"No," Wendy screamed, as loud as she could. She knew her protesting would only make it hurt more, in the end, but she didn't care.
Roger started it then and there-He grabbed his blonde wife by the arm, pulled her closer to him, then slapped her hard across the face. The slap made her cheek sting, and she moved her hand to her cheek, fast, just as he pulled her even closer and started to press his lips against hers.
Once again, she tried to pull back. She could feel her brown-haired husband pressing his tongue deep into her mouth, and she didn't want to suck on it at all now. She could feel him thrusting his crotch between her legs, and the bulge that was growing there was becoming more and more prominent.
She knew he would want her to satisfy him once he was fully hard, and that was something the lovely blonde didn't want to do now either. It was not that his cock turned her off. That was not the case at all.
Wendy had always loved her husband's huge dick. She loved to go down on it and hold the head of it in her throat. She loved working her tongue back and forth over the slit, particularly at those moments when he would be ready to come. Sometimes she knew that he could hardly even stand up when she was working her tongue against the slit as he was about to shoot off.
But she didn't want it to happen now, though she did feel him starting to move his hands to her shoulders. Both palms pressed against each shoulder, until she found herself being forced to her knees in front of him.
"Please, Roger, I can't get into this right now," she moaned, just as she felt him grabbing the back of her head and holding it. That way, when he thrust his crotch against her face, and he did so hard, she could feel his cock bulge between her lips.
"What then?" he asked her. "What the fuck else do you want to do? Just sit around and wait like we usually do?"
She tried to shake her head no, but he had too firm a grip on her.
Her head movement only added to her hot breath stimulating his hardening cock and she could feel him starting to throb. Then, he was pulling her head back, by yanking on her hair, and he was opening his zipper.
"I've had a long day today, and this fucking news hasn't added to it," he said to her, as he moved his hand into his open fly and pulled out his huge dick and his balls, so that both hung out of his pants. "It's happened so fucking often anyway that you'd think you would get used to it."
"How the hell do you get used to it? Why does it always happen?"
"Maybe you're just a shit mother," he said to her, and before she could yell at him and tell him what was really on her mind, tell him that he was the shit father and it was all his fault, he pointed his cock at her lips.
He thrust himself right into her mouth, and she felt all eight inches of his silk skinned shaft traveling between her lips, all the way into her mouth. She inhaled just in time to open her throat so his cock head slid in there.
She could feel his balls pressing against her chin, and she smelled the strong scent of his pubic patch. It made her wonder. He had showered that morning after he fucked her. Why did his pubic patch have that odor now? It was the odor a man had after he'd come once or twice, that strong musky scent.
Her suspicions were aroused once again. Had he been cheating on her?
She couldn't ask him, because her mouth was too filled with dick, and she couldn't think of pulling back right now. Now that he was hard, he was going to expect some kind of orgasmic satisfaction, a fact that really did piss her off.
Because he didn't understand. Sex was the last thing she was in the mood for.
And all because Tisa had run away again that day.
Tisa was their sixteen year old daughter, and this was not the first time that she had run away from home. In fact, during the last four years, the girl had run away from home at least two dozen times, and each time it happened, for however long she would be gone, Wendy would be filled with worry.
She was worrying about her daughter now again. She knew that Roger had a point though. It had happened so often she should have been used to it. But each time that it happened, Wendy had the same fear.
Maybe this time it would be for good. Maybe this time they wouldn't find her and bring her back, and maybe she would never see Tisa again. She'd thought that way the very first time the girl ran away, and she thought that way now.
And as for his crack about her being a shit mother, well, Wendy could have bit his fucking dick off for a remark like that. As far as she was concerned, she was the most tender, loving mother in the world. Even Tisa told her that, often, explaining that the reason she usually ran away was because of him.
"You can't do anything to stop him," the girl would sometimes scream at Wendy, as if Wendy was guilty of being weak. "You're just an object for him to use. He never listens to a word that you say. You make his dinners and clean his house, and he just shits all over you."
And she would deny it, though now was a perfect example of it.
When he'd come home from work that evening, Wendy had to tell him about Tisa running off, and she had to show him the note that their young daughter had left. They'd eaten dinner in silence, and then they'd gone into the living room to watch some television. Roger had started to come on to her then, but she'd said no.
She went up to the bedroom, thinking about getting changed for bed and just going to sleep early, but before she could even open her first blouse button, he'd come into the room, and he just said it.
"I feel like a nice hot fuck, Wendy. Let's do it."
And then he'd tried to kiss her, but she'd screamed, "No," and he'd slapped her. So he was not actually getting the fuck that he wanted. At least not yet. He was fucking her face, in a sense, because she stopped moving her mouth up and down his huge shaft after a while, as she was not into it. She could not stop thinking of Tisa.
So Roger did hold the back of her head, and he looked down at her with some hatred. The fact that she was not using her tongue, or even using her mouth to suck the way that he knew she could, was pissing him off. Sometimes he was sorry that they'd ever had that bitch of a daughter. Sometimes he was sorry that the rubber had ever broke.
He could see the way Wendy was looking right up at him, something he did not like. When she was into sucking his cock, she would have her eyes closed, and he would feel the way her mouth worked over him. He'd know that she was concentrating on what she was doing, but this was not the case now.
"Come on and suck, you bitch," he said to her. "Do something, goddamn it. You fuck everything else up most of the time. At least suck right."
She started to grind her teeth together, just a little bit. Deep down, she would have loved to bite his dick right off, because he was being such a scumbag and this was most definitely the wrong time. She hated him calling her a bitch, and implying that she fucked up everything.
He was the one who seemed to fuck up everything, she thought.
To make him think she was more into it, the blonde woman moved her hand to his balls. She started to cup them gently, and he could feel the heat from them in the palm of her hand. She managed to cup his balls and also hold the base of his dick with the same hand, and that was good.
That way, he could not ram his cock all the way into her mouth. That way, he could only thrust it in up to the point where her hand was, and she didn't really have to worry about choking on his cock head each time it made it into her throat.
When she felt him throbbing, she started to flick her tongue back and forth over the slit of his cock, and she could hear him moaning louder.
"Yeah, bitch, keep sucking it. Yeah, you fucking hot bitch. Come on. Come on. Let me know that you're at least good for something, you bitch."
Oh, did she hate him when he spoke this way to her. She wondered if he ever realized that he was such a shit, or if he had no idea of it. She wondered if he was ever aware of the talks that she and Tisa would have about him, when it would all come out and Tisa would sometimes break into tears.
"Of all the fathers in the world, why does mine have to be such a prick?" the young girl would say to her mother. "I feel so bad for you, too. You're married to that scumbag." As soon as I'm old enough, I'm getting out."
But she never waited long enough. In two more years she would be of legal age, but she'd been trying to get out since she was twelve.
Wendy did flick her tongue back and forth over the slit of his cock, working her tongue in deep sometimes. Then, she could hear the way he was moaning louder. She could smell the stronger scent of his pubic patch, and knew that he was going to shoot his load right into her mouth.
She was happy her hand was at the base of his cock, for if it had not been, she surely would have had his come shot in her throat. Instead, she could feel the way the come was spurting onto her tongue, and she sucked a little bit harder during those moments when his cock was shooting off.
She could feel the sweat on his balls, and she inhaled deeply to take in his stronger musky scent. It worked on her a little bit. She could feel the way pleasure waves were rushing through her body, all the way down to her pussy, and her cunt started to get a little bit wet.
"Yeah, you see," he moaned. "You can get into my dick and forget about that bitch of ours. It helps when you just forget."
And perhaps for those few seconds when he had come, when she was letting his come taste and cock scent work on her, she might have been forgetting about Tisa. But he had to make her start remembering all over again, just by bringing it up.
He still held the back of her head, even after all of his warm cream had been drained from his dick, and she wished to God he would let her pull her head back, especially since she knew that he would probably keep his hard-on if he stayed in her mouth any longer. There were no signs of the blood leaving his swollen cock shaft.
He used his other hand to start opening his shirt buttons, and she could see the way his chest hairs were matted from his sweat. She saw the way his brown nipples were also stiff and sticking out through the chest hairs, so she knew that he was quite aroused, and would be for some time.
"Yeah," he moaned, as he let his shirt drift to the floor. "Oh yeah, bitch, that's so nice. I'm gonna get this dick of mine in your cunt soon, and you'll just love the way that feels. It will make you forget everything."
It wouldn't, she knew, but there was no use arguing. Tisa had been right. He could always have his way with her whenever the hell he wanted. She would try to be strong and do whatever she wanted, but he always won.
He opened his belt, while still holding the back of her head, and then he started to step out of his pants as they fell down around his knees. He managed to kick off his shoes, too, so he was left with only socks on.
Wendy looked up and down at his naked body. He was so big. No wonder he always got his way. Aside from the fact that he was at least a head taller than she was, his body was quite muscular, and he was strong! She was somewhat strong, for a woman, but that strength did not compare with his.
As he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she could see that he was fully hard, and sticking straight up. He looked at the bed, then nodded to her.
"Come on, Wendy. Get undressed and lay down. Do it now."
"Oh, please, Roger. Can't you understand that ..."
The slap caught her unexpectedly, this time on the side of the head, close to her eye. It shut her up immediately, not only because it hurt, but because his voice took over.
"I understand nothing," he said to her. "Except that we're to carry on as we usually do, because there's no reason to let that little bitch ruin our lives. I think we'd both be dead from anguish now if we let ourselves get really upset each time the little bitch decided to run away from home. Now will you undress by yourself, or am I going to have to rip those things off you?"
She started to open her blouse buttons as fast as she could, realizing that he was not just giving her a line. Once, another time when Tisa had run off, and Wendy had not wanted to fuck, he'd ripped her best blouse right off her body.
That, of course, had made her even less willing to submit to him, because she kept looking at the tattered fragments that had once been her favorite blouse, lying there on the floor where he'd thrown them.
He seemed pleased as she started to carry out his commands.
She opened her blouse buttons fast, and hung her blouse on the back of one of the vanity chairs. Then, she moved her hand behind and opened her bra clasp, sliding the straps down her arms as she let her bra fall to the floor.
"Oh, I love those tits of yours," he said, as he moved toward the bed, sat on the edge, then slid his socks off. "Yeah, look how stiff your nipples are."
She looked down at her firm breasts, and her red nipples. As far as she was concerned, they were not stiff. Perhaps they were aroused a little, because of the coolness of the air in the room, but as she slid a finger to one, she didn't feel the kind of sensation that she would usually feel when her nipples were stiff.
She stepped out of her shoes, then slid her skirt zipper down. As it fell around her feet, she stepped out of it, and he grabbed her by the hips.
He pulled her close, and started to move his mouth to her panties. They were the only thing that she still had on, and as his lips were pressed against her panties, she felt him blowing hot air into her pussy.
Wendy closed her eyes, and she felt some pleasure. Heat from his breath always turned her on when he was blowing it by way of her pussy, and his firm hands holding her buttocks through her panties felt rather nice, too.
She started to moan a little bit, and she moved her hand to his brown hair. She massaged his hair a little bit, then as he was starting to press his tongue and her panty material into her cunt, she slid her hand down his hairy chest. She played with his nipple for a few seconds.
Then, he took her hand with his, and moved it down his belly, until he had her fingers wrapped around his upraised cock shaft. As he continued to lick her through the panties, he started her hand on an up and down movement around his cock shaft.
She could hear him moaning into her pussy, and each time that happened she would feel a rush of heat against her clit. It was already stiff, and when he was pushing his tongue into her, it and the panty material was making nice contact with her clit,
Wendy slid her fingers to his cock head when she felt a few drops of come at the slit, and she started to smear that come all over his cock head. She could hear him moaning just a little bit louder, and she loved the way his cock head felt with that lubricating come at the slit.
Soon, his hands were back to her buttocks, but this time he slid his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, and he started to pull them down from behind, first sliding them over the curve of her buttocks.
It was not until he had slid them down past her buttock curve, and was sliding them even further down, still from behind, that she felt the way they were starting to slide down in front He flicked his tongue back and forth against her light blonde pubic patch, and then, as her red wet cunt lips were revealed, he moved his tongue down.
Wendy thrust her pussy against his face. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue being driven deep inside of her. His wet tongue was pressing against her erect love button then, and she moaned loud.
"Oh, Roger, this feels so fucking nice," she started to say, and she began to thrust herself back and forth against his tongue, so that she was rubbing her clit against it the way she liked it best.
His hands still held her buttocks, which were getting more and more sweaty as the time was passing by. He was even having some trouble holding onto her ass cheeks because his hands kept slipping.
She felt his cock throbbing once, and had an idea, but she knew he'd kill her if she did it. She was honestly thinking of jerking him all the way off so that he would start to come. That way he'd lose his hard-on and wouldn't be able to fuck her.
Because as turned on as she was now, while he was doing his oral work on her, she was still not in the mood for a fuck. She knew that he was going to end up fucking her no matter what she wanted, and that was one reason she didn't want it.
Wendy did not keep jerking on his cock shaft. She moved her fingers to his cock head, and she could feel the way his dick was twitching around as she kept rubbing the come drops over the mushroom like head.
He started to suck a thick load of her juices right out of her.
She did love it. He just knew what turned her on. As she was coming, he was sucking at her cunt harder, so that her orgasm was not only more intense, but another one started to build up over the first one as it was subsiding.
She knew that he was going to do it to her. She felt him starting to work his tongue back and forth over her clit while he kept sucking with the rest of his mouth, and then, just as she was about to come again, he pulled back.
He started to slide up on the bed a little bit, and he lay back. She could see his balls hanging between his spread legs, and his dick was standing straight up and pointing right at the ceiling.
"Come on and sit on me if you want to satisfy yourself," he said to her. "Come on, you hot bitch. Take me for a ride."
She climbed up on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and she spread her cunt lips with her fingers. Once again, she knew, she was doing just what she wanted, but he had led her to do it. He had made her pussy surge with pleasure, to the point where she needed something to bring her off again.
Roger held the base of his dick while she started to lower herself. He felt her wet cunt lips making contact with his cock head, and then she started to lower herself down on him even more. His dick was sinking into her velvety wetness, and he moved his fingers to her buttocks and held her.
"Oh yeah, baby," he moaned, as he pulled her all the way down, then started to lift her up a little bit, then pull her down again.
She started to take him for a ride. As she moved up and down his shaft, she was loving the way that it felt, because his warm cock shaft made such good contact with her clit.
She even leaned forward a little bit, and she felt his mouth moving to one of her tits. He sucked practically her whole tit into his mouth, while his warm tongue was flicking her nipple back and forth, fast.
Her nipples were now fully hard, and very receptive to tongue work like this.
The first time she felt him throbbing inside of her, she started to slow down because she didn't want him to come right away. She knew that she was doing the right thing, as he didn't say anything to her.
She sat on him for a few minutes until the throbbing subsided.
Then, just as she started to ride him again, the front doorbell was ringing. At first, it just rung once, then three times more in succession.
He tried to keep her on him, but she pulled off.
"It could be about Tisa," she said to him. "I have to go answer it."
She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door, and slipped it on as she started to run down the stairs. She was so excited that she almost lost her balance, but managed to grab the banister before falling.
When she opened the door, she was ecstatic. There was a policeman, and there was Tisa, right in front of him. The cop had his hand on the young girl's shoulder.
"Is this the reported runaway daughter?" the man asked.
"Oh, yes," she said, and she pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her hard, crying at the same time. "Oh Tisa, why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep running away all the time."
She thanked the policeman, who tipped his cap, then turned. As soon as she closed the door, Tisa broke from her arms and started up the stairs.
"I don't want to talk right now," the girl said as she was taking the stairs two at a time. "I've too much on my mind."
Wendy wanted to run up after her daughter, but something told her to stop. She put the chain on the front door, and then she started to walk up the stairs slowly. As he did, she could already hear voices.
"And what do you have to say for yourself this time, young lady?" Roger was asking her, and it sounded like it was coming from her room.
"Nothing," was her curt response.
"You're getting too old to be spanked for things like this," he said. "I can tell that the spankings have not been working either."
"Nothing you do will work. I'll keep trying to get out of here, unless of course, you decide that you want to leave. If you weren't here, I might have a good time. I might even want to stay."
"You snotty little bitch," Wendy heard Roger say to her.
And then, there was a slapping sound. He had hit her, and she started to laugh at him. The laughter was a hideous kind of laughter, and it was the thing that must have made Roger even more mad at her.
Because then, all of a sudden, she heard the other sound.
WHACK! WHACK!
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy ran up the stairs two at a time, almost tripping, the way she had running down to open the door. She was out of breath when she came to Tisa's room and saw what was going on in there.
Roger had put on his underwear, and he was standing there with that and nothing else, except for his thick black leather belt.
Tisa was on the bed, on her stomach, trying to cover her face.
"You little bitch," he screamed at her again, and Wendy could see that Tisa's arm already had two thick red lash marks on it.
"No," she screamed out then. "Don't hit her again."
Roger stopped, his arm still up in the air, the leather still ready to make contact. He turned his head to look at the door, and he could see the way Wendy had tears rolling down her cheeks. But her tears hadn't moved him in years. Perhaps when they had first gotten married, she could get to him with her tears, but not since then.
"You shut the fuck up and stay out of this," he said. "She's being a snotty little bitch all over again. Now why did you run away?"
"Jesus, don't you even know why yet?" Tisa asked, raising her head just a little bit, but keeping it close to her hands, in case she had to cover her face once more. "It's all because of you."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Be more specific."
"What the hell for?" the sixteen year old asked. "We've been through it a dozen times already. You're a goddamn tyrant. I can't stand it in this house."
"You have everything that a girl could possibly want," he said.
"Yeah, except maybe freedom to do whatever I want. If I wanted to live the life of a slave, sure, then I'd be happy here."
"You'll live the life of a slave, young lady. You haven't proved that we should treat you any better. And as a slave, you will be whipped for being disobedient."
He raised the belt again to lash it at her, and Wendy had to scream out again. As she did, he turned, and he hit her with the belt, right on the shoulder. Her robe helped to keep it from hurting as much as it would have against naked flesh but there was still a great deal of pain.
He turned back to Tisa, and he started to lash her hard. The third belt lash hit her right on the back, and cut through her blouse.
She reached for a pillow, and tried to pull it over her back.
"You bitch," Roger said. "You'll take the punishment you deserve."
He walked toward the bed and grabbed the pillow. She tried to hold it, clutching at it with both hands, but he slapped her across the face. Then, he grabbed her and he pulled her across his lap, fast.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed as she started to kick her legs, and he could feel the heat of her crotch near his. He knew that his cock was still semi-hard in his underwear, and he could feel himself getting stiffer.
When she accidentally kicked him on the side of the head (or was it an accident, he wondered), he grabbed her long blonde hair. He pulled her head back by yanking on her hair, and he heard her screaming louder.
"You fucking bastard. Leave me alone, you fucking bastard."
He doubled his belt over, and then he whacked her hard on the buttocks, through her pants and her panties. She screamed with bloody pain when she felt him doing that, and then, he yanked at her pants.
Roger pulled her pants and her underpants right down over her buttocks. He could see a red lash mark on her ass from the one lashing, and he knew that it was nowhere near as red as it would be now, with the belt against her naked flesh.
He lashed her again on the ass, and he could hear the loud cracking sound of the leather against her flesh. As she screamed again, this time louder, he also heard the way Wendy was starting to scream. He had ladies' screams in stereo, and he decided to yell out to his wife, which he did.
"Wendy, just shut the hell up. Get out of here."
But Wendy was already on her knees by the door, watching the way he was whipping their daughter for running away. She could only see him through tear-stained eyes, and it was a little blurry. But she could not move from her spot. She was glued to it. She was thinking, too, that this punishment would be every reason in the world for her to try and run away again. This was not the way to deal with Tisa.
"Shut up or get the hell out of here," he screamed at her again.
"Yes, keep commanding her. Command her to do whatever the hell you please, you goddamn tyrant. Go on. Go on," Tisa was screaming.
"You snotty little bitch. I hate to think that you were my daughter."
"That makes two of us," she said.
And he whacked her buttocks again and again with the thick leather belt. He could see the thick lash marks that were left on her ass cheeks.
And after a few of them, her buttocks started to glow with a red color, and soon there was even some blood from some of the whip marks.
He kept whipping her ass over and over again, and the more she tried to squirm out of his grasp, the more turned on he was getting in the crotch. At one point, Tisa thought she could feel something.
She started to press her crotch down against his groin, even harder, and she could feel his stiff cock bulge.
Though her ass felt like it was on fire, and her whole body was aching with a kind of pain, she still had enough strength for words. It was her words, she thought, that could cause more damage to him than anything else, because she certainly did not have the physical strength to fight back.
"This is actually turning you on," she said to him. "You fucking sadist bastard. I can feel the way your cock is getting harder. You're getting turned on whipping me. Now let's see how long it takes before you decide to rape me.
"Tisa," Wendy screamed out, as if she was shocked.
"Do you hear what a sewer mouth this bitch of ours has?" Roger screamed.
"I got it all from you, bastard. All from you. Where the fuck else do you think I learned my vocabulary from? All from you."
"Bitch," he screamed again, and this time, because he was aware of the fact that she knew he was hard, he pushed her off.
He pushed her right onto the bed, and he climbed up on her back. As he pressed himself down on her back, he started to hit her buttocks even harder with the leather belt whip, and from his angle of lash application, he was whipping her harder.
"Yeah, keep doing it," she was moaning, through her tears. "Keep doing it. If this is the only way to turn yourself on, then you might as well, you bastard. Keep whipping me if it's the only way to get you hard."
She was building up his fury by talking this way, and the more he lashed her the more energy he seemed to have. It was not as if he was being drained at all.
Wendy managed to lean against the wall, and by leaning against it, she was able to stand up, though her legs were still a little shaky.
As she crossed her arms over her chest, and cowered, she spoke through tears, too.
"Don't you think you've done enough to her already? Don't you think that you've punished her enough for what she's done?"
"No, he obviously doesn't," Tisa was moaning. "He obviously has to keep doing it until he's sure that he's fully hard. Then he'll get you."
"Tisa, shut up," Wendy said. "You're only making it worse."
"I know what the hell I'm doing," the girl said, and her hostile words angered Wendy, enough for her to feel that the next lashing, at least, was justified. But as he continued, and it seemed like he had hit her twenty, no thirty, no forty times, she thought he was going a little bit too far.
"Please stop hitting her already, Roger. Please. You've punished her enough."
And he did stop, not because of Wendy's pleading. That didn't work with him. He stopped because his arm was tired, and he could see how bloody and red Tisa's buttocks were. He climbed off her back, and then he got off the bed.
She lay there, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at him for a second, and her eyes blazed with hate.
He walked out of the room, and as he passed Wendy, he touched her breast through her robe, and he whispered.
"Let's go to the bedroom, now," he said to her. "Come on."
"I'll be there in a few minutes. I have to help her clean herself up."
She could see how mad he was, but she decided that she would stick to her words this time. Nothing he could say would make her change her mind.
He seemed to sense it. He told her he would be expecting her in five minutes, and then he walked out of Tisa's room. He slammed the bedroom door shut after he went into his own room, and it was not until the sound reverberated that Wendy walked toward her daughter's bed and sat down. She looked at the bloody, sore buttocks, then stood up again and walked toward the bathroom.
She wet a washcloth and a towel, and brought them back to Tisa's room. As she put the wet cloth on the girl's buttocks, Tisa groaned.
"Oh, shit, that hurts," she said to her mother.
"It's going to hurt a lot for the next few days. You really got him mad."
"I don't care," the girl said. "I had a lot of time to think after the cops picked me and Debbie up. I knew I would face something like this, and I decided back then that as long as I was going to have to face it, I might as well get back at him."
"And how do you think you got back at him?" Wendy asked.
"With my words, I hope. I don't know. Oh, Mother, I'm sorry I ran away," the girl finally said, and she broke into tears. "I'm sorry, only because I know that it upset you. I don't give a shit about him."
"Tisa, he's your father. I don't want to hear you say that."
And Wendy was happy when the girl didn't say anything else. She was expecting her bold, brazen daughter to keep talking about her father, even though she'd been told not to. She finished cleaning the girl's sore buttocks, then toweled them dry.
"I'll put some lotion on," Wendy said. "It might sting but it will help the wounds heal a little bit faster."
"Just give it to me. I'll put it on," Tisa said. "I think you should go to the bedroom. He must be waiting for you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't you think I know what you're going to do with him when you go to his room now? Mother, I'm not stupid. He'll get mad at you if you're not there."
Wendy hated hearing Tisa talk like this, and wanted to say something so that the girl would understand. But she didn't know what to say, and so, she just stood up and started to leave the room. She turned as she stood near the door.
"We'll talk tomorrow, all right?" she asked Tisa, and she waited until the girl turned her head, smiled, then nodded. "I'm glad you're home."
Wendy walked down the hall toward her own room, and as she opened the door, she saw him sitting on the bed. He was naked again, having slipped his underwear off, and his cock was hard as a rock.
"Shall we continue from where we left off?" he asked her.
She could see the way he was running his hand up and down his cock shaft, and she thought it looked so hideous. The fact that he could be there playing with his cock, and the fact that he could be aroused, too, after such a display in the other room, really bothered her. She was not in the mood now.
But as she took off her robe, something that she would do to sleep, he reached for her hand and pulled her over to him.
He got her up on her knees, so that she was straddling him, and then he pulled her close so that he could lick her pussy again.
She was still wet from before, and he could have easily forced her to sit on his dick, but he didn't do that. Instead, he started to suck on her clit again, and he moved her hand to his cock shaft so that she was massaging it.
He moaned softly as he sucked on her juices, and she looked down at him. He was moaning almost like a baby, sucking its mother's tit, and she did love this side of him so much. She started to stroke his hair as she purred just a little bit, and she could feel the way his dick throbbed.
Then, after he had sucked a nice thick load of come out of her, he started to push her back a little bit. She knew that she was going to end up sitting on his dick again, and that was just what happened.
She slid her cunt all the way down his cock, and felt him moving his hands to her buttocks again. He cupped each buttock in each hand, and he started to guide her up and down his shaft gently. She did really like this position, because she could feel the way her clit was tingling a lot.
Her clit made great contact with his cock shaft this way.
As he started to throb a little bit, she spasmed harder, and she moved her lips to his and kissed him with some passion. She could have put more into it, but a part of her was still remembering the scene from a few minutes ago. A part of her was still hating him for the way he had abused Tisa.
Perhaps, were one to separate sex into two parts, the mental and the physical, her feelings could be explained this way: Wendy was not into the sex mentally at first, because she could not stop thinking about what had happened, but as his cock was working her over physically, and her cunt was reacting physically, the physical started to take over for the mental as well.
Soon, she was riding up and down his shaft and loving it.
Then, she felt him cupping her hot buttocks even harder. And within a few more seconds, he was rolling over, and he was still inside of her. She spread her legs even wider them, and lifted her ass up off the bed a little bit more so that he could get at her from a better angle.
Then he started to thrust his hard cock in and out of her pussy, faster and harder. She could feel his groin slapping against her buttocks each time he thrust in, and his balls were feeling really nice too.
She moved her hand to his balls, in fact, and she held them.
Then, she felt him starting to kiss her on the lips. At first, she was not getting into it and she tried to turn her head away. But then, as she felt the heat rising in her body, she started to suck on his tongue.
His hairy chest was pressing against her nipples and they throbbed hard because of that contact. As he got more and more sweaty, and his chest was sliding against her nipples, she loved that, too.
Then he started to lick her neck, and her skin tingled more than ever. He moved his lips to her ear, and as he was moaning softly, the warm breath was turning her on, as well as his warm wet tongue which flicked against her ear.
"Oh yeah, baby, you are so fucking hot," he was moaning. "I can feel this super hot pussy of yours working around me, and I just love it. So fucking hot."
"Keep fucking me, Roger. I love the way it feels with this dick of yours in me. Keep fucking me. Fuck me even harder."
"You got it, baby," he moaned. "You got it. I'll fuck you forever."
When he started to throb hard again, she did not want it to end. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and squeezed really hard. She could feel the way his ass cheeks were spasming a little bit, and she felt how wet his buttocks were.
She was happy that he did not come in her then.
He pulled his lips away from her ears, and pressed his palms flat on the bed. When he held his arms straight, his chest was no longer pressing against her breasts, and she looked up at her tall, strong man.
This was the man she had married, she knew. This was the part of him that she just loved. The part that represented his strength and dominance over her. The part that could be dominant without being abusive.
At one point, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, and started to rub it through her blonde pubic patch. She loved the way it looked when she looked down between her legs, because his cock head looked like the head of a snake, and overall it looked almost like a snake moving through some grass.
She kept looking at it, and then she could see him looking right at her eyes. He was watching her reaction to his cock, and she heard him speak.
"Yeah, you love the look of my dick, don't you?" he asked her. "You love the look of my dick when it rubs against your body, right?"
"Mmm," she moaned, and he moved his hand to her hair. He pulled it much harder when she expected him to, and he spoke with more anger.
"Don't just say that. I want you to tell me. I want to hear the words."
She hated this, and she knew that he knew how much she hated it. And yet, it was as if he was trying to put her through some kind of a test. He didn't try to get his dick back into her cunt, and wouldn't try for a few minutes. She was so sure that he wouldn't put it in her unless she said what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, I love your cock," she moaned, softly. "I love the way it looks as it rubs against my cunt hairs. I love the way it feels in me. I know that you have so much power over me, and your cock is the power."
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, tell me more, Wendy, tell me more."
"It makes my whole body surge with pleasure when you put it in me. I can feel a heat just blazing through me, and I just love the way that it feels. It's the most magnificent cock in the world."
"And you'll always worship it," he said to her, and she nodded.
He pulled back, so that his cock slipped off her cunt patch, and he pointed the head of it right down at her pussy lips.
He moved his cock deep inside of her body, and she started to moan loud. She wrapped her legs around his ass again, and he started to thrust in and out of her at a nice rapid rate. He moved his fingers to her nipple, and at first, he massaged them rather gently, but then, as they started to throb more, she could feel the way his fingers were pinching at her nipples.
It was hurting a little bit too much, but she was scared to say anything.
When she felt him throbbing the next time inside of her, she knew that he was going to be taking himself all the way.
She could tell by the look of determination on his face, and she saw the way he started to lick his lips as he was thrusting faster. There was some sweat dripping down his forehead, and she watched the trickle of sweat dripping over his nose. It hung from the tip of his nose, then landed on her body.
"Oh yeah, any second now," he was moaning. "Any second now and you're gonna feel my cream filling your hot pussy. Any second."
And then, she started to come hard around him. She could feel her tight pussy spasms working against the throbbing of his cock, and she started to moan with pleasure. Less than a few seconds later, he exploded.
Wendy started to thrust her pussy up and down against him, because he just thrust in deep when he was coming. She loved feeling his cream deep inside of her, but she also loved it when he kept moving.
So she was doing the moving for him, and she could feel the way his warm pulsing cock shaft was still making great contact with her clit. Her clit tingled even more, and her whole body throbbed with sensation.
He moved his lips down to kiss her, and she sucked hard on his tongue that time, because the heat from her mouth and her cunt just seemed to surge through the rest of her body, until it was overpowering.
He stayed on top of her for a long time, until his cock started to lose its blood, and even then he did not move, until he went limp and fell out of her. Then, he rolled over on the side of the bed, and lay there breathing heavily.
"That was so nice, Wendy," he moaned softly. "So very nice."
"Yes, it was," she said. "I liked it a lot."
"Don't you see? Don't you see then? When it's just you and me, then things always work out right. But when she gets in the way, that's when the problems start."
"I don't want to talk about it now," she said to him. "Please."
"No, we have to, because you always seem to forget. Things go well between us all the time, and then she does something to make you mad at me, or something that just ends up upsetting both of us. Don't you see?"
Wendy didn't know if he was telling the truth. There had been times when she thought that Tisa's hateful feelings toward him were justified. There had been times when he'd hit her for the slightest wrongdoing.
"Don't you see?" he asked her again, and she could feel his chest rubbing against her back as he moved his body closer to hers.
She knew he was going to press her for an answer, and she didn't want to have to lie to him, but she did. She told him that she did see.
"But did you have to hit her so hard?" she asked him.
And she could feel his body moving on the bed a little bit, but she had her back to him, and was too scared to turn and see what he was doing.
She didn't have to turn and see. A second later, she felt a hard cracking against her ass, at the same time that she heard the sound. She turned in time to see him pull the belt back a second time and hit her again.
"Yes," he nodded, with an evil look on his face. "Yes, I did have to hit her so hard. It's the only way to teach her. And don't you question me about it again."
CHAPTER THREE
She got off the bed as soon as her mother left the room, and undressed. She looked at her sore ass in the mirror, and hated it. She moved her fingers to touch her buttocks but couldn't even let them linger too long because her ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and that was terrible.
Then, she heard the sound of lovemaking coming from their room.
Just like him, she thought. Just like that bastard. He had no regrets about what he did to me. In fact, it probably turned him on and helped him to get that fucking dick of his hard so he could fuck her.
Tisa had slipped into her nightie, the lightest one that she owned, because she knew that anything heavier would press against her ass. She slipped out of her room then and walked down the hall to watch.
At first, she saw the way her mother was riding his dick, and she hated the woman for doing it. She thought her mother should refuse him. That would have taught the fucking bastard a lesson.
But then, she sensed that he still had some kind of control over her. He was holding onto her buttocks with both hands, squeezing them tight, so maybe she was stuck on his dick because he was not letting her pull herself up.
Then they rolled over. She watched the way he fucked her, watched the way he pulled his cock out and ran it through her cunt patch, then made her say all these things about his dick, to help his ego. Tisa knew what she would have said, even though she knew that it would have been a lie.
"Oh, this is the puniest little dick in the world," she would have told him, to make his ego small, instead of big, the way her mother was doing it. "It's so small in fact that I can hardly even feel it in me. What a small dick. How in the world could anyone go through life with something so small?"
Of course, her mother had done what he wanted her to do, just like Wendy did everything that he wanted her to do.
When he started to fuck her again, Tisa knew that her mother was turned on. She could see the look of lust on the woman's face, and then she knew that he was coming in her. Even afterwards, the girl stayed and looked through the keyhole.
She heard the two of them talking. She heard the way her father was trying to place all the blame on her. How he was saying she was responsible for all the arguments that her mother and father had.
She wanted to barge in then and tell him he was full of shit up to his ears.
But of course, she could not. She had seen the leather belt lying on the floor. Then, when she heard her mother talking in her defense, and asking him why he had to hit her so hard, she saw him getting the belt.
Tisa had wanted to scream. After all, she knew that her mother wasn't at all aware of what was to happen, and she knew that she was right by the woman's reaction. She stayed and watched him hit her twice, heard what he was screaming about, then decided to go back to her room and try to sleep.
She was having trouble now, however. She was lying on her stomach, and she was a girl who was used to sleeping on her back. However, when she rolled onto her back, she felt the burning on her buttocks.
Tisa knew that she would not be able to sleep on her back for many days, and she kept trying to make herself sleep. But her mind was racing with too many thoughts.
This time, he had really hurt her. He'd hurt her the other times, too, but he had just spanked her really hard. There had been times, in fact, when she thought that the palm of his hand was getting it worse than her buttocks were.
Tonight he had used the belt though, for the very first time, and she hated it.
But it brought back some memories of what had happened earlier that evening. But first, she started to think about her plans with Debbie.
The two of them had been talking in the locker room after gym class. Black-haired Debbie had stripped off all her clothing, and Tisa had looked at the girl's hot body as they both walked toward the shower.
Tisa had a pretty hot body herself, she knew. She liked her own light blonde pubic patch, and thought it to be much more attractive then Debbie's thicker black haired one. She thought Debbie had bigger tits though, and at their age, tits were important.
"I'm so fucking miserable at home," Debbie had been saying, as they showered. "I have to get the fuck out of there."
"Your parents still treating you like shit?" Tisa had asked.
"Yes, both of them, too. You think you have it bad, Tisa? Well, you should know what it's like to have both your mother and father shit all over you. At least you can talk to your mother about it. I can't."
"And a lot of good that does me," Tisa had said, as she soaped up her pussy which was already smelly with sweat from having run the track three times during gym class. "I talk to her but she can't do anything."
"I wish I could get the fuck out of my house," Debbie had said, as she started to wash her own pussy. "You've run away before, haven't you?"
"Many, many times," Tisa said, proudly. "I'm waiting for the day when I finally get out and they don't look for me. But I've always been found."
"How long was the longest time away?"
"About two days. Dad really punished me then. He spanked me real hard, and he gave me no privileges. In fact, after school, I had to come right home and stay in my room. No radio. No television. Just stay in my room and do my homework and read. He punished me for three weeks."
"I bet my Dad would do it for a month," Debbie said. -
"Big deal. One extra week. Look, there's no sense in trying to have a contest to see whose Dad sucks more. They're both pretty shitty in the Dad department."
And after they had finished drying off, they both started to dress. Gym was the last class that they had that day, and after they walked outside and sat on the front steps of the school, Debbie lit a cigarette.
"Won't your Mom be able to smell that on you?" Tisa asked her.
"She would be if I was going home. But I don't think I will today."
"Oh yeah? Where do you think you're going to go?"
"Somewhere. I have fifty dollars on me. Hey, Tisa, let's run away."
Tisa had smiled. She had never run away with anyone before. All those other times, she'd gone solo, and she'd always thought it was fun that way. Of course, the idea of having someone with her, someone she would be able to bullshit with, someone she knew so well, was really nice. And she hadn't run away in a few months.
Just as she'd been about ready to make up her mind, they'd heard a car horn.
"Come on," Debbie said, gathering up her books. "Let's go. It's Jerry."
Jerry was a cute brown-haired boy who was going out with Debbie. He had an old beat up convertible, but it ran, and that was all that counted. Tisa climbed in the back as Debbie climbed in the front next to him.
"Where to?" he asked, and Debbie looked back at Tisa, then smiled at Jerry.
"Out of here," she said. "Out of this town. Out of this state. Let's run away."
Jerry had started to drive. At first, he thought it was all a joke, but as Debbie moved closer to him, she slid her hand through his hair, and licked his ear. Tisa kind of wished that she had a boyfriend she could do things like that with, though she really didn't want it that badly. If she had, she knew there were boys around who would be willing.
They did drive out of the town, and soon they were driving toward the state line.
"Well, I guess we really have run away this time," Debbie said, and she was smiling. Tisa noticed how close Debbie was sitting next to Jerry, and when she leaned over the back of the front seat, she saw that Debbie was sliding her hand up and down Jerry's thigh, moving it closer and closer to his cock bulge.
Soon, they were smoking joints, and Jerry stopped at some store and was able to get a six pack of beer, though he was not of age. He just looked it.
A little bit later, they pulled off on the side of the road.
"Hey, why are we stopping?" Tisa had asked, and Debbie just clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
"You can watch if you want, but we wanna make it," she said, and then she moved her lips to Jerry's and she started to kiss him.
Tisa leaned forward and she kept watching. She saw the way that Debbie licked her way down the front of his body, opening his shirt and then his pants. She pulled his hard cock out, and started to run her tongue up and down along the underside of his erection. Then, she took the head between her lips, and she started to suck it.
It was not long before Jerry was pulling her pants and panties down. Then, the two of them started to eat each other.
Tisa watched, and felt a sense of longing.
But she had never made it with a boy yet, and though she was kind of interested in Jerry, she didn't want him to be the first for her.
She saw him looking up at her at one point, and he licked his lips. At first, she thought that it was a come-on, but then she saw that he was licking some of the come from his chin. Debbie's juices had been dripping all over his face, and he just hadn't been able to swallow them all.
Soon, she could hear the way that he was moaning, and she could see a look of lust in Debbie's eyes. Then, the girl pulled her mouth back, but kept it open, and she slid her hand to his cock.
Tisa had seen the way Debbie jerked his cock shaft. The shaft was coated with her saliva, which made it look real nice, and also must have made it feel better. She kept on jerking on the cock, until he moaned louder and the cream started to spurt out, right onto Debbie's tongue.
Debbie caught a lot of the white cream on her tongue before closing her lips around the cock shaft again, and then she moved her mouth all the way back down his shaft and kept him deep in her mouth for a while.
While she had been doing that, she'd been thrusting her pussy back and forth against his face, too, and Tisa could hear the loud slapping sound. She could also see the way that Debbie's ass was getting wetter with sweat and soon, he had managed to pull his mouth out from under her cunt.
Then he managed to sit up, and he tucked his cock into his pants.
"Wouldn't you like to suck me off, too?" he had asked Tisa then, as Debbie sat up and adjusted his clothes.
"She doesn't do things like that," Debbie said, in a snotty tone that Tisa did not like at all. "She's never been with a boy yet."
"Debbie, you weren't supposed to say that," Tisa told her.
When she had told her best friend that she had never been with a boy, she'd made Debbie promise not to say anything, and since the girl had opened her big mouth, Tisa was getting really pissed at her.
"Oh, Tisa, that's all right," Debbie said. "This way, Jerry will be easier with you when the time comes. And it will come. We'll be together for many days."
"Right," Jerry said, as he looked at Tisa and winked.
"Let's just get going," the blonde girl had said. "I'm kind of high, and I'd like to get out of the state before my mother has the cops looking for us."
"How will she know that you've run away?" Jerry asked.
"I run away often," Tisa told him. "I'm sure that she'll call the cops if I'm not home from school after two hours. Then she'll start calling my friends to see if they know anything. Believe me, Jerry. Let's get going."
And so, they had, though Tisa was not as happy as she'd been before they stopped.
Debbie, she'd been able to tell, was cock-hungry, just like almost every other bitch at the school. It hadn't really pleased Tisa to see her friend going down on Jerry, nor had it pleased her to hear Debbie tell Jerry she hadn't been with anyone.
She noticed the way Debbie had her arm around Jerry's neck as they continued to drive, but she did not look to see where the girl's hand was. She was already starting to feel a little bit upset about having run away again.
She would not have been upset if she'd been on her own, the way she was used to doing it, or even if she'd just gone with Debbie. But having Jerry there was making this a two sided triangle and she didn't appreciate it.
Less than an hour after they had stopped to go down on each other, Jerry pulled off to the side of the road again.
"Shit, what now?" Tisa asked, from the back seat.
"I just got him nice and hard again," Debbie said. "I was hoping to get him hard because I want to feel him in my pussy."
"That makes two of us," Jerry said. "I love to fuck you, baby."
�And you know that I love it when you fuck me, baby," she said.
"Jesus," Tisa had muttered under her breath. At this rate, she knew, they were never going to get out of the state, not by sundown, not in three days.
She watched as the two of them started to attack each other again. Debbie moved her lips to his and kissed him real hard, and he was running his hands up and down her body, though he did keep her clothing on.
She slid her hand down to his crotch and pulled his cock out of his pants, but that time, Debbie opened his pants, too.
Tisa got to see his huge balls, and his thick brown pubic patch. She saw the way that Debbie was sliding her finger over the head of his cock, smearing drops of his come all over so that the head glistened.
Then, she heard the way Debbie was starting to moan.
"Oh, I want you to eat me a little bit more before you fuck me. I want you to make me want you by making me come some more'."
He had opened her pants and had pulled them down again. Tisa had seen the way he slid down on the floor, right between Debbie's legs. She looked over Debbie's shoulder and when Jerry was looking up, Tisa felt as if he was looking right at her.
Jerry had started to suck on Debbie's pussy lips. First, he had just moved his lips there and he had sucked, but then, he had spread her cunt lips with his fingers. He'd move his mouth to her clit, which Tisa could see for a few seconds, until he had his lips around it and was sucking on it.
He started to suck on it hard, and he flicked his tongue back and forth against the tip of it. Debbie was moaning loud, and Tisa saw the way the girl started to thrust herself up and down against his face.
"Oh yeah, this is wonderful. Eat me, eat me, eat me," she was moaning.
And he was sure having a good time. Debbie moved her hand down to his cock and stroked it, and she started to talk about how good this cock was going to feel inside of her hot pussy hole. She started to talk about how much she wanted to feel him fucking her, and how she would come so many times.
That was when Tisa looked at her watch. They'd been out of school now for over five hours, and they might have traveled fifty miles.
"Hey," she'd finally said to both of them, "I have an idea."
Debbie turned her head to look at Tisa, while Jerry just looked up but kept his mouth glued to Debbie's sweet flowing pussy.
"Why don't you two get in the back and I'll keep driving. We're making such poor time doing it this way. Come on. I know how to drive."
"I don't know," she had heard Jerry say, as he pulled his mouth back.
"It's terrific," Debbie said. "Good idea. Let's get in the back."
And before Jerry could even make up his mind as to whether or not he wanted to let Tisa drive his car, Debbie was already in the back seat, and she had kicked her pants and panties all the way off.
So he climbed over the seat, too, as Tisa slid out the door and then slid into the front of the car, behind the wheel.
She started the car, then started to drive. As she did, she could hear them moaning, and she looked through the rear view mirror. She could see the way that Jerry was just moving his thick cock into Debbie's pussy, and he moved himself in all the way.
He started to fuck her nice and hard, and each time he thrust. Tisa could hear the loud slapping sound of his groin against Debbie's buttocks. She saw the way that Debbie had her mouth open real wide, and was moaning.
Then, at one point, she noticed Jerry taking off his belt. She saw him whack it against Debbie's buttocks, and Debbie screamed with a kind of pleasure pain. Tisa lost control of the car for a second.
She swerved, and both fucking people fell off the back seat and landed on the floor of the car, with a loud thud.
"Hey, watch where the fuck you're going," she heard Jerry say.
"Sorry," Tisa told him, and she got back into her lane, and continued to drive.
When the two horny people got back on the back seat, she saw the way that Debbie was getting on her hands and knees.
She noticed the way that Jerry started to enter her from behind this time, and as he slid his cock all the way into her, he whacked her ass with the leather belt again. That time, she didn't moan with a pleasure pain.
That time she groaned a little bit.
"Jerry, don't do that to me. It hurts me. I don't like it when you do it."
"Bullshit, baby. I know that you love it. I can feel your cunt getting tighter around me when I do it to you. You spasm even harder." And he did it to her again, that time even harder than he had before.
Tisa kept trying not to look in the mirror, but she was fascinated. It was not often that she got to watch people fucking, though it had happened before. She did like the look of his raging hard dick sliding in and out of Debbie's pussy, and when he pulled back at one point so that just the head of his cock was in, she could hear the way that Debbie moaned for more.
"Shove it all the way into me, baby. Shove it all the way in."
And when he did that, she let out a scream of pleasure. Tisa looked in the rear view mirror again, and she saw the way he had one hand slid around Debbie's body. She knew that he had to be playing with her clit, using his fingers to keep the little stiff love button nice and turned on.
At one point, he was doing a series of short thrusts in and out.
His cock was hardly even moving, from what Tisa could see, but the slapping sound was evident, and she liked the sound of it.
Then, he started to fuck her with longer strokes, and he started to whip her with the belt again, this time on the back and buttocks.
"No," Debbie was saying to him. "Don't do that to me."
"You know that you love it, baby," he said to her. "You know that you love it when I do this to you. Don't deny it."
"You're wrong," Debbie had been saying, and Tisa didn't know who to believe.
She could hear the way her friend was moaning, between bated breaths, and she thought that Debbie spoke with some passion in her voice. Even when she was protesting and telling him not to do it, it sure as hell sounded like she wanted it done. It sounded like she was playing one of those girlish games that Tisa knew so much about.
The kind where the girl would say no when she really meant yes, and then she would say yes for a while, but change her mind when they got into it more.
Debbie had always been something of a game player, Tisa knew, so she honestly didn't know if she should try to help her friend right away.
She didn't even try when she heard Debbie groaning a little.
"No, that's starting to hurt," Debbie was saying. "It's taking you too long and it's starting to hurt now. Come in me already, because my cunt is feeling too sore. I'm not kidding around this time, Jerry."
"Oh, you are, too," he moaned, and he rammed his dick deeper into her, and then he started to moan louder than he had been moaning the whole time. "Take it, baby. Take it. Take my hot fucking load of come. Take it."
"Shit, you're squeezing my clit too hard," Debbie started to moan. "That's not feeling good now. It's hurting me too much. Stop it."
But he was in deep and he continued to pinch her clit. Tisa looked in the rear view mirror again, and she could see a look of pain on Debbie's face. She knew that he still had to be coming in her, and if Debbie wasn't feeling pleasure now, then she was never going to feel pleasure from him.
Still looking in the mirror, Tisa started to scream.
"Leave her the Fuck alone, Jerry," she said. "You bastard. Don't you know that you're fucking hurting her instead of ..."
But she didn't get to finish. Because she had been looking in the rear view mirror and was not looking at the road. She heard the sound of a car horn, and realized that someone was going to sideswipe her because she had not been looking.
Tisa did the first thing she could think of. She veered the car off the road, and the front of it smashed right into a. tree. Her body lurched forward just a bit, but she was not hurt at all. And the two fuckers fell off the back seat.
Of course, Jerry was furious with her, especially when the car wouldn't start again. Jerry and Debbie fixed their clothing, and Tisa kept apologizing for what she had done to the car, as the three of them decided to leave it and hitch.
Hitching was going to be the only way to get out of the state.
It was already pretty late at night, and there weren't too many cars on the highway, but Debbie and Tisa were sure that if Jerry hid until a car stopped, it would be easier for them to get a lift. After all, men loved stopping for two young girls.
But the first car that stopped was a police car. They picked up the two girls for hitching, which was illegal, and it was not until the girls were in the car that the cops realized these were the two recently reported runaways.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she woke up the next morning, her ass was on fire. Sometime, during the night, she had rolled over on her back. She knew that she'd fallen asleep on her stomach, because there was no way she would have been able to lie on her back if she'd been at all conscious, because of the way her ass felt.
But somehow, she'd ended up on her back, and the second she opened her eyes, she felt the fire and rolled right onto her side. She moved her hand to her ass and felt the heat of her buttocks.
Then, she could hear her mother and father talking downstairs.
Tisa was glad that her parents were already up and in the kitchen, for it meant her father would be leaving for work really soon. She got out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom, then sat to piss.
She ended up stooping. The feeling of her ass against the toilet seat was a horror, and she knew that school would be impossible. After all, they did have a soft seat at home, and she should have been able to sit comfortably.
She took a warm shower, and faced the rushing water most of the time because she could feel the way her buttocks were still blazing each time the water hit them. Then, she dried herself off gently, making sure that the towel made very little contact with her buttocks. She dressed in a skirt that day, something that she hardly ever wore, because her ass was too sore for pants.
When Tisa got downstairs, her mother was putting her breakfast on the table. Her father had already left, she was thrilled to see.
"How do you feel this morning, honey?" her mother asked her.
"Pretty good," the girl said. "Except for my ass. But now I'm going to practice sitting because I'll have to do a lot of it in school, and I don't want anyone to know what happened to me last night."
"I'm so sorry about that," her mother said.
"I don't want you to be sorry, Mom. I want him to be sorry, though I think he'd be bullshitting if he ever apologized. I don't think that bastard is sorry for one thing that he did in life. He's Mr. King Shit and can do whatever the hell he wants."
"Tisa, I don't like to hear you talking like this about your father."
"I didn't ask for him to be my father. It just happened that way. And just because he is my father that doesn't mean I have to respect him."
"I wish you would," her mother said to her.
"Some wishes will just never come true," Tisa said, and that was all Wendy could take from the girl. She slapped her across the face. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"I'm sorry I hit you, too. But I couldn't help it."
Tisa finished eating her breakfast in silence. Every so often, she could tell that her mother was dying to say something, but the woman just never came out and said it. She would open her mouth, as if to talk, and then nothing would come out. When Tisa finished her breakfast, she stood up and got her books.
"Well, I'm going now," she said to her mother. "I'll see you later."
"Will you? I mean, you're not going to try and run away again, are you?"
"I don't know," Tisa said. "You never know when the urge hits you."
She had been kidding, but she could tell that her mother was upset.
"Actually, Mom," she said, "it wasn't my idea yesterday. It was Debbie's."
Somehow, Wendy felt better when she heard that, and she hugged her daughter.
Then, Tisa left for school. She walked that day, because she had finished eating breakfast early, and it was a beautiful spring day. She passed a few of her friends, but she didn't want to talk to anyone, so she just walked by herself.
The only one she was thinking of talking to was Debbie. She wanted to know what had happened to Debbie last night when she got home.
They had their first class together, and Tisa was sitting on her chair, pressing her buttocks against the seat with as little pressure as possible. Then the bell rang, and Debbie was still not in her seat.
As the day passed, slowly and sorely, at least when it came to Tisa's ass, she realized that Debbie had not come to school that day. She was wondering if maybe her friend had run off again.
When school ended, she knew what she would do. She started to walk toward Debbie's house, because she had to know for sure. She thought about calling her mother, but decided not to. Let the woman worry for a while.
When she got to Debbie's house, she knocked on the door. The girl's mother opened it. She had a light coat on, and was holding her pocket book, looking like she was just on her way out. She stopped short when she saw Tisa.
"Oh, Tisa, how are you?" she asked, and Tisa smiled.
"I'm fine. Is Debbie home now? She wasn't in school today."
"I know. She wasn't feeling too good. She's sick. She's in bed, but I think that she's sleeping now. Why don't you call her later?"
Tisa could sense something funny about the woman, as if the woman just did not want her to go in the house. So she smiled, and said that she would.
Then Debbie's mother asked her if she wanted a ride home, and Tisa said that she was going to walk. She started to walk by the house, and waved to Debbie's mother as the woman passed by in her car. The moment the car was out of sight, Tisa turned around and ran back to the house.
The front door was locked, so she tried the kitchen door, which was open.
There was not a sound in the house, except for the sound of her own feet as she walked across the kitchen floor. She called out in a low voice.
"Debbie? Debbie? Are you in here? Are you in here?"
And as she started to climb the stairs, she could hear some moaning. She walked down the hall toward Debbie's room, and opened the door. Tisa gasped when she looked inside and saw her friend in bed.
Debbie was not sleeping at all. She was naked, and her hands had been pulled up over her head. They were tied with a thick leather strap, tied together and to the headboard of the bed. Debbie seemed to be very groggy, and as Tisa walked closer, she could see that the girl's body was covered with whip lash marks.
She saw a pitcher of water on the night table, and filled a glass. She held the water to Debbie's mouth, and the girl sipped.
"Debbie, Debbie, come to," Tisa started to say, through a tear choked voice. "What happened to you? Why are you tied here?"
As Debbie came to, and realized that it was Tisa, she started to cry with joy. She moved her lips slowly, and spoke very softly. Tisa had to lean closer to hear.
And this was what she heard.
Last night, when the police had brought Debbie home, her father had gone to answer the door. When he was with the cops, he spoke to them politely, and told them he was happy that they had brought his girl home.
"I'm sure that she'll never try to do this again," her father had said, and then, about two minutes later, after the front door was closed and there was the sound of the cops closing their car doors, then the car driving away, he struck her.
He hit her so hard across the face, and she fell to the floor. Then he started to kick her, and as she crawled away, he kept moving after her. He kept kicking at her body as she crawled up the stairs to her room.
"What's going on?" she'd heard her mother say, and then she saw the woman coming out of the bedroom, half-naked.
"This little bitch had tried to run away," her father said, and Debbie started to realize that neither one of them had been aware of her disappearance. They had probably been doing what they usually did, and didn't even acknowledge the fact that she hadn't come home from school.
But once they knew, they both started to kick her. And then, her father grabbed her by her long black hair and dragged her into her bedroom. He started to pull off her clothing, and as he saw the lash marks on her back and buttocks, he got even more angry, and called her a whore.
"What did you do, whore? Run off with your boyfriend? Is that it?"
While he had been stripping her, her brother had been getting the straps. The two of them worked as a team, abusing her.
First, they had pulled her hands up over her head, and her father had taken a thick leather strap. He bound her wrists together, and pulled the leather tight so that she would not be able to get free at all.
Then, he took a leather whip and started to lash her body. Her mother pulled her legs up over her head, so that her ass could be whipped.
"Yes, keep whipping her," the woman had m screamed. "She doesn't seem to understand anything else, so we'll have to do it this way. Keep whipping this bitch."
And he did, until her ass was sore and red with lash marks.
Then he let her lie flat on the bed, with her hands still bound, and they continued to whip her. Each one had a leather strap in his or her hand, and Debbie closed her eyes because she could not watch them.
"Remember I told you how they both hate me?" she asked Tisa. "Well, last night proved it. They took turns whipping me to punish me.
After they were finished, they left her bound. They left the room, and she could hear their bed springs coming from their room. She heard a moaning and groaning, and the sound of some slapping. She knew that they were fucking each other in the next room, and felt as if they had used her as their foreplay. When she heard her father screaming out loud, she knew that he was coming in her mother.
She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep after that, but she just couldn't sleep. Her ass was sore, and she kept trying to pick it up off the bed, but it was impossible. In the end, she fell asleep out of exhaustion.
But her night did not end when she fell asleep. Sometime later, she could feel something between her legs, and she woke up.
"What was it?" Tisa asked, because Debbie started to choke on her words.
It took her the longest time to come out and say what it was. Her father. He had snuck back into her room, after her mother had been asleep, and he started to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy.
He worked her clit over, gently flicking it back and forth, and she could feel the way she was not responding at all.
"Someone else fucked you today," he was saying to her. "I know that you can come because you were fucked when you ran away."
And then, he moved his mouth down on her cunt. He spread her legs as wide apart as he possibly could and he started to move his tongue to her clit. He flicked her love button back and forth, and he moaned when he sucked out some cream.
She had been watching him, raising her head as high as she could. She had seen the way he'd moved his hand to his crotch, and he started to jerk it a little bit, and she knew what that meant. He was playing with his dick to get it hard again.
She came very mildly. Her body was wracked with too much pain, and also the idea of her father doing this to her turned her off. She had always hated her father, and even if she'd loved him, she didn't know if she wanted to have him fuck her. But because she did hate him, she knew that she didn't want him to fuck her for sure.
Still she was bound. He'd started to slide his way up her body, and soon, he was moving his cock right into her pussy. He rammed himself in, and she opened her mouth to scream, but he moved his hand to cover her mouth.
"Just shut the fuck up, you little whore," he said. "Your mother wouldn't like it if she knew that I was doing this."
Each time that he rammed his cock into her, his groin would slap against her ass, and her ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire.
He slid his hands up to her tits and started to pull on her nipples hard, and she could feel the way that they stiffened, and then started to throb. But even though they were throbbing, she was not feeling pleasure.
He was abusing her too much for her to feel pleasure.
When he started to throb in her pussy for the first time, she hoped that he would come. His cock was only about the third cock that Debbie had ever felt inside of her body, but it was the thickest, and when he started to throb harder, she could feel the way his cock was almost ripping her apart.
He did slow down, though, and she groaned a little bit. Then, he had slapped her so hard across the face, she thought her neck was twisting.
"I don't want you to make any sounds, you bitch. Do you want her to hear?"
And she felt him stuff something into her mouth. Later, she would know that it was one of her socks. It was just something to keep her quiet, and it worked.
He kept fucking her for the longest time, and he was abusing her body at the same time, pulling hard at her nipples, or at any other part of her skin. Then, as he started to come in her, he was moaning loud.
He buried his mouth against her shoulder so that his wife would not hear, and he kept ramming his cock deeper into her.
As he pulled his dick out of her pussy, he squeezed the last few drops of come out of his cock, and the drops of come landed on her pubic patch. He moved his fingers there and rubbed the come into her black hairs.
Then, he licked and bit his way down her body. He pushed her legs up over her head and he started to move his mouth to her pussy.
He sucked the come out of her, and as he was doing it, he was telling her why he was doing it. He didn't want her to wake up with a dripping pussy, because then if her mother saw it, the woman might be suspicious.
Debbie had hated it. When he was eating her pussy, he was just as abusive with her as he had been when he was fucking her. He slapped her ass a few times, and since her buttocks were so sore from the whipping that he had done earlier, having him slap her was no laughing matter. She was in great pain.
Soon, he had eaten all the come out of her, but he was hard again, so he ended up pulling the gag out of her mouth.
"And he fucked my face," she whispered to Tisa. "You have to promise me that you won't say a word about this to anyone."
"No," Tisa said. "I swear that I wouldn't, Debbie."
And Debbie talked about how his balls were slapping against her chin each time that he rammed his huge cock into her mouth. She talked about how she thought her jaw was going to be ripped open, and how she was choking around his cock shaft.
She told Tisa how he started to throb, and then he rammed his cock deep into her mouth and started to come in her throat.
Debbie almost choked on his come, because some of it went down the wrong track. She coughed it up, and then she just managed to swallow it. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he slapped her hard across the face, first with his semi-hard cock, and then with his hand, and he yelled at her again, in a low voice.
"Do you want your mother to hear you choking like that, you stupid bitch?" he screamed at her. "Don't you know any better?"
And he started to lash her buttocks with a leather strap, a few more times.
Then, he left the room, and she had to fall asleep again, even though her body was wracked with more pain than it had been when he first came in.
"That bastard," Tisa said to her friend. "That fucking bastard."
"She's a cunt, too. She doesn't know what he did to me, but it was her idea to keep me tied to the bed this morning."
"Are you serious? She was so sincere with me downstairs."
"Isn't she the best bullshit artist around? They came in here this morning and both looked at me? My father thought they should untie me and I should go to school, but my mother said that I should be taught a lesson. If they kept me here and didn't give me anything to eat and drink all day, then maybe I'd think about what a bitch I had been by trying to run away."
"Do you want something else to drink?" Tisa asked, and when Debbie shook her head yes, the girl gave her some more water.
Tisa felt so helpless. She started to tell Debbie about how she had been whipped last night, and she even pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down so that she could show Debbie how sore her ass was.
"But I didn't know that there were people worse than my parents," she said to Debbie. "They sound like real shits."
As she talked, she was hardly even aware of the way she was touching her friend's naked flesh, but she was, gently, and lovingly.
Perhaps she was doing it because she could see how much pain Debbie was in, and she did want to free her. In fact, she first started to stroke the black-haired girl's arm, and she moved her hand up toward the hand.
She even tugged a little bit at the leather strap around the girl's wrist, and she leaned over and whispered.
"I could untie you now, if you want me to, Debbie."
"You know that I do want you to, Tisa, but if my mother comes home and finds me free, I'm sure that she'd do something even worse."
"What could be worse than this?" Tisa asked her.
Debbie just kept her mouth closed. She had witnessed worse than this, like the time her father got mad at her mother and started to ram his cock into her asshole. She had seen the way the woman tried to fight him off, and then, when he did get into her, she'd seen the look of pain on her mother's face.
And she'd seen the blood, too, all over her father's cock.
"What should I do then?" Tisa asked her. "You look like you're in so much pain, that I wish there was something I could do."
"Just touch me lightly," Debbie started to moan. "That feels nice. After being whipped and abused, it feels nice to be stroked lightly."
Tisa started to slide her hand through her friend's hair, and then she moved her hand right down Debbie's neck, toward one of her breasts. She had seen her friend's tits many times, but she had never seen them with lash marks. The once beautiful tits now looked marred, though they were still lovely.
Tisa's finger began to move in a circular motion around the black nipple.
As she saw the way the nipple started to get stiffer, she was so fascinated, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning over.
Tisa moved her lips to her friend's nipple, and she started to suck on it gently. As she held the black dot between her lips, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip of it, and Debbie was moaning.
She moved her fingers to the other one so that she could work it over while she was sucking on the first one, and then, when she moved her mouth to the second one, her fingers moved back to the first.
Her saliva was all over the nipple, and she could feel how hard it was to grasp it tight, but she managed to do it. Then, after working over both nipples for a while, moving her mouth back and forth from one to the other, Tisa started to lick her way down her friend's whip lashed belly.
She ran her tongue over the pattern of the lash marks, thinking that they must have been stinging still, until her tongue made them feel better. She heard the way that Debbie started to moan loud.
"Oh, that's so nice, Tisa. You don't know what you're doing to me. After what they did to me last night, this is wonderful."
Tisa was so happy. She could feel the way her cunt was tingling a little bit, just because it excited her to taste her friend's flesh. There was something a little salty about the taste of the flesh, and there was nothing at all bitter about it. She thought that she could taste some blood, too, and she did know what blood tasted like.
Still, if there was any blood, it was dried, and her tongue just kept working over all of the belly flesh, until she was near her friend's pussy.
Tisa looked at the black pubic hairs, and she moved her tongue past them. Then she decided to start down at the feet.
She slid her tongue all the way around the toes, on both feet, and she could hear the way that Debbie was moaning louder. Debbie seemed to love it the most when Tisa was flicking her tongue between the girl's toes.
Slowly, the blonde started to lick her way up the bound girl's body. She moved her tongue along the calves, and then the thighs, and as she got closer to the girl's pussy, she saw the open red cunt lips.
She stuck her tongue out, but didn't touch them at first.
"It's all right, Tisa," Debbie moaned. "I'd know why you're doing this. I'd know that you're just doing it to please me. I won't think that you're a lesbian or anything like that. I'd be happy to have you lick me."
Debbie could feel the way her cunt was already starting to get wet, because even though Tisa hadn't licked her, the blonde was breathing heavily, and her lips were close enough to the cunt so that warm air rushes were moving inside of Debbie.
Debbie lifted her pussy up a little bit, and her cunt lips moved close to Tisa's mouth. The blonde girl stuck her tongue out, and she tasted the flavor of another woman for the very first time in her life.
At first, she just tasted a little bit of the flavor from the cunt lips, but then, the lips parted even more. Her tongue started to make contact with the clit, and when the clit got very stiff, Debbie moaned louder.
Then, she started to come very hard, and Tisa felt the rush of juices flowing into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could to swallow them, and loved it.
She continued to suck for such a long time.
She wanted more and more, and hoped that it would never end.
CHAPTER FIVE
She could not stop sucking, because the cream just tasted so good. She felt the way that Debbie was thrusting her hips up and down against her face, and she managed to slide her hands up to her friend's tits.
Tisa began to pluck lightly at the nipples, and she could feel the way they were still stiff and throbbing, only this time they seemed to be throbbing in a different way. They felt so fucking good.
"Oh, Tisa, I'm so glad you came here today," the bound girl said. "You've made my day. All morning I've been feeling like committing suicide."
"I could understand that," Tisa said, rubbing her chin against the cunt lips for a few seconds. "I think your parents both suck."
"I told you they were shits. I told you. You do have it better than I do. Your father is just a shit. My mother and father both suck."
Tisa didn't want to hear about it anymore. Thoughts of her father were starting to bring her head down, and the taste and smell of this cunt was bringing her head up, and she just wanted to be higher and higher.
She spread the cunt lips wider with her fingers after massaging the nipples enough, and when the clit was exposed, she started to nibble on it. She could sense how hard she could nibble, before it would start to hurt Debbie, and she made sure that she didn't bite too hard. After all, Debbie had been hurt enough.
"Oh, keep licking me, please," Debbie moaned. "It's better than it's ever been with anyone else. With Jerry, or my father, or anyone."
And Tisa was really happy. She didn't want her friend to think that she was a lesbian, still. It was the very first time she had ever licked another cunt, and she wanted to let Debbie know it. But since she was causing so much pleasure to flow through the bound girl, it didn't seem like the time to talk about it.
She just kept licking and sucking. At one point, she could see the way Debbie was trying to pull her legs up a little higher.
Tisa helped by pushing them up, and she looked at the girl's ass.
If she thought her ass had been whipped bad, she didn't know what bad was until she got a look at Debbie's. There were large sections where the skin was red and sore and scabbed, and she could understand how uncomfortable it had to be for the girl to be lying there with her ass pressed on the bed.
With her ass off the bed then, Tisa was able to lick it. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick the curved ass cheeks, trying to move her tongue toward the areas of flesh that looked the most sore.
She could tell, from the way that Debbie was moaning, that she was doing a fairly good job, and she kept working her tongue all over those ass cheeks. Then, she started to lower the girl down again, and she moved her mouth back to Debbie's pussy. She was so sure that she could suck a lot more cream.
But then, as she was working her friend over, there was a noise.
"What's that?" she said to Debbie, as she raised her head.
"It's probably my mother, coming home from shopping. I think that was the back door. Wait. Don't make a move. Don't make a sound."
And both girls were completely still and silent as they listened.
"Yes, it's her," Debbie said, softly. "I can tell by the way she's walking. Quick, she's on her way up the stairs. Hide in the closet."
Tisa picked up her books, and ran toward Debbie's closet. She pulled the door closed just as she heard the bedroom door opened, and she could see the girl's mother through the cracks on the door. She saw the look on Debbie's mother's face as the woman walked toward the bed and looked down.
She looked like the most evil bitch on two feet. Tisa had been charmed by the woman less than an hour earlier, but now, as she kept looking at the expression on the woman's face, she hated her. What a bitch.
"How come your body's all wet?" the woman asked Debbie, as she slid her hand over the girl's naked, sore flesh. "Why are you so wet? Here, and in your pussy?"
"I don't know," Debbie said. "It's warm in here."
"You lying little bitch," the woman said, and she bent down and picked up leather belt that was on the floor. "Tell me the truth."
"It's warm in here. That's all there is to it."
"You little bitch," the woman screamed out, and she pulled the leather belt behind her and lashed it right down on Debbie's tits. She hit them both and the girl screamed out, a blood-curdling sound coming from her throat. "Now tell me. Tell me."
Tisa saw the way Debbie just glanced toward the closet, and it was not a long enough glance for her mother to pick up on anything. The woman started to lash the bound girl's flesh over and over again, and Debbie was soon bleeding. There were a lot of fresh wounds on her body, and old ones were being opened again.
Tisa closed her eyes for a few seconds. She could not watch.
But she was also thinking about what she would like to do to this lady. She was thinking about how she would like to tie that big bitch up and strip her. Then when the woman was completely powerless, Tisa would take two huge dildoes and shove them up the woman's cunt and her asshole. She would put the bigger one up the woman's asshole and drive it in as deep and as hard as she could.
And even if the big bitch screamed, it would do no good.
Because screams didn't seem to effect the woman, Tisa thought that she would not let the woman's screams effect her. Perhaps, she was even thinking, if the bitch screamed too much, a third dildo would be needed, and that one would be stuffed right down the woman's throat to shut her the fuck up.
When she opened her eyes, it was because the sound of the lashing had stopped. She saw the way the woman was just standing over her daughter.
"We should starve you to death," the woman said, spitting the words out.
"If you hate me so much, why were you so mad at me for running away? I thought you would be happy about me leaving."
"We weren't so sad, you stupid bitch," the woman said. "But if you're going to run away, make sure you do it and get away. Don't let the police pick you up."
Tisa could not believe it. Here was a mother who seemed to have absolutely no love at all for her daughter. Here was a mother who was just upset at her daughter for having been picked up. The fact that the daughter had run away didn't bother her.
"Now I'm going down to make dinner. Your father and I have decided to untie you tonight. Tomorrow you'll go back to school, and you'll act as if nothing happened. If anyone asks about your bruises, you tell them you fell down."
"They'd really believe that," the girl said, sarcastically, and her mother pulled her hand back and slapped her across the face.
"Just shut the fuck up," the woman said. "I'll be back with your dinner in about a half an hour. I don't want to hear a peep from you until then."
Then she walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut behind her. The slamming sound echoed through Tisa's mind, and she waited until she was sure that the woman had walked down the stairs. She waited in the closet, though she did open the door, and when she saw Debbie nodding her head, she stepped out.
"What a bitch," Tisa moaned. "I've never seen anything like that."
"I told you. And you want to know what else? Sometimes she convinces herself that she's doing this because she loves me."
"What a sick bitch," Tisa said, and she moved her fingers back to her friend's pussy and started to stroke it.
"No, don't," Debbie said to her. "She'll come up and find me wet again, and then shell hurt me all over. I'm in such pain."
"Sssh, don't worry," Tisa moaned. "This time I'll make sure to lick all the cream out of you. Don't worry about a thing."
She moved her mouth back down to her friend's cunt, and she spread the cunt lips as gently as she possibly could, for she knew how sore every part of Debbie's body was now. She moved her tongue to the clit and licked it gently, then heard the way that Debbie was muffling her own moans.
She was doing it by biting her lower lip, and that way, she didn't moan loud enough for her mother to hear her from downstairs.
Tisa sucked her as hard as she could, and when the juices were flowing onto her tongue, she just lapped at them and loved them.
When she knew that it was almost time for her to go, she started to move her tongue deeper inside of her friend's cunt. She started to lick the cream off the cunt walls trying not to make any kind of contact with the clit. That way, she knew, she wouldn't cause anymore cream to flow.
She did lick the pussy dry, and then she stood up. She moved her lips to Debbie's and kissed her very gently.
"I'll sneak out the front," she said. "Your mother should still be in the kitchen. Ill sneak out the front door."
"All right," Debbie said. "Thanks for everything. I'm so glad that you stopped by to see me, even if it was under these circumstances."
"I'm glad I stopped here, too," Tisa said. "I hope that they do let you go to school tomorrow. I hope that they don't keep you tied again."
"Me, too. If I'm not in school, try to stop by tomorrow just to see if I'm still alive. I'm not kidding, either," Debbie said.
Tisa picked up her school books, and then she opened her friend's bedroom door as quietly as she could. She walked down the hall and down the stairs, happy that the house was carpeted wall to wall. She made it out the front door and pulled it closed gently so that it made no noise.
Then, she ran down the blocks fast as she could, just to get away from the house in case Debbie's mother might be looking out a window. And as she started to walk home slowly, she started to think about things.
Maybe Debbie was right in saying that she had it a little bit better, because she got along with her mother, while both Debbie's mother and father shit all over her.
But if Debbie only knew, Tisa was thinking. If she only knew why she hated her own father so much, then maybe the girl would understand a little bit more. If her mother only knew, too, then maybe she would understand.
But Tisa could not tell her mother. She loved the woman too much and didn't think that her mother wanted to hear about it.
She couldn't stop thinking about it now, as she was walking home.
She remembered that time when she was eleven, and she was on her way to her father's office to visit him. He didn't know that she was coming, but she had told her mother that she wanted to go see Daddy.
She knew how to take the bus and trains, and she arrived at his office. The front door was open, so young Tisa stepped right in. She was shocked to see that there was no one in the outer office, and she started to walk toward his private office. She opened the door just a bit when she heard it.
"Yeah, bitch, keep sucking," her father had been moaning. "Keep sucking."
And Tisa looked in and saw him. He was leaning back against his desk, and had all his clothes off. A redhead, who was his secretary at the time, was on her knees in front of him, and she was sucking his cock.
He held a thick leather whip in his hand, and every so often, he would lash it down against the redhead's back. Tisa was transfixed. She was shocked and grossed out as well, but she couldn't move, as if she was glued to the spot.
Up until that time, she had always thought her parents were so happy.
True, they would have their share of arguments, but she had always thought it was normal for married couples to have some fights.
And only a few days earlier, hadn't she heard him telling her mother how much he loved her? Hadn't she heard him telling her mother that she was the only woman for him and that he never wanted any other women?
He was a goddamn lying cheating hypocrite, she knew then, as she watched the way he kept ramming his cock in and out of the redhead's mouth.
Then, he pulled her head away, and moved his hands under her arms. He helped her stand up, and he kissed her so hard on the lips. Tisa could tell that he was thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
He pushed her down on his desk, on her back, and he spread her legs. Within a few more seconds, he was on his knees eating her.
It was the first time Tisa had ever seen him making it with anyone. She had known what her parents were doing behind closed doors, but she had never bothered to go and watch them because she didn't think it would be right. But there he was, playing with his hard dick while he was eating this redhead's pussy.
She played with her own tits as he ate her, and every so often his hand would pull back and he would crack the whip against her flesh. He hit her tits and her belly on occasion, and she seemed to love it.
Then, he stood up and started to rub his hard cock against the redhead's cunt lips. Tisa wiped a tear from her eyes, as she saw the way her father held onto this woman's hips and rammed his cock deep into her cunt, with one hard thrust. His groin slapped against her thighs, and she moaned loud.
"Oh yeah, Roger, fuck me baby," she was moaning. "Work that magnificent cock in and out of me. Fuck my hot pussy hole."
"You got it, bitch. You know how much I love fucking you."
"And you know how much I love getting fucked by you, baby."
And that let the young eleven-year-old Tisa know that this was not the first time her father had been fucking with this woman. They had done it other times, though she had no idea of how many other times.
He kept hitting her with the leather whip, hitting her tits and her belly, and there was one point when he wrapped the leather whip around her tit and started to pull it real hard, so that her breast kind of swelled up like a balloon. She was licking her lips when he did that, and when he moved his mouth down to her tit and started to suck on her red nipple, she moaned louder.
"Now from behind," he said to her, and he pulled his dick out of her cunt.
She turned her body around so that her feet were on the floor and she was leaning face forward across his desk.
He rubbed his dick against her pussy from behind and entered her. As he started to fuck her this way, he was whipping her backhand she seemed to be loving it. She was moaning louder and louder, and then he said something.
"How about your ass, baby? How would you like my dick in your ass?"
"You know that I love it in my ass," she said to him. "You know that I love that dick of yours wherever you want to put it. I love it in my ass, my cunt, and my mouth. I love it in all three holes."
"Too bad I don't have three dicks to fill each hole for you."
And he'd pulled his dick out of her cunt, and he'd moved the head of it toward her asshole. He eased himself right into her, then he grabbed hold of her hips and he started to thrust in and out of her again, hard.
Each time that he moved his cock deep into her asshole, he would slap her buttocks and smash the whip against her back.
She seemed to love it. Her whole body was shaking as he was fucking her, and her skin was covered with a thick coat of sweat.
"Yeah, now fuck my cunt again," she moaned, and he pulled his wet cock out of her ass and moved it into her cunt.
Tisa didn't remember how many times he had done that, but she saw his cock so many times as he moved it from one hole, to the other.
Then, when he was in her cunt at one point, he started to fuck her faster and harder, and he was moaning louder the whole time. His buttocks seemed to get so taut, and they were covered with a light sweat.
"Now, shoot it into me," the redhead had started to moan. "Shoot it into me. I can feel the way you're ready to fill my hot pussy hole."
"Then take it," he moaned, and he rammed his way in hard. He started to moan really loud, a kind of purring moan, and the woman was talking about how good it was to feel his warm come inside of her.
She talked about how her cunt muscles were going to keep working around him to suck the cream out of him, and how much she loved the feeling of his cock shooting off cream inside of her. She slid her hand back behind his buttocks and she started to massage his ass cheeks gently.
"Oh, yes, that was wonderful," the woman moaned. "It felt so good."
"Yes, it did," he was saying to her. "It felt really nice."
And just then, Tisa dropped one of her books. She had been clinging to her school books, almost for some kind of support, but after it was over and there seemed to be less tension there in the room, she let one fall.
Both the redhead and her father turned their heads.
"Tisa," he yelled out, and she started to back away. He pulled his cock out of the woman's cunt, and turned to face the girl. "Tisa, what are you doing here?"
He started to walk closer to her, and she remembered backing up into his secretary's desk and thinking that someone was behind her, because she couldn't take another step backward. She opened her mouth to scream, as she felt her father's hands moving to her shoulders. He was going to touch both of her shoulders, but as she started to scream, he moved one of his hands to her mouth.
And then ...
She opened her front door. She had been thinking about this whole thing on the way home, and she had been walking so slowly. She had remembered the way the redhead looked as she dropped her book and the woman rolled over.
Her legs had been spread wider, and there had been some dripping from her cunt. The wetness seemed to have been seeping down the woman's thigh.
"Where were you?" she heard her mother saying, and she could hear such worry in the woman's voice. "Tisa, I've been worried sick about you."
"I'm sorry, Mother," she said to the woman. "I know I should have called you to let you know I would be late from school."
"Well, where were you?" she heard him say, and she glared at him.
He must have just gotten home from work a few minutes before she stepped in. She looked at him, and started to wonder if he ever thought about that day. She knew that she thought about it often.
She thought about it almost every time that she would look him in the eyes.
"Debbie wasn't in school today, and I wanted to see where she was."
"Oh, and did you?" her father asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes," she said, and she was just about to tell them what had happened to Debbie when she decided that she had better not. After all, she didn't know what their reaction would be, and she didn't want to get Debbie in anymore trouble.
Also, if she had thought about telling anyone, she would have just told her mother. She didn't want to let her father know. It might give him ideas.
"I was there for a while," Tisa said to both of them. "Her father hit her bad last night, worse than you hit me, all because she ran away."
He moved closer to her, and he reached down. He grabbed her by her long blonde hair, and he pulled it back, really hard, so that she was looking right up into his eyes. His cheating eyes, she kept thinking. His goddamn cheating eyes.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Tisa," Roger said to her. "You're going to have to come up with a better lie than that."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "That's where I was."
"Really? Then how come when your mother called Debbie's house, her mother said that you'd been there for only a few minutes, and she didn't even let you in because Debbie was sleeping? She said she would drive you home, but you refused."
"Because she didn't want you to know the truth about what they did to her," Tisa started to say. "She didn't want me to know the truth, too. That's why she didn't want to let me in the house. But I snuck in."
"You snuck into the house after you weren't invited?" he asked.
"Yes. Because I could tell that there was something wrong."
"You are a lying little bitch these past few days, aren't you?" Roger asked his daughter, and he started to open his belt. "We can't count on you to tell us one bit of truth, can we?"
He pulled his belt out of his pants loops, and Wendy moved closer.
"Please, Roger, there has to be some other way to settle this. That can't be the only way to settle something like this."
He pushed her back, hard. He pushed her back so hard that her back slammed against the wall, and she let out a groan.
"This is the only way to settle something like this. When you have a lying bitch for a daughter, one who causes you so much anguish, this is the only way to settle it."
He still held her hair as he pulled the belt back, and he lashed it out right on her hand. She felt the cutting leather stinging her hand, and she screamed and kicked him in the shins as hard as she could.
He let go of her hair, and she tried to run, but he was fast.
He ran right behind her, pulling the belt back. He followed her up the stairs, hitting her on the back and buttocks as she was trying to run from him. She ran into her room and threw herself on the bed, and he was right behind her.
Once she was on the bed, cowering and crying, she was an easy victim, and he started to whip his lying runaway daughter once again.
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you all right this morning, Roger?" Liz asked him, and he shook his head yes. She walked closer to his desk, and moved her hands to his shoulders. She started to massage him gently, and he leaned his head back against her breasts, and looked up at her, his eyes glowing, his lips parted in a slight smile.
"That feels wonderful, Liz," he said to her, moving his head around a little bit to feel the softness of her breasts even more.
"Anything to please. Now why don't you talk about it?"
He really didn't feel like it right now. He was trying to forget what had happened last night, not only between Tisa and himself, but also between Wendy and himself.
After he'd chased Tisa up to her room, and she'd been lying on her bed, trying to cover her face to keep it from being lashed, he'd started whipping her harder. The rage was rushing through his body, and each lashing was one way of unleashing his rage. He was feeling it because he was convinced she was a lying bitch. He was also feeling it because of the way she'd kicked him in the shins, that disobedient slut.
Suddenly, as he'd pulled the leather belt back again, perhaps for the thirtieth time or so, he felt something in his back.
"Stop it, Roger," he heard Wendy say to him. "Stop this right now."
He'd let his raised arm fall slowly to his side, and he'd turned his head. He could see her holding a sharp steak knife in both hands. The point of it was pressing against his back, not hard enough to cut into him (he probably would have killed Wendy later if she'd cut him), but hard enough to make her point come across clearly.
"I don't want you to whip her anymore," Wendy was saying, and he could see how shaky her hands were, even both of them held together.
"It's the only way," he said to her. "It's the only way to get her to listen."
"No. Look at her. Look at what you've done to her."
He looked at his daughter on the bed, in tears. But her tears, just like his wife's tears, didn't move him. He had always thought a woman cried just to get a man to do whatever the fuck she wanted him to do for her. In this case, he thought Tisa was crying so he wouldn't whip her anymore.
And yet, he was sure that his whipping had not even taught her a lesson.
He raised his arm again, almost as a kind of test to see what Wendy would do, and when he felt more pressure from her knife, he let his arm fall. He turned and walked right out of the room, but he stood by the door and listened.
Wendy moved right over to Tisa and sat on the bed. She started to stroke the girl's hair, and she kissed Tisa's forehead gently.
"It's going to be all right," she was saying softly. "It's going to be all right, Tisa. Don't you worry about anything. Don't you worry."
"I hate him so. much," Tisa was saying. "He's such a bastard. You should only know what a bastard he is. I hate him."
"No, don't talk that way. If you could only learn to love him more, it would be so much better for all of us. Try love instead of hate."
"How can you say that?" Tisa asked. "How can you say that. If you only knew that ... no. No. Forget it. Forget it. It's better for you to keep loving him."
"My, what a foolish thing to say. Now you go shower and get ready to eat."
Dinner was silent, and the mood was tense. He sat facing his wife, and nobody spoke a word. The only sound was the passing of dishes and the clanking of silverware and glasses, but that was all. Tisa hardly seemed to have an appetite, and he noticed that she could hardly sit down all the way on her chair, even though Wendy had put a pillow there for her to sit on.
And he waited. He waited and thought about what he would do.
After dinner, Wendy and Tisa sat in the den watching television. At about ten, Tisa got up to go to sleep. She kissed her mother good night, then turned to him.
"Good night," she said, in a voice that was so cold icicles came from her mouth.
And he waited a little bit longer. He wanted to make sure that Tisa would be sleeping, and also, he wanted to make sure that he and Wendy would be in their bedroom. He could tell that she was still angry with him. He sensed it in her every move, and he didn't care. If anyone should have been pissed off, he knew, he should be.
"I'm going up to sleep now," he said to her.
"Good night then. I'm really not tired. I'm going to stay up."
He knew she was doing it because she might have even sensed what he had planned. He didn't mind one bit. The two of them had gotten up early that morning, and they'd talked about how he'd whipped Tisa after the cop brought her home. He knew that she couldn't have that much energy left. Wendy would have to come to bed soon.
So he got undressed and got out a few belts. He put one under the pillows so he would just be able to reach for it, and he lay there for a while. He started to think of things that would make him hot. It had been a long time since he'd fantasized about Wendy in this kind of way, but he was.
His cock began to surge with blood, and he wrapped his large hand around his large cock and started to jerk himself slowly. He could feel the surging pleasure rushing through his body, and he closed his eyes and moaned softly to himself.
When Roger was feeling pleasure, he could lose all track of time, and the pleasure that he felt while jerking on his dick was great. He made sure not to come, and when he heard her voice a while later, he looked at the clock. He had been in bed for about two hours already, letting his fantasy take him away, though not far enough away so that he would be coming.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wendy asked him as she stepped into the room.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Jerking off."
She'd started to get undressed, and with her back to him, she said it.
"Good. I hope you come soon. Don't expect me to do anything to help."
What a fucking cunt bitch, he was thinking, but he said nothing.
As she slipped out, of her clothing, he looked at her naked body. She turned and noticed the way he was looking at her. For the first time in years she walked over to her dresser drawer and pulled out a nightie.
"What are you putting that on for?" he asked her.
"What do you think? It's a little cold here in this room. Don't you sense it?"
She was the only one who was being cold, he knew. That was what she meant, he knew that, too. For he was feeling nice and hot, and his hard bobbing cock was a sure indication of that feeling running through him.
When she lay down, he turned her back on him. Slowly, he reached for one of her hands, and she let him stroke it for a few seconds.
In fact, he was thinking that he had gotten her to submit to him. He thought that until he moved her hand over to his cock. Once she knew that he wanted her to jerk him, she pulled her hand away from his.
"Leave me alone," she said softly. "I just want to sleep. That's all."
"All right," he told her. "If that's all. Do what you want."
But he was still persistent, because he knew that he would get what he wanted. He started to rub himself against her back. She had to be able to feel his cock through her sheer nightie, and he started to lick her ear.
That was when she rolled over to face him. And as far as he was concerned, the bitch started the whole thing.
"Leave me alone, you prick," she said, pushing at him.
And that was all. He grabbed her hand, and then he slapped her hard across the face. He could sense the panic in her that second, and he knew how easy it would be to really get at her now. He threw his body on top of hers, his weight slamming down on her flesh, leaving her without any energy.
"You fucking cunt," he said, as he started to grab at her hands.
She had to sense what he was trying to do to her. She kept trying to pull her hands free. She kept trying to scratch and claw at him, and he knew she had no chance. He spoke as he started to pull the leather strap out from beneath the pillows.
"When I'm disciplining that bitch, don't you dare step in and make me out to be the fool. Do you hear me, you royal cunt? Do you hear me? How the fuck do you think I feel when you do something like that in front of her? It makes her lose all respect for me. Don't you know that, you bitch? Don't you know that?"
"She has no respect for you, you shitface," Wendy had said.
"She will learn it, if you don't butt in, bitch," he screamed, and by that time, he already had the strap wrapped around her wrists. He was holding it tight so that she couldn't loosen it. He tied a knot in the belt strap, and then he tied the end of it to the headboard above the bed.
He still had his body weight pressed down on her, and as he started to slide down her body, slowly, he pulled at her nightie. He ripped it from one shoulder, and with one more firm pull he ripped it off her body.
"You bastard," she screamed, as he started to slide between her legs.
He reached for another belt that he'd left near the floor. As he spread her legs and she kept kicking, he whipped her hard on the belly. She stopped kicking that second, and looked at him in such an evil way.
"You fucking prick. I hate your goddamn guts, you prick."
"Shut up, bitch," he said, and when she tried to kick him again, he lashed her thigh as hard as he had lashed the belly. He hit her thigh again, and she seemed to weaken, realizing that he would surely move the lashings closer to her pussy in a few seconds, if the bitch didn't watch herself.
Then, he moved his mouth right down to her pussy. He pressed his tongue into her dry cunt, and he started to lick her clit. It wasn't even stiff, and he could feel the way it was not responding. He sucked it between his lips, and even started to wiggle it back and forth while sucking it. Wendy usually went crazy when he did that.
She was resisting him, he knew. He felt it when she started to lock her legs around his head. She started to squeeze her thighs so fucking tight.
He could feel his ears ringing when she did that, and his only defense was the thick leather whip. He managed to get her right on the tits, really hard, and she let out a groan as she felt the stinging cutting whip.
She also loosened her leg lock, and he started to eat her again. When he sensed that she was not getting turned on, he started to spit into her pussy. He was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not, because his cock was raging hard and he knew that he wanted it. A dry pussy wouldn't be fun, though.
When Wendy had felt him spitting, she knew what she was in for. She started to purposely thrust her cunt up and down against his face, hard. Her cunt was slapping him in the face, and he pressed his hand hard on her belly.
"Cut that shit out," he said to her, in a gruff tone of voice.
As he felt her pussy getting wetter, more from his spit but a little from her own juices, he started to push her legs up. She still kept moving them around to try and keep him from getting into her.
He held the belt in his hand. When he had her legs up, he smashed the leather down on her ass so hard, that she let out a groan. He felt her legs going limp, and while that was happening, he rammed his dick into her.
She opened her mouth as if she was going to scream. He held the belt in both hands then, and pressed it down against her throat, choking her.
"Just shut your fucking mouth, you bitch. I won't kill you, but I won't let you scream out either. This is all a punishment for doing what you did when I was whipping Tisa. You'd better learn not to interfere. If I let you raise her, she would be the most spoiled little rotten bitch in the world."
He was fucking her nice and hard as he spoke, slamming his dick in and out of her pussy. He loved the way his groin felt when he thrust in and it slapped against her fleshy buttocks. He moaned softly as he felt her pussy spasming hard around his cock, and he finally eased up on the leather choker because she was gagging too much.
"Yeah, now feel this dick and remember who's in power here," he was moaning, as he kept slamming himself in and out of her.
Soon, he could feel the way her cunt was responding, and he was happy about that. It meant that he still turned her on physically, and that was good. After all she had been doing her best to try and resist him, and he'd broken her defenses.
Soon, he was moving his mouth down to one heaving tit, sucking the nipple between his lips and teeth, biting gently into her. He felt his raging dick starting to throb hard, but he made sure to slow down.
"Come in me already, you fucking bastard," she said to him, and he slapped her across the face with his hand. It was a kind of dare, and she knew it. She looked at him, and she said it again. "Fucking bastard."
He slapped her again. And that went on for a few minutes, almost as if it was a test of wills. She wanted to see if she could get in the last work, and seeing as how she was bound, and he had her legs pushed up over her head, he knew that she wasn't going to get the last word. He slapped her each time she called him a fucking bastard, even though her cheek was swollen after the third hard slap. .
As long as she was going to keep challenging him in this way, he was going to keep slapping her. He was going to be the winner.
In the end, no one really won. He started to throb hard in her cunt.
He felt the way this orgasm was going to be powerful, and there was no reason to slow down and try to keep from coming. The longer he fucked her, the more unpleasant she was making the atmosphere for fucking, and he wanted to come before some of her words might turn him off completely.
He smashed his hand across her face just as he shot off his first load of cream into her pussy, and he moaned loud in her ear.
"Yeah, you hot cunt. Take this goddam come of mine. Take it, you bitch. It's all for you. It's what you always wanted."
He could feel her cunt spasming around him, and he could feel the way her body was starting to sweat a little bit. Her flesh soon had a nice wet glow to it, and he kept rubbing his chest against her nipples and tits.
When his dick stopped shooting off, he still stayed inside of her. He loved the way her pussy kept his dick nice and warm after he would come, and he didn't pull out until his cock just went limp and it slid out.
As he rolled off her, he lay to one side of her. He rubbed his body against hers and started to lick her ear a little bit. But she turned her head on him, and he just untied her and got out of bed.
He picked up a blanket and a pillow, and walked down the hall to the guest room.
"Good," he thought he heard her say, but he didn't care. He sensed that she wanted him to sleep in another room, and rather than have her say it and think that she might have triumphed, he made the gesture so it looked like it was his idea.
Besides, he didn't trust her once she was free. He remembered her with the knife pressing against his back, and wouldn't have put it past her to try it while he slept.
He locked the guest room door so she could not get in, and he had a pretty good night's sleep, except for the fact that she didn't wake him in time. So when he got up he hopped into the shower, dressed quickly, and sat at the breakfast table while the three of them ate in silence. Except for a few words spoken by Tisa.
"Mother, where did you get those bruises on your cheek?" she asked Wendy, and Wendy just looked at him so Tisa did, too. And the girl knew.
So it had not been the best of nights for him. He was doing what he thought a father should do to discipline his daughter, and then when his wife turned on him, he had to discipline her, too, so that she would remember her place from now on.
As Liz was massaging his shoulders, he loved it. He could see the way the black-haired vixen was looking down at him, and she was licking her lips gently. Her massage was easing all the tension he was feeling, too.
He started to lick his lips, and then, he felt her leaning over. She pressed her lips down against his, and as she did, he opened his a little bit more. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, and as he started to suck on it, he could feel a heat blazing through his body.
When the kiss ended, she still kept her hot breasts pressed against the back of his head, and she started to slide her hands down his chest.
"I've wanted something like this to happen for months, you know," she said to him. "I've sensed that it would happen. But how come it's taken so long?"
"I don't know," he said to her, lying. He just hadn't wanted it to start all over again, his fucking with a secretary and all. He remembered what had happened with his hot redheaded secretary about five years ago.
But there seemed to be no sign that anything bad would happen now.
She slid her hands all the way down his chest, and she was leaning over as she moved them to his crotch and started to massage him. He moaned as he felt her hands playing with his cock bulge, and then she started to move around to the side.
He pulled his chair out from under his desk, and she slipped to her knees between his legs. Her fingers worked fast as they opened his zipper, and she reached into his pants and pulled his hard dick right out.
"Oh, it's fantastic," she moaned, as she stuck her tongue out and flicked it right over the head, licking away a drop of come or two.
Liz loved the taste of it, and she opened her mouth even wider and started to slide her lips down the silky cock pole.
She inhaled deeply, and held the head of his cock in her throat. She just loved the way his cock head seemed to fit so perfectly in her throat, and she started to moan around it as she slid her hand up to cup his balls.
He had to see what she looked like, he knew. He had been hoping something like this would happen too. He had known it would, though the reason it took so long was because he had been fighting it for as long as she'd been working for him. There was no reason in the world to fight it now.
He opened her blouse buttons slowly, and he looked at her tits. She was not wearing a bra, and her tits were nice and big and fleshy. He loved it when she sat up a little bit, and pointed his cock head at her tits. She leaned forward, and he felt the way his cock was soon nestling between her hot breasts.
He started to thrust up and down, fucking her tit cleavage.
Liz leaned forward and moved her mouth as close to her tits as possible. She pressed her tongue out from between her lips, and each time he would thrust upward and his cock head would appear from between her tits, her tongue would make contact with the head, and he was loving it.
Even though it was turning him on, he still wanted to see more of her. He leaned forward a little bit, and started to move his hands down to her skirt. It was awkward for him to do that and keep fucking her tits at the same time.
So Roger was happy when she slid her skirt zipper open, and then wiggled her hips so that her skirt slid down. He was happier when he saw the way her panties were stained in the front, from her dripping cunt cream. And he was happiest when she started to move her hand to her panties, and pushed them down.
He saw her dark cunt patch, and her wet cunt lips. She moved her fingers to her pussy and started to wiggle her clit back and forth, and he could see the way there was already some cream sliding down her fingers. He managed to slide his fingers into her for a second or two, and as he pulled them up to his nose and inhaled her sweet pussy scent, his cock started to throb. He could feel the way he throbbed between her soft breasts, and he moaned so loud as he started to come. He could not hold back.
The first load of come shot right between her tits, and she could feel it. He thought that she might have been upset, but she moaned rather loud herself. Then she pulled her tits away from his shooting cock and moved her mouth right down over his cock head, sucking it between her lips. She worked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock while he was coming, and he loved it.
He could feel the way she was even sucking harder, so her tongue flicks along with his suction was a wonderful combination.
As he shot off all his come, she kept his dick in her mouth, and he was happy that she kept it there for a long time.
Then, when she stood up, she moved her pussy to his face. He buried his face between her thighs, loving the heat of her flesh against his cheeks. He stuck his tongue out and started to wiggle her clit back and forth.
"Oh, I love it," she moaned softly. "I love the way that feels."
"It tastes pretty wonderful, too," he moaned, as he sucked a thick load of come right out of her pussy, and let it slide down his throat.
She started to reach for his dick, and she felt the way he was still only semi-hard, but that was all right. She knew he would be fully hard really soon.
She kept sliding her hand up and down his cock shaft, and he did swell a little bit. Then, she knew what he wanted him to do, but she was scared to ask. However, she was on the verge of coming hard in his mouth, and knew this would help her come better.
"Slap my ass, hard," she said to him. "Use your hand for now."
He looked up at the pleased expression on her face, and he smashed his hand down on her ass. He felt her flowing even harder, and he felt a surge in his cock, which he knew she had to be able to feel, too.
"Again," she said. "Again. It'll get your cock hard."
Then, when he was fully hard, she started to sit on him. He felt the warmth of her pussy, and he moaned.
"This is going to be the start of something good."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tisa walked to school alone, holding her books against her chest. She felt almost as if she was clinging to them. She felt as if they were the only thing left that she had to do, reading them and studying and all that.
For ever since that night when she'd come home late, her father had inflicted a strong curfew upon her. He had told her that she must come home from school every day as soon as class let out, and she had to study. At night, she was allowed to watch television, but if any boy were to call and ask her out, she had to refuse.
The only boy who had been calling recently was Jerry. He'd started to call her about three weeks after Debbie had run off, this time for good. Debbie had come back to school two days after her beating, and all she'd been talking about was how she was going to run away and never come back.
She'd asked Tisa to run off with her, but Tisa had said she didn't really feel like leaving right now. She was a little scared of not making it again, because she had seen great changes in her father.
They'd started that night when he whipped her for coming home late from school, after he claimed that Tisa had lied about being at Debbie's. She heard the sound of lashings coming from her parent's bedroom, and she could hear the way her mother was moaning. She'd gotten out of bed and had walked down the hall to watch.
The young blonde had been shocked to see the way he'd tied her mother to the bed. She'd thought about going into the room with a knife and saving her mother, the same way that her mother had saved her earlier in the evening.
She thought about it, yet she did nothing. There was nothing that she could do. She heard him telling her mother how he was doing this to her because of her interference when he had been whipping Tisa herself, and Tisa was sure that if she interfered now, her father would get back at her again.
So she had refused to run off with Debbie, just because she didn't want to leave her mother all alone in the house with him. And of course, also out of fear of his catching her if she didn't make it.
Then, a few days later, Debbie was gone. Tisa knew for sure when Debbie's parents had called her house, and her mother had answered the phone. Her mother had called her to the phone, and Tisa started to talk to Debbie's mother.
She tried not to let the woman know how happy she was that Debbie had made it, and deep down, she was hoping that Debbie would never be caught. After all, Tisa could hear the sincerity in Debbie's mother's voice. The woman was acting like she was really upset about her daughter having run off.
And hadn't she been the one who had told Debbie she didn't care if she ran off?
She was a hypocrite, and after Tisa hung up, she turned to her mother.
"She made it, Mom. Debbie got away."
"I'm surprised at you, Tisa. You're talking like the girl was involved in something so horrible that she had to get out."
"She was. I was there that day. I didn't lie. Her parents are horrible. Both of them are like Dad is. Can you imagine that? At least I have you to talk to."
She remembered that Debbie had told her that exact same thing, and she knew that she was going to miss Debbie more than any of her other friends.
Of course, there were reasons for that. Ever since the day when Tisa had gone over to visit Debbie, she'd been having dreams. She'd been dreaming about her friend, not tied up the way she had been, but spread naked on the bed anyway.
As she would remember the way she had been licking Debbie's cunt lips and taking in the sweet flavor of her pussy, she had started to play with herself. She still had some scabs on her body from the last lashing, which had been a few days before she had her first fantasy about Debbie, which was a few days after Debbie had run off.
Tisa had felt her pussy swelling, and getting wetter and wetter by the second. She'd started to wiggle her love button back and forth gently, and she'd moaned softly into her pillow, just to keep from having her father come into the room.
Her cunt swelled with more and more pleasure, as she remembered how much she had pleased Debbie while eating her. She did think, too, of the way the girl had been tied, remembering that her tongue had brought Debbie her only pleasures during those many hours when she was a bound victim. -
The dream started to occur almost every night, and sometimes, Tisa would cry herself to sleep, thinking that she would never see Debbie again.
And another thing was occurring, almost every night. Her father was beating up on her mother, more often than not. Tisa would hear the sound of painful groans, and she would usually sneak down the hall to watch, just to see if it was happening all over again. She knew why he was doing it. She knew the first night.
"If this is the only way I can take you from now on, then this is what I'm going to have to do," he'd screamed at his wife, as he tied her wrists together with a thick leather strap, then pulled the leather to the headboard.
That time, he spread her legs, too, and took more leather straps. He tied one around each ankle, then yanked hard and pulled the leather toward the posts at the foot of the bed. Then, he took a whip.
She'd never seen him using a whip before, because he had just been using his leather belts. The whip looked more menacing than the belt, and Tisa covered her mouth to keep from gasping too loud, especially when she saw how close her father came to whipping her mother right on the cunt lips.
Tisa had started to think about her mother's pussy then.
She'd seen it so many times, but she had never thought of making love to it. Still, when she saw the way he abused her, she remembered the way that Debbie had been abused by her parents, and how her tongue had soothed Debbie's flesh.
She saw lash marks on her mother's body, and thought about how her tongue would be able to lick the pain away. And as she would be licking the lash marks, her tongue would make its way down to her mother's cunt, and she would start to lick her pussy. She would work her mother's clit over, flicking it back and forth with her tongue, and in that way, she would make her mother feel pleasure.
For it was obvious that her father was not doing that job anymore. It was obvious that if he was bringing any feelings to Tisa's mother at all, they were feelings of pain, anger and disgust. Tisa hated him even more.
Then, about two weeks after Debbie had run off, Jerry called her for a date. She had to refuse, because her father would not let her go out. He still came on to her at school, and just a few weeks back, she'd let him drive her home. As he had been driving down the street, slowly, he had taken her hand.
"You know, I do miss Debbie," he had said to her. "I really do miss her."
And as he had been speaking, she'd felt the way he took her hand and moved it right to his crotch. He forced her to start massaging his cock bulge, and she looked at him with a glint of hatred in her eyes.
"So this is what you miss about her, right?" she asked. "You just want someone to suck you off. You just need someone to get your rocks off."
"That's not true, Tisa. I like you. I've always liked you. I even forgive you for wrecking my car that last time you tried to run off."
"Well, thanks a fucking heap," she said to him. "I was feeling so much fucking guilt about your fucking car. I'm glad you eased my fucking mind."
"Hey, don't take it like that, Tisa. I didn't mean it that way."
"Then what the fuck do you mean by doing this?" she asked, and she pulled her hand away from his hand, and of course, from his crotch and held it up, so he would know that was what she was talking about.
Then he said it. He said something that made her go down on him.
"Well, it's just that I did want to see. I mean, a lot of the guys at school have been talking about you, and how cold you are toward boys. You know what that means, don't you? I mean, they all start to think it after a while."
"All start to think what?" she asked, knowing pretty much what he would say.
"That you're a lesbian. That you don't like men. That's what."
As soon as he had said it, she'd panicked. She knew that her dreams about Debbie and her sweet dripping pussy, as well as her fantasies about her mother and how she would like to bring her mother's bruised body some pleasure, were sure signs that she was a lesbian.
She had thought about her lust for pussy, but she had never come out and used the word lesbian before, in order to describe it. She knew that was what she was becoming, but she didn't want talk like that going around the school.
So, in order to have Jerry change the rumor, she pulled his cock out of his pants. She leaned over, trying not to hit her head against the steering wheel, and she started to take his cock head between her lips. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock a little bit.
And she did not like it at all. She did not like it because he not only tasted as good as she thought pussies tasted, but also because he moved his hand behind her head and started to push her down.
His grip was strong. She could not pull her head away from his hand, because he was soon pulling on her hair, and she could feel the way his cock was starting to enter his throat. She thought that she was going to gag on it, which she did, and she could feel tears streaming from her eyes.
She moaned around his cock, and managed to pull her mouth back. Then, she slid her hand around the base of his cock, and she started to slide her lips up and down the shaft, only moving as far down as her fist would allow. She liked it much better that way, as long as he didn't enter her throat.
Tisa didn't even have to know what to do to turn a man on. She could hear him telling her all kinds of things, and she listened.
"Flick your tongue over my cock head. I love that. I love it when it feels like you're driving your tongue into my slit."
So she did it. It was no skin off her nose, and he would be coming faster, too.
She did not expect to like the taste of his come, and her expectations were met. One of the reasons why, she knew, was because of the way he really tired to force her lips down when he was getting ready to come, as if he wanted to shoot his come load right into her throat, something she did not want at all.
She managed to keep her hand in place, and as he was throbbing, she wanted to pull her mouth away so badly.
But he held her down, and he started to shoot his load into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, so that as she was sucking the come out of him, it was also sliding right down her throat. That way, she didn't have to taste it for too long.
Tisa kept her lips around his cock until he let up on the back of her head, and when she pulled her mouth back, she licked her lips. That way, he would think she had loved the taste of his come, and he did.
"Yeah, you ain't no dyke," he said to her, smiling proudly. "No lesbian would eat my dick the way that you did. What enthusiasm. What gusto."
What an asshole, she had thought. He couldn't even tell the difference between a girl who loved to eat cock and a girl who hated it. But she was really glad that he thought she loved it. All lesbian rumors about her would be stopped.
Tisa had only sucked his cock for him once, and she didn't mind her father's punishment when it came to having to deal with Jerry. After all, it was her father who was not letting her go out at night with boys. She could tell Jerry that she really did want to see him (which was a lie) but that her father would not allow it, as he was punishing her, and trying to make sure she would not run off again.
And that saved her from having to let him fuck her, because she knew that would have come next.
He had told her as much the day that she sucked him off. After he pulled up in front of her house, and she started to get out, he grabbed her hand.
"I want to feel my cock inside of you next time," he said.
"Sure," she told him. "Don't worry. You will."
But she knew that there would be no next time. She could not go out with him at night, and even when he picked her up again and offered her a ride home, she could take it, but tell him that there would be no time.
Now, as she was walking toward the school, she was wondering what Jerry would try next. Just as she was wondering, he pulled right up in his car beside her.
"Would you like a lift to school?" he asked her.
"No, I'm fine, Jerry," Tisa told him. "I like to walk. It will be okay."
"No, come on. Look, I know for a fact that they're going to be having a fire drill during the first period today. We can make it to school late and they'd never even know, because they'll all be outside."
"How do you know something like that?" she asked, not wanting to come right out and tell him she thought he was full of shit.
"Inside info. Come on, Tisa. I know a place where we can go."
She kept looking into his eyes. She kept wondering if she should let him have her once. After all, she was the slightest bit curious about what a cock felt like. And she'd already sucked his cock off once for him.
She thought that she could get him to eat her first, and that would be nice. Then she would get him to fuck her, but she would not let him put his cock into her mouth. At least then she would know what a dick felt like.
She slid into the car, and sat next to him. The moment the door was closed, he floored the gas pedal, and the two of them were off. She saw him turn down a narrow road, and she knew he was taking her to Pleasure Cove. She knew that people went there late at night, and was a little bit scared about going there during the day.
Still, she had never been there, and as he stopped the car and turned to face her, he moved his lips to hers. She thought that he was too aggressive when it came to kissing her, but she moved with it.
Then she could feel the way he started to open her blouse buttons. He moved his mouth down to one of her tits, and sucked hard on her nipple. She could feel the way her nipple was beginning to respond, and she closed her eyes.
She knew why she was responding. She could see an image of Debbie lying naked on a bed, with one leg raised a little bit. That way, she could see her friend's cunt lips spread even wider for her, and she could imagine that she was moving her mouth right down to those lips to take in the taste!
"Yeah, you're getting real hot," she heard Jerry say. "I love it."
She felt him opening her pants, and he slid them and her panties down around her feet, and pulled them off, letting them fall on the front seat of the car. Tisa felt his lips moving toward her pussy then.
"Oh, a true blonde. I love it. I love the hairs right here."
He first started to lick her blonde cunt hairs, and she imagined that it was Debbie licking her. She could feel the way her clit began to respond, tingling a little bit, and she thrust herself upward a little more.
He sucked harder on her clit, and she came rather mildly.
She came, because in her mind, Debbie's cunt was flooding her face with come. She was sucking for air a little bit, and Jerry had to be thinking that she was trying to catch her breath. Instead, Tisa was sucking as if she was sucking the juices out of a wet, flowing cunt, and she loved her fantasy.
Jerry started to wiggle her clit faster, and she could feel the way he was moving his linger in and out of her pussy. He started to wiggle her clit a little bit and as much as she thought it felt nice, he was being much too hard.
She kept thinking that she didn't like someone to be so hard on her. Her father had seen to that, what with his whippings and all.
But maybe that was just the way men were. Maybe men just didn't know how to be more gentle, she was thinking. And if that was the case, then fuck them all, she could do without any man for the rest of her life.
When he started to lick his way up her body, she could feel his cock nibbling against her thigh. He was holding his dick at the base, moving it closer and closer to her pussy lips. She could feel some sense of panic spreading through her body, particularly when she felt the way her cunt lips spread to take in his cock head.
Tisa just prayed that it would not hurt. She started to dream about having Debbie sitting on her face, thinking that dreams of a flowing cunt would make it so much easier for her to handle. And it did, a little.
Jerry thrust his cock all the way into her. She felt as if her privacy was being invaded, and she didn't really like it too much. He held onto her hips, and he started to ram his cock in and out of her, rather fast.
Each time he rammed it in, Tisa could feel her thighs stinging.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, for a brief second, she could see the way he had his eyes closed, and how he had this look of determination on his face. She saw how he licked his lips a little bit.
Then she closed her eyes. It was not turning her on to watch him. If anything, it was turning her off. She felt like nothing but a big cunt for him to fuck, and she didn't like that feeling at all.
But Tisa started to talk herself into liking it. She started to tell herself that this was just the way it was, and because she wanted to make him think she was getting turned on, she faked her moans.
"Oh yeah, keep thrusting," she started to say to him. "Shit, I can feel it starting to happen now. I can feel it. Oh, it's wonderful."
And she could only think about how stupid he had to be to fall for it. She could only think that most men probably knew very little about the way a woman worked, and he was a typical example. She could pretend that she was coming, and he didn't even know enough about real pussy spasms to know she was lying to him.
She could sense something else, too. Her talking was turning him on more and more, so she continued to talk. The sooner he'd come, the better she would feel, she knew.
When his cock started to throb, she moaned loud, to cover up for the groans that she wanted to let out. His throbbing felt as if it was ripping her apart, and she didn't want to let him know that. Still and all, she loved the fact that it was going to be over so soon, and when he started to come in her, she moaned.
"Yes, keep filling me with that cream of yours, baby. Yes, I love it."
She was lying. She hated every second of it, but there was no reason to let him know.
He kept thrusting in and out of her for the longest time, until his cock just went limp and he fell out of her. He rested on top of her for a while, and then he moved his lips down to hers and kissed her.
After that, she sensed that he didn't give a shit about her. He had gotten his rocks off, and he was stuffing his spent dick back into his pants. He started the car and started to drive to school before he even gave her a chance to put her pants back on, but she did so during the drive.
As they pulled up in front of the school, there was silence in the car. She saw that he had been right. Everyone was outside, because they were in the middle of a fire drill, and he parked and the two of them joined their class.
"Thanks," he said to her, as he kissed her ear, then went to stand with some of his buddies. She was sure he would tell them he'd just fucked her, and she was happy that he would do it. Now, there would be no doubts among the boys about her sexuality, and it was even enough to make her snicker, and think about what a bunch of assholes almost all of those boys were.
As she stood alone, a few feet away from a group of girls in her class, she was still clutching her books. Suddenly, she thought she heard something.
"Psst. Psst. Tisa. Over here. Over here," the voice was saying.
She turned around to look, but saw nothing. Then, as the classes started to walk back into the school, she heard it again.
"Psst. Psst. Don't go back in yet. Come here, Tisa. Behind these bushes."
She was scared, and a little curious. She started to back up a little bit, and moved closer to the bushes. Then, she could see her.
"Debbie!" she cried out, in a voice low enough so no one would hear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Sssh, not so loud," she heard Debbie whisper. "Quick, duck behind these bushes until they've all gone inside. Come on."
"But what about school? I'll be late or something."
"Fuck school. What's more important? Me, or school?" Debbie asked, and as Tisa ducked behind the bushes, she got a good look at her friend.
Debbie's hair was no longer black. It was an orange color, and it looked so phony. Debbie started to laugh, and she pulled it back a little to let Tisa know that is was just a wig she had on.
They said nothing until the kids had gone into the school, and then Debbie took Tisa's hand and started to run away from the school, pulling the blonde behind her. They ran to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.
Debbie reached into her pocket and pulled out a joint, then lit it.
As she did, Tisa noticed something. Her friend was wearing a long sleeved blouse, and as she lit the joint, the sleeves were pulled back a little bit. She could see red lash marks on Debbie's arms.
"Where did you get those? Debbie, it's been weeks since you've been home. The lash marks that your father left on your body should have been healed by now."
"I know. They were. These are newer ones. Don't look so upset. Here, just have some of this and you'll feel good. I came back to get you."
"To get me? And take me where?"
"Away from all of this. From all of this shit. From your shitface father."
"He's gotten even worse," Tisa said. "Worse than he was before. He doesn't hit me so much, because I've been good and haven't tried to run away."
"His discipline is working then," Debbie said. "He's got you right where he wants you to be, that fucking bastard."
"He's been beating up my mother, though. He's been whipping her."
"The fucker should get hit by a car," Debbie said. "No, that's too quick. I think it would be better to let him freeze slowly. No, no, how about this? You hang him upside down by his balls, so that he's screaming in pain, and you slowly slit his throat so that he dies from loss of blood."
"Jesus, what a fucking mind," Tisa said.
"I've had a lot of time to think about these things, Tisa. Actually, I've thought of them happening to my parents. I'm sure they're really pissed at me for running off."
"Your mother sounded upset the day I talked to her."
"Of course she was upset. I stole five hundred dollars from them. They had it lying around the house. I figured they owed it to me for all the suffering they'd put me through. That's all there is to it."
"But where have you been living? What have you been doing?"
"That's what I came to talk to you about. I want you to come with me to the city so I can show you where I've been living. I also want to show you what I've been doing. Come on. You've cut out of school for the day. You'll be back home tonight at the regular time, if you want to be. Your father won't punish you."
Tisa knew that Debbie was right. She'd already missed some school, and she still had a few hours before she had to be home.
So she agreed to go with her friend to the city. She carried her school books with her as they ran to the subway, and the moment she was on the train, she felt wonderful and free, then realized that living home was making her feel something like a captive, and it was a feeling she detested.
When they arrived in the city, they started to walk toward the West Fifties. Tisa thought that the neighborhood was so scummy looking, and as they walked into a horrible looking building and then up the stairs, she realized that this was where Debbie had been living all this time.
The apartment, inside, was not as bad as the building would have led one to believe it was, but it was not that good either. Having grown up in a spotless house, kept that way by her mother, Tisa was not used to this kind of surrounding.
"Well, this is where I've been living," Debbie said, holding out her arms. "I know it's not the Ritz or anything like that, but it's a roof over my head."
As she held out her hands, her long sleeves slid up her arms even more, and Tisa grabbed one of her hands and pulled the sleeve up more. She could see some lash marks that looked so fresh, they could have happened within twenty-four hours.
"I don't understand this," she said to Debbie. "I thought you ran away to get away from this kind of abuse. Who's been whipping you? And how do you make money to live? Five hundred dollars can't have kept you this long."
"We're not finished with the city tour," Debbie said. "It just came out a few days ago, the first one I did and all. Come on. I know where it's playing."
"What? What are you talking about?" Tisa asked her friend.
But Debbie didn't say anything. She just grabbed Tisa's arm and they ran out.
It was good to get out of that neighborhood, but where they went to next was really no better. They walked down Eighth Avenue to Forty-second Street, and when they arrived there, Debbie led Tisa into a peep show place. Tisa was sure that they would both get thrown out, as the sign said you had to be twenty-one.
Instead, the man behind the counter smiled at Debbie, and winked.
"It's been a hot seller," he said to her. "Just thought you might want to know."
"I would if I was getting residuals. Since it was just a flat fee, I really don't give a shit. Or even two shits. Or three. Just give me some quarters."
The man gave her four quarters for the single that she gave him, and then she led Tisa into-the back, where they had peep show booths. Tisa could see all these men walking around, and a few of them started to give her the eye. She thought about each man and how they all had cocks, and hated them all.
"Here it is," Debbie said, and she stepped into a booth, then pulled Tisa in with her and closed and locked the door.
Then, she dropped a quarter into the slot, and the light went out. Tisa looked at the very first explicit movie she'd ever seen. She could see the close-ups of a cunt, with a thick cock moving in and out of it. The hair near the pussy was black, and the cock really seemed to be enormous.
Each time it moved all the way in, the balls slapped the thighs of the woman.
Then, when the camera pulled back a little more, you could see the woman's tits, but you couldn't see her face, as there was another man sitting on her tits. It was obvious that he was thrusting his prodding pleasure pole in and out of her mouth. Then, he lashed the girl on the belly with a leather strap he had in his hand.
And there was a close-up of the look of lust on the girl's face, right after she had been lashed hard. There was a thick cock in her mouth, and Tisa gasped.
"Why, Debbie, it's you," she said to her friend. "I can't believe that it's you up there. You're sucking that cock."
"That's not all. I'm getting fucked, and whipped at the same time. And look at how they have my hands tied up."
When the camera pulled back so you could see all three people at the same time, Tisa saw that her friend was telling the truth. Her hands had been pulled up over her head and they were bound together with thick leather straps.
Then, the man fucking her pussy started to do it harder. He pushed her legs up a little bit so that they were rubbing against the back of the other man, and he started to smash a leather strap against her buttocks.
Tisa had mixed feelings about all of this. She was trying to figure them all out when the film ended, and Debbie put in another quarter so it came right back on. She was getting turned on seeing her friend naked in the film, and was even getting turned on watching the cocks slide in and out of Debbie's body.
She remembered the time she had seen it close up, with Jerry, then thought about Jerry's come which was still in her pussy.
That didn't bother her at all. But what did bother her was the way Debbie's body was being abused. She was being whipped with leather straps over and over again, and she seemed to be loving it. There were times when the man in her mouth was ramming his cock all the way into her mouth. She had to have been choking on it, and yet, the look of lust was still very much in evidence on her face.
"Now watch this part," Debbie said, and just then, they had a shot of the cock fucking her pussy, and the man pulled out.
He looked like he was feeling the ultimate pleasure as he started to jerk his shaft and the come started to shoot out of his dick.
"God, I would hate that," Tisa said. "I mean, the man should have come in you."
"I know. But then you wouldn't have known he was coming, right?"
"I guess so. I never thought about it that way," Tisa said.
"You should. I mean, these are films being made for an audience to see. And anyway, when did you ever feel a cock in you. I thought you'd never been with a boy."
"Never, until this morning, Debbie. Don't get mad when I tell you who."
"Jerry," Debbie said. "I saw the two of you drive up together. Hey, I'm not mad. Do you think I could get mad at him for wanting to fuck you, when I've been doing things like this? Come on, girl, be real."
And she was starting to fall in love with Debbie, even more. She loved her friend's attitude, but she still wanted her to know.
"I didn't even like it, Debbie. I hated it, as a matter of fact."
"I thought that you would," Debbie said to her. "I mean, I'll never forget what you did to me that day when I was bound. I knew how much you loved me even then, and that was why I had to come and see you."
"What do you mean?" Tisa asked, and Debbie pointed. Just as she did, the screen went blank, and she had to drop another quarter into the slot. When the picture came back on, Tisa knew why Debbie had pointed. She wanted her to see what else was happening in the film, and Tisa loved what she saw.
The man who had been fucking her mouth was sliding down her body, and he was taking over for the man who had come near her cunt. As that man rammed his dick into her, he lashed her tits with his thick leather whip. Then, a lovely blonde woman appeared. She was naked, and her pussy looked like it was dripping.
She started to lower her cunt right down on Debbie's face, and Debbie stuck her tongue out and started to lick the woman's cunt.
"See?" she asked Tisa. "I've gotten into that, too. I was thinking about how nice you were to me, and I had to make up for it. Here."
Tisa felt her placing a few more quarters into her hand, and then, she saw the way that Debbie sunk to her knees in the booth. She started to open Tisa's pants, and Tisa let the girl just pull them down.
Then, she felt Debbie's warm lips moving to her pussy. She felt the way that Debbie started to flick her tongue in and out of her cunt.
It was wonderful. At first, the girl sucked the come that was here from earlier in the morning, right out of Tisa's cunt, and Tisa loved it.
She looked at the film, and saw the way the girl who was thrusting against Debbie's face was taking a whip and lashing Debbie on the belly. Tisa moved her fingers down and started to massage Debbie's breasts.
When she felt the nipples stiffening against the blouse material, she started to pinch them much harder than she ever would have thought of doing it. However, because she knew that Debbie was into it in the film, she thought that she would like it.
And she did. She could hear the way her friend was moaning, and she ran her fingers through Debbie's orange wig.
"Even if you hadn't told me that Jerry fucked you, I would have known it," she could hear Debbie moaning. "I can taste the come from your pussy, and I know that this is not just the come from a woman. I know that this is the come from a woman and a man, mixed together. I've had enough to know. Now I'm going to taste just you."
Tisa leaned back against the wall, and dropped another quarter into the slot when the film went off. She could see the way the woman was now standing up and letting the man eat her. The woman kept lashing Debbie's naked body.
Then, the man started to fuck her harder, and he pulled out. He jerked his cock with his hand, and the come was shooting all over Debbie's tits and belly. The woman whose cunt he was eating, lifted her foot up and started to rub her toes all over Debbie's flesh, smearing the come into her.
The film ended then, but it started all over again. There were even titles.
"Bound Bitch, starring Debbie," and then a few other names. Tisa thought it was great. Her friend was just going by her first name, and that way no one would know who it was. She loved it.
She also loved the way the film began. Debbie was sitting in a living room, all dressed, filing her nails. Suddenly, the front door bursts open, and three robbers make their way into the house. Of course, Tisa thought, he acting was pretty shitty, but what could you expect with no sound?
She loved it when they started to strip Debbie and tie her up. They all stood over her, two men and a woman, and each had a whip. They all started to whip her, and Debbie was writhing with pleasure in the film.
Tisa was writhing with pleasure in the peep show booth.
Debbie was eating her so well that she was coming harder than she had ever come in her life. It was better than her fantasy orgasms, too, where she would dream of eating Debbie while playing with herself.
Debbie's fast tongue was working her clit over, and her tongue seemed to be so long, too. When she drove it into Tisa, Tisa felt like she was being fucked by a cock.
Tisa watched as the two men in the film stripped, and then one of them started to move his limp dick near her mouth. She opened her mouth and began to suck on him, and it didn't take long for his cock to get hard.
The other man was moving between her legs, and Tisa knew that this was where they had come in. Still, she could get off watching it again, because the first time she had seen it, Debbie had not been eating her.
She started to pinch Debbie's nipples harder, and she could hear the way her friend's moans were muffled against her cunt. The warm air that Debbie blew into Tisa was making her spasm even harder, and Tisa just exploded for the third or fourth time.
She had lost track completely. All he knew was that she was so hot for Debbie. She moved her lips down to her friend's forehead and kissed her, then lifted Debbie to her feet and started to hug her.
"I want to make it with you so bad," she said. "Let's go back to your place."
"All right," Debbie said. "I want that, too: But pull your pants up before you step out of the booth. I think that's only suitable."
Tisa started to laugh, and she did what her friend said. She had been all ready to step out of the booth with her pants still down around her ankles, but she made sure that she looked proper before stepping out.
And as they started to walk outside, Debbie was talking.
You see, it was because of what my father did to me that I could get used to being bound and whipped. It doesn't turn me on so much, but it doesn't turn me off, either. A lot of actresses in these movies won't let that happen to them. I got paid a few hundred dollars because I was willing.
"Of course, it doesn't feel so hot while it's happening. I mean, there are cameras all around and all the people watching. I just try to get into the dicks or pussies that I'm with at the time, and try to forget about all the other people around me."
They walked a few more blocks, and Debbie was still talking.
"Maybe I should write my father a thank you note, just to let him know that if he hadn't abused me so much, I wouldn't be able to make a living. Of course, I'd even put something in with the note. Maybe I'll send a box of chocolate covered cherries. Poisoned, of course. So he gets my real message."
"That you still hate him?" Tisa asked.
"You got it. Hate is not even strong enough to describe the feelings."
And after they started to walk up the stairs, back to Debbie's apartment, she stopped talking about her father, and Tisa was happy about that. After all, she didn't want to be brought down. She wanted to have her pleasures take control of her body, and she wanted to be brought right up.
Both girls stripped in front of each other, and they both lay down on the bed. Debbie started to rub her body against Tisa's, and Tisa could feel the way the pleasure was already starting to surge through her. Then, Debbie was licking her way down, moving her mouth first to Tisa's breasts, then to her cunt.
She spread the cunt lips wide, and started to wiggle the clit back and forth. As she did that, Tisa moaned, and begged her friend to move her pussy right back over her face, which was just what Debbie did.
As Tisa felt the pussy moving down to her mouth, she started to come so hard, as this was what she had always dreamed about.
She noticed some lash marks on her friend's thighs, and she moved her tongue there first and started to lick her. She moved her tongue closer to Debbie's cunt, and started to lick her. As she pressed her tongue against Debbie's clit, she could feel all the juices rushing down into her mouth.
She sucked hard as she could, and the taste of them was making her come harder. Soon, both girls were lying on their sides, eating each other out, and as Debbie felt the way that Tisa licked her, she loved it, too.
She had been thinking about it ever since that time when Tisa had snuck into her room. She had sensed things even then, at least when it came to Tisa's feelings, and she had sensed the way her own feelings were starting to build up, too. She was feeling more and more attracted to Tisa.
When she had come for her third time, she pulled her mouth back and just let Tisa each her for a while. She had to catch her breath for a few seconds, and she could not do it while she was eating Tisa.
She did stroke her friend's body though, and as she did, she spoke softly.
"I would love you to come live here with me, Tisa. I know that you could get into these films, too. I mean, I've talked with some of the people about you and they think that you sound really perfect. You could make good money, and we could be together."
"I think I would like it," Tisa said, as she pulled her mouth away from Debbie's pussy, so she could catch her breath, too.
"Then you'll do it?" Debbie asked, and Tisa sat up.
She slid her fingers to her friend's nipples an; plucked at them. She pressed her palms down against the stiff nippled tits, and she could feel the way the nipples were starting to throb more under her touch.
"I don't know," Tisa said to her, and Debbie sat up then.
She wrapped her arms around her naked friend's body, and she moved her lips to Tisa's. As she kissed her, Tisa could feel the pleasure surging through her body, and Debbie knew it. Debbie even started to flick her tongue back and forth into her friend's mouth, and that increased their passion heat.
"Now, how can you tell me you don't know?" Debbie asked. "We feel so warm with each other. You know that we were made for each other."
"Yes, I do know that," Tisa said. "I've always felt it. There's only one thing. I mean, I want to get away from home and all."
"I know that. That's why I don't understand why you're stalling. You don't even have to go back now. You can just forget about home."
"I wish that I could," Tisa said. "But my mother has been really good to me. You always told me how much my mother loves me and all. I love her, too. I just can't run off until I know she'll be all right."
"She won't let you run off. You know that," Debbie said.
"She might. I'm going to talk to her. But in order to do that, I have to go back this afternoon, Debbie. But don't worry. It's not the end of us."
