Money and women were all that mattered to Grim, and he had no scruples when it came to getting either of them-whether it meant robbing a bank or kidnapping the bank teller, Melissa. In his book. The Moral Interregnum, Max Lerner writes: "In America the cultural life goals-success, competition, power, prestige, security, happiness-speak more loudly than the moral codes. The indices of belonging are belongings. What gives a person status is less integrity than success; what drives him is the emulation of the possessors; what is likely to fill his thoughts is not the right way of life but new access to the goods of life."
CHAPTER ONE
She had long black hair and innocent blue eyes. But to hell with that, it was her tits that attracted him. The way they jiggled beneath her jersey dress. Yes, very appealing, very sensuous, like giant marshmallows, soft and squishy....
"May I help you, sir?" she asked, looking up into his face.
"Yeah, this is a stick-up."
"A what?"
"A stick-up, lady. Hand over all your money." Hadn't this bank ever been robbed?
"Oh, well, I'll have to ask Mr. Peabody. He's the...." She looked a little flustered.
Grim drew himself up to the teller's cage. "Lookit, lady, I came to rob this bank, see? Now, you don't have to ask Mr. Peabody's permission ... just reach into that drawerful of money there and give it to me-all of it. Now!"
"Oh," she sighed, looking at him with awe. "You're a ... a ... bank robber...." She stood there, dumbfounded.
"Christ!" Grim muttered, nervously clutching his concealed weapon. "Yes, that's right, lady. Look-just give me the money-please?" He looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"H-h-have you got a gun?" she stammered.
"Girl, you are unreal, you know that? Unreal. Look, just do as I say and nobody will get hurt, you hear? Just give me the bread."
She nodded her head stupidly. "Bread, ah, yes, sir. Give you the bread." Slowly, she opened the cash drawer and reached in. She started counting out the bills.
"Aahh, that's okay ... no need to count it, just put it all in a sack," he whispered hoarsely.
"Oh, well, I'll have to go back to the stockroom and get one. We don't keep them up here," she explained courteously. Her breasts jiggled at him invitingly.
Grim tried a new tactic. "What's your name, girl?"
"Melissa," she blushed.
"Okay, Melissa, if you don't give me the money, I'm going to report you to Mr. Peabody. You wouldn't want me to do that, now would you?"
"Oh, no, sir! Please don't do that. I don't want to lose my job; this is my first day."
"That's what I thought. Now, be a good girl and just hand me all the big bills, nice an' easy like." He rolled his eyes.
She handed him three hundred-dollar-bills and six fifties, then sighed, "I just hope I'm doing the right thing."
"Thanks, doll. See you around." Grim pocketed the money and headed for the door, keeping his eyes straight ahead and ignoring the guard at the door.
"Good afternoon, sir," the guard said, smiling as he opened the door for Grim. "Come back again."
"Sure. See ya later," Grim replied, deciding everyone in the whole goddamn bank was stupid. He was quick to slip into the midst of the fast-moving crowd on the sidewalk.
About a block down the street he heard the girl's voice coming up from the rear.
"Oh, mister! Hey, mister!"
Panic gripped him. This was the end, he knew. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her running down the sidewalk after him, her boobs jiggling like crazy, her miniskirt flying up past her crotch. "Oh, I'm glad I caught you. You left your sunglasses."
Grim rubbed his hand over his face, exasperated. He stared into her innocent face and growled, "You're coming with me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her along through the crowd.
"Oh, no, I couldn't do that. Why, I don't even know your name! And my job...."
"Lady, they were going to fire you anyway. I'm doing you a favor."
"How do you know that?" she asked, trotting to keep up with his brisk pace.
"Mr. Peabody's a friend of mine." He chuckled, thinking things weren't so bad after all-lots of money, a luscious broad to screw, and no witnesses. "You eat, baby?" he asked with a leer.
"Yes, I just got back from lunch about an hour ago."
"No, I mean cock."
She looked bewildered. "What's a cock?"
Grim didn't reply. He turned at the next corner, pulled her into the nearest alley and dropped his pants, proudly displaying his long, thick penis. "That's a cock."
She looked around nervously. "Gee, mister, you're not supposed to do that-I mean, people can see your ... thing," she blustered. Her eyes were nearly popping out of her vacuous head.
"Don't call me mister. The name's Grim." He stuffed his cock back into his pants, realizing this girl had a long way to go. But there was no hurry. Now that he had her, he planned to keep her awhile, figuring he could sweet-talk her out of turning him in. He grabbed her hand and gave her rump a squeeze to get her moving again in the direction of his hotel.
Melissa was quiet the rest of the way, trotting obediently alongside him. Probably still wondering what she was supposed to suck, Grim mused humorlessly. He hopped a bus and asked her if she had any change.
"Oh, ah, no, I left my purse back at the-"
"Never mind," he interrupted hastily. He handed the astonished bus driver a fifty-dollar bill.
"I can't take that," the old man said. "We don't carry change for that kind of money on a bus."
A crushing crowd closed in on them, shoving to get into the bus. A dirty old man pinched Melissa's behind, thinking no one would notice.
She shrieked, and Grim charged. In the melee that followed, Grim pocketed an old lady's purse and handed the fare to the confused bus driver. He pulled the blushing Melissa toward the back of the bus, pausing to punch the dirty old man in the face when no one was looking.
He found a seat at the back and they sat down for the ride. Melissa looked out the window silently. Grim ignored her for the time being and took out the money to count it-including the contents found in the purse. He now had six-hundred-dollars to his name. He handed the empty purse to Melissa.
"Why, thank you," she said wonderingly. "It's ah, very nice." She brushed the dust off it and tucked it under her arm. "You're really a nice person," she said admiringly.
"Yeah, I can be a lot nicer, too," he leered. He leaned closer to her and slipped his hand under her skirt. She sat perfectly still as he ran his fingers up her thigh, then slid a finger under the elastic of her panties. He stroked her wiry fuzz lazily as he watched the expression on her face. She turned her face away from him so he couldn't see her blush, and squirmed in her seat.
He pushed his finger into her slit and toyed with her clitoris. Secretly, she let her legs fall apart loosely and closed her eyes. Her breath was coming faster, and Grim feasted his eyes upon her rising breasts. In and out, in and out, breasts up and down, finger in and out, rubbing her slimy clit, swirling in her hot juice-which had begun to dribble down onto the seat. She slid further down into the seat, panting.
Grim pushed his whole hand into her crotch and rubbed her vigorously with his thumb while his forefinger plugged her hole, pumping in and out of her rapidly.
Melissa's eyes rolled in her head and she said weakly, "I ... I think I'm going to ... Aaaah, ooooh, yes, more, a little more, oh, I'm ready to...."
She creamed all over his hand, her hips jerking this way and that, the juice pumping out onto his hand. It was a sticky situation all right. Grim fought the urge to bury his mouth into her crotch before God and everyone. Later. There was time for that later. He continued to rub her soft little mound furiously, until she couldn't come any more. Finally he pulled his hand out and wiped it off on her skirt. "Good, huh?" he snickered.
"Oh, yes," she whispered breathlessly. "That was nice."
"We'll do it some more, later. C'mon, let's go."
The bus slowed down and they hopped off in front of his hotel. Melissa squirmed her way into the lobby, as her wet panties were beginning to bother her. He tugged her up three flights of stairs and finally pulled her into his room, locking the door behind him. Then he grinned at her lecherously.
"Now it's my turn, sweetie. Why don't you get undressed while I fix myself a drink. You don't drink, I suppose?" he added thoughtfully.
"Ah, no. No thanks. Do you have any Coke?" she asked, sweetly.
"Fuck it." He walked back into the dingy kitchen and downed a shot of whiskey. It burned. Jesus, he wheezed. He poured another and carried it out to her. "Try it anyway," he said, handing it to her.
"Well, just this once...." She took a tiny sip and grimaced. "Aaagh, cough, cough," she sputtered. She swallowed the whole thing in the next gulp. "That's good," she hacked, then belched loudly.
"Now, we'll just take these old clothes off and make ourselves comfortable," he said persuasively. He unzipped her dress and let it slide off her body and fall to a heap on the floor. Next came the bra-he stopped to fondle her breasts lovingly-and last, her panties, hose, and garter belt.
She stood before him in the buff, and he walked around her admiring her from every angle. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked timidly. "Fuck you-what else?"
"Oh, no, you can't do that. I'm a virgin. I can't do that till I get married," she said fearfully.
"Well, in that case," he pondered, "I'll have to think of something else." Hell, she had more than one hole anyway.
He shucked off his clothes and led her over to the bed. Reluctantly, she let him push her down onto it. "Lookit, I made you feel good on the bus, didn't I?"
She nodded her head, but her eyes were still shining with fear.
"Well, this time won't be no different. You just settle back and do what I tell you, okay?"
She faltered. "Okay-if you promise...."
"I promise." He began masturbating his prick as she watched with fascination. He waved it in front of her mouth, and as she opened it in surprise, he promptly plopped it in.
"There, baby," he soothed, melting slightly from the hot warmth of her mouth around his prick, "This is what you're supposed to suck. Now, you be careful not to bite down, sweetheart."
Melissa was gagging, and the contractions her throat made excited him even more. He caught her hair in his hands and pulled her head smack against his belly, rubbing her nose in his wiry hair. Now his cock was halfway down her throat. "Ever had your tonsils tickled this way?" he laughed cruelly.
Melissa shook her head in silent reply-which was all she could do anyway. Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks, and her stomach was about to erupt. But then so was his cock. They erupted together, his semen going down and her vomit coming up. It met halfway up her throat and mingled together oozily, then finally slid down and subsided, retreating to her belly.
He pulled it out with a loud Splonge! Whoooosh!
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he crooned hotly. He wiped her face with some nearby toilet paper.
"Blaaaaaghhh," she retched. Then, "Well, if you liked it...."
"Oh, I did, honeypot, that's for sure. Now, let's have another drink, huh? It'll help calm you down-make a world of difference."
He brought a bottle out from the kitchen, took a heavy slug from it, then handed it to her.
Femininely, she poured some into her shot glass and sipped it. It went down easily now that her throat was coated. She looked up at him over the rim of the glass, her gaze falling on his now-shriveled cock.
"You like that, huh? Why don't you play with it a little?"
Her hand trembling slightly, she reached out and touched it. It jumped, and so did she. "My goodness," she slurred, her voice getting thick with liquor, "it's alive!"
"That it is for sure. Go on and hold it in your hand. Play with it a little for me, okay?"
Just as she took it in her hand, the door burst open.
"Grim Alkin, what the fuck is going on?" squeaked the man in the doorway.
For a brief moment there was total silence as Melissa looked uncertainly up at Grim, who looked uncertainly toward the man, who looked enraged himself. Suddenly, he charged toward them. "Goddamn you, Grim, I turn my back on you for one hour and you screw off on me." He beat his limp fists against Grim's naked chest. "With a broad, no less," he added angrily. "You're supposed to be robbing a bank, remember? Hell, I shoulda known you wouldn't do it. I do all the work around here, brains-wise especially, and what do I get for it-you no-good-son-of-a-bitch...."
Grim casually picked the man up by his shirt collar and lifted him up to meet his gaze. "Now, Rocky, don't go getting yourself all excited like that. You know that annoys me to no end. I'm just havin' a little fun, and anyway, I already robbed the bank just like you said."
"You did?" Rocky blinked, suddenly hanging motionless. Then he recovered. "Well, where did she come from then?" He pointed toward Melissa contemptuously.
"She's from the bank too. I brought her along so we could have some fun," Grim said innocently.
"So I see," spat Rocky, looking around the room and noticing the rumpled bed, smelly underwear, and lacy bra hanging from a chair.
Melissa jiggled her boobs uncomfortably and started to pick up her things. "I guess I'll go if you don't want me here." She looked at the two men bewilderingly. "I didn't know-" She didn't know what she didn't know, but something was not right. "I mean, I don't want to be any trouble-"
"You hold on a minute, Melissa," Grim said gruffly. He dropped Rocky abruptly. "Look here, Rocky. This girl's got no place to go, and you're sure as hell not going to run her off. Why, without her, I could never have pulled off the bank job."
Rocky looked mollified. "Oh yeah?" He turned to give Melissa a second look. "Is that right?"
Melissa beamed proudly.
"That's right. And from now on she's going to be our accomplice, isn't that right, Melissa?"
Melissa looked up at him brightly. "Well, if you're sure you want me, I mean if you're sure I won't be any trouble...."
Rocky kicked a beer can across the floor. "Yeah, that's just great. Now we got to split the dough up three ways."
Grim interrupted. "Just hold on a minute, Rocky." He turned to Melissa. "How much were you making at the bank, baby?"
Melissa thought a moment, counted on her fingers, and said, "$1.65 an hour."
"Watch this, Rocky." Grim nudged Rocky with his elbow, then, smiling sweetly at Melissa, he said, "How would you like to work for us? I mean, now that you don't have no job or nothing, we'll hire you and even give you a raise. How about $1.75 an hour when you're on duty, and we won't charge you no rent and you can eat free too? That's a mighty fine offer, if I do say so myself," he said grandly.
"My," Melissa said breathlessly. "It sure is! Gee, $1.75 an hour to start! That's just fine with me."
"You don't have no relatives or nuthin here do you?" Grim asked suspiciously.
"No, my mother died when I was a kid, and my pa lives back on the farm in Nebraska. I came to the big city to get rich and go back and give it to my pa," she ended brightly.
Grim smiled. "Well, that's a noble ambition all right. Yes, sir, you stay with us and you'll be rolling in the dough-ours that is," he grinned.
Rocky couldn't believe his ears. What a dumb broad. Jesus Christ. Aloud, he said, "You're very generous, Grim. There's just one thing. What the hell is she gonna do for her $1.75 an hour?"
Grim mulled this over in his mind. Then he got an idea. "Melissa, baby, you got a car?"
Melissa frowned. "I almost forgot about it. Yes, I do, but it's just an old station wagon. 1966 Ford, I think." She started to dress, "I'll go get it now-it's back at the bank."
Grim smiled triumphantly. "That's okay. Me an' Rocky can pick it up later." He turned to Rocky. "See, you ain't the only one with brains." He patted him on the ass, gently.
Rocky persisted. "So she's got a car, so what?"
Grim sighed, annoyed. "She'll drive the get-away car-got it? I'm gettin' tired of hopping a bus after every job, you know."
"Oh," Rocky said, beginning to see the light. "I see. By the way, Grim, how much money did you get?"
Nonchalantly, Grim pulled the bills out of his pocket. "A clean six hundred. How does that grab you?"
For the first time since Rocky had made his grand entrance in the room, he smiled. "Not so bad-and she helped, huh?"
Melissa smiled softly. "It wasn't nothing to it." But she wondered just what she had done. The whole thing was sort of confusing, for sure.
"Anyway, don't worry about Melissa. She's a virgin, and we hardly messed around at all." Grim dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and started getting dressed.
Rocky gave Melissa one last dubious look, and then gave up, going into the kitchen to pour himself a drink. "You aready to talk over the next job?" he hollered out to Grim.
"Shit," Grim grumbled. "I'm ready to blow town and have a little fun for a change. What the hell? We got enough for a while don't we?"
Rocky came back into the room with the bottle in his hand. He took a slug, sputtered, and set it down. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Trouble is, there ain't no pricks in this town. No pricks, and you won't let me touch your bod. It's enough to make a queer go straight." He eyed Melissa, then shook his head. "Nope, have to get drunk first." He took another slug.
"Damn you, Rocky, with all this horny talk, you're makin' me hot again." Grim rubbed his crotch and looked at Melissa speculatively.
"Well, isn't that just too bad," Rocky spat viciously. "You're sure as hell not going to screw her in front of me-and I'm not leavin'. That leaves me!" he concluded brightly.
"The hell it does, you sonofabitch." Grim opened his fly and pulled his cock out, slapping away Rocky's greedy little hand. "I can take care of myself," he muttered. He began jacking off, caressing his cock reverently, up and down, up and down.
"Shit!" Rocky threw up his hands in disgust and left the room.
Melissa, who had been shifting around in her chair nervously while they were arguing, coughed quietly.
Grim opened one eye and looked at her.
She smiled, nervously, wondering what to do.
"Oh, yeah, kid, get a dime out of my pant's pocket over here and go on downstairs and buy yourself a Coke. Just get back up here before dark, you hear?"
Melissa nodded happily, picked up the dime and skipped out the door. Humming sweetly to herself she started down the stairs, wondering where the Coke machine was. When she got to the second level landing, a door burst open behind her, and Melissa dropped her dime in surprise. It landed right at the feet of an elderly lady who was planted squarely in the doorway. Her breath stank up the whole hallway with the scent of wine, and through bleary eyes she looked down at the dime and said, "Whash tha dime fer, missy?"
Melissa bent down to pick it up, and was instantly overwhelmed by the smell exuding from the woman's cunt-a scant few inches from her face.
Despite the woman's drunken condition, she stamped her foot over the dime before Melissa could retrieve it.
Melissa looked up at her in surprise. "What did you do that for?"
The old lady cackled. "What'll you give me if I let you have the dime?" She leered down at Melissa, who was still kneeling in front of her.
"Why, I...." Melissa faltered.
The old woman swooped down and, taking her foot off the dime, she grabbed it in her bony fingers. It plunked down the front of her dress and landed in her brassiere.
"That was for my Coke. I'm supposed to go downstairs for a Coke and get back before dark," Melissa wailed.
"Well, you're downstairs now, ain't cha? An' I got some Coke. So you can come on in and I'll let you have it fer sure," she chuckled.
Melissa smiled. "I guess that would be okay." She followed the old lady into the room and sat down when she was motioned to the couch.
"I'll go get it for you right now, you just sit tight, honey."
The old woman disappeared into her kitchen, and peeking back to see if Melissa was watching, poured two shots of rum and Coke into an old jelly jar. Smirking, she brought it out and handed it to Melissa.
"Whash your name, kid?" she asked.
"Melissa Weatherby," Melissa answered politely, taking the drink in her hand.
"Nice to meetcha, Melissa. They call me Lulubell. I used to be in show biz ya know-thas where I got the name. Yessir, I was the greatest stripper of all times," she looked down at her withered body sadly, "course you cain't tell it none these days."
Melissa, trying to cheer her up, said. "Well, I think you have a nice body."
Lulubell leered at her, "Ya do?" She moved over next to Melissa and sat down beside her. "Well, thas a nice thing to say to me. I really appreciate it, dearie. Would you like to see one of my old routines?"
"Sure," replied Melissa, sniffing the peculiar odor emanating from the woman's smelly armpits. "That would be nice." She took a sip of her Coke and coughed slightly.
The woman looked at her suspiciously. "You won't laugh at me, will ya?"
Melissa looked at her bewildered. "Why would I do that?"
"Just checkin', girl." Lulubell went over to the record player and put on an old 78 rpm. "This'll warm you up while I change into my little outfit. Be right back," she winked, then disappeared into another room.
"The St. Louis Blues" blared out as the old record player's tubes lit up, and Melissa leaned back comfortably against a protruding cushion-spring and had another sip of her drink.
Before the record had finished, the door opened and out stepped the old woman. Melissa gasped in surprise.
Lulubell stepped out into the middle of the room and posed, asking Melissa coyly, "How do I look?"
Melissa took it all in; the flopped-on, brassy-red, oily-looking wig, the heavy makeup and violet lips, the moth-eaten orange velvet dress with matching gloves, a chartreuse-green plumed cap with matching green slippers, missing the heels, and a once-white but now-yellow rabbit fur stole draped haphazardly around her shoulders.
When Melissa regained her speech, she said, "Why, you don't look like the same person-"
"Yes, yes," Lulubell interrupted. "It's a wonder what makeup can do for us girls, dontcha think?"
Melissa nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, on with the show," Lulubell said gaily. She pulled the blinds shut and turned on a low red light. "I used to have this light on the door, but I'm gettin' to old fer that now." The music changed into a swanky little blues number, and Lulubell began slinking around the room.
Through the dim light, Melissa could barely make out the details of Lulu's performance, the whole thing coming on rather grotesque and unreal. However, Melissa acted appreciative as Lulu paraded in front of her, removing one glove at a time ... then the dress, lacy bra and holey panties. In a matter of seconds, Lulu was entirely naked!
Melissa stared at her tremendous sagging breasts, her thickened, fat-rolled middle, and the massive black bush that grew rampantly between her heavy, lumpy thighs-only partially covering the enormous hanging lips of her slit. Lulu came over to the couch and sat down on its edge, dropping her head to Melissa's covered breast. "Do you like me?" she murmured.
"Don't! Don't touch me!" Melissa shrieked as she felt the surprising feathery touches of the woman's lips on her bosom.
Lulu yanked off Melissa's blouse and began suckling at her nipple. Suddenly Melissa was helpless as she felt Lulu's fingertips flitting over her belly, then her tongue tracing down between her breasts, down, down to the fringe of her pussy hair, nibbling at her cunt-lips.
Instantaneously, an orgasm bolted through her body, sending convulsive shudders rippling over her flesh as Lulu continued to massage her clitoris with her tongue. One after another, until unable to bear the uninterrupted stacatto of orgasms, Melissa cried out: "Stop! Oh, please, stop! I beg you ... stop!"
Lulu rose up on hands and knees, smiling at the lovely girl beneath her. "You're really something, baby! I could eat you all day."
"Please," Melissa moaned, "I can't take any more...."
"I can, sweetie," Lulu said cunningly. Then she crawled forward until her crotch was above Melissa's face. "Do it to me," she panted. "Eat it, baby!"
"No, no!" Melissa refused, staring up at her huge, wet, gaping slit, then trying to roll her face out of the way as Lulu lowered it.
The woman wound her hand in Melissa's raven-black hair and yanked mercilessly. "Eat it, goddamn you!"
Melissa buried her face in the blood-red, dripping cunt and bit with all the viciousness she could muster.
Lulu screamed, leaping off her to the floor, and rubbed her crotch. As Melissa stared at her in fright, she saw the old woman's face contort with rage ... watched her limp over to a chest and pull out a short-handled whip with leather thongs dangling from it.
"Wh-what ace you going to do ... with that?"
Melissa stammered, her eyes widening with horror.
"I'll teach you to bite me!" she snarled, leaping forward and bringing the whip down savagely across Melissa's naked breasts. Then again on her stomach and groin. "Scream, you little bitch, scream as loud as you want! No one's going to come to your rescue! Ha, ha, ha," she raged.
Melissa did scream-at the top of her lungs, as Lulu whacked away at her helpless body mercilessly. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Lulu stopped in midair, stunned. That was all the time Melissa needed, and she sprang for the doorway.
Before she got there, the door burst open and there was Grim!
"What the fuck...?!" he choked, taking in the sight and not believing what he saw. "Melissa?" She had fallen to a heap at his feet, her little hands clasped around his legs, her silky hair buried between his legs. Her whole body was trembling violently.
"You...." he snarled, stepping free of Melissa and heading for Lulu.
"Now hold on there a minute, buster, I was only funnin' her. Why, we was only playin' ... ain't that right, girlie?"
Grim didn't wait for Melissa to reply. His fist caught Lulu in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her with one whoosh, and toppling her to the floor.
"Hey, watch it," she whined. "Don't be so ough-ooooof!" Grim knuckled her in the jaw and kneed her in the groin at the same instant. The old lady choked on a few of her teeth, and doubled up with pain.
Grim spun around, picked Melissa up in his arms and stormed out of the room.
Carrying her up the stairs, he soothed her, covering up her naked breasts, running his fingers through her hair, and saying over and over, "I'm sorry baby, I shoulda never let you out of my sight. Did that witch hurt you, hmmm?"
Running his eyes over her body, he couldn't help from getting an instant erection. Scolding himself silently, his bulging crotch continued to bulge.
Melissa smiled childishly up into his face. "Oh, Grim," she sighed, "you're so wonderful...."
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, Melissa woke first. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, then looked around the room. Grim was on the bed, snoring loudly, the sheets down around his feet exposing his early morning erection. She blushed and looked over at Rocky, who was passed out on the couch, his bottle of whiskey lying beside him.
She got up from her bed, which consisted of a throw rug at the foot of Grim's bed and one Army blanket, and went into the kitchen. Finding some eggs and stale bread, she prepared breakfast-as best she could.
"Mmmphgh."
She whirled around and spied Grim at the doorway. He had an overnight beard, bleary eyes, and a childish grin on his face. "Well, I'll be damned," he cursed happily. "I didn't know you knew how to cook!" He looked at the greasy eggs and toast all laid out on the table.
Melissa beamed over the smell emanating from his armpits. She pulled out a chair for him and said, "Come on and sit down. Would you like some coffee?"
"You made that, too? Just a minute, let me wake up Rocky. We ain't had nobody cook for us before. Ol' Rocky will sure appreciate you now."
He went into the living room and gave Rocky a kick. "Hey, shithead, wake up. Melissa's made breakfast for us."
Rocky opened one eye and stared at him. "You kick me like that again you sonofabitch and I'll kill you." Then, smelling breakfast he suddenly sat up. "She did?"
Grim grabbed him by the hair, his face turning red. "Don't you talk to me like that-if anybody's gonna kill anybody-"
"Ow, ow, let go. Okay, I'm sorry, owww, come on, Grim, I said I'm sorry...."
Melissa stood in the doorway wringing her hands. "Ahh, excuse me, but, ahh, the eggs are getting cold...."
Grim growled, let go of Rocky's hair and gave him a push, then smiled at Melissa and came into the kitchen, with Rocky following meekly behind.
Both men sat down while Melissa fluttered around pouring coffee, putting butter on the table, wiping off the forks with the hem of her dress and setting them next to the plates.
Grim slammed his fist down on the table. "Damn it, Melissa. Quit worrying so much. Just sit your ass down and quit making such a commotion. You bother me." He tried to spear his egg with the fork, but it kept slipping around on the plate. He picked it up in his fingers and ate it.
Melissa smiled uncertainly and sat down to eat.
She watched his facial expressions throughout the entire meal. Rocky said nothing except "Pass the motherfuckin' salt" and "Where's the cream, goddamn it?"
As Melissa daintily wiped her mouth with a dish rag, Grim rose, patted her on the head and said, "Don't worry kid, you'll learn."
She looked at him uncertainly, not knowing quite how to interpret that, and he smacked her soundly on the rear.
"I'd like to get some of that about now," he leered, "but it'll just have to wait, I reckon." Then he looked over at Rocky. "You ready to get the car?"
"Yeah," Rocky mumbled.
"Let's go." Grim hussled Melissa out of the room, with Rocky following, and they left the hotel.
They hopped a ride over to the bank and got out about a block away. Then Grim stopped short and turned to Melissa. "Say, honey, you got your keys?"
Her face wrinkled up in dismay. "They're in my purse."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Rocky kicked a can into the gutter. "And where's your fuckin' purse, missy?" he sneered.
"L-locked up in the b-b-bank," she stuttered.
Grim frowned, and Rocky choked. "Looks like we'll have to chance hot wiring it-"
"I want my purse," Melissa bawled. "It's got my lipstick, my brush, some money, a picture of my daddy-"
"Has it got your driver's license?" Grim asked her roughly, pulling her hair. "Yes," she said timorously.
"That settles it then. We'll just have to break in and get it."
Rocky started. "What! Jesus Christ Almighty, what the fuck for?"
Grim gave him a dirty look. "Lookit, you hunk of shit, watch your fuckin' mouth around the lady, hear?" Then, placatingly, he added, "How in the hell is she going to drive the getaway car if she doesn't have her license? You want her to get thrown in jail?"
Rocky spat out the side of his mouth disgustedly. "Sometimes I think I'm the only one with smarts-" Grim cuffed him on the side of the head.
"Quit your grumblin' and start using them then. How we gonna get in the bank?"
Rocky rubbed his head thoughtfully. "Well, I'll have to give it a look, can't see it from here, you know," he added scornfully.
They walked over to the bank and Melissa spied her car in the parking lot. "It's still here," she cried happily. Grim and Rocky glanced at it, then turned their attention on the bank.
"Well?" Grim gave Rocky a meaningful look.
"Okay, I got it. Melissa, you get in and steer while Grim and I push it."
Grim frowned. "Where we gonna push it, stupid?"
"We're gonna bust the door down with it-stupid."
Grim's face lit up. "Say ... that's a good idea...."
"Let's get going," Rocky snarled contemptuously.
With Melissa steering, they succeeded in rolling it into the glass doors of the bank, and with a shower of flying glass, they were in-all the way in.
As the alarm went off, Melissa got out of the car and said, "What's that noise?"
Rocky began to shit in his pants, but Grim remained calm. "Never mind, Melissa, just go get your purse."
She walked over to the teller's booth and picked it up happily. "Just a minute, let me make sure everything's here." Before they could stop her, she had dumped the contents out on the floor.
Rocky gave out a yell and flew out the door, quickly disappearing from sight, while Grim scooped up the purse, its contents, and its owner, dumped them all in the car, grabbed the keys out of Melissa's hand and squealed rubber all the way out of the bank.
They had driven about two blocks when they spied Rocky running down the street, and Grim slowed down the car, pushed open the door, and Rocky hopped in.
"We've had it now," he said scarily, looking behind to see if anyone was following.
"Shutup, chickenshit," Grim growled. "Nobody saw us." He looked over at Melissa. "You ready to blow, baby?"
"You mean leave town?" she questioned.
"Girl, you just ain't never gonna learn, are you? I mean, blow, baby, blow my cock-remember?"
Melissa looked out the window and back to Grim. "You mean here? Now?"
Grim grinned. "Why not? You know how, now, don't you?"
"Cut the crap before I get horny, you bastard," Rocky spat. "This ain't the time for getting a blow job. You just take us to the hotel, Melissa can run in and pack while we drive around the block, and we'll be in Houston by tomorrow morning."
"All right, all right, I'm only funnin' with her, Rocky."
He pulled up in front of their hotel. "Melissa, you run up to the room and grab as much as you can. We'll be right back."
"Okay," she said, getting out.
Grim got a peek at her crotch as the wind blew her dress up around her waist. Rocky sighed heavily, and they drove on.
Melissa ran up the stairs, two at a time, burst into the room and started loading her arms full. One trip down the stairs, two trips down the stairs, three trips down the stairs, each time dumping everything on the sidewalk, and finally the station wagon pulled up to the curb.
Rocky and Grim jumped out and started shoving everything into the backseat. Then Grim stopped. "Melissa, did you get my bottle stashed under the bed?"
She looked thoughtful. "Gosh, no, I forgot-I'll be right back. Wait for me...." Her voice disappeared up the stairs.
She ran back up the stairs, retrieved the bottle, and looking around the room making sure she wasn't forgetting anything, she smiled and closed the door behind her. On the second landing, she saw Lulu's eyeball watching her through the keyhole.
"Bye, Lulu," she said politely, then ran the rest of the way to the car.
"Hurry up-" he caught himself, "dear," Rocky said, catching her hand and yanking it as they pulled away.
Melissa tumbled into the backseat among the dirty sheets, Army blankets and pots and pans, and settled back for the ride. Opening her purse, she put some lipstick on, ran a comb through her hair, and powdered her nose a little. Satisfied, she leaned back, and once they hit the highway, she was lulled back to sleep.
Grim had driven about fifty miles when the car screeched suddenly to a halt. She was beautiful: brassy red hair, pug nose and full ripe lips, a see-through red shirt through which her ample breasts showed quite nicely, and hip-hugger bell bottoms. And she was hitchhiking.
She walked over to the window and said casually, "You goin' my way, mister?"
"Well," Grim leered, "if I wasn't then, I am now. Where you going?"
She shrugged, "No place in particular."
"That's where I'm going," Grim said happily. "Hop in!"
She turned around and picked up her suitcase, put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, and a large St. Bernard came bounding out from behind a bush, wagging his tail.
Grim scarcely noticed the dog, as he was too busy gawking at her pert nipples through the blouse. She didn't seem to mind, and proceeded to toss her suitcase in the backseat next to Melissa, then urged the dog in the back of the car.
"You can sit up here with me," Grim offered lecherously.
"Thanks," she replied, squeezing in next to the sleeping form of Rocky.
"What's your name?" Grim asked politely. "Red, what's yours?" She blew a large bubble and sucked it back into her mouth.
"Grim-and that's old Rocky next to you."
She looked Rocky over scornfully. "He looks like a queer. Say-you two aren't...."
Grim added hastily, "And that's Melissa in the backseat."
Red looked at Melissa and blew another bubble. "You running away from home?" Grim asked hopefully.
"Hell," she spat, then chewing on her gum thoughtfully, she said, "I ain't never had a home. I been on my own since I was just a kid, and I been around plenty. Me and Bruce that is."
"Who's Bruce?"
"The dog."
"Oh." Grim looked in his rear view mirror and all he could see was hair-dog hair. "He's a nice-looking doggie," he commented, wondering how to get rid of him.
"He's trained, too," she winked suggestively. "Say, would you like to feel me up? You been lookin' at my boobies enough."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind." Grim trembled. He reached across Rocky's lap and covered one boob with his hand. He could feel her nipple rising, getting hard.
"Hey! Look out!" she yelled.
Grim swerved the station wagon and narrowly missed colliding with a truck.
Red chuckled. "You can do what you like, but you're going to have to keep your eyes on the road. I'm not ready to die just yet-I'm too horny, in fact. Been that way all my life, too."
"I'd be glad to pull off the road for a while. I'm getting tired of driving anyway."
"Whatever you say," she said, glancing down at his bulging crotch.
Grim pulled off the road and undid his belt buckle.
"Here, let me do that. I intend to pay my way you know." She unzipped his fly and, leaning across Rocky's lap, pulled out Grim's rock-hard cock. "You want me to suck or fuck?"
Grim hesitated, looking back at Melissa. "Let's fuck-I haven't had a good screwing in a long time."
Red pointed at Melissa questioningly.
"Naw," Grim chuckled good-naturedly. "She don't put out that way. She's a virgin."
"Yeah, I'll just be she is," Red snickered. "I've seen her kind before. I'll make her come around."
"You just keep your hands off her," Grim growled. "She's savin' it for her husband. I kinda like her that way anyhow."
"Well," Red backed off, "she's your problem. Now, let's take care of mine."
They got out of the car and lay down behind a bush, after she had quickly stripped.
The protrusion she had noticed earlier on him prodded deep into her belly now, and she moved herself closer and closer into it so that it was like an iron pole ramming her in the stomach. It was painful, and she felt as if she was being choked, but the strength of his cock was so enthralling for her that it overpowered all sensation of pain.
Their lips mashed together, and with her hands on either side of Grim's face, they kissed fervently.
Then Grim pulled his lips from hers and said breathlessly, "Let me get out of these clothes."
She waited patiently until he was undressed, and then, by instinct, she placed her hand beneath his armpit, on the side of his chest. She caressed the muscular body from his chest to his navel, where she caught her hand on his powerful rod. It was so hard it seemed mere bone without any flesh. She didn't feel to the end of his prick. She became totally absorbed in caressing his mighty cock around the base; she apparently loved to feel the mass of pubic hairs beneath. She encircled the wide bottom of his prick and caressed his cock in this fashion with her hand gently locked around it, running her curved palm from down to almost up. His cock seemed an endless flagpole.
Grim was going out of his mind with rapture and, controlling himself as best he could, he searched slowly for her cunt, following the natural paths of her slender but voluptuously shaped body. Her legs were long but the thighs were round and full. He traced his hand down her back and lingered about her small but full-blown ass. When, trembling, he arrived at the downy sex hairs between her legs, he was overcome with ecstasy; but, controlling his grosser tendencies, he worshipped at her secret shrine, innocently and without suspicion of the blessings to come. He touched and petted her pussy. As he moved his fingers around the soft lips, then deeper and further back into the opening of her cunt, he decided he must feed the crying sex mouth immediately, and promptly mounted her.
He felt her surrender to his body. She was so weak, it was like fucking an invalid. But he was soon to change his mind, for as he put his delicious expansion of cock in her hungry vagina, an extraordinary suction pulled at it. Firmly and perfectly, without hesitation, he moved directly into her moist, membranous cunt. They cried out simultaneously.
Though her body was relaxed, the muscles of her pussy were so powerful there was no need for any other movement of body. His cock was secured deep within her cunt, and as they lay still, his hips silent on top of her, they fucked from the pull of their sex organs.
Suddenly Grim flipped his body over and made her straddle him. With both hands grasping his huge, pulsating penis, she raised her hips, and then, parting the slit between her legs with its tip, she dropped back down onto him, swallowing him in the boiling urgency of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh," he cried in pain, the swollen head of his cock ramming deep into the hardness of her cervix as she dropped heavily onto him. And then the sudden agony was replaced by unimaginable desire as he felt the smooth, wet walls of her pussy throbbing heatedly around him, her body squirming out of control.
He tried to meet the driving rhythm of Red's hips as she furiously rode him like a bare-backed Brahma bull, but she was completely out of control and there was no way he could match her. He lay back, his hands slapping the dirt, his mind whirling in rising planes of ecstasy.
Her hips writhed uncontrollably now, rising and falling, rotating in great, huge circles against his straining loins, her breasts and belly grinding against him when she leaned forward.
She rode him until suddenly she felt it rising deep inside her. The licking tongues of flaming lust that had to be quenched, drowned in the hot, swirling liquid of orgasm she could feel boiling inside her passion-wracked body.
Grim had found the rhythm of her churning hips, and met each downward thrust with his driving power that matched her own-burying himself deeper and deeper up into her belly until they had become blended into one great burning furnace of passion.
Tighter and tighter they fitted, until the brown fleshy tip of his cock unearthed eternal waves of pleasure that moved through her body with the rapidity of fire eating up paper; until her cunt twisted and turned on his cock, coaxing him to dispel a snowy mountain of sperm as blinding flashes of light exploded in his brain. He felt his body trembling, his quivering belly erupting like a thousand small volcanoes around the thick, driving shaft of flesh. And with a few last spasmodic jerks, it was over.
For a moment they lay exhausted, a mass of body moistures glued to one another; his cock rested well within her.
Finally he smiled and said cockily, "You are one hell of a lay, sweetheart!"
She sat up, patting her hair back in place and said, "I know it." She patted his fleshy cock. "You're not so bad yourself." Then, rising, she started to dress. "I sure could go for a hamburger," she hinted.
"Yeah," Grim grunted, climbing into his trousers. "So could I. Guess I'll stop at the next restaurant. He checked to make sure the money was still in his pant's pocket.
"Whew!" Red whistled when she caught sight of his roll. "Where'd you get all that money?"
"Robbed a bank," said Grim gruffly.
"You? Rob a bank!" She laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then, nonchalantly, she said, "That's nice."
"I don't see anything funny about that."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho," she laughed all the way to the car.
Grim snorted and started the engine, taking off with a squeal of rubber, which promptly woke Rocky up.
His eyes opened, and blearily, he saw Red's face peering at him. Rubbing his eyes, he said, "Who're you?"
"She's hitchin' a ride with us," Grim answered for her.
"Woof," Bruce spoke up.
Rocky jumped, suddenly wide-awake.
He turned around in the seat and stared at the dog washing Melissa's face noisily.
"This is too much! Pull over and let me out," Rocky spat bitchily.
"Go to hell and shut up, you bastard. They're only hitchin' a ride, like I said before."
"Well," Rocky whined. "Put her-" he pointed to Red contemptuously, "-in the backseat. It's too goddamned crowded."
"Watch your goddamn mouth," Grim reminded him.
"Okay, please put her in the backseat-and do something about the dog. It's making too much noise."
"You just leave my dog alone," Red snarled.
Then Melissa woke up. Bruce barked and gave her one last lick, then retreated to the back part of the station wagon and lay down, panting, tail wagging, and looking very pleased.
"My goodness," marveled Melissa, wiping her face with the hem of her dress. "What happened?"
"What'samatter, haven't you ever had your face licked by a dog before?" Red snickered suggestively. "Or didn't he get to that part of you?" She blew a large bubble which Grim popped with his fist.
"You might be a damn good lay, woman, but you just better keep your filthy mouth shut if you want to ride with us," Grim warned.
Rocky whipped-his head around to look at Grim. "How do you know she's a good lay?"
"Because I screwed her, stupid."
Melissa blushed, and Red frowned at Rocky while she picked the pieces of bubble gum off her face and popped them back into her mouth.
"What's the matter, you horny?" Red mocked, fondling his cock suggestively.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Rocky shrieked excitedly. "Grim, you tell her to leave me alone!"
"Ohhh, is the little baby scared of me, huh?" She started pumping his cock up and down. "Why don't you pull your pants down for me so I can play with it better?"
"Grim?" Rocky asked weakly.
"Oh, shut up, Rocky. Sit back and enjoy it. It'll do you good," Grim laughed.
Despite his protestations, Rocky's cock began to get hard. "No!" he yelled, horrified as his cock swelled beyond control.
"Yes," Red murmured as she unzipped his fly and leaned over him, stroking the stiff rod first with one hand and then with both. She brought her mouth down to it and enclosed the glans in a moist warm pressure.
Melissa blushed and looked away, turning her interest on the dog. She patted it on the head and said, "Nice doggie."
Bruce responded by climbing over the seat and sitting next to her. The musky sex smells coming from the front seat made his nostrils twitch, and suddenly, he stuck his nose in Melissa's lap and sniffed. Deciding he liked her, he stuck his head under her dress and gave her crotch a big slurp.
"No, no, doggie," Melissa cried, trying to push his head away.
Grim, no longer able to contain himself after watching these erotic delights, pulled the car off the road, pushed his pants down, and hurriedly began jacking off as his eyes shifted from Rocky and Red, to Melissa and the dog.
Red snickered around Rocky's cock as Melissa's moans mingled with Rocky's and Grim's. She worked harder.
The very thought of what Red was doing to him gave Rocky a sharp kick, like an injection. She held his prick with one hand while she began to suck it, steadily, rhythmically. Up and down, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the point of each stroke.
He tensed his loins. The sight of the action made it all the more exciting-not to mention seeing Grim working on his hunk of meat at the same time. She began to suck a little harder, sometimes giving him a little bite, or scraping his bone of thick flesh with her teeth. His penis was white under the scraping suck and bright purple at its tip.
She released his cock with her hand and put both hands under his ass, holding his buttocks while she knelt between his legs and rammed her mouth down on his penis. His cock disappeared right down her. He wondered that it didn't choke her, but she was clearly a specialist.
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the glans vibrate and pulse as if it were a beacon flashing out a code in the darkness. He stiffened his hips, crossing around her, and pressed his ankles together. He felt the movement growing in his balls, as if he wanted to piss but couldn't. He watched her face working over his abdomen, her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his staff, sucking it voraciously. He pushed his loins up at her face, arching the lower part of his body from hips to toes. His mouth worked in a sweet agony. His throat was dry. His penis felt like a huge, top-heavy tree trunk. It was a tree trunk that was being felled, growing heavier and heavier until it would suddenly fall down, down ... He gasped. But what would she do when he came? He couldn't think about it, because at the moment it was nearly there. It was growing, growing. Strangled noises forced their way up from his lungs through the tortured passage of his gullet. There wasn't far to go. He was coming, now, now. He writhed his hips, furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head. He saw as in a wild roundabout her face working, the lips sucking, his penis soaring, his body straining, the red of her shirt, the pink, a whirl. NOW! He let out a long, high-pitched cry.
He felt the needle-thin stream of sperm rush from his balls along the tube at a great, unstemmable rate. She went on sucking furiously as his load shot into her mouth and his hands sought convulsively for her head and pushed it hard at his prick.
Gradually his penis deflated in Red's mouth, but she went on gently nibbling it, sucking every last ounce of his sperm. He gave a great sigh and flopped back against the seat, exhausted. He couldn't look her in the face, couldn't speak, couldn't move.
Red sniffed and turned to watch Grim jacking off.
Grim had his eyes closed now, and was breathing heavily as his hand continued to pummel his cock up and down, faster and faster. He didn't have long to go, apparently.
Suddenly, with a loud snort, Grim's body jerked, twitched, and spasmed as he shot his load into the air. He lay still for a moment and then opened his eyes. Spying Red watching him, he grinned sheepishly.
"You sure know how to make a guy horny!"
"Yeah," she had to agree.
Then all three turned their heads to watch Melissa.
Though Melissa's thighs and buttocks, not to speak of the lips of her pussy, were smeared with Grim's saliva and her own come, the dog didn't hesitate to plunge his face squarely into that reeking maw of sexuality. It was a real shock to Melissa as she watched him bestow on her the most depraved, obscene, lascivious kiss she had ever experienced. Bruce disregarded the wet, sticky condition of her flesh. Indeed, it seemed to make her all the more desirable to him, judging from the energetic way he burrowed into her crotch. The thought of being kissed so intimately suddenly struck Melissa as immensely exciting and she gave herself over to the wild emotions she felt flooding through her loins.
Grim also found a great deal of excitement watching Melissa being eaten by a dog. He climbed into the back seat, and shoving her dress over her head, he leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deep up into his lips and gently gnashing it with his teeth.
Melissa moaned deliriously with the dual stimulation. She feverishly rubbed her throbbing, aching cunt into the dog's face. He proved to be very gifted at his work. She had never in her life imagined that a dog's tongue could dart forth so strongly, or to such a distance. His tongue flickered in and out of her heaving cunt like a piston, and seemed to penetrate almost to the limits.
Suddenly, she reeled from the effect of a momentous orgasm. Jerking this way and that, her fluid flooded the dog's face with liquid lust. Bruce slurped and sucked hungrily at her, lapping it up as fast as she could manufacture it. Melissa shuddered and trembled heavily, feeling the waves of climax reach even down into her fingers and toes. At last she went limp, releasing the dog from between her legs, and pushing Grim away from her breasts.
"Oh, my," she breathed wondrously.
Grim grinned down at her, then climbed back up to the front seat.
"Shall we go?" he asked Red and Rocky.
"I'm ready as ever," replied Red hotly.
Grim looked over at her as he started the motor. "Yeah, I'll just bet you are."
CHAPTER THREE
They pulled up to a hamburger stand and had lunch, after Grim begrudgingly bought a hamburger for the dog-at Red's indignant insistence, and hit the road again. Only this time, Grim made Rocky drive, and he sat in the backseat fingering both Red's and Melissa's cunts for the rest of the afternoon.
By the time evening rolled around, Rocky pulled into a motel, and after battling with the desk clerk, finally emerged with a key for one room. Everyone was so exhausted, sexually, that the four of them hit the bed and simultaneously drifted off to sleep, fully clothed.
The next morning Melissa, as was her habit apparently, woke up first. Peering at the bodies strewn all over the bed, she carefully wriggled out from under Grim and slipped off onto the floor, careful to avoid waking them. She tiptoed to the door and, opening it, breathed in a lungful of fresh air.
"Where you going, Missy?" Grim grunted, half asleep.
She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Just getting some fresh air, Grim," she replied lazily.
He grunted. "Just don't go too far. I'll be getting up in a minute."
"Okay, I won't," she promised, and stepped outside, carefully closing the door behind her.
They seemed to be at some type of lake resort, occupying one of what looked like a dozen or more cottages. Spying the lake shore, Melissa began walking in that direction. The place looked deserted in the still, dawn sky. The only sounds were coming from the waves as they slapped the shore lightly.
Then her nose caught the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Following the smell, she walked up to an open doorway of one of the cottages and peered in. "Hello? Yoo-hoo, anybody home?"
There was no answer. She looked at the sign above the doorway: Manager. Surely he wouldn't miss just one cup of coffee. Gingerly, she stepped inside. The place was one hell of a mess, she decided. Stepping over beer bottles and Coke cans, she went into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee. Then, feeling guilty for not sharing it with the others, she rummaged through the cupboards and, loading up with groceries, darted back to her own cottage and burst into the door breathlessly.
Grim shot up out of bed with fright, and then seeing it was just her, grinned, "Oh, it's just you."
"Look what I got, Grim!" She laid out the groceries on the table and stepped back so he could see.
"For the love of ... Melissa, where did you get that?" He checked his pant's pocket and quickly counted the money.
"Don't worry, Grim. Nobody will miss it," Her face fell. "I thought ... sniff ... you'd be proud...."
Grim grabbed her up in his arms and lifted her off the floor. "Oh, I am, Melissa baby. You just get your sweet ass in the kitchen and start cooking while I wake up these freeloaders.
She trotted off to the kitchen happily while Grim shook Rocky awake.
This time Rocky awoke with more self-composure. "Wha-wha-where are ... oh yeah ... oh fuck." He sank back down to the bed trying to go back to sleep, when he spotted Red lying beside him, her boob sticking out of her shirt and staring at him. He needed no further prompting-leaping out of bed instantly.
He shook his finger at Grim. "You better never let her near me again," he said, unconvincingly.
Grim saluted him mockingly. "Yes, sir, by all means, sir, whatever you say, sir. Up your ass, sir.
Excuse me, sir."
"Cut the crap," snapped Rocky. "Where's the fuckin' bathroom-?"
WHAPPPP! Grim slapped him across the room. "I told you, Rocky, watch your fuckin' mouth. The head's over there," he pointed.
Rocky, cursing under his breath, grabbed a towel and stomped out of the room sulkily.
"What's for breakfast, big boy?"
Grim spun around to see Red leering at him.
"Huh-uh," he shook his head. "You're going to wear me out, woman." Noticing her protruding boob, he said, "You just button up your blouse and get civilized." Then, reverently, he said, "Melissa's fixing breakfast."
"Really," Red pouted, jealously.
"Shut your mouth, whore, and get your ass in the kitchen."
She smiled wryly. "Whatever you say, boss," she drawled, sauntering off.
Grim left the cabin, slamming the door behind him, as Red said, "What're you doing with a bastard like him, Melissa?" She resumed cracking her bubble gum.
Melissa looked up from the frying pan and looked thoughtful. "That's just the way it happened, I guess. He's been wonderful to me-why, if it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't be here."
"That's for sure," Red said wryly. She sat down at the table heavily, kicking a chair out of her way.
"Somebody bring me some soap," hollered Rocky from the bathroom door.
Red blew a large bubble and sucked it back in. "Jesus, he's getting to be a regular pain in the ass," she said, getting up from the table and taking him a bar of soap from the kitchen sink.
As she approached him, Rocky said nervously, "Now don't get too close-that's far enough. Just throw it to me." He pulled the towel tighter around his body, modestly.
Red threw him the soap, and as he reached to catch it, he dropped the towel, revealing an immense hard-on.
Red giggled. "Want me to help you out, Rocky?"
Rocky scowled and slammed the door, locking it loudly. Red shrugged and went back to the table. "I just can't have no fun around here," she mused.
"You'll get yours," Grim said from the doorway. He pulled up a chair as Melissa began serving breakfast. "Come on, Rocky, before it gets cold," he hollered out to Rocky.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Rocky said, appearing at the kitchen door.
Red giggled, "Wish I was."
As they began eating there was a loud knock on the door. "Who the hell could that be?" Grim cursed. Melissa's face turned pale.
"Maybe it's the sheriff come to arrest the big bad bank robbers," Red giggled.
"You shut your mouth, bitch," Grim growled.
He got up to answer the door. "Yes?" he roared, opening the door.
It was the desk clerk. "Ah, excuse me ... I don't mean to intrude but-"
"Well," Grim interrupted impatiently. "What the fuck do you want?"
The little man tried to peer past Grim into the kitchen. "My cabin was just looted and...."
"So?" Grim snickered meanly, picking the guy up to eye level by his collar.
The man backed off. "I just wanted to say," he sniffed the scent of bacon and eggs, "you better keep your doors locked if there's thieves around."
Grim snarled. "You wouldn't be accusing us, would you?"
"Heavens no!" said the man in feigned horror. "The thought surely never occurred to me." He gaped as Red leaned over in the doorway and showed him a boob, sticking out her tongue suggestively.
Perspiration broke out over his brow as he said, "Now, if you'll just put me down I'll be on my way."
Grim laughed evilly. "I'll just do that," he said, dropping the man suddenly and giving him a kick. He slammed the door and came back to the kitchen.
"The nerve of that guy," Red tittered. Melissa looked at Grim's face and seeing nothing, began to eat her breakfast silently.
Finally, Grim pushed back his chair and said to Melissa, "Melissa, you and I are going skinny-dipping while Rocky and Red clean up the dishes. Okay with you?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Grim," Melissa replied, silently wondering what skinny-dipping was.
Red and Rocky glared at Grim, but he ignored them and, grabbing Melissa by the hand, took her into the living room and stripped her.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me, Grim?" Melissa asked fearfully.
Grim stopped short. "Why, nothing, baby-doll. Nothing at all." He patted her bare buttocks gently. "We're just gonna go swimming in the nude, that's all. That's more fun than taking a shower, isn't it?"
Her face lit up. "Oh, yes, that sound's nice." She peered out at the lake. "But won't somebody see us?"
"Naw, the place's deserted this time of year. And even if they do-so what?" He flung his clothes onto the bed and they headed for the lake, arm in arm, cock and boobs jiggling, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Rocky watched them walk away through the window. "That motherfucker," he spat. "That no-good fat-ass."
"You can say that again," Red agreed heatedly. "The day I do dishes is the day I die. Hell, what does he think I am, anyway?"
Then she got an idea.
Turning to Rocky she said sweetly, "Hey, Rocky, I'm sorry about doing you in the car, really I am."
Rocky snarled, "You ought to be."
Red continued, "I mean, if you don't like to make it with women, then that's your bag-know what I mean?"
Rocky backed off, "Who says I don't like women?"
"Well, somehow I just got that feeling from the way you acted. You ever made it with Grim?" she asked slyly.
"Shit," replied Rocky, off-guard, "he won't let-I mean, he's not my type-I mean ... Oh, hell! What's it to you, anyway?"
"Well, I was just thinking-if you didn't have any hangups as far as Grim was concerned, and if you were as sick of him as I am, maybe we could split." Before Rocky could protest, she continued, "Anyway, he told me you two were bank robbers, and I figure you for the one with the brains. Hell, I can pull a bank job better'n him any day." She smacked her bubble gum and waited for his reaction.
Rocky looked up at her astonished. "You mean take off and leave Grim and Melissa behind?"
"That's what I mean." Sensing his loyalty, she clinched it by lying, "Anyway, Grim told me he was getting ready to dump you."
"He did?" gawked Rocky. "Why, that no good sonofabitch, I don't need him anyhow." Looking at her suspiciously he said, "You sure about that?"
"Sure as I'm alive, breathing and horny," Red vowed innocently.
Rocky scowled at her, and took a big breath. "Okay, I'll do it-on one condition...."
"What?"
"That you don't ever touch me again," Rocky said sternly.
"It's a deal. Come on, let's go before they get back." Then, remembering something, she said, "You go get the car and bring it around front. I'll be ready when you get here."
Rocky left shakily, feeling very insecure about leaving Grim, but at the same time justifying his action by the way Grim mistreated him.
As soon as he was out of sight, Red grabbed Grim's trousers and pulled out his roll of bills, stuffing them in her bell bottoms. Then, as a farewell, she got a tube of Melissa's lipstick and scrawled, So long, motherfuckers, on the mirror. Chuckling, she skipped out the door as Rocky drove up, stopped to call her dog, opened the door, and they were off-Rocky cursing the dog all the way past the manager's office.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What makes you think you can hit a bank?" Rocky asked her once they were on the highway.
"Shit," Red replied haughtily, "there ain't nothin' I can't do once I set my mind to it." Winking at him she laughed, "You ought to know that, Rocky."
Rocky blushed and then countered with, "If that's so, prove it! I don't want to be carrying dead weight around with me."
Red gasped at the challenge. "Put up or shut up-that it?"
"That's it," Rocky shined.
Red gulped. "Okay, you just find a bank and I'll do it."
Rocky stared at her in wonder. "By yourself?"
"If I have to," Red bluffed.
"Okay," Rocky said, relieved not to be involved. "I'll drive the get-away car."
Red started in the seat, but then realized she would have to go through with it. She crackled her gum nervously. "I'll need a gun."
Rocky paled. "Shit, there ain't gonna be any killing." Thinking quickly he said, "You just do what I tell you and there won't be any trouble."
"Yeah, what's that?" Red asked snidely.
"It's very simple. I'll pull up in front of the bank, you get out and take the dog with you. You walk up to the teller and tell her to hand over the money or you'll sic the dog on her."
Red popped a bubble disgustedly. "Shit, I ain't never heard of anybody robbing a bank like that."
"Exactly," beamed Rocky proudly. "She'll be so surprised she'll just give you the money. Take it from me-I'm experienced in these matters."
"I suppose so," said Red, unconvinced.
They were nearing town and Rocky began looking for a bank. "How about a liquor store or a gas station instead?" Red suggested hopefully, getting a little nervous.
"Shit-you're as dumb as Melissa. This is the big time, kid," Rocky said importantly.
Red turned red. "Don't you ever compare me with Melissa," she said huffily.
"Sorry," Rocky placated, visions of money dancing in his head. He turned down the main street of town and spotted a bank immediately. "That's it!" he cried joyfully, his stomach suddenly knotting up.
Red's heart did flip-flops as he pulled up in front of it, and she looked uncertain.
"Don't be scared, Red, it's done all the time," Rocky encouraged, hiding his shaking hands from her view.
Reluctantly, Red got out of the car with Bruce following her. Her knees wobbling, she opened the door of the bank and started to step inside-when a guard grabbed her elbow. Almost fainting, she heard him say, "Sorry, miss, no dogs allowed inside."
"Oh," she said hazily, the blood rushing in her head. She turned and bolted for the car. Opening the door she pushed the dog in and sat down breathlessly.
Rocky looked at her curiously. "What happened?"
"I can't do it, Rocky. I'm sorry, I just can't do it," she cried, starting to sob.
"Quit your goddamn babbling and tell me what happened?" Rocky persisted.
Red calmed down, and suddenly turning her fear to anger, she snarled, "The bastard wouldn't let Bruce in the bank."
"Oh. Is that all? Do you think he suspected anything?" Rocky persisted.
"Now how in the hell could he suspect something if I didn't do nothing?" Red snapped exasperatedly. "Have you got any other bright ideas?"
"No," Rocky hung his head defeatedly. "I guess we'd better go back and get Grim."
"No," interjected Red hastily, "we can't go back."
"Why not?" Rocky asked curiously.
Red gave him a long look and finally said, "Cuz I stole Grim's money."
"Oh no." Rocky's face fell. "We might as well turn ourselves in."
"What do you mean? We ain't done nuthin' wrong yet. It ain't against the law to steal somethin' that's already been stolen!"
Rocky shook his head from side to side, a doomed expression on his face. "Boy! We are really going to get it now...."
"Yeah, who's gonna give it to us, chickenshit?"
"Grim," pronounced Rocky gravely. "You don't know him like I do. He'll kill us for sure."
"Not if he don't find us," Red said rebelliously. But added, "Maybe I better rob the bank so we can split, huh? I mean, there's no sense in stalling around...." She was getting nervous again.
Rocky just sat there staring into space.
Red reached into the backseat and pulled out her suitcase, dumping its contents on the floor, and marched into the bank with it.
Resolutely, she stomped past the bank guard and up to the teller. "Hand over your money, baby, or I'll blow this bank to bits," she whispered, pointing at her make-believe time-bomb suitcase.
The teller's eyes widened, and unhesitatingly she began laying the cash out onto the counter.
"No, put it in my suitcase," Red commanded quietly, lugging it up on the counter. She flipped the latch and it swung open.
"I don't see any bomb," the teller said bravely, stuffing the bills into the cosmetic department.
"It's there all right," Red faltered, realizing she had just blown it. She scooped up as many bills as she could and threw them in the suitcase, grabbing it away from the teller. "Don't make a move," she bullied, and hurriedly walked toward the door, not looking back.
As she neared the door, she heard Rocky start the engine, and she closed her eyes and prayed the rest of the way. Rocky opened the door for her and she jumped in.
"Did you do it?" he asked nervously as they roared down the main street heading west.
Now that it was over, Red felt her confidence returning. "Of course I did. Weren't nothing to it, in fact," she snorted. "I had the whole bank scared to death," she lied.
"Yeah?" Rocky brightened. "How much money did you get?"
"Well, let's see." Red opened the suitcase and started counting. "Why, these are all one-hundred-dollar-bills!" Quickly counting it up, she shrieked, "Ten thousand dollars!"
Rocky turned from a sickly white to a blushing red. "Hah! I told you this was the big time. We're rich!" He laughed unbelievingly. "Rich! Rich! Old Grim can't touch us now! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," he laughed hysterically. He got so carried away he grabbed Red and gave her a hug while they were stopped at a signal-then he caught himself.
"Ooooh, big boy, watch out, I'm getting horny!"
"With that kind of money, I'll buy you a stud," Rocky said generously.
"Thanks," Red replied facetiously. Then, thoughtfully, she said, "I don't know much about bank robberies, but don't you think we should stash the money somewhere? I mean, just for a while?"
Rocky mulled this over, then said, "Yeah, with that much dough, I guess we should."
Red pointed to a clump of trees as they passed through the countryside outside of town. "How about under that tree over there?"
Rocky swung the car off the road and they jumped out and walked through the dense brush to the trees. Red set the suitcase down on the ground and caught her breath.
Rocky walked over to a big oak and decided, "We'll bury it next to this one."
"No," Red argued, "that's too obvious. How about this one?" She pointed to a smaller, less significant tree.
"Shit. They all look alike to me," Rocky muttered, moving to her tree. He squatted on the ground and started digging.
"Here, here. Bruce can do that for you. Bruce!" she called back to the car. Bruce cocked his ear, and recognizing her voice, bounded out of the car and meandered over to them.
Red pointed to the partial hole in the ground. "Start digging, Bruce," she commanded.
Bruce sniffed at her crotch until she slapped his muzzle, saying, "Later," and then begrudgingly, went to work digging the hole. In no time at all they had a ditch big enough for the suitcase.
Rocky took out a hundred-dollar-bill and stuck it in his shirt pocket, then dropped the suitcase into the hole, looking at Bruce expectantly.
"He only digs holes-he doesn't cover them up. He's only a dog, you know," Red defended. She got to her knees and started scooping the dirt back into the hole.
Rocky snickered, "Oh, I didn't know." Then, changing the subject he said, "I guess the wisest move would be to blow town for a couple of days, and then come back for it. But how are we going to remember which one of these trees we buried it next to?"
Red bit her lip thoughtfully. "Well, we could tie Bruce to the tree-if you're sure we'll be back in two days."
Rocky looked at her in amazement. "You're getting smarter all the time-for a broad, that is," he clarified.
Tying Bruce to the tree, with Red giving a farewell pat on his head, they walked back to the car and without looking back, took off once again.
Rocky was making good time until he rounded a corner and ran into a road block. It was too late to turn around, and there were too many cars blocking the highway to crash through. Rocky looked at Red fearfully. "What do we do now?"
Red smacked her gum thoughtfully. "Maybe it's not for us. Maybe they're just looking for aliens."
"We're aliens aren't we?" Rocky asked seriously.
"No, stupid, Mexican aliens trying to get to El Paso."
"Oh," said Rocky, slowing the car down.
He pulled to a stop as a paunchy, cigar-chewing man dressed in a sheriff's uniform strolled casually over to the window.
"Uh, hello, sheriff ... Rocky ventured.
"You're just the people I've been waiting for," he said through his cigar. Nonchalantly, he pulled a gun. "Get out of the car and put your hands behind your head. Now!"
Rocky met Red's fearful stare. Looking into her glazed eyes he said, "I guess this is it, Red."
"I reckon it is," she said, getting out of the car dazedly. Rocky followed meekly.
"You two the ones that pulled the bank job in town?" asked the sheriff in his casual no-fooling-around manner.
Rocky nodded his head dumbly.
"That's what I figured, judging from the looks of you." He blew a smoke ring into the air and snapped handcuffs around their wrists.
"Ow!" complained Red. "Not so rough!" she yelled, as the sheriff slightly twisted her arm while leading her to the patrol car.
"We don't treat bank robbers none too kindly in this town, miss. I don't want to hear any more complaints." He shoved them both in the backseat, leering at Red's boobs through her blouse.
"Heard you had a dog with you. That right?" he said, driving back to town with his siren on.
"He got away," Red spoke up quickly.
"Oh, well, one less mouth to feed that way." He gunned the motor.
"Why don't you turn off that fuckin' siren?" Red growled.
The sheriff laughed. "Well, the town's gotta have a little excitement once in a while. This way we'll have a welcomin' committee at the jail. We don't get robbed very often, you know," he chuckled.
"I can see why," Red observed.
The sheriff gave her a crooked grin and pulled into the station. Sure enough, the whole town had turned out to see them.
"Are we allowed to give autographs?" Red asked snidely.
Rocky looked at her. "Why don't you shut up? You don't seem to realize how much trouble we're in."
"That's right," the sheriff agreed. "You better shut your pretty mouth or I'll put you in my special cell-the one for naughty little girls."
"Goody," muttered Red, deciding to cool it for now. She looked out the window at the people staring at her. As the sheriff led them into the jail, Red recognized the bank teller she had robbed.
"That's her-that's the one, all right. Said she had a bomb. Hmmph! A sex bomb maybe!" She laughed hilariously, the rest of the people joining in too.
Red started to reply, but then kept her mouth shut, wondering if the sheriff really did have a special cell for girls like her with big mouths. She covered her breasts until they were inside the door.
"In here, girlie," the sheriff said evilly, motioning to a hallway at the rear of his office. Keeping his gun on Rocky, he pulled Red to the end cell and locked her up. "Make yourself at home," he snickered, blowing another smoke-ring. With a loud click, he locked the door and shoved Rocky back toward his office.
"I put the men upstairs-but I don't think they'd be safe with you around."
The sheriff looked Rocky up and down and making a decision, said, "Oh, what the hell, let the boys have a little fun." He giggled as he led Rocky up the stairs and locked him up with the wolves.
One drunk looked at Rocky and let out a wolf-whistle. "Well, what have we here?"
"Go easy on him, Fred," chuckled the sheriff mischievously. "He's gotta stand trial, yet."
Fred looked at Rocky blearily, and whined, "Aw, I'm just gonna have a little fun, sheriff."
Rocky paled. "You can't leave me locked up with this ... this ... bum!"
The sheriff went back downstairs mercilessly, to tell his townsfolk audience of his heroic capture.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melissa and Grim were splashing each other playfully as Red and Rocky split. They didn't even notice. However, Melissa did notice the manager peeking out his window at them.
"Grim, the manager's watching us." She covered her boobs modestly.
"Can't hurt nothin', Melissa. Let him get his rocks off. Besides, I like other men to look at you," he said proudly, eyeballing her himself.
She blushed, but uncovered her boobs, turning her back to the manager's cabin.
Grim grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly up against his chest.
"Let's really give him something to look at, Melissa." He leered at her, a horny gleam in his eye.
"What?" she asked fearfully.
"Well," Grim looked thoughtful. "If you ain't gonna let me have it one way, then I'll just have to take it the other. Turn your butt around facing me, honey."
Melissa turned around, showing her boobs once again to the manager. "Wh-what are you g-g-going to do-ooof!" She yelped, suddenly getting the idea as he stuck his penis up between her butt-cheeks and pressed the tip into her anus.
"Oh no!" she shrieked. "It won't fit!"
"Yes it will," he promised. He lifted her to a shallow portion of the lake and lunged....
"Aaarggh!" Melissa screamed.
"Oooohhh," he groaned, as his slippery cock plunked right into her asshole. "Man, is that ever good! You sure got a' tight ass, baby. Mm-hmm." He reached around and fondled her boobs as she tried to squirm away.
Melissa let her body go limp and Grim held her bouyant body up by her boobs, squeezing them rhythmically in time to each stroke of his cock.
She began to enjoy it, and amateurishly bucked her butt back at him.
"Oh, baby, you really know how to do it." Grim shut his eyes and concentrated on his enraptured cock sliding in and out, in and out, feeling the walls of her intestines, the muscles trying to push him out, then suck him in. He opened one eye and saw the manager watching them, his tongue hanging out. Grim smiled wickedly.
He looked down and watched his white, furious penis disappear right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed, and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst like a boil.
There was a speck of shit on the rough edge of her anus where his rod entered it, and the skin against his prick looked inflamed. Grim splashed some lake water over her butt, and the speck disappeared.
His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her, and she was moaning and adding to his pleasure by the movement of her bottom and the hollowing of her back.
He could do with her anything he liked, and he did, digging his penis into her ass and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her channel like a probing, hard-bodied snake.
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
Grim drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick was tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose, and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her ass.
He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing her voluptuous flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and his breath whirled out in long, broken gasps. He stared at her slender body as he spread the thighs wide and pulled her buttocks apart even more with his hands. His prick was huge and heavy, loaded with weight.
"My God!" he groaned. "My God!"
His fingers scratched her buttocks hard, grabbing the flesh in handfuls. He touched her anus with his fingers, feeling the heat of friction where his cock pounded in. She was murmuring incoherently and turning her face from side to side. He pulled her back even farther onto his cock.
He gasped, choked out her name, gasped again, gave a last spine-chilling ramrod thrust and shattered his sperm in wave after wave into the depths of her behind. It seemed as if his scrotum had never been emptied before. He groaned and almost cried with excruciating delight.
Then he dropped her.
She fell into the water off-balance, and kicking her legs and flailing her arms wildly, she went underwater.
Casually, Grim picked her up by the hair and planted her feet on the ground soundly while she sputtered, "I can't swim!"
"So I see," he observed, wagging his prick around in the water to wash the shit off it. He took a long piss to clear his piss-hole, and looked over to see if the manager was still watching. He was. His come was dripping off the window just as Grim looked up.
"Come on, Melissa. It's time we got going." He trudged off toward the house and she followed him.
As soon as Grim got to the door and found it open, he knew something was wrong. "Rocky? Red?" he called into the empty cabin.
"Where can they be?" Melissa queried wondrously.
"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell going to find out," Grim growled.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the living room was his trousers, carelessly thrown in a corner of the room. The second thing he noticed was, So long, motherfuckers.
Melissa looked at it and observed, "Gee, that's the same color as my lipstick is."
"Was," Grim corrected, scowling. He picked up his trousers and felt for the money. "Gone," he said, disbelievingly. "My money's gone!" He threw the trousers across the room in a rage.
"My hard-earned money-all of it-gone! Just like that!"
"Where did it go?" Melissa asked innocently.
Grim started to ram his fist down her throat, and then changed his mind. "Just be quiet, Melissa, and let me think."
He thought a minute.
Melissa looked out the window. "My car's gone too!" she exclaimed.
"I coulda told you that," he growled, putting two and two together. Then he snapped, "Put your clothes on, woman. We're going to find those sonsofbitches, and when I get my hands on them, I'm going to kill them both." Then, thoughtfully, he added, "I wonder why Rocky ran off with a girl?"
Melissa hastily dressed and stood there nervously while Grim fumbled with the zipper of his trousers, trying to get his cock disentangled.
"What are we going to do?" she asked worriedly.
Without speaking, Grim grabbed her arm, and with a jerk, pulled her out of the cabin. He stomped over to the manager's cabin and, without bothering to knock on the door, shoved it open with his foot and burst inside.
The little man jumped out of the way of the door and said, "What's the meaning of this?"
Grim gave him a shove and the man tumbled down to the floor. Grim stepped over him and strode to the cash register purposefully.
"Wh-what are you doing?" the man shrieked hysterically.
Grim pushed the no sale key and scooped the cash from the drawer, stuffing it into his pocket. "Pretty slim pickings," he growled, "but it'll get me where I want to go."
"You can't take that," the man panted, out of breath from excitement.
"Watch me!" Grim snorted. Then, "Anyway, I figure you owe it to me." He gave the man a healthy kick in the stomach, completely knocking the wind from him. As the manager rolled around trying to catch his breath, Grim said, "You was getting your rocks off watching me and Melissa here screw-I don't put on no shows for free. Also, if you hadn't been oggling us, you woulda seen my partners clear out-so you owe me for that too."
The man's face was a sickly white as Grim searched for his keys and, finding them, pulled them from his pocket and stuck them in his own. "You're just lucky I'm not going to kill you."
The man looked like he was going to pass out from fright.
"Melissa, take off his clothes," Grim commanded.
Melissa looked at him uncertainly, then knelt down beside the man and started taking off his clothes.
"Hurry up," Grim growled. "We haven't got all day."
Melissa hurried, and when he was finally nude, she stepped back worriedly.
Grim took one look at the little man's shriveled up cock and laughed cruelly. "I've got a good mind to carve you up and stick that no-good-excuse-for-a-prick right down your throat."
Melissa gave out a horrified gasp which equalled the man's own.
Grim rescinded. "But I won't, if you tell me which car is yours."
The little man gave out a choked sob. "The blue Mercury-'59, out back."
Grim patted him on the head reassuringly.
"There, see? If you play it smart, you won't get hurt." Then, grabbing him by the hair, he pulled the man up to a standing position and walked him to the closet. Opening the closet door he grabbed a couple of neckties.
"Melissa, you tie his hands good."
Melissa did as ordered.
Then he said, "Now, tie a necktie around his cock."
Once again Melissa did his bidding-only this time distastefully. She picked up the fleshy little cock and began tying it up like a bandage.
Much to the man's horror, his cock began to get hard from her handling.
Grim laughed evilly. "That's okay. In fact that's even better." When she was through, Grim picked up the dangling end of the necktie around the man's cock and pulled it.
"Ow!" squeaked the man.
Grim smiled in satisfaction and shoved him into the closet. He tied the man's bound wrists to the clothes pole, and shutting the door, tied the dangling necktie end attached to the man's cock, to the outside doorknob, tightly.
"Now," he told the man through the door, "if you kick the door open, your cock's going to come off. You better hope no one rescues you. Also, if your cock goes down, the necktie will pull it even harder." He laughed hilariously and nudged Melissa between her ribs.
She smiled nervously, looking at the man sympathetically.
"Come on," Grim said gruffly, "let's get out of here."
Melissa looked at him uncertainly. "Are you just going to leave him like that?" she asked timidly.
Grim paused at the doorway and grabbed her arm roughly. "What do you want me to do? Leave him to call the police the minute we're out the door?"
"Well," she said, "you did take his money and his keys...."
Abruptly, Grim slapped her across the face. "Don't you ever tell me what to do, woman. You hear? Never! Besides," he added maliciously, "don't forget you took his food. If you don't watch it, I'll turn you into the police myself."
Tears began sliding down her cheeks as he dragged her out the door and around back. Spotting the car, he pushed her inside and climbed in behind her. As she began to cry aloud, he yanked her still-smarting face out of her hands and said, "Do you want to walk to town?"
She shook her head, still weeping.
"Then quit your sniveling. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a fucked-up sniveling bitch."
Melissa quit sniveling. Wiping her eyes on the hem of her dress, she moved over next to him and snuggled up comfortingly.
Grim softened slightly and put his arm around her, placing one hand securely over her boob.
As they sailed down the highway heading for town, Grim eyed the gas tank. It read empty.
"Cheap sonofabitch," he growled, "didn't even bother to put gas in it."
They made it to the outskirts of town, and Grim pulled into a gas station, removing his hand from Melissa's breast for her modesty's sake.
The gas station attendant came to the window. "Fill 'er up?" he asked, ogling Melissa.
"Yes," frowned Grim, pulling out his money as the attendant walked back to the gas pump. "Hell," he said to himself. "There's not even enough money here to pay for the gas."
The attendant started the pump, then walked back around to wash the windshield.
"You folks headed for town?" he asked conversationally.
"Yeah," Grim replied gruffly, trying to discourage him.
"They had some excitement up there, I hear," the attendant continued.
"Oh yeah? What happened?" Grim asked, suddenly very interested.
The guy took his time in answering, apparently enjoying drawing it out. "Seems like some people robbed the bank."
"You don't say," Grim said, his mind racing a mile a minute, but trying not to act too interested.
"Uh-huh," the man went on, throwing in his punch line: "By a broad-no less!" He peered down through the window at Melissa, eyeing her legs avidly. "No offense, ma'am."
Melissa smiled prettily at him. "Is that so?" Grim yawned casually. "They get away?"
"Naw," the attendant guffawed, "the sheriff was too smart for them. Caught them at a roadblock west of town."
"That's a downright shame," Grim drawled facetiously, "that they robbed the bank, I mean."
"Yeah," agreed the attendant. "It's really a shame they got caught, too, especially for the girl. Ol' sheriff's really got a thing about girls gone bad. He thinks all women should be sweet and innocent-and if they're not-he's got a special cell...."
"Tch, tch," said Grim, hearing enough. He started the motor and took off, to the surprise of the attendant-who jumped back out of the way, then scrambled to catch the gas hose which was snaking around and spewing gas everywhere. "Hey!" he hollered. "You forgot to pay for the gas!"
Melissa turned around in the seat and watched him out the back window curiously. Wisely, she said nothing at all.
Grim was grinning from ear to ear, a plan already forming in his mind on how to recover his money, plus theirs, plus getting rid of them to boot.
"Hear that, Melissa? That's Red and Rocky he's talking about-and they're locked up in jail. Haw, haw," he guffawed.
"Do you really think so?" she asked wondrously.
"'Course! And what's more-we're going to get them out!"
"Oh, that's wonderful! Then we can all be together again!" she said joyfully, clapping her hands.
CHAPTER SIX
As he pulled into town, Grim started looking around for a hardware store. When he finally spotted one, he pulled the car over and told Melissa to wait for him.
She sat in the car and smiled at passersby who looked at her curiously, lecherously, and hungrily. She even waved to a couple of them, but being a good girl, she spoke to no one.
Finally, Grim came out carrying a paper bag and cursing about the price of hardware.
"What's in the bag, Grim?" Melissa asked, mindful to watch her manners.
"Look for yourself, nosy," he grunted, starting the car.
Melissa greedily tore open the bag and looked inside. Curiously she pulled out a screwdriver.
"What's this?" she asked politely.
"My God, woman, haven't you ever seen a screwdriver?"
Melissa hung her head. "No...."
She dug back into the bag and pulled out three sticks of dynamite. Her face lit up. "I know what these are!" she said triumphantly.
"Really?" Grim said incredulously. "What?"
"Dynamite," she purred happily. "My daddy used to have some." Then her face clouded. "What are they for?"
Grim sighed. "I gotta blow up the jail if I'm gonna get them out, don't I?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Melissa, relievedly. "My, Grim, you're just the smartest man I ever met." She looked up at him adoringly with her big, innocent blue eyes.
Grim beamed, then beckoned her to look in the bag again.
"For me?" Melissa exclaimed excitedly, as she pulled out an all day-at least twenty-four inches in diameter-sucker.
"For you, baby," Grim chuckled. "But don't eat it until I tell you to, hear?"
"Okay," Melissa said reluctantly, listening to her stomach growling.
As Grim drove along the main street, he pointed out the tourist attractions to Melissa. "Hmmm, uh-huh, look, Melissa, there's the bank that must have got robbed," he pointed to the bank, and then about a block away, he pointed again, saying, "Yessir, and there's the jail where Rocky and Red must be staying." He couldn't smother a healthy chuckle.
Melissa looked at the jail wide-eyed. "My goodness," she declared, "I've never seen a jail before." She gave an involuntary shiver.
Across from the jail, Grim noticed, was a park, with a bench facing the front window of the jailhouse. Perfect. Back farther into the park, through a clump of eucalyptus trees, Grim spied an old-fashioned shithouse. That was perfect, too.
He drove around the block and then pulled up to the curb beside the park bench. Giving Melissa a fetching smile, he said, "Now you can eat your sucker, Melissa. But not in the car-I don't want a sticky mess all over the upholstery, understand?"
She nodded her head in agreement.
"There, that's a good girl. I'll tell you what. You get out and sit on the park bench and eat your sucker, while I walk back to the shithouse over there," he pointed to it, "and take a leak. Okay?"
She nodded her head again.
"Oh, and Melissa, just one thing...."
"Yes?" she said sweetly.
"I want you to lick that sucker all over, like you do to my cock. You know, practice on it a little."
She blushed, but nodded her head.
"I'm going to be watchin' you to make sure you do." He swatted her fanny. "Now go on, get out of here."
Melissa obediently opened the car door and got out, setting herself down on the uncomfortable park bench as Grim took off. She watched him until he was out of sight, wondering how he was going to watch her if he wasn't there. But then she saw him park around the block, and taking his bag, he disappeared around behind the shithouse.
Nonchalantly, and eagerly, Melissa tore off the wrapping on the all-day sucker. She had never seen such a big sucker. She ran her tongue up one side of it and down the other, smacking her lips. She licked around and around on it, thinking it would take her a hundred years to lick it down to the size of Grim's cock so she could stick it in her mouth. Nevertheless, he was probably watching, so she continued to avidly lick it as if it were an ice cream cone that refused to melt.
As she looked over the top of the sucker she saw a man with a sheriff's badge watching her through the jailhouse window. That had to be the sheriff, no doubt. Oh, well, she wasn't doing anything illegal-that she knew of at least. She gave the sucker a couple more wet slurps and saw the man gasp in fascination. She slurped again-his tongue licked his lips nervously. She slurped again-his hands disappeared below the window. She slurped again-and this time his whole body disappeared from the window and appeared at the door.
One more slurp, turning her head slightly to see if Grim was watching, and the sheriff began walking toward her, picking up speed with each new slurp. She licked her lips tastily as he sat down beside her.
"Afternoon, ma'am," the sheriff said politely, his tongue hanging out lecherously.
"Mmnph," as she continued to lick the sucker.
"You sure look like you enjoy licking-suckers, that is," the sheriff continued, feasting his eyes on her ripe boobs.
"Mmmmhuhhhhh," she agreed, running her tongue around the rim of the sucker daintily.
"Oh my God," the sheriff groaned, clutching his cock through his pants. Then, "Sure is hot out this time of day, don't you think?"
"Mmmhmmmm," she agreed once more. She paused and ran her tongue over her lips.
"A, you, a, wouldn't, a, consider keeping me company over at the jail while you eat that thing, a, would you?" he asked, pleadingly, frantically, lecherously.
Melissa stopped suddenly, an uncertain frown crossing her face. "You mean you're going to put me in jail?" She bit her candy-sweet red lips.
"Heavens no! You're not that type of girl. It's just...." he floundered for the right words " ... that you're driving me crazy ... I mean, sitting out here in the hot sun and all ... and I thought-well, I have an air conditioner at the jail...."
Melissa sniffed and went back to her sucker.
The sheriff hit on an idea. "I got some more suckers at the jail, (heh, heh,) and if you come with me, I'll let you have it-them, I mean."
Her eyes widened slightly. "You'll give me some more suckers?"
"Yeah! Hell, I mean heck-I gotta bigger sucker than that one even," he snickered lewdly, beginning to lose control of himself.
"You do? I'd like to see it! I haven't eaten since this morning...."
The sheriff cut her off. "I guarantee, if you come with me, you can eat all you like."
Melissa looked around, and not seeing Grim, decided it would be all right to go with the sheriff. After all, if you couldn't trust a sheriff....
As soon as they got inside, the sheriff locked and bolted the door.
"What did you do that for?" Melissa asked.
"Uh, just to make sure the prisoners don't get out, that's all. Nothing to worry your pretty little ass-head-I mean, about."
"Oh," Melissa sighed, looking around to see if she could see Rocky or Red and say hello. "Where's the sucker, sheriff?" She turned around to face him and suddenly jumped back in surprise ... My Goodness! The sheriff had changed. He had his thing hanging out of his pants, he was drooling, his eyes were unfocused, and suddenly his hands were on her head, urging her down to his exposed crotch. "That's the sucker, baby," he breathed wheezingly. "Show the nice sheriff how you lick your suckers, okay?"
Melissa didn't see any harm. After all, he was a sheriff....
She knelt down in front of him, placing her sucker on his desk first. Then she placed her other sucker over his cock, tasting it. She looked up at him and said, "It's not as sweet as mine...."
"Mmmphhh," the sheriff yelped hysterically, waving his arms frantically in a helpless gesture of lust.
Melissa leaned over him, stroking his stiff rod, first with one hand and then with both. Finally she brought her mouth down to it and enclosed the heavily veined cock in a moist, warm pressure. She held his prick with one hand, while sucking it steadily, rhythmically. Up and down, with a twisting motion of her tongue at the point of each stroke.
He tensed his loins, looking down and getting even more excited from watching. She began to suck a little harder, sometimes giving him a little bite, or scraping his bone of thick flesh with her teeth. His cock was white under the scraping suck and bright purple at its tip.
At his urgings, Melissa released his cock with her hand and put both hands under his ass, holding his buttocks while she rammed her mouth down on his penis. His prick disappeared right down her. He wondered that it didn't choke her.
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the glans vibrate and pulse as if it were a beacon flashing out a code into the darkness. The sheriff stiffened his hips, pressing his ankles together. He felt the movement growing in his balls, as if he wanted to piss but couldn't. He watched her face working over his abdomen, her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his staff sweetly, sucking it voraciously. He pushed his loins up at her face, arching the lower part of his body from hips to toes. His mouth worked in a sweet agony. His throat was dry. His penis felt like a huge, top-heavy tree trunk. It was a tree trunk that was being felled, growing heavier and heavier until it would suddenly fall down, down ... He gasped. The moment was nearly there. It was growing, growing. Strangled noises forced their way up from his lungs through the tortured passage of his gullet. There wasn't far to go. He writhed his hips furiously, with Melissa hanging on as best she could. He seemed to be spinning; he saw as in a wild roundabout her face working, the lips sucking, his penis soaring, his body straining-"BBBBOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"
The earth was trembling, and the blast was echoing in the air. The sheriff gave a strangled agonizing cry and pushed Melissa's lips from his cock. "What was that?" he shrieked.
"What was what?" Melissa asked confusedly.
"That noise-sounded like an explosion-" The sheriff's words trailed off as he looked out the window and saw the smoke-everywhere. It was so thick he could not even see across the street. His balls hurting so bad that there was a roaring in his ears, the sheriff hitched up his pants, hastily handed Melissa his keys, telling her he'd be right back, and ran out the door.
Melissa stood there dumbfounded, blinking her eyes at the smoke, and hanging onto the keys for dear life. "Mercy!" she breathed, wondrously. Then she heard a familiar voice.
"What the fuck is going on out there?"
Melissa turned around gleefully. She tried to see where the voice was coming from, but the smoke was beginning to seep into the jail. "Is that you, Red?" she asked timidly.
There was total silence. Then, "Melissa?"
She followed the voice. It seemed to be coming from a doorway at the back of the office. She peered down the hall. "Yoohoo, Red, where arrrreee youuuuu?"
"Melissa," she heard Red pant, "in here!"
Melissa walked down the hall and suddenly saw Red-behind bars. "Red!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Red instantly spotted the keys in her hand.
"No time for that-quick, give me the keys!" Red yelled.
Melissa pondered it for a moment. "Well, I don't know...."
Red grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to the bars, snatching the keys from her fist. Melissa looked past her and saw a beautiful, sultry-looking Negress spread out on a cot in the same cell. "Who's that?" she asked Red.
Red opened the cell door. "Melissa, meet Rossylyn-my roommate."
"Pleased to meet you," Melissa said courteously.
Rossylyn smiled a sexy smile and casually got up from the cot and walked out of the cell.
Red started for the door. "Come on, Melissa, there's no time to waste! What was that explosion?"
Melissa followed her out the door. "I don't know ... me and the sheriff was just...."
Red gave her a dirty look. "Yeah, never mind."
Rossylyn, pulling up the rear, laughed deep in her throat.
Melissa looked at them curiously, wondering what the joke was. Red snorted impatiently and grabbed her hand, pulling her out toward the front door.
"Wait!" yelled Melissa, grabbing her sucker from the desk. Then she was being pulled out the door. Red stepped out onto the street and hesitated for a moment.
Rossylyn pointed across the street, and Red, looking in that direction, saw smoke billowing from the park-and a heavy odor of shit hung in the air.
"Yecht!" she exclaimed. "Come on-around back!" The three girls dashed around the corner of the building and ran smack into Grim!
"Oh no!" Red screamed, her face suddenly going pale. "Not you-!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Grim, watching Melissa at work from his vantage point inside the park shithouse, grinned in satisfaction. Nobody could turn a man on like Melissa-that was for sure. He waited, watching her lick her sucker, and shifted his balls around, trying not to get a hard-on. Sure enough-in less than five minutes he saw the figure of the sheriff crossing the street toward Melissa. He waited till the sheriff led her off to jail, and then began his work.
He dug a small hole in the dirt floor of the shithouse with his bare hands, then stuck a stick of dynamite into the completed hole. Then, taking a cigarette from his pocket, he stuck the dynamite fuse into the cigarette filter, lodging it securely, then placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. When he was satisfied it would burn down to the fuse, giving him plenty of time to make the preparations for his next plan, he laid the cigarette-fuse down on the floor and split.
He ran across the park, snuck stealthily across the street, and skipped around the building to the back of the jail. Looking it over, he spied Rocky through the upstairs window.
"Hey, motherfucker!" he cursed up at him.
Rocky looked out the window and gasped in honor as he saw Grim.
"Yeah, it's me, motherfucker. And I'm going to kill you!" Grim laughed uproariously.
Rocky turned white. "Grim! Lookit, man, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it-"
"Yeah," Grim spat, "I know-Red made you do it. Uh-huh, that's what she did. She twisted your arm, held you at gun point, and forced you to steal my money and Melissa's car. That right?"
"That's right," Rocky babbled. "That's exactly low it happened. Honestly, Grim, you know I wouldn't cross you-please don't kill me-" His words were choked off from a sob.
"You no good sonofabitch; you worthless hunk of shit; you piss-head-tell you what I'm going to do, Rocky-baby. You tell me where you got all the money hid, and I'll bust you out of there."
"Aw, Grim," Rocky whined, "if I tell you where the money's hid you'll just go ahead and kill me." Then, sensing his power, Rocky became braver. "You bust me out first, and then I'll tell you where the money's hid." Then, more meekly, he said, "Okay?"
Grim mulled this over, when suddenly the dynamite exploded. Rocky disappeared from view momentarily, and Grim realized he didn't have much time to waste arguing. He took out his screwdriver and began punching a hole into the side of the wall.
Rocky appeared back at the window. "What was: that, Grim?" he asked shakily.
"Dynamite, I reckon," Grim said noncommittally, continuing to punch out a hole, "What are you doing, Grim?" Rocky asked, more shakily than ever.
"I'm gonna blow up the jail," Grim replied.
"You can't do that, Grim. You'll never find the money-you can't-you wouldn't-Oh God, I'm sorry-" Rocky began to cry.
"Oh, shut up, shithead. I'm gonna bust you out with this dynamite," then sternly, "ONLY because of the money."
"Oh, thank you, Grim, thank you, oh...."
He was interrupted when Red, followed by Rossylyn, followed by Melissa, ran smack into Grim from around the corner of the jailhouse.
Grim had her firmly in his grip before she realized what was happening.
After her startled exclamation of recognition, Grim gave her a healthy slap across the face. "You bitch! You filthy, thieving bitch!" He put his fingers around her throat and squeezed. "I've got a good mind to kill you!"
Melissa gasped. "You wouldn't do that, Grim, would you?" she asked fearfully.
Grim ignored her and released his hands from Red's throat. "Where's the money, bitch?" He shook her till her bones rattled and her teeth chattered. "Tell me where the motherfucking money is or I'll kill you right now."
"Yes, yes, I'll tell you!" Red rattled, all her defiance, rebellion and smart-alecky attitude gone now as she pleaded for her life.
Grim let go of her and she staggered backward, sprawling on the ground.
Rocky yelled down at her frantically. "Don't tell him, Red. Please, don't tell him. If you tell him he'll kill me-"
"Shut up, you sniveling little bastard," Grim roared, outraged. He looked back at Red, still lying on the ground, afraid to move.
"It's buried under a tree, along the highway west of town-honest, Grim...."
Grim looked at her carefully, and decided to believe her. "Okay, I guess I'll have to take you along so you can show me which tree-but if you're lying...."
"Oh, no," she said, looking up at him wide-eyed. "I swear it!" She began weeping, her spirit thoroughly broken.
For the first time, Grim noticed Rossylyn. She was standing there casually, one hand resting on her hip lazily. She looked him coolly in the eye. His gaze swept over her body appreciatively, and then he turned his attention back to Rocky. Without another word, he stuck the stick of dynamite in the hole and lit the fuse. Then he pushed the girls back down the alley and waited for the blast.
Rocky's face in the window turned a sickly green, and then he disappeared from their view, whipping the mattress off his cell cot and hiding himself underneath it, steeling himself for the shock.
He hadn't long to wait-
"B B B B B AAAAARRRROOOOMMMM," the dynamite thundered, completely ripping off the back wall of the jail.
Through the smoke, Grim could see Rocky-alive and well-his face blackened with soot, and his teeth chattering with fear.
Red giggled in spite of herself, and the other two girls laughed too.
Grim pulled out his last stick of dynamite and stuck it in a niche at the side of the jail. "If that one didn't get you-this one will," he snickered cruelly.
"Grim! For God's sake-please don't kill me!" Rocky was shaking from head to foot as Grim lit the fuse. In a last, desperate attempt, he wailed, "I'll never leave you again ... I'll work for you, help you pull the bank jobs and never ask for a cent...." Then, sobbing, he wailed, "I'll even go straight-screw Red right in front of you-anything, aannnyyy-tthhhiing!" With one last horrified gasp as he saw the fuse burning to the edge of the dynamite stick, he dived back underneath the mattress.
The girl's faces paled, and Grim quickly hustled them down the alley, toward a parking lot where he recognized Melissa's car. He didn't even look back as the final explosion rocked the town. But Melissa did.
"Look!" she exclaimed joyfully, pointing back down the alley.
Grim stopped and looked around as Rocky, gasping for breath, his hair singed, and his face so black all they could see was the whites of his eyes, ran to catch up to them. When Rocky reached them, he stood there panting, trying to breathe, gasping for air, his eyes rolling in their sockets, and Grim said, "Oh, it's you again." Turning on his heels he continued toward the car, the rest of the group following meekly behind-including Rocky.
People were crowding the streets, running toward the jail, and the town was filled with a festive atmosphere. No one paid any attention to Grim and his charges.
Fortunately, the keys were still in the car. Grim slid in behind the wheel with Melissa next to him, Red and Rossylyn got in the backseat, and Rocky lifted his body heavily into the back of the station wagon just as Grim took off.
"Ooofff!" he said as he hit the floor of the car. Then he passed out.
Grim drove past the park and viewed the shit-covered park grounds. He chuckled when he. saw the sheriff running around, waving his arms madly, his feet trampling in the shit. There was no sign of the public shithouse which had once been standing there. Just a large, smelly hole, with smelly water beginning to flood it.
No one said a word until they were out of town. Then Grim turned to Red and curled his lips back. "Okay, bitch, where's the tree?"
"Keep going about another three miles," she said petulantly.
"It just better be there," Grim snarled. Then he slid his hand under Melissa's dress and fondled her crotch to comfort himself. Melissa blushed, and turned her head away, embarrassed. Grim's eyes flickered in the rear view mirror and met Rossylyn's eyes. She smiled slowly, spreading her lips sensuously and showing her pearly white teeth. Her chocolate skin gleamed invitingly. Grim clutched Melissa's crotch more tightly, and turned his eyes back to the road.
Suddenly Red said, "There it is!" excitedly. Grim looked in the direction she was pointing, and instantly recognized Bruce, tied to a tree. He pulled the car to a screeching stop on the shoulder of the highway, and ordered everyone out of the car-except Rocky, who was still unconscious. As the girls got out one by one, Grim grabbed Red by the arm and pulled her to the tree.
Bruce wagged his tail as they approached him.
"What's he doing here?" Grim asked Red, pointing at Bruce.
"Guarding the money...." Red faltered. "Some guard," Grim grumbled. Then he let go of Red's arm. "Okay, where's the money?"
Red rubbed her arm where his grip had bruised her. "Under that tree," she said, pointing to the tree that Bruce was guarding happily. Grim scrutinized the ground closely, and recognized the fresh dirt indicating that was indeed where the money was.
He got to his knees and began to dig feverishly. Then he stopped, remembering the girls. Giving Red an evil eye, he said, "Don't try anything cute-like running off while my back's turned...." Red said nothing, her eyes cast downward at the ground.
After five minutes of digging, Grim recovered the suitcase full of money.
Eagerly, he unlatched the lock and looked inside. "Whew!" he breathed, overwhelmed. He looked over at Red, amazed, "How much money's here?"
Red stuck her fingers in the waist of her bell bottoms and for the first time looked at him defiantly. "Ten grand."
"Jesus!" Grim exclaimed, looking from her to the money, then back to her. "And you pulled this off yourself?"
"Yep," Red returned, noncommittally.
Grim rose to a standing position, suitcase in hand, and looked the girls over, as if pondering their fate.
Melissa stood there uneasily, clasping her hands tightly in front of her, while Red shifted her weight from one leg to the other nervously ... Rossylyn, as was apparently her habit, just stood there and smiled.
"Who's she?" Grim asked Red, finally getting around to an introduction.
"That's Rossylyn, my former cell-mate," Red answered. Then, remembering her manners, Red turned to Rossylyn. "Rossylyn, meet Grim."
Rossylyn stepped forward and held her hand out toward Grim graciously. "How do you do?" she said in her sultry voice.
Grim, astonished at the formality, took her hand and shook it weakly. "Howdy," he grumbled.
Rossylyn stepped back and resumed her silent smile.
Grim looked her over once more, then said, "Well, Rossylyn, I don't know why you were in jail-"
"For murder," Rossylyn interrupted.
Grim choked, then recovering his composure,; continued, "but I have no grude against you. You're free to go if you wish."
Rossylyn shrugged her shoulders. "I have no where to go; I might as well go with you. If they catch me, they'll hang me anyway. What can I lose?" She shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
"Your virginity-for one thing," Grim breathed heavily, beginning to get hot just from looking at her.
"Hah!" Rossylyn laughed good-naturedly, a twinkle in her eye. "I lost that a long, long time ago."
"Okay," Grim assented, "but I warn you-no woman better ever double-cross me again, and if you come with me, whatever I say goes. You got that?"
Rossylyn nodded her head, showing her teeth again.
Grim tore his gaze from her and turned on Red. "As for you, bitch, you got no choice. You're coming with me-like it or not, you whore." Then an idea brightened his face. "As a matter-of-fact, that's just what you're gonna be!"
"What?" Red asked fearfully.
"A whore, that's what!" Grim growled gruffly. "You can pay your own way, and maybe make up to me for the damage you've done."
Red didn't argue.
"What about me?" Melissa volunteered.
Grim softened slightly and patted her on the head. "You don't have anything to worry about, sweetheart."
Melissa smiled happily, not noticing Red's hateful glare. But Grim noticed. He gave Red a shove toward the car, then said, "Let's get going-I don't have all day."
He untied the St. Bernard and the five of them trudged back to the car. When they were all in-Bruce sharing the back with Rocky, who was still out-Grim patted the suitcase full of money affectionately, and took off with a roar.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cruising down the highway and heading for the state line, Grim whistled as he thought of all the things he was going to do with the money-after things cooled off. Cunningly, he realized that by putting all three girls to work for him, with Rocky as their pimp, he could just sit back and get rich doing nothing. Nothing at all! He smirked for the next fifty miles, then, crossing into New Mexico, he started looking for a bank.
"Why are you looking for a bank?" Red asked Grim, resigned to her fate, but nevertheless retaining her feminine curiosity. "You aren't going to pull another job already, are you?"
Grim gave her a nasty look. "Hell no! I'm gonna make a deposit!" He chuckled.
"What?" Red gasped, astonished.
"What safer place is there while it's hot? It sure as hell ain't safe around you. Nope," he said decisively, "I'm gonna place the money in a safety deposit box-under Melissa's name."
Melissa gasped this time. "You mean you're giving me all the money?"
"Hell no!" Grim cursed angrily. "What a bunch of stupid broads." Then he explained, "The only reason I'm putting it in your name is cause you're the only one that isn't wanted by the police-and besides that, you're the only one I can trust." He said this quite soberly, as if just realizing the truth of this statement, and Melissa flushed.
"Thank you, Grim," Melissa said softly. "You can count on me for anything, cause-" she stopped, suddenly realizing her true feelings also-"cause I love you...." she finished, biting her lip and looking up at him nervously.
Grim's features softened as his face broke into a smile. "Sure, Melissa, that's just fine with me."
One hundred miles later, Grim pulled into a fairly sizable city. Sizing it up at a glance, and noticing the numerous Army servicemen milling around downtown, he decided this was home for a while.
He pulled up in front of a bank and went inside, Melissa firmly in tow. When they came out, Melissa had a brand new bank account-her first one-and a dreamy grin on her face. Grim kept his six hundred dollars, figuring he'd need it to get started, and he handed Melissa a five-dollar-bill.
"Here, Melissa, here's your wages. I figure you've well earned it."
"Thank you," Melissa exclaimed excitedly, popping the money into her purse and wondering how to spend it.
"Now, girls, I reckon we'll find us a hotel," Grim announced.
"What about him?" Red asked, pointing at Rocky's still form.
"What about him?" Grim growled.
"Well, you can't just carry him into the hotel-can you?" she asked.
Grim thought it over and decided she was right. "No, I suppose not. He ain't hurt is he? I don't want any blood in my hotel room."
Red crawled over the seat and got back with Rocky and the St. Bernard. She checked his pulse and looked over the damages. "Naw, he looks okay to me."
"Slap his face, then," Grim ordered.
Red hesitated uncertainly.
"Go on, slap his face!" Grim thundered.
"WWWWhhhhaaappp!" Red slapped as hard as she could, knocking Rocky's still form up against the St. Bernard. Bruce began licking his face concernedly, and Red couldn't pry them apart. She looked up at Grim helplessly.
Then Rocky stirred. "Mmmph!" his arms flailed at the wet tongue kissing his face. Bruce continued to lick him, wiping his face clean of the soot. He even gave Rocky's hair a few swipes-after which Red ran a comb through it, trying to make him look presentable.
Finally he opened his eyes, moaned, and sat up.
"It's about time," Grim grunted, deciding he looked presentable enough. He pulled up in front of a motel and got out. As it turned out, Rocky didn't even have to see the desk clerk, as Grim returned shortly with a key. He swung the car around back and pulled up beside a lonely looking cottage.
"All out," he grinned. "This is our new home for a while."
Everyone climbed out of the car, including Bruce, which Red tied to a nearby tree. Then they went inside.
Rocky, regaining his strength, looked around and said, "You mean all five of us are going to live in here?"
"Yep," Grim replied gruffly. "And there's no time to waste, either. You're all going to earn your keep-and like it here."
"I like it just fine," Rossylyn spoke up. "It sure beats a jail cell." She flopped into an overstuffed chair and stretched languorously.
"I think it's nice...." Melissa said uncertainly, looking at the shoddy furniture and the two lumpy beds.
Red sniffed disdainfully. "It could be worse, I suppose."
"You're goddamned right it could be worse.
Now shut up, all of you."
The room quieted and they all looked at Grim expectantly.
"You girls better rest up for a while-you're going to be plenty busy later on. I'd suggest you all take a shower, too." He turned to Rocky. "As for you, punk, you're going to go downtown and drum up tonight's business while I go get us some food. And there better be some customers here by the time I get back," he added threateningly.
Rocky looked at him stupefied. "You mean I'm going to be a pimp?" he squeaked.
"That's the way it's going to be, all right," Grim confirmed.
"But I don't know how! What do I tell them? Where do I find customers??"
Grim frowned. "You're supposed to have all the brains-do I have to explain everything down to the last detail?"
Rocky stared at the floor and nodded his head.
Grim sighed. "Okay, this is an Army town-there's plenty of horny soldiers walking around downtown. You walk up to a likely looking guy and ask him if he's interested in some action-female action, that is. If he is, you just send him over here, and the girls will do the rest-all except Melissa that is. I don't want anybody fucking up her virginity, is that clear? Anything else is all right with me, as long as they pay for it-cash. Do you understand now?" he asked.
"Yes," Rocky said glumly.
"And don't try anything foolish, like running away, if you know what's good for you," Grim added warningly.
"I won't, Grim." Rocky left the cabin forlornly.
Grim turned to Melissa. "Okay, Melissa, you're in charge until I get back. You keep your eye on Red-I don't want any surprises when I come home."
"Okay," Melissa said solemnly, feeling very important now.
Grim gave Red one last dirty look, then he too left.
When the door shut behind him, the girls relaxed. "Okay, Melissa, you're in charge here," Red mimicked. "Melissa, this, Melissa, that." She turned on Melissa hotly. "I'm sick of your goody-goody ways. You and your goddamned virginity. I'll bet you're not a virgin, are you, Melissa baby? You've had it stuck up your cunt before, isn't that right? Come on, you can tell me...."
Melissa shrank back fearfully. "No, no, I've never done that-honest," she said, looking from Red to Rossylyn nervously.
"Maybe so," Red replied coolly, "but you've done everything else-haven't you!" she demanded.
"Have you ever done it with a girl, Melissa?" Rossylyn asked throatily, gazing at Melissa with new interest.
Melissa clutched her hands to her face. "Why are you asking me all these questions?"
"Look at the scared little baby," Red clucked. "What are you afraid of, Melissa?" Red advanced on her slowly, backing Melissa up to a corner. Suddenly Red snatched Melissa's dress in her hand and gave it a yank.
"No!" Melissa shrieked, as Red ripped the dress from her completely, then ripped it into shreds.
"Now you'll just have to go naked, Melissa. You can be our little pussy, we'll take care of you, you'll see.
Red and Rossylyn exchanged glances.
"Let me," Rossylyn murmured lustily.
Red shrugged her shoulders and backed off.
Rossylyn came down on her then, panting, pushing her onto the bed. The moment Melissa's skin touched hers, Rossylyn quivered with sensual delight and gritted out between her teeth: "My God, I'm going to suck you as you've never been sucked before."
"Please, please," Melissa whimpered.
Their mouths locked together then, and Melissa struggled to free herself. It was no use; the Negress was much stronger. Rossylyn's mouth moved voraciously over her neck and shoulders, and down to her hard, erect-nippled breasts. She sucked them into her mouth, running her tongue over the smooth, creamy flesh, bringing gasps of mixed pain and pleasure from Melissa's lips as she gave her hard little bites. Then Rossylyn's mouth moved on and slid down to her ribs, below the breasts, down to her navel. Her tongue explored it briefly, then moved away, following the line of down straight to the sudden protrusion of pubic hair. Then, quickly, Rossylyn gave Melissa's crotch a few wet laps, and stood back from the bed.
Melissa's cheeks turned crimson as she smelled the musky scent of sex filling the room. Her heart beat furiously. There was a curious sensation in her cunt, which was foreign to her. It was throbbing. Instinctively, she clutched it. It was all hot and moist down there, and the tiny clitoris at the top of her pussy where the lips of sex first began to part in their mysterious way, was erect and as stiff as a pin.
She heard Rossylyn and Red laughing at her, but she didn't care. For the first time, Melissa was really aroused. She looked up at the Negress who had done it.
"Do you want some more, baby?" Rossylyn crooned, and she moved the palm of her hand around and around on Melissa's frustrated pussy. She felt the soft sex-tongue bend and twist under the manipulation.
Melissa became so hot she cried out, "Oh! Oh! Do something, help me, please, PLEASE!"
Rossylyn threw herself to the floor in front of Melissa's superb legs, which were dangling over the side of the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Melissa asked in a small voice.
"Nothing you won't like, sweetheart," Rossylyn replied assuringly, plunging her black head between Melissa's thighs. She curled her tongue around Melissa's clitoris with the greatest of ease, brushing lightly with her tongue all over the lips of her cunt. Then she shoved her tongue into Melissa's vagina.
"Oh Oh!" Melissa shrieked, oscillating her hips about the smooth, soft mouth of the black woman. Wild with passion, she moved her panting pussy ferociously about the lapping mouth of the Negress. She felt her passion about to break, and Rossylyn, sensing it, leaped astride her and pushed her own cunt, all soft and furry, next to Melissa's. The fleshy lips were larger and rougher and they seemed to suck her cunt into them.
Melissa saw a flash of light as the door opened and somebody came in, but she paid no attention, and neither did Rossylyn. Neither did they hear Red gasp, as the passion of orgasm swept over both of them, pounding into their crotches with simultaneous fury. Melissa's body shook from head to foot, and her nerve endings were screaming up and down her spine. Then she felt Rossylyn lift her weight off. Melissa put her hands down to her crotch and held them there as she rocked through her final tremors.
Then she opened her eyes weakly-and saw Grim's face looking down at her, horribly.
CHAPTER NINE
"You little slut!" Grim raged. "You turnin' into a Lezzie, Melissa?"
Melissa looked up at him, ashamed of herself, and horrified of him. "I ... I...."
SMACK!!! The flat of Grim's huge hand hit her scarlet cheeks with a thunderous blow. He looked at her evilly. "Maybe what you really need is a big, fat cock stuffed up your good-for-nothing cunt." He pulled his cock out of his pants and waved it at her. "This what you want?"
"No! No!" Melissa cried, her voice tinged with hysteria.
Grim leaped onto the bed and knelt beside her, still holding his cock in his hand. Clutching it next to her face, he slapped her with it, back and forth. As his cock stiffened, the blows became harder, thudding against her cheekbone, her nose, her salty lips. Then Grim straddled her and began knocking it against her breasts.
"Ow! Ow!" Melissa yelped, her body writhing on the bed, trying to get away from the blistering cock.
Grim used his weapon harder, his eyes shining with lust. He whacked his cock over the entire surface of her body, leaving red welts and bruises where her flesh had once been white and creamy. The more his prick stung, the hotter he got, until suddenly he cried out in tortured agony and his sperm gushed all over Melissa, running in little driblets down her side, between the valley of her breasts, and forming a puddle in her navel.
Then he stood up shakily and looked at the mess that had once been his beautiful Melissa.
Her face was pale with fright, her hair was tangled and sticky with sperm, and she was looking up at him wide-eyed with fear.
Even Red looked at her sympathetically.
Then Grim turned on Rossylyn, slightly out of breath. "If there's one thing I hate worse than a double-crosser, it's a Lez."
Rossylyn didn't twitch a muscle as she gazed back at him coolly. "Think what you like."
Grim's face flushed with renewed anger and he started toward her when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Who the hell...?" he muttered, jerking the door open angrily.
A horny-looking soldier in uniform stood there nervously. He eyed Grim, then hastily turned to leave, saying, "Excuse me, I must have the wrong place...."
Grim caught him by the shirtsleeve and pulled him inside. "You got the right place. Did Rocky send you?"
The soldier looked at the girls and opened his mouth in astonishment when he saw the unsightly mess that was Melissa. "Yeah," he said, remembering Grim's question. "How much are they?"
"Well, that depends," Grim said slowly, regaining his composure. "Do you want to suck, fuck, or what?"
The soldier eyed Melissa. "What's wrong with her? She isn't diseased, is she?"
"Nothing wrong with her at all-just had a little accident, that's all," Grim replied gruffly. He tried to turn the soldier's attention to the other girls. "Why don't you try the redhead? She's a pretty good lay...."
The soldier ignored him, feasting his hungry eyes on the now-trembling, cum-spattered Melissa. "I want that one."
Grim started to refuse, but then remembered what she had been doing when he got home. "Tell you what. You want to have some fun?"
The soldier nodded his head, his gaze never leaving Melissa's body.
Grim walked over and picked up the bag he had brought home with him. He pulled out a classy-looking vibrator, handed it to the soldier, and whispered in his ear.
The soldier's face broke into a sadistic grin. Then he hunched over in front of Melissa, bending so she could see the hazed glitter in his eyes. His face only inches from her side-turned face, he spoke to her, his breath strangely sweet. "You'll like this, I know you will...."
Then his face moved out of line of vision, leaving only the tortured memory of his stubbled, maniacal grin, and a feeling of apprehensive dread in the darkened void.
She sensed, rather than heard him unravel a long cord and plug it in beside the table. Where was he? What was he going to do to her? She couldn't see him! Then:
"Aaaaaaahhh!" she screamed. Something alive, something was crawling up her leg! Making awful, buzzing sounds....
"Shhhh ... it won't hurt you," that horrible raspy voice echoed in the blackness of her mind.
What was it? What was he doing to her! Her skin crawled with the touch of that thing....
The soldier withdrew the vibrator and looked over at Grim, who was standing at the window, his back to them. "I'm gonna need some help holding her down."
Grim jerked his head at the two girls. "Get your asses over there and do something useful for a change," he snapped.
Red and Rossylyn stepped over to the bed and looked down at Melissa's tear-stained face sadly. Reluctantly, Red got a firm grip on Melissa's arms, while Rossylyn spread her legs and tied them to the bedpost.
Melissa lay there, spread-eagled and helpless, with a bewildered expression on her face. "Grim? Why are you doing this to me?" she asked weakly.
Grim looked away.
She strained violently, the leather straps Rossylyn had used cutting deeply into her ankles as she tried to escape. Realizing it was no use, she screamed hopelessly, making no sound.
The soldier giggled, watching the squirming, moaning girl, and then renewed the path of the buzzing vibrator in his hand ... running it slowly up the inside of one trembling leg, and down the other.
"Ooooohhhh! Nnnnoooooohh! What are you doing to me? Please! Grim, I can't staaaaannnnd it!" she screamed again and again.
Then the sound, the inflection of her cries began to change ... to soften ... to plead. She began to moan quietly, whimperingly....
Great waves of heat came roaring through her body.
"Flip her over on her stomach," the soldier commanded, his breath coming raggedly. He stepped back till the girls were through, and then renewed his attack once more.
Melissa writhed almost uncontrollably on the bed, straining at her bonds, as the soldier slowly, methodically ran the vibrator through the crease of her soft arching buttocks, across the small of her back ... down the soft undersides of her arms and back again to her shoulderblades ... and teasingly down the curving furrow of her spine.
She had cried out, wanting to scream at the top of her lungs when she felt the violent vibrating spread the tensed cheeks of her ass, burrowing in between them, then across her back....
"Ohhhhhh ... yes! That's it! Hold it there! Lower! Move it lower! Ahhhh!"
He moved it down, digging it deeper between her buttocks, feeling it bump against the raised, strained circle of her anus, holding it there for several seconds ... feeling her jerk violently against the quivering black instrument in his hand.
Further down, until it nestled against the trembling, moistened lips of her cunt, running it lightly back and forth.
"There! Yes, there! Hold it there...! Ooooohhhh ... yes! Please don't take it away!"
Her frenzied moans and the heavy, raspy breathing of the lust-crazed soldier concealed the sound of the door opening. And the sudden shaft of light that came and then disappeared as the door was closed again went unnoticed by either of them, as an unhappy Grim left the room, unable to watch the sex-crazed transformation in Melissa.
Melissa's cries softened into quiet whimpering moans as she violently ground her hips against the surface of the bed ... slammed her pelvis again and again against the mattress.
The soldier unconsciously began to imitate the movements of the young girl. Without even realizing that he had done it, he had placed one hand between his legs, and was holding himself as he felt the heat rising relentlessly in his loins.
The pounding excitement that was racing through his body was almost unbearable as he watched the squirming girl ... heard her begging voice....
"Ohhhhhh ... please ... PLEASE! I want to feel it inside me!"
He jerked to the end of the bed and lightly touched the vibrator to the soles of her feet.
"Oh, yes, there it is. I can feel it, it's driving me crazy!" Her mind whirled in ecstasy. "Oh, please hurry ... that's it, move it up my legs, faster ... faster!"
The soldier felt the heat flood his face, cloud his eyes, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he ran the vibrating extension of his hand slowly up her straining thighs. He watched her buttocks arching toward him, lifting off the bed ... heard her moans.
He moved the instrument down between her thighs.
"Oooohhhhh ... yes! Move it up further!" she cried out. "Put it in me! I want it ... I'm ready now ... PUT IT IN!!!"
The soldier felt himself swelling, felt his lust-thickened penis trying to burst loose from the confines of his trousers. It was beginning to hurt him, the ache increasing with the growth of his throbbing organ as it tried to break through the tightness of his pants. He edged the vibrator further between her legs, searching for the hot, tight opening that pleaded for fulfillment....
Melissa felt it getting closer. "Oh, yes-now! Put it in...!" She raised her buttocks even higher, straining to make it as easy for him as possible.
It was there! It touched the quivering pussy-lips, sent violent shocks through her arching body as it brushed across the wet, circled mound of pubic hair.
She screamed. "Push it in ... push it in harder!"
With one hand the man probed deeper and deeper into the screaming girl, watching the hot, hair-lined lips of her vagina closing firmly around the delving instrument, seeming to be pulling it, sucking it even further in.
His other hand groped frantically at his trousers, yanking down the zipper, stripping them along with his shorts down his trembling legs.
Freed, his swollen penis sprang up-vibrating like the object in his other probing hand. He kicked the clothes coiled around his feet from him and moved clumsily up on the bed until he stood opposite her straining face.
Her hips were gyrating wildly now, raising and lowering to grip and absorb more and more of the vibrating machine. Her head turned to the side, and she saw the thick, pulsating shaft angled pointedly out from the forest of black hair.
She kept trying to reach it with her mouth, her tongue darting out-trying to run the glistening tip across the reddened crown.
She couldn't reach it! Red was holding her right arm too tightly!
"Oh, I can't ... I can't reach it ... Come closer, please come closer!"
He strained forward, but even with its great length, his swollen and throbbing cock couldn't quite reach her waiting lips.
Angrily, anxiously, he pushed Red away from Melissa's arms, then removed his hand from the vibrator-leaving it running, jiggling inside her-and with both hands clumsily tore at the leather straps that held her feet down. As they broke loose, she swung awkwardly to her side, brutally grabbing the erect thickness of his prick and thrusting it greedily into her open mouth.
She groped for the vibrator with one hand, finding the cord, and then finally the delicious vibrating instrument that was giving her so much pleasure. She held it there, feeling the pulsations fill her whole being.
Her tongue lashed out, encircling the velvet smoothness, probing at the tiny opening at the tip. Then her mouth opened wider, her tongue, her teeth, the soft inner walls drawing him deeper and deeper into the flaming furnace of her mouth; her hand caressing the thick-veined base of his cock, and her sharp fingernails dancing tantalizingly across the sparse hairs on his testicles.
The soldier groaned in the pleasure her touch was bringing him, the immense delight of her tongue, her hot mouth. His legs had weakened so much that he needed one hand for support, but with the other he reached downward ... his fingers grazing across the fullness of her breasts ... the swell of her belly....
He gasped in the hot blasts of her breath that caressed his balls ... crying out when his fingers finally reached her crotch, the wet stickiness where the black vibrating phallus entered her trembling vagina.
She felt his touch, his hands running over hers between her thighs. The shocking excitement when they reached the wet, open lips surrounding the instrument in her hand ... probing into her, then sliding moistly out again as he reached to pinch and torture the raised bud of her swollen clitoris.
"Aaaahhhhh ... Oh yes! Hold me there ... don't ever go away...." The words came slippery from her lips as she pulled away from his throbbing cock to cry out to him ... and were shut off when she once again fiercely fastened her hot, moist mouth around him.
She jammed him further and deeper into the violent whirlpool suction of her throat, sucking harder and harder as she knew her passion was spiraling to an explosive end.
Her mind cried out ... I'm coooommmming ... I ... I'm ... just as she felt the first raging flood of boiling sperm break loose in her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, greedily, wanting to lose none of it, though it still spilled from the corners of her reddened lips.
Then it happened to her! Her world spinning and turning as wave after wave of back-arching desire broke over her; her legs jerking and quivering frantically ... the flaming liquids flowing through her fingers.
It seemed to go on and on. Ceaselessly, over and over again her body shook in uncontrollable spasms. Her hand pulled the still running vibrator from her body, releasing another torrent of steaming hot fluid into the curled mound of silken pubic hair between her legs.
The glistening black instrument fell from her limp fingers to the floor, pulling the cord from the socket, and finally quieting the gentle whirring that had filled the room for seemingly hours.
The soldier was the first to rouse himself ... to finally catch his breath, and he straightened shakily at the side of the bed-his legs trembling with weakness.
Then Grim appeared at the doorway. The soldier looked at Melissa appreciatively, and said to him, "Man! She is really something!"
"Yeah," growled Grim. "Now pay up and get out."
The soldier pulled up his pants and fished a fifty-dollar-bill out of his pocket. "Here," he said, handing it to Grim. "She's worth every cent of it."
"That's debatable," Grim replied, more to himself, as the soldier left. He stared down at Melissa's orgasm-enraptured face. "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily.
Grim's face screwed up in frustration and he turned away. "Go get cleaned up for your next customer, Melissa."
Melissa picked herself up lightly off the bed and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Then Grim noticed the two girls standing there watching him. "Don't just stand there," he growled. "Clean the place up." Then he went into the kitchen and slammed the door behind him.
CHAPTER TEN
As Red and Rossylyn straightened up the bed, Rocky burst in the door, accompanied by three soldiers in uniform.
"Okay, girls," he snapped at them, "strip!"
The soldiers stood there goggle-eyed. Then, one of them said to Rocky, "I thought you said there were three of them."
"Oh, yeah," Rocky said, looking around for Melissa.
"Just a minute," said Grim, coming out of the kitchen. "I'll give the orders around here."
Rocky backed off, sulkily, just as Melissa came out of the bathroom. She gave the soldiers a friendly smile, and trotted over daintily to the bed, lying back and fully displaying her nudity.
"Wow!" the three soldiers whistled simultaneously, drinking in her voluptuous charms.
"That's the one I want," said one of them.
"Just hold it!" Grim roared. "What are your names?"
The tall, dark, and skinny one replied, "Marsh, here."
Another one, remembering he was in the presence of ladies, took off his cap and said, "Thomas."
The third one, a young blond, said, "I'm Mickey."
Grim introduced the girls and himself, then ordered everyone to strip.
Red, who was getting a little hot herself, and not wishing to be outdone by .Melissa, made a slight show of taking off her clothes.
Mickey eyed her lugubriously, and Red knew she was his choice. She smiled in satisfaction.
Thomas went up to Rossylyn and ran his hands over her dark skin. "I ain't never laid a black woman before."
"Then you ain't never been laid, white boy," Rossylyn said sexily. She removed his hands from her body coolly and stepped back.
"Go take a walk, Rocky," Grim said disdainfully, as Rocky stood by, leering at the soldiers out of the corner of his eyes.
He muttered under his breath, and left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Now we can get down to business," Grim said, deciding to be master of ceremonies. "But before we begin, how would you gentlemen like to see a special exhibition, never done before by Melissa, here?"
Melissa looked at him fearfully, wondering what he had in mind, but did not open her mouth.
The soldiers agreed to it, and Grim ordered Red to call her St. Bernard inside.
Red threw her robe on, dashed out the door, and returned moments later with Bruce in tow.
Melissa trembled-half with anticipation and half with fear.
The soldiers whooped as they caught on. "This is going to be tooo much!" Mickey said gleefully.
"Okay, Melissa, show them how the dog loves eating your cunt...." Grim commanded, a stern expression on his face.
Melissa called Bruce softly, "Come here doggie, come here," she said, holding her hand out to him.
Bruce wagged his tail and walked up to her, putting his front paws on the bed and sniffing her crotch. Melissa ran her hands through his silky hair, and parting her legs slightly, urged him on.
He climbed up on the bed and flopped down between her thighs, forcing them wide apart. Then his monstrous tongue began licking her slit, licking her pubic hairs, her belly, and back to her crotch again. He lifted his head for a moment, drooling, and Melissa cried, "Don't stop, doggie." Taking his gigantic head in her hands, she pulled him back to her cunt.
His bestial mouth and teeth tangled with the tiny hairs as he sucked on her cunt, licking and slurping greedily. He whined and squealed with pleasure.
Suddenly Red dashed across the room and pushed Melissa from the bed. "He's my dog," she sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck, "and he's going to fuck me!"
She lifted her cunt to his good-sized cock and locked her legs around his hind quarters.
Bruce was panting wildly over her breasts, and his saliva ran down her stomach. She felt his front paws on either side of her breasts as she raised her cunt to feed the thick pink prick. The dog's cock swelled deep within her vagina; like his tongue, it was smooth and slick as silk as it moved unbelievably fast and hard within her. She closed her eyes tight and only half heard the continual dog-grunts mixed with the unmistakable sound of an animal fucking.
Bruce's mighty member was throbbing violently within her sex mouth; spasms of fluid shot up her, stopped for a second, and then another spurt would gush forth. His skin, which in his sexual area was more furry, cushioned his hardness and titillated the soft hairy lips of her cunt around her vagina. She met his spurts with equal fire, and though Bruce came in her for a fantastic length of time-longer and more powerfully than any man-she, too, fulfilled herself triumphantly. Fire fought fire, and her cunt caught around his shooting flame; it loosened slowly as timeless circles spiraled thrillingly through her. At last, Bruce subsided and lay exhausted on top of her, unable to move. She stroked his back tenderly, and he began to lick her shoulder lovingly, making small tinkling noises of delight.
Suddenly the dog was pulled off her, and Mickey pounced on top of her, half-crazed with lust. He slipped his cock into her cunt before she could protest, and started banging away.
This triggered Marsh's reaction, and he grabbed Rossylyn, and without any foreplay whatsoever, he likewise pierced her cunt with his rock-hard cock, as they toppled over onto the bed.
Grim intercepted Thomas' lunge for Melissa.
"Hold it," he said. "Melissa's a virgin, and she's going to stay that way."
"What do you mean?" Thomas whined, disappointment filling his eyes.
"I mean," Grim said, "that you can fuck her asshole, her mouth, her boobs-anything but her cunt. You got that?"
"Okay with me-I've never fucked a woman's asshole before." He grabbed Melissa and threw her down on another bed.
"You remember what I said-or I'll cut your fuckin' prick off myself."
The soldier nodded his head, then forgetting Grim and the rest of the people in the room, he flipped Melissa over on her stomach and jammed his dry cock up her butt-hole.
"Ooooowwwwww!" she screamed, struggling to get out from under him, as Grim pulled up a chair and sat down to watch the various goings-on. He chuckled at her discomfort sadistically.
At the moment of his entry, Thomas seemed to lose himself in a torrent of passion. His breath came up from his belly in raking gasps and he skewered her furiously.
"You're hurting me!" Melissa gasped.
But he held onto her, with his hand curving around each hip, digging into the firm, elastic flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her rhythmically, growing even larger.
Melissa gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hairy and hot along the undersides of hers and the hairs of his loins brushed her behind. He pummeled into her with force-seeming to fill her belly, clear up to her breasts. Behind her, in the bed, he was like a tempestuous sea, tossing and whirling and thundering and battering against her ass.
"My God!" she heard him yell, and his fingers dug deeply into her belly, making her squeal in pain. She felt an extra pressure against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her over onto her knees, levering himself up behind her. She let herself be led, although she felt extremely undignified.
Now he slithered close between her widespread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees and he squirmed his prick right up, and deep, up to the very hilt, into her ass. Now that she was spread out, he seemed to invade her even deeper, splitting her body in two, forcing gasp after gasp from her panting mouth. Her back began to ache from the pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her waist down so that her rump soared up toward him. His flesh buffeted her buttocks with bruising force, and she heard him give little whining screams. He squirmed and skewered, bringing another cry from her throat with every thrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and going higher and higher toward her throat. Her breasts heaved and danced.
She screamed and screamed again, loud and shrill, and the soldiers' bubble burst and it seemed like blood rushing from her ass in a torrent, hot and wet. And still he was stuffing his penis up into her asshole with fury, wheezing between his teeth and practically hurtling her off the bed with every harsh forward thrust. Then she heard him muttering to himself, a muttering which grew into a moaning, groaning agony, rose to a gasping howl and exploded into a barking shout. She felt nothing in her ass, except that his thrust slowed to great, solid, slow heaves and she knew he was coming right up inside her with his sperm.
After a few more minutes, he rolled off her and she slithered off the bed and went into the bathroom.
Grim walked up to the soldier, extracted a twenty-dollar-bill from him, then kicked him out the door. He sat down to watch the rest of the show, as did Melissa, stepping back into the room and sitting down gingerly on the bed. She flashed him a hurt look, but he ignored her, his eyes focusing on Red, instead.
Red had hopped up on Mickey's chest, her soft, upturned cunt rubbing against his prickly chin. She wanted her pussy kissed and massaged by his tongue, but he made no move in that direction, as though he knew what she wanted and purposely refused to give it to her. She smelled of sex, too. Crouched with a knee on either side of his head, she ran her cunt lightly over his face; his mouth parted and the warm breath blew over her playful sex mouth. She oscillated her furry poutiness over and over his mouth, till finally she rested her clitoris on his cheek.
Mickey moved abruptly from underneath her and, instead, mounted her roughly, thrusting his bursting erection up in her.
The teasing, voluptuous cunt was smaller than he had expected as he moved powerfully and evenly in and out of her. Her tits against his chest, her belly cemented to his abdomen, her cunt clung to every nuance of his stiffness. Sometimes when he would slow his throbbing organ and almost but not quite withdraw from her gasping vagina, she would clamp her cunt over the head of his prick so tightly that he groaned in pleasurable agony. He was compelled to pound his prick into the soft, wet passage until she tore the flesh on his back with her fingernails. They moved hysterically against one another, until he, gasping with passion, flung his mouth down to her burning pussy.
He went crazy, and began to suck on it with such intensity that she cried in pain. Trying to divert him, she kissed and sucked on his cock, but he pushed her away with a shake of his body. He pulled her legs tightly around his neck as he kneeled in front of her cunt, ravishing her with his tongue. Red tried to squirm away, but he pinned her arms beneath her and continued to devastate her pussy.
"Please," she screamed, "you're hurting meeeee!"
Mickey stopped for an instant, while her words registered in his mind. Then he turned her over on her stomach, stretched his arms under her body until they found her breasts, and holding her body, his prick found her asshole.
Red liked to be fucked in the ass, and her buttocks received the enraged cock with pleasure as she rotated her ass about him with ease.
This amused him. Her asshole was tighter than her pussy, but he moved in and out of her smoothly. However, the texture was different from the inside of a cunt-not altogether appealing to him. So he turned her over again in order to thrust his cock into her from the front, but first he wanted her to suck on it, and he forced her to go down on him after he withdrew from her asshole.
Red did it-reluctantly-but well. She sucked on his cock until she could taste no more. Every once in a while she bit him on his large fleshy head, causing him to groan, but she did not relent. He was in delightful pain. Masterfully, she caressed his prick with her soft pink tongue, and once more he was overcome with animal furor and moved into a position where he could get to her cunt with his mouth.
This time he mouthed her furry sex organ more tenderly, tracing his tongue along the vagina lips, lapping out at her clitoris.
Red became very hot this time, and her body squirmed and wiggled uncontrollably under him. He moved his mouth furiously around and around her pleading clitoris, while her lips and hands worked on his genitals. She wanted to taste his flow of hot sperm; she was the type that loved her mouth and throat and stomach full of salty, murky come. He pushed his tongue further up her passage, plunging his tongue in and out of her as she screamed against the hard expanse of his tongue, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
His mouth encased her pussy as she came, pulsating her ecstasy against his tongue and teeth and lips. He tasted and felt the quivering of her orgasm, and with a cry he began to flood her mouth with his gigantic ejaculation. He came in waves, in a never-ending tidal flow, which she greedily swallowed, down to the last drop.
Finally she let the limp flesh fall loosely out of her mouth, and giving it one final flick with her tongue, she rose and disappeared into the bathroom.
Mickey got up, put on his uniform with stars in his eyes, handed Grim a twenty, and said, "I'll be back." Then he left without another word before Red came back in the room.
Meanwhile, Rossylyn and Marsh were absorbed in a delicious mouth-to-mouth tongue fuck. Rossylyn was rubbing her body all over Marsh as her tongue swirled and danced like a snake inside his mouth. Abruptly, she pulled her mouth away from him and said, "Here we go for a blow-job, honey!" she giggled, crawling above him into the sixty-nine position.
Marsh looked up at the spread of her soft, rounded thighs, and dark bush on her expanded cunt-lips, beginning to think she talked too much. However, he mused, with a mouthful of prick she wouldn't be able to say much.
One of her hands now held his cock, and he felt the wet warmth of her tongue on his tender knob. She was peeling his foreskin down, and the tickling made his cock-head throb.
"Mmmmm!" she breathed, dropping her hot lips around his glans. "Not bad!" She knew how to suck cock, all right-she had enough practice on the sheriff, for sure.
He caressed the velvet of her crotch and ass, and then drew her black cunt toward his mouth. She tilted her pelvis into the correct position; he felt her shiver as he forced his tongue into her sopping slit.
Rossylyn's muffled giggle, her shiver, as he drove his tongue deeper into her juicy depths, intensified his lust. She was working diligently, bringing his nuts up tight. The tingles in his knob were getting better. He clutched the velvety smoothness of her hips and brought her twat closer, lapping and sucking feverishly.
Rossylyn's legs were starting to quiver, jerking spasmodically, and her belly was fluttering. Up, up, up, into the hot, sweet hole, and now swiftly in and out.
Her ass curved nearer, her tongue was lashing at his cockhead. Marsh wasn't ready, despite the frenzy of her lips and mouth, but she was getting there. He rolled the tip of his tongue across her clitoris, swollen and erect, and she shuddered.
She started slow, coital thrusts, but he held her firmly while he inched her toward a climax, lapping, sucking ... pushing his tongue deep in her hole ... tickling her clitoris....
"I'm coooommmiiiiinngg!" Rossylyn cried, and suddenly her lips and tongue weren't on his prick.
His tongue thrashed in the spasming pussy. He felt the convulsive throbs of her fluid against his mouth, and heard her savage shout of pleasure, tapering off into a moaning wail and ending in a string of moans and gasps. The bed shook. The soft ass in his grip writhed wildly.
His prick ached with passion. He looked at her wet cunt, and brown titties losing their hardness, and suddenly turned around and crawled above her, lowering his prick toward her moist vagina.
He entered her with a rush. His prick rode up in her, tightly at first, hurting along its whole, hard flesh-and then more easily. She let out a short howl, like an animal. He thrust right up into her so that their pelvic flesh bruised and bumped together.
She strained back under him, arching her loins up at his, lifting them both up off the bed for seconds at a time. She moaned incessantly and scratched his back viciously. Then she lifted her mouth up to his and bit his lips. He jerked away with a snarl and a surprised expression in his eyes.
"Put your fingers in my ass," she gasped.
He reached under her, between her buttocks, as he continued to pump into her feverish cunt. He spread her ass-cheeks apart, felt her sweating crack, found the puckered ring and thrust his finger in. She gave another gasp and screwed her behind back at his hand. He moved his finger around in her asshole. It was soft and fleshy. "Oooohhh, yes...." she murmured hotly. Her sensuous lips curled into a smile.
Marsh's loins were coiled like a spring. His penis felt monstrous, and trapped between her cunt muscles. She held him tightly in between her strong thighs, clamping them around his slim hips, slackening them, clamping them again, and at the same time, she began working her anus, pushing in and out at his finger.
She murmured obscenities in his face. Her own face began to turn a deep, dark, furious color, her neck straining back, and her fingernails suddenly raked great welts across his back and shoulders.
"I'm coming again," she rasped, and then she began to repeat it at rhythmic intervals until the words all ran together in a high-pitched wail. She pulled back her thighs, presenting him with a stretched and widely open cave of pink at the core of her body. Her legs squirmed up over his shoulders. She thrust her loins at him with bruising force. Her mouth opened, her eyes glazed, her nostrils flared. She gave a sudden, thin, unearthly whine and screwed herself onto his prick, holding herself there while her loins worked up and down. And then, suddenly, she let her breath out in a whoosh and collapsed under him, only her body shaking and quivering with climax.
Marsh pounded her furiously, working himself into a frenzy as he sought to catch up with her. His throat was dry, his cock was even bigger than before, and then he saw a blinding flash of light in his head as his boiling juices suddenly let go. He writhed his hips furiously, his balls were knotted and convulsing, as he shot load after load into her crying cunt, his whole body trembling with the shock. She received each of his bursts with a shrill howl, and when he had finally stopped coming, he rolled off her, completely drained and unable to move.
He opened his eyes and observed everyone in the room looking at him expectantly. He gave them a feeble grin, then finally got up, dressed, paid Grim, and left with a happy smile on his face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You all did very well," Grim congratulated them, when they were all once more assembled in the room. "We pulled in over one hundred dollars tonight." He wadded up the bills and stuck them in his pocket.
"I'm starving," Rossylyn said, stretching her limbs exotically. "Can we eat now?"
Grim, feeling in a generous and expansive mood, and losing some of his tension, said, "Of course! This calls for a celebration, and we're going to feast as we never have before."
Rocky had to add, "Uh, I don't suppose we're going to split the money up, eh?"
Grim gave him a dirty look. "Just feel lucky that I'm going to treat you to dinner, and let you spend the night here." Then he turned his smile on the girls. "That was a very good job of screwing, and I must congratulate all of you. You really put your hearts into it. A few more performances like that and I'll be rich!"
The girls beamed from the compliment-including Melissa, who was beginning to feel like a woman of the world-even if she was still a virgin.
Grim counted out fifty dollars and handed it to Red. "I guess I can trust you now, you little bitch," he said playfully.
Red smiled for the first time in a long time. "I guess you can, Grim," she said respectfully.
"You and Rossylyn and Rocky go find a supermarket and bring back some steaks, fixings for a salad, and most of all-booze, and plenty of it. Now get going!"
"Don't I get to go?" asked Melissa, secretly afraid to be alone with Grim.
"No ... we're going to have a chat, Melissa," he said, no tone of voice giving away his mood.
As soon as they were dressed, Grim booted them out the door playfully, then turned to Melissa with a serious look in his eye.
"Well, Melissa," he said quietly. "This is the first time we've been alone together since the episode at the lake." He glanced up into her innocent-looking eyes.
Melissa nodded.
"You've come a long way since then." She flushed under his gaze.
"Actually, you've been pretty good to me. I mean, you haven't run off with someone else, and you haven't screwed any man behind my back."
Melissa blushed at the implication.
Grim looked down into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Melissa, I didn't mean to rub it in ... I guess, what I'm trying to say is ... that all in all, you've been pretty good to me ... I mean, better than anyone else ever was. You haven't double-crossed me, really-and," he stammered, apologies not coming easy to him. "Oh, hell! I've forgiven everybody else, I guess I should forgive you, too!" He grabbed her nude little body and pulled her up to him in a tight embrace. "Can you forgive me, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes ... Grim, I still love you ... really I do," her big blue eyes shone with happiness, and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him smack on the mouth.
"Whoa, there girl," Grim sputtered, "don't go getting me all hot, or you just might lose your virginity!"
"I don't care any more, Grim," Melissa replied hotly. "I don't want to be a virgin any more. I love you, and I want you to ... to...." she hesitated.
"Yes?" Grim prodded. "Go ahead and say it, sweetheart."
"To fuck me," she stammered. She looked at him expectantly.
Grim smiled down at her softly. "You know, it's a funny thing, Melissa, but now I don't want to screw you."
Melissa jerked back from him, a hurt look suddenly appearing in her clouded eyes. "Why not?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"No, no," he soothed, it's nothing against you. It's just that I kinda like the idea of your being a virgin until you're married, and I don't want to be the one to spoil that."
"So why don't you marry me, then?" she asked softly.
Grim looked down at her incredulously. "You mean you'd want to marry someone like me?" She smiled happily.
"Well, I'll be damned," he cursed, a frown creasing his brow. "Melissa baby, I'm not ready to settle down yet-why, I'd have to go straight, give up robbing banks-"
"No you wouldn't," she pleaded, "I could help you!"
"No, Melissa," he said softly. "I don't want you going to jail because of me...."
Suddenly she turned on him in frustration and began beating him with her little fists. "You don't love me!" she cried, pummeling him in the face. "You don't want to marry me-I'm not good enough for you ... oooooooohhhhhh," she wailed miserably. She socked him in the jaw through her tears, then punched him in the stomach frantically.
Her fists had the strength of a marshmallow, but her frustration concerned Grim. He grabbed her fists and tried to calm her down. "There, there, baby, I love you-I really do!" And then he suddenly realized it was true. He really did love her. He looked down into her eyes with wonder-and realized how dull life would be without her. His eyes shining, and his heart skipping a beat, he said, "Melissa, will you marry me?" He averted his eyes, holding his breath for her answer.
Melissa suddenly stopped shaking with fury and she looked at him incredulously. "What did you say?" she asked, unable to believe her ears.
"I said, will you marry me?"
She turned her angelic eyes away from him. "You're just sayin' that cause you feel sorry for me....
"No," he said, hugging her close to him. "I really want to marry you. I'll even settle down, retire on your money in the safety deposit box, and never beat you up again."
Melissa looked at him carefully, and then realizing he meant what he was saying, she burst into tears. "Oh, Grim, yes, I'll marry you-you know I will!" She hugged him joyfully, and once more planted her salty lips on his mouth.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Rossylyn murmured, as the gang came in the front door.
Grim looked up and smiled. "Come on in, Melissa and I have an announcement to make."
"Oh, no," feigned Red, "we're going to rob another bank...."
Rocky groaned and put down the groceries. "Wait a minute, let me sit down," he said, falling into a chair and looking at them expectantly.
Melissa could hold back no longer, and her eyes shining, she said, "Grim's going to marry me!"
Rocky, Rossylyn, and Red looked at the two of them dumbfounded.
Rossylyn looked them both over and murmured, "Well, you could have done worse, I suppose."
Red grinned, "I'm very happy for both of you! I guess you won't be a virgin much longer, eh, Melissa?"
Melissa blushed, and hugged Grim even tighter to her. "I-I g-g-guess not," she stammered, averting her eyes.
Grim looked Rocky in the eye, awaiting his reaction. Rocky, not being too dumb, rose to the occasion'. "This calls for a celebration!" He pulled out a bottle of bourbon and waved it in the air.
"I'll drink to that!" burst Grim, dropping Melissa from his lap as he rose to get some glasses.
Melissa got up to prepare dinner, but Red and Rossylyn reprimanded her. "You better rest up, Melissa-you'll need all your energy before the night's through." And they went into the kitchen.
Grim poured everyone a drink, making his the biggest, and soon everyone was talking and joking, as the smell of steak filled the room. Even Bruce, who had been sleeping off his ecstasy, sniffed the air hungrily and sauntered into the kitchen.
Red saw him coming, and opened four cans of dog food which Rocky had consented to buy at the supermarket.
At the dinner table, after everyone was stuffed and also well-sotted, Red ventured, "I guess we'll be splitting up, now, huh?"
Grim thought that over for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. Melissa and I are going to settle down now. However, I would suggest the three of you stick together, keep this room, and go into business. From the looks of things tonight, Rocky makes a pretty good pimp, and from the looks on the soldiers' faces, you'll have a lot of repeat customers."
Melissa frowned as she remembered her customer.
Rocky thought it was a great idea. "Yeah, and then we can split the money three ways." He looked over at Grim to make sure. "Right, Grim?"
"Yeah," Grim replied. "That stuff won't be interestin' me any more." He took a swig of the bottle and passed it to Melissa. "Here, honey, have some."
Melissa lifted the bottle to her lips and drank thirstily. "Ooooooohhh!" she said as it burned all the way down. Then she smiled and tipped it once more.
"I'm gonna miss you two," Red said thoughtfully. "I mean, despite all the bad times-which I guess I deserved-I'm still gonna miss you."
Rocky looked at the floor a little forlornly. "I'll tell you what, gang," Grim said cheerfully. "Just for old time's sake, let's pull one last job together, tonight! I'll even let you have all the money, and that'll give you something to get you started. What do you say?"
Rossylyn's eyes shined with mischief. "I ain't never pulled that kind of job before. I'd kinda like to do it, just to know what it's like."
Red, bolstered by the booze, said, "Shit, it ain't nothin' ... I'll show you how it's done!"
Rocky was the only doubter. "What kind of job did you have in mind, Grim?"
"Well, let's see," he said thoughtfully. "Rollin' servicemen is easy money ... and that's somethin' we could all do together...." Then he decided. "That's it-that's just what we'll do. Drink up, and let's go!"
Snockered, they swaggered down the alleyway heading toward the downtown section. Grim noticed through a bleary haze that the bars were still open, so he figured they had plenty of time to make a killing. He found a good-sized rock, and stuffed it into his pocket.
The girls were singing drunkenly, and the only one who wasn't in a festive mood was Rocky, the chickenshit.
About a block from the main street, Grim made the girls stop their noise and plopped their drunken bodies up against a wall. "Okay, Red, lift your blouse up a little and kind of expose one boob," Grim ordered.
Red grinned and pulled half her blouse around behind her, tucking it into the back of her bell bottoms. "How's thish?" she asked, giggling.
"That's just fine," Grim leered, forgetting himself for a moment. A hot look from Melissa brought him quickly back to reality.
"Do you want me to take my dress off, Grim?" she asked, not wanting to be outdone.
"No, that won't be necessary," he said. Then he turned to Rossylyn.
"Okay, Rossy, all I want you to do is smile so that your teeth show. As dark as it is back here, that's all they'll be able to see of you anyway."
Rossylyn chuckled good-naturedly and let her teeth shine in the darkness.
"Perfect," said Grim. "That'll do just fine." He stepped back to survey his work. Sure enough, the girls looked very enticing, lewd, and lascivious.
Melissa pouted, "What about me?"
Grim hugged her close to him, breathing bourbon into her face. "I haven't forgotten you, sweetheart." He walked her up the alley about half a block. "Now, when you hear somebody coming, I want you to call them, so they'll know they're headed in the right direction. Okay?"
Melissa nodded her head, happy to have some responsibility. "Okay," she said, excited.
"Just keep out of sight, and don't let anybody see you-and don't worry, I'll just be around the corner."
Grim and Rocky walked up to the main street. "Okay, Rocky, the rest is up to you."
Rocky was shaking from head to foot. "Wh-what do you w-want me t-to do?"
"Oh, calm down, stupid," Grim said affectionately, patting him on the buns. "Just go out there and pimp like you did this evening. The only difference is-you send them down this alley, instead of back to the hotel. Got that?"
"Sure," said Rocky, feeling relieved. "Who's gonna ... you know ... roll them...?"
"I'll take care of that part-just as fast as you can send them, I can take care of them," Grim boasted. "Now, get going!"
Rocky sauntered down the street confidently, and promptly bumped into two gorillas in uniform as they were thrown out of a bar.
"Get out of the way, shrimp!" one of the soldiers sneered angrily as Rocky bounced off him. He raised back a foot as if to kick him, when Rocky said:
"Wait! How would you fellas like a little action tonight?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
One soldier turned to the other. "Looks like the little faggot's trying to proposition us, don't it?"
The other soldier agreed. "Sure enough. Shall we teach him a lesson?" He began to advance upon Rocky.
"Hold it!" Rocky cried, just as they were about to spring at him. "I'm no faggot-I'm talking about girls! Females!"
The soldiers stopped in midair. "Females-in this town? They got to be pigs." Deciding not to beat him up, after all, they turned and started to walk away. "No thanks, buddy."
Rocky, not the type to give up too easily, said, "These chicks ain't pigs-I can assure you. They're imported!" He looked up at them hopefully.
One soldier turned around. "Oh, yeah?" he snickered. "Imported from where?" He jabbed his friend in the ribs with his elbow.
"From Texas!" Rocky burst out. "And they're real fine, if you know what I mean...."
The soldiers stopped to consider. "Yeah? How much, man?"
Rocky pretended to hassle over the price, and finally convinced them that for two dollars, what could they lose?
"Yeah," one soldier said, wiping his hand across his mouth, and belching, "I can go for that price, sure enough. Come on, Matthew, time's a wastin'!"
The one called Matthew took Rocky by the arm. "You better not be funnin' us, buddy. Where they at?"
Rocky turned an honest face upon his "buddy". "See that alleyway there?" He pointed at the crucial alley.
"Yeah," Matthew blubbered, "I see it-but I don't believe it. Why don't you come with us and show us the way, huh?"
"No, no," Rocky objected, "I can't do that! I gotta get more customers. You don't think these girls came all the way from Texas just for the two of you, do you?"
"Well, no...." drawled the other soldier. "How many of them are there?"
"Three hot ones," Rocky said, thinking as fast as he could for the right answers.
The two soldiers pondered for a moment. "Ah, come on, Matthew, I'm gettin' horny as hell."
But Matthew resisted. "I can't help feeling there's something fishy about this whole thing...." Then, decisively, he grabbed Rocky's arm tighter and said, "Okay, I'll go-but you're comin' with us. Now, which way?"
Rocky, hoping for the best, went along peacefully, and led them down the alley.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Grim tensed as he heard the soldiers coming down the alley-especially when he heard Rocky's voice whining back at them. About halfway down, he heard one of them say, "I don't see no girls-"
Then, right on cue, Melissa's voice could be heard chirruping, "Yoo hoo, soldier boy ... yoo hoo."
"I hear one of them," one soldier snickered.
"See, I told you," Rocky pouted. Matthew let go of his arm and quickened his step, following Melissa's echo.
Melissa sank back into the shadows as the soldiers neared her. Her teeth chattered as she fought her fear at being discovered. The soldiers paused abreast of her. One said, "Listen, what's that?" as they heard the click click of her teeth.
She stuck her thumb in her mouth and the chattering suddenly ceased.
"Look-what's that?" one of them said. Melissa, fearing she had been caught, followed their gaze and realized, to her relief, that they had spotted Red and Rossylyn.
"It's the girls," Matthew breathed, beginning to get a sudden erection. They took two steps in their direction, when suddenly Matthew fell to the pavement, out cold.
"Wh-what?" the other soldier gasped, turning around and staring at his friend. Then, he too, was seeing stars as the rock that had felled his friend came crashing down on his own head.
SMASH!!! Grim brought the rock down on his skull with a thundrous blow.
Then the alley was quiet except for Red's and Rossylyn's giggles. Rocky came up to Grim and looked down at the two men in uniform. "Did you kill them?" he asked hoarsely.
Melissa felt her stomach lurch and she looked away.
"Hell, no," Grim said haughtily. "Just put them to sleep for a while. C'mon, help me go through their pockets."
They rolled them over and extracted both wallets. "Eureka!" exclaimed Grim, flashing four hundred-dollar-bills from the unconscious form slumped in front of him.
"My goodness!" exclaimed Rocky, likewise, as he counted out two hundred and fifty dollars in Matthew's wallet. "We really hit the jackpot, this time, huh, Grim?"
Red and Rossylyn had reached them by this time. "How'd we do, fellas?" Red asked breathlessly.
"Six hundred and fifty dollars' worth, girls! Not bad for a start, don't you think?" Grim beamed at them.
Melissa came out of the shadows and looked at the bodies. "Are you sure they're all right, Grim?" She eyed the blood oozing from one of their heads and blinked.
"Shit," replied Grim, giving him a kick. "Those two gorillas have been through worse than that, I'll bet. They'll be alive and well in no time at all. Fact is, we better beat it while we can ... I don't want to be around when they wake up, that's for sure."
They agreed, and hurriedly left the scene of the crime, heading back for the hotel more soberly.
"What do you say we stop and get a wedding cake before we go home?" Grim said, giving Melissa an affectionate squeeze.
"Why not?" Rocky cried jubilantly.
"Look-there's a bakery," Red said, pointing across the street excitedly.
They crossed the street and Grim looked in the darkened shop. There was a beautiful white wedding cake on display in the window. "That's the one I want-and that's the one I aim to get," Grim said, beginning to feel his liquor once more.
Before anyone knew what had happened, Grim smashed in the window with his fist and snatched the cake just as the burglar alarm went off. "Come on, let's get out of here," he said, looking around hastily. Juggling the cake under his arm, they split down the street and ran all the way back to the hotel. They burst in the door and slammed it shut behind them.
Then, as they were catching their breath, Melissa looked suddenly alarmed. "Grim-your hand!"
They looked at his hand-his blood-smeared hand-and gawked.
"It ain't nothin'," he replied. "Just needs a bandage, I recken'."
Melissa gently put his hand in hers and said softly, "Why, it's all cut up-and there's glass in it."
"Here, Grim, have a drink," Rocky offered, holding up the bottle of bourbon. "You're gonna need it."
Grim took a healthy slug of bourbon and sat down in a chair as Melissa began picking out the glass splinters with her long fingernails.
"Mmmmmhhhh...." Grim winced, taking another shot of bourbon. "That does smart, for sure," he said.
She picked out splinters for a good half hour, as Grim proceeded to get very, very drunk. Finally she said, "There, it's all done. Now I need a rag to bandage him up with...."
"Why don't you use your panties," Red offered helpfully.
"That's a good idea," Melissa replied. She pulled off her panties, tore down one side so it was one long piece of material, and wrapped his hand with it. "Good as new!" she said cheerfully, stepping back.
"C'mon, let's fuck, now, Melissa," said Grim, getting up from his chair and weaving toward her.
"What about the wedding cake?" asked Rocky.
"Oh, yeah, the wedding cake," Grim remembered. "Got to have it first, if we're going to do things proper." He changed direction and stumbled toward the cake. "Need a knife," he muttered.
Red scrambled to the kitchen and brought back a steak knife. "This is all there is, Grim." She handed it to him.
"It'll do," he mumbled, and began hacking away at the cake.
"Here, Grim, you better let me do that for you," Rocky said, starting to take the knife out of his hand.
Grim pushed him away. "Lemme alone, I can do it myself."
He carved odd-shaped pieces out of the cake and handed them to everyone. Without comment they ate it-cardboard, icing, et al. However, Grim didn't notice as the icing hit his stomach and began curdling.
"I don't feel too well," he said, lurching for the bathroom.
Rossylyn snickered softly. "Since we're doing everything for the last time, we might as well have one last orgy." She met Rocky's gaze. "What do you say, Rocky?"
They listened to the sounds of Grim's heaving as Rocky made up his mind.
"Oh, come on, Rocky-for old time's sake, huh?" Red said, impatiently.
He looked at the two of them and made a face, remembering his promise to Grim just before the jail went up in smoke.
"If you can get it hard-which I doubt-I'll fuck both of you," he said finally.
"Goody!" Red shrieked. "Let's get our clothes off!" They shucked out of their clothes before Rocky could change his mind, and pushed him down on the bed.
Rocky closed his eyes as Rossylyn took his limp little cock in her hands. She rubbed it back and forth between her boobs, pulling on it slightly.
Nothing happened.
"Here, let me try it," Red said, squeezing Rossylyn out of her way. She plopped it in her mouth and began hungrily sucking on it. She tongued up and down the stem, rolling the tip around in her mouth as her fingers kneaded his puffy little balls.
His cock gave a slight twitch, and, encouraged, she began lapping at it feverishly.
Ten minutes later, still nothing.
"Oh, go fuck yourself," she said to Rocky scornfully, spitting his cock out of her mouth.-
"Why don't we let him play with it for a few minutes," Rossylyn suggested wisely. "That'll get it hard."
Rocky opened his eyes and gave them a pained look. But then, sighing, he took his cock in his fist and began pumping vigorously. Sure enough, in ten seconds flat, he had a rip-roaring hard-on. He waved it in the air at them. "It's all yours, girls," he said triumphantly.
Red pounced on it eagerly, positioning it deep into her vagina just as Grim lurched out of the bathroom. "Scuse me, ladies," he said, eyeing them across the room. Then he looked around for Melissa.
He spotted her, still sitting at the table nibbling on the wedding cake. He stumbled over to her, his breath smelling like ten-day-old garbage. "You gonna fuck me now, Melissa?" He wrapped his panty-bandaged hand around her waist and pulled her off the chair.
Melissa's stomach did a flip-flop as he forced his mouth down on hers-but then he really didn't taste all that bad. She let him maul her for a few moments, and then she said, "Let's get on the bed, Grim. I want to do it there, okay?" She eyed him sweetly, licking the icing crumbs off her mouth.
"Okay, okay," he grumbled, clambering up on the bed.
"Well, you have to undress, first, you know," she said, her hands on her hips.
"Oh yeah, my clothesh...." He staggered back off the bed and began peeling off his clothes. "You too...." he grunted.
Melissa pulled her dress up over her head and slithered out of it like a snake. Then she crawled back up on her bed and waited for Grim.
He pulled off his shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Rocky and Red and Rossylyn. He grinned as he watched the two girls fighting over Rocky's cock. "I declare, the old boy's got it in him, after all," Grim mumbled in amazement. Then he keeled over on the bed and passed out.
Melissa looked at him dismayed. "Grim, Grim! Wake up! Wake up, Grim! I want you to fuck me!" She shook his lifeless form. "Grim?" Then his snores filled the room, mingled with the slap, slap of Red's thighs banging against Rocky.
Melissa looked over at the fornicating threesome and met Rossylyn's steady gaze. Rossylyn licked her lips sexily. "Want some more, kitten?" she asked.
"No!" Melissa shrieked. "You just keep away from me." She got up off the bed and dashed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Then, bringing it back with her, she threw it in Grim's face....
"Wh-what?" he sputtered, bolting upright on the bed. Through reflex, he started to smack Melissa, but then he remembered what had happened.
She ducked, and he pulled her back on the bed. "I'm sorry, baby-musht a had too mush to drinksh."
She smiled up at him and caressed his wet face softly. "That's okay, as long as you're awake now. She pressed his hand down to her crotch.
"Ooooooohhhh," Grim grunted, "you're really hot down there, aren't you?"
Melissa nodded her head happily. "Hot for you," she said, lowering her eyes virginly.
"Okay, sweetheart, roll over on your back. The more quickly I do it, the less it'll hurt you," he said philosophically.
Melissa rolled over obediently, and Grim rose up to straddle her. Just as he was about to make the plunge, there was a knock at the door.
"Who the hell...?" Grim cursed, climbing off Melissa and lumbering toward the door.
He jerked it open and stared out at a soldier in uniform.
The soldier said, "Is this the place my buddies were telling me about? I mean, the one with the colored girl, and...."
"Yeah, this is the place," Grim agreed drunkenly. "But it won't be open for any more business until tomorrow night. Sorry." He slammed the door shut and ambled back to Melissa.
Meanwhile, Red and Rossylyn were engaged in a battle of who was going to have Rocky's cock-which was once more soft and squishy.
"You had it the first time," Rossylyn argued, "now it's my turn!" She pushed Red off, and climbed on him herself, trying to force his little pickle up into her cunt ... She played with it, trying to rouse it, then spat into his face. "You're just a faggot, and that's all there is to it." She got off him indignantly.
Rocky whined, "I tried, I really did...."
"Oh shut up," Red snarled, turning to Rossylyn with new interest. "Gee, he sure made me hot...."
Rossylyn grinned back at her. "Yeah, he did the same thing to me-Lord only knows how, though." She spread out on the floor and lifted her arms invitingly at Red. "Shall we?"
"Let's," said Red, throwing herself in Rossylyn's arms. She scooted her body down into a sixty-nine position, and then the sounds of their sucking and lapping drowned out Rocky's disappointed curses. He played with his cock until his sperm shot up in the air, falling on their squirming bodies. They were so wrapped up in their tongue-fucking, neither noticed.
Rocky sat back to watch Grim's body at work. "There's a man," he breathed softly. His prick began to stiffen again.
Grim had by this time toppled back on the bed beside Melissa, and at her insistence, was crawling back into position atop her.
His thick prick dangled down between his hairy thighs, aimed straight for her small, bushy little cunt, and Rocky wondered how Grim would ever make it fit. He didn't have to wpnder for long....
Grim plunged suddenly into Melissa's cunt-tearing out her hymen with one rip.
"Aaaaiiiilyyyyeee!!!" Melissa screamed, writhing and bucking under Grim, trying to shake him off.
"There, there," he soothed as her writhing made her little cunt muscles grip him in a tight embrace, working up and down his pumping cock like magical little fingers. "Oh, Melissa, baby, I've never had such a sweet cunt as yours-oh, I love you...."
"I don't care-it hurts!" she shrieked, still trying to get out from under him. "You're killing me! Get off! Off! Ooooo!" she cried, the tears spilling down her cheeks.
Grim quickened his pace, humping her furiously before she got away. "Please, honey, don't cry ... please, try to enjoy it. It won't hurt very much longer ... please."
Melissa dug her nails into his back frantically, drawing blood as his body fell up and down on her breasts. "No-no-" she screamed, "I never want to fuck again-never!" her chest heaved with each sob.
"Melissa, please don't do this to me," Grim pleaded, as he felt his balls gathering up in a knot, just about ready to explode.
Then there was a knock on the door, again, but this time Grim didn't hear it. All he could hear was the blood pounding madly in his brain as his sperm gathered in full force, ready to explode.
Rocky sighed and got up off the bed, trotting over to the door. He opened it-and wished he hadn't.
"F.B.I. Open up!" A man in a suit was flashing his badge in Rocky's face.
"Ooooh noooo!" Rocky backed off in horror. Red and Rossylyn pulled their dripping mouths from each other's cunt and looked up abruptly.
"Hold it right there, mister," the man said as Rocky retreated farther into the room. The man reached for his gun.
More quickly than lightning, Rossylyn scrambled for the cake knife, knocking Red to the floor, and hurled it into the air. It landed with a dull thud, right in the detective's heart. Then everything happened at once. Rocky and Red scrambled for the nearest window, falling over each other in their hurry to get out-just as the machine gun opened up on the room.
ZAAAAPPPPP! Rossylyn fell to the floor, little red bullet holes in her head pronouncing her dead.
Red stopped in midair, looking at her homiied-ZZZAAAAPP! Her body did a little dance across the room as the bullets jerked her every which way. She didn't even have time to scream....
ZZZZAAAAPPPP! ZZZIIINNNGGG! The bullets cascaded through Rocky's body and lodged into the wall behind him. The blood gushed out of his mouth just as Grim looked up to see what was going on!
"No-oh my God-no, no n-" ZZZZAAAAPPPPPPPP!" Melissa felt his final seeds take hold of her vagina just as his oozing body crumbled on top of her. She held perfectly still, her eyes wide with horror as his blood oozed down over her breasts and his tongue flopped out of his mouth. His eyes held a startled expression-and then she screamed. "Eeeeeeeiiiiii!!" Again and again she screamed, unable to take her eyes away from Grim's.
"Don't worry, it's all over, now, you poor girl," she heard a voice saying. She tore her eyes away from Grim and looked up at the man talking to her.
He rolled Grim's body off her and picked her up in his arms. "You must be the poor girl they kidnapped at the bank. Is your name Melissa?"
She nodded her head in shock, unable to speak. Her mouth opened and she tried to tell them, tell them Grim was going to be her husband, that Red and Rocky and Rossylyn-they were her friends, but no sound came out.
The room was full of men in suits and she couldn't speak. They looked at her with sympathy in her eyes.
"Poor kid-looks like he was raping her, from the size of those scratches on his back." They shook their heads.
"He was a real pervert, all right-look at his hand wrapped up in her panties. Disgusting!"
Something snapped in her brain and Melissa looked up as the detective picked her up in his arms, throwing his coat over her blood-spattered body. "My, you're awful strong," she said, her eyes shining up at him with innocent admiration.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take good care of you!" he said gently.
"Oh, I hope so," she murmured, laying her head back against his big, strong shoulders as he carried her out of the house.
