Chapter 8
Brother Rapist
One of the preachings of the new women's lib-erationists is that rape is not an act of sexual lust at all, but an act of hatred-man against woman. No doubt this is true in some cases at least, especially where the act is accompanied by more physical abuse than would seem to be necessary merely to accomplish the sex act. Sometimes rape is used as an act of revenge, either against one specific woman, or against the whole female sex in general, with the unfortunate victim playing only a symbolic part in the sadistic ritual.
The case that follows started off with a particularly violent rape. Trudy, a young schoolgirl, was waylaid on a dark street, dragged into a cellar, tied up and blindfolded by a man she claimed she never got a good look at, and then raped and savagely beaten, according to the evidence and her testimony.
The police were baffled at first in hunting for a likely suspect. The girl seemed to have no obvious enemies in the rather small town. Except for her younger brother, Roger-ha ha. Everybody had heard him say often enough how much he hated his stupid shit of a sister, and he wished she'd drop dead. But that was only kidding around, wasn't it? A lot of boys talk about their sisters that way, don't they? It's crazy to think that any boy would beat up and rape his own sister, isn't it? Or is it?
Acting on a hunch, a police investigator checked the boy's fingerprints against those found on the cellar window, and he was not too surprised to find that they matched. Further digging turned up traces of Trudy's blood on her brother's clothes, and scratches on Roger's neck and forearms that might have been caused by his sister's fingernails. Inconclusive evidence-but when confronted with it, Roger calmly confessed the whoie thing.
He was never prosecuted for his double crimes of incest and rape, but instead was turned over to juvenile authorities and sent to a detention home for psychiatric study and treatment.
The following highly emotional and sometimes violent account of how and why he plotted and executed the rape-beating of his sister has been transcribed verbatim in all its lurid detail from Roger's first two interview sessions with one of the staff psychiatrists at the juvenile center.
Case 3 Roger K.
Roger—I had plenty of reasons to do it, dont worry. She got exactly what was coming to her, that cunt! I should've killed her, actually, instead of just beating the crap out of her the way I did.
Psych.—You also raped her, don't forget.
What was the reason for that?
Roger—She was begging for that too. She thinks she's such a hot shit, with those big cow-tits of hers. The way she flaunts them all the time in front of everybody. She never wears a bra or anything—parades herself all over town with just a thin little tee-shirt covering her, and her goddam oversized boobs flopping all over the place for everybody to see. She might just as well go around completely topless, for chrissakes! She loves getting all the boys bug-eyed and horny over her, but then if anybody wants to take her out on a date, she gives them the big freeze—thinks she's too good for them. Only goes out with little fairies that she can wind around her little finger and know they'll never dare to lay a hand on her precious body. Then all the guys in school get pissed off at me, just because my goddam sister's a fucking cock-tease. Shaking her loose boobs and swinging her fat ass in everybody's face, but she's too chicken to let anybody come close enough to sample the merchandise.
So all day long I have to listen to guys making dirty remarks about her big tits and everything, and saying how they would love to give that stuck-up bitch the royal screwing she's been sucking around for. Talk, talk, talk, though-that's all it is. None of those guys ever had enough balls to actually sock it to her like she deserved.
That's why I decided to do a job on her myself -that fucking cunt. I gave her what was coming to her, by God, and I sure as hell ain't even a little bit sorry.
Psych.-Are you quite sure that it was only hate that motivated you? Or could it be that there was a sexual attraction there that you don't want to admit?
Roger-WHAT?!!-are you kidding, man? Why you-you dirty-minded old son of a bitch! I-I-you PRICK-you cocksucker!!
NOTE:-At this point of the interview, Roger went completely berserk in a furious rage, and had to be restrained by two attendants.
Later in the week, however, in a second session with the same psychiatrist, he behaved quite calmly, and was perfectly willing to discuss the subject of his sex feelings towards his sister, frankly and unemotionally.
Roger-Sure, I admit it. I used to peek in at her in the bathroom when she was taking a bath and get very horny over her from seeing her bare titties and pussy-so what? I was just a little kid then, and it didn't take much to get me roused up. She was the first girl I'd ever seen bare-ass, that's all. It wasn't that she was all that sexy to me, for chrissakes. I hated her just as much then as I do now. Spying on her was just a chance to get a free look at some tits and cunt, that's all.
Psych.-Did you masturbate while you were watching her?
Roger-What kind of a question is that? So what if I did? That's normal under the circumstances, ain't it? Don't try to make a big deal out of it like I was secretly in love with my own sister or something. Yuk!
Psych.-The fact remains that you did rape her, after all. It's not uncommon for a boy to beat up his sister, if he dislikes her very much. But stripping her nude, biting her breasts until they're black and blue all over, and raping her at least three times in a frenzy of hot passion is a little bit out of the ordinary for a boy who swears he has no sex feelings at all towards her and finds her "as ugly as a pig."
Roger-I don't know why the hell I did it. I wasn't thinking about sex at all, actually. I just wanted to hurt her, that's all. The only reason I fucked her was to punish her.
NOTE:-In order to get a clearer insight into Roger's true feelings towards his sister, and the real motivations of his bizarre sex-crime against her, the psychiatrist persuaded the boy to describe the entire episode of the attack in detail, including a recollection of all his feelings every step of the way, insofar as he could recall them. The transcript of his hair-raising account follows. As it grows progressively more and more impassioned and erotic in its detail, Roger's story clearly reveals the existence of what he had tried to deny-deep feelings of incestuous lust towards his sister, that obviously had been simmering deep in his subconscious, underneath the surface hate, only to burst explosively to the surface in the violent act of sexual assault that he committed upon her body.
Roger-I didn't start out with nothing special in mind about her that particular night. I don't know how I got to following her down the street -it just would happen lots of times. I used to follow her quite a lot around town, just checking on what kind of shit she was up to. Trying to catch her doing something sneaky, so I could get her in trouble and fix her ass.
I was real good at keeping out of sight, so she never realized I was tailing her. She's so fucking stupid, though, I could've walked down the street just a couple of steps behind her and she wouldn't even have known I was there, that dumb cunt.
That night she was wearing this big flowing cape that she'd just bought for herself-a dumb-looking thing with huge purple flowers splashed all over it. She thought it was really something sensational, for chrissakes, but I told her once that it made her look like a pregnant elephant, which was the truth.
Anyway, it gave me an idea of coming up behind her, grabbing onto the cape and throwing it up over her head. It would scare the shit out of her, I figured. She'd think I was some murderer or mad raper or something that had snuek up on her, and she'd screech and yell like hell. But with that fucking cape over her head, she wouldn't hardly be able to make a sound that anybody could hear.
That's all the plan I had in mind at first-not really to do no raping on her or nothing like that. Just to belt her a couple of good ones-kick her fat ass-give her a bloody nose-make her shit her goddam pants-and then run like hell before she even knew what hit her. But you already know that things didn't exactly turn out that way. I don't know what happened, really. I guess I sort of got carried away, once the whole thing got started. One thing led to another before I even realized it.
She was heading down this kind of dark street, about two blocks from where we live, and I had already figured out that that would be the best place to waylay her, where there wouldn't be a goddam soul around to see it happen. I ran down a side alley and hopped a fence, and then came back around to hide between a couple of buildings and wait until she passed that spot.
I crouched down low in the dark shadows there, and as soon as I heard her footsteps come past, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of her cape, jumped up, and threw it over her head, just like I'd planned to do. No problem at all. I had her completely by surprise, and the fucking cloak was over her face before she even had a chance to let out a peep. Right away I got my arm around her neck and clamped it tight, so it was just like her fucking head was shut up inside a bag.
She started struggling and kicking like mad, but I had a good lock on ber and she was pretty fucking helpless. I could heai- these oomph-aargh!-noises coming from her, but she was too muffled up to be able to get off any kind of a scream that somebody could hear.
I began finger-poking her with my free hand -jabbing her ribs and belly and tits-giving her real good hard shots to knock the wind out of her and scare her good. She was scratching at my face and trying to kick me with her pointy shoes, but I got off three or four good heel and toe kicks myself at her knees and shins and ass, and that put a stop to her funnyrstuff pretty fucking quick.
I was pretty surprised, though, when one of my hand-chops caught her on the side of the neck in just the right spot, and' like magic her whole body went limp on me. It was like I was trying to hold up a big flip-floppy bag of beans.
Ooh toow! I thought. I really knocked her out.
I knew she couldn't be hurt real bad, just from the little shot I'd given her. I probably just hit on a particular nerve by accident.
But then I started getting a whole brand new set of ideas in my head for the first time. I hadn't thought about it before, but we happened to be right beside this old rundown tenement building that us kids used to use the basement of for a secret meeting place, and a couple of times we took girls down there for sex parties. There was a way of crawling in through a window, down the alley, that hardly anybody knew about.
So, I thought, why not really do the job up right? Take this fucking Trudy, now that she's dead to the world, and drag her down into that cellar. Then go away and leave her there. When she wakes up, she won't have any fucking idea where the heH she is. In that dark, clammy place, she'll realty be scared shitless. What a beautiful idea!
I dropped her down onto the ground and grabbed her under the arms then, and started dragging her up the alleyway between the buildings. It was a tight squeeze, getting her fat ass in through the little window, but I finally made it, and then crawled in after her.
It wasn't exactly pitch dark in there. There was a street lamp in the alley outside, and it threw enough light in the window so that you could see what you were up to okay. Now that I had her inside, though, I wasn't too sure what else I should do. Just leave her there and split? Beat up on her some more and leave her with a couple of black eyes?
Then I thought-WOW!-why not make it look like she'd got raped? That's the first time I'd even thought about the raping idea-no shit. What I would do is, rip the shit out of her clothes, tear her panties off, leave her practically naked, with her legs all sprawled way wide apart, like somebody'd been putting it to her. Slit, man! She'd think somebody must've raped her while she was knocked out. I laughed out loud at the sweet idea. I only wished I could be there to see her face when she woke up and seen the condition she was in.
The whole scheme was getting better and better, and I just couldn't hardly wait to get on with it. She might wake up again any minute, was another thing to think about, and I sure wanted to be already finished and gone when she did come around. So I didn't waste no more time. I pulled off her cape and then went to work on her dress. At first I was just gonna unzip it in the back and rip it off the shoulder a little, but then I decided to go whole hog and take it off her all the way-really get down to the nitty gritty. In fact, why not strip her completely bare-ass! Shit, baby-that was it!
This is when I got a big fat hard-on for the first time, I remember. Right at the exact moment when I made that big decision, and it sort of caught me by surprise. All of a sudden the idea of peeling her right down to the skin had me all sweaty and trembly, I noticed. What the hell kind of shit was this? I couldn't believe that I was actually feeling sexy thoughts about this goddam bitch of a sister of mine.
I decided it must be just that I was getting carried away with the idea of being a mad raper, maybe. That made more sense. I'd forget all about Trudy being my sister-make believe she was some strange chick that I grabbed on a dark street, and that I was a wild sex maniac that was just looking for any old female body to beat upon, and any old cunt to fuck. No more problems for me then, once I got it all straightened out like that in my head.
So then I went right to work on her-no more wasted time. I got the dress off her in nothing flat-rip rip rip-and then I went at her bra. That gave me a kind of a problem, because I wasn't used to unhooking girls' bras, but I yanked at it and twisted it around until I finally got it loose from her tits, and then I pulled it off completely over her head.
And wow! I couldn't believe how I was shaking all over when them huge boobies of hers came flip-flopping out and were wallowing around there right in front of my eyes, all white and soft and quivery, with the big brown nipples like two buils'-eyes, dead center on two targets. I grabbed a couple of great big fet handfuis for myself and squeezed down on them as hard as I could, and Jesus!-my prick was already so freaked-out inside my pants that I thought for sure I was gonna pop my nuts right then and there.
But just then, Trudy started to stir around, and she let out a little grunty noise. It looked like the bitch was gonna come awake on me any second and fuck up the whole operation just when it was getting started. I had to do something drastic in a hurry or I was in big trouble.
Tie her up and blindfold her!-that was the thing to do. Then it wouldn't matter if she was awake or not. I could take my sweet time and do any fucking thing I wanted to. But there wasn't no time to lose. Quick quick quick, man. I didn't have no rope or nothing, so I'd have to rip her dress into strips, I figured, and use that for tying up and blindfolding both.
I was lucky it was just thin cloth, that tore real easy. First I got a wide strip off the bottom end, doubled it over and wrapped it around her eyes. By that time she had started making louder noises, and I was scared that she'd all of a sudden come wide awake and start screeching her goddam lungs out and really make trouble, so I decided I'd better gag her too, while I was at it. I ripped off one little sleeve from the dress and stuffed that in her mouth, and then I tied another strip around the lower part of her face to hold the gag in there, leaving her nose free, so she could breathe.
Now all that was left was to tie her hands behind her, and no problem at all about that. As far as her feet were concerned, I wasn't gonna bother about tying them at all. She wasn't about to jump up and run away on me, not while I was right there to grab her if she tried it. And if she started any kicking at me again, I'd just give her a few kicks right back with the heel of my shoe, like before, and that'd put an end to that bullshit.
But actually she didn't make no trouble at all for me, when she woke up again. All she did was shiver a little bit and make some oogh-oogh noises, but I poked my finger at her mouth and slapped her face a couple of times to give her the idea that she should shut up or else, and I guess she took the hint. I couldn't talk to her •at all, of course, or she would have known my voice right away, even if I tried to disguise it.
But I was having a new set of fits now from the sight of her bare boobs jangling around in the dim light. When she first woke up and sort of half-turned over, her two big titties rolled from one side of her chest to the other, quivering like jelly bags as; they went, and the sight of them big fat cow udders wallowing around all naked like that just made me weak in the knees and shaky all over.
I think that's the exact point where I first started thinking about not just scaring the shit out of her, like I'd planned, but actually giving her a real fucking! What if I really raped her -honest to God?
In fact, now that she was wide awake and knew what was happening, I had to rape her, didn't I-to make the whole thing look convincing? The only other alternative was to knock her out again, so she wouldn't know whether she'd got raped or not when she finally woke up. But shit!-now that the idea had come into my head of actually socking my cock up her pussy, I was bound I was gonna go through with it to the absolute end, by God. Fuck her goddam cunt royally, now that I had her all set up for it, stripped down, hog-tied, and helpless.
And these tits-Jesus! They had me out of my skull. I sure as hell was gonna have some sweet fun for myself giving them a good healthy workout in the bargain. I could have every kind of sexy fun and games I'd ever dreamed of for as long as I wanted to, and that fucking snotty cunt sister of mine would get a royal rough fucking and a good whacking around that she wouldn't forget in a hurry. -- The first thing to do, though, before I started in on her, was to get her body completely bare-ass naked. At that point she still had on her panties and one shoe-the other one had got lost out in the alley, I guess-but I got rid of them last couple of items in a hurry. When I dragged the panties down, she kicked her legs around quite a lot, like I'd figured she would, but I rolled her over and gave hej a couple of real good boots on the bare ass-end that cooled her down pretty sudden.
Then she started making whimpery noises through the gag, but I cut that short too with a good belt across the face that damn near put her in cuckoo-land again.
Now finally I had her laying there at my feet, completely stark bare-ass. Everything right out in the open. Even with just the dim light that there was, I could see that her body was glossy all over with sweat. I guess I was probably sweating just as much too, cause it was pretty hot and stuffy in that cellar. It was funny, though, to see Trudy sweating and shivering all at the same time, like she was feeling hot and cold both at once.
I just stood there for awhile, getting my breath back, having myself a real good look at her raw naked body. She sure had grown up some since the last time I peeked at her in the bathroom. Her boobs I already mentioned, but her ass was something else too. Rounded out real nice. And her pussy was all fuzzed over with a big bush of hair now--lots more than before. I also noticed there were a few black and blue marks on her white hide here and there-places where I'd kicked her, mostly-and I thought, you fucking cunt, you're gonna have lots more bruises than that on you before I get done with you.
I went down onto my knees then, and moved myself in between her legs, forcing them to open up for me. That started her whimpering and thrashing around again, because I guess she was figuring the big rape was just about to get under way, but I didn't let it bother me this time. Let her moan and struggle-she couldn't actually do a fucking thing to help herself. I had her right in the palm of my fucking hand, by God!
I grabbed her knees and shoved them way out on both sides of me, spreading her crotch way wide open, and there was her fucking pussy-slit, staring me right in the face, all pink and juicy and wide open for business. Jesus-did I have myself a hard-on! I couldn't hardly wait another second. I absolutely had to fuck her right then!
I tore open the front of my pants and let them drop down, and then I threw myself on top of her and rammed my big stiff up between her legs, feeling for the hole. She was bucking and heaving like a bastard-throwing her hips and ass all around, trying to keep me from getting into her-but that just made it all the hairier fun for me. I laid my prick-head into her pussy-area and managed to ride it up inside the slot after a couple of misses. Then I shoved forwards with all my weight to drive it home, and I cruised that old cock right up the tunnel until it was completely buried in her fuck-hole, my cock-hair squashed against her cunt-hair, and my balls draped down over the crack of her ass. Jesus, man! I was in her! My cock ivas up Trudy's cunt at long last!
I was looking forward to giving her a real long, drawn out, rough, tough fucking-ram my prick up her pussy like a fucking pile driver and pound it raw-no shit! No such luck, though. Just the thought of it in my imagination was too much. Before I could even get started driving it home, this hot flood came swooping up in my prick, and I shot off my whole goddam load in about ten seconds.
Jesus, that pissed me off! Now I'd have to wait awhile to get a good hard-on again, and start all over from scratch. But that didn't stop me from taking it out on this bitch in the meantime. It was her fault I popped my nuts too quick. Her fault! Everything was her goddam fault!
I started belting the shit out of her then. Whack whack whack! Rocking her head from side to side-slapping her boobs around. Then I flopped down flat onto her and started biting one boob with my teeth, like I was chomping on a great big hunk of fat meat. I really gave it to both her tits, man-biting and chewing all over those goddam fat monsters, and pulling and pinching the hell out of her nipples with my teeth.
And, by Jesus, the more I went at it, the more riled up I got. In no time at all I had a brand-new hard-on again, but I wasn't in such a big hurry to run it up her cunt again right away. As a matter of fact, I was giving her cunt a pretty rough time just with my hands now, along with the biting business.
First I ran one finger way up into her slot and gave her a pretty good poking for awhile, and then I switched to two fingers-then three-and finally I managed to actually wedge my whole goddam hand up inside her pussy, all five fingers! I squeezed it into a fist inside there and started twisting it around. Wow, man-pretty weird thing! I never had no idea before that you could get your whole goddam fist completely inside a girl's cunt that way and actually give a fist-fuck. Man, I had that son of a bitch up in there all the way to the goddam wrist! Giving her cunt holy hell.
But after I'd kept that up for awhile, along with giving both her boobs a pretty good all-over chomping, I felt like I was ready to run my prick up her cunt one more time, and try to get some long mileage out of it this time.
So I unplugged my fist from her pussy and got back into position to give her a standard shafting. There was no problem at all getting the cock in the hole this time, after my fist had plowed the way for it. I slipped up inside her in a.second, and right away began humping on her real hot and heavy. The way our bellies were sweated-up, they were riding against each other like they was lubricated-real nice and slick -and it started off as a super-smooth and easy-riding fuck from the very beginning.
Wham-bam!-I gave it to her good and rough, man. My prick was hard as a rock again, and I was driving it home like a goddam piston plunging up and down in a cylinder, with my balls beating out a red-hot rhythm against the crack of her ass with every pump I made.
And everything sure worked beautiful, this second time around. No quick pop. It lasted and lasted forever. It felt like I had me a permanent hard-on, and I didn't ever want to quit.
After awhile, though, I wasn't just satisfied to fuck the shit out of her cunt-I wanted some side-diversions too. So I went to work again with my hands on other parts of her. Each time I'd ram home my prick right to the roots, I'd also give her a sharp little finger-jab, on all different parts of her body. I gave it to her in the gut, the knees, her ass, her boobs, her throat, her nose -every goddam place! Sometimes left-handed --sometimes right-and sometimes both hands jabbing her at once in two different places. It was a fucking laugh-riot! She was twisting and writhing all over the place underneath me, really freaked out-not knowing where the hell she was gonna get jabbed next.
Then when I got tired of that, finally, I started in pinching her. That was even more of a kick for me. Giving her little nips with my fingernails, all over the same kind of places where I'd been finger-jabbing her before. And she would wiggle and jerk herself around even more from the pinches than she had done with the poking. I must've been really driving her ape-shit.
Doing real mean things to her tits, though, was the best fun of all. After awhile I quit all the other shit except for the pussy-fucking, which went on and on all through this, and I just concentrated on her boobs. I already had them marked up pretty good from alHhe biting I'd done on them before, and I'm telling you, they must've been plenty tender by that time.
It was a big kick to take a pinch-grip on both her big rubbery nipples and then pull them out, stretching her boobs about a foot away from her chest, and then swing both tits around in circles. You should've seen these huge lardy bags of hers wallowing around and around, shivering and quivering all over the place like a couple of earthquakes in action.
Then I pressed the palms of my hands down flat against them and started rolling her boobs all around, seeing how far they would spread in every direction. The funniest thing was when I pushed them all the way up to her face, and pressed them in against both her cheeks. It was pretty weird to see her face all squashed in between her own boobs like that. There's not too many girls around that've got boobs big enough or stretchy enough so you could do that to them.
My prick was getting close to popping off again by this time, and all of a sudden I got the idea of pulling it out of her pussy and running off the rest of the fuck between her soft tits, instead of up her cunt. Fucking her boobs seemed like a beautiful idea, so I quit humping her down below and brought my prick up to tit-level. I squatted down on her ribs, laid my cock flat out between her boobs, and then picked them up in both hands and pressed them in tight around my pecker. Then I started rocking my ass, and rolling them two handfuls of titty-flesh around all over my cock while I was jiving it up and down between them. Ooh, man-it was good!
It didn't take too long for that action to pay off either. My prick exploded pretty quick, shooting a huge flood of come all over her boobs, and afterwards, just for fun, I smeared the milky goo all around on her tits, completely covering them with a coating of it. It probably felt good to her, having that warm shit spread around on her beat-up tits that way, after all the heavy squeezing and biting and stretching and pinching they'd been through.
But I wasn't worrying too much about how she felt. It was my feelings I was interested in. I was looking for new kinds of things to do to her that would give me new kinds of kicks. My prick was in a permanent freaked-out state now, it looked like. Even after I shot off my nuts on her boobs, it was still every bit as hard as ever and raring to go again.
I wanted to fuck her face with it now-make her give me a goddam blowjob-but to do that I'd have to take the gag off her mouth, and I didn't know if that was such a good idea.
But I decided to do it anyhow. She'd been laying there pretty quiet lately, and not making no noises at all except for hard breathing, so I figured maybe I'd finally knocked all the fight out of her and it was safe to nnwrap her fly-trap. After all, she couldn't do no screaming with a big fat cock stuffed in her mouth. My prick would be just as good as a gag, as far as keeping her quiet.
So I unwrapped her mouth and pulled the gag out, and then I waited a second to see if she would try to yell or anything, all set to clamp my hand over her face if she did. But she only gulped air a couple of times and then said in a little whispery voice, "What are you gonna do now?"
That took me by surprise. I got the funny feeling from the tone of her voice that she was more curious than she was scared about what was gonna jiappen to her next. All of a sudden I got a horrible suspicion that this fucking cunt was enjoying all the stuff I'd been doing to her. Jesus Christ Almighty! What the hell was she -some kind of a freak that got kicks out of being mauled around and raped real rough? It could be-I wouldn't put nothing past her. For all I know, she could've gone out walking alone nights just hoping something like this would happen to her, for chrissakes. I'd heard about weird chicks like that, that ain't happy unless they're getting whacked around.
Well that just pissed me off all the more, and I was bound I would give it to her even rougher than I had been doing, if that was the way she wanted it.
She was just opening her mouth to say something else then, but I cut her short with a couple of good whacks across the jaw, and then I plopped my belly down over her face, pried her mouth wide open, and stuffed my prick inside, I was planning to sort of squeeze her lips in around it and then ram it up and down her throat, just like I was fucking a cunt, but she surprised hell out of me and stopped me cold by what she started doing.
As soon as my prick got inside her mouth, she began licking on the head of it with her tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was really shook. I hadn't ever had my prick sucked before, but she obviously had done it to men's pricks plenty of times, or else how the fuck would she know how to do it like this?
I was bullshit mad! Up to now I had thought everything was going along perfect-that T was really giving her holy hell and making her suffer, just like I'd planned to-but now she was stirring around underneath me, and gobbling and slurping on my prick, all juicy-mouthed and drooly, I had to believe that she loved sucking cock. I had a good mind to pull it right back out of her again, just for that. Give it to her up the ass instead, and see how she like it that way.
But the trouble was, it was beginning to feel real good to me, having her tongue flutter around on the head-end of my prick, tickling it like crazy. Man, that was some freaky sensation! Better even than screwing a pussy. So I left it where it was and let her go on doing her tongue-job on it.
But all the time while I was loving the feeling of it and coming closer and closer to another big nut-pop, I was hating that bitch all the more for what she was doing. Some sister!-giving suck-offs to complete strangers! How did she know who I was? Maybe I was somebody with a dirty disease, or something. And there she is, licking away on my cock like it's a tasty hunk of bologna. What a pig! She was even worse than I'd thought she was.
With all them mixed feelings riling me up inside, I shot my load pretty quick this time, and when I did, I just left my prick right where it was, inside her mouth, and let the jism-juice go spurting down her throat in big torrents. Let her swallow it, by God, if she digs sucking on pricks so much.
I didn't notice her choking or trying to spit up or nothing, either, and when I had drained myself dry and yanked my prick back out of her face, it looked like she had sure as hell swallowed up the whole goddam load. I could've sworn she even had a smile on her face, for chrissakes! Jesus, what did I have to do to get a rise out of her? This was no fun, if she was gonna get pleasure out of it.
I would like to have tried ramming my cock up her ass to the hilt, and that's what I would've done next, if I could. With my size of prick, that would have to be a pretty rough deal for her shithole, but it was too late now to even try it. My cock had just about had it, after the blowjob was finished. It was all gone completely limp and wilted away to nothing-useless, as far as any more fucking went.
So I decided I'd polish things off by just giving her a couple more good whacks and a good kick in the teeth to remember me by, and then get the hell out of there. I couldn't think of no other things to do to her that would give me any satisfaction. I'd done everything I could think of, until my goddam cock crapped out on me, and for some reason it hadn't been anywhere near as much fun as I expected.
The very last thing I did-a little final idea that came to me-was to give her a piss-job all over from head to toe. But even when I was peeing right in her fat face, she didn't do nothing but just lay there like a lump and breathe hard, so that didn't give me no pleasure either, goddammit.
I got the hell out of there then, and that was the final ending of it. I ain't sorry about any of what I done. The only thing I wish is that I could have another chance at it, 'cause I've been thinking it over quite a lot since that night, and there's lots of other things I've thought of to do to her that would really give her shit-fits. That's the only thing I'm sorry about-that I let her off so goddam easy that first time.