her pussy, making her struggle uselessly against the ropes as she tried to work something against her pussy. Oh, she needed friction, the feel of a hard object against her cunt and pussy walls!
'Huhhhrrr… Huhhhrrrrr!' the young woman growled like a frenzied animal. She sucked in a ragged breath. Billy stopped for a moment, then fell between her legs and pushed the underside of his dick into her slit.
Janice thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Her juices soaked his dick and balls. The girl twisted and bucked, her muscles cramping from the spread-back position. But the girl loved the hurt. Billy moved again, letting his heavy-hanging balls drop back against her buttocks.
The blonde teen whimpered with lust, straining hard against the ropes. They cut deliriously into her flesh, a tingly thrill building up in her quickly. She loved being helpless, bound like an animal. Oh, how every inch of her body longed to be touched, to be licked, to be pinched by this handsome young stud!
'Ohhhhhhh!'
Janice arched her back, trying to shove a tit between Billy's lips. The young man laughed and moved back until her mouth fell open with wild lust and she thrashed crazily. Billy watched for a second, then opened his mouth wide and covered one nipple with his mouth. Janice screamed, snapping her body from left to right while wallowing up against the biting/sucking sensation. She felt the hot spit trickling down her side. She heard Billy smacking hungrily, sucking with a kind of frenzy she thought was possible only in wet dreams.
Now his dick slid back, sliding toward the fat dickhead. Linda bit blood from her lower lip, whining like a puppy through her flare nostrils.
'Fuck, fuck!' she cried, closing her eyes again and drinking in the wild sensations raving through her snatch. The way she was bound made it hard to move her ass very much. But those restricted movements were as exciting as the ones made when she was free to do as she pleased. Janice found that by tensing her large ass muscles, the rub of his fat dick was amplified. It felt like a crazy, gouging animal that was burrowing away in her velvety cunt.
'Ohhhhh noooo!'
Billy had the other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed the tender nipple, the girl felt her body respond quickly to the friction and biting. Her cunt was pulled down each time he fucked into her cunt. And then, as her belly filled with cockmeat, the young man bit teasingly around her nipple.
Janice babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made her excitement rush along every nerve ending in her body. She groaned out Billy's name as he worked his hips with a building fucklng tempo. The small garret echoed with their cries and the sound of their wet, fucking bodies.
The juice seemed to spurt put of her pussy like lava from an erupting volcano. She felt more of it leak down her ass and onto her wrists and, ankles. It slicked between her buttocks, wetting the carpet underneath. Janice ground her hips around hungrily and wildly, straining as far as possible against the cutting ropes. She was going to cum. She could feel her pussy tightening, flushed with chilly flashes of heat. It would be so good to feel this tremendous climax.
'Oh no, no… going… going to… CUM!'
Janice dug her nails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss. Billy responded, tonguing her mouth while he held his cock inside her. Janice felt her ass just hanging there, trembling, waiting for her clit to explode. She cried and twisted her hips from side to side as the rope twisted and burned her flesh. Her clit was swollen and hard. It pulsed with a raging tickle that jolted cries of lust from her throat.
And then the mad rush of climax exploded. She pulled away from the young man, possessed with yelping fits of white-hot joy. Billy was fucking her hard now, his face pinched with wild delight as the two of them fucked and came and came and came.
'Oh, that hurts… a little,' Janice said.
She was on her side. Billy bent over the knot he'd made at her wrists. She felt him gently untie the rope.
'You're one hell of a fuck, Janice,' Billy said, finishing with his release of her.
'Oh, do you think so? I didn't know if I was doing the right thing. I mean,' she hastily corrected herself, 'I didn't know what you'd think of me. Girls don't usually… put out this fast, do they?'
'No, I don't think you were wrong, baby,' Billy said consolingly, taking the ropes away and putting his arms around her.
Janice sighed, laying her head against his shoulder. She was happy… happier than she'd been in a long time. The girl finally felt wanted, possessed. She stroked the young stud's hairy knees, wishing they could be together for hours and hours.
But Billy had to get back to his folk's house. And her aunt wasn't that heavy a sleeper. What if she awoke and decided to check in Janice's room? There'd be hell to pay for both of them. Reluctantly the two separated, dressed quickly and sneaked back dawn the stairs.
'Oh, Billy, will I see you again?' she asked in a tiny voice.
Janice kissed the tall boy. She stood on tiptoes as he pulled her thin body against him. In the dim light she moved her trim little ass gently against Billy in soft, fucking motions, a hint of something much more intense working in her mind.
'Sure you will. I'm not going to let something as hot as you slip away,' Billy said, grinning from ear to ear. He pulled away, nervously glancing at his watch, then looking cautiously about him as he slipped away into the darkness.
Janice looked after him, imagining she could still see him long after he disappeared behind the elms bordering the backyard. Hands clasped behind her back, the young teenager shuffled her way back to the darkened house, lagging the back door and standing in the kitchen for a few minutes. Oh, how could she be expected to sleep when her pussy glowed… when her cunt could still feel the wonderful hot rushing sensation of his dick as it tunneled deeper and deeper?
'Oh God!' the girl muttered, putting one hand to her burning forehead.
Yes, she had to see Billy again. She just couldn't let something this wonderful this exciting slip through her fingers. The young blonde teenager made her way through the living room, up the stairs and into her bedroom. It was wonderful, wonderful having been fucked like that. As she undressed, then slipped beneath the sheets, Janice closed her eyes and thought about Billy about his hard body, his stiff dick, his…
The phone suddenly rang! Could it be Billy? Had something gone wrong? Janice sat bolt upright and stretched her hand cut for the phone. No one called her aunt this late. She couldn't let Linda know about Billy. Not yet, anyway.
'Hello?' There was silence for a second, followed by some heavy breathing. No, it wasn't Billy. Janice froze, the receiver sliding against her ear. It was going to be an obscene call. Janice kicked the sheets away, swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. She was going to call her aunt. Maybe Linda could [missing text].
'You're Linda's brat, right?'
The hoarse voice startled her. What a question to ask? And how did he know her aunt's name? What was going on?
'Who… who is this?' she stammered.
'Baby, you're a nice little cunt I'd like to slip my cock into,' the voice whispered.
There was more halting breathing. Janice could guess what the man's hands were busy doing as he wedged the receiver between his chin and shoulder.
'Get off… get off,' she almost shouted. Jolts of fear nearly paralyzed the teenager. Of course she could have simply hung up. But some force made her stay on the line, curious what the stranger would say next.
'I wanna get on, baby, get on. You know what I'm doin' now? Baby, I got nine inches of cockmeat workin' through my fingers. Wanna hear it?'
Before she could protest, there were more fumbling sounds at the other end of the line. Then silence, followed by a clicking, rubbing sound. He was jacking off against the phone receiver, actually doing that terrible thing. And still she was listening in fascination, feeling her cunt warm up again.
What on earth was happening to her? Was she turning into some kind of sex freak?
'Hear it?'
His voice sounded cocky, self-assured. Janice squeezed the receiver in her damp palm and tried to muster up the strength to hang up. It was wrong to be feeling this, to be doing something this foul, this perverted. At least with fucking there was something to feel, something to bump against, a person she could relate to make love to…
