Chapter 1
She thought he was amusing. His name was Wilbur and she'd met him the week before at a party. Now they were sitting in a cocktail lounge and he was coming on to her, talking about sex, pressing close.
He was making a pass, that was what it was. He wanted to fuck her. She could tell, all right. She was old enough and he wasn't the first.
"Barbara, I really like you," he said.
She smiled. "Well, that's nice, I like you too, Wilbur."
She let him press his thigh against hers. He had his arm around her shoulders and his hand just grazing the bulge of her right tit. She thought about his prick getting hard in his pants. She liked to do that; she liked to tease them, that much she liked. And she liked jerking them off later when they were really hot.
But she hated fucking. Fucking was so wet and dirty, really disgusting.
Barbara Williams had been married about six months when she was nineteen. It was the worst mistake she ever made. But that was a long time ago and it was finished. She hardly ever thought about it.
She didn't mind the company of men. She liked them when they weren't too pushy. She'd let them touch her if she was in the mood, but no fucking, nothing more than light petting. She'd rather be alone when she got off.
Barbara knew a hundred ways to jerk off when she was in the mood. She'd rather do it herself. The idea of a man coming in her pussy was disgusting. She would never suck their cocks. Her ex-husband had got so mad he beat her up, but she wouldn't do it. She never liked being fucked by him or anyone else. She jerked him off a lot, and that always saved her. She didn't mind that. Sometimes it was fun to see the guy come, to see him lose control, to see his white spunk shoot like an oil well. She liked to watch guys come, but better than that she liked to tease them. That was the most fun of all.
"Watch your hand," she whispered to Wilbur. "Someone will see."
"Oh, hell, Barbara, everybody in here is doing the same thing. I thought you liked me."
"I do like you, but I don't like to fool around when people can see."
What he did was take his arm away and put his hand in her lap. She didn't want it, but no one could see what they were doing now, so how could she complain? Besides, it wasn't that he just had his hand on her thigh. He was squeezing her thigh through her summer dress and it felt good. She could feel her pussy tingle. As long as he didn't get too pushy, it was all right. It was even fun doing it like this in a public place. Most people were probably doing worse.
Oh, go on, she thought, you know you like it. At least this much. He wasn't fucking her. They were just playing around. Why not enjoy it? Why not enjoy the feel of his fingers, the pressure of his hand?
But what she said was: "Wilbur, I thought you were a gentleman."
He groaned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I haven't decided."
"Jesus, Barbara, you're driving me crazy."
"Do you like me, Wilbur?"
"You're a knockout."
"Your hand is getting very close to where it shouldn't be."
"I can't help it, Barbara - you turn me on."
"Order something to drink, Wilbur. Maybe that will cool you down."
But of course it didn't cool him down. She knew it wouldn't. Anyway, she didn't want him cooled down. She was just teasing. And when the next moment his fingers touched the mound of her pussy through her dress, she said nothing, not a murmur. She just opened her legs to give his hand more room, to let him know he could play a little, but just a little.
He groaned and she smiled. She whispered in his ear. "Be careful, Wilbur, don't do anything rash." But she didn't push his hand away.
He wasn't stupid. He knew he had permission. He rubbed her crotch, his fingers rubbing up and down her cuntlips through the thin material of her dress and panties.
It felt good. She could feel herself juicing up. She could feel the wetness pouring into the crotch of her panties. She remembered how some of the girls in high school would wear tampons when they went out with a guy just to soak up the pussy-juice. All those jokes about wet tampons.
Now she thought, all right, let's see how crazy he can get. She slid her hand into his lap.
She inched her fingers along his thigh until she found the bulge of his cock. His hard-on. She wanted to giggle, but she held it back. His cock was so stiff, it was like iron. She thought about that big cock in his pants. The poor guy must be uncomfortable, she thought. He was all hot and bothered, his prick like iron.
She ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock and decided it wasn't that big. She'd felt bigger cocks. They all thought their cocks were so important. Well, she didn't think so. They were fun to play with and she liked to watch them shoot off, but that was all. Maybe Wilbur thought he'd get to fuck her. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
"Jesus, you're making me hot," he said.
"All right, I'll take my hand away."
But she didn't, she kept her hand right where it was, her fingers rubbing the length of his cock, her legs apart to make room for his hand.
Then he said: "Can I touch your pussy, Barbara?"
"Aren't you doing that now?"
"I mean under your dress."
"All right, go on, but be careful no one sees you."
There was no way anyone could see. It was so dark in the place, she could hardly see the table in front of them.
Now his hand pulled her dress back. His fingers were on her thigh. She wore garters and stockings. She liked to dress sexy when she went out. She knew she'd get a reaction from Wilbur. When he felt bare flesh above her stockings, he grunted and swore.
Once again she wanted to giggle. She could feel him tremble with excitement. Then his fingers moved higher along the inside of her thigh to the bulge of her pussy; her cunt bush bulging through the nylon of her panties.
She guessed her crotch was soaked. He'd get his fingers wet. Well, that wasn't her problem. If he was so anxious to touch her wet cunt, let him worry about his wet fingers.
She thought the most disgusting thing in the world was the idea that some men liked to get down there and suck cunt. Imagine that - sucking a raunchy wet cunt. The idea of it was enough to make her puke. She couldn't understand how anyone could do it. How could they suck the juice out of a dripping cunt? That was what she thought about sometimes when she was really hot. She imagined some big stud with a huge cock going down on her, sucking her pussy, really pulling the slime out of her cunt, getting it all over his mouth and chin. How disgusting it was. She couldn't understand how anyone could do it.
"Come on, Barbara, let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere."
"What for?"
"You know what for. Let's go somewhere and fuck."
"Not on your life. You've got the wrong idea about me."
"But..."
"I said no."
"I can't take this . . . you fool around like this ... you can't do it."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, except maybe to the car."
"And what happens there?"
"Well, if I've got you so crazy hot, I suppose I ought to do something to relieve you."
He didn't wait for any more explanations. He practically dragged her out of the cocktail lounge to the parking lot.
She insisted they use her car. She wouldn't use his car - she was too smart for that. She wouldn't take any chances.
She took him to her own car and had him sit in the passenger seat. They kissed and necked awhile, and then they were back to basics, his hand between her legs, her hand on his stiff cock. But this time she opened his fly and pulled his hard prick out.
Oh, he loved that, she could tell. She stroked his prick, spread the juice leaking out of his piss-hole over his cockhead. She gave him a real good hand-job. She knew how. She'd lost count of all the cocks she'd brought off, all the gallons of jism.
She liked to watch the jizz come out like an oil well. White oil. They turned into lambs when she had their cocks in her hand.
Wilbur's cock was nice, only average size but thick and hard like a bone. Lots of foreskin. She liked that. It was fun to pull the skin up and down, rub it over his cockhead. Cocks were more sensitive when they weren't cut.
He was far gone now. He leaned back and sighed and grunted and told her to keep going.
She watched him make faces, watched him hiss. He made a croaking sound when she stopped to delay it a bit. She loved driving them crazy, getting them almost to the point of shooting and then letting them hang. She imagined the jism boiling in his balls.
All right, she thought, now beat him off. She moved her hand up and down fast, pumping his prick with a firm grip.
His cock was so hot in her hand, like a hot salami. There was just enough light so she could see. She kept her eyes on his piss-hole as she pumped her hand up and down. The piss-hole always got bigger at the instant before they came.
Oh, here it is, he's coming, she thought.
Wilbur groaned as his hot jism suddenly spurted in great globs out of his piss-hole. Barbara was delighted as she watched four thick jets of jizz shoot out of his cock one after the other. She kept pumping and managed to get a fifth. His spunk was all over the car, on his pants, on her hand, the drops flying. She chided herself for not using a handkerchief or something. Now she had a mess in the car.
The hell with it, she thought. She was having too much fun. She milked the last of his load out of his prick. She squeezed and pinched his cockhead to get the last drop.
"Oh, Jesus, why don't you suck it?" Wilbur said with a groan.
Barbara dropped his prick and backed off. "I certainly won't! I don't ever do that. Anyway, you're finished now. You ought to be happy I did this much. You had a good one didn't you? What more do you want? Come on now, I'm going home. You can call me sometime if you like, but that's all for tonight. I've got a headache."
She almost had to push him out of the car, but she did manage to get him out. She blew him a kiss. He wasn't that bad, just a bozo like all the others. But it was fun bringing him off, milking his prick like that and watching it squirt. She smiled as she waved good-bye. She started the car, pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the road to drive home.
Well, the evening wasn't that bad, she thought. They had a nice dinner and a few drinks. She had split the cost with him, so she didn't have to feel guilty about that. She didn't like to take their money, just their jism.
She remembered the way his cock throbbed in her hand when he came. She knew how to squeeze just hard enough so she could feel the stuff shooting out. She always liked it better in daylight or indoors, because then she could really see something. She remembered a TV repairman she'd beat off, his jism shooting almost across the living room. It took her an hour to get it off that chair. There were shooters and there were gushers. Maybe it was the pressure inside, how long since the last time they came. It was nice to see, but she hated getting jizz on her hands and clothes. Even now, her hands were sticky. Yuk! How she hated it. She'd wash her hands and maybe after that she'd settle down in front of the TV and take care of herself. She'd give herself a good rub-off with her vibrator. Four or five decent orgasms before turning in. Maybe a nightcap. She had a yen for some ice cream, but she wouldn't, not tonight. She had to watch her weight.
On a lonely stretch of road not far from her house, she noticed the lights behind her.
They'd been behind her for some time, but they were closer now. Too close.
She slowed down to let the car pass, but when it did pass it suddenly pulled in front of her so close that she had to put the brakes on. The car slowed and stopped and she had to stop to avoid ramming it.
She was so mad she rolled the window down. She expected a gang of kids playing games, but it wasn't a gang - it was Wilbur and two men. They moved towards her, lumbered towards her car and opened the doors on both sides.
Oh, my God, she thought.
Then someone hit her. They pulled her out of the car and hit her again, this time harder, and everything suddenly went black.