When I was eighteen, I took off on a cross-country bum. Oh, I kept my car, don't worry. But I just went on the bum, not giving a shit where I stopped, not giving a damn what I did. I slept in the back seat of the car or the front seat, it didn't matter, and parked on the road anywhere I felt like, or maybe on a side street in a town I was passing through. I wanted the experience, and I didn't give a shit about anything.
And I picked up broads along the way, too. Cunts are everywhere if you look for them. I found a lot of twats in all-night truck stops. They'd be hanging around the coffee counters, waiting by the cashier register, trying to hop a ride with a truckee. I'd walk up to them and say, "You want to go to the next town?" And nine times out of ten, they'd take the offer.
One night I picked up a broad about twenty-two years old. She was a platinum job with a pair of big boobs in a tight striped sweater and mini-skirt to match. She wore gold heels and no hose, and she had a pair of legs that made you want to crow. "Sure," she said, when I offered her a lift. "Hell, I'll go with anybody."
That pissed me, because she was putting me down, see? So the minute I got her in the car and we started on the road I said, "Like, do you think you're hot shit, baby?"
She looked at me with a crazy little smile. "Like, who's the Mr. Big?" she said.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to me. "I'll show you who the Mr. Big is." I snapped. "Get down on it, and find out." And coming up big out of my trousers just the way I had planned it, because I had opened my zipper on the way to the car, was mighty John Henry.
She yelled at first when I grabbed her and twisted her wrist, but all of a sudden she made a little gasp of joy, when she saw what was waiting for her, and then like the beaver she was she was down on it in a hurry. She gobbled it fast.
"Give me a good ride, baby," I told her. "Treat it right. It may like you. Who knows?" And I settled back to drive through the night, her tongue and lips at my ramrod-straight dick.
She sucked me well. She was an expert cock-sucker, definitely no beginner, and she did little crazy whirls with her tongue on my cock's cap, dancing up and down the shaft with a nimble tread. She had my balls out, too and she played pleasurably with them, going around their taut surfaces with her hot lips, nibbling a hair here, a bit of flesh there. And finally, somehow, she managed to get a finger up my asshole, and it gave me a tremendous thrill. Then she went back to sucking my dick again and blew me to a tremendous come.
I shot my juices into her mouth while we were going along the highway at sixty per. And I damned near lost control of the wheel, her suck job being so expert. It was all I could do to hold my foot on the accelerator evenly, too. And actually I pumped it wildly in the minute I popped. It was just too much.
Then she licked my dick well, lapping dry every crevice of my cream-dipped cock, making it perfect in every way, and completing her job by drying it thoroughly on a hanky she pulled from her purse.
"Baby," I said, when she was done, "you're just too much. Where'd you learn to handle a dick like that?"
"Baby," she came right back, "I've got news for you. I'm pro." And she gave me a big smile to go with her words.
"Pro?"
"Like, the kind that takes money for it."
"A whore?"
"I hate to call it that. But if you insist."
It turned my stomach. I wasn't a guy who dug whores, that was for sure. I must have revealed my feelings because she said then, "Loverkins, I don't go around advertising it. I just tell my friends." And she stroked my cheek.
"Do I owe you anything?"
"Would you pay if you did?"
"No."
"That's your answer then. I don't charge if the sucker doesn't want to pay. I hate having arguments over money."
"You make it sound like a big joke."
"It's no joke. I take money if it's offered. I can stay away from it, though. The money, that is; not the cock. The cock I can't stay away from. Anyway, let's talk about you. Where're you going?"
"I don't know. Where are you going?"
"Is that an invitation?"
"For awhile, maybe."
"Good. Let's make it a twosome." And she went down on my cock again.
It was a pleasant relationship while it lasted, and I profited from it accordingly. She knew people in different towns, I found out, and in one of them she even had an interesting arrangement; it was something that played right into my hands; or maybe I played right into its hands.
Anyway, it went this way: There was a guy named Higgie, and he spoke two languages, English and Spanish, and he knew some people on the border. That's one part of it. The other part was that I should enroll in high school, say I wanted to complete my senior year, and then scout the campus for likely prospects. Are you putting two and two together?
Sally was a nice little cunt. She was screwed-up. She was seventeen and wanted adventure and when the new boy in the school started giving her the eye, she flipped. I was the new boy.
We started seeing each other. She was having home troubles. "A perfect set-up," Angie, my platinum told me. "She lives with an aunt, right? A beautiful set-up. The aunt will never miss her. Oh, she'll get upset for awhile. But I know that kind. The kid will never be missed. Higgie will pay a small fortune for that one, or I miss my bet."
"She's a nice kid," I said. "I hate to do it to her."
Angie laughed. "You'll get used to it if you're not already used to it. Now bring that cunt down to the motel where we're staying, and let's give her the treatment."
Sally was a sweet girl, that's the truth. She really was an innocent kid. Oh, she'd been laid before. She admitted that very early in our so-called courtship. But she was a sweet kid. And she was a pretty thing, too. Oh, not beautiful, but sort of crescent-shaped if you know what I mean; one of those girls who is all soft curves, not outstanding but something nice just the same. And I'll never forget the way she did her brown hair in an elaborate high do that night, especially for the occasion.
Of course she didn't know about the occasion when she went with me to the motel. In fact, she thought I was just dropping by to pick up some money I'd forgotten to bring along for our date. And although she hesitated to go in with me to the motel room, I'm sure she thought it would only take a minute.
But it took a bit longer. Angie was there, propped perfectly on the bed in a black bikini that accented her ivory flesh, and she came at us with a happy bounce, posing as my sister, and exclaiming how very much she had looked forward to meeting Sally. When Sally expressed surprise that I never had mentioned a sister, Angie bubbled over with, "Oh, and I'll bet he's never told you he's leaving for Mexico, either, has he?"
Sally looked at me. I sheepishly nodded according to plan. She was upset. Angie comforted her according to plan. "There, there, sweetheart," Angie told her, pulling Sally in for a good hug, "Men are that way, aren't they? They're so awful." And she gave Sally an almost unnoticed and highly expert roll of box to box. It was a beautiful performance.
Then I stepped in according to plan. "I'll take Sally anywhere," I proclaimed sturdily. "Sally is the one girl I've ever cared for."
"Oh, little brother," Angie then responded theatrically, "what do you know about true love?" She mocked me purposefully with words and smile. Then to Sally, she confided, as woman to woman, "Men don't know what love involves at all, do they, dear?" And when Sally didn't know what to say, Angie continued with, "Sex, for instance. They don't know a thing about sex, do they? And yet they think they know so much."
Sally didn't know the trend of our little drama, so I moved the play a bit further, saying, "I'll bet Sally knows a lot more than you do, sister. I'll bet she knows a lot more."
Then Angie answered, "I didn't say she didn't." And to Sally she queried, "I wasn't even saying that, was I?" But then before Sally could answer, Angie came in solidly with, "Like, who knows fucking better than a woman, right, Sally?" And she bussed Sally's ear lightly.
"Don't talk that way to Sally," I said, pretending to be upset. "Sally doesn't like that kind of language."
Angie laughed according to plan. "Oh, that's silly. I'll bet Sally knows a lot more than you give her credit for, don't you, Sal? Don't you know what fucking is, and cunt-lapping and cock-sucking and taking it up your bunghole? What mature young woman doesn't know those things?" And she clutched Sally even as I clutched the girl.
Then I said, surprisedly, to Sally, "Is it true? Do you really know all those things, Sally?"
When Sally hesitated, Angie encouraged her, saying, "Tell him the truth. Don't deny it. Tell him what every girl knows. Certainly, Sally knows all about those things. You've been screwed, haven't you, Sally? You know what it is to lay a boy, don't you?"
To that I said, "Oh, sure, she does. Sally told me she'd laid boys. But what you said…" And I let my sentence fall.
Then Angie told Sally, "Tell him everything. Say it right in his face. Go ahead. Tell him right now." And she looked directly to the girl.
Sally hesitated again, blushed, looked back and forth from me to Angie, and finally said, "Yes." It was uttered very timidly, and yet, with Angie's quick affectionate clasp and further encouragement, the girl added, "I do know everything. It's true, Ace. I know all about lapping cunts and sucking cocks and all that." She seemed to be forcing herself to say those words, looking to Angie for moral support, and gradually becoming more confident when my supposed sister praised her for her frankness. Finally the girl said, feeling more sure of herself than ever, "And I like them, too. Honest, I do. I really like them." Again she looked to Angie for support.
And Angie said, "Sure, you do. Every girl who knows anything about life likes cocks and cunts. I mean, it's a way to go. There's something beautiful about a good fuck or suck. And an ass reaming really can be beautiful if it's done right. There are all kinds of things that are really terrific, aren't there, Sal?"
Sally nodded. Then it was my turn to pick up a cue, and I said, "Well, Sal, I sure appreciate your frankness, because I was worried about how really to say this to you," and I hesitated again, stringing her along, finally saying, "Because, like, well see, there's this… Well, to be perfectly frank," I blurted, "I'd sure like to stick it to you."
Sally flushed, but Angie laughed merrily; oh so merrily. "See, Sal?" she said. "Didn't I tell you? He's more excited than you are. He wants to cream your bun, and he's like a little kid. But you're mature and sophisticated, Sal. That's why you've got him where you want him."
Sally swallowed it all, perfectly. She actually behaved then as if Angie and she really had discussed that matter. And she suddenly acted so full of confidence with me. She was playing right into our hands; beautifully.
It was the easiest thing in the world then to get Sally out of her clothes. I didn't have to work on her. With Angie's encouragement about how very "mature and sophisticated" Sally was, the mark stripped, and even actually spread herself on the bed, looking up at me half-scared and half-arrogant, waiting to be fucked.
And that's when Angie said happily, "Oh, I want movies of this. I just couldn't stand to watch this without having motion pictures of it." And she quickly went to a closet and brought out a movie camera. When Sally looked dumbly and newly frightened, Angie fobbed her perfectly with, "Oh, I'll bet you've been done on films plenty of times, haven't you?" And of course, "mature and sophisticated" Sally nodded in agreement.
Then Angie was telling Sally, "Suck his cock. That's the first thing to do. Suck his cock. Guys like to have their dicks licked. It gets them real excited. They like a good suck better than almost anything else. Suck his yang, Sal. Go ahead. And let me catch it on film." Angie went onto her knees beside the bed and zeroed the camera in for the action as I dropped to the bed and Sally came onto her own knees to lick my pork.
She was really a lovely girl, and I looked at those big tits, and saw those tremendous corneas on them, and saw the way her nipples had started to jut out, and I wanted nothing better than to cream her world. As she came to me, going down on my meat, I played with her titties. I worked her nips back and forth between fingers and thumbs and made her shiver all over. She let out a little coo and was very excited and nervous. I knew she had never been in on a scene like that before, and the thought of it turned me on. I got a massive hard-on that just went straight for her mouth when she lowered her lips to me. And I sent my pork between her lips the moment cock and mouth touched.
"Suck it beautifully," Angie urged Sal. "Suck it like it's never been sucked before. Oh, this is going to make the most wonderful footage I think I've ever caught on film. Oh, you have beautiful tits, Sally. Did you know that? They're so round and big and lovely. They're really grand. I'd just love to suck your titties. Would you mind, Sally?" And before Sally could answer, barely looking up from the dick-licking she was starting to give me, Angie put down her camera and went on Sally's boobs, exactly according to plan.
It meant pulling Sally off my cock and flopping her back on the bed. Angie was on her knees beside the bed, and I then moved Sally's legs apart and started playing with her vag. Sally responded excitedly, despite her fright, and she surrendered perfectly to Angie's tit-sucking and my vag-playing. Soon the mark was squirming to beat all hell.
And that was when Angie said, "Oh, now you've got to do it to me, sweetheart. Sally baby, you've got me so excited from sucking your beautiful titties, that I've just got to have you on mine. I'm creaming my bun, just from the good thought of you biting my nipples like a baby. Come to mama, lover, and bite mama's nippies." And Angie pressed her belly against the side of the bed and shoved out her knockers so that Sally, without coming off the bed at all, could simply turn and move in on Angie's orbs and start licking them.
Sally, of course, was hesitant. But Angie drew her closer, and I had my fingers in the mark's vag and manipulated her to that point when everything seemed possible and right and good. So the kid went to Angie's titties and probably for the first time in her life, she sucked another girl's boobs.
Angie, of course, made it seem like it was the greatest thing in the world. "Ooooh, you're terrific," she squealed, and clutched Sally closer. "You're the greatest tit-sucker I've ever known. How long have you been sucking titties, Sally? I'll bet you've been doing it all your life, haven't you? You're such an expert. You know exactly how to curl your tongue around my nippies. I really love you, precious. I love you terribly much."
It was then time for Angie to pull Sally directly to her, and grab her mouth with her own. Sally flinched and tried to break away, but Angie held her tightly, and the two girls locked lips, as Angie sent her tongue into Sally's mouth. And all the while I worked Sally's clit, moving fingers over it, bringing it to a solid swelling. And the broad was sick with excitement.
That was when Higgie showed, also according to plan. There was a knock on the door, Angie looked at me excitedly, asked who I thought it might be, and then told me to answer it. "But don't let anybody in. Just look around the corner of the door and ask who it is. Just look around the corner of the door, remember. Only that."
Naturally I let Higgie in. Sally tried to hide, but Angie suddenly became at ease and urged Sally to be the same. "Oh, it's only our good friend, Higgie," Angie said happily. "Hi, Higgie. Come on in. We want you to meet somebody." And Angie remained casually on her knees beside the bed.
Higgie was a fat little guy with a mop of hair that dangled in his face like a gorilla's. He had ham hands and a constant leer, and he had beady little eyes only for Sally. "Say, this is rich," he said, right away, eyeing her as if he never had heard about her before. "Hey, kid, you're really beautiful. Did you know that? I mean, you could command a million dollars anywhere." And he moved towards Sally.
Sally cringed and tried to cover herself with a sheet. Angie pulled the sheet away, but at the same time she threw out a hand and blocked Higgie's path. "Oh, come on now, Higgie," she said. "This is something special. Sally's a mature and sophisticated girl, believe me. She knows the score. Don't you, Sal? You know what Higgie's after, don't you? And you make guys like him pay for it, don't you, sweetheart? I know I do. Anytime Higgie wants something from me, I say, 'Higgie baby, hand it over if you want anything I have to give away.'" And she reached an open palm to Higgie to go with her words.
Higgie then said, ever according to plan, "Well, believe me, I'll pay any day of the week to have something as beautiful as Sally. Is that your name, honey? That's a beautiful name. Sally." He said it softly and gazed to the mark lovingly.
"Aw, get out of here," I then told Higgie seemingly angrily. "You can't come crowding in on me. I've got Sally, not you." And I kept my fingers on her pussy.
But Angie told Sally, "Don't listen to Ace. He's just jealous because he doesn't have Higgie's kind of money. Me, I'm mature and sophisticated, and I know that money talks. Believe me, it does. You'll always be able to land guys like Ace, but where will you meet a guy like Higgie? Higgie, show Sal how much you carry around with you."
That was the signal for him to display his wallet. It was stuffed, of course. Sally's eyes went big, even if she might not have wanted them to go big. And I knew she was hooked. She was the perfect mark in every way. What cunt really isn't?
Then Angie reached for the wallet, taking it from Higgie. "Are you willing to pay what Sally's worth?" she asked Higgie, starting to take bills from the wallet.
"Hey, give that here," Higgie snapped, grabbing the wallet away from Angie. "If she likes screwing, she won't worry about money. If…"
"You're right," Angie said, suddenly agreeing. "That's the way I feel, too. But just the same, I always like a five just to prove that you care enough for me to part with some money. So give her a five if you really care." And to Sally Angie immediately said, "Don't let him touch you until he parts with a fiver. He owes you that, at least."
"All right," Higgie said, seemingly disgusted. "If that's the way it goes; here." And he pulled out a five and flipped it to the bed where it fell directly before Sally's curled legs.
"Take it," Angie told Sally. "Don't let him get it back. Grab it." And Angie did the grabbing, forcing the bill to the dummy. Sally naturally accepted the first bit of coin she ever had earned for a piece of her tail.
But she still was behind the game as Angie told Higgie next, "All right. She'll screw you. You've proven you care enough to part with some of your lousy coin. So she'll screw you. She likes to screw, and she'll give you the time of your life. Won't you, Sal?" she said, turning to the dummy.
Sally didn't know what to say. Fear registered on her dumb face. Higgie undressed. She watched him take off his clothes, and she was in a kind of trance. Then I said, "Well, I'm not going to let Higgie screw you, Sally. I want to screw you." And I gripped her wrist.
"Screw them both," Angie told Sally. "Show them you can take them both together. Screw Higgie and screw Ace at the same time." And to us men, she then said, "Sal will take you both on. She's not afraid. She's had guys before. She knows how to handle a man." To Sally, then, she added, "Who doesn't know how to handle a guy, huh, Sal? I mean, like all they're interested in is coming. Bring them to a come, and they don't think of any thing else."
Sally, the dummy, was paralyzed. Everything was happening to her, and she wasn't making anything happen in her own life. I realized the dumbness of most cunts when I watched her in that room. I knew that cunts aren't worth respecting, that nothing about them is worth a damn. A broad has a pair of tits and a snatch, but nothing else. The smart guys learns this early. He's not sucked in by the fact that his groin responds to those tits and that pussy. After awhile, he knows that, when you turn them upside down, they're all the same. And he acts accordingly. If he's smart, he never lets a broad take him for a ride. He always takes her.
So it was easy for me to tell her, "Sally, go onto your knees. Suck Higgie off and I'll hit your twat from behind. I'll stud you doggy-style, and you can blow Higgie's dick while I'm screwing you from behind. Go ahead, sweetheart. Get onto your knees."
"That's a swell idea," Angie said enthusiastically, turning Sally around, and setting her up for the fucking. "That's a perfect way to take both of them, Sal. Hurry. Show them how you can do it."
It was then that Sally burst into tears. Suddenly she whimpered, and then bawled. And she said, "But I've never…" And she stopped, short, not finishing her words, looking embarrassedly to Angie, probably realizing that her fear had made her reveal exactly how unsophisticated and immature she really was. But she couldn't stop bawling. And that's when Alternate Plan Number Two came into play.
Higgie immediately jumped forward, now balls-naked, and he said, very harshly to the broad, "Do you mean you're taking my dough, but not giving me a fair return? Why, you lousy bitch!" and he slammed her face solidly with a fist. She toppled over like a rag-doll, and Higgie fell atop her, pounding her as she suddenly screamed.
Angie and I naturally jumped on him, pulling him away, and Angie shouted, "Why, you dirty bastard. You filthy lousy bastard. Higgie, you're worthless. That poor girl wants to screw you, and yet you…"
I interrupted on cue, saying, "She'll screw only me. I won't let her screw you. I won't let…"
Then, on cue, Higgie interrupted, shouting, "I'll screw her. You'll have to get her damned far from here before you screw her without me screwing her. I'll screw her, don't worry."
"I will get her damned far from here," I shouted in return. "I'll get her all the way to Mexico. That's where I'll get her. I'll take her to Mexico."
"I'll follow you," Higgie shouted. "I'll follow you across the face of the earth. I want that cunt's twat. You understand? I want that broad's snatch."
Then Higgie and I engaged in a mock fist fight in which I floored him fast, kicked his face, and sent him in a roll on the floor. "Take that, you sonofabitch," I shouted. "Screw her if you think you can. But you'll get more of the same if she doesn't want you to screw her."
It was then Angie stepped in. "I've had enough violence around here," she yelled at both Higgie and myself. "And I'll be damned if I'll have anymore of it. Look," she then yelled directly at me, "if Sally wants to screw Higgie, that's her business. You've got no right interfering with her, do you understand?"
"She doesn't want to screw him," I shouted. And to Sally I then demanded, "Do you, Sal? Do you want to screw that bastard?"
Angie answered fast while the dummy still whimpered, and Angie snapped at me, "She'll screw Higgie. She's not like you. She's mature and sophisticated. Sally's broad-minded." To the mark then she said, going onto the bed beside her, cuddling the dummy, "Aren't you, baby? Aren't you broad-minded. You're like I am. Me, I can screw a guy regardless of how he treats me. You know why, too, don't you, hon? Because we're superior to any men. We know we are, and we know they need our cunts. At the same time, we like our loving, so it doesn't matter. We can take their cocks just for the good it does us. But we don't give a shit for any of them. We can screw them anytime."
Sally stupidly nodded agreement. She played into our hands all the way. And when Angie suggested we get on with the show, told Sally to go back onto her knees again and prepare to suck Higgie's dick while I stuffed my pork up her bun from behind, the idiot did exactly that. She went onto her knees and even opened her mouth in the shape of an O and closed her eyes and waited.
It was too funny for words. Angie shook her head when the kid was that way, and we all grinned at each other. Higgie was gleeful and raised a forefinger and thumb in a circle to indicate perfection. Then he went onto the bed and sent his pork at her mouth. I climbed behind the loon, and studded her cunt from the rear passage. She moaned and started to bawl again, but Angie comforted her by playing with Sally's nips. It was quite a scene.