Chapter 7
Sex was all Tricia could think of now. Even at school, when she knew she should be thinking of other things, she couldn't keep her mind off it. Each time she sat at her desk she thought of herself draped across it while Ron Price fucked his big cock in and out of her. She was more aware than ever now of him snickering in back of the classroom with his friends.
And she daydreamed about her double ses- sion with Clay and Jason all the time. She couldn't believe she'd made it with two men at the same time and had such a dirty, thrilling time. So much for all that her parents had taught her. Somehow the idea of fucking only one man, even if he was a husband, didn't appeal to her at all anymore.
She began to have wild dreams in which she was surrounded by hot hard cocks, dozens of them. They were poking her, rubbing all over her. She had them in her cunt and in her mouth and even up her ass. And at the end of the dream they were all spurting sizzling silver cum at her in huge jets, until she was covered in the stuff, until she was swimming in it.
Al Banks kept coming by to ask her out, and now she had Clay Rogers wanting to see her as well. But somehow she wasn't really interested. She'd had sex with them once. She knew what it was like. She found herself imagining what it would be like with other men, guys she didn't even know, guys she hadn't even met yet. New experiences, new men were what interested her.
Even Charlie Peters expressed interest in her again. He came by her classroom late one afternoon just as she was leaving, and he seemed on the point of inviting her somewhere. She told him she was busy and rushed off, smiling to think that only the week before she had been longing to see him again. Now she didn't really care. She was free.
She began going places alone, exploring areas of town that had sleazy reputations. She enjoyed the feeling of danger, the feeling that she was alone and had a very good chance of being picked up by a stranger. Sometimes her pussy grew wet just at all the lewd looks she got when she walked down the street. Even dirty comments lobbed at her began to be thrilling.
She stopped wearing panties. For some time now she hadn't worn a bra, enjoying the free swinging of her big tits inside her sweaters and dresses. Now she quit wearing panties as well, thrilling to the feel of her outside clothes rubbing against her pubic hair and cuntlips. She sometimes felt close to coming, just walking down the street with the breeze blowing up around her naked ass.
In a specialty shop she'd brought some garter belts and nylon stockings, and now these were the only underwear she wore. She loved the feel of the sheer stockings on her legs, and the way they ended so abruptly at the tops of her thighs and left her completely free about the crotch. She even enjoyed the tightness of the garter belt around her waist and the stretching of the garter straps along her thighs.
In her apartment, this was all she wore. She would be doing the dishes, or vacuuming, or making her bed, and all she would have on would be her black embroidered garter belt and her sheer black nylon stockings. Her pussy hair and cuntlips would stand out brazenly between the black elastic straps. She would catch glimpses of herself in the mirror and smile to herself.
One evening she was sitting in a bar on the sleazy side of town, wondering how long it would be before someone tried to pick her up. The bartender watched her slyly, obviously trying to figure her out. Her make-up was heavy, thick daubs of deep blue shadow on her eyelids and bright red lipgloss on her mouth. He seemed to think she was a whore but he wasn't sure. She didn't talk like a whore.
After maybe ten minutes a heavy-set man in a checkered shirt came over and sat on the stool next to hers at the bar. He was middle-aged and looked incredibly hairy. He had huge chest and arm muscles and a thick beard. He ordered a beer, offered to buy her a drink, and began to make small talk. His voice was rough and he was already beginning to slur his words.
Tricia chatted with him and smiled pleasantly, the excitement rising in her steadily. At one point he seemed about to tell her his name but she said she didn't want to know. She swiveled toward him on her stool and hiked her skirt up above her knees. No one could see what she was doing so she hiked it farther.
He stared down into her lap and watched her stocking tops and garter straps come into view. His mouth seemed to water at the sight of her pale slender thighs above the black nylon. He almost croaked out loud as she lifted her skirt so high that he could see the blonde tuft of her pussy. Her cuntlips had started to part already.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she purred huskily. "Would you Hike to cram your hard cock into my sweet little cunt?"
While showing him her pussy, she leaned forward so that her tits swung out inside her low-cut top. Her creamy tits were visible almost to her nipples. In fact, the upper edges of her puffy areolas surrounding her nipples were peeking into the open. Her tits separated heavily in her dress.
"How . . . how much?" he croaked, gulping on his beer.
"For free. I'm not a whore. I just like to fuck,strange men. Especially guys with huge thick cocks and a gallon of jizz. Think you're up to it?" She smiled sweetly, not at all upset that he'd taken her for a pro. She was kind of glad that she looked the part.
"Sure, I'm up to it. I can fuck all night," he boasted. His eyes shiftd from her tits to her cunt and back again.
"Let's go," she urged, dropping her skirt back down and standing up. Her big tits settled back loosely in her dress.
He gulped down the rest of his beer and led her out through the back door of the bar. As they left, Tricia noticed the bartender smirking at her lewdly. She didn't care. She was really enjoying playing the tramp. In this part of town there was little chance of anyone she knew recognizing her. She felt perfectly free to do as she liked.
The big man led her out into an alley, then down to a corner lot more several big trucks were parked. She didn't complain as he opened a truck door and helped her up into the roomy cab. This would be even better than she thought. No need to go looking for some crummy hotel room. As she reached the top step, his hands went under her dress and felt her ass and cunt. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her.
He climbed up behind her and slammed the door shut, ushering her behind a curtain into a compartment that had a rough bed in it. The place was cozy and very private, and she flopped back on the bed gratefully. She hauled her dress over her head real fast, then tossed it to one side. Then she set about unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly.
"Eager little cunt, aren't you?" he grunted. He reached own to squeeze and fondle her tits while she undressed him. His hands were huge and he handled her roughly.
"I love cock," she answered. "I just can't get enough cock. I love big ones. Big stiff pricks and great heavy balls."
She shoved his pants and shorts down around his knees, then bent to examine his dangling cock and balls. If big ones were what she wanted, she had again come to the right place. Still soft, his prick hung halfway to his knees, and his balls were huge and swollen in their hairy pouch. He had the hairiest belly she had ever seen.
"God. Oh, God," she moaned, grabbing his thick prick with her fingers and hefting it. "It's great. I love it."
She began licking his prick, scraping her tongue up and down on the ugly shaft of his cock. Almost as soon as she touched it, his prickshaft began to grow, as if it was being inflated. She kissed his cock, wrapped her lips around his prickhead, traced the ugly blue veins in its side with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers tilted it this way and that.
"Say, you like to lick 'em, huh, bitch?" he grunted. He was still squeezing her tits.
"Mmmmmmm," mumbled Tricia. She had stuffed his cockhead between her lips and was sucking harshly before his knob grew too big to handle. Her fist jacked up and down on the base of his cock.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give that to you. Most chicks don't have the first idea how to use their mouth on a guy. You been around, baby. I can tell."
Tricia smiled to herself. If only he knew how little experience she really had. She had learned so fast, in such a short time, that was all. She'd been a quick learner. She lifted her face off his cock, then began to lick her way all the way down to his balls, following the ugly blue veins as she went. Once at the cock base, she began to suck each of his balls in turn.
"Oh, that's nice. Suck them balls, baby. Use your tongue like that. Oh, yeah." He crouched in the cramped cab in front of her, letting her suck and lick his heavy balls. He swept her blonde hair up and off her face with his large, stubby fingers. His cock loomed out over her face at an angle. One vein in its side was throbbing dangerously.
And all at once he grunted and forced her head up and off his balls. He forced her onto her back on the narrow bed, and she hooked her knees up helpfully. Her big tits wobbled and rolled on her chest. She watched him, breathing heavily the whole time. She was about to reach out for his thick cock, but he already had his fist wrapped around it.
"Shit, how come you're wearing a garter belt and stockings?" he wheezed, lodging his huge cockhead against the fat lips of her cunt. "You a stripper or a porno model or what?"
She smiled up at him strangely. "I'm just a lost little girl who craves big cocks," she muttered. "I love fucking and sucking. And I like to dress for the part. Any objections?"
She gasped as he pressed forward and the great thick log of his prick fucked into her. Her legs were spread wide. Once he had his cockhead inside her, he placed a hand on each of her hooked-up knees and watched as the rest of his prick slid into her cunt. Inch by bloated inch, his cock disappeared inside her pussy.
"You're a weird little slut, aren't you?" he commented. "Dressing up in garter belts and stockings, picking up strange men in crummy bars. What's your problem, girlie?"
"I told you. I crave big cocks. Why don't you shut up and fuck me? Don't talk, just fill me with cock!"
Tricia had her fingers planted on her puffy cuntlips and she was prying them wide open for him, making his entry easy. She stared down anxiously between her scissored legs, watching the progress of his cock. Only when his crotch hair meshed with hers and his prick was in her pussy all the way did she rest her head back on the bed and close her eyes.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she murmured dreamily, and now she snaked her stockinged legs over his haunches and locked her ankles in back of him. "I need your cock. I need your big stiff cock fucking in and out of me."
He sank down on her, his hairy belly pressing down heavily. And he began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes, priming her with solid lengths of cock. Her cunt sucked his prick in all the way. There was no resistance at all. His cockhead sank deep into her belly. He grabbed her tits with his hands and started mauling them.
"I love fucking. I just can't get enough," she gasped. "Cocks are all I think about, all day long. Big, stiff, steel-hard cocks."
He fucked her steadily, swinging his hips this way and that, carving her open from every direction. Her pussy lips folded themselves around his prick tightly, pulling his cock in again and again. His pace increased gradually, until the sweat popped out in beads on his face.
"I'll never get enough cock. I crave it," she rambled on. "I love it up my cunt and in my mouth and ..."
A thought seemed to strike her suddenly. She was about to go on, but his pace was getting rougher and he appeared to be losing control of himself. The last thing she wanted him to do was to come so soon. She gripped his arms tightly and hissed into his face.
"Fuck me up the ass! Please! I want you to! I need it! Take your big hard cock and fuck me hard as you can up the ass! Oh, please! Oh, please!"
For a second or two, he seemed not to understand. He continued pumping away, feeding her huge lengths of cock, glaring down into her face with glazed eyes. She could feel his hot sweat dripping all over her. The hair of his belly scraped her flat brown skin roughly.
"Up the ass?" he grunted at last, and his pace slowed a little. He was staring down at her stupidly.
"Yes! Take out that big thick cock of yours and cram it up my ss! Oh, please! I want you to!"
She was squirming beneath him and at last he stopped his rough fucking motions altogether and knelt up on the bed between her legs. His cock slopped from her cunt like a landed fish. It dripped ooze down onto the bed. He paused, breathing heavily.
Tricia wiggled up off her back as soon as his cock was free of her cunt. She climbed up onto her hands and knees and tilted her trim little ass up at him. There was a deep erotic hollow in the small of her back. She rested her face to one side on the bed, staring back at him over her shoulder. She spread her thighs wide and used her hands to crank her asscheeks wide for him.
"Shit, little girl, you're a strange one," he grunted. "This is the first time a chick's ever begged me to fuck her up the ass. You're a hot little cunt, girlie."
His cock was huge and slimy. He took his prick in hand and stared down at her spread asscheeks. Between them he could clearly see the puckered ring of her asshole, and beneath this the ragged wet gash of her cunt. A thick, syrupy fluid was oozing out from her gaping cunt and dangling down between her thighs like elastic.
"Shove your cock up my ass. Fuck me deep and hard," she was mumbling into the bed. "I want it so bad. I need your cock."
He slotted the head of his prick against her asshole and immediately a thick wad of pre-cum juice oozed from his piss slit and oiled up her shitter mouth. He pressed forward, forcing more and more of his weight behind his stiff prick. He braced his cock midway up its shaft with his fist. He felt her stiffen beneath him.
"Keep going! Keep going!" she urged. She was holding herself rigid, forcing herself back against his invading cock. The pressure on her was great. But finally her asshole began to open, and the monster head of his cock plowed inside.
"What a hot little cunt. What a horny bitch," he muttered. He watched as first his cockhead, then inch after inch of his prick shaft drilled steadily into her asshole. He couldn't believe his cock was going in so easy.
"Oooooooooh, yeah! Ooooooooh, yeah!" she groaned, her fingers twisting the blanket. "Up the ass, up the ass, up the ass!"
Inch after inch of solid stone-hard cock fucked into her asshole. Her taut asscheeks seemed to bend out of shape around his prick. And finally he had it all inside, embedded to the hilt in Tricia's tight asshole. He paused a moment, tried to get his breath back, his face was red with strain.
He grabbed the strip of garter belt that snaked across her back, pulling on it as if reining in a horse. He was kneeling upright between her slender thighs. His chest heaved and the sweat rolled off him. He glared down at her stuffed asshole. He seemed to be wondering where his cock had gone.
And then he began to fuck her all over again, bucking his hips and tugging her back against him with the taut black garter belt. His huge cock slid in and out of her ass like a greased piston. His balls swung to and fro between his thick thighs. He groaned and wheezed deep in his throat.
"Oooooooo, yeah! Oooooooh, God!" she whimpered, her voice thick and hoarse. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! I love hard cock up my ass!"
Her thighs were spread wide, her knees braced against the bed. She accepted his rough thrusts as if she could never get enough. Her ass was still stuck up high and her head was crammed against the bed, but her tits could still roll back and forth beneath her each time he lunged into her. Her hard horny nipples scraped the blanket and sent sparks into her chest.
"It feels so good! I love it! Oh, fuck me hard! Don't stop! Cram your cock all the way up my ass! Split me in half!" she moaned. She, too, was sweating heavily. And her face was wet with tears of strain as well. She was in heaven.
He smacked his hips against her ass again and again. His cock felt like it was being peeled. It was growing numb. And his movements became more wild. He fucked into her with shorter, rougher lunges. Her tits wobbled back and forth under her. She moaned and groaned into the blanket.
"Oh, my God! Ohhh! Oooooooooh!" she wheezed. Her hand was in her crotch now and she was diddling between her pussy lips with her fingers. She found her swollen clit, then began playing with it. Pussy juice poured down her cunt and soiled her fist.
"I'm gonna come, bitch! I'm gonna shoot my hot load right up your ass!" he strained.N His balls kept smacking against her diddling fingers.
"Yes! Shoot up my ass! Pour out your stuff! Fill me full of cum!" she moaned. Her hand left her cunt for the time being and clutched at his balls each time they swung in. She tickled and squeezed them with her fingers.
It was all too much for him. He stuffed his cock into her one last time. His prick began to belch out steaming hot wads of cum. Once, twice, three times his cockhead spasmed, twitched, and spat out a fat knot of jism far into her ass. She was soon clogged with it. Cum flooded her shitter and seeped back along the thrusting shaft of his prick.
Jism began to burst free from her tight asshole in tight little jets. Each time he rammed forward, more cum was forced out. It clung to his cock in heavy ropes and drooled out over his swinging balls. Soon silver jizz was splattered all the way up and down the crack of her ass. It poured down over her soggy cunt lips like sauce.
"I can feel it! You're shooting up my ass! I feel your hot jizz deep in my ass!" she raved, her head twisting back to stare at him. Her hand was now full of cock slime. It webbed her fingers together thickly.
"Jesus. Ohhhnnn," he muttered. He fucked her steadily, never missing a stroke as his balls emptied themselves up her ass. Another jet of jizz shot free. And another. His cock made loud squelching sounds each time he rammed forward.
"Don't stop. Don't ever stop," she urged him dreamily.
But already he was slowing down, drilling her ass with slower and slower lunges, until at last he was barely moving at all. He had one hand planted on her right asscheek. The other still held tight to the rear strap of her garter belt. His crotch pumped in and out lazily.
"Oh, God, oh, God, ohhhhhh . . ." she whimpered. And her soggy hand now clutched his ball-sac firmly and squeezed, milking out the last heavy dregs of his cum. Strings of elastic jism dangled from her crotch and finally fell to the bed.
He finally eased his prick from the tight hold of her ass and propped it up in the crack between her asscheeks. A great thick stream of jism poured from her ragged shitter, down over her cuntlips and along her thighs. The dark ring looked big enough to shove a baseball bat into. Her cunt was slimy with ooze.
"Up the ass. All the way up my ass," Tricia muttered absently. She felt cum drool into the small of her back. And she gave his ball-sac a last friendly squeeze.