"Oh man! Work it out, baby! Work that mother fucking cunt out!" Billy groaned.

He twisted his head around, biting hard into her neck like a vampire.

Janice loved the pain, loved that mixture of pain and pleasure racing through her body. After several more thrusts Billy settled on her cuntal mound, the cum cementing the two of them together.

"Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me…"

Janice felt herself floating away, drifting far away from the room. The hammering orgasmic blows of her cuntal walls were easing up. Now she felt a comforting warmth spreading over her flesh.

"You're somethin' else, Janice, something else," Billy said, smoothing his fingers over her tits.

Several minutes had passed since her cunt had been split open. She didn't dare look at the young man still pinning her to the mattress. What she'd done was something so good. But still the memories of what her mother and aunt had told her were still in her mind. They were coming back sharper now, especially since the urgent pulsing between her legs had been satisfied for the moment.

"Billy, I… I don't do this sort of thing," she stammered, her face turning red and hot.

"Hey, don'tcha think I know that? Baby, you still had your cherry. Man, I wouldn't have believed it if you told me," he said, shaking his head from side to side while fingering her still hard nipples.

Janice sucked in a sharp breath, snapping her legs together and flexing her ass-muscles. She moved her thighs up and found to her surprise that Billy's dick was still relatively hard. She felt it slip through her pussy, then slide back a little.

"Don't you think we'd better… better get cleaned up?" Janice said, feeling out of place suddenly.