I got a charge from watching her blow him. It was crazy, but I did. I liked seeing his dick go in and out of her mouth, and I liked the way she nibbled on it, too. Maybe that's why I got so damned hot that I had to move in and fuck her right then. The other guys didn't like it too much, but I didn't give a shit, and I told them to get the hell out of the way. Then I spread her legs.
It was the simplest thing in the world. She didn't fight me at all. I just parted her legs, and she let them be spread. Then I climbed between them and inserted my meat to her bun. The guy was still on her face, and I had to lie at an angle, my own head just past his ass. But I was in her cunt, and I went to town. As she nibbled his cock, I fucked her twat. As he speared her mouth, I plunged to her snatch. She was getting it from both ends, and the idea really turned me on. Just thinking about it made me want to cream her right away.
And I did in that very minute when I knew she was taking his come. I guess I saw his ass cheeks relax just before they contracted for that grand spasm, and it turned me on all the way. I rammed my cock hard into her twat and exploded all my juices solidly up her vag. It was a beautiful fuck, and it almost drove me out of my mind.
Then I climbed down and turned her over to another at the same time the guy on her mouth came away and one of his buddies took his place. So she started taking two guys at once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth. She was sucking them off and letting them fuck her at the same time. And all the while she was bawling – but doing her job.
One after the other, two at a time, she took them. It was beautiful to watch. After awhile, I went over to the bridge and sat against a post, crossed my ankles and stretched my legs, pulled a cigarette from my shirt pocket and lighted it and enjoyed the scene. There she was, on the soft earth by the old log, her clothes in a jumble near her, the guys lined up, waiting their turns. One would be straddling her face, his cock in her mouth. The other would be between her legs, his head to one side of the other guy's ass. And she lay there, her eyes closed, tears on her cheeks, sucking the guy's dong between small sobs of self-pity. At the same time, the guy in her cunt would be slapping away, bringing his meat to a grand finale. It was truly beautiful.
Seven guys took her that way, and I had the feeling when they were done that she would have taken fourteen or twenty-one or twenty-eight or thirty-five or any damned number of other guys just as easily. She was a cunt, and that was all there was to it.
So I made her walk home. After the guys had left, and she had put on her clothes and limply had gone with me past all the other fucking couples in that park, I made her walk home. I laughed in her face when we got to the car and I said, "Dotty darling, you're not putting your dirty twat in my car."
She looked at me dumbly. She hadn't been able to say a word since the beginning of her session in that park. She was still crying. And she looked dumbly at me with tear-stained eyes.
"That's right," I said, laughing in her face. "I don't want dirty twats on my car seats. So take a bus. Do you have any money?" When she shook her bead like a little kid answering a question, I laughed again and said, "Well, earn some. There's a lot of guys around here that maybe haven't gotten fucked yet for the night. Maybe they'll toss you some coins. Otherwise, walk home." And I went around the car and into my side of it and left her standing there, bawling on the sidewalk.
Bitch. She was nothing but a bitch, anyway.
CHAPTER THREE
When I was eighteen, I took off on a cross-country bum. Oh, I kept my car, don't worry. But I just went on the bum, not giving a shit where I stopped, not giving a damn what I did. I slept in the back seat of the car or the front seat, it didn't matter, and parked on the road anywhere I felt like, or maybe on a side street in a town I was passing through. I wanted the experience, and I didn't give a shit about anything.
And I picked up broads along the way, too. Cunts are everywhere if you look for them. I found a lot of twats in all-night truck stops. They'd be hanging around the coffee counters, waiting by the cashier register, trying to hop a ride with a truckee. I'd walk up to them and say, "You want to go to the next town?" And nine times out of ten, they'd take the offer.
One night I picked up a broad about twenty-two years old. She was a platinum job with a pair of big boobs in a tight striped sweater and mini-skirt to match. She wore gold heels and no hose, and she had a pair of legs that made you want to crow. "Sure," she said, when I offered her a lift. "Hell, I'll go with anybody."
That pissed me, because she was putting me down, see? So the minute I got her in the car and we started on the road I said, "Like, do you think you're hot shit, baby?"
She looked at me with a crazy little smile. "Like, who's the Mr. Big?" she said.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to me. "I'll show you who the Mr. Big is." I snapped. "Get down on it, and find out." And coming up big out of my trousers just the way I had planned it, because I had opened my zipper on the way to the car, was mighty John Henry.
She yelled at first when I grabbed her and twisted her wrist, but all of a sudden she made a little gasp of joy, when she saw what was waiting for her, and then like the beaver she was she was down on it in a hurry. She gobbled it fast.
"Give me a good ride, baby," I told her. "Treat it right. It may like you. Who knows?" And I settled back to drive through the night, her tongue and lips at my ramrod-straight dick.
She sucked me well. She was an expert cock-sucker, definitely no beginner, and she did little crazy whirls with her tongue on my cock's cap, dancing up and down the shaft with a nimble tread. She had my balls out, too and she played pleasurably with them, going around their taut surfaces with her hot lips, nibbling a hair here, a bit of flesh there. And finally, somehow, she managed to get a finger up my asshole, and it gave me a tremendous thrill. Then she went back to sucking my dick again and blew me to a tremendous come.
I shot my juices into her mouth while we were going along the highway at sixty per. And I damned near lost control of the wheel, her suck job being so expert. It was all I could do to hold my foot on the accelerator evenly, too. And actually I pumped it wildly in the minute I popped. It was just too much.
Then she licked my dick well, lapping dry every crevice of my cream-dipped cock, making it perfect in every way, and completing her job by drying it thoroughly on a hanky she pulled from her purse.
"Baby," I said, when she was done, "you're just too much. Where'd you learn to handle a dick like that?"
"Baby," she came right back, "I've got news for you. I'm pro." And she gave me a big smile to go with her words.
"Pro?"
"Like, the kind that takes money for it."
"A whore?"
"I hate to call it that. But if you insist."
It turned my stomach. I wasn't a guy who dug whores, that was for sure. I must have revealed my feelings because she said then, "Loverkins, I don't go around advertising it. I just tell my friends." And she stroked my cheek.
"Do I owe you anything?"
"Would you pay if you did?"
"No."
"That's your answer then. I don't charge if the sucker doesn't want to pay. I hate having arguments over money."
"You make it sound like a big joke."
"It's no joke. I take money if it's offered. I can stay away from it, though. The money, that is; not the cock. The cock I can't stay away from. Anyway, let's talk about you. Where're you going?"
"I don't know. Where are you going?"
"Is that an invitation?"
"For awhile, maybe."
"Good. Let's make it a twosome." And she went down on my cock again.
It was a pleasant relationship while it lasted, and I profited from it accordingly. She knew people in different towns, I found out, and in one of them she even had an interesting arrangement; it was something that played right into my hands; or maybe I played right into its hands.