God! Clint wanted to die!
His cock was full of cum and blood. He had to relieve himself. This was worse than having a year to wait before pissing. He reached for his cock – using his strong right hand.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"
Suddenly Clint realized, all in the five seconds it took before he planted his head into the rose bed, that his left hand was weaker than his right, that Rosy looked very shacked as she watched the flight of a man's body falling outside the gym window, and that he should have zipped up his fly because his cock got snagged on the rose bushes as his head met the fertile soil.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!" Clint screamed as he fell out of bed, his powerful right hand gripping his cock and his left hand trying to brace his lean body before it crashed to the floor.
Then silence as Clint tensed for what he knew would inevitably come from the apartment next to his.
"You son of abitchin' asshole! What the fuck you doin' in there? Are you havin' an orgy or somethin'?"
No, the person in 4A was not having an orgy – unless a man and his cock constituted an orgy.
Clint sat up, prayed that the Italian next to him wouldn't come over and knock on the door of 4A, and when the knock wasn't answered he hoped that the Italian in 4A wouldn't curse and fart and say things like: "You motherfucker! Don't you ever answer! Whatsa matter, don't you speaka English! Chicken-shit motherfucker! Even your mama's a motherfucker! You bastard son of a motherfucker!"
Clint was very happy when there wasn't any knock on his door or that he had heard curses being screamed at him about his chicken-shit ancestry. He was very relieved because now he could go back and think about fucking and sucking.
Which was all that Clint ever thought about – well, he never actually thought about fucking and sucking with a chick.
Shit, if he started fucking and sucking with a chick, then he knew he wouldn't be able to think about fucking and sucking because then he would be fucking and sucking all the time.
He thought about the first time he ever saw somebody fucking. They were friends of his, or Clint considered them friends although the two fuckers involved in this particular situation never said more than two words to him all through high school.
Once Tina Morales had said the two words, "Fuck you!" because he had passed by her in the narrow crowded hallway and his history book had accidentally smashed into her right tit.
Clint had wanted to say: "I wish, I wish I could fuck you," but he couldn't. He couldn't say it because the person standing behind him had heard Tina's remark and had said: "I wish, Tina. I wish I could fuck you."
Clint had spun around to see who would dare say something like that to a nifty girl like Tina Morales, the high school humper. It was Harvey Jennings, the crewcut, four-star letterman who had more going for him in his jock than his head.
Then Clint had stood there and watched Tina say to Harvey: "I don't just fuck with anybody."
And then he had been stunned when Harvey Jennings had pulled out his ten-inch cock, gave it a few waggles, and said to Tina: "Well, this lust ain't anybody's cock."
Clint thought that to be a very flue statement. He had never seen a prick that size before. The only cock he had ever seen before was the one that was between his legs.
Then, Clint was amazed when Tina said: "Meet me behind wood shop after school. And make sure that fucking thing you call a cock is hard and ready."
And Clint couldn't believe his ears when Harvey said: "Yeah, taco-babe, when you see my cock hard and ready, you better have your cunt spread out like peanut butter."
End of conversation.
And the beginning of a new experience for one Clint Mallory. Clint couldn't wait for school to end and his education in fucking begin.
Damn, he couldn't wait!
When the bell sounded for the last class, Clint made fast for the wood shop. Got himself a good seat to view the action – he was inside the shop teacher's office and looking out the window watching the action that was taking place five feet away.
How could they be fucking already? Jesus! How the fuck did they get out of class so soon!
Christ, he had missed the initial penetration, never got to see how cocks started the first thrust into prime pussy. Never got to see how Tina had fisted Harvey's cock, gave it one hundred strokes before allowing him to enter her cunt.
He had missed the action of Harvey chomping on Tina's tits, ruffling another bra that would eventually be sewn up and handed down to sister Rosalie, who would have to patch up the bra before it got busted by some other guy's mouth or hands or feet, before she gave it to her younger sister Regina.
Yeah, Clint had missed the most exciting part. Now, all he got to see was the huge thrust and withdrawal of a twelve-inch prick as it fucked faster and faster into a cunt that belonged to the best bumper in school.
Now, all he could see was the ecstatic expression on Tina's face as she writhed all over on the dirty ground, thrusting her cunt toward that cock everytime that prick was making a thrust into her pussy.
Now, all he could see was Tina's tits flopping all over as sweat and spit ran down from the nipples.
Now, all he could bear was Tina's tits flopping all over as sweat and spit ran down from the nipples.
Now, all he could hear was Tina's voice saying: "You motherfucker! Give me… ooooohhhhh! Yeah! Give me your prick!"
"You fucking bitch! Take that! Take that! Aaarrrgggghhh!"
Now, Clint didn't give a shit that he had missed the exciting debut of a cock meeting head-on with a pussy.
Shit, this was better than watching an actress audition for a porno movie.
Fuck, this was better than seeing an actress getting fucked in a porno movie that she had auditioned for.
Motherfucker! This was better than 3-D porno movies!
This was alive! With real people in the real flesh making real noises of a real fucking! "Fffffuuuuccckkk my clit offeff, you motherfucker!"
"Take this, you bitch! Aaaarrrggghhhh! And this!"
And Clint took it all in, watched in awe, watched with eyes as wide as poker chips, with his mouth agape as if his teeth were ready to bite down on a huge navel orange.
He was astounded that all that prick-meat could disappear into that tiny wet slobbering hole. Where did that cock go? Where did it end? How can she just lay there and take all that prick?
"Mmmmoooorrrrrreeee, you motherfucker! Give me mmmoooorreeee!"
And she wanted more cock.
How could she be so hungry? Was it possible that God had made her womb into a stomach and her cunt into a mouth and Harvey's prick into a huge sausage that the mouth could just suck on before swallowing so many times?
Clint's face looked grotesque as it was smashed against the windowpane. And his cock felt grotesque as he slammed his six-inch prick against his fist, driving the head of his cock into the fake wall.
"Mmmmooorrreeeee cock! Moooreeee cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fffuuccckkkmmee!"
Clint was amazed that women had so much depth to them, that they could look so wholesome and wanton all in the same breath.
Tina looked so angelic to him, but her body looked as if the Devil had possessed her flesh, made her wrap her ankles behind Harvey's back, made her grab her tits and shove them at Harvey's face, made her thighs flop open and shut like a bellows.
And Harvey. How could he stand fucking her so long? Or, for that matter, how fucking long could he stand it?
Christ, if it were Clint fucking Tina, and she was making him eat her titties while her cunt ate his cock, he would have creamed long ago, the spurts just flying into that mouth of a pussy that looked like it would never stop eating cock.
"More cock! More cock! More cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
What rhythm!
What cadence!
She was the eighth wonder of the world!
She could actually talk in rhythm to the pounding thrusts that Harvey's cock was making deep inside her cunt.
Sweat broke out on Clint's face. His hard felt very clammy. His vision was blurring because his pupils were becoming cross-eyed with passion.
He couldn't stand it. Or, for that matter, he couldn't stand.
He slumped to the floor, desperately wanting to watch Harvey shoot his wads of sperm into Tina's clutching cunt, but the passionate fervor that racked his balls had gripped him and sucked him down to the floor.
And now all Clint could see was the wads of sperm that seemed to be flying from the head of his cock.
And his hand was a Goddamn white mess, as if he had smashed his fist into a can of Crisco.
And from outside he could hear: "I'm coooommiinnggg!You bitch!"
"More cock! More cock! more cock!"
And Clinton Mallory felt like a Goddamn asshole because he had missed the beginning of a fuck and the end of a fuck.