Getting even.
Her silky white blouse came away in a shower of broken cotton, tearing easily across the front shedding buttons as I grasped it firmly and pulled, to reveal her red brassiere and her softly swelling breasts.
I reached around fought to release her bra catch, it beat me so I just popped those sweet pink boobies out of the brassiere cups, baring her dark brown nipples which seemed to strain in the moonlight and I pulled the bra straps over her shoulders and pulled the whole thing to her waist.
I grasped the wide leather belt on her denim skirt, it undid real easy, and I pulled the skirt right on down with her brassiere and then there were just her shoes, socks and panties, white and soft and vulnerable so I just tugged and ripped them right off of her.
“You maybe want to scream?” I suggested, as I pushed her down to sit on the concrete sidewalk beside the immaculately mown campus lawn as tugged the mess of ruined clothes off her feet.
“No!” she replied, “Don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you?” I asked, “Why the hell wouldn’t I hurt you?”
“I,” she paused.
“No well I won’t hurt you,” I told her, “What’s the point?” I asked, “You told Judge Travis it took me five minutes to strip you down, hell I make it one minute forty.”
“No!” she said, but I just took hold of her firmly and I laid her down on that concrete side walk and pulled her legs wide apart.
“You want to scream?” I asked.
“What?” she asked, “You want me to scream?”
“Be my guest,” I told her, “Then you just say the word and I’ll just screw you for maybe two minutes and then you can go home, ok?”
“No!” she wailed as knelt down and ran my fingers over her hairless belly, “Please,” she added as I laconically eased a finger tip between her moist soft pink lower lips.
“Dammit you’re juiced up, gee you want it!” I snorted, “Oh my what a total slut,”
“It’s not like that!” she protested.
“Sure,” I agreed, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you just grab your rags and run along home?” I held my face inches from hers, “Maybe stop by Rudi’s bar and get some help.”
“Aren’t you going to rape me?” she said awkwardly.
“Hell no, I don’t know where you’ve been.” I told her, I saw her eyes moisten and then a tear fell.
“Then maybe you could lend me your jacket?” she asked.
“Lend you my jacket,” I laughed, “What the hell do you think this is? oh no, you lied that I raped you when I did nothing, so this time you walk home with your tits out you little whore.”
She sat on the concrete staring at me, “Why are you doing this?”
“Jesus girl you sure are screwed up,” I told her, “You sure have a short memory.”
“What did I ever do to you,” she whined, “Why couldn’t you just be nice to me?”
I wasn’t listening, I looked round, there was no sign of any movement, the dog walkers had gone home, the drunks were still hanging around the bars, there was just her and me, her moist cunt glistened in the moonlight, her breasts, her lips, what the hell I thought, and I dropped my pants and shorts.
“No,” she said, “Please, why me!” but she didn’t lash out, she just sat back and lay on the grass, looking at me, “Use a rubber,” she said.
“No,” I said, “I call the shots,” and that was it, pants around my knees and tee shirt pulled up around my chest I knelt down and between her legs and I decided to waggle my thumb around inside her for a while to loosen her up a piece before I buried my tool deep inside her.
“No!” she protested, but she was hot for me, her body said yes loud and clear, her hot box wanted me. I knelt before her and guided my tool between those sweet pink lips. It eased in so smooth and easy, then her muscles clamped firmly around my tool as I eased deep inside her. Her nipples stood out like little bullets and her breasts looked so inviting that I couldn’t resist bringing my chest down against her as I started humping her.
“No” she said again, but she didn’t struggle.
“You like that don’t you you lying slut,” I whispered stating the obvious.
“No!” she said, and all the time she was milking the cum out of me, squeezing, caressing easing the hot creamy cum out of my balls.
“You really are a total slut Amy!” I said and my spunk started bubbling and squirting and I started cumming like a geyser in Yellowstone national park.
She said something, I missed it, “Shit you’re grade A fuck Amy!”
“It felt,” she said, “Different.”
“How do you mean?” I asked, “Different?”
“To before,” she said staring at me, “It’s different,” she said, “Oh!”
“What?” I asked as I wiped my tool.
“When you made me suck you, you had a big purple knob end.” she said.
“Right,” I agreed, “And?”
“Now you haven’t.” she said,
“So, what you think, did I get a prick transplant?” I probed, “Or maybe, just maybe it was someone else who screwed you?”
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” she suggested as she tried to pull what was left of her clothes back on.
“You want to call the cops?” I asked.
“Not if you want to talk.” she agreed, I stared, her hair shone a silvery gold in the moonlight,
“Is your apartment far away?” she asked.
“My car is in the parking lot over there,” I explained.
“Ok,” she said, “Can you take me down Wal Mart, get me a blouse or something?” she asked almost apologetically.
“Sure,” I agreed, “Here put my jacket on.”
She smiled nervously, my black jacket, her red brassiere, the moonlight, she read my thoughts “No not on the concrete!” she said, “The grass maybe?”
“My Carmaro?” I suggested, “My apartment?” she nodded, “Sure!” I agreed, “I’ll take you there.”
We drove to Wal – Mart and sat in the car for ages, I told her all about how she ruined my final year at uni with her lies, getting me kicked off my course and then in the end she just withdrew the charges just the day before the trial, and I never figured why.
“Why did you think it was me Amy?” I asked.
“You kept looking at me,” she replied, “Who else would it be ?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“In the end I couldn’t face standing in the courtroom,” she admitted.
“Right, my heart bleeds for you.” I said in mock concern.
She said nothing for a while, “Can you get me a new top?” she finally asked.
“Sure,” I agreed, “You choose.”
She chose a very similar blouse to the one I tore off her, “You want something else?” I asked.
“No,” she said staring at a black dress.
“It’s ok,” I told her, “I’ll treat you!”
“Are you sure?” she asked, like a Wal-Mart dress was some big deal.
“Sure!” I agreed, and she took this dress held it against her and took it through the check out.
She put the top on in the Carmaro, and we headed for my place, “I was sure it was you,” she said “Sorry.”
I took her upstairs to my third floor apartment, I wanted her to get cleaned up, instead she showered and came looking for me wearing just a bath towel.
She was real horny, real hot for me and well, I’m a guy, and she was gorgeous and we made love on the floor by my couch and then almost straight away we did it again in my bed and then when I rolled off her to get some sleep she piped up.
“So what’s it worth for me not to go to the cops?” she asked.
“What!” I gasped.
“You heard,” she said quietly, “What’s it worth?”
I grabbed her arm, “You’re hurting!” she protested.
“What are you playing at!” I asked.
“Are you going to rape me again?” she replied.
“Sure, no, I don’t know,” I said, “You want me to?”
“Yes!” she said, “Maybe you could hit me so there are some big bruises.”
“Maybe I could dump you in the lake?” I tried.
“No!” suddenly she sounded real scared, she was just winding me up.
“Hell just you lay back and enjoy it, we’re good together aren’t we,” I asked.
“You never rang,” she said, “I never went to the cops until the night after.”
“Shit!” it hit me, “You were never raped at all, were you?”
“Yes, in the dark, I was sure it was you.”
“So now you know it wasn’t me why are you blackmailing me?” I demanded.
“You’re doing OK, I never recovered, I need the money.” she pleaded lamely.
“Money for what, Drugs?” I demanded.
“Rent, I’m behind Ok, and I can’t,” she said hoplessly, “Make ends meet.”
“Ok, fair enough, I’ll lend you some,” I promised.
“I can’t pay it back,” she admitted.
“On your back, fifty dollars a time,” I offered, “Might as well move in so I can screw you when I want.”
“Gee,” she said, “If I could stay here and give up my apartment.”
“You wouldn’t need a loan and I wouldn’t get to screw you,” I ventured.
“You wouldn’t have to pay to,” she offered, “Do we have a deal?”
“I guess,” I agreed. “So what next?”
“I guess I need to find the bastard with the big purple knob end,” she said.
“You could always stand on street corners with fishnet tights and no panties till he picks you up?” I suggested.
“Yes, I guess I could, why didn’t I think of that,” she said sarcastically.
“Maybe you could check out the guys on the sports teams?” I suggested, turn up as a stripper after the match?”
“Be serious,” she said, “Lets get my stuff before my landlord realises I’m moving!” she added.
She didn’t have much stuff, we shoved it in a few black bags and loaded it in the car.
We were back home in an hour.
“Shall I put my stuff in the spare room?” she asked.
“No, you sleep with me,” I insisted, “I don’t want to take a hike when I need a screw.”
“Ok,” she said meekly. “You want to do it now?”
“Do you?” I asked. She nodded.
“Gee,” I replied.
She was already undressing, “You want anything special for your $50?” she asked.
“I’m not paying,” I replied.
“Fifty cents?” she offered.
“OK, why not,” I agreed, “Anal”
“Blow and swallow?” she asked.
“Just straight then,” I agreed.
She was naked now, she helped me undress and then dropped her head to my cock.
She sucked greedily. She stopped, “I don’t suppose you could get some cell phone footage of the sports teams cocks?” she asked
“Not without getting arrested,” I insisted and I rolled her on her back and rammed my meat deep inside her. pussy. “In future don’t try to talk with your mouth full.”