Chapter 9
He was a bitter man, an angry man; a threat to society, himself and most directly to his two cousins Jackie and Jennie. Nothing had prepared him for the terrible loneliness of city life. After leaving his tiny farm, Ralph had turned to the city in his search for his two cousins. He had some money, not a great deal, but Ralph didn't need much to subsist on. A flea bag hotel became his home, and the nearby Rescue Mission afforded him meals. And even sex was provided at the hotel and he was proud that he did not have to pay for it.
It was a hooker flop house to which the girls brought their tricks. Run strictly on the cheap, with no guards and protection, it was a natural for a bust. Ralph made a deal with the owner: give him a pick of the crowd and he'd take care of any trouble that stopped by.
So with his needs taken care of, Ralph went on the streets looking for his two cousins. It wasn't easy. He didn't have the first notion where the two sisters might be. But he wasn't dumb. The summer was in full bloom, they weren't at home and they both needed money to live on. Ralph had checked with the local hospital, nursing homes, medical center, research centers, University medical schools and local pharmacies. The people he talked to were polite (except a nasty orderly at Mercy hospital who suffered a broken collar bone because of his surliness), but they had not seen his cousin.
The next step was to check out local massage parlors, brothels, fast food chains and short order restaurants. He was halfway through the yellow pages when he got his first clue. It came in the form of a semi-nude girl screaming down the hall. She was followed in quick succession by four grimy, foul-talking young men.
Ralph dropped the phone receiver and stumbled off after the crowd. He turned a corner just in time to see the pursuers duck into the girl's room. Quickly he followed after first taking down a metal fire extinguisher from the wall. Approaching the girl's locked door, he could hear them still going strong. Now, a fire extinguisher was not much of a weapon, but it worked well for battering down locked hotel doors. He caught one youth squarely across the chops with the metal end, and as he fell screaming to the floor, Ralph was already spinning and swinging. He caught a second youth on the shoulders. A rising leg kick caught him squarely in the crotch. He crumbled next to his friend. Two other terrified lads took the signal and ran from the room before Ralph got nasty. Which left only the one boy on the bed. He was the last and most vulnerable. His erect penis thrust from his naked loins, only inches from the moist target of the girl's willing mouth. If the situation had been slightly different, Ralph would have cut out right then and let the sultry little blonde get on with her blow job. But he was mad, raging mad. He dragged the youth from the room, pants down, kicking him as they headed towards the stairs.
"What a way to end a vacation," the boy said dejectedly. "I get fired from a boys camp and then get bounced from a good piece of ass. It's just not my day."
"And understatement if I ever hear one," muttered Ralph. The elevator opened and he lofted the youth into the crowded car. Ralph watched with no trace of humor on his face as the doors closed quietly. "Sorry about my exposed cock ladies and gentlemen," the boy was saying.
When he returned to the room, the girl was still recovering from shock. She was sprawled on the unmade bed, her breasts exposed through the peek-a-boo blouse and her slinky dress hanging around her skinny knees. Ralph looked at the perfect "O" of her mouth, marveling at her thick, red lips and clean sparkling teeth. She was a piece of ass all right, with a sexy mouth that made his cock hard just to look at.
It would be child's play to force himself on the girl. Just recovering from a traumatic experience, she was in no condition to defend herself. But Ralph did not enjoy raping girls unless he had drunk too much or if they wouldn't put out. He liked giving them a chance before pouncing.
"Did you know those goons," he asked trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, the one you kicked in the nuts was my brother," she answered. The girl watched his eyebrows shoot up and the cheery smile dip into a frown. "Naw, it wasn't what you think. He was just going to watch, honest."
For several minutes they bantered back and forth. It was pointless conversation that was getting Ralph nowhere as far as sex was concerned. He really dug her mouth. The lips puckered when she talked; it was almost like an invitation to stick his wand down her throat and pump her throat full of juice.
"He worked in a summer camp up North," she said. "In a kitchen. Got thrown out for screwing one of the campers."
"Jesus, that's sick all right," Ralph said. "Probably deserved getting the boot."
"Yeah, the nurse caught them," she laughed. "It was her sister in fact. I guess they were getting it on in the hospital or infirmary, whatever you call it."
The word nurse struck a bell. Could it be that he had inadvertently discovered his sister's whereabouts in this floozy's bedroom. He hated to estimate the chances of such an occurrence without the help of a computer, but the odds must be phenomenal. He turned the thought over in his mind and found it very appealing. Jackie hated city life; she really pined for the beauties of the great outdoors..
Lost in thought, an unusual experience for Ralph Anderson, he forgot about the girl.
"Hey buddy!" she shouted.
He turned to see her smiling face. Young and bright she was, with plump cheeks and a slim waist. Her breasts hung like ripe fruit; two symmetrical globes with ruby red nipples capping them off.
"Thanks for saving me from those guys," she squirmed her legs out so her torso was supported by her hands.
Ralph moved toward her unsteadily. "Sure, that's okay, anytime," he said, still thinking of his cousins hiding somewhere up at a summer camp. He was thinking about Jennie, wondering how she would feel again between his legs when he found himself staring straight into the open face of the young hotel trollop.
"Glad I could help," he muttered, his mind working slowly, and then he was on her. His mouth swooped down on her breasts and his hand ripped at her crotch. In a few seconds he had turned from a glacier into a volcano of smoldering sex.
At least the girl thought so. She wanted to be fucked. She needed it. That was all that mattered to her. And she eagerly accepted the coarse brutal caresses of the rumpled, unshaven man before her.
There was a tearing of old clothing, and a gasp here and there followed quickly by a squeaking of bed springs as Ralph plunged his cock into the soft cunt dough of her sex loaf
"Ohhhhh, mister," she said. "You really know how to treat a girl."
If he was stimulating her it was purely accidental. Ralph was too busy fulfilling his own sexual needs. His cock went in and out of her sucking hole like a greased pole. It didn't seem to matter that he had not sucked her cunt lips first, or toyed with her ass cheeks or even kissed her cherry red nipples. He had gone from talking to fucking with no build up in between. And that was okay with the little hooker.
She was used to unusual sex and if he dug going straight for the goodies that was all right with her. Cause his cock was rooting around her hole with skill and assuredness. This old ass really knew how to make a girl happy.
"Give it to me," she cried. "All of it. Oh, I really love the feeling of your hot pecker inside me. Jesus, I go through the roof."
She tightened her grip around his waist and squeezed desperately against him, pulling his pecker deeper and tighter into her, holding him so that not a twitch of his powerful hips was lost.
The girl's quim was on fire. His cock filled her to the brim and as he assaulted her parted cunt lips with long lascivious thrusts, she started to scream.
"I'm begging, stranger. Do it! God, give it to me. Make my pussy come alive! Yesss! Really alive!! "
Ralph was giving the usual fuck job without much thinking about the girl's pleasure. She was wiggling all over him and her nails were gouging red tracks along his back. Her pumping hips and cries for satisfaction fell on his deaf ears. He was thinking about another girl, and another place. Then suddenly his nut pouch puffed up with semen, as his cock, egged on by the memory of past exploits, turned him into a fucking machine.
"You want bad!" he said, jacking her hips off the bed. "Then go for it. Really fuck your brains out!"
His pecker sandpapered the smooth walls of her cunny. Her butt cheeks bounced against the bed from the force of his thrusts. She felt him, bouncing, and throwing and heaving every atom of his being into her wetting snatch. She had been fucked hard and thoroughly before, but this country yokel was really sluicing her trough. His cock ripped and butchered her resistance and then he jackknifed up high and slammed his cock down hard from above.
"Comming AhhhhhhH Take it cunt!" His juice exploded into her battered crack filling her satiated body with wonderful spurts of cock cream.
She groaned in ecstasy as he unleashed his load. She felt his wonderful warmth all the way to the back of her ass and up her spine. His come sent shivers racing through every nerve in her body. She hurt in places that she didn't know existed.
"Holy smoke, stranger," she gasped. "That was some work out. I never thought you'd get off and that's the truth."
Ralph had not been sure until the last instant. He was preoccupied with the whereabouts of his two cousins. At least he was fairly certain the two girls were his cousins. The summer was nearly half over; undoubtedly they would still be there. Already his mind was working out the details of their reunion. Things had to be said, apologies given: he was certain exactly what would happen.
"Hey, mister, you need company?" the young hooker asked. She was still on the bed, her breast flushed from her orgasm. A widening dark stain darkened her dress. She looked abused, humiliated and-wildly satisfied.
"Hey look at my pussy," she said.
"I already did," he answered, "and it was a lovely thing if I must say so."
"Yeah, well not all of you seems convinced."
And the worthless little trollop was right. His cock was fully erect only minutes after dowsing the hussy with his sperm. "Jesus," she said meekly. Then bending down to her, Ralph planted a wet kiss on her lips that sent shivers running up and down her spine.
The little hooker had never met a man so overtly sexual before. He was a dream come true, a powerfully built stud who could keep her pussy warm and active all through the night. Three years on the street had failed to produce such a stud; now that she had one, it seemed pointless to let him out of her life so quickly.
"Maybe, you want something from little ol' Trixie," she said. She wiggled seductively, pumping her hips and giving Ralph an excellent shot at her wet beaver.
"He's wet and stinky, but he can be lots of fun," she giggled.
Ralph moved slowly over to her. His balls were drained, but he had other ideas.
"okay, Miss Cunthole, you've convinced me," he said. It was hard to get his mind off her fantastic little crotch. Her soft pussy seemed to wink back at him, like a mischievous little animal trapped between her legs.
He rolled onto her chest and sank down so his cock nestled between her thighs. He could feel his cold sperm congealing around her pussy mouth along with generous portions of cunt grease.
"You want seconds?" he asked her.
"Especially seconds," she said. "Maybe thirds if you feel man enough."
There are lots of things that upset teenage girls, but sex is rarely one of them. Girls like this, thought Ralph, loved using it while they still have it. Trixie was a complicated girl with a sordid history he didn't want to hear about. So to keep things mellow and to satisfy a sexual kink ke'd long nutured, Ralph plugged the girl's hole once more.
Once again, her cunt heated up as his dick pounded away. She really loved his cock and he felt the soft sleeve of her twat sucking on his shaft with glorious delight. For several moments the only sounds were those coming from the in and out motion of his cock.
Then Trixie began her climax. Her womanly scent filled the room and her flesh became unbearably hot. She humped and thrust against his shaft. She groaned and begged for the force of his penis slamming against her hole. Her drenched pubic hair made squishing noises when he fucked her.
All of this, done with passionate conviction that she, Trixie might rejuvenate the rogue stud and make his erection again bloom like a Springtime flower.
And she was right-though she hardly expected him to keep jamming her pussy until shock waves reverberated through her channel. Nor did she expect for him to keep hammering away at her slit until long after her orgasm, screaming obscenities and curses in his ears.
"Here it is, just what you wanted," he yelled. He whipped his dick from her hole and let fly: a long stream of hot, yellow urine splashed down her body.
The girl was speechless; she didn't know what to say as the pee splashed her breasts and waist. It was beyond her comprehension that a man was capable of such a thing. But Ralph only kept going, his cock drenching her young cunt and the rest of her body with yellow fluid. He traced a design on her white flesh and when his bladder was finally empty she was soaked from head to foot.
"How was that for something really different?" he said.