"Want my prick up your cunt now, honey? Want me sawin' the fuck outta your pussy?" Jack asked, pulling his cock out all the way. Taking Monica's spit-slicked chin between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it hard.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" the woman pleaded shamelessly. "Man, you're pantin' for it… you really want to have that cunt fucked."

He reached down with his left hand, sliding his fingers over her cunt crack, then scooping up some of the juices flowing from her fuckhole. Sniffing his hand, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead in pleased amusement.

"You got it comin' outta you real bad. Women who've got it comin' outta them that way gotta get fucked hard and a lot, or they go kinds nuts, understand?" Jack said, squeezing her chin so hard now the woman winced. "Ohhhhh!" Monica gasped.

Arlette watched as Jack backed away from her mother once more, bending over for his red-and-white checked, flannel shirt tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed earlier. He was fishing around in one shirt pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Tapping the opened end against one hand, the big stud pulled out one bent cigarette, shoving it in his mouth. Then he flipped open the top of his Zippo lighter. The orange flame flickered in the draft created by the partially opened bedroom door. Flicking the top down, he tossed the lighter atop the shirt, took a drag, then blew the smoke into Monica's face. She coughed, jerking her head to one side, tears welling up in her eyes from the irritation.

"But women who get fucked real hard aren't good women, baby. I mean," he said, his smile turning into a menacing frown, "they gotta be punished for what they feel and do. You understand?"

"No! What are you talking about?" Monica gasped, peering through several blonde hairs that had fallen over her eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough," Jack said off-handedly, shrugging, then taking another drag.