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The Flute Players ....(62k)    by Jack Pine

INTRODUCTION

Incest fascinates mankind to a greater extent than it repels, if we may judge by the concern shown with it throughout history. It is true, sexual relations between closely-related individuals is roundly condemned, but not necessarily because the individual actually disapproves of the act. In his secret heart of hearts, he may actively desire such relations and express abhorrence for them as a matter of his public image, but the very vehemence of his protestations is an indication of his fascination with incest.

Adam, the protagonist in The Flute Players, displays another side of the incest-fascination syndrome, for, when the story opens, he has in fact gone the route, having fucked his sister Irene many years before and given her a child. She haunts him in his dreams, his conscience working overtime to torment him - for she committed suicide to escape his attentions. But, with the perversity of the typical Jack Pine character, Adam returned to his home town after an absence of many years, for the single purpose of finding his daughter, born of the incestuous union between himself and his sister, and enjoy her body in the way he had her mother's. How well he succeeds is shown by the following, for though he may not have gotten her cherry, he certainly got what he was after:

"Care for some more wine, Irene?"

"No. I'd rather start making it with you."

"Then get undressed, baby. Stand up and do a slow strip for me. I enjoy watching a girl take off her clothes."

"All right, Adam."

She started to get up. I slid my hand under her skirt and touched the crotch of her panties. They were warm and moist and I knew she was turning juicy at the thought of getting an older man's whang stuffed in her pussy.

"Your hand feels good, Adam."

"I got something in my pants that will feel a hell of a lot better, Irene."

She reached for my lap and found my cock. She licked her lips. "That's a big one! I hope it doesn't hurt when you give it to me."

"It won't."

Irene turned my cock loose and stood up. She moved away from the couch, then turned to face me and lifted her hands to her breasts. She was young, but she knew how to tease a man and make his blood turn hot with desire. She held her tits toward me and said, "Do you like my breasts, Adam?"

A sudden dryness filled my mouth. "I like them. Your tits are beautiful."

"Prettier than Ursula's?"

"Yes."

"And Verna Murdock's?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because your tits are young and firm ... and I want to kiss them ... and suck them."

Her hands left her breasts and she loosened her skirt. The zipper whispered a song of lust in the intimate silence and my stiff cock throbbed and tried to break out of my pants. I was hot. I wanted to suck her and fuck her!

The skirt dropped to form a puddle of cloth around her ankles. She hooked it with the toe of her slipper and kicked the skirt away from her. Her panties were white and brief and tight across her hips and her juicy pussy. The lips of her cunt pouted against the crotch and made my mouth water. The strange desire to eat her box was almost an obsession. I kept glaring at her crotch. She had a triangular patch of dark pussy hair that showed through the panties she wore; the patch of pubic pasture looked like good grazing to this hungry satyr.

Her breasts thrust into greater prominence as she reached between her shoulder blades and unsnapped the bra. She tossed the scrap of cloth away with careless abandonment and wriggled her hips at me. A smile played at the corners of her exciting mouth and she said in a velvety whisper, "My nipples are singing, Adam. So is my pussy. A love song, Adam - just for you."

But Adam must pay for his sins, and since his sins are sexual, his punishment must be sexual as well. It is not an ordinary concept that all the sex a man could ask for is punishment, but in Adam's case - well, how he was punished is unique and a powerful commentary on the system of justice that finds a fitting fate for transgressors.

Dale Koby, A.B., M.A.

Atlanta, Georgia

December 1968

Chapter 1

It was the same old nightmare. Irene walked into my dreams and made my conscience scream. I wanted the little cunt to go away, but I knew she wouldn't. She was out after the last drop of my blood, and she was sinking her teeth into my throat like a vampire, all the way from beyond the grave.

I lashed out in my sleep and punched her between the tits, and when she doubled up I kicked her in the cunt. The blood didn't drain from her face ... because she was dead ... but not forgotten. I suppose that was my fault. No man ever really forgets his first cherry.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

Because Irene was my sister.

Because I still loved her.

Go away and leave me alone! my brain screamed. Please go away. Get the fuck out of my mind!

The ghost of my sister laughed and walked to the forward part of my brain. Now I could see her clearly. She was dressed in a flowing gown of white that clung to her sensuous body and revealed every delicious curve she possessed. Legs that tapered upward toward her juicy cunt, the shadow of her dimpled navel, her hips that went berserk each time I buried my cock in her tight little pussy ... and her pouting breasts with their coral nipples, jumping out of the nightmare toward my face, begging to be sucked into madness by my greedy lips.

Go away, Irene ...

The beautiful phantom walked closer. Her lips softened in a smile and parted, the way they had parted so often to receive the length of my throbbing cock. The lips made sucking gestures and the tip of her pink tongue peeped out and licked at the knob of the invisible phallus she was blowing in my nightmare.

Go away, Irene.

I can't, Adam. I love you. I belong to you. My baby belongs to you ...

I sobbed in my sleep.

My cock throbbed and dripped with desire for Irene. I loved her. I wanted to fuck her. She was dead and I knew it, but I still wanted to fuck her!

The ghost of my sister thrust her magnificent tits toward my face.

Kiss them, Adam. Take my tits between your lips and suck them. I love to have my tits kissed and sucked, Adam. I love to have my tits kissed and sucked by you. My tits, darling. Love them. Pretend you're my baby ... the baby you deserted.

The lips of my mind moved against her hot young breasts. I started to suck them. One nipple. Then the other. Irene laughed happily, but a pulse beat later her face clouded with sadness once more, and more of the same sadness tinged her voice.

Why did you kill me, Adam?

I didn't. You killed yourself. You took an overdose of sleeping pills and killed yourself!

Because of the baby you gave me, Adam. I know.

But I forgive you, Adam. I love you. Here, let me play with your beautiful cock. Oooh, it's so hard! But then, it always was, wasn't it? Especially when you took my cherry and planted your baby inside of me.

I -

You fucked me good that day, Adam. Remember?

I started to answer but her hand on my cock made me forget everything except the pleasure her warm fingers were giving me as they massaged my penis. A few seconds later my loins exploded and the jism shot out of my cock and filled my world of hell with peace.

The nightmare ended.

I sat up in the bed, drenched with sweat. There was a stickiness on and between my legs. Even my balls were damp with my own jism. I glanced down at my softening dick and knew that I had just finished having a wet dream, that I had just been masturbated by my dead sister.

I was fully awake now. Now I could think again. I sat on the edge of the rumpled bed and thought about the first time I had seduced Irene, and I felt a smile touch the corners of my mouth. Irene had played hooky from school that day, and I had taken her to a matinee. My thoughts drifted back into the past and relived the scene ...

I was waiting for Irene in front of the theater when I saw her get off the bus and walk toward me. I took one look at her and felt my prick get stiff inside my pants. My cock liked what it saw.

The sunlight touched her midnight hair and reminded me of a raven in flight. Irene was thirteen, small and doll-faced, dressed in a short skirt that fit her like a second skin, and a boyish button-down-the-front white blouse through which I could see the outline of the bra that contained her budding breasts.

My cock dripped at the thought of prying the cherry she still had out of her tender young cunt.

Soon, I promised myself as I watched her come toward me. Soon ...

"Any trouble cutting school?" I asked as my hungry eyes feasted on her hard breasts.

Irene shook her head. "What about your wife, Adam?"

"Don't worry about my wife. She'll be gone by the time we get home. I sent her on a vacation to her mother's for a week."

"I'm glad, Adam. I never did like her."

"I know."

I bought a pair of tickets and we entered the semi-dark theater. I had to hold my dick down by cramming a hand in my pocket so the swishy-looking usher wouldn't notice my rail on. He started to lead us down the aisle with his flashlight, but I shook him off and told the motherfucker that we could find our own seats.

We found a pair of seats down near the front and settled down to watch the screen, but my heart wasn't in it. My cock ached to find its way between the virginal lips of Irene's young pussy, but I didn't push it. I led up to it slowly. I knew that Irene was a cherry and I didn't want to frighten her. I soon learned that I needn't have worried about the kid.

"Want anything to nibble on, sis?" I asked in a low whisper.

"No," Irene whispered back.

I eased my arm around her shoulder and waited for her reaction. There was none. She simply smiled at me through the semi-darkness and said in a low voice, "I like that, Adam."

"Do you?"

"Uh huh. It makes me feel like your girl friend."

"You are my girl friend, Irene," I told her. "You always were." My free hand dropped and came to a rest against her dimpled knee. "Mind?"

"No."

I grinned. This would be easier than I thought. My hand became bolder and crept beneath the hem of Irene's skirt. She made no move to stop me. My hand traveled along the inner part of her thighs, and Irene started to breathe hard. I grinned. I had her. She was all mine.

My hand shook, my cock throbbed with desire.

Her thighs were warm, smooth, and now they drifted apart a little to make more room for my prowling hand ... until my hand reached its goal.

Irene gasped and squirmed.

I moved my hand away from the crotch of her panties, but a moment later Irene reached down and returned my hand to the material that covered the place where her maidenhead sat waiting for my cock to arrive and take it away.

"Don't stop, Adam," Irene whispered raggedly. "I like what you're doing to me between my legs. Your hand feels nice."

My fingers slipped behind the webbing of her panties and tickled the tight lips of her untapped cunt. I had Irene squirming in her seat when a drunk came in and sat down beside me. I removed my hand from Irene's twitching twat and waited for the drunk to fall asleep, but the sorry bastard had a jug with him and I knew he would stay awake until he killed the motherfucker.

"Don't stop," Irene begged as she reached for my hand again. "Touch me some more, Adam."

"Not here, sis. Somebody might see what we're doing. Let's move down a few rows and then I'll feel your pussy some more. OK?"

"OK."

We groped our way forward and found seclusion from all prying eyes. Irene wriggled her shapely ass into her new seat and I chuckled at the deliberate way she let her skirt climb high on her thighs. She might have been inexperienced, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was more than eager to have me finger fuck her some more, that she was willing to let me teach her all I knew about sex and its many delicious pleasures.

My hand found its way between her legs again. I caressed the crotch of her panties and found moisture and warmth there; she was getting hotter by the minute.

"You really do like to have your pussy played with, don't you?"

"Yes. It makes me feel mushy all over."

I nudged the crotch of her panties aside and tweaked her clitoris.

"Did anyone else ever put their hand between your legs and play with your juicy pussy, sis?"

"Only Mr. Webster."

"Who is Mr. Webster?"

"My teacher."

"He played with your snatch?"

Irene nodded, giggled. "Mr. Webster likes me. He sweats like mad whenever he gets his hand on my pussy. He said it makes his tongue hard."

"What else did he do to you, sis?"

There was nothing bashful about Irene.

"Mostly he just put his hand down there and tickled me with his finger."

"Just his finger?"

"Yes."

"What else did he do?"

"Touched my boobs."

"Through your blouse?"

"No. He likes to take my bra off and fool around with them. He sucks titties like a little baby."

"And he's never touched you in any other way?"

"No. Only with his hand and his lips. He wanted to do something else, though."

"What?"

"He tried to stick his thing in my fanny."

"He wanted to shove his cock up your ass?"

"Yes."

"Did you want him to cornhole you, Irene?"

"Yes, but we didn't get the chance to do anything. He was rubbing my asshole with spit when another teacher almost caught us. After that, we were too scared to try it again, so all we could do was feel each other. He would play with me, and I would play with him."

"How?"

"Like this," Irene said as she groped, found and gave my cock a hard squeeze, "only when I did that he usually had it out of his pants and it was all sticky with the juice that was running out of the end of it."

I swallowed hard. "Unzip my fly, sis. Take my cock in your hand and show me how you did Mr. Webster."

Irene opened my pants and took my stiff whang in her hand. Her eager fingers tightened around my shaft and gave my penis a few jerks. I shivered with delight and lifted my hand to the front of her blouse. I caressed her budding breasts in a kneading fashion for a few minutes, and when Irene's breathing turned ragged I then proceeded to loosen the buttons on her blouse ...

Irene kept jerking my cock.

I kept shivering.

"I'm glad there aren't oodles of people in here," Irene whispered.

"So am I."

"Do you like what I'm doing to your thing, Adam?"

"Your hand feels good, sis. Your mouth would feel much better."

"You want me to take your thing in my mouth?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't that be wicked, Adam?"

"Not if you enjoyed doing it, sis. Sucking a cock isn't the worst thing in the world. You might even get to like the taste of jism."

"Do you want me to suck you off now, Adam?"

"Not yet."

"I will."

"Later, sis."

"Yes, Adam."

Her hand kept massaging my cock while her fingers tickled my balls. I damn near blew my nuts over the pleasure her jerking hand was giving me, but I fought the impulse to come; I wanted to save my semen for her lips, her ass ... and her virginal cunt.

I looked at her gaping blouse and admired her bra. Her breasts were still in the stages of development, no larger than a pair of ripe oranges, but to me they were the most beautiful tits in the world.

I leaned toward those tits and kissed her bra. Irene shivered and tightened her fingers around my cock.

"I'm glad you aren't afraid of what we're doing," I said.

"Why should I be afraid?"

"No reason at all, sis."

Irene laughed, said, "You certainly have a big thing, Adam."

"Would you be afraid to suck it?"

"No."

"Or take it up your ass?"

"Will it hurt when you stick it in my fanny?"

"No."

"Then I won't be afraid."

"And your pussy - will you be brave when I stick my cock in there and take your cherry?"

"I'd like that, Adam. Really and truly I would."

Sweat popped out on my forehead. I smelled the sweetness of her femininity and my blood bubbled along my veins. I tugged her bra downward and watched her pointed tits dance into nakedness. I looked around to make sure that nobody was looking, then lowered my hungry lips to the peaks of her hard breasts. First one. Then the other. Irene moaned softly and her riderless hips squirmed on the seat as passion gripped her pussy in its maddening embrace.

Irene tightened her grip on my cock and panted, "Do something, Adam! Please help me! I itch all over!"

I slipped my hands between her trembling thighs and tried to jam my finger in her cunt. It wouldn't go. The cherry blocked the way. I couldn't finger fuck her, so I did the next best thing - I dropped my face down to her lap and trapped her hot little pink clitoris between my lips, and I started to rake it with my teeth to give her a come.

Irene's hips went nuts and she made small animal noises deep in her throat, but the joy of sucking her clit made me oblivious to everything; I didn't give a shit about anything except the pleasure my lips and teeth were giving as I nibbled her toward an orgasm.

"Oh, Adam, something wonderful is happening to me! I'm melting inside my pussy. It feels like a flock of wild geese are flapping their wings inside my snatch. Don't stop, Adam! Keep chewing on my thing. Ahhh, your teeth are driving me crazy!"

I felt her stiffen and I released her clitoris and mashed my mouth against the lips of her cunt, and a heartbeat later the jism gushed from her virginal snatch and moistened my waiting tongue. I lapped her pussy and ate her come, and it was with great reluctance that I finally lifted my face from between her warm thighs and savored the last bit of love dew that lingered on the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, Adam, that was beautiful what you did to me with your mouth!"

"I rather enjoyed it myself, sis."

"Will you do that to me again?"

"Yes. We'll do a lot of different things together, sis. Nothing, nobody will ever keep us apart after this. I am yours, you are mine ... forever."

"Forever is a long time, Adam."

"But not long enough. Not where you're concerned, Irene."

Irene nuzzled her naked breasts against my arm. "I like to hear you say things like that, Adam. You're the nicest brother I ever had."

"What about Owen? He's our brother, too."

"He doesn't even know I exist. He's too busy chasing Ursula Toner around to notice anything. You're different. You're married but you still found time to notice me."

I reached up and fondled her tits. I grinned at her. "Only a blind man would miss seeing you, sis, and I'm far from being blind. I noticed you for a long time, especially after your tits started to bud. I wanted to touch them like this for the past year, but I never thought I'd get the chance. And at night when I climbed into bed with Kathy and started sucking her tits, I would close my eyes and pretend her tits were yours."

"I'm glad. Adam?"

"What?"

"Take me to your place. Now."

"We can't. Not yet. My cock is hard as a rock. If you don't soften it, somebody might notice when we walk out of here."

"I know."

"And that would be bad."

"I know. Tell me what to do about helping your cock to get soft, Adam."

"Take it in your mouth and suck me off, sis."

"It's so big and my mouth is so small - do you think I can do it?"

"Try, sis. Stretch your jaws and take the head of it inside your mouth. After that you'll be able to take the shaft. Once you get it in your mouth, run your tongue around the head of it, then bob your head over it. Keep your lips tight and suck it while you massage it. Nothing to it. Go ahead, sis. Take my cock between your lips and give me a blow job."

Irene didn't hesitate. She took my cock in her hand and lowered her head toward it. I looked down at her and saw her mouth yawn, and a moment later she guided the head of my cock between her lips and shocked the head of it with the underside of her eager tongue. It was the first penis she had ever fellated, but instinct took over and soon she was treating me to an expert blow job that made my asshole pucker and my balls ache with the warning of an approaching release.

"Good girl," I said approvingly. "Keep sucking. I'm just about ready to blow my nuts and fill your lovely mouth with a load of my semen. Good girl, good girl ... "

My cock was wet with her saliva and my own jism. She made loud smacking and gulping sounds as it slid back and forth between her lips. I felt the pressure of her hard breasts against my thigh. I caught her head in my hands and locked my cock deep inside her mouth; the head of it slipped into her throat, and she didn't even struggle as my massive organ throbbed against her tonsils. I looked at my scrotum resting against her jaw and the sight of my cock buried between those lips of hers caused me to orgasm. Irene whimpered like a little puppy as my cock juice splashed into her mouth, into her throat, and once again she made loud gulping sounds as she swallowed every drop of my semen ...

I watched my penis slip out from between her lips. I moved my balls against her mouth. She kissed my nuts. Then her pink tongue came out and licked the sweat and the stray droplets of jism from them until my sac was bone dry.

"Semen tastes delicious," Irene said as she sat up again, and I knew that from this moment on she would be fruit for the root.

"I'm glad."

"Are you pleased with me, Adam?"

"Bet your cute ass I am, sis. For a beginner, you gave me the best blow job I've had in a long time."

"Better than Verna Murdock?"

I glanced at Irene with surprise. "How did you know about Verna Murdock?"

"I saw you doing it with her." Irene gig-led in the gloom. "I laughed at the way she threw up when you squirted the milk from your thing into her mouth."

"She wasn't used to sucking a cock, that's why."

"But she liked it very much when you stuck it between her legs. I never saw so much hair between a woman's legs in my life."

"That's why I made her suck me off, Irene. She wanted me to screw her, and I didn't like her very much, so I forced her to eat my prick before I shoved it up her cunt."

"She didn't like you very much after that, did she?"

I grinned. "No. She loved my whang, and she wanted it again, but she didn't like the blow job she had to give before I'd feed my meat to her pussy. Fuck her. Who needs a bitch like Verna Murdock? I've got you, sis, and that's the important thing."

"Thank you, Adam."

"Sure. Now button your blouse and let's get the hell out of here. We'll go to my place and really sex it up. Kathy should be well on her way toward her stinking mother's by now."

Irene nodded and buttoned her blouse. I stared longingly at her tits and crammed my dick back inside my pants. We hurried out of the theater. I couldn't wait to get her in the feathers ...

The apartment was quiet. Kathy was gone. Only the scent of her jasmine perfume lingered to remind me that I had a wife somewhere aboard a bus, and a tender young cunt on hand to more than take her place.

My own kid sister.

And her cherry.

A thirteen year old virgin, one that was willing. One that was suckable ... and would soon be fuckable. I was happier than a dog with weak kidneys on a street lined with fire hydrants.

I didn't waste any time once we entered the apartment. I carried Irene into the bedroom and lowered her shapely ass to the edge of the bed, and then I proceeded to undress her. The blouse first. Then her skirt. When she was down to her bra and panties, I stepped back and made myself naked, and Irene's eyes widened with surprise as she had her first good look at my turgid flesh.

"My goodness! I didn't know you were so huge! No wonder I had to stretch my jaws so much to get your thing in my mouth."

"You made it, baby."

Irene took my cock in her hand. She smiled at it and shook her head. "I don't know about getting it between my legs, Adam. I'm so little there you couldn't even stick your finger in it."

"I'll work it in real gentle, sis."

"I hope it doesn't hurt too much, Adam."

"It won't. I'll take my time. I'll just stick the head of it between the lips of your hairy little pussy and work it in an inch at a time."

Irene looked down at herself. "I'm not as hairy as Verna Murdock."

I was satisfied. Irene had a small patch of black curly hair over her cunt that reminded me of a hippie's beard I had once felt against my balls while he sucked the juice from my root. I stared at her beautiful pussy and had the damnedest urge to get down on my knees and scarf that juicy box again, but I didn't. I wanted to fuck her now, not later. Later I would get down on my knees and eat her snatch, but at the moment I was more interested in prying that cherry out of her.

"Don't be afraid of my cock, sis," I said. "I won't hurt you."

"I trust you, Adam."

"Prove it."

"How, Adam?"

"Kiss the head of my cock."

She did. She kissed it good. Then her tongue came out from between her lips like a bashful snake and licked at the moisture dripping from my dick. She was about to take my penis in her mouth again when I gently lifted her head away from it.

"No," I said. "Not like that, sis. Not now. This time I want to fuck you."

"All right, Adam."

I unfastened her bra and removed her panties, and then I climbed into bed with her. My body was hungry and Irene was my banquet, and I proceeded to sample the first course. I spread my legs and knelt between them. The head of my penis nuzzled the curly black hair that covered her cunt and the blood pounded against my temples like hammers in the hands of a pair of crazy carpenters.

Irene reached between us and guided the head of my dick against her clitoris. She squealed with delight and her coral nipples stiffened as the electricity of desire shocked her young body and filled her loins with eagerness for the wild fuck I was about to give her.

"I love you, Adam," she moaned. "I love you."

"And I love you, sis."

She moved my penis from her clit and touched it to the swollen lips of her tight wet pussy. She shook her hips and panted, "Fuck me, Adam. Shove that big thing of yours inside my pussy and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, like you fucked Verna Murdock!"

The head of my cock tapped at the wet lips of her cunt and begged for entry to the cherry orchard. Irene helped me. She lifted her ass and locked her legs around my hips. The head of my cock forced its way between her drooling lips. My body pressed her deeper into the mattress and a low moan escaped from between the shackles of her ripe red lips as a few inches of my dick forced its way into her cunt and busted her cherry, but a few seconds later the moan turned into a sigh of pleasure as I rammed it all the way home and brought my balls to rest against her Venus mound.

"Adam, Adam, Adam, I love you! I love your stiff cock in my pussy. Bury it deeper, Adam. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

I poured the prick to my thirteen year old sister. Sweat ran down into my eyes, but I didn't bother to wipe it away. Her tits were hard against my chest and her coral nipples dug into my flesh like little wooden knots. My passion was a madman's dream come true; this was the sweetest piece of pussy I'd ever had.

I humped up like a dog with a broom handle shoved up his ass and zeroed in on her tits with my mouth. I trapped a stiff nipple with my lips and started sucking it. Getting her tits sucked while I fed the meat to her increased the speed of Irene's grinding hips. We were sweating, both of us, and each time our naked bellies met and parted the noise sounded like the sound of a suction cup trying to unplug a clogged shit bowl in a tenement building.

"Something beautiful is happening to me, Adam," Irene screamed as my thrusting dick carried her skyward toward her first release. "Now!"

I buried my dick in her snatch and matched her orgasm with one of my own. Our jism met in a head on collision and integrated so well that the integration would eventually cause Irene to take her life ... and leave the result of this first fuck to haunt me in the form of a baby girl.

But for the moment it didn't matter. I didn't think about knocking her up. All I knew was that I had taken her maidenhead and filled her pussy with a hot load of my semen, and blowing my nuts into Irene made me the happiest man on the face of this earth.

"I liked that," Irene said dreamily as my softening penis slipped out of her cunt. "I can feel your juice running out of me, into the crack of my fanny."

I laughed.

Irene took my limp dick in her hand and tried to make it hard again. She smiled and said, "It only hurt a little when you first stuck your thing in me, Adam. After that I really went to heaven. I never knew anything could feel so wonderful. No wonder Verna Murdock sucked you off so you would fuck her."

Her hand and her conversation about Verna Murdock caused me to get another hard on. Irene giggled with delight and asked, "Shall I take it in my mouth and suck it for you, Adam?"

I shook my head. "I want to take you the third way this time. The way Mr. Webster almost took you the day you two damn near got caught in the act."

"I'd like that," Irene said. "I'll bet it will feel as delicious when you fuck me in my fanny as it did when you put your thing in my pussy."

"Maybe better," I said as I reached toward the night stand for the jar of cold cream I sometimes used on Kathy whenever she relented and let me rearrange her piles with my prick. "I know a girl who won't take it any other way, except up the ass."

"I won't make a habit of it, Adam. I'll want your thing in every way - in my mouth, my pussy and in my fanny. That's a promise."

"You're a good girl, Irene."

Irene beamed. "Tell me what to do, Adam. I want to learn how to please you."

"It's simple. Move toward the head of the bed, then get on your hands and knees ... like a puppy."

"Can't you do it to me when I'm on my back?"

"Sure, but it's better this way, sis."

"All right."

Irene made it to her hands and knees. I held my dick in my hand and moved in behind her. I looked at her dimpled ass. Her dark brown sphincter pouted at me. I grinned and nuzzled her asshole with the head of my cock. Irene trembled and said, "That tickles!"

Once my cock was in position I grabbed her by the hips and forced the knob of it beyond her sphincter. She yelped at the first twinge of pain, but I didn't stop; I tightened my grip on her slender hips and rammed my prick in her ass up to the hilt ... and held it there.

"You're hurting me," Irene screamed, "you're hurting me!"

I started working my penis in and out of her sweet little asshole, and a few strokes later the pain passed and Irene changed her tune from agony to a song of joy.

"Oh, God, that feels good!" Irene moaned as her hips worked and tried to grind the jism from the sausage I had shoved up her pooper. "Every time you ram it in I feel as if I'm going to shit myself!"

I kept screwing her in the ass. I reached under her and grabbed a tit in each hand. I trapped her nipples between my fingers and milked them. This added to her pleasure. She wriggled her ass and begged for more dick than I had to offer. I straightened up and watched my penis glide in and out of her ass.

I wanted to prolong my orgasm but I couldn't, for all of a sudden Irene tightened her anus and the pressure sent shock thrills racing through every fiber in my body and caused me to pop my nuts.

Later, we both sat on the edge of the bed.

Time passed by at lightning speed after that day. Irene and I couldn't get enough of each other. Each stolen moment was a treasure of its own. We went down on each other, I soaked my whang in her cunt, and afterwards I would stuff my dick up her tight little ass and cornhole her. We were careful not to get caught, but in a different way we already were.

Our love nest was a shabby apartment I rented in a mixed neighborhood, on a starving street where everybody was too worried about the arrival of their relief checks to concern themselves with the problems of a thirteen year old chick and the twenty-five year old rooster who was putting the pecker to her. We were happy in this condemned Eden for nearly three months ... and then the roof caved in when Irene finished sucking my cock and said, "Adam, I'm going to have a baby."

I stared at her. "What did you say?"

"I'm going to have a baby."

"Are you sure, sis?"

"Yes."

"How - ?"

"My monthly, Adam. I haven't bled in over two months. Not once. I'm pregnant, all right. Oh, Adam, what are we going to do? The folks will want to know the name of the father, you know that."

I helped her up from the kneeling position she had assumed prior to taking my cock in her mouth. She sat down beside me on the sofa. I felt sick, trapped. I knew she wasn't lying about being knocked up. I also knew when I had planted that kid in her belly - the first time I had popped my wad into her cunt. I cursed myself for not using a rubber on her, but now it was too late.

"What are we going to do, Adam?"

The thought of an abortion crossed my mind and I mentioned it to Irene. She wasn't buying the deal. I didn't blame her. Letting some creep stick things up her snatch in a flea bag hotel room, or in some dirty garage wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do.

"We could always run away," Irene suggested.

I shook my head. "It wouldn't work. You know how father is. Once he smelled a rat he'd chase us to the darkest corner of hell to get his revenge. No, the only way out of this is for you to tell the folks you had a moment of weakness and let a stranger take your panties off and put the prod to you."

Irene nodded. "I hope they let me keep our baby, Adam. I want to keep it. It will be a beautiful baby, I know it will."

And it was. A little girl. Small. Pretty. A bundle of incest ...

Nothing was the same after the baby arrived. Irene ignored me and concentrated on the brat. She wouldn't even look at my cock, let alone touch it. I felt the pinch. I could have gone out and got all the pussy I needed, but I wanted Irene. The mere thought of her made me hot enough to rape a live light socket. I was going nuts from wanting her. She kept avoiding me. I held my breath until one afternoon, when the folks were out shopping, and then I bearded Irene in her bedroom.

"Irene. We've got to talk."

She nodded toward the antique cradle Pop had bought for the little bastard. "Shhh, you'll wake the baby."

I glanced toward the cradle. For the life of me, I couldn't remember the little bundle of fuck's name. Right now I didn't give a damn.

"You like that squalling rug rat, don't you, sis?"

"You know I do."

"And you want to keep her?"

"Yes."

"Then you'd better wise the fuck up and stop avoiding the dick I want to feed you, sis, or you won't have the little bastard at all."

Irene sat up in the bed. The sheet dropped to her lap. She was naked from the waist up and her coral-tipped boobs, now swollen with baby milk, looked so suckable I immediately got a bone on.

"What are you talking about, Adam?"

"Take a guess. Keep fucking me around and I'll cop out and tell the folks you spread your legs and took my cock up your snatch to get that baby."

"You're bluffing. Pop would kill both of us if you told him that."

"He wouldn't kill me, because I'd be long gone after I phoned him the truth. And he wouldn't kill your ass unless he could get mine at the same time." I shook my head. "All he'd do is turn you over to the juvenile authorities and then have them put your brat in wherever it is they put the brats of unwed and unfit mothers."

"You wouldn't dare do that to our child, Adam."

"Not our child, sis. I don't want any part of that little bastard. I never did. But I was willing to go along with you, until now. You shut me off completely, and I don't like that. Now I'm laying it on the line, sis - start taking better care of my cock or I'll blow the whistle on you to the old man. Do you read me?"

Irene nodded, bit her lower lip. There was an odd finality in her voice as she said, "I understand, Adam. I don't want to fuck and suck with you anymore, so please don't force me."

I unzipped my fly and took my cock out of my pants. There was no humor left in me. Nor patience. I had just run out of both.

"But I am going to force you, sis. Not tomorrow, right now." I stepped closer to the bed and jerked the sheet from the lower half of her body. She was naked all over. "I've got a hard on, sis - I've had it ever since you put a lock on your lips, asshole and cunt. Now I'm through waiting. Get with it. Take my cock in your hand and do something with it."

She stared at my stiff cock for the space of a few pulse beats. She licked her lips and I knew she was remembering the taste of my semen. I shoved my penis into her hand and reached out to fondle her swollen tits. I felt a slight return of pressure from her hand on my cock, and now her mouth hung loose and open, red and inviting. She made a moaning sound in her throat, then whispered harshly, "Damn you, damn you, damn you - I made myself a promise to never suck another cock as long as I lived."

"Then stick it in your cunt."

"No. I don't want another baby." She licked her lips again. "Not from you, Adam."

"Then roll over on your belly and I'll shove my baloney up your sweet little ass."

Irene shook her head and I noticed a tear lurking in the corner of one eye as she said, "I don't like to get fucked in my ass, Adam. You ruined me when you made me go down on you the first time. Jism is like booze to an alcoholic where I'm concerned - all I dream about anymore is filling my mouth with the biggest cock I can find and sucking the juice out of it."

"Mine is here anytime you want it, Irene."

"No. I hate you, Adam. I guess I've always hated you, only I mistook it for something else and ended up being your slave. Why can't you leave me alone? Go away. Leave me alone with the baby and go away somewhere."

I placed the palms of my hands against the sides of her beautiful face and drew her open mouth toward my waiting penis. She didn't try to avoid it. Her mouth yawned open a bit more and I watched a few inches of my pulsating penis vanish between her blood red lips.

"Go to it, sis. Tighten those hot lips around my whang and show me how much you like to suck the jism out of my tool. Show me, sis. That's it. Go down hard on me and really live it up."

Her neck arched to permit my penis to slip deep down into her throat. She made like a sword swallower, only my sword was made of flesh and came in the shape of a phallus, but this suited her just fine.

She gnawed on my root as if she had been on a diet for a very long time. Her eyes were closed. Her lips slid over my cock. She was like a flute player from hell who was trying to lure the cobra of orgasm from the basket of lust, to get the cobra angry enough so that it would spit the venom from his single invisible fang into her waiting throat and poison her with it. It was madness. Delicious madness. She sucked and sucked and the jism bubbled inside my dick and nearly drove me off my stick.

"Harder," I yelled. "Suck me harder, harder, harder, you beautiful cocksucker!"

And she did.

She sucked my cock ... until I shuddered and filled her mouth with the reward of my hot semen ... and she swallowed every drop before she ... reluctantly ... permitted my penis to slip out from between her pliant lips.

She dropped the back of her head to the pillow and looked up at me with hate-filled eyes. Her nipples were stiff and her breasts heaved with the excitement she had received from fellating me.

"You've had your fun, Adam," she said and her voice lashed at me with all the fury of a whip. "Now get out of here ... and don't come back. Ever!"

"I'll be back, sis. I'll always be back. You'll never get away from me, not unless you give up the baby."

"No. I never want to feel your juicy cock inside my mouth again. I never want to see you again. Do you hear me - I hate your fucking guts!"

I laughed at her and walked out of the bedroom ... and I never saw Irene alive again.

Not alive.

Only in my sleep.

In my nightmares.

Every night.

For nearly fifteen years ...

I lit a cigarette and thought about the past some more. There was something masochistic about the way I kept taking a mental trip to a yesterday that was nearly fifteen years dead. I remembered the ivory-colored coffin, the flames of the candles burning and flickering against Irene's face as she lay inside the coffin, dressed in virgin white and looking innocent in death, while all the time we both knew better. I remembered her lips and the way they had squeezed the jism from my cock so many times, and in my anger at the way she had cheated me out of more pleasure I wanted to point an accusing finger at her dead lips and yell at the mourners that my sister Irene was a cocksucker, a skin flute virtuoso who had played lust's old sweet song on mine until I exploded and drowned her with my semen. But I didn't say a fucking word.

I stood beside the coffin and hated her for taking an overdose of sleeping pills and asking for asylum under a tombstone in order to escape me. I hated her and I loved her, but in the same breath I knew that I would never forget her.

Irene ...

There was a deep emptiness within me that would never again be filled, for there was only one Irene, and now she was gone. Dead. The flute was silent. The flute player was dead.

Irene ...

I remembered the funeral. It was a wet and gloomy day. Funerals always seem to be wet and gloomy. I remember standing with the rest of my family beside the grave, listening to a man of the cloth mouth meaningless words about ashes to ashes and a mythological hereafter in an equally mythological heaven where the streets were paved with gold and contentment was the shibboleth. My ears listened to the man of the cloth and my mind screamed its opinion in one word: horseshit!

I stepped closer and looked down into the slimy scar in the earth that would soon hide my sister and the coffin she occupied, and then I fought the impulse to punch the solemn-faced man in the mouth and stop his eulogy ... and then jerk off in his pocket.

I suppose it was a crazy desire, to want to masturbate in his pocket, but I ached so damn bad in the heart that the ache turned to anger and I wanted to reach out and hurt back. I wanted to lash out at Irene, but this was wishful thinking on my part - Irene was dead and beyond the reach of pain.

I was glad when they lowered her coffin into the muddy grave. I led the way out of the cemetery, and all the way home I wondered who would be the next person to play my flute.

"Adam."

It was Verna Murdock. Her shoes squished in the mud as she walked up to me, and the squishing sounds reminded me of the way my sweaty belly had touched Irene's sweaty belly and made those same sucking sounds when we were fucking up a storm in the shabby apartment during our stolen moments of happiness.

"What do you want, Verna?"

"Ride home with me, Adam. I want to talk to you. Please?"

I shrugged and followed her to her car. She drove me to her place. She asked me inside. I knew her husband was out of town again. I nodded and tailed her into the house. I hated her, but then I remembered that she could be forced to play my flute ...

Verna shrugged out of her dripping raincoat and said, "You need a drink, Adam. We both need one."

I looked at Verna and thought about my wife. Kathy would wonder what happened to me. I reached for a cigarette. Fuck Kathy. Fuck every woman in the world. Including Verna Murdock. Especially Verna Murdock.

"Vodka and orange juice OK, Adam?"

"Yes."

I studied her over the flame of my lighter as if seeing her for the first time. She was a dishwater blonde with a face that looked like forty miles of bad road, but I didn't give a shit - I never did like to fuck a woman's looks. The rest of her wasn't bad. She had a small mouth my cock had sampled, a snapping pussy and tits the size of regulation footballs, with long nipples the color of mahogany that tasted like new rubber between a man's lips. I looked at her and got a bone on.

"Forget the booze," I said. "Forget the whole stinking world and take your clothes off."

Verna smiled gently, with understanding. She glanced down at the bulge in my pants and the brightness of lust blazed in her eyes, then grew dreamy. She knew my cock ... and she was hungry to have me stick it in her drooling snatch and fuck her.

She was wearing a black dress that crinkled when she moved. The dress had a scoop neck and buttoned down the front. She loosened the zipper on her hip, her eyes never leaving the bulge in my pants, and her fingers lifted and moved over the buttons like lazy worms in no particular hurry to reach their destination.

She stood near the window. The sunlight splashed over her and made the upper hemispheres of her massive breasts look like twin mounds of marble. I watched her breasts and felt my dick get harder. Irene was forgotten for the moment. Lust stood beside me and licked the spittle of anticipation from its labrus lips. Verna loosened the buttons and the top of her dress gaped and her loaded half bra came into view. The bra was black nylon and it shimmered in the sunlight like the wings of death. A droplet of sweat glistened in the deep valley between her breasts. I walked up to her and dropped my face against her tits. I speared the droplet of sweat with the tip of my tongue and carried it into my mouth. I swallowed the salty drop and stepped back to watch her become completely naked.

"Don't hurry," I said quietly. "Do it slowly."

"Do what slowly?"

"Undress."

"Yes, Adam."

She pushed the dress down past her hips and stepped out of it. Her panties matched the color of her half bra. She wore high heels but no nylons. The contrast of black bra and black panties against smooth white flesh caused my blood to speed up. At the moment she looked like the mother of every whore in the world.

And I hated her.

"Take your bra off, Verna."

She reached between her shoulder blades and unhooked the bra. She held it in place over her gigantic breasts. The straps dangled toward the floor. She continued to hold the bra over her knockers for a few more seconds, and then she released it; the bra fluttered to the floor like a black bird with a broken wing ...

She stood before me in her heels and panties, and waited for me to speak. I held my tongue and removed my own clothes, and when I was stark naked I looked at her crotch and said, "Take your panties off and show me your hairy cunt, Verna."

"Yes, Adam. Oh, yes!"

She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her black nylon panties and eased them down past her wide hips, down over her thighs and all the way off, and now, except for her spikes, she was naked too.

I followed her wriggling ass into the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed. She still had the panties in her hand. Now she wadded them into a tiny ball and slipped them under the pillow. She started to stretch out on the bed and spread her legs to welcome my cock.

"No," I said as I snatched a tube of lipstick from the nearby cosmetic table and tossed it at her. "Paint your mouth and then kneel on the floor and suck me off, Verna."

Verna shook her head. "No. You know I don't like to eat cock."

"You'll eat mine, bitch."

"No."

She sounded like Irene. I lost my temper. I slapped her. My open hand cracked against her cheek like the sound of a small caliber pistol and snapped her head back. I saw the tears of pain jump into her eyes, but I didn't give a damn; I slapped her again and again, striking back at Irene through her, at the whole stinking world of women until Verna was kneeling before me and begging for mercy.

"No more, Adam, no more!"

"Then suck my cock."

"Yes, Adam, yes."

"Now!"

Tears coursed down the planes of her homely face and her lower lip trembled as she took my penis in her right hand and took the knob into her mouth.

"Play my flute of flesh, you filthy bitch," I rasped. "Suck, suck, suck, because from now on no woman will ever feel my dick in her cunt, only in her mouth or up her ass. The flute - play my flute!"

Verna played. She sucked my cock until I came. I filled her mouth with semen and forced her to swallow every drop. She ate my jism, then turned away and started to vomit. I laughed at her and walked out of the house.

The next day I left my folks, my wife, everything. I walked off into the world without a backward glance, but news has a way of catching up with a man, especially bad news. Word reached me about three years later that the folks were dead. Another year passed and then Kathy divorced me. Nobody mentioned the baby I had sired out of my dead sister's pussy. I was glad. I didn't want to know about the little girl bastard. Without her all ties were broken with my past ... except for Irene ... who lived in the graveyard of my mind and came out to haunt me every time I closed my eyes and slept.

Haunted me.

Every night.

For nearly fifteen years.

The only part of my past I couldn't shake. I tried. God, how I tried. I drifted, and I kept drifting, but I couldn't lose her. I now knew that I never would ... until I went back to the scene of our crime and buried her for good.

An hour later I was on my way home.

And the devil rode with me.

Chapter 2

Jericho City sweated in the heat wave it was having like a junkie in need of juice for his needle. The place hadn't changed a hell of a lot in all the years I'd been drifting through the world. It was still as cold and impersonal as ever. The buildings were ugly, the hippies who lived on Plum Street still refused to recognize God, soap and water, razor blades and the Board of Health, and the lunch bucket brigade who broke their balls in various sweat shops still walked frightened through the dark tunnel of existence, got drunk on payday, paid monetary homage to Kresge, A & P, the local finance company and the neighborhood church, and stashed a buck away once in awhile to pay for a good Christian burial. Life went on in Jericho City, and I went right along with it, but in my own particular way.

I was down to my last five hundred bucks, but the thought of finding a job never occurred to me. Like the wag once said, work is for mules and even they turn their asses toward it. I figured I was smarter than a mule.

I stashed my luggage in three bus station lockers and took a cab to my old neighborhood. I didn't know if my brother Owen still lived here, but I didn't really give a shit. I remembered a bar called the Doll House and I told the driver to dump me there. He did. I paid him and went in.

The first familiar face I saw nearly turned me against booze forever. One drunk sat liquidly in a booth near the door, another at the bar, but it was the woman behind the bar who made me do a beautiful double take. The kisser belonged to Verna Murdock. The years had been kind to her tits and the rest of her body, but time had finished throwing a fuck to her looks, and now she looked like an accident searching for a place to happen. A body like a goddess and a puss like a psychedelic miscarriage - no damn wonder there were no customers in this place.

I straddled a stool and Verna started over. The bitch recognized me immediately and her ugly face fell apart in a smile. She had a nice small mouth, and I wondered if she had ever acquired a taste for cock juice.

Verna rested her big tits on the bar and trapped my hand in hers. Ugly-faced or not, I could see the kindness and pleasure in those eyes that studied me myopically from behind a pair of dark shell rimmed glasses.

"It took you a long time to get back, Adam," Verna said as I stared down the front of her scoop-necked sweater. "Welcome home."

The upper hemispheres of her gigantic breasts fascinated me and the fragrance of expensive perfume that clung to them gave me the start of a vicious hard on. I grinned at her tits and said, "Never expected you to end up hustling drinks at Ida's Doll House. Thought your old man died and left you a bundle?"

Verna released my hand, removed her tits from the bar and started to build me a screwdriver.

"Ida works for me, Adam," she said. "I've owned this dump for eight years now."

"Why don't you fix it up a little?"

Verna shook her head. "This is a neighborhood bar, chum. The lunkheads who come here by themselves or with their chicks keep adding to my bank account. If I cleaned the place up they'd take their trade down the street. They like the joint the way it is, and so do I." She slid the screwdriver in front of me. "On the house, Adam."

"Gracias."

"Sure. I see you learned a bit of Spanish during your travels."

"Just enough to get my face slapped a few times."

Verna laughed, then sobered. "You home for good this time, Adam?"

I shrugged. "Depends."

"Need a job?"

"Doing what?"

"Working for me."

"Here?"

"Why not? You'd be good for the pony trade. You look younger than the forty calendars you're dragging behind you, but not too young. The cunt that comes in here, married and single, might make the job interesting for you."

I shook my head. "I'm not ready to start punching a time clock, Verna."

"All right. Where are you staying?"

"I just got in. Maybe you can steer me toward a nice pad."

Verna's eyes rolled ceiling-ward. "The upstairs of this place has three apartments, Adam. I live in one, my night girl lives in the other, and the third is vacant. Interested?"

I was. We agreed on a price and I paid her. Then I bought both of us a drink, asked, "What is my brother Owen doing these days?"

"Picking shit with the rest of the chickens. I offered him a good job but the dumb bastard prefers to break his ass at the screw machine shop."

"Thought the folks left him some money?"

"They did, but booze and too many poker games at Lefty's separated him from it quicker than you can jerk off a mosquito. He lives in the bottom half of a house on Caplock Street, if you're interested. He married Ursula Toner, you know."

"I know. Any kids?"

Verna studied me for a long moment, then nodded, said, "One. Little Irene. Your sister's kid."

I damn near strangled over a mouthful of screwdriver. Verna was telling me that Owen and Ursula had raised my kid. I could almost feel the ghost of big Irene standing behind me. I knew instinctively that I would go out of my way to meet my own child, just as positively as I knew that this was why I had returned to Jericho City in the first place. The damn brat had pulled me back to the scene of the crime.

"What's wrong, Adam? You look like someone who's just seen a ghost?"

"It's nothing. Tired, I guess."

"My piles bleed for you. Come on - I'll show you the apartment."

"What about your customers?"

"One of them is my swamper. He'll take care of things until I get back."

I followed her down the bar and up a flight of stairs that creaked like the joints of a whore on the verge of retirement.

The apartment was small, clean and comfortable, but at the moment I was interested in something else. I took another look at Verna Murdock and rigor mortis moved into my cock and took up temporary residence. She was wearing French sandals, a tight and short skirt that betrayed the gentle swell of her stomach and the plump sweetness of her ass, and the scoop-necked sweater that clung and thrust her breasts into greater prominence. She had a pukey face, but she was still a lot of woman, and I liked women, and at her age I wouldn't have to worry about knocking her up, providing I ever got around to shoving my dick in her hairy snatch.

"Think you'll like it?" Verna asked.

"Sure. You in a hurry to get back downstairs, Verna?"

"No. We can talk."

I grinned. "Who needs conversation? I'd rather do something else."

Her smile was sly. "Oh? Like what?"

"Like make a pass at you."

"I'm damn near sixty years old, baby."

"Your body isn't. I expected to find your tits hanging down around your knees, but those big bastards are standing proud as ever."

Her eyes dropped to the crotch of my pants. She took a deep breath, said, "I think I'd better confess something before we get carried away, Adam. Remember how you forced me to go down on you before you'd fuck me?"

I nodded.

"Well, you don't have to force me anymore. I didn't know it at the time, but you really didn't force me. I was a cocksucker all along, only I didn't know it. After you left town I admitted it and went out to find every juicy whang I could. I'm not much in the looks department, but with my money I can buy all the roots I can eat. I'm telling you this so you don't slap the shit out of me the way you did after your sister's funeral. You don't have to beat me, Adam; I'll suck your dick until it bleeds, but don't hurt me."

My eyes devoured her ripe breasts. "I won't hurt you, Verna. I won't ever hurt you again. Now stop jacking your jaws and get out of your clothes."

Verna shook her head. "No, Adam. I'll bare my tits so you can play with them while I suck you off, but I'd better not get naked. You'll have to settle for a quickie until tonight. The factories close in another five minutes, and when they do I'd better be downstairs to take care of those thirsty bastards."

"All right. Show me your tits."

"Gladly."

Verna tugged the scoop-necked sweater downward. She was wearing a white nylon half bra, and now she hooked her fingers into the material and spilled her breasts into nakedness. The air rushed against her dark brown nipples and stiffened them; they pointed toward me like misplaced peckers. Her knockers were without sag and suck-able as hell. She didn't need a special bra to hold those proud motherfuckers up to temptation. I reached out and bounced them against the palms of my hands.

"I'm home now," I grinned. "I missed these tits of yours, Verna."

"Did you really?"

"Yes."

"A whole heap?"

I nodded and tweaked her jutting nipples with my fingers. Then I took her in my arms and kissed the small red mouth I would soon fill with my cock. Verna's lips parted and her breath caught in her throat as I rammed my tongue inside her mouth. She pressed the length of her body hard against mine and ground her cunt against my throbbing root. She wanted my dick shoved up her hairy snatch as much as ever, but we both knew that she would end up getting fucked in the pussy only on rare occasions.

"It feels bigger than before," Verna panted as she reached down between us and trapped my penis in her hand. "Big and hard and beautiful."

"It won't be big and hard if you keep playing with the damned thing," I said. "That fat rascal gets mad and spits like crazy when it gets teased by a woman's fingers."

Verna laughed and opened my fly. She stuck her warm hand inside and removed my prick. She stepped back and looked down at my cock. I looked too. I saw a hint of dew on the head of it. I grinned. My flute was ready to be played, and I was curious to see how good a musician Verna had turned out to be since the last time I had let her blow a tune on mine.

I removed Verna's glasses and a moment later she sank to her knees and kissed the head of my cock. I shivered at the first contact and watched her small mouth open and swallow my knob. I didn't try to take her tits in my hand. Instead I grabbed her ears and gently hunched forward to fill her mouth with my prick. She didn't back away; it seemed as if she was anxious to have my balls come to a rest against her jaw. I watched my cock vanish between her straining lips and when my scrotum touched her jaw I knew that Verna had become an expert at going down on a man.

She was a real virtuoso when it came to rendering lust's old sweet song on my skin flute. Her lips tightened over my dick and her head danced while her mouth slid over my shaft and milked me into an orgasm that would fill her mouth with hot jism. I felt cramps move into my legs but I ignored them. I watched her suck me off. The picture was beautiful. There is nothing more exciting than to watch your own cock getting smeared with lipstick as it glides back and forth between a woman's lips.

"Go, baby, go," I rasped as I raced toward the liquid gates of release. "Eat me. Suck the hell out of my cock. That's it, baby. Ready or not, here I come. Ahhhh ... "

Verna took the length of my cock in her mouth and squeezed my balls, and a heartbeat later I overloaded her mouth with my jism. She didn't gag this time. She gave my balls a harder squeeze and I watched her swallow several times as my semen splashed into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then reluctantly permitted my cock to slip free of her lips.

"Delicious," Verna said dreamily. "It tastes even better than I remembered. You're a very virile man, Adam. I never met a man who could come so much at one time. A load like yours inside a woman's pussy would knock her up every time."

My face clouded for a moment at her words. Verna was right. I was a real baby maker. My dead sister could testify to that, and so could the kid my brother Owen had taken to raise after the folks left this ball of mud and joined Irene in the graveyard.

I shrugged the unpleasant thought from my mind and drew Verna's mouth to my scrotum. "Lick my nuts, baby. They feel sticky."

Verna licked my balls, and when they felt dry I helped her up from her knees and said, "You suck a good cock, baby."

Verna pulled the bra into place over her tits and smiled. "A cocksucker is only as good as the tool she has to work with, darling."

"That's a very funny joke."

"Who's joking?"

I tugged the sweater up over her bra and gave her tits a final pat. I stuffed my cock in my pants and zipped up. I looked at Verna and then I said, "You mentioned a job awhile ago, baby."

"You'll take it?"

"Not the one you offered. I'm more interested in expanding your business."

"I'm listening."

"Gambling. I know how big the back room is in this joint. It's bigger than the one at Lefty's. The three of us can clean up, Verna."

"Three?"

"I'm thinking of my brother. Next to me, Owen is the best card mechanic I know."

"When he's sober."

"I'll keep him off the sauce while he's working. How about it - a three-way split?"

Verna thought it over in a hurry, nodded. "If you can rope Owen into joining us, you've got a deal, Adam. The extra loot will be more than welcome."

"I'll see Owen tonight."

Verna nodded and walked toward the door. There she paused with her hand on the doorknob and said, "Lefty Liptak isn't going to like us when he finds out what we're doing."

"I can handle Lefty. I knew him way back when he earned his money by swiping hubcaps. He won't crowd us, Verna. I'm not built for pushing."

Verna nodded and left. I went into the can and took a piss. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and did some thinking. From what Verna told me Owen needed loot. I didn't really give a fuck about him, but Irene's baby didn't deserve to live in the gutter of poverty. By helping my brother I would be helping my kid, and maybe this would do the trick and get the ghost of big Irene to stop walking around in my dreams.

Maybe ...

I took another leak and headed for my brother Owen's house on Caplock Street ...

The woman who answered the door was a willowy brunette, dressed in a mannish white blouse and ice cream-colored stretch pants that hugged her skin with fiendish tenderness. It took a few seconds of staring before I recognized the chick who once was Ursula Toner, and now was Owen's wife.

Ursula blinked. "Adam Flint?"

"That's right, Ursula, Adam. Is Owen home?"

"Not yet. He usually stops off at the Doll House for a few drinks before he comes home. Come in, Adam."

"Thanks."

I followed Ursula into the kitchen, my eyes on her beautiful ass and the rim-line of her panties that showed through the stretch pants. I couldn't understand how Owen could get tired of slapping the meat to a babe like this, but I sensed that there was some sort of strain between him and Ursula. I made myself a promise to check into it. If Owen wasn't taking care of his wife, I sure as hell intended to give it the old college try.

I sat down at the kitchen table.

"Coffee or booze?" Ursula asked.

"Booze. Coffee keeps me awake at nights."

Ursula mixed a pair of screwdrivers and joined me at the table. I admired the outline of her crowded bra that showed through the white blouse and felt my sleeping penis start to awaken.

"Tell me about yourself, Adam," Ursula said. "What have you been doing with yourself all these years?"

"Nothing much. I tried working and decided I didn't like it, so I teamed up with a gambler and started earning a living from poker."

"Rich?"

I shook my head. "Never wanted to be. I do now. That's why I came to see Owen."

"He's tapped."

"I'm not. I came here to offer Owen a deal where he can make a bundle and chuck his job at the screw machine shop."

"A gambling deal?"

"Don't tell me you're proud?"

Ursula smiled, shook her head. "I stopped being proud a long time ago, Adam. I'm also tired of being broke. I wouldn't mind having Owen in with you, but I think it's only fair to warn you that he drinks like a fish."

"So I heard. But I think I can keep him sober during working hours. Anyway, we'll talk about it when he comes home. Meanwhile, tell me about yourself ... and Irene's kid."

"My past isn't worth discussing, Adam."

"And the kid's?"

"Irene is a good kid, Adam. Beautiful and almost a woman. She's nearly fifteen, you know. A real doll."

"Should be home from school soon, no?"

Ursula reached for a cigarette. "She won't be home until next weekend. She's visiting my parents. I'll phone her tomorrow and tell her you're in town. She knows about you being her uncle, so I'm sure you two will get along nicely. Another drink?"

"Please."

Ursula stood up. My eyes feasted on her haunches again. I thought she knew I was looking at her ass, but I couldn't be sure. Not yet. She returned with fresh drinks and sat down again. She leaned back in her chair to give me a better view of her full and pointed knockers. She saw my eyes drop and smiled dreamily, with understanding. Now I knew that she was mine for the taking, and the knowledge made me drop the mask of pretense I was wearing and say, "Too damn bad we don't know when to expect Owen, Ursula."

She smiled at me over the lip of her glass. "He damn near killed the last man he caught in bed with me. Can you wait?"

"How long?"

Until he comes home and drinks himself unconscious."

"Sure. You look like a girl worth the wait."

"I am. I know how to please a man."

I looked at her boyish haircut. "And do you also know how to please a woman?"

"You think I'm AC-DC?"

"I know damn well you are."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not a bit. Some of the nicest broads I ever met went both ways. I don't mind lapping a snatch myself once in awhile."

Ursula threw back her head and laughed. "Once you get past the smell you've got it licked, eh? Well, I sometimes do more than just put the tongue to a chick. Sometimes I freak out by strapping a dildo on and making it that way. Did you ever see a girl taking a ten inch leather prick up her pussy, Adam?"

"No."

"Someday I'll freak out just for you, Adam. There's a married girl who lives upstairs who really goes out of her skull when I fuck her with it."

"I'll look forward to the occasion, Ursula." I cocked my head in a listening attitude, then said, "I know we can't do anything at the moment, but would you do me a favor?"

"Like jerk you off?"

I shook my head. "I hate hand jobs. No, all I want is to see your tits."

"So look at them."

"I don't mean through your blouse. You're only a few steps away from the John. If Owen comes in, all you have to do is step in there and button up. Come on, Ursula - show me your tits."

"They aren't as big as Verna Murdock's."

"How should I know?"

"Don't give me that business, Adam. I get together with Verna once in awhile and we eat each other's cunts. She told me about you, and how you slapped the shit out of her and forced her to suck your cock."

"Verna never could keep her mouth shut."

"That's a bit hard to do when said mouth is filled with a cock as big as she said yours was," Ursula said with a giggle. "Is it?"

"Is it what?"

"Thick and long?"

I stood up and took it out of my pants. "Satisfied, baby?"

Ursula licked her sensuous lips. "I'll look forward to tasting that beautiful motherfucker."

I crammed my cock back in my pants and sat down again. "Now it's your turn. Unbutton your blouse and show me your tits."

"You've really got a hang-up where breasts are concerned, don't you?"

"Doesn't everybody?"

"I suppose so. I enjoy nibbling on a tit myself. It's almost as good as sucking a baby's little pink peter."

"Don't tell me you tried that, too?"

"Only once. I didn't like it. I couldn't suck any jism out of the little bastard."

"And jism is important, isn't it?"

Ursula nodded. "A dry cock is as worthless as a dry pussy to me. I love the taste of semen. I always did."

"Since when?"

"Not since Owen, that's for sure. That bastard is as square as a fucking cube. All he wants to do is soak his prick in my cunt - any cunt - when he's sober enough to get a bone on. Shit, the first time I tried to go down on him, he damn near called the cops on me and had me busted for being fruit for the root."

I laughed and sampled my drink. "Hell with brother Owen. Show me some tit, baby."

Ursula nodded and lifted her hands to her breasts. She nuzzled the twin globes and made her nipples stiff, then moved her palms away to let me see them stabbing against the cloth that covered them.

"Long," I said. "The kind you can wrap your lips around and know you've got a grip on something. Dark brown?"

"Almost black."

"I like almost black nipples on a girl."

Ursula started to unbutton her blouse. One button. I saw the deep valley between her breasts come into view.

"Your tits look creamy, Ursula."

"I have smooth flesh. I take care of my breasts, all of me."

"I believe you."

Her fingers moved from button to button and soon the blouse gaped open to reveal the flimsy white nylon net bra that held her exquisite breasts half captive. I damn near creamed in my pants when she gave a sudden downward tug to her bra and tumbled her knockers into nakedness. I was halfway to my feet when we heard Owen come stumbling up the front steps. Ursula cursed and ran into the toilet. I sat down and concentrated on losing my hard on before Owen got around to noticing it. A wasted worry. Owen was too busy being surprised to notice anything except the hand he was pumping in welcome.

"You big bastard," Owen said gruffly, once we were seated again. "After all these years I sure as hell never expected to see you again."

"You'll be seeing a lot of me from now on, Owen."

"That means you're back for good. Need a job? I think I can get you on where I work."

"No, thanks. I like to earn my money the easy way. I came here to offer you the opportunity to make some along with me."

"Stealing?"

"Gambling. Our own business, Owen - yours, mine and Verna Murdock's."

"What makes you think the deal will work, Adam?"

"Give me one reason why it shouldn't?"

"Lefty Liptak. This is his neighborhood."

"Lefty is nothing more than an abortion that lived. Think back, Owen. Who used to beat the piss out of Lefty every other day when we were kids?"

"You did."

"That's right. And if that sonofabitch tries to step on our toes in any way, I'll fuck him up so bad he'll have to move out and find himself another neighborhood. You with me?"

"For how much?"

"A third of the take."

"What's your share?"

"The same. Verna supplies the room, pays off the fuzz and takes the other third for her trouble."

"Sounds good."

"It is good. There's only one string attached to my offer, Owen. No drinking during working hours."

"All right."

"But that doesn't mean you have to stop tonight."

"I'll fetch the bottle to the table."

Ursula emerged from the bathroom. Her face was a bit flushed. I wondered if she had taken a few minutes to massage her pussy with the leather dildo she told me about. It sure as lust looked that way.

I was a bit disappointed that little Irene was among the missing, but by the time we ate and drank more booze I started concentrating on Ursula and promptly forgot the kid. Fuck it. I didn't even know Irene. She had been in the diaper rash stage the last time I'd seen her. Ursula wasn't. Nor was she among the missing. She was right in front of my eyes, perfumed and ready to sex it up with me ... once Owen crapped out from the whiskey he was drinking like water.

Ursula walked out of the room. I lit a cigarette and studied Owen.

"You really love the sauce, don't you, Owen?"

He shook his head. "I drink because things bother me."

"You think you'll find the answer in a bottle?"

"No, but I enjoy looking." He killed another shot and moved toward a corner of the couch he occupied. "I think I've had it for tonight, Adam. Welcome home."

And a few minutes later he was dead to the world. I spoke to him. No response. He would be asleep for a few hours. Now I had all the time I needed to get acquainted with his wife. I grinned and walked into the bedroom where Ursula was waiting.

The room smelled like a haystack on fire. Ursula sat on the edge of the bed, clad only in shiny black boots with skyscraper heels, a black leather bra and black leather panties that shimmered in the flickering candle-glow that was the only light in the perfumed bedroom. I looked at her and was reminded of the black widow spider who devoured the male of her species. I smiled without humor. Ursula could devour me all she wanted to, but her cannibalism would have to be restricted to my juicy cock.

As I already mentioned, the smell of cheap perfume raped my nostrils but the aroma reminiscent of burning hay was even stronger. I was familiar with the odor.

"You're full of surprises, Ursula," I said as I walked up to her. "I didn't know you went the pot route."

Ursula looked down at the homemade, brown paper cigarette she held between her fingers. Then she extended it toward me.

"Care for a few draws on this roach so you can spin a few dreams of your own, Adam?"

I thought about the ghost of Irene and shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to sleep and have another nightmare.

Ursula butted the roach and said, "I'm high enough to climb a dick now, Adam."

I started to remove my shirt. "What's with the leather undies, Ursula?"

"Leather happens to be my particular bag, Adam. It makes me feel sexy. It also arouses my baser instincts. I thought you'd tumble when I told you about my leather dildo." She patted the bed beside her. "Sit down."

I sat down.

Ursula laughed softly and put her hand on my hardening cock. She stroked it through my pants and said, "That's a pretty big hunk of sausage you're packing around in your pants, Adam. Would you like me to take it in my mouth and suck you off?"

"Let me see your dildo first. I'll finish undressing while you're getting it."

"All right, darling. Don't go away. I want to play that beautiful flute of yours."

Ursula left the room. I chuckled and finished undressing. I had a reason for sending her after the dildo. I intended to double her pleasure by stuffing my cock in her mouth and the black leather dildo up her chubby little ass ...

Ursula returned with the enormous dildo and handed it to me. It was as big and as ugly as a mule's dong. The damn thing almost gave me an inferiority complex.

"Isn't that a beauty?" Ursula asked as her eyes dropped to my hard cock. "But so is yours, Adam. Yours is almost as thick and long as my substitute lover."

"Take it in your hand, Ursula."

Her delicate eyebrows arched. "The dildo?"

"My prick."

"That's more like it, big daddy."

Ursula trapped my penis in her right hand and went through the motions of jerking me off. Her hand felt good on my flesh.

"You're getting sticky," Ursula said. "Maybe we'd better do something before you spill your delicious jism all over the floor instead of in my mouth."

I nodded. "Take your panties off."

"The bra?"

"Leave it on. The heels - don't remove them, either."

Ursula removed the black leather panties and gave me my first glimpse of her golden grotto. Only it wasn't really golden - her pubic hair was curly and the color of deep chestnut, and it reminded me of my dead kid sister's pussy mattress.

She tossed the panties across the bed and asked, "Now what?"

"Get on the bed with me. Kneel beside me with your pretty ass toward my face while you suck my dick and make me come."

She looked at the black leather dildo I still held and smiled suddenly. "Are you thinking of punking me in the asshole with that thing, Adam?"

"Yes."

"Then I'd better straddle you while I cop your joint. It will feel better and at the same time make it easier for you to ram that sweet imitation pecker up my shit chute."

I swallowed hard and nodded. I stretched out on my back. My penis pointed toward the ceiling like a fence post of flesh. Ursula straddled me. The cheeks of her ass felt warm against my chest, but a pulse beat later she shifted her position to her knees and her haunches broke contact with my skin. I reached up and touched the cheeks of her ass. I spread them apart and admired her dark brown ass hole. I picked up the black leather dildo from my side and nuzzled it against her anus. Ursula giggled, then I felt her swallow my cock and start toying with my scrotum. She gave my penis a few quick sucks, then took it out of her mouth and said, "The dildo, darling. Ram that beautiful dildo up my pooper."

"Now?"

"Now, Adam, now!"

I didn't bother to reach for the jar of cold cream on the night table. I gripped the black leather peter cheater in both hands and buried it inside her ass with one quick thrust. Ursula screamed like a dying cat, then took my cock in her mouth and matched the working of her lips to the rhythm of her grinding hips as I fucked her ass with the dildo. Her breasts mashed against my belly and the hairs of her pussy tickled my chest. Her hand held my balls, massaged them, and brought me quickly to the peak of passion.

I popped my nuts. She kept sucking. I thought she would never stop. I kept coming, coming, coming ...

Ursula was flirting with an orgasm of her own, and when she shuddered in violent warning I locked the length of the dildo in her ass and reached between her thighs and jammed my finger up her cunt. This really tripped her trigger, for a moment later she sat down on my finger and moaned her way toward the liquid paradise of release ...

Later, much later, Ursula handed me a drink and said, "I'm glad you returned to Jericho City, Adam."

"So am I."

"And you really think you and Owen can team up with Verna Murdock and beat Lefty Liptak at his own game?"

"Why not? And while we're on the subject, why does everybody seem to be scared shitless of Lefty Liptak? Did the sorry motherfucker learn how to tread water and change bread into wine during the time I've been away?"

"No, but he learned how to play dirtier than he used to, baby, and I'm not joking. Once he gets wind of what you're doing, he'll do his best to bust you ... any way he can."

"When he does, the mistake will be his, not mine, Ursula."

Ursula stepped into her black leather panties and sighed loudly. "I hope you can, Adam. Make enough loot and I'll blow this town."

"I thought you already blew the whole town."

Ursula laughed. "I didn't mean that kind of blow, Adam."

I finished my drink and said, "Owen will be getting up soon. Tell him to meet me at the Doll House tomorrow, anytime after noon. I like to sleep late."

"With Verna Murdock?"

I shrugged. "My cock doesn't care who sucks it, Ursula." I moved toward the door, paused. "About little Irene ... "

"What about her, Adam?"

"I'm anxious to see her."

Ursula nodded solemnly. "I'll phone tonight and tell her to take the next bus home."

I nodded again and walked out into the night. I felt as independent as an alley cat. Things were beginning to look up. My kid would be home tomorrow, I was on the verge of going into business, and where the latter was concerned Lefty Liptak better not try to flex his muscles. But he did.

Chapter 3

The Lefty Liptak I remembered was the type of slob whose idea of declaring war on poverty was to go out and mug a Salvation Army Santa Claus. The new Lefty was a hard-nosed motherfucker who played for big stakes ... and played for keeps. He sat back and licked his nuts for nearly two months before he moved in on our game and tried to jerk the rug out from under us. He caught me with my guard down ... because I was too busy getting to know little Irene ... the kid I had sired from the cunt of my own sister.

I liked Irene at first glance.

I was also a little frightened.

Seeing her reminded me too much of her dead but not forgotten mother who still continued to haunt the back shadows of my mind ...

Lefty came to collect on a Saturday night. I wasn't at the Doll House at the time, for I had taken little Irene downtown on a shopping spree, dinner at the Ember Club, and then a drive out into the country.

I tried to shake the guilt feelings I was experiencing as I nosed my new convertible toward Skillet Lake, with Irene beside me, but in the same breath I knew that I would do my best to make her a slave to my penis, the same way I had made a slave of her mother ... until big Irene took the suicide route to escape me.

I was a confused sonofabitch where this Irene was concerned. I loved her and I hated her, and I couldn't tell where one emotion ended and the other began. I suppose I was out for revenge, but I kept telling myself I was simply out for young sex ... with my own daughter. I dismissed the confusion from my mind with a shrug. Fuck it.

I gave Irene a hasty sidelong glance and asked, "Enjoying yourself, baby?"

"Yes," Irene said and treated me to a smile, "but I'm not a baby."

"Aren't you?"

Irene shook her head. "I'm nearly fifteen, Adam."

"How near?"

"Six weeks."

"That makes you a big girl all right."

"You're teasing me."

"Do you mind?"

"No."

The side road leading to Skillet Lake came up and I swung the car onto the deeply rutted stretch of dirt. Ten minutes later we reached the lake. The place was deserted at this time of the year. There were three bungalows near the eastern lip of the lake, and one of them was mine. I had leased it last week. I needed a home away from home and this was it.

We got out of the car. I stood beside the tiny chestnut-haired girl and stared toward the lake, but at the same time I was fully aware of her. Young and tender, dressed in a short skirt and a burnt orange button front blouse that was filled with hard breasts the size of cantaloupes ready for harvest. I smelled her, saw her and wanted her, and I knew I would have her before we went back to Jericho City ... even if I had to tear her panties off by force and rape her.

"Which one is your cabin?" Irene asked as we walked toward the three unpainted buildings.

"The middle one. This one." I dug a key from my pocket, opened the door. "Come into my parlor ... "

The interior wasn't much - two rooms and a tiny kitchenette, a moth-eaten elk head mounted over the fireplace, and a bastard assortment of furniture that smacked of being early Goodwill or late Salvation Army. The liquor, food and the television set were new; I'd had them delivered three days ago. Now I nodded toward the boob tube and told Irene, "See what you can get on it while I rustle us a drink."

When I returned from the kitchenette I found Irene hunkered in front of the television set, flipping from channel to channel as she tried to reach a compromise with her tastes and mine. The skirt was stretched tight against her derriere and I saw the rim-line of her panties. They were brief panties. All girls and women wore the bikini type undies these days, or so it seemed. I admired her shapely ass, her flaring hips, and I experienced the beginning of an erection.

I sat down on the battered couch and lit a pair of cigarettes. I figured I might as well find out if the kid smoked and drank before I closed in on her panties and removed them. Irene finished fucking around with the set and joined me on the couch. I handed her a shell glass of sweet red wine. She tasted it, looked surprised and said, "I thought it was soda pop, Adam."

"I won't let you get too drunk."

"Well ...

"Thought you said you were a big girl?"

She shifted her ass on the couch so that she faced me and grinned. "You think I'm not?"

I shrugged and handed her one of the cigarettes. It wasn't the first one she'd smoked. She took a deep drag and sucked the smoke down into her lungs, exhaled and sent a thin scarf of smoke toward the ceiling. I watched her tits while she inhaled and exhaled, and my hands itched to unbutton her blouse and examine the goodies she had crammed behind her half bra.

She drank her wine. I refilled her glass. Her face was becoming flushed. She wasn't drunk, but she was getting a bit mellow. And careless about the way she let her skirt ride high on her thighs. It was almost a shame to take advantage of her. Almost. But not quite.

"Adam?"

"What?"

"Shouldn't we be getting back to town?"

"It's still early. Are you afraid to be alone with me?"

"No. I just don't trust myself, that's all."

"Oh?"

She squirmed and her skirt climbed higher on her thighs. "Can I trust you to keep a secret, Adam?"

"Sure, baby."

Irene took a deep breath and said, "It's about me. I'm not a virgin, Adam. Does that surprise you?"

I shook my head. "But why did you tell me?"

"Because I like you, Adam. Because I want to be your girl friend ... the way Ursula is your girl friend."

"Somebody's been talking."

"No. I caught you two the other afternoon. I came home early from school and just as I was about to give a yell, I heard sounds coming from Ursula's bedroom. I thought it was Owen at first, but when I peeked in I saw you."

"And you watched us?"

"Yes. Ursula really goes berserk when sex gets good to her, doesn't she?"

I grinned. "Don't you?"

"I don't really know. My three sex sessions have been with the same boy, and I still have my first thrill to get. I read a lot about sex. Maybe I'm what the shrinks call frigid."

"Or just plain inexperienced."

"We could always find out, Adam."

This was going to be easier than I thought.

"Do you know what it means to have sex relations with relations, Irene?"

She nodded. "Ursula's mother does it with her brother, and one of the girl's at school is getting licked by her sister. They like it, so why is it bad?"

I grinned. "I'm not trying to talk you out of anything. I just wanted to be sure you knew what you were getting into, Irene."

"I know how to keep my mouth shut, Adam."

I didn't want her to keep her mouth shut. Not until after I shoved my cock into it.

"Care for some more wine, Irene?"

"No. I'd rather start making it with you."

"Then get undressed, baby. Stand up and do a slow strip for me. I enjoy watching a girl take off her clothes."

"All right, Adam."

She started to get up. I slid my hand under her skirt and touched the crotch of her panties. They were warm and moist and I knew she was turning juicy at the thought of getting an older man's whang stuffed in her pussy.

"Your hand feels good, Adam."

"I got something in my pants that will feel a hell of a lot better, Irene."

She reached for my lap and found my cock. She licked her lips. "That's a big one! I hope it doesn't hurt when you give it to me."

"It won't."

Irene turned my cock loose and stood up. She moved away from the couch, then turned to face me and lifted her hands to her breasts. She was young, but she knew how to tease a man and make his blood turn hot with desire. She held her tits toward me and said, "Do you like my breasts, Adam?"

A sudden dryness filled my mouth. "I like them. Your tits are beautiful."

"Prettier than Ursula's?"

"Yes."

"And Verna Murdock's?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because your tits are young and firm ... and I want to kiss them ... and suck them."

Her hands left her breasts and she loosened her skirt. The zipper whispered a song of lust in the intimate silence and my stiff cock throbbed and tried to break out of my pants. I was hot. I wanted her sweet cunt. God, how I wanted to suck her and fuck her!

The skirt dropped to form a puddle of cloth around her ankles. She hooked it with the toe of her slipper and kicked the skirt away from her. Her panties were white and brief and tight across her hips and her juicy pussy. The lips of her cunt pouted against the crotch and made my mouth water. The strange desire to eat her box was almost an obsession. I kept staring at her crotch. She had a triangular patch of dark pussy hair that showed through the panties she wore; the patch of pubic pasture looked like good grazing to this hungry satyr.

"The blouse," I rasped. "Take off your blouse and let me see your bra, Irene."

She paused in a listening attitude and I wondered why. She caught my look and said, "I thought I heard something outside."

"Only the wind," I said. "Or possibly one of the many animals you find out in this neck of the boondocks. Don't let it bug you, baby. Just get that blouse off and show Adam those pretty tits of yours."

Irene smiled and unbuttoned her burnt orange blouse. She shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. My eyes jumped to her breasts. The half bra was as snowy as her panties, and equally packed with goodies ... for me.

Her breasts thrust into greater prominence as she reached between her shoulder blades and unsnapped the bra. She tossed the scrap of cloth away with careless abandonment and wriggled her hips at me. A smile played at the corners of her exciting mouth and she said in a velvety whisper, "My nipples are singing, Adam. So is my pussy. A love song, Adam - just for you."

She walked up to me.

I moved my face toward her breasts. She was still wearing her panties. I forgot about them for the moment and kissed her tits, first one and then the other. Her nipples were stiff, coral-pink, and tasty. I trapped one between my lips and milked it. Irene moaned softly and rubbed her damp crotch against my shoulder. I was sweating. I couldn't take much more of this. Neither could Irene. I pushed her away from me and hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. I followed them down to her ankles. She lifted one foot, then the other, and stepped out of them. I wadded the panties into a tiny ball and jammed them into my hip pocket. Then I looked at her pubic beard and grinned.

"I like your pussy, baby," I said. "It looks so juicy."

"It is juicy, Adam. It's so juicy that sometimes I wish I were double jointed so I could lick it myself."

"Did you ever lick a split, Irene?"

"No."

"Or eat a prick?"

"No."

"Would you like to play a tune on my skin flute, baby?"

Irene laughed. "You sound like the boy I let diddle me three times. All he talked about was another girl who always went down on his dick and sucked the jism out of it. Does it really feel like heaven when a girl takes your whang in her mouth and blows you, Adam?"

"It does to me."

"And you'd like me to suck you off?"

"Not until I lap your cunt and taste your pussy juice, baby."

"Will I enjoy it?"

"I hope so," I said as I prepared to go down on her melting cunt. "I sure as hell hope you'll blow your cool and come all over my face, baby."

Irene gasped with delight as my lips found her clitoris. I raked her clit with my teeth and she really went ape. I grabbed her hips with both hands and rocked her boy-in-the-boat. Her cunt hair tickled my face. Her cunt smelled sweet and the moisture oozing from the tight lips of her snatch tasted like pure nectar.

I stopped gnawing on her throbbing clit and jammed my tongue between the drooling lips of her tender young cunt. Irene squealed and grabbed the back of my head.

"I like that, Adam," she crooned. "Your tongue feels like a live snake inside my pussy. That's it, darling - lick the walls of my cooze and drive me out of my mind! Ahhh ... !"

My right hand left her hip and groped behind her. I felt between the cheeks of her squirming ass and found her puckered sphincter. I took my longest finger, made it stiff and shoved it up her ass. Irene hunched toward my face to escape the hurting finger, but I kept it buried in her sweet ass, and a moment later the finger tripped the trigger ...

"I'm coming, Adam, I'm coming ... " And she did.

I kept licking her pussy. I ate every drop of her juice I could get my tongue on, and when her cunt ran dry I drove my tongue up her ass and licked it, and before I finished she had a second orgasm.

I sat on the floor, reached for my drink and a cigarette. Irene sank down beside me with heaving breasts and said dreamily, "If your dick feels as good as your tongue, I'll be your slave forever, Adam."

"Forever is a long time, baby."

"Only when you're dead, Adam."

She had a point. She asked me to undress. I stripped in less than one minute. Irene took my cock in her hand and admired it, then said, "I never sucked a cock before, Adam. You'll have to teach me how."

"There's nothing to it, baby. With your tight red mouth you'll learn to play the skin flute in one easy lesson. You start by taking my scrotum in one hand."

"Scrotum?"

"The bag at the base of my cock. My nut sack. Take it in the palm of your hand."

"Like this, Adam?"

"Right. Massage them but don't squeeze them too hard; the family jewels are very sensitive to pressure."

She bounced my balls in the palm of her hand. "Now what?"

"Take your other hand and nudge the foreskin back from the head of my cock."

She did.

"Your knob is a beautiful pink, Adam. Damp, too. I can feel your sticky jism on my fingers."

"It will feel better on your lips and in your mouth, baby."

"Is that all I do - just put it in my mouth?"

"No. You have to use your tongue and keep your lips tight around it while you work it in and out of your mouth."

"Don't I suck it?"

"Yes, you suck it, too."

"Sounds exciting."

"Go ahead, baby. Start blowing me."

I watched her lips form into an O as she lowered them to the head of my penis. I sucked wind as her lips came into contact with the head of my whang, and I stopped breathing altogether when I watched some of my cock vanish inside her mouth. Her hand toyed with my balls and her lips and tongue attacked my shaft. She worked it between her lips as if she had been sucking dicks for a million years, which proved something about women and instincts, but I didn't know what.

Irene removed my prick from her mouth and asked, "Am I doing it right, Adam? Tell me if I'm not, because I want to please you. I want to be the best peter eater you ever met."

"You're doing fine, baby. Keep it up. Hurry. I want to feel my cock between your lips ..."

My cock vanished inside her mouth once more. She sucked and sucked and sucked ...

I could feel the explosion building up inside of my loins and I tried to prolong it, but I failed because Irene wouldn't let me. Her head bobbed faster over my shaft and her lips clamped over my flesh like the jaws of a trap. Her fingers raked my balls and, suddenly, she took the length of my cock deep into her throat and made me blow my nuts. I exploded and screamed at the same time, and this orgasm was better than any orgasm I'd ever experienced at any time in my forty years of living and having my cock sucked by a variety of girls and women ...

"I love you," I shouted. "Suck me, I love you, suck me ... " I was out of my fucking mind with the pleasure her mouth was giving me.

Irene swallowed my semen and released my penis from between her lips. She held it in her hand and spread a final drop of come from the head of it. Then she moved her mouth against my scrotum and proceeded to dry my nuts with her tongue. She was like a kitten with a saucer of cream, and she tongued me until my skin felt like parchment.

"I enjoyed that," Irene said later. "Cock juice tastes wonderful."

"I'm glad."

"Was I good, Adam?"

"Damn good."

Irene smiled, pleased. She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "When you were licking my pussy, you jammed your finger in my fanny ... "

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. Very much. Would you - will you put your dong in there when it gets hard again, Adam?"

"It will hurt a little."

"But not always."

"No. Once I get it all the way in it will feel a lot better than my finger. Do you really want me to fuck you in the ass, baby?"

"Yes. I want you to make a real woman out of me before we leave here, Adam."

The mere thought of punking her in that cute little ass of hers caused my prick to jump to attention.

"You're ready," Irene giggled.

"I'm always ready, baby."

"Should I get on my hands and knees ... the way Ursula did when you knocked on her back door with that big cock of yours?"

I shook my head. "Just stretch out on your back. I'll tuck a pillow under your hips and toss your legs over my shoulders, and then I'll pour the prod to you from the front."

"Will it be better that way?"

"Much better. That way I can stir your shit and suck your pink-nippled breasts at the same time."

Irene laced her arms around my neck as I knelt between her legs. She mashed her mouth against mine and whispered, "I love you, Adam. I love you and I want you to love me."

"I do love you, baby."

"Then bury your cock in my ass and fuck the shit out of me, Adam. Turn me on. Make me live. Make me feel like the wickedest whore in the whole wide world."

"I will, baby, I will."

"Hurry!"

I draped her legs over my shoulders and guided the knob of my penis against her sphincter. I lubricated her anus with my semen and then I forced the head beyond her sphincter. Irene sighed loudly and pulled my face between her breasts. I trapped a nipple between my lips and hunched forward; I rammed my cock in her ass up to my balls. Irene yelled like an old maid with a new dildo.

"You're tearing me up, darling! That hurts! God, how that hurts! No, don't stop! Fuck me, Adam! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I reared back and watched my cock glide in and out of her asshole. In and out, in and out. I watched my penis and thought about my dead sister. I had fucked her in this same position. She had enjoyed it, made the same animal noises Irene was making, and as I fucked my own daughter in her ass my thoughts walked back into the past, to another time, another place ...

I don't love you anymore, Adam. Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want to fuck you anymore. I don't want to suck you off anymore. I'll kill myself before I let you use me again. All I want is the baby. Go away, Adam, go away!

Irene ...

"Irene?" I didn't realize I had spoken aloud.

Irene stopped wriggling her ass against the cock that filled it and looked up at me over the peaks of her breasts.

"What, Adam?"

I was back in the time called now.

"Don't ever leave me, Irene."

"I won't, Adam."

"I love you."

"And I love you, Adam."

My cock started stirring in her again.

"Oh, Adam - your cock feels so wonderful inside my ass!"

I buried my cock in her ass and blew my nuts, and all the while I was popping I kept seeing the face of my dead sister before my eyes. I hated her and I took it out on Irene. I hated the dead and took it out on the living. I jammed my prick in her ass and filled it with my jism. My balls rested against the cheeks of her shivering ass, and I looked down into her eyes and saw fear, for I think she knew that I wanted to kill her.

"No, Adam, no!"

My hands paused halfway to her throat as hatred drained out of my burning brain, and now I could think again. I lowered my trembling hands to her breasts and exhaled loudly.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare the shit out of you."

I backed my dick out of her ass and watched the jism run out of her and form a puddle on the floor. I changed position and straddled her. Irene's tits felt hot against the cheeks of my ass. Her eyes were wide and filled with question as I palmed my dirty penis and said, "Take it in your mouth and clean it off, Irene."

"You want me to eat my own shit?"

"Yes."

"No, Adam. Don't make me do a thing like that. Please don't."

Once again she sounded like my sister and once again the black fog of anger clouded my brain. I grabbed her by the throat and tried to stuff my dick in her mouth. I was still trying when the front door came off its hinges with a violent sound and Lefty Liptak charged into the room.

I forgot about my dick and tried to stand up. I made it halfway before Lefty closed the gap between us and kicked me in the head. The world exploded around me and became filled with pin wheels and stars; then the explosion faded and the night opened its greedy jaws and swallowed me ...

Chapter 4

The night embraced me with all the passion of a starving whore. Pain gnawed at the edges of my brain. Down, down, I plunged, and then the night evaporated slowly and the dawn of consciousness broke through the cobweb cloud of black and I opened my eyes just as Irene took Lefty Liptak's awesome cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him an expert blow job with those hot red lips of hers.

She swallowed his penis.

And her hand toyed with his balls.

Lefty's penis glided between her eager lips like an undecided finger probing the entrance of a bleeding cunt in need of a Kotex. Her pink nippled breasts were mashed against his knees and the sparks of lust that glinted in her narrowed eyes told me she was enjoying her second solo on a flute of flesh.

Irene tasted Lefty's cock.

I tasted hate.

I wondered what the hell was going on. I must have wondered out loud, for Lefty quickly glanced my way and snarled, "Dummy, the hell up before I take this dick out of Irene's mouth and shove it up your stinking ass, you sorry motherfucker."

"Kiss my ass," I said, and then the two goons I vaguely remembered seeing before Lefty's shoe turned the light out in my brain came over and threatened to cut my balls off if I didn't button my lip. I looked at the Italian toothpick in the one goon's hand and dummied up, fast; I didn't relish the idea of losing my nuggets over a pony who had a mouthful of dick and seemed to be enjoying every suck she gave it. Fuck Irene. I had my own sack of rocks to carry. I relaxed and watched my kid suck Lefty Liptak's enormous prick.

It took Lefty Liptak a long time to come. Irene kept sucking and tickling his balls, but the ugly bastard held back and really made her work to get the jism out of him. And yet it fascinated me to watch his slippery dong glide back and forth between her exciting lips, for I had felt those same lips on my whang and I knew the shock thrills of delight Lefty was feeling as she worked to suck him into an orgasm and catch his hot semen in her waiting mouth.

Lefty was standing up and I knew his legs were beginning to feel like two hunks of wood. Sweat popped out on his forehead and ran down the planes of his ugly face. I knew that he couldn't hold it back much longer, that in a matter of seconds he would hunch forward and bury the length of his penis in Irene's mouth and splash his jism all over her tonsils, just as I knew that Irene would eat his come and be grateful to him for every damn drop he gave her.

And a pair of seconds later Lefty did blow his nuts in Irene's mouth. I watched her tighten her red lips over his shaft and swallow, swallow, swallow. Lefty moaned like a punk with a broom handle up his ass and backed away from those greedy lips that were trying to suck the soul out of him, and I watched his cock slip from Irene's mouth and dangle like a hunk of limp sausage.

Lefty didn't have to say a word. I knew Irene had given him the best blow job he'd ever had.

Irene started to lick Lefty's nuts. He backed away from her and snarled, "What are you - a fucking vampire?"

Irene laughed. She didn't look my way. A touch of hysteria edged her voice as she said, "Don't hurt me, Lefty, don't hurt me."

Lefty stared down at her and sneered, "What are you, some kind of nut? Nobody's gonna hurt your ass, baby. Adam is the punk I came here to see."

One of the goons spoke up: "How about lettin' us take a crack at the broad, Lefty?"

"Yeah," said the other muscle. "Rip can stick his dick down her throat and I'll ram mine up her ass. OK, boss?"

Lefty shrugged and came over to me. He helped me up from the floor and shoved me toward the couch. I sat down heavily and reached for a nearby pack of cigarettes. I waited until I had the cancer stick going before I took a good look at the ugly giant I'd known since my diaper days and asked, "Who blew the whistle on me, Lefty?"

He grinned. "Nobody. I tailed you out here. I've been tailing you for over a week, just waiting for a chance to get your ass alone. You couldn't have picked a better place to get in a bind."

"I expected you long before this."

"I know. That's why I waited."

I glanced across the room and saw Irene hard at work again. This time she had a cock in her mouth and another shoved up her ass. I tasted hate. The little bitch was actually enjoying herself!

And I was beginning to smell a fucking rat.

I nodded toward Irene. "I thought she copped a joint too well to be an amateur, Lefty."

"You thought right. Irene knows her way around. I taught her myself, the same way you taught her mother." He laughed without humor. "Don't look so fucking surprised, Adam. I knew about you and your sister and the apartment right after you rented it."

"Who else knows?"

"Never mind. I didn't come here to discuss incest, punk. I came here to talk about the game you and Owen were running in the back room of the Doll House."

"Not were running - are running."

Lefty shook his head. "I know what I said, Adam. You're through sucking my customers into your game. I can't take the losses. Nope, you just quit, baby."

"You know better than that. Lefty. The only way you'll make me quit is by killing me, and you haven't got the balls for murder. You never did, you never will."

"I don't have to spill your blood to make you end up dead, baby," Lefty said. "I'm just telling you to start running."

"Give me one reason why I should."

"Sure, baby. Brother Owen."

"Come again?"

"Brother Owen. I had a long talk with him today. He had an idea about you and sister but he wasn't sure. It's bothered him for a long time. Why do you think the poor slob has been hitting the sauce all these years? Because of you, baby. Because the thought of incest bugged him. He's a freak, Adam - the only way he can make it with a broad is the regular way." Lefty chuckled. "I relieved his tortured mind today, baby. I bought him a ticket to another town and told him who Irene's father really is. The poor bastard sat down and cried, Adam. Took it hard. Then he asked me to lend him a gun."

"You bastard."

Lefty nodded. "It's still a few hours until bus time. All I'm going to do is have my boys tie you up, then phone Owen and stand to one side while he comes out here and turns you into shroud bait. Simple, no? Owen kills your ass and I'll tell the fuzz who did the job and have him buried for life. Two fucking birds with one rock."

"Aren't you forgetting Verna Murdock?"

Lefty shook his head. "Verna I don't sweat. She's like a dog's prick; she goes wherever she's put. We've already agreed that I should expand my business by taking over her back room."

I lapsed into silence. What the hell was the use of bleeding the dictionary? I was a screwed rabbit and I knew it, and unless a miracle occurred, in a few short hours I would be a dead one. I was beginning to feel like the born loser who got his ass knocked for a fifty yard loop and then got arrested for leaving the scene of an accident.

I knew Lefty wasn't just beating his gums about Owen coming after me with a heater. He was just like my dead father and Pop would have done the same damn thing, and a hell of a lot quicker.

I looked toward Irene and the two goons she was taking for a lust ride. She was still sucking one prick and taking the other dick up her pile box. The little bitch knew I was scheduled for a slab in the morgue, but it wasn't bothering her. I guess I couldn't really blame her; nobody likes to bet on the loser in a fixed race.

"Know something, Lefty?"

He smiled at me. "What?"

"You're nothing but a prick with ears."

"Sure."

"One I should have killed when we were kids."

"Your mistake, Adam. I don't intend to make the same one." He focused his attention on the orgy and snapped, "Shake it up, fellas. Blow your respective nuts in the chick and let's get the fuck out of here."

The goons did, both at the same time, and when they moved away from Irene I saw the cock juice run out of her mouth and out of her ass, and the sight made my own prick get hard.

"Tie Adam up in that kitchen chair," Lefty told the duo. And to Irene he said, "Get dressed, doll; you're going back to Jericho with us."

By the time Irene climbed into her duds the two creeps had me trussed up tighter than a hopeless hernia. They went outside. Only Lefty Liptak and Irene lingered. Irene came up to me and said, "You're a good lover, but you'd make a lousy father, Adam."

"Get fucked."

Irene giggled. "I already have, daddy." I watched her ass twitch as she walked out of the room.

Now only Lefty remained. He looked sad.

"Care for a drink before I cut out, Adam?"

"Nope."

Lefty nodded. "See you in hell, punk."

"Count on it."

Lefty laughed and walked out into the early night. Now I was alone. I tasted desperation. I struggled against my bonds. No use. Those two sorry bastards must have learned the toughest knots the Boy Scout manual had to offer.

I sat still and sweated. I was on my millionth Hail Mary when I heard a car drive up, and a minute or so later my brother Owen walked into the room ... with a gun in his hand ... looking meaner than a whole sackful of motherfuckers.

And he was drunk.

He nosed the .38 in my direction and asked, "Where do you want the first slug, Adam?"

I forced a grin I didn't feel. "Don't be a fool, Owen. Lefty didn't tip you off out of the kindness of his heart. He's going to blow the whistle on you and leave you holding the bag. Am I worth dying or taking a life sentence over, brother?"

"Yes."

"That's your ass talking; your mouth knows better, Owen."

"Is it? I promised Pop on his deathbed that if I ever found the bastard who gave sister her baby I'd kill him, and I don't intend to renege on that promise, Adam."

Talking Owen out of sending me for a walk with the angels was akin to cornholing a wooden dummy. I sighed. No use. Owen was half drunk and all the way pissed off, and far beyond the point of discussion. He had me by the balls, but hope dies hard when you're looking down the hurting end of a gun.

"All right, Owen. I admit I have it coming, but don't do me in like this. Don't shoot me down like a fucking dog. At least untie me and give me the satisfaction of dying on my feet."

The gun was making Owen feel like a little tin god, and the sense of power was getting to his ego in a pervasive sort of way. He noticed the beads of sweat on my brow and his face split in a cruel grin.

"You begging, Adam?"

I took a deep breath, exhaled loudly. "Yes, damn you, I'm begging."

"And you admit to being the motherfucker who put the blocks to sister?"

"Yes."

"Was she good fucking, Adam?"

"Yes."

"Good enough to die over?"

I stared at Owen with surprise. The sonofabitch wasn't only drunk, but for the first time I recognized that he had a hang-up of his own - he was one of those kinky bastards who enjoyed listening to lewd accounts of another man's fuck jobs and suck jobs. Once I became aware of this I really laid it on thick.

"Good? Owen, you don't know the half of it. You should have heard the way she begged for cock when I shoved it up her cunt for the first time and bumped her cherry with the head of my dick. Christ, she ground her hips and mashed her hard little tits against my naked chest and pleaded with me to bury my prick in her pussy, all the way up to my balls. I fucked her, Owen, really fucked her, and when I finished she took my cock in her mouth and sucked the hell out of it."

"She went down on you?"

"Lots of times. She was fruit for the root, Owen. Any way she could get it - in the cunt, in the mouth, even in the ass."

Owen licked his lips and I noticed that his eyes were turning glassy with lust as he imagined the scenes I was painting in his booze-blurred mind.

I also noticed that he had one hell of a bone on. I laughed without humor and continued my recitation of lust's old sweet song:

"She really loved having a big fat whang shoved up her shit chute, Owen. I enjoyed hitting her in the back door. I used to make her get on her hands and knees like a little pooch when I screwed her that way. It was really beautiful. Poetry in motion. I would kneel behind her and feed her ass the meat, and then I would lean back and watch my prick glide back and forth between the cheeks of her tight little ass. Sight of my shit-smeared dick used to drive me half out of my fucking mind, but I'd really go ape after I blew my nuts and let her take my cock in her mouth and clean the shit from it with her lips and her tongue."

I stopped talking and watched little rivers of sweat run down the planes of Owen's face. He was breathing hard, like a fat man behind a lawn mower, and the gun shook in his hand. I kept my eyes on his face and saw it twist into an ugly mask. His free hand dropped to the bulge in his pants and squeezed, and a pulse beat later he shuddered himself into an orgasm.

"Jesus," he said irreverently. "Jesus! Nothing like that ever happened to me before."

"Because you never suspected you could get your jollies that way, Owen. I think you owe me something for showing you the way to a new world of lust."

Owen laughed and shook his head. "Not a chance, Adam. I came here to kill you, and I haven't changed my mind one fucking bit."

"I'm not trying to talk you out of it; I am asking you to untie me so I can die like a man."

"Beg some more."

I begged.

Owen finally got tired of doing the cat and mouse bit. He whipped a switchblade from his pocket and snicked it open. He moved behind the chair I occupied and cut my ropes. I sat there and rubbed circulation into my wrists for a minute or so, then slowly made my feet.

Owen backed away from me with his finger on the trigger. I forced myself to look unafraid but at the same time I could taste the fear that was sloshing around inside my stomach as I said, "I'd like a last drink before you kill me, Owen."

Owen thought it over, nodded. "Be my guest, Adam. But don't get cute. And pour me one while you're at it."

"Sure. We'll drink a toast, Owen. I'll make it as dirty as I can."

"Shut the hell up!"

"Sure, Owen."

I walked over to the liquor bottle on the dresser. I filled two glasses and handed one to Owen. The barrel of his gun played kitcheycoo with my belly button. I held my breath and said, "Here's to pussy, lips and hips, may you have your fill, till your dingus drips."

Owen chuckled at my trite bit of verse. He was lifting the glass to his lips when I tossed mine in his face and twisted to one side. Reflex tripped the trigger and I felt the slug tug at my coattail as it passed by and buried itself in the wall behind me. Owen screamed and dropped the heater. He was clawing at his burning eyes when I scooped the gun from the floor and shot him.

He stopped screaming and crumpled to the floor.

Bleeding at the guts.

Face ugly with pain.

It was Cain and Abel all over again.

His lips worked like a fish out of water. "Help me, Adam."

"Get fucked."

"Help me."

Now it was my turn to play little tin god. "Are you begging, Owen?"

"Yes."

I watched the blood leak out of his stomach and soak into the floor. Then I laughed and walked over to the bottle of booze again. I carried the bottle over to the bed and sat down. I lit a cigarette and watched the life drain out of my brother.

It took Owen a long, long time to die, but he finally made it.

Once he was dead I didn't waste any time. I weighted him down with a rusty anchor and deposited his body in the middle of the lake. Then I returned to the bungalow and turned janitor. It was cracking dawn by the time I finished cleaning up the joint, just in case the fuzz took the time for a careful investigation of the premises, and then I climbed behind the wheel of my brother's heap and headed for Jericho City to take care of Lefty Liptak ... and a few others.

Chapter 5

I killed the day by holing up in a downtown flea-bag. I slept for a few hours and woke up surprised to find that my dead sister hadn't walked into my dreams while I sacked out, but I knew she wouldn't stay away for good. Not yet.

There was still the baby.

I snatched up the phone and called room service. A young bellhop showed up two minutes later with a fifth of vodka and a quart of orange juice. I reached for my wallet and found Irene's panties in the same pocket. Sight of the filmy undies made me remember how expertly Irene had sucked my cock, and the memory of her lips gave me a hard on. The bellhop noticed it and grinned.

I tipped him five bucks, asked, "Any broads available in this dump?"

The baby-faced kid stared at the bulge in my crotch and shook his head. "Does it have to be a girl, sir?"

It was my turn to stare at him, to shake my head. "Not necessarily. Any suggestions, little buddy?"

The little faggot actually blushed. "Maybe."

"How much?"

"I'll let you decide ... afterwards."

I chuckled and guided his hand against my stiff cock. He squeezed it and said, "Big bugger, isn't it?"

I nodded and started to undress. He did the same, and soon we were both naked. He immediately dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He cupped my balls in one hand and massaged my shaft with the other while he proceeded to suck me off. I oozed quickly, but after I blew my wad I still wasn't satisfied. I kept him on his knees and let him nibble on my dick until it got hard again, and then I took it out of his mouth and lifted him to his feet.

"Grab the bed post and hang on, little buddy," I told him. "This one is going up your chubby little ass."

The kid swallowed hard. "I never did it that way before, sir."

"Then you're in for a real thrill, little buddy."

He clutched the bed post with both hands until his knuckles turned white. He begged me to be gentle. He was still begging when I zeroed in on his sphincter and rammed my cock up his beautiful ass.

"Ouch, that hurts, that hurts!"

I reached around his hip and found his penis. It was small but hard. I tightened my fingers around his dingus and jerked him off a bit while I continued to fuck him in the ass. The pain passed, as I knew it would, and soon he was tossing his haunches against my penis like a whore on an errand of mercy. He was good. Damn good. The best piece of boy I'd had in a long time.

"Fuck me, daddy," he panted. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oooh, that feels so good! I love the feel of your juicy cock in my ass. I love you, I love your big fat cock. Fuck me, hurt me. Shit, shit, shit!"

I kept pounding the cock to his ass.

Played with his prick.

Sweat ran down into my eyes.

Legs cramped.

"Harder, daddy, harder!"

I locked my cock deep in his ass and filled it with my jism. I backed away from him. I stood there and watched the milky liquid run out of his anus and down his legs. His asshole twitched from the happiness I'd given it.

He bolted for the John.

I sat on the edge of the bed and built myself a screwdriver. I was drinking and smoking when the kid returned, looking embarrassed. He still had a hard on. I reached out and took his dick in my hand. I intended to jerk him off, but I took another look at his little pink peter and wondered how it would feel to go down on him!

I'd never copped a joint in my life, but I wanted to eat this sweet-looking peter. The kid seemed to read my mind.

"Go ahead, sir. I'd like that."

I hesitated. Me suck a dick? The desire was strange. I didn't want to end up being a cocksucker. I liked women too much ...

"Maybe I'd better not, little buddy."

"Go ahead, sir. It won't hurt you where women are concerned. One of my best friends swings on a limb and makes it with women. He's AC-DC."

The kid didn't have to talk much to convince me. I wanted to suck his cock so bad I could taste it, and a moment later I did.

His semen tasted delicious.

Almost as delicious as the honey that flows from a woman's cunt.

Chapter 6

Early night found me walking along Skid Row, bound for Lefty's Place. I took my time. There was no reason to hurry. Lefty would keep. The dumb bastard thought I was dead.

A wino staggered up to me and started his line: "Help an old soldier down on his -"

"Beat it, punk; I'm working this side of the street."

"Wise guy."

"Fuck you, jughead."

Skid Row was just as ugly by night as it was by day. It was like walking through a living graveyard where the corpses walked aimlessly, drank wine and feasted on misery. A neon wilderness of violence, greed and lust - everything in the book. Hookers zeroed in on me with decaying smiles and pendulous breasts, unable to hide the contempt they felt toward the men who had put so many mattress miles on their bodies for the price of a few bucks.

I passed the Midnight Mission and an old hag stepped out of the doorway and walked up to me and said, "Have you found the Lord?"

"I didn't even know he was lost."

I kept walking. In the doorway of an abandoned store a dirty, bearded old man sat sleeping off a wine jag. Someone had stolen his shoes and tied a brick to the sole of each foot. Tomorrow the wino would trod to the mission in his smelly socks and bum another pair. So it went. A madman's carnival. But nobody ever caught the brass ring. Lefty Liptak might have caught it eventually, if he hadn't tried to fuck me around.

I reached Lefty's Place and went inside. I had a beer and asked for Lefty. He wasn't due for another hour. I had a few more brews, then went outside and waited in the shadows that filled the parking lot he rented for his customers.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Lefty Liptak nosed his heap into the lot and climbed out of it. His footsteps crunched on the loose gravel as he came toward me. I waited until I heard him breathing, then stepped out of the shadows and said, "Payday, Lefty."

And then I hit him. My fist connected with the point of his jaw and knocked him down on his ass so hard I thought I heard the change rattle in his pockets. He shook his head and tried to get up; I stepped in and kicked him in the face.

"Now we're even for the shoe you gave me out at the lake, Lefty."

He blinked, looked up at me, and there was terror in his eyes. I stood over him, gun in hand, my teeth bared in what I hoped was a wolfish grin.

"You always were a dumb punk, Lefty," I said. "You proved it last night when you came out to the lake, and then turned Owen loose on me."

Lefty blinked again. "I -"

"I only wanted a piece of the action, not all of it, Lefty. You should have let me have it. Your mistake. Now I'm going to take the whole damn bit."

"All right."

"Just like that, eh? Don't try to con me, Lefty. I didn't lay for you tonight just to deliver a message. Telling me it's all right won't buy you out of the jam you're in. I intend to stay in this town, and I don't intend to do it with my back to any wall. You've got to go, punk."

Lefty stared at the gun in my hand. "Don't kill me, Adam. Please don't kill me."

"Get up."

He did.

"In your car, Lefty. You and I are going for a ride in the country. Relax, I'm not going to shoot you."

Lefty relaxed and drove us out into the boondocks. I kept my promise. I didn't shoot him. I simply knocked him out, then went to work on a sapling with my shiv. I sharpened one end and drove it into the ground. Then I sharpened the other end and went about the task of reviving Lefty Liptak. He was surprised to find himself still alive, and even more surprised to find himself naked.

"What the -?"

I chuckled. "I brought you out here to play an old game, Lefty. It's called spin the asshole."

"You're going to fuck me?"

"Yes, with a piece of wood, punk. The ancients had a unique way of torturing their victims to death I've always wanted to try on someone." I nodded toward the pointed stake I'd driven into the ground. "They used to take their victims and hang a stake in their shit chutes. Real sporty. The victim stood there with the tip of the stake up his ass, and as he became weaker and weaker his body would sink down on the stake until it finally killed him."

"You bastard!"

I pretended I didn't hear him, continued: "The gents doing the punishing usually cut the man's hands off so he couldn't pull the stake out of his ass, but I don't buy the amputation bit, so all I'm going to do is tie your hands behind your back."

Lefty made his last bid for freedom. I wrestled him to the ground and tied him up with his own belt. Then I dragged him over to the stake and lowered him into position. Lefty screamed as the tip of the stake dug into his anus. Once his asshole was hooked, I stepped back and watched the show.

"My God!" Lefty rasped as he tried to reach the stake and pull it out of his ass. "Oh, my God!"

I lit a cigarette and leaned against Lefty's car. I watched him walk around the stake, getting weaker and weaker. The blood oozing out of his ass and down his legs gave me a hard on, and I took my cock out and started to play with it ...

Lefty stopped screaming curses at me as death reached out to take his hand. He ignored death's outstretched hand for a few more seconds, then cursed me one more time and sat down on the stake to end his misery, and when the bloody stake popped into view through his rib cage I gave my cock a final lick and squirted my jism in his ugly face.

I stuffed my prick back in my pants and zipped up. I looked at the dead man and said, "Adios, punk."

Lefty didn't answer.

I drove back to Jericho City and parked Lefty's car in front of the Doll House. I went inside. The joint was crowded to the point of overflowing, filled with the drone of voices in various stages of intoxication, ice tinkling against cheap glass, the blaring of a jukebox and the pleasant ringing of Verna Murdock's cash register.

There was a new face behind the bar - a man I'd never seen before. I motioned him toward the end of the bar and asked, "Where's Verna?"

"Upstairs."

"The back room running?"

He was too stupid to do anything else, so he nodded.

"I'm going back there, pal. Meanwhile, call Verna and tell her to get her ass down here."

"Just a -"

I headed for the back room. The two men who had been with Lefty Liptak at the lake were milking a pair of tourists when I walked in. I kicked their chairs out from under them and told the tourists to shag ass. They did. Then I helped the goons to their feet and told them the bad news. Neither man cried. They exchanged disgusted glances and one said, "There goes our Christmas bonus, Marvin."

"Yeah."

"Not necessarily," I said. "I could use two good men. Interested?"

They were.

"Take the night off and report for work tomorrow. Work hard and you'll get your Christmas bonus from me."

Verna walked in as they walked out. She looked frightened. She had good reason to be frightened.

"Lefty's dead," I told her. "I'm damn near tempted to let you join him. I got no use for a pig who sells me out."

"He scared me into doing as he asked, Adam."

I cursed her and punched her in the breasts and knocked her to the floor. She landed hard. She was wearing a Mexican blouse and a flaring skirt. I reached down and ripped off her blouse and tossed it in her homely face. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her to her feet. The blood drained from her face and terror jumped into her eyes, for she was expecting me to kill her. I didn't want her dead, but I did want her to know that it didn't pay to sell me out to the lowest bidder. I worked her over. I messed her face up a little, and I figured that even a busted nose would improve her present looks. I worked her mug over a bit, then dropped my fists and punched the shit out of her bra-covered tits until she dropped to her knees and begged for mercy.

I helped her up from the floor.

I knew she would never sell me out again.

There was a bottle of rye on the table, along with four glasses. I poured two drinks.

"Sit down, Verna."

"Yes, Adam."

I looked at her bra-covered tits and saw the nipples punching against the cloth that covered them. The beating had both hurt and excited her to the point where she was hot enough to fuck ...

"Tell me about Lefty's Place, Verna."

"What do you want to know?"

"Is it a paying spot?"

Verna nodded. "The right kind of Skid Row joint always pays good, and Lefty's is the right kind. He has the package concession and makes a killing from cheap wine alone, not to mention the other stuff."

"Who gets the joint now that Lefty's dead?"

"I do."

"Come again?"

Verna sighed wearily. "The joint belongs to me, Adam. It always has. Lefty was my front, nothing more. He was also a distant cousin of mine. I told the dumb slob to stay away from you, but he got greedy and tried to branch out. Now he's dead, and now I need another front for the place."

"You'll have one."

"You?"

I shook my head. "Owen's widow."

"Ursula?"

"Why not? The wino's and dingbat's will hand her Joy Street on a silver hubcap the minute she takes over. She can double in brass as a shill for our poker games, too. Cops? No problem. Ursula can fuck them or suck them into looking the other way. Sound good?"

"Does it matter what I think, Adam?"

"No." I smiled to take the sting out of the no and said, "Let's drink to our new partnership, and then I'll see what I can do about those stiff nipples of yours."

Verna smiled and we were asshole buddies again. We touched glasses and downed our booze. Then I stuck my finger in her mouth and said, "You'll notice that I didn't bruise those blood red lips of yours, baby. I was mad, but not mad enough to ruin your cocksucker."

We stood up and I took her in my arms. Her big breasts mashed against my chest and her hand dropped between us, found my dick and massaged it into hardness.

"I want you," Verna hissed. "I want you so very much, Adam."

I pushed her away from me and ripped the bra from her body; her breasts spilled free and my lips zeroed in on her jutting nipples. Verna hung onto my penis as if she feared my throbbing and drooling tool would get away from her before she could suck the jism out of it. I sucked her tits and loosened the zipper on her skirt, and a few seconds later her panties joined the skirt on the floor and I had my hand full of hairy and juicy cunt.

"You want me to lap your snatch, Verna?" I asked as I tweaked her clitoris.

"Don't tease me, Adam."

"Who's teasing? I asked you if you wanted me to suck your pussy?"

She took my cock out of my pants and milked a drop of juice from the head of it. "I'd like that, Adam. You really know how to put the tongue to a girl and put her into orbit."

I had my reasons for lapping her tired old snatch. I had given her a rough time tonight, rough enough to make her want to get even, and this I didn't want. I wanted her more than afraid of me; I wanted her eating out of my hand and defending me to every motherfucker who came within reaching distance of me, and I figured that a well fucked and well sucked broad was the best form of insurance I could get. So I sank to my knees and took her clitoris between my teeth, then dropped my tongue and tasted the sweet lubricity of her melting cunt.

"Oh, Adam!"

I rammed my tongue in between the lips of her pussy.

"Oooh, that's simply beautiful, Adam! I love the way you do that, darling. You certainly know how to yodel in the canyon. Ahhhh ..."

My lips made sucking sounds against her pussy and my tongue was like a snake on the verge of a nervous breakdown, darting in and out of her wet snatch, lifting her higher and higher toward the peak of passion. Her hips began to grind with wild abandonment and my tongue kept time with her twisting hips. I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her ass and my thumb groped blindly, found, and crawled inside her asshole to tickle the shit out of her.

Verna squealed with pleasure as my thumb probed beyond her sphincter. She locked my face against the lips of her slobbering cunt and increased the speed of her hips until my neck ached and my lips threatened to lose their grip on her cunt and end up in that minute patch of flesh between vagina and anus. She made the strangest sounds of passion from deep within her throat, then raked my shoulders with her long fingernails, and even through my shirt the pain was real and horrible, and I loved the ugly old bitch for hurting me.

"Now, darling," she cried, "now!"

I jammed my thumb in her ass and held her ass tighter. Verna moaned in ecstasy and shoved her cunt hard against my face. Her body moved spasmodically and turned warm all over as the bomb of passion exploded in her cunt and filled my waiting mouth with the liquid debris of her appreciation.

"That was the best come ever," Verna said with a dreamy smile. "You're a damn good cunt lapper, Adam. Nobody's ever made me blow so many fuses before. I thought you'd suck my belly button out through my cunt before you finished me with that beautiful rough tongue of yours."

I came up off my knees and palmed her tits. She took my penis in her hand. I grinned at her and said, "Now me, baby."

"How, darling?"

"You know the way I like it."

"I know. You like to have your skin flute played by a pair of ripe red lips."

I kissed the tips of her massive breasts and squeezed them gently. "That's the name of the game I like, baby. So go to it. Kneel and worship at my temple of phallus."

Verna laughed throatily and slowly sank to her knees. She moved her lips and teased my scrotum with the tip of her tongue. I shivered like a dog shitting dull razor blades and grabbed her ears. Her lips worked their way up my veined shaft until they reached the head, and then her lips splayed apart and she took about three inches of my penis inside her steaming mouth.

"Suck, baby, suck. Give me the best pipe job I ever had. God, baby, that's the way, that's the way!"

Verna sucked and made loud gurgling sounds deep in her throat. Her fingers teased my balls as my penis wormed its way in and out of her mouth and got slipperier by the suck. She played soul music on my sex organ, and soon passion gripped me where I lived and I felt myself passing through mists that seemed to cloud my mind. A loud scream broke past the shackles of my frozen lips and reality became a blur, time lost its meaning, and I felt myself moving at breakneck speed toward the oblivion of release ...

I looked down at the kneeling woman and watched my cock slip out from between her lips. She lifted her face and smiled at me. Droplets of semen clung to the corners of her mouth and the semen clinging there made me visualize her as an antediluvian, ugly and very rabid vampire who had just finished sucking the life out of my cock. I hated her and, paradoxically, I loved her. I wanted to destroy her, but all I did was wipe my dick in her hair and say gently, "Don't be afraid, Irene. I won't hurt you. Nobody will ever hurt you again."

And a moment later I remembered that the Irene I had in mind was fifteen years dead ...

"Are you all right, Adam?" Verna asked anxiously as she came to her feet. "You look as if you just saw a ghost."

You look as if you just saw a ghost ...

The words sounded familiar. I frowned. Somebody else had recently said the same thing to me. Who? Where? I shrugged the words from my mind. Fuck it.

I retrieved my coat from the floor and handed it to Verna to replace the blouse I'd ripped from her body.

"I'm going upstairs for awhile, Verna."

She slipped into the coat, buttoned it over her tits. "Want me to come with you, Adam?"

"No. But do me a favor."

"Name it."

"Phone Irene and have her come over. Send her up to my room. I might as well straighten her ass out once and for all about who's running the show from here on in."

I went upstairs and took a shower. I was wiping my balls when Irene arrived. I chuckled. Verna didn't believe in wasting time.

"Well, daddy, I see you cheated that kinky old grim reaper out of a good time. Lefty?"

"He lost."

"And now it's my turn, huh?"

"Does the thought frighten you, puss?"

"Shit. Dying is no problem, daddy; it's this fucking living that bugs my ass."

"You've been watching too much television, puss."

Irene laughed. "Man, you're ripe and ready for the squirrels yourself. So what do we do now, coach - punt or sex it up and forgive each other our weaknesses?"

"Up to you, puss."

Her hips undulated beneath her snug skirt as she walked up to me and insinuated the length of her pliant body against mine. Her warmth excited me. I trapped her ripe red lips against mine and slipped my tongue in between her teeth and explored the sweet darkness of her inner mouth. By the time I finished French kissing Irene, she was breathless.

"I'm up tight, daddy," she panted as she ground her cunt against my dick. "Peel me down and pour the meat to me. Hurry, daddy!"

I shook my head. "Do it yourself, and hurry. I'm so hard my balls ache."

Irene nodded and went to work on her clothing. There would be no slow strip this time, for she was as starved for cock as I was for pussy. I watched her undress and my mind rioted with the madness of desire. It was the same as watching her dead mother doing the tease ...

"The sweater, baby," I rasped. "Take that damn sweater off first."

"Yes, daddy."

Irene teased the sweater over her head and dropped it across the back of a nearby chair. Her beautiful knockers looked warm to her touch as she caressed them for a moment, and then she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She tossed the twin hammocks of silk aside and cocked her head in a listening attitude, the same way she had done at the lake just before Lefty and his goons walked in on me, and I wondered what the hell was bugging her this time. I wondered but I didn't ask; a stiff cock and the prospect of pussy and lips always gives me amnesia.

"Peel, baby, peel."

"Yes, daddy. You see my titties. Now I'm going to show you my tight little pussy."

The zipper on her hip sang a song of lust as she loosened it and pushed her skirt down past her hips and kicked it across the room. She placed the palms of her hands against the front of her brief panties and then looked down, intrigued by the triangular patch of cunt hair she could see through her filmy scanties. She reminded me of a female Narcissus for a moment, the way her mother had reminded me of the same Greek punk many years ago. The little bitch was in love with her own image.

Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of her panties. In a few pulse beats she was stark naked. My aching prick drooled and turned rabid with lust. She cupped her exciting twin globes of flesh and watched her own nipples stiffen with desire. I stepped forward and dropped my face between her tits. My hot tongue caressed the nipples of her knockers, and Irene shrilled, "Now you, daddy. Take your clothes off and feed me that beautiful flute of yours."

I didn't have much to remove, a pair of slacks and a T-shirt. I got rid of both in one hell of a hurry and took her in my arms again. Her tits blazed hotly against my chest and my stiff whang nuzzled the curly hair between her warm thighs. The touch of my hands on her naked flesh sent shivers of delight racing through her body like invisible mice running a foot race to hell. I ran my hands down her back and dug my fingers into the tight cheeks of her ass, then eased a finger into her anus. Her fingernails raked my shoulders and the stinging told me that the little bitch had drawn blood, but I didn't give a shit; all that mattered was that the pony was young and juicy and willing ... and all mine.

I knew that from this moment on she would always be mine ... or else I would kill her.

I was sucking her lovely tits when I felt her stiffen and I moved my head in time to see her glance toward the door again. I removed my finger from her asshole and shoved her across the bed. Her breasts trembled and pointed toward the ceiling. A strange smile played at the corners of her mouth as her thighs drifted apart and I knelt between them, but I still didn't tumble to the fact that she was waiting for something other than the stiff dick I was about to shove up her quivering pussy.

It didn't take long once I slipped my cock inside her snatch. The wet lips of her pussy tightened over my shaft and turned my blood hot with passion. My mouth found her tits again and I sucked her nipples until she was damn near crazy. My mouth and tongue created a fierce flame that spread to her loins. Her hips twisted with lust and her legs lifted and clenched my body against hers. I exploded like a bomb of flesh and filled the pool of her pussy with the liquid of my release ...

"I could use a drink," I said later.

Irene slid out of the rumpled bed. "I'll get it, daddy."

I watched her walk toward the liquor cabinet, her tight little ass twitching. She gave me an over the shoulder glance and this time I noticed that something was holding her up tight.

I remembered Ursula using marihuana and asked Irene, "You on the hook, kid?"

She didn't pretend to misunderstand me. She shook her head and said, "Junk is dumb, daddy. No, I don't use the stuff. What made you ask?"

"The way you're acting. Nervous. And you keep looking toward the door as if you expect someone to walk in and fuck us around."

Irene carried the drinks over to the bed and nuzzled her tits against my shoulder as she sat down beside me.

"I'm all right. Guess I was feeling spooky over Owen's and Lefty's sudden introduction to the local undertaker. I'm sorry you had to kill them. Do you think you'll get away with it?"

"Why shouldn't I get away with it?"

Irene giggled and sipped her drink. "No reason, daddy. Just asking."

Her naked tits brushed against my arm again and I felt the start of another erection. I lowered my unfinished drink to the floor. Irene laughed seductively as I took her tits in my hands again and kneaded them until her nipples were as stiff as my cock.

"Which route this time, daddy?"

"Up the old dirt road, baby. On your hands and knees. Daddy has a long cork he wants to plug in your tight little asshole."

"I'd rather stretch out on my back and take your cock up my ass that way, daddy," Irene said breathlessly. "That way you can suck my titties and fuck my ass at the same time."

"All right."

Irene rolled over on her back and I tucked a pillow under her hips. Her chestnut hair fanned out against the pillow and framed her beautiful face. Her tits pointed ceiling-ward and the hairs of her pussy glistened as the overhead light touched them. Her legs were parted like open scissors of flesh. I knelt between them and she guided the knob of my turgid flesh against her puckered asshole. Her hand was magic on my dick. She held the head of it against her sphincter and caressed the shaft with anxious fingers. I didn't want a hand job. I smiled down at her tits and lunged into her. Pain twisted her beautiful face into a mask of agony as I filled her anus with my lance of love, all the way to the balls.

"You bastard," Irene hissed. "You enjoy tearing a girl's ass up with that first brutal lunge into her shit chute, don't you? Sadist. You're nothing but a fucking sadist!"

"Shut the hell up and start wriggling that sweet little ass of yours."

"Sadist!"

I jammed my cock up her ass and bit one of her nipples. She screamed and tried to squirm out from under me. I ground my cock inside her pooper and bit harder on her tit. She stopped struggling and relaxed in the embrace of unconsciousness.

I didn't stop. I kept fucking her in the ass. I poured it to her. My cock turned slippery and I looked down to find a bit of blood smeared on my dick. I grinned, happier than a mouse in a cheese factory, and the sight of blood made me get with it and blow my nuts. I squirted my jism into her, then removed my cock from her bleeding ass and wiped it on a corner of the counterpane. I looked at Irene. Her ass was elevated from the pillow I'd tucked under her hips, and now I watched her blood and my jism run out of her asshole and soak into the rumpled sheet beneath her. She was still out like a light. I didn't bother to revive her. I climbed out of the sack and mixed myself a fresh drink. I was lifting the glass to my lips when the door opened and Ursula and Verna Murdock walked into the room.

Mice of fear raced up and down my spine.

I smelled trouble.

Ursula shot a hasty glance toward the bed, then at me. Her lips were stretched out in a thin line of anger. "Is she dead?"

I shook my head. "I shoved too much dick up her ass at one time and she passed out. She'll be all right by the time she takes her first shit." I smiled without humor. "The question is, will you two bitches be all right?"

"We'll be in much better shape than you," Ursula replied as she removed her hand from the pocket of her coat and showed me the .25 automatic she had brought along. "I figured you were in trouble from the moment I heard you were back in town, Adam. You proved it by killing your own brother and Lefty Liptak."

I looked at Verna Murdock. "Is this bitch speaking for you, too, Verna?"

Verna stared at my limp dick but made no answer. I concentrated on Ursula. She stood in the middle of the room, dressed in blouse and stretch pants and black boots, her legs spread wide apart, semblance of a bad-assed cowboy in a low budget movie, getting ready to do the Trampas walk down a dusty street and have herself a shoot-out with the sorry motherfucker who was trying to foreclose on the old homestead. She looked silly. And dangerous.

"How come you've got a wild hair up your ass all of a sudden, Ursula?" I asked.

Her eyes turned hot. "I'll tell you why, you stupid sonofabitch - because you killed my connection?"

I remembered that she was a junkie. "Lefty?"

"Lefty."

I snorted. "Shit, I can walk out into the street right now, and in fifteen minutes I'll have enough pot to keep you going for a month."

"I'm not talking about pot, Adam; the kind of stuff I feed my monkey comes from a snowman, and they're damn scarce around Jericho." She took a few steps toward me and slipped her finger inside the trigger guard. "I'm hurting, Adam, and because you made me hurt I'm going to shoot you in the guts and watch you go out slow and hard."

I swallowed the lump of fear that jumped into my throat. I felt like shitting my pants, only I wasn't wearing any at the moment.

"You're stupid, Ursula. Killing my ass won't help get the monkey off your back." I looked at Verna. "Don't you know any snowmen?"

Verna shook her head.

Ursula slipped the safety off on the .25 in her hand and zeroed in on my belt buckle. I was getting ready to scream when Verna struck Ursula's wrist with a book end and sent the gun flying toward me. I snatched the gun from the rug and clouted Ursula alongside the head with it; she melted toward the floor and lay still, but not unconscious.

Now it was my turn to get mad. I jerked Ursula to her feet and started to cut her a new navel with her own gun, but a moment later something hard and heavy crashed against the back of my head and sent me down into the bottomless pit of darkness.

Chapter 7

The night held me in its arms and madness tried to fuck me in the ass of my reason. I was tired. So very tired. But I fought back. I didn't want madness to cornhole me ...

The darkness was filled with horrible unseen things that moved furtively through the underbrush of my mind. I prepared to defend myself. My eyes moved desperately in their sockets as I searched for a weapon with which to defend myself against those horrible unseen things that skulked in the back shadows of my night enshrouded brain. My eyes searched and my mind screamed a silent scream:

Go away, you ugly motherfuckers! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

They didn't.

A weapon. My eyes were alive in their sockets. There! There's a weapon. I snatched it from the black ground and gripped it firmly, and then I attacked the unseen things that prowled in the underbrush, and when they scurried into the open I discovered that they were tiny cunts with hairy legs, and I beat everyone of them to death with my weapon ... a gold brassiere.

A gold bra. The kind Irene had worn the night she took an overdose of sleeping pills and killed herself. The bra turned hot in my hand and I dropped it and watched it flutter into oblivion like a suicidal bat from the depths of hell.

Irene walked into the graveyard of my mind, dressed in a flowing robe of virgin white. Her breasts danced and I saw their nipples jutting against the material that covered them. Irene was smiling. She was happy. She was going to win this time. She knew it. She told me she was going to win.

Go away, Irene! Get the fuck out of my mind!

She reached out to touch me.

I screamed.

Irene shook her tits at me and her lips dripped words I couldn't hear.

Whore, I shouted. Dirty whore! Why don't you crawl back in your fucking grave and let me alone?

Now there were two of them!

Irene in duplicate! Two Irenes!

Mother and daughter ... my sister and the kid I had knocked out of her womb. They were coming toward me, smiling, their pointed teeth showing, no longer trying to conceal the fact that they were a pair of fucking vampires who were out to suck the last drop of sanity from the veins of my brain.

Go away ...

There was fire and pain. Their teeth sank into my legs, my arms ... and the hot lava of agony erupted from the volcano of hell and scorched all reality from my mind and once more dropped me into the midnight abyss of nothingness ...

The nightmare continued. The devil was playing with my prick, and the two Irene's were helping him. They were flute players from hell, each one taking their turn at placing my penis between their lips and sucking the life out of it. Down, down, down. I went from one orgasm into the next, and the pain in my arms and legs and brain became more and more unbearable, and after awhile it didn't matter ...

I opened my eyes to sunlight that splashed across the bed I occupied. The room was filled with silence, like a fucking tomb. I stared up at the ceiling for a long time, and when the ceiling came into focus I moved my head to one side and took a look.

The room was empty.

But not for long.

I tried to move; I couldn't! I lifted my head from the pillow and saw my nakedness ... and the swarm of gauze around my ankles and my wrists. I wondered what the hell had happened. I was still wondering when Irene, Ursula and Verna walked into the room.

"What's going on?" I asked and was surprised at the weakness of my own voice. "How long have I been out?"

"Seventeen days," Ursula answered. "You healed slowly, but you finally made it. Today we remove the bandages from your wrists and ankles. Then we put your legs in those stirrups we fixed to hang from the ceiling and we're in business."

I tasted terror and my glance dropped between my legs. The breath of relief hissed out of me. My cock was still intact. They hadn't turned me into a eunuch!

I tried to move my arms and legs again.

I couldn't do either.

"What did you three bitches do to me?"

They made no answer. They simply looked at each other and laughed until tears filled their eyes. My guts turned sour with fear. I wasn't the one who had gone insane.

The pain and the nightmare I'd endured came from them, not from the ghost of Irene who had once been my sister, until she became my mistress and the mother of the Irene who now stood between Ursula and the ugly-faced Verna Murdock.

Three crazy women. Hell's belles. And I was their prisoner ...

"What did you do to me?"

Nobody answered.

I scowled and studied the three whores who had me at their mercy. Verna first. She was wearing a pair of miniature silver bell earrings, lipstick and nothing else. Her gigantic tits bounced in time to her ragged breathing, and her hairy cunt twitched with desire as she looked between my legs. Just the thought of how hungry she looked caused my sleeping penis to stir and come awake, and I looked where Verna was staring and saw the big bastard standing at half mast, almost as if it were brooding about the seventeen days it had gone without lips, asshole or pussy.

I wondered if Verna would tell me what was the matter with my arms and legs. I doubted it. Now that she had the edge on me, getting anything out of her would be tougher than trying to repossess a whore's mattress during her rush hour. But I took a chance and threatened her:

"I'll get your ass for this, Verna," I said.

"Shit," Verna said with a snort. "You're through getting even or anything else, Adam. From now on all you're going to do is dance our tune."

Ursula laughed and my eyes jumped toward her. She was pouring herself a drink. She was dressed in black leather again - panties, bra and needle-heeled boots. My eyes feasted on the crotch of her black leather panties and my dick got a little bit harder. I wondered if she had the black leather dildo I'd once shoved up her ass here with her, and I wished I could shove it up her shit chute again ... after I filled it full of razor blade slivers.

"Look," Irene squealed as she pointed between my legs. "His dingus is standing up like a fucking fence post."

"Ursula will take care of the sweet thing," Ursula said as she came over to the bed and deposited her ass on the edge of the mattress. "She knows how to make beautiful music on Adam's skin flute, doesn't she, darling?"

I made no answer. I didn't know if she was talking to me or my dick.

Ursula took my cock in her hand and smiled down at me. I was scared shitless, but at the same time I looked at her ripe red mouth and wished to hell she would hurry up and take my cock between her lips and suck the juice out of it. But she didn't. Not right away. Instead she held my penis loosely in her hand and nodded toward Verna and Irene.

Irene was as naked as Verna, but much more beautiful. She was young, tender, and juicy ... and I wished I could ram my dick up her tight white ass and fuck the shit out of her once more. Then I remembered the last time and how I'd torn her asshole and made it bleed, and I doubted that she would ever let me cornhole her again.

A sore asshole made for a sore loser.

Girls were funny that way.

"Put his feet in those stirrups," Ursula told Verna and Irene. "It's time we started collecting from this sorry motherfucker." Then she looked at me again and said, "All these years, Adam. You should have stayed away. Nobody remembered you. You should have left it that way. But you didn't. You had to come back and fuck the works up. Your mistake, cat. Now you'll pay for that mistake."

"Get fucked, Ursula."

Ursula shook her head. "No, you're the one who's going to get fucked from now on, Adam."

I didn't feel a thing in my legs as Verna and Irene lifted them and stuck my feet through the stirrups they must have swiped from the local Saddle Club. By the time they finished, my legs were wide apart and my ass was at least four inches off the mattress. I looked silly with my legs in the air and my stiff cock sticking up like a pole of flesh, but I didn't feel like laughing.

I doubted I would ever laugh again.

These three whores were serious.

Dead serious.

I tried to move my arms again. No response. For all the good they were doing me, they might as well have been sticks of wood.

Ursula grinned at me and told Irene, "I left my leather dildo in the next room. Get it."

I damn near choked on my own spit. "What are you going to do to me, Ursula?"

"Let me spell it out for you," Ursula hissed. "It's really quite simple. I'm going to strap that dildo to myself and shove it up your ass."

"You can't do that!"

"The hell you say. I'll do it, Adam, and without the benefit of grease. Call it revenge for the way you made Irene's ass bleed, call it anything you like, but you're going to get it in the end."

I hated the lousy whore for making a bad joke.

Irene returned with the black leather dildo and Ursula strapped it around her waist. She didn't bother to remove her leather bra or her leather panties. She was smiling wickedly as she moved to the foot of the bed and crawled in between my elevated legs. I felt a sudden dryness fill my mouth as the cold knob of the black dildo came into contact with my anus. I felt my sphincter pucker up and try to get away from the awesome imitation prick she was about to force past it.

Ursula held the knob against my anus. She was smiling, teasing me, waiting until I relaxed my guard before she shoved it to me.

"Don't," I croaked. "That will hurt. I don't want to be hurt. Please. I'll be good. I'll go away from Jericho and never bother any of you again."

Ursula shook her head. "It's no use, Adam. You can't ever go away from us. You're ours. We made you ours seventeen nights back. Without us ... you're dead ... so just relax and let Ursula fuck you in your ass with her dildo."

I tried to clench my fists and punch Ursula between her heaving breasts. I couldn't move a muscle.

Helpless ...

Sweat tickled the palms of my hands. My eyes never left her face. Her expression was a mirror of twisted lust. The dildo continued to nuzzle my asshole. Ursula leaned toward me. Her tits swung toward my face. I waited for her tits to reach my lips. I wanted to see if I could kiss her nipples into stiffness and make them show through the leather bra that held them captive. I was getting my lips ready to receive her breasts when Ursula made an unexpected lunge and rammed her dildo all the way up my virginal ass!

I screamed like a whore who had just turned a trick and got paid off with counterfeit money.

I felt as if I had a telephone pole shoved up my ass.

"You're hurting me, you're hurting me! My God, I'm dying!"

Ursula smiled sweetly at me. "Pain is the name of the game, Adam. Now you know how Lefty felt when you impaled him on that stake, how Irene felt when you shoved your dick up her ass and made her hemorrhage."

I kept screaming.

Now I knew ...

Ursula kept fucking me.

And hurting me.

The black leather dildo was tearing me up, driving me out of my fucking mind. My hemorrhoids begged for mercy but the artificial pecker remained merciless. A million bumblebees with fire in their stingers burned the inside of my ass. Blood oozed out of me as the dildo slid in and out of my anus. Pain. Blind pain. Hot nails being driven into my skull, behind my eyelids ...

The room was blurred, then came into focus again, and now I saw Irene's lust-flushed face and heard her shrill: "Pour it to him, Ursie. Fuck the shit out of that dirty sonofabitch! That's it, Ursie - tear his ass up the way he tore mine up! Rearrange his piles, Ursie! Make a real sorry asshole bandit out of him! Beautiful, Ursie. Just beautiful!"

Verna Murdock stood on the other side of the bed, licking her lips as her eyes caressed my cock. The head of my whang jabbed at Ursula's black leather bra, and once in awhile she would change her position and then the knob would nuzzle the area just above her dimpled navel. I could tell that Verna was jealous of what my dick was doing. She wanted that skin flute in her mouth. She wanted to play a tune on it ...

"Lousy flute player," I screamed at Verna. "You teamed up with these two sorry motherfuckers and fucked yourself out of a juicy dick. Now you'll never get to eat my root. Ursula and Irene are young; they'll take care of every hard on I get and let you starve to death before they let you taste my cock again." I laughed like a berserk woodpecker. "How does it feel to look and not be able to touch or taste my root, Verna?"

Verna stared at my cock.

Maybe at the outset of whatever in hell had happened to me she didn't care.

Now she did care.

Verna tore her eyes from my penis and shot me a guarded look. I stopped screaming and answered her with a wink. I ignored the pain in my bleeding ass and waited for Verna to make her move.

Ursula kept fucking me with the dildo, and the blood kept running out of my ass. Irene stopped laughing and grabbed my cock, then guided it toward her lust-puckered lips and swallowed the knob plus a few inches of my turgid flesh, and then she proceeded to suck me off ...

"Let me suck him a little," Verna said.

Irene took my cock out of her mouth and laughed at Verna. "Get away from me, you ugly old bitch; this dong is mine."

Verna tried to pull Irene away from my penis. Irene cursed and punched Verna in the mouth. Hate twisted Verna's face into an ugly mask and made it uglier. Now the string was broken - the shit was about to hit the fan. I shouted encouragement as Verna grabbed a fistful of Irene's chestnut hair and jerked it. Irene screamed and tried to squirm away. There was a brief struggle and then they both fell across the bed and started wrestling and clawing at each other like a pair of ill tempered alley cats. I knew they were fighting over my cock. I was beginning to feel like the prize dress at a rummage sale.

I turned my head and watched them. Their naked bodies were locked together. Their tits were mashed together and their faces were flushed with temper and almost touching. Verna's mouth bled at one corner.

"Bitch," Verna hissed, "I'll kill you for hurting me!"

Irene laughed hysterically and kneed Verna in the cunt. "You couldn't kill a bottle of cheap wine, let alone me, bitch."

Verna trapped Irene's tits in her hands and squeezed them hard. Irene's face turned into the color of chalk as she grabbed a handful of Verna's pussy hair and gave it a violent jerk, and now both tried to get away from each other.

Ursula yelled at them to cut it out. They didn't hear her. They were too busy trying to kill each other.

Ursula jerked the dildo out of my ass and joined the sex riot. She unstrapped the peter cheater and turned it into a blackjack. She whacked Irene over the head with it and knocked her to the floor. It didn't end there. Ursula followed Irene to the floor and began brutally clubbing her naked breasts with the black leather dildo. The dildo made squishing sounds against Irene's tits. Ursula kept beating her until Irene was a sobbing pile of naked flesh on the floor.

"You're killing me!" Irene whimpered, and then and only then did Ursula stop clubbing her.

During all this time Verna Murdock enjoyed herself. The moment Ursula took after Irene Verna scooted closer to my penis and took it in her eager hand. I watched her football teats heaving with anger and passion, and I watched her lust-flushed face. Her mouth moved toward the head of my cock and I whispered, "Do you want it just for the moment, or do you want to be able to eat my cock forever, Verna?"

"Forever, Adam."

"Then get rid of these two bitches who talked you into fucking me up, baby, or they'll never let you near my whang again. You know it. They just proved it a minute ago."

I didn't really give a shit about Ursula; I was thinking about the two Irene's who had tried to destroy my mind. One was dead. I wanted the other one the same way.

Maybe then I would be able to sleep in peace again, and bury them forever.

Verna started to go after my stiff cock without answering, and a pulse beat later Ursula came up off the floor and turned the dildo against Verna.

"Look out," I shouted unnecessarily.

Verna released my dick and turned on the bed to meet the onslaught of Ursula's dildo. Verna lifted her knee and tucked it under Ursula's jaw and flipped her backwards and over the foot of the bed. Verna followed Ursula to the floor, her claws bared for battle.

I couldn't see them. I could see Irene. She sat on the floor, sobbing loudly, holding her battered tits and puking all over herself.

A moment later Ursula and Verna rolled into view. Ursula was trying to shove the dildo up Verna's ass, and Verna was trying to take the leather lover away from her. I was rooting for Verna.

"Take her, Verna," I shouted, at the same time wishing I could get out of bed and help her. "Take her all the way, baby. Get that dildo away from her and ram it down her stinking throat. Go baby, go!"

Verna Murdock did.

She turned into a tigress, clawed and scratched, bit and kicked and gouged until Ursula dropped the dildo and started begging for mercy, but Verna wasn't buying the deal. She rolled Ursula over on her back and tugged the leather panties from Ursula's body, along with the bra, and when she was naked Verna took the dildo and rammed it down her throat.

Ursula twitched like an epileptic and made the usual strangling sounds before she died ...

"Now Irene," I told Verna. "Kill her, kill her, kill her ... "

A couple of minutes later Irene lay curled up on the floor like a broken and abandoned doll the day after Christmas.

It was all over.

Or so I thought.

Verna lurched to her feet. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled at me, at my stiff penis. She moved toward me like a sleepwalker, and the somnambulistic quality of her movements made me think of a zombie.

"Now you're mine forever," Verna said with a wild laugh. "You always were - ever since the day of the funeral. Your sister Irene's funeral." She even sounded like a nut.

I stared at her tits. "My arms and legs - what happened to them?"

Verna didn't answer. Instead she sank down on the bed and took my penis in her hand. I didn't ask her any more questions. It would have been a waste of time. All she was interested in was playing my flute, so I simply relaxed and let her play it.

Her head moved toward the knob of my penis. Her lips parted and then her tongue came out and licked the dew from my knob. I felt her tits burn against my stomach and I wished I could reach under her and take them in my hands, then bring them up to my lips and suck those long and beautiful nipples of hers until she shuddered her cunt into a series of orgasms that would leave her completely exhausted. But it didn't happen that way.

It never would.

Not anymore.

There was a zombie in the room, only it wasn't her. The zombie was me.

Verna cupped my balls in her hand and took the length of my flute down into her throat. Her lips worked in a milking fashion and a minute or so later the jism spurted out of my cock and splashed into her waiting mouth ...

My cock slipped out from between Verna's lips. She licked the sweat from my scrotum and the jism from my sore and bleeding ass, and after awhile she sat up in bed and smiled at my penis as she stroked it with her hand and tried to harden it again.

"Verna?"

She pulled her eyes away from my phallus and looked at me with a blankness that made my heart stop beating.

"Yes, darling?"

"What did Ursula and Irene do to my arms and legs, Verna?"

Verna giggled. "They didn't do anything," and kissed me on the lips. "I cut your tendons and made a cripple out of you. Your arms and legs will be useless for the rest of your life, Adam." She giggled again. "I reduced you to a helpless vegetable. Your sister, Ursula, Irene - none of them really wanted you the way I did. Now you're mine, Adam. But don't worry. I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

And Verna Murdock did take care of me. Every day, every night she would climb into the feathers with me and take my flute of flesh between her ripe red lips and suck me off ...

Up and down.

Sucking the very soul out of me. Every day. Until she died.

After that there was nothing. Nobody came to the attic where Verna had moved me to hide me from the police. I started screaming but it was a waste of breath, for the attic was soundproofed and the shutter on the only window was closed. I felt like the last man on earth.

Hungry.

And tired.

No matter.

The nightmare that had haunted me all these years would soon be over ... and I would be free ... because the dead don't dream.

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The Flute Players ....(62k)    by Jack Pine




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