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Winner of the 1999 Abortion on Demand Award: Thrasher Girls
by Ronnie B. (ronni_b@yahoo.com)
***
Review by: LadyCyrrh Reviews
Thrasher Girls part 1 [B-]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/13/99
Author: Ronnie B
Address: ronni_b@yahoo.com
The author says of this story, "Here's my first story
ever comments please!!" OK, Miss B., you got 'em.
Ronni, Nikki P. and Tam-tams are three teenage girls
into tattoos, body piercing, and having sex with black
dudes from the projects in exchange for baggies of
grass, and they gladly fuck each other as well. From
the descriptions of these 14 and 15-year-olds, it's
pretty clear the author is living in la-la-land:
I've got five killer tatts-a barb-wire pattern on my
tummy with roses, a sun and moon on each of my boobs,
and two Zen characters on each of my butt cheeks-and my
tongue is double pierced. I also have multiple pierces
in my left eyebrow, my nose, my belly-button (of
course) and one in my labes right where it can rub my
clit when I fuck....She looks like a porno-star, and
that's why we call her nikki p. The P is for porno.
She's really pierced, too, all over, especially her
tongue and puss, and she has tatts everywhere on her
body. I love the big snake on her tummy that coils
down to her crotch, which she shaves all the time. The
tail curls up right around her labes and the tip goes
up around her puss to her ass. On her ass she has a
chick-demon with her tongue wedged in her butt crack.
She has demons on both her big boobs, too, but these
are both dude-demons. One looks like a devil with a
spiked dick. The other is this kind of grim reaper
dude with a hard cock made of bone. Then she has
creeping ivies and roses all over bod and down to her
ankles. She is pretty much the hottest chick around.
The other chick in our set is Tamara, who we call tam-
tams. She's a year younger than me and nikki, and is
only a freshman while we're sophomores.
tam-tams is like real thin and tall, like a model or
something. She's maybe not even 100 pounds, and she's
maybe 5'10" or 5'11", and over six feet when she wears
heels, which she does all the time.
OK, #1 a girl 5'11 and 100 pounds would be unable to
breathe without a ventilator, and #2 minors can't get
tattooed and pierced with parental permission, and #3
extensive piercing and tattoo jobs cost mucho dinero,
very big bucks, which is why many of the extensively
tattooed and pierced people you see on the streets live
in shithole apartments, drive beamer cars, and have no
medical insurance. Furthermore, if these teenyboppers
happened to somehow get their bodily modifications done
for free and on the sly they'd look like shit, because
skilled professionals don't give away their services
for nothing. Not even for a blow job from a teenage
seductress. I am quite fond of tats and piercing,
actually, but this major departure from reality, and
the phony, contrived nature of the teenage sluts and
their shenanigans, made this story one of the ones
where I actually said "Yuck!" out loud. I do admit the
piece has a raw sort of appeal, though, if you're into
reading about teenage trash sucking off black men in a
pimpmobile.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Thrasher Girls I-"The Lincoln" .. by ronni_b.
(teen, inter, piercing, kinda n/c, kinda true)
Date: Fri, 09 Jul 1999 17:09:24 GMT
Thrasher Girls I - "The Lincoln"
My friends and I hang out at a 24-hour coffee bar
called "Magic Beans". We're there all hours of the day
and night. It's usually six or seven of us, three
girls and the three guys. There's me, Rhonda, but I go
by ronni. I'm fifteen, long dark curly hair, and I'm
about 5'4, 110 pounds. I have big boobs for a girl my
age, 34C if you're into that. I guess my body is all
right because a lot of guys hit on me and everyone is
always trying to get me naked-guys and girls. I've got
five killer tatts-a barb-wire pattern on my tummy with
roses, a sun and moon on each of my boobs, and two Zen
characters on each of my butt cheeks-and my tongue is
double pierced. I also have multiple pierces in my
left eyebrow, my nose, my belly-button (of course) and
one in my labes right where it can rub my clit when I
fuck.
My best friend is Nicolette, who goes by the name nikki
p. She's maybe an inch taller than me, red hair, about
the same weight (maybe a little more, but in all the
right places), and she's really got the killer body in
our group-real flat tummy, curvy hips and like 38DD
tits. She looks like a porno-star, and that's why we
call her nikki p. The P is for porno. She's really
pierced, too, all over, especially her tongue and puss,
and she has tatts everywhere on her body. I love the
big snake on her tummy that coils down to her crotch,
which she shaves all the time. The tail curls up right
around her labes and the tip goes up around her puss to
her ass. On her ass she has a chick-demon with her
tongue wedged in her butt crack. She has demons on
both her big boobs, too, but these are both dude-
demons.
One looks like a devil with a spiked dick. The other
is this kind of grim reaper dude with a hard cock made
of bone. Then she has creeping ivies and roses all
over bod and down to her ankles. She is pretty much
the hottest chick around.
The other chick in our set is Tamara, who we call tam-
tams. She's a year younger than me and nikki, and is
only a freshman while we're sophomores. tam-tams is
like real thin and tall, like a model or something.
She looks like she's maybe not even 100 pounds, and
she's maybe 5'10" or 5'11", and over six feet when she
wears heels, which she does all the time. She has
these great, long, thin legs, and she wears real (I
mean real) short dresses and skirts to school all the
time and white stockings that go up her thighs leaving
about a half-inch of bare leg flesh between the top of
the stockings and her hem. She also wears all these
weird types of panties, and she's always flashing guys,
especially the teachers. Sometimes she'll wear black
silk panties, sometimes white lace, sometimes baby-doll
pink or hot red or sky blue thongs, and sometimes
she'll even wear guys underwear, which really turns the
guys on (me, too?).
When she hangs with us, though, she mostly wears real
tight jeans and boots. She has one tatt on her back, a
unicorn, and her nose is pierced with a rhinestone
stud, but that's all. She's kind of a wimp when it
comes to piercing, and she gets all freaked when she
sees needles or anything. nikk and I are always trying
to get some more pierces, but she's always putting us
off.
The dudes in our set are Josh, Mikey and Nick (which is
another reason we call Nicolette nikki p, so we don't
confuse her with Nick). Josh is short, cute, with a
goatee and he's pretty much a student. He reads all
the time, and he tells great stories, and can talk
about all sorts of wild stuff like ufos, government
cover-ups and cults. He's kind of the leader in our
set, and he works at the Magic Beans on the weekend.
Mikey is a real doll. He used to play football so he's
kind of jock. Now he just thrashes and works out.
He's like six feet and pretty ripped, but he also has
the gentle kind of way about him and all the girls in
school are always after him. Nicky is the group
psycho. He's shorter than Josh and kind of fat. He's
funny and pissed off like all the time, and he'll rant
about stuff real loud and cause a scene if we're out
almost every time. He's also heavily into porn stuff
and s-m stuff and tatts and piercing and his computer.
He hacks all the time and he's got all these rad
pictures which he'll show us all the time, like women
with horses and dogs, little kids doing it, stuff that
looks like rape. He also plays drums, and he and Josh
jam all the time because Josh plays guitar. The other
dude who also sometimes hangs with us is Sean, who's
older than us by two years and he plays bass with Josh
and Nicky in their band. Sean is real tall and real
quiet and pretty much a loner. He's also an artist and
he's the one who's come up with most of our tatts.
So that's our set. We're all pretty tight, and like I
said we spend almost all our time thrashing or sitting
at Magic Beans playing Tekken or surfing on the net
looking for trouble (that's usually Nicky or me). Like
I said, we've been on tam-tams' case about getting some
more pierces, and one night around ten o'clock we were
at Beans and nikki and I were on her again. "You gotta
get your belly done," nikki says. "EVERYONE gets that
done."
"I told you," tams says, "I don't want to do that yet."
"You're some kind of pussy," I say. "Shit, it doesn't
hurt that much. Just do it already. It's not like
you're doing your labes or anything. It'd look so cool
on you, too. Like a black pearl or something, or a
ruby."
Just then Mikey and Nicky come in. They've been out
doing whatever, but now they're here for the night. We
say "hi", and they sit down. "The Lincoln's out in the
lot," Nicky says. "They've got some stuff." The
Lincoln is driven by these four black guys from the
projects who drive over to our side of town and sell
shit. They hang out at Magic Beans almost every night
because they have a lot of regular customers, including
us.
I look at nikki and then tams. "Are you guys in?" I
ask, like they wouldn't be, but I always check to make
sure. nikki nods and looks at tams. tams looks at me
and nikk and then nods her head real quick, like she
doesn't want a chance to reconsider.
"Sean and Josh'll be here in a few, too, they were
getting beers," Nicky says. "They'll want some."
"Might as well do the deed and get it over with," nikki
reached in her purse for the deck of airline playing
cards she always carried for the occasion. tams and I
watched as she shuffled them a few times. Then she
gave them to tams to cut. Tams cut them and handed
them back. Then nikki put them face-down on the table.
"With Sean along they'll want double," she says. "So
it's the two low cards, okay. High card coughs up the
cash then."
This was how we afforded the shit from the Lincoln. It
was a deal the black guys had for regulars like us.
They'd exchange shit for sex with us chicks, as long as
one of us paid full price. It went like this. Let's
say we wanted four baggies. They'd give us one for
some head, two for head and a fuck, and then we'd have
to buy the rest at full price. For more shit, we had
to do more for them.
On a night like tonight when we'd need a lot of shit,
probably about six baggies, they'd want two girls
working for it, plus cash for the rest. Two of us
could work about four or five bags from them depending
on what we did. It was Friday and we were all looking
to get seriously wasted, so I figured we'd try and get
everything we could from them.
"Who's first?" I asked.
"I'll go," nikki kind of laughed. "Here goes nothing."
She drew a card from the middle of the deck and held it
close to her chest. I nodded to tams. tams hated
this, nikki and I knew it. But if she wanted to hang
with us (and she did), this is what she had to
do. None of us had the money to buy all the shit we
always needed.
We did this for the dudes because they always bought
the beer, and that was the tough expensive part.
Getting beers out of the Dairy Mart was a real
challenge. You either had to find some guy over 21 to
buy it for you, or you had to rip it off. The dudes
did about 50-50, and Nicky had been caught once and
thrown in jail for the weekend before his fucking
parent bailed him out. They dudes also had the car,
which was our only transportation because none of us
chicks can drive yet.
So it really was a fair trade off, even though when you
were blowing dick it sometimes didn't seem like it.
tams drew her card, and I drew mine, too, sneaking a
peek before I pressed it to my chest. I swallowed my
heart. Fuck, it was the three of spades. Unless nikk
and tams both deuced, I was going to be sucking some
black dick and whatever else tonight. Oh well, in a
few hours I'd be so stoned it wouldn't fucking matter.
I looked at tams and she was smiling, so I knew she
must have had a good draw. "Last to draw, first to
show," nikk says to me. I flip over my card, and Nicky
chuckles.
"Ooo, ronni's goin' to the G-Toe," Nicky says, and he
slaps me on the back.
"Your turn, tams," I say.
She quickly set down her card, the Ace of Diamonds.
She was pretty much guaranteed a safety, and she
started digging around in her purse to make sure she
had the cash for her end. She fished out two $10s and
a wad of singles and started counting.
"Not so fast, girl," nikk flipped her card over and it
was an Ace, too, of Hearts. tams' face dropped, and
she twitched a little, which is what she did when she
got nervous or scared. I couldn't help but laughing.
It wasn't over yet. "You want to draw first?" nikk
offered.
tams shook her head, and nikk drew a card. She flashed
it immediately, an 8. tams quivered as she touched the
deck and drew a card. Her face fell and Nicky erupted
in a burst of laughter.
"tam-tams gonna get a chocolate jaw-breaker," he says.
We all laugh except tams who just gives a pained grin.
"Shit," nikki curses. "This is going to blow all my
money fro the weekend!" she dug in her purse now.
"Hey, but the rules are the rules."
"Get your money," I say. I stand up. I want to get
this over as quick as possible, okay. It's fucking
freezing out there." I turn to tams and motion her to
get up. "Come on, tams. Let's go. You got your
fucking money, nikk?" Nikk knew the rules. If she
didn't have the cash, she'd have to trade with tams.
tams looked at her hopefully.
"Hah!" nikk snatched out a wadded up $20 and added it
to her other bills, a $10 and a $5 and some singles.
She got up then, and headed to the door in front of us.
Part of the deal was that we all had to go out together
for safety reasons. Even though the guys in the
Lincoln had never pulled any kind of shit on us before,
we still didn't trust their asses. Some chicks had
complained about them getting rough and stuff. nikk
was there to watch and go get help if they tried
anything.
I followed nikk out into the parking lot, and I could
hear tams dragging her feet behind me. Like I said,
she hated this shit.
As for me, I didn't mind it so much once it started. I
just hated this part, when I had to go up there and
talk to them and work out the deal. It was pretty
humiliating, these black guys eyeing you and saying "So
what are you going to do for us, bitch?" and making us
say "We'll give you some head or fuck you for the
shit." Then they'd act all apprehensive, and make you
practically beg them sometimes. I hated that shit,
especially when it was so fucking cold like it was
tonight. They'd make you stand outside in the fucking
cold and talk shit with them, and only let you in the
car after you'd frozen your ass off.
nikki walked right up to their car window and knocked.
She was always the one who did the talking with them
because she didn't take shit from them.
"Yo, bitch, what you want?" the guy at the window
asked. I think his name was Duane, but I'm not really
sure. We never really got their names, and they never
tell us.
"You guys got some shit, don't you?" nikki asked. "We
want some."
Four sets of cue-ball eyes peered out from the car at
us, like they always did. "Hey, shit, we know you,"
the guy at the window smiled. "You bitches want to
party-down, huh?"
"You got it," nikki answered. "So whattaya got for us?"
"Depends on what you got?"
"You know what we got," nikki answered. She was
shivering because it was so fucking cold. "Same deal
we always do. We need like six baggies."
"That'll be extra," he looks at me and tams. "You know
the score. So whatta ya got for us."
"They'll work it out," nikki points to me and tams.
"Just let us in the fucking car, okay. We're freezing
our fucking tits off out here."
"What about you?" he asked nikk, obviously disappointed
a little. They liked nikki, a lot.
"I'm watching tonight."
"Too bad."
"You wanna take it or leave it," Nikki said.
"Fuck, we'll take it, sweet," he laughed. "Just be
cool."
"Let us in the fucking car!"
"Sure thing," he nodded and got out. "You guys cool."
The back door opened and another guy got out. I
climbed in the front and sat next to the driver. tams
got in. Then the two guys got in, and finally nikki
squeezed into the back.
She closed the door and kind of knelt up with her back
against the door. I was pressed in between the driver
and the guy who'd been doing all the talking.
Both their hands were already inside my coat and
rubbing my crotch. "You gonna suck me, sweet?" the
driver asked as he pulled my hand to his bulging
crotch. I nodded as the other guy pulled my other hand
to his crotch. The driver pulled my face around and
stuck his tongue in my mouth. My coat was unzipped and
my top was pulled up.
Hands felt my tits and popped them one at a time out of
my bra.
"Man you got nice ones," the other guy said as he
sucked on my hard nipples and worked the zipper on my
jeans down.
"Get to work," the driver told me pushing my head down.
"You know what to do."
I did know what to do, too. I'd been doing them almost
every week for the last seven months. I got his zipper
down and he scooted his as up off the car seat. I
rolled down his shorts and fished his black cock out.
He didn't have the biggest cock of them, that belonged
to one of the guys in the backseat with tams. The
driver's dick was about 8 inches, though, and the other
guy sucking my tits had about 7 and his was real thick.
I lowered my mouth to the driver's pipe and licked the
black head, getting him slick before I slid it into my
mouth. I jacked him with my hand, but he grabbed it
and pulled it away. Then he took my hair with his
other hand and began pumping my head up and down on his
cock. It was only halfway hard when I started, but it
grew in my mouth in a few seconds until it pressed
against the side of my cheeks as he thrust up and down,
in and out and sideways.
When I came up for air, I realized my jeans were down
past my crotch. I felt the other guy work them down my
legs slowly to my knees. The air in the car was so
cold I had goosebumps all down my thighs, and I
shivered every time he touched my legs and puss with
his cold hands. "Scoot up, bitch," he told me, roughly
turning my hips around so that I was at an angle where
he could get to my puss.
He probed his wet fingers into my puss and finger-
fucked me while he squeezed and pinched my tits with
his other hand.
"Hey, keep on sucking," the driver said and forced my
mouth back down around his wet cock. "You can use your
hand if you play with my balls," he offered, releasing
my hand. "But don't touch my cock."
I knew the drill by now. I cupped his brillo-covered
balls and pumped them gently, letting him stick his
cock deeper into my mouth. My puss was now wet enough,
and the other guy just jabbed his thick cock deep into
my hole. At that angle, it rubbed against my clit
ring, and I knew i would come in like five minutes if
he could keep it up inside me.
"Suck 'em both now," I heard voices from the back seat,
and I heard tams kind of squeal, too. Those guys in
back liked to make us suck both their cocks in our
mouths at the same time. I couldn't do it, and I knew
tams couldn't either. Only nikk could manage it.
Still, they always insisted, and I guess the fact that
neither tams nor I could do it probably turned them on
even more, because we tried so hard.
"You like to watch, huh?" one of the backseat guys said
to nikk.
"You bet," nikk replied.
"Just love you little bitches," the other backseat guy,
the one with the huge cock said. "Let me see those
freaky tits of yours," he said to nikki, obviously.
"You gonna let me suck on 'em?" he asked a moment
later, obviously nikk had popped out her tattooed
boobs.
I heard tams grunt. "Hey, take it easy on her, okay,"
nikk warned.
I pulled my head up, suddenly concerned, and peered
over the seat.
"You wanna watch, too, huh?" the driver said. "That's
cool."
tam-tams' mouth was stuffed with the two black cocks,
and they kept spilling out of her mouth almost every
second. Then the guys would stuff them back in again.
The one guy was sucking nikk's tits and kissing her
tatt covered tummy.
I felt my puss twinge as I watched my buds get molested
and the guy drilled my puss and kept hitting my clit
ring. He stiffened up and came inside me and I kind of
barked, which I do just when I'm gonna cum. I came
then, and the driver shoved my head back down on his
prick. He fucked my face for about twenty more seconds
and my jaw felt like it was gonna break. Then he shot
a load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It was hot
and sticky and I swallowed it so he wouldn't spray my
face.
"Shit!" he gasped, withdrawing his spent prick and
wiping it on my lips. "That sure be some killer head,
girl."
"Let me get some of that," the other guy pulled out of
my pussy and took me by the hair. I leaned back over
and sucked his still hard cock while I jacked the
driver.
Meanwhile, in the back I heard a lot of shifting.
Above the seat i could see nikk's head presed against
the ceiling and the head and shoulders of one of the
guys as he kissed nikk and sucked her tits. The other
guy's back was pressed against the other door, and I
saw one of tam's skinny, white-stockinged legs suddenly
drape itself over the seat. I raised my head, and the
guy I was sucking let me peer over the seat.
The one guy with the big dick had his dick fucking
tams' mouth while he played with nikki's tits, and the
other guy had her skinny legs spread wide and was
fucking her hard. tam-tams was squealing, but she was
muffled. As the one guy fucked her, she started
fucking back real good. The big dick guy pulled out of
her mouth and let her cry out. "Pull down your jeans
and let her suck your pussy," he whispered to nikk.
"Give us an extra baggie," nikki panted.
"Sure," he agreed, helping nikk unzip her jeans and
work them down past her crotch. She rolled down her
panties past her thighs and sat on tam-tams' face.
This was nothing new to us. We'd all done each other
plenty of times. In fact, tam-tams loved eating pussy,
which is why started letting her hang with us in the
first place.
Before that, we kind of thought she was a stuck-up
twit.
I watched for another few seconds before my head was
back down at the guy's hard cock. The driver scooted
me around now so that my wet puss was on his side of
the seat now. I had jacked him back up to a hard-on
with my hand, so he now spread my ass-cheeks and
doggied me up my cunt. As I bucked my hips, my ass hit
the steering wheel, which hurt, but I couldn't change
the angle. I knew I'd have a bruise there tomorrow.
The whole Lincoln now rocked with fucking, and both the
guys fucking us were really drilling us. tam-tams
especially. When guys get at her thin body, they just
fuck her brutal. She just kind of curls up and
whimpers, and sometimes it's like she might break in
half. But she never does.
"Fuck, yeah, tams," nikk hissed, and I knew the sound
of her coming.
"Let me back in there," the guy with the big black dick
said.
"I wanna come in her pretty little mouth."
The guy I was sucking came then, and he lifted my head
so he sprayed on me. I used the chance to peek back
over the seat and saw tams getting brutally face and
puss fucked by the two guys while nikk swapped spit
with the big-dick guy. Then the guy in tams' puss shot
his load and buried his tool real deep inside her. The
big dick guy took about another two minutes, probably
the longest of tams' life, before he shot his load in
her mouth. When he finally withdrew, some of it
dribbled out of tams' mouth (she hates to swallow), and
nikk rubbed her pussy into it, and tams spit the cum in
nikk's pussy.
The guy in my puss was the last to cum, and he fucking
took it to me, too, battering my butt up against the
steering wheel while I rode his black thunder-fuck.
Then we kind of sat there and let the guys fell us all
over while we hiked back on our panties and jeans.
Someone emerged with seven baggies, and we crawled out
the car back into the cold night. Total time, about
half an hour.
When we staggered back into Magic Beans, Sean and Josh
were there. Nicky had a smile on his face. "So?
What'd you get for us?"
"You'll see," nikk laughed and pecked him on the cheek.
I sat next to Josh who gave one of his concerned looks.
He made no bones about not liking what us chicks did
for shit, especially in the Lincoln. For all his
liberal communist stuff, he doesn't like that we fuck
black guys one bit. Nicky, on the other hand, can't
get enough of listening to tales about his whore chick
friends fucking black dick for shit. Sometimes when
we're stoned, he'll insist we tell him all the details.
Then he'll whip out his dick and nikk will usually suck
him off while I tell the tale.
Mikey doesn't seem to mind that much, even though he
and tams are pretty tight. He always puts his arm
around tams when she gets done. He's so protective.
He always calls it taking one for the team, which he
got from his football days, he says. He and tam will
fuck like crazy later when we're all stoned, and I
think the whole thing turns him on a lot more than he
says. Besides, I think he loves tam-tams (who
doesn't?), so it really doesn't matter.
Sean's the only one I can't figure out. He seems to
have no reaction at all to our exploits, even to thank
us for working the extra baggie for him. Sometimes
that pisses me off, but since he never even asks for
stuff from us, I guess I really can't complain.
"So back to your belly-button," nikki turns to tams
after we're all back situated again. "We have to take
care of that. Tonight," she adds.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Thrasher Girls II - "Pierced"
We had been discussing getting tam-tams pierced for
about an hour after we did the guys in the Lincoln.
tams was pretty much stalling on us, trying to change
the subject. But nikk wouldn't let it alone, and
neither would Nicky. He liked to watch us get pierced
and tatted, and the idea of seeing tams get it really
turned him on.
She's so innocent looking, and the way she acts you'd
think she wasn't a slut like me and nikki. Even now,
after we'd just fucked four black guys for shit, she
looked like a fucking model for some magazine.
Sometimes that pissed me and nikk off, like tonight
when she was acting all stuck-up about getting her
belly-button pierced.
Mikey wasn't much help either. He was so in love with
her that he kept trying to change the subject, too, and
get her off the hook. Josh was being Mr. Silent-
Pissed-Off because I'd been fucking the black guys in
the Lincoln again. He always gets all quiet and
just stares at me, which pisses me off a lot because
it's not like he doesn't take the shit I get for him.
As for Sean, he was just being Sean like always. He
was just sitting there watching us in his kind
of creepy way. So it was up to me and nikk and Nicky
to get tam-tams pierced, and we weren't taking "no" for
an answer.
"I'll do it next week, okay," tams said after nikk
brought it up again. "Just not tonight. Let's just go
do some shit and have some fun." She squeezed Mikey
which meant she wanted to fuck him.
This, of course, was putting Mikey on her side.
"You aren't getting out of this AGAIN!" I said to her.
"It's the same thing every god damned time with you."
"Why is this such a BIG DEAL to you guys anyway?" tams
asked.
"Because it is!" I replied. "You're just such a little
pussy sometimes."
"Hey, listen, guys," Mikey said. "Just lay off her,
okay. Besides it's way too late to get anything
tonight. She'll do it next week."
"Yeah," tams agreed. "It is way too late. I promise
I'll get my belly button pierced next week. We can go
after school some day. I swear. Really."
I looked at nikk, who just flashed tams a pissed as
hell look.
"Well, it wouldn't have been so late if you weren't
here dicking us around. Pussy-girl," she added.
"I am not a pussy-girl," tams said under her breath.
"It's just too late, okay. I'll go next week. You'll
see."
"It ain't too late," Sean suddenly spoke. We all
turned to him because he never talked to any of us
unless we asked him a question first.
"What are you talking about, man?" Nicky asked.
"I know a guy," Sean looked at Josh. "You know Simon,"
he half-asked Josh. "That guy you met the other week
when we were scrounging for amps."
Josh came out of his silence and nodded. "Yeah," Josh
said.
"Guy has tatts and shit all over his fucking body.
So's his wife.
Like some kind of bikers or something. Scary, too," he
said.
"He does pierces and tatts," Sean said to tams, "and
he's
probably home right now. He'd do your belly."
nikk smiled at Sean and turned to tams. "So what is it
going to be, pussy-girl? You gonna pussy out on us
again?"
"I ain't gonna go to some scary biker guy and get my
belly pierced. I'll get AIDS or something," tams
whined.
"Pussy-girl!" I said. "That's what you are. nikk's
right.
You're a pussy-girl."
"I am not," tams replied.
"Say you're a pussy-girl," nikk teased her. "Say 'I'm
a big pussy-girl.' Admit it!"
"You guys can go fuck off," tams said.
"Come on, tams. Just say you're a pussy-girl and we'll
leave you alone, pussy-girl," I laughed. "tam-tams the
pusy-girl, tam-tams the pussy girl."
"Fuck you ronni!" tams looked like she was going to
cry.
"Oh, look, pussy-girl's gonna cry," I laughed. "Just
like a pussy-girl."
"You know, we're going to have to tell everyone what a
pussy-girl you are now," nikk added. "That'll be your
new nickname at school. No more tam-tams, just pussy-
girl. How's that sound, huh, pussy-girl?"
"Fuck you all!" tams said, standing up. "I ain't no
pussy-girl."
"Then prove it," I said.
"I will .. like I said next week."
"Tonight!" I said. "Tonight or never. You don't go
and do it tonight, and you'll be pussy-girl from now
on. That's it. That's the deal."
She looked at me and then nikki, her two best friends.
We weren't fucking around, and she knew this. Even
Mikey was quiet now because he didn't want me or nikk
pissed at him. We had all been tight for years, and
tams was the newbie here, and her Miss Innocent
act was getting old. It was time she did like the rest
of us and became one of the set for good.
She looked like she was going to cry at any second, and
even though I felt bad for her I wasn't going to let
her cop out of this.
Neither was nikk. We just sat there and waited for her
to make the next move. "Okay," she whispered, "I'll go
over there and see this guy. But if he's some sick
diseased fuck I'm outta there, okay."
"You get the pierce tonight," nikk said. "No
bullshit!"
tams glared at nikk and me and stormed towards the door
of Magic Beans. We all got up and followed her. She
stopped when we were all outside and turned to us.
"Where is this fucking guy?" she said to Sean.
"Over on West 6th," Sean said. "About 10 minutes from
here. I can drive."
"I need some shit," tams reached out to nikk who handed
her a baggie as we all followed Sean to his station
wagon. nikk then doled out the rest of the goodies,
and we were all getting wrecked in about five minutes
as Sean slowly cruised down the streets to his friend's
place. In the backseat, I got close with Josh, but he
still acted all pissed off and shit. I licked his neck
and squeezed his crotch. He tried to ignore me, but
his breath picked up.
nikk was in the front seat with Sean and Nicky and she
was giggling. I looked over the back of the front seat
and she had Nicky's cock out of his jeans and was
stroking it, playing with the row of silver balls
pierced on his cock. With her other hand she was
stroking Sean's crotch and playing with his zipper. I
looked bacj over to Mikey and tams who were next to me,
swapping major spit, and tams was gasping hard as Mikey
dug his big hands into her panties.
I took some more hits and slapped my mouth over Josh's.
he tried not to move at first, but he just kind of gave
up when I wrestled his cock out of his pants. He has a
nice cock with a killer tatt of a raven on the cock
head. He also has a gold ring piercing his cockhead
right by the piss hole. When he fucks me, this rubs
against my labe and clit studs and it's like he's
shredding my puss it feels so fucking excellent. I
like big cocks up my cunt, like the black guys who'd
just drilled me an hour earlier, but when I really
want to get fucked its a thick cock with pierces in all
the right places that makes me cum unbelievably.
Josh's cock is pretty perfect in that respect, and even
though it's not huge it's always hard-all the time-and
it's over six inches which means it fills me pretty
good, too, especially when I sit on it or he fucks me
doggie-style real hard.
When his cock is finally free, he bites my tongue a
little and then takes me by my hair and pushes my head
down. I take one last hit, and my brain is all fluffy.
I start giggling and aim my tongue stud right at the
raven tatt oh nis cock head. This is like Josh's
target, and it's real sensitive, so I work the ball on
my tongue right there for a few seconds before I move
down to the ring piercing Josh's pisser. Two stabs and
a few licks later, and he jerks around wildly and
shoves my whole mouth down around his swollen cock. He
jam fucks my throat, and I dig my hands into his shorts
so I can play with his balls. He keeps pounding my
mouth harder around his prick, and I can tell he's
still very pissed about the black guys in the Lincoln.
Whenever we fuck after I do those black guys, Josh is
real hard on me because he's so pissed. It's like he
wants to show me he can fuck me better than black guys.
I think he's hung up about the size of his cock
compared to them. I think this is kind of silly, but I
never tell him that he really doesn't have anything to
prove because it's so hot when he's this way. He'd
never understand that between fucking black guys and
white guys, not one's better for me than the other.
It's just different, like chocolate and vanilla ice
cream. I love them both.
His cock head is bumping the back of my throat and I
gag a little and squirm because it is a little hard to
breath with some guy jam fucking your mouth. Josh
pulls my hair a little, forces me to stay down a few
seconds with my throat filled with his dick, before he
pulls me up again real slow. This makes his dick seem
so huge, and I drool down the sides just the way he
likes me to. I swirl my tongue-stud around his pisser-
ring and he jams me down again, even harder. His ass
tightens up and lifts off the car seat, and he fucking
rams his cock head into my throat and holds it there
while he fires a hot load of cum. My jaws fucking ache
and I gag a little, but I suck it all in. Then he
yanks me up and down by the hair so that I can milk all
the cum out of his prick. Some of the cum slops out of
my mouth and greases his pole and balls. He moves my
head around by my hair and I clean up all the cum with
my tongue.
Then he lets my head rest gently in his lap and I just
lick and suck his still hard cock and he strokes my
hair. Sometimes I really love Josh, I'm just sorry he
gets angry so much.
Mikey's huge cock is out in full view and tams is
stroking it while he sucks on her small pointy tits.
Her panties are down to her ankles, and I rub her pussy
which is sopping wet. She turns to me and kind of
smiles. She's still pissed at me I know because of
before, but we're buds always, especially in situations
like these.
"Hey, you gonna fuck that big cock or what?" nikk asks
from the front seat. "cause if you're not, I'll climb
back there and do it for you."
"Fuck off, nikk," tams gasps and then she slides her
cunt up Mikey's leg and just sits on his big cock. He
presses up into her and stuffs it between her thin,
white legs. The car is still so cold that there are
goosebumps all up her thin legs. I lean over and lick
her goosebumpy thighs while she begins to slam up and
down on Mikey's meat. "Oh, shit!" she gasps, biting
Mikey on the shoulder while she rides his slam. Then we
all just watch her body glide up and down and listen to
the slap-slap of her wet cunt against his big balls. I
play with her puss and his balls and nikk leans over
the front seat so that she's kissing and biting the
back of tam's neck and her ears. I hear another plop-
snap and see that Nicky has gotten behind nikk and
entered her cunt from behind.
So there we are-tams is riding Mikey's big cock, while
nikk and I are playing with her, and Nicky is slamming
nikki's hot pussy from behind. I reach up with my
other hand and play with nikk's tits which are now
inches from my face. Her nips are like tootsie-rolls
pressing out against her bra and her top. I lift her
top up past her tummy and lick the piercings in her
belly button. Her tummy gets all tight, and her abs
tense up. I work the top up to her underarms, then
I tug down her bra cups so that her boobies are free.
I tickle her pierced nips, tugging on the tiny nipple
rings, and she tightens up even more. Nicky is really
drilling her, too, and she is wobbling back and forth
like a blow-up doll. I run my tongue-stud over her
pierced nips and bite down on the rings. I tug at them
again and she grunts in true nikkie porno fashion. We
all know when nikk is about to cum because she starts
grunting like a horse or a seal or something, really!
Over the seat I could see her slamming her ass up
and down along Nicky's hard, pierced pole and I knew
exactly what she was feeling in her cunt. Nicky has
the short fat cock that's pierced all over, almost to
the point where his dick is more metal than flesh.
When he pumps you, it can fucking hurt, and scrape you
so that there's blood. He fucks so hard and so good,
though, that you just kind of put up with it, even
though it sometimes feels like a cheese grater
being shoved up there. When your puss is super hot,
though, the pain is pure pleasure, and that's what nikk
was getting now.
Her whole body was shivering, and she was grunting even
louder. This was getting tams and Mikey off big time,
too, and Nicky especially, When you fuck nikki p. and
she's grunting like that you just do it even faster and
harder. It inspires you. I know when I'm eating her
puss or dildo fucking her or we're rubbing our pierce
clits together, I go wild when I hear her grunting. It
makes you fuck her harder so you can hear more of it,
it's so fucking hot. That's another reason we call her
nikki porno, because she fucks so unbelievably hot she
should be in pornos. Too bad she's only fifteen.
Anyways, I bite her nips right when I feel her shaking
like crazy because after fucking her so many times I
now this makes her explode when she's cumming. She
goes into a serious thrash when i do this, and Nicky is
just pounding away. I feel Josh's hands on my puss
now, and he's tearing down my jeans and panties. "Fuck
me," I gaps to him as I scoot up and point my bare ass
in his face. I feel his tongue lick my cunt and
asshole which are already sopping wet. I am licking
tam-tams' ass now and she is kissing nikk on the mouth
and biting her tongue. Nicky is squeezing nikk's tits
and tugging at her nip rings. Mikey is hammering up
into tams and she is getting all tight now.
Mikey blows suddenly on a down stroke, and his cum
floods tams' pussy and spills out over her thighs and
the seat. I lick her thighs, puss and asshole and the
taste of Mikey's cum gets me going into warp-drive,
too. "Fuck me!" I hiss at Josh again, and he stabs
his pierced prick into my puss at just the right angle,
his pisser-ring nudging my clit ring and pressing it
deep into my cunt until it grinds against the bone
between my leg and puss. "Right fucking there!" I yell
as if he doesn't know. My own tummy gets all queasy
and tight as Josh slaps in and out of my puss.
tams' begins grinding her ass in circles around my
tongue, and I bite her clit. "Fuck!" she cries, and
she bucks up and down with Mikey's cock still hard and
inside her puss. As she cums, I lick her clit hard
imagining how much harder her skinny body would cum
with a stud pierced right on the hood of her clit. I
get a mouthful of her fresh puss juice mixed with
Mikey's cum, and I drink it all up.
"Hey, guys, I've been going around the block for like
fifteen minutes," Sean suddenly says. "We gonna do
this tonight or not?"
"I'd say tams is ready," nikki giggles. She climbs off
Nicky's cock and starts putting herself back together.
tams shrugs her shoulders and smiles stupidly. Between
getting stoned and boned, she's all blissed out and up
for just about anything I'd imagine. I concentrate on
Josh's cock now, and slam my butt down every time he
thrusts his cock up. His pierces are rubbing mine just
the right way, like always, and he's slamming my clit-
stud into that cunt bone every time we mash together.
"Fuck it, Josh, fuck me!" I holler and everyone in the
car is cracking up. They know how loud I get when Josh
fucks me hard, and they're always teasing me about it.
"That's it, Josh, fuck her," nikk leans over and
brushes her lips against me cheek. "Feels good,
doesn't it, ron?" she whispers in her ear as she bites
my ear lobe.
"Fuck yeah," I yell back. I find her mouth, and we
french, knocking our tongue studs together and biting
the tips of out tongues until we both taste blood. Two
more slams against my cunt bone, and Josh fucks me to a
cum. My tummy gets even tighter and queasier, and
I kind of go limp like a rag doll as he fucks his cock
to its own cum.
"Well, I'm fucking parking now," Sean tells us, and as
Josh fires into my puss I feel and hear the car come to
a stop. I look up and notice we're in a driveway in a
real dark, old neighborhood. I remember Sean saying
the guy's place was on West 6th, which is in a pretty
bad part of town. Lots of bikers, gangs, blacks,
puerto ricans, etc. I felt my cunt get wet all over
again. Fucking in this neighborhood was making me hot.
We started pulling ourselves together as Sean turned
the car off, got out, and went up to the door to check
if the guy was home.
My cunt was filled and dripping with Josh's cum, which
I loved the feel of. I hiked up my panties and pulled
my jeans back on. tams was already together again and
looking as sweet and innocent as ever ... DAMN HER!
She just looked so pure sitting there, like she was
untouchable. I didn't know how she did it. She was as
much a slut as any of us, but yet she just seemed to be
above all that. Fuck, sometimes it pissed me off.
I guess that's why nikk and I wanted to see her get her
belly pierced so much. We knew she'd cry like a little
girl when that needle punctured her belly. She'd
bawled like a baby when she gotten her little tatt, and
it had turned us on so much, especially afterwards
because we both fucked her raw and made her cry some
more.
This is the THING about tam-tams that makes us all want
to fuck her so bad. She's all scared and shit, and she
cries like a baby, but she'll still hang around and
take it because she actually loves it like we all do.
That's the fun, to make her do something she doesn't
want to do, and then see her cry and shit but really
get off on it. nikki is especially hard on her like
this. After she got that tatt, when nikki and I fucked
her, nikk did her ass with a big black dildo and tams
was crying real hard. But nikk wouldn't stop, she just
kept fucking her ass with that dildo and saying shit
like, "You like getting fucked with my big black cock,
don't you fucking slut?" tams would be crying "no,"
and begging nikk to stop, but she came like four times
while nikk fucked her skinny ass and I ate her pussy,
which was so wet I thought I was going to drown. Then,
when we were all done, tams just kind of cuddled up to
nikk and me and we kissed her for almost an hour.
So, that's tams for you, and I knew tonight would be no
different. Just by the way she rode Mikey's dick, you
could tell that even though her mouth was saying "no,"
her cunt was screaming "yes."
Still, her eyes had the frightened look of a lost
puppy, and she seemed almost hopeful when Sean came
back to the car. "Is he home?" she asked, rubbing her
tummy where the piercing was to go.
Sean smiled a creepy smile and said, "Yeah, come on."
We all piled out of the car and walked up the drive to
his garage. A light was on, and when we got inside I
could feel a space heater warming the cold air. I
looked through the steam of my breath and saw three
older guys and two older chicks sitting around a flat
table. Each of them was covered in tatts and pierces.
Josh and Sean hadn't been kidding when they described
them as scary biker guys.
The chicks were probably in their late twenties, maybe
early thirties. One had dirty blonde hair and a pretty
ugly face with teeth missing. The other was almost
gypsy looking, very dark hair, eyes, and a pretty
face. Her teeth were fucked-up, too, though, with
chips and a gap between her front teeth and her two
pointy teeth which made her kind of look a vampire.
One of the scary biker dudes was real fat and his hair
was under a bandana. The other guy was real rad
looking, kind of spiked hair and a hot face and bod. I
noticed nikk checking him out, and I knew we would be
fucking him in a few. The last guy was real thin and
pale and he looked like a serial killer. He wasn't
wearing a shirt and his tatts were like some huge mural
all over his skinny, pale chest. Demons were coming up
out of the ground, and they were fighting angels, and
kicking the crap out of them. Some big demon was
ass-raping what appeared to be Jesus with a huge spiked
cock shaped like a crucifix. Other demons were gang-
raping what appeared to the Virgin Mary. This guy was
definitely creep-to-the-max, and I looked at nikk
again. She smiled and I knew it. We were going to
fuck all these guys tonight. We both looked at tam-
tams who was shivering from the cold and her terror.
nikki licked her lips and rubbed tams' skinny ass.
tams would be getting it, too, tonight.
nikk and I would make sure of it.
"So these are them?" the skinny serial killer guy
looked at all of us. His eyes flashed and it terrified
the fuck out of me. I shivered and felt the cum in my
puss get all hot and sticky as my own juices started
flowing again. I had to fuck this guy.
"Yeah," Sean replied, pointing to tams. "She wants her
belly pierced."
"How 'bout you girls?" he sneered at nikk and I. "What
do you want?"
He came across so pure evil that I couldn't speak.
nikk just kind of shivered, too, and for nikk to get
like that meant she was wigging big time.
"I want to go," tams suddenly said, her teeth
chattering.
"Really, guys, I want to go."
"Have it your way, bitch," serial killer guy sneered.
He went back to the syringe lying on the table and the
cable around his arm.
"Hey, sorry, man," Sean glared at tams. "Fucking punk
kids," he looked at the fat biker guy and tried to
apologize.
The fat guy grunted, and the five went back to what
they were doing.
"She'll get it," nikki suddenly got her voice back. "I
mean we're here, and she's gonna get it. Don't listen
to her. She's a pussy-girl. She'll do what I say."
Serial killer guy looked up, interested again. "And
who are you, her master or something."
"Kind of," nikk nodded. She turned to tams. "Take off
your shirt and bra, tams," she hissed. "Now!" she
added when tams didn't make a move.
The five turned their attention to tams who looked like
she was going to puke she was so scared. Her eyes pled
with everyone in the room, but even Mikey didn't look
like he was about to cut her any slack. We all wanted
to see little miss sweet and innocent take off her top
in front of these five freaks. She started crying, and
I suddenly walked over to her. With everyone watching,
I told her to shut up and I began taking off her coat.
She did nothing to stop me, not even when the coat came
off and I lifted up her top.
"Fucking flat as a fucking board," hot scary guy spoke
for the first time. "What is she thirteen or
something."
"Fourteen," I found myself saying. "She's a freshman.
We're sophomores, okay," I added.
"Man, look at her shake," fat scary guy laughed.
"How you cunts gonna pay for this?" serial killer guy
asked.
"I don't work for free."
"You can fuck her," nikk said nervously.
"Fuck her?" serial killer laughed. "She looks like a
fucking cherry cunt. I'd fucking kill her."
"I ain't no cherry," tams finally got her voice. "I
fuck. Just ask them."
Serial killer looked at Sean. "She fucks," Sean
grinned.
"Little girl likes to fuck nigger cock, too."
"'Zat right, cunt," the fat guy got up now and walked
over to where I was now sliding off tams' bra and
exposing her tiny, pointy titties. "You fuck nigger
cock?" he stretched out his beefy hands and stroked
her cheek roughly. "You like nigger cock?"
"I ... " she didn't finish, just nodded.
"I'll fuck her, Simon," he turned to serial killer guy.
"I'll fuck her nigger-lovin' ass real good. Show her
what we do to nigger lovin' white trash whores." The
five freaks laughed, and the chicks looked even more
primed than they guys. "How's that sound, girly
cunt? You want me to teach you what we do to nigger
lovers around here?"
tams burst out crying, the five laughed in response.
The fat scary guy cupped tams tiny, egg-sized tits in
his callused hands and rubbed, tweaked and squeezed
them. She cried even harder and I rubbed her shoulder,
her tears making me so fucking wet I couldn't believe
it. By the end of the night, she was going to get
fucked hard by all these scary freaks, and the thought
of what lay ahead made my head and puss swim.
"I take it you give skull, too," the fat guy gripped
her chin with one hand, tilted her head up and made her
look him in the eyes. "I ..." she couldn't finish. She
broke it out into more tears.
SLAP! the fat guy's blow cracked across tams' sobbing
face, and she straightened up. "Answer me, girly
cunt."
She nodded her head desperately up and down.
"You give Norm some good skull, and maybe I'll think
about sticking your belly, okay," the serial killer guy
called Simon told tams. "Now get down there and show
us what you've got, girly cunt."
tams hesitated, but I pushed down on her shoulders and
she sank to the floor.
"You wanna see your little girly cunt friend get
skulled, don't you?" the hot scary guy looked in my
eyes. "That turns you on, huh?" I smiled and nodded
at him. "You wanna come over show me some of your
skull?" he pointed to the bulge in his black jeans. I
left tams' side and crossed the floor to where he sat.
"You some kind of hot cunts, huh?" he laughed, grabbing
me by the hair and yanking me down to my knees before
his bulging crotch. "Show me some skull, then, cunt.
Show me what kind of skull a hot little tough cunt like
you can give me."
As I wrestled with his zipper I felt nikk slide onto
the floor next to me. SLUT! I told myself. She was
always doing this, trying to take away my cocks. I
looked out of the corner of my eyes, and she was
licking the hot guy's outstretched hand. She pulled
down his jeans after I worked the snaps apart and
zipper down. I fished my hand in and got the first
handful of cock, though, and I snatched it out into the
cold air. It was hard, greasy and covered with some
serious tatt action. Flames all over the shaft and
balls. His nuts were seriously pierced, too.
My nose wrinkled at the stench of his unwashed prick,
which was even more locker-room rank than the black
cocks I'd tasted earlier that night. There was also an
oily, greasy layer of fluid coating his prick that was
bitter to the taste. When i lifted up the shaft to
lick the underside, I noticed a five-inch silver chain
had been pierced into his prick flesh from the bottom
of his cock head to the base of his cock where it met
his scrot sack.
nikk, the SLUT, saw it, too, and because she was at a
better angle underneath his crotch, her tongue-stud
found it first. She pressed it up against the top of
the chain and then let loose with a raspberry. He
fucking jumped out of his boots when she did this, and
I knew the SLUT had him. She continued raspberrying
his cock chain, up and down his shaft, leaving me with
only his oily cock head to pleasure.
Pissed at my slut friend, I gouged out his piss hole
with my pierced tongue, slobbering and nibbling all
around the fleshy helmet to let him know I was down
there working him. When nikk took a breather, I took
the opportunity to nudge her out of the way and inhale
his pierced six-plus incher all the way down my throat.
"That's it, girly cunt. Give me some skull," he yanked
me up and down his cock by my hair, snarling it in
tight bunches around his fingers. He fucked my face
brutally, his nuts smacking my chin and throat while
all the other freaks laughed. "Now let me have some of
yours," he pulled me off his prick and shoved it's
greasy length between nikki's slick sucking lips. He
had her red hair tangled in his other hand, and she
bobbed back and forth helplessly as he skull fucked her
pretty face.
I rubbed my puss as I watched my SLUT friend get hers.
Without thinking, I reached over, unzipped her coat,
and rubbed her big tits through her top.
"Together now," he pressed my face against nikk's, took
his cock out of her mouth, then aimed it between our
open lips. We closed our lips together in a kiss with
his cock sliding in and out between our lips. "That's
good," he said. "Double skull fuck." He kept fucking
between our lips for another minute or so before
pulling away.
Our lips collided again. and I devoured nikk's tongue.
The taste of his foul, greasy cock on her lips got me
cunt real wet, as we swapped his spit and pre-cum
between our thristy mouth. "Fucking girly cunt
whores," he spat at us and stabbed his cock between our
mouths again.
Through the haze of his cock and nikk's hot mouth I
could hear the fat guy, Norm, also ranting. I twisted
my eyes around so I could see what was happening to
tams out of the corner of my eyes. Norm's cock was
about nine-inches long, very fat and very uncut. His
thick forsekin was hanging from the base of his cock
like another set of nuts. His cock only had one
piercing, right through the shaft where his cock head
met the beefy stalk. It was a ring of silver balls
that looked like a spiked dog collar. Every time he
pumped his meaty shaft between tams' stretched-out
lips, it scraped the corners of her mouth and drew a
tiny trickle of blood that dribbled down her chin.
"Clean out my foreskin, girly cunt," he dragged her
mouth down his shaft by her hair and mashed her mouth
into the thick pouch of foreskin hanging from the base
of his cock. "Get your tongue in there, cunt," he
gasped as she obeyed him. I could see the tears
flowing from her eyes, and I could only imagine how
foul the inside of the fat man's foreskin tasted. I
could see some kind of cheesy shit seeping out from the
wrinkles, and tams was forced to suck it in, too.
"Suck it!" he commanded. "Suck my foreskin." She
could do nothing else, and then I noticed for the first
time that she had worked her skirt and panties down and
was playing with her puss furiously as he dominated her
mouth.
"Pay attention, cunt," the hot freak I was sucking
jerked my head back to his cock and slammed its full
length into my mouth. Now nikk watched as he choke
fucked me hard. I couldn't breath, and I began gagging
as his cock head hit the lump in the back of my mouth.
I started spitting up, but he didn't stop. nikk now
opened my coat and pulled down my top, biting and
sucking my tits while he skull fucked me and I choked.
"You like watching them, huh?" Simon appeared to be
asking Josh, Nicky and Mikey. "You like watching your
cunt girlfriends?"
"It's all right," Nicky said.
"Yeah," Mikey said.
Josh didn't say anything, and I could just imagine the
look in his eyes as he watched me skull the hot freak.
"Let's see that bod, whore," the gypsy freak chick was
by me and nikk now. nikk was standing up, and the
gypsy-looking chick was helping her strip. I could see
nikk kissing her, and my puss was so hot. The hot
freak had his cock shoved up to his nuts down my
throat, and he shook his hips back and forth, drilling
even more into my throat as his nuts slapped against
the bottom of my chin.
"Owww!" tams was sobbing, and I turned over to her.
With all his pierced cock slab shoved down her throat,
Norm was now strangling her thin neck with his ham
hands as he skull fucked her like a rag doll. tams'
face was turning purple, and for the first time in my
life I actually found myself scared at getting fucked.
This freak could actually be killing tams. I tried to
wrestle free of the hot freak's grip, but his grasp was
like iron. So I watched helplessly as the fat freak
strangle fucked tams limp body. Then I saw what was
really going on.
tams was still playing with her pussy like a psycho.
There was a fucking puddle on the floor beneath her
puss. Then I saw her whole skinny body shake, and the
fat freak let go. He took his beefy cock out of her
coughing mouth and cum spurted from his piss hole like
a burst water balloon. tams was shaking like a leaf as
she strummed her clit like a crazy woman. Then her
eyes went all hollow and glassy, and she collapsed with
Norm's huge cumshot pouring out of the corners of her
mouth. She had this weird smile on her mouth, too, and
she started licking the fat guy's boots while he
queezed even more cum out of his prick and it dripped
on her face and neck.
"You ever cum like that before, cunt?" Norm teased
her. tams shook her head dumbly. "All you cunts like
that, having the wind choke-fucked out of your cunt
heads," he laughed. "Makes you fucking cum so fucking
hard, doesn't it?" tams nodded dumbly. "You need to
get you some of this. Simon," the fat freak laughed as
took tams by the hair and dragged her over to where
Simon stood by Josh and the rest.
I wanted to watch what happened next, but the hot freak
in my mouth picked right then to pull out of my mouth
and spray a hot cumshot all over my eyes and nose. As
I tried to clear my vision, he wiped his greasy prick
all over my face and hair. "Hot fucking skull for a
girly-cunt," he spit in my eyes again. "Your cunt as
hot, whore?" he asked.
"We'll fucking see, asshole," I replied without
thinking. Then I saw the flat of his hand, heard a
loud CRACK! and everything went dark for a second.
When I snapped back to reality, I was only aware of a
sharp aching pain all along my jaw. I tasted blood and
figured it was my own. Another sharp pain in my scalp,
and I helplessly raised my head to look in his eyes.
"No one fucking talks to me like that," he spit in my
eye, "especially some girly-cunt whore. You got that?"
I could only nod as I tried to wipe all the cum out of
my eyes. When my eyes cleared I saw that the gypsy
chick had nikki naked, on all fours and lapping at her
puss while the other freak chick was smacking nikk's
pink, tattooed ass with a spiked paddle.
While nikk squirmed and ate pussy, the dirty blond
freak chick smacked away with one hand and spread
nikk's pierced labes with another.
First one finger, then two, then three, until she was
shoving her four fingers into nikk's hot puss. Then I
felt someone tearing at my jeans, and I turned to see
Sean, his thin, tattoed, pierced eight-inch cock
looming above me. I reached around and stroked his hot
fuck stick and it reared back like it was snake. He
was intently focused on my asshole, dabbing his fingers
in my wet puss and using my fuck juice to lube my
shitter.
Watching the blond freak chick work over nikk's ass and
puss, he was inspired to imitate her, and he smacked my
ass and finger fucked my shit hole as I continued
stroking his nice hard cock.
"You want that, huh?" he asked me.
"You know it," I said back to him and licked my lips.
"Up your ass?" he asked, not that mattered, but I
figured he wanted to hear me say it.
"Yeah, babe, up my ass," I replied.
"Hold her down," Simon interrupted us, and I turned
back to where Norm, Simon and Nicky were struggling
with tams. By the terrified look in her eyes, I guess
she'd come down off her fuck high and was back in
reality. Nicky was stripping her completely and the
hot freak had joined them. She was forced onto her
back and set down on the small table. Nicky had one
leg, the hot freak the other, and Norm's fat body was
sitting across her chest, facing her cunt. Norm's lard
ass was smothering tams' face, and every time she
struggled he sat down on her screaming mouth and
farted. Simon had a needle gun prepped and began
swabbing tams tight, skinny tummy.
"Lick my asshole," Norm grunted at tams. He put his
entire weight down on tams head, and kicked her skinny
bare legs like a bug trapped under a sharp pin. "Lick
it!" he ordered again, and I could see him ease up as
tams went to work fucking her tongue in and out of
his fat lard asshole.
"Look at the cunt," Sean gasped in my ear as he bent
over me and pressed his cock head against my sphincter.
"Look at the little whore get stuck. You like that,
don't you?"
I nodded my head and gasped when he stabbed his cock
into my ass. Although he'd lubed me up a little with
my puss juice, my asshole was still pretty dry, and it
hurt like hell as I could feel his pierced eight-inch
cock scrape the tender skin inside my pooper as he
drove it in. "Hey .. ouch .." I desperately tried to
tell him to take it easy.
"Shut the fuck up, whore," he sneered, as he bounced
himself forward, feeding more and more of his thrasher
cock up my shitter with every thrust. It stung like
hell, and I could feel more and more of my ass-skin
tear and bleed. I tried to reposition myself to take
him at a less painful angle, but he was having none of
that. He pressed his weight down on me and began
really poring it on. "Hey, Josh, get over here," he
called off. "I want to watch the whore suck your cock
while I fuck her ass."
I looked up at Josh who was staring into my eyes with
pure pissed-off rage. He watched me drive my ass down
to meet Sean's hard thrusts, and he saw how I was
melting under the brutal buttfuck. I'm sorry, Josh,
but I guess I'm a slut. I like to fuck. I'm sorry if
that pisses you off because I'm not some kind of goody-
girl who wants you to be my one and only. That's me,
and that's my fucking life.
Now come over here and let me suck your cock while Sean
fucks my ass hard.
Josh seemed to read what I was saying with my eyes
because he crossed the room slowly and stood before me.
I reached up and wrestled his cock out from his jeans
and shorts and devoured it. I wanted to show him that
I still wanted to make him feel good, that even though
I like to fuck a lot of different people he was still
special to me. I still loved his cock-the look of it,
the taste of it, the feel of it. I ran my tongue stud
all up and down the shaft, and he shuddered.
"You were right, man," Sean gasped as he plugged my
butt.
"Her ass is a fucking dream."
"You like that cock up your ass?" Josh asked me as he
pumped into my throat. Unable to speak with my mouth
filled with his meat, I just nodded and tried to smile.
"Look at your whore friend," Sean moved my head
sideways so I could suck Josh and look at tams.
All the fight had gone out of her. She was limp like a
skinny blow-up doll. Nicky and the hot freak had her
legs spread apart like a wishbone. Norm was squatting
on her face smothering her mouth with his shithole.
Simon was standing between her split legs with his
jeans down and his stiff, freakish cock pointing
straight at her labes.
I had never seen such a pierce job before. His seven-
inch cock was covered in what appeared to be pieces of
armor. The pieces seemed to joined together by some
kind of chain mail mesh that must have folded up like
an accordion when his cock was limp. It was the most
beautiful terrifying cock I had ever seen, and tams
could obviously see it every time Norm lifted his huge
lard ass off her to give her some air. She was
shrieking like a baby seal, and hearing her made my
cunt get so wet it sloshed up and further lubed my
shithole.
Simon had the needle gun lying in wait against her
belly button. Then, as the others held her perfectly
immobile, he stabbed the needle into her navel at the
same time he drove his armor-plated cock deep into her
tight wet cunt. Her skinny body went rigid and she
thrashed hard. The three guys holding her down did not
allow her to wiggle one inch to either side, holding
her perfectly still while the needle gun pierced her
belly button and Simon ravaged her tight puss.
"Fucking do her!" nikki called out as she rubbed her
face in the gypsy freak chick's pussy and the blond
freak chick pounded her fist into nikki porno's ultra-
hot, ultra-wet puss. I know how hot and wet nikk can
get when she's getting done hard and watching something
as sexy as seeing tams get hardcore pierced. The blond
freak chick just kept punching her fist into nikk's
cunt while the gyspy freak chick came in buckets all
over nikk's face. nikki licked and drank the gypsy's
fuck all up like it was water and she'd been in the
desert for two years.
Meanwhile, Simon withdrew the needle gun from tams'
belly button and began inserting a small silver ring.
tams was weeping hard, and the harder she cried the
harder Simon fucked her tight cunt.
Judging by the way she was screeching, that cock must
have felt like a fucking armadillo burrowing up tams
puss. She was white as a sheet, too, and the more she
curled up in pain the more savagely Simon tore into
her.
"Move up," Simon told Norm as he changed needles in the
gun and groped one of tams tiny, pointy, egg-sized
titties. tams felt the cold steel against her tender
tit-flesh and howled even louder before the metal sunk
into her pink nipple. She thrashed around like a wild
rabid animal, but the guys were pumped now, and they
weren't letting her budge an inch. A trickle of blood
collected on tams' pierced nip and Simon sucked it up
and smacked his lips. Then, quickly and skillfully, he
withdrew the needle gun and slipped a nipple ring into
the entry and exit wound.
Her other puffy tit was next, and by this time tams was
pretty much exhausted from fighting it. She only
moaned now as the needle gun punched another hole in
her tit-flesh and Simon sucked the blood from tender
nipple. Norm, meanwhile, had been rimmed to the point
of no return, and he took his beefy cock and dumped
another load of cumshot on tams glassy-eyed face. She
licked it up with a real zoned out expression on her
face, as Simon finished her second tit and inserted
another ring. He now produced a chain from his pocket
and threaded it in between the rings on her belly
button and matching nipples. He wove the chain into a
triangular pattern that pointed down to her cunt, which
he was shredding with his armadillo cock.
Once the chain had been completely threaded, he tugged
at it and stimulated the various pressure points he'd
pierced-her belly button and her nips. Every time he
tugged, tams would let loose a squeal that began as
agony and then melted into ecstasy as he teased each
spot and fucked her brutally. Sadistically, he seemed
to be coaxing her skinny body just to the point of
cumming before backing off and starting the whole
process over again.
Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably now, bathed
in sweat. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and she was
wildly impaling herself down his armored cock, trying
everything she could to cum.
Simon would not allow this, though, freezing his body
in mid-thrust and taunting her, backing away and making
her chase her cum down the length of his freaky cock
while he tugged at the chain that sent sparks through
her tummy and titties.
"Please ..." she gasped, licking the sweat from her
lips.
"Please let me cum!"
"Say 'Hail Satan!'" Simon the sick fuck spit at her.
"Say 'Fuck me, Satan. Make me cum!'"
"Hail Satan!" tams shrieked. "Fuck me. Make me cum!"
she cried desperately as she tried to grind her tight
puss down onto Simon's freak cock.
"Do you want me to pierce your clit next, whore?" Simon
asked.
"Yes," she pleaded. "Pierce my clit. You can do
whatever the fuck you want, just fuck me and make me
cum. FUCK!" she howled as Simon stabbed into her and
in one stroke had her cumming so hard I thought her
head might explode.
Sean watched this and plowed my ass like a madman. i
was so turned on watching tams, though, that I'd almost
forgotten I had cocks in my ass and mouth until Sean
pulled out of my ass and stepped around to where Josh
was ramming my mouth. Sean opened my mouth wider and
slid his cock in alongside Josh's, and I was suddenly
gagging on two cocks. I couldn't fucking breath, and
it only got worse as both guys shoved their pricks even
deeper into throat.
Then I felt another cock at my asshole. It was Mikey
who started banging my butt while I choked on my double
decker dick sandwich. I went limp and Josh fired in my
mouth and then Sean. I sucked them both dry til my jaw
ached was numb. Then they slid their pricks out and
wiped them on my face. I zoned out for a few, then,
only slightly aware that Mikey was plowing my asshole.
Then I felt him pull out, too, and shoot a hot cumshot
all over my face. As I licked him clean, I could taste
the unmistakable taste of tams on his balls and fuck
stick, and this got me hot all over again.
I got back to reality and moved my head up. tams was
just lying there on the table limp while Simon pierced
her clit and played with her tight puss. nikk was
being fucked now by the hot freak lying down below her
in her puss while Norm tried in vain to wedge his fat,
pierced prick up her asshole. Now nikk's ass fucks
like a dream, and I've seen her take a dp from two
pretty well-hung niggers. But Norm's meat was not only
super-thick but pierced with that weird stud collar
right below his cock head. This made getting inside
nikk's juicy asshole pretty hard, and as he huffed and
puffed his vicious stabbing just turned nikki porno's
cunt to butter.
The hot freak fucking her felt her start going crazy
and when she started her horse grunting he just about
flipped. "Shove that fucking mule dick up her ass," he
screamed to Norm. "You gotta feel this girly-cunt's
hot fucking body. She fucking fucks like a fucking
dream. She needs it up her ass, you fat faggot! Fuck
her up the ass!
She needs it in both holes. Come on, you cocksucking
faggot. Slam it up that hot ass of hers!"
"Fucking cunt!" Norm bellowed at the top of his lungs
as he pounded up into her shitter and felt the inside
of her asshole give way and open wide. "I'll fucking
you up the ass, you fucking cunt!"
"Do it, nikk!" Nicky cheered nikki porno on as he stood
by her face and rubbed his short, thick, pierced cock
along her drooling lips. "How do you like that big
pierced cock in your ass?"
"Fuck yeah!" nikk grunted and started snorting even
louder.
This got both guys frying, and they tore both her holes
open with no mercy. Nicky then sprayed a heap of cum
on nikk's snorting face which made her bark like a
fucking seal. Norm's fat cock ripped her ass so wide
it even fell out a few times on the his backstrokes.
The same happened to the hot freak's cock in her puss,
and at one point they both plopped out at the same time
and then both entered her cunt at the same time. Two
hot hard cocks fucking her puss at the same time sent
nikk into a fuck frenzy like I'd never seen before.
Her grunts and barks turned into a fucking banshee
yell, and she slammed her body down on both cocks and
then collapsed in a huge cum. They continued fucking
her like a rag doll, Norm getting in her ass again and
tearing it open once more. Then both freaks shot in
seconds of each other and continued fucking her hard
til they were drained completely.
The two freak chicks now descended on nikk's blasted
ass and puss and licked her clean while she purred. I
looked back at tams, who was now on her stomach with
her ass pointed in the air. Simon's freak cock plowed
into her ass down to her balls, and as she lay there
helplessly pinned under his weight he began drawing
tatts all over her back and ass. She tried to wiggle
herself up and down on Simon's cock, but he wouldn't
let her move as drew. She was stuffed completely with
his cock, and she just had to take it as he scoured
her back with the sharp pencil.
It was a wonder to watch him work. In the middle of a
colorful pattern of scales and roses he put drew a big-
titted demon whore. The when he reached her asscheeks,
he withdrew his cock from her shitter and worked on her
skinny, fleshy cheeks. He wrote "Girly" on her left
cheek and "Cunt" on her right cheek in a real cool
script that looked like old Gothic writing. Her skinny
ass bled with every puncture, and by this time we were
all sitting around getting stoned out of our minds
while watched Simon use tams' body like a canvas.
When he was done, tams couldn't even stand up. She was
so weak she couldn't even dress herself. In that
state, each of the freak guys and Nickey all fucked her
doggie-style while she just shook like a leaf and
drooled out of her cute mouth. Then nikk and I dressed
our little doll and got her all put back together.
We'd been there almost five hours when we left and it
was starting to look like dawn when we drove home. I
was cuddled up with my head in Josh's lap licking his
never-ending hard-on. Mikey was holding tams and
rocking her back and forth like a little baby. nikk
was up in the front getting fucked doggie by Nickey as
she sucked off Sean, who was trying to drive on the
right side of the road.
Somehow we all made it home ...
*** *** *** *** *** ***
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 «-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.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Thrasher Girls IV - "Nikki's Story"
"So, anyway, what the fuck happened with Cheryl last
night?" I asked nikki p. the moment I sat down. Nicky,
Mikey and tams were sitting with nikki at one of the
back tables in the high school's cafetorium. Nicky was
major wigging. His pupils were the size of dimes,
obviously still coming off the shit from last night.
Tams was just cuddling up to Mikey, all lovey and
droopy. He was eating it up, too, lapping at her face
like big old dog. I was beat to hell myself, and in a
weird way their smoochy kissy-faces kind of made me
wish I had someone to hang onto.
"It was so fucked up, ronn," nikki giggled behind the
sunners that almost covered her whole face. If her
eyes were anything like mine, they were flaming this
morning. It's a good thing I wear my regular glasses
to school because they're tinted a little, and when I'm
hung-over no one even notices, not even my mom. Nikki
lets everyone know, though - the dark sunners, the
floppy gray hat, and the total flannel look going on.
I can smell her from across the table, too-sweat, smoke
and stale beer. It gets in her clothes, skin and
breath, and it can be pretty gross. She probably
hadn't even slept yet.
Nicky wasn't looking too good either. He was chugging
OJ and kept trying to crack his neck. I noticed the
flannel nikki was wearing was one of his old shirts.
It didn't take Sherlock Fucking Holmes to guess where
she'd spent the night. Nicky's was the easiest place
to crash because his parents were like non-existent.
Sometimes I try to imagine what it would be like being
him, my parents never around and not giving three shits
when they were.
My mom can be a real pain in the ass, but at least
she's around, usually being a pain in the ass. I just
show her my report card, and it always shuts her up,
though. My teachers tell her how great I am, and she
gets off my case for awhile. Nikki always says I'm
lucky because at least I've got a place to sleep at
night no matter what.
Nikki's parents quit wasting their breath on her last
year when we were freshmen. Nikk stayed out late a few
nights, and she found her ass locked out and on the
street. That's when she started hanging with Nicky
because she always had a place to crash. Nicky knew
Josh, and Josh and I were going together, so that's how
nikk and I got tight. Nicky and nikki fuck a lot, but
that's all it is with them. They both go ape-shit over
porno, too, and nikki is always over in his room
looking at all the dirty pics Nicky downloads. Then
they fuck I guess, but I never really ask her about it
anymore. I figure she'd tell me if she wanted me to
know.
"So what the fuck happened with Cheryl anyway?" I
looked at my watch. We had about ten minutes before
the first bell.
"She fucking freaked when we got in the car, Ron,"
nikki laughed. "I mean fucking freaked. That guy
Tyrone made her get in the backseat, then he and the
other guy got back there with her."
"Where were you? In front?"
"Yeah, they told me to keep an eye out. I kept a
fucking eye out all right."
"So what the fuck happened?" I kicked her under the
table.
"Jesus, aren't you all Miss Fucking Nosy-Ass?" nikki
smiled.
"So how 'bout you, ronn? What's that I see caught
between your teeth?"
"You tell me what happened first, then I'll tell you."
She looked around to the other tables then raised her
voice.
"You never would have believed it. Cheryl Davies
sucked both their big black cocks at once," she said
loud enough so that everyone in the fucking place could
hear her. Nicky and Mikey started cracking up, and
even tam-tams giggled. "That girl flipped her shit
when they got her ass back there. That one guy, he
ripped off her fucking turtleneck and started sucking
on her boobs, and, Tyrone, he tore her shoes off and
pulled down her jeans. The other guy made her take out
his dick then. She just kind of laid there not doing
anything at first, but then he told her take out his
dick, and she did. Then she sucked his cock ."
"His big black cock?!" Nicky added loud enough so that
everyone could here.
"Yeah," nikki caught on, "his big black cock. Cheryl
Davies sucked his big black cock and he fucked her
fucking face with it, too." Nikk was getting off on
the crowd now. "Tyrone, he rubbed her puss and kept
slapping her ass til she leaned back far enough and
spread her legs so he could fuck her. Then he fucked
her hard," nikki told the growing crowd. "That nigger
fucked Cheryl Davies so hard the fucking car was
rocking. Then the other guy shot his load right in her
face and wiped it off in her hair."
"You fucking losers make me sick," a guy from the next
table spat at us. "No one believes a fucking word
you're saying, you stupid cunt." He looked right at
nikki. "So why don't you just shut the fuck up?!"
"Was I even fucking talking to you, asshole?" nikki
shot back.
"Shut the fuck up, whore," one of his buddies joined
in. The second guy was Todd Petrokowski, a major macho
asshole who picked on just about everybody.
"Who you calling a whore?" Mikey suddenly woke up from
his nap with tams and spun around.
Mikey is one scary motherfucker when he stares you
down. He's big and his eyes go right through you.
"I'm calling your slut friend a whore, you cocksucker!"
Petro stood up.
"Really?" Mikey stood up, too, now, and everyone
cleared out.
It was just Mikey and Petro ... and nikki p.
No one saw it coming. I sure as fuck didn't. Nikki
flew across two fucking tables. She tackled Petro like
some WWF lady, and his lame ass was pinned to the
floor. Her fingernails went right for his fucking
eyes, and she jumped up and down on his chest. She
knocked the fucking wind out of him and gouged his
fucking eyes. When Mikey dragged her off, the lamer
was crying like a fucking baby. He started going at
nikki. Nikki was being held by Mikey, but she could
still kick. Her docs landed smack in the guy's nuts.
He went down hard then, his chin hit the fucking floor.
He was lying on the floor moaning, groping his nuts and
crying.
Teachers started moving in now that it was over. I was
trying to calm nikki. Someone grabbed me. I was
pumped from seeing nikk kick ass. I swung so hard my
glasses fell off. I started swinging like crazy when
all the arms started grabbing me. Someone picked me up
and bear-hugged me hard. I was kicking my legs like
crazy trying to hurt anyone I could kick.
"That's enough Rhonda!" the arms bear-hugging me said.
"Enough!"
I kind of drifted back into reality and recognized Mr.
Lodge. He was my government teacher and an assistant
basketball coach. He was a pretty huge guy, and he had
me so I couldn't move my upper body. I saw three
teachers hauling nikki away. Lodge followed them,
holding onto me so tight I just got tired. Other
teachers were questioning Mikey and tams. Somebody
called the nurse for the lamer rolling around on his
ass. I wanted to spit on him, but I was too far away.
"Just calm down," Mr. Lodge told me. "Rhonda, calm
down."
"That fucking bastard deserved it," I screamed at
everyone.
"Nikki kicked his fucking ass and he deserved it."
"Don't you remember what I told in class - Everything
you say can and will be used against you in a court of
law?" he seemed so calm, almost like he thought the
whole thing was funny. Lodge is a cool guy, and
definitely the best teacher in this piss hole. He used
to run the school newspaper before I got here. The
students printed an article about how Principle Ormsden
parked in a handicapped spot in the school parking lot,
and Lodge approved it. Ormsden kicked him off the
newspaper after that, but didn't fire him. Lodge was
the only teacher anybody ever really listened to.
The more I calmed down the stupider I felt. I didn't
want Lodge thinking I was stupid. "Miranda rights," I
blurted, thinking about what he'd just said.
"You're lucky I'm not a cop, or I'd have to testify you
confirmed Nicolette's guilt," he kind of laughed. "The
next time you girls decide to rumble, remember to keep
your mouth shut afterwards." He reached around me and
put my glasses back on. He must have picked them up
before he grabbed me. I thought that was really sweet,
and I calmed down some more.
"He started it," I argued. "He called nikki a whore."
"You're a little too old and much too intelligent for
me to give you the 'sticks and stones' speech," he
half-laughed. "So save it for the Inquisition, okay?"
He set me down on my feet and let me go.
"We're like in deep shit, huh?" I asked him when we
started walking again.
"You could say that," he chuckled.
"You don't seem so pissed," I noticed.
"I figure Petrokowski had it coming to him," Lodge
grinned.
"I'm kind of glad he got it from Nicolette in front of
the whole school. He won't be acting so macho now.
Maybe some of the freshmen will get a break for
awhile."
"What do I say to them?" I asked. We turned the
corner, and the office was straight ahead.
"The truth if they ask you. I'd keep anything else to
yourself if they don't ask." Lodge was the coolest.
It had felt weird being bear-hugged by him, almost safe
in a way, like he wasn't going to let anything happen
to me. I thought about fucking Lodge as we approached
the office door. I thought about fucking him good and
hard and listening to him call me Rhonda. I hated my
fucking name, but when he said it I liked it, probably
because he wasn't using it just because he was mad at
me, like mom and step-dad did.
"Thanks," I told him when we went through the doors.
Nikki was already sitting in Principle Ormsden's
office. Lodge led me in right behind her. Ormsden
looked at Lodge. Lodge pointed to a chair and I sat
down. Ormsden looked at Lodge again, but Lodge just
took a spot against the wall and stood there. I took
it that Ormsden wanted to ask Lodge to leave. Ormsden
looked pretty pissed.
"If that boy goes to the hospital, you'll both be
responsible," Ormsden started right off being a prick.
But it wasn't like I expected a hell of a lot more.
"Ronni didn't do shit," nikki shot back. "She was just
sitting there."
"Not from what I saw!" Ormsden glared at me. "It took
Mr. Lodge and three teachers to restrain her."
"Rhonda wasn't involved in the fight," Lodge cut in.
"I saw the ending of it. Rhonda was nowhere near the
fight. It was two tables over. She ran over to nikki
when it was over. Mr. Althen grabbed her from behind
her back and twisted her arm. That's when she broke
free and started swingng. I grabbed her before she
could even hit anyone."
"And did you see the whole fight, Norm?" Ormsden asked.
"I saw enough of it."
"But not the WHOLE fight."
"No," Lodge shook his head.
"You are both suspended," Ormsden declared. "You will
sit in my office here while we call your parents. You
are to stay off school grounds for one week."
"Mr. Ormsden do you really think ..?" Lodge began.
"I don't remember consulting with you on this, Mr.
Lodge,"
Ormsden interrupted him.
"But suspension, sir, don't you think ..?"
"I think one week's suspension is hopelessly inadequate
to deal with fighting in my school, Mr. Lodge. These
young ladies here probably think this is all some big
joke, isn't that right" he glared at nikki. "Your
stupid principal just gave you a week off. Isn't that
how you look at it?"
"I look at it that you're an asshole," nikki cracked
under her breath.
Ormsden bit his lip like he was tough. "Do you see
now, Mr.Lodge?"
"I see a fifteen-year-old acting like a kid, Mr.
Ormsden," Lodge was going to stand his ground no matter
what. It kind of made me wonder who he was doing it
for, himself or us, or to get some shots in at Ormsden.
"With all due respect," he added not too sarcastically.
Ormsden stood up and walked out of the office. Lodge
followed him. Nikk and I were by ourselves.
"Think I fucking split his nuts?" she asked me, not
even trying to speak low.
"You fucking baked his ass," I told her. "Did you see
him lying there holding his dick in his hands, crying
like a fucking little baby." I looked outside the
office and noticed Ormsden's secretary, Ms. Turner, was
listening in on us. Turner's like 35 or so, real
skinny and her face is kind of strained all the time.
She looks like she's on meds for her nerves or
something, and whenever she walks by she reeks of
menthols. Tams calls her the "white witch" because she
is always so pale.
"Fucker won't be calling us whores again," nikki
smiled.
"Tell me what else happened last night."
"Here?" nikki looked a little surprised.
"Why the fuck not?" I replied. "We're suspended,
aren't we .?. What the fuck does it matter?" I jerked
my head towards Ms. Turner. Nikk looked over and saw
the bitch was listening in. Nikk Porno always likes a
fucking audience .. she fucking loves an audience.
"So where the fuck did I leave off, anyway?
"Cheryl had just gotten in the car." I remind her.
"Oh, yeah .. well, she got in the car, in the backseat
with Tyrone and Jimmy, I think his name is. And she
was scared as shit. She kept looking at me, but I was
like, 'You wanted to hang with us, girlfriend, and this
is what we do .. who we are, you know ..?"
"Yeah," I nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking
about.
"So what the fuck did she say to them?"
"At first she was like real quiet, just sitting there
letting these guys molest her ass, you know. When
Jimmy started trying to kiss her, she freaked and
started trying to get away, but he was like 'What's
wrong, bitch? You prejudiced or something? You don't
want to kiss a black guy? You afraid what all your
little white-ass friends are going to say to you and
shit?'
"So he turns over to me and says, 'Hey, freaky girl,
you're white, right ..? What you think of your little
friend here fucking black guys.'
"And I said, 'As long as she gets us our shit, I don't
care who the fuck she fucks.' But then I told them to
take it easy on her 'cause she ain't never fucked no
black guys before. And Tyrone says they'll be real
'gentlemen,' and then he started taking off her shoes."
"She must have been flipping her shit," I laughed,
looking over at the White Witch and watching her squirm
around in her chair.
"You better fucking believe she was wigging," nikki
caught my eyes when I was checking out Turner, then
spoke even louder. "She was like, 'Why are you taking
off my shoes?'
"And Tyrone says, 'I'm going to fuck you, that's why.'
Then he asked her if that was all right. Can you
fucking believe that shit? Those niggers never asked
us if it was all right. So she just looked at me, and
I told her it'd be cool, to just do it so we could our
shit and get out of there.
"Then she got all quite again," nikki kept going,
"while Jimmy took off her coat and started pulling off
her sweater."
"Did she say anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, like she kept saying 'no,' only it wasn't NO
like 'Get your fucking hands off me!' but like 'No,
you're making me so horny I feel like a slut and I'm
fucking embarrassed or something.'"
"So they got her bare-assed naked?" I cracked up.
"Yeah, fucking took them a few minutes, too, because
she wasn't doing anything to help them, you know. She
was just lying there on the backseat letting these two
niggers strip her ass naked."
"You mean she didn't do anything?"
"She started moaning a little when Jimmy started
sucking her tits. She does have some nice boobs, too.
She'd fucking rip if she'd lose a few, but even then
she's kind of hot, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess, kind of ..."
"Is my widdle ronn-bon jealous?" nikki did that baby-
voice thing that drives me up the wall.
"Screw you."
"You'll always be my little munchy-kin, ronn," nikki
dropped the b-talk and got her voice all sweet like she
can. "You know that .." She melted me right there ...
the slut.
"I fucking better be ..." I cracked her a smile and
checked out Turner. She wasn't stupid. She'd probably
seen "Bound" or "Chasing Amy." She may have even
lezzed a few times herself. I tried to imagine the
White Witch going down on me, or anybody for that
matter. I could see it - real soft and lacy, like with
a fireplace, bearskin rug and white zin - Turner
lapping labes with Mrs. Krause the phys ed dyke.
"But now get this," nikki's voice pulled me back on
line. "She's just lying there on her side, Tyrone's
got his tongue shoved in her snatch, and Jimmy parks
his cock in her mouth, and she's just still lying
there, moaning a little, but nothing else. And Jimmy
says, 'You gotta suck me, baby.' Then he turns to me
and says, 'Tell your friend here she's gotta suck some
cock for your shit.'
"So I'm like, 'Hey Cherry, you never sucked cock
before?' And she shakes her head, but his dick is
still in her mouth, and he goes, 'That's it, baby,
start working it,' like she was doing his dick instead
of answering me."
"So what the fuck did she do?" I watched White Witch do
fucking dominiques in her chair.
"What did SHE do? More like what I fucking did," nikki
exploded. "I had to like teach the girl how to suck
cock. I'm like, 'Lick the head and jack it up and
down. Slide some in now, a little more', like I'm her
fucking coach or something. And she's doing it, too,
everything I tell her. I'm like, 'Lick his balls now,'
and she buries her nose in his scrotes and does it."
"She licked his balls?" I was fucking impressed.
Cherry might just be a thrasher afterall.
"Yeah," nikki's voice got deeper and I could tell she
was getting hot now from all the talk, and the
remembering, and knowing the entire principal's office
was listening to her explain how she taught some pep
squad cow to suck black cock. "Then I told her to ..
put 'em in her mouth and suck 'em," she imitated Chef
on Southpark.
"You fucking crack me up," I burst out laughing.
"So she's sucking his balls and he is going ape shit.
He's like crawling up the backseat of the car she was
sucking his shit so hard. And he's like, 'Yo, baby,
not so hard. Go back to my cock now. I wanna give you
some of my cock.'
"So, she gets off his balls and opens wide, and he
stuffs her face with his big black cock. And by now, I
don't have to tell her nothing 'cause she's in it all
the way. I mean that girl was feasting, and her first
time, too, like with nine maybe ten inches. And she's
just plugging away, really getting into it. Then after
a few minutes of slurping, Tyrone tells her to get on
her back, and she does, because she thinks he's going
to fuck her like he said he was. But then he says
'Double-stuff the Oreo' to Jimmy, and then Jimmy and
him both get on top of her and shove both their dicks
in her mouth."
"You are fucking shitting me?" I spoke up so Turner was
sure to hear every word. "Those niggers made her suck
both their big black cocks at once?"
Nikki was busting by now. "Yes, they shoved their big
black dicks in her mouth at the same time, and she
fucking choked on them," nikki was practically shouting
now. "She had so much hard nigger cock shoved down her
throat she was gasping for air. What do you think that
felt like, ronn, to be sucking cock for the first time
in your life and have two huge nigger cocks shoved in
your mouth and you have to suck the shit out of them
because they are fucking your face and choking you and
shit?"
"That will be enough, girls!" Ormsden burst back into
his office followed by Lodge. Lodge was trying not to
smile, but I could see he was busting, too. "You both
get out of this office right now! I will be speaking
with both your parents tonight."
"Why? Are you going to be down at the Circus Circus?"
nikki got her last shot in. Circus Circus was the
town's most notorious tit bar. "Mom tells me you're a
big tipper." Nikk's mom really worked in a convenience
store.
"My mom will be walking on the corner between Shea and
Seventh after midnight," I joined in, referring to the
notorious hookerville 20 blocks down from Magic Beans.
"You can hit her up there after the Circus if you want
to chat."
"You think you're being so clever, don't you?" Ormsden
was popping a fucking vein by now. "Well, we'll see if
your mothers think it's so funny when I tell them what
you said."
"My mom probably won't be able to laugh with your dick
stuck in her mouth," I heard myself say out of nowhere.
There was absolute pin-drop silence before nikki
busted.
"You are both expelled!" Ormsden hollered. "Mr. Lodge
get this trash out of my school at once."
Lodge pointed to the door and we took it. He was
following us out about three steps behind until we
rounded the corner. "Not smart, Rhonda," he shook his
head.
"But funny!" I added.
"You know, some day you'll learn you don't have to win
every battle. The war is much more important," he
really did seem worried or maybe disappointed.
"You win all the battles, you win the war," I fired
back, my mind still racing. "Ormsden's a pud-wacker.
He won't expel us, and he's certainly not going to tell
my mom I called her a cocksucking whore, now is he?"
"You know, Rhonda, I can't wait to see how smart you
THINK you are when you're my age," he almost smiled.
"Don't try and psych me, Lodge," I laughed. "Can't
psych a psycho.""You're certainly not a psycho,
Rhonda."
"I'd say she's pretty fucking close," nikk put her arm
aroundme and smooched me. Even though she smelled like
last night's beer and reefer, it felt good. "We're
outta here," she told Lodge.
"Listen, school rules say you have to remain on
property until a parent or guardian comes and picks you
up."
"So expel us again!" nikki dragged me out the doors.
"We've got some partying to do." We marched passed the
security guard, who came running out of his little
booth and tried to cut us off. "Lay off," nikki
snapped at him. "We were just expelled. Just ask."
The guard stepped aside when nikki pushed him out of
the way.
"So what the fuck are we going to do now?" My mind was
flying, high, like I was speeding. My heart was
pounding in my ears, to the rhythm of my footsteps. We
hurried up the sidewalk. It was cold, and my coat was
pretty much useless against the wind.
"I say we go to the mall, you know, pick up some
hermans," nikki still had her arm around my shoulder.
"Make some cash like we talked about, then party our
asses off for a fucking week straight."
The idea made me shiver, not from fear, but from the
kind of cold head rush you get just before you swipe
some beers at the Quick-Mart. "Okay, I'm in," I
replied. "Too bad tam-tams isn't here."
"Tams is a puss-bag," nikki kissed my cheek. "You're
my little warrior princess. Did you see the look on
Ormsden's face when you said that? Who the fuck cares
if we're expelled? That was fucking worth it."
"So what else happened with the guys in the Lincoln?" I
wanted to keep us talking and take my mind off the
cold. My bones were already numb. I figured listening
to nikk tell me about how Cherry got herself fucked
last night would warm me up quick.
"Where did I leave off again?"
"The guys had their dicks stuffed in her mouth," I
laughed.
"How the fuck could you forget that?"
"So did I tell you yet how they came on her face."
"Yeah, just now you did, you stupid bitch."
"Well, fuck you, I just won't tell you then,"
nikki kicked me.
"Coome onn," I tugged at her arm. "You've got to
tell me.
The suspense is killing me. I saw the way she was
drooling over Tyrone big-time when we left. What was
that all about?"
"Those boys slammed her white-ass good," nikki's breath
steamed around her face while she talked. "First they
fucked her in the mouth. I thought she was going to
fucking choke on all that dick at first, but she
fucking hung in there. Man her jaws and lips must hurt
right now, probably won't be able to chew for a week."
"They fucked her mouth hard, huh?" I was trying to
envision what that looked like, all that cock shoved in
pep-squad Cherry's mouth.
"She was squealing," nikki laughed. "Then they put
both their sacks in her mouth, and she sucked til they
came all over her face. When they finally got off, her
face was covered in cum. She just kind of looked up at
me all dopey and shit before Jimmy put his dick back in
her mouth. Then she sucked it while Tyrone slides down
and throws her legs up. Then he rubs his prick against
her labes and clit for like five minutes, and she
fucking goes nuts. You know what that feels like, when
some big cock is just driving you crazy and you just
want it shoved up inside you. I think she probably
cummed, too, because she started thrashing around
pretty good when Tyrone finally slammed her. Then he
fucked her good. You know what I mean, the way he can
fuck you so you feel like his cock is the only fucking
thing in the world.
"So I'm watching her," nikki was really worked up now.
"Her thighs are wobbling, and she grabs him around his
ass and starts feeling up his butt. He keeps slamming
her, and Jimmy's playing with her tits. She's getting
banged so hard she's moaning and Jimmy's cock plops out
of her mouth. She can't fucking suck it 'cause she's
getting fucked so hard. So she just rides Tyrone cock
and Jimmy rubs his cock on her face while he plays with
her tits. Then she really cummed! Jimmy's like, 'Yo,
man, I gotta get me some of that.' So Tyrone quits
fucking her, and they just spun her around until her
puss was on Jimmy's cock. Then he sliced her and she
sucked off Tyrone."
"You're making this shit up!" I laughed.
"It's the fucking truth, ronn," she punched my
shoulder. "Now listen, I was so fucking hot by then I
leaned over the front seat and started playing with her
tits and Tyrone's cock while he fucked her face.
She was sucking him real hard, too, like she really
wanted his cum in her mouth. He was jamming it, too,
as far down as it could go. Then he went off right
down her throat. She got all smoochy with his cock,
kissing it and his nuts. And I was like, 'Shit, this
bitch will stay here all night now. We gotta get our
shit and get out of here. I ain't staying in this car
all night watching Cherry fuck these niggers.'
"So I reach under and grab Jimmy's nut sack and blow
him off in like thirty seconds. Then I say, 'That's
enough. Now give us our shit, and we're out of here.'
But Cherry just keeps slurping at Tyrone's cock, and
she still has her fucking legs spread like she wants
some more. So I say, 'Move your ass, Cherry. You
ain't giving your shit away.' Then I started throwing
her clothes at her and telling her to get her ass
dressed. She's still all kissy with Tyrone and shit,
but I finally get her ass out of the car, and that's
when you guys came up."
"You want to know what happened with Hillary and
Manel?" I asked.
"Fuck, yeah," she laughed and took out some smokes.
She handed me one. She got out her lighter, cupped her
hand around the end and tried to light it. The wind
kept knocking it out, so I stood in front of her, my
back to the wind, and shielded her. She finally got it
lit and then used hers to light mine. We turned back
into the wind and I told her what had happened to me
last night after she and Cherry had gotten in the
Lincoln then left for Sean's.
By the time I was finished, we were at the mall. When
we finally got inside, the warm air felt so good I felt
like ripping off my coat and running through the Food
Court naked. Instead we settled for a couple espressos
at the Java Hut and slumped down at a table.
I hate the fucking mall. I sometimes wish I never had
to set foot in a fucking mall again as long as I lived.
I guess maybe it starts with the lighting. It hurts my
eyes. Or maybe it's all the lamers and losers who work
there. I hate when people wear nametags. I know they
have to, but it's always like they are shouting at me
when I see them -- KATHY .. MICHAEL .. ROBERT. I
couldn't give two shits what their fucking names are,
yet I'm forced to learn them. Then there's the rent-a-
cops with their "What are you doing here?" or "You kids
move along" hard-ass bullshit. FUCK THEM! That's why
I hate the mall, plus the coffee is piss, and the
scenery sucks.
"So how do you want to do this?" I asked nikki.
"Chill a few," she said, scoping out the Food
Court. "We
gotta do this right."
"Whatever?!"
"Don't be a bitch, ronn-bon."
"This sucks." I gulped my espresso. "Come on, let's
do something. I want to get out of here."
"Jesus, aren't you being a bitch."
'Just pick some herman and let's do it. I'm
bored."
"Shit, I think we just got spotted," nikk hissed.
"Don't turn around. It's a fucking rent-a-cop. She's
over by Slice of Heaven getting her fucking lunch.
Shit, she does see us. Act cool."
I waited the eternity it took the rent-a-cop to walk
her ass over to our table.
"I didn't know school was canceled today, girls," she
started right off on us. BOBBI her chest yelled at me.
She was maybe twenty-five, cute but kind of butch.
Lady rent-a-cops are worse than the men. They don't
put up with shit from girls. I was just hoping I was
smarter than her.
"They had to shut down. Some pipes burst or
something," I explained.
"Now I didn't hear anything about that," BOBBI
smirked.
"Is that my fault or something?" I asked.
"Where are you girls from? What are your names?" she
glared at me.
"Hillary," I told her.
"Cheryl," nikki added.
"We're from Tennyson," I searched for the furthest
possible school that was still within mall range. "You
want to talk to my mom, she's in Ann Taylor."
"Well, then, let's go and find her," BOBBI motioned us
to stand up.
"You go find her," I shot back. "She told us to park
our asses right here and not move. I get up from here,
and she'll kick my butt when I get home."
"Come on, girls," she waved. "Let's go."
"I'm not moving," I defied her. "I listen to my
mom, not you.
My mom tells me to sit my ass down and stay put, and
that's what I do. I don't need to get my butt beat
because I listened to some rent-a-cop instead of my
mom."
My reasoning threw BOBBI good. She looked around kind
of desperately, then she spotted a guy in a white shirt
and tie. "Don, over here!" she called to him. He
turned from where he was going and trotted over. I
could see his name badge from across the fucking Food
Court.
"Yeah, BOB," he said, studying us. DON - MALL MGMT
knew trouble when he saw it.
"This girl says her mother is in Ann Taylor's and she
told them to stay here. She says she's from Tennyson
and they closed because of burst pipes. Did you hear
anything?"
"No, but I haven't been in the office," DON - MALL MGMT
replied. "You want me to call the cops?"
"No," BOBBIE shook her head. "I'm going to check
it out."
She turned to me. "What's your mom's name, Hillary?"
"Clarice." I was prepared for that one. Never
hesitate when you're shitting someone. They can see
through that right away. "Clarice Winoski. She's got
on a blue ski jacket and she's got dark hair like me."
"Anything else?" BOBBI asked.
"You're supposed to be the detective, aren't you
..?" I shot
back.
"Listen," DON - MALL MGMT tried to be all calm.
"There's no call for that. We're just trying to do our
jobs. You know there are restrictions on minors here
during the weekdays."
"Whatever?!" I shook my head.
"Just sit tight, and we'll sort this out," DON -
MALL MGMT
assured us.
"Can I have another espresso?" nikki turned her
lasers on DON.
"S..sure," he stammered. "I'll get you girls some more
coffee while Bobbi finds your mother." I handed him a
$5 out of my purse, and DON and BOBBI walked off
together whispering.
"How long do you think we have?" nikki whispered.
"Right now, DON is trying to decide whether pissing off
my 'mother' is really worth enforcing his bullshit
rules," I analyzed. "BOBBI doesn't believe our asses
one bit. She's trying to convince DON to run us in.
DON is looking ahead at some huge complaint letter
written by an angry mom to his boss. Since we weren't
really doing anything but sitting here, he's wondering
if he should just let our asses slide and not deal with
the hassle."
"How the fuck can you know all that?" nikk asked.
"It's like you're psychic or some shit."
"I watch adults all the time," I explained, "and I
listen to what my mom and step-dad say about work. No
one wants to get complaints or lawsuits. That's why
people get away with so much shit."
"So, you think we'll like be able to sit here all
afternoon?"
"At least an hour or so, maybe longer. They're bound
to find some other shit to do besides mess with us.
When they finally get around to it, we'll be gone."
"Wope," nikki cut me off. "He's coming back with our
espressos."
"Tell me about Sean's .. quick!" I added with a
smile.
Nikk caught on right away. "Well, we all went over to
Sean's to party, and Nicky and Sean started working on
Cherry right away. A couple of monster bongs, and she
was just flopping around on the couch with them."
Nikki looked up at DON - MALL MGMT as he handed us our
espree's.
"So who did her first?" I asked, checking out DON in
the corner of my eye. Nikki had been talking loud
enough to get his attention, and his jaw was fucking
dragging the floor when he realized what the hell we
were gabbing about.
"Sean got her shirt off. He was going fucking nuts
with her boobs. Then I told him, 'She's got two loads
of nigger cum in her snatch.' And you know how much he
hates black guys. He's worse than Josh that way. And
he starts in on her, calling her a fat cow whore, and
she's too fucking primed to do anything but giggle.
And the more she giggles, the madder he gets. So he
gets his cock out and starts beating her face with it,
calling her a nigger lover and telling her what he does
to nigger loving cows.
"Nicky was really digging this, too. He gets her shoes
and jeans off, and he starts fucking eating out her
pussy. She's still got some cum in there, and he
fucking takes it in his mouth, takes her mouth away
from Sean's dick, and then spits their cum back in her
mouth. Sean is like, 'That's it, cow. You like that
nigger cum so much, here's some fucking more.'"
"That fucking Sean can be a real bastard," I laugh,
just trying to imagine the scene.
"You're telling me. I start saying shit like, 'You
should have seen the way she was sucking those guys and
fucking them. She fucking loved it!' And Sean really
started going ape-shit. Then he asks her, 'Did any of
those niggers fuck your asshole, cow?', and she's like,
'No way.' And he says, 'That's good, because I want
to make sure you feel this.'"
"He fucked her ass?!" I was getting pretty hot now,
especially since DON was obviously flipping his shit,
standing a foot away from nikki porno listening to us.
"Yeah, he drags her by the hair and gets her on all
fours on the floor, and then he fucks her ass hard, no
lube , no nothing .. and you know how much that hurts
when he hits you with that prince alby. She's crying
so hard, I think Nicky feels a little sorry for her,
and he gives her like four more monster bongs. And
after that, she's so ripped, she doesn't care who or
what is shoved up her fat ass. Sean tells Mikey and
Nicky they get her ass next, and they're like out of
their fucking pants waiting their turns.
"Tams starts sucking off Mikey, and I think she's
digging the whole thing, seeing this cow get the shit
she usually gets. Mikey's like, 'You watch me, tams.
I'm going to fuck her ass good.' Then he's like, 'You
know what would really turn me on is if you crawled
under her and ate her cunt and licked my cock while I
fucked her ass.' And she was so stoned by then she was
like, 'Okay!'"
"Tams?! Eating Cherry's puss?!" I burst out laughing.
"I would have loved to see that shit!" Judging by
DON's expression, he would have, too.
"Yeah, it was so cool," nikki was really into playing
miss narrator it now. "I was like so hot by then
watching Cherry get fucked twice that I stripped down
and shoved my cunt in her face. I was like, 'Now
you're going to learn how to eat puss, baby.' And she
was so stoned she just started feasting. I moved her
head around and showed her where to work her tongue
right along my clit ring, and her face just kept
mashing into my puss because Sean was fucking her so
hard, and tams was licking her, and she was all spazzed
out.
"Then Sean finally shot in her ass, and tams licked it
out, then she crawls up to me and Cherry and starts
kissing us both and shooting us snowballs. Mikey's
next then, and he plows into her ass with his big
pierced dick, and tams gets back down there licking his
scrote and Cherry's puss while he slams her. She
fucking cums like crazy then, and tams' face is all
drenched, and she's got Mikey's balls in her mouth,
sucking them while he fucks Cherry's ass.
"I start cumming now, too, and Cherry licks me all up,
you know, like she's been eating puss for years. Nicky
gives me his cock, and he jacks it off between my lips,
getting ready to slam her ass, too."
"How long did Mikey fuck her ass?" I asked, knowing
from experience how long his big cock could go without
cumming if he was stoned.
"He did her ass for like fifteen minutes straight.
Tams got so tired, she just lay there under Cherry
waiting for him to sploogey. Then he just kind of
collapsed on Cherry's back, and she fucking crushed
into tams, and Mikey's cock slid out of Cherry's ass
and was just spurting and dripping all over the fucking
place."
"How does that fucking sound to you?" I looked up at
DON and licked my lips.
"I .. uh ..." he was like heart attack city.
"You like listening to that shit, don't you?" I
smiled at him.
He'd been standing only a foot away from us, but when
we kept talking, he backed off until now he was maybe
five or six feet away. I downed my espresso in a shot,
and nikki did the same. "Hey," I took out some money,
"can you get us some more?" I wagged my finger at him
and nikki giggled. "Come on, Mr. Mall Manager, we
won't bite," I teased him.
He didn't move for another second, then stepped towards
us, legs all stiff like Frankenstein or something.
Nikki moved her chair up closer to the table when he
got up next to us. I held the money out with my right
hand, far enough to make him lean over the table for
it. When he did, I reached under the table with my
left hand and grabbed his dick. It was hard and felt
like a candy bar, all flat and mashed up inside his
shorts. It must have hurt like hell. I stroked it and
locked eyes with him for a second, and he almost looked
like he was going to cry.
Still pumping his cock, I dangled the cash further out
of his reach and turned back to nikki. She was
cracking up, and her hand went under the table too. I
could feel her fingers passing mine and settling on
DON's balls. His pants started wrinkling against my
hand, and I could tell she was rubbing his balls and
ass crack. "So, that was pretty much all that
happened," nikki started talking again like there was
nothing going on.
"You went over to Nicky's to crash, then?" I asked, my
eyes totally on hers while I listened to DON groaning
under his breath.
"Yeah, Mikey dropped Cherry home, and she was so wasted
she could barely stand up, so we had to drag her up her
steps. I think she probably puked, too."
"Did her parents come down or anything?"
"I don't know. We got the fuck out of there."
"So what did you do over at Nickey's?" I smiled at her
and tickled her hand under the table. DON's dick was
doing fucking somersaults in his jockeys.
"We went on his computer and downloaded some porn," she
giggled. "There was a big flood of horsey pics and
Ajax stuff on alt.beast. Then we found some fisting
stuff and a bunch of Jap schoolgirl bondage stuff."
"What were the horsey pics like?" I felt DON's cock
give a little wiggle when he heard nikki say 'horsey.'
"You know, the usual. Some Mexican lady sucking some
horse's dick. There were some mpg's, too, and, you
know, that one where the lady is sucking off the horse
and it blows in her mouth and she's like choking and
shit. Some guy posted that one again. Then another
guy posted a bunch of new Ajax mpgs."
"You know who Ajax is?" I asked DON, scraping my
fingernails lightly over his bulge.
"N .. no," he pretty much whimpered.
"He's a big-ass Great Dane," nikki explained. "And his
owner is this real hot chick and she makes movies of
her and her friends fucking and sucking this huge
motherfucking Great Dane. And these aren't Euro or Mex
shit either, this stuff is made right here. Why the
fuck are all those movies German and Mexican and shit
anyway?" she asked me.
"Animal fucking is legal over there," I told her.
"Well, in this one Ajax mpg last night this lady is
trying to suck his cock, and it keeps falling out, and
then the lady who's his owner she gets down there, and
she's like putting the dog's cock back in her friend's
mouth and making her suck it. Then that same lady in
another clip is just getting the shit fucked out of her
by Ajax and the lady owner is like holding her friend
down and kissing her. Major freak-show. Hey, ronn?"
nikk stopped herself. "Why do you think she named her
dog Ajax after some sink-cleanser stuff anyway?"
"Ajax is the name of a hero in mythology, from the
Trojan War," I answered. "You know the Odyssey and
Iliad? Homer?" I was registering nothing with nikki
porno. "Forget it."
"You ever see a chick get balled by a dog before?"
nikki asked
DON.
"N .. no," he whispered. "I .. I thought that stuff
was illegal. How do you kids see that stuff?"
"It's simple if you have a computer," I told him. "You
just gotta know where to lurk. It's all out there."
"We're going to fuck a dog aren't we, ronn?" nikki
asked.
"I don't know," I answered quickly, not wanting to get
into this right then.
"These guys write us e-mails all the time and ask us to
do stuff so that ronni can write about it," nikki
explained. "Like right now. We're getting you off
under this table, and we'll make you cum in your pants
or something, and ronni will write about this in a
story. She'll change your name, though, so nobody
knows it's you."
"Maybe," I laugh, "if he doesn't give us any more shit.
Are you going to give us any more shit Mr. Mall
Manager?"
"No," he gasped, and I could feel his cock twinge. He
was about to sploogey.
"Would you like to see us fuck a dog?" nikki asked,
sensing he was ready to blow, too. "Huh? I bet you'd
like to see us fucking and sucking some dog, wouldn't
you? I've never fucked a dog before. I bet it would
hurt, especially if they shoved their knot up your
puss. I bet I'd be crying and shit, and trying to get
away, but you would hold me there and make me fuck the
dog, wouldn't you? And I'd have to fuck the dog
because you wanted to watch me."
"Shit," he moaned real low, his knees shaking. I
knocked nikki's hands away from his crotch and pulled
mine away, too. "Why did you stop?" he was almost
crying. "Don't stop. I was just about to ..."
"We want to watch you jack yourself off," I told him.
"Fuck the espressos, we'll give you the $5," I added,
reaching over and sliding the bill into his shirt
pocket.
"What are you talking about?" he was flipping.
"You're going to be our little jack-off whore," I
smiled, lighting up a cigarette. Nikki did, too. I
folded over the 'No Smoking' table-tent and used it as
an ashtray. "Play with your cock for us. Open your
fly so we can see it. Then just play with it and cum
in this," I picked up my espresso cup.
"You girls are nuts," he whined.
"Fuck off then," I turned to nikki. "Come on,
this guy's a
lamer. Let's get out of here."
"Don't go," he pleaded. He reached down, unzipped his
fly and let his prick peek out. "See?" he begged.
"Don't go."
"Gotta show us more than that," nikki laughed. He
fished out more of his prick until it was hanging out
of his fly. "Cute cock," she took over. "Now pump it,
mall guy. Fist that motherfucking cock of yours."
"F.. fuck," he gasped, jerking off, but trying not to
draw attention to himself. He was still being pretty
much shielded by me and nikk, but the Food Court was
getting more crowded and someone was
bound to catch an eyeful sooner or later.
"Ooo, ronn, I think he's gonna cum," nikki laughed.
"Look at him pull his cute little cock."
"Come on, Mr. Mall Manager," I snapped at him. "We
don't got all fucking day."
"Sh..shit," he practically collapsed, and the cum
started shooting out his pisser.
"That's a good bitch," I stuck my espresso cup under
his piss hole, and he aimed his sploogey so that it
spattered inside. "Get it all out, that's it, pump out
every last drop. Fill the fucking cup."
"Now we're gonna watch you drink it," niki laughed when
he was all splooged out, and his slimy cock was back
inside his pants.
"No way," he gasped. "You girls are nuts if you
think ..."
"We've got a cup of your cum, asshole," I cut him off.
"We take this to the cops and they take a DNA test and
match it you, we can get your ass in jail for all sorts
of sick shit."
"Yeah," nikki added, all innocent-like. "We're
minors."
"So just drink up," I handed him the cup. "It'll be
like you're disposing of evidence."
He took the cup. He looked like he was going hurl, and
his hands were shaking like crazy.
"You try and spill that shit and run, I'll cry 'Rape!'"
I told him.
"You girls are fucking sick," he whined.
"So are you, perv," nikki laughed. "You're the one who
pulled your prick out and started playing with yourself
in front of two high school girls."
"Drink it up, and get the fuck out of here," I told
him. "Or I will cry 'Rape!'"
He put the cup to his lips and hesitated. "Please ..."
he begged.
"Chug it, asshole," I finished my cigarette and stamped
it out in the 'No Smoking' sign. I tensed up and
pretended I was going to scream. He tipped the cup
back quick and tried to drain it, but his splooge was
so thick it just gobbed down the cup until it spilled
into his mouth. "Slurp it up," I told him. "We want
to hear it." He closed his eyes and slurped it into
his mouth. Then he lowered the cup. "Let me see the
cup," I told him. He showed it to me. "There's still
some cum left in there. You need to get it all clean.
Then we'll let you go."
He put the cup back up to his lips with no protest. He
stuck his tongue inside and cleaned out the rest. He
then showed me the cup.
"Okay, you can go," I told him, taking back the cup.
"Just make sure that rent-a-cop bitch stays off our
ass. This cup still has enough cum in it to get your
ass busted." He stood there and stared at us for
another second. "I said get the fuck out of here."
DON - MALL MANAGEMENT was gone in a second, dick
between his fucking legs.
"You are one sick bitch," nikki cracked up. "I can't
believe we just pulled that shit off."
"We came here to fuck some hermans and make some cash,
didn't we?" I smiled.
"Yeah, but THEY'RE supposed to pay OUR asses," she
bitched.
"That was our $5 you gave him."
"But he was such a nice little slut," I cracked. "Now
I know how those guys in the Lincoln feel. We've got
our own little bitch now."
We both turned our eyes back out on the food court and
started scoping out the afternoon's action.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
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 ...
*** *** *** *** *** *** **
Thrasher Girls VI
"Flashbacks"
Subject - Rhonda Barnes
Attending: Dr. Bronwen
Session One
Bronwen:
Hello, Rhonda.
Ronni:
Yeah, hi ..
Bronwen:
You look tired. Have you been sleeping?
Ronni:
Not really. It's kind of hard when the chick in the
bed next to me is talking to Jesus all night. You
think if you were talking to God and he could hear
everything you were thinking, you wouldn't have to talk
so fucking loud, you know.
Bronwen:
Does prayer bother you?
Ronni:
No, this fucking place bothers me.
Bronwen:
Really, why is that?
Ronni:
Listen, lady, don't try the psych shit on me, okay ..?
Save it for all the skizzies. I'm just here coz my mom
put me here. That's it.
Bronwen:
And why do you think she put you here?
Ronni:
So I wouldn't go to juvie. Duh!
Bronwen:
You've been here how long now, Rhonda?
Ronni:
Three Days .. yeah, three days .. three full days.
Bronwen:
You seem agitated. Maybe we could do something to
relax.
What do you say?
Ronni:
Okay, I'm game. What did you have in mind?
Bronwen:
Well, what do you do to relax? We could try that.
Ronni:
I like my puss licked, you know, real slow .. and
kissed, real soft.
Bronwen:
Pardon me?
Ronni:
You want me to relax, you can eat me, okay . .?
Bronwen:
Rhonda I really think we need to set some boundaries
here ..
Ronni:
Good idea. Here's my boundary. You call me by my
fucking name, okay.
Bronwen:
Okay ..?
Ronni:
My name's ronni. Not Rhonda, ronni.
Bronwen:
And why is that so important to you?
Ronni:
Because it's my fucking name. How would you fucking
feel if I called you 'Cunt,' cunt.
Bronwen:
Language is very important to you, isn't it?
Ronni:
It's what I speak .. you know, communication? You
should fucking try it sometime.
Bronwen:
I've been reading your stories, the ones you put on the
web.
Ronni:
Usenet ..
Bronwen:
Pardon me?
Ronni:
I don't put my stories on 'the web,' I post them on
usenet. There's a big fucking difference. The web is
for lamers and hermans who pay for their perversion.
I'm on usenet .. newsgroups. We don't pay for shit.
Bronwen:
Okay ..?
Ronni:
You have no fucking clue what I'm talking about, do you
,,?
Bronwen:
As far as computers go, no, I don't. I do know about
your stories, though, and your e-mails. The juvenile
authorities forwarded me your file.
Ronni:
Yeah, after they jacked off to it.
Bronwen:
And why do you say that?
Ronni:
Listen, you think I don't know what fucking goes on
around here.
Bronwen:
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
Ronni:
Did you ever hear of Karen Kaczinski?
Bronwen:
No, why don't you tell me about her ..?
Ronni:
I thought you were supposed to be some big expert.
Bronwen:
Why don't you just tell me about this Karen Kaczinski?
Ronni:
You should fucking know who Karen Kaczinski is. Don't
you fucking watch the news?
Bronwen:
I'm sorry, ronni, I don't know who this person is. Why
don't you just tell me, okay ..?
Ronni:
She's a girl I know .. from West High.
Bronwen:
And how did you meet?
Ronni:
The coffee bar, I guess .. yeah ..
Bronwen:
Magic Beans.
Ronni:
Oo, you did read my stories.
Bronwen:
Yes, that's your hang out, isn't it ..?
Ronni:
Whatever ..?
Bronwen:
You were telling me about Karen.
Ronni:
Yeah, she and her peeps did porno vids.
Bronwen:
Pornographic video tapes ..?
Ronni:
Yeah ..
Bronwen:
She'd watch them ..?
Ronni:
No, she fucking made them .. her and her peeps .. they
made pornos.
Bronwen:
This was a friend of yours ..?
Ronni:
No, I didn't know her that well. I just met her a few
times.
We were going to hook up, but we never did.
Bronwen:
You wanted to make pornographic videos with this girl?
Ronni:
I was thinking about it. I mean it was a pretty rad
idea.
She's like my age .. 15, these guys were like 17 and
18, I guess.
But she got busted last year for making kiddie porn.
Bronwen:
I see ..
Ronni:
No, you fucking don't. The shit made it in all the
newspapers and they even did some story on CNN.
Fucking bullshit!
Bronwen:
What, ronni? What exactly is 'bullshit'?
Ronni:
Bullshit from the Quo ..
Bronwen:
The 'Quo'?
Ronni:
The status quo ..
Bronwen:
Okay ..?
Ronni:
FUCKING bullshit ..
Bronwen:
I'm still not sure I'm following you.
Ronni:
Fucking Quo bullshit, you know, "underage" girls can't
possibly want to fuck anybody. They couldn't possibly
want to do pornos. They must be being raped, or
exploited. Either that, or they're fucking criminals
.. or crazy.
Bronwen:
And you don't think this Karen girl did anything wrong?
Ronni:
What? She fucked some guys on video, and just because
she's not the 'magic age of 18,' all of the sudden
she's into kiddie porn. Big fucking outlaw gangster ..
Bronwen:
This Karen girl was under the age of consent obviously.
There is a law against minors having sex on film and
those images being sold. It's there to protect young
people. Are you telling me you think child pornography
should be made legal?
Ronni:
She's 15. She's my fucking age. She can decide who
she wants to fuck, and who she doesn't.
Bronwen:
And you don't think she did anything wrong?
Ronni:
I take it you do.
Bronwen:
Minors shouldn't be having sex, certainly not on film
for adults to view. Yes, I think that's wrong. What
really matters, though, is what you think?
Ronni:
Well, I think it's bullshit. It was her decision.
Nobody was forcing her. She did it for fucking kicks
and cash. No one got hurt.
Bronwen:
You don't think this hurt her?
Ronni:
What?
Bronwen:
Selling her own innocence, her own sexuality? Putting
all that on videotape for hundreds, maybe thousands of
people to watch for years and years to come. You don't
think that's harming anyone?
Ronni:
The only people it hurt were you people.
Bronwen:
And what 'people' would that be?
Ronni:
Adults.
Bronwen:
Maybe you could explain that ..
Ronni:
None of you made any money off it. Some 15-year-old
girl makes her own pornos, and you bust her ass coz she
didn't make any of you any money .. coz she's 15 years
old, and she did it herself.
Bronwen:
I'm sure that's not why she was arrested.
Ronni:
Really? You think?
Bronwen:
You appear to be very angry about this.
Ronni:
No shit, sherlock.
Bronwen:
Maybe you could explain your anger. Let's start with
your anger towards adults ..
Ronni:
Fucking pigs ..
Bronwen:
Adults?
Ronni:
No, cops.
Bronwen:
The police ..?
Ronni:
BULLSHIT MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKERS I WANT TO FUCK THEM
ALL UP
THE ASS WITH A BLACK FOOT-LONG DILDO TIL THEY FUCKING
SHIT BLOOD!
Then we'll see who the fucking victim is ..bee-
yatches!
Bronwen:
You see yourself and this Karen Kaczinski as victims ..
Ronni:
Fuck yeah ..
Bronwen:
Victims of what? Of who?
Ronni:
The fucking Quo. All you hypocrite fuckers.
Bronwen:
So you don't believe the laws against child pornography
or prostitution protect anyone?
Ronni:
When it's a girl my age's own choice whether or not she
wants to fuck-no fucking way. That's total bullshit.
Bronwen:
And you believe girls your age need no protection ..?
Ronni:
You tell me. WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL YOU TRYING TO
PROTECT ANYWAY? It sure ain't me, so it must be you ..
from yourselves.
Bronwen:
I'm not sure I understand.
Ronni:
Hey, at least the fucking pervs and hermans I deal with
admit who and what they are. You bullshit quos in your
suits and uniforms all want to see the same shit, too,
only you'd never fucking admit it. So you just bust
everybody else, then take the stuff, and 'examine' it
as 'evidence.'
Bronwen:
And that's really what you think?
Ronni:
Listen, don't talk tome like I'm some kind of fucking
kid, okay ..? You can't tell me that all the cops and
prosecutors and judges and all you fucking shrinks
don't take all the 'kiddie porn' and beasty stuff you
bust, go off into some little room somewhere and jack
off to it just like everyone else. All you fucking
assholes get to see that stuff anytime you fucking want
to, and it's all legal for you. But not for us. No,
it's not legal for some 15-year-old girl to film
herself having sex and make some cash off it, coz none
of you fucking quo assholes get your fucking cut.
Bronwen:
We're not talking about Karen Kaczinski anymore, are we
..?
Ronni:
No, we're talking about girls .. girls my age getting
fucked over.
Bronwen:
What about them?
Ronni:
A girl my age who wants to fuck should be able to
without all the bullshit. Nobody gives a shit if a 15-
year-old guy fucks, or if he's 14 or 13 or even 12.
But girls are soooo fucking fragile, and stupid, and
they couldn't possibly want to fuck, could they ..?
Bronwen:
You have a point. There does seem to be a double-
standard at work, and I certainly don't agree with
that.
Ronni:
No wonder guys are so fucked up, and then they go out
and rape girls.
Bronwen:
And why do you think that is?
Ronni:
Coz the Quo tells them this is like the only fucking
way they can ever get girls, coz - you know-girls hate
sex. Unless they're whores, of course, or crazy. Then
you lock their asses up in places like this, FOR THEIR
OWN GOOD, right ..? Coz they're damaged and exploited,
right ..? All us poor girls are just so fucking
helpless and pathetic. We really all hate sex, we're
just too stupid to realize that. And we can't possibly
be allowed to decide anything for ourselves, can we ..?
So, it's up to all of you to protect us, right ..?
Bronwen:
You do bring up some interesting points, ronni.
Ronni:
Really?
Bronwen:
Of course. I've read what you've written, talked to
your teachers, seen your grades. You're an incredibly
smart, perceptive young lady. I truly am interested in
what you have to say .. your opinions.
Ronni:
Okay .. that's cool. Can I tell you something else?
Bronwen:
Certainly.
Ronni:
Go fuck yourself in the ear, okay ..?
Session Two
Bronwen:
How are we doing today, Rhonda?
Ronni:
What happened to ronni?
Bronwen:
I prefer to call you Rhonda. It denotes my respect for
you.
Ronni:
Fuck respect.
Bronwen:
You may not respect me or yourself, Rhonda, but that
doesn't mean I don't respect you.
Ronni:
Eat me!
Bronwen:
Before we begin, I would like to apologize to you,
Rhonda. You acted out against me during our last
session, and I reacted in an unprofessional manner.
That won't happen again.
Ronni:
Too bad, I was starting to respect you after you threw
me out of here.
Bronwen:
You respect strength, don't you ..?
Ronni:
Yeah ..
Bronwen:
I'd like to talk about that. Would you like talk about
that, too?
Ronni:
Do I have a fucking choice?
Bronwen:
We all have choices, Rhonda. In fact, you could decide
to end this session right now and go back to your room.
Ronni:
No thanks. Jesus-girl is having Bible study in there
right now.
Bronwen:
You're still not getting along with your roommate I
take it.
Ronni:
I've got two roommates - her and Jesus. It gets a
little crowded in there, you know.
Bronwen:
Maybe we should start with your roommate. What is it
about her that you don't like?
Ronni:
The Jesus stuff. She fucking asked him what she should
eat for breakfast in the morning - oatmeal or pancakes.
Bronwen:
Could you describe for me in three adjectives what it
is about your roommate you dislike?
Ronni:
Let's see - insipid, drooling, psychotic ..?
Bronwen:
Are you asking me, or telling me?
Ronni:
Ooo, I just love playing Socratic Jeopardy. Let's see-
What is 'Fuck Off!'
Bronwen:
All the words you used to describe your roommate are
indicative of weakness somehow. You see her as weak,
don't you ..?
Ronni:
Amongst other things.
Bronwen:
You've already told me you respect strength. But what
do you think of weakness?
Ronni:
It makes me sick.
Bronwen:
Let's talk about that for awhile, shall we ..?
Ronni:
It's your fucking quarter ..
Bronwen:
I'm interested in strength and weakness and how they
relate to your sexuality. Do you think we could
explore this?
Ronni:
Sure, why the fuck not ..?
Bronwen:
Could you describe to me your first sexual experience
..?
Ronni:
You mean by myself, or with somebody else ..?
Bronwen:
I assume you masturbated before you had your first
sexual experience with a partner.
Ronni:
Who the hell doesn't?
Bronwen:
Could you tell me what you used to think about? What
your fantasies were?
Ronni:
Sure. Batgirl, on the TV show, you know, Batman ..?
The old show, not the cartoon.
Bronwen:
Go on. What did you visualize? What stimulated you?
Ronni:
She was this tough little bad ass in a skin-tight
purple outfit. She rode a motorcycle, and she kicked
the shit out of big tough bad guys - at least that's
what it looked like when I was little. I had this big
crush on her, I guess. I'd come home every day from
school and turn on Batman on the rerun channel. If she
wasn't on, I'd get real pissed. One time I even kicked
over the TV set. Good thing it didn't break, or I
would have been in deep shit.
Bronwen:
You fantasized about her ..
Ronni:
Yeah, you know, kid stuff. Like riding around on the
back of her bike with her dressed in this little
Batgirl costume .. hugging her, you know, feeling her
body in that vinyl rubbing against me. I'd sometimes
rub against this vinyl chair when no one was home and
pretend it was her. When I was like 8 or 9, I felt
something .. like I was sick or something .. as I kept
rubbing against the chair.
Then I felt like this rubberband pop inside my stomach,
and I kind of got dizzy, and I thought I'd hurt myself
or something. I started crying. Then it passed, and I
felt real .. buzzed, you know. I decide the feeling
was pretty cool, and I tried it again in a few days
with the chair. I sat on the arm in my panties with my
top off, and I humped the fucking chair imagining it
was Batgirl. The same thing happened, only it didn't
scare me this time - well, maybe a little, but it was
the kind of scared that comes from doing something you
know is wrong, something that'd get you punished if mom
ever found out.
Bronwen:
Do you remember what else went on in your mind while
you did this? What else you thought about? What else
you visualized?
Ronni:
People stripping Batgirl, peeling the suit off her -
guys, all of these crooks looking at her bare tits.
Then taking off her mask. That's when I always came
during that fantasy.
Bronwen:
You had other Batgirl fantasies ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, there was another one I really liked. She was
strapped to this table with her legs spread apart and
this big saw was cutting straight up to her crotch. I
think that actually might have been in an episode.
She'd be squirming, and then Catwoman would be standing
there next to her, purring and teasing her, peeling off
her clothes while all these guys watched.
Bronwen:
Catwoman ..? Never anybody else?
Ronni:
Sometimes one of the others - the Joker, or Penguin or
Egghead. His big bald head turned me on. I guess it
looked like a dick, huh ..?
Bronwen:
Did it?
Ronni:
I guess.
Bronwen:
Tell me more about Catwoman.
Ronni:
I liked her, too, but she was bad so I knew I
shouldn't. She was always dressed in black - tight
vinyl, too, and she had a whip. I used to imagine her
whipping Batgirl and stripping her. I'd imaginethem
fighting, too. I mean not the stupid kicking they used
to so, but really fighting. Tearing off each other's
clothes. I didn't know about lezzing back then, but I
guess that's what I was trying to think about.
Bronwen:
Did you ever fantasize about men .. Batman or Robin?
Ronni:
No way. They were total sissy boys. My guy was
Donnie, you know, New Kids on the Block. And Steven
Tyler from Aerosmith. That was when I was older,
though, about 10 or 11. New Kids were pretty finished
by then, but I liked them when I was little and all the
girls liked them, and it just stayed, although I didn't
tell anyone.
Bronwen:
Tell me about those fantasies.
Ronni:
I knew about sex by then. I had Family Living in
school. I thought a lot about guys dicks after that.
That was like all I thought about. I mean every guy
had one, and I just wanted to see them all. I tried to
imagine what one would look like, especially Donnie's
and Steven Tyler's. I would think about them being on
stage and singing, and I'd be in the front row,
reaching up, and I'd touch their bulges. And they'd
smile, and lift me up on stage, and we'd dance, and
they'd strip, and I'd play with their cocks while we
danced. Either that, or I'd be in the audience, and
they'd see me, and their dicks would get hard, and I'd
see them inside their pants, and they'd get so hard
they'd like burst through their pants and hang above
me. And I'd jump up and down, reaching up and trying
to touch their cocks.
Bronwen:
When did you start having actual sexual intercourse
fantasies?
Ronni:
A little later. By then, it was straight Steven Tyler.
I read this book by this rock-star groupie - some girl
was passing it around the middle school - and she
described how she'd fuck rock stars after the show in
their dressing rooms, and their orgies, and stuff. I
masturbated about 100 times to that book in one month.
Then, at night when I was going to sleep, I'd have my
own groupie scenes with all these different bands, but
mostly Aerosmith. They'd all fuck me and use me, and
I'd let them because Steven told me, too.
Bronwen:
You were submissive in these fantasies?
Ronni:
Not really. Sometimes I'd blow like three security
guards, maybe fuck their road manager before I got to
Steven and the band. Sometimes these fantasies would
take over an hour and I'd get off like three times
before I went to sleep.
Bronwen:
When did you have your first experience with another
person?
Ronni:
Shortly after I started masturbating like three or four
times a day. I was 12 by then. It was summer, and I
was always watching this guy who lived down the street
- Jeff Torrance. I knew his sister, Amy. She was two
grades younger than me. I was going into Middle School
the next fall. She was going into fifth grade. I
didn't want to hang out with her because she was still
into kid stuff, but I wanted to be around her brother.
He was going to be a sophomore in high school, and he'd
be getting his license in like October.
Bronwen:
So you became friends with this girl so you could be
around her brother?
Ronni:
Yeah, I mean I liked her, I guess, but she acted so
immature at times. So I decided to make her act older,
so we could really hang out together and talk. I told
her about sex. I lied to her and told her I sucked
guy's dicks and fucked them already. She acted pretty
grossed out, but I could tell she wanted me to tell her
more coz she'd always bring it up whenever she could.
So I'd just make up all these stories about all these
guys I'd fucked. I knew she'd eventually tell her
brother all this, and one day when I was over there and
she was inside he came over to me and I could just tell
what he wanted. The way he looked at me, you know,
like he was hungry and I was food.
Bronwen:
What did he say to you?
Ronni:
He was like, 'Hey, you're way to cool to be hanging out
with my little sister. Do you do pot?' And I was
like, 'Yeah, sure, all the time. Why do you have any?'
And he said, "Yeah, me and my friends will get some
tonight, and we'll be over this one guy's house.' Then
he gave me the address and asked me if I'd come over
and party with them. And I said, 'Yeah.'
Bronwen:
What happened then? Did you go over?
Ronni:
Mm hm. I told my mom I was going over to Amy's after
supper and I'd be back by 9 which was my curfew. I
took my bike over to this guy's house, his name was
Breck, and he kind of lived out in the boonies. He was
a minister's son. They had this big barn in the back
of the church, and the guys were already there when I
got there. I was real nervous coz I pretty much knew
what was going to happen.
Bronwen:
What do you mean?
Ronni:
I mean Amy had told him all he shit I told her. There
was no big secret why he asked me over there. He
thought I would fuck, especially if they got me stoned.
I knew he'd told all the other guys this, too, coz they
all just looked at me when I went inside. One guy
whistled and said, 'Hey, the pussy is here.' That
freaked me pretty bad, and I wanted to run. But all
these guys were looking at me, and they were all older,
and a lot of them, like jack, were real hot, and I was
real wet. I'd been wet all the way over, and then when
I was standing in front of them, and they were checking
me out, I just even wetter.
Bronwen:
What else were you feeling? Did you want to run away?
Ronni:
Sure, a part of me, I guess. But I didn't. I mean
this was exactly what I wanted. I was just like, 'Hey,
it's time.'
Bronwen:
What happened then?
Ronni:
I smoked a j with them, then another one. It was on
the second one that this guy, Breck, put his arm around
me and kissed me with his tongue. I had never even
done that before, so I was pretty scared he'd know. So
I tried really hard to be cool. But it wasn't that
hard, you know. I mean after like three seconds I got
it, and I was frenching him back. And all the guys
were like, 'Hey, will you kiss me next, ronni?' That
really got me hot, that all these older guys wanted me.
Bronwen:
And that was all you were thinking? Do you remember
thinking anything else?
Ronni:
Yeah, that I wanted to see their cocks, that I wanted
to be naked in front of them, and see them naked, and
that I wanted to touch their cocks, just like I'd heard
about. I remember thinking about sucking their cocks,
too, and that I'd probably get fucked, too. That made
me real hot, and I started kissing another guy.
Bronwen:
Did they force you to kiss them?
Ronni:
No, not really. I mean they took charge of the
situation, if that's what you mean. But I was hot, and
I'd never done anything like that before, and that's
what I wanted. I started frenching them all, one at
time, and somebody started feeling my tits. I was
wearing this tight pink tee shirt, and I'd slipped my
bra off when I was away from my house and put it in my
bike pack. So I was wearing no bra, and my nips were
sticking out, and the tee shirt was one of those short
ones, so my tummy was showing. Some guy lifted my
arms, and I held them up while he slid the tee shirt
up. I remember how that felt when my tits were out
like that, naked, you know, with all those guys staring
at them.
Bronwen:
So how did that feel?
Ronni:
Weird .. I mean no one had ever seen me naked before,
except my mom. But this was different. They started
touching my tits and playing with them. Now that I'm
older I know this was probably the first pair of tits
most of the guys had ever seen in real life.
They were amazed with them. I felt real good, too, coz
I knew I had
big tits already for a girl my age. My mom was buying
me regular
bras, you know. I never had a training bra. My tits
started
growing in fifth grade, like overnight. I went down
for breakfast
one morning, and they were just poking out of this tee
shirt I had
on. And my mom said, 'You have to change. You can't
wear that
shirt anymore unless you're wearing a bra.' I was
like, 'Whatever/'
Then she took after school and we bought three
bras.
Bronwen:
How did you feel about that?
Ronni:
My tits? I fucking love my tits. They're big, but
they're not like HUGE, you know, probably coz I'm not
some cow, you know. I notice all the girls with HUGE
tits in school are all fat. Mine look so big because
I'm small and I'm not fat, I guess. I also wear stuff
that shows them off, too - you know, tight tee shirts
and stuff.
Bronwen:
And you don't mind that people look at your breasts?
Ronni:
Fuck no! I'm not some uptight bitch. I've got nice
tits.
Big fucking deal.
Bronwen:
Let's get back to the boys in the barn when you were
12. Tell me more about how you felt.
Ronni:
Like I said, I was wet and real excited, especially
when they started sucking on my tits.
Bronwen:
How did that happen? Did someone force you to let
them?
Ronni:
Like I said, nobody was forcing me to do anything. I
was there doing that shit coz I wanted to. When they
started sucking my tits, that felt excellent.
Bronwen:
You didn't tell them to stop?
Ronni:
Fuck no!
Bronwen:
But no one asked you if they could? They just started
doing it?
Ronni:
Listen, I was there to fuck. They knew it, and I knew
it. If I wouldn't have wanted to do that shit, I
wouldn't have gone over there. I may have been 12, but
I wasn't stupid, okay ..?
Bronwen:
Okay. What else can you remember about that night -
what they did, what you did, how you felt?
Ronni:
I felt scared as hell. I mean I was shaking, like I
did when I did piano recitals.
Bronwen:
You play the piano?
Ronni:
Yeah, I mean I did, when I was young up to when I got
out of elementary school. All the kids in 5th and 6th
grade had to do an instrument. I didn't want to
fucking carry some stupid instrument case back and
forth from school, so I picked piano coz they were
right there in the school. Then twice a year we'd do
these recitals. Since I was playing piano, I had to do
solos in front of everyone. The kids playing the band
instruments got to play in a group. I always thought
that sucked.
Bronwen:
So why didn't you just play a band instrument?
Ronni:
Coz I thought lugging that case around would suck
worse, you know.
Bronwen:
But you didn't like performing solo, did you?
Ronni:
No .. I mean, yeah .. I mean it was weird. I hated
going out there all by myself and having all those
people looking at me, but once I started playing I
forgot about that and it didn't matter.
Bronwen:
Why do you think that was?
Ronni:
I don't know. I mean I was still scared and shit, but
I'd
stop shaking all the sudden, and the fear or whatever
it was started
to feel like a real rush. I'd play for like three
minutes maybe,
but it seemed like an hour, and I was terrified I'd
fuck up - you
know, make a mistake in front of everyone, or get lost
in the music
..
Bronwen:
And did you ever?
Ronni:
Once. I once hit a wrong note, one wrong note, and
this kid laughed. I froze, you know, cold shivers, and
I just quit,and it was the worst fucking feeling I'd
ever had. I cried for like a week after that every
time I thought of that, making an asshole of myself in
front of all those people.
Bronwen:
And that was the only time?
Ronni:
Once was enough, you know. After that I practiced that
fucking piano every chance I got. I was never going to
let that fucking kid or anyone else laugh at me again.
I mean I was being forced to play that fucking piano,
but it's not like I didn't care how I did.
Bronwen:
And why do you think you cared?
Ronni:
Coz it was me up there, you know. And I didn't want
people laughing at me and thinking I sucked.
Bronwen:
What other people think of you really matters to you,
doesn't it?
Ronni:
Fuck you, you fat bitch!
Bronwen:
Something about that observation angers you?
Ronni:
I know what you're trying to do, bitch. I ain't
fucking stupid.
Bronwen:
Of course, you're not. So what is it exactly that you
think I'm trying to do.
Ronni:
Psych me.
Bronwen:
Maybe you could explain that more.
Ronni:
Listen, you say, 'What other people think of you
matters to you, doesn't it?' And that's supposed to be
some big revelation to me or something. Like I didn't
fucking know that before, or that everybody's not
fucking like that.
Bronwen:
It was just an observation.
Ronni:
Well, keep your fucking observations to yourself. I
don't need the psych bullshit, okay ..?
Bronwen:
I am interested in these piano recitals, Rhonda. Maybe
you could tell me a little more about them, about how
you felt ..?
Ronni:
You want to know how I felt? Well, when I was done I'd
feel like I was going to hurl, you know, like I'd just
run around the fucking block chased by dog.
Bronwen:
I'm interested more about how you felt during the
recitals.
You said you felt fear, yet exhilaration, too.
Ronni:
Yeah, that's about right.
Bronwen:
And was this how you felt with the boys in the barn
that night?
Ronni:
I said, don't try the psych shit on me, bitch.
Bronwen:
You were the one who first made the comparison between
that night in the barn and your piano recitals. I'm
only trying to clear this up, so I understand it ..
understand why you made the comparison.
Ronni:
It was just a comparison .. the way I felt.
Bronwen:
The feelings were similar ..?
Ronni:
Mm hmm .. nervous, then a real rush, you know, same way
.. like they were all watching me, waiting for me to
do something, or make a mistake, but I didn't ..
Bronwen:
And that was important to you ..?
Ronni:
Yeah .. I guess.
Bronwen:
These mistakes, Rhonda .. What kind of mistakes are you
talking about?
Ronni:
Like I said, wrong notes or getting lost.
Bronwen:
I'm talking about the barn now. Let's go back to the
barn.
What kind of mistakes were you afraid of making in the
barn?
Ronni:
Doing something wrong, you know, that maybe one of the
guys would laugh at me or something .. you know, how I
kissed, or how my tits looked .. stuff like that.
Bronwen:
And did they?
Ronni:
What do you think?
Bronwen:
I don't know. That's why I'm asking you?
Ronni:
Well, they sure as hell didn't laugh, I'll tell you
that. For all those guys I was probably the best
fucking time they'll ever have in their pathetic lives.
Bronwen:
So what did happen? What do you remember? What do you
recall feeling?
Ronni:
You get off on this shit, don't you ..? Just like I
said before. Anybody else listens to this shit, and
it's like 'sexual abuse' or 'contributing to the
delinquency of a minor'. But coz you're some shrink
you get to hear all this shit and it's all legal. Nice
fucking deal, lady. Maybe I'll become a shrink so I
can listen to kids talk about fucking. Bet you go home
and tell your hubby all about all the shit you hear
from us 'kids' while he humps your brains out.
Bronwen:
Can we get back to the barn, ronni? And what happened
that night ..?
Ronni:
Sure, I want to make sure and give you everything so
you can get off. You know, I'll lick your puss while I
tell you. How does that sound, bitch. You get me on
my knees, eating you out and telling you all about what
those 'bad boys' did to poor, li'l old me.
Bronwen:
You seem apprehensive to discuss this. Maybe you can
tell me why.
Ronni:
I'm not apprehensive at all, bitch. I'll fucking tell
you. My tee-shirt was off, and all these guys were
frenching me and sucking my tits and playing with them.
And then Breck, the guy whose dad was the minister, he
takes out his cock and says, 'This is what you really
want, isn't it, baby ..?' And I looked at it, my first
real live cock, and I nodded real dumb-like, you know,
coz here I was, exactly what I wanted, and what the
fuck do I do next. I was scared, but he just took me
by the back of my head and guided my mouth right up to
his cock. You want to know how big it was, bitch ..?
Bronwen:
If you feel that's important ..
Ronni:
When the fuck is dick size not important?
Bronwen:
I don't know, Rhonda, why don't you tell me ..?
Ronni:
More psych shit, huh ..? Well, fuck you. You want the
story, every fucking little detail so you can play with
your puss when I'm out of here. But you don't want to
fucking admit, coz 'that isn't right.' That's your
fucking problem, bitch. You want to hear all the
fucking details, so I'll tell you, and you can write
whatever you want in your stupid little report. ----
Okay, well, his cock was probably like 5 inches or so,
maybe a little longer, but coz it was the first dick
I'd ever seen in real life and it was going in my mouth
it looked fucking huge. 'Kiss it first,' he told me,
so I did. Then I started licking it, just like I'd
heard about. I did that all by myself without him
telling me. And all the guys were just watching me,
and Breck says, 'You're right, Jack, this girl gives
some killer head.' That made me so hot to hear that,
that I opened up and slid his cock in my mouth. I
closed my lips around it, and it felt like a rubber
sausage or something. I kind of felt like biting down,
you know, coz it reminded me of food somehow, but I
knew not to, that was just what I felt like. So I
started sucking just like I'd heard about. He just
stood there, real still, his hands in my hair. I got
shivers all down my spine when I felt his cock
twitching inside my mouth, along my tongue, like it was
alive. I kept sucking, and he just stood there, real
still, shivering. Now when I look back I guess that
even though he acted all experienced, that I was
probably his first fucking blow job, or at least the
first one that was any good. I tasted something
dribbling out his piss hole in a few seconds, and it
was warm and sticky and salty .. kind of like snot, I
guess, or runny eggs. Then he got real tense a second
later and gripped my hair real tight. I kind of knew
what was coming next, but it still took me by surprise.
His cock just burst in my mouth, like that gum that has
the liquid stuff in the center. I could taste all that
salty, sticky slime running down my throat, and I
wanted to pull away, but he held me there and made me
suck it all in. Then he must have gotten real
sensitive down there, coz he kind of let go and pushed
me away. When I looked up, all the guys had their
dicks out, and they were all hard, and Breck was like,
'Jack, you're next.' And I crawled over to Jack, and
his cock was maybe a little shorter than Breck's, but
it was a lot thicker. I kissed it and looked up at him
and he had his eyes closed. I wanted him to look at me
and tell me he liked me or something, but he just had
his head back and his eyes closed, just standing there.
I barely had his dick in my mouth for a few seconds
before he came. That took me by surprise, and I kind
of jerked back and it ran over my face. I crawled over
to the next guy,and he had a lot bigger dick, probably
7 inches at least. He wasn't that good looking,
though, so I wasn't eal turned on. I remember thinking
it would have been cool if Jack's cock was that big,
coz I would have really liked sucking it a lot better.
Bronwen:
Did you perform oral sex on all the boys?
Ronni:
Yeah ..
Bronwen:
And how many were there?
Ronni:
I think there were 5 along with Breck and Jack. It was
a while ago, and I get it mixed up with other times.
Bronwen:
So there were other times with these boys?
Ronni:
Fuck yeah, like sometimes twice a week if they had shit
on them. That was my little deal. They had drugs, I'd
fuck them.
Bronwen:
So, you always exchanged sex for drugs, then?
Ronni:
That's just how it worked, okay ..? We were partying.
You know, sex, drugs and rock and roll ..?
Bronwen:
When did you first have intercourse? Was it with those
boys?
Ronni:
Mm hmm .. the second time I was there. Breck asked me
after a few j's if I wanted to fuck him. I said
'Sure', and we did it. They all put this blanket over
this mattress on the floor, and I stripped for them -
which really made me wet - and then I got on my back
and spread my legs. All the guys had their dicks out,
and they were all real hard, playing with them. Breck
got on top of me and put his dick in real slowly. I
kind of winced, but it was smaller than my hand, and
I'd been playing inside my puss for like a year by
then, so I didn't freak too much. Although I guess I
might have wigged a little coz it wasn't me, you know,
but a guy, and I wasn't controlling it when it went in.
I kind of scooted up so I could get more of him inside
me coz it felt pretty cool, but then he just came ..
just like that. He tried to be cool about it, and
pretend he hadn't, so I let him keep fucking me, but he
was getting soft and he slopped out in a minute. Then
he's like telling his friends, 'She ain't no virgin,
that's for sure. Look, no blood.' And all the guys
liked this and I did too coz it meant I wasn't some kid
anymore to them. I was the experienced one, and I kind
of took control, then, even though these guys were
older than me. I told them they'd have to wash my puss
before anyone else fucked, and they did it. I thought
that was hilarious, lying there, feeling these guys
wash my puss like they were my slaves or something.
Bronwen:
That's an interesting choice of words .. slaves. Could
you explain that more? Why did they feel like your
slaves.
Ronni:
Coz they were doing what I told them to, anything I
said just so they'd get to fuck me.
Bronwen:
And you liked that feeling?
Ronni:
Still fucking do ..
Bronwen:
I noticed you didn't mention that the boys were using
any protection. Were they?
Ronni:
Yeah, they were.
Bronwen:
Why do you think you left that out?
Ronni:
Coz rubbers don't belong in a sex story. They turn me
off.
Bronwen:
And that's what this is to you ..? What we're doing
here ..?
Is a sex story ..?
Ronni:
Sure. I talk and get horny. You listen and get horny.
Just like one of my stories.
Bronwen:
But this really happened to you. This is not some
fantasy story you're putting on the internet for people
to read.
Ronni:
Who knows? Maybe it is ..? Maybe when I get out of
this fucking hole, and I get back to my real life,
maybe I'll put this all in a story .. you, too, bitch.
What do you think of that?
Bronwen:
And why would you do that, Rhonda?
Ronni:
Coz it'd turn people on, to hear how I lost my virg.
People are asking me that shit all the time. In a
story, you become them, you know, asking me all sorts
of questions, pretending you're doing it out of
curiosity and shit, but really just wanting to hear
about some teenage girl sucking cock and getting
fucked. That's all any of you want to hear, anyway.
That's why I do it, coz it gets you all off, and
knowing that gets me off, too. If I didn't think you'd
strap me up in some straight jacket, I'd be playing
with my puss right now. How'd you like that, bitch,
watching me play with my teenage pussy while I tell you
how I lost my virg ..?
Bronwen:
Our session is over for today, Rhonda. For next time,
I 'd like you to work on more memories, getting the
details together, and more importantly how you felt.
Ronni:
More fuck stories. Okay! That's cool ..
Session Three
Bronwen:
How are you today, Rhonda?
Ronni:
My leg FUCKING HURTS! Fucking cast, fucking crutches.
I'm a fucking freak!
Bronwen:
Your pain medication has been cut back. You'll have to
get used it ..
Ronni:
Fuck that!
Bronwen:
We haven't discussed your leg yet. Maybe we should
talk about that today for a bit.
Ronni:
Nothing to fucking talk about. It hurts like fucking
hell.
EOS!
Bronwen:
EOS?
Ronni:
End of story, you fucking lamer.
Bronwen:
Okay .. We've dealt with the physical aspects of your
injury, but maybe we should talk about the mental for a
moment.
Ronni:
Nothing to talk about.
Bronwen:
Okay, then, then this shouldn't tale very long. How do
you feel about your injury, not physically, but
emotionally.
Ronni:
I think it sucks.
Bronwen:
What exactly sucks?
Ronni:
I'm a fucking freak now.
Bronwen:
And why is that?
Ronni:
Coz I've got a big fucking cats on, and I have to use
crutches, okay ..?
Bronwen:
Let's discuss the future, then.
Ronni:
What about it?
Bronwen:
You know you may never regain full use of your left leg
again.
There was significant nerve damage ..
Ronni:
Listen, I got all that shit in the hospital from the
doctors.
I've dealt with all that shit already, okay ..?
Bronwen:
I'd be curious, then, how you plan to cope with this
situation. You could be affected by this your whole
life. Have you thought about that?
Ronni:
Enough. Listen, my therapy shit for my leg is going
good. I already have some feeling back. I ain't going
to be some gimp girl, okay ..? That just ain't going
to happen. So I don't need the psych-out, and I don't
need your fucking pity. I busted up my fucking leg.
Life goes on, just like before.
Bronwen:
Okay ..
Ronni:
I thought we were going to talk more about fucking.
Bronwen:
That is what you want to talk about ..?
Ronni:
That's why I'm here, ain't it ..? That's my fucking
'problem' according to you.
Bronwen:
I never told you that, Rhonda.
Ronni:
Well, then, why aren't we talking about macram‚?
Bronwen:
Would you like to talk about macram‚?
Ronni:
Fuck you ..
Bronwen:
I gather you want to talk about sex, then?
Ronni:
Sure, that's what turns us both on, right?
Bronwen:
So what aspect of sex would you like to talk about?
Ronni:
Well, first off I'd like to ask you some questions.
You are a sex expert, right ..?
Bronwen:
I guess you could say that?
Ronni:
Okay, then, I've always wondered some stuff, and maybe
you could help me out.
Bronwen:
I can try. What would you like to know?
Ronni:
Well, for one, if you're in the middle of some Dom/sub
scene, and stuff starts getting too rough, and you
forget your safe word, what the fuck do you do?
Bronwen:
I .. I'm not sure I'm understanding you.
Ronni:
I thought you were a sex expert. You mean you don't
know what I'm talking about?
Bronwen:
It's not that I don't know what you're talking about,
it's that ..
Ronni:
What's a 'safe word?'
Bronwen:
Rhonda, I ..
Ronni:
Tell me what a 'safe word' is.
Bronwen:
Rhonda, this really isn't ..
Ronni:
You don't fucking know, do you ..?
Bronwen:
I fail to see how this is relevant.
Ronni:
It's fucking relevant, all right? What does it feel
like to be fucked by a dog?
Bronwen:
I .. I wouldn't know ..
Ronni:
Question 3 - You've got one guy up your ass, one in
your puss, and another guy jamming your throat. You've
got one more hard dick to take care of, what the fuck
do you do?
Bronwen:
I am not going to cooperate here, Rhonda. We can
either stop this, or quit right now.
Ronni:
How am I supposed to consider you some fucking sex
expert if you can't answer those fucking questions?
Bronwen:
A 'safe word' is a word used in role playing which the
submissive uses to tell the dominant to stop.
Ronni:
Okay, now tell me about fucking dogs.
Bronwen:
This subject interests you, I take it from reading your
stories. You refer to it several times.
Ronni:
I'm curious, yeah ..
Bronwen:
And why would you want to do this? What do you desire
from having sex with animal?
Ronni:
A monster fucking cum, that's what.
Bronwen:
And you don't experience these with human partners -
male or female ..?
Ronni:
Sure I do. I'm the cum queen. Only nikki porno gets
off more than me, and even she can't pull a stringer
like I can.
Bronwen:
Pull a stringer ..?
Ronni:
Multiples, you know, pusscrackers ..
Bronwen:
Multiple orgasms ..
Ronni:
Duh!
Bronwen:
And you experience these?
Ronni:
Fuck yeah ..
Bronwen:
On a regular basis.
Ronni:
Yeppers ..
Bronwen:
When did you start experiencing these?
Ronni:
A couple of years ago, when I was 13.
Bronwen:
By yourself?
Ronni:
Not then, no. I mean I can now. I do it all the time,
but back then, no, only when I was with someone.
Bronwen:
When did you first reach orgasm with another person?
Ronni:
When I was 13.
Bronwen:
Was this with the boys you told me about last time?
Ronni:
Fuck no.
Bronwen:
What do you mean by that?
Ronni:
Those guys were kids. They didn't know what the fuck
they were doing. They wouldn't have even gotten off if
it wasn't for me.
Bronwen:
Then why did you continue with them if you didn't
achieve orgasm?
Ronni:
I didn't say it wasn't hot. Sometimes, after we were
doing it for awhile, they'd fuck me real good, and that
felt great, and I'd almost get there. But I just
didn't know how, you know ..?
Bronwen:
I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me?
Ronni:
Well, it was like I'd try to get them to fuck me so
that they'd bump my clit, but they just didn't get it.
Bronwen:
Why didn't you show them. You told me last time you
were in control.
Ronni:
I was a kid. I didn't know how to do that, then. I
mean now I just tell the guy, but back then I didn't
want to look like a slut, you know.
Bronwen:
That's interesting.
Ronni:
What?
Bronwen:
First, tell me if I have this right. You were
exchanging sex for drugs with these boys, having sexual
relations with them often, yet you felt that asking
them to give you pleasure would make you a slut?
Ronni:
I was 12. What do you expect? I was still sucking up
all that crap you people in the Quo are always telling
girls - bad girls screw, good girls wait for 'the right
boy.'
Bronwen:
So, you felt you were being a bad girl with these boys?
Ronni:
Like I said, I was 12. I didn't know any better.
Bronwen:
And when do you feel you 'learned better'?
Ronni:
Like I said, when I was 13, that next year in school.
Bronwen:
Maybe we should talk about that, then?
Ronni:
Whatever lubes your engine ..
Bronwen:
What happened when you were 13, Rhonda? And please,
start at the beginning, and try and remember details,
and what you were feeling, too. These things are very
important.
Ronni:
I know, I tell guys that e-mail me this all the time.
Bronwen:
You tell them what?
Ronni:
About details and emotions. They'll e- me and say they
fucked some chick and it was hot. EOS. Guys could be
so much hotter, you know. Which is funny ..
Bronwen:
Why is that funny?
Ronni:
Coz we're talking about what happened to me when I was
13. That's when I first really learned about guys and
how fucking monster sex could be.
Bronwen:
What happened?
Ronni:
I'd been fucking Jack and his friends like all summer
when school started. They were in high school, but
they had friends, and they talked you know. By like
the end of September, I was like Queen Slut of the
seventh grade. Everybody knew what I did. It was my
rep, you know ..?
Bronwen:
And how did you feel about this?
Ronni:
Like a slut, just like they said, so I quit doing it.
Bronwen:
What happened then? How did you feel?
Ronni:
It didn't fucking change anything. If anything, I got
even more bullshit coz now I'd pissed those guys off so
they really started spreading shit about me. I guess
to get even. So, even though I wasn't fucking anymore,
my slut rep got bigger and bigger. Kids'd say I was
screwing teachers, the principal, that I made videos of
myself fucking guys, that I pulled trains with guys ..
shit like that.
Bronwen:
But you didn't ..?
Ronni:
No, I didn't even go out with guys. They'd ask me, but
I could see why they did. Some really cute guys, too.
But I was a slut to them. I mean I want to start
fucking again, coz I really missed it, but I hated all
the people calling me a slut, so I didn't.
Bronwen:
And how long did this last?
Ronni:
Til October, late October, Halloween.
Bronwen:
And why did you start having sex again?
Ronni:
Coz it was different.
Bronwen:
How was it different?
Ronni:
My best friend and I .. her name was Sarah, Sarah
Sheppard. We went to this lame Halloween Dance at the
Rec Center. It was for kids - costumes, you know - she
wanted to go real bad coz she'd heard this guy was
going to go from another school, and she liked him.
Bronwen:
But you didn't want to go .. Why?
Ronni:
Coz it was kid stuff, you know, with adults everywhere.
Bullshit.
Bronwen:
But you went anyway ..?
Ronni:
Sarah was my best friend. We'd just met like at the
beginning of school. She was from a different
elementary school. She was this real quite brainy
girl. We were in all the advanced classes together.
Since all the other girls thought I was a slut, I guess
I kind of gravitated to her. She was really nice, just
quiet and real 'young,' you know. She reminded me of
Amy. It was like I had to show her how to be more
grown-up, you know ..?
Bronwen:
How did you do this?
Ronni:
I told her about sex, mostly, and boys, and what that
was all like. She giggled a lot at first, but then
she'd get real serious and ask me all these questions,
wanting details, just like you ..
Bronwen:
How did you feel about her? Did you care about her?
Ronni:
Yeah, she was like my best friend. I told her
everything.
That's why I went to the Halloween dance, coz she
wanted me to.
Bronwen:
Did you have a good time?
Ronni:
It was lame-city. All these kids in costumes. Real
kid stuff, you know ..?
Bronwen:
Did you wear a costume?
Ronni:
Kind of.
Bronwen:
What did you go as?
Ronni:
A greaser.
Bronwen:
A greaser ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, like from The Outsiders, you know, and Grease.
Me and Sarah watched that movie, which was kind of
stupid, but I loved how that lady, Olivia Newton John,
looked in it.
Bronwen:
So how were you dressed?
Ronni:
I had on these tight jeans, and my jeans jacket, and
this white tummy tee-shirt, and my mom let me put on a
lot more make-up since it was a Halloween party. So I
got my lips all done up, and teased my hair up real
big, and with lots of rouge, and I gave myself this
Madonna mole on my cheek. I looked pretty fucking
slutty.
Bronwen:
And what about Sarah?
Ronni:
I tried with her, but she just didn't have a real bod
yet - I
mean no tits or anything. Like the guys used to say -
Carpenter's
Dream, flat as a board and never been screwed.
Bronwen:
That's what you thought of her?
Ronni:
No, not me. The guys. That's what they'd say. That
call us
Slut and Dweeb. That really hurt Sarah's feelings,
too, coz she
wanted to be pretty, she just wasn't growing yet, you
know ..?
Bronwen:
So what happened at this party?
Ronni:
Like I said, LA-MER. And Judy Watts and Loretta
Galbertson
were there, so I was like, Let's get out of here,
Sarah.' But she
wanted to stay, so we did.
Bronwen:
Who were the girls you just mentioned?
Ronni:
These real bitches .. pep girls, you know, cheerleaders
.. all
perfect. Judy was like one who started the whole
'ronni's Queen
Slut', shit. I didn't even know the girl hardly. She
just saw me
the first day of school and started talking about me,
spreading
rumors and stuff. Lori was her best friend, and she
did even more
talking behind my back. I saw them, and they started
'pss-pssing'
to all these kids from Valley they were with. They all
looked like
total peps, so I guess they knew each other from
cheerleading or
something. Sarah and I tried to stay away from them,
but Lori would
look at us wherever we were and start talking again to
all her
friends, and they'd look at us and laugh. That's when
I got pissed.
Bronwen:
So what did you do?
Ronni:
Well, I was going to kick her ass in. I mean I
couldn't in
school coz there were too many people around, teachers
and stuff,
and I didn't want to get in trouble. But there, at the
Rec, I
figured what the fuck, you know ..? We were up at the
bar, and I
was telling Sarah I was going to move on her, and this
guy behind
the bar, he overhears us and he says, 'You aren't
talking about
starting a fight here, are you?' And I look at him and
say, 'Yeah,
I am, so what's it to you?' And he says, 'Listen, why
don't you
tell me why you're going to start a fight in here.'
And I tell him,
'Coz those girls over there keep calling me a slut.'
And he says,
'Well, are you a slut?' And I say, 'No way.' And he
says, 'Then why
does it matter what they say? It's just words.' And
then the three
of us start talking - me, Sarah and him.
Bronwen:
You said he was behind the bar. Was he younger, a
teenager?
Ronni:
No, he was a guy. His name was Paul. He was like the
guy
putting on the party. The Rec hired him out. He does
kids parties
- you know, DJing, Magic Tricks, and he brings this
stuff along like
a bar, and they make you drinks, but like with pop, not
booze. He
was all dressed up in this tuxedo thingie, only he
didn't have the
coat on then coz he was tending bar I guess.
Bronwen:
And how old was he?
Ronni:
Thirty-five.
Bronwen:
And you started talking to this man?
Ronni:
Yeah, he was pretty much the coolest guy there. He was
funny,
and he showed us some neat stuff.
Bronwen:
Like what?
Ronni:
Mind reading stuff, magic tricks. He showed us how to
make a
quarter disappear.
Bronwen:
How long did you talk to him?
Ronni:
Like the rest of the night. We'd kind of go off and
see if
there was anyone else to talk to, and he'd move around
and stuff,
checking on things, but we always seemed to go back to
the bar when
we saw him there, or the DJ booth if he was there. He
played all
this stuff we wanted, too, and then he'd put on this
real dweeb shit
like Sinatra and say into the mike, 'This is a special
request from
ronni and Sarah.' We'd run up there yelling at him,
and he'd laugh,
keep teasing us. He made us all these drinks, and
called them
screwdrivers, and martinis, like they were real drinks,
and then
he'd give us these drunk tests, you know, like close
your eyes and
touch your nose or walk a straight line or say the
alphabet
backwards - which always fucked us up. He was a riot.
Bronwen:
He sounds like it. You never said anything more about
the
fight you wanted to get into.
Ronni:
That's coz he talked me out of it, I guess. I mean he
just
got me thinking about other things, and then when I saw
Lori looking
at me and I'd get pissed again, he'd get me talking
about stuff, and
I wouldn't be so pissed anymore coz he'd make me laugh.
Then, when
he did his magic act, and he needed volunteers from the
audience, he
chose us.
Bronwen:
That sounds like a lot of fun,
Ronni:
Yeah, and what was really cool was fooling all those
dweebs.
Bronwen:
What do you mean?
Ronni:
It was a mind reading trick he taught us at the bar.
It had
this secret code. He'd blindfold himself and turn away
from the
audience, then we'd go out, find people, have them show
us shit in
their pockets or purses, and he say exactly what it
was.
Bronwen:
How did he do that? I've always wondered how magicians
did
that.
Ronni:
It's a code. Like if you're doing a girl's ring you
say one
thing, or if it's a set of keys you say another thing.
That's how
he knows what it is. Then we started doing names -
like someone's
dog, or their grandmother, or their algebra teacher.
All the kids
started freaking out when he was right all the time.
This one girl,
Donna Martine, she's this major pep who's always
talking behind my
back, she's like, 'Can you see into the future?' to
him, and he's
like, 'Absolutely,' and he does this trick where he
predicts exactly
what they're going to write on a piece of paper, then
he seals it in
an envelope, then they write down what they were
thinking, then he
opens the envelope and they match. She freaked out.
Then all these
kids started asking him all these questions like, 'Am I
going to
meet a cute guy?' or 'What's the essay question going
to be on my
history test tomorrow?' I couldn't believe how stupid
they were. I
mean it was so obvious how he was doing it.
Bronwen:
Obvious once you knew the trick ..?
Ronni:
I could have figured it out pretty quick if I didn't
know.
You just have to pay attention to what he's doing when
he's talking
and seems like he's doing nothing. You also have to
figure out who
in the audience is playing along coz magicians always
cheat.
Bronwen:
You're interested in magic?
Ronni:
I like fooling people.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
Because it's fun. Paul was pretty good at it, too, and
he
like purposely made Lori look like a dweeb. He had her
so convinced
he was psychic that she was like following him all
around after
stuff was breaking up and asking him all these
questions. Sarah and
I just fucking laughed. Then, after she leaves, he
comes up to us
and says, 'That's how you get even with someone.'
Bronwen:
That's an interesting observation. Why do you think he
said
that?
Ronni:
Coz he kept telling me that beating some girl up wasn't
going
to prove anything, coz once you've done that they win,
and you lower
yourself to their level. He kept telling me I was
smart and should
be using my brains if I wanted to get Lori and Judy off
my case.
Bronwen:
He sounds like a smart guy.
Ronni:
He was. We pretty much told him everything by the end
of the
night.
Bronwen:
What do you mean by that?
Ronni:
I told him why the kids called me slut .. I mean not
EVERYTHING, but enough so he got the picture. We told
him how Sarah
liked this guy who was there, and he told us how we
should go up and
talk to him, and ..
Bronwen:
Pardon me, Rhonda, can we go back to something?
Ronni:
Sure, whatever ..
Bronwen:
When you say you told him why the girls were calling
you a
slut, do you mean you told him you were sexually
active?
Roni:
Mm hmm ..
Bronwen:
How did you feel about that? Telling a strange man you
were
sexually active?
Ronni:
He was cool about it. He didn't freak out or anything.
It
felt kind of cool really, coz he didn't treat me or
Sarah like
stupid kids, but like we were older, you know ..?
Bronwen:
Would you say he was flirting with you?
Ronni:
Sure, yeah, like I said, just like Sarah and I were
older.
Not like we were kids.
Bronwen:
Did this make you uncomfortable at all?
Ronni:
You mean wet?
Bronwen:
Um .. I mean in any way.
Ronni:
Well, I did get real hot for him while we were talking,
and
especially when we were helping him with the mind
reading act. He
wasn't some gorgeous guy or anything, but he just
seemed so
powerful, you know, and he just made me laugh and feel
so .. you
know ..
Bronwen:
Please, tell me.
Ronni:
This sounds so geeky.
Bronwen:
What?
Ronni:
He made me feel special, real hot. Not like Jack and
Breck
and the guys made me feel, but like I really wanted to
fuck HIM, you
know, not like I just wanted to fuck .. but HIM.
Bronwen:
What did Sarah think of him?
Ronni:
Well, by the end of the night she'd forgot about the
guy she
was there to see, and we both pretty much had the
majors for Paul.
Bronwen:
The majors?
Ronni:
Major hots.
Bronwen:
Did anything else happen?
Ronni:
Yeah, before we left, I told him my mom was planning a
birthday party for me, and would he want to do it, you
know ..?
Bronwen:
Your mother wasn't planning a party, was she ..?
Ronni:
How'd you guess?
Bronwen:
Just a hunch.
Ronni:
So he gave us his card, you know, to give my mom. That
way I
had his name and phone number and e-mail.
Bronwen:
What did you do with that?
Ronni:
I e-mailed him from school. We all have these e-mail
boxes in
the computer labs. The teachers read everything that
goes in and
out, but they're so fucking stupid they never thought
kids would
just get free e-mails at DejaNews or one of the search
engines. So
we can pretty much do whatever the fuck we want online,
except look
at porno pics coz they have those pretty much blocked
out.
Bronwen:
You mean you got a free e-mail box ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, so no one could read my shit, you know. And it
was
DejaNews, too, so I could go in and read newsgroups ..
anything I
wanted. I'd download dirty stories and print them out
in the middle
of all this research bullshit, and the lab teacher
would see like
thirty pages of stuff on ocelots and would just let me
out with it.
That's how I started getting the idea to write fuck
fiction. I
thought most of the shit about teenagers was total
bullshit.
Bronwen:
When did you start putting your stories online?
Ronni:
I did one story then, which really wasn't good at all,
but it
felt so hot posting this fuck story that people would
read. I maybe
posted two more in the next couple of years.
Bronwen:
What were these stories about?
Ronni:
The first one was about a TV show - X Files. It was
just
Scully and Mulder fuck, you know ..? The second story
was about a
model who goes to a photo shoot only it's a porno
shoot, but she
needs the money so she does it. Then I did this story
about a
groupie, like the lady in the book I read. None of
them were very
good.
Bronwen:
How old were the characters in the stories - the second
and
third ones?
Ronni:
I never said - twenties I guess.
Bronwen:
They weren't girls your age.
Ronni:
No, I was afraid to write that stuff. I thought I
would get
busted, you know, kp ..?
Bronwen:
KP?
Ronni:
Kiddie Porn.
Bronwen:
So you felt kiddie porn would have been wrong ..?
Ronni:
No, I just didn't want to get busted, that's all.
Bronwen:
I know we talked about this at our last session, but I
need to
understand some things better.
Ronni:
Like what?
Bronwen:
Well, to start off with I need to know what you think
of child
pornography.
Ronni:
It's all right, I guess.
Bronwen:
Al ..? What do you mean by that?
Ronni:
I like it, I guess.
Bronwen:
You've seen child pornography before?
Ronni:
Sure, all the time, on newsgroups. People post kp pics
all
the time.
Bronwen:
These don't bother you?
Ronni:
No. I mean why should adults have all the porn to
themselves.
I'm young, I want to see people my age fucking and
sucking, too. I
mean that's who I'm hot for, you know ..?
Bronwen:
You don't think those children are being victimized at
al?
Ronni:
Not really. I mean, sure, some of them are being
forced, but
most of them aren't. I bet most of the kids like it.
I know I
would.
Bronwen:
Why would you like that?
Ronni:
It would get me hot having people watch me fuck, and
knowing
they were breaking the law to do it.
Bronwen:
And what about that would 'get you hot'?
Ronni:
You know, that kind of desire, people desiring to see
me THAT
much.
Bronwen:
You don't think adults having sex with minors is any
way
abusive?
Ronni:
Well, maybe real little kids .. babies ..
Bronwen:
At what age, then, do you think it's all right for kids
to
have sex?
Ronni:
I don't know, depends on them.
Bronwen:
What about a seven-year-old girl? Is that too young to
have
sex?
Ronni:
If she wants to?
Bronwen:
Does it matter?
Ronni:
Sure. I've seen pics where girls that young are
fucking and
sucking, and they're having a kick ass time.
Bronwen:
How would you know that?
Ronni:
They're smiling and shit.
Bronwen:
And you don't think those smiles are faked, that
they're being
forced to smile ..?
Ronni:
No, why should I?
Bronwen:
Because .. because they're so young. It's obviously
not their
choice to ..
Ronni:
Let me ask you. If you see a picture of a kid smiling,
do you
always assume their being forced to smile, or do you
just think
they're happy?
Bronwen:
I .. that's different.
Ronni:
Why? Why couldn't some kid enjoy having sex?
Bronwen:
Because they can't. They're too young. They don't
know what
they're doing.
Ronni:
Kids in bush tribes in Africa have sex when they're
five.
They imitate the adults. Moms and dads have sex at
night in the
hut. It's no big deal to them.
Bronwen:
This is completely different. We're not talking about
the
bush people in Africa.
Ronni:
Well, why aren't we? Why is there one set of rules for
us,
and one set for them?
Bronwen:
It has to do with society, Rhonda, the way things are
structured ..
Ronni:
So you're saying bush kids in Africa are somehow better
able
to deal with sex at an early age than we are?
Bronwen:
It's not as simple as that. There are a lot of
psychological
factors present in our society that ..
Ronni:
So we're more fucked up here is what you're saying.
The
problem isn't kids having sex, it's all you fucking
adults with the
fucking problems.
Bronwen:
This really isn't what we're here to discuss, Rhonda.
We're
here to discuss you and your situation.
Ronni:
Well, this is my situation. I'm a teenage girl who
likes to
fuck, and you've got me locked up in here for it, like
I'm some
crazy retard you have to keep up in the attic. I think
I deserve to
know why the Quo has all these bullshit rules, seeing
as I'm the one
who has to pay for them. So, yeah, when we're talking
about the
bush people in Africa, we are talking about my
situation.
Bronwen:
Maybe we could come back to that, then, after we've
gotten a
little more perspective on your personal situation and
issues.
Ronni:
You just know I'm right, bitch, and now you have to go
back
and read all your books so you can find some bullshit
answer to feed
me so you can feel better about all your little
theories that kids
shouldn't fuck and any kid who does is either some kind
of fucking
victim or crazy ..
Bronwen:
Let's talk about the computer at school some more,
Rhonda. Now what
about these e-mails you were sending out? Is this when
you started
e-mailing people?
Ronni:
Yeah, me and Sarah both. We got the box together.
Bronwen:
Who did you write to?
Ronni:
People we saw on newsgroups, like, you know, 'You're
hot,
send us dirty e-mails,' and they would. And we started
writing Paul
all the time.
Bronwen:
Paul .. good .. let's get back to him for a moment.
What did
you write to him?
Ronni:
You know, goofy stuff to start - 'Hi,' lots of smiley
faces.
'What are you doing? When are you doing another
party?'
Bronwen:
And he answered you?
Ronni:
Mm hmm. We started writing like almost every day. He
told us
he was doing this dance party over at the Trailside
Rec, and it was
a magic show, too, and then asked us if we wanted to
come along and
be his assistants again. He told us he'd get us in
free.
Bronwen:
He invited you to this dance?
Ronni:
Yeah, you know, to be his magic assistants.
Bronwen:
How did you feel about that?
Ronni:
Sarah was like, 'We have to go!' I guess I wanted to
go, even
though dances and stuff are kind of lame. But I
figured he'd be
there, so it would probably be fun like last time, and
he'd show us
some more tricks.
Bronwen:
Didn't this seem odd to you at all? I mean couldn't he
find
other kids at that party to help him.
Ronni:
He told us 'no,' not like us .. that other kids never
caught
on like we did. Kids are pretty stupid, you know.
Bronwen:
I see .. what happened then?
Ronni:
Well, we went to the dance, and we kind of got dressed
up a
little, I guess. I mean Trailside isn't our Rec
Center, and there
really wasn't anybody we knew there except for Paul, so
we wanted to
look real hot if there were any cool guys there.
Bronwen:
And your parents let you go?
Ronni:
It was advertised in the paper. I just showed her the
ad and
said, 'Can you take me and Sarah there?' And she
called Trailside
and checked out that everything would be supervised,
and said,
'okay.'
Bronwen:
And you didn't tell her about Paul?
Ronni:
Why should I have?
Bronwen:
Okay .. what happened then? When you got to the dance?
Ronni:
Well, we get there and Paul is all busy with stuff, and
he
like doesn't even see us for awhile, until we finally
see him at the
bar and we walk up, and he looks up and says, 'Man, you
girls look
great!' Like I said, we'd spent like all afternoon
picking out
clothes and stuff for him, so I guess we did look
pretty good. I
got Sarah this old dress I have, and it was kind of
short on her, so
everyone would look at her legs and not notice the rest
of her bod,
which like I said was pretty flat.
Bronwen:
You've mentioned this a few times already. Did Sarah's
body
somehow make you uncomfortable?
Ronni:
What do you mean?
Bronwen:
You've commented twice already that she was not
developed as
much as you or, perhaps, other girls your age.
Ronni:
So? She wasn't.
Bronwen:
Why was this so important to you?
Ronni:
Coz .. I don't know .. I felt bad for her, coz she was
so
self-conscious about it. She'd always be ragging on
herself coz she
had no boobs. That's why I figured if she showed her
legs, guys
wouldn't notice as much. And I was right ..
Bronwen:
How were you right?
Ronni:
Well, take Paul for instance. He was like checking her
legs
out in that short dress. And then I said, 'Doesn't she
have nice
legs' to him, and he's like, 'Yeah, Sarah, you've got
nice legs.'
She was like so totally gone after that, like a
different girl, you
know. We'd talk to guys, and she wouldn't be all quiet
and shit.
She was real into it, you know, teasing everybody off.
I was
cracking up.
Bronwen:
How were you dressed?
Ronni:
I had on my tight jeans again and this white sweater
that was
pretty tight, too, and with this low neckline so you
could see some
cleav, you know. All the guys there were looking at
me, and Paul,
too. I could tell he thought I was hot, just by the
way I'd catch
him looking at my tits. I felt so HOT, too, that he
was checking me
out like that.
Bronwen:
What else happened?
Ronni:
Pretty much like before. We hung up at the bar and
talked and
goofed around. He showed us this trick where he was
going to
convince people he could make them psychic. He was
going to pick me
and Sarah as his 'controls,' so that the kids didn't
think he was
cheating. Then we were to ask them like 5 questions,
like 'Think of
a color,' and then they'd write it down and we'd write
it down
without seeing what they were doing. Then we'd compare
answers and
they'd all match. Then he'd reverse the trick, and
they'd do the
same to us and read our minds. It was so stupid, but
they fell for
it every time. Then he made Sarah disappear, only they
wouldn't
tell me how he did it, which kind of pissed me off.
But he told me
you can't learn the secret unless you do the trick, so
I made him
promise he'd make me disappear at the next show we went
to.
Bronwen:
Did anything else happen, or did you just help him with
the
magic?
Ronni:
Well, afterwards, he was like, 'I have another party
next
weekend at a Jewish Community Center, do you girls want
to come as
my assistants?' And we were like, 'Sure,' you know,
and he even
said he'd pay us, so we were really into that. He said
we'd need to
practice some, though, because he had some more
complicated tricks
he wanted us to learn. So he e-mailed us in school on
Monday and
asked if we could come over his house that Friday after
school.
Bronwen:
And what did you say?
Ronni:
What do you think we said?
Bronwen:
Why don't you tell me, Rhonda .. what you said, and
what you
were feeling.
Ronni:
We said, fuck, yeah. I mean the guy was totally hot,
and we
were going to be his assistants and get paid. So why
the fuck would
we say, 'no.'
Bronwen:
And that's all you thought? That's all you were
thinking
about?
Ronni:
Pretty much. Why?
Bronwen:
I just want to know your frame of mind at the time,
that's
all.
Ronni:
Well, it was pretty fucking good.
Bronwen:
So, you did go over his house?
Ronni:
Mm hmm, on that Friday after school.
Bronwen:
Did you ask your parents' permission to do this?
Ronni:
Kind of.
Bronwen:
What does kind of mean?
Ronni:
Well, I told her about the party on Saturday, and that
we were
going to be Paul's assistants, that he had asked us
after the
Trailside dance.
Bronwen:
And what did she say to that?
Ronni:
She asked me some questions, like why I wanted to go.
I told
her Paul was teaching me magic tricks and that I liked
doing magic.
I told her maybe I'd like to be a magician. I showed
her some
tricks then, and she knew I wasn't just goofing around.
My mom's
always like Miss Mother when it comes to stuff I'm
interested in.
When I was 10 and into bugs, she bought me this
Backyard Biology
Kit, and we'd do all these experiments together on
Saturday
mornings. I guess this was like that to her. She's
always trying
to get me to 'use my brains.' So she called some people
up and
checked Paul out and found out he'd been doing parties
and stuff for
a year or so and was real popular. Then she even called
him up, and
they talked for about half an hour. Then she said I
could go to the
party, but she'd go along with me coz she said she
wanted to see me
perform.
Bronwen:
How did that make you feel?
Ronni:
Kind of like she was in my business, you know. But I
figured,
'what the hell,' as long as I got to go.
Bronwen:
Did you tell her about the 'practice session' over his
house?
Ronni:
Fuck no.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
Hey, I might have been 13, but I wasn't fucking stupid,
you
know ..? I knew what was going to happen.
Bronwen:
And what did you think was going to happen?
Ronni:
He was going to fuck us .. or me at least.
Bronwen:
And why did you think that?
Ronni:
Coz of the way he looked at me over at Trailside, and
the
stuff he'd write in his e-mails.
Bronwen:
What 'stuff' in his e-mails.
Ronni:
Shit like, 'Maybe I can teach you some more tricks'
with a
smiley face, or a wink at the end. Shit like that.
I'd get so hot
reading that sometimes I'd go in the girls john and get
off.
Bronwen:
He was writing you sexually suggestive e-mails?!
Ronni:
Jesus, what got the bug up your butt?
Bronwen:
Could you please just answer my question? Was this man
sending you sexually suggestive e-mails?
Ronni:
Like coming right out and saying, 'Hey, I want to fuck
your
thirteen-year-old puss'?
Bronwen:
Did he?
Ronni:
He didn't have to. I mean I was the one writing all
the dirty
stuff.
Bronwen:
What do you mean?
Ronni:
Well, after I figured he was interested , I started
sending
him notes like 'How big is your dick when it gets
hard?' 'How many
women have you fucked?' 'Did you ever fuck a lady up
the ass?'
'When did you lose your virg?' You know, shit like
that. Sarah and
I would just come up with these crazy questions, and e-
mail him.
Bronwen:
Did he answer these questions?
Ronni:
Sure, like I said, he was totally cool. He wasn't like
some
horny kid my age. You knew what he was thinking, but
he never came
on real strong or nothing, you know. He'd wait for us
to ask these
tripped out questions, and then he'd just answer it,
like we weren't
just stupid kids or anything. That's what made him so
hot, coz he
was so cool about shit like that. It like kept you on
pins and
needles.
Bronwen:
So you went over there with Sarah, knowing that you
would
probably become sexually involved with him that
afternoon?
Ronni:
Fuck yeah. By then I wanted to screw his brains out.
Bronwen:
And what about Sarah? Did you tell her about your
suspicions?
Ronni:
Kind of.
Bronwen:
What did you tell her exactly?
Ronni:
Not to act like a kid when we got there. To follow
what I
did, so we wouldn't look like a couple of stupid kids.
Bronwen:
But you didn't tell her you expected to have sex with
this man
..?
Ronni:
Shit, you are starting to sound real pissed. What's up
with
that?
Bronwen:
I'm sorry. Please, go on ..
Ronni:
Well, we went over there. It was a Friday afternoon,
right
after school. I told Sarah we had to look hot, so we
went in the
girls john after school and put on make-up and shit.
We were
wearing what we had to the Trailside dance coz he had
said how hot
we looked, and Sarah begged me to wear that dress
again. Then we
took this city bus out to where he lived, which was
about a
half-hour ride.
Bronwen:
Go on ..
Ronni:
Man, you sound like you're major pissed or something ..
Bronwen:
Go on, Rhonda ..
Ronni:
Listen, you're the one who wanted to know about this.
Bronwen:
Could we please just continue?
Ronni:
Well, when we got there, he was real happy to see us.
He gave
us these really big hugs .. which made me feel so good
I didn't want
to let go. Sarah was real hot after that, too, coz her
face and the
top of her chest was all red and flushed, especially
when he came
right out and said, 'Hey, you're wearing my favorite
dress again,
sexy legs.'
Bronwen:
He .. he said that?
Ronni:
Yeah. You should have seen her wig out after that.
She was
so cute.
Bronwen:
You said he hugged you both. What did he do when he
hugged
you?
Ronni:
You mean like did he feel us up or something?
Bronwen:
Did he?
Ronni:
You are really one uptight bitch, you know ..?
Bronwen:
You're not answering my question.
Ronni:
Okay .. yeah, maybe, a little, but it wasn't like he
was all
over us or anything .. not like some kid our age. It
felt great ..
real great!
Bronwen:
What did he do next?
Ronni:
Man, you should see yourself. You are like seriously
bent ..
Bronwen:
Are you going to continue?
Ronni:
Sure .. Next he wanted to know if we wanted anything to
drink. I
said, yeah, but could he make us real drinks instead of
bullshit pop
drinks. He was like, 'You know, I shouldn't,' and I'm
like, 'We've
had booze and shit before. Just one drink. It's not
like we're
driving.' That cracked him up coz it was like a
private joke with
us coz he was always giving us these goofy drunk tests
at the bar.
So he made us these drinks - screwdrivers-and I see him
put like
major Abs in.
Bronwen:
Abs?
Ronni:
Absolut - Vodka, you know ..? Jesus, what planet are
you
from?
Bronwen:
Go on.
Ronni:
We sit down and start drinking these drinks, and I'm
like
buzzing in a minute, and so is Sarah. She starts
giggling and shit.
He sits next to me and starts telling me about this
magic trick
we're going to help him on. He blindfolds himself and
gets out a
deck of cards, and deals one to me and one to Sarah.
Then he tells
us to look at them, but not show them to each other.
Then we put
the cards back in the deck and he shuffles them. Then
he cuts the
cards and gives each of us a stack. Then he tells us
to count down
the number of cards from the top that correspond to the
card we
chose. An ace means you'd count down 1 card .. three
cards if it
was a three, you know, and 11 for a jack, 12 for a
queen, 13 for a
king. When we count down the cards and turn them over,
we each have
the other one's card. We did this five times, and I
couldn't figure
out how he was doing it. He told us he'd tell us the
secret later,
and then he moved to some other tricks that he was
showing Sarah,
but I just sat there on the couch and kept playing with
the deck. I
was sure it had to be a trick deck or something. Then,
after like
half-an-hour I found out how he did it. The cards were
sliced so
that they weren't rectangles, but like a little off, so
that if you
turned a card around you could draw it right out of the
deck when
you cut. So I figured that's how he did it. When he
put our cards
back, he'd turn them upside down. But that still
didn't explain how
he knew what cards we'd chosen and how he got them
exactly right in
the deck.
Bronwen:
I'm sure it was a clever trick, Rhonda, but is that
really the
issue here?
Ronni:
It sure the fuck is. You do want to know what happened
next,
don't you ..?
Bronwen:
Yes ..
Ronni:
Well, it has to do with the cards.
Bronwen:
Go on ..
Ronni:
I looked the cards over and over and then I finally
noticed
something else - the backs were all different, up in
the corners ..
marked, you know ..? You'd never notice it at first,
but when you
did it was real obvious. I went through all the cards
and separated
them into suits, then numbers, and I figured out the
system pretty
quick.
Bronwen:
I'm still not sure I see what this has to do with ..
Ronni:
When I figured it out, I suddenly got this idea, okay
..?
Bronwen:
What idea?
Ronni:
I wanted to .. It's kind of hard to explain.
Bronwen:
Just take your time, Rhonda.
Ronni:
I got real hot when I figured it out, like this huge
rush came
over me. I .. I was still a little pissed that Sarah
knew how the
disappearing act worked and I didn't. So I decided to
play a trick
on her that she didn't know.
Bronwen:
And you used the cards .?
Ronni:
Yeah, I asked for another drink, and Paul made me one,
and
Sarah, too, and this one was even stronger. So I was
like, cool,
this guy does want to party. He's trying to get us
both hammered.
So we just sat there and bs'd for awhile, and I watched
Sarah get
even more toasted. Then I'm like, 'Hey, why don't we
take a break
from magic tricks play a game?' And Sarah's like,
'What game?' And
I say, 'How about Truth or Dare?' And Paul looks at me
shuffling
the cards, and he suddenly smiles at me, and says, 'You
sure you
want to play that?' And I say, 'Yeah, it's my
favorite.' Sarah is
pretty drunk, and she says, 'Yeah, that's cool.' So I
tell them my
rules. The dealer cuts the cards into two piles and
the other two
players take the top cards, and then the low card has
to tell the
truth or take a dare that the dealer tells them to. I
deal first,
and I cut Sarah a 2 and Paul a 3. He shows his card
first, and Sarah
is all giggly and shit, until she turns over her card
and she
realizes she's lost.
Bronwen:
So, you deliberately fixed it so your best friend lost
..?
Ronni:
You make it sound so malicious.
Bronwen:
And how do you see it?
Ronni:
We were partying. I just wanted to start things going,
you
know ..?
Bronwen:
But why did you involve her? Why did you make that
decision
for her?
Ronni:
Coz .. Listen, you don't understand ..
Bronwen:
Then explain it to me.
Ronni:
It was like she .. she needed a push. She was so ..
she was a
kid, you know, and she .. it was what she wanted. She
talked about
it all the time.
Bronwen:
Talked about what?
Ronni:
Sex .. and Paul. She talked about him all the time,
whether I
thought he thought she was hot. We'd talk about
fucking him, and
she'd say, 'Yeah, I'd really like to fuck him.' So I
was like doing
her a favor, really, coz I knew she'd never do anything
herself.
She'd just sit there and have the majors for him and
never do
anything, and then I'd have to listen to her wig about
it later. I
wanted her to get over it, you know, the whole sex
thing. I didn't
want her being a kid anymore. She was like so girly
about stuff all
the time.
Bronwen:
So you took it upon yourself to change her life ..?
Ronni:
Maybe .. yeah, I guess.
Bronwen:
Did this excite you sexually, to be doing this?
Ronni:
Mm hmm. When she lost that first hand, and I saw the
look on
her face, I got real wet. She was so scared, and she
was looking at
me, begging with her eyes. I looked at Paul, and I
could see it in
his eyes. You know, what he wanted, too.
Bronwen:
What happened next?
Ronni:
I was like 'truth or dare?' And she chose truth. So I
asked
her, 'How big do you think Paul's cock is?' I mean
just like that.
I don't know where the words came from, but they did.
Bronwen:
That's interesting. Where do you think they came from?
Ronni:
My need to see her get fucked.
Bronwen:
Your need?
Ronni:
Yeah, I'd thought about watching Sarah get fucked for a
long
time. I wanted to see her get fucked. That made me
wet.
Bronwen:
I see .. And how did she respond to your 'Truth'
demand.
Ronni:
She was like 'No way' at first, and giggling, and
trying to
get out of it. But I was like 'Listen, you agreed to
play the game,
right ..? And you'll get your turn to deal, too. So
lighten up and
play.'
Bronwen:
And did she?
Ronni:
Not right away, no.
Bronwen:
And what was Paul doing during this?
Ronni:
Nothing. Just sitting there getting hard I guess.
Like I
said, he was real cool. He looked like he didn't care
if she played
along or not.
Bronwen:
But you weren't feeling that way ..?
Ronni:
Fuck no. I wanted to see her get fucked, and I wanted
to see
Paul do it.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
Coz I knew he had a big dick.
Bronwen:
And how did you know that?
Ronni:
His bulge, you know ..? It was pretty monster in his
jeans.
The more we talked, the bigger it got. I wanted to see
him take it
out and fuck her with it, then fuck me. That's why I
wanted her to
answer that question. It was part of my plan.
Bronwen:
Go on ..
Ronni:
Well, finally I get her take a few more hits of her
Abs&OJ, and she
like gets all silly and she starts saying, 'Okay, Truth
time.' And
I'm like, 'Okay, spill. How big do you think Paul's
cock is?' And
she's like, 'I don't know. Six inches.' And I just
say, 'Okay, see
that wasn't so hard?' Then I give him the cards, and
we started
playing again.
Bronwen:
He didn't say anything?
Ronni:
No, he just smiled and dealt the cards out again, and
me and
Sarah cut. And she lost again .. big surprise.
Bronwen:
Paul was cheating, too?
Ronni:
Sure, why the fuck wouldn't he. We had Sarah right
where we
both wanted her.
Bronwen:
What happened then, when Sarah lost ..?
Ronni:
She got all freaked again, but I told her to shut up
and quit
acting like a kid. Then he asks her, 'Truth or Dare?'
And she
says, 'Truth.' So he says, 'Have you ever seen a guys
cock before
in real life, not just magazines or vids?' And she's
like, 'No!'
right off, no hesitation or nothing. Then it's her
turn to deal.
So she does, and me and Paul cut, and he loses, and I'm
like, "Ask
him, Sarah-Truth or Dare?' But she was giggling so
much that I
kind of had to shake her, you know, to get her serious
again. Then
she finally asks him, 'Truth or Dare?', and he's like,
'Dare, taking
Truth is for pussies.' Sarah just freaked then, and
she like runs
out of the living room into the kitchen, and I chase
her. And she's
like, 'I don't know what to do.' And I'm like, 'You
were the one
bitching about losing, so make him do a dare.' And
she's like,
'What kind of dare? What should I have him do?' And
I'm like,
'What do you want him to do? It's your dare.' But
she's all
freaked and giggly, saying 'I don't know.' So I ask
her, 'Do you
want to see his dick?' And she's like, 'Yeah, I
guess.' So I tell
her to dare him to show us his dick, and she's still
all giggly, but
I dragged her shit back out there, and she just looks
at him and
goes, 'I dare you to show us your dick.'
Bronwen:
What did he do?
Ronni:
He fucking whipped it out, bitch, what do you think he
did ..?
The guy was so fucking hard. I could tell that while
he was sitting
there. You want to know how big his cock was?
Bronwen:
Is that important to you?
Ronni:
Sure as fuck is. His was the first real big cock I'd
ever
seen. It's still one of the biggest, too, for a white
guy. It was
like 9 inches at least. He just pulled it out, and
we're both like,
'Holy shit!' Sarah was really freaking coz it was the
first live
cock she'd ever seen. I mean I was freaking, too, coz
it was so
big, but I'd seen some dicks before so I was a little
more prepared.
What's the biggest cock you've ever seen, huh ..?
Bronwen:
I really don't see how that's relevant, Rhonda.
Ronni:
Well, I do. I mean how am I going to talk to you about
how
great it feels fucking and sucking a big cock when you
don't know
what the fuck I'm talking about?
Bronwen:
That really isn't the issue here, Rhonda.
Ronni:
Sure it is. You've got me locked up in here coz you
think I'm
some kind of psycho who's been abused or something and
turned into
this psycho-chick, but you don't have a fucking clue
coz you don't
even know what I'm talking about.
Bronwen:
Well, that's what we're trying to find out here,
Rhonda.
We're trying to learn what you're talking about.
Ronni:
But you have no fucking idea what I'm saying! I say
this guy
has this monster cock, and I want to suck it, and you
write down on
your little pad there that I'm crazy, coz in your
fucking mind only
a crazy girl would want to suck some guy's dick, right
..?
Bronwen:
Why don't you stop being concerned with what you think
I'm
writing about you, and just tell me about what
happened, and what
you were feeling. We'll have plenty of time to discuss
my opinions
when we get your whole story out. Then I'll let you
know exactly
what I think and how I think we can help you.
Ronni:
You can help me by answering my question and telling me
what
the biggest you've ever seen is.
Bronwen:
Rhonda, I'm not going to answer that question. Now go
on.
Ronni:
Must not have been very big, coz when you heard me say
9
inches, your fucking eyes went ape shit .. .. .. Okay,
well .. his
dick is just out there, you know, and it's fucking
huge, and I'm all
wet loking at it and looking at Sarah's eyes coz she's
just like in
shock. And then I deal the cards, and they cut, and
this time I
make Paul lose coz I want to see him jack off.
Bronwen:
You wanted to see him masturbate.
Ronni:
That's what is aid, wasn't it ..? Anyways, he takes
the
'Dare', and I'm like, 'Jack off for us til you cum.'
And Sarah
fucking runs out of the room like a little fucking girl
when he
says, 'Okay' and starts pounding his meat. So I have
to run in and
chase her and pull her back in the living room, and sit
her ass
down, and sit on top of her and make her watch Paul
jack off.
Bronwen:
You forced her to watch him masturbate?
Ronni:
It wasn't like 'forcing her,' coz she wanted to so bad,
I
could tell. She was just being a puss, you know. She
just needed
someone to like 'make' her do it, so she didn't feel
guilty about
it. She was all screwed up with all that girlie shit,
that good
girls aren't supposed to want to do anything with sex
and that if
they're forced to then it's all right, but only if they
make
everyone else think it's not. I know a lot of girls
like that.
They let you 'make' them do things so they don't feel
guilty, when
it's what they really wanted to do all along.
Bronwen:
And this is how you saw what happened ..? You were
sitting on
top your best friend making her watch a grown man
masturbate.
Ronni:
Like I said, you've obviously never seen a guy with a
real big
dick before coz you're like all wigged out about this
now. You
weren't there, bitch. You don't know what Sarah was
like. She quit
acting all freaky after a minute, and then she just sat
there and
watched, you know. She couldn't take her eyes off that
big cock.
And he was beating it, too. He was putting on a real
fucking show
for us. He got real close and pumped that prick right
in front of
our eyes so we could see the skin move up and down over
the big
fucking veins. We were so close we could have sucked
it, but we
just watched, and Sarah never took her fucking eyes off
it. And she
started really getting into when I started saying shit
like, 'Beat
that fucking big cock. Jack it off for us. Stroke that
fucking
dick. We want to see you fucking cum. We want to see
all that cum
cum shooting out of that big prick.' Then I'm like,
'Don't we,
Sarah?' And she's like, 'Mm hmm .' And she keeps
saying that over
and over again after everything I say. Then finally,
he blows his
nuts, and this glob lands right on Sarah's bare knee
and thigh, and
she tries to wipe it off, but I'm like 'No way, leave
it there.'
Then we all drink some more, and Paul deals the cards,
and his cock
is still hard even after he just
sploogied, and I'm like, 'Shit!' coz whenever Jack and
those guys
would cum they'd go soft for a few minutes. But he
didn't. That
big dick just stayed fucking hard.
Bronwen:
How long did this game go on?
Ronni:
Not much longer. He dealt the next hand, and I could
tell by
the marked cards that he was dealing me the low card.
But by then I
just wanted to fuck, you know, so I'm like, 'Dare' when
I turned it
over. And he's like, 'I dare you to make out with me.'
So I say,
'Okay, come over here.' And he did. He came right
over to the
couch and got next to me, and I moved over so that I
was in the
middle between him and Sarah.
Bronwen:
What happened then?
Ronni:
You're fucking getting hot, aren't you ..?
Bronwen:
Rhonda, please continue. If you don't care to, we can
end the
session right now.
Ronni:
Well he leans over and starts kissing my neck, I mean
real
fucking hot kisses .. then like right above my tits.
He puts his
arms around me and starts feeling all over my body
while he kisses
me everywhere. I was so fucking wet, too, coz he was
making me feel
so fucking hot. I know I'm supposed to have my eyes
closed, but the
whole fucking time I'm peeking down my nose at his
crotch, and I can
see his cock, and I just want to grab it. But I didn't
want to be a
slut or anything, so I just sat there with him real
close like that,
and just got hotter and hotter. Then I finally just
did it. I just
put my hands in his lap. He was real cool about it,
too, only
jumped a little. Then I saw him smiling at me, and he
winked at me
when I started tugging on his cock. And he's like,
'You weren't
lying. You have done this before.' Then he starts
telling me how
good it felt, and that made me feel so great, and I got
even wetter,
coz I had this big dick in my hands, and I was this
older guy and I
was making him feel real good. I just wanted it to go
on forever,
you know.
Bronwen:
What was Sarah doing during all this?
Ronni:
She was on the other side of the couch, right next to
me, you
know, and I could feel her squirming around coz she was
getting so
hot. And I'd look up at her, and her eyes were so
fucking big, and
that made me even wetter, you know, having her watching
me and him.
And I'm like, 'You can play with your puss, Sarah.
It's cool. Why
don't you play with your puss while you watch us.
That'd be cool,
wouldn't it ..?' And she kind of nodded, and the next
time I looked
over she had her dress up and her panties pushed aside,
and she was
playing with herself. And Paul was like, 'That is so
fucking
beautiful. You're so beautiful, Sarah.' Which really
got her hot
coz her face and everything got all flushed. I kept
squeezing his
cock, and he was breathing real heavy, and then I saw
his face over
mine, and he pressed his lips up to mine. He fucking
kissed me so
hot I just melted, you know. His lips were so soft,
but so .. you
know .. experienced. He nibbled on my lips, and when
he put his
tongue in my mouth he didn't just jam it in like the
boys did. We
kissed like in the movies. I felt dizzy, from the
booze I guess,
but I think I would have been just as dizzy if I were
kissing him
straight. He was that hot.
Bronwen:
You told me before that Sarah had a crush on Paul. How
did
that make you feel, engaging in sexual contact with him
while she
watched you both? Did that bother you at all?
Ronni:
No .. I mean, yeah .. I mean, I was thinking of her
there, all
jealous probably, looking at me making out with Paul.
I mean, we'd
talk about him ALL THE TIME. But I didn't think she
was pissed or
anything coz, like I said, she was playing with herself
pretty
fierce, and when I'd look at her she didn't shoot me
daggers or
anything, she was just sitting there, getting off
looking at me
making out with him and wishing it was her, I guess.
But I really
wasn't paying that much attention, coz he just kept
kissing me - my
lips, my neck, my chest right above my sweater's
neckline - and then
he lifted my sweater and started kissing my tummy.
Then I'm like,
'Will you lick my puss?' and he's like, 'Relax, we have
all
afternoon.' And he just kept kissing my tummy and
licking my belly
button, and I was moving my hips up and down trying to
get him to
take off me jeans, but he wouldn't right away. He must
have kissed
my tummy and shit for like ten minutes, and I was major
freaking it
felt so good. I took off my bra and he played with my
tits while he
licked my belly-button, then he slid his tongue up my
tummy, licked
my ribs, and then put his lips down around my one
nipple and sucked
and licked it til I thought I was going to pee my
panties I was so
fucking wet. He licked every part of my tits, too, all
around them,
and ..
Bronwen:
I think I get the picture, Rhonda. Now what else
happened.
Did he have oral contact with your vagina?
Ronni:
Fuck yeah he ate my pussy. Best fucking pussy eater
I've ever
had for a guy. He finally got my jeans and panties
off, and just
fucking ate me. As soon as his tongue hit my nobby, I
just came in
a big fucking puddle. He had me that hot, you know. I
fucking
flooded his face. Then he stayed down there and did me
all over
again. It was the first time I'd ever cum with a guy
or anyone
else. And he got me off with his mouth so hard I felt
like I was
going to have a heart attack. Shit, he could eat
pussy. He was
real into it, too, not like a lot of guys who just do
it coz they
know it'll get them some head. He fucking loved my
young puss. He
fucking ate my pussy good.
Bronwen:
What happened then?
Ronni:
After I came again, he just worked his way up my body
again
with mouth until he was standing over me, his dick in
my face, then
he just pushed it between my lips.
Bronwen:
He forced you to have oral sex with him?
Ronni:
Forced, my ass! I wanted to suck his dick so bad I
practically bit it off I was sucking so hard. I wante
dto make him
feel good just like he did me. He showed me what to do
.. how he
liked it. He took my hands off his shaft and put them
on his balls
and told me to play with balls. Then he fucked my face
with his big
dick, real slow at first til he was sure I was into it.
Then he
started jamming it deeper into my mouth until I started
gagging.
Then he'd let up and let me catch my breath, and then
he'd start all
over again, jamming it even faster and deeper.
Whenever I tried to
put my hands on his cock to slow him down, he'd gently
put them back
on his balls, and keep fucking my face. At first it
freaked me out
coz I was like in no control at all, and he was just
fucking my
face. But after a few minutes, I was like 'This is
cool.' I liked
feeling him control me. I mean he was pretty gentle
and all that,
but he was in complete control and I was just sucking
him down my
mouth with no control.
Bronwen:
Did you feel like you were being forced to do this?
Ronni:
In a way, yeah, like when I'd gag a little on his cock
and
he's make me leave it in my mouth for a few seconds
before taking it
out and let me breathe. But he wasn't like raping me
or anything,
just dominating me, you know. I've done that a lot
since then, and
I like it if the guy's good at it. You ever do Dom/sub
stuff?
Bronwen:
What other sexual activities did you engage in with him
that
afternoon?
Ronni:
Well, he fucked my face like that for a few, then he
pulled
out of my mouth and he looks over at Sarah and he's
like, 'Come over
here andyou try.' But Sarah just sits there, so I kind
of pull her
over and take his cock and put it against her lips and
tell her,
'Just kiss it if you don't want to suck it.' So she
kisses it, and
I rub it all over face, and it looks so cool coz it's
so big and her
face was so small and cute. Then I'm like, 'Okay, lick
it now.'
And she started licking it, until finally I tell her,
'Just open
your mouth and let him put it inside, then suck on it.'
So she
does, and he's real gentle with her and lets her use
her hands to
kind of control it.
Bronwen:
She performed oral sex on him?
Ronni:
We both did. He got in between us, and we put our
mouths on
the sides of his cock, and he like slid it back and
forth between us
while we licked and sucked. And then he pulled his
prick away, and
we were kissing each other. Sarah tried to pull away,
but I hugged
her and in a second she was into it, too, and we kissed
for a minute
or so before he put his dick between our mouths and
slid it back and
forth again while we licked it. Then he'd pull away
again, and we'd
kiss again, and he kept this up for awhile, you know.
Bronwen:
So he coerced you and Sarah into interacting sexually
with
each other.
Ronni:
It's not like he forced us. I mean we would have done
shit
eventually ..
Bronwen:
Why do you say that?
Ronni:
Coz I would have done something. I mean I'd been
wanting to
kiss her and like feel her bod for a long time, and I
think she did,
too. I mean I know she did coz I could see her looking
at me a lot.
She loved my body. She was always saying I had such
nice tits and
how she wished she had tits like mine.
Bronwen:
What else happened that afternoon?
Ronni:
He told us to strip each other, and we did, and he took
off
all his clothes, and we went into his bedroom, and
started fooling
around again. And he's like, 'Do you girls want to
watch a video
while we fuck around?' And I'm like, 'Yeah.' So he
shwos us where
he keeps his pornos, and we look through them and I ask
him, 'What's
your fav?' And he picks out this one called "Amateur
Auditions" and
says, 'Let's watch this.' And it has these women in
it, and this
guy
interviews them, and finds out what they want to do,
and then he
makes it happen, you know. Like this one chick says
she wants to do
two guys, and he brings in these two guys and they fuck
her.
Bronwen:
And you watched this whole video?
Ronni:
Yeah, while we fooled around. It like gave me ideas,
you
know. I'd see the women doing something, and I'd try
it.
Bronwen:
Did he have sexual intercourse with you.
Ronni:
Mm hmm, twice, the second time was doggie style and I
came
like crazy. He fucked me hard and his cock was so huge
I thought it
was going to like rip me open at first.
Bronwen:
Did he have sex with Sarah?
Ronni:
Mm hmm .. We were fooling around, me and her, and I ate
her
out til she was real wet, and then he busted her
cherry. She could
only take like half his cock inside her, though, she
was so tight.
She looked so cool lying there getting fucked by this
huge dick. He
came on her tummy, and I licked it off. Then I ate her
out so she
came.
Bronwen:
This was the first time you'd ever had a lesbian
experience
.?
Ronni:
Yeah, it was no big deal, though, coz like I said I'd
been
thinking about lezzing since I was a kid, I guess. And
it wasn't
like I didn't know what to do. I just licked her puss
the way I
knew it would feel good on me, and she came. But she
wouldn't eat
me .. at least not then.
Bronwen:
I take it you has several encounters with Paul after
this.
Ronni:
Yep.
Bronwen:
You and Sarah?
Ronni:
For awhile, yeah.
Bronwen:
What do you mean by that?
Ronni:
She got pissed at us, I guess.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
Coz of the other girls.
Bronwen:
What other girls?
Ronni:
The ones Paul had us bring over. She really liked him,
and
she just couldn't deal.
Bronwen:
Back up here. What other girls are you talking about.
Ronni:
The ones from all the parties we started doing with
him. We'd
go to the parties he did, and he'd have us find girls
who wanted to
party with us.
Bronwen:
He .. he had you recruiting girls .. for sex parties.
Ronni:
Yeah, I mean it wasn't just him. It was me, too. I
was kind
of like the one who started it. We went to the Jewish
party, and it
was a bat mitzvah, which is like a bar mitzvah, only
for a girl and
not a boy ..
Bronwen:
And what happened at this party?
Ronni:
I like .. you know .. I started hanging out with the
girls,
and I saw these three that looked pretty cool, so I
watched them,
and then I saw them sneak outside when no one wa
slooking. So I
figured they were grabbing a smoke, so I went out with
them while
Sarah was helping Paul, and I found them behind the
building
smoking. And I'm like, 'Hey, what's up?' And they're
like, 'You're
with that magician guy, huh ..?' And I'm like, 'Yep.'
And we get
to talking, and I start telling them shit, you know ..
Bronwen:
No, I don't, Rhonda. Tell me.
Ronni:
Well, they're like, 'You work for that guy. He's
pretty hot.
How much does he pay you?' And I'm like, '$50 bucks.'
And they're
like, 'Shit, that's cool.' Then I tell them that ain't
even the
best part. And they're like, 'What do you mean by
that?' And so I
tell them how he has me and Sarah over to his house to
party, and
how he has this huge dick and how he eats pussy and
fucks us. And
they're blown away. And I'm like, 'You girls like to
party?' And
they're like, 'Sure.' So I tell them I'll ask Paul if
they can come
over next time and party with us. I tell them he's got
booze and
pot and he'll give you money and stuff ..
Bronwen:
He .. he gave you drugs, too .. and money ..?
Ronni:
Sure. He had shit there, and we smoked it. Then, like
after
that first time, he's like, 'Hey, go buy yourself some
sexy clothes
for next time,' and he handed us a $100 bill each.
Bronwen:
You prostituted yourselves?
Ronni:
No, it wasn't like that coz we didn't even ask him for
the
money. He just gave it to us. We would have still
kept fucking him
without the money. It just made everything .. you know
.. a lot
more fun. We went up to the mall that night and bought
ourselves
these real cool matching outfits - white shirts, black
pants and
vests - so that we looked like magicians. I got mine
real tight,
too, so that my ass showed and my boobs stuck out ..
Bronwen:
You started bringing girls over to his house .. under-
aged
girls you met at these parties .. and you would drink,
take drugs
and have sexual relations with him, and he would pay
you all money?
Ronni:
Mm hmm .. pretty cool, huh ..?
Bronwen:
Rhonda, that's all for today, okay ..? We'll pick this
up
where we left off next time. All right ..?
Ronni:
Sure thing, bitch.
Session Four
Bronwen:
Hello, Rhonda. How are we doing today?
Ronni:
I'm locked up this dump, my leg fucking hurts, and
you're a
bitch. Does that answer your question?
Bronwen:
You seem angry today. Do you want to talk about that?
Ronni:
Not really.
Bronwen:
Well, what do you want to talk about?
Ronni:
Getting out of this fucking hole.
Bronwen:
You don't like being here ..?
Ronni:
Would you? This is a fucking jail.
Bronwen:
You are staying here as an alternative to the juvenile
detention center. You were found guilty of ..
Ronni:
I know what I fucking did. I was there. Remember?
Bronwen:
But do you remember? We haven't talked about what
happened in
the car, have we?
Ronni:
We crashed. Nikki and I hit the air bags. I busted my
fucking leg up. She fucked up her back. Those guys ..
Bronwen:
What? What Rhonda?
Ronni:
They're all right. I saw them at the hearing.
Bronwen:
You think they're 'all right.'
Ronni:
Sure.
Bronwen:
The one man, Mr. Secrist, is in a wheelchair. The
other man
lost an eye.
Ronni:
They didn't fucking die, did they?
Bronwen:
And that makes them all right?
Ronni:
Listen, the whole thing was fucked up. It's not like
nikki
and I walked away from that shit. Look at me, I'm
locked up in
here, and nikki's in juvy. Those fucking hermans got a
fucking
lawyer, paid a fucking fine, and they're walking
around. I'd say
they're fucking doing all right .. yeah!
Bronwen:
One of them is crippled, the other lost an eye, their
names
were in the newspapers, they lost their jobs and their
families ..
you think that's all right, Rhonda? Do you?
Ronni:
They knew what the fuck they were getting into. They
could
have just told us to fuck off when we went up to them
in that
restaurant. It was their fucking decision. All they
had to do was
fucking say, 'no.' But they're just fucking hermans,
and anything
that happened was their fault, too.
Bronwen:
And what about Mr. Urbanski? Was it his fault, too?
He had a
stroke because of you and your friend.
Ronni:
You can't fucking prove that. They never fucking
proved that.
He could have had that fucking stroke any time.
Bronwen:
Rhonda, your own account says he was unconscious when
you and
Nicolette left his house and stole his car. He was
discovered hours
later by his wife just as you left him.
Ronni:
That's a fucking lie. We left him in the living room,
they
found his old-fart ass in the kitchen by the 'fridge.
The 'fridge
was open. He was going to get something to feed his
fucking face
and he popped a vein. That had nothing to do with me
and nikki.
Bronwen:
You stole his car. He can't even speak anymore. He's
in a
nursing home now. Is he all right?
Ronni:
We gave him the monster fuck of his fucking life. You
weren't
there. He was fucking happy when we left him. That
old fart loved.
We didn't fucking do anything to him that he didn't
want to do.
Bronwen:
That's not the point, Rhonda. What about the
consequences of
your actions? You seem to think it justifies anything
you or anyone
else does if someone desires it or orgasms because of
it. You don't
see any of the consequences from your actions. That's
why you're
here. That's what we're trying to get through to you.
No matter
what you might think, we don't think you're bad or
crazy.
Ronni:
So what do you fucking think then?
Bronwen:
That you're a very confused young lady who's been
through a
lot and hasn't been able to sort it all out yet. So
you act out
against all the pain you feel inside.
Ronni:
What fucking pain? I didn't have any pain til you
locked me
up in this fucking hole. I was doing fucking fine
without your
fucking help you fucking bitch.
Bronwen:
Prostituting your sexuality for money and drugs ..
hurting
people .. being treated like a piece of garbage .. you
call that
doing fine? Tell me how that's fine, Rhonda. You tell
me how
that's fine!
Ronni:
When was the last you got fucked, bitch? I mean really
fucked
.. so your fucking toes curled, and your insides got
all smooshy,
and your fucking head is like twelve miles higher than
your body ..?
When was the last time you fucking had a big dick
slamming inside
you, or your face buried in a hot puss ..?
Bronwen:
Is that all life is to you, Rhonda? Big dicks and hot
pussies? That's all you're ever going to aspire to?
That's all
that's out there for the rest of your life? Does that
sound right
to you?
Ronni:
Sounds a lot better than the Quo bullshit life you
lead,
bitch. The only way you get off is mind-fucking girls
like me,
remembering how it was when you were young and maybe
had a puss
worth fucking, you fat fucking cow! But now you can't
fucking have
that so you have to make it so I can't, too. But not
until after
you make me tell you all the shit I've done, so you can
go home and
play with yourself. YOU FUCKING MAKE ME SICK!! You
fucking sick
fucking fat uptight cow .. BITCH .. CUNT ..
Bronwen:
I've paged the orderlies. We will be calling this
session
short today until you've calmed down ..
Ronni:
That's it, you fucking cow! Drag my ass out of here so
you don't have to hear the fucking truth .. cunt ..
Session Five
Bronwen:
You seem quite today.
Ronni:
Don't want to go back to the hole. What do you expect?
Bronwen:
You were .. You do know you were out of control, don't
you ..?
Ronni:
Whatever.
Bronwen:
When you pose a danger to yourself and others, you will
be secured, Rhonda.
Ronni:
You mean tied up, don't you ..?
Bronwen:
We can't allow you to hurt yourself or anyone else,
Rhonda. Maybe you can't understand this now, but ..
Ronni:
Listen, I don't want to talk about this, okay ..?
Bronwen:
I think it's important we address your anger, not let
it build up again. Obviously, you were angry about something
before our last session, and I touched something off. Maybe,
with some distance, we can understand it better now. How does
that sound?
Ronni:
Do I have a choice?
Bronwen:
We could end the session right now and you could go
back to your room.
Ronni:
No thanks.
Bronwen:
You're still not getting along with your roommate I
take it.
Ronni:
She's a fruit-loop.
Bronwen:
Is that why you've been feeling so angry lately, or is
it something else?
Ronni:
It's being in this fucking hole, okay ..?
Bronwen:
Could we talk about your friends, Rhonda? Would you
like to talk about them?
Ronni:
Whatever.
Bronwen:
Let's talk about your boyfriend, Joshua.
Ronni:
He ain't my fucking boyfriend.
Bronwen:
I'm sorry. By your stories, I assumed that ..
Ronni:
He's a guy I fuck. That's all they are now, just guys
I fuck.
Bronwen:
But he was your boyfriend ..?
Ronni:
I guess so, if you want to call him that.
Bronwen:
That's what you wrote in your stories.
Ronni:
Okay, when we first met and went out, yeah, he was my
boyfriend.
Bronwen:
When was this?
Ronni:
When I was 14.
Bronwen:
Were you still having sexual relations with Paul at the
time?
Ronni:
Yeah, sometimes. He had a lot more girls coming over
then.
Bronwen:
Girls you procured for him.
Ronni:
Yeah .. whatever.
Bronwen:
How did you feel about that?
Ronni:
It didn't matter really. I was like ready to move on,
too, you know. He'd pretty much fucked me every way he
could by then, and I was getting bored with it, you know.
He had the other girls bringing girls over, too. So I just
quit going over and doing the magic shows.
Bronwen:
What about Sarah? Were you still friends?
Ronni:
Not really. We kind of drifted. I was kind of loning
it, you know. Then I started hanging up at the coffee place ..
Bronwen:
Magic Beans ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, you know, after school. I was heavy into reading
then. I'd like read a book a day, and not stupid girly shit,
either, but real books, you know. I was into cults a lot then,
like Charles Manson and that stuff. I was reading this book
called "The Ultimate Evil" about how Charles Manson and the
Son of Sam belonged to the same cult, this killer cult called
the Four Pi's. This guy researched the whole book.
It was pretty cool. So I was hanging up there and
reading this book when this guy who works there comes
over and says, 'Hey, do you like that book?' And I'm like,
'Yeah, it's cool.'
So we started talking about cults and secret conspiracies
and stuff, and he tells me about all these books he's read,
and the next time I come in he loans me a book about conspiracies
and how they're connected to Christianity. So, we started
hanging out together, me, him, and his best friend, Nickey.
Bronwen:
This boy was Joshua, I take it.
Ronni:
Yeah .. that's how we met. I mean I had no idea who he
was coz he was a sophomore in High School, and I was still
in Middle School. But we started going out after awhile, and
hanging out over at Nickey's coz his parents weren't around
so we could drink and party and fuck. Nickey was in my grade,
and he knew Josh coz they grew up down the street from each
other. Nickey was heavy into skateboards, too, and so was
Josh, so I kind of got into it, too.
Not so much the skateboarding with me, but the style,
you know - thrashing .. the music, how we dressed, all that
shit.
Bronwen:
How were your sexual relations with Joshua?
Ronni:
He was a virg before me. Hadn't even had his dick sucked. I
had to like teach him all sorts of stuff, and sometime
she didn't like that.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
Coz he was older than me, I guess, and I was more experienced,
you know, so it made me like a slut, maybe. I'd be like,
'Fuck my ass,' and he'd be, 'Where'd you learn about that shit?'
And then I'd tell him about the Jack and the guys, or the shit I
did with Paul, and he'd get pissed a lot. But we always made up
coz I fucked him so good, I guess.
Bronwen:
Did you enjoy having sex with him?
Ronni:
Yeah, it was cool. I mean we were friends first, and he was
cute, and after I got him into fucking he could like monster
fuck me coz I told him exactly what I liked. He liked fucking
my ass the best, I guess, coz when he'd do that he'd go ape shit.
It fucking hurt, you know .. sometimes.
Bronwen:
Were you having sex with anyone else at the time?
Ronni:
Yeah .. I mean we'd sometimes fuck around with Nickey
when he
was drunk. Nickey's just a perv, so he'd do anything.
He'd
download all this porn off the net, and we'd look at
that, get
stoned, and mess around together.
Bronwen:
When you say 'together', you mean all three of you at
the same time ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, like I'd blow them both, or I'd blow one and fuck
the other. Or Nickey would blow Josh while I watched or
sucked him.
Bronwen:
Nickey and Josh engaged in homosexual activity
together.
Ronni:
Yeah, if Josh was stoned enough. He's not gay or
anything,
it's just that I'd tell him how much it turned me on ..
you know,
gay sex .. and he'd let Nickey do it to him, but he
wouldn't do
Nickey coz that would make him gay in his mind, I
guess.
Bronwen:
Was Nickey gay?
Ronni:
Fuck no. He's just a perv, gets off on just about
anything,
the weirder the better.
Bronwen:
How long did this three-way relationship last?
Ronni:
Like a few months, almost to the end of the year. Then
nikki
porno came around.
Bronwen:
In one of your stories, you said that Nicolette started
hanging around because she became friends Nickey.
Ronni:
Yeah, they were always in detention together. I knew
who she
was, and we were like 'Hi' to each other and shit, but
I was in all
the Advanced Classes, and she was like in Basic
everything, so we
didn't know each other. But I thought she was cool, I
mean she was
so fucking hot. No one gave her shit, either, and
people talked
about her like they talked about me. So one day, she
comes over
when we're all at Nickey's and we pack some bowls, and
she says,
'Hey, did you really fuck all those guys like they
say?' And I'm
like, 'Yeah, how about you?' And she's like, "Mm hmm.
Do you go
lezz, too?' And I'm like, 'Want to find out?' And
while this shit
is going on, Josh and Nickey are like sitting there
flipping their
shit, watching us.
Bronwen:
You two had sex in front of Joshua and Nickey?
Ronni:
Fuck yeah! And it was like the most monster fucking
intense
shit I'd ever had. We were both like trying to show
each other how
hot we were, meanwhile we thought each other were so
hot, too. I
mean I fucking wanted her so bad, and she was the same
way. So we
fucked each other for like an hour straight and we both
came like
three times, and then Josh and Nickey joined in, and we
fucked all
afternoon and night until his mom came home from work
like 10:00
o'clock. One of us would cum, and we'd go take a piss
or get
something to eat, and be walking around his house
naked, and then
one of us would go find them and start fucking all over
again. We
like fucked in every room of his house. After that, it
was always
like that, going over to Nickey's after school,
partying our asses
off and fucking. One day, this other guy Josh was
friends with in
High School came by, this big guy who was like a big
jock but
totally cool ..
Bronwen:
Was that Mikey?
Ronni:
You really did read my stories, huh ..?
Bronwen:
Yes, I did.
Ronni:
Well, it was the five of us, then. We hung out all
spring and
then the summer together. Then the next year, Nickey,
nikki and I
were up in high school with Josh and Mikey, so we got
even tighter.
Mikey was still doing the jock thing, though, so he'd
get these
fluff girls all over him, and kind of break away from
us for awhile
til he dumped them and started hanging around us again.
Meanwhile,
ee just kept partying on.
Bronwen:
When did you start engaging in sex with the drug
dealers in
the coffeehouse parking lot?
Ronni:
Later, that year. Nikki had been doing it before then
for
awhile ..
Bronwen:
Nickey, or Nicolette?
Ronni:
Nikki .. nikki porno. She'd been doing that for shit
since
the year before. She'd tell me about it, and ask me if
I wanted to,
but I'd say 'No' coz I was like with Josh and he had
this thing
about niggers, and he was getting me all prejudiced,
too. He'd
always be on nikki's case when she'd bring in some shit
and tell us
how she fucked these niggers for it.
Bronwen:
Why do you insist on using the term 'niggers.' I would
prefer
you didn't.
Ronni:
Listen, I ain't a racist. That's just the term, you
know.
They're all like 'Nigger this' and 'Nigger that.' So
that's what we
call them. Not all black guys are niggers, but those
guys are, you
know.
Bronwen:
Still, the term is offensive.
Ronni:
You mean you find it offensive ..?
Bronwen:
It is an offensive, demeaning term, Rhonda, no matter
how you
may try and rationalize it.
Ronni:
Whatever.
Bronwen:
Tell me about the first time you had sex with these men
in
exchange for drugs.
Ronni:
It was after this one time me and Josh got in this
fight, and
nikki and I wanted to get stoned, but we didn't have
any money. And
she's like, 'I know where we can get some shit.' And I
knew what
she was talking about, and since I was pissed at Josh I
was like,
'Fuck him, let's do it.'
Bronwen:
Did you feel Nicolette was coercing you in any way?
Ronni:
No way. I was totally into it. I wanted to see what
it was
like, especially because they were black, you know.
I'd always
wondered what that was like coz you hear about how big
black guys
are all the time. I'd ask nikki, but she'd just say,
'You'll see.'
So I was psyched about that.
Bronwen:
You went up to the coffeehouse, then, and found them
..?
Ronni:
Yeah, same fucking Lincoln, too. Nikki just walks up,
and
they're like, 'Who's the new bitch? She's fine. You
gonna party,
too, baby?' And I was fucking wet out of my mind. I
was hot, I was
scared, I was going fucking crazy. Half of me wanted
to run, but
nikki just got me inside the car, and we started
dealing. This guy
pushes my face down to his crotch and tells me, 'Take
it out and
suck on it, baby.' So I take out his cock and I
fucking freaked it
was so long, and hard and black. It was like sucking
the first dick
I ever sucked all over again. Thanks to Paul, I knew
how to take
that shit deep and not use my hands like a little girl,
and the guy
was like, 'Shit, this bitch knows how to suck. Look at
this shit!'
And all the guys are like, 'Shit, we want some of
that.' So, I
sucked them all off while nikki kept a look out.
Bronwen:
Nicolette didn't participate at all.
Ronni:
She like stroked some of them to get them real hard for
me,
but no, she didn't suck no dick that time. It was just
me. When it
was over, my fucking jaw ached, and we climbed out of
there, and we
got FUCKING STONED! Then we fucked, too, and nikki had
me tell her
all about how it felt sucking my first black cock.
Bronwen:
So, this was when you started prostituting yourself for
drugs?
Ronni:
Mm hmm.
Bronwen:
How often did you do this?
Ronni:
A lot at first, like five times in the next few weeks.
Whenever we needed shit. I kind of got back with Josh
after that,
so we kind of cooled it for awhile, but then we'd just
do it, you
know, coz we wanted shit, and it was easy that way. At
first, Josh
wouldn't touch any of the shit we got from the Lincoln,
but after
awhile he just accepted it, I guess, coz he started
partying with us
again. I mean he still gave us shit, but he wasn't
going to control
us.
Bronwen:
You've told others you were raped. Did this really
happen?
Ronni:
Yeah, I guess.
Bronwen:
Yes or no? Were you raped, Rhonda?
Ronni:
Yeah, but it was my stupid fault.
Bronwen:
Why do you say that?
Ronni:
Coz I was being stupid. I was up at Magic Beans one
night
without nikki or Josh or anyone, just myself.
Bronwen:
Where were they?
Ronni:
Over at Nickey's, I guess. I was just tired of hanging
with
them. I wanted to be by myself. I guess I wanted to
see this guy,
too, one of the black guys, but I didn't want nikk or
Josh or anyone
around. He was pretty hot. I guess I liked him. So I
walk up to
his car, and he's with his peeps, and he's like,
'Ronita?' coz
that's what they called me. 'What's up, baby?' And
I'm like, 'Hey,
you want to grab a cup of coffee inside?' I was like
asking this
guy out or something. His peeps were all laughing and
shit, but he
says, 'Okay,' and he comes in with me, and we just sit
and talk for
a few until he says, 'I got some killer shit back at my
crib, baby.
You want to party a little?' And I'm like, 'Yeah!' So
we go out to
his car, and we take off, and his peeps drop us off at
this house,
and we go
inside. And he just takes me by the hair and puts me
down on the
floor, right there in the doorway with the door still
fucking open,
and he's like, 'You know what to do, bitch!' I was
pretty hot now,
so it was cool, you know. I took out his dick and
started sucking
him off. Then he came, and he's like, 'Let's go in and
get
comfortable.' I crawl into the living room behind him,
and he gets
out some crack, and I'm like 'I don't do that pipe
shit.' And he's
like, 'Just try it, baby, just a little.' So, I try
it, and my head
like splits apart after one hit. And I start freaking
out a little,
and he has me take another hit, and suddenly its like
something's
cut the string that's holding my brain inside my head.
And I'm
floating. I suck his dick some more, and he's all hard
again, and
I'm like, 'Fuck me!' And he pins me up against this
couch, spreads
my legs real far and just slams me. I'm so fucking
cracked, I cum
like monster unreal. I'm crying and shit, then I feel
him turn me
on my stomach, and start slapping my ass, and then I
know what he
wants. So I start screaming at him, 'No, don't do
that! Don't fuck
my ass, you fucking nigger!' But I guess that pissed
him off or
something coz he shoved my face in the couch and he
just rammed his
cock up my asshole. It fucking hurt so much, and he
just kept
fucking me. So I'm like looking all around, trying not
to cry,
trying just to get through it, you know. And I start
counting the
tiles on his floor, one at a time, real slow, like if I
finished and
he wasn't done I'd fucking lose my mind. I counted 126
tiles before
I felt him cum in my ass. Then he gets off me and gets
a beer.
He's like, 'Do you want a beer, baby?' And I'm like,
'Sure.' I mean
what the fuck was I supposed to do. I finish my beer
and he says,
'You going?' And I'm like, 'Yeah.' So I get out of
there, and I'm
in this strange neighborhood, walking around and this
cop car pulls
up, and they start hassling me, and I guess I passed
out coz when I
wake up I'm in the hospital emergency room. Then these
doctors
check me out, and my mom's there, and everyone's asking
me
questions. So I tell them I was getting high with these
guys, and I
passed out. They're like, 'What guys? What are their
names?' But I
knew they'd been checking my puss and ass and stuff and
knew I'd
been fucking. So I'm start telling them about these
white guys on
motorcycles coz I didn't want my mom knowing about the
Lincoln and
shit coz she would have freaked. She was bad enough
thinking it was
white guys who'd fucked my ass. I spent the night in
the hospital,
and I was so scared I swore I'd never do drugs or fuck
another guy
as long as I lived.
Bronwen:
What happened after that? How long was it before you
became
sexually active again?
Ronni:
Not fucking long. I kind of wandered around in a daze
for a
few days, and stayed away from nikki and Josh and
everyone. My mom
was watching me, too, and I stayed in for like a week,
and I called
Sarah, and I'm like telling her all this stuff that's
happened to
me. And I'm begging her to be my friend again, but
she's like, 'I'm
so sorry, ronni, but I really gotta go.' So I think,
'Fuck this!'
and I sneak out after my mom falls asleep around 10:00
and walk all
the way up to the coffeehouse. And he's sitting there
at this table
talking to these girls, the nigger who raped me. So he
sees me, and
he comes over, and he's like, 'Hey, baby.' But I tell
him to fuck
off. So he keeps at me, asking me what's wrong, so
finally I'm
like, 'You fucking raped me, you fucking nigger!' And
he just gets
all quiet, and then he says, 'Wow, I didn't know. I
thought that's
what you wanted. You were so into it. You told me to
'fuck' you.
I thought that's what you wanted. Why did you tell me
to 'fuck' you
if you didn't want me to?' He got me all confused. I
started
thinking if I maybe wasn't remembering everything wrong
coz I was
stoned. I mean remembered being all hot and asking him
to fuck me.
So then I start thinking maybe this rape stuff was all
bullshit I
just said at the hospital to get everyone off my case.
He was so
fucking nice, too. He bought me a coffee, and we just
sat and
talked, until he's like let me take you home. So we
left together,
and he started moving on me out in the car, and we were
making out
and shit, and then he pulls up back to the house we
were at before.
He's like, 'Let's go inside for a minute. I've got some
good shit.'
Bronwen:
You went inside with him ..?
Ronni:
Yeah, like I said, pretty stupid, huh ..?
Bronwen:
Why, Rhonda? Why did you go inside?
Ronni:
Coz I wanted to .. I wanted .. I thought it was
different.
I'd been in this daze for over a week, and being there
with him was
the first time I'd felt anything in days. I just .. I
didn't want
it to stop. So I went in, and we partied a little, and
I sucked his
dick again, and he got my clothes off, and then I knew
what was
going to happen, but by that time I knew it was too
late to tell
him, 'No,' coz shit had already happened.
Bronwen:
So you didn't say anything to him? You didn't tell him
you
didn't want to have sex?
Ronni:
No, I just let him fuck me again. It was my stupid
fault. I
knew what was going to happen, so it was my fucking
fault I was
there.
Bronwen:
What happened after that?
Ronni:
Well, this time I made him fucking drive me back to
Nickey's.
Josh and nikki were over there. They were like,
'What's up, ronni?'
And I told them I needed to sleep over there. So I
crashed there on
nickey's floor, and later nikki gets next to me and I
just hug her.
And she's like, 'What's up, girlfriend?' And I tell
her everything,
real soft coz Josh and Nickey are over at Nickey's
computer looking
at dirty pics. Nikki was like, 'Shit, ronn, why didn't
you tell me
this?' I was crying, and she was just holding me, and
I guess I
fell asleep.
Bronwen:
What did you do about this man who raped you? Did you
do
anything?
Ronni:
No, he just kind of disappeared. I still see him
sometimes,
but he doesn't hang out at the coffeehouse much at all
anymore. I
stay the fuck away from him when he does, though.
Bronwen:
But even after all that, you still continued exchanging
sex
for drugs.
Ronni:
Mm hmm.
Bronwen:
Why?
Ronni:
After awhile, it was just something else that had
happened,
you know, like Jack and the guys in the barn, or Paul.
As long as I
was with nikki, we were always in control of shit.
We'd fuck for
shit, or for tatts or pierces, but no one ever did that
shit to me
again. If I fucked someone, even if it got freaky,
that was my
choice. I never let anyone fuck me again if I didn't
want to.
That's what that taught me.
Bronwen:
Yet, you've forced others to have sex against their
will,
haven't you ..?
Ronni:
No.
Bronwen:
What about what you did to your friend Tammy, or to
Manel, or
the woman in the shopping mall store?
Ronni:
That's different.
Bronwen:
Why is that different?
Ronni:
It just is.
Bronwen:
Why? Explain that. Explain how it's different.
Ronni:
..
Bronwen:
Rhonda?
Ronni:
Listen, I'm tired of explaining shit to you, okay ..?
I want
to go back to my room.
Bronwen:
You're avoiding the issue, Rhonda. Tell me how those
women
are different than you. Tell me.
Ronni:
..
Session Six
Bronwen:
You know what I'd like to talk about today, don't you
..?
Ronni:
No, what ..?
Bronwen:
You tried to escape two nights ago. Would you like to
tell me
why you tried to do that?
Ronni:
To get out of this fucking hole, bitch.
Bronwen:
You know, we could have sent you immediately into
juvenile
detention ..?
Ronni:
So, why the fuck didn't you?
Bronwen:
Do you really want to go to juvenile detention?
Ronni:
Maybe I do.
Bronwen:
Why would you want to go there, Rhonda?
Ronni:
At least nikki would be there.
Bronwen:
Nicolette ..?
Ronni:
Nikki, you bitch. Her name is nikki.
Bronwen:
Nicolette isn't the juvenile detention center, Rhonda.
She
was released from there weeks ago.
Ronni:
That's bullshit.
Bronwen:
No, it's not, Rhonda. Nicolette was granted early
probation.
Ronni:
Jesus, what scam did she pull?
Bronwen:
Do you mean you didn't know about this?
Ronni:
No.
Bronwen:
Have you been in contact with Nicolette, Rhonda?
Ronni:
How the fuck could I be. I'm locked up in here and
she's in
fucking juvy. You haven't let me get any mail from
her, and they
probably didn't give her any of the letters I sent her
either.
Bronwen:
We don't stop mail here, Rhonda. We may read it for
content,
but we wouldn't keep your mail from you. They don't do
that in the
juvenile detention center either.
Ronni:
That's fucking bullshit, and you know it. you know
I've sent
nikki like 30 letters. You fucking know coz you
fucking bastards
have read them, every one of them, and then you
probably throw them
away, don't you ..?
Bronwen:
They were delivered, Rhonda, all of them.
Ronni:
You're fucking lying, bitch!
Bronwen:
No, I'm not. We've delivered all the mail you sent,
and we've
given you all the mail sent to you.
Ronni:
I know you're fucking lying, bitch. I know all about
all your
psych shit. You can't mind fuck me with this shit.
Bronwen:
Nobody's 'mind fucking' you, Rhonda. I'm telling you
the
truth. We sent your letters to Nicolette. We've given
you all your
mail.
Ronni:
Fuck you!
Bronwen:
Why don't you think Nicolette has written you, Rhonda?
Ronni:
She has, you fucking bitch! She's probably written me
more
letters than I wrote her. You just won't give them to
me coz you're
trying to mind fuck me.
Bronwen:
That's not true, Rhonda. None of your old friends have
written to you, have they ..?
Ronni:
I know what fucking happened, bitch. Nikki Porno
busted out
of juvy, and she's coming here, and she's going to bust
me out of
here, and we're going to come and find you, you fat
fucking cow, and
nikki's going to get a dildo out and we're going to
fuck your fat
fucking ass, you fucking cunt!
Bronwen:
Rhonda, I think we'll continue this at another session.
Ronni:
Nikki porno's coming, you fucking cunt. She's coming
for your
fat cow ass. And we're going to double fuck your fat
cunt and fat
ass, you fucking cunt! You'll see! You'll fucking see
..
I Dream of Her Death
Roomful of God,
Carbon-black cinder-bent
Leaves petitioning
What has called her back
To dust
Then some country road
Dry to the miles
I have tramped
Over both our lives
To where even she
Cannot follow,
To the shore of a field
I can never cross
How the asphalt
Can never be the grass
Or the empty spaces
Now a freedom
That I could once take
Into my hands
To murder
Or hold
To that last instant
Where there would be
A cease of being
Two
Is the way the wind
Would have it be
To the dust
To the char-spent leaves
Wailing
In a room full of God.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Thrasher Girls VII
"Mormons"
The last time I breathed fresh "free" air, it was like
inhaling a trillion little ice cubes, each one cutting
my lungs like quantum-sized razor blades. That was in
January, before nikki porno and I got busted jacking
that herman's car. Eight months later, and it's
August, and the air between the front door of
Springvale Youth Home and moms' car is hot and wet,
just like the air inside the infirmary's laundry. I
won't miss that fucking laundry, that's for sure. Even
when it was 30 below outside, I'd rather have been
freezing my tits off in my room with Jesus-Girl and her
Bible Avengers than shaking out wet sheets in the
laundry. That's what they did when a girl exercised a
little freedom of thought in Gulag Springvale; they'd
stick your ass in the laundry and have you unload these
huge, monstrosity washing machines and shake out 800
pounds of wet sheets. All water-logged, though, the 800
pounds was more like 3,000 pounds, and the shit coming
out of the compartments was over a 1000 degrees. No
gloves either - no nothing. The skin used to peel off
the sides of my arms in chunks like I was a well-done
steak. FUCK THAT SHIT! I did my fucking time. They
tried their psych-out, Clockwork Orange, voodoo shit on
the little thrasher grl, and she came out-brain in-
fucking-tact! Can't say the same for the body, though.
Just my fucking leg, really; too much nerve damage down
my spine from the accident they tell me. Slamming 80
miles an hour into an air bag will do that to you, I
guess. I'll never walk without a limp again, and on
bad days I have to use this aluminum crutch that looks
like something out of L.L. Geek Catalog.
The crutch is definitely going. I'm going to get nikki
p., and we're going to go hardcore thrifting until I
find a kick-ass cane, one that goes with being an
outlaw. I'm thinking some kind of shiny black deal
with a jeweled handle that pulls out into a stiletto.
The kind a Bond villainess would whack with. Let's see
someone start something with the little gimp chick
then.
First things first, though, and that means surviving
the ride home with moms, the step-Goober and Peanut.
Peanut's my little brother, half-brother actually. I
can't remember if I've really written about him or
moms or the step-Goober before. If I have, I
apologize for the redundant redundancy. If I haven't,
here's all the data for your hard-drive.
Peanut is nine .. wait ten-years-old now. His birthday
is in July. I didn't get him anything. Shit! That's
something else I've got to do now that I'm sprung.
Moms was like 5-months knocked up with the Nut when she
and the Goober tripped over the altar. I was in
kindergarten. Moms and dads had been busted apart for
over a year, each managing their respective affairs
almost from the time I'd been born I guess.
My first day of kindergarten was also the day moms told
me dads was moving out. She'd tried to explain it to
me like her and dads had been 'best friends', but now
they weren't anymore, so they had to live apart. I
kind of understood what was going on, but I was
starting school, and nothing really sank in until
around Halloween when dads didn't take me trick-or-
treating.
That's when the Goober appeared on the scene. Instead
of dads with his piggy-back rides and big bear hugs I
got a big-footed, clumsy dork who made it a point of
not touching me at any time. When she was preggers, I
once heard mom ask Goobs to lift me into the back of
his van because she couldn't manage. He stared at me,
stupefied, then barely took my hand and told me I
needed to start acting like a big girl.
I tried to jump up, but I couldn't, and I fell and
scraped my knee. Then he just stood there with an even
stupider look on his face while moms came back and
lifted me up into the van. I heard them discussing
this whole deal later on, and moms asked him why he
hadn't lifted me. He'd replied that 'physical contact'
between us didn't seem 'appropriate' at that point in
our relationship.
The funny thing is, I remember actually understanding
what he was saying and agreeing with him. I was pissed
I'd scraped my knee, but I didn't want him holding me
and touching me like dads did. Later that day, I could
tell he was still upset by the whole thing, so I went
over to him and said: "I'm all right. And you're
right, I should be a big girl by now and get in the van
myself." From then on, that's exactly what I did, and
since that day me and the Goobs kind of have this
understanding - he lets me be a big girl and only helps
me when I ask him, which is next to never. Moms has
picked up on this arrangement, I guess, and she kind of
treats me the same way. I make the grades in school
and score high on all the Proficiency Tests, and she
leaves me to fuck up on my own. She'd handled the
visits to the principals and counselors all right, and
even gave them a piece of her mind. In moms' opinion,
my discipline problems are the fault of an education
system, which has no idea how to handle a "brilliant,
gifted young lady."
She might be right there, really. Even when I was in
elementary school, I was always finishing my work way
ahead of
everyone else, and this was when I'd get in trouble for
talking, passing notes, or doodling on my desk. My
teachers always tried to solve my 'idle hands' problems
with dumping extra work on me, or making me class
monitor, or some other bullshit. FUCK THAT! Just
because I'm smarter and faster than everyone, I get
punished with more work? I just refused to play that
game, which sent all the counselors into a tailspin
because that's always SUPPOSED to work with smart
troublemakers. I guess they could never comprehend
that a seven-year-old girl would be able to see through
that crap. That's when my ongoing war with the public
education system started.
Nine grades later, and all the counselors' prophecies
had finally turned true. Ronni really is the Bad-Seed,
the Antichrist 666, the Whore of fucking Babylon. I
felt sorry for moms more than anyone, really. She is
so idealistic and so post-70s femme. She really
thought if she let me 'do my own thing' while
'accentuating the positive' that I'd eventually outgrow
the 'rebellious stage' and mature into a 'self-
actualized' young woman without all the 'girlish'
weakness and 'phallocratic social conditioning' she
always bitched about.
Moms only ever said two things to me about sex and
drugs. One -- never let drugs or sex control you.
Two-always think of your personal safety first.
Another time, she once told me that 'No kick is worth
dying for.' It seemed to me now, as I crowded into the
backseat of her car, that I'd broken all three of these
motherly commandments, and things were probably going
to be a lot different between us now. I'd disappointed
and embarrassed her, exposed her to all the other moms
as a 'bad mother.'
Moms has an ego. She should. She's brilliant,
successful, and still looks great for a lady her age.
She's busted more balls than I can count, and when she
speaks her mind EVERYONE in the room listens. I felt
bad that I'd tarnished her image. She didn't deserve
that. She didn't deserve to be judged because of my
actions. That wasn't fair. I'd fucked up all on my
own. Well, at least one of her kids was turning out
right.
The Peanut is a great kid. I wish we were closer, but
he's just so young, and he has no idea where I'm at in
life. When I was around 10, and he was 4, we would
play together all the time. I'd baby-sit him, and he
would hug me like every chance he got. We haven't
hugged since I was 11 and started doing teenage stuff
with my friends. He'd ask me to play with him, but I
always had something better to do, and then he just
quit asking. I kind of want to reach over the backseat
and hug him now, but that would just be too weird for
both us. Instead, I smile at him, and he smiles back
.. well, sort of.
He knows I was in trouble, and that I did something
wrong, and that I was 'in jail.' No wonder he's scared
of me now.
"I thought we'd go out to lunch," moms tells us all
when we're finally out of the parking lot and headed
back to civilization.
"Rhonda, do you have anywhere in particular you'd like
to go?" Test time. Can ronni re-integrate successfully
into the suburban family social dynamic? Asking to
just go home so I can lie on my own bed in my own room
and try to put the last seven months out of my mind is
not an option here. Ronni must demonstrate she can
think of other people's feelings aside from her own.
"What about Mr. Toads?" I offer, my mind still on the
Peanut. Mr. Toads is his favorite restaurant -
unlimited pizza and videogames. I also figure the
general cacophony will cover up any awkward silences
that erupt. I can tag along with the Nut, play Mortal
Kombat and big sister Rhonda, and start rebuilding at
least some of the seven-month's worth of bridges I've
burned behind me. I catch the Peanut smile at me ..
for real this time .. and we're off to Never Never
Land. Moms and the Goober order two large 'Big Toad'
pizzas when we get there, and the Peanut and I hit the
videogames. He's still nervous, I can tell. His hands
shake when I press a handful of tokens into his palm.
"It's your token, Peanut .." I tell him. "Now what do
you want to lose at first?" He brightens up a little
when he hears me tease him like I used to do when we
were younger. Beating his big sister at any game is
always a big thing to him, especially if I trash-talk
him a little first. He drags me over to "Xtreme
Vengeance," a combat game with super-powered beings and
lots of gore. We play and trash-talk each other while
our animated fighters deal out lots of carnage. After
fifteen minutes, we are laughing and teasing each other
so hard I find it hard to remember that just one day
before I was still locked up and hadn't even broken a
smile for weeks. A part of my wants to tell Peanut
something, something about being his big sister, and
loving him, and being sorry for what I might have done
to upset him. The stronger part of me knows, though,
that naming my emotions would kill this moment forever.
Peanut doesn't need 'reconciliation,' he just needs his
big sister back. I'm glad I've trained myself not to
cry.
"Would you mind if I called nikki?" I ask moms after
we've returned home and it's about 7:00PM. "I haven't
heard from her in months. I just want to see how she's
doing, that's all," I add. "She is my best friend," I
keep on explaining while moms just looks at me. "A lot
can happen in seven months," moms tells me slowly.
"People can change. I hope you've changed .. a little
at least," she smiles weakly. "Can I call her or not?"
I ask, unsure of what moms is talking about. It's not
like her to be so yoda.
Usually the answers are straight and sure, like
gunfire.
"I can't stop you from calling her," moms smiles. "I
just want you to know that things change and people
change, that's all. You have to be prepared for that in
life. I want you to remember that. Change isn't
something you should judge. You can accept it or fight
it, but never judge it." "O..kay..?" What is with all
the Yoda shit? "I'm calling her then .. just for a few
minutes." I go over to the kitchen phone and dial
nikki. This is an effort on my part to show moms I'm
not hiding anything from her. I just got home, and I
don't'need 'issues' my first night back.
"Hello?" The voice belongs to nikki's mom. Her and
nikk sound so much alike, but I can always tell.
"Is nikki there?"
"Yes, this is Nicole .." Pause. "Rhonda?"
Shit, it is nikki. I must really have been gone a long
time.
I could always tell the difference between nikki porno
and her mom before. And what is with the 'Rhonda'
shit? Moms, Gobbs and the Nut were all calling me
Rhonda, too, all fucking day. "P-slut ..?" I laugh.
"What's up, girlfriend?" "Are you home?" nikk asks, not
answering my question. Typical nikki porno, always
wants to know everything else that's going on before
she'll tell you what's on her mind.
"Yeah, I was sprung today," I answer. "Is it all right
to talk?"
"Sure .." she responds after a long pause. "Sure," she
repeats quickly. "I didn't know," I keep talking. "I
figured you had some kind of .. you know .. restriction
on you since I never heard anything from you. Is
everything cool now?"
"Everything's real cool," she replies quickly and hse
catches her breath. "It's just .. it's weird hearing
your voice .. that's all. After everything that
happened. So much's happened since .. well, you know."
"Like what? Tell me everything, p--."
"I .. ah .." she pauses. "Could you ..?" she pauses
again. "Could I what?" "Could you .. could you call me
Nicole, or even just Nikki?" "I .. uh .. sure." She
sounds freaked or something, like she's talking to a
ghost. What is wrong with her? "Sure, Nikki. I'm
sorry," I add, only I don't know why.
"It's no biggie," she laughs. "I just .. I like that
better, okay."
"Sure," I shake my head. Whatever?! "So what you been
up to? I feel like it's been forever."
"Yeah, me, too .." she pauses again. "How are you?
Is you leg still busted?" "Yeppers," I try to laugh.
"I'm ronni the gimper now. We need to do some hardcore
thrifting and get me a killer cane so I can lose this
lame crutch they got me walking on. Can't have me
thrashing looking like a geek, can we?"
"Um .." she sounds like she hasn't even been listening
to me. "I'm kind of in the middle of a family thing
here. I .. I really kind of have to go."
"Sure," I try to sound casual. "I understand. Moms
doesn't like me rapping with juvies either," I manage a
laugh which she doesn't return. "So you wanna go
thrifting maybe tomorrow or something?" "Um .. let me
check .. hold on .." Her hand muffles the phone, and
I'm like in limbo for almost five minutes, listening
to muffled voices. "Hey, Rhonda ..?" Nikki finally
comes back. "My mom wants to know if you'd like to
come over tomorrow afternoon .. around 2:00 .. for
lunch ..?" Never in the two-plus years we'd known each
other had Nikki's mom ever invited me over to their
house for anything .. EVER! I have no idea how to
respond to this, but find myself answering: "Yeah,
sure, Nikk. We can go thrifting after that, okay ..?"
"Sure .." she still sounds a tad freaked out. "That'd
be great."
"See you tomorrow then." We say bye and hang up.
I turn to moms who's been listening the whole time to
my side of the whole conversation.
"You're going over there tomorrow?" she asks me.
"Mm hmm," I nod.
"Oh," is all moms says.
"For lunch .. her mom invited me," I add. "I didn't
think you'd mind. I promise it'll just be lunch and
then going to some thrift stores. I need a cane," I
explain. "This crutch thing is so lame. I can't be
walking around with it my whole life. I .. uh .. I'm
sorry, I guess I should have asked you first, huh ..?"
I wait for an answer, but she just keeps looking at me,
like she'd trying to decide whether to tell me
something or not. "It's just that her invitation took
me by surprise," I fill the silence. "I mean Nikki's
mom has never invited me over for anything. I think
I've only met her once or something. I got kind of put
on the spot, you know ..?" "I don't mind if you go over
there for lunch and go shopping," moms comes out of her
daze-thing and nods her head. "Just remember what I
said about change. People do change, okay ..? It's ..
inevitable," she says softly.
I nod. Whatever?! I go outside to find the Peanut and
see if he wants to watch TV with me. I haven't seen
television in months. Maybe we can find a cool movie.
Fantasies and clit diddling. I haven't been able to
really enjoy either in over six months. There was no
way I could've strummed my puss with Bible Girl talking
to Jesus not even ten feet away. My room was small
enough, but throw in the utter lack of personal
privacy, and the only time I could jack off was if I
played sick. Even then, I had nurses in and out of my
room at all times.
I think preventing me from masturbating was part of my
"therapy." Ronni the wild little thrasher slut needs
some cooling down. All prevention did, though, was
make me nuttier. Nothing to take the edge off, you
know, especially when all that cunt therapist ever
wanted to talk about was sex. She'd go home, listen to
a tape of me telling some fuck story from when I was
thirteen, and pop her puss good every night.
I was stuck with maybe squeaking one out in the toilet,
or doing a comatose stroke some night under the covers
when I couldn't take it anymore. Funny - I got over
craving booze and drugs quick enough, but never quit
jonesing for a nice, slow finger fuck to my own private
porno movie.
That night, then, my first night home, I'm itching to
get to bed, to get under my covers and inside myself.
I missed myself the last seven months, missed the way I
feel, missed the way my mind could take me to another
world and drop me off a bottomless cliff. It feels
weird when I finally get the lights off and my panties
off. I must have jacked myself to sleep a thousand
times over the years, but this time it's like I'm
somehow uncomfortable with myself again, like I was
when I first started playing with myself at eleven. I
try to think of the wildest thing I can imagine - I am
the President's daughter and I am on Air Force One
getting gangraped by a group of terrorists. They have
a nuclear bomb on board and they are going to blow up
New York City unless I do everything they say.
They make me perform in front of everyone on board -
the President, the First Lady, all the news media.
They make the television crews film the whole thing
and broadcast it worldwide. They are all around me,
tearing off my clothes, making me strip for them and
the cameras. They are wearing these fucked-up turbans,
waving around machine guns, and they smell like piss.
They make me take out each of their cocks one-by-one
while the television crews film it and the whole world
watches. Their cocks are thick and beefy and all
uncircumcised. Their foreskins hang out over the ends
of their pricks, and I have to pump each one to get it
really hard. They laugh at me, and bat my head back
and forth between their cocks like a volleyball. "Look
at the little American slut," the leader mocks me as he
seizes me and jams his smelly cock down my throat.
"She sucks cock like a whore, like all American sluts.
They are all cocksucking whores. She sucks cock just
like her mother taught her, don't you American girl
slut ..?" he keeps shoving his cock down my throat
before another man grabs my hair and impales my mouth
on his cock. "I fuck the throat of the daughter of the
president of the United States. Soon all teenage
American girls will be on their knees sucking our
cocks, brothers," he tells his men.
I am surrounded by these gang-raping terrorists, and
they make me perform every sexual act imaginable while
the cameras roll. Then they drag these flight
attendants into the fray, and force us all to eat each
other out and fist fuck each others' pusses and asses
while they cut our flesh with knives and carve words
like "Slut" "Pig," and "Whore" into our backs and butt
cheeks. Then one guy gets the idea to snuff one of us
while he's fucking her ass because he once heard that
dying girls give the best ride. They choose this
little blonde flight attendant who is begging for her
life. To shut her up, they bury her mouth in my snatch
and start fucking her sphinx hard with a gun to her
head.
I am crying and screaming, but I am also anxious ..
anxious to see what will happen. They are mashing the
girl's screaming mouth into my puss, and despite my
terror and I am fucking my puss into the poor girl's
face. All the terrorist guys are screaming "Snuff her.
Snuff the American bitch. Snuff all of them while we
fuck them." I don't want to die, but I start cumming
like crazy. The guy with the gun is pulling the
trigger.
I close my eyes and bite down on my palm to suppress my
moan.
I black out.
A couple seconds later the room comes whirling back
into my senses. My room .. my bed .. my fingers .. my
puss .. my body .. my mind. MY FUCKING MIND! I hug
the damp sheets and lick my taste off my fingers. I
miss the feel of another naked body next to mine. I
look out my window and watch the breeze seethe through
the curtains.
MY FUCKING MIND!
Moms wants to drop me off at Nikki's the next
afternoon. I want to walk. She's worried about my
leg. I tell her I'm no cripple and that I want to
walk. She doesn't argue with me and then hands me her
cell phone. "Call me if anything happens, okay ..?"
she tells me, like she expects to hear from me.
I'm pretty stupefied, I mean moms trusting me with her
cell
phone after all the shit I've pulled. She just gives
me this odd kind of grimace-smile when she sees me
limp off into the afternoon
sunlight.
It's still fucking hot out, and after I reach the end
of my
street I realize how fucking uncomfortable crutches can
be. Another mile. What the fuck was I thinking?
I almost turn back, but I can feel moms' eyes on my
back, and for some reason I feel like this is a test.
How strong am I? How much am I going to have to lean
on everyone else now? I keep on walking and actually
start kicking on the pain in a way. Pain - mental,
emotional or physical-always focuses me.
All the million thoughts screaming in my brain quiet
and coalesce into one point of white-hot light. It's
like when you tune all the fuzz out of a radio station
and everything comes in clear finally. I march forward
inside that clarity for the next half-hour until I see
Nikki's house.
Nikki's house?
Someone painted it and cleaned up the yard and trimmed
the hedges. There's one of those fake miniature
wells and a tiny cobblestone path leading up to it
from the sidewalk. A small, plaster lawn-gnome
sunning himself on a rock grins at me. What the ..?
I start to check the address when I see Nikki appear at
the front screen door. She's in a flowery dress that
practically covers her whole body, and she's carrying
what looks like a pitcher of lemonade. All the red is
gone from her hair, and I realize I've never seen the
natural strawberry blonde of her hair. No make-up or
lipstick, either.
"Nikk ..?" I laugh as I walk up the tiny cobblestone
path. "Hi, Rhonda," she smiles. "You walked over
here?" she seems surprised and a little troubled when
she sees me sweating and limping in obvious pain. "Are
you okay?"
"Hell yes," I grin, then pause. "Wow!" I finally say
what's on my mind as she opens the door and nothing
stands between us. "You look sooo different. Rehab,
huh ..?" I'm fishing for some kind of explanation.
"Yeah," she smiles like she has some kind of secret
she's not so sure she wants to share. "Kind of .."
"You're playing it smart," I whisper to her as I enter
her house. "Keeps 'em off your case." She doesn't
reply, and I quickly forget her silence as I soak up
the new interior surrounding me. It's like someone
came in and removed everything familiar from her living
room and replaced it with the keepsakes from another
family. There are family photos everywhere - - Nikki
and her parents and her brother in a bunch of different
locations doing a bunch of shit I never heard about.
Then I notice all the pics feature the new Nikki, and I
figure it out. Seven years worth of photos in seven
months.
Then I see Jesus.
He is everywhere, just like God's supposed to be I
guess.
He's laughing, he's talking to children, and he's
preaching to American Indians. Then Nikki's mom comes
into the room. "Rhonda!" she gushes, and it actually
seems genuine. "Oh, please, sit down. You must be
exhausted." She actually takes my forearm under my
elbow and leads me to what has to be a brand new couch.
It even smells like the furniture store. The cushions
are soft, and I sink into cumfiness despite myself.
"Dear," Nikki's mom smiles at her, "get Rhonda a glass
of lemonade. She has to be parched." Parched? The
word strikes me as even odder than the lady's outfit.
The only thing I ever saw Nikki's mom wearing was her
work uniform over a pale complexion. Now she's all
scrubbed down and suburban - cotton summer dress, same
flower pattern as Nikki's, and a deep tan. She looks
like she could run the marathon or something. But it's
the word 'parched' that really gets my radar up. It's
like hearing someone you've known for years suddenly
speak a foreign language. 'Parched' sounds like a word
Jesus would use, not nikki porno's mother. "We'll eat
in a few minutes," she pats my knee affectionately, and
I want to squirm, but I don't. I'm too wigged to even
move. "You do like tuna salad, don't you ..?"
"Um .. yeah .. that'd be great," I don't know what else
to say.
"You look good .. strong .." she adds quickly,
obviously aware I just limped into her house after a
mile trek. "I'm so happy you're here. I know
Nicolette has missed you. But you know how she is.
It's very hard for her to talk about her feelings ..
still," she adds. "She's starting to come out of her
shell, though. We all are. These last several months
have been hard for us .. but good," she smiles firmly.
"Adversity makes us grow. But you know that, don't you
..?" "Yeah," I find myself nodding. "Nicolette has
some other friends joining us," she looks up and smiles
at Nikki when she re-enters the room with a tray of
lemonade and three glasses. "I hope you don't mind,"
she turns back to me. "Tams?" I ask Nicole.
Nicole shakes her head and shoots me a weird look.
"No, you don't know them."
"Huh .." I can't think of anything else to say. I take
my glass of lemonade and drain it in one long gulp.
I'm that 'parched.' Nikki smiles at me and refills my
glass. The scene is so freaky that part of me wants to
crawl out of my skin and slither back out onto the
street. My curiosity gets the best of me, though, and
I find myself settling into the surreality. Nikk is
scamming something here, and I'm dying to find out what
the deal is.
"I'm going to check on lunch," Nikk's mom sips her
lemonade and stands up. "I'm sure you girls have some
catching up to do. We'll be eating in a few minutes.
You did tell Eld .. ah .. Jason, Scott and Loren two
o'clock, didn't you ..?" She looks over at the clock
on the fake fireplace mantle next to the "Jesus
Preaches to the Indians" picture.
"Yes, mom," Nikk seems slightly annoyed for a second,
but then she smiles. "I told them two o'clock.
You know how they are when they're out. They'll be
here."
She smiles back at Nikk. "It'll just be a few minutes,
Rhonda," she tells me again, then leaves the room.
"Okay, Nikk, what the hell is going on here?" I laugh
under my breath. She winces. Not the reaction I
expected. "Rhonda, could you ..?" she cuts herself
off, glances towards the kitchen, then back to me.
"I'm not sure you're going to understand all this, but
could you at least wait and give it a chance."
"Give what a chance?"
"I can't explain it .. not now at least .. just promise
me you'll give it a chance."
"What .. a chance?"
"Things are different now," she started. "I'm
different. I know how this is going to look, but if
we're going to be friends this is how it's going to
be."
"What do you mean 'if we're going to be friends?'"
"Like I said, I can't explain it. You'll just have to
see. Just promise me you'll wait. Can you promise me?"
"Sure, Nikk?" I shake my head. "Whatever you're
scamming, it's got be good. I mean look at you .." The
sound of a car in the drive interrupts us. Nikki
springs up from her chair and sprints to the door, the
way she used to when Josh and I would pull into her
driveway. I find myself standing, too, and peeking
through the screen door behind her. The kids getting
out of the car are dressed up like they're going to
church - the two guys in dark suits and ties, and the
girl in a navy blue skirt and blazer with a starched
white blouse. I see the leather-covered books clutched
in their hands, and then the surreality turns
absolutely X-Files.
For the first time I notice the books and magazines
strategically arrayed across the brand new coffee
table: "New Era," "The Ensign," "The Holy Bible," "The
Book of Mormon." Oh, shit ..
The bible-pushers enter the house with a clamor of
greetings and hugs for Nikki. I try to back off, but
gimpy ronni isn't quick enough. "You must be Rhonda,"
the bible-girl closes in on me and hugs me warmly.
She's covered in rusty hair and freckles over her pale
skin. She can't hide her scrumptious bod beneath her
geeky little bible-girl suit, and her green eyes just
pierce me.
I feel myself go all squishy in her arms, and I realize
I
haven't felt another girl's embrace in over half-a-
year.
Unconsciously, I hold on, pressing her into me. She is
totally huggable, and she doesn't freak. She holds
me until I slowly come back to reality - She's a
church-geek, ronni! Gradually, reluctantly, I
release my embrace.
"I'm Loren," she clutches my hands and shakes them.
"It's so great to finally meet you. Nicolette has told
us so much about you. I'm so glad to see you're up and
doing well. We have so much to talk about." She's a
talker, this one.
"I'm .. Scott," one of the Mormo-guys offers his hand,
shaking mine briskly. He's scrubbed, and with his red
hair and freckles he could be Loren's brother. I
assume he's not, though, because they have way
different accents. He sounds like he's from down
south; she sounds like she's from Boston or New York or
something. "It's so nice to meet you." He still won't
let go of my hand, and his thin, wiry body shakes
nervously. He's a fag - okay, bi probably-if I ever
met one. Nothing worse than a fag hiding behind his
bible.
"This is Jason," Nikk blurts out before the other
Mormo-boy can get a word in. Jason's a big beefy jock-
type with short, curly brown hair. I notice how Nikki
hunches up to him, and the sound in her voice suddenly
registers .. possession. So that's what's going on
with Nikki Porno. I shake Jason's hand, but he seems
slightly less comfortable with my presence than the
other two Mormos. He can't look me in the eye or any
other part of my body, yet I'm conscious that he's
absorbing all of me. He makes me conscious of what I'm
wearing - white belly T-shirt and cut-offs. My months
at Springvale took off a few pounds around my tummy,
leaving it flat and pierced and demanding attention. I
smile at Nikk when I see her bible-boy get all wiggy,
but she isn't smiling back. If anything, she seems
pissed at his reaction, hunching into him more tightly.
What is up with her?
"Oh, you're all here," Nikki's mom comes out of the
kitchen suddenly. "You all must be starved. Come on
in. Lunch is served." The next half-hour or so is a
real slice of Bizzaro World. I feel like I'm in some
episode from Seventh Heaven or something. We pray over
the fucking tuna salad, and then the conversation turns
lumpy, white and tasteless, just like the Wonder Bread
sticking to the roof of my mouth. Nikki says about
three total words to me, and I catch Jason's eyes
trying not to drool over me about every other second.
Loren, my little rusty-haired treat, single-handedly
keeps the conversation chattering, mostly in my
direction. I envision myself stuffing my puss in her
eager-beaver face and burying my tongue in her fiery
bush. I've never devoured a real redhead before, and I
wonder if she has freckles all over her body, like on
her tummy and her thighs. As I eat the tuna salad, I
pretend it's her puss, licking the mayo off my lips and
gazing into her piercing green eyes.
She never releases my gaze, always waiting for me to
turn away first. After awhile, I don't even look down
anymore, just zeroing in on her, and it's like we're
the only two at the table. I want this little bible-
girl on all fours. I want to hear her begging me,
praying to ME in her eager-beaver voice. In fact, I
want all three of them, bare-assed naked and slithering
around on the floor in dog leashes and choke chains.
I've never fucked a bible-geeks before, and I know they
must be horny as hell. All that talk about sin really
has to fuck their minds into warp-drive.
So this was Nikki's scam. Go Jesus and thump the
bible-thumpers, slam the God out of their puny zombie
minds. Total corruption! Fucking brilliant, a plan so
worthy of me I can't believe I didn't think of it
first. This way she gets all cock and puss she wants
with no bullshit because she's hanging with 'good
kids.'
Judging by the way she's all over Jason, she must be
banging him regularly, which must be why she's pissed
he's checking me out.
But jealousy? Nikki Porno jealous? I guess there's a
first for everything. Like moms says, people change
whether we like it or not. Still, once we get all
naked and tasty with each other that bullshit will fade
away, and we'll be back to where we were, thrashing the
shit out of these lamers. I just need to play the game
cool, like Nikki. I can do this, no problem. Just eat
up what they spoon out until their guard's down, then
make them violate each of the Ten Commandments in
order. Peace of fucking cake!
After lunch, we go into the living room with more
lemonade.
By now I'm dying for a Coke, but I know the Mormos have
something against caffeine or something.
Guess they won't be hanging at Magic Beans with us
then.
Everyone finds a seat, and I plop down on the couch
right next to Loren. Before I know it, she's holding
my hand again and starting another prayer. "Thank you
for leading us to our newest dear Sister, Rhonda .."
she prattles amid all the God-stuff, squeezing my hand
and piercing me with her eyes. "Would you like to
pray, too, Sister?" Scott asks me after they're all
done. Sister?! Okay, I'll play along. "I'm not
really religious, bro'," I tell him. Loren's grip
tightens on my hand, and I instinctively pull away, but
she's strong for a geek-girl.
"You don't have to be 'religious' to pray, Rhonda,"
Scott beams. "You just have to believe someone is
listening." "That's kind of the problem," I reply.
"You doubt the Lord, Sister" he nods understandingly.
"Given what's happened to you, that's understandable."
"What do you mean by that?"
"There aren't any secrets here, Rhonda," Scott
explains. "Nicolette has told us pretty much everything
about her .. your past." "Everything?" I snicker.
"We're not here to judge anyone, Rhonda, just to pray,
just to lead the lost sheep back to the Lord." Scott's
keeping at me like a pit-bull, the fire of faith
flashing in his eyes every time we lock eyes. Or is it
something else ..?
"So you heard about us sucking big nigger dicks for
drugs?" I offer. "How about when we pimped out those
geek girls to the niggers for shit. Or the old fart we
fucked so hard he had a fucking stroke. You know about
all that, Jason?" I turn my attention to him. He's
hardly spoken all afternoon. I can tell he's trying
everything in his power not to rape me with his eyes,
rape the wild little thrasher girl he's been hearing so
much about. His cock is so hard he can't even sit up
straight. He's beyond temptation. I've got his ass
pussy-whipped, and he hasn't even had a taste yet.
Poor little bible-boy wants a thrill fuck, he wants to
bang the little wild-child. Okay, baby, once I get
this whole scam figured out with Nikki Porno, we'll be
getting biblical on your cherry geek ass. We'll thump
you so silly your dick will look like it was wearing a
crown of thorns.
"W.. would you leave Jason alone?" Nikki's voice seems
to have lost all its strength inside that stupid
flowered dress. "Please, Rhonda, just .."
"Just what?" I laugh. "Enough with all this shit,
Nikk. Let's blow this lamer crusade and go thrifting.
Come on, p --. You can go to bible study some other
time."
"We're here to pray with you today, Rhonda," Scott re-
enters the fray.
"And why should I pray?" I snap back.
"You're looking for peace, Rhonda," Scott nods his head
like he's some kind of fucking authority on ME.
"It's right here in front of you. You will find peace
with the Lord. You just need to open your heart to
him."
"Sorry, don't think he's listening .."
"You've had a troubling few years. I know God seems
like he's not there to you, but he is. He's been here
the whole time, you just haven't opened your eyes.
When we experience personal crisis, even the noblest
among us often turn away from Him when we need Him the
most. He's always there, though, waiting patiently."
He pauses when I don't automatically react with a ready
'Amen' or 'Hallelujah.' "Tell you what ..?" he offers.
"Would you do something for yourself?" "What?" "Just
try praying with us .. one prayer?" he asks.
"Why?"
"It might make you feel better," he gives me this
patronizing smile that makes me want to shove a dildo
up
his skinny, white,
freckle-covered ass.
"I don't think so," I try to laugh, hoping that'll back
him off.
"Why not at least try?" he presses
"I'm not going to become a Mormon," I blurt out.
"You're wasting your time, okay ..? No offense," I add
when I see Nikki shoot me another pissed-off look.
"Rhonda," Nikki kind of started scolding me. "Remember
you said you'd wait until .." "I know what I said," I
cut her off. "But I didn't know this was about all
this Mormon crap. No offense," I add again, "but no
way, okay ..?"
"We're not asking you to do anything but pray with us,
Rhonda," Loren starts in on me now, her hands are like
freckle-covered lobster claws. "Fuck that," I fire
back, loving the sound of the word slamming into their
holier-than-Jesus ear-drums. "I'll sit here and play
all nice with you geeks, but I ain't praying to your
fucking God. I don't care what scam you got going here,
Nikk, that's bullshit, and you know it."
"I'm not sure I understand what's upset you so much,
Rhonda .?" Scott tries to be peacemaker. "Why don't we
just calm down for a moment and .."
"No need to calm down," I get up from the couch,
reaching for my crutch. Fucking thing. How the fuck
am I supposed to make an exit when I'm reaching for a
fucking crutch. "I'm out of here. You guys have a
fucking ball, okay ..?" I storm out the door as best I
can, and I'm hobbling half-way up the street before I
notice the car pull up alongside me.
"Rhonda, at least let us drive you home," a voice calls
from the front passenger window. It's the two bible-
boys minus Big Red. She must be staying behind with
Nikki. I imagine Nikk's pretty pissed at me right now.
Serves her fucking right. She knows how I feel about
bible bullshit. Then it strikes me. She DOES know how
I feel about bible bullshit. That's what was wigging
her out all this time .. yesterday on the phone, today
when I got to her house. She knew how I'd react.
That's why she was begging me to 'wait and see.' She's
serious. Nikki Porno is serious. Nikki Porno is
fucking Nikki Mormo. If I didn't have a million icy
daggers of pain shooting up my leg, I'd be laughing my
fucking ass off. Then an image slices across my brain,
and for an instant I see Nikki Porno, sitting in church
and praying like some geeked-out cult zombie. Not if I
can fucking help it! I bend my foot the wrong way and
stumble. In a second, I'm smooching the concrete.
Then I hear the car's breaks screech, and an instant
later I'm eyeball-to-eyeball with Jason. With his big
hands, the bible-boy gently pries my face off the
pavement. "Are you all right?" he asks, quickly joined
by Scott. Together they pull me up into a sitting
position.
"You're in no condition to walk all the way home,"
Scott chimes in. "Help me get her into the back
seat."
I don't say anything as they lift me off the ground and
start towards their gray Chevy Citation. I've got
their geeky, bible-thumping asses right where I want
them. If Nikki Porno wants to go all God on me, then
she deserves to see the whole story, the whole TRUTH.
She needs to see what these bible-thumping geeks are
all about, for her own fucking good.
"My leg is numb," I whine as they open the back door
and slide me into the seat. "I think I twisted it
somehow. Do either of you know First Aid?"
"I do," Jason volunteers. "Scott, you drive," he
orders while he climbs in the back with me.
Scott hesitates a second, then goes around to the
front.
Jason closes the back door behind us. In a few
seconds, we're on the road.
"Should we go to the hospital?" Scott asks.
"Hold on, let me check out her leg," Jason replies as
his hands start feeling up my bare white calves. "Can
you feel that?" "I guess," I nod, doing my best porno-
star pout. "The more you rub it, yeah .. I can feel it
more now. Since the accident, I sometimes I lose
feeling in it. My therapist says I need to get it
massages then to stimulate the nerves. That feels real
good. Keep doing that .. Yeah, right there." I'm
giving him my best ronni-slut voice, and it's working.
He's shifting uncomfortably in the backseat. I rub my
bare leg against his crotch, and he fucking spazzes
like I just gave him a million volts, but not before I
feel a pudgy growing in the pouch of his double-knit
suit pants. So, bible-boy's got some action going. I
continue wriggling my legs, and no matter where he
moves my bare calves and thighs are all over him.
Suddenly we lock eyes and I lift up my white belly T-
shirt.
His gaze leaves mine and just glides down my neck to my
pierced nips. I tug the two rings, pulling my nips out
a full inch, his eyes practically bugging out the same
length. The rest of him is just frozen, though, and
the only other things moving are his hands, which
continue stroking up and down my bare legs. "Take it
out," I whisper to him, but loud enough so Scott can
hear. The bible-boy behind the steering wheel shoots
his eyes back for a second. I tug my nips again to
give him a shot, then reach up and start rubbing the
pudgy in Jason's lap. "Come on, baby," I whine.
"Jesus, it's so fucking hard. You've gotta have a
monster cock in there, bible-boy. Take it out,
pleeeease. I wanna see it," I porno-pout. "I'll suck
it if you take it out. I promise I will. I just gotta
see your dick, gotta feel it in my hands. It's been
such a long time since I had a hot hard cock. I'll do
anything, please, just take it out." "Jason .." Scott
starts.
"I want your cock, too, stud," I cut him off. "Take me
back to your apartment. You fucking guys have an
apartment, don't you ..?" "Yes," Jason barely chokes.
"Take me back there and fuck my brains out. My fucking
pussy is so wet. I haven't had hard cock in seven
months. I just want to fuck and suck all afternoon
long, you know. Just take out that big dick of yours,
baby." I lean over and lick the bulge in his polyester
double-knits. "I am so fucking hungry for cock." I
start tearing at his fly now and he lifts his ass off
the car seat. When I get his pants open, he scoots
them down, then tears at the waistband of his jockey
shorts. I open the bottom buttons of his white shirt
and kiss his stomach. Suddenly I feel his firm, strong
hands on the top of my head and he's shoving my face
down his bas until his cock knock snaps up and knocks
against my chin.
"Oh, shit .." he gasps as he forces my lips over the
head of his prick and jams his hips up, driving his
cock shaft up along my tongue. "Oh .. oh .. oh .." he
repeats, speaking every time he plows his prick up into
my throat.
So, the bible-boy isn't so holier-than-thou after all.
I wonder if Nikk knows that her big bad boyfriend likes
to jam fuck girls in the fucking throat. He's really
giving it to me, too. Who knows how many years of
Jesus he's trying to fuck out of the end of his dick.
My fucking neck hurts he's bouncing my head up and down
so hard around his cock. I'm out of practice. I work
my hands around his balls and try to ease my lips off
his prick and give him some tongue. But he just keeps
jamming his prick up into my mouth, butting his cock
head all the way back past my tonsils.
Bible-boy doesn't have a bad cock either, around
seven-and-a-half inches judging by the feel in my
throat.
"Shit, man, fuck her throat," I hear Scott's hoarse
whisper cut above the sound of Jason's "ohs." I feel
the car stop and listen to Scott slam the shift into
park.
"You want some of this, bible-boy," I gasp as I finally
tear my mouth of Jason's cock and twirl my tongue-stud
around the rim of his prick-helmet then spear it deep
in his piss-hole. "Oh, Jesus fuck .." Jason moans,
running his hands through my hair. "Jesus fucking
Christ .. suck it .. suck it .." He slams my mouth
back down on his dick, and a second later it starts
burping a thick load of Mormo-splooge.
I let bible-boy's cum gush out of the corners of my
mouth so I look like I just choked on a McDonalds
vanilla shake. I smile, keep licking Jason's dribbling
piss hole and turn to Scott. "I'm still thirsty," I
whine.
"Wipe that shit off your face," he snaps at me, his
eyes bugging out wildly. "If someone from the stake
sees us we're going to be in deep shit."
"Chill, Scott," Jason has suddenly become Mr. Cool now
that he's jam fucked my throat. "Wipe your face off on
my shirt," he tells me, leaving the flaps of his white
shirt untucked as he gets his cock all snug in his
jockeys and zips up.
I do as he says. Then they quickly open the door and
Scott gets out. His eyes dart around all jittery and
paranoid, like he's had a shit-load of bong hits, then
he waves at me and Jason that the coast is clear.
Jason picks me up in his arms and sprints up the back
steps of this apartment building. A few seconds later,
I'm in this dingy two-bedroom deal. Scott starts
closing the curtains and pulling down his pants at the
same time.
I laugh when I see his little four-inch prick, all hard
and red, like a beat. His whole lower body is flushed,
and it makes his pale freckled torso look pink in
comparison. I nip at his small, stubborn dick and he
grabs me by the hair like he saw Jason do. "Oh, suck
it, shit .. suck me cock," he moans as I inhale his
skinny, red cock. "Oh, fuck .. Jesus Christ .. FUCK!"
he yelps suddenly as a flood of bible-boy cum spurts
into my mouth. "Oh fuck .. I came .. I fucking came ..
FUCK!"
"That's all right, bible-boy, it'll stay hard," I
giggle. "Get over here," I tell Jason. He already has
his cock out and wagging in my face. I grip both
pricks and suck them into my mouth together. When they
feel their cocks slip sliding against each other, the
bible-boys start freaking and trying o pull away, but
this time I'm the one in control. I close my jaws and
fingers down around their pricks and start bobbing my
head back and forth, stuffing both their pricks as deep
into my mouth as they will go. The fact that their
dicks are touching each other and the feel is getting
them off starts my puss-juices flooding.
Fucking bible-boys are all closet fags, and they've
probably been dying to suck each others' dicks for
months. But Jesus won't let them. Well, fuck Him,
because He's not here. Ronni's here now, and ronni
wants to see these two bible-boys get all queer with
each other. Not that I'm going to have any problems.
They're all cozy in my mouth now, slip sliding away and
smiling at each other like drooling crack-heads.
"Keep him hard," I tell Scott as I back my lips off
their pricks and start scooting out of my T- and cut
offs. "Jack him with your hand," I order the skinny,
pale redhead. He obeys without thinking, his mouth
watering as he pumps and slithers his fingers up and
down his bible-buddy's hard cock-shaft. "He's nice and
big, isn't he ..?" I egg Scott on and lick his balls.
"Isn't he ..?" "Mm hm .." Scott grins, starting to turn
red with embarrassment. He's still stroking, though,
harder than ever.
Jason's just gritting his teeth, frozen in disbelief at
how good his bible-buddy's hand feels pumping his meat.
He kind of reaches up with his hand, then, and strokes
the back of Scott's neck. "Get down on your knees,
bible-boys." I tug at Scott, and he's down next to me
in a second, not losing his grip on Jason's dick for
one second. "You, too, stud," I tell Jason, who slowly
sinks to his knees, too. "Now you stuff that big cock
of his up my puss," I order Scott, spinning around,
lowering my face to the carpet, arching my back and
sticking my ass up in the air.
Scott obeys and I can him feel him clumsily trying to
stick Jason's cock-head inside my pussy. As he bumps
it against my labes, I get even wetter. "Come on,
man," Jason grunts in frustration. "Get it in there ..
I can't .. Oh FUCK!" he growls when he finally slips
inside. I tense my puss and make him grunt every inch
inside me. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! That is so God damned
tight!"
"Play with his balls now while he fucks my puss," I
tell Scott. "Play with your little bible-buddy's
balls. You like that, don't you, bible-boy, playing
with bible-buddy's big hairy balls ..?" Scott nods
dumbly, and just keeps nodding while Jason begins
slamming his cock in my, slapping his lower belly into
my ass. His cock feel so huge in my puss. I haven't
had a hard cock inside me for months, and the flesh
inside is so tender it feels like it's tearing. His
cock head feels like rubber mallet pounding up inside
my stomach, and I start bucking my hips back to meet
ever slam.
"Get down underneath there and lick my puss while he
fucks me," I hiss at Scott. I feel him wedge his face
beneath my cunt and his tongue stb up at the top of my
puss. "That bump right on top there. That's my
fucking clit, bible-boy, right under that flap of skin.
Stick your fucking tongue right fucking there. That's
it, right fucking there. That's all right. You can
lick his big dick, too, when it comes sliding out. You
don't mind him licking your dick, do you, bible-boy
..?" I ask Jason. "You don't mind if your little
bible-body licks your cock and balls while you fuck my
pussy, do you .?" "FUCK!" is all Jason replies. He
starts tearing away inside me so hard, fast and deep
that I can feel the outside air sucking up into tummy
after every back-thrust. Scott's tongue is everywhere
- my clit-hood, Jason's cock, Jason's balls, snaking
between my labes alongside Jason's dick and double-
stuffing my puss.
"I want to cum so bad," I whine, enjoying my utter
mastery over them. "But I can't. You're fucking me so
good, but I just can't cum. You want to make me cum,
don't you..?" "Yes," Jason grunts. "Yes .."
"I need you to pray to God to let me cum," I hiss,
slapping my ass back into his belly and feeling him
impale my puss all the way up to his balls. "You both
have to pray to God and beg him to let me cum. Please
.. I want to cum so bad .."
"God, please let ronni cum!" Jason hisses. "I beseech
you, Lord. Please let her cum while I fuck her. I
want to feel her cunt cum while cock is inside it."
"Please, God," Scott follows suit. "Let ronni cum.
Please!" "I can feel HIM," I cry. "I can feel God
inside me now. Can you feel him?" I wail. "Can you
feel God inside my cunt with your cock, fucking me.
Can you feel God fucking me right alongside you? Can
you feel him?"
"Yes," Jason bawls. "I can feel God with us." "I can,
too," Scott sobs.
"Tell God to fuck me," I snarl. "Say 'Fuck her, God.
Fuck ronni's tight, teenage cunt!'"
"Fuck her, God!" both bible-boys exhort in unison.
"Fuck ronni's tight teenage cunt!"
"More .. I need more prayer to deliver me," I hiss.
The two bible-boys are yelling at the tops of their
lungs now for God to fuck my cunt. I grind my hips
around in circles trying to stroke the inside of my
puss with every inch of Jason's stiff prick. I am so
fucking close to cumming, but I can't. Something is
wrong. Something is missing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my purse. My mind
wanders a moment to earlier that day - Nikki's house,
my house, last night in bed, the fantasy of the gang-
rape, performing in front of TV cameras for everyone to
see, back to this morning, waking up, then this
afternoon, talking to moms in the kitchen before I left
for Nikki's - scenes swirling around until they all
jumble into one crystal-clear image.
Fuck YES!
I reach for my purse, and as Jason and Scott beseech
God to fuck me and make me cum I snatch out my cell
phone. I dial Nikki's number without thinking.
"Hello?" Nikki Porno's voice answers.
I turn the phone receiver up. Jason and Scott are
totally fucking clueless, and they just keep screaming.
"Fuck her, God. Fuck ronni's cunt. Make her cum, God.
Please let ronni cum!"
"Did you ever fuck Nikki like this, baby?" I ask Jason
as he batters into me.
"Fuck no," he grunts, oblivious to the fact she's
listening to every word.
"She wouldn't let you touch her, huh .. since she found
God .?" I keep at him.
"No, fucking slut .." he gasps.
"That's why you started going out with her isn't it,
coz you knew she was a fucking slut and you could get
some, huh ..?" "Fucking slut won't even let me see her
tits .."
"You just want to fuck cunts, don't you ..? And get
your big hard cock sucked, huh ..?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Did you like how I sucked your cock, baby?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"How does my puss feel fucking your hard cock, baby?"
"Fucking excellent .. fucking tight teenage cunt!"
"Fuck Jesus, and fuck my tight cunt, huh ..?"
"Yeah, fuck Jesus and fuck your tight cunt .."
I don't know how long Nikki listens to this. When I
put the phone back to my ear, there's just silence. I
dial again, and after a few rings it's Nikki's mom who
picks up. "Hello?" she asks. Pressing the phone to
my face and trying to cut off all the background noise,
I manage to steady my voice. "Th..this is ronni," I
speak slowly. "Could you tell Nikki I'm all right. In
fact, I'm over here at Jason's and Scott's apartment
praying right now. Tell her I think everything's going
to be all right now."
"Don't you call here or speak to my daughter ever again
you .. you whore!" "Is Loren still there?" I ask all
sweet-and-innocent. "Tell her we have another spot
open in the prayer circle if she's interested."
CLICK!
As soon as the phone slams in my ear, I cum like a hot
wave of lava imploding inside my tummy. I'm only
slightly aware of Jason pumping a load of bible-spunk
into me before sliding out of my puss and finding
Scott's mouth. Out of the corner of my consciousness,
I watch the two bible-buddy's cuddle up to one another
and slowly, cautiously begin exploring each other's
bodies.
Time stands still, then, as I drift lazily down off the
peak of my fuck and float back into my body. When
everything becomes solid again, Scott's and Jason's
bodies are wrapped up inside each other, joined in a 69
with Scott on top. I crawl over to them and start
slapping Scott's ass hard until it pinks up on me. In
my purse, I get out some moisturizer and grease his
sphinx open until I can get three whole fingers up
there. "You want his big dick up your ass, don't you,
bible-boy ..?" I hiss as I slap Scott's bony white ass.
"You want to feel him split you open with that hard
cock of his, don't you ..?" All Scott can do is
whimper. I push him off Jason and sit down across his
shoulders, facing his ass. I continue beating his
cherry white ass with one hand and grabbing Jason's
hard-on with the other. I pull him up so that he
crawls over us. He looks at me and bites his lip. I
point to Scott's ass and pry it wide open with my
fingers. Scott keeps whimpering, trying to sound like
he doesn't want the ass fucking he craves.
"Fuck the little bible-boy's ass, stud." I yank Jason
down onto Scott by his cock. "I got him all greased up
and ready. You think my puss was tight, wait 'til you
sink that cock-meat into his cherry white shinx. Look
at it. All puckered and ready to be popped." I press
his cock-head down so that it slides into Scott's pale,
freckled ass crack. Jason is biting his lip so hard
it's bleeding. I kiss him and suck his blood into my
mouth, letting some dribble out the corners of my
mouth. I slap Scott's ass again while Jason looks on,
stroking his cock against Scott's tight white buns. I
pry open Scott's cherry white ass even further, and he
bawls something unintelligible.
"Fuck it!" I hiss under my breath.
Closing his eyes, Jason shudders his cock head between
Scott's ass-cheeks and then slowly skewers his little
bible-buddy while the smaller boy thrashes around
bleating like a sacrificial lamb.
"FUCK!" Jason's whole body shivers with every thrust up
Scott's tight ass pipe. As he begins to pick up the
pace into a steady pounding, I rub my puss against
Scott's bony shoulder blades and hump the wind out of
his gasping lungs.
This is the exact position we're in when the door opens
and Loren storms in, her red-hair raging like frizzy
fire. An old guy and two other bible-boys in suits
follow her into the dingy apartment. Everyone starts
screaming. I climb off Scott and start getting
dressed. They are all screaming at each other, but no
one says a word to me except Loren, and all she does is
scream the word "Whore" in my face over and over again
until one of the new bible-boys drags her away.
"Hey, let's do this again sometime," I smirk once I'm
outside the apartment and in the hall. Loren dives at
me from the couch, but she's held back. When I close
the door, the last thing I see is Jason and Scott,
naked, their limp cocks glistening with each other's
spit. They are crying at the feet of the old man while
the others huddle on the couch, praying at the tops of
their lungs. I make it down the stairs and out onto
the street without even using my crutch.
I have no idea where I am, and I don't care. I just
start walking, knowing I'll find my way back somehow.
I'm home now. MY MIND! MY FUCKING MIND!
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Thrasher Girls VIII
"Jocks"
There was an TV old show called "The Twilight Zone"
that I remember watching when I was little. Every week
they would do these weird stories where people would
wake up and find themselves in some fucked-up alternate
reality where they never existed, or they were trapped
in the past or future, or everyone else on the planet
had just vanished into thin air. I remember thinking
those shows were pretty cool back then with that creepy
"doo-da-doo-da doo-da-doo-da" music and the narrator
dressed all in black.
James Taylor's "Fire & Rain" is playing on the jukebox
at Magic Beans now. I only know the song because moms
and the
step-goober listen to that oldies stuff whenever I'm in
the car with them. When I go up to the jukebox to put
on some REAL tunes, I can't fucking believe it. No
more Toad Chokers, no more PeekABuddha - fucking James
Taylor and Celine Dion. How the fuck am I supposed to
read with this shit on?
So I go back to my table and pass by two herman hippies
sitting at the counter and talking about medical
marijuana. I've been in here for three straight weeks
during the day and haven't seen one face I know - not
tam-tams, Mikey, Nicky, Josh or even the geeks like
Manel or Cheryl. The hippie-chick behind the counter
didn't even know who the fuck I was talking about when
I asked. She looked at me odd, too, like it was weird
to see a kid my age in there. Come to think of it, I
haven't seen one fucking kid my age in this dump in
three weeks. Doo-da-doo-da doo-da-doo-da ..
But, heya, it's summer. I'm sure everyone's just out
and about. It's not like they knew I was springing
from the nuthouse. Plus, they probably all hang at
night, and with my new curfew I'm in by 8:00 every
night. You think someone would have heard I was home
and called, though. Then again, I could always phone
them I guess. But after all the bullshit that went down
with nikki porno .. oh, I'm sorry Saint Nicolette the
FUCKING Mormon .. I'm not sure I'm ready to get back
into anyone else's life.
So, I'm just going to sit here and read my serial
killer book.
The author has four volumes out: a veritable A-Z
encyclopedia of sex, murder and mayhem. It just makes
me wonder, though. Why the fuck aren't there any
female serial killers? There was one lady, some truck-
stop whore who snuffed a few hermans and stole their
money; and then there was that lesbian girl-gang who
tortured and killed that little prep bitch - but no
real, Ted Bundy-esque, bad-ass, thrashing, serial
killing bitch goddesses from hell.
Why not? It can't be that fucking hard. I mean I
could fucking do that - honestly. I'd be like Bundy
was, too. I've got this fucked-up limp now and my new
cane, and I look all vulnerable. I'd choose some Bible-
boy, too, maybe one of those church youth group leaders
who act like they're all Mr. Understanding when all
they really want is a taste of all the young puss
that's hanging around at Bible Camp.
Or, better yet, I'd choose one of those TV preachers
who's always acting so high and Almighty. I'd go to
one of those big hoe-down church services they have,
and I'd dress all church-girlie and sit in a wheelchair
in the front row and pretend they healed me so I could
walk. Then afterward, I'd wait for them out in the
parking lot and start my best Bundy shit-"Oh, please,
could you help me lift this big heavy wheelchair into
my car? I'm so weak and fragile .." Then, when he had
his back turned, I'd jab him in the ass with a syringe
of pure Demerol, and when he woke up a few hours later
he'd be chained up to this massive torture table.
"Ugglp!" he'd cry out under his leather hood.
"You want that mouth flap open, bitch?" I'd tease him.
"Ygglp!" he'd wail. "Pleaglp!"
"Okay, then, bitch," I'd sneer, unzipping the mouth and
eye flaps. Then he'd be staring right in the face of
foot-long, black strap-on as it hovered right there in
front of his terrified,
whimpering face. "You wanted it!" Then I'd beat his
face with the black dildo. "You like that big black
dick, don't you, bitch?" I'd keep taunting him while I
pried open his lips and made him suck on the black
rubber dick.
"Nooo .." he'd gasp before I started choking him with
the big rubber cock. I'd jam it all the way in, to,
just to see his eyes bulge out and hear him gasp and
gag on it.
"How's that, preacher boy?" I'd take a pack of
cigarettes, then, and start putting them out on his
dick and balls one at a time. "Welcome to Loserville,
bitch!" I'd say each time one of the butts fizzed out
and seared into his skin. "Population, one fucking
dick-sucking, pain-toy bitch!"
When he was sufficiently beaten and burned down to a
quivering mass of useless man-flesh, I'd smear my big
black rubber strap-on dick with an oily substance
containing tiny shards of broken glass. Then I'd bend
the Preacher Man's ass over a pommel horse and make him
spread his own flabby butt cheeks.
"Beg me for it, bitch," I'd order him, sticking him
over and over with a cattle until he gripped his sorry
white butt flaps and made his sphinx pucker for me.
"Fuck my fat white ass!" Preacher Man would start
howling as I jammed his cherry butthole with the dildo,
slicing it to bloody ribbons on the shards of broken
glass.
"Jack off your dick for me while I fuck your fat white
ass, you queer bitch!" I'd keep yelling at him while I
raped his ass raw with the black rubber dick. When he
finally came, I'd make him lick his own cum off the
floor, then I'd strap him back to the table on his back
and smother him to death by sitting on his fucking face
while he ate my puss to like twenty cums. Oh yeah, and
I'd film the whole thing, too, just like Leonard Lake
and Paul Bernardo did. Then I'd send the tape to his
Pray TV network and post mpegs from it on
alt.snuff.canibalism.
Let the fucking cops chew on that! They'd never
fucking find me, either. I could travel across the
country like fucking ronni lee lucas - the skankho'
killer, the femme avenger. I'd find some
self-righteous, Promise Keeper herman thumping his
fucking Bible and upholding his family values. He'd
take one look at my teenage ass, though, and throw
Chay-sus out the fucking window for a chance to get his
shriveled-up dick sucked. Then they'd find him weeks
later with his King James shoved up his fucking asshole
and his severed dick crammed down his "Praise the Lord"
throat.
They'd have to write a whole fucking book on me after
that, especially if I got the body count high, like
maybe twenty or so. The whole time I could be writing
letters to the cops, too, like the Joker or something-
"Riddle me this, PIGS..? What do you call a razor-
studded black dildo shoved up a famous evangelist's
ripped asshole? Answer - A Billy Graham Cracker!"
Maybe I'd send them the guy's testicles in a McDonald's
Happy Meal box. Let's see how fucking smart they are
then.
"Ronni?!"
I look up from my book, recognizing the voice
immediately.
"Tams!" I laugh. "Shit, I was starting to think I was
lost in the Twilight Zone or something around here.
What the fuck happened to everyone? Where is
everyone?" I look all around the empty coffee bar. "We
don't hang here anymore," tams kind of looks around
before she sits down. "I thought you knew that.
Didn't anyone tell you?" "I .. uh .. I've kind of been
away ..?"
"Oh, yeah, right ..?" she looks at my cane. "Your leg
still busted up?"
"Yeah, but it's no big deal," I add quickly. "Doesn't
even fucking hurt today. I just like carrying this rad
cane I found at the thrift." I lift up the handle
slightly to show her the short knife sheathed inside.
"I made some modifications."
"Cool .."
"So what's been happening? What happened here?"
"New owner, some hippie guy and his wife. They started
having the cops bust all the kids for curfew every
night. So we just quit hanging out, you know."
"What's it like at night?" I ask. "I've only been back
here during the day."
"They got the lot cleared out, too," tams kind of
smiles. "If you know what I mean."
I do. No more Lincoln. No more easy shit even if I
wanted any. "So what are you doing here now then?"
"I get my hair done down the street. I stopped in for
a
fat-free muffin."
"No new tatts?" I check her out for any new body art.
"Nah, I .. I just haven't been doing that anymore, you
know ."
"You DO know about nikki porno right?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah!" tams screws up her face. "She came by with
her Bible-buddies one night when we were still hanging
up here. You should have seen Josh. He went fucking
ballistic."
"I can imagine," I laugh. "By the way, what's up with
him .. and Mikey and Nicky? I haven't seen anyone
since I got back, except NICOLETTE and now you."
"I don't know," she shakes her head. "Mikey and I
broke up awhile back."
"You guys broke up?" The idea is total cognitive
dissonance. "What the fuck happened?"
"Loser," she whines, then presses her fingers to her
forehead and makes one of those annoying "L" shaped
gestures. "Total Loser." "Shit, I'm .. that's so
weird. I thought you guys were like totally in love."
"Him? No way .." she shakes her head like can't even
remember sucking Mikey's dick. "He was a phase. That
was so totally freshman."
"So do you see anybody anymore?"
"No, they're all losers. Josh got all weird."
"What do you mean?" Okay, so I'm curious. I did fuck
the guy for awhile, you know.
"You know how he was always Mr. Politics," she
explains. "Well, he really started tripping on that
shit. Him and Nicky don't even hang out together
anymore. He hangs out at this place up on Davis with
the skins."
"Josh is a skin?"
"Oh, yeah! You should see him. They hang out on the
corner of Davis and 65th handing out these stupid flyers
to their stupid concerts. Him and Sean are in some
kind of Oi band now .." "You are fucking kidding me?
Josh the Commie is a fucking skin?"
"Like I said, ronn - total losers, all of them," she
pauses. "Listen, I've gotta run, okay, but .." she
pauses again, and then she kind of smiles. "Listen, do
you want to hang some night? We all go up to this
country club out in Clearwater on Wednesday nights .."
"Clearwater? You go out to a country club in quo-
ville?" "It's cool. My boyfriend Dave works there on
the golf course, and they have this big ballroom, and
every week on Wednesday they do this Rock and Roll
night deal, and the owner needs to make money, so he
lets us all in and we can drink and shit all night."
"He lets you guys drink?"
"No one is in there except for us. We get like thirty
or forty kids going, and since it's like a private club
they never get busted by the cops or anything. The DJ
plays cool music, and we party til 2 or 3 AM sometimes.
You can drink anything you want, too, no hassle."
"Any shit?"
"No .. ah .. no one's really into that shit anymore."
She wrinkles her nose slightly. "Plenty of booze,
though. I mean plenty of booze. You can drink Absolut
all night if you want. The guys all buy, so it doesn't
cost a cent."
"I .. uh, you know .. since I got back, I can't go out
at
night. New rules and shit."
"Shit, ronn, just tell your mom it's a Teen Dance at a
country club out in Clearwater. She'll let you go.
These aren't freak kids like you were hanging with
before. She'll let you go."
"Wednesday?"
"Yeah, call me, and we'll pick you up. I really gotta
go. Bye-ya .." She got up and ran out without her
muffin.
Country club? Clearwater? Different, yeah, but maybe
not TOO bad. Tams looked good, though. A little
preppy maybe, but she always did, even when she was
hanging with us. All her little jock friends are
probably sooo cute, too, all stupid, and horny and oh-
so
corruptible. It's almost too easy. Nikki and I will
..
Shit! I keep forgetting. There is no nikki porno now.
There's just me .. and tams I guess. Maybe this won't
be so bad. Like moms says, "people change." Nikki
becomes a Mormo, tams a prep. Josh a skin - why not
ronni the country club quo-vert? All those hard jock
cocks and sweet preppy pusses. A thrasher grl can do a
helluvalot worse.
"You had a call," moms tells me as soon as I get in the
door.
It's almost five. I'd been reading up at Magic Beans
all day
until the Step-Goober picked me up. Now he's pulling
the car in the garage and the Peanut is setting the
table.
I go to the fridge and poor myself a glass of OJ. I
see four carrots on the cutting board along with a
knife, and get to work, hacking them up like little
hard dicks. Moms smiles because she doesn't have to
ask or tell me to help her with dinner. Since I'm back
home now, I just do domestic shit like this to avoid
hassle. I also figure the good-daughter brownie points
will add up, too, if I want to go out and hang with
tams on Wednesday. Ronni the Reformed. Whatever?!
"Don't you want to know who it was?" moms asks, almost
a little annoyed. She's not real big on ambivalence.
"Sure, I'll play," I reply. "You want me to guess?"
"It was nikki," the Peanut butts in with a smile. "I
talked to her."
"What the f .. um .. heck did she want?" I catch
myself. "She wants you to call her," the Nut tells me
as Step-Goober walks in.
"Who wants you to call her?" Step-Goober asks,
snatching a carrot chip from the cutting board. He's
been Mr. Concerned Dad lately after talking to the
shrink. I guess you don't get many gold stars for
being a non-entity.
"Saint Nicolette," I snap.
"Don't you mean 'Latter Day Saint' Nicolette?" he jokes
.. a real member of the Quip Squad he is. I laugh with
him because it's easier that way. Otherwise he'll
think I didn't get his little witticism, and then he'd
be obliged to explain it to me.
"Nikki sounds different," the Nut observes. "She's
weird." You don't know the half of it, little brother.
"Maybe you should call her after supper," moms offers.
"I don't think so," I shake my head. All I told moms
was that nikki and I aren't talking anymore because
she's a Jesus Freak. I didn't tell her about fucking
nikk's Mormo boyfriend and turning him into a
cocksucker.
"Well, that's up to you," she kind of half-smiles.
"You two were such good friends, though, it's just hard
to believe you have NOTHING in common anymore."
"Well, we don't," I finish slicing the carrots. "I'm
going to go upstairs and jump online for a few minutes
before dinner, okay ..?" I ask.
"We're eating at 5:15," moms tells me as I head
upstairs. I boot up, log on, and go to my web mail.
Three messages in
my inbox. Two are spam, one is from my peep Stahrrman.
I'm just about to open it when I hear the phone ring.
A second later the peanut is yelling "Ronni!" at the
top of his lungs.
I pick up my cordless. "You got me, go for it .." I
talk into the receiver as I start typing a reply to
Stahrrzy.
"Hey, ronn, what's up ..?" a guy's voice asks.
"Nicky?"
"Hey, I heard you were back."
"Yeah, for like three weeks already. Thanks for
calling, you butt-muncher."
"I've been .. I didn't .. shit, you know how it is."
"Yeah, I'm starting to. I just ran into tam-tams
today.
Shit, what the fuck happened to her?"
"She went over to the Dark Side," Nicky imitated Darth
Vader. "Definitely."
"You been hanging anywhere? I mean I haven't seen you
around either."
"They keep me in at night - you know, probation. I'm
going to try and get out on Wednesday and go out with
tams. Some country club or something .."
"Tell me you're NOT going to hang with those fucking
lumps," he sounds extremely agitated.
"What's your prob. Tams says its free booze all
night." "Those fucking jocks are fucking Nazis, ronni.
Listen to me. Why don't you just hang with me and nikki
.."
"YOU & nikki? Saint Nicolette the Mormo? You mean she
got to you, too."
"It ain't like that, ronni. Listen to me. You .."
"I gotta go, Nicky. Nice try, Bible Boy. Shit! Get a
fucking life!"
SLAM! Fuck them. Fuck them both in the fucking ear!
Moms is letting me go to the country club. Tams was
right. I told her it was Teen Dance out in quo-ville,
and she only hesitated about an hour before telling me
I could go. I'm waiting for tams and some chick to
pick me up.
I decided to go thrash-prep-hippie tonight - tight
white tummy T-shirt, my new pair of bell-bottoms,
sandles, with my hair all down and a white elastic
slut-tie around my wrist for when I want to put my hair
back later.
BEEP!!
I look out my window, and I see tams in the front seat
of a Volvo parked in my drive. A fucking Volvo! "I'm
outta here!" I call to moms as I head down the stairs,
picking up my cane from the foyer table.
"Have a good time, dear!" moms calls out after me as I
close the front door and head down the drive.
"Looking good, girlfriend!" tams laughs when I crawl in
the backseat. "This is Molly," she points to the prep-
bitch driving. This chick is totally blonde MTV Beach
Party.
"Heya," I nod to the prep-bitch.
"Hi," she smiles back.
"Woooooo! Rock & roll!" tams screams into the night as
we pull out the drive and head down my street.
"Tammy tells me you were in the DH," blondie makes
conversation.
"The nuthouse actually," I reply. "You know, where
they put all the psycho-bitches and future serial
killers."
"You used to hang out with Nikki Cooperman, didn't
you?" she asks, as if she can't believe it.
"Yeah," I nod. "A long fucking time ago."
"Total loser," tams butts in.
"So tell me," I ignore her. "Who're the hot guys at
this place?"
They giggle. It is SOOO annoying. I could slip the
blade out of my cane right now and slit their preppy
throats before they even had a chance to scream. For
some reason, I draw comfort in that thought.
"You have to check out Horst," tams keeps giggling.
"What the fuck is a Horst?" I ask.
"We call him 'horse', if you know what I mean," blondie
giggles.
"He's like huge," tams explains like I'm a retard.
"Bigger than all the nigger cocks you sucked behind the
coffee bar?" I ask.
Silence. Score one for ronni.
"Any other hot guys?" I ask after a very awkward
minute. "Plenty," tams kind of huffs at me. "You'll
see." The rest of the way there, we talk about school
next year and
Belgium, where blondie is going to spend her junior
year abroad with the Foreign Exchange program. As far
as I'm concerned, they can have her stuck-up white ass.
I hope she chokes on a fucking waffle. When we finally
reach the country club, I can't wait to get out of the
car. I follow them inside and pay the $5 admission at
the door.
The herman who takes the money is short, bald, in his
50s, and all eyes and hands with tams and blondie.
"You ladies look so lovely tonight," he slobbers as he
mauls them. Major Herman City! After they do all the
huggy-how-ya'-doin' crap and let him cop some feels, he
moves on me. "And who do we have here?" he drools.
"I'm Rhonda," I smile and stick out my face like I want
to kiss him. "Could you smooch me here?" I ask,
tilting the left side of my face to him. "I still have
a few herpos over here," I lick the right side of my
lips.
"Ah .. sure .." he makes it REAL QUICK, not even a
peck. Seconds later, we're working our way into the
hall. Tams and
blondie are laughing their asses off. "Shit, how come
we never thought of that?" blondie Belgium girl asks.
"I don't know," I laugh to myself. "Maybe it could
have something to do with the fact that you're dumber
than used Kleenex." The music is already going full
blast, and there are about
thirty kids hanging at the back tables of the hall and
another five or six on the dance floor. The DJ is
playing some Hole, so it isn't TOO bad. I guess this
is the jock version of thrashing. Wonder if the DJ has
any REAL music.
We scoot into one of the tables, and this guy is on me
right away. His name is Darren. Big, tall, blonde,
golf shirt. He offers to get me what I want at the
bar, and I tell him Absolute and
cranberry. He leaves, and two more guys are on me.
One of them is Horst, who is a big red-haired jock who
reminds me of Richie on Happy Days. The other is Todd
Petrokowski, the jock asshole who nikki porno beat up
in the cafeteria on that famous day when my whole life
turned to shit. What the fuck is he doing here? What
the fuck is tams hanging out with his sorry white-boy
ass for?
My drink appears before I even have a chance to tell
Petro to go fuck himself. I haven't had booze or
anything mind-altering in such a long time .. over half
a fucking year. I just blot everything out for a
second and slam it down, savoring the cool energy as it
slides down my throat into my tummy.
Refreshed and suddenly alert, I start listening to the
meaningless jock-prattle blathering around me. Bored
in about 12 seconds, I find myself scoping out the hall
and checking out the DJ. She's in her late 30s, very
sharp, dressed in black stretch pants, a white ruffly
blouse, and a fake tuxedo vest with gold lame'
stitching. Then I notice someone .. a girl, maybe 14 or
15 .. wearing the same exact outfit. She appears to be
working with the DJ. She is
ABSOLUTELY HOT! - tall, long brown hair, a bod like
Jennifer Love Hewitt.
"I'm gonna check out the DJ," I tell tams, picking up
my cane and crossing the dance floor. "Heya!" I smile
at the HOT GIRL when I get up to the bandstand.
"Hi," she smiles back.
"Do you have any REAL rap stuff?" I ask.
"REAL rap stuff?" she asks back, kind of laughing.
"Yeah, like Busta Nut or Coltrane Wreck?" I answer.
"You know, the REAL shit."
"Mom?" the girl looks back to the DJ.
Shit, the DJ is her fucking mother. Oh well, looks
like this
little slice won't be licking my puss tonight.
"'Fool Killin' Dope Fiend' all right?" the DJ holds up
a Busta Nut CD.
"Shit, you got that?" I ask, amazed and impressed.
"What do you want to hear?" she nods.
"Shit, anything I guess." I look back to TOTALLY HOT
GIRL!! She can't be more than 15. Her bod is so trim
she looks like a
comic-book drawing, like she should be in the X-Men or
something. I mean she is that flawless. "You dance?"
I ask her.
"Yeah," she smiles, then looks up at her mom. "Can I
go dance, mom?"
The DJ looks me over again, smiles and nods. TOTALLY
HOT GIRL jumps off the bandstand, and we walk out to
the dance floor. "What's wrong with your leg?" she
notices the cane.
"Busted it up in a car accident," I tell her.
"Cool cane," she smiles.
"I'm ronni," I don't know what else to say.
"I'm Jessie .. that's my mom," she says after a long
pause. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out," I turn to
her when the CD changes. "Zero Hour" by Busta Nut
starts playing. It's about this guy who buys a gun and
he's talking to himself about using it in a drive-by.
"You like this?" I ask.
"Yeah," she nods, getting into the beat. A second
later, she just starts taking off. I just stop and
watch her dance. I think everyone in the world just
stops and watches. I mean this grl is just so FUCKING
INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS and YOUNG and HOT. Her hips meld
with the rhythm, and she takes it over, trapping it
inside her body until she IS the rhythm, like if she
stopped dancing the music would just stop .. like all
music everywhere would just STOP.
Then she raises her arms, lunges in and smiles at me.
"Come on," she laughs, nudging my inert hips into
movement. Her breath grazes my cheek, and I just pee
my panties. She keeps bumping her hips into me
playfully, and we start laughing like we're the only
two sentient beings in the entire cosmos. Before I
know it, she takes my cane and starts doing this kind
of slut-majorette-baton-twirling thing with it. I am
so wet all over, I can't tell my sweat from puss juice.
It is like her whole essence has totally soaked into
every pore of my being.
Time stands still .. I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING!! .. and
then the world comes colliding back around my ears when
the song shifts to some lame-ass Greenday rip-off shit.
"You wanna sit down?" she asks.
"Mmm hm .." I still can't take my eyes off her
presence. "How old are you?" I ask suddenly when we
collapse at a table. "I'll be fifteen in November," she
answers as if she was expecting the question.
"You are THE best dancer I have ever seen," I blurt
without thinking. "I mean REALLY!" I add, sounding
even more pathetic. "Thanks," her whole body just
smiles.
"I'm ronni," I tell her.
"I know," she giggles. But it's not like one of tams'
or blondie's preppy, chalkboard-scratching giggles. It
sends fireworks across the space between us. "You
already told me."
"Oh," I feel SO stupid. What the fuck is wrong with
me? Snap out of it, ronni .. NOW! Shit! I blew it.
I fucking blew it! Why am I such stupid twat
sometimes? FUCK! Fuck myself!!
"You want to dance some more later?" she asks, TOTALLY
innocent. How can she have no idea I absolutely
worship her? Can't she see the fucking drool dripping
down my chin?
"Um .. yeah .. uh .. sure .." Good, ronni, that's real
fucking smooth. FUCK me!
"I'd better go back and help my mom," she squeezes my
hand. "She's teaching me how to DJ. I'm thinking about
doing kids parties, you know, like school dances and
stuff. My mom's gonna let me use her equipment. Do
you know how much money I can make?" she just keeps
talking, and I could listen to her forever. "Like $200
just for spinning records."
"That would be so cool," I can't believe how moronic I
sound. She is going to think I am SO Downs Syndrome.
"I'll talk to you in a bit," she slides out of the
chair. As she glides like a swan, I watch her hips take
my entire life back across the dance floor and up to
the bandstand.
"Hey, we're going out on the back porch," tams and
blondie are suddenly at my side. "Come on." They
practically have to drag me up and across the floor.
Someone puts a another Absolute and cran in my hands,
and I start swigging. The mob moves me back into the
hall and out these swinging doors into a whole other
room.
We're on an enclosed deck now that looks out over a
small lake. Outside, on the patio, a bunch of guys are
sitting around slamming beers. Tams and blondie drag
me through the patio door and suddenly I'm outside, the
cool night air tingling all the sweat on my body in
tiny, chilly shockwaves.
"Hey, ronni," Darren shoots me a smile and motions me
over to his bench. Before I can move, tams and blondie
push me over there, and I plop down. "You want some?"
he raises a full bottle of Absolut from the floor and
hands it to me.
I down the rest of my drink, set the glass down, and
start swigging the Abs straight from the bottle.
Another guy sits down next to me, squeezing me in
between him and Darren. I turn and it's
fucking Petro!
"I always heard you liked to party," Petro slobbers
before I have a chance to say anything. He slides his
arm around me and grabs hold of my tits through my T-
shirt. "Tams's told us all about you," he pinches my
nipple, and I try to squirm away. "You're a real party
girl, huh ..?"
"Fuck you, asshole," I laugh, pushing him back and
taking another big swig of Abs. My head is totally
gone. I haven't had booze in months, and I'm starting
to get real wrecked.
"No, fuck you, cunt!" he grabs my arm again and twists
me back into him. I try to push away again, but his
grip is a lot stronger this time. His other hand is
now lifting up my T, and he slaps my tummy hard when I
start squirming again.
"Get your fucking hands off .." I try to shout, but
the other guy, Darren, slaps his hand across my mouth.
He's starting to tear at me, too, his fingers popping
my jeans open and tugging them down past my hips, down
my thighs.
"Sit still, bitch!" Petro snarls in my ear as he pulls
up my T- and starts pinching my tits through my bra.
"That's it, Todd," tams' voice cuts through. "She
likes it rough. Don't you, ronni?" she jeers at me.
"Remember? Fucking bitch is a fucking slut, I told
you," she keeps laughing.
"A real fucking slut," blondie chimes in while I try to
fight off the two Neandra-fucks and get to my cane.
"That's it, cunt, fight some more," Petro is laughing
his ass off as he pops my boobs out of my bra and
starts slapping them. "Get her jeans off Darren," he
barks, tugging hard on my nip rings. "Oh, boy," he
starts really cracking up. "Now you've had it. Here
comes the Horse!"
Someone grabs my head and cranks my neck around so that
I think it's going to snap. I keep kicking, but my
good leg is pinned, and my bad leg is just flapping
around like a broken wing. A pair of hands smash my
face into some guy's crotch. My cheeks burn against
the denim and I feel the sharp prick of his zipper.
Petro starts rubbing my face against the guy's crotch,
and I feel the zipper start tug down against my chin.
I keep reaching for my cane, for the blade inside, but
it's just out of my reach.
"You want this, bitch?" tams' voice cuts through the
haze in my brain, and I see her skinny hand snatch the
cane away. She pops out the handle and shows everyone
the blade hidden inside. "The little slut was going
for this."
"Fuck the little thrasher slut," blondie hisses,
grabbing my arms and rendering them immobile. "Rape
her cunt!"
"How does it feel, ronni?" tams kisses me on the cheek
and then bites my lips hard til I taste blood.
"Remember? Remember?" "Fucking cunt!" I manage to gasp
before the guy named Horse shoves his dick in my mouth.
IT IS HUGE, at least it feels huge with my brain fried
on the Abs. FUCK YOU! I try to bite down on the guy's
meat, but I feel the blade from my cane tickle against
my throat now. Tams presses it into my neck and starts
petting my hair. "Suck his cock, slut! Suck it like
the fucking slut you are!" she sneers. "Suck it good!
Come on, slut, SUCK IT!"
"Fuck you, you fucking c .." I cry out before Horse
slams his prick hard down my throat again. Then
there's a sharp pain on my tits and I realize Petro is
biting my nips. I'm numb from the Abs, but not that
numb. I'm thrashing around trying to get free, when I
feel Darren's hand slice into my panties and plow up my
puss.
"She's wet all right," he announces, withdrawing his
hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch it
glistening in the moonlight. "Fucking slut loves it."
He goes back to finger fucking my puss before he jabs
his whole fucking hand in and starts twisting it
around. I try to pull away. He's ramming his whole
hand up there. I try to yank away again. He slaps my
ass, then kidney punches me. "Come on, bitch, sit
still."
"Suck it, cunt!" Horse spits in my face and rams his
cock back down my throat. "Shit, I thought you were
supposed to be some kind of superslut or something.
What's wrong, can't you take it, slut? Can't you take
a little cock down your fucking throat?"
I can't breathe. His cock is lodged in my windpipe and
he's just holding it there. Meanwhile, Petro and some
other Neandra-fuck are pulling my tits apart. Each one
has his fingers looped in one of nip rings, and they
are just tearing them apart.
"Give her some dick, Darren," blondie's voice cuts
through the haze. "That's it. Give the bitch some
dick doggie style." I don't even feel his cock enter my
puss at first, but then he
slams his hips against my ass and starts pounding me
like a rag doll. I'm flopping all around. Petro is
biting my tits again, and Horse is fucking my face,
pulling my mouth down over his cock by my hair. "Hey,
go get Jessie," tams tells someone. "Tell her ronni
wants to talk to her out here. Quick!"
Horse takes his dick out of my mouth. "Anybody else
want any of this shit?" he calls to the growing crowd
of Neandra-fucks. "I'll take some," a new voice calls
out before yanking my mouth to his dick by my hair.
"See if she can take two cocks in there," tams squeals.
"Horse, shove your cock in there, too, and double fuck
her mouth. She likes lots of cock in her mouth, don't
you, ronni ..? Remember? Remember all the FUN we used
to have? Remember all the games you and nikki used to
play with me? I just wish I had nikki porno's slut ass
here, too. Payback is a bitch, isn't it, slut?"
I can't say a word, not with the new guy's dick shoved
in my mouth and Horse trying to pry my lips open and
stuff his cock back inside.
"You want it up the ass now, slut?" Darren slaps my ass
hard, and all I can do is whimper. "Is that a 'yes'?"
he laughs, taking his dick out of my puss and spanking
it against my labes. "Spread your ass cheeks for us,
slut," he orders with another slap. "Spread them like
a slut who wants her asshole raped."
"Fuck you, you fucking cocksucker!" I manage to spit
before the dicks re-submerge in my throat.
"You're going to spread them, ronni!" tams hisses in my
ear as she dances the blade across my eyelid. As my
vision clouds over with blood, I realize the fucking
skinny cunt has drawn blood. "Spread your ass cheeks
so Darren can rape your butt!"
Blondie loosens her grip on my arms and pulls them back
to my ass. "Nice ass, slut," she laughs as she places
my palms on my cheeks. "Now spread it like a slut so
he can fuck your ass." "Do it, ronni!" tams spits in my
eye.
I grip my butt and pull my cheeks apart, suddenly aware
that I am crying. The tears are mixing with the blood
in my eyes and burning my pupils like sunburn. I am
crying and blubbering, completely out of control. My
body and mind just shut down, and all that's left is my
soul-shriveled up in a dark corner of the universe ..
crying. JUST CRYING!
I sob around the two cocks shoved in my mouth and feel
Darren slice into my butt crack. My sphinx holds out
for about ten seconds of excruciating pain as he tries
to wedge inside and blast me open. I can barely feel
the flesh inside my ass tear away as he crouches over
me, gets up on his feet, and then butts his hips
forward. His balls slap into my puss crack, and I can
feel the hair on his nut sack scratching and rubbing my
labes.
"Can you get your cock up the slut's cunt?" tams asks
Petro. "I want to see her fucked in every hole - her
ass, mouth and cunt." "Fucking slut!" Petro sneers as
he works down his jeans and then jabs his cock into my
stomach. He keeps ramming his cockhead into my tummy,
missing my puss repeatedly as Darren and blondie scoot
my hips up and try to aim my puss at the proper angle.
"How's that feel slut?" he finally taunts me in triumph
as he stabs up between my labes and fills my puss with
his brutal cock.
"Now jack off on her face!" tams tells another guy, and
before I can flinch I feel a warm splash of splooge
slap my cheek. "You, too, that's it, cum on the little
slut's face!" tams howls while another and then another
Neandra-fuck unloads a cum smear across my face.
I can feel the guys rubbing their dicks off in my hair
when I hear voices at the patio entrance.
"Where's ron ..?" a voice blurts, then suddenly cuts
off. NO, NOT HER. NOT my TOTALLY HOT GIRL. NOT NOW!
"Here she is, Jessie," tams laughs and pulls my mouth
away from the two cocks fucking my face. "Don't you
want to say, hi, to Jessie, ronni?"
"Hwwllpp," I try to gasp a plea for help, but Horse's
cock sinks right between my lips as I start to speak.
My eyes lock with Jessica, and the look she returns is
one of disgust and horror.
"Doesn't she look great?" tams asks Jessica. "Ronni is
a real fucking slut. Aren't you, ronn?"
"Here's what you wanted, slut!" Horse grunts, taking
his cock out of my mouth and covering my face and eyes
with cum. I try to pull away, but blondie grabs my
hair and holds me in place, making me take all of it.
The other guy in my mouth starts cumming, too, and it
all starts dribbling out the corners of my mouth while
I fight for air. Through all the blood and cum in my
eyes, I watch Jessica turn around and run off the back
porch.
Before I can scream anything, another dick shoves
inside my mouth, and I feel Darren shoot deep in my
ass. Petro is bouncing me up and down on his dick and
tugging at my nip rings. Blondie lifts my ass up, and
another guy crams his dick between my butt cheeks.
Tams yanks my mouth off the cock, and pours another big
swig of Abs down my throat til I gag on it. Then the
cock rams right back down my throat. My mind spins out
of control. Sometime later, I am aware of
being turned over and laid on my back. My legs are
spread apart and someone fucks my puss while someone
else sits on my stomach and slides his dick between my
tits. Another guy sits on my face and presses his
asshole right up to my mouth. Lick my ass, slut," the
guy grunts. "Rim my ass like a fucking whore!"
"Fuck her!" tams keeps cheering. "Fuck the little
slut. Remember, ronni? Remember?"
How long this all lasts I don't really know. They
crowd around me and gape and gnaw at my body like a
pride of lions shredding a gazelle. As they tear away
inside me, my body just melts, then shatters in
fragments like a clay pot before slowly drying up and
blowing away. I am trampled like a dirt stain. I feel
the jaws of absolute darkness close in around me ..
"Get the fuck away from her!" That voice, it can't be
.. HER. The voice sears across my eyes with a tidal
wave of light. I
can't make out the shadowy figures slicing through the
blinding glare, separating the mass of bodies congealed
around me. I feel weight lifted off me, pulled out
from inside me .. my as, my puss, my mouth. I hear
shouts, screams, and the sound of footsteps padding
like animals into the darkness.
"Ronni! Ronni!" That voice .. oh, my God, that voice.
HER! "Get her the fuck out of here!" a man's voice
barks. It's the herman from the country club, the one
with the hands. "Get this piece of trash off my
property."
"It's all right, ronni." That voice. HER! "We're
going to get you out of here. Come on, my little
warrior princess. Let's get you the fuck out of here."
"You missed the party, nikki porno!" tams' voice scalds
my ear drums, scampering like a moving target into the
night.
"You're fucking dead, tams!" the voice shrieks. "You
are SO fucking dead!"
"Is she going to be all right?" another voice asks.
Nicky?? "We need to get in her to the car. Cherry, you
and Manel get her legs. Nicky help me with her
shoulders. Try not to move her too roughly. Come on
.."
"Get that whore off my property," the herman keeps
shouting. "Get her the hell out of here before I call
the cops." "Go ahead, asshole," the VOICE spits. "Why
don't you just fucking go ahead .."
Light floods back into my skull, like a sudden pair of
headlights cutting through a dark windshield during a
thunderstorm. Then complete white-out. Nothing but a
flurry of crazed light.
"Ronni?"
"Is she going to be all right?" Nicky's voice. "We
should take her to the hospital, nikki. We should .."
"Ronni?"
"I'm all right," I sputter, taking all my strength to
say three words.
"We need to go to the police," the voice is Manel's. I
haven't heard it in months, but I can't forget it. "We
need to take her to the hospital and go to the police.
She was raped!"
"Do you think they're going to believe that?" nikki
snaps back. "Do you think the fucking cops are ever
going to believe that? Believe her? Do you think that
fucking herman at the country club is ever going to
admit to anything? Those fucking jocks probably all
have alibis out their assholes now. All the cops will
do is throw her back in the nuthouse again. Do you
fucking want that?"
"But she could need a doctor," Cherry's voice suddenly
speaks up. "She could be seriously injured."
"Doctors mean cops," nikki hisses back.
"No cops .." I manage to croak. "No doctors." My
vision clears for a second, and I scan where I am.
It's Nicky's house, his room. Nikki Porno is leaning
over me, and I suddenly feel her hand stroking my
forehead. Nicky is on my other side, and Manel and
Cherry are sitting on the floor. Everyone is crying.
"My cane!" I say without thinking.
"Got it, ronn," nikki lifts it up and pulls out the
handle so I can see the blade inside. "I ripped it out
of that skinny little cunt's hands before I kicked her
in the fucking tits. Fucking little cunt ran away like
a fucking little scared cunt rabbit .."
"It's you," I gasp, cutting her off. "It's you .." I
start crying now, along with everyone. "It's you .." I
just repeat over and over again. "It's you .."
"Of course it's me, bitch," nikki kisses my cheek.
"Who the fuck else is going to save your sorry little
thrasher ass?" "I love you nikki .."
"Get some sleep, bitch," she kisses my lips.
"Don't leave, nikki, please .."
"I ain't going anywhere," she lays her head down
against my breasts. "I'll be right here when you get
up. I promise."
END