"My wife's a bitch," he said, his hands baring her tin, his breath hot against Mary's nipples. "She's always got something else to do when I want some action. So I don't get enough fucking. Not near enough."
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, God," Mary groaned, her cunt tightening around his hot, slick cock. She tried not to be excited, but her skin was tingling and her breathing was gone completely to hell. She pulled against the cuff on her right wrist. The car dipped as the young man thrust forward. There was a squishy sound as he penetrated her to the hilt. His cock wasn't as long or thick as Nate's. And Royce was a giant by comparison. But it was a cock and Mary couldn't help but respond. She realized then that she was becoming addicted to fucking.
"God… ohhhh baby, you're nice and tight!"
"Hurry and finish. Please… ohhh, uhhhhhh!"
The man was through before she reached her peak. She didn't care. She was ashamed of how easily she'd responded to his crude fucking. She had to find a way to control her emotions. She had to learn that sex was not something a girl should think about all the time.
The security man was still groaning, pumping his spurting cock in and out of her pussy. The rubber was overflowing with his cum. Mary could feel it leaking down her asscheeks, wetting the fender of his car.
"Now will you take me home?"
"Just a few more seconds," he panted, getting really deep. He dug his fingers into her ass, kissed her tits and neck. But when he tried to kiss her mouth, she turned away.
She wished she had the nerve to grab his gun and shoot him right between his balls!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary was thankful that her parents had left her alone for the week. At least no one could see her came in with nothing on but a nightie. She had made the security man let her off close to the garage sometime after two in the morning. No one in that suburban neighborhood was ever awake at that time of night. And once in the safely of her own home, she realized that her ordeal was over. It was as if she was returning from a strange dream. Or had it been a nightmare?
Despite her promise to Teresa, Mary was tempted to call the city police and make a complaint. But she was only tempted. When she thought of the unpleasant young man who'd taken her on the hood of his car, she wondered how many policemen might be of the same persuasion. She would probably be treated with suspicion. If they even believed her story at all. And Nate Rexford was the sort of man who knew people, the right people. Mary guessed that she would end up getting the short end of the stick.
It wasn't easy sleeping, but somehow she drifted off. The next morning she showered and dressed and busied herself with breakfast. She wanted to forget about everything that had happened. It wasn't easy. By noon, she felt nervous. And when Mary realized that she was craving some sexual excitement, her mind boggled.
"Got to get out of here…" She got her bike out of the garage and headed toward town. She'd buy herself something nice. She'd go to a movie. Anything to keep sex out of her mind. Mary needed to prove to herself that she wasn't the slave to an idea.
But the pedaling and the rhythmic rub of her crotch against the hard bike seat wasn't helping. She grew light-headed and breathless. By the time she'd reached the downtown area, she could hardly see.
She leaned the bike against the drugstore and was trying to regain her composure when she heard a familiar voice. It was Larry Seever, a guy two grades ahead of her in school and a star athlete. Most girls fell all over themselves whenever Larry was around. And Mary would have, too, if she hadn't been so stunned. They'd spoken to each other only a few times during the school year.
"How you enjoying the summer?" Larry asked, putting a hand against the building and leaning close to her. Mary felt the erotic flush return. She was breathing fast and couldn't think of what to say.
"Okay, I guess." She gave him a nervous smile. "How is your summer?"
"Since I saw you, it's doing better." Larry picked a lock of blonde hair from her shoulder and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. "You know, I didn't notice you much last year. But I'm not going to make that same mistake from now on."
Mary, of course, was flattered and excited by this good-looking boy's attention. And her cunt was damper than ever. She knew she wasn't having much luck turning off her hunger for excitement. And when Larry asked her to go to the matinee movie with him, she had to bite her tongue to keep from jumping up and down with joy.
Inside the theater, Larry guided her to a lonely balcony seat. She'd heard about his reputation for making out. Some girls swore they wouldn't let him walk them down the street in broad daylight. But Mary wasn't going to let that scare her. She found she wanted him to put his arm around her, and when he did, she leaned her head close.