Chapter 10

"Oh God no," she said. "Not Johnny."

"I'm afraid so, sugar," Tom said laughing.

He stepped out and shut the door. She lay there for a few minutes listening but she didn't hear any footsteps that would mean the greasy-haired boy would be coming up the stairs.

She was really scared now.

Finally the door opened and he came inside and slammed it shut.

"Come over here," Johnny said.

She walked to him and he reached up and grabbed one of her big titties. He rubbed his fingers across her nipple and then slapped her tits hard.

"You and me are going to spend some quality time together now. And I like my women to know who's boss," he said. "Do you know who's boss now?"

"Yes sir," she answered. "You are, you're the boss."

He was pleased with her. She could see that in his face. She was tired and she wanted no more beatings, which meant she had to be completely obedient and she had to go along with everything this strange, ugly boy.

"Play with my pecker," he said.

He was limp. She got into bed with him and stretched out beside him. She put her hand on his prick. She rubbed her fingers up and down until she could feel a little life there.

"Do it a little faster," he breathed.

She moved her hand faster until she felt the first sticky wetness touch her hand. Then he was grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face toward his cock.

She didn't want to suck him as she'd sucked Tom and Hatchett. She had no great desire for the young punk boy, but she had no desire for any more beatings.

She knew that Johnny could be cruel and she wanted to keep him happy. She'd decided that the best thing to do was hurry up and get it over with. Do what he wanted and make him cum quick and hope that he was satisfied.

Because there was no telling what he would do if he wasn't satisfied.

She moved her lips over his prick, giving his meat tiny little kisses and licks. He seemed to like that, for he began to groan and move his hips, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth.

She moved her lips back up to his cockhead and parted her teeth. She allowed his next thrust to send his cockhead into her hot mouth.

She sucked his cock deeper.

"That's it," he groaned. "Suck on it." She looked down his rubbery shaft to his heavy balls and then her mouth opened wide and she swallowed his big prick.

"Ahhhhhhh Jesus," he groaned loudly. "You're doing it to meeeee!"

He began fucking slowly in and out of Jennifer's sucking mouth. She closed her eyes as she felt the steady pressure of his cock filling and stretching her mouth and slipping down the back of her throat.

"Ahhhhh Christ," he moaned. "Christ, you do know how to suck a man. You're better than even Hatchett said you were. Jesus, what a fine sucking bitch!"

So Hatchett had told him she was a good cocksucker. Well, she would show the little bastard just how good she was. She would make him sweat.

She pushed his cock away for a moment but it was only to lick down to his balls. Then she faced his cockhead again with her mouth in an oval.

"Hot damn," he groaned as he pushed two or three inches of his cock into her mouth. Then her mouth sucked more and her face was nearly buried in his crotch.

"Ummmmm," she moaned around his throbbing meat.

He felt so good in her mouth. She was closing her eyes and pretending it was Hatchett. Hatchett was the one who was dominating her. Hatchett was the one who was fucking her hot mouth.

"Christ, baby," he groaned.

He was trying to hold back. She knew he was, and she wasn't going to allow it.

He looked down at her sweet face as she gulped hungrily on his rigid shaft. God, she looked fine. He loved to fuck her hot face. The little bitch wasn't so proud any more. Now he owned her with his thick cock.

She wasn't going to put him down after this. She was going to do exactly as he wanted. He began fucking her mouth harder, his throbbing prick almost ready to burst.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth now, slut!" he gasped. "Going to cum! Oh, Jesussss!"

He came sooner than he had expected. Her liquid mouth went to work on him, sucking his salty-tasting cum out of the end of his cock.

He spurted again and again and she took every drop. Hell, she was a lot better than that other little cunt that had sucked him off. A hell of a lot better. The blonde had a hot, sweet mouth that could keep him cumming all day long.

"Christ," he said as he spilled the last of his cum into her willing mouth. "You fucking cunt," he said. "You fucking hot little cunt!"

He was trying to humiliate her as he had been humiliated, but he still couldn't be half the man Hatchett had been. Perhaps that was why he got so angry all the time.

He knew he wasn't capable of making her scream as Hatchett had done.

"You little bitch," he said, but he knew he couldn't make himself hard again right away. She had taken all his cum and drained him dry for a while.

He looked down at her smiling, smug face and he knew that she had beaten him.

"Goddamn you," he said.

Jennifer sat in front of her mirror and put the finishing touches on her make-up. She really looked good tonight. Her blonde hair was shining and the green dress she wore was cut low in front.

It was enough to make any man hard.

She gave her hair another combing before she got up from the table.

Her boyfriend was coming for her in a few minutes and she didn't want to be late. She smiled crookedly. Henry was a nice fellow and an excellent cocksman. He had given her plenty of enjoyment.

But she knew this was to be her last date with him.

Ever since her divorce she'd been dating one man after another hoping to find that combination of manliness, stamina, and dominating beast that Hatchett had, had.

She knew that one day she was going to find a man just like him.

Jennifer gave a sad look toward the yellowed newspaper clipping on one corner of her desk. The black headlines told about the gas station robbery and the two men who'd been killed.

One of the men was named Tom.

The other was Bud Hatchett.

She never felt sorry for him. After all, he'd caused her divorce and he'd caused a poor young girl to go temporarily into a hospital for the insane.

He'd practically destroyed her life.

Yet, every time she thought about him, she would experience a powerful tingling feeling between her legs. Her nipples would get hard and she'd lose her breath. She'd end up feeling that empty sexual need in her stomach.

Because no matter what else he was, he could sure fuck. He sure as hell could fuck!