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 ï>¿Room with a View by Art Martin

   Chapter 26 - CHANGING FORTUNES

   Shelly gets a raise and Jake gets a surprise.  Lenny's fortunes change
with Millie's ass broken in, while David realizes that there is a solution
to his immediate financial problem.

   Waking with the morning sunrise, Shelly dreamily looked into the
mirrored canopy of the big luxurious bed.  Gazing at her reflection and the
reflection of the snoring man she'd slept with last night, she stretched
cat-like and shifted her position.  Unlike her own bed, the mattress felt
so soft yet firm at the same time and the 750-count Egyptian cotton sheets
felt like silk against her naked skin.  It was all so different from what
she was used to.  Looking out over the ornately furnished room, she
recalled that her grandmother had a marble-top vanity similar to the one in
this room.  Of course, she giggled inwardly, her grandmother didn't have a
bed like this where you could look up and watch yourself having sex.  She
smiled mischievously remembering the sight of the Governor's buttocks
rising and falling as they made love last night and wondered hopefully if
she would see that naughty sight again this morning.  She giggled to
herself again remembering when Chester had brought in that big blue pill
and left it by the bedside.  She asked him what it was and he told her. 
"Dat's Viagra Missy, ta make the Gov'nor hard for yo." "Are you going to
take it?" she eagerly asked the surprised Governor. He protested that he
was already worn out, but she insisted.  To his surprise and pride he had
it back up within a half hour.  That's when the fun really began.  For over
two hours he was hard, and for those two hours that hard slab of male-meat
was used and abused.  He finally had to beg for mercy and still had to push
her off. Shelly wondered if he would be playful when he woke, or would he
be too drained from the previous evening.  Slowly she stroked his bare
chest, playing with his light chest hair.  Slowly she worked her hand down
his tummy and eventually to his soft cock.  To her delight, the organ began
to swell and engorge. Speedy Hammons slowly came out of his deep sleep to
discover that the sweet dream he was having was no dream at all.  The
covers were indeed pulled back.  In the overhead mirrors he could see the
voluptuous blonde teen feasting on his dick, her head moving in crazy
patterns as she performed fellatio in a most sloppy manner.  Sloppy, as in
wet and playful, letting his organ noisily slip from her lips only to be
noisily sucked back in her mouth.  His balls were already coated and
dripping with excess saliva.  The whole blowjob was delightfully wicked.
Her sumptuous teen body was a sight to behold, but he was surprised that he
had it up after last night's marathon fuck.  It had been twenty years since
he'd had that much sex in one night.  As nice as the early morning blowjob
felt, that's not how he wanted to use his morning hard-on.  Not with this
sex-pot.  Even so, he wasn't about to tell her to stop either.  Shelly felt
his hand on her head and felt him stroking her hair as she sucked him.  He
was awake!  She looked up his torso and into his smiling eyes.  She let his
dick slip from her lips, only to recapture it and lewdly lave over the fat
bulbous head.  Then in a whisper, she heard the words she longed to hear...
"C'mon, baby, let's fuck." Again she let the hard cock slip from her mouth.
Crawling forward she positioned herself over him, aimed his wet and
drooling sex-spike at her eager cunt and lowered herself on him.  Shelly
closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling as the cock slipped up inside her. 
Having taken all of him into her as possible, she leaned forward to kiss
him, thrusting her tongue between his lips to dance and duel with his
lashing tongue.  Breaking the protracted kiss she rose up enough for him to
play with her bulging tits while she ground her hips into his groin.  His
hands left her tits and firmly grasped her hips.  He lifted her hips and
then drove her down on him.  Shelly let him guide her pace, but didn't make
him work at it either.  Soon the ornate room was filled with the slapping
sound of her shapely buttocks meeting his groin, as his hips trust upwards
to meet her downward moving hips.  Having established the pace, his hands
returned to maul her wildly gyrating tit flesh.

   *****

   With the rising sun, Julia too was awakened as Jake mounted her yet
again.  Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips and her heels dug
into his hairy buttocks, urging him on, unaware of the victorious
spermatozoa penetrating her egg. Across the hall, David heard the pounding
of the headboard against the wall.  'Christ, he's fucking her again,' he
said to himself.  He tried to move, but he was pushed up against the wall
as there wasn't that much room in his son's small bed for both him and the
big black buck he was sleeping with.  The musky body odor of his bed
partner made David's nostrils flare.  He felt the big man stirring and
rolling towards him, and then felt the man's huge organ nestling between
his between his buttocks.  The big cock pressed and humped while it
hardened and grew to a monstrous length that fully spanned the length of
his butt crack with room to spare at both ends. A large black hand gripped
David by the chest and he heard Horsefly whisper, "Da's fuckin' agin, white
boy.  Listen to yo 'ho wife and Massa Jake.  He be doin' her real good,
ain't he?' David nodded in agreement. "Yo likes Massa Jake doin' yo 'ho
wife?" Again David nodded. "Ah likes doin' her too, but shiiittt, all ah
gots is yo shinny ass!" Across the hall, both Jake and Julia heard David
cry out, "Oh, gawd!" "That black bastard's cornholing him again," Jake
whispered between thrusts into his whore's pussy. "I guess he likes it,"
replied Julia. "Yeah, guess they both do," he chuckled in reply.

   *****

   Next door, Luke woke to an empty bed.  "Where in the hell is Shelly?" he
asked the empty room.  Asking the question, he realized knew that he knew,
but at the same time he didn't know. "This is bullshit," he cursed.  "She
should've come home." After rolling out of the squeaky bed and getting
ready for work, Luke was confronted with preparing his own breakfast. 
Again he cursed the fact that his wife wasn't there to take care of him. 
He wasn't a stranger to a kitchen, having been the chief cook for his dad
and himself before he got married, so he rummaged around until he found a
skillet and cooked up a mess of eggs.  Out of practice, he scorched the
eggs, and event that added to his bad humor.

   *****

   Shelly had leaned back, supporting herself with her arms behind her
back. She watched herself in the mirrors overhead, watching how her full
tits bounced about as fucked the Governor, watching how her hips moved and
how as his cock moved in and out as she rose and fell on it.  The Governor
watched the young slut too.  It was obvious to him that she was enjoying
this as much if not more than he was and he was indeed enjoying it very
much.  "What a fantastic fuck," he muttered.  "Damn, that's it baby, do
that squeezing thing again...  Yeah, that's it.  What a fuck!  Yeah, baby,
fuck me...  Christ, I'm gonna blow!"

   *****

   Arriving at the railroad yard, Luke was taken aside by Jess Baker.  "I
had a talk with Big Mike late yesterday," the other gang boss began.  "Mike
told me how tight things are for ya, and I just want to tell ya that I
was...  uh...  out of line yesterday morning." Luke was surprised that
Baker was actually being contrite and apologizing to him. Baker smiled
unctuously and continued, "Just because you're whoring her out doesn't...
uh, give me the right to take advantage of ya.  I should've negotiated a
price for your wife's sweet ass instead of just throwing ya some money and
taking her..." Baker lewdly squeezed his groin and with a laugh added,
"That's a fine, fine fuck, ya got, boy.  Yes, siree.  Hell, that was the
best damned pussy I've had in years!  The way she squeezed my cock with her
cunt...  damn!  Ain't never had a fuck like that before!  Only complaint
was it was over too damned fast.  "I'll be straight with ya, kid, I gotta
get me some more of that pussy.  So here's what I propose...  Me and the
boys, we have a hankering to have a little party, and we want to invite
your little lady.  We'll pay ya.  Say, two hundred bucks for two hours with
her." Luke didn't know how to respond.  Sell her cunt, just like that?  Of
course, he'd been doing just that, but that was different somehow.  Or was
it?  Yes, it was different.  He'd only gone along with Jake's suggestions
because they desperately needed something and couldn't afford it.  This was
just for cold hard cash, like the thirty bucks he still had in pocket from
yesterday morning.  Two hundred bucks?  Two hours?  Hell, she'd been gone
since yesterday morning and he knew good and well it wasn't to go see her
mom and dad. "I gotta think about that," he found himself saying. "What's
there to think about, sonnyboy?" "That's my wife yer talking about." Baker
snorted, "She's a whore!  You whore her out.  So what's the problem?" "I
just gotta think about that...  talk to Shelly." "Fuck that!  We want her
ass again and we're gonna have it," growled Baker as he stuffed a wad of
bills in Luke's hand. "That's a down payment on her sweet ass.  Now you
just deliver her...  tonight...  at my place.  Ya get the rest of the money
tonight when ya deliver her." "I don't know..." "Don't even think of
crossing me, boy.  Cross me and I'll beat yer ass to a pulp," the bully
snarled.  "Then we'll just help ourselves to her whenever we want.  You got
it, boy?" Luke felt the knot in his stomach tighten.  He had no illusions
that Baker could and would beat him until he couldn't walk for weeks. 
'What the hell,' he thought, 'The slut will enjoy it.' "Uh, how many will
there be?" "What do you care?" "How many?" "Just my crew...  Four of us."
"That's all?" "Might invite a few others.  Not sure." "Okay.  Two hundred
for two hours with the four of ya.  Any extras and ya owe me fifty dollars
a head." "I'll have to think about that, sonny.  Just bring her ass over."
"Where?" "My place.  Here's the address.  Bring her ass over around nine.
That'll gives us a chance to get some cards in and get the boys worked up a
little, if ya know what I mean." "Nine it is," replied Luke shoving the
money into his pocket and sealing the deal. "Make sure she wearing some
sexy panties, a lacy bra and some slut shoes.  Ya know, something for a
strip show." "Okay." "One other thing.  We're gonna do her bareback, if
that's alright with ya.  In fact we're gonna do her bareback even if it
ain't alright with ya.  She on the pill, ain't she?" "Sure.  Whatever... 
What the fuck!" Luke then thought to himself, 'She likes it better that way
anyway.' "Hmmm, that's really too bad.  I'd love to knock up that one."

   *****

   The three men sat around the kitchen table while Julia hustled up
breakfast.  Hoss fidgeted nervously as he wasn't used to eating with white
folks, especially when he was the only one of the three men still
buck-naked.  Jake had told him he might as well stay native. "Now that's a
fine ass," remarked Jake nodding to Julia while she worked at the stove
wearing only an apron to protect against the splatter of hot grease. "Yas,
suh," replied Horsefly enjoying the callipygian display of her bare butt.
"Ah only thoughts dat nigger girls had asses like dat.  Mighty fine! 
Mighty fine!" "Hurry up there, woman," impatiently urged Jake.  "Me and
Hoss gotta get to work." "I'm hurrying as fast as I can," replied Julia
with a hint of irritation in her voice.  "If you want your bacon raw, I'll
serve it up now." "I like it cooked," replied Jake. "Then you'll just have
to wait until it's cooked!" she snapped. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!  But watch yer
tongue, bitch, or I'll have Hoss paddle yer ass raw!" The fight in her
dissolved instantly and Julia turned to plead, "I'm sorry, Jake.  I didn't
mean to be..." "Shut yer trap, woman and just get on with the damned
breakfast, will ya." Turning on the charm Jake quickly added, "Oh, I almost
forgot.  Seeing that ya ruined yer mattress, I took it upon myself to bring
ya a new one.  It's in the truck outside.  Hoss'll fetch it for ya before
we go.  We'll get rid of the old fer ya too." "That's kind of you, Jake. 
That old lumpy mattress is really starting to stink." "Yer welcome." Julia
served the men and started to sit down.  "No, not there," corrected Jake.
"Ditch that friggin' apron and go sit yer naked ass in Hoss' lap." Hoss
could hardly eat with the naked white lady sitting in his lap as his hands
were mostly busy feeling her up.  His boss on the the other hand was
enjoying the distressed look on Julia's face.  "Ya can't fuck her, Hoss,"
commented Jake as he wolfed down his food.  "Not without a rubber." "Yas,
suh," the big black replied dejectedly with the realization that Jake made
all the rules.  He would just have to be happy with feeling her up, and
what's wrong with two handfuls of bare tit?  Julia felt relief, she'd just
be molested by the Negro, and not fucked by him again.  It never occurred
to her that just two days ago she'd be screaming bloody murder being mauled
like this; this morning, it was a blessing. Keeping an eye on the breakfast
show being played out across the table for his amusement, Jake finished his
breakfast.  Ready to go.  He pushed his empty plate aside, and to
Horsefly's disappointment, his boss told him to go put his pants on and go
fetch the mattress and box springs. 'It ain't fair,' Horsefly thought to
himself.  'It ain't fair at all.' "Get yer black ass moving, boy," growled
his boss.  "We got work to do and can't spend all day playing with this
whore." "Can't ah least get ta kiss her?" "On the lips, on her tits or
between her legs?" "Tween her legs?" "Go fer it!" laughed Jake.  "We ain't
in too big a hurry!" Before she knew what was happening, Horsefly stood and
laid her on her back on the kitchen table and over the dirty dishes, her
legs suddenly spread apart by his powerful arms.  In disbelief she watched
the grinning black face descend to her defenseless sex. Hoss saw the
whitish ooze seeping from her red raw pussy and knew what it was.  He
didn't care, he was eating out a pretty white woman and that's all that
mattered.  When the thick lips and fat pink tongue made contact, Julia
squealed.  It was all so wicked, but it also felt oh, so good.  It only
took a minute before she was humping his face as he lapped and scoured her
cunt.  She found herself gripping his ears and pulling his black face into
her tighter as her hips moved in rapid motion. David watched in utter
disbelief, as Julia was obviously enjoying the oral assault on her cunt,
and by a black man no less.  "Feels so good!  So good!  So good!" she cried
over and over while her arms were moving across the table, raking dirty
dishes and food onto the floor as she ground her cunt into Horsefly's face.
"Don't stop!  Don't stop!  Ahhh!  Ahhh!  Ahhh!  Gaaaaawwwwwdddd!  Suck my
cunt!  Yessss, suck my cunt, you bastard!  Ahhhhhh!!!!" Suddenly Horsefly
bolted upright, his dark face shinning with girlie goo, his eyes blazing as
if possessed by a demon.  Before Jake could stop him, he plunged his bare
black cock into Julia's primary fuck orifice.  Julia shrieked, "Yessss!"
and then began to uncontrollably trash about in orgasm.  As Horsefly
assaulted her pussy, his boss could plainly see that he was quite beyond
reason.  Jake wisely declined to interfere with the big buck as he fucked
the hapless woman, instead he took a different tact to regain control of
the situation.  "Fuck her, nigger!  Fuck her!" he shouted in encouragement.
"Fuck her white pussy hard!  Hard, I said!  Fuck her hard!" Hearing his
bosses encouraging words, Horsefly did just that.  "Fuck her good, boy! 
Fuck her good!  Fuck her hard, but don't cum in her Hoss.  Don't cum in
her. Pull out when yer creaming, Hoss.  Pull out when ya cum boy, and I'll
let ya fuck again someday." Horsefly heard his boss' voice as if where
miles away.  Still the message came through loud and clear, 'Pull out when
ya cum, pull out when ya cum.' He felt his testicles boiling and the
overwhelming urge to cum building toward the precipice.  "Ahm a gonna cum,
boss!  Ahm a gonna cum!" he yelled towards the ceiling. "Pull out when ya
cum, Hoss!  Pull out when ya cum!" "Fuuuckkhhh!!!!!" hollered Hoss.  With
Herculean effort, he pulled his huge dong from the trashing woman and began
spewing his voluminous seed all across her tits, into her face and across
her tummy. The shear volume of ejaculate squirting all over his abused wife
staggered David.  Then he recalled what he'd felt when the big black had
hosed down his bowls earlier, it wasn't his imagination, it really was a
hosing, like getting a sperm enema. With the incredible display of virility
over, Hoss sort of slumped back, exhausted by his efforts.  When he finally
recovered enough to look up, he saw Jake glaring at him.  "Ya didn't cum in
her cunt, did ya?" his boss growled. "No, suh!  No, suh!  Ah did likes yo
tolds me, boss." "No, ya didn't.  I told ya not to fuck her without a
rubber!  If ya put some worthless pickaninny in her belly, I swear, I'll
have the Sherriff's boys take ya out in woods and cut off yer black balls!"
"Ah, pulled out!  Ah, pulled out, Massa Jake, like ya tolds me!  Ah, pulled
out!" "Shit, fuck!!!  Well, what's done's done's, damn you.  Only time will
tell.  Now go get yer god damned pants on and fetch that new mattress from
the truck!" Hoss made for the door, eager to escape Jake's wrath.  "Take
the old one out with ya, Hoss, an' save yerself a trip!" shouted Jake at
his scurrying helper. Ignoring the fucked out woman still sprawled across
the kitchen and her wimpy husband, Jake made his way outside to retrieve
the paperwork for the new mattress.  On his way back in he met Hoss
halfway, carrying the old ruined mattress like it was nothing at all.
"Where's yer shirt, Hoss?" "Ah don'ts know." "Where's yer shoes?" "Ah
don'ts know, boss." "How'd ya find yer pants?" "Ah don'ts know, boss."
"Well, I suppose yer friggin' shirt and shoes are where ya found yer god
damned pants!  Personally I don't give a shit, but folks 'round here see a
half naked nigger like you running around, they're likely to call the
Sherriff." Jake made it back inside the Jenkins home, finding Julia, still
naked on all fours, cleaning up the mess of the kitchen floor.  "Where's
yer husband?" "I really don't care," replied Julia. "Don't give me no lip,
woman!  I need yer worthless husband, now where is he!" "I'm sorry, baby. I
didn't mean to..." "Fer Christ's sakes, where is he?" "He said he had to go
to the bathroom." Jake found him in the downstairs bathroom, sitting on the
toilet, emanating loud, wet farting sounds.  "Here ya go, weasel.  Sign
here!" "What's this?" "Invoice for yer new mattress." "I didn't..." "Sign
it!" Without further argument, David took the invoice and examined it. 
"Fifteen hundred dollars!" he exclaimed in shock. "The very best and worth
every penny of it," replied Jake. "I can't afford..." "Sure ya can.  Ya can
finance it through Stringer and Sons." "At that interest rate?" "Hey, ya
being a neighbor and buddy and all, it's the least I can do." "Don't you
have something cheaper?" "Sure, but the way I see it, from now on me and
yer wife are gonna be fucking a lot on that mattress and she deserves the
best.  Now sign it!" "But I don't have..." "Sign it!  I ain't got all day
dealing with the likes of you, so sign it!" Jake waited for a reply and
when none was forthcoming, he reached forward with the speed of a snake
striking his pry and grabbed David by the balls.  "Sign it or I'll rip yer
balls off!" Wincing in pain, David scribbled his signature across the
invoice. "Ya wanna finance it?" David nodded his assent. "Then date it and
sign there and there." Having signed, to his relief David felt the iron
grip on his testicles lessen. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Having
completed his business, Jake turned away, leaving David to complete
evacuating his bowls and with a bad case of aching balls.

   *****

   As the work truck pulled out of the gravel parking lot of the railroad
maintenance depot, Lenny sighed with relief that Big Mike hadn't
clandestinely secreted his wife in the back for the entertainment of the
troops today.  Yesterday had been rough.  He could hardly concentrate on
his job hearing her squealing all day with abandon.  At least Big Mike
didn't cornhole her like he had threatened. Nervously he glanced to his
right where Luke was riding looking out the window.  'Fuck him,' snorted
Lenny silently.  'He started all this by bring out that whore wife of his.'
His attention was drawn up front where Mike and Rodger were having a good
laugh over some stupid joke.  'Why do I have to be stuck in the back here
with Luke?' he fretted.  'I have seniority over Roger.' He considered
complaining to Big Mike, but then thought better of it.'No sense in getting
Asshole in a bad mood.  When he does, he always takes it out on me,' he
grumbled to himself just as Mike took an unexpected turn. 'Where in the
fuck is Asshole going?' he thought. Big Mike turned down one street then
another, streets very familiar to Lenny.  He began to get an uneasy
feeling. "Hey, Mike..." "Shut up, Lenny," came the immediate reply. "Shit!
What are you doing, man?" the underling exclaimed as the truck pulled to a
stop in front of his home. Mike came to a complete stop and put the
Suburban in park and turned off the ignition.  Turning around in his seat,
Mike replied, "Picking up, Millie, of course." "Oh, come on, Mike! 
Yesterday was enough!" "Your little lady had a good time yesterday, Lenny;
a mighty good time.  Besides, how is she going to have a kid if she doesn't
work at it?" "Mike...  please!" Lenny's plea fell upon deaf ears as Mike
was already out of the truck and walking up the sidewalk to the front door.
He was halfway there when she came out the door, carrying a picnic basket.
"Hi, ya, sweetheart," Mike greeted.  Lenny nearly lost it when he saw Mike
take Millie in his arms and kiss her, with one hand groping her butt and
the other on her tit and all right out in front of neighbors.  "Good girl,"
Mike whispered when he confirmed that she wasn't wearing either a bra or
panties under her cotton sundress.  Millie blushed as she just wasn't
completely comfortable with all this, but when Mike telephoned earlier this
morning and had insisted, well... Mike escorted her to the truck and opened
the rear door where Luke was sitting. "Luke, upfront!" "Rodger, you drive,"
came the simple orders. Luke unhesitatingly moved up front as Rodger slid
over take over as driver.  Mike handed Luke the picnic basket and directed
Millie to get in the back, sandwiched between himself and her husband. 
Once the back door was securely shut, Mike told Rodger to get going. As the
truck pulled away from the curb, Mike told her, "Loose the dress." "Mike,
someone will see me." "Loose the dress or next time you're ass will be
naked before ya ever get in the truck.  C'mere, let me give ya hand." Lenny
was speechless as Mike helped Millie out her dress.  Sitting naked, save
her sneakers, between her husband and Mike, Millie blushed and tried to
cover her nakedness from Luke's grinning stare. "Put your hands down,
baby," admonished Mike gently.  "You've got nothing to be a ashamed of. 
You've got nice tits, very nice tits and ya shouldn't hide 'em.  I've told
ya that.  Yeah, I love your tits, Millie," he said while taking liberties.
"Lenny's a very lucky man to have a wife with such nice tits, eh Lenny?"
"Now yesterday we had a little problem.  Lenny was too distracted all
damned day to get anything done.  We can't let that happen again, or we
won't be able to do this again.  Poor guy was just dying, beating his meat
all day, so today we're gonna do things different.  I want ya to give yer
husband a blowjob on our way out to the work site.  That way he'll be able
to get to work and not just lurk around gawking all day. "Go on...  suck
his dick, Millie.  Suck him 'til he blows his load." Millie blinked at the
outrageous demand.  She looked to Lenny and back to Big Mike and then back
to her husband. "Get yer dick out, Lenny.  She can't suck ya off if she
can't get to yer dick.  C'mon, get it out!" Lenny fumbled with his zipper
and then fished his cock out. "See that, Millie.  He's hard just thinking
about it.  Now, hop to it girl and do yer man right." Millie leaned over
and took her husband's cock into her mouth. Watching the lewd scene, Luke
thought to himself, 'She's as dumb as Shelly.  Maybe dumber, if that's
possible.' He watched as her head bobbed up and down Lenny's cock and he
watched as Mike felt her up her bottom, running his hand up and down her
ass cleft.  Luke noticed that she made no protest when Mike's hand settled
in for some anal play. Mike toyed with her for a moment and judged her to
be as compliant as he thought she'd be.  His hand left her deep valley and
fished something out of his shirt pocket.  Both Lenny and Luke watched with
varying degrees of excitement as Mike squirted a glob of KY jelly on his
fingers.  With his free hand he spread her ass cheeks apart so that his
greased fingers had unfettered access to their target. Millie's head popped
up as she felt her anus being penetrated.  "Oh, gawd!" she exclaimed. 
"What are you doing, Mike?" "Playing with your ass," was the direct reply.
"Now get back to sucking cock, and I'll tend to your other assets." "Mike!
Oh, shit!" "Get to sucking!" "That's so dirty," she gasped between taking a
quick suck of her husband's cockhead. "Time ya got another lesson in the
sexual habits of sailors.  Now just do what yer told and take care of
Lenny, while I take care of you." "Oh, shit," came the whimpering reply
muffled by the cock in her mouth.  Over the roar of road noise, the
smacking sounds of Lenny's wife being finger fucked in the ass filled the
cab.  Millie shifted position, hiking her butt in the air to give Mike
total access to her anus.  It was more than Lenny could take and he gasped
as he felt the first surge of semen rushing down his cock tube and into his
wife's mouth.  Like the pro she was quickly becoming, Millie swallowed with
each and every pulse, catching some on her tongue to judge it's watery
consistency.  She had sucked cum from all four men so often now, that she
could almost distinguish who was who just by the viscosity and taste of
their semantic discharge.  The watery consistency of Lenny's
sperm-deficient cum was unlike any of the other guys, who all tended to
yield full-bodied semen that was not at all unpleasant.  Even after Lenny
had cum and his cock shriveled in her mouth, she stayed in position,
sucking his limp noodle while enjoying the fingering she was getting from
Big Mike.  By the time the work truck bounced down the embankment and
lurched to a stop at the work site, Mike had her opened up enough to worm
three fingers up her backside entry. Mike abruptly removed his fingers and
gave Millie a sharp stinging slap on the butt.  "Time for work," the boss
announced to no one in particular.  "Get yer asses moving, boys. "You too,
Millie." The crew piled out and Big Mike began barking quick orders as he
stripped off his shirt.  "Lenny!  Rodger!  Get a pick and shovel and get up
on the tracks.  Luke, you fuck her first.  Take your time, but don't take
all day.  Rodger, you get sloppy seconds and I'll be the caboose.  C'mon
guys, let's give the lady what she wants and give the railroad an honest
day's work too."

   *****

   Shelly sat up in the bed with her back supported by several pillows. 
She only had the sheet covering her legs and lap, exposing her large
perfect breasts to the appreciative eyes of Chester as the black butler
served her and the Governor breakfast in bed. "Yo shore is purdy, Miss
Shelly," the butler commented.  "Dem's fine jugs yo gots.  Mighty fine
jugs! Best jugs ah ever sees." Shelly blushed at the comments and resisted
the urge to cover up.  The Governor wanted her exposed like this and what
the Governor wanted she would give him.  Speedy Hammonds opened a stick of
honey, placed a drop on his finger and rubbed it into her nipple.  "Would
you like a taste of honey, Chester?" he asked the butler. The old black man
beamed.  "Yes suh!  Ah sho' do at dat." "Help yourself." The ancient Negro
smiled broadly at the pretty whore and lowered his thick lips to her
honey-coated teat.  Hammond watched the slut carefully, noting how she
never objected and how she seemed to enjoy the pink tongue and fat black
lips.  Chester stayed on her nip laving and tormenting it for a good five
minutes.  When he pulled away, it was quite noticeably engorged and larger
than it's twin.  He looked to the Governor and said, "Thank yo, suh!  Thank
yo!" "Thank the young lady," came the easy reply. "Thank yo, Ma'am!  Thank
ya!  Yo sho' gots some nice uns." Blinking her blue eyes rapidly, Shelly
replied, "Your welcome," a response that got the Governor chuckling.
"What's so funny?" she asked sincerely. "You are priceless, Shelly. 
Priceless!  Is there anything I asked that you would say 'no' to?" "Not if
you asked," she said with a demure smile. "I believe you," he replied with
a shake of his head.

   *****

   It was late mid-morning when Chester dropped the Governor and the
Judge's special assistant off at the courthouse.  The Bailiff immediately
announced their arrival and escorted them into Judge Mecom's chambers.
"Good morning, Speedy," greeted the ebullient judge.  "I trust you got a
good night's rest?" "I don't know about the rest part, but it was a good
night, a damned good night." "Did my assistant take care of your needs?"
"Did she!  She's fabulous, Horace, absolutely fabulous!" "Excellent! 
Excellent!  Any complaints?" "Only that my balls ache," laughed the
governor.  "But I'll be better by the time I return to the capitol." He
looked about the room expecting to see his personal assistant, but he was
conspicuously absent.  He checked his watch and asked, "Is my assistant
anywhere about?  We need to get going." "I sent him over to get a haircut,"
answered the Judge.  "He should be back any minute.  I told the girls to
give him the deluxe job, but not to over do it.  I'll send Chester over to
fetch him right away." The judge then turned to Shelly.  "My dear, if you
will excuse us.  The Governor and I have a few things to discuss before he
departs." "Okay," Shelly replied batting her baby blues.  She turned and
walked away as both men watched her butt flex.  As soon as the door closed
behind her, the judge exclaimed, "That girl gives me a hard-on every time I
lay eyes on her." "She damned near killed me last night," remarked the
Governor in mock seriousness.  "I can just see the headlines, 'Governor
fucked to death'.  Christ, what a fine fuck that girl is!" Shelly heard the
muted laughter behind the closed door, but thought nothing of it.  The
Bailiff looked at her expectantly.  "The judge told me to wait out here, I
think." The Bailiff pointed towards a closed door.  "Would you care to wait
in there?" Shelly regarded the door.  She'd been in there several times now
and the result was always the same.  Shelly struck a come-hither pose, with
one leg extended, her head tilted to one side and her hand on her hip.  She
looked at the door and then back at the Bailiff.  "Will this count towards
my Public Service time?" "Of course, Babydoll," replied the Bailiff
smoothly while laughing to himself at the bimbo slut's unbounded naivety.
"I'll personally make sure that you receive proper credit." Breaking out in
a radiant smile, Shelly strode to the door with the eager Bailiff following
right behind.

   *****

   Lenny kept his head down and kept his attention on the task at hand of
digging out and replacing rotted crossties.  It was hard work and it was
hot, so that he and the other men were soaked and dripping with sweat, a
not at all uncommon state in this line of work.  One small blessing was the
slight breeze that made it almost bearable.  He was thankful of another
blessing of the breeze bestowed upon him, it carried away the sounds of the
rutting taking place just down the embankment, so he didn't have to be
constantly reminded what a total slut his wife, Millie, had become.  She
was enjoying it all too much.  Even so, it was still much better than
yesterday when had to endure the sounds and sights of the daylong gang
fucking of his overly enthusiastic wife.  Another plus for today was the
blowjob she gave him on the way to the worksite and the fact that Big Mike
was being decent towards him.  He looked up at the sound of Rodger's voice
calling out, "Hey, boss!" as he climbed the embankment after doing his part
in the group's effort to knock up Millie.  "The cunt's pussy's running hot
and she'll all yours, Mike!" Big Mike set down the pick he was wielding and
wiped his brow with his bare arm.  "Roger, c'mere for a minute." Lenny
strained to hear what was being said but couldn't make out anything that
was being said.  The private conversation ended and Big Mike approached
Lenny.  Slapping him on the back in a friendly manner, Mike said, "You've
been doing real good today, Lenny, real good.  No pissing and moaning, and
no slacker bullshit either.  Tell ya what, at lunch you can do her too;
hell, it sure won't hurt anything, and it would be well worth it to
maintain your positive attitude." "Uh, thanks, Mike," Lenny replied
cautiously.  Mike sniffed the air.  "I smell pussy," he remarked adjusting
his crotch, "sweet, sweet pussy and I've got a hankering to use my cock."
Condescendingly, Mike patted Lenny on the back again and then headed down
the embankment to satisfy his needs. Sprawled naked out on a blanket in the
shade, Millie waited for the next cock of the morning.  The fact that it
would be Big Mike sent a shiver of expectation through her.  The shirtless
sweating man came ever closer.  She glanced past him momentarily and saw
her husband standing idle and watching them, and then her gaze returned to
the man who had promised and actively sought to give the one thing she
wanted more than anything else, a baby.  A baby to hold and to love, a baby
to suckle at her breasts, a baby to fulfill her as a woman and a baby to
make her a complete woman. Mike stopped at the edge of the blanket and
smiling down at the woman, began unbuckling his pants.  He took his time
disrobing, studying Millie's sweat covered tits and her lewdly displayed
hairy cunt; a cunt that was swollen and oozing sperm that ran down her ass
crack.  As Mike's buttocks came into view, Lenny put his head down and
turned his attention back to his work.  A shadow crossed his own shadow and
stopped.  Looking up he saw Rodger. "Boss wants you to watch, Lenny."
"Why?" "You'll see.  He said for you to take a break and watch." Lenny
straightened up and resting on the shovel had been wielding, looked over to
where he knew his wife was.  She was on all fours, head down on the
blanket, ass high in the air.  She was spreading open her ass checks.
Millie whimpered as she prepared to be anally debauched for the first time
in her life, trusting that it was true when Mike told her, "It'll be a
little uncomfortable for a moment, Millie, but then it start to feel real
good.  You're gonna love it, baby." At the feel of the cold lube being
worked into her hole, she jumped slightly.  As Mike's fingers penetrated
her anus for the second time this morning, she tried her best to relax,
just as Mike instructed her.  She expected Mike to finger her butt for a
long time, just like he did during this morning's ride out to the worksite,
but he didn't.  Next she felt something the size of a plum, snuggle into
her greased hole.  "Oh, god," she whispered as the pressure against her
anus increased.  "Oh, god...  Oh, god...  Oh god..." Her eyes went wide as
her anus opened and Mike's cock head popped inside her.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she
groaned. "There, there, there, baby.  The worst is over.  Now that wasn't
so bad, was it?" Millie shook her head in agreement and grunted as the cock
pushed up inside her. Mike was surprised that she didn't cry out from the
shock of the initial penetration.  Of course he wasn't that deep, not yet,
but still in his experience, his big cock took some getting used to.  Mike
noted that she was panting, but she didn't seem to be in any pain.  The she
surprised him again, by pushing her ass back and driving his cock into her
gut another inch. "You okay, baby?" he asked. "It just feels kinda funny,"
she whispered.  "God, I can feel every vein and...  deeper, Mike, deeper...
Ughn!" "Oh yeah, I think you're a natural...  you're really gonna love
this, baby...  Ready?" She nodded uttering, "Uh, huh," and then her breath
was taken away as Mike shoved his big cock all the way up inside her rectal
passage.  Mike paused, allowing her to catch her breath and stretch to
fully accommodate him.  Up on the embankment Rodger quipped, "Guess he's up
her ass." Lenny heard the remark and knew it was true.  Mike was up his
Millie's ass.  Standing motionless, Lenny's stare was transfixed on the
motionless joined couple.  After a moment, he saw Mike's hips begin to
move, sodomizing his wife.

   *****

   Entering the small side office, Shelly turned and leaned back on the
desk as the Bailiff closed the door, locking it behind him.  With the
deputy's eyes roving up and down her voluptuous body, Shelly arched her
shoulders to emphasize her large tits.  As she did, the lone button holding
the straining white silk top together, popped open.  Even knowing what a
wanton slut she was, the immodest sexual display took the older man's
breath away. Inwardly, Shelly was amused at the man's reaction to the
sudden display of her bare breasts.  With a coquettish smile on her sultry
lips, she watched as he took the few steps to bring him nearer to her. "You
wearing any panties, honey?" he asked as he tugged upward on the helm of
her skirt. "No, I see that you're not," he observed as he exposed her
shaven pussy.  With his free hand, he tested between her legs and found her
found her to be very wet and still leaking cum from her last and very
recent encounter with Governor Speedy Hammonds. "You've just been fucked,"
he declared with a certainty. "You know, I don't think the Judge will mind,
but if he does, well, he won't be able to tell..." The Bailiff took a half
step away from her.  In a flash his trousers were down to his knees and his
hard pecker was free and ready for some action.  He took the half step back
towards her and as he did, Shelly parted her legs to receive him.  Moaning
her approval, Shelly threw back her head as he abruptly thrust upward and
entered her. "I just love getting fucked," she whispered as the man pumped
into her while slobbering all over her tits.

   *****

   Alone in his bookstore, David fretted about how he was going to be able
to pay for the new mattress that had been foisted upon him that morning. 
"I can't afford that," he said in self-pity.  "I don't have that kind of
money." As he struggled to cope with this new and unexpected burden, his
eyes caught sight of the DVD that Pastor Brown had given him yesterday. 
Suddenly, his finances didn't seem so hopeless after all.

   *****

   Shelly was urging, "Fuck me!  Fuck me, Fuck me!" when the Bailiff began
jerking, ejaculating into Shelly's cunt.  His stiff rod quickly became
flaccid and literally fell out her sopping fuck hole.  With his heart still
racing and his breath coming in ragged gasps, he unceremoniously pulled up
his pants and tucked himself away, leaving Shelly still hanging on the
edge. "I didn't cum," she desperately whimpered.  "Next time, honey.  Next
time," came the empty insincere reply. Having gotten himself squared away,
he grabbed a handful of brown paper towels from the stack he had brought in
this morning and handed them to Shelly.  "Here!  Clean yourself up, slut."
The bailiff smirked as the half naked slut dabbled at the creamy moisture
smeared along the inside of her thighs.  "Don't you have something better
than this?" she asked, glancing up just in time to see him slipping through
the door.  Having no other choice, she set about cleaning herself up with
the rough industrial-strength paper towels from the men's room. Closing the
door to the small office behind him, the Bailiff saw the Governor's aide
striding towards him with his new haircut, and with a look of satisfaction
spread across his face. "The Governor's inside waiting for you," informed
the Bailiff. The blissful glow faded from the aide's face.  "How long has
he been waiting?" "Not long.  He's in chatting with Judge Mecom.  I was
told the moment you arrived to see you in." The Bailiff then entered the
Judge's chambers and announced the aide's arrival. After no more than five
minutes, the Governor emerged with his aide in tow.  The Judge instructed
the Bailiff to call Chester and have him bring the car around.  Once the
Governor was on his way, the Judge asked, "Where's my new assistant?"
"Assistant?" "Yes, the girl that was just here.  You know the one." "Oh! 
Her!  She's waiting in that office," replied the Bailiff. "Very well, send
her in." The Bailiff popped his head through the office door and said,
"Judge wants to see you." Having done as best as she could with the mess
between her legs, Shelly buttoned her blouse and was about to ask, "How do
I look?" but the Bailiff was already gone.  She looked about for a mirror
to check her hair, but couldn't find one in the office.  The Bailiff popped
his head though the door again and barked, "The Judge is waiting!  Get a
move on it!" A moment later, Shelly found herself standing before the
Judge, flustered by being rushed and the sensation that something was
running down her leg. The Judge looked up from his desk and beamed, "Come
closer my dear!" As Shelly took the first step forward, the Judge gushed,
"You did an excellent job last evening entertaining the Governor.  Most
excellent!  Thanks to you, we will be getting that highway bypass project
moved up the list!  Excellent job, my dear!  Excellent job!" Shelly was
pleased that she had done so well, but she had no idea what highway bypass
project the Judge was referring to. "He was so taken by your charms, my
dear," the judge continued, "that he wants you to come up to the capitol
next week." Shelly frowned saying, "I don't have any way to get to the
capitol.  Luke's old truck..." The Judge laughed, "Don't worry about any of
that.  Tell you what, how about if we get you a new car?  Something sexy
and reliable, and while we're at it, you have earned a raise! "A raise?"
"Yes, an extra hundred dollars a week." Shelly beamed a broad smile at the
good news.  The Judge continued, "The Governor and I have decided to put
you on a special project." "What kind of special project?" "As a campaign
liaison for both his and my reelection committees.  There are any number of
well-heeled businessmen around these parts that we need to bring to our
side, and you're just the one to do that." "At lunch today, we are going to
meet with Dale Adams, President of the First National Bank." "I met him,"
gushed Shelly, "when I was having my hair done." "Excellent!  That should
help things along I should think.  Dale and I go way back," explained the
Judge, "but he can be difficult at times and I need you to work your magic
with him.  Can you do that for me?" "Sure...  I mean, yes, your honor, I
can do that," she replied with confidence.  She wrinkled her brow and
asked, "What is it you want me to do?" "Why screw him of course!  Screw him
until he's cross-eyed and his nuts ache.  I want you to give him the best
fuck he's had in years.  When it's over, I want him falling all over
himself to have another go at you." "I had a dress sent over from Maxim's,"
he said holding up a flimsy red sequined number.  "I wasn't sure what size
you are so I had them send over several, so why don't you step out of those
clothes and we'll try them on." Excited by the prospect of nice new
clothes, Shelly quickly stripped off the outfit she'd been wearing since
yesterday.  Immediately the Judge noticed that the insides of her thighs
were glistening.  "My, my, my," he chuckled while running his fingers
across her dampness.  "The Governor did indeed have a good time with you.
You know, before we accidently soil one of these new dresses, I think that
maybe you should shower and freshen up." The Judge licked his fingers and
glanced at his watch.  "You know, we have little time before lunch, my
dear. Why don't you come over here...  Come and lie across my desk."
Shelly, feeling naughty, slithered nude, save for her come-fuck-me shoes,
halfway onto the judge's desk like a cat sneaking up on its prey while
locking her eyes with his. He stepped around his desk, nostrils flaring and
ran his hand across smooth moons of her shapely ass.  Throatily he
murmured, "Hmmm, I swear, I don't what part of you is the most delicious."
She felt his hands spreading her cheeks apart, and then felt a finger
rubbing lubricant into her anus.  Then something bigger was pressing
against her ass.  Bracing herself, she relaxed as best she could.  It came
as no surprise when the Judge's cock slid inside her ass.  "You know, I
think I love your ass the best," he added huskily as he thrust deep into
her.  "Yes, you have a wonderful ass, my dear....  A most wonderful ass."
The Judge's chambers filled with the thudding sounds of sodomy, of soft
teen buttocks meeting middle-aged paunch.  The Judge set up a steady pace
of sliding in and out of his whore's sweet ass.  He wasn't rough or brutal
in anyway, just perfunctory in his thrusting with the sole goal of getting
his rocks off, a process that took less than three minutes.  She felt a
slight throbbing and then felt her rectal passage becoming extra slippery.
His cock softened and then fell from her ass.  His hands remained holding
her hips as he basked in his post-orgasmic glow as Shelly felt a renewed
trickling down her thigh. A hand left her hip and she felt, rather than
saw, the Judge reaching for the intercom.  "Bailiff, will you step inside
for a moment?" "Yes, Judge," came the crackling reply.  Immediately the
Bailiff entered the chambers just in time to see the Judge zipping up
behind the naked prostrate girl who was still bent over the desk. "We have
a luncheon appointment.  Take her down to the showers, so she can get
freshened up.  Have her back here no later than 11:30." "Yes, sir," the
deputy replied.  "Come on, sweetheart, you heard the man," he said as he
lifted her upright by the arm.  Clad only in her high heels, Shelly was led
out a back door and into a hallway.  "My clothes.  I need my clothes," she
protested as she was led through yet another door.  "What for?" replied the
deputy.  "You're going for a shower, not a reception." After several doors
and various hallways, she found herself in a brightly lit vestibule that
had bars at one end.  On the other side was an overweight jailer who
regarded Shelly with great deal of interest.  His beady eyes crawled all
over the naked girl who was now keenly aware of not only her nakedness, but
her vulnerability too. "Take this whore and give her a shower," said the
bailiff to the jailer.  The jailer disappeared behind a partition and
moments later to a great clanking noise the bars began sliding to one side
to permit entry.  The jailer reappeared. "Judge Mecom wants her back for
11:30 and cleaned up.  You can have a little fun with her, but don't mess
up her hair or her manicure, or there'll be hell to pay." The swarthy
jailer nodded that he understood and with another nod of his head,
indicated that she was to enter. Timidly, Shelly stepped forward.  At the
threshold she turned back to the Bailiff who was hanging back.  "Aren't you
coming with me?" she asked hopefully. "I'm not your babysitter, doll. 
Look, don't worry about a thing.  Nothing's going to happen in there that
hasn't happened to you already this morning. "Now I've got to get back. 
I'll fetch you in forty minutes." Walking in front of the jailer and
entering the block of jail cells, the hoots and whistles quickly became a
thunderous din in the close confines.  Prisoners pressed against the bars
to get a look at the heavenly female form being paraded before them.  Cat
calls of, "Look at those tits!", "Look at that ass!", "Hey, baby, wanna
fuck?", and "How about a blowjob, baby?" echoed from the walls.  As Shelly
proceeded down the gauntlet, she nervously glanced from side to side. 
She'd never been in a place like this before, and it was frightening. 
Suddenly from behind, she was spun around and pushed up against a jail
cell. Hands reaching through the bars immediately grabbed her arms and then
her breasts, holding her fast and facing away from the cell.  The jailer
grinned evilly and began unfastening his pants. "Pigface's gonna do her! 
Pigface is gonna do her!" came a shout from across the walkway.  The
thunderous din became even louder as the prisoners shouted their
encouragement.  "Fuck her, Pigface!m Fuck her!" went up the cry. The jailer
took his time, removing not only his pants, but his shoes and shirt as
well, until he stood before her as naked as she was.  He kicked at her
ankles and as she spread, more hands came through the bars to grasp her
ankles. Shelly shuddered as the hog-jowled man licked his fat lips before
helping himself to two handfuls of prime tit meat, replacing the hands that
had already mauled her, his sweaty, acrid body aroma filling her nostrils.
A hand that had been molesting her tits now found its way between her legs.
Shelly gasped as the wandering fingers roughly penetrated her, driving into
her vagina and mashing her clit.  Shouts of "Fuck her, Pigface!  Fuck her!"
filled her ears. Roughly sucking her tit, the jailer began rutting up
against her.  She felt the hand that had been finger fucking her disappear
and then reappear, this time guiding the jailer's uncut cock to the
entrance of her honey hole.  Thrusting upward, her attacker's belly pressed
against her and his cock entered her.  As he rutted, his bubberous layers
jiggled and shook.  With some relief, Shelly felt the growing wetness in
her cunt and knew the very moment that he had finished.  Having spent his
seed, the jailer abruptly pulled away and roughly yanked her from the grip
of the men holding her.  There was a clanking noise behind her and then she
was shoved into the cell.  Immediately hands were all over her, spreading
her open and holding her down as the first prisoner positioned himself to
use her.  In quick succession, the four men occupying the cell each fucked
her, their level of excitement of having a girl to use insured that none of
them lasted more than a few minutes. Abruptly she was yanked up and led to
the other side of the cellblock where a line of stiff cocks were out and
pressed out through the bars.  As the prisoners wanked and waited
hopefully, Shelly was forced to lie down on the bare concrete floor with
her side pressed against the bars.  Again hands groped her big breasts
through the bars and groped between her cum slickened legs and into her
sopping sex.  Looking up, she saw a thick gout of ejaculate issue from a
jacking cock, the trajectory carrying it to splash across her heaving tits.
Quickly the jailer placed his shirt over her coiffure so that her hair
didn't get gooey.  Another gout from a second wanking prisoner flew through
the air and landed on her belly.  Soon she was literally being rained upon
as the masturbating men got off, taking hits all across her body and in her
face while hands smeared the slime into her skin and worked it into her
freshly fucked cunt.  The cum-fest over, the jailer pulled her to her feet
and frog marched her into the open shower at the end of the cellblock
walkway.  With her eyes watering and stinging from cum, she struggled to
remove her high heels.  She didn't know where the jailer came up with the
shower cap, only that it was roughly pulled over her hair while a fat
finger was shoved up her anus.  The shock of the cold water cleared her
mind and she found herself being roughly soaped down by the jailer, who
lavished attention on her tits, her ass and then her cunt, as the shouts
from the cellblock continued.  As his fat fingers alternately plunged in
and out of her cunt and bunghole, washing away the residue of sex, Shelly
began to shudder as a climatic wave swept over her.  She had needed to cum
ever since the Bailiff took her in the side office and now she was getting
the relief that she craved. Having completed his duty, the jailer frog
marched her dripping wet down the walkway again, parading her wet naked
body to the hooting hoard.  At the barred entry way into the cellblock they
stopped.  Glancing over at the clock, he saw he had at least five minutes
before the bailiff arrived.  "Get down on your knees, whore," came the
gravelly growling command.  It was the first words she'd heard the jailer
mutter.  "Now suck me." Shelly grasped the offered cock and licked around
the uncut head.  "I said suck it!" was the response she got along with a
slap to the back of her head.  Shelly worked the cock diligently.  She
didn't want the brutish man to slap or hit her again.  She was working
away, giving him the best blowjob she could offer when she heard the
Bailiff's voice. "I ain't done," replied the jailer in a rasping tone. 
"Just a minute.  I'm getting' close.  Yeah, Missy, suck my dick.  Mmmm, you
do suck cock good...  Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh!  Ahhhhhh!  Ahhhh!" Shelly was
expecting a flood from the pulsating cock, but only received an acrid
tasting trickle as the man's nuts hadn't time to fully replenish. Pulling
his spent cock from her mouth, the jailer went behind the partition and
bars began to open.  "Get up," ordered the Bailiff.  "C'mon, get your ass
up off the floor.  You're gonna be late." Shelly rose to her feet and
carrying her shoes in her hand, was led back through the maze of doors and
hallways until she standing once again in the Judge's chambers.

   *****

   "You certainly look refreshed, my dear," said the judge jovially as he
took in her naked splendor. Thrusting out a slinky red dress.  The judge
ordered, "Here try this on." Shelly slipped the tiny dress over her head
and pulled it into position.  Two sizes too small, the glittering red
fabric had a lot of give to it and molded onto her like a second skin while
at the same time barely confining her tits.  The judge studied his
assistant and liked what he saw.  "It's perfect!  Simply perfect!" Shelly
thought it perfect too, as it was very revealing of her every curve. The
third pair of matching red slut-slippers was a good fit, even though she
had difficulty standing in the exaggerated four-inch spiked heels, much
less walking in them.  The steep angle of the heels thrust her butt
outwards; accentuating it, while at the same time causing her to arch her
back, thrusting forward her tits. "Old Dale is going to have a heart attack
when he sees you, my dear," the Judge chuckled. "Now run along to the
powder room and fix your makeup.  Be ready to go in five minutes."

   *****

   It was already hot and it wasn't even noon yet.  Following the lead of
his two helpers, Jake stripped off his shirt in an attempt to stay cool. 
He grumbled that his father was too damned tight fisted to have the office
A/C fixed., not that it did any good anywhere else in the warehouse. 
Still, he knew the old man would have fit if he ever saw them, because it
wasn't business-like to go around half naked.  Jake didn't see what the big
deal was about, as customers rarely came to the warehouse and he opted to
stay as cool as possible.  Looking at the clock, he saw that it was almost
time for him to knock off for lunch and pay Julia a little visit.  In
addition to the heat, he was more than ready to get out of there and get
away from all the pissing and grumbling he'd been forced to listen to for
most of the morning.  Earlier Horsefly had been on cloud nine, boasting to
his co-worker, Tyronne, about the pretty white girl Massa Jake had let him
fuck last night and again this morning.  After getting all the sordid
details that Horsefly could provide, Tyronne became sullen and then
jealous. "It ain'ts fair," complained Tyronne to his boss.  "Ah gots the
senority, rounds here, not dat dumb nigger.  It ain'ts fair!" "Tyronne, let
me give ya bit of advice," Jake began calmly.  The restrained calm didn't
last long as he immediately followed with an explosive, "Get the fuck out
of my office!" Tyronne slinked away, grumbling incoherently.  Shaking his
head in dismay, Jake mumbled, "Here I try to do right by Hoss and my other
nigger gets uppity.  What did I do to deserve this?" For the rest of the
morning Jake had to endure Tyronne's incessant hostile glare and mumblings.
Jake really had it when a scuffle broke out between the two black men. 
Jake's attention was drawn away from the clock and his personnel problems
when he heard the faint cry of a baby outside.  Listening intently he
realized that it was indeed a baby he was hearing and the crying was
getting louder by the second.  Then to his surprise, his wife opened the
office door and stuck her head through.  "Got a minute?" Toni asked her
husband with a big smile. "Yeah, sure," replied Jake curious as to just
what in the hell was going on. Toni pushed open the door and stepped in,
followed immediately by a woman with a crying baby in her arms.  Jake
recognized the woman immediately.  It was Megan, Toni's best friend and a
great screw.  Last time he saw her, she was screwing Luke and had resembled
a heavily laden whale.  That was just last week. "Megan!" called out Jake
with a genuine smile.  He'd always liked this cunt and her indisputable
eagerness for his cock.  Megan returned his smile, but didn't say a word as
she took a seat in a straight chair, pulling out a milk bloated tit for the
baby to suckle.  "Man, I'd sure like some of that," he quipped.  Megan gave
him a skewed smile, then pulled out her other tit and held it up offering
it to him.  Jake looked briefly at his wife and then back to Megan. "Well,
I don't suppose a little taste will spoil my lunch," he said with a grin as
he rose from behind his desk.  Jake came around and took the offered milk
jug in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  To his delight, a thick
stream of mother's milk shot from her nipple and wet his jeans.  The next
squeeze wasn't wasted, shooting directly into his wide-open mouth.  A
moment later, his lips had surrounded the fat teat and he was sucking a
steady stream of milk from her bloated breast.  She let him suckle for a
few moments before she laughingly pushed his head away. "Save some for the
baby," Megan laughed. "Lucky kid," he replied grinning and licking his
lips. He made another move to latch his mouth on her tit, but Megan deftly
deflected his playful attack while still managing to feed her baby. "Boy or
a girl?" Jake asked. "He's swaddled in blue, dummy," answered his wife
curtly. "Oh, yeah.  So what's her name?" "For God's sake, Jake!  It's a
boy!" exclaimed Toni in exasperation.  "I swear, sometimes you..." "Just
kidding," laughed Jake.  "Cute kid, Megan.  So what's the little bastard's
name?" "What do you want to name him?" she replied cryptically.  Both women
burst out in a fit of giggling. "What do I have to do with it?" he replied
not getting the joke. "Everything.  You have everything to do with it,"
replied Megan. "What are ya talking about?" "He's yours, Jake.  He's your
little bastard baby." " How do ya know?" he answered suspiciously. "He has
your DNA, Jake," explained his wife.  "He's your son." Jake's eyes lit up.
"My son!  He's my son!  Hot damn!!!!!!" Horsefly and Tyronne heard the
celebratory racket coming the office.  They both smiled even though neither
of them had a clue as to what had happened.  All they knew was Jake was
back in good humor and that was a mighty good thing as far as they were
concerned.

   *****

   By lunchtime, all three of Lenny's co-workers had had their dicks up
Millie's ass.  Mike had been right, she did love it!  Now after all the
food had been consumed, it was Lenny's turn at his wife.  Being ever
helpful, Mike had maneuvered into a position where Millie could suck his
cock when Lenny did her.  Rodger too was helpful by straddling the woman's
back and spreading open her ass cheeks for her husband. Lenny was greeted
with the sight of his wife's gaping asshole, enflamed and dripping a small
stream of milky white liquid, mixed with fecal particles.  Below that hung
the distended flaps of her furry labia.  Gleefully the husband took up
position, and became to the fourth man to enjoy fucking her in the ass.

   *****

   Lunch came and went, without a thought about food or pussy crossing
Jake's mind.  All he cared about was holding his son...  his son and
occasionally getting a little treat from the mother's tit.  It was the
fulfillment of his most ardent wish, to have a child, his child and provide
his own father with the heir that the old bastard was always harping about.
In the jubilant room full of smiling faces and joyous celebration, it was
difficult to discern who was the happiest about the arrival of Megan's
bundle of joy.  Jake to be sure was elated.  Toni too was happy, happy for
Jake.  She was happy for Megan too, and not just because her friend had had
her baby, a beautiful healthy baby with all his fingers and toes intact. 
She was also happy for one of the same reasons Megan was happy.  Jake would
unhesitatingly and eagerly embrace the child as his own, help raise him,
protect him, and provide for him as a father should.  Had it not been
Jake's baby, Megan would have been out on her own, struggling to support
herself and her child. All too soon for the proud new dad, the two women
left.  They had plenty to do.  Jake helped them by offering one of his
workers to help move Megan into the Stringer house, where the child would
live with his mother, father and Aunt Toni.  Before she left, Toni took
Jake aside to ask him the question that needed a straight honest answer. 
"You want me to leave?  Move out and move on?" she asked fearing the
answer. In a rare moment of tenderness, Jake took his wife into his arms.
"Toni, I couldn't live without ya.  If ya leave, I'll come get ya, drag
your ass home and give ya a hard fucking.  You're not just a cunt to me,
Toni.  You're the love of my life." Horsefly stuck his head in the office
to ask about using the truck.  He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight
of Jake with his pants down engaged in a conjugal moment with his wife bent
over the desk.  Surreptitiously he watched the married couple for a few
minutes then stole away before he found himself in hot water, not that Jake
would really give a damn what Horsefly saw.



   Chapter 27 - POLITICS AS USUAL

   Judge Mecom is very pleased with the work his new Special Assitant is
doing and unwittingly sends her home with Deputy Jones.

   Judge Mecom strode into the dining room of the exclusive Tower Club atop
the First National Bank Building.  With the stunning blonde bombshell on
his arm, heads turned.  The Judge could have been dressed in a clown
costume and no one would have noticed, as everyone -(TM)s attention was
riveted on the voluptuous sex-pot whose dress appeared to be painted on.
The moment she walked into the room Dale Adams saw her too.  Realizing it
was Horace Mecom at her side, his excitement grew as he knew that they were
headed for his table.  Adams rose from his chair, and offered his greetings
to his host.  -œNice to see you again, Mr.  Adams, - Shelly purred in
sultry voice she had recently mastered.  -œI can assure you that it is all
my pleasure, - he replied as he gallantly pulled the chair out for her. As
the two men chatted before the waiter arrived to take their order, Shelly
noticed how both Adams -(TM) and the Judge -(TM)s eyes kept returning to
her breasts that were amply displayed.  With the low cut and skin tight
dress she wore, Shelly was keenly aware that that her tits were practically
falling, or rather bursting from her dress.  The old Shelly would have
pulled the immodest bodice higher, but she resisted the temptation.  It
pleased her greatly that the two older men, pillars of their community,
were both so obviously taken by her.  The short dress rode high up her
shapely thighs and looking past the Judge she saw two men ogling her legs.
How different things were now than they were just a few weeks ago when she
and Luke moved into their house.  Back then, she was a modest girl who
rarely dressed provocatively, now she had an urge to exhibit her charms. 
In a single move she adjusted herself in her chair, arching her back
slightly so that the bodice slipped further down, while simultaneously
crossing her legs to give the two men a brief glimpse of her naked pussy.
The Judge laughed as he said,  -œMy dear, I do believe your nipples are
beginning to show. - Fearing she had gone too far in such a swanky public
place, Shelly began to pull her bodice back up.  -œNo, no, no, my dear,
please leave it, - admonished the Judge,  -œthat is unless Adams objects.
-œHow about it, Adams? - Dale Adams -(TM) mouth was dry and he could
barely speak, managing only a hoarsely whispered,  -œNo, that -(TM)s fine
with me. - Ready to take their order the waiter appeared.   -œJacob, what
do you think of my new play toy? - the Judge asked the waiter.  -œShe
(TM)s something else, Judge. -  -œYes, indeed she is, - beamed the Judge.
 -œGirl gives me a hard-on," he laughed.  -œHow about you, Adams? - Adams
nodded that he was similarly affected by the blonde bimbo. He turned back
to the waiter,  -œI think we need a little more privacy, Jacob.  We have
sensitive business to discuss today and I don -(TM)t want prying ears. 
Would you be so kind as to move us into a private dining room? - 
-œCertainly, Judge.  I would be glad to.  This way, sir. - As the party of
three moved to a private dining room, Shelly felt the eyes of every man
soaking up the generous curves of her voluptuous body.  Passing through a
set of double doors, she felt a tinge of disappointment that they wouldn
-(TM)t be able to ogle her anymore. Once seated in the private dining room
and their orders taken.  Lunch was promptly served as the busy businessmen
and civic leaders who belonged to the club demanded fast service along with
superb food.  Once they had finished eating, the Judge got down to
business.  -œThe Governor is facing a tough re-election campaign next year.
I am the re-election chair for Speedy Hammonds in this part of the state.
As you know, the highway bypass is important to the economic well being of
this town.  We can get that bypass built sooner rather than later, Adams,
and along a route that would be very beneficial to certain business
interests, yours included.  I -(TM)ll get right to the point, Dale.  Can I
count on your financial support for the Governor? -  -œWell, of course. -
 -œYour substantial financial support? -  -œHow substantial? - warily
asked the banker.  -œWe can discuss specifics at a later date.  Meanwhile,
please accept my invitation to review the benefits of your generous support
with my assistant here.  I -(TM)m sure that she will be most helpful. 
-œNow, if you will please excuse me, I have to be in court in twenty
minutes. - As the Judge stood, Shelly stood too.  Determined to do a good
job, but unsure of what financial items she was to discuss, she whispered
her concerns to the Judge.  He chuckled at her boundless naivety and
replied,  -œHere, I -(TM)ll show you. - Next thing she knew the zipper in
the back of her dress was lowered and the dress pulled off her hips. 
Pantyless and braless, she was suddenly nude except for the dress down
around her knees and her high heeled sandals.  Copping a feel of her
shapely bare buttocks the Judge said,  -œI think you get the idea. - He
turned to his luncheon guest.   -œDale, I think you -(TM)ll find that
Shelly gives an incredible blowjob, but what she does to your dick with her
pussy is simply indescribable.  -œNow, you two enjoy yourselves.  I -(TM)ll
see to it that you won -(TM)t be disturbed. -

   *****

   It took her most of the morning, but Julia managed to more or less clean
up her house.  She always keep her home impeccably clean, but after not
being tended to for so many days, not to mention the mess caused by Jake,
it had taken her all morning to get it done reasonably.  The biggest mess
was in the kitchen where the floor was covered in food and broken dishes
from when the big black took her on the table at breakfast.  Then there was
the shattered door and wrecked door frame to her bedroom, not to mention
the flooded bathroom where she was forced to shower with the big Negro.  At
least the stench in her bedroom wasn -(TM)t so bad after the old soiled
mattress had been disposed of.  She looked up at the clock and saw that it
was approaching noon.  Her pussy tingled in anticipation of a boisterous
Jake Stringer bursting through the door to take her during lunch, take her
and breed her.  Thinking of all of his sperm swimming around inside her,
she patted her stomach in the knowledge that she was at her most fertile
peak these past two days.   -~I -(TM)ll give you your baby, Jake Stringer,
-(TM) she thought as she removed her apron.   -~God, what a man! -(TM) She
moved upstairs to her bath to freshen up and to apply some makeup.   -~What
to wear? -(TM) she pondered.   -~Don -(TM)t be silly, -(TM) she chided
herself but smiling in the mirror,  -~he doesn -(TM)t want you to be
wearing anything! -(TM) Quickly she shed the housedress she had put on once
the men had left this morning and examined herself in the mirror.  -~You
are pretty, -(TM) she said to herself.   -~So why have you tried so hard to
hide it all these years? -(TM)  -~Because it's sinful! -(TM) she heard the
voice in her head saying.   -~Slut!  Harlot!  Whore! -(TM)  -œYou -(TM)re
just jealous, you old hateful witch, - she answered.  -~Don -(TM)t you
speak to me that way! -(TM) the sneering voice in her head said.  -œOh, go
stuff it, Mama!  Everything he said is true and everything you said is a
lie!  The best thing in this world is a woman giving herself to a man, a
real man.  And soon, I -(TM)m going to give myself to him again.  -œIt
-(TM)s all your fault, Mama.  I should have never listened to you! -
Suddenly she became aware that she was jabbering to herself, cursing her
mother for making her into such an uptight prude and cursing herself for
being saddled with such a pathetic husband like David.  She didn -(TM)t
love David, she never loved him and that had made it easy to deny herself
of life -(TM)s greatest pleasures.  She loathed the very sight of him,
particularly now that she knew what a perverted creep he really was and the
thought of him touching her made her flesh crawl.  Still, he had given her
babies, three beautiful babies --  -œWhere are my babies? - she asked the
reflection in the mirror. Then she looked down, patted her stomach, smiled
and said,  -œIs that you inside, Baby? - She returned to brushing her hair
and admiring the nude female reflected in the mirror.  Satisfied with her
hair, she had one last thing to do -- lipstick.  She dug around deep in her
vanity drawer and found an old tube of lipstick from her wedding day.  She
hadn -(TM)t worn lipstick in years, but she wanted to be as alluring to
Jake as possible when came to make love to her.  -~I ain -(TM)t gonna make
love to ya, I -(TM)m gonna fuck ya, -(TM) her mind heard him say.  -œNo,
Jake.  I -(TM)m going to make love to you, - she said to the mirror as she
leaned forward to apply the lipstick to her lips.   -œOooooo, - she
complained as she dabbled her mouth to remove the errant makeup.  She tried
again, and again found it difficult to get the results she wanted.  
-œOooooo, - that -(TM)ll just have to do, - she said critically.  She
stood and then remembered one other thing.  Again she dug deep in her
vanity drawer and found a small bottle of cologne hidden away.  Lavishly
she applied the scent to her neck and to her breasts.  Having done
everything she knew to be appealing to Jake, she turned and descended the
stairs to wait for him to come and fuck her.

   *****

   Horsefly drove Jake -(TM)s wife and Megan to Megan -(TM)s apartment to
help her move out.  The one bedroom studio apartment wasn -(TM)t much, but
it was much better than the run down shack he lived in.  Still shirtless
from the heat of the warehouse, the big black stood around and watched as
the two women scurried around trying to pack up a few things, passing the
little baby boy back and forth between them as needed.   -œYou just need
your clothes, Megan, - Toni told her girl friend.   -œWhat should I do
with my things, my furniture? -  -œGive it away.  We have everything and
besides, this stuff is a bit worn. -  -œWorn is an understatement.  Look
at this bed!  It sags so much that it has been killing my back.  -œHere,
give me a hand, Toni, - Megan asked as she struggled to pull something out
from under her unmade bed. Toni turned to Horsefly and handed him the
child.  -œAh don -(TM) knows nuttin -(TM)  -~bout babies, - he protested.
-œJust hold him like this, - Toni instructed.   -œWha -(TM) if he cries?
-  -œJust hold him to your tit, - Toni joked.   -œLike this. - Horsefly
-(TM)s eyes grew wide as the baby reflexively began munching on his large
black man-nipple as the shirtless big man held him. Toni then turned to
help her friend pull out the old suitcase that was wedged under the sagging
bed.   -œWould you look at that, - Toni whispered to her friend.  -œWhat
-(TM)s he doing? -  -œWhat does it look like? -  -œI didn -(TM)t think
men did that sort of thing, - giggled Megan.  -œJake says he -(TM)s dumber
than a fence post. -  -œHe may be dumb, but look at him.  If his size and
the size of his hands are any indication -- -  -œThey are -- Jake also
says he -(TM)s got biggest cock he -(TM)s ever seen. -  -œReally?  You
think --? -

   *****

   Julia looked at the clock.  It was now past one.   -œWhere is he? -

   *****

    -œPa!  I -(TM)ve got some great news! - The elder Stringer looked up
from the paperwork on his desk.   -œWhat is it, Jake?  Can -(TM)t you see I
-(TM)m busy? -  -œYer a grandpa! -  -œWhat in hell are you blabbering
about? -  -œI -(TM)m a daddy! -  -œToni?  I didn -(TM)t know Toni was
going to drop a kid.  Sure didn -(TM)t look that way last week. -  -œNo,
not Toni.  Megan. -  -œWho -(TM)s Megan? -  -œOne of Toni friends.  I
knocked her up and she had a boy! -  -œA boy?  Are you sure it -(TM)s
yours? -  -œAbsolutely! - Old man Stringer -(TM)s eyes lit up.   -œA boy!
We have a boy? -  -œYes, Pa! -  -œAre you gonna marry her?  What about
Toni? -  -œI ain -(TM)t gonna marry Megan and I -(TM)m keeping Toni. - 
-œYou -(TM)re just going to abandon my grandson? -  -œNo, no, no.  I'm
keeping Megan too.  Megan -(TM)s moving in with me and Toni.  I think yer
gonna like her Pa.  Girl simply loves to fuck. -  -œHot damn!  This is
cause for a celebration, son! -

   *****

   It was late afternoon when Dale Adams dropped Shelly off at the
courthouse.  She was all smiles as she returned to the Judge -(TM)s
chambers.  As soon as the bailiff saw her strutting towards him in her
slinky red dress and with her glorious bosoms bouncing, he hit the intercom
button and said,  -œJudge, your special assistant is back. -  -œSend her
in right away, - the Judge replied. Shelly watched in amusement as the
bailiff -(TM)s eyes roamed up and down her sumptuous body.  It really
pleased her that she had such an effect upon men.  The bailiff smiled and
said,  -œJudge wants to see you right away. - Upon entering the Judge
-(TM)s chambers, Mecom was on his feet.   -œI just heard from Adams!  He
called me from his car just as soon as he dropped you off, my dear.  He
told me that you secured for us a very large contribution to the Governor
-(TM)s re-election campaign!  Excellent work!  Excellent!  -œI must say, I
-(TM)m going to have to give you another raise!  In fact, I -(TM)m going to
double your salary!  You -(TM)re worth every penny of it! - Shelly was
very pleased that the Judge was so pleased.   -~Double my salary?  I haven
-(TM)t even gotten paid yet, -(TM) she thought smiling brightly.   -~Luke
is going to be so pleased! -(TM)  -œFix me a drink!  Fix one for yourself
too!  This is a cause for a celebration! -  -œUh, what do you want? - 
-œScotch of course!  Make it the good stuff too! - Shelly went to the bar
and was overwhelmed by the variety available.  Her eyes fell upon the
bottle of Glen Livet and she set about preparing two scotch-on-the-rocks.
With the two drinks in her hand, Shelly turned and saw that the Judge was
on the telephone.  He looked up and grinning from ear to ear gave her a
thumbs up.   -œEdmond Johnson, please, - she heard him say.   -~Edmond
Johnson?  He knows that nice man I met at Rita -(TM)s this morning? -(TM)
she thought.  Remembering the look on his face as she exposed her pussy to
him she at the hair dresser -(TM)s she thought with a smile,  -~Well, I
really didn -(TM)t meet him. -(TM)  -œEd, Horace.  You remember those
tracts of land we talked about?...  That -(TM)s right, the ones along the
alternate route for the proposed highway bypass.  Buy them!  Buy them all!
-œHas something changed?...  I -(TM)ll say things have changed -- It -(TM)s
in the bag!...  -œNo, no, no, we don -(TM)t need to meet and talk about it,
we need that land!...  -œExcellent!  Excellent!  -œYou -(TM)re going to
have to come by next week and meet my new special assistant, the loveliest
creature you ever set eyes upon --  -œFine, we -(TM)ll have lunch on
Monday. - The Judge hung up the telephone and looked back on the girl that
had made it all possible.  He and his cronies stood to make millions off
the bypass project and he had this lovely cunt to thank.  Taking his drink
from her, he toasted,  -œHere -(TM)s to you, my dear! - and took a sip. 
Shelly, having seen this sort of thing on TV before, took a big gulp. 
Mecom watched her eyes get big and then deftly stepped aside as the burning
liquid sprayed from her lips.   -œOh, my god, - she whispered through her
burning throat.   -œThat -(TM)s sipping whiskey, - the Judge intoned in
amusement.   -œOh, now look what you -(TM)ve done...  you -(TM)ve gotten
your pretty new dress all wet.  You -(TM)d better take it off, my dear, and
let it dry. - Shelly was still coughing and trying to catch her breath
when she felt the zipper of her dress being lowered.  As the slinky red
dress was pulled off her shoulders, it never crossed Shelly -(TM)s mind
that perhaps she should protest being stripped. Stepping out of the dress,
she heard Mecom instruct her to,  -œLay it over that chair to dry, my dear
and then come tell me all about your meeting with Dale Adams. - Gazing at
the vision of perfect feminine beauty Mecom felt his cock stirring as
Shelly carefully laid her dress out to dry.  Turning back to her new boss,
she saw him sitting in an armless straight-back side chair with his pants
and underwear down around his ankles.   -œDo you really want me to tell you
about the meeting, or would you prefer that I show you? - she said with a
playful twinkle in her eyes.  -œShow me, - the Judge huskily replied.
Shelly walked up slowly to the jurist with an exaggerated sway of her hips,
causing her big full tits to bounce invitingly.  She could see the dazed
expression on the older man -(TM)s face as he watched the nubile nude teen
approaching.   -~Magnificent!  Yes, by god, she -(TM)s worth every penny of
it, -(TM) the Judge said to himself as he unconsciously moistened his dry
lips. Shelly stopped before him and then turned this way and that, giving
the older gentleman a good look at all of her charms.  Then she knelt
before him with her glossy full lips slightly parted, running her hands up
and down his bare thighs, but not touching his erection.  Maintaining eye
contact, she lowered her head to his cock and playfully licked at his
glans.  -œAw, fuck, - hissed the Judge as her sultry lips engulfed his
weeping cock crown, her tongue playfully wandering over the velvety smooth
skin of his knob.  For what seemed an eternity to the Judge, she merely
orally caressed the head of his cock all the while looking up with
worshiping eyes at him.  Shelly was very well aware and was very pleased
with the effect she was having on her boss.  Abruptly she broke eye contact
and released his throbbing dick tip.  -œOhhhhhhhhhhh, - she heard him
groan as she licked up the length of his cock tube from the base of his
dick to the little flap of skin just below the rim of his dick.  Teasing
the sensitive spot, she felt Mecom twitch in his chair with each playful
swipe of the tip of her tongue.  For the next few moments, she gently
caressed his balls with her hand while she licked his dick like a lollypop,
covering every square inch of his dick flesh and like a lollypop, she
occasionally stopped licking the sides to momentarily suck gently on the
end. Having fully wet his cock with her saliva, Shelly rose up and
straddled the Judge facing him.  Offering him a tit to munch upon, she
reached down between her legs and guided his throbbing fuck stick to her
ready snatch.  As she slowly sank down, the poor judge moaned into her
breast.  Once firmly seated with his cock fully encased in the warm velvet
embrace of her vagina, she sat motionless except for the squeezing of her
pussy around his dick.  Mecom released her tit and rocked his head back
groaning,  -œOh, sweet, sweet child. - Having gotten his full attention on
his dick, she began rocking her hips back and forth, causing his throbbing
prick to move back and forth within her gently squeezing cuntal canal.  She
wasn -(TM)t in the least concerned about her own pleasure, only the
pleasure of her boss.  She felt his cock pulse and felt the familiar
sensation of a man ejaculating in her.  It was a sensation that she was
addicted to and one that gave her immense pleasure and feeling of
self-worth.  It didn -(TM)t matter at all to her that it wasn -(TM)t a huge
load like the Sherriff, Luke, Jake or Big Mike could deliver.  It only
mattered that a man was giving her his seed and she was pleasing him, like
she had pleased Dale Adams earlier that afternoon.

   *****

   After a few beers to celebrate, Jake and his father rushed home to see
the new heir.  Jake was pleased to see the company delivery truck parked
out front of his home, as it meant Megan and the baby was there.  Entering
the empty kitchen, Jake heard the two women laughing from somewhere in the
front of the house.  With his father in tow, he followed the voices to the
guest bedroom.   -œWhat in the hell? - he exclaimed seeing Horsefly
standing buck naked holding the baby to his breast, while the two women
busied themselves with the closet. Seeing his boss and knowing that Massa
Jake was about to blow his stack, Horsefly pleaded,  -œDey made me, boss!
Dey made me! -  -œYa fucked my wife? - roared Jake.  -œNo, suh!  No, suh.
Ah ain -(TM)t do nut -(TM)in! - Toni turned and seeing her enraged husband
greeted brightly,  -œOh, hi, Honey.  I see your home. -  -œGoddamnit,
woman!  He -(TM)s works fer me! -  -œOh, keep your shirt on you big lug.
He hasn -(TM)t done anything.  Megan and me, we just wanted to see if he
was as big as you said he was. -  -œOh, fer Christ -(TM)s sake! - the
exasperated husband exclaimed.  -œOh, hi, Pa! - greeted Toni seeing the
smaller older man behind her hulking husband.   -œJake -(TM)s told you the
good news? -  -œUh, yes, he did. - Toni turned to her husband,  -œJake,
take your son from Horsefly and show him to his grandfather. - Glaring,
Jake stepped up to the big black.  -œAh ain -(TM)t do nut -(TM)in!  Ah
swear on ma dead mama -(TM)s grave, Massa Jake.  Ah, ain -(TM)t do nut
-(TM)in -- -  -œJust give him to me, will ya? - Horsefly pulled the
voraciously sucking boy from his dry teet and handed him to his father. 
Jake gawked disbelievingly at the Blackman's hugely swollen and engorged
man-nipples.   -œJesus, - he muttered. With the boy now in Jake -(TM)s
inexperienced arms, Horsefly instructed,  -œHold -(TM)im like dis, boss. -
With a firm and secure hold on his newborn son, Jake turned to his father
beaming with pride.   -œWhat -(TM)s his name? - Mr.  Stringer asked no one
in particular.  -œBefore I came and saw you, Pa, I went and had my name
added to his birth certificate and gave him his name, Jake Stringer, Jr..
- Turning to Megan he said,  -œC -(TM)mere Megan. - Megan stepped to his
side all smiles.  -œPa, meet Megan, mother of my son. - Then directing his
words to everyone crowded in the small bedroom.   -œI want everyone here to
be my witness.  This child is the fruit of my loins and is my rightful son
and heir.  This woman is the mother of my son.  Now, I can -(TM)t marry her
proper like, but I hereby declare this cunt to be my Common-law Wife. - 
-œOh, Jake! - gushed Megan happily.  Toni smiled and hugged her friend.  
-œWe -(TM)re going to be sisters! - She had been just bursting to tell
Megan of Jake -(TM)s earlier decision, but like a good wife and help maid,
she held her tongue to give her husband the opportunity to tell everyone
his intentions.  Jake pulled the new mother from his wife -(TM)s embrace
and told her,  -œYa wanna fuck and make it official? - Just as Megan
replied,  -œYes!  Yes!  Yes! - an irate Julia Jenkins burst into the room,
nearly knocking Jake -(TM)s daddy to the floor.  -œWhere have you been? -
shrieked the irate woman.   -œI -(TM)ve been waiting for you all day! -
Turning to the two startled women, Julia shrieked,  -œYou -(TM)ve been
fornicating with whores! - Jake quickly handed Jake Jr.  back to Horsefly.
Startled by all the racket, the little boy took comfort in one of Horsefly
-(TM)s now familiar living pacifiers.  Jake grabbed Julia and spun her
around.   -œWhat in hell -(TM)s wrong with ya? - he roared.  -œOh, Jake. I
need you.  I need you.  I -(TM)ve been waiting for you all day to give you
a baby. -  -œHell, I -(TM)ve got a baby, ya loony slut.  Megan, she gave
me a son. -  -œI -(TM)ll give you lots of babies! - pleaded the crazy
woman.  -œHell, you just wanna get fucked. -  -œYes!  Yes!  Take me, Jake!
Use me! -  -œI -(TM)ll use ya alright, - he growled.   -œGit yer
goddamned clothes off!  Ya can -(TM)t fuck if yer all dressed up.  I
-(TM)ve told ya that and I -(TM)m sick of repeatin -(TM) myself! -
Obediently Julia threw off the simple house dress she was wearing and stood
nude waiting further instructions.  -œGit on the bed, whore! - he roared.
-œNow spread -(TM)em! - Toni was absolutely astonished at what she was
witnessing, she knew this unpleasant woman and was shocked at the
transformation that had taken place over the past few days.  Megan and Mr.
Stringer were astonished too, but not nearly as much as Toni. Jake turned
to Horsefly and took the child from his arms.   -œYou -(TM)re ready to go,
- Jake told his wide-eyed underling.   -œGo on, put yer cock in her! - As
Horsefly approached the bed, stroking his prodigious organ to an erection,
Julia pleaded,  -œYou, Jake!  I want you! -  -œYou -(TM)re my whore and
you -(TM)ll fuck who I tell ya to fuck! -  -œHorsefly, this cunt wants a
baby.  Breed this bitch!  Put a monkey in her! -  -œYas, suh!  Yas, suh!
- With a speed that belied his great size, the big black mounted Jake
-(TM)s newest whore.  His black ass surged forward and Julia let out a
blood curdling scream as she was fully penetrated. Jake thrust his son into
Toni -(TM)s arms and grabbing Megan, growled,  -œLet -(TM)s do it, slut, -
and dragged her from the guest room to the master bedroom.

   *****

   It had been a hard day for Big Mike -(TM)s crew, as there seemed to be
more and more rotted ties than there had appeared at first.  With all four
men working together and not distracted by Lenny -(TM)s wife, they made
good progress, using up all the new cross ties that were easily available.
They still had a lot to do to refurbish this section of tracks, but that
would have to wait until Monday when more cross ties could be delivered to
the job site.  With nothing much else to do, Big Mike decided to knock off
early.   -œYa -(TM)ll wanna do, Mille? - asked Lenny offering his wife up
for another gangbang.  -œNaw, not today, Lenny, - said Big Mike.   -œWe
-(TM)re still on company time and if the wrong people saw this work truck
parked in front of your house, it wouldn -(TM)t look good.  -œYou guys can
take the rest of the afternoon off.  I -(TM)ll drop everyone off and punch
everyone out at quitting time.  -œAfter that?  Anyone wanna come over and
screw Millie? -  -œNo, Lenny!  It -(TM)s Friday, pay day and I -(TM)ve got
plans for tonight, - replied Big Mike for the entire crew.   -œJesus, just
screw her yourself. - Back at the railroad shop, everyone picked up their
pay checks and went their way.  Everyone except Big Mike.  He -(TM)d have
to hang around to clock everyone else out at quitting time.  Of course he
planned on hanging out at the Iron Spike and having a few beers while he
waited.  It was rather odd to be home so early, but Luke looked about and
determined that Shelly wasn -(TM)t there.  He popped open a can of beer and
headed to the bathroom for a cool refreshing shower.  Stopping off in the
bedroom first to undress, he saw Jake across the way, riding some girl from
behind, riding her high and trusting downward at a very steep angle.  It
clearly wasn -(TM)t Shelly he was fucking and it clearly wasn -(TM)t Toni
either.  It was kind of odd though, it seemed to Luke that more than one
girl was howling and he thought he heard a baby crying.  -œAin -(TM)t none
of my business," Luke shrugged.  Gulping down the rest of his beer, he
wandered off for his shower thinking of his plans for whoring out his wife
later that evening.

   *****

    -œJudge, - came the squeaky voice over the intercom.   -œChester says
that he -(TM)s at the car wash getting the car cleaned.  They just started
and it will be awhile. -  -œThen get one of the deputies to drop Mrs. 
Blalock off at her home, - the judge instructed.  Turning to the nude
girl, sprawled out over his desk like a decoration, he said,  -œShelly, you
can get dressed now, darling.  I don -(TM)t think I could get it up again
today if my life depended on it.  I -(TM)d like you stay with me this
weekend, but my daughter is coming home for the weekend and that just
wouldn -(TM)t work at all. - Shelly sat upright and was about to dismount
the desk when the Judge handed her a paycheck.  Taking the envelope from
the Judge, she was excited as this was her first pay check ever.  Of course
she -(TM)d only worked for two days for the judge, so she was shocked at
the amount the county check was made out for.  -œThis can -(TM)t be right,
- she said.   -œIt -(TM)s way too much. -  -œLet me see that, - said the
Judge.   -œNo, that -(TM)s right.  There is only two days pay here, that
-(TM)s four hundred, the other thousand dollars is a bonus -- a well
deserved bonus.  -œNow, you run along, sweet child, and have a nice
weekend. I -(TM)ll see you here bright and early Monday morning.  We
-(TM)ll have a busy week next week, so you rest up and be ready for work. 
-œOh, and you forgot these yesterday, - added the Judge picking up her Ben
Wah balls from the dish on his credenza.   -œHere, allow me, - he said as
the stooped and then shoved the balls up her cunt one at a time.  -œYou
really need to remember these, Shelly. - She slipped on her dress and the
Judge zipped her up.  Adjusting her boobs in the bodice, the bailiff stuck
his head inside the Judge -(TM)s chambers and said,  -œShelly, your driver
is here. - Clutching her check, she kissed the Judge goodbye.  Outside by
the bailiff -(TM)s desk was her driver.  Immediately her smile faded. 
-œMiss Mattox -- I mean, Mrs.  Blalock.  I -(TM)ll take you home, - said
Deputy Jones, deacon of her father -(TM)s church and the only man that she
truly despised.  She was so distracted by the loathsome man -(TM)s presence
that she forgot to keep her pussy muscles tight and the brass balls
suddenly dropped out from under her dress to clang loudly on the marble
floor and then roll away.  Jones was quick to stoop and pickup one wayward
ball.  Immediately his hand was covered with semen and goo.  Blushing
furiously, Shelly captured the other ball.  Then to her mortification,
Deacon Jones handed her the brass ball and made a great show of wiping the
slime from his hand onto his trouser leg.  She could see the absolute
disgust in his eyes, but he said nothing, just a nod of the head to let her
know to get moving. Shelly slid into the passenger seat of the Crown
Victoria police cruiser, tugging at the short helm of her skimpy dress. 
Jones, in the driver -(TM)s seat, regarded her for a moment, his eyes
burning into her and casting judgment upon her.  He knew what he must do.
Without speaking a word, he started the engine and pulled away, heading
towards the section of town where the Blalock -(TM)s lived. As Jones passed
an intersection, Shelly said,  -œOh, you needed to turn back there. -
Jones, his eyes focused on the road ahead said nothing.  When he passed the
next intersection and headed out of town, it was apparent that he wasn
-(TM)t taking her home.  -œUh, Deputy Jones.  I live back there, - she
said.  Again he said nothing. Uncomfortable with the situation, Shelly
demanded,  -œWhere are you taking me? - Jones glanced her way with an evil
smile upon his face and answered,  -œOh, I -(TM)m going to take you, slut.
-  -œTurn around right now! -  -œWhy should I?  You are for the taking,
so I -(TM)m taking you to a nice private spot.  A spot where a wanton whore
like you should be taken to. -  -~Oh, gawd!  He -(TM)s gonna rape me,
again, -(TM) thought Shelly.   -~He wants to humiliate me.  Well, I won
-(TM)t let him!  I -(TM)ll just egg him on and show him how much of a slut
I am.  That -(TM)ll drive him crazy! -(TM)  -œSure, whatever you want, -
she answered.  About five miles out, he turned off the main road and drove
back into the woods, coming to a stop at a small clearing under the trees.
Jones got out of the car, came around and opened Shelly -(TM)s door.  
-œGet out, whore! - he spat. Rolling her eyes, Shelly scooted out of the
car.  Without even looking at him she turned her back and told him, 
-œUnzip my dress.  I don -(TM)t want it to get dirty. - After shimming out
of the form fitting garment she tossed it onto the front seat of the police
cruiser.  As she was braless and pantyless, she now only had her 4 inch
slut slippers on.  -~Let -(TM)s get this over with, -(TM) she thought and
turned to face her father -(TM)s deacon.  She was taken by surprise when he
grabbed her wrists and quickly looped them together with a length of rope.
His captive secure, he hauled her over to a tree with a low hanging branch.
Deftly tossing the other end of the rope over the branch he quickly hauled
her arms up above her head.  Helpless she shouted,  -œWhat do you think you
-(TM)re doing?!! -  -œFornicator! - he viciously spat.   -œI -(TM)m going
to be your savior, - the deacon replied as he admired his handiwork.  -œI
have a Savior and He -(TM)s not you! -  -œYou -(TM)re a wicked, wicked
girl, Shelly Mattox Blalock.  You have been possessed by evil and I intend
to save you from yourself. -  -œWhat are you going to do? -  -œYou think
you are so beautiful.  You are beautiful, so beautiful that you turn men
into instruments of the devil.  You're Satan -(TM)s whore!  When I -(TM)m
finished, you won -(TM)t be so beautiful.  Only then will Satan be purged
from your soul, so that you can live in God -(TM)s grace once again! - 
-œYou -(TM)re crazy!  The Sheriff and the Judge will hear about this! - 
-œSo what?  They won -(TM)t want you after I'm done with you.  No man will
ever want you again! -  -œWhat are you going to do?!!! - she cried out in
a panic.  -œHELP!  SOMEBODY HELP ME! -  -œGo on and squeal, you pig, -
the deputy spat.   -œNo one will, hear you.  No one but God and He will
rejoice in your redemption! -  -œHELP!  HELP!  HELP! - the struggling
beauty cried as loud as she could manage. Jones walked away and opened the
trunk of his police cruiser.  To Shelly horror, she heard the crack of a
whip.   -œHELP!  HELP!  HELP! - she cried as he approached her, banishing
the menacing bull whip and making it crack in the air.   -œOh, PLEASE,
no!!! Don -(TM)t!  Oh, please -- I -(TM)ll, be good!  I -(TM)ll be good, -
she pleaded.  Then as the tip of the whip came within an inch of her
breast, she felt the miniature sonic boom and screamed in terror.  Again
and again he lashed the whip, coming within an inch of her tender
unblemished skin, terrifying her with what was sure to come.

   *****

   Having finished his shower, Luke returned to his bedroom to see if the
show next door was still on.  It was, only Jake wasn -(TM)t the one fucking
the strangely familiar woman, but another man, much smaller than Jake.

   *****

   Suddenly Jones stopped and Shelly saw that he was holding something up
for her to see.  Through the blur of her tearful eyes, she saw what
appeared to be an animal pelt.   -œSee this, whore? - he snarled.   -œThis
is what your flesh will look like when I -(TM)m finished with you. - He
then turned and sat the rabbit pelt on a log, stood back and popped it with
his whip, causing the skin to fly up into the air.  He picked the pelt up
and then brought it back to her.  -œSee this, whore? - he snarled again.
Shelly looked and saw that a strip of fur had been removed from the pelt. 
-œVery soon, this will be you.  Very soon no man will lust for you ever
again.  Only then can you return to God's grace. - He prodded her tit with
the handle of his whip and suddenly fell to his knees, crying,  -œNo!  No!
No!  I belong to God!  No!  You can -(TM)t make me! - Shelly struggled
against her bonds and felt that she just might be able to worm a wrist from
the loop that was holding her.  Suddenly Jones sprang from the ground and
tore at his uniform trousers until he had them below his knees.  As the
crazed man attempted to sexually assault her, Shelly began screaming.  The
very thought that this despicable man would be the last man to take her,
made her clamp her legs together tightly to deny him entry into her body.
Wildly he thrust his organ at her, knocking her off her feet to dangle by
her wrists. Nearly hysterical, Shelly screamed again and again, but it did
no good.  There was no one who could hear her or who could help her.  As he
poked at her, she defended herself as best she could, kicking at him while
she helplessly dangled from the rope.  Suddenly Jones went to the ground,
holding his crotch, writhing in agony after she had landed hard blow to his
nuts.  Shelly regained her footing and once again desperately tried to free
a wrist from the rope.  Then to her horror, he began to stand up.  His face
was red with rage.   -œWhore! - he spat before leaning over picking up the
bull whip once again.   -œYou bitch! - he cursed.  Jones raised his hand
to begin ripping the devil -(TM)s flesh from her body.  Expecting a painful
blow to her naked flesh, she cried out, "Oh, God, please, God, no!" she
cried.  He stopped.  For a long moment he stood frozen in place. Then she
heard it, the police radio crackling.   -œAll units!  All units!  Three
eleven in progress!  Charlie -(TM)s Country Crossroads.  I repeat, three
eleven in progress.  All units respond!  Three eleven at Charlie -(TM)s
Country Crossroads.  All units respond. - Jones looked at the police car
and then back at Satan's whore.  Then without saying a word, he pulled up
his pants, got in his Crown Victoria and sped away, leaving Shelly in the
woods, naked and strung up by her wrists.



   Chapter 28 - JUST REWARDS

   Shelly jumps from the fire into the frying pan...

   It took Shelly several minutes, but she managed to get her wrists free
from the binding rope.  Now she faced a dilemma.  She had no clothes, but
she couldn -(TM)t stay where she was and just wait for Deacon Jones to
return to strip the skin off of her with his whip.  She had to make it to
the road, and naked or not, flag down someone, anyone, to help her get to
safety.  She started off walking down the track that Jones had used to
bring her to this place, but in her 4 inch high heels, the walking was just
too difficult.  Wisely she choose to remove her shoes and just go barefoot.
She only walked fifty feet or so when she realized that if Jones came back,
he -(TM)d see her on the road.  Quickly she stepped off the track and into
the woods.  The brush wasn -(TM)t too thick and keeping the track in sight,
she had a relatively easy time of it.  Still the sticks were hard on her
feet and the going was slow.

   *****

   At Charlie -(TM)s Country Crossroad, Deputy Jones was the first to
arrive.  He immediately took note of the garish purple Cadillac with the
gold rims and trim.  He knew this car, there wasn -(TM)t another one like
it in the county.  It belonged to a petty thug who went by the moniker, Mad
Dog.  Jones had had experience with Mad Dog and his brother, Little D and
knew that one day, someone would have to take them down.  He smiled at the
prospect that it would be him to bag Mad Dog in the middle of an armed
robbery.  It would be him, the avenging angel who would be the hero.  That
would show Sheriff Reed what his meddle was. Unholstering his service
revolver, he stepped from the car.  Just as soon as he was clear of the car
door, there was a blast, blowing out the store's glass door and hitting
Deputy Jones in the groin.  The avenging angel hit the pavement, gravely
wounded with his genitals blown away.   -œWha da fuck? - Mad Dog called
out to his brother.  -œCops!  He -(TM)s down! - answered Little D. Mad Dog
looked down at the man on the floor.   -œWell, fuck -- Looks like it be bye
bye t -(TM)yo mutter fuck. - Another shot rang out, blowing off the side
of Charlie Ringo -(TM)s skull and killing him instantly.  Grabbing the
meager cash in the register, Mad Dog made a dash for the door.   -œHe dead?
-  -œYeah, he be dead, - Little D replied looking down at Jones in a pool
of blood.  -œDatutter mutta fucker's dead too, - said Mad Dog.   -œC'mon,
bro!  Let -(TM)s git while the gittin -(TM)s good. -

   *****

   Shelly made it to the main roadway and crouching in the tall grass,
waited for a car to come by.  It made no sense for her to be hiding in the
grass, but instinctively she didn -(TM)t want anyone to see her naked.  
-œDon't be silly!, - she said to herself.   -œOf course I want someone to
see me.  Anyone! - She stepped out onto the roadway and saw a car
approaching.   -œDeacon Jones! - she gasped and immediately went back into
the brush.  With her heart pounding the terrified girl just wanted to hide,
but she knew that if it wasn -(TM)t Deacon Jones -- She peeked out of the
tall grass and as the car came nearer, she knew it wasn -(TM)t a police
cruiser.  Boldly she stepped out of hiding and waved her arms to get the
driver -(TM)s attention, as if she really needed anything to draw attention
to herself.   -œWhoa!  Would ya look at dat, Little D? -  -œDat  -~ho ain
-(TM)t got a stitch of clothes! -  -œWhat a fox!  I gots to have me some
of dat! - Shelly saw the purple Cadillac come to a stop.  Immediately she
ran up to the car.  -œHop in, Baby! - offered the grinning younger brother
throwing open his door.  Without any thought other than the salvation
offered, Shelly, holding her shoes, slid buck naked into the front seat
between the two black gangsters.   -œOoooo, Baby, yo sure is fine meat! -
declared Mad Dog as his hand went immediately to her bare tit.  -~Oh, gawd,
I -(TM)m going to be raped, -(TM) she thought with an absolute surety as
the other black grabbed the other fat tit.   -œBoys, I know you both wanna
fuck me -- -  -œYa gots dat right  -~ho! -  -œBut I really need to make a
phone call. -  -œFuck dat.  We -(TM)s gonna screw ya until ya can -(TM)t
walk. -  -œYou can screw me.  Both of you.  That -(TM)s okay.  But...  I
really need to make a phone call. -  -œHow -(TM)s  -~bout we screw ya
first, den ya makes yer phone call. -  -œThanks.  I -(TM)d really
appreciate a good time.  I'll even suck you both, but first...  Where
-(TM)s the nearest phone? - The two brothers looked at each other not
believing their good luck.  This fine white girl would screw them just for
a phone call.  They didn't even have to rape her.  -œUh, der -(TM)s one at
da Starlight Club, - offered Little D.  -œYeah, dats da closest one dat we
could take ya to and not cause a ruckus.  But, how about some luvin -(TM)
first? -  -œPlease.  I promise.  We -(TM)ll have a good time, but I really
need to make that phone call. - She reached out and gently grabbed the two
men in the crotch.   -œThen you can show me what you boys have hiding in
your pants and show me what you can do with it. -  -œShit, fuck!  Yer on
lady! - Shelly was very pleased with herself as the purple Cadillac sped
down the road toward the Starlight Club.

   *****

   Horsefly took another swig of his Colt 45 malt liquor,  -œIt -(TM)s da
truth! - he defended.  -œYa really think ah -(TM)m gonna believe that some
white man let -(TM)cha fuck some white woman dat -(TM)s he -(TM)s tryin
-(TM) ta make babies with? -  -œDats wha -(TM) ah -(TM)m tellin -(TM) ya
happened, - Hoss pleaded.  -œIf ya thinks ah -(TM)ll believe dat shit,
youse dumber than ya look! - retorted his bar friend. Horsefly was
determined to make this guy believe him and was about to explain the whole
thing once again when there was a ruckus at the door to the Starlight Club.
To everyone -(TM)s surprise, the two black thugs frog marched a naked white
woman into the bar.  It wasn -(TM)t just any white woman either, it was a
voluptuous white woman with the most incredible tits anyone had ever seen.
Not only did she have great tits, but the rest of her was just as
incredible.  Instantly the room filled with steely erections.   -œLordy,
lordy.  Ah knows dat girl, - Horsefly told his buddy.  -œMan, don -(TM)cha
ever give it a rest wid yer bullshit? - the man said rising to his feet to
get a better look at the stunning beauty.   -œRemember, my phone call
first, - Shelly said as she was surrounded by a room full of horny blacks.
 -œWho wants ta see this  -~ho dance? - Mad Dog asked the crowd. 
Immediately the crowd roared their approval. Turning to the stacked beauty
he -(TM)d stumbled across naked, Mad Dog said.   -œFirst, ya dance.  Then
ya make yer phone call.  Then we -(TM)s ALL gonna fuck ya. - Horsefly
watched as Massa Jake -(TM)s fine white whore was lifted up onto a table.
The juke box blared out some indecipherable rap music.   -œC -(TM)mon, ya
bitch, dance! -(TM) said someone in the crowd.   -œDance, Honey.  Shake dem
big titties! - said another.  The mob quickly became unruly as the men
jockeyed for position, all wanting to be first in line when the fucking of
this slut began.  Shelly thought it was best if she just danced like
everyone wanted her to, maybe then she could call the Sheriff to come
rescue her.  To the jungle beat and gibberish, she began to move, dancing
about as best she could on the small three by three cocktail table while
the leering blacks cheered her on.  It didn -(TM)t help that the table was
wobbly either.   -œMassa Jake.  He won -(TM)t like dis.  He ain -(TM)t
gonna like it at all, - Horsefly said to himself while watching the
stunning whore that had been promised to him dance for the mob. He thought
a moment what he should do.   -~Ah could take five or six of  -~um, but not
all of  -~um.  Ain -(TM)t no use in gittin -(TM) ma ass kicked, not fer
some whore.  Ah knows, ah -(TM)ll call Massa Jake.  He knows wha -(TM)ta
do. -(TM) Horsefly dismounted from his seat at the bar an went to the
public telephone.  He dropped in a quarter and dialed zero.   -œHello? 
Hello?  Ah needs ta talk wid Jake Stringer -- Ah ain -(TM)t gots his
number, lady, dats why ah called yo -- Dat -(TM)s right, Red Oak Street --
Thank ya, Ma -(TM)am. -  -œMassa Jake!  Massa Jake!  Oh, hi Miz Toni, I
gots t -(TM)talk wid Massa Jake!  Yez um, dis is Horsefly...  -œMassa Jake.
That white lady -- ya knows da one that ya promised t -(TM)me.  -œNo, suh,
she be a fine  -~ho too, but dats not --  -œNo, Massa Jake, it ain -(TM)t
like dat!  Ah ain -(TM)t complaining, Boss.  But dat white lady, she's
here.  -œWhere?  Here!  At the Starlight Club an she be dancing neked on a
table.  -œDat -(TM)s right, she -(TM)s neked and she wuz neked when dem two
nigger boys hauled her neked ass in here!  An let me tell ya, boss, dem two
is some bad ass niggers!...  -œJust dem two? -- Naw, deys gots to be lots
of niggers here, an dey all want a piece of her ass -- Ah knows dem two
niggers and deys bad niggers, boss, bad, bad niggers.  Last time I saw 
-~em, dey was ridin -(TM) round in a purple Caddy.  -œAh jus -(TM)thought
ya needed t -(TM)knows --  -œOkay, boss, my eyes are glued to dems tits,
boss!...  -œThank ya, Boss, thank ya!  Ah'm a' watching her her tits like
ya wants me. - Horsefly sauntered back to the bar, sat and ordered up
another Colt 45.  Taking his first swig and enjoying the show, he muttered,
 -œJus -(TM) keep dancin -(TM), Honey, jus -(TM) keep dancin -(TM).  Da
calvery is a comin -(TM)!  Yez, Ma -(TM)am, da calvery is a comin -(TM) and
dat white pussy's gonna be all mine! -

   *****

   Sherriff Damien Reed arrived on the crime scene just as Deputy Jones was
lifted onto a stretcher.   -œJones, can you hear me, Jones?  Who did this
Jones?  Who did this? - Jones opened his eyes and tried to speak.  The
Sheriff lowered his ear to the weak and possibly dying man.   -œPurple
Cadillac, - the severely injured deputy whispered weakly.   -œMad Dog? -
asked the Sheriff.  Jones nodded his head and then went unconscious again.
Reed surveyed the scene.  They could have taken any one of four roads.  
-œDon -(TM)t matter, - said Reed to himself.   -œI know who you are ,you
son of a bitch, and I will find you. - He slid into his Crown Vic and was
preparing to alert all units to be on the lookout for the distinctive
chopped purple Cadillac when the dispatcher said,  -œBase to Unit One. 
Base to Unit One. -  -œThis is Unit One.  Go ahead. -  -œSheriff, Jake
Stringer needs to talk to you, says it -(TM)s urgent. -  -œFor Christ
-(TM)s sake, tell him I -(TM)m busy. -  -œIt -(TM)s about Shelly Blalock.
-  -œI don -(TM)t have time to waste on whores! -  -œBut sir, he says she
-(TM)s in danger. - Reed shook his head.  Here he was dealing with major
situation and Jake was worried about that whore.  Of course, Judge Mecom
would be worried about her too and if anything happened to her --  -œPut
him through. -  -œReed, Jake.  Horsefly just called me from the Starlight
Club.  Shelly was hauled in naked by two bad dudes driving a purple
Cadillac. -  -œCome again with the car description -- -  -œPurple
Cadillac.  Reed, I think she -(TM)s --.  Reed? - Jake turned to Toni and
said,  -œThe bastard hung up on me. -

   *****

   Sheriff Reed cased out the honky-tonk Starlight Club.  There was the
purple Cadillac just as Jake had said.  There were dozens of other cars in
the parking lot too.  The Sheriff weighed his options, none of which were
very appealing.  He could just surround the place and go in blazing, but a
lot of innocent folks would get hurt, not the least of which was Shelly
Blalock, and she was worth too much to risk any harm.  Quickly he came up
with a plan that he thought had the least chance anyone getting hurt,
anyone that is except Mad Dog and hopefully his just as nasty brother,
Little D.  He picked up his mike and began giving out instructions to his
deputies.  Once everyone called in that they were in position, the Sheriff
slowly rolled into the crowded parking lot of the honky-tonk.  Reed took a
deep breath and steeled his nerve, then exited the patrol car and alone,
strode boldly to the door.

   *****

   The mob was getting impatient and unruly in the Starlight Club.  As much
as everyone was enjoying seeing the shapely blonde wiggle her awesome tits
and wiggle her sweet ass, everyone was yearning to have a go at her with
his cock.  A few had been with a white woman before, but none had ever had
an opportunity to copulate with a fine bitch like this one.  Black hands
gripped her ankles and then lowered her onto the table.  As Shelly -(TM)s
legs were spread open and her arms were held down over her head, she gave
up all hope of making her phone call until after she had been ravished. 
Horsefly, as agitated as the other black men in the bar, joined the
bartender to stand up on the bar so as to get a better view of the gang
fucking of the white goddess.  At the feel of the bulbous cockhead raking
up and down her slippery snatch, Shelly prepared for the worst, or possibly
the best, night of her life. Suddenly a hush settled in the club.  Mad Dog
was about to push into his  -~ho when he too sensed the change in
atmosphere.  He turned to look behind him and saw the other patrons part
like the Red Sea in a Cecil B.  DeMille epic.  His stomach knotted and his
hard pecker wilted at the sight of the county sheriff striding boldly
towards him.  No one dared mess with the law, especially when the law was
in the form of Sheriff Damien Reed; to do so would definitely ruin not only
your day, but the rest of your life...  if you had a life left to live. The
hands gripping the girl -(TM)s ankles dropped her and disappeared into the
crowd, leaving Mad Dog alone, standing with his pants down and between the
legs of the whore.  Reed quickly surveyed the scene, avoiding direct eye
contact with his prime suspect.  He had Mad Dog right where he wanted him
with his pants down around his ankles, but where was Little D?  He knew
full well that the bastard, where ever he was, was probably angling to
place a shot to his head.  In an instant he decided to ignore Mad Dog for
the moment and keep with his original plan.  Like everyone else in the
imposing presence of Sheriff Reed, Mad Dog moved out of his way. Reed
grabbed Shelly -(TM)s arm and pulled her upright.   -œYou again! - he
roared.   -œDidn -(TM)t I tell you that you can -(TM)t whore in public
without a permit?  You're under arrest for prostitution! - Grabbing her by
her hair, Reed roughly yanked her off the table and then practically
dragged her to the door while he read her rights.   -œYou have the right to
remain silent.  You have the right to an attorney.  Anything you say can
and will be -- - To Reed -(TM)s astonishment, he had Shelly outside. 
-œYou -(TM)re pulling my hair! - she protested as she was shoved
unceremoniously in the back of the police cruiser. By the time Reed made it
behind the wheel, a crowd of half dressed Negros had piled out of the door
to fully witness the extraordinary turn of events.  No one would ever
believe what just happened, but there were too many witnesses who would all
tell the same story.  With lights flashing, Reed tossed rocks and gravel as
he sped from the parking lot of the Starlight Club. Turning partially as he
drove he asked her,  -œShelly, are you all right? -  -œYes!  You pulled my
hair! -  -œSorry, but I had to get you out of there in one piece -- Just
what in hell were you doing in there?  After P-Willy -(TM)s, didn -(TM)t I
tell you and Luke to never pull that sort of stunt ever again? -  -œI didn
-(TM)t -- -  -œChrist, girl, you could have gotten us both killed! -  -œI
-(TM)m sorry, but -- -  -œJust what in hell were you doing in there? - 
-œIt -(TM)s a long story, but Deputy Jones -- -  -œJones has been shot. 
That dude who was fucking you -- -  -œHe didn -(TM)t fuck me -- - 
-œNever mind.  He goes by the name of Mad Dog.  He shot Jones, blew his
dick and balls clean off!  He -(TM)s still alive, barely.  He also shot
Charlie at Charlie -(TM)s Country Crossroads, blew half his head off; he
-(TM)s not alive.  -œThat Mad Dog is a bad one, girl -- he and his brother,
Little D, have reputation for carving up girls like you with a knife after
they -(TM)ve finished with them. -  -œAm I in trouble?  Am I under arrest?
-  -œNo, you -(TM)re not in trouble, you dumb bitch.  But you are under
arrest for your own protection. -  -œDeacon Jones, he -- -  -œNot now,
Shelly, - said Reed as he slowed down at the ambush site.  -œBut, Deacon
Jones, he -- -  -œNot now, damn it! - Reed stopped in the roadway and in
reverse, backed the Crown Vic at high speed off the road and into the
bushes.  -œUnit One to all units, - he spoke into the mike,  -œreport. -
The radio crackled to life.   -œUnit four in position. -  -œUnit six in
position. -  -œUnit three in position. -

   *****

   Mad Dog wasted no time in pulling up his pants and gathering up his
brother.  Joining the crowd outside, they saw the dust still swirling in
the parking lot, but the Sheriff was gone.  Mad Dog nodded to his brother
and they made their way to their purple Cadillac.  Pulling cautiously up to
the highway, they saw a police cruiser to the west, stopped on the road
with its lights flashing, the Deputy stopping cars and checking driver
-(TM)s licenses.  Easing onto the highway so as not to draw attention to
themselves, they headed east, well below the speed limit.

   *****

   Shelly heard the radio crackle to life.   -œUnit two to Unit One. 
Suspects in purple Cadillac on the move east bound. -

   *****

   Mad Dog looked in his rear view mirror and was relieved to see that the
police car was not following them.

   *****

   Reed searched up the road and saw the garish Cadillac approaching.  
-œUnit one to all units.  Bandits in sight.  Wait for my order. - Reed
held the mike to his mouth as the purple Cadillac drove past him.   -œNow!
- he shouted into the mike. Shelly screamed as she was thrown back into
the seat as Reed shot from the bushes and blocked the road.  Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw another police car shoot out from the other side
of the road to block the Cadillac from the front.  A dark tinted window
lowered and Shelly saw the flash and report of a handgun from the suspect
-(TM)s car.  Suddenly all hell broke out from both sides of the road.  The
dark tinted windows of the Cadillac disappeared in an instant, pieces of
the car flew into the air, and the car sagged as tires were shot out. 
Shelly covered her ears and screamed again, but she wasn -(TM)t heard over
the roar of the intense gunfire being laid into the purple Cadillac.
Suddenly there was silence.  After a moment, she heard Reed exclaim, 
-œThose dumb fuckers!  Why didn -(TM)t they just give up?  Now I -(TM)m
going to have the fucking NAACP and ACLU all over my ass for using undue
force!  That race baiting Marxist, Al Sharpton, he -(TM)ll be all over
national television telling everyone that this was all racially motivated!
Shit!  I wanted to see those boys fry for what they did to old Charlie, not
to mention Deputy Jones. - He then stepped out of the car and walked up to
the car with his service revolver drawn.  He opened the door and Shelly saw
a bloodied lifeless body fall onto the pavement.  Suddenly Reed raised his
pistol and shot into the car.  Shelly, feeling ill, passed out in the back
seat.

   *****

   Shelly woke with a start.  Damien Reed was holding her in his arms,
offering her a drink of water.  She greedily gulped the water down to
quench her burning thirst.  -œHey, are you okay? - he asked.  -œWhat
happened? -  -œYou fainted.  All the excitement I suppose.  There, now sit
up.  Say, you -(TM)re not leaking all over my seats again, are you? -
Shelly suddenly was keenly aware of her state of total nudity.   -œMy
clothes --.  Where are my clothes? -  -œYou didn -(TM)t have any clothes
when I found you, remember? -  -œOh, yeah. - Reed held a pair of red slut
slippers.   -œHey, put these on, I found them on the floor of Mad Dog
-(TM)s car. -  -œThose boys! -  -œThose boys are standing before the
Pearly Gates.  Odds are, St.  Peter is not going to let them in. -  -œDid
you shoot -- -  -œDidn -(TM)t have any choice.  He raised his gun and I
defended myself.  Now, don -(TM)t you worry your pretty little head about
scum like that.  World -(TM)s a much better place now without those two. -
Reed gave her tit a playful squeeze and moved to the front.  Picking up the
mike, he called,  -œUnit One to dispatch.  Send a tow truck and a meat
wagon to mile marker 176 on highway 13. -  -œRoger, Unit One. -  -œBe
sure and have that car gone over with a fine tooth comb.  There -(TM)s
probably something in there that will directly link them to the crime
scene. -  -œRoger, Unit One. -  -œDispatch, Unit One. -  -œHave Deputy
Smith consolidate all the reports.  I want them on my desk by tomorrow
morning.  I -(TM)m going home to get some rest.  Do not disturb me for any
reason. -  -œRoger, Unit One. - Reed pulled the car back onto the road,
leaving the details of the murder and subsequent shoot out to his capable
deputies. Shelly sat up and pressed her face up against the cage isolating
the back seat from the front.   -œDamien, I need some clothes. -  -œYou
won -(TM)t need any clothes until tomorrow.  When we get to my place, you
can call your husband and let him know that you -(TM)re spending the night
with me. -  -œBut we don -(TM)t have a phone. -  -œThen don -(TM)t call
him. -

   *****

   It was well past six and Shelly still wasn -(TM)t home.  -œWhere in the
hell is she? - he asked himself as he opened yet another beer.  She wasn
-(TM)t at Jake -(TM)s or he would have seen her through the window.   -~Of
course, maybe she -(TM)s fucking in another room, -(TM) he decided.  He
really wasn -(TM)t in much of a mood to put up with Jake this evening, as
he had decided that if it weren -(TM)t for Jake, he would have never turned
his wife into a whore.  It wasn -(TM)t that he put all the blame on Jake,
for he knew the lion -(TM)s share of blame rested squarely on his
shoulders. Still, if they just hadn -(TM)t moved into this particular house
with these particular neighbors, everything would have been so different.
Now he had to deliver her to Jess Baker and his work gang for a party that
night.  He looked up at the clock and saw that he still had plenty of time
before he was supposed to deliver her for their use and entertainment. 
Still, he wanted to be ready because Big Mike had warned him to never mess
with Jess Baker and he didn -(TM)t want to get on the bad side of the
notorious union thug and enforcer by something as trivial as being late. 
Crushing the empty beer can in his hand, he set out for next door to find
his wife.  As was his custom, he walked right through the back door of and
into the Stringers -(TM) kitchen without knocking.  Not surprisingly, he
found Jake parked at the kitchen table, drinking a beer with his dad, each
with a naked woman in his lap.  Toni was with her father-in-law and the
woman he -(TM)d seen through the bedroom window was in Jake -(TM)s lap. 
The only real surprise was the naked woman in Jake -(TM)s lap had a baby
suckling at her breast.  -œDon -(TM)t ya ever knock, Blalock? - Jake
growled at seeing his neighbor.  -œUh, sorry, I didn -(TM)t think -- - 
-œThat -(TM)s right, ya didn -(TM)t think.  What else is new? - Toni
immediately came to Luke defense.   -œJake, now you stop that right now! -
 -œWhy should I?  He double crossed me! - Jake glared at his startled
neighbor.   -œOh, don -(TM)t give that,  -~What -(TM)s wrong, Jake, old
buddy, old pal, -(TM) crap. -  -œWha -- Why ya got yer dander up? - 
-œYesterday -- Ya said I could take Shelly and let me pay off a debt to my
nigger, Horsefly.  She didn -(TM)t show and god damn it, ya made me look
bad in the eyes of my employee. -  -œShit!  Sorry, Jake.  You can have her
tomorrow.  She got this job at the courthouse with Judge Mecom and she
started yesterday.  I didn -(TM)t know that until after we talked. -  -œI
told you, she had a job, - Toni interjected.  -œHush up, woman! - snapped
her burly husband.   -œLook, I don -(TM)t wanna get into an argument with
ya, Jake.  It was just a scheduling problem, that -(TM)s all. -  -œMade me
look like I don -(TM) keep my word! -  -œI said, I -(TM)m sorry.  Look, by
any chance is Shelly here. -  -œYa see her under the table sucking cock?
-  -œJake, that -(TM)s enough! - scolded Toni.   -œHonestly, you just won
-(TM)t let it go; will you? -  -œYeah, yeah, yeah, - grumbled Jake. 
-œReally, I need to find her, - Luke implored.  -œYa really wanna know
where she is? - asked Jake with an unctuous smile.  -œYeah, I really do!
-  -œLast I heard, she was in bar full of niggers getting fucked by all
comers. -  -œOh, Jake, really!  How can you say such a thing? - Toni
asked thoroughly annoyed with Jake -(TM)s attitude.  -œBecause Horsefly
called me from the bar.  Said she came in stark naked with two black dudes
-- was dancing on a table, shaking those big tits and showing off her
pussy. Oh, she got fucked alright, probably is still getting fucked. - 
-œWhere? -  -œNigger bar called the Starlight Club out on Highway 13. -
Luke turned and rushed out of the house.  -œLuke!  Luke!  Where are goin
-(TM)? -  -œWhere do you think he -(TM)s going, you big ape! - said Toni
as she swatted her husband about the head.

   *****

   Luke pulled into the dark parking lot of the Starlight Club.  He sat for
a minute watching people come and go.  Gathering his courage, he cautiously
entered the bar.  He looked around the dimly lit and smoky room and didn
-(TM)t see anything unusual, just men, black men, enjoying a Friday night
with a few black  -œladies - while other stags hung about on the fringes
or shot pool.  After a moment of looking around for any sign of Shelly, he
noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at him.  In the next moment, six
dudes where walking towards him.  -œHey, white boy! - said one of the
blacks.   -œWha -(TM) ya doin -(TM) here? - From behind him Luke heard, 
-œSorry fellas, but my friend here has gotten lost. - A firm hand gripped
Luke's shoulder and Jake said to him,  -œShe ain -(TM)t here now, Luke.  C
-(TM)mon, let -(TM)s go.  We don -(TM) want no trouble from these folks. -
Once safely outside, Jake told him,  -œDon -(TM) ever go in that joint
alone, Luke.  That -(TM)s their place and they don -(TM) want no white
trash hanging around. -  -œYa said, she was here, Jake. -  -œShe was. 
Now she ain -(TM)t. -  -œWhere is she, Jake? -  -œFuck, I don -(TM) know.
Horsefly said the Sheriff came in and arrested her.  Maybe she -(TM)s with
him. -  -œShit!  I gotta find her, Jake. -  -œTry the jail, but most
likely that -(TM)s not where she -(TM)s serving time. - Without thanking
Jake for saving his ass, Luke ran to his truck and took off for the county
jail.  Jake shrugged and muttered,  -œFuckin -(TM) dumb ass hick. - Luke
didn -(TM)t fare any better at the jail, as she hadn -(TM)t been booked on
any charges.   -œWhere -(TM)s the Sheriff? - he asked the middle-aged
jailer.  -œHome, I suppose. -  -œWhere -(TM)s he live? -  -œI -(TM)m not
giving you that information, sonny, - said the older deputy.  -œMy wife
-(TM)s with him! -  -œThen I -(TM)m sure as hell not going to tell you
where to find him! - the deputy retorted. Having run out of options, Luke
went home on the off chance that Shelly would be there.

   *****

    -œOh, god, yes!  Fuck me.  Fuck me with your big, wonderful dick, -
the blonde slut hissed as the Sheriff -(TM)s prodigious cock sawed in and
out of her very needy pussy.   -œGod, I -(TM)m gonna cum again, Baby.  Oh,
god!  I love your big, big prick!  I love it!  I -- Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!! -

   *****

   Nine o -(TM)clock approached and then faded off into history.  Luke knew
he was in deep, deep shit.  Not only had he agreed to deliver Shelly to
Jess Baker -(TM)s card game tonight at nine o -(TM)clock sharp, but Jess
had already made a down payment of one hundred dollars on her cunt.  How
could he explain that he tried to get her there, but she never came home.
Never mind that he hadn -(TM)t seen her since yesterday morning!  He
considered how Jake had reacted when he had thought that Luke had stiffed
him, and Jake was a good friend!  Jess, he wasn -(TM)t Luke -(TM)s friend
-- in fact he was nobody -(TM)s friend except perhaps to his crew of thugs,
and even then, Jess had a reputation for extracting a pound of flesh for
the slightest disrespect or indignity from even a member of his own crew.
Luke had taken Jess Baker -(TM)s money and failed to deliver the goods as
promised, and Luke was certain that there would be hell to pay.  -~Big
Mike! Big Mike will know what to do! -(TM) he told himself.  Maybe Big Mike
could fix things!  A ray of hope filled his heavy heart and he set off to
confer with his boss.  Pulling up in front of Big Mike -(TM)s home, Luke
was pleased to see his boss -(TM) pickup truck parked on the curb.  As far
as Luke knew, Mike never went anywhere without his truck.  He also saw that
the lights were on in the front living room.  The blinds were tightly
drawn, so he couldn -(TM)t see in, but unmistakably, a light was on in the
living room. Luke knocked on the door, waited a few moments and knocked
again.  He heard muffled voices inside, but no one answered.  He knocked
again, this time with a sense of urgency.  Again, no answer.  He knocked
again and the door came partially open.  -œLuke?  Is that you? - Mike
asked peering through the slightly ajar door. Suddenly the door flew open
wide,  -œHell, come on in, Luke! - the big man invited. Luke stepped
inside and seeing Big Mike dressed only in boxer shorts, stammered,  -œI
-(TM)m sorry if I -(TM)m interrupting something, Mike, but I just gotta
talk to ya. -  -œWell, you are interrupting, Luke, but that -(TM)s okay. I
know you -(TM)ll be discrete. - Mike turned and called out,  -œIt -(TM)s
okay, Vicky, it -(TM)s just Luke. - Out from the hallway a young girl
appeared wearing only the top of a pink see-through teddy that partially
covered only half of her bare ass.  Mike leaned to whisper,  -œGinger
-(TM)s off visiting her mother.  I -(TM)m watching out for her, - he said
nodding towards the partially nude girl.  From the photos he -(TM)d seen,
Luke recognized her as Mike -(TM)s teenaged step-daughter, and like her
mother she had light strawberry blonde hair, only longer.  -œShe had a hot
date tonight, but I made her cancel.  Why let some pimple faced punk fuck
her when I could fuck her for him? -  -œShit, I always thought ya were
bullshittin -(TM) about all that! - Luke whispered.  -œDoes she look like
I -(TM)m bullshitting? -  -œNaw, she sure don -(TM)t. -  -œNow don -(TM)t
you go getting any ideas.  That -(TM)s private stock. -  -œSure, boss. -
Mike offered him a beer, but Luke declined.  Directing him to have a seat
on the sofa, Mike introduced him.   -œVicky, this here is Luke.  He -(TM)s
my best hand on my crew.  Your mother and I party with him and his wife
sometimes, so he knows the score. - With that, Mike unsnapped his boxers
and let them fall to the floor.  Kicking the garment away, he sat next to
Luke and patted the sofa indicating where he wanted Vicki to sit.  -œYou
don -(TM)t mind if I get a blowjob while we talk, do you? -  -œUh, no --
go ahead. - Mike turned to the young teenager,  -œOkay, darling, you were
working on getting me up again.  Don -(TM)t pay him any mind, it -(TM)s
nothing he ain -(TM)t seen before. - The young teen hesitated.  "Come on,
baby, suck it for Daddy. - Cutting a look towards Luke, the half clad girl
knelt before her step-dad and took his flaccid cock in hand.  She smiled at
Luke and then did what Mike wanted her to do.  -œOh yeah, that -(TM)s it,
babygirl. - With the girl busy rooting around in his naked lap, Big Mike
turned to Luke.   -œNow what -(TM)s so damned important you have to talk
about?"  -œShelly. -  -œWhat about Shelly? - Luke went on tell Big Mike
all about the sordid deal he made with Jess Baker and the fact that Shelly
never showed up for him to deliver.  -œOh, fucking hell! - Mike exclaimed,
pushing the girl off his turgid prick.   -œI told you to stay away from
him. I told you not to trifle with him. -  -œCan ya fix it, Mike? - 
-œYou know what -(TM)s going to happen?  Come Monday morning, you -(TM)re
going to be transferred out of my crew, and into Jess Baker -(TM)s crew. 
Then you know what -(TM)s going to happen?  There -(TM)ll be an accident. I
don -(TM)t need to tell you who will have that accident, do I? - Mike
shook his head, the worry was plainly written across his face.   -œIf you
-(TM)re lucky, you won -(TM)t be crippled for life. -  -œCan -(TM)t you
talk to Estrada? -  -œEstrada?  You -(TM)ve already pissed on Estrada! -
-œI thought you were tight with him. -  -œI let him fuck Ginger.  In
return, he does me a favor every now and then.  He -(TM)d gone wild over
Shelly -- Christ, we had it made on easy street, but no -- you fucked up
the deal! -  -œHe can still fuck Shelly. -  -œHe probably will, not that
it will do you or me any good. -  -œYa gotta talk to him, Mike. - 
-œListen, kid, this is the way it is.  Baker is an enforcer, and he -(TM)s
protected by the big union bosses.  He makes sure everyone signs their
union card and makes sure that everyone votes the way they -(TM)re told to
vote.  Sometimes some fool tries to buck the system and Baker deals with
him and makes sure he -(TM)s never a problem ever again.  Estrada, he does
what Baker tells him to do.  You understand, Estrada couldn -(TM)t help you
even he wanted to and right now, he could care less what happens to you. -
 -œOh, shit!  What am I gonna do? -  -œYou don -(TM)t show up for work on
Monday. -  -œI -(TM)ll get fired. - Big Mike snorted,  -œFired?  Son, you
need to find another job! -  -œYa, mean, I gotta quit? -  -œYou want to
be a cripple the rest of your life? -  -œNo, but -- -  -œThere are no
buts!  Stay away from the rail yards.  Find something else to do. -  -œHow
am I gonna pay for my house? -  -œKid, take my advice.  Leave the house
and move away.  Come Monday morning and you don -(TM)t show up for work,
Baker is going to know where you live.  Don -(TM)t be there Monday night.
You understand?  Otherwise Shelly might be hurt too. -

   *****

   Afraid to go home and face his wife, David curled up in the back room of
his bookstore.  Before he left for work that morning, Julia had told him
that she was going to  -œcut his balls off -.  It was an idle threat, but
one that he took to heart.



   Chapter 29 - THE BUY OUT

   Luke and Shelly's debts are bought out by her new employer, or at least
most of them.  Still, there are major problems for Luke...

   Approaching midnight and basking in the afterglow of a great sex
session, Damien Reed stroked Shelly -(TM)s full breasts as she languorously
waited to be taken yet again.   -œListen, we have some business to discuss,
- he said softly playing with a nipple ring.  -œWhat kind of business, -
she listlessly replied.  -œYou.  You and your pussy. -  -œYou like my
pussy? -  -œI love your pussy, Shelly.  Love your tits too.  But
seriously, the Judge and I had a talk this afternoon after you had left the
courthouse to go home. -  -œI didn -(TM)t go home, remember.  Deacon Jones
took me -- -  -œI know, I know.  He won -(TM)t be able to hurt you ever
again.  I should have fired him last week when he was mistreating you. - 
-œWhy didn -(TM)t you? -  -œHe -(TM)s a vindictive man and he would have
caused a lot of problems, not only for you, but for me as well.  Besides,
he was good officer. -  -œHe -(TM)s a creep! -  -œMaybe so, but -- forget
about him.  He probably won -(TM)t live through the night. -  -œOhhhh, don
-(TM)t say that! - she cried.   -œI don -(TM)t hate him that much.  I don
-(TM)t hate anyone that much! -  -œYou are the best, you know that.  You
-(TM)re drop dead gorgeous, a total whore and you -(TM)re a sweet, sweet
girl. -  -œIs that a compliment? -  -œI forgot to add that you -(TM)re
the best fuck in the county and you give the best blowjobs. -  -œWell,
that is a compliment. -  -œLike I was saying, the Judge and I had
conversation about you and Jake Stringer. -  -œJake?  What about Jake? -
-œYou -(TM)re his whore. - "I only do what my husband asks of me," she
defensively replied. "Like I said," Reed continued, "you're Jake's whore."
-œYou have a problem with that, Sheriff? - she asked coquettishly.  -œNot
exactly.  The problem is the business deals he made on your husband -(TM)s
behalf. -  -œWe needed a new roof, a new refrigerator and we needed to get
the truck fixed.  Jake arranged all that and I -(TM)m happy to help Luke
out, - she dutifully defended.  -œWhat the Judge has in mind for you is
much more than petty whoring.  Your pussy is worth a lot to us.  You proved
that with the governor and with the banker.  Now the Judge strongly
believes in the sanctity of a contract, so he proposes to buy out your
outstanding contracts.  I -(TM)ll speak with Jake tomorrow and make a deal
with him. -  -œYou mean I can -(TM)t have sex with anyone? -  -œYou can
have sex with whomever you please, but you -(TM)re not going to be whored
out at PawPaw Quibly -(TM)s cock fight tomorrow night.  In the meantime, we
-(TM)ll take care of the outstanding balance for the truck.  The
refrigerator -- I know Jake -(TM)s daddy -- I can -(TM)t do anything about
that, so you -(TM)ll just have to continue spreading them for the old man.
-  -œIs that all? -  -œNo, suck my dick, sweetheart, I -(TM)ve got a need
to have my cock up inside you. -  -œAgain? -  -œYes, again.  You
complaining? -  -œOh, not all. -

   *****

   Sunday morning, the pounding on the front door woke Toni first.  She
poked Jake in the side.  He snorted and then continued to snore as the
incessant knocking continued.  -œJake!  Jake!  Jake! - she called while
shaking his hairy shoulder.  -œWha? -  -œJake, someone -(TM)s at the door!
-  -œWha? -  -œSomeone -(TM)s at the door.  Go see who it is. - The big
man started awake and tried to roll out of bed like he always did, except
that Toni was in the way.  He rolled the other way, and was blocked by
Megan -(TM)s nude form.  He sat upright and glanced around the familiar
bedroom, except it was different somehow.  Then as the knocking continued
he realized it was because of the new crib in the room, the crib where his
new son slept soundly.   -œShit, they -(TM)ll wake the baby, - he muttered
as he scrambled out of the sack. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was
only seven fifteen AM.   -œWhat the fuck? - he cursed softly.  Per his
usual, he didn -(TM)t bother putting anything on, preferring to answer the
door in the nude at this time of morning.  Brazenly he opened the door,
relishing the chance to shock and offend anyone who would dare disturb him
this early on a Saturday morning.   -œReed!  Ya know what time it is? - 
-œWe need to talk, Jake. -  -œWell, shit, come on in then. - Jake turned
and plopped down on the sofa while the Sheriff closed the door behind him.
-œHave a seat, Sheriff! - he offered pointing to a club chair.  -œNow what
in fuck is so important this time of day? -  -œShelly Blalock, - the
Sheriff said.  -œOh, did ya get her out of that bar, last night? -  -œYes,
I did, and I want to thank you for the tip. -  -œWhat tip? -  -œThe
purple Cadillac.  We were looking for it in connection with an armed
robbery and double homicide. -  -œYa don -(TM)t say?  Well, ya really need
to thank my boy, Horsefly.  He called me and told me what was goin -(TM)
on. I knew there was trouble afoot, so I called you.  -œYa arrest those two
guys? -  -œNot exactly.  Let -(TM)s just say the taxpayers have been
spared the expense of a trial. -  -œOh, I see...  Well, is that all you
wanted; to thank me? -  -œNo, I'm here on another matter. - Jake's eyes
got big and he jumped up,  -œOh, wait here!  I -(TM)ve got something to
show ya! - His hairy naked bulk disappeared into the house, a moment later
he came out holding his baby son.   -œSheriff Reed, met my new son, Jake,
Jr.! - the proud father beamed.  -œI didn -(TM)t know Toni was pregnant.
-  -œShe wasn -(TM)t.  I knock up Megan.  Ya remember Megan, don -(TM)t
ya? Toni -(TM)s friend. -  -œOh, yeah.  Nice fuck, - replied the Sheriff
as he offered the child a big finger to grab.  The now awake the baby
declined the finger, but cried out lustily.  -œTime for some titty sucking,
- Jake quipped as he turned to take the hungry child to its mother -(TM)s
breast.  After a moment, Jake returned scratching his head.  -œYou want to
get dressed? - the Sheriff asked still amazed at Jake -(TM)s brazenness
after all these years.  -œNaw, now that I -(TM)m awake, once you -(TM)re
gone, I -(TM)m gonna mount the kid -(TM)s mama and fuck the hell out her.
Why bother getting dressed? -  -œI suppose you have a point, Jake, - Reed
chuckled.  -œNow, let -(TM)s get to business. - As the men began to talk,
Toni had risen and prepared coffee and delivered it, modestly covered with
a thin robe.   -œGood morning, Damien, - she cheerily greeted handing Reed
a cup of black coffee while letting her robe fall open for his benefit.
Sliding his free hand over her tit, he responded,  -œYou -(TM)re just as
cute as ever, Toni.  But, I -(TM)ll have to decline your invitation this
morning.  Rain check? -  -œOh, pooh! - she pouted.   -œWhat -(TM)s a girl
gotta do to get laid?  Well, as a taxpayer of this town, I expect you to
collect on that rain check, Sheriff, and sooner rather than later. - 
-œLeave the man alone, Toni, - her husband grumbled.   -œWe -(TM)re
talking business, not pussy. - Reed and Jake -(TM)s eyes met and the two
old friends laughed at Jake -(TM)s little joke.  -œNow, O -(TM)Ryan and
Henderson, they -(TM)ll be no problem, - stated Jake.   -œThey -(TM)ll
take the money gladly, so long as they can still get a little now and then.
-  -œThat -(TM)s no problem, - replied Reed.   -œWhat she does in private
is her business. -  -œI -(TM)m glad to hear ya say that,  -~cause I -(TM)m
gonna be between those legs a lot, no matter what ya say.  She -(TM)s my
whore. -  -œYes, she is your whore, Jake, but from now on that -(TM)s for
personal use only.  No whoring her out at P-Willy -(TM)s, or Quibly -(TM)s,
or any other place. -  -œSee, now that -(TM)s a problem, Damien.  Both the
Quibly -(TM)s and I are expectin -(TM) her to turn us a nice profit at the
cock fight tonight. -  -œNo, absolutely not!  Work something out with
Jetter and his old man. -  -œWhat if they won -(TM)t cooperate? - Jake
reasonably asked.  -œYou tell them that if they don -(TM)t cooperate, I
-(TM)ll shut their ass down! - Reed declared.  Jake was certain he meant
it too.  -œYa can -(TM)t be serious? -  -œI am serious, Jake.  You whoring
her out comes to an end, right now.  Work something out. -  -œHmmmm, maybe
that -(TM)ll work? -  -œWhat, Jake? -  -œNever mind, but I -(TM)ll take
care of it. -  -œGood, then it -(TM)s settled, - Reed said and prepared
to go about his business.  -œWait a minute!  Twice, I've promised Horsefly
that he could have a go at her.  Twice! -  -œNo, Jake. -  -œLook, if it
weren -(TM)t for Horsefly, ya might not have found Shelly and those fellas
as quick as ya did.  He -(TM)s a hero.  I can -(TM)t go back on my promise
to him, Reed.  I can -(TM)t and I won -(TM)t!  It just ain -(TM)t right! -
 -œOkay, okay.  Just this once, you can give her ass to this Horsefly. 
Deal? -  -œYa got a deal, Sheriff! -

   *****

   Luke didn -(TM)t sleep a wink that night.  Right away Shelly noticed
when she got in that something was wrong, but he wouldn -(TM)t tell her
what.  Of course she figured that he was upset that she had slept out the
past two nights.  She wanted to tell him what had happened these past two
days, but he was disinterested at best.  Finally she hit upon the huge pay
check she -(TM)s received, but she couldn -(TM)t show that to him because
it was still in Deputy Jones -(TM) car along with her the pretty dress the
Judge bought her.  Tired from a night of fornicating with the Sheriff, she
really couldn -(TM)t concentrate of getting to the bottom of Luke -(TM)s
morose mood.  Besides, she already thought she knew what the problem was
and to her, it was no big deal as it was direct consequence of doing what
he had wanted and demanded that she do.   -~He -(TM)ll get over it, -(TM)
she confidently told herself. Needing to get some sleep, she took off the
baggy sweat shirt and sweat pants the Sheriff had given her this morning
and sprawled out onto her bed.  Just as she was about to doze off, her nap
was interrupted by Toni and Megan who came by to show her Jake -(TM)s baby.
As the three women oooed-and-awed over the young boy, Jake came by and
fetched Luke to take care of business.  Jake explained the new situation to
Luke, but Luke was beyond caring.  Everything else was a trivial matter
considering his problem with Jess Baker.  Listlessly he half listened to
Jake's plan to buy out Shelly -(TM)s contract with O -(TM)Ryan and the
Henderson.  His only role was to peel off the money from the roll of bills
Jake had handed to him to pay off his creditors.  Things didn -(TM)t go so
smoothly over at the Quilby -(TM)s.  Jake, Jetter and the old man got into
a heated argument, but Luke wasn -(TM)t interested even though it was his
wife -(TM)s pussy that the three men were talking about.  A deal was made,
even though the terms were quite fuzzy to Luke.  The Quibly -(TM)s and Jake
all seemed to be satisfied, so whatever it was, it was fine with him. 
Again he peeled off several hundred dollars to buy out the contract on his
wife -(TM)s ass.  As they drove back into town, Luke realized that he still
had at least a hundred dollars still in his pocket.   -œJake, I got a
problem that I need yer help with. -  -œWhat kind of problem? - Luke
proceeded to tell him about his dilemma with Jess Baker, but left out most
everything concerning the seriousness of the possible retribution against
him.  -œLook, I ain -(TM)t got nothin -(TM) to do with that deal, - Jake
said declining to help him out,  -œbut if ya want, I -(TM)ll ride over with
ya and watch yer back.  Look, I can -(TM)t be part of selling her ass
anymore, ya got that?  What ya do with yer wife is none of my business.  I
can -(TM)t afford to get crossways with Sheriff Reed and Judge Mecom, and
quite frankly, neither can ya. - Knowing that Baker wouldn -(TM)t try
anything with a witness around, Luke directed Jake to the address he still
had in pocket.  While Jake waited in his truck, Luke walked up to the door
and knocked.  The door opened and there stood Jess Baker towering over Luke
-(TM)s smaller frame.  -œWell, well, well, if ain -(TM)t the little boy who
can -(TM)t control his slut whore of a wife. -  -œJess, look, I didn
-(TM)t mean to not to deliver.  She never came home last night.  Here
-(TM)s your money back. - Baker took the cash and stuffed it in his
pocket.  -œSo ya think that -(TM)s all there is?  Ya think this over?  Ya
made me look bad in the eyes of my men. -  -œJess, I said I was sorry. 
She never came home. -  -œI ain -(TM)t interested in yer problems, sonny
boy, I -(TM)m only interested in the problems ya made for me.  Ya
understand?  I told ya what would happen if ya crossed me and ya crossed
me. -  -œLook, how about tomorrow night?  I -(TM)ll bring her. -  -œI
already told ya, ya cross me and we -(TM)d just take her slut ass whenever
we wanted.  I intend on taking her too, just you see, and I ain -(TM)t
paying a dime for it.  Now beat it, ya frigging weasel before I lose my
temper with ya and do something we -(TM)ll both regret.  Returning to the
truck, Jake asked,  -œHow -(TM)d it go? -  -œNot real good, - the younger
man replied.  "Holy fuck, Jake.  I'm in deep, deep shit."

   *****

   With their business finished, Luke was surprised that Jake didn -(TM)t
head right home, but instead detoured to the black section of town. 
Pulling up to a rundown trailer that was hardly bigger than a camper, Jake
stopped and told Luke to wait for him.  By that time the heat of the day
had set in and it was hot sitting the truck out in the sun.  Luke, used to
the heat, hardly broke a sweat as Jake talked to an enormously large black
guy who was stripped down to a pair of shorts.  He couldn -(TM)t hear what
was being said, but the black guy seemed to be very happy about whatever
Jake was telling him.  It surprised Luke to see Jake wave for to him to
come join them.  Luke shrugged and exited the cab of Jake -(TM)s pickup and
then followed the two inside the shabby trailer.  Once inside, Luke was
appalled at the squalor; this was worse, much worse than the trailer he and
Shelly had lived in before buying the house.  -œMassa Luke, ah -(TM)m
pleased t -(TM)meet ya! - the big black greeted with a toothy smile.  Luke
took the offered hand and was amazed at the size and strength this man
possessed.   -œHorsefly here is gonna roll us up a number, - explained
Jake.  Luke was no stranger to weed, but it had been some time since he had
access to it from a high school buddy.  Toking up, he felt the familiar
curtain slowly descending, giving everything around him a surreal look. 
Jake was definitely in a celebratory mood, and Luke chalked it up to the
new baby.  Generously he paid Horsefly for a half gallon bottle of cheap
wine that was in the refrigerator, passing it around for all to partake in
to sooth the harshness in their throats.  As he got more and more stoned,
Luke forgot about his problem with Jess Baker and just enjoyed the
comradery with the other two men.  The dichotomy between Jake and big black
struck Luke as odd.  First there appeared to be a genuine fondness between
the two, yet there was no doubt as to who stood where in the pecking order
of things.  Then the strangest thing of all happened.  Jake told Luke that
he wanted to show him something.  He then told Horsefly to stand and drop
his pants.  To Luke -(TM)s surprise , the big black did just that.  Not
only that, but to Luke's utter amazement, Jake took the man -(TM)s huge
cock in his hand saying,  -œI wanted ya to see this, Luke.  Ya ever seen a
dick this big before?  Now old Sheriff Reed, he -(TM)s a big cocked bastard
too, but he don -(TM)t compare to Horsefly. - By the time Jake finished
talking about the huge black cock in his hand it had swollen to a truly
monumental size.  Jake began to laugh, almost hysterically, and the
laughter was soon infectious, even though Luke had no idea why he was
laughing so hard, other than the whole cock show had been outrageous.  Once
the infectious laughter had died down, another smoke was passed around and
the mental haze thickened.  To Luke it now seemed perfectly normal that the
black guy was and remained totally naked.  It also seemed to be perfectly
normal when Jake instructed his helper to lie back and beat off.  Horsefly,
always eager to please his boss, did just that and ejaculated an amount of
semen that was nearly supernatural.  As distracted as he was by his
situation with Jess Baker and then with the impaired mental capabilities as
they started smoking pot, Luke never did realize that this was the black
that Jake wanted Shelly to fuck.  Instead he was simply drifting in a
surreal world where everything and anything was very funny. With the time
distortion brought on by the weed, Luke had no idea how long they stayed in
the cramped squalid trailer, but the fresh air blowing through the cab of
the truck seemed to have revived him somewhat by the time they arrived back
at Jake -(TM)s.  It didn -(TM)t surprise Luke that Jake was ready to rut
when they arrived, but Jake -(TM)s two women weren't home.  With no pussy
available, he took Luke to the Jenkins -(TM) house where Julia was tied up
to her bed.  Luke followed Jake up the stairs and through the shattered
doorway.  Luke was stunned by what he saw.  Jake immediately addressed his
captive,  -œHi, ya, slut.  Ya ready to be fucked? - He was even more
stunned to hear the unpleasant woman beg Jake to take her and put his baby
inside her.  Still stoned, he watched like a zombie as Jake fucked the
howling, begging woman.  Having completed the act, Jake dismounted the
still bound woman and offered her to Luke.  Stoned or not, Luke wasn -(TM)t
about to rape anyone, Julia Jenkins in particular and he fled the house. 
In the safety of his own kitchen he heard noises, familiar noises, the
sounds of the bed squeaking rhythmically.   -œThat slut is in there fuckin
-(TM) somebody, - he muttered.  Not caring who was enjoying his comely
wife, he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.  The cold liquid
felt heavenly on his parched throat.   -~Must be O -(TM)Ryan, -(TM) he
thought, then he remembered that O -(TM)Ryan had been paid off.   -~Can
-(TM)t be Henderson either, -(TM) he reasoned.  Curious as to who was
screwing his wife, he went and stood in the doorway to watch the copulation
taking place.   -~He -(TM)s a big fucker, -(TM) he thought as he took a sip
of beer.  He laughed inwardly at the sight of his wife -(TM)s toes curled
up as her feet bounced about in the air.  It was quite a show, the stoned
and drunken husband thought. The man -(TM)s motions became erratic and Luke
knew that the bastard, whoever he was, was sperming his wife -(TM)s cunt.
He stopped thrusting altogether and a few moments later, rolled off to the
side.  As the two men -(TM)s eyes met, there was instant recognition by
both men.  Luke -(TM)s stomach knotted as he looked into the baby face of
Jess Baker who was grinning broadly.   -œWhere ya been, kid? - the big
neckless man asked grinning.   -œAfter our little talk, I decided, what the
hell, I paid for it, so I might as well enjoy it.  And let me tell ya, I
really enjoyed it.  So did the little lady.  Yes, siree, ya got a mighty
fine piece of ass here, kid, mighty fine.  -œSay, ya want sloppy seconds? I
-(TM)ve been pounding this slut for nearly two hours and she ain -(TM)t
near ready to quit! - Baker rose from Luke -(TM)s bed and slowly dressed.
By that time, Shelly was aware that her husband was home and she sat up to
gauge his reaction.  She could tell that he was angry, very angry and
waited for him to explode into a rage.  Baker slipped on his shoes, turned
to Shelly and said,  -œNice to see you again, whore.  I -(TM)ll see ya
again soon.  Promise. - Buttoning his shirt, Baker slowly approached Luke
who was still standing in the doorway.  He stopped about a foot from Luke
who was standing his ground, still wondering how he could take this guy
down.   -œShe -(TM)s a fine fuck, boy; mighty fine," the grinning bully
taunted.  "I -(TM)ll see ya Monday at the shop.  Now be a good boy and say,
 -~Yes, sir, -(TM) and get the fuck out of my way. -  -~Think, think,
think, -(TM) Luke was saying to himself.  Suddenly his feet were raked out
from under him and he hit the floor with a thud.  As Baker stepped over
him, he made sure that he stepped on Luke -(TM)s left hand with his heavy
work boot.   -œAhhh! - Luke cried out.  -œOh, sorry, boy.  I didn -(TM)t
see ya down there, - Baker said in a parting shot. Before the front door
slammed shut, Shelly was at her husband -(TM)s side, nursing his hand.  
-œAre you alright, Luke?  Are you alright? -  -œYeah, yeah, yeah, I -(TM)m
fine!  I -(TM)m fine! - he declared while pulling his hand away from his
wife.   -œHe did that on purpose! -  -œYa think? -  -œHe did.  I saw him.
-  -œYa have fun with him, Shelly? - Luke asked sourly.  -œYes, I mean --
I thought he was a friend of yours from work.  I remember seeing him -- -
-œSeeing him?  Ya mean screwing him! -  -œHe said you owed him and that
you told him to come over and to do whatever he wanted with me. -  -œDid
he?  Did he do whatever he wanted to ya? -  -œYes -- You mean you didn
-(TM)t send him over here? -  -œNo, goddamnit, I didn -(TM)t send him over
here to screw ya! -  -œOh, Baby, I -(TM)m sorry!  I -(TM)m sorry!  I, I
didn -(TM)t know. - Luke got to his feet and kicked a pillow across the
room.   -œAw, shit, Shelly!  This should -(TM)ve never happened!  It -(TM)s
all my fault!  What a fucking mess I -(TM)ve made. -  -œWhy did he say you
owed him? -  -œI do owe him!  Shit! -  -œWhy do you owe him.  Luke? - 
-œBecause I sold yer ass to him for last night; him and his crew.  We
needed the money and I didn -(TM)t think ya mind.  I never should of done
that.  Never! -  -œIt -(TM)s okay, baby.  It -(TM)s okay.  I -(TM)m not
mad at you, Luke.  If you wanted me to do that, I would have done it.  You
know that. -  -œYeah, I know that!  Boy, do I know that! -  -œDon -(TM)t
be angry with me, Luke. -  -œI ain -(TM)t angry with ya, Shel.  I -(TM)m
angry with myself.  Fuck!  He -(TM)ll be back, ya know. -

   *****

   Luke went out back to get some fresh air and to think things over.  
-~How am I gonna tell Shelly that I gotta quit my job?  How am I gonna tell
her that we -(TM)re gonna have to move?  Move where?  Aw, Jesus, I -(TM)ve
really fucked things up. -(TM) He was nowhere nearer a solution to his
problems when Jake poked his head out of the Jenkins -(TM) backdoor.  
-œHey, Luke!  C -(TM)mere! -  -œI ain -(TM)t having no part of that shit,
Jake. -  -œWhat are ya talking about? -  -œRape, that -(TM)s what! - 
-œRape?  Who -(TM)s raping who?  Oh, her!  Hey, I ain -(TM)t raping her, I
-(TM)m fucking her.  She loves it! -  -œOh, yeah, right! - Jake frowned
and disappeared briefly inside.  To Luke -(TM)s astonishment, Julia stepped
outside completely nude.  She didn -(TM)t appear to be distraught in the
least.  He saw Jake poke at her from behind the door and then whisper
something in her ear.  She turned and asked sweetly,  -œLuke, would you
like a glass of iced tea? -  -œIce tea? - Jake whispered something else
to her.  Julia turned and giggling said,  -œHow about if you come inside
and I -(TM)ll suck your dick? -  -œMy Lord, - Luke intoned,  -œif this
don -(TM)t beat all. - Luke looked back at his house where his wife was
and then looked back at the naked neighbor woman.   -~She ain -(TM)t half
bad, -(TM) Luke assessed.   -œWhy, thank ya, kindly, Ma -(TM)am," he
replied with a smile.  "I think I will have a glass of iced tea. - As soon
as he said that, she and Jake disappeared inside, leaving the door open for
Luke. The effects of the marijuana had pretty much dissipated, so Luke was
fairly sure that he wasn -(TM)t just seeing things.  As incredible as it
was, Julia Jenkins, self-righteous prude and all around nasty neighbor, had
in fact come outside nude and asked him if he wanted a blowjob.  -œThis has
been a weird ass day, - he said in wonder.  Taking a parting glance back
towards his house, Luke crossed the common driveway and entered the Jenkins
-(TM) home.  When he stepped inside the kitchen he saw Jake, sitting in a
chair with Julia sitting on his lap.  They were both obviously naked.  
-œUh, where -(TM)s David? - At the mention of the name of her husband,
Julia -(TM)s expression turned into one which he was very familiar with.  
-œI -(TM)ll have to pick him up later, - answered Jake.  Julia immediately
snapped her head around to look at Jake.  -œNow, now, now, be good, - Jake
said in a soothing voice meant to calm her.   -œWhy don -(TM)t ya tell Luke
here, about our new arrangement? - Julia snapped back around to face to
Luke and in a strange, almost robotic tone declared,  -œI -(TM)m Jake
-(TM)s whore -- just like your slut wife. -  -œJesus, Jake.  What did ya
do to her? -  -œWhat all women need and want.  Fucked her.  Fucked her
until she was begging for more.  She loves to fuck.  -œDon -(TM)cha, slut?
Now be a good little whore and give our good neighbor here a nice dick
sucking. - Julia immediately moved from Jake -(TM)s lap.  It wasn -(TM)t
until she knelt before Luke did he notice that her hands were tied behind
her back.  Once in position, she looked up a Luke with an expression of
anticipation.  -œYer gonna hav -(TM)ta help her out, Luke, - stated Jake.
-œI ain -(TM)t gonna rape her, - replied Luke.  -œWho said anything about
rape?  She -(TM)ll suck ya off, willingly.  -œAin -(TM)t that right, slut?
- Luke glanced back down at the kneeling and bound woman and saw that her
expression had not changed as she looked up at him.  -œLook Luke, I -(TM)m
promising ya, just take yer dick out and she -(TM)ll do the raping. - Luke
reasoned that the effects of the powerful weed they had smoked at Horsefly
-(TM)s trailer was still having a lingering effect.  It had been a strange
and difficult day for him and he wasn -(TM)t at all sure what was real and
what he imagined.  Finding Jess Baker helping himself to his wife, that
seemed real enough, especially considering the throbbing pain that still
lingered in his hand.  But this whole deal with Julia, Julia the Terrible,
it just couldn -(TM)t be real -- or could it?  -œShe -(TM)s learning what
it really means to love thy neighbor, - chuckled Jake.   -œNow give the
lady what she wants, Luke. -  -œWhat the hell, - muttered Luke as he
unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock.  He really expected her to
start screaming, so he was surprised when Julia leaned forward and gobbled
up his dick.  -œThat -(TM)s it, slut, suck his dick, - growled Jake as he
stretched his barefoot forward and goosed her between the legs.  Luke was
expecting her to protest the degrading molestation, but she continued to
suck and even spread her knees apart to give Jake's foot better access to
her cunt. After a minute or so of apparently toe fucking her, Jake withdrew
his foot.  Holding his foot up so that Luke could see he said,  -œLook at
how wet she is, Luke.  Wet and ready. - Jake then rose and pulled Julia
from Luke -(TM)s now hardened pecker.  Quickly he positioned her on her
knees, hands still tied behind her back with her face pressed sideways
against the kitchen floor.  A moment later Jake was sliding into her cunt
with an exaggerated cartoonish expression of bliss while Julia moaned in
approval.  -œMan, ya gotta try some of this low mileage pussy, Luke, - the
big man said as he fucked the bound woman. Pulling his glistening rod from
the prostrate woman, Jake told Luke,  -œNow Luke, it -(TM)s time ya love
yer neighbor like the Good Book says ya should. - By this time all doubts
that Luke had about rape verses consent were gone and he quickly unsnapped
and unzipped his jeans.  As he kicked is jeans free from his ankles, Jake
said,  -œLook, Julia.  Ole Luke here -(TM)s gonna give ya some dick, slut.
Now just ya relax.  Yer pussy was meant to be fucked, so just enjoy the
Lord -(TM)s greatest gift. - Jake then sat back down to watch his conquest
be taken.  It especially pleased him that Julia was pushing her hips back
as Luke fucked her from behind.   -œBe sure and cum in her cunt, Luke.  She
likes it better that way. -

   *****

   Luke was pleased to see Shelly cooking when he returned from the
Jenkins. Looking back over her shoulder from the stove and the frying pork
chops Shelly asked,  -œWhere have you been? -  -œI was just next door. -
-œYou go to see the baby or its mother? -  -œUh, neither. -  -œYou
-(TM)re not angry with me, are you, Luke? - asked Shelly.  -œNo, baby.  I
just stepped out to think and Jake called to help him out with something.
-  -œOh, okay. -  -œUh, ya ain -(TM)t goin -(TM) to the cock fights
tonight.  Me and Jake took care of that.  Roof -(TM)s all done and taken
care of. - Seemingly unconcerned with her husband's the good news, Shelly
said,  -œSheriff came a little while ago while you were gone and returned a
few things of mine from Deacon Jones -(TM) police car. -  -œWhat things?
- her husbanded asked suspecting that she had been screwing again. 
-œWell, my dress and my paycheck! - Shelly reached over to the counter,
picked up the pay check and handed to her husband. Luke was about to ask
her why her dress was in Deputy Jones -(TM) car, but once he saw the
magnitude of her first paycheck, all questions of Shelly out fucking Deacon
Jones became irrelevant.  Instead he uttered a low whistle and said, 
-œThat judge ya work for, he really must like ya. -  -œI really think he
does.  He -(TM)s a sweetie. -  -œTell me something, Shel.  Are ya planning
on leaving me? -  -œNo!  What on earth makes you ask such a question? - 
-œIt just that -- well, yer so pretty and all, and everybody wants to screw
ya, and I jus -(TM) figured that maybe the Sheriff and ya -- ya know? - 
-œNo, I don -(TM)t know.  Damien likes me and likes to screw me and all,
but I don -(TM)t think he -(TM)s interested in taking me away from you,
Luke.  For one thing, I have a husband, secondly he -(TM)s too busy and --
-  -œWere ya really there when they shot those two fellas? -  -œYes, -
she replied in a whisper.   -œThey just shot them down like dogs? - She
had tried not to think about everything she had seen, but one thing she did
remember --  -œThose two boys, they fired first, Luke.  Sheriff is really
upset that they didn -(TM)t just give up. -  -œIt -(TM)s just all the
rumors I -(TM)ve heard about him over the years, - Luke replied.   -œAre
any of those rumors true? -  -œI don -(TM)t know, Luke.  I really don
-(TM)t know.  All I know is that he walked into that bar all alone, just
like at P-Willy -(TM)s.  Everyone in that room was afraid of him.  He
grabbed me, hauled me outside and no one tried to stop him.  Then those
boys drove to where he and his men were waiting for them, blocked the road
and all the shooting started.  They should have just given up. -  -œHow
did ya wind up naked with those two boys? -  -œDeacon Jones -- He started
it.  He -- - Shelly -(TM)s explanation of the events of Friday afternoon
was interrupted when Jake strode into the kitchen as if he owned the place.
 -œLuke, ya need to have Shelly -(TM)s ass over at the Quibly -(TM)s before
eight o -(TM)clock. - Turning to Shelly, he said,  -œWear this, slut, -
as he tossed a red bikini onto the table.  -œWhat the hell, Jake?  We had
that all settled, - said Luke.  -œWe did settle it and ya was there.  Ya
know the deal. -  -œI thought -- -  -œThere ya go, thinkin -(TM) again!
- said Jake with a shake of his head.  -œBut -- -  -œNo buts about it, a
deal is a deal and we made a deal today just like the Sheriff wanted.  If
ya recall, Luke, she won -(TM)t be used as a whore tonight after the
fights, but she will be in the big show. -  -œThe show? -  -œYeah, the
show.  There -(TM)s gonna be drawing. -  -œYa said, no dogs, Jake! - 
-œAin -(TM)t gonna be no dogs, Luke!  Shit, didn -(TM)t ya hear anything we
said?   -~Cause ya certainly gave yer blessings on the deal.  Now, she
-(TM)s gonna be the night -(TM)s finale.  Ya know, give the crowd a thrill
and a chance to win a suck or a fuck -- that -(TM)s all.  No dogs!  Shit,
what -(TM)s with ya today?  That -(TM)s the deal we made to pay off yer
debt on the roof.  After the show is over, ya can take her home.  -œNow, ya
think ya can find yer way out there without getting -(TM) lost?  I gotta
take care of providing some alternate entertainment, so I can -(TM)t drive
ya.  Is that asking too damned much of ya, Luke? -  -œOkay, okay, okay --
I just thought -- -  -œDamn it, Luke.  Don -(TM)t think.  Just do it or
the whole fuckin -(TM) deal is off! -



   Chapter 30 - SHOWTIME

   Room With A View Concludes - With the help of Shelly's admirers, Luke
gets a helping hand while Jake makes good on his promises...

   During the ride out into the country to the Quibly  -œfarm -, neither
Luke nor Shelly said much.  Both were relieved that after tonight, their
obligation to the loathsome Quibly clan would be at an end, yet neither
were sure that it would be as simple as Jake said it would be.  As Luke
pulled to the gate, a bare foot and shirtless boy demanded five dollars to
enter.  Luke explained as best he could that they weren -(TM)t there as
spectators.  The boy steadfastly demanded the five dollars for entry and
parking on the grounds, and wasn -(TM)t in the least persuaded by Luke.
Grumbling,  -œI gotta pay five bucks just to bring my wife here to be
fucked, - he dug out a five dollar bill.  He handed the money to the
scruffy looking kid who then immediately ran to open the gate. Once he was
parked and they were ready to go inside, another boy demanded,  -œAdmission
is ten dollars each, Mista. -  -œI -(TM)m just bringing her to be in the
show, - explained Luke.  -œTen dollars each. -  -œLook, go get Jetter and
he -(TM)ll explain it. -  -œI ain -(TM)t got time to find Uncle Jetter,
Mista, - said the boy.   -œBesides, it ain -(TM)t gonna do ya no good. 
Ten dollars each and no exceptions.  That -(TM)s PawPaw -(TM)s rules and I
ain -(TM)t getting -(TM) my ass beat for nuttin -(TM)! - Realizing there
was no use in arguing with the boy, Luke reluctantly handed over another
twenty dollars and then escorted his comely wife, carrying her costume for
the evening in a bag, into the arena barn.  Luke looked around, trying to
figure out where he was supposed to take Shelly and noticed the place was
only moderately crowded as the cock fights weren -(TM)t to begin for
another half hour or so.  To his relief, he saw Jake striding up to him.

   *****

   "Turn around, cunt." Shelly turned modeling the skimpy red string bikini
for the group of men gathered in her makeshift dressing room. "She's damned
near fallin' out of dat thang," observed Uncle Chester. "Jump up and down
fer us," PawPaw demanded.  Shelly jumped and the breakaway halter strap
gave way allowing the skimpy top to fall away from her tits.  A roar of
appreciative laughter filled the room. "Perfect!" commented Jake.  "Wha'ya
think, Luke?" Knowing he had no say in the matter, Luke shrugged. "Better
do it again, just to make sure," said Jetter.  "Let me fix up that top for
you, honey. "That's it.  Now, jump." "Hot damn!" exclaimed PawPaw. 
"That'll make 'em go wild!"

   *****

   Luke sat with Shelly in the makeshift dressing room, making small talk.
Outside they could hear the shouts of spectators as the last pair of
fighting cocks engaged in the last fight-to-the-death for the night.  The
shouting rose sharply in intensity and then abruptly died down.  The fight
was over.  It only remained for the young Quibly boys, acting as bookies,
to pay off the winning bets.  Minutes passed.  Knowing the second half of
the show would began soon, Luke's anxiety increased and he fell silent. 
Jake had assured him that everything would be fine, but the gnawing in his
stomach made it clear that he didn't exactly believe Jake.  Shelly, she too
was anxious, but for different reasons.  She worried that her tits might
not pop out and therefore ruin the show. It grew increasingly quiet as the
crowd thinned, filing outside before the second half of the show began.
Jake popped in.  "Where've ya been?" demanded Luke. "Taking care of
business.  In a moment they will be filing back in for tonight's main
event. Jetter told me that we should stay in here, Luke, until the crowd
comes back in.  Dat way we don' have'ta pay to get in again." Turning to
Shelly, Jake asked, "Are ya ready, cunt?" "I'm ready." "Remember, ya got to
play the game, no matter how it turns out." "I will, Jake.  I will."
Running his hand up inside her thigh to her nearly exposed vulva Jake
implored, "Make it a good show, Shelly.  Make it something for these hicks
to remember.  I'm counting on ya to act like the total whore you are." "I
said, I would, Jake." "Good.  Now be sure and have fun." "Uh, you're making
me wet." "Ya just might need it, cunt" Jake replied with a grin. Outside
they heard the first voices of the crowd filing back in.  Soon, the noise
increased to a boisterous level.  Jake removed his hand from Luke's wife's
juicing cunt.  "Com'on, Luke.  Time fer us to find us a seat."

   *****

   "That punk's gonna wish he'd never been born," groused Jess Baker into
his seventh can of beer for the evening.  His foul-tempered demeanor
changed momentarily when he thought of his afternoon screw with the punk's
gorgeous wife and how he had humiliated the kid as he left for home. "Hope
I broke his fucking hand," he muttered vindictively. "Then again, maybe
not," he added realizing that if he had broken Luke's hand that Luke
wouldn't be at work on Monday, ruining his plans for the kid and that just
wouldn't do.  He took another swig, emptied the can and crushed it in his
work hardened hand.  Standing to get himself another cold brew from the
fridge, he was stopped by a knocking at the front door. Glancing at a clock
he saw that it was almost 9 PM and groused, "Who the fuck is that?" The
knocking continued, but more forcefully.  "Shit fuck!  I'm coming!  I'm
coming!" he shouted. Opening the door, he saw Sheriff Reed illuminated by
his porch light.  "Jess Barker?" the imposing lawman asked. "Yeah, what's
it to you?" Reed presented Baker with some papers.  Baker took the papers,
glanced at them and asked, "What's this all about?" "That's a restraining
order issued by Judge Horace Mecom thirty minutes ago.  You are not to come
within twenty five feet of either Luke Blalock nor his wife, Shelly Mattox
Blalock." "The fuck you say?" snarled the inebriated bully as he swayed in
the doorway. "I do say.  I suggest that if you value your freedom, you will
comply with this order.  Be sure your men know that if they harass the
Blalock's in anyway, I will hold you directly responsible.  If I hear one
complaint, you'll be cooling your heels in my jail." "Fuck you," snarled
Baker an instant before he fell forward onto the Sherriff. On Monday
morning, Sherriff Reed would testify in court that after lawfully serving
Jess Baker court papers, Baker lunged at him.  For assaulting a police
officer, Baker would receive 180 days in the county jail.

   *****

   Mingling with the crowd, Luke bumped into his father and Jonah Williams.
"Pa!" Luke exclaimed, "What are ya doin' here?" "Jonah and me, we're
celebrating!" his pa explained.  "Who's yer friend?" "Uh, Pa this is Jake
Stringer.  Jake..." "I've heard about you," J.D.  Blalock said reaching out
to shake Jake's hand.  "From what I hear, ya got a big dick and know what's
for," laughed J.D. "Celebrating?  Celebrating what?" interrupted Luke.
"We've got Lynette fixed up.  Come graduation in a few weeks, she's gettin'
hitched!" "Hitched?  Ya mean married?  Married to who?" "Me!" "You?  Yer
marryin' Lynette?" "Girl needs a husband.  Can't marry Bobby Ray, jus'
wouldn't be right...  or legal.  Still, her baby's gonna need a daddy.  I
need a wife.  Don't worry, boy, yer welcome to come over and dip yer wick
in her whenever ya like." Astonished at what he'd just heard, Luke asked,
"What about the Widow Tinsley?  I thought you two were sweet on each
other." "We are," replied J.D.  "So is the Widow and Jonah.  Jonah's needs
a wife too, and he's gonna marry her.  Really changes nuttin', but maybe
it'll stop the old hens' tongues from wagging; then again, maybe not,"
laughed Luke's pa. "Now why don't ya boys come join us?  I hear it's gonna
be a really good show tonight.  They've got this goat, they've trained..."
"I think we ought to go, Pa." "The hell ya say?  I ain't goin' nowhere. 
Now don't tell me ya wouldn't want to see a goat fuckin'..." Luke didn't
hear what else his pa said, but turned on Jake.  "Ya promised, Jake!  Damn
it, ya promised!" "Relax, Luke," his neighbor.  "Nothin' bad is gonna
happen." Grabbing his son by the arm, J.D.  hauled him away saying, "C'mon,
before all the good seats are taken." Seated between his pa and Jake in the
wooden bleachers overlooking the small arena, Luke was in a state.  The
news Jake had conveyed to him earlier about the impending restraining order
on Jess Baker had been a huge relief, but how could he ever explain to his
pa what was about to happen?  'A goat?  A fuckin' goat?' he lamented
silently to himself.  He had to stop it, but how? PawPaw Quibly strode out
into the arena.  Holding up his hands, the noisy crowd grew silent.  Luke
wanted to puke.  Tapping on the microphone he held in his hand, and
confident the volume was correct, he spoke, the PA system booming with,
"How are ya fuckers doin' tonight?" "YEAH!!!!!!" roar the enthusiastic
crowd. "We got a very special show for you fellows tonight," PawPaw said,
"compliments of Jake Stringer. Jake, take a bow!" The crowd hooted it up as
Jake stood beaming and waved.  When Jake sat, Luke noticed a big black
fellow sitting next to him.  He looked familiar to Luke, but couldn't quite
place him. "Tonight, we're gonna play a new game, Man or Beast," announced
PawPaw.  "We got us a new fangled wheel of fate, and I'm sure yer all gonna
love it." With that flabby Bubba came strolling out buck naked.  The crowd,
familiar with the simpleton, hooted and laughed it up, speculating on what
sordid degrading act PawPaw had in store for him.  As Bubba paraded around
the arena pumping his fist in the air, two shirtless and barefoot boys
scurried out carrying a slanted bench of some sort.  They set it down in
the center and then ran out.  Those familiar with the show, including Luke,
had seen that bench before, it was used in conjunction with the dogs.  When
the noise died down, PawPaw said, "Jetter!  Bring out tonight's first
contestant." All eyes went to small door in the arena's wooden wall.  Luke
couldn't look and cast his eyes down.  The door opened out came Jetter and
Uncle Chester, frog marching a small man dressed in only his tightie-whitie
underwear.  "What the fuck is this all about?" asked J.D.  Luke raised his
head to see what his pa was talking about.  He could hardly believe his
eyes.  It was his neighbor, the weasel.  Relieved that it wasn't Shelly
they had brought out, he asked with a laugh, "What the fuck?" "Ya know how
this game is played?" PawPaw asked a mortified David Jenkins. "No," he
replied in a whisper. PawPaw hit him upside the head with his open hand. 
"Ah already explained it to ya before the show!  So, answer the damned
question!  Do ya know how to play this game?" Afraid he'd be swatted again,
David meekly replied, "Yes." "That's better.  Now explain to these good
folks what the bet is." "If I win, I get a thousand dollars." An audible
gasp went up from the crowd.  Never before had a prize of that magnitude
been offered. "And if ya lose," prompted PawPaw, "ya lose...  Lose big. 
Ain't that right?" "Yes." "Which color do you chose?  Red or blue?" "Uh,
blue," David chose. "Blue, ya win, red ya lose," clarified PawPaw.  "Now
spin the wheel." Back stage, Jetter threw a switch on the control board of
the new wheel.  David spun the wheel.  The wheel itself was very plain and
had nothing written on it.  Lights above the click-clacking wheel flashed
in an apparently random manner.  As the wheel slowed the flashing lights
slowed.  The slower it got, the more the anticipation rose.  What would it
be?  Win or Lose?  When the wheel finally stopped, the lights were red. 
The hubbub of the crowd reflected a mixture of disappointment and glee that
the contestant had lost. "I'm sorry," PawPaw unctuously declared, "but ya
lose.  Now, loose the panties, pal.  Let's see what ya got." David
hesitated. PawPaw's previously benign demeanor turned dark.  "Ya knew the
rules and ya agreed to play.  Ya sure as hell was eager to take my money if
ya won, but ya lost.  So, loose 'em!" To PawPaw's delight, David lowered
his drawers to his ankles without being forced.  It was best if David did
it willingly. "Okay, now that yer ass is naked, take another spin to see
what perverted sex act yer gonna perform." David looked pleadingly at
PawPaw, but found no sympathy.  It wasn't supposed to be this way, the odds
were in his favor, or at least that was what he was told and what he
believed. "Spin the wheel," PawPaw growled.  David looked about for an
escape, but there was none.  After a swat to the head, David spun the wheel
for a second time. The lights above the click-clacking wheel began
flashing. When the wheel stopped, the word, "CORNHOLE" was displayed in
lights.  David wanted to crawl into a hole. "Before ya get butt fucked,
buddy, what's yer name?" Knowing that he'd be swatted again if he didn't
quickly answer, and without thinking, David blurted out, "David." "David
Jenkins?" PawPaw said revealing his identity to everyone.  "You own a
bookstore in town.  Ain't that right?" "Yes," he whispered. "What kind of
bookstore?" "I, uh..." "The Holy Word?" "Yes." The crowd mirthfully roared.
It was then that David realized that after this night was over, he'd never
be able to show his face in town again.  "Oh, my lord!" he whispered in
anguish. "Grease him up, Bubba!" commanded Bubba's father. "That is unless
ya want it bone dry," PawPaw added.  Bubba waddled over and behind David.
Jetter came out and handed him a bottle of lube.  Bubba squirted a copious
amount of lube onto his hand.  David jumped when Bubba ran his wet hand up
his butt crack. "Be still," directed PawPaw as Bubba molested David for the
amusement of the crowd.  After a minute or so of publically abusing David,
a laughing Bubba was told that that was enough.  The moron pulled his
fingers from David's ass.  Once again Bubba paraded around the area making
a great show of lubricating his dick for the next phase of the show. "Ya
ready to be fucked in ass?" PawPaw asked to the great amusement of the
assembly.  "So, what's it to be, man or beast?" David, his throat dry and
parched, was quite unable to speak at all.  "Take another spin, David. 
Blue and Bubba will do ya.  Red and...  the beast." Without any enthusiasm,
spun the wheel for the third time.  When the wheel was about to stop, blue
showed for long pregnant moment, then flipped to red.  David cried out,
"Nooooooo!" He tried to run, but there was nowhere to run to.  As he madly
ran about the arena, Jetter took a lasso and roped him like a calf, the
loop of rope falling down his body.  At just the right moment, Jetter
jerked on the rope, the lasso closed about his legs and David fell with a
thud naked in the dirt.  The crowd loved it. Uncle Chester ran to assist
Jetter in hauling David to the slanted bench in the middle of the arena,
where he was placed face down, butt up and tied securely into place.  David
was mortified at the prospect of a dog raping his ass, but he was helpless
to prevent it.  He heard a cheer from the crowd.  Looking up, he saw the
animal trot into the arena.  Something just wasn't right, David, realized.
He'd never seen a dog like that before.  Then he noticed the horns.  It
wasn't a dog at all, it was a billy goat!  "Noooooooooooo," he cried out
plaintively, but no one came to his aid and rescue. The goat trotted about
the arena, somewhat confused by all the noise.  Then it heard the command,
"Mount!" Conditioning kicked in.  Seeing the upturned bare buttocks, he
trotted over and as he had been trained, mounted.  With unerring aim, the
billy goat's prong penetrated the soft warm hole, accompanied by a howling
cry that filled every corner of the arena. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed J.D..  He
was as stunned as everyone else in the place.  Soon though, surprise turned
to glee at the plight of the poor bastard being fucked by a goat.  A steady
stomping began, in sync with the goat's thrusts.

   *****

   The crowd cheered as David, his ordeal over, was helped from the arena.
Passing out of the arena through the door, he passed his wife who spat upon
him. "Okay, folks," PawPaw announced as the bench was removed.  "Ever'body
should have a ticket.  Keep it handy fer the first drawin' of tonight." He
then turned to the door in the wall and announced, "For your pleasure, I
present, Julia!" Julia, mortified by what Jake required her to do, was
shoved through the door and into the arena.  Despite the robe she wore, she
felt very exposed.  It didn't help that she was unaccustomed to the high
heels she wore.  Like a frightened animal, she huddled closed to the now
closed door. PawPaw waved to her.  "Com'on over here, darling.  Nobody's
gonna bite ya.  Now, come here." Knowing that she was to unquestioningly
obey PawPaw's orders, she wobbled unsteadily towards him standing next to
the wheel.  "This here's Jake's special whore," PawPaw announced causing
Julia to cringe.  "She's gonna be with us for the next few weeks for the
drawing and she'll be available for after hour entertainment in the back
room." Turning to Julia, he said, "You're overdressed, darling.  Why don't
ya show the boys yer body?" With trembling hands, she untied the belt
holding the robe closed.  From behind, PawPaw assisted her by pulling the
robe off her shoulders.  He paused for a moment with her boobs and pussy on
display to the hooting crowd.  Then he removed it completely, leaving her
totally naked save for the high heels she wore.  As his hands slid from
behind to caress her breasts, Julia closed her eyes.  It was easier to shut
out the crowd of leering men and just enjoy the feel of the roaming hands
on her breasts.  A hand left her tit and slid lower to rub her momentarily
between the legs. PawPaw sniffed his fingers and then held up his hand and
declared, "She's all wet, boys.  Wet and ready.  Are you ready?" "YEAH!!!!"
"Wanna buy an extra ticket or two to improve yer odds?" Shirtless boys
quickly moved through the crowd selling extra tickets for five dollars a
pop.  Once everyone had an opportunity to buy extra tickets, the game
continued.  A minute or so later, Jetter brought out a glass bowl with all
the ticket stubs.  "Now, darling, seeing that it's you who just might get
fucked here in a few minutes, you should draw for who gets that honor."
PawPaw held the bowl up high.  "Go on, pick a winner." Julia reached into
the bowl, closed her eyes and picked a ticket.  PawPaw took it from her
hand and read, "Five...  seven...  six..." The already-eliminated groaned
in disappointment.  "Two..." Julia heard a scattering of 'Aw, fucks'. 
"Five!" "I won!" came a shout from Luke's far left.  He looked and saw a
man dressed in denim overalls standing and waving his winning ticket in the
air. "Come on down!" called out PawPaw.  As the winner made it through the
crowd, he was jostled about in a friendly manner.  He made it to the ground
and moments later he was in the arena, standing before the naked whore, his
disbelieving eyes feasting upon her nudity and charms. "Ya ever played this
game before?" asked PawPaw. "Ahs seen it, but I ain't ackchuly played it."
"Then you know how it's played?" "Yes, sir." "What's your name, farmer?"
"Clem." "Well, Clem, good luck to ya.  Take a spin." With an energetic
pull, the wheel was sent spinning rapidly, the lights flashing madly above.
When the wheel finally stopped, the lights spelled out, "BLOWJOB".  The
crowd hooted their approval. "Help the man out of his clothes, Julia,"
PawPaw instructed.  With trembling hands she unhooked the shoulder straps
of the bibbed overalls, then she peeled the denim garment down to his
knees. Next she unbuttoned and removed his plaid shirt.  Kneeling before
him, Julia pulled the man's boxer shorts down.  She was now face to face
with the semi-flaccid uncut organ of a man she never met before.  It was a
nice dick, she thought.  Not too big, certainly not as big as Horsefly's or
even Jake's, but much larger than the pathetic excuse for a dick that her
loathsome husband sported.  She took it in her cool hands and began to
fondle it.  Immediately it began to swell in her hands.  Putting what she
was doing and where she was doing it, out of her mind, she leaned forward
and planted a kiss on the still covered head. Pulling back, she looked up,
like Jake had instructed her to do and smiled at the wide eyed man whose
weather beaten face peered down at her. "Suck it!  Suck it!  Suck it!" the
cant began accompanied by a stomping of the feet.  Julia, realizing that as
Jake's whore, her destiny henceforth was to suck men's dicks, lots of men's
dicks.  Tuning out the growing din, just as she tuned out her squabbling
kids, she slid her lips over the nearly erect strange prick. 'Hmmm, yes,'
she thought.  'I like this.  I like this a lot.' There wasn't even the
faintest peep from the old Julia.

   *****

   Having brought Clem to completion, Julia savored his flavor and laid
several kisses on his testicles.  Standing, she looked him the eye and
asked, "Will I see you after the show?" "Yes, Ma'am!  Ya shore gonna see me
again t'night.  Yes, indeed." "Good.  You have a nice dick." "Yes, Ma'am!"
he politely replied.  It will cost him he knew, but she was worth the
expense.  "My wife kin do widout shoes fer a'nutter week," he added.

   *****

   Julia, feeling liberated and brazen, walked around the edge of the
arena, blowing kisses and giving every man a closer look at her charms. 
Eager to be the first in line in the back room with her, several men stood
up.  PawPaw saw what was happening.  It pleased him to no end as dollar
signs danced before his eyes, but he also knew that there was more money to
be made if he got them to stay for Shelly's show. Without waiting for Julia
to leave the ring, he quickly called out, "Bring Shelly out here, Jetter!"
The men who were leaving, thinking the show was over, stopped and looked
towards the door.  A moment later, the door flew open, and out strutted
Shelly stuffed in her too little red bikini, confidently smiling and waving
to the crowd while concentrating on remaining upright in her slut-shoes. 
With each pronounced practiced step, her exposed ass cheeks flexed and her
jiggling tits bounced threatening to cause the halter strap to give way.
"Yoooooweeee!!!!" the gathered men hooted.  "Shake those titties! 
WhoooWhooo!  What an ass!  WhoooWhooo!  I'd fuck that!  Yoooooweeee!!!!" "
Pleased with the effect she had on men, Shelly soaked up the whistles and
cat calls.  The stomping began again in earnest.

   *****

   J.D.  turned to his son.  "Holy shit!  Is that our Shelly?  Son of a
bitch!" Jake turned and spoke across Luke to Jake's pa.  "That's one fine
piece of meat, eh, J.D.?" "Ya got that right, boy!" the older man declared.
"Look'it them titties bounce!  Makes a man hard!"

   *****

   Shelly made the rounds twice.  A storm of wadded up dollar bills rained
down into the ring to the shouts of "Take it off!  Take it off!" PawPaw
could hardly believe the reception.  After her third circuit, she stopped
next to PawPaw in front of the wheel and struck up several poises.  It took
several minutes for the noise to die down.  Judging the moment to be right
PawPaw said into the mike, "Shelly, you're one fine woman!  "How about it,
boys" The roar was deafening. PawPaw held up his hands to quiet the
rowdies. When it did, he asked, "Shelly, are you ready to play our game?"
With exaggerated enthusiasm, Shelly clapped her hands and jumped up and
down.  The halter strap gave way allowing her big bouncing tits to fall out
of the top.  The crowd went wild.  It was a near riot and PawPaw knew he
had the suckers.  She stopped jumping and PawPaw slid a hand around to cup
a bare breast. "These hooters are fer real, boys.  Who wants a feel?" With
all the stomping, Luke was getting concerned that the rickety bleachers
might collapse. PawPaw held his hand up again and the noise died down. 
"Now all you boys have already had a chance to fuck Julia.  If ya want a
chance to fuck this big titted honey, ya gots to buy another ticket." A
loud groan filled the air.  On cue, the shirtless boys all held up rolls of
green tickets.  PawPaw reached around her hips and with a flourish down
pulled the bows that kept her bottoms in place.  "Just five measly dollars
for a chance to go heaven tonight," PawPaw said as he pulled the tiny
garment from between her legs.  "Be generous, boys.  This fine piece of ass
has a sick mamma who needs an operation.  Whose gonna help her out?" Jonah
turned to J.D.  and said, "I didn't know the Reverend's wife was sick."
J.D. looked at his friend.  Both men roared in laughter.  Nudging his son,
J.D.  laughed, "I can get that for free, but what the hell, I think I'll
buy five tickets." "Save your money, J.D.," Jake said.  So that no one
could over hear him, Jake gathered J.D.  and Luke in close.  "The fix is
in." Then he handed Luke a green ticket.  "Now don't go and lose this."
Luke understood immediately.  "Thanks, Jake.  You're a true friend." By the
time Luke looked back, PawPaw had completely relieved her of her bikini top
and she was once again parading around the ring, displaying the exceptional
quality of what she had to offer. At long last, PawPaw had extracted every
dollar he could and called for the bowl of tickets.  A hush fell over the
arena as Shelly, smiling broadly, reached up and selected a ticket.  PawPaw
took the ticket and read out the first three numbers.  "Eight...  three...
five." Luke wasn't paying attention to the disappointed groans, his
attention was on the ticket Jake had slipped him.  Eight, three, five.
"Four!" announced PawPaw. Sure enough the next number on Luke's ticket was
a four.  'Could I fuck her right here in front of everyone?' he thought. 
'Hell, yes!' "One!" Luke stared down at his ticket.  There had to be some
mistake.  The last number on his ticket was a seven. "Ah won!  Ah won!  Ah
won!" Luke looked up to see the black who had been sitting quietly by Jake,
jumping up and down, waving his green ticket.  Suddenly it dawned on him
where he'd seen this guy before.  It was earlier in the day.  Jake had
introduced him, they all got stoned and then at Jake's order, the big black
buck stripped off what clothes he had on, lay down and stroked himself
until he came.  "Holy shit!" Luke exclaimed as he remembered the horse dick
this guy had...  and when he came, he came in buckets.  "Ah won!  Ah won!
Ah won!" Horsefly shouted trying his best to make it seem that it was truly
spontaneous. The crowd of mostly white men fell silent in disbelief. Luke
grabbed Jake's arm.  "I thought...  I thought..." "How many times do I
hav'ta tell ya, Luke, don't think, just do what I tell ya to do." "But
he... he can't fuck her!" "Who says he's gonna fuck her?  I already told
ya, the fix is in.  Now relax, buddy.  Ole Jake's got things well in hand.
He's just gonna jack off on her tits.  Trust me." "I don't know, Jake." "I
took care of that Jess Baker guy, didn't I?  Hell, ya gotta have more faith
in yer friends." Mollified, Luke turned his attention back to the ring. 
J.D.  now grabbed his arm.  "She ain't gonna fuck that nigger, is she?"
"No, Pa.  Jake's got it under control." "He's one big son of a bitch," J.D.
added. "Ya don' know the half of it, Pa.  Guy's gotta a dong that long! 
And I ain't exaggerating." "How ya know'd that?" "Long story, Pa.  But,
you'll see soon enough." They watched as Horsefly entered the ring, smiling
broadly and showing off his gleaming teeth while pumping his massive fists
in the air.  There was a smattering of clapping from the bleachers. PawPaw
looking up at the big black commented, "You're one big son of a bitch," to
subdued laughter.  "What's yer name?" "Hoss." "Well, Hoss, are ya as big
where it counts as ya are everywhere else?" "Yes, suh!" "Well, show us and
show the lady what ya got, boy." "I ain't yer boy," the hulking black
growled. "No offense intended," PawPaw apologized.  "Ya can't do nuttin'
with her with all yer clothes on, so....  let's see it." Like Jake had told
him, he slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head, discarding it in the dirt.
He managed to kick off his work boots without using his hands.  Then he
untied the rope holding his pants up, unzipped and lowered his trou.  A
gasp went up as his enormous prick came into view.  Not being let in on the
fix, Shelly's look of surprise was genuine. "Mother fucker!" "Son of a
bitch!" And other exclamations came from the astonished crowd. "Do you know
how this game is played, Hoss?" "Ah, spins da wheel.  Den I do her."
"Close. You only get to do what comes up on the wheel." "Ah can't read all
dat good, Mista, so ya gots ta hep me out." "No problem, Hoss.  Now spin
the wheel." Hoss took a spin and when the wheel stopped, all the lights
were out.  "Wha da fuck?" "You get a bonus spin, Hoss!  Two tries.  Spin it
again." Luke looked to Jake.  "What's going on?" "I'm not sure," Jake
replied. Hoss spun again.  When the wheel stopped, the lights read
"BLOWJOB". Luke turned to Jake.  "Ya said..." "Son of a bitch!  This ain't
what we agreed to, Luke.  Fuckin' double crossin' bastards!" Alarmed at the
turn of events, Luke pleaded, "He's got another spin after this, Jake!  Ya
gotta stop this!" "I can't stop it now," Jake told him while struggling to
keep a straight face. 'This is payback, buddy.' Jake said to himself.  'Ya
should've brought her to the warehouse the other day so he could fuck her
or none of this would be happening now.' Shelly, hefting the huge organ,
had never felt anything that heavy before.  'It must weigh five pounds,'
she judged.  The black iridescent python began to grow in her hand.  'My
god, how am I gonna fit that in my mouth.  Lord!  It's getting even
bigger!' As it grew harder and harder, the fore skin rolled back to reveal
a light brown cock crown.  But, no amount of blood or hydraulic pressure
could get a dick that size to stand up, so that it drooped when fully
erect. Someone shouted out, "Suck it!" He was joined by another, "Suck it!"
A chant began, "Suck it!  Suck it!" more and more joined in.  "Suck it! 
Suck it!" The stomping began.  Soon the noise was deafening.  BAM!  BAM! 
BAM!  "SUCK IT!  SUCK IT!  SUCK IT!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "SUCK IT!  SUCK IT!
SUCK IT!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "SUCK IT!  SUCK IT!  SUCK IT!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!
Encouraged by the crowd and intrigued with the huge organ, Shelly leaned
forward and took as much of his glans into her mouth as she could.  Soon
the cock was seeping pre-cum, copious quantities of pre-cum.  Shelly loved
the taste of pre-cum and she greedily lapped it all up, but unlike all the
other men she'd been with, the pre-cum kept coming, flowing freely to the
delight of the pretty cum slut sucking away at the huge dick.  She could
never get the entire silky smooth cockhead in her mouth at one time, but
she did know where the most sensitive parts were. Horsefly gasped at what
the white whore was doing to his dick.  Never before had he gotten a
blowjob like this one.  Even black girls with bigger mouths didn't do as
good as this white girl.  She knew right where to lick and nibble. He began
squirming, almost dancing as Shelly sucked his big black dick.  Then with a
bellowing roar that drowned out the other noise, he came.  The force and
sheer quantity of spermy cum shooting into her mouth took Shelly by
surprise and she nearly choked on it.  She swallowed, but not quick enough
and the excess slimy fluid flowed from her mouth and dripped onto her big
breasts.  Struggling to contain the first massive load, she was totally
unprepared to handle the second copious thick gout and let it spew into her
face.  For the third bountiful pulse she was ready and sealed her lips
around the tip of his cock and took the relatively smaller load with ease.
Maintaining her puckered seal on the spouting organ, she relished the
fluids delivered by the remaining and diminishing ejaculatory pulses. When
he stopped cumming, she rocked back, her face and tits covered in thick
whitish clots of goo.  As she admired the great prick, she noticed that it
didn't go soft right away, but maintained a full load of blood as it took a
while to drain.  As unfamiliar as she was with a dick like this, Horsefly
was very cognizant of his physiology.  Without being coaxed, he reached
back and took his second spin.  Jake had promised him that he could fuck
the big titted blonde beauty tonight and he was determined to do just that.
The wheel stopped.  "FUCK" lit up. The crowd began hooting and stomping all
over again.  "FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "FUCK HER!
FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!"
BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!  FUCK HER!" BAM!  BAM!  BAM!
Needing no encouragement from the rowdy crowd, he bent down a picked Shelly
up as if she were a child.  By one hand on her back, he held her to his
broad muscular chest.  Her legs wrapped around him for support.  With his
free hand he directed his still turgid prick to the juncture of her legs.
Shelly felt the big head press between her slippery pussy lips.  She opened
up.  He let her slip down and mechanics and gravity did the rest.  Shelly
threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back other head as the big
black's dick abruptly penetrated and stretched her pussy like never before.
With her fully impaled on his dick, it was much easier to hold her and move
her up and down on his massive prong.  Walking the perimeter of the ring,
he displayed his prize and fucked her on his dick. "God damn," exclaimed
Luke's pa.  "I'd never have believed it!  Fuck her, boy!  Fuck that slut!
That's it, make those tits bounce!" Luke looked to his pa and found him
totally into the brutal public fucking of his big titted daughter-in-law by
a huge black guy.  Just moments before he thought he'd be disowned, but now
he realized that his old man was into the vulgar ravaging just as much as
any other leering man there.  It was a show that would be talked about for
years to come.

   *****

   Eight months later, after a hard week of campaigning, with the top down
on her red BMW convertible, her blonde hair blowing in the unseasonably
warm breeze.  Shelly pulled in front of her house.  She raised the Ralph
Lauren sunglasses to get a true sense of her newly painted house.  Rather
than a monotonous boring white, the old house was now festooned in multiple
colors, as it would have been when first built.  The old place never looked
so good.  Pleased with colors, she pulled into the drive they shared with
Julia Jenkins and her new live-in "boyfriend".  Julia, her tummy bloated
with child, looked up and paused sweeping her front porch to wave.  Behind
her, standing in the doorway was Horsefly, barefoot and shirtless as usual,
who waved to his pretty blonde neighbor.  Checking out the big black and
remembering when, Shelly briefly wondered whatever became of Julia's wimpy
husband. Driving further up the drive, she saw Julia's three bratty kids,
darting across the driveway bare butt from their backdoor and across her
backyard.  Shelly smiled, knowing where the naked kids were headed, to
Auntie Toni's hot tub. She parked behind Luke's new truck and carrying her
expensive designer purse, she entered into her kitchen.  "Luke!  I'm home,
Baby!" she called out.  There was no reply, so she made her way into the
bedroom.  She paused and admired the new wallpaper, the big new bed with
the mirrors in the canopy and the big wide open windows.  Shirtless, Luke
appeared in doorway.  "Hi'ya, cunt," he greeted with a grin.  "Ya got any
of that sweet pussy left for me?" With a sultry smile, she squatted and her
two Ben Wah balls clanked to the floor.  The spectacle always amused her
handsome husband.  "I'm all yours for the weekend, baby," she cooed peeling
off her top and freeing her unrestrained tits.  Stepping up to her husband,
she rubbed her bare tits into his bare chest. "I'm real happy to see ya,
baby," the young husband said as he took his voluptuous hot-assed wife in
his arms.  "Ole Jake's gonna be happy to see ya too. "He always is," she
replied with a grin.
   THE END of ROOM WITH A VIEW