8/9 [crime drama, mf, nc, not pc]
SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996)
Warning: This fictitious story is decidedly NOT politically correct and is
intended for mature readers.
Chapter Eight
Dressed only in panties, her ankle broken, Clarice Starling hopped on her
one good leg to reach the contraption in the middle of the basement room. She
was conscious that her bare tits bounced up and down as she went. Sheriff
Trent approached her only after she had draped herself over the barrel and he
immediately strapped one of her hands in place. His gun on her neck, he
fastened the other hand and then forced the small ledge up under her chin.
Then he went behind her to lock her good ankle in place. He knew it was
completely unnecessary to worry about the other ankle, which Starling held
gingerly off the ground. He got out a pen knife and began to cut off her last
article of clothing, the panties that hugged her firm ass.
"You're not as good looking as your friend Beth," she heard him say as he
finished cutting away her panties. "But I'm sure you'll give me every bit as
good a fuck, eh, Starling."
"You're a sick man, Trent. You need help," she said, her hopes fading.
"Help? Fucking you?" he said and then chuckled. She heard his him
loosening his belt behind her, and closed her eyes in frustration.
"It was nice having ol' Tom fuck em' first. That boy was hung like a
horse. Your friend Beth came like a fire hose when he fucked her."
Starling moaned to herself when she felt his hands on her ass, and then
his cock at her sex.
"Which hole should I use first, Clarice?" he taunted. "Your slut cunt, or
your tight little ass?"
When she didn't answer he spanked her, hard on the ass.
"I don't give a shit, Trent!" she said. Her head was trapped in this
awkward position, and she couldn't turn more than a half-inch left or right.
Her view was of the far wall, and to the left she could just make out the form
of Gene Myers on the floor. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Which hole, bitch?" he asked again, but had moved around in front of
her, and she tore her eyes off of Gene and focused on the long cock that bobbed
just to her right. She had never seen a cock as long as the Trent's. It's was
not as thick as Gene's cock, but it looked impossible long to Starling.
"My mouth," she said between clenched teeth. "Why don't you let me suck
it, bastard!"
He laughed, cruelly, and stroked his cock inches away from her. "I did
that with Beth, y'know. I stuffed a donut gag into her mouth so she couldn't
bite down, and I fucked her throat while Tom used her cunt. Maybe I'll let you
experience the same thing, later. We've got all night, bitch. I think I'll
use your cunt first. Then your ass. I'll save your mouth for last, after my
cock is nice and brown from your slut ass."
He disappeared from her view and Starling forced herself to remain calm,
to ignore her fear and the pain from her ankle. She almost lost it, however,
when she felt his hands on her ass and his cock at her sex. She focused again
on the unmoving form of Gene Myers, drawing strength and courage as the cock
sought to enter her dry cunt.
"Well let's see if we can get you wet," she heard him say and felt his
cock pulled away only to be replaced by fingers. They invading her sex,
probing, teasing until her body responded and released its natural lubricants
onto his fingers.
"That's a good little slut," he said, working his fingers around,
spreading her fluids.
She felt his cock return and gritted her teeth as he worked it into her
sex, and drove in forward. The pain was greatest when the head pushed up
against her cervix She forced the pain from her mind and was staring at Gene
from the corner of her eye when she saw one of his fingers twitch.
"He's alive!" she thought to herself, a flicker of hope returning, then
she winced in pain as Trent drove his cock to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Her mind grasped hold of the only chance she had, and Gene. Myers would have
to regain consciousness, retrieve his gun before Trent knew what was happening,
and shoot him. But if she could see Gene, if only out of the corner of her
eye, then surely Trent would notice if the man recovered and moved.
"What a nice tight cunt you have, Starling," she heard from behind she as
he raped his cock in and out of her cunt. She forced herself to think, and
concluded that she'd have to distract the sheriff in case Gene became conscious
soon. Later, she hoped, Trent might leave her alone while he recovered and she
could talk to Gene... try to rouse him.
She unclenched her teeth and closed her eyes. She started slowly,
letting small moans escape her mouth each time he slammed his hips into her
ass. She let the volume of her moans increase slowly and moved her ass as best
she could, in small, assenting circles. Willing herself to get wetter, she
groaned now and took deep, audible breaths each time he withdrew.
Trent noticed the sounds and the way her body was responding to this
fuck. He grinned and said, "Slut likes a good fuck, huh?"
Starling's only response was to move her hips in slightly bigger circles
as he rutted into her, groaning now with every brutal stroke.
"Huh, Starling," he repeated. "You enjoying this fuck?"
He slapped her ass quite hard when she remained silent, then again.
"Yes!" she cried, her tone carrying the shame she intended.
"I thought so... you sluts are all the same. High-minded or rich, you
cunts all need a good fuck to show your colors."
"Oh... Oh... Oh, my God," she chanted as he fucked her, slamming his hips
into her ass, his lips drawn back over his teeth. She turned her eyes left and
she allowed herself another glance in Gene's direction. He remained in the
same position as the last time, unmoving.
Steeling herself, she concentrated on moving her ass against Trent as
much as the binds would allow, and tuned up the volume of her act.
"Oh yes! Fuck me good... ahhhhh... that's good... ahhh, so good," she
cried and in her mind she was saying, "Please Gene, wake up! Shoot this piece
of shit!"
She felt Trent's cock suddenly miss a beat and then pull out completely,
at the same time she heard a surprised grunt behind her, followed quickly by an
inhuman scream. She heard a body hit the floor and then the sickening sound of
a knife cutting through flesh, and of the release of gases from a punctured
body. She turned her head as far as it would go but could see nothing.
"What's happening?" she cried. "Who's there?"
The voice that answered her a few seconds later shocked her to the core.
"It's me, dear Clarice. Dr. Lecter."
"Dr. Lecter!" she said, recognizing his voice, a chill going up her
spine.
"Yes, Clarice. That was quite a performance you put on for Sheriff
Trent. I'm sure the stupid man actually believed you were enjoying the rape."
"I was trying to... distract him and wake Gene, er, Agent Myers."
"Hmmm. He's not dead?"
"No... could you... would you please check on him... help him."
She waited for his response, and was surprised when something was tossed
over her head. A jacket, she decided. Trent's.
"That's so you don't see my face. I've gone to a lot of trouble to
change my appearance, Agent Starling, to make it more difficult for you or Jack
Crawford to find me."
"How is Crawford?" he asked.
"Fine, about to retire," she said rapidly. "Would you please check on
him!"
She waited through several minutes, conscious that Lecter had moved over
in the direction of Myers.
"He important to you?" she heard Lecter say from across the room.
"Yes," she said. "Very important."
"He can be saved," he said and Starling's heart leap at the news. "But
he'll bleed to death unless I help him, Clarice. What's the quid pro quo?"
"I'll, um... I will agree not to say that you were here --"
"Clarice," he interrupted, his voice closer, "you were about to lie and I
thought we had a better relationship than that. Don't you think Crawford will
recognize my handiwork on the good Sheriff?"
She thought a moment and said, "You could fuck me in exchange for helping
Gene."
"I could do that anyway, Clarice, There's not anything you could do to
stop me."
"You're not like Trent, Doctor Lecter," tried Clarice. "I have nothing
to offer you except my body. If you will help my friend, I will offer myself
willingly. Please, Doctor, save Gene!"
He left her for several minutes, tending to Gene's wound. He announced
his return by pulling the jacket off her head. She felt his hands caress her
ass, her thighs, and tentatively stroke her sex.
"Please don't insult be by behaving like you did for Trent," he said.
"I won't, Doctor. Will Gene live?"
"Yes. I'll unstrap one of your wrists just before I take my leave. You
can do the other, then your ankle, while I take off. If you can manage getting
upstairs, I'm sure you can call for an ambulance from the patrol car outside.
He'll live."
She heard the sound of clothes being removed, then his hands were back on
her ass.
"I always thought about how you'd look without your clothes, Clarice.
When you visited me in Baltimore. And how it would be to fuck you."
She felt the head of his cock press into her sex, and ease forward inside
her. After Trent's long cock, Lecter felt small to her as he settled in slowly
until he was completely inside her, pressed up against her ass.
"Tell me, Clarice, has Gene over there fucked you?"
She hesitated for just a moment, recalling his uncanny ability to sense
any lie. "Yes, he has."
"Do you love him?" he asked, stroking his cock back and forth, his hands
caressing her back, ass and thighs.
"I do."
He was silent for several minutes. Starling wished he would finish soon
so she could call for help and tend Myers. Then she thought about the fact that
she was unprotected, and that Lecter wasn't wearing a condom. Counting the
days since her last period, she realized that she was very likely ovulating.
"Damn," she muttered.
"What was that, Clarice?"
"I'm not on the pill, Doctor Lecter. Could you... would you pull out
when you're ready to cum."
"That wasn't part of our deal," he said, moving more quickly now, driving
his hips into her ass. "I want to cum inside you."
She thought for a moment and said, "A trade then. Quid pro quo. Why
don't you fuck my ass and cum there, inside me."
"Why, Clarice!" he said, surprised. He let his strokes slow and his
hands slide to her ass and parted her cheeks.
"Has he fucked you there? Gene, I mean."
"Yes."
"Did you like it, Clarice?"
"Um, well, yes."
She felt his cock slip out of her sex a finger dip into her wetness
before he brought it up and pushed into her ass.
"Did you have an orgasm?" he asked, pushing the digit deep.
"Yes," she admitted.
His finger fucked back and forth for a few more moments before he pulled
it out and positioned his cock at her rosette. She pushed back as best she
could as he pressed forward, and she winced as his cock popped past her
sphincter and into her ass. He worked his cock slowly inside her until she was
completely corked. Although much thinner than Gene, he was also lubricated
only by the juices from her cunt, and she breathed though each stroke until the
discomfort faded.
"Will you cum for me, Clarice?" he said and she felt his hands at her
sex, probing and finding her clit.
"Ohhh," she moaned as he rubbed her clit under his thumb in small circles
and drove his cock back and forth in her ass. Well past embarrassment now, she
closed her eyes and let the sensations coming from her ass and cunt build and
build.
"Now, Clarice!" she heard him cry a minute later and felt his cock throb
in her ass, releasing his cum. She let her orgasm go, moaning as her climax
washed through her body.
- o -
Clarice Starling and Nora Myers waited impatiently while the surgeons
operated on Gene Myers. Only later, after hearing the news that he should
recover completely, did Starling agree to having her ankle treated and a cast
applied. Throughout the next day, each took turns sitting next to Gene's bed as
he recovered from the shock of his wound and the surgery.
The Bureau had responded immediately when Starling's call had come in,
routed from Trent's cruiser to the night deputy and from there to FBI
headquarters. An ambulance was dispatched for Myers and a special team led by
Agent Quinn was flown in from New Orleans in a chopper. Starling had just
enough time to hop back downstairs and struggle into her clothes before the
local cops arrived.
After a hurried call to the Mississippi Attorney General, the authorities
agreed to keep Trent's death and the reappearance of Hannibal Lecter out of the
press for as long as possible. A check of Trent's phone records for clues as
to the missing people found fifteen calls to a number in San Antonio, that
proved to be a Mexican restaurant owned and operated by a respected local
businessman named Manuel Rodrigues. Agent Quinn flew to Texas the next morning
and arranged for twenty-four hour surveillance on the restaurant and it's
owner. The bust happened three days later, just before dawn, an hour after they
had seen a panel van pull behind the restaurant and the driver and one of
Rodrigues's men unload the human cargo. They found two girls in a basement
lock-up, both runaways from Oklahoma City.
Rodrigues was picked up at his home but refused to say anything when he
was brought into custody, or after consulting with his lawyer. Quinn and the
San Antonio police had no flexibility, and little inclination, to strike any
kind of deal with someone who had sold dozens of people into slavery. But they
did place under arrest two accomplices of Rodrigues and offered immunity to the
more knowledgeable of the two. In exchange for his testimony and detailed
reports of the operation, they agreed to place the man in the Federal Witness
Protection program.
Quinn flew back to Washington and consulted with the FBI director and the
Attorney General, who contacted her counterpart in Mexico City. In cooperation
with an elite strike force of the Mexican National Police, and Interpol, Quinn
was able to penetrate two international dealers in human slaves. The operation
still continued, seven weeks later, but they were able to find and return
twenty-eight girls, boys and adults, including Bethany Albert. Her sale was
traced to an exclusive brothel in the hills above Mexico City, and she was
found after a surprise raid by the National Police. Quinn flew down himself to
bring her back, carrying with him a hand-written note from Clarice Starling.
"You tell Clarice that I'm alive," she said after reading the note. "I
survived this nightmare. I survived!"
Quinn held Beth Albert as she broke down and cried for the first time
since being found, her head buried on his shoulder. He waited until she was
done, then used his handkerchief to clean her tear-streaked face.
"You can tell her yourself in a couple of days," he said gently.
- o -
Clarice Starling looked up from the file she was reading to see Crawford
standing inside her door, a smile on his face. He'd just returned from Arkansas
where the Bureau and local police had arrested the "Little Rock Rapist", a
thirty-eight year old Catholic priest. It had been Starling who first
suggested that the perp might be a clergyman after reading the psychiatric
evaluation of the man they sought.
"It's nice to go out with a win," he said after sitting himself down in
the chair that faced her desk and putting his feet up on the corner of her
desk. Crawford had postponed his retirement twice already but the Director had
insisted that he not postpone it again. His going-away party would be held in
three days and would be attended by all the bureau brass, the attorney general
and many of her staff, and many others inside and outside the law enforcement
community.
"I'm going to miss you, Jack," she said. "It's not going to be the same
without you."
"You'll get along fine with Franklin," he said, referring to the man who
would replace him as Behavioral Science Section Chief. "Sam damn well knows
that you're the best I have."
Starling smiled. It wasn't often that Jack Crawford handed out
compliments, and he would never say something he didn't believe.
"Oh... Jack, I need to take some time off."
"Sure. Hell, you've got a lot of time coming to you. How long? When?"
"Six weeks ought to do it," she said. "Right after your party."
He whistled. "I should clear this with Sam Franklin. What's up,
Starling?"
"I decided yesterday, as they were talking that damn cast off my ankle,
that I'm getting married," she said, deadpan. "Also, that I deserve a nice long
honeymoon."
Crawford's feet fell off the desk and he sat up in his chair, his mouth
open.
"Starling!" he said, after waiting a few moments for her to continue.
"Who?"
"Gene Myers," she said, enjoying the surprise on his face.
"Starling, are you nuts! You can't marry another Bureau agent -- its
against policy. A very good policy, I might add."
"We'll work something out," she said, smiling at her boss. "Gene's got
twenty years in and maybe he'll be willing to try something new. Or me. I
haven't told him yet, of course, so don't go blabbing anything."
"You haven't *told* him," said Crawford. "You're awfully sure of
yourself, Starling."
"Hmmm. Maybe. I'm also awfully sure that you will agree to come down to
New Orleans and "give me away" to Gene."
She flipped a page on her calendar and said with exaggerated casualness,
"How does a week from Saturday work for you?"
Crawford rose from his chair and walked around her desk, motioning with
his hands for her to stand up. When she rose he pulled her into his chest and
hugged her tightly.
"I would be honored," he said softly, his eyes suddenly wet.
- o -
Sweat poured down the torso of the man as he urged the ox forward. The
ropes pulled taught behind the animal, straining against the stump that slowly
gave up its grip on the earth and pulled free. The man pulled off his big
floppy hat and ran his hand over his bald head while his eyes surveyed the
field that he had slowly reclaimed from the forest. His eyes noted the neat
rows of tomatoes, peppers, beans, the fruit trees and other plantings. At the
opposite end of the field he saw the two girls working in tandem, planting
turnips in the freshly turned soil. His lips curved into a slight smile as he
watched them work, hearing in the slight breeze the music of their chatter but
not the words which he knew would be a barely intelligible mixture of Spanish
and their native Indian tongue. They were dressed as he, wearing only shorts
and a hat to shade their faces, and their small brown breasts swayed as they
toiled.
The younger girl, Maria, looked up and saw him looking in their
direction. She waved at him and then nodded her head when he held his hand up,
the fingers spread to indicate five minutes. He replaced his hat and walked
through a copse of trees and into another smaller clearing. The log cabin he
approached had been made from the trees that used to populate the field he just
left. On the front porch he paused and took in the view of the sheltered cove
below, the dock and his twenty-eight foot boat.
He walked to the left of the house and stripped off his shorts, the white
cheeks of his ass in sharp contrast to his deeply tanned body. He pulled a
chain and stepped into the spray of the shower, enjoying the refreshing feeling
of the cool water. Holding his head back he let the water splash against his
face and swallowed the sweat spring water that filled his mouth. After soaping
and rinsing his body he turned off the water and dried himself off.
"Cena, Senor?"
He turned and saw that the younger of the two girls had arrived from the
field, and was kicking off her crude sandals.
"Si. Lavar." he said. She shimmied out of her shorts and took his place
in the outdoor shower, and he felt his cock respond as he watched her hands
soap up her firm young body. Smiling to himself, he turned and strolled back to
the front porch, noticing the older girl down on the dock below, pulling the
trap from the water that would contain shellfish for their evening meal. The
cabin he entered was one large room with a bed at one end and a crude kitchen
at the other. The kitchen contained a stove and a sink, two cabinets with a
broad bookcase with open shelves. A small desk in the corner was cluttered
with psychiatric journals and a short-wave radio.
After filling a large pot with water, he lit a burner on the propane
stove and set the pot on top. With this set up the man sat down at the table,
still nude from his shower, and thought about his current good fortune.
Hannibal Lecter had led an almost sexless existence for as long as he
could remember, finding the trials of the mating dance tedious, beneath his
intellect and dignity. But when he had returned from the States seven weeks
ago, he couldn't get the memory of fucking Clarice Starling out of his mind.
He had sailed there to purchase a supply of specialty pesticides and herbicides
that were not available locally. He had learned the previous year, after
losing most of his meager crop to dear, insects and rodents, that farming was a
lot more than reclaiming the land from the forest. He had more than enough
money to buy the food and supplies that he needed but he was reluctant to draw
attention to himself by spending it. And after spending seven years in a
window-less cell at the asylum, he took great joy in working the land.
Ever since his return, however, it had been difficult to concentrate on
the chores of his simple but enjoyable existence. Starling was always on his
mind... her firm breasts in his hands... her legs and ass. Her cunt had felt
delightful, tight and warm as he fucked his cock in and out, enjoying his first
woman in over a decade. But it was the feeling of her much tighter ass
gripping his cock so tightly that kept returning to his mind.
Seven days after his return he finally gave in to his urges and concocted
a plan to get himself a woman. He rode his horse to the small Honduras village
nearby and purchased three sturdy burros, bargaining more than was necessary
lest the locals think him a wealthy target. He went from there into the hills,
the animals tethered in a row behind his horse. The people of the hills lived
a life little changed from their Myan ancestors of a thousand years ago. They
tilled the land, raised goats and sheep, hunted a little, and scratched out a
simple existence.
Lecter knew that the native Indians believed daughters more of a burden
than a blessing, each requiring a dowry to the man who eventually married them.
He went into the hills to find a man he had met over a year ago, who had a
large family including many daughters. Intending to trade the burros for a
girl, Lector was surprised when the Indian man proudly offered him any two of
his six daughters in exchange for the beasts. He selected the two prettiest,
Maria, age fourteen and Louisa, sixteen. Both were small, even for their age,
but not atypical of their race. He was delighted at their developing bodies,
dark eyes and ready smiles but was somewhat repulsed by their gamy smells.
The night after returning was an eye-opening experience for Lecter. He
used a combination of Spanish and sign language to communicate with the girls.
They giggled and laughed when he prepared dinner, having never seen a man
perform these womanly chores. After the simple meal, he took both girls
outside to the shower and tried in vain to explain the purpose of soap and
shampoo. Aside from an occasional swim in a pond or the ocean, neither girl
had any grasp of the notion of bathing. He gave up on finding the right words
for his instructions and instead stripped his clothes off and stepped under the
shower. He used the bar of soap to lather his body, then rinsed off. He then
stepped out of the shower and motioned for the older girl to take his place.
In the end, he had to enter the shower with each girl in turn, showing them how
to use the soap and washcloth, and how to shampoo their long black hair. His
cock was fully erect by the time he finished with their showers, a fact not
lost on the girls.
Louisa was more fully developed that her younger sister, standing an inch
or so over five feet, with smallish breasts up high on her chest and a womanly
curve to her hips and ass. Maria was not even five feet tall, and her firm
brown breasts and dark nipples seemed proportionally larger on her narrower
frame. Her ass was small and tight. Neither girl had much body hair except
for a small triangle of silky black hair above their virgin sex.
Lecter brought the girls back inside and busied himself with showing them
how to brush out and braid their long hair while he thought about how to
proceed. Not expecting to bring home two girls, Lecter was unsure about how
and when he might introduce one or both to the duties he longed for them to
perform. The elder girl took charge, however, ordering her sister around in
their native tongue, preparing a bed out of blankets for the younger girl at
the foot of Lecter's large home- made bed. Once she had her sister in bed for
the night, Louisa then placed a towel in the center of his bed and climbed into
position, her head and shoulders on the bed, her ass sticking up in an
unmistakable invitation.
Lecter fucked her twice that night, first in the doggie position popular
in most cultures and in nature, then in the missionary position. She bled very
little when he first broke though her membrane, and came twice during their
much lengthier, second course. Lecter learned that night and over the days
that followed why virginity is so valued in many cultures. He took great
pleasure in her awakening sexuality, the joy with which Louisa learned and
performed new techniques to please him and her growing wonder at her own body's
trilling reaction to his hands, mouth and cock. She willingly took his cock
into her mouth and learned by watching his reaction how to excite him until he
groaned and gushed into her warm eager mouth.
The elder Louisa held herself as the wife of the house, and took sharp
notice whenever she saw Lecter admiring or attending to the younger sister.
Whenever she sensed Lecter's attention on Maria she became sharp to her sister
and pouted at him.
This all changed after the night he decided to introduce Louisa to anal
sex. She was on the bed, expecting him to mount her doggie style, when she
felt his finger enter her ass to apply a lubricating oil. She cried out and
leapt from the bed, shaking her finger at him and speaking sharply in her
native tongue. Lecter ignored her outburst, shrugged, and brought the younger
sister from her makeshift bed to his.
His intentions became clear as he climbed onto the bed himself and
prepared to mount the girl, and Louisa cried out and attempted to separate the
two. Lecter grabbed her wrists and got her under control, then calmly bound
her wrists and tied her to the foot of the bed. Humiliated, the older sister
had no choice but to watch Lecter fuck her virgin sister. He took her twice
that night, finding Maria a willing and enthusiastic lover. In the morning,
with Louisa still bound at the foot of the bed, he greased the younger girl's
ass and fucked her there. He went very slowly, fingering the girl's cunt as he
worked his cock in and out of her very tight ass, and they came together in a
cacophony of groans and cries.
After a day in the fields, showers and the evening meal, he again invited
the younger girl to share his bed while the elder was relegated to the
make-shift bed. After a lusty fuck he relaxed in bed with Maria curled up next
to him, sleeping. After ten minutes he noticed Louisa rise and walk silently
over to the dresser and retrieve the small jar of oil he had used on Maria that
morning and tried to use with Louisa the night before. His cock started to
recover as he watched her move across the dark room to the kitchen table, lift
her leg onto a chair, and reach between her legs and up to apply the oil to her
brown rosette.
He gently rolled off the bed, and walked over to her. She titled her
head back for a kiss, her black eyes looking for forgiveness. Lecter grabbed
her roughly, turned her around, and pushed her over the edge of the table.
With one hand on the girl's back, holding her face down on the table, he used
his other to spank her ass for several long minutes. The sobbing girl stayed
in position, bent over the table, as he greased himself and forced his cock up
her virgin ass. He was not as gentle as with Maria, allowing her much less
time to get used to his cock before he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
Holding her braided hair in his hand like a leash, he sodomized the whimpering
girl, driving his cock fully to the hilt with every brutal stroke. By the time
he finally came in her tight hole he was slamming his hips into the groaning
girl with great speed and she cried out in relief when she felt his hot cum
blast her bowels.
After this episode Lecter exercised his choice when evening came,
alternating between the two girls and occasionally bringing both to his bed.
The girls curried his favor with their work in the fields and around the house,
and with their enthusiasm in bed.
Thinking back on all this gave Lecter a tremendous erection. Maria came
in from her shower and sat down across the table from him, humming to herself
while she worked a brush through her ass-length black hair. His eyes dropped
from her guileless face to her firm brown mounds and the chocolate colored nubs
at the tips, and he decided that food could wait.
When he rose and the girl saw the stiff cock bob as he approached, she
set the brush down and turned toward him. His fingers combed into her still
damp hair and he pulled her head toward his rod, savoring the sight of her lips
parting to take his white shaft inside. His hands directed the action, and the
girl concentrated her efforts on sucking his cock and tonguing the head while
he slowly fucked her face.
Louisa entered the cabin several minutes later, fresh from her shower,
and Lecter was pleased to see no sign on her lovely face of the jealousy of the
past. She smiled at Lecter and noticed his eyes follow her as she walked to
the kitchen sink and set her basket of shrimp in the sink. When she turned
back, she saw him watching her closely, his eyes traveling down her nude body
as he pulled her sister's mouth back and forth on his cock.
"Aqui," he said and the elder girl approached. He extracted his fingers
from Maria's hair and the younger girl took over control, rocking her head back
and forth as she sucked and licked his cock. Lecter pulled the other girl next
to him and he leaned over to kiss her, driving his tongue deeply into her mouth
while his hands caressed her body. Her nipples hardened rapidly under his
fingers and she moaned into his mouth when he gently pulled and twisted the
sensitive nubs. His other hand traced a line down her back and cupped the firm
round mounds of her ass.
Breaking the kiss he looked into her dark eyes while his fingers slipped
purposefully down the crack of her ass. Finding the crinkled texture of her
rosebud, he rubbed one finger in small circles for several moments before
forcing the digit inside. Her lips parted as he wormed it inside and her tongue
emerged to wet her lips.
"Prepare yourself, my child," he said and her dark eyes flashed with
understanding and passion. He removed his finger and watched as Louisa
retrieved the oil, coated a finger, and pushed it deep up her ass. While she
was preparing herself, he pulled the younger girl off his cock and up, and
kissed her long and hard, his hands caressing the smaller, tighter body.
"Gracias, Maria," he said. Selecting a chair with arms, he sat down and
motioned for Louisa to approach. She came to him, and turned as he directed,
and he lifted her up into his lap. Planting her feet on the edges of the
chair, outside his thighs, she squatted and then lowered herself until she felt
the slick head of his cock against her anus. Groaning pleasantly, she slowly
let herself down, impaling her ass on his cock.
"Ahhhhhh," she intoned as his cock filled her slowly until she was
completely corked. Lecter's hands reached around and played with her breasts
and cunt while the girl pushed against the arms of the chair to raise herself
up and then let gravity force herself down on his cock. After several minutes
of this, Lecter stopped the girl, holding her in his lap. He rose to his feet
and carried the girl with him to the bed. After positioning the still-corked
girl and himself in the middle of the bed, he called for Maria.
The sodomy continued with the younger girl behind Lecter, her breasts and
their hard nubs pressed into his back, while he fucked his cock at a steady
pace in the older girl's exquisitely tight canal. Louisa had one hand between
her legs, rubbing her sensitive clit, and was moaning in pleasure at the
powerfully erotic sensations coming from both holes. Maria had one arm wrapped
around Lecter, her small fingers caressing his chest and nipples, while she
rocked into him with the same cadence as his movements. Her other hand was
between Lecter's white cheeks, two fingers fucking in and out of his ass.
"Oh Yes" moaned Lecter when he finally gave up on holding back his
release and felt his balls tighten in preparation. He heard the cries of Louisa
as his cock blasted jet after jet of cum into her depths, as she too came.
"Thank you, Clarice," he thought to himself as he emptied his balls in
the girl.