"Stop it! Oh, please, don't say things like that. Please, stop!"
"Maybe you'll like it, workin' your tongue around my cock, taking it so deep your fuckin' cheeks blow out."
Janice worked her body from side to side, wiggling over the bed like a snake. What on earth was she going to do? What if her aunt could hear her?
She rolled her eyes back, staring at the door. No, it was still closed. Oh, what a honor it would have been if Aunt Linda had been standing there, her eyes wide with horror, catching her niece playing with herself while on the phone!
"Then I'll stretch you with my cock 'til you start pissin'."
"Nooo, I'm going to hang up now. Oh I don't want to talk to you any more!" she cried.
Janice had started moving her ass up and down against the steady, wet rub of her fingers. She couldn't keep her ass still. She tilted her ass as far to one side as it would go, then jerked it back the other way. Her glistening cunt flesh stretched tantalizingly, opening bare hollows to her probing fingers.
"I bet I can make you cum twice, baby." The earpiece was hot and sweaty now against her ear. She found her hand trembling uncontrollably.
"I can do it real slow until you start askin' me to hurry up. Then I'm gonna tie you up good and tight, maybe even put some leather on you. Yeahhhhh, some nice, cool smooth leather. You'd dig that, right?"
What was he talking about? It was almost as if he'd been peering through some window in that garage garret, watching her and Billy perform that evening.
And yet she couldn't find the strength to hang up. The wet mess between her legs throbbed now, throbbed as savagely as it had when Billy fucked her. Her pussy was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer to the final rush of sexual excitement. It was so strange, her getting this high simply from a phone call and her hands.
"No, stop it!"
But the voice kept on about how he was going to tie her up. Janice's fingers curled into her pussy fur, feeling the dripping cunt press against her hands. She was cumming slowly, achingly. It was wild torture. Her calves cramped. Janice dug her heels against the bed.
"I'm gonna come over some night, come over when your aunt's not home and fuck you. When she gets home, she's gonna find you all tied up and fucked outta your mind. Yeah, fucked outta your mind."
His voice sounded so far away. Janice groaned and tossed her ass high in the air. The wild throes of climax were tearing through her cunt, making it so tight, so hot, so terribly achey. Janice groaned as if someone were strangling her. She knew the man could hear her moaning and carrying on. But there was no way on earth she could keep her growing, mounting passion quiet.
She was dimly aware of the squawking phone as spasms convulsed her slender body. She arched her back and raised her ass from the squeaking bed. Her fingers moved around, gouging her cuntlips. She dipped her hand in and out, drawing more and more cunt juice from the hole. She could feel the thick oil dribbling down her ass and into her shitter.
Then the phone had slipped out of her fingers and hit the floor. The man's voice was so far away. But his words had gotten to her. Who was he who knew so much about her and her aunt? Aunt Linda had mentioned something about having a purse stolen at the supermarket several weeks ago, maybe this was some freak who had followed her home, observed her, then started making these calls.
"Uh… ohhhhh!"
Janice was cumming hard. Each bat sting of lust made her whimper. She whipped her slim hips back and forth against her hand. Oh, if only Billy were there… that wonderful Billy with his hard, stiff dick.
"Cum… cum," Janice whispered shamelessly.
She kept thinking about Billy and how his cock would have felt now against her pussy. Yes, yes, she'd see that boy again, let him do whatever he wanted to her. In an instant he'd opened a whole new world to her!
The phone was silent suddenly. The young teenager's climax had peaked, then ebbed, leaving her exhausted, spread-caged, alone on the big bed. Janice rolled her head to one side and stared at the receiver. A steady buzzing sound came from it. The strange man had hung up. Forcing herself up through the warm glow settling over her limbs, the girl picked up the black plastic instrument and placed it back in the cradle.
"Ohhhh." Janice fell back onto the pillows, closing her eyes after having drawn the sheets over her cum-smeared body. She thought again and again of that man's voice how harsh, how cruel it seemed! How had he gotten their number? Janice wanted to tell her aunt. But how would she explain what happened? Well, she'd just have to lie a little bit and watch Linda's face. Maybe her matronly aunt wasn't so matronly after all. The thought of Linda fucking, of doing something perhaps even more wild than she'd done, was somehow a little unsettling.
Janice rolled over and hugged the soft top sheet against her chin. How strange, getting that phone call. Giggling, the young teenager drifted off into a long, dreamless sleep.
Linda saw little of her niece the following day. Someone had called probably some boy she wouldn't approve of. Someone Janice was hiding from her. Janice had said it was one of her girlfriends who wanted to meet here Linda wished this vacation would be over and her niece would be back in school, her head buried in the books instead of swiveling around looking at boys.
She dressed quickly after Janice left the house, determined to see Max. This had to stop. She couldn't go on with him any longer, especially with Janice growing older and more observant every day. Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing in the world to go to his hangout and talk. But she didn't dare call him and invite him over… not in broad daylight and with the chance of her niece coming in at the wrong moment. Calling him wouldn't do any good. He'd only laugh at her, then appear at her doorstep some evening purposely to bring out their seedy affair into the open and embarrass her. No, this was the only way.
Linda looked at herself in the mirror. She purposely wore the most matronly blue suit she could find, the frilly white blouse unfortunately accenting her big high-riding tits. Well, that couldn't be helped. What should she do, tape them down?
Brushing back her hair, the young woman turned to one side and straightened her back, admiring her hour-glass figure. The curve of her legs apparent even though they were covered by the straight-lined business suit.
Slipping a shoulder bag over her arm, Linda hurried from the house. It wouldn't be easy certainly not as easy as it was to get picked up by him. Why had she done something as stupid as that? Why had she risked everything she'd worked so hard for… a trucker, especially one like Max?
And he had hurt her. This morning she awoke and felt the stiffness still in her arms and legs. The marks, thank God, had faded somewhat on her ass cheeks and lower back. Apparently the beating hadn't been quite as bad as she thought.
As the woman guided her car off the San Bernadino Freeway onto Harbor Avenue in downtown L.A., she remembered how she had become a wild sex maniac, twisting in her bonds, loving the cuffs binding her wrists, enjoying the chafing sensation of the ropes around her ankles while Max oh God, he had pissed and shit on her! Stopping at a light, Linda covered her face with one hand, feeling shame creep over her. Why had she done something so foul, so perverted?
"Oh!" Several cars were honking. The light had turned green. Stepping on the gas, she turned down Olympic, heading for the warehouse district.
Max would be there, leaning on the counter in the deserted bar, drinking his damned beer. Spotting his truck on the corner, Linda swallowed hard and pulled to one side of the narrow street. She had to do it… for herself, for Janice.
"Please, try to understand, Max."
Linda sat by the bar, keeping her hands from the sticky, stained counter as she pleaded with the drunk trucker.
Max was holding his beer carelessly in one hand, the bottom of the bottle resting against one of his thighs. He'd been listening to Linda's argument for the past fifteen minutes, panting at times to indicate that at least several of her words had touched one or two of his brain cells. His broad chest rippled under his stained white T-shirt when she mentioned her niece and bow she wanted to protect Janice from anything bad.
"Bad?" he echoed, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her.
Linda dropped her eyes, wishing in a way she hadn't come. One or two of Max's friends were playing pool behind them. There was hardly anyone in tbe bar. Even the man behind the counter had disappeared with the cocktail waitress probably fucking in the back, Linda thought as she finished with her argument. There wouldn't be much more to his. Max might protest. But she wasn't going to back down. She even came prepared to offer him some money if he'd only leave her alone.
"So, you think you can get rid of old Max like some kind of dirty laundry, right?"
The words were loud and made her jump. Carefully, the attractive blonde, shifted her sitting position and glanced at his two friends. They had stopped playing pool and were now leaning against the table, scratching their dirty necks with their cue sticks. The air seemed to grow thicker, and more foul than it had been when she first stepped in. Linda began to sweat.
"That's not exactly what I mean, Max," Linda protested. She wanted to get up and run. But would she be able to make it to the door? What a stupid thought.
This was a public place. Max wouldn't dare try something with her here – not in front of all these witnesses!
"That's what it sounds like. Baby, you don't into my place, in front of my friends, and dump me likesome load of shit," Max whispered, jerking one hand out and curling bis fingers around her waist.
Linda winced in pain, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.
"You're hurting… me, Max," Linda whispered as she tried to twist free.
"You don't get rid of me, understand? You try, and I'm gonna make you real sorry you and your niece were ever born," Max threatened.
He narrowed his eyes. His lips were tightly drawn while his nostrils flared.
"I don't have a choice, Max," Linda protested again, gasping softly as Max tightened his grip. His fingers were like the iron bands of the cuffs he'd used on her yesterday. She leaned forward against the counter, just about ready to scream for help.
"I said you're my woman and you're gonna stay that way 'til I'm good and through with you, bitch, understand?"