The blond boy's cock throbbed wildly. He panted and grunted louder, beginning to sound like a wild young bull. He gnawed Lisa's neck, pinching the muscles, tearing at the skin. His hard young belly quivered against her back.
"I'm gonna come," he muttered. "Goddamn, I can feel it! Oh, balls, Jeeeesus!" His cock squirted out long, hot spears of it – zinging the depths of Lisa's asshole.
"Shoot it!" Lisa gasped. "Oh, stud, shoot it in me!" She wiggled bet ass in wild circles, sucking the jism out of the boy's contracting monster.
The crowd of spectators stomped the gym floor with their bare feet. They cheered as if for a halfback running fifty yards for a touch down. Some of the boys groaned. She could hear jism splatting the mat, could smell jism in the air, could feel stray droplets of the hot boy's fluid pelt her face. The boy riding her ass cried out, shooting round after round of jism up her tingling ass.
Lisa giggled, screwing her ass in circles around the boy's spurting cock. Could she handle it? Candy had asked. Could she handle it? Oh shit! Oh, wow! Her asshole flamed with sex feeling. Her cunt sucked as if it were getting fucked. Her nipples screwed into the mat like stiff spikes. Her toes prickled. She pointed them, feeling sexier. A gob of hot cum splashed against her lips. As she licked it off and swallowed it, the blond boy blasted more jism up her asshole. The wound springs of sex tension saturating her loins let go. She whined with orgasm. "Eeeeeeeeeh!"
Her eyes rolled, wobbling in their sockets. Her toes curled. She churned her ass around the blond boy's enormous cock. She'd never felt better in her life. Not ever! No way!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa rubbed the soles of her bare feet in the glossy wet leaves. It had rained earlier, and the yellow leaves sparkled with raindrops under the streetlights. The evening was cool, and Lisa had bundled up in a thick flannel shirt and the Parcher High letterman's jacket she'd swiped from some guy at her former school. Served him right to lose it, though leaving his locker unlocked. Lisa giggled to herself about her thievery as she sauntered up the tree-lined streets. Thinking about such things helped to take her mind off the sick feeling in her stomach. The fact was she was just a wee bit scared.
They'd told her that girls had been murdered in Sutton's serects at night. They'd told her that some of the girls had been so savagely gang-raped by roving packs of junior high boys that these girls bad gone whacko and had had to be institutionalized. Lisa didn't believe them. She could see through their stories. The town made those stories up to keep all the cunts indoors at night so the big shot athletes would get to bed early and not be catting around all night fucking themselves to exhaustion. They couldn't fool her. Still, she was just a wee bit uneasy.
Up ahead she thought she saw shadows flicker on the leaf-blanketed street. Probably her imagination again, but she stepped off the sidewalk immediately and hid behind a monster of a tree. Pressing herself to the wet cold trunk, she held her breath, feeling her heart pounding her breastbone, feeling her tits prickle as they pressed to the flannel of her shirt, feeling the cold from the ground pass up through her bare feet and chili her bones. This was crazy, but it was better to be cautious just in case.
She waited, thinking about Rusty to keep herself from shivering too hard. Rusty that beautiful, big cocked stud! After he'd fucked the shit out of her, he'd whispered into her ear, "Babe, I like you," and Lisa hid fallen in love that instant. Later, when they'd left the boys' gym, Lisa had prodded Candy for the Godly boy's name. Grudgingly, Candy told Lisa the kid's name. She even told Lisa were he lived. At the moment, Lisa wished that Candy had kept her mouth shut. Had Lisa not known where Rusty lived, she wouldn't be out here in the autumn dark shivering with cold and fright. Goddamn you Candy, Lisa thought, and the small flicker of righteous anger inside her warmed her a bit.
She heard voices now mutterings and laughter. They were junior high boys, some with high girlish voices, others with voices cracking. Not many, maybe three, maybe five. Lisa held her breath and clung to the tree, pressing, her face to the rough bark. It smelled wet and musty. The boys were very near, almost passing on the sidewalk. She held on tight and, crossed her fingers.
"I don't see nothing," a boy said.
"I think it was up a little farther," another said.
"I think you're seeing things," another said. "You're fucking cunt crazy."
A boy laughed. "We're all fucking cunt crazy. Shit, I thought I seen it too. Probably some Goddamn mirage."
"I can smell her," the second boy said. "I tell you, she's somewheres in this black. I seen her sneakin' along like a ghost. She's hiding somewheres along here. I can smell her."
"Then you find her," the first boy said. "Sniff her out."
While the boys talked, one of them pissed a silver stream on and past Lisa's tree. Hot piss hit the ground inches from her foot, the warm mist spraying her instep. Lisa watched the piss steam in the cool air, and she could smell it. She prayed that the scent of piss would cover her own scent. Without a doubt, that boy could smell her.
"Up a little farther," he said again, and the boys moved on, their muscular bare feet padding the concrete walk soundlessly.
The moment they were at a relatively safe distance, Lisa tiptoed across the lawn, swung behind a big old two story white house and found the alley. A vicious sounding dog, probably a Doberman, roared inside the house. As the back porch lit up, Lisa sprinted into the darkness of the alley, hearing the back door slam and the dog's murderous barks echo through the night.
Lisa found the street again. She held up the sketchy map she'd drawn from the map in the phone book. Rusty's house couldn't be more than a few blocks. She strained her eyes in the semidarkness, trying to read the map. Suddenly she had the sickening thought that even if she did find Rusty's house he wouldn't be home, or if he was, he'd tell her to get lost. What a fool she'd been! Second night in town, and here she was out prowling dark streets she didn't know to find a smart aleck boy she'd fallen madly in love with because he'd fucked her virgin asshole. Shit, she'd be better off at home sucking Miss Sacks' soppy cunt or fucking Candy with a rubber cock. Shit, if she got out of this alive, she'd go home and suck off every girl in the house – twice, three times if they wanted it. She shoved the crumpled map into her pocket and started back in the direction from which she'd come. At least that one pack of boys was ahead of her now, and heading in the same direction as she was. Those stories she had heard suddenly seemed much more believable to her.
She'd walked half a block. She was passing the tree that had saved her just minutes ago. She could hear the savage, uncontrolled barking of that dog coming from the backyard of that white house across the lawn. The sidewalk ahead looked deserted. She started to trot, aching to get back home quick. She'd gone no more than ten steps when she saw them a half dozen of them leap onto the sidewalk just fifty feet in front of her.
"There she is!" a boy screamed. And Lisa froze. She saw them coming, saw their white teeth flashing like the fangs of mad dogs, but she couldn't move. In seconds they'd be upon her and they'd tear her apart.
The sun seemed to come out. Just like that, night turned to day. I'm waking from a dream, Lisa thought, and she began to giggle, to giggle with joy.
"All right, you punks, back off the bitch!" blared a voice that nearly knocked Lisa over. Had, it not been for the crude language of the voice, Lisa would have thought it the voice of God.
"Aw, shove your head up your ass, fucking pig!" shouted one of the boys.
Crack! The explosion of a gun firing shattered the autumn air.
The pack of boys floated away into the dark down the street, disappearing like a herd of deer into the woods.