into me and I screamed with the good, good, hurting brutality of it, because I was in serial climax with that, that pain, that pounding, that brutal blow each time he hit my clit, that panting, hard, strong body of his, his clasping hands, his fingers digging. I came and came and then when he came I came again and we came for an eternity, his cock throbbing and pumping and my cunt squeezing him as it throbbed out another story of pure heaven. We lay there, his cock going soft in me. 'You liked it?' he said. 'Honey, I loved it.' 'I think you did. You like black cock.' 'Is it black?' I asked, laughing. 'I can't see it.' 'White lady fucking the nigger,' he sneered.
'Don't give me that nigger shit, Roalt,' I said. 'I don't allow it. You wanta be goddamned bigoted, you go find someone else to bigot on, because I don't like that sort of shit.'
He laughed. 'I'm gonna talk to the people,' he said. 'I don't know if it'll do any good, but I'm gonna talk to 'em.'
'I'd appreciate it,' I said. I kissed him. 'I'd also appreciate it if you'd rub my ass just a little. I think you've bruised it.' I rumpled his kinky hair and turned over. He rubbed my ass tenderly and when he bent to kiss it I said, 'Unless you want to rouse the sleeping tiger, don't do that.'
He went on doing that and he roused it and when we finally left that old dirt road I was oozing come and loving it. I like to keep it up inside me, feeling it, knowing how it got there and remembering every stroke of it. He left me off at the house and I went in and sat on the John and peed and felt a huge glob of it slop out and make a splash in the water and then I had a balh, but didn't wash too good inside the lips of my pussy because I liked to go to sleep with it nice and gooey.
Nothing happened for a couple of days. Then I saw Roalt at play practice. 'I talked,' he said. 'Yes?'
'I talked to the guys on the team, the brothers. They say, what the hell. It's no skin off their ass. I mean, they don't care whether it's you or Selena.'
Well, that shot me down. 'We can still be friends,' I said.
He looked at me. 'Mama, it was good rocking, but I ain't in the mood to get hung.'
'No one will know,' I said, remembering that huge weapon of his.
'The guys wonder why I'm pushing for them to vote for you.'
'Oh.' I went up to do my three lines then and when I came off he was gone and I didn't see him for a day or so. Then I heard Selena Smith saying, 'That little whore can't win. We have to stop her. I could never face the disgrace of losing to that little whore.'
I cornered Roalt in the hall. 'I can't accept it,' I said. 'I want you to get the guys on the team, the brothers, to hold a meeting. I want to talk to them.' 'I won't do no good,' he said.
'Tonight, at about eleven o'clock,' I said, 'I'll be walking down that dirt road. Now no one ever goes down that dirt road. My dad's in jail and Ruf will be off. I want to talk to all of them.'
He looked at me and grinned. 'You want that Queen shit bad, don't you?'
'I want it more than anything in my life,' I said. 'I want to be able to spit on Selena Smith.' 'There's ten of us,' he said. 'I'll be there.'
I walked down the road at eleven. It was pitch dark. I was, frankly, scared shitless. I'd never had a gang bang before and there I was going to take on ten spade studs. I had the screaming willies about it, not knowing whether to be hot as a pistol or scared out of my dress. I had on a one-piece, buttoned down the front, no pants, no bra. I started to turn back. I thought they'd call it off. Then, rounding a curve, I saw the dark mass of the old ambulance and then it was too late to back out. They were standing around the old bus with their hands in their pockets. I couldn't see very well in the dark, but I picked out Roalt by his size. I went up to him and said, 'Is it a deal, Roalt? Will they vote for me and have their friends to vote for me?'
'Only if you're a good rocking, mama,' one of them said. There was a general laugh.
'If I do it for all of you and make it good, will you vote for me?'
'Deal,' one of them said. There was a muted chorus of assent I whispered to Roalt. 'You first?' He took my arm. 'How come him first?' someone wanted to know.
'Because I'm bigger than you and can whup your ass,' Roalt said.
'I knew there was a good reason,' the other one said, laughing.
I crawled into the back of the bus, nervous, not sexy at all, a hell of a lot scared now. I took off the dress and put it over the front seat and Roalt was playing with me, squeezing my tits, running his hand up my legs to find my twat, which was scared into an odd dry condition. 'You sure you wanta do this?'
'I'm sure,' I said. He put a finger into me and found some moisture and began to play with my clit, rubbing the wetness from my soft insides on it and, in spite of my nervousness, I began to feel sexy. As I said, I'm an easy lay. I fell down on my back like a bug and opened my legs and, with some of the cats outside looking in and saying, 'Hurry it up, you fucker,' I took Roalt in for the second night and fondled his body and found him to be as sexy as he'd been before and had a beauty before he blasted his come into me.
Up until then, I've never had the fun of having more than one man a night. I was steamed up from Roalt's good rocking and I just lay there while another stud, and it was so damned dark I couldn't recognize any of them, crawled up and drove his cock into me, sliding right in on Roalt's come and filling me up, but not as much as Roalt. He must have been an inexperienced kid, because he came just as soon as he was in me and his cock wilted away. I didn't try to push him off, because I knew they'd laugh at him if he came out too quickly, and he lay there a little while, only moving his ass as his cock dwindled and fell out and I felt a stream of come begin to ooze down my thigh.
I was looking ahead to number three and liking the idea. The quick come in me by the second kid felt good.
I mean, I like to have a man come in me. I like the feel of his swelling cock and the tender clasping of his arms and the way his whole body comes to attention. I like it. And then there was number three and he was almost as quick, but not to quick for me to work up a good one, driving my ass up to help him, moaning with it, coming as he jetted his come into me and then four and after that it was a glorious blur.
None of them was sophisticated enough to want to share me. They came one at a time. I lost count. I went into the sex daze, my body ablaze, my cunt wet, oozing. I felt the quilt under me get wetter and wetter with escaping come and I was so like slick with it that they used my legs as a guide and sort of skidded into my waiting cunt. I was a perpetual fucking machine. My ass kept pounding and twitching and my legs kept twining up and around and my arms kept reaching for man after man and I lost count and just lived for the next one to drive into me, feeling sexier than I'd ever felt in my life, feeling like the eternal woman, the machine put on earth for man's pleasure, and I didn't care if they came and came in me, because each time I felt them grunt, heave, come, jet, I felt a new little thrill of lust and my cunt would squeeze and bite and make it good for them and I'd come and moan and cry out and sob and laugh with it it was so good. I mean, I'd had good ones before, but never, never an unending stimulation of my cunt and my ciit so that it seemed I never stopped coming and my tight pussy got looser and looser and my thighs were slick with come and it was up over my belly where one poor guy came before he got it in, wetting down my bush with it and making me smell like semen, that rich, starchy, warm odor, and guy after guy came and once I heard someone say, 'It's my turn for seconds.'
They were going around twice and I was in a wild, blind, lovely daze of pure sex, coming, my cunt pounding, my body trembling and crying out for more.
Finally I was dozing, weak, happy. Not thinking. I was the best fucked girl in the world and I just wanted to sleep forever. They all crowded in and held my head in someone's lap and I heard Roalt saying, 'You all right, mama?' I laughed.
'We gon' have the sexiest fuckin' queenie in the world,' someone said. 'Wow.'
You may think that I've sort of shortened the story of my gang bang. I guess I have. I mean, well, like I said, after the first down and come with Roalt and then two or three more, I really went into sort of a hazy state. I can't really remember the details. If you're a broad and wonder how it would be to be the center of a Hells Angels gang bang, I'd say, it won't hurt you, and it might do you some good, but you've got to be sort of strong. If you're one of these gals who gets tender after getting your jollies once, forget it. I don't get tender. I just get ready for more. I haven't got a tough cunt. No one has ever said that. I mean, it's not like the cunt of some old whore, with teeth in it, and when I was young it must have been even more tender than it is now, but even I was sore for a week after that wild party.
I try, now and then, to remember the details. I'd like to have living color pictures of that night, in close-up detail, so I could study the size and shape of every cock that went into me. Cocks do vary in size and shape and there was a good assortment, small, medium, long, slim, big, fat. But I missed all the fine details because I was
