Chapter 4
The big game was a day away and all the football players had strict orders to stay in and rest Which meant Jill did not have a date for the evening. She hated spending the night watching television or something equally inane. But there wasn't much else to do. That is, until Betsy, her best friend called up and announced they were going on a blind date.
"I don't know who he is," she said, "I think he's a friend of Bob's."
She agreed to go along. At least it was something to do on a Thursday night and there was the prospect of meeting a boy who might really turn her on. Jill ran up the front stairs to her bedroom and quickly pulled on her street clothes.
As she gave a last minute brushing to her hair, Mrs. Watson walked in and beamed her approval at her daughter's choice of clothes.
"Going somewhere, dear," she said. "Weren't you going to stay home this evening?" It was her way to question her daughter's coming and going and sometimes it was a cause of irritation in the Watson household. Jill loved her mother and overlooked it when she inquired about every facet of her life. Her mother was an endless source of optimism. She was pretty in her own way with twinkling blue eyes, frosted hair and a slim waist. She looked perfect in the role of a hostess for a church social, though Mrs. Watson rarely attended church.
"Betsy asked me over to her house," said Jill. "She's having some friends over."
Mrs. Watson gave her daughter a hug. "That's all right, dear, you don't have to explain everything. I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who sticks her nose where it doesn't belong. You run along, and don't worry. Your father and I won't be waiting up for you,"
Jill was confused by her mother gushing response, but lately nothing her mother did or said could surprise her anymore. If she seemed a little odd at times, well, that was just her way.
Jill groaned twice to herself after leaving the house. Once, when she discovered her blind date was Kevin Bridges, the wiry, bespectacled kid in her biology class. The second groan was when Betsy's date drove by the Tu-Vu drive-in where most of the crowd went and instead ended up at the Rancho DeLuxe, a grimy, crumbling place featuring X-rated movies.
"Watch the movie," instructed Betsy with a giggle. "We might learn something."
Kevin, however, was not waiting for any cinematic instructions. "Hello, Jill," he said with a slurred voice. Jill looked into small, boyish face and saw two glassy eyes staring down at her tits. She guessed he was on some kind of drug, for his bony fingers possessed super human strength. He slipped his hands down to her trim waist and moved his legs over so his knees parted her thighs.
"No, Kevin, not here," she murmured. She did not want him, Jill told herself. She did not want Kevin Bridges pushing those strong fingers of his into her panties and playing with her most private parts. Oh, God, now, she was not ready to suffer another humiliation as she had in the convertible. She could not degrade herself in such a manner!
Kevin was not discouraged by Jill's sudden coolness towards him. Once Jill knew his intensions of seducing her, she would go along with
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"Behave yourself and don't make a scene," she whispered as Kevin advanced. Why does this always happen to me, she thought, trying to push him away. There was sweat on his brow and she could detect the smell of cherry life savers on his breath. A knot formed in her stomach as she tried closing her legs. Jill reached up for his head, losing her grip in the process, and they both tumbled down to the back seat. Kevin's face came crashing down on hers and his tongue slipped silently between her lips.
Oh, this is awful, she thought, her pulse pounding wildly as the trapped invader thrashed about the hollow of her mouth. His body clung to hers like a leech.
His tongue probed its new home and she found herself returning his passion. In and out he went, starting the slow rhythm of sex that once begun, was impossible to stop.
A hand went to her breast. Her nipples hardened to his touch and when his free hand found the bra clasp she let out a gasp.
Her cunt was wildly wet. His knee kept her thighs spread apart as the juice seeped from her slit.
"Jesus, look at them go at it," giggled Betsy. "This is better than the goddamn movie."
Jill was not interested in what her friend had to say. Her mind swirled with more important things. Like having Kevin play with her pussy!
Rolling over on her side, Jill ground her sex mound against his knee.
"Jesus, you're a hot little thing," exclaimed Kevin. He had liked her for sometime, but never had he thought of her as a sex crazed animal.
"Put it here," she demanded, tearing his mouth from hers. Ripping open her Levi's, Jill exposed her cunt to Kevin's glassy eyes. "Now for Pete's sake, do it!"
As she said the words, a thrill flashed across her body. Her hot channel begged for sex. From the goose-fleshed tips of her breasts to the oozing mouth of her gash, Jill Watson was ready for the good fucking she wanted so badly.
"Hurry! Hurrrry!!" She reached for his crotch and pulled his pants open exposing his hard, glistening cock.
Kevin felt so excited he wasn't sure what to do next. His hand dipped into the "V" of her thighs and then into her parted slit.
"Aaaahhhhh!" cried Jill in ecstatic relief. She squirmed against the two intruders letting her cunt walls collapse around them. She thrust against them once, felt an exquisite spasm of pleasure, then bucked again.
Kevin worked his fingers into her slot. At the same time he positioned his hips over her face and lowered his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"Suck it!" he insisted as her lips closed around his member. And with great relief, Jill did as she was told. His prick slipped to the very back of her throat. He drew back his hips, letting her lips suckle every bit of his shaft, then plunged deep into her face.
"Ooooooo!" he groaned. There was no doubt in his mind that this sylvan nymph was good at cock sucking. He wanted to leave his prick inside her mouth all night and fill her face bloated with his seed.
Jill responded to the urgency of her cunt. The thrusting fingers inside her flashed white hot messages to her brain. Her organs were frenzied with excitement. Yet she could not be satisfied until she felt the reassurance of a penis rammed into her slot.
She sucked on the cock in her mouth until Kevin shuddered with delight. His nuts throbbed in her hands, ready to send up their dripping missive.
"Fuck me! Stick that big cock of yours up my cunt!" she screamed pulling her hands free and driving her nails down into his pants. She lifted him up by the ass cheeks and pulled. "Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. Get it in this very second."
The trickle of cunt juice down her thigh only drove her to greater frenzied heights. Once aroused, she could no sooner stop herself from completing the sex act than a bull could quit from charging.
She thrust her cunt forward and sucked in his cock. The flesh quivered around her mound as Kevin's spear descended into her void. The prick head wiggled wickedly against her pussy walls and a gusher of cunt spray flushed from her opening.
"Do it! Jam in there good!" she coaxed.
In the front seat, Betsy watched the lovemaking session with growing intensity. She was no prude when it came to sex. A half crazed Uncle had taught all about the birds and the bees in a deserted wood shed on her father's farm. She knew all about sex and yet with all the affairs she had managed in her seventeen years, Betsy had never watched another couple make love.
She had always managed to find a dimly lit room, or an unused couch, or an attic hideaway or even a front seat in which to fuck her boyfriend. But this was something entirely new to her.
"Look at them get it on," she whispered. There was nothing delicate about their sex act. The pick looked like a cruel, menacing instrument as Kevin pistoned his shaft into her hole.
Betsy thought Jill was being victimized. Her legs were pulled back, against her shoulders revealing the soft hole of her cunt mound. Betsy could not look at her best friend without a feeling of revulsion. For sex was not the nice, clean act that she thought it was.
The cock that slid in and out of Jill's mound seemed a brutal, mindless device that acted on its own. Her cunt itself was not the delicate, intricate thing that Betsy had first thought. The lips had been yanked apart. Her channel had been penetrated in the most savage way, she thought, her most private and sensitive organ laid bare and vulnerable.
There was another thing too. The powerful odor of their lovemaking filled the tiny car. The odor poured from every orifice engulfing them in a human miasma. Betsy bit her tongue to keep herself from gagging. She watched Kevin as he increased the rhythm of their fucking. His ass cheeks seemed to bounce about like water filled balloons. At the same time she saw how Jill responded to his lusty strokes by grinding her snatch into his mound as their bodies meet with each thrust.
"Oh, God, this is terrible," she said. The odor of sex was rising to her flared nostrils. She remembered how sex had been for her. Eyes closed, arms stretched out, her lover straddling her thighs as his prick brought her to an orgasm in a very silent, sterile way. She had never been aware of the rawness of lovemaking. Watching Jill's mushy cunt gulp for the prick that thrust inside made Betsy tingle all over. Smelling them as they neared their climax made her mind teem with thoughts. What would it feel like to be fucked so savagely? Did her cunt smell like that? What would her own juice taste like? His juice?
She was aware of Bob's strong hand searching through her blouse and finding the thumb-size nipple of her breast. Their lovemaking always started this way. Start with the tits, then work down to the cunt. If they had been alone that's the way she would have wanted her sex. But this time they were not by themselves. Her best friend was getting her brains fucked out in the back seat and Betsy wanted to ... the words caught in her throat--yes, she wanted to fuck with them. God, yes, she thought. I'm going to cum when Jill gets her rocks off.
Betsy pulled open the metal snaps to her Levi's and rolled them off. Her eyes shone with uncommon brilliance. Her body was feverish for sex and an explosion of electricity raced up and down her nerve chain. She turned to her incredulous mate and shouted, "Get those pants off, right now!"
Bob did not understand the radical change that had come over his girlfriend and he didn't try to. "Okay, anything to make you happy," he said, unbuckling his belt. In what seemed an instant his nude body gleamed in the moonlit night. His cock wiggled out in the air like a trout leaping in fast running stream.
Jill was only half aware of the fumbling going on in the front seat. Her cunt glowed with the magic warmth that comes with intense penetration. Her love juice poured like thick soup from her mound, running down the trough between her legs into her ass-slit.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned at the new pleasure invading her body. She squirmed under the incessant attack of the prick inside her. Betsy hunched up her cunt so more juice flowed to the virgin opening of her bunghole. "More! Do it more!" she begged. The frothy juice filled her slit with its warmth. "Yes! Jesus, yes!"
The orgasm was close at hand for Jill Watson, and she pushed her tired muscles to exhaustion in order to achieve it. Betsy watched with a fascination that bordered on hysteria. Her cunt was drawn up tight as a nut and she knew full well that it would take many precious minutes to make the mound soft and sensitive. But there wasn't time. And to her sex-crazed mind, Betsy had to feel the mighty thrust of a penis in her channel right at that instant.
Betsy turned on the front seat and with wild abandon, brought her face down on Bob's cock.
"Aaaahhhh!" groaned Bob, feeling the wet presence of her lips around his shaft. "You can do that anytime, baby!"
While her mouth worked up his passion, Betsy fumbled frantically in her purse until she found the small bottle of baby oil. Her cunt was much to dry for fucking. She took the bottle and squeezed the oily contents between her cunt lips.
The sudden entry of the bottle top made her want to cry out. She held one cock prisoner in her mouth while a second imitation penis stuck between her spread thighs pumping oily fluid into her vagina. It was like being fucked in her two holes at the same time.
"Hurry, Bob .. . For God's sakes, I want to cum right now, right this very instant. Get it in me. Get that big thunder stick inside my cunt this instant. . .. Hurrrrryyyyy!!!"
Bob was game for just about anything. He had no sooner wheeled his car into the parking slot then his old buddy Kevin started getting his rocks off in the back seat. And now Betsy was doing the same thing. It just wasn't like her, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. Now when she was hovering above him ready to bring down that glistening tight button of hers down on his cock.
"I'm yours, darling," he said, arching his cock up towards her crescent shaped opening, "Let my big cock put a permanent part in that cunt of yours."
Bob positioned his prick. Quickly Betsy brought her cunt down on his stick. Her channel was filled with baby oil, but her muscles were still bunched up in knots.
"Owwwww!" she screamed, the cock plunging into her slit. It hurt worse than she had imagined. She was tighter than a virgin cunt, but it was too late to turn back. She was determined to take the full length of his prick inside her. Even if it meant ripping through her cunt walls to do it.
She jammed the baby oil bottle into her opening and squeezed a long stream of oil against his prick. "In! Stick it in!"
Bob complied eagerly with her demand. Pulling back so that the viscous fluid found its way into her tortured flesh, Bob bunched up his hips and slammed his cock into her breech.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" Betsy yelled. She almost fainted from the pain. AND HIS COCK WAS ONLY HALFWAY INSIDE HER HOLE! From the backseat the sound of flesh flopping against flesh brought her back to her senses. Jill's coming any second, she thought. Panic seized her pain-racked body. Touching her hole once more, Betsy readied herself above the rigid phallus and with a thundering scream, brought her cunt down on his prick.
Her tight flesh surrounded his prick from tip to stern. The oil poured from her slit out on his stomach making a miniature oil spill, Her muscle gripped him securely and he couldn't remember ever being held so tightly before. It was like fucking her mouth only much warmer. And what was really icing on the cake was she was fucking him. He didn't have to move a finger for this beautiful piece of ass. Just lay back and let her cunt to all the work
"Start fucking!" he shouted, grabbing her breasts with both hands. He loved playing with a woman's breasts during sex. They seemed to firm up once he was inside her and the red tips tasted so good in his mouth.
Betsy reared her hips back and slammed her cunt down on his cock. God, this is good, she thought to herself. No longer was it necessary to match her love strokes with those of her partner. She could fuck as hard as she pleased.
"Again! Here it comes again!" she yelled thrusting her aching flesh up and down.
"Gumming!" screamed Jill from the backseat "Oh, I'm cumming!" Writhing and twisting under the dick that pummeled her cunt Jill felt the heart stopping pleasure of her orgasm spread slowly from her love channel and then back again. That was the way she climaxed. Rippling waves of ecstasy spread from the center of her womb. Back and forth went these love rhythms, each time building with intensity. Then the magic moment arrived when the rippling waves went out and out, never returning to their source. That was her orgasm. Continuous pleasure waves splashing through her body like great, crashing breakers thundering on the beach.
"Aaaiiieee! Cummming! Right this minute!! This second!!!" she yelled, thrusting her hips. Her cunt closed like a fist on the prick inside her. Her love channel walls squeezed down upon his member sucking it for the sweet tasting nectar trapped inside.
"This is it, baby!" bellowed Kevin, his nuts swollen with come. Though her vaginal walls were lined with slippery mucus, Kevin could not budge He was trapped inside her and he felt momentarily helpless as he lay glued to her cunt mouth while his semen rushed up his prick and flooded the wedge shaped cock head.
'Take it, bitch!" he shouted. "Take my hot juice. Here it is! Thick, hot cum!" The cock bucked and a jet of precious fluid scurried into her channel.
"Yes, oh yessssss!!!!" she begged as the warmth spread through her. Another discharge of cum shot through her cunt, mixing with the feminine slime that enveloped his member.
Across the seat Betsy was pumping her hips furiously to get her own orgasm started. Perhaps she had overestimated her desire to cum with her best friend. Her womb burned like a smoldering coal. And Bob was sucking her hard tits into a frenzy! But still she could not drive the passion into the rest of her body.
Desperately Betsy lunged herself forward. She turned animal clawing at Bob's hairy chest, digging the nails deep into flesh. She was thrashing about like a fish out of water. Overcome by her own hysteria, Betsy was unaware of what she was doing.
"Hey, stop that" yelled Bob. The one thing he didn't need was some little bitch who liked to beat the shit out of men.
"Make it happen to me!" she begged him, squirming about between his legs like an impaled squirrel kicking for those last gasping breaths of life. "You dirty, cocksuckingson-of-a-bitch! Do it to me! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! Fuuuuccckkk meeeeee!"
One of Betsy's wild swings caught Bob just above the scrotum, a well timed move that sent him howling with rage.
"I'll make you cum, bitch!" he yelled in her face, his wild Irish temper going both burners. "I'll split your fucking cunt in two!!"
Unaware of his own strength, Bob grabbed Betsy by the ass cheeks and lifted her off his cock and threw her down on the seat. Rising up above he looked down on the pitiful mass of humanity wiggling below him. He was looking at a woman brought to the very edge of an sexual fulfillment then denied that all encompassing pleasure. Only then did he realize the full strength of the sex drive. He looked across the seat opposite of what squirmed below his thighs. A woman perfectly content with herself and the world around her.
Voices from outside the car drifted in the window. They were in a drive-in theater after all, and their screaming and moaning had undoubtedly attracted some attention. Bob could not leave Betsy in her state of agony. And crowd or no crowd, he could not quit until his own prick was satisfied. He brought his smooth, muscled body down on her belly. His cock probed into the flaxen hair of her mound, pressing its weight against her flesh until it found the parted lips of her cunt.
She whimpered as his cock began the journey up her sex hole, and her fingers dug deeper into his flesh. "Oh Christ! Oh... .Oh! ... Ohhhhh!!!" He plunged into her channel feeling her juice surrounding his shaft.
The residue of pain and disgust had been drained from his memory. His mind was refreshed and alert. Once again he had proved himself in the sex act. He had dominated his woman by sheer force and how he was going to fuck her in a way that she would never forget domination.
Betsy felt the penis grow inside her womb until it seemed as big as a salami. Her legs buckled under her and her sex mound turned soft as strawberry preserves. An angry sound burst from her asshole as Bob began his fucking strokes. "Oooooo!" she groaned. A flash burst blinded her mind as the pleasure exploded through her flesh. "Yesssss!" she cried out feeling the cock grow inside her cunt until it seemed ready to split her vagina. She felt a shudder of ecstasy followed by a warm spray of cock juice.
"Right on!" yelled Bob as his wad burst free. His seed was boiling hot as it slipped through his shaft into her slot. And that was just the way Betsy liked it. Thick, sloppy come oozing into the deepest recesses of her vagina.
In the back seat, Jill was laying back in the soft folds of the upholstered seat listening to primal sounds of their lovemaking. Their words made her own cunny twitch with anticipation. To her fertile imagination, now primed by the emotional residue of her orgasm, Jill imagined Bob jumping up from the front seat and cramming his cock up her hole.
What a horrible thought, she told herself. Making love to two men sounded almost perverted to her. But closing her eyes, that is exactly what she was thinking about, perverted or not. In her dreams she saw a procession of men lining up to take their turn banging her hole.
Jill suddenly bolted upright in her seat. In the front seat she watched Betsy climaxing, her body jerking spastically under the pounding of Bob's enormous cock.
The movie had already began. Up on the giant screen she watched as a man clad only in a bright red tie fuck the face of a young woman squatting on a commode. "I don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as long as you suck my cock," the man was saying. "Oh my," answered Jill truly amazed at the sight before her. "Oh my."