'Oh man! Work it out, baby! Work that mother fucking cunt out!' Billy groaned.
He twisted his head around, biting hard into her neck like a vampire.
Janice loved the pain, loved that mixture of pain and pleasure racing through her body. After several more thrusts Billy settled on her cuntal mound, the cum cementing the two of them together.
'Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me…'
Janice felt herself floating away, drifting far away from the room. The hammering orgasmic blows of her cuntal walls were easing up. Now she felt a comforting warmth spreading over her flesh.
'You're somethin' else, Janice, something else,' Billy said, smoothing his fingers over her tits.
Several minutes had passed since her cunt had been split open. She didn't dare look at the young man still pinning her to the mattress. What she'd done was something so good. But still the memories of what her mother and aunt had told her were still in her mind. They were coming back sharper now, especially since the urgent pulsing between her legs had been satisfied for the moment.
'Billy, I… I don't do this sort of thing,' she stammered, her face turning red and hot.
'Hey, don'tcha think I know that? Baby, you still had your cherry. Man, I wouldn't have believed it if you told me,' he said, shaking his head from side to side while fingering her still hard nipples.
Janice sucked in a sharp breath, snapping her legs together and flexing her ass-muscles. She moved her thighs up and found to her surprise that Billy's dick was still relatively hard. She felt it slip through her pussy, then slide back a little.
'Don't you think we'd better… better get cleaned up?' Janice said, feeling out of place suddenly.
She wanted to get home, get into her room and think about what had happened. She was confused. Her head was spinning around and around. She needed time to think, time to look at herself and what she'd done. Certainly she'd have to think more seriously about this fucking scene before she faced her stern mother and aunt again.
'Okay, okay, I know when I'm not wanted!' Billy said, pulling his softened cock from her cunt with a sucking, wooshing sound.
Janice shivered, covering her cunt with both hands and watching the young man back down and slide out of the bed. She stared at the long, flaccid thing hanging from between his legs. It had been inside her, causing all those wonderful, wild emotions to boll up inside her. How good that had been! Why had she stopped? Why hadn't she decided to stay with him, let him touch her again, finger her cunt, play with her tits, maybe even stick her pussy? Some of the girls said their boyfriends had done that, although they stopped them dead right after that. Sucking was fine, but fucking was another thing.
'Come on. Let's shower up,' Billy said, stretching out one hand.
Shyly Janice eased off the bed and curled her fingers around his. How strong he was, how masterful! Why should she have all these doubts? Hadn't she had a good time?
'Maybe we can talk more about… you know, doin' lots of things later on, you know?' Billy said, hooking one arm around her tiny waist and guiding Janice out of the bedroom into the hall.
'I don't know, Billy. I have to think first,' Janice said, feeling her cunt heat up again. No, she had to control herself.
They stepped into the bathroom, Janice pausing by the door while Billy leaned over and turned on the water. She climbed into the sunken tub with the young athlete.
'Stop it, Max!' Linda cried, covering her face with one hand while supporting her body with the other. The sting of his slap made her head whirl around as she backed away from the drunken truck driver. 'Get out… get out of my house!' she shrieked.
'You dig it, baby. You're the kind who loves bein' dragged down from that fuckin' pedestal you put yourself on, don'tcha!' he sneered.
Linda shook her head from side to side, terror searing her brain. She reached down taking some of the torn dress and drying to cover her naked tits with it. He'd been more savage than before, pushing her around the living room after having downed his usual five beers. Why had she even gone out with this animal? She was a college graduate, a teacher at her niece's high school! Certainly she was a woman of refined tastes. And yet she'd been attractive to this foul truck driver and his group of obscene friends. Thus far she'd managed to keep her, affair a secret from everyone, going out at nights and meeting him at his filthy apartment downtown. But lately heed been coming over in the afternoon, drinking heavily, fucking her to bed sometimes on the rug, making her terrified with his threats of abuse.
'That's a lie! Now you get out of here… get out!' Linda choked with rage, her face turning red as the truth confronted her. Yes she loved it, loved the sense of being pulled down into the dirt. She wished she could get her hands on a club, a knife anything that could take the life out of that grinnning animal towering over her now.
'Come on, baby. Let's fuck. I'm gettin' one hell of a hard-on,' Max said.
Linda shook her head from side to side again, her eyes opening wide. She stumbled over a footstool, her arms flailing out to either side. The top of her torn dress slipped down to her waist again, exposing her tits. Max smiled in derision, knowing how hot the woman could get when fully aroused.
'Come on!' he shouted.
With a growl he strode forward, stretching out his hand and grabbing her hair. He filled his hand with the blonde strands that curled around his fingers. Some of them snagged against his dirt crusted fingernails. Linda cried, her head snapping forward as she dropped to her knees. She couldn't let her life go on like this. She had a niece to raise properly, especially considering that Janice's mother was far too busy hopping from coast to coast with her new job.
'No!'
But Max kept tugging at her hair even when she was brought to her knees. He jerked her close. Her mouth was struck by the side of one filthy boot. Her lip cracked and she could taste blood. Linda shivered. This had been the most violent she'd seen Max. And now as she cringed beneath him, rolling up her eyes and staring at the beer-bellied trucker, she could see he had a lot more hostility stored up in him, ready to be unleashed on her at a moment's notice. That thought made the woman whimper, a sound that both infuriated and excited Max. It was going to be a long, exciting afternoon.
'What are you doing?'
Max had stripped every stitch of clothing off Linda's back, marching her to the bedroom while fishing out a set of handcuffs he always had hanging from his broad leather belt. At the bars he always told his buddies he kept them for any kinds of hoods he might find attacking old ladies. He and several of his cronies had started up a kind of vigilante group in the area, looking for punks hustling old women and kids. But now Linda saw another purpose for those cuffs as he hitched them to her wrists, pinning her arms behind hot.
'Shut up and move,' he said, shoving her roughly between the shoulders.
The cold handcuffs felt strange against her hot flesh as Linda stumbled through the opened doorway into her bedroom. She glanced at the alarm clock resting to one side of the queen-sized bed. It was three o'clock. Janice would be coming home in several hours. No, she couldn't bring that subject up to Max. He'd mentioned her niece several times and said it might be fun if they could make it a three-way some night. No, she couldn't let her young ward fall into the same pit she had. Linda couldn't let Max get his filthy hands on her niece.
'Please, Max, don't do this. I swear I don't know what I've done to…'
'You got a fuckin' noisy mouth. Baby, I don't know what the fuck I ever seen in you back at the bar 'cept a damned good body and a hot cunt,' he said, his thick lips curling up into a curling up in a sick looking smile.
Linda shivered with revulsion. What had she seen in him? He certainly wasn't particularly handsome. But there was an aura about him, a feeling of brutal masculinity that appealed to her. She'd gone out slumming that night just for fun with several of her daring friends and had found Max, found him the way someone finds a pet. In the beginning Linda thought she could tame him, keep him for her peculiar needs then discard him. But soon the woman discovered discarding Max wasn't all that easy.
The unhappy woman was tugging at the steel bands on her wrists. Panic gripped her by the throat, choking off her breathing. She was trapped, helpless in these handcuffs. What was he planning to do to her? The possibilities terrified her.
