Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

"You don't love her," that cunt gave me back. "Not after what you were doing out in that car; you couldn't love any girl, and you know it." She eyed me meanly, and didn't budge when I tried to push past her to that door.

The fact that she stood directly in my way, letting me practically slam right against her tits, and the fact that I really wanted to stud her as much as I wanted to dick Susie, gave me an idea. And that's why I gave her a rubbing of chest to tits, looking solidly at her, and whispering, "You can have what you saw in the car, Bev, if you're interested."

She flustered, and moved away. "I wouldn't think of such a thing," she snapped, outraged.

Outraged, my asshole. None of them are ever outraged when you're offering them cock. I knew that, and so I added, "Bev, I would have married you if you'd given me a chance."

"You're a bastard," she hissed, backing away when I tried to go after her. "You're a bastard, and you know it."

I grabbed her. I pulled her close. She tried to break away, but she didn't say a word. She could have screamed, but she didn't say a word. I plunged my lips to hers, and dug my tongue between her lips. She yielded exactly as I had expected she would and soon our tongues were doing crazy little dances together and she was shoving her big hot tits against me. I squeezed them. She sighed somehow even with her mouth locked on mine. Then I inched up her skirt as she threw her box at my cock, and I got a finger hand between her legs and went after her vag.

It was then there sounded footsteps in the hall, and she drew herself away from me fast, and said loudly, "I'll see if she wants to see you." And to me, she whispered, "I'll take care of her if you'll…" And her eyes on me completed that proposition.

I only had to nod, and she went into that bedroom while Susie's stupid mom and dad came to me and asked me what was the trouble. I said I didn't know, and that Bev was trying to bring Susie to me so we could discuss things, and then Bev was back and was easing off those old idiots while she indicated I should go into Susie's bedroom where the dumb cunt lay bawling on her wide bed.

I went in, closed the door behind me and determined that I was going to fuck that twat right there that night in her own damned bedroom. It would be a beautiful turn of fate, I figured, and something to even the score for her embarrassing me the way she did with that virgin act. But I wasn't in that room, and sitting on that bed five minutes than Susie was coming into my lap and rubbing her lips against my bulge and telling me she never wanted to lose me.

That's something I've learned about broads. When they're in a pinch, they'll always let their sex go if it means holding a guy. They can be the supposedly purest twats in the world, but pressure them with the thought of losing you, and they'll do anything under the sun to hold on. That's exactly what Susie was doing there on my fly.

And I unzipped it for her. I wanted to see exactly how far she would go. So I unzipped my fly for her and watched. I assure you, I didn't have to watch long. She looked up at me through tearful eyes, like she was asking a question, and then, not waiting an answer, she took its hilt daintily with one hand, clasping the root preciously with her little fingers and thumb, and mournfully went down with her lips to its red swollen head. She knew the way to a man's heart, believe me.

But they all do. Every cunt does. Show me the cunt that won't suck you off if you want it, and I'll show you a cunt that doesn't know anything at all. One thing I've discovered and that is that there are very few broads indeed who won't blow you if you want them to blow you. Oh, they might pretend that they don't know what it's about, but I assure you it doesn't take them long to find out.

Anyway, Susie began licking my dick. Oh, she cried a little, and sobbed, and looked tearfully at me once in awhile. But she never stopped her dick-licking. She gobbled it beautifully, and of course I shoved my prime pork solidly into her mouth. If she wanted to suck me, I was willing to be sucked.

It was during the blow job that Bev came back. She gasped when she saw what was happening, and Susie started to pull away. But I just laughed about the whole thing, waved that Bev should enter, pulled Susie's head back down on my dick, and told Bev she could keep herself busy too if she was interested. "Undress Susie," I said, "and eat her cunt awhile if you feel like it. There's no sense passing up an opportunity for sex." And I laughed as I rammed my dick into Susie's mouth again.

I've found that you don't really have to spend much time convincing a broad about sex, if she thinks she can get away with it. And even when she doesn't think she can get away with it, she'll do whatever is necessary to get her sex kicks. For instance, Beverly went right away, right there in that room when everybody else was in that house, and she proceeded to undress Susie, slipping away Susie's pretty dress, taking off her slip and bra and pants and garter belt and stockings, everything, while Susie, between letting Bev take this or that off her, continued that suck on my cock.

And then Bev dropped her own things, like she had been waiting for that day a half a century, and she spread her girlfriend's legs and went after that red-haired bush and buried her face between those luscious thighs and started eating cunt like nobody's business.

It was a great session, believe me. I was going nuts from the good feeling Susie was giving my rod. And Susie, in turn, was shaking all over from Bev's action on her vag. And I decided to help the cause along with Bev by eating her vag, in turn. So we all went into a chain on that bed, and I got a taste of some bittersweet cunt. Bev locked her legs around my head and damned nearly squeezed me to death, humping and thrusting, enjoying every wild good twist of the tongue I sent up her hot vag. It was a crazy chain, believe me.

And then we all rode to good comes. We thrashed left and right and sent ourselves into spasms that wouldn't stop till the last taut nerve endings had been released. We spiraled round and round, gave each other our bottoms in wild glee, and finally unleashed everything that was inside us, pounding our bodies solidly against the other's mouths. It was wild.

Afterwards we got ourselves ready and went back to the party and said we had talked things out and that it all had been a little misunderstanding and that everything was just fine between us, and that nobody had a thing to worry about.

Susie's old lady and old man believed us, and gave us big smiles and behaved like a couple of dopes. But Ruthie gave us the eye, she having returned to the party, and Susie and her sister exchanged interesting glances. And I knew there would be more than already had happened.

Which is another story.

I started out talking about something else, so I don't want to get sidetracked. Let me just say this. Susie and Ruthie and Beverly learned to know each other quite well and rather satisfactorily, and we made a pleasant foursome. But I still had my plans for that cunt Susie, and I made it clear to her one afternoon a few months later and just before we were scheduled to get married.

"Baby," I said to her that day when we had just finished knocking it off in her bedroom and when her parents and sister were out elsewhere, "I think we ought to bug out. I don't think I can make the scene anymore with Ruthie and Bev. I think they're interfering with a good thing."

She bit. She was ready for it. As I've long ago discovered, every cunt will fuck with others around if that's the only way she can hold her man. But, given the chance, she'll always try to have him for herself at any price. So she agreed hastily.

And we made arrangements to elope. Within the week we had pulled it off, and we hit the road. Oh, she was surprised when she found out I wasn't getting married. But she wanted me alone so much that she didn't give a damn if I didn't marry her right away. She was convinced that I was hers, and that was the main thing.