"This fucking life ain't worth shit without hot pussy," Clint had said.
"You're fucking A," Jim agreed.
The two men got to know each other better and found that they had a lot in common. They'd both been burned by broads who didn't know their cunt from a hole in the ground. They both wanted more sex in this life, and they both were ready to do something rash about it. They started getting what they wanted.
Sharon was their latest prey. Earlier, in Jim's apartment, the two had talked themselves into prowling the streets for some fresh young cunt.
"Let's go find us a teenaged pussy," Jim suggested.
"Good fucking idea!" Clint blurted.
Jim was fantasizing about an innocent chick he could shock the hell out of with his enormous stiff cock. He was horny for a new thrill. He had a passion for sweet young cunt from time to time, he liked to see a youngster go all wide-eyed and breathless over his monstrous cock. He wasn't a savage man. He just appeared that way to young girls who hadn't yet experienced his type of lust and power. He loved the way they squirmed and whimpered as he turned them on and fucked the shit out of them.
Jim was a big, hairy man, built like a gorilla. He loved to drive his gigantic prick into a crying girl's pussy and watch her fear turn to passion. All he ever thought about was fucking cunt, the fresher the better, new stuff, new thrills, new gushes of thick cum up a tight new pussy.
Jim saw the fire in his partner's eyes and he got to his feet, eager to go. He enjoyed pussy hunting with Clint because the big man didn't take no for an answer.
Clint was a huge, powerful man, as an ape, and twice as horny. He loved to fuck his monstrous cock into a young, furry cunt and watch the girl writhe in agony. He often lusted for teenaged pussy and his big prick ached to fuck.
"Good fucking idea," Clint said again to his pal. "My cock gets stiff just thinking of sweet pussy."
They left the apartment and took Jim's car, a big, flashy Cadillac. They often took the Caddy when prowling for cunt just in case the girl they snatched had to be raped right away. The back seat was ideal for instances like that, a real cushy bed for fucking a twisting, struggling pussy.
Jim did the driving and the two laughed a lot as they cruised the streets, sizing up the women. When they drove around the block where the high school was, Clint started thinking about the chick they would fuck. She had to be young, real young, and she had to look sweet and unfucked, even if she was fucking her cute little ass off. He wanted a nice fresh babe this time, something to get his cock big and hard for hot fucking. If she gave him a hard time, he'd fuck her right in the back seat. Otherwise, they'd make it to their little hideaway.
Jim saw Sharon first, a delicious young blonde girl in tight white shorts that accented the curves of her cute ass and a brief halter that showed off plenty of her luscious tits.
"Look at that!" he blurted, elbowing his partner.
Clint turned his head and his eyes went wild on Sharon's lovely young body. Jim slowed the car down and they followed Sharon as she walked from the bank.
"God damn if she doesn't look hot to trot," Jim murmured, watching Sharon's ass wiggle.
"Yeah," Clint agreed, ogling the girl. "Wonder what she's thinking about so hard?"
"Mmmm, she's a tasty one, all right. Look at those tits, will you?"
"Delicious," Jim muttered.
"Let's get 'er," Clint said, through clenched teeth. His prick was already rising stiffly.
Jim eased the car to the curb so Clint could do his thing. Clint leaned out the window and gave Sharon a handsome smile as well as a disturbing look.
"Hey, baby, where you hurrying to?" he said.
Sharon stopped and looked, puzzled. "Are you talking to me?"
"You're darned right, good looking," Clint said, and he laughed. His laugh did something to Sharon. It sounded so lewd.
That was the first thing that struck her about the big, hairy man. Not only was he handsome, he had a disturbing laugh, very masculine. Sharon smiled spontaneously.
She saw right away what he was looking at and her nipples stood up in her tight little halter. His naughty look only fanned the flames of her own erotic thoughts about fucking boys on the football field.
"What did you say?" she asked, trying to remember his words.
Clint laughed again, but said, "My buddy and I were wondering if you'd like a ride."
Sharon's pretty smile widened and she took a step toward the car. Leaning over just a little, she cooed, "Oh, I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" Clint kidded her. "You're much too pretty to be walking. That's a luscious halter you're wearing."
Sharon actually blushed. She knew the two men wanted to see her tits, but she didn't expect him to make a direct reference to them.
Clint noticed her discomfort and quickly added, "Is it new?"
The simple trick worked as it would on almost any vain young girl. Sharon peered down at her half-naked tits and cooed, "Yes, it is."
Jim nudged his partner, signaling him to hurry up. The chick was obviously not afraid to talk to strange men. He wanted Clint to strike while the iron was hot.
Clint got the message. He grinned at Sharon who almost creamed in her shorts, and he opened the car door.
"Come on, hop in," he said, getting out of the car.
Sharon lost her breath when she saw him towering over her. She licked her lips nervously and said, "Gee, I don't know really shouldn't I gotta get home before my mother has a fit."
Jim leaned across the seat and smiled. "No problem, little lady have you there in a jiffy."
Sharon hesitated only a second. "Well, okay," she laughed and, surprising even herself, she slid her cute ass onto the front seat.
Clint sat next to her and wedged her between himself and Jim before she had a change of heart. Jim stepped on the gas. Sharon looked from man to man and felt like a bug under a microscope. Both men kept looking at her like she was a delicious ice cream cone.
The next few minutes were terribly exciting for Sharon. How the men eyed her. How her pussy rose and fell beneath their naughty glances! How her pussy was acting in her tight shorts!
Oh, wait till I tell the girls about this, she thought.
The girls loved to swap tales about how fathers and uncles and neighborhood men got all horny and excited over their young bodies. Now Sharon felt she had a juicy story to tell. Two grown men had picked her up and literally drooled over her.
Her excitement turned to puzzlement when. Jim drove right by her street. She twisted her head and watched her street go by.
"You passed it," she said. "That was my street. Mister? You passed my street."
Clint set a big, powerful hand on her naked thigh and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze. "Just relax, baby, this won't take long."
"What?" Sharon gasped. "What do you mean? What won't take long?"
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She had cock teased the wrong men this time.
Clint's large hand burned against her flesh. Jim's glance at her tits was out-and-out horny. Sharon gasped.
"Please," she panted, trying to get Clint's hand off her thigh. "Let me go. What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Please, I'm sorry if I seemed teasing. I didn't mean it. Honest. Please, stop this car and let me out. My mother is waiting for me."
Clint chuckled and squeezed her thigh tighter. "That's all right, honey," he said. "We've been waiting for you a lot longer."
"Just relax, kitten," Jim said, rubbing her other leg. "I think we've got exactly what you've been looking for, too."
"No, nooo," Sharon whined. Her puzzlement turned into fear and tears welled in her eyes. All she'd wanted was a little fun cockteasing the men. Now she was trapped. And judging from the fire in their eyes, she was in deep trouble. These men weren't fooling around. They weren't playing the game other men seemed to play, pretending horniness but not really accosting a girl. These men were playing for keeps!