I sure waved and smiled back. I don’t know how she read mine, but her weak wave and weaker smile, made me wave with my left hand and touch my right hip pocket with my other hand to make sure my siletto was in it, just in case something besides my dick came up before I could get back to the gas station. I’d been careless again, not even thinking, automatic fucking, like I was somewhere else, like Albert DeSalvo, I figured I might as well move to Boston.
In between customers I sat on my stool and tried to retrace just how I’d gotten to this stage. It should have been a dream, pussy galore, but it just kept getting worse, and more scary all the time. And harder to remember too. Like something sick and scary from the night before, like twisting Bessie’s tits and stabbing her pussy repeatedly with my cock, asking how do you like it now. What had set me off. Everything I guess. I hated her skinny body and pussy that felt like it wasn’t even there, and her sagging little fried egg tits, and especially her monkey face which I could not stand seeing her derive pleasure from me. But most of all I hated how all she had to do was make herself available and I’d end up fucking her and hating every second of it.
Looking for something to blow it on before I even tried to remember what I’[d done “I never should have drank that half pint of brandy before I went to the kegger” I thought to myself. It had been a problem all summer long since I didn’t get off work until 11 pm and by the time I got to the party every one was already wasted, so I’d experimented with different combinations of catch up from whiskey to vodka to MD 20/20 (oh God was that a mistake) and now brandy. It sure worked to get me drunk alright but I went over the edge again.
The words started to come. “Shut the fuck up and take off all your clothes.”
“No I’m not going to do it this time,” she said as she started taking off her clothes. OK that was one thing right there. She always had to protest what she wanted to do anyway, and pretend it was something else. That pissed me off right there.
“You’re going to have to admit that you like me and wish I would be your girlfriend though,” she said as she popped her bony hips into the air so I could jerk off her pants. And as usual her tiny little pussy with its single rectangle stripe of public hair pissed me off. It looked small, it felt as big as her head.
“You’re just another fucking who Bessie, just another six guy in the gulch gang bang and I just wanted to be first for a change,” I said as I positioned my self between her skinny legs with my pants pulled down just past my ass while she laid naked before me and everything about her was wrong. “it’s nobody’s business who I (date) ahhhch” is what she going to say but by that time I was on top of her and the second the tip of my cock touched her pussy I rammed it in just to shut her up in mid-sentence, “gang bang” I finished the sentence for her witha driving thrust of my cock to accent each word.
She screeched in protest but by then she had me and my cock in position where she could start hunting on my cock struggling a 120 strokes per minute with her water thin pussy lube. I couldn’t stand it when she started getting off and her face actually configured to look like a monkey. I started to rise up to break her rhythm , it did but then she was saying “you want to suck my beautiful tits remember you said more than a mouth full was a waste.”
I never said anything such thing. She always said that and I would tell her she had ugly tits, but before I could she had her hand on the back of my head and was trying to shove her tit down my throat. I couldn’t stand how I seemed to be drawn to that wanting to suck on her tit which somehow I equalized to being an innocent. But I had to let myself before I jerked myself up and grabbing both her tits in my hands said; “you’d be better off if I ripped these ugly old granny tits off and you could get some new ones.”
And with that I started to twist her tits and jerked my cock all the way out of her pussy and started just stalling it back in over and over again while she withered and screamed under me. Somehow we both knew it was some sick game. If I twisted just her nipples like that she’d pack up her tits and go home. If I twisted her tits any harder she might to the same thing but I was surprised how hard I could “Indian burn” them. “you can’t treat me like whore she yelped.
“you’re right because you’re just a skank I told her and I can’t even cum fucking a skank. I said as I started to jack off above her. That’[s when the coyote grabbed me and as I started to come I got the idea I could make it all one motion, cumming the length of her body and especially dribbling a few drops on her face, while I opened the car door and stepped out pulling up my pants as I did.
I was amazed at how well it worked. Too amazed, because I stopped within arms reach of Bessiewho was not pretending anymore as she called me a fucking asshole and rolled over to take a swipe at my ass and made it as her ripping fingerprints would attest. Then on what must have been the back stroke she grabbed a handful of beach sand and throw it on my ass. I remember thinking stupid bitch, but now as I twisted uneasily on my stool she might have been a genius. Between the scratch marks on one cheese and the irritation sand in the crack in my ass had caused she left more of an impression than I did on her I bet.
And of course then there were the valley boys usually in sets of younger and older brothers, and since they also wanted to fuck Bessie and would play her games, and because chivalry was not dead on the farm, even if they did fuck their own, it could have been a problem. But a thin lipsed smile, glowing eyes and my right hand in my back pocket made another word unnecessary. Except with Gene. Who was a town boy like me but, a goody two shoes one compared to me. He was a year younger, a lot bigger, maybe smarter and knew he could take me knife and all. But we had kind of an understanding about that, so as he moved passed me to comfort Bessie, which five minutes of which would have her bouncing from front seat to back, taking a new cock every time she did. So we only passed our usual greeting. “Asshole,” he commented, as he walked by. “Deluxe,” I replied, and smiled.
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