Michael Mangallo – the name sounded very foreign to Suzy as she waited near the bushes outside of Dame Folker Hall.
Oh, her father would just kill her if he found out she was going out with a foreign student!
But, then again, Suzy realized, he would just crucify her if he found out that she was going to give her first hand-job to the first customer that her pimp and blackmailer Alice Handler had lined up.
Three shrill whistles came from the other side of the poinsettia bushes.
Oh gosh! He was in there! Her first date with a man, conveniently arranged, of course, by Alice Handler, was already in the bushes awaiting for her to… oh gosh, she couldn't go through with it!
"Psst! Psst! Psst!"
Suzy looked up, saw a huge-titted figure hanging out of one of the third-floor windows of Dame Folker Hall. It was Alice, and she was aiming a flashlight at something in her hand.
Gosh! It was a photo of her with just panties and two bras on.
Now the flashlight was pointing directly at Suzy's face.
"Get your fucking ass into those bushes, Suzy. Or I'll show these photos to your old man."
Suzy gulped. She felt so cold and shivery – not so much from fear but because of the way she was dressed. Alice had been very helpful in picking out what she should wear for tonight; or what she shouldn't wear.
Suzy Cocteau was dressed minus panties and two bras for the first time in her life and her hour-glass figure could readily be seen through the negligee that Alice had so kindly lent her for the occasion. Along with the stem warning: "You get any fucking dirt on this, Suzy, and I'll send copies of those photos to your mom, too (up to now, Alice had only threatened to send those blackmail photos to Suzy's father)."
Not wanting to hurt her mother's or her father's reputation, Suzy took a deep breath and trampled through the bushes.
"Wow!"
The voice came from Suzy's right, very close to her right side. So close that she could feel hot breath on her naked thigh. Then something else was against her naked thigh. Something with fingernails and sweat – it was his hand!
Michael Mangallo's hand was on her thigh!
Suzy jumped back, but the pointy poinsettia bushes gouged her ass and she could get no farther than six inches away from that clammy hand.
"Hey, I ain't gonna hurt you. Shit, I paid good money for this… money I saved to buy my history books. And Alice said you were a hot chick. So come on down here and let's make it, baby!"
Suzy broke out in a sweat, and after the sweat came the hives that she always got when she was cold and sweaty. And she remembered her mother's advice about putting Calamine lotion on everytime she got cold and sweaty. "Hi. How are you tonight, Michael," Suzy said mechanically – it was what Alice had told her to say. "What do you want me to do… do you want to make love to me? Do you want to."
"Hey, how come you talk like a fucking robot?"
"Huh?"
"Will you get your ass down here on this blanket? Shit, we're gonna run outta moonlight if we don't get it on."
Suzy didn't know what to do. Alice had said that it would be easy. Just do what Alice told her to do. Just make love like Alice had told her to do.
But Alice never told her that he was going to grab her firm thighs and force her down to a blanket painfully and gouge the shit out of her titties and run his hands all over her silvery flesh.
Suzy couldn't believe it – it felt like she was lying in a pit full of sweaty snakes.
"Please – be nice, I…"
"Aw, come on, chick. Look at the moon. It's gonna be gone in a half hour, and I won't see what the fuck I'm doing!"
Suzy was dumbfounded. What did fuck mean? She wasn't dumbfounded long though because her mind was on his hands. She chased after his hands as they played hide and seek all over her body.
Oh gosh, his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body.
Suzy began to struggle. No! Oh no! His hands were on her breasts.
"Oooooh, chick! Whatta set of tits! Christ, and they got goosebumps all over them! Jesus! You must be hotter than hell to fuck!" Suzy struggled harder, but now the negligee was up around her neck, choking her. And everytime I she made a grab for her negligee to pull it down, his hand and mouth would attack her titties.
His mouth?
His mouth was on her tittes! Oh no!
"Oh no! Please, nobody's ever…"
"Yeah, I know, chick. Nobody's ever turned you on like I am. Ain't that right? Jesus fucking Christ! Your titties are so fucking hot! Quit moving around so much so I can suck the shit out of them."
Suck them!? No, no, no!
Her titties just weren't made for a man to put his lips on and gorge on and titillate with his tongue. Tits were made to be put into two bras "to protect you from chest colds" as her mother had told her so many times.
Suzy struggled, strained, started to scream: "Ahhhhh!"
The reason she couldn't scream was because something hairy was now on top of her body and something wet and grainy was, in her mouth.
He was kissing her! He was putting his tongue in her mouth! What would her mother say? Germs! Dirty and nasty!
Suzy tried to close her mouth, tried to force that vile tongue out of her mouth with her own tongue. Then, suddenly, her tongue was being sucked into his mouth, being sucked in so hard that she could taste the pizza the dorm kids had for dinner.
Suzy tried to push him away, tried to tongue-shove his lips away from hers, tried to force his hands away from her titties, tried to close her thighs to the knee that he was forcing up hard against her crotch.
They both struggled now, straining and lurching together, and Michael Mangallo – all the guys at Hartford Hall called him Mangy – was into his way of making love. With lots of sweat and grunts and slippery fleshy noises.
Suzy got her fingernails into his bare hairy back, started to plow eight bloody furrows down his spine when she realized another hard fact of life.
He was naked!
Or was he?
She ran her hands lower as she maintained the duel with his tongue. Maybe he was just topless.
Sure, lots of guys ran around campus without their shirts on. Her hands moved lower until she gripped his sweaty asscheeks.
God! He was naked – all over! He was naked – everywhere!
Then Suzy began to realize a lot of hard facts of life. First that wasn't his knee against her crotch. That was something just as bony and just as tricky.
It was his thing!
Suzy fought really hard now. She was jabbing at his tongue with as much force as her mouth could muster. She thrust her tit-heavy chest at his hairy pectorals to try and heave him off her body. She moved her thighs together, trying to prevent that knee-hard thing from moving so fast against her loins.
"Baby! Whatta hot one you are! Christ, the way you kiss is out of sight!"
Suzy couldn't believe it.
"And look at your titties now! Oh man, I hope that moon never goes down. Look at the way they're all pointy and stiff!"
Suzy shook her head, didn't want to see how pointy her titties were, didn't want to hear what a good tongue job she gave to the first man she had ever kissed.
"And God! My cock feels like it's in your unit already! Oooooh, keep moving your thighs like that! Oh God!"
Suzy refused to hear it. She dapped her hands over her ears and barely caught the first of Michael "Mangy" Mangallo's words as he said: "… now we're ready to fuck!"
Oh God! Suzy was beginning to realize that fuck was a bad word. It had to be a bad word because of the way he said it. Fuck had to be as bad as those people who always say: Balls!
Slobber was running down her tits now as Michael's dark, shadowy form loomed over her. He was fumbling around with something down where her thighs were pinched hard together.
A crinkly sound?
Was that what she heard?
She uncapped her ears.
Yes, it was the same sound that she had heard countless times in the kitchen when her mother tore off squares of aluminum foil then boiled them so they'd be sanitary and clean when she wrapped them around left-over meat.
Suzy strained, tried to rise. She was upon her elbows when she felt a hand on her head.
"No, hey, chick, you don't have to give me a blow job. Let me get this Trojan on and then we'll just do it missionary style."
Blow job?
Trojan?
Missionary style?
Suzy's textbook mind went over the terms – could Michael mean that he was going to rob a bank with some Jesuit Greeks?
No, that's not what old Mangy meant – Suzy could see what he meant now because he had turned sideways to her to throw that crinkly thing into the nearest poinsettia bush. And when he turned profile in the moonlight, she noticed something very unusual about his configuration.
At first it looked as if he had run into the fat end of a baseball bat and half the shaft had been embedded in his lower belly. But the way he gripped it and gave it a few limber tugs, Suzy knew it wasn't any baseball bat because it had a rubbery look.
Then Mangy had turned back toward her, and from his kneeling position he attacked Suzy.
Suzy didn't know it was an attack. Her thighs had been caught unaware. Her cunt had been caught defenseless.
In fact, she downright stared at him as he grunted and sweated down near her lower body, trying to jam that bat-like object at her inner thighs.
"Ouch! Oh! Ugh!"
"Come on, Goddamn it! Where the fuck's your cunt?"
Fuck? Cunt? What does it ail mean?
Then it happened very suddenly. Another hard fact of a life. A very hard fact of life.
Suzy knew it happened because she was screwing: "Aaaaiiieeee! Stop! No! Please! I've never…"
And Mangy was screaming: "Yeah, I know, hot cunt! You never felt a ten-inch cock in your cunt, right?"
"Aaaiiieeee!"
Then the pain really shocked her.
At first the sudden banal attack on her pussy had numbed her cunt-lips. But now the huge head of his cockhead was making bloody headway into her virgin pussy.
"Goddamn Whaa tight pussy! Oh shit whatta tight pussy! Arrrrggghhh!"
Suzy tried to squirm like a worm any from that feeling of pain that was entering her belly. She tried to bring her thighs together, but her legs were cramped, and the more she bore down, the more her muscles in her lower body felt as if she had the worst menstrual cramps that she had ever experienced.
She bit her lips, tears sprang from her eyes.
"Aaarrggghhh! Shit, baby! Christ, you must have been fucking some midget's prick. Goddamn, your cunt's so fucking tight!"
The cramps were getting worse, but not half as worse as the horrible agony that she felt deep in the guts of her pussy. It felt as if half her insides were being shoved up to her lung.
"Aaaihieeee! Oh God! Please!"
"Ooooh, baby! You want more cock! Well here it comes!"
Mangy shoved with all his might and he broke past the barrier of her tough cherry and his cock was home free.
"Aaaiheee!"
"Huh? Hey, hey! Oh shit… you're a fucking virgin!"
"Aaaiiieee!"
Mangy started fucking fast and furious now. Christ, he was fucking a virgin! Probably the hottest virgin that he had ever fucked. His baby sister was never like this one.
"Oh God! Baby! You're just gonna love fucking! You're just gonna love fucking pricks like mine!"
"Aaaaiiieeee! No! No! No!"
Mangy made three quick cock-stabs into the hot tightness of her ravaged pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Christ! Whata juicy fuck!"
God, now the insides of her pussy felt like they were ready to come outside, ready to make an exit from her mouth – because that's where Suzy thought his cock was as he fucked harder and deeper with every lunge into her cunt.
"Stop! Oh! It hurts! YOu're hurting me! It's toooo big!"
But Mangy couldn't stop now. No way. Not when he had paid fifty bucks to Alice Handler for this piece of ass.
Not when the pent-up juices were no longer capable of being pent-up.
"Oooooh, baby! My cock's getiing bigger! I'm getting ready to cum! Oooohhhh, sssshhhheeeiittt!"
Suzy screamed: "Please don't! Aaaaiiieeee!"
Dirt and dust settled on their sweaty bodies as Mangy got ten toeholds into the sod and plowed hard into her pussy.
The first spurts of jizz were shooting out.
"Aaaarrrggghhh! Oh baby!"
"Aaaiiieeee! It's tooo big! Take it out! Out! Out! Out!"
So Mangy took it out – out to the tip of his huge, spurting cockhead, then he rammed it home and shot a second load of hot cumjuice into her tight pussy.
"Aaarrrgcgghhh! Oh shit! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
Suzy closed her eyes, squeezed out the tears as the pain came from her cunt in pulsating waves.
Each time his cock spewed out spurts of jizz, the pain was intensified.
"no! No! Oh, please! No more! No more! Ican't stand it! No more!"
Then there was no more.
No more cock inside of her pussy.
No more screams or grunts or spurts of jizz.
And that baseball bat in her pussy was shrinking very slowly, and juicy stuff was running out of her cunt.
"Christ, would you look at my cock. Shit, they sure don't make Trojans like they used to."
Suzy didn't want to look at any Trojans, or hear about missionaries, or think about robbing banks because she knew now what fuck meant, and what a cunt was, and that cock was just another word for baseball bat.
Yeah, she knew now that fuck was a verb that could be used transitive or intransitive: to fuck or to be fucked.
A warm hand patted her bloody pussy. A voice that seemed to come from very far away said: "Shit, you were worth it, babe. It's not every night that a guy gets to fuck a virgin."
Suzy stared up at the night sky, stared up at the moon disappearing over the roof of Dame Folker Hall.
Then she was staring at a figure perched on the ledge of a third-floor window with a camera in hand.
Flash!