"Gee, even the hair above your pussy is fiery red," Lumar Hopkins said as Nancy Meeks crawled into bed next to him and sprawled out on her back. "You know, it's funny, but I always thought that you dyed your hair-you and your sister, Hanna, both. Yeah-" The boy paused, giggling. "-I sure enough figured that the two of you dyed your hair!"
"Lumar-darling," Nancy said with a little groan. *Will you do me a real favor, sweetheart?"
"Sure thing, Miz Meeks," the boy said, and giggled again. "Anything-anything at all!"
"Will you please shut your mouth-and fuck me!"
The boy's sleepy blue eyes grew big and round. "Ohhhhhhh, Miz Meeks," he said. "I never heard a grown woman say that word in front of me before. It makes me feel-well, all sort of shivery inside!"
"Lumar . ... "
"Course, Inez says it all the time," he said. "Lumar...."
The thing is, she's my sister so I guess that don't really count, does it?" Lumar said. "I mean, she's a full-grown woman and everything. I think she's twenty-eight, but she is my sister and...."
"Lumar-please, darling!"
"Yes, ma'am-I know that I'm talking too much," the boy said with a little shrug of his narrow shoulders. "I guess I'm doing it because-well, I'm a bit on the nervous side. I always start to yak like crazy when I get scared. It drives my sister up the wall. She's always threatening to throw me out of the house on my ear if I don't...."
"DAMMIT, LUMAR-SHUT UP ALREADY!"
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry...."
"Listen, sweetheart, I don't mean to be so bossy," the redhead said as she took the boy's hand and set it down in the valley that lay between the twin mounds of her high, proud, cone-shaped breasts. "I guess that I'm a little on the nervous side my own self!"
"That's pretty funny," Lumar said as he began to trace a little circular pattern against her flesh with the tips of his fingers. "I thought grown people didn't get nervous about sex. I mean, take Inez-she isn't nervous. You ought to hear that sister of mine bark and squeal when she and Wade are going to town in their bed. Mamma says she sounds like a cow that's having a calf. And Wade-well, he ain't much better. You ought to hear that pair, Miz Meeks. Ole Wade sounds like he was having a heart attack-moaning and carrying on!"
Inez Roberts was Nancy's very best friend and she couldn't resist the opportunity to find out a few intimate things about her now that she had Inez's younger brother in bed with her. "I'd sure like to hear them some time," she said.
"Drop by the house any time Wade ain't at work," Lumar said. "More than likely you'll hear it!"
"Do Wade and your sister-that is, do they have sex very often?" Nancy said, and sucked in a huge gasp of air.
The boy shrugged, tugged thoughtfully at his bottom lip. "I guess that depends on what you mean by often, Miz Meeks. I mean, Wade has to have it every morning before he goes to work. He says he'd never be able to get through a day if he didn't get it first thing off like that!"
Nancy frowned. "Every morning, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am...."
"Is that the only time?"
"Oh, no, Miz Meeks," Lumar said. "They do it just about every night, too. And then sometimes, if he's working somewhere close, he comes home on his lunch hour to knock off a quickie. 'Course, on the weekends, now, they really go to town in their room. I don't think they'd get up to eat or go to church if mama didn't make them!"
"It's no wonder Wade's so skinny," Nancy said.
"How's that, ma'am?"
"I was just-oh, never mind, Lumar," the redhead said. "I guess the green-eyed monster got to me. Tell you what! Why don't you play with my titties a little bit, sweetheart? That way we could get started. See how hard they are?"
"Boy, they sure are," the boy said. "And just look at the way they're all a-quiver!"
"That's because they want you to touch them, Lumar!"
"Miz Meeks," the boy said, and then cleared his throat as a tremor set in, "could you sort of give my hand a start? It's even more scared than the rest of me!"
"Oh, Lumar-you goon," Nancy said, and tousled his long hair. "There's not one thing in all this world for you to be frightened of at this moment!"
"My head knows that alright, ma'am-but my belly isn't totally convinced yet, I guess," Lumar said, and then sighed loudly. "It's all hard and knotted, shivering. Boy, Miz Meeks-you sure picked the wrong fellow!"
"Hey, that's silly talk, Lumar...."
At twenty-nine Nancy was almost twice the boy's age. She had picked him because-well, there just wasn't much else to pick from. Most of the men in the county were afraid of her husband, Billy-and with . good reason, too.
She was a tall, slender woman with fiery red hair she kept cropped close to her head. Her face was tall and thin, with high, prominent cheek bones, huge green eyes, a button nose (the result of cosmetic surgery), and thin, pale lips. Her skin was thin and pale, all but transparent.
Her breasts were her best feature, capped by huge, pale areolas surrounding slightly darker, elongated nipples. Her belly was a bit soft, and traces of spongy fat had begun to collect across her bottom, at her hips and on her thighs. She was always promising herself she'd start to exercise before the fat got too bad, but somehow she never seemed to get around to it
"Please, Miz Meeks," Lumar said.
'Nancy took the boy's hand, set it down gently against the crown of her left breast. "There," she cooed, and pressed his hand down tightly against the nipple there. "How's that lover? Do you like that Lumar?"
The boy's lips flapped fiercely but no sound came from his mouth. The woman moaned, began to giggle. "Now, that's about the nicest thing that anyone has said about me in a month of Sundays, lover," she said.
"Well, I-I...."
"I thought you always yaked when you got scared, Lumar," the redhead said. "You're not yaking now!"
"I guess I ain't never been this scared before, ma'am!"
"Well, you just relax," the redhead said as she reached out and curled her fingers around the shank of his long, heavy prick. "I swear, there's really nothing to be afraid of-not a single thing, lover!"
"Yes, ma'am...."
Nancy grinned, worked her way up into a sitting position. She hesitated for a moment, looking down into the raw sense of fear that radiated from the boy s face. "C'mon, lover-will you relax?" she said. "Breathe through your mouth or something like,, that. And spread your legs for mel I need some room to kneel down in front of you!"
"Whatever for?" the boy said and swallowed hard.
"Oh, you'll find out, sweet boy," the redhead said and winked at him. "And I'll just bet that you're really going to like what I'm about to do for you!"
"I-I...."
"In all your vast sexual exploits, Lumar, did you ever have a woman go down on you?" Nancy said. "Did you ever have a woman take your cock into her mouth and suck on it and suck on it until...." She began to giggle as his cock sputtered to full erection in a series of hard, rocking, spasmatic jerks. "Until you shot all your juice into her mouth?"
"No, ma'am-not really," the boy said. "But I sure have thought about it a whole bunch!"
"Is that right?" the redhead cooed as she climbed over his legs and settled herself down on the wedge of vacant bed between his legs. She cupped a hand under his scrotal sac and began to play with his balls, rolling them about until the skin covering those swollen jewels was tight, pulsing so frantically that it actually seemed about ready to burst at the thick, heavy seam that separated his nuts.
"Oh, Miz Meeks-ma'am!"
"You like that, huh, lover?"
"Boy, do I ever...."
Nancy slowly skinned back the foreskin from around the head of his prick and then quickly lowered her lips down against it and placed a long, surging, sucking kiss on the dark and angry face there. She began to giggle as the boy groaned and sputtered.
"You-you ain't going to stop with just one little peck, are you, Miz Meeks?" Lumar said.
"No, no way, sweetheart," the redhead said. "I was just checking to see whether or not you liked it. Did you?"
"Are you kidding?" the boy cried.
Nancy was really fascinated by his cock. It was a lot bigger, a whole lot thicker than many she had seen dangling from between the legs of full-grown men. She kissed it once again and then watched as it began to thrash about wildly, sputtering and jerking, bouncing from thigh to thigh.
"I guess you're ready, lover!"
"Yes, ma'am-but for what?"
"You'll see, sweetheart!"
She lowered her face down against his manhood once again. This time she parted her lips as her tongue darted from her mouth and began to swirl wetly, teasingly across the hard, quivering head of his thundering tool.
"Oh, Miz Meeks," the boy cried out in a voice that crackled with a raw and sprawling sense of passion. "I-oh, ma'am-I-oh, hell...."
She continued to swirl her hot, pink invader all about the face of his tool, twisting and lapping, working her way slowly all around the explosive glans.
The boy cried out in joyous agony as his hips began to snap and shudder, rolling from side to side in undulation, as the redhead moved her tongue to the shaft of his tortured prick, sucking away wildly as she lashed out at his screaming flesh. She moved down one side and then up the other, repeating the process again and again.
That's so-so wonderful," the boy cried.
"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, tiger," the redhead said in a deep, sultry voice, "Let's say, we're just now getting started. The best is yet to come!"
"I-I really don't know if I could bear it if it was too much better, ma'am," Lumar moaned. "It's just wonderful, Miz Meeks. So wet and smooth and...."
"LUMAR...."
"I know-shut up!"
Nancy nibbled her way down onto his balls. She lifted the dark, heavy scrotal sac and began to flick the tip of her wet, pink tongue against the flesh there. "Hey, Lumar-raise your buns a bit, will you?"
"Huh-what?"
"Oh, your ass, dummy," Nancy said with a grin. "Cmon, lift your hips and rump off the bed!"
"But-but-but ... "
"NOW, LUMAR!"
The redhead wasted no time in moving the tip of her tongue down against the wildly puckering hole that was his anus. She made her way all about the rim of that dark, convulsive opening, fluttering her tongue closer and ever closer to the center of that wild and explosive thing.
"Miz Meeks-ma'am," the boy cried.
"Is something bothering you, Lumar?"
"Your tongue, Ma'am, it-it...."
The boy's whole body began to tremble as the flesh that covered his bony rump turned as taut as spring steel. The muscles there began to pop and snap, rippling with the wildest sense of expectation.
"Please, Miz Meeks...."
"Please what, darling?"
"You know-do it!"
"But I'd like to hear you say it, sweetheart," Nancy said. "It makes me feel goose pimply all over to hear a man say those sort of words!"
"But, ma'am, my mama...."
"You aren't fucking your mama, Lumar-darling!"
"No, ma'am," the boy said. "But don't think that I ain't thought about that, too!"
"You're changing the subject, lover," Nancy said, "Cmon, tell me what it is you want me to do!"
"Put your tongue in my ass," the boy cried, running all the words together. He closed his eyes and shriveled up his face, as if he expected a heavenly bolt of lightening to strike him dead on the spot-which really wasn't far from the truth. "Please, ma'am, put your tongue up there!"
"Whatever you say, lover," Nancy cooed, and then quickly darted her tongue down inside his bung and began to wiggle it about like crazy.
The boy's body flew up from the bed, began to thrash about like a fish out of water, thrashing about wildly with his arms and legs, and all the while the redhead drove her tongue deeper and deeper into his ass.
"Miz Meeks, Miz Meeks....
Nancy pulled "her tongue from his bottom with a little popping noise and then quickly wrapped her thin, bloodless lips around the head of his cock. The wet, spongy tissue of her mouth closed frantically around that thick, throbbing bulb, holding it prisoner as she moved her tongue around and around the agonized flesh of the sputtering face.
"Sweet mother of God," Lumar cried.
He grabbed the back of her head, moaning frantically, and tried to drive his cock up into her mouth and throat. The redhead fought him playfully, trying to force him to be more masterful, more manly. She had a need to be dominated by her lovers-at least while they were in bed. She continued to wrap her lips tighter and tighter around his tool as the boy cried out in pain and frustration.
"Oh, damn-damn...."
He dug his fingers violently into her scalp, pushed himself up against her mouth with his pelvis as his hips continued to sputter and roll. Nancy began to giggle with amusement, delighted with his wild and frantic response to her little ploy. The kid made up in need and desire what he lacked in experience.
"Cmon, Miz Meeks," he cried. "Please, please!"
The woman's giggle began to vibrate in her throat, demanding release. Her lips started to tremble, un able to fight the pressures that attacked it from both sides, and she began to lose her grip on the head of his tool. Suddenly there was a raw, sucking sort of whoosh as his dork thundered through her lips and lodged itself in her mouth.
"Now suck-suck me, suck me," the boy cried.
Nancy moaned happily. His cock tasted so sweet, so young and fresh and wildly delicious. She began to move her head up and down, up and down, bobbing her lips against the shaft of his pecker at a slow, teasing pace, as she waited for Lumar to calm down enough to settle his hips and bottom back down on the surface of the bed.
Finally the boy stopped thrashing about and the redhead increased her pace a bit, raising her head to a point where the dark, angry face of his quivering dork all but fell between her lips, and then she quickly, frantically drove back down along the sputtering shaft, sucking away happily, until she reached the thick, meaty root once again.
"That's it," the boy cried. "Oh, Miz Meeks-that's really it I-I ... oh, yes. Yes, yes...."
Soon Nancy's head became little more than a whirling blur of fiery red and pale pink as she doubled and redoubled the tempo of her movement.
The boy thrashed about wildly under her, groaning with the wildest sense of joy he had ever known. He bit down hard on his bottom hp, so hard that he drew blood. "Miz Meeks, oh, my God-Miz Meeks, Miz Meeks," he cried out again and again as his toes began to shudder and snap, signaling to all the world that he was about to climax.
He drove his nails down through the meaty flesh at the base of his hands, crying out that he was there, about to come in her mouth. Nancy could feel her own load of frantic need bubbling away wildly inside her snatch. Her bright, syrupy spunk had oozed from the shimmering lips of her tortured quim and was in the process of slowly seeping down onto her thighs and bottom. She sighed once in frustration and then let the boy's tool slip from her mouth. She straightened her head, stared down into the anger and disappointment that flashed hotly in Lumar's eyes. "Poor baby," she cooed and made a clucking sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
"I don't think that's very funny, Miz Meeks!"
"It's alright, sweetheart...."
"You sure about that?" the boy demanded. "Really sure?"
"Yes, I am sure, lover!"
"But I was just about ready to shoot my stuff into your mouth, Mizz Meeks," Lumar said in a hot, raspy whisper that reflected his suppressed anger. "I mean, I-I was right there, ma'am!" He covered his face with his hands so that the woman could not see that he was about to cry. "I don't know, it sure seems like a crazy thing to do!"
"Lumar, listen," Nancy said as she curled her hands around his wrists and pulled his fingers away from his face. "I'll do it all the way for you some other time, lover. Maybe even later tonight. And you can come in my mouth as much as you want. I love it, sweetheart. Really! I don't think I have any hang-ups when it comes to sex!"
"Just tell me why you stopped me!"
"Well, I-look, lover, right now I'm like a bomb that's about to explode. Sucking on that sweet pecker of yours just got me so hot and bothered that I couldn't hold off any longer. I just had to have it stuffed inside my snatch!"
"Really, Miz Meeks?" the boy said brightening. "You ain't just saying that?"
"Hey-no way," the redhead cooed. Now, I hope that you are in the mood for some straight balling. You know, old-fashion, face to face, up and down, male dominant, missionary-position fucking...."
"Oh-oh, yeah," the boy said, and stratched his head. "That straight balling!"
Nancy tousled his head, flipped over onto her back and spread her long, long legs. "Come get me then, lover," she cried happily. "Because I've never been so ready for anything in all my life!"
Lumar quickly crawled on top of the woman and nestled himself down carefully between her legs. A twinge of panic hit him but he quickly shoved it out of his mind. After all, he wasn't a virgin ... and just because the pussy under him was a lot older than the stuff he was use to didn't make it all that different And there was none of the bullshit about telling the chick that he loved her and was thinking about marrying her and all that crap.
He pressed his bony knees against the soft, fatty flesh of her thighs, gazing down at the look of rapture that seemed to fill her face. He hesitated for a long moment, sucking air into his lungs, and then slipped one hand down under her back as he slowly lowered his body down against her and began to poke about for her vulva with the head of his cock.
"I-I guess I'll need a little help, ma'am," he said as he shrugged to cover his embarrassment. "I guess I'm still a bit nervous, ma'am!"
"You've got nothing to worry about, sweetheart," the redhead said as she curled her fingers around the shaft of his rod and quickly guided the hard, thundering head to the wet, gooey lips of her love hole. "You're doing just fine!"
"Oh, yeah-yeah," Lumar said miserably. "Are you ready for this, ma'am?"
"Oh, lover-am I ever ready!"
The boy cried out in triumph as he lunged forward with his hips and pelvis, driving his long, hard cock down deeply into the wet, sucking walls of her bubbling snatch.
Nancy's pussy flesh seemed to spring into action, grasping frantically at his love meat, twisting and rolling, trembling against it, and the redhead cried out as she reached out and took the boy's free hand and set it down against one of her breasts. The boy latched onto the hard, throbbing nipple there and began to tug at it with his thumb and forefinger as he lowered himself the rest of the way down into the saddle. He paused for a moment as organ got acquainted with organ and belly button kissed belly button.
"Oh, Lumar-lover," the redhead cooed. "That feels so good, baby, so very, very...."
Lumar drove his tongue into her mouth, cutting off her yaking, and immediately she began to suck at the tip of that slithering invader, moaning deep within her throat as her whole body began to shudder and jerk, turning large patches of her skin to rippling goose flesh. .
The boy waited, a vague sort of fear gnawing at the back of his neck, but finally he began to ease his pelvis forward as his tool exploded against the rippling sensation of her wet, rolling cunt. The redhead cooed happily as she moved her hands down along his lean, lanky body and dug the tips of her nails into his sputtering bottom.
"Oh, Miz Meeks...."
"Yes, lover-yes," Nancy cooed as she raked her nails across his bony ass, raising huge welts on the flesh there, wordlessly urging him to take out all the stops and really ram his pecker in and out of her snatch.
"Oh, that's so good, ma'am ... "DON'T TALK-FUCK!"
The boy pulled out all the stops and really began to wail away at her love hole. All his fear seemed to be gone now, replaced by the terrible need that had his balls screaming. The muscles in his tight, hard belly began to pop as he tried to get the face of his cock to brush against her clit, the way ole Wade had told him to do it. His balls slapped out a crazy sort of counter beat to the rhythm of his cock, swinging against the soft, fatty flesh of her bottom.
"Easy, baby," the woman cooed. I'm afraid you'll break something if you keep that up!"
"I'm trying to get at your clit!"
Nancy lifted her long legs up into the air, curled her soft thighs around his back and began to vibrate her wet, dripping pussy against the wildly exploding probe of his thick, meaty prick.
"Miz Meeks, your pussy," the boy cried. I ain't never felt anything like it before. I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer, ma'am!"
"Don't worry about this girl, baby!"
The boy got up onto his knees, holding tight to her fleshy bottom, as he began to ram away at her snatch. "I-really, I'm so close," he cried, "I-I..
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me....
Lumar lifted his hips still higher, driving away at her pale-pink pussy flesh with every ounce of strength at his command. He lifted her higher and higher from the bed, bending her body like a pretzel under him.
"Oh, Miz Meeks, I ... hey, what the hell!"
CHAPTER TWO
Lumar suddenly cried out in pain as he felt something that felt like a pair of steel claws rip into his narrow shoulders. "Hey-no," he cried as he felt himself become air-borne. It seemed as if the ceiling rushed down to meet him and then he felt himself sailing through the air. He cried out in pain and disbelief as he struck the wall with a sickening thud and he collapsed on the floor, like an old dishrag.
"You lousy, fucking whore," he heard someone cry out at the top of his voice as he tried valiantly to get to his feet again. "I told you what would happen if you pulled this crap on me again, you bitch. You stinking, lousy...."
"Wait, Billy," Nancy cried. "Let me explain...."
"I got eyes," the voice snarled. "I can see, can't I?"
Lumar finally got to his feet. He sucked in a deep breath of air and then rushed at the giant figure he saw standing at the side of the bed, shaking his fist at the woman. "Leave her alone, you bastard," the boy cried.
The shadowy figure turned and slapped Lumar hard across the face, stopping him cold in his tracks. The poor boy dropped to his knees, shaking his head.
"It's you, Mr. Meeks," he cried, and swallowed hard, "Oh, my God. She said that you-you...."
"Never mind what this lying whore said, punk," the man snarled. "Get dressed and get your skinny ass out of my sight before I do something stupid like kill you, too, Lumar! You hear what I'm saying, boy?"
"Yes-yes, sir!"
"If you was full grown, Lumar, I'd kill you-right now, with my bare hands," Billy Meeks cried, and then drove his fist against the wall, shattering plaster all over everything. "And don't you ever come sucking around my wife again, boy or-lap-baby or not, M kill you sure as I'm standing here. You understand me, Lumar?"
"Yes, sir, I-I sure do!"
Lumar grabbed up his clothing, held it in a ball against his chest and ran out of the room. Billy waited until he heard the downstairs door to the outside open and close before he turned to his wife. "Why?" he cried, his face contorted with an awesome sort of rage. "Tell me why?"
"Now, Billy-hold on a minute. Ah, I-I...."
"I told you what I'd do if I caught you fucking me around again, cunt," the giant cried as tears began to roll down his face. "You can't say that I didn't warn you. You can't, you really can't ... "
"No, Billy, I-I can explain!"
He grabbed her by the top of her hair and jerked her out of the bed. "Just tell me why?" he demanded, and slapped her hard across the face with his free hand. "Why-why? Give me a reason for it, you slut!"
"I was horny," Nancy cried. "What the hell other reason could there be?"
"And that's your reason?" he cried as he slapped her again and again. "That makes it alright?" He pulled her from the bed and shoved her against the wall. "And with some snot-nose lap-baby, for pity sake. A punk kid...."
"Would you rather it was one of your buddies I had up here with me?" Nancy demanded as she got to her feet. "So that the whole town could give you the horse laugh again? At least I didn't do that this time! Don't that count for something, Billy? Don't it? Don't it?"
'You fucking slut," the big man cried as he smashed his fist against the wall again, gouging out another hole in the plaster. "Why can't you keep your thighs shut? Why can't you act like a wife?"
"You knew what I was when you married me, Billy."
"A whore-a lousy, cheating whore!"
"I told you not to take that truck-driving job," Nancy cried, hysteria welling up in her voice. "I just can't go for days and days without getting laid!"
Billy slammed his open hand across the side of her face, knocking her against the wall. He caught her with the other hand as she bounced off the wall and sent her sailing ass over tin cups against the dressing table. She shook her head, got to her feet and picked up a huge bottle of cheap perfume. "You stay away from me, Billy," she cried as she raised the bottle high over her head. "I know you're mad and I sure can't blame you, but I ain't going to let you beat me up again!"
"Let me?" the big, beefy man roared. "Let me? Who the hell is going to stop me?"
"I won't Billy, I won't...."
"Why, you silly whore," Billy screamed as he reached out to grab her. "You dumb, fucking dumb, dirty...."
Nancy smashed the bottle down over his head, opening an inch long cut at the hairline and breaking the bottle into a thousand pieces. Blood flowed down his face, blinding him in one eye. His hands began to tremble as he lifted her up in his arms and walked over to the window.
"No, Billy-no, no!"
"I warned you, cunt," he cried. "I told you what I'd do if I caught you again. I told you and told you!" He shoved her out the window, left her dangling from his hands.
"Oh, God, lover-no," Nancy cried. "Please, no-no, don't do this!"
"You whore, you slut...."
"BILLY-LOVE, IN THE NAME OF GOD!"
"You won't see God where you're going, bitch!"
"No, Billy-please," Nancy cried. "I'll be good. Really, I will. I swear to you, lover. I won't ever look at another man again. Please, baby. Hey, Billy-I think I'm going to slip. Billy, no...."
"I don't believe nothing you say anymore, Nancy. I-I can't!" Suddenly he pulled her back through the window, crying out in frustration. He walked over to the bed, tossed his wife down onto the mattress. "If only I didn't love you so much. If only I...." He dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands as he began to sob. "You bitch! Why do you do it? Why-why?"
"Billy-love-oh, baby!"
Nancy sat up slowly, her body vibrating with fear.
"Billy-love, I-I ... oh, Billy!"
She swung her legs up over the side of the bed, sat there, looking at the man in front of her. She stood up, walked over to him and began to caress his head, rubbing her fingers gingerly through his shock of graying blond hair.
"I don't do it to hurt you, Billy," she cooed. "As God is my witness, I don't!"
"Nancy, I-I...." The big man allowed his words to trail off. He took her wrists in his hands, pulled her fingers down to his lips and then kissed them tenderly. "If only you could tell me what makes you do it?" His voice seemed to reflect the awesome sense of pain that filled his body. "If only you could do that for me!"
The redhead dropped to her knees in front of him. "It's just that I'm no good, Billy," she said. "I hate myself for hurting you like this, but-oh, hell, we both know it's going to happen again. I can't make it with just one man in my life. None of us Malloy women ever could. Not mama, not my sister, Hanna, and-most of all-not me! I'm sorry, Billy. I never should have let you talk me into marrying you!"
"Your mother and sister, they had men that weren't any-damn-good, Nancy" Billy said miserably. "Drinking and chasing and that. I ain't like them, baby. Whether you believe it or not, I ain't touched another woman in all the eight years we've been married. And you know that I've had plenty of opportunities, too!"
"It has nothing to do with you, Billy," Nancy said miserably. "You're a good man, a good husband!"
"Maybe if you was to see one of them head doctors," Billy said. "Maybe one of them could...."
"You got any idea what a shrink gets, Billy? Fifty dollars an hour-at least that!"
"Baby, I'd work day and night if it would help you beat this thing," the giant cried. "I-I...." He covered his face with his hands again, pain raking his body. "It's driving me out of my mind. Hell, I'm afraid to let you out of my sight for fear that you'll end up in bed with some dude!"
"Leave me, Billy," Nancy said. "I'll give you a divorce, won't fight it or nothing. And anytime you want me I'll be here. You can have me in bed anytime you want I ain't ever loved anyone but you, Billy!"
"You sure got a strange way of showing it, woman!"
"Yeah, I know-but it's true just the same!"
Billy dropped her hands, slipped an arm around her back and pulled her body close to him. "I love you so goddam much, woman," he cried, and then he kissed her savagely. "God help me, but I love you so...." v
"Oh, Billy-sweet Billy," Nancy cooed. "What a mess I've made of our lives!"
The giant picked her up in his arms, kissed the tip of her nose, and then carried her over to the bed and set her down in it. He stepped back, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. Nancy moaned in anticipation as she watched her husband slip out of his pants and shorts. Her hips began to roll in undulation as a shudder rippled at the lips of her vulva. "Oh, Billy-love-hurry, baby!"
"I-I-I...."
"There's a pencil in your shirt pocket, lover," the redhead cooed, "Better get rid of it, too!"
Billy slipped out of his shirt, too, sent it sailing into the air. "Look out, sweet woman," he cried, snorting wildly, "the big man's home and ready to take care of business now!"
"Oh, Billy-Billy-love!"
The big man leaped on the bed. He covered her mouth with his hands, cutting off her words, as he settled down on his knees between her outstretched legs.
"Crazy about this," Billy said as she eased his body down against her and began to poke at her still sticky vulva with the head of his cock. Nancy closed her eyes, moaning deeply, and then slipped her arms around the back of his neck and began to move against him. "Fuck me, baby" she cried. "Fuck me now!" Billy drove his pecker fiercely into her snatch and the redhead squealed with joy. "Oh, Nancy-Nancy...."
"Fuck me, Lumar," the redhead shrieked. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fu ..
Billy drove his hard, beefy fist against her jaw.
"What-why?" Nancy screamed.
"You lousy whore," Billy cried. "You called me Lumar!"
"No, I...."
Billy hit her again-and then again and again. He continued to hit her long after she had stopped screaming, long after she had lost consciousness. He continued to hit her until his arms felt as if they were too heavy to lift again, and then he pulled her limp body against his own, cradled it tightly against his chest and rocked her back and forth.
CHAPTER THREE
"What time you got, man?" Mark Fitzgerald demanded of his younger brother, Luke.
"A few minutes before midnight," Luke said.
"Where the hell is he? He said to meet him here at eleven o'clock, for pity sake," Mark said. "Man, I sure don't like waiting around like this-not knowing what the hell is going to happen when he gets here!"
"Relax, man" Luke said, and slipped an arm around his brother's shoulders. "He's just making us sweat it out, that's all. He's trying to scare us!"
"Well, he's doing a pretty good job of it!"
"Relax, big brother. Be cool!"
"The dude is going to off us, Luke, and you talk about being cool. What's with you, man?"
"Look, I'm telling you-the very worse that's going to happen to us is that he roughs us up a bit," Luke said. "He's got to give us more time to raise the money!"
"You sure about that, huh?" Mark said bitterly. "I mean, you're sure enough to bet our lives on it?"
"Man, figure it out," Luke said. "The Frenchman isn't going to throw away ten thousand dollars just to prove a point. Five hundred-even a grand, and the man might waste us. But not ten grand, man-not when it's only been a month that we owed the bread. Cmon-get serious!"
"I hope you're right, little brother," Mark said, and began to pace the floor. "But it just don't pull together in my mind. Why did he have us meet him here, in this old, deserted shack? I mean, if all the dude is going to do is have us worked over-hell he could have done it in his office. I'm telling you, man-we bought big this time!"
"That's what ole Frenchy wants us to think, Mark. Cmon, he figures that by having us meet him out here we'll do just what you're doing-get all sweaty and scared. Be cool, nigger. Be cool...."
"Cool, my ass," Mark snarled. "We get out of this mess, little brother, and-I swear, no jive, I'll kill you my own-damn-self you ever come sucking around, getting me involved in anymore get-rich-quick crap!"
"Oh, it's all my fault, huh?" Luke sputtered. "Man, sixty-one hundred of that ten gees is what you ran up, man-not me. I only owe thirty-nine!"
"But who was the one with the can't fail system?"
"I thought I was doing you a favor, big brother," Luke said angrily. "It worked for a while, too...."
"Yeah-just long enough for us to get our asses so far in a sling we won't ever get out," Mark said. "Now listen to me, I want you to keep your mouth shut when the Frenchman gets here. You let me do the talking!"
"Okay, okay...."
"Look, Luke, I mean it. You so much as open them fat lips and I'll shove my fist down your throat!"
"You and what army, nigger?" Luke snarled. "You keep forgetting that you're an old man, Mark. You're thirty-seven. I mean you're running on a rep that's fifteen years old. And you ain't even been in a fight in the last five years!"
"Anytime you think you'd like to test that rep, Luke-you just come ahead," Mark said. "Don't be bashful or nothing, just come at me swinging...."
"Shut up, I hear something...."
"Yeah, he sounds like a car. Maybe it's Frenchy!"
Luke rushed over to the window, peered out into the darkness. "Yeah, it's the Frenchman's hog alright," he said, and swallowed hard. "And-yeah: he got that clown they call Jughead with him! Oh, man-oh, man!"
"Better turn the oil lamp up," Mark said miserably. "Let them know we're here, waiting!"
"Yeah, right...."
The door banged open, slammed against the wall, and a big, hulking bear of a man hobbled into the one-room shack. He looked at the black men and smiled, revealing a mouthful of ugly yellow teeth. "I hope you boys ain't packing," he snarled in a rough, gravelly voice. "The Frenchman don't like that. I got to check you, fellows!"
The brothers turned around, raised their arms above their heads and then slapped their hands flat against the wall. "I feel like a cop or something," the white man roared, and then walked up behind the brothers and patted them down. He took a long, ugly, switch-blade knife from Luke's pant pocket, opened it and then tossed it out the open window. "Oh, Frenchy ain't going to be happy about that," he said, and laughed mirthlessly. "No sir, not one little bit!"
"I told you that Frenchy said to be clean," Mark said angrily. "I told you, I told you...."
"You told, you told me," Luke blustered. "Who the fuck are you, man? Sure, you told me-so fucking what?"
"Shut up, both of you!" Jughead said.
The white man was six feet, ten inches tall and weighed something more than three hundred and fifty pounds. He had been a professional wrestler and a circus strong boy before Manfred "Frenchy" LaDouse had made him his personal bodyguard. He ambled his way over to the door. "Everything is okay, bossah, Mr. LaDouse," he cried.
A short, dapper black man in a cream colored suit entered the room and nodded at Jughead. "You may turn around now," he said to the brothers. "Did you bring my money?"
"Look, Frenchy, we're going to need a little more time to dig it up," Luke said. "A few more weeks and...."
"I told you to let me do the talking, chump," Mark cried as he turned to the dapper man. "We ain't got it, Frenchy!"
"Gentlemen," the dapper man said, and slowly shook his head from side to side. "This is a most serious situation! Do you realize that?"
"Sure, Frenchy," Mark said. "We-we know!"
"I don't think so," Frenchy said. "Or else you'd have my money here for me. No, it seems as if you misinterpreted my small kindness in allowing you a month to raise the money as a weakness on my part That was a mistake, gentlemen-a very serious mistake. It may cost you your lives!"
"You ain't going to kill us, Frenchy," Luke said.
"That is a very foolish statement, young man," the dapper man said with a sigh.
"Will you shut your face, Luke?" Mark cried. He hesitated for a moment, turned once again to face the dapper little man. "Give us another break, Frenchy. Well get the bread. All we need is a bit more time!"
"That's an old, old song, Mark, my boy," Frenchy said. "I have heard it too many times!"
"Not from me, Frenchy," Mark said. "Please, man!"
"Don't beg, big brother," Luke snarled. "He ain't going to kill us. He ain't going to throw away ten gees!"
"I could kill one of you," Frenchy said. "And if it comes to that Luke-guess which brother I'll pick?"
"Wait a minute, Frenchy," Luke said. "I-I ... "
"Will you shut up," Mark cried. At a signal from Frenchy, Jughead snatched Luke by the front of his shirt and sent him sailing against the wall. The black man scampered to his feet, began to dig away in his pocket for his knife and then remembered that Jughead had thrown it out the window. "Call him off, Frenchy," he cried as the burly white man began to amble toward him.
"Jughead," Frenchy said. "Luke, I wish you'd take your brother's advice and keep your mouth shut You have the sort of voice that grates on me!"
"If only you could give us some more time, Frenchy," Mark said. "We'll get the money!"
"Gentlemen, I-I'm having some difficulty with this," the dapper man said. "Now, I know that you could get the money from your daddy. He has ten thousand. Indeed, I hear that he has ten times ten thousand-and then some!"
"He's a stubborn old man, Frenchy," Mark said. "He said that the last time he paid you off for us was-well, the last time. He won't even talk with us about it!"
"What about your stepmother then?"
"That lousy whore," Luke snarled. "She's just waiting around for the old man to kick off so she can fly back to Chitown with his bread in her hands!"
"Jughead," Frenchy said.
"No, wait-wait," Luke cried. "I forgot myself...."
His words became a wailing cry of pain as the,, burly white man knocked him across the room with a single swipe of his paw-like hands.
"He's just a punk kid, Frenchy," Mark said. "Don't hurt him, man. Please don't hurt him!"
Frenchy sighed and Jughead hobbled over to Luke and jerked him to his feet. "I'll be quiet, Frenchy " Luke cried as the white man knocked him to the floor again. Luke tried to scamper away but the lumbering white man easily backed him into a corner and then began to move in on him.
"Please, Frenchy," Mark said. "Call him off!"
"Alright, Jughead," the dapper man said. "Well give him one final chance. Now, Mark, about your stepmother, Surely you can convince her that you're in a real jam!"
"But ole Moses controls the money, Frenchy. Can't nobody but him get at it unless he's laid up sick or something. Then True has this paper lets her sign checks and that!"
"Perhaps I'd better talk with the old man myself!"
"Don't mess with ole Moses, Frenchy," Mark said. "He's old and sick and...."
"And you love him very much?" Frenchy said.
"Yes...."
"That's as it should be," Frenchy said. "I have a lot of respect for your daddy, Mark. Alright, one more extension on the note, gentlemen, but this is the final one. Now much more time will you require?"
"Ah-another month," Mark said.
"You have until noon on Sunday," Frenchy said.
"Three and a half days, Frenchy," Mark said miserably. "I don't think we can...."
"Mark, there are people in this county who are aware of the fact that you boys are into me for a healthy piece of change," Frenchy said. "If they were to see the pair of you walking around town all bright and handsome-well, they might get the idea that it's possible to welsh on the Frenchman and get away with it. You see my point?"
Mark nodded, sucked in a huge breath of air. "You're going to have the goon work us over!"
"Jughead," Frenchy said, "do try not to break anything-but I want them less bright and handsome for their neighbors tomorrow. You understand!" . The white man scratched his head. "That ain't so easy as you think, boss," he said. "Working a guy over and not breaking anything!"
"Do the best you can," Frenchy said. "And hurry, have a most attractive young lady awaiting my return. Gentlemen," he said to the brothers. "Until Sunday...."
True Fitzgerald looked at her stepsons with fir flashing in her bright, dark eyes. "Keep your voices down," she said. "You wake Moses and there'll be hell to pay!"
"You've got to help us, True," Luke said miserably.
"Where do you think I could get my hands on that much money?" she cried in a whisper. "Ten thousand dollars...."
"Ole Moses'd give it to you," Luke said. "All you'd have to do is rub up against him a bit and...."
"Will you shut your mouth, Luke," Mark cried, "True, the Frenchman is really going to waste us.
Isn't there some way you could draw the money out of the bank without his knowing about it"
"I don't see how, Mark!"
"If there were only some way you could get it for us we could pay it back-you know, so much per week!"
"How much is so much per week?"
"A hundred from each of us-two hundred altogether!"
"Hey, speak for yourself, Mark," Luke said. "I don't make but a hundred and sixty-five a week. I can shell out no hundred from that. Hell, man...."
Mark slapped his brother hard across the mouth.
"Listen, you motherfucker," the younger man roared. "Who do you think you are, slapping me?"
"Keep your voices down or get out," True said. "I told you, ole Moses is not feeling well-not well at all, and I ain't going to have the pair of you adding to his misery!"
"Well, just tell that clown to keep his nigger hands off me," Luke said. "He got no right fucking with me!"
"All I can tell you to do, boys, is go to Sheriff Zimel," True said. "Hell help you!"
"Are you serious, True?" Luke said. "The Frenchman got that pot-bellied pig in his hip pocket. Cmon, you know that a gambling operation the size Frenchy runs don't stay in business without protection from ' the pork!"
"That's straight, True," Mark said. "Rasco is a good dude but Frenchy owns him!"
"Maybe if you were to give Frenchy the two hundred every week," True said, "you'd have him paid off in less than a year that way and...." She let her words trail off as she saw the brothers shake their heads. "You tried already, huh?"
"It's strictly a short-term thing, True," Mark said.
"Yeah-goddam short," Luke said. "We don't come up with the bread m three and a half days and we're dead!"
"If I didn't think ole Moses'd take it so hard I'd let the Frenchman waste the pair of you," True said. "II don't mean that. But you sure make it tough on everybody with your screwball deals!"
"True, the man is going to kill us," Luke said.
"Oh, alright," the woman said. "Get out of my sight, the both of you. Ge on home to your wives and kids. I-HI think of something!"
CHAPTER FOUR
THURSDAY-about three in the morning
Sheriff Rasco Zimel awoke with pain exploding between his legs. He' moaned and curled his fingers around the shaft of his cock. It felt as hard as spring steel, alive with desire, trembling with the wildest sort of need.
He wiggled his way over to his fat wife who lay with her back to him, breathing heavily, and took her awesome hips into his hands. "Fidelity," he cooed in a harsh, rasping voice as he began to grind the face of his cock against the robe that covered her fat body, rubbing it wildly against the dimpled expanse of her enormous rump. "C'mon, lover-wake up for your Rasco. C'mon, Fidelity...."
The woman moaned, raised her head a bit "What time is it getting to be?" she said wearily, and yawned. "It's still dark out, Rasco!"
"Yeah, I know, Fidelity," the sheriff said. "It's not time for me to go to work yet!"
"Then what in the world are you doing waking me up?" the woman demanded. "And why are you rubbing against me like that? Stop it, Rasco. I-I'm in no mood for a lot of nonsense!"
Rasco slipped a hand down through the opening in the front of her robe, cupped his fingers over one of her enormous, sagging breasts. He began to tug at the nipple there, rolling it playfully between his thumb and forefinger.
Fidelity slapped his hand and then shoved it away from her boob. "What do you think you're doing?" she groaned. "At this time in the morning, Rasco? Please keep your hands to yourself and let me go back to sleep. There's a meeting of the church women tomorrow and I want to look my best!"
"Don't go back to sleep, baby," Rasco cooed. "Hey, give me your hand. Cmon, there's something I want you to feel for a minute. Give me one of your hands-just for a minute or so, sweetheart!"
"Go to sleep!"
"Just for a minute, Fidelity. Please...." The woman groaned, raised her hand up into the air. Rasco grabbed her by the wrist, set her fingers down against the head of his throbbing prick. "Feel that," he cooed happily. "Feel how hard it is, sweetheart!"
"It'll go away if you get up and urinate, Rasco," the woman said, and then pulled her hand away from his cock and stuffed it inside the heavy robe. "Try not to make top much noise as you go to the bathroom, dear. I really have to look my best for die women in the morning! Goodnight again, dear. Please let me sleep!"
"Hey, Fidelity-it's not a piss hard-on," Rasco cried. "Hey, turn over and face me. C'mon, Fidelity. Hey, I'm not in the mood for a lot of nonsense, woman. Turn over and face me, Fidelity!" He grabbed her by the shoulder and began to shake her. "Turn and face me!"
"Stop that," the woman snapped, and pulled her shoulder away from his hand. "And stop pawing me like that I hate to be pawed. I won't be treated like some streetwalker-not in my own house. Keep your hands to yourself!"
"TURN AROUND, FIDELITY!"
"I am going back to sleep, Rasco," the woman said. "I have a very important meeting in the morning and I need my beauty sleep. And that's my last words on the subject!"
"In a big rat's ass, it is!"
"Go to sleep, Rasco....
Rasco grabbed his wife by the shoulder, dug his fingers deeply into the fat there and forced her over onto her back. "Enough of this bullshit," he cried. "I can't put up with this any longer, Fidelity."
"You're hurting me, Rasco!"
"Sorry," the sheriff said as he released her shoulder. "But we've got to talk about this!"
"Talk-about what, Rasco! Are you insane?"
"This-this," the gray-haired man cried as he took his cock in his hand and shook it at his wife. "About what I'm going to do with this!"
"You're disgusting," Fidelity said, and wrinkled her nose. "Put that thing back in your pajamas this very minute if you expect me to talk with you!"
"I'm horny, Fidelity. I need, to make love with you!"
"At-what? Three-thirty in the morning, Rasco?" the fat woman said. "There's a time and a place for everything. Now, this may be the place-but it certainly isn't the time. Now, will you please act your age and go back to sleep?"
"It's been six weeks, Fidelity. Six long weeks!"
"So?"
"A man my age-he needs sex more often than that," Rasco cried. "My God, woman, I-I...." He began to grind his cock up against her belly, moaning frantically. "Sweetheart, I need you so desperately!"
"Disgusting-you're disgusting!"
"Why? Because I want to make love to my own wife? What's so disgusting about that?"
"You're impossible!"
"Fidelity, I-I...." The sheriff slipped a hand back down inside the opening in her robe. "I really have to have it this morning. I have to, I-I...." He began to tug at her nipple, really jerking it!
"You're an animal," his wife hissed as she pulled away from him. "I want you out of this room, you-you animal. I won't be treated like some whore. Now, get out of here before I say something well both be sorry fori"
"No-no," Rasco cried as he began to pull at the front of her robe. "I won't be put off again-not after waiting for six weeks. Six weeks, Fidelity...."
"You'll have to rape me, Rasco," the woman cried. "I've decided I've reached an age where I have to put all that-that sort of thing behind me!"
"You're forty-six," Rasco said. "And what's this about raping you. How does a man rape his own wife!"
"That's what it will be, Rasco-rape!"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing!"
I'm through submitting to your filthy needs, Rasco," the fat woman said. "It's as simple as that!"
Rasco slammed his fists down against the mattress. "Now, Fidelity," he cried. "I know that you've never been very interested in sex, but this...."
"This is the way it'll be from now on," Fidelity said. "The woman of the church group all agree that...."
"Oh, so that's what this is about," Rasco said. "That pack of sexless witches!"
"Those woman are the pillars of this community, Rasco," the woman cried. Sex is alright for the younger women, those who still want families, but
"Listen, Fidelity," Rasco cried. "My balls are screaming with pain. I've got to get laid. I-I'll rape you if I have to, but one way or another I'm going to get fucked!"
"I won't listen to such filth...."
"Get out of that robe, Fidelity, or ITI rip it from your back," Rasco cried. "You're going to get fucked, woman. Hear me, Fidelity-fucked, fucked!"
"Only a nigger or some cracker white trash would use that sort of language around his wife," the fat woman sputtered. "I hate the sight of you, Rasco Zimel. It makes me ill just to be next to you!"
"Fuck that noise, bitch," Rasco cried.
"Rasco, I'm your wife. How dare you use a word like that to me? How dare you? How dare you?"
"You haven't been a wife to me for more than ten years, you fat, sexless hulk," Rasco screamed. "And how dare you use words like 'nigger and 'cracker around me!"
"You are an animal...."
"Stop it, Fidelity. Stop this nonsense!"
"From now on you'll sleep in the spare room," Fidelity said. "I'll have all your things moved in there today while you're at work!"
"You're going to get fucked, Fidelity!"
Fidelity lashed out at him with her hands, slapping him across the face until he grabbed her by the wrists and held her hands against his chest.
"My sainted father didn't raise me to be a whore," the fat woman cried. "My father, may he rest in peace, didn't give me to you to-to...." She was unable to think of an acceptable word. "Oh, daddy-help me. Look down from heaven and help your little girl!"
"Oh, damn, Fidelity," Rasco cried in exasperation. "Your father isn't in heaven!"
"Don't you say a thing against him, Rasco.
"Your father was a drunk-and a deadbeat!"
"He was a man of God," Fidelity cried. "He was the most respected minister in this whole county!"
"And a chaser, too," Rasco said. "He was nothing more than a hymn-singing, pulpet-pounding, one hundred percent, tin-plated phony. Hell, he robbed his own church. He'd have ended up in the state pen if I hadn't been sheriff!"
"Lies, all lies," Fidelity cried.
"You want to know how he really died, Fidelity?" Rasco cried angrily. "Not walking home after his car broke down like I told you. I made that up to spare your feelings. Your old man died in Maude Philip's cat-house...."
"That's a filthy lie!"
"With a black girl sucking his cock," Rasco cried. "Now, if it was good enough for him at eighty-three it ought to be good enough for me at forty-seven!"
"Get out of this room, you animal!"
Rasco grabbed the front of her housecoat, ripped it apart in his hands. He slipped his fingers under the neck of the gown she wore under her robe and ripped it open clear to her navel. "Now," he cried. "Now, now...."
"Are you crazy, Rasco?"
He took one of her nipples in each hand and began to tug violently at it. Fidelity tried to shove his hands away but he simply continued to twist and jerk at those paps until she began to cry out in pain!
"You don't want my cock in your cunt-okay; let's see how you like it in your mouth!"
"You-you're frightening me, Rasco," the woman cried. "I think I'm really going to be sick!"
"Nothing will stop me, Fidelity. Nothing!"
"You can't be serious, Rasco," Fidelity cried. "You won't put that thing in my mouth!"
"You just watch me, you silly cunt," the sheriff cried as he crawled on top of his wife and straddled her body. He set his knees down into the fat of her enormous arms, pinning her to the bed. "You watch real close.
"Please, Rasco-no, no!"
Rasco grabbed his cock by the root, and began to slap its head against his wife's face. "Cmon, Fidelity-pen those lips so that I can feed you this thing!"
"You animal, you white-thrash animal...."
"I warned you about that word, bitch," Rasco cried as he released his grip on his cock, grabbed his wife by the top of the head and brought his free hand smashing down hard against the side of her face. Fidelity began to scream-and once she started she was unable to stop!
"Shut up," Rasco cried. "Shut up, shut up...."
He was about to slap her again when the door to the room burst open and sixteen-year-old Amanda came rushing into the room. "Mother, daddy-what's wrong?" she cried, and pulled up short. "I-oh, my God...." She hesitated for a long moment, her eyes big as saucers, and then she turned on her heels and raced out the room, Rasco cried out in rage, rolled over on his side. "Mandy, Mandy," he cried as he leaped from the bed, grabbed his robe and took off after his daughter. He found her at the bottom of the stairs, her face buried in her hands.
"Baby," Rasco said as he sat down next to her and set his hands tenderly on her shoulders. "I know that it must have looked-ah, strange, but it's not...." '
"Don't say anything, daddy," the girl said.
"But, baby...."
Amanda turned to face her father. She buried her face against his chest and put her arms around his waist. Rasco cuddled her close.
"I'm sorry you saw that, baby-girl," he said. "In fact, I'm sorry I did it. Your mother, she ..
"I know, daddy," the girl said. "It kills me sometimes the way she treats you!"
"Hey wait a minute now," Rasco said. "Your mother may be a bit old-fashioned, but she's also...."
"Selfish, Uncaring, and afraid of sex," Mandy said.
"Don't talk like that, baby," Rasco said. "It's not always easy to-ah, to-to ..
"She treats you like dirt, daddy," the taffy-haired blonde said. "And that really kills me."
"It's just her way, Mandy," Rasco said miserably. "She's not a mean person. Really! I mean, she's not actually aware of the way she does things!"
"That's not true, daddy," the girl said. "She knows, she knows exactly what she does! She's always telling me how I have to learn how to keep a man under my thumb. She says that all a man really wants out of a wife is sex-and that a woman has to take that need and turn it to her own advantage!"
"She's wrong, baby," Rasco said, and slowly shook his head from side to side. "Dead wrong. Sex-when it's right-is just about the most beautiful thing that can happen between two people. Really...."
"I know, daddy!"
"Ah-what is it you know?"
Amanda pulled away from her father, and smiled as she looked up into his eyes. "Is that a left-handed way of asking if I'm still a virgin?" she said.
"No-that is, I-I don't think so," Rasco said.
"Would you throw me out of the house if I wasn't a virgin, daddy?" the girl said.
"What kind of silliness is that?"
"Please, daddy-it's an important question," Amanda said. "I asked mother and she said-well, she said she'd send me to a home for wayward girls!"
"She didn't say that?"
"Yes-she really did," the girl said. "You wouldn't let her do that to me, would you, daddy?"
"Nothing like that is going to happen," Rasco said as he kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally her full, ripe lips-lingering there just a trifle too long for comfort. "Don't worry about anything like that!"
"If I told you I was a virgin would you believe me? Would you take my word for it?"
"Well, of course...."
"Mother made me go to see Dr. Llewellyn before she'd believe it," the girl said. "I had to sit there with my legs spread and let that smelly old man poke around inside my-my vagina!"
"I-I'm sorry, baby," Rasco said. "I had no idea that any of this was going on. I don't know what to say!"
"She said that I must be thinking about doing it or I wouldn't be talking about it," the girl said. "She said that I had a mind like a-like a..
"Don't, baby," Rasco said in a voice that trembled with rage. "Thinking about sex is the most natural thing in the whole world, Mandy. Your mother is a sick woman, full of hang-ups about sex, and I don't want what she's been telling you to mess with your mind!"
"Are you telling me to do it, daddy?" the girl said. "Are you saying it's okay to have sex with a boy if I want!"
"No-I'm not, but I'm not telling you not to, either," Rasco said with a sheepish grin. "It's not the sort of thing that can be answered yes or no!"
"That doesn't make sense, daddy!"
"Yeah, it does-in a way," Rasco said.
"Can you put that so that I can understand it?"
"I'll try, baby," Rasco said. "Sex, when it's right, is beautiful. And even when it's wrong-well it ain't bad. Look, Mandy, I'm old-fashioned enough to like the idea of you remaining a virgin until you're married. I'm not sure it was ever a good thing-healthy, I mean-but in this day and age the chances of it happening are about one in ten thousand. There just aren't many eighteen-year-old virgins anymore. And maybe that's not such a bad thing!"
"In the abstract," the girl said, and grinned.
"Yeah, well-you aren't making this any easier for me, sweetheart," the sheriff said. "Your mother was a virgin when I married her. Her folks had beat it into her head that sex was evil, the work of the devil. She-" he paused, sighing against a memory. "-She use to undress in the closet because she didn't want me to see her in the nude. It was four days before I actually-ah, deflowered her. She was physically ill for a month!"
"Poor daddy...."
"I honestly think that one of the reasons she let herself get so fat is because she thought I'd desire her less if she were," Rasco said. "She's really gone off the deep end lately. I was about to rape her when you walked in on us!"
"Daddy, maybe it's not mother's fault that she acts like she does, but this morning wasn't your fault, either. You have nothing to blame yourself for!"
"You can carry sex too far, baby!"
"You mean like a girl who just hands her body over to anyone who wants it," the girl said. "Like Alma Fletcher or Nancy Meeks or Mable Waterman!"
"I was talking about myself, baby," Rasco said. "And be a little careful about how you judge those women you mentioned. If I had my druthers, I'd rather your mother was like anyone of them rather than some frigid, sexless mound of fat!"
"Well, I don't think you have to worry about me being frigid, daddy," the girl said, and laughed. "Sometimes I get so bubbling down in my vagina that I have to-to ... oh, you know what I'm trying to say!"
"You masturbate, huh?"
The girl's eyes grew tight for a moment but then she smiled and began to relax. "I-I have to do something, daddy," she said. "I think I'd go crazy if I didn't!"
"I wonder if your mother ever masturbated?"
"Hey, we were talking about me-and my problems!"
"I don't know what else I can say, baby," the sheriff said with a shrug. "I just don't have the words to cut through all the flack and set it out in front of you all nice and neat and easy to understand!"
"Please try, daddy," the girl said. "It's really very important to me that you do!"
"Well, I guess the main thing I'm trying to get you to see is that sex is only partly physical-and that's a jim dandy part, too. But the rest of it, the bigger part, is emotional-and that's the really great stuff. The more that sex is a shared experience the more beautiful it is!"
"That's pretty clear," the girl said.
"One more thing before I climb off my soapbox. Sex takes a lot of practice to make it right-with the same person, I mean!"
"I had no idea you were so liberal, daddy!"
"Hey, don't let some of the voters around here hear you say that," Rasco said. "To most of the people of this county anyone to the left of Herbert Hoover is a communist!"
"Gee, its ten minutes after four already!"
"Yeah, I think I'll stay up and go into work a little early today," Rasco said. I've got a mountain of paper work I need to catch up on!"
"Can I fix breakfast for you?"
"Sure," Rasco said brightly. "Three eggs and lots and lots of ham. Toast and coffee, too!"
"It'll be on the table by the time you're done with your shave and shower," Amanda said, and kissed her father on the tip of his nose. "Thank you, daddy...."
The bathroom was on the second floor. Rasco paused for a moment at the door to his wife's bedroom and looked in on her. A wave of sadness rose up in his gut as he saw her lying there. He very nearly walked into the room with the idea of apologizing to her. "Fuck it," he cried aloud, and then continued on his way to the bathroom.
Rasco was finishing his second cup of breakfast coffee when the phone rang. Amanda picked it up, listened for a moment, and then quickly handed it to her father. 'It's some man," she said. "He sounds as if he's been crying!"
"Sheriff Zimel," Rasco said into the phone.
"I-I think I really done it this time, Rasco," a thin, quivering voice said. "Better get out here quick. I've been sitting here for hours and hours ... and I feel like running. Hurry, will you?" ' .
'I'm on my way, Billy," Rasco said. "And listen-don't touch anything until I get there!"
"I hit her, Rasco. It was hours ago. She's dead. I done it good this time!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Mary Beth Franldin, Sheriff Zimel's secretary, was in the process of clearing her workload from her desk so that she could go to lunch at eleven-thirty. She was about to buzz the sheriff, to tell him that she was leaving when she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the red-tile floor of the main corridor of the county court house. She held her breath as a ripple of raw apprehension spread through her slender body.
"Oh, no-not today," she moaned.
Even before the outer door to the office opened she knew that it was Hanna Samualson-Hard Hanna! It had to be. There was something about the click-click sound of the metal cleats on that woman's cowboy boats as they pounded against the tile that was most distinctive. No other woman in the county carried herself with so much authority.
The frail blonde's big, blue eyes grew bright and round as the outer door banged open, and a tall, raw-boned amazon in western-style jeans and a flannel shirt open to her navel stormed into the room.
"Hey Miz Samualson," the secretary said, and tried hard to smile as she grabbed for the phone on her desk. "I-I'll tell Sheriff Zimel that you're here, ma'am!"
"Never mind announcing me, little girl," Hanna said with a toss of her long, fiery red hair. She hardly slowed down as she moved passed the secretary, pushed open the door to the sheriff's private office and walked inside. "Rasco...."
The sheriff leaped to his feet. "Why, Hanna," he said, and ran the back of his hands over his thin, bloodless lips, wiping away the remnants of the chicken salad sandwich he had been eating. "This is a nice surprise. What brings you into town on a Thursday!"
Hanna glared at Mary Beth who stood in the doorway. The frail blonde looked as if she had just lost her best friend. "What the hell are you looking at, little girl?" the amazon demanded. "Go file something...."
Mary Beth swallowed hard. "Well, I-that is, the sheriff-ah...." She hung her head, unable to think of anything to say.
"It's alright, Mary Beth," Rasco said. "Listen, I think you'd better hold off going to lunch for a while. I may need you later!"
"But, Sheriff, I...."
Hanna kicked the door closed, cutting off the frightened girl's words. "Pest," she moaned as she flopped down into the chair at the side of the desk. "I hope you're fucking that little bitch, Blue. She ain't good for much else!"
"She's a good secretary, Hanna...."
"Sure, sure," the amazon said, and set her feet up on top of his desk. There was a gaunt sort of sharpness about the woman's features, accented by the fact that she had her long hair tied back from her face in a ponytail, highlighting her high cheek bones and snapping green eyes. She lighted a cigarette, tossed the spent match over her shoulder to the carpeted floor. "I still hope you're fucking her!"
The sheriff moaned, sighed in frustration.
He was a short, pot-bellied man in his late forties with thinning gray hair and steel-blue eyes. He carried himself in a proud, military manner, shoulders back and barrel chest out. Still, there was an obvious sense of weariness about him-a feeling that here was an old horse who had been at the wars too long. It was his hard, intense eyes that had earned him the nickname of "Blue." He had served four terms as Sheriff-sixteen years, and he hoped to serve sixteen more.
"Can I get you something, Hanna?" he said in a tight, controlled voice that revealed none of the animosity he felt at the moment. "A Coke? Ice tea?"
"Knock it off, Blue," the amazon said coldly. "There's no need to play games. You know why I'm here ... and no amount of beating around the bush will change that!"
"Now, Hanna, I.. "Don't you dare 'now, Hanna' me, Rasco Zimel," the redhead said angrily and ground the stub of her cigarette out on the top of his desk. "This isn't easy for me, either, you know? I mean, I have my pride. Now, let's forget all the nonsense and get right down to the business at hand!"
The sheriff picked up the phone on his desk and buzzed his secretary. "Mary Beth," he said with a sigh, "would you please have one of the deputies assemble all the prisoners in the viewing room? Ah-Miz Samualson had a break-in at her motel the other night and she thinks she can recognize the man. We may be holding him on another charge!"
"The men are just sitting down to lunch, Sheriff!"
"Oh, yeah. Wait a minute," Rasco said, and held the receiver down against his chest. "The prisoners are eating at the moment, Hanna. I don't suppose that you could wait until they...." The look on her face stopped him cold. "Sorry," he said as he returned the receiver to his ear. "Better get them assembled now!"
"Yes, sir...."
Rasco returned the receiver to the cradle, looked long and hard at Hanna. "Whether you believe it or not, we could both end up behind bars because of this," he said.
"If you don't look after your friends, Rasco," Hanna said as she lighted a fresh cigarette, "they won't look after you!"
Rasco touched his fingers to the gold badge pinned to his chest. "I get the picture," he said bitterly. He picked up the remnants of his chicken salad sandwich, looked at it for a moment and then dropped it back onto the paper plate on his desk. He had lost his appetite. He could feel the muscles in his back and shoulders beginning to knot, reflecting his mounting sense of apprehension. "Relax, Rasco...."
"You're a bit early this time, Hanna-aren't you?" the sheriff said. "It seems to me like-oh, less than two weeks since you were last here!"
"Lilith will be home from college for her summer vacation in a few days," Hanna said. "I thought Yd better sneak something in before she got here. Besides, I've been randy as a hoot owl for days!"
"How's Lilith doing?" Rasco said. "Getting to be a grown-up woman?"
"Yeah-physically,-anyway," Hanna said with a sigh. "I expect you to keep an eye out for her over the summer. I don't want some local buck figuring she's ripe for plucking."
"I'll do my best, Hanna, but you know...."
"Your best is all that anyone can ask," Hanna said coldly. "By the way, did I tell you that Chip Neilson was out to the motel to see me the other day!"
"Oh, and what did he want?" Rasco said. "As if I didn't already know!"
"He's been out of work since you fired him," the redhead said. "He's thinking about running against you this fall. He-well, he seemed to feel that my support might be of some help to him!"
"You know why I had to fire him as my Chief Deputy, don't you, Hanna?" Rasco said. "That man...."
The amazon cut off his words with a wave of her hand. "He wasn't happy with what I told him, Blue," she said. "I told him flat out that you had my total support!"
"I appreciate that, Hanna," Rasco said. "I know if it wasn't for you and True Fitzgerald I-well, I wouldn't be the sheriff of this county!"
"True's still helping you with the black vote?"
"You know she is!"
"Well, I guess we can expect to see you in that pretty brown uniform and that shiny gold badge for some time to come, Blue," the redhead said.
The sheriff was about to reply to Hanna when the buzzer on his phone sounded. "Yeah," he snarled into the receiver. "What do you want?"
"There's no need to bite my head off, Sheriff Zimel," Mary Beth said, the pout on her lips carrying on over to her voice. "The men are assembled in the viewing room!"
"I'm sorry I was so gruff, Mary Beth, but..
"HANG UP THE PHONE," Hanna screamed. "I'm in a hurry. You can make up with-with Miss Franklin. I've got a motel to run!"
"Listen, Mary Beth, I...."
The sheriff jerked the phone away from his ear as his secretary banged the receiver down into the cradle on her end of the line. "She's a sweet kid, Hanna," he said. "Let's see what you've got for me!"
"Yeah-right," Rasco said as he walked over to the wall facing his desk, slipped a key into the lock there, and then slid back a four-foot section of paneling, revealing a piece of one-way glass that looked into the holding tank that was used as a viewing room. "That's the lot," he said, and then stepped out of the way as Hanna walked up to the glass and peered inside.
Nine men-most of them under twenty-shuffled about on the floor of the tank. They were all dressed in faded,, khaki overalls with a huge black "P" stenciled across the back and on the right knee. Periodically one or another of them would step up to the window (which, of course, was a mirror on their side) and look at himself.
"I see you've got-Billy Meeks with you again," she said. "I heard that he caught my sister in bed again!"
Rasco shrugged. "You been out to see Nancy yet?"
"No time," Hanna said. "I-I'll stop at the hospital after I leave here!"
"Good, good...."
"Billy looks like hell!"
"Well, I-I guess he's feeling guilty!"
"Poor guy," the redhead said with a sigh. "Hey, Blue, who is the blond boy?"
"Which blond boy, Hanna?" the sheriff said. "There's a couple of towheads in there!"
"The stranger-see?" Hanna said as she pointed toward a tall, slender youth with shoulder-length hair and sparkling blue eyes. "The pretty one!"
"Name's Bobby Reese," the sheriff said. "Up from Louisiana somewhere. You don't want him, Hanna.
Hell, he ain't much more than a baby. He just turned seventeen!"
"Yeah, but he sure is pretty," Hanna said, and ran the tip of her tongue hungrily across the rim of her lips. "What'd he do to get himself in here?"
"Traffic violation," the sheriff said with a sigh. "State boys brought him in. Caught him doing better than eighty out on the interstate. I guess they had to chase him for more than fifty miles!"
"What did he get?"
"Well, we had to impound his car. He-ah, he couldn't pay the fine. Judge Williams gave him thirty days. I called his sister down in Louisiana. She's the only family the boy has. I guess the boy's given her a lot of trouble in the past few months and she...."
"How long's he been in!"
"About eleven days, I guess," Rasco said. "I could check the record for you. I know he wasn't here the last time you-ah, paid me one of your special visits!"
The redhead felt her nipples grow hard and begin to pulse as she gazed at the boy. "What does he look like under all the jail-house rags?" she said. "Nice, I'll bet!"
"How the hell would I know, Hanna?" Rasco demanded. "Do you think I go around checking prisoner's dongs, for pity sake? I mean, really, Hanna!" The muscles in his shoulders began to sputter and snap. "What can I tell you? See for yourself, a skinny, good-looking kid. I guess you'd call him quiet The only time he's so much as raised his voice above a whisper in here is when one of the older inmates tried to-ah, that is, there was some talk that...."
"It's called homosexual rape, Blue," Hanna said quietly. "Did the boy lose his cherry?"
"Well, I-I...."
"It really doesn't matter," the redhead said. "He's what I want, ni take him!"
"Hold on-just a darn minute, Hanna," the sheriff said. "I can't just up and release a man without a court order! You know that!"
"How much was his fine?"
"One hundred dollars-plus court costs!"
"And what did you get for the car?"
"Fifty bucks-and lucky at that," Rasco said. "It was an old beater, real junk!"
"Alright-that's half of it," Hanna said. "How' much off for the time he's already served?"
"The court usually figures it at three dollars a day!"
"So eleven days at three dollars a day...."
"Make it twelve," the pot-bellied man said with a sigh. "That'll include today!"
"So, that's thirty-six more. A total of eighty-six off the fine, right? He still owes fourteen!"
"Don't forget the court costs, Hanna," the sheriff said. "That's twelve-fifty more!"
"I'll leave a check with Miss Pure Pussy out front on my way out, Rasco. You make sure you have him out to my place by-say, six-thirty. I'll bet he could use a good meal after twelve days of county cooking!"
"Wait, Hanna...."
"I'll have the boy on a bus heading for Louisiana before noon tomorrow, Blue!"
"You sure about that, Hanna?" the sheriff said "Really sure, I mean? It seems to be like you kept that last boy for nearly a week!"
"It was only five days, Blue," Hanna said, and lifted her chin slightly, smiling vaguely against the memory. "Five beautiful days-and nights. Just couldn't wear that boy out, and-believe me, Blue-I really tried!"
"Yeah, HI bet!"
The pain in his back and shoulders had spread to his arms and legs, and he wanted to scream-or better still, pick the amazon up his arms and throw her bodily from his office.
"You know, Hanna," he said with a groan, "you'd save the both of us an awful lot of trouble if you'd just get yourself married again. There must be...."
"Hey, fuck that noise," the redhead said. "No man is ever going to run my life for me! Besides, marriage isn't for me. I tried it-once. Like mama and Nancy, I need a bit of variety in my sexual life!"
"You promise, Hanna?" Rasco said. "You'll have the boy on a bus by noon tomorrow?"
"Scout's honor," Hanna said, and drew an "X" over her left breast with the tip of a finger. She strolled over to the door, stood there for a moment with her hand on the handle. "Just you make sure he's out there by six-thirty. And, Blue-could you see to it that he gets a bath before he gets there? Get him-you know, all slicked up and smelling sweet?"
"Yeah-sure!"
"You're a love, love....
CHAPTER SIX
Rasco closed the panel over the one-way glass and locked it.
His back was really giving him fits now. He hobbled over to the window, stood there waiting until he saw Hanna get into her station wagon and drive off in a squeal of tires.
"Oh, God," he moaned. "Why? Why?"
He hobbled back to his desk and dropped down into his swivel chair there. He cupped his hands over the top of his head, held it tightly, as if it expected it to explode. Finally he lifted the receiver on his phone, buzzed his secretary.
"Mary Beth...."
"Yes, sir," the frail blonde said, an edge of raw anger still in her voice. "Please, sweetheart-I didn't mean to shout at you before," Rasco said. "You know what Miz Samualson is like! The way I get when she's around!"
"That's still no reason to take your anger out on me!"
"I know that, Mary Beth," the sheriff cooed. "Listen, will you have the deputy return the prisoners to their cells? And then would you come in here for a minute, please?"
"Shall I bring my steno pad, Rasco?"
"Ah-no, Mary Beth. Just yourself!"
He crushed the paper plate over his half-eaten sandwich and tossed it into the waste basket. The frail blonde appeared in the doorway to his office. She stood there with her hands on her hips, a look on her face that said that she was still a bit angry but ready to forgive. She gazed at the sheriff, at the awesome sense of tension that filled his face, and slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Oh, Rasco," she cooed, all of her anger suddenly melted. "I swear, I can always tell when either Miz Samualson or True Fitzgerald has been here to see you. You always look so tight after they leave. I know that between them they control most of the votes in the county, but-well 'are you certain their support is worth all the pain they cause you?"
"It is as long as I want to remain the sheriff!"
"It's not right," the frail blonde cooed. "It's not right at all. A great man like you shouldn't have to put up with a lot of nonsense from-from the likes of that pair!"
"Mary Beth," the sheriff cried in a rasping moan. "I was hoping that perhaps you would-ah, that is, I...."
"You want me to give you a rubdown, Blue?" the little blonde said with a sudden touch of huskiness in her voice. "Is that why you called me in here, you naughty boy?"
"Well, I-I ... oh, Mary Beth," the sheriff moaned and then slumped forward on his desk, resting his head against his hands. "I feel like a spring that's about to fly apart It's really bad this time, sweetheart. Terrible...."
'Is it Blue?" the blonde cooed. "Poor baby!"
"It hasn't been this bad in a long, long time!"
"Poor, poor sheriff-baby...."
"You know that the only thing that really helps me when I get like this is to have you rub my back for me, Mary Beth," Rasco moaned. "Do it for me, baby. Please!"
Mary Beth closed the door and locked it. "It's too bad the good people of this town made you close down the massage parlor we had," she said, and then covered her mouth with both hands as she began to giggle. "Maybe not," she added after a short pause. "I mean, this way I get to do it for you, and...." She giggled again, her eyes hot with amusement. "This way I get to make amends for all those typing mistakes I make in your letters!"
"You're a lifesaver, Mary Beth!"
She kicked off her shoes, walked over to the window and pulled the curtains there closed. "I suppose," she cooed as she crept up behind the gray-haired man and set her hands down gently against his shoulders, "you want me like those girls in the massage parlors-topless I"
"Well, I-I...."
"Fes up, Sheriff," Mary Beth cooed.
Rasco looked like a small boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "If-if you don't mind too much, sweetheart," he moaned. "It seems to do so much for me to have you like-like that!"
"Oh, I don't mind-not really, Blue," the frail blonde cooed as she slipped her sweater up over her head and tossed it casually to the floor. "In fact, I really sort of enjoy it. I like the way you look at my breasts. It makes me feel all sort of shivery inside!"
"Oh-good," Rasco cried happily, "But it stops at looking, Blue," Mary Beth said. "I want you to promise that I'll be the only one who does any rubbing! Okay?"
"Anything," the sheriff cried. "Anything at all!"
"Alright, but you keep your eyes closed until I tell you I'm ready," the blonde cooed as she unhooked her bra and eased it from around her shoulders. She held it out at arm's length, dangling it from the tips of her fingers for a moment and then dropped it down on top of her sweater.
Her breasts were quite small, but firm and hard, capped by a set of huge, pale-pink nipples that seemed to tilt ever so slightly upward. They were hard and erect, quivering with a raw sense of pride. She paused for a moment, and then set her fingertips down against the sheriff's shoulders once again and immediately began to knead the knotted muscles there, humming away happily to herself.
"Oh, Mary Beth-sweetheart," Rasco moaned. "That is so nice, baby. So very, very-nice!"
"Don't turn around," the frail blonde cooed. "Not just yet, anyway, Blue!"
The sheriff whimpered happily as the touch of her fingers seemed to draw the rippling tension from his flesh. "Oh, Mary Beth," he cried. "I don't know what I'd do without you, baby! You're one in a million!"
"Oh, that's silly, Blue-and you know it!"
"It is not silly," Rasco blustered.
"Too silly for words," the frail blonde cooed as she guided the peak of one of her nipples over to the side of his head and began to rub it playfully against the rim of the ear there. She giggled with delight as the back of his head turned a crimson red, the skin there turning to gooseflesh. "You know only too well that there must be at least fifty girls in this county who would give their eye teeth-yeah, and a whole lot more-to get a crack at my job!"
"I-I suppose that's true," the sheriff moaned as she straightened up and then turned slowly in his swivel chair until he was facing her. "But there ain't a one of them that can-ah, can ... oh, Mary Beth, those breasts!"
"You like them, huh?"
The sheriff ran the tip of his tongue slowly over the rim of his suddenly dry lips and then nestled his face down against the tiny swell of her proud, ripe mammaries. Mary Beth cupped her hands around the back of his head, pulled his face tightly against her breasts. "Mary Beth, Mary Beth," the sheriff mumbled. "Oh, Daddy-Daddy...."
The little blonde began to writhe against him, rolling her slender hips in a wide oval as hot spasms of expectation raced up and down her spine, spreading out to every patch and twitch of her body. She kissed the top of his head as he slipped his hands down under the back of her skirt, down under her skimpy briefs, and began to knead the ripe flesh of her round, perky bottom. Suddenly she pulled away, looked down at the confused man with fire exploding in her eyes.
"You promised not to do that, Rasco!"
"I know, I know I did, Mary Beth, and-well, I'm really sorry about breaking that promise," the sheriff cried in frustration. "It's just that I-I can't seem to...." His words trailed off into a wailing sort of hiss as she leaned forward and he kissed each of her delicious nipples, 'first the right and then the left. He pulled back for a moment, watching as those pale paps sprang to life. He could see them quivering as they grew hard as steel. Their color seemed to deepen, moving from a pale pink to a ripe, vibrant salmon, and they actually seemed to be begging him for more attention-wordlessly asking for another little kiss or perhaps a swirling lick of his wet tongue. "I just can't seem to help myself, Mary Beth. Really, I-I...."
"You'll just have to try harder, daddy!"
"I-I know," Rasco said, and swallowed hard. He hated it when she called him daddy. "I know, sweetheart!"
"Well," Mary Beth cooed impishly. "I guess you could kiss them again, but that's it! One little peck on each of my nipples and that's all! Alright?"
"Yes, yes-anything," the sheriff cried as he took her by the hips and pulled her body down against him again. He hesitated for a moment, enjoying the delicious sense of apprehension that cascaded through his blood stream at the moment, and then kissed the left nipple-a wild, sort of thing that had him drawing the pap deeply into his mouth and locking his lips around the base while he flicked away wetly, wildly at the peak with the tip of his tongue.
Once against the frail blonde began to roll her hips in undulation, moaning softly deep within her throat, her body seeming to melt against the touch of his sucking lips and wild tongue. "Oh, daddydaddy...."
Rasco let her nipple slip from between his lips and then licked and sucked his way teasingly over to the other breast, and the little blonde secretary squealed with an awesome sense of triumph as he finally drew the other nipple up into his hot, hungry mouth and began to suck away at it.
"Oh, Blue-daddy," she cried. "That feels so good So-so right and everything, daddy!"
The sheriff was vaguely aware that at times he was a sort of father-substitute for Mary Beth, but he had difficulty dealing with her calling him daddy. After all he had a daughter not much younger than his secretary and there were times when he found himself thinking about her, about Amanda, in a way no man should think about his own flesh and blood. He was afraid to mention his feelings to Mary Beth, afraid that she would take offence and no longer rub away his misery from time to time.
"That's so good, daddy," the blonde cooed.
She could feel her load of syrupy love-juice begin to bubble away wildly in the fiery cauldron of witch's brew that was her snatch. The thick, murky fluid seemed to be oozing from the quivering lips of her vulva, collecting down in the crotch of her lacy, black briefs. "Oh, Blue-darling," she moaned. "I-I'm afraid of what's happening to me. I feel so-so hot and quivery!"
"Maybe I ought to-ah ..
"Daddy, daddy...."
The gray-haired man tried to slip a hand down under the front of her skirt but the blonde grabbed his wrist and shoved his wiggling fingers away, sputtering angrily. Her nipple had popped from his mouth in the process and it seemed to be crying out in anguish at Rasco. He looked up hungrily into her huge, bright eyes, and sighed hopelessly. "I-I don't know what to say, Mary Beth. I want you so badly...."
"You gave me your word, daddy," the blonde cried miserably. "Your sacred word!"
"But can't you see what you're doing to me, sweetheart?" the gray-haired man pleaded. "I'm going out of my mind with my need for you!"
"You'll just have to be strong, daddy!"
"I need you, Mary Beth," the sheriff said. "I-I want you so desperately. If only once you'd let me do something more than kiss your boobs. If only once I could touch you down between your thighs. If only I
"You mustn't talk like that, daddy!"
"But, Mary Beth, I...."
The frail blonde's eyes seemed to be exploding with anger and fear. "You can't do those things, daddy," she cried as she covered her ears with her hands. "I won't listen. I won't, I won't. You'll leave me again, just like before ... and the thought of that is more than I can bear!"
"What are you talking about?" Rasco demanded. "I've never left you, Mary Beth. I-I wouldn't do that!"
"But you did-you did!"
"Mary Beth, please tell me...."
The girl dropped to her knees as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically as she tried to suck air into her lungs. "Mama will find out-just like before, daddy," she cried. "Lisa will tell her that she saw us together in bed, and then mama will make you go away from me again. And I'll die-I'll really die!"
"Oh, Mary Beth," Rasco cooed.
So, that was it, the sheriff said to himself in silence. So that's the reason old Tom Franklin just picked up and left his family one day. He and Mary Beth were into an incestuous affair and old Sheryl caught them.
"It's alright, Mary Beth," Rasco cooed. "I-I'll never leave you again. Really, baby, I-I promise!" He reached out to touch her, to stroke her long golden hair, but she quickly jerked away from him.
"You mustn't touch me. No-please!"
"Alright, alright-I won't," Rasco said as he slipped his hands down under his bottom. "Look, Mary Beth-look! I-I'll sit on them, if that will make you happy. I can't possibly touch you if I'm sitting on my hands!"
"Oh, Blue," the little blonde cooed, and wiped her tears from her eyes with the back of her hands. "It's not that I don't want you to touch me down there. I hope you know that It's just that I don't want it to end!"
"I understand, sweetheart," Rasco said. "I think I really understand. And I'm truly sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"Oh, of course, silly," the blonde cooed, smiling brightly. "I'll even finish rubbing your back just to prove to you that you're forgiven." She got back up onto her feet, gazed down lovingly into the sheriff's hard, steel-blue eyes. "Just remember your promise!"
I'll keep my hands right where they're at!"
"It's not the easiest thing in the world to rub the back of a man who is facing you," Mary Beth said.
"The thing is, Mary Beth, my tension-oft, it seems to have shifted location," Rasco said. "It-well, it's around in front now!" He looked down at his crotch, at the way his cock was twisting and bobbing, thrashing about under the cloth that held it prisoner.
"Oh, yes-I think I can see where it went," the blonde cooed as she gazed down defiantly at the frantic bulge in the front of his pants. "It's right there, isn't it, Blue. Gee, that must be terribly painful!"
"Yes, it is," the sheriff moaned as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. "It really is..
Their words were a form of foreplay-a little game they had developed in the year or so that Mary Beth and the sheriff had been moving toward an affair. It was always the last thing they did before she took his love meat into her hands and beat him off to climax.
"I'll bet you could actually feel the pain searing through me, Mary Beth-darling, if you were to send your fingers down against that bulge for a moment!"
"Is it alright, daddy?" the blonde cooed as a look of rapturous expectation filled her face. "May I touch it with my fingers? May I, daddy?"
"Yes, baby...."
"Alright," the secretary giggled and then poked hesitantly at the peak of that thundering bulge with the tip of an index finger. "I-yes, I think you're right, Blue! Yes-yes, I really think you are!" Her eyes grew big and moist as she tenderly curled her fingers around the shank of his wildly throbbing cock and began to squeeze it playfully.
"Oh, Mary Beth," Rasco cried in joy.
"Oh, that poor thing," Mary Beth cooed. "That poor, poor thing. I wonder if maybe there's something I could do to make it feel better!"
"Oh, yeah," Rasco moaned. "There is!"
"Don't tell me," the little blonde teased. "Let me see if I can guess what it is!"
"Okay," Rasco said miserably, "but you'd better hurry. I feel like a time bomb that's about to explode, ticking closer and closer and...." A shudder of expectation rippled through his body as he began to roll his hips in undulation. He closed his eyes as he lifted his face toward the ceiling, his skin tight in reflection of his agony. He bit down hard against his bottom hp, moaning miserably.
"The pain's getting worse, isn't it, Blue?"
"Oh-oh, God, Mary Beth, I-I...." His words faded like the echo of a scream. They were replaced by a thin, wailing sort of moan that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each passing second. "The pain, oh, God, Mary Beth, the pain is more than I can bear."
"Oh, Blue-sweet Blue!"
"Help me, sweetheart. Help your-your daddy!"
"Do you remember, daddy, when I was a little girl-when you had a boo-boo I use to rub it for you until it stopped hurting?" Mary Beth said. "But sometimes, when the boo-boo was real bad, I'd kiss it to' make it all better!" (
"Oh, Mary Beth-my own little girl!"
"Is it that bad, daddy?" the girl cooed. "Is it so bad I need to kiss it to make it better?"
"Yes, yes-I want you to kiss it," Rasco cried. "Oh, I-I really want that, baby!"
"Then, of course, I will, daddy," the blonde cooed brightly. "Yes, yes-I will!"
She settled down on her knees again, reached up onto the fly of his pants and caught the catch on the zipper there between her fingers and began to tug at it, moving it downward in a series of slow, teasing movements. The head of his tool peeked out from the opening in the front of his jockey shorts, swaying frantically from side to side, looking for all the world like an angry, pink cobra that was about to strike.
"Oh, daddy-ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Mary Beth cooed sweetly. "It's so red and hard and-and beautiful!"
"Kiss it, sweetheart," Rasco snorted, wiggling about on his hands. "Please I-oh, Mary Beth, you have no idea how very, very painful this is!"
"But I do, daddy. I really do! That's why I'm going to kiss it and kiss it for you!"
The frail blonde hesitated for a long moment, working up her courage. It was fun to pretend that Rasco was her father, and she had used her hands on his dork many, many times-but this would be the first time she would actually take his prick into her mouth. She had only done that for her real father before. An image of her father's smiling face filled her brain as she slowly lowered her full, moist lips down against the hot face of his frantic cock.
Something was wrong-different!
She suddenly realized that, unlike her father, Rasco was circumcised and there was no need to roll back the prepuce that covered the head before she began to suck at it. Rasco's cock was so thick and long, meaty, just like her real father's. If only he hadn't been circumcised.
"Mary Beth, baby, I-please, sweetheart!"
"Yes, daddy-I understand," the girl cooed as she parted her lips a tiny bit and then placed a long, surging sort of kiss on the angry face of the sputtering rod of agony that was his throbbing manhood.
"Sweet mother of mercy," Rasco hissed, and then cried out in joyful triumph. "Your lips, Mary Beth, your tongue-oh, they're like wet, slithering velvet!"
"Yes, daddy," the secretary cooed as she pulled her head back a bit and began to blow jets of cooling air against the moist flesh of his tortured tool "I swear, daddy, that beautiful thing is smiling at me!"
Kiss it again, baby. Kiss it again-and again!"
The blonde took the sheriff's wrists in her hands, pulled his fingers out from under his rump and then set them down at the back of her head. "You'll have to help me a teeny-tiny bit, daddykins," she cooed breathlessly. "It's been so long and I guess I'm a little frightened. Everything will be a lot easier if you help me!"
"Anything, baby," the sheriff moaned, "but hurry-please hurry. I'm afraid that if you don't do something soon I'm going to spatter jism all over that pretty face!"
"I think I'd like that, daddy," the blonde cooed.
"But I want you to kiss it, Mary Beth," Rasco cried. "I want you to take it into your mouth and suck it and suck it until I-I ... oh, sweetheart! Please please, please!"
"Oh, alright, daddy...."
Mary Beth jerked his tool free of his pants, parted her lips and then lowered her mouth down over the head of his hard, throbbing manhood. She curled her lips tightly around the rim of the glans there and then sent her tongue swirling madly across the face, digging away at the tiny hole there.
"Oh-oh, God, Mary Beth," the sheriff cried as his hips seemed to explode. He closed his fingers tightly around the back of her head and began to thrust upward with his pelvis, driving a bit more of his frantic love meat through her quivering lips and into her mouth. "Don't fight me, sweetheart. Oh, please-take a bit more into your mouth!"
His arms and hands began to tremble as he pulled against her head and rolled about wildly in his swivel chair. He got about another inch through her lips and then there was a wet, "wooshing" sound as she suddenly stopped fighting him, and the shaft of his pecker went sailing forward. It didn't stop until the head was buried deep within her throat.
The soft, wet tissue of her mouth and throat seemed to spring to life, clutching wildly at his love meat, quivering with a reckless and joyous sense of wonder. Rasco began to cry out a wild, raspy wail "That's it, Mary Beth," he groaned. "Oh, God, that's really it!"
The little blonde began to bob her head up and down, up and down, raising her head to a point where the face of the sheriffs .thick, heavy cock very nearly slipped from between her lips, and then quickly driving back down again along the meaty shaft until her moist, hungry lips were once again wrapped securely around the root.
Rasco squealed with joy, thrashing about in his swivel chair like a fish out of water, huffing and blowing-snorting like a hog in heat. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, began to roll down his forehead, covering his face. "Mary Beth-sweet lover," he cried again and again. "Baby, baby...."
The secretary slipped a hand down under her skirt, up under her lacy briefs. She hesitated for a long moment, as if unsure of herself, and then quickly dipped a finger down inside the wildly sputtering mass of bubbling goo that was her cunt. She began to toy with the peak of her hard, screaming clit as the sheriffs whole body began to tremble violently, the flesh rumbling like the warning ground tremors of a volcano that was about to erupt. Her head was little more than a blur of whirling pink and swirling gold now as she moved it against the hard rod of his prick.
"I'm there, sweetheart," the man said. "I-oh, God, I'm going to come in your pretty mouth!"
The frail blonde let out a little groan of disappointment as she began to frig herself wildly, hoping that they might go off together. She whipped the tip of her fingers against the raw and explosive agony that was her girl prick, and soon her toes began to wiggle and snap as she felt her own orgasm begin to take form somewhere down in the deepest reaches of her cunt. The muscles in her thighs and bottom began to sputter and snap as she felt herself moving closer and even closer to that glorious moment of sweet relief.
"Mary Beth-sweetheart," the sheriff cried. I'm coming-I'm coming!"
The first, exploratory little spurt of his scolding love juice left the face of his cock-and it was like somehow that squeezed the trigger of her own orgasm. Each exploding spasm of the sheriff s meaty roll sent her deeper and deeper into joyous ecstasy, turning every patch of skin on her body to shivering gooseflesh.
She continued to suck at Rasco's cock long after the last little spurt of his jism flooded its way into her mouth, but it all tasted so good-so delicious that she was rather reluctant to give it up. Finally the gray-haired man pushed her head away. The blonde's ripe lips made a sharp little popping noise of protest as his cock slipped from her sucking mouth. She looked up into the sheriffs eyes, shrugged mightily in pouting disappointment.
The sheriff dug about in his pocket, came out with a huge, red bandana and handed it to the frail blonde. She spat his load of stringy juice into it and then stared down at the silvery glob, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, that was fine-so fine," Rasco sputtered as he sucked huge mouthfuls of air into his lungs. "You feel better then?"
"I-I feel great, lover," the gray-haired man said with a wide, radiant smile. "I feel fit enough to take on the whole damned world!"
Mary Beth stood up, picked a thread of pubic hair from her teeth and dropped it to the carpet with a little shrug. She looked down into the sheriff's face, at all the joy and happiness there, and she very nearly began to cry. It was exactly the way her father used to look after she had-had kissed his boo-boo and made it all better.
Rasco put his hands on her hips, leaned forward and once again kissed each of her breasts. The nipples there were still as hard as steel, still frantically alive, pulsing, silently bemoaning the wildest sort of need.
"Are you sure I can't return the favor, Mary Beth?"
"You mean-lick me down there?" the blonde said as she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the gooey lips of her vulva through the material of her skirt and briefs. She seemed on the verge of nodding her head in agreement when suddenly all the color drained from her face, leaving her pale as a ghost.
"You'll ruin everything, Blue," she said.
"But you gave me so much pleasure, baby," Rasco cried. "I just thought that it would only be right if I were to do the same for you!"
"But you promised-you promised," the blonde cried as she pulled away from the sheriff. She picked up her bra and fastened it around her trim waist before pulling the cups up over her breasts. "I can't believe a word you say. You're always breaking your promise!"
"I didn't mean to, baby!"
"I know, but-well, that doesn't make it any the easier for me," Marv Beth said. "You think I wouldn't like to have you lick my pussy for me? Don't you think I'd love to feel the tip of your tongue fluttering against the peak of my clit?"
"Well, I-I...."
She cut off his words with a wave of her hand. "That's why it's so important that you not say those things," she said as she slipped her sweater up over her head, "if you keep it up one of these times I'm going to say yes and then it'll all be over for us, Blue!"
"But that doesn't make a bit of sense!"
"Maybe not-but that's the way it has to be!" Rasco was about to press the issue when suddenly the phone on his desk began to ring.
"Get that for me, will you, Mary Beth?" he said in a business-like voice. He returned his limp cock to his pants and then rezipped his fly.
"Sheriff's office," the blonde cooed into the phone. "Oh, yes, Miz Fitzgerald," she said. "He's in, ma'am. But if you could hold on for a minute I'm sure that I can get him to the phone. Huh? What's that? Well alright! Yes, ma'am, I'll be sure to tell him!" She stuck her tongue out at the receiver before she set it back down in the cradle.
"What did True want?"
"You're suppose to stop by her place some time before four o'clock this afternoon," the secretary said. "And she said to be sure to tell you that it was very, very important-that uppity bitch!"
"Now, Mary Beth...."
"There was nothing racial in my remark, Sheriff," the girl said. "It just galls me the way she treats you like a servant or something!"
"Well, I am a servant, sweetheart," Rasco said and then laughed to cover his sense of embarrassment "A public servant-you know, and True Fritzgerald controls an awful lot of votes in this county!"
"Oh, I know all that," Mary Beth said.
She opened the curtains, scooped up her shoes and headed for her own office. "I hope you don't mind if I take an extra ten minutes or so for lunch, Blue," she said. "As tasty as your cock is it still left me hungry! Besides, I've got a few things to do around town and-I."
"Take all the time you need," Rasco said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary Beth took the sheriff at his word. It was ten minutes after two when she finally returned to the office from her lunch break. She poked her head into Rasco's office, smiling sweetly. "I-I'm back," she cooed. "Sorry I'm so late but I got tied up with...."
"It doesn't matter," Rasco said curtly. "Listen, I need you to prepare a release for Bobby Reese for me. You know how I want it, don't you?"
"Of course, Sheriff!"
Rasco picked up the phone, buzzed the deputy's station outside the main lockup. "Yeah," said a rough male voice. "What do you want?"
"Henry?" Rasco said.
"Yeah, it's me, Blue," the man said, and laughed as if he had just heard a dirty joke. "Who'd you think it'd be, Rasco? One of the prisoners?"
"With you keeping the keys I can never be sure, Henry," the sheriff snapped. "Look, I want you to get that Louisiana boy ready to leave. Make sure he gets a long shower-with hot water, Henry. And you'd better give him a toothbrush so that he can clean his teeth ... and make sure that he shaves and cuts his fingernails!"
"Whatever you say, Blue," the deputy said, and laughed again. "It sort of sounds like you've got another one going out to Horny Hanna!"
"Just you never mind about any of that, Henry," Rasco said with a sigh. "Just do like you're told!"
"Yes, sir-yes, sir!"
"Look, Henry," the sheriff said, I've got to make a run out to the boonies. "I'll be gone about three hours or so. You make sure Bobby Reese is dressed and ready to leave by the time I get back here, you hear?"
"No problem, Blue!"
The sheriff moaned and shrugged his shoulders. "It seems to me the last time you said that to me, Henry, three prisoners took your keys away from you and I had to chase them all the way to the Missouri border before I finally caught up with that bunch. So don't tell me 'no problem,' Henry!"
"Aw, Blue," the deputy groaned. "You promised not to bring that up anymore."
"Just have Bobby Reese ready to leave by the time I get back here, Henry!"
"I-I will, Blue," the deputy said miserably. "Really, HI have him all set to go!"
Kelly Danials was waiting for Lilith Samualson outside the main entrance to Thomas Hall. The girls were roommates at the Sarah Brooks-Adkinson Academy for Young Women. Lilith was a freshman, Kelly a sophomore.
Lilith saw the dark-haired girl and her face exploded in a radiant sort of smile. She raced over to Kelly and took her by the hand. "What a nice surprise," she cooed.
"I take it from the look on your face that the exam in Western Civ went alright," Kelly said brightly, and squeezed Lilith's fingers tightly in her own.
"Oh, yeah," the redhead cooed. "Ole Dr. Rogers asked just about everything you said she would. I was done in twenty minutes but I decided to hang around for a while, just so I wouldn't be the first one out of the classroom!"
"She gives the same final every year."
Lilith raised her arms above her head, turned her face to the sun. "Oh, I feel so good," she cried. "Just like a lost woman getting found. All my finals are out of the way and I've got a summer of freedom ahead of me!"
"Yeah, I'm all done, too," Kelly said, a slight quiver in her voice. "I-I...." She allowed her words to trail off, looked down at the sidewalk.
"What is it?" Lilith said
"I've got some bad news. Real bad!"
The smile faded from Lilith's face. "You haven't changed your mind about tonight, Kelly. Please-not after all the time we spent waiting and planning for just the right moment so that we'd be safe!"
"I haven't changed my mind!"
"Oh, good-good," Lilith said, and smiled with relief. "I was scared there for a moment!"
"My dumb parents are picking me up tonight instead of Saturday morning," Kelly said miserably. "My mother phoned just a few minutes ago! She and my father got an early start. They were already somewhere in Indiana. I-I tried to talk them out of it but-well, they just wouldn't listen. Seems my old man has some sort of business deal in St. Louis. I-oh, God, Lilith, I'm so sorry!"
"No-no," the redhead moaned. "Aw, what a lousy deal! What a dirty, stinking trick!"
"They'll be here to pick me up about eight-thirty!"
"After we waited, playing it cool for nearly a whole damn year," Lilith moaned. "It just isn't fair. It-it...." Tears welled up in her bright, green eyes and began to spill down her face. "Damn, damn, damn...."
"Easy, Lilith...."
"I don't think I can bear it, Kelly!"
"Oh, Lilith-lover," the dark-haired girl cooed. She had to beat down the urge to take the slender redhead into her arms, to hold her tight and comfort her.
Lilith looked very much like her mother, Hanna. Her features were softer, however, and she was still svelte and slender rather than gaunt. She had the same fiery red hair and sparkling green eyes. She also had the same passion for western-style men's clothing ... and she carried herself with the same sense of authority and self-determination.
"I wish that I had the words to tell you how very sorry I am, Lilith," Kelly said in a soft, quivering whisper.
"Oh, baby, I know it's not your fault," the redhead said. "It's just that we've waited and-hell, I really feel stupid. When I think of all the times I could have crawled into your bed and didn't because we were afraid Mrs. Potter, that dirty snoop, would barge in and catch us!"
"I feel exactly the same way," Kelly said in a thin, wailing whisper of a voice.
She was a tiny girl, not quite five feet tall, with dark hair that fell midway down her back in gently flowing curls. The hair made a striking contrast to her alabaster skin. She had pale blue eyes, a button nose, and a full, ripe, pouty mouth. She was nineteen-a year older than Lilith, but she looked quite a bit younger: fourteen or so.
"Did you cancel the reservation at the motel Kelly?"
"Well, no-not yet," the dark-haired girl said. "I came directly here to meet you! Why do you ask?"
"What time is it now?"
Kelly glanced down at her wristwatch. "About twenty after two," she said. "Why?"
"Because there's still time," Lilith said. "It may not be the honeymoon sort of thing we both imagined, but at least it will be something!"
Kelly felt the muscles within her snatch begin to sputter and snap. "Oh, Lilith-yes," she cooed. "Yes-let's do it right now, darling. Yes-oh, yes!"
"Okay, look-I've got to go into town and pick up the rental car I'm going to use to drive home in," the redhead said with a grin. "You go back to the dorm and get the things we packed for the-ah, the ... I keep thinking of it as our honeymoon, Kelly!"
"Yeah, me, too," Kelly said.
"And then you meet me in front of the dorm," Lilith said. "I should be back in thirty minutes. Okay?"
A raw shiver of expectation ran up and down the dark-haired girl's spine. "Oh, Lilith-Lilith," she moaned. "My poor puss is having a fit. Really! It's so wet and throbbing, bubbling away!"
'Yeah, lover, I know what you mean," the redhead said with an evil grin. "I can feel the spunk really oozing out of my box, too. The crotch of my briefs is all sort of soppy and I think it's seeping down onto my thighs!"
Kelly began to bounce about on her toes, excited as a preschooler with a brand new toy. "We're going to do it," she cried in a wet, bubbling voice. "I mean, at last-after all the waiting-we're really going to do it!"
"You'd better get that pretty ass of yours in gear, my love," Lilith said. "We have less than six hours to become lovers...."
Sheriff Zimel pulled his cruiser to a stop in the gravel driveway of the Fitzgerald farm and killed the engine. He looked out over the acres and acres of young soy bean plants and sighed. Ole Moses was a hell of a fanner. There wasn't a single blade of Johnson grass or weed of any kind to be seen. The old, black man was one of the richest farmers in the county with more than twelve hundred acres under cultivation. Every year he harvested a bigger yield per acre than anyone else in the county. Two of his four sons by his first wife still worked the farm with him but they lived in town with their wives and children.
True Fitzgerald walked out of the house and waved at Rasco. The sheriff began to moan as his cock sprang to life. The black woman was the most sensuous, the most erotic female he had ever known. He pinched the head of his tool, pinched it hard, but it refused to stop thrashing about like some animal trapped in a cage.
"Look at those tits," he cried in a quivering whisper as she moved toward the cruiser at a brisk pace. "Oh, sweet mother of mercy, look at 'em bounce! Look at 'em, look at 'em! I-oh, God, I-I...."
She was a tall, voluptuous woman in her mid-thirties with skin the color of polished mahogany. She wore her coarse dark hair in a huge natural, framing her large, flashing eyes, broad nose and full, ripe lips.
"Look at 'em bounce. Look, look...."
There was something of the jungle cat on the prowl in the sleek, graceful way she carried herself, and there was an undeniable storm of sensuality that rippled from her body, screaming of a hunger that had absolutely nothing to do with a need for food.
Rasco snapped a finger against the shaft of his screaming manhood but it refused to go soft. Indeed, it seemed to become even more frantic, more demanding. He wanted to cry out, to let the whole, bloody world know of the awesome sense of rage and need that swept through his body, and the voluptuous black woman moved closer and closer.
She had enormous, pear-shaped breasts that seemed to cry out for attention. They were full and fiercely proud, without so much as a single stretch-mark or a trace of sag to mar their perfection. Her belly was trim and tight, her hips full and round. Her legs were long, smoothly tapered, and her bottom was firm and proud.
"Oh, sweet mother of mercy," the sheriff cried again and again. He curled his fingers around the shaft of his pecker and began to squeeze it.
The woman stopped about a half-dozen feet away from the cruiser, stood there smiling warmly, her hands on her hips. She had on a pair of white shorts that clung to her thighs and bottom like a second set of skin, so tight that the seam at the crotch dug deeply into her snatch, separating the meaty lips of her lush vulva. A skimpy, white halter was the only other article of clothing she wore at the moment. She was bare legged, bare footed, and only a blind man would have failed to notice that she was liberated-without underwear.
"Hey, Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco said, and touched the tips of his fingers to the brim of his western hat. "My secretary said you needed to see me about something important!"
"Hey, yourself, good-looking," the black woman said with a grin. "You look awfully hot, Sheriff. You got time for a cool soda or lemonade?"
"Well, I-I...." It was considered poor manners to refuse such an invitation, but-as Rasco looked down at the sputtering bulge in the front of his pants-he decided that there was no way he could hide it from her if he got out of the car. "I-ah, I am in a bit of a hurry, True. Lots of things going on in the county today. I sure appreciate the offer. I really do!"
The black woman made her way over to the door of the car, leaned against the open window well. The sheriff tried hard not to look at the fantastic swell of dark, ripe flesh that seemed to explode above the flash, of white halter. "Ah-is ole Moses about, Miz Fitzgerald?" Rasco said. "I haven't seen him in a month of Sundays!"
"No, I'm afraid he went into town just before I called you," True said with a huge, affected sigh-a playful ploy to make her breasts swell to the point where the sldmpy halter that held them seemed about ready to burst at the seams. "Some sort of business thing. He said not to look for him until supper time." She grinned as the sheriff swallowed hard. "I'm all alone and lonesome...."
"Well, you be sure to tell him that I was asking after him when he gets back," Rasco said. "We haven't had a good game of checkers for months and months!" I'll tell him, Blue!"
The woman flicked the tip of her hot, pink tongue over the rim of her dark, lush lips and the sheriff began to whimper. His cock thrashed about like crazy, trying to tie itself up in a pretzel shape, and he found it absolutely impossible not to stare down at her fabulous breasts. "Ah-what was it you needed to see me about, True?"
"Sheriff, are you sure I can't get you to come into the house and cool off for a bit?" True said. "This heat is really something-more like July than May!"
"Well, I-ah, no," Rasco said in a voice that crackled with frustration. "I really am in a rush, you see, but-you know I sure do thank you kindly for the offer, Miz Fitzgerald, ma'am!"
True sighed, wrinkled her nose.
"I-I really wish I could, True," Rasco said. His hands had begun to tremble so fiercely that he had to grab onto the steering wheel, and he held it so tightly that his knuckles turned a sick sort of white-like the underbelly of a fish. "I had to leave ole Henry Dimler in charge of the office and-well, he's none too bright, as you well know. Besides, I'm due over the other end of the county at supper time. And-and...."
"You don't know what you're missing, lover," the black woman said as she touched her fingers down gently against his forearm and began to toy with the wet, graying fuzz there. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Blue?"
"Don't mind at all, Miz Fitzgerald!"
"You sure?"
"Well, of course, I'm sure," Rasco said. "Just you go on and ask, True!"
The black woman shrugged, fire dancing in her dark eyes. "I was wondering if you ever made it with a woman of my race, Blue?" she said.
"That's a strange question!"
"You said I could ask...."
"I know, but-ah...." Suddenly Rasco found it very hard to breathe. He loosened his collar, poked about under it with his finger tips until his neck was free of constraint. "I wonder why you ask?"
"I ask," True said, "because I want to know! C'mon, Blue, tell me-have you ever had any black meat wrapped around that pink pole of yours?"
The sheriff's jaws worked a mile a minute but no intelligent sound would pass his lips. He grunted and snorted, even whinnied a time or two, but that was as close to an actual word as he came.
"The real reason I'm asking, Rasco, is because-if you haven't-I'd like to take your cherry for you," True cooed as she moved the tips of her fingers on up to his face and began to trace crazy little patterns against his lips and chin.
"Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco moaned.
"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Blue, darling?" the black woman said as she began to poke a finger through his lips and into his mouth. They say a honky don't really achieve manhood until he's tasted a little black cunt!"
"Now you stop that, Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco snarled, and slapped her hand away. "I-I don't have time for all this foolishness!"
"Oh, lover," True pouted.
"Now, True, you-you really have to stop this," Rasco cried in a voice that cracked in the middle of each word. "I know that you're only playing a little joke on me but-well, I don't think it's the least bit funny!"
"This color don't rub off, if that's what you're afraid of, honky," True said in a deep, vibrant voice-a voice that carried with it the ultimate promise of sexual fulfillment. "I swear to you it don't, lover!" She slipped her free hand up under the back of her halter, fished ahout blindly with her fingers until she caught the metal catch there. "Here, let me show you something," she added as she unfastened the catch, and her breasts leaped forward.
"True, I-I...."
Rasco watched in fascination as the flash of white cotton began to slip down from the front of her breasts. He swallowed hard several times, groaning mightily, and then looked up into the exploding sun that was the black woman's smiling face.
"I've got some bourbon in the house if soda or lemonade don't turn you on, Blue!"
"Now, True-listen," Rasco cried. " A joke's a joke, but-damn, woman, I am a normal, healthy man. Your breasts, True-I never realized how very beautiful they are!"
"Well, get yourself a handful, lover," the woman cooed. "There's more than enough...."
The halter slipped down from her left breast, revealing the huge, proud nipple there. The areola was as big around as a silver dollar, the firm, hard nipple as thick as her little finger and at least an inch and a half from frantic root to quivering peak.
"This really isn't the least bit funny, True!"
"One thing I never joke about is sex, Sheriff," the black woman said. "It's too damned important to me. Ole Moses is a good man-a fine provider, kind and loving, but he is sixty-three years old. I'm a young woman, Rasco, and I have the needs of a young woman!"
"I-I see!"
True took one of Rasco's hands and placed it down against her breasts. "You just feel that nipple there, lover," she cried. "Just feel how hard it is?"
Rasco seemed paralyzed, unable to move, and True covered his hand with her own, pressed his palm down savagely against the pulse of her hard, frantic nipple. "Oh-oh, God, True," the gray-haired man whimpered. "It-it's so-so...." No word would come to his mind.
"Feel, lover," True demanded. "Take it between your fingers and twist it about a bit!"
Rasco jerked his hand away from her. "You have to understand, Miz Fitzgerald," he said in a whine. "Ole Moses and I go back a long, long time. We...."
"Oh, for pity sake," the black woman cried angrily. She pulled her halter back over her breasts, refastened the catch in the back. "I heard a lot of things about you, Blue, but didn't no one ever tell me you were chicken!"
"It's not that, True!"
"I ain't about to beg any man to fuck me, honky!"
"You have to understand my position, True," Rasco said miserably. "It-well, it's not because I don't want to. It's just that-like I said, Moses and me have been friends for more than twenty years!"
"Who you trying to kid, honky?" True snarled. "You'd be in bed humping like crazy if I were Hanna Samualson or Mary Beth Franklin-even Nancy Meeks!"
"You think it's because of race?" Rasco said. "Hey, no-that's crazy!"
"I hear lots of stories about every other county official sticking every bit of black pussy they can get their hands on, Blue, but no stories like that about you!"
"This is insane," Rasco said.
"Yeah, well-see you around some time, Sheriff!"
"I-I think I could do with a glass of lemonade, True," Rasco said as he opened the door of the cruiser. "Ole Moses is a friend of mine but then-so are you. And I sure can't have you thinking I'm some sort of racist!"
True banged her hip against the car door, closing It "No good, Blue," she hissed. "No-fucking-good at all!"
"Hey, True," the gray-haired man pleaded. "You've got me all wrong! Honest I..
"Chip Neilson was out to see me this morning," the black woman said. "He was after me to do a little campaigning for him this fall. He figures that there's a big enough black vote in the county to put him in office!"
"Miz Fitzgerald, that man-hey, there's a real racist for you," Rasco groaned. "I had to fire him because
"I know all about that," True said. "He likes to beat on black people-especially young females. I sent his ass packing, said that you were the best thing next to a black sheriff we could have around here!"
"Well, I appreciate your kind words, Miz Fitzgerald. I appreciate them very much," the sheriff said as he wiped his shirt sleeve across the sweat that had beaded up on his forehead. "Now, about before, I...."
"I sure hope I wasn't wrong about you, Rasco!"
"Don't talk like that, True!"
"A woman offers a man her body and he rejects her...."
"You think it's because I don't want you?" Rasco cried in disbelief. "You think is was some sort of putdown or something, is that it?"
"What else can I think?" True demanded.
"You can't accept the fact that it's my friendship for the old man that keeps me from leaping out of this car and grabbing you and carrying you into the house?"
"You know Luke and Mark-Moses' boys from his first marriage?" the black woman demanded. "Well, of course, I do!"
"Both of them come sucking around here plenty," True said. "Especially when Moses first brought me down here from Chicago. Now, you asking me to believe that a friend has more loyalty to him than his own blood?"
The sheriff grabbed her bv the wrists, guided her hand through the open window and set it down on the bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Feel that," he barked, "and then tell me if that feels like I ain't interested in your offer!"
True curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock, began to squeeze it playfully. "Hey, hey, hey," she cooed happily, "that's a lot of love meat you've got dangling between your legs, Blue-especially for a white man!"
"I really want you, True," Rasco cried miserably. "As a matter of pure fact, I have wanted you for years-ever since Moses went to Chicago and brought you back here to live!"
"I don't know about that-ten years is a long time for a man to carry a case of the hots without at least trying to do something about it," True said. "But I feel how strong your need is at the moment, and I've got to admit-that's one fine hard-on you got there, Blue! Fantastic...."
"How about that glass of lemonade?"
"It's in the house," she cooed as she released her 'grip on his dork. "I got a big pitcher cooling in the fridge. Cmon, follow me!"
Rasco sighed, pushed open the door of the cruiser and made his way behind True, his steel-blue eyes transfixed on her wiggling bottom. He felt all but hypnotized by the rolling switch of that plump, meaty rump.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lilith lay sprawled out next to Kelly on the double bed in their motel room. The air around them seemed to be alive with the aroma of their musk, heavy with their sense of tension-and yet more than fifteen minutes had passed since they first entered the motel and neither girl had been able to make the first move.
They lay there on the bed, fully clothed, their eyes on fire with anticipation-and yet neither girl seemed to know what to do to break the raw and sprawling sense of fear that kept both of them immobilized.
"Kelly-oh, Kelly," Lilith cooed.
"Yes," the dark-haired girl said in a whisper. "I-I'm here, Lilith. I-I...." Her words trailed off into a long, whimpering moan. She closed her blue eyes, sighing, and then bit down violently on her bottom hp, shrug ging her slender shoulders in anger and frustration. "I feel like such a fool, just lying here like this!"
"I-I know, Kelly," the redhead said. "It's crazy, and we're really wasting precious time!"
"It's so stupid...."
"And I thought it would be so easy," Lilith said, "I honestly thought that all we would have to do is just let mother nature take her course. Oh, God, what a mess-what an impossible, crazy mess!"
"Maybe it was a mistake," Kelly said with a sigh. "Maybe we weren't meant to be-lovers!"
"No, no-oh, God, no," the redhead cried, her eyes suddenly hot with an awesome sort of fear. "Please, Kelly-lover, you mustn't say that. You mustn't even think it. It's just that it's all so new to us!"
"But look at us," Kelly cried. "I mean, we're lying here like a couple of prize dopes. It's insane. Really, Lilith, I think we made a mistake!"
Suddenly the redhead rolled on top of the dark-haired girl and slipped her hands down under her back. She looked down into Kelly's bright blue eyes for a long, long moment and then quickly covered her mouth with her own, crying out in triumph as she flooded her face with kisses.
"Lilith, Lilith...."
"Yes, Kelly-yes, lover!"
"Take me, Lilith. Love me, love me....
The dark-haired girl curled her arms around the redhead's shoulders and drew her body down tightly against her own, moaning quietly as her hips began to sputter and roll, sending her hot, quivering quim raking wetly against the frantically grinding pelvis of the younger girl.
Lilith drove her tongue fiercely down into Kelly's mouth, and the tongue of the dark-haired girl was right there to meet it. Mother nature did, indeed, seem to take over as their hot tongues chased one another, teasing, moving wildly from mouth to mouth as they whirled and twisted and fluttered.
"It's been so long,, lover," Kelly cried. "And now-at last, it's happening!" Tears welled up in her eyes and began to spill down her face. "Lilith-oh, lover, I can't believe it's actually happening!"
"Shhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhhbhhhhh, baby" the redhead cooed. "Hey, it's okay! Really, everything is going to be alright for both of us from this point on. I just know it!"
"I-I love you, Lilith!"
"And I love you, baby...."
The redhead cupped a hand over one of Kelly's breasts, tried desperately to knead that tiny gland between her fingers, but the dark-haired girl's blouse and bra were like sentries, determined to keep any invader at bay.
"Oh, damn-damn," Lilith cried.
"Yeah-right," Kelly moaned. "Our clothing-it's in the way!"
"There's only one answer to the problem," Lilith said brightly. "Let's get the hell out of them! I mean, it's crazy not to. Right?"
"No-wait, lover," Kelly cried.
"Wait!" Lilith sputtered. "But why?"
"Listen, I-I want you to undress me, Lilith," the dark-haired girl said. "I've had this crazy fantasy about doing it-stripping me naked-for months and months. Please, lover, just this once-I want you to undress me. It seems so seductive. Okay?"
Lilith shrugged, rolled over onto her side and began to unbutton the front of the dark-haired girl's blouse, her fingers trembling wildly with expectation.
"Oh, lover, I-I...."
"Hey, you're not going to turn chicken on me now, are you, Kelly?" the redhead said. "I mean, not after we waited so long for this moment!"
"Oh, no-God, no," Kelly squealed. "How could you even think such a thing, lover? It's just-you know, my very first time at anything like this and I'm a little on the nervous side. That's natural, isn't it?"
"Sure, baby-right," Lilith cooed. "You just try to relax. Okay? It's my first time, too, but-oh, I've done it so often in dreams I feel like an old hand!"
"Have you ever-with a boy, I mean?" Kelly said. "Have you ever had sex with a boy?"
Lilith shrugged. "Let's not talk about that now, lover," she said with a sigh. "All that matters from this point on is you and me. The two of us together-always! Is that right, Kelly?"
"Yes-oh, yes!"
The redhead tossed Kelly's blouse to the floor and then immediately went to work on her bra. She released the catch, her movements becoming bolder, more assured, and then slipped the straps from around the dark-haired girl's shoulders and sent the wisp of nylon sailing out into the air, revealing the firm, ripe, little mounds that were her roommate's quivering breasts. "Oh, Kelly-oh, oh, lover!"
The areolas were tiny, no bigger around than a nickle, and so pale as to be almost colorless. The slightly darker nipples were as hard as spring steel, pulsing with a sense of desire the redhead found almost frightening.
"Oh, Kelly-they're so beautiful," Lilith cooed, her eyes big and round, flashing hotly. "So very, very beautiful, my darling!"
"No-no," the dark-haired girl said sadly. "They're so small, so-so ... oh, I don't know. I'm ashamed of them! I'm so flat-chested, like a boy or something!"
"That's silly, lover," the redhead cooed. "Really, your breasts are fantastic!"
"You really think so?"
"Oh, yes-yes, I do, lover," Lilith cooed, and then leaned over and kissed them lovingly-first the right and then the left. "I think that they are truly beautiful ... and you're beautiful, Kelly!"
"Oh, Lilith...."
The dark-haired girl began to quiver with excitement, her skin turning to gooseflesh. She willed out of her shoes, kicked them from the bed as Lilith began to pull at her skirt and half-slip, working them down from her waist and hips, down across her rippling bottom and then down along her trim, shapely legs. Soon the redhead had her naked except for her bikini briefs, a wisp of lacy black nylon-Kelly's one submission to her desire for frivolity.
Lilith dipped the tips of her fingers down under the elastic at the top of those briefs, one hand on each hip, and the dark-haired girl began to writhe, slithering her way out of them. She twisted and rolled, lifted her rump, and at last the garment hung loose about her knees.
The redhead stared down in fascination at the shimmering black pelt that was Kelly's pubic hair, and then she reached out and touched it-stroking it lovingly with her fingers as she might a kitten, amazed at how soft and silky the thick threads there were. , "Oh, that feels so good, lover," Kelly cried. "So thrilling and-and everything!"
"You're so soft down there," Lilith cooed, her words reflecting her sense of delight. "My patch-I swear; it's like steel-wool or something!"
"I-I can't wait to see it!"
"Don't you think we ought to finish you up first?" the redhead said with a little sigh. "You look strange with those black briefs hanging around her knees!"
"Okay, but hurry-please hurry, lover!"
Lilith jerked the bikini down over Kelly's tiny feet, tossed it onto the floor, and then stepped back a bit to inspect her handiwork. A bright, sparkling smile came to her face as she moaned in anticipation.
"Beautiful, Kelly," she cooed again and again, flicking the tip of her tongue over her lips. "I just don't have the words to tell you how beautiful you are!"
"Now you, lover," Kellv cooed. "Get undressed!"
"Don't you want to do it for me?"
"Yes-yes, I do, but my hands-they're trembling so badly that I'd never get the job done," Kelly said, and grinned to cover her embarrassment. "Some great seductress I am! You better do it yourself, lover!"
The redhead rolled from the edge of the bed, stood up on the floor. She kicked her shoes from her feet-sending them sailing clear across the room. She began to giggle as they crashed into the wall and fell to the floor.
"I wonder what our neighbors will think, Lilith?"
"Fuck them," the redhead giggled.
"Oh, no-no," Kelly cried in mock fear. "Me. Hey, I'm the one, lover! Fuck me, fuck me...."
Lilith reached down, caught the hem of her dress between her thumb and forefinger and then pulled it up over her head in a single, fluid motion. She did the same with her slip, and then stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down' at Kelly, lust exploding in her bright, green eyes.
"Oh, Lilith-lover," the dark-haired girl cried breathlessly. "I-I honestly think I could have an orgasm just looking at you. Please-the bra and pantyhose, get out of them so that I can see everything!"
"Are you sure you don't want to do it for me?"
"I-I'd have to rip them off, Kelly said. "My hands-look at the way they're trembling!"
"I don't mind," Lilith said. "In fact, I think I'd kind of dig having you rip them off of me!"
"Really?"
Lilith nodded and Kelly rolled up into a sitting position. She reached out to the redhead and then pulled her hand back. "I-I can't," she cried. "No-not this time!" She flipped back down onto the mattress, covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh, Lilith, II...." She began to sob, her body jerking with her attempts to fill her lungs with air.
"Hey, no-no," the redhead cried. "It's okay. I'll do it myself. It's no big thing, Kelly. Really. Hey, c'mon-watch me. Please, lover-watch!"
"I-I'm watching," Kelly said miserably.
Lilith reached around her back and unfastened the catch on her bra. She eased the cups away from her breasts in a slow, tantalizing motion, teasing Kelly, enjoying the frantic little squeals of joy that came from her lips.
Her breasts were nearly twice the size of Kelly's-still not large, by any means. They were firm and ripe, and the huge nipples seemed to leap out at the dark-haired girl, wordlessly pleading with her to touch them with her fingers, caress them with her lips and tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Kelly cried in amazement. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, Lilith, they-ah, they...." Once again words failed her. Perhaps there were no words to describe the wildly whirling emotions that were surging through her body at the moment. She stared up at the redhead, her body quivering with a sprawling sense of raw excitement.
Lilith slipped out of her pantyhose and briefs and then rejoined her roommate on the bed. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes so bright with need and desire that she closed them to find a moment of relief. Finally she cupped her hands over Kelly's tiny breasts-and both girls began to whimper with joy as they felt those nipples explode against the redhead's quivering hands. , "Oh, Lilith-lover," Kelly moaned. "That feels so good, baby. So very, very right!"
"Yeah, for me, too," the redhead said.
"I keep thinking that all of this is a dream and that at any moment I'll wake up and we'll be back in the dorm!"
"It's real," Lilith cooed. "Believe me, lover!"
Tenderly, she kissed the dark-haired girl's eyes, the tip of her nose, and the base of her chin, and then-as Kelly began to writhe about under her-her ripe, pouty mouth. Kelly parted her lips, crying out in anticipation, and then Lilith drove her tongue down into her roommate's waiting mouth.
Kelly curled her arms around Lilith's neck, pulling her face down tightly against her own as she began to suck away wildly on the redhead's slithering invader, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth.
She let out a little gasp of joy as she felt Lilith begin to roll her hips against her. The redhead's patch of fiery red pubic hair did feel like steel wool as it ground away hotly at her own pelt-but it was a joyous sort of pain that bush produced, one that seemed to suck spunk up from deep within the dark-haired girl's love hole so that it bathed the tortured lips of her convulsing vulva.
The redhead pulled her tongue from Kelly's mouth, rose up on her forearms, arching her back. A look of rapture filled her face as she lowered her lips down against the dark-haired girl's breasts and began to flick the tip of her tongue teasingly against the crown of the hard, explosive nipples she found there. Suddenly she drew one of the screaming paps up into her mouth and began to suck away wildly at it, holding the root firmly between her lips while her tongue danced away merrily at the peak.
"Oh, Lilith-sweet lover," Kelly cried. "I-oh, I-I love you so much!"
Lilith spit Kelly's pap from her mouth, nibbled her way slowly over to the other breast. She hesitated for a moment, fascinated by the colorless cone there, her own snatch convulsing wildly in response to the awesome sense of need that seemed to radiate from the girl under her.
"Kiss it, kiss it," Kelly moaned. "Please, lover, don't make me suffer!"
"Aw, poor baby," the redhead cooed.
The dark-haired girl began to pull at the back of Lilith's neck, struggling with all her strength to get the redhead's wet tongue back down against the sprawling agony that was her wildly screaming nipple.
"Enough teasing," Kelly cried. "Enough, enough...."
Finally Lilith gave in to the pressures of Kelly's hands. She darted her tongue from between her lips and sent it swirling wildly against the frantic crown of the nipple there. It delighted her the way the nap seemed to thrash about, rippling with expectation.
She pulled her head back a bit, began to blow little puffs of cooling air against the moist flesh of that thundering cone.
Kelly jammed the back of her head down against the pillow, arching her shoulders as she struggled madly to move her bosom on up against the redhead's puckered lips. "The pain," she cried. "Oh, God, Lilith-the sweet, beautiful pain!"
"Poor, poor baby...."
"Oh, you-you teasing bitch," Kelly cried. "Please, oh, Lilith, I-I...." She dug the back of her heels into the bed as her whole body began to tremble. Suddenly her bottom seemed to explode, lifting her hips from the surface of the bed. She began to thrash about, like a fish out of water, body moaning, crying, "please" over and over again.
Lilith took pity on her and finally lowered her mouth down against Kelly's breast. She quickly drew the nipple there up into her mouth and began to suck away at it, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, as the tip of her tongue bore away like a drill at the exploding crown.
"I-I had no idea it could be this joyous," Kelly cried happily, each word accented by a squeaking little squeal. "It is so-so...." but once again she found herself without the words to express the delicious sensation that raced from the tip of her nipple to every nook and cranny of her body, turning large patches of her skin to quivering gooseflesh.
Her snatch felt like a volcano that was about to erupt as the thick load of syrupy goo down there began to bubble away like crazy, oozing its way up from deep within the witch's cauldron and saturating the lips of her vulva. It splashed out onto her trim, quivering thighs and the twin, half-melons that comprised her ripe, perky bottom.
Lilith's love hole, too, was churning away.
She continued to grind her pelvis at the girl under her, her rich spunk dripping from the glistening lips of her vulva and mixing readily with Kelly's goo ... and the aroma of that randy concoction soon had their heads spinning, their breath coming in short, sucking bursts.
Lilith released Kelly's nipple, began to nibble her way down across the dark-haired girl's belly, pausing for a moment as she reached the little button in the center of that tight, trim expanse of alabaster flesh to dip her tongue down inside that quivering little hole, and then moving on down into the patch of silky threads that seemed to stand sentinel above the glistening lips of her roommate's vulva. She began to suck at the beaver there, savoring the strange mixture of juices she found.
"Suck me, Lilith," Kelly moaned as she dug the tips of her fingers down into her roommate's shoulders, trying to get her to hurry her lips and tongue to their ultimate destination. "I feel like a bomb that's about to explode!"
"Just relax, lover," the redhead cooed.
"But-but-but...."
Lilith got up onto her knees, settled herself down between the dark-haired girl's outstretched legs. She slipped her hands under Kelly's ripe bottom, filled her fingers with the vibrant flesh there and began to knead it, delighted with the way the muscles there seemed to sputter and snap.
"Suck my pussy, Lilith. Suck it, suck it....
The redhead kissed the glistening lips of her roommate's frantic vulva. "Oh, yes-that's it," the dark-haired girl cried in a thin, rasping whisper. "That's really it. At last, Lilith. At last, at last...."
Lilith groaned and sent her tongue surging down into Kelly's cunt. She fluttered the tip of her tongue against the wet tissue there, and the dark-haired girl cried out in triumph. The soft, spongy walls of Kelly's love hole began to convulse, ripping in response to the redhead's probing tongue, almost as if they were trying to draw that hot, slithering invader deeper and deeper inside itself.
"Oh, lover-yes," Kelly cried. "Yes-yes, yes, lover. Ifs so beautiful, so-so wonderful!"
Her bottom sputtered and jerked, rippling with excitement, sending her pelvis raking wildly against the redhead's face.
"Hey, easy, lover," Lilith snorted, pulling her face away from Kelly's snatch. "I-that is, I...." She laughed to cover her fear. "You had my nose and everything down inside that beautiful thing. I-" She paused, shrugging helplessly. "-I couldn't breathe, Kelly!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Lilith," Kelly said. "Really, I had no idea. It's just that it felt so wonderful and-well I guess I got a little greedy or something!"
"I wasn't complaining, lover," Lilith said. 'It's just that-hell, I got scared. Isn't that the dumbest thing?" She took Kelly's wrists, guided her hands to the back of her head. "Besides, I don't want you to come too quickly. We have to make these few hours last the rest of the summer!"
I'll try to hold it back...."
"This whole thing would probably be a whole lot easier if either of us had some previous experience," Lilith said. "I feel so-so virginal!"
"I'm glad we're not experienced," Kelly said. 'We have all of that ahead of us. I'm glad this is the first time for both of us. It-well, I think it would kill me to think of you with anyone else!"
"Oh, Kelly-what a sweet thing to say!"
"I guess it sounds silly, possessive...."
"Oh, no-not silly, lover," Lilith said. I feel exactly the same way. Really, I do!"
She spread the lips of Kelly's shimmering vulva, just enough so that her thick, heavy clitoris could pop free of the wet, spongy folds of flesh that held it captive. It was an awesome thing, that girl prick-as big as a young boy's cock, hard and vibrant, bursting with need and thundering with desire.
Kelly filled each of her hands with a patch of fiery red hair and began to jerk and tug at Lilith's head, trying to move the redhead's lips and tongue down against the convulsing agony that was her clit.
"Don't make me beg, Lilith," she pleaded. "Please, please kiss my clit for me. Suck, lick, bite...."
The redhead kissed the peak of Kelly's she-cock!
"I-ohhhhh, God, I-I...."
The dark-haired girl was about to cry out in triumph when suddenly she felt her roommate's tongue go corkscrewing back down inside the sizzling ooze of shimmering tissue and grinding muscles that was her love hole.
Lilith lapped away wildly at Kelly's snatch, slipping her hands back down under the dark-haired girl's bottom and filling her fingers with the vibrant flesh there once again. Kelly began to roll her hips in a wide, sweeping arc as once again she ground her dripping pelvis against her roommate's face, crying out the agony of her joy in a thin, wailing whisper of a voice that crackled With frustration.
"Please-please, please!"
"Are you certain you're ready?" Lilith teased.
"I-I'll dump my load without it if you don't hurry up," the dark-haired girl cried. "Really, lover, I-I'm so close it's not funny!"
Lilith quickly drew the tormented cone up between her lips and began to suck away at it. She drew it deeply into her hungry mouth as Kelly began to thrash about wildly, scooting all over the surface of the bed as she cried out in a voice that seemed to reverberate from the walls and ceiling, growing louder and louder.
It was all the redhead could do to maintain the Bp-lock she had on the root of that exploding button of pale-pink magic, but she clung to it like a dog with a bone, savoring the syrupy sweet flavor of that meaty pap.
"LILITH, LILITH . ... "
The redhead slipped her right hand from under Kelly's wiggling rump, pushed her index finger down into the sputtering cauldron of witch's brew that was the dark-haired girl's pussy. Kelly let out a cry like the war hoop of an Apache going into battle as her body exploded in a frenzy of motion, driving her snatch higher and higher off the surface of the bed.
"I-I'm there," Kelly cried. "I-I'm going to come, Lilith. Oh, Lilith, I-I'm going to come!"
Her toes began to sputter and snap as her orgasm erupted, flooding Lilith's face with her gooey spunk. The redhead continued to hold the base of the dark-haired girl's clit between her lips as she moved her tongue like a vibrator against the peak. Kelly's orgasm hit again, and again, and she thrashed about madly, her arms and legs flying this way and that.
"Enough, enough," she cried.
Lilith seemed not to hear her. She continued to suck away at Kelly's tortured girl-prick until she was absolutely certain that she had received every last little dab of the dark-haired girl's climax. Finally she raised her head and looked down into the pale face of her lover.
"Oh, Lilith-it was so beautiful!"
"Did I get it all?" the redhead said. "Did you save something for later!"
"Oh, Lilith-it was so beautiful!"
"Oh, lover-lover," Kelly cooed, and held her arms out to the redhead. "I don't think I'll ever get enough!"
Lilith kissed her hungrily, moaning frantically. She began to rake her quim against the dark-haired girl's pelvis-moving faster and faster as she began to cry out in the throes of her own violent orgasm. Suddenly she grew still, her body as hard as stone ... and then she let out a bloodcurdling scream as her climax struck and she sent her load of shimmering gunk spattering hotly down across the belly and thighs of the frightened girl under her.
"Oh, Kelly-Kelly," the redhead cried as a series of sharp, little after-orgasms worked their way from her body. "I love you so very, very much...."
Kelly held Lilith tight against her until at last the redhead stopped trembling. "Boy, I-I'm all gunky," she said with a grin. "I need a shower!"
"Yeah-me, too," Lilith said.
"Let's take one together," the dark-haired girl cooed. "I think that would be a gas, you know!"
'Yeah, and maybe we could get it on in there," Lilith said, and winked at Kelly.
"Oh, just think of all that lovely water cascading down on our naked bodies while we make love to one another," the dark-haired girl said. "Oh, God, I-I'm getting randy all over again, lover. Really, I-I...."
"I am, too," Lilith said.
"Race you to the bathroom," Kelly said as she wiggled her way out from under Lilith and swung her feet out over the edge of the bed.
"I-I'm not in shape for a race, lover!"
Lilith sat up, pulled her feet up under her bottom. "You go, get things started," she said. "I'll be along in a minute or two!"
"Okay...."
The redhead watched in fascination as her roommate made her way toward the bathroom, gliding about as if she were walking on clouds or something.
CHAPTER NINE
True Fitzgerald slipped out of her shorts and halter the moment the door to the living room closed behind Sheriff Zimel. She tossed them up into the air, pirouetted about and faced the startled white man.
"On the couch, on the floor-where?" she said with a deep, throaty sigh of excitement
"Well, I-I...." Rasco's lips continued to move, but no words came from his mouth. He was unable to take his eyes from the ripe perfection that was her enormous breasts. Sweat poured down from his face, staining the collar and shoulder of his shirt.
True did a little bump and grind and began to giggle as Rasco groaned. His cock was like a caged jungle animal, perking about frantically in his pants, desperately trying to find its way to freedom.
"Cat got your tongue, Sheriff?"
"Huh-what?"
"I hope you're not one of those dudes who can only fuck in a bed," the black woman cooed, her ripe lips forming a seductive pout. "There's too much of ole Moses in the bedroom for me to get into a really moving thing, lover!"
Rasco dropped to his knees, spread his arms in a gesture of helplessness. "I-I. . T He shook his head, wiped the back of his hands across his lips.
"Hey, I know, lover," True said brightly. "What about on the dining room table? I mean, it's oak-strong and heavy! Yeah, I think I could really get into some fantastic rocking and rolling sprawled out on my back on the top of that thing. I really do...."
I'm afraid I'd never make it into the dining room," Rasco said. "Really, my legs-they're so weak. I don't think I can move from this spot!"
"Hey, that's cool-no sweat," True said. She jiggled her way over to the couch, moving to a rhythm that she alone could hear, scooped up a throw pillow and then dropped it onto the rug in front of the sheriff. "Right here on the floor is cool with me, lover!"
"Oh, True, I-I...."
She eased her rump down onto the pillow, spread her long, shapely legs. Rasco began to lean forward, but True put a hand to his chest, stopping him.
"Don't you think you ought to get out of your duds first, lover?" she said. "I mean, that badge and belt buckle are bad enough. They'd do a real number on my body. But that gun on your hip is too much-it would really fuck with my head. No woman could really cut loose while you're wearing that!"
"Oh, yeah-right," Rasco said in frustration. True waited several moments, sighing. But when Rasco failed to move she finally reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. The sheriff moaned, took her hands in his and kissed the tips of her fingers. "True, are you really sure about all of this?" he said. "You don't just want-I don't know, something out of me and this is a prepayment on it?"
"Oh, Rasco-Rasco," the black woman said. "All I want is to get laid, lover. Really, that's all!"
"But it doesn't make any sense," the white man said, and shook his head from side to side. "A beautiful woman like you and a pot-bellied man like me. I mean, I-I...."
"Look, don't go getting philosophical on me, man," True said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Ain't it enough that I want you inside me? That I want to feel that roll of love meat swelling inside my gash?"
"But it don't make any sense. I'm Rasco Zimel-not Joe-Don Baker, for Christsake!"
"Listen, honky, we can talk about all this later," True said. "Right now I want you stripped for action!"
"I really don't think so," the sheriff said. He started to get to his feet but True grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him back down to his knees.
"You ain't getting out of here without first slapping some of that white peter on me," she snarled. "Not after we come this far, lover. You hear me, Mister Policeman? You hear what I'm telling you...."
Rasco nodded, his chin buried against his chest Without looking up he began to undress. He unbuckled his gun belt, set it down on the floor, and then unpinned his gold badge and set it next to the gun and gun belt.
"Better get rid of that other belt, too, Rasco," True said with a sigh. "That buckle could cut my belly to ribbons!"
The sheriff moved like a man in a fog, releasing the catch on his belt buckle and then slipping the belt from around his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, zipped open the fly. True began to grin as she reached inside his pants and released his hard, quivering cock.
"Ohhhoowheeee," she cooed, and planted a long, wet surging kiss on the face of his manhood. "You sure you ain't got some colored blood in you some place, Rasco? I ain't never before seen a white man with this much love meat."
Rasco touched his hands down against her shoulders, and she fell backward onto the rug. "Come, baby," True cooed, "take my Thursday afternoon cherry for me!"
"True, I-I...."
"You don't need words, lover," the black woman cried happily. 'Tour cock can carry on all the conversation that we'll ever need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Rasco leaned forward, resting on his hands and knees. He hesitated for a moment and then began to poke at True's pelvis with the head of his pecker. "Keep going, Sheriff," the woman cooed. "You're bound to find that gash sooner or later-it's certainly big enough!"
"Help me, True," Rasco whimpered. "Please, I...."
The black woman slipped her hand down between the crush of their bodies, curled her fingers around the shaft of his thundering cock and guided its head to the dark, shimmering lips of her love hole.
"Now-spear me, honky," True cried. "Drive that roll up into my cunt. Cmon, lover-ride. Fuck me. Cmon, you big, beautiful bastard-fuck mel Fuck me, fuck me...."
Rasco eased his meat down into the wet, sucking cavern that was her love hole, and the soft, spongy tissue there began to quiver and snap, wrapping itself tightly around the shaft of his dork.
"Oh-oh, God, True," he cried. "That is so nice, woman. So-so alive and wet and...."
"Are you going to talk me to climax, lover?" True said. "If you are, I'd rather hear what your pecker has to say about the subject. Cmon, baby-move!"
Rasco tried to kiss her but she turned her face away from him. "True, I-I don't understand," he said. "Don't you want to kiss me?"
"All I want is for you to fuck me, honky," the black woman said. "We ain't lovers-just two animals serving each other's needs. I can get all the petting and sweet talk I want from ole Moses. Now, suppose we forget all the bullshit and get that pecker of yours moving!"
"We're not animals, True," Rasco said quietly. "We're two human beings. We're...."
"Shut up, shut up-and fuck me," True cried. "Don't you dare spoil this for me with a whole lot of bullshit words that don't mean nothing no way!"
"Alright," the sheriff said sadly. He slipped his hands down under True's bottom, began to knead the flesh there between his fingers as he moved his hips against her. "Is this what you want, True?"
"Yeah-only faster, baby," the black woman cried. "Slam that meat into my pussy...."
Rasco lifted True's rump up from the pillow, began to plunge his cock in and out of her love hole-but for some reason he was unable to strike a rhythm where he could really cut loose and give the black woman what she wanted. "Put your legs up over my shoulders," he rasped. "You want it wild-okay! Get your legs up on my shoulders!"
True moved her legs out to the side, waiting while the sheriff moved his arms out of the way. She hooked her legs up over his shoulders, curling her toes together behind his back. Rasco filled his hands with the meat of her bottom once again, pulled her snatch up against his cock as he raised up onto his knees. "Now," he cried.
"FUCK ME," True moaned. "Please, lover...."
Rasco cried out in frustration as he began to move against her, driving his cock deeply into her bubbling cauldron and then pulling it back out to a point where only the head remained within the sputtering mass of wet, sucking tissue and convulsing muscles.
True began to grind her dripping vulva up against the white man, slamming it up to meet each downward stroke of his love meat and then rippling it away as he began to withdraw, and all the time the muscles within her snatch continued to suck at his cock, wrapping themselves frantically against his invader, twisting and jerking.
"Yeah, baby-ride," True cried. "Ride, ride...."
"It-I don't think I can hold off much longer, True," Rasco cried. "I'm close; I'm so very close!"
"No-please," True groaned. "Don't go off without me, Rasco. Please-hold off. I-tm getting there, lover. It won't take much longer!"
I'll try, I'll try," Rasco groaned. "But...."
As if in a dream, he seemed to hear someone crying out in the most frantic sort of way-moaning and wailing, the cry rising and falling like the wail of a siren, and it was the longest time before he realized that all those strange, almost frightening noises were coming from his own mouth.
I'm there," he cried. I'm there, I'm there...."
"No-you bastard," True wailed. "Not yet. Don't you go off yet! I need just a bit more, Rasco. A minute-thirty seconds. Please, please-hold off!"
"I-oh, God, True, I can't! I can't!"
His toes began to snap against one another as his orgasm exploded like a bomb going off inside him. He cried out True's name again and again as his load of love juice spurted from the face of his tool in wave after wave of the rawest sensation he had ever known in his life.
"Oh, True-lover," he cooed. I'm so sorry!"
"You bastard," the black woman cried, and smashed her open hands across his face. "You lousy, motherfucking, honky ... another fifteen seconds and I would have gone off right with you. Fifteen seconds, Rasco...."
"I-I'm sorry, True," the sheriff cried. "Really, I couldn't help myself. I never felt anything like that pussy of yours in all my life...."
"What good does that do me?" the black woman demanded. "I need to get my gun, man. I'm right there, right at the edge-so close, and the pain is killing me!"
"I-I could eat you," Rasco sputtered. "Yeah, let me loose and I'll...."
"No, I need your cock, Rasco. I need your cock...."
Rasco heard a strange sound and jerked his head in the general direction he thought it came from. He looked up into the smiling faces of Mark and Luke, Moses' sons. Mark had a movie camera in his hand. Luke had a .45 automatic in his, and he had the barrel pointed at Rasco's head.
"What the hell is this?" the sheriff demanded.
"Never mind those chumps," True cried. Take care of my needs first, honky. C'mon, you bastard...."
"What is going on?" Rasco cried. He tried to pull away from True but she held onto him as if her life depended on it "Please-somebody, tell me what this is all about!"
"You take care of business, Porky," Luke snarled. "Then the four of us is going to have a nice, long conversation. You go on, Blue. Mark got about three or four minutes of film left in his camera, anyway."
"No, I-I...."
Rasco looked like a man who had just been clobbered in the gut with a baseball bat. He seemed unaware of the fact that True had slipped a hand down between the crush of their bodies once again and was in the process of curling her fingers around the shaft of his cock.
"There," she squealed happily. I've got it!"
She began to grind the head of his spent, flaccid tool up against the peak of her hard, angry clit rubbing away faster and faster as she began to cry out with joy, announcing the approach of her climax.
"Yeah-see, see, Blue," she cried. "It don't have to be hard to get the job done. Ole Moses taught me that. It don't have to be ... oh, God, I-I'm there!"
She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and biting down frantically on her bottom hp, and then she began to thrash about like someone in the throes of a grand mal fit, crying out that she was coming.
"Oh, yeah, Rasco-yeah, yeah!"
Each time her orgasm began to die down she returned the face of his cock to her clit and rubbed it violently against that tortured cone until she began to climax again.
"You can stop now, Mama," Mark said. "I'm out of film!"
"No," True cried. I've still got more inside me!"
"Hey, bitch-you weren't suppose to dig on this pig's pecker," Luke cried. "What kind of shit is this? Get your ass up off the floor!"
Rasco tried to pull away from True, but once again she held him in a death grip. "You just keep your mouth shut, boy," she snarled at Luke. "I'll let you know when I'm ready!"
"You're ready now, cunt," Luke said, and grabbed the sheriff by the shoulders and jerked him away from the undulating body of his stepmother. "Fucking bitch...."
True got to her feet with fire in her eyes. She walked over to Luke and slapped him hard across the face. "You ever pull a stunt like that again, boy, and-I swear, I'll kill your black ass for you. You hear?"
"I hear," the black man snarled. "I hear . ... "
He grabbed Rasco by the front of the shirt, shoved the white man toward the couch, and motioned for him to sit down. "You got your head together enough to listen to us, pig?"
The sheriff nodded, looked down at his shoes.
"We need a favor, Blue," the woman said. "It ain't no big thing-not for you, but we had to make sure that you'd do it. That's why we took the movie!"
"That's blackmail, True," Rasco said.
"Yeah, well-we the right color for it." Mark said.
"I'd expect that from Luke, Mark," Rasco said. "I mean, everyone knows he isn't bright enough to think up something original-but I always thought you were pretty clever!"
"Listen, Porky," Luke sputtered.
"Cool it, little brother," Mark said. "Go fix yourself a drink or something!"
"You got any wine, True?" Luke said as he continued to glare at the sheriff.
"Yeah, in the fridge," the woman said. "There's some good bourbon there, too. Make me a highball while you're at it. Blue, you want a drink?"
The sheriff shook his head. "Will someone please tell me what the hell this is all about?" he demanded. "I mean, you must be planning on robbing a bank or something to go to this end to put me in a box!"
"No-nothing like that, Blue," True said. "I swear to you. It ain't even illegal. Not really...."
Luke returned with True's highball, handed it to her and then walked over to the picture window and looked out at the fields of soybeans.
"What we need from you, Blue, is really a simple sort of thing," True said. "Ole Moses will go into town tomorrow, just like he does every Friday. Hell close down Eddie Pickel's gin mill and then head for home!"
"But he ain't going to make it home," Luke said. "What does that mean?" Rasco said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because you're going to bust him for drunk and disorderly and hold him until Sunday morning," Mark said bitterly.
"Bust your father-that's crazy," the sheriff said. "I mean, he's been going into town to tie one on for every Friday since the end of World War II. He may be drunk but that man is never disorderly. He's a gentleman!"
"Tomorrow hell be disorderly, pig," Luke said as he rejoined the others. "And you'd better make damned certain that he sets his bony ole ass in that slammer until Sunday morning-or a whole lot of copies of this film will find its way into the hands of a whole lot of people!"
"But if you do like we say," Mark said, "you get the film and no harm done. We got a deal?"
"You still haven't told me why you want ole Moses out of the way," Rasco said.
"I told you, Rasco," True said. "I'm a young woman-and I've got a young woman's needs. The boys and me are going to have a little party and...."
"That's right," Mark said. "Ole Moses would cramp our style, Sheriff. I mean, c'mon, you can dig it, man. Poor True been fighting it for a long time. She got a whole lot of need built up inside her!"
"Put the gun away," Rasco said. "I can't think when someone's holding a gun on me!"
"There really ain't nothing for you to think about, Blue," the black woman said. "We ain't asking for all that much. Two days in the slammer won't hurt the old man!"
"How do I know you'll stick to your end of the bargain?" Rasco said. "I mean, you can keep that film, and then any time you're in the mood for a fling with-ah, the boys here you pull this number on me all over again!"
"First off, because I don't want that film shown around any more than you do, Rasco," True said. "And second off, because I'm telling you we'll give it to you!"
"And you always keep your word?"
"You ever know me to lie, Sheriff?"
"You don't consider what you just did a he, True? Coming on like you had the hots for me and then pulling a trick like this? That's not a lie?"
"It was a con-not a he!"
"I fail to see the difference," Rasco said. "Still, I don't have a choice!" He stood up, zipped closed his fly and refastened his belt. He started to pick up his badge and gun and then heard the safety on Luke's .45 being released. "Okay, be cool. I'll bust the old man tomorrow night!"
"Mark, you'd better take off with the film before I let the sheriff get his piece," Luke said, and grinned. "Honkies don't have no sense no way, and I'd hate to see him try anything dumb now that we have an agreement!"
"Yeah, that makes sense," True said. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't both you boys split. I'll keep the sheriff here for another ten minutes or so!"
"Yeah-right," Mark said. "Cmon, Luke!"
"Why-why?" Luke demanded bitterly. "So True can get another quickie with us gone? Fuck that noise!"
"You got a bad mouth, Luke," True said.
"Hey, mama-I was here," the young man cried. "I seen the way you were grooving on that white cock. You ain't shitting nobody about nothing, bitch!"
True turned to Mark. "If the two of you aren't out of here by the time I count to ten-well, the whole deal is off. I mean it! Either one of you give me any more crap and I swear I'll tell Moses about everything, right from the jump!"
"C'mon, little brother," Mark said, and slipped a protective arm around Luke's shoulders. "Everything is cool, man. Let's get out of here. Okay?"
"I don't dig taking orders from some bitch, man," Luke snarled. "Even if it is True...."
"One, two, three," the black woman cried angrily. "Four, five, six...."
"Okay, okay-we're leaving," Luke said. "But I ain't never going to forget you for this!"
Rasco waited until the brothers had left before he turned to True.-"Now," he said with a sigh of frustration, 'suppose you tell me what this is really all about? You don't need the old man in the slammer just to have an orgy!"
"Don't push it, Rasco," True said.
"Is it going to hurt the old man?"
"It'll hurt him a lot worse if you don't do exactly as I told you," the black woman said, and slowly shook her head.
"Can you give me something to go on? A tiny clue?"
"You know that Moses thinks the sun rises and sets in those boys of his, don't you?" True said. "Well, unless you keep the old man in the pokey until Sunday morning-the sun will set on them for the last time Saturday night!"
"Are you saying someone is going to kill them?"
"Not if you go along with us!"
"Look, True, I...."
"I can't tell you anymore, Blue," the woman said. "I give you my word, I can't. I really can't!"
"Okay," Rasco said.
He picked up his badge and pinned it to his shirt He picked up his gun belt and refastened it around his hips. "I'll tell you something, lady. K anything bad comes to Moses because of this bullshit-film or not, I'll find the three of you and blow your heads from your shoulders. And I don't he, either!"
True swallowed hard. "I swear to you, Blue," she said in a quivering voice. 'I'm only doing this to protect Moses from something that could kill him!"
"You really love that old man, don't you, True?" Rasco said. "That's why you wouldn't kiss me before?"
"Maybe," she said. "But I do have a young woman's needs and I guess maybe Luke was right about my wanting seconds!"
"I couldn't do you any good, True," Rasco said. "I feel sick inside. I-I really do. Besides, never did like that wham, bang, thank-you ma'am stuff very much."
"It shows," True said with a grin. "The way you grabbed my ass. It was a lover's thing-real nice!"
"Yeah-well!"
"I'll walk you to your car, Blue!"
"Don't you think you ought to put some clothes on first?" Rasco said with a grin. "I know the closest neighbor is three miles away but there's always a chance someone will come down the road. That'd start a few tongues wagging!"
True was back into her halter and shorts by the time Rasco reached the front door. She followed after him as he walked down to the cruiser.
"You remember what I said about hurting the old man," the sheriff said as he slid behind the steering wheel and closed the car door behind him.
"Wait a minute, Rasco," True said as he started the engine on the police car. "That thing that happened to us-not all of it was because of a need to put you in a box!"
"What was it then?"
"I don't think I can put it into words," the black woman said. "Maybe I'm just trying to ease my guilt a bit, make me feel less like a whore. Forget it!"
Rasco touched her hand. "I'll tell you something, True," he said. "You're free to accept it or not, but I swear it is gospel. I'm forty-six years old and I've probably had sex with more than two hundred women in my life ... and not one of them ever moved me the way you did."
"Oh, Blue. What a nice thing .". ."
"It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced," the sheriff continued. "I'm only sorry that I was unable to hold off until you were there, too!"
True stuck her head inside the car, kissed Rasco tenderly on the lips. When she pulled away, the gray -haired man could see that there were tears in her eyes. She started to say something, changed her mind, and then turned on her heels and raced toward the house as fast as her bare feet would carry her.
CHAPTER TEN
"The doctor said that I can only stay for a few minutes, Nancy," the sheriff said as he tiptoed over to her hospital bed. "How you feeling, sunshine?"
"Oh, about like someone who's been run over by a bulldozer or something," the redhead said and smiled weakly. "I hate to be in a hospital. It gives me the creeps. Have you seen my old man? Is he okay? Can he come to see me soon?"
"I've got him in jail, Nancy," Rasco said softly.
Nancy looked surprised. "Whatever for?" she said.
"He thought he'd killed you this time," Rasco said. "The doctor here said-well, he said someone had given you a real going over this time. You really don't look all that bad, if you want my opinion!"
Nancy's face was covered with bruises and there was a huge bandage at the left side of her face, running from her chin to her ear. There was a smaller bandage over her right eye. The doctor had told Rasco that nine of her ribs were fractured-four on one side, five on the other.
"It looks a lot worse than it really is," the redhead said. "Did that crazy doctor tell you that I could be out of this bed in a day or two if nothing turns up!"
"He said Monday, Nancy!"
"Okay, Monday-big deal," the redhead said. "You're not going to keep Billy in jail, are you? Hell lose his job and-besides, jail ain't no place for a man like him!"
"Nancy, he-he...." The sheriff let his words trail off. "You know I can't hold him without a charge, and you're the only one who can make a complaint!"
"Hey, I've got nothing to complain about, Blue," Nancy said. "You know as well as me that I deserved every slap, every kick that poor slob gave me!"
"Nancy, no man has the right to...."
"Rasco, he caught me in bed with another man-again, and he blew his cool," the redhead said. "Hell, he only did what you or any other man would have done under the same set of circumstances. I ain't making no complaint! I won't!"
"Then there can't be a charge!"
"Well, good...."
"I admire you for that, Nancy," Rasco said. "But I'm more than a little afraid that he's really going to hurt you one of these times. Hell, woman, you could end up dead!"
"The only thing wrong with that is that poor Billy would have to sit his ass in the pen for twenty years or so because of it," Nancy said. "But I've decided to divorce him, Rasco. Really, I'm going to. I know I've said it a dozen times before but this time I really mean it. I don't deserve him!"
"I know you mean it now-at this moment, Nancy," Rasco said with a little shrug. "But come Monday...."
"I know, I know," the redhead said. "Listen, Blue, do you think maybe it's something a shrink could help me deal with? I mean, I always figured it was something in my blood-like mama and Hanna!"
"The medicos are doing some pretty amazing things!"
"Billy said he wanted me to do it!"
"Yeah, he loves you an awful lot, lady!"
"I know. The poor slob!"
"Has Hanna been around to see you yet?"
"Naw, she called-twice," Nancy said. "She's expecting a visit from you out to the motel pretty soon-at least that is what she said. She was all excited about whatever it was you're bringing to her-as if I didn't know!"
"I was on my way out there, but-well, Billy made me promise that I'd stop by here first," Rasco said. "He's got himself convinced that he's killed you, won't believe me when I tell him you're okay!"
"Oh, that poor slob," Nancy said. "I'd sure like to see him or-or something, Rasco!"
"I'll try to bring him out a bit later but I've got to keep him locked up until the medicos here release you!"
"I understand that," Nancy said.
"Look, how'd you like to talk with him on the phone?" the sheriff said. "I'd bet that'd make the both of you feel a lot better-especially Billy!"
"I'd love that, Blue! Could I?"
Rasco picked up the phone at the side of her bed, dialed his office. "Mary Beth, listen," he said. "I want you to have this call transferred to the lock-up. Tell Henry or whoever's on duty that I want him to bring Billy Meeks to the phone. Alright?" Rasco lowered the phone against his chest, looked down at Nancy and winked. He heard a muffled voice and returned the receiver to his ear. "Billy," he said. "There's someone here who wants to say hey to you."
He handed Nancy the phone, threw her a mock salute and then tiptoed out of the room, humming happily to himself. It was the first time he felt good since he had first received the phone call from Billy that morning!
"Do you plan to keep your shorts and t-shirt on, Bobby?" Hanna Samualson said as she sprawled out on her back in the middle of the huge bed in the master bedroom of her personal suite at the Crossroad's Motel. "I want you naked, too, kid!"
"Well, ma'am, I...."
"Do you need some help, lover?" the redhead said. "Is that your problem, sweetheart?"
"Look, lady, I...."
"I thought you were happy to be out of that filthy jail," Hanna said. "But if you'd like to go back, I'm sure that Sheriff Zimel would be happy to come back and...."
The boy sighed hopelessly. "I guess I could use the help you offered," he said. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but there must be something!"
Hanna rolled up into a sitting position, eased her long, slender legs over the edge of the bed. "C'mere, pretty boy," she said. "You can at least meet me halfway with this thing. Okay?" The boy shrugged, sauntered over to the bed and stood in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"This okay?" Bobby said.
"Better stoop down a little," Hanna said. "You're taller than I thought at first!"
The boy shrugged and did as she suggested. Hanna began to tug at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to his chest. The boy pulled his hands through the arm holes, first the left and then the right. The woman slipped the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. "Now for the main event," Hanna cooed, and began to giggle as she pulled at the waistband of his boxer shorts. "Oh, yes-yes, yes!"
Bobby began to wiggle his hips as the redhead slipped his shorts down along his thin, well-developed legs. Finally she had them down around his ankles. The boy stepped out of them and kicked them clear across the room.
"You know something, lover," Hanna cooed. "You are one beautiful hunk of man. Yes sir-" She paused just long enough to curl her slender fingers around the shaft of his long and meaty tool. "-A real beautiful man!"
"Do you mind if I join you on the bed?" Bobby said. 'I'm feeling a bit weak in the knees!"
"It's fine as long as you'll kiss my nipples for me," Hanna said. I've got a real thing about having my titties sucked by a beautiful, young man!"
"Well," Bobby said as she sat down on the bed and looked long and hard into the redhead's radiant face. "I ain't too sure about being beautiful, but I am young-and ain't nothing I like better than sucking on titties!"
"Oh, you're such a tease," Hanna said with a giggle. "My tits are right here, sweetheart-ready and waiting for you to give them a sample of your abilities as a lover!"
Bobby swallowed hard, quickly lowered his mouth down against Hanna's high, proud breasts and began to flick his hot tongue across the peaks of her nipples. "How, lady-how's that?" he said with a grin. "I mean that's only a taste-a sample of a sample!"
"Yeah, well-don't be such a tease, lover," Hanna cooed as she reached out and curled her hands around the back of his head and eased his lips and tongue back down against her waiting breasts. "Please, baby...."
Bobby drew one of the nipples up into his mouth and began to suck on it, holding the root tightly with his lips as he swirled the tip of his tongue wildly against the peak of that hard, screaming pap.
"Yeah, that's more like it," Hanna cooed. "Oh, that's nice, lover. That's very nice!"
She began to roll her bony hips in undulation as she closed her eyes, moaning softly, deep within her throat. The boy spit her pap from his mouth, lip-nibbled his way over to her other breast and quickly took the nipple there up into his mouth, repeating the process he had gone through with the first one. Hanna arched her shoulders, thrusting her exploding tits up against the boy's swirling tongue and sucking lips.
"Oh, that's fine, Bobby," Hanna moaned. "Really, lover, I just love it!"
The boy switched back to the first nipple as he began to rub his pelvis against her thigh. His manhood was hard and throbbing, screaming with the most intense sense of need he had ever known. Twelve days in jail had left him with a sense of horniness that was frightening. "Oh, Jesus," he cried as he spit her pap from his mouth. "I-oh, God, Hanna, I-I-I feel like-I'm going to come already!"
"No-wait," the woman cried. "Just relax a bit...."
But even as she spoke the boy's toes began to snap and his orgasm struck like a tropical storm. He humped away at her skinny thigh, crying out in triumph, as his load of bright, shimmering jism spattered frantically across her thighs and belly in a dozen gooey mounds.
"Oh, no-Jesus, I-I...."
Bobby pulled away from Hanna, buried his face against the pillow. Hanna picked up the hand towel from the nightstand next to his bed and wiped her body. She reached out with her free hand and tussled the boy's long, golden hair, grinning brightly. "It's alright, lover," she said. "Hey, c'mon."
The boy turned to face her, shame and something that went beyond shame etched in his face. "That never happened to me before," he moaned. "I swear-not once. This is the first, the only time. God, I feel like such a fuck-up!"
"Hey, it's no big thing," Hanna cooed. "Really, Bobby. If I have my way that beautiful rod will be up and down so many times tonight one more or less won't be missed!"
"But it never happened before," Bobby said. "Not even when I was a kid!"
"You've just spent twelve days in jail," the redhead said. "You've been out for what? Less than two hours, right? Give yourself a break, kid. The transition is bound to be a little difficult-at least at first! C'mon, relax!"
"Do you really think that's all it is, ma'am?" the boy said. "Some sort of readjustment thing?"
"What else could it be, lover?"
"Something happened to me while I was in jail," the boy said in a raspy whisper. "Something-well pretty terrible. Something that may have-ah, done something to my head! Just maybe I won't be able to function right anymore, with a woman, I mean. Like a man should . ... "
"Oh, bullshit," Hanna groaned.
"No, really," Bobby said. "This thing, it-ah . .
"Tell me what happened," Hanna said sternly.
The boy's eyes grew big and round. "No-no," he cried. "I couldn't do that!"
"Some goon took your cherry in there," Hanna said. "Isn't that the terrible thing? That pretty face and long blond hair gave some clown the hots and he fucked you in the ass, Bobby. That's it-isn't it?"
"Oh, God," the boy cried. "Does it show? How ..'. how did you know, Hanna?"
"It's simple a process of deduction, Bobby," the redhead said and touched the tips of her fingers to his lips. "Cmon, what could be the most terrible thing that could happen to a young boy?"
"But-but-but...."
"You can't let it mess with you head!"
"I ain't no queer," the boy said miserably. "I fought it, Hanna. The other prisoners, the guard-they all laughed when I begged them to help me!"
"Bobby, I-I can't change any of that!"
"I ain't no queer; I ain't-I really ain't!"
"Do you think I would have asked you here if I thought that about you, lover?" Hanna said. "I picked you out of all the men in that holding tank. I picked you because-well, to me, you were the most man there!"
"Really," the boy said, brightening. "I kind of thought the sheriff might have told you what happened to me and you felt sorry for me because of what had happened, and that you-ah, you ... I don't know!"
"Whatever you thought," Hanna said, "the reason I picked you is because you turned me on-set the love juice down in my snatch to flowing!"
"No kidding?"
"Girl Scout's honor," Hanna said as she wet the tip of a finger and drew an invisible "X" over her heart "Now, can we get back to some serious fucking, lover?"
"Wait," Bobby cried. "One more question! Did you know that I was raped before I told you?"
"No way," Hanna lied.
"And it doesn't make any difference to you?"
"I'm sorry that it happened to you, baby," the redhead said as she took his hands and set them down against her bosom once again. "But it makes you none the less attractive, none the less desirable!"
"Thank you," the boy said.
"You really want to thank me, Bobby?" Hanna said as she took one of his hands and guided it down across the hard, knotted agony that was her belly and into the thick, wiry patch of fiery red fuzz that was her pubic hair. "Then love me! I've got to make this night last a long, long time, lover. And you, Bobby, are the only one that can do that for me!"
"Oh, Hanna-Hanna," the boy cried out in joy, and then kissed her savagely as he moved the tips of his fingers through her pelt and let them come to rest on the wet shimmering lips of her hot, wildly throbbing vulva. "I will. I swear-really, I will!" He nibbled his way down to her breasts and recaptured one of the paps there.
Hanna curled her fingers over the back of his hand at her cunt and forced his fingers down into the wet, sucking ooze of her quivering pink flesh that was her snatch. The boy quickly dipped a finger down into that wildly bubbling cauldron and then began to moan in joyous surprise as he felt the strong, rippling muscles there begin to pull at his probe, sucking away madly, drawing it deeply into her quim.
"You ever felt a pussy like that before, Bobby?" Hanna cooed, her voice heavy with pride. "Have you?"
"No-I sure ain't," the boy said.
"Wait until you feel it wrapped around your cock, lover," the redhead said. "Wait until you feel it rolling and twitching and-and everything!"
"Oh, Hanna-wow. I'm getting hard again. I can feel my cock springing back to lif e!"
"I wondered what that was I felt beating against my thigh, lover," Hanna cooed, laughing. "You see, I told you it was all going to work out just fine!"
"Yes, ma'am-you sure did!"
"If you call me ma'am again, lover," the redhead said, "I will be forced to break both of your legs. Here in bed you can call me Hanna-or bitch or cunt, anything you like but ma'am! You got that?"
"Yeah, Hanna," the boy said with a smile.
"Now, I'd like you to frig me for a while!"
The boy wasted no time in sending his finger corkscrewing down inside her snatch, and Hanna cried out at the top of her voice as a series of exploding ripples turned her pale skin to goose flesh.
"Yes, Bobby. Yes, yes...."
The blond increased the rhythm of his probe, swirling the edge of his finger around the inside of her snatch in an ever increasing circle. He began to work up layers of bright, shimmering spunk, turning it to foam as it moved up out of the deepest reaches of her exploding cauldron.
"Oh, Bobby-Bobby, lover!"
Hanna began to writhe, undulating her thin, bony hips in a huge, sweeping circle, moving against the direction of the boy's finger. Her bottom began to sputter and snap, sending her pelvis rippling up against the boy's probe, raising higher and ever higher to greet each new downward plunge he made, crying out her frantic joy in a voice that could have been heard for miles and miles. She began to scoot about across the surface of the bed, slithering aimlessly, lost in the wonder of the young boy's magical touch.
"Hey, Bobby-easy," the redhead cried. "I-I'm getting too close, lover. Slack off a bit, will you? Hey, Bobby, lover-c'mon now, I...."
The only way that Hanna could stop him was to grab his wrist and force his finger away from the seething agony that was her pussy. "Oh, God, Bobby-wow!" she moaned.
"Did I do something wrong, Hanna?"
"Oh, no-no way," the woman cried. "It's just that I thought it was about time I showed you what those educated muscles in my snatch could do when they have a real hunk of love meat to work with!"
"Huh-what?"
"I want you to fuck me now," the redhead said. "I want to feel your manhood moving inside my cunt It's the best sort of orgasm for me ... although I really must say that I was enjoying the finger job you were giving me!"
The boy quickly worked his way into a position between her long, thin legs. He knelt there, gazing down at the strange woman in fascination. His cock began to sputter and jerk, the thick, bulbous head pounding frantically against the shimmering lips of her trembling vulva.
"I sure am glad you picked me, Hanna," he said as he slowly lowered himself down against her. "I-I've never known a woman like you before!"
"Have you known all that many, lover?"
The boy shrugged, sighing. "Anything I tell you would sound like a brag-two or two hundred," he said. "Besides, I sure don't want to talk about anyone other than you at this moment I don't even want to think about them!"
"You're a poet Bobby Reese...."
"Yeah, I am," the boy grinned. "Me and Dylan Thomas!"
The redhead reached down and took the shaft of his thick, hard prick in her hand. She spread her legs and guided the face of his thundering love meat to the lips of her sputtering, frantic quim.
"Easy, Bobby," she said. "Hanna likes an easy rider!"
"I don't think that's going to be too easy," the boy said with a grin. "Not with those educated muscles down there in your love-hole!"
"Well, I-I guess you'll just have to do the best you can," Hanna said, and kissed the tip of his nose. "That's all anyone can ask-that you do your best!"
The boy slipped the head of his pecker down into her hot, bubbling cauldron and then cried out wildly as the redhead kicked her legs high up into the air, drawing his tool down quickly into her frantic pussy flesh. The wet, velvety tissue there sprang at his roll, vibrating wetly as it drew tighter and ever tighter.
"Oh, God.."
"You like that, huh?" Hanna said with a grin. "You ain't seen nothing yet, lover!"
"It's so-so...." but there were no words to describe the sensations that raced through his body at that moment. He began to pant, like a shaggy dog fighting the heat of August, and then suddenly pressed his lips against the redhead's mouth and kissed her savagely.
Hanna drew the boy's tongue down into the wet, sucking cavern that was her mouth and began to suck away at it as she wrapped her legs around his back, curling her toes together in a death-grip. She hesitated for a moment, waiting for Bobby to settle down a bit, and then began to move against him, easing her hips into a rolling/sliding sort of pattern as she rippled her pelvis hotly against his hard, throbbing cock.
"Oh, Hanna-Hanna," the boy cried in a voice that seemed to crackle with need. "That is so nice!" Bobby held still as long as he could but at last he began to respond to her motion, unable to help himself. His movement was a bit strained at first, erratic and counterproductive, but after a time he managed to match his motion to hers, smoothing out his thrusting.
He withdrew a short section of his shank from Hanna's cunt and then slipped it back down again, adding a little dip with his hips just before the end of the stroke.
"Yeah, nice-very nice," Hanna cooed.
He increased the rhythm of his motion a bit-and the redhead stayed right with him. She slipped her hands around his back, cupped one around his neck and sent the other one way down over the cheeks of his ass to his balls. She began to toy with the dark, meaty sac there, squeezing it tenderly between her fingers-and Bobby flooded her face with a brace of wet, sucking kisses.
"Hanna, I-I...."
Bobby found himself wanting to tell the redhead that he loved her. What a crazy thing! She was probably old enough to be his mother. Still, there was no way to deny that she made him feel like no other woman had ever done. "Oh, Hanna-you are something else!"
"Fuck me, lover. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Hanna increased the rhythm of her rolling hips and rippling pelvis, wordlessly begging the boy to do the same. Bobby responded by driving his cock harder and harder into the gooey mass of pussy flesh.
He raised up on his knees, holding tight to the cheeks of Hanna's bottom. He cried out her name like a pagan priest invocating the name of his deity and began to ram away at her love hole with the screaming agony that was his fleshy invader. He drove it in, rippled it out, his enormous balls banging hotly against the quivering flesh of her flat, skinny bottom, sending ripples thundering through both their bodies.
Hanna began to moan as her orgasm began to take shape in the depths of her screaming cunt. I-I'm so close, lover," she cooed. I'm going to come. I-I ... oh, God, Bobby, it's so delicious! So-so...."
I'm there, too," the boy cried. "We can come together this time, Hanna. "We can-ohh, God, Hanna, I...."
It was impossible for either of them to tell who it was that went off first. Their orgasms were so intense and free, and they seemed to feed on one another, growing wilder and bolder with each passing second. They hit again and again-and yet again, each time with a distinct beginning, middle, and end, a-like only in the raw and sprawling intensity of their explosion. The boy's cock continued to shudder and jerk long after the last bit of jism had erupted from the face of his now flaccid prick.
Hanna thrashed about under him, moaning wildly, throwing her head from side to side as a series of after-orgasms worked their way from her body.
"Oh, God, Bobby," she cried. "That was so beautiful!"
"For me, too," the boy cried breathlessly. "Really, it was the most intense and-and...." He shrugged helplessly. "It was fantastic, lady. That's all I can really say-it was fantastic!"
He began to pull away from her, but Hanna tightened the grip she had around his back with her legs and curled her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body down tightly against her own once again. "Leave it in, lover," she cooed. 'It just feels so good, so very, very right!"
"Yeah, it sure as hell does!"
"Hey, hey-What's that I feel?" the redhead said with a grin. 'Is that thing starting to get hard again?"
"I-I can't be sure," the boy cried. "But it sure does feel like it, doesn't it?"
"It does, it does....
In less time than it takes to tell the boy's cock was hard again, bursting with a sense of anticipation and expectation that was-at best, a bit crazy. Hanna looked up at him with disbelief written on her face.
"It never happened like this before-getting hard so fast again," Bobby said.
"Your hammer thinks it's found a home," Hanna said with a giggle. "Well, baby-I'm ready!"
"Slow and easy again, Hanna?"
"No, not this time, lover!"
The boy let out a rebel yell and began to frail away at the redhead's snatch like a man being chased by a herd of pitch fork-wielding demons. He got up onto his knees again, dug the tips of his fingers savagely into her bottom and lifted her hips up against his grinding pelvis.
"Fuck me, lover," Hanna cried. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her snatch seemed to spring back to life, clutching frantically at his love meat, twisting and rolling, vibrating, wild with need and desire.
"Oh, damn-damn, damn," the boy cried.
"What is it, Bobby? What's wrong?"
"I can't hold it back, Hanna," he cried. "I'm about to come again!"
"Beautiful," Hanna cooed. I'm right there with you, Bobby. Let 'er go, baby!"
"Oh, Hanna-lover!"
A fresh set of orgasms stuck-and it was every bit as intense and wild, every bit as free swinging as the first. And once again it seemed to travel from body to body, feeding on itself, growing stronger and stronger with each fresh series of thundering spasms.
Finally Bobby seemed to collapse. Hanna let her legs slip from around his waist. They were both too drained of energy to do anything else, and so they lay there in each other's arms, panting, and after a moment they fell asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lilith Samualson was on Interstate 55, heading South on her way home for the summer before her tears hit. The idea of being separated from Kelly for ten weeks was very nearly more than she could bear.
She stopped outside Cape Giradeau to fill her tank and call her mother to let her know that she would be home a day and a half early. The operator allowed the phone to ring ten times before suggesting that the party was not at home, adding that the girl should try her call again later.
"Listen," Lilith said, "that number is a commercial establishment-the Crossroad's Motel. Someone must be there, operator. Please try the number again!"
This time the operator allowed the phone to ring twenty times. Still no answer. "Sorry, Miss, but..,"
"Yeah, okay," Lilith said, and hung up the receiver.
What's going on, mother dear? she mused.
She tried again as she crossed from Missouri into Arkansas. Still there was no answer. She was about to leave the phone booth when she decided to call the sheriff s office. Perhaps Rasco could tell her what was going on.
"Let it ring," Rasco said as he looked across his desk at True Fitzgerald.
"No, answer it," True said. "It could be important!"
Rasco picked up the receiver, moaning. "Sheriffs office," he said curtly. "Sheriff Zibel speaking!"
"Rasco," a voice said, "this is Lilith Samualson!"
"Well, hey, little lady," the sheriff said brightly. "Why you calling?"
"Is-oh, Rasco, is mother alright?"
"She was the last time I seen her-"bout three hours ago," Rasco said. "She was in fine spirits, Lilith. Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine, Rasco," the girl said. "It's just that I've been calling the motel for more than an hour now-and no one answers!"
"Line's probably messed up. Something I can do to help? You still at school?"
"No, I got an early start home," the redhead said. "I was trying to let mother know that I'd be there in about three more hours. You know how she hates surprises!" . , "Yeah, I-I sure do," Rasco said, and slowly shook his head from side to side. I'm sure she's alright. Don't you go worrying. And listen-I'll get word out to her that you're on your way. Okay?"
"Thanks a lot, Sheriff," Lilith said. I appreciate all your trouble, but it would ease my mind!"
"No trouble at all, Lilith!"
"Well, goodbye!"
"It'll be good to have you home," Rasco said. "Mandy will be real happy to see you. She's planning on enrolling at Sarah Brooks-Adkinson in the fall, you know?"
"Yeah, she wrote and told me," Lilith said. "Well, I'll make sure she gets shown around-meets all the right people. Goodbye again!"
"Goodbye, sweetheart...."
Rasco hung up the phone, picked it up again and dialed the deputy's station. "Virgil, what time are you off tonight?"
"Eleven o'clock, Sheriff," Virgil said. "Just like every other week day!"
"Well, look-I want you to go out to Miz Samualson's motel as soon as your off work and tell her that her daughter is coming in tonight and not Saturday morning!"
"Gee, Rasco-that's clear across town from where I live, you know," the deputy said.
"Maybe you'd like to go back to work for your stepdad, boy?" Rasco said angrily. "I hear he's in need of a hand or two at the saw mill!"
I'll give Miz Samualson your message, Sheriff!"
"That's more like it, Virgil," Rasco said as he looked over at True. "And listen, she might not be in her office. You try the door to her personal suite if you can't find her nowhere else, you hear?"
"Okay, Sheriff," Virgil said. "Is it okay if I call my wife and tell her I'll be a bit late? She-well, she worries if I ain't home right on tune!"
"Yes, Virgil. You may call!"
The sheriff returned the receiver to its cradle and smiled sheepishly. "Ain't none of my deputies overly bright," he said with a sigh, "but at least-as far as I know-they're all good, honest boys. Now, maybe we can talk without any further interruptions, True!"
"I-I brought the film into you, Rasco," the black woman said,, and began to rummage about inside her handbag for the plastic container. "We even had it developed!"
"What made you change your mind, True?"
"I wish the hell I knew, Sheriff," she said miserably. "I guess I just can't see how I can get out of one mess by getting into another one. Besides, no matter what those boys of Moses say, I don't believe that Frenchy LaDouse has you in his back pocket or on his payroll!"
"True, I'm on the county payroll-and that's all!"
"Yeah, well-I sure hope so, Rasco, because I could get Mark and Luke killed if ... oh, God in Heaven!"
"How much are the boys into Frenchy for?" Rasco said.
"Ten thousand dollars! I was going to draw it out of the bank; that's why we needed Moses in jail!"
The sheriff whistled low through his teeth. "I guess the old Frenchman is pretty upset with them, huh?"
"He said if they don't get the money to him by noon on Sunday he'll kill them both," True said. "Rasco, they ain't much good-neither one, but Moses-well, you know what he feels about them. He took it hard, real hard when Matthew was killed in Viet Nam and then Johnny went out to California to do whatever it is he wants to do!"
"Did the boys offer to pay him off so much a week?"
"Yeah, I-I guess, Rasco," True said. "They said something about giving him two hundred dollars a week until they had it paid off...."
Rasco picked up the telephone again and dialed a number. After a half-dozen rings a deep, sultry feminine voice answered. "The Frenchman's Place," she cooed.
"Yeah," Rasco said. "This is Sheriff Zimel. Let me speak to Mr. LaDouse, please. Tell him it's very important!"
The phone went dead for a few minutes and then Frenchy's voice came on the line. "Rasco," he said. "What can I do for you, my good man?"
"You can knock off that phony accent for one thing," the sheriff said, and laughed. "I remember when you and me was nothing but lap-babies arid the gang called you 'Gumdrop!'"
"Yeah, we do go back some, don't we, Blue?"
Rasco pressed a button on the phone, set the receiver back down in its cradle, and a red light came on at the face of the speaker next to the phone. "I need a favor, Frenchy!"
"Whatever it is, you've got it," Frenchy said. "Hey, wait-you ain't decided to cut yourself in for a piece of the action after all these years, have you, Blue?"
"Naw, nothing like that, Frenchy. It's Moses Fitzgerald's two boys-Mark and Luke!"
"Them clowns come running to you, Blue?"
"No-honest," Rasco said. "They don't even know. I'm aware of the situation. It was True, ole Moses' second wife-she came to me!"
"True, huh," Frenchy said. "Now, there's a fine woman for you, Rasco. I mean, she...."
"Ah-she's sitting right here in my office, Frenchy," the sheriff said quickly. True looked over at him and grinned, her eyes sparkling with a secret sense of delight.
"And you got the phone amplified," Frenchy said. Right?"
"That's it...."
"Hope I didn't say anything offensive, Miz Fitzgerald," the black man said. "No-nothing," True said.
"Look, Frenchy," Rasco said. "You know ole Moses has been feeling out of sorts ever since that one middle boy of his got killed in Viet Nam. Well, Miz Fitzgerald is afraid of what it might do to the old man if-ah, if anything unusual were to happen to Mark and Luke!"
"You telling me I've got to let those two deadbeats slide, Rasco?" the black man angrily. "Ten gees is...."
"I just don't want them killed," True said.
Frenchy laughed. "I guess I scared them good, huh?" he said. "Don't worry, ma'am-I wasn't really going to off them. But I want my money...."
"Could they pay it off at-say, two hundred dollars a week, Mr. LaDouse?"
"Two hundred a week?" Frenchy said. "At-ah, say eight percent interest!"
"How about a half percent on the uncollected balance each month?" Rasco said. "That's an honest eighteen percent or so for the loan of your money!"
"Okay, Blue-as a personal favor to you," Frenchy said. "But the first time they miss a payment I'll be calling on you to help me collect!"
"Hell, I can't pay my own bills," Rasco said, and laughed. I appreciate your cooperation, Gumdrop!"
"Yes, I do, too," True said. "And don't worry, Mr. LaDouse, I'll personally make sure those boys have the money to you each week!"
I really wouldn't have killed them, ma'am," the black man said. "I was only trying to scare them so they'd come up with what they owed!"
"Well, they were scared," True said.
"Listen, Blue," Frenchy said. "You tell them boys m expect to see them in my office with the first payment no later than a week from Friday. See you around, man!"
"Thanks again, Frenchy," Rasco said, and hung up the phone. "Feel better, True?"
"Just like that?" True said in amazement. I'm sure glad you're the sheriff, Blue!"
"Them boys could have saved everyone a lot of trouble if they had just come to me in the first place," Rasco said. "The ole Frenchman is a fair man-but he figures that people need to pay what they owe!"
"Nothing wrong with that," the black woman said.
"Well, I'm glad that I could help!"
"Rasco, there-well, there's something else Yd like to talk with you about," True said.
"If you're worried about news of what happened out on your place getting back to Moses-well, don't. You just forget it ever happened!"
"I'm only sorry about the way it happened, Blue," the woman said. "I-I really enjoyed it with you. Ihell, I'm no good at playing games, Rasco. The simple truth of it all is that I'd like you to make love to me again before I go back to Moses this evening!"
"True, I-I.. r
"Oh, we don't need to go through all that bullshit again, do we, Sheriff?"
"No, I guess not," Rasco said with a sigh. His cock was suddenly hard again, thrashing about wildly inside his pants. "I guess it's my turn to offer you your choice: the couch over there? the floor? or-hey, what about right here on top of this ole desk of mine?"
"The desk sounds like a real winner," the black woman said with a lusty sort of grin. "Yes, sir-a real winner!" She began to unbutton her blouse, enjoying the response the sheriff made to her action. "Maybe we ought to lock that door to the outside office before we get started. I'd sure hate to have anyone catch us!"
"Yeah, we'd better pull the curtain on the window, too!"
True's body glistened with sweat as Rasco pulled away from her, slid from the desk and collapsed with a grunt in a heap on the floor. "Oh, damn, sweet woman," he groaned. "That was so-so pure, so-so m....
"Wasn't it though?" True said. "I'm still tingling," Rasco said.
"Yeah, me, too," the black woman cooed happily. "I ain't been laid so beautifully since I left Chicago. You sure you ain't got some colored blood in you, Sheriff?"? She paused, chuckling. "I mean, I never thought that white man had that kind of staying power!"
"Sure, I've got colored blood," Rasco said. "Same color as you, True-redT
"You're sure huffing and puffing, Blue!"
"Yeah, well...." His words trailed off into a helpless sort of laugh. "Hell, woman, you make me feel like a seventeen-year-old boy all over again. Really, I-I'm stall all sort of quivering inside!"
"Too bad we didn't make it full circle," the black woman said in a seductive whisper. She cupped her hands under her enormous breasts, began to flick the side of her thumbs over the peaks of her dark, awesome nipples. "Really, too bad we didn't honky...."
"What the hell are you talking about, sweet woman?" Rasco demanded.
"Well, believe it or not," the woman giggled. "I just now thought of a way that we didn't do it! Yeah ... and it's a really fantastic way, too!"
"Impossible," the sheriff cried.
"No, it's the truth...."
"True, I hit every single orifice in that fantastic body," the sheriff said. "Ah-didn't I?"
"You didn't cream nay tits for me, lover!"
"Your tits," the sheriff said, and then groaned in frustration. "Oh, merciful heavens, how could I ever forget those fabulous things!"
"Is there something wrong with these milk factories of mine, lover?" the black woman said in a mock pout. "Most men find them-well, attractive!"
"They're fantastic, bitch," Rasco said, "and you know it all too well. It's just that-well, I'm really not up to another thing at the moment. Hell, I-I...."
"Please, lover...."
"Hey, face it, woman," Rasco said. "There isn't another orgasm left inside me. Really, True. I haven't got a drop of juice left in me!" He cupped his hands under his withered scrotal sac and squeezed his lifeless balls. "Nope, not a single drop of jism left!"
"Bullshit," the black woman said.
"But, True, I swear...."
"Tit fucking is a real gas, honky!"
All Rasco could do was moan.
True reached a hand out over the side of the desk, began to toy with one of Rasco's ears, running the tip of her dark finger all along the rim of that pink shell. "Cmon, lover-be sweet," she cooed. "Just one more timer
"Oh, God, True. . "
"Think of it as just another example of the white man's burden, Rasco. You know, bringing the light of truth and enlightenment to us members of the darker races!"
"Look, True, I-I ... oh, what the hell?" Rasco cried as he staggered to his feet and stared down into the smiling face of the beautiful woman. "I ought to know already that you aren't a broad to take a simple 'no' for an answer. I feel so bloody helpless!"
"You learn fast, lover," True said. "Go to the head of the class. Ohhh wheeee, and speaking of head-move a little closer so that I can get these lips wrapped around that roll of love meat one more time. C'mon, Rasco-m have that sweet soldier of yours ready for one final battle in no time!"
"Oh, God, woman," Rasco moaned as a shudder of resignation rippled through his body. "Okay-okay, just tell me where you want me!"
"You're cool right where you're at, for the moment," the black woman said as she rolled over onto her belly and reached out a hand to latch onto the sheriffs spent, withered tool. "Just come a bit closer, lover!"
She raised up on one elbow, tugged at the shank of his rod until he moved nearer to the desk. "I think I can feel a faint heart beat, lover," she giggled, and then placed a long, loving lass on the face of his cock. "Dr. True will save it!"
"You're wrong, True. Really, it's dead!"
True drew the head of his cock into her hungry mouth and began to suck away at it wildly. She cupped her. free hand under his scrotal sac and began to massage his tortured balls.
"Sweet mother of mercy," the sheriff moaned as he felt his cock springing back to life. It was almost as if True's lips and tongue, her hand-everything about her-had some sort of magical power over him, a power so strong that it could bring the dead back to life!
"Now, what was you 'saying about it being dead, honky?" the black woman cooed as she allowed his prick to slip from between her lips. "Look at that beautiful thing, lover. Hey, a hard-on like that would do a young boy proud, you know!"
"Yeah, I know...."
True flipped over onto her back, pressed the tips of her fingers against the outside of her breasts and pushed them together into a single, gigantic mound. "Well, what are you waiting for, Rasco?" she demanded. "Come get these milk jugs of mine!"
"Well, I-I ... right," the sheriff said. "But I'm afraid that even if my cock is ready for one final battle the rest of me is plum tuckered out, True!"
"Well, you just take all the time you need, lover," True cooed. "The sight of that pink roll rubbing against my black tits should be a real turn-on. Oh, yeah. I swear, the anticipation has my spunk running already!"
"Oh, God-God," Rasco moaned helplessly.
He climbed up onto the desk, straddled the black woman's body, his knees and legs pressed tightly against her hips and thighs. He hesitated for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief, and then dropped the battered shaft of his red, angry rod down in the valley that separated the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts. "I guess I'm ready...."
True pressed her fingers against the outside of her glands once again, and then snapped them against one another, enveloping the white man's cock in the firm, proud flesh of her bosom. Rasco began to sputter and moan as he felt that heavenly flesh began to grind against his tortured love meat.
"Oh, True-lover!"
"Hey, you can't expect me to do all the work," True said with a grin. "Move a little, will you!"
Rasco closed his eyes and began to roll his fleshy hip in undulation, gingerly wiggling the raw agony that was his prick about under the fantastic crush of her enormous bosom. The black woman began to turn and twist her breasts against his love meat, rippling the soft, clutching flesh vibrantly along the shaft and across the face.
"Oh, True...."
"Yeah, baby. For me, too!"
Rasco began to cry out with joy as he leaned forward on his hips and increased the rhythm of his movement. His cock began to sputter and jerk, thrashing about wildly, like a fish out of water.
"Hey, hey, hey," True said with a grin. "It looks as if you finally caught your second wind, Sheriff. Am I right about that, lover?"
"It ain't much of a wind, True ... but I'm mighty grateful for it!"
The black woman began to make loud, sucking noises, clicking her hot, pink tongue against the roof of her mouth and then darting it out between her full, ripe lips and wiggling it at the white man.
"Oh, True-lover," Rasco cooed.
"Move up a bit, lover," True cooed softly, "and I'll bet I can get at the face of that fantastic prick with the tip of my tongue. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes-yes, yes!"
"Well, do it...."
The pot-bellied man immediately leaned forward, driving the head of his manhood out through the crush of True's breasts near her throat. The black woman lifted her head, pressing her chin down against her chest, and then quickly flicked her tongue from her mouth and began to swirl it around and around the face of the sheriff's tool.
"Oh, True-oh, lover," Rasco cried.
The black woman continued to rub her fantastic glands against the shaft of his pecker while she drew the 'white man's glans down into her mouth. Suddenly Rasco reached out and grabbed her by the back of the head. He was about to drive his manhood full sail down into the hot, hungry cavern that was her mouth when True put a hand up against his enormous belly and stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Rasco demanded.
"I don't want it like that, Rasco," she said. "I want it lying between my boobs when you go off. I-I want to see your love juice spurting from your cock, covering my titties with gobs of jism. It's a real turn-on for me!"
"Oh, sure-anything you want," the sheriff said.
"Just let me lick it while you continue to fuck my tits," she said. "And then when you get close-well, you pull back a bit and I'll watch it happen!"
"Anything you say, True!"
Once again the black woman wrapped her breasts around the shaft of his cock while she sent her tongue slithering across the face. Rasco's body began to shudder and shake as he moved his hips in a wild, frantic arc and drove his tool mercilessly against the soft, billowy crush of her breasts. He closed his eyes once again, moaning with joy as sweat flowed from his body and dripped down onto the woman under him. His balls were hard and tight, threatening to burst open at the seams as he felt yet another orgasm-his eighth or ninth, he couldn't remember which-begin to form deep down in the depths of his soul.
"I-I guess it's time, True," he cried. "I-I'm going to come again!"
True sucked her tongue back into her mouth, released her breasts and then pushed Rasco back a bit, just enough so that the head of his tool was lying in the center of her bosom. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as it began to move convulsively, thrashing about, sputtering from breast to breast, back and forth, back and forth. She felt the warning tremors of his orgasm rip wildly through his body, and then it hit-a wild, thundering climax that sent gobs and gobs of murky love juice spurting frantically across her dark, pulsing breasts in a shotgun pattern.
"Oh-oh, God," the sheriff cried as he rocked from side to side on top of the black woman, moaning and crying. "I-I can't believe it. Ohhhhhh, wow...."
He looked down into her brightly smiling face, at the gobs of murky goo that covered her, and began to laugh. "What a sight that is," he cried. "Oh, God what a crazy, impossible thing!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lilith turned on the light in her mother's bedroom, looked down at the naked bodies of her mother and the young boy with the shoulder-length blond hair. "Huh-what?" Hanna muttered. "Lilith-oh, God; what are you doing here?"
"Discovering what sort of mother I have, I guess," the girl cried. "Mother, I-I...."
Hanna came up from the bed, started to slip into her robe when she felt a gob of the boy's love juice drop from the lips of her vulva and run down onto her thighs.
"Oh, Mother-Mother," Lilith cried, and then turned on her heels and raced out of the room.
Hanna grabbed a hand towel from the night stand, wiped her thighs and pussy and then hurled the towel across the room as anger and frustration exploded in side her. She looked down at Bobby, still sleeping contentedly, and grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.
"What's going on?" the boy cried as he tried to open his eyes. "Is it time to get my bus already, Hanna?"
"Oh, no, but...." Hanna froze. What was she going to do? "Cmon; get dressed. "I've got to get you another room. My daughter came home early. She-oh, God, kid; she saw us together in bed. Cmon, Bobby-move your ass!"
Hanna raced out of the room, went searching through the complex of buildings for her daughter. She found her in the laundry room, her hands covering her face, crying frantically.
"Baby-baby," she cooed as she tried to slip an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I'm sorry that you saw that. I-hey, cmon-it's not such a terrible thing!"
"He's just a kid, mother," Lilith cried. I mean, is that the best you can do?"
"Wait, baby-let me try to explain!"
"Explain what?" Lilith demanded as she shoved her mother away. "That my own mother is just another Malloy whore. And after all the things you say about grandma and Aunt Nancy. I-I...." Once again Lilith buried her face in her hands. "Go away, Mother. Just leave me alone!"
"Look, I know that you're upset, Lilith," Hanna said. "I still won't be talked to in that tone ... and I won't have you calling me names, either!"
"But you are a whore! WHORE, WHORE...."
"STOP IT, LILITH!"
"A BABY FUCKER, TOO.
"Look, I-I'm warning you, young lady," Hanna said, her face twisted in pain. "I won't take that. Stop it; you stop calling me names!"
"WHORE-BABY-FUCKING WHORE!"
Hanna lashed out in anger at her daughter, cracking her hard across the face with her opened hand. Lilith pulled away from her, fire dancing in her eyes.
"I guess that solves that," the girl cried.
"Just what is that suppose to mean?" Hanna demanded.
"It means I'm too old for you to slap, mother," the girl sputtered. "It means I'm splitting...."
"No, baby," Hanna cried. "Please, I-I'm sorry that I hit you. I had to stop you from calling me those horrible names. Things will look different in the morning, sweetheart. C'mon, I think we could both use a drink of whiskey!"
Hanna reached out to take her daughter's hand, but the girl shoved her away. "I wouldn't mind so much if it were a man-but a boy, a baby. All those stories I heard about you as I was growing up, about how you made Rasco turn over young prisoners to you so you could use them for stud service-they were true," Lilith said. "What a fool I've been. When I think of all the times I tried to defend you ... oh, God, what a bloody ass I was!"
"Please, baby-at least give me a chance to explain!"
"At least Grandma Malloy and Aunt Nancy never tried to pretend that they were anything other than what they were-a family of whores," Lilith said. "Tell me, mother, were you ever really married to my father or was he just another one of the studs you picked to fuck you?"
"STOP IT, LILITH...."
"Or what? You'll hit me again? I'm not the least bit afraid of you, mother. All I am is sick-sick and so ashamed that I want to hide in a hole!"
Lilith stood up, pushed her way past her mother and walked out of the room. Hanna followed close behind her, pleading with the girl to stay and talk, to at least give" her a chance to explain her side of things.
"I never want to see you again, Hanna," she said as she stormed out into the parking lot and climbed back behind the wheel of her rented car. "You can burn whatever possessions of mine you find. And don't try to stop me!"
"You can't be serious, Lilith! Where will you go?"
"Oh, no," the girl sputtered angrily as she started the engine of the car. "Just watch me...." She jerked the gears into "R" and zoomed out onto the road with a squeal of tires. She stopped, put the car in drive and then roared out of the driveway and into the street.
Hanna raced back to her office, picked up the phone and dialed the sherifFs office!
Mandy was watching a movie on television when Rasco finally arrived home. It was a few minutes before midnight. "Hey, I have a message for you," she said as she hopped up from the sofa and raced over to her father. "Your deputy, Virgil, he called here to say that he couldn't find Miz Samualson at the motel. He said to tell you he looked everywhere for her!"
"Hummmmmm," Rasco said, and tugged thoughtfully at his bottom hp. "I guess maybe I'd better take a run out there and see if something is wrong. Is your mother asleep?"
"That's another thing, daddy," the girl said. "She moved all your stuff into the spare bedroom. She got real angry with me because I refused to help her!"
"Oh, that does it," Rasco snarled.
He raced up the stairs to the second floor, tried to open the door to the bedroom he had shared with his wife for more than twenty years only to find that it was locked. "Fidelity," he cried, and began to pound his fists against the heavy slab of solid oak. "You'd better open this door, woman. Damn it, Fidelity-I'm not kidding. Open up...."
"All your things are in the spare room," the woman cried. "I won't share my bed with an animal. Now, you go away from the door and just let me be!"
"Are you going to open this fucking door?" Rasco snarled. "Or do I have to break it down?"
"Go away, Rasco. Please go away!"
The sheriff began to kick at the door with the heel of his heavy boot. The wood began to splinter near the lock and then the door banged open. Rasco stormed into the room and looked down at the terror that filled his wife's face. "No one locks me out of my own room, you silly cunt," he cried through clenched teeth. "No one, no one...."
"What are you going to do, Rasco?"
"Something I should have done a long, long time ago, you sexless hulk," the sheriff cried. 'I'm going to get the hell out of here and find a woman who Wants more out of life than a television set and candy bars!"
"You mean-a divorce, Rasco?" Fidelity cried. "You mean you're breaking up our marriage? I-I can't believe you'd do anything like that!"
"Just watch me, bitch," Rasco said. I'll get a room out at the Crossroads Motel until I can find an apartment or something. I should have done it years ago!"
"What about Mandy?"
"That's up to her," Rasco said. "But if she wants to come with me you'd better not try to stop her. "I swear, I'll kill you if you do!"
Fidelity's bottom lip began to tremble as she shook her head in wonder. "This can't be happening," she cried. "No, it can't-it really can't!" She got up from the bed, waddled over to her husband and tried to throw her arms around his waist but he shoved her away. "I-I love you, Rasco. Really, I-I love you!"
"You don't even know what the word means!"
"I-I'll change, Rasco," the woman cried. "Really, m try to make myself into whatever it is you want Please-oh, God, Rasco-don't leave me. I-I need you so. I don't have any life without you!"
"You don't have any life now," Rasco said. "The only thing that's scaring you right now is how you'll explain all of this to the ladies of the church. Well, tell them your husband turned into an animal. Tell them that he tried to rape you. Tell them-tell them any fucking thing you want. They'll understand why you had to throw me out. And that's what you will tell them, Fidelity-that you threw me out!"
"No, Rasco, I-I love you," the woman cried, and threw herself at her husband's feet and wrapped her fat arms around his thighs. I'll change, you'll see. You've got to give me a chance to change. Please, Rasco...."
"How will you change?"
"Sex, I-I'll give it to you as often as you want," the woman cried. "I swear-every single day, if that's what you want. And I'll really try to share it with you. You'll have to help me, but-please, Rasco. Oh, God, I wouldn't have any reason to live if you left me!"
"You really mean what you're saying?"
"Yes, yes-oh, God, yes!" y
"Let's see you prove it?"
Fidelity looked confused, immobilized by his words. "Yes, fine-anything, darling. Just tell me how!"
"Take my prick from my pants and kiss it?"
"Alright," Fidelity cried as she reached up for the catch on the zipper of his fly. "I'll kiss it, Rasco. I'll do more than that. I'll-I'll...."
She zipped open his fly, reached inside his pants and shorts and curled her stubby fingers around the shaft of his flaccid prick. She hesitated for a momen her whole body trembling with a fear more awesome than anything she had ever known before, and then pulled his manhood through the opening and immediately took it into her mouth, retching like crazy.
"Okay, okay," Rasco said as he pushed her head away from his prick. "Look, I-I've got to go out for a while. There may be some trouble out at Hanna Samualson's place. "I'll expect ah my stuff to be moved back into this room by the time I get back. One thing more-don't you ever lock that door on me again!" He hooked his fingers under Fidelity's armpits, helped her to her feet. Now that he had calmed down he felt a bit foolish about the whole thing. Still, he was glad that it had happened. Maybe, just maybe she would change.
"I love you, Rasco!"
He was about to kiss her when he heard the phone begin to ring. "Daddy," Mandy called from the first floor. "It's Hanna Samualson, and she sounds upset!"
"I'll take it up here, baby," the sheriff said.
The sheriff was on his way out to the Crossroads Motel when he saw the little Pinto lying on its side in a field about sixty yards from the road. He turned on the headlights, killed the engine on the cruiser and raced over to the wreck. "Oh, God, Lilith," he cried as he jerked the door open. "Say something, Lilith. Lilith, Lilith...? , The redhead stirred, opened her eyes. "Hey, Rasco," she said, "I guess I lost control of the car!"
Rasco reached inside and slipped his arms under her legs and back. "You hurt bad, Lilith?" he cried.
"No, I-I don't think so," the girl said. "Help me to get out of here, huh?"
"Hey, maybe Yd better call an ambulance first, Lilith," the sheriff said. "You could be hurt inside-internal bleeding or something!"
"Just help me out, Rasco," the girl said. "I hit my head on the windshield or something and knocked myself out-but I'm alright I guess I was driving too fast!"
"Your mother told me you two had a fight!"
"Yeah-listen, Rasco," the girl said. "I-I've got to talk with her. I said a whole lot of stupid things. Can you run me out to the motel and...."
"You're going to the hospital, young lady," Rasco said. "I'll have your mother meet us there!"
"But I'm alright, Rasco. Really! I don't think there's any need for a hospital. I really have to tell my mother how sorry I am about-about-oh, boy ... wow, my head is spinning like a top. I guess maybe you're right!"
Hanna had pulled a coat over her nightgown before she came in the hospital. She was barefoot, sitting at the side of her daughter's bed when Lilith finally opened her eyes. "Oh, Mother-Mother," she cried, and held her arms out to Hanna. I'm so sorry about what I said. It-it ... oh, Mother, I'm so very, very sorry!"
"Hey, no-listen, Lilith," Hanna said. I'm the one who should be apologizing. It must have been a terrible thing, to walk in and see me all naked and-and everything!"
"It just threw me, seeing you with that boy," Lilith said. "I guess I went crazy for a moment!"
"Shhhhh, baby," Hanna said. "We'll talk about it-all about it some other time. Hey, can you see who's in the bed next to you there?"
"Oh-wow," Lilith cried with a grin. "Aunt Nancy, what are' you...." She paused for a moment, shrugging. "I know-Uncle Billy caught you in bed with some dude again!"
"So, what else is new?" Nancy said.
"The doctors said you're going to be fine, baby," Hanna said. "A few minor bruises. They're going to release you the first thing in the morning!"
I'm pretty tired, Mother-Aunt Nancy," the girl said. "I feel-whoozie!"
"They gave you a painkiller," Nancy said. "You go on back to sleep. Your mother and I will be here at your side when you wake up again!"
"But that's silly," Lilith said. "Mother really ought to go home!"
"No, Lilith, I...."
"You can pick me up in the morning," the girl said, "Like I told Rasco, we've got a lot to talk about!"
"But you're not going to leave, are you?"
"In the morning, Mother-we'll talk in the morning," the girl said, and patted the older woman's hand. I've got a thing or two to tell you, too. Hell, you may not want me to stay after I tell you!"
"Never, baby. Not in a million years!"
"Well see...."
"I love you, Lilith!"
"I love you, too, Mother...."
"Maybe I'm not doing it right, Rasco," Fidelity said as she allowed Rasco's cock to slip from between her lips. "It don't seem to want to get hard
"Well, it's been a long, hard day, baby," Rasco said.
"I'll keep trying 'til I get it, though," the woman said.
"It might take all night...."
"So-it takes all night," Fidelity said. "Rasco, I was wondering if perhaps you might lick my pussy for me while I'm getting you hard, Do a-ah, a sixty-nine, I think it's called. I've got the wildest sort of itch down there. Really, it's terrible!"
