Tuesday reached for a cigarette. "That Bobo was all right!" she said. "He did a lot for me. Took my cherry, and it wasn't long after that when he gave me my first insight into what assholes men really are."
"Yeah?" Freda said with interest. "How was that"
Bobo's cock made interesting diversion for several months. Tuesday overcame all her reluctance for the prick, and helped him arrange for all sorts of trysts so she could get her quota of cock.
They fucked everywhere, and in every conceivable fashion. Within two weeks of the first time, Tuesday had so thoroughly-schooled Bobo that they were eating at the sixty nine club like veterans. Bobo had balked briefly when Tuesday wanted him to eat out her asshole, but he had finally overcome his inhibitions and done an acceptable job.
As Bobo fucked, he also let his mouth run wild, and soon the word spread all over campus that Tuesday had one of the finest cunts.
Tuesday talked too, praising the virtues and talents of Bobo's cock. It was natural, therefore, that others would become interested in the pair, but on an individual basis. Tuesday repulsed all other guys who sniffed around her. After all, them wasn't another cock as large nor another guy so handsome in the whole school.
She saw him the next morning.
"Where the hell were you yesterday?" she snapped. "I missed seeing you after school."
"Busy," he answered. "Probably be busy today, too?'
"I know what you been doing," she snarled. "Out fucking those common whores."
Bob yawned. "So?"
Tuesday was near tears. "So you're in love with me. You aren't supposed to be fucking around!"
"Come off the horseshit and grow up," he sneered. And with that, he turned away, and left Tuesday to cry her own bitter tears.
Tuesday vowed revenge.
Highlight of the week in school was the Friday night football game. Tuesday went alone and unescorted.
If the other girls could come over and fuck Bobo, then by God, she would just turn the tables and fuck another guy. Her cunt was as good as any on the senior campus, she certainly had acquired enough brashness to accost a guy and lure him into the bushes. I'll show him, she thought. I'll make the son of a bitch sorry he shit on me!
The game was a piss-poor exhibition, or at least it seemed so to Tuesday. Part of the time she searched the crowd for a sight of Bobo and whatever girl might have claimed him for the night. The remainder of the time she looked around for a likely date.
Bobo was nowhere to be seen, and all the guys she tried to attract, just weren't interested.
So, when the game was over and everyone started for their after-parties or for parked loving, Tuesday was still alone. Purposely, she avoided seeing any of her girl friends. They had not been
overly warm to her since the word had been spreading about her fucking with Bobo.
Finally, Tuesday gave up and started on the eight-block trek back to her house. She had never felt so blue in her life.
The headlights of a clanking hot-rod car picked her up as she walked. She was aware of its slowing down, but she did not lift her gaze from the sidewalk. God knows, after everything else that had happened, she was being damn careful not to step on any cracks. Jesus, that might end the world!
"Hi there!" a voice called from the clattering and fuming car. "You need a ride?"
Tuesday looked up through her tear-brimming eyes and saw a stripped down old Chevy with no top, no hood, mag wheels, and some shiny goodies on top of the engine. The guy driving was gunning the engine and making all sorts of smoke and noise as she counted five guys in the machine, all of whom had their feet hanging out except the driver. He was calling to her and offering a ride.
"No, I don't think so," she said. "I just live a little way from here."
"Aw, came on." The teen leaped out of the car. "Hey! What's the matter with you?"
Tuesday sniffed. "Nothing.. not a thing," she said, trying to smile. "I guess I could use a ride. You got room for me in there?"
"Heck yeah," the driver said. "Hey, guys, make room! We have just picked up a bird!"
A sandy head appeared above the rim of the back seat. "Well, all right," he said. "All right. If we
can't shoot a squirrel, then let's have a bird." The others laughed.
There were no room, so she had to be boosted over the side. The sandy-haired one, lifted her under the thigh and took a quick look at her deliciously rounded ass. Tuesday had on bright red panties, and the teens lifting her got a sight of those britches and exchanged glances. The driver pursed his lips into a silent whistle.
Soon Tuesday was in the front seat between two handsome high school guys. They had long, sweeping hair, and each of them had his shirt open almost to his navel. Tuesday could see just a trace of hair on the driver. It was a little patch, black as midnight, growing right between his tits. Tuesday liked it.
"I'm Howard Clay," the driver said, "and these guys are Tony Cash, Andy Partner, Phil Upton and Bernie Jackson."
"Hi! I'm Tuesday Noir."
"Been to the ball game?"
"Yes."
"By yourself?" Andy asked from the backseat, poking his companions with his elbows.
Tony, who was with her and Howard in the front seat, let his arm slide off the back of the seat, and rest lightly about her shoulders. "Ain't you got a boy friend?"
"Sure.. I got a boy friend," Tuesday said defensively. "His name is Bobo Wilder."
"Well, don't worry, you got a lot of boy friends now. Right, fellas?"
They all shouted their agreement, and Tony pulled her a little bit tighter with his arm. She also noted that Howard had allowed his leg to rub against her thigh.
"Hey, how about driving out somewhere for a coke or something?" Howard said. "It's early yet, and nobody's going home."
"Yeah!"
"Great idea!"
"Let's go!"
"I guess so," Tuesday said hesitantly.
"What did you say your boy friend's name was?" Andy asked as they headed toward the outskirts of town.
"Bobo Wilder."
"Yea, that's what I thought."
Bernie spoke up suddenly: "Ain't he that guy that's been screwing around with your chick, Howard?"
"Shut up!" snapped Howard. "Don't pay any attention to him," he told Tuesday. "I'm just real glad, yeah, real glad I found you tonight. You know, you're a doll!"
Tuesday flushed in the darkness.
Howard eased Tony's arm from around her, and replaced it with his own. He pulled her to him, and made no pretense about what he was doing. As he drove with one hand, he let his other drop carelessly over her shoulder until his fingers were resting lightly on her lit. Tuesday didn't mind. Her
tits were not big enough to quarrel over, and besides, it was so nice to have five guys when she had been entirely alone for the whole evening.
Tony placed his left hand in the seat between them, and boldly worked his fingers along her bare leg. Tuesday gave him a quick look.
Howard began to massage her titty lightly, and Tony moved from the outside of her leg to the top, and then moved his fingers into the softness of her inner thigh.
Tuesday parted her legs just a trifle. Not enough to open her pussy to immediate invasion, but if he was going to have his hand in there, he had to have room enough to maneuver.
Phil, Andy and Bernie knew that pussy was being stalked, and they were excited. The three craned their necks to watch the progress in the front seat as the car moved off the main highway onto a country road.
Phil poked Andy in the ribs to get his attention. When Andy looked, Phil pulled his fly open and allowed a big, hard cock to get out in the air.
Andy smiled, and guided Phil's hand to feel in his own crotch. There was another erection. Bernie, too intent on watching Tuesday in the front to notice his companions in the back, suddenly caught the odor of hot cocks. He saw that Phil and Andy had their dicks out and were slowly jerking them as they kept their eyes glued to Tony's hand sliding up under Tuesday's dress.
Bernie was more imaginative. He eased his tool out of his trousers, and reached over and got Phil's free hand. He wrapped Phil's fingers about hi
cock, and then Phil was jerking two of them… his own and Bernie's.
Howard, who had a bursting hard-on, pulled the car off the road under the spreading antis of a great oak. It was dark.
"Is this okay?" he whispered to Tuesday.
For her answer, Tuesday turned toward Howard and kissed him long and searchingly. As she rotated toward Howard, her ass turned toward Tony.
Tony flipped her short skirt up, exposing the cheeks of her ass. He could not see the smooth texture of her body, but Tony knew that her body was strong and firm, and that the cheeks of her ass were very appealing.
Tuesday pushed up to Howard as closely as she could. He was absorbing her tongue, and feeding his back. Tony was working his fingers first inside the legs of her panties, and when that was too tight a fit, he simply pulled them down over her ass. Her ass was bare!
Tony ran his hands eagerly over the smoothness of her backside, his index finger slithering up between the cheeks of her ass. Her asshole shuddered. Tony knew that Tuesday was hot. He rolled his body up next to her, and reaching around to clasp her, he rammed his dick between the cheeks of Tuesday's ass.
Tuesday knew what was happening, and although she knew it was a sin to fuck, and certainly no nice girl would allow two utter strangers to maul her and probe her asshole with a hot cock, still… it was fun. And she felt so warm and wanted. It was just nice. Tony did not stick his
cock in her asshole. He just let it lie along the crack of her ass as he hunched up and down. Tuesday, slobbering as her tongue licked Howard's face, tightened and loosened her ass to make it better for Tony.
Howard was content with the soul kissing until he felt Tony's hand touch him. Tony had to take hold of Howard to pull up close to Tuesday. Howard opened his eyes, and saw what was going on, and decided immediately that he was getting the shit end of the stick. Goddamn! After all, he had picked the bird up.
But Tony gave him a pleading, searching look, so Howard decided he would go along for a little while. He backed his hips away from Tuesday's close embrace long enough to get his dick out of his pants, and then he put his cock into Tony's hand.
Tony smiled. He was glad to pull on Howard's cock so long as he could have priority in Tuesday's asshole.
But Bernie, Phil and Andy were not content. They were about to go out of their minds. They had worked out a circle jerk where each of them was pumping the prick of another, But the rough male hand was not much good compared to the smoothness of a female ass, and they could not stand what was going on in plain sight.
Phil, seated in the middle, worked his way forward to where he was able to force a hand between Howard and Tuesday.
When Phil got his hand in the close confines of their bodies, he managed to get inside her dress,
and was soon well down inside her dress.
There was a great deal of hunching and rolling about in the front seat, and after Phil got his hand on her titties, he was not doing a very good job of healing Bernie's meat. The rhythm of stroking a pussy and jerking a cock are decidedly different, and Phil was certainly giving his primary attention to the tits.
Andy was still beating Phil's dick in a smooth motion, and if Bernie felt neglected, well… that was tough shit!
Bernie was jacking Andy perilously close to climax, and it was so damn good, he was just lying back and enjoying it.
But when Bernie got upset about the front seat, he began to slack off on Andy's prick, and then Andy got upset, and quit beating Phil, and in the briefest of times, what had been a satisfactory circle jerk degenerated into a series of snorts, pokes, squirms, and finally a voice which gave vent to the frustration in the rear seat
"Goddamn it!" Phil cried out. "This is for shit! Lot's get out of this damn car and get on the ground where we can all get at her."
"Hell, this is okay," Tony said, trying to quiet the uprising and protect his privileged position.
"Yeah, for you, you son of a bitch!" Andy said. "But we ain't getting anything."
"Can't you guys wait?" Howard demanded as Tuesday pulled away from him. "Goddamn it, she
can't take everybody at once. Tell 'em, honey, that you'll screw everybody, but they got to be patient, and I'm first."
Screw everybody! Goddamn! Tuesday was shocked, she was not a whore.
"I certainly will not!"
That was as far as she got. As she started to refuse to fuck anybody, let alone the whole crowd, Tony grabbed her hand and forced it onto his cock, and then he dived straight down and fastened his eager mouth over her cunt. Before Tuesday could say anything else, Tony had slammed his tongue up her snatch, and had drawn the upper portion of her cunt between his lips. Her clitoris was captured, and before she could protest, as she knew she must, the great orgasmic wave began to swell and break over her, and Tuesday bumped her pussy up in Tony's face.
"…. oooooh!" she gasped. "That's so good!"
"Then you will let us all have some?" Howard pressed.
Tony sucked.
"Say yes!" Phil demanded.
The tongue darted over, her pussy, and down between her legs.
"Yes! Good God, yes!" Tuesday screamed. "Yes! Give it to me… but take it easy. I'm tight and I don't want to get hurt."
They all tumbled out of the car.
Miraculously, the guys produced a tarpaulin, and it was spread on the ground.
Tuesday felt her dress being pulled over her head, and she was momentarily concerned that it
might be torn.
"Take it easy," she said. "I got to wear my clothes home, and they can't be messed up."
They tossed her dress and underwear in the car where her panties were already swinging from the car-shift lever. She was naked, and suddenly she realized that the night was pretty damn cold to be lying around on the ground with no clothes on.