Sally was tired and bitter. She had been hurt by Duke's performance. She realized now that she had built him up to something special in her mind. He really wasn't that special and Sally wished that she had never met him again. Then she would have always had some man to respect. Now she had nobody.
It was getting dark outside. She knew her parents would be wondering about her. She started walking. It was a bad section of town but Sally wasn't worried. She almost wished some man would jump out of the bushes and rape her. At least he would treat her like a woman.
She saw Bill's car returning. It made her angry. He had no business coming back. She had made that very plain. She waited by the streetlight as he pulled up to the curb. Bill opened the car door from the inside.
"Get in the car," he said.
"You go to hell!" she said.
She started walking again. She was tired of Bill and of his childish ways. She was going to have to find her a new boy friend to escort her around. There was no end to the possibilities, but she had the feeling she wouldn't find the man she was looking for in any of them.
Bill was following her. She heard his footsteps behind her. She turned to stop this for good. It wasn't Bill. It was the man she had struck in the bar. The plump man she had kicked in the balls. He wasn't going to be an easy victim this time. He had a long, wicked-looking knife in his hand.
"You kicked me," he sneered.
Sally was frightened and she started backing up.
"You little bitch," he said. "You kicked me. You kicked me in the balls. I only wanted a little feel. What was so wrong about that? You could have told me to leave. I would have left. But you had to kick me."
"Please," Sally whispered.
"You little shit!" he said. "I know your kind. You walk around thinking your ass is solid gold. Well, you ain't going to be so pretty anymore. Not anymore you ain't. Not when I get though with you."
Her back was against a wall. She could go no farther. He placed the tip of the knife under her throat. He pressed it closer until he was actually pricking her throat.
"Now you're scared," he said. "Now I've made you scared. Well I ain't going to kill you. I'm just going to mark you up a little. Just a little. So you won't think your ass is so precious anymore."
She knew he meant what he said. He was going to mark her up so that she would never be looked at again in the way that someone looks at an attractive girl. She could already see her face with ugly scars.
"Please," Sally said. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't scar me."
"Too late for that," he said. "Too late."
Somehow she twisted out from under him and tried to run. The razor-sharp knife pricked her arm and drew blood. The sight of her own blood gave her new strength. She twisted out of his grasp and started for the street.
He was no more than two steps behind her when she reached the street. She could feel his heavy breathing on her neck. And then she saw Bill's car, and it was like the cavalry coming to the rescue. She had never realized how big and impressive Bill was when he was angry.
He stopped the car against the curb and he was out in a minute.
"You fucking bastard!" Bill yelled as he reached for the burly man.
The man turned away but he was not fast enough. Sally was breathless as she watched Bill tear the knife out of the man's hand and fling it to the ground. He slammed the man's face against the stone wall of the buildings. Sally saw a smear of blood against the brick.
Bill struck the plump man a few more times before the man went to his knees.
"Please," the man begged. "I didn't hurt her. I wasn't going to. Honest to God! I was just going to scare her a little. Don't hit me no more. Please!"
Bill kicked him in the face and the man went out cold. Bill turned around to look at Sally. His face was savage. His hands were clenched tight and there was blood on them.
"Get in the Goddamn car, you dumb bitch!" Bill said.
"Yes, Bill," Sally said.
Bill had not really thought about the things he was saying. He only knew he was mad as hell. He had time to cool off a little as he walked to the car.
He slipped into the seat beside her and put the car into gear.
"I'm thirsty as hell," he said. "Reach back there and get me a beer."
That was something he had never done when Sally was in the car. Sally said she wouldn't stay in the same car with a boy who drank. But right now Bill just didn't give a damn about Sally's feelings.
He was surprised as hell when Sally handed him his beer. She even opened it for him. He took a deep swig and tried to calm down a little. He couldn't.
"You dumb bitch," Bill said. "Don't you know that you could have gotten killed out there?"
"Yes," Sally said.
"Stupid fucking bitch," Bill swore softly.
He took another drink of the beer. His temper started to mellow. He realized that there was something different about Sally. Something meek in her voice. He was sitting there cussing her and she was listening without protest.
Maybe a good cussing was what she needed all along.
"I'm going to drive up to the point," Bill said.
Sally wasn't sure what caused the new note in Bill's voice but she knew that it was exciting her. He was beginning to take, the same note of command that Duke had taken with her the first lime. She was even excited by his cussing her.
And now he wasn't asking her if he could take her to the point. He was simply taking her there. With or without her permission he was going to the point. Sally sighed. She knew he wouldn't keep this up but it had been nice while it lasted.
"I want to go home," Sally said.
"Fuck you," Bill said. "I'm tired of hearing about what you want. It's going to be what I want for a while."
Sally closed her hot thighs tightly together. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nobody had ever dared talk to her like that. She would soon put Bill in his place.
"I thank you for what you did back there," Sally said. "But that doesn't mean you own me. Now take me home."
Her voice was icy and she expected to see him turn the car around. He didn't. He was still driving toward the point. Sally couldn't believe what was happening.
"Bill," she said. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I hear you," Bill said.
"Then take me home."
"I don't think you're catching on," Bill said. "We're going to the point. Why don't you have a beer and calm down?"
Bill knew he was taking a chance. A big chance. He might have figured things out all wrong. But he felt like he had nothing to lose. His relationship with Sally was getting worse. Sally was using everybody in school. He was just not going to allow himself to be used any longer.
"A beer!" Sally said. "I don't believe you. Who do you think you are?"
Bill turned off on the dirt road that led up to the point. He drove without looking at Sally. He knew she was burning mad at him, but he didn't care. He was going to change things tonight or he was going to forget Sally ever existed.
He parked the car on the point and got out, making sure he took the keys with him. He didn't want Sally running off with his car. He was sure she was capable of doing something just like that.
He went to his trunk and took the blanket out. He stretched it out on the ground and sat down. He slowly finished his beer as Sally watched him from the car. She hadn't made any motion to get out. He drained the last drop from his can and threw it away.
"Sally," he called, "bring me another beer."
"Get it yourself," she said. "I'm staying right here."
"I don't think you're going to like it if I have to come and get it."
He was surprised to see her getting out of the car. She had his beer. She was smiling. He knew something was wrong. She opened the beer and held it out to him. He looked at it suspiciously as if she were holding out a snake, but reached to take it. At that instant Sally came around with a powerful swing that would have torn his head off if he'd been still sitting there. But he saw her hand coming and he'd moved fast enough to catch the full force of the blow on his shoulder.
"Goddamn it!" he yelled at her.
Sally then turned the can upside down splashing beer over Bill's shirt. She quickly turned and started running away. She was mad. He wasn't going to treat her like that. Not Bill. Duke may have been man enough to treat her rough, but not Bill. Bill was a weakling. He'd better look out or she'd cut his balls off.
Bill caught her in three strides.
His strong arm clamped down on her arm. She tried to tug away, but he was too strong. She tried to hit him but he twisted her arm up behind her.
"You are a class one bitch," he said.
He twisted her arm until the pain shot up her shoulder. Tears stung at her eyes. She found that her knees were growing weak and she could do nothing but slowly sink down to the ground.
"Please, Bill!"
She didn't want to say the words but the pain forced them out of her.
"Please, Bill," he mimicked her. "Now that's a little better. But I want you to beg me a little more."
He twisted her arm again and a gasp of pain tore from her throat.
"Please Bill," she begged him. "Please don't. Please don't hurt me anymore."
"Damn if I will," Bill said. "You've got a lesson to learn, and I'm going to teach it to you."
Bill was scared. He knew that this time he either had to break Sally or let her go. He wanted her beaten. He wanted to be able to tell her what to do for a change. But he knew he would never have the nerve to do anything else to her if this didn't work.
He gathered his courage and slapped her hard.
Sally gasped. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Not from Bill. Not from her puppet, Bill, who minded every word she'd ever told him. It couldn't be happening. But it was.
He was slapping her face harder and harder and bringing tears to her eyes.
"Stop," she said. "Please stop."
He didn't stop. He kept slapping her harder and harder. It was not only the pain but the humiliation. To be so treated by anyone. She promised herself she would never slap Coach Marylynn again.
"Oh my God, Bill," she moaned. "Stop. I'll get you another beer. I'll do anything!"
He released her.
Sally had intended to go for his throat the minute he let her up, but she changed her mind. She got up and dusted herself off. She went to the car and got his beer. She was going to pour this one on him, too. She was going to kick his teeth in. She looked at his grinning face. She was going to shove the can right down his throat.
She handed it to him with trembling fingers.
"Sit down, Sally," he said.
She didn't know what was wrong with her but she found herself sitting down. She realized she was actually minding Bill. She was doing what he said.
"Kiss me, Sally," he said.
She raised her head and kissed him on his lips. He pushed her away.
"Not there," he said. "You know where."
She nodded. She kept telling herself that she wasn't going to. She had kissed his cock before, but that had only been to lubricate him for Marylynn.
But now she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to suck his cock until he came. He wanted Sally to taste his cum. She just couldn't do that, she thought.
Yet she found herself fumbling at his zipper, pulling it down. She reached inside and found his cock bunched in his shorts. He wasn't hard. She undid his belt and he lifted his hips so that she could pull his trousers down. She pulled at his shorts so that his clothes were all bunched around his knees.
"Now," he said. "Kiss that thing, Sally. This is what you've always wanted."
She knew the words were true. She could feel hot flashes of excitement going through her. It was no longer Sally who was in command. Bill was and he would always be.
She lifted his limp cock and pressed her lips to it. She felt his prick swelling under her lips. She ran her hot tongue down the underside of his meaty cock. She tongued his scrotum and then drew each of his balls into her mouth.
Sally wanted to give him a good blow. She wanted him to have the best blow he'd ever had. She kept sucking on his balls until he pulled at her head.
"Put me in your mouth," he commanded.
Her pussy was burning hot as Sally lowered her mouth onto his swollen cock. She could taste his salty juices. He drank his beer and patted her on the head.
"You're doing good," he said. "You'll learn to do better."
She drew his thick shaft deep in her throat. She had him pushed against the back of her throat and could feel his wet stickiness brushing the inside of her mouth.
"Do it," he moaned. "Do it, Sally! Suck it down when I come in your mouth! Suck it and swallow it up good."
She wanted him to come quickly, but it seemed like hours before she felt his first hot spurt in the back of her throat. She went down on him as far as she could. Mother hot spurt and her mouth was filled. She almost couldn't take it all. It oozed out of the corner of her mouth and dripped on her dress. He grabbed her by the titties as he pounded his prick deep into her mouth.
"OH JESUS, SALLY!" he cried.
His hot prick kept jumping in her throat. She swallowed more of his thick white jism and finally he was done. His prick gave one last spurt and she felt him go limp. She drew her head away.
"You're not done," he said. "Clean me with your hair, but first go and get me another beer."
She did as she was told. When she got back she took handfuls of her hair and rubbed it up and down his cock. She rubbed his salty jism into her hair.
She finished and looked up at him.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
Her hot cunt was burning as she quickly stripped out of her clothes. He directed her to bend over on her hands and knees and she had her head on the ground and her quivering ass high in the air.
He was hard again. He mounted her dog-style and she felt his tough cock plunge into her deeper than anyone had gone before. God, it was exciting. Sally knew she'd met the man she had been looking for and he'd been around all the time.
"Fuck me," Sally cried. "Fuck me hard!"
She could feel her hot juices flowing as he fucked her. He pumped his prick into her wet cunt with deep, hard strokes. She pushed her cunt against him, crying out with the excitement that racked her body.
Spasms of pleasure shook her as she started coming.
"Oh Jesus!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, you're making me feel good! Oh Jesus, Bill!"
They came together. She felt his hot cum enter her cunt at the same lime her pleasure intensified.
She felt as though her entire body were exploding. She ground herself against him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
"God!" she cried. "Oh God!"
He fell away from her. She remained like that until he told her she could move. She cuddled up next to him and he pushed her away.
"Don't get close unless I tell you," he said.
Bill was very satisfied with himself. He had conquered Sally. He knew that she was going to be his very own plaything from now on. Nobody at school would ever believe that Sally could be treated this way.
He gave her a pat on her ass.
"Get me another beer," he said.
Sally was quick to jump to his command.