Well, that was the first time. And it did something to me. Don't ask me what, but it did something to me. For instance, the guys really looked up to me after that. I thought it was crazy, but they did. They never forgot that I lined them up with that bitch Wanda. As far as I was concerned, it didn't matter; but they thought I was terrific for doing it.
See, with me it was something else. I wasn't interested in being a big guy with them. I wanted to hurt that bitch. That's all I cared about. I just wanted to hurt her. Nothing else mattered. But hurting her that way did something to me. It turned me on somehow, and pretty soon I was wanting more of the same. It wasn't long before I was looking around for some duplicate action.
And it was within the next year that I saw another perfect mark. It happened one night when I was cruising around and I dropped by a drive-in hamburger place. A cute little carhop waited on me. She had black hair in a simple flip and big brown eyes and a real happy smile and a turned-up nose. And talk about a figure! She wore a tight white blouse and tighter-than-tight black capris, and the only word you could think of to describe it was 'fuck'. Just that: she was the picture of a solid beautiful fuck. I made up my mind to make it, but definitely.
But for all her pretty smiles and her flirtatious eyes, she played hard-to-get. I didn't even get her into my car until I had spent a solid week of long hours at that place buying hamburgers and malts and tipping her like crazy. And when she finally consented to go on a date with me on her night off, I wanted more than ever to put her in her place. I really wanted to sting that broad, believe me.
So that night we went to a drive-in movie, and I really went to work on her. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobes and sent all kinds of little shivers up and down her spine, and it wasn't long before I had my hand inside her button-down-the-front sweater and was feeling her boobs through her bra.
"Oh lover," she sighed, "don't do that." And she fell back against the seat, rested her head like a swan on a rock, and closed her eyes and let me keep on doing what I wasn't supposed to do. Pretty soon she spread her legs and slid down in the seat so that her skirt went up and her stocking tops were in sight and then her bare flesh above them appeared and finally her panties could be seen. Just the sight of that turned me on more than ever even while I was reaching behind her to unsnap her bra.
Then she reached to my cock and played with it through my trousers. "Take it out," I told her, "and show me how much you care."
She didn't make a move except with her hand, and deftly she zipped down my fly and pulled out my rod and began giving it a working-up and down. I wanted to go through the ceiling, it was so damned good.
Then she came off the back of the seat and let me pull away her sweater. She hunched a shoulder and let me draw off her bra, hunched the other and let me take it off all the way. When that was done, she leaned back again and let me see those adorable knockers. I slobbered just to kiss them. Beautiful jugs. Tremendous orbs. They were like something a great sculptor might carve; absolutely perfect. No sag; nothing but firm, solid flesh. And her coronas were wide things, really wide, so big they practically took up her whole tits. And her nipples came at you like they were going to pierce your heart. All you ever wanted to do was suck on those nipples for the rest of your life.
I can assure you, it was tough even to think of going through with my plan. When that baby played with my balls, all I wanted to do was think of paradise. And that's why I kept saying to her, "Show me how much you love me, baby. Show me how much you love me." Finally I started taking her head and tried to bring her down on me.
But she had her own thing going. "Take off my pants," she whispered hotly to my ear, holding my cheeks with both her hot little paws, and she moaned from the good feeling of it all. "Take off my pants, please." She lifted her haunches off the seat so that I could lower her drawers.
I wrapped her skirt around her waist and slid her pants down very slowly, rolling the soft nylon as I admired that beautiful flesh appearing. Then her pussy was in sight, and I yanked them away with a rush, and gazed at that black furry loveliness.
"Kiss it," she said. "Go down and kiss it." And now she moved my head the way I had moved hers.
But I didn't resist. Don't ask me why, but I didn't put up a fight. Maybe I was hypnotized by that furry cat. All I know is, I got down on that floor somehow, cramped myself between the dashboard and the seat, turned her so that she lay against her door, spread her legs and locked them around my neck and shoulders, and went to work with my lips and tongue on her hot snatch.
"Ooohh, lover," she squealed, "you're the greatest." And she sent her big pussy against my mouth with a private vengeance. She wriggled and turned and shoved her pussy hard on my mouth.
I licked her cunt solidly. I sucked her wet hairs and started her juices. She smelled like a fish and yet I liked that smell. I probed her twat lips and inserted my tongue between them, plying her snatch like a vessel plows the sea. I speared her vagina and licked down the juices of her cunt walls. She held my head like she would crush my skull, and she moaned and sighed and wriggled her rump.
My rock was throbbing. Involuntarily I began making small jabbing movements, unable to control myself, fucking the air. My gut ached and I knew I would come any minute. Up and down my spine a series of pulsating chills passed so exquisitely that I wanted to cry from the good feeling.
Then I couldn't stand it any longer. I didn't give a shit who saw us from any other car or what was happening on the screen. I had to screw her. And I climbed up from that floor, forced myself beyond the locked embrace of her legs around my neck and shoulders, and flopped into her, sending my dick like a stark wedge into her hot body. She moaned loudly at my penetration, and I sent my big dick all the way up her cunt and tried to stuff all of it inside her.
She threw her legs around my waist and kicked her heels onto the dashboard, clasped my shoulders with her hands, and bit my earlobes, one and the other, ferociously as she pounded my cock with her cunt. I built up a steady rhythm, dug my heels past the brake pedal against the firewall, and rammed her twat as hard as I could on the in-stroke. On the out-strokes I pulled away till only the tip of my cock's massive head was to her cunt lips. Then I plunged her deeply and sharply, swiftly and solidly, again. Soon I had her gasping. She began clawing my shirt, ripping it to shreds, mounting her fury wantonly, unable to control herself in the least.
Then I went to town on her tits. Doubled up the way she was, they were practically in front of my mouth anyway. So I began sucking hell out of them. I licked them and sucked them but good. I bit them a couple of times and made her want to scream. And the more I worked her tits, the wilder her cunt got. Pretty soon she was a series of wild circles, swinging about furiously in an effort to get all the sex she ever could get.
Finally neither of us could delay ourselves another second even if we had wanted to, and we were wound up like alarm clocks ready to snap our coils. And snap our coils we did! In a sudden flushing rush, everything in us seemed to spill out. Suddenly we just simply lurched at each other, and the world itself might have flowed away in our come. It just kept going, going, going. "Oooh," she cried. "Oooh." And our bodies were locked in the wildest heat I think I'd ever known.
We pounded each other repeatedly still, but with ever less intensity, our guts finally spilling themselves away to each other. And then there came that moment when we didn't have to shove as much or as hard, and when we could breathe again; and we took deep breaths and gradually regained our senses. And all the while we finished our final jabs, those last small thrusts to release whatever nerves hadn't been released yet.
"Wow," she exclaimed when we were done. "What a fuck." She shook her head in amazement and sighed deeply. "I never thought anything ever could be so good. Wow."
"Would you like some more of the same some other time?" I said, my dick still in her cunt.
"Would I? You bet! I'll never be able to get enough of that wonderful stuff."
"Sure," I said. "I know what you mean. Okay, I'll see what I can do for you." And already I was thinking ahead.
We fucked again that night. She had an amazing snatch. She was able to work her cunt muscles with my dick inside her, and in no time at all, she had me up for another go-around. I gave her plenty of juice a second time, and then she licked my cock clean to show her gratitude for two solid fucks. "I could fuck you some more," I said, "but I want to save you for a good thing tomorrow night. Can you get off work?"
"Ace, I'll get off work every night for cock like yours," she answered. "I don't know why I waited so long to try it out. Really, I don't."
"Sure," I said. "So tomorrow night we'll have a surprise for you." And I knew exactly what the surprise would be.
The next night I gathered some of the guys together. "This one's even better than the last," I told them. "You'll love her. Meet us down at the log by the bridge in the park. She'll be ready for you, don't worry."
Dotty, that was the cunt's name, was surprised that we should be going there. "Sweetheart, I could have taken you home tonight," she said. "My parents aren't home, and we can still go there if you want. I mean, a bed is a lot better than a park."
"I've got a surprise for you." I led her from the car and down a flight of steps between some trees and into the park. In the grass beyond the trees you could hear the slurping noise of a good fuck. The park was busy.
At the foot of the stairs we turned onto a path past some shrubs and other lovers and crossed a field to the bridge. On the far side of the bridge was the log, and the guys were waiting. I made sure that there were seven of them this time; lucky seven.
"Hey, what goes?" Dotty said, looking at the guys lined up and grinning at her in front of that log. She stopped short and I could see she was afraid. It made me feel good.
"They like your pretty gold capri and bolero outfit," I said. "They've come to see how it looks when you take it off. Take it off, Dotty babe. Show them what it looks like when it's not on you."
She turned to me and stared. "I don't understand," she blurted, and I could see tears in her eyes. "What do you mean?" She stuttered to get that question out.
"They want to fuck you," I said coldly. "And I want to see you get fucked."
She didn't know what to say. She was dumbfounded. Her mouth fell open and she could only continue staring at me. I laughed, then slapped her face. "Snap out of it," I said, "and take off your duds. The guys can't wait forever."
"No," she screamed. "No, I won't!" And suddenly she whirled and started back to the bridge.
I grabbed her. Her bolero ripped. A bare shoulder was exposed. "You bitch," I shouted. "You fucked me like crazy last night. Now tonight you're going to fuck them, do you understand? Tonight you're going to fuck all seven of them."
She bawled and shoved her hands to her eyes, and trembled. She shook all over. It was a beautiful sight. "You bitch," I said. "You want to fuck so badly; now fuck. Fuck seven guys one after the other and take their jism up your cunt. Take their cream in your bun and enjoy it. They're waiting for you, you bitch. Hurry up." And I grabbed her bare shoulder and shook her.
Then one of the guys said, "Why don't we just undress her ourselves, Ace?" And another said, "Yeah, we could get it over with real fast and maybe she'd even like it." And they all laughed.
"Hear that?" I said to her. "They want to undress you. Do you like that idea? How about letting them undress you?" When she didn't answer, but only bawled, her hands still to her eyes, I grabbed that bare shoulder and shook her again. "Answer me, you bitch," I shouted. "Answer me right now."
When she didn't, I slapped her. I let loose her shoulder and whacked her with both hands, right and left, smacking her hard across her face. Her head flopped one way and then the other, just the way I cracked her. "You bitch," I shouted. "You fucking lousy bitch." And I smacked her again, left and right.
Then the guys stepped forward. "We'll take her, Ace," another of them said. "Don't worry, we'll handle it."
I turned to them. Suddenly I had an idea. "Take out your cocks," I told them. "Let her see your cocks. I think that'll do the trick. Take out your cocks and seduce her with the sight of them." And I laughed at my own words.
They laughed too, and they zipped down their flies and pulled out their rods. Seven solid rods stared her in the face. "Look at them, you bitch," I shouted, and pulled her hands away from her eyes. And when she looked at them for a brief instant before she closed her eyes tightly, I laughed wildly again. "Pull out your balls," I told the guys. "Let her see your balls, too."
They pulled out their nuts, and a couple of them went to her and rubbed their cocks against her capris. She backed away, not opening her eyes. I forced her to stand still and told all the guys to rub their dicks against her, one at a time. They did, and when she screamed and tried to back away again, one of the guys and I held her tightly and kept her in place while the rest rubbed their dicks against her.
Then we went to work on her clothing. She screamed, and I slapped her mouth. When she screamed again, I cracked her head solidly. And we went to work on her bolero top and blouse and capris. She wore no bra or pants, and I laughed when I saw that. "You came prepared, huh honey?" I said. "You really came prepared." It amused me.
She begged them not to fuck her. When they had all her clothes off, she finally opened her eyes like she knew what she was faced with at last, and, bawling, she begged them not to fuck her. That's exactly what she said. "Please don't fuck me," she cried, holding her hands together, pleading to them. "Please don't fuck me. Please don't fuck me." She was like a little kid.
"Get down on your knees," I said, "and beg them the way you should."
She looked at me and then at them, and when one of them nodded, she actually did get down on her knees, naked bitch, and clasped her hands together and looked up to them tearfully and blubbered beggingly that they wouldn't fuck her.
That's when one of them came at her with his dick. He grabbed it in his hand and led it right at her face the way a knight might ready his lance for the joust. And it smacked her lips straight-on, and actually knocked her off balance. She fell back on the earth, and the guy went on top of her, straddling her so that his dick was still at her mouth, and he said, "Baby, if you blow me, I'll forget about fucking you. How's that sound?" And he shoved his dick at her lips.
She screamed and tried to roll away, but I stepped in and kicked her head. She screamed again, but didn't move. She just fell back on the earth, seemed to relax, and actually opened her mouth. He straddled her head and sent his dick between her lips. And she closed her lips around it. What a bitch.
She blew him. When he pulled his dick away, letting it stand idle at her lips and I commanded that she should suck him off, she did what I told her. It was as if she was just an automaton to be ordered around. She made no protest. She didn't open her eyes or move a muscle save those of her mouth. And she proceeded to nibble his candle as he held it at her lips.
I got a charge from watching her blow him. It was crazy, but I did. I liked seeing his dick go in and out of her mouth, and I liked the way she nibbled on it, too. Maybe that's why I got so damned hot that I had to move in and fuck her right then. The other guys didn't like it too much, but I didn't give a shit, and I told them to get the hell out of the way. Then I spread her legs.
It was the simplest thing in the world. She didn't fight me at all. I just parted her legs, and she let them be spread. Then I climbed between them and inserted my meat to her bun. The guy was still on her face, and I had to lie at an angle, my own head just past his ass. But I was in her cunt, and I went to town. As she nibbled his cock, I fucked her twat. As he speared her mouth, I plunged to her snatch. She was getting it from both ends, and the idea really turned me on. Just thinking about it made me want to cream her right away.
And I did in that very minute when I knew she was taking his come. I guess I saw his ass cheeks relax just before they contracted for that grand spasm, and it turned me on all the way. I rammed my cock hard into her twat and exploded all my juices solidly up her vag. It was a beautiful fuck, and it almost drove me out of my mind.
Then I climbed down and turned her over to another at the same time the guy on her mouth came away and one of his buddies took his place. So she started taking two guys at once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth. She was sucking them off and letting them fuck her at the same time. And all the while she was bawling – but doing her job.
One after the other, two at a time, she took them. It was beautiful to watch. After awhile, I went over to the bridge and sat against a post, crossed my ankles and stretched my legs, pulled a cigarette from my shirt pocket and lighted it and enjoyed the scene. There she was, on the soft earth by the old log, her clothes in a jumble near her, the guys lined up, waiting their turns. One would be straddling her face, his cock in her mouth. The other would be between her legs, his head to one side of the other guy's ass. And she lay there, her eyes closed, tears on her cheeks, sucking the guy's dong between small sobs of self-pity. At the same time, the guy in her cunt would be slapping away, bringing his meat to a grand finale. It was truly beautiful.
Seven guys took her that way, and I had the feeling when they were done that she would have taken fourteen or twenty-one or twenty-eight or thirty-five or any damned number of other guys just as easily. She was a cunt, and that was all there was to it.
So I made her walk home. After the guys had left, and she had put on her clothes and limply had gone with me past all the other fucking couples in that park, I made her walk home. I laughed in her face when we got to the car and I said, "Dotty darling, you're not putting your dirty twat in my car."
She looked at me dumbly. She hadn't been able to say a word since the beginning of her session in that park. She was still crying. And she looked dumbly at me with tear-stained eyes.
"That's right," I said, laughing in her face. "I don't want dirty twats on my car seats. So take a bus. Do you have any money?" When she shook her bead like a little kid answering a question, I laughed again and said, "Well, earn some. There's a lot of guys around here that maybe haven't gotten fucked yet for the night. Maybe they'll toss you some coins. Otherwise, walk home." And I went around the car and into my side of it and left her standing there, bawling on the sidewalk.
Bitch. She was nothing but a bitch, anyway.