Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

Sally, the dummy, was paralyzed. Everything was happening to her, and she wasn't making anything happen in her own life. I realized the dumbness of most cunts when I watched her in that room. I knew that cunts aren't worth respecting, that nothing about them is worth a damn. A broad has a pair of tits and a snatch, but nothing else. The smart guys learns this early. He's not sucked in by the fact that his groin responds to those tits and that pussy. After awhile, he knows that, when you turn them upside down, they're all the same. And he acts accordingly. If he's smart, he never lets a broad take him for a ride. He always takes her.

So it was easy for me to tell her, "Sally, go onto your knees. Suck Higgie off and I'll hit your twat from behind. I'll stud you doggy-style, and you can blow Higgie's dick while I'm screwing you from behind. Go ahead, sweetheart. Get onto your knees."

"That's a swell idea," Angie said enthusiastically, turning Sally around, and setting her up for the fucking. "That's a perfect way to take both of them, Sal. Hurry. Show them how you can do it."

It was then that Sally burst into tears. Suddenly she whimpered, and then bawled. And she said, "But I've never…" And she stopped, short, not finishing her words, looking embarrassedly to Angie, probably realizing that her fear had made her reveal exactly how unsophisticated and immature she really was. But she couldn't stop bawling. And that's when Alternate Plan Number Two came into play.

Higgie immediately jumped forward, now balls-naked, and he said, very harshly to the broad, "Do you mean you're taking my dough, but not giving me a fair return? Why, you lousy bitch!" and he slammed her face solidly with a fist. She toppled over like a rag-doll, and Higgie fell atop her, pounding her as she suddenly screamed.

Angie and I naturally jumped on him, pulling him away, and Angie shouted, "Why, you dirty bastard. You filthy lousy bastard. Higgie, you're worthless. That poor girl wants to screw you, and yet you…"

I interrupted on cue, saying, "She'll screw only me. I won't let her screw you. I won't let…"

Then, on cue, Higgie interrupted, shouting, "I'll screw her. You'll have to get her damned far from here before you screw her without me screwing her. I'll screw her, don't worry."

"I will get her damned far from here," I shouted in return. "I'll get her all the way to Mexico. That's where I'll get her. I'll take her to Mexico."

"I'll follow you," Higgie shouted. "I'll follow you across the face of the earth. I want that cunt's twat. You understand? I want that broad's snatch."

Then Higgie and I engaged in a mock fist fight in which I floored him fast, kicked his face, and sent him in a roll on the floor. "Take that, you sonofabitch," I shouted. "Screw her if you think you can. But you'll get more of the same if she doesn't want you to screw her."

It was then Angie stepped in. "I've had enough violence around here," she yelled at both Higgie and myself. "And I'll be damned if I'll have anymore of it. Look," she then yelled directly at me, "if Sally wants to screw Higgie, that's her business. You've got no right interfering with her, do you understand?"

"She doesn't want to screw him," I shouted. And to Sally I then demanded, "Do you, Sal? Do you want to screw that bastard?"

Angie answered fast while the dummy still whimpered, and Angie snapped at me, "She'll screw Higgie. She's not like you. She's mature and sophisticated. Sally's broad-minded." To the mark then she said, going onto the bed beside her, cuddling the dummy, "Aren't you, baby? Aren't you broad-minded. You're like I am. Me, I can screw a guy regardless of how he treats me. You know why, too, don't you, hon? Because we're superior to any men. We know we are, and we know they need our cunts. At the same time, we like our loving, so it doesn't matter. We can take their cocks just for the good it does us. But we don't give a shit for any of them. We can screw them anytime."

Sally stupidly nodded agreement. She played into our hands all the way. And when Angie suggested we get on with the show, told Sally to go back onto her knees again and prepare to suck Higgie's dick while I stuffed my pork up her bun from behind, the idiot did exactly that. She went onto her knees and even opened her mouth in the shape of an O and closed her eyes and waited.

It was too funny for words. Angie shook her head when the kid was that way, and we all grinned at each other. Higgie was gleeful and raised a forefinger and thumb in a circle to indicate perfection. Then he went onto the bed and sent his pork at her mouth. I climbed behind the loon, and studded her cunt from the rear passage. She moaned and started to bawl again, but Angie comforted her by playing with Sally's nips. It was quite a scene.

Let me describe it for you, before I go on to tell about our trip to the border. There we were with the mark among us, and I was sending my spear into her vault, reaming her cunt from behind beautifully. I could see myself in an adjacent vanity mirror, and I was holding her hips, she was on her knees, I had my belly against her ass cheeks, and I was laughing like hell at myself in that mirror from the good feeling it was giving me to ram her bun that way.

All the while Higgie was in front of her on his knees, his back against the headboard, and he had his cock in her mouth. She was on her elbows and had her neck strained and was gobbling his pork, her eyes closed and tears flowing from them. And he was fucking her solidly into her mouth.

Beside her, on her own knees, Angie was reaching up to play with the dope's nipples, feeling Sally's titties, and occasionally going under her to suck her nips. And Sally was responding by shaking all over and by wriggling her can at me. And we all were having one helluva good time.

Soon Higgie and I started working for our comes. Looking into the mirror, I could see his tension mount the same as did mine. We both were grinning at that mirror, watching what was happening like a couple of happy kids, and we hardly could keep our eyes open. Soon all we could do was fuck what was in front of us. I couldn't see my spear going in and out of her bun because she had her ass smack against my belly, and vice versa. But just watching Higgie's big dick go in and out of her mouth turned me on some more, and soon I was imagining that his cock was my own and that I was studding the bitch from both ends. And it sent the old cream high in my balls, and soon I was ready to pop.

That's when I savagely grabbed her hips, didn't laugh anymore but just raged, "You fucking lousy bitch, I'm going to send my payload into you now. I'm going to wallop you good with my come, you lousy twat. I'm going to give you the treatment now, believe me." And I seared her cunt hard and heavy and fast, fast, fast, with my powerful rod.

It was a wild and good feeling, something crazy, and I felt the jism rushing out from my balls and along my pole and straight into her hot cunt. I felt it spilling away, and I felt the relief coming to my ached groin. I shoved and shoved and felt the tremendous pressure release itself from my loins as I spilled my crap into her. It was great. I hated the bitch, but I loved to pour that jism up her hole.

At the same time Higgie gave her the treatment, too. He sent his come solidly into her mouth. And he squeezed her throat, too. "Bitch," he snapped, "swallow every ounce of it. You hear? Don't let a drop go unswallowed. Take it right down into your bowels, you bitch. Take it all." And he made her swallow every drop of his come.

The cunt bawled, naturally. It pleased me. I wanted to beat the shit out of her, too, because I wanted to be pleased even more. But it was good just to see her bawl. Like a nut, she remained on her elbows and knees, let me stay in her hole and kept Higgie's dick in her mouth despite all her crying. I knew that she was a bitch like every other bitch. They're all the same. They pretend they're worth something, and they all end up the same way, needing cock and holding onto it whenever they get the smallest chance. Bitches.