"Good fuckin', real good," Jack murmured, stroking her pussy with his fingers.
"Now it's my turn, right?" Bill asked, starting to move around behind the girl.
Janet panicked, feeling her heart skip a beat. She couldn't take another fuck, couldn't stand having another cock rush through her pussy.
"Man, I don't think she's ready… not yet, anyways. She's been fucked by a pro," Jack said, flashing his buddies a wide grin. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out of her cunthole, grinning more widely as he watched her pussylips pucker out against the withdrawing dick.
"Oh! Oooh!" Janet moaned.
"Fuck, man, you always get the meat around here," Greig grumbled.
Jack wiped his dick off, staggering to his feet and sliding his cock back into his Levi's. His smile had faded to a frown as he straightened his jeans and zipped up.
"Man, you don't have to worry about her. She'll be back," Jack said.
Janet lay on the floor, her right arm covering her face. She heard Jack's words, and she nearly laughed out loud. Be back? Never, never would she even come close to this community let alone look him up! Never! They would see her in hell before they would see her back in Venice!
"Man, how? I mean…" Bill stammered.
"Well, she don't want us calling on her at home, does she?"
Jack bent down, picking up Janet's purse. Opening it, he fished out a wallet and finally found some I.D. "Janet Dennis – 567 Walgrove Avenue, Pasadena. That's you babe, right?"
The blonde teen felt her heart sinking. So now they knew where she lived! She could imagine her mother's horror when they drove up, hooted for her outside, startled the neighborhood by their presence! And they would be crude enough to do it, to let everybody know just how hot a fuck she was. And would the people believe she was raped? Would they, especially knowing she had been hanging out with a fast girl like Julie who was capable of anything?
Janet groaned, imagining the leering smiles she'd get at home and at school. And her mother, her poor, innocent mother, would have to bear the brunt of it all. No, she couldn't put her mother through something like that!
"And here's a phone number," Jack added, pulling another slip of paper out. "We got it, baby, and we're gonna use it. You just bet some day we're gonna give you a call… and if you don't show up, we'll have to drive up and getcha." Jack threw the purse down at her face and laughed.
Janet was too weak to say anything, too overwhelmed by the fury and power of her body to think about anything except getting out of here. Bill and Greig were still trying to convince Jack to let them fuck her as she staggered to her feet, pushing back the long blonde hair from her eyes and gathering up the remnants of her clothes. They had torn them badly, ripped the material in many places. How was she going to sneak past her mother? Again the girl thought about home, about the peace and quiet of her bedroom.
Groaning, Janet slipped her shredded clothes back on, them stumbled over to where Julie lay quietly. Her friend had been unconscious through the whole ordeal. Janet watched her and for a moment wished she could throw her friend to these maniacs and let them have at her.
"Huhhhghhh," Julie groaned as Janet shook her awake. "What… what happened?"
"Please, let's go…" Janet sobbed, feeling her still-swollen cunt throbbing between her shaky legs. She had to leave, had to get out of there.
Jack and Bill and Greig stood nearby, now drinking beers, staring silently at the two girls.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Janet, please, tell me what happened?" The blonde teen kept her eyes lowered, pushing her fork around the dinner plate. It was all she could do to keep her face from blushing furiously as her mother sat opposite at the dinner table interrogating her.
"Nothing. Julie and I just… well, we had a kind of argument and… and I don't wanna talk about it any more," she stammered.
Would her mother believe the story? Janet didn't dare look up to see if her explanation for, her recent strange behavior was having its desired effect.
"Well, arguments between girlfriends aren't all that uncommon," her mother sniffed, folding her fingers in front of her and resting her chin on them. "But I've never seen you moping around the house like this. It's just not like you. And your teachers have been calling up, saying you're not paying attention in class."
"I… I'll be all right. I've just got to work a few things out, that's all."
Janet felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. She blinked rapidly, turning away from her mother while shuffling her feet nervously under the table. She wanted to run away, rush from the chair and go up to her bedroom. It had only been four days since her brutal rape – four, horrible long days since those animals had thrown her down on the floor and fucked her brutally. It had been a miracle that she'd managed to get into the house and up to her room without her mother seeing her.