A tall youth of about 18 pressed his back to the door. 'Shh!' he said, touching his index finger to his lips. 'Don't get riled, hot stuff.'
'Who are you?' Lisa said, her voice like a squeak. She would have screamed but her insides had gone soft. She'd never fainted, but she could tell that she was close to it now.
'New chick, huh?' he said, ignoring her question. 'Nice fresh cunt. Bet you ain't never even fucked.' He stretched, flexing his biceps like a muscleman. He wore nothing but dirty blue jeans like the two boys Lisa had seen from the bus. He was longhaired, muscular, brown, and his armpits were hairy. He scratched one muscular bare foot with the grubby toes of the other, then caressed his rippling abdomen with a thick, veiny hand. 'Well, how about it, you ever been fucked?'
'Yes,' Lisa said, leaning back against the stall frame for support. She shook all over.
'Shit!' The boy scratched his armpit. 'Never had me a cherry to pop.' He snapped his fingers. 'On your knees, bitch!'
An uncontrolled scream whirled up out of Lisa's lungs.
The muscular boy was on her immediately. He grabbed a handful of her hair and flung her to the concrete.
'Shut up, Goddamn it! Shut your bitch mouth! Now get up on your knees before I kick your cunt in!'
Lisa struggled to her knees. Hot tears seared her checks. Inside, she was sobbing, but the sobs wouldn't come out. Her chest was ready to explode.
The boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was big, one of the biggest cocks Lisa had ever seen. It stood straight out from the boy's loins, dripping precum on Lisa's face. Lisa could feel the cock's heat, and she could smell it.
She'd never smelled a cock so pungent, and she'd never seen one like this, with skin half covering the purple head.
The boy rubbed his dripping dick against Lisa's face. He pulled the thick foreskin back, uncapping the juicy head. He mashed his hairy nuts to her mouth.
'Start eating, cunt! Lick them nuts! Suck that big dick! Do it good or I'll ram my fist up your stuck-up little shit hole!'
Lisa began licking the youth's hot nuts. They were big nuts, bigger than any of the boy nuts she'd ever sucked on in Parcher. And they were sweaty and hairy, so unlike the pink, hairless nuts she was used to munching. She sucked the youth's nuts into her mouth one at time. They were so big that they filled her mouth. For a moment, she felt like biting the big, smelly nuts off, but she knew that the youth would kill her. He was dangerous. She could sense that he meant business.
'That's it, pretty face,' the youth said, gyrating his hips. 'You're doing real good. When you finish on them rocks, you can get going on the old log.'
Lisa spit out the boy's left nut and moved up to chew on his cock. She began licking the thick shaft. Her tongue rippled over the bulging blue veins gnarled under the satiny cock skin. She gripped the base of the shaft, feeling the shaft arteries twitch against her fingers. Her tongue moved up to the slippery purple cock head. The taste was strong, almost bitter, so unlike the sweet pink dick heads she was accustomed to licking.
The youth grabbed his dick and pushed the foreskin back over the head.
'Lick under the head-skin,' he said. 'Clean it out. Get your tongue right inside there.'
Lisa probed the tip of her tongue between the youth's foreskin and cock head. Working her tongue like a deft worm, she managed to get it into the pocket between foreskin and head. Then she twirled her tongue slowly around the head, licking out the salty pocket.
The boy wiggled his ass.
'Yeah!' he said. 'Feels good!' Suddenly he yanked the foreskin back and rammed his cock into Lisa's mouth. 'Suck it! Suck it till I shoot!'
Lisa gagged. The hot cock had slid halfway down her throat. She pulled away, choking.
The boy wrapped his hands in her hair. As he clung to her, head, he rammed his cock back down her throat.
'Suck it, damn it, or I'll choke you to death!'
Lisa was already choking to death. Helpless, gasping for air, she used all the muscles of her throat and mouth to manipulate the boy's cock. Hot gobs of his precum rolled down her throat.
The slippery cock began to slide in and out of her mouth and throat as the boy fucked.
'That's it, bitch. Doing real good. Yeah! Keep it up. Use that tongue, and keep sucking!'
The boy rotated his ass, screwing his hot cock in and out of Lisa's mouth. His thick fingers clawed into her scalp. He banged his hard loins against her face, burying his long cock to the hilt down her throat. As the boy flicked, his pecker throbbed. The fat dick head pulsated like a heart. His heavy balls flogged her chin.
Lisa's jaws ached. Although she'd overcome her choking, her throat hurt from the stretching it was getting. Her vision was blurred, and all she could smell and taste was cock. Her head was filled with cock, stuffed with it. Her mind whirled. She couldn't think. Her fear had passed. All she could do was suck; hold on and suck.
The youth's cock jerked suddenly, nearly lifting her off the floor. The meaty monster swelled and hardened even more. The boy grunted, crushing his loins to her face. His loins were shaking, quivering.
'Goddamn!' he groaned. 'Oh, fuck!'
Hot cum shot down Lisa's throat. She swallowed fast to keep from choking. The boy's cum was hot, thick, and strong tasting. It shot from his prick in heavy streams.
'Yeah!' the boy gasped. 'Oh, shit, baby, take it! Wow!'
Just when Lisa was beginning to wonder whether the boy would ever stop shooting, his cock stopped throbbing. As he pulled the softening pecker out of her mouth, he milked the last of his cum out of the piss tube. As the pearly white gob appeared from the piss slit, Lisa flicked it off with her tongue, and swallowed it.
'You did real good,' the boy said, stuffing his cock and balls back inside his dirty jeans. 'Real good.' He raised his dirty bare foot and stroked her cheek with his toes. 'Be seeing you.' He turned around, lugged open the door, and squeezed through the narrow opening. Without another word, he was gone.
Lisa struggled to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. A dribble of cum lay from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She wiped the sticky dribble off with her finger. Then, catching herself before she rinsed her finger under the slow running tap, she raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her finger clean. As cheap and degraded as she felt for having been mouth raped by that filthy youth, she still could savor the salty, alkaline taste of his cum. As she leaned forward to wash the sweat and spit off her face, she realized that the crotch of her jeans was soaked. Her cunt was sizzling.
CHAPTER THREE
The October sun was sinking toward the gray bluffs. Lisa could almost see it moving. From her seat in the corner of the classroom, the last seat in the row of seats nearest the windows, Lisa could look out over the river and up at the vertical bluffs. Patches of yellow trees, looking like gardens of dandelions, grew up out of the steep hills below the bluffs. The sky was a deep autumn blue upon which floated cottony gray and white clouds. The river below reflected the sky's blueness, the clouds, the yellow trees, and the bluffs. Lisa was glad she'd come to Sutton. In Parcher, which was as flat as a prepubescent girl's chest, she'd never had a scene like this to look out at from her school classrooms.
It was Lisa's last class of the day study ball. After being picked up precisely at noon from the bus depot, Lisa had been brought directly to school. She'd met the principal, a short, frail, balding man, who had said no more than 'How do you do?' and then had handed her class schedule and waved her out of his office. The principal had seemed no more interested in her than had Miss Sacks, the head of the foster home for girls where Lisa would be living.
Miss Sacks, a fast moving, fast talking redhead in her mid-thirties, had snatched Lisa out of the bus depot and whisked her over to Sutton High before Lisa had had time to think. 'Have fun. See you tonight,' Miss Sacks had said while revving the engine of her Saab. And then she had squealed away almost before Lisa could close the car door behind herself.
