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… But a phone…?
"Stop. I'll call the police…" Janice's voice was getting low, getting almost as hoarse as the man's. What would he think oilier? Why should she even care?
"I'm gonna suck your nipples, baby. Gonna suck those young tips 'til you start beggin' me to stop. Then I'm gonna suck 'em some more. Yeahhhh," he sighed, his voice breaking.
When his breath caught, Janice thought he'd shot off his load. She could picture him big hulking, sitting spread-legged with his Levi's shoved down to his ankles, fingers working over his cock and balls while he whispered hotly into the receiver.
Janice flushed, thinking how ridiculous this was. She was getting a dirty phone call. And there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, toying with herself. Yes, she'd turned on to this stranger, working her fingers through her cuntal thicket still damp with her pussy juice and Billy's sweat and cum. She worked the mixture into her sloppy hole, rubbing her thumb against her rising clit. The girl sucked in a ragged breath, then collapsed backward on the bed, her thighs spread wide for her fingering. It felt so soft and warm and slick down there.
"You still there baby?" he asked.
Janice licked her lips, keeping the phone pressed against one ear.
"Ohhh… yessss…"
"I'm gonna start eatin' those pretty little tits of yours 'til yah start cummin'. Then I'm gonna back down and lick you all over, good and wet with my spit. Fuck yeah, gonna get down between your legs 'til I can feel 'em pressin' against my head. You know what I'm gonna do next, baby?"
Janice shivered, her answer being a short gasp of delight as she took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it round like a tiny pea.
"Oh, nooooo."
"Gonna eat up that cunt of yours. Gonna stick my mouth over that hole and suck hard, drink you all up while I move my tongue around your snatch."
It was what she'd wanted Billy to do, what she'd hoped he'd do before fucking her. Of course he'd teased her with it, then backed down at the last second. Oh, how she wanted to hit him, to bite, kick and scratch for teasing her like that without fulfilling the promise of a good cunt suck. But then his fucking had been so good, so expert she didn't have any cause for regret. That is, she didn't have any until now.