Greed. Revenge. Traits which are present to some extent in every person. They are often the motivating forces behind the obtainment of great wealth or power. They also can lead to a person's downfall. The politician who allows greed to overcome good sense and is caught with his hand in the public till. The woman whose burning desire for revenge overrides everything else, including consideration for her family and herself.
THE RAPERS is a story of people caught in a tangled web woven from the desire for revenge, and greed. No degradation is too shameful, no act too foul, to stop them from their headlong rush to self-destruction. And, as is sometimes the case, it is the innocent who suffer, the ones who are used shamelessly to further someone else's selfish ends.
There is a lesson to be learned here. It is forgiveness, not revenge, that brings satisfaction to the soul. It is love, not hate, that brings final happiness. It is a lesson that society would do well to heed.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"The name is Steele, S-T-E-E-L-E, Room 516. Get my bill ready!"
Near the baseboard he spotted a cockroach as the phone rang dead in his ear. He started a movement towards the bug, remembered the gummy residue that would be on his shoe if he crushed it, and merely tapped the floor with his toe. The roach skittered under the baseboard.
Steele replaced the instrument and turned to inspect the vague shadow on his face of a recently completed shave.
His image in the mirror was the epitome of his name--a lean, lithe body matched the angular, almost cruel features of an otherwise handsome face. A heavily browed, jutting ridge of forehead shadowed glacial blue eyes that seemed to look at nothing but see everything.
The eyes, in their never-hurried, lazy movement, spotted a few missed bristles on the underside of his chin. He scraped them off with a dry razor and moved to the edge of the bed.
Without unbuttoning a meticulously pressed white on white shirt he pulled it over his head and carefully creased the sides over his hips, so that the material would lie perfectly flat across his back and belly.
With the same care he threaded a woven belt through the loops and buckled it. He nodded, as he always did, in satisfaction, as the belt tong slipped through the only hole in the belt. His belts needed only one hole; Steele had neither gained nor lost a pound of weight in the last twenty of his forty years.
Next came the shoulder holster made of expensive, soft leather. It, too, had been made for his body twenty years before, and Steele cared for it like any good tradesman cares for his tools. It fit in place across his back, over his shoulders, and under his arm like a well- oiled gear fits a finely tuned machine. The tie was pre-knotted, as were the other ten resting in polyethylene bags in the open suitcase on the bed. He only knotted his ties once, perfectly, and then wore them until they were ready for discard. Slipping it under his collar, he pulled the knot just short of his neck so it would hang just beneath the open collar in purposeful casualness.
Through the whole process the eyes had never stopped moving, as though they were the antennae and sense of smell for a wary, wild animal. The movement was never hurried, the pupils rolling in slow, calculated arcs around the room, digesting everything.
They moved the same way to the telephone when it hammered the silence of the room from its position by the bed. The eyes seemed to scan first the area around the bed, then, sensing safety, they programed the body into swift, fluid movement.
"Yes?" The voice was low, not tight, but controlled. "Steele?"
"Yes."
"Danny. Lassiter's here. I think he's hooked."
"You think?"
"All right, I know. He's sniffin' at me like I was some kind of whore in heat."
"Does he have the belt on him?"
"I'm pretty sure he does. He hasn't had a chance to go anywhere else or see anyone since his last collection. It was right across the street."
"Half an hour," Steele said. "You'll be waiting in the room?" Steele sensed an edge of fear in the boy's voice. It belied the other's years and set the eyes, again, to thoughtful movement. "Isn't that the plan?" Steele asked, a sudden hardness again entering and filling the tone in his voice. "Yeah. I just... "
"Isn't that the way I set it up?"
"Sure, Steele, I was just... "
"Half an hour."
Steele broke the connection, waited a few seconds, and re-dialed. One comer of his mouth turned up in the semblance of a smile as the eyes stopped, turned, inward, and communicated thought.
Crow panted, his heavy breathing causing a slight whistle as it escaped through his nostrils. His eyes were tightly shut in concentration as sweat dripped from his florid face. The whistle got steadily louder, its rhythm matching the quickening splats of his belly, as his hips jerked in spastic thrusts and lurches.
He positioned his body, stiffened the long, corded blocks of his thighs and thrust forward with all the strength in his hips. His meat sunk farther and farther into her gooey cunt.
Beneath him she grunted under the strain but urged him on. "Oh, shit, yes! What a cock! You're splitting my cunt with the fucking thing, lover... but I love it... I love it good!"
Again he tensed his muscles and thrust. This time her pussy was more lathered with sweet juices. He slid in clear to the hilt. He felt his bone hit hers. He felt his wiry pubic hairs against her soft ones, their mutual blackness forming a huge hidden harbor for his throbbing, angry cock.
She lifted her legs even higher until her knees straddled his shoulders on either side of his head. A scream erupted from her throat, mixed with pain and pleasure as he took advantage of her position on his very next thrust and savagely rammed his tool to its very hilt into her cunt.
His balls slapped with a hypnotic rhythm against her asshole as he fucked in and out of her cunt in long plunging, driving strokes. He raised up with his with was straight, elbows locked, and looked down between them. She followed his gaze and moaned with joy when she could see his thick cock come nearly free of her cunt and then ram home again.
It felt as though he was ripping her apart as the head drove up, up, up into the soft channel between her throbbing thighs.
"Is it good, baby?" he growled down at her.,"Is my cock good to your pussy?"
"Yeah, honey... only do it a little easier, huh? You're tearin' me apart, lover."
"Fuck you," he hissed, and pounded ever harder into her pussy.
He placed both his hands under her hips. The flabby muscles in his legs and butt corded as his body raised up to the tip of his toes. Perspiration ran freely from all his pores as he mounted all his strength into his hips, and then drove them forward, pulling her body to his as he thrust.
The full length of his cock seared through her cunt in one driving stroke. Instinctively, she screamed again as she felt his hot cock-head ream and drive itself into her belly without warning. She bit her Up until blood could be seen running across her chin to form a thin line of red on her neck.
He withdrew his hips from between her thighs until just the flaming red tip of his prick still rested in her cunt. Then with a growl that began clear down in his belly he rammed his hips forward again, plunging his monstrous prick completely to the hilt in her fat cunt.
Again she screamed as she felt the insides of her belly invaded with such power. The full throbbing length of his spear sank cruelly into her snatch. He could hear the wet, flat smack as his belly thudded against her crotch.
His body dropped down heavily on hers. His chest mashed her melonlike tits tightly, spreading them in huge mounds of flesh across the rest of her chest.
"There, cunt," he said, his face close to hers, contorted with anger and passion. "You wanted cock. You got cock." She only smiled and nodded.
It inflamed him further. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of fucking flesh beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the mattress. The wide-spread split between her legs was now completely open to his ravaging cock.
Now, instead of backing away from him, her hips started responding to his cruelty. Her cunt flowed copiously around his cock. His thrusting hips assumed a driving, pounding rhythm she matched with her own.
The glint in her eyes said yes, instead of stop. It drove him crazy, because his body was saying the same to him. He had wanted to hurt her with his cock, but he could tell she was loving it. His thrust became longer and harder until it seemed that he would have to be splitting her cunt in half.
And then it happened. For him but not for her.
With a low groan he completed his third orgasm in as many hours. The body beneath him sensed his cessation but continued its own bucking gyrations. He rolled away from her and lit the stub of a cigar.
"Oh, baby... baby," she said, still arching her body towards another mound of flesh that was no longer there. "I wasn't done yet, baby," she said. "I didn't get it yet."
"I was," he said.
Three times in three hours, he thought, and he was pretty sure he could probably get his dick up again. He knew he could if she were a little younger and a lot better-looking. The fact that her body was a mountain of quivering flesh didn't bother him. Fat never bothered him. He never noticed it. In fact, most of the time, he liked it. He enjoyed rolling his cock, when it was good and hard, around in the fatty rolls of a big woman's soft flesh.
He rolled his head over and looked at her. The face smiled back at him stupidly. Her cheeks resembled pink banks of black rivers as the streaked and diluted mascara wound its way down her face. Her cheeks had once sported dimples, but they were now obscured by obesity. The ebony roots in the blonde hair matched the thatch that was nearly hidden between her thighs.
Crow looked down across his own roll, rising like a soft white-capped mound over the black hair that lay like a rug on his massive chest. The entire center of his body had become a monument to the fat-inducing properties of beer.
He took the saliva-soaked cigar from his mouth and scanned the once-toned muscles in his arm that now hung like skin-coated jelly.
What difference? he thought. When you're young, you use muscles. When you get older, you get smarter--you use a gun. It's quicker and easier.
"Honeeee," she said, her voice a nasal whine in his ear.
"Yeah?"
She had rolled up on one elbow. One massive, blue-veined boob had flopped to rest on the side of his face. It felt like a sponge that had been left too long to cure. He guessed that if a finger were pushed into it, the indentation it made would remain there forever.
"Ya know, honey, I usually don't go all night for just twenty."
"That's all right," he replied. "I usually don't fuck hookers."
"Awww, lover. That ain't no nice thing to say. You know I always like to fuck you. It's just that you're so damn rough. You'd like to rip me apart with that big cock a' yours. You know I don't al'ays charge. I tole ya. I wouldn't even charge you now, or no more, 'ceptin'... " He let her rattle on, closing her voice out of his mind. Even though he was paying her, and had paid her the last two times, Crow didn't like to be reminded of it. He liked to think that he had charmed her to his room. And sometimes it was even better if he thought about forcing them up to his room to fuck. If he did have to pay her for a fuck, he liked to think it resulted in more of a bargain to him than anyone else could get out of her.
He turned his head away from her and dragged deeply on the cigar, letting his mind wander to more pleasant thoughts--killing Lassiter.
He remembered when the fat little faggot had nailed him and Steele. It had been almost five years. They had both done four years and two months on a three to five. All the time they were in they had thought about only two things--getting out and then killing Lassiter.
The fact that only ten more months would have gotten them out without a parole hanging over them made very little difference. They had broken parole anyway, contemptuously, only two days after they had been released.
When they found that Lassiter had gone up in the organization while they were away, it only served to sweeten the end result. Lassiter had graduated from being a runner to collecting from all the runners. That meant that on any given night he might have upwards to fifty grand wrapped around his middle when he hit the Gay Blade before going home or making his drop.
Crow hadn't wanted to bring the kid, Danny, into it but he had to agree with Steele that it was the easiest way. Danny was a good-looking kid, an ail-American type with long black hair, and a well-muscled, athletic, young body. Lassiter wouldn't be able to resist him.
Her whining voice came back to him. "... an' times just ain't been good. But if you an' me was to team up, honey... "
"Honey," he said.
"Yeah?" she replied, glad to regain his attention. "Shut your fat face before I shove one of your tits into it!"
She started to protest, but the telephone came to life, interrupting her. "Yeah?"
"Crow?"
"Yeah."
"Half an hour."
The phone went dead in his ear. He replaced the receiver and rolled from the bed. Collecting his crumpled clothes from a pile on the floor, he pulled them on carelessly and moved to the bathroom.
"Where you goin', lover?"
"Out!"
"But you said we was goin' to spend all night, honey. Look, I was just foolin' you, you know that. Don't you know that, lover?"
"I got business."
He opened the medicine cabinet and removed a razor, folding tooth brush, a traveling tube of tooth paste, and a tiny bottle of after-shave. All these he stored in various pockets of his suit jacket.
As he passed the bed, moving towards the door, she grabbed his arm.
"Please stay, lover. I ain't had no one like you in the longest time." He looked down between her mammoth, swaying boobs, to the bloated thighs. Her cunt was hardly discernible under the flabby rolls.
He wanted her again, one last time. I could make her blow me, he thought, one last time. No, he'd better not. Number four would take time. Steele would be waiting and the timing to Lassiter's room would be important. And keeping Steele waiting, or even worse, fouling up the Iceman's plans would be dangerous, very dangerous. A man could get himself very dead fucking up just the smallest fragment of one of Steele's elaborate plans.
"Let go," he said, willing the blood to run the other way from the hardening cock in his pants.
"You'll be back, won't ya?"
"Let go!"
"I had to start chargin', honey. They was gonna kick me outta this two-bit dump if somethin' wasn't paid on the rent soon... " Suddenly there was a wedge of cold steel in her belly. It nearly pushed the fat at the front inward to meet the spiny bone at the rear.
She grunted and looked down.
"You know what that is?" he said.
"Y... ye... yeah," she stammered.
"Then let go my arm or I'm gonna stick it up your ass and blow your brains back into your stupid, fucking head."
Danny moved from the pay phone and strolled back into the smoke-filled, sweet-scented room. Eyebrows lifted on turning heads, following his progress through the crowded tables. As he moved, his nostrils flared in repulsion, sensing more scents rising from the men than he could reasonably imagine in a ladies' powder room.
It wasn't his idea of an ideal job. Danny had never hustled another man before. But lonesome, little old ladies had been scarce that year and five grand just for fingering a guy was good bread. He hadn't told Steele that Lassiter had shown up with a little weasel faced gay named Warren. He didn't figure it made much difference anyway. He also hadn't mentioned that it looked like Lassiter was planning on taking Warren up to the room along with them.
He had spent every night for a week in the bar making himself available but never quite swinging. The previous evening he had finally gotten close to Lassiter. They had talked until the bar closed and Lassiter made a proposition for the following evening. "I usually don't pay for rough trade," he had told Danny, coyly drawing out the syllables of each word, "but in your case, my dear, I think I'll make an exception. From your looks, I think I could grow to love your meat."
"You won't be sorry," Danny had said, posing his body in the carefully practiced way he used so successfully on so many women.
Looking at Lassiter, it was hard for Danny to believe what he had been told about the man. He was overweight, with fat jowls hovering under a paunchy face. Short, hairy fingers drummed on the table. Now and then the metallic clink of one of the heavy rings he wore-on nearly every finger resounded clearly across the table above the conversational din in the room.
"But don't underestimate him," Steele had said, "he's killed ten like you on orders, and ten more for his own enjoyment."
Warren was speaking as he ran his hand along Danny's inner thigh. "I hope you don't mind Lassiter bringing me along. I mean, when he told me what a hunk you were, love... well, I just couldn't resist."
Danny could hardly hold his leg still under the tight jeans. He wanted to lift it and jam his foot into the man's balls. The thought of five thousand dollars was a great calming influence. He held his leg in check, making Warren think the shaking was part of his rabid anticipation.
"Warren loves to watch," Lassiter said, his lisp again jarring Danny, shaking his belief that the man could in any way be near the calculating killer that Steele had spoken about.
"Well, I'm kind of an exhibitionist anyway," Danny said, throwing his head back and laughing loudly.
"Shall we go?" Lassiter said, rising. "All these faggots make me nervous."
Danny Nelson had been a stud since the age of twelve, but he didn't know it until he was fifteen and his sister had caught him beating his meat in bed.
There were seven children in his family. They ranged in age from Carrie, his nineteen- year-old sister, down to baby Tom, his two-year-old brother. His father had disappeared right after the last child had been born and they hadn't seen him since.
The family was poor. There were three rooms and all six children and the mother were jammed into them, morning, noon, and night. Danny's mother tried for a while to raise them with respect for the law and a belief that things would eventually get better. But after a year of near-starvation poverty she gave up and started doing tricks in cheap hotels with men in order to pay the rent and provide some food for her family.
Danny never suspected this of his mother, even though he knew that his older sister, Carrie, sometimes went with men for a price. Rather than condemn her for such a thing, he envied her for the wild sex she was able to have while he could only dream about it.
He often thought of his beautiful sister fucking men as he lay in his bed at night jacking off.
He would ease the covers from his naked body in the dark and fill his hand with a huge hard-on. He would close his eyes and dream of her naked body with the white, wide thighs and the huge tits jutting proudly from her ample chest.
In the quiet darkness of the room he would run his fist up and down the long length of his fat cock until it throbbed and beat with a life all its own. Then he would sigh with relief as thick streams of gooey, white cum would pour from its huge head in streams and soak the front of his belly.
That was how Carrie found him one night when she returned home from her job early and turned the light on in the room.
He lay in the bed, his naked, muscular, young body thrusting his rigid cock up and down in his hand, when light flooded the room and Carrie stood in the doorway looking at him with amazement in her eyes.
She looked long and hard at his rigid cock, smiled and then said, "Jesus Christ."
She turned off the light and Danny could hear her moving towards the bed. He could also hear the rustling of her clothing as if she were removing it.
He was embarrassed because she had caught him. But he was also, for some strange reason, excited because she had seen his cock fully hard and aroused, standing proudly up from his hairy groin.
Before he knew it, she had slid into bed with him. Instantly he realized that she was stark naked. Her full, fleshy tits raked hotly across his chest and he could feel the hot, hard bumps of her nipples as they touched his.
"I didn't know you had grown up so fast, Danny," she whispered in his ear as she removed his hand from his cock and replaced it with her own.
Her touch thrilled him and he hunched upward with his hips, filling her fist with his throbbing meat.
"God, you're soft, Carrie," he sighed, feeling her thighs and hips press against his in the bed. "You're just like I dreamed you'd be."
"You want to stick your cock in my pussy, Danny?" she asked. "You want to fuck me?"
"Shit, yes... I'd love to fuck you."
"You've never fucked a girl yet, have you, Danny?"
"No."
She giggled. "I'm gonna get my brother's cherry," she said, squeezing his cock in her hand and making the head bulge with heated blood. "You're big, Danny. You've got a beautiful cock."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah," she said, running the tips of her fingers down into the crevice between the cheeks of his ass. "You're a real cock... a stud, little brother. I'll tell you how much so, and what we can do with you, after you fuck me... after you fuck me real good."
She pushed his hand between her soft, full thighs until he could feel the furry mass of her soft cunt against his sweating palm.
He gasped when he felt the full extent of what he was about to have. "Your body is soft, beautiful," he said, rubbing at the cushiness of her cunt, spreading the lips, caressing the inner flesh with his hungry fingers.
"That's it, Danny," she cooed. "Feel me good... touch me... stick your fingers inside my cunt. Do anything you want to do."
He stroked the clitoris and the huge puffed lips of her cunt. As he slipped a finger into her hole, her hips jerked in spasms. Her cunt muscles milked his fingers, urging it farther and farther into her hole.
"You want me to fuck you now?" he growled. "You want my cock in you now?"
"Yes, brother-of-mine. I want it. I want all of your cock inside me," she said in return, grabbing his head between her hands and kissing him violently, probing the inner softness of his mouth with her hot tongue. "Give me your sweet, big, fat dick!"
Unable to resist the musky smell of her sweet cunt, he decided to take a taste of it. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and burrowed into the damp gorge of her pussy with his heated face. The hairy cunt-lips encases his mouth, his nose, his, chin, as he dipped his tongue into the slit.
She spread her thighs wider, pulling his head into her snatch with her hands, urging him deeper and deeper into her hot, damp box.
He gasped as his tongue lapped at the swollen knob of her clitoris. He swirled it around and around the gash, licking eagerly at the honeyed juices he found dripping from her puffy gash.
She moaned deeply in her chest as he continued to lap her cunt. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it right now. Her hips jerked wildly under the sweet assault of his tongue and mouth. She fumbled for his cock, wanting it, wanting to feel it, fist it, and pound it.
He understood and moved his body around until his knees were astraddle her head and his cock was brushing her hot lips. With her tongue and hand, she worked the foreskin back and forth across the huge knob. She began to lick the tender skin on the head of his throbbing cock, skinning it back, then licking and savoring the sweet taste of its dripping hardness. She loved it, reveled in the hotness, the hardness of his prick. She fisted the staff and began to suck harder and harder on the huge swollen knob that seemed to fill the cavity of her hot mouth.
She came, her hot juices flooding his tongue and his mouth. It prompted his own come. Hot jism, salty and warm, flooded her throat and, in turn, her belly.
Somehow, even with no experience, Danny seemed to know just what to do. He knew without asking or experimenting just where he should put his hands, where he should place and push his cock, how he should bring his beautiful young sister right to the very peak of hot readiness.
Danny was a natural lover.
Still they didn't stop. Gushes of cum had flowed from the hard tip of his cock but still it was hard and throbbing. It wanted more and she was more than prepared to give it everything.
"Put it in me!" she breathed heavily in his ear as she raked his back with her long nails, dragging his ass around, into position above the vee of her writhing, gushing cunt. "Stick your big cock into my cunt and fuck me good!"
Suddenly it was his hot flesh against hers, his coarse pubic hair against her soft beaver. His hot cock ramming, gliding, sliding in and out of her hole, his hard meat rubbing inside of her cunt. She ground her pubic bone against his in pure delight.
"Oh, Carrie, Carrie!" he gasped. "What a fuck. What a fuck you are."
Their hips swung together in a long arc, frantic now, their loins slapped noisily together, knees bent, legs flailing, bone against bone, flesh against flesh.
"Oh, it's good, Danny," she gasped, "your cock is good in me. Pound it. Fuck the hell out of my sweet pussy!"
"Oh, shit!" he cried, muffling his growling voice in the soft fragrance of her throat. "I'm comin'! I'm comin' like a goddamn geyser!"
A final surge of stroking and then hot cream poured into her cunt, spurting again and again while he lunged against her in releasing thrusts of power.
She also came. She was lost in her own lustful explosion, jerking, bucking, draining him while spurting forth with her own juices.
Slowly they quivered into solitude. She rolled him from her, moved down his body and encased his failing cock in her mouth. With her tongue and the soft inner skin of her sucking cheeks she cleaned the combined mixture of her own juices and his cum from the softening dick.
Then she crawled back up his body and Wound around him in preparation for sleep.
"What did you mean, Carrie, when you said we'd find something for me?"
She laughed lightly. "You know the woman I work for... Mrs. Adler?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I do a lot more than just write her letters for her. You'll see. Tomorrow you'll go to work with me and I'll show you."
The next day Danny found out just what Mrs. Adler was all about. She was a strikingly beautiful and wealthy woman who looked twenty years younger than her actual age of fifty.
Her husband had died two years before, leaving her a great deal of money, and a rabid thirst for unbridled sex which she used her money for. She had no qualms about sex in any way, shape or form with men, women, girls, and boys.
Danny was only in the house two hours before he found his cock imbedded to his balls in Mrs. Adler's plump ass while the lady herself sucked with wild abandon on the damp sweetness of Carrie's cunt.
He was hired as a houseboy and in the following year learned every facet of sex ever devised. He also learned that he was indeed a stud with a cock much larger than a normal man's and the staying power of a bull.
He devised means of getting more and more money from the old lady for his favors. It became so easy to do that he reasoned he could do it with other women.
One night, after a particularly long session of wild sex, he calmly went through the woman's purse, her closets, and her safe and extracted all the money he could find.
He then kissed his sister good-bye and struck out on his own.
For four years he was successful. He lived off several women and traveled practically the whole world. But then it got boring. It also became frustrating to just fuck the old women. He longed for some sweet, young pussy. The women he worked for were jealous and very possessive. He eventually realized that he would need money of his own if he were ever io gain any independence so he could do what he wanted when he wanted, with whomever he wanted.
That was when he met Steele and Crow.
CHAPTER TWO
Steele and Crow stepped from the elevator and walked directly to the door of Lassiter's room. While Steele stood aside, his eyes lazily scanning the other doors along the hall for any sign of life, Crow worked at the lock. In seconds he had it open and they moved inside. Steele settled in an easy chair across from the door. It was completely shaded from the alternate flashes of a neon from across the street that, every ten seconds, turned part of the room into daylight. An ivory nail clipper appeared in his hand and he started cleaning his already immaculately manicur-ed nails.
Crow moved around the room like a caged animal, from the sofa, to the door, to the window. He parted the drapes and peered down into the street. It had started raining and the glistening pavement reminded him of nights inside the walls. Nights when the rain had danced through the spotlights as they raked the walls with the same illumination the neons now gave the city. They would never get him back behind those walls. He could never go that long again without a woman. He blinked his eyes against the bright neon and felt a slight shudder run up the length of his back. He dropped the drape and sat on the arm of the sofa.
"You shoulda seen this pig I fucked tonight."
Steele looked up for just an instant, his eyes, in the brief light, barely illuminated beneath the heavy brows. Silently he returned his attention to his nails, clipping, pausing, looking, and clipping again.
"I mean, her boobs were as big as my fucking head... you know that?"
From the chair the steady clip, clip sound served to further unnerve Crow. He always got nervous until it started, until he could start to enjoy it. Killing, for Crow, was like putting the prick to a good woman; the foreplay was nothing, the act was everything. "Steele?"
"Yeah," Steele replied, a flat, almost far away tone in his voice. "Aw... nothin'." Steele didn't have any nerves. That bothered Crow. He didn't like Steele but he trusted and respected him. He also feared him. Crow was sure Steele could carve up his own mother and serve her to his father if he thought it was necessary to his own survival. Again he glanced at the shadowy figure in the chair and realized the differences between them. Steele would remain totally calm right up to the moment he killed Lassiter. Then he would become a man possessed.
"I mean, this pig was so fat... " Crow said. "Then why did you sleep with her?"
"You mean why did I fuck her?"
"That's what I said," Steele replied. Steele never said, "Fuck." In fact, Steele rarely swore at all. When he was angry, he rarely said anything. He just looked at you with those weird eyes.
Crow began to fidget again, pacing. He moved to the closet door and opened it. "Would you look at this shit?" Steele looked up. Crow was holding a woman's nightie in one hand and a pair of large, lacy panties in the other. "Man, this son-of-a-bitch is sweet, ain't he?"
"He's one of the smartest slobs I know," Steele said, his voice intense in its low monotone.
"He put us away, didn't he?" Crow shrugged, dropped the nightie to the floor and crossed the room to the sofa.
"Crow."
"Yeah?"
"Get me a drink!"
Crow moved to the tiny wall bar and returned, glass in hand. "Here!"
"Now drink it yourself," Steele said. "Slowly. It'll give you something to do."
Outside the door and down the hall the elevator door clanked open. Crow set the glass on a table and, gun in hand, moved to stand by the door. Suddenly a calm deliberation became evident in his manner and in his every move.
Steele didn't move. Only his eyes rolled to gaze intently at the slot of light beneath the door.
The only sound in the room, other than the slight grating of the key in the lock, was the steady clicking of the hammer on Crow's gun.
Danny was the first through the door. He sidestepped, letting Warren pass him in the darkness by a couple of paces. Then he put a knee, hard, into the small of the little man's back. The blow sent Warren sprawling into a far corner of the room.
The sound alerted Lassiter but too late. Crow ground his gun into the fat man's ribs and grabbed the back of his long hair at the same time. Crow pulled hard until Lassiter was sure his neck would snap. His face was turned straight up, towards the ceiling, but his eyes pointed downward, crossed, as he tried to scan the dim room.
Crow used his knee on Lassiter's backside, hopping him, duck-fashion, across the room until he was directly in front of Steele's chair.
"Hello, Lassiter," Steele said, snapping on a lamp by the side of his chair and training the naked bulb into the fat man's face.
Lassiter's hand crossed his body and disappeared under his coat when he saw and heard who it was.
To the casual observer Steele's arm barely moved, but the results were that of a striking snake. Lassiter grunted in pain as his hand reappeared, the knife of Steele' nail clipper imbedded as far as it would go in the back of the hand, and the thin blade protruding from the bleeding palm.
Steele stood and calmly reached under Lassiter's coat. "Stupid, Lassiter, stupid," he said, pulling the revolver out and tossing it to Danny. "What's that?"
"Warren somebody," Danny said, standing over the quivering figure on the floor. "Lassiter brought him along to watch."
"He don't look much like a bodyguard," Crow growled around his cigar, his grinning face pressed against the side of Lassiter's head.
"Watch him!" Steele told Danny and turned back to Lassiter. "Where is it?"
"I heard you were out, Steele. I been meanin' to get in touch with you... "
"Sure you have," Steele said. "I have, honest. I got your share put away."
"Fuck you, Lassiter," Crow hissed, grinding the hard barrel of his gun into the soft body and blowing another cloud of cigar smoke into the man's face. "Where is it?" Steele said again. This time he didn't wait for an answer. With a smooth, but savage pull, he withdrew the blade from Lassiter's hand and started sawing on the man's belt. In seconds he was through the thin strip of leather. He yanked open the-trousers. They fell in a bunched heap around Lassiter's ankles to reveal bony, spindly, hairless legs protruding like bent and knotted twigs beneath silk drawers.
With another wrenching yank, Steele shredded the front of Lassiter's shirt. The belt was an extra layer of fat around the man's middle. Steele's thin lips broke into a smile. "Fat. Very fat. I figured this was the right day of the week."
He started to methodically unwrap the belt. "You must be crazy, Steele. That's syndicate money."
"Shut up, Lassiter."
"Man, I'm tellin' ya, there ain't no place you can hide, Steele. You know that. You take that dough and you can kiss... " Lassiter started hacking again from a fresh cloud of cigar smoke in his face. "Those cigars Crow smokes are foul, aren't they?" Steele's smile broke into a wide grin. He nodded at Crow and pulled the cigar from the man's mouth.
Crow's face mirrored Steele's grin as he tightened his grip on Lassiter's head. Steele turned the cigar in one hand, grabbed Lassiter's throat with the other and deftly ground the red ember out in the man's mouth.
The fat man's reflexes willed him to scream but it was quickly silenced when he realized that the farther he opened his throat the more cigar Steele could shove down it.
Steele finished unwrapping the belt and dropped it on the sofa. He spotted the two staring faces in the corner--mouths identically agape, eyes wide, heads shaking involuntarily.
"What's the matter, kid?" Steele asked.
"Nothin'," Danny replied. "Jesus, won't he choke?"
"Nah. He can still breathe through his nose," Steele replied. "For a while." Steele had barely finished speaking when he turned and drove his fist into Lassiter's stomach. At the same time Crow released his head and sent his knee against the man's coccyx.
Lassiter pitched forward only to have his head nearly torn from his shoulders as his face met Steele's foot.
He fell to the floor with Crow following him. Crow knelt on his knees, his legs spreadeagled across Lassiter's chest. Methodically, his face beaming, Crow pounded his hamlike fists into Lassiter's face, creating pulp out of the man's features.
Steele calmly walked around the fallen figure, placing his feet in grinding, well-timed kicks, in every part of Lassiter's exposed body.
Danny felt sick.
Beside him, Warren retched, his head sagging on hunched shoulders. Danny moved to Steele and grabbed his arm as if he could stop it before it went farther than he had expected. Before he could get a grip, he found himself flattened against the wall, his mouth open, gasping for breath that wouldn't come.
Steele grabbed a rocking chair from the floor by the sofa. The cushion and a large doll that had been sitting on it rolled away. With a burst of savage strength Steele ripped the chair apart. With a rocker in each hand he turned back to Lassiter's body.
In his fury, Crow clutched at anything to use as a club. His hand came across the doll. He stood and used it like a club until it turned red with Lassiter's blood.
They stood like that for many more minutes, two demons intent on human destruction, above the unrecognizable, broken body.
At last they were satiated. They stood above the crumpled mass, their eyes alive, staring at nothing, their breathing heavy as they felt years of hate drain pleasantly away. Steele snapped his fingers and from somewhere in his sleeve Crow produced a razor. He passed it to Steele who flipped it open and started to kneel over Lassiter's fallen form.
"For God's sake," Danny said from the corner, his voice almost a squeal in the silence of the room. "He's already dead."
"Yeah," Steele said, his voice again flat, toneless, his eyes relaxing back into the slowly researching stare. "I guess he's dead enough."
"What about him?" Crow said. "Huh?" Steele murmured, rising. Crow motioned towards Warren crouching in the corner. Crow still held the doll in his hand. As he motioned with his arm, the head of the doll separated from its body. It rolled across the floor and came to rest between Warren's legs.
He looked down at it and squealed like a wounded animal. He looked up, directly into Steele's face. It glowed like a specter in the neon's glare. Warren saw Steele's eyes swimming in icy-blue waves that seemed to envelop him like a glove. A shaft of light glistened in Steele's hand as the razor again flipped open.
The little man stood, his mouth open in a soundless scream. He backed farther into the corner, towards the window.
Steele took a step towards him. And then he was gone. The initial crash was followed by the tinkle of tiny glass fragments as they fell from the shattered window to the floor.
He was born Thomas Hampton Steele III to wealthy, conservative parents who had no idea what they were loosing on the world. Breeched in birth, he tore himself screaming from his innocent mother's bloody womb. She lived just long enough to see the fruits of her labor before she breathed her last.
He was raised by nurses and nannies who early on realized that the young heir to the Steele fortune had a cruel, almost other-worldly streak of evil in his strange brain.
Because his father hated the sight of the son who had killed the only woman he had ever loved, the older Steele turned the boy loose, hardly paying any attention to the deeds and misdeeds that others around him saw and feared daily.
As the years passed and the father's depression and drinking grew, the son indulged himself to the fullest extent that his father's money would allow.
By the time he was seventeen he had experienced what most men of forty had only dreamed about. Sex, most of all, was no mystery to him.
At the age of fourteen a sudden urge to satisfy the cravings of his body engulfed him and he raped a young maid who worked in the house. Instead of saying anything about it, the girl became filled with fear. Young Steele's eyes seemed to follow her everywhere and threaten her with all kinds of perverted cruelty should she even think of saying anything about what he had done.
She was so afraid that the second time he wanted to fuck her, she lay for him without a whimper or a struggle. Other women followed--some willing, some unwilling. He liked it better if they were unwilling. He would fuck them anyway.
Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere. But somehow he always avoided anything serious because of his father's wealth.
Then he met Constance Freeling.
She was the wife of his father's business partner and he wanted to fuck her more than any woman he had ever met before. She teased him, flirted with him, and almost dared him to try something with her. But she never actually came out and invited him to screw her.
At last he could stand it no more. He knew her husband made a regular thing out of Monday-evening poker games. Steele waited until he left one Monday and boldly entered the house through a garden window.
He found her sitting in front of a vanity in her upstairs bedroom, completely nude.
"What do you want?" she said, not even bothering to cover her body in front of the rash youth.
"I want to fuck you," he replied. "Get out!"
"I said I want to fuck you."
"And I said, get out!"
"I will," the boy said, "after I fuck you."
She fought like a wild cat as he dragged her across the room to the bed. She scratched, she screamed, she tried to gouge out his eyes with her long, blood-red nails. But the more she fought the more he wanted to fuck her and the harder his cock got.
His hands kneaded her globelike tits, making the huge buds of her nipples stand out against her will, while he held her body to the bed with the weight of his own.
"You're crazy! My husband will kill you!" she shouted as she tried to wrench her knee upward between his legs.
He only laughed and dropped one of his hands to her bared knee and slipped it roughly up towards the fullness of her thigh.
She froze for a moment beneath him at the unexpected contact crawling over her sensitive flesh. It wasn't until his thumb jammed roughly against the folds of her damp pussy that she again reacted violently, grabbing and restraining his wrist tightly with her hands.
"You're gonna fuck me, baby," he leered down at her as he unzipped his fly. "You're gonna fuck me because you really want to underneath all this bullshit."
"Like hell I am," she hissed and clamped her thigh tightly over his invading hand.
"Loosen up!" he commanded her.
In answer she struck out blindly with her nails again. He responded by slapping her hard across the face. It was a merciless, stinging blow that left her head ringing.
Rolling over on his side, he peeled his clothing down from his body. It allowed his thick, hardening cock to spring forward like a rampaging, blunt-headed spear. He grinned evilly at her as they lay side by side. He pulled the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth with his fingers, exposing the bulbous head of his cock.
There was no escape and she quickly realized it as she sensed his hands roaming over her vulnerable body.
His muscular, powerful hands reached her, and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaked down past her lips into the depths of her throat.
She lay next to him, her body dully limp upon the realization of his superior strength. Both anger and frustration filled her mind as she felt the hardness of his swelling cock digging into the tender softness of her vibrating belly.
The woman's entire body jumped when he shoved three fingers of his hand far up the channel of her soaking, unsuspecting cunt.
"Don't tell me you don't want it," Steele said. "You're as wet as a pig in heat."
Again she tried to twist away from him but failed.
Steele took advantage of her movement to insinuate his own body between her wildly thrashing legs. He improved his position by pushing her legs even farther apart and clamping his sweating palms against the soft inner flesh of her trembling thighs.
She straggled to pull her legs together again, but it was a hopeless task against his newfound position and his strength.
She raised her head, anger and fear in her eyes, to look down between their two bodies. She could see his huge cock poised above the dripping slit of her pussy. Trapped with her legs high in the air, the pink, wet flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless giving. She could see the thick, white juice already seeping in long globs from the throbbing head of his waiting cock as it neared the spread lips of her cunt. He bent his head to one full, bouncing tit and clamped his teeth hard on a nipple. He bit it and worried it, like a dog does a bone, until she moaned in a weird combination of pain and intense pleasure.
It was the sound that he had been waiting for, a sound that, coming from a woman under his power and his cock, he had grown to recognize so well.
"When I'm through with you, little pussy, you're gonna beg me for it, just like so many other cunts do. You're gonna get down on your knees and beg me to put my big cock anywhere I want to put it--in your mouth, your cunt, up your ass, anywhere. Understand?"
Using the thick, rubbery head of his cock, he parted the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt and flicked his hips forward.
She groaned but lay still, mumbling oaths deep in her throat.
Levering himself upward, using all the strength in his powerful body, he slammed his cock all the way into her cunt, not stopping until his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapped flatly against the upturned cheeks of her barely resisting ass.
He let his weight settle down on her, crushing her fleshy, writhing butt farther into the mattress and flattening her huge, brown-tipped tits with his chest. He tensed his muscles, flexing his cock as hard as he could, curious to see what effect it would have on her.
"You like it, don't you?" he said, leering down into her contorted face.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her face was twisted into a cruel smile, matching his own. Her body was as tense as a whipcord and he could feel the walls of her pussy start to contract and milk his already dripping, thick cock.
"Yes, you son-of-a-bitch, I like it. I love it. You got it in me, now fuck me! Fuck the living shit out of my cunt!"
At once she became a mad woman.
Moving with a will of their own, her straining legs climbed higher on his back. She spread them wider and used the strong muscles of her inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt more deeply.
The room was suddenly filled with cries and groans. Echoing throughout was the rhythmic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. It grew louder each time his driving cock crashed brutally into the lunging split of her sucking pussy.
She became another woman entirely. Her face became wildly contorted with lust and the joy of her approaching come. Her tongue thickened and swirled crazily up into his mouth. Her tits seemed to swell in size as the hard nipples relentlessly bored into his chest.
"Oh yes, yes, YES!" sne was crying up into his face as her moment of ecstasy drew nearer and nearer. He felt her tightly locked cunt-lips begin to contract and then expand fiercely around his lunging cock as he skewered her harder and harder with each thrust. He paced his stroke faster, wanting to make this a come she would remember and want again.
Then he felt her body lurch out of control. The muscles in her cunt clawed and sucked at his driving cock as if she would crush it and pull it from his body. She was panting and screaming at him as she felt his rod swell with his own orgasm.
Suddenly they came together. They were one.
There was no certain place where his cock ended and her cunt began. Her legs twisted around his back, forcing her cunt farther over his cock. A wildly searing sensation built up in her body and raced through her crazily swaying tits as she felt his balls suddenly explode. His sperm flooded hotly into her pussy. It touched and filled her in places that she never dreamed could ever be reached. Places that had never been reached by her little-cocked, weak-fucking husband.
A growl of delight escaped his lips as she screamed out her come and the two of them ground into each other.
From then on, they couldn't get enough of each other. It became a regular, weekly fuckfest every Monday evening and any other evening they could steal away together. For over a year it went on, until her husband caught them.
Secretly she hated him, but she loved his animallike desire and his cock. He treated her like a whore, which made her hate him even more. He also knew that she wished she could rid herself of him each time he finished with her, but he was crafty enough to know that she would always have him back whenever he wanted to come back.
She had already blown him twice when the telephone rang. She jumped up and ran to the phone, her beautiful, fleshy butt bouncing delightfully as she moved. Steele watched her go, swore, and looked down across the mat of black, curling hair that covered his massive, naked chest to the swollen red tip of his cock as it swelled again and again from the center of his fist as he pumped it.
"Shit," he muttered aloud, "every time I get my dick in her fucking face, the phone starts to ring." He heard her muffled tones from the next room and then the receiver being dropped to the cradle.
Seconds later her nude body appeared in the doorway. "Who was it?"
"My husband," she replied. "Oh, yeah? Damn, I'd better go!"
"No. He has to stop by your place and talk to your father first. He won't be here until after."
"Good," Steele said, a sardonic leer creasing his face. "We can finish. I'd hate to be laying here fucking the shit out of his wife and have him walk in."
"No you wouldn't," she said, her tone hard and vacant. "I think you'd enjoy the hell out of it." He laughed. "Maybe," he said, keeping his cock hard by pumping it and watching her lush body in repose against the door. "But the longer we hold off him finding out the better.
Now c'mere! I want to fuck your face."
"You're a pig, Thomas Steele, a sex pig," she said, but nevertheless crawled onto the bed between his legs.
"No," he said, reaching under her arms and pulling her upward until her tits were dangling just above his chest. "Run your big jugs around a little." Oh, God, she thought, how I hate him. How I hate to feel like a slave to him.
But she knew that even if she could be free of him and of his cruelty, she would find someone else just like him. The sex she had had with other men before him was good. It was smooth, satisfying, and loving. But it wasn't exciting and dangerous. Sex with Steele was.
She propped herself above him until just her nipples floated across the hair on his chest, leaving waves of sensuality coursing through both their bodies in their wake. She revolved the upper part of her body in ever-increasing circles as she moved lower and lower.
A tiny, continuous trickle of jizz oozed from the head of his cock as her body ran across it. He traced patterns with it on the inside of her thighs, her beaver, her belly, and, at last, her tits. She squeezed her full breasts around it when she was low enough so he could hump his cock between them. She bent her head and licked greedily at the tip of his cock. It caused the saliva to overflow in her mouth and dribble out in streams over his prick and hairy belly.
That was one of the strange things about Steele that kept her in a peak of sexual excitement when she was with him. He never stopped coming and he never seemed to abate in sexual need and desire. He rarely came in huge gushes but continually in tiny spurts that would flow all over their bodies and then down her throat or up her cunt. His huge balls never seemed to empty and his cock could stay hard for hours.
"Now! NOW!" he groaned, his eyes narrowing to two needlepoints of desire as he reached with his hands and jammed her mouth roughly over the gorged head of his cock. "Work on it, you cunt! SUCK IT!"
She groaned herself and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot fluid flow down her throat. It excited her, made her own pussy stream with juice, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.
She moved a little lower, spread his legs and paused with just the throbbing head of his cock poised in her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly around his knob so great gobs of saliva and cum could stream down around the staff. While she did this, she worked her hands around on his cock until they and the staff they held were oil slick.
Then she rubbed the crack of his ass with her fingers, well-lubricating his hole. With her tongue reaming the pinpoint opening in his cock-head, she felt beneath his body for the huge rubber dildo they had both come to adore. She lifted her leg and, without a pause, jammed it as far up her cunt as it would go, completely lubricating it with the sweet, sticky juices of her pussy.
"Hurry," he urged, "I can feel the big one starting to come."
She revolved the instrument around and around in her cunt and then removed it. Carefully she placed its head against his palpitating asshole. Slowly she lowered her head over his cock until about one-third of it was in her face.
Then everything happened at once.
She shoved the dildo its full length up his ass, making him groan in ecstasy and lunge upward with his hips. She drove her own head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full force and the full length of his meat.
At once great globs of cum spurted from his throbbing staff, washing her throat as they slithered down into her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with the rubber cock the more his own prick would give forth with its gushing juices.
When his streams again became a trickle, she rolled to her side and let him slowly fuck her face while she removed the dildo from his asshole and inserted it in her cunt. With the dildo, she matched his rhythms and soon felt her own series of orgasms start.
This was the part that they both enjoyed. In the mirror they could both see the huge rubber cock going in and out of her cunt just as they could see his still hard and inflamed cock surging in and out of her mouth, so far and so deep that her lips brushed his pubic hair with each and every stroke. His prick was so far in her throat that it almost approached pain. But just as the dildo pounded against her insides, it was a pain that she enjoyed.
Once again they were both on the verge of orgasm when her body was suddenly flung across the room to land in a blob of throbbing flesh against the far wall.
Her eyes opened and she looked up to see Stuart, her husband, bringing his entwined, clenched fists down, full into Steele's unprotected face.
Steele himself saw the blow coming but was unable to twist away in time. He took it full in the face and blood spurted in great gushes from his ruptured nose.
Instead of the pain hurting and blinding him, he almost seemed to enjoy it. It filled him with an animal desire to do battle. Stuart Freeling was a big man, bigger than Steele, but he couldn't match the younger man's speed and cunning.
Freeling's wife, Constance, almost enjoyed watching Steele beat her husband to a pulp. The enjoyment, however, turned to fright when she realized that Steele wasn't going to stop at the mere beating. He continued until she was sure that Stuart Freeling had to be dead.
Even though the older man was an inanimate mass of unconscious flesh beneath him, Steele continued to pound and kick the body until he made sure himself that the other man was dead.
They caught him two days later and Constance Freeling's contention that Steele had been raping her when her husband had burst in and found them went against Steele at the trial.
Because of his father's intervention, Steele managed to swing a short sentence based on self-defense when Constance Freeling's old lovers were unearthed and her statement of rape at the boy's hands was totally discredited.
Steele did his time easily as a model prisoner, during which his father drank himself to death and, in the process, lost every cent of his wealth on bad investments.
When the younger Steele got out, the first thing he did was find Constance Freeling. She was petrified and begged him to forgive her for her statements at the trial. He eased her fears and told her that all he was interested in was sex.
For a full two days and nights Steele gorged himself on the sexual joys of her body, the joys that he had dreamed about so long in those years and months behind the walls.
He loved and caressed and fucked her body as he had never done before. And when he had enough of her, he killed her. He looted the house of everything that could be converted into cash and fled.
Then he bought a gun and an expensive hand-tooled holster and started on a career that seemed to be his destiny from birth.
CHAPTER THREE
The only sound in the room blared from a television set, its picture little more than an image vacillating in the midst of a snowy screen.
Across from it, on the bed, the woman sat, her back propped by several pillows. She was immobile save for the constantly moving eyes and the quivering of one near-palsied arm. Once in a while, beneath the thin covers, a log would attempt to match the arm's movements.
Her mane of dark hair was shiny like the coat of a raven with only mottled streaks of gray that added to the beauty of her face rather than distracted from it. It was unevenly cut, appearing somewhat long and shaggy at some points and then stubby short and unkempt at others.
The face was beautiful, with only faint lines belying its owner's forty years of age. High cheekbones and full, sensual lips graced alarming features that flowed down into a long, graceful neck that was covered with white, clear skin.
The large, full tits jutted braless beneath the nightgown, filling it with their desirable softness. Beneath the covers the gown had crawled up to leave her wide, flaring hips and curved thighs naked and inviting to both the touch and the eye of anyone who might wander into the room.
But no one had wandered in for a very long time; no one but the girl.
Outside she could hear the sharp cackling of an angry chicken. It got louder and angrier until it was abruptly stifled by the thud of an axe blade.
In the yard, below the window, the girl studied the red spot on the front of her dress. It reminded her of something, another spot just like it.
It took her several moments, her eyes moving to the pool of red on the stump and back to her dress to equate what she had done to the chicken to the spot. Her eyes blinked. Her head shook. She almost had it and then it disappeared, floating out of her mind as the sound from the television upstairs in the woman's room seemed to replace it.
"Soup," she said aloud, and pulled the chicken off the stump. She followed the cement walk up to the house, carefully avoiding each crack. It was getting harder and harder for her to avoid the cracks because each day there were more of them. Grass grew up between the cracks. It didn't use to and she absently wondered why suddenly it had started.
A kettle of water boiled noisily on the stove.
She dropped the chicken into the water and moved across to the sink. As she washed the blood from her hands, she noticed that the sink, like the walk in the back and the steps in the front, seemed to also be accumulating cracks.
She remembered that her father used to repair all the cracks. Since he had gone away there was no one to do it any more. She wondered how he had done it.
Without bothering to dry the water from her hands, she picked up a tray from the sideboard and started for the stairs. She was halfway to the landing when a knock sounded on the front door. She set the tray on a step and came slowly back down the stairs, one at a time. She knew it would be someone from the outside. As she opened the door, she concentrated with all her energy on playing the game-that they always played with her.
She couldn't remember the man's face. Faces rarely stayed with her for long. But she did remember his uniform. Except this time there were two uniforms. She was sure that the last time he had come there had only been one uniform.
"Hello, Retha."
"Hello," she said, remembering to smile.
The man handed her a lot of envelopes bound with a rubber band.
"Here's your mail. You gotta start going down to the road and gettin' your mail outta the box, Retha. I mean, it gets so the box is so full I can't get no more in it. You understand, Retha?"
"All right."
"I mean once every couple weeks I gotta bring it up here to the house. Now you can just walk down to the end of the lane and get it, can't you?"
"Yes."
"How's your ma?"
"Fine."
"I haven't seen you in town for a long time."
"No."
"This here's Ted. He's gonna be your mailman now. So you better start gettin' your mail, 'cause he jes might up an' take it right back to the post office if you don't."
"All right," she said, accepting the letters and closing the door.
"Woeeeow, she's a good-lookin' little gal," said the younger man as they made their way back to the red, white, and blue truck.
"Yeah... 'spose she is. She's got a little strange though since her family troubles. Probably didn't hear or pay attention to a word I said, so just keep fillin' the box up till it's full, then bring it up to her like I been doin'."
They climbed into the truck and backed around to the head of the lane. As they moved away under the trees, the younger man looked back at the huge old house looming against the graying skies. "She live clear out here all alone?"
"No... she got her stepmomma up there with her. But she's kinda funny in the head I think. Had a stroke or somethin'. It's a sad case, really... "
"She ever go out? I mean, with anybody?" he asked, interrupting the older man. He didn't care about the stepmother or the girl's past. She was the best thing he had seen since coming to town. He wanted to evaluate his chances with her before he brought the mail up to her the following morning.
Through the light from the open doorway, he had seen the girl's naked body under the thin dress. The round, pure darkness of her large areolas with their pink centers had stirred the blood in his cock as they shone clearly through the material. Her legs had been slightly apart and the dark curl of her pussy hair had hung in a long length down between her beckoning young thighs. He guessed her to be about seventeen and, living like she did clear out in the middle of nowhere, she was probably still tender and every inch a virgin. Just toe thought of it made his mouth water and his cock harden.
"... the father ran off a while back. Folks say he use to do some drinkin' and, I guess maybe they was another woman involved. Well, right about the time he left, the wife took sick an"most died. Guess the girl nursed her but as far as I know, the woman ain't walked since. I heard in town once that she can't even hardly walk. The girl takes care of her though, real good, considering that she ain't even the woman's real daughter."
The younger man lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the smoke seep slowly between lips thinly creased in a knowing smile. "So that sweet thing's out here all alone with a helpless old woman."
The other man laughed. "Don't you pay no mind to that, boy. Folks around here say that little gal could butcher a steer and hit a squirrel in the eye with her own rifle when she was only ten years old. You believe it, she can take real good care of herself."
I'll take care of her, the young man called Ted thought. I'll take real good care of her first thing come tomorrow morning.
Retha closed the door behind the men and leafed through the mail. After extracting one letter from the pile, she opened the hall closet door and dropped the rest on the floor. The pile, she noticed, was getting very large. She would have to burn it, or throw it away, or whatever her father use to do with the mail that wasn't used to buy groceries. She was sure her father had done something with the mail besides fill up the closet with it... but she couldn't remember.
Upstairs the woman could hear the voices in the hallway below. She worked her lips. Her mind wanted to scream, but no matter how hard she tried only faint sounds came from her throat. With trembling fingers she moved her hand towards the cane that hung from the bedpost.
If she could only reach it, if she could just lift it and tip it enough so it would fall against the window. The heavy metal head would surely crack the glass, and perhaps shatter the window.
She could feel the texture of the material under her forearm shift from quilt to sheet as she willed the limb upward on the bed. At last she could feel the metal shaft.
It moved a little... and then a little more.
She tapped it lightly with a finger until she made it swing. Then, as perspiration from the effort poured off her forehead, she was able to curve a finger clear around it. She grasped the rubber tip in her palm and then, slowly, with what she felt as her last ounce of strength, she started to lift.
"What do you want with your cane, Beatrice? You know you're not strong enough to get up yet."
The woman fell back against the pillows. As the girl drew the cane from her hand, it fell lifeless, hitting her hip and falling on down her side to the bed. Her lungs heaved, grabbing for great gasps of air as her huge tits strained against the taut material of the nightgown.
She hadn't heard Retha come up the stairs or enter the room. She wondered where the voices had gone.
"You've got to cooperate more if you're going to get your health back, Beatrice. You know that. Now just relax and I'll bathe you." The young girl smiled more to herself than to the woman and leaned close to the other's ear. "And then maybe if we both feel like it, we can do it... I mean, maybe together."
While the girl talked, she methodically pulled the older woman's nightgown from her body and removed the layer of covers from the bed, leaving the white, near-perfect body completely nude and vulnerable against the blue of the lower sheet.
Then she helped the woman move upward and placed several pillows behind her back until she was in an upright sitting position.
Carefully she dampened a rag, soaped it lightly and began bathing the woman's body. When that was done, she took a large bath towel and proceeded to dry her.
"I'll do it right today. You'll see. I've been practicing. Just give me enough time, Beatrice, and I'll do everything as good as he could ever do it. And pretty soon you'll be well again and you can do it to me... just like he used to."
Absently Retha let the towel slip from her fingers, but she went right on rubbing the woman's naked body. She cupped the large full tits and squeezed the nipples until they became hard and erect in her palms.
She moved her hands down across the woman's smooth, flat belly and, with two fingers of one hand she spread the lips of her cunt wide apart. She then took two fingers of her other hand and started vigorously rubbing the hardening and lengthening bud of the woman's clitoris where it jutted from the hairy folds in wet splendor.
"You can feel it, can't you, Beatrice?" the girl said gleefully. "You can feel me playing with your pussy the way he used to do. You are getting better. Pretty soon now you'll be able to lick my pussy instead of me just rubbing it off against your face. You'll like that, won't you, Beatrice? Then you can truly take his place... when you can fuck me and make me come with your tongue, then you can be him for me, can't you?"
As the younger girl stroked and pushed her fingers into the woman's cunt, she rubbed her own hard, swollen tits around and around the woman's shoulder, neck, and against her face.
"Oh," she continued, "I wish you could suck my tits like I suck yours... like he use to suck my boobs all the time. It felt so good. I know you're getting better, Beatrice, because you can feel me suck your tits, can't you? I can tell 'cause your nipples can get hard now. They get harder and harder every time I do it any more."
Inside the woman's head her mind was screaming. She was getting better and she knew it. Soon she might even be able to move her legs enough to escape. But she didn't want, didn't dare, let the girl know it. Even though the memory of that horrible night had returned and her mind was once again clearly functioning, her body still hadn't gotten over the shock.
But it would. And when it did, she would escape. That is, if the girl's mind didn't snap completely first. The woman's eyes rolled from side to side in their sockets, watching the girl's gleeful face as her hands roamed at will over her body.
Retha is crazy, Beatrice thought. Or am I crazy? The meaning of the girl's conversations and her intense desire for daily lesbian sex was almost too much for Beatrice's newly acquired sanity and return to normal thought. The girl's meanderings were getting steadily worse each day and Beatrice didn't know why.
She only wished that the muscles of her body had recovered from the shock of that night as quickly as the processes of her mind.
The girl was talking again. Beatrice steeled herself to think only about the words in order to steel herself against the wild cravings and sensations the girls hands were causing in her reawakening body.
"The mailman was here again. He says I didn't get the mail the way I should. He says I must remember how to do it. I'll try to remember what to do next time. Your pussy is wet, Beatrice. It's soaking wet. Shall I fuck your pussy with my tongue like he used to do with his cock? Would you like that, Beatrice?" The woman's eyes rolled around in her head, following the girl around the bed. She stopped at the foot and pulled the thin cotton dress up over her head and cast it aside on the floor.
She stood at the foot of the bed directly in front of Beatrice and rubbed her naked body from the hard tips of her tits to the dripping sheen of her exposed cunt.
"My breasts aren't as big or as pointy as yours, Beatrice, but he loved to knead them and to suck them. He often told me so."
She leaned over and pulled on the older woman's ankles until she was stretched far out, flat, on the bed. Then she parted the legs as far as she could get them until the glued-up lips of the woman's cunt spread, exposing the knob of her clitoris and the seeping pink lips of her slit beneath it.
"I suppose you do have a beautiful pussy, Beatrice. I don't really know. It must be good... he loved it so. I must love it, really it's my duty to love it, I suppose. It does taste and feel good when I suck it. It gets better and better each time I suck it."
The woman was able to turn her head only a few scant inches. Her eyes darted, ferretlike, as she watched the girl soap her pussy down with the rag.
And then fear filled her eyes as she watched the girl start what had become a daily ritual- shaving her pussy.
The razor appeared as if by magic in the girl's hand. She started scraping, down across the pussy mound, carefully over the inner thighs, and then against the lips of the cunt, the tenderest part.
She always seemed to save the lips of the cunt for last. The skin there was softer and things moved around under it. The cunt fascinated the girl so she took far more time there separating the dark stubble, left from the previous day, from the skin.
It was there, around the cunt, that the girl could sense something alive inside the woman. And that was important to her. The fact that she was dead outside totally escaped her reasoning. But the pussy twitched and seemed to squirm under the application of the razor that she held in her hand.
The woman's croaking voice attempted words. The chapped lips popped together, making sounds like a chirping bird. Her head twitched, telling the girl that she had done something wrong.
She had cut her.
Her large, empty eyes stared from the little-girl face as the tiny stream of blood ran from a corner of the wound. She traced their pattern downward, across the fleshy buttock and onto the sheet.
The calm maturity that had been the younger girl's facade since entering the room fell away from her face and her stance changed as the woman's eyes found the dull spot at the front of her dress, seeming, by instinct to try and hide it.
The girl's mind correlated--spot to axe... razor to red... neck to chicken... cut to death.
But she couldn't remember.
She's cut me, the woman thought. She can see the blood running down between my legs. What will she do this time? She studied the girl's dead, vacant eyes under the knitted brows and sensed the raging turmoil in the girl's twisted mind.
Suddenly her nostrils started to burn. It was the smell. Beatrice twitched her nose, and grunted her unintelligible communication.
The girl came alive and noticed it.
Without finishing the shave, she wiped the blood and the remaining lather away and piled everything back on the tray. Life came back into the eyes as they regarded the older woman. Her shoulders seemed to pull back and a warm smile crossed her lips.
"It's the chicken, Beatrice. I remember now. We'll have some soup and then I'll go over the household accounts with you. And maybe then I'll suck your pussy... and maybe we'll try again. We'll try to get your mouth to work on my cunt at the same time. Wouldn't you like that, Beatrice... to be able to suck each other's cunts at the same time?"
"You been awful quiet, kid," Steele said, his face a slumped shadow in the right front seat.
Danny sat, shoulders hunched, in a corner of the back seat. His hands gripped each other, viselike, in his lap. Now and then he would glance up, but seeing them only reminded him of Lassiter's mangled form and he would quickly dart his eyes back to his lap.
How could they be so damn calm? he thought. They hadn't just wanted to rob Lassiter, as they had told him. They had known all along that they were going to kill him. When they had hired him for the job, he was just an out of luck beach boy-ski bum. Now he was a killer, or might as well be.
Danny was scared.
Steele was calm. As he clipped his nails, he looked as if his eyes could hardly stay open. Nothing bothered Steele. Why hadn't Danny seen that in the man the night he had first agreed on such a wild, crazy deal? He could see it now, feel it, it almost filled the car--the killer in Steele.
And Crow wasn't any better. Stupid maybe, but essentially the same. He chewed the ragged end of his cigar and bobbed his head inanely in tempo with the radio's hillbilly music.
"What's the matter, Danny?" Steele asked.
Danny felt his hands shaking. He opened them and saw the palms glistening with sweat. He thought he must have four or five layers of sweat covering his whole body by now. He wanted to scream, anything to break the tension.
But he was too scared.
"I said, what's the matter, kid?" The calmness in his voice was edged with the same intense tone Danny had heard him use on the dead man, Lassiter. "You didn't have to kill him. I didn't know you were gonna kill him." There was a long, silent pause from the front seat filled only by the mournful twang of the radio and the steady clip, clip, as Steele worked on his fingernails.
"I said ya didn't have to kill him." Danny's voice rose to a shriek. "Jesus, we already had the money. You beat the poor fucker to death!" The two men in the front exchanged silent glances. "It just happened... that's all," Steele said, his voice again controlled, the delivery edged with sarcasm.
"It didn't just happen," Danny insisted, leaning forward against the back of the front seat and resting his chin close to Steele's ear. "Listen, kid... " Steele's voice fell into a low growl. "Shit!" He had cut a nail too deep. "I didn't wanna get dragged--"
"Shut up!" Steele commanded. "Hey, hot damn. There's one of them country stores open," Crow said, glad to have an excuse to break the tension. He didn't give a shit if Steele decided to waste Danny, but they needed the kid until they could find the house. "Let's get some beer." I gotta tell the kid to shut his mouth to Steele, Crow thought, as he swung the car up to the single gas pump. Steele always went a little too far when he was mad.
Steele didn't like to be crossed, in any way. Danny didn't know how soft the ground was beneath him.
They got out of the car and Crow leaned back in. "You want anything, kid?" Danny just shook his head and shrugged. "Yeah, some soda. That'll keep my energy up since it looks like I'm gonna do a lot of runnin'."
Crow shrugged and trailed Steele into the tiny store. It was a typical Mom and Pop operation with shelves full of dusty can goods, obsolete brands of soaps, dry foods, and one large, outmoded refrigerator half-full of beer and dairy products, with the emphasis on beer.
"You got any fresh fruit?" Steele asked.
The woman behind the counter glanced up with a bored look in her bleary eyes. She nodded towards the far end of one of the two aisles and listlessly returned to her magazine.
Steele strolled off down the aisle while Crow stood to the side of the counter where he could take in every aspect of the woman's face and body without her realizing it.
The tits were pendulously full, barely encased in a black bra, the outline of which shone clearly through the thin material of her white blouse.
Crow drank her in and stroked his cock through his trousers with one hand while he balanced himself against the counter with the other.
Her legs were well-formed, muscular, tapering nicely from trim ankles, to dimpled knees, up to full, rounded thighs. The cheeks of her ass were also full and somewhat underslung where they stood out tautly in the tight material of her skirt.
Suddenly his mouth watered and his cock grew harder.
Without realizing that he was watching her, she had shifted her position on the high stool. Getting more comfortable she had spread her legs, even lifting one of them slightly.
The sight was beautiful to Crow. In the back, her butt-cheeks spread, stretching the silky material of her panties even tighter over her body's fullness. In the front her smooth, flat belly seemed to come to an abrupt end where the bush of her cunt hair protruded in a ball. Between her legs the even strip of white material adhered to her body, clearly outlining the pulpy bulge of her cunt-lips. Thick black hair curled out from the sides of the white strip, its contrast so clear that he wanted to cross the room and fuck her that very instant. He yearned to pull the panties aside in order to taste the twat-nectar he knew he would find there.
All too short a time she stayed in that position. When she moved and closed her legs again over the wealth of her pulpy pussy, Crow moved on to the beer box. He was just in the process of carrying an armload of six-packs to the counter when he heard Steele spit behind him.
"You call this fresh fruit, lady?"
"Jes got it in yesterday," she said, not looking up from her magazine. "You don't like it... don't buy it!"
Steele's aim was deadly accurate. The apple hit her right at the hair line and splattered. She stood and rocked a few steps back. The stool beneath her fell on its side and rolled in front of the counter. Before she could regain her equilibrium, Steele pelted her three more times, splattering her dress with juice and pulp.
"If it's so damn fresh, why don't you eat it, lady?" Steele shouted.
Crow knew the woman was about to suffer for Danny. He also knew there was nothing he could do about it. And he didn't really want to do anything about it. She was a good- looking cunt with huge suckable tits. Crow guessed her pussy was just as good. If Steele got rid of his anger, there might be a chance he would take some time out to play.
Crow might even get to fuck her.
The woman couldn't answer Steele's demands. Even if her voice could create words, she had no idea what those words would mean. She cowered, flat against a rack of cigarettes and candy, terror in her eyes, her arms crossed in supplication over the taut fullness of her huge, bouncing tits.
She was a big woman when she stood up, taller than both men, which added a sense of ludicrousness to the placating way she looked from Steele to Crow.
They both advanced towards her. "Didn't you hear me, lady?" Steele said. He leaned across the counter, chilling her with the white-haloed blueness of his eyes. He waved a spongy cantaloupe in her face. "I said, your melons are rotten."
Still she couldn't answer. Her teeth were clamped tightly shut to keep them from chattering.
They had somehow captured her lower lip and blood trickled over her chin from the indentation.
Perhaps it was the blood, or the quivering fear so apparent in the woman's body, or the big body itself, that stirred Crow to enter into the game. A low, rumbling chuckle started deep in his chest, making his fat belly wobble under the weight of the beer cans.
"Hey, Steele," he said, nearly biting the remnant of his cigar in half. "I'll betcha all her melons ain't rotten. Huh, lady? Fact is, I'd like to see your melons."
Crow dropped the beer. It clattered to the floor and, in one step, he stood in front of the woman. He grasped her wrists with his hands and flung her arms wide. They stayed that way as if her sinews were insulated with wire tubing that could be manipulated and retain whatever shape the body was placed in. Her back arched, thrusting the tits forward in the thin material.
"Nice jugs... I mean, melons," Crow laughed His eyes were misting. Her tits had caused a sudden surge of lust to again spark interest in his cock. He remembered the flabby boobs on the previous night's whore. These wei^e bigger, fuller, and they looked a lot firmer, with their nipples making secondary bulges at the ends. He wanted to touch them, squeeze them.
Two weeks they would be holed up in some farmhouse. He'd go nuts. It would probably be just like in stir without a cunt.
He reached towards her tits with his curled hand throbbing and shaking.
"Style, Crow... style."
"Huh?"
He dropped his hand and turned to Steele. The anger was gone in the other man's face. It was replaced by a look Crow knew only too well.
"Yeah." He nearly drooled.
"Take your blouse off, lady... the skirt, too," Steele said, leaning farther over the counter until his face was practically touching hers.
She blubbered. Unintelligible sound coupled with thin drips of drooling saliva to flow from between her clenched lips.
"I don't think she heard you, Steele."
"I said, take it off, lady." He filled a motioning hand with his gun and passed it carelessly across her tits. "Take it off... now!" The gun moved downward until the hard barrel depressed an inch into her quivering stomach.
She closed her eyes, forcing the moisture trapped there to overflow and run in trickling streams down her cheeks. Slowly she reached for the buttons that held the thin garment together. She fumbled at the top button.
The blouse opened a little.
She lowered her hands and shaky fingers pulled at a second. The thread was weak. It popped off and fell to the floor. The dull sound echoed as though it had been made of steel instead of plastic.
The blouse fell open a little more, revealing a long line of dark cleavage that disappeared into the top of her lacy, black bra.
"My dear woman," Steele intoned, and without warning ran the gun down the woman's front, shredding blouse and skirt in one swift motion from her body. "You should have such morals about your produce."
Again lust clutched Crow as the bulging flesh appeared, naked above the bra, white and inviting in its soft, round, billowing fullness.
The white, sheer panties were lacy like the bra. They cinched her in and outlined clearly the bulge of her full pussy and the darker outline of her wide mound of cunt fur.
Crow pulled the rest of the woman's clothing from body and threw it under the counter.
He drooled from the corners of his mouth at the erotic sight of the near nude woman trembling in front of them.
He wanted to fuck her.
He wanted Steele to just disappear for fifteen minutes so he could wallow and gorge himself on that whimpering mass of female flesh.
To Steele, it was beginning to be a waste of time. The woman wasn't playing the game. She wouldn't talk, or beg, or scream. She wouldn't even whine. And worst of all, she wouldn't open her eyes so he could see the fear that he knew was there.
The anger he had felt toward Danny again started to fill his throat. Like Crow, he, too, wanted release and satisfaction. But he wanted it as a vent for his mind rather than his body.
To Crow she was an available and appealing receptacle for his aching cock.
To Steele, she was gross.
He removed a silencer from the inside pocket of his coat and attached it to the gun. "The bra, too," he said.
Her eyes snapped open. Again her arms closed over her tits as her head shook violently from side to side. "No... no, please go away." A constriction in her throat caused the words to come out like a foreign language.
Steele, with a grunt of disgust, moved behind the counter. Pulling her by the wrist he moved her into the open. Her big body crashed with force against the side of the counter, in passing nearly splintering its edge. Savagely, he hauled her down to the opposite end of the aisle.
She fell.
He yanked harder as she tried to regain her footing. She couldn't.
Her butt-cheeks beat a tattoo on the tiled floor as he dragged her. Kicking some cases of canned goods aside, Steele pushed her to a sitting position atop them.
"Now you take your choice, lady," Steele said, smiling down into her florid face, "a cock in your mouth or a bullet in your head."
CHAPTER FOUR
With Steele's words, she had started whimpering all over again. She looked up at the two of them standing above her and nodded her head.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth, making it as obvious as she could that she would much rather give them the joys of her body, what they were, than give them her life.
"Hey, Steele, she's willin' to fuck us... let's fuck her. You make her suck ya... an' I'll ream her shit-hole out good."
"Toss me an apple, Crow," Steele said.
He wouldn't mind fucking the woman. She was a good-looking woman but, at the moment, he wanted to vent his anger and his frustrations by playing and teasing her first.
While Steele positioned the woman's body on the boxes, Crow moved around to the rack of fruit. He selected a large apple and a banana. Back on their side of the aisle, he handed the apple to Steele and began peeling the banana.
"Steady, lady, steady," Steele said, jamming the apple down on the woman's head. Once he was satisfied, he turned, placed his gun, muzzle up, dueling fashion, against his shoulder and started pacing.
Crow took half the banana in one bite. "I saw this on TV once."
"One... two... three... " Steele paced and intoned each stop until he reached ten. He turned and swung the gun up and forward in an arc. "Ladieeeee."
The apple had toppled to the floor. Steele was just partially satisfied as he saw the pleading face full of fear over the gun-sight.
"Her head ain't flat enough," Crow said, laughing so hard that the meat of the banana oozed in great blobs between his lips.
Steele emptied a small carton and placed it like a skull cap over the woman's head. She was shaking so hard he had to hold her still with one hand before he could secure it. On top of that he placed a bottle of tomato catsup.
"Please... please," she begged, placing her open palms over her face. "For God's sake... please."
"Shut up, lady," Crow said. "You'll spoil his aim."
Again Steele paced, reached ten, turned, and fired. The woman gasped as she opened her eyes and saw the thick, sticky fluid flow across her face and hands to fall in cold globs on her pounding, heaving tits. Her eyes rolled far up into her head. Her head sagged back lolling against the shelves, and she fainted.
The bell attached to the front door tinkled. Steele turned, saw the front door close, but no one enter. Sliding the gun into his belt, he nodded towards Crow, who moved in front of the woman.
Steele calmly strolled to the opposite end of the aisle and looked around. He was about nine, a towhead with so many freckles that his face was nearly a blur. "Whatta ya want, kid?"
"Candy," the boy said, his grin so wide the comers of his mouth threatened to disappear inside his ears. "Dime's worth."
Steele moved around the counter and flipped open a large bag. Into the bag Steele dumped the contents of the candy rack. "Where's Mrs. Akins?"
"In the back. Resting," Steele said, placing the nearly full bag on the counter. "She's had a hard day."
"Hey, all I got's a dime, mister."
"S'okay, kid. We're havin' a ten-cent sale."
"Wow!" The boy moved through the door, stumbling under the weight of the bag. Steele rang up, "no sale" on the ancient cash register and pocketed the dime. While Steele was busy with the kid in the front of the store, Crow had stood, licking his lips as he let his eyes pour over the near nude woman slumped, spread-eagled on the floor.
She was no raving beauty but there was a lot of her. That was exactly how Crow liked them--a lot of them. When he was sure there was no danger, he flipped open his knife and knelt beside her.
With two quick slices he cut the bra straps over her shoulders. The weight of her tits tugged at the cups until they fell away, leaving the fleshy, dark-tipped mounds fully exposed to his lusting eyes. He bit his lips and centered his eyes in concentration as he studied first one tit and then the other. White stretch marks ran in jagged lines across the flesh from heavily veined areolas. Rather than mar her huge tits' beauty, they seemed to enhance it in Crow's mind.
Again, desire flooded through Crow's ample belly and moved down into his cock. He sensed Steele at his shoulder. "I wanna fuck her, Steele."
"C'mon, let's go."
"Steele, I tell ya-"
"That pig?" Steele said, looking down at the huge tits flowing over the woman's belly where she slumped on the floor. He felt a tingle in his balls. Just a small tingle, but enough. It had been a long time since he had fucked a good woman. And, Crow was right, she was a fair-looking woman.
"Okay, Steele?" Crow begged.
Steele looked at the other man fingering the already rock-hard cock that bulged in the front of his trousers. "Okay," Steele said, and started to move away towards the front door. "But hurry... I want to get there by dawn."
Crow knelt beside the woman and pulled his cock into the open. He pressed it firmly against one of her loose boobs and slapped her awake. She groaned, opened her eyes, and looked at him with a misty fog in her eyes. He moved his hands to cup the fullness of her tits. "You'd like to suck this big prick, wouldn't you, honey?" As he spoke, he ran the tip of his hard cock around and around one of her nipples and placed the sharp tip of his knife against the white skin of her throat. She was silent, trembling in fear, but she answered him by sliding her hand between his legs and fisting his stiff cock.
"That's it, honey," he said, kneading the wealth of her tits, feeling the large, hardened nipples hot in his palms. "Suck it!"
"I can't," she said, her voice tremulous with fear as she ran her hand up and down the full, hard length of his cock.
"Yes you can," he growled. "And you will." Roughly he pulled her up to her knees and proved the point of his urging with the edge of the knife.
She put both hands on his cock, end to end, and there was still two inches of shaft and the huge, bulbous head protruding free towards her mouth. A tiny drop of semen oozed from the eye in his cock-head. She bit her lip and then speared it with her tongue.
"God, you're big... you're so big, just too big," she moaned, tonguing the head of his cock, reluctant to take it in her mouth.
"Suck it!" he said, placing his hands on the back of her head and savagely guiding his prick between her lips.
She took it, moaning in fear as she felt the giant cock-head spread her lips. She hollowed her cheeks as he withdrew, and sucked on the knob, wanting to satisfy him quickly and end it. Then she gagged as his hips mashed forward, sending the cock-head and part of the shaft deep into her throat. Back and forth he moved, thrusting his hips, fucking her face with his cock. He took his balls out of his pants and placed her hands on them, urging her to knead and play with them.
He croaked instructions to her and groaned in pleasure as she did his bidding. She worked as he spoke, unbuckling his belt while she continued sucking his cock. Quickly, she peeled his pants down to his ankles. Then she snaked a finger between his ass- cheeks and tickled his shitter. The cheeks opened. She thrust a finger into his asshole and unhinged her jaw at the same time.
He nearly screamed in delight as he felt first the finger enter his ass and then, when he lunged, his cock nearly disappear in her face. The head of his prick was nearly all the way down her throat. He always liked it like that, forcing his cock deep down some unwilling woman's throat.
"You're suckin' good, honey. You suck real good. I love to fuck your mouth like that. I love it... blow my cock real good, honey, and then I'll be good to you."
His words redoubled her efforts. She figured the quicker he came the quicker he would leave her in peace. She cupped his balls in her other hand. Faster and faster she fucked his asshole with her finger in time with her bobbing head. She had never sucked or fucked a cock this big before, and she almost gagged time and time again as he rammed his dick against her tongue or the roof of her mouth and the tract of her throat.
She could feel, against her will, the juices seeping from her cunt and wetting her panties. She hoped he didn't see.
"I'm comin'," he hissed. "I want your cunt. I'm comin' an' I want your cunt on my cock."
Without any further words he raised her to her feet and turned her around. He spread the cheeks of her ass until he could look down and see the gaping slit of her wet, soaking cunt.
"Hey, you're digging this as much as I am, ain't you, baby?"
She whimpered but refused to admit the fact that her cunt was on fire from having her mouth over his huge cock.
"Well, now you get it all, honey. Bend over and grab your ankles and hang on tight!"
He looked down between them. The cheeks of her ass gleamed against the lushness of her thighs and back. His cock bobbed in front of her perfection. He ran the head up and down her slit. The flesh was wet and pulpy. It gave easily to his pressure. He eased the head into her cunt and before he could do more she surprised him by ramming her ass backward, impaling her hole on the full force and length of his cock.
He felt the pressure of her contracting cunt walls on first the head of his cock and then the shaft. She tensed her thighs and then her butt-cheeks, increasing the joy it gave him and trying to bring him off even faster.
He reached around her and cupped the hugeness of her tits where they hung beneath her. Her nipples were hard and hot in his palms.
Then he dropped one hand to her cunt and stimulated the clitoris with three rampaging fingers. Again, against her will, she groaned aloud as she felt his cock withdraw and reenter her cunt in long, hard, even strokes. Her body had never, ever been filled with such a cock, and even though it was by means of rape she couldn't suppress the violent surgings of desire it was causing in her cunt and up through her belly. It sickened her and almost made her want to retch, but still she knew that soon she would probably come in great fluid gushes over his cock and his balls.
It was only a few minutes until their bodies shook violently in mutual orgasm. Her juices flowed like a river from her pussy, filling the void between his thighs with sticky goo.
His come was also good. His cock rampaged with a jack-knife thrust inside her cunt, coating her inner belly with flaming-hot cum.
Slowly, they both subsided, his cock making a slurping sound as it slipped from her cunthole.
She sighed in relief as his prick left her twat, sure that it was over and he was through.
Crow saw her take a step away from him. He closed in and his hands came around her body from behind to again crush the full white tits cruelly. His aching cock was buried in the fullness between her quivering butt-cheeks. It beat there impatiently, still rock-hard, as his hotly working hands manipulated her warm, fleshy tits.
"Oh, no, baby. You think I'm done... is that what you think? Well, honey, you are wrong. I got at least one good, big load left for you."
"No... Dammit, no!" she cried. "That's enough. You've used me enough."
"The fuck I have," he growled, mashing her tits even harder in his strong hands, hurting them. "You be nice to me and I'll fuck you nice. You act like some snooty bitch and I promise you... it won't be so nice. Now what do you say, cunt?" Refusing to answer, the frightened woman felt the hard hands tighten menacingly on her now-sensitive, sore tits and the huge, bulging cock dig between her butt-cheeks. Her heart was almost beating out of her chest.
"All right," she sighed, "all right. I'll be nice. What do you want now? What more could you want from me?"
He said nothing, only laughed.
The sight of those large full moons of her generous ass inflamed him. The rage was in him like a fever, demanding that he get more.
He dropped to his knees and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. Breath was rasping heavily through the frightened woman's flared nostrils, and racking sobs shook her whole body.
"Back your hot little ass up to me!" Crow said.
"Back it up to me or I'll cut you, you cunt!"
Suddenly his hard hands dug brutally into her hips and began pressuring her backward towards him. Her nakedly quivering butt was exposed completely now to his hungrily bobbing prick.
Her gleaming butt-cheeks glowed from the neon's harsh light as Crow guided them back towards his eagerly pulsating prick. His cock, swollen and bloated to immense length and thickness, jerked powerfully in anticipation. With no thought of mercy, he kneeled in closer behind her, and with his own knees he roughly spread the knees of the terrified woman and began fervently working his fingers up and down the shadowy, tightly clenched crevice between her buns. Soon, his finger found the crinkled asshole. It was dry and spongy.
So getting cornholed was going to hurt her, he thought. And so what if it did.
He grasped his heavy, thickly rigid prick and pressed its shape, throbbing knob to the puckered little opening. He laughed aloud as he heard her gasp at the realization of what he planned on doing.
"Oh, no... OH, GOD, NO, DON'T! YOU'LL KILL ME WITH IT! IT'S TOO BIG TO GO IN THERE!"
She cowered, screaming at him on all fours, the tile on the floor rubbing her knees bloody. She couldn't believe what she was feeling as he prodded relentlessly at the small, clenched mouth of her asshole, trying to work into her virgin shitter with his huge dong.
Crow strained and humped, trying again and again to get his rigidly hard cock into her tiny asshole. Cursing, Crow drove with all the strength in his body but couldn't get the blunted head of his big cock into the frantically tightened little opening. In desperation, he reached under her with one hand and parted the slit of her pussy again. He used his fingers roughly to dip juice and his own cum from her cunt and ladle it over her puckered asshole.
He rubbed and rubbed her clitoris and the walls of her soaking pussy. Soon her juices were flowing out from the depths of her responding body. They felt warmly silken and sticky. Moments later his finger was squishing back and forth in her cunt.
Crow wormed his fingers teasingly in and out of the now wet pussy and then pressed some of the hotly seeping juices upward from her cunt to moisten the fleshily sweet asshole. The feel of the enormously tender, readied flesh in his hands sent his cock jerking anew. His hand caught his impatiently throbbing prick and pressed the slippery knob against her frantically cringing asshole.
"Oh, Jesus, don't... DON'T!" she screamed as she felt the prodding probe against the edges of her virgin bung. The pressure was unbearable as she felt the huge, beating tip trying to invade her from behind.
She was sure he would kill her now. No one could stand or take that enormous prick in their ass.
Behind her Crow drove harder, feeling the tight, clenched little opening beginning to give before his shifting cock as he pressed deeper and harder at the tightly resisting passage leading to the depths of her ass.
Then with a quick wet plopping, sucking noise his cock-head shot hotly up her butt. The ass ring muscles were so tight as they slipped warmly up over his cock that he gasped with pain, for they seemed to be as hard and rigid as steel. It was like being caught in the grip of a vise. But his mind loved it, as did his cock.
Crow's hands came around and grabbed the heaving white tits to give him additional leverage for ramming his cock straight into the heated depths of her ass.
He felt the overpowering sensations and tremendous heat from her depths being transmitted the entire throbbing length of his prick. The wildly pulsating knob was lodged just inside her tight asshole, and he could feel the convulsively squeezing muscles trying to get rid of his hot, hard tool.
He laughed again as he realized that she was trying to squeeze his prick out. With a loud grunt of joy he lunged forward and drove his beating cock far up into the velvet sweetness of her ass. "Oh, God, it's too big! It's way too big!" she screamed, the first wave of agony really hitting her when he started ramming the huge, impatiently pounding staff deeper and deeper into her tortured bowels.
"It was too big for your throat, baby... it ain't too big for your fucking ass," Crow growled, and pounded all the harder.
The woman could hardly think beyond the film forming over her eyes from the fiery pain in her body as he mercilessly rammed her asshole again and again, forcing his huge cock far up into her now softly resisting flesh.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, help me!" she screamed through tightly clenched teeth, her eyes wide in stunned disbelief, as his angry prick seemed to reach the limits of her ability to stand any more. With a soft groan she passed out and went limp in his arms.
Crow didn't mind. He didn't care. He was impervious to her loss of mind.
He continued fucking her butt, pounding the massiveness of his cock in her ass until he came in great, heated gushes; again and again his cock jetted forth streams of white, hot cum until it bubbled out her asshole around his shaft and dripped in long, steady streams down to the tiled floor between his legs.
When he was completely satiated and his balls were drained, he released his hold on her fleshy hips and let her fall to the floor. Calmly he picked up her bra and wiped his cock clean before stuffing it back in his shorts and pulling up his pants. He lit a fresh cigar as he strolled towards the door.
At the car, Crow dropped the beer on the front seat and crawled under the wheel. Over his shoulder he handed a six-pack of soda to Danny.
"I didn't know what kind you wanted, kid, so I just got an assortment."
It was midday. Retha had overslept. She came awake with a start, feeling around the bed for his warm body before she came fully awake and realized that he wasn't there any more.
Her head ached. It always seemed to ache when she woke up out of her dreams and nightmares.
Quickly she ran water for a bath and then dressed and went down to the kitchen, forgetting to use it.
She noticed the dress she wore was getting stained and dirty. But like the mail that littered the floor of the hall closet, she wasn't sure what to do about it, so she just dismissed it from her already too-cluttered mind.
She put water on for coffee and sat at the table to stare vacantly out at the back yard, as she did every morning, until the water came to a boil.
A soft, misty film would come over her eyes during these times and she could almost remember. She would re-live, during these morning times, what she had dreamed the previous night.
The dream was always the same and she always liked it right up till the very last part. And then it got foggy and she would become frightened.
This was why, when she would sit at the table, in the mornings, and remember the dream. However, she would only allow her mind to remember the first part of it.
He was there, in the darkness, beside her in bed. It was just the two of them--and it had been for some time--protecting and taking care of each other. And loving each other.
His great, strong, heavily muscled body would move over hers as his work-worn but gentle hands caressed her tits and moved down across the smooth skin of her belly to finger the soft, curling hair that covered her pussy.
His fingers would gently part the fur at the top of her crack and softly rub her little button until it got all hard and tingly. Back and forth his fingers would stroke as he took one of her legs between his and rubbed his soft cock up and down her thigh until it would get hard and press against her in need and want.
She would reach her hand down between them and grasp its throbbing length and feel the sticky, sweet juice that oozed from its tip and ran into her palm.
Then he would mumble that he shouldn't in her ear and she would tell him to go ahead. She would urge him to slip his beautiful cock up her pussy until she could feel his balls gently bobbing against her ass-crack. She would reassure him in a soft voice that it was all right for him to fuck her, that she wanted and needed him to fuck her just as much as he needed and wanted her.
Then he would roll over on top of her and run the hard, rubbery head of his cock up and down between the spread lips of her juice-flowing pussy.
She would moan encouragement in his ear as she grasped the twin-muscled bulges of his ass-cheeks and physically urge him to impale her with his cock, to stick it far up her willing pussy and let her taste his hot cum in her belly.
And then she would feel him lunge forward with a whimper and a grunt and his cock would slide effortlessly into her tight, young hole to be held there, loved and milked by the contracting walls of her pussy.
It was always the same, the first joyful thrill of his big prick sliding between the lips of her spread cunt to fill her belly with its throbbing, pulsing head. With elation and joy she felt the lips of her pussy close around the long, thick shaft of his cock as his hips started fucking it back and forth in her twat.
She would always come quickly the first time, her hips and belly beating a violent tattoo on his as she felt the juices pour forth from her cunt to gush forth in a seemingly endless stream downward to tickle the gentle crack of her ass.
But her first come was always just a prelude to several others he could cause in her with his gentle but strident fucking as his older, experienced cock continued to work its way in her box.
After that first come, he would always pause and massage her back and her butt. Gently he would brush the hair from her face, his touch magnetically overwhelming, and whisper to her how they would always be together, no matter what might happen, they would always be together.
Gratefully, she clung to his strong, muscular body. As she did, she became aware that once again he was pushing and pulling the long hardness of his cock in and out of her seething pussy.
It always made her proud that she could affect him in such a way. Again she would move her hand between them and clutch his huge cock as it shoved in and out of her hole. Rapidly it would rise and fall, each entrance thrilling her and bringing her closer to another come.
A delicious tingling began to pulsate through her stomach and thighs, and there would begin a new urgency in her wetly warm young pussy as she felt his balls quiver and the head of his cock swell inside her hole.
It was like the feeling she had often experienced when she was very young, when her mother was still alive, before he had started coming to her bed at night, when she would awaken in the middle of the night and find herself rubbing her strangely aching, hairless pussy.
She felt as if her whole body were melting as his shaft shot out its first hot, jetlike stream of hot cum into her waiting belly. As he shivered through his come, her hands, as though with a mind of their own, ran over his body, making it their own. She loved the hardness of his chest, the thick mat of curling hair that covered it.
His cock left her.
Her own voice came to her... trance-like: "Don't stop... love me! Love me some more, put your wonderful, sweet cock back in me!"
Her satiny young body would again shake with anticipation as again he gently pushed her down into the mattress with his body and parted her firm, ivorylike thighs to expose the moistly pink cleft of her seething cunt. She would begin to tremble uncontrollably as the older man's hand moved knowledgeably over the softly curling pussy mound to find her erect clitoris.
She would gasp, her hips beginning to rotate intuitively, reaching hungrily upwards to meet his probing finger.
Sensing her mounting excitement, he slithered his finger into the velvety warm folds of her cunt flesh and slowly shoved it in and out until low moans of passion issued from her tightly clenched lips. Then he crawled between her wide-spread legs and placed the once-again swollen tip of his long, hard cock at the hotly throbbing little mouth of her cunt. Gently he wormed his thick cock between the heated pink labes.
Her warm wet pussy walls clasped tightly around his cock-head as he gently began to penetrate the narrow passage. Cautiously he pulled back, then pushed in a little farther, while his hands massaged the firm white mounds of her youthful tits.
Suddenly Retha would jerk her hips violently up towards him in a spasm of urgent desire. His swollen, iron-hard cock plunged deeply into her belly.
Then, very gently, he began a pulsing, rhythmic movement with his desire-swollen cock, pushing farther and farther in and up until at last the smooth tip of his hotly throbbing prick pressed against the yielding cushion of her cervix.
Rising mewls of pleasure grew in her throat as she felt the warm pounding deep up inside of her cunt and her hips intuitively began arching up to meet his thrusts.
With her whole being she would suck his cock deeper, ever deeper into her womb. Her cunt was perfect to him. Her cunt muscles squeezed at the rubbery tip of his cock, nibbling tantalizingly until he threatened to again shoot his load of hot cum up into her hole.
Her face became flushed and contorted from the wonderful sensations flooding her body. The smooth cock-head throbbed deep inside of her hole, and she could feel every fleshy little ridge of his prick pressing tightly against her sensitive cunt walls. His sperm-inflated balls swayed softly, teasingly, against the crack of her seething, writhing ass.
"More... more... fuck me harder! Give it to me!" she would shout, tears coursing down her cheeks as she reveled in cock.
Silently answering her with his body, he would lock his hands beneath her smooth young thighs and press her knees hard back against her heaving tits. In so doing he could drive his cock deeper still into the eager young pussy.
Then, taking her by surprise, he would slam the swollen prick into her snatch as hard and as deeply as he could.
She screamed in pleasure as her deep inner cunt nerves sent new thrills of joy racing through her whole body.
Again he thrust in, deeper and more furiously each time until his balls smacked hard against her nakedly straining asshole. Sliding his hands beneath the smoothly rounded moons of her frantically thrashing butt-cheeks, he would cup and knead them roughly, fucking his lust-hardened cock into her cunt with even greater fury.
She slid her long legs down around his butt to pull more of his cock into her. The vibrations in her stomach and cunt were intensifying into hotter and hotter convulsions as she writhed in wanton abandonment beneath his fucking body.
She felt the sudden heat in her cuntal passage and knew that her climax was approaching rapidly. She quickened the rhythm of her thrusting hips. Going with her, he ground his huge swollen cock desperately into her impatient cunt.
She moaned frantically as the enormous pressure filled her and tingles of sexual electricity began radiating out from her wildly clenching pussy. Then the exquisite waves of ecstasy broke over her. Her body jerked violently and then seemed to collapse. Her smooth young cunt walls clenched and unclenched with uncontrollable spasms, her head was thrown back and her teeth bared. In her neck the tendons strained like cables under great pressure as her legs beat in a wildly gyrating dance of lust against his ass.
Through her own passion she felt his heavily driving cock shudder inside her cunt and torrents of hot, thick, white jizz splash far up into her quivering belly. With the impact of his cum, her body convulsed into a new, even more beautifully intense orgasm. Surge after surge of bountiful pleasure shook her form.
It must never stop, she thought, never, never, ever...
But it did stop. And that was when the dream would come to its last stages, the part she never wanted to remember, the part she hated. The whistling steam from the boiling kettle brought her immediately back to reality. She always hated to come back but was glad when it happened before the end of the dream, the bad part. She ran her hand quickly beneath her dress and up between her parted thighs. With her fingers she pried open the lips of her pussy and smiled when she felt her juices pour out to wet her hand.
For several seconds she vigorously pumped her fist in and out of her hole and battered her clitoris with the heel of her hand until, with a great heaving sigh she came. Quickly she turned off the heat under the water, prepared the tray, and started for the stairs.
She had barely mounted the first step when a knock sounded on the door.
Not really knowing or caring who it could be, she set the tray down and opened the door wide. "Hi."
"Hello," Retha replied. "It's me... Ted, remember? I'm your new mailman. I brought the mail up."
"Yes," she said, her eyes staring vacantly through him as she held her hand out. The young man's mind was working nearly as fast as the blood was pounding in his temples and his cock. This time the light was on behind her in the hall and her gorgeous body was even clearer through the thin material of the dress. "Is that coffee?" he said, spotting the tray behind her. "Yes."
Jeez... I could sure use a cup of that," he said, sensing a way to get into the house. She didn't reply so he just moved around her, taking her silence to mean yes, and closed the door behind him. In doing so his arm brushed against the soft fullness of her large, braless tits where they jutted proudly from the lest of her body.
She didn't move.
He smiled, gently rubbing the arm a second time across the wondrous, sensual fullness of her womanly, hard-tipped mounds.
Jesus, he thought, the blood in his head again racing even faster, this is gonna be easy, easier even than I thought it would be. She really wants to get laid, and, man, is she gonna get it.
"You sure got some nice place here," he said, looking around the rooms from his vantage point by the stairs and crossing back to the center of the hallway where she stood, still unmoving.
"Yes," she replied, her voice vacant still as if she hadn't really heard or cared what he was saying.
"I'll bet you get real lonesome out here all by yourself," he continued, oblivious to her stare. "I mean with just an old lady around for company. Huh? Do you get lonesome, honey?"
"It's all right," the girl said, still not flinching or moving as he edged in closer to her and dropped his bag to the floor with a dull thud.
"Yeah, but I could make it better," he said, smiling again, and emboldened further by her lack of fear. Taking a chance, he raised his hand and cupped the fullness of one boob. The nipple rose at once and bulged against his palm.
Still she didn't move away from him.
"Ohhhhh, shit, honey," he said gleefully. "Are we gonna have some fun this afternoon."
CHAPTER FIVE
The woman in the little store had been good for Crow. He loved to fuck them all over like that, even when they writhed, and screamed, and objected. They all seemed to object, in one way or another when he fucked them. He supposed it was because he was so rough, but then the boy had learned about sex in a rough way from a rough woman when he was still just little Bobby, an innocent teen-ager living with his Aunt Velma and his Uncle Al.
It was from his Aunt Velma that he learned all that any boy could learn about sex.
His Aunt Velma had been a sex machine and she had taught him, as a young boy, to also be a sex machine. Sex was no thrill, no fun, for Velma unless you went at it wild, hand and foot, with every fiber and pore in your body.
Velma's husband, Al, went after it with every pore in his body every chance he got and still it wasn't enough for his Aunt Velma. Al would fuck her far into the night, while the young, fifteen-year-old Bobby would he listening to them in the next bedroom, his hard meat slithering up and down in his fist and wishing he could be in there taking his uncle's place.
Then, the following morning, Al would again mount his voluptuous wife and fuck her to glory at least twice before hauling his tired body off to work.
Velma would he in bed after her husband left and masturbate for hours before she, too, would get up to do nothing around the house except wait for her husband to come home again in the evening and fuck her some more.
"You must think we're real sex maniacs!" she would laughingly exclaim to the young boy. "Well, it's a fact, Bobby, we are. I love to fuck your uncle... In fact, I just love to fuck."
Bobby knew his aunt loved to fuck more than his uncle. Once a month an insurance man would come around to collect a payment. No money ever passed hands. Bobby's Aunt Velma would merely take him up to the bedroom and literally fuck his brains out for hours. Other men would come to the house to collect bills and they would get the same treatment.
Bobby would almost laugh to himself when he would see these men stagger out of the bedroom after a bout with his aunt, and wander like fools out of the house only to be back a month later for more of the same.
The young Crow was also envious of them. He would love to fuck his aunt himself. To him she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world with her dark tawny skin, her black, Indianlike hair, and her full womanly body.
But he was always afraid to approach her, even though he harbored a sneaking suspicion that if he ever got up the nerve, she wouldn't turn him down. His Aunt Velma never seemed to turn down the opportunity to get a cock up inside her cunt.
All this changed when his Uncle Al had to go out of town for a whole week on a construction job.
Bobby had cut the last two classes of school and come home early. School, like most everything else around him, bored him. Everything seemed to bore him except sex, and anything to do with it.
He entered the house and called for his aunt, hoping that she would be home in order to cook him some lunch.
There was no answer.
He climbed the stairs, intending to go to the bathroom. He unzipped his fly just as he got to the door and almost had his cock out of his pants when he realized that his aunt was in the tub, taking a bath.
"Hello, lover," she said, smiling up at him with only her head visible above the frothy bubbles in the tub. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered, stuffing his cock back, out of sight, in his trousers.
"It's all right, sweetie. You gotta pee? Go ahead and pee," she said, and laughed. "I've seen a cock before." Her laughter got much louder. "Believe me, I've seen a lot of 'em."
"No... It's all right," he replied, red-faced.
"Oh, shit, go ahead," she said, and then paused and studied him with her eyes twinkling. "Oh," she eventually said, "I get it. You're embarrassed. Well, shit, Bobby honey. You don't gotta be embarrassed. Hell, I'm not. Here, I'll show ya I'm not."
Without another word she both shocked him and fulfilled half of his wildest dream by standing clear up in the tub and showing him her wondrous naked body.
His hand was still inside his pants, clutching his cock. He could feel it already starting to get hard just from looking at the many fascinating facets of her full-figured, female form.
Having married when she was only seventeen, Velma was now thirty-six and remarkably well-preserved. Her hair was black and she wore it long, almost down to the sweetly swirling crack of her ass. She had evidently worked hard to preserve her figure, because she was no more than an inch or two bigger around the waist and hips than the girls he would see at school, much younger girls. Her skin was dark and fresh. She was an altogether attractive woman, with her appearance spoiled only a little by a look of hardness around the eyes and the corners of her mouth. Those lines told the story of a v. nan who had lived a hard life and had known many hard men in her time.
Bobby stared at her, confusion reigning supreme in his body. He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there and then. He also felt like running from the room. Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her sensuously swaying ass-cheeks as he imagined the feel of their softly squirming flesh beneath his kneading fingers. He thought of her moaning and writhing under his uncle's body, flinging herself against him in the bed while Al emptied great gushing torrents of his hotly boiling cum up into her sweet, dark-haired pussy.
"It's okay, baby. Go ahead and pee!" she urged, but still he was reluctant to reveal himself to her, even with her standing stark naked and inviting before him. "Jesus, kid, I said it's all right. My God, do I have to... Ohhhhhh, SHIT!"
She had leaned over the side of the tub, her gigantic wet tits swaying in front of her like two huge, sensual eyefuls, and reached into his pants with her own two hands. Her eyes rounded and her breath caught in a gasp as she pulled the boy's massive cum-dripping cock, rock-hard and throbbing, into the open.
"I'm sorry," he insisted again, embarrassed at having been caught with a hard-on.
"Sorry?" she exclaimed, her tongue darting out to run along her lower Up as she gazed intently at the hard, huge muscle of his cock. "Honey, sweetie-pie, you ain't got one fucking thing to be sorry about... not with a fuck-pole like that. I'm the one that's sorry... I mean, damn sorry."
"Wha... what do you mean?"
"I mean I'm sorry you been in this house all this time, since your folks died, an' I ain't been payin' proper attention to you."
"What?"
"Bobby, my boy. You have really growed up," she said, saliva now slipping from the corners of her mouth and sliding down and over her chin to drip on the tips of her trembling tits.
"You mean it's big enough... I mean, for a woman?"
That had always been his biggest fear. He didn't know how big a man's cock was supposed to be. And he had always heard that a woman's cunt was huge, so he naturally assumed that his cock was small and not big enough to satisfy a real woman like his aunt.
"Honey, you got a real stud-cock there. I don't know who you been usin' it on, but I'll tell you one thing, it's sure as hell big enough for me."
She gasped again as she squeezed the long, thick shaft of his throbbing tool and watched the blood gorge and swell the already bulbous, dripping cock-head.
"You... you mean... you'd let me do it to you?" he asked, a lump the size of a baseball filling his throat at the idea that the second part of his dream, actually fucking his Aunt Velma, might be realized.
"Baby," she said, "you follow me, and I'll show you what I'll let you do to me."
She moved out of the bathroom, across the hall and into her bedroom. Like a zombie the boy followed her, with his cock in his hand. His eyes almost rolled back into his head as he watched the way she moved, the jiggling sway of her taut buttocks, the long clean lines of her legs where they tapered up to her full thighs and parted slightly to reveal the growth of pussy hair hanging seductively down between her thighs and curling back up towards her bouncing ass-cheeks.
When they were inside the bedroom, he started to tell her that he had never fucked a woman before, but thought better of it when he reasoned that she might not let him fuck her after all if she thought he was totally inexperienced.
What he didn't realize was the fact that his uncle's sexual stamina had been steadily decreasing because of his wife's inhuman demands and uneasing hunger for cock.
Bobby would have also been amazed to learn that his cock was nearly twice the size of his uncle's and just what his aunt had been dreaming of getting herself.
"What do you want to do first, lover?" she said, wantonly stretching out on the bed and spreading her legs wide so the sweet dampness of her pink cunt shined appealingly up at his eyes.
"I... I don't care," he stammered, absently moving his hand back and forth along the hard length of his cock as he drank in the beauty of her pussy.
"You wanna suck... fuck... what?" she said, smiling up at him and squeezing her tits together to form two giant pink-tipped cones on her chest.
"Everything," he gasped. "I want to do everything with you."
"Good," she said, "but you better stop beating your meat like that or you'll waste your first load all over the rug." He stopped at once and just stood in front of her like an oaf. "C'mere, baby," she said.
He moved to the side of the bed and she proceeded to remove all his clothing. Then she looked up at him, a twinkle in her eyes as she let the thick head of his cock slide around her cheek. "Want me to French it a little, Bobby... first?"
"Huh?" he said, scared to death that his cock would explode and pour his jism all over her face.
"Want me to suck your big cock a little for you?"
"Yeah... oh, God, yds!" he cried. "Yes, suck it, I'd really like that."
"Why don't you get down here with me and we'll go together? You can eat me a little while I suck you. Okay, honey?"
"Yeah... yeah," he said, and clambered into the bed beside her.
She ran her tongue wetly around and around his heatedly throbbing cock-head slowly at first, and then faster, with increasing confidence as she heard him moan rapturously. She used her tongue to tease open the tiny slit at the tip.
But he was doing nothing.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, looking down at his startled face between their bodies. "Huh?"
"Don't you want it?"
"Yes... oh, God, yes!" he cried.
"Then get with it," she said, lifting her leg and trapping his head between her full thighs. "Suck my pussy, Bobby," she urged, almost a whine in her voice, "suck it while I blow your big cock for you."
As his hands sought the secret, hidden folds of her pussy, he found unmistakable evidence of the extent of her desire. The moistness of her cunt permeated her entire pubic area and drooled down the soft inner part of her thighs.
"Oh, Jesus... oh, my God!" he cried, but still he went no further.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Uh... I don't know... uh... nothin'."
"Christ," she said, "here, I'll show ya, baby."
He was surprised when she pushed him back down to his back on the bed. He was even more surprised when she raised herself from the bed and slid atop him, her ass staring him in the face. She pressed her inner thighs against the sides of his head so tightly he thought she would crush him.
"Oh, baby, baby," she moaned, squeezing his head, "I want you so much... I want you a lot."
Then, inch by inch, she moved her cunt down towards his face. He was scared. He wanted to refuse; everything within him cried that he should, now that he knew what she wanted him to do for her. Yet he was held by some sort of strange fascination which he couldn't deny.
Then she was there, and he was suddenly aware of a honey-sweet sensation coursing through him. She rubbed her clitoris roughly against his face until cunt juice dribbled down his chin. Then she had lifted her weight slightly and sank her mouth down over his cock.
In moments he knew the deepest pleasure he had ever felt as she blew him with the kind of skill only known by an older woman.
Then he wanted to suck her, wanted to drive his face up into her pussy. Suddenly Velma screamed in joy as she felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her wildly quivering cunt. In response she continued licking and nibbling at the sensitive underside of his cock. Soon both were moaning almost continuously and their bodies writhed in a wanton abandonment as the delicious sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in both sets of throbbing loins.
Unexpectedly, he shot his prick up, up, up, into her throat. He felt the bridge of her nose slam into his asshole. His balls smashed against her face. He heard her gasp around his prick. He felt the hard knob hit deep in her throat.
His own attention was riveted on her cunt. His tongue shot up into her hole again. His tongue now rolled lovingly between her hungry cunt-lips. They fucked in earnest, each with mouths busy. Her lips made slopping sounds as she sucked his cock, his hips going up and down as he fucked her clinging mouth.
He felt his prick bump against the very back of her throat and her tongue loving and laving it in its entirety. A tiny shot of his first come shot from the head of his prick and flew into her throat.
She swallowed it easily and kept sucking. He felt her body twist above him. She came, burying his chin in her pussy hair. Soon he felt it grow even damper. Her juice had seeped in waves out of her cunt. Her hair became matted with it.
He loved the pull of her lips on his prick, but suddenly she was gone. He opened his eyes and saw her standing beside the edge of the bed.
"Oh, you young, handsome stud," she said, her eyes glinting down at him as she rubbed the wetness of her own pussy with feverish hands. "I'm gonna show you some tricks you never dreamed existed."
She lay back down beside him on the bed and whispered softly into his ear. "I'll give you something you can remember the rest of your life, even if you never fuck me again."
Her voice had a strange tone in it, almost as though she were taunting him or teasing him.
Bobby squeezed a thick handful of her warm naked ass between his fingers, and she responded with a shiver that shook even his own body as he lay on top of her. He realized that she was quivering beneath him, her cunt mound pressed up against his young cock, her thighs clamped together around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hot eager lips of her cunt.
Then she released her grip around him and slid a hand between them. He nearly recoiled with surprise as her fingers cruelly wrapped around his cock and wrenched it.
"You want to put it in me, don't you, Bobby baby?" she smiled. "You'd like to shove that hard young cock of yours right up into my cunt, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, shit, yes, there's nothing I'd like better, nothing in the world."
She reached down, with her other hand, the length of his muscular back, ran her fingers over the hard swell of his buns, and shoved it between his legs. Roughly she squeezed the aching, leathery sac beneath his ass and above his fully erect cock.
He moaned at the electric touch of her fingers on his balls. "Oh, Christ, yes, I want you. I want you so bad. I want all of your cunt."
"You're gonna get me. You're gonna fuck me real good, sweetie," she said, again almost taunting him. "You're going to make me like it, even if you never fucked anyone before... you're gonna fuck me real good."
She knew his secret. She had been fooling with him all the time.
"Damn you," he hissed at her. "I'll split you in half. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You'll be begging me for some more when I'm through fucking you."
She laughed loudly up into his face. "That's just what I wanted to hear you say, honey... now show me some real mean."
Instantly she rolled tight against him and his hands tore at her body, the soft warmth of her buttocks, squeezing the tender cheeks together along the crevice of her ass. He marveled at the fantastic firmness of her ass, the beautiful perfection of the twin mounds. His fingers left tiny red lines across the smooth half-moons.
Her entire naked form was warm and yielding against his own body. Her lips once more soft and moist as they crushed against his. He arched his back away from her as he felt her hand slip down between their bodies. Her fingers eagerly searched for the rigid shaft of his hard young cock.
A cry of delicious joy escaped his throat as her cool fingers gripped tightly around the lust- stiffened length of his prick. He kissed her harder in reply, probing hungrily with his tongue between her teeth, grinding against her as her touch brought a wave of maddening desire to his cock.
Her fingers deftly slipped from the pulsing shaft of his prick, eased tenderly through his pubic hair, and massaged lovingly at the hotly swollen spheres of his balls.
Bobby Crow was insane with need for this magnificent woman, the only woman he had ever really wanted in his young years. He was certain that in another second of her delicious caressing he would blow his hot cum all over her belly.
Hurriedly he parted her thighs with his leg. She spread her legs farther apart for him, eagerly opening her nakedly writhing cunt to her new young lover.
He bent his head to her massive tits. Gently, softly, he took one nipple at a time between his lips. She leaned back slightly and sighed with pleasure. Between her legs, she felt the rising heat of her passion flowing in sticky streams out of her cunt onto the inner part of her trembling thighs.
She looked down. His cock bobbed between her legs, its bulbous head only an inch from the wiry black curls covering her slit.
"I want you," she moaned very softly, tender now and not taunting him any more. "I want all of you with all of me covering your cock."
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
"Take me... hurry, now!"
Now it was his turn. He sensed in her the wild need that he already had felt. Instead of putting his cock in her cunt at once, he persisted in his gentle kisses, covering her tits with his face. Then he cupped her breasts, one in each hand. They were firm and full. They rested in his hands as though they belonged, as though they had been there forever. He squeezed them, feeling a current establishing itself from the palms of his hands to his inflated cock.
"Beautiful tits," he said. "They feel as though they belong here, in my hands."
"Yes," she whispered, "can't you tell they want to be there from the way my thighs are soaking? Put your fucking cock in me," she urged. "Give it all to me so my cunt can love it. So I can love you.
Do it fast. Fuck me!"
She moved and wriggled her hips until the head of his cock was parting her cunt-lips. The sensation of having his rigid tool sliding smoothly far, far inside her cunt sent prickles of lust and anticipation throughout her whole body. She moaned and shuddered as she gave herself up completely to him. With her tits quivering, she let her body slide completely forward. Her cunt sucked at his cock, drawing it fully inside her hole.
The skin on his cock stretched taut as it slid up her channel. His arms went around her, as his hands caressed her with flying fingers.
"Oh, yeah, it's good, it's so good. I can feel the fucking thing clear up to my goddamn throat, sweetie!" she cried, tears of lust and joy staining her cheeks. "Don't stop. My God, don't ever stop!"
His lips searched hers and he kissed her hard and demandingly. Her mouth answered his with equal pressure. She rolled her moist, warm tongue against his as he filled her body with his prick. It made a gushing sound as it slid in and out of her soaking hole.
Both their bodies began to perspire as they frantically fucked each other. Her hips were insistent as they pounded against his. Her hairy cunt-lips seemed like two wet claws as they squirmed and clawed to keep his rigid cock deep inside her writhing hole.
Harder and harder her body came forward, meeting each and every one of his pounding thrusts. He shoved against her, and when he knew he could go no farther, when he felt her hard pelvic bone directly against his own, he set himself hard against her and moved slowly, hips gyrating with precision in order to bring both of them off to their fullest peak of satisfaction. She countered by matching his rhythm and motions with her own hips, and letting him know the pleasure he was giving her by moans and gasps from her constricted throat.
His cock was good. It felt very big and full, and powerful. It was the kind of cock she needed and wanted. "I love it," she sighed, "I love your cock."
"And I love your cunt," he replied.
She eased back as she felt her juices pour out from around his cock and slide down over her taut butt. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to see nothing as they stared right through him, finding their point of concentration in some dim faraway place beyond her mind. Her convulsive movements quickened and her back arched even more to send her soaking crack even harder against him.
He sensed her complete arousal, and held himself against her until she could attain fulfillment along with him. He was coming.
He thrust his hips forward with all the pent-up passion she had built within him. He felt her softness close around him, driving him to a quick release of wild passion.
She, too, sensed it, and quickened the rhythm of her hips to bring herself to the same heat that comes just before release.
"Soon," he said. "Soon, I can't wait any longer."
"Do it... come... COME!" she urged, throwing her head back and arching her body until her tits seemed about to leap from her body into his waiting mouth.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm COMING NOW!"
"JESUS! OHHH, SHIT!" she screamed. "It feels like a thousand pricks are in me all at once!"
Her hips were afire with the pressure from his straining cock. She bit her lips until it seemed that the gleaming white teeth would go completely through the skin and blood would start to flow down her chin.
Together they felt the complete flood of final satisfaction as his cum poured forth into her spasming pussy.
Crow had fucked and fucked his aunt all the rest of that week. When his Uncle Al returned, he continued to fuck her. They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. It got so bad that in the middle of the night she started leaving Al's bed and sneaking into young Bobby's room.
It was only a matter of time until his uncle would catch on and discover what had been going on.
Crow was astride her face in his bed one night, pounding his cock into her mouth as if it were her cunt, when his uncle burst into the room like a crazed bull. He nearly killed the young Crow before Velma could pull him off, screaming that it was all her fault and the boy wasn't to blame.
Nevertheless, Bobby Crow was forced to leave their house, never to see Velma again. He heard years later that Al had finally killed her when he had found her in bed with their next- door neighbors--man and wife.
The man was pouring the prick to Velma's ass from behind while Velma was sucking the wife's pussy.
It was more than Al could take. He strangled her right then and there, and then called the police. But before they got there, he stuck a shotgun in his mouth and blew off the back of his head.
Crow could care less what happened to Al, but Velma, he always missed. She was the only woman he ever had in his whole life who could completely satisfy him.
"It's right there," Danny said, jarring Crow's mind back to reality and the interior of the car. "That lane on the left right there beside that clump of trees."
Crow rolled the wheel around to the left and pulled a few feet up into the drive.
"Hold it for a minute right here," Steele said.
Crow rocked the car to a halt and re-lit his cigar.
Together the three of them surveyed the aging, decrepit house looming like a decaying frame specter against the rain-darkened sky.
"You sure this is the place?" Crow said, throwing his words over his shoulder to the back seat.
"I'm positive," Danny replied, some strength having returned to his voice. "It was the only meal I got last summer when I hitched from Miami to New York. Besides I couldn't forget the girl... she was as weird as the house looks haunted."
"It looks desolate enough... and I don't even see any telephone wires leading into the place," Steele said almost to himself as his eyes surveyed beyond the house to the outbuildings and the fields.
"I wonder if it's even got electricity," Crow said, narrowing his eyes through the haze of cigar smoke surrounding his head.
"It's perfect, I tell ya," Danny said.
"Yeah... yeah, I think you're right, kid," Steele said, and flipped his hand up the drive as a signal for Crow to drive on.
CHAPTER SIX
"Jesus, honey... can't you move a little? I mean it's a damn shame with a body like yours you can't be a little bit more alive."
He braced himself with locked arms above her still form and looked down at her. The girl's eyes seemed like bottomless pools of darkness reflecting nothing he said, and what was worse, nothing he was doing.
His cock was soaked with the hot juices from her pussy where it rested with half the shaft in her cunt. Her pussy had heated up right away, the minute he had led her from the foyer by the stairs into the big living room and pulled the dress up over her head.
Just as he had guessed, she wore absolutely no underwear and her naked body was truly a sight to behold. Soft curling, blonde pussy hair ran in a even line from the top of her cuntal slit down to disappear between her full, firm thighs.
His mouth watered so much and his cock got so hard that he could hardly contain himself as he leaned forward to get a better look at the way her pussy hair seemed to curl, deliciously right into the crack of her cunt.
He couldn't resist it. He wanted to eat her snatch right then and there.
"Will your mother come downstairs?" he asked.
"Who?"
"Your mother."
"You mean Beatrice?"
"Uh... yeah, Beatrice," the young mailman replied. "Will she come downstairs while we're doin it?"
"Beatrice isn't well yet," Retha replied, aggravating him further with her total lack of concern.
"Well, you stay right here and keep your pussy warm," he said, sitting her on the sofa and moving towards the stairs. "I think I'll just check to make sure."
He took the stairs two at a time and opened the doors to three rooms before he found the right one.
"Jesus," he exclaimed as he entered the bedroom and saw the beautiful nude lying motionless on top of the covers. "I'm sorry, ma'am... I didn't mean to just come barging... " She didn't move. Her eyes rolled around to where he stood in the doorway, but she made no attempt to cover herself or even blush at his rude entrance.
It was curious, so curious that he couldn't resist going on into the room, since the woman on the bed didn't seem to mind him seeing her totally nude, with her beautiful tits and her hairy pussy just hanging out ready and willing.
Beside the bed he stopped and looked down at her. She still didn't move.
God, he thought, she almost, was nearly, more beautiful than the girl downstairs. Beautiful tits, he mused, the way the areolas nearly covered the ends of them and the way the nipples are so long and hard. Jesus, he thought, his mouth watering, it would be almost like sucking the whole big tit into your mouth just having the nipple there.
Her head moved and he was sure he could see her mouth turn up in the semblance of a smile. He was also sure he saw the muscles in her thighs twitch, in turn squeezing the exposed lips of her pussy together.
"Oh, yeah," he said, aloud, "I am gonna have a ball with the mail in this neighborhood. I'll be back, honey," he said, turning towards the door. "As soon as I get a little of that pussy downstairs, I'll be back and get some of yours."
He met the girl, still nude, coming up the stairs with the tray.
"I thought I told you to stay downstairs. Do all of you just run around this joint with no fucking clothes on at all?" He took the tray from her with one hand and propelled her back down the stairs with the other, all the time shaking his head. "Wow. This is some kind of household you got here, honey. I mean, good-lookin' puss all over the place... I mean on every fuckin' floor. It's like a regular harem. Now let's you and me retire back to the sofa and do a little poon-tangin'... huh?"
He set the tray on the table by the stairs and guided her back to the sofa in the living room. Once again, as he bent her over one arm of the sofa, his eyes and mouth were intrigued by the curling, moistened hairs that ringed her pink slit so sweetly.
Without even removing his clothes, he dipped his head between her thighs and started rummaging in the soft, wet fur of her sweet young crotch. He ran his tongue up and down her cunt folds until it dipped deeply into her pussy. His chin pressed tightly between the cheeks of her ass as he used his tongue like a spoon to dip the nectar from her pussy and draw it in great, greedy gulps into his hungry mouth.
As he sucked and chewed on the sweet meat of her pussy, he rolled his eyes up over her belly and between her tits. Weird, he thought, the broad is really weird. She hasn't said yes or no all this time, no matter what the hell I've done. Here I am sucking the hell out of her cunt and all she can do is lay there and stare at me as if she didn't know what the fuck I was doin'.
As he continued to suck the juices from her pussy, and nibble in rapture on her clitoris, he unbuttoned his clothing and removed each piece without ever raising his head from the warmth of her cunt.
When he was fully nude, he stood and moved between her legs, his cock straight out in front of him, throbbing and dripping with the anticipation of being dipped in such a sweet nest of female meat.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, honey," he breathed. "I'm gonna pour all this fucking meat up your sweet snatch and ream your hole."
Still she didn't speak or move. It was as if she hadn't even heard him.
He placed the head of his cock at her hole and lunged. It went in a scant two inches and he lunged again, using all the power in his hips and ass to bury a third inch inside her twat.
"Shit you're tight, sweetheart. It's been a while since you've had some good cock inside that pussy, ain't it?"
This time he was too heated with lust to wait for an answer from her or even care if he got one. He just shoved with all his might and felt his stiff cock at last slide all the way home in her warm sheath.
"Oh, shit that's good... real good, honey. Is it good for you, baby?"
He withdrew and then slid his massive root deep into the girl's wet cunt again. It felt as if he were all the way into her guts. He drove it as deeply as he had the length to go, reaming her sweet pussy with every inch of his burgeoning cock. His balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass as he sunk his prick again and again to the ultimate inner depths of her rippling hole.
"You up to it, baby," he moaned. "I am... shit, I think I'm halfway up to your fucking tits."
By this time he was impervious to her lack of speech or movement. He just wanted to fuck, and her body was so perfect that for a while just that sufficed.
He kissed her as he fucked into her steaming cunt. He was elated when her tongue seemed to flick out in semiresponse to wipe at his lips in return. It was like a darting little pink animal nested in her teeth. He licked it, bit at it, then pulled it up to him and lowered his head and sucked at her dark, hardened nipples. They were stiff and long with the flow of blood. He thought she was gasping, pushing the lovely tits into his face, and he slobbered on them happily.
Eut he was wrong.
"You're hurting me," was all she said, her voice once again atonal in its delivery.
"Oh, yeah?" he replied. "Well that's too fucking bad, sweetheart, 'cause I'm gonna hurt one hell of a lot fucking more before I'm through."
He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to him. He stroked the long tube of his prick cruelly, deeper than ever into her sucking cunt, making her gasp and squeal as the bulbous head rubbed the very opening of her tender womb, pressing deep, deep into her pot of moistened honey.
"Fuck me back, baby," he said, throwing her beautiful legs around his back and abandoning himself to the plunging of his cock between her spread legs. With all his will power he fought down the wad of jizz that threatened to surge from his heated, bulging balls.
He worked over her body like a madman. Holding her tits in his hands, he bounded up and down between her still legs, all the time begging her to respond, to move, to fuck him back.
But she only lay still, a quizzical, faraway look in her eyes, even though her fuck juice dribbled over his cock in hot abundance from between her sweet cunt-lips.
She suddenly shuddered and he was sure she had come.
"Did you get it, baby? Did you come for me, honey?" he hissed in her ear. "Was it good? Huh? Was it good for you, baby?"
"Yes," she said, the tone changing not a whit in her voice. "I guess so."
Jesus, he thought, she comes and she doesn't even know it. Maybe she just hasn't had any cock for a long time. Maybe it'll get better.
He rolled against her hard, sending his prick to the balls and rubbing his bone as hard as he could against hers. He grabbed her hips and began a furious thrusting of his hard cock up into the sucking length of her velvet tunnel. Suddenly he leaped and bucked over her. His prick spat great gobs of white jizz up her cunt as he groaned in joy and dropped his head to nibble and chew on her tits as he shot again.
But still she hadn't moved.
He stayed like that, arms locked above her, looking down, talking to her, imploring her, until he thought several minutes had passed.
Still nothing; no word, no movement.
But just the sight of her naked like that aroused his cock again where it rested half in and half out of her delicious cunt.
He moved slightly, re-entering her hole to the hilt and hearing the spongy, slurping sound of his cock disturb his own cum in her snatch.
"Are you gonna fuck this time or not?" he said, anger in his voice.
Still no answer.
"Shit," he said disgustedly, and rose to stand between her legs, his long hard-on resting in his hand. "What the hell's wrong with you? Shit, I might as well fuck that corpse upstairs. At least it looked like she wanted It. Hey... now that's an idea."
He turned, still naked, his hard-on bouncing in front of him, and headed for the stairs.
Above Beatrice could hear them and, from his grunts and groans and his words, knew exactly what was going on. Even in her semiparalyzed state the thought of what the young man was doing to Retha, the thought of his hard young cock plunging into a pussy turned her on a little.
It had been a long time since it had happened, since she had taken a cock up her pussy. She knew she could feel it again now. Even at that very moment she could feel the aroused juices from her cunt push through her labes and roll in tiny streams down into the crack of her ass.
Then she heard him start to mount the stairs and her reverie in sex turned from anticipation into stark fear.
What would Retha do? she thought. What was he planning to do? Could he actually be coming to her room to try to fuck her?
She concentrated with all her might. She opened her mouth and tried with every fiber in her body and every facet of her mind to make sounds, to make words, to warn him.
If he did come in and fuck her, she thought, that might be a way after all. If his ear would be close to her face. If only she could make words, she could tell him what had happened. She could beg him to take her out of there before it was too late.
There was a sound at the door and she rolled her eyes over to see his naked form fill the entrance. He was totally nude with a full length, throbbing hard-on bouncing in front of his hairy groin.
She managed to twist her head a little towards him so he could see the semblance of a smile on her face.
He advanced to the side of the bed and smiled back at her as he looked down, his eyes taking in the voluptuous nude contours of her womanly body.
"I just fucked the girl downstairs," he said, grasping the thick shaft of his prick and milking it forward so a thick droplet of sperm squeezed out of the end of his dick and ran in a long, silver thread down through the air to come to rest on the nipple of her right tit. "But I think I could muster up another load for you if you want it."
Her eyes were glued to the bulging, throbbing head of his cock. She concentrated to make them alive and through them urge him to stick his prick in her cunt and cover her body with his so she could get him close to her. As an added inducement she used all her strength to move her hands up over her hips, across her belly to the thick, already soaking, thatch of her pussy hair. She parted her gash to show him her wet readiness.
The pink tenderness of her shining slit gleamed up at him and excited his brain and his cock even more than the easily available girl downstairs had done.
"Oh, yeah," he growled, "this is gonna be good... real fucking good."
He moved between her legs on the bed, spreading them with his knees. He bent his head and sucked first one and then the other of her glorious boobs. The nipples hardened at once into thrusting points that burned along the top of his tongue and radiated their heat through his whole mouth and throat.
Again she tried to make words but only sounds came out. He noticed and eased his body down closer over hers, his arms went around her, his chest mashed against hers, spreading the wealth of her fabulous tits across her body, and the head of his hard, thrusting cock slid down the wet slit of her cunt to come to rest between the soft globes of her ass.
"You say somethin', honey?" he breathed, moving and grinding his bone against hers. "You tryin' to tell me somethin'?" Indistinguishable sounds came from her throat. He leaned his ear closer to her mouth. "What'd you say, baby?"
She closed her eyes, summoned all the energy and mind-power from her fragile body up into her throat and at last, managed to croak out the first distinguishable words she had uttered in over a year.
"Fu... fu... fuck me!"
"Oh, honey," he said gleefully. "That I am gonna do. You might not be able to move too much, but at least you're hot for it and that's better than I had downstairs. Oh, yeah... you bet your sweet, ever-lovin' little pussy and ass I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you real good."
He was pleased further when she offered no resistance as his hands slid over the soft gentle curve of her tits. Her head hung limply, her eyes hooded, hoping that as he fucked her he would keep his ear close to her mouth long enough so she could make him understand what she was trying to tell him.
She felt her skin quiver as the man's lips explored her body, nibbling eagerly at her hard nipples as they jutted proudly from the firm round globes of her tits. He licked tenderly the soft curves of her tits, biting her playfully on the shoulder and in the curve of her neck.
And she could feel it; she could feel every bit of it. The idea that she could feel it almost thrilled her as much as the dual idea of a cock in her cunt and possible escape.
She moved her hands and her fingers between their bodies. She could control them. The more he ministered to her flesh the more the adrenalin in her body seemed to flow and the more she seemed to regain control of her muscles.
Her fingers touched his thick bushy pubic hair. A low gasp came from his throat as she clamped them around the hardened shaft of his prick. Her fingertips caressed the bulbous head, flicked at the tiny eye of the opening, eased down to the swollen softness of his balls and gently, ever so gently, squeezed the leathery, sperm-filled sac.
"Jesus, I'm gonna screw your fucking brains out, you sweetheart," he said.
She did her best to twist against him as she felt her body come more and more alive the more it became inflamed with need and lust. She twisted against him harder, suddenly able to touch the whole length of her naked form against his, smashing her firm tits into his hairy chest, grinding her flat belly into his middle. She felt the hardness of his erection pressure up between her thighs, brush against the already moist lips of her craving pussy.
He lay motionless as he felt her try her best to move beneath him. His head was cradled between the huge tits of the naked woman beneath him. His hand extended to her widespread thighs, and his fingers worked their way rhythmically in and out of her wet, tightly clasping cunt.
A gasp of surprise and pleasure burst from his throat as her fingers tightened around his cock and began to pump it slowly, tantalizingly.
The boy's hot moist mouth was fastened hungrily again to a hardened nipple on her firm jugs. He began to suck it eagerly, bringing her closer and closer to being an alive woman. His hands continued to roam her trembling body. They probed deeply between her milky thighs, squeezed the taut globes of her buttocks until tiny red marks were left where his fingers had been. His lips left her tits and trailed down between the firmly ripe melons to the smooth flat plane of her belly. He paused to nibble tenderly at the top of her pussy mound.
She felt her thighs being parted even farther as his fingers, in turn, parted the soft beaver surrounding her moist cunt-hps. He moaned, filling the room with his joy, as his tongue suddenly made electric contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
He spread the opening wider with his fingers and burrowed his face into the pussy, poking his tongue deep into the soft wet cunt flesh. His tongue was suddenly everywhere. One moment lashing at the nerve-tingling button of her clitoris, then probing deep between the tight, satiny walls of her open cunt.
Then he left her quivering pussy for an instant, his tongue pushing unexpectedly at the puckered ring of her asshole.
Yes! Oh, God, don't stop! she thought, her blood suddenly racing as she felt every nerve, every muscle in her body starting to come back to life. She was living in passion now, quivering and suddenly writhing as he deftly brought her to the level of wanton desire.
He moistened his finger with a quick probe in her wet pussy and then wormed it up into her tautly clenched bung. There was no pain, only joy, as she ground her ass hotly over his finger. He left it there as his tongue again lashed at her throbbing clitoris.
Oh, it's good, it's so good, she thought, her mind screaming with need. But don't eat me... fuck me, get your head up here where you can hear me or it won't do any good.
But now her body was so alive to his touch, to its return to sex that she could move. Indeed it took on a life all its own. She lost total control at the time when most she wanted it.
Her mind screamed at her, escape and everything else except sex stricken from it completely.
Yes... suck me. Suck my cunt. Stick your finger up my ass. Stick your whole fucking hand up there. I want to feel you all balled up inside me... inside my ass, my cunt. Pound it harder, fist-fuck me. Do anything you want to do to me, just do it!
Her body worked as a team with his, her thighs opening and closing with the frantic rhythm of his tongue snaking between her moist pink pussy-hps.
He could feel the power of her softly trim thighs increase as they pressed against the sides of his head, jerking harder together as he gave her an extra-deep jam into the jelly of her cunt. Her belly began to jerk and rise more rapidly now; her head hung limply to one side.
He thrust his tongue farther into her pussy, his finger hard up into the tiny puckered hole of her writhing ass. Her breasts heaved and danced wildly as she quivered and squirmed. Her head suddenly lifted as her back arched off the mattress, her face contorted. She ground her cunt up against his face, touching the bed only with her ankles and head.
That was when she saw Retha standing behind him.
The blade of the axe shone like the sun as it swept in a long, swinging arch above the girl's head.
Beatrice started to cry out, but it was too late. She closed her eyes tightly as the dull thud of the blow filled the room. Then she heard a second, and a third.
When she at last forced her eyes open, she saw Retha's back as the girl retreated from the room. Her eyes wandered back to her own body and the crumpled form between her legs. She tried to move but found herself strangely paralyzed all over again, as if the shock had done its work a second time.
When she saw the blood bathing her belly, her crotch, and her inner thighs, she emitted a low scream, and then heard her own voice speaking loud and clear in the otherwise still room: "Oh, my God, she's killed him, too."
Crow stopped the car at the very comer of the house. "You sure somebody lives here, kid?" he said. "This fucking place looks deserted as hell."
"Somebody did, I swear," Danny said.
"Well, we're stuck with it any way you look at it," Steele said. "I think I saw something move behind one of those windows on the second floor. Danny, you put the car in that barn in back. Crow, you come inside with me... we'll check it out."
They crawled from the car and mounted the front steps. Crow started to knock, but Steele just turned the knob and walked on in. "Spooky damn joint, ain't it?" Crow offered. Steele chuckled. "All the better. It'll probably frighten off any curious kids."
"What the hell is this?" Crow said. Steele picked it up and examined it. "Looks like a mail bag."
"A mail bag?"
"That's what I said," Steele replied and carelessly dropped the bag, heading for the stairs. "Maybe the guy lives here's a mailman."
She met them at the very top of the landing.
"Uh... hello," Steele said, just a faint frown creasing his face when she registered no surprise or fear at having two strangers blatantly walk into her house. "Hello."
"We had a little car trouble... wonder if we could use your phone."
"Don't have a phone."
"Oh?" Steele said, suddenly smiling. "Well, is your Daddy around? Maybe he could--"
"He went away."
"Oh?"
"A long time ago," she said, her eyes looking clear through him. "He went away a long time ago."
"Hey, Steele," Crow whispered. "Is somethin' wrong with her? I mean, she don't look like she's all there."
"Shut up!" Steele said to him, and again raised his voice. "Well, you aren't out here all by yourself now, are you?"
"Beatrice is upstairs."
"Well, will you tell her to come down? I'd like to see her."
"She's sick... she can't walk."
"Oh, yeah?" Steele said, his grin widening. He turned to Crow: "Get the bags and the money out of the car. This place is perfect."
Just as Crow turned to walk down the stairs, an ear-splitting scream filled the house from the room upstairs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus, she's weird," Crow said, his voice low as he watched the young girl's back while she, in turn, fixed food for them.
"Everybody's a little weird, Crow," Steele replied from his place across the narrow kitchen table. "Even you... sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe... but I get the creeps bein' holed up with a couple of loonies, even if they are good-lookin' broads. Like when we got here an' that one upstairs starts screamin' like hell. Then we run into the room an' she just sits there starin' at us."
"I think that's normal," Steele said. "If you were a broad and two dudes come running into your bedroom with guns saying shut up or we'll blow your head off... wouldn't you just shut up and stare? Besides the girl said she can't move or talk."
"Then how could she scream and who was she screamin' at?"
"Who knows," Steele replied and turned to the girl. "Hey, honey, just cook those eggs. I know you don't have to take time out to lay 'em."
The girl turned from the stove and carried a tray to the table. As she leaned over to unload it, the front of her scoop-necked dress fell away so Crow could see all the way down her naked front between the two pendulously swaying tits, under the smooth belly to the satinlike fur of her vee-covered cunt mound. Her tits jiggled with a life of their own as her arms and shoulders moved. The sight brought blood into Crow'S cock and a thickening to his tongue.
God, he thought, how he'd love to wrap his mouth around those beauties and just suck himself to sleep. Or even better he imagined putting his thick cock between them and shooting his cum all over her face.
She avoided his eyes as she moved around the table and stood between them, pouring coffee.
Crow glanced at Steele. The other man was totally absorbed in his food. Without even looking at her, Crow moved his hand under the table until he found her firm, bare calf. Slowly, the texture of her skin drew his shaking hand like a magnet. He let it crawl up, up her leg, between her soft thighs until he could feel the soft hairy pulp of her pussy against the top of his hand and his thumb.
He rolled his eyes up to her face. It was totally blank, with the eyes still staring vacantly as if his hand weren't throbbing against her seeping pussy at all.
Jesus, he thought, barely able to stifle a sexual groan in his throat, the little bitch did want it, and she'd get it, too, first thing in the morning during his watch.
"Crow," Steele said, without looking up from the food on his plate. "Yeah?"
"Eat!"
"Oh, man," Crow groaned, "I'd like to."
"I mean the eggs."
Crow cursed under his breath, and quickly shoved his thumb far up inside the girl's sweet cunt before withdrawing it and licking the juice of her pussy from it.
She didn't say a word, just moved around the table and picked up another tray.
"Where you going?" Steele said.
"To take Beatrice's supper up to her."
In the woods far behind the house, Danny had found the soft mound of earth in the bottom of a long ravine. The earth was soft, as if something had just recently been planted.
Perfect, he thought, he could bury the money there with just his hands, run, and come back for it later.
Upstairs, Beatrice strained her ears to try to hear what was being said down below. It was impossible.
She wondered how long they would stay and if they would kill her and Retha before they left. She knew Retha didn't know or care what they were. Beatrice herself had seen it in their eyes, their manner, and the guns in their hands, the moment her scream had brought them into the room. She had seen it in them and she could recognize it.
That had been nearly two days ago and since that time she had toyed with the thought of opening up and admitting to them that she could talk; perhaps she could convince them to leave without harming her and maybe even get them to help her escape from Retha.
Watching Steele's eyes, however, with their icy-blue hardness and listening to the callous crudeness of Crow, she had decided against it.
She still had hopes that if she could get the young one, Danny, alone she might be able to swing him to her side without endangering her position by letting Retha know that she had her voice back.
Retha entered, breaking her reverie, and making her stiffen her body so the girl wouldn't guess just how much control she had retained over her body after the wild sex experience with the young mailman.
As Retha crossed to the bed and set the tray on the stand beside it, Beatrice absently wondered what she had been able to do with the body after she had cleaned up the room. "Don't worry, Beatrice," Retha said, "it's going to be all right. I'll protect you. They'll leave pretty soon and it will just be the two of us together again the way he would have wanted it... and then I'll take care of you again... nurse you, and give you what you needed so much from that young man."
As she spoke, the girl rolled her hands up and down Beatrice's thighs.
"Do you still need it, Beatrice? It looked as if you did. I've still got the thing. It's in my room. I'll go get it." Beatrice knew exactly what she was going to get and what she would do with it when she got back.
She hoped she would be able to hold herself back. After the episode with the young man, she wasn't sure. Danny came back into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "How'd you do?" Steele asked. "A Ford," Danny replied, "two years old, untraceable plates, cash, no questions asked."
"What'd you do with the other one?" Crow asked, his mouth full of eggs. "Bottom of the lake," Danny said. "When we gonna leave?"
"Sometime tomorrow," Steele replied. "I don't know for sure yet."
"What about the women?" Danny said. Steele shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Speaking of them, go up and look in on 'em. I don't trust the older one even if she can't move or talk."
"I'll go," Crow said, rising. "Sit down," Steele said. "Go ahead, kid." Danny rose and walked from the room. "What's wrong with me goin'?" Crow asked petulantly. "Nothin'," Steele said. "I just want your brains above your belt for the next twenty-four hours, that's all. Understand?"
"Shit," Crow said, and sat back down. Danny carried his coffee cup with him up the stairs and moved into Beatrice's room. He looked around, not seeing the girl but spotting the tray. "Where's the kid?" he asked, and then remembered. "Oh... forgot... sorry." He started to back out of the room. "Shut the door," Beatrice said, "and come here... hurry!"
"You can talk," he said, almost dropping his coffee to the floor. "Yes," she replied, "and I Can walk a little, too... but not very far and not for very long times at a stretch."
"But Retha said-"
"Retha doesn't know. Come here... hurry! I must talk to you."
"Retha doesn't know? I don't get it," he said, moving to the bed and sitting beside her, his face screwed into a mask of curiosity. "Never mind that now," Beatrice said, a sudden urgency in her voice. "I'll explain about all that later. For now, tell me, you're not really with those other two, are you? I mean you're not like them, are you?"
"No, I'm not," Danny said, his features hardening as he remembered Lassiter's bloody body on the floor of the hotel room. "Good... I need your help. I want to get away from here. I've got to get away from here."
"I don't know," Danny said, his brow furrowing into deep thought. He, too, wanted to get away; he planned on getting away, but he didn't want to saddle himself with a cripple. "I know what you're thinking, Danny. But I'm not as crippled as I look, believe me." She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. Tenderly but urgently she kissed him, running her hard-tipped tongue between his lips to lave the inner softness of his mouth. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman, too long. Especially a woman this appealing and this beautiful. Little bands of fireworks went off in his head as she kissed him and he let his hand ease up the soft warmth of her side, under her breast, experimenting, seeing how far she would go.
She surprised him even more by taking his hand and placing it under her gown, full on her naked tit. The nipple throbbed heatedly in his hand. He cupped the pendulous globe and felt its weight in his hand. It felt good, as good or better, than any tit he had ever felt.
His cock hardened and he found himself wanting to fuck her. He broke the kiss, growled, and dipped his head to suckle her boob. His hand dropped to her lap beneath the covers and cupped the sweet, full mound of her womanly cunt.
"No, honey," she said, "not now. Later. Will you help me get away?"
"All right," he said, his voice thick with lust and passion. "Good," she said, smiling and running her hand gently over the hard-on in his pants. "And I'll take some of that later. Meantime, is there anything I can do to help?" Already a quick plan had formed in the young man's agile brain. "Yeah," he said, "yeah, there is something you might be able to do to help. I can handle Crow but Steele's another story. He's smart and he's never off his guard."
"Anything," she answered. "I'll do anything."
"I guessed you would," Danny said, smiling. "If we can get him away from his knife and his gun... then maybe I could take him."
"You mean," Beatrice smiled, "if we could get him alone and naked?" Danny smiled again, back at her, thinking that it might be easier with her help after all.
"You got the picture," he said. "Leave it to me," she replied, "I hear Retha." Danny stood by the bed and sipped his coffee as Retha walked into the room, carrying a small black bag. She stood looking at him quizzically for a moment, and then spoke. "You'll have to leave now. I'm going to give Beatrice her bath."
"Sure," Danny said, throwing one last glance at the woman on the bed and easing himself out the door. Retha locked it behind him and ran to the bed. "Are you all right?" the girl asked. "He didn't try to do man things to you, did he? Like that other one? I showed that other one just like I saw you do it. I'll do it to him, that one, too, if he tried to do it to you."
Beatrice shook her head no, wanting to make Retha forget that Danny was even in the room alone with her. The older woman knew that there was one sure-fire way to do that.
She raised her hand and roughly cupped Retha's tit. Immediately a smile lit up the girl's face. She leaned over and curled her arms around Beatrice's shoulders and dipped her face to the other woman's. "Oh, Beatrice," she moaned, "I want you so much.. I want it to be like it was before so much."
Both bodies jerked together as Retha pulled first Beatrice's robe from her body and then got herself naked and lay against the woman. She pressed her own perfect tits hard against those of the older woman's.
The young girl was immediately hot and wanting. She spread Beatrice's legs and dipped her head between the full, white thighs.
The woman jerked uncontrollably as Retha's mouth made contact with her hot, soft cunt. Retha kissed the hairy slit with her mouth open and growled in pleasure as the woman's juices flowed in a steady stream over her tongue. She made an "o" of her mouth and sucked so hard that the wet cunt-lips entered her mouth.
Nothing in the world tasted as good as Bea's wonderful pussy, Retha told herself, as she laved the tender lips and sucked the cunt juice into her belly. Shaking her head from side to side, she worked her tongue into the hot hole and used its tip as a probe to free its wonderful juices. Retha worked her hands under the woman's ass-cheeks. She fondled, squeezed, and rubbed them as she tongue-sucked the sweetness of her clutching pussy.
As the young girl worked over her hot pussy, the old thrills and joys of woman to woman love came streaming back over Beatrice's body. It was all right with a man, she mused. Once in a while a hard cock up her cunt was good, but there was nothing, and there had never been anything in life that could equal having her cunt sucked by a woman and sucking another woman's cunt in loving, lusting return.
All her life Beatrice had glowed each time she and another woman had gotten together to tear each other's clothes off and made love, wildly and passionately. She neve; tired of fondling and sucking another woman's tits, and surrendering her own tits to a woman's caresses. There was nothing like sucking a sweet cunt and having hers sucked in turn.
As Retha ground her tongue farther and farther up the other woman's cunt, Bea smiled. She thought how strangely it had all turned out. She had really married Frank Salles, Retha's father, in order to get to his beautiful daughter. And she did get to her only to find out that the young girl had been latently gay all the time. From that first time when Beatrice, two nights after her and Frank's marriage, had tiptoed across the hall to Retha's room and slipped into bed with the girl, during the night, Retha had welcomed her female love and sex with more than open arms.
"Do you like it, little baby? Do you like Beatrice to touch and squeeze your sweet, young pussy like this? Is it good? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, yeah, Beatrice, I love it. If you hadn't come to me, I think I would have eventually come to you. I love you."
Bea's hands were gentle and soft as they worked in her crotch, bringing rivers of moisture to the girl's cunt-hps. She squirmed under the woman's expert attentions, hungry to be taken in lesbian love by this new woman in her life, her father's wife.
They lay in bed lightly touching, their caresses and kisses becoming more and more passionate and the heat swelling in their bodies and they talked of what they wanted to do to each other.
They talked of sucking cunts and licking assholes, of using rubber cocks to fuck each other with, of rubbing one clitoris against the other until fire was made in the very depths of their cunts by the friction.
"I love your beautiful breasts, Beatrice, so firm and round and warm."
"Suck them, darling," Beatrice replied. "Take the nipples into your warm, smooth mouth and suck on my tits!"
The woman guided the girl's head to each of her breasts in turn and groaned in lustful passion as Retha's mouth sucked and laved the huge nipples. She tried to push her creamy tits farther and farther into Retha's mouth as the girl's full lips and hard tonguetip worked like a demon on their tenderness.
At last with an aroused cry of need and lust Retha turned and fell on the older woman's body.
Beatrice understood and fell back, opening her legs wide to receive the girl's searching face and lust-inflated, lapping tongue.
Retha moaned with desire as she jammed her sweet face into the warm wetness of the woman's crotch and sucked and licked the foaming, bitter-sweet nectar she found there.
Bea answered the girl's desires by spinning her ass and hips around until Retha's cunt was directly above her own face.
"Yes," Retha moaned around cunt-lips and hair, "kiss my cunt, too, Bea, kiss it and suck it like I'm doing to yours."
And they sucked and licked each other's pussies, asses, and tits all that night, and then the next, and the next, and every chance they could find to get together while Frank was out of the house for even a short time so they could be alone.
And Retha never let on, never told Beatrice about her other lover.
She had to find that out for herself, and when she had...
Suddenly a jarring, tearing pain filled her pussy, bringing her back to the present. She looked down.
While she had been daydreaming, Retha had pulled her face from between Beatrice's thighs and taken the huge, foot-long dildo from the black bag. She had strapped it around her middle and unceremoniously rammed it as far as she could up the woman's pussy.
Beatrice groaned in both pain and pleasure as the big, phony cock filled and reamed her with devastating fury.
"I'm fucking you, Bea, my love. I've got my cock all the way up your pussy, clear into your belly. I know you can't tell me with your voice how good I'm fucking you... but you can tell me with your hands. Tell me with your hands, Bea. Show me how much you like me fucking your sweet pussy."
And Beatrice did like it. She loved it. She could feel the juices of her aroused pussy seeping in great gushes outward, around the hard rubber dick and running down over her inner thighs and into the crack of her ass.
In answer to Retha's demands, the woman moved her hands, slowly at first and then with speed and urgency, up over Retha's ass until her fingers could part the fleshy globes of the girl's butt. Then she probed until she found the puckered, but wet, ring of the girl's tender, loving asshole. She rolled and nudged one finger against the hole until it entered.
Retha gave a grunt of joy and increased the speed and force of her hips in order to jam the huge cock deeper and harder into Bea's pussy.
Bea herself was nearly going crazy trying to hold back the screams of joy and pleasure that threatened to erupt in her throat. She jammed and poked a second and then a third finger into Retha's willing, clasping asshole, as if she could tear the very core of the girl's bowels out of her rectum.
It served to do exactly what Bea wanted. Retha went crazy from the rear manipulation. Groaning, she ground her asshole back over Bea's fingers on the upstroke and jammed the rubber cock with new, wild force against the woman's cervix, deep inside her cunt, on the downstroke.
Bea's eyelids fluttered and she clenched her thighs tightly together, scraping them and feeling the sensual delights of her own heated flesh rubbing against Retha's smooth flesh all the way from their trembling knees up to their feverishly moistened cunt-hps.
With a loud groan of ecstasy escaping from her throat, Bea let go and jammed upward with her hips, forcing her excitedly quivering pussy to slide wetly clear over the wondrous shaft until her cunt-hps were directly against Retha's, nibbling at the pussy hair over the other girl's cunt mound.
She was filled completely, fully, and it felt good.
She could feel all the ridges of the hard shaft inside her hole. It sent waves of pleasure throughout the sensitive flesh of her cuntal sheath. She squeezed down with her abdominal muscles bringing the hard cock against her clitoris and adding to her pleasure.
"Put your knees right up here under my armpits, Bea," Retha commanded. Bea did as she was told. "Now see if that isn't better."
Beatrice found that the new positioning enabled her to slide her cunt more easily up and down the hard length of the cock. She soon established a natural rhythm that increased in tempo until her ass was bucking under the other girl like crazy.
It was so fantastically beautiful that she completely forgot her previous need for caution in letting Retha know just how much she could control her body.
Retha herself worked frantically now. The rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above Bea, while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced as though they were trying to tear themselves off her chest and reach Bea's below.
During the frenzied lunges downward, Retha realized that she was hammering the hard rubber cock against the soft folds of Bea's cervix and bringing her ultimate joy.
It was true. Each time Bea's uterine opening slammed against the blunt cock-head, sensuously powerful reverberations rippled throughout her entire body.
It was only a few seconds until she could feel the surges of her come starting deep inside her writhing, bucking belly.
Suddenly Bea could feel everything inside her rush out with the fury of her sudden orgasm. She sensed a flood of her own juices oozing down the cheeks of her butt. She gave one last guttural moan and collapsed heavily back onto the bed.
Calmly, with a strange new glint in her still-vacant eyes, Retha pulled the cock from Bea's clutching pussy. She lowered her head to the recently vacated gash and used her tongue to carefully clean the woman's thighs, her ass, the puckered hole between the ass-cheeks, and lastly, the still tender and vibrating lips of her seething, soaking pussy.
Up and down the cushy slit Retha ran her tongue until she had lapped and sucked practically all of the molten juices from the pussy hair, the inner part of the thighs, and the labes themselves.
She was just savoring the last of those juices on the tip of her tongue when a loud knock came on the door and she raised her head. Steele's hard voice rang clearly through the paneled wood. "Hey, you been in there a long time. What the hell's goin' on?"
"Nothing," Retha replied. "Oh, yeah?"
"I'm giving Beatrice her bath," Retha called, smiling, almost leering at the other woman.
"You can't come in now."
Apparently it satisfied him, because soon Retha could hear the retreating sound of his footsteps as he descended the stairs. She rolled back on her knees and haunches and removed the dildo from around her waist. Smiling almost sweetly, she used her tongue to lick all the juices from the rubber dick that had been placed there by Bea's erupting pussy.
When it was sufficiently cleaned to her satisfaction, she carefully rewrapped it and placed it back in the black bag. When she turned back to Bea, her face had contorted into something fierce. It looked like a horrible mask of pain and anger.
The girl's hand flew out and slapped Bea's face, twice, very hard leaving red welts in its wake. "You cunt, bitch, fucking whore woman," Retha hissed, between clenched teeth. "You can move, can't you? I'll bet you can walk, too, can't you? Well, don't try to walk too far, or you know what will happen to you. You're mine... you're all I've got now. You made it that way, now it's going to stay that way."
Twice more she slapped Bea as hard as she could. Then she crossed the room, unlocked the door and left, locking it behind her from the outside.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost dawn, still and quiet with heavy mist surrounding the house, the outbuildings, and the fields beyond.
Crow had been prowling the downstairs part of the house like a caged animal for the past two hours since Danny had awakened him to take his turn on watch.
It was stupid, he thought. Why keep a watch clear out there in the middle of nowhere? Two loony broads in the house and nobody outside. He could be upstairs, warm and sleeping like the rest of them. Or he could be in town knocking a sweet piece off some whore, getting his cock sucked or shoving it up a sweet warm cunt, or reaming a tight asshole.
Staring out the window at the gray darkness, and the barely discernible gaunt limbs of the trees surrounding the house, he thought again of his Aunt Velma and the soft fleshiness of her magnificent body. He wanted her again, and if he couldn't have her, he wanted another woman in her place, any woman.
His thoughts drifted up the stairs to the two women. Loony or not, he thought, they were both beautiful, with bodies that wouldn't quit. The young one, he was sure, wanted a little of his cock. He had manhandled her every chance he could when Steele was out of the room or not watching him.
Her tit had filled his hand to overflowing, its weight heavy and appealing, its nipple hot and hard in his palm. Her cunt felt good, too, soft and pulpy, and it always seemed to be soaking wet every time he touched it and squeezed it.
He remembered the smell and taste of her pussy on his fingers after reaching up her dress and exploring the hot nest oi meat between her thighs.
She never objected having his hands on her ass, or her cunt, or her tits. He guessed that if he went upstairs right now, she wouldn't object if he stuck his cock in her mouth or poured it up her sweet young cunt.
His cock was hard and pressing painfully against the front of his pants.
He turned from the window with resolve and started climbing the stairs. His hard-on was painfully throbbing as he moved. His hands were sweating and his brow was beaded with moisture as he thought, could almost sense and smell, what was awaiting him in the bedroom at the top.
He paused by Steele's door and silently opened it until he could see inside. Danny was sprawled across the day bed, his mouth hanging open in deep sleep. Steele lay on the bed fully clothed. Even in sleep the hard lines of his cruel face sent chills up and down Crow's spine, causing sweat to brew on his face.
What if the son-of-a-bitch wakes up and catches me? Crow thought.
But the blood-engorged cock throbbing painfully in his pants overcame any fears he might have left of Steele retaliating against him for what he might do to either of the two women.
Carefully, he re-closed the door and crossed the hall. He slipped into Retha's room just as silently and crossed to the bed.
He barely managed to hold back the gasp in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the bare light in the room and he looked down to see her beautiful nude body on the bed.
The tops of her ample tits almost touched her chin as she slipped near the side of the bed and pulled them protectively around her and up with her bundled arms. The turgid, tensed nipples shone like two darkly pink silver dollars where they lay on the ends of the fluffy white tits.
She rolled over in her sleep, and the marvelous tits swayed sensuously back and forth, barely spreading on her chest.
Between her legs her honeyed pussy was a warm, blonde thatch that lay like a moist invitation to him and his bouncing cock.
She had evidently been warm during the night and tossed and turned until she had kicked the covers from her body. Because she was nude and lying in such a way, Crow interpreted it in his mind as her wanting him, inviting him to take her.
Carefully and quietly he removed all his clothes until he stood beside the bed stroking his long, nakedly hard cock, and licking his lips as he contemplated what to do with her first.
He was about to crawl into the bed when he wondered, briefly, what he would do if suddenly she did start to object, if she should start to scream after all. He bent and pulled his knife from his pants pocket. Silently he flipped the blade out and held it at the ready near the base of her throat.
Then he eased one knee onto the bed beside her head and positioned the pounding head of his hard cock a scant inch from her partially parted lips.
He grabbed her by the hair and, with an ever-widening, sadistic grin on his face, pulled her head up off the bed. As she awakened, her mouth opened in surprise and fear as if to scream.
As it did, Crow thrust forward with his hips and rammed his thick, turgid, cock-head deep into her gaping mouth, over her tongue, and down into her throat.
Retha held her breath, squeezing and biting, trying to expel the long, thick shaft. She was positive that she was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive prick buried between her ovally puckered lips.
Her mind raced beyond his cock, beyond the room. How, she thought, could she stop him? How would she be able to defeat him? Suddenly she was angry. Before, with the other man and then the boy who delivered the mail she almost hadn't cared. But there was something too distastful about this brute of a man who woke her out of a sound sleep and shoved his hard cock down her throat.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it real good and I might not cut you too bad. You feel that? Well, don't think I won't use it, 'cause I will if you don't do what I tell you to and keep quiet about it." Then she felt the knife at her throat and a new kind of fear gripped her. She looked up into his eyes and sensed that he would do it. He would kill her if she didn't satisfy his needs.
As if by magic she started sucking his shifting cock greedily as if it were just the thing she had been waiting all eternity for. Hungrily she gripped it between her lips and hollowed her cheeks, sucking with all the force she could muster from her throat.
"That's it, baby," Crow said, smiling and placing the knife on the table beside the bed. "I didn't think I'd need that. I always thought you really wanted my prick. Well you got it, baby. Oh, shit, you do suck good, real good."
Crow placed his other knee on the bed and, with one hand holding Retha's head by the hair, he reached between her legs and sank two middle fingers of his other hand painfully up into her cunt.
He chuckled softly to himself as he looked down and watched his own hips fuck his prick cruelly into her face. "Oh, honey, that does feel good and it's gonna feel a lot better. You'll see. A hell of a lot better... for both of us."
Retha's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the hardened cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with what seemed to Crow to be a wild ecstatic film of animal lust but was, in fact, her way of subtracting her mind from what she was doing and using it to plan some form of revenge on the animal who was now using her so brutally for his own ends.
The very lewdness of the sight brought a low moan to Crow's lips. He paused slightly as he felt her tongue circling the head of his cock and the juice from her torturously excited young pussy increased its flow between her legs to drench his palm with its warm, sweet stickiness.
Her whole torso quivered until, at last, her impaled young cunt became accustomed to the invading fingers probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her butt as it ground up into her now nakedly exposed crotch. Crow's finger moved in tiny teasing circles up inside her cunt, expanding her tight, little hole with his desire and need.
Suddenly he pulled his cock from her face for a moment and a long, thin stream of his hot, white cum shot over her forehead and found its way into her hair.
He was breathing heavily, squeezing the muscles of his legs, tautly trying his best to hold back any more cum. "Shit," he growled, "you sucked it almost too good, baby. I didn't want to come that fucking fast. But now that I have," he smiled, "it'll take that much longer to make it come again. Go ahead, baby, take my sweet dick again!"
When he had pulled his cock from her mouth, she had a chance to roll her head around a little until she saw the open-bladed knife resting on the table beside the bed where Crow had carelessly placed it. The shiny, razor-sharp edge of the blade so near, yet so far, had given her the seed of an idea.
When he urged her to start sucking his cock again, she went back to his groin with a relish unequaled in her previous sucking.
Now she concentrated on sucking him. He was hairy and the touch of his flesh felt strange to her lips and tongue. His flesh had a taste of manliness to it that had bitter memories. It was a pungency that she remembered from another man, one she had tried to forget.
She gripped his fully erect prick with one hand and lowered her lips to its swollen, lust- engorged head. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of his cock. A salty taste of fluid awaited her as a drop of his seminal juices oozed from the tiny opening in the end of his prick. She circled her tongue around the smooth rubbery knob as he groaned and twisted from the delicious punishment she was meting out to him. Her hands cupped his soft balls and lifted them; her lips parted and ovaled.
Then his cock was in her mouth.
He could stand the teasing no longer, even though he had almost prematurely come already. He gripped her hair with his hands and thrust his loins up hard, ramming his cock back against the rear of her throat passage.
She could feel the spongy shaft along the full length of her tongue as the long lust- hardened rod imbedded itself in her throat. She fought back the involuntary urge to choke; saliva filled her mouth and moistened the thickness of his meat as it nestled between her tightly pursed lips, stretching them as they accommodated his huge shaft.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart, that's how to cock-suck. Now tighten up your mouth and suck it real good. Suck my sweet dick just as hard as you can suck it, and then maybe Daddy'll be real goddamn good to you and fuck your sweet little pussy for you."
Retha sucked as if her life depended on it, and she was damn sure it did. She licked his cock, her head bobbing like a cork on its knob. His mewling cries of pleasure above her reminded her of another man, that man, but she pushed it out of her mind in order to think only of survival. All that mattered now was sucking this man's thick sperm out of his cock, filling her belly with the fluid of his balls. Anything so that she could get her hands on that knife.
Danny awoke with a hard-on that had managed to crawl clear outside the band of his shorts. He raised his head and looked over at Steele. Satisfied, he slid from the bed and moved into the hall. Pausing, he leaned over the bannister and listened for Crow down below.
He heard nothing and surmised that the man had probably fallen asleep.
Turning, he moved back down the hall in the direction of Bea's room. At Retha's door he stopped, a strangely familiar sound coming to him from the other side of the door.
He could hear harsh, animallike sounds emanating from the bedroom. Moans and groans, and the harsh, wet slapping of naked flesh fucking against naked flesh came to his ears.
Carefully he pushed the door ajar enough to look in. What he saw nearly brought a startled gasp to his throat. He stared incredulously at the scene on the bed. Fat Crow was pouring the full length of his meat into Retha's asshole, and the girl looked as if she were actually enjoying it.
Well, I'll be damned. And I thought she looked like such a cold fish, Danny thought, the scene before his eyes only serving to make his own prick throb even harder in desire.
His eyes bulged wide as he peered through the partially opened door, amazed at the way the girl was playing gleefully with Crow's balls while he hammered the thick, bulbous head of his cock up into her asshole. The fat man bucked his cock mercilessly in and out of the young teen-ager's tightly constricted shitter as if he hadn't had a piece for years.
The thought of Bea's beautiful body awaiting in the next room caused molten fire to surge through the young man's loins, caused his prick to leap again, even further into arousal.
The sight of Crow fucking his thick meat into Retha's tight asshole added fuel to that fire.
He closed the door and moved on down the hall to Bea's room. The door was locked but the key remained in the hole on the outside. He turned it, opened the door and slid inside. He locked it from the inside and moved to the bed. In a brief second he had removed his shorts and slid into the bed.
"Danny?"
"Yes."
"Will you help me?"
"Yes... I want you... I want to stick my cock in you and fuck you, Bea."
"Will you help me?"
"Yes... we leave in the morning. I've already hidden the car and I have the keys."
"Good. Fuck me then... now!"
His hands began to squeeze her arm convulsively, then one of them slid around as if with a will of its own and located the softness of her firm, quivering tit. He stroked it lovingly, passionately, turning his body slightly towards her so that she could feel his burgeoning prick when he pressed it against the smoothness of her ample thigh.
His breath came faster and faster as his lips caressed the side of her face. "Oh, shit, I want your cunt," he hissed.
He was aroused. It wouldn't be as good as a woman, as good as Retha, but Bea did need a fucking and his cock did feel good. As he played with her tit, her pussy began to flower with the juices of renewed passion. The heat soared and swirled in her belly, causing her nipples to harden under his hand. She could feel the trembling erectness of her cut nestled between the wet pink folds of her hotly fired cunt-hps.
She had meant to be indignant, outraged, horrified when he came to fuck her in her present condition. Perhaps, because of his youth, she thought, she might be able to con him into waiting until they were safely away from there. But now, with his cock against her thighs and his hot hand on her tit, she suddenly wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck anyone or anything.
She pressed hard against him. She let him kiss her face and press his erect cock against her leg. Passion churned within her, for suddenly she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"You really want me, don't you?" she said.
"Oh, honey, can't you feel just how much I want you?" he replied.
She made her decision. She turned her body hard into his. Her mouth joined with his and brought forth a low, almost inaudible cry of delight from deep in his throat. Her hand slipped down to rub at his swollen young cock. In turn his fingers were feverish on her tits as he filled her hotly receiving mouth with his tongue.
Then he pushed the covers from their bodies and he was cupping both her resilient boobs, kneading them with his hands.
She stroked his burgeoning prick, holding it so that she could slide it up and down her secreting pussy slit as she moaned around his wildly working tongue in her mouth.
"Oh, Danny, I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me, I want you to doitnow... FUCKME!"
Her voice made his cock leap in her grasping palm. His brain became a seething mass of desire.
He wanted her, too; he wanted to fuck her more than any woman he had ever been with before. She grasped sweaty hands around his swollen cock and guided it up and down her naked, wet, hair-fringed gash. It elicited more moans of tremulous desire from his throat, his eyes bulging in pleasure and desire as his cock made the first contact with her cunt.
Then, with more agility than he imagined she possessed, she raised herself up and climbed on top of him. She straddled his body, holding his upward-thrusting cock between the fingers of her right hand as she poised it up between her wide-spread thighs near the thin mouth of her tight, hot pussy.
"Now, baby," she said.
Staring hotly down at him, she inched herself downward slowly, parting the petallike folds of her cunt with the massive head of his prick. She filled the wet, hotly pulsating opening with it. She made soft sounds of sheer delight at the feel of his throbbing young cock inside her cunt.
He thrust upward as she came down, feeling the smooth fleshy warmth of her cunt's clasping walls start to mold around his prick.
Wasting no more time, Bea sheathed the full length of his trembling young cock with her damp snatch. It filled her whole belly with the hot hard expanse of his huge flaring head. Her face was wildly contorted with lust. As she rode up to bring all but the lust-swollen tip of his cock out of her pussy, he slid his hands around under her arms and squeezed her huge quivering tits. He levered up with his butt at the same time, sending his cock soaring along the full length of the soft, clasping channel of her cunt, pounding hard on its way to her tender cervix.
"Oh, yeah, baby... your cock... I've got all your sweet dick!" she cried out.
Then, using her knees as levers, she began to grind her cunt up and down his prick with abandon. She climbed it almost to its uppermost end but never allowed the bloated head to escape the soft confines of her hairy, open pussy. She always levered back down just in time to re-impale herself again and again on the thick, heaving fullness of his cock. It sent wildly whirling surges of delight racing through her stomach and loins.
"Danny... Danny," she said. "I think you're going to make me come. Kiss me... kiss me quickly."
He found her mouth with his. His tongue flashed into her warm, hotly wet cavern, and they were both mewling crazily around one another's hot vibrant tongues, exchanging spit from mouth to mouth.
Their tongues swirled crazily. They swayed on the bed, bucking and heaving against one another, mouths and bodies tightly locked together, straining with every fiber of their beings toward their mutual come.
Crow jammed his expanded cock wildly into the bouncing asshole of the lovely teen-ager. He buried the huge shaft deep and hard and hot in her tightly clenched little bung while he clawed mercilessly at her dancing tits.
"God, you are good, baby. Ain't had a woman love it like this with me since my Aunt Velma used to let me ream her shithole."
He was surprised how alive she had gotten when he took his cock out of her mouth and crawled over her body to fuck her. She had seemed so willing, so wanting, that he decided to go and take a chance on putting it up her shitter. And, lo and behold, she had loved it.
What Crow didn't realize, as he poured his meat up her ass, was that she was reaching out all the time for the knife on the table beside the bed. It seemed that every time she rolled her ass up to his cock her hand got closer and closer, as did her body, to the side of the bed.
Sweat rolled off both their bodies, mingling into one pool of passion beneath them. It flowed down between Retha's straining young buns to mingle hotly with the juices of her cunt.
Crow's balls, slamming hard against her ass on every heaving lunge, made a resounding wet, sharp thud with each stroke. The tingling heat in his balls became almost too much to bear as he fought for his second come.
And then, suddenly, Crow stiffened, moaning as he leaned over and jammed his tongue hotly into her mouth. It was the moment she had been waiting for. Her hand closed around the handle of the knife.
His hard, erect cock pulled almost free of Retha's straining, clasping asshole. The thinly stretched skin of his cock pulled out almost fully around the thick head. Then he fucked his hips forward with a powerful, brutal lunge.
Retha felt as if the huge shaft were rammed like spit all the way through her body and up into her throat as he began to jerk convulsively over her. A great, burning surge of hot, fiery jizz flooded deep into her asshole as he continued to moan and tongue-fuck into her mouth in orgiastic ecstasy.
The hot cum filled the beautiful teen-ager's ass, flooding her helplessly quivering bowels until she thought they would surely burst.
"Oh, shit, baby," Crow cooed. "That was good. That was real fucking good. You just give me a minute here to get it back up, and I'll fuck you in the cunt so's you can get yours off, too. That's all it'll take with a pussy like you... just a minute."
Carefully she brought her arm up and around as his weight settled over her. Closer and closer her hand came up to his throat.
Then she was there.
Swiftly, evenly, smoothly, with one solid stroke, Retha sent Crow to join his Aunt Velma.
Beatrice heaved herself with insane fury up and down on the powerful prick filling her cunt. Her right hand dipped down between his legs to fondle and caress his balls as her hips slammed down hard against his loins in ever-increasing tempo.
Danny's fingers were hard and merciless on her swollen tits, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger on the nipples until she cried out with the delight of his manipulations.
Oh, God, she thought, he's good. It really is good, his cock feels wonderful. I want to come. I want to come with his cum pouring up into my pussy.
He heaved up to meet the pis toning downstrokes of her locked cunt, as the first white-hot jets of his exploding jism burst along the underside of his cock and filled her tight, clasping pussy to overflowing.
So intense was this explosion of his cum into her cunt that it sent Beatrice over the brink of her own orgasm.
"Yes, YES!" she hissed at him. "I'm coming, lover! I'm coming like a dam bursting!"
They lay for a long time, wrapped in one another's arms. Danny must have fallen asleep because suddenly a shaft of hot sun dipped through the window and seared his eyes right through the lids.
He jumped from the bed and pulled on his shorts. Without waking Beatrice, he slipped from the room.
In the hall, he was passing Retha's door when it opened. He flattened himself against the wall, fearing it might be Crow leaving. As he watched, the edge of a large trunk edged its way into the hall.
Curiosity overcoming caution, Danny stepped into the path of the trunk. To his surprise, it was Retha behind it.
"Old clothes," she said, looking up. "I have to take them up to the attic." Her eyes traveled up and down his near-naked body and then swerved down the hall towards Bea's door as if she might guess where he had just been.
"I had to go to the John," he said quickly. Then he added, hoping to make her forget her first thought, "Here, I'll help you with that."
"NO! I mean... I can manage."
"It's okay," Danny said, insisting as he grabbed a handle on the end. "Jesus, it's heavy as hell."
Without a word, she crossed to the door behind him, opened it, and again took her place behind the trunk.
Together they managed to wrestle it up the stairs. "Jesus Christ," Danny said, huffing and sitting on a second trunk. "What the hell happened up here... something die? I mean, it's putrid." Coughing, he held his hand over his face and squeezed his nostrils tightly together.
Before she could answer, he heard Steele calling him loudly and angrily from the stairs below.
CHAPTER NINE
"Where the fuck have you been?" Steele said, surprising Danny with language he rarely used.
"I woke up... I had to go to the can."
"Well, where's Crow? The car's gone." Danny thought fast, his mind flipping like the dials of a computer. "Shit, I don't know. He might of gone into town to get a piece of ass. He said last night that he was horny as hell."
"He's always homy." Danny knew that it was probably impossible for Crow to handle any more after what he had seen the previous night, but with any luck he figured he could be gone before the two of them got together again, no matter where Crow might be.
"What'd you want?" Danny asked. "I mean besides Crow?"
"Get some clothes on and take a look around outside the house. Something's screwy around here and I don't like it."
"Okay," Danny said, heading for the stairs. Halfway up, he paused and turned back to face Steele. "Oh, by the way, Beatrice can talk. You know the older one of the two?"
"Oh," Steele said, "so what?"
"Well, I got a confession to make. I got a little homy myself last night... "
"So?"
"So I sneaked into her room last night. I thought maybe I could get a little and... "
"Yeah?" Steele still didn't seem to be paying very much attention, but Danny went right on, hoping. "Well, it was no dice but she did say she had the hots for you."
"Shit," Steele said. "Get moving!" Danny bounded up the stairs and into the room. He climbed quickly into his clothes and waited in the room with the door slightly ajar, hoping his guess that Steele was human would pay off after all. Sure enough, about ten minutes later Steele sauntered past the door on down the hall. He paused at Bea's door, looked back over his shoulder and entered.
Laughing to himself at how easy the whole thing was turning out to be, Danny grabbed the bag of money and ran down the stairs and out the back door. "I'm glad you could make it," Bea said, lowering the covers to the swelling tops of her billowing tits. They were visible down to the nipples. "Danny said you wanted to see me."
"Is that all that kid said? Jesus, that's a polite way to put it."
"Put what?" Steele said. "I don't just wanna see you, lover," Beatrice said, throwing the covers from her nude body and moving up to a crouching position on the bed. "I wanna suck and fuck you." Danny had been right in his assumption; even Steele was human. The sight of such classic beauty lying there stark naked, wanting him, searching the front of his pants for a bulge, reminded him of all his father's wealthy female friends. The ones he had fucked when he was just a kid.
"Well, you in the market or not?" she said, cupping her hands under her huge jugs and squeezing them tantalizingly together, forcing the large nipples to protrude from their tips as if they had a life of their own in their fullness.
"I never turn down a lady in need," Steele said, dropping his coat to the floor and crossing to the bed.
He took her in his arms and pulled her to him, ramming his mouth down on hers and crushing her lips under his. As his tongue found its way between her lips and searched for hers, he dropped his hand and savagely grabbed and twisted the furry muff that covered her cunt clear down between her soft thighs.
"Jesus, baby," she said, jerking her mouth from his, "you gotta be so rough?"
"Yeah," Steele replied, his mouth turning into a hard, thin line. "I like it rough, honey, real fucking rough. Lay down!"
Without waiting for her to do as he commanded, Steele pushed her roughly back to the mattress, unzipped his fly, and brought his rigid cock into the open, fisting it with his hand, and causing the already gigantic head to swell with blood.
"Nice," she said, smiling but unable to stop her lower hp from quivering at his callous onslaught. She hoped that Danny would get back upstairs in a hurry before Steele went too far.
"I'd like to have you suck it, honey," he said, spreading her legs and kneeling between them with his cock in his hand, "but I like the looks of your pussy, and it's been a while since this has been dipped in a sweet, warm cunt like yours. So spread!"
He fell across her with a grunt and started poking between her legs with his cock in blinding lust, searching for her hole.
"For Christ's sake!" she cried. "You can at least take that damn gun off. It's tearing the shit outta my tits. I wanna enjoy it, too, ya know."
"All right... all right," he said, noticing that she had clamped her legs together and deciding that an argument at this point wasn't worth the hassle. Besides, all he wanted was a good, quick piece of ass.
He stood by the side of the bed, still between her legs, and shrugged out of the shoulder harness. He dropped it behind him on the floor and started forward again.
"Drop your pants, too," she said.
"What for?"
"At least to your knees. I wanna play with your balls and your ass, too."
Shrugging, almost smiling at her wanton matter-of-factness, he undid his trousers, letting them and his shorts fall to his ankles.
"Now, goddammit," he growled, "we're gonna fuck. Open up your fucking snatch."
"Gladly, lover," she said, smiling. "Come feed Mamma your sweet meat."
He was on her in a second, falling across her body, and immediately running the head of his cock up and down her wet slit with his hand. When the head itself was well-lubricated and pushing through the velvet folds of her labes, he shoved forward with his hips and buried his shaft to the balls in her tight cunt.
"You got it, baby," he said, working his hips in an arc, loving the sweet milking her educated cunt was giving his cock.
Beatrice thought it was Danny when she heard the door close behind Steele, out of her sight. She quickly writhed away from his cock, not wanting to be in the middle of what might happen.
Steele also heard the sound and rolled around on the bed, slipped to the floor, and reached for his gun.
"Well, well," he said, his eyes roaming up and down Retha's naked body as she walked towards him across the room. "It looks as though everybody's homy this morning."
Retha didn't speak; she just continued walking, her full, bouncing tits jiggling in front of her body like two dark-tipped beacons.
"Don't let her close to you, Steele. Don't trust her!"
"Don't trust her?" Steele said, laughing, watching the twisting gyrations of Retha's beautiful young pussy coming closer and closer to his face. "You crazy? All your little girl wants to do is join the party. Isn't that right, Retha? Well, honey, with a body like that, you can join right in."
"Steele... Steele," Bea said, putting all the warning she could in her voice. She would prefer her chances with Steele and Crow as opposed to coping with Retha's deranged mind.
"Shut up, honey," Steele told Bea, "an' come on down here and stretch your cunt across this cock while I suck up a little of the lady's sweet muff... Ummmmm... good, good, good... Ummmm-mmm."
Retha reached his face, parted her legs and spread her pussy over his waiting mouth. His tongue just entered her pussy when he felt a momentary stinging, a slapping pain in the back of his neck and rolled over.
He was dead by the time his head hit the floor.
Outside, far from the house, in the ravine, Danny dug furiously in the soft ground with his hands.
It was all going to be so easy, he thought. Bury the money, split with Beatrice, eventually dump her and disappear for a year or two, then come back and dig up the money for easy street.
Suddenly he was rocked back on his heels, and then forced to stand back away from the hole. The odor was horrible rising from where he had been digging.
He turned his face away and retched on the ground. At last, with some color returning to his face, he covered his mouth and nose with part of his shirt and returned to the hole.
The man's body was three-quarters exposed. Sitting directly on what was left of his chest was the remnants of what had been a uniform.
Between the smell, which Danny recognized as the same odor that had permeated the attic, and putting the man's body together with the mail bag they had found in the hall, pieces started to fall into place in Danny's head.
Grabbing the briefcase containing the money, he took off for the house.
Half-crawling, half-tottering on weakened legs, Beatrice had managed to stumble and drag herself down the stairs.
Retha stood for a long time over Steele's body, staring at him, as if she had to make sure that he was dead. Then, in a semisomnambulant state, she turned and followed Beatrice down the stairs.
She caught up with the woman in the living room by the fireplace. Beatrice had managed to crawl that far and get her hands on one of the heavy pokers. She turned back towards the girl and, propping herself up against the fireplace, held the poker in front of her in an attempt to ward off the younger woman's advance.
"I remember it all now, Beatrice, you bitch. Everything's suddenly as clear as a bell in my mind."
Her voice had lost all of its strange, ethereal quality; it had sureness and strident clarity in it as she clipped the words out as if sanity had completely returned her mind to her body.
Her eyes, too, lost their faraway look, and darted-to and fro, seeing and understanding all they saw.
"Stay away from me, Retha," Beatrice said. "Stay away from me or I'll kill you, too."
"I guess we both recovered at the same time, didn't we, Beatrice? Me from shock and you from the blow he gave you on the head. You must not have hit him quite hard enough that night, or maybe not enough times when he left my room. Is that what happened, Beatrice? Did he just have time to push you down the stairs before he died? You must have hit some nerve somewhere. Is that why you couldn't talk... or walk?"
"I'm warning you, Retha... "
"We're just alike, aren't we, Beatrice... in so many ways. We're both a little sick." At that point Retha lunged and wrapped her own hands around the poker. Danny took the back stairs three at a time, completely missing the first floor. Ripping open the attic door, he bounded up the stairs, nearly tripping several times in his haste.
The adrenalin was flowing so fast in his body and his mind was turning over the events of the last few days so quickly that he was even oblivious to the odor in the attic. He kicked at the catches on the first trunk until they sprang open. He flipped up the lid and gasped in amazement at what greeted him. "Jesus, Crow, even you didn't deserve that," he said, and moved to the second trunk. He performed the same operation on it. "Oh, my God... whoever you were, you... " He couldn't say any more. He slammed the lid down and retraced his path, even faster, down the attic stairs. He started for Bea's room when he heard the women's voices downstairs. • Danny found them both nude, body to body, up against the fireplace. Retha had managed to pull the poker upward until its shaft was pressing into Bea's neck, slowly but surely strangling the hfe out of her. He filled his hand with Retha's hair and threw her across the room. The poker fell to the floor. He picked it up and stood between them, his body shaking as much from fear and ignorance of the situation as it did from exertion.
"All right," he said, a tremor he couldn't control in his voice. "I found Crow... where's Steele?"
"She killed him," Beatrice croaked, pointing a finger at the girl. "She killed them all."
"You he, Beatrice, you he. Not all," Retha said, and turned her now-darting, watchful eyes up to Danny from where she lay, sprawled on the floor. "If you found Crow, then you probably found my father, too."
"Oh, Jesus," Danny gasped. "You mean the mess in that other trunk was your father?"
"She killed him," Retha said. "It's a he, Danny!" Beatrice screamed, hobbling to him and throwing her arms around his waist.
"It's the truth!" Retha shouted. "She found him with me and couldn't stand sharing me with anyone, even him... "
"Sharing you...?" Danny said, his mouth dropping open in amazement. "Don't believe her, Danny," Beatrice said, trying to crawl up his body. "I did love her once, that's true. But after the other night with you, I'm changed... really changed."
"Get away," he said, looking down at her and trying to pull away from her grasp. "You're crazy, both of you. Crow was right, you're both loonies."
"No, Danny... take me away with you. She's the crazy one. She'll kill me if you don't help me," Beatrice implored.
"Oh, no, Beatrice," Retha said, her evil laugh echoing lewdly in the room. "I won't kill you... at least not right away. Ill make sure it takes years and years for you to die."
"Let go," Danny said, raising and threatening Beatrice with the poker. "Danny... Danny, Steele's in my room. Go see for yourself. She stabbed him with Crow's knife. She's crazy... she'll kill anyone... she'll kill me... she'll kill you!"
"Let go! GODDAMMIT, LET GO!" Danny shouted and brought the poker down on the back of her head. She crumpled to the floor. He stood for a few seconds, confused. Then, dropping the poker, he bolted for the stairs. He was like a man possessed as he rushed into Bea's room and pushed Steele's body out of the way so he could get to the gun.
His mind was so confused that he could only think along certain, specified lines--get Steele's gun, get to the car, get away. Danny had the gun in one hand and the briefcase in the other. He hadn't heard Retha come into the room behind him. He was on his knees beside Steele's body, just starting to rise, when she hit him over the head with the poker. It momentarily blinded him. He managed to roll to the side, avoiding the instrument's second swing to his head, absorbing it instead on his left arm. He dropped the briefcase and fought to clear his head as a third blow struck him across the base of the nose. Raising the gun, he tried to find her through the foggy haze in his brain and the sticky blood seeping into his eyes.
He fired a shot at what looked like movement, and heard the bullet ring off metal.
Rolling up to his knees, he gained his feet and headed for what he was sure was light coming through the bedroom door. The two deputies halted their car at the head of the lane and started walking the rest of the way to the house. "That does look like the stolen Ford out back," one remarked. "Yeah, and with young Ted Hastings missing this long... and this place on his route...
well, it's worth a check," said the other.
Just enough blood had cleared from Danny's eyes as he hit the front porch to see the two men coming up the drive. He waved at them, forgetting the gun in his hand. Guns appeared in their hands. They were shouting something at him. He continued running towards them. Anything, he thought, to get away from that crazy girl. He waved again. Danny never heard the shot or felt the bullet that killed him. Upstairs, Retha locked the attic door and hid the key. Quickly she pulled on a robe as her mind rushed over the story she would tell the police, who were pounding up the stairs.
Retha parted the drapes and stared down into the now-quiet front yard. At the end of the lane, the last of the three ambulances pulled out and sped away down the road. They hadn't even looked in the attic after Retha had assured them that only two of the killers were hiding out in the house.
"The kid or Steele probably killed Crow, before they even got here," the officer had said. "Wow, he was something else, that kid. Really blood-thirsty. Amazing, isn't it--two old pros like Steele and Crow being taken by a punk kid like Danny whatever-his-name was?" offered a second officer. Retha watched all but one of the remaining police cars pull out of the lane. Below, on the front porch, she could hear the last of the officers preparing to leave.
"She's some kind of woman, isn't she? I mean, to tackle that kid with nothing but a poker when he's got a gun and he'd already killed Ted Hastings and Steele?"
"Yeah, she's a brave girl. What about the stepmother?"
"Sad. Same... She's been like that for over a year, the Doc said. Nothing he can do for her. No need even to take her to a hospital."
"That's a shame."
"Yeah... Doc said she's alert in her head, but she'll never be able to walk or talk again." Retha watched them move off the porch and climb into their car. As they drove away, she turned and walked to the bed.
"Well, Beatrice," she said, her eyes glinting clearly and her mouth turning down into a strange smile, "here we are... just the two of us." She reached out and placed her hand on the woman's tit. She massaged it until the nipple became hard and rigid. Then she took it between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed. She could see the pain reflected in the woman's eyes, even though it was impossible for her to cry out.
"With all the money that was in the briefcase, Beatrice, we should be comfortable together for a long, long time... probably years." Retha raised her head suddenly. Her nose twitched, and she looked back down into Beatrice's face.
"Yes," she said, smiling, "I must do that. Next week, I'll clean out the attic."
