Chapter 1
His eyes on the heavy action on the drive-in screen, Carl Smith curled his fingers around the lush mass of Sandra's breast. He could feel the heat of her soft flesh through her tee shirt. Her nipple jutted eagerly, pressed against his palm like a tiny burrowing animal. His cock was hard as rock as he pressed her tit mound, felt her meat squirm.
"My, you are the hot one tonight," Sandra purred. Through his tight jeans her fingers were playing a tune on his stiff dick.
Carl didn't answer. Although, his hand was on Sandra's tit, and his eyes were on the carnally locked couple in the X-rated flick, his mind was somewhere else. It was with Lynn Stevens. His gut was boiling with desire for her and fury with her. He was remembering the afternoon with the teasing little bitch. Her shirt had been tied under the jutting firmness of her teenage tits. But any attempt to untie the knot had been met with a coy giggle and a lithe twist. The same thing had happened when he tried to slip his fingers into the blouse. Even when he had tried to grab a feel through the shirt she had danced away.
It wouldn't have been so damn frustrating if only she hadn't kept leading him on at the same time. The flickering wicked smile, the glint in her eyes, the way her tongue danced along her upper lip - all of it was calculated to make his lust boil. Her bare midriff, the tight cut-off jeans that hugged the cheeks of her butt - everything was designed to keep his cock aching.
Her kisses were unbelievable - sucking, sweet, sopping open-mouthed invitations to rape. He could still feel his teeth clicking against hers as the tongues tangled ecstatically.
Then she would twist out of his grasp, and, while those beautiful boobs rose and fell with her panting, waggle a warming finger. She played him like a fish on a line until he was ready to cream in his pants.
The fact that he was thinking of her while Sandra was working his belt open, pulling his fly down, freeing his cock, was evidence of the hold Lynn had on him. He heard Sandra's gasp of pleasure as her fingers gained possession of his thrusting dork. He felt her turn, and managed to fasten his lips on hers and drive his tongue into her eager mouth. He fumbled with her tee shirt, eased it upwards. His palm stroked the hot silkiness of her torso as he groped for her hot globe. Her fingers tickled madly over his prick.
His mind kept returning to Lynn. He could see the wicked flash in her eyes, the sensuous curve of her lips. And, as always, the darting, teasing tongue that promised so much.
He freed Sandra's hot breast by cramming the shirt into a tangle above her breasts, up under her arms. His fingers closed on her tit, clamped down with all the frustration Lynn had left, dug into the soft mound with bruising force. Sandra moaned into his mouth. Her grasp on his cock tightened until it hurt.
After the afternoon with Lynn, Carl was on the ragged edge of cumming. His balls had been aching for hours. Only the appearance of Sandra - ready, willing Sandra - had kept him from beating off to relieve the titanic pressure Lynn had built up in him.
But he didn't want to spear Sandra once and then flood her twat with fizz. He wanted to give the girl a decent fuck. She had a rep for dumping guys who didn't bring her off, and if he kept missing with Lynn, and he knew somehow that he would, he would need Sandra.
"Suck me, baby," Carl urged her, guiding her head toward his lap. "Suck me, and later I'll fuck you 'til your eyes pop."
Sandra eased down toward his thrusting wang. Carl pushed gently on the back of her neck. He kept one hand cupped under her heavy tit, kept stroking and fondling the soft mass as she dipped her head toward his cock. On the screen, a naked blonde carefully tucked her hair behind her ear so the camera could get a close-up of her mouth encircling a mammoth dork. As the blonde's lips closed on the purple knob of the actor's schlang, Sandra's hot tongue stroked the tip of Carl's pecker.
Carl thought of Lynn's tongue touching his dick tip, whipping his throbbing knob. His hand squeezed Sandra's tit with gut-knotting frustration. The blonde on the screen slid the cock deep into her mouth. Carl's balls throbbed.
Sandra knelt on the front seat of the car and fucked her face on his dick. Without really thinking about it, he reached under her belly and flicked the button of her cut-offs loose, then pried the zipper down. As her hot mouth engulfed half his dork, he shoved her pants and panties off her, bared the lush, pale moons of her rear. His hand stroked the crack of her tail as she drew on his prick. He couldn't get the idea of doing this to Lynn out of his mind. He couldn't force from his memory the sight of Lynn's tight ass twitching down the street as he drove up behind her. He had seen her glance over her shoulder at him. That lush ass roll had been for his benefit.
Carl slipped his fingers down Sandra's rear until he felt the humid softness of her pussy. As Sandra stroked his dong with her hot tongue, his finger pried between her cunt lips and slid into her slippery tunnel. On the movie screen the blonde was moving her head up and down on the actor's shaft. She would pause every few moments and theatrically lick the underside of his cock.
Carl's balls felt as big as grapefruits. His whole crotch was a searing knot of horniness. He felt like he had gallons of cum stored up. He groaned and squirmed as Sandra's throat gulped at the head of his dork. The blonde in the movie was working her lips on the actor's pecker, working them to draw another inch of the heavy tower into her sucking mouth. Her spit trickled down the hard column, smeared the fingers she was using to steady her meal.
Carl's hips began to hump. He drew his finger out of Sandra's sopping twat, then drove it back into the hot, slick hole. He thought of his cock spearing between Lynn's slender thighs, and felt a hot drizzle of juice seep into Sandra's maw.
The blonde was bobbing her head harder and faster now. Her hair swirled around her face in spite of her efforts to keep it back out of the camera's way. Her face was shiny with sweat as she sucked the actor's cock. He had one hand tangled in her hair, and was guiding her moves.
Carl wondered if there was any way he could thrust his throbbing hard-on to the back of Lynn's throat. The thought of filling her teasing mouth with dork brought a hot surge of excitement to his guts. Revenge would be sweet. His hips hammered up, slammed his dick into Sandra's gulping mouth just as she was coming down.
She gagged, and moaned, and pulled up off him. After she caught her breath she went back to it. Her mouth enfolded his shaft like a hot, wet blanket, sent his lust soaring. He wriggled a second finger into her sopping twat as her ass squirmed and wriggled in the air.
The movie blonde had her head jerked rudely up off her meal. The gleaming shaft pulsed. The camera zoomed in, showed sperm spurting from the purple knob. The thick pearly gobbets leapt and jumped in the air. A thick driblet of jism spattered the actress's cheek. Then heavy waves drooled down the ,actor's cock and onto her fingers. She came down on his dork, his still pumping prick, and embraced the spurting head with her lips so she could take the rest of the load in her mouth.
The sight, and the thought of pouring shot after shot of blazing cum into Lynn's teasing mouth set Carl off like a missile. His balls convulsed, his ass cheeks knotted, his groin cramped, and he felt the first spurt rip the length of his dick like a wad of seething acid. Sandra wasn't working for the benefit of a camera. She took every bit with her lips and tongue, slurped up every gooey spouting. Carl wiggled his fingers in her soupy pussy as he poured wave after wave of jizz down her throat. All the horniness Lynn had built in his groin was unloaded into Sandra.
Up on the screen the actress was licking her partner's prick, sucking off the last pearly drops of jism. After carefully cleaning his dick, she sat up. Her heavy tits swayed lushly as she licked her fingers while the actor watched. The camera drew back, showed them together on the bed.
"Mmmmm, what a meal," Sandra purred. Carl pulled his fingers out of her pussy. She sat up. Her tits gleamed in the light from the screen. He kissed her, tasted his cream on her lips and tongue.
"Baby,- you are something else," Carl told her, his mind still more on Lynn than the girl he was with.
"Yeah, well, you better be able to get it up for me again," she warned.
"Don't worry, I've got lots more where that came from," he assured her.
Making no move to cover her breasts or pull her pants up, Sandra sat back. "Yeah, well, while you're recharging your batteries, how about getting me a drink?"
Carl began fastening his jeans. "What's the matter, don't you like the taste of cum?"
"It's like the finest wine, right when I take it," Sandra answered. "But a bit persistent, if you know what I mean."
"I don't, but I'll get you a drink anyway," Carl said, opening his door and slipping out into the darkness. "Back in a minute."
On the screen some attempt was being made at a plot. The drive-in was packed. There was constant motion toward the rest rooms and the food counter. The flow swelled and ebbed depending on the action on the screen. Carl unloaded his bladder, then went and filled a tray with colas and burgers and fries.
As he made his way to the back row of cars, he wondered how many tons of rubber were raked up every night. They looked like dead phosphorescent eels against the dark gravel. Reaching the car, he balanced the tray on one hand and opened the door wide. The dome light flicked on, and, when he saw Sandra, he almost dumped the food all over the seat. He threw himself in and slammed the door, hid her lush body in darkness. She was totally nude, and was sitting with her back against the passenger side door. Her sleek legs were stretched across the seat. She drew them back, bent her knees to give him room. The drinks were slapping against the plastic cup lids.
"Jesus Christ, you want to get us busted?" he asked, looking at her, wondering what she had done with her tee shirt and pants.
Sandra smiled lazily, and rubbed his thigh sensuously with her foot. "Just wanted to be ready for the main event," she purred. "Relax, they don't patrol this joint. Where's my drink?"
The crushed ice acted like an alarm, betrayed the shaking of his hand as he passed her cola over. "Got burgers and fries, too."
"Good, build up your strength," she teased.
He managed somehow to resign himself to her nudity. As he salted his potatoes, he turned to study her. Her breasts were exciting masses of silver flesh and jet black shadow. Her nipples were dark cones. Her pussy was in shadow, but her thighs were lit faintly.
"Bet you don't dare to get comfortable," she challenged. "You're gonna be bent over like a croquet hoop if you don't let your hard-on out." Stung, he yanked his jeans open, and let his throbbing pecker rest against the cool arc of the steering wheel as he slouched down. Then he looked over at her and grinned. Another hard ball of horniness was swelling in his gut.
The lips that had just sucked his cock sucked soft drink through a straw. Then he watched her sensuously munch down a limp, catsup-dripping French fry. "Saw you with Lynn Stevens this afternoon," she informed him.
"The fuck you did!"
Sandra provocatively ate another French fry. "You picked her upon Main Street, by the Post Office."
"So?"
Sandra reached down and wiped a blob of catsup off one naked tit. She sucked the red paste off her finger before she answered. "Don't know why you bother with that bitch. She's how old? Fourteen?"
"Fifteen," Carl growled.
"Fifteen!" Sandra snorted. "Skinny little runt doesn't even know what it's all for."
"She's not skinny," Carl retorted defensively. "Thirty-five-B-cup? I call that skinny," she said, and deliberately lifted her own thirty-eight C's and shook them at him.
Carl had no answer to that and glanced at the movie screen. The opening credits for the next flick were on.
"Man, I bet she's got you running in circles," Sandra noted through a mouthful of hamburger. "What do you mean?"
"She's a tease. She's a grade-A cock-tease. If you don't know that by now you're dumber than I thought."
Carl hid behind his soft drink cup. Ice crunched noisily between his teeth.
"She's a cock-teasing bitch," Sandra went on relentlessly. "A professional virgin: I'll bet she hasn't even let you get inside her non-existent, unnecessary bra."
Carl tried not to let Sandra see her shot had hit home.
She snorted. "A worthless bitch, that's what she is."
Carl was stung by her derision, and angry with himself, because she was right. It was stupid to waste time on Lynn. But just the thought of her face, her long brown hair, and her firm maturing tits, was enough to make his cock throb.
"Are we going to talk about Lynn all night, or do you want to fuck?" he asked bluntly, trying to head Sandra off.
She finished her drink and set the cup on the dash. "One thing's for sure."
"What's that?"
She grinned wickedly and let her legs spread slowly. As she sat facing him her hand slipped down to her naked pussy, into the impenetrable shadow there. "So long as you go on seeing her, you'll be ready and eager to prong me whenever I want you to. Because sure as hell, she's not going to give you a chance to get your rocks off in her." "Let's get in the back seat," Carl growled.
"Sure, Baby," Sandra replied, reached over her shoulder to unlock her door.
"Not like that!" Carl snapped.
"Chicken," she sniffed, re-locking the door and crawling onto the back of the seat. She paused, half way over, and wiggled her pale ass at him. Then she tumbled into the back.
The horn blared when Carl inadvertently bumped it. "Shit," he swore as he twisted around. The fact that Sandra was right about Lynn made him mad and clumsy.
"Hello, big boy," Sandra purred, curling her hand around his cock.
"You're a complete wanton, aren't you?" Carl observed.
"I love to fuck," Sandra said, guiding his dick to her cunt. She plowed her furrow with the head, stroked it up and down her hairy slit. His prick tip burned as it tore through her kinky pussy curls.
"And suck," Carl added as he mashed her heavy tits with his hands.
"And suck," she agreed. "And anything else you can think of." She was still dragging his cock head up and down her pussy. Her voice went ragged when his knob stroked her clit.
Sandra had her ass to the movie, and was straddling him as he slumped on the seat. She leaned back, arched her spine as he tortured her tits. Her cunt was thrust forward so she could split her slit with is dork.
"There anything you don't do?" Carl asked, his lust building as his cock was stimulated.
"Course not," she snorted. "Isn't that why you're here with me? Because you know I'll fuck?" "Yeah."
"I sure can't figure why you mess with Lynn." "Will you shut up about her?" he snapped, infuriated.
"Ow!" she yelped as his fingers dug into her naked jugs. "Yeah, okay," she agreed.
"You ever make it with another girl?" Carl asked curiously.
"Yeah," she answered, hissing as she nestled his dick-tip into her cunny. "Why?" He felt his balls steam at the embrace of her sizzling twat.
"I . just love ... to cum," Sandra grunted as she slowly drove herself down on his dork.
The sensation of having his dick gradually enfolded by Sandra's searing pussy brought a new wave of jism from his balls. It pooled in his gut like hot lava.
Carl thought of feeling Lynn's virgin channel taking his throbbing hard-on. He visualized her the way Sandra was, slender and graceful, her firm tits in his grasp as she slowly screwed herself onto his dick. The vision made his groin sizzle.
Sandra jammed down hard on his dork. His balls gave a convulsive gasp as her twat swallowed the full length of his pecker. "Stop thinking about that bitch!" Sandra snarled.
"How'd you know I was thinking about her?" Carl asked, too stunned to deny it.
"You were a million miles away for a moment there," Sandra answered. "Like I was nothing but a fucking machine."
"Well, aren't you?" he challenged.
Sandra pogo-sticked up and down on his dork. The light from the screen turned her pale brown curls into a shining halo around her shadowed face. "I am, but I still want your mind here, with me, not with some damn virgin slit. You want to make an ass of yourself with that cock-teasing bitch, go ahead. But right now, by damn, I want a good fuck and I need your attention to get it."
Carl's anger made his cock harder. "Well, you aren't doing anything to keep my attention;" he retorted.
Sandra slid up and down his cock, made the shaft burn. He felt more cum pooling in his guts. She added a back and forth motion in addition to the up and down one. The pressure when his cock tip dug at her pussy walls made his nuts knot.
On- the screen, over Sandra's shoulder, he could see a skinny redhead being held bent over the back of a chair by one man, while another aimed his cock into her twat from behind. The man's prick vanishing into the red snatch did little to increase Carl's already raging lust. But the sight of the girl being held helpless made something click in his mind. Then the thought was wrenched out of him by a -circular twist Sandra put into her screwing. With his cock almost full depth in her, she swiveled her hips, made his prick paddle her insides. She reached around his arms and began fingering her pussy.
Carl's nuts were a steaming swamp of semen. His whole gut was a knotted ache of horniness as his cock was stroked and battered by Sandra's cunt walls. For a fraction of a second a vision of Lynn flickered in his mind - her glittering eyes, her teasing tongue touching her upper lip as she threw him a coy glance over her shoulder. Then the feel of Sandra's cunt around his flaming hard-on drove the vision away.
"Jesus, you can fuck!"' Carl grunted. He had the feeling his cock was about to be ripped out by the roots.
"Yeah," Sandra panted. "Yeah, man, yeah! Carl struggled to ride with her. At first her wild motions had driven his lust higher. Now they just hurt - his cock was being yanked first one way and then another. He released her tits and grabbed her waist, tried to gain control of the proceedings. Sandra began grunting crazily as she neared her cumming. Carl jammed his cock up into her with quick, sharp drives. He could feel her fingers playing a mad tune on her clit. She kept on swiveling her hips. Then she stopped, started again, stopped sharply, started once more, then stopped dead. He rammed up into her as hard as he could. He felt the walls of her cunt spasming around his aching dork. She was rigid as iron. She wasn't even breathing. After an eternity she let a bit of her locked breath escape in a tight squeak. Then, as the convulsions of her pussy slowly faded, she exhaled. Groaning softly, she slumped forward on him. Her breasts mashed against his tee shirt. Instinctively, he cuddled her in his arms as his eyes focused on the movie. His cock stayed hard as ever as she caught her breath.
On the screen, a buxom brunette, fully clothed for a change, was boldly facing a threatening man. It looked like her hands were tied behind her back. As Carl watched, the man reached out and ripped away her blouse, revealed a monumental pair of heaving breasts. There was a flash of fear and lust on the woman's face, then pain as his hand clutched her jutting jugs.
An idea tickled the back of Carl's mind as he watched the screen and waited for Sandra to recover. Something about the way the man was treating the brunette stirred a responsive chord it Carl. When the man gave a brutal shove, drove the woman onto the bed, Carl felt his insides seethe with arousal. She writhed and bucked helplessly when the man grabbed her black slacks and yanked them down, exposing her bush.
Carl felt cruel pleasure at the sight of the woman, helpless, being bared to the camera. The man stood back after depriving her of her last covering. With savage deliberation, he stripped while she watched with mingled arousal and tenor. He revealed a monster of a cock - a towering demanding shaft of lust. At the sight of his dick, the bound actress licked her lips and began pleading with him. The hot glow in her eyes betrayed her real feelings.
Carl shifted, stirred his hard-on in Sandra's cunt as the man on the screen advanced on his helpless prey. He was holding his cock in one fist, like it was a gun. The woman wriggled away from him until she was pressed against the wall. Her breasts heaved with her fear - panting.
"Fuck her, Carl grated as the man joined his victim on the bed.
"What?" Sandra asked, puzzled. "The movie."
"Oh. Jeez, you're still hard as a rock," she noted.
"I'll get back to you in a minute," Carl promised, his eyes glued to the rape on the screen. "Ho ho, listen to the big man," Sandra said. "Shut up," Carl snapped.
Something in his tone told Sandra not to mess with him this time.
The actor slammed his cock into the bound woman's belly. She screamed and bucked at the brutal penetration. But there was as much lust as pain on her face as he spitted her on his dork. Although her hands were bound, her legs weren't. She spread them wide, dug her heels into the mattress, jacked her pussy up invitingly.
The man clutched her, and fucked her with quick, sharp, impatient drives. His fingers dug into her tits as he raped her. Her head rolled with lust as she took his cock, heaved and humped beneath him.
Carl's balls knotted tight with horniness as he watched. He could almost feel the woman under him. He loved the idea that she was helpless. He would control the action! He would set the pace, and be damned if she was satisfied or not. He would haul his own ashes, and to hell with-her. For a change, the director let the couple in the movie stay locked, instead of having the man-pull out for a cum shot. The camera swooped in for a close-up of the mammoth pecker parting the black-maned pussy lips. The slithery gleam of the woman's juices was picked out by the hard light. They drizzled down over her puckery asshole, just under the balls of her attacker. The monster cock was pulsing. The actor's ass cheeks were clenching as he unloaded into the helpless woman. A thick creamy gray wave of goo erupted from around his dork and streamed down the actress's ass. Carl thought he was going to cum right then.
He held off, though. By gritting his teeth, he held off until the actor extracted his shrinking pecker from the actress. The brunette lay there limp and exhausted, legs sprawled wide, her chest heaving. Her pussy lips were swollen and flushed. Pearly cum spilled from her ravaged slit.
The man turned away from her as if she no longer existed. Carl returned his attention to Sandra. He twisted her sideways and dumped her on her ass on the car seat. Grabbing one of her ankles, he yanked her foot up to the back of the seat.
Sandra took it. She looked both surprised and excited as he lay over her, braced up on his hands. He raped his cock into her, hard. He felt his pubic arch crash against hers, felt his cock head ram the end of her cunt. Brutally, he slammed into her again and again.
The tide of cum in his guts was rising like it was driven by storm winds. He didn't care who was under him. It was a cunt. He fitted Lynn's face to the body, and his balls got bigger and hotter. All his frustration and fury boiled up as he rammed into Sandra's crotch.
Sandra was grunting with each impact. Her eyes closed and her head rolled as her breasts shivered from the jolts. The windows of the car were steaming up. Her mouth was a loose circle of horniness as he ravaged her. She lay under him almost, but not quite, limp. Her gut was tight as she humped her hips; invited his thrusts. Her hands were over her head, clutching the door handle. Carl imagined Lynn, ropes biting into her wrists, holding her helpless, as he rammed his cock into her. His balls went off. like Fourth of July fireworks. As he clung to the vision, his cock Roman-candled searing spurts of jism into Sandra's spasming cunt. His balls unloaded their fury in a series of volcanic gushes. He hosed her with burning fluid. The excess poured out, made a sticky wet-splotch on the car seat.
When he was done he lay down. His full weight crushed Sandra against the hard seat as he caught his breath. For the first time in weeks, since he had first started seeing Lynn, he was sated. There wasn't the slightest bit of horniness left in him as he dozed on the cushiony masses of Sandra's jugs. "Uhn," Sandra grunted at last. "What?" he asked, rousing from the half sleep.
"Off, dammit," she growled, pushing at him. "What's the matter?" He made no move to get up.
"Can't breathe," she wheezed, shoving harder. With a weary sigh, he heaved himself off her. He felt his dick slither out of her sodden twat. He looked down at her as she lay there on the back, legs still sprawled wide.
"Jesus! What the hell got into you?" she asked. "What's it matter?" he asked, reaching for a cigarette.
"I'll be sore for a week," she complained. "Tough shit," he retorted, blowing a cloud of smoke over her. "You loved it."
"Yeah, I did," she admitted, untangling herself from him and sitting up. She took the cigarette and sucked smoke deep into her magnificent chest.
"So, stop complaining," Carl told her, tucking her under his arm and cupping one tit with his hand. He grabbed the cigarette back and took another drag.
"Oh ho, so that's what did it," Sandra said, catching sight of the movie. Another girl, a blonde, was tied spread-eagle on an old-style pipe-frame bed. A man was humping her madly.
Carl studied the scene with almost intellectual detachment, noted how the ropes were secured to the blonde's wrists and ankles.
"You try something like that with me and I'll rip your balls off," Sandra warned, taking the cigarette.
"I'm not thinking of trying it with you," he assured her.
"Then who ... Lynn?" She didn't see his slight nod. She didn't need to. "I'll be damned," she breathed. "Just what the teasing bitch deserves!"
"Yeah," Carl agreed, hauling his jeans up and fastening them. "Let's get out of here."
"Hey, I want to watch this," Sandra complained.
Carl was tired of her, tired of all women. "Fuck you," he grunted as he scrambled over the seat and dropped behind the steering wheel. Reaching over, he rolled down her window, unhooked the speaker, and returned it to the pole.
"Let me at least get dressed," Sandra complained.
"What's the matter, you turning chicken?" he challenged.
Sandra paused, then dropped the shirt she had been about to pull on. Still naked, she climbed into the front seat. "No. Let's go."
In spite of being totally fucked out, Carl felt a tightening in his groin as he drove out of the theater. The light from the screen played over Sandra's lush body. She folded her arms under her tits, didn't cover them as they drove through town. At one point Carl pulled up next to a truck. He knew the other driver was staring down at Sandra's total exposure. She did nothing to hide her pussy or tits. The truck kept pace for the next three blocks. Then Carl turned off.
He pulled up in front of Sandra's apartment building and stopped. Then he looked at her.
"Well?" he asked challengingly.
There was a satisfying flicker of fear in her eyes. "Well what?" she asked.
"You going to get dressed now? Or walk in like that?" He was daring her.
She bit her lip, and backed down. He felt a surge of triumph as she reached for her clothes and dragged them on. Her back was stiff as she marched up the walk and let herself into the lighted lobby. She turned and gave him the finger before she went to the elevator.
Carl laughed. As he drove away his mind was busy on another scheme.