Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

Finally I thought I saw the one I wanted. Oh, don't get me wrong; she had screwed, too. She wasn't a virgin, that's for sure. Her name was Susie, and she was a pretty little redhead with very long hair which she said she hadn't cut since she was twelve. She was big in the boobs department but had a narrow ass that indicated she hadn't known too much sack time. When I asked her if she'd ever laid, she flustered and then finally admitted that she'd been dicked a couple of times by a boyfriend who had left her. From everything I could figure, she was what I wanted for a screwing.

So I started seeing her regularly. She was worried about fucking, and she wouldn't spread right away. I wished I had Angie around for the game we'd play on so many other cunts. But I also wanted to make her, just for the sake of proving myself alone. I courted her like I really was after her hand in marriage, and pretty soon we got close to home plate.

It came about in a funny way, too, when it did come. Let me tell you about that.

We actually got engaged. Believe it or not, but I scrounged up a second-hand ring and we had a big ceremony at her house, and her mom and dad were there, and so was her older sister, Ruthie, a broad who was twenty-four, divorced, and had a pair of kids.

Ruthie was another redhead, though not as red as Susie. And she was different in other ways too. I had suspected she was, on the few occasions when I had met her previously, but on the night of the engagement party, she proved how right I was. Like, she said, right off, when we were alone by the punchbowl and Susie was out dancing on the floor with a guy who dated her girlfriend, Beverly, "You're hot for her twat, and you know it."

I did a double-take when I heard Ruthie say that, and she laughed, adding, "Don't worry, I'm not loaded; not that loaded. But I know a thing when I see it. You won't marry Susie, and you know it. You're just after her ass."

I pretended to be surprised. And I even said, somewhat angrily for effect, "How can you say something like that? What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about," she said, turning to me in such a way that I was looking down into a pile of lovely decolletage in the low-cut blouse she wore. Her tits were coming up like beautiful white crests, begging me to touch them. I knew I was hot. Hell, a hard was building in my drawers.

She rubbed herself lightly, supposedly accidentally, against that too, and I knew I had to screw her before the night was over. "You're a bitch," I hissed. "You're a filthy bitch."

"Ace, you know your own kind," she gave me back. "And from the minute I first saw you, I knew you were my kind. Now why the hell don't we bug out of here and get it over with?"

I looked around. Susie was still dancing happily with the girlfriend's date. Beverly, the girlfriend, was dancing with another. Everybody was occupied. It would be a perfect time to cut out for a breath of fresh air – or something. "Meet me at my car. It's down the street. You know which one," I whispered. "I'll say I have to head out for a minute if they ask."

"Don't let them ask," she came back throatily. "Just bug out now. I'll cut by the back way, and we'll meet there. Hurry up. I'm creaming my panties." And she started away quickly, going to the kitchen.

I slipped out without telling anybody anything. Susie's mom saw me just as I was to the door. I smiled, and made a sign like I had forgotten something, and I hurried the hell out of there. Then I went down the street fast. When I reached my car, I heard Ruthie say through the back window, "I'm here, sweetheart, ready and waiting. Don't waste a minute." And there she was, spread on the seat, her pants on the floor, her cunt big and furry and ready in front of me.

"You want to fuck here?"

"I want to fuck here. I don't give a damn where I fuck. I would have fucked in there. I'll fuck anywhere. Ace, you don't know how much I want your dick." She was fumbling at my fly before I was ten seconds in that car.

"You're hard-up," I said. "That's your whole trouble. You're jut hard-up. You want a fuck. It doesn't matter whose prick it is. You just want a fuck."

She yanked my dick from my shorts and started it to her cooz. "It's true I need a dick," she said. "I'm not married anymore, and I want cock. I got used to it when I was hitched, and I don't know how to break it."

"You're a slut," I said, "like all broads. Nothing but a slut."

"Why do you want to fuck Susie then?" she asked, inserting my rod solidly to her hot box. "If all you think we are is sluts, what's with Susie?"

"Maybe I like smashing the cherry kind."

"She's no cherry, and you know it. She told me she already told you about the boyfriend that took it."

"Maybe she's close enough these days to be a reasonable facsimile."

"You're a rolling stone, Ace. She's something you need for something else. What is it?"

"Shut up. You've got cock in your twat now. So start screwing. Just shut up and start screwing." And I sent my pork deep into her hot hole for a long good wham.

She shut up and went after my cock with a firm twist of her box. It made me shiver. I liked the way she handled her cooz. I pulled her blouse away, unbuttoning its back quickly, and unsnapped that half-bra she was wearing and took her beautiful orbs in my mouth solidly, one at a time. She had immense aureoles, the kind that practically cover the whole damned tit. Her boobs were big things too, starting to be hangers, loose and kind of floppy without the bra, and her coronas were immense.

I worked her nips with my tongue and lips and soon I had them shooting out like rockets. "Oooh," she squealed. "You're unbelievable, Ace. You suck a tit better than I've ever had done to me before. It's great. It's sensational."

I grabbed her ass cheeks, and she locked her legs around my neck next, and I sent my meat solidly against the roof of her cunt. I dug her with a vengeance, and didn't say anything, sucking her titties, and banging her cunt solidly. Soon we were rocking for a big come, and we couldn't have stopped ourselves even if we had tried.

And, wouldn't you know it? That's exactly when Susie and her girl friend Beverly showed up. We didn't know it, Ruthie or I, until we heard them scream outside the car window and then turned, spent in our fuck at the very moment of our final coming, to see those other broads running down the street, crying like a pair of cherries.

Ruthie laughed. That's the first thing she did when she realized what had happened. "Well, you fucked yourself but good," she said, happy as all get out. "There goes the engagement – out the window."

I slapped her face. "You bitch," I raged. "That's what you'd like, wouldn't you? You'd like that very thing. Well, bitcho, you're not going to get that, believe me." And I pulled my spent dick from her wet hole, wiped it dry on her blouse while she screamed and tried to pull her blouse away and called me all kinds of names. Then I shoved the come in her face where I had wiped my dick on her blouse, punched her tits hard with a fist, each of them in turn, and then rammed a pair of fingers hard up her vag and made her really scream.

After that I went to the house and found Susie in her room, bawling. Everybody was upset, but nobody knew exactly what had happened. Oh, they all had an idea, because they had surely missed Ruthie too. But they really didn't know; all except Beverly.

That cunt was standing outside Ruthie's bedroom door like a guard. A bitch with long black hair and big black eyes, she had a terrific pair of tits and a swell ass too, and I never stopped wanting to stick it to her either, the whole time I had been dating stupid Susie. But I was concentrating on Susie, and I didn't want to lose her. So I said to Beverly then, when she and I faced each other alone outside Susie's door, "Let me see her, Bev. I love that girl. Please let me see her."