And now she stood by her window in the darkness, smoking a cigarette, feeling abandoned, angry, and even a little foolish. She sat on the edge of the bed and ground out her cigarette in the large ashtray on the nightstand.

She could even hear his first, taunting expression. Hello, Teach, he had said, as if spitting out a spoiled clam.

"Hello, Teach," the voice in the darkness said.

The marrow in Ann's bones froze. It couldn't be! Surely she was letting her imagination play tricks on her! She squinted her eyes toward where she had thought the voice had come from.

"I said hello, Teach," he said again, the voice not louder, but closer!

"What!" she said in a raspy whisper. "Who?"

"It's me. The prick," he said. "But it ain't so little, is it?"

Rough hands grabbed her shoulders, throwing her on her back. Immediately, she felt a hard, throbbing cock jam against her lips.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but when she did, Johnny savagely thrust his cockhead between her lips.

"Ain't so little, is it?" he said, plowing the full length of his dick forward, burying the end of his prick in the back of her throat.

Ann gagged and choked on the enormous slab of meat that jammed into her lungs. His crotch hairs pressed against her nostrils like a wire brush, cutting off her air. His thick, hairy balls brushed against her neck.

"You like my cock?" he said sadistically. "You like sucking it?" He withdrew slightly, then throttled it brutally back in. "Hang on, baby, you suck it real good, and I'll let you eat my cum!"

Although she knew it was a senseless battle, she pushed against his hips, gasping for air. She had no choice but to open her mouth wider, to breathe, but when she did, he thrust his hips forward, grinding the base of his dick against her teeth.

"Ah, you like it?" he said. "Open up like a little birdie, 'cause here comes a big, fat worm!"