Chapter 5
Two weeks went by before Ralph fully recovered. It had happened so fast that he first thought it was a bad dream. But the blinding headache and the whiskey stained clothes were all too real.
Shit, boy, get hold of yourself. He staggered to the kitchen and made hot coffee. Good, strong coffee. Thick enough to cut with a knife.
It all started with Jennie, he thought. In one of his blind rages, he'd picked the girl up, brought her to the house and then ... The rest was too painful. He took a swallow of coffee, hacked, and took some more.
He remembered her plump, teenage flesh plopped on the table her sweet lips sucking noisily on his cock. Then the terrible screaming, and the explosion of stars turned the evening into a nightmare.
He drank more coffee.
Again he had defied society's archaic laws and given in to his ingrained lust. He felt guilty as hell after fucking Jackie, so guilty that he swore that he would not give in to temptation again. And he had almost succeeded. But just looking at his two cousins made a thrill flash through his body. It pulled him along, like the engine of a toy train. What was the saying, a hard cock had no conscience. He had to smile for no one knew better than he, the truth of the aphorism.
He spent the next two weeks purging his system. He made all the bars, picking up the girls who overlooked his haggard, unshaven face and rumpled clothes and saw the troubled man underneath it all.
They were strange girls who lived in a subterranean world, eons apart from the one he knew.
Sally Quinn was the first girl he met on his strange odyssey. An attractive blonde with an hourglass figure and piercing blue eyes, she worked the night shift at the local TV station. They exchanged small talk in a local shot-and-a-beer joint, but they clicked right away. She was researching a series on male chauvinism and was attracted to his views on the divine right of the male species.
That stuff went out with spats and garters," she snapped. Ralph didn't argue. Through the haze of guilt and excessive alcohol he was not about to argue. He said nothing, just nodding his head and drinking beers. Then he felt Sally's firm thigh rubbing against him. And more than just squirming. This girl was hot and ready. He looked down her plunging cleavage and stared at the two globe-like titties-staring back. The sickly sweet smell of deodorant and cunt lubricant drifted up to his nostrils. One minute they were hanging onto each other and the next, they were up in her plush apartment.
Ralph had her mouth on hers. His lips were wet and full and he sluiced her lush mouth with his tongue.
She was wildly wet, he knew that, and her breasts pressed against his pounding flesh. Suddenly she was screaming as his hands came down, ripping blouse and bra and pants with savage force.
His eyes burned into hers. She shivered before him, trembling with dread and fear. "Open my pants," he ordered. Hurriedly he pushed her to her knees so her frightened face was parallel with the throbbing bulge in his pants.
"Oh! Oh, no," she cried. But her fingers expertly parted the metal zippers, and then without him saying a word, she slipped the cock from the vent in his underwear.
"Suck!" he commanded. He lunged his hips and whether out of fear or secret sexual longing, Sally received his penis. It must have been a first time. She was still shaking all over like a thoroughbred before the Kentucky Derby, strong, supple muscles quivering every which way as Ralph pumped her face. "Suck harder!"
He felt a thrill flash through her body. And then another and another as the thick, hard meat drained the Women's Libber arrogance from her body. Her eyes were tightly closed and spit was drooling from her mouth as Sally valiantly tried to match his fervid cock stroking.
She seemed to melt all over his cock. Her clothes lay in tatters, her breasts full and heaving as the adrenalin pumped her fragile nervous system full of juice. Ralph gripped her hair and savagely brought her face back and forth against his shaft.
"You silly fucking cunt!" His harsh words echoed off the apartment walls. Her lips opened revealing the pleading blue eyes of a woman in the throes of an ungodly force.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours," the eyes told him. And he was going to answer her. He was going to tell her that yes, he would fuck her; that yes, his hot pole would soon slither up her love channel; but, no, the words never came to him because right then, hot sperm shot out of his pecker and raced down her throat. Her throat walls constricted around his bucking shaft. Her mouth was his. The terrified blue eyes seemed drained of life. His seed was pouring down her, filling the booze soaked lining of her stomach. And it never stopped. His balls flapped against her lower lips, squeezing more and more come juice into the girl's frightened face.
"Oh Great Fucking God In Wonderful Heaven!" He no longer cared about Jackie or Jennie or even this foolish little bitch from the TV station.
All that mattered to him right the, indeed all that mattered in the world was the deliberate draining of his balls into the girl's face. And when finally he was finished, and the last droplets of cock cream were shaken onto the licking tongue, he reluctantly pulled out his fast wilting cock.
"I'm sorry," he meant to tell her. But there seemed no point in apologizing. Now satisfied, he didn't really care what the little bitch thought. She was flopped on the floor, her thighs parted, her face staring in bewilderment. Seed dripped from her cheeks, a white pasty smear across her tear-streaked face. She was stunned from the savagery of his sexual advances, confused by the fury a man was capable of. Ralph thought the best thing to do was leave. Sally did not try to stop him as he flopped his cock back into his pants and stumbled to the door.
Ralph looked back at the shaken TV correspondent. He wanted to say something nice to take the edge off their brutal act. He remembered the now famous words of her network's most famous correspondent.
"And that's the way it was," he said.
Ralph was not always so cruel, however, and under his rough exterior lurked a sensitive human being. At least that's what several girls tried to tell him. But Ralph was too busy losing himself in alcohol and women to care what they said. He finished the hot coffee and poured another cup. His head still rocketed with pain, but it was bearable, he could live with it.
He turned to his bed and saw the blonde head of curls popping out of the covers. He scratched his head, vaguely wondering who the girl was.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said. The girl turned around and smiled. He didn't know what her name was, but from her face she couldn't be older than twelve.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
She pulled back the sheet and stood up. Totally naked! Ralph watched, reveling in her nakedness as she padded across the floor, wondering how it would feel to be nestled between her thighs once again.
His cock rose to attention, hard as a steel rod. He got up and followed her to the bathroom. Christ, she was beautiful, he thought, the most gorgeous thing he's seen in quite some time. He whipped into the John and saw her pissing nonchalantly. A sudden, terrifying urge overcame him watching the innocent young girl voiding her bladder. It scared him, and yet turned him on.
"Jesus, Mister what the fuck are you doing?" She was quite a talker this girl, full of vim and vinegar.
He pulled her up by the arms pits and dropped her down on his cock. The pain hurt enormously and the girl was feeling the pain too. She was screaming, but that didn't stop him from jamming her cunt hole down on his shaft.
Pee was running out of her like a broken faucet and the yellow fluid was spraying all over his chest and crotch. Not that Ralph cared for the girl's tight cunt sleeve slipped around his cock.
"Oooooo!! ! ! " she groaned. For inside the tightly bunched ring of cunt muscles was the long, moist love channel. She wiggled around his penis, pumping her agile hips up and down his shaft. The pee trickled into a puddle.
Betty Jane was fourteen, not twelve, and she was very experienced for her age. But nothing had prepared her for Ralph's unorthodox lovemaking. Within a few painful strokes, she was drenched in salty emission.
How can I do this? she asked herself. But what could she do when a man had his cock up her cunt and his arms dug into her butt cheeks and his mouth glued to her puckered titties. She squirmed, groaning and humping. Her quim was hot and itched terribly as the tube shaped cock slide in and out.
Betty Jane had met this strange man walking the street and though they had made love in half a dozen exotic ways during the night, she was still surprised by his sudden, unpredictable actions. Ralph was crazy and capable of doing anything, she thought. And that was okay with her!
I just wished he had used grease, or something, she thought. My cunt hole is raw as hamburger meat!
Her hips rolled against his shaft and the jarring shock of abrupt penetration had already started her to climax. And his mouth was doing pretty good working her red titties into a frantic state. Betty Jane was hot all right, hotter than her she'd been in all her fourteen years!
"Ah, please let me have your juice," She wasn't used to begging for satisfaction, but she was now.
His crank was doing wild things to her tush all right. "HurrrrryH!"
Ralph plunged down and felt his cockhead strike the bottom. It pounded against the end of her womb. The shock rocked both of them. He had held back on the little heifer because twelve inches of pecker was an awful lot for a little girl. But he jammed her hard and when he hit the pit of her womb he went wild. And so did she. Her cunt convulsed in an uncontrolled climax. The final blow had done it, and her sex tube was scalding hot around his cock, sucking him to oblivion.
"Goddamn coming!! " he bellowed, his balls aroused. And then he buried himself inside her slit. He bucked his hips and lunged with desperate finality. Then he went calm inside as his white semen sprayed jets of hot froth into her hole.
She fainted in his grasp, then revived, then fainted again. She humped her ecstatic twat around his cock. Her tiny tush sucked in his seed and when he was finished coming, and his cock slowly receded from her hole, he dropped her back to the toilet seat and walked out to the living room. Quickly he put on his clothes and walked out the door.
"Hey where you going," asked the girl, as he headed out into the morning's sunrise.
He didn't answer. His mind was elsewhere thinking of another girl, his own flesh and blood. Somewhere out there she was waiting for him. And he would find her.