Chapter 8
"Where's the closest beer joint?" Johnny asked. The dark-haired girl beside him mumbled an answer and he pulled her against him. He ran his fingers over the soft mound of one of her tits.
He had his hand down the front of her short shift and already two truck drivers had blown horns at them.
Johnny had only grinned and waved. He liked the feeling of having such a good-looking fox in his arms. He liked the idea of making the truck drivers jealous. He didn't give a damn who saw them.
"Where's the closest joint?" Johnny asked again, squeezing her boob.
"There," she said, pointing.
He didn't need to be told anything else, because he could see the red and white blinking sign on the corner. This was a suburban area and he hadn't expected to find one so soon.
It was a classy place, just like the rest of the neighborhood.
"I'm going inside," he said. "I won't be but a minute."
He considered taking her with him. It was quite a chance to leave her in the car, but it was a bigger gamble to take her in.
She had a dazed look on her face and her eyes looked kind of funny. She looked like she might be on something and a cop might notice.
He knew it wasn't drugs. He'd seen even a couple of tough women look that way after Hatchett had gotten through with them. They would walk around looking sickly for days afterward.
Johnny wondered what Hatchett did to them to make them act that way.
"I'll be back in just a minute," he said.
She only barely noticed. He went into the joint and purchased four six-packs. He couldn't find the brand Hatchett liked, but he got expensive stuff and Hatchett would probably be satisfied.
"Isn't that Tina Andrews in the car with you?" the owner asked as he was paying for the beer.
Johnny had a moment of panic, but he quickly got control of himself.
"Yeah," he said. "That's Tina. I was giving her a ride and I thought I'd stop to buy some stuff for her party this evening."
"I hope to hell her Momma doesn't find out about the beer," the owner said.
"It's just for the older kids," Johnny said quickly.
The owner seemed satisfied and Johnny made sure to wave and grin as he walked back out to the car. He had a bad moment when he saw that Tina was sitting near the door.
He didn't know what he was going to do if she tried to make a break for it. Probably the best thing to do was just let her go. He wondered how Hatchett would handle it.
Luckily, Tina didn't run.
He got into the car and saw that she was playing with the door handle but making no move to open it.
"That was a good idea," he said. "Your not running. I've got a gun."
He didn't really, but he thought that the threat of being shot might make her think twice about trying to get out. She didn't answer him. She just kept looking out her window.
He pulled out of the parking lot but he didn't go straight back.
He had found the beer store so quickly that Hatchett wouldn't be expecting him back for a while.
Maybe he had time for a little fun.
He found the house he'd noticed when they were driving into the neighborhood. It was for sale and the yard was covered by high green grass. He drove into the yard and around to the side of the house.
Here, he couldn't be seen unless someone drove right into the yard.
She didn't look up when he turned the car off.
"I got plenty of beer," he said. "I thought we'd have one before we went back. There's no hurry."
He popped the top and watched the suds spill out of the can. He licked the suds away and then he took a long pull of the sour-tasting beer. The beer wasn't quite cold enough but it was satisfying.
"Damn good beer," he said. "There's nothing like a good beer on a hot day." He took another drink and smacked his lips. "Would you like one?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
He took another sip as he studied her. She wasn't very frisky but she was sure a nice-looking piece. She had her shift high up over her thighs and he could see plenty of her firm, tanned legs.
He remembered seeing her naked. She had a fine-looking pair of tits and a sweet ass. He had felt her plenty when he'd been dressing her.
"How are you at sucking cock?" he asked her.
He saw her eyes flicker in alarm and she tried to move farther away. Still, she didn't try the handle of the door. He took another sip of his beer and rubbed his crotch.
He was getting hard. He thought about the blonde and how she'd scratched his face. He would have a scar underneath his eye, the little bitch.
And this little bitch was the blonde's friend.
"Come here," he said. "Come closer. I know you've sucked cocks before. Wouldn't you like to chomp down on mine? It'll make a fine meal for you."
She looked out the window without answering. Damn, he was getting a little tired of women playing hard to get. He moved across the seat and put his hand on her thigh.
"You sure are a pretty thing," he said.
He kissed her neck and sucked a little of her throat into his mouth. He rolled her skin beneath his tongue. He slipped his hand farther up her thigh until he was touching her between her legs.
"Nice," he said. "I bet you're nice all over." She offered him no resistance when he pulled her shift over her head and left her completely naked. Once again he feasted his eyes on her tanned titties with her large pink nipples.
"Gawd," he said softly.
He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He could feel her hands on his shoulders. She tried to push him away but it was like she had no strength.
"Please," she said, sobbing. It was the first time she'd looked directly at him. "Please don't."
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I'm only going to make you feel good."
"Don't," she said. "Don't."
He sucked more of her tit into his mouth and used his tongue on her. He could feel her beating lightly on his back and shoulders.
He put his hand on her thigh. He slipped his fingers up until he was touching her pubic nest. Her dark-haired pussy felt so soft and nice. He pushed one of his fingers against her cunt lips.
"Oh no, please," she moaned.
"It's all right," he said.
He left her tit and started kissing her throat again. Her head was thrown back and he knew her eyes were open. She was licking her lips.
He kissed her sweet lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her body had gone slack. She'd quit pushing on his shoulders and he suddenly knew that he could do anything he wanted with her. Anything.
He moved away from her and took her hand.
"Now I want you to feel my cock," he said. "Play with it a little."
He leaned back and finished the beer. He crumpled the can up and pitched it outside.
"Come on now, honey," he said. "Get a little life in yourself."
Her fingers touched his thigh and then traced the outline of his cock through his trousers. He pressed her hand down on his prick.
"Feel that big thing," he said. "I bet you'll like it. Most women do once they get a taste of it. The girls always come back for more."
Her hand squeezed his prick and kept squeezing it. She didn't look at him, though. She kept looking out the window as her fingers worked.
"Unzip me," he said.
She found the top of his zipper and pulled it down without having to be asked again. Her small hand slipped inside his trousers and wrapped around the sweaty stem of his prick.
"That's it," he said. "Now take my cock out. Take my fucking joystick out."
She pulled his rigid cock through the opening of his trousers. She looked at him once his prick popped into view. Her eyes were glassy now and she was looking at his cock, as if she really didn't know she'd gotten it into her hand.
She wasn't looking disgusted or sick. She was simply looking a little curious and alarmed. Johnny started to get the message that there might be something more wrong with her than just being dazed by Hatchett.
She didn't look as if she were really all together.
Another time he might have stopped her, but it was too late. He could feel her hot hand slowly jerking his prick and he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop until he was finished.
"Gawd, that's nice," he moaned. "But I want you to suck me. I want you to suck my hard prick."
She looked at him, puzzled.
"Don't look at me like that, goddamn it," he said. "You know what I want."
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down toward him. For the first she began to struggle but he knew how to handle that.
He got a thick tangle of her hair around his fingers and he jerked her head back. He pulled until he knew her neck was creaking.
"Do as I say," he whispered fiercely.
She nodded as if she understood. He released the fierce grip on her hair and pushed her face against his crotch once again. This time he needed only a steady pressure to make her go where he wanted.
"Now just lick me," he instructed her. "Don't suck me yet. Just lick me up and down."
He leaned back against the far door while he kept a hold on the back of her head. He opened another beer and sat sipping it.
He sighed as he felt her warm, wet tongue licking his sensitive cockhead. She licked all around his crown until she had him covered with her saliva. She even licked at his tiny opening, sending shivers down his spine.
For a girl who knew little about blowjobs, this little girl was really getting into it.
She licked down the long length of his rod right to his balls. She started licking the salty sweat from his balls. His fingers tightened against the back of her head as he felt her suck one of his balls into her wet mouth.
For a moment he thought she might bite. It was a good way to leave him helpless. A part of him wanted to pull her away, but a part of him wanted the good feelings to continue.
"Careful," he said softly, giving her head a little tug to show that he was still in charge.
Perhaps she'd never had any intention of biting him. In any case, all she did was take his balls beneath her tongue and caress them wetly.
"Oh Gawd," he said softly.
She started planting frantic little wet kisses all along his prick. He sipped his beer and imagined himself as some sort of king and this was a woman who must satisfy him or she would end up on the chopping block.
It was a good fantasy. It made him feel powerful and brought a bull-like heat to his cock.
"You sweet little cocksucker," he said. "Sweet little bitch, you'll never wind up on any chopping block."
She had gotten his red prick gleaming from her saliva. He felt himself leaking a little and she pulled her mouth quickly away.
It made him angry.
"Don't you ever do that again," he said angrily. "That's my cum and you're going to drink it all and love it. Don't pull your fucking mouth away! And don't cry, either! You're going to love sucking me. You're going to fucking love drinking my cum. All you cunts are just alike, trying to pretend you don't like the taste and then lapping it up like milk. Now get down there!"
This time she licked up the tiny drop that had collected on the end of his cock. Her mouth parted slightly and he crammed all of his prick down her throat.
"Shit," he said. "That's the way you should be. With your mouth full of my cock!"
He began to work his cock in and out of her mouth, while he held onto the back of her head.
"Play with my balls, slut," he said. "Play with my fucking balls."
She lifted her hand and began to fondle his balls while he mouth-fucked her. A delicious sensation went through him. God, her mouth was hot and wet and he could hear the slurping sounds she made as she sucked him.
Slurping sounds like she was drinking up something through a straw.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Just keep using your tongue like that, sugar, and I'll blow my mind."
He began to move faster as he felt his balls getting hot and full of pressure. He let his head fall back and he was looking up at the sky.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jeesus," he groaned with each deep, frantic thrust.
It was fine. He felt the first spurt of his jism hitting the back of her throat. She didn't try to move her head away this time. Just in case, he tightened his grip and crammed his rod farther down her throat.
"Take it," he said. "Take every fucking drop! Drink my cum, little bitch! Drink it! I'll teach your blonde friend to scratch my eyes! Take my Goddamned cum! TAKE ITTTT!"
He exploded into her mouth again and again until his cum was leaking out the sides of her mouth and dripping down her body
He let her pull away for air but he then forced her head back to his crotch again.
"Now lick me clean," he said, sighing. "Drink up all my cum, every drop!"
He sighed again as he felt her warm, wet tongue licking the drops of cum away from his cock. She licked him clean.
After a few moments, he could feel pressure in his balls again and he knew he wanted to fuck her. It was a good fucking thing he was young so that he could go all night.
He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been gone forty minutes.
"Shit," he said.
He knew that Hatchett would be getting pissed now and there was no sense to make Hatchett that pissed. He would take the beer to Hatchett and maybe Hatchett would give him a chance to get even with that blonde bitch.
First he would beat shit out of her and then he would fuck her pussy sore. He would drown her in his cum. He would show that bitch who was boss.
"All right, honey," he said. "It's time to quit now. We've got a party to attend."
Another time he would have been watching the girl more carefully.
But he'd had what he wanted and now he was worried about Hatchett.
"We got to be getting back," he said, pushing her away from his crotch. "Stop that now."
She sat across from him licking her sperm-covered lips and he could see the wet streaks of his cum against her cheek and even on her neck and on one tit.
It was a real turn-on and it made his cock start to harden again.
Damn, he would have liked to fuck right then and there. To sample her sweet pussy. To stick his dick right up her twat and fuck the bejesus right out of her.
"Ah fuck it," he said.
He pushed his cock back into his trousers and zipped them up.
He might get another chance at her once he took the beer back. Maybe Hatchett wouldn't be in a big hurry to leave. Hell, Hatchett had been there long enough already. If the cops were going to come they'd have already been there.
"Put your dress back on, sweet baby," he told Tina. "I'll let you suck on me some more when we get back. Hell, maybe Hatchett and Tom will let you chomp on theirs, too."
He should have been ready, but he didn't see the panic in her eyes. This time she didn't just play with the door handle. He started the car and she was outside before he could do anything.
"Hey!" he yelled. "Come back here! Don't run! Hatchett will break my balls if you run!"
He left the car running as he jumped out and ran after her.
His beer-drinking had cut his wind and he was getting just a little pudgy and out of shape. The last he saw of her was her cute little behind jiggling as she was disappearing into the woods.