sploogie when Cherry was jacking
you off at the table?"
	"Y..yes," he stammers.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to ..."
	"That is sooooo cute,"  I nuzzle up to him and stick my tongue
in his ear.  "Isn't he just so cute, Cherry?  I just want to eat him
all up!"
	"Take his dick out!" nikki pouts.  "I want to see his dick.
Mr. Herman, tell Candy to take out your dick so I can see it."
	"Yeah, Mr. Herman," I pick up on her game.  "Tell me to take
your dick out and show it to Cherry.  I'm not going to take it out
unless you tell me to," I tease.
	"Take my dick out and show it to her," he barely whispers.
	"You can open your eyes, Mr. Herman," I laugh, snaking his
hard, slimy cock out of his shorts.  "Don't you want to watch me suck
your cock?  Most guys like that .. a lot."
	He opens his eyes and stares down at me fishing out his prick
and french-kissing the piss hole.  His cock isn't like one I've ever
seen before.  It has a big scar running down the shaft, and even
though it's hard the skin sags around it, like maybe it was once six
or seven inches and now it's shrunk and only the skin is left.  All
this loose skin fascinates me, and I keep stretching it over his hard
cock, almost pulling it out two inches past his cockhead.
	"Oh, shit," he groans over the car's heater, which is pumping
out heat on high.
	With my other hand, I start playing with the radio.  "Do you
mind?" I ask him when the radio crackles over 107.9 "TheHole" and
"Deranged" by My Three Scum slices through the speakers.
	"No," he kind of whimpers.  "Whatever you girls want to listen
to."
  	"This'll be cool to suck to," I lean over and nip at the bunch
of loose cock skin I've pulled up like a hood over his cock-head.  As
I get eyeball to pisshole with his prick, I notice his pubic hair for
the first time.  It's all gray, just like the hair on his head, and
his scrote is big and floppy, like a tiny laundry bag with only two
rolled-up socks inside.
	"Wow!" nikki gasps.  "That's like the freakiest cock I've ever
seen.  It is so cooool," she quickly adds when she sees his face
droop.  
 	"You gotta feel this, Cherry," I tell her as I begin jacking
it off in my hands.  "It feels so cool in my hands, like you could
pull on it forever."
	"Here," nikki takes it from me and pulls on it herself.
"Yeah, that does feel cool.  It doesn't feel like any other cock I've
ever played with."
	"You girls have seen a lot of cocks, then,  I take it," he
moans as nikki continues pumping.
 	"You could say that," I giggle, sliding down on the front seat
so my tongue can get a clear shot at licking his balls.
	"Yeah," nikki laughs, "a lot of cocks, but not like this one.
What's this scar from anyway?" she asks.  "It looks cool."
	"That was from prostate surgery," he grunts when I finally get
one of his nuts in my mouth and suck on it hard.  It feels like a big
lima bean against my tongue.  "Shit!" he yelps when he feels my
tongue-stud start running down his scrote to his asshole.  "Christ ..
shit," he keeps groaning, squirming like a snake trying to slither out
of its skin.
	"Am I a good ball licker, Mr. Herman?" I ask him, raking my
tongue-stud back up his scrote and pressing it deep into the wrinkly
folds until I spear one of his nuts.  "Guys tell me I'm a real good
ball licker."
	"Yes," he whispers.  "Christ yes."
	"I like sucking guys' balls," I continue, rolling one ball and
then the other over my tongue like jawbreakers.  "I've sucked a lot of
balls, Mr. Herman, but you have like the coolest balls I've ever
sucked.  Do you know that, Mr. Herman?"
	"Shit, that feels so good," he grunted, his eyes darting back
from my sucking mouth to nikki's pumping hands, trying to keep up with
both of us.  "I've .. I've never felt anything like that in my life.
Shit that feels so good.  How the hell do you do that?"
	"Practice," I tease him, slurping his scrote and making him
shudder all down his body.  I can feel every muscle in his body
twitching, too.  Not like guys my age whose bods always feel so
powerful when they're in your mouth.  It wasn't like this old guy was
feeding me himself; it was like I was eating him alive.  "Lots of
practice," I worm my hand up under his butt and stick my finger in his
asshole.  He jerks up so hard he hits his head on the roof of the car.
	"Shit!" he curses.
	"Jesus, Mr. Herman," nikki giggles.  "Don't go killing
yourself.  We still gotta fuck you."
	"Oh, shit .. oh shit," he just keeps babbling as I suck more
scrote and dig my finger deeper up his ass.  His butt cheeks clench
and unclench around my finger, like he can't make up his mind whether
he wants me to stick it in deeper or pull out.  Maybe he's never had a
girl stick her finger up his ass before.  Imagine that.  He's like in
his 70s, and he's never had a girl diddle his hole while she sucks his
scrote.  
	I don't know why, but that kind of makes me feel funny in way
- sad for him, but happy, too, that I can make him feel so good before
he dies.  Then I think of him and his life and what's left of it.  He
is so alive right now in my mouth, this old herman wriggling around
like a snake in my grasp, but he'll be dead soon.  I'll be going
through high school, college probably, then getting a job and living a
whole life, and he'll be long gone by then.  It makes me feel weird,
like my mouth on his cock is the only thing keeping him alive, and if
I stop sucking he'll stop breathing, too.  I can't describe it any
more than that, but I am starting to seriously freak.   
 	"Let go of his cock, Cherry," I snap at nikki, and she backs
off with a real surprised look.  "I want to deep throat him while the
song is still going," I quickly explain.  "You know I love this
song.".
	"How old are you girls again?" he asks.
	"Fifteen," nikki chirps.  "You like that, Mr. Herman?  You
like getting sucked off by a hot fifteen-year-old slut?"
	"Shit," he whines when my lips make a seal over his cock-head
and start working down the bulb real slow.  I slap my tongue against
the ridge between his cock-head and his dick shaft.  Then the tip of
my tongue grazes his scar, and I trace my tongue-stud down the entire
length of the incision, fascinated by the roughness.  He tastes like
some kind of medicine or something, like the stuff my mom rubs on
herself when she gets aching joints.  The smell is everyone on him.
"Shit!" he yelps again when I inhale his shaft and begin bobbing my
head up and down.
	"Put your hands in her hair," nikki tells him, taking his
hands and putting them on top my head.  "Then bounce her up and down
on your meat."  She starts him off, and in a few seconds she lets go
and he's on his own, pumping my mouth over his hard cock.  "She likes
that, see?" nikki giggles and starts kissing him.  
 	He cranes his head back, and their tongues are darting in and
out of each other's mouths.  His whole body is wheezing, and I can
feel his heart pounding through his entire body, the vibrations
pulsing out of his cock and reverberating against my tongue.  
 	"Come on, Candy," she rubs my hair and pulls it a little.
"Suck it, bitch," she yanks my hair harder, and I wince a little.  I'm
used to nikki playing rough when she gets worked up.  After what we'd
been through earlier today, I knew she was worked up, and when she's
worked up she pretty much does whatever she wants to blow off steam.
"God you look so sexy fucking her 15-year-old mouth, Mr. Herman" she
kisses him again, giving him her tongue to suck on.  "Come on, she
wants more cock," she takes his hands, forcing him to press down on my
head hard.  "Jam that fucking cock down her throat!"  Unable to resist
nikki porno, he stabs his cock up into my throat, and I gag a little,
trying to jerk up.  But nikki porno makes him hold down my head right
there.  "Count to ten .. real slow," she tells him.
	"I .. I'm choking her," he whines.
	"She can fucking take it," nikki presses my head down even
harder on his cock.  I start gagging again, my eyes watering and snot
starts running out my nose.  "Can't you, Candy?" nikki teases me,
petting my hair.
	I try to nod to get the old fart to start counting.  I'm sure
nikki's not going to hurt me really, but I'm choking on the guy's
dick.  And when nikki porno gets something in her mind and she's
horny, she doesn't let it go.  I try nodding even harder so he gets
the idea.
	"Ten .. nine .. eight," he begins.  "Seven .. six .. five," I
count down in my mind with him, his cock-head wedged in my windpipe
like an ice-cube that isn't melting.  "Four .. three .. two .. one
.."
	"Fuck!" I hiss, finally coming up for air.  I lick the spit
off my lips, and it drools down his shiny cock, making a puddle in his
gray pubes.
	"How did that feel, fucking the back of her throat?" nikki
asks.  "I bet that felt real good, choking her with your cock, huh,
Mr. Herman?"
	"Oh, shit  ..." he gasps, rubbing his hands all through my
hair and pressing my mouth back down around his cock.  I take one more
quick breath before I take another gulp of his cock.  He doesn't need
nikki's hands to force him any more.  He was getting off on my deep
throat, and now he wants more, deeper, harder.  "Oh, that feels so
good," he gasps.  "I can't believe how good that feels."  He holds my
head down, his cock-head stuffed back in my throat, and he holds it
there, then jams it down even harder for a few seconds until I start
getting dizzy.
	I try to push up, but the old fart is stronger than he looks.
I kind of punch him on the thighs with my hands, and he gets the hint.
He pulls my head up slow, by my hair, taking his sweet fucking time so
he can feel every inch of his cock slither out of my mouth.
Meanwhile, I'm sucking in air like I'm drowning on the Titanic.
The last chords of "Deranged" pound through my head with the oxygen
I'm sucking into my lungs.  I nuzzle up to the herman's cock and lick
it all along the scar again.  
 	I look up into his eyes, and he's crying .. he's actually
crying.  His face is all weirded out, with a kind of sick smile
twisting across his lips.
	"You got somewhere we can go?" nikki asks him.  "I want to
fuck you, stud."
	"Yeah," he pets my head, and holds me down gently to his cock,
which tells me he wants me to keep licking and sucking, like he never
wants me to stop.  He puts the car in gear, and backs out.  I feel
every bump in the parking lot vibrate up through the tip of his dick
as I suck it back into my mouth.  "Oh, shit," he grabs my hair and
pushes his dick right back into my throat.  His whole body is
twitching.  He's lifting his butt off the seat and jamming his dick up
into my throat.  "Shit!" he says again, and his cock starts pulsing.  
 	I know the feeling anywhere.  He's going to cum, and he wants
to spray his load down my throat, make me drink him.  I jab my finger
back up his asshole and milk his flabby scrote with my other hand.
His cock jerks back in my mouth and the a warm flood of splooge just
oozes out.  It doesn't spurt like with other guys I've sucked off.  It
just pours out.  It tastes real salty, too, saltier than any cum of
eaten before.  I swallow everything I can, and let the last little bit
dribble down my lips.
	I raise my head and he lets me go, his dick just throbbing in
his lap.  I stroke the loose skin some more and feel it go soft.  I
look up over the seat and niki porno is smiling at me.  I roll up my
tongue and stick it out with a big puddle of his sperm dripping off
the end.  Nikki leans over and kisses me, and I snowball the herman's
splooge into her slutty mouth.  He watches us and almost hits an
oncoming car before we swerve.  Nikk and I don't miss a beat, swapping
our spit and his salty old man cum between our pierced tongues.
	"Christ, you girls are like something out of a dirty movie,"
he gasps.
	"Where you taking us, Mr. Herman?" nikki asks, sticking her
cum-covered tongue in his ear.
	"We going to your house?" I ask.
	"No," he shudders.  "We couldn't go there.  My wife's there."
	"So?" I reply.  "We'll fuck her, too, won't we Cherry ..?  No
extra charge."
	"I .. " he shakes his head and laughs.  "No.  You have no idea
what she's like."
	"Does she suck your cock?" I ask.  "I mean I always wonder if
old ladies suck dick.  I've seen pictures posted on newsgroups like
that, but I think that's just pornos, you know."
	"Believe me, my wife doesn't suck cock," he laughs again, only
he doesn't sound amused.
	"But she used to, right?" I ask.
	"No," he shakes his head again, and he sounds a little pissed
now.  "Back when .. you see," he stops.  "Girls from my era, they ..
Blow jobs just weren't done," he finally blurts out.  "Only
prostitutes performed oral sex.  It was like that up until the 60s, I
think, which was already way too late for us.  We just fucked.  That's
all I've done for the last 50 years, just fuck, and I haven't done
that in over a year.  Th last blow job I had was .. it must have been
back when I was in the Army.  I was in Guam.  I got some blow jobs
back then.  But not like that," he adds.  "Certainly not like that."
	"Then I sucked your cock good?" I ask him, already knowing the
answer.  For some reason, though, I always like to hear guys say it,
this time especially.  I mean the guy hasn't gotten a hummer in like
50 years.  I hope mine was worth the wait.
	"You sucked my cock incredibly," he whispers.  "I never felt
anything like that in my life."
	"I suck cock even better than Candy," nikki sticks her
sploogey tongue out at me.  "You'll see.  I'll lick out your asshole,
too.  How does that sound, Mr. Herman?  Ever have your asshole
rimmed?"
	"N..no," he stammers.  "No, I haven't."
	"Jesus," nikki pats him playfully on the shoulders.  "Hurry up
and park somewhere so we can fuck.  I am so fucking horny."
	"You girls really are fifteen?" he asks us.  "I mean I just
can't believe this.  I just can't goddam believe this.  It's like ..
it's impossible."
	"You look at girls our age a lot, don't ya, Mr. Herman?" nikki
asks.  "You sit there in the mall and think about fucking all the hot
young girls all the time, huh ..?"
	"Yes," he whispers.  "I know it's not right, but .. I .. I
know this is wrong.  What I'm doing, it's just wrong, it's just that I
..."
	"Fuck that!" I cut him off.  "You want to fuck us, we want to
fuck you.  You give us money.  We give you the monster fuck of your
life.  So who the fuck loses here?  Why is that wrong for fucking
anybody?"
	"You're both so young," he answers.  "What I'm doing here is
illegal.  I could go to jail."
	"But you won't," I tell him.  "You're just gonna fuck us.
You're just gonna fuck our fifteen-year-old asses."
	"This is so .. absolutely .. dirty .. perverted," he shakes
his head.
	"Yeah, ain't it fucking great," nikki licks his neck.
	"My sister lives here," he tells us as he pulls into the
driveway of a condo.  "She's down in Florida, and I feed her cat.  We
can be alone here."
	"Sure beats the hell out of fucking in a car," I giggle as I
begin pushing all the knobs on his dashboard.
	"Don't …" he starts.  "Ah, what the hell," he laughs as he
pulls into a parking space.
	Nikk and I pile out of the car while he puts his sweats back
on.  Then he gets out and walks kind of wobbly to the door.  He opens
it, and we ran inside ahead of him.  It's warm in there, and nikki
just starts peeling off her clothes.  The herman is just staring at
her, drooling when he sees her big tits, flat tummy, and all the tatts
and pierces everywhere.
	Nikki Porno is always stealing the show when we tag-team some
guy, but this time it's going to be different.  I peel off my jacket
and top and start playing with my tits, pinching my nips and getting
them hard like little cocktail wienies.
	Nikki flops on the couch, totally naked, spreads her legs and
starts rubbing her puss.  "You wanna see her eat me out, Mr. Herman?"
she asks him.
	"Uh .. yes," he stammers.
	"Drag your tits over here, bitch," nikki cackles, "and eat my
fucking puss, you slut."
	I walk over, stepping out of my shoes and sliding down my
jeans.  I leave my socks and panties on, and kneel down on the floor,
taking a whiff of last night's fuck which is still lingering on
nikki's puss.  She grabs my hair and smashes my face into her ripe
labes.  I dig my tongue-stud hard into her clit hood, and worm it
around until she's climbing up the back of the couch.
	"She eats your pussy well, doesn't she?" he asks nikki.
	"Yeah, she's my little rugmunching bitch-toy," nikki groans
when I don't let up on her clit.
	"You got any booze in here?" I pop my head up from nikk's
pussy and kiss her tummy.
	"I .. I think there's some, yes," he answers, making his way
towards a liquor cabinet.
	"You got Vodka?" nikki asks.  "We just want straight Vodka,
right out of the fucking bottle."
	"Absolut," he answers, taking out the large, clear bottle with
distinctive blue lettering.
	"Bring that shit over here and pour it in my puss," nikki
tells him.  "My little bitch here will drink it right out of my puss,
won't you, Candy ..?"
	"Fuck yeah," I snarl, tugging at nikki's nip rings and
growling like a doggie.  "Get that fucking bottle over here, herman.
I want to fucking party."
	"Here you go," he's standing over us in a second.  "Like
this?" he asks, splashing some Abs on nikki's cunt.
	"No, like this," nikk grabs the bottle, takes a helacious swig
and then pours like four shots worth into her puss.  "Come on, baby,
lap it up," she takes my hair and shoves my mouth into her puss.
	I suck the Abs out of her snatch, and she goes ape-shit.  The
hermn has his dick out of his sweats again, and in a few seconds he's
completely naked, too.
	"Kiss my ass," I tell him between mouthfuls of nikk's drenched
puss.  "Jam your tongue up my fifteen-year-old asshole, you fucking
old pervo."  He obeys immediately, sliding my panties aside and
burying his tongue up my butt crack.  "That's it, you sick old fuck,
lick my asshole.  Kiss my ass."
	"Shut up and eat me, bitch," nikki mashes my face back into
her cunt and showers her snatch with more Abs.  I haven't eaten all
day, so the vodka shoots directly to my head, and I'm swimming in the
buzz.
	"Tug on my labe rings while you rim my asshole, pervo," I
growl at the herman.  "That's it," I tell him when I feel the sharp,
pulling twinge of his fingers working my labe rings.  Obviously he's
not that clueless.  "Harder, you sick old fuck.  Now jam that tongue
of yours up my asshole."  
	He rams his tongue all the way into my ass hard, and it feels
like a snake wriggling into my hole.  Then he keeps tugging my labe
rings even harder, until I think he might tear my puss lips off.  It
feels so fucking good, and I am so fucking horny, I cum right there in
a flood.  It starts at my toes and shoots up my spine into my buzzing
brain like a dagger.  I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the
inside out, and I groan into nikk's puss, sucking even more Abs into
my brain. 
	"You hard yet, Mr. Herman?" nikk asked.  "'Cause when you are,
you gotta fuck me.  I wanna feel that hard old dick of your make my
fifteen-year-old pussy cum.  I'm about ready to cum," she whines.
"Cum on, fuck me .. please!"
	He slides up beside me, and I back off.  He aims his cock at
nikki's puss and slices into her.  She wraps her legs around him and
slams him inside her as deep as he'll go.  Then she humps the hell out
of him until I think she's going to give him a heart attack.  He pumps
away like a psycho inside her, sweat pouring down his old, flabby
body, and his knees wobbling.
	I crawl around behind him and stick my face up into his ass,
spearing my tongue up his butt crack and fucking my tongue-stud in and
out of his sphincter.  I love rimming guys.  I love the taste of their
assholes.  Even if they keep them real clean, there's still that
musky, earthy taste, and I love the feel of their hair around my
tongue when I jam up their ass-pipe.  It's like fur lining or
something, and sometimes there's a stray kernel of shit sticking a
clump of pubies together, and it's jammed up their butt like a pebble.
	This herman has a couple dry shit stones clogging his tunnel,
so I bite down on them with my teeth and rip them loose - pubes and
everything.  "Christ .. shit .. what the hell was that?" he cries out
after I tear out the first patch.
	"I'm cleaning your asshole out, you dirty old pervert," I bark
at him.  Then I take my hand, open it up and slap his meaty, old,
flabby ass hard while nikki thrashes him between her thighs.  "Didn't
anyone ever teach you how to wipe after you shit?" I slap him hard
again - once more, again, again - until big red welts burst out on his
pale white ass flab.
	"Oh  ..." he whimpers, collapsing into nikki as she slams him
into warp-drive.  I think I hear some bones in his back or hips crack
every time she crushes her thighs around him.  I smack his ass a few
more times before sinking my mouth back into his ass crack and rooting
out more of the dried shit stones.  I rip out two more from his
ass-pipe, then jam my tongue-stud so far up his hole my cheeks are
pressed flat against his butt-flaps.  I spread his cheeks as far as
they can go, and move my tongue-stud around inside him like I'm
snaking a clogged drain.
	"Jesus Christ!" he bellows.  Nikki porno and I are both at
maximum warp.  She's practically breaking his spine, and he just
twists around between her thighs like a wriggling snake.  Meanwhile,
I'm splitting open his ass-cheeks like a big, fleshy walnut, and his
asshole is so gaping and slickery I can now shove my whole fucking
fist up there.
	"How's that feel, Mr. Herman?" I tease him, punching my fist
into his asshole and working it in like a drill.  His flesh slowly
parts around my hand as I worm it up his butt.  It's warm and hugs my
fist and wrist, like a tight, rubbery sleeve.  "You ever been fisted
before, you fucking pervo?"
	"Oh .. shit .. stoppppp," he sobs.  "Oh, Christ, shit!"
	"Fuck me, you fucking old bastard!" nikki yips.  She clamps
down like she's trying to kill him, and I can tell she's cumming.  She
humps up and down, flopping around like a seal, trapping him between
her thighs and squeezing the life out of him.
	I try to time my punches up his asshole between her thrusts,
so that my fist is driving up his butt the same time she's releasing
pressure.  This way, the old fart gets no fucking break.  She slams
him hard inside her, then he slides out for a split second, before I
punch my fist into his hole.  No fucking relief.  
	His wasted old bod goes limp after a minute of this.  "Oh,
Christ," he mutters over and over again.  "Oh Christ."  His whole body
is quaking, and I think he might be having a heart attack or
something, so I stop fisting him.  Nikki slides out from under him,
not even paying attention to his heavy breathing and sweat.   She
kisses his cock, which is still hard and dangling in the air.  Then
she begins rummaging around in her coat pockets.  
	"You all right, Mr. Herman?" I cuddle up to him and kiss his
ear.
	"I've never .. what .. Christ," he finally gasps, then kisses
me on the lips.  "You girls are sick, you know that ..?" he pants.
"Really sick."
	"Yeah, I know," I kiss him long and hard, feeling his tongue
snake in and out of my mouth.  He's like a guy who hasn't eaten in
years sitting down at a smorgasbord.  He jams his tongue into my mouth
like his whole fucking life depends on frenching me, on tasting me.
"You're a horny old fucker yourself," I tickle him and grab his cock.
"See?  Still hard."
	"My head is pounding .. heart is like .. shit.  You girls are
going to fucking kill me if you keep this up.  I haven't fucked like
this .. ever!"
	"I want to feel your cock up my ass," I suck on his saggy
man-tit.  "Okay?  Can you do that for me, Mr. Herman?"  I really want
to feel this old perv fuck my ass, too.  I'm tripping that he's like
been fucking for probably 60 years or something, and me and nikki
porno are the best lays he's ever had.  Since he may not ever get
fucked so good again, I want to make sure he gets everything coming to
him.  I want to feel him fucking my ass, knowing I am the best lay he
will ever have in his whole life.  "You do want to fuck my ass, don't
you ..?"
	"I sure as hell do, " his breathing slows down some, and he
gets this blissed-out glow over his eyes like he's stoned. 
 	"Bend over the couch," nikki tells me.  She produces a tube of
KY and squirts a glob in her fingers.  "I want to watch him fuck your
ass," she leans over and kisses him while I shuffle around to the
sofa.  "You gotta fuck her ass hard, though, Mr. Herman, so she cums.
Okay?  Think you can do that?"
	"I can sure as hell try," he replies, playfully spanking my
butt as I crawl over him and lay my stomach down on the couch.  
 	Nikki is at my ass in a second, playing with my sphinx,
dipping the cold gel into my butt crack and making me quiver.  "She's
got a nice ass, doesn't she?" nikki asks him.
	"Hell yes," he pants.
	"I'm gonna watch you stick your hard cock up her
fifteen-year-old ass, you old pervert," nikki informs him.  "How does
that sound, ass fucking this little teenage slut?"
	"Great," he gasps.
	She slops enough of the cold gel up my butt to get me all
slickery for herman.  Then she moves back down to him, grips his cock
and leads him up over me until he's mounting me from behind like a
dog.  "Can you feel his cock, Candy?" she asks me, rubbing his
cockhead around the puckering ring of my sphinx.  "Mr. Herman here is
going to fuck your tight little asshole, isn't that right, Mr.
Herman."
	"Hell, yes," he repeats, his breath turning into a panting
again.
	"You ever fucked a girl's asshole before, Mr. Herman?" I moan
as nikki teases his cock against my hole.
	"No," he whispers, which is reeeaally cute.  This old herman
is so fucking cute.  I can't believe how fucking cute he is.  Like 70
something, and he's never stretched a girl's sphinx before.  Poor old
fucker.  I hope he fucking loves my ass.  I want him to fucking love
my ass, and cum deep inside it.  I want to feel his cum inside my ass
the rest of the day.
	"She's ready, Mr. Herman," nikki kisses my ass and pokes the
herman's cock-head through my sphinx.  My ass-pipe yawns open to
accept his hard dick, and I try to relax, so I can take it all at
once.
	"Jesus Christ that's tight," he groans, plowing ahead into my
ass and separating my cheeks like their sections in a juicy orange.
"Does that hurt?" he asks me real sweet.
	"Fuck that!" nikki answers for me.  "Of course it hurts.
You're fucking her fifteen-year-old ass, you dirty pervert.  You're
splitting her apart.  But she's a fucking teenage pain-slut, aren't
you, Candy girl ..?"
	"Yeah," I grunt, "I'm a fucking teenage pain-slut.  Fuck that
hurts!" I exaggerate as he keeps plowing into me.  "Fuck, you're like
tearing my asshole apart with your cock.  It feels fucking huge, like
it's a foot-fucking-long or something.  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" I pound
the couch cushions like I'm in utter agony.
	He stops, obviously convinced I'm in extreme pain.  That is so
sweet and pathetic, I almost crack up.
	"Don't listen to her!" nikki tells him.  "She's just being a
puss bag.  She's always like this when guys fuck her ass.  She cries
like a little baby."
	"I think I'm really hurting her," the herman says.
	"Who the fuck cares?  She's just your little fuck-toy," nikki
explains.  "It doesn't matter what she says or feels.  Your cock is
all that matters.  Now fuck her ass hard.  Believe me, she'll quit
whining and start getting off on the pain in a minute.  If she
doesn't, who the fuck cares?  Now fuck her ass.  I want to see you
make her scream!"  She pushes him hard inside me.  His instincts take
over, and he starts fucking my ass .. hard, harder, even harder.
	"Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ!" I carry on like he's Jake Steed or
something.  "It' too fucking big.  Your cock is too fucking huge, Mr.
Herman.  You've gotta stop.  Please .. Oooo  ... Please stop!"
	"Shut the fuck up, bitch," nikki grabs my hair and jerks my
head back.  Then she slaps her arm-pit over my mouth and I start
licking her stubbly underarm while she spanks my ass with her other
hand.  "Fuck her ass, Mr. Herman.  Make her scream."
	He really starts slamming me, and I mean hard, not just for an
old fart.  "Ooooooo," I moan into nikki's arm pit.  She's beating my
ass, too, and with every thrust I feel his cock-head dig deeper into
my ass.  I feel his balls slap against my butt.  I feel his heart
pounding every time our bodies slam together.
	"That's it, you dirty old bastard," nikki hisses at him.  "Now
you're fucking her teenage slut-ass good and hard, just the way she
fucking needs it.  Fucking little pain-slut loves it hard up the ass,
don't you, bitch ..?" she takes her arm-pit away.
	"Fuck!  Fuck!  Jesus you're so fucking huge, Mr. Herman.  Your
cock feels so huge blasting my asshole!" When some guy is stretching
my sphinx, I always try to remember all the fuck moans I've heard in
pornos.  Guys love when you make noise and say all sorts of filthy
shit.  Mr. Herman in my ass is no different.  The more I carry on, the
harder he pounds my ass-pipe.  I reach down and play with my labe
rings and clit.  His cock and nikki's hands keep abusing my ass, until
I feel another cum rip through my guts.
	"Fuck!  Pound my asshole.  FUCK!" I start sucking nikki's tits
as I cum.  He collapses on top of me and starts spewing in my ass.  I
flex my ass muscles down hard around his prick and start milking all
the splooge out of his dick.  He groans every time I clench my sphinx
and squeeze more sperm out.  Finally he gets too soft and just
slithers out my hole.  Nikki gets her mouth around to my butt-hole,
sticks her tongue-stud up my ass and starts felching me like crazy.  
 	After a few minutes of this, I slowly drift down off my cum
and back into my body, twisting around so that I'm facing nikki.  She
snowballs his cum and her spit down into my mouth and we swap the goo
between us while we feel each other up.
	"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," the herman
gasps from behind us.
	We turn around to see him collapsed on the floor, just staring
at us.  I crawl over to him and nikki follows me, and we just cuddle
up with the old fart.  He puts his arm around us, real protective
like, almost like he thinks he's our daddy or something.  It feels
kind of cool, making out with nikk while he pets our hair and rubs his
hands over our bodies.
	"We've got like five more minutes, Mr. Herman," nikki says.
"Do you want to do anything else?"
	"I just want to lie here with you two, is that all right?" he
asks.
	"That's sweet," I giggle and kiss him.  "You really are a
sweet old perv, you know.  And you fuck like a stud," I squeeze his
limp cock.  "I bet you could fuck us all day, huh?"
	"No," he laughed.  "That's more of workout than my dick has
ever seen.  Unfortunately, I'm an old fart now.  I wish I was your age
again.  You must fuck the guys silly."
	"I think you should make your wife suck your cock," nikki
tells him.  "A horny old stud like you should get his cock sucked on a
regular basis.  I'd also make her take it up the ass, too.  I mean
what kind of wife is she if she won't take it up the ass for a studly
like you?"
	"I wish it was that simple," he laughs.
	"I'll give you our pager number, if you ever want to fuck us
again," nikki tells him.
	"Would you?" he seems surprised, almost like he's honored.
"I'd like that."
	"We really should print up cards, you know," I tell nikki.
"We could pass them out to all you horny old pervs at the mall."
	"You girls are seriously deranged," he chuckles.  "Can I ask
you a question?"
	"Sure," I reply.
	"Why did you pick me.  I mean there were other guys in the
mall.  Why did you pick me?"
	"'Cause I can always tell a stud when I see one," I tickle
him.  "And you had stud written all over you."
	"Can you tell me something else?" he asks.
	"Sure, anything."
	"Did I really fuck you good?" he asks slowly.  "I mean I know
you girls did this for the money, but .. I don't know, I just .. I
hope you girls had a little fun at least."
	"Listen, studly," nikki kisses him on the lips and licks his
chin.  "We can fake pretty good, but not that good.  You fucked our
brains out.  Your cock is like awesome, you know that.  You fucked us
better than most of the guys of our age."
	"You're not just saying that," he smiles.
	"Listen, we might be sluts, but we're not liars," I answer.
"You fucking slammed us good.  I almost never cum twice like that,
real quick.  You got some cock there, stud."
	"Can we shower up?" nikki asks him.
	"Sure," he tells us, "the bathroom is down the hall to your
left."
	"Last one in fucks the dog," I jump up and scramble through
the living room with nikki at my heels.  I jump in the tub and turn on
the water, then hit the shower switch, and I'm drenched in warm water.
I feel nikki scoot in beside me and rub my shoulders.  I reach over to
a shelf and get this bottle of perfumy shampoo and glob it on my
hands.  Nikki takes the bottle from me and does the same, then we
smear it all over each other's bodies as the warm water cascades down
our sweaty flesh.
	We scrub out each other's every nook and cranny.  I pump about
a gallon of the shampoo into her ass and pussy and work both hands
into her holes while she bends over with her face in the shower
stream.  Then I switch to one hand, sticking my thumb up her butt and
my index finger up her puss.  I get more shampoo and begin washing her
hair with my other hand, and scrubbing the suds along her back.  "You
need a fucking bath, bitch," I scold her as I scrub her down.  "You've
smelled like last night's fuck all day."
	"Let's go back to the mall and go shopping," nikki sighs as I
massage the shampoo into her scalp.  "I want to get a real hot outfit,
and you can get one, too, then we'll pick up tams from school, get her
dressed up, and then go out and cruise some fancy restaurant for more
hermans."
	"You really got off on this, huh ..?" I ask her.
	"It was awesome.  We've got $500, for fucking, would you
believe that?  Makes me wonder why a chick would do anything but
whore.  I mean $500 fucking bucks.  We do two or three more hermans
today, and we'll be fucking loaded."
	"Listen, don't get carried away," I warn her.  "We could get
fucking caught, you know, if we're not careful."
	"Listen, who the fuck is going to think two fifteen-year-olds
are going to go out whoring hermans at the mall?  Get a grip?  This is
easy fucking cash, so don't go all puss-bag on me."
	"Don't call me a puss-bag," I snap, whacking her ass hard.
	"Bitch!" she giggles.
	"No, you're the bitch!" I hiss back at her, smacking her ass
hard, over and over again while I scrub out her pussy.  She relaxes
and lets me beat a cum out of her.  I knead her ass cheeks hard, and
her puss grips my fingers like a vise when she finally cums in my
hands.  Then I lather her up again, and scrub her down.
	When we both get out of the shower we smell like roses.  We
towel each other off, and run back out into the living room.  The
herman is sprawled across the floor.  I think he might be dead until I
see his chest moving up and down.  He is sleeping.  We get the money
out of his pockets and get dressed.  Then we try to wake him up, but
he won't move.  He only grumbles and turns over.
	"This sucks!" nikki fumes.  "We gotta get back to the mall."
	"Well, how the fuck are we going to that?"
	"We'll take his car," she scoops up the keys and sprints out
the door.
	This is insane.  I'm right behind her at her heels, trying to
stop her.  "Listen, nikk, quit fucking around.  We're not going to
take this guy's car.  Besides, neither one of us can drive yet.
Remember?"
	"Fuck you, I can SO drive.  I'm a good driver."  She opened
the door and climbed in.  "Come on, bitch.  Let's go!"  She revs up
the engine, and I can see she's going to do this.  That means I might
as well, too.  I run around to the passenger side and climb in.  She
backs out of the drive with a lurch and barrels out onto the road.  I
am actually driving in a car with nikki porno at the wheel.  We're
both drunk as hell from the Abs, and neither of us knows where we're
going or what the fuck we're doing.  I should be scared shitless, but
instead I'm laughing my ass off.
  	I kiss my nikki p. and cuddle up to her as she plows through
the traffic.  Horns beep at us from every angle.  When we stop at a
red light, this woman next to us glares at us when she pulls up.  I
guess we cut her off or something.  I flip her off, and then nikk and
I start sucking face right in front of her.  The woman has a little
girl in the car with her, maybe nine or ten, and the little girl is
just staring at us like we're animals in a zoo.  Nikki lifts up her
shirts and pops out her tattooed tit, flashing the woman and the
little girl while I lick her nipple.
	When the light turns green, the woman hits the gas and shoots
ahead of us.  "Do you know how the fuck to get back to the mall,
bitch?" I am laughing hysterically.
	"Yeah .. 'I'm an excellent driver,' " nikki starts goofing in
this funny voice, like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman, and shoots the big
Chrysler ahead into the traffic.  I press her close to me and start
screaming as she floors the gas and we're like doing 60, flying past
these cars and swerving like an amusement park ride.
	"Hey, that's the road," I scream at her, pointing to a street
I recognize.  "Make a left there.  That goes right to the mall.  Shit,
you're going right past …"
	"No, I'm not," Nikki pitches the wheel suddenly, and we careen
across three lanes of traffic and screech onto the street.  Then she
guns the old mans boat, and floors it again.  I look at the
speedometer and she gets it up to 60, 70, 80, flying through a stop
sign.  "This is so fucking COOL!" she screams.  "I could fucking cum
from just this.  You gotta fucking try this, ronn.  This is so
motherfucking COOL!"
	The mall appears ahead of us, and there's a lot of traffic.
Nikki breaks and slows and we get in this turn lane.  A minute later,
we're pulling back into the mall.  We park in the back of the lot,
pile out, and then run all the way through the cold to the entrance.
When we get inside, it's like we never left.  Nikki pulls me by the
hand and drags me down the promenade to Frederick's.
	The lady clerk gives us the eye the minute we stumble in.
She's in her twenties, very petite, lots of mascara, great tan,
wearing a wonder bra under her tight white, cable turtleneck so she
looks like a B-cup instead of an A.  She's showing off her legs, too,
with white stockings under a black-and-blue plaid skirt and a wide
belt buckle.  If I didn't know she was going to be a real bitch, I'd
probably be hitting on her big time right now because she is hot.
Fuck, maybe I'll come on to her anyway.  She looks like she needs a
good fucking spanking.  "Can I help you girls?" she snips.
	"Yeah, we want to spend this here," nikki whips out the wad of
money.  "We want to get something hot.  We're going to a big party
tonight."
	The woman sees the cash, and she bristles.  She wants to chase
our asses out, not wait on us.  "What kind of party is it?" she asks.
	"An orgy," I answer.  "But one where everybody dresses real
hot before they rip off their clothes and fuck like pigs."
	"I think you girls had better leave before I call security,"
she gets in nikki's face.
	"Why don't you call Don, the Mall Manager?" I push in between
her and nikk.  I see the look in nikk's eyes, and I know she's about
to go ballistic and kick this bitch's ass into a bloody, pulpy puddle.
"We're his nieces.  He told us to come in here.  He SAID you'd wait on
us .. DARLA," I read her nametag.  "He said ask for Darla.   That's
you, isn't it?"
	"We could go somewhere else," nikk put the money away.  "Maybe
Structure isn't run by bitches," she sneers at the lady.  "Bet they'd
like to take our money, huh ..?"
	Darla thinks about this for a second, and then smiles
slightly.  "If you shop here, I'm going to have to hold your purses ..
and the money," DARLA tells us.  She thinks she's so clever.  She'll
get us stuck in here, call the mall, and get our asses busted.  Bitch!
Won't she be in for a surprise.
	"Whatever," I toss my purse at her, nikk copies me, and we run
into the back of the store.  I stop in front of a mirror and watch her
reflection go to the phone and punch a number.  She's paging DON, MALL
MANAGEMENT.  She things she's got us busted.  She thinks maybe we
stole the money she's holding.  She thinks maybe she's going to get a
reward.  She thinks she's going to get to laugh at our asses when the
cops drag us out of there.
  	She hangs up.  She waits about thirteen seconds, and the phone
rings.  She picks up and starts talking real low, telling someone on
the other end all about us.  Then she stops cold, scowls and hangs up.
She shakes her head and walks back to where we are.
	"This is cool, Hillary," nikki starts using my other fake name
now.  She lifts up a black spandex tank-top with no belly and flattens
it against her tits.  "Don't you think this is cool, Darla?" she asks
the clerk, who is now standing there trying to think of the fastest
way to get rid of us.
	"Yes, that's nice," Darla grits her teeth.
	"That would really show off your tits, Cherry," I tell her.
"She's got nice tits, doesn't she, Darla?"
	"Um .." Darla is major pissed right now.  It's all stitched
across her tanning-salon face, like a fright mask.
	"Do women like ever lezz each other in the dressing rooms
here?" I ask.  "I mean all these hot bitches trying on sexy clothes
and shit.  There must be some kind of action going on here."
	"This really isn't the place for that, girls" Darla tries to
keep her cool.
	"You ever lezz?" Nikki asks.  "You've got a smoking little bod
there, doesn't she Hill ..?"
	"Yeah, I'd fucking love some of that shit," I stick my
tongue-stud out and wag my mouth at her.  "So how 'bout it, Dar, you
wanna go in back and let me eat you out?"
	"I .. You .. Pick out some clothes or leave," she finally gets
the words out.  She's shaking and it looks like she either wants to
rip my neck with her fingernails or cry.
	"Hey, Hill, I think this would look great on you," nikk tosses
me red, zipper-tube top.  "Try it on."
	"Okay," I slide my coat off, then slink out of my shirts until
I'm just in my bra.  Darla's jaw hits the fucking floor when she gets
a load of my tatts and my firm tits.  I slide the red tuber over my
belly and then pull my bra up and over my tits until it's hanging from
my neck.  I flash some bare, pierced  tit for a few seconds before the
tuber is in place over my boobs and I zip it up halfway.
	"Jesus, doesn't she have a nice rack, Darla?" nikki licks her
lips, and the bitch clerk is just speechless.  Her eyes are zeroing in
on my bod, and I step over to her, giving her a little show.
	"I'm taking this," I tell her.  "I need some really wild
hip-huggers now.  You got anything with like a real low tummy?"  I
take my index fingers and draw a V down the front of my jeans until
the tips of my fingers meet right above my crotch.  "And maybe
rhinestones," I add.  "You know, real porno-chic?"
	"I .. I ... "  Darla the sales bitch is stupefied.  She tears
her eyes away from me when she spots nikki taking off her clothes,
too.  "You can't do that!?" she finally yells.  "You have to do that
in the dressing room.  This isn't a fucking whore house."
	"Hey, sorry," nikki stops and laughs.  "Jesus, Darla, chill
already, would ya'?"  Nikk turns to me.  "You wanna go back in the
dressing rooms and try shit on?" she asks.
	"She is staying RIGHT OUT HERE!" Darla is shaking all crazy,
like one of those homeless people you see ranting on a street corner.
"You are not going back into the dressing rooms.  Neither of you!"
	"Hey, what's up?  Is everything all right, Darla?" this
adorable, sweet-faced blond pops up out of nowhere.  She looks younger
than DARLA, but her nametag says KAT - ASST. MGR.  She's got on this
hot little navy-blue conservative business-looking suit with red
stockings and a white cotton shirt unbuttoned so low you can see her
red bra and a lot of cleavage.  She is absolutely, postively
scrumptious. 
	"Yeah, we wanted to go and try this stuff on," I tell Kat,
"and we wanted Darla to come with us tell us how it looks.  But she's
like being mean or something," I put on my best clueless voice.  "I
mean what is up with that?  We just wanted someone else's opinion.  I
mean that is what you're here for, isn't it .. customer service ..?
Well. We're customers, and we need service.  I mean don't treat us
like shit 'cause we're teenagers, because we're Don the Mall Manager's
nieces, and we have a lot of money to spend here, and we don't like
being treated like shit .. DARLA!" I locked lasers right in her eyes.
	"Certainly," Kat apologized.  "I understand.  Come on, let's
all go in back and try these on. Darla and I would be more than glad
to help, won't we Darla ..?"
	"But, Kat?" Darla starts.
	Kat ignores her and waves us to the back dressing rooms.
Nikki starts stripping the minute she steps behind the curtain into
the dressing area.  The room is big  and square with eight mirrors on
every wall.  Nikki slides out of her tee and flannel and then bends
over with her back to Darla.  "Can you unsnap my bra in back?" she
asks.
	Darla looks at Kat, and her manager glares at her.  Darla's
fingers are shaking and she undoes the back of nikki porno's bra.
Nikki lets it fall to the floor, turns around and jiggles her tits.
	"Shit that feel good letting the puppies out, you know," she
smiles at Kat.  "Bras kind of suck, don't you think?"
	"It's probably your bra," Kat observes, trying not to gawk at
all the tatts on nikk's hot bod.  "We have some that are really
comfortable."
	"Hey could we try some of those?" I ask.  "'Cause my bra makes
my tits hurt all the time, too."  I unzip the zipper-tube and show Kat
my pierced tits.  "The cups rub against my nip rings and they chafe,"
I tell her.
	Kat tries to stay cool.  I can see she is trying to guess how
old we are, trying to figure out how we seem so young but act and look
like such total sluts.
	"See how irritated they get?" I pout, stretching my nips out
so Kat can get a better look.
	"We have some kind of cream for that," Kat breathes sharply.
"We started carrying it since everybody's getting pierced these days.
Let me see if one of the girls at the counter can dig that up."
	"Let me come with you." I put the tuber back on.  "I saw
something else out there I wanted to try out, too."
	"Okay," Kat is all cheerful, and I follow her back out onto
the floor.  There are two other sales clerks looking at us as Kat
starts going through the bras.  
 	I walk up to one of them at the counter.  Her nametag says
NANCY  "Hey, I need some cream for my tits," I tell her, then lower my
voice, "and Kat wants you get those two dildos over there for her."
The girl pauses, and I see I'm going to have do some maneuvering here.
"This is where I get the stuff, isn't it, Kat?"  I call out loudly to
her.
	She turns around.  "Yes, right there," she looks a little
annoyed.  "Come on, Nancy, get the girl what she wants!"
	NANCY shrugs her shoulders, produces a jar of cream and then
turns to the array of marital aids on the wall behind her.  "That one
there," I point to a black two-headed dildo, and that strap-on, too."
I keep my voice low, and check out Kat in the mirror.  She is still
picking out bras like a good little assistant manager.  "Put those in
a bag, okay," I tell NANCY.  "I don't think Kat wants me walking
across the floor with that stuff, you know."
	NANCY nods and gives me an odd look as she stuffs the items in
a bag.  I take the bag from her and walk back towards the dressing
room, stopping at spinner full of hip-huggers.  I find three styles in
my size and two in nikki's size and drape them over the bag.  Next I
move up to a shoe and boot display.  I pick out a two pairs of big-ass
black platforms in nikki's and my sizes.  Then I walk back up to Kat.
 	"I'll be back there in a minute," Kat sings out when she spots
me.  "I'm just trying to get an assortment, okay.  Go on ahead," she
urges me.
	"Sure, see you back there," I try not to crack up as I slide
through the curtain.
	Nikki has Darla on her back in a 69.  Her thighs are locked
around Darla's ears, and she's grinding her pussy and ass into the
sales bitch's face.  Nikki has Darla's skirt pulled up above her
tummy, and she's wearing Darla's panties around her forehead like a
headband.  Nikki sees me, looks up and smiles.  She lifts her ass off
Darla's face and I can see the sales bitch has mascara smeared all
over her eyes and what looks like a fat lip.  Obviously nikki needed
to use some persuasion to get the bitch into such a compromising
position.  Now, however, Darla's rug-munching away like a well-trained
bitch.
  	"Heya, girlfriend!" nikki laughs as she spanks Darla's clit,
and the petite, tanning booth bitch yelps into nikki's puss.  "Me and
Darla here decided to work out our problems.  She's really a sweet
thing, once you get to know her.  Ain't that right, sweets?"  Nikki
smacks her puss again, and Darla yips again.
	"How does she eat puss?" I ask nikk, slinking out of my jeans,
and then dropping the red tuber so my tits are bare again.
	"Pretty good for a virg," nikki grunts.  "You did say you
never ate puss before, right, bitch ..?"  She slaps Darla's puss
again.
	"Yhhh," Darla's huffs.
	"Man, that Kat is a little hottie," nikki tells me. "You gonna
fuck her?"
	"You bet'cher sweet ass," I take out one of the dildos - the
black two-headed one - and tear off the packaging.  Just then the
curtains slide open and Kat walks in with an armload of bras.  She
drops the whole mess when she sees nikki and Darla lezzing.  The she
reallystarts freaking when she spots me licking the head of the dildo
getting it all slicked up.
	"What the hell?" Kat is so freaked, she can only whisper, and
it's barely even that.
	"Strip and join the party!" I invite her.
	"Wh ..I will do no such thing!"
 	"Okay," I smile, "I guess I'll cry 'rape' and get the whole
fucking mall in here, then."
	"This is insane!"
	"Here I go."  I open my mouth and take a deep breath.
	"Don't," Kat gasps at the last minute.  "Please, God, don't.
This is my job.  What do you ..?  What do you want?"
	"Strip and I'll show you," I lick the head of the dildo some
more.  "Otherwise you're going to have to explain to the cops how you
have two fifteen-year-old girls back here, stripped naked and having
lesbian sex with one of your clerks.  I don't think they'll believe
anything out of your mouth after they see that.  Do you?"
	"Please, are you trying to rob us or something?  Just take the
money.  You can have the money."
	"We don't want your fucking money, bitch, we just want to
screw," nikki tells her.  "Now get naked or she WILL scream her lungs
out.  She can be a real bitch that way."
	"This is insane," Kat shudders as she begins slinking out of
her cute little suit.
	"Strip for me," I keep slicking up the dildo-head.  "You know
slow.  You've got a luscious bod there, sweets.  Sexy fucking red bra,
too."  I whisper taking her blazer from and put it on over my naked
torso.   Then I model in the mirror while she looks at me, her eyes
bugging out of her shiny forehaed.  "You like flashing it around when
you wear this, don't you, sweets," I tease as I continue posing with
the blazer.  "Regular little pussy tease, aren't you?"
	"Please," Kat kind of whimpers, slowly popping the buttons on
her white cotton blouse.  "You don't want to do this."
	"Like fuck I don't," I sneer.  "Now slide the bra down on your
tummy, and don't take it off.  It looks so sexy," I stroke her smooth
white skin, from her shoulders, down her puffy boobs to her belly
button.  "Hey, you're pierced?" I exclaim, kneeling down and kissing
her navel.  "We got ourselves a real little thrasher slut here,
Cherry," I giggle to nikki.
	Kat shudders when she feels my lips graze the fine blond hair
on her tummy.  I bathe her belly button with my tongue and work the
dildo up her skirt and between her legs.  "Please .. stop," she mewls,
but I'm not listening to a word she says.
	I flip her skirt up and take her hands.  "Hold up your skirt,"
I tell her, and she does it, her whole body shaking.  "Oooo these
stockings are so cute," I coo, rubbing my hands up her silky red legs
and snapping her garters against her thighs.  They're definitely
toned.  Her whole hot body is pretty ripped.  I start licking her
calves all up to her thighs and then worming my tongue into her red
silk panties.  I tug on the waistband, so the silk bunches all up and
slices into her puss.
	"Oh .. please .. don't," she sobs real soft, almost like she
doesn't want me to hear her.
	"Shhhh, sweetie," I kiss her on the labes and flick my
tongue-stud across her clit hood.  Her bump peeks out, and I swirl my
tongue around the perimeter, feeling her knees turn to jelly.  Then, I
ease the dry end of the dildo up between her cleavge to her pouting
mouth.  "Suck it," I tell her, feeding the black rubber between her
sobbing lips.  "I'm gonna stick this end up my puss and the other end
up your puss.  Then we're gonna fuck each other.  How does that sound,
sweets?  Huh?  How does that sound?"
	"Uh .. no .. oh .. oh  ..." she gasps every time the dildo
slides back in her mouth.  She's drooling out of the corners of her
mouth now, and we're ready.  I lower the dildo back down to my puss
and slide it in.  Then I back her up against the mirror, and tease the
other end up against her labes.  I spread back her red silk panties
and rub the huge dildo-head across her clit.  With my fingers, I feel
her juicing, I mean really juicing, and I slip the big black dildo
head up between her labes and then thrust my hips forward.
	The dildo slides up her puss and my puss simultaneously as I
bump our bodies together.  "That's it, sweets," I whisper before I
shove my tongue-stud into her ear.  "Fuck me with that luscious little
puss of yours."
	"No .. no .. no .." she bites my shoulder suddenly and hugs me
like I'm her long-lost sister.  "Oh .. please .." she begs me.  "Oh ..
God .. please."
	"That's it, fuck me back," I kiss her on the mouth, and she
jams her tongue up against mine.  She sucks on my tongue and teases my
stud.  I grab her ass and squeeze it real hard.  She's got nice tight
bunnies and I stick my finger up her sphinx.  Then I fuck the dildo
harder into her, and she fucks me back.  She's taller than I am, so I
have to scoot up on my tippytoes so we can bump bumps.  She slithers
down, and we meet halfway, grinding the dildo between our slippery
pussies and biting each other's tongues.
	"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you, sweets?" I whisper in
her mouth.
	"Yes," she answers.  "God, yes ... "
	"Ohhhh," I hear Darla's muffled moans now.  I look in the
mirror and see that nikki has the tanning-salon bitch bent over a
chair.  She's creamed up the strap-on with the moisturizing cream I
got out at the counter, and she's stuffing the dildo-head between
Darla's narrow, tanned ass-cheeks.  Darla's turtleneck is pulled all
the way up to her neck, and her wonder-bra is balled up in her mouth
and wrapped back around her neck like a leash.  Nikki is yanking the
bra with one hand and playing pony girl with Darla.  With her other
hand, nikki porno is molesting the sales bitch's small tits.  That's
when I notice Darla is diddling her own pussy while nikki wedges the
strap-on head between her sphinx.  The tanning-salon bitch is getting
off being nikki's pony-girl, grinding her ass back along the dildo,
trying to get nikki to stuff more into sphinx.
	"You like watching that, huh?" I ask Kat, and she just nods.
She shudders and practically faints in my arms.  "That makes you cum,
doesn't it ..?" I keep at her.  "Watching that bitch get ass-fucked?"
	"Yes," she pouts into my shoulders, limp like a rag doll.
	"You want me to cum, too, don't you ..?" I ask, slamming my
hips into her and bumping my clit against her cunt bone.
	"Yes .. please .. please .."
	I fuck her like that, feeling her ripped body contort every
time I thrust up into her.  I kiss her, look in her eyes, then watch
nikki fuck Darla up the ass, and listen to the sales bitch moan.  I
jam my tongue-stud down Kat's mouth, almost like I think it might be
able to lick the tip of the dildo I'm pumping into Kat's puss.  My
tummy does a dominique, and my mind leaves my body again, and the rush
explodes up from my toes and rockets like a missile into my brain.  I
stumble against the mirror, and Kat and I drop to the floor still
flopping around like humping dolphins when I hear voices, and my mind
drifts back into my body.
	"Is everything al right in there?" NANCY's voice cuts through
my fresh-fucked haze.
	"Yes," Kat gasps.  "We'll be out in a minute."
	"Gotta go, Cherry," I hop off Kat and pull nikk off Darla.
	"Shit, ronn, I was making the bitch cum," nikk snaps at me.
"Look at her.  You fucking want this, don't you, bitch ..?"  Nikki
wags the strap-on cock in Darla's runny mascara.
	"We gotta go!" I throw nikk her new clothes.  She shrugs her
shoulders, then slithers into the black spandex bra top and a pair of
faded hip-huggers with buttons down the front crotch.  I put on my new
red zipper-tuber and a pair of black hip-huggers with big bells and
rhinestones.  I throw nikki her new pair of shoes before I put mine
on, and throw the dildos, our old clothes and shoes, the tit cream,
and everything in the bag.
	"Will like $200 cover all this?" I ask Kat.
	"I .. I'll have to ring it up," she gasps, still in utter
fresh-fucked shock.  
	"Listen, take $300, and keep the difference, okay?" I hustle
her up, and she rearranges all her clothes.  Then, when she's all set
we go back out on the floor followed by nikki porno.  Darla just sits
there on the floor with her head between her knees .. laughing, not
even trying to pull herself together.
	I mean .. whatever.
	Kat hands us our purses, and nikki gives her $300 like I said,
and we scoot out the door, dressed to kill and looking for trouble.
It's like every eye in the mall is looking at us, like we're aliens
from another planet.  I've pretty much sweated out the Abs by now, and
I need something.  "Hey, let's head up to Houlihans," I tell nikk.
"It's afternoon, I'm sure we can find some hermans up there who will
by us some drinks."
	"Lead the way, girlfriend," she cackles, loving every
perverted stare flashed at her awesome, tatt-covered bod.
	Houlihan's is restaurant bar at the end of the mall.  When we
walk in the doors, every guy in the place turns to us.  I spot two
hermans at a table.  They're like in their forties or fifties and
wearing business suits and ties.  They're kind of fat and doughy
looking, but they look like salesmen or something, and I know they'll
have cash and want to play.  Without giving myself a chance to
rethink, I walk right over, nikki behind me.  
 	"Heya," I scoot in the booth and kiss the first guy right on
his red cheek.  I can smell the booze on both of them right away ...
gin.  I spot the martini glasses and that solves any other mystery.
	"Wha ..?" the other guy starts as nikki slides in next to him.
	"Listen, we want to get drunk and fuck your brains out," nikk
whispers to her guy, and I see her hand snake under the table.  No
doubt where it's going.  "$250 a piece gets you everything if you've
got a place to go," she hustles.  "Cunt, mouth, ass, lezz, anything?"
she adds.
	"Is this some kind of joke?" my guy freaks when I grab his
cock under the table and give him a playful squeeze.
	"No, joke, baby," I whisper in his ear.  "We're fifteen years
old, and we'll monster fuck you both for $500.  Now buy us some shots,
so we can get to know each other first.  I mean I don't screw
strangers."  I fish his dick-head out of his fly and stroke it so he
knows we aren't just some teenage fluff-teases goofing on them.  "So
what do you say?  You guys game?"
	Nikki's guy has his tongue probing down her throat, not giving
a shit who's watching him he's so drunk.  My guy catches on right
away, draping his arm over my shoulder, squeezing me tight, groping
his hand into my red tuber and mauling my tit.  When I cuddle up to
him, spit on my hand, and start polishing his knobbie again, he calls
for a round of shots.  "What do you girls want?" he asks as the
waitress walks over.
	"Lemon Drops," nikki whines.
	"Four lemon drops," my herman tells the waitress.
	She gives us a look.  "I need to see Ids," she says.
	"No, you don't," nikki takes out a few twenties, stuffs them
in the waitresses breast pocket and winks at her.  "This is my daddy,"
she kisses her herman, "and he says its all right."
	The waitress just stares at us.
	"Our daddies like to get us shit-faced before they fuck our
brains out," I scoot up and whisper in her ear.  "Come on, girlfriend,
help us out here, okay ..?"  I lick her pierced earlobe, and she
pauses, shivers a little, then just walks back to the bar and put the
order in.
	"We do four rounds, and we blow this place," nikki tells them.
"You do have some place nice we can fuck, don't you?  I want to get
real wild, you know ..?"
	"Who the hell are you girls?" my herman finally asks, and his
buddy cracks up.
	"We're Nikki Porno and Ronni_b, the Thrasher Girls," I tell
them.  "We're fucking famous.  We find lucky guys with cash and fuck
their brains out, and then we write about it and put the stories on
the internet.  We have fucking fans all over the world - China,
Russia, South Africa, Yugoslavia.  We are the best fucking lays you
will ever have in your lives.  Now where's my Lemon Drop?"
	The waitress appears with our shots, four lemon sections and
four packs of sugar.  Nikki and I help her dole out the glasses and
condiments, then we slam the Abs back, suck the lemons dry and dump
the sugar in our mouths.  The hermans try to keep up with us.  
 	"Another one!" nikki giggles.  "We need to get ripped."  She
runs her hand through her herman's hair and then shoves her pierced
tongue down his throat.  I slip my head under the table and dance my
tongue-stud across my herman's cock-head before inhaling his dick
stalk and stretching it hard in my mouth.  He has a nice-sized cock,
too, over seven inches at least, and it tastes like Old Spice or
something.  I keep sucking and he strokes my hair.  I hear footsteps,
and I look up.
	The waitress starts doling out the Lemon Drops again, and I
smile at her with a mouthful of my drool and my herman's pre-cum.  She
shoots me a an utter shellshock look, and just stands there watching
nikki and I slam another round of lemon droppers.  With my mouthful of
the lemon, sugar, slobber and pre-cum, I go dip back down and stuff my
herman's cock back between my lips.  
 	"Fuckin' A," his whole shudders through the tip of his piss
hole and her floods my mouth with his cum.  
 	I suck it all in, but don't swallow.  Then I reach up, and
spit the froth into two empty shot glasses.  "Cheers," I hand nikki a
glass, and we down the cum shots as the waitress comes back up and she
and the herman's just stare at us.
	"They're fucking crazy," nikki's herman whispers.  "Fucking
crazy," he laughs.
	"And we're fucking lucky," my herman downs his shot before the
rest of us finish our round.
	"One more!" I cough, my head swimming in the sudden rush.
"Then we'll get out of here and fuck."
	"Make that quick," my herman barks to the waitress.
	"I don't know what I did to deserve this," nikki's herman
cracks.  "But whatever is, thank you God."
	"How big is his dick, nikk?" I ask.  "My herman's got like
seven inches at least."
	"Hmm, I'd say he's about seven, too.  Real fucking thick,
too," she kisses her herman on the cheek.  "Think I can fit two
hermans in my mouth at once?" she giggles.
	"What is that you keep calling us?" my herman asks me.
	"Hermans," I smile at him.
	"What does that mean?"
	"It's like stud," I try not to crack up.  "You know, like
Herman Monster."
	"You mean Herman Munster," he replies, puzzled.
	"Yeah, whatever," I laugh.  "Like a monster stud, you know."
	"Oh."
	Nikki buries her face in her hands and snickers.
	"What's so funny?" her herman asks.
	"I get like this when I'm horny," she kisses his hands and
licks his wrist.  "You don't mind, do you?"
	"No, not at all," he gasps.
	The waitress returns with our final round.  We down the lemon
droppers and pull the hermans up.  "Come on," I whine.  "Let's go and
party."
	The hermans can barely walk straight.  "Do you guys need to go
the bank machine?" nikki asks.
	"Yeah," my herman slurs, and we walk them over to the bank
machine in the entrance alcove.
	"That's $500," I tell them.
	We step back and watch them fumble pathetically with their
bank cards.  It takes like five minutes for my herman to get his money
out.  Nikki's herman is so plowed, he just lets her take his card, and
tells her his PIN number.  She gets out $300 and we stuff all their
cash in our pockets.
	"We're gonna have to drive," nikki tells them.  "You guys are
too fucked up.  You'll get us killed."  They bitch a little, but when
we squeeze their crotches, they follow us like good little bitches.
	We drag them through the lot to the old herman's big Chrysler.
We dump them in the back seat, climb inside and nikki guns the motor.
We shoot out of the lot, and the road is coming at us like a video
game.  Nikki and I are giggling and screaming at the top of lungs as
we twist and turn through the traffic.  The guys are passed out.  I
start playing with all the knobbies on the dashboard.  The windshield
wipers start going, stuff on the dash starts blinking and glowing, and
the radio blares into infinity.
	"Let's just dump their asses in the road," nikki yells at the
top of her lungs.  "I remember the one guy's PIN number.  We could go
find an ATM machine and clean his ass out."
	"Let's fucking do it!"

are the last words I hear in my mind before I see the road snake into
a hairpin and hear a screech like a thousand crows in my ears ...



Okay, peeps, I don't die, honest!!  But you'll have to wait until
Thrasher Girls VI to find out what happens.

toodles
ronni