"Hey, how come you talk like a fucking robot?"
"Huh?"
"Will you get your ass down here on this blanket? Shit, we're gonna run outta moonlight if we don't get it on."
Suzy didn't know what to do. Alice had said that it would be easy. Just do what Alice told her to do. Just make love like Alice had told her to do.
But Alice never told her that he was going to grab her firm thighs and force her down to a blanket painfully and gouge the shit out of her titties and run his hands all over her silvery flesh.
Suzy couldn't believe it – it felt like she was lying in a pit full of sweaty snakes.
"Please – be nice, I…"
"Aw, come on, chick. Look at the moon. It's gonna be gone in a half hour, and I won't see what the fuck I'm doing!"
Suzy was dumbfounded. What did fuck mean? She wasn't dumbfounded long though because her mind was on his hands. She chased after his hands as they played hide and seek all over her body.
Oh gosh, his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body.
Suzy began to struggle. No! Oh no! His hands were on her breasts.
"Oooooh, chick! Whatta set of tits! Christ, and they got goosebumps all over them! Jesus! You must be hotter than hell to fuck!" Suzy struggled harder, but now the negligee was up around her neck, choking her. And everytime I she made a grab for her negligee to pull it down, his hand and mouth would attack her titties.
His mouth?
His mouth was on her tittes! Oh no!
"Oh no! Please, nobody's ever…"
"Yeah, I know, chick. Nobody's ever turned you on like I am. Ain't that right? Jesus fucking Christ! Your titties are so fucking hot! Quit moving around so much so I can suck the shit out of them."
Suck them!? No, no, no!
Her titties just weren't made for a man to put his lips on and gorge on and titillate with his tongue. Tits were made to be put into two bras "to protect you from chest colds" as her mother had told her so many times.
Suzy struggled, strained, started to scream: "Ahhhhh!"
The reason she couldn't scream was because something hairy was now on top of her body and something wet and grainy was, in her mouth.
He was kissing her! He was putting his tongue in her mouth! What would her mother say? Germs! Dirty and nasty!
Suzy tried to close her mouth, tried to force that vile tongue out of her mouth with her own tongue. Then, suddenly, her tongue was being sucked into his mouth, being sucked in so hard that she could taste the pizza the dorm kids had for dinner.
Suzy tried to push him away, tried to tongue-shove his lips away from hers, tried to force his hands away from her titties, tried to close her thighs to the knee that he was forcing up hard against her crotch.
They both struggled now, straining and lurching together, and Michael Mangallo – all the guys at Hartford Hall called him Mangy – was into his way of making love. With lots of sweat and grunts and slippery fleshy noises.
Suzy got her fingernails into his bare hairy back, started to plow eight bloody furrows down his spine when she realized another hard fact of life.
He was naked!
Or was he?
She ran her hands lower as she maintained the duel with his tongue. Maybe he was just topless.
Sure, lots of guys ran around campus without their shirts on. Her hands moved lower until she gripped his sweaty asscheeks.
God! He was naked – all over! He was naked – everywhere!
Then Suzy began to realize a lot of hard facts of life. First that wasn't his knee against her crotch. That was something just as bony and just as tricky.
It was his thing!
Suzy fought really hard now. She was jabbing at his tongue with as much force as her mouth could muster. She thrust her tit-heavy chest at his hairy pectorals to try and heave him off her body. She moved her thighs together, trying to prevent that knee-hard thing from moving so fast against her loins.
"Baby! Whatta hot one you are! Christ, the way you kiss is out of sight!"
Suzy couldn't believe it.
"And look at your titties now! Oh man, I hope that moon never goes down. Look at the way they're all pointy and stiff!"
Suzy shook her head, didn't want to see how pointy her titties were, didn't want to hear what a good tongue job she gave to the first man she had ever kissed.
"And God! My cock feels like it's in your unit already! Oooooh, keep moving your thighs like that! Oh God!"
Suzy refused to hear it. She dapped her hands over her ears and barely caught the first of Michael "Mangy" Mangallo's words as he said: "… now we're ready to fuck!"
Oh God! Suzy was beginning to realize that fuck was a bad word. It had to be a bad word because of the way he said it. Fuck had to be as bad as those people who always say: Balls!
Slobber was running down her tits now as Michael's dark, shadowy form loomed over her. He was fumbling around with something down where her thighs were pinched hard together.
A crinkly sound?
Was that what she heard?
She uncapped her ears.
Yes, it was the same sound that she had heard countless times in the kitchen when her mother tore off squares of aluminum foil then boiled them so they'd be sanitary and clean when she wrapped them around left-over meat.
Suzy strained, tried to rise. She was upon her elbows when she felt a hand on her head.
"No, hey, chick, you don't have to give me a blow job. Let me get this Trojan on and then we'll just do it missionary style."
Blow job?
Trojan?
Missionary style?
Suzy's textbook mind went over the terms – could Michael mean that he was going to rob a bank with some Jesuit Greeks?
No, that's not what old Mangy meant – Suzy could see what he meant now because he had turned sideways to her to throw that crinkly thing into the nearest poinsettia bush. And when he turned profile in the moonlight, she noticed something very unusual about his configuration.
At first it looked as if he had run into the fat end of a baseball bat and half the shaft had been embedded in his lower belly. But the way he gripped it and gave it a few limber tugs, Suzy knew it wasn't any baseball bat because it had a rubbery look.
Then Mangy had turned back toward her, and from his kneeling position he attacked Suzy.
Suzy didn't know it was an attack. Her thighs had been caught unaware. Her cunt had been caught defenseless.
In fact, she downright stared at him as he grunted and sweated down near her lower body, trying to jam that bat-like object at her inner thighs.
"Ouch! Oh! Ugh!"
"Come on, Goddamn it! Where the fuck's your cunt?"
Fuck? Cunt? What does it ail mean?
Then it happened very suddenly. Another hard fact of a life. A very hard fact of life.
Suzy knew it happened because she was screwing: "Aaaaiiieeee! Stop! No! Please! I've never…"
And Mangy was screaming: "Yeah, I know, hot cunt! You never felt a ten-inch cock in your cunt, right?"
"Aaaiiieeee!"
Then the pain really shocked her.
At first the sudden banal attack on her pussy had numbed her cunt-lips. But now the huge head of his cockhead was making bloody headway into her virgin pussy.
"Goddamn Whaa tight pussy! Oh shit whatta tight pussy! Arrrrggghhh!"
Suzy tried to squirm like a worm any from that feeling of pain that was entering her belly. She tried to bring her thighs together, but her legs were cramped, and the more she bore down, the more her muscles in her lower body felt as if she had the worst menstrual cramps that she had ever experienced.
She bit her lips, tears sprang from her eyes.
"Aaarrggghhh! Shit, baby! Christ, you must have been fucking some midget's prick. Goddamn, your cunt's so fucking tight!"
The cramps were getting worse, but not half as worse as the horrible agony that she felt deep in the guts of her pussy. It felt as if half her insides were being shoved up to her lung.