He sucked her sweet tit once more into his mouth. He felt as if he were devouring her creamy flesh. God, he had never felt so hot. He went down her belly with his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her navel. He went back up and pressed his hot lips against hers.
She tried to turn her head away from his penetrating tongue. He lifted up and once more slapped her hard across the face. Another red welt was left.
"Still," he said. "Be still, Goddamn it."
He kissed her again and this time she offered no resistance as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
He could taste the sweet innocence of her mouth and tongue. God, how he loved these young ones.
He reached down and jerked up her skirt. He reached between his own legs and released his cock. He wanted to feel his cock rubbing against her satin skin. He felt the cock-head touch her and he shivered.
"Feel good, baby," he said. "You feel so fucking good. There ain't no sense fighting. You're going to get it anyway. There ain't no sense fighting."
He kissed her throat and shoulders and then dropped his mouth back to her titties again. He could tell that she was starting to get turned on. He knew of no woman who could resist the temptation very long. Especially once his lips touched her titties.
He went lower. He knew what he wanted to do. He could almost taste her sweet young pussy. His mouth watered for her. He kissed her belly once more.
He went lower until he was looking at her flimsy black panties. He licked his lips as he looked at the curly blonde pussy hairs curling out from the panties.
"Please," she whispered. "What are you doing?"
He kissed her inner thighs and sucked some of her pussy hairs into his mouth. He licked her cunt through her panties.
"Stop," she moaned. "Don't. Stop."
He reached up and grasped her panties. She wouldn't lift her hips to help him take them off. He grew angry again. He reached underneath her and grasped her ass. He squeezed hard and lifted her up. He pressed his lips and teeth next to her cunt.
"Oh stop," she pleaded.
He released her and this time grabbed the edge of her panties. He ripped them down to her knees. He didn't get them any farther but he didn't give a damn. Her swollen mound was visible to his hungry eyes. He licked at her gash and she shivered.
"You're going to like this," he said.
He pushed his face between her legs. His tongue slipped easily into her cunt. A sweet-tasting pink pussy! He pushed his tongue farther up and began to lap at her juices.
She began to get hot immediately. Her body began to squirm as she tried to get away from his probing tongue.
He knew what she needed. He found her swollen clit with his tongue. He heard her scream as his lips closed over her hard bud. He really began to eat her. His lips and tongue worked on her clit until she was really juicy.
He felt his cock pounding and he knew he could wait no longer.
He pulled his face from between her legs and went up her body. He felt his cock pressed against her mound. He reached between them and grasped his cock-head between his fingers.
"Get ready, darling," he said. "Get ready, little darling. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
She screamed but he cut it short by pushing his mouth against hers. Jesus, she was tight. He felt his cockhead press between the outer lips of her cunt. He gave another gentle nudge and her pussy seemed to open up to him.
He went into her hot, tight cunt up to his balls.
"Jesus Christ," he said softly. "You are a sweet-feeling piece of ass."
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
He couldn't be gentle. His rod was so hot that he was almost hurting. He withdrew his cock part way and slammed it violently back into her again. She groaned. He felt his balls slap her and it was a delicious feeling.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Jesus!"
He couldn't control himself. It had never felt so good. He pulled his cock out and grabbed her legs. She protested but nothing would stop him. He lifted her legs up above her head. Her sweet pink pussy was completely exposed. He leaned over her and pressed his cock against her again.
"No," she begged him.
He slammed his cock into her again, deeper than before. He felt her hot cunt walls working on his cock-head. Goddamn finest piece of ass he'd ever had! He slammed into her again. His balls slapped loudly.
He couldn't slow down. He kept driving his prick relentlessly into her sweet cunt. Again and again he felt her moan as his cock stroked her.
"Ahhh baby," he moaned. "Little darling, this is sweet. Goddamn fucking sweet. Sweetest hot box I've ever had. Oh shit, baby, you're tight."
He could no longer hold back. He could feel the sperm building in his balls. He felt the fiery liquid coming up through is rod into his cock-head.
"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "AHHHH FUCKING SHIT! JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTT!"
He exploded into her with a geyser of hot sperm. He filled her cunt as he had never filled a woman's cunt before. He kept squirting into her until he wondered where it had all come from.
Jesus, it was fine.
He moaned as the last cum-drop escaped his cock. The girl was sobbing quietly. He kept his cock in her until it went limp and slowly fell out.
"Goddamn," he said softly.
He looked down at the girl and realized what he had done. It was crazy. She looked as if she had gone through a meat grinder. He had left a dozen marks on her. He had to get her out quickly. Get her dressed and get her out.
He was in a panic. He had loved it. Loved every minute of it, but he might have hurt her and there could be no doubt that he had ripped her clothes off.
A blouse, he thought. He was going to have to get her a blouse.
Only then did he become aware that someone was laughing. He turned scared eyes toward the door in the cell. There were three people standing there. Two women. He remembered their names. Julia Johnson and Carolyn Merrit. He had fucked Julia. He had fucked her silly. He hadn't got around to Carolyn.
And there was a man there. He didn't know him. He had a camera. One really fancy job. Julia was smiling at him. She held a roll of film in her hands.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We're going to deal," Julia said sweetly. "You're going to trade us a few pictures or you're going to go to jail for a long time for a little rape."
"You wouldn't dare," he said.
He didn't like the way she looked at him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Julia was a very happy woman.
The blackmail was over. No more phone calls telling her where to go and what to do. Now she picked her own times and her own men and she acted discreetly.
She knew now that though Jimmy was a nice man he would never amount to anything in bed. He gave her security. A lot of other men gave her delight.
She was singing to herself while she worked in the kitchen when she heard a car pull up in the front yard. She automatically looked at the clock.
Jimmy wasn't due home for another four hours. She wondered who was visiting her. She went to the back door and looked out the screen.
She didn't recognize him at first. A tall, dark-headed man was getting out of his car. She looked closer.
"Why, it's Bobby Merrit," she said out loud. "I wonder what he wants?"
She took off her apron and smoothed out her short skirt. She opened the door as he came up on the porch.
"Bobby," she said. "It's good to see you. But Jimmy's not here. He won't be home for another few hours. You might still catch him at the plant."
"It wasn't Jimmy I wanted to see," he said.
"Oh?" she asked.
"No," he said. "I want to talk to you."
She stepped back and allowed him to come into the kitchen. He really looked bad. He wasn't the same Bobby she'd always known.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.