Not before getting even.

As you head toward the door, a stray thought keeps bouncing in your head.

A figment of a longer quote, pulled from a dusty corner of your brain.

...leaving with a bitter taste in your mouth won't turn it sweet, regardless of the distance you travel...

Now where the hell did that come from...

"You know, I'd hate to leave you without breaking even..." The words flow out of your lips almost without warning.

I'm gonna regret this SO much...

"I was a dick to you, you were a dick to me... Seems pretty even in my book." Janice scoffs, picking up her clothes.

"You know what I mean..."

"Get to the point, you want to stay and comfort me?" She pouts "Maybe tell me that there are less fucked up ways to deal with my shit, be my own knight in shining armor? Bitch, please."

Yeah, any of those would be preferable to what I have in mind.

"What I'm trying to tell you is... if you want to "vent", as you call it, right now... that's ok with me."

You already regret saying those words aloud, looking at Janice, half dressed, stop in her tracks and shoot you a quizzical stare.

"Let me get this straight... YOU are offering ME a rough ride, twink? For real?" She crosses the distance between you two with a predatory gait.

"You know what, you're right. Didn't mean it like that. I'll just fuck off like you said. " You quickly say, pulling opening the door.

"Na-ha, not so fast..." She leans on the door, closing it. "You can't say something like that and just bolt, fuckwit."

Janice grabs you by the belt and pulls you close; "Do you have any idea how many guys asked me that question, after?" Her voice breaks for a moment.

Here we go again...

And this time I have only myself to blame.

"None. None were so fucking... stupid." She grins maliciously, undoing your belt."So congrats, you get to be the first."

She lowers your pants and hastily tosses away what little clothing she had put on, while you take off your still unbuttoned shirt.

"On your knees, faggot." She commands.

You oblige, biting down your tongue; you watch her lean, six inches long member slowly grow out of her alcove, throbbing.

And you swallow.

After Esme, Sarah, and Mei, this seems way more manageble.

Trivial, almost.

You lean towards her groin, hand outstretched, but she puts a foot on your shoulder, stopping you.

"The fuck are you doing, fag? Did I give you permission to touch my cock? I don't think so." She kicks you backwards, shifting her foot to push down on your throat.

Janice watches as you gasp for air, stroking her shaft.

"You don't even get to breath without my say so, slut." She lifts her foot and positions herself so that your head is between her ankles, then lowers her round butt on your face, smothering you.

"Eat my ass, faggot. Clean out all your weak jizz and maybe I'll make you **** on my cock when you're finished." She sways her hips until your mouth is right in line with her hole.

Ugh, this is what good intentions will get you Liam...

Licking off your own cum from a crazy chick's asshole

You begrudgingly use your tongue as she asked, tasting more than once a revoltingly familiar salty taste.

Your face starts to become numb and she still doesn't move, pushing down everytime you take a moment to breathe, along with the usual verbal stab at your manhood.

When she finally lifts her ass, your tongue is cramping and your whole face is pulsing.

"Mmh... Acceptable." She kneels on your arms, sitting on your chest, making your gasps for air after all that "deep diving" much more difficult.

Her cock grazing your nose, she grabs the base of it and slaps you a couple times, smirking.

" Short on breath already? So weak." She pinches your nose and grabs the back of your head, shoving her dick forcefully down your throat, humping your face with fierce passion.

"That's it, slut. That's the only thing you're good for. You're just a meat toy... My toy."

She facefucks you so aggressively that using your tongue is almost impossible, meaning you **** and gag a lot more than you used to.

It doesn't help that while it might not be all that big, her cock is hard as stone, painfully stabbing the back of your throat at every thrust.

Just when you think you're getting the hang of it, she changes thing up, pushing deeper, humping faster, even straight up slapping you when you **** too much.

"This is what you fucking asked for... -Nngh- now take your prize, whore." You roll your eyes back as her pulsing rod shoots load after load down your gullet; unable to swallow with her cock still shoved deep in your mouth, you **** and cough, roughing up your throat.

"Pathetic slut. Can't even suck me off right." Janice slides out her shaft and stands up, leaving you to **** on spit and cum

Fucking hell...

I should have just gone...

This is too much...

When you finally manage to clear your airway and climb to a sit, your voice coarse and broken, you speak up:

"Enu- coff-cough- En... Enough..." You wheeze.

Janice replies with a mean snicker, looking down on you. "Tapping out? Already? I don't think so, faggot."

She strokes her still hard cock while coming closer; "Turn around, on all fours like the bitch you are."

For a moment you think about just standing up and leaving, but something keeps you.

This was my stupid fucking idea, maybe next time I'll wisen up and just leave.

Now I have to own up to my word...

What's a bit more pain, after all...

"What the fuck are you waiting for!? Make me tell you something twice another time and I'll fuck your face again. And I won't be as gentle." She kicks lightly on your thigh to get you moving, and you tiredly do so.

As you grit your teeth in preparation, Janice pushes your head on the floor with her foot, keeping you pinned as she slaps your ass, spreads your cheeks and spits in your butthole.

Which reminds you of what happened yesterday with Sarah, something you managed to put in the back of your mind until now.

Something that envelopes your brain in a shroud of anguish.

"I won't even bother to use fingers first, you don't deserve it." And with that she presses the pointy head of her cock on your still tender ring, and shoves it violently inside as you cry out in pain.

Much like before, instead of the slower build up Esmeralda graced you with, Janice just relentlessly stabs her meaty rod into you as hard as she can, right from the start.

"Whine all you want, whore. I'm just getting started."

Every thrust sends shivers up your spine, and you find it increasingly difficult to keep your limbs still, trembling like a leaf.

Tears starts to well in the corner of your eyes as she keeps her brutal pace, and when she starts to pull your hips back at every thrust you just break and begin to whimper like a kid.

Janice's grunts and moans grow louder by the minute; and finally, after a particularly intense ****, she lifts the foot pinning your head, leans on your back and grabs your throat, pulling you to her.

Her cock pulsing deep inside your ass, you feel a salvo of hot jizz coat your guts.

You let out a relieved pant, slouching a bit.

"What's that? You think I'm done?" She thrusts her still rock hard dick as if to drive her point; " Cry for me some more, bitch." She whispers, biting your earlobe.

She begins humping you again,desperately, still holding her grip on your throat; her semen luckily acting as lube for your sore asshole, smoothing her thrusts just enough that the burning pain doesn't turn to searing agony.

One short session of moans and grunts and laboured breaths later, she comes again, without warning, flooding your insides with a new wave of cum.

Janice holds on to you for a long while, panting.

"Shit... how come you are still so tight?" She collapses on the floor behind you, her cock coming out of your butt with a wet -plop-.

Fuuuuck...

Talk about biting more than you can chew...

You follow suit, laying beside her, the cold tiles offering some much needed relief.

"Remind me... to never do something for you... ever again... fuck, I'm so tired." You pant.

Janice breaks into a laugh. Not her usual taunting snickering, but a clear, heartfelt laughing fit.

"Oh boy.... If this didn't put you off the whole good guy act, I don't know what will..."

"So... Now we're even."

"Not really, but I appreciate the sentiment. I really do."

"Not really? What else do I..."

"Oh."

Right...

The whole daddy thing.

"Seriously. You talk about that to anyone who isn't Esme and you are one dead piece of meat. No joke." She says, dead serious.

"Okay then... How about this: yesterday, my sis- my step sister pegged me down much like you did just now, and proceeded to fuck me raw, just hours after Esme popped my cherry. So... That."

Janice jabs you in the ribs, "you don't want to turn this into a fucking competition, trust me."

"Ouch- that wasn't the intention. I didn't mean it like that."

"I know..." She scooches closer to you. "You don't even like it, do you?"

"I... No. Not really, but it's just... it's complicated" you stammer.

"Tell me when it isn't..." She wipes the tears from her cheeks, smudging her already messy makeup." What you did just now, I... No one ever did something like this for me."

"No one ever let you fuck their ass to a pulp? Weird. You are so approachable and friendly."

She stifles a laugh and pinches hard the side of your belly, "Shut up! I'm serious. Everyone... They just take their piece of the pie and bolt... not you though, you had to make this all the more complicated, did you?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"I... shit, forget I said anything..." She suddenly retreats, climbing to her feet to collect her scattered clothes, and you follow suit.

Once you are both dressed, as you open the door, you feel her arms wrap around you from behind;

"Thank you. For trusting me." She mutters with her head on your shoulder.

"Uhm... I...-" before you can finish, she pushes you out, "Now go to your girlfriend, we've been in here far too long." She says before shutting the door.

Well...

That's taken care of.

Kill 'em with kindness, I guess...