Chapter 9
"What the fuck did you say?" Hatchett asked angrily.
Jennifer hadn't realized the extent of the boy's fear until she saw him go white.
"I'm sorry, Hatch," he said. "I didn't mean to let her out. Hell, I tried to catch her. She was just too fast for me."
"You goddamn pussy," Hatchett said.
He hit the boy and sent him reeling backwards. The boy hit the floor hard and Jennifer could not keep from giggling at the sight of him.
"What the hell you laughing at?" he asked her, wiping a smear of blood from his lip.
"She's laughing at you, dumb-ass," Hatchett said.
The boy didn't say anything else but he glared at Jennifer with a hate that made her shudder.
"What are you going to do now?" Jennifer asked Hatchett.
She could tell he was worried about the situation, and Hatchett didn't like to worry.
"I don't know," Hatchett said. "Right now I'm going to drink a beer. Bring me one."
He hardly had to tell Jennifer. She'd gotten so used to meeting and obeying his every whim and need that she was acting almost before he spoke. She had the top popped and the beer in his hands almost before he finished his sentence.
"Damn," Hatchett said, drinking his beer slowly. "I'd like to take you with me. You're a fantastic piece of ass."
He pulled Jennifer into the chair beside him and he put his hand on her soft inner thighs. His fingers squeezed tightly. Earlier he'd allowed her to put on just a skimpy pair of panties and a wispy bra, but that was all he would allow her to wear.
The only reason he allowed her to wear any clothes at all was because he said it turned him on even more.
"We should pull out," Tom suggested. "If they find that girl, things will start popping."
"Hell, I know that," Hatchett said. "I want one last time with my honey here."
Jennifer felt his fingers slipping up higher until he was almost touching her cunt.
"Let's me and you go upstairs where we can have some privacy," he said. "I want one last time with you and then Tom can have a turn at you too. But right now I want to sample some of your sweet cunt one last time before I leave."
"What about me?" Johnny asked.
"You ruined my party," Hatchett said, "but yeah, I'll think about it."
The boy glared hatefully at Jennifer as she followed Hatchett up the stairs to her bedroom.
He had said one last time. So this was her last time with Hatchett.
He stretched out on the bed and just stared at her while he finished his beer.
She stared back.
"You beautiful bitch," he said. "I get hard just looking at you. Take off that bra."
She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra and allowed it to fall away, her full tits springing out in the open. His eyes seared her flesh as he looked at her.
"Beautiful," he said. "You got the best tits I ever saw on a woman. It's a shame that other big-tittied little girl had to get away. I had some more plans for us."
She thanked God that Tina had gotten away. She had been suffering more for Tina than for herself.
"You're just a little fuck-animal," he said. "A fucking little nympho!"
He was getting her warm with his words, just as he had known he would. They were learning a lot about one another. More than some husbands and wives learned in years of marriage. For one thing, they had nothing in common but sex. He hated her and abused her, and she hated him, and lusted after him at the same time. They had no relationship except lust. They were like two animals sharing one desire. There could be no pretense.
"Get over here," he said.
He was rubbing his prick and she saw it coming to life. His large purplish cockhead glistened with a little of his leaking cum.
"Ummmm," she said.
This time she didn't have to be told to go down on him. She wanted to. She wanted to feel that rubbery shaft in her throat again.
She opened her lips and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She began to move her tongue around the sensitive crown, loving the salty flavor of his leaking cum.
She felt his hands on the back of her head pushing her closer.
"You're getting better all the time," he whispered. "You've turned into a first class cocksucker."
She relaxed herself and sucked his prick all the way into her throat. This time she was able to deep-throat him as she hadn't done before. She could feel his big cockhead pulsating against the deepest part of her throat and she could fee him leaking cum.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
He remained like that for a long while. His fingers tangled in her thick blonde hair, but he wasn't giving her any pressure. He seemed content just to have her hot liquid mouth surrounding his prick.
Then he began to move, slowly, at first. He pulled his cock out from between her full red lips and he wiped the glistening cockhead against her face, rubbing her face all over with his dripping pre-cum. She felt the sticky wet against her lips, eyes, and cheeks.
"Like that, baby?" he asked. "Do you like to take baths in my cum?"
"You know I do," she admitted. "You know I'll do anything you want."
He put the purplish head once more against her full ripe lips and she tasted his dribbling pre-cum. He rubbed his jism all over her lips before he once again popped it into her mouth and then pushed it into her throat.
She closed her eyes and moaned as she tasted his rubbery staff pushing deep into her throat again. She again relaxed and allowed his cock to go as deep as he could push it.
His head was thrown back and his lips partially open and she knew he was beginning to feel the pressure.
"Shit," he said. "I want to really fuck your mouth. I want to drive my prick right down your throat."
His fingers tightened on her head and she was ready for the sudden savage thrust. He brought his cock out of her mouth part way and thrust in again.
"I've got to give it to you, honey," he said. He pulled his cock partially from her mouth for the third time. This time he crammed his prick in deeper than he had before and he started to move his prick around in a wide circle.
In minutes he pulled his cock out and slammed it back into her mouth again. This time he started a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts, each time banging his balls against her soft chin when he got so deep.
"That's fine, honey," he groaned. "That's real fine. I'm going to cum. Take it all! Take every Goddamned drop! Suck my prick dry! SUCK IT DRYYYYY!"
She sucked his prick deep into her throat and took his thick jism down. She swallowed quickly and frantically sucked more of his prick into her hot mouth.
She tasted and swallowed every drop.
"God," he said softly, stroking her soft blonde hair. "I sure do wish I could take you with me. You're getting better every time. Right now you're the best Goddamned cocksucker in this state."
She smiled at his compliment.
"I'll send Tom up now," he said grinning. "You fix him up good, hear me?"
She was already half asleep when she heard Tom coming into her room.
She looked at the clock and saw that it was a half-hour past the time her husband was usually due home. He probably had gone off and gotten drunk. Probably he would never be home again, and that was fine with her.
Jennifer could never go back to living with Bob the same way after having a strong, savage man like Hatchett satisfy her dark desire.
She knew she'd never find the cocksman that Hatchett was in any other man, but at least she could find one close. A rough, strong-willed man.
Tom sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Tom," she said. "I want to suck you off. I want to give you a good blowjob."
"All right," he said.
She really did want to suck his dick. She didn't know exactly why. She reached over and unzipped his fly and she reached inside.
She found his prick still limp and she wrapped her fingers around it and slowly pulled it from his trousers. He really did have a nice cock. She wrapped her fingers around the stem more tightly and she began to move her hand up and down.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, it does."
She started to undress him. She stripped off his shirt and then unbuckled his trousers. She had trouble but she finally got his trousers pulled down over his stiff prick. She bent over and gave his cockhead a light kiss.
"Ummm," he said.
She got him completely undressed except for his socks and she lowered her face to his cock and she sucked his prick between her lips. She gave him sharp little nips right around his crown. It was not enough to hurt him but it was enough to make him tingle.
She kept running her tongue and lips over his cockhead until he was groaning. She lifted her head and stared at his lustful face.
She was getting to him. She smiled in satisfaction and lowered her face to his prick again. She rubbed his cock against her lips and again tasted a little smear of his lubricating fluid.
"Oh Jesus, baby," he groaned.
She licked down one side of his immense shaft right to his balls. She licked his heavy ball-sacs until she could feel him tensing up.
"God," he said. "I want you to suck me. I want to have my prick blown. Do it, baby!"
She lowered her lips and took his prick deep into her throat and let him rest there. She knew what she was doing to him. She could feel him tensing up as she sucked on him. She half released him from her mouth and then sucked him back inside again.
Then Tom took over.
He grabbed her head and began to pound his cock into her. He grunted each time he drove his prick into her throat. It felt good to her. She might have been depraved but she loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. He had hold of the back of her neck as his pumping became furious.
"You little fucking cocksucker," he said. "Suck my cock. Suck on my prick. You dirty little cocksucker. Oh shit, I'm going to do it! Oh shit and fuck! Oh Jesus fuck, I'm going to do it. SHITTTT!"
He didn't want to cum down her throat. He pulled his cock out of her immediately and let his cum splash onto her face and lips. She didn't pull her face away. She kept it turned upward as she knew he wanted.
She took every drop against her skin and then waited as he rubbed his spermy cockhead against her face. Finally he pulled away with a soft sigh.
"That was fine, baby," he said.
He got off the bed and got dressed. He patted her plump fanny as he started toward the door.
"Does he want me to come back down?" she asked.
"Oh," he said, stopping. "I forgot to tell you. Hatchett said to tell you goodbye. He's leaving and he doesn't want to see you again."
She nodded. She understood that.
"But he says he doesn't want you to get lonely," Tom said. "So he's leaving Johnny behind to keep you company for a while. Just for a little while, though."