Chapter 2

Carl watched Lynn from a distance, noted the coy tilt of her head, the straightness of her back. Her tits were jutting against the halter top she was wearing. Jamey Dwayne was practically drooling as he leaned over her. He said something, and Carl saw a nervous flicker of excitement on Lynn's face as she fended Jamey off. Poor guy, didn't have a chance. He was a twerp. Cookie Dwayne, Jamey's twin sister, was there, too. She was sitting on the steps beside her brother. She was pouting.

Carl drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. His chest got tight as he reviewed what he had planned. The distinct chance that it would land him in jail held him in check as he watched Lynn flirt with Jamey. She was only fifteen, he reminded himself. Jailbait. He wished he could see inside her head, see what made her tick. Could be the whole thing was just an ego trip for her. Maybe she liked using her body to attract guys. Or, he mused, it could be she really wanted a good fuck, but was afraid.

Either way, she was tormenting Jamey beyond belief. Carl wondered if he should leave the little bitch to someone more her own age. There was always Sandra.

Then Lynn playfully pushed Jamey aside and walked away from him, left him standing there like a fool. Her hips swaying, her feet scuffing the sidewalk, Lynn made her walk an invitation to rape. Carl's guts began to bubble and steam. Cookie gave her brother's pants leg a tug and said something to him. Jamey nodded and slumped down next to her. He looked like he was extremely upset.

Carl grunted. The decision was made. His groin tightened as he reached for the ignition. Pulling away from the curb, he followed Lynn, slowly caught up with her as she sauntered along the sidewalk. She was basking in the glances all the men threw her.

He pulled up at the corner just as she got there. Then he leaned across the wide front seat of the old Caddy convertible. "Hey, Lynn."

She stopped and showily turned toward him. "Hi, Carl."

"Want to go for a ride?"

She leaned against the street lamp and toyed with a lock of her hair. "You know Daddy doesn't want us seeing each other." He heard the hint of a drawl in her voice. Ever since she had seen "Gone With The Wind" she had been using all Scarlet O'Hara's most aggravating mannerisms.

"You never let that stop you before," he pointed out.

"Well, maybe just a little one," she purred, starting toward the car as he opened the door. "But don't you go trying any funny stuff, Carl Smith."

Carl grunted and stepped on the gas, made her flop back on the seat as he gunned away from the light. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her carefully adjust her pose for the maximum effect. She thrust her breasts out, sucked her trim tummy in, curled one sleek leg under herself.

"Why don't you sit closer to me?" he asked, patting the seat.

There was the usual flirtatious, teasing interval before she agreed and slid under his arm. Then she carefully gripped his hand to keep him from slipping it down over her tits. She squirmed against his side, and then, cast a coy glance at him, let one of her slender hands rest on his hard thigh.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he sped through town.

"Where would you like to go?" "Oh, anywhere."

"We could go park."

"Well, maybe for just a little bit," she agreed with the proper amount of hesitancy. "But I have to be home before too late."

"How late is `too late'?"

"Oh, suppertime or so," she answered, keeping it vague as always. If she ran true to form, "too late" would be right when he was ready to rip the clothes off her in frustration.

But this time he would be calling the tune. The more she flirted with him, teased him with her wiggling and touching, gave him tantalizing intimations of the lushness of her tits, the sleekness of her body, the more he was sure he was doing the right thing.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he turned off on a side road.

"I'm looking for a nice private place to park," he answered. He knew exactly where he was going. He had grown up in the area. Now it was decaying farms and scrubby woods. He swung the heavy car onto a narrow track that twisted through the thick brush and trees.

"This is awful wild," Lynn noted fearfully.

The Caddy bumped from one pot hole to another, then lurched over a half-buried root. He swung around a curve and jammed on the brakes.

A cloud of dust swirled past as he set the emergency brake.

In front of them was a sagging wooden shack. The windows gaped blindly, the door hung lopsidedly by one hinge. The wood siding was gray with age. All trace of paint had long since weathered away. Here and there a plank was warped or split. The front stoop consisted of two uneven concrete blocks. The thick weeds in the front yard were burned a pale brown. They were waving listlessly in the warm breeze.

"Gosh!" Lynn gasped. Carl wondered if he was going to have to drag her out of the car. "Can we go inside?"

"I don't know why not," he answered, relieved at her curiosity and confidence that she could handle him. "Come on."

"Doesn't look like anyone's lived here for years," she observed, skipping through the weeds ahead of him. She teetered on one of the concrete blocks and poked her head in through the door.

"There's only one room," she noted, disappointed.

"Any furniture or anything?" he asked innocently.

"A bed," she answered, then turned and waggled her finger at him. "Now don't you go getting any ideas, just because I'm going into a place with a bed in it."

"Wouldn't think of it," he answered with a wicked grin. She tossed her head and giggled. He heard her footsteps on the wood floor. When he looked in, she was stretched sensuously on the mattress he had hauled there to add to the frame and springs abandoned years before.

For a moment he stood over her, looking down, feeling his cock react to her slender youthful beauty, the thrust of her tits, the sleek satin smoothness of her tanned thighs. Her thick brown hair that fanned out around her face. There was a sparkle in her dark eyes.

Carefully, Carl eased himself down beside her. Deliberately, he reached out to stroke one of her still hidden tits, tits that he had vowed would not remain hidden much longer. Her hand, as he had anticipated, caught his. He let the motion carry until he was leaning across her. Then he slowly lowered his head toward hers.

The touch of her lips against his was, as always, electrifying. He felt her mouth moving sensuously, and delicately explored her lips with his tongue. With her usual touching shyness she admitted his probing tongue. She tasted of spearmint. He lowered his chest slowly to hers, then shifted his hand so he was gripping her wrists. She began writhing under him in a way calculated to drive him nuts.

He captured her other wrist and dragged her arms above her head. Keeping the kiss going, driving his tongue into her mouth, clicking his teeth against hers as she sucked erotically, he trapped her wrists in one hand, and used the other to slip the already-prepared loop of rope around them. He held her until the noose was tight, and bound her wrists to the center pipe of the ancient bedstead.

Then, at last, he broke the kiss and sat up. With deliberate insolence, he stroked his hands down her upraised arms, toward her shoulders, toward the breasts she so carefully defended against all comers.

She tried to pull her hands down to fend him off, and he saw the fear flash in her eyes. "Carl? What are you doing?" She tried to twist to look up and see what he had done, but he put one hand on the base of her throat and pinned her down.

Her breast was warmer and firmer and more exciting then he had dreamed it would be. As he fondled it through her halter top, he watched her eyes, saw the fear diluted by lust. She shook her head in useless denial of her nature. "What are you doing?" she asked again.

He fondled first one breast and then the other. He was fully aware that her legs were still free, that she could kick the shit out of him if she wanted to. But, she didn't really want to. "Feeling your tits," he answered.

"What did you do to my hands?"

"I tied them to the bed," he answered calmly. "Nooo," she moaned as he captured one nipple and twisted it gently.

"You've been teasing me for weeks. Leading me on and then stopping me abruptly. You're a cock-tease."

"I've got to get home, Carl," she said, her voice thick with lust.

"Not yet," he answered. "Later, if you still want to."

"What are you going to do?"

"I've wanted to see these tits for a long time," he answered. He kept her pinned down with one hand while the other found the bow knot behind her neck.

"Stop it, Carl!" she insisted, and began struggling. "Let me go!"

Ignoring her protests, he pulled the thin straps from behind her. Then he tortured himself by keeping the clinging material over her breasts. Her belly wriggled and squirmed as she struggled against the ropes. Slowly, teasing himself, he drew the halter lower and lower. He revealed the line where her deep tan ended. The sight of the soft lift of her boobs, pale ivory beside the tan, made his pulse hammer and his cock throb.

She stopped struggling, afraid to move for fear it would finish the exposure he had begun. He saw her glance down at herself to see how much he had revealed. "If you stop here," she hissed, "I won't tell anyone what you've done."

Carl laughed. "By the time I'm through with you, you aren't going to tell anyone anything."

He thought for a moment she would think he was planning to kill her. She didn't. "What do you mean?" she demanded.

"I mean," he said, running a finger from one exposed slope to the other - her nipples were still hidden -"that you'll like it so much you won't want to tell anyone."

"I will so," she snapped. "It's wicked and vile and sinful!"

"You've been begging for this," he said, easing the halter down farther, wondering where her nipples were. There seemed to be no end to the expanse of pale white flesh. It was faintly marbled with blue veins. "You can tell yourself you're helpless, that you can't help yourself, that it isn't your fault."

"That's not true," she retorted. Her answer lacked conviction. Carl slipped the material lower, revealed a curving pink sliver of a protuberant nipple. Slowly, he unveiled her firm, youthful, yet full, mounds. The pale white jugs were topped with aroused pink nipples. Her breasts quivered as she tugged against the noose holding her wrists. The pipe frame of the bed clanked as she fought it futilely.

"Noooo," she whispered as he slipped his hands over her heaving boobs. Her nipples were like pencil erasers - hard and rubbery. They scraped his palms as he mangled her soft jugs. Now the lust exceeded the fear on her face. As she twisted against the ropes the muscles in her slender arms stood out.

Carl's cock was a glowing, swollen ingot of horniness. It strained against his tight jeans as he fondled the half-naked fifteen-year-old. The line of her torso was spoiled by the halter. It was off her breasts, but still tied behind her back. He dug his hands under her and fumbled with the cord. Then he stripped the halter off and tossed it aside. Her white teeth digging into her lower lip, she watched it go. Her face filmed with sweat as she struggled against the ropes.

His hands went to her tits again. He pinched her buds, pinched them hard. Then he twisted them, rolled them between thumb and forefinger, and watched her heave and writhe with arousal. Her supple tan stomach shuddered. Her tongue, that lovely, erotic tongue, flicked out, licked her dry lips.

"I'm going to have you begging for it," Carl told her, still tormenting her perky tits. "You'll beg for it, and then I'll give it to you."

Lynn squirmed uncertainly on the bed. She was obviously aware of her naked tits, of his hands on them, and of the fact that her face was twisted with horniness. "I've got to go home, Carl," she moaned.

"Later," Carl promised. "Shit, it's hot today, isn't it?" Standing up, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. When she saw his tanned muscular chest she got a hot glow in her eyes. The feel of the hot summer breeze on his bare flesh built his lust.

"Let's see what else you've got hidden," he growled, reaching for the button at the waist of her hacked-off jeans.

"NO!" she screeched, kicking out. The bed squealed and rattled.

Carl pinned her legs down and straddled them, sat on her shins. He was conscious of the aroused hard bar of his cock. It was pressed up by his jeans and underpants. He knew that the tip was a fraction of an inch from exposure above the top of his jeans. He popped the button of Lynn's cut-offs, and ran the zipper down toward her pussy. The jeans spread open, revealed lacy white panties. The faint dark shadowing of her bush was visible through the lace.

"Carl," Lynn wailed as he dragged the jeans down her slender, tanned thighs. "Stop it!"

He yanked the pants to her knees. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fastened on the dark shadow of her muff as he hooked his fingers into her panties, and slowly, slowly dragged them down. He bared the wings of her pelvis, the tan trim curve of her belly, then, at last, the pale line that separated the permitted from the forbidden.

A few springy wisps of dark brown, wiry pubic hair sprang free of the panties. Fighting the drag of the elastic over her ass, he pulled the panties lower and lower. Her thick, dark bush fluffed up eagerly. A few of the fine ends stirred in the summer breeze that puffed through the empty windows and broken door.

Finally, he dragged the panties down to her jeans, bared her twat completely. For a moment he sat there, staring hungrily at her thick nest. His cock was dying to plunge into her thicket, to plunder her tight channel.

Lynn had frozen stiff. She was rigid with terror; and shame, and lust. She was bared to him and air was touching her belly, her snatch, her flanks, her breasts. Carl ran his hands up her satin smooth thighs toward the dark triangle of her pussy. He saw her belly muscles squirm as he stroked her intimately.

The moan he triggered by running his finger along the line of thigh joining body was thick with horniness. She twitched against his weight on her legs as he fingered her pale, untanned flesh. She wasn't trying to escape. She was trying to spread her legs in invitation!

"Oh, God," she moaned, her eyes closing as he fondled the fringes of her twat. Her nipples were harder and more distended than before. Her head rolled between her up stretched arms.

Slipping slowly off her, Carl dragged her panties and jeans the rest of the way down her sleek legs Then, before she could catch on to what he was doing, he grabbed one ankle and slipped the waiting loop of rope around it. He tightened the knots he had prepared, bound her leg to the corner of the bed. A second later he had her totally helpless, naked, spread on the bed. She was an upside-down "Y" of lust.

She twisted and fought against the ropes, tried somehow to get one thigh over her twat. Her writhing sent his horniness soaring. Her total helplessness made his gut ache. He feasted on her jutting tits, her slender waist, and gaping twat. He could see the pink ruffle of her inner cunt lips. They were distended with arousal.

"Please, don't," Lynn moaned as he stood staring down at her. "Please, don't. Stop."

He knelt on the bed between her gaping legs. He combed his fingers into her snatch, fingered her soft, hot labes. He saw shudders rack her gut, saw the muscles in her thighs flex and jerk. Parting the hairy cunt lips, he exposed the searing heart. Her inner ripples were glistening with juices. He explored them with his eyes. The pink button of her clit was hiding under its monk-like hood. Below that, just beneath the dainty dimple of her pisser, was the virgin-veiled mouth of her cunt.

He flicked her clit. She bucked and groaned hornily. Slowly, his eyes on her face, he slid a finger into the hot, slick, steaming heart of her cunt. She was gnawing on her lower lip, and beads of sweat were trickling off her forehead.

Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue at the berry of her clitoris. It was like touching an electric wire to her. She bucked madly. Tease him, would she? She was going to find out what teasing was all about.

His mouth savoring the clean taste of her virgin slit, he whipped her clit with his tongue. He felt her hips writhe and heave as he ran his tongue over the nerve bud. The bed bounced and squealed madly as heat raged through her slender body. He slid his finger in and out of her cunt as he tongued her clit-berry. Soon, she was raving with hunger for him.

"Stopitstopitstopit," she wailed. "Please." He stopped.

"Please, do me," she moaned. "Do what?" he asked.

"Put - nooo," she moaned when she realized what she was saying.

Slowly, tantalizingly, he pumped his finger in her flooded tunnel. He pressed his thumb on the starter button of her clit.

"Oooohhh," she groaned. "You want it, don't you?"

"Oh, God, yes," she whispered as his finger pistoned in the dainty opening through her cherry. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I want you to do me."

"Use the word," he insisted cruelly.

"No!" She lifted her head and looked at him, then let it flop when a spasm of lust flared through her.

"You know the word," he growled. "Use it." He pushed firmly on her clit, ground it against the hard bone behind it.

She gave an animal grunt and bucked against the ropes. "Please."

"Please what?" His voice cracked like a whip.

"Please, fuck me," she moaned, her final barriers crumbling in the blow-torch heat of her horniness. "What? Louder, I can't hear you," Carl snarled. "Fuck me," she repeated.

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME!" Her whole body arched up off the bed.

"Beg for it!" he grated harshly, mangling her clit.

"Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned and writhed wantonly on the bed.

Carl leaned back. He could feel his cock dripping hot, sticky pre-cum. He stood up on the bed, and, towering over her, unfastened his jeans. "Watch," he hissed.

He slowly exposed his thrusting, monster dork. He knew it was the first one she had ever seen. When she saw his erect dick there was a flash of fear in her eyes ... and a flicker of lust on her face. She licked her lower lip.

"It's so big," she said fearfully.

"You're going to get every inch of it," he told her as he stripped.

"Noooo," she moaned.

He had an urge to cork her mouth with it, then decided not to - that could wait. Right now he wanted to drill into her virgin shaft and unload the gallons of jism that were pooled in his groin. She looked tender and vulnerable, younger than fifteen. She also looked unbelievably desirable roped to the bed that way.

"Too bad there isn't a mirror over the bed. Then you could watch it go in," Carl noted, dropping to his knees between her spread legs. He wadded up his jeans and jammed them under her ass, lifted her pussy to a better angle. Her legs were drawn tight now. Her back was bowed backwards. Her twat was presented to him like it was on a platter.

Leaning forward on one hand, holding himself up off her, he bent his cock down and aimed it into her aroused gash. He nuzzled the aching head of his prick between her labes, squirmed it against the thin barrier of her cherry. The first touch of her sizzling cunt almost set his dork off. Fighting premature cumming, he leaned into her, slowly drove his dick through her hymen.

"OWW! IT HURTS," Lynn screamed.

"Shut up," he snarled. "It won't hurt for long." "You're killing me," she yelled.

Ignoring her shrieks of protest, he drove his cock into her. He felt her cherry rip as he slowly rammed into her clutching, hot tunnel. Jesus! It was tighter, wetter, and better than he had hoped. Sandra's cunt was limp and sloppy in comparison. Carl sank his dork into Lynn's snatch with a single, steady drive. As he filled her virgin channel with cock, her moans of pain slowly changed-to throaty groans of pleasure.

With his dick full depth in her, her soft twat walls clutching his hot bar, he lowered himself onto her slender body. He felt her soft naked tits mashing against his hard chest. His hairy thighs lay between her sleek ones. His groin was jammed hard against hers.

"Oh, my God," Lynn cried lustily as she squirmed feebly beneath him. She was a squashed bug spiked with lust.

Carl drew his dick out, paused, then slid it back in. The tight stroking of her cunt walls made his balls clench. He felt her pussy twitch from the stimulation. He deliberately hunched to grind his pubic arch against hers, to scrunch her clit between the hammer and anvil of the two bones.

"Awwwww," Lynn wailed.

He began to fuck her more boldly, began pistoning faster. She was tugging at the ropes again. Only now she was doing it to gain more freedom to move. For a second he considered releasing her hands, then discarded the idea. Better she remain helpless until he was done with her.

His guts were on the verge of firing. He tried to hold off, tried to bring her to a cumming before he hosed her with jism. She was keening under him like a half-squashed cat. Her hips were bucking and squirming. He stroked his dick into her as far as it would go, and felt the head push against the end of her hole.

The friction against the firing pin on the underside of his dick tip was sending wave after wave of fire through his nervous system. The cum in his gut was tossing and heaving like storm waves in the North Atlantic. Finally, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to stem the tide. "OH MY GOD!" Lynn wailed, and he felt her twat walls clench around his dork like a milking machine.

His guts emptied into her guts. He felt like the load was propelled by live steam. Every cum-muscle in his groin knotted with ecstasy, gave him the feeling he was tearing in two. Spurt after spurt of blazing cum hammered the end of her tunnel, flooded her tight young hole with its first load ever. His ass knotted with a final squeezing, spasming out his orgasm until he was aching and exhausted.

For a long time he stayed on top of her, savoring the feel of his dick shrinking in her snug hole, drawing back from her sodden depths. She was wheezing with exhaustion beneath him. Every exhalation was accompanied by a gentle whimper that might have been from pain, from sorrow, or from pleasure. Finally he got off of her.

"What happened?" she asked in bewilderment as he found a cigarette and lit it.

Carl blew out a stream of smoke and watched it swirl and twist in the sunlight from the window. "You came. Cummed? You got fucked." He stared at her with a dispassion he didn't truly feel. Shit! She was gorgeous. Made his drained gut ache just to look at her, stretched on the bed like that.

"It was awful," she moaned. "You loved it."

"I hated it," she snapped, her eyes flashing.

Carl laughed. He could see beneath that veneer. "You were begging for it! And you got it," he answered.

"Let me go," she ordered, straining against the ropes.

"Not yet."

"Let me go now and I won't tell anyone what you did to me."

"I'm not done yet," he answered, watching her lips, her sweet, virgin, teenage lips. He studied her tongue, the white shine of her teeth. His cock began to swell slowly. A fresh pool of cum began to form in his gut.

"I'm warning you."

"Shut up!" he rapped. He took a final drag on the cigarette and dropped it on the floor. He almost ground it out with his heel. Then he remembered he was barefoot. He wanted to grind the butt out on one of her tits. Instead, he picked it up and pinched the ash off and scattered the embers over the dusty gray floor.

"What are you going to do?" Lynn asked suspiciously as he knelt between her legs.

"I'm going to make you cum again, and then you're going to make me cum again."

Her pussy was still raised by the wadded jeans under her butt. He noticed with a trace of disgust that her cunt had oozed cum and stained his pants. Then the fragrance of her aroused twat captured his attention and he lowered his mouth to the hairy meal. Parting her cunt lips, he stroked his tongue the length of her sodden gash. "WaaaHHH!" Lynn reacted like she had been kicked.

Carl tasted his jizz and her cum-a carnal sauce b‚arnaise. Lowering his lips to her pussy, he probed deep into her cunt, tasted her virgin blood. She began moaning when he drilled her sopping channel with his tongue. He could see the muscles on the insides of her thighs jumping and twitching. Her gut knotted as he probed deep into her shaft.

After scooping out thick waves of mixed juices, and wondering why the act was arousing rather than disgusting, he shifted his attention. Moving upwards, he licked apart the squirmy petals of her inner lips and rasped his tongue over the rubbery nubbin of her clit. Slipping his hands under her tight, firm tail, he lifted her pussy on the tray of her pelvis and sucked her clit.

Lynn thrashed madly against the ropes as he pulled her clit between his lips. Trapping the wriggly button, he tongued in the way Sandra loved to have him do hers.

Lynn yelled and bucked. The old bed shuddered and squealed in protest. The birds outside the glassless window were silenced by her lusty wails and moans. He ground his chin into the sloppy lower end of her snatch while he gummed her clitoris to a frazzle.

She was grunting like a pig, snorting and humping crazily as he brought her off. He felt her strain up, ram her snatch at him. She began shivering as she held the arch. She was cumming, again. He kept tonguing her clit until she collapsed with a weary moan.

Then, his hard-on swaying like a bludgeon, he lifted his head from the hair pie and moved up, straddled her strained, heaving chest. When he cupped his hands behind her head to lift it, her eyes flickered open. She saw him, towering above her, and shuddered. Then she saw his dork resting between her tits, and her dark eyes gleamed. She licked her sweet, teasing, tormenting lips.

He eased up her, slid his dick along her chest, painted pre-cum on her tanned flesh to the hollow of her throat. She kept her eyes on his cock until it went out of sight under her chin.

Then she looked up at him. "No," she moaned. His cock nuzzled her lips. She pinched them closed. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in the full essence of the cum drying on his pecker. Taking a grip on her hair, tight and hard enough to make her wince, he used his other hand to pinch her nose shut. For a few moments she held her breath, then her lips parted to suck in a gasp of air. He jammed his cock against her teeth. The sight of his dick head ramming her mouth made his nuts boil. "Open up," he warned, giving her hair a twist. "Ow!" "Open up!"

She gave in and he slid his cock into her mouth. "Suck it," he ordered, watching the play of disgust on her face.

Her lips closed around his throbbing, aching hard-on and he felt hot juice seep into her mouth. He knew she was tasting his pre-cum. Her tongue stroked the underside of his dick like a hot velvet blanket, triggered another thick, searing drizzle of seepings.

She sucked. Without him having to twist her hair, she sucked his cock. Holding her head, he thrust, drove his dork to the back of her mouth until she gagged. Her lips encircled his dick like she was as practiced as Sandra at cock-sucking. Lynn's tongue rubbed his meat to flame while her teeth very gently and delicately nicked his skin.

Holding her head in both hands, he let his hips swing in an easy fucking motion and watched his dork spear into her mouth. Her nose flared as she inhaled. He felt her spit drying coldly on his dick when he drew out so she had just the head of it.

He was going to cum. He was going to hose her tongue with cream, pour his thick jism down her throat. The thought made his balls steam. Because she was loving it. There was wanton lust on her features that she couldn't deny. He had her right where he wanted her. And right where she wanted to be. She loved being helpless, being forced to take cock wherever he wanted to deliver it. The way her tongue was working over the underside of his prick was proof of her desire to bring him off. Without him telling her, she instinctively knew what to do.

He thrust harder, faster, deeper. She took it.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as his cock head rammed the back of her throat. She gagged on the monster, rubbery knob. Before dragging up hard against his groin, his balls swatted her chin on each stroke.

He was going to cum. Jesus, it was like he had a geyser bottled up in his gut. He felt the pool of jizz getting hotter and larger and more impatient. The sucking and stroking of her lips and tongue got faster, harder, more urgent. Finally, there was no stopping the flood.

Semen erupted from his dick like blazing bullets, spattered the back of her throat, streamed over her tongue in a hot, sticky flood. Her throat bobbed as she gulped desperately, took the mixture of spit and semen. She choked for a moment. A pearly wave escaped, drooled down her chin and her slender throat. She sucked hard on his spurting dork. The spurts faded. And still she sucked, drew the last tasty drizzles from his pecker as it softened.

When his cock was small enough, and limp enough, she stuffed it all into her mouth and pressed the last seepings from his exhausted channel. Then she let her head fall back between her arms. Her lips puffy, she caught her breath. Her chest heaved under his butt as he eased down on her. He rested his balls between her jugs and draped his cock over them.

Finally he got off her and released her wrists and ankles. Dragging her hands down, she rubbed the welts left by the ropes.

"You didn't have to tie them so tight," she griped.

"You didn't know then what you know now," Carl answered around a smoldering cigarette as he dragged his pants on.

"I hate you."

"But you loved what we did," he retorted cheerfully.

Her silence was all the answer he needed.

She sat as far away from him as she could as they drove back to town. Both of them knew, without talking about it, that this was just the beginning.