On the that same night, while Bert Anderson basked in the victory of his conquest, his star swimmer Alice Dilly was running down the street, half crazy with fear.
Her father had tried to rape her! Even now, blocks from the house, she couldn't believe it. She had thrown on a pair of jeans and an old, floppy blouse after knocking her father unconscious with a chair and then fled out into the street. She would have taken the car, if only she had had the presence of mind to look for the keys. But she couldn't. They were in the front pocket of her father's trousers and just going near his prone body, stinking vilely of gin, sent shivers of terror racing up her spine.
Alice leaned against a tree and caught her breath. She was far enough away to be safe. Even if the old man was awake and was mad enough to come looking for her, she could still run. Besides, he had been in terrible shape, his legs wobbly from all the booze, and Alice doubted that her father would be leaving the house.
Alice breathed deeply, letting the cool night air fill her lungs and cleanse her body. My God, she had to sleep. Tomorrow was the nationals! She needed rest. But where? There was no way in hell that she would go home not now. Perhaps never!
She thrust her hands into her pants pockets and heard the tinkle of change. Alice pulled out a handful of silver and rolled the coins in her hand, thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't stone broke. The money – a little over three dollars – gave her a small edge. It was not enough to stay at a cheap hotel, even if the Strand had cheap hotels. But it was enough to buy coffee all night at Bernie's twenty-four-hour cafe where she might find a booth and go to sleep.
Her stomach growled at the thought of coffee. She hated the stuff but Alice was hungry. Her watch was back at the house but she guessed the hour was before midnight. The drive-in restaurant might still be open and that was closer than Bernie's. Lots of kids hung out at the hamburger stand and maybe she might spot someone she knew. Her heart beat like a hammer. There was hope yet. She might find a place to stay with one of the high school kids. It was better than going home, a prospect which made her quake in her shoes. Anything was better than going home!
It was past closing time for Mel's Drive-In, but the frightened, pimply-faced boy who worked the night shift was afraid to close up. Nic Adams had cruised by half a dozen times looking for girls to pick up. Since he had failed to find one, Adams was angry. And he vented his hostility on the counter man. "You keep this place open," Adams snarled, "until I tell you to close."
The counter man, whose name was Algernon, might lose his job if the boss, a gnarled septuagenarian named Rosebud, drove by which he occasionally did on Friday nights. On the other hand, he would almost certainly lose the use of his arm and perhaps his jaw if he didn't follow Adams' orders. Algernon weighed the two possibilities and decided that his two-buck-an-hour job was not worth it. Fuck Rosebud, he said to himself. If he fires me Jean always collect unemployment.
So the hamburger stand remained opened and surprisingly vacant while Adams circled every two minutes trying to pickup pussy.
The Strand was quiet town which shut down at dusk, therefore, the neon-lit hamburger stand stood out like a beacon at midnight. Algernon propped his skinny six-foot-two frame into a chair and bounced an art-gum eraser off the plexiglass wall when Alice's voice startled him.
"Jesus," he said staring at the willowy blonde girl, "you scared the hell out of me!"
"I'm sorry," said. Alice. "I only wanted a hamburger." Her stomach grumbled some more and she said, "Make that two hamburgers. Everything on them. And a chocolate milk shake."
Algernon quickly took down her order, looking up to see if Adams' car had passed by. Since threatening him, the counter man's perspective had changed drastically. Now he wanted the hamburger stand to stay open because eventually Rosebud would drive by and then it was goodbye hamburgers and hello unemployment.
But his hopes were dashed when he spotted the dark-maroon convertible come screeching away from the stop sign and wheel into the parking lot.
"Shit," he said under his breath. He scribbled hurriedly on the note pad, repeating the order to Alice then turned to the counter. "Good luck, that's all I can say," he mumbled, slicing the hamburger bun and filling the halves with relish and catsup.
Adams recognized the girl immediately and felt his crotch grow warm and wet. He opened the door and strode up to the counter where Alice patiently waited.
"Remember me, sweet thing," he sneered. Adams was used to shocking people; he expected to see Alice cringe away from him, and watched the fear mount in her eyes.
He had learned from his father that women secretly like to be forced into sex. Fear played a key element. If you couldn't frighten the shit out of them, they wouldn't really enjoy it.
So Adams, who had spent most of the night striking out with girls, was overjoyed when he stumbled on to Alice. He remembered the joy ride across the town and the tantalizing thrills of her mouth and cunt. His ears perked expectantly, waiting to hear the deep choking noises that struggled from the throats of women caught in a web of fear.
This is what he expected. But instead Alice smiled openly and ran towards him, her eyes bright and merry as if she had discovered a long, lost friend. Adams was startled. His mouth hung open in amazement and the girl's slim but strong arms gripped him around the waist as she buried her head into his gut. "Nick!" she said. "Oh, Nick!"
She made no attempt to hide the lascivious way her tits rubbed against him. He felt his cock rising up in his pants and for an instant he was afraid that Alice might unzip him and cop his joint. Right there in public!
"It's a little late for you to be out," he sneered, trying to regain his composure, "ain't it, jailbait!"
The counter boy was looking at them, a crescent smile slashing through the sea of pimples when Adams shot him a silent warning. The boy's smile fell flat and he left the hamburgers on the counter front.
"I want to go home with you," said Alice. She dug her fingers into his belt loops and tugged downward. Adams was so stunned he nearly fell over.
"You come home with me?" he warned. He didn't believe her, not for a minute. His old man would kick the shit out of him for shacking up with a broad. The old man was strict about the sanctity of the house and Adams was not about to challenge his dad over a woman. The old man would kick his ass from here to China for starters. Then he'd get mean.
Adams tried to hide this fear under a desperate appearance of violence and vulgarity. His car had become his whole life. It was where he took snotty girls like Alice and turned them into women. But now Alice was asking the impossible, he was in a bind.
Then for some unexplained reason, she reached down into his crotch and grabbed his dong.
"Holy shit!" he shouted. Alice had honked him right there in the hamburger shop!
"Get in the fucking car," he said dragging her away.
"Hey your hamburgers," yelled the Algernon from the window.
"Fuck off," snapped Adams, pulling the girl into the open car door. "Stuff them up your asshole!"
The kid gave him a funny look, as if that's what he had in mind, when the car engine roared and Adams peeled away.
He drove like a madman, the ripe smell coming from Alice's sweltering flesh egging him on. He felt as if a rocket had exploded in his brain. The girl, squirming from unbridled sexual stimulation, quivered like Jell-o. He ran three stop signs and ended up at a small park not far from his house. He screeched to a halt and in what seemed the same motion advanced upon Alice. "Baby, you drive me up the wall," he said through clenched teeth.
Alice said nothing. What could she say?
He was strong and incredibly fierce. Adrenaline pumped his muscle. His nose twitched at the ripe smell of her cunt. He smelled her leaking juice and he smelled the other odors that came from her. Alice trembled in the front seat. Her weakness turned him on.
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" he snapped.
Alice only stared at him. Her heart pounded a mile a minute but it was not Adams that scared her. Only a few hours before her father had staggered into her bedroom and yanked the covers off the bed. When she had turned around, half asleep, his cock stood out at her like a torpedo.
"Slut," he had said, the harsh smell of alcohol emanating from his skin. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. Just like you been fucking all them studs at school."
She didn't know what her father was talking about – there was no way that he could have found out about Adams – but she wasn't hanging around for an explanation. When he lunged forward, she slid under him and staggered against a wall. Alice was scared shitless of her father; he'd beat her senseless for not doing as he ordered. She grabbed the wood-frame chair and brought it down on his head as he rose up to grab her arm.
The chair had smashed into splinters on impact. Her father wavered for a moment before his legs buckled and he fell to the floor.
"What the hell you thinking about?" Adams snapped. He was pulling at his pants trying to free his cock. Women, he thought. Nobody will ever understand them. His loins trembled under the heavy denim material that refused to open in his hands. He tugged and pulled on the zipper, grunting and groaning like a madman. He wanted to fuck, he wanted to be fucked and sucked by this fourteen-year-old cunt and he couldn't get his Goddamn pants off! Jesus was he stupid!
Frantically, he reached under Alice's blouse and stroked the naked breasts underneath. She was small but very sensuous to the touch and her nipples were hard as diamond points. Alice made no attempt to stop him as he thrust his face under the blouse and licked and sucked her tits as if they were ripe mangos.
"Hmmmmmm!" she said shifting her legs. When he reached around and lifted Alice up by the ass, Adams was startled to find out that underneath the baggy pants, Alice wore no panties. His cock shot up harder than ever. The pain was unbearable. He ripped frantically at the fly, his cursing turning into deep, chest-racking sobs as his fingers worked futilely on the fly.
"Oh, shit," he cried. "I can't open the fucking thing!"
It was amusing only to Alice, who reached across and with a short pull undid his fly. Adams looked up at her in disbelief, the tears trickling down the hard lines in his face. No one was more vulnerable than Adams was. Or surprised either when Alice reached into open vent and pulled out his cock.
His dick was hard and sleek and shimmered in the moonlight.
Holding in him her cupped palm, Alice stroked the rippled foreskin, tending to the bulging veins that laced the thick length of cock.
"Oh fuck, baby, you're too Goddam much!" he shouted.
She gripped his cock like a handle and drew him forward. His balls were big, like two peaches held in a wrinkled sack. She caressed his nuts, watching in awe as the swollen testicles rolled so easily in her hand. She bent closer and kissed each one, before drooping her lips over the wrinkled cockface.
Adams was going out of his mind. His lust became a driving force behind his action. He pulled himself forward, amazed at the warmth and wetness of her mouth and gently stroked her sucking lips.
Bliss pervaded him. He gasped deep lungfuls of air, his chest going up and down in a smooth, rhythmic motion and what drove him wild was that her lips were always there to meet his thrusts.
Always there!
"Good!" he moaned, deep-throating her. "Like that?" He giggled at his own good fortune.
His father had called him a no good, worthless shit and he nearly believed him. Now this wonderful girl was treating him like a nice guy. He didn't have to rape her – at least not again. She knew what turned a man on.
"That's my Alice," he said, closing his eyes. Only the slurping of her mouth and the gentle tugging on the knobby end of his cock made him aware that he was not dreaming. My God, he most certainly was not!
"Oh, yes," he moaned, his head rolling on the seat while she worked him hard then soft and then hard again. Her tongue did a thousand different moves at once; wonderful, simulating little licks and slurps that made his blood pound in his ears. She was the best cocksucker he had ever known. Ever!
For several minutes, Alice administered to his cock. She forgot about the swim meet and concentrated on this long, flickering thing in her mouth. She could feel the flared end all the way into her belly. It had a raw, rubbery taste that felt wonderful. With every lick she gave him, it was hard as the dorsal side of a shark.
"Yaaaa!" shouted Adams wrenching his tool from her mouth. "Come here!"
Unlike his own pants, Alice's came off with no resistance. Roughly he pulled her legs apart. He knew no other way to fuck. Adams didn't know how to slip softly between her cuntfolds. He had never worked his cock in and out of her channel to soften up her resilient pussy. He didn't even finger her fully so the lubricant would spray down into the soft mound that hid behind the few strands of blonde hair.
Adams had never given a shit about pleasing a girl. Deep down, he thought it was demeaning. He thrusted into the place where her slot was and for the first time found himself wanting a girl to enjoy sex as much as he did. He pulled up roughly and now his cock was twelve inches deep in her cunt.
"Aaaiiiieeee!!"
His hot torch seared her cunthole and took Alice's breath away. She was juicy and gushy and all those wonderful things that made fucking so much fun. It was the second time a cock had been inside her sex sleeve, yet she knew immediately what was right for her.
Adams pulled his cock out for a second and then back inside he went, jamming his pole halfway into her guts. Her cunt muscles retreated around him, spreading back like the lips of a tulip, and his balls were bouncing around pumping up the sperm seed.
"Your cunt really likes my cock, Alice," he muttered, dragging his thick pubic mound across her clitoris. He didn't realize how explosive that act felt for a woman, but then Adams did a lot sexy things he wasn't aware of.
Like grabbing her ass cheeks. He gripped her behind like a huge melon and then picked the whole mass of humping flesh up and fucked it. That turned Alice on!
It was also wild the way he sucked her nipple until they nearly exploded and wiggled his cock in her cunt, touching the tight ring of muscles that made up her fuck hole. Alice groaned when he did these things, and when he hit two or three of them all at once, it was like a gun exploding in her ear. She reared off the seat like a mare breaking free from its owner and whirled her hips until Adams was screaming in her ear how much it hurt to fuck her that way.
"I don't care," she replied, her body making a terrible sucking sound. "I don't care! Just keep fucking me."
Damn right, thought Adams. His mouth was a smear of thick saliva which he wiped off with the back of his hand. She would feel him at the very tippy top of her womb. Nothing would stop him. He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her roughly to his waist. Fingers of both hands penetrated her bunghole in a searing shriek of pain that rattled Alice to the very core. "Ohhhhh!!! Goooood!" She was screaming for more and more sex. His fingers slipped in with a popping sound and she felt him wiggling up her backsides while his cock sucked in and out of her twat. She lifted her legs upward so her thighs were straight out from her body.
"In, baby, in!" Adams announced. Sweat came off his skin in sheets. It bathed them both in a salty, warm solution that ran down on the leather seats making them slick too. They tumbled together squeaking on the leather while his tortured cock found her juicing slit again and again and again. Her perfectly cupped breasts were hard as glass. Adams snapped the nipples, worked them with his teeth, licked them with his tongue, not missing a trick. He smelled her and felt her heat and now fucked her slot and fingered her asshole and humped her clitoris.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she screamed. Alice's cunt was like a furnace; a seething pot of molten metal. "Jesus, what a fuck you are," she screamed to Adams mounting her cunt, oblivious to her wants and desires.
He only wanted to come. To come in her cunt! His dick bobbed back and forth without success. Though his fuck tube was filled with seed he couldn't get off. Frantically he jammed his fingers into her asshole, grabbing hunks of buttocks as if they were loaves of bread. He had never done that to a woman. God, it was all right! He might even fuck her there too. Fuck her butt, a fourteen-year-old kid. Now that would be something! He humped and pumped and squeezed until tears flooded his dark brown eyes.
He wasn't going to get off. He could fuck any harder than now. Maybe a mouth job would make him spurt. He pulled out of her cunt and ran his steaming prick up her belly to her mouth. "Lick me!" be shouted. "Lick me! Lick me!"
She opened up so excited she wanted to pee all over herself and received his pecker, sticky and gooey as a melting popsicle.
"Good!!"
He swayed back, feeling his thighs shudder and then his stomach tightened and a smile crossed his crooked teeth as he charged forward in her mouth. Sinking in soft and deep, the huge cock head spit out its white, oozing fluid. "Aaaahhhhh!" he cried as sperm rocketed her puffed-up cheeks, sending Alice flying against the door. "Goooood!!"
He squeezed on his balls and milked his cock inside her, using her lips to take all his come. He panted like a frenzied dog, but over the throbbing of his pounding heart, he could hear the deep moaning noise coming from Alice's chest. Deep, sucking sounds; the urgent cooing of lovers united, of love and joy and happiness.
His dick dripped sperm in her face. Alice was fantastic! Nick Adams felt meek and mild as she sucked and rubbed and squished her fanny against his digging fingers. He didn't leave her mouth until his dick drooped all limp and loose as a week-old enchilada.
"Ohhhhh wonderful!" she gasped, sensing a new and different kind of orgasm. Even her juicy pussy was convulsed with this stirring thrill. She fucked and fucked and fucked until her body collapsed in a heap and she fell back sweaty and exhausted.
She groaned as Adams removed his dick and started rubbing her cunt once more. It seemed an eternity since she had run away from her father. The meet was tomorrow but so what. There was a national swim meet every fucking year. And what was so great about swimming anyway. She turned to Adams whose hulking body was flopped against the front seat, twisted up like a run-over dog in the road and she said, "I need a place to stay."
Adams crooked his neck and stared down his sweating body along his flat belly and the matted thatch of pubic hair into Alice's blue eyes. She couldn't stay at his house, not even in the garage. His father had wired the Goddamn place in case burglars broke in to steal tools from his workshop. And sneaking her into the house was out of the question. So she couldn't stay with him. And he felt like a heel if he left her out in the freezing night air, considering how good she had been to him. Then suddenly, as he lay there, and as Alice toyed with his spermy pubic hair, Adams got an idea. And he knew it would work.
"You know the coach," he began. "I bet he'd put you up. He'd have to. I mean the last thing in the world he wants if for you to lose."
Alice was crestfallen, but there was no stopping Adams, not after he had fired up the convertible and was roaring off for Bert Anderson's house.