As Annette pulled on her ripped dress, she wondered how a half-literate animal like David could have ever stayed in their high school. His athletics, she guessed. The coach would kill to have someone like that on his team, even if the person was hardly a step above the Stone Age.

Tugging the ripped material around her shoulders, Annette managed to make the dress appear presentable. If only she could sneak upstairs at home there would be no problem.

"Okay, bitch, ain't you gonna put on your panties?" David said, holding the juice-stained nylon briefs in one hand.

"No." Annette couldn't bear to feel the damp nylon against her cuntlips.

"I'll keep 'em as a trophy. Maybe even jerk off in 'em tonight if I wake up horny, thinkin' of that tight little pussy and that tighter ass. Now, let's get the fuck outta here."

Annette could hardly walk. David saw her difficulty and laughed as he escorted her from the apartment, down the elevator, and into his car. All the way home, she felt her hot little cunt rubbing back and forth against the black vinyl seat covers. Glancing at her blue-faced digital watch, Annette saw it wasn't too late from the time she normally would have arrived home.

When David turned right on Botkin Drive the girl saw her two-story wood-frame house in the near distance. As the car slowed, she wondered if the double-fuck had even happened. One look at David, however, and the whole rush of indescribable feelings carne back to her. She could feel his dick rushing through her cunt, his cock spreading her asshole out while he pushed her head into the water.

"Okay, baby, out. And remember, nothin' to nobody," David warned.

Annette climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She didn't turn around, squaring her shoulders and walking as normally as she could under the circumstance.

She winced as the car screeched away behind her down the street. There was a light on in the hall. But the rest of the house was dark.