Sally sat up in bed. She hadn't been asleep-just on the brink-and then suddenly she was aware of a sound coming from downstairs. She listened closely. She was sure someone was down there. Could Patrick have returned so soon? Was it a burglar? Maybe the wind?
Sally shivered as she pulled the covers from her naked body. She silently slipped into her robe and stood up. It was chilly, even for October, and outside the bedroom window branches brushed against the shingles.
Again, a noise.
"Pat?" she called, almost at once wishing she hadn't said anything. If whoever was downstairs hadn't known she was there, they knew now. She walked into the hall and peered over the railing. The entrance hall was quiet, the door closed. She started down the steps bravely. It seemed ridiculous that someone should be waiting there in the dark for her.
Sally looked at the door-the lock was set-and breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, she imagined the only way to get into the old farmhouse was through the front door. She walked into the living room and reached out toward the lamp next to the sofa. A hand firmly grabbed her wrist.
"God!" Sally screamed, and then another hand covered her mouth. She stared into a face she could not see.
"Another word and you're dead," the darkened face said in a deep, strong voice.
Sally breathed deep as the man removed his hand from her lips. She felt ? sweat breaking out and she trembled as he continued to twist her wrist.
"You alone here?" the man asked.
"Yes," she said, almost breathless.
"No kids up there, no husband?"
"No." She could smell stale whiskey on his breath.
"You're hurting me," Sally whispered, and the man let go of her arm. She stood there, inches from him, still unable to see him, wondering what to do more than fearing for her life. She wanted to run, but where could she go? The nearest house was almost a mile away. She'd never be able to outrun him. And who was he? What did he want?
She got her answers soon enough. Suddenly her face was blinded by light. The man clicked on a large flashlight and shined it in her eyes. Then he moved it up and down the length of her body. Sally pulled the robe tight over her breasts.
The light cast a light golden glow over the room and she could make out the figure who was now in control of her life. He was tall, taller than her husband, rugged and almost handsome. He had deep set eyes and dark brown hair, and a rough beard. There was a knife sticking out of his jeans and he was wearing a red plaid lumberjack coat.
"I'm a hunter, been up deer hunting for two weeks. I don't want to hurt you. Saw you on your porch before the sun went down. Knew I had to have you." His voice was commanding, intense.
Sally blinked and stepped back a bit. "You want money."
"I want you."
Sally put her hand to her lips. She shook in real fear now. She had been Patrick's childhood sweetheart, they had both been virgins when they married, she had never even seen another man naked. And now this burly hunter was demanding her body in the middle of her living room floor. And Patrick was away in Chicago, unaware, unable to help her.
"Please, no..." Sally whispered, backing up.
"Don't try to run, don't resist, and you won't get hurt," the man said, flashing the knife in his other hand. He directed the beam of light on her breasts. "Open up that robe and let me see your body," he demanded.
"No!" Sally said firmly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The man came toward her. She backed up against the wall and he pressed his body to hers, aiming the point of the knife blade at her throat. "Now take off the motherfucking robe, baby doll," he ordered.
Sally breathed again as he backed up. She undid the sash of her robe and let the front fall open. The man directed the beam of light directly on her pussy, and the light made the dark thick hair seem almost light brown. Then he looked at her firm, upstanding young breasts. He licked his lips.
"You just stay right there, against the wall," he said, as he turned and walked back to the sofa. He sat in the deep cushions and clicked off the light. The room was pitch black and Sally could only hear the sound of his heavy breathing and of his pants buckle, the noise of his boots on the floor, the sound of his pants sliding down. She was seized with a sense of revolt and dizziness, but. at the same time something kept her from running, or from shouting, or from fainting. None of those things would have done much to help the situation, but they seemed natural under the circumstances. Instead, to her surprise, she was rather calm, and though she dreaded what was to come she resigned herself to it.
The lignt clicked back on. It was pointing directly between the man's legs, spread on the couch. In the center of the concentrated pool of light was a cock that looked twice the size of her husband's. Sally gasped as she looked at it. It seemed to rise up from a thicket of black wiry hair, standing straight up the man's belly, proud and erect She knew she could never even get her hands around it, much less take it into her pussy. The head was almost purple and looked like one of the giant mushrooms she had recently found in the woods near the house. She never knew a man's cock could be so enormous. It frightened her and yet it intrigued her.
"See that?" the man asked with a grin. "That's for you to suck, little lady."
"Oh my God," Sally moaned, still standing against the wall. Suddenly the light was back in her face and she was blinded.
"You good at sucking cock?"
Sally winced and turned her head. The light moved back to the huge organ between the man's legs.
"I'll bet you do a nice job on your husband, huh? Huh, little farm girl?" The man was mocking her, almost laughing at her.
"Please..." Sally started to whisper, but he cut her off.
"Your husband have a dick this big?"
She had never heard it called a dick before.
"Hey, you hear me?" The light was in her eyes again. "Your husband have a big thing between his legs?"
"It's not that big," Sally said softly. Pat's cock was a good seven inches, and till now she wasn't so sure.
"Come here," he ordered. She obeyed.
She stood in front of him, her robe open, looking down at his thick manly cock. She noticed now too that his stomach was firm and there was a line of hair down the center leading to his crotch. His chest was covered with dark wiry hair, and his arms were heavily veined.
"Kneel down and say nice things to it," the man ordered, holding the light steadily above his cock.
Sally knelt down and placed her hands on the man's naked knees. She shivered in fear and excitement. She had never been in such a position. The only times she'd taken Pat's cock in her mouth were when they were in bed together, usually in a sixty-nine position.
"Go ahead, touch it, it won't bite," the man said, still gruff, still demanding.
Sally reached out with her right hand and placed a fingertip on the head of his penis. It felt hot to the touch. The entire cock jerked back against his stomach.
"Take it in your hand," he ordered, and Sally wrapped her hand around the tip, her fingers just barely able to close around it. Then she moved her hand down, and her fingers parted, until she brought both hands to enclose the base. She was astounded at the size, at the stiffness, at the beauty of the man's organ. Suddenly she was beginning to forget the danger and the fears and concentrate on being overwhelmed by the enormous cock and the sensuality of the situation.
"That's it, move it up and down," he moaned in a softer and gentler tone. Sally moved the skin up and down the shaft and brought her fingers over the tip again, remembering her wedding night when she touched Pat's naked organ
-she had felt it in his shorts many times as they kissed and made out-for the first time. Fascination was invading her mind.
"Talk to it, baby, say nice things to it," he said, but Sally remained silent. She didn't know what to say.
"Goddamnit!" The man grabbed her by the hair and flashed the light in her face again. "Talk to my dick!"
Sally cleared her throat. "It's so big, it's so huge," she whispered, running her fingertips up and down the length of his organ.
The man settled down into the sofa, thrusting his loins forward, closer to Sally's naked breasts. He spread his legs as far as they would go and let his balls drop over the edge of the cushion.
"Tell it you love it," he said, watching her in a lustful kind of teasing manner.
"I love your cock, I love your cock," Sally said, forcing herself to say the words. Then, almost on a whim, she said, "I love your big fat dick." She liked saying the word dick and something inside her began to warm and she felt excited.
"Kiss my dick, you beautiful little cunt," the man growled. He grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand and pointed the organ to her lips. Sally closed her eyes and parted her full pink lips just slightly. The man placed his cockhead against them and a rush of passion filled both their bodies.
"Suck my dick," the man said, and Sally opened her lips and took the head into her mouth. She couldn't believe how different it felt from her husband's cock-so much hotter, so much thicker, so much fuller. She knew she couldn't take more than the head-and she squirmed kneeling there at the thought of having the whole thing rammed down her throat.
She sucked on the tip alone while the man let the flashlight shine across the room. He dropped his hand to the couch. She could hear his moans growing louder and she felt his legs shaking and his entire body beginning to shiver. Then, suddenly, he shouted and grabbed the light and directed it closely to his cock.
"Pull your head off, grab my dick! HOLD IT!" he yelled, as his entire body convulsed and the tip of his organ suddenly opened to emit spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen. Sally held the shaft of his cock as it jerked with each jet of cum. It shot into the air, against her face, on her hair, all over the man's stomach and chest, and on the couch. It was an unbelievable load-something else that startled and fascinated Sally.
"Holy Jesus, baby, watch me come!" he shouted in glee, as he himself watched his load shooting into the quiet air of the living room. His cock shook again and again, and then finally settled down and let the last of his orgasm dribble down the shaft.
Sally's hands were covered with sperm, and she could feel a gob running down her cheek. She stared at the tip of his cock-it still looked as if it were going to explode at any minuteand watched the glistening white cum slide down over the mushroom head.
Then she felt his hand in her hair again, pushing her face toward the hard, wet organ. She didn't want to suck it after it was all wet, but then again she did. She was confused, but she outwardly protested.
"No, please, don't make me..."
He more than made her. He shoved her face onto his dick with such force that she almost blacked out from the sudden pain in the back of her throat. His cock was shoved as far down her passage as it would go, and Sally's eyes almost bulged.
Then he allowed her to work herself, cleansing all the sperm, licking it from his cock, from her fingers, from his belly and chest. When she started licking his chest he thrust his cock up between her breasts and moved it back and forth there-something Patrick liked doing till he came-until he felt incredibly excited again.
"Get up," he ordered.
Sally stood up.
"Put some fucking lights on, I want to see you," he said, and she obeyed. She clicked on the light next to the sofa, the light she had been reaching for when he first grabbed her.
Sally stood a few feet from him, pulling her robe around the front of her body again. There was a gob of his cum still on her cheek and it shone in the light. He sat there, legs spread, one hand on his wet dick, staring at her.
"You've had what you wanted, now please go," Sally said bravely.
The man laughed. "Had what I wanted? Honey, we've only just begun!"
Sally shuddered. She looked down at the huge cock and wondered what it would be like to be fucked by it. She had often, in the last two or three years, wondered what it would be like to be fucked by another man, a man other than Pat. She had been married almost four years now, and she had been perfectly faithful-though with a growing sense of frustration.
"Take off those clothes," he ordered, "and make me come again."
Sally dropped the robe to her feet and stood naked in the middle of the room. He stared at her voluptuous body and licked his lips. Then he started beating his cock up and down as she spread her legs a bit and put her hands on her hips.
"Spread your cunt for me, you little bitch," he ordered. Sally leaned back a bit and tried to spread her pussy lips just with her muscles.
"Use your hands," he said, and she did, pulling the hairy lips of her cunt apart so he could see the moist pink insides. The sight turned him on. His cock was hard and the tip again looked as if it would explode.
"Come closer."
Sally moved close to him and put one foot up on the arm of the sofa so he could get a good shot of her pussy. She spread it with her hands again and then stuffed one finger up her hole.
"Stick your whole hand up there!"
Sally moved her fingers together and slid them up her womanly passage as she had done so many times when Patrick was on one of his trips. Masturbation had become part of her life, and she was adept at it. She moved her hand inside her cunt like a cock and the man watched in fascinated interest as she performed.
Finally she pulled her fingers out and offered them to him. He took them in his mouth and cleansed them, licking her pussy juices into his throat.
"Gimme that pussy." he moaned, shoving his head between her legs. Sally closed her eyes and was in heaven. He was an expert, as good as Pat-eating pussy was one thing Pat loved to do-and his tongue was sending waves of thrilling passion all through her. She felt his hard darting tongue lovingly toying with her clit, and her juices began to seep down the passage into his mouth. She opened her eyes and watched his hand moving in a blur up and down his huge cock. He kicked his legs into the air and put one foot up on the opposite arm of the sofa, still beating his dick.
He lapped her pussy till his face was wet and red. She was gushing against him now and the smell of her twat, the heat it generated on his face, the sweat on his body, all brought him to the point of orgasm again.
"I'm coming!" he shouted as he pulled his mouth from her pussy.
Sally turned just in time to see his cock doing a repeat performance of what it had done minutes earlier. Cum was shooting into the air, as much as the first time, as they watched with their mouths open.
"Oh man," he moaned, bucking his hips up and down. "Look at all that jit!"
Sally had never heard the word fit before, either. She put her foot down and stood looking at him till his orgasm was finished and he was breathing regularly again.
"Please, now, leave me..." Sally begged in a soft voice. She was still afraid of being fucked by such a monster of a cock.
"On the floor," the man ordered in a powerful voice.
"What?" Sally asked, not understanding what he meant.
"Get on the floor," he said, standing up. She did as she was told while he removed the rest of his clothing, his opened shirt and the undershirt that he had pulled up around his neck.
He stood above her, naked, his huge cock hanging down between his legs, against his hairy balls. She viewed him from that angle as a god, as a sculpture from the Greeks. His body was incredibly powerful and masculine, and for a moment Sally felt that she could submit to him in any way. The danger of the situation was gone now. Sexuality had replaced it.
The man knelt down and took Sally's head in his hands and then brought his face to hers. He planted a hard kiss on her tight lips, and then as she opened them his tongue slid into her mouth slowly, warmly, easily. They kissed passionately for a moment and then he pulled his head away.
"Suck my cock till you choke on the jit," he said, almost angrily, pushing her face down to his hardening cock again. He lay flat on the floor, looking at the ceiling, his legs spread in anticipation. At once he felt his cock engulfed by the sweet warm lips, by the crazy love that he was now experiencing, by the lips of the housewife he had terrorized.
He thought of her naked in bed with her husband, imagining how she sucked him, how he fucked her. He wondered what the husband would say when he found out she had been forced to give a stranger a blow job. He smirked as he felt Sally's head pumping up and down on his shaft.
"Get my nuts too, suck my nuts," he ordered, and while she grabbed his wet slippery cock with one hand, she moved her face between his hairy thighs and started lapping at his balls. She was fascinated at the size of them-they seemed to hang lower than Pat's did-and sucked one into her mouth, released it, and then took the other between her lips.
"Suck 'em both together," he ordered.
"I ... I can't," Sally said softly, realizing her mouth wasn't big enough.
The man pulled away. "Turn over, you bitch," he said, and Sally turned over onto her back, facing the ceiling as he had just been doing.
Then the man positioned himself over her head and dropped his body to her face. His spread ass-hole touched her chin and then his balls covered her lips. She stared up at his huge cock bouncing above her face and she heard him order her to suck his nuts into her mouth.
She didn't realize quite how she did it, but it worked. She got one ball into her mouth and then opened her lips till she thought they would rip and sucked as hard as she could. The other testicle entered her mouth cavity and she breathed through her nose and moved his nuts around with her tongue.
"Oh baby, you're something else!" He was evidently pleased. "Keep 'em in there, honey, suck on 'em hard," he whispered, beginning to beat on his cock again. Sally knew he was going to come again and she looked up, watching his hand move up to the head, again and again, in perfect rhythm, waiting for the load.
And it came easily. She felt his balls shrink up and then swell as he cried out. Then the cum poured out of the tip of his cock and fell to her face, wetting her with his semen.
He pulled his balls out of her mouth and rested his ass on her breasts. Then he grabbed his half-hard dick with his right hand and started slapping it against her face. SLAP! He hit her wet cheek with the full force of his cock and it stung.
"Ow! Please don't hurt me ... "
SLAP! He hit her full across the lips, then against her forehead. SLAP! SLAP! He beat his cockhead against her face till it hardened again and then he stuffed it in her mouth and started fucking her there, fucking her in the mouth with hard long strokes, smashing her head into the carpeting.
Tears poured down Sally's face as the man fucked her mouth without mercy. His balls slammed against her chin each time and his cock dug deeper and deeper into her throat. She thought she was going to pass out from the pain and she wished it wasn't happening. She wanted to grab his knife now and slide it along his back and then lunge it into him. She wanted to kiss him as he was killing her.
Then, again-almost unbelievably-he came.
Sally's raw throat was soothed by the warmth of his semen, and by the time he pulled his cock out of her mouth the passion of wanting to kill him had ceased and a great desire to be fucked by him had taken hold somewhere inside her.
The man clicked out the light. There was a long and deadly silence for a few minutes as he renewed his strength. Sally lay there, unmoving, hardly breathing, on the tip of ecstatic excitement, with fear being only an underlying emotion now, somehow adding to the intense sexual feelings which now possessed her.
In a moment she felt the hunter's hand moving up her thigh. It roamed over her furry cunt for a moment and then made its way to her breasts. He fingered her nipples-they were hard as rock-and tweaked them and pulled them. Then she felt his whole body moving near her, over her it seemed, and his lips came down to her breasts and licked, lovingly, tenderly, sucking hard on her nipples.
She felt his face move down her body to her crotch, and again he slid his tongue up her twat. She wanted him now, she wanted his enormous cock. She didn't know if he could be able to come again, but she wanted just to feel the huge thing up her cunt
"Make love to me," Sally whispered, losing all control.
"You want me to fuck you?" the man asked in a soft voice, playing with her pussy with his fingers.
"Yes, I want your big dick inside me, here, on the floor, now," she moaned. Sally had never felt this way in her life. She was begging to be raped, begging to be used. She wanted wild sex now, for the first time in her life, and her entire body seemed to be aching to pull his cock inside her.
"Want me to stick it up you in one fast move?" he said in a deep voice, teasing her.
Sally, thrust her hips up toward his hand. "Yes, I don't care how it hurts, fuck me, PLEASE!"
The man grabbed a pillow from the couch and shoved it under her ass. Her pussy was spread in the middle of the dark room, her legs open, ready to receive his gigantic cock.
"I'm gonna fuck you baby, like you've never been fucked before," the hunter said assuredly, positioning himself.
Sally knew he was kneeling between her legs, getting his huge dick into position. "I want your dick, I want you to fill my cunt with your jit ... "
"Hold on, honey, we've only just begun!" With one hand the hunter grabbed her thigh and lunged forward. "FUCK YOU, CUNT!" he shouted. Only it wasn't his cock he shoved up Sally's cunt. It was the flashlight!
"Arrrrggggghhhhhh!" Sally cried out as she suddenly felt her cunt stuffed with the coldest hardest thing she had ever come in contact with. It took her a few moments to regain her senses and realize it wasn't his big cock at all that was fucking her. She only realized it was the flashlight when it turned on, as he worked it in and out of her cunt.
Sally looked to see the beam of light flashing up and down, over his body and the walls, and she heard an animalistic laugh coming from his lips as he knelt between her legs and slid the flashlight in and out of her pussy.
"You're a good fuck, baby," he laughed.
"I hate you! I hate you!" She screamed again and again.
Suddenly she was stilled by a hard slap across the face. She felt the sting for minutes afterward, and she lay there silently while he worked the huge instrument in and out of her pussy.
Then he stood up. The flashlight was all the way up her cunt-it had warmed by now and
Sally realized it felt like Patrick's prick-with only the head sticking out, only the beam of light.
"You shine that light up here on my cock, and don't you dare touch it with your hands," the hunter ordered.
Sally felt tears in her eyes again. She had never been in such a degrading position in her entire life. She lifted her legs and held them, trying to desperately aim the light-to aim her cunt-at the naked man. She shined it on him--he was standing with his hard cock in his hands-and he moved away. She twisted and turned, and each time she found him, he would move, and she would have to move around the floor in a desperate attempt to find him.
Finally he stood between her legs and ordered her to shine the light on his cock. It was easy enough to do, and Sally held her legs back and up in the perfect position so the light would concentrate on his dick. Almost as soon as the light aimed on him, he came.
"Jesus," Sally said, unable to believe he was having yet another orgasm. But the cum shot out of the tip of his cock and landed on her body. It was amazing, incredible. Finally she couldn't take any more. She dropped her legs to the floor and with a movement of her vaginal muscles pushed the flashlight out of her cUnt.
The man clicked on the lights. His cock was still dripping of cum. Sally lay on her back on the floor, covered with his semen, her eyes full of tears, red, her hair wet and matted. The man stood above her. He looked different somehow, almost crazed. He put one foot on her hand, just above her shoulder-he was standing just behind her head-and then stepped on her other hand, pinning her to the floor. All she could do was kick her feet. She looked up at him. All she could see was his huge cock and balls, hanging down toward her face, and his hairy legs and, as he moved, the tip of his chin. She wondered what he was going to do-surely he couldn't come again-and his silence scared her. He wasn't going to fuck her. What did he want? She was beginning to get hysterical.
Then, all of a sudden, as Sally closed her eyes and tried to rid her head of the pounding, she felt a drop of liquid on her forehead. She opened her eyes only to have them burned with a gushing stream of golden urine. The hunter was beginning to piss on her. He grabbed his cock and aimed it so his long thick stream covered her entire body-her legs, her cunt, her stomach, breasts, neck, face and hair. The yellow piss rolled off her and saturated the rug.
He peed on her for a full minute, even taking time to shake the last drops of urine from the head of his huge cock.
Then, as Sally lay there sobbing, her body bathed in urine and semen, her own sexual desires unfulfilled, her pride violated, the hunter dressed, picked up his knife and flashlight, turned out the light and left through the window by which he had entered.
And, silently, he disappeared into the night.
CHAPTER TWO
Rainy days and Mondays always were the worst for Sally Stevens. Rain depressed her, made her feel uneasy, trapped indoors, when she liked to feel free. That is why she had consented to buying the farm when Patrick had proposed the idea-an old house, an orchard, all their own, away from the crazy cities. Summer in the city was something neither one of them could stand. They had met in Chicago, both during their first year of college, married, quit school, and soon after moved to the farmhouse in Wisconsin. That was four years ago.
Mondays were also particularly depressing. They reminded Sally of everything she didn't like, particularly memories of having to get up to go to school after a fun-filled weekend, having to see Patrick leave her for work, facing chores and the world coming back to life.
It was both rainy and Monday that morning, when Sally awoke on the living room rug. She had cried herself to sleep, half in a state of shock. In just a few hours her entire world had been changed, turned upside down and inside out. She lifted her head from the floor and looked at the windows-rain beat against them. The phone was ringing in the kitchen but she couldn't bring herself to answer it. She was numb, cold, sick. She sat up and looked at the stains on her white rug, the rug she had bought just recently, the one thing she had saved for for so long. Now it was ruined with the urine of a madman.
The phone rang again and again and the sound seemed to grow louder each time. Sally just muttered, "Patrick," and leaned against the couch. It was Monday, and for more reasons than usual, she didn't want to face the day. She felt totally humiliated, ashamed, unable to face anyone.
Somehow she made it through the morning. She bathed and made herself breakfast, then checked the small safe in the dining room to make sure it hadn't been tampered with. It was locked, untouched. Then she tried to remove the stains from the rug, in which she succeeded to some extent. A small amount of discoloration would remain, a terrible reminder of that awful evening.
In the bathtub, however, Sally felt one slight pang of remembered excitement. She was wiping the dried semen from her breasts, and as she looked down to the soft skin and saw the white of his cum still? there she remembered how excited she had been, how her vagina had been quivering and juicing. She felt that rush of terrible pleasure and immediately put it out of her mind.
The phone didn't ring again till that night. Pat, her husband, was on the other end. He asked how his baby was.
"Fine, honey, but it's been raining all day," she said in a straight voice, if a little depressed.
"Anything wrong? You sound upset." Pat was concerned.
"No, it's nothing. I'm just tired, I guess. Where, will you be home? I miss you." She held her breath, holding in her deep secret. She knew she would never be able to tell him. She would be too embarrassed.
"Tomorrow afternoon, I think. Depends on how things work out." Now his voice sounded strange, upset.
"Pat, what's it this time?" she asked, worrying.
"Nothing and everything. But that's my business and you just forget about it," he ordered.
He didn't mean to sound strict-which he did-but only strong enough to let her know he didn't want her to ask any more questions about what new "business" venture he was involved in.
"Okay, honey, see you tomorrow." Sally kissed the phone. At the same time she made up her mind to call her friend, Susan, and ask her to spend the night. Just to ease her mind.
" 'Bye, baby," Pat said.
* * *
As Patrick Stevens hung up the phone, he looked down between his legs. "Take it easy, you're biting it," he said. The girl looked up and grinned, then went back to doing her thing-and biting his cock.
Another man sat across the room-good-looking, like Patrick, a few years older than him, about thirty-and said, "Hey, Stevens, she good?"
Patrick looked at him, with the girl still working hard on his dick, and laughed. "She's too good!"
"Let's switch!" the guy called, and the girl between his legs got up and walked over to Patrick.
"Anything you say, Lenny," Patrick said, as the girls switched places. The cock-biter took her place between Lenny's legs and the blonde knelt before Patrick and lovingly started giving him a blow job.
"Man, honey, take it easy, leave some for fucking," Lenny said, as the girl tore at the head of his cock. He had never seen anyone go at a cock quite like she had. They had met the girls at a bar near Chicago's Old Town. Lenny had said, "This is my kind of town!" to one of the girls and she had immediately replied, "And you're my kind of man!"
So it was easy-a few drinks, a hotel room, everyone naked. But Patrick remembered he had to call his wife, so he did it as the others watched, as the girl sucked his cock. There was a great excitement in it-God knows, he had done it before. He had been cheating on Sally since three weeks after their wedding night when he had fucked a girl only seventeen years old whom he had met while shopping for a present for Sally. Since then he had an urge for sex that his wife alone could not satisfy.
But he was getting satisfied now. The blonde was sucking his cock like he had never had it sucked before. She pulled on it with her lips, then flicked her tongue over the tip and slid it between the little slit there, and then took it all down her throat, massaging it with her tonsils, pulling on his balls as if she were milking a cow.
"Oh man, I'm almost there," Pat said. He spread his legs even more so the girl could finger his ass-hole. He looked down at her, saw how her lips were distended around his thick cock-it was a good healthy seven inches and thicker than most-and noticed the sparkle in her eyes. Then he looked across the room at his friend Lenny, who always seemed to have enough money and access to broads to last a lifetime, who was being sucked out of his mind.
"Wait till I tell you, hold off and we'll come at the same time!" Lenny called, resting his hands on top of the girl's moving head.
"Hurry up, pal," Patrick said almost breathlessly. "I'm gonna fill this chick till she chokes on it."
Lenny was close-that was all he needed-and he nodded his head and shoved his hips forward, forcing his long slender cock all the way down the girl's throat. Then, with each of the men watching the other reach orgasm, they came into the girls' throats, pumping their hips forward and pulling back with each jet of cum, smiling at each other through the whole thing.
The blonde let Patrick's cock fall from her lips when he was done coming, and she looked up and said, with a mouthful of sticky semen, "That sure tasted sweet."
Patrick laughed, reached down and kissed her and wiped his own cum onto his tongue from deep inside her mouth. Yes, he had to admit, it did taste sweet.
The four of them sat on the floor for a while, drinking, telling dirty jokes-none of them being particularly funny. The blonde began playing with herself and soon they were all watching as she shoved the head of the whiskey bottle up her snatch and pulled it out again.
"Put it up as far as you can," Patrick said, his cock getting hard again.
"Oh, it feels so nice," the girl moaned, letting Patrick take the bottle. He worked it in and out of her cunt as Lenny and the other girl held the thick pussy lips open.
Then Patrick had an idea. He got up and went to his traveling case and pulled out a tube of KY lubricant. He had found it in the bedroom of a house he had been in a few weeks before-in the bedroom of the teenage son of a bank president (and Patrick figured the kid was queer and liked to have guys fuck him in the ass with the lubricant because in the kid's dresser was a bunch of photos of men fucking other men). Now there would be a chance to put it to some use.
"Turn over," Patrick ordered the blonde. She obeyed. The other girl shoved a pillow under her stomach so her ass would stick up. Then Patrick spread the blonde's ass cheeks and darted his tongue in between.
"Oh, Patty!" the blonde screamed.
Patrick kissed her hard on the opening to her ass-hole, and then squirted a gob of the lubricant there. It was cold and she shivered, but his fingers soon warmed it and massaged it around the hole. They watched closely-one finger slid up her ass with ease.
"That feels good!" the blonde said.
"You gonna shove that bottle up her ass?" the other girl asked, as if making a genuine discovery.
"Yeah, stupid," Lenny said. "What you think? He's gonna shove his arm up there?"
And Patrick grabbed the whiskey bottle and placed it at the anal opening. The girl gasped as she turned around to see the near-empty bottle positioned, ready to enter her.
"Relax, baby," Patrick said softly as he twisted the head of the bottle-the cap had little ridges which excited the girl-in the greasy hair-lined opening. Lenny put his hand down under, on the pillow, and tickled the girl's cunt.
The head of the bottle, once within the muscles, once inside, easily slid up to the point where the bottle grew fatter.
"More, put more in," the blonde moaned as she was starting to get lost in the frenzy of being ass-fucked. But there was no more to put in her. The bottle was in as far as it would go. Patrick rotated it as Lenny slipped his fingers in to massage the girl's hard clit. She moved her hips up and down and her cunt suddenly became wet and hot.
"She-likes it," the other girl said, staring with slightly liquor-ridden eyes.
Lenny looked at the other girl for a second and finally said, "How'd you like my long cock up your ass-hole?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, you! Who do you think? Him?"
"I don't know..." the girl started saying, but before she had a chance to even think, Lenny had turned her over and was shoving the tube of KY into her ass. And he did just that-he shoved the tip of the tube into her hole and then gave it a good squirt.
"What the fuck you trying to do? Give me an enema? You an enema freak?" the girl said, all too loudly.
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy this," Lenny told her, positioning his cock.
"Give it to her good," Patrick told his friend as he watched him lunge forward with a force that seemed enough to split anyone's ass-hole!
"CHRIST ALMIGHTY!" the girl screamed, but Lenny reached up and clamped his hand over her mouth. His cock buried itself to the hilt. And, inside her ass-hole, it was completely greased from the gob of KY waiting there.
"Fuck her hard," Patrick said, watching Lenny shoving his cock up the girl's ass at the same time he twisted the bottle in the blonde's rear.
He had to do the same, the bottle wasn't exciting enough any more. But first he wanted a picture, so he got up, told the girl to stay there, and grabbed his camera. Then he told them to smile-the blonde lying there with a whiskey bottle sticking out of her ass, next to Lenny, who had his cock shoved all the way up the other girl's delicate ass.
After the picture, Patrick was ready to go to work. He pulled the bottle out of the girl's ass-hole and replaced it immediately with his cock. He shoved in slowly, a sharp lunge at a time, making her beg for more, till all seven inches were up her. The girl loved it and moved her hands down under herself to play with her hot gushing pussy at the same time.
Lenny and Patrick rode the girls for almost a half hour without stopping. Their cocks remained rigid as they rolled around in a variety of positions-the girls on top, sideways, the girls riding them, twisting with the cocks embedded in their ass-holes, the girls with their legs in the air, the guys above them, their cocks up their ass-holes instead of their cunts.
Finally they came. Patrick was first, and he pumped a good load into the blonde's ass-hole. She said it burned and she wanted more.
Then Lenny came, with a shout and spasms that wracked his whole body. He pulled his cock out while it was still coming, and the blonde quickly took it in her mouth and sucked the last of his jism into her throat.
Then the girls moved into a sixty-nine position, smashing their faces into each other's ass-holes, sucking the semen out of each other, while the two guys watched in shock and excitement.
Finally, after another rest, Lenny and Patrick took turns fucking both girls till their cocks actually hurt. Patrick especially wanted to make a good night of it. It would give him strength to do what he had to do the following morning, and it would enable him to get through five days with Sally. He had to have endurance.
The following morning, at 8:47 AM, the People's State Bank in Freeport, Illinois, was robbed of seven hundred thousand dollars. The bank president was taken to the bank with the holdup men while his wife and children were held hostage at their home. The man was released later on a country road, unharmed. The incident was identical to one that had happened a few weeks before, also in Illinois.
* * *
At 8:47 the same morning, Sally Stevens sat in the breakfast nook with her friend, Susan. Susan had spent the night-she was glad to do it because the girls had been friends for years-and was now having coffee and rolls before going off to work.
Sally was half-listening to the radio and half-listening to Susan talking about her latest boyfriend. But then, Sally said, "Susan, listen ... "
"The woman has been identified as Mrs. Thomas Olken of Kenosha County," the radio announcer said. "It appears she was sexually assaulted and was killed in the vicinity of the farmhouse earlier last evening."
Sally sat there, stricken, her face ashen. He killed that woman. She couldn't even lift her coffee cup.
"Sally, what is it? Did you know her?"
Sally looked at Susan. "What?" She shook her head, coming back to earth. She had to contain her fear. She felt the urge to tell Susan about the man, but she couldn't. She knew that Pat would find out somehow. "Oh, yes, I did, in a roundabout way. My mother knew her well," she lied.
"That's terrible. Oh, I hope they get him!" Susan said, finishing her little breakfast.
"So do I," Sally added. It was an understatement.
CHAPTER THREE
Patrick Stevens pulled up next to-the house at three-thirty. The sun was already setting in the trees of the orchard and the yard was still. The ground was still wet from the previous day's rain. He blew the horn and called out, "Sally!" when he got out of the car, but there was no reply.
When he entered the kitchen, he saw the note pinned to the refrigerator. Love-went to Mother's for the day. be home for dinner. Patrick threw the note in the trash can, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. Then he walked out to the porch and picked up the evening newspaper. The headline read: HOUSEWIFE SEX MURDER IN COUNTY.
"Thank God," Patrick mumbled and then skimmed the front page. Yes, there it was, a story about the second bank robbery that came off without a hitch and left the authorities wondering who and how in the hell it had been pulled off. Patrick grinned,' tossed the paper on the table, and went up to his small den/office.
It was his private room, one that was left untouched by his wife, under his strict orders. Sally respected his privacy. The room was actually a second bedroom-one that Sally hoped would soon be a child's room-but Patrick had no such thoughts. It was his workroom, and he had a great deal of work to keep him busy-usually. But today, now that his work had been completed for the time being, he was able to relax. He sat down on the small sofa and kicked off his shoes. He was a very good-looking guy, who had served as the president of his high school student council and had headed the swimming and tennis teams. Everyone had voted him most likely to succeed, but there was a lazy streak in him that his parents and teachers had noted which made them somewhat more skeptical of his future than his peers.
Sure enough, though grades were easy for him to get because he was smart, he succumbed to the easy life and married a girl with some money-enough to get a home and car purchased-and began to make his way into a certain society of underworld characters in the mess that was Chicago, only seventy miles to the south of his rustic home.
And he felt lazy today, however successful, and he was still jittery, his nerves were still on edge. Lenny had offered him a Valium, but he never touched pills. They scared him. Instead he figured a beer and a good meal would fix him up.
He sat there alone in his room for a few moments and thought about the girl with the bottle up her ass. He couldn't wait to get the pictures of that-it would be a great thing for him to beat off over. Sure, he fucked Sally every now and then, but masturbation was his favorite pastime at home.
Then he remembered the camera was still in the car, and he wanted to mail the film in so he could have the pictures soon. So he went out to get it and then noticed the flag was up on the mailbox. He guessed Sally had left before the mailman had come, so he walked to the box and leafed through the mail as he walked back to the house.
Among the bills and junk advertising was a package marked PERSONAL. It was addressed to him. "Oh, fuck," Patrick muttered to himself. He had completely forgotten about ordering the film. Man, he couldn't wait to see it! He could feel his cock hardening in his jockey shorts already.
He went up to his room, locked the door, pulled out his movie projector-a cheap 8mm job, but it worked fine for fuck films-and threaded the newly arrived movie onto it. He pulled the blinds and then the window shade (which served as a screen) and flicked the switch.
The screen lit up. Young Ladies was the title, in red on a black background. Then a close-up of a young girl's breast. A finger comes up and takes the nipple and flicks it, then fingers squeeze it till it turns purple. The camera backs away to show a girl-not older than fifteen, with just a bit of hair on her pussy-sitting on a chair in a barren room. A man, Spanish-looking, wearing soiled jeans and a cowboy hat, stands next to her, pinching her tit with his hand. The girl looks frightened, but then smiles slightly as the man begins to caress her breast. Soon the man stops and opens his fly and lets his huge cock fall out. The girl looks at it for a moment, then reaches up to touch it apprehensively. The man smiles as his cock begins to harden. Then, almost unbelievably, the young girl takes it into her mouth and starts sucking on it till it grows rigid. She knows what she's doing and she does it like an expert. Soon her mouth is gushing with the guy's cum and her eyes are on fire as she sucks all of his jism into her young body.
Then the man-his cock still hard-lifts her up into the air as his pants fall down around his feet. He spreads her legs and holds her around her ass as he lets her body sink down onto his thick organ. Soon his cock is all the way up her tender little twat and he's fucking her in the air. She is screaming and crying in pleasure, bouncing her little body up and down on his huge shaft.
The camera comes in close and shows the big guy's balls going rigid, and. then cum starts pouring out of her young cunt lips as he fucks her hard till he's poured every last drop into her.
Then, when he's done, he lifts her off and makes her kneel in front of him to suck the cum from his cock.
Patrick opened his zipper as he watched the young girl licking all the wet semen off the big guy's dick. He pulled his cock out of his under-shorts and took hold of it with one hand, while the other held his can of beer. He was relaxing now, holding onto his cock, watching the porno flick on his own wall.
The film cut to a beach, deserted. A group of young guys-in their twenties-walk down the shore, dressed in swimming trunks. They spot a young girl lying on a towel, in a yellow bikini.
She lifts her head and shows a very pretty face-she is about sixteen or seventeen, very naive-looking.
The boys walk over to her and stand around her in a circle. She sits up, looks frightened. Each time she wants to get up and run, one of the boys stands in her way. They surround her and force her to remain on the blanket. One of the boys orders her to remove her top, which she does. Her nice small tits fall out in the sunlight. Then another boy orders her to take off the small little bikini bottom, which she does. She spreads her legs and shows her cunt lips. She even pulls the lips apart for them to get a good shot of her pussy.
One of the boys pulls out his cock and starts beating off. Another follows, then another, till finally they all have dropped their trunks to the ground and are standing naked in the sand, beating their young cocks over the helpless girl.
In a minute the girl begins to like it, and she plays with herself, urging the boys to masturbate even more furiously. She tries to lick her own tits, she stuffs her fingers in her pussy, she spreads her ass-hole and puts her little finger up it. She reaches up and touches their balls, the tips of their cocks. The boys are all bending backward at the knees, their faces in pained expressions of the orgasms to come ...
Finally the girl lies flat back on the towel, awaiting the deluge. And it comes-one of the boys comes in a river of cream, directing it to her breasts as he falls to his knees. Another comes on her face, he too falling on his knees. Then another, until all of them shoot their semen on the girl's hot body. She is bathed in it, her whole body covered with white, and she rubs it all over herself, licking it off her fingers, rolling in it. The boys, as she is driving herself into the sand in ecstasy, all pull up their trunks and walk away, as if nothing has happened.
Patrick pulled his pants down to his feet and spread his legs. He set the beer can down and cupped his balls with one hand as he masturbated with the other. He was careful not to touch the head of his cock too much, for fear he'd come before the film had ended.
The camera cut to a man-at least thirty, fucking a girl of twelve or thirteen, with no hair on her pussy and a sweet, innocent face. She just lies there looking off into space as the man furiously fucked her.
Cut to a woman, a huge woman with gigantic breasts and a deep, hairy snatch. She is lying on a big bed in a well-furnished bedroom. Three young girls stand near her. At her command, they service her. One of the girls finger-fucks the woman, while the other two kiss and play with her tits. The woman slides her fingers up the girl's little cunts and takes turns sucking them as they do her. Finally the woman experiences orgasm as the girls fuck her with a rubber cock.
Then a shot of a young girl-eighteen, attractive-watching two boys taking a piss in a woods. The boys see her and force her to strip. One of them fucks her in the ass while the other sucks out her pussy.'
Then a close-up of a beautiful girl, a teenager, who is standing outside a rock concert. A man comes up to her, at least twice her age, and asks her to go with him. The camera cuts to the man's car-the back seat. The girl is sucking on the man's cock as the man looks at pictures of naked young girls with their pussies spread open.
The girl has saliva all over her face as she sucks madly on his big cock. She licks his balls and spits on them and rubs them with her hands. Then she sinks her head all the way down his cock and in a moment her cheeks bulge as he pumps his cum into her face. Then-in a close-up-the girl lifts her head, with her lips tightly closed, and looks at the man.
He smiles and makes a suggestive sound.
Then, with a twinkle in her eye, the girl smiles too. And as she opens her lips, all of the man's cum pours out of her mouth and runs down her throat and neck onto her clothes. She just grins as the cream pours out of her mouth, and she lifts her tongue from the thick mushy in-sides of her mouth and licks her lips.
That was the end of the film and it was the end of Patrick, too. His hand was covered with cum and he wished at that moment that he had a young girl there to take it and then he could watch all of it dribble out of her mouth as he had just seen on the screen. His orgasm was better than any the night before. It relaxed him, cooled him, calmed his nerves. His cock stood straight up for a long time, and he didn't even get up to wipe the wet semen. He figured he'd shower soon anyhow. Now it was time for a short nap. He certainly deserved it.
* * *
When Sally came home she heard the water running in the bathroom. She knew Patrick was taking a shower, and she always liked to see him naked, so she walked in the bathroom door and quietly waited till he stepped out from behind the shower curtain.
"Christ!" Patrick said, jumping back as he saw her. He hadn't expected to find someone standing in the bathroom with him.
"Sally loves you," Sally said in a girlish voice she often used on him. She reached out and kissed him and looked down his body. His cock looked much smaller than the one she had seen the other night, but she liked it much better. This one she knew, this one she could trust. This was not the cock of a criminal.
"Hey, let me dry off," Patrick said with a smile, rubbing the towel over his balls.
"Supper'll be ready in about twenty minutes," Sally announced, and left the bathroom.
She went downstairs and checked the roast that had been cooking in the automatic oven. She felt better now, much more secure now that her husband was home. She hoped he wouldn't be going away for a few more weeks. She hoped.
CHAPTER FOUR
After dinner, Sally sat in the living room reading the paper. She was especially interested in reading about the sex slaying. She knew she should call the police and tell them what had happened to her. She knew she could identify him down to the hair on his balls, but she was too afraid, too ashamed, too fearful.
Another story caught her eye. It was about a bank robbery in Illinois:
As in the last robbery, five men entered the home of the bank president and held his wife and children hostage, while three of the men drove the bank president to the branch just before the time lock was set to go off and open the safe.
Milton Kirshenbaum, president of People's State Bank of Freeport, said he was ordered to ride on the floor of the back seat of the automobile, and he was blindfolded the entire time. He cooperated, instructed his fellow employees to open the bank at 9:00 AM and not to sound the alarm for an. hour, which would give the men time to release him.
Mr. Kirshenbaum said the men all wore nylon stockings over their faces, but he was able to identify them all as white males. His family, though upset, was unharmed.
Police said the robbery was identical in the smallest detail to another bank holdup which occurred ...
"That's really something about that bank robbery. I always thought they catch robbers these days," Sally mumbled.
"Yeah, but I guess these guys know something the cops don't," Pat said, watching television across the room.
"And another hijacking, someone murdered in a theater in New York, Viet Nam, yecch!" Sally tossed the paper on the floor. "Makes me sick, this crazy world."
"Yeah," Pat said, engrossed in the television.
Sally washed the dinner dishes, locked the back, door-the night was cool, crisp, as only autumn in the Midwest could be-and told Pat she was going to curl up in bed with a good book.
"What are you reading?" Pat asked, getting a beer from the refrigerator.
"TIu Exorcist," she answered back. "That's supposed to be pretty frightening," Pat smiled.
"Well, if I get scared, I'll call you," Sally said and blew him a kiss. "Don't be too late." She desperately wanted him near her, wanted him to hold her and keep her warm and make her forget about the memory of the man with the knife, the flashlight, and the big cock.
Sally went up to bed. Patrick wanted to watch the late news. Sure enough, there was Mr. Kirshenbaum, smiling for reporters, showing them around the bank, around the house. His entire family posed for photographers, telling of their terrible ordeal. The newsmen commented that an "all-out effort" had begun to capture the robbers. However, there were no clues and no leads.
Patrick Stevens leaned back in the chair and took a swig of beer. There was a slight grin on his face, a half-smile, a knowing look that came from deep in his mind and said something that he alone-and four others-knew so very well. He turned off the television and closed his eyes. How did it ever happen? How was he so lucky to run into Lenny, to come upon the most thought-out and perfect plan of the century? He was in the company of men of genius with syndicate connections and he was soon going to be rich. Already he had money, more than he ever dreamed of owning, but soon he was going to be filthy rich, just like Milton Kirshenbaum and Nelson Rockefeller and the Kennedys. A little work once every three weeks or so was certainly worth half a million dollars in the end.
He was proud of himself, he felt good, superior, happy. He was set up now, set for good it seemed. Wife, respectable home, girls when he wanted, a great collection of pornography, soon he'd have his new car, soon he'd have everything he'd ever wanted.
Right now he wanted something-he knew he wanted something because there was an itching in his undershorts. When a job had been done successfully, there was always sexual excitement racing through Patrick's body. The masturbation session earlier had only warmed him up. Now, well-fed, secure in the knowledge that everything went off without a hitch, his cock was hard in his underwear, pressing sideways against his legs. He needed to get it off, needed to suck a little pussy. He stood up, turned out the lights, finished his beer there in the darkness as he looked out the window at the front yard. The wind was blowing the autumn leaves against the porch. He loved the farmhouse, it was so remote, so distant from the big city world of Lenny and the others. He was glad he had it to run to.
He climbed the stairs and had his shirt off by the time he reached the bedroom. The little light was on next to the bed, but Sally was sleeping with a smile on her face, the book lying on her breast. Her nightgown was up to her knees and just her feet were covered by the blanket. She was a beautiful sight-her chestnut hair was spread over the pillows and her nipples protruded through the soft material of her gown.
Patrick undressed quickly, dropping his pants and undershorts to the floor, leaving them there, standing for a minute next to his sleeping wife. His cock stood out hard in front of him and he fingered the tip just lightly and felt his balls quiver.
Then he knelt down next to the bed and easily, carefully, lifted Sally's nightgown till her pussy was exposed. He just stared at it for a moment. It looked so peaceful, so soft, so inviting. He sometimes was glad he had this nice tight cunt to come home to. Sally wasn't like the blonde, wasn't like the girls he knew in Chicago, the ones with holes as large as the Grand Canyon. He watched as Sally breathed in her sleep, as her breasts rose and fell.
Then, carefully, Pat reached up and lightly moved his fingers through the hairs of his wife's pussy. She moved a little in her sleep, spreading her legs a bit, which opened the lips of her beautiful cunt. Pat was really turned on now as he looked at the opening moist cunt before him. He smelled the lilac perfume of her body and bent his head close to her pussy and licked till his tongue touched the hairs. He touched her cunt lips with his fingers. Sally still slept.
Then Pat lost control. He spread her pussy with both fingers till he could see the pink wet insides, the hot little hard clit that he loved to flick with his tongue. He loved looking inside a pussy, loved seeing a cunt spread open to reveal its depths. He wanted to crawl into her vagina, wanted to stick his head in there and suffocate. He loved cunt, hot wet dripping cunt, he loved it plastered to his lips as he sucked for all he was worth.
Pat smashed his face to his wife's cunt and started fucking her with his tongue. He moaned and closed his eyes as he tasted the familiar bittersweet flavor of her womanly pussy juice. Then he felt her hands caressing his head and she too started moaning. She spread her legs instinctively, dropping one off the side of the bed till her foot rested on the floor. Then, with the aid of Pat's hands, she moved her body till she was facing the side of the bed and both feet were on the floor. Now her pussy was open to him, and he knelt there in supplication, in prayer almost, worshiping her beautiful wet snatch. It was Pat's best way of making love to his wife.
He found her clitoris and took it in his lips, sucking on it till she thought he was going to pull it out of her box. He flicked it back and forth with his rigid tongue till she gripped the bedsheets and rocked her ass on the springs. If he didn't stop, she was going to come-and she wanted to, desperately. All the sexuality, all the intense excitement and contradicting emotions of the past two days were now culminated in her pussy, and nothing short of an orgasm would put her at ease.
"Oh, Pat, I love you, I love you," Sally moaned as he never once took his face from her cunt.
He bit on the lips, wiped his tongue over the mound of wet hair, and then slid it back up her. She flexed her muscles and her cunt pulled on his tongue, just like it pulled on his cock when he fucked her. His tongue was a cock now, a nice dick-she still was fascinated by the word dick-which would soon drive her into a rocking spasm of liquid fever.
"Make me come, Pat, make me come," she pleaded as her ass rocked up and down on the squeaky bed. She wanted it desperately. She pulled his hair, scratched his shoulders, turned her head back and forth in a frenzy on the bed. She was close-very close-and Pat knew it.
Pat rubbed the tip of his cock on the side of the bed each time he thrust his head against her cunt. He felt the sensations, as if someone were giving him a hand job as he sucked his wife's pussy, and he hoped he could come that way. He liked nothing more than to bring himself to orgasm while he was eating a woman's box. He often jerked himself off, but now he was holding Sally's legs apart and couldn't take his cock in his own hands. He wished for a moment he had the blonde there to beat him off, or to suck him off, while he sucked the sweet fluids out of his young wife's hot and hungry box.
"Pat! Pat! I'm coming! I'M COMMMM...."
She didn't finish. Her words faded into a gurgle as she let all the energy drain out of her body with the gushing in her cunt. She had done it, he had done it. She had reached her peak and she never wanted it to end. Her pussy quivered, her breasts nearly exploded, and her box was filled with warm juice, a river of feminine fluid.
Pat lapped it all up, still rubbing his cock on the side of the bed. He was close to climax himself, but in an effort to slide his tongue even farther into his wife's gushing snatch, his cock slipped down and moved under the box springs, and so he forgot about coming at that moment and concentrated on making his Sally's orgasm last as long as it could.
He sucked her clit till she finally begged him to stop. She thought she was going to go insane with pleasure. She pulled his hair and lifted his wet face from her dripping cunt.
"-Like that?" Pat asked, licking his lips.
"Oh my God, I love you, I love it when you do that to me," Sally whispered, still finding it hard to get the words out-she was breathless.
Pat stood up and looked down at her. "I'm gonna fuck you, honey," he said in a strong voice. He grabbed his distended cock in one hand and came toward her.
Sally moved back on the bed and kept her legs spread. Her pussy was still hot and juicy and she knew his cock would slip in easily, quickly. She wanted to please him, she wanted to make him happy.
Pat knelt on the bed, between her legs, aimed his cock at her wet cunt and pushed forward with all the force he had in him.
"Oh, Pat!" Sally cried as she felt his cock penetrate the hot mushy walls of her pussy.
"Fuck, honey, fuck," Pat whispered in passion, embracing her, pressing her body to the bed. He banged his hips up and down in fast succession, shoving his hard cock in and out of her cunt relentlessly. He kissed her full on the lips, hard, moving his tongue in and out of her mouth. Then he nestled his head in her shoulder and bit the nape of her neck. Her breasts pressed through her nightgown and rubbed against his strong chest. His balls banged up and down in their sac-hanging lower than usual-ready to spill his pent-up semen into her already sopping snatch.
"Hold on, Sally, I'm gonna shoot!"
"Please, please," Sally urged, holding his back with all the force she had in her, rubbing her hands all the way down to his buttocks.
He bit her neck slightly and then moaned like a little child and it happened-his body went rigid and he let out a gasp of anguish and pleasure and she felt her cunt filling with his thick load.
"Oh baby," Pat moaned as he let his cock stuff her full of cum. He could feel each spurt coming from somewhere deep within his body, deep in his balls, down in his ass-hole. He shot her full of his sperm-his cock was like a gun going off, a weapon, an instrument of power.
He relaxed and gave one last shove into her pussy. Sally gasped as the last of his load filled her box and seeped out down along her ass-hole. It was over. They had both been excited and had been satisfied. Now they could sleep, in the warmth of each other's bodies.
Pat rested on top of her till his cock softened and finally the muscles of her cunt pushed it out. A gush of wet semen came with it and soiled the bedsheets. Then they turned on their sides, holding each other, pulling the covers up over their naked bodies. Sally reached up and clicked out the light. The room was quiet except for their still-heavy breathing.
After a few minutes, Sally whispered, "Honey, you won't be going away again for a while, will you?"
Pat waited a second and then answered, "It all depends, it all depends."
"I'm lonely when you're gone." Sally snuggled up closer to him.
"I miss you when I'm gone. But just a few more times, that's all. Promise."
That was it. Not another word. Sally began to fall back asleep. She dreamed about the stranger in the night, but this time it was as if through a fog, as if it were something she had read about or had been told. It was something that never actually happened to her.
Pat thought of the money, of the movie he had received that day, of the blonde and the whiskey bottle, and of the time in his childhood when he had been caught masturbating by his father with his finger up his ass. All of it was disjointed and strange, but dreams often are not logical.
About midnight it began to rain.
* * *
The next morning Sally and Pat were awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Pat opened his eyes and got up. His cock was hard, as it was every morning, and he held it in his hand as he crossed the room, went into the hall, and opened the door to his den. He picked up the phone on the desk and said hello. "Stevens."
"Yeah."
"Lenny. Listen, we've gotta have a meeting. The Man wants to shoot for next weekend."
Pat blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Jesus, Lenny, it's five in the fucking morning."
"When The Man shits, The Man shits. What can I tell you?" Lenny was abrupt.
"When?" Pat asked, fingering his cock. He had to piss something awful.
"Tonight, nine-thirty, J.D.'s place in Skokie. Listen, maybe we can get a few chicks for the night ... "
Pat cut him off. "Lenny, man, I've gotta spend some time with Sally. Especially if we're gonna go next weekend. Hey, why so fast?"
"The Man's getting carried away, wants to grab it all now that we're onto something foolproof. I think he's pushing it, but who's to tell him? Maybe the syndicate is pushing him."
Pat nodded. Lenny was right. The Man was boss, and what he said no one questioned.
"See you tonight?" Lenny asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"Hey, Stevens," Lenny said just before Pat was going to say goodbye. "Huh?"
"You just wake up?"
Pat smiled. "Do I sound like I've been up for days?"
"Hey, you got a hard-on?"
Pat laughed. "How'd you know?"
"I'm the same way, every morning. Go stick it in your wife."
"Stick it up your ass," Pat said and hung up the phone. He had to laugh-good old Lenny, he was a good pal.
Pat walked into the bathroom and tried to push his cock down enough to take a piss, but it was still too strong. Man, he had to pee something bad. He looked in the mirror and splashed icy water on his face. His cock rubbed against the cold sink, which sent a shiver of pain up his spine. There was only one way he would get rid of his erection-he'd jerk off.
He walked back to the bedroom and easily pulled the covers off Sally. She turned in her sleep, onto her stomach, so her naked ass and just the underside of her hairy twat was showing. Man, what a sight, Pat thought to himself.
He grabbed his cock and started moving his hand back and forth on it as he crossed the room and planted his feet next to the bed. Sally's ass was glowing in the faint light which was starting to come in through the sheer white curtains. It was still night, but that part of night which gave a preview of morning, autumn morning. Or was it morning with still a hint of night?
Whatever, it was a perfect setting, somehow unreal and detached. Looking at Sally sleeping with her ass-hole spread was like looking at a beautiful porno picture. Man, Pat thought, if only he could be satisfied by Sally alone. She was gorgeous, but he needed more. Even at this moment they were like two strangers in the night, one masturbating as the other exhibited herself unknowingly. And it only added to Pat's excitement.
He rubbed his hand down over his balls. They were tight in their sac, and he even reached down under to find the hairy opening of his ass-hole. He pried his finger in there, pressing his hole, opening the outer lips of his anus just slightly, just enough to send a thrilling feeling through him. His cock seemed ready to burst from the built-up cum and the piss in his bladder and the sexuality pounding in his head. He would come all over her sleeping body, come all over her hair and her back and her smooth white ass.
Pat felt his orgasm rushing forward, felt the tip of his cock ready to explode-he squeezed tighter. He still wanted to piss, still knew he had to release not only the sperm but the urine as well. He had seen a guy pissing on a girl's hot box once in a film, and the thought occurred to him now. He wouldn't do it, he knew that he couldn't if he tried with his erection-but the thought increased his excitement. He was going to spill his jism all over his wife's soft sleeping body.
Pat breathed harder and harder. Finally his throat only let out short gasps as his balls tightened in anticipation of his climax. Sally moved in her sleep-dreaming-and turned over on her back, spreading her legs far apart. That was all Pat needed-the sight of her luscious cunt, damp, the hair pressed against the lips of her pussy. He knew this was it-he felt his cum rushing to the tip of his cock and he closed his eyes and let his head spin.
Suddenly there was a moan-from two people. Pat moaned as the cum began to shoot from the head of his cock and Sally moaned in her nightmare-she was dreaming of the man with the lumberjack coat-and at the moment Pat's orgasm burst forth, Sally opened her eyes to see a figure above her, a cock aiming at her body, shooting its load all over her.
"Eecccccccccccc! No! No!" Sally screamed in hysterics, in total fright, thinking the man above her was the hunter, reliving the past evening.
Patrick opened his eyes-first in total pleasure, then in realization that Sally was awake, screaming and rolling on the bed as his cum poured down on her, like an animal running from danger.
Pat took a step back, hardly able to speak, the jism still dripping from his cock. He dropped his hands to his sides-unable to do anything for a moment, wondering what could have caused such a reaction from Sally. Then he fell to the bed and took her in his arms. He held her as she cried, as she sobbed, feeling his semen pressed between their skin.
"Don't, please don't piss on me! Please!" Sally screamed.
Pat couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had she read his mind? Why was she yelling about being pissed on? How would Sally even think such a thing? He pulled her to him and told her it was all right, that he would protect her, and she opened her eyes and realized she was in the arms of her beloved Pat and that everything, indeed, would be all right.
She cried softly for a few minutes, and Pat just caressed her, stroking her hair, as he crawled under the covers with her. In a few minutes she was fast asleep, and he just held her, wondering when it would be safe to leave and go to the bathroom. He always had to pee after an orgasm, and now he was ready to burst. He finally slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
As he stood there holding his cock over the toilet bowl, he again thought how strange it was that immediately after the thought of pissing on Sally had crossed his mind, she woke up from a nightmare about just the same thing. It was hard to believe, weird, strange.
He shook the last drops of urine from his cock and flushed the toilet. Lenny, he thought, would he explain the meeting to Sally? It wasn't going to be easy.
He went back into the bedroom and crawled into the big bed. He felt chilly in the hallway, but the bed was warm, and Sally's body was almost hot. He nestled up beside her, curling his body against hers, his cock against her ass, and reached around to rest his hand over her breasts. She was sleeping peacefully now, and the sun was beginning to shine through the trees outside. He knew he could catch a few more hours' sleep.
* * *
Sally remembered the incident only faintly-it was too much a part of the nightmare to consciously think about it. She didn't mention it, and neither did Pat. They had breakfast together, and then Sally took Pat's beat-up old car into Kenosha to buy groceries while Pat changed the oil in her car, which was newer-his Christmas present to her. She never knew how he paid for it-he said he had saved money from his boyhood paper route, laughingly-but it was the best gift she had ever been given.
A strange thing happened as Sally was opening the trunk for the carry-out boy at the supermarket. She noticed, in the corner of the trunk, on top of a box in which Pat kept a tool kit and cans of oil-the car burned almost as much oil as gas-a woman's stocking. Sally picked it up and looked at it-it couldn't be hers, she never wore black nylons. She didn't know what to make of it.
Driving back to the farmhouse, it worried her. For the first time since they had been married, Sally wondered if Pat had been cheating oh her. His trips to Chicago--they were only business, weren't they? Yes, of course. But then how would a woman's stocking get in the trunk of his car?
The questions and the frustrations built inside her all day. Finally, late that afternoon, she resolved not to bring it up and to forget about it. She trusted him and she had no evidence other than one silly stocking lying in the trunk of his car-hardly enough to prove anything, and probably just enough to make her look like a fool for doubting him.
But then, ten minutes after she had resolved her doubts, Pat walked into the kitchen and said, "Honey, I know you're gonna hate me, but
I have to run down to Skokie this evening for a few hours. Business."
Sally said nothing. The fears multiplied, the doubts doubled. It seemed as though her entire world was beginning to collapse.
CHAPTER FIVE
"So then we're all agreed?" the older man at the head of the table asked.
Lenny smiled and nodded his head.
'Three more jobs, one on Monday, one a week from then, and one the following Thursday," J.D. repeated, making sure he had it all down pat. He wasn't the brains of the outfit, but he sure as hell knew how to drive a getaway car.
Tike nodded. He was the youngest of the group, only twenty-two years old, and he helped with the intricate planning, the timing, the location of the houses in relation to the banks, the time it would take to get from one to the other. He did the checking, the casing, finding out who would be home and who would have to be taken care of if everything was to come off without a hitch. He was a good-looking kid, muscular, with shaggy brown hair and a moustache-Lenny called him the "hippie" of the group-and he thought about nothing but sex, it seemed, after his work. The jobs came first, they were the most important. But his cock was second on the list and he always aimed to satisfy it.
Russell, Tike's older brother, looked at Pat and asked, "Okay?" Russell, like Pat, was married, lazy, and out for fast money.
Pat smiled and nodded, although deep down inside he too thought they were moving faster than they should.
"You all know what to do. You've been perfect thus far, and I expect you to remain that way. No violence, no trouble." The man finished, got up, put on his overcoat, picked up his briefcase, and went out to his car.
"Fuck, man," J.D. said as soon as The Man had left, "Let's get some beer and forget about this shit, huh?"
"I'm with you," Russell said.
"There's beer in the icebox. I'll call out for some pizza," J.D. said, grabbing the phone book. Tike and the others went into the kitchen to get themselves some beer while J.D. called out for pizza.
"What's wrong, Pat? You look tired," Tike said.
"Nothing much. Guess I'm worried about leaving Sally alone again. Some woman was murdered up near our place and I think she's really upset about it."
"Oh, that's rough," Tike said. "Yeah," Pat added.
"Hey, listen, I got a surprise for all you!" J.D. said, joining them in the kitchen.
"What's that?" Lenny asked.
"You know that eighteen-year-old chick, the one who baby sits next door? You remember, I told you about her?"
Tike remembered. "The one you ass-fucked on the living room floor?"
"Yeah, the one with the huge titties. I invited her over for a little fun tonight, so we could all play with her."
Tike looked at Pat. Pat grinned. Lenny licked his lips. J.D. smiled, knowing he was doing the best for his buddies. But Russell set his can of beer down and shook his head.
"Count me out, guys. My old lady's got her mother visiting for the week, and if I'm not home by midnight she'll kick my balls in!"
"Great balls of fire!" Tike laughed, knocking his brother lightly in the ribs.
"That's what women's lib'll do to you," Lenny joked.
"Have fun," Russell said, getting his jacket, "and Tike, leave some of her for the rest of them!"
"Sure, big brother," Tike said slyly. Russell knew Tike was insatiable when it came to sex, and he knew-as they all knew-he had the biggest cock of the group. He was quite a stud for twenty-two. In fact, he had been balling chicks when he was fourteen, long before his brother even had a piece of ass.
" 'Bye, Russell," J.D. said.
"See you guys on Monday," Russell added, and left.
"I'll give Lois a call." J.D. dialed the phone.
* * *
Lois arrived within minutes, it seemed. She was a striking-looking girl, with long soft hair, deep green eyes and a lovely tanned body. She said she had been to California recently, but Tike thought it looked more like the help of a sunlamp.
J.D. introduced her to Tike, Lenny, and Pat. She smiled warmly and gave each of them a good look-over, sizing them up, wondering what they would look like without their clothes.
'We hear you're going to do a little performance for us," Tike said, smiling. He sat in one of the chairs in the living room. Pat and Lenny sat on the couch, and J.D. just plopped himself on the floor near the door, making sure the drapes were shut.
"That depends," Lois said, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
"Lois needs a little money for school expenses," J.D. said.
Pat pulled out a ten-dollar bill and waved it at the girl. She stood in the middle of the room and removed her sweater. Her full, large tits fell out into their excited view. "They worth ten bucks?" she asked.
"Hell, yes," Pat said, as she reached out to take the money.
"I'll take my pants off for twenty," Lois giggled, already kneading her titties with her hands.
"Here's ten, baby," Lenny said, pulling ten dollars from his wallet.
"And here's the rest," Tike said, getting a roll of one-dollar bills out of his pants pocket.
Lois unzipped her pants, pulled them down to the floor and let them get a good look at her light panties. They could just make out the mound and the thick hair that covered it. The crack of her ass showed nicely through the white material and Tike thought he'd sure like to slide his cock up that.
Then the girl pulled the pants from her feet and stood with her feet spread wide apart. "I'm bashful about showing my pussy."
"Bashful, shit!" J.D. laughed, taking a slug of beer. "You used to show it through the window next door!"
"I'm a reformed girl now, baby," she laughed, and pressed her hand down over her twat.
"I'll make it easier for you," Tike said, standing up. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any under-shorts and his long thick cock fell out and hung there-half-hard-as they all stared at it. Pat always envied Tike-he was a lucky man to be born with a cock that big.
"Jesus Christ!" the girl said, taking a good look at the biggest cock she had ever seen. "You're hung like a motherfucking horse!"
"You'd better believe it, baby. And I fuck like a stallion," Tike said, as his cock rose automatically. He tossed the dollar bills on the floor and told her to pick them up. She did, on her hands and knees, and they could see the hair of her pussy sticking out of the sides of her panties as she crawled around the floor.
"Well, Lois," J.D. said as the girl stood up again, "you've got thirty bucks."
"Yeah," she replied.
"What does that get us?" he asked.
She thought for a moment. "Well ... I'll let each of you fuck me once for thirty bucks. But for another ten I'll let you do anything you want."
"Anything?" Tike asked, still standing there with his hard cock exposed.
"Anything." She was firm. She wanted to be used, it was in her voice. Pat thought she was the kind of girl who could be gang-fucked by the entire high school basketball team and walk away happy.
"Here," J.D. said, pulling out two five-dollar bills. "That makes forty. Pay your rent or whatever, and get to work here." He rubbed his crotch. The sight of her tits and Tike's hard cock excited him.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Tike said, softly but with determination. It was an order and she knew it. "The guys will dig watching, won't you?"
"Hell, yes," Pat said, all set to see a porno film in real life!
"Yeah, but save some for us. You'll tear her cunt up with that dong of yours!" Lenny added.
"Cunt nothing! I'm gonna fuck her ass-hole!" Tike grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip. It was dripping in anticipation, ready to slide all the way up her ass and fill her full of his hot cum.
"My ass? With that big thing?" Lois looked petrified.
"Get those panties off and put your ass on the floor," Tike ordered, taking off all his clothes.
Lois only moaned. She wanted it more than she feared its size, and she lay back on the floor, pulled her panties off, and spread her legs so they could all get a good shot of her young pussy.
"Nicest cunt I've ever seen," J.D. remarked.
Tike knelt between her legs. His cock was huge, they all had to admit it. It would be some feat to stick it up a cunt, much less someone's ass-hole. But Tike would have his way. He was young, but he took command wherever he was and in whatever situation he found himself.
"Please be gentle," Lois begged with a kind of detachment that turned Tike off. He wanted a girl to be interested, heated up, begging for his huge tool. This one just spread her legs and resigned herself to it. But he would take care of that.
"You ever had a cock up your little ass-hole?" he asked her, fingering her pussy lips lightly.
"Once, but it wasn't very big."
He noticed a smile forming on her face as he pressed his fingers against her furry cunt. He would get her all warm and juicy, then she would beg for his dick.
"Kiss me," she asked, softly. It surprised him, but he did it. He leaned above her and pressed his face hard to her lips and kissed her with all the young force in his body. That's what really got her going. She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled his cock up against her stomach and cunt. She started to moan and sigh and together they rolled back and forth, her tits hardening between them, her ass-hole spreading on the carpeted floor.
Pat fell to his knees and opened his zipper quickly and pulled out his cock. He began beating it off, watching the incredible scene on the floor in front of him. Then Lenny did the same, and finally removed his pants, so he sat there just in his shirt, holding his slender cock in his hands, rubbing it just enough to cause a wonderful sensation down to the root of his balls.
J.D. just sat there, one hand on his crotch, one holding his beer can, watching with a gleeful expression on his face.
"Oh, baby, fuck me," Lois moaned, as Tike pulled his face from hers. She was hot, ready to take his cock anywhere he wanted to stick it.
"Even up the ass?" Tike asked, moving his face down to her nipples, biting on them.
"Yes, fuck me in the ass! Please!" the girl said, moaning and thrashing her head back and forth on the floor as she writhed with passion.
"Get my cock nice and wet, you bitch," Tike said, kneeling up between her legs. He held his dick straight out as she sat up, pointing the huge head to her lips.
"Oh, it's so big, it's so beautiful," she said, and shoved her face down on it. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged for a moment, realizing she could never take all of it into her mouth.
"Man, I don't believe it," Lenny said, working his cock furiously between his legs. He looked over and saw Pat still kneeling, watching intently, working his own cock and balls feverishly.
Lois sucked as hard as she could. The saliva dribbled down her cheeks and fell to her beautiful ripe breasts. His cock stood out straight into her mouth. Her lips barely fit around it, but they slid smoothly, up and down, back and forth, over the huge shaft to the very tip, and then down her throat again.
"That's it, baby, suck me hard, suck that big thing," Tike said, his eyes rolling back in his head. She was going at it beautifully. He thought he was going to come each time her lips hit the end of his organ, each time her tongue flipped lovingly over the glans. He thought about giving it to her there, letting her mouth fill with his sperm, but he decided against it. He'd rather shoot it into her ass so it would be seeping out of her for weeks to come.
Suddenly he pulled his dick out of her mouth. It was wet and shiny and all ready to slide up her ass-hole.
"Fuck me with that big thing, please," Lois begged, licking the tip as she held her breasts in her hands. There was no stopping her now.
"Lay back and lift your legs," Tike ordered, and the girl obeyed. Tike looked around the room. "Pat, come here," he said.
Pat moved on his knees, directly next to Tike.
"You come on her hot little ass-hole. I'll use your jism to give her a good hot creamy fuck," Tike said, holding, one of Lois' legs in the air.
Lenny got to the floor and held her other leg up over her head. Her ass-hole was spread in front of them, the little pink nether ring that soon would be covered with Pat's hot semen.
Pat looked down at the beautiful hungry pussy and the spread ass-hole. He wanted to shove his cock in either one, but he knew he could do that later. It really excited him that they were all going to watch him jerk off and that Tike was going to use his load as lubrication. He took his cock in his hand and beat it hard, fast, spreading his knees on the floor, aiming the head at her anal opening.
Tike reached down and rubbed Pat's balls for him. Pat stuck a finger up Lois' pussy and pressed the tip of his dick to her ass-hole. He was ready now, it would happen any second...
"Come on, Patrick, baby, cover that sweet little ass with your stuff," Lenny breathed, holding his own cock still now, afraid that he too would shoot.
"I'm gonna do it, hang on," Pat said, closing his eyes as his orgasm neared.
"Nice and hot, nice and thick," Tike said, just imagining the thought of sliding his dick into the hot cum.
"I'M GONNA SHOOT!" Pat shouted. Lenny held his breath. Lois closed her eyes and waited for the burning sensation on her ass-hole. Tike grasped Pat's balls and pulled on them hard. J.D. just sat there watching it happen, his cock almost splitting his pants.
"Oh, HOLY FUCK!" Pat pushed his cock-head against her crack and then the white cream of his masculinity started oozing out onto her hot, waiting ass-hole. It filled the whole area. There was a pool of cum resting there, dribbling down her ass-hole crack. It seemed as if it would never end-it just kept filling up.
"Oh man, let me into that," Tike said, getting into position. Lenny held both the girl's legs back now. Pat, still gasping, pulled away, his cock still dripping, and watched at Tike moved into position and stuck his enormous cockhead into the waiting, burning cum
"Oh, fuck, that's hot ... and creamy," Tike said as he pushed forward and down on the girl's ass-hole.
"It's burning! Fuck me! Fuck my ass-hole, you goddamn horse cock!" She screamed and banged her fists on the floor. Her ass-hole was on fire and she could feel the head of the battering ram resting there at the hole. She wanted it in, she wanted to be filled and fucked, she wanted the fire to be put out and the cum to fill her ass.
"Hang on, sweet tits," Tike said, and lunged forward.
"Aggghhh!" Lois opened her eyes and reached up and grabbed Lenny's dick-which was hanging over her head as he held her feet back-and squeezed it tight. The pain in her ass-hole was beyond belief. She felt as though a telephone pole had been shoved in there.
"Like that?" Tike asked.
"Oh God, it hurts," Lois moaned, looking up at Lenny's hard cock.
"Here's some more," Tike shouted and shoved again. Almost all of his cock was buried in her ass-hole. Pat couldn't believe it! Ten inches in her ass-hole already! And almost two more to go!
Tike pulled out to the tip of his cock, so the ridge of his dick stopped at the muscles of her violated hole. Pat's hot cum had lubricated the passage beautifully. It was slippery and hot and it created a great emotional excitement just from the fact that it was another man's semen, rather than a lubricant from a jar or a tube or even saliva. Tike was fucking a girl's ass with the aid of another guy's hot cum-that was a first for him.
He shoved forward again and this time, instead of grabbing his cock harder, Lois pulled Lenny's cock down to her lips and started licking it with her tongue as she moaned in pain. His balls rested on her forehead as she began to beat him off just above her face, her tongue slipping up and down the little slit in the end of his dick.
Tike started fucking in rhythm now, with long easy strokes that went almost all the way up her. Then he lunged hard and shoved all his dick up there.
"Oh God!" Lois cried in pleasure, frantically trying to make Lenny's cock come on her face. She wanted it in both ends, in her mouth and in her ass. She felt Tike's cock all the way in her stomach and she reeled in the knowledge that the biggest cock she had ever seen was now shoved all the way in her bottom.
"Fuck her hard, Tike, she's gonna make me shoot all over her face," Lenny said, nearing orgasm. He held her feet steady over her head and looked down to see his cock swelling over her lips. She lapped at it, slurped at it, licked it, and begged him for it with her eyes. He knew he was going to pour his semen not only into her mouth but all over her face and neck as well.
"NOW!" Lenny shouted and stiffened, looking down at his cock.
Tike slammed all the way up her and held there, his balls plastered to her ass, watching the explosion on her face.
Lenny's cock opened and a gob of cum shot out and hit her breasts. But she got the next one with her tongue and it slid down her tongue and fell into her throat. The next one floated out over her chin and soon her face was covered with each slow spurt of thick white semen. She licked it off his cockhead, and wiped his dick in it, and licked some more. Her entire face glistened with his cum, and she purred and sighed as if she had just received her mother's milk.
Then Tike went at it again. He was so excited by the scene he had just witnessed that it didn't take him long. He battered his long thick cock in and out of her cunt till she was again screaming for him to cum.
"Fill my ass-hole, you horse, you motherfucking cock!" she screamed.
Without a sound, Tike let loose. His cock jerked hard, deep within her, and his cream poured out with lightning speed, filling her hot canal to the bursting point.
"Oh Jesus, oh fuck," the girl moaned as she felt it happening inside her. It filled her ass-hole till she thought it would burst, and then it seeped down along the shaft of his jerking cock and spilled out and ran down over his balls to the floor. She was filled with the cum of two men, and more semen all over face. It was too much to believe, she was in ecstasy.
"Don't pull it out," she whispered, and Tike had no such thoughts. He wanted to leave it in there, let it sit a minute, let it soften a bit, and then slide it out so he could make her lick all the dirty jism off it.
Lenny still held her legs as she began to breathe easier. Then Tike pulled his cock out of her ass-hole. It fell out with a loud "popping" sound, and Pat looked down to see that it wasn't as hard as before and covered with a coating of jism.
"Clean it off with your mouth," Tike said, kneeling over the girl's face, practically pouncing on her. "Suck all that ass-hole juice off my big dick!"
She opened her mouth and sucked in his cock. It all fit in this time, because it wasn't as rigid, and she took every bit of it, cleansed every inch of it, and swallowed all the cum that had encrusted it.
At the same time, Pat was doing something he had never done before. He had his head plastered against her ass-hole, sucking all the cum out of her. Something excited him about the fact that Tike had fucked her bottom with his cum, and now he was sucking both his own jism and Tike's from the girl's hurting ass-hole.
"Push, make it come out," Pat said, ignoring the bitterness, lapping up everything that was squishing out of her juicy ass-hole. His cock was hard again and it pressed against the floor. Finally he shoved his tongue up her hole and fucked her like that till she dropped her legs and her cunt filled his face. He sucked it gently and then turned away, catching his breath.
Tike sat up against the couch, his cock flopped on the floor between his legs, long and thick, but worn out for the moment. Lenny was smoking a cigarette, looking as if he were ready to go again. J.D. sat there in a drunken haze, dazed by what he had seen, his cock still pressing out of his pants.
The doorbell rang.
"The fucking pizza!" Lenny said.
"If he's cute, tell him to come in," Lois said as she wiped her face with her panties.
J.D. opened the door and saw a long-haired, good-looking teenage boy standing there holding two boxes of pizza. "Come in," J.D. said.
The boy walked into the room and looked down at the floor. He was so startled he almost dropped the pizzas. He saw Lois, lying there with her cunt spread facing him, propped up on her elbows, smiling. Next to her was Pat, with his hard dick in his hand. And Tike, with his fat cock resting between his legs. Lenny sat on the couch smoking, his cock sticking up in front of his naked body.
"Holy shit!" the boy said, turning away, terribly embarrassed.
"How much?" J.D. asked.
"What?" the boy mumbled, feeling his cock growing hard in his pants.
"Six bucks," he finally muttered. J.D. took the pizzas and got his wallet out.
As he counted out the money, Lois said, "What's your name, sugar?"
"Pete. Peter." He was terribly nervous. He wanted to take the money and run before the could see he had an erection.
"Peter, hmmmm," Lois whispered. "Bet he's got a nice peter on him."
"Why don't you give the kid a blow job?" Lenny asked Lois.
Peter trembled. Hell, he was only delivering pizzas! He had a steady girlfriend and he had only fucked her once. No one had ever given him a blow job.
"I'll suck anything he wants," Lois said, looking up at the handsome boy.
Peter turned to her and opened his mouth but no words would come. J.D. stuffed seven dollars in the boy's pocket and looked down and noticed his hard cock pressing out along his leg.
"Hey, look, he's got a hard-on!" J.D. said.
"Looks nice," Tike said, taking his cock in his hand again.
"Come here, kid," Lois ordered.
The boy didn't know what to do. He wanted to leave and yet he was too excited by the unbelievable situation to make a move to the door. He turned to Lois and tried to smile. Then he took a step forward and stood before her.
Lois knelt and slowly opened his belt, then his zipper, then pulled his pants down to his knees. His cock hung hard against his leg, confined by his shorts. She pressed her face to the tip of his young dick and breathed through the material, warm and wet. The boy moaned and touched her hair. The others watched in fascination.
Then she slowly, gently, pulled his shorts down to his knees, and his young, perfectly shaped prick stood up in front of her. She looked at it for a moment-she loved the little drop of premature cum on the tip-and then moved her head down to lick his hairy and extremely low-hanging balls.
'That's it, Lois, give his nuts a good tongue work-out," J.D. said.
"Suck his balls," Tike said, playing with his cock.
"Oh, man," the boy moaned.
'Take it easy, Pete," Lenny said, "she's an expert. She'll make you feel good!"
And she did. She pulled his nuts into her lips and sucked on them, up and down, and then licked between his legs as far as her tongue could go. She brought her hand around to find the crack of his hairy ass-hole and moved her finger till she felt the opening to his anus. She wriggled against it, sending shooting spasms of ecstasy through his body, and then pushed just the tip of her finger into his hole.
"Owwwww..." he moaned, but it wasn't a moan of pain alone, it was a moan of pain and pleasure. He had never in his life felt anything like this. He could hardly believe it was actually happening.
Then Sally went to his dick. She took the entire thing in one slow move, till her face was pressing against his crotch, till his pubic hair was in her nose. Then she pulled back and started sucking for all she was worth. She worked his dick with her hard lips, while one hand played with his balls and the other fucked his ass-hole lightly.
Peter looked around the room. Even J.D. had his cock out now and was pulling on it. Four guys were sitting there, beating off, watching this beautiful girl with huge tits sucking his cock. He couldn't stand it-it was too much for him. He cringed and his body was covered with goose pimples.
"I'm coming..." He could barely get the words out. All of a sudden he shoved forward and his cock hit the back of her throat and exploded so fast that she choked a bit. The cum never stopped-her cheeks bloated and some ran down her chin. The boy's body was wracked with sobs and his head jerked back and forth as each spurt shot from his cock into her warm and loving mouth.
"Man, he's shooting a gallon of the stuff into her!" Tike said, watching in terrific pleasure.
"I wish I was seventeen again," J.D. said.
Seventeen, sixteen, whatever age the boy was, he certainly had a load of cum stored up inside him. He pumped every last drop into her, and after she had swallowed a few times she released her suction and pulled back and finally licked the last drop off the tip. Then she kissed his cock and kissed his balls and looked up and smiled.
"Th ... thank you," Peter said with a red face, pulling up his shorts and pants. He gave one more stunned look around the room and his face broke into the biggest smile all of them had ever seen. Then he turned and bolted out the front door.
"Come on, pizza's getting cold," J.D. said, opening the boxes. He put his cock back in his pants and passed the food around.
"Who do you have to fuck to get a beer around here?" Lois said.
"Me," Lenny replied, smiling. He got up and fetched her a beer from the kitchen. They ate, almost silently, as if they only wanted to get some strength up for what was to come.
Finally, the food gone, the drinks drunk, they were ready to begin again. They all were naked now and they were ready for anything and everything.
"Somebody fuck me," Lois purred, spreading out on the floor once again. The food had increased her energy. She wanted a cock up her cunt.
"Your turn, Pat," Lenny said, smiling at his pal.
"I already came once, it's your turn," Pat retorted, pointing at. Lenny.
"Yeah, come on, Lenny, let's see you bang the hell outta her," J.D. said.
Tike just smiled.
"Let me taste it first," Lois said, opening her mouth lewdly as Lenny knelt down next to her. He looked down to see her bearing down on his half-hard dick. As soon as it touched her lips it sprang into a rigid pole.
Lois sucked and licked his long slender cock, smacking her lips now and then. It seemed to burst and swell inside her mouth, rubbing against the walls, against her cheeks, against her palate as she swirled her tongue around the rounded head. The skin felt soft and velvety, slightly salty, and very satisfying.
She couldn't contain herself any longer. She kept sucking, forcing more and more of Lenny's meat down into her throat as the others looked on. She wasn't happy until it banged against the back of her throat, forcing her to stop and catch her breath.
Knowing what he had to do next, Lenny pulled away and moved between her beautiful legs. Just looking at her body was enough to make him mad with lust. Her lush, imploring body lay in front of him, her high succulent tits waiting for his body to crush them, her soft hairy twat waiting for its first cock of the night.
"Do it!" she said in a loud voice. Then she began to whisper, "Fill me, give me love. Make a celebration! Fuck me hard, baby!"
'This is gonna be a love song you won't forget, baby!" Lenny watched as she opened her cunt lips with her hands.
"Light my fire!" Lois screamed, wild with passion, waiting to feel his rod searing into her flesh.
"Man," Lenny said, looking at her exposed pussy. Her hole looked large, dark and exciting, and he pressed his fingers right in the center, lightly touching the inner lips of her pussy.
Lois was so impatient that she took hold of his cock and literally stuffed it down into place. He looked down and groaned loudly as the head of his weapon pushed into her vulva, pressing down against her clit. The widely dilated lips of her snatch opened even more in order to accommodate the thickness of his shaft, and Lenny held himself in place.
"Sock it to me, honey," Lois said, crazed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated over and over again, her eyes glazed.
"Beg for it, sweetheart!" Tike shouted, working his huge cock in his hand.
"Please fuck me! LENNY, PLEASE FUCK ME!"
J.D. dropped to the floor and moved in for a close look at what was happening. He wanted to see Lenny's cock pulling in and out of her hole, he wanted to see the cum ooze out of her snatch when the guy came. "Shove it in her, Len! Pack it in her!" he said.
With one formidable shove forward, Lenny eased the head of his cock right up inside her, all the way. He penetrated to the inner reaches of her womb, slipping his dong as far as it would go. Lois lifted her legs a bit, urging him on. She met his strokes with forward thrusts of her own, not happy or fulfilled until he had succeeded in lodging every last thick inch of his penis into position. The smooth moist folds of her vagina were stretched open and apart as he kept stowing his cock into her hole, pulling it back, and plunging again so his nuts slapped against her uplifted ass.
"More," she moaned. "More, you animal!"
Lenny lunged. "Maybe this time you'll be satisfied!" He banged into her with all the force in his body, pushing her along the carpeted floor about two inches.
"CHRIST!" she screamed, loving it.
"Fuck the shit outta her!" J.D. said, his face only inches from her cunt.
Lenny fell to her and grabbed her tits and held them tight. He plastered his face to hers and pulled away. Then he moved his lips just inches from hers and as she looked up at him, begging to be frenched, he let a dribble of saliva fall from his mouth to hers. She gurgled and pleaded to be kissed.
Tike jumped down to the floor and started kissing her, as Lenny lifted his head and closed his eyes, fucking her for all he was worth.
Her cunt was warm and tight and Lois clung to Lenny with wild delight as he finally pounded into her with strict rhythm, humping her hard, clinging to her with his own kind of frenzied desperation as he drove on.
His desire was like a hunger and it kept building up the more he plowed into her, his strokes quick and penetrating, banging against the very entrance of her womb. He heard the others in the room urging him on, breathing with their own lusting excitement, but he was alone now, his eyes closed to everything but his pleasure. Cock and cunt were the world at this moment-nothing else mattered.
It mattered to Lois, however. She loved the eyes staring with passion at her body, she loved performing. She knew J.D. was watching the cock slip in and out of her cunt with incredible excitement. Tike had stopped kissing her now, but he was beating his cock just inches from her face and she watched it in pleasure. Pat was sitting on the couch,-likewise playing with himself, looking at the group with an unreal smile on his face.
Tike moved and pressed his balls to Lois' face. She turned her head and looked up at the tremendous dick being masturbated above her. Then she opened her mouth and sucked his balls in, pulling on them till they were halfway down her throat.
"Holy Christ," Tike said.
Lois sucked Tike's balls as Lenny kept slamming into her with all of his weight, pressing her down against the mattress as he rubbed his chest across her body, stimulating her boobs as well as her pussy. He felt the very hairy root of his cock grinding against her muff and her stiff thick clit scraped against his cock-shaft, wildly stimulated.
His heavy pendulous nuts were hitting between the cheeks of her ass, dangling down and filled to the bursting point with fresh unre-leased cum. He was getting ready to shoot, to spurt right into her hole, and Lois felt her own climax approaching as he stroked her and as she sucked hard on Tike's hairy balls.
Lois looked to the side to see Pat stroking his dick. She would have his cock next, she knew it. She felt lewd and exhibitionistic and she almost wanted to prolong the scene, prolong the pleasure, putting on a show for Pat alone. She loved to see him working on his dick with his mouth half-open. Then he moved his body and spread his legs farther apart. A trickle of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. Then his cock jerked in his hand, and even though Tike's balls were still in her mouth and Lenny was banging her cunt into the floor, she never took her eyes off Pat's cock.
Suddenly it began to spurt. It wasn't often that she was able to watch a guy come-they usually did it inside her mouth of her cunt, or maybe her ass-hole. Now she was hypnotized, utterly and totally fascinated. The look on Pat's face was pure pleasure, and his eyes met hers in a deep look, as if he were thanking her for making him come. A thick white deluge of semen ran down his cock shaft and over his hand and balls.
"Far fucking out!" Pat moaned as he dropped his hand to his thigh and let his cock slap wetly against his belly. He was worn out, happy.
Lois moaned. The sight of his orgasm, plus the taste of Tike's swollen balls and the constant movement in her pussy, brought her to the point of a fantastic climax. She felt herself getting ready and concentrated on the moment of pleasure, tossing and turning beneath Tike's balls. They fell from her mouth and she let out a gasp. He brought the tip of his huge cock down and pressed it against her lips.
Lenny plunged into her, feeling her, feeling her breasts tighten like rocks beneath his body. He saw Tike's cock pushing at her lips, sideways, the head looking as if it were ready to explode. She gasped and held her breath for a moment. Then she said, "Come ... come with me!
COME WITH ME! I CANT WAIT!" Then it happened.
Tike's cockhead opened and covered her cheeks with cum till he shoved his cock into her throat and filled her mouth. At the same moment, Lois and Lenny came. Lenny stroked into her, and as the head of his cock hit against her cervix he felt his nuts tightening and cooling inside his sac. His cum soared up and he kept shivering, feeling chills and hot flashes as his orgasm swept over him.
He was in ecstasy, sobbing along with her, the two of them thrashing about on the mattress. Tike pulled his cock out of her mouth and immediately Lenny smashed his face to hers, kissing her. To his surprise he found that she had not swallowed Tike's load and his mouth was suddenly filled with the boy's cum, and together their tongues played in the mushy bittersweet substance, and some of the cum ran out from between their lips and dribbled down her throat.
Lenny's juices boiled over and he began to pour his hot load into her cavity. He filled her full of wads of juice as she locked her legs around his heaving hairy ass.
"Come, come, fill me up!" she begged, pulling her face away. "I'M COMING TOO!" she screamed, her own cunt juices flowing down the overheated walls of her straining pussy.
They clung to each other as Lenny kept shooting, coming for all he was worth. J.D. moved his face down under them and licked the juices that were pouring out of her cunt. Some cum dribbled out, and he licked that too, slurping her ass-hole clean and sucking the wetness off Lenny's balls.
When, finally, his cock petered down, Lenny lifted up for a moment and then slumped breathlessly over her body. The last drops of semen dripped out of the head of his tool and he slowly pulled it out of her mushy hole. It was glistening with their discharge and he fell against her, gasping for breath.
J.D. licked the juices off Lenny's shrinking cock and then, as Lenny pulled away from the girl, he sucked her pussy clean. Tike collapsed on the floor, his cock still hard but his body weak from the wild orgasm. Pat still watched, in total ecstasy.
Finally, after about ten minutes, Lois got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a bottle of beer in her hand. "No cans left," she said, and walked over to Pat to offer him a swig. He took the bottle and took a good drink and handed it back to her.
"No, shove it up my pussy," she said.
He flinched. "What?" he asked, surprised.
"Shove the bottle up my pussy. I'll show you how to drink beer." She put her hands on her hips and spread her legs.
Pat slowly and carefully slid the bottle up her cunt, almost halfway, just like a cock.
"Now, I'll bend back and let some of the beer fill me up, and then when you pull out the bottle, stick your face there and catch a good mouthful of beer!"
Everyone watched in stunned, disbelieving silence.
Lois fell back, bending back, resting on her hands. Pat lifted the bottle so the beer poured into her for a moment, Then he pulled it out-she squealed in delight as the cold liquid hit her vagina, acting like a cold douche-and plastered his mouth there. Sure enough, beer trickled down out of her pussy like piss, filling his mouth. He swallowed it-it tasted just like cold beer! Then she pushed her muscles and the rest of it floated out of her and he pulled away.
"Man, that's incredible!" Pat said, licking his lips.
"Anyone else wanna try?" she asked. "Hell, yes," J.D. said, and Lois walked over to him, handed him the bottle, and repeated the performance. It really was unbelievable-and exciting. They all had erections again.
"Hey, Patrick, spread your legs," Lois said, and as soon as he did she ran over to where he was sitting and straddled him. His cock rested on her pussy lips and she looked into his eyes.
"Think you can come again?" she asked teasingly.
"I don't know ... "
"You'd better," she said, and pushed her cunt down on his cock as far as it would go. His eyes widened. She was fucking him, straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock!
"Come, baby, come," she said, slamming her hot pussy up and down on his rigid organ. The beer bottle trick had made her ready for more and she had a strange fascination with Pat's penis-even more than Tike's. There was something about the way it looked that she liked and desired.
In a moment Pat was ready to shoot. He watched her large breasts bouncing up and down in front of him, feeling her ass hit his thighs and balls, watching her fuck him.
"Ohhhhhh..." His moan turned into a gurgle as he brought his hands to her tits and held them tight. He pinched the nipples and his cock exploded, filling her cunt full of more cum, and she stopped bouncing and let her body rest down so she could feel the tip of his organ in her womb.
"Oh, that's nice," she purred, and then finally got up. She pulled off him and bent down and sucked his cock clean. Then she turned and said she had to be going.
"Not yet," J.D. said, grabbing her by the arm. "You suck my cock first."
"I said I want to go," Lois protested. She had what she wanted, now she wanted to leave.
"Forty bucks is forty bucks. You ain't earned half of that yet," J.D. said in a drunken voice.
Lois tried to pull away, but he forced her down to her knees and grabbed her by the hair. Tike stood up, excited by the way she was being treated. J.D. forced his cock into her mouth and shoved it all the way in.
"Suck on that good and hard," he commanded, forcing his cock deep into her throat until her eyes bulged.
"Fuck her mouth, J.D., " Tike said, standing behind her, slapping his cock against the back of her head. Lenny and Pat watched fascinated.
Lois held still, her mouth clamped around J.D.'s fat organ, tears pouring down her face, J.D. held her by her head, and Tike pressed his cock against her neck. She was a prisoner, rigid, unable to move, as her face was being wildly fucked by the man's cock. She felt it tearing the walls of her throat, grinding against the top of her mouth.
All of a sudden, Lenny jumped up and grabbed the empty beer bottle. He fell to the floor between J.D.'s legs and stuck the bottle up her cunt, twisting it until almost the entire thing was up there, disappearing between the hairy lips of her snatch.
Lois started to cry real tears. Her pussy was being brutally fucked by the beer bottle while her ass was being pressed by Tike's legs, as his cock fucked her shoulder and neck. J.D. rammed her mouth as if it were a whore's cunt, banging into her with such wild strokes it almost knocked him off balance.
Then Pat joined in. He knelt down behind Tike, his face almost in Tike's hairy ass, and stuffed two fingers up the girl's ass-hole! He could feel the bottle through the small membrane separating the two channels in her crotch.
Lois couldn't believe it. A cock in her mouth, a cock against her neck moving back and forth under her chin, two fingers up her ass and a beer bottle stuffed up her cunt. She had never been abused this way and she thought she would die of pain, though the pleasure that went with it was intense. The sensation was strange.
"Here I come, baby mouth," J.D. said, and plugged his mouth full of thick cum. It was a huge load and she swallowed again and again. "Swallow every damn drop or I'll make you suck my ass-hole," J.D. said.
"Piss in her mouth," Tike said, and let his cum fly again. It just dribbled out of his cock now and ran down her right breast as the tears rolled off her cheeks, She moaned as she swallowed and felt the cum trickling down her breast. Then Lenny pulled the bottle out of her cunt and the juices followed, and he stuck his head in there and lapped them up. She was near orgasm suddenly, but she knew she wasn't going to make it with his tongue-she wished he had left the bottle up her.
Then Pat pulled his fingers out of her ass-hole and fell back on the floor. J.D. pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, "Lois, you done real weir."
She didn't say a word. She just picked up her clothes, dressed, brushed her hair, and left. J.D. looked at the others. "Some broad, right?"
"That's an understatement," Pat said. Tike laughed and agreed.
"I gotta piss," Lenny said, hurrying off to the bathroom.
"And I gotta get home!" Pat said.
Just about the time Lois and the guys were eating pizza, a police car pulled up to the Stevens farmhouse, and a state trooper jumped out and walked up to the porch. A storm was brewing-the wind was whistling through the trees, a prelude to the rain. He rang the bell. Lights were on all over the house.
There was no answer. He rang again. Finally he heard the lock being opened. The door moved a few inches, but he could see the chain was still on it. "Excuse me, ma'am, police."
"Yes?" Sally said, looking frightened.
"Don't be afraid, we're just checking houses in this area. There's been a report that a person answering the description of the suspect in the Olken slaying has been seen nearby. We just wanted to ask if you've seen anyone tonight, anyone hanging around the place?"
"No," Sally said, her eyes wide, her voice almost trembling.
"Is your husband home?" the trooper asked.
"Yes, he's asleep," Sally lied.
"Okay, then, we'll leave you. Don't be afraid. But if you should see any stranger near your home, please give us a call right away."
"I will, officer," Sally smiled and closed the door.
The trooper got back into the car. "Man, she really looked scared. Guess this thing's frightened every housewife within fifty miles."
His friend backed the car out of the drive. "Looks like a big storm coming."
"Sure does."
* * *
As the car drove off up the road, Sally watched through the window. She pressed her face to the glass and it steamed up. Then she turned around and looked at the man in the lumberjack coat. "They're gone," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
The man had entered the house the easy way. He walked up to the back door, smashed the window, and turned the lock. Sally had been reading in the living room. She heard the unmistakable noise and hoped, prayed, that it was only the wind or something that had fallen from a shelf.
Then, before she could get up, the familiar face appeared in the doorway. He was dressed exactly as she remembered, but his beard was thicker and his face was dirty. He looked as though he had been crawling through the woods.
"I need to get outta here. I need a ride. I won't hurt you if you help me."
She started to cry. She dropped her book to the floor and cried, fearing for her life, damning Patrick for leaving her, damning herself for not telling him about the other night. She was in the room with a crazy man, a murderer. She remembered a book she had read, Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. She suddenly thought her last name was Clutter. She was afraid she was going to die.
"My ... my husband is in Skokie."
"When's he coming back."
"By midnight."
"Come on, you're driving me to Chicago. There's roadblocks all around this area. They won't bother you if they know you live around here."
Sally shivered. For a moment she felt some hope. Maybe he meant what he said. Maybe he wouldn't sexually abuse her. Maybe all he wanted was help.
"I can't drive you. Patrick has the good car, my car."
He growled. "What about that beat-up old Rambler out back?"
"It doesn't run," Sally lied. It ran fine-it took Pat back and forth to Chicago almost every week.
"Then we'll have to wait for your husband." The man sat down in a chair across the room and started unbuttoning his shirt.
That's what Sally wanted-Pat to be with her. He would know what to do, she would feel safe with him. If they had to drive this man, Pat would know exactly how to handle it. What's more, it was eleven-thirty already. Pat would be back in no time. She felt safe somehow, although still terrified.
The hunter remarked he needed a shave and a shower, but he didn't trust her. He said he'd have to tie her up, but then he realized her husband was due any minute and so he'd wait till they were both together and he could lock them in a room or something. He had to clean up and change clothes if he was to get on a plane and get the hell out of the Midwest.
Then, exactly at midnight, a car pulled up to the house. "There he is," Sally said, and looked out the window only to find a police car parked in front.
"It's the state police!" she said.
The man jumped up, pulled his knife, and held her arm. He ordered her to the door, told her what to say, and let her open it. She played her part well, the cops left, and now they were again waiting for Patrick.
Sally sat looking out the window at the rain beginning to fall as the minutes ticked away. The man walked around the room, looking at pictures, picking up things, mumbling to himself.
"No kids?" he asked "No," Sally remarked.
"Hubby doesn't fuck you enough? With his little cock? " he taunted her.
Sally turned around, ready to scream, but the man grabbed her and slapped her across the face. "Fuck this shit, and fuck you, too," he said, dragging her up the stairs. "I'm getting cleaned up. The hell with waiting for that fucker."
He pulled Sally into the bathroom and told her to sit on the toilet bowl and keep her mouth shut It wouldn't have mattered if she had screamed-there were no houses around, no people, only the rain and the wind.
He stripped off his clothing and stood in front of her. He smelled, and she turned her head away.
"You gonna be a nice girl and wash me down?" the man said with a leering smile.
Sally didn't reply. Her nostrils closed at the vile odor of the man. She looked at his tremendous cock, the same cock that had taken a piss on her body. She wanted to take a knife and cut it off his body. But she controlled herself, telling herself it was the right thing to do.
He thrust his cock in her face. She didn't move. It flopped back and forth against her cheeks as it began to harden. Then he grabbed it and said, "Lick those nuts clean!"
Sally obeyed. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and began to gently lick her balls, applying saliva to them. In a moment the man was undulating and his voice softened.
"Oh, baby, yeah, that's it," he moaned, pulling on the tip of his cock as she tongued his testicles. "You like those big balls, you like 'em?"
"Yes," Sally breathed, continuing to lick them. Did she really like them? Yes, if the situation were other than this-if this man were not a murderer, if this man were not in control of her life, if this man were not a sadist. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine him as someone else, some good-looking man she had seen in the movies. Paul Newman, Burt Reynolds, Johnny Carson. Yes, she was licking Johnny Carson's balls, and they were beautiful, and she loved how the hair felt on her tender tongue.
"Take my dick in your mouth," he commanded.
Sally opened her eyes. His cock was bigger than it had seemed the first time. She opened her lips and took the head-this time determined to give him a blow job that would satisfy him, please him-and she sucked only the tip for a few seconds, outlining the glans, flicking in and out of the slit in the tip, sucking hard on the huge tool.
Then she let him push it in farther, across the roof of her mouth, and her hands instinctively came up and caressed his balls. Then he started stroking her hair, feeling her distended lips along the driving piston of his cock. She smelled his masculine, pungent sweat. She had to keep herself from gagging. She wanted to vomit, to run, to kill him. But she was helpless, totally helpless to his sexual cravings. Oh, Pat, please help me!
The man pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned around and bent over, leaning on the bathtub. "Go ahead," he said.
Sally retched, imagining what he wanted done. "What do you mean?" she whispered, fumbling.
"Put your sweet little face in my ass-hole and eat it out," he commanded. His cock was standing rigid, excited at the thought of her tongue cleaning his sweaty, dirty ass-hole.
"Oh, God, please," Sally said as tears formed in her eyes again.
"Suck on my hole or I'll take a shit right on your goddamned face!"
"Please don't make me ... "
"BITCH!" The man swung around and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Then he sat down on her face and pressed his dirty hairy ass-hole to her lips.
"No! No!" Sally pleaded, kicking her feet wildly on the floor, but there was no stopping him. She tried to bite him, but she couldn't. She tasted sweat and shit and she gagged and held her breath, trying not to throw up. Then she relented and stuck her tongue out and pushed it against his hole. In a moment he let up the pressure and she licked his ass-hole a few times till he was satisfied. All of a sudden he turned and pointed his cock at her face.
"Open your mouth wide and don't you dare swallow it," he said hurriedly, feeling the cum shooting up the shaft of his long cock.
Sure enough, it spurted from the tip, directly into her mouth. He watched each gush as it filled her open mouth, watched as the cum built up in there, her tongue sticking out from the middle of a sea of white, watched as she stared up in hatred and fascination as he pumped his load into her lips without his cockhead touching either her lips or tongue.
"Okay," he said, pulling his cock away from her face, "now just let it bubble out of your mouth and wipe it all over your face."
Sally stuck her tongue out and brought her cheeks together and forced his jism over her lips, over her cheeks, and she then brought her hands up and bathed in the white liquid. Her face was slick with his cum and he bent down to lick her, kiss her, cleanse her face of his jism.
"Jit is good for your complexion," he said with a grin.
Sally sat up and grabbed a towel and wiped her face clean.
"Well, did you like it?" he asked, starting to unbutton her blouse.
"I hated it!" Sally said, looking directly into his dark eyes.
"You loved it," he said, looking right back at her. And somehow, his voice rang of truth. Did she really like what was happening to her? Was that why her nipples were hard and there was a tingling in her snatch? She put the question out of her mind and let him undress her. Pat! Where in Pat?
"Man, you're something else," the hunter said as he stared at her naked body. He bent down and bit hard on her left nipple.
"That hurts!" Sally moaned. He did it again. She said nothing. He stopped.
"Get in the tub. I gotta piss."
Sally turned red. She started shaking all over, and she put her arms around his neck and held him tight. "No, please, not that! Please, fuck me, fuck my ass, come all over me, but don't do that again!" she pleaded.
He could see she was really frightened, and he tried to calm her, but her fright only turned him on more. "Honey, it won't be like last time. I'll piss directly on your open pussy. Man, your husband do that ever?"
Sally couldn't imagine such a thing-couldn't imagine Pat doing anything like that. "No, of course not."
"You'll love it-nice hot pee hitting your hard little clit. Man, you'll come right then!" He soothed her and stroked her back.
Then, to her surprise, Sally wondered if it could be exciting. Only on her pussy, nice and hot, like cum. ... maybe. But she still remembered his vile act of the other night and she trembled.
"Come on, then, we'll take a shower and wait for your husband. I won't hurt you."
She trusted him-she had no choice. She knew she couldn't resist and she detected a calm streak in him that she hoped she could keep going if she played her cards right. She stepped into the bathtub and nodded, ready to what he commanded.
"Get on the bottom of the tub and spread your legs real wide," he instructed, positioning himself next to the tub.
Sally did as told, still trembling. "Like this?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's just fine. Now spread your cunt, real far, make the insides come out, show it all," he said, holding his long cock in position, pointing the head directly at her pussy.
She pulled the lips apart and readied herself for the horrible thing that was to come. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look, afraid of losing all control when remembering the frightening events of the other night.
"Gotta piss, gotta piss in your cunt," he said softly, pulling on his cock a little. He tried but nothing would come.
"Talk to it, tell me you want it," he ordered.
"Please pee on my pussy," Sally said, hardly able to get the words out.
"Yeah, that's it, beg for my piss," the burly man said, cupping his balls.
"Please, piss all over my cunt. Make my cunt all nice and wet with your hot piss!" Sally was losing control all right, but not in the way she had expected. She actually found herself caught up in the sexuality of the situation-she actually wanted this man to piss on her burning pussy. She wanted to watch his stream hit her cunt-she wondered what it would feel like.
"Come on, baby, beg for it," he repeated in a louder voice, feeling his full bladder beginning to open.
"Piss on me! Piss on my cunt! Hit my pussy with your hot river!" She looked up, directly at the head of his cock, waiting for it to open, waiting to see the stream.
Suddenly a drop of urine fell to her stomach. She gasped. Then a full, hard, steady stream of yellow piss shot from his cockhead and hit squarely on her open pussy. It burned and saturated her muff and she squealed in shock and delight.
"That's it, honey, feel my hot yellow piss!" The man looked down in sexual ecstasy, watching his deluge on her cunt. Then he shook his cock a bit and let his pee hit her breasts and her stomach. It was practically odorless, and seemed much less repugnant than the other night.
"Oh my God," Sally moaned, watching his cock still pouring out urine on her crotch. She would never have imagined the thrill she was now feeling-it was as if someone was shooting hot cum against her pussy lips. She heard the stream running down the drain in the tub and watched as the few final drops fell to her body.
"Man, that was good," he said, shaking his cock.
"Oh," Sally sighed, sliding a few fingers up her snatch. She was wet with his piss and she was actually liking it-and wanting to be fucked.
Suddenly she stopped and realized what she was doing. It was as if she had been in a trance for a few minutes! She shook her head and quickly stood up and faced him.
"You took that real nice," he said. "Now you're gonna wash me."
He ordered her to turn on the shower, which she did, and he joined her in the tub. He wouldn't let her pull the shower curtain and the room was soon spattered with water. Sally almost cried as she saw the water splashing on her new wallpaper.
"Wash my nuts," he said, forcing her to the bottom of the tub. She reached up and soaped his balls and cock, and then he turned around and she did the same to his ass-hole. He started getting an erection again, and when she stood up he pulled her to him and placed the tip of his cock against her pussy. Then, with the water beating down, he shoved all his massive tool up her cunt. She felt as if a fist had been stuck up her, all the way to the elbow. His cock filled her till she felt she would burst
She dug her fingernails into his back as he started fucking her with fast, hard strokes. She moaned in pain and pleasure as his huge long cock battered in and out of her tender pussy. Soon she started purring. She had never been fucked like this before, in the shower, with the water splashing all over the room, with the biggest cock she'd ever imagined, by a man she hated and feared completely. But now she didn't want Pat to come in-she was only in danger of being fucked to death, she thought. And what a way to go! She loved what was happening, loved how it felt, loved how he pulled her close to him, hard, with masculine force, slamming his cock all the way home as Pat had never done-or would never be able to do.
She was mad with lust and she felt her head spinning and her cunt twitching madly, wildly, crazily. Suddenly the whole world turned upside down and she felt the peak of her climax. She grabbed him and cried out and the water hit her face and filled her open, gasping mouth, as the juices of her womanhood ran down his long battering ram and floated to the bottom of the tub.
It was the best orgasm she had ever experienced, partially because of the fear inside her, of the terribly exciting circumstances of it all, of the danger involved. She hung on to him till he gasped and then she felt her cunt get red hot and wet as he stopped moving and lifted her into the air with his hands on her ass. He came a gusher and kept his dick in her till every last bit had been sucked out of his cock by her clasping cunt.
Then they rinsed in the water when he pulled out and they didn't say another word. She knew, when he turned the water off, that she would be expected to dry him, and she did so, grabbing a big fluffy towel and kneeling in front of him in supplication as she rubbed his crotch hair and gently wiped the water off his cock and balls.
"Okay, let's go see if some of your baby-dick husband's clothes fit me..." he said, leading her out of the bathroom.
* * *
Pat parked the car behind the Rambler. All the lights were still on. It was almost three-thirty! Had Sally fallen asleep in the living room? Was she waiting up for him, mad at him? He got out of the car, held his jacket over his head and dashed through the rain to the back door.
He stopped suddenly, letting the rain pound on his head. The door was open-a window pane broken. What the hell? Panic struck him and he told himself to be calm. He walked into the kitchen and listened. Then he closed the back door and dropped his jacket to the floor.
Wiping his hair back, he walked into the dining room. His shoes were full of mud and he took them off, knowing Sally would never forgive him for dirtying her white rug. He walked into the living room and whispered. "Sally?"
He saw her book in the chair. A glass of cola sat on a coaster next to the chair. It was half empty, the ice cubes melted. Then, when he looked to one side of the room, he saw a red plaid jacket. A lumberjack coat. It wasn't his.
His worst fears seized him, but he didn't think of getting his gun-Sally didn't even know he had one, and he could never let her know that. She was frightened of guns-and what's more it was hidden in the shed. He started up the stairs, without a weapon, with only his fists. He didn't know what was up there, or if anyone was up there. But he did want to find Sally and make sure she was safe.
He reached the top of the steps and looked into the open bathroom door. The room was covered with water, the floor with wet towels, and his razor had been used and was lying on the side of the sink. What the fuck?
Lightning flickered outside the windows, followed by a crash of thunder that rattled the house. Pat held his breath for a moment and then looked in the den. It was undisturbed. Then he opened the door to their bedroom. And he saw the most shocking thing he had ever witnessed in his life.
A man, a big, burly, handsome man, was sitting in the chair across the room-dressed in one of his shirts and what looked to him like his pants. But the pants were open and the man's cock was sticking out. It was bigger than Tike's! But the most shocking thing was that Sally was kneeling in front of this stranger, licking his monstrous cock!
"Come in, Pat! I hear you got a small cock!" the man said, laughing, pointing the knife at Pat.
"Sally..." Pat said, rushing over to her.
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER OR SHE GETS THIS THROUGH HER NECK!" the man shouted, pressing the blade at Sally's neck. Pat stopped. He turned away. He couldn't bear watching his poor wife being made to suck on this guy's cock.
"Can't look? I'm just teaching her how to do it real good, so she can blow you all the time," the hunter said, laughing again. Pat turned back with hatred and rage in his eyes.
"Please, take anything you want, but don't force her to do that!" He wanted to pull her away, he wanted to hold her, but he was helpless. Goddamn it! Why did I stay at J.D.'s?
"Come on baby, suck harder, make me come so we can get outta this goddamn dump," the man said. Pat watched in a strangely interested fascination as his wife proceeded to suck the guy's cock in front of him. She didn't look up, or turn to her husband at all. She was too ashamed.
"Suck me off, then hold that cum in your mouth and go over and give hubby small-dick there a good kiss, so he can taste what real cum is like, what a man's cum is like!"
Pat felt weak in the knees and he fell to the bed and sat there watching the unbelievable scene. He told himself he was dreaming, that he was in the twilight zone. But it was all too real.
The burly man came. He gasped and bucked his hips into the air and pumped a load into Sally's waiting mouth. Then she got up, as instructed, and went over to the bed. She looked into her husband's eyes-saying "I'm sorry!" only with her eyes-and kissed him. The man's cum floated into Pat's mouth and the two of them drank it down and pulled apart.
"What's happening? What do you want?" Pat asked.
The man pulled up his zipper. "I want a ride to O'Hare Airport in Chicago. Now, fast. Sally and me, we've been waiting for you for hours. But we kept busy. You ever piss on her cunt? She digs it, man."
"He's lying!" Sally lied, but her red face told Pat that he had done that to her.
He erased it from his mind. He refused to believe anything the man told him. But he suddenly realized something. "You're the guy who murdered...."
"Shut the fuck up, you fucker!" the man shouted, jumping, coming at Pat with the knife. "You don't worry about me! You just do as I say!" He put the knife at Pat's throat as Sally held onto her husband, begging him to do as the man asked.
"All right, kids, downstairs," the man ordered.
They obeyed. Once in the living room, the man asked, "What kind of roadblocks are there?"
"Only one leading from here to Interstate 94. I just passed through it-two cops, I know them both."
The man smiled. "Good, I'll be under a blanket in the hack seat while you zip by them. One false move and your wife gets her throat slit faster than any cop could shoot into that car."
"What do you want us to do?" Pat asked.
"Get me to that airport, and get the fuck outta there," the man said.
Pat reacted automatically. It probably was the most foolish remark of his life, but when he thought about crime he always considered the other side, for apparent reasons. "But you'd never make it on a plane. We could have the cops on your tail in ten minutes."
The man thought about it for a second. "Yeah, so that means I'll have to do something about you two so you can't get to the police before I take off. Maybe I'll have to kill you."
Sally gasped and Pat assured her he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
"Let's go," the man said, grabbing his lumberjack coat. Pat and Sally put coats on and Pat got a huge old dark blanket from the storeroom. It would cover their bundle in the back seat perfectly.
They ran through the rain to the car. Once inside, Pat took Sally's hand and squeezed it tightly. She could tell that he was terribly frightened.
"Take it easy in this rain. I want to make it there alive," the man said, crouching down.
* * *
At the roadblock, the policeman recognized Pat again. "Back so soon, Mr. Stevens?"
"Yes, my wife's mother is very sick, in Illinois. We have to get there right away." Pat glared at the cop, hoping the message would get across.
"That's too bad, Be careful, it's a mighty bad storm," the cop said, and waved them on.
As the car drove away, the cop got back into the squad car. After a few minutes he said to his partner, "You know, he said 'her mother'. . . "
"So what?" the other cop remarked.
"Well, his wife's mother lives in Kenosha. She owns a dress shop, everyone knows that. I just seen her a few days ago myself, at the shopping center, Pershing Plaza."
"I still don't see what's wrong."
"Yeah, yeah, she could be in Illinois and she could be sick. But add it up-he comes home from work or whatever just forty-five minutes ago, says he's real tired, then he's back on the road, looking mighty strange at me. The mother story could have been a tipoff."
His partner looked at him. "You're nuts, but I'll call Rick and Bob and have them check the house out. Good enough?"
"Yeah, maybe I'm a little punchy."
The partner grabbed the walkie-talkie.
* * *
The hunter sat up at the first tollgate. After they had gone through he said, "I know what we're gonna do. We're gonna all get a room at some big motor hotel near the airport. Then I'm gonna tie you up in there and I'm gonna take your car and by the time they find you, I'll be long gone."
His words were met with silence. Sally had her head against the headrest, her eyes closed, chilled because of the rain, hoping to hell the police had suspected something. Pat kept looking in the rear view mirror, hoping to see a red flashing light, hoping to at least get stopped for speeding. He and Sally could dash out before the man got the knife out ...
But he wasn't stopped. They finally drove into the huge Fascination Inn near O'Hare International Airport. They went in together, got a room, said they just wanted to sleep when asked about baggage, and proceeded up to a room with two large double beds.
A curious thing happened at the desk, however. When asked to pay for the room, Pat was ready to pull out money. But the man opened a wallet and produced a shiny TWA Getaway Card. The name on it read Larry Ainsicorth.
Walking up the steps, the man said, "No, Larry Ainsworth ain't my name! I stole that ' from a fag in Chicago."
But Pat remembered it for one reason-the man would evidently use it to charge a plane ticket. Thus he could be traced.
Once in the room, the man ordered both Pat and Sally to take off their clothes. They did so without a sound. Their captor grabbed the car keys and put them in his pocket as they stepped out of their clothing and stood naked in the glaring light of the motel room, feeling foolish. The rain beat against the window panes and the sky outside was still black.
"Your dick isn't as small as she said," the man laughed.
Pat cringed inside. He felt enraged that Sally would say his cock was small-he felt ridiculous, his wife talking about his cock to another man. He wanted to slap her across the face himself.
Sally felt so ashamed she wanted to cry. She stood there, watching the man tearing the bed-sheets to strips, next to her naked husband, still too ashamed to look in his eyes. In minutes it would all be over. That was all she wanted. Just to have it be over.
The man tied Sally's hands behind her back and tied her feet together. Then he stuffed her mouth with material and gagged her tight.
He did the same to Pat, tying first his hands, then his feet. But all of a sudden he had an idea. He untied Sally's feet and made Pat lie back on the floor.
"Here's what you get for not fucking your wife enough, buddy," the man said, pulling his cock out.
"Oh Christ," Pat said, thinking the man was going to make him suck him off. He had never sucked a cock in his life. He couldn't do this, not in front of his wife. The man couldn't make him do it.
"Taste this!" the man said, shoving his cock in between Pat's lips. Pat had no choice. The knife was brandished and he had to take the man's dick in his throat. He tried sucking and he almost choked. He couldn't stand it. His eyes filled with tears.
Then the man pulled out and said, "Fuck, this ain't no good. The fag in Chicago at least knew how to suck a dick."
Then another brainstorm hit. "You, twinkle tits," he said to Sally, untying her legs, "you just squat over hubby's hungry mouth there."
Sally did as she was told. Maybe the man wanted Pat to eat her cunt-which he would do gladly-while he beat off.
"Now take a good leak in his' mouth!" The man grabbed his cock and looked at them with glazed eyes. Piss turned him on and he was going to see another good golden shower if it killed him-or them.
Pat's eyes flashed red. "No, please," he said, looking up at his wife's cunt.
"Oh," Sally moaned from behind the restraint on her mouth. She'd have to do it, it was the only way to satisfy the man and she knew it.
She tried desperately, watching the man masturbating just inches from them, seeing the knife in hia other hand. A trickle of urine fell from her pee hole as Pat closed his eyes and opened his mouth, giving in, ready to take it.
Then her river began and an unbroken stream of piss ran down from her cunt into Pat's open mouth. It started to run over his lips, and the man ordered, "Swallow it!"
Pat gulped his hot piss down. And his cock rose between his legs, standing straight up. He was bound on the floor and his wife was pissing into his mouth, over his face, and he had a hard-on. It was the most amazing and terrifying moment of his entire life.
The man came and the jism shot out over Pat's face and fell into his mouth, mixing with the warm piss that now was trickling off. Sally fell back and sobbed on the floor. Pat coughed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own tears, but he was unable. For the first time since he was a boy, he cried.
The man shoved his cock in his pants. Then he gagged Pat's mouth, bound Sally's legs, and threw their clothes out the window into the rainy early morning. He clicked off the light and left the room. It was over.
* * *
By the time Pat moved himself to the door and began banging at it with his feet, the hunter was at O'Hare.
By the time the call was made to the police in Kenosha County-by then the Highway Patrol had been searching all the Illinois highways, because a call to Sally's mother revealed she was alive and well and living in Kenosha, and a search of the Stevens house revealed all kinds of evidence as to a struggle and strange happenings-the man was in the skies over St. Louis, knife having been tossed away before going through the metal weapons detector.
By the time Pat and Sally were back home, and the doctor had treated them for shock, the airlines were checking passenger lists for a Larry Ainsworth.
And by the time news of the terrible ordeal of Mr. and Mrs. Stevens was being sent to wire services and newspapers, police and F.B.I, officials were waiting at the gate in Los Angeles for a certain Larry Ainsivorth.
He was caught. Sally and Pat were heros. They were suddenly very well-known. But they could barely speak to each other about what had happened, each believing it was all his or her own fault. Sally said to herself, "If only I would have told him about the first night..." And Pat said, "If only I had come home after the meeting ... "
* * *
A day later a phone call came. Pat took it in the den. It was the Man, calling from Illinois. "You know you've completely ruined the chances of Monday. You've fucked up the schedule. And you've made yourself into a fucking movie star! There's a meeting tomorrow at J.D.'s. Ten. Be there." CLICK.
Pat put the phone down and sat in his chair.
He picked up the glass of Scotch sitting next to him and flung it against the wall "FUCK!" he yelled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following week was a difficult one for both Sally and Pat. Sally had to get her head together again, having had her sensibilities blown apart twice in her life, within a few days of each other, culminating with the obscene act she had to perform on her husband.
If anything, she needed someone strong to turn to, someone to lean on, someone she loved and trusted. The obvious choice would have been Patrick, but he was cold, distant, and at times downright nasty to her. She tried to understand what he was going through also, and she hoped that together they could weather the storm. But they kept their honest thoughts and questions from each other, which only pulled them further and further apart.
Sally turned to her mother and to her friend, Susan. There was no man to go to. Her father was dead and Pat was almost always away, or when he was home he locked himself in his study and only joined her for meals and late at night in bed. He hadn't touched her sexually since the awful night when she had to urinate in his mouth.
Pat's head was splitting. He didn't know what was suddenly happening in his life. He was committed to the jobs, into it up to his teeth, and at the same time he felt guilty about his wife, knowing she needed him, but somehow unable to help. There was something about coming home to clean, soft-spoken, beautiful small-town Sally that purged him of his crazy, dirty world of Chicago gangsters and whores. Now Sally had been through every sex act in the book-at least that is what he imagined and she just would never be the same girl in his estimation any longer. If he had been growing bored with fucking her before the hunter crossed their path, he was now completely finished with it. He didn't think he could even get it up for her any longer. And that worried him.
His "fame" worried him, also. Reporters were still calling for interviews, and as long as the man who had terrorized them made news, Pat would figure in the accounts. The man had recently admitted two other sex murders, one in Michigan and the second one in northern Wisconsin, and was being brought back to the first state for trial. Pat wished it had never happened, but it had and he had to deal with it. He also became the "hero" of his friends in Chicago in spite of The Man's disapproval. He had been face to face with death-with a sex maniac, no less-and he had "survived." They were utterly fascinated with his tale of how he was forced to piss in his wife's mouth. Sally couldn't bring herself to talk about it, but Pat found a sense of sexual gratification when telling of the incident.
Almost two weeks had passed, and some of the commotion had died down. Pat spent more time at home now-he was no more open with Sally, however-preparing for the job to come. It was all set, all planned; he just had to wait. They were back on schedule and he was relieved to know it would all soon be over. And he would be a very rich man.
Sally, however, was having great misgivings about her role as the small-town housewife. The incident, no matter how terrifying and awful it may have been, opened up a new world of sex to her; and once that knowledge was in her head, in her heart, she couldn't shake it and go back to being what she had been. She woke at night, sweating, dreaming of the man's huge cock, of the fuck she had been given in the bathtub, of watching her stream fill Pat's mouth. She had a burning in her snatch, like an eternal flame-it wouldn't go out, no matter how much she masturbated. She longed for Pat, but she wouldn't beg him. She would feel his hard cock press up against her in the night and sometimes she'd take hold of it gently, careful not to wake him, and just hold it as some of her frustrations seemed to unwind. But holding his cock, sneaking a feel in the night, was not going to satisfy her. She needed to be fucked, to be used, to be abused.
"I need love," she whispered to herself late one night, as tears fell to her pillow. She finally drifted off with one hand on her pussy as Patrick slept soundly next to her.
* * *
At exactly 7:35 on a Monday morning late in October, a blue car pulled into the long, elm tree-lined drive leading to the house of Roger Dettmar, President of the First National Bank of Westland Hills. The car came to a stop before it could be viewed from the house.
"You sure they're awake, all of 'em?" Tike asked from the back seat. Lenny and Pat sat next to him. J.D. was at the steering wheel, with Russell beside him.
"Sure I'm sure, the man says they all get up to have breakfast with the old man. What's more, the kids go to school." J.D. snorted, then turned around.
"Teenage son and daughter, huh?" Tike said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Now, don't you get any ideas," J.D. warned, knowing Tike was a horny bastard.
"Don't worry," Russell said, glancing back at Tike. He would be staying at the house as usual, keeping the wife and children hostage till Lenny, Pat and J.D. came back to pick them up.
* * *
Inside the huge rambling house, Roger Dettmar sat at the dining room table. Monday was the day the maid came in late, so his wife had fixed breakfast-something she loved to do-and he had just called the children. In a minute, his son, Jamie-seventeen years old, athletic-and his daughter, Melody-sixteen years old, the opposite of her brother, fair and pretty-joined him at the table.
"Morning children," Mrs. Dettmar said, joining them. Her husband put his paper down. They had seen the opening of a new play at the Goodman Theater on Saturday, and he had just read the review. "I loved that play. When the hell is this town gonna get somebody with brains to review shows?" he complained.
Then the doorbell rang. "Who could that be at this hour?" Mrs. Dettmar said, getting up from the table. The kids ignored both their father and the bell. They wanted to finish breakfast and get off to school.
There was a short scream from the entrance hall, and immediately Mrs. Dettmar ran into the dining room. She grabbed the back of her husband's chair as four men-J.D. had stayed in the car to keep an eye outside-entered the room. Their faces were covered with women's stockings, so their features were blurred and ugly. All of them wore identical red wind-breaker jackets and sneakers. You couldn't tell them apart except by their voices-and the fact that one looked younger than the others.
"We don't want any yelling, any carrying on, and no one's gonna get hurt if you all do as we say. Up against the wall!" Lenny ordered.
Roger Dettmar got up from the table and held his wife to him. She was speechless with fear. The kids obeyed, stunned. All four of them lined up against the dining room wall.
"Now, here's what we're gonna do..." Pat said.
Outside, J.D. watched the sun coming up on the crisp autumn day. He wondered what the guy's daughter looked like. And he wondered if Tike would get carried away and fuck her, or would Russell stop him?
At exactly 8:15 AM, J.D. started the car. Pat had signaled to him. He drove to the front of the house and Lenny ushered the bank president into the back seat. Then he blindfolded him and made him lie on the floor of the car, a gun pointed directly at his temple. Pat got in the front seat with J.D. and the car sped away.
Inside the house, the brothers, Tike and Russell sat facing Mrs. Dettmar, Jamie and Melody. They hadn't resisted being tied to the chairs and they hadn't made any noise, so the men had decided not to gag them.
"They'll be back in about an hour, then we'll go with them and your husband will be dumped off in the county someplace, unhurt," Tike said.
"What if something goes wrong? What if one of the people at the bank won't listen to dad and sets off the alarm?" Jamie asked.
"Then you're all dead," Russell replied.
There was a dread silence in the room. Melody seemed the most upset, but she was worried about her mother more than anything. But Mrs. Dettmar was taking it well, even though she was normally nervous and excitable. She believe her husband would do what the men wanted. They would not' be hurt. All they wanted was money. They didn't want anything else.
But she was too sure. Tike certainly did want something else-Melody Dettmar's pussy. He sat there staring at the pretty girl, seeing how her ripe young tits stuck out of the top of her dress. The old lady didn't do much for him, but the daughter was something else again!
"You got any booze in the place?" Russell asked. Tike looked at him. It was strange-Russell was normally the even man, the one who dared nothing. Drinking on the job? Was he getting bored with the routine already? It was the third job, yes, but there was still danger involved, still rules to follow.
But Tike was hardly the person to keep others in line-he didn't have an iron will. When Mrs. Dettmar replied that there was a bar in the family room, Tike just watched Russell walk into the room to get a bottle of Scotch.
When Russell returned, Tike asked, "How the hell we gonna drink it? We can't take these off!"
"You make a little hole for your mouth-see-like this..." Russell bit a hole in his face mask. Tike was afraid the material would split and his entire face would be exposed. But instead just the hole remained, with a run up the front of his nose which looked like the run on the back of some broad's nylons.
Russell put the bottle to his lips amd took,a slug. "Man, that's good stuff," he said.
Tike did the same. At that hour of the morning, on an empty stomach, he was loaded after the first swallow. His head spun and he looked at the guns on the table and saw them triple. Then he said he was going to lie down in the living room, that Russell should keep watch on them.
Russell kept watch. And he kept drinking. None of them said .word. They all just stared at each other.
After about twenty minutes, Tike walked into the room with his zipper open and his long hard cock protruding fron the front of his pants.
"My God," Mrs. Dettmar said, turning her head away. Jamie stared-his first reaction was that he couldn't believe the size of the guy's dick. Melody's eyes widened-she was shocked and again upset for her mother.
"Who's gonna go down on my dick?" Tike said, in a light drunken voice. He was sexed up now-there was no stopping him.
Russell didn't stop him, nor did he say a word. He stared at Tike's long thick cock in amazement, feeling his own organ beginning to twitch in his shorts. Tike walked up to the old lady and held his cock out to her. She started shaking and then she started to cry. "Not in front of my children, please," she begged.
Russell wondered if she meant he shouldn't show his cock in front of them but would in another room.
Tike grinned. He didn't want her mouth on his cock anyhow. He moved to Melody. She looked up at his masked face, almost daring him to stick it in her mouth. "Suck my cock, sweetheart," Tike ordered. Melody spat on him.
Tike grabbed his dick and slapped her hard against the face with it.
"Please don't make her do that," Mrs. Dettmar cried, throwing her head back. Russell got up and stuck a wad of napkins into her mouth to shut her up.
"Why not?" Tike retorted. "She's probably sucked off the entire basketball and football teams already. How about mine? How about the biggest cock you'll ever hope to see?"
Tike pressed his dick against her lips and finally she relented. She opened her mouth and he slid it in-about six inches of it-but she apparently didn't know what to do. Tike realized that the girl probably hadn't ever sucked a dick before and he delighted that he was now plugging the face of a sixteen-year-old virgin.
"Don't make her do that!" Jamie yelled, the protective older brother, wanting to murder the man who was doing such a vile thing to his kid sister.
"Shut up, shithead," Russell said to Jamie.
"Fuck you," Jamie retorted, in rage.
"Teach this boy some manners while I teach his sis here to eat a dick," Tike said.
Russell walked up to Jamie, looked down at his face, and then slapped him with the flat of his hand. The blow almost knocked the boy, chair and all, to the floor. It dazed him. But still he was mad. "Cocksucker," Jamie muttered.
"COCKSUCKER?" Russell said, laughing. "You calling me a cocksucker? We'll see who sucks cock..." Russell unzipped his pants, dropped them to his knees, pulled his shorts down and grabbed his thick hard dick and showed it to the boy. "Now you'll see who's a cocksucker."
Mrs. Dettmar fainted. Her head fell forward with a sigh as she slumped over.
"Fuck her," Tike said, sliding his pole in and out of Melody's lips. She turned her head slightly to see her brother sitting there frightened-his masculinity at the tottering point and then she watched as he gave in too and opened his mouth to accept the other man's hard cock.
Brother and sister, sitting there just a foot from each other, were giving blow jobs for the first time in their lives. Tike pumped his cock slowly, letting the girl get the feel of it, letting her tongue and lips get accustomed to the huge organ throbbing under their wetness.
Russell held the boy's head and fucked his mouth harder than Tike was doing to Melody. He shoved his cock down the kid's throat and then pulled all the way out and shoved again. His dick scraped on the boy's teeth. "Open your mouth more, you bastard, use your tongue," he commanded, and Jamie obeyed, trying to do what the man wanted.
"That's it, honey, now suck on it, pull on it," Tike said softly, closing his eyes in a dizzy drunken feeling. The girl was learning-she started creating a suction, flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock, pulling with her lips.
"Oh man, I'm gonna fill you full of cum!" Tike moaned.
"That's it Boy, you do it fine," Russell said, loving not only the Mow job he was getting but the stimulation in his mind stemming from the fact that he was superior-he was forcing a high school athlete to suck his dick! He shoved forward and the kid sucked as hard as he could, working his lips and mouth and tongue over the man's cock, sucking just like his girl friend sucked on his own cock. Now he knew what it felt like to her.
"Do it to him hard, Russ," Tike said, forgetting the situation they were in for a moment-calling the other man "Russ" was an unforgivable error, but Russell didn't even notice it. He was on the brink of orgasm.
"Ummmm..." the boy moaned, hardly able to work his tongue any faster. Russell fucked his face in fast jabs, shoving the head of his fat cock all the way down Jamie's throat.
"It's gonna come-take me, you mother-fucker!" Russell yelled out. Melody turned her eyes to see if it would really happen. And sure enough. Russell shrieked and held Jamie by his hair. Then he came-shooting wads of hot thick cum into the back of the boy's throat, one after another, till the kid choked.
"Swallow it, every bit of it! Oh suck me, suck the jism outta me," Russell moaned, his body wracked in orgiastic pleasure.
"Drown him in the stuff," Tike said, still banging his own cock in and out of Melody's hungry little mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Russell said, allowing his body to stop moving. He reached out and held himself up against the wall, bracing himself, as Jamie sucked out the last of his load and swallowed it down.
Finally, as Tike pulled his pants down to his knees to let his balls swing free, Russell pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and took one step back. Jamie looked at the floor, his eyes red, unfocussed.
"Hey, boy," Russell suddenly said, "you like that?"
"No," Jamie muttered softly.
"Then why you got an erection?" Sure enough, Jamie had an erection. His hard cock was visibly standing up across his groin.
Without a sound, and to even Tike's surprise, Russell undid the boy's pants and pulled them down to his knees. Jamie's hard young cock stood up from between his closed, bound legs. The boy didn't say a word. Russell looked up at him-his look was one of tenderness now, of thanking the boy for what he had done, for Russell wasn't basically a rough person-and then took the boy's cock in his hand and started jerking him off.
"Please," Jamie started to whisper, but Russell brought his hand up and pressed his lips tight.
"Watch your sister get her mouth full of cum," Russell said, beating on the boy's cock as if it were his own. "Let yourself come, you know you want to!"
Jamie gave up, turned his head and watched his little sister with her lips distended, her face flushed, sucking on the biggest cock he'd ever seen. His friend Jim was supposed to have the biggest cock in the school-ten inches-but the one on the masked young man was beyond belief. He felt the wonderful sensations shooting from his groin as another hand pumped his hot cock. He would shoot soon, he knew it-and he knew he wanted to.
Melody moaned, half-frightened, half-obsessed with getting it over with. She wanted to make him come desperately. She wished she could feel his balls or be able to put her hand around the base of his dick like he was doing. She just wanted it to be over ...
"Come on, suck hard, your brother wants to see you get a face full of jism!" Tike said, trying to spread his legs, working his pants down to his ankles so his balls could hang free and swing with his forward thrusts.
Mrs. Dettmar started waking up, turning her head, moaning. But no one paid any attention. Melody had no choice. She couldn't think about her mother now. She had to please this madman or their lives could be in danger. She sucked as hard as she could and begged with her eyes, pleading with him to shoot in her mouth.
Russell felt Jamie's cock stiffen even harder and then he felt the boy's body go rigid. He knew he was going to shoot. He was kneeling in front of him, ready to watch his cock go off like a fountain.
'This is it, honey, this is it," Tike breathed. Melody sucked harder.
Jamie gritted his teeth and mumbled, "I'm gonna come!"
Then a car horn sounded.
They all heard it, but they couldn't acknowledge it. Tike slammed down Melody's throat as his balls swelled with the beginning force of his climax. Jamie sighed and let himself go. Russell breathed, "Come, kid, come..."
All of a sudden a stream of white liquid started running down the side of Melody's mouth as Tike pumped a good half a pint of jism into her young mouth. She sucked it in and tried to swallow it, but it was coming too fast for her. Tike moaned, pumping into her face, fucking her as hard as he could as his juices poured out in a deluge.
Russell's hand was covered with Jamie's cum. It shot up initially and hit the boy in the jaw, and then a second spurt hit his chest. The rest just gushed out and flowed down over his balls, soaking the chair beneath him. Mrs. Dettmar watched it all in shock, in a blur, telling herself it was not really happening at all.
The car horn sounded again and again. Tike was oblivious to it. He was in total sexual ecstasy, with thoughts of even fucking the girl, or making her brother fuck her while he and Russell watched. He had lost all concept of time and place and mission.
Pat ran into the room. "Jesus God Almighty!" he shouted, stopping in dead shock. He looked at Russell rising from the boy's standing wet cock. He saw Tike look at him through his mask, as if Pat were intruding on his private sexual life. "Let's get the fuck outta here!"
Pat turned and ran back out to the car. Russell followed, pulling up his pants. Tike pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and said, "It's been nice," and then tried to get his pants up as he ran-the car horn was blowing again-but he tripped and fell, knocking over a lamp in the corner of the dining room, and got up and finally made it to the door.
With his half-hard cock still hanging out of the front of his pants, Tike jumped into the blue car. The door closed from the force of the automobile moving down the driveway.
"Dumb fucking kid," J.D. said, swinging the car into traffic heading out of town.
"I just wanted to get my rocks off," Tike said, sounding almost like a wounded little boy.
"What did you do to my wife and daughter?" Roger Dettmar demanded from the floor of the back seat.
"I fucked your daughter's mouth, ass-hole!" Tike shot back.
"And my wile? What did you do to my wife?"
"She's okay, no one touched her," Russell said.
The banker tried to get up from the floor. "You told me no one was going to be abused!"
"Shut your mouth, daddy! Your kids loved it-even your big husky son dug sucking his dick! Your kid's a goddamned fairy!" Tike was drunk, shouting, twisting around in the seat, his cock still sticking out of his pants.
"You miserable son of a bitch," the banker said, and tried to get at Tike. Pat smashed the butt of his gun on the man's head.
Twelve minutes later, they dumped Roger Dettmar, unconscious, into the middle of a pasture.
* * *
By the time Sally Stevens got the Kenosha Neics that night, she had already heard on radio that there had been yet another seemingly masterminded-with-ease bank robbery. This time the First National Bank of Woodland Hills. Same scenario: the men meet the waking family of the bank president and holding the wife and kids hostage as some of the holdup men go to the bank just before the time clock was set to open the vault. The president instructed his workers as they arrived to be calm and go about their jobs, opening the bank for business as usual at nine o'clock. He told them he would be safe in one hour, and then they could call police. The holdup men cleaned the vault of half a million dollars, released the president on a country road, and disappeared.
It all seemed too easy in this day and age. Sally was beginning to become interested in the saga. She liked mysteries, and this certainly was one. She detected that the group was getting sloppy-the papers reported that the bank president's son heard one of the men call another "Russ"-and this time it was reported that the man's son and daughter had been "abused"-an ambiguous word. She imagined they had been sexually assaulted, but she also imagined the family didn't want to talk about that, for they would be too ashamed. Oh, she knew too well they might be feeling.
Pat came home just in time for dinner. He looked shaken and angry. He sat down without a word.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently, hoping not to offend him. "Nothing."
That was it. He ate his food quickly, hardly taking the time to chew. He should have been happy-half a million bucks, no violence except for a bump on old man Dettmar's head. But he was upset because the man was upset with all of them. "Childish antics" he had called them, and they were. Tike was a baby; he had a fine mind for organizing and detailing, but one taste of liquor and he was finished. Couple that with his insatiable sex drive, and there was no stopping him. Russell, it turned out, was just as bad. He said he didn't want to sit in a boring house guarding three boring people while the others had the "excitement" of going to the bank. Next time they would change places with Lenny staying at the house with Tike, and Russell going to the bank. He would have his taste of the "Bonnie and Clyde" excitement he craved.
Tike had been busted in the jaw by the man, and it was the first time any of them had seen him cry. Hell, he was just a kid! Pat even felt sorry for him, but there was no taking chances in this business-the man was right on that point. In any case, it upset Pat tremendously. He hated having to hit the banker on the head-oh, he didn't mind knocking him out, he was really afraid the guy would never wake up again! Man, it would all be over soon. Two more jobs, that was all. And the next one was in three days-move fast, don't give them time to guess where we're hitting next-which hardly gave him time to shit between jobs, much less relax.
He finished his dinner, thanked Sally as one might thank a waitress who had been especially nice, and went out to his old Rambler. He opened the trunk and took out a large box and placed it in the shed in the backyard, making sure the lock was fixed tight. Then he picked something out of the trunk and tossed it in the trash can.
When he had gone up to his den, Sally, on a whim, went out to the garbage cans. Yes, she was dumping the garbage, but in the back of her mind she wanted to see what it was her husband had thrown in there.
She lifted the lid of the garbage can. It was dark already, but she could make out one lady's stocking lying on top of the other bags of trash. She dropped the garbage into the can, replaced the lid, and walked back into the house with a puzzled expression on her face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shortly after the total plan for all the robberies had been drawn up and the men recruited, The Man had made his own plan of how he would take care of stashing the money. He wasn't a big-time criminal. He had to pay a percentage to the syndicate, in return for which they guaranteed him a certain amount of "protection" and the exclusive right to his territory. It didn't help with the police, but it meant no other mobs would muscle in.
But The Man was a small-time thief, an although this was his biggest plan and would turn out to be-for a short time-his biggest success, he lacked the organization and the knowledge of organized crime. He was on the lowest level of the syndicate. Thus came the question, what to do with the money?
The answer came to him at a strange time. He had met a stewardess through a friend, a girl who hired herself out for just about any purpose when she had time in Chicago. It was The Man's thing to sit and watch a girl masturbate in front of him. He wouldn't touch her, he would just watch. He asked that she put a variety of things up her cunt-rubber cocks of various sizes and shapes, broom handles, carrots, cucumbers, electric vibrators, her hand-and after a time he would pull out his cock and beat off. It was his best pleasure, the thing he enjoyed most. He lived alone-his wife had died three years earlier-and was well-known in his suburban community as a good, kind old gentleman who was somewhat quiet and alone.
On this particular day, the stewardess took off her clothes and played with her breasts a bit-she asked him if he cared to touch them at all, but he said no, he just wanted to watch her-and she got him very excited by pinching her nipples and licking the top of her breasts.
Then she lay back on the floor in front of him and spread her legs. The Man hadn't seen a cunt like hers in years-it was covered with soft silken hair, very thin. The lips showed through beautifully and the inner lips protruded naturally, the folds lying there before his gaze with just a hint of moisture on them. He asked her not to touch her pussy yet-he just wanted to look at it, just wanted to take in its natural beauty.
And there was something about The Man, especially in that moment, that the girl liked. At first she regarded him as just another voyeur, another "watch" freak. But when he told her how beautiful her pussy was, there was a gentleness about him which made her endeared to him. Masturbating for him would be no choreshe suddenly wanted to do it.
She moved her legs, as he asked, up into the air and slowly apart as far as they would go. The lips of her cunt moved, and he stared at them. The outer lips parted a bit and the thick, darker folds of the inside seemed more attractive than ever. Then The Man asked her to use her muscles and make her pussy move-which she did perfectly.
Finally he told her she could do anything she wished and that there was a selection of objects for her pleasure in the cabinet near the door. She got up and walked to the cabinet and opened it. It was filled with dildos of assorted shapes and sizes, cocks molded out of wood and rubber, some with huge balls, some just the shape of the penis alone. She chose a short one, but very fat.
She stooped down in front of The Man and placed the cock on the floor. Then, without touching it, she pressed her cunt down gently on its tip and took it into her beautiful pussy lips without any lubrication. She held there-with just the mushroom head in her-until her own juices flowed down the length of the hard wooden polished organ and then let her pussy descend almost to the floor. Five inches of fat fake cock were in her cunt.
She stood up, the cock still in her, and then pulled it out slowly, letting The Man watch closely. Her lips clamped shut as soon as the organ was released and The Man could see that her pussy was completely wet and aching for more. The girl then tried many different sizes, lying on the floor with her feet spread, her cunt to The Man, sticking one cock after another up her cunt. She moaned and breathed hard as she fucked herself-using some for a longer time than others, because of their size or shape and the amount of pleasure they gave her. She particularly liked a huge rubber one that curved, which seemed to reach all the way into her womb.
The Man loved the beautiful spectacle of the blonde girl sticking the instruments up her pussy, fucking herself, turning herself on in his presence. She finally used her hand, spreading her cunt lips so he could see far up her wet and throbbing pussy, and then she stuck all her fingers in and worked her clit till she was crying in pleasure and her hand was covered with the cream of her orgasm.
The Man pulled out his cock and worked it up and down only a few times and reached orgasm easily, happily.
When it was over, and the girl had dressed, he asked if she cared to have dinner. At dinner, he asked if he could see her again, and the next time he saw her he asked where most of her flights took her. She replied that she normally worked the Chicago-Miami flight.
"Hmmmm," The Man replied. "Would you be interested in making some extra money for doing me a favor while in Florida?"
"Sure. What?" the girl replied, eager always to make some bread.
"I'll explain over cocktails, later. But first, shall we go to my house?"
"Gladly," the stewardess replied.
* * *
After a month of seeing The Man about once or twice a week, the stewardess grew tired of masturbating, and when she had to watch The Man beat off-he had quite a large cock-she felt frustrated that she could not even touch it, much less have it up her pussy. So her attitude to him changed. She still liked him, but being with him seemed to bore her.
But she wasn't tired of her business deal with him. For three hundred dollars each trip, she would do what he asked. It didn't take much time to run his errands, and there was no danger in it, either. So she kept up her relations with him.
Then, about the time of the third robbery, she was sitting in the Tartan Tray Cafeteria at O'Hare one afternoon shortly before a flight when she recognized a friend she hadn't seen in months.
"Bill!" she called.
"Hello," he said. He turned to face her, and the stewardess was talking to a state police officer. "How's business?"
"Which one?" the girl asked with a twinkle in her eye. They had met one night in front of the terminal, when she was waiting for a cab and he was making his normal round of the airport area. He stopped to talk to her and since he went off duty in just an hour, she agreed to wait. He slipped her twenty bucks, and in an hour and a half they were in a nearby motel, his big cock in her mouth and his tongue buried up her cunt.
They had fucked many times after that, but then they had somehow lost touch. But today they were back together again sitting in the cafeteria, talking over coffee.
"I mean the airline business," the man clarified himself. "Crap."
"The other business?" he asked. "Okay." She took a sip of coffee. "How's it with you?"
"Found another guy in the trunk of a car in the parking lot. Dead five days. Other than that, boring. I got me a girl-steady."
The stewardess smiled. She wasn't happy about it-he had been a good lay, and she was hoping they would do it again sometime.
Finally, after talking about various trivial things for a while, the girl asked, "Can I get an honest answer on something, something you won't push me on?"
"Sure," the cop said, nodding his head.
"Well, would you think it strange-I mean would you suspect anything illegal-if I were to tell you a man with a lot of money-and I mean a lot!-was having me deposit it for him in a bunch of banks in Florida?"
"Tell me more." The cop's blank expression didn't change.
"Well, I don't know. I mean, here's a stack of cash and I have to open accounts in various names and add to them each time I make a trip with the dough. Why would anyone want to go to such extremes to hide the fact that he had money in banks?"
"I could think of lots of reasons," the cop said.
"All of them on-the-line, legal?"
The cop smiled a bit. "No, not all of them."
The girl looked at her watch. "Yipes, I'll miss the damned thing. Walk me to the gate?"
"Sure, care to talk more about it?"
"No, I don't think so. Maybe in a few days. You gonna be around?" She picked up her suitcase.
"Sure," he said.
* * *
Four days later, she used the information she had to get Bill into bed. They went to a motel and he fucked her in the cunt, in the mouth, and twice in her ass, coming each time, violent full loads which left her almost speechless. He had a steady girl, but the stewardess had won out, which gave her great satisfaction. '
While the cop still lay on the damp sheets, smoking a cigarette with the ashtray placed between his naked legs, just under his big balls, the stewardess got up, went to her bag, and fetched something. A second later she tossed a wad of bankbooks on the bed and grinned.
CHAPTER NINE
Sally lay in bed, wondering. She had spent most of the evening deciding whether or not to look into Pat's den. If her wild thoughts were wrong, well then, she would feel like a fool and never do such a thing again. She wanted to trust him, but she seemed to have this streak in her which didn't allow it any longer. Then too, if her hunches proved to be right, what would she do? What could she do?
She trembled in fear. Then she got up, walked into the hall in her nightgown, and looked out the window at the end of the corridor. His car wasn't there yet. Light snow was falling-the first of the year, and quite early at that-and she shivered, not so much from the cold as from her own apprehensions. How could she even imagine such things about her husband? She knew she should be ashamed of herself.
But the stockings in the car trunk. The new clothes, the new shoes, the new color television and stereo Pat had recently bought. And most of all, his reference to Russell. A phone call from Russell-and wasn't that the name the papers had plastered everywhere, "Russ," as the bank president's son had heard it?
Sally opened the door to the study and went to Pat's desk and turned on the light. She looked through the top drawer-pencils, note-paper, junk. Then she opened the first side drawer. It was filled with old receipts, bills, papers-but one thing caught her attention: a bankbook in a plastic case. Patrick Stevens had placed a deposit of two thousand dollars in a new account in the First National Bank of Chicago on October 27. He had added to that amount by another five hundred dollars just three days before. Sally put the book back in the drawer and went to the next one. It was locked, as was the bottom drawer.
She got to her knees. The desk had been her father's, and long before he died she figured out how to get the locked drawers' opened. He often locked his papers and insurance policies in there, and when she and her mother needed them for hospital bills and the like when her father was extremely ill they finally opened the desk by themselves. It was an easy matter, getting on your knees and putting your hand up behind the drawers and pulling the little metal bar ...
Sally opened the first locked drawer. It was filled with little white boxes, all of them marked by number. Under them was an envelope. Sally opened it and read a strange list:
I) HAIRY CLIT
2) SEX IN THE SUNSHINE
3) SUCK IT, BABY!
4) Homosexual Threesome
5) UP AND COMING
6) Lesbians-untitled
7) COCKPIT
8) FUCKING I
9) FUCKING 2
10) EAT MY PUSSY!
11) SUCK SISTERS
12) THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME
13) Homemade-three girls, two men
14) Homemade-Four men, one girl
15) MAGGIE THE MOUTH GIRL
Sally didn't finish the long list. She opened one of the boxes and found a roll of movie film. She pulled some of it off the spool and looked at it through the light. It was hard to see something so small, but she could make out a man's cock. She pulled more of the film out and saw a girl's face between a man's legs. Then she could clearly see the guy's cock in the girl's mouth. That was enough. She rolled the film back and replaced it. She sat there a moment in shock, afraid to open the bottom drawer. She had discovered something she wasn't even expecting-and although it upset her, she was glad she hadn't found any guns, stockings or lists of the presidents of certain banks. The bankbook-Pat was keeping money from her, that was all. Just as she had been putting aside a few dollars "for a rainy day."
She pulled open the bottom drawer. In one envelope she found a stack of pornographic pictures-and although they were new to her and terribly engrossing in their vividness and detail, what really shocked her were the Polaroids of Pat himself. Pat sitting on a bed, his hard cock sticking up from his crotch. Pat with a girl sucking his dick. Pat fucking a girl. Pat taking a piss. Pat fucking an older woman while another licked his ass-hole. Pat holding his cum-covered cock over the face of a beautiful teenage girl.
"Oh God," Sally said to herself, staring at the pictures with fascinated repugnance. There was her husband, allowing himself to be photographed in a variety of sexual poses. She felt like burning the pictures, and yet she sensed a stirring in her-had the hunter degraded her forever? That she could not deny.
As she was putting the pictures back into the envelope she noticed that the backs of them were marked with name and dates. And some of them were not of Pat. A couple of them were photos of a stranger, a good-looking man. In one picture a girl was sucking his cock. On the back was written Russell and Judy, 1972. The other picture had the same girl sucking his cock while another man-he looked very young, maybe even in his late teens-with a huge cock that reminded Sally of the hunter's was watching hungrily. On the back was written Russell and Judy and Tike, 1972.
Russell and Tike. Who the hell were they? Sally put the stack of photos away and looked in the other envelopes. Some were full of more photos but many were only brochures offering various pornographic pictures, books and sexual items.
Finally, on the bottom, Sally found a list of men with address and phone numbers, all in the Chicago area. Lenny, Pat, J.D., Russell and Tike. Five men. One named Russ. All in the same area. Five men had robbed banks in that area and one of them was called "Russ."
Sally trembled. She was as bad off as she had been when she entered the room. She knew nothing positive, only that she was full of more questions, doubting her husband and fearing him more than ever, and hating him for leading a second life which she was not aware of.
She stood up and pushed the drawers shut. They locked automatically. She walked to the cabinets on the wall. They were all locked, and she didn't know how to open them. Then she sighed and turned around. Pat was standing in the doorway looking at her.
"PAT!" She screamed, frightened, surprised. She held her breath and then almost collapsed. "I ... I didn't know ... I didn't hear you!"
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Pat said angrily.
She had never seen him looking the way he did now. His face was tightened into a scowl and obvious fear wracked his body. And at the same time he was mad. His privacy had been invaded and he apparently had a great deal to hide. But there was something in his face Sally could read as real fright. He had been through some experience; something had definitely happened since he left early that morning.
"You little bitch," Pat said, coming at her slowly. He was full of rage-his eyes were almost blinded with a mixture of shock and anger and desperation and worry. And seven cans of beer.
He grabbed Sally. She screamed, but he dragged her up to him and pulled her hair and then slapped her across the face as she tried to lie about being in the room..."I heard a noise in here, I swear ... "
Pat pushed her across the hall and threw her down on the bed.. Then he returned to the study and looked at the desk. No, the drawers hadn't been opened. The cabinets were shut. She hadn't seen the pictures. She hadn't seen the list. He went back to the bedroom.
"Pat, please don't hate me," she begged.
"Strip," he told her.
She just stared at him.
"Goddamn it, Sally!" Pat jumped onto the bed and started pulling her nightgown from her body. It ripped over her shoulder as she struggled against him.
"Please, no..." Sally moaned in vain. She wanted him, yes, she loved him and wanted his body, but not like this, not in this way! It was too much like the man with the knife.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, you cock-sucking snoop," he hollered, pulling his clothes off, kicking his shoes to the floor. His cock sprang up as he pulled his shorts to his knees and Sally grabbed it, suddenly reversing her feelings at the sight of his hard body, wanting it now under any circumstances.
He pushed her down and pulled his shorts off. Then he thrust his body down on hers and, as his cock entered her cunt for the first time in so long, he kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue entered her mouth and she wrapped her legs around him, begging him with her body to fuck her like he had never fucked her before. He was an animal now, thrusting into her with massive force, smashing his cock all the way to his balls, filling her cunt with the cock she had desired for so long and had just seen in those astonishing pictures.
She clawed her fingernails into his back, almost drawing blood. He was fucking her with more than just physical force, as if purging himself of something dread and terrible in his life. He was making a confession and she was hearing it with her body. He pulled his face from hers and bit her shoulder, pushing his chest against her tits as he pressed her body into the mattress.
"Oh, Patrick, fuck me, fuck me hard, do what you want!" she called out, pulling his hair, thrusting her hips upward to meet his forward jabs, her cunt throbbing and beginning to fill with her bittersweet feminine juices.
She thought of the hunter-of his big cock, how he degraded her, how he pissed on her. Then she thought of Patrick, the pictures of him, the way he had opened his mouth to receive her urine that terrifying night, the way he had fucked her on their wedding night. Everything was a blur of sexual images, degrading images, loving images, intertwined. She felt nothing but the rising pleasure and excitement in her pussy and her release-which only had been accomplished by masturbation for so many weeks-nearing the surface of her being.
"I'm going to come!" she shouted.
"Fuck! FUCK!" Pat called out, wildly bringing the tip of his cock to the deepest point it would reach, tight within her hot pussy.
"Come with me, Pat! PLEASE!"
"Oh, yeah! OH FUCK, SALLY, SALLY, SALLY!" Pat was in another world now, his body convulsing with the start of his tremendous orgasm. The room spun and her cunt seemed to be enveloping his entire body.
"Oh God!" Sally, shook and her climax hit, almost violently, her body jumping up and down with rapid spasms of ecstasy. Her husband's wet, pulsating cock was filling her at the exact same moment, pushing against her clit with marvelous exciting movements as his cum filled her vagina.
Pat let his body drop to hers as his cock spurted thick wads of jism into her clasping box. His nuts were tight in their sac for a moment, then they went loose and hung down, touching the bottom of her pussy and the top of her ass-hole. The cum ran out of her snatch, mixed with her fluids, and wet her rear and the bedsheets.
Sally pulled her husband to her with all the force in her arms, as if claiming him, telling him that after all they had been through he was still hers and she was there for him. She knew something had happened. Whatever it was, she was glad he had come to her. Even if he had to fuck her to drive some terrible fear or memory from his mind, she would accept that because it was, in the long run, a gesture of love.
They held onto each other till it was completely over. His cock softened and slipped quietly out of her cunt. Then he moved next to her and, after a moment of shaking, he dug his head to her shoulder and his tears poured over her breasts.
He was crying-again. Sally couldn't believe it. What was happening to this pillar of strength? What had happened that day? All he said was, "I didn't mean to do it, Sally. You have to believe me."
She didn't know what he was talking about. And she didn't ask. Apparently it was something she should know, or something he thought she already knew about. What had happened? The question burned in her brain.
In a few minutes he quieted down, ashamed of losing control, and began to fall asleep. But he couldn't quite make it. She held him and petted him and whispered to him that everything was all right, and yet his body would jerk, and he would tremble and his eyes would flash. He seemed to be in shock, to be only half there.
Then she moved down his body, slowly, sensuously. She wanted to take his mind off what had happened completely. She found his hairy groin and kissed it, working her tongue in his pubic hair. His cock started to rise. It was covered with dried cum, and she licked it like a popsicle, cleansing it, taking it in her lips and sucking it down into her throat. Suddenly her body was heated, passionate. She wanted his dick, every bit of it. She wanted him to fill her mouth. She sucked and pulled it into her mouth, using her tongue as best she could, wrapping it around the tip, stroking it, fucking the slit in the tip, biting it. She pressed his balls with her hand and then rubbed them gently. She brought her other fingers around his ass and found his hole. Gently, as she sucked hard, she worked his ass apart till one finger was resting on the hot entrance. The muscle gave way and she slid her finger all the way up his ass.
Pat moaned in drunken pleasure and then whispered, "Suck my ass-hole, tongue me," and she pulled her finger out and turned him around. The sweaty odor of his hairy ass-hole hit her nose, and she only found her excitement increased as she pushed her face between the cheeks and let her tongue lash out against his anal opening.
She licked it and then applied saliva and licked it again. He moaned and moved his legs open on the bed. His cock was rigid, almost bursting. She slid her tongue up his ass-only a little of it entered him, but the feeling was one of pure enjoyment and electric shivering sensations-and he cried out in ecstasy. Then he turned back again, ready to shoot, and she grabbed the tip of his cock with her lips. As soon as the head met her teeth the hot liquid started shooting out, running over her lips and cheeks, till she could get it to the back of her throat.
"I'm shooting, I'm shooting," Pat cried. Sally slid a finger up his ass-hole again, fast, hard. His cock jerked in her throat, pumping its gift into her for a second time. She sucked him out, swallowed it down, and hoped it would soothe him and relax him.
"I'm SHOOTING!" Pat shouted again, this time in great panic and fear. He pulled his cock out of her mouth-he wasn't shooting jism any longer-and sat up. He looked petrified. Sally grabbed him and hugged him and pulled him back to the bed.
In a few minutes he had fallen into a deep sleep. She watched him, the question still burning in her mind, looking at his cock lying almost hard on his thigh, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing. She thought of the pictures, of seeing his cock up that girl's ass. He had never fucked her there-what would it be like?
She was dreaming about it-half asleep, half awake-when he moved against her and started sucking her nipples. He was awake again and she just whispered, "Fuck me in the ass."
He turned her over, as if in a trance, put his head between her ass cheeks, applied all the saliva he could muster up, and then put his cock there. With one powerful push forward he shoved his cock all the way up her burning, ripping ass-hole!
"ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Her head flew up and hit his and banged down again into the pillows. She shouted, but her sounds were muffled by the sheets.
It happened quickly. Her ass was so tight and her cries of pain so great that Pat's excitement rose to a peak in less than a minute. He slammed his cock all the way up her ass till his balls tightened and his whole body was covered with goose pimples. He didn't say a word. It just spilled out of him like wildfire, taking every last bit of strength and energy he had left in his body, taking every last bit of cum that he had left in him.
Sally sobbed in pain and utter pleasure. She loved being hurt and she knew it now. She loved being the martyr, playing the hurt and frustrated wife, she had even been glad she had found the pictures. Sex would never be the same after the hunter, and neither would she. Yes, she admitted it to herself now, she longed for someone like the hunter again. That was why she asked Pat to fuck her in the ass. She wanted to be hurt and used and degraded. Only then could she feel like a real woman, a living and breathing soul, she admitted to herself.
Her ass-hole hurt, but the burning at least subsided when Pat pulled his cock out of her because the semen that came with it acted as a balm, softening her stinging flesh, soothing the raped and near-bleeding area. She was still excited, however, still turned on, still wanting more.
Pat got up and walked quickly to the bathroom.
Sally sat up. Then she called, "Pat, wait!" And she ran to the bathroom.
Pat stood at the toilet, his reddened cock in his hand, just about to take a piss.
Sally looked into his eyes and slowly fell to her knees next to him. She was going to ultimate route now, and she knew it, she knew she had to. She had pissed in his mouth, he had taken it. He had had no choice. But now she had one and she had made it. She had to do the same, to make things even, to let him know she wasn't the same woman and never would be again. "Let me take your pee," she said softly, almost begging him.
He merely turned to her and looked down through his glassy eyes. Sally wasn't Sally any longer. She was someone else. He still held his cock. He let go. The piss started to flow. She opened her mouth, and after the first few drops on the bathroom floor it hit her chin, dripped down her breasts, and then found its way into her mouth.
Sally took it all, closing her eyes, just an inch from the tip of his cock, holding his thighs tight in her hands. She drank his piss, every last drop, and then sucked on his cock till he couldn't even stand up any longer. She released it and held onto his ass, pressing her face to his groin. He rubbed his hand over her head, pulled away, and went back to the bedroom.
She sat there for a moment. It was over. There would be nothing more this evening-this morning. She stood up, wiped the floor dry, and put on her bathrobe which was hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
She looked in the bedroom. Pat was sleeping soundly, face down in the pillows. She knew she couldn't sleep if she tried. She was too keyed up, too full of questions, too worried. She walked downstairs and clicked on a light. The snow was still falling outside, although the ground hadn't yet turned white.
She noticed the evening newspaper, which she hadn't had a chance to read. She had been to her bridge club and then did some ironing when she had returned home. She opened the paper and looked at the headlines:
TWO DEAD IN LATEST BANK ROBBERY Slain Bank President's Family Left Unharmed
Sally held the paper with shaking hands. Her eyes skimmed the columns:
... and when Teryl Andrews, a bank teller, pressed the alarm, one of the holdup men lost control and shot him once directly through the head ... Employees of the bank said the gunmen lost control at that point, shouting obscenities at each other, one of them shouting, "We've got five minutes at least till the cops get here! Let's get the money!" As they scooped up what money they could, Mr. Lune-berg begged that they not harm his family and the same man who had shot Andrews turned and killed Luneberg with two bullets in the chest. When they picked up the two men at the Luneberg home, just blocks away, the family was left untouched and unaware that there had been any violence. Police arrived at the home minutes after the men had departed.
Than Sally looked back at the beginning of the column:
Allen Luneberg, 56, president of the Fairfax Family Bank of North Shores, and Teryl Andrews, 31, a teller, were murdered this morning in the fourth mystery "time-lock" holdup. Police termed the killing "senseless."
Sally Stevens had just read the truth. But she still failed to believe it. Even if Pat was one of them, he wasn't the one who did the shooting. But hadn't he just a few minutes ago been the one to say "I'm shooting!" and didn't he get hysterical? Hadn't he cried and exclaimed, "I didn't do it?"
Sally set the paper down. She needed more than that. A criminal had raped her, threatened her life only weeks ago. She was rid of him. Was she, all this time, living with the same? Or worse?
She found Pat's car keys in his jacket and put on her heavy coat and boots-over her bare feet-and went out into the cold, windy night. The snow blew against her face. She opened the trunk. Nothing was there; it was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Inside the old car she found nothing but a roadmap and a fried chicken carton. But then she looked at the ring of keys again and saw some little ones-the desk, the car keys, the lock on the shed-the lock on the shed.
She got out of the car and went to the shed. She wished she had a flashlight, for she could barely get the key in the lock. She was freezing and shaking. She opened the lock and walked into the little room. Inside her pocket was a pack of matches. She lit one. She looked around. Hunting guns, the only two guns he owned, two he never even used. Tools, old piles of books and boxes of junk. And a suitcase.
She lit another match and went to the suitcase. She opened it. Inside she saw a pistol and a supply of women's nylon stockings and a light-colored sack with the words FAIRFAX BANK printed on it. Inside the bag was more money than she had ever seen.
Suddenly she heard a noise. She turned and her face was blinded with light. Pat stood there, bare-naked in the freezing wind, holding a flashlight steady.
"So now you know. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Sally just stared blankly into his eyes.
* * *
On Tuesday, the day after the shootings, The Man summoned his five boys together. They were scared-especially Tike, who was near tears the entire time-but beneath that they were money-hungry. The Man explained what he wanted.
"We strike one more time. Friday morning, before they can guess us, before they get over what happened yesterday. By now everyone knows we mean business-there won't be violence because no fucking teller is gonna press the button and get his head blown off. You guys remember, too, Pat may have pulled the trigger, but you all had your hands on that gun. You're all in it together. We go once more, then we stop, My orders-and syndicate orders."
They agreed, some reluctantly. But The Man was right. It was still foolproof, no matter how many people they killed. The only lead was "Russ" which meant virtually nothing. Friday morning they would hit the United Savings Bank in North Shores, hitting where no one would expect-exactly four blocks from the bank where the murders had taken place.
* * *
That same afternoon, The Man met the stewardess. She had seen the papers, but he thought either she didn't read or she didn't care, because there was a pattern now, with the money coming the days after each bank robbery. She took it as usual, and a minute later, when The Man had left, called Bill, the state cop. They met for coffee an hour later at the airport.
* * *
On Wednesday, things were quiet. Sally stayed at home, pretending to be sick, not even receiving calls from her mother. Pat talked to her-explaining how he had gotten into it. He told her how he would get out of it after one more job. He didn't want to kill those men, but he panicked. He lost control. He couldn't be blamed for it. And he was scared. He wanted to get it over with and never think about the syndicate again.
Sally accepted it on the surface, though she knew inside she could never reconcile herself to living with a murderer. She felt her world was shattering all around her. Things could have had a chance of working, but now would they ever be the same? He came to her, he needed her, he loved her, and he was fucking her again-though now she gave herself to him only out of fear. What was going to happen? Did she love him enough not to turn him in. She hadn't wanted to be the wife of a bank robber and killer-a syndicate girl. But she knew she would have to stick behind him. He was a frightened, lazy child who had gotten involved with the wrong people. He was sick and needed care and only she could give it.
On Thursday, after The Man had called all the five guys and wished them luck and set the place they were to meet after the job, the stewardess arrived at his house. She pulled off her pants and lifted her skirt over her waist. Then she put one finger up her beautiful and shining pussy and started moaning. The Man watched intently, oblivious to the sounds of men entering the living room downstairs.
Just as The Man asked the girl to pull her cunt lips apart and show him all her hot pussy, Bill entered the room and pointed a gun at him.
Later, on a table in the same room, they found a notepad on which was written: UNITED SAVINGS-NORTH S.-FRIDAY.
* * *
The next morning, as they drove the car into the driveway of the big rambling house, Lenny said, "It's colder than fuck out here."
"This one's supposed to have a daughter, too," Tike said, his hands being warmed in his crotch. "I'm so damned horny!"
"Shut your goddamned mouth, kid!" J.D. said, and meant it. No one could joke around today. They were all too nervous, too frightened, too anxious.
They entered the house. The man they had come for was in the living room. Lenny stayed with him. The wife and a maid were in the kitchen when Russell and Pat pulled their guns and surprised them. "Tike, go get the chick," Pat said.
"Fuck no, don't let him near her," Russell said.
Pat looked at him for a second. "I'll go," he said, and Tike stayed in the kitchen with Russell.
As soon as Pat had gone up the stairs to the bedrooms, a man stepped out from behind the drapes and cupped his hand over Lenny's mouth.
At almost the same moment, Tike and Russell were seized by policemen jumping out from the pantry and broom closet. They were startled into silence.
Outside, a second later, J.D. looked to the side to see a pistol pointing into his eyes. Another cop opened the passenger door and said, "Don't move."
"Fuck." J.D. slouched back.
Suddenly they all heard two shots ring out. Then there was silence.
Pat had opened the door to the girl's room and had found her sitting on the bed in her bra and panties. He told her not to move or make a sound, and then he heard a sound behind him, turned around before Bill either say anything or grab him, and fired his gun. The bullet only brushed Billy's hand. But the bullet which blazed from Bill's gun a split-second later tore through Pat's chest easily and thoroughly.
As he lay bleeding on the floor, Pat looked up at the face he had never seen before and said, "Why did you do it, Sally? Why?"
And then he died.
* * *
Sally learned the news by telephone. She set the receiver down and walked up the steps to the second floor. She sat at the desk in Pat's study. Then she opened the drawers and found the pictures of him-the pornographic pictures. She stared at him, at his face, his hard cock, his balls, his cum. Then she took the few pictures and pressed them to her breast, to her heart-as one might press her wedding picture in such a tragic situation and moment-and whispered, "I loved you," while she wept bitterly.
Outside the snow had stopped falling and for the first time that year the ground was covered with white.
