Chapter 7
The sun beat down on the parking lot like a jack hammer. It was one of those odd, unpredictable, Southwestern spring days. The day before had been blustery and spitting rain. Today it was clear and still and the thermometer was climbing towards eighty.
Thoughts of Hal filled Ann's mind as she headed for her car. A quick trip to the drive-in for lunch would do her good. It would get her away from the bustle and clamor of the high school grounds.
Pleasant feelings of lust stirred Ann's crotch under the fabric of her summer dress. Saturday was the last she had heard from her employers and here it was Wednesday. Time enough almost to convince herself Burt and the others were just a bad dream. Time enough to lose herself in the lean, well-muscled body of her nephew.
Ann's first time fucking for money had not been as traumatic as she'd thought it would be-the rape by Burt and the group scene with his friends had taken care of that. And the flying fuck had really been a trip. The novelty of it had not only gotten her off in a big way while she was doing it, but when Hal had gotten back from a day hiking in the mountains with some friends, his aunt had practically tripped him. They'd gotten it on on the living room floor, not six feet from the front door. And they'd fucked again and again that evening in a sweet delirium of ecstasy as Ann worked off the kinky passions built up in her that afternoon.
Every night then had been spent in wild fucking. Hal's bubbling cum was washing away the pain and humiliation Ann had undergone. She threw herself into wanton worship of his fit body, his hard youthful cock. The rest was receding into the mists of time.
As she made her way through the crowd of cars in the school parking lot, Ann was oblivious of her surroundings. Thoughts of Hal's cock driving into her cunt filled her head. She didn't notice the big man approaching her with purposeful strides.
She scarcely noticed the man loom up beside her. Then she felt her arms being grabbed and her wrists manacled.
Ann lifted a stunned face and stared into the face of Burt Coulson. His eyes were masked by dark sunglasses but his smile was mocking. He spoke before she could open her mouth.
"Handcuffs," he said. "Nobody's noticed. Just do as I say. Don't make a fuss-unless you want somebody asking questions."
She shook her head. She followed dumbly as he led her by the hand, threading his way through the parked cars.
Then they were at Burt's distinctive dark green Mercedes. He unlocked the door and shoved her roughly into the passenger's seat, then went around and got in behind the wheel. "Wh-what are you doing with me?" Ann asked as he started the engine.
Burt reached a great paw over to fondle one of her ample tits as he backed the car out. He took his hand away to shift gears, and the car shot ahead, out of the parking lot.
They sat unspeaking as Burt drove through lunch-hour traffic towards the entrance of the freeway. Ann didn't repeat her question.
She'd learn the answer soon enough.
After the Mercedes had sped down the ramp and merged with the flow of traffic like an eel in a running stream, Burt broke the silence.
"Suck my cock," he said.
For a few seconds Ann sat stock still, staring at him, while her insides crawled with loathing. "H-here?" she finally asked.
"Here and now," Burt agreed with a grin.
Ann knew better than to disobey. Her fantasy of the last few days that she would be somehow, magically released from bondage to Burt and his evil friends dissolved. She was trapped. She had no choice but to follow orders.
Swallowing her pride, Ann scooted her mini-skirted butt across the seat and bent over. Her long hair fell in a torrent over Burt's crotch. Considerately, he lifted his elbow to give the woman room.
Quivering fingers slowly slid the zipper down Burt's fly. He sighed contentedly and settled himself in his seat. Ann parted the front of his pants.
The handcuffs were icy-cold around her wrists. She managed to get her fingers inside the big man's underpants. She could feel his giant cock stirring to life like some great, sleeping animal. Then her fingers touched it. The cock was warm and soft-hard with awakening lust. It jerked slightly to her soft touch.
Gently, Ann teased the cock out into the open air. It lay across Burt's crotch like a length of hose, brownish red and slowly stiffening. Ann's pert nose was inches from the big prick. A hearty aroma of man meat filled her nostrils.
Ann took Burt's limp prick between thumb and forefinger. She could feel his quickening pulse as she put the swelling head of the cock into her mouth.
Burt moaned and dropped a hand to play with the woman's long hair. Her mouth enfolded his cockhead in a humid, gently sucking paradise.
Burt willed himself to relax as pleasure began to trickle down his cock into the hairy sac of his balls. He wanted to force the woman to make him hard with her pliant, sucking mouth!
Slowly, Ann sucked the head of the cock into her mouth. Her lips were wrapped around the thick plug of meat and her tongue swirled over the invader, wet and maddening. She could feel hot passion pounding in the swelling veins between her pearly teeth.
The cock pushed itself farther into her mouth as it inflated. The hardening of the prick to its full rampant erectness forced Jier jaws apart. Her tongue was twining itself around the pole of cock, smearing liquid fire over it.
Just fine, thought Burt. His eyes never flickered from the flow of traffic as he headed west, toward the volcanic cliffs on the edge of town. Already the muscles at the base of his cock were tensing, readying for the violent release of a blasting come.
It wasn't just that the woman engaged in sucking his prick so avidly was an incredibly beautiful piece of ass. It wasn't just that her moist little mouth was almost unbearably hot on his trapped cock as she slowly fucked her face up and down its spit-gleaming length, nor that her tongue was so agile as it curled around his prick. It wasn't even that this was the desirable wife, now widow, of his former senior partner.
Most of all for Burt, the thrill was in the fact that this lovely young woman hated his guts. And yet she was applying every bit of skill and sensuality she possessed to give him the blow-job of his life.
Because he owned her!
The prick was hard as iron now. Ann kept bumping her head on the steering wheel when she let her lips slide up the prong. Her hands were around the thick base of Burt's cock now.
Shifting her head away from the wheel, Ann stopped her face-fucking the magnificent cock and closed her teeth gently behind the flaring head. If only I had the nerve to bite down hard! she thought. For a moment she stayed that way, contemplating.
Burt seemed to wait expectantly.
Finally she relaxed. Her tongue began to rove wetly over the conical prickhead. She tasted the tiny gobbet of pre-seminal fluid that welled out of the tip.
Burt knew, she realized. Burt knew she had thought about striking back at him. Knew she hadn't been able to.
He turned off the freeway with the head of his prick throbbing. God, the bitch gave good head! She was going to make him as rich as she was making him happy with those sucking lips of hers!
The green Mercedes followed a strip of asphalt that shimmered and danced in the blazing sun. Sucking noises escaped from Ann's lips as she consumed the imprisoned cockhead. Burt was writhing now with passion. Every time he shifted foot on the gas or brakes, new sensations shot into his belly.
He turned onto a graded dirt road leading toward the low and jagged black cliffs. Hardly slowing, he swung the Mercedes onto the rough track in a billowing swirl of dust.
The car hit a bump, flew up, came down hard on the springs. Burt's pulsating cock was driven to the hilt in Ann's face. The head arrowed into her throat like a pile driver.
Her gag reflex caught the cock just behind the head. A blast of pleasure hit Burt like a sledge-hammer blow in the balls. He grunted and came.
Ann was already choking and coughing when the first spurt splashed down her throat. Her stomach heaved at the sudden surge of acrid jizz. She shook her head, tried to escape the prick that trapped her like a butterfly pinned to a board.
A big firm hand closed on the back of her neck. "Take it in," he commanded in a low, stern voice. "Suck it all in."
With the tears starting from her eyes, Ann did so.
When the final jolts and spasms of Burt's climax died away, Ann found her head released. She sat up, letting the still-stiff cock fall back onto Burt's lap. It was sticky with saliva and jism.
Ann slumped back against the car door as the vehicle bumped up a long grade. She wiped away a trickle of white cum dribbling from her nose. She ignored the goo smeared over her chin. Her dress was hiked up onto her hips, exposing her panties. The handcuffs were starting to chafe her wrists.
What does he want with me now? she wondered. Maybe now that he'd spent his lust and his boiling jizz in her mouth, he wouldn't want to use her any more.
Ann's hopes faded when he pulled over the top of a hill and stopped the car. They were in a sandy dry stream bed, with the ragged volcanic cliffs between them and the city. Fragments of refuse blew from a garbage pile. The abandoned hulk of a Studebaker rusted away in the hot sun.
Burt opened the door and got out. His cock dangled down between his legs, flapping against the front of his trousers. He walked around the front and jerked Ann's door open.
"Get out," he told her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and hauling her to her feet. Sand crunched beneath her feet.
Pushing Ann back against the doorframe, Burt covered Ann's mouth for a long, forceful kiss. At first the widow resisted, but then her lips parted as she took his tongue in. It drew avid lines around the soft inside of her mouth, seeking out the lingering remnants of his jism.
Ann's cuffed wrists were crushed against her tits. Burt's hips ground against her crotch. She could feel his mighty cock burning hot. It was getting hard again, rubbing over and over the full mound of her cunt.
Burt's head drew away. He urged Ann toward the front of the car. He pushed her back, gently but firmly. She winced as the heated metal of the hood seared her ass through the light cloth of the panties. It was hot as an oven under the desert sun.
"What are you doing to me? Ouch-that hurts! It's hot," Ann said as Burt pushed her back into a sitting position on the hot hood.
"Having fun with my pet whore," Burt leered brutally. "Also, I'm reminding you that your ass belongs to me. And it's mine to do with as I please!"
With that he reached up under her skirt, hooked strong fingers around the elastic band of her panties, and tore them from her body.
Ann screamed as the burning hot hood seared her bare ass.
Laughing low in his throat, Burt pulled her skirt up around her stomach. She was screaming incoherently again and again. She was writhing and fighting furiously, but her efforts were useless against her captor's size and strength.
"Hot enough to fry eggs on, isn't it?" he leered. "It won't do any permanent damage. But it sure hurts, doesn't it!"
Watching the exquisitely lovely woman twisting in agony had given Burt a raging hard-on. His cock stood out from his crotch obscenely. It was ready to plug into the woman's squirming cunt!
Huge hands forced Ann's knees apart. By bending his knees, Burt was in perfect position to drive his giant prick home in her pussy. His broad thumbs pulled her cunt lips open, and he lunged his cock between them.
Ann shrieked louder as his driving penetration forced her ass down harder against the simmering steel. Her cunt was as dry as the desert air, and the rasping pain of the huge cock pounding between her pussy lips was almost as bad as the burning pain in her buttocks.
"Stop!" she howled. "Stoooppppppp!" "Stoooooooppppppppppppppp!"
Burt grinned from ear to ear and started fucking her in earnest. His big hands were under her raised skirt, around the cushiony upper parts of her hips as they flowed into her waist. Her hands were between them and she beat them against his chest. The cuffs made a clinking noise in time to the rhythm of his fucking.
After a few piston-like strokes of his powerful prick Ann's cunt was overflowing with the aromatic juices of lust. The pussy oils hissed as they poured out onto the hot hood. Conflicting sensations of pain from her tortured ass and pleasure from her cock-filled cunt tore at Ann's consciousness. She threw her head back and forth, moaning.
The cunt was hot as the car hood and tight on Burt's cock. As Ann tried to shrink away from the searing sting of the metal, her pussy squeezed Burt's cock even harder. At every grunting thrust her tender buttocks were splayed out on the hood, so that the humid crack between the globes of meat was forced into contact with the sun-heated steel.
"Oh-ahhhhhhhh! Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ann cried. Her cunt was watering freely, her long legs waving in the desert air.
She fell back, back arching. Burt's circling hands kept her pussy trapped on his cock as his pumping squashed her ass onto the car hood. "My ass-oh, my ass is on fire!" Ann wailed. "It hurts! But you're fucking my pussy so goooooooood! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
The big man's thick fingers dug deeply into the padded satin-covered flesh of Ann's hips. He fucked her clutching quim like a man possessed. A frenzy of lust overwhelmed his brain.
Around and around the pumping shaft of cock slithered the slimy-walled cunt. The oily friction thrilled the sensitized prick meat. The pleasure and pain that completely controlled the beautiful, bound, half-naked woman transmitted itself to Burt's passion fevered mind. "Let me go! Let me go!" Ann pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Hurt me!" she cried. Burt did.
"Aaaarrrgggh," he roared. He shot cum into her tight cunt.
Skyrockets went off in blinding wheels of light. The hot pain from Ann's ass blended with the hot pleasure from her pussy, fused, exploded in a thunderous, violent, raging climax.
"My God! I'm COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!" Ann's full-throated cry rang in the still desert air, echoing around the cliffs.
Gushing sperm filled Ann's cavernous gasping twat. The thick whiteness welled out around the fat bar of cock, spilling down the cheeks of Ann's ass and dripping onto the hood of the Mercedes. Ann thrashed and moaned, driving with her hips to take in all of that beautiful cock. No matter that her efforts crushed her tortured buttocks against the sun-heated hood-all that mattered was fucking herself on Burt's big prick.
The convulsions of Ann's cunt crushed Burt's prick and sucked it dry. When the last drop of jism had been spewed into her seething wet slit, Burt continued to fuck the handcuffed widow until his prick started to go soft.
With a soft sloshing sound Burt's prick drooped out of Ann's juice-swamped pussy. Strings of cum streaked along its length, dribbling down the front of his trousers.
Burt stepped back, turned, took a long and satisfying piss into the sand. Ann wriggled around a few moments more on the hood as the tides of orgasm ebbed from her body. She sat up, crying softly at the returning pain from her abused rump.
The brunette slid off the hood. Pain screamed in her butt. She fell to her knees in the sand, leaned forward with her bound hands pressed into her dripping crotch. The reddened cheeks of her ass peeked out from under her skirt. Her slim shoulders shook.
Burt finished zipping his fly. Then he lit a cigarette. He smiled with satisfaction as he drew the smoke into his lungs.
"Get up off the dirt, baby," he smiled. "We don't want to be late getting you back to school. You'll be teaching your afternoon class standing up, won't you?"
Ann staggered to her feet as Burt roared with laughter. The car door was open, and she fell heavily into the seat. She cried out when her sunburned rump hit the seat.
Awkwardly, she reached between her thighs and pulled the hem of her skirt under her ass. It felt better than the vinyl seat covers. Burt got in beside her.
"My panties?" she asked, looking up at him with a tear-streaked face.
Burt chuckled. "Better keep your skirt pulled down this afternoon," he advised. "And be at the hangar at eight o'clock Friday night!"
The car engine roared into life. Ann slumped in her seat.
She wished she could die.