Gaylord's wealthy mother had her over-sexed teenager committed to an exclusive nut house. That wasn't nice and Gaylord resented it-especially since he wasn't guilty, as claimed, of raping a few of his mother's horny girl friends. It was the other way 'round.
After escaping from the sanitarium, Gaylord went on a rampage. His long pent-up sexual feelings found expression first with Gerri and Bev-two fun-loving girls on vacation in their camper. The girls not only got Gaylord's nuts off, they also provided him with a disguise. He donned a ladies pants suit and a padded bra and, with his own shoulder-length blonde hair, took off with the girls' car.
Gaylord had no trouble passing as a girl, and an attractive one at that. One old guy even made a pass at him-and was he surprised to find himself with a handful of cock and balls! But that wasn't Gaylord's thing. He wanted to score with hot, young pussy and he found his disguise more help than harm. He gained entrance to the ladies John as well as various girls' bedrooms. Girls trusted him-until he lowered his pink panties and displayed the awesome equipment thrusting out from between the straps of his lacy garter belt.
For some, the disclosure was unnerving. Others took keen delight in the unexpected opportunity to have a surprise fuck with the well-hung Gaylord ... an attitude that gratified him exceedingly. There was Susan and Katie and Magda and Patti and ... well,-it was an adventure of magnificent erotic proportions.
Follow Gaylord into the ladies rooms and boudoirs of some of the choicest pussy imaginable. It's a trip.
CHAPTER ONE
The private sanitarium located near a mountainous area in upstate Pennsylvania had spacious grounds, shaded spruce trees; and was isolated. It housed wealthy persons; those either hopelessly insane or the ones who were suffering from nervous breakdowns. Also, a few who were withdrawing from alcohol and drugs. Some of them went there voluntarily, however, most of them were signed in by spouses or parents.
Gaylord Joseph fitted into the latter category. His socialite mother had him committed after various sexual attacks upon young ladies in her social set. It had presented an embarrassing situation not knowing when her son would cause a public scandal. She had only two choices; to either have him incarcerated, or castrated.
She had decided to have him incarcerated, and now at the age of twenty two, he was still at the Allegheny Manor, where he'd already spent four years of his youth.
It was now early July and Gaylord was sitting in his luxuriously furnished room looking through the barred window at birds who were flying from tree to tree. The sun was setting over the hills-over the vicinity where people were free.
The birds were free.
Every insect was free; but he, Gaylord was shutup like an animal in a zoo.
He left the window and went over to the dressing table. He was bored with watching TV or playing tennis on the grounds. Even playing cards and other games with the patients was beginning to bug him.
He was wearing blue flared Levis and a pullover tan sweat shirt. His feet were encased in moccasins, and his golden blonde wavy hair had gotten so long that it reached his shoulders. He had several waves brushed forward on his forehead. He'd kept up with the styles shown in fashion magazines and on TV.
At least his mother always paid for orders of clothing that he sent for through catalogs.
Picking up a hairbrush, he brushed his hair. He stared into the mirror, his large deep green eyes filled with misery. He had a handsome face, a terrific physique, and was five feet eleven.
Then he heard footsteps approaching. Soon, they reached his door and a light tap sounded, that was followed by a key turning in the lock. "Gaylord! I've brought your dinner to your room as you requested. Are you decent?"
"Yes, bring it in," he said listlessly.
A middle-aged nurse entered the room. Her gray hair was pulled back from her face and she was short and pudgy. "Are you feeling better?" she inquired as she placed a tray of food on the table.
"I still have a splitting headache," he replied.
"Well, I have some good news for you. Your mother is coming to visit you at nine o'clock this morning. She just returned from Paris."
For a split second a spark of hope lit up Gaylord's green eyes. "Is she coming to get me out of here?"
The nurse appeared to be fidgety. "I'm afraid not. She feels that you need further treatment. Perhaps next year if-"
The young man jumped to his feet. Angry sparks were now flying from his eyes. "Further treatment? Treatment for what? Just because she listened to those bitches about me raping them. They practically raped me! I've been railroaded so that my dear mother could get me out of the way and be free to run around with the jet set. I'm only a healthy red blooded male, nothing else, and I'm not crazy!"
The nurse tried to calm him. "Gaylord, you mustn't nurture such thoughts. As soon as your psychiatrist feels that you are well enough to be released, he'll notify your mother, then she'll come and get you. Now eat your dinner. The barber we sent for will be here at eight o'clock to give you a haircut."
"A haircut! Like hell he will!"
"Now, Gaylord, it's only for your mother's visit. Then you can let it grow again. As she only visits you twice a year when she's in this country, at least you can do that for her. Now, please, eat your dinner."
Gaylord glanced at the woman's legs. He'd often looked at the fleshy knees just below her white starched uniform. He'd also looked at better legs over the years; legs of some of the movie stars who'd come there to get off booze or sleeping pills, but he had two strikes against him.
First; when in the company of other patients, they were well guarded; and secondly; the only sex he could muster up was in his head. The salt petre (Potassium Nitrate) in his food, kept his penis as limp as a boiled noodle.
The nurse looked again at his dark frown, then shrugged her shoulders and left the room, locking it behind her.
Gaylord waited until the woman's footsteps faded down the hallway. Then he flew into a rage. Just the thought of seeing his mother caused this. With one swipe of his hand, he pushed the tray off the table. It made a dull thump on the soft rug, the food scattering, and a pitcher of milk soaking into it.
After a while he calmed down somewhat. He had to make plans! He had to think. He'd thought about trying to escape many times, but somehow he'd never gained enough courage to put his plans into operation.
Suddenly he decided that he couldn't remain at the sanitarium and go through with his mother's visit.
No more wishful thinking.
This time he'd do it!
He was going to be free like the birds.
Free like the insects.
Free like all those people in the outside world!
At least he'd have a taste of freedom before he'd be missed and hunted for.
Yes! He had to think-make plans!
There was no way to get through the barred window, and the only other exit from his room was the locked door. The barber would be arriving at eight to cut his hair. He was about his size and he'd have the key! But if he could overpower the man, how could he get past the front door of the sanitarium then the front gate that was always guarded around the clock?
There were a few problems; but on the other hand, these were only small obstacles as there were a few things in his favor. No one had put an extra guard on him as he'd never shown any inclinations toward trying to escape as some of the other patients had attempted at various times.
He glanced up at the clock on the wall. There was nearly an hour yet before the barber would make his appearance. He decided to take a shower and change into a fresh outfit, so he walked into the tiled bathroom; stripped off his clothes; kicked off his moccasins; adjusted the taps; then stepped into the stall shower.
The warm water cascaded over his head and body; not missing any section of it. He cursed beneath his breath as he ran the wash cloth over his heavy hung testicles and his limp penis.
He hadn't seen his penis reach its nine inch length and swollen to its thick width since he'd been at the sanitarium. He couldn't even get a rise out of it when he tried to masturbate. He was no fool! He knew his food was being tampered with and that his manhood had not waned.
"Those no-good dirty bastards," he said aloud. He then rinsed his hair and body; turned off the taps, and stepped out on a bathmat. He reached for a large towel; dried himself with slow thorough, erotic motion; then taking a dry towel went into the other room; got underwear out of a drawer, then got dressed. This time he'd chosen a beige pair of flared Levis, a salmon colored cotton pullover sweater, and ankle length boots.
Sitting at the dressing table, he towel dried his hair, and brushed it into a mod style, then dabbed an expensive cologne on his neck and ears. He felt a little hungry, so he pulled open a drawer and reached into a half empty box of chocolates. After he'd finished them, he went over and turned on the TV. His nerves were calm now as he killed time watching the news.
The barber would be arriving in twenty minutes. He used this time to cut a sheet into strips. He then put them in a top drawer and closed it. The tiny cuticle scissors, the only ones he had, had left ragged edges on the material. Now he was covering the torn sheet with the bedspread.
Ten minutes passed by, then Gaylord heard the door being unlocked. The barber had gotten there ten minutes early. He was around thirty with straight black hair. He closed the door, locked it, then put the key in his smock pocket.
Gaylord turned off the TV, then looked over at the man as he walked over to the dresser and placed his barber's satchel down. He opened it and removed a clipper and a pair of shears. "How are you, Gaylord?" he inquired politely.
"What am I supposed to say? Fine?"
"You look well," was the barber's comment.
"Don't always go by looks," said Gaylord as he eyed the man's forced smile.
"Please, sit over here in front of the mirror so that I can give you a haircut. Mrs. Cluney told me your mother called. She'll be here at eight thirty instead of at nine. She brought you some gifts from Paris."
Gaylord had to bite his tongue to keep from telling the barber she could shove the gifts up her ass; as he had to play the part of the meek young man. Otherwise, the barber might get suspicious about what he was planning to do.
Eyeing the man's every movement, he sat down at the dresser in front of the mirror. Now the barber's hand that held the shears was coming down toward a wavy lock over his forehead. He lifted the lock with his other hand, ready to snip it off. "Your hair is so long, you could pass for a girl," he smiled.
The smile was soon wiped off the man's face, as that was when Gaylord made his move. It was so quick and unexpected that before the surprised barber could call for help or defend himself against the sudden attack, Gaylord had jumped up, grabbed the shears from the man's hand, and was now behind him, one arm around his throat, and his other hand pressing the sharp shears against the barber's adams apple.
"One peep out of you and I'll stick these scissors right into your jugular vein," said Gaylord in a low menacing tone of voice. "Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt! Now start taking off that smock."
The man slipped off the smock as Gaylord kept him at bay while pulling open the top dresser drawer and grabbing the pile of sheet strippings. He used one strip to push into the man's mouth, gagging him. Still pointing the scissors at his throat, he tied another strip of sheet across his mouth, knotting it tightly from behind his head.
As Gaylord had the shears, the barber didn't try to struggle. He was frightened almost out of his wits as no telling what these nuts were capable of and his life might still be snuffed out, especially if he excited this character!
Now Gaylord was binding the man's wrists behind his back and prodding him toward the closet with the point of shears poking his buttocks. When they'd reached the large closet, he shoved the barber inside and down to the floor in a hunched over sitting position. Now he was tieing his ankles with the two strips of sheet left.
The barber's eyes looked relieved as Gaylord closed the closet door softly.
Now Gaylord realized that he'd have to move fast as a haircut would only have taken about fifteen minutes. Quickly he put the barber smock on, returned the shears to the case, snapped it shut, and picked it up. He then dug the key from the pocket and crept quietly over to the door. He unlocked it, opened it a crack and peeked up and down the hallway. The coast was clear!
He closed the door then walked down the hall in the direction of the front entrance. He had to cut through the recreation room to reach it. Luckily it was empty, so he hurried to the front door, opened it, and rushed across the patio and down the stone steps.
It was dark out now. He cut along in the shadows across the spacious grounds, then to the main guarded gate. The private security guard who was smoking a cigarette, gave a quick glance at the barber smock and satchel, and pressing an electric switch, the gate opened automatically. "Good night, sir," said the guard, his mind on something else, and not taking a close look at Gaylord, taking it for granted that he was speaking to the barber.
"Good night," said Gaylord quickly. He then started to walk as fast as he could, heading in the direction of the hills where there were recreation coves and camping areas.
Half walking and half running, he managed to get a mile away from the sanitarium. By now he was perspiring profusely and was out of breath.
He sat on a rock to rest. After ten minutes he had cooled off and his breathing had returned to normal. He removed the barber smock and hid it in some bushes. Then he dumped out the barber tools, all but the shears, and keeping the satchel, continued toward the hills. It was getting cooler now, and a cool breeze was blowing toward the East.
After another mile, he left the main road and began his trek over the rough terrain. Once, he stopped to urinate, and he laughed when he discovered that his penis was half hard. Passion was returning as not having eaten his dinner, he'd missed his evening dose of salt petre.
He laughed harder as he visualized the look on his mother's face when she arrived to visit him. "Fuck her," he said aloud as he zipped up his fly.
He then started to walk again, a feeling of complete freedom coursing through him.
CHAPTER TWO
The two sexy looking beauties had started on a two week vacation.
Gerri Edwards, the tall, slimly-built, long blonde-haired girl was nineteen, and Beverly Landers, the petite brunette with the big tits was eighteen.
The girls' had gotten acquainted when they'd been hired as clerk typists at a large New York Brokerage Firm.
Gerri, the blonde, had smaller tits and had size thirty-two boobs, but what she lacked in breasts, she more than made up for with her shapely plump mooned ass. She had run around with boys all during high school and believed in free love and all that jazz. Beverly, however, had always been introverted, shy, and almost prudish. She was a devout fan of the True Confession magazines and dwelt in others sex fantasies. She was engaged to the son of a hard hat whose name was Harold Trent. He was twenty one and was an office boy. He and Beverly had gone out on a few dates, then had become engaged.
Harold also lost himself in other people's sex fantasies and his hobby was collecting girlie magazines.
It was slightly ludicrous that being so opposite in their views concering sex, that Gerri and Beverly had become close friends; even to the point of deciding to share their vacation together. They'd rented a trailer and had decided to just travel around roughing it and getting away from people and the rat race for awhile.
Beverly's fiancee had been against the idea, so had Gerri's parents. They had warned that it wasn't safe to travel around and camp in lonely spots. Especially two unchaperoned young girls! However, they'd laughed at this warning, passing it off as isolated incidents that were built up in the newspapers. Those things happened to other persons! Not them!
It was now nearing midnight and they'd been driving for several hours. Gerri was driving her new Torino that pulled the trailer. "I'm getting tired, Bev. There's a sign up ahead with an arrow pointing to a camping area. Why don't we pull in and camp for the night, then start out early in the morning?"
"That's a good idea," Beverly agreed.
When they reached the turnoff, Gerri slowed down and headed up a winding mountain road. They drove for about a mile, then saw the open camping grounds nestled in the hills. A full moon shone over the area, and the sky was studded with bright twinkling stars.
"Park over there by the picnic tables, Gerri."
"Okay. Gosh, it's sure a spooky looking spot. Looks like we're the only ones here."
"I think it's a romantic spot. So peaceful and beautiful," sighed Beverly. "We can fill our lungs with pure air and flush out some of the New York smog."
Gerri pulled up and stopped the car. Then the two girls got out to stretch their legs. They were wearing faded jeans, sneakers, and light weight sweaters. The breeze was cool, yet the heat from the hot day still made the weather pleasant. When they'd left the city, the temperature had been in the high nineties, so this fall type of weather was a welcome relief.
"How about some hot coffee and sandwiches?" Beverly suggested as she walked over to the trailer and opened the back door.
"Crazy, Bev. I'm starving."
Beverly climbed into the trailer and switched on a light. As she started to prepare the coffee and sandwiches, Gerri reached inside and got a battery powered lantern. "Let's eat out here," she said. "It's such a beautiful night."
"Okay. I'll have everything ready in a jiffy."
"Good. I'm going to the rest room. I have to piss so bad that I can taste it," she laughed. She took the lantern over to one of the picnic tables and placed it in the center of it; then made her way past the other tables to a brick structure that had a low watt naked bulb hanging between the doors of the men and women toilets.
She reached the door to the ladies room, opened it and walked in. It was pitch dark, so she ran her hands along the stone wall searching for a switch. But before she could find it, a dim light went on by itself.
Her heart did a flip flop as she found herself staring into two big green eyes. They appeared almost luminous in the dim light and eerie shadows.
For a fleeing instant, from the quick glance at the golden blonde shoulder length hair, she thought it was a girl; but then looking more closely, she saw by the male attire and handsome face that it was a young man.
"Who are y-?" she started to inquire when a hand went over her mouth shutting off her words.
"Shutup!" Gaylord whispered in an excited tone of voice. He had ducked in there to hide when he'd seen the two girls pull up and get out of the car. This had given him time to get ready for them. He'd been planning to spring out on them later; but now that wouldn't be necessary as this sexy cunt had walked right into his trap. He'd put his duffle bag on the floor; had removed the barber shears; then had slipped off his pullover sweater and T-shirt. He'd cut strips from the T-shirt; then had his sweater back on again. Now he had the strips of material in his Levi pocket.
He was holding the shears in front of the panic stricken girl. "I'm gonna take my hand away from your hot mouth, but if you scream to try to warn that other cunt, I'll put these scissors in your throat. You got that straight?"
Gerri nodded, so he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She was thinking about her parents being against this camping idea.
Oh, why hadn't she listened to them? However, it was too late now. This wasn't something one read about that happened to the other guy. This was happening to her!
"Now turn around, baby, and put your hands behind your back. I only want some of that nice pussy of yours."
She'd read once in a detective magazine that if a girl were about to be attacked by a sex-fiend, to quickly poke two fingers in his eyes-bring her knees up and kick him in the balls as hard as she could, then run like hell!
But this character had sharp scissors, and by the dark evil lustful look on his face, if she missed, he wouldn't hesitate to use them! For a moment she thought about all the studs she'd practically raped. Now she was about to be raped. Now that would bother her as she loved sex-but what if this guy was planning to murder her after he'd finished with her?
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a low shaky voice.
"I told you. I want some pussy-and to make sure I get some, I'm gonna keep you my prisoner."
Gaylord got some strips of material from his pocket, then secured her wrists tightly behind her. He knotted the strips so tightly that she could feel the circulation of blood being cut off in her hands.
"There, bitch, that'll hold you," Gaylord laughed crazily as he grabbed a handful of her long beautiful white blonde hair and stuck his tongue into her ear, leaving it all wet.
A chill shot through Gerri's body. "What in the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Gaylord spun her around roughly and his open hand crashed hard across her cheek. "I told you to shutup, cunt! And don't ever use that word on me again. Understand?"
A weak "yes" was Gerri's response.
"That's better," Gaylord sighed, and watching him, Gerri wondered how a guy with such a very innocent looking, almost angelic face could harbor such a demented brain in his head. His eyes looked kind now, and his voice had softened. He had a cute turned up nose and full sensuous lips.
"Now we're gonna take a little stroll over to the trailer so I can meet your girlfriend. And remember, I've got these sharp scissors. One false move and I'll slit your throat." He then marched the scared girl past the picnic tables.
Beverly was still inside of the trailer. She felt happy and carefree as she hummed a popular tune. Then she heard footsteps approaching so she handed two paper plates that contained several sandwiches and some potato chips through the door. "Here, Gerri, set these on the table, I'll bring the coffee," she called out.
"Thanks," Gaylord said as he took the plates from her extended hands.
Hearing a male's voice, Beverly stuck her head out pronto! "What's going on?" she asked, her mouth falling open and her face paling when she saw a young man holding sharp scissors against Gerri's throat and took in the scene of her hands secured behind her back.
"This is what's going on," Gaylord replied as he raised the shears higher and snapped them open and closed. "All right, cunt, come on out here."
"Oh, Bev! Bev, do what he tells you to or he might cut my throat."
Beverly started to tremble and for a moment she too remembered how they were warned about going camping. Oh, why hadn't Harold been able to go with them? But as he was new with the brokerage firm, he didn't have a vacation coming this year.
She tried to say something, anything that might pacify this guy, whoever he was, but her vocal chords seemed to be frozen. She finally managed to take a deep breath and step down the two steps of the trailer to the ground. She looked at her girlfriend's frightened face. "Don't worry, Gerri. I'll cooperate with him."
Gerri looked relieved.
"Okay, you two. Walk over and sit down at that picnic table," Gaylord said, pointing at the one with the lantern on it.
The girls obeyed him without a word. Beverly knew she'd have a chance for her own safety if she made a run for it toward the highway; but if she did; this character would surely murder her friend.
This thought had passed through Gerri's mind, and when she realized that the other girl was going to stick by her, she was very grateful. Beverly was proving herself to be a true friend.
The girls sat down on the bench at the picnic table, keeping their eyes on Gaylord, watching his every move. He placed the paper plates on the table, then digging into his pants pocket, brought out more stripping. He walked behind Beverly.
"Okay, bitch, put your hands behind your back," he commanded. She did so immediately and he tied her wrists tightly together. Then he sat down next to Gerri and reached for a paper plate. He opened one of the sandwiches. "Ah! chicken and avocado," he said as he started to wolf the sandwiches down. He was very hungry, but the girls had lost their appetites.
"I smell coffee perking," Gaylord remarked. "Is it ready?" he asked with a mouthful of food muffling his words.
Beverly nodded, so he got up and went over to the trailer.
"Why don't we both start running?" Gerri whispered when Gaylord disappeared into the trailer.
"How far could we get? It's at least a mile to the main highway. We'd tire long before that and he'd catch up with us and cut us up with those big scissors."
"I guess you're right," said Gerri, a wave of hopelessness coursing through her. "Quiet, here comes the bastard."
"What were you two gashes whispering about?" Gaylord asked as he walked over and put a paper cup of coffee on the table. He then sat beside Gerri again waiting for the steaming hot coffee to cool a little. "You don't have to tell me what it was, because I can guess," he grinned. "You wondered if you should start running, then decided against it. Well, you made the right decision because if you do change your minds and run, I'll slice your throats ear to ear!" His grin broke into an ominous laugh as he grabbed Gerri's long blonde hair and pulled her pretty face to his mouth. He ran his wet tongue across her lips.
Gerri lost her temper. "You crazy son-of-a-bitch!" she fumed.
This really aroused Gaylord's wrath. "I told you about using that word," he said, grabbing the paper cup. "Do you want me to throw this hot coffee in your face?" His tone was threatening and his face twisted in a sneer in the glow of the lamp light.
"Don't, please don't! I didn't mean it," Gerri cried out in panic. She'd forgotten that the word crazy sent him into a rage.
"That's better," said Gaylord as he took a few sips of coffee then put the cup down again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, at the same time, staring at the front of her sweater. "You don't look like you've got very big tits for a tall chick," he snickered as he put the scissors and extra pieces of stripping on the table. Now he was starting to unbutton her sweater.
Gerri winced when he reached the second button. He was pausing to stroke his hands over her breasts, his nails digging at them through her blouse and sweater.
"You're hurting my titties."
"What titties? I'm trying too make sure you're not wearing falsies."
"I do wear them sometimes, but I don't have them on now."
"Good, I detest false tits," and he unbuttoned the remaining two buttons.
The blouse was fully opened and his eyes came to rest on the beautiful firm tits that he had been so anxious to get to. But they were still confined in her bra.
"Do you like them?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.
"There's not very much to like," he said taking the gentle tip of her tit and twisting it until the woman wanted to cry, but didn't. As a matter-of-fact it even started to feel good to her. Much better than she thought it would.
It seemed like hours that he was playing with them through the material of her bra, or lifting one out of its place to examine it more closely.
She wasn't really sure of just what was going to happen, but she was getting to the point where she didn't care, just so long as something happened to end the frustration that she was beginning to feel even through her fear.
Gaylord kept playing with her blouse, fingering the button holes as if they were little cunts that he was sticking his finger into.
It seemed that he had gotten sidetracked in his intention , and was now paying more attention to her clothing than to her. She felt her body responding now faster than before.
After the button holes, he started to push both the sweater and blouse slowly up to her neck, taking time to caress and pinch her tits on the way.
Now only her white J brassiere covered the naked flesh of her cone shaped breasts. With a quick deft movement he roughly yanked the bra up to her neck and the tits popped forward, small but firm.
Reaching for the lantern, he moved it closer to her. "Hey! You've got two nice handfuls, baby. Your tits aren't as big as I like them, but those strawberry pink nipples are nice fat tidbits," and bending his head, he caught one of the plump morsels between his lips and sucked hard on it.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
The mentally deranged young man released the nipple and looked into her eyes. Then he grabbed her long blonde hair and yanked it cruelly. He shook his fist in front of her face, "Now I'm gonna tell you one more time! Shut that fucking mouth of yours because the next time you open it, I'm gonna knock all those pearly teeth out. You got that straight, cunt?"
Gerri nodded, and goose pimples broke out on her breasts.
He let go of her hair and stood up. He hadn't noticed that the other girl had gotten to her feet and had started to run toward the trailer where she was going to try to kick something in front of the door and stay in there, but before she could get more than a few yards away, he rushed after her. Then he was grabbing her and spinning her around. He back handed her several times across the cheek then knocked her down to a soft clump of moss beneath a huge spruce tree.
He pulled off her tennis shoes then unbuttoned the front of her faded jeans and yanked them down past her hips and legs, then off! He smiled as he gazed at her shapely legs and blue bikini panties. "You're looking pretty good there, baby. I think I'll take care of you right now."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm gonna make it real good to you," he said. "But first," and he paused and turned toward Gerri, "you blondie, come over here."
The girl walked slowly over to him.
Gaylord had wanted to fuck the little brunette, but due to the salt petre in his system, his penis was still not as hard as he'd like it to be. He needed some erotic stimulation to. get it into condition. He couldn't take the chance of undoing the strips of cloth that bound their wrists behind their backs as the scissors being on the table, they could make a dash for them and attack him. So he decided to get them undressed and make them obey his lustful demands. Quickly, he threw Gerri down to the soft moss and got off her shoes and jeans. Then he pushed her over on her stomach and pulled her bikini panties over her big luscious ass.
"You don't , have much in the tit department, baby. But you've sure got a nice ass. I'll bet it tastes good," he laughed as he bent over and ran his long wet tongue into the deep crease of her sexy ass.
Beverly who was watching, cried out. "You dirty pervert. You oughta be in a nut house."
Gaylord looked over at her and grinned. "That's just where I escaped from."
Beverly's bottom lip dropped as she glanced at Gerri. "Oh, what are we going to do?" she said panicked.
"I'll tell you what you're gonna do. You're both gonna help me get a big hard-on," he sneered as he began to strip off his clothes. Then he stood shaking his half hard erection at Beverly. Kneeling down, he held his thick prick up to her lips. "Run your tongue over this hunk of meat, baby."
She closed her eyes and her beautifully rounded lips trembled. Although she'd been fucked before she'd never sucked cock, and even the thought of it repulsed her. Now she could smell his maleness as he forced her lips open with the organ and she could taste the flavor of dripping lubricating fluid trickle against her teeth that she was keeping tightly closed.
Suddenly Gaylord stood up. "I can't get any good feeling going with you two sour-pussies. I gotta get you warmed up." He reached up to a tree branch and broke it off, then tearing away the leaves and stems, he had a good sized switch. He began smashing it against the trunk of the tree. "Ah, this'll make a good whip," he said as he half pulled and half ripped off Beverly's bikini. Now both girls were shocked and angry at being forced to undress in front of this strange stud, also, have to take his lustful orders. He was now licking his lips nervously and surveying the blonde cunt and the bushy -haired black cunt.
"What are your names?"
"Her name's Gerri, and mine's Beverly."
"Well, Beverly and Gerri, you've sure got some pretty looking gashes. I'm gonna let you suck each other off."
"Oh no!" Beverly said in protest. "Please, please, we can't do that!"
"Shutup," he snapped as he brought the branch down across her thighs.
The girls' face grimaced with pain.
Now the angered youth was ripping and tearing her pullover sweater and bra completely off.
"Say! There's what I call a good set of tits," he said as he dropped the torn shreds of clothing, then grabbing Beverly's arm, pulled her over next to Gerri.
"All right, Gerri, baby, start sucking Beverly's tits," he commanded as he held the heavy switch over her head.
Gerri hesitated and this brought the switch down across her back, leaving an ugly looking red welt. Now she was sucking on her girlfriend's fat nipples in turn, causing them to swell.
An alien thrill that Gerri had never experienced before enveloped her body.
"That's it, girls, now my old dick's starting to get hard," Gaylord was saying as he manipulated the huge growing head of his penis. He worked the foreskin back and forth until the prick-head wore a tight collar; then grabbing the base of the nine inch organ, he swung it several times against his thighs. "At least!" he said gleefully as he squeezed his prick. It was so thick that his fingers and thumb didn't touch. "It's hard! It's rock hard!"
Beverly tried to concentrate on something else but she could feel her pussy getting wet and all other thoughts eluded her.
"All right, Blondie, start licking down toward her belly. Good!" Now Gaylord was pushing her head down, trying to speed up the action. "I want both of you to lie opposite to each other and shove your heads between each others legs. You're gonna perform a sixty-nine."
He helped them into position. "Okay, now both of you spread your legs wide open."
Gerri hesitated, so he cracked her ass with the switch, stinging the white flesh.
Both girls had their mouths in position, but were reluctant to make the first contact with their tongues. They looked up at Gaylord and Gerri said: "Look at that! It's the biggest peter I've ever seen."
Beverly blushed as she stared at the big prick and the pair of fat hanging balls. She was fascinated and repulsed at the same time. A warm feeling gripped her stomach and a throbbing itch nagged between her legs.
Gaylord was watching her face. He reached down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet. "Hey, Bev, you look like you're blushing. Haven't you ever seen a big dick before?"
The young girl closed her eyes, and dropped her head in solence. She was trying to shut out the lustful sight; yet the negative of the big prick and fat nuts seemed to be developing in her brain.
Gaylord slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him; rubbing the length of his rigid cock along her smooth skinned belly. He could feel her hot breath fanning his cheek so he began kissing her ears and neck and gnawing at her collar bone; letting his hands roam down the crack of her well rounded ass.
Feeling her body respond, he backed up a little and with his other hand, he scratched her thick pubic hair; letting his middle finger explore until he found her tight opening. To his delight, the cunt was hard, tight and juicy with awakening passion.
He stuck his finger into the opening to the first knuckle.
Beverly rubbed her two swollen nipples against his hairless chest. "Ooooo, Ohhh," she moaned as he withdrew the finger; brought it up to his mouth; then sucked it like a baby sucking its thumb.
"It tastes real good, baby. I think I've got a virgin here. Am I right?"
"Yes," she replied softly.
Gerri spoke up: "She's saving it for the guy she's planning to marry; so please, don't do anything to her."
Gaylord broke up in laughter. "Well, the guy better have a big prick or he'll get lost in her hole after I get done with her. That dude's gonna get cheated out of breaking a cherry, but I'm not gonna fuck you yet, Bev. I come too damned fast," and he looked over at Gerri who was kneeling with her hands still tied behind her. Her long blonde hair was nearly covering her face.
Gaylord took several steps until he was in front of her; then he pushed her long tresses behind her neck, keeping a firm grip on the bunch of thick silky hair at the back of her head.
"Okay, Gerri, you've been opening that big mouth of yours so damned much that now I want to see just how good you are at sucking off a big prick!"
"Please don't make me give you a blow-job in front of Bev. It would be too embarrassing."
"I like it better with somebody watching," Gaylord grinned sadistically as he glanced down at the thick ugly looking switch that he'd tossed to the ground. "You'll either open that pretty mouth of yours or I'll break this branch over your big ass," he threatened.
He yanked her hair cruelly causing her mouth to fly open as she winced with pain. Then quickly, before she could close it again, he rammed his husky penis deeply into the open cavity.
"There we go! Come on over here, Beverly. I want you to get a good look at your cocksucking girlfriend. Maybe you'll learn something that'll be beneficial to you when you marry that dude of yours."
The young girl walked over to him and he grabbed a handful of her long black hair, pulling her head into a position whereas she could look directly at the action. Then he began moving his prick slowly-in and out of the blonde's mouth.
"Get that tongue working, bitch! Atta girl, now each time my prick goes in, I want you to pull a little harder. Wow! Now you're playing like your mouth's your cunt!"
With each forward thrust, more inches of the swollen passion dripping penis went into Gerri's stretched mouth. And, she really had to stretch some to get the horse-sized prick in. It's thick width was pushing her cheeks out like a pregnant pussy.
Gaylord was no longer interested in keeping the huge organ in her mouth. The tunnel of her throat was the main route in mind.
Beverly looked down in amazement as she saw Gerri's pink tongue appear. It was slashing at the sides of the gigantic sized cock and lustful groans were emerging from the young blonde's throat.
Beverly was now so horny from watching Gerri that she leaned against Gaylord's hard young body.
He released her black hair and slid a hand down her back until he felt the rim of her puckered asshole. He inserted a finger deeply into the tight stubborn rectum and wriggling it, forced it to stretch a wee bit.
Beverly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his, then she Frenched his tongue and this caused the young man's four years of pent uppassion to gush out from his swollen testicles; up through his long penis, and out the end of the fat corona.
Gerri felt the thick hot gism fill her mouth, so she sucked and licked as hard as she could.
When Gaylord finished, he pulled away from her. His wet cock slapped against his leg.
Gerri held most of his come in her mouth for a few seconds; then let it go down her throat. She then swallowed it thirstily.
"That was beautiful, baby," Gaylord complimented her.
Gerri was looking at her girlfriend who was now kissing and gnawing on Gaylord's ears. She smiled at the lustful expression on her contorted face. She was extremely fond of Beverly, but it had always hurt her because the girl told every one in the office what a good girl she was morally and invariably knocked the other girls; because they were honest about their promiscuous sexual experiences.
Gaylord inserted two more fingers up Beverly's anus, and her tongue shot back into his mouth. She sucked and licked his tongue as if she were copping a joint.
Gaylord grasped his penis and worked the foreskin back and forth. He kept jacking it off, trying to get it hard again.
Beverly tried to assist him in getting hot by pulling her tongue out of his mouth and replacing it with the satin textured head of his cock. After a few sucks and licks it began to swell until it was rock hard again. Then she pulled away and looked up at him.
Gaylord was delighted. "That sample cock sucking has given me one helluva hard-on, one that will have staying power," he said as he positioned himself behind her.
She bent over as far as she could; and as she felt the fat head push against the pucker string of her anus, she backed against him and cooperated willingly.
Gaylord wrapped both arms around her and pulled her snugly against him; and she slowly rotated her ass-cheeks. She was so horny by now that she was ready for anything. She pushed as hard as she could; then she grimaced in pain as the giant cockhead finally entered her dry asshole; lubricating it with passion drops.
Suddenly, both of them relaxed and Gaylord's hands were busily manipulating her big tits. When he felt her starting to push against him again, he slowly began pushing from side to side-up and down-then in a circular pattern. His huge penis gradually entered the hidden depths of her tight, pulling shit-hole.
"Agggh, ugggghhhh, Ohhh," she groaned.
Gerri still had her eyes on Beverly's face and seeing the stark naked raw lust on it, she became envious because she wasn't the one being cornholed.
Gaylord released Beverly's tits and started playing with-her cunt. He found it to be gooey with passion so he moved his finger up, down, and across the virgin slit. At feeling her hard knob responding by getting a clit-hard-on, he really started to bugger her. The pounding strokes had gotten violent and forceful.
All at once she screamed hoarsely. "Yaaaa, eeee, yes, yesssssssss!" Her body contorted and she didn't know what was happening to her; but it was the greatest feeling of her young life.
Gerri was amused as she watched her. She knew just how Beverly felt.
Then finally the almost fainting girl calmed down so Gaylord eased his hard cock out of her still quivering asshole.
Gerri was so hot and bothered that she was trying to rub her thighs together. "Goddammit, can't you untie my hands?" she asked Gaylord with a tone of desperation in her voice.
He laughed and walked over to her, and his big prick was standing straight out like a pole. "No!" he shouted. "Now clean Bev's mess off my dick."
Without hesitation, Gerri licked and lapped the reddish brown residue until his sore, swollen penis was clean.
She looked up at him. "Now are you going to give me some of that beautiful peter?"
"Are you serious, Gerri? Practically begging him to fuck you?" Beverly asked.
"You've got a lot of room to talk, Bev. You should have seen the look on your face when you were coming."
Gaylord started to laugh as he lowered himself until he was lying on his back supine on nature's cool mossy carpet. He reached down and shook his stiff penis at Gerri. The foreskin was stretched back so taut that the fat cockhead looked extra swollen and shiny in the moonlight.
Gerri was so steamed up that big droplets of passion were rolling down her thighs and her blonde bush was matted down with the cuntjuice. She straddled the young man and lowered herself over his prick.
Gaylord sniffed the air. "Boy, are you hot! I can smell your pussy from here," he said.
Gerri paid no attention to him as she maneuvered herself so that his fat corona was against her dilated cunt. "Can't you help me a little? I'm at a disadvantage with my hands tied behind my back," she hissed impatiently.
Gaylord had his hands locked behind his head. He smiled up at her. "You're doing all right on your own, baby."
Finally Gerri succeeded in guiding the hungry lips of her strong smelling twat to the throbbing cockhead. Then she managed to accept it between the bushy pubic hairs. It made a path through the thick forest and reaching its destination, thrust into the wet slit.
Gerri slid down slowly until her navel touched his. She gazed deeply into his arrogant mocking eyes and half smiled. "You dirty little sonofabitch," she said. "This big peter of yours sure feels good in my pussy. If you had another inch you'd be hitting my heart!"
Without the use of her hands, she had to rely on her legs to go up and down on the wonderful penis.
When Gaylord saw that she was struggling, he placed his hands on her hips, raising her body up until just the tip of his big prick was in her hot cunt; then he released her and she slid back down until their pubic hairs were massaging and caressing. Now he was grabbing her hips again and this time, he worked her up and down, gradually increasing the pace.
Gerri's long blonde hair flew back and forth with each violent stroke. "Ohhh, you motherfucker. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck the holy hell out of me. Agggg, Ohhhhhh, Uggg, shit this is beautiful, baby, just beautiful," she moaned and groaned and panted almost frantically.
Beverly's passion had built up again and she was watching intently.
"Get ready, Gerri," Gaylord husked. "I'm gonna shoot my load up in your pussy."
"I'm going to come too, baby," Gerri said with a short gasp of breath. She could feel the huge peckerhead double in size; then on a downward stroke, she locked her knees against his slender hips and squeezed as hard as she could, she' used the muscles deep within her vagina and pulled his hot sap into her womb.
Gaylord began pleading with her. "Let loose, let loose of my prick, please!"
"Not till I get the last drop of gism from it!"
Gaylord was pounding the ground with his fists.
Finally the young blonde released his happy waning cock and managed to get to her feet. She noticed that Gaylord's penis looked like a deflated balloon as it slapped against his belly.
A few drops of the pearly white drops leaked into the tiny hollow of his belly-button.
Beverly watched his white load drip down the inside of Gerri's legs. "He must have shot a cup-full into you," she smiled. "How did it feel?"
"The greatest," Gerri replied with a satisfied, contented grin on her pretty face.
Beverly grew so excited that she knelt down on the moss next to Gaylord. He had his eyes closed and didn't notice her. She threw one leg over him and sat in his face.
Before he knew what was happening, she was grinding her hot juicy gash against his mouth. She almost screamed when she felt his tongue claim her clit. "Eeeek, ahhh," she moaned.
Gerri was pleased at her girlfriend's inhibitions being thrown aside. "Eat her," she said. "Go ahead! Eat her pussy up. She wants it, now!"
However, Gaylord needed no prompting as his tongue was already swirling around her hot gash; licking and sucking the clit. Then he was ramming his hard tongue in as far as it would go. Soon it was massaging her cherry.
Her body began convulsing and her vagina was twitching and vibrating; then a wonderful sensation spread all over her loins. "Eeeeee, uhhhhhh, whoops," she moaned as the snaking tongue coiled and moved faster.
"Goooo, gooooooo, wooooo!" moaned Beverly.
"You've made her come," said Gerri with satisfaction. "Maybe she'll be more broadminded from now on."
Gaylord withdrew his tongue and pushed her off his face. Her ass landed on the soft moss. His prick was still limp. He was all fucked out. limp. He was all fucked out.
Gerri noticed a dark frown cross over his features. Now she was slowly regaining her composure, and she realized they might still be danger.
Was he planning to kill them now so that they wouldn't report him to the police?
After lying still for a few moments, Gaylord got to his feet. "Got a cigarette?" he asked.
"There's a pack in my jeans," said Gerri.
He walked over to them, picked them up, then dug into the pocket and got them along with some matches. Extracting a cigarette from the pack, he lit it, inhaled deeply, then got dressed.
"Come here, you two," he ordered. The girls walked slowly toward him. "Where's the keys to the car?" he asked. "They're still in the ignition," Gerri replied. "What are you going to do with us?"
Gaylord grinned. "Don't worry. I'm not a killer. I was only putting you two cunts on. But I'm gonna have to take the car and trailer."
"What about us? You can't just leave us here naked and tied up," Beverly said.
"That's tough shit. You'll have to figure that one out," he laughed insanely as he got into the Torino and started the motor. "So long, cunts, and thanks for the good time," he called through the car window. Then he was pulling out to the road; and in a cloud of dust the car and trailer disappeared down the hill.
"Oh, Gerri, what are we going to do?"
"Don't worry, Bev. He forgot his scissors. They're still over on the picnic table." Then she went over and backed into them, fumbling with her hands until her fingers grasped them. Then she backed against Beverly's bound wrists and cut the material. The girl, free at last, rubbed her numb hands; then took the scissors and cut away Gerri's bonds.
They were now shivering as a cold breeze had blown up, so they got dressed.
"We have to hurry down to the highway, Gerri, so we can flag somebody down and report this lunatic."
"Okay, let's go."
"Just wait until the cops find out about that crazy bastard and how he forced us to do perverted acts," Beverly said as they reached the road.
"Oh no! We can't mention that," said Gerri. "Do you want our names to get in the newspapers? We'd be disgraced. After all, he didn't really harm us, and you still have your cherry. In fact, except for him stealing the car and trailer, we had a ball. Let's just report that somebody stole them when we were in the rest room, and we didn't see who it was."
"I guess you're right, Gerri. I didn't think about that."
Then the two girls started down the winding road toward the main highway that was at least a mile's hike.
CHAPTER THREE
Gaylord drove down the narrow winding mountain road; the only road leading to the main highway; and due to the sharp curves and treacherous drops could not go faster than twenty-five miles per hour. He had no specific plans in mind. Only to keep going until he was miles away from that area.
As he drove along, his thoughts drifted to his mother and the sanitarium. He felt certain that his mother wouldn't report his escape to the police. It was more like her to either hire a private detective to search for him, or not to bother looking for him at all, figuring he'd hide in the mountains and when he got hungry he'd return to the sanitarium on his own.
He had nearly reached the main highway when there was a small landslide and large rocks began tumbling down to the road. Gaylord swerved the car, trying to avoid them, however, he was too late and several rocks rolled under the wheels.
He brought the car to a screeching halt that threw him against the steering wheel; and for a split second he almost blacked out. He shook his head and felt his chest and ribs. He was a little sore, but had no broken bones. He sighed with relief; then jumped out of the car and walked around to the front of it and saw that a huge boulder had broken the front axle.
He stood there, trying to think. Finally, after a few minutes, he smiled to himself; then hurried to the back of the trailer and entered it. He snapped on the light and glanced about. He'd remembered that when he'd gotten coffee, he'd seen clothes on hangers along one side of the trailer and two large suitcases and started to rummage through them. He found a girl's wallet so he opened it and searched its contents. He quickly counted out a hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. Ignoring several hundred in Travelers checks, he picked up a girl's large pocketbook and slid the money into a side zipped compartment.
Now he was taking out a small makeup kit, brassiere with built in falsies and a pair of sneakers. He smiled as he held up a pair of sheer bikini panties. These would be useless to him as his balls would hang out!
Quickly he searched the other suitcase but found no money. Spotting a three piece pantsuit hanging on the wall that belonged to Gerri, he reached for it, then held it in front of him. It would do!
He put it down for a moment, then got out of his clothes and shoes. Five minutes later he had dressed in the pantsuit and the falsies gave him a sexy looking bustline against the thin cotton sweater. The outfit was blue and went well with his fair skin and blonde hair. The girls' sneakers were a little tight, but by tieing the laces loosely, he could manage. He was thinking how lucky he was that Gerri was a big girl and that her clothes were almost a perfect fit.
Now he was opening the small makeup kit and looking into the mirror on the back flap. Quickly he applied creme makeup and bright orange lipstick. He brushed his hair into bangs and fluffed out the waves on the sides over his ears. The shoulder length hair along with the pantsuit and makeup made him look like a young, pretty girl. He'd always despised not having a heavy beard, now he was glad of it as a shave usually lasted several days.
He double checked himself, then put the makeup kit into the large pocketbook, hooked it over his arm, snapped off the light and left the trailer.
As he walked the short distance to the highway, he practiced feminine movements and mannerisms; also a Southern accent, a pitch higher than his own masculine voice.
When he reached the highway, he saw a small sign: Watch out for Falling Rocks, and he thought: Now they tell me!
Just then, the headlights of two large trucks approached him. He stuck out his thumb, but they never slowed down. However, a car behind them did.
What a break, he thought as he hurried over to a sedan. The door opened and he made out a man and woman in the darkness. "Oh, thanks for stopping," he said. He pointed toward the car and trailer. "Some falling rocks broke the axle on my front wheel. Are you going as far as the next town? I can send a tow truck for it tomorrow."
"Yes, hop in," said the man. "Sit up front, we have luggage in the back seat."
Gaylord slid in next to the woman and took a quick look at her. She was a knockout. Then he closed the door and the car sped off.
"You're lucky you didn't get hurt," the girl said.
"I got shook up a bit," Gaylord said in his high pitched Southern drawl.
The man turned slightly and smiled. "Say you sound like you're from the South."
"Yes. I'm from Georgia. I'm coming up to see some of my friends. My name's Gaye."
"This is Susan and I'm Jim. You won't believe this, but we're on our way to get married."
"Oh, congratulations. I hope I'm not intruding."
"No, not at all," said the girl.
Now Gaylord was studying the couple more closely. He judged them to be around twenty-one. The man was clean cut with straight brown hair and broad shoulders. He was wearing a carcoat, and the girl was lovely. Her complexion was very fair and she had shoulder length flaming red hair. She was also wearing a carcoat so he didn't know whether she had big tits or not. It was obvious that they were squares, just average citizens who went by the rules, and probably the word "fuck" would shock them!
After driving for about fifteen minutes, Jim spotted a small restaurant up ahead with a motel in back of it.
"Why don't we stop for some coffee and a bite to eat?" Jim suggested.
"Good. I'm tired from the long drive," Susan said.
For a moment Gaylord was upset. He hadn't counted on stopping anywhere this close to the vicinity he'd just left. Then he realized that nobody would be looking for a girl. With his disguise, he was safe. Besides, he was with the young couple.
Jim pulled the car into the lot, then parked the car without any suspicion.
"Do you have a cigarette?" Gaylord asked.
"Yes. I have a carton," Jim said as he reached over and opened the glove compartment. He got the carton, ripped it open and handed Gaylord a pack. "Here, keep these," he said.
"Gee, thanks," Gaylord said in a feminine voice as his eyes happened to catch a quick glimpse of a revolver.
Susan was handing him some book matches and Jim was removing two packs for them. Then he put the carton back into the glove compartment and pushed it shut.
The three of them got out of the car and entered the small restaurant. It was deserted except for the counterman who was beside the counter reading a newspaper. The middle aged man walked over to them. "How are you folks doing?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Well, we're a little tired," Jim said as he looked up at the menu on the wall. "I'll have one of your special hamburgers." Then he looked over at his fiancee and Gaylord. "Go ahead, Gaye, get what you want. It's on me."
"Thanks," Gaylord said, fluttering his long eyelashes. "I'll take a stack of hot cakes."
Susan smiled at Jim. "That sounds good. I'll have the same as Gaye."
"Bring us all some coffee first," Jim said, and the counterman walked over to the coffee maker.
Susan reached for a napkin and stopped. "Darn it, my brassiere strap just broke."
The counterman was now setting the coffee on the counter.
"Say, do you have a lady's room?" Susan asked him.
"Yes ma'am. It's across the parking lot at the gas station on your left."
Susan looked over at Gaylord. "Come on with me, Gaye. I might need some assistance."
Gaylord followed her through the door, then they cut across the parking area and entered the lady's room at the gas station that was closed. The place was well lit and spotlessly clean.
Susan removed her carcoat and hung it on a hook while Gaylord walked over to a mirror, opened his pocketbook, took out a comb and ran it through his hair. He was watching the young redhead's reflection in the mirror as she removed her sweater.
"I guess I'll have to take my brassiere off completely to pin this strap."
"Do you have a safety pin?"
"I always keep one in my purse," she smiled. "In case my panties fall down."
When she unhooked the brassiere and pulled it off, Gaylord's eyes widened and his mouth watered as he saw two of the most beautiful big tits he'd ever seen. This guy, Jim, was really lucky, he mused. "I've gotta get some of this! Then he remembered the gun in the glove compartment of Jim's car. His penis suddenly swelled, and he could feel the end of it pressing against the sink.
Susan was now fumbling in her purse for the safety pin. She found it, and started to pin the broken strap.
"Do you need any help, Susan?"
"No, I've got it."
"Then I think I'll go back to the restaurant."
"Okay, I have to use the toilet, go ahead."
Gaylord walked out; then looked over at the restaurant. He could see through the glassed front that Jim was looking at a newspaper; and the other man was preparing the food. He hurried over to the sedan, opened the door, unsnapped the glove compartment, reached in, retrieved the gun, and held it up to the glove compartment light. He could see that it was a .22 calibre.
Checking it, he found it was loaded. He slipped it into his large pocketbook, closed the glove compartment; then softly closed the car door and headed back to the restaurant. He then walked in and sat at the counter just as the man was serving the orders.
Jim put the newspaper down, then stretched and yawned. "Boy, I could sure use a good night's sleep." He said, looking over at Gaylord. "Say, Gaye, would you mind if we got a motel room here tonight?"
Gaylord thought quickly. "Not at all," he replied as he looked up at the counterman. "Sir, does the gas station open in the morning?"
"Yes. My man comes at eight."
"Do you own this whole place?"
The man nodded. "Yes, it's all mine and I've got some nice rooms here too."
Just then Susan came back into the restaurant and sat down.
"Honey," said Jim. "The man was saying he has some nice rooms. Why don't we get some sleep before we continue on our trip?"
"It's alright with me. But what about Gaye?"
"She's for it," Jim said. "You two can share a room and I'll get another one."
Gaylord's eyes lit up. He smiled at Susan, then turned to the proprietor. "My car has a broken axle. It's about ten miles down the highway."
"Don't worry, ma'am. We'll fix it for you in the morning."
"Gee, that's swell," Gaylord smiled.
After the three of them had finished eating, the proprietor who was ready to close the restaurant got two motel keys for number two and number eight. "You can pay me in the morning," he said as he handed the keys to Jim. "I don't want to bother with registering and receipts right now. I'm beat."
Jim paid for the food, then they walked out and the proprietor started to turn out the lights.
As they walked toward the car, Gaylord had an anxious moment. What if Jim discovered that the gun was missing? He sighed with relief when all that Jim did was to reach in the back seat and take out two overnight bags. Then he locked the car.
Jim carried the bags to unit number two, set them down, and unlocked the door. He switched on the light, then took Susan's bag inside and set it down near one of the twin beds.
"Goodnight, sweet love. See you in the morning," he said.
"Goodnight, Jim," and she kissed him on the cheek.
He had just closed the door behind him when Susan rushed out after him. "Jim! Gaye will need a nightgown and my extra ones are in my big suitcase."
"Okay. I'll go get it."
"Oh, you don't have to bother. I can open the suitcase. I know just where to put my hands on one."
"Alright, honey," and he handed her a key ring then continued to his room, went in and as he was very tired, got undressed and went to bed.
It didn't take long for Susan to get back with a nightie for Gaylord. After the door was locked, he watched her as she put the car keys and motel key on the dresser and the nightgown for him on one of the twin beds.
This is perfect, he thought. Her fiancee is in his room sleeping; the car keys are on the dresser, and the restaurant is closed. What more could a guy ask for?
He picked up the nightgown and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. As he undressed, he peeked out at Susan. She was removing a robe from her overnight bag. He noticed a rope sash on it. Now she was taking out a nightgown.
Gaylord slipped on his nightie and was glad it was flannel and that she wouldn't be able to see through it. He took a quick glance in the mirror and fluffed his hair with his fingers; then casually walked into the room.
Susan was stepping out of her flares and his green eyes widened as they roamed over her voluptuous body. He couldn't help licking his lips.
Susan happened to look up at him and a strange, uncomfortable feeling came over her at the naked look of desire in his eyes. He was coveting her body like a man would. Could this girl be a lesbian? Now that she'd thought of it, she did look a little masculine. So when Susan removed her panties, she turned her back, hiding her pussy from Gaylord's view. Then she slipped off her upper clothing and pulled her nightgown over her head. As it was also flannel, he couldn't see through it. It reached her ankles and a high neckline hid the valley of her breasts. Now her body was completely covered.
Gaylord sensed her change of mood. She wasn't acting as friendly anymore. He tried to make idle conversation, but she mumbled that she was tired and quickly got on one of the twin beds and turned out the light on her side.
Gaylord thought about her beautiful ass that he'd gotten a glimpse of before it had been covered by the nightie. He looked down at his nightie and smiled at the way his big penis was pushing up the material. He reached for his pocketbook on the nightstand and pulled out the gun. Then he pulled the nightgown up to his belly.
"Susan," he said softly. "I want to show you something before you fall asleep."
The young girl turned around, opened her eyes, and found herself staring into the big eye of his prickhead. For a moment she was so surprised and shocked that she couldn't move a muscle or say a word. Then just as she opened her mouth to scream, Gaylord pointed the gun between her eyes. "If you as much as make a peep, I'll blow your head off," he said huskily.
"You must be crazy," was the frightened girl's response.
"Don't use that word, cunt, and shutup!" he said as he smacked her across the face with his free hand.
Susan hid her face in her hands and began sobbing.
Gaylord, keeping her covered with the gun, got her panties and the sash rope from her robe off a nearby chair and put them on the foot of the twin bed. "Get out of that bed and stand up here," he commanded. "Now take that fucking nightgown off."
"Don't make me do that, please," she sobbed. "I'll tell Jim to give you all of our money."
"I'm not after money. I'm after some ass," Gaylord grinned. "Now get that nightgown off or I'll pistol whip that pretty face of yours. Then Jim won't even know you."
This brought the nightgown off in a hurry!
Gaylord's eyes feasted on the girl's midsection. He made a loud kissing sound and his tongue hung out. He wriggled it vulgarly. "Hmmmmm. That's some real eating stuff."
"You dirty little pervert."
"Shutup and stand with yours legs spread apart."
Susan hesitated and he stuck the barrel of the gun hard against her side.
Susan let out a low moan from the pain, then opened her legs.
"I see you're a real redhead, baby. That's some bush you've got there. I like that hair going up to your belly-button." He put his forefinger in his mouth and wet it, then stuck it hard between her pussy-lips until he found her hole. "I can see that you've had a few dicks in you before," he said. "But I'll bet you've never had one like mine in your cunt."
Suddenly he removed his finger, grabbed one of her arms, spun her about and pushed her on the twin bed face down. He put the gun on the chair, then picking up the sash rope he bound her wrists securely behind her.
Susan let out a muffled scream, so he picked up her panties and forced them into her mouth, gagging her.
Now the girl was completely at his mercy. He rolled her over and put her head on the pillow. From the glow of the other lamp, he could see her big tits heaving up and down. He eyed the lustful looking pointed nipples that were a reddish brown; then reaching over, he snatched the pillow from his bed. He shoved it beneath her big ass, raising it up.
Susan started to kick him, but he reached down and twisted and tweaked one of her big nipples cruelly until she stopped kicking.
"Now, every time you kick, I'm gonna twist this nipple of yours until it comes off. Do you understand me?" he asked gruffly, using his own masculine voice. Until now, he'd forgotten that he wasn't still posing as a girl and had been using the higher pitched Southern accent.
Susan nodded.
He grabbed the front of his nightgown and ripped it off. Then he squeezed his big prick, letting the lubricating fluid leak out and hit her on the nose. He jumped on the bed and knelt between her legs. He rubbed his sweaty palms together with anticipation, then began spreading her bushy red public hair apart, making a path for his own tongue. He then grabbed the backs of either knee and pushed them wide apart; forcing her long luscious split to open.
In the dim light he saw her clitoris and his tongue got hard in his mouth. He stuck it through his lips and gently licked it.
Susan's body started to relax as he kept working his tongue with more pressure. Now he was sucking on the hardening clit. He moaned with extreme pleasure; and when the clit became fully rigid, he slid the tip of his tongue down gently along the open slit; then inserted it. Her vagina was now good and wet.
He began licking and swallowing her hot juices; then releasing her legs, he stuck two fingers into her gaping gash and scooped out a gob of her goo. He found her rosebud rectum and stuck the slimy fingers into it.
Now Susan was wrapping her legs tightly around his head and pulling his face tightly against her hot snatch. Low moans were escaping past the panties that were still stuffed in her mouth. Her body began to rotate faster and faster against his face.
Gaylord could feel her body start to shiver and shake, and as she began to come he shoved his fingers all the way up her asshole and wiggled them.
She released his head and her legs shot up into the air. Her toes wriggled and her body convulsed, moving all over the bed.
Finally, her legs fell and relaxed.
Gaylord pulled his face away and wiped her come off the sheet. His penis was now stone hard. His huge balls ached with anticipation. He grabbed his dick and guided the big head against her cunt. He grasped the backs of her thighs in his arms. "Get ready, baby. Here it comes!"
Susan's body tensed as she awaited his attack.
He took a deep breath, then plunged his big mauler all the way home. Now his pubic hairs were tangling with her red bush.
"How do you like my big prick up in your belly, baby?"
Susan moaned and dug her heels into his back.
"I knew you'd love my prick. All the chicks do." He then pulled his huge meat out to the tip; then banged it to the hilt again. This time, he could feel her inner muscles grab his pulsating head. He could hardly pull it back from the tight grip.
Now he had it half way out and was fucking her from side to side; then up and down. Every so often, he'd plunge it all the way in.
Susan's eyes were closed as she tried to visualize Jim fucking her instead of this little punk. She began hoping and praying that Jim would be as good as a lover as this rapist was. Now Gaylord was really socking it to her wide open pussy and she could feel the head swelling and twitching.
A sharp, passionate pain began to burn her insides.
Suddenly his hot semen filled her womb, causing her to come with him. Their wet sweating bodies rolled, back and forth with the impact; then finally came to a halt.
Gaylord wiped his forehead and got off the bed. "You're a pretty good fuck," he grinned. "Now you'll be able to give that square lover of yours some lessons."
Susan watched him with amazement. She'd never thought that men could be this vulgar. Then fear struck her. Who is this character anyway? Perhaps that wasn't his car and trailer back there. He might have killed some girls and taken their clothes to hide from the police. Now she was really frightened. If only she weren't gagged she might be able to talk her way out of this. Was he going to kill her too?
Gaylord had walked into the bathroom to dress. Now he was walking out and running a comb through his hair. He put one hand on his hips and struck a feminine pose. "How do I look, baby? Good, huh?" he was laughing and picking up the gun. He looked at it, then slowly glanced at her in an insane, cold-blooded way. He then walked over the window and yanked off the chord from the 'venetian blind. He'd almost forgotten to tie her ankles together.
He took care of that, then grasped the gun again.
A chill went down Susan's spine.
"Oh, I see you're shaking. Well, don't worry, honey chile," he said, using his feminine voice again. "I've never hurt anyone who could cunt-fuck like you." He then put the gun into his pocketbook. "I'm sorry I have to leave you tied up and gagged like this, baby, but I can't let anything interfere with my plans. Your lover will be checking on you when he wakes up." Now he was picking up the car keys and his pocketbook. "Sorry, but I'll have to borrow Jim's car."
He walked over and turned off the lamp; walked over to the door, opened it slightly and peeked out. All was quiet, so he stepped outside, closed the door softly, letting the lock snap on it; then walked toward the car.
When he reached it, he unlocked the car door; got in and closed it easily. Turning the key, he started the motor and without turning on the lights, he drove off the lot and as soon as he hit the highway, he drove slowly until he was out of the sight of the motel; then he turned on the lights and stepped on the gas.
He laughed aloud as the car sped down the highway.
Gaylord was out for another adventure.
CHAPTER FOUR
After driving for about twenty-five miles, Gaylord decided that he'd better ditch the car. He had noticed headlights through the rear view mirror for the last five minutes. Maybe if he pulled off the road, he could flag the car down. At least it was worth a try! He pulled over on the soft shoulder and turned on the emergency blinkers; then jumped out of the car.
Soon, a clunker began slowing down. Then it was parking a few feet in front of the sedan. He hurried up to the driver's side. "Hi," he said in his feminine drawl. "I'm out of gas. Can you give me a lift?"
"Sure, little girl. Hop in," said a half intoxicated man in his late fifties.
"I'll be right with you. I have to turn off my car lights and the blinkers."
When that was taken care of, Gaylord hurried around to the passenger side and got in.
The old man was taking a long swig from a bottle of rot gut wine, and Gaylord noticed several empty wine bottles rolling beneath his feet.
"Don't you think you'd better get rid of some of these bottles?"
"Yeah, kick them out the door for me, will ya?"
Gaylord gladly did what he asked. Now the man was putting the cap back on the bottle and sticking it under the seat. He wiped his mouth with his dirty hand, then drove off.
After driving for a few minutes, the man turned to Gaylord and looked him up and down. There was a lustful gleam in his closely set eyes. "Hey, you're a pretty looking little girlie. What's your name?"
Gaylord thought fast. He was going to have to play along with this old drunk for awhile.
He managed a smile. "Gaye, what's your name?"
"I'm Jake."
The car swerved slightly over the center line. "You'd better keep your eyes on the road, Jake..!'
"Yeah, maybe you're right," and he focused his eyes back on the highway.
"There's no gas stations open until eight o'clock in the morning," Jake said. "I just live a few miles up the road. We would go to my place and have a drink; then I'll take you to get some gas."
"Well, I don't know," Gaylord said, thinking that he needed a couple of hours sleep and a place to stall until daylight.
"You'll be safe with me, girlie," the man said when he noticed Gaylord hesitating.
"Okay," said Gaylord coyly.
After a few minutes driving, Jake slowed down and turned up a winding dirt road into the woods.
"Where are you taking me?" Gaylord asked suspiciously as he opened the pocketbook by his side and put his hand on the gun.
"I gotta shack right up here. It ain't much, but it's comfortable."
Just then the headlights showed the shack, so Gaylord removed his hand from the gun and closed the pocketbook.
"Well, here we are, girlie," and he stopped the car. Then both of them got out and walked up to a weather-beaten wooden door.
The old man pushed the door open, lit a match, and found a kerosene lamp. He turned it on, and Gaylord looked about at the shabby surroundings. Old newspapers and cardboard boxes were strewn about, and the only furnishings were two old sagging dirty couches, a wood stove, a paint chipped table, and two rickety wooden chairs. There was a frayed dirty rug on the floor and wine bottles were scattered about.
Now Gaylord could see Jake plainly. He was short and stocky with a fat belly protruding over his belt. His face was red and bloated and he had a stubble of whiskers. His gray straight hair was unkempt. He was wearing a sweater with one elbow out and his trousers were shabby and too long for him.
Jake walked over to one of the couches and reaching behind it, got a half gallon of red wine and reaching up on a shelf, retrieved two glasses. He placed them on the table, removed the wine top, then started to fill them.
"Sit on one of the couches and relax, girlie," said Jake as he handed Gaylord a glass of wine.
Gaylord went over and sat down on the broken springs.
The old man downed his glass in one gulp, then filled it again and walking over to the couch, sat next to Gaylord.
Slyly, he slid one arm on the back of the couch behind Gaylord's neck.
Gaylord drank some of the wine, then set the glass on' the floor. When he leaned back, the old man grabbed him and began kissing him and rubbing his wirey beard against his cheek. "Relax, Gaye," he said in a slurred voice, "and let old Jake play with your pussy. I wanta play a little stink finger with you."
"What are you doing old sonofabitch?"
The old man slipped his hand under the elastic band of the pantsuit waist, and before Gaylord could stop him, he had a handful of his prick and balls.
Jake let go of them and pulling back, gasped. "I'll be a dirty bastard," he said. "What have I got here? A goddamned faggot?"
Gaylord jumped to his feet and smashed the old man in the face with his fist, knocking him back on the couch.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of Jake's mouth.
"Don't ever call me a faggot, you old wino bastard!" Gaylord shouted as he reached into his pocketbook and pulled out the gun. He held it against Jake's temple. "I oughta blow your alcohol soaked brain out!"
"No, don't! Don't! I didn't mean nothing."
"I'm only dressed like this because I'm on the run."
"Put the gun down, kid, and we'll talk. I've been on the lam before myself."
Gaylord studied his face for a moment, then took the gun away form his head and the old man sat up. "That's better, kid," and he reached down and got Gaylord's glass of wine. "Here, take it easy and finish this," he said with relief.
Gaylord drained the glass, then put the gun back into his pocketbook and sat down again.
"You wanna tell me about it, son?"
"There's nothing much to tell you except that I escaped from a private sanitarium where my mother signed me in four years ago."
"You don't act crazy to me, son."
"You're the first one I've met in a long time who doesn't think so. The only thing wrong with me is that I dig girls too much."
The old man's face lit up. "You're in the right company. That's what they've said about me all my life. I've done two stretches for rape, so I know how you feel."
Gaylord then went on to confide in him about the two girls who were camping and how he'd fucked them and made them suck him off.
Jake clapped his hands and chuckled. "Did you come down their throats?"
"Yes, and I shot a big load up one of their assholes."
Jake drooled from the mouth as he prompted Gaylord to fill him in on every minute detail.
Then as Gaylord started to tell him about the young couple in the motel, Jake intervened. "I got two about a week ago over in the next county. One was about fifteen and the other was in her forties." Then he went on to relate how he'd done it. "There's a girls' school about ten miles south of here that I've been casing. In the morning we can take a drive over there and maybe we can grab a couple of them and bring them back here."
Gaylord could see that Jake was really drunk now and getting sleepy. "Okay, Jake, let's get some sleep."
Jake put his feet up on the couch and mumbled. Then in a few seconds, he was snoring, so Gaylord went over and stretched out on the other couch and immediately fell asleep from exhaustion.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gaylord opened his eyes at dawn and looked over at the other couch. Jake was still snoring, so he quietly picked up his pocketbook from where he'd left it on the floor, then walked over to the door and opened it. When he was outside, he paused a moment and inhaled the fresh air to get the muskiness of the shack out of his lungs.
Then quickly he started to walk down the dirt road. It was only a short walk and didn't take long to reach the highway.
He stood beneath a tree watching for cars. Then he saw a Greyhound bus approaching. As it came closer, he could read Philadelphia and Atlantic City on the front. He stepped out to the edge of the highway and waved it down.
"Can you pick up a fare from here?" Gaylord inquired as the driver opened the automatic door.
"You're in luck, Miss. There happens to be one vacant seat."
Gaylord stepped up into the bus and digging into his pocketbook, brought out a twenty-dollar bill. He then paid the fare as far as Philadelphia and pocketed the change.
As the bus drove on again, he made his way to the rear and sat in the vacant aisle seat. As he'd only slept for a few hours, he was still exhausted. He cranked the seat on the side and let it recline. Then, resting his head against the head rest, he was soon dozing off.
Hours later he awakened as the bus was pulling up to a station for a rest stop. The passengers piled out and Gaylord followed them.
"How much longer until we reach Philly?" he asked the driver.
"Another hour," the man replied.
Gaylord went into the cafeteria and got coffee and a piece of chocolate pie. He didn't have any particular plans in mind except to get a hotel room and lose himself in the city. His mother's estate was located in Chestnut Hill, a swank suburb of Philadelphia, but probably she wasn't there as she usually traveled and only opened her home twice a year. He couldn't go there to live anyway, as she'd surely have him returned to the sanitarium.
He was all alone now and for a moment fear passed over him. Then he smiled to himself. At least he was free, and so far he'd been having one helluva ball. From here on out, he'd just play it be ear.
He knew that what he had left from the hundred dollars wouldn't last. Somehow, he'd have to get his hands on some more dough.
After the twenty minute stop, he walked over to a counter and purchased a detective magazine. Then he was boarding the bus again and after reading several stories, the bus was pulling in at a North Philadelphia station to let off a few passengers.
On the spur of the moment he decided to catch a local bus out to Willow Grove Amusement Park, as he needed a little recreation after being shutup for four years, and he hadn't gone there since he'd been a kid. He could spend the rest of the day there and have the time of his life going on the amusements, then later that night get a hotel room in downtown Philly.
An hour later found him at the crowded park. Being July it was packed with children and vacationers, so he had to wait in long lines to get on most of the rides.
by nightfall, he'd eaten hot dogs and cotton candy, and had quenched his thirst with root beers. It had been a hot sunny day, but now it was cooling off a little.
Waiting in line again, he bought a ticket for the tunnel of love, then after sitting in a boat and going through the eerie canal with skeletons jumping out at him, he walked toward the exit that was a narrow platform with a railing.
A man pulling a lever to release a strong gush of air, was blowing up girls' dresses, and a crowd standing outside were gathered to watch and laugh.
Gaylord was glad that he was wearing a pantsuit, as a dress blowing up and exposing his prick and balls might cause a riot!
When he walked down the exit ramp, he elbowed his way through the spectators and amused himself for awhile seeing the embarrassment of women whose dresses were being blown up, exposing their panties. Most of them wore pantyhose, and this ruined the effect for him.
Suddenly, a girl of around thirteen or fourteen screamed and clutched at her miniskirt. She had long-stemmed, bare legs, and for a split second Gaylord caught a glimpse of a cute black cunt. She was a little chick who didn't like to wear underwear and didn't have on any panties. She giggled, then rushed down the ramp; her long jet black hair flying in the breeze.
Gaylord hurried through the crowd, his eyes following her. She appeared to be alone, so keeping her in view, he walked at a safe distance behind until he saw her getting a ticket for the Ferris Wheel. He managed to squeeze ahead of others getting tickets and hurried up to the ticket cage. He bought a ticket, then stood beside the young girl until the huge wheel was letting passengers off and on.
The teenager got into a seat, and quickly Gaylord climbed in beside her. He didn't say a word as the wheel stopped and started, filling up with people.
When his seat stopped at the top, he looked over the park at the array of lights that flooded the midway.
The young girl turned to Gaylord as she brushed her jet black hair aside. "Wow, this is the part I like," she said.
Gaylord smiled sweetly. "Quite a sight," he drawled in his female voice.
"Yeah, it's groovy," the girl giggled as she chewed on her bubble gum. She was now staring at Gaylord's face, and for a second he wondered if she suspected that he was a man.
"Wow, what's a good-looking chick like you doing alone?" she asked.
"Simple, my dear. I got stood up."
"Oh, yeah, what a drag."
"What are you doing here alone?"
"Oh, I talked my mother into dropping me off at the park while she went over to a friend's house nearby. She's picking me up later."
"What's your name?" Gaylord asked.
"Katie. What's yours?"
"Gaye."
"That's cute," she giggled.
Gaylord reached into his pocketbook and pulled out a twenty. He held it up. "Here's some money I don't need. Why don't we have some fun? We can blow this in on some rides and stuff."
"Wow, you're swell. I just ran out of money and this was going to be my last ride."
After the Ferris Wheel went around several times their seat was the first one to stop at the bottom. It swung to a halt and they got off.
"Well, what would you like to do first, Katie?"
The teenager looked up and down the midway then grabbed Gaylord's hand and pulled him toward a concession. Her hand was soft and small and a warm feeling of passion coursed through Gaylord's groin. He could feel his foreskin move back as his penis became semi-hard, and in his mind's eye, he could still see the glimpse he'd caught of her black pubic hair and his hand trembled slightly.
They were now walking up to a counter where a man wearing a straw hat and a bow tie smiled at them. "Come on, girls, try your luck. Four balls for a quarter. If you knock all the milk bottles down, you win a snoopy doll."
Katie looked up at Gaylord. "Oh, Gaye, I want one of those so badly."
"Then go ahead. Throw all you want."
Katie kept throwing the baseballs at the wooden bottles and Gaylord kept paying the man. Finally after several more tries, she knocked them all down and the man handed her a snoopie doll which she caressed excitedly.
After taking in a few more concessions, they strolled farther down the midway.
Gaylord's arms were filled with plaster of Paris junk they'd won.
"Let's get some hot dogs and root beer, Katie."
They approached the hot dog stand and a young boy wearing a white uniform and cap gave them the eye as he looked them over.
"What'll you two chicks have?" he grinned.
"A couple of foot-long hot dogs and two large root beers," Gaylord said.
'-Coming right up," he said as he looked at all the prizes on Gaylord's arm. If he kept them, they'd have to come back, and he might be able to make a date with one of them! "I'll keep that stuff for you until you get ready to go home if you'd like," he offered.
"Gee, thanks," Gaylord said, glad to unload the junk. He gave it to the young man who put it under the counter, then went over to get the hot dogs and root beer. As he turned to prepare the frankfurters, Katie moved closer to Gaylord and whispered in his ear.
"Hey, Gaye, did you see the crazy bulge in front of his pants? He looks like he's got a big one. Wow! I wish he'd put that between my buns," she giggled.
Gaylord couldn't believe his ears, then realized that probably this was how girls joked among themselves and she thought he was a girl. Still, she was so young! He started to laugh. "You're too much, Katie. I was thinking the same thing."
"If my mother wasn't coming back to pick me up, you and I could try to make out with him."
Gaylord nodded as the young man served the hot dogs and root beer. Now he and Katie were putting mustard on their buns.
After they'd eaten and had started down the midway again, Gaylord said, "I've got an idea. Why don't we rent one of those motorboats and go around the artificial lake and beach?"
Gaylord had noticed, earlier that there were hidden coves where couples disappeared in the boats to neck in private.
As it was getting late, there weren't many boats in use and the lake was practically deserted.
Katie giggled, "Yeah, maybe we can watch some couples making it. The last time I went out on this lake, I saw a couple taking off their clothes and they didn't seem to care who was watching. It was broad daylight, too! And they did things in front of every boat that passed by."
"Gosh, that sounds great," Gaylord said with a lump in his throat. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the ticket cage and purchased a ticket for a boat. An attendant led them down a ramp to a small pier and helped them into a motorboat.
Several minutes later found them going across the lake.
"Go that way, Gaye. Over to that little island. That's where all the kids hang out."
When they reached the small island, Gaylord tied the boat to a piling.
"Come on, Gaye," Katie said as they stepped up on some rocks that led to the shore.
"We're lucky that there's a full moon," Gaylord said. "It sure is dark out here."
"Hey, listen!" Katie put one hand to her ear. "I hear somebody over there. Come on, but be quiet."
Gaylord followed her through some brush and after walking several yards, Katie stopped and whispered softly. "Hey, Gaye, come here."
He-crept up behind her.
"Look, Gaye, get a load of those two!"
Gaylord put his hand over his mouth as he saw two teenagers fucking on a blanket. The blonde was on top of the boy. She was moaning as she went up and down arid side to side on his prick.
"Ohhh, I wish that were me," Katie sighed enviously as she put her hand under her miniskirt and felt her hot little slit.
Gaylord's semi-hard-on had grown into a stiff rigid one. He looked over at Katie and saw her playing with herself. Her eyes were wide open with passion as she kept peeping at the humping couple.
Gaylord took advantage of this by sliding his hand under her miniskirt and letting his finger go up and down the crease of her well-shaped ass.
Katie moaned as his finger replaced her hand and fingered her tight wet cunt. "How does that feel, Katie, baby?"
"Oh, real nice, Gaye. Too bad you're not a boy."
"I can make love just like a boy if you want me to," he whispered huskily.
Katie gulped. Her mouth was dry. She looked into his eyes, then threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips hard on his. Her gooey tongue forced his mouth open, then she was ramming it almost to his tonsils and licking and lapping.
After the lingering kiss, Gaylord pulled his mouth away. "Why, you sexy little devil, I've got to eat you up."
"Come on," Katie whispered lustfully, and grabbing his hand, she led him a safe distance away from the couple and pulled him down on the sandy beach.
Her tongue found its way into his mouth again and his arms were now wrapped around her and his fingers were working the zipper down on her miniskirt until he could get it off.
She helped him by getting her blouse off. Now she was completely nude.
Gaylord put the skirt beneath her ass so that he wouldn't get a mouthful of sand. Now he was spreading the teenager's legs apart and pushing his head between them.
Her young girlish smell excited his senses. It was a different odor than that of more mature girls. Probably she hadn't learned how to douche yet, but he was too horny to give a shit.
He was surprised when he sank his tongue all the way into her hard young pussy. The hanging lips were stretched and the hole was flexible. Young girls he'd raped in the past had been around this chick's age, yet their cunts had been as tight as hell.
Katie had grabbed his ears and was now grinding her hot juicy cunt all over his face.
"Gaye, you sure can eat pussy. You feel just like a man."
Gaylord looked up from her split. His eyes roamed up to her belly and small hard tits.
"Don't panic, Katie, but I am a man," he confessed.
"What! You're kidding!"
"No. As soon as I eat you up, I'll show you my big prick."
Katie smiled and mumbled, "Okay," as she concentrated on his tongue that was connecting with her cunt again. Now her guts felt like they'd caught on fire. She grabbed his long hair. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Faster, faster. That's it, right there."
Then Katie came and came and came until her body finally relaxed.
Gaylord got up and stood above her.
"Wow, but that was good, Gaye. Wild!" And she giggled. "You were just putting me on about being a man, weren't you?"
Gaylord laughed. "I'll show you," he said as he removed the bottom part of his pantsuit. The head of his huge penis looked gigantic in the moonlight.
Katie gasped and jumped to her feet. "What are you doing wearing girl's clothes?"
"I was swimming and somebody stole my stuff, so I stole somebody else's. Girls' clothes was all I could find. I had to buy some makeup so people wouldn't think I was a homosexual. You're not mad at me, are you, Gaye?"
"I guess not, but it's such a shock seeing that big prick sticking out."
"Why don't you suck it a little like I sucked your cute little cunt, Katie, baby?"
She hesitated.
"Haven't you ever eaten one of your boyfriend's up?"
"Sure, what do you think I am, a square? But theirs are real small ones. Say, are you old enough to come?"
"I sure am, Katie."
"Wow, crazy, nothing ever came out of the ones I sucked."
Gaylord pushed her head down then roughly shoved his huge penis right into her mouth. "I guarantee you this time that something's gonna come out."
She didn't hear him as her big red mouth worked feverishly up and down and around the swollen shaft. She had a firm hold on the base with her small soft hand and was squeezing and milking it.
Some of the premature hot sperm had leaked into her mouth and this made her suck and lap all the harder.
"That's it, Katie. Oh, suck me. Eat me. Let your mouth fuck my prick like a cunt."
Gaylord noticed a tree behind him, so he stepped back and leaned against it.
Katie fell to her knees in the sand, bobbing her head up and down on his swollen member.
She sucked and sucked.
Just as he started to come, he opened his eyes and looking a few feet away, saw the young couple watching him. When his eyes met theirs, they giggled, then ran to get into their boat.
Gaylord put them out of his mind and shot his load into Katie's mouth and after his body stopped shaking, the young girl slid her mouth away from his leaking cock.
She was going to spit out the gism, but Gaylord quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Swallow it, you little bitch!"
Katie was almost choking as the white stuff was forced down her throat.
Gaylord didn't remove his hand until she had swallowed the whole load, and when he did pull his hand away, Katie began to cry.
"I don't like you anymore," she whimpered. "I want my mother." Then she started to scream.
"Shutup, you brat!" And smashing her face with his fist, she landed on her ass in the sand.
The teenager was frightened now and it showed in her eyes. They widened as she got up and started to make a dash for the boat.
Gaylord grabbed her long flowing hair and yanked it cruelly, at the same time kneeling down and pulling her over his knee. He began spanking her so hard across her white ass that his hand turned red and stung.
Katie was really screaming now.
"Go ahead and scream. Nobody can hear you out here," he said as he threw her on the ground, picked up his pantsuit bottom, got into it quickly, grabbed his pocketbook, then turned toward the boat.
Katie reached for her clothes, but he knocked her roughly to the ground. "You're gonna have to swim back, cunt." He sneered at her.
Then leaving her there, he hurried to the motor boat, got in and drove it to another exit on the lake where he pulled it in, tied it up, got out, then walked through some trees in the picnic area until he reached the other side of the amusement park.
He saw buses -lined up and people leaving so walking over to one of them, he boarded it and soon he was on his way to downtown Philadelphia.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning Gaylord awoke in a hotel on Chestnut Hill. He stretched, yawned and let out a loud fart, then reaching for a pack of cigarettes, he sat up in bed and lit one.
Reaching over to the night table, he picked up the receiver on the telephone. "What time is it?" he inquired.
"Eleven-thirty, Miss. Do you want room service?"
"No, thanks. I think I'll go and eat breakfast," and he hung up.
He took a shower and dressed. He noticed as he applied makeup that his beard was starting to grow slightly, so he applied the cream powder base more thickly over his face. He'd have to buy a razor and shave later.
When he was ready, he took the elevator to the ground floor, then walked over into a hot, muggy day. After a three-block walk, he spotted a large store on the corner. He bought a newspaper from a stand out front, then walked in and to the rear where there was a lunch counter. Finding a stool, he sat on it, ordered juice, coffee, ham and eggs, home fries and toast. Then, as he drank the juice and sipped on some coffee awaiting his order, he thumbed through the news section.
An item on page three caught his eye.
A young couple reported the theft of their automobile that was stolen after they had checked into a motel in the mountains. The young lady told police that a blonde girl they had picked up on the highway who said her name was Gaye, had tied her up at gunpoint and had gagged her, then taken the car keys.
"The vehicle was later found by the highway patrol, stranded twenty-five miles away.
"Police want all persons on vacations in lonely areas to be on the lookout for this young blonde who is armed and dangerous."
Gaylord read the rest of the details where his description was given, also the exact location of the motel and the general area where he was suspected of being.
He folded the newspaper as a counter girl was serving his breakfast. As he ate, he smiled. So Susan hadn't told Jim that he was a man! He wondered how she'd explained being naked. Oh, well, she could have said that she was bound and gagged before she'd had time to put on her nightie.
Then another thought struck him. He'd have to get out of his present disguise.
by the time he'd finished eating he had come up with a plan. He began roaming around the large store buying things. When he'd finished shopping, he had packages in both arms, so he returned to the hotel and went directly to the desk in the lobby, paid his bill and said he'd be checking out at two.
Once in his room again, he dropped the packages on the bed and removed the items he'd purchased.
He took a razor, a pack of blades and a bottle of black shampoo tint into the bathroom where he undressed. Then he made the transformation from blonde to brunette, shaved, and applied a darker shade of makeup and a bright red lipstick. He styled his now black hair into a demure coiffure, bobby pinning a bun at the top of his head. Then he went to the bed and removed a tunic blouse, wrap-around midi-skirt, shoes, pocketbook, garter belt and nylons. He put an overnight bag on the floor and put some other items into it. Then he got his old clothes and shoes from the bathroom and shoved them into a paper bag with the discarded pocketbook that he removed the gun from, transferring it to the new one.
He surveyed himself in the mirror. He looked completely different. Almost like an old maid! He doubted if even his own mother would recognize him if she passed him on the street.
He laughed as he mused. The cops will be looking for a little blonde!
He got the newspaper he'd purchased earlier and turned to the classified section, then sitting at the desk, he scanned through the long columns of household help.
He jotted down several phone numbers and addresses, then he got his stuff together and left the room carrying the overnight bag, large pocketbook and a paper bag with the things he'd discarded.
He got on the elevator and when it reached the ground floor, he walked through the lobby where people were coming and going. Nobody paid any attention to him.
He walked out the front door and cut up a side street until he came to an alley where large trash cans were -lined up behind an office building. He threw the paper bag in, letting it fall beneath other trash, then put the lid back on. Then he walked another two blocks where he went into a phone booth in a drugstore and started to call the numbers he'd jotted down from the ads.
The positions had been filled on the first two calls he made; however, on the third call to a young woman in Strawberry Mansion, she asked him to come right out for an interview.
He was still using his practiced Southern accent, as that seemed to be the only voice he could effect a high pitch on without sounding like a man. He told the woman his name was Gertrude Jennings, that he'd left his husband because he'd caught him cheating and had only been in Philly for a short period of time. He smiled as he hung up as living the role of a girl was beginning to be fun in a way. Females had a much different way of conversing with other females than they did when in the company of males.
It had become very interesting!
He walked to a bus stop and after a ten-minute wait, got on a bus going to Strawberry Mansion.
The bus was crowded so he had to stand up and hang onto a strap. A cute little redhead wearing a short-short skirt was hanging on the strap next to him, and on the other side of her, a bespeckled middle-aged man was grasping a strap. Every time the bus stopped to let off passengers, the line of strap holders were pushed into each other.
Gaylord got a big hard-on as the bus kept lurching him into the little redhead's ass. Not being able to control it, on a sudden stop, his stiff cock rammed right against her ass crease. She looked around at the persons on either side of her and seeing only Gaylord and the bespeckled gent, she knew it had to be the man, as Gaylord was a woman. She hauled him out and gave the man a stinging blow across his cheek. "Fresh!" she said angrily.
Gaylord's stop was the next one, so he was already making his way to the front of the bus. As the bus let off passengers, he could hear angry voices and a big commotion going on. He jumped off the bus quickly, and by the time he walked two blocks and rang the bell of a two-story brick dwelling, his hard-on had gone down.
An attractive young woman answered the door. He was ushered into a nicely-furnished living room, then over a cup of coffee he was interviewed. The young woman had liked him, and over a second cup of coffee, it was decided that he'd remain there, get settled, then start work the next day when her husband went out of town on his twice a month business trip to New York City. She said the duties would be light; that she mostly wanted a companion.
Gaylord told her his sister was going to send the rest of his things after he had a permanent address, so the woman didn't get suspicious at him only having an overnight bag. ' "Well, I might as well show you to your room," she said.
Gaylord picked up his overnight bag and large pocketbook and followed her up a stairway, then down a hall to a bedroom in the back of the old-fashioned house.
His eyes didn't miss the sway of her wide ass as it moved from side to side with her stride. As she was wearing a loose duster, he hadn't been able to judge how big her tits were, but he had managed to catch a quick flash of white thighs when she'd crossed her legs during the interview.
He figured she was in her late twenties. She had neck length brown hair and a lovely face with big hazel eyes and long lashes.
As she showed him his room, he wondered if her husband was a good lover.
"How long does Mr. Swartz, remain away on his business trips?" he asked.
"Oh, usually three days, sometimes a week."
"It must get awfully lonesome for you."
"It does. He hates leaving me alone. But now I'll have you to keep me company."
"I'll try to fill the bill, Mrs. Swartz," he said, giving her a friendly smile.
"Then let's not be formal. Call me Magda and I'll call you Gertrude."
"Gert," he said quickly. "That's my nickname."
"Well, I have to write some letters," the young woman said. "Just feel at home. Oh, the bathroom's up the hall between our room and the guest room. I hope you'll like working for me.
"I'm sure I will, Magda," he quickly replied. Gaylord, trying not to be obvious about sizing up her figure.
"Then I'll let you know when dinner's ready. Kevin gets home around five." She then left the room and Gaylord lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the single bed. He'd had difficulty in keeping his big penis from making a bulge in the wrap around skirt ever since he'd seen the way her asscheeks moved with her walk. It was hard now and extremely annoying.
Perhaps he should have bought a pair of snuggies to hold it in place, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to wear women's panties. He was all man, not a sissy! Wearing the garter belt to hold up the nylons was bad enough!
He got up, then went over and closed the door. That done, he stood in front of the vanity mirror and raised his skirt. He laughed at the sight his stuck-out prick made between the garter belt straps. He reached down and worked back the foreskin. Damn, but he was horny! He started to jack off in earnest, enjoying watching himself in the mirror. It was a one man stag show and as-lustful as hell to have the reflection of the fat head quiver at the eye each time he pumped his cock.
He thought about Magda's big ass again and this brought a spray of come splashing against the mirror. His knees buckled as he squeezed out the last drop of gism, then quickly reached into a box of Kleenex on the dresser and wiped the milky residue off the glass.
I wonder if other guys have prick problems like I do? he wondered as he went over to his overnight bag to get out some toilet articles.
He spent the next few hours watching a few programs on the small portable TV in his room. Then it was time for dinner and Magda was at the top of the stairs calling him.
Kevin was a short fat individual with a thinning hairline. He was polite but formal and this, Gaylord was thankful for, as he'd had the slight fear of the man suspecting he wasn't really a girl.
As Gaylord ate, he tried to visualize Kevin fucking his wife. It didn't make a very romantic picture. Probably the guy only had about three inches and fucked like a rabbit.
After dinner was over, Gaylord offered to help with the dishes, but Magda said she'd do them as his work wouldn't start until the following day, so he excused himself and returned to his room where he Watched the evening TV programs.
He saw one where a man using various disguises, one as a woman, was strangling women. Shit, what a lunatic! He thought. Women were made for fucking, not killing!
It was ten o'clock when the last program he'd watched was over, so he got a pair of cotton pajamas and a silk bathrobe from his overnight bag and got out of his clothes.
He could hear Magda and Kevin taking turns in the bathroom, then he heard their bedroom door close, and all was quiet.
He went into the bathroom and took a shower, then retired for the night himself.
Kevin left early the next morning for New York, and the three days after that found Gaylord working his ass off. Although Magda had said the duties would be light, she had a way of piling up the work, and he had to scrub floors, wax, wash windows and walls, and by evening, he was almost too pooped to pop!
On the fourth day, Kevin called from New York and said he'd be gone four more days.
Gaylord decided that it wasn't worth hiding out here any longer and doing such hard work, so he told Magda he'd decided to return to his husband and would be leaving in the morning. She said she was sorry to see him go, and gave him fifty dollars for his services.
But Gaylord was already planning to leave that night. Only one small detail was keeping him there now that he had his pay. And that was he'd made up his mind to get some of Magda's tempting ass!
He had his stuff all packed in his overnight bag and was dressed. He remained in his room until he heard her bedroom door close. Then reaching into his pocketbook, he took out the gun and put it in the large pocket of his tunic blouse. He tip-toed steathily down the hall until he reached the door of Magda's room. He could see a ray of light shining beneath it.
Bending over, he put one eye on the large keyhole. It was the biggest clearest one he'd ever found and he could see the whole room.
There she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was wearing red lace bikini panties and had just removed her brassiere and was throwing it on a chair. She rubbed her now free tits. There was a red indentation on her shoulders that led around her back. She rubbed circulation back into the places where the light straps had dug into her flesh, then lit a cigarette.
Her hands had obstructed a complete view of her tits. Now Gaylord could see them. Wow! he thought, those are some kind of knockers! She had the most perfect nipples he'd ever seen; red cherry colored ones that stuck way out. God, what a mouthful.
His taste ducts opened up and he could feel saliva running down his chin. He wiped it off with the back of his hand as he continued to watch her.
She stood up and admired herself in the mirror, then putting her hands on her hips, she made a vulgar motion, cocking her ass and putting her hands on the side of it, let one of them slide over to her belly. She rubbed it several times, then scratched her thick brown pussy-hairs and crushed her cigarette out in an ashtray.
"Goddammit," she said aloud. "I wish I had a man who could satisfy me."
Gaylord was rubbing his cock through his skirt as Magda had gotten him so hot that his knees were shaking. She was going over to the bed now, then getting on it and lying back against the pillow with her legs wide open and her hand on her cunt through a pantie leg.
Gaylord could no longer take the peeping, so he flung the door open.
Quickly, Magda removed her hand and her face reddened. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Gaylord walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "I've decided to leave tonight so I came in to say goodbye," he said.
"Well, you should have knocked instead of barging in here like this," she said, regaining her composure. Then she noticed the strange look on his face. Suddenly Gaylord reached down with either hand and grabbed the hem of his long midi-skirt. With a deft movement he yanked it up and his big hard prick shot out between the garter belt straps. The bulging head was dangling directly in front of her face.
Her mouth flew open and her eyes bulged at the unexpected sight.
"God all mighty," she said, "Is this a dream?"
"No, baby, I'm afraid this is the real thing," he grinned sadistically. "You wanted a man, well here I am."
"I should have known. I knew there was something fishy about you. You should be ashamed of yourself," she said as she started to get up.
Gaylord shoved her back against the pillow and letting the skirt hang over his hard penis, he pulled the gun from his tunic blouse pocket and waved it at her. "If you don't want that pretty head of yours blown off you'll shutup and do as I say."
Using his free hand, he unbuttoned the long skirt and let it slide off his penis to the floor where he stepped out of it.
Magda tried to avert her eyes from the lustful sight of his stiff prick and fat hanging scrotum, but try as she may, she couldn't stop looking. Her eyes seemed to be mesmerized on his genitals.
Gaylord kicked off his shoes. "Start taking off my nylons and garter belt," he told her.
She leaned forward and gave him a dirty look. "You must be kidding. What do you think I am?"
"Right now you look like a big fucking whore. I should have said a big horny whore. I saw you dipping your fingers into your cunt, and before that, I was looking through the keyhole and I saw and heard everything, so don't pull that decent woman bit on me, sister."
Magda couldn't answer him as she knew he had her number. "Are you going to murder me?" she asked, staring at the gun.
"It all depends on how you act," he said.
"The first time you give me any shit, I'll pull the trigger."
Fear showed in the young woman's eyes. What could she do? Her husband was out of town. The telephone was downstairs and she was alone in the house with the killer. She decided that her only chance of staying alive was to do whatever he told her to do, then try to talk him out of killing her. She had to keep a level head and not panic.
"Do anything you want to," she said, facing him and smiling weakly.
"That's better," Gaylord grinned as she started to undo the garter belt straps and peel the nylons down his legs. As she did this, he pulled off his tunic blouse with one hand.
"How does my prick compare with your husband's?" he asked as he saw her eyeing it.
"Yours is three times as big."
"That's what I figured," he said.
"Have you ever had a big dick in your cunt?"
"Once in high school on a date, a boy had one almost as big as yours, but he only got the head in. I couldn't take it. It hurt too much."
She was now getting the nylons over his feet. Then she straightened up and unhooked the back of his garter belt. Now he was completely naked.
"Get those bikinis off," he commanded. "I want to see that gash."
Magda removed them and tossed them to the floor. Now she was completely naked.
Gaylord put the gun on the dresser out of her reach, then turned out all the lights except a high intensity goose-neck lamp next to the bed. "Now, baby, I want you to open your legs as wide as you can and lean back on your elbows. Good! Wider!" He bent the neck of the lamp, and shined it between her legs.
Magda's pussy was wide open and this caused Gaylord to lick his lips and bend his big head forward. He reached with one finger and lifted her small clit; then gave it a quick lick.
Magda's stomach muscles tightened, and seeing her react, he repeated the procedure several times. Her twat twitched, then to his delight, several thick drops of pussy-fluid oozed down slowly on the lips. He scooped them up on his tongue and with a feathery touch, ran it in a complete circle.
This really steamed her up!
He heard a low moan escape her throat, so placing either hand behind the back of her thighs, he pushed upward until he could see the deep crease of her big ass. Then he pulled the cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing the pink puckerstring of her rectum. His large green eyes widened as he licked the rim. When he pulled his tongue away, the anus dilated and contracted.
"Hey, baby, that sweet asshole of yours is calling for my big dick."
"You're not going to do that to me are you?"
"Oh yes I am," he said as he rubbed his hands together with anticipation.
"You dirty degenerate," she cried out. "That's an unnatural act."
Gaylord grabbed her wrists and pulled her upward into a sitting position on the edge of the bed so that she was sitting in front of him.
"You'll see how unnatural getting it up the ass is," he said gruffly as he slapped her hard across the cheek.
Magda saw stars for a moment and the next thing she remembered was the head of his big penis entering her mouth. She had always wanted to suck her husband off but he was too prudish and she had been afraid to tell him of her secret desire.
Instinctively her tongue started to move along the edges.
"That's it, baby. I want to shoot this load down your throat as I want to last awhile when I fuck your asshole and your cunt," he said, his eyes burning with lust.
Magda's mouth responded as she took more of his cock into her mouth, stretching it like a condom. She wrapped her hand around his cock and discovered that her fingers and thumb didn't meet because of its thickness. She pulled the skin back causing the foreskin to tighten. Her head was bobbing up and down like a cork on water as she continued to excite him with her tongue.
He slid both hands down and kneaded the soft flesh of her tits. He tried to hold back his sperm but she pulled it out of him with her sucking mouth. Then after the initial spurt of gism, he released her tits and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her until his entire nine inches disappeared into her skull. After he was sexually gratified, he grinned and said: "Okay, that's enough, baby."
Magda didn't seem to hear him so he had to push her forehead as hard as he could to free his prick from the confines of her hungry mouth.
Drops of his hot gism dripped from the corners of her mouth as she fell back on the bed. She caught them with her tongue, then swallowed them. There was now a different look in her eyes. "Please, do something for me, handsome. My pussy's on fire," she moaned with passion.
"Turn over and get on your knees so I can get all of you," Gaylord said.
As soon as she got into position, he pushed down on the small of her back and this caused her vagina to open. Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs and stuck his head under her midsection. Sticking his tongue out as far as he could, he let it probe every recess of her twitching pussy, starting at the tip of the hard clitoris, then going all the way across her cunt.
Her body shivered as his hot lips covered the cunt, then swiped all the way up and into her asshole.
Her body began sizzling with lust. "Aaaaah, Ooooh, lick me, daddy. That's it. Eat my itchy pussy. Oh, ohhhhh, you're sooooooooo so good."
Gaylord slashed at her with his sword-like tongue as he cut through her slit like a bulldozer, and the sex hungry lips of her cunt opened and closed like a tulip. Gushes of sex-juice flooded his greedy mouth and he could taste her pleasure.
Magda started huffing and puffing as he stuck half of his hand in her cunt-hole. He removed his hand that was now soaked with her come and wiped it all over her puckered anus. Then he worked the tightness out of her asshole with his fingers.
"Turn around, baby, and slobber over my dick."
She twisted her head down and gave his cock a couple of wet sucks until it was as hard as a rock.
Gaylord then positioned his throbbing penis against the brown target and pulling his ass back, he rammed it as hard as he could but the tight, stubborn hole wouldn't cooperate.
Magda pushed backward as hard as she could against the persistent cock. Finally the small anus opened widely, letting the huge head in.
Once inside, the walls of her rectum gave way and now the cock was going in easier.
Gaylord began to go in and out and with each thrust he was getting in deeper. He could hear his thighs slapping against the cheeks of her ass.
Magda's tongue was hanging out one side of her mouth, her teeth was bared, her eyes were bulging and there was a satisfied look on her face. She started to purr like a kitten, then tiny squeals squeaked in her throat.
"Ah, so you like it, baby. You like my big prick up your ass."
"I not only like it, I love it, slam it to me. Deeper, deeper. Give me all you've got.
He forced his last inch into her. "Okay, baby, you've got it all the way to my nuts," he panted.
A disappointed look came over her face. She still wanted more.
After a few more in and out plunges, Gaylord felt himself ready to come again, so wanting to country-fuck her in the open-pussy, with a quick movement, he yanked the throbbing cock out of her asshole. "Ow!" Magda yelled.
He looked down at the sore dripping brown and red colored organ, then he turned her around, spread her legs and got ready for the big plunge. He drove it in to the hilt and tightened his ass muscles.
Magda's legs wrapped around his back in a scissor grip and her bare boobs flattened against his chest. She forced her tongue into his mouth and they swapped spits.
by now Gaylord was gasping for breath. He hadn't expected her to be this wild and horny. She was fucking the holy shit out of him. Her body was undulating and her cunt was snapping and pulling; and their pubic hairs were meshed together, causing great friction to her man-in-the-boat.
As Gaylord's fat hard prick went in and out rapidly between the parted folds of her cunt, she met every stroke with enthusiasm, moving her body in perfect harmony to his.
"Fuck me, you dirty bastard, fuck me till hell freezes over."
She grabbed two handfuls of Gaylord's hair and dug her fingernails into his scalp. The bobby pins came loose and the bun he'd styled fell apart. Now his long black hair was falling all about his face and ears. Then she was biting his shoulder, her teeth making red imprints.
He had a wild woman on his hands.
He could feel the head of his dong hitting hidden depths that he felt certain was virgin territory due to the gripping tightness making a strong band around his swollen throbbing corona. The warm strong suction seemed to be wringing his penis like clothes being run through a wringer or an old model washing machine and thrill after thrill shot through his loins, causing his ass to quiver and his toes to curl.
"Take it easy, Magda. You're nearly breaking my pecker off," he groaned as the tight grip of her hot womb clamped his tender prickhead.
"You wanted to rape me, so shutup and fuck. I'm going to come. Here it is. Oh, Gert, I mean, whoever in the hell you are, fuck me, fuck me. Ohhhh, you darling little bastard."
She was really undulating her body now. Her long fingernails were raking his back and she was panting and pumping her ass like crazy!
Then just as Gaylord tensed his ass-moons, ready to release his youthful spunk into her creaming pussy, she wriggled her body and slid from beneath him.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he asked. He'd been taken off guard and before he could regain his senses, she was jumping off the bed and running across the room toward the gun!
Gaylord's reflexes were quick!
He leaped off the bed and caught her just as her hand reached for the gun. Springing on her from behind, he tackled her and they fell to the rug.
Magda was kicking and biting him as they rolled about the floor struggling and wrestling. Finally Gaylord got her hands pinned behind her back. She was tiring now and was out of breath.
"You goddamned bitch," he spat. "What in the hell do you think you're doing? I told you, you'd better do what I say. I should blow your brains out and let your old man find them all over the walls and rug." His voice was menacing, his eyes evil and Magda felt real fright for the first time.
"You're crazy!" she shrieked.
This brought a swift stinging slap across her mouth, the impact causing one off her teeth to scrape against her inner lips, puncturing the flesh and drawing blood.
"If you ever use that word again, I'll beat that pretty face to a pulp," he shouted. His face was red with rage and a dull throbbing nagged at his temples.
"I'm sorry," Magda said, her voice trembling and panic gripping her very being.
"That's better. Now let's forget this little interruption. You're all set. You got your jollies, but what about this?" And he straddled her face and let her see his hard penis that was slimy with her come. He was wagging it so close to her nose that she could smell the sexy odor.
Then the loud shrill ringing of the telephone could be heard from downstairs. It kept ringing persistantly.
"That must be Kevin," said Magda. Probably he came back sooner than he'd planned on. When he arrives late, he always calls me first from downtown. If I don't answer , he'll think something's wrong. You'd better get dressed and get out of here. If he walks in and see what's happening he'll call the police."
Then the phone stopped ringing.
"Oh yeah," Gaylord chuckled. "Remember, baby, I've got the gun . If he walks in here, he might find himself getting fucked up the ass!" ' "You are crazy!" She'd forgotten his warning and fear crossed her features when she saw the dark foreboding look on his face. Then he seemed to change moods. Perhaps that had been her husband calling from downtown. He couldn't waste any more time, and the important thing right now was to get rid of this big bone hard prick. It was so swollen with blood that it ached. So with a quick movement, he shoved it roughly between her lips and let it ram all the way down her throat.
He didn't give her the chance to lick or suck. He was controlling the movements as he fucked her throat with violent deep thrusts; in and out, in and out, then after the sixth stroke he released his hot load and she almost choked as he kept pumping his penis in and out of the sloshing come. Finally it went limp and he pulled it out. Then getting to his feet, he walked over and picked up the gun. He pointed it at Magda.
"Get over on that bed, and if you make one move while I get dressed, you'll get a bullet right through your belly."
Magda went over to the bed and pulled the covers over her nakedness. She watched him while he put the gun within easy reach, then gathered up his clothes and got dressed quickly. He picked up a comb from the dresser and ran it through his black hair, combing it over his ears and into bangs. Now all he had to do was get his pocketbook and overnight bag. He picked up the gun again.
"Don't get any idea about rushing downstairs to the phone, bitch, for if you do, I'll be right after you and before you can dial, I'll blow your hand off!"
"I won't. Just get out of here."
Gaylord ran down the hall looking over his shoulder to make certain she remained in her room. Then he snatched his pocketbook and put the gun into it, picked up his overnight bag and hurried down the stairs.
As he reached the bottom of them, the phone started to ring again. He walked over to it and picked up the receiver. "Hello," he said, using his feminine Southern accent.
"Hello. Who is this? Gert?"
"Yes."
"This is Kevin. I've been trying to get my wife. I'm in downtown Philly in Linton's restaurant. Will you put her on the phone please?"
"I think she's asleep."
"Well, don't disturb her then. I'll be home as soon as I finish eating. In about half an hour. Sorry if I woke you up."
"Oh, that's all right."
Kevin said a clipped goodbye then hung up and for a moment Gaylord tried to think. He realized there was a chance that Magda would call the police as soon as he walked out. He put down his overnight bag then taking two steps at a time, soon reached her room. She had put on a bathrobe and was walking toward the door. Opened it. She surveyed the situation and Gaylord grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the closet. Then he opened the door and shoved her in.
"You're not going to leave me in here to smother, are you?"
"Your husband will be here soon. He'll let you out."
"Then that was him on the phone?"
"Yes," and Gaylord shut the door then dragged a chair over and pushed the wooden back of it beneath the door knob.
"So long, baby, and thanks for the good time. You can sure suck cock." He laughed and rushed out of the room and downstairs again. Then a sudden thought hit him. Using a little strength or shaking the door, she could get the chair loose and escape from the closet.
He went over to the phone and with a powerful yank, pulled out the cord in the wall. Then picking up his overnight bag, he got the hell out of there.
He was lucky as after walking only two blocks, a vacant cab was coming down the street. He hailed it and told the driver to let him off at the nearest Broad Street Subway entrance.
Soon, he was safely on a subway train, and headed for downtown Philadelphia. He'd check into another hotel until he could decide what to do.
Tomorrow was another day, he told himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gaylord had no sooner gotten settled in the train seat when a strong, erotic perfume reached his nostrils. Glancing over to the seat next to him, he saw a gorgeous, slender black girl with a natural hairdo. She had coffee colored skin, hazel eyes with brown specks in them, a beautiful straight nose, and full, sensuous lips. She was young, probably still in her teens.
Gaylord's eyes lowered to her mini-skirt. She wore no stockings and her small feet were encased in sandals, showing silver polished toenails.
She was so lovely that she almost took his breath away.
Then she noticed Gaylord eyeing her, so she gave him a half smile.
He responded immediately. "I'm sorry for staring at you, Miss, but your beauty is very striking," he said, flushing slightly. He had used an extra high pitched voice, and his southern drawl.
"Oh, that's all right. I'm a model, so I'm used to being stared at," said the girl in a sultry voice that dripped with sex. Then studying Gaylord's face, she noticed a sad lost look in his eyes, almost troubled. "What's the matter, girl? You look like something's bothering you."
"I ran out of money," Gaylord lied, "and I don't have a place to stay tonight. Looks like I'll have to ride the subway trains till morning."
"I get off at the next stop. You can spend the night with me if you'd like," the girl offered.
Gaylord's face lit up. "But you don't know me."
"That's all right, baby. You have an honest face," the young girl said with a broad smile as she reached for his hand and squeezed it in a warm, friendly manner.
"Gee but you're awfully sweet," said Gaylord. "I won't be any trouble."
The train was slowing down at a south Philadelphia station. "Come on, let's go," the girl smiled.
Gaylord picked up his overnight bag and they hurried to the automatic door. When it opened, they stepped out to the platform and walked toward the stairs. After they'd reached the street the girl stopped long enough to buy a newspaper.
As the two of them walked down the block toward the girl's apartment she asked Gaylord what his name was.
"I'm Gail," he told her.
"My name's Patti. Well, here we are."
They reached a brownstone dwelling and she walked down several steps to a basement apartment. She dug into her pocketbook for a key, then opened the door and Gaylord followed her inside.
After the girl had locked the door behind them, she snapped on a lamp.
"Gee, what a beautiful place you have. It's very artistic," said Gaylord as he looked around at a quaint little bar that was upholstered with leopard skin and had two matching stools. An abstract oil painting hung over the bar on the wall. It was a nude girl that resembled Patti. Thick white carpeting covered the floor and the walls were painted white with a black ceiling.
"Fix yourself a drink, Gail, while I go to the bathroom."
"Thanks. Can I fix something for you?"
"Sure. Pour me a glass of red wine," she replied, then she walked through a door to the right.
Gaylord put his overnight bag on the floor and placed his pocketbook at the end of the bar. Then he poured two glasses of red wine and took them over to a marble coffee table. He sat on the sofa, and by that time, Patti was back. She had changed into a red silk shortie robe and had removed her sandals.
She sat down beside Gaylord and picked up her glass of wine and as she sipped it, his eyes roamed over her bare thighs. She crossed her legs and he got a better look at the bare expanse of chocolate flesh.
After a few minutes of idle conversation, Patti reached over and stroked Gaylord's black dyed hair. "Say, baby, I noticed how you were looking at me on the subway train," she smiled. "You go for girls, don't you?"
This struck Gaylord as funny. He suppressed a grin and lowered his head coyly, trying to appear embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Patti, but I guess I do, and you're so beautiful."
"Look, Gail! You can confide in me. I'm not like most of these white chicks. I've been around and I've met all kinds of people. Nothing shakes me up. I've seen it all."
Gaylord looked up at her and smiled. He felt more relaxed now in her company. "Well, I bet you've never run across anyone like me before."
Patti shook her head and laughed. "What do you have that's so different? Two pussies?"
Gaylord stood up in front of her between the sofa and coffee table. He then pulled his skirt up to his waist, exposing his gigantic, long, fat prick.
"Well I'll be a motherfucker! You had me fooled completely. Now I've really seen it all, and I thought you were a bull dyke. Say, you're sure hung nice," she sighed as she eyed his penis hungrily.
Gaylord was taken aback with surprise. He'd expected her to scream or something and she didn't even appear to be shocked. "Then you're not angry with me for trying to fool you?"
"Hell no, baby," Patti grinned as she reached out and took the corona into her hand, then rubbed her thumb over the velvety knob.
Gaylord was delighted at this turn of events.
It was a new experience for him to have somebody else be the aggressor. He drained his drink quickly and set it down. Then Patti finished her wine and put the empty glass next to his on the coffee table.
"What are we waiting for, baby?" Patti asked as she stood up and let her short robe slip off her shoulders to the floor.
Gaylord got out of his clothes in a jiffy. Now he was pulling the luscious coffee colored girl against him. His whole body was vibrating against her as he crushed her closer, and his penis laid flat across her belly. He lowered his head and claimed one of her large nipples and started to gnaw on it. Her breasts were full blown and firm.
"Come on into the bedroom, Gail," Patti invited with a passion thick voice. Then she was leading him by the hand until they reached a pink and white bedroom with a Queen sized bed. She turned on a soft lighted lamp, then pulled him over to the bed and positioned herself opposite to him on the pink satin spread.
"We're gonna get it on, hippie-boy," she said.
Gaylord could feel her warm breath against his thigh, then her fingers pulling his foreskin back tightly. Her mouth licking the edges of his hard knob, she took the entire length of his cock down her throat; then pulled back her head, releasing it.
Now he could feel her fingers milking him down, and her tongue licking the white lubricating pearls from the eye of his big, throbbing prick.
"Get busy back there, Gail. Cool off my hot pussy with your long tongue."
Patti was surprised when she felt Gaylord's stiff tongue go deeply into her tight asshole. Then after he wiggled it several times, he pulled it out.
"You've got some fine pucker-power there, baby," he husked.
"Let's stop shooting the shit and get to work, boy," Patti said, then took all of his penis into her head as Gaylord swiped at her open cunt and rectum with his stiff tongue.
They were now taking turns, and sending each other up to cloud nine. Their bodies were burning with passion as they ate each other up, and soon they were encompassed with animal lust. Thrill after thrill shot through them like tiny electrical charges.
Patti had lost control of herself. She opened her wide mouth as far as it would stretch, and began to stuff Gaylord's balls in. She was trying to gobble up balls and all!
Soon her cheeks were puffed out like two balloons as Gaylord's testicles swelled up with hot gism. He tried to hold back his cream, but Patti bit down and this caused his dam to burst.
Now Patti's dam was giving and she then flooded his face with cunt-juice.
They relished every drop of the tasty come, and the licking, slurping sounds echoed against the head-board of the bed.
When they had sucked each other dry, Patti got off the bed and walked over to the dresser where she got some cigarettes. "Let's go out to the bar and get more wine," she smiled back at him as she slid to the edge of the bed. "Want a smoke?"
Gaylord walked across the room, his bare feet sinking in the thick pile rug. "Sure," he said lazily. His knees felt weak from his big orgasm. "You can sure eat cock," he said as she handed him a cigarette.
"You're not slouch yourself. Where did you learn how to eat pussy that good? You really satisfied me."
"Your beautiful cunt turned me on, baby. I've never sucked off a chick like I just did you. Yum, yum, you're so tasty."
They turned to the living room and Patti refilled their wine glasses. As she handed Gaylord his drink she gazed at his limp penis. "If I didn't have to take a shower and get my beauty sleep for an early morning appointment I'd get that thing hard again, baby."
"Tomorrow's another day," said Gaylord.
"Then you'll hang around awhile?"
"I might. That is, if I'm welcome."
"You're welcome to stay as long as you like. Just crawl into bed when you're ready," and she drained her drink and headed for the bathroom.
Gaylord decided to read the newspaper, so he went over and picked it up from where Patti had placed it on a table. He then sat on the sofa and snapped on a reading lamp. As he glanced over the headlines, he wondered what he was going to do with his life. If he remained with Patti he'd soon get bored. There was no excitement in having sex thrown at him. Oh, it was okay for awhile, but he got his real kicks by raping girls and forcing them against their will.
He turned a few pages, then a write up in the society column caught his eye:
Penelope Joseph has returned to her chestnut hill estate. Her engagement to Fenton Willowby is to be announced formally next Monday at a lavish affair to be held at her home. She will be married next month and spend her honeymoon in Japan.
Gaylord threw the newspaper angrily to the floor. He finished his drink then went over to the bar and poured more wine. He then lit a cigarette and returned to the sofa. He reached over and snapped off the reading lamp. He could hear the shower running from the bathroom. His heart was palpitating in his chest, beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead, and his hands were shaking. There was a dark frown on his handsome face.
Just being reminded of his mother affected him this way. How dare she cast him off like an old shoe and keep him in a nut house? Yes, that was what the sanitarium had been. In spite of its lovely surroundings and fancy furnishings, it was still a nut house!
Now his mother was really going to forget his existence. She was going to get married again and probably didn't intend to look for him at all!
Who was this Fenton Willowby? Probably some jerk who was after her money. This guy would be living the life of Riley, and on his mother's dough. Also, he'd be fucking her!
That was the worst part of all. This bastard would be fucking his beautiful mother. She was only forty and she looked only around twenty-eight. She'd been a Burlesque Queen in her teens, and Gaylord's father, a middle aged millionaire had knocked her up. He'd married her,, but had later died of cancer leaving her his estate and entire fortune.
As a boy, Gaylord had often listened at her bedroom door to the passionate moans after she'd taken a man to her bed. Even at that tender age he'd jerk the foreskin on his undeveloped penis and his thoughts had all been in the gutter; especially those times when his beautiful young mother had cuddled him to her breasts and had called him her bed. He'd enjoyed the feel of her big tits and he'd really enjoyed the few times she'd let him take a shower with her. When she dried him off he'd peeked at her blonde, bushy cunt. He even remembered how it smelled. Kind of fishy and sexy at the same time.
Gaylord had wanted to taste her beautiful pussy. He'd also wanted to kiss her big tits. But mainly he'd always wanted to fuck her. She didn't suspect that when he sneaked out at night raping girls that each one he attacked sexually, was really her! In this twisted mind, he was raping his own mother!
Patti walked out of the bathroom wearing a short white silk kimono. Her body was still damp and smelled of a sweet scented soap and a heady cologne spray. Seeing the newspaper on the floor where Gaylord had thrown it she thought she'd take it with her to bed and read awhile before she fell asleep. She bent over to pick it up and as she did so, she got a strange feeling. She sensed that Gaylord had his eyes glued to her ass.
Straightening up and holding the paper under one arm she looked directly into his large, green eyes. They were different somehow, and had a wild look in their depths. Not a normal expression at all, but a glazed, insane one.
An eerie, unknown sense of fear made Patti shudder. "Say, man, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" she asked, still looking into his eyes and wondering what was wrong with him.
He was staring at her almost as if looking straight through her; as if not actually seeing her at all. This was a far away expression that puzzled Patti. It didn't fit the sexy, fun-loving stud whom she'd picked up on the subway train and had brought home with her. From his blank stare, he seemed to be in a half-trance. Surely the wine hadn't caused this condition, or had it? Perhaps this was the way he acted when he was drunk!
Patti stroked his sweaty brow. "Hey, hey! Come on, snap out of it, honey. What are you on? A trip or something?"
Gaylord blinked his eyes. "Oh, oh, sorry," he mumbled as he pressed his pounding temples. There had been a sudden sharp pain in his head; now it was subsiding. "What did you say?" he asked as if dazed.
Patti placed one hand on her hip. "How come you dress like a chick? You sure don't act like one; I mean, you're so masculine. Unless you're a transvestite. I met a guy like that once and the only way he could get his nuts off was to dress like a chick when he made the scene."
"I don't know if I should tell you, Patti." He paused and gave her a long, forlorn look. His eyes were filled with misery. Then he added: "If I were sure I could trust you, and I...." His voice trailed off.
"I trusted you by letting you stay here. After all, you're a stranger, so shouldn't that be enough?"
Gaylord smiled. "All right. I'll give it to you straight, baby. I escaped from a private sanitarium for the mentally ill."
Patti's eyes widened. "You mean you're supposed to be insane?"
"I suppose so. My mother had me committed there."
"Why? You look harmless enough to me."
"Oh, I've never really hurt anyone. She thinks I'm a sex-maniac."
Patti tried to keep her cool as Gaylord went on to explain how he'd escaped, and when he got talking he told her how he'd gotten the girl's clothing and all that had transpired since then.
Patti listened, her eyes watching his facial expressions and the demented stare in his green eyes. This was his story. How did she know he was speaking the truth? He might have murdered his victims. It didn't make sense that his mother would put him away unless he was considered to be dangerous!
She threw the paper on the coffee table and put one hand on her bosom, shaking her head. "Man, you're in a mess of trouble. The police are probably looking all over the place for you. I think you should call the sanitarium and have them pick you up before the cops get you."
"You're right, Patti, but there's something I have to do first. My mother's going to marry some phony and I've got to prevent it, even if I have to shoot him! I just read where the engagement party is on Monday, so as tomorrow is Sunday, I've got to go out there to her home and take care of the bastard."
"Oh," Patti said, her face paling as she stared at his wild eyes.
Then suddenly his mood changed and his eyes appeared normal again. He gave her a winning smile; and looked at her shapely gams. "Turn around, baby, and pull up your kimino."
Patti, realizing that this guy might be dangerous, figured she'd better humor him and go along with his wishes until she could find a way to get rid of him; so she forced a smile. "Sure, baby," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You getting horny again?" She turned around and with trembling fingers pulled the short kimino over her rounded buttocks, revealing her deep ass-crease.
Gaylord's prick shot up against his belly-button, and leaning over, he spread the plump moons apart until he could see her tight asshole. "Gads, but you've got a pretty toilet there," he sighed, then swiped his tongue back and forth across her anus. Then he stood up and grabbed her around the waist from behind. He rubbed his big prick against her luscious ass-crack and drips of passion lubricated her smooth flesh.
"Say, honey, don't get any ideas about trying to stick that big thing up my ass," she said due to his lewd motions. "I don't play that shit!"
Gaylord tightened his grip around her waist and roughly spun her about then forced her to bend over the sofa.
Patti clutched at his hands, desperately trying to break his strong hold. "You'd better stop this, man, or I'm gonna scream for help.' You crazy sonofabitch!"
"Don't ever use the word crazy on me again, cunt!" And he removed one hand from her body; clenched his fist; then smashed it as hard as he could across the back of her neck. He then shoved the petite girl violently against the sofa.
The sudden blow had almost knocked the breath out of her and for a split second she saw stars and almost blacked out. She began to tremble and sob and stark, naked fear widened her hazel eyes.
"If you let out one scream I'll strangle you!" Gaylord shouted crazily as he glared at her furiously.
Patti was now kneeling on the sofa. Her kimino was pulled up high on her back and she was afraid to move a muscle. Every nerve in her body was pulled taut like a violin string and chills were going up and down her spine.
She was thinking about how foolish she'd been to pick up a stranger, even if she had thought she was bringing home a lesbian. Friends had warned her about being too friendly with strangers and so free with her hospitality; but she'd always considered herself to be a good judge of character. Well, in the future she'd never pick up men or women for sex when they attracted her. She'd learned her lesson.
Then she thought suddenly. If there is a future for me! This screwy bastard might kill me!
Gaylord grabbed the back of her hair and jerked her head around so roughly that it nearly snapped off her neck. Then he pushed his big prick into her mouth. "Wet my dick down, bitch," he hissed.
She licked and lapped frantically, hoping he'd come; but he pulled her head away before that could happen. Now she could feel his fingers stretching and pulling her rectum. It hurt like hell but she didn't dare protest or make a sound for she feared this lunatic would beat her face to a pulp. That chop to the back of her neck with his fist had been a sample of what he was capable of. She couldn't take the chance of having her beauty marred as her face was her living and a model depended on her looks.
Now she could feel his fingers leaving her anus and reaching into her black, bushy snatch. He was rubbing her clit gently and in spite of her fright, passion surged through her and her cunt became sopping wet.
"Hmmm, you feel nice and ready, Patti, baby," Gaylord sneered as he shoved his huge cock all the way into her gooey cunt. His fingers were still manipulating her swelling clitoris.
"Oh, that's sooooo, so good," Patti moaned, figuring he'd forgotten about ravishing her asshole, and if she really fucked him with all she had, she could make him come before he remembered he'd intended to cornhole her.
However, Gaylord was cunning and crafty and he hadn't forgotten his earlier desires at all! He was merely taking time to work her up to a fever pitch of passion so that she'd cooperate and enjoy being buggered.
Patti was really rotating her ass now; trying to get all of his penis into her womb. Then she leaned forward until the tip of his penis was at her cunt-hole entrance, then she pushed back as hard as she could, taking the whole of the prick again.
After repeating this teasing, tantalizing procedure several more times, the tip of the fat corona accidentally slipped out and before she could re-capture it, it had moved up half an inch and the cockhead plunged into her tight asshole.
Gaylord had been saving his strength and now he began fucking her ass as hard as he could, getting more and more of his cock into her asshole with each forceful thrust. He could hear animal-like sounds emerging from her throat as she started to respond and meet his every deep thrust with her own bumps and grinds.
"Ooooohh, ahhhh, oh, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.
Gaylord was gnawing on her shoulder. "Bite harder," she pleaded. "Bite me!"
He sank his teeth into her neck and shoulders, his biting gentle. He could feel her young, hard ass slapping against his belly. She was loving it, and he knew it.
He dug his throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her bowels as her ass-muscles clutched his bulging prick-head. His hand was now drenched with pussy-cream.
Then the two lustful people lost their balance and fell to the thick rug, and couldn't get up. Gaylord landed on top of Patti. He didn't lose her asshole and his stiff cock was still deeply imbedded in her entrails.
Patti maneuvered her legs about his ankles, getting a firm hold on him. Then she was banging her ass against him faster and faster.
Reaching beneath him, she grasped his fat testicles and squeezed them tenderly.
Gaylord let out a moan of blissful pleasure as he emptied about a cupful of his hot gism way up in her asshole. He could feel her muscle fibres draining his prick dry.
For a few seconds they both stopped moving; then Gaylord felt Patti's insides relax.
She turned her head and kissed him gently on the cheek. "You won't believe this, baby, but I'm coming like I've never come before," she said dreamily. Her eyes were shiny with passion.
Gaylord gave her a couple of extra jabs with his now half hard penis; then getting to his knees, he placed the palms of his hands on her ass cheeks and with a swift yank, withdrew his happy pecker.
"Ouch!" Patti cried.
"Sorry, baby, but that's the best way to do it," Gaylord grinned. He seemed to be in a better frame of mind now and Patti was no longer afraid of him.
"I'm sorry I had to scare you and rough you up," he said, "but I don't like to be turned down. Why do girls always fight it? Yet after it's over they're glad they got it?"
"I don't know," Patti replied. "I guess nobody knows what they've been missing till they experience it. I'd better get some cold water and clean the stains off this white rug," and with that, she hurried into a small kitchenette to get a sponge and a pan of water. When she returned with it she saw that Gaylord had stretched out on the sofa. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.
Poor kid, she thought. Somehow he looks like a little lost boy. He just finds sex the hard way. She cleaned the rug.
She then turned off the light and went into her room. All at once she was very weary. She got into bed thinking that she'd get rid of Gaylord tomorrow. Except that she still thought of him as "Gail." As he never had told her who he really was!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gaylord awaked at five a.m. He sat on the edge of the sofa and reached for a cigarette, then sleepily went into the bathroom. Not wanting to awaken Patti, he didn't take a shower; so he got a sponge and washed his body from the sink taps. His mind was becoming alert and he began worrying about his description having been given to the police by the woman's husband in Strawberry Mansion. He couldn't chance walking the streets in his present disguise.
Leaving the bathroom, he tip-toed to Patti's bedroom door. It was open a crack so he walked in. The girl was on her side and sound asleep.
Enough early morning light was filtering through the 'venetian blinds so that he could see the objects in the room. He went over to the large walk-in closet and eased the door open; not making a sound. Stepping inside, he pulled a light string. Immediately his eyes fell upon a row of garments hanging neatly on hangers on a long rack. Then he saw a shelf with about a dozen wigs in various colors. Carefully he removed a bright red wig from a wig stand, then he took two hangers from the rack that contained a blouse, and flares. He pulled the light string then hurried from the closet.
Glancing over at Patti he saw that she was still sleeping. He could hear her heavy breathing. He took the wig and hangers into the other room, then got his overnight bag, built-in falsie bra and shoes from the floor and went into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later he returned to the living room carrying his overnight bag and was wearing a long sleeved, turtle necked green silk blouse that out-lined his falsies. A green polka-dotted pair of flares on a black background and the bright red wig completed the outfit. It was styled with large curls and swirling waves. He had quickly applied makeup, and he looked like a sexy redheaded bitch. The flares were slightly tight at the crotch where his testicles and big penis crowded them and were uncomfortable.
He heard Patti clearing her throat from the bedroom, so he quickly picked up his large pocketbook from the end of the bar and going over to the door, pushed the button on the knob to unlock it.
"Is that you, Gail?" Patti's voice drifted to his ears.
He didn't answer her. Instead, he opened the door, closed it after him, then hurried up the stone steps to the street level.
He walked briskly toward the subway. When he reached it, he went down the steps, dug for some change, then paid the fare and pushed through the turn-stile.
He got off the subway at Market Street and entered an automat. Then after eating a stack of buck-wheat cakes and sausages and drinking two cups of coffee, he left the automat and walked over to a cab stand. The cab took him to Chestnut Hill where he got off on the street in back of his mother's estate. It was only sixthirty a.m. and the neighborhood was deserted.
After he paid the fare and the cab drove off, he went through the back gate and walked up the walk that led to the play house where he'd spent many hours as a young lad. He found the door to be locked, but by easing open a window, he managed to crawl through it.
The furniture was covered with white sheets and there was dust everywhere. A few cobwebs were on the ceiling. He went about the room removing the sheets, then sat on the single bed and lit a cigarette.
The early heat of the summer day was already starting and his head felt hot and itchy from the wig so he removed it and put it on a table. He ran his fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp; then he sat glancing around.
This was the room where he'd spent so many lonely hours as a boy. He'd been a rich boy with no playmates. Getting up, he went over to some wooden boxes and opened them one by one, taking out toys he'd played with when he wasn't playing with his prick. Then in one of the boxes he found the large family album that his mother had packed away burying her past.
Taking it over to a table, he sat down and turned the pages. There were snapshots of him, taken through the years, but most of the photos were pictures of his mother when she'd been in burlesque. Some were nude, some semi-nude. She was the most beautiful and sexiest creature Gaylord had ever seen. Her long blonde hair cascaded down over perfectly shaped breasts with fat succulent nipples. Her waist was tiny and her ass rounded and voluptuous. She had large green eyes like Gaylord's, and full red passionate lips.
She had run away from a poor family when she was fifteen. But she'd always looked mature with her early developed body and at sixteen she was already the headliner in a burlesque theatre. She wasn't quite seventeen when she'd given birth to Gaylord and he felt that she'd never wanted him. But his birth had helped her to latch onto a millionaire, hadn't it? For when he discovered he'd gotten a minor in the family way, he had married Penelope. She had lied to the man about her age, and he hadn't known he was fooling with jail-bait.
The sun was coming through the drapes so he went over to the window and pulled the dark green shade. He smoked another cigarette, then yawned. He still felt tired. He crushed out the cigarette with his shoe on the tiled floor, then stretched back on the bed. He closed his eyes and thought about the gun in his pocketbook. He'd never shot a gun, and he wondered if he'd have enough nerve to shoot his mother's lover.
His head was beginning to ache with these thoughts. Then he rolled over and drifted off to sleep.
Gaylord had never slept as soundly. When he opened his eyes again, it was five p.m. and the sun was weakening.
Pulling himself together, he got off the bed and lit a cigarette. Then he picked up his pocketbook and left the play house. He glanced about cautiously and not seeing anyone on the grounds, walked up the path that led to the rear of the estate. There weren't any cars parked in the driveway and he wondered if his mother's plans had changed since the article in the Society Column had been written. Still, she might have gone out for the day, so he couldn't take any chances of being seen should she suddenly drive up.
He walked up to the lattice work that was covered with ivy. It led to his room at the back of the house. He started to climb it. This had been his escape route when he'd climbed down at night to go on the prowl for cunt.
When he reached the second story window it was raised half way. He eased himself inside and swung down the sill until his feet were touching the thick carpet.
He listened. The house was very quiet. It felt strange to be in his room after four years of absence. Tears filled his eyes as he checked in the closet and saw his clothes hanging there where he'd last left them.
He loved his mother and he missed her, yet he hated her too. He hated her for what she had done to him. Above all, he still desired to fuck her!
He moved the hangers along the rack then chose a pair of light blue slacks with a matching pullover nylon T-shirt. He was about to take the garments over to the bed when he heard footsteps approaching.
Quickly he ducked into the closet and closed the door just enough to be able to peek out.
The bedroom door opened and a beautiful Japanese maid entered. She had a stack of linens and towels over one arm.
Gaylord watched her back as she laid some sheets and pillow cases on the bed, then disappeared into the adjacent bathroom with some towels. It was obvious that she was getting the room ready for guests. He'd gotten a big erection from watching her small, but shapely ass that was out-lined against a short, tight pink uniform.
His penis hurt as there was no room in the snug crotch of the flares to allow for expansion. It was pressing against his nuts, almost mashing them. He reached to the side of the flares and pulled down the zipper. Then he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them. His penis sprang forward and knocked lightly against the inside of the closet door.
The Japanese maid re-entered the room and started to make the bed. She hadn't noticed the large pocketbook where Gaylord had put it on the dresser. She was humming as she worked; completely unaware of what lay in store for her.
Gaylord pulled the silk blouse over his head and threw it aside. He then undid the bra and released the falsies. Now he was naked and sweat was drenching his body.
He peeked out the door again, this time opening it a little wider. Probably the girl had turned on the airconditioning before she'd entered the room as he could hear hissing from a vent and could feel the lowering of the temperature.
The pretty young maid was bending over at the bottom of the bed tucking in a sheet.
Gaylord tip-toed over the soft carpet and sprang on her from behind. He had one hand over her mouth and the other one firmly around her waist.
The girl turned her head slowly and their eyes met. Her black eyes grew wide with fright and Gaylord could hear her heart pounding against his chest.
His voice was low and menacing. "Don't try to scream, baby, or I'll break your neck," he said as he rubbed his swollen cockhead against her ass through the thin uniform.
She shook her head and he removed his hand from her mouth.
"I won't scream. Who are you?" Her voice was a shaky whisper.
"I'm not a prowler. I belong here. I'm Gaylord, your mistress' son."
"Oh, I've heard about you. What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing, if you cooperate." Then he pulled his hand away from her waist and she turned slowly and saw that he was nude. From his condition she knew exactly what he meant by cooperating. She'd eavesdropped on gossip about Gaylord. He was supposed to be a sex-maniac and extremely dangerous. She'd heard about his escape from the mental institution and that his mother had hired a private detective agency to look for him. Perhaps she could talk her way out of this situation.
"I've seen your pictures, but you were a blonde. That's why I was startled," she gulped. "I didn't recognize you with dark hair."
"Where's my mother and that bastard she's gonna marry?" Gaylord asked as he stared at the girl.
"They attended a reception at a friend's house. They'll be back at six for dinner. I have something in the oven. I'd better check on it before it cooks to a crisp. It's a roast."
"Fuck it," said Gaylord nastily. "Where are the other servants?"
"I'm the only one. I travel with your mother. She doesn't want to bother hiring a lot of help as she won't be here long. A janitor service is going to clean the place tomorrow morning to get it ready for the engagement party and quite a few guests will be staying here. That's why I have to get all the beds made up."
"Oh yeah! Well, I've got news for you, er-"
"Sumi," she broke in.
"Well, Sumi, there won't be any engagement party."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm gonna kill that bastard!"
"Why?"
"Because he's a fortune hunter and a phony."
"How do you know that?"
"I just do, that's all. Why? Is that what you think too?"
"Well, he's young. Not much older than you are, so I have been suspicious that he's only after your mother's money. After all, she's around forty.
Sumi glanced down between Gaylord's legs.
She saw that his penis was half-hard now. Perhaps by talking she was accomplishing something. If only she could stall him long enough to rush into her room, lock the door, and use the extension phone by her bed.
"Why don't you come down to the kitchen with me while I check the roast?" she asked. "Then we can talk some more."
"Oh no you don't, baby....What do you take me for? A damned fool? You and I are gonna have a good time while I'm waiting for my mother and that phony bastard to arrive. Now start stripping off that uniform, then when you're naked, get on the bed."
Sumi was too afraid not to obey him. Even if she screamed there was no one to hear her, and her petite form was no match to that of a man. Especially a crazy one. She'd read once that crazy persons take on the strength of ten men.
She blushed as she slowly removed each item of clothing and Gaylord's green eyes shone with amusement as he watched her. It added to the excitement when his victims acted embarrassed as well as afraid of him.
"Loosen that bun on top of your head," he said as he took several steps toward her.
She did, and her jet black hair hung over her petite breasts.
Gaylord leaned his elbows on her shoulder and began to stroke and fondle her coarse tresses. "You Japanese chicks sure have weird hair," he said as he gave it a rough yank.
Sumi let out a soft cry of pain.
"Don't get shook up, baby. I just wanted to see if that was a wig," he grinned sadistically as he reached between her legs. "Come on, open up," he commanded. Then the petite girl knew she'd better do his bidding, or else! Slowly she spread her shapely legs apart. Her almond eyes were shifty as she tried to avoid looking into his face. Her entire body began to tremble as a leaf on a tree. She was trying to program herself for his lustful advances.
Gaylord was annoyed with the girl. "Why are you shaking? You act like you're about to be killed. Now put your arms around my neck," he said as he kissed her passionately on the mouth; forcing his tongue between her lips. He moved a finger slowly, and with a light touch, he ran it up and down her pussy-lips.
Sumi's tight vagina kept its mouth closed, so still kissing her, Gaylord began prying the lips apart.
Her body stopped trembling as he inserted his index finger up to the first knuckle. He felt a warm, moist, fluid oozing from the hole. Removing his mouth from hers, he began biting her neck and gently biting her collar bone.
Sumi moaned softly as she responded to the desires he was arousing in her dormant body. Her head moved slowly in a circular pattern and her breath quickened.
Now Gaylord's penis was getting harder and was creeping up Sumi's flat tummy. Suddenly she covered his mouth with hers and her small hand dropped down and closed around the base of his cock. She pulled her mouth away from his and stepped back. She was doing this because she wanted to, not because she feared Gaylord. Her body was so hot with passion, that she momentarily forgot any danger she might be in.
She was still holding his stiff joint. Looking down, she ogled it. She was amazed as its husky size.
Bending over slightly, she gave the velvety knob a warm, intimate kiss, then still grasping the organ, she pushed him onto the edge of the bed.
Quickly she fell to her knees before him and smacked her lips with anticipation. "Oh, Gaylord, what a beautiful prick you have," she cooed as she opened her mouth into the shape off a big "O" and her teeth gently scratched the back of his corona.
She sucked as hard as she could, then released the swollen penis.
Several cloudy drops oozed out of the deep, meaty eye. She rubbed it around her lips, then took half of the giant hard-on into her mouth and let it slide in and out. Her tongue was darting back and forth within her inner cheeks.
Gaylord leaned back on the bed and watched the lustful action of her mouth. "That's it, Sumi, baby, suck. Give it all you've got. Holy shit, suck, eat, man, what a cocksucker! Woo, woooo."
With one hand he grabbed her black hair and pulled her face closer until his hot prick disappeared into her head, and her red lips doubled back as she began to suck more earnestly. Her head moved back and forth in long, definite strokes.
Gaylord's ass muscles tightened as he fucked her lovely face.
Now her hands were moving softly along his belly and chest, massaging his smooth flesh with her soft fingers. "Oh, baby, this is the greatest head-job I've ever had. You're good, awfully damned good."
Hearing this compliment, the young girl began bobbing her head faster and faster and soon his prick began to swell more and twitch. "Oooooh, ahhh," Gaylord sighed, his green eyes looking up at the ceiling.
Sumi felt strong throbs at the cockeye, so she grabbed the base of his prick and pulled her head up to the tip, gripping it between her pearly teeth.
She twirled her tongue across the ridges of his corona in a rapid, circular motion. The palms of her hand felt the come gush up from his huge balls.
She relaxed the grip of her teeth and as each spurt of hot come shot into her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could swallow.
As Gaylord finished his orgasm, she milked his dick with her hands until the hot gism was all gone.
Releasing the head of his cock with her mouth, she stood up in front of him and he bent forward, pulling her legs apart. He stuck his long tongue out and began sliding it up and down her tight cunt.
Sumi opened her legs wider for him and grabbed him by the back of his head, guiding it up and down her wet slit. She was now on tip toe, leaning over him.
Her mouth fell open and some of his gism along with her spit, trickled down his back.
Sticking her tongue out she licked his vertebra. Her belly was swelling and contracting against the top of his head. Now she had a grip on his ears and was raising up on her toes, then down again to her flat feet, grinding her hot pussy all over his face.
Suddenly her entire body quivered and she released her passion juice over his nose and mouth.
Leaping up, she tightened her legs against his head and forced him back on the bed, then sitting on his face, she rubbed her hot gash against his mouth. It was a young, hard cunt and thrilled him to the utmost.
Gaylord's face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. With all his strength he finally pushed the sex crazed girl away from him. She was panting and her eyes were rolling around like rolly-pollies.
Gaylord got to his knees, digging them into the mattress. He shook his head. "Wow, what a woman! You almost smothered me to death with that black cunt of yours. I'm gonna have to tame you down," he snickered as he grabbed his prick that had become hard again at the taste of her pussy.
He crawled on top of her and with one rough thrust, jammed his nine thick inches into her open crack.
Her legs stiffened and shot straight up in the air, then wrapped firmly around his back, and dug her heels into his ribs.
As Gaylord fucked her violently, she met every deep stroke. She let her tongue dart out, then wiggled it as he went from side to side, then up and down.
It was furious humping, and in spite of the airconditioning, sweat poured off them and made a squeaky sound as their bellies slapped together.
Gaylord wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs and lifted her up on her shoulders. Now he was able to get even more of his super hard prick into her tight, gripping pussy.
Sumi was almost swooning. "Oh, eeee, uh huh," she gasped. "Agggghhhh, oh, Gaylord, fuck me. fuck me. Ohhhhh." She could now feel him starting too climax. "I'm coming with you. Harder jab me harder. "Ohhhhh." She could feel his warm gism go into the mouth of her womb so she matched it with her own juices. Her ass was still bucking and their cream was churning in her insides.
Finally the thrilling spasms of orgasm dwindled and their bodies relaxed.
Gaylord fell off her and onto his side. His huge dick slipped out of her slowly until it lay still and throbbed against her thigh.
Sumi reached over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Oh, Gaylord, I think I love you," she said softly. Her dark eyes were shiny with recent fulfillment.
"I like you too, baby," he said when suddenly his mother's face flashed in his brain. She would be coming home soon and he must not tarry. He had to be ready for the reception he was slowly planning. It would be a slow kill for that punk who was sponging off her.
"Under different circumstances we might make a go of it together, Sumi. But the way things stand, I'm gonna have to make sure you can't warn my mother that I'm here."
"I won't say anything, Gaylord, I promise."
"I can't operate on a promise, doll. Sorry, but I'm gonna have to tie you up and gag you until later. Then I might decide to come back for you."
Now that Sumi's passion had been satisfied, her mind was alert with schemes. She had to get out of this room. Somehow she had to carry out her earlier thought and reach her bedroom. She couldn't let Gaylord murder her mistress' fiancee.
She acted quickly. With one flying leap, she was off the bed and dashing across the large room to the door. She almost made it, however, Gaylord was also quick. In a split second he was after her and just as her hand reached the doorknob he tackled her and both of them fell to the floor.
Gaylord grabbed her wrists and to his surprise, she bit him on one arm, causing him to release her. Now she was pounding his face with both fists.
He pulled away and smashed her face with his own fists. This didn't deter the girl. She scratched and bit him on both legs as he grabbed her hair and yanked it in desperation, trying to ward off her counter attack.
Sumi screamed loudly and grabbing his hair, pulled it until his eyeballs ached and his eyes watered.
He let go of her and she jumped to her feet and ran over to the window.
Gaylord was right at her heels and as she started to scream out the window, he threw one arm around her neck and pulled her back on the bed out of reach. They were struggling laboriously, and an inner fury burned within Gaylord's demented brain as she kicked him and raked his flesh with her nails.
He began slapping her hard all over the body with both hands.
Blood trickled from one corner of her mouth. "Stop, please stop," she pleaded with him.
He delivered another powerful slap. He was out of breath. "Have you had enough, you lousy little bitch?"
"Yes. I won't give you anymore trouble," she sobbed. "Just don't beat me again." Tears were rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the trickle of blood.
Gaylord jumped off the bed and snatched his pocketbook from where he'd put it. He opened it quickly and pulled out the gun. He waved it at her menacingly. "One more peep out of you, cunt, and it's all over," he sneered. His face was red with angry fury.
Sumi put her hands to the sides of her head. "Don't shoot. Please! I'll do anything you want me to."
He lowered the gun and looked at the teeth marks on his wrists. This made him angrier yet. He then went over to the dresser and opened a junk drawer where he'd always kept an assortment of stuff when he'd lived at home. Yes, there was still a ball of twine and some bandana handkerchiefs in it. He pulled out the twine and one of the bandana's, then returned to the girl and made a gesture with the gun for her to roll over on her stomach.
She turned over and stretched her arms around her back, and putting the gun down on the floor beside the bed, he used the twine to secure her wrists together tightly. Then he bound her ankles together. This accomplished, he grabbed her long hair and forced her to open her mouth. Then he stuffed the handkerchief into it.
"That should hold you for awhile," he said as he picked up the gun and walked over to the dresser where he laid it next to his pocketbook.
The next ten minutes were spent getting dressed in his nylon T-shirt and slacks which he'd left in the closet. He chose a pair of loafers, then went into the bathroom and washed all traces of the woman's makeup off his face. Picking up a comb, he dampened his hair and brushed it straight back so that it would look more masculine.
"I don't want my mother to think I've turned into a sissy," he said aloud to his reflection in the mirror. "And that punk who thinks he's gonna marry her is gonna find a real man the master of this house.
Gaylord cleaned his teeth and washed out Ins mouth. A sharp pain stabbed at his temples. These pains had been recurring more often lately. Opening the medicine cabinet he found some aspirin, and chased six down with a glass of water.
Then he heard a car driving up. This is it, he thought as he put the plastic glass back into its wall holder. Then with a dark frown on his handsome face, he went into the bedroom, removed the small gun from his large pocketbook, and shoved it into the deep back pocket of his trousers where the long waisted T-shirt covered its bulge.
CHAPTER NINE
A bright blue Jaguar stopped in the driveway at the rear of the house, and Fenton Willowby got out of the driver's side, walked around the car and helped Penelope out. They had both consumed a lot of champagne at the cocktail party they'd attended and they were half crocked and in a happy mood.
Penelope swayed slightly and Fenton put his arm around her waist to brace her.
A breeze blew her long hair over one eye and she pushed it back. She was dressed in a white tailor-made cream colored two piece suit that she wore three inches above her knees. It was trimmed in yellow with a yellow blouse. She looked almost as young as her fiancee who was twenty-five. She'd picked him up in a nightclub in England, where he'd been a guest vocalist. He came from a middle class family and didn't have a dime. His main interest in the older woman was her wealth! He resembled Gaylord except that he was taller, his mod hair style was sandy colored and his big eyes were blue. He was casually dressed in a white silk turtle necked shirt and green slacks.
"I don't know about you, Fen, but I'm starving," Penelope said as they walked toward the kitchen door. They reached it, and she staggered slightly. "I'll be all right after I eat," she smiled as he grabbed her
"Now that you mention it, I'm hungry too. What are we having for dinner, love?" Fenton asked with a British accent.
"Sumi's fixing a roast of Prime Rib. And I told her to have it ready at six," Penelope replied as she turned the door knob.
They entered a black and white tiled kitchen that was filled with smoke.
Fenton rushed over to a large gas range and opened the oven door. "By jove, the roast is burned to a crisp," he said as he turned it off.
Penelope hurried over and pushed an exhaust fan switch to draw out the smoke, then she looked through the open archway to the dinette and saw that the table wasn't set. "Damn that girl. She must have fallen asleep. Why don't you fix us a couple of martinis, darling, while I go upstairs and check on her."
"Righto, Penny. That's a good idea," he said as he opened a cabinet that contained various brands of liquor. Penelope hurried up a back stairway and when she reached Sumi's bedroom door she opened it and saw that the room was empty. I wonder where she is, she thought angrily. Once before Sumi had gone out on a date and had pulled a stunt like this!
Gaylord had hidden behind a heavy floor length drape that covered the hallway window and as she started to close Sumi's door, he sprang out at her from behind. He put one hand over her mouth. "Hello, mother dear," he whispered sarcastically as he dragged her into Sumi's room. He then kicked the door shut with his foot. "I'm gonna release my hand from your mouth, and don't you dare make a sound."
"Penelope blinked her eyes and he let go of her. "I should have known you'd show up here sooner or later," she said. "Good God! What have you done with Sumi?"
"Don't worry, mother. She's safely tied up in my old room."
"You didn't-?"
Gaylord nodded slowly and grinned broadly. "You didn't think I'd let a nice little piece like that get away from me, did you?" He put his thumbs in his ears and flapped his hands, baring his teeth. "Remember, I'm crazy, I'm a sex-maniac, so what did you expect?"
"You sonofabitch!"
"That's right, mother. I'm a sonofabitch. You are a bitch! I saw you with that kid down there."
"That kid as you call him, happens to be my fiancee."
"Yeah, I know. I read it in the Society column, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to throw a monkey-wrench into your plans."
"Don't you want your mother to be happy?"
"Why should I? You didn't care if I was happy or not, having me locked up for four years," he sneered.
"But I only did it for your own good, dear. You can't go around raping every woman on the street."
"That's your version of it. It's a lie. Those girls raped me," he fibbed, looking her right in the eye.
"What have you done to your hair?"
"I dyed it so that if anybody was looking for me I wouldn't be recognized."
"Well it was a shame to dye that nice blonde hair, but it'll grow out," she said, trying to get him in a good mood with the compliment. "Why don't we go and free my maid now?"
"She can wait. I want to meet this lover of yours. Let's go downstairs."
Penelope thought quickly. She'd better try to pacify him until she could get to a phone and call his psychiatrist to come and get him, then make arrangements to have him returned to the upstate sanitarium.
"All right. Fenton will be glad to meet you. I've told him all about you."
"I'll bet you have," Gaylord sneered as he grasped her arm and led her through the door and down the stairs.
Fenton was standing at the bottom of the stairway with a martini in either hand. When Penelope had been gone so long he'd been on his way to find out what was delaying her.
"It's all right, Fen. This is my son, Gaylord," she said nervously.
Fenton knew at once that something was wrong. The burnt roast, no table set. The maid missing, and now this sex maniac who'd been on the loose in the house.
He noticed that Penelope was trying to speak with her eyes, signaling him to play along as if nothing were wrong, so he managed a weak smile and handed Penelope her drink.
"Glad to meet you, Gaylord. Can I fix you a drink?"
"Yeah. Bourbon on the rocks," he said rudely, not acknowledging the introduction.
The three of them entered the kitchen and Fenton prepared the drinks for Gaylord.
"Let's go into the living room, Penny."
They cut through the dinette until they reached a spacious sunken living room.
Penelope sat next to Fenton on the divan, and Gaylord sat in an armchair facing them. He gulped his drink down quickly, then stood up and pulled the gun from his back pocket. He pointed it at Fenton whose face paled.
"There's no use in continuing this farce any longer," Gaylord spat. "You know damned well what my situation is, don't you?"
Fenton looked at Penelope for an instant, then back at Gaylord. "Yes, old man. I'm afraid I do. What have you done with the maid?"
Gaylord started to answer when suddenly Sumi, wrapped in a pink striped sheet, rushed into the room. Her wrists were chafed from having been working the twine free all this time. Her eyes widened with fright and her mouth flew open with horror when she saw Gaylord pointing the gun at Fenton. "He came here to kill you!" she screamed half hysterically.
Gaylord, still holding the gun, stepped over to Sumi and grabbed her arm, half throwing her to the divan next to Fenton, and the sheet came off, exposing her shapely, petite body.
Fenton's eyes lit up as they toured over her tits and black bushy pussy.
This didn't escape Gaylord and a sudden thought entered his twisted mind. He grinned slyly at Fenton. "Like what you see, Fen, old boy?"
Fenton shifted his eyes away from the girl. He had a guilty look as he realized Gaylord had been watching him. "I-er, don't know what you're insinuating, fellow," he blushed as he noticed the expression on Penelope's face. "Really, Penny, this son of yours is sick," he added.
"I'll show you how sick I am, you bastard," Gaylord fumed as he pulled his mother by the wrist and pushed her into the armchair. He then pointed the gun to the divan, covering both Fenton and the maid.
"What are you up to, Gaylord?" Penelope inquired.
"Never mind. You just sit here and watch." Sumi reached for the sheet and tried to cover her nakedness, but quickly Gaylord took several steps and snatched it out of her reach.
"Oh please, Gaylord, let me put something on," pleaded the young girl.
Gaylord smiled. "No, Sumi. I want you to take something off!" His smile broke into laughter.
"What do you mean?"
"Start helping Fenton off with his clothes."
"What!"
. Fenton stood up. "Now look here. This has gone far enough!" he said angrily.
Gaylord brought the barrel of the gun down against the side of Fenton's head, knocking him on the divan again and the young man gasped with pain.
Now Gaylord was aiming the gun between his eyes. He pulled the hammer back. "That's only a sample of what you're gonna get, asshole, if you don't shutup. Got that?"
Fenton who's face showed stark, naked fear, nodded.
"And that goes for you too, Sumi. Start undressing him!"
The maid looked over at her mistress. "What'll I do, ma'am?"
Penelope looked up at the insane expression on her Son's face. Her hands were trembling. She loved this boy and felt sorry for him. She had suffered great anguish because of his mental illness. She had to put him away for treatment. Now she realized that he was getting worse. The doctors had not helped him. She'd always been able to handle him before. She feared that he was on the borderline of permanent insanity, and if his mind snapped suddenly, he could kill them all! She looked back at Sumi. "You'd better do as he says if you don't want him to shoot us," she said, wringing her hands together.
"Now you're getting the idea, mother. Okay, Sumi, get started."
The girl unbuckled Fenton's belt and pulled his trousers down beneath his knees, removed his shoes and socks, then pulled the trousers all the way off. She then pulled his turtle necked shirt over his head. He was now naked except for his jockey shorts.
"Now pull down his jockies. I want to see what he's got. It must be good if my mother wants to marry him."
Sumi got them down and over his feet and Penelope was annoyed when she saw that he had a half hard-on.
"All right, Sumi," Gaylord went on, "Jack him off a little."
She ran her cool hand slowly up and down Fenton's prick, and within seconds it stuck out like a pole. The head glistened with redness as she worked the foreskin back and forth.
"Hey! His Lordship's got a pretty nice looking hunk of meat there. It must be about seven and a half inches," Gaylord grinned. "No wonder you go for him, mother."
Penelope was getting angry as she looked her fiancee in the eye. He didn't have to go along with things to the extent of getting horny. She was glaring at him now.
"Don't get mad at me, love," Fenton said. "I can't help it. I tried to fight it, Penny, but it wasn't any use, and I don't want my head blown off."
"You're horrid, Fen, simply horrid," she declared.
Gaylord looked at Sumi who was staring at the bulging corona. He knew she couldn't resist a nice fat prick. She was rubbing her cunt and her tongue was sliding across her pretty mouth. "Rub some of that pussy-juice of yours around his mouth, Sumi, baby."
She was so hot and bothered that she was no longer aware of her mistress watching her. She dug into her slit and scooped out a generous amount of goo, then traced it around Fenton's lips. His tongue automatically licked it off and he smacked his mouth greedily.
Penelope was really getting disgusted with him now. "Please, Gaylord, make them stop."
"Why? Can't you stand seeing just what a louse this punk is? That mouth smacking wasn't one of my orders. He loves what's happening, and frankly, I don't blame him." Then Gaylord continued with his orders to the maid. "Lie on your back, Sumi, and spread your legs. Fenton looks hungry. After all, he missed dinner, and we can't let him starve, can we?"
Without hesitation, the beautiful Japanese girl stretched out on the long divan and opened her legs as wide as they would go.
Fenton looked at her gaping cunt. When he saw how wet it was, his head started down slowly between her legs. His nostrils caught the sexy smell and his hands went under her buttocks and he buried his long tongue deeply within her vagina. "Yum, yum, hmmmmm," he gurgled against it.
Gaylord turned to his mother. "How do you like your British import now?"
"I can't take anymore of this, you crazy degenerate," she shrieked as she started to jump up.
Gaylord shoved her roughly into the armchair. "You'll pay for calling me crazy, you burlesque whore! You haven't fooled me with your high society act."
While this was going on, Sumi and Fenton had changed positions. Sumi had half of his cock in her mouth and he was now lapping her asshole.
Penelope looked over at them and began sobbing. She made up her mind then and there, that no matter what the outcome of this was, she'd never marry Fenton now. Her son had been right about one thing. He was a punk! What he was doing hadn't been included in her crazy son's orders!
"Come on, mother, get up and stop crying. It's our turn, now."
Penelope forgot about Fenton and stared at Gaylord. She got to her feet slowly, wondering what he was up to as his eyes looked wild and glazed.
He set the gun on the wide arm of the chair within his reach at a moment's notice, then looked his mother up and down, rubbing his hands together. Suddenly, he reached out and clutched at her skirt, ripping it off her with one yank. The material made a tearing sound.
His green eyes bulged as he ogled the expanse of white flesh between her brief panties and nylons.
"You vulgar little bastard," she said, sparks of anger and humiliation flying from her eyes. "Have you forgotten that I'm your mother?"
"How could I forget that, you cunt?"
"How dare you call me such a vulgar name?"
"You're a cunt just like the rest of them. Didn't you know that I never wanted to rape any of those girls? I really wanted to fuck you. All during my boyhood you flaunted your body in front of me. You liked the feel of my little cock against you when you cuddled me up, didn't you, you tramp."
"Good God, you are insane. Really insane, I have no doubt about it now."
"I'm warning you, mother. I'm not going to take many more of your insults. If you go too far I'll not only blast you, but I'll finish off those two sex-fiends over there on the divan. Don't push me too far," and with a quick movement, he ripped her sheer briefs into shreds. His eyes then roamed down between her legs to her silken blonde cunt.
Gaylord stepped closer to her and reached around, getting two handfuls of her rounded ass-cheeks. He pulled her against him, and eyeing the gun, she dared not struggle and arouse his wrath.
Rubbing his midsection against her pelvis region, she could feel his big cock through his trousers. She closed her eyes and her body went limp. What a horrible creature, she thought. I should have had this bastard castrated when I had the chance. She then opened her eyes and looked over at the divan where Fenton and the maid were still going at it hot and heavy. They weren't paying any attention to her. That sonofabitch Fen! He's loving it!
Gaylord started to rub the deep crease in her ass with his finger, then leaning back slightly, he began unbuttoning her suit coat and blouse. When he had all the buttons undone he pushed the garments aside and noticed she was wearing the type of bra that hooked in the front, so with a deft movement of his finger he unhooked it and her beautiful tits with the long lustful looking nipples that he'd nursed on as a baby popped forward proudly.
He stared at them and his mouth watered. These are mine. They were always mine. I've got a right to them, he mused. "Oh, mama, you're sure looking good," he said hoarsely, then bending down, he gave each nipple a big suck.
Stepping back, he seized one of her wrists with his left hand and undressed himself with his right hand. When he was nude, he pulled the coat, blouse and bra completely off her, and she was now standing there in a white garter belt, nylons, and her shoes.
He saw that her face was flushed. "Don't tell me I'm embarrassing you, mother. After all, your business was parading this beautiful, sexy body in front of men, wasn't it? Well, I'm your son, so surely you don't mind letting me get a free show," he snickered. "How about showing me some of your old burlesque routines, mama. I was in your womb at the time, so I missed your performances, remember?"
Penelope was thinking, I might be able to stall him, so I'd better go along with this moron. Slowly she began dancing, waving her arms and hips, and throwing in a few bumps and grinds.
Gaylord's penis was now so hard that it was actually painful. He grasped it with both hands and squeezed. "Mother this is the biggest hard-on I've ever had in my life."
Penelope's eyes were half closed. She gave him a disgusted look. Then she turned around and bent over. Arching her back, she began shaking her big well shaped ass, and each time she shook it, the white flesh quivered.
Gaylord was so horny that his eyes bulged and his tongue fell out of his mouth. He strolled over and stood behind her, then as her buttocks wiggled, he swiped at the pink puckerstring with his long tongue.
Penelope stopped moving her body and Gaylord wrapped an arm around her belly and stuck his hand beneath her ass, then worked his fingers into her blonde -haired cunt. He massaged her clitoris and pussy-lips until he could feel her getting sticky wet.
Suddenly Penelope recalled the night she'd gone into her son's room to look in on him. He was seventeen at the time. He'd left on a night light and was sleeping on top of the covers nude. He must have been having an erotic dream as his big thick penis had been resting over one leg. It was half-hard and beautiful.
For a long moment she'd gotten so passionate that her vagina had creamed and itched with wanting the cock inside of her.
But as he was her son, and the rules of society frowned on incest, naturally she had to suppress her desires. Had it not been her son, she'd have been in bed with him in one second flat!
Another thought came to the surface. Had she unconsciously chosen Fenton because he looked so much like Gaylord? Not wanting to face these facts, she quickly pushed them out of her mind.
Gaylord couldn't stand it any longer. He reached over to the chair and picked up a pillow. He then pulled his Mother's lovely body down to the soft rug with him. He forced the pillow under her ass and grasping his cock, he positioned it against her slippery cunt, and with one jolt, he drove it deeply inside of her.
When it hit rock bottom, her legs wrapped around his back. She let out a low moan of ecstasy and kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing his lips apart with her tongue. She began frenching him like he'd never been frenched before, and Gaylord wondered if she could french a big dick as good as she could french kiss.
Sumi and Fenton had both climaxed and were sitting on the divan watching the act of incest.
"Do you see what I see?" Sumi asked as her eyes widened with shock.
"I see it, but I don't believe it," Fenton replied. "He's fucking his own mother!"
The sound of their voices interrupted Gaylord's concentration. He opened his eyes and looked over at them. "So I'm fucking my mother. Well, that's not all I'm gonna do to her," and with that statement he reached up to the chair arm and felt for the gun. When he found it, he waved at the two on the divan. "Remember, if you make a move I'll blast both of you," he threatened.
Just then he felt his Mother shaking and climaxing. When she'd finished, he pulled his gooey penis out of her steaming vagina and laughed crazily. Then still holding the gun, he got to his feet. He reached down and yanked his Mother's long blonde hair, forcing her to her knees.
"You were a pretty good lay, mama, now let's see how good you can give a blow-job."
Penelope stared at the gun, then she pulled this slimy cock down from where it had been sticking up erectly against his belly. When she had it even with her mouth, her tongue began darting around the edges of the swollen head.
Gaylord forced his big erection into her mouth, then loosened his grip on her hair when she started to suck and let it go deeply into her throat.
Yes! His young ma could give good head!
Her hands wrapped around his muscular ass and she pulled him against her face until his fat testicles were resting against her jaws.
Sumi and Fenton were getting horny again as they watched. It was like seeing a private stag show. They began playing with each other, then soon lost interest in what Penelope and her son were doing.
Sumi stretched out on the long divan and Fenton crawled between her legs. She reached for his husky prick and guided it against her cunt-hole. With her other hand, she pushed the lips apart, making her hole wide. She pushed the bushy black pubic hairs to either side, making a clear path for the satiny knob.
Her big legs clamped around his back and her cute ass bucked as inch by inch the gorgeous cock entered her tight hole.
As Fenton fucked the beautiful Japanese maid, he took his time. He knew that he would last and be able to let her climax over and over, as she'd already sucked his supply of gism dry and it would take awhile for it to build up again.
As he fucked her, he was thinking about how Gaylord had ruined his plans of marrying into money. Instinctively he knew that the jig was up! What a stupid idiot he'd been to lose control of himself and let Penelope see how Sumi had aroused him.
He began stroking the beautiful girl's long black hair. Then he pressed his lips against hers. All at once a feeling of deep emotion passed over him. To hell with Penelope and her millions! If they came out of this situation alive, he'd ask Sumi to be his girl. Why hadn't he known it before? That he'd really wanted her and not the older woman at all?
"I love you, Sumi," he whispered against her ear as he fucked her nice and easy.
"Oh, Fen, I love you too. Didn't you notice how jealous I was when-?"
"Shhh," he whispered. "We'll talk about us later. Now listen to me. We have to let Gaylord think we've lost interest in him. Look, he's put the gun down. I've got to take a chance and get to the telephone over on the desk."
Sumi was starting to come, so he held her tightly and gave her several hard jabs with his prick.
Now he was coming again and for a few seconds their bodies quivered together, then they lay still.
Fenton looked out the corner of his eyes at Gaylord and Penelope. The woman was still sucking hungrily on her son's prick.
"Be careful," Sumi said as Fenton got ready to make his move.
"Don't worry, he looks like he's getting ready to come. His eyes are closed."
Fenton rolled from between Sumi's legs and got cautiously to his feet and kept his attention focused on Gaylord who was now moaning with extreme pleasure. He then tip-toed across the spacious room and reaching the desk, picked up the phone receiver. Then quickly he dialed the operator and told her his address, and to call the police.
Gaylord who had just shot his load down his Mother's throat, looked up just in time to see Fenton hanging up the phone.
Gaylord pulled his penis away from Penelope. A look of panic crossed his handsome face.
"You're finished, Gaylord," Fenton shouted from across the room. "The police are on their way."
When Gaylord heard this, he dashed over and snatched the pink striped sheet from the floor and draped it around himself as he ran through the dinette and kitchen, then out the back door.
It was dark outside by now. He continued to run as fast as his feet would take him across the grounds until he had passed the play house and was on the back street of the estate. Still running and holding the sheet over his nakedness, he ran up the block and cut up the side alley to a church.
Cars were parked out front but they were empty as the people had already gone in to attend the church service.
He rushed up the steps to the back door of the building and finding it unlocked, he opened it slowly, looked about, then sneaked along a hallway until he reached a room where the door was standing open. He peeked in and saw a Minister who was wearing a long black robe and had a Bible in his hand. He was starting to walk toward the entrance that led to the altar.
Gaylord's thoughts were all distorted and he could no longer reason logically. He lurched at the elderly Minister and pulled the loose robe off him, then shoved the man down to the floor and he dropped the Bible. His thick lensed glasses fell from his nose and he' saw Gaylord's form with a blurry vision.
Quickly Gaylord began to rip the sheet apart, and before the elderly gentleman could get his bearings from the element of surprise and call for help, he stuffed a wad of the material into his mouth.
Now he was using torn strips of sheet to bind his wrists and ankles.
Picking up the black robe, he slipped it on quickly, then grabbed the Bible and taking the Minister's place, he walked out to the altar and went up the few steps and stood in the pulpit.
For a moment he stared out at the large congregation of mostly elderly people who sat in the pews awaiting the Sermon to commence. He started to laugh so hard that tears filled his eyes. I'll give these old jokers a Sermon they'll never forget, he thought crazily.
The church members began looking at one another as Gaylord's loud insane laughter echoed through the church.
"I'm your new Reverend for this Sunday evening," he said into the microphone. "You've no' doubt heard that sex is dirty and is a sin. But I'm gonna tell you that that's all hooey. Sex is the greatest! You woman don't know what you've missed if you've never sucked a big prick, and you, you old men, you know fucking well you'd like to suck that young, hard pussy. That's right, everybody. Prick, cunts, tits, asses. Fuck, fuck, fuck, suck, suck," he said, wriggling his tongue at them.
Everybody's mouth flew open in shocked disbelief as their faces turned pale.
Just then, two policemen rushed into the church. Their patrol car had been flagged down when looking for Penelope's address by a woman who'd seen Gaylord run past her home on the way to the church.
Gaylord was laughing again and saliva ran from the corners of his mouth. He rushed to the edge of the altar, and raising the black robe, wagged his prick at the congregation.
Women threw up their arms. Some screamed, others rushed to the aisle stumbling over each other, and a few fainted.
The two officers were pushing their way past the panicked people and were now walking toward the altar with guns raised.
Gaylord swung his prick from side to side and shouted at them. "Come and get this, you bastards. Come suck it!"
Then he thought just before they subdued him, shit, I need a good rest. I'm beat. But the next time I escape I'll be smarter, and they'll never find me!
CHAPTER TEN
Gaylord had been knocked unconscious. He must have been out for quite some time because when he finally awoke, he discovered that he was in a very dirty and dingy jail cell.
He was quite alone. He was very groggy as he slowly began to open his eyes. He squinted at the very small amount of light that he could see coming in through the cracks.
The bars on the cell were what told him he was in prison. At least they looked like bars, he thought.
When he realized just exactly where he was he muttered to himself. Damn, he thought, they really got me now. Now I'm done for, he said to himself. They'll kill me, that's what they'll do.
Gaylord didn't really think that they would kill him, at least he hoped that the cops weren't as rotten as he himself sometimes said that they were. He knew that people had told him stories about how those rotten flatfeet had really smashed up a guy. He believed those stories, but he wondered even now if they were true.
Sometimes people lie just to make themselves feel important, he thought. Sometimes a guy would say that he had really been beaten up just to make everyone feel sorry for himself. Gaylord didn't know what would happen to him. He didn't even know exactly where he was.
He looked at himself. He seemed to be all right, and aside from some cramps in his muscles, he didn't appear to be hurt. He examined his body closely. He felt a bit tired, and a bit bruised, and he really began to wonder if the cops had somehow beaten him and cleaned him up so that he would never be able to see the evidence.
Gaylord didn't know what to think. He was sure that he was beginning to spend his last days on earth and he thought that maybe a church was just the wrong place to have said all those things that he did say. Now might just be the time that the church was what was necessary.
Fuck, he said to himself. Fuck that shit. I'm okay, he thought. There's nothing wrong with me.
Gaylord began to wish that he were anyplace but here. He didn't care, at this point, just where he would be, but this was just the wrong place. He hardly would have room here to swing his prick about.
He wondered why he couldn't see anyone else. He didn't think he was the only person in the entire jail, but nowadays you couldn't be sure just who else was around, if anyone.
He tried to squint harder, to see if there just might be another person in the immediate vicinity. He tried calling aloud, but there was no answer. Silence. Nothing. Gaylord felt alone. He felt as if he had already died and hell was lying alone on the floor of a damp and dingy jail cell, calling out to non-existent other beings.
Goddammit, he thought. I'm going to go crazy. I can't just lie here on this fucking damp floor and stare at the ceiling. I can't even see the ceiling. Maybe there isn't a ceiling.
Maybe I'm looking up at the sky and there aren't any stars. You can't see the stars in hell, can you? Gaylord wasn't sure where the fuck he was. He didn't know if he even existed anymore.
I've got to do something to prove that I'm still alive, he thought. I've got to prove it to myself at least, even if I'm not alive. Even if I'm dead, I've got to prove that I exist.
It was beginning to drive him mad. He didn't know where or why he was where he was anymore. There must be something he could do. Somehow he had to prove that he was capable of more than just lying face up on a fucking hard stone floor.
He thought of his mother. God, there was a piece. Oh, God, how I would just love to have my mother here so I could fuck her. That would do it, he decided. That's just what I will need to prove to myself that I'm really alive. I need my mother to fuck, he thought. I've got to shove my goddam prick inside her juicy cunt. If I could do that, then I would really know that I exist.
"Mother, where are you? " he called out. 'I've got to have you. I've got to fuck that juicy cunt, mother please!" Gaylord's body was beginning to writhe on the hard stone floor of the jail cell. He began to twitch with little spasms of pleasure.
The more he thought of his mother, the more his body responded. He concentrated hard on his mother's tits. He loved them, he loved her nipples. Oh, to be a baby again, he thought. If I could just suck hard on her tits I would be happy. I would know that I'm really alive. I've got to suck her tits. I've got to lick out her goddam hot juicy pussy hole. I've got to, mother! I've got to fuck your cunt!
Gaylord was beginning to really go wild. He kept hallucinating that his mother was there with him, opening up her dress so that he could eat the inside of her beautiful pussy flesh.
Your slit, mother! he cried out. I've got to fuck you.
His mother didn't answer. He was brought back to reality and discovered that he indeed was alone in jail. There was nobody there. There was no mother to fuck, no one to open up her cunt so he could really slide in his dork. No one at all, no pussy, no cunt, no tits, no ass. Nothing. Dark, damp and dingy cold nothing.
It was getting too much for him. Why don't they come for me? he demanded in his mind. Why don't they just come for me and get it over with. I can't stand it anymore. I've got to prove that I'm still alive. I've got to show myself that I am still a man. I've got to! I've got to!
Gaylord envisioned his delicious mother again. He had to have her. He had to run his fingers inside her oozing slit. He needed to rub his body against hers. She was all he would have. She was everything to him. Mother was all. Mother knew best. Mother's cunt was the fuckingest, hottest pussy hole he had ever had. Gaylord's body temperature was beginning to rise.
He began to unconsciously rub his crotch. He could feel his penis beginning to get hard, just like it used to when mother was around. If only he could shove it inside her twat.
Maybe he wouldn't insist on fucking her. If mother would show up, he thought, I would let her suck me off. She could give me a blow job, yes, that would be best. She would eat that cock of mine and I could come inside her mouth.
I've got to shove my dick inside my mother's mouth, he thought. My dick is getting so hard, so hard.
Gaylord really began to rub his prick hard. He felt his hard flesh rising up inside his clothes. He was getting a really big hard-on and there was no one there to take advantage of it.
"Suck me mother!" he shouted to deaf walls. "Suck my cock!" He was beginning to go crazy. He was talking to thin air. No one was within range and he kept imagining that he was seeing his mother.
Gaylord began to play with his stiffening dong. It kept getting bigger and harder and his hand slowly started to caress it up and down.
His mind was always on his mother. He drooled at the thought of his mother's delicious pussy slit. He ached for a taste of that pink flesh that he was able to sink his throbbing prick into. Her cunt was so good, so juicy.
His balls were now making him feel really good. He caressed them, squeezing them softly at first and then really massaging them wildly.
Jerking off wasn't Gaylord's style, but now he was desperate. He needed release from the confines of his solitude. He had to have an orgasm. Where are you, mother, now that I really need you?
Gaylord's motions became more and more frantic. His hand massaged his stiff shaft harder and faster. He rubbed his cock up and down now, getting more and more frenzied in his movements.
He could feel his come beginning to flow, slowly, edging its way up his rock-hard rod. His cock head was red, pulsating from the blood pressure inside that shaft, aching for a chance to get all greased up inside some nice female flesh.
His come really foamed out of his prick. His balls let loose with such quantities of come, that he thought if his mother were here to drink his come, she would drown in it. There was so much of it, that Gaylord knew that his mother would want to be with him now.
Oh, mother, God, why can't you take it? Why can't you be here so I could be fucking you? Gaylord couldn't slow down the pace of his whacking off. He couldn't stop rubbing his cock even after his come had stopped gushing out of his penis. He kept rubbing and massaging and caressing his shaft. It was just too good to let go of it. He couldn't stop. He had to make sure that his mother got every last drop.
Gaylord must have shot more that moment than he had when his mother was really there. It was more of a turn on for him to have no one that to have someone there to get fucked or suck his prick. He had the biggest orgasm he could ever remember.
It was something that he would never forget. Come was all over him. He was covered with himself. His body was turning inside out.
Suddenly he heard voices. He was immediately brought back to life. Reality had reared its ugly head and Gaylord knew that his mother wasn't there, but that he was lying on his back on the floor of a dark and damp jail cell.
"Get a load of that!" said one voice. "Did you see what I just saw?"
"You bet I did," replied another person. "I can't believe that our friend Gaylord just whacked his goddam prick off. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes."
"And did you hear him call for his mother? That really takes the cake, doesn't it? We really have a goddam loony here in this cell. Jesus, the life of a cop isn't easy, you know."
"You said it! If I had known that this guy is a jerk-off freak, maybe we would have let him go. I bet he does all kinds of other crazy things. I think we've got to watch out for him."
"We've got to watch out that he doesn't get us wet with his sticky come. I bet his come is really the sticky kind. I would hate to get that goo on my uniform."
"That's for sure." The two policemen flashed on a light. The suddenness of it blinded Gaylord for a moment. He became aware of having put on a performance for the two cops. It seemed to be the ultimate in humiliation. They were watching him jerk-off and he didn't know how he would ever live it down. He knew that he could never face his mother again.
