"You're gonna have one hell of a time with ol' Jack here," he said, pushing out his massive chest. At the same time he ran his fingers down his pantleg. His dick responded by growing even more, twitching under his touch.

"Ain't never had no woman complain about my cock once they had it between their fuckin' legs. You're gonna have one hell of a thrill. Bet'cha none of them high-school punks got a rod like this 'un," Jack said, unbuttoning his Levi's.

Marcie's eyes widened. She shook her head. "No, don't. I've never… never done this before."

Jack stopped unzipping his trousers, his sensuous lips curling into a smile.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, smiling more broadly. He licked his chops like a hungry wolf. "Well, baby, I'm gonna break you in right, so when some other guy fucks you, you'll know how to act," he said, approaching her again.

"No!"

"Stupid little bitch," Jack growled.

When she hesitated, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with several strands. Curling them around his fingers, he jerked hard.

Marcie screamed, her eyelids fluttering. Pitching forward, the girl was dazed. She scrambled about on her hands and knees, her fingers clawing at his offending hands.

Jack kept her, down, refusing to let her rise to her feet. He laughed loudly, watching the young teenager twist and writhe helplessly under him. At times, her fingernails scratched his hands badly, but the pain seemed to add to his pleasure. He dragged her about the room, yanking at her hair, threatening to snatch her bald then fuck her in the ass.

He jerked her close to him. He slapped her, cracking her lip. Marcie moaned, tasting blood. He growled, calling her all sorts of filthy names. Suddenly nothing but terror filled her mind. He was obscene, sick, someone who could very possibly kill her. She stopped struggling, falling back when he let her go.