Austin Williams - Widespread whore

Bobo was proud of the fact that when the guys were beating each other off and having cock measuring contests he had never allowed anybody to fool around with his asshole. Anybody, he believed, who would suffer a cock up his asshole was a fink and a pervert. But Tuesday's finger was a different ballgame. It was at first a searing pain as she forced her way past the puckering muscle of his shithole, but after she was inside, somehow, it felt good. Goddamn! He thought he would come and shit, in that order… or simultaneously, and he didn't care. She had transported him to new heights with her finger probing his asshole.

Bobo used his hand to guide the head of his cock right in the mouth of her pussy, Oh, it was rough going! The ground they lay on was rocky, and they both picked up a number of bruises in the course of their action. But ft was so damn good!

Tuesday felt his prick probing into her hole, and a fleeting thought of caution swept over her mind. She must not fuck! There might be a baby. God! It would be the very worst thing, and yet…

"Bobo, are you trying to stick it in me?" she asked, trying not to strangle on his tongue.

"Yes! For God's sake, open your legs wider so I

can get it in."

"Do you love me?" she asked, all woman.

And he was all man. "Of course I love you," he whispered almost savagely. "Do you think I would want to stick it in someone I didn't love?"

That was all Tuesday needed to hear. She allowed her legs to flop open and her pussy, bearing only the faintest suggestion of hair, was there and ready to receive his cock.

Bobo growled and raised himself up an his knees. He pointed his cock into her cunthole which she obligingly held open for him.

Neither of them was prepared for what took place. Tuesday felt the constriction of her too-tight pussy as the lips gave way to his prick. The oversized meat went sliding through the ripped tissue and bloody passage of her cunt.

Tuesday was crying out with pain, and trying to back her ass away and push Bobo off at the same time.

He, too, experienced pain, but it was at once dismissed as the greater pull of his hot meat drove him onward. He had no trouble after the initial and painful thrust was accomplished. He went in all the way, and having touched bottom, he was not long in blasting his come right in the depths of her cunt. He started shooting off, and kept spilling the goo. Whew! His balls ached, and he wanted to get all the way up inside of her cunt. Tingles ran over his body as his prick quivered from the thrilling pain.

Although painful, his cock had given her a new thrill, and aroused in her a new desire. She knew

right then that she would never again be satisfied to have some girl lick around on her pussy. She would need manmeat, lots of it. Right there, as Bobo spewed his semen in her hole, she acquired a taste for cock which would be the undoing of her whole life.

"Sounds like he did a pretty good job," Freda said. "I wish to God I could run into somebody like him right now. Hell, I'd love to have a stiff-cocked one more time."

"Yeah, he wasn't bad," Tuesday agreed, smiling. "Not bad at all!"

Tuesday reached for a cigarette. "That Bobo was all right!" she said. "He did a lot for me. Took my cherry, and it wasn't long after that when he gave me my first insight into what assholes men really are."

"Yeah?" Freda said with interest. "How was that"

Bobo's cock made interesting diversion for several months. Tuesday overcame all her reluctance for the prick, and helped him arrange for all sorts of trysts so she could get her quota of cock.

They fucked everywhere, and in every conceivable fashion. Within two weeks of the first time, Tuesday had so thoroughly-schooled Bobo that they were eating at the sixty nine club like veterans. Bobo had balked briefly when Tuesday wanted him to eat out her asshole, but he had finally overcome his inhibitions and done an acceptable job.

As Bobo fucked, he also let his mouth run wild, and soon the word spread all over campus that Tuesday had one of the finest cunts.

Tuesday talked too, praising the virtues and talents of Bobo's cock. It was natural, therefore, that others would become interested in the pair, but on an individual basis. Tuesday repulsed all other guys who sniffed around her. After all, them wasn't another cock as large nor another guy so handsome in the whole school.

She saw him the next morning.

"Where the hell were you yesterday?" she snapped. "I missed seeing you after school."

"Busy," he answered. "Probably be busy today, too?'

"I know what you been doing," she snarled. "Out fucking those common whores."

Bob yawned. "So?"

Tuesday was near tears. "So you're in love with me. You aren't supposed to be fucking around!"

"Come off the horseshit and grow up," he sneered. And with that, he turned away, and left Tuesday to cry her own bitter tears.

Tuesday vowed revenge.

Highlight of the week in school was the Friday night football game. Tuesday went alone and unescorted.

If the other girls could come over and fuck Bobo, then by God, she would just turn the tables and fuck another guy. Her cunt was as good as any on the senior campus, she certainly had acquired enough brashness to accost a guy and lure him into the bushes. I'll show him, she thought. I'll make the son of a bitch sorry he shit on me!

The game was a piss-poor exhibition, or at least it seemed so to Tuesday. Part of the time she searched the crowd for a sight of Bobo and whatever girl might have claimed him for the night. The remainder of the time she looked around for a likely date.

Bobo was nowhere to be seen, and all the guys she tried to attract, just weren't interested.

So, when the game was over and everyone started for their after-parties or for parked loving, Tuesday was still alone. Purposely, she avoided seeing any of her girl friends. They had not been

overly warm to her since the word had been spreading about her fucking with Bobo.

Finally, Tuesday gave up and started on the eight-block trek back to her house. She had never felt so blue in her life.

The headlights of a clanking hot-rod car picked her up as she walked. She was aware of its slowing down, but she did not lift her gaze from the sidewalk. God knows, after everything else that had happened, she was being damn careful not to step on any cracks. Jesus, that might end the world!

"Hi there!" a voice called from the clattering and fuming car. "You need a ride?"

Tuesday looked up through her tear-brimming eyes and saw a stripped down old Chevy with no top, no hood, mag wheels, and some shiny goodies on top of the engine. The guy driving was gunning the engine and making all sorts of smoke and noise as she counted five guys in the machine, all of whom had their feet hanging out except the driver. He was calling to her and offering a ride.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "I just live a little way from here."

"Aw, came on." The teen leaped out of the car. "Hey! What's the matter with you?"

Tuesday sniffed. "Nothing.. not a thing," she said, trying to smile. "I guess I could use a ride. You got room for me in there?"

"Heck yeah," the driver said. "Hey, guys, make room! We have just picked up a bird!"

A sandy head appeared above the rim of the back seat. "Well, all right," he said. "All right. If we

can't shoot a squirrel, then let's have a bird." The others laughed.

There were no room, so she had to be boosted over the side. The sandy-haired one, lifted her under the thigh and took a quick look at her deliciously rounded ass. Tuesday had on bright red panties, and the teens lifting her got a sight of those britches and exchanged glances. The driver pursed his lips into a silent whistle.

Soon Tuesday was in the front seat between two handsome high school guys. They had long, sweeping hair, and each of them had his shirt open almost to his navel. Tuesday could see just a trace of hair on the driver. It was a little patch, black as midnight, growing right between his tits. Tuesday liked it.