Mrs. Turner was gone, headed back to Parcher, Lisa's home for as long as she could remember. The old bat had lost no time in catching the first available bus out of Sutton.
"Good luck," the old turkey-face had said before turning away to board her bus, and for a moment Lisa had felt a sobbing pressure in her chest. Take me with you, Lisa had felt like saying. I've made a mistake. But Lisa knew that that would do no good. She had determined her own fate. She'd done everything possible to get herself sent to Sutton, and now that she was here, there was no turning back, no turning back unless she were to run away. And then, where would she run to? She'd already run away from Parcher more times than she could remember. She'd make a fool of herself now, running away from Sutton and going back to Parcher. No she was stuck here in Sutton for better or for worse. She looked around the dirty bus depot. Slouched in a chair at the end of a row of seats was an old man drinking out of a bottle half concealed in a paper bag. The ticket seller, a fat, red-faced young man with slicked down black hair, sat behind his ticket cage eyeing her up and down. He looked slimy. She could almost feel his cool, moist hands pawing her. She turned away, trying to pay him no attention. The clock at the rear of the depot read 11:40. The head of her new foster home was due to meet her at the depot at noon. Lisa headed for the restroom to brush the smell of the bus out of her blond hair.
The hallway to the restrooms was almost dark, lit only by a small bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling at one end. The hallway smelled of piss and disinfectant, and for once Lisa was glad she was wearing shoes. She half-expected to slip in a pool of slime as she crept down the cold hallway. She came to a door labeled CUNTS in magic marker. The word WOMEN had been blocked out.
The door was heavy, made it drag across the floor as she forced it open as far as it would go barely a foot.
The room was as dim as the hallway, and it reeked of piss. The mirror above the dingy gray washbasin had suck cock written across it in big letters which were unmistakably lipstick. The doors of the toilet stalls were a mass of graffiti: sexual slogans, drawings of guys fucking girls, huge spurting cocks. Though the smell of the room made her almost hold her nose, Lisa pushed into the room to get a closer look at the graffiti. She loved reading graffiti, and this was the filthiest, most explicit stuff she'd ever seen. As she squeezed through the narrow door opening, she felt her cunt squeeze out a few drops of warm juice. She felt like rubbing herself off.
Once inside, she walked straight toward the written on stall doors. Wow! She'd never seen so many drawings of cocks shooting off. She swallowed. She could almost taste the flying cum. Now she knew she was going to rub herself off.
The door behind her scraped on the concrete floor banging shut. Lisa spun around.
A tall youth of about 18 pressed his back to the door. "Shh!" he said, touching his index finger to his lips. "Don't get riled, hot stuff."
"Who are you?" Lisa said, her voice like a squeak. She would have screamed but her insides had gone soft. She'd never fainted, but she could tell that she was close to it now.
"New chick, huh?" he said, ignoring her question. "Nice fresh cunt. Bet you ain't never even fucked." He stretched, flexing his biceps like a muscleman. He wore nothing but dirty blue jeans like the two boys Lisa had seen from the bus. He was longhaired, muscular, brown, and his armpits were hairy. He scratched one muscular bare foot with the grubby toes of the other, then caressed his rippling abdomen with a thick, veiny hand. "Well, how about it, you ever been fucked?"
"Yes," Lisa said, leaning back against the stall frame for support. She shook all over.
"Shit!" The boy scratched his armpit. "Never had me a cherry to pop." He snapped his fingers. "On your knees, bitch!"
An uncontrolled scream whirled up out of Lisa's lungs.
The muscular boy was on her immediately. He grabbed a handful of her hair and flung her to the concrete.
"Shut up, Goddamn it! Shut your bitch mouth! Now get up on your knees before I kick your cunt in!"
Lisa struggled to her knees. Hot tears seared her checks. Inside, she was sobbing, but the sobs wouldn't come out. Her chest was ready to explode.
The boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was big, one of the biggest cocks Lisa had ever seen. It stood straight out from the boy's loins, dripping precum on Lisa's face. Lisa could feel the cock's heat, and she could smell it.
She'd never smelled a cock so pungent, and she'd never seen one like this, with skin half covering the purple head.
The boy rubbed his dripping dick against Lisa's face. He pulled the thick foreskin back, uncapping the juicy head. He mashed his hairy nuts to her mouth.
"Start eating, cunt! Lick them nuts! Suck that big dick! Do it good or I'll ram my fist up your stuck-up little shit hole!"
Lisa began licking the youth's hot nuts. They were big nuts, bigger than any of the boy nuts she'd ever sucked on in Parcher. And they were sweaty and hairy, so unlike the pink, hairless nuts she was used to munching. She sucked the youth's nuts into her mouth one at time. They were so big that they filled her mouth. For a moment, she felt like biting the big, smelly nuts off, but she knew that the youth would kill her. He was dangerous. She could sense that he meant business.
"That's it, pretty face," the youth said, gyrating his hips. "You're doing real good. When you finish on them rocks, you can get going on the old log."
Lisa spit out the boy's left nut and moved up to chew on his cock. She began licking the thick shaft. Her tongue rippled over the bulging blue veins gnarled under the satiny cock skin. She gripped the base of the shaft, feeling the shaft arteries twitch against her fingers. Her tongue moved up to the slippery purple cock head. The taste was strong, almost bitter, so unlike the sweet pink dick heads she was accustomed to licking.
The youth grabbed his dick and pushed the foreskin back over the head.
"Lick under the head-skin," he said. "Clean it out. Get your tongue right inside there."
Lisa probed the tip of her tongue between the youth's foreskin and cock head. Working her tongue like a deft worm, she managed to get it into the pocket between foreskin and head. Then she twirled her tongue slowly around the head, licking out the salty pocket.
The boy wiggled his ass.
"Yeah!" he said. "Feels good!" Suddenly he yanked the foreskin back and rammed his cock into Lisa's mouth. "Suck it! Suck it till I shoot!"
Lisa gagged. The hot cock had slid halfway down her throat. She pulled away, choking.
The boy wrapped his hands in her hair. As he clung to her, head, he rammed his cock back down her throat.
"Suck it, damn it, or I'll choke you to death!"
Lisa was already choking to death. Helpless, gasping for air, she used all the muscles of her throat and mouth to manipulate the boy's cock. Hot gobs of his precum rolled down her throat.
The slippery cock began to slide in and out of her mouth and throat as the boy fucked.
"That's it, bitch. Doing real good. Yeah! Keep it up. Use that tongue, and keep sucking!"
The boy rotated his ass, screwing his hot cock in and out of Lisa's mouth. His thick fingers clawed into her scalp. He banged his hard loins against her face, burying his long cock to the hilt down her throat. As the boy flicked, his pecker throbbed. The fat dick head pulsated like a heart. His heavy balls flogged her chin.
Lisa's jaws ached. Although she'd overcome her choking, her throat hurt from the stretching it was getting. Her vision was blurred, and all she could smell and taste was cock. Her head was filled with cock, stuffed with it. Her mind whirled. She couldn't think. Her fear had passed. All she could do was suck; hold on and suck.
The youth's cock jerked suddenly, nearly lifting her off the floor. The meaty monster swelled and hardened even more. The boy grunted, crushing his loins to her face. His loins were shaking, quivering.
"Goddamn!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck!"
Hot cum shot down Lisa's throat. She swallowed fast to keep from choking. The boy's cum was hot, thick, and strong tasting. It shot from his prick in heavy streams.
"Yeah!" the boy gasped. "Oh, shit, baby, take it! Wow!"
Just when Lisa was beginning to wonder whether the boy would ever stop shooting, his cock stopped throbbing. As he pulled the softening pecker out of her mouth, he milked the last of his cum out of the piss tube. As the pearly white gob appeared from the piss slit, Lisa flicked it off with her tongue, and swallowed it.
"You did real good," the boy said, stuffing his cock and balls back inside his dirty jeans. "Real good." He raised his dirty bare foot and stroked her cheek with his toes. "Be seeing you." He turned around, lugged open the door, and squeezed through the narrow opening. Without another word, he was gone.
Lisa struggled to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. A dribble of cum lay from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She wiped the sticky dribble off with her finger. Then, catching herself before she rinsed her finger under the slow running tap, she raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her finger clean. As cheap and degraded as she felt for having been mouth raped by that filthy youth, she still could savor the salty, alkaline taste of his cum. As she leaned forward to wash the sweat and spit off her face, she realized that the crotch of her jeans was soaked. Her cunt was sizzling.