Chapter 11
Once Sugar fully accepted the truth that Yale was not coming back to her, she decided to embark on the course that she had originally mapped out for herself. She enrolled for a day secretarial course at a local business college and, no longer content to let her mother support her, got a job as a carhop at a hamburger drive-in not too far from home. It wasn't the greatest job in the world, or even the kind of job she wanted, but at the moment, work of any kind was at a premium, and she felt herself fortunate to land a job, since she had no business experience at all.
To all effects and purposes, it looked as if Sugar's life had finally taken an upward sweep, until she discovered that there was a great deal more to the job than merely serving customers food and drink in their cars.
Toward the end of her third night on the job, Nick Damon, who owned the place, stopped her on the way into the kitchen with a tray of dirty dishes and asked, "You got a date for tonight, kid? Anybody stopping by to pick you up after work?"
"No, sir," Sugar replied.
"Good," Damon said. "I want you to stick around for a while after we close up. Okay?"
"Of course, Mr. Damon," she said, figuring he might want her to help him straighten up, give her a chance to earn some extra overtime money she certainly could use.
So she waited around until the last customer departed and he put out the big neon sign over the drive-in that blinked out: Nick's Place. Then he said to her, "I wanna show you my place in back."
Sugar knew that he lived just behind the restaurant in an outsized trailer but, until tonight, she'd never seen the inside of it. She was truly amazed at the way the trailer was furnished with everything from a fully equipped kitchen and bath, to a full-sized double bed and color TV set.
"You like your job here, kid?" was the first thing he asked her after they got inside the trailer and he opened a can of beer for himself and a coke for Sugar.
"Very much," Sugar said as she took the bottle of cola from him.
He drank a swig of beer from the can as he walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it. "Like to make sure you keep it? Sort of have yourself a little job insurance?"
Sugar nodded as she took a sip of the cola from the bottle. Now that he had off his apron, Sugar saw for the first time what a hard-on he had.
"Good. In that case come on over here and let's me and you iron out a few details," Damon said as he patted the spot beside him on the bed.
Sugar hesitated a moment. From the way his cock was throbbing under his pants, there was no question in her mind what would happen if she sat on the bed with him. After Yale and her uncle, she knew the consequences only too well.
For her this was a moment of critical decision. The fact that he was about six-three and tipped the scales at a good 250 pounds didn't make too much difference. Nor did his long, black hair or his drooping black mustache and day's growth of wire whiskers. That he smelled of beer and strong, black cigars had nothing to do with it, either. What concerned her mostly at the moment was how desperately she needed this job. Not only because her money was running out and she couldn't go back to the apartment while her uncle was still there, but she still wanted to follow her original plan and go to business college and prepare herself for something better than a carhop joint, which she could never hope to do if she weren't working.
Besides, in the cold glare of reality, she really had nothing to lose. Yale and Uncle Ben had seen to that. Yale in particular. He'd taken her cherry, broken her in. True, she'd done it because she was in love with him and believed he was in love with her. But she knew now by the way he ran out on her that it was nothing more than sex. Sex in exchange for a dress, which wasn't a great deal different from what Damon was offering her right now. Sex in return for the guarantee of a job.
With a deep sigh of resignation, Sugar took another drink of the soda, put it aside and walked slowly toward the bed. By no stretch of imagination could she say she was looking forward to the prospects of what she knew was going to happen. But if the end justified the means..!
She sat on the bed beside him, her heart hammering, her tummy constricted. She made a futile attempt to pull down the miniskirt of the carhop uniform she was still wearing, and which at most covered no more than a few inches of her thighs. She tightened a little when she saw his right hand move forward and he lay his sweaty palm on her bare thigh just below the borderline of her skirt.
"You got nice legs," he complimented her. "I see the way guys lean halfway out the window of their cars, ogling 'em when you walk away." He ran his hand just a little further up her thigh, carrying her skirt along with it. "Yeah, you got the legs all right. But what I'm wondering about-are they for real?" He stared at her breasts through the tight, sleeveless, low-cut uniform top she was wearing. "One broad I had working for me had a pair of knockers like yours. But when she started to peel, she must've had ten yards of crud stuffed inside her goddamn bra."
Sugar smiled reassuringly. "Mine are for real, Mr. Damon."
Apparently, he wasn't about to take anybody's word for it. He lifted his right hand from her thigh and put it to her left tit, squeezing it tentatively. "It feels real. Let's have a look. Okay?"
He didn't wait for her answer, but started to unbutton the front of her jacket with anxious fingers.
Sugar had thought that maybe her experiences with Yale and Uncle Ben would have case-hardened her. But they did not. Yet she made no attempt to stop the swarthy drive-in owner. She simply sat there straight and tense, arms at her sides, hands clenched on the bed, as he threw open the front of her jacket. She wore nothing underneath except her well-filled bra.
His eyes were hot and hungry as he ogled the mounds of milky-white flesh straining and swelling over the tops of the cups. His breathing grew heavy with anticipation as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Then he lifted it away from her voluptuous tits and stared at them, cotton forming at the comers of his mouth.
"Christ!" he exclaimed. "I never seen such knockers. Holy Jeez, what a pair!"
Sugar held her breath as she saw his thick lips drop to her breasts and gobble one of her nipples into his mouth to chew and suck on it, as he might on the end of one of his fat black cigars. It would have been a lie to say that he sent her the way Yale had. But it would have been an even greater falsehood for her to deny that it didn't send sensations racing through her body and cause a burning ache to settle in her cunt, the way Uncle Ben did when he suckled her tits.
It simply bore out what Sugar had believed all the time, that once she'd had her first real taste of sex, as she had with Yale and her uncle, it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible to fight against it again. It was after all something that, based on fact or not, Sugar believed was true. That her sensuality was inherited. Not only from her mother, but from her father as well. Since it had come out at the divorce trial that he was a stud of the first magnitude, screwing anybody and everybody as long as they had a cunt. Which was the only reason that her mother was awarded custody of her.
As she felt Damon lower her backward down onto the bed, his hand moving up under her short skirt, Sugar could feel her body starting to heat up. As unappealing as he might have been to her, Sugar told herself that maybe this was happening at a most propitious moment. Not only for the relief he would bring to her, but he just might help her to get Yale out of her system once and for all.
She gave a little lurch as she felt Damon's sausage like fingers glide over her pussylips, outside her panties. There was a strangeness about them that caused her to bring her legs tightly together for a moment. They were bigger and rougher than Yale's fingers. But not nearly so cruel as her uncle's had been that night before graduation.
She lay there submissively, gradually parting her thighs as the hand continued to caress her. She made no attempt to stop him as he lowered her panties and dug his fingers into her heated, wet cunt.
Still nuzzling her tits, he had little difficulty locating her rigid clit, teasing, tickling. With her nostrils flared and her tongue licking her fevered lips, Sugar closed her eyes. She hadn't wanted to think of Yale at this moment. But so closely was he associated with the thrill that Damon's masturbating fingers was bringing her, that she subconsciously found and held the image of Yale in front of her. He was standing there in her mind's eye, naked, that beautiful cock of his curving up rigidly from his belly. That delicious cock that she'd held in her mouth and sucked until it ejaculated.
The thought of it made her far more susceptible to Damon's fingers in her cunt and she began humping along with them, until he brought her to orgasm. Then Damon was stripping off what little remained of her clothing until she was nude.
Sugar felt a sudden strange pang of embarrassment and modesty lying naked before him. She tried to both cover and protect herself at the same time as his eyes raped her gleaming flesh heatedly.
"Christ, you're a piece!" was the compliment he paid her. Then he reached down, took hold of her hips in his two huge hands and started to turn her.
Mild fear tapped her brain. "What. . . what are you doing?"
"Turning you over," he said. "I want you to lay down on your belly."
"What for?" she demanded.
He didn't answer her. Instead he yanked her into his arms and put his mouth to hers, his beer and tobacco-laden kiss drawing every ounce of breath from her lungs. She pushed at him feebly, fearful of what he might be going to do to her. But he handled her like an infant, lowering and turning her until she was face-down on the bed.
"What an ass!" he exclaimed with the true appreciation of a connoisseur as he ran his hands over her polished cheeks, spreading them apart so he could get a good look at her anus. "What a beautiful ass!" With his hands back on her hips, he lifted her buttocks and shoved a couple of pillows under her belly. "You ever have it Greek style?"
Greek style? She'd heard the expression and knew what he meant. She shook her head violently, her whole body trembling with dread anticipation.
He seemed to delight in the knowledge that his was going to be the first cock in her asshole. He said. "In that case, I'll be extra careful and get you ready first."
Sugar made a move to try to get away. "No, please, Mr. Damon! I don't want it like that!"
"How do you know you don't want it if you never tried it?" he rationalized, his hands clamped on her hips, holding her tightly as she continued to struggle. "Look, so far you've done okay. Don't go lousing it up now by making like you don't want it."
"I don't!" Sugar cried. "Not this way."
"Tough shit, kiddo. 'Cause this is the way you're gonna get it," he insisted. "If you want to hang onto your job, you play nice and you won't get hurt."
The next moment, Sugar felt his wet, fat tongue, moving up and down the crease of her ass, lingering at her rear hole. It was a brand-new sensation that Sugar found impossible to ignore as he licked the puckered, - velvet surface, then fitted his tongue into the tight cavity. She never dreamed that what she had always considered a filthy act could turn her on so completely, as she felt her hole expanding to accommodate the full length of his tongue. She could feel the stroking of his tongue clear through to her clit, that had grown rigid with the excitement he was bringing her.
She'd noticed a half-filled bottle of olive oil on the small table next to the bed. She had wondered what it was for. Now she knew, as he saturated his fingers with the oil, then worked them into her asshole. First one, then two, then three of them he wedged into her anus, pushing them in and out, lubricating her, loosening her, stretching the ring-shaped muscle that surrounded the opening.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she felt his fingers replaced by his cock. It was very hot and very hard, and he placed it in the crease of her ass and let it rest there a moment as he bore down on her. Sugar couldn't tell whether it was bigger or smaller than Yale's cock. She just knew he was going to have the devil's own time trying to fit it into her tight hole. She tried to appeal to him to stick it in her cunt. At least she knew she'd have no trouble accepting him that way. But he refused to listen.
She began to scream when she felt the huge, throbbing head of his cock against her asshole, making its torturous entry.
"No...no...please!"
Whether Damon didn't hear her or didn't give a damn, he rammed against her pinched, puckered anus until it opened and his cock was in clear up to the corona. Sugar continued to scream and squirm, trying to escape the burning sting as he pushed into her. For one panicky moment, she thought she was going to faint from the excruciating pain. But then her stubborn sphincter gave way and he plunged into her rectum, all the way, clear up to his balls.
She sobbed somewhere off in space, her body quivering in great earth-rumbling spasms as he continued to bang her bowels. Then his hands slid beneath her. One to massage her dangling tits, the other slipping into her cunt to hone her clit, the sensations blending with her dulling pain to cause her a series of orgasms that reached a crescendo at precisely the same instant he came and filled her ass with his milky scum.