Chapter 4
With a mixture of envy and hatred, Angie Gillis watched the car pull away with her best friend. Angie was pissed off; Kitty had deserted her. Kitty was nothing but a cock-happy little cheat. Angie wondered if Rudy knew it, and why he put up with it. So he was half Mexican, he was also the best athlete shitty old Bear Claw High had ever had, and he was beautiful.
Angie adored Rudy Wilcox. She wondered now if he had a big prick. She was sure that he did. It just had to be long and smooth and hard and have a big red knob on the end, a big red knob that would thrill her to death if he pushed it into her hairy little pussy.
Angie was a virgin.
And she wouldn't have admitted it to Kitty under penalty of death, but she was taken with Harry Ames, too. He was so good-looking, and so brilliant, and so rugged and masculine. The size of his cock, too, had been on her mind. It had to be huge. Angie had never seen a man's cock, but she had heard plenty of graphic descriptions in the girl's John and she could imagine what it looked like. Maybe like the candle she had used to break her cherry, only much bigger, of course.
It frightened Angie that she masturbated so much. After her first self-induced thrill, she just couldn't get enough of it.
She wished that she looked like Kitty instead of being so damn plain. She knew that her tits were bigger than Kitty's, but none of the boys seemed to notice, and her nipples got real hard when she played with her pussy.
It was murder to want to be fucked so bad and not have the nerve or never get the opportunity to do anything about it. Sometimes, she wished she wasn't so fucking smart; it scared the boys away.
She turned at the corner and started across the big vacant lot. What was it Kitty had asked about getting the itch? God, did she ever get it, and God, did she ever have it now.
She reached up under her skirt and felt her pussy. Her panties were wet; her cunt was ready; Angie wanted to be fucked. She pulled the crotch of her panties tight against the crack of her cunt. She walked slowly, savoring the feel of her wet panties biting into her genitals.
A car slowed down beside her. She knew without looking that it was Rudy.
"Hey, stuck-up," Rudy called.
Angie stopped then, her heart pounding. "Hi, Rudy."
"Jump in, Angie, I'll give you a lift home."
She got into the old car and settled herself awkwardly. Her hands were shaking.
"Where's Kit?" he asked as he pulled from the curb.
Angie knew he would ask her that. For an instant she contemplated ratting on Kitty. "She, uh, had to go somewhere with her mom. She was waiting for her when we got out."
"Damn," Rudy muttered, biting his lip. "Do you have to go right home?"
"No, I don't have to."
"Let's go for a drive."
"Okay, I guess Kitty won't mind."
They cruised out of town on the same road that Kitty and Rick had used. Fortunately, Rudy went a mile past where Rick had stopped before he pulled off into the trees. As he cut the engine, he had no way of knowing that a mile back his girl friend was taking another man's cock in her pussy.
Angie glanced quickly at Rudy, her envy of Kitty enough to make her explode. He was so very handsome.
Rudy turned halfway in his seat and looked at Angie. "You know, Angie, you wouldn't be a bad-looking chick if you didn't wear those damn glasses all the time."
"That's a left-handed compliment if I ever heard one."
"I'm sorry," Rudy said, "I didn't meant it that way."
"Well, for your information, I have to wear them. It helps to see, you know."
"Take them off for a minute," he said. He laughed and touched her lightly on the shoulder.
Rudy's touch was like a jolt of electricity. Angie was scared as hell, and so excited. She removed the glasses.
"Gee," he said, "better than I thought. You make me want to kiss you."
"Why don't you?" Angie said softly.
Rudy put his lips on her mouth.
When he pulled back, Angie closed her eyes and said, "Do it again." Her mouth was open and his tongue went inside. The sparks flew and she felt helpless, wonderfully helpless.
With one arm around her, his hand slid down the front of her blouse and felt the fullness of her tit. "Jesus, Angie!"
She let him pull the carefully tucked-in blouse from her skirt. She moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
To Rudy's surprise, she wore no bra, and under that loose, floppy blouse, her tits were huge, much larger than Kitty's. He felt her nipple erect.
"Can I see them, Angie?"
She cast her eyes downward and unbuttoned her blouse. She could hardly breathe.
"Can I kiss them?"
Angie closed her eyes and dropped her head back against the seat.
She felt his hand on her leg beneath her skirt and she brought her thighs together. He would feel her panties pulled into her crack, feel the wetness of her cunt. He would know how hot she was. His mouth on her nipple and the insistence of his fingers opened her thighs.
"Don't, Rudy, don't!" she cried in anguish, her thighs wide open.
His hand moved forward and he felt how wet her pussy was, and he felt her panties wedged between the lips of her cunt, and he knew how hot she was. "God, Angie, I want you so much . . . let's do it."
"I can't, honey, I just can't. I'm a virgin."
"I'll be careful; I won't hurt you."
Angie wanted it, wanted to fuck terribly, but she was scared. "What about Kitty?" she moaned.
"Aw, to hell with Kitty. It's you and me, here and now that counts." He had the panties pulled aside and a finger was stroking between the lips of her cunt.
"I can't, Rudy. I just can't. I'm afraid."
"Touch me then, Angie. Hold my cock."
His hand left her pussy and she heard the sharp rasp of his zipper. Her took her hand and she was touching his cock.
Her eyes flew open. His cock was like she had imagined, long and smooth and topped with a menacing head of red. Only it was dark, very dark. Rudy's prick was long and slim and hard, the veins bulging, and it was the color of mahogany, except for the head which was such a dark red it was almost purple. She opened her fist and grasped his cock tightly.
"Oh, Jesus, Angie!" Rudy gasped. "Let's do it, honey. I... I want to fuck you so bad!"
"I want you to, Rudy . . . darling, but I'm too scared. You'd never get it in." She could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting. Her chance had come and she knew she couldn't do it. . . not this time, anyway.
"Move your hand up and down, then. Jack me off, honey; make me feel good!"
Her hand started moving. Her eyes widened as his prick stiffened and grew in her hand. She stroked faster, her own breath coming in short gasps.
"Bend down and kiss it, Angie. . . please, honey!"
"Oh, Rudy, I couldn't, I just couldn't." "Please, Angie, kiss it!" "Has Kitty kissed it?"
"Yes, a couple of times," he said eagerly. He could feel his orgasm getting close. "Quick, kiss it, kiss it!"
Angie looked at the stiff cock in her hand. The end was all wet and shiny with ooze. It's filthy, she thought, I just can't do it. How could Kitty ever do such a thing?
Kitty had kissed Rudy's cock a couple of times, but that was all. She wouldn't suck it. She had sucked the church deacon's cock several times, at this insistence, and at this moment less than a mile away she was sucking Rick Keller's prick, but it was only to make it hard again so he would fuck her. Kitty had never swallowed cum.
Angie stared with fascination at the angry glans, all wet and sticky, and wondered again how Kitty could do something so filthy. His cock was about to spew, and Angie had heard what happened when a boy's cock started spewing. Her mouth went dry. It was as if she was hypnotized by his waving cock.
"Come in my hand and I'll eat it," she heard herself say.
Somehow, Angie knew he was about to come and she cupped her hand. The thick goo spurted into her hand in wads. It looked stringy and slick, kind of like egg-white mixed with a little cream. She sucked the milky pool from her palm. It slid down her gullet, coating her lips and tongue and throat.
She looked again at his throbbing prick, white stuff still oozing from the tiny hole, and she felt an uncontrollable urge. Her mouth closed quickly over the bulbous glans.
Rudy whined with pleasure as she sucked his cock dry.
"That was great, honey," he gasped. "You really turned me on."
She felt the muscles in her cunt relax then, and knew that he could fuck her now . . . only now it was too late.