Chapter 9
"Don't you think you've had enough, buddy?"
Bruce glared at the bartender and dropped another bill in front of him. "There's my money. Just pour the drink, and never mind the talk."
The man poured the drink, took the money and wandered off. Bruce scowled after him for a moment, then forgot about him as he turned back to watch a more interesting subject.
The blonde partway down the bar.
He had no doubt that he could pick her up. They might haggle briefly about the price of.. her skinny body, but the only real question would be whether she had a room nearby or whether they should go to a motel. He didn't really care where they went, as long as he got her on her back with her legs apart. He sure as hell needed a lay.
Still, he hesitated. The girl wasn't wearing any bra and she'd carefully leaned over when she knew he was looking so he could get a good eyeful down the front of her low-cut blouse. Only he didn't consider it much of an eyeful. She wasn't exactly flat-busted, but she was pretty damn close to it. Hell, he'd seen bigger and better tits on teen-agers.
Of course, tits weren't everything. She certainly had a cunt and she looked experienced enough to know how to use it. She might even be a good cock-sucker. Her lips were rather full and pouting, and his prick tingled as he imagined it sliding in and out of her mouth. A good blowjob was something he wouldn't object to.
Damn it, though, he did like big tits on a girl. A real handful you could get ahold of. The kind that were all squashy when you buried your face in them and sucked her nipples.
He frowned at his drink as he considered the problem. And it took him some time to weigh it carefully because he'd lost count of the number of drinks he'd had and it was a slow process sorting out the pros and the cons of the skinny blonde. But at last he decided her mouth and her pussy would out-weigh the smallness of her tits. Sometimes you just couldn't have everything.
He gulped the last of his drink and stood up. Then he swore under his breath and sat down again.
He was too late. While he'd been debating, some other guy had moved in and sat down beside her. She was already finishing the drink he had bought her and apparently there hadn't been much haggling over price because a few moments later they got up to leave. He could smell her perfume as they passed him and he turned to watch the swing of her hips. Her skirt was pulled tight across her rounded little ass and he was willing to bet she wasn't wearing any panties.
No panties and no bra. All that guy would have to do would be to yank off her blouse and skirt and he'd have her naked and ready to get fucked.
He ordered another drink and ruefully thought of what he'd missed. By' now he'd forgotten that she had small tits. That didn't seem so important any more. If she had an apartment around the corner, they'd be there by now. In fact, she was probably naked already and lying on the bed with her legs wide apart. Now the guy would have his clothes off too. He'd be on the bed with her, sticking his cock into her cunt. Or maybe poking it in her mouth in-stead. Well, it didn't make any difference. Either she was sucking him or he was fucking her.
And he, Bruce, could have been doing it instead if he hadn't been so damn slow about the whole thing.
The more he thought about it, the more his prick tingled and the more foul became his mood. God-damn, he needed a woman! A luscious naked babe with a wide-open pussy where he could ram his tingling cock and relieve the pressure that was building up in his balls.
Maybe there was another whore in the bar. He swung around to survey the smoky room, but couldn't spot any likely looking candidates.
Then his eyes darted back to one of the booths and fastened on a cute little redhead sitting there. There was a young guy with her but he ignored him and studied the girl. Christ, she was built! Her dress was stretched so tight across her breasts that it almost seemed to be at the bursting point. Now there was a babe with a real pair of tits!
He pictured her without a bra, without any clothes at all. Her big breasts jutted out firm and proud on her chest, tipped by hard thrusting nipples that were solid between his lips when he sucked them. Then he pictured her writhing naked beneath him on a bed. Her smooth white thighs were spread wide and he was guiding his throbbing prick through the tangle of her red cunt-hair and driving it deep in her warm wet pussy.
Somehow she reminded him of another girl who was vague in his memory. A girl lying stretched on a bed as he sprawled above her and a mystery woman in a mask who guided his cock to the girl's cunt. This redhead was about the same age as the girl on the bed. No, the redhead was a little older, but she had the same lush fresliness of youth, the same full-blown ripeness about her body.
And her tits were even bigger.
At least he thought they were. If only he could see her naked and find out just how big her boobs really were.
The girl's dress was quite short and had ridden high, exposing a lot of her sun-tanned thighs. Even as Bruce watched, the young fellow in the booth reached under the table and put his hand on the girl's thigh. She smiled and said something and his hand stroked higher, and her dress slid up far enough that Bruce caught a glimpse of her white panties. He almost groaned aloud. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought that, at the girl's crotch, he had seen the dark coloring of her cunt-hair through the sheer panties.
Jesus, she was a sexy-looking piece! Mentally, he undressed her again and the tingling in his prick grew stronger.
Maybe when the guy finished stroking her thigh he might feel her tits. Or perhaps the jerk wouldn't try it in public like this. Hell, thought Bruce, if he was sitting with a babe built like that he wouldn't be bashful about feeling her boobs any time or any place. Knockers like that were meant to be felt.
Was she wearing a bra? He couldn't be sure. Her dress was cut pretty low at the neckline and it'd be easy enough to tell if only she'd lean forward.
Abruptly he frowned. The couple in the booth were getting ready to leave. Maybe she'd bend over a little as she slid out of her seat. No, damn it, she didn't.
He gulped the rest of his drink, rose unsteadily and followed them. They probably had a car outside and she might lean forward when she got in and give him a look down her neckline.
He staggered along the sidewalk, only a few steps behind them, his byes fixed on the girl. Damn, she had a cute little rounded ass! Her dress was pulled tight across its plumpness and he was so intrigued with the jiggle and sway of her ass as she walked that he almost forgot about the question of whether or not she was wearing a bra.
Almost, but not quite.
The couple came to their car and the. girl slid in her seat. Her skirt rode high and he got another glimpse of her panties. And she bent slightly for-ward, but it was so quick he still wasn't sure exactly what he saw in the darkness. It was just a brief flash of white, but it could have been a white bra or it could have been the creamy whiteness of her tits.
He lurched ahead to his own car, parked only slightly ahead of theirs. But after he slid in and started the motor, he sat and frowned, obsessed with the question of whether the girl was wearing a bra. When the other car pulled past him, he followed it almost without thinking.
He couldn't have told how long they drove or what route they followed, but when the car ahead slowed, and made a sudden turn Bruce let out a drunken laugh. The guy was taking the babe into a deserted lane in the park. Bruce knew the spot well. More than one girl he'd screwed back in that lane. There was a great little spot where the ground was covered with pine needles, so soft and springy it was almost like being on a mattress. It was a hell of a lot better than trying to fuck a girl in the cramped space in a car.
Obviously the driver of the other car knew the place too, and it seemed pretty certain that the cute little redhead was about to get laid.
Bruce drove past the lane, then parked and got out. There was a path that twisted among the trees. and he knew he had a much better chance of approaching the couple unobserved if he took the path instead of walking up the lane. He spent some time searching for the path and finally found it only be-cause of the bright moonlight. But then he encountered a new problem. He was so drunk it was difficult to navigate along the narrow path in the deceptive shadows. At last he solved the problem by taking only a couple of steps at a time from one tree to the next, leaning against each one as he came to it and taking care to remain absolutely silent the whole time.
As it was, he approached so quietly the young couple had no hint of his coming and if he hadn't suddenly seen them in the moonlight he would have trodden on them with just a few more steps.
They had gotten out of their car and lay in front of him on the pine needles, locked in a tight embrace. The girl's skirt was up partway, and Bruce stared at her long shapely legs. Then he watched hungrily as the fellow squeezed her breast. Damn, he told him-self, he'd like to get a handful of that himself!
The guy reached for the zipper on her dress and she twisted away.
"Harry--don't," she said.
"Come on, Doris," he whined. "You said I could this time."
"I don't think we should."
"You promised! You said I could take off your bra this time."
Bruce snorted to himself. A couple of damn kids, arguing over whether he could see her bare tits. And that bitch ought to get her ass smacked, letting the guy feel her thighs and her tits and then making such a big deal about taking off her bra.
Now, at least, he knew she was wearing a bra. And he told himself that if he was lying there in Harry's place, he'd rip the damn bra off her--and the rest of her clothes too--and fuck hell out of her before she gave him any more lip.
But that wasn't Harry's way. He was still pleading.
"Come on, Doris. You let me feel your breasts--and you said this time I could do it with your bra off."
She hesitated. "Well--all right--as long as we don't go too far. You promise to stop when I tell you?"
He mumbled something that might have been a promise, then grabbed at the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. She worked her arms out of the sleeves and he tugged the dress down to her waist. Gazing for a moment at her full mounded bra, he fumbled with the snap and finally managed to get it loose, then yanked her bra free and dropped it on the ground.
She was naked from the waist up.
He stared at her big breasts. They thrust proudly upward, gleaming whitely in the moonlight in contrast with the dark tan of her surrounding flesh.
"God!" he whispered. "You're beautiful!"
His hand crept forward to clasp her lush tits and stroke their softness. He squeezed them gently, almost experimentally, as if he was somehow afraid that now that her breasts were bare they were particularly vulnerable and he might in some way injure them or destroy their beauty. Then, gaining confidence, he squeezed harder, crushing her tits in his palm and mauling them roughly.
Dropping his head, he kissed her nipple and she let out an excited little gasp. His lips traveled over the entire rounded surface of her jutting breast, leaving wet trails on her soft skin. At last he came back to her nipple. His tongue flicked against it and he licked it for a time, then finally drew it between his lips and sucked it.
A faint moan escaped her. "Ohh! I--didn't know--that could feel--so good!"
His hand stroked upward on her thigh, bunching her dress high around her hips. When he came to her panties he paused for an instant as if debating his next move, then continued upward to her stomach. There he trailed his fingers lightly over her incredibly smooth skin. But after a moment his hand slipped inside the top of her panties and slowly rubbed its way down inside them. Down across her lower belly. Still lower. He reached her cunt-hair and worked his fingers down through it.
She twisted her hips in protest. "Harry--no--not down there."
Not bothering to answer, he dug his hand deeper down into her crotch. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to block him; but he forced his way between them and got a finger into her pussy.
She jumped. "Harry--please! You said you'd stop when I told you--you promised!"
"Jesus--not now! Just let me touch it--let me play with your cunt for just a second."
"I don't think we--ohh!"
Her protest ended in a sharp gasp as he found her clit. He rubbed his finger on it, stroking the sensitive button, then he gently seized it between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it further. She groaned and her hips rocked. Slowly her thighs fell open, giving him better access to her crotch.
With one hand busy in her pussy, he fumbled with the other hand at his zipper. He finally got it open, but his cock was stiff and hard and it took him time to work it free of his pants. At last he had it in the open and he guided her hand to it.
"Doris--play with it, honey."
She hesitated. "What if--somebody comes along?"
"Nobody's going to come along. Nobody comes back in here."
"How do you know so much about it? Have you been here before--with other girls?"
"No, honey--honest. My brother told me about this place."
Bruce, leaning against a tree and watching eagerly, silently snorted in disgust. Harry was just a punk kid and had probably never screwed a girl in his life. He didn't have a very big prick, either. And Doris might be putting on an act, pretending to be so innocent and reluctant, but Bruce didn't think so. He was willing to bet she'd never been fucked before. Hell, they were just two inexperienced kids. But she did have big tits and a sweet little ass, and he was anxious to see whether Harry succeeded in getting into her cunt.
But at the moment Harry was still trying to get her to hold his cock in her hand.
"Stroke it, honey. Play with it."
A convulsive shudder ran through her body as he rubbed her clit again and she opened her fingers, slowly wrapped them around his prick.
"It's so big," she whispered.
Bruce could hardly suppress a snicker. Christ, was she naive! Imagine thinking that kid's thin stubby cock was big! He was getting a hard-on from watching them and if his own prick got any bigger he ought to whip it out and step out there and show her what a man-sized tool looked like.
She stroked her fingers up and down on Harry's cock.
"It's so smooth," she murmured. "I never knew a man's--penis--was so smooth."
"What'd you think it was like?"
"I don't know. I never--well, I never felt one before."
He gasped. "Jesus, keep doing that--right there around the head."
"There?"
"Yeah! Oh, God!"
There was silence for a long moment as she stroked his prick and he played with her pussy and massaged her clit. When she spoke again her voice was husky.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you--lick my nipple again--suck it like you did before? That felt so good."
"Sure, honey."
Bruce could see that her nipples were now standing up hard and erect, stiff little peaks on her thrusting tits. The bitch was really getting worked up.
Harry lowered his head to her breast, ran his tongue over her nipple. At first he licked it gently, but then the movement of his tongue became harder and more insistent. And at last he pulled her nipple between his lips and nibbled and sucked it.
She let out a long sigh. "Oh--yes! I like that!"
As he kept digging his fingers into her cunt, her panties had gradually been pulled lower on her hips. And her dress was still bunched at her waist where it sometimes got in his way. Suddenly he pulled his hand free in annoyance.
"Let me get your damn panties off," he growled.
She offered no objections. In fact, she lifted her ass off the ground to help him remove her dress. And then her panties. But as he pulled them over her feet, they caught on one of her shoes and he couldn't get them loose.
"Hurry up," she urged him.
He swore under his breath, finally pulled her shoe off and flung it aside with the panties. She opened her thighs wide.
"Your hand," she moaned. "Put it back on my--you know, back where it was."
"On your pussy?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"On my--pussy."
He rubbed her cunt briefly, then poked his finger into her hole.
She squirmed. "That feels good but--up higher, where you were before."
He moved up to her clit and massaged it. "There?"
"Yes--oh, yes! Don't stop!"
In her excitement she stroked his cock harder. Her fingers were firmly wrapped around it and she pumped it vigorously with full-length strokes. He feverishly twisted his hips and his breath was coming faster, and Bruce wryly decided that Harry was more worked up than Doris was, even though the little bitch was getting plenty hot.
Now she was using two hands, stroking his prick with one and fondling his balls with the other. She giggled as she touched his balls.
"They feel funny--all hairy and wrinkly."
"Oh, Jesus!"
"Does that feel good?"
"God, yes!"
"It feels good--what you're doing to me too--on my--pussy. I feel all--all funny inside." .
"I can't hold it any longer! Honey, I'm going to stick it in your cunt--I'm going to fuck you!"
"Yes--yes! Put it in me--quick!"
"Spread your legs."
She hesitated then. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I--I've never--done it--before."
"Neither have I."
"Will it hurt?"
"No, honey--I'll be real careful. Open your legs, for Christ's sake!"
She spread her thighs and he hurriedly crawled into position between them. Holding his cock in his hand he speared it toward her pussy, but in his anxiety his aim was bad and he missed his target. In-stead of poking into her hole, his prick slid up through the wet through of her cunt and scraped her clit.
In his aroused state, the slippery wetness of her pussy against his cock was more than he could take. He grunted in surprise and frustration as his prick jerked violently and his come spurted upward and landed with a wet squish on her stomach.
She jumped as his cock rubbed across her clit and then the sudden unexpectedness of his come splashing on her stomach startled her and she let out a loud cry.
"Ohh!"
To Bruce, drunk and befuddled as he was, it seemed that her cry was one of disappointment. The poor girl was all worked up. She had a hot little cunt and was dying to get laid for the first time. And then that stupid bastard Harry couldn't even hold it until he got it in her, but shot his load all over her belly. No wonder the poor girl was disappointed and frustrated.
Hell, why let her suffer? She was lying there with her legs wide apart and her juicy pussy aching for a prick. Why shouldn't he give her what she wanted? She'd love him for it. She'd love it even more when she found out what it was like to get fucked by a real man instead of fooling around with that stupid jerk of a kid.
He yanked his zipper open and tugged his cock free. Now it was hard and stiff and jutted fiercely upward. He almost chuckled out loud as he thought of how she'd be thrilled by a prick that was really big.
Then he hesitated as another thought struck him. What about Harry? He was a dumb bastard, but he might not take kindly to the idea of another guy screwing his girl.
Well, that was easily settled. Bruce groped around on the ground until he found a piece of a tree limb that made a handy club. He stepped from behind the tree, staggered a few steps and brought the club down hard on Harry's head before the boy even knew he was there.
Harry dropped limply on top of Doris and she screamed.
With one shove, Bruce rolled the boy's slack form aside and sprawled on top of Doris. His hard cock nudged her thigh.
"Feel that, sweetheart?" he mumbled. "There's a real prick for you."
Her eyes rolled in terror. "No--please--let me go!"
"I know you want it real bad. Just wait 'til I get my cock in your hot little cunt and I'll give you a fuck you won't forget in a hurry."
She heaved her hips upward, trying to throw him off, and it made her big breasts quiver and jounce. He seized them, one tit in each hand, squeezed them fiercely so she moaned with pain.
"God!" he exclaimed. "What a pair of boobs you've got--a real handful a guy can get ahold of!"
He remembered how she had liked it when Harry had licked her nipples, and he dropped his mouth to her breast. But he wasn't careful about it, as Harry had been. Drunk and aroused with lust, he was in-tent only on using the girl's lush young body for his own satisfaction and he wasn't the least concerned that he might be hurting her. He felt her nipple prodding against his lips and in his excitement he bit it.
She moaned again and tried to crawl out from under him.
He slapped her. "Hold still, damn it! I want to suck your tit! Tits like yours--they're just begging to be sucked!"
He squeezed her breast, bunching her soft flesh upward and driving her nipple into his mouth. This time he seized it between his lips instead of his teeth. For a moment he washed his tongue over it, licking it hard, and then he sucked it greedily.
For a brief time she lay still, afraid that he would hurt her again if she moved. But then he shifted the lower part of his body and his prick slithered up along her thigh toward her pussy.
Instantly she exploded into violent motion. Her nails raked his face while her hips surged upward and she kicked her legs. He bore his weight down on her, holding her, and as she continued to struggle his cock happened to slip between her thighs. She was unaware of the exquisite sensation he experienced as she squeezed and rubbed his hard prick between the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Still sucking her nipple, he groaned and thought he was going to come right then.
Hell, no, he told himself. He couldn't do that. He had to get into her hot little cunt and pump it full. He wrenched at her legs as she continued to fight him silently and roughly yanked them apart. Crawling in between them, he guided his cock to her pussy and felt the tip nudge against her cuntlips.
She felt it too and she screamed.
He chuckled. It baffled him somewhat that she should fight against being fucked by a man when she had been quite anxious to get laid by that stupid kid, but it didn't bother him particularly. In fact, it somehow made it more exciting. He was going to screw her, no matter how much she fought. Her hands were tied and--no, it was that other one whose hands had been tied. Well, it didn't make any difference. That one had fought too, but that had made it even better. It was more stimulating to have a feeling of real power over a girl and her frantic struggles while she was tied to the bed had heightened the sensation as he'd driven his prick deep into her pussy.
So if this one wanted to fight too, so much the better.
He urged his hips forward and his cockhead slipped into her cunt. She screamed again, but he ignored it. God, she had a tight little pussy!
Then he blinked in surprise. Jesus Christ, she re-ally was a virgin! Sure, she'd told that stupid Harry that this was her first time and she'd never been laid before, but he'd assumed that was just part of her innocent act. Now he realized it was true.
An evil grin twisted his face. A babe built like she was, was just made for fucking. He'd open up her twat and make plenty of room in there for all the cocks that were sure as hell going to follow his.
He lunged fiercely and drove his prick brutally into her, ignoring her piercing scream. He felt something rip inside her under the force of his plunge, but he didn't slow down. He rammed his cock into her again. And again. And still again.
Once more he grinned. His prick was buried to the hilt in her cunt.
Now her constant screams suddenly grated on him. The gag must have come out again and--no, it was the other girl who had been gagged. He kept getting them confused. How had he stopped that other girl from screaming? His arm. Somehow he'd had it across her throat.
He shifted his position to move his arm toward her throat but it didn't seem to work this time. Some-how it was hard to keep his balance that way. So in-stead he slapped her again, harder this time.
"Shut up, for Christ's sake!" he growled. "Losing your cherry ain't going to kill you."
Kill you. The words struck a response somewhere deep in his befuddled brain. They echoed back and forth in time with his strokes as he drove his cock in and out of the girl's pussy, and he began to babble aimlessly.
"I might have to kill you too. I fucked another babe who screamed. Jesus, she was noisy! I killed her--I think. At least, somebody said so. Her name was Mary--Marie--something like that. Hell of a good lay. Nice big tits--but not as big as yours. And her cunt wasn't as tight as yours."
She had fallen silent with terror as he bragged of killing the other girl, and she lay motionless beneath him. Suddenly he slapped her again.
"Fight, you bitch!" he snarled. "Don't scream, but fight me. Shake your ass--let's see you try to get away!"
Obediently she began to struggle. Her nails had already drawn blood on his face, but now she was careful not to hurt him and arouse his anger. In-stead, she twisted her hips and tried to wiggle out from under him.
He laughed as he held her in place and mercilessly pounded his prick deeply into her.
"Yeah, bitch--that's it! Lift your ass--there, that's the way! God, your tits jiggle when you fight like that!"
He closed his hand on her breast, squeezing it in a cruel grip. Just in time she remembered his warning and choked back the scream that rose in her throat.
"Don't slow down, bitch! Hump your ass--no, lift it! That's better. Time it to match my strokes when I sink my cock in your pussy. Yeah, like that--fuck--fuck--fuck! Oh, Jesus!"
His body suddenly stiffened and he hung suspended for a moment. Beneath him, still afraid to disobey him, the girl continued lifting her hips, driving her cunt up at him. He felt the tight warm wall of her pussy sliding along his throbbing prick and he let out a yell as it pushed him over the edge. The come raced the length of his cock as he slammed it back deep into her cunt and he felt the heavy jets spurt far up inside her. He fucked in a frenzy, battering her body with a ferocity that made her breasts quiver and leap even more than they had before, and his prick was like a pile-driver that shoved her sever-al inches along the ground.
At last his cock gave a final jerk and one last burst shot into her pussy. Then with a groan, he fell for-ward on top of her and lay still.
The sudden silence was broken only by her sobs and, not knowing whether he was conscious or unconscious, she was afraid to move. For what seemed like an eternity to her, she lay motionless with his prick still buried in her cunt.
Finally, nearby, Harry moved. He groaned, sat up and rubbed his head. He stifled a curse as he saw the motionless bodies and picked up the club that Bruce had used on him. Crawling close, he swung it at Bruce's head. But it was only a glancing blow, toppling Bruce sideways and leaving him dazed, rather than a direct hit that might have knocked him out.
Still it gave Harry the time he needed. He snatched Doris' hand and yanked her to her feet.
"Come on, Doris!"
"My clothes!"
"The hell with them! We have to get to the car!"
He dragged the naked girl along by the hand and as Bruce moaned and rolled over he caught a glimpse of her bare ass before they dove into the car. As Bruce climbed unsteadily to his feet, he heard them start the motor. The tires spun and sent up a shower of dirt and then the car disappeared down the lane.
Bruce stuffed his cock back in his pants and closed his zipper. He wished he'd seen that punk kid coming before he'd clubbed him on the head, but at least he'd gotten to fuck the girl .before it happened. Christ, she was a sweet little piece of ass!
Still, his head hurt like hell and he was suddenly very dizzy and he wished it wasn't so far back to his car. He swore all the way back as he staggered along the path and bumped into numerous trees. And when he finally reached the car and wrenched open the door, he collapsed in the seat behind the wheel.
He couldn't have told how long he lay slouched there before he was roused by a bright light shining in his face. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, swearing under his breath at whoever held the flash-light. Then the light moved aside. He saw the uniform and wondered irritably what the cop wanted.
"How you get the scratches on your face?" asked the officer.
Panic swept over him. Those punk kids had called the cops and he'd been lying here in his car just waiting for them to come and get him. That bitch with the tight little cunt had been a hell of a good lay, but he was damned if he was going to get locked up for raping her!
In one swift motion he started the motor, threw the car into gear and took off with a suddenness that almost knocked the cop over. In his rearview mirror he saw the cop running to his car across the road, but he was out of sight before the police cruiser was turned around to head after him.
But his lead quickly evaporated. It was only moments before the headlights came into view behind him. And they were gaining swiftly.
If he'd been less drunk he would have known he was driving too fast, but now the only thought in his befuddled mind was to escape. He sent the car careening out of the park and twisting around sever-al turns until he didn't even know where he was. But still the headlights crept closer behind him. Then he found himself on a major highway leading out of the city and he stamped the accelerator to the floor.
Somehow, it was typical of Bruce that his last thought was of sex.
When he came to the sweeping curve with the concrete bridge abutments, he knew he wasn't going to make it. He was going to wreck his car and it all the fault of that little bitch with the tight pussy and the big tits for sending the cops after him. Damn her, anyway! He shouldn't have been so easy on her. If he ever got his hands on her again he'd screw the living hell out of her--maybe fuck her in the ass.
That was his final thought before he hit the abutment.