He threw a sleeping bag over the box then maneuvered her onto it. He attached the ropes to her limbs then to the conveniently positioned tiedowns on the floor of the van. He noticed the girl was breathing heavily so he laid his ear on her back. Her pulse was a little fast but very regular. He looked between her legs and smiled; her pussy was dripping juices onto the floor.
He looked in the other box and found the lube he had used last time. He wasn’t quite ready to use it however. He knelt next to her ass then without warning stabbed his thumb into her pussy. She jumped and let out a shout at the sudden insertion. He quickly found her g spot and began working it over with his thumb. It only took about thirty seconds for her to begin spraying juices onto his hand then down her thighs. Chuckling to himself he thought about her trying to clean the nearly soaked sleeping bag. Switching from his thumb to two fingers it took even less time for her to cum. He took a moment to remove his clothes and let Megan recover a little then greased his cock liberally before giving her ass a few swats to warm it up.
“So, what did you think about that ya little cunt?” he asked her as he roughly took up a handful of her hair.
“That was fucking wonderful,” she exclaimed loudly.
As he got into position behind her, he said, “I’m glad ya enjoyed it cause this next part ain’t gonna be as nice for ya,” he told her as he inserted his well lubed cock in her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she howled before realizing it didn’t hurt like she was assured it would. “You’re in my ass, my tight ass. Oh, it feels so good, you said it would hurt but it doesn’t,” she babbled.
“That’s ’cause I found some lube, I figgered I might as well make yer last fuck nice as possible,” he told her.
“Fuck, it feels so good, you’re hitting that spot in my pussy that makes me cum, only from the other side kinda,” she said trying to explain.
“Well, let me know when yer ready to blow, I’ll cut yer brachial artery and you can bleed out while yer spraying cunt juice,” he told her.
“Oh, oh are you going to cum in my ass at the same time?” she asked. “That would be so hot, getting an ass full of cum as I died.”
“You looking forward to dying bitch?” he asked her.
“My life is kind of shitty right now, if I could die feeling this good it wouldn’t be so bad,” she informed him.
“Thet is the most fucked up thing I ever heard,” he mumbled,
“Keep fucking me, I’m real close now. C’mon, fuck me and kill me you perverted fucker,” she screamed.
Matt pounded into the woman even harder, he was close too and wanted to orgasm with Megan.
She started wailing after about six strokes then let out a continuous banshee scream as she felt his load enter her spasming ass. Matt picked up an ink pen from the floor and used it to cut her brachial artery. All it did really was leave a heavy black line of ink from her shoulder to her elbow. He didn’t think it was possible, but she screamed even louder.
Her pussy had began spraying as she started to cum, it hadn’t stopped yet. He felt it running down his legs as he rested on her back. He caught his breath then eased his spent cock from her still tight asshole. He sat back on his heels to watch the squirting woman keep up the flow of juice. It finally dribbled to a stop as he reached out to untie the twine binding her tits. He pulled the end to quickly unraveled that tit. He repeated the process on the other breast. He listened to her scream as the blood returned to her purple breasts. Before she had recovered, he rammed his thumb into her pussy. Megan jumped then began her firehose imitation again. Matt backed up to get out of the way, then smiling, used her shirt to clean himself off. It didn’t do a very thorough job, so he reached into the box of clothes and used her last two clean tops to finish the job.
After he had dressed, he knelt next to Megan’s head then whispered, “I ain’t gonna kill ya, this was about my pleasure. It pleases me to know that instead a dying, yer going to have to live yer shitty life. I reckon someone will be along to untie you in a while. Enjoy yer fucked up life cunt,” he told her then exited the van.
As he slammed the door closed, he heard a faint ‘thank you mister’.
As he walked to his truck, he pulled his cell from his pocket and called a number. “Hey Suzy, you might want to go to The Spot and help Megan out of a spot of trouble she’s in,” he said laughing at the lame pun.
“Well, aren’t you in a good mood for a Wednesday evening. Why does she need my help?”
“She’s kind of tied up at the moment,” he replied.
“Oh fuck, that is so hot. Did you take lots of pictures?” Suzy wanted to know.
“Nope, not a one. Pictures have a way of getting seen by people you don’t want them to be seen by,” he said firmly.
“Yeah, lots of snoopy people out there. Thanks for the call, I guess this means we’re still on for Friday,” she said as she hung up.
Matt had just started his truck when he got a text asking him to pick up Chinese on the way home. He texted her a smiley face then called Choy’s. Mr. Choy answered and when he heard Matt’s voice he asked, “Just you or sister also?”
“Both of us Mr. Choy, thank you,” he said thinking sometimes being predictable was a good thing.
When he arrived home the kitchen table was set for two. Both hated to eat from the carton, plus they shared each other’s food.
Kylie came into the kitchen and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.
“I hope you weren’t nearly home and had to turn around to get the food,” she said.
“No, perfect timing, I had just started the truck at The Spot.”
“Jesus, I have never been inside, but it looks like such a dump when I drive by.”
“It is a dump, it’s even worse inside,” he said nodding.
“Then why do you go there?” she asked curiously.
“It has quite a few things going for it,” he explained. “It is a dump so no assholes in suits come in. The beer is cheap and cold, they have three pool tables and four dart boards. They welcome hard working blue collar guys. They let us get away with more things than most places do, but at the same time they are not afraid to tell you where and when to head in. It just feels comfortable, a home away from home. Most of the clients are single, and in a real sense, it is home for them.”
“When you describe it like that it almost seems to be worth the smell of piss and stale beer,” Kylie said smiling.
Matt laughed out loud, “Yeah, almost. How do you know what the place smells like?”
“Gina’s car broke down out in the country last year, there was no cell reception, so we had to walk like a half mile to this redneck bar to call her dad. Inside it smelled like what the outside of your bar looks like,” she told him.
“Fair description, I suppose,” he admitted.
Kylie put the leftovers in the fridge while Matt did the dishes. Kylie came over to wipe them then casually asked, “You have any plans for this weekend, bro?”
“Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. I was going to tell you that I need to help a friend move into a new apartment on Friday. She invited me to stay the weekend. Get to know each other better,” he told her.
“In other words, she’s going to fuck you as payment,” Kylie said hotly.
“Ok, so you don’t want it polite. She is a great fuck, and we are going to do it in every room of her place, some rooms twice, all weekend long,” he said raising his voice.
“You are impossible, how can you do this to me?” she screamed, throwing the dishtowel in his face before storming off.
He stood at the sink slowly shaking his head. Wait for it, three, two, one, Slam. Obviously, she had not gotten over her infatuation, or obsession or whatever it was. The next question was what the hell was Kylie planning? Why did she have to know what he had going on this weekend? Was she trying to come up with a way to get him to relax his guard so he would fuck her? Or was it something else entirely? He got two beers and a bag of pretzels to sustain himself while he played on his Xbox in the family room in the basement.
Kylie threw herself rather dramatically onto her bed then burst into tears. Why does he have to be so difficult? He was going to ruin all the devious plans she had for getting him in her bed. Well, maybe not plans, wishes were more to the point. She wanted to watch her friend Cristal get her cherry popped, hoping it would lead to her doing something with her brother. Even if it didn’t, she would be able to rub her pussy raw.
Now he would be off fucking some bimbo. Leaving her and Cristal high and dry, that was intolerable.
Still furious she dialed her phone, “My stupid selfish brother is not going to be home this weekend,” she blurted out as the phone was answered.
“Well hello to you too,” Cristal said calmly.
“How can you be so calm?” Kylie asked. “This is serious Cristal.”
“I guess off the top of my head I would suggest I come over tomorrow night instead of Friday,” she suggested.
“Holy shit, that’s brilliant,” Kylie gushed. “We are going to be tired as hell in school Friday.”
“It’s high school, who gives a shit if we are late, or if we even show up at all?” Cristal said honestly.
“You are correct, we have to get our priorities in order,” Kylie said laughing. “And the priority is for you to get laid and me to get closer to my brother.”
“Now you have to get your brother to come home early and not go out again,” Cristal said.
“Food, either making it or eating it, will always get his attention,” Kylie mused.
Leave a Reply