His body glistened with sweat. It was slick with masculine curves as he struggled against the restraints. His black hair matted against his temples, blue eyes searching Sheelah's in the hope of a speedy release.
She forced his legs wider letting the air fill the groves of sweaty skin around his balls. She took them in hand and lifted them grasping tightly while the breeze stirred underneath, then she licked them, nibbling hard while his clammy fingers ached to fend her off.
She lived alone. An artist in the city of San Francisco, she lived on a farm in the country, far from the city lights and eyes of its people.
She spent much of her time entertaining unwilling men, something Sheelah thrived on. There was satisfaction in stringing them up then lashing back at them for all the hurt she had taken over the years.
She rubbed his cock shaft. The grip of her hand held tight and she was enjoying the stimulation of his masturbation. Her hand grasped the shank and drew the foreskin up over the swollen knob of his dick then she pulled it down again hard, exposing the bright purple tip.
She spread him wider drawing up his knees letting the breeze tickle his ass. The flowing air felt refreshing and he sighed as she continued pumping his meat. She saw the cockhead swelling and sensed his strong sensations increase with every yank from her hand.
She began jacking his rod with strong violent thrusts. His teeth clenched, she whipped his throbbing cock toward the finish line. His cum boiled over and she held tighter and pumped faster forcing the creamy wad to shoot from his piss slit in several squirting blasts then run down her fingers onto his torso. She let her hand go limp around
the spent sac of his balls. He breathed deeply, gasping for air.
"Hello! Anybody home?"
Sheelah jumped off the bed peeked out the bedroom window. She saw nothing. He appeared from under the porch and she saw him. Tall handsome man, broad shoulders, tiny waist, she wanted a closer look.
"Hello," he said, looking to the second story window. "I'm lost. I was hoping you could give me directions." he said.
Sheelah squinted. Skeptical of all men, she glared down at the him without saying a word. He was trying to focus on her, but without his glasses, she remained a blur.
"I'm sorry to bother you." he said. "It seems I've taken a wrong turn. If you could just tell me how to get back to the main highway."
"Hang on a minute." she said. "I'll be right down."
Sheelah grabbed a scarf and tied her captives mouth. She couldn't risk having him discovered, not now, not after all the trouble she had gone through.
"Not a sound!" she warned, leaving the man tied to her bed.
Sheelah wasn't pleased having company. She demanded privacy and hated small talk. What would he want from her, she wondered. And is he really lost or a spy from town?
Not good with people, Sheelah stayed to herself most of the time. She had learned long ago that hurt was something they gave too much of and she had made up her mind years ago never to take it from them again.
"Hi." he said smiling, as she opened the front door. "I'm sorry if I've bothered you. I just came to the first house I saw." he extended his hand to the woman and Sheelah took it. His skin was manly and strong feeling. She liked the way his knuckles closed around hers.
"Marty Stump." he said, his chest muscles flexing. She stared at them soaking up the masculine appeal before directing her eyes up to his.
"I took a right at 419 and wound up here." he said. "I'm looking for 610, but I think I'm lost."
"This is 610." Sheelah said dryly.
"You're joking? I didn't see any signs."
"It's 610." she repeated.
Her pretty face and silky hair made it difficult for him to look her in the eye. Pretty ladies did that to Marty. He was aware of their, beauty and how it made him stagger his words getting them twisted then making a fool of himself.
Sheelah was a beauty. Silky skin, creamy complexion, her tank top tucked inside her jeans and the arm holes a little too big offering Marty a healthy view of her pale white fleshy breast skin.
He tried several times to divert his eyes, but each time he tried, caught himself spying them.
"Is this your farm?" he asked.
Sheelah didn't answer.
"Maybe I'll just go." he said, noticing her icy unresponsive manner. "I'll just go back the way I came. Maybe there's a station I could get directions from." he said, turning to leave.
"Where are you trying to get to?" she asked.
"Oh, ah.. " he said, turning back around. "The Foster farm. I've rented it for the summer."
"Yes." Sheelah blurted.
"Excuse me?"
"My uncle willed the place to me. This is my house now." she said.
"Oh well, it's a nice farm. Big place, isn't it?"
"You from the city?" she asked.
"The upper part of Washington originally, but I live in San Diego now. Do you ever get there?" he asked, brushing the perspiration from his brow.
"Every now and then, but I haven't been in some while. You want to come inside?"
Her direct manner made Marty uncomfortable, but he didn't want to appear ungracious. Sheelah was stern, but Marty figured all these farm folks were that way.
"I could use a cold glass of water, if that would be all right?" he said.
His heart pounded waiting for her answer. The split second it took seemed like an eternity. She was odd. Quiet, but strange somehow. Distant the way mysterious females island dwellers were distant when they attacked and boiled you over a huge fire inside their witches pot, but Marty needed water badly and decided to follow her inside.
There were no frills in the house. No woman's touch. He was surprised with that. Most ladies had something around that boasted the feminine nature, but not this lady. Her place was stark and bare.
"What a great kitchen." he stated, hoping to start a conversation and alleviate the tension.
"You're quite the little guest, aren't you." she said, looking at him.
"No, I just...."
"It isn't the best, but I get along." she said. She handed the tall glass of ice water to him then offered him a chair at the table. He sat down, but cautiously. Sheelah's icy eyes followed his every move, almost as if any minute she expected him to holt out the front door with her water glass.
In the dim light of the kitchen, Marty could easily make out the round contours of her breasts. He struggled to keep his eyes up, but every chance he had to look without being seen, he took.
There was an awkward silence hovering over the kitchen he took it upon himself to break it.
"So, this is your place, is it? I've always wanted to live on a farm. It must be wonderful."
"It's a roof." she said. "What sort of business are you in?"
Marty thought it odd how Sheelah blurted out exactly what was on her mind. She seemed to lack any social graces whatsoever.
"I'm a contractor." he said.
"Construction? You mean like hammer and nails?"
"Exactly." he said.
Sheelah laughed then shook her head. "How'd you come about owning a construction company ? That's more a big mans business, isn't it."
"I'm sorry?" he said.
"Look at you, man, you're sort of small to own a construction company. Shouldn't only big guys own construction companies?"
"I know of nowhere that's carved in stone." he said, annoyed and embarrassed.
"No, well, maybe not in stone." she laughed.
"I'll have you know, I run a tight company." he said, taking the defensive.
"All your men are quality workers, right? You pick them yourself, big hulking stud's with hammers on their hips, right?" Sheelah laughed.
"Maybe I should leave." Marty said.
"Sit your ass down, boy!" Sheelah shouted.
"What's the matter with you anyway? You aren't afraid of a little old country girl, are you?"
"Afraid?" Marty said.
"Forget it, mister, it was a joke, ass-hole!"
Marty didn't answer. He wouldn't dare. Sheelah was unpredictable and odd, and any comment from him might set her off. He breathed deeply and sipped his water hoping to get out of there in a hurry.
Sheelah reminded him of his father. He was a feisty person too, until the accident. After that, he was quiet and timid. He never spouted off or gave Marty a hard time. Marty never did find out how he fell he just knew he had and was never the same.
"You wanted to ask directions?" she said, changing the subject.
"Yes, well, I need to find the Foster farm, if possible. They've rented me the place for the summer and I was supposed to get moved in by this week-end."
"Why?" Sheelah asked.
"I have some writing I want to get finished." he said.
"Why don't I just run you by the place?" she said. "I couldn't ask you to do that. I don't mind asking a gas station, really."
"I'll swing you by just as soon as we're through here." she said. "It isn't far from here. As a matter-of-fact, you and I could be considered neighbors." she winked.
"You know, Marty," she said putting her hand on his chest. "You remind me a lot of my man. You have great form."
Marty froze as she stroked his chest. His face felt flush and embarrassment swept over him.
"I wouldn't mind having you stay to dinner, of course I'd have to insist you do the cooking." she said. "Can't stand a man who can't cook."
"Well, I thank you for the offer, but I've got to get moved in. Maybe some other time." he said.
"Oh, and when did you think I'd invite you again, you stupid dick?"
"I ... I ah...."
"Very good, Marty, nice speech. Here you are, a puny little shit on his way to the farm, no real job, as it were, and an attitude about women. What will I do with you, Marty, what?"
He wasn't sure how to respond. He'd never met a girl like Sheelah. She seemed on the edge of exploding all the time, like any minute she'd lose her mind and throw an axe at his head for breathing out of turn.
He smiled a half confused grin and sipped his cool drink. He was wondering what to say next, and was glad when she took the lead.
"Would you like to see the house?" she said. "I'd love to show it to you, Marty."
He hesitated before answering. He tried to visualize each room, the emptiness of them, the cold harsh surroundings of Sheelah's farm.
"Well never mind then." she shouted. "It was just a thought."
"No, I mean yes, I mean, no." Marty stammered. "What I mean is, yes, I'd like to see it. Come on." he said rising from the chair.
Marty followed close behind as they toured the living room.
"You saw this when you came in." she said, throwing up a hand as they walked through. Sheelah walked him through to the other rooms. Each was as bare as the others.
"This is an interesting house." he said.
"No it isn't, it's stupid." she said. "The place is bone bare, and you know it, ass-hole."
"Well, I'm sure you have wonderful taste, and when you get around to decorating you'll do a great job." Marty said, hoping to smooth things over. She was so volatile. Every word from his mouth had the potential to set afire her fuse of unpredictability.
"Would you like to see the upstairs?" she asked politely.
"I guess so, I mean, sure, why not." he said. He smiled and moved on toward the stairs.
"You know right where you're going, don't you hammer man?" Sheelah said.
"Ma'am?" he questioned.
"And what's that, ma'am stuff?" she added sharply.
"I'm not sure I follow you." he said innocently. "Let's not fight, Marty, after all, you're a guest, right." She pushed him aside and led the way up the stairs. She seemed annoyed and he wondered if going this far was the right and safe thing to do.
What if this woman was like Norman's mother in Psycho? She had all the markings of a nut case. What if she was a sinister hermit who locked men in her bedroom, tied them up, then forced them to perform unusual sexual acts while she tormented them?
"Get real, Marty?" he said, dismissing the bizarre thoughts.
"What was that?" Sheelah said, turning to look at him.
"Nothing, I didn't say a word."
"What's in here?" he asked, reaching the top of the stairs and coming to the first door.
"Get away from there." she shouted, squeezing herself between Marty and the door. "There's nothing in that room for you to see." she said.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."
"Down here." she said.
Marty followed. The bare walls of her hallway were eerie, just as the bare walls of every room in the place, and Marty began to doubt his decision to come along on tour. He was just about to excuse himself and head back when Sheelah opened an upstairs door.
"This is the solarium." she said. "Do you like it?"
Marty's jaw dropped open. Inside were live plants growing out of the floor. The room was huge and landscaped, and the lucite ceiling allowed the bright summer sun to shine in making it steamy moist and much like a tropical forest inside.
"Ma'am, it's fantastic." he said smiling.
"Just who in hell do you think you are?" she barked. Marty froze. What had he said?
"Is that your idea of a joke?"
"No, ma'am!" he said quickly and with a pounding heart. "Absolutely not, I don't know you well enough to joke around. I think it's a fantastic room, that's all. I've never seen anything like it." Marty said, turning to Sheelah with a pleading look in his eyes.
"I'm not talking to you, stupid, it's the cat." she said.
"Cat?" Marty gulped.
"Major Runion." she said.
"Cat." Marty said again, his pulse racing.
He wondered if he'd missed something and that's how he got off on the wrong track. He was mature enough to recognize the bizarre manner of a genuine nut case when he saw one. He had to get out of there.
"Ma'am, if you'll excuse me, I have to be going now. The Foster's are probably waiting for me and I don't want to be late. Thanks for the tour, but I've really got to get going."
"You don't like me, do you, Marty?" she said.
"Sure I do. I like you real well, it's not that, I really have to go. The Foster's will be wondering where...."
"Dead." Sheelah said, coldly.
"What?" Marty gulped.
"Dead." she repeated. "The Foster's. You can't keep a dead man waiting." Marty was silent.
"I can't fool a pretty lady like yourself, can I?" he said.
"If I wanted you, Marty, I'd take you, but you don't have a thing to worry about. I don't waste my time with puny little men like you."
"Puny? You know, I resent that, Miss ... miss...."
She glared at him. Her cold eyes split through the air to his and looked hard at the man. He could see the fire building in them. He waited patiently for her answer, and almost fell through his bedroom door when it came.
"You sorry cock. If you think I'd ever fall for a no class punk like you, you're just as stupid as you look. There isn't enough equipment on your entire body to satisfy a woman like me!"
Marty was shocked. He felt trapped. He wanted to sit down before his knees gave way, but there wasn't a chair. Punk, he thought. What did she mean? What equipment? What was her problem?
"Miss, ah miss, what exactly is your name?" he said.
"Fuck you." she said.
"I think you may have misunderstood me. I was just saying it's late and I have to get going."
"No need to explain, Marty, I have no use for explanations. All men are alike, I know that. All they ever think about is pussy, pussy, pussy."
"No, ma'am, that's not so."
"Shut up, Marty, it is so! I've never met a man yet who didn't think about it, or, met a man who could satisfy mine! You're all the same. Sleazy, useless chunks of flesh thinking you have what every woman wants. Well, let me tell you, you puny little cocksucking wimp. Your dick couldn't satisfy a chicken!"
"Begging your pardon, miss, but in all fairness, you haven't seen my dick so how do you know it wouldn't do the job?"
Sheelah smiled at him then slowly walked closer. Her eyes gleamed as she tossed her long, pretty hair behind her shoulders. She walked up to Marty and touched her breasts to him. Her tiny five foot frame bringing her face to his chest.
"Let's see it then." she said almost whispering.
"What?"
"The dick, man, let's see the big dick." She reached to his belt, unclasped the buckle, and let it dangle from his belt loops, then she wrapped her delicate fingers around the metal button and slipped it through the button hole.
Marty didn't flinch. Part of him wanted to die right there in the hallway, but the other part knew she would have to take back her words. He sported a rod any woman would yearn for. Ten inches of pure throbbing cock meat, complete with bulging head, protruding veins, and a set of full, round balls that hung down lower than a prize bull's.
She pulled the tab on his zipper down and when his jeans opened she slipped them over his hips and let them fall to his ankles. He stood in his jockey shorts, the blood rushing through his veins. He could feel the huge purple head of his cock swelling inside the white cotton shorts, and it was beginning to press tightly against the fabric and brush against her waist.
The danger of it all was stimulating him. Marty had no idea what to expect from her. It was obvious she was off her rocker, but he didn't try to stop the woman.
He felt her hands reach around him and begin tugging at the elastic band on his shorts. She slipped her hands inside and pressed her open palms to his ass cheeks. His muscular ass tightened at her touch. His cock was swelling fast. He wondered where this might lead. He was nervous, but exhilarated too. He'd just met this lady and liked the notion of fucking a stranger, especially one as different as this lady.
The soft cotton fabric sliding over his ass cheeks made him flinch when the elastic band crossed over his cock then down onto his balls. She lowered them to his ankles and stood back.
He breathed deeply. The firmness of her young breasts on his bare chest aroused him. He tried to put his arms around her shoulders, but she pulled away saying she wanted to take a look.
She stepped back, face smiling. She looked down at his exposed cock and grinned. His long stiff pole hung freely, cocked off to one side, and she could see the fullness of his cum filled balls. The veins of his shaft pulsated, carrying ample blood supply to his already swollen knob.
"Just as I suspected. All cock, no brains." she laughed. Marty was shocked. How could she say such a thing?
"What do you mean?" he managed to ask.
"I mean, you don't have it, do you?"
"The hell I don't, what do you call this?" he said, defensively, not realizing it was a losing battle.
"Well, it's been nice, but I've got to run." she said, rushing down the stairs.
"Wait one damned minute, lady." Marty said, coming after her, his pants dragging on the floor catching on every step. "You just come back here and tell me this isn't good enough for you, you crazy broad!"
When he stepped off the last one his foot became snared in wire and Marty went flying across the room on his face. Sheelah quickly bound his hands with then wrapped a large piece around his ankles.
"What the ... What are you doing?" he shouted.
She tied him securely then stepped away from him. Marty's pants were around his knees. His bare ass squirmed to break free, but he was hog tied so tightly it was impossible for him to get free.
"Calm down, Marty, calm down, nobody's going to hurt you."
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see." she said, laughing. Marty was scared. His worst fears were realized. Sheelah approached him, her open palm pressing to his butt cheek. The weight of it caused his dick to mash to the floor and he moaned.
"What's the matter, Marty honey, afraid?" she laughed.
"Please, untie me, I've got to get going."
"Are you serious?" she said, slapping his ass as hard as she could.
"Owweee." Marty wailed.
"Feel the heat, Marty, can you. I love that feeling. When your flesh burns from the heat of a good spanking, don't you love that?"
"You're mad." he said angrily. "You're nuts, lady, let me go or I'll ... I'll...."
"What's that Marty? What will you do?" she asked, slapping his ass several more times until the skin turned bright pink.
Marty wised up. He calmed himself and took a deep breath. With his best voice he spoke to the crazed woman.
"It's just that I don't even know your name." he said, politely.
"So?"
"I'd like to, that's all, I mean, how can we get intimate if I don't even know your name?"
Sheelah roared with laughter now. "Intimate?" she said. "Are you serious?"
"You know what I mean, I'd just like to know what to call you, that's all. You know my name, it's only fair." he said.
"First off, ass-hole, this isn't intimacy you're experiencing, I'm surprised, I thought I po-dunk dick faced punk like you would know the difference, and secondly, fair my tight ass, pal. Life isn't fair, didn't your mother tell you that?"
"Please, don't be this way, I'm willing to play along."
"Play along, are you, well, isn't that nice." she laughed.
"Tell me your name, okay. I won't tell a soul. We can spend the whole day together if you like, I'll go along with whatever you want. I swear, lady, I'll never mention this to anyone, not a single person. Just let me know your name, that's all I want."
"You talk as if you expect to get out of here, Marty. I'm offended. What makes you think I'm planning to let you go?"
"But, you can't keep me here, not against my will." he said, completely unable to accept what was happening to him.
"You are dumb, aren't you, Marty." she laughed. "I'll tell you what." she said, forcing his ass cheeks apart and fondling his ball sac. "You do what I say and you might live to tell about it. In the meantime, Mistress will do nicely."
"Mistress? What do you mean?"
"My name, po-dunk, you can call me Mistress. Yes, I rather like the sound of that. Mistress Sheelah, slave lord." she laughed.
"Slave?" Marty questioned.
"Oh, you are dumb." she smirked.
2
"Good morning." she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Good morning, what time is it?"
"Seven." she said yawning. "Did you sleep well, Len?"
"I think a little too well. I wasn't going to stay the night. I thought you were going to wake me up after a nap?"
"Unfortunate. No matter. Maybe we were both tired, what do you think."
"I guess so."
"Let's have some coffee. I'll make us a nice breakfast." she said.
"No," Len said, hopping down from the bunk. "I've got to get back on the road."
"Now, Len, you won't be doing yourself a favor to dash off without a good breakfast, and besides, you said you had no place special to be. Why rush off this way. You're safe here. Just sit down and let me get you a nice hot cup of coffee. Once you've had breakfast, you're free to leave." she said.
"You've talked me into it. I'll stay. I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." Len started to open the door.
Len stepped into the small bathroom while she busied herself preparing breakfast. He looked around the compact room. It had everything a regular bathroom had, only on a smaller scale. There was a small cabinet above the toilet and he opened it out of curiosity.
He saw an extra roll of paper and some small containers of over the counter medication. In the far left corner, behind the paper, was an old cigar box, just like the one he used for bills. It, too, was yellow with age. He felt an uncontrollable urge to open it. He wanted to set things right in his mind by seeing her use for it, putting to rest the notion Lilly was up to no good.
He reached quickly in and pulled it out. He felt a sense of violating her privacy, but he needed to do this. He needed to erase the picture of her as a tormenting bitch.
When the lid opened he saw unusual objects. He didn't recognize them. They were made of soft rubber and had wires attached to them. One of the items was long and skinny, with funny ridges on it extending up the length of the shaft, and the other was shaped like an arrow head, only it was three dimensional, not flat.
Len moved the objects around looking at them one by one and he saw two pair of hand cuffs underneath the objects. "Handcuffs?" he said, under his breath.
He closed the box and put it back just as he had found it. Trying to think of a reason Lilly might keep handcuffs he imagined her to be the police or F.B.I., but Len knew better.
He opened the small linen cabinet door before leaving the bathroom and found himself snooping for additional clues and when he pushed aside the towels, he saw a long rope with a traditional noose at one end, he quickly slammed the cabinet door and left the bathroom.
"Come, sit, have some coffee." Lilly smiled.
"I really ought to be going. You've gone out of your way for me too much already." Len was shaking inside. He feared she was a dangerous woman.
"Nonsense, I'm enjoying your company. Please, stay. I've already made enough batter for the both of us. You'd be putting me out if I had to waste it." She was so pleasant, not appearing the least bit threatening, he tried to rationalize his fears by thinking back over their conversation. Lilly hadn't said one thing to indicate she was a woman to fear. Len calmed down and agreed to stay.
"Oh, good, now here, have some coffee and the hotcakes will be ready in a jiffy."
"So, where did you say you're from, Lilly?"
"I'm not sure I did." she said. He was silent waiting for her to continue, but she didn't add anything.
"Why are you going to Dayton?" Len asked.
"On business. Here we go, you can get started now. The syrup is in that cabinet above, help yourself."
"What sort of business are you in?"
"Films, actually. I'm a producer of films."
"God, that's terrific." Len blurted. "I love movies. My favorite is Easy Rider. God, Lilly, that's great. Tell me some of the one's you've produced." His boyish enthusiasm made Lilly smile.
"Slow down, Len. There are all types of films. You probably haven't heard of mine, they're classified foreign. Do you go to many foreign films?"
Len's enthusiasm waned. He equated French with foreign, and had never taken the time to see one. "If they aren't playing at the Springfield cinema, I don't see them."
"Well, there you have it then. I'm certain you've not seen my pictures. Have another pancake."
"How many have you done?"
"A few."
"So, what are they called? I'll make it a point to go see one." Len shoveled in his breakfast.
"Well, let's see." Lilly thought. "There's ... No, you wouldn't enjoy that one. Ah, let me think, No, that one either."
"Tell me what they're about, I might like them."
"I don't think so, Len, besides, you may not be old enough to see them. They're made for older people."
He wondered what she meant by that. He was over eighteen. He could get into the "R" rated pictures at the cinema and that made him an adult viewer.
"How old does a person have to be to see your films?" he asked, jokingly.
"Maybe twenty-one or more, have some more coffee. Isn't it a beautiful day today?" Lilly commented looking out the window. I think I'd like to stay right here and rest the entire morning. How about you, Len. Join me. We could have a shower and then sit outside in the sun for awhile. You'd Jove it."
Len could sense Lilly was trying to change the subject. His mother did the same thing whenever he asked questions she didn't want to answer.
"No, I think I'll move on. I'm going to check out Dayton. I've never been there."
"I'll be right back, I need to use the bathroom. Help yourself to more food, Len, there's plenty."
The boy filled himself full with hotcakes and coffee. He figured he'd be leaving as soon as he finished, so he started looking around for his things.
As he searched the bunk area, Len remembered how he'd met Lilly. Lilly had come into the rest room to piss. Why would she do that when she had her own bathroom in the RV?
Len decided to leave before Lilly returned, and quietly opened the RV door. He tripped on the broken step Lilly had warned him about the night before, and fell out of the vehicle onto the hard pavement below.
His face twisted when he saw his Harley missing. He'd parked it right next to the camper and now it was gone. He got onto his feet and stood frozen, straining his eyes at the very spot where his bike should have been, hoping, as if by some magic, it might re-appear.
His stomach turned over. He became confused and shaken, then angry. So angry he could kill. Len pulled his pocket knife then bounded up the short steps back inside the camper. He saw Lilly coming from the bathroom and he glared at her with hate filled eyes.
"What on earth is wrong?" Lilly asked, spying the knife.
"What have you done with my bike?" Len said angrily. "Where is it?"
Lilly smiled and started toward the boy, but Len screamed for her to stay put.
"Not another step! You stay right where you're at! Where's the bike?"
"It's right outside. I moved it onto the grass last night so no one would accidentally scratch it. Come, let me show you." Lilly started to move.
"Stay there!" Len screeched distrustfully.
"You just tell me where it is and I'll go get it."
"Do you really think that knife is necessary, Len? I'm one of the good guys. I'm not planning to harm you in any way. Please, put the knife away. There's no need." Lilly inched toward the boy. Her gentle voice mesmerizing him. Len felt himself being lulled by it. He was confused and frightened. His mind was racing, trying to determine if Lilly was some sort of maniac.
"Please, put down that thing. I would never hurt you. I thought we were friends?"
"Show me my bike. You take me outside and show it to me, now."
"Fine, let's go. It's just outside behind the camper on the grass. Go on, you'll see it."
Len turned to step outside, and when he did, Lilly lunged at him knocking the knife from his hand. His body slammed into the door jamb and his face was pressed to the wall. Lilly grabbed Len's arm and twisted it behind him then slapped a handcuff on him.
She wrestled with the boy until she was able to secure the other wrist and when his arms were secure behind his back, Lilly shoved him into the booth and pulled the door closed.
"It didn't have to be this way." she said, angrily. "It could have been so good. You've ruined it, now. You've forced me to do this."
Len was stunned, frozen in his seat. What would Lilly do?
"I just wanted to know where my bike was, Lilly, that's all. I paid a lot of money for it and it's new. I panicked when I saw it missing. I just wanted to find it."
"And right away you accused me! Me? The one who fed you, gave you a place to sleep, took care of you. Me!"
"I'm sorry, Lilly. I shouldn't have. I panicked, that's all."
"Get up!" she shouted, grabbing him from the booth then pushing him toward the back of the camper. "Go on, move." she shouted. "Now, you look out that window. Do you see it?" she yelled, pressing his face to the glass.
"Yes, I see it."
"There's your stupid bike, just as I told you. It's in the grass, safe and sound. Now get back in there." she ordered, shoving him back to the kitchen area. "Sit down!"
Lilly paced the camper, moving quickly from refrigerator to bathroom door. Up and down she walked, stamping her feet and mumbling.
Len was shaking with fear. His earlier suspicions were true. Lilly was dangerous. He had to get away from her, but didn't know how.
If he made a dash for the door he could probably kick it open, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, he would only be able to run. Lilly had a vehicle, she would catch up with him no matter how fast he ran.
He wouldn't be able to ride his chopper, not without hands. Len was trapped. His only hope was to calm Lilly down and patch things up.
"You're right, Lilly. I've been an ass. How could I think you would take my bike? Please forgive me. I should have known better." Len spoke using as much sincerity as he could. He tried to make his tone believable. Lilly stopped pacing. She looked at him and shook a finger.
"You shouldn't have done it, Len. You shouldn't have insulted me that way."
"I know. I was wrong. You are a friend, I see that now. You have taken care of me. You've given me your food, coffee, a nice warm bed, I know. I was stupid to think you'd take my bike. I was a stupid ass. Please, Lilly, forgive me. How can I make you understand how bad I feel about it?"
She walked over to the booth and sat across from him. She smiled, then ran her hand through Len's soft blonde hair.
"I want us to be friends." she said softly. "I knew from the beginning we would."
"Friends don't put handcuffs on each other, Lilly. Take these off, okay?"
Her demeanor changed. Her face became angry again and she jumped up from the booth.
"You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" she snapped.
"No, Lilly, no, I like you. I really do. I want things to be the way they were. I want us to be friends."
"We are friends, Len. The handcuffs don't change that. Slide over." Lilly told him, then slipped into the seat.
"Handcuffs aren't a sign that we can't be friends, I'll show you." Lilly put her hand to Len's chest. She rubbed it over and around the boy several times. Len cringed at her touch, but fought to keep his repulsion inside.
"See, Len, we can still be friends, even with the cuffs. Come on, let's go to the back. We'll have more room there."
"Why, Lilly. Why do we need room?" Len asked, trying to stall.
"We can stretch out on the hunk and I'll read to you."
"I'm not sure we should." Len scrambled for something to say. Lilly glared at him. Her face showing disapproval.
"I mean, reading. Ah, Lilly, now what if you get me back there and read to me and I fall asleep. See, that's no good. You'll be alone then. No, we should stay here and have some coffee. Yeah, let's have some more of your good coffee. I sure could use a cup. How about it?"
"Too much caffeine isn't good for you, Len, besides, you drank the last of it at breakfast."
"Make more, Lilly. I'll help you."
"Come with me, Len. We'll have coffee with lunch if you like."
Lilly drug Len from the booth and followed, moving him along toward the bunk. "Turn around," she said, putting her hands to his jeans.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off your pants." Lilly undid the jeans and lowered the boys pants to the floor. She told him to lift his feet and take them completely off. Len had a perfect shot at Lilly's face with his knee, but didn't use it. He had to get Lilly to undo the handcuffs first.
"Climb up in the bunk and lay down." she said. Lilly watched as he bent over and put one knee on the bunk mattress. His young balls hung freely between his legs and her face glowed with excitement.
"That's it, Len, now let me get in next to you." She moved into the bunk and lay right next to Len.
"These handcuffs are hurting me, Lilly."
"And I'm sorry about that too, but I can't take them off, not yet."
"Not yet? Len said. There was hope then. If he did what Lilly wanted and gained her trust again, she might remove the cuffs.
"I'll try to relax, maybe that would help."
"Yes, Len, do. I won't hurt you. I like you too much to hurt. you. I want us to be close and share our feelings. Let me show you what I mean." Lilly put her palm to Len's flaccid cock. She rubbed gently, then lifted the shaft into her closed fist.
"You have a beautiful dick, Len. I'd like to taste it. May I?" Lilly asked. Len didn't say a word. Lilly bent over and put the cock inside her mouth. She didn't waste a second sucking the entire limp shaft up into her face. Len tried to remain calm, but he felt sick. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see Lilly, and he tried to imagine it was Ellen sucking him again, just like yesterday in the back room.
Len visualized her face. He thought about her smile and how tenderly she touched and licked him. Len's cock began to grow. The blood flowed into his veins and Lilly continued to suck his dick harder, thinking it was her touch causing the arousal.
She reached into her pocket and took something out. She fumbled with it, then it made a noise. Len opened his eyes. He looked down at Lilly sucking his cock, and saw the soft rubber object he'd seen in the cigar box.
"What's making that sound?" he asked, looking at the thing.
"It's a vibrator. Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you. Open your legs more, let me see your ass-hole."
"Why?" Len pleaded.
"Just do it!" Lilly screamed harshly. Len spread his legs.
"My arms are cramping. Can't you remove these handcuffs, they really hurt?"
Lilly raised up and looked at his face. He did look uncomfortable, and she apologized.
"Here, you turn over and get up on your hands and knees. Lay your head to the pillow for me. There, isn't that better?" she asked.
"Some, but why won't you remove the cuffs? You could do it. We could get so much closer."
"Not yet, in a little while."
Lilly ran her hands over the flesh of Len's ass, then let her fingers glide over the opening of his young ass-hole. She forced Len to spread his legs as wide as possible, then Lilly lay on her back and inched underneath Len's groin. Len's semi-hard cock was hanging down over Lilly's mouth and she raised up, took it inside and resumed sucking.
She placed one hand up on Len's ass cheek, holding him steady, and let the other hand fumble for the vibrator. When she found it, Lilly raised it to his ass opening and slowly began to insert the long, slender shaft up into his hole.
He groaned when she forced the rubber object inside. It was dry and pulled at Len's ass uncomfortably.
"Oh, Len." she said, taking her lips from Len's cock once again. "I forgot the jelly. Please forgive me." She scooted out from under him and went to get the jelly. She returned and assumed the same position.
The rubber vibrator slipped smoothly up inside Len's ass. It felt good to him. It quivered as it slid inside, then continued sending tiny stimulating vibrations to his prostrate.
Len's cock responded immediately by pulsating inside Lilly's mouth, and the harder it became, the more vigorously she sucked. She slowly fucked Len's ass with the vibrator, sliding it up all the way, then slowly let the boys natural pushing motions force it out again.
She let Len's hard cock touch the back of her throat and she kept tilting her head back trying to open her throat muscles and let the boys dick pass into it.
Len didn't flinch a muscle while Lilly violated him. His cock had grown hard from reflex only. He wasn't participating. Lilly could sense Len's tension and began pressing her hand on his ass trying to force him to move his hips up and down driving his cock further inside her mouth, but Len resisted.
The gentle stimulation of the vibrator felt good inside his ass. He'd never experienced the feeling, and was having to fight very hard not to succumb. Lilly continued fucking his opening with steady, even strokes, and waiting for Len's first participating motion.
After several minutes, Len's struggle gave in to one sensual thrust. He let his hips lower to Lilly's face and let out a moan when the vibrator hit against the walls of his canal.
Her heart jumped with pleasure and when she pushed the vibrator deep into Len's ass, reached down sliding the control switch to high. When the vibrator speed increased, Len let out a gasp. His ass-hole began to spasm with pleasure, and his cock jolted inside her mouth. He couldn't fight the stimulating sensations any longer, and became an eager player.
Len let his hips pump up and down to Lilly's mouth, and he pushed his meat deep, making her gag. His thighs were spread wide, and he didn't tuck his ass in when he pumped. He let it remain exposed and open, feeling the deep penetrating vibrations of the rubber object reaming in and out of his virgin hole.
Lilly's cunt had become wet and was oozing in her tight pants. She could feel the lust of Len's movements and ached to feel his gushing cock unload into her sucking mouth.
Len couldn't stop. He was fucking Lilly's mouth faster, and groaning loudly. His balls drew tight against his cock base, and then he sunk his meat deep into her mouth and held it there while the penetrating vibrator forced a climax more powerful that anything he had imagined.
Len's hips collapsed. He lay on Lilly with his full weight. The vibrating plug had slipped from his ass and fell to the mattress. Lilly used her hands to push up on the Len's hips, raising him just enough to move out from under the boy.
Her smiling face was smeared with cum. It was on her lips and chin, and spread across one cheek. She went into the bathroom to wash her face, and when she returned, Len was standing up with his back to the bathroom door.
"Now, Lilly. Unlock the cuffs." Lilly smiled. She reached into her pocket for the key and removed the handcuffs from Len's wrists. Len slowly brought his arms to the front, easing his shoulder joints carefully. They ached from being bent back so far. He slowly turned to face Lilly. He gave the woman a broad smile.
"Now, lets have some of that good coffee, okay?" he said. She was pleased. Elated with Len's new attitude.
"Coming right up, my friend." she answered. "You take a seat in the kitchen and I'll make us a fresh hot pot."
Len followed her then sat down in the booth. He put on his jeans and shoes and made sure all his belongings were in his pockets, including his bike key.
"You're not upset, Len?" Lilly asked smiling.
"No, Lilly. I'm grateful. You've shown me the light. I've never been made to feel so good."
"I knew you'd like it, I just knew it. I did. I loved it the first time."
Lilly sat down while they waited for the coffee to brew.
"I was very young when it happened to me the first time, Len. I must have been your age. My brother's friend was the first to take me that way. I was like you, a little nervous at being handcuffed, but once I realized he was my friend, I relaxed, just as you did. It was such a powerful thing for me, Len. I hope you felt the same?"
"Powerful, it was. I loved it."
"Oh, Len, we have so much to be thankful for, don't we. We have found each other, and we'll be happy now, won't we?"
"Yes, Lilly, happy." Len agreed.
"The coffee is almost ready, Len. It won't be long. What would you like for supper tonight? We can have anything you'd like."
"I don't know, Lilly, you choose."
"It should be something special. We'll prepare a celebration feast. Just the two of us. We'll sit and talk and laugh. I know, we'll have our supper then I'll let you handcuff me. Yes, you can do it to me, Len. Would you like that?"
Len nodded his head and smiled.
"We'll wait until after supper when it's good and dark, then we'll get started. Oh, I'm so glad you feel this way. I was afraid you might be upset. I wouldn't want you to be angry with me."
"Angry with you, Lilly. Why, how could I be? You're my best friend. The coffee's ready. I'd love a nice big mug full, Lilly. You make the best coffee I've ever tasted."
She went to get the coffee. She brought two big mugs down from the shelf and filled them, then carried them to the table. Lilly set the mugs down and started back for the sugar.
"Lilly, wait. I want to talk with you." Len yelled.
"I'm not leaving you, Len. I'm just getting the sugar. I'll never leave you alone. We'll be together always."
She took her seat across from Len. "You go first." she said, pushing the sugar bowl to Len. Lilly watched him spoon out two teaspoons of sugar and stir them into his mug.
"Your turn, friend." Len smiled. When Lilly began to dip his spoon in, Len grabbed his huge mug full of steaming hot coffee and threw it into Lilly's face.
The scalding brew splashed in her eyes and she screamed in pain then slumped over the table and slithered onto the floor. Len took the other mug and emptied the contents onto Lilly's back and hips, then he pushed open the camper door, ran to his bike and tore off toward the interstate.
His heart was pounding, his ears throbbing, he was so glad to be away from there. He whipped his chopper onto the highway and sped away leaving Lilly to suffer the burns alone.
3
Marty wasn't completely convinced
Sheelah wasn't playing a game with him. He didn't sleep well last night thinking about it, but he figured the best way to find out would be to come to class.
Andrew Carter was more trusting than most. It didn't take a' brick falling on his head before he took a hint, but all in all, he tried giving people the benefit of doubt. If Sheelah said she wanted him he'd take her at face value until she proved otherwise.
"Mr. Whitel, would you come up here please." Sheelah asked, calling Jack to the front.
He was still in the classroom baiting others for the test.
"I managed to get him here."
"I noticed." Jack said. "How?"
"Never mind how, you fool, what difference does that make, he's here, isn't he."
"I hope you didn't use the same tactic you once used on me, Sheelah."
"Oh, Jack, come on will you, you make it sound like the only leverage I have with these men is sex. I'm smarter than that and besides, you're the only fuck I need. I want you to work on Eldridge today." she said.
"Why, he's a washout." Jack insisted.
"Just do what I tell you. You know something, I can have you fired if I like. I'm still your superior, Jack Whitel, and don't you forget that."
"Meet me at break time in the men's room, Sheelah."
"What, in the men's room, you've got to be joking?"
"No, I'm serious. Meet me there. I want to fuck you while these bastards take a piss. We'll use one of the stalls. No one will catch us, hell they've never caught us before."
"Fine, I'll meet you there, but first you work on
Eldridge. I have plans for that boy and I want him this morning."
"You're one hot cunt fuck, Sheelah Lynn. You just can't get enough, can you?" Jack snickered then went back to his seat.
Sheelah instructed the men to turn to page eighty one of their manual. Todays training would deal with closing sales, something Sheelah knew plenty about.
"Mr. Carter, would you like to begin?" she said sweetly. Andrew nodded. He began reading from the text and Sheelah interrupted.
"Page eighty one, Mr. Carter, or can't you count either?" she snapped. Andrew glared at her.
"Page eighty one of this manual begins with net profit, Miss Prescott. Is that the subject you wish to address?"
"Eighteen, Carter, page eighteen!" she shouted. Sheelah saw the entire class flipping back to the correct page and she realized it was her mistake.
"Come up here, Mr. Carter." she said, calling Andrew to the front.
"I am so sorry. I said eighty one, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"You know, I really enjoyed last night, Andrew. I hope we can get together again very soon."
"Miss Prescott, I don't understand all this. Why me?" Andrew asked.
"Please, call me Sheelah, and what do you mean, why you? I like you, Andrew, I told you that. I want to get to know every inch of you."
"I can't say as I understand, but I won't argue with you. How about meeting me this afternoon and we can begin by having dinner before going back to my place for a night cap?"
"Fine, I'd love it. I'll meet you after class, oh, and Andrew, during breaks you might want to use the toilets on the far side of the conference room. Thes ones across the hall are out of order." she said.
Andrew went back to his seat and read from the manual on page eighteen. The morning went quickly and before anyone realized, the time had come to take a break.
Andrew immediately started down the hall for the other toilets, but the other men used the one's outside. Jack had managed to smuggle Miss Prescott into the men's room minutes before they were excused and she was up on the tank keeping her spiked heels out of view from under the stall. Jack whipped out his cock then straddled the bowl preparing to fuck Sheelah while she sat on the tank top, but when she heard Andrew's voice she pushed Jack away.
"Listen, he's in here." she said.
"So what, fuck it, baby, you know you like it."
"Not now, not with him in here." she whispered.
Jack wouldn't take no for an answer. He dipped a finger to Sheelah's slit and finger fucked her until she was ready for more. It didn't take long. Not only did she love taking cock, she loved risky situations. She loved fucking outside in the parking lot at the mall and she loved doing it at parties where everyone looked on. Sheelah was a hot little cunt all right, she loved teasing then pleasing.
Jack's cock slipped up her chute like silk on fine wood. He moaned as it entered then humped in and out huffing as he drove it deep. The other men heard the noise and one of them commented with a joke, but Jack continued fucking.
"Hey man, you all right in there?" one man asked.
"Fine, yeah, couldn't be better."
"Hell, you sound like you're dying."
"Fuck off ass-hole, I'm busy." Jack shouted.
The man left Jack alone. Andrew was busy washing his hands trying not to pay attention, but with all the racket coming from the stall, he looked in the mirror behind him and happened to catch a glimpse into the stall through the small space next to the door. Andrew saw a bright yellow color, the same color as Sheelah's dress, and right away he knew what was up. He didn't want to believe it, but Jack was fucking Sheelah Prescott right there in the last stall of the men's room.
*****
After class Andrew went up to Sheelah and told her of a change in plans. He lied about having a date to avoid going out with her, but Sheelah Prescott wouldn't accept that.
"Break it, Andrew."
"I can't, that wouldn't be right."
"Who is she?" Sheelah asked.
"Just a girl I know, look, we can make it some other time. We'll have plenty of opportunity to have dinner, it doesn't have to be tonight."
"Do you like pie?" Sheelah asked, giving Andrew a sensual grin. He wasn't convinced this wasn't a trick question, but he bit just the same.
"I like it, sure."
"I've got a pie for you, Andrew, would you like a piece?"
"What, now."
"Now." she smiled.
"Sure, I guess." Andrew said. He knew Sheelah was up to something, but had no idea she meant her pussy. Sheelah took a seat on the display table behind the podium and hiked up her dress. She spread her legs apart exposing her bare moist pussy lips and Andrew began to sweat.
"Eat this pie." Sheelah said.
"We can't, not here." Andrew squirmed nervously. He looked around making sure no one was in the room. Sheelah reached out and took his hands. She pulled him closer and told him to get down there and have a quick taste. Andrew wouldn't do it. He pulled away and told her he didn't do things like that, but Sheelah just laughed.
"You did all right last night." she said.
"That was different." he said.
"Not really."
"Sheelah, we can't be having sex out in the open this way. What if someone comes in?"
"Come here." she said, jumping down off the table. "Scrunch down under the podium."
"Sheelah?"
"Trust me, I'll show you a trick."
Andrew did as she said. He got under the podium out of sight and Sheelah approached it propping one leg on the cross shelf letting her cunt spread. It was level with his lips and Andrew couldn't resist the sweet aroma of female pussy. He licked it once, then twice.
"Go on, no one can see you, just do it." she told him, and Andrew did. He dove into her cunt like a contestant at a championship pie eating contest. His tongue dipped to her slit and licked up and down, up and down until the sweet nectar of her feminine form drenched his chin when suddenly, the door to the conference room swung open and Gerald Swanson came in.
"Can I be of any help, Miss Prescott?" he asked walking toward her. Sheelah didn't flinch. She made no attempt to put her leg down even though he could easily see her dress was riding up past her knee.
"No, everything is under control, Mr. Swanson, thank you just the same."
"Did the meeting go well?"
"Fine, yes. I think the men are very comfortable here." she said.
Swanson walked around to the front of the podium and Sheelah carried on a conversation with him as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Andrew backed off when Gerald first entered the room, but when Sheelah reached under the podium and motioned him to continue, he did. He lapped up her pussy while Gerald Swanson carried on his conversation with Sheelah.
"I wanted you to know how much we appreciate your business, Miss Prescott. It isn't every day a large company like TALCO entrusts their needs to us. If there is anything I can do to make your meetings here more comfortable I hope you'll say so.
"Yes, I will and I, ahh, I will let you know, Gerald." she stammered momentarily when Andrew began sucking her clit. He was working hard to rattle her. It was the excitement of the whole situation. Andrew had never been involved with anything like this before and it was stimulating him.
"Are you all right, Miss Prescott?" Gerald asked with a grin.
"Fine, yes, why do you ask?"
"No reason really, your voice sounded odd for a minute."
"Tired, it's been a long day."
"I suppose you are. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
Andrew sucked her clit with as much tongue action as he could and Sheelah was on the verge of reaching climax when Gerald asked her out. Her face felt flush, she began to perspire, but Sheelah didn't flinch. She looked him square in the eye and answered him.
"Normally, Mr. Swanson, I'd love to dine with you, but I have a dinner date this evening. Perhaps we could make it another time."
"Fine then, another time. Well, if there's nothing I can do to help I guess I'll get out of your way so you can get back to work."
"Thank you, Mr. Swanson." she said. As he left the room her climax finished and when the door closed behind him she began laughing.
"That was great!" she said, pulling Andrew up from under the podium. "I've never felt it that strongly before. You're really hot, Andrew Carter, are you sure you've never done this before?"
"Never." Andrew said, all smiles.
"Well?" Sheelah asked.
"I liked it." he said, tilting his head to one side like a school boy caught kissing for the first time. "You liked it, well, that's nice to hear."
"I loved it actually. I never realized it would be this way."
"Stimulating, you mean?"
"That and down right hot. He could have caught us, Sheelah."
"But, he didn't."
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Andrew asked.
"Not like this I haven't. You're fantastic. Where did you learn to lick pussy that way?" Sheelah asked. "I don't know."
"You're too modest, Andrew, you must have some idea. Are you married?"
"Heavens no, what gave you that idea." he said with a chuckle.
Sheelah was doing it. She was building him up, making him feel special. That's how she operated. She'd build ego's then squash them to maintain control. Once she managed to get the man feeding off her words she had him.
"Well, you learned it somewhere, Andrew. You're fantastic. I've never been eaten that way before. If you fuck like you lick then you and I will have a long lasting relationship."
"I'm glad you liked it, Sheelah." Andrew grinned. He felt good about her words. Andrew hadn't thought of himself as super lover before, but Sheelah made him feel like one. He wanted to strip down and take her pussy right there, but he didn't tell her that. He figured to do it later when the two were alone in his apartment.
"I heard you tell Mr. Swanson you had a dinner date tonight. I assume you meant with me?" he asked.
"If the offer stands, yes, that's exactly what I meant."
"You know it does. Come on, I'll buy you the best dinner you've ever eaten and then we can work on answering your other question back at my place." Andrew escorted Sheelah out of the conference room and just as they left, Gerald was coming in.
"Oh, excuse me." he said, almost bumping into Andrew.
"Perfectly all right." Andrew said. Gerald looked at the man with curiosity. He hadn't seen Andrew come up the hall and he wondered how he managed to get into the conference room, but Gerald didn't ask, he just shrugged it off.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Swanson?"
"I have your receipt for today's meeting."
"Why thank you, I was just coming up front to get that."
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Swanson asked. "Bright and early." Sheelah said winking at Andrew.
*****
Dinner took place at LeFant's on the Boulevard.
It was a swanky restaurant with private booths along the back wall and curtains closing out the rest of the room. Andrew slipped the waiter a fifty for breaking reservations and giving them a private booth and Sheelah was impressed.
"I've never eaten here, Andrew. This is lovely." she said.
"Yes, it is, isn't it. I come here frequently, but I must say, never with a lady as beautiful as yourself, Sheelah. You look absolutely delicious." he said, winking at her.
"Why, Andrew Carter, I believe I can read your mind."
"What, I didn't say a word."
"Your eyes are screaming it to me, Andrew. You brought me here to make it with me in this restaurant, didn't you?" Sheelah smiled. She liked the idea. Fucking in public was one of her favorite things to do.
"I didn't say any such thing." Andrew said with a laughing grin.
"Why you dog." Sheelah returned the smile.
"Would you like a drink, Sheelah?"
"Oh, first, you mean, sure, I'd love a drink."
Andrew called the waiter over and ordered their drinks. He told the man to bring them right away.
"We're in rather a hurry so we'll take them now." Andrew said.
"Right away, sir." The waiter smiled at Sheelah then turned and left. Andrew and his date waited for the drinks and when the waiter brought them he also had menu's.
"These won't be necessary." Andrew said. "What is the one dish on your menu that takes the most time to prepare?" he asked.
"Well, that would have to be the prime rib, sir. The way our chef prepares it takes approximately twenty minutes."
"Have anything taking thirty?" Andrew asked winking to Sheelah. The waiter looked at the couple then at Andrew. It was obvious what they wanted and the waiter smiled.
"I wonder, what is your favorite meal?" the waiter asked. "I'm sure whatever it is will take a full thirty minutes." he winked.
Andrew placed their orders then bid the waiter good-bye. He slipped the man an extra twenty then closed the curtain. Sheelah and Andrew were alone in the booth with only a flimsy curtain between them and the other patrons.
"Well?" Andrew asked looking at Sheelah.
"Well what?"
"What's your pleasure?"
"You mean position, don't you?"
"That too I suppose."
"I want you .to make love to me on top of this table. I want you to clear us a spot and lay me down then pound me as hard as you can." Sheelah said, lifting her dress and showing him her slit.
Andrew began clearing the table. He couldn't wait to sink his dick into her body. He made a clear spot then pulled out his cock. It was hard as steel and pulsating with anticipation.
"Remove your pants." she said.
Andrew did. He stripped from the waist down.
Sheelah sat up on the table and spread her legs wide. Andrew nestled between them then directed his cock to her. He sunk it in and humped her until he spewed. The whole thing took less than five minutes. Andrew was fired up by the excitement of doing it in a restaurant.
When Sheelah sat down on her chair she lifted her dress so not to sit on it. Andrew dressed and had a seat and the two lovers smiled at each other then finished their drinks.
"How about you, Sheelah, are you married?" he asked.
"No."
"Boyfriend, a steady guy maybe?"
"Not really, well, there's Thomas."
"Thomas?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, he and I sort of live together."
"You sort of live with a man, what does that mean, sort of?"
"Well, we share a house, that's what that means." Sheelah said.
"Is this Thomas guy your boyfriend?"
"Well, not really. He used to be, but lately I've grown tired of him, you know how it is. When you stay around some people for a long time they grate on your nerves. Thomas is a great cook though."
"He cooks for you?" Andrew asked with curiosity. He'd never heard of a man cooking for a woman, it was always the other way around.
"Sure, Thomas does everything for me."
"Like?"
"Well, laundry, cooking, cleaning, he even feeds the birds in my back yard."
"So, it's your house then?"
"Sure, absolutely, you didn't think I'd live in some man's place, did you?"
Andrew didn't know how to answer that. Of course he thought it. To him the concept seemed natural. He didn't know any women with their own homes.
"What's so odd about that?" he asked.
"Oh, pahleeze, Andrew, get real. If I moved in to some stupid man's house the next thing you know he'd be trying to give me orders. He'd want me to mend his socks, he'd expect me to cook and clean, I don't do such things, especially for a man."
"Haven't you ever thought about marriage, Sheelah?"
"Once, but I got over it. I'm not interested in turning into a couch potato with some man. I don't want to settle for one man anyhow."
"You like having more than one man to shove around then?"
"Shove around?" Sheelah asked.
"Yeah, you know, a cock to control. You call the shots, you set the rules, he jumps when you say and if he doesn't, you cut him off."
"And what makes you think I do that?"
"Oh, pahleeze, Sheelah." he mocked. "I know about girls like you. You're the sort of girl mother warned me about. You're red hot and ready all the time. One cock isn't enough, you have to have them all and on your terms. You don't want a man, you want a male servant, isn't that right?"
"You're full of it, Andrew. I don't have to take this crap from you."
"Crap, interesting word. I guess that's what Jack was doing this morning in the men's room when I heard all that grunting coming from the back stall. Right, like we just did in here? You're terribly transparent, Sheelah, and I love it."
"Hey you sweet hunk a female flesh, come on down to papa and let's have a big wet smooch." he said. He was wavering on his horse like a flag in high wind.
"How do you do?" he slurred.
"Andrew, are you drunk?" Sheelah asked with disapproval.
"Yes, I guess I am, but don't you worry none. Once I get to bed you won't hear another word out of me."
"What on earth has happened to your cheek?" Sheelah asked, noticing the blood soaked handkerchief against his face. Andrew turned his face away from Sheelah to hide the blood.
"That's nothing, just a scratch is all."
"It looks more than a scratch, Andrew. We'll have to have a closer look. Get your horses bedded in the stable then we'll tend to your face."
Sheelah turned quickly and pretended to storm off out of the closet. She wasn't expecting drunkards but then she wasn't surprised either. Cowboys drank, that was no secret, and if she hadn't spent the evening fantasizing about their arrival, she might not have minded as much.
Sheelah was hoping to receive three dusty cowboys hungry and tired in need of a bath. Three stout men she could impress with her ability to make them comfortable. What she got were two drunks and a wound. His drunk act made her fantasy stone cold. He was too.
Andrew managed to bed the horses then drag his two drunken cow hands into the house. Sheelah met them at the door and showed them their rooms. Andrew practically had to carry the others up the stairs. He was falling all over the place. Aaron followed quietly behind.
"You sure are a pretty thing, miss, what'd you say your name is?" Andrew joked.
"Never mind that, you dog. You aren't playing right."
"Begging your pardon, Miss Sheelah. They is this way once I caught up with them. I sure do apologize. Had no idea they'd be drunk this a way."
"Never mind that now." Sheelah said sternly. "Just forget it, I can't get in the mood."
Andrew laughed. He moved toward her. He pretended to put each cowboy to bed, remove their boots then left them to pass out. He wasted no time. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold. He still had the presence of mind to thank Sheelah for her hospitality, but shortly after he started playing, she became angry.
"Now, let's tend to that nasty cut." Sheelah said, walking over to him, her hand reaching for his cock.
"Really, ma'am, it ain't nothing."
"Sit, Andrew." Sheelah ordered. Andrew did what he was told. He plopped down on the shelf while Sheelah fetched a wet cloth. She wiped the wound carefully, trying not to hurt Andrew but when she attempted to get the dried blood off, it began bleeding again and Sheelah could see the depth of the gash.
"You may need this to be in stitches." Sheelah said with concern.
"Ain't necessary, ma'am." Andrew snapped. "It's just a scratch. Once the blood quits it will heal up fine."
"Have you looked at it?" she asked, questioning Andrew.
"No, ma'am, but I'm sure it's nothing."
"Hold this on here tight." Sheelah said, pressing the cloth to his cheek then guiding his hand into place. "Just sit, do you understand me. Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" Andrew said.
"Just sit there, don't argue with me." Sheelah ran upstairs to the medicine closet and got her first aid kit. She stocked everything from gauze to ointment. When she came back to the kitchen, Andrew hadn't moved an inch and she was pleased he listened so well.
"If you won't go have this sewn, we'll do the next best thing, but you'll have to promise you'll follow my instructions or else you'll wind up with a big scar across your cheek."
4
Jensen followed along but not without reservations. Paul and Pete were his friends and Paul was home drunk, passed out in bed. He couldn't just waltz over and make love to his friends sister this way, it wasn't right. And what about Pete? Jensen was feeling weaker and weaker with each step. Linda Sue's gorgeous ass wiggled in front of him and he was feeling the booze. Even though he'd been living with a woman for the past several months, Ann didn't make love with him regularly and Jensen was horny as hell.
"I live on the bottom floor." she said, leading the way. They walked down the dark apartment corridors to Linda Sue's apartment and when she turned the key and flipped on the light, Jensen hesitated before coming inside.
"What's wrong now?" she asked with a grin.
"Linda Sue, really. I should go."
"Jensen, I promise I won't lay a hand on you, okay. Just come in and have some coffee. We'll talk."
Jensen thought about it. "Okay." he agreed.
When he came in Linda Sue locked the door and tossed her keys onto the table. She told him to make himself at home and that she'd be right back. Jensen asked if he could have some aspirin and she told him where to find them. Linda Sue was amused by his nervousness. She like it. Jensen Banks was just the type of man she could have fun with.
Linda Sue came out to the kitchen after changing into a nightie and Jensen's eyes bugged out at the sight of it. She had on a long silky black gown with delicate lace resting over the tops of her breasts and two revealing lace panels on the sides. Linda Sue knew it was driving him wild, but she pretended not to notice.
"I hope you don't mind my changing," she said, getting the coffee on, "but, I like to be comfortable.
Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Jensen. We can go in the living room and talk."
Jensen didn't respond. He was too taken by her loveliness. She moved like a graceful swan and he watched as her nightie swayed back and forth when she made the coffee.
"What would you like to talk about?" Jensen asked, just to get conversation rolling again.
"Oh, I don't know, whatever you'd like, I suppose. What sort of work do you do?" she asked.
"Coach." Jensen said abruptly.
"Coach where?" she asked with a grin. Linda Sue knew he was struggling and she loved it.
"Ah, Huron Hills High School. I coach football."
"Terrific." Linda Sue said. "So, let's talk about your job, okay."
"Well, there's nothing to tell really."
"There must be, Jensen. Come on, we can go to the living room while the coffee is perking." Linda Sue led the way and Jensen followed. The light in the room filtered through her nightie and Jensen could see she was completely naked underneath. Her curves were silhouetted in the light and he felt his heart skip a beat seeing her trim form and tight little butt.
Linda Sue lit three candles then put out all the other lights. She created a romantic atmosphere for them to talk in and Jensen liked it. He took off his shoes and had a seat in the chair. Linda Sue asked him why he chose to sit across the room from her and his reply was honest.
"I don't think we'd talk very much if I sat next to you." he said.
"Why not?"
"Linda Sue, you've got to realize, I've been without a woman for months, I mean, Ann and I lived together yes, but she wasn't very warm or affectionate. I've been lonely for female company for a long time now and seeing you there with that sexy gown on, well, I don't think I'd be able to control myself."
"I think you would, Jensen, try. Besides, I've never been with a man before and I'm not sure I'm ready now. I'll keep you in check." she said. Jensen was shocked. Linda Sue a virgin? He never would have guessed. The whole idea made his head dizzy. Jensen had never spent time with a virgin before. He'd never dated anyone young enough to still be one. He was excited by the idea and immediately decided to join her on the couch.
When he sat down, Linda Sue's warm sexy body closed in toward him. She lifted her knees to the side and rested them across his legs then wrapped one arm around his neck.
"There." she said smiling sexily. "This isn't so bad, is it?"
"No."
"Good, so let's talk."
"Linda Sue, I can't do this." Jensen said, pulling away.
"What's wrong now?"
"The same old thing, you're Paul's sister for God sake, I can't do this."
"Jensen Banks, you're taking a lot for granted, don't you think?" Linda Sue snapped.
Jensen was silent. She was raising her voice to him and he was stunned.
"Just because we sit close and we're alone together and just because I'm in my nightie doesn't mean I want to have sex with you, okay. You're doing all this talking about controlling yourself like it is all up to you. I have some say in the matter too." she said.
She was right, Jensen thought. Linda Sue was a person too. She had a good fifty percent say in the matter.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."
"Well, stop acting as if you were the only one with control around here."
Jensen sat down again and let her resume her position. He calmed down considerably and finally, Jensen looked at her. Linda Sue's lips appeared shiny in the candlelight and we wanted to taste them again. "May I kiss you?" he asked softly. She moved closer. Jensen's mouth enveloped hers and they kissed again with the same controlled passion as before. His cock was thumping like a rabbits foot and he had to pull away to quiet it down. Jensen seemed out of breath, but Linda Sue wouldn't let him get up. She wrapped herself around him more and they kissed again. Jensen's hands began roaming over her body. The silk fabric of her nightie gave him chills and as her tongue ventured inside his mouth, Jensen moaned. "Linda Sue, wait a minute, Linda Sue, wait." Jensen mumbled through their kiss.
"What?"
"I can't...." he said, but Linda Sue moved closer almost on his lap and kissed him letting go of a little control. She pressed herself to him until Jensen was losing control too.
His hands roamed over her body like a sculptor feels his work and when he got to her breasts she let his fingers nibble at the flesh.
Jensen was breathing heavily. His cock wanted out of its cage, but Linda Sue wouldn't make a move to free it and he wasn't about to make the first move. She was squirming onto his lap now, wiggling and twisting, mashing her soft thighs on his and placing the v of her crotch over his dick.
"Linda Sue, we need to stop this." he said, huffing and squirming.
"Why?" she asked, kissing his mouth between words.
"I, I, Sue...."
She held tight forcing her lips to his and she pressed her pussy to his lap rubbing and squirming over his cock until she felt Jensen letting go of all control. He gave up wrapping both arms around her and giving his all into the kiss. Jensen's cock was twitching wildly. He reached down and unzipped his jeans then started to pull it out, but Linda Sue wouldn't move aside letting him get a good grip on it. Jensen tried to move her so he could get it out, but Linda Sue stopped kissing him and got off his lap. Jensen was left sitting with his hand inside his jeans, shortness of breath and a silly look on his face as Linda Sue sat on the cushion next to him and said maybe he was right.
"It might not be a good idea for us to do this after all." she said.
"What?" Jensen asked, his hopes dashed.
"You know, what you said about being my brothers friend and all, it makes sense, I mean, if it makes you this uncomfortable, maybe we should just forget it."
"Well, I've thought about it and to be honest, I guess I over reacted, Linda Sue. Hey, when you think about it, Paul should be thankful it's me and not some weirdo he doesn't know."
Jensen was scrambling. He didn't want to stop now, not now. He was ready for her.
"I don't know, Jensen. Maybe we should think about this awhile longer." Linda Sue said. "Oh, coffee's ready, would you like a cup?"
He caught his breath and took his hand out of his pants. Jensen couldn't belive this was happening. He agreed to have coffee and Linda Sue went after it alone while he put himself back together. Linda Sue was giggling to herself while she arranged the coffee tray. She enjoyed teasing men and Jensen was playing right into her hands. Linda Sue had no idea how much it hurt a man to tease him that way. She was playing with fire and was about to get burned.
When she came back inside, Jensen was combing his hair. He stood up when she entered the room and Linda Sue could see his erection had gone down. She was hoping to bring it back up as soon as the coffee was gone.
"Cream?" she asked, sensually.
"Yes." Jensen said, averting his eyes from her.
"I hope you're not angry with me, Jensen." she said. "I just don't want us to do something we're not ready to do."
"I'm not angry, no."
"Good, because I really like your company. I hope we can see each other again." Linda Sue said, sitting next to him and letting her nightie rise above her knee.
"After this I think I'll go home." he said, taking a sip.
"Why, Jensen, you are angry, aren't you?" Linda Sue pouted.
"No, I'm not angry, it's just that, well, it's really late and I have to work tomorrow."
Linda Sue knew she had to work fast. She didn't want him to get away. She put down her coffee then moved close to him again. Jensen still held his coffee mug, but she took it from him and set it next to hers on the table.
"Linda Sue, please." Jensen said with a helpless moan.
"Please what?" she said, kissing his mouth again. "I, we, I...."
Linda Sue sat up in his lap again and kissed his mouth so tenderly it send chills through his body. She put her tongue inside his mouth and made tiny flitting movements with it sending chills up Jensen's back bone. He tried to stay calm, not getting an erection, but the more Linda Sue moved over him the more difficult it became. Jensen felt himself giving in again. Little by little he ventured into passion until she had him in the same state he was in before coffee.
"Linda Sue, please." he begged, kissing between the words again, but Linda Sue refused to let up. She writhed over him, rubbing, squirming, gyrating on his lap until Jensen was ready for a fuck. He scooted forward and tipped Linda Sue over onto her back then mounted her on the sofa. Jensen's legs nestled between hers forcing Linda Sue to spread apart until one of her feet rested on the coffee table and the other was stretched up across Jensen's back.
He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and he managed to release his dick and guide it to her pussy, but when Linda Sue felt it hitting her bare flesh she moaned and grunted trying to throw him off. Jensen didn't realize she wanted him to stop. He was too engrossed in passion. He thought she was squirming to get it inside, but as the tip of his cock slipped into her wet virgin hole Linda Sue broke away from him and screamed.
"Get off!" she cried
Jensen froze. He didn't know what was happening. He was confused. When he realized what Linda Sue meant, he got up immediately.
"Jensen, damn, you're moving so fast." she said.
"I thought you...."
"Well, you thought wrong!" Linda Sue snapped, pulling her nightie down around her knees. Jensen felt the sexual tension in his body and when he realized she was teasing him he got angry.
"I'd better leave now, Linda Sue." he said, standing up and poking his cock back in his pants. "Thanks for the coffee and everything."
"Jensen, wait." she said, jumping up and taking his hand. "Will I see you again?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know, tell me."
"Maybe, sure, I'll see you sometime."
"When, where?"
"I don't know Linda Sue, maybe over at Paul's again. I'll be playing poker over there next week, maybe I'll see you there." he said, taking his hand free and starting for the door.
"Jensen, wait a minute." Linda Sue said, running after him. "I'm sorry about this, really, but I've never done this before. I'm a virgin, Jensen, I'm scared, that's all."
Jensen felt compassion for her then. He remembered his first time and how scared he felt. He put his arms around her neck and pulled her to him.
"I know, Linda Sue, and that's one of the reason's why I'm leaving now. I'm not a virgin, okay. I can't pretend I am. Being here with you is kind of hard on me." he said.
"Why?"
"Why, huh, well." Jensen laughed through a frustrated grunt. "Let's see, Linda Sue, probably because touching you and kissing you is making me crazy. I could make love with you right now, Linda Sue. I'm ready for you. I could put my cock inside your sweet feminine body and feel the warmth of you smothering me with sensual love, but you don't happen to be ready for that yet and it's making me sort of anxious."
"You're saying you want me, Jensen?" Linda Sue asked, knowing her questions were making it more difficult for him to leave.
"You might say that, sure." he said with a grin. "I'd better just go. We'll see each other again."
"Jensen ... " Linda Sue said. She was stalling him. She wanted him to stay.
"I'd better go." He whispered, looking into her eyes. Jensen opened the apartment door and stepped out to the corridor. He turned around and looked at her standing there. Linda Sue's gown was transparent in the candlelight and Jensen grunted another laugh looking at her. He wanted to ravage her right there on the spot. He wanted to slam his cock so far in her body she'd beg for mercy, but he couldn't do that, she wasn't ready for it.
"What's so funny?" Linda Sue asked.
"Nothing."
"But, you just laughed at something?"
"No, I wasn't laughing." Jensen said, putting on a serious expression.
"May I kiss you good-night?" she asked.
"I don't know, Linda Sue, maybe that isn't such a good idea."
"Please, just once. We can do it right here in the hallway, Jensen."
He desperately wanted to. Jensen tilted his head and nodded yes. He moved to her and Linda Sue wrapped herself around him again. Jensen was prepared to remain calm this time. He wasn't going to let himself be disappointed again. Linda Sue kissed his mouth. She tried to get her tongue inside, but Jensen refused it.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Linda Sue, you're killing me." Jensen said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're not making this easy for me."
"I just want a kiss good-night, Jensen." she said with a girlish whine.
"No, I don't think that's all you're after, Linda Sue." he said, sternly. "I think you want me to get worked up again so you can turn me down."
"That's not true, Jensen."
"No, well, I think it is. You may be a virgin, Linda Sue Gentry, but you're no innocent little girl. You know exactly what you're doing to me and I can't go through it anymore. I'm not a saint, you know. I'm a man, Linda Sue and you're making it real difficult for me to control myself."
Linda Sue didn't speak. She could see he was upset. Jensen was letting his frustrations vent and she let him do it.
"If you didn't want it why'd you climb up on top of me that way, Linda Sue? Why'd you lead me on? I'm not a little boy, okay. I'm a full grown man and I'm just not used to women climbing on top of me and wiggling their ass over me just to turn me down when we're about to make love."
"I told you why." Linda Sue pleaded.
"Yeah, I know, a virgin, well, good-night, Linda Sue Belle, I've gotta get going. Maybe I'll see you later." Jensen said, huffing a deep sign then walking quickly to his car. Linda Sue stood in the hallway watching him storm off. She felt terrible about upsetting him. She wished he'd come back. Linda Sue knew she'd make love now, she wanted to. She liked Jensen Banks and didn't want to lose him because of a silly game she was playing.
Linda Sue saw his car lights then watched him drive away. She stepped back into her apartment and was about to close the door when suddenly, it flew open knocking her back against the couch.
"Hi, babe." Frank said.
"What are you doing here? Get out of my apartment."
"Not tonight, Linda Sue. Tonight you and me have some unfinished business."
Frank closed the door and came over to Linda Sue . She was scrambling to get up and he helped her grabbing her arms then yanking her to him.
"So, you don't date, is that a fact, Linda Sue Belle, so who's the dick who just left here?"
"Let me go, Frank! You let me go or I'll scream rape."
"Hey, no point in screaming about something unless it happens, babe." Frank reached down and unzipped his pants. He held Linda Sue to him with one hand then pulled out his cock with the other.
"Don't worry, baby, Frank will give it to you." he snickered.
Linda Sue started to scream, but Frank covered her mouth and knocked her to the floor. He forced himself on top of her and told her if she didn't shut up she'd be sorry.
"One more sound and I'll bust your face, Linda Sue. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Linda Sue shook her head no.
"Good, so you just keep quiet and this won't take long at all. I'm just here to collect a debt, Linda Sue Belle. I just want what's coming to me."
"What are you going to do?"
"Hey, baby, you have to ask? You know, I didn't realize your were virgin cunt. That makes it a whole lot nicer. Yes, ma'am, I can't remember having virgin pussy."
"Don't touch me, stop that." Linda Sue said squirming under his weight. Frank was feeling between her legs. He was trying to finger her slit before giving her his rod.
"Hey, no shouting, Linda Sue Belle, remember, you don't want that pretty little face of yours to look like raw meat, do you?
Linda Sue quieted down.
"Good girl, now you just lay back and enjoy this baby, I'm gonna make it real real good."
Just as her was about to slip his cock inside Linda Sue's pussy, there came a knock at the door and she screamed out.
"Help me, pie ... " she shouted, and the apartment door flew open. Jensen barged in and saw Frank on top of Linda Sue. He reached down and grabbed the young man then pinned his face against the wall jamming one arm behind his back and raising up on it until Frank screamed for him to stop.
"One move and I'll break your damn arm." Jensen shouted.
"Oh, Jensen, you came back." Linda Sue said, running to him and hugging his neck. "He was going to rape me."
"Do you know this guy?"
"He's Frank Anderson, he works at Parks and Recreation, and he's a creep."
"Not anymore I, aaaahhh!" Frank wailed. Jensen bent his arm up further.
"I told you to keep quiet."
"He's the one who broke into my apartment last week, you stupid bastard, I ought to kick you right in the balls." Linda Sue shouted. "I lost my job because of him. He's still got his."
"No I don't." Frank shouted hoping Jensen wouldn't
"You don't work there anymore, why, what happened?" Linda Sue asked Frank. "Let him talk, Jensen."
"Simpson fired me last week right after he fired you."
"No kidding, well that's a pure shame, Frank, a pure shame." Linda Sue said sarcastically.
"Maybe you should call the police and have him arrested, Linda Sue." Jensen said.
"Yeah, maybe I will." she said, hoping to scare Frank, but Frank Anderson wasn't the sort of man to scare easy. He'd spent plenty of time behind bars and didn't care whether he went back.
"Go ahead, call them, I don't give a shit." Frank said. Jensen pinned him tighter.
"I swear to God, pal, I'll bust your ass if I get loose from here." Frank said.
"Yeah, right punk, you're busting my ass now." Jensen said. "Call the cops, Linda Sue. This scuz bucket will try it again unless you have him put away."
"That's what I called him, Jensen, you know, you and me have a lot in common." Linda Sue smiled.
"Linda Sue!" Jensen shouted. "Call them!"
*****
After they took Frank away, Jensen and Linda Sue sat down on the couch. He held her close comforting her. She was upset about the whole thing, angry too.
"He broke in here last week, did you know that?" she said.
"That's what you said before, what happened, did he rape you?"
"No, he didn't even try."
"What's the guys problem, Linda Sue. Did you do something to him to make him angry at you or what?"
"Me? Why do you think that, Jensen. Are you saying his busting in here is my fault?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out the guys motive. I mean, what's he after you for?"
"I smiled at him once, you know, just the way I'd smile at any new employee, but Frank's not playing with a full deck. He thought I wanted to date him or something, the man is a case, Jensen, a real case."
Linda Sue was in tears. Her feeling were hurt plus she was upset by what almost happened. She didn't mind being forced to have sex, but not with Frank Anderson. If Jensen forced her she'd feel better about the whole thing, but Jensen wasn't the type to use force. He was too much a gentleman for that. Jensen pulled her close and held her tight. She shook in his arms and the more she did the gentler Jensen became.
"Are you going to be all right, Linda Sue?"
"I think so."
"Can I get you something?"
"No, I'm fine." she said. "Jensen, I just thought about something." Linda Sue said, pulling away and looking at him. "Why did you come back?" Linda Sue asked.
"I just felt bad about the way we left things. I shouldn't have yelled the way I did."
"It's a good thing you came. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't. Frank was just about to let me have it. He said he'd break my face if I screamed, but when I heard you out there I had to chance it."
"I'm glad I did too, Linda Sue. I'd hate it if something happened to you." Jensen said, kissing her cheek. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Jensen, it was me. I teased you too much and I'm sorry." Linda Sue heard herself saying the words and even she was surprised. She never thought she'd admit being a tease, but there was something special about Jensen Banks and she didn't want to play games with his feelings anymore.
5
Sheelah locked and bolted the apartment door, then ran into the bedroom and cried. Marty was at her heels and began pounding at the door.
"Sheelah, please, let me explain."
"No, go away, Marty. I don't want to see you."
"It's not what you think, I swear, please, let me in. Give me the chance to explain."
When the door swung open, Sheelah was holding a knife. She pointed it at Marty then ordered him to go away.
"Give me that" he lunged at her taking the weapon from her hand. Marty closed the apartment door and watched as she ran back into the bedroom.
"Sheelah, please, you must listen to me. Things are not always as they seem. I can explain. Please, listen."
"How can you explain what you did, what I saw you doing? There is nothing you can say to excuse it. You and mother? I can't believe you would do such a thing."
"It didn't mean anything, Sheelah."
"It meant plenty!"
"No, I mean, to me. It was something I had to do to get the pictures."
"I can't believe you would take pictures of it, God, you're completely sick, you know that, completely."
"No, not pictures of me and Lilly. Will you listen, please. Lilly had pictures of me and Cliffton. Pictures I didn't want you to see. She was using them to blackmail me. She told me she'd show them to you if I didn't."
"And you chose to have sex with my mother to avoid my seeing some dumb photographs?"
"No, to keep her from making you fuck Cliffton Nashton."
"Get away from me. I don't know what you're talking about. Cliffton Nashton is in Idaho, and besides, what has he to do with you and my mother humping in the sitting room? Get away!"
"Sheelah, you have to listen to me, I love you."
"Oh right, I've seen your kind of love, Marty. Mickey told me about you."
"Mickey? What does Mickey have to do with anything?"
"He told me about all the women you've had, and you tried to pass yourself off as a virgin with me. I believed you, Marty. I really believed you loved me."
"I do love you, Sheelah, honest. I lied about myself to make you feel more comfortable. I know how nervous you were making love. I wanted you to think it was my first time too, don't you understand?"
"Sure, I understand. Get away from me."
"Sheelah, please. I'm sorry I lied. It will never happen again."
"Why? Planning to keep your mouth shut for the rest of your life, Marty."
"Very funny, very funny, I probably deserve that, but I'm telling you the truth now. Lilly means nothing to me. I hate the old broad. I was just trying to get the pictures, that's all. You've got to believe me."
"What pictures are you talking about?"
"The ones of me and Cliffton."
"What pictures, Marty?"
"He and I, well, he and I had sex, Sheelah."
"What?" her eyes squinted.
"We had sex together and there were these pictures of it. I didn't know about them until Lilly tried to blackmail me. She told me I had to take Mickey's job at the spa. She told me I had to see to it you joined the spa and had sex with Cliffton while I watched. I couldn't go through with it, Sheelah. I couldn't."
"What in hell are you talking about, Marty?"
"The spa, Sheelah. That's why I had to leave. I couldn't watch you and Cliffton doing it."
"Cliffton Nashton wasn't in the room when you were there!"
Marty looked at her with a perplexed expression. He knew only Mickey had been in the hot tub when he stormed off, but Sheelah's reply was curious.
"Are you saying Cliffton came after I left?"
"Yes, well, I thought it was Cliffton. I think it was Andrew."
"Who in hell is Andrew?" Marty asked.
"Don't change the subject, you sorry animal. This is not about me, it's about you and my mother. What you did is disgraceful, Marty, and I don't want to live with you anymore."
"Sheelah, did Cliffton Nashton touch you?"
"Get away from me. Get your things and get out."
"Did he?" Marty persisted.
"I balled him sure, so what. It's not as if he was your father or anything. I let Mickey have his way too. The three of us fucked for an hour, and you know what, it was great! Yeah, great! Cliffton Nashton can hump me anytime. He's got a rod this long!" Sheelah held up her hands making a gesture, and Marty stood frozen by her display of lust. "Mickey let me suck his dick while Cliffton humped my butt. Happy now? Got what you want? So what? I mean, Cliffton Nashton is a good looking man, so's that Mickey guy. They were at least honest with me, which is more than you were. I liked it. I may go back tomorrow for another work-out, as you used to call them."
"How could you let Cliffton do it, Sheelah, after what he did to you?"
"It wasn't Cliffton. It was Andrew!"
"There's that name again, who the hell is Andrew?"
"I think he's Cliffton's cousin."
"You think, don't you know?"
"Not for sure, no. I do know he wasn't Cliffton Nashton."
"How do you know that? Cliffton was there when I was there. Mickey told me he was working the tubs. I ought to know Cliffton Nashton, for God's sake. We worked out every morning, plus, I know who I ass fucked, Sheelah."
"You ass-fucked Cliffton?"
"I'm not proud of it, but yes, I had to."
"Oh, like he held a gun to your head, right?"
"No, I couldn't stand being without you, Sheelah . He caught me at a time when I was ripe. I needed someone, and Cliffton was there."
"I can't believe this crap. You're standing here telling me you got horny and balled some man to relieve the tension, is that what you're saying?"
"Yes, that's right. That's what happened."
"Get away from me. What do you take me for, a ding bat?"
"Sheelah, I swear to God."
"You can swear all you want, Marty, but this is the most ridiculous line of hog patoots I've ever been asked to step through. You say you balled Cliffton Nashton because you got horny, and you got horny because you wanted .me, but I wasn't old enough. Then you tell me you love me, but hump my mother to get pictures of you humping a guy? This is the most spectacular line I've ever heard."
"But it's true, Sheelah, I swear."
"When did you and Cliffton have your little photo session?" Sheelah asked with a snicker.
"I didn't know the pictures were taken. I didn't have any idea. It was Lilly doing."
"Right, okay, so when did mother snap the action? Last week, last month, when?"
"It was a long time ago, Sheelah, I don't remember exactly." he said, hanging his head.
"How long?"
"I don't know, three, maybe four years. What difference does that make? Sheelah, what are you doing?" Marty asked watching Sheelah pick up the phone. "Who are you calling?"
"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Nashton, please." she cupped her palm over the phone and said, "We'll see how long ago it was, Marty."
"Hello, this is Mr. Nashton."
"Hi, it's Sheelah."
"Sheelah, my dear. How nice to hear from you."
"Thank you. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our tea. I hope we'll be able to do it again."
"Oh, my pleasure, my pleasure. It's not often a lovely young girl requests my company, dear."
"Mr. Nashton, I was wondering. When did Cliffton move, you know, when did he leave for Idaho."
"Oh, dear, quite a long time ago. He's had the ranch for over seven years now, but he lived in town when he first got there. I'd say maybe eight, close to nine years, why?"
"Just curious,, that's all. I think I'll write him a letter today. Thanks so much."
"He'll be thrilled to hear from you, Sheelah. You be sure and tell him it was me gave you his address."
"I will, Mr. Nashton, thanks." Sheelah hung up and stared at Marty.
"Cliffton Nashton father." she said, pointing to the phone. "Seems Cliffton has been living in Idaho for the past nine years."
"That's impossible, Sheelah. He couldn't be. The old man is lying."
"No he isn't, Marty. Andrew is."
"Who is this Andrew, for God's sake, and what does he have to do with this?"
"Andrew is the one who tried raping me on the lawn, that's who Andrew is. Andrew is the one who let you ball his ass."
"I made it with Cliffton Nashton, Sheelah, not some guy named Andrew."
"Yes, Marty, I know you thought you were with Cliffton, but it was his cousin you had the fun with."
"It wasn't fun, okay. I was desperate."
"Yes, and completely unaware of the profession of prostitution, I suppose?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, that if you were that desperate, you could have sought a lady, Marty. You didn't have to go looking for Cliffton Nashton."
"He came to me, Sheelah. It was his idea, not mine."
"And you totally rejected it at first, right."
"As a matter-of-fact...."
"Sure you did, and I suppose balling my mother this afternoon posed the same dilemma for you. You know, men like you make me sick. Always thinking you're better than women, always thinking you're one step ahead, well let me tell you a thing or two, Marty, I won't be bullied by you or anyone again."
"But,. . . "
"Forget the buts, Marty. There aren't any. You and mother will be very happy, I'm sure, and as for Andrew, well, I'll take care of him."
"But, what about us, Sheelah?"
"There is no us, Marty, not anymore."
"But, Sheelah, I want to marry you. I want us to be man and wife."
"Fat chance of that happening now. I'm a lucky girl, Marty. To have found out before taking the plunge. To think I would have married you and you ... you would have been humping my mother every time I turned my back, well, you don't have to hide now, Marty. Lilly Arnetto is all yours."
"Sheelah, I don't want Lilly, I want you."
"So does Cliffton Nashton, Marty, and I think he stands a better chance of getting me."
"Cliffton? You must be joking. How could you think of doing such a thing, after all he's done."
"Did you know Cliffton was shy?" Sheelah stated. "What?" Marty laughed. "Cliffton, no way. He's about as shy as lightning during a storm."
"No, his father tells me he's painfully shy. Says he keeps to himself most of the time because he's too embarrassed to speak to people."
"Let me tell you something about Cliffton Nashton, Sheelah." Marty was snickering. He felt cocky and wanted to blast her notion that Cliffton would make a good mate.
"Cliffton Nashton stripped off his pants right in the middle of the aerobics class in the spa, and when he had everyone's attention, jerked off in front of the entire class. Cliffton Nashton is not a shy man." Sheelah smiled. She was listening, but realized Marty was describing cousin Andrew.
"Once, when the ladies were in the pool naked, Cliffton squatted on the edge of the pool and asked them if they'd like to watch a trick he did using a banana. He was going to shove it up his own ass while they watched. This is not a shy man, Sheelah. This is a man not playing with a full deck. A man three bricks shy of a load maybe, but not a shy man."
"You just don't get it, do you?"
"Me? What about you? You're standing here telling me how Cliffton Nashton has more of a chance with you than I do, and I'm supposed to think because he calls himself Andrew that that explains it. That explains why his father lies saying he's in Iowa?"
"Idaho."
"Idaho, Iowa, what's the difference. The point is, Cliffton Nashton is alive and well right here in this valley, and if you think otherwise, you're a fool. Hell, if I had a son like Cliffton, I'd lie too."
"Marty, your father does have a son like Andrew." she said with disgust.
"Oh, very cute, Sheelah. Very cute." Marty sat down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "And I suppose you think I'm just like Cliffton?"
"Not at all, I think you're just like Andrew."
"There is no Andrew, Sheelah. Don't you understand that. That's what I'm trying to make you see. Andrew isn't real. He's Cliffton Nashton answer to bad behavior."
"We'll see about that, Marty, but in the mean time, I want you out of here."
"Why, Sheelah? Can't we talk this through?"
"I don't think so, Marty. Fornicating with some guy is one thing, but when you screw my own mother, well, just get your things out of here. I don't want you living here anymore."
"This is just as much my apartment as it is yours, Sheelah."
"Fine." she said, staring him in the eye. "I'll leave." Sheelah walked to the bedroom and took out her suitcase. She started emptying the drawers when Marty came in and stopped her.
"You don't have to do that, Sheelah, I'll leave."
"Fine, get your things together. I want you out within the hour."
"Aren't you being a little unfair?" he asked, looking at her.
"Unfair?" she returned the question.
"Yes."
"Well, I really don't see how, but go ahead, enlighten me." Sheelah sat at the foot of the bed and prepared to hear Marty out. She was grinning, expecting more of his sick reasoning, but instead, Marty lowered his head and mumbled.
"I've taken care of Lilly."
"What was that, Marty?"
"Lilly. I've taken care of her."
"Yes, well, we established that the moment I caught the two of you in the sitting room."
"No, Sheelah, you don't understand. I told you the truth. She was blackmailing me. I had to do it to get the pictures. When you caught us, the pictures didn't matter anymore. I just wanted you, that's all. I was trying to protect you from the truth."
"We've been over this already, Marty." Sheelah jumped up and began pulling his clothes from the dresser. Marty didn't move. He sat quietly mumbling.
"I love you so much, Sheelah. I couldn't let her keep us apart like this. She won't bother us anymore, I promise you. I've taken care of it."
"Of what, Marty? What have you taken care of now?" She sneered, losing patience.
"Lilly, she's dead." Marty whispered. Sheelah's heart skipped a beat. She shook her head, hoping to clear her mind long enough to re-hear his words, but Marty repeated himself.
"She's dead, Sheelah. I killed her."
"You did what?" Sheelah asked, fearful he might be telling the truth.
"I love you. I did it for you. She wouldn't let go, Sheelah. Lilly kept hanging on. She refused to listen to me. I told her I couldn't watch you making it with Cliffton, but she laughed at me, Sheelah. She laughed at us. I had to do it, don't you see?"
"Marty, where is mother?"
"She's at the mansion."
"Where at the mansion?"
"In the sitting room, where I left her. I did it quickly, Sheelah, no pain. I hit her over the head with the fireplace iron." Sheelah ran to the telephone and dialed the mansion. She was frantic, but tried not to show fear. The phone rang and rang, but Lilly didn't answer.
"She can't answer the phone, Sheelah. Lilly is dead." Marty said, eyes looking off into space.
"Why, Marty ? Why would you do such a thing?"
"For us, Sheelah, that's why. Lilly wouldn't leave us alone. It was all for nothing now, wasn't it?"
"Marty, I can't believe you did this. Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, I did it. I did it so we could be together, but it was all for nothing now. You'd better call the police, Sheelah. I should go to jail."
"Come with me, Marty. Quickly, get up."
"Where are we going?"
"To mothers, come on, let's go quickly."
"Sheelah, you don't want to go there. It's awful.
Lilly bled all over the sofa. You shouldn't see it, Sheelah."
"Are you coming, or will I go alone?"
"No, I don't want to see her again, Sheelah. That's why I killed her. I didn't want to have to look Lilly in the eye again." Sheelah ran from the apartment leaving Marty in his daze. She hailed a cab at the corner, then rode out to the mansion.
*****
The front door was wide open, and Sheelah chilled seeing the foyer drapes blowing in the breeze. She knew Lilly would never allow such a thing.
The hallway appeared dim, and Sheelah felt a disturbing silence about the place. She walked toward the sitting room, not blinking an eye, and when the door pushed open, Sheelah was shocked to see Mr. Nashton kneeling beside the sofa, Lilly in his arms.
"Mr. Nashton?" Sheelah said. The old man jumped.
"Oh my God, Sheelah, your mother. Call an ambulance, she's been hurt."
"Is she alive?"
"Just barely, please, call for help." Sheelah ran to the phone and dialed emergency services. They dispatched an ambulance, and Sheelah ran back to the sitting room, joining Mr. Nashton.
"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry." he cried. "Who would do such a thing to Lilly?"
"Mr. Nashton, don't worry. Everything will be all right. Come away from her." Sheelah said, seeing her mother's hopeless condition.
"No, no, I can't. She needs me. Lilly needs me, Sheelah. Sheelah, oh my God, I had no idea." he sobbed.
"Come away, Mr. Nashton, please. There's nothing you can do now."
"I can be with her. I can be with my Lilly." he lowered his face to the woman's breast sobbing uncontrollably, and when the ambulance arrived, Lilly was pronounced dead.
"Are you the husband?" The ambulance attendant asked Mr. Nashton. He was unable to respond. He was in shock.
"No, he's our neighbor. She's my mother"
"Sir, sir, are you all right?" the young man asked Mr. Nashton. "He appears to be in shock. We'd better transport him as well. Come along sir, everything will be fine. Miss, you can ride in the back with your mother. We'll put Mr. Nashton up front."
"I should have known." Mr. Nashton mumbled. "I should have known."
"We asked you for an honest days pay for an honest days work! We had our rights. You didn't have to use us, why, Sheelah? So you would have an excuse to strip us and feel our balls. Here." he screamed, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees. "If its balls you want, take them! Go on, take them, they're yours."
Her face was streaming with tears. For the first time, she was beginning to understand how the men felt. She wanted so very much to close her legs so they would stop gawking at her. She wanted her breasts to be covered so they would stop poking them. She wanted them all to leave her alone and let her die. Just curl up and die right there on that bed.
"I never meant to hurt you." she sobbed.
"Well you did, Sheelah. You took something from us that no amount of money or food can replace. You took our dignity. You reached into our lives and snatched away the one fucking thing we needed to feel like men."
"I did what I had to do to make you show proper respect. I treated you that way so you would perform. I had a company to run. I can't have a bunch of men taking advantage of me. I had to teach you to tow the line."
Sheelah felt the last of her strength pass on. She was miserable and exhausted from the ordeal, and with her last effort, she yelled.
"How was I supposed to do it? How else would you have worked for me? My mother was that way with me, and I worked my ass off for her. I respected her. I struggled hard to please her and she knew it. What was I supposed to do?"
"I met your mother." he said. "I was there before you took over, remember? She was a selfish, arrogant, stupid son-of-a-bitch who treated her family like fucking dogs! She was a bastard! A no good, useless bastard who wouldn't know compassion or generosity, or dignity if it reached up and bit her tits down to a stump."
"No she wasn't!" she cried. "Untie me! You! You untie me, please."
"Somebody want to untie the cunt?"
"Shut the fuck up, Sheelah!" he yelled. "Just shut your God damned mouth. I ought to fuck you right now. I ought to ram my cock in your mouth and choke you with it." He reached over and poked Sheelah's pussy. He took his middle finger and inserted it straight up inside her hole, then jabbed it in and out several times.
"You hiding a fucking whip up there, bitch? You stealing a fucking handcuff?" he scolded before stopping.
He began unzipping his pants. He undid the button and slipped them down over his feet. They all did the same.
"What are you doing?" Sheelah screamed. "Stop it!" While the men were preparing to take turns with Sheelah, he stood silent. His face was severely twisted, and his eyes were glassed over with rage.
He moved closer to the bedside, and resting his arms on the bed, looked Sheelah in the eyes.
"Why don't you ask me, Miss Sheelah?" he said in anger. "Why didn't you ask me? You never thought to ask, did you? I'm like the fucking invisible man to you, aren't I?"
"Yes, you untie me. You will, won't you." she pleaded, her nakedness in plain view.
"You haven't heard a word I've said! You never hear me! You ignore me all the fucking time. I'm stupid, I'm dumb. I'm the nerdie little shit you keep around to torment. I can't do the job, I ain't smart enough, well fuck you. Fuck you, bitch!"
He lunged on top of Sheelah. His knees hit her thighs, and she grunted with pain. He was going to fuck the bitch good. He was going to take back every single shred of respect due him. He was going to make her pay.
Andrew ran over to the bedside, and with one hand grabbed the back of his pants and lifted him off Sheelah. The other men watched as Andrew tossed him across the room. Then he reached down and covered Sheelah with the sheet.
"The rest of you back off from this woman." he said sternly. "Just move away from her." The men stepped back, their naked forms erect and ready to go. Andrew sat on the edge of the bed. He was quiet for the longest time, then finally, he spoke.
"I don't think this lady deserves any more of this." he said.
"Andrew," they said, angrily. "We have a right! This witch has it coming. I told you what she's done to us. I told you how she's treated us. We have a right to her. We've come all this way."
"Nobody told you to come all the way out here." he said.
"But, you told us to come, Andrew. You said for us to use your place."
6
The bedroom door was unlocked and he carefully turned the knob hoping to slip in and catch a glimpse of Sheelah sleeping. He wanted to stare at her body before waking her and get a good look at the reward he was planning to claim, but when he got inside, Sheelah wasn't there.
His first guess was the living room. Sheelah and Marty were fucking on the living room floor, he thought. Quickly, he turned and walked out planning to stumble across the two lovers and act surprised, but again, Sheelah wasn't there. He went to the kitchen and looked, but no sign of Sheelah or Marty. He was concerned and annoyed. He wondered if the girl was alright but felt put out because she wasn't available to him. He went back to Sheelah's bedroom for another look and when he got there, noticed the window open.
He looked out across the yard but saw nothing. The moon was bright but there wasn't a soul to be seen. Arnold's snowman was out by the woodshed and when he looked at it, he remembered the loft.
"Of course." he said, aloud. He climbed out the window and stepped down into the snow with his bare feet. It was freezing but he didn't worry over things like cold feet.
He saw footprints leading from Sheelah's window to the shed and walked in them hoping that might be quieter. He stood at the woodshed door and heard muffled sounds. He knew Sheelah and Marty were inside. If they were in the loft, he'd be able to sneak inside without being noticed, but if they were on the lower level, well.
He waited and listened for a long time but when his feet got too cold to stand anymore he opened the door and snuck inside. As luck would have it, they were up in the loft. He heard Sheelah whimpering and he could hear Marty's heavy breathing. He wanted to see what they were doing but was afraid to risk being caught.
He sat down by the wood pile under the loft floor and listened to the sounds. Sheelah sounded like a puppy and Marty like a Bull. He was fucking her, He just knew it. He couldn't take the wondering any longer and decided to climb the ladder for confirmation.
His eyes peeked over the top. The light from the moon lit up their silhouettes like a lantern lights a barn and when he saw Marty fucking his daughter, he stammered.
"Oh, God." he said, and Marty heard him.
"Who is it?" Marty shouted, jumping to his feet. If it were a burglar Marty wouldn't have to explain his appearance, but what would the chances be of a burglar making his way all the out to Marty's farm through the snow just to steel some hay.
"It's me." He said, and Sheelah quickly hid behind the hay bale.
"What are you doing out here?" Marty asked, trying to speak normally but unable to pull it off.
"I might ask you the same thing, Marty." he answered sarcastically. He stepped from the ladder into the loft area. He couldn't see Sheelah hiding but knew she was there.
"I come out here a lot at night." Marty said, in his own defense. He was hoping the darkness made it impossible for he to see Sheelah with him and if asked, was prepared to say it was someone else.
"Like that?" He smiled, staring at Marty's nude body and rock hard cock. "Listen, Marty, I don't mean to bother you, but there's something I want to discuss with you."
"Sure." Marty said. "You wanna sit?"
"Ya, alright." he said. He took the closest bale making it easier for Sheelah to remain unseen then started asking about a problem he was having with Janet.
"See, Marty, I've been married to Janet for a long time now but she doesn't have sex with me anymore." He was putting on his act for Sheelah's benefit. He wanted her to hear every word.
"I've got this powerful need to get fucked, Marty, but I don't like the idea of cheating on the wife. You know what I mean, don't you, Marty?"
"Sure, I understand."
"Well, lately I've gotten the impression that Sheelah wants me. Mind you, it might be my imagination but I can't help feeling it. She lets me see her in her under things and she brushes against me sometimes. God, Marty, if I could get my rocks off with anyone I'd pick Sheelah." Marty was stunned. He understood the sexual drive behind he's statement because the girl did the same for him, but never expected the man to openly admit it. He didn't know what to say.
"I don't think Sheelah has been fucked before, Marty. I think she's virgin cunt and I'd sure like a piece of it."
"Does she know how you feel?" Marty asked, for lack of a better question.
"I don't think so, but I don't know. That's what I want to talk to you about. How can I let her know how I feel without risking the whole thing blowing up in my face?" He was setting them up. He wanted to expose Marty's motives to Sheelah and at the same time explain his to her. He knew Sheelah was listening and if she wanted him she'd let him know.
"I can't say, he, I just can't say."
"Let me ask this then, Marty." He hesitated. It was a trick Sheelah picked up from him. "Who was that young pussy I caught you fucking just now?" Marty's eyes widened, his dick shrunk like a sun dried prune and the pit of his stomach turned inside out. He knew, and now Marty knew he knew.
"What can I say?" Marty said, throwing up his hands. "You may as well come on out."
Sheelah wouldn't budge. She wasn't sure how daddy would react and until she could get a better idea, stayed put. He walked around Marty and sat down on the bale overlooking Sheelah's hiding place. He smiled seeing her naked form in the moon light then told her to get up.
"Come on, Sheelah, I knew it was you all the time."
"How?" Marty asked.
"The living room." he said. "I was watching the two of you." Sheelah sat up letting her bare breasts hang free.
"So, what now, Daddy?" she asked.
"Well, that depends, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?" He had gotten over the shock in seeing Marty humping Sheelah's cunt. It was more out of desperate passion than anger why he sounded in the first place. To watch another man getting what you want is a turn on and he, not being dead, was turned on.
"Well, on how well you do what I want, I guess." Sheelah got up and sat on her Daddy's lap. She straddled him looking into his eyes and the man held her to him. Marty watched them hug then fantasized about taking Sheelah right in front of her daddy.
"I'll do anything you want." Sheelah purred. He grinned at Marty then back to Sheelah.
"That's what I wanted to hear, honey." he said. "Well, Marty, what now?" Marty shook his head. He didn't know what to say. Being caught that way was humiliating enough but to propose their next step, well, he thought it better left to he.
"I know what." he said, moving Sheelah from his lap. "Why don't you and Marty finish what you were doing and then we'll figure out something." He moved away from the flat area allowing them room to fuck and he sat on the bale by the top of the ladder. He was planning to watch and if Marty was to get his turn, that's the way it would have to be.
"Are you sure, Daddy?" Sheelah asked.
"Yes, honey, I'm sure. You and Marty go ahead. I'll stay right here and keep an eye out."
"You planning to just sit there?" Marty wanted to know, he smiled and nodded.
Marty wanted to feel the slick wet slit of her pussy more than anything but fantasizing about taking it while he looked on was one thing and doing it was another. His cock was hungry for cunt but not free minded enough to rise with he looking on.
"I can't." Marty said softly.
"Sure you can, go ahead, Marty. It's alright, I tell you, I don't mind."
"No, it ain't that, he, I just can't. I've never done it in front of anyone."
"Fine." he said, jumping to his feet and taking off his clothes. "I'll go first and you watch." he stripped then approached Sheelah. She was standing in front of her step father completely naked and smiling to give him the go ahead. Sheelah wanted cock up her cunt and she didn't care which one. he went up to the waiting pussy and started fingering it right away. Sheelah spread her thighs and let him dig deep into it. She loved having her pussy touched, he told Marty to move two bales of hay behind Sheelah and when he did, he lay the girl across them on her back then forced her legs apart. Sheelah's feet were on the floor of the loft, and her ass up on the bale, he nestled between her widely spread thighs and licked pussy, he lapped it from ass hole to clit then again until his little girl wailed with pleasure. Marty looked on feeling his dick quiver, he wanted a taste so bad his cock was dripping pre-cum and when he saw the hungry look on Marty's face, gestured for him to join in.
Marty approached Sheelah's naked form, he knelt by her father then waited for him to move aside, but he didn't move. Instead, he told Marty to take her mouth.
"Sheelah can bend her head back over the bale and you can let her suck your cock until I'm finished here then we'll trade." he suggested.
"I want to suck you, Marty, please." the young girl begged. Marty moved to her and as quickly as his dick hung to her lips she sucked it inside. Sheelah wasn't holding back a thing. She wanted cock and was getting two.
Marty's swollen meat entered her lips and pushed to the back of her throat. Sheelah gagged at first but managed to adjust her head to take it in. The cold night air coming in through the window felt good on Marty's hanging balls and as she sucked him off Marty could watch he licking Sheelah's pussy. It was the most stimulating sexual experience he ever had, or ever dreamed of having. It was like being fucked and seeing it happen to you. It was heaven. he licked up and over her little clit then sucked the foreskin up and back making Sheelah feel the same thrilling sensations Marty gave her in the living room. She didn't pull away from He though. Sheelah lay back and let it happen to her.
Marty reached across her body and fondled her tits while Sheelah took her daddy's tongue and Marty's cock. The more they offered, the more she wanted until finally she begged to be taken. He went first scooting between her legs. He stuck the tip of his pulsating meat to her throbbing cunt and let the soaking wet muscle swallow his knob. Sheelah squeezed tight making He flinch and when he could stand no more, began moving his hips in and out forcing the length of his cock up her hole.
Sheelah wanted it in her. She wanted to feel Marty's dick slide into her throat while He's slithered up her box. She wanted it deeper than they could give it to her. The young sexy girl twisted and turned and wiggled on the hay bale. Her control was gone and all she could think about was taking the cock.
"Deeper, daddy, fuck me hard. Take me. Take me hard, daddy." she said, and He gave it his all. He put both hands under Sheelah's ass then lifted her cunt onto his dick. He pulled her onto it like a sheath over an umbrella and rammed the full penetrating rod clear to his balls.
"Don't hurt her." Marty said, worrying He's thrusts might be too hard, but Sheelah put Marty's mind to rest.
"No, I want it." she said, feeling the cock sink deep.
The men worked her over from the front then during Marty's turn, flipped her over and made her stand on the hay bale while he stuck it to her. He held Sheelah's legs up and Marty raised her ass lifting her young hot cunt onto Marty's cock meat. He fucked her slit until the dregs of his balls spit up their load then He let her suck his cock while Marty sucked her off.
The men were hungry for sex and Sheelah was the best fuck either man ever had. She was tight and slick, wet and soft, and deep. Deep enough to take Marty's eleven inches and deep enough to suck down eight. Sheelah wanted it all. She wanted her pussy humped until it was sore and her mouth filled to overflowing with cock spray. She drank it down like water letting the thick creamy jism of their dicks coat her throat.
After Marty and He lost their wads, Sheelah still begged for more. She insisted they suck her to climax or she would tell, and He laughed.
"You little pussy fuck." he said. "You won't say a fucking word because if you did, that would be the end of your fun. I know all about how you operate, honey, and you can't pull that, I'll tell, shit with me."
"It's not fair." Sheelah pouted. "Marty got his, you got yours!" she shouted. "I want mine!"
"Okay, little lady, just give us a minute or two and we'll give you yours, right, Marty?"
Sheelah sat still waiting for the men to recoup their loss then as Marty's cock grew again she told him what she wanted.
"Fuck my ass, Marty." she whispered. "I want it there."
"Good idea." He chuckled. "Up the old chute. Damn, I haven't had sex like this since college. Go on, Marty, do it." Marty hesitated. He'd gotten over the embarrassment of fucking in front of He and his cock was stiff enough to handle the job, but he didn't move.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I've never ... " Marty said, shyly.
"What?" He smiled. "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch. You've never ass fucked?" Marty nodded.
"Man, are you in for a treat. Sheelah, we've got a man here who's never had ass, can you imagine?"
"I've never had it either, daddy."
"I suppose, Marty, you've never taken it either?" Marty nodded again. "Well, we'll have to fix this." He grabbed his cock and stroked it stiff. It didn't take long because what he had planned turned him on more than cunt.
He made Sheelah bent over resting both hands on a hay bale then he positioned her legs so Marty could inch up behind and slip his meat to her ass-hole.
"This will be better than any cunt you've ever humped, Marty." He teased. He guided Marty's rod to the opening then told him to penetrate. Marty did what He said and Sheelah groaned in pain.
"I'm sorry, baby." Marty said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Go slow, Marty, just go slow." Sheelah opened her legs wider hoping it would help but Marty's cock was just too big for the hole.
"Move out of the way, Marty. I'll do it." He said. He got in behind the girl and, without concern for her comfort, rammed the dick inside. Sheelah cried in pain but He held tight. Marty immediately tried to pull He off Sheelah but he refused to let loose. He fucked Sheelah's ass-hole as fast as he could and before Marty could get him off, He shot his wad. He let Sheelah go, yanking his dick from her ass and the young girl fell to the loft floor in tears.
"She's good and wet now, Marty." he said.
"Why you sorry bastard."
Sheelah picked him up, carried him to the edge and tossed him over.
"Oh, God, what have you done?" Marty shouted. "You've killed him."
"No, he's not dead, just banged up some. He'll be fine."
He was banged up pretty badly but not enough to worry over. Marty had more important things to take care of. He climbed back to the loft and looked into Sheelah's eyes.
"This is the way it should have been all along, baby." he said, kissed her tenderly.
Sheelah yanked him to the floor. She pulled the rope from her back pocket and tied his wrists. She kicked and shouted for him to lay down, but Marty wouldn't do it. He was confused and demanded his share of her now.
When his arms were secure she carried him to the table and lay him down. She tied the rope securely to the table then looped it under and up to his feet tying them apart. Marty was going to get what he deserved no matter what.
She ran to the door and locked it. She came back to him and stuffed his hanky in his mouth to muffle the shouts then she stood back grinning at her tied sex slave.
"You never treated him this way, you always gave him what he wanted. I took care of you, didn't I Sheelah, I took care of him too."
Her eyes widened. What was Marty saying? Did he kill him? She grinned approaching the table. His cock was bulging in the air. Sheelah took off his pants and smiled. She sniffed at his cock taking in the sweet aroma. He squirmed trying to break free, but she had secured the rope so tightly he could hardly budge.
"The water would have flooded the place if you hadn't shut it off, Marty. I was hoping it would cause the floor to give way and fall into the basement below and it would have too if you hadn't turned it off. It would have been a terrible mess. They wouldn't have figured it out after awhile. I would have been able to hear all about it on the news, but you even took that away from me." she said. "I'm sick of having things taken from me."
She was becoming more and more crazed with every word. He knew what she meant. The faucet in the kitchen. Marty had left it on to flood the place and she remembered him turning it off before running out. She had gone mad. She murdered men for less. He was afraid for his life. What would the woman do next?
Marty tickled her pussy slit with his middle finger as he talked. He told her all about how he'd snuck up and hit Lilly over the head then planned to floor the place. He slipped his finger in and out of her pussy tasting it after each dip.
"I hated watching the two of you. You had no business making it with her, Marty. You were my guy. I'm the one who loved you. I'm the one who should have been humping you. I'll do it now, though, I can do whatever I like to you now and you can't stop me. I knew as soon as she was out of the picture you'd belong to me, and I was right until he came along and spoiled things."
Marty fingered her frantically, driving his finger deep into her hole. She moaned loudly, but he didn't stop. He positioned his finger between her legs and lowered his mouth to her cunt. His nose dipped into it and he pressed it hard against her pussy lips then let it sink inside. His tongue ran over and around her soft fleshy bung hole and she moaned as Marty darted his tongue inside.
He alternated darting his tongue to her ass opening and his nose inside her slit then he pulled away and smeared the wet juices of her feminine body all around his face. Marty was losing it fast. He was going more and more over the edge with each act, but it was the only way he could keep Sheelah from becoming crazed.
"I gave that old bitch what for, Sheelah." Marty laughed. "I taught her a lesson she'll never forget. Did you see that puss she had?"
"It was silver, you know, it had a special razor sharp edge. Huh, I let her have it good with her own ruler. I stuck it up her ass so far I was able to measure the distance between her heart and kidneys, I did. I rammed her good, Marty, how about it, how about I ram you the same way. Would you like that?" she said with an eerie voice.
His eyes were glinting with fear. He wasn't enjoying the morning. His favorite girl had him strapped down on the table, legs wide, cock hard, wanting to cut open his ass. He wanted to do it all with her, sure, but not that. He wanted her to feel every thing she'd made him feel over the months he'd known her. The joy, the pain, the heartache, the lust.
Sheelah got her brief case and turned it upside down in search of a ruler. She couldn't find one, but didn't stop with that idea. She carried a pack of new, unsharpened pencils with her and she grabbed them then ran back to the table. She held them up to his face and smiled.
"These should make you squirm. How about it, can you take it, baby. Here, let's put one up here." she said, shoving the eraser end of the pencil inside his ass. "And one up in here." he said shoving another into his piss slit. Marty wasn't hurt by the number two's. They were thin and he was used to taking much bigger objects. He whimpered making her think she was hurting him, because that's what she seemed to want.
She slowly moved the pencils in and out of his openings letting him feel the full length in each hole. She lowered her mouth to his cock and bit it gently. He thought it felt good and his moans told her so.
"Oh, you like that, do you, well good, baby, good." she said, biting him again. Her hands moved up and back pushing the pencils in and out and her mouth spread over his dick like an umbrella. She nibbled and licked and bit until his moans became so lustful she began to laugh.
"I'm your man, aren't I Sheelah?" he asked. She shook her head yes. "You like what I do with you, don't you, baby?"
"Wanna suck my ass, baby?" Marty asked, looking into her eyes. Tell me what you want?" he asked the girl. She cleared her throat then told him she wanted him to fuck her mouth with his meat.
"Give it to me, Marty, I've got to have you. I want to suck you good. Come on, let me have every inch." she pretended to beg and he fell for it. His dick swelled up faster than a flag on a pole and he told her to go at it, his dick pulsing to her lips.
She opened up motioning she wanted him and when Marty poked his cockmeat to her mouth she bit down hard forcing him to scream in pain.
"You bitch!" he shouted, pulling his meat away from her. "I should kill you for that!"
Sheelah ran over to the end of the table. She glared at Marty. His legs were so spread apart the force pulled his balls tight and she could see his gaping ass hole oozing jelly.
She still had a pencil in his hole and Marty tried pushing it out. He glared at her with furry in his eyes then spat at her, but she slammed the full length of his cock with her fist.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, boy." she said, gritting her teeth then humping her cunt onto his dick. He moaned in pain.
"You prickless bastard!" she yelled. Marty heard the words and they made him angry. "You don't have enough cock on you to satisfy a dog. Go on, see if you can fuck me, you sorry cockless weasel, you can't do it." she shouted louder.
"Shut up, I'm warning you, just shut up."
She felt Marty's cock shrinking and she continued calling him names. She told him he was inept and useless as a lover. She said his cock reminded her of a little boys and told him the pencil would have more feeling. Marty tried to ram it to her faster, but the more she spoke the softer his cock became, until finally there was nothing left to slam inside. He angrily bucked her off and she jumped to the floor then ran around to his mouth and stuffed his hanky back in.
"Shut the fuck up, cock, you don't know anything. I'll show you what I can do." she yelled. She stripped naked throwing her clothes across the room then took his cock in hand and jerked her wrist up and back until his hard-on came back. When he managed to get it stiff she walked over to him and forced his ass to open while stuffing her finger inside. She yanked at him, pulling his hair and forcing Marty to squirm. She was beating him hard.
Forcing his dick to hang off the edge, she filled her mouth with it. His dick filled her mouth like a twelve pound sausage fills its casing and she jammed it in hard driving the tip of his dick into her throat. Marty relaxed. He made her throat open and she took every inch he had to offer. Marty humped his ass up and down to her face until the cum from his balls splashing against the back of her throat.
"See that, bitch, you ain't never had it this good." he shouted.
Marty laughed when she pulled out then held his spent cock in his hand while she swallowed his come. When her throat was clear enough to speak she complimented Marty on his performance.
"You were right, Marty, you are the most stimulating male I've ever known. I'd like to do something with you too, how about letting me ass fuck you with my tongue?" she said. "I'd love it if you licked my pussy, Marty, let me feel your tongue on me."
7
Sheelah's thighs Were covered in deep purple blotches. Her arms ached, her neck ached, her legs ached, and she was completely exhausted. She lay sobbing, thinking about her Lilly. She never admitted it to herself, but she was everything they said she was. She did treat her family like dogs, and her arrogance was beyond inhumane.
She did believe her mother loved her. She had to believe that, but the woman never showed tenderness. She never learned compassion or kindness. She had no idea how to relate to it from others, and feared it in herself as a sign of weakness.
Marty stepped into the room and locked the door. His mind raced thinking over the mornings events. He went up the stairs to the bedroom and stood in the doorway looking over at her. Sheelah was tied now. Now, it was Marty's turn to pay her back for all the sex slave time she held him captive.
Marty approached the footboard. He looked at her leg and arm restraints, then into her eyes. They were puffy and red and she looked tired.
"I suppose you expect me to say thank you?" she snapped, looking at him. "Well I won't!" she yelled. He laughed with disgust then threw his hands in the air.
"I don't want anything from you, jack ass. Not one thing! his face unsmiling.
"Then you untie me and let me go!" she ordered. "I demand you let me go!"
He watched her eyes as she spoke. They were full of hatred and rage. Marty felt his frustration building. He couldn't understand why she hadn't learned to shut up. Why she kept digging and ranting and running her sassy mouth.
"I just may keep you here for the rest of the summer." he said. "How would you like that? I could keep you here and feed you bread and water all day. I could let your hair get all tangled and never let you brush your teeth. How about it, Sheelah? Want that? Sure, I could give you dirty water to drink and make you piss yourself in the bed!" his face became bright red. He was hotter than a forest fire and twice as burnt.
"Marty Stump! You can keep me here until End of time, but I will never . ... I mean, I will never give in to the-likes of you! You're a sorry shit who doesn't know the meaning of the word human! You're an animal! A low down, no count, dirty animal, and you may be able to keep me a prisoner for the rest of my life, fucking me fifty times a day, but you'll never have me, Marty Stump, you'll never have me!"
He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He reached for his cock, which was harder than steel, and took it in his hand. He used one hand to lift his balls, and the other to stroke his shaft up and down.
She watched him with rage in her eyes. She was steaming, yet fearful. She imagined Marty fucking her hard and the dry dragging friction from his thick cock would hurt.
He straddled her breasts. He lowered his cock to Sheelah's mouth. She turned her head from side to side trying to avoid it, but Marty reached down holding her head still. He pressed his dick to her lips and told her to suck it.
"Put it in your mouth, cunt fuck, you want it. You know you want it!"
She clamped her lips tight. She was biting her lower lip so hard, Marty feared she might draw blood. He backed off and allowed her to relax.
"Don't be hurting yourself, honey. There's no reason for that. You just cooperate and I think you'll like this."
"Never!" she shouted, spitting at him, then clamping her lips shut again."
Suddenly, Marty had the answer. Something in his mind clicked, and he knew exactly what to do.
"Okay," he said softly. "You want to play rough, I'll play rough." Marty said, getting off. He stood on the floor looking down at her. She watched him, wondering what he would do. Marty smiled at her.
"I'm gonna teach you something, something new. I'm gonna show you something you've never been smart enough to see on your own."
Marty pulled the sheet from her body. He smiled as he viewed her nakedness. She was a beauty. He climbed onto the bed and sat between her spread legs.
He could see the lips of her pussy separated, exposing the soft, flesh of her hole. Marty thought she had a pretty one.
He sat staring at her for a long time, not touching her, not speaking. She felt her fear mounting, wondering what he would do, but she lay quiet, breathing shallow breaths.
Slowly, Marty began running the tip of his finger over her shin bone. Gently, he let it slide up to her knee, then down again. When his hand reached her foot, he touched her toes softly.
She was confused. She was fearful he might turn violent and hurt her, or even make her bleed, but she couldn't ask. She didn't want to risk upsetting him and pushing him over the edge.
Marty stroked the inside of her thigh. He tenderly rubbed his palm over her skin and brought it up close to her pussy, but didn't touch it.
"You've got a real pretty thigh, girl, a real pretty one. I don't think I've ever touched skin as soft as yours."
She looked at him. Was he for real?
Next he touched his finger tips to Sheelah's hips. He let them glide over her hips then back across her pubes. His face seemed calm and serene, but Sheelah feared the worst. What was he planning?
She imagined he might punch her, or perhaps fuck her with some hard, rough object. She was growing more fearful as Marty continued his gentle stroking.
Sheelah's hips lay motionless as Marty pressed his warm open palms to them. He smoothed over them, pressing against her skin and rubbing her lovingly. She didn't flinch when he shifted his weight and lowered his face. He lay his head to her pubes and gently stroked her hips. Marty breathed in her scent.
His manly face inhaled deeply, then held her aroma in as long as he could, before breathing out. His palms rubbed over her thighs, then back up to her hips and over her stomach.
Sheelah felt the tension rising. He was too calm, too gentle. "He must be planning to catch me off guard." she thought. What did he want? Sheelah lay still feeling the soothing touch of Marty's gentle hands and she fought to hold back the powerful suggestion of relaxation he was giving her.
She tried to keep herself ready for his attack, but the longer Marty stroked her, the more difficult it became.
Her eyes closed. She didn't trust him, but found comfort in his touch. He began licking her belly button. Sheelah couldn't believe it. Marty's tongue was gliding over her stomach and he pressed his lips to her, kissing as he went along. His hands reached up to her breasts and tenderly cupped them, while his mouth climbed upward kissing her torso.
Her breathing had calmed. His gentleness was unexpected and she found it breathtaking. Marty inched his way upward until he lay on her, his head to her breasts. His tongue made small circular motions around her hard nipples, and his hands cupped the soft flesh, drawing her breasts together.
Marty licked them. His mouth feasting on the mounds of smooth skin, and he rubbed his face to them, feeling their warmth. Soon, he was kissing her neck. Her head turned giving him room to nestle in and she gasped softly as his tongue entered her ear. He gently licked the outer rim of it and made tingles run the length of her spine.
Next, he inched further upward to her face and let his tongue brush against her closed lips. His hands supported his weight over her as he moved his lips to her cheek. Marty tenderly kissed it, lingering before moving to her forehead.
He kissed her face over and over again, and she held her head still feeling his full wet lips touch her eye lids. Marty's eyes were open, and Sheelah looked into them. They were shiny and green, like rain soaked forest moss. They pierced through hers looking deeper into her soul than any eyes had ever looked.
She watched his long, dark lashes close slowly over his eyes and he pressed his lips to hers, touching them with delicate care. Their mouths barely touched and she felt electric excitement shooting through her veins making her shiver with anticipation.
He placed his mouth to hers. She relaxed. She let her lips part. Marty gently swirled his tongue inside and Sheelah opened wider letting him kiss her deeply. She was responding to his tenderness. His gentle manner and sensual moves. Sheelah's fear's began to subside as Marty continued kissing her mouth.
He let his hands brush over her breasts then travel to her hips. He put his finger to her pussy and let just the tip touch her opening. Sheelah was wet. Her sweet, creamy juices had begun to flow as Marty softly stimulated every inch of her feminine body.
The wetness between her legs increased, and Marty dipped a finger inside, letting the juices cover his hand. He slowly pulled it out then put his hand to his mouth, licking the sweet offering of Sheelah's virgin trust.
His eyes closed as he licked his fingers and she watched him become intensely aroused. His breathing was soft, but labored, and his face flush. Marty's demeanor wasn't lustful, and Sheelah became confused by his look. His face was peaceful, calm, serene. His body moved over hers like a swan glides over water.
His body and full weight were light on her and she was experiencing something she had never felt before. Marty brought his hand back between Sheelah's legs. His eyes fixed on hers then he guided his cock to her pussy. He rubbed the throbbing knob of his massive dick over Sheelah's wet hole, lubricating it, then he gently, tenderly, slowly, slipped the cockhead inside.
It glided up easily. It was smooth, like wet hand cream, and Sheelah gave the tiniest moan. She let her muscles relax and feel the gentle soft tip of his rod poke her opening.
He continued to peer into her eyes with a warm, tender gaze. She felt herself gazing back, completely relaxed and fearless. For the first time, she felt safe. He was forcing her feel gentleness. He was forcing her to experience sensual love, tender caring, and titillating desire.
She felt his long, thick pulsing shaft slide up into her pussy. It slipped all the way in, slowly, gently, then she felt him draw it out the same way.
She watched his eyes. They were telling her something she had not expected. They were looking into hers with love, and when she looked back, her message was as his. Her arms ached to hold him. She wanted to feel his back and experience the strength of his masculine arms. Sheelah had succumbed to his soft, gentle manliness. Her fear had turned to trust, and her anger to love.
He continued sliding his cock into Sheelah's pussy. He kept his eyes to hers, pumping slowly, evenly into her hole. He sensed she was ready, and he took one arm from the mattress and reached over to the night table. He kept his eyes to hers not looking away for an instant. His dick slithered in and out not missing a beat as his hand fumbled inside the night table drawer.
When his hand drew back from the drawer he was holding a knife. Its blade was sharp and long and the morning sun reflected off the steel blade, casting a quick glare to Sheelah's eyes. In the split second it took her mind to send the message of terror, Marty had reached up and slashed the nylon stocking tieing her left arm. As Sheelah's heart skipped a beat, he cut the right tie. Her arms were free and she quickly stretched them up and then wrapped them around Marty.
"God, Marty, that was great." she said. His dick still humping inside her cunt gently, steadily.
"I love you, Sheelah." he said.
"I love you too, Marty, I think I do anyway."
"Don't you know, I mean can't you feel it, Sheelah?"
"I think so, but for me to be sure I'll need to handcuff you once more just to see."
"That's ridiculous."
"Hey," she shouted, pushing him off. "You don't call me ridiculous, you got that? I'm many things, sure, but not that."
"Calm down, Sheelah, calm...."
"And don't tell me to calm down either!"
Marty smiled. He knew what was coming. Sheelah was changing on him again. He grinned at the girl then waited for her next move.
"Let me take you out to dinner." she said.
"Okay, where?"
"Anywhere you want to go. Whatever Sheelah wants is fine with me."
"But I thought you didn't have money, Marty?" She heard him say he was broke. How much could he have with the sort of job he had?
"I have plenty of money, Sheelah, see." Marty took out his wallet and showed her a wad big enough to choke a horse. She couldn't imagine where he would get such a roll and was afraid to ask, but Sheelah wanted to be sure Marty wasn't spending money that wasn't his.
"Marty, where did you get that?"
"I earned it." he said, proudly.
"Where?"
"Working."
"At the store?" Sheelah questioned. She knew Marty couldn't make more than minimum wage. "Sure, at the store."
"How much do you make, Marty?" Sheelah asked, curiosity mounting.
"It pays me four dollars an hour." Marty said. "But after taxes I make about a hundred and thirty dollars every week."
Sheelah made six times that and still had to pinch pennies. She couldn't imagine anyone getting by on such a meager amount, but then it occurred to her, Marty must deal drugs, either that or he didn't go out, didn't drink. He didn't have much to spend his money on and if he saved most of it, he just might have some put away.
"I'm not prying or anything Marty, but just out of curiosity, how much money do you have." she asked.
"Well, there's about sixteen hundred here." he said, innocently. "Is that what you wanted to know, or were you asking how much money I have everywhere else?"
"I guess everywhere else." Sheelah smiled.
Marty thought about the question for a minute then asked if she wanted to know because she wanted his money and when Sheelah told him absolutely not, he believed her.
"My father said all women want money or sex. I'm glad you just want sex." he smiled.
"Marty! That's not true." Sheelah said. She was annoyed that he would say such a thing.
"I don't want your money or sex."
"But, you told me you wanted to make love, Sheelah."
"Yes, well, I do, but that's not the same thing."
"Why not?"
"It just isn't, that's all, damn, Marty. If sex was all I wanted I could get that anywhere. I told you I wanted to make love with you because I like you very much, Marty."
"Well, okay, I'll tell you then." Marty said. He told Sheelah that he'd been working at the store for years, ever since he turned sixteen. He'd saved his checks every week for all that time, except every Christmas when he spent a little for gifts. Between the money he'd put away and the interest he'd earned, he was boasting a bank account holding more than one hundred fifty thousand dollars.
Sheelah's face turned white. She couldn't imagine him having that kind of money, but Marty proved it by letting her see his bank book.
"Does anyone else know about this?" she asked.
"No, not a soul. Everyone thinks I spend my money, but I don't. They think I buy toys."
"Why, do you have a lot of them?" Sheelah figured he must have for people to think that's where one hundred fifty grand was going.
"Oh, sure, I've got tons of them. I get them from Williard's and Sham, but some people give them to me. I always get one of every one he sells."
"How, you don't steal them?"
"Stealing isn't legal, Sheelah." Marty said. "I buy some at yard sales and library sales. I've got the whole collection of Sherlock Holmes murder mysteries and I only gave three dollars for them."
"That's amazing." Sheelah said, with a warm grin. She knew-he was joking around, acting the fool.
"I never allow myself to spend more than ten dollars on toys in a months time, but at twenty five cents a toy I can get forty of them. I don't always find that many, but sometimes I do."
"Do you play with all of them?" Sheelah was impressed. She'd never known anyone who had forty toys before, and the way Marty was talking, that was a months haul for him.
"Sure, I do. I've played with every one of them." Marty said. He didn't think that unusual. He thought everyone did that at night. Some people worked nights but they must play during the daytime, that way his reasoning.
"Why would I lie about something like that? We have to get off this corner now." Marty said.
"Why?"
"It has a bus bench on it."
"So?"
"Well, if the driver comes and we don't get on, he'll be pissed that he had to stop." Marty explained.
"Let's get on it then, Marty. Let's take a bus all the way across town and back."
"What for?"
"Just because. Let's just ride around until we see a place we want to stop."
When the bus came they boarded. Sheelah paid the fare. She wanted to put his mind at ease about wanting his money. They rode for miles looking at all the lights and decorations in the store windows, then got off to have dinner. Marty was a gentleman all through the evening. He was considerate and kind, loving and funny.
Sheelah liked him more and more and when they decided to take in a movie, she kissed him as soon as the house lights went dark. Marty kissed back this time controlling him passion. If Sheelah wanted to make love with him, that must mean his dream to marry her was becoming a reality. He lost his nervousness somewhat and was better able to respond without mauling her.
They watched a sex film. It wasn't a good one, but they both were intrigued with it. The leading man was a shoe repair man living alone. He kept his shop in the rear of his home and worked late at night fixing shoes. One night a young girl came to the shop wanting her heel repaired and when the man let her inside, she laughed at him.
The man grabbed the young girl then locked the door. He put a gag on her so her screams couldn't be heard then he carried her to the back room. His cobblers bench was long and made of oak. The man cleared it by using his arm and knocking everything to the floor. He hoisted the young girl up to the wooden table then tied her hands and feet with rope. She squirmed and twisted trying to break free, but to no avail.
After pulling all the shades in the shop, the man came to the table and looked at the girl. She was young and lovely, not unlike Sheelah, and he unbuttoned her blouse letting her breasts fall free. Next he pulled off her skirt and panties leaving her completely nude and vulnerable.
The young girl acted afraid but Sheelah and Marty could easily see it was an act. She needed three or four more years of acting school to convince the audience, but they figured there was no harm in using imagination.
The man stood along side of the young naked girls body and grinned devilishly. He touched her nipples with his fingers then let them travel the length of her body all the way to her toes. He was teasing the girl, poking and probing her curves before using a more stimulating method of fondling.
The camera gave Sheelah and Marty a close up of the girls pussy slit. It zoomed in close showing the pink folds of skin surrounding her hole and Sheelah looked over at Marty for his reaction. He was leaning forward in the seat taking in every detail and she smiled at him deciding not to disturb his enjoyment.
The shoe repair man slipped his finger up her pussy, pushing it all the way in, and she squirmed on it trying to get him away, but the more she wiggled, the faster his finger darted in and out. He wanted to finger her cunt until it flowed wet with juice.
After the man managed to get the girl's cunt running, he went around and inched between her spread thighs. The camera had to shoot from overhead to catch the shot. It showed the long tongue slipping in and out of the girls pussy and he was lapping up her cunt cream as quickly as she dribbled it.
His face wasn't touching the girls body, just his unusually long tongue, and after several minutes watching him lick her snatch, the camera moved around under the table showing the man's stiff cock. He was masturbating himself while he sucked her slit clean and getting it ready to fuck the pretty maiden until she fainted from the pain.
Sheelah winced seeing the size of his schlong, but all men in sex movies had unusually large cocks. John Holmes sported a fourteen inch cock and this guys made his look dwarfed. He held the thick meat up then backed his face away from the young girls wet slit. His eyes were shining with lust as he stood on a stool to line up the throbbing cockmeat with her pussy.
It was, of course, a perfect match, and when he rammed it to her, the girls ass lifted off the table. The man slipped his hands under her ass cheeks raising her onto his dick. He fucked her cunt so fast the camera had to back off to keep from getting a blurred shot. Sheelah's own pussy started to twinge at the thought of taking a cock that size. She could almost feel the pain it would induce and as Marty looked over at her, she was engrossed in the picture. He figured she must be enjoying it and opted not to disturb her.
The man violated the girl in every imaginable way. He fucked her throat then took her virgin ass-hole. He even drove a thick hammer handle up her cunt and made her dizzy with pain. He worked the girl over with every ounce of strength he had and when his huge cock finally shot it's load, Sheelah watched with amazement.
The camera man pulled in close as the massive cock squirted cum. The man held it over the girls mouth and let the spray squirt from his piss hole so that the camera caught every blast. His dick pulsated like a fire hose filling with water and the slit in his knob opened like the mouth of a volcano. Hot lather flowed from it, streaming out the slit past the girls face then onto the floor.
It was firing fast, one stream after the other and as the man realized he was missing the girl, he stood up on the stool and pointed his cock downward. The girl opened her mouth and took in the jism. It was hot and thick and she swallowed every drop she could get. The man bled his cock for her, milking the hot cum up the shaft and into her eager lips.
She wanted it and he gave it to her. Next, he went around to the girls cunt and lapped it a few times licking up her sweet excitement. Marty loved seeing that part. He longed to taste Sheelah's cunt the same way.
The shoe repair man took out three rubber dongs from under the work bench. Sheelah felt embarrassed seeing them because they were just like hers. She kept a supply of rubber cocks on hand for all the lonely nights she spent watching old movies.
The man used the biggest dildo in the girls pussy. The camera came in for the close up and the entire screen was filled with the shot of her wide spread pussy lips and gushing cunt slit. He shoved the dick in until it sank all the way to the fake rubber balls.
The huge veins on the thing rubbed to her clit and the girl, shaken at first, began humping her pussy onto it like a wild animal. She was hungry for a fuck and the man used his fake thick cock to give her what she needed.
Next, he pulled out another dong and slid it up her ass. She wailed out when it penetrated but the rag tied around her mouth didn't let the scream be heard. It was a muffled sound, like air pressing against the side of a rubber tube.
8
The Camera showed how the man alternated dongs in her holes. First, he'd let the big cock thrust all the way up her cunt and as it came out, the one in her ass went deep.
He was showing it in slow motion for the audience and Marty was completely absorbed with the action. His cock swelled to full size and Sheelah noticed him squirming in the seat trying to get comfortable.
She couldn't fault Marty for getting aroused. Her own slit felt like it was draining from her canal into her panties and when she reached under her dress for a quick feel, discovered she was right. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet.
Sheelah thought she'd give Marty a thrill. She reached over and took his hand guiding it up her dress to the wet place. Marty's eyes got big when he felt her thigh and bigger yet when he felt her wetness but when Sheelah pulled aside her panties and let him dip a finger to her pussy, Marty's eyes almost came out of their sockets.
He fingered her slit in the movie theater with passion. Sliding it up and down, in and out, in and out, until his hand was drenched from her cunt juices.
Sheelah slumped forward letting her hips come to the edge of the chair and Marty was able to go deeper. He finger fucked her pussy deeply and Sheelah wondered if his cock was as large as his hands were big. She'd heard you could tell the size of a man's dick by the size of his hands. If there was any truth to it at all, Sheelah was in for a dick about as huge as the shoe repairman's on the screen.
Marty looked into Sheelah's eyes as if to say, please, I need you, and she looked back with the same message. He slipped from his chair and tried to squeeze in front of her but there wasn't room. She made him get back in his seat and finger her some more.
Marty's cock was screaming to get out of his pants. It was pressed so tightly against the fabric his blood supply was choking off. Sheelah reached over and let the thing free.
She unzipped his pants and pulled it through the slit in his jockey shorts. When Marty's dick came out it stretched halfway up his abdomen. She couldn't believe the size of it.
He looked at her again this time saying, please, let me fuck you now, an Sheelah couldn't deny him. She got up from her chair and sat in Marty's lap putting her sopping wet hole around the throbbing rod then slowly lowered herself onto it as if impaling herself on a long sword.
The chills running through Marty's body were electric. This was the first time in his life he'd fucked a pussy and it was better that he ever imagined. The slick wet walls of her cunt enveloped his cock and the smoothness of it made him wince with passion.
She took him in as far as she could and Marty closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake his body. She slowly pumped up and down on Marty's cock and the more she did, the more difficult his breathing became. He huffed air from his nostrils like a bull and he clenched his teeth together, grinding them into one another.
As Marty's passion rose, so did Sheelah's, and soon she was humping her cunt over his cock like a woman possessed. The men in the seats around them were watching them fuck, but Sheelah didn't care. She wanted Marty's hard long cock as deep up her pussy as it would go and nothing was going to keep her from bringing him off or being brought off.
His balls started to draw tight. Marty could feel the excitement in his bones and he moved his hips up and down meeting Sheelah's strokes. He was fucking cunt. Really getting a piece of it and it felt better than good. He put his hands to Sheelah's hips under her dress then pulled her down on his cockmeat.
She let him, even helped, and as Marty felt the cum in his balls begin to well he pulled faster letting his body relax and the hot lather from his dick make its way out the shaft and up Sheelah's deep sucking cunt.
When Sheelah saw Marty cumming she continued humping her pussy onto his dick. She rubbed the thick veins of his shaft over and over her clit pulling the foreskin up and down until she climaxed on it.
It took her longer to bring herself off but Marty held fast letting her finish. The men next to Marty watched as his Sheelah came off and they all had their cocks in hand masturbating as she went over the top.
"Everybody's looking at us, Sheelah." Marty said, noticing it.
"Where?" she asked turning around. There they were, men surrounding them on all sides and Sheelah felt awful. She was embarrassed beyond imagination until Marty asked her if it was good. She told him the best and when the men around them cheered, she smiled.
"I'd like to marry you, Sheelah." Marty said. He just knew this was the perfect time to solidify their relationship, but Sheelah went cold with the words and climbed off his cock. Her pussy dripped cum all over his slacks as she tried to get back to her seat and Marty wondered why she was acting so
"Is everything alright?" he asked. "No, Marty."
"What's the matter."
"Let's just get out of here."
"Why, Sheelah?"
"Just come on." She got up and ran up the aisle then out to the street. Marty tucked his spent cock in then followed.
"Sheelah, wait up." he yelled. She stopped for him and turned around.
"Why did you have to spoil everything?" she
"How? What did I do?" Marty was confused. He didn't understand what was wrong.
"Why did you say that."
"What, ask you to marry me."
"Yes, dammit!"
"I love you, Sheelah, that's why. I've loved you from the beginning."
"Oh, please, Marty. We've know each other for hours, what beginning?" Sheelah ran down the street with Marty chasing her and when she wasn't able to run any further, she stopped.
"Everything was so good, Marty. Why did you ruin it? I won't marry you, Marty, damn you. Why did you say that?"
Marty didn't understand. He thought she wanted the same as he. He thought Sheelah loved him, why else would she want to fuck him that way? He didn't try to keep up with her when she started running again. He just let her go.
Sheelah ran all the way to the bus stop then sat on the bench. She was confused and hurt. Marty made a mockery of her in front of everyone. He let her make a fool of herself by fucking him in front of complete strangers then he joked about it by suggesting they marry. Any girl who fucks in a movie theater isn't the marrying kind, she reasoned.
Why did he insult her that way? Sheelah reasoned she had it coming. If she would stoop so low as to lose her control that way, he had a right to make fun of her.
The bus dropped them off three blocks from the town store and they walked toward home. She was anxious to get Marty home. She felt terrible for losing control, but had plans to recapture his attentions once they reached the farm.
"Please, I promise I won't yell at you again, or say unkind things to you, but I just need to speak with you. Please come inside and we can talk." Marty said, opening the farm door.
"We can talk right here." she said.
"Please, Sheelah, not out here where people will hear. I must tell you something. The porch isn't the place." He was pleading, as if some horrible secret would be exposed on the porch and their relationship would be ruined.
She could see the earnest expression in his eyes, a man desperate to make things right, and because it was him, and because Sheelah wasn't the sort to turn people out, she agreed to talk inside. She stepped into the house and Marty locked the door.
"I want to tell you about my son." he started. He looked tired. Weary was a better was to describe him. His face looked ragged, like he'd just finished battling a wind storm.
"Son?" Sheelah said. "I must say, Mr. Stump, you get around, don't you?"
"I realize you don't approve of me, but just listen to what I have to say, okay?"
"Yes, and that's why you should listen to what I have to say." she said, taking a chair. She sat across from Marty, close enough to touch his knees if she took the notion. Sheelah sipped a coke and let him continue.
"Carl is a special boy, Sheelah, he's not like other children."
"I guess so, Marty, he's your boy, right?"
"He's different." he said, looking at her. She wondered what the point was. She realized Marty thought his son special, he didn't have to tell her that.
"What is it you want me to know, Marty?"
"Let me finish." he snapped. Sheelah watched him struggle to gain composure. He was like an explosive ready to ignite and she backed off letting him speak. The very last thing she wanted was a scene.
"I want you to be the boy's mother."
Sheelah heard enough. It was one thing to say the kid was different, even slow, but to pawn him off on her, that was another thing. She had to interrupt.
"Marty, what are you trying to say?" she asked, abruptly. "Are you telling me to stay turned for the future, that we'll all live together as one big happy family?"
"First of all, he probably won't want to see me again after leaving his mother."
"He's like a young animal, you know what I'm saying, don't you?"
"To be honest, no I don't. I'm as wonderful to you as I know how to be, Marty, but I'm also an animal, is that what you mean?"
"You fucked my father." Marty said, with rage filled eyes.
"No, I didn't, and what if I had, what business would that be of yours. You know, this conversation is silly. I don't have to answer to you. Neither do I have to take your crap."
Sheelah attempted to get up, but Marty wouldn't allow it. He stood and pushed her back down in the chair then grabbed her hair to make her sit still.
"I saw what you did, Sheelah. I was there in the movie that night. You fucked my dad in the movie, just like you did to me tonight. Girls like you go around teasing old men with your charms then you fuck their boys, leaving the old man out in the cold. I have a cure for your kind."
"Let me go, you fool. What's gotten into you?" Sheelah yelled. She wanted to run but he had such a grip on her hair she wasn't able. He would have pulled it out by the roots had she attempted to move.
"My dad thinks he can come in here and steal my lady, but I won't let him. It was fine when I was younger. Then it wasn't a problem, but now, now it's different. I didn't have to fight for my ladies, but now. He's a man who takes from me. Dad never had proper respect for his son, sheelah. That's wrong not to show proper respect. He can't take you, I won't allow that."
"What in hell are you talking about?" Sheelah asked, squirming from the pain in having her hair tugged. She became fearful of him. His eyes glassed over and he wasn't making sense.
"Us, Sheelah, us. I've had my eye on you. I've been courting you all these months and dad won't take you from me."
"You're nuts, you know that?" Sheelah yelled.
"Keep your voice down, lady." Marty said, pulling a rag out of his pocket then stuffing it into her mouth. He forced her to stand up. He made her climb up on the butcher block top and lay down.
Sheelah didn't know what to do. If she tried to run the man would hurt her badly, but if she did as he said, it might be worse. As she got up on the block, she kicked him in the stomach then made a wild dash for the back door. It was locked tight and before she had the chance to get away he had grabbed her by the hair.
"No, no, no." he mocked. "You won't get away from me that easily. I have to teach you a lesson, lady. I have to make you understand that you don't fuck with my dad." He slammed Sheelah's body against the door then bent her arms behind her and pulled up, but Sheelah caught on. Marty wanted her to fight back. He was hurting her. She had to make her move or he'd break her arms.
Sheelah swung around and slugged Marty, her fist catching his nose, and when he grabbed it she shoved him back against the wall.
"Up!" she yelled, forcing him on the block table top. This time she looped rope around his legs and tied them down. She pulled on them hard until his thighs were spread wide, then she wrapped the rope around the table legs.
"You won't get away from me, Marty, not now." her eyes stared at his body. It was as if she could see through him and when she secured his arms, Marty panicked. He began thrashing trying to break free but she had tied him so securely he wasn't able to move more than half and inch in any direction.
"No use, Marty, baby. You may as well give up." she said. "I'm going to teach you about women like me and why you shouldn't fuck with us." she said.
She pulled her chair close to the butcher block then had a seat. She wiped her brow then slipped the hanky back in his pocket.
Marty watched her every move. What would she do, he thought. Has she gone mad? He listened as she explained more about his dad. He could see the lust in her eyes, the hatred for the man. He imagined that her mind believed his dad was trying to take his girlfriend away and she would punish him for letting it happen.
"He doesn't need me the way you do, Marty. You have needs too, right? You love Sheelah, right?"
"Takes off my pants and lay on the floor with me, I want you to. I'll show you what I want, baby. I know what you need too." he said.
"He makes noise like a bull, Marty, do you?"
"Animal killing prey." he said.
"Your dad, he's a big man, Marty. Ten inches of dick meat. What about that, baby, do you have that much?"
"You think he's big, Sheelah. I'm bigger." She didn't respond. She just grinned at Marty and laughed.
"Let me prove what I say." he said. She undid his pants then slipped them off. Next, his boxer shorts came down, and Sheelah felt sorry for him. He sported a cock half the size of his dad's, but in his mind he was bigger.
"You see that dick, lady." he said, telling her to look. She lifted the limp shaft then bobbing it up and down.
"This is a family inheritance, that's what this is. My dad, he got his cock from my grandfather, you can see that, can't you Sheelah." he said.
Sheelah, again, didn't respond, but this time she slapped his mouth.
"Say!" she demanded.
"I want to see your pussy." he said, reaching up trying to slip Sheelah's panties down. She straddled him, her legs were so wide apart they only came to mid-thigh, and when she took the butcher knife and sliced them off her body, Marty winced.
She was reckless with the thing and he was afraid she'd cut her legs. She lifted his cock exposing his balls then she swung the knife toward them and Marty closed his eyes in fear.
She got between his legs for a closer look and as her breath got closer and closer to his balls, Marty began crying. What would she do? He was frantic with sexual excitement.
"Look at this." she said smiling devilishly. Her eyes fixed to his dick and her face lit up like a lamp. She was gawking at his cock and balls and rubbing his cock at the same time. He wanted to lick her, but he held offshowing the urge.
Her finger poked at Marty's hole. She flipped the skin back and forth watching her finger go inside and Marty squirmed with lust. He wanted her more than ever now. He wanted to feel her lashing temper sweep over him and jack him off, then feel her pointed tongue inside his ass.
She touched his opening, as if she could have kept her finger out if he'd wanted her to. She teased him, making him use the muscles then she lowered her face and did the same with her tongue.
Marty was spread wide. He wasn't able to budge an inch and when she licked his ass with the tip of her tongue, he flinched and clamped down.
"You can't stop me, why try? Here, you squeeze down on my finger as hard as you can and let's just see how much you can prevent." she forced her middle finger up his ass and it dragged against the dry walls until her finger went deep enough to find lubrication from his glands and when her finger ran through the slime, she became angry.
"You slut!" she yelled, jabbing his cock hard with her hand. "You like a cunt, mister, I'll show you what fucking sluts like you should have."
She ran across the room and took out her box full of rubber goods. Marty was anxious to have it all. Her whips and rubber dicks. He wanted every thing Sheelah could dish out.
"A slut like you will take meat, Marty. You like the dildo too, don't you?"
She was out of control. She yanked out the thick rubber cock tube and drove it up his ass then used both hands to hump it in and out. Her tongue sank deep up his piss slit and she bit the tender flesh of his cock knob as she tongue fucked the slit.
"Let me." she said, "Let me have you, Marty. I love you so much and I want to share every inch of your body."
Sheelah's heart soared. She realized it was all an act he put on to get her going. She cut the ropes holding his legs and arms then turned the knife on him.
"You sick man!" she screamed. "Is this what you do at night?" she said. "You teach girls lessons?"
"Sheelah, please. It's for our pleasure I have to do it. They are bad girls, not like you. You are the best."
"Sheelah isn't bad, she's wonderful. Get up, you fool." she said. Marty jumped down from the block and stayed behind her. He kept away from her, hiding behind the shelter of her body.
"What are you going to do?" Marty asked, pleading with Sheelah.
"I won't hurt you. If I do, you'll go home and I want you to stay."
"You love me, right?"
"I do, yes, but love isn't sweet the way you've made it out to be, Marty. Love is passion, violence and blood. Come, I'll prove it to you." Sheelah said. She led Marty up the stair top the bedroom.
When the door opened, Marty was shocked to see the man tied on the bed. He'd been there a long time, judging by the marks on his wrists.
"Who is this?" he said.
"My lover, that's who."
"But, I thought we were lovers, Sheelah?"
"We are, but not like him and me, isn't that right?"
"I don't understand."
"Lay down, Marty, I'll explain it to you."
Sheelah pushed him toward the bed and when he was on it she told him to strip and lay down. She handcuffed him to the bed then stepped back to view her catch.
Sheelah had two sex slaves now. One to work over while the other rested. She was ready to spend the day breaking them in.
