"Aaaihieeee! Oh God! Please!"
"Ooooh, baby! You want more cock! Well here it comes!"
Mangy shoved with all his might and he broke past the barrier of her tough cherry and his cock was home free.
"Aaaiheee!"
"Huh? Hey, hey! Oh shit… you're a fucking virgin!"
"Aaaiiieee!"
Mangy started fucking fast and furious now. Christ, he was fucking a virgin! Probably the hottest virgin that he had ever fucked. His baby sister was never like this one.
"Oh God! Baby! You're just gonna love fucking! You're just gonna love fucking pricks like mine!"
"Aaaaiiieeee! No! No! No!"
Mangy made three quick cock-stabs into the hot tightness of her ravaged pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Christ! Whata juicy fuck!"
God, now the insides of her pussy felt like they were ready to come outside, ready to make an exit from her mouth – because that's where Suzy thought his cock was as he fucked harder and deeper with every lunge into her cunt.
"Stop! Oh! It hurts! YOu're hurting me! It's toooo big!"
But Mangy couldn't stop now. No way. Not when he had paid fifty bucks to Alice Handler for this piece of ass.
Not when the pent-up juices were no longer capable of being pent-up.
"Oooooh, baby! My cock's getiing bigger! I'm getting ready to cum! Oooohhhh, sssshhhheeeiittt!"
Suzy screamed: "Please don't! Aaaaiiieeee!"
Dirt and dust settled on their sweaty bodies as Mangy got ten toeholds into the sod and plowed hard into her pussy.
The first spurts of jizz were shooting out.
"Aaaarrrggghhh! Oh baby!"
"Aaaiiieeee! It's tooo big! Take it out! Out! Out! Out!"
So Mangy took it out – out to the tip of his huge, spurting cockhead, then he rammed it home and shot a second load of hot cumjuice into her tight pussy.
"Aaarrrgcgghhh! Oh shit! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
Suzy closed her eyes, squeezed out the tears as the pain came from her cunt in pulsating waves.
Each time his cock spewed out spurts of jizz, the pain was intensified.
"no! No! Oh, please! No more! No more! Ican't stand it! No more!"
Then there was no more.
No more cock inside of her pussy.
No more screams or grunts or spurts of jizz.
And that baseball bat in her pussy was shrinking very slowly, and juicy stuff was running out of her cunt.
"Christ, would you look at my cock. Shit, they sure don't make Trojans like they used to."
Suzy didn't want to look at any Trojans, or hear about missionaries, or think about robbing banks because she knew now what fuck meant, and what a cunt was, and that cock was just another word for baseball bat.
Yeah, she knew now that fuck was a verb that could be used transitive or intransitive: to fuck or to be fucked.
A warm hand patted her bloody pussy. A voice that seemed to come from very far away said: "Shit, you were worth it, babe. It's not every night that a guy gets to fuck a virgin."
Suzy stared up at the night sky, stared up at the moon disappearing over the roof of Dame Folker Hall.
Then she was staring at a figure perched on the ledge of a third-floor window with a camera in hand.
Flash!
CHAPTER FOUR
Harrison Bussey was a fucking animal.
Sometimes he was as ferocious as a lion, or stubborn as a moose, or as elegant as an elk, or as bashful as a beaver.
The only times that he wasn't an animal was when he was fucking his wife Marina or on Friday nights when he had his Kiwanis club meetings. Otherwise, all the other nights of the week Harrison had to attend all those animal social clubs like the Lions, the Mooses, the Elks and the Beavers.
As for his wife Marina, well, she was a true animal of a different nature – a savage, carnivorous woman who preyed on men, gobbled up their cocks like a cannibal going crazy at Custer's Last Stand.
The reason Marina Bussey became such a cock-hungry, hot-fucking, frustrated housewife was because her husband was never home to attend to her needs – you know, those crazy itches women pt all the time when they want to fuck, or eaten, or fingered.
It's the kind of cunt scratch that a lot of women get when they've given birth to a couple of kids and who are now at the prime age for some real fucking – twenty-eight years of age.
Once upon a time her husband hadn't always ignored Marina. There was a time when he was even in love with her.
But that was almost fourteen years ago when they were petting steadies in junior high school.
But even way back then, Marina should have foreseen the handwriting on the wall. Harrison was just one of those popular people who had to be popular because people kept making him more popular.
Hell, when she was eighth-grade Queen of Hearts, an award given on Valentine's Day for the girl who had the least amount of pimples and the most amount of tits, and Harrison was elected the King of Hearts, they even got to snowball the first dance togs then they even danced cheek to cheek, and it was the first time that Marina had felt how big a guy's cock could get.
But, of course, she was too young to know that guys could get erections by just dancing with a girl, so he thought that prominent bulge at Harrison's crotch was his comb, or maybe he had a big set of keys, or a lot of bus change (even though they didn't have busses in Tweedy).
But being the King and Queen of Hearts, Marina Hemlock and Harrison Bussey were very well suited for each other, made to be melded together in some future contract.
Then high school came, and Harrison was everything to everybody – football captain, freshman dance king, chess champion, ROTC drill captain, honor student, student body president.
Shit, there wasn't a club or organization or event or assembly that Harrison wasn't a member of, or chairman of, or leader, of.
And Marina Hemlock – shit, she had just as much photo space in the Tweedy High School annual as Harrison.
Head pom-pom girl, drama-club president, first in the Pillsbury High School bake off, D.A.R. Debutante.
People always thought that they had to get married.
Oh, Marina wasn't pregnant or anything like that – it's just that Tweedyvillians knew they were fated to be married.
So they got married, right after graduation.
And they settled down – the most popular boy marrying the most popular girl and being the most popular young couple in Tweedy.
The only problem was Marina had come to the realization that she didn't love Harrison because Harrison could only love being an animal four nights a week and a husband only on weekends.
Marina recalled her wedding night – since it usually is a very important night for mast brides of eighteen who are dumb enough to still be virgins.
She recalled the night because she thought that was the happiest time of her life.
They were in room fourteen of the Travel Lodge just outside Tweedy, and to really make the night a big event, Harrison had managed to steal some of his daddy's beer so they could really celebrate in style.
Harrison was already naked.
His cock was already hard.
And he was also already drunk and stupefied because he was a nervous groom and because this was going to be the first time he had ever fucked a girl.
Oh, he had come close before.
Like when he had almost scored with Tina Morales, the high-school humper as most of the guys called her at Tweedy High.
But shit, Tina wasn't any challenge. She was a Mexican girl – so fucking her was nothing to brag about.
Shit, everybody in Tweedy knew that Mexican girls were born to fuck, that's why they had so many kids, and being that those kids were all born to fuck, the kids would only bring more kids into the world who were born to fuck.
Shit, who was kidding whom?