Vicki Wallace stared at Duke Morrison's stiff cock. Even in the semi-darkness the view was perfect. Duke's prick was throbbing in her face.
Vicki shifted her shoulders against the car door. But it was wasted energy because she couldn't really move. Duke had her trapped. It was clear he wasn't going to let her off the hook until he fucked her in the mouth.
There was no use fighting him, Vicki realized. She knew she had asked for this. Duke Morrison bragged to everybody that he only dated girls who put out. When she had flirted with him at school and all but dared him to ask her out, she had guaranteed that Duke would put the make on her.
It was just that Vicki hadn't expected things to be this rough. She knew Duke's reputation as a cocksman, but she hadn't expected him to be such an animal.
If only, Vicki thought, she could cool things down a little. There was nothing wrong with Duke's cock in itself. She wouldn't mind sucking it at all. It was just that she didn't care to be mouth-raped.
"Listen, Duke," Vicki spoke up, "why don't you take it easy? I'll eat your prick. Right down to your balls. But I take pride in what I do. When I suck a guy's cock, I like to take my time and get things right."
"Forget it. All that fancy sucking and licking takes too much time," Duke sneered. "I don't want just some crummy blow-job. Goddamn it, I wanna fuck some mouth!"
"Oh, you'll be fucking my mouth soon enough," Vicki purred. "And I'll be digging it. It's just that my lips and tongued like to get to know your sweet cock before I deep-throat it. C'mon, Duke, let me do my thing."
Duke laughed out loud.
"Never little cunt," he said between gulps of laughter. "You honestly think that Duke Morrison lets any chick tell him what to do?"
"I just thought…" Vicki began.
She didn't gets chance to finish. While her mouth was open in mid-sentence, Duke crammed his thick prick halfway down her throat.
"Eat my cock, bitch!" Duke demanded. "You know you dig it this way."
Duke's hips pushed against Vicki's face. His hard-on shoved, straining to bury itself to his fat balls in Vicki's mouth.
Then Duke relaxed. Vicki's soft lips were rinsing the root of his prick. She'd been forced to swallow his entire cock.
"Now the fun really begins," Duke leered. "I don't know how many cocks you've sucked, Vicki baby, but nobody's ever fucked your mouth the way Duke Morrison's gonna fuck it. I guarantee it."
Duke's hips began to rock, slowly at first. Thai the tempo picked up. Duke's ass rolled along with his hips, the lower half of his body shimmying in a classic screwing motion.
Vicki gagged on his cock and choked for breath. Her skull banged against the door window from the brutal mouth-fucking.
Duke's sour-smelling crotch cupped her face. Vicki's nostrils burned from the combined scent of stale sweat and piss that reeked from his wiry pubic hair.
Since resistance was impossible, Vicki knew that her best chance of freeing her mouth from Duke's cock was to take a load of hot cum down her throat. She guessed she'd have to swallow every drop of jizz in the bargain.
It was okay, Vicki decided. She could stand it.
She had already drunk enough cum to know a few ounces more could hardly hurt her.
Besides, she wanted to keep Duke happy, even if he was an animal. Let him fuck her in the mouth so long as he got around to fucking her where it really counted. For this was one of those nights when Vicki would do anything for a cock in her cunt.
Vicki didn't care about Duke's character. All she had ever been interest in was his prick. His prick and what it might be able to do for her once it was pumping in her tight pussy.
Vicki wasn't interested in relationships. Nor even in fucking in itself. What she was searching for was something, which went beyond mere sex.
Her first climax.
Vicki could not feel like a real woman, until she had come. And, so far, this had never happened. Her cunt ached for the first orgasm.
Somewhere, Vicki told herself, there was, a guy who could get her off. She just had to keep fucking all corners until Mr. Right's cock was finally in her pussy.
But, right now, there was a mouth-fuck for Vicki to handle. Duke was grinding his hips in her face, driving his thick cock down her throat.
"There are plenty of chicks who'd cut off their left tit for Duke Morrison to feed them his prick," he boasted. "Hope you know how lucky you are, bitch."
He reached behind Vicki and tripped the door handle. When the door popped open, Vicki's head snapped back. Duke was right on top of her, the top half of his body hanging out of the car.
Duke used Vicki's tipped mouth like a cunt, his ass bobbing up and down, his prick moving in and out with jabbing thrusts.
"Gonna come pretty quick," Duke warned. "Really shoot it into you, you lucky bitch. The hottest, thickest load of cum you ever tasted. More jizz than you thought could come out of a guy's cock. And you know what, Vicki baby?"
He grunted before answering himself, slamming his cock to the depths of Vicki's throat.
"You're gonna suck down every drop of my sweet cum. Suck my cock bone dry."
He grunted again. His prick lurched and his balls jumped against Vicki's chin.
A wad of cum belted down Vicki's throat. Then another, and another.
Duke's jizz was scalding. And he hadn't lied when he'd promised a lot of it.
Vicki gulped down the cum as fast as it spurted. It warmed her belly, but gave her no pleasure. As far as she was concerned she was just doing a job.
"Not bad, bitch," Duke said when his prick was drained. When be pulled his cock from Vicki's mouth, it glistened with her spit without a trace of leftover cum.
Vicki, however, was interested in another feature of Duke's prick. Weakened by coming, his cock was at half-mast. Vicki's crotch tingled in anticipation of the fuck her pussy craved, as she vowed to put the steel back in Duke's prick.
"Is that all you're going to do to me?" Vicki asked when Duke pulled from on top of her.
"I came in your mouth. What more do you want?" Duke coarsely taunted. "I'm satisfied. That's all that counts. Besides, don't want to wear out the equipment."
Grinning, he stroked his prick as though it were gold.
"Don't be cute, Duke," Vicki challenged him. "Boys aren't the only ones who listen to locker room talk. I could tell the girls a few things about my date with the great Duke Morrison."
"Like what?"
"Try this on for size. I was hot to trot and couldn't even get the great Duke Morrison to fuck me. All he wanted was a damn blow-job."
Vicki's brown eyes flickered, as she gave Duke her best shot.
"Shit, Duke, everybody knows that any fag could suck your cock. There are plenty of queers at school who could drink your cum well as I did. But there's no damn fag with a live, wet pussy between his legs."
"Are you calling me gay?" Duke snapped. "I don't know," Vicki smirked, propping herself on her elbows. "Let's find out."
She opened her legs in Duke's face. Her skirt slid up her spread thighs, revealing her crotch. Her flimsy panties were a blue ribbon in the crack of her cunt, her blonde pubic hair bristling and her pussy lips bulging.
"I'm wet," Vicki murmured. "Here, see for yourself."
She drew a finger up the slit of her cunt, snagging a glob of pussy juice. Then she passed it under Duke's wrinkling nose, before wiping it on his lips.
"Sweeeet," Duke automatically sighed.
His eyes were riveted to Vicki's cunt. She removed her panties from her crack and tugged than to one side, pulling a pussy lip along with them. Now her creamy cunt was wide-open. It and Duke drooled with arousal.
"Still satisfied with just fucking my mouth?" Vicki teased, as she showed off the pink interior of her cunt.
She was staring straight at Duke's crotch. He, too, glanced between his legs and sheepishly grinned. He had a hard-on that seemed even stiffer than the version he had shoved down Vicki's throat.
"Guess I'll have to fuck you." Duke shrugged and grinned.
"Then go to it, stud. This night air's chilly. I want some heat between my legs."
Vicki reached out for Duke's cock. But to her surprise, Duke slapped her hand away from his rigid prick.
"When I fuck a chick, I'm the boss," he said. "Have it your way. Play it any way you want, stud, just fuck me. Fuck me good and hard."
"You got it."
Duke thrust his hand into the well of Vicki's thighs, grabbing the crotchband of her panties. The cloth was so damp with pussy juice that it ripped apart with a single tug.
Having shredded Vicki's panties, Duke's hand clasped the mound of her pussy and squeezed. It hurt, but Vicki didn't complain. Duke couldn't be Duke without playing rough.
"Juicy," Duke said of Vicki's cunt, as the cunt juice oozed between his stubby fingers. "This looks like it's gonna be a sloppy fuck."
"Don't let all the pussy juice fool you," Vicki moaned from the pressure between bet legs. "My cunt's tighter than any you'll ever fuck. Don't worry, you'll feel the squeezing every inch of the way."
"We'll see… we'll see," Duke said.
He removed his sticky fingers from Vicki's cunt and guided his cockhead to the dewy space between her flared cunt lips. Slowly, tantalizingly, he rubbed the knob of his prick against the slash of exposed pussy. A couple of times he bumped her clit, sending a promising shiver up Vicki's spine.
"Stick it in," Vicki begged. "Shove your big cock up my cunt and fuck me."
Duke lurched forwards as his falling chest flattened Vicki's tits, his prick barged up the oily chute of her cunt. Male and female hips began to rock. They were fucking.
Vicki wrapped her legs around Duke's waist, holding on so forcefully that her ass rose from the car seat. Duke slipped his hands under Vicki's butt and grabbed the cheeks, holding her aloft.
Duke's cock jackhammered Vicki's raised pussy. In and out it went, the cock-strokes several inches in length. With her eyes closed, Vicki had the illusion she was being sawed in half as well as being fucked.
The car in which the teenagers fucked bounced on its axles from the action. Vicki's head and shoulders hung out the door, as she gasped for breath. When she opened her eyes, she could see the stays in the sky winking downs her. Away yellow moon leered. It was a night that seemed made for fucking.
"Still think my pussy's sloppy?" Vicki asked, as Duke's hard-on surged inside her and she cinched her cunt muscles into a vise of flesh.
"Mmmm," Duke responded, leaving his prick buried to his root in Vicki's cunt. "You're plenty tight all right. Squeeze me harder… harder. Turn my ass black and blue, you horny bitch."
Vicki kept the pressure on his cock with the jaws of her cunt. However, there was more to her fucking technique than just the friction her pussy supplied for her lover's prick? Vicki liked to do things with her hands, as well as her pussy.
With one hand she cupped Duke's balls and rolled them around like fat marbles. Her other hand was led by its extended index finger into the crack of Duke's butt. She dug into his gritty ass hole.
"Oh, man alive!" Duke cried out from the ball squeezing and ass-pronging. "You're something else, Vicki! Too fucking much!"
"Suck my tits," Vicki urged. "I want us to do everything to each other."
An eager Duke pushed up the bottom of her sweater with his nose. When Vicki's bare tits popped in his face, he ran his tongue from one sweet nipple to the other.
Duke couldn't decide on which of the twin peaks of soft tit-flesh to suck. So, releasing Vicki's ass, he squashed her tits together with his strong hands and took both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
"Aaaaah, that feels so good. Your tongue is like sandpaper," Vicki moaned. "Now use your teeth. Chew my tits up a little. Give me some pain."
Duke was happy to hurt her. He didn't think he'd really fucked a girl unless she suffered some by the time he had shot his wad. He liked to be remembered.
This was the first time, though, that one of Duke's conquests had actually begged him to play rough. Vicki's eagerness for punishment added a kinky element to the fucking that made other girls seem boring no matter how wide they were willing to spread their legs for him.
"God, I dig you," Duke slurred to Vicki with a mouthful of her spongy-tits.
Then he stopped talking and his teeth sank in. Vicki jumped with pain beneath him and never stopped wiggling as he chewed her tender nipples.
"It hurts so good!" Vicki cried out. "More, more! Eat my tits! Fuck my cunt! Make me come! Pleeeeaasssse make me come!"
Duke was surprised by her plea. Vicki's frenzied behavior had led him to believe that she was already coming up a storm.
What Duke didn't realize was that Vicki writhed in desperation rather than front sheer enjoyment.
If she had told him the truth, he would have never believed that she was still searching for her first orgasm.
Deep in her soul, Vicki Wallace lived with the constant fear that she was frigid. And it was this fear that made ha strive to be such a terrific lay. She was not wild so much as frightened that a vital part of her was missing.
"Don't worry, babe, I'll make you come," Duke promised. "We'll get our rocks off at the same time. Once you feel my hot jizzin your cunt, you'll think I switched on the Fourth of July in your head."
Oh, please, please, God let him be right, Vicki silently prayed. Let me come this time, God. Just one climax, Lord. Then I promise to be a good girl.
Anxious to prove what a macho stud he was. Duke pulled Vicki out of the car along with him. Now he was fucking her on the grass, holding be legs straight up in the air as his cock plowed in to the squeezing depths of her pussy.
"Harder, harder!" Vicki pleaded. "Faster, faster! Get me there, please get me there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
A kneeling Duke drove his brawny shoulders against the backs of Vicki's thighs, standing her on her neck as he fucked her cunt to the limit with his powerful cock.
On and on it went. Duke had fucked girls this hard before, but never for so long with all stops out.
But no matter how much Duke put into the fucking, he still could not make Vicki come. He held back his jizz, trying to push her over the edge before his cock blew. But it was no use. Vicki didn't climax.
Now Duke's balls were aching like they were caught in a nutcracker. His jizz could not be contained any longer. He had to shoot his wad. It was like breathing. He could only delay the inevitable for so long and then his reflexes took over.
"Can't hold it any more," Duke gasped. "My prick's ready to explode."
"Wait! Please wait!" Vicki begged. "I need more time!"
"You bitch, why won't you come?" Duke raged with frustration.
He drove his shoulders into Vicki's upturned thighs with such anger that her legs flopped over her head and she was jackknifed. Duke was crushing her as his straining cock.
It was too late for Vicki. Duke's hot cum was gushing up her cunt and she still had not climaxed. "Come! Come, you bitch!" Duke screamed, as his spurting hard-on filled Vicki's fuck-hole with jism.
"I can't! It's impossible!" Vicki shrieked, not so much at Duke, but at the heavens. The winking stars and leering moon seemed to be taunting her now.
"I'll make you come if it's the last thing I do!" Duke vowed.
But it was a hollow promise. Time had run out on him. The last wad of cum squirted from his cock and his exhausted prick immediately began to soften in Vicki's cunt.
The instant she sensed this prick wilting in her pussy, Vicki knew she was through with Duke.
Having failed to make her come, he was suddenly a thing of the past to her. Just another faceless guy she'd spread her legs for who hadn't been able to satisfy her.
She pushed him away, freeing her pussy from his sow cock.
Vicki replaced Duke's prick with her hand. She finger-fucked her cunt. Pinched her clit.
"Maybe…" Vicki moaned deliriously. "Maybe this time I can do it to myself. I'm so close…"
But she was just torturing herself. Nothing that Vicki could do to herself could make, her come.
Duke laughed with contempt at her. "Jeez, I pity you," he said, as Vicki's useless hand-job on herself wound down. "If getting fucked by Duke Morrison can't get your rocks off, you might as well be dead. Christ, what a loser. Come on, bitch, pull your skirt down and I'll take you home. There's still time for me to pick up a normal chick with a cunt that works."
Vicki was too embarrassed to remain with Duke a moment longer. She struggled to her feet and stumbled away from him, tossing her wined panties into the bushes.
Duke's laughter ripped through the night as Vicki clumsily fled.
"Loser!" he called.
Picking up speed, Vicki ran from his accusation. "No, it isn't true," she puffed to herself. "Somewhere there's someone who can make me come. I know it. I've got to believe it."
She darted between some trees and sprinted up a hill. Then, across a vacant lot. Street lights greeted her. Her feet hit the sidewalk and she slowed down to a brisk walk. When she spotted a bus stop, she stopped and waited for a ride home. An odd thing happened when Vicki boarded the next bus. Although at this time of night there were several vacant seats, she was drawn toward one next to a priest. Something about sitting next to him made her feel safe.
He was looking put the window when Vicki sat down. Then the bus moved away from the curb and he faced toward her. Vicki almost fainted.
"S-something wrong, young lady?" the priest stammered, confused.
"No, no… Nothing, Father," Vicki lied, looking away.
But the priest sensed Vicki's pain. He put one hand on her shoulder and used the other to draw her face around until he was staring into her cloudy brown eyes.
"Please tell me what's wrong," the priest said softly. "It's my job to listen."
Vicki's eyes grew wider and wider. Then she slammed them closed. The resemblance was haunting. She couldn't take it.
"I-I can't talk to you," she told the priest. "I just can't."
She stood up and yanked the buzzer, getting off at the next stop.
As she began walking the rest of the way home, Vicki couldn't shake the image of the priest's face. It was incredible, but he was an exact double for her father.
It was terrible. As if her father were following around, spying on her. Knowing her secrets. Somewhere along her journey home, Vicki became almost hysterical, imagining that her father's eyes were tracking her every move.
"Daddy," she cried into the night. "What's wrong with me?"
A sudden wind answered her. It embraced her with its chilly gust, pushing her toward home like an instrument of fate.
Vicki calmed down and went along with the momentum. Before long she was in front of her house.
She had no choice but to go inside. The way she felt she just hoped nobody else was up. Especially her father.
Vicki couldn't shake the notion that the priest on the bus had been an omen. His striking resemblance to her father on the heels of another unsatisfying fuck gave off vibes she could neither understand nor ignore.
As Vicki slipped into the house, she felt a sharp twinge in her cunt. Impulsively, she pushed her hand under her skirt, up between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet with fresh juice.
While Vicki's fingers tested the sticky warmth of her cunt, her father's image hovered in her mind. She prayed that she did not run into him while she felt so weird. If she did, she had the eerie feeling something terrible might happen.
However, when she was in the hallway, and saw the bathroom light on and the door ajar. Vicki went right toward it.
Her father was on the toilet. She saw his face first, then the rest of him.
"Daddy!" Vicki gasped, both alarmed and excited. "What are you doing!"
She had stepped into the bathroom, getting an eyeful.
"My God, Daddy! What's got into you?" She closed the door behind her and felt her pussy spasm with heat. It was too late to turn back now.