Chapter 33: Now or Never

Ron Masters was poor white trash, a degenerate, through and through. He lived a quiet life in a quiet neighborhood. Around here, everyone kept to themselves, so Ron knew hardly anyone nearby. Except his neighbor. The man who lived next door, Mike Taylor, was an alcoholic who lived alone with his young daughter, Janice. The cops had been there many times. Mike was always intoxicated and/or unemployed it seemed like. His daughter, however, was Ron’s main interest. From his home next door, he watched her often; spied on her day and night. His demented sexual dreams always involved this young girl next door.

Janice was a teenager alright. Very shy, she would end up having to stay at Uncle Bob’s whenever her father was arrested by the police, which seemed often. She hated it. Since she was twelve, fat Uncle Bob has always insisted she take a shower every night, and he’d stand there and watch her as she did. That was also when her puberty really blossomed. Janice had just turned eighteen last month, yet her young breasts still weren’t big by any measure. In fact, she had the smallest chest in her entire senior class at high school. Janice stood barely 5’2” tall, weighed maybe 95 pounds. With her long brown hair and young looks, Janice looked a lot younger than she was. She did have one asset though- she had one very good-looking butt.

Ron watched his neighbor through binoculars and an old camera with a big, old zoom lens. Yes, she definitely had something under her shirt alright, just not much. Her butt was one you could watch all day, though. Usually, she wore short-shorts and a t-shirt; about the only clothes she had. Ron had met her a couple of times out in the yard. He’d said hi, not pushed it. Just being Mr. Friendly Neighbor. Boy, those shorts did show some butt cheek a little bit.

Then one day, the police arrived. Ron went outside to watch. As they put Mike into the back of a police car, he went up to one of the officers. “Excuse me, but I’m Ron Masters, the neighbor. I can watch after Janice until her relatives get here.”

With her drunk father’s consent, the police were more than happy to let Ron deal with her. They quickly went back to getting Mike off to jail. Ron led Janice back to his place.

“Don’t you worry none, Janice. You’ll be safe here. First, let’s have some lunch, then we’ll talk about what to do next.” Janice followed Mr. Masters to his house. She’d never been there before; hardly knew him. Seemed nice enough. At least she didn’t have to go to Uncle Bob’s place. Such a fat perv. They went inside, watched the last of the police leave, then he made them both sandwiches. As they sat at the kitchen table and ate, she caught him glancing down the front of her top. Well, ok, all the boys do that. They talked about her possibly staying there until her father came home from jail. She said that could be over a year.

“Well, then we got plenty of time,” the man said. She wondered what he meant. After they finished lunch, he said, “Come on, I want to show you something.”

They walked down into the basement. The back half was separated by a wall with a big, heavy door. Inside this room they went. Janice noticed the walls all had some sort of thin mattress covering on them. The ceiling, too. How weird. There was a big bed in the middle, and what looked like a fancy stereo set up in one corner by a small desk. Maybe this was some sort of hobby room, or the spare bedroom where’d she be staying...

Suddenly, Mr. Masters turned and slapped Janice hard across her face. Wham! She was caught completely off guard, stumbling back and falling against the wall by the door. Mr. Masters slammed the door closed, then hit her again with a hard jab to her abdomen. Janice bent over, clutching her stomach, trying to breathe; her stomach really hurt! What the hell was he doing? Her stomach and her face hurt. He grabbed her neck with his two strong hands, squeezed until she couldn’t breathe at all. Now Janice began to truly panic.

“Listen up, Janice! You gonna do what I tell you to do, or I’m gonna choke the life right out of you! Or maybe dump you someplace in the hood; let some niggers gang-rape you. You do what I say, I’ll let you go home when you father gets home. You understand me?” He shook her hard, she was turning blue from lack of air.

Janice tried to nod. She felt the man relax his grip. She sucked in a big gulp of air as she kept nodding; yes, yes, she’d do what he said. Her father had sometimes hit her; even her uncle did by the shower. This man, she’d thought he was a nice old guy. Now she was scared shitless. He kept ahold of her neck, dragging her to the center of the room. He picked up a yellow taser. He held her neck tight with one hand while he held the taser to her side. She jumped, screamed. He pulled her closer. “You do what I say, or I’m a gonna tase you a whole lot more, girl.” He leaned in close to her face, speaking in quiet anger. “Now, strip, bitch.” He went over and turned on the stereo. Loud, old rock music began playing.

Ron turned, glaring at her, waiting for her to comply. Girls never do at first. He always had to smack them around some in the beginning. But this girl from next door didn’t. She stood there, slightly bent over, breathing heavily, staring at him with frightened eyes. “P, promise you won’t hurt me...?” she pleaded. Ron just nodded. “Yeah, yeah, get on with it, kid.”

Surprisingly, the girl slowly took hold of her top and started to lift it up. He told her to go slow. Slowly, her chest was revealed. Her stomach was young, a little pudgy but sexy. Her breasts weren’t small, or big, but nicely shaped for her age. He asked her how old she was. She told him quietly- eighteen. Hmmm. He’d always guessed sixteen, or even fifteen. He told her to lose the bra next.

Slowly, Janice reached behind her and unhooked her bra. This was bad, really bad. Her Dad probably wouldn’t be home for at least two weeks. At her uncle’s, he’d only watched her take a shower; shook his penis at her a few times but nothing more than that. Her father hit her, but never touched her sexually. This neighbor, he was doing all of it. With trembling fingers, she unfastened her bra, a 30B, and slipped it off. She suddenly knew, just knew that she was going to lose her virginity. She started crying. She could handle getting nude in front of grown men. The thought of being raped really upset her. She covered her boobs as she dropped the bra down to the floor by her top.

“Keep going,” Ron growled. Slowly, the young girl used one hand to slide her shorts down to the floor, keeping one arm across her chest. That’s ok, he thought; he’d see her tits soon enough. Besides, they made her look a lot younger. Like his niece. She next slowly, very slowly, slipped her panties off, along with her sneakers. Little Janice stood up slowly, covered her small bush, looking away, red with embarrassment. Ron just stared. His every fantasy now coming to life right in front of him. Man, she was so young looking, so hot. He could feel his cock already getting bigger. He stared and stared at the young girl. He told her to rub her nipples with her fingers. Slowly, one hand still covering her bush, slowly she started to rub a nipple with two fingers. He snarled at her to rub both tits. She moved to the other, revealing a hard nipple on one tit, as she slowly pushed around her other nipple. Man, this little girl’s tits; this was amazing to watch. He began to rub himself. He let her continue for several more minutes.

“Now, come over here, undress me,” Ron said. She kept staring away, shaking. Eventually, she did stop rubbing her breast and stepped closer to him. With shaking hands, she reached up and started to undo his shirt. Button by button she undid it as he stared down at her young, nude body. Nice hair. She pulled his shirt off. She slowly undid his pants as he kicked off his shoes. She eased his pants down, letting them fall down. He stepped out of them. “Keep going...”

Janice took ahold of the man’s underwear and slid them slowly down. His pubic hair and his penis came into view. It was already bigger; it actually popped out and swung right towards her as it emerged. She could see his hairy ball sack hanging underneath. Everything was hairy. She let his underwear drop, then quickly stepped back. The ‘nice man from next door’ kicked off his underwear, grinning at her. He told her to kneel down. Oh, here we go, oral sex, she thought to herself. She slowly knelt down on her knees, covering herself again. The man stepped up next to her, close. He took hold of his thing, then began to drag it across her face. Left, right, back and forth. She clenched her eyes shut as he did. She felt him lift it; rubbing it across her forehead as his ball sack dragged across her face. This went for several more minutes, Janice crying, pleading with him.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone; I swear. Just let me go now. I don’t want to do this anymore; I want to go home...”

Ron ignored her pleas. He moved to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling her with him. “Rub your tits on my dick, Janice,” he snarled at her. “Now, dammit! Lean forward, start dragging those tits of yours all over my junk. Go on, get going...”

Janice did, sort of. Looking away, she leaned over him, her young 30B breasts dragging across his penis as she slowly moved her chest left and right. First one breast dragged across it; the nipple feeling excited as she did. Damn it! The other breast, the other nipple. Same feeling. She tried hard to think of something ese as she did this. He kept telling her to do this, do that. She had to slide them up and down his now erect penis. He seemed to really enjoy that. He told her to start licking it. She moved down some, took hold of it with two fingers, then started to lick it slowly with the tip of tongue, just below that big head. It tasted so disgusting. He gripped her hair tight; gave orders for her to use more tongue. Lick more; all over. Use a lot of spit; use your whole tongue. He kept making her go faster, farther, always more spit.