"You remember that Chinese slut we did a couple months ago, the one with the little mole on her snatch?" 'Dozer's face was flushed; we were tanked on beers and speeding our asses off."You remember that Chinese slut we did a couple months ago, the one with the little mole on her snatch?" 'Dozer's face was flushed; we were tanked on beers and speeding our asses off. His eyes glittered, and he grinned that special Jack Nicholson grin of his. The piece of poonie on the bed twitched. "Oh man!" I rubbed myself, smiling at the little cunt tied to the bed. "I remember how she screamed when my fat dick split open her tiny little chink cunt..." A couple months earlier we'd snatched some oriental honey right off the fucking street, I have no idea how old she was, they all have such tiny tits and hardly any pubic hair that I don't even mind doing adults, it still feels like chicken to *me*. This stupid little chick was walking through one of the neighborhoods where we made regular deliveries, out in that neighborhood, at night, a girl, _alone_! It was an impulse acquisition. Hell we were what, eighteen? Out of HS a mere year, we still had hormones to spare. "Shit, our dicks really tore up the space between the little bitch's legs," 'Dozer laughed, reminiscing, the front of his filthy jeans expanding. I smiled, stroked myself as I watched the panic building inside this girl, as 'Dozer and I discussed our previous fuck-festivals with young meat. Muffled squeaks rose around the gag in her mouth; there was no particular need to gag her, we'd spent a lot of money and effort sound-proofing our attic hideaway. But gagging them made them panic worse, the screams washing up against the gag, unable to escape, washed back down into the pit of their bellies only to rise up again more urgent, more intense. When we finally un-corked it the scream that burst out would shake the walls and make us all come together. We'd snagged this little hippie-wannabe, some little Jr. High School freak, from the hippie hangout in Jefferson Park. She'd been stoned off her cherry little ass and had hopped right into 'Dozer's old Chevy on the promise of some good dope. Good dope all right, good god, 'Dozer gave her a couple quality reds and she was all but comatose, dish-rag limp as we stripped her and tied her spread-eagle to the bed in the musty dark attic of the rat-hole we were renting. |