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"Uuuuuuuungh!" she grunted as she felt his thick prick fucking into her needy little pussy. "Aaaaahhhhh, yeah! You're in me, now! In me! Fuck me hard! Don't make me wait – ream me good!"

But Sam had to hold still for several moments. He was so excited by the horny girl and the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy pulsing around his cock that he was afraid he would shoot his load immediately. He had to wait so the pressure of his balls would ease up.

Vicki was crazed with need. She required stimulation. She needed excruciating, mind boggling stimulation, and Sam wasn't giving it to her. She wanted to feel her heart racing with excitement and fear, wanted to feel her flesh burning with pleasure and pain.

"Fuck meeeeee!" she screeched, humping back at him, forcing his prick even deeper.

"Yeah – fuck me!"

Sam grunted with lust. He slowly withdrew his prick and then fucked his cock in hard.

"Uuuuuuhhhg – yeah, yeah, yeah! Fucking shit! You fucker! Kill me! Do it! Fuck me hard!"

Sam narrowed his eyes, watching the gorgeous redhead wiggle her ass lewdly and pull roughly on her tits. He braced himself by placing his hands on her shoulders and began to really fuck her hard.

His balls slapped noisily against the bottoms of her ass cheeks and against her upper thighs, and his prick shaft fucked in and out, reaming her churning cunt, bottoming out at the end of her pussy tunnel.

"Yeah, it's good!" Vicki sobbed as she continued to scratch and maul her own tits.

She was feeling more, now. Her cunt was full and her tits were sending out shock waves of excruciating pain, lifting her up and up toward the sort of peak she craved.

"Uuuuuungh! Shiiiiiit!" Sam growled, deeply immersed in the fuck rhythm. His face was flushed with his exertions, and his body was covered with sweat. His ball sac had tightened the loose skin now stretched tightly over his cum-filled balls.

"Goddamn little fuckin' slut!" he rasped.

Vicki's cunt spasmed and her clit sparked when she heard him say that. "Yeah, yeah!" she gasped. "Tell me, baby! Aaaaaaaaah! What am I – huh? Tell me!"

But Sam did not hear her. He slammed and fucked her pussy, skewering his cock around and around, grinding his prick flesh against the tight slick walls of her pussy.

Vicki moaned in disappointment. She wanted to hear more, wanted him to take control. She frowned slightly as she humped back at him.

Then she let go of her tits and grabbed his hands, which were still firmly gripping her shoulders. She pulled hard, dislodging them from their perch, and placed them around her throat.

She knew that she needed still more stimulation. "Choke me…" she rasped. "Give it to me…"

"Aaaaaarrgh!" Sam gasped. He was in a deep daze, fucking hard, feeling the jizz building up in his balls.

She pressed on his fingers, sending them deep into the tender flesh of her throat, and she felt her wind being cut off. She imagined some dark sleek man with a cruel expression on his face raping her, fucking her, strangling her as she took his pleasure from her, and she immediately felt an orgasm begin to spasm deep in her cunt.

"Uuuuuungh, ungh, ungh!" she groaned, twisting her ass and writhing her cunt violently.

"Holy shit!" Sam gasped, feeling her cunt muscles pulling hard on his cock, milking his prick unmercifully. "Gonna shoot, gonna fuckin' shoot!"

Without realizing it, he gripped her throat hard now as he fucked in and began to shoot hot greasy cum up her spasming cunt.

Vicki's eyes popped, and her face turned a dangerous violet color. She was completely plugged in now – all her nerves and muscles aching and spasming with stimulation, with pain and pleasure. And she was deeply afraid that he might choke her to death.

Yes! Yes! she thought as a powerful orgasm began to rumble through her cunt and clit, shaking her asshole and sending jolts of sensation through her spine. Yes!

When the last drop of cum had been eked from Sam's pulsing prick and his cock began to shrink, he looked down in disbelief at his hands, wrapped tightly around the lovely girl's neck. Quickly he released his hold. "My God!" he muttered.

Vicki turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. She winked at him slyly. "Very, very nice, lover," she sighed. "I'll suck you off, and then you can fuck my ass. But I want you to tie me up first, OK?"

Sam hung his head and shook it in disbelief. "I'm sorry that what happened to you at the prom did this to you – but it's sick. Really sick. And I don't want any part of it. I'm straight, and I like the women I fuck to be straight. I want you to go now."

"You stupid son of a bitch!" Vicki hissed, fire in her eyes. "You stupid asshole. Don't you have any imagination? Don't you want to feel in power? Don't you want to make me scream, to have me entirely in your power? Don't you want excitement? Break me, you stupid slob. Bring me to my fucking knees!"

Sam looked at her pityingly, still shaking his head. "Get out of here, Vicki," he said softly.

"Damned right I will!" she said coldly. She gathered up her clothing, slipped into her shorts, and zipped them up. "I'll need to borrow one of your shirts."

"Yeah, sure," he said, a feeling of loathing and disgust overtaking him. He went into his room and found a light football jersey and gave it to her.

She donned it hurriedly and, without another look in his direction, left his house.

CHAPTER NINE

Vicki had to do a little research, but during the course of the following week she discovered where Bud's hangout was.

Early on a hot Saturday afternoon, she decided to make her move. She took a long hot shower, then dabbed musk oil in the hollow of her neck and in her silky cunt fur. She spent half an hour applying make-up, sparkly lavender eye shadow, heavy black liner, and glossy lipstick. She fluffed up her curly red hair and admired the hard, sophisticated look she now projected. She giggled and tweaked her stiffening nipple, then began to get dressed.

She shimmied into a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and pulled a tight, knitted tube top over her head, stretching it down over her tits. Her hard nipples jabbed through the material, presenting a luscious, sexy sight. Next she slipped into some high, platform shoes, completing the image of a hot, eager vamp.

She stole down the stairs quickly and past the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner as she hummed an unrecognizable tune. Vicki eased out the front door and was soon on her way to the small red-light district in town.

It was a long walk, rather difficult in her high heels, but she didn't have a car, and she didn't want to hitchhike. Nearly half an hour later, she was standing in front of the Les Girls disco bar, featuring nude dancers. Her week of detective work had turned up this place; Bud and Spike and Mike were regular customers. She crossed her fingers, hoping they were inside, and made for the door.

The bouncer looked her up and down, showing his obvious appreciation for her seductive beauty. "Mmmmmmmmm, you're dynamite, baby," he rasped, forgetting to ask her for her I.D.

She winked and flashed him a lewd smile, then trotted through the darkened interior. Loud disco music was playing, and two thin, attractive girls were up on stage, displaying their sleek nude bodies as they undulated to the rhythms of the record being played.

"Sexy!" Vicki said softly to herself as she watched the girls for a few moments. Her cunt began to cream the tight crotch of her jeans.

She surveyed the room and spotted Bud and the rest of the gang immediately. They were in a booth in the back. The place wasn't very crowded this time of day.

Vicki sauntered over to the group, swaying her luscious ass, thrusting her tits out before her.

"Well, will you look at this!" Lana was the first to see her approaching. An expression of genuinely pleased surprise crossed her face.