If I am different from other men, it is only a matter of degree. I like sex. Show me the man who doesn't. But how I get my sex is another thing; and what I do with it is also something else. I won't con you that I'm an innocent guy when it comes to getting fucked. I'm willing to do anything to get a lay. Sometimes I can be damned devious. The main thing is the lay.
Oh, I don't stop at the lay, either. I want something more than that. It's not just enough to know I've succeeded in lining up a fuck. I want to go further. I want to make sure that my mark is hooked on the stuff for good. There's nothing that pleases me better, for instance, than to know that a girl I've fucked ends up craving cock the rest of her life. That really turns me on. It makes everything I do worthwhile.
How did I get this way? Who knows? I only know I just happen to be this way. Oh, I suppose if I really looked into myself, I could see where it began. All I know is that I started out like most guys, just wanting to know all I could about cunt. After awhile though, I developed like I am now. It takes time – for all things.
I remember when I first got the idea of preying on somebody. That's right: preying. I even thought of it that way. I was only sixteen at the time, but I already knew what I wanted to do. There was this pissy cunt, fifteen, and her name was Wanda, and she lived next door to us, and she thought her shit didn't stink. She was new in the neighborhood and she thought she was better than everybody else. Well, I decided to make her, just to put her in her place.
I wasn't a big guy, even then; just average in size and not too good-looking. Oh, I wore my hair slick, and all that. But I didn't have much to travel on. Except I had a mean cock, even then. All my life I've had the kind of cock that stands up and does its own talking. And I counted on my cock to do a lot of talking with that cunt.
And she was a beautiful doll, too, let me tell you. A big-boned blonde, she had real sexy lips and the kind of eyes you call "smoky" or "bedroom". And knockers? Like nobody's business. Knockers and hips and ass and legs to stop Mack trucks. She was a solid big bitch of the first order.
But she didn't screw. That's the truth. The bitch was cherry at fifteen, and I wanted to smash that cherry like you smash the atom. Well, I wasn't alone. A lot of other guys wanted to make out, too. Her front step was like a bitch dog had peed on it. All the males in the neighborhood were lined up and hanging around.
Which didn't make her the most popular girl with the other broads, believe me. They were jealous as hell of her. They said she was a cock-teaser of the worst sort, and every one of those girls wanted to see Wanda lose her cherry. It played right into my hands when I came up with my scheme.
A cunt named Lily was my lead-in. She was a skinny little thing that fucked like a mink. But she put on a real clean front and you wouldn't think butter melted in her twat. Everybody who didn't know her thought she was a goody-goody girl. So did Wanda. Ha.
"Wanda really thinks you're the shits," I said to Lily one night when we met down by the drugstore, me standing alone like I liked to do even then. I've always been a loner; I like being a loner. It pays off. "She doesn't know you fuck, does she?"
Lily smiled big. She was a sick fuck, believe me, the kind that screw like crazy just to get a guy; any guy. She was as ugly as they come, and that's why probably Wanda didn't think she ever fucked.
After all, who would want to fuck her? That kind of thing.
And that's what Lily said. "She thinks I'm cherry, believe it or not," she said. "Ain't that a crock?" And Lily laughed a real brittle laugh.
"Like she won't have anything to do with cock, huh?"
"I think she's afraid of guys. Personally I think she wants a big dick more than anything else in the world."
"Every broad does. So do you."
"I get my cock, Ace, don't worry. I get all the cock I want." Lily got huffy. It hurt her pride to think she needed dicks. That's why she tried to keep them lined up all the time.
"Okay, Lily," I said, "I'll give you my cock if you do me a favor."
"I don't need your cock," she gave me back, but I knew she was humping for it already then. And that's why she added, "But I'm willing to help you out if you need help."
"That's big of you." I gave her a quick feel when nobody was passing. It juiced her up. "Here's the bit," I said. "I want to lay Wanda, and I want you to help me."
"How?" She eyed me narrowly.
"I don't know yet," I said, "But I just know I want to get into that house when her old lady and man ain't there. Think you can provide me?"
"She's scared of guys. Or at least she won't let any of them inside that house. You know that. Even when her parents are gone, she keeps them out. But I am willing to try for you, Ace. I'm willing to try."
"That's swell of you. And I'll repay you in kind." And I gave her another feel when nobody was looking.
A couple of days passed, and I didn't have a fucking plan in the world. All I knew was I wanted to get into that house. "Rape the bitch, if necessary," I told myself. "But get into that house." And I kept bugging that sick fuck Lily to get her ass in gear and swing things for me. Finally Lily said to me, "Her parents are going out tonight. I'm sleeping at her place."
"You think you can line me up?"
"Uh-uh. I hinted about you, but she's afraid."
"What'd you say?"
"That you'd like to know her."
"And?"
"No go. She says no guy's good enough for her."
"She honestly said that?"
"She's crazy, but it's the truth."
"So what do I do?"
"Do what you want. I'm just telling you the score. Her parents are going to be gone to a late party, and we're going to be sleeping together. More than that I can't tell you."
"So thanks." And I gave her the eye.
How the hell to get to that fucking Wanda? That became the problem. I thought of all kinds of angles. I thought of just going up, knocking on her door, and inviting myself into her house. I thought of asking to use their telephone; any crazy thing to get inside that house. And I finally came up with the simplest and most dangerous idea of all: climb into her bedroom.
Oh, it wasn't a hard job, and I'd actually thought about it before. I mean, after all, she lived in one of those sprawling ranch-style houses with everything on one floor. But when you're just sixteen, you're still not too daring. And if you can make a girl any other way, you prefer it to the final way, I guess.
Nevertheless, that's what I came up with for an idea. I'd climb the hell in her bedroom window and get at her that way. So I made plans for the occasion. I cased the joint, and figured the floor-plan according to some other houses on the street that I was familiar with. Then I waited till the lights went off that night and when I figured Wanda and Lily were in bed.
I slipped into their backyard, passed some bushes, and tried not to make a sound. Gravel on a path shifted under my tread and I had to step into some shrub beds by the window. But I kept the sound down, and I could hear their laughter in Wanda's bedroom. It was the dying kind of laughter, the kind you hear just before people are going to sleep. That kind.
I waited. Soon it was quiet. There was no talking, no more laughing; and then only heavy breathing came. I listened closely, and the breathing became regular. I was sure they were sleeping. I decided to make the move, and I slipped out a pair of wire-cutters and went to work on the screen.
After what seemed whole hours, stopping and starting according to the changes of rhythm in their breathing, I finally got at the hooks that held the screen to the windowsill, freed the screen from them and lowered it to the earth. I could see then directly into the room, and they were sleeping about fifteen feet away. It was just a matter of a slow climb, and I would be there beside them.
More time passed, of course, getting into that room without a sound, and I was amazed at my own ability to control myself and not get impatient. Ever since then I've considered it a damned good trait to have developed. I can wait a long time for my prey, believe me.
So I got inside that room, and I went to the bed, and by the light of the moon I could see their figures perfectly. They both wore a pair of baby doll nighties, and because the night was warm they slept without covers. They were beautiful sights to behold; especially Wanda.
I looked at that terrific body, perfect in every way. She lay curled like a picture of a fetus I had seen in a biology book. Except she was no fetus, believe me. Her legs were fabulous. Just looking at those wide and smooth thighs turned me on, and I had a gigantic hard-on. There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck that broad in that minute.
I even took my dong out. I couldn't stand it any more. I zipped down my fly and yanked out my cock, and I gave it a couple of licks with my thumb over its head. The lube pearls came right away, and I greased them into every crevice. I was ready to stud her in that minute.
Yet I wanted to make her beg me for it. Crazy, huh? But I really did. Somehow I wanted to make that cunt crawl. I wanted to even the score for all the times she had given me the snub. I wanted to make her crawl for my cock. And that's when I got the idea to play with her in her sleep.
That's right. I decided not to wake her, but to create a dream in her head, to give her a hot dream by just playing with her when she was still asleep. So I went around the bed, right beside her, and I knelt facing her as she lay in that fetus ball, and I slipped a hand past her folded arms and got to a breast without too much trouble. Beautiful breast. Just the touch of it turned me on even more. I mean to tell you, it was solid and firm, the kind you love to feel. It was that kind of breast that every guy wants to feel.
She moved when I touched her. At first it was just a flinching motion. Then she stretched her arms, brought them away from her breasts, and gave me an open path. I thought she might have woke up, and I stopped feeling her for a minute. Finally I realized that she was asleep, probably starting to dream a new dream, and I went back to work.
I slipped my hand under her baby doll. The touch of her hot flesh drove me crazy. I wanted to yank my dong and explode. I was so hot from just touching her that I wanted to play with myself and come all over the place. But my desire to fuck her won out, and I left myself alone and concentrated on her titties. They were beautiful things, believe me. I gripped them like they were melons, and fondled them gently. I played all around them and rubbed my thumbs across their nipples, feeling those miniature rockets rise like they were coming off their launching pads.
Soon she squirmed. She stretched her legs and inserted a hand between them, and a crazy small smile started on her lips. She was in the middle of a hot dream, I could tell. I decided to do something that was really wild. I pulled my hands away from her tits and went at her drawers. While she held herself between her legs, I slowly lowered her drawers. I even raised her ass a little so I could bring her bottom below her cheeks. She cooperated in her sleep. Then I gently lifted her hand from between her legs, pulled down her drawers till her big beautiful blonde pussy was out in the open, and then I put her hand back between her legs. Naturally her hand went right to her bare pussy.
Next I raised her baby doll's top and brought her big tits into full view and went to work on them again with both my hands. As I manipulated her titties, she started working her own vag, and soon she was starting to hump. It was beautiful.
That's when I whispered directly in her ear, "Wanda, sweetheart, I love you. I love you very much, and I want to make love to you. Spread your legs, and let me get between them. Spread your legs, baby. I have something for you." And I started off the floor to climb on top of her.
But the bitch shook her head. Suddenly she shook her head, and a crazy look came over her face, like she was afraid of something. She even said, "No" in her sleep, very low but frightened.
I decided to play with her awhile longer. I worked her tits some more, and watched her humping her hand. At the same time, I whispered in her ear, "You'll love it. Wanda, sweetheart, you'll love what I'm going to give you. It's all for you, Wanda baby. It's all for you."
She turned on the smile again, and she was rocking herself gently. But when I came to the business about spreading, it was the same thing a second time. She froze and shook her bead and gave me that "no" business in her sleep again.
It was too much. My dick was throbbing. My groin ached. I could feel the come starting already from my balls. I couldn't wait any longer if I tried. There was nothing I could do but fuck her. I had to fuck her.
So I climbed on top of her. She protested in her sleep. She even put up a little fight, and she started to cry; all in her sleep. But all I could see were those terrific thighs and those fabulous tits, and I just had to get between those legs and go into that cooz. So I pulled her drawers off her and spread her legs in a rush, and I dropped my own pants so I could have some movement of my balls and cock, and I went between her legs and tried immediately to get into her body.
That was when she woke up. She let out a scream. She started fighting me, pounding me with her fists, and she was crying and screaming. It woke skinny Lily up beside her, and I clapped a hand over Wanda's mouth. She bit a finger and it was my turn to yell. I shoved my hand back in her mouth and slapped her face with my other. She cried wildly and tried wrestling her body from beneath me. And she looked to Lily like she was begging for help.
Then that skinny little bitch beside her said to me, real excited, "If you promise to fuck me, I'll help you screw her. Will you promise, Ace? Huh? Will you?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing at her eagerness while I also saw Wanda's eyes reflect in the moonglow a kind of crazed recognition of what her friend was doing for her; or not doing for her. And I told Lily, enjoying the fact that Wanda heard me, "Hold her tightly, so I can get my big dick in her cunt."
"She's cherry," Lily said, working to hold Wanda, and Wanda thrashed violently, but increasingly feebly, to be free. "You're getting yourself a cherry, Ace. Fifteen, and she's still a cherry." Wanda's eyes, when Lily said that, pleaded with me, and big tears flooded them.
I laughed as I worked my dick at her cunt. "I knew I'd get you," I said, with a real edge in my voice. "When I go after a cunt, I get her every time." The truth was: I had never gone after a cunt the way I had gone after Wanda. But I knew I'd go after a helluva lot more cunts from then on.
Her cunt was tight. Oh brother, was it tight! She was cherry, all right. She was tight, tight, tight. But she was juicy, all primed from that hot dream, and with a little effort, I managed to get my big dick slowly but solidly into her. She whimpered under my hand and she spread her legs wider and a pained look crossed her face, and she closed her eyes like she couldn't stand the pain.
"She's lucky," Lily whispered. "She's getting your big cock for her first fuck. How lucky can a girl get?"
"Shut up," I told Lily, "and hold her tight. I want to ride this one to a big come."
Lily did what I said, and I worked my long dick in and out of that fantastically tight twat. It pained me almost as much as it pained Wanda, but I couldn't stop fucking her if I tried. It was a case of rhythm. I was moving in and out of her smoothly, slowly, perfectly. I was giving her the right kind of jazz and she was taking it, even if she was crying the whole time. Pretty soon her big ass started humping with me just as it did when she was in that dream. She couldn't help it, I could see, and she started giving me the automatic grind and bump. I laughed as I worked my rod in and out of her cunt in that slow and excruciatingly exciting rhythm.
Soon we were climbing to the clouds. "Put your arms around me," I commanded her. "Hold me tight. Show me you love it; hold me tight." She did what I told her, and I laughed again. Bitch. She wouldn't snub me anymore, that was for damned sure. And I gave her a savage twist of my cock that made her whimper again.
Then Lily didn't have to hold her anymore because the bitch was in full heat. As painful as my cock was in her cunt, she nevertheless wanted more of it, and pretty soon I didn't even have to hold her mouth except to stop her from moaning about how good it felt. Pretty soon she was twisting and turning and behaving like any other cunt that ever took a good dick. She was shoving her pussy at me with increasing abandon. It was tough for me to take without creaming her void.
But I concentrated on the fuck. That is, I tried like hell not to think of the coming. It's a helluva thing in a fuck, but while you're excited as all hell from the ride, want to bring off the big come, get hotter by the second just thinking about that pussy you're in, all the time you've got to concentrate on something else in order to forget the fuck. If you don't, you blow your load right off.
So I concentrated on the rhythm of that fuck, actually trying to see it objectively, maybe, just thinking about the movement of my dick. I didn't think about my dick itself, you understand. No. That would have sent me off like a firecracker. Thinking of my own dick is just as exciting as considering pussy or seeing those tits or realizing I'm fucking a broad I really want to stud. So you've got to go it the round-about way, be mathematical about the whole thing, concentrate on a bunch of abstract factors and forget the damned good sensual pleasure of it all.
It's crazy, trying to keep from coming. And yet that's just about the most beautiful part of it, the business of sending yourself up those scales, climbing that ladder to the stars, and then backing away, not falling off the top rung, avoiding the precipice, standing in awe of the final moment that can drive you off your poor damned rocker.
But before long, no matter what else you try, sooner or later, you're back to realizing the broad is pounding you with her snatch, and you can't escape it. So there she was doing exactly that, for all she was worth, shoving her pussy at my cock in a series of wild grinds for all she was worth.
"Now, go baby, go," I said as I started the final drive into her hot hole. "Go with all your might." And I dicked her savagely, splaying her cunt with the rock that was my gem, giving her my massive hard all the way to its hilt. She moaned loudly from the damned good feeling of it all and cried at the same time from its pain. And I just kept dicking her.
But inside myself I was having my own crazy feeling. My spine was a cool track of the hot fire and cold ice moltenly mixed together and ready to break open my skull. And I had the kind of unbelievable gut ache that always comes just before the explosion, when the juices are piling up in creamy boxcars somewhere in the balls, getting ready for shipment up the shaft and out into the world, some world, any world. I was ready to pop, all the way.
And I did. In a sudden lashing violent jerk, I spilled everything in me straight up my rod and to her searing cunt. Something snapped somewhere in my balls, and the shipments started going to market, one after the creamy other, thick and juicy, designed to please. My jism just kept rolling, spilling out of me without a stop. I plunged and plunged and plunged and sent it all out of me, every bit of it. What a fantastic fuck.
Then I was done. I came to the end of the ride. My rod was spent. Everything was out of me that was meant to come out of me, and I didn't give a shit for anything else in the world. I just wanted to sleep; I couldn't care less.
Yet I had plenty still planned for that broad. Crazy? But I did. Somehow I still wanted to hurt her for the fact that she had snubbed me all the time. I don't know why, but I did. And when Lily whispered that I should keep my promise and fuck her, Lily, for the way she had helped me lay Wanda, I told that skinny bitch, "I'm not fucking you yet. I've got things for you to do first." And already I was thinking ahead, planning what would come next.
It did, too. After screwing Wanda twice more that night, giving her plenty of jism every time, bringing her up the scales and then making her beg for more, I got the hell out of there in the minute I heard her parents get back from their party. And I told that bitch Lily to see me the next day if she wanted her own fuck.
Lily came to see me like the little beggar cunt she was, and she wanted to know what I had in mind for her to do. I told her, "I'm not done with that cunt, Wanda, yet. I've got plans for her."
"You want to screw her again? Is that it? She's hot for you now. You really convinced her that fucking's good. That's all she could talk about the rest of the night. Even when her cunt ached from your fucking, she just wanted to talk about how good it was. She's really hooked on your cock, Ace."
I laughed. "Okay, here's what I want you to do," I said. "See some of the other guys. Tell them you know where they can get some free ass. But don't tell them whose ass. Just tell them to be down at the football field behind the high school, on the far side where the tackling dummies are. Then tell Wanda tonight that I want to see her there. Schedule all events for nine o'clock. It should be a lot of fun."
Wanda showed up, wanting more of my cock. Meanwhile Lily had lined up five of the guys. It worked out perfectly. I said to Wanda when she asked me, real scared, what it was all about, "Like, they've heard the good news. And they want to see if it's for real."
"What good news?" she said dumbly, just about shitting her britches. She was starting to realize what I had in store for her.
"That you put out," I said. "Good news travels fast. They want some of your ass, Wanda baby. Are you willing to spread for them?"
She shook her head and her eyes went big and she was like a little kid ready to bawl. She looked past me to where they were lined up talking to Lily and giving Wanda the eye, and she said, like a beggar, "I just wanted to screw you, Ace. Nobody else. Just you."
"If you want me, you've got to take them," I said. "We come in a package." When she begged me not to let them screw her, I slapped her face. "You're a sick bitch," I said, "and you know it. Ever since you moved into the neighborhood, you've been too uppity to drop your drawers for anybody. But last night in your own bed, I proved that you have a hot cunt like every other bitch. Already tonight you're begging for more of my cock. All right baby, I'm going to prove that you can get so hooked on cock that you'll live and die for it."
"But only yours, Ace," she whimpered. "Only yours."
"No. Any guy's. A cunt's a cunt. They don't give a shit which guy's cock is in them. They just want cock, pure and simple."
She begged some more, and I slapped her face. When she started bawling, I told her to take off her dress. When she begged me not to make her, I ripped it off her. I grabbed it at her collar and ripped it down the front. Then I went after her bra and pants and pulled them off the same way. She screamed but nobody could hear her except those who didn't want to pay attention. When she was bare-ass and bawling, I thumped her tits a couple of times with my fists. "Now, get on your back," I said, "and spread those juicy thighs, and let the guys stud you."
She did what I told her. She bawled like crazy, but she went onto her back and spread her legs. Then I turned to the line-up. "Okay, gang," I said, "go to it. She's yours for all the fucking you want to give her."
Lily came to me. "Don't you want to screw her?" she whispered. "Ain't you going to lay her?"
"I had her already," I answered. "I like to take care of my friends." Dig that. I'm a loner, always have been, was then; and yet I lined her up for those other guys. Why? I don't know. But I got a kick out of watching them top her.
One after another they went on her. She bawled the whole time, but she never stopped spreading her legs. I watched them put their big dicks into her, and saw them getting hot on top of her, and everyone went down the line full-steam-ahead until they had shot their wads up her hole. It was a beautiful sight to see. And I went over beside her while they were fucking her, and I looked down and practically spat in her face, and I said, "Like who's the Miss Big Shit now? For a gal that never fucked before twenty-four hours ago, you've got a lot of jism up your hole already. By the way, baby, hold your lovers while they dick you. They'll really appreciate it. Every gut wants to think he's the only one." And I went away laughing.
It was a lot of fun.