Duke was morose, knowing that he would not get another chance to crack Dolly's virginity for a whole week-that he would not even get a handjob from her, to take the pressure off. He was drinking shots, with beer chasers.
This was a rough bar. Two drunks were fighting in the back, rolling over and over on the filthy floor, biting and scratching. A bearded sailor with a sailor's beard-a loop of curly red hair without a moustache, like Captain Ahab-was vomiting on the bar. A fat girl had passed out on the pool table. Her dress had hiked up and her cunt was exposed. A game was in progress around her, and the players were banking balls off her big tits, caroming from her meaty thighs and jumping masse shots over her head.
An argument started.
One player had sunk the eight ball in her cunt and his opponent was claiming that a cunt was not technically a legal pocket, even though he had called the shot. The black ball was lodged securely in her hairy hole.
Duke watched this scene with mild interest, looking speculatively at her cunt. He was wondering if he might get his rocks off in that hairy hole. He didn't fancy her much, but he believed in the principle of any port in a storm.
One of the arguing players, a shrimper named Gus, asked Duke to arbitrate the dispute. The other player, who had sunk the eight ball in the cunt and whose name was Sam, agreed to arbitration.
Duke walked over to the table and plucked the black ball from the hairy pocket.
"The question is, is a cunt part of the game," he said. It was a tricky point. They should have clarified the rules before they started the game, he figured.
Awaiting Duke's decision, Sam began to stroke his cue stick up the girl's pussy. He formed a bridge with his hand and pushed several inches of stick in and out.
The girl stirred in her drunken slumber and her cunt began to get nice and juicy.
Duke said, "I think we ought to call it no contest."
Gus and Sam accepted this decision; they had both gotten interested in the cunt now-for its own sake, rather than as a part of the pool table.
Sam pulled his cue stick out of her crotch and leaned it against the wall; he opened his pants and hauled his own cue stick out-a sizeable brute of a pecker. He was grinning fiendishly. He took up the chalk and began to carefully chalk the head of his prick, so that he wouldn't miscue. Then he crawled onto the table and fitted the blue chalked head of his dick to the girl's cunt.
"Cock in the cunt, one bank off the thigh," he called.
He bounced his cockhead off her fat leg at just the right angle, and the meaty slab rolled up and dropped into her pussy.
Sam began to stroke the carnal cue stick in and out, steadily.
"No fucking on the pool table!" the bartender cried, but they ignored him.
Gus had his own dick out, now.
"Cockhead in the left cheek with a kiss off the tongue," he called, and he spilled the pork into the sleeping beauty's mouth without further ado.
Sam banged lustily away on her pussy and Gus slid his cock in and out of her mouth. The girl stirred and mumbled, starting to wake up. She began to breathe steadily, as if she were tooting on a flute.
Gus' dick slipped out of her mouth.
"Damn!" he said. "Miscued."
He chalked his cockhead and slipped it in again. The girl frowned; she didn't mind the dick but she didn't care for the taste of chalk.
Duke pulled his owner pecker out and laid the head on the edge of the table waiting for his turn.
"Gonna cheat on Dolly?" Sam asked.
"Ah, she's got a new job; I won't be seeing her for a week and I gotta unload my balls somewhere."
"That's true," Sam said, pushing his dick all the way up the fat girl's cunt, so that his balls rolled up the felt covered table and wedged into the crack of her ass.
"Unghhh!" he snorted; he shot in her cunt.
He pulled out. Cum and cunt juice ran from her snatch onto the felt. The bartender shouted in anger.
Gus blew thick spunk into her cheek, shifted and aimed a second spout down her throat. She mumbled, gulping it down in her sleep-a girl well accustomed to drinking scum and doing it by reflex. Duke crawled onto the table, prepared to sink his shot in the girl's quim.
"Where's Dolly working now, then? Out of town?"
Duke fitted his dick to the girl's pussy with concentration. Sometimes balls got stuck in machines, and he wanted to get it lined up straight so it wouldn't jam.
He said, "Naw, up on Bellevue."
"How come you can't see her, then?"
He shoved his dick straight into the pocket. "She's got to live in," he explained.
"Rich folk, eh?"
"Yeah. Wintergreens."
"Oh oh!"
"Why'd you say that?" Duke asked, pouring dick up the sleeping girl without much interest, just shooting a nonchalant game without anything at stake.
"Them Wintergreens are kinky," Sam said.
"How so?"
"Well, I knew a girl used to clean for them and she said they all fucked her. And I know their chauffeur, too, and he's always putting the pork to one of them. Real kinky. They're probably balling Dolly right now."
"Naw! Not Dolly."
"Can't tell."
"She's cherry."
"Yeah, but rich folk got ways to deal with that. They know how to seduce the lower classes."
Duke looked horrified.
"You think?" he said.
"I'd bet on it."
Duke lost interest in cue sticking the girl. He pulled his cock out and stuffed it back into his pants, wincing as he bent it to conform it to his trousers.
He said, "I think maybe I better take a run up there and make sure Dolly knows those rich folk are seducers."
"Good idea," Sam agreed.
Sam put his dick in the girl's mouth; Gus came down and stroked into her pussy. The bartender shouted in vain and two more drunks vomited on the bar. Duke walked out.
He didn't really think that virginal Dolly would fall for any seduction nonsense but he thought it might be just as well to warn her, just in case.
He'd waited so long to crack her cunt that it would have been a true tragedy to have someone else get in there first, he reckoned.
Jonathon Wintergreen had already been in there first. And second.
And now he was preparing to get in there third, as well, for he was so pleased by her trim little pussy that his dick was not showing the slightest sign of relenting, although he'd poured two considerable ball loads up her cunt. And although her belly was fairly awash with cum, Dolly was perfectly happy to have him fill her up again, for she was having so much fun in the lending of her cum bucket that she would have been quite content to carry on all day and all night.
She was even speculating whether there was any call for a lending library type business, whereby cocks in desperate straits could borrow her pussy, slipping it on like a glove and coming into it abundantly. Maybe she could issue cunt card, like library cards, and charge a fine if an orgasm was overdue She didn't think Duke would approve of that, however.
But coming was a thing that Dolly approved of more and more as she grew accustomed to the sensation. Up until that day, her orgasms had been limited to those caused by hands-her own or Duke's and now the randy but innocent girl was discovering that there were qualitative changes in climaxes, degrees of coming that went up and down a sliding scale just as a pecker slid in and out of mouth or cunt with variations-depending on its length. Thus, an orgasm derived from a nimble tongue on the clit was not the same as one caused by the stuffing of a fat dick, and one that sort of crept up unannounced, while a girl was sucking on a big pecker, was yet another thing.