OPAL PILGRIM WAS RELAXING OVER A GIMLET when she heard Clint Arco's pickup rattle to a stop in front of the beach house. The Junoesque, night-haired and beautiful woman betrayed annoyance for a brief moment or two, and wondered what the bully of Mermaid Island wanted from her at this early time of the morning. A pulse-beat later annoyance faded, and her breath quickened to stir the large and pointed breasts that punched against her ice blue blouse. Maybe, maybe Clint was bringing word about the bastard who had killed her son and turned him into a name on a tombstone.
Clint Arco's knuckles rattled the front door and Opal called, "Try the fucking knob; its unlocked!"
Opal turned toward the gorilla-sized and gorilla faced Clint as he lumbered into the Florida room, and placed the view of the Gulf of Mexico at her back. She studied him over the lip of her glass and felt her skin do a slow crawl. She hated this ugly giant, but she feared him even more, and it was the latter that prompted her to smile and say, "Can I fix you a drink, Clint?"
Arco shook his bald head and devoured Opal with his shoe button eyes. Opal shivered inwardly and wished she had slipped into a loose sweatshirt and baggy pants this morning, instead of the ice blue blouse that clung to her gigantic breasts, and the white stretch shorts that betrayed every curve they covered, including the gentle swell of her cunt. She sighed as her eyes dropped to the crotch of his faded blue jeans. No use. Clint had seen enough of her to come up with the beginning of an erection, and when it got hard all the way... he would force her to soften it for him.
"Did the tourist boat come in from the mainland?" Opal asked, hoping to distract his eyes from her tits.
Arco edged closer. "It came fifteen minutes ago. That's why I'm here, Opal. This boat load had the shipment you were expecting."
Opal's breath caught in her throat. So Gil Flannery finally made it to Mermaid Island. This meant that the anonymous invitation she had sent him had worked.
"Where is he?"
"The Pirate Inn. I waited until he checked in, and then I beat it over here." Arco lifted his hands and palmed her breasts. "When are you going to kill him?"
Opal made no move to brush his hands away from her breasts, for a moment after he touched them, she felt her sleeping nipples awaken with the beginning of desire. She hated Arco, but in the same breath she loved the touch of his hands on her tits... and the feel of his long, fat cock as it gushed hot come into one of her orifices.
"Who said anything about killing him, Clint?"
Arco smiled without humor and loosened the buttons on her blouse before he answered. "Honey mentioned something about it."
Opal watched her bra-covered breasts come into view, then lifted her eyes and brought them to rest on Arco's ugly face. She smiled thinly. "We both know you're full of shit, don't we? Honey couldn't have told you what I have in mind for Gil Flannery, because I never mentioned it to her."
"Maybe not, but that jailbait daughter of yours has a mind of her own, not to mention a strong urge to kill the cop who gave her twin brother a ride in a hearse." He slipped the ice blue blouse from Opal's smooth shoulders and helped her out of it. "Honey might beat you to Flannery."
Opal shook her head. "Honey values her tight little ass too much to go against my wishes."
Arco stared at her. "Then you really aren't going to kill him?"
"Not yet. Not until I tarnish his badge so he can die in shame... the way my son died."
"What can I do to help?"
"I'll let you know. Meanwhile, keep an eye on Honey and Flannery for me, okay?"
"Sure, but not until after you drain the juice from my cock."
Opal checked the urge to slap Arco's face and order him out of the house. The man talked to and treated her like a two-bit whore, and she resented it, but fear put a leash on her temper and brought the same empty smile to her lips.
"Finish undressing me first," she said as she dropped her hand to his crotch and gave his cloth covered cock a quick and violent squeeze that made him wince.
"Hot, aren't you?" Arco rasped as he ripped the half-bra from her body and tumbled her ripe breasts into nakedness. "Can't wait to get at my cock, can you?"
Opal stood still and made no answer.
Arco tossed her torn bra aside and clawed at the zipper on the back of her shorts. The zipper whispered like a desperate whore with a sore throat, and a heartbeat later the shorts were down around her shapely ankles, then all the way off.
Arco looked up at her and grinned.
"You just saved yourself the price of a new pair of panties by not wearing any today, Opal."
Opal believed him. Arco had a thing when it came to disrobing women, and this thing was to make like a rapist by tearing at clothing until the woman in question was naked, the way she was now.
Arco was still on his knees, and now he stared at the hairy triangle that covered Opal's pussy and licked his pink plastic lips. "Looks good enough to eat, babe." He always said that, but he never did.
"Why don't you go down on me?" Opal taunted. "A good load of kitty milk might do wonders for that mean disposition of yours."
Arco laughed and stood up to do a fast strip of his own, and when he was naked he shook his long, fat whang at Opal and said, "The only eating that'll be done around here will be done by you, babe. Get on your knees."
The stinking bastard, Opal thought as she assumed a kneeling position before the hairy ape and prepared to receive his penis between her lips, he enjoys humiliating me.
"Here," Arco said as he offered her his stiff penis. "Here's something for you to chew on."
Don't hesitate, Opal told herself as she hooked a finger around the base of Arco's awesome cock and nuzzled the swollen head of it against her blood red lips. Suck him off so he'll be satisfied enough to get the hell out of here and leave me alone.
"What are you waiting for, babe? An engraved invitation to play a sex solo on my skin flute?"
Opal swallowed her anger, then stretched her jaws and swallowed the knob of his penis. She felt Arco shiver as she tightened her lips over the knob and raked the underside of it with the tip of her tongue, nipped at it with her teeth.
"Hot damn," Arco rasped as he gripped Opal's shell-like ears and rammed the entire length of his cock down her throat, "when you do that my hormones start wrestling each other."
Opal made a small gagging sound the moment he filled her mouth and throat with cock, but a whisper later she cupped his scrotum and went to work on him with all the expertness at her command. She sucked, slowly at first, and then her lips tightened and the speed of her bobbing head increased as she attempted to blow him into the smithereens of ecstasy.
"Faster, babe, faster," Arco moaned as he dug his fingernails into her ears and matched her thrust for thrust. "Eat my cock, eat my cock! Yes, yes, like that! Ahhhhh... " Opal barely had the head of his penis in her mouth when Arco blew his nuts, and now she gave his balls a quick squeeze and tightened her lips around his cock to keep from losing any of his jism. She closed her eyes the moment he started squirting, for semen always tasted more delicious whenever she couldn't see the source of it, and now she was busy swallowing... and having an orgasm of her own.
"Eat, baby, eat," Arco said thickly. "Go ahead. Let me hear you gulp your food. Good girl!"
Opal kept swallowing, until there was no more, and then she permitted Arco's softening flesh to slip from between her lips and started to stand up.
"Not yet, babe. Keep kneeling and lick my nuts until my dong gets hard again... so I can fuck you."
Opal put her lips and tongue to his scrotum until his penis came to attention again, and now Arco helped her up from the floor. She took his dick in her hand and waited for him to make his next move. She didn't have very long to wait.
"Ready for a good fuck?" Arco asked.
"Do I have a choice?"
"No."
"Then why bother to ask?"
Arco's lips curved in a sneer. "Because I like to see you squirm. You hate me and I know it, but I also know that you need me, and this makes the cheese of my lust more binding. But enough of his chit-chat; bend over and grab your ankles."
Opal's eyes widened with surprise. "You're going to fuck me from behind? Standing up?"
"You bet your sweet diaphragm I am. Right in that tight asshole of yours."
Opal swallowed hard. "Clint, don't. Please? I don't like to get screwed in the fanny. I can't stand the pain."
"You always say that, but once I get it all the way in you fall out of your tree and really give out with a wild fuck."
"Clint... " His shoe button eyes hardened. "Damn you, bend over before I lose my temper and shove it up your ass with one lunge!"
Opal glared at him. The lines around her mouth were tight and drawn. She hated him in silence for an eternity of seconds and made a silent vow to one day get her evens with him. Then, slowly, she turned her back to Arco and broke at the middle to grab her ankles. She knew without looking that her smooth white derriere presented a tempting target to the creep behind her, for he had been there before. She shuddered at the memory of the one time she had angered him, and the pain he had inflicted upon her anus for doing so. Now she gritted her teeth against more of the same pain and waited for his cock...
Arco moved into position behind her and grabbed her hips. His penis found its puckered target instinctively. Arco rubbed the head of his dick against her tense brown ring for a few moments before he said, "Wetting your brownie with my jism is a lot better than spitting on it, babe."
Opal hated him in silence. "Ready or not, here I come." She made no answer. Arco's fingernails bit into her hips. "And away we go!"
Opal made small animal sounds deep in her throat as Arco filled her ass with cock in one brutal lunge. She stood up on her tiptoes and tried to escape the daggers of pain that stabbed her anal canal and tortured every fiber in her vibrant body, but escape was out of the question, for a pulsebeat later Arco locked his arms around her slender waist and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of her fanny.
"Help me, damn you," Arco growled as he jammed a fat finger between the lips of Opal's pussy and poured it to her. "Grind those hips of yours and give me a good come. Grind, bitch, grind!" Opal did.
"Faster, bitch, faster!"
The initial pain passed and the balm of pleasure moved in to soothe her anus. The heat of passion gripped Opal's cunt, and now her hips went berserk and lifted Arco to new and greater heights of desire.
"Grind, bitch, grind!"
"Like this?" Opal panted as she matched him thrust for thrust and raced toward an orgasm of her own. "Like this, daddy?"
Arco nodded.
Arco kept pouring it to her. In and out, in and out. Opal went wild.
"Fuck me, Clint, fuck me. Harder. Yes, yes, like that! Ah, your fat cock feels delicious inside my ass. So very delicious. Like heaven on a stick. Go, daddy, go! Wheeee...!" A whisper later she hunched backward and took the entire length of his penis in her ass, and then she shuddered and creamed all over the squirming finger that filled her cunt.
"Ooooh!" she sighed.
Arco had a come of his own and rested his balls against her flesh while he did so. Opal almost had a second climax the moment his hot jism filled her anal canal, but just as he was about to give it to her, Arco withdrew from her anus and said, "I've had it, babe."
Opal released her ankles and straightened up. She turned to face him. His come ran out of her anus and trailed down the inner paths of her thighs. She made no move to wipe it away. It felt good.
"You were right about one thing," she said quietly. "Once the pain passes, there is nothing better than an asshole stuffed with dick."
Arco crammed his penis back inside his pants and zipped up. "I wouldn't know, but I will take your word for it, babe."
Opal stopped smiling, This son of a bitch couldn't resist giving her the needle of sarcasm, mainline. "If you're finished wiping your feet on me... "
"I'm finished, but not for good. I'll be back for more of your mouth and that nice tight ass of yours." He turned to leave, paused. "I almost forgot. I need some bread."
"I just gave you fifty dollars yesterday."
Arco shrugged. "If you can't spare it, I'll have to pay Gil Flannery a visit and see how much loot he's willing to shell out for the name of the person who sent him an invitation to his own funeral." He reached the door.
"Wait," Opal said. "I think I can come up with another fifty bucks."
"That's my girl."
She located her handbag and fished out a pair of twenties and a ten spot. "I'll expect a favor in return for this."
Arco pocketed the money, nodded. "I'll watch Gil Flannery like a hawk."
"And my daughter."
"And Honey."
"Keep her away from Flannery."
"Check."
A moment later the door closed behind him.
Opal waited until she heard him rattle away toward the village in his pickup before she built herself another gimlet and sat down on the Bahama lounge to do some thinking. She ignored the come that still oozed from her anus and sampled her drink. Then she flamed a Camel to life with a gold cigarette lighter and sucked smoke down into her lungs. She sent a pale ribbon of smoke toward the ceiling and thought - Flannery. I wonder if I can keep from killing that badge-toting mammy-jammer before I break him? I hope so. I want to see him crawl on his belly like a snake before I wipe him off the face of this earth.
Flannery...
The back screen door opened, then snapped like a mousetrap that missed its prey, and a few seconds later Opal's teenaged daughter walked into the room. Opal made no move to cover her nakedness. She smiled at the miniature, apricot blond whose male replica had been killed during an attempted holdup by Gil Flannery, and felt the urge to destroy the cop become stronger and stronger... for turning the son who had also been her lover into a corpse.
Honey Pilgrim smiled at her mother's still-jutting nipples and said, "I thought I heard Clint Arco's pickup cut out when I walked in from the Gulf." Her black eyes danced with amusement. "Did you get him to eat your pussy this time, or did he let you have a meal on him?"
Opal came to her feet and pointed to the wet spot Arco's come running out of her anus had created on the lounge. "Does that answer your question, Honey?"
Honey's dark eyes kept twinkling. "No blow job?"
"Ha! When did you ever hear of Clint Arco passing up the opportunity to ram that big cock of his down a woman's throat? Especially mine. I swear, one of these days I'm going to castrate that mean son of a bitch!"
A slyness crept into Honey's voice. "Before or after you fix Gil Flannery's clock?"
Opal glared at the bikini clad doll who was the product of her womb, along with a brief assist from three sailors she had taken on at one time, in exchange for the price of a ticket to Mermaid Island.
"I thought you were on the beach, Honey?"
Honey plucked the cigarette from her mother's finger, took a drag, handed it back. "I was. I went there right after the tourist boat arrived."
"Then you saw Gil Flannery?"
Honey nodded. "The newspaper pictures didn't do him justice, Opal. He's the kind of guy who doesn't have to beg a girl to take off her panties and soften his cock; the girl begs him."
"Well, before you beg him to fuck you, just remember that he's the bastard who killed your twin brother."
Honey's bee stung lips tightened at their corners. "I'm not forgetting anything, Opal. Mickey was more than my twin brother, just as he was more than a son to you, and I'm equally anxious to get even with Flannery, but he's still a lot of man."
Opal smiled suddenly. "Describe him to me."
"Tall, wide-shouldered, sand-haired, tanned and one hair short of being homely. He's one of those lean-waisted bastards whose crotch bulges when he gets into a bathing suit so you won't have any difficulty noticing that he's hung like a mule."
"You've seen him in swim trunks already?"
Honey nodded. "Just for a minute. He hit the beach when I was coming home, and I cased him out as I walked past him."
"Was he alone?"
"Yes, but I don't think he'll be that way for very long. His type usually does all right."
"You keep repeating yourself, Honey." Opal smiled wickedly. "I think I'll take a stroll along the beach and see for myself."
Honey reached out and patted her mother's hairy vagina, then her breasts. "You going to the beach as Lady Godiva, without a horse?"
"I'll slip into something indecent," Opal said with a laugh. "But not until after I punish you for patting my kitty and feeling my dairies."
"Yum, yum," Honey said. "I love the way you punish me."
Opal laughed again and trapped Honey in her arms. Their breasts touched and kissed, their gently rounded stomachs fused and became one, and a whisper later their mouths united in a tender kiss. Opal was no stranger to Honey, and yet her movements were slightly timid as she caressed her daughter's slender hips, then gripped her pink bikini-clad derriere and kneaded those taut, twin loaves of flesh she knew and loved so well.
The kiss lasted a long time. Honey was the first to break away. She laughed breathlessly and said, "I was waiting for you to tickle my tonsils with the tip of your tongue, Opal darling."
"The only thing I'm going to tickle is that juicy quiff of yours," Opal said as she dropped to her knees and tugged Honey's bikini bottom down around her ankles to where she could lift one leg, then the other, and step out of them. "I'm too starved for your come to warm you up by sucking those big titties of yours, so spread those creamy thighs of yours and let me have at it."
"Let me sit down on the lounge, Opal."
"All right, darling. Hurry."
Opal remained on her knees and watched Honey lower her haunches to the Bahama lounge. Her legs drifted apart and her apricot-colored pubic beard came into view. Opal moved in between Honey's scissored legs and prowled the grotto until her thumb and finger found the little doll's clitoris; it was sticking up like an injured baby's finger, pink and in need of attention.
The pink clitoris reminded her of Honey's slain twin, and now sadness clouded her beautiful face for a moment before she said, "Your lovely clit reminds me of your brother's penis when he was a little boy." Now she was smiling again. "I remember how he used to lay in the water when I bathed him, and squeal and kick when I took his little thing in my mouth and tried to make it hard."
"Don't work yourself up into one of your morbid moods, Opal," Honey said as she gripped the back of her mother's head and drew it against her cunt. "Take care of me first, and afterwards you can mourn all you want."
The smell of love juice caused Opal to forget everything except Honey for the moment. She trapped Honey's clitoris between her lips and raked it with her teeth. Honey stiffened for a second, then coiled her slender legs around Opal's back and shrilled, "Eat me, eat me!"
Opal stopped gnawing on Honey's clitoris and dropped her mouth to the dewy gates of paradise. Her tongue stiffened and vanished between those same moist lips.
"Ah," Honey sighed. "If there's a longer tongue than yours on Mermaid Island, I haven't found it. Or a better one. Yipes, when you ram that thing between the lips of my kitty, I feel as if I just died and went to heaven."
Opal didn't hear her, for now her tongue was squirming like an anxious snake, scraping the inner walls of Honey's pussy, lifting her with each lick toward the pinnacle of passion.
"Take me higher, Opal. Devour me!"
Opal kept licking and slurping Honey's cunt, until she exploded...
Later, much later, Honey handed Opal a fresh gimlet and said, "Were you serious about going down to the beach to see Flannery?"
Opal nodded. "Just as soon as I finish this drink and slip into a bathing suit."
"Are you going to kill him right away?"
"How long Flannery lives depends upon how long he can keep from cracking."
"What are you going to do to him?
Opal shook her head. "I'm playing it by ear so I can't really tell you." She finished her drink and walked over to the huge window that overlooked the rumpled Gulf of Mexico. "All I ask is that you stay away from him for awhile."
"All right."
Opal turned to face Honey. "I mean it, baby. The first crack at Flannery belongs to me."
"I said all right, didn't I?"
"So you did." Opal went into her bedroom and emerged a few minutes later, attired in a sky blue bikini. She picked up the conversation as if it hadn't been dropped and said, "It won't be for long. Once I get Flannery into position, I'll need your help."
Honey nodded solemnly. "You can count on me, Mother."
"I always do, darling." Opal reached out and patted Honey's nearest breast. "That's why I broke you in the way I did."
"Thank you."
Opal gave Honey's naked breast another pat and then she sailed through the back door and headed for the beach... to take her first look at the man who had killed her son.
CHAPTER TWO
GIL FLANNERY SAT ON THE BLEACHED SAND THAT skirted the Gulf and watched a flame-haired girl in a tiger print bikini ride the waves on an air mattress. Flannery frowned while he lit a cigarette and silently wondered why the long-stemmed beauty looked so familiar. He had the usual policeman's good memory for names and faces, but he failed to come up with anything on this one, until she sat up on the air mattress and stared in his direction. Now he recognized her, Susy Webster. This was the girl who had interviewed him shortly after he'd shot the Pilgrim kid during a heist, then wrote and sold her interpretation of same to a scandal sheet. Her article had described him as a mad-dog with a badge, a trigger-happy policeman with ice in his veins and - Footsteps came to a stop in the sand behind Flannery and then a voice said, "Never did figure you for a smart cop, Gil, but I thought you had better sense than to come to this island."
Flannery came to his feet and turned to find an old friend grinning at him. The man was long and lean, freckled and carrot-haired, and dressed in the uniform of a policeman.
"First, Susy Webster and now you," Flannery said as he shook hands with Ben Trout. "It's beginning to look like old home week. What gives?"
Trout shot a quick glance toward the girl on the air mattress. Instinct told Flannery that Trout and Susy Webster knew each other, that they were not the best of friends.
"Maybe she came here to finish nailing you to the cross with her typewriter. No matter. What she does is her business. What you do is mine. Which brings up the question: Why did you come to Mermaid Island?"
"I needed a vacation."
"Why here?"
Flannery didn't bother to mention the anonymous invitation he had received. He dismissed the question with a shrug of his wide shoulders.
Ben Trout's lips tightened at their corners.
"The dummy bit doesn't become you, Gil."
Flannery took a deep breath, exhaled loudly. "The kid I killed a few months back; his mother and sister live here."
"Is that -?"
Flannery nodded. "I came to see them, Ben."
"Have you seen them?"
"Not yet."
"Then take my advice and don't."
"Is that an order, Ben?"
Trout shook his head. "It was intended as a friendly suggestion, only I'm wasting my time, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are."
"Figured as much. Well, as long as you're going to stay, I might as well warn you about a punk named Clint Arco. He's a friend of Opal Pilgrim, and the word in the village goes that he's going to pound sand up your ass the minute you show up at the Seahorse Tavern."
Flannery worried his lower lip for a moment, then looked at the island cop and asked, "Are you going to stop him from pounding sand up my ass, Ben?"
"I don't think so. Arco is one of the meanest bastards I know, and I've never seen anybody take him in a fight, but there's a first time for everything." Trout smiled slowly. "Besides wanting to see Arco bite the dust, I could use the extra money."
Flannery blinked. "What extra money?"
"The extra money from the bet I made that you'll win the fight." Trout gave him a mock salute. "See you later, amigo." And then he walked away.
Flannery grinned and sank to a sitting position on the sand again. A minute or so later Susy Webster carried her air mattress out of the water and sat down beside him. She nodded toward the retreating policeman and asked, "Friend of yours?"
"Just another mad-dog I know who wears a badge."
"Ouch!" Susy Webster said. "That smarts!"
"I felt the same thing when I read the article you penned." Susy lifted her arms and patted her slightly damp hair, and this movement made Flannery aware of her full and pointed breasts for the first time.
"What did you expect me to write, Flannery?"
"The truth."
Susy stopped thrusting her breasts toward his face and dropped her hands to the sand. Anger glinted in her jade-green eyes. "I did write the truth, chum, and the truth was that you caught a kid pulling a stick-up... without a gun... and you promptly shot him."
"You weren't listening when I told you what happened that night, lady, but I'll repeat it again. Mickey Pilgrim was unarmed, but when I chased him into that alley I didn't know this. I do know that halfway down that dark alley, he turned and made a grab for something in his jacket pocket. I concluded that it was a gun, so I fired back."
"And killed an unarmed kid."
Flannery nodded. "And killed an unarmed kid." Sarcasm edged his voice. "Shortly afterward I ordered dancing in the streets to celebrate the occasion, complete with booze and naked, big-titted girls, and the orgy lasted for months. It would have lasted longer but I received an invitation to come to Mermaid Island, and here I am. Who sent the invitation? Was it you, Webster?"
"Call me Susy. Webster sounds mannish." She shook her head. "I didn't send you anything, Flannery. As a matter of fact, I received a letter of my own. Come over to my pad at the Starfish Siesta and I'll show it to you."
Flannery stood up and admired the deep valley between Susy's magnificent breasts before he said, "Some other time, lady. Right now I have to walk off the headache you just gave me."
"A polite way of calling me a pain the ass, Flannery?"
"Take your pick."
Susy's eyes zeroed in on his bulging crotch. She licked her sensuous lips in a moistening gesture. "I'd rather take something else, baby."
Flannery shook his head. "Not from me, Susy; I prefer hot-blooded girls."
"You bastard!"
Flannery laughed and walked away from her. He strolled toward an unoccupied stretch of beach, his mind on the anonymous letter he'd received, and because of this preoccupation he almost missed seeing them.
The sudden flash of legs startled Flannery, brought him to a complete stop. A pulsebeat later surprise drained out of his face and a grin replaced it as he stood there and watched a tiny teenaged girl attempt the seduction of an equally young and pimply-faced boy.
The heat of the day, Flannery thought. The heat of youth...
The girl, surely no more than fifteen, was small and slender, attired in a skimpy pink bikini that made her look more naked than she was, knelt beside the reclining boy and amused herself by toying with the crotch of his bathing trunks. Her breasts were no larger than a pair of Florida oranges, but they were exciting, and as Flannery watched her play with the boy's stiff penis, he felt his own cock harden with desire. He told himself that he should walk away, but in the same breath of thought he knew that he would remain for the rest of this show.
He remained unobserved.
The boy was too hot to notice him.
The girl was too busy.
Flannery could both see and hear the teenaged couple, and a moment later the girl said, "How much longer do I have to play with your dink before you give it to me, Arnie?"
"You can have it now, Ginny. Pull down my trunks and take it in your mouth."
Ginny was shocked. "You want me to do what?"
"Suck me off."
"Go to hell." Ginny started to get up.
Arnie caught her around the waist and grinned. "Don't you want to be my girl, Ginny?"
"Not if I have to suck your cock."
"What's wrong with eating my dick? It's clean. Maybe you're stalling because you don't want to be my girl."
"Don't say that!"
Arnie hooked his fingers into the front of Ginny's halter and bared her orange-sized breasts. Sight of the girl's dairies caused Flannery to shiver, to almost have a come, but he kept watching... and listening.
"Well," Arnie persisted, "if you want to be my girl, you'll have to make me happy the way Honey Pilgrim did before we broke up."
Ginny dropped her hand to Arnie's crotch again. "Did Honey Pilgrim... suck you off?"
"All the time. She was good at it, too."
"I can be better."
"Not if you refuse to try."
"I - I'll try."
"That's my girl. Now slip down my trunks and show me how well you can please my cock, Ginny."
Flannery watched Ginny hesitate a moment longer, and then she tugged Arnie's trunks downward and exposed his erection. The boy's penis was still a few inches sort of maturity, but there was enough of it to keep Ginny busy with her tongue and lips.
Go ahead, Flannery thought, take him. Ginny did. She trapped Arnie's erection between thumb and forefinger, then dipped her head and took the velvety knob between her vaginal lips.
"Take it all, Ginny," Arnie urged as he gripped the back of her head and hunched upward. "Take it all."
Ginny took it all, and a few seconds later her head was bobbing over the cock that filled her little mouth...
"Now, Ginny," Arnie panted as his ass bounced all over the sand. "Tighten those sweet lips of yours over my cock and drain the juice out of me! Now, Ginny, now!"
Ginny obeyed.
And a moment later Arnie exploded.
Finished, Ginny permitted his cock to leave her mouth and sat up beside the boy, then asked, "Now am I your girl?"
"Definitely."
"Then prove it."
Arnie laughed and drew the girl down beside him. Flannery stood there for a few more minutes and watched the young couple on the sand kiss and feel each other, until their tongue and fingers delivered them from the evil of frustration and brought release. He turned away, then, only to discover that he was not alone.
"Did you get your jollies from watching them, Flannery?" the woman in the sky blue bikini asked.
Flannery recognized Opal Pilgrim immediately; the wallet of the boy he'd killed had contained her picture. He had thought her to be a beautiful woman then, and he still thought so, but now he found himself disliking her for slipping up on him while he made like a voyeur.
"Did I get my jollies?" Flannery echoed. "What do you think, Mrs. Pilgrim?"
"Judging by the way your cock is trying to break out of those trunks you're wearing, I'd say no."
He smiled suddenly. The woman seemed friendly enough, despite the fact that he was responsible for the death of her son, so he decided to be friendly, too.
"I guess that's because I'm a doer, not a looker, Mrs. Pilgrim."
Opal nodded toward the little girl who was getting the cock put to her by the boy. "Why don't you ask her for a jump, Flannery?"
Flannery grinned. "I'd rather look at you, Mrs. Pilgrim."
"Call me Opal."
"And I'm Gil." He looked over his shoulder. "Is there some place where we can get a drink... and talk?"
Opal lifted her eyes from his swollen cock and smiled. "Talk?"
Flannery nodded. "About Mickey."
"Let's not and say we did, Gil. Mickey is dead and nothing will bring him back."
"You don't seem to understand, Opal I'm the man who killed him."
"During an attempted holdup. Don't sweat it, Gil. Just help me forget, okay? Now, about that drink. If you can hold off until this evening, we can meet in the village and hoist a few clamdiggers together."
"Name the time and the place, Opal."
"How about the Seahorse Tavern?"
Flannery, pretending not to know about Clint Arco, nodded. "It's a date." He turned to leave.
Opal's voice checked him. "Gil?"
"What?"
She stared at his erection. "Are you going to walk around all day with a bone up?"
"Any suggestions?"
Opal licked her ripe red lips. "Just one. Why don't we take a walk beyond the point? Beach bums rarely if ever go there."
Flannery didn't suspect a thing as he fell into step beside her. They headed for isolation beyond the point, and fifteen minutes later they reached the dunes.
"Even the gulls shy away from here," Opal said as she sank to a sitting position on the sand and drew Flannery down beside her. "It's a good place to come, and no double entendre intended."
Flannery chuckled. He felt at ease with Opal, but he couldn't explain why, and after a few seconds he dismissed it from his mind. Hell with it.
Opal cut into his thoughts by saying, "Don't tell me you're the bashful type, Gil."
Flannery grinned and reached for her. He slipped his left arm around her naked shoulders and mashed his mouth against hers. Opal's lips parted to receive his tongue, and a whisper later her hand groped for and found his pulsating penis. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds, and then Opal gave a little cry and fell back against the bed of sand. She smiled at him over the heaving peaks of her breasts and murmured, "Cock. Give me your cock."
She was a sex bomb looking for a body to explode, and Flannery was ready to be detonated. He removed her halter and bikini bottom, then did the same to his own trunks, and a moment later they were both naked.
Opal sat up. She looked at his long, fat cock and gasped. "Honey was right about you, Gil; you are hung like a fucking mule. My god, the last hunk of sausage I saw like that was hanging on display in the village butcher shop." She reached for his penis and coiled her fingers around it. "So big, and so beautiful. I get hungry just looking at the damn thing."
Flannery stretched out on his back. Now he remembered the teenybopper he had watched a few minutes earlier and said, "The last woman who sucked my cock was lousy at it."
"I'm not. I know how to suck a prick."
"Show me."
She did. Flannery propped himself up on his elbows and watched Opal's red mouth stretch and form into a perfect 0, and a pulsebeat later the knob of his penis vanished between her lips. He felt her tongue and teeth rake the underside of the knob and shivered. No doubt about it, Opal was an experienced cocksucker.
Opal stopped polishing his knob and asked, "Did you enjoy that, Gil?"
"Very much so."
"You aren't the first man who said that."
"You aren't the first woman who heard me say it, either." Opal laughed.
Flannery reached out with his left hand and found one plump mound of breast. He trapped a nipple between thumb and finger and tweaked it into greater prominence. Opal closed her eyes and started to moan, and then she attacked his cock once more. This time she took it in her mouth, all the way, and after her chin came to rest against his scrotum she paused for a moment or two, and then she tightened her lips and proceeded to suck him off.
Her lips, tongue and teeth nearly drove Flannery out of his libidinous skull. "Go, Opal, go!" he shouted. Opal sucked. Noisily.
Flannery continued to toy with her breasts, tweaking her jutting nipples. He moved under her sucking lips in a frenzy as release pounded its angry fist against the door of passion and attempted to break it down.
Opal kept sucking, grazing his cock with her teeth, licking the underside of it with the tip of her tongue.
"Harder, Opal, harder."
Opal's head danced over the cock that filled her mouth like a cork on the water. Up and down. Until Flannery's eyeballs rolled back in their sockets and he blew his nuts in her mouth.
"Ummmm," Opal mumbled around his cock as jism splashed against her tonsils and flooded her inner mouth. "Ummmm."
Flannery stopped shuddering and relaxed against the sand. His eyes stopped rolling in their sockets and he found himself looking at the fleecy sky and a blazing sun. He moved his head to one side and found a few sea gulls doing the peeping bird bit at him and Opal. He came up on his elbows and grinned at the gulls, then dismissed them and watched Opal give his cock a final suck, then release it from the sweet prison of her mouth.
"You're a messy eater," he said quietly. "You've got come all over your upper lip."
Opal speared the stray droplets of jism with her tongue and carried them inside her mouth.
"Better?" she asked.
Flannery nodded. "Much better. I really enjoyed the blow job you gave me, but what do we do for an encore?"
"I'll let you know as soon as I find out if you're willing and able." Opal trapped his limp cock in her hot hand and gave it a few quick strokes, and a whisper later Flannery's cock began to harden again. She waited until it reached maturity, then said, "I want you to tuck this one in my twinkie, Gil."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I don't have any rubbers with me."
"So, who asked?"
Flannery blinked. "Aren't you afraid I might make you pregnant?"
"Opal isn't afraid of anything."
"I am. I wouldn't want to become the proud father of a little bastard."
"You won't. Just do as I ask and put that big prick of yours to my pussy."
"I-"
"Man, stop worrying about knocking me up; I had to take on three sailors at one time before the twins took up residence in my womb, so one little fuck from you is nothing to worry about." She laughed softly. "Besides, I like the feel of hot come gushing into my cunt."
Flannery stopped protesting and stretched her out on the warm sand. Opal parted her legs and he moved in between them. He gripped his penis and forced the head of it between the lips of her cunt, then dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked her tit for a few seconds, until she was off guard, and then he hunched forward and filled her with his cock.
Opal grunted, then laughed and proceeded to move her hips with his.
"Ah," she said, "that big dick of yours really feels wonderful inside my kitty."
Flannery released the nipple he was nibbling, then moved over to the other heaving breast. He took the nipple in his mouth and made loud sucking sounds with his lips while he poured the cock to her juicy pussy.
"Yes, yes," Opal shouted as her hips increased their speed. "Fuck me, fuck me! Harder! Make me come...!"
Flannery ignored the sweat that ran down into his eyes and fucked her faster. They kept lunging against each other, their glistening bodies moving jerkingly on the bleached sand until they finally strained as if they were trying to fuse their beings into one, then shuddered and relaxed in spent delight...
"My god," Opal said when her private world came into focus again, "I've had comes, but never one like that." Flannery still had his cock inside her cunt. Now he stopped sucking her breasts and came to a kneeling position between her quivering thighs. He smiled into her eyes and then he watched his penis back out from between the passion-puckered lips of her tight and tender pussy. He caught his dick before it hit the sand and rolled away from her, for now the thirst of his lust was slaked and all he wanted was a cigarette to calm his jangled nerves.
Opal came to a sitting position and giggled at the way his semen ran out of her cunt and soaked into the sand.
"Baby," she said, "when you pop your wad, you don't mess around, do you? You shoot enough jism in one load to set a girl up with triplets."
Flannery mouthed a cigarette and flamed it to life before he answered. "Now you know why I wanted to use a rubber on you, Opal."
"I'm glad you didn't. There's something about the feel of come gushing into my cunt that never fails to make me feel like an angel on vacation." She laughed. "Don't worry, Gil, I won't let myself get caught and make a father out of you."
Flannery took another drag from the cigarette and passed it to her lips. Then he stood up and stepped into his swim trunks.
"I think you'd better do the same," he said. "I see some people walking in our direction.
Opal scrambled to her feet, and a few seconds later she gave the halter a final pat and said, "Let them come."
"Yeah, while we depart."
"But not forever, lover. Don't forget the date we have tonight, at the Seahorse Tavern."
"I'll be there."
Opal moved toward the edge of the Gulf. "I'll introduce you to some friends of mine, Gil, and give you a welcome to the island you'll remember for the rest of your life." Flannery watched her wade into the salt water and thought... she forgot who I was while we were sexing it up, but the moment I removed my cock from her cunt she began to hate me again. Now she wants me to meet her at the Seashore and tangle with Clint Arco...
He turned away from the Gulf and started walking toward the Pirate Inn, and as he walked he wondered how his first night on the island would end.
"A penny for your thoughts," Susy Webster said as she fell into step beside him, "but I won't pay if they concern Clint Arco."
Flannery stopped and faced the beautiful redhead who had once tried to crucify him with her typewriter. His lips tightened at their corners. "What the hell do you know about Arco?"
Susy glanced toward the Gulf where Opal Pilgrim was swimming. "I know he's her friend, and I also know that he's going to do his best to fuck you up with his fists."
They started walking again. "His best might not be good enough, Susy."
"Perhaps not, but my money will be riding on him. I'm not kidding, Gil; I've seen Arco work before, and he's one of the toughest sons I've ever seen."
"You sound like an echo of Ben Trout. Which reminds me... how come Ben hates you? Don't bother to deny it; I saw the way he looked at you awhile ago."
Susy sighed. "You don't miss much, do you?"
"Cops and reporters can't afford to miss much, Susy."
"You missed it... where Ben Trout is concerned."
"I don't understand."
"Did he tell you why he's working on this island?"
"No."
"Then I will. He happened to be at the funeral of Mickey Pilgrim. Shortly afterward he quit his job and came here."
"I still don't understand."
"That's because you haven't met Honey Pilgrim."
"Honey?"
"Opal's daughter. The twin sister of the kid you killed."
"Keep talking."
"Ben Trout has the hots for Honey, but he isn't getting anywhere near first base with her, and he thinks I'm the one who is responsible for it."
"Are you?"
"I am."
"Why concern yourself with Ben's business?"
"Why not? Honey is no better than her mother when it comes to castrating a man, and you really wouldn't want me to let that happen to my own brother, would you?"
Flannery betrayed surprise. "Ben Trout is your brother?"
Susy nodded. "There's an ex-husband in my past, but Ben is the only family I've got. Now do you understand?"
They reached the seashell parking lot that fronted the impressive Pirate Inn before Flannery broke the silence that walked between them and said, "Ben is your problem; I've got enough of my own."
"Namely Arco." She glanced toward the row of cabanas and asked, "Which one is yours?"
"Number thirteen."
"Anything to drink in there?"
Flannery nodded.
"I could use one."
Flannery admired her tiger print bikini for a moment. "I'm mean enough to make you pay for it."
Susy showed him her milk-white teeth in a smile. "I hope so. I watched from behind one of the dunes while you put the prod to Opal Pilgrim, and nothing would give me more pleasure than to get close to that awesome dong of yours... before Clint Arco puts you in the hospital."
"You're pretty quick with the needle, aren't you?" Flannery chuckled. "I hope you're equally quick at paying off a debt, because Arco might not win tonight."
"We'll see."
"That we will. Come along; I'll treat you to a drink."
Once inside the cabana, Susy Webster glanced around and said, "Nice looking bed. Is it comfortable?"
"For sleeping or for screwing?"
"Both."
"Would you like to test it?"
"Not until after I have my drink. I always work better on a full stomach."
Flannery's cock was stiff inside his trunks as he walked into the kitchenette and built a pair of drinks. When he rejoined Susy, he found her perched on the edge of the bed, naked. He nearly dropped the drinks when he looked at her, for she was worth looking at. Long legs, full thighs, a hairy cunt the color of a freshly minted penny, and breasts that stuck out like proud, nippled footballs. There could be no doubt that Susy was a natural redhead, just as there could be no doubt that she was the most exciting woman he had ever seen.
Susy glanced at the bulge in his trunks and said, "Do I look good enough to eat, Gil?"
He handed her a drink and sat down beside her. "I'm almost tempted."
"I wouldn't mind swapping out with you." She sampled her drink. "But not at the same time. I don't care for the sixty-nine bit; I'd rather do you first and then have you do me."
"Whatever turns you on."
Susy lowered her unfinished drink to the floor and dropped her hand to his lap. She squeezed his cloth-covered erection and said, "This... this is what turns me on. I want it, Gil, but I want it my way."
"Be my guest."
Susy took the drink from his hand and placed it beside hers. Then she pulled him to his feet and attacked his trunks. She turned her fingers into claws and followed his trunks down to his ankles, and a few seconds later his turgid flesh was resting against her cheek. She tossed the swim trunks aside and found him with her hand. She skinned him back and exposed the velvety knob of his penis, and for the space of a few heartbeats Flannery expected her to take the cock in her mouth and suck him off, but she didn't.
Susy stood up and smiled into her eyes. "Nine fat inches of cock is what I call living high off the porker, Gil." She stretched out on the bed and pointed her breasts toward the ceiling. She patted the bed and said, "Come to baby."
"Just as soon as you spread those creamy legs of yours."
Susy shook her head. "I don't want you to fuck me, Gil."
"What do you want?"
"The first thing I want is for you to straddle me and pretend you're a bull."
Flannery started to obey.
"Not that way," Susy said. "Turn so that your head will face my feet. That's the way. Now, up on your all fours. Good. Now bring your juicy cock into position, over my face."
"Like this?"
"Beautiful." Susy reached up and gripped his dangling dick. "Heaven on a stick."
Flannery waited for Susy to take his cock in her mouth, but again nothing happened. He bowed his head and glanced back at the girl who lay beneath him. Her mouth was wide open and about two inches away from the drooling head of his penis, and as he watched she tightened her fingers around it and proceeded to masturbate him.
Susy seemed to feel the presence of his eyes, for a moment later she looked his way and said, "I'm not really playing bull with you, Gil. Actually, what I'm doing is pretending you're a cow. I'm going to milk you off and then I'm going to swallow the cream you give me. Sound good?"
Flannery said yes. The thought of getting milked off excited him. He kept watching her, watching her fingers on his hanging flesh. She knew what to do. She kept her mouth open while she stroked his cock, and a minute or so later he was trembling and grunting toward a strange release.
"I'm ready to come," he warned, and a moment later he did.
The instant he orgasmed Susy tightened her grip on his cock and held it directly over her open mouth. He watched his jism spurt and flood her mouth. She kept her lips stretched and made no move to swallow his semen, until he finished coming, and then he watched her throat work as she swallowed his liquid.
Susy finished eating his love juice and said, "Now me, Gil. Drop your face between my legs and massage my kitty with your tongue. Hurry, darling, I'm on fire!"
Flannery stood up on his knees and admired her body for a moment. Then he dipped his head to her flesh. His mouth wandered down the length of her warm body. He kissed her navel, her hips, and then he moved between her now-parted thighs and kissed her pubic powderpuff.
Susy moaned as he trapped her jutting clitoris between his lips and raked it with his teeth. "I like it, I like it! Bite harder, Gil. Bite me, bite me, bite me!"
He raked her clit with his teeth a few more times, and now she was bouncing her ass all over the bed.
"Hot damn," she said, "you certainly know how to make my hormones jump!"
Flannery stopped gnawing on her body in the boat and zeroed in on her pussy. He stiffened his tongue and slipped it all the way in, and a heartbeat later Susy locked her legs around his back and drew his face hard against her vagina.
"Eat me off, Gil. Yes, yes, like that."
Flannery knew what to do with a juicy pussy. He tasted her fluid for a moment, and then his tongue came alive and prowled the sensitive walls of her cavern. He licked slowly, expertly, and then he shifted into high gear and tripped her trigger.
Susy screamed like a goosed virgin as she shuddered her way toward the oblivion of release... and took Flannery with her... for at this precise moment he blew his own lump and shot a load of come all over her breasts.
His was an explosive orgasm.
And messy.
"You bastard," Susy laughed as she rolled Flannery away from her and sat up to watch his come drip from her heaving breasts, "why didn't you let me know you were going to do that?" She caught some of the liquid in her hand and carried it to her mouth. "Waste not, want not, I always say."
Flannery chuckled and left the bed. He lit a pair of cigarettes, retrieved their drinks from the floor, then sat down beside her. He passed her a drink and a butt before he said, "Did I satisfy you with my tongue?"
"I came, didn't I? Man, did I ever come!" She studied him. "The last tongue that made me freak out belonged to Libby Arco."
"The name sounds familiar."
"It should. Libby Arco is Clint's sister."
"Why tell me?"
"Because she'll be on hand to help Clint fuck you up tonight."
"Are you trying to warn me about something?"
"I am."
"Why?"
"Because I like the way you ate my pussy, and because I don't want Clint Arco to put you in the hospital." She touched his limp cock and smiled. "Or this beauty." She sobered. "About Libby. She'll be around when the mud hits the fan, so watch out for her, especially if you're getting the best of her brother."
"Oh?"
"Because she'll try to distract you, trip you, maybe even jump you."
"I'll watch out for her. Thanks."
Susy finished her drink and stood up. "I'd better be on my way."
Flannery cocked an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you dress first?"
Susy laughed and reached for her tiger print bikini. She stepped into the bottom part of it and tugged it into place over her hips, her gently rounded stomach. She patted her crotch and said, "This material feels good against the lips of my pussy, but not as good as that long tongue of yours."
"Thanks."
Susy fastened her halter and crammed her proud breasts behind it. Now she was ready to depart. She kissed him on the lips and said, "Thanks for the sex ride, Gil."
Flannery nodded. He watched her glide toward the door. He waited until she found the knob before he asked, "Did you really get invited to Mermaid Island the way I did?"
Susy paused with her hand on the doorknob. "I really did."
"Any idea who sent the invitations?"
"Yes. Opal Pilgrim."
"I figured it the same way. One thing puzzles me, however; why did she send for you?"
"To witness your execution, I think."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. And if you don't watch your step every second while you're on the island, all you'll be is dead."
Flannery frowned. "Any idea as to how she plans to kill me, or when?"
Susy shook her head. "It won't be tonight, and it won't be done by Arco. She's just using him to soften you up for the slaughter. As for how she intends to do you in, if what I saw you doing with her on the beach is indicative of anything, maybe she's going to fuck and suck you to death."
Flannery laughed, but only because he was frightened.
CHAPTER THREE
THE MOUNTAINOUS, SOLIDLY-BUILT AND dog-faced sister of Clint Arco glared at her brother and said, "Keep drinking like that and you won't be able to hit your ass with both hands, let alone fight Flannery."
Arco's pink plastic lips curved in a sneer. "Shit. I've handled bigger men than that punk."
"Sure, but always with my help, and even then most of them were bombed when you worked them over. Flannery doesn't strike me as a drunk or a pussycat."
Arco poured himself another drink. "We'll still have the element of surprise on our side, Libby."
"Will we, Clint? I don't think so. You keep forgetting that I saw Ben Trout approach Flannery on the beach this morning. Those two are old friends."
Arco ignored the drink in his hand. "You think Ben warned Flannery?"
"I'm sure he did."
Arco stopped treating the matter lightly. "In that case, I think I will sober up." He came up from his seat at the table and walked up to the homely girl who was as huge as himself. She was attired in faded denim shorts and one of his short sleeved shirts. He stared at her melon-sized breasts for a moment before he said, "Will you help me?"
Libby smiled. "Don't I always?"
"I wasn't talking about tonight. I mean now." He grinned. "You see, I've got this terrific bone up that needs softening."
Libby sighed. "That damn cock of yours is always hard. What's wrong? Couldn't you get Opal or Honey to take care of it today?"
"Opal did."
"How?"
"With her mouth, first, and then I screwed her in the ass."
"I wish she'd let me eat her more often," Libby said as she unbuttoned Arco's shirt and helped him out of it. "And Honey?"
Libby shook her head and lowered the zipper on his Bermuda shorts. "I wouldn't touch that little bitch with a ten-foot tongue, Clint; she's poison."
"She doesn't taste like poison."
"Joke all you want about it," Libby said as she followed his shorts down to his ankles and tugged them free, "but I still think that one of these days she is going to end up the same way her twin brother did, under a tombstone. Mark my words, Clint; that kid is too quick to use that switchblade she always carries with her."
"All Honey needs is a good man to keep her in line, Libby." He watched her take his cock in her hand. "Or a woman like you."
Libby said nothing. She slipped his foreskin back and tested the underside of the knob to see if he was moist. He was.
"So juicy, so beautiful," Libby cooed. "What a pity I wasn't born with one like that, instead of a cunt." She always said this whenever she handled her brother's cock. "Then I wouldn't have to use a dildo to keep some of my girl friends from going back to men."
Arco grinned. "Are you going to talk me off, or suck me off, Libby?"
Libby hesitated. "Wouldn't you rather shove this beauty up my ass?"
Arco shook his head. He didn't enjoy making the Greek scene with his sister, because she was too loose in the caboose. He preferred tight assholes, and Libby was far from being that way. Screwing her in the rear was akin to making it with a porthole; you couldn't get relief from either one.
"I'd rather get sucked off, Libby."
"You're mean."
"And horny. Go ahead; eat me off." Libby hesitated.
"I'd rather do something else, Clint."
"Like what?"
Libby tweaked his cock with her fingers. "Like take this beauty between my titties and have you fill my bra with jism."
Arco was all for it. "We haven't gone that route in years, Sis. Not since you were a kid."
"I know. Shall we go back in time?"
"Why not? Shuck out of that shirt and show me your crowded bra."
Libby wasted no time. She opened her shirt and shrugged out of it. She was wearing a white nylon half-bra that betrayed the upper hemispheres of her gigantic breasts and the deep valley between them.
Arco reached out and fondled the peaks of her breasts. Nothing happened. Her nipples refused to sprout.
Libby sank to her knees before him and gripped his cock. She looked up at him and said, "Don't worry about my nipples, Clint; they'll be harder than a pair of honeymoon pricks as soon as you start fucking me between the titties."
Arco believed her.
"Let's get the show on the road, Sis."
Libby did. She drew him closer and guided the knob of his noble tool between her breasts, behind her bra.
"Damn," she cried as she took more of his whang between her hot dairies, "I'd almost forgotten how good that used to feel."
Arco placed his hands on her smooth shoulders and went to work. He moved his cock between her breasts until her flesh turned slimy from his semen, and then he removed his hands from her shoulders and squeezed her bra-covered knockers together, to create more pressure against his cock, and soon he was on his way toward paradise.
"Don't hold back, Clint," Libby said as she palmed his scrotum and tickled his balls with her fingernails. "Let me have it. Bathe my boobs in your come."
Her words excited Arco, and a heartbeat later he crammed the entire length of his cock behind her bra and exploded his passion.
"Hot," Libby gasped as his semen squirted between her breasts and soaked into her bra. "So deliciously hot... " Arco removed his cock from between Libby's tits and watched his come stain her white nylon bra. He was still watching it when the phone came alive and shattered the silence that filled the room.
They exchanged glances.
Arco reached for the phone. "Hello."
"Clint? Opal here. I'm calling about tonight."
Arco grinned at the receiver. "Don't sweat it, Opal. Ten minutes after I tangle assholes with Flannery, he'll be on his way to the hospital."
"Which is why I'm calling, Clint. I don't want Flannery injured. I want you to stay away from the Seahorse tonight. I want you to stay away from him."
Arco frowned at the receiver. "You don't make sense, Opal."
"Let me be the judge of that. Just stay away from Flannery."
"Suppose I don't?"
"Then I'll get some of my friends and put you in the recovery ward."
A moment later Arco was holding a dead phone in his hand.
Libby said, "What was that all about?"
Arco walked away from the phone. He briefed Libby on the phone conversation, then said, "I don't like it, Sis. Opal is backing away from Flannery. Why?"
"Maybe she likes the taste of his cock, or the feel of it inside her box."
Arco shook his head. "That isn't the answer."
"Then what is?"
"I don't know, but we're damn sure going to find out."
Libby unsnapped her come-soaked bra and tumbled her breasts into nakedness. She stared at him. "We? Why should we care what Opal does with Flannery? It's none of our business."
"It is our business. I don't give a damn about Opal, but Honey is something else. I don't want her to end up taking Flannery's cock."
"Why should that bother you?"
"Because a piece of Honey belongs to me."
"I don't dig."
"You will in a minute. Did Opal ever tell you how she got knocked up to have the twins?"
Libby nodded. "Three sailors fucked her."
"Right."
"So?"
"I was one of those sailors, and there's no doubt in my mind that I'm the father of Honey and her dead brother."
"I'll be damned!"
Arco located the bottle and poured himself a drink. "Now do you understand why I don't want Honey to get involved with Flannery?"
Libby nodded. "So what do we do?"
"Find out what Opal has in mind for the cop who killed my son. If she intends to sit on her hands and do nothing, I'll take the play away from her and fix his clock myself."
"You want me to check on Opal?"
"Yes."
"What will you be doing?"
Arco downed the drink before he answered. "The first thing I'm going to do is see Honey and have a long talk with her." He smiled without humor. "We just might need that switchblade of hers before Flannery leaves this island... in a coffin."
Libby lapsed into silence and reached for a Kleenex tissue. She wiped his come from between her naked breasts. Finished cleaning her tits, she wadded the tissue and tossed it toward a nearby wastebasket. She frowned for a few more pulse-beats, then threw back her head and laughed.
"What's so damned funny, Sis?"
"This indignant parent routine, that's what's funny. You've fucked Opal, both of your kids, and now you're going to kill Flannery for wanting to do the same thing." She laughed again. "Know something, Clint? You aren't the type of man they had in mind when they created Father's Day."
"Get fucked," Arco snarled, and then he walked away from his sister.
He went into the bedroom and changed into a fresh pair of shorts and a shirt, and a few minutes later he was on his way toward the village in search of Honey Pilgrim. A wasted trip. Nobody had seen Honey. He pulled up in front of the village store and phoned the Pilgrim house. His sister Libby answered on the third ring.
"Clint here. Is Honey there?"
"No. Neither is Opal. I don't like it, Clint."
"Same here. I think you'd better head for the Seahorse Tavern and check to see if Flannery shows up, with or without Opal. I'll catch up with you later."
"At the tavern?"
"Yes."
Clint Arco hung up and headed for the Gulf, and anger rode with him. He had sense enough to realize that Opal and Honey wouldn't be with Flannery at the same time, but in the same breath he knew that one of them would be in the cop's company.
I hope it isn't Honey, Arco thought as he climbed out of his pickup and started walking along the beach, toward the point where lovers always went for a few stolen moments of pleasure. If she is, I'm liable to forget how expertly she fucks and sucks a cock and break her pretty neck.
He found her about a mile beyond the point. She was alone. He came up behind her. Honey was oblivious to his presence until he said, "I never knew you liked to stare at the stars, doll baby."
"I don't," Honey said without turning. "I see enough of them when a man brings me here for a quick fuck."
Arco chuckled.. "What are you doing here, alone yet?"
Honey stopped looking at the night sky and turned to face him. Her beautiful face looked worried. "I came here to do some thinking."
"What about?"
"Opal and Flannery. I think she's getting hung up on him."
"Don't be silly, Honey. They just met this morning."
"Now who's being stupid? You know Opal. It doesn't take her long to suck a big prick and fall in love with whatever man happens to be attached to it."
"I can't see it," Arco said, hoping to feel Honey out a bit more. Honey took the bait.
"I'm going to ask you something Clint."
"Ask away, doll baby."
"If I'm wrong about Opal and Flannery, then why did she ask you to back away from him."
"Maybe she has other plans."
Honey snorted. "Shit. All she's after is his cock. Think I'm kidding? Give her a few days and you'll see how right I am."
Arco nodded. "We'll do just that. Still, supposing you are right. What then?"
Honey's bee stung lips hardened at their corners. "We'll take the play away from her, that's what. Damned if I'm going to watch my mother play sexual games with the mammy jammer who killed my brother. Are you with me?"
"All the way, doll baby."
Honey smiled. "Shall we seal our bargain with a kiss?"
Arco's shoe button eyes caressed the apricot blond and his penis began to stiffen inside his shorts. She was attired in sandals, sans stockings, and a micromini pink dress that looked white in the moonlight. The dress was a sheath that hugged her hips, haunches and pointed breasts. It was scoopnecked and buttoned down the front, the kind that came off easily... and quickly.
"Just a kiss?" Arco asked teasingly. Honey's eyes dropped to his erection. "How about a nice French kiss?"
"On my cock?"
"Where else?" She reached down and unzipped his Bermuda shorts, and then she took his dong out and stroked it. "Any objections?"
"One. Don't start anything until after I get you out of that dress."
Honey laughed. "How about a kiss first?"
Arco trapped her in his arms and thrilled to the pneumatic pressure of her breasts against his chest. Honey stood on her tiptoes and locked her arms around his neck, and his stretch caused the hemline of her micromini dress to climb higher on her thighs, until the moonlight betrayed the webbing of her brief white panties.
"Now," Honey murmured against his pink plastic lips, "rub that big dong of yours against the webbing of my panties and kiss me."
Arco mashed his mouth against hers, then forced his tongue between her teeth and massaged her tonsils with the tip of it. Honey trembled in his arms and ground her hips against his cock.
"Whew!" Honey said when they finally came up for air. "I felt that damn tongue of yours all the way down to my toenails!"
Arco made no answer. He grinned and went for the buttons on her dress. He started with the one at the bottom and worked his way up, and a minute or so later the baby pink dress gaped to reveal her exquisite breasts and the jutting nipples that stabbed against the material that covered them.
Arco sucked wind.
He really felt like sucking her tits.
"I like your bra," he said as he lifted his horny hands and caressed it. "I like what's behind it. Especially the nipples. Long and pink. Just the way I like them."
Honey laughed softly and gave his cock a quick stroke or two, then continued to hold it in her hand. "Do my nipples remind you of little pink peters, Clint?"
"Who cares what they remind me of? All I know is they stick out like pencil erasers, and I love them."
Honey released her grip on his cock. "How do you love my nipples, Clint? To kiss?"
He shook his head. "To suck." Honey was amused. "Then start sucking."
"Not yet, doll baby. Let me finish getting you out of that dress."
"Be my guest."
Arco wasted no time, and a few heartbeats later Honey stood before him, clad in her sandals, panties and half-bra. His shoe button eyes cannibalized her breasts, then attempted to chew the crotch out of her tight panties. He was hot to trot, but he was also hungry for her. "You look good enough to eat," he said.
Honey admired his stately erection and moistened her crimson lips. "So do you. I've got an idea. Why don't we eat each other?"
Arco agreed. He sank to his knees in the cool sand and brought her panties down with him. He planted a butterfly kiss on her jutting clit, then said, "Lift your left leg, doll baby."
Honey lifted her left leg.
"Now the right."
Honey obeyed, and a whisper later Arco tossed her panties aside. He tickled her cunt with his middle finger until she was grinding her hips, and then he drew her down beside him and unclasped her bra. Now she was naked... and ready.
"Sixty-nine?" Honey asked as she dipped her head and caressed the knob of his cock with the tip of her tongue. "Or should we do a solo with each other?"
Arco gently forced her greedy mouth away from his penis and stretched her out on the sand. He told her to count the stars, then forced her legs apart and moved in between them. He kissed her lips, her breasts, her navel, and then he thrust his mouth against the dewy sweetness of her pussy and rammed his tongue all the way home.
Honey moaned and coiled her sleek legs around Arco's back. She strained him closer. She wanted his tongue. She wanted every glorious inch of it inside her melting cunt.
"Eat me off, darling, eat me off," she cried.
Arco's tongue came alive inside her cunt, and Honey's hips went berserk. So did she.
Her long fingernails raked the back of his neck and obscenities dripped from her sweet lips.
"Tongue me, Clint, tongue me! Yes, yes, like that! Turn your tongue into a surfboard, then pick a strong wave and bring me in to the shore of release! Tongue me, tongue me!"
Arco answered her demands. His tongue turned into a snake inside her juicy cunt. He made loud slurping sounds in the night that blended with the nearby sound of the water bringing in fresh sea-shells for the early morning pickers. He ate her box. Hungrily.
Honey kept bouncing her derriere against the sand. Her eyes were closed, her breath came in strained gasps. She was heading at breakneck speed toward the sandy beach of release.
"I'm almost there, Clint!"
Honey shivered as his lips found her breasts, her nipples. She felt his teeth grip a nipple and dig in painfully, but the pain only added to the pleasure that was bubbling up inside her loins. Hands caressed her hips and stomach, then crawled upward to knead her breasts.
"Squeeze my titties, Clint," she begged.
He squeezed her heaving breasts.
Honey screamed, and then she exploded with passion and delivered her orgasm into his waiting mouth...
Arco stopped lapping her cunt and came to a kneeling position between Honey's legs. She lay relaxed on the sand, her eyes dulled by the dreamy quality that always follows a healthy release, and as he admired her nakedness he decided that he did not want her to suck him off after all.
Honey opened her eyes as he draped a leg over each shoulder and asked sleepily, "What are you going to do with me, Clint?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
"In the kitty?"
Arco shook his head. "In the rear."
"All right. Just don't hurt me."
"I won't."
Honey relaxed, waited for the knob of his penis to come into contact with her sphincter. She knew he would hurt her, but the knowledge didn't frighten her. She liked pain. She had always liked pain.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
Arco brought the knob of his cock to a rest against her brownie, then gripped her hips and hunched into her anus.
Honey grunted as his cock filled her, and then her lips parted in a very lazy smile. "You bastard. I knew you were going to do that."
Sweat broke out on Arco's ugly face and ran down into his eyes, but he made no move to sleeve it away. He grinned and proceeded to bang away. His cock sawed in and out of Honey's tight asshole and created a pressure within his loins that warned him of the coming explosion, and now he released his grip on her hips and grabbed her breasts once more.
"Are you coming?" Honey asked.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
And a moment later he did.
"Ooooh," Honey squealed as he locked his cock deep in her anal canal and squirted his semen into it, "that feels like liquid fire!"
Arco made no answer. He finished coming, and then he collapsed on top of Honey, buried his face between her breasts... and relaxed.
Honey rolled Arco off her body and sat up. A heartbeat later he sat up beside her. They exchanged glances. Now their passion was spent. Now they could think again.
"About Flannery," Arco said quietly as he dug a pack of butts from his discarded Bermuda shorts and flamed them to life with a kitchen match. "I was just wondering."
Honey took a deep drag on the cigarette he passed to her lips before she answered. "What were you wondering about? How to kill him?" Arco shook his head. "How to find out if Opal has given him a reprieve for killing Mickey, or if she still plans to measure his ass for a shroud."
Honey frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "Maybe I could find out."
Arco lifted an eyebrow at her. "From Opal?"
Honey flipped her cigarette into the Gulf, gathered her clothing and stood up. She ignored the come that trickled out of her anus and down the inner paths of her thighs as she stepped into her panties.
"No, not from Opal," she said as she finished tugging the panties into place over her hips and gently-rounded stomach. "From Flannery. It shouldn't be too difficult to get him to spill his guts about Opal and how she feels toward him."
"What are you going to do? Force him to make like a canary at knifepoint?"
Honey smiled and shook her head. "I have a better idea. I've never met an older man yet who didn't like young flesh."
Arco watched Honey snap her half-bra into place before he said, "Flannery might be the exception, doll baby."
"Exceptions have been known to trip over their cocks, too."
Arco nodded. "True. Still, I don't know... " Honey finished snapping the half-bra into place, turned the cups around and filled them with her ripe breasts.
"You sound as if you're afraid of Flannery, Clint? Are you?"
"Shit."
Honey stopped fondling her own breasts and smiled at him, but the smile had ice in it, and so did her voice. "If you aren't afraid of Flannery... why are you hesitating?"
Arco kept toying with her; it was the cat and the mouse all over again. He wanted Honey to get tight with Flannery, for she was as unpredictable as she was beautiful, and if Flannery refused to use her body... Honey would blow her cool and kill him.
The death of Gil Flannery, this was what Arco really wanted, for the cop represented bad news from every direction. He didn't want Flannery on Mermaid Island. He didn't want Flannery anywhere... except under a tombstone.
"You think I'm stalling, doll baby?"
"Aren't you?"
"Not a bit."
"Then you won't mind if I beard Flannery in his cabana tomorrow."
"To pump him?"
Honey nodded. "And to find out what our next move toward him will have to be."
Arco almost laughed out loud. This was what he had been trying for all along. He stopped teasing the mouse and said, "Play away, doll baby."
Honey draped her dress over her arm and walked away from Arco, leaving a trail of soft laughter behind her.
Arco watched her tight little buttocks twitch out of sight and thought... the kid thinks she can wrap Flannery around her little finger with a piece of pussy, only I know better. Flannery is nobody's fool. He'll look at Honey and see the face of the kid he shot, and he'll repulse her. Then Honey will flip her lid and take him with her shiv, and then - good-bye Flannery!
Good-bye.
And good riddance.
Arco threw his head toward the low-riding moon and started a laugh that died unborn, for a whisper later Gil Flannery appeared before him and said quietly, "I was under the impression that you and I had a date at the Seahorse Tavern tonight, Arco. What happened? Couldn't you find anybody to help you fight me?"
The blood drained from Arco's ugly face. He wasn't used to being challenged, and it bothered him. His hammy hands turned into fists at his sides and resembled clubs of flesh and bone. He wanted to rush forward and pound Flannery's face into a bloody pulp, but an inner voice warned him to play it cool, and he did.
"I don't need any help to take you, Flannery. The only reason you aren't in a hospital now is because I did a lady a favor and backed away from you."
"You can stop backing, Arco. The lady isn't here now. Only a pussycat." Flannery smiled mockingly. "And the pussycat is you."
Arco tasted fear. Not so good. The cop wanted this fight. The bastard was crowding him with his tongue.
The mockery remained in Flannery's smile. "Maybe I was wrong about you, Arco. Maybe you're not a pussycat. Maybe you're just plain pussy."
Rage blinded Arco and made him careless; he lunged forward and shot a fist toward Flannery's grinning mouth, but the man was no longer there.
Flannery had been expecting anything from Arco, so when the man made his move he was ready for him; he stepped aside and let the fist pass over his shoulder harmlessly. This unlanded blow pulled Arco off balance, and before he could regain his footing Flannery shouldered a punch that caught the man flush on his forehead and sent him down to his knees like a starving faggot in search of a prick.
Any other man would have remained down from that vicious blow, but not Arco. He scrambled to his feet, roaring like a wounded bull. He lunged at Flannery and this time he connected with a blow of his own that sent the big man reeling backwards. The fist exploded a series of stars and pinwheels in Flannery's brain, and through a haze of pain he saw the now gloating face of Arco moving toward him, twisted with the desire to kill.
"You bastard," Arco snarled, "I'll break every bone in that fucking body of yours if it's the last thing I ever do!"
He tried.
And failed.
The same mocking smile played at the corners of Flannery's lips as he took the fight away from Arco. He became a human machine who fired and landed at will, hurting and sometimes cutting the man's face with his knuckles, wearing him down one punch at a time, until Arco dropped to his knees and sobbed, "No more, no more."
Flannery gripped Arco by the ears and lifted his face upward. The cop's voice was flatter than a glass of day-old beer. "There's more, Arco. You were going to pound sand in my ass, remember?"
"I-"
"I should pound some up yours, only I have a better idea. You think your muscles make you a man; I don't, and I intend to prove it." The mocking smile dropped from his lips. "Unzip my fly."
Arco hesitated.
Flannery twisted his ears. "Unzip my fly!"
Arco unzipped Flannery's fly, waited. "Good. Now take my cock out and look at it."
Arco did. He removed Flannery's cock and looked at it. The cock was stiff, ugly and pretty at the same time. Arco stared at it.
"I want you to prove to me that you're a pussy," Flannery said. "Not a man, a pussy."
"All right, I'm a pussy. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Flannery shook his head. "I want you to act like a pussy, so that you'll never bother me again. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it."
"No."
Flannery's fingers twisted his ears again. "Do it, or I'll rip them off and turn you into a real sideshow freak."
"I'll kill you for this."
"Take my cock in your mouth!"
Arco tasted humiliation for a few more seconds, and then he took Flannery's cock in his mouth and tasted jism. The instant his lips came into contact with the velvety head of Flannery's cock, something snapped inside Arco and became free, and now the dick in his mouth began to taste delicious.
"I was right about you," Flannery said as he released his grip on Arco's ears and jerked his cock from between his lips. "The bully bit was just a front; deep down you're nothing but a faggot."
Arco hated the cop in silence.
Flannery laughed without humor and walked away.
Arco crawled toward the Gulf and dropped his battered face into the water. The brine stung but it helped to clear the fuzz from the edges of his brain, and now he could think again. He stood up and moved toward his pickup, and with each painful step he took he thought... I'll kill Flannery for what he did to me, for what he made me do to him. I'm not a pussy, and I'm not a cocksucker. I'm a man. Do you hear me? I'm a man!
Two days later he tried to prove his manhood by going after Flannery with a gun...
CHAPTER FOUR
FLANNERY STOOD IN THE DOORWAY OF his cabana and filled his lungs with early morning air. A slight breeze came in from the Gulf and took the heat out of the sun. He stared in the direction of the Gulf for a minute or so, and then he lifted his eyes skyward. Cottony puffs of clouds romped against a blue background, and a lone seagull tried to catch one. The atmosphere and backdrop relaxed him, and now Flannery thought... this is the kind of day that reminds me of a kid's ice cream cone; you want it to last forever.
"Penny for your thoughts," Susy Webster said as she walked up beside him.
Flannery grinned. "They aren't worth that much. I was just thinking about this island."
"Do you like it?"
"Very much. It's peaceful. No traffic jams, no crowds, no beehive complexes or ghettos to breed racial unrest - it's almost like living in Eden."
Susy laughed. "You sound more like a poet than a cop, Gil."
The mood passed and Flannery looked at Susy for the first time this morning. She was attired in a skimpy halter that barely covered the peaks of her exciting breasts, and a matching floral print bikini bottom that covered even less. The mere sight of her gave him the beginning of an erection.
"It didn't take you very long to go native," he said. "I've never seen you in a dress."
"You've seen me without one."
"True."
"And in the raw, so if this is your idea of Eden, I guess we've both been naked in it."
"Now who's being poetic?"
"Not this kid. All I'm trying to do is get you stirred up enough to make me naked in Eden again."
"You've succeeded. Shall we go inside? I wouldn't want to shock the neighbors by seducing you out in the open."
Susy followed him inside the cabana. She crossed the room and lowered her shapely derriere to the Bahama lounge. Flannery watched her. She seemed to have something on her mind besides sex. He offered her a cup of coffee, which she accepted with a nod, and then he said, "I can hear the wheels clicking in that devious brain of yours, so out with it, Susy."
She looked innocent.
"Out with what?"
"Out with whatever it is that's bugging you." He handed her a cup of coffee. "Give."
Susy shook her head. "I'm not giving, I'm taking. I saw Clint Arco this morning, in the village, and he looked as if he tried to rape an alligator... and lost. Who worked him over? Was it you, Gil?"
"Why didn't you ask Arco?"
"I did."
"What did he have to say?"
"He told me to get fucked." Flannery chuckled.
"You came to the right place, Susy."
Impatience edged her voice. "Stop teasing and tell me the truth. What happened between you and Clint Arco last night, Gil?"
"We had a scrap."
"At the Seahorse?"
"At the beach."
"And you won?"
"Yes."
"Arco won't like you for doing that to him."
"He probably doesn't even remember the beating I gave him."
"Why not?"
"Because I made him taste my cock before I turned him loose."
Shock registered on Susy's face. "You made him do what?"
"Suck my cock."
Susy whistled through her teeth. "He'll kill you for that."
"Maybe, maybe not." Flannery chuckled. "To tell the truth, I think he enjoyed the taste of my cock."
"Did you come in his mouth?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like to get sucked off by a man, that's why not."
Susy moved her hand against his crotch and found his erection. Her green eyes twinkled with amusement. "Do you like to get eaten by a woman, Gil?"
"What do you think?"
"Tell me."
Flannery laughed and trapped Susy in his powerful arms. His mouth mashed against hers in a long kiss, and then he ended it by easing the pressure of his lips and withdrew his tongue from inside her mouth.
"Not bad," Susy said breathlessly. "But I've had better."
"You're a mean wench."
"I'm also a passionate one."
"We'll have to do something about that."
"I wish you would."
"Name your pleasure."
"Well, I haven't had any breakfast yet, and come does taste good anytime." She licked her lips. "I wouldn't mind turning you into a bull again, Gil."
"And I wouldn't mind seeing you in the nude."
"Be my guest."
Flannery accepted her invitation. He found the release on her halter and loosened it, and when her breasts danced into nakedness he dipped his head and kissed her nipples into full bloom. Susy shivered.
"Hot damn," she said as Flannery grazed a nipple with his teeth, "you certainly know how to make a girl's nipples sing."
Flannery gnawed on her knocker for a few more seconds, and then his knees bent and his lips trailed downward. He kissed her navel while he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottom and followed them down to her shapely ankles. Susy lifted one leg, then the other, and he tossed the bikini bottom to one side.
"Did you have breakfast this morning?" she asked.
Flannery grinned and stood up. "You first, Susy."
"I'm glad you said that. Shuck out of those pants and polo shirt, big man."
Flannery did.
"The bed?" he queried.
Susy shook her head. "The floor."
Flannery shrugged and dropped to his all fours. A whisper later Susy joined him. She stretched out on her back and squirmed into position beneath him, until her face was directly under his hanging cock, and then she reached up and trapped his scrotum.
"You certainly have big balls," Susy said.
"Thanks."
"And a dick to match."
"Are you going to talk me off or suck me off, lady?"
Susy laughed and released his scrotum. She coiled her fingers around his pulsating penis and began to stroke it, tenderly.
"Neither," she said. "I'm going to do a repeat of the last time; I'm going to jerk you off." She gave his cock a few more pumps. "How now, big bull?"
"Shut up and keep pumping my handle."
Susy fell silent and went to work on his cock with her fingers. Her hand worked magic and in a few minutes Flannery grunted and broke his string.
Jism shot out of his cock in angry spurts.
Susy kept swallowing, swallowing, swallowing, until his cock ran dry, and then she slid out from under him and sat up on the floor.
"So much for breakfast," she said impishly. "Now I would like some dessert."
"Name it."
She rubbed her naked breasts against his bicep and smiled dreamily. "How about some hot tongue a la cunnilingus?"
"You want me to eat your box?"
"Why not? It's clean. I just took a douche before I came over."
Flannery threw back his head and laughed.
"You're a damn nut."
Susy fell to her back once more and spread her legs to show him her pussy.
"See how nice and clean it is, Gil?"
"I can't see. I'm too far away from it."
"Why don't you bring your face closer?"
Flannery dropped his face between her legs and took her clitoris between his lips. He raked it with his teeth and made her shiver.
"Ah," Susy said, "that feels delicious!"
Flannery tightened his lips over her jutting clitoris and raked her with his teeth for a few more seconds. Then he released it and pressed his mouth against the entrance to her passionate pussy. He kissed her, loudly, and then his tongue stiffened and filled her cunt.
Susy moaned with delight and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck. A whisper later her hips began to grind against the tongue that lapped at the inner walls of her pussy.
"Ah," she cried as she embraced Flannery with her sleek legs, "I love you. I love your tongue inside my pussy. Go, man, go! Wriggle that beautiful hunk of tongue and take me to paradise. Faster, darling, faster!"
Flannery gripped her squirming hips and kept eating her cunt. The juices of her passion drenched his tongue and caused his cock to harden once more. He checked the impulse to stop eating her pussy and start fucking her, for he sensed that Susy stood on the threshold of orgasm, and he was right.
"I'm coming," Susy panted, "I'm coming!"
And she did.
Flannery lifted his face from between Susy's legs and sat up beside her. He licked the taste of her come from his lips and said, "I've never been much for driving in the bush, but I certainly enjoy eating you."
Susy smiled a little sad smile. "Maybe it's love, Gil."
Flannery's own face clouded. He shook his head. "I wouldn't recognize love if it walked up and kicked me in the nuts, Susy."
She sat up beside him.
"What about hate?"
"That I can recognize. Opal Pilgrim hates me for killing her son, and Clint Arco hates me for giving him the answer to his true identity."
"Aren't you forgetting Honey Pilgrim?"
"No. It's just that I don't know her."
"Then you're in for a real surprise."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Susy stood up and stepped into her bikini bottom before she answered. "You'll see. Just don't let her put blinders on you, the way she put them on my brother."
"I don't understand."
Susy slipped into her halter and covered her breasts. The sad smile continued to linger at the corners of her sensuous mouth. "Just be careful, Gil." She ran her hand across his naked chest. "For me."
Flannery watched Susy sail through the door as if she had just dropped in for a short visit, and shook her head. What a strange girl! Six months back she had crucified him on a cross of print, and now she was trying to bring him back to life by hinting that she loved him.
Love? he thought. What do I know about love? Is love a stiff tongue or a stiff cock inside a woman's pussy? If it is, then I'm in love with Susy... and Opal Pilgrim... because I sure as hell enjoy making it with both of them.
"Anybody home?"
Flannery wheeled toward the door and found himself face to face with the ghost of the kid he had shot, only this one was dressed in a bikini, had long hair and the sauciest pair of tits he had seen on a teenager in ages. He knew that he was looking at Honey Pilgrim. He also knew why Susy had tried to warn him about her. She was all doll. A deadly doll.
Dressed in a pink bikini.
"Come in, Honey."
The teenybopper smiled. "You know me?"
Flannery nodded. "Mickey Pilgrim's twin. I know you. I'd know you anywhere."
Honey came all the way inside and heeled the door shut behind her.
"The way you were staring at my dairies, I didn't think you'd have time to study my features. You like?"
Flannery nodded. "You have a lovely face."
Honey threw back her head and laughed. "I wasn't talking about my face. I meant my boobs."
The doll is frank, Flannery thought. Knows her way around. No virgin here. Young, but definitely not a cherry.
Flannery waved her toward the Bahama lounge and said, "Can I fix you something to drink? A coke, perhaps?"
Honey stopped smiling. "Don't bug my ass by treating me like an adolescent, big daddy. I smoke, I fuck and suck, so why don't you stop acting like a bluenose and offer me some booze? I can handle it. I can handle anything, including you."
Flannery believed her. He built a pair of drinks and tried to keep his eyes away from her crowded halter. The attempt was futile, and a few seconds later he found himself getting as hard as a crowbar.
Honey stared at his erection and giggled. "I'm glad you were naked when I arrived, Flannery." Slyness crept into her voice. "Was she good?"
He handed her a screwdriver and sat down beside her. "Was who good?"
"Susy Webster. I saw her leave just as I arrived. Is she good fucking?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Why not? Doesn't she go that route?"
Flannery chuckled. He found himself liking Honey Pilgrim.
"You talk too much," he said.
She smiled at him over the lip of her glass. "I know of a way to keep me quiet for awhile."
"How?"
"By cramming that big cock of yours in my mouth, big daddy."
Flannery started to laugh, and then he remembered that Honey was a minor and shook his head. He didn't want to get busted for making it with a hunk of jail-bait.
"I don't think we should. Why don't you come back in a couple of years and make me the same offer?"
Sharp anger glinted in her eyes. "You're turning me down, big daddy?"
Flannery's eyes returned to her breasts. "I am."
Honey stood up. Her lips stopped being angry and softened in a lazy smile. She thrust her pelvic area toward him, then threw back her shoulders to emphasize the firmness of her colossal breasts. A heartbeat later she reached out, grabbed his erection and said, "Wrong, big daddy. Nobody turns Honey down for anything. Not even cops. I want that big cock of yours, and I want it now. Stop fighting."
Flannery didn't bother to put up a struggle, for the instant Honey's hand came into contact with his penis he became oblivious to everything except his own immediate need of her. His eyes glazed and his morals took a leave of absence, and a pulsebeat later he trapped the teenybopper in his arms and kissed her.
"Ummmmm," Honey said as his mouth mashed against hers. "Ummmmm."
Her hand stroked his cock.
Flannery trembled under her touch.
"I like the way you kiss," Honey said breathlessly. "One more time?" She didn't wait for an answer. She moved her mouth against his again, and continued to massage his cock with her hand.
Flannery stopped kissing the doll who was rubbing her halter-covered breasts all over his chest and came up for air. He exhaled loudly and gently forced Honey to her knees. He clutched his penis and rubbed the knob of it against her blood-red, bee stung lips. His voice sounded distant as he said, "Take my dick in your mouth and suck me off, Honey."
Honey did. She hooked a slender finger around the base of his phallus and stretched her lips into the shape of a red circle, then took it in her mouth. He watched a few inches of his pulsating flesh vanish between her lips, then saw those same lips tighten around his shaft and go to work. He gripped her shell-like ears and forced the entire length of his penis into her mouth; Honey made no move to back away from it.
"That's it, Honey," Flannery said huskily. "Gnaw on it a little while you milk me with those sweet lips of yours. That's the way. Ah... " Honey sucked and gnawed and played with his balls, and a few delicious minutes later Flannery tightened his grip on her ears and filled her mouth with a hot load of semen.
Honey made loud gulping sounds in the thick and sudden silence, until his cock ran dry, and then she permitted it to slip out of her mouth and stood up. She smacked her lips and said, "You're a virile bastard, big daddy. I knew you would be."
Flannery chuckled and moved his hands against her breasts. Honey pushed them away. He blinked. "What gives?"
"Not me, big daddy. I got what I came for, and now I'm leaving."
Flannery looked confused. "You came here just for a blow job?"
"I came here for a special blow job." Honey nodded toward the open window. "A friend of mine was taking pictures of us while I was copping your joint."
Flannery cursed his own stupidity, then calmed down. "If you think you can shake me down, you're off your wire, Honey."
"I have no intention of blackmailing you, big daddy. I wanted those pictures for another reason." She treated him to a venomous smile. "I'll show them to the fuzz... after I kill you for forcing me to suck you off."
Flannery checked the impulse to hit Honey, and a moment later he tasted fear. He sighed inwardly. He had played the damn fool, and now this pony had him by the balls...
"Don't worry about dying at this very minute," Honey said as she cut into his thoughts. "I'm in no rush to kill you. I want you to sweat a little before you pass on to another plane, the way you made my twin brother sweat when you chased him down that alley and killed him."
Flannery spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "I -"
"Save your breath, but not for running," Honey said as she crossed the room. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. "I'm not kidding, big daddy. Make one move toward leaving this island and I'll forget about killing you and blow the whistle on you to Ben Trout."
The door closed behind her.
Flannery glanced toward the open window and cursed. Then he sat down on the Bahama lounge and started to shake.
The little bitch has me coming and going, he thought. If I stay she'll kill me, and if I try to leave she'll have me arrested and sent to prison for the cock I let her suck. Either way, I'm a fucked duck... unless I can get my hands on those damned pictures. Somehow.
CHAPTER FIVE
IT WAS LATE IN THE AFTERNOON when Ben Trout came out of a side road and discovered Honey Pilgrim walking toward the village. He pulled up beside her and leaned across the seat to open the door of his police car.
"I'm going your way, Honey. Hop in."
Honey tossed the camera case she was carrying into the back seat and climbed in beside him. Ben had the prowl car moving before she closed the door, not to mention the beginning of a erection, for the way this little tomato filled a bikini was really something to behold. Sexy. Real sexy.
Ben licked his lips and wondered if he could talk Honey into going for a ride into the jungle with him.
"Any particular place you'd like to be dropped off at?" he asked.
Honey made no immediate reply. She studied Ben speculatively, then nodded as if she had made up her mind about something that concerned him.
"Maybe. I need a favor, Ben."
He glanced at her halter-covered breasts. "Name it."
"I'd like to use the photo lab at your office."
Ben started to shake his head, changed his mind. He glanced at his wristwatch. "I could lose my job if Sultana ever caught you in there." Sultana was his cloddish and antediluvian assistant. "Can't I develop it for you?"
Honey shook her head. "It's a surprise... for you."
Ben didn't believe her, but he went along with the gag. "In that case, maybe we can work something out." He looked at his watch again. "It will be dark in another three hours. Would you like to take a ride with me until then?"
"What about Sultana?"
"He usually slips out for a few drinks at the Seahorse, if he has the loot. Treat me nice for a few hours and I'll see that he can afford to get drunk."
Honey laughed suddenly. "You big liar! Sultana isn't the real problem here; it's in your lap. All you want to do is take me somewhere to play hide the baloney. Admit it, you bastard."
Ben chuckled. "I've been trying to stick you for a long time, without success, but I have a hunch that this time I'm going to make it. You need a favor, I need a favor, so all we have to do is get together. The question is, do we or don't we?"
"Aren't you afraid the police might catch us?" Honey asked teasingly.
"You don't think I'd snitch on myself, do you?"
Honey laughed. Then she dropped her hand to his lap and gave his cock a quick squeeze.
"There's another side road up ahead, Ben; why don't you take it? Like you said, a favor for a favor."
Ben turned onto Moon Shell Road. A frown rumpled his brow as Honey unzipped his pants and reached inside his shorts to remove his turgid flesh. He was remembering the times she had turned him down for a bit of loving, and decided that the camera had to contain some pretty important film. He made a mental note to find out just how important... after he had his fill of her body. First things first.
Honey squeezed his cock again and said, "Are you going to park somewhere, or do you want me to jerk you off?"
"I can beat my own meat," Ben said with a laugh. "Just dip your head and kiss it a little until I pick the right spot to stop. Better still, why don't you skin out of that halter and show me those big, hard tits of yours before you start kissing my prick?"
"What makes you think I want to do the oral bit with your cock?"
"Arnie talks out of school."
"He would."
"How about the halter?"
Honey released her grip on his penis and leaned forward. She reached behind her back and unfastened the halter, and a heartbeat later she tumbled her breasts into nakedness and turned on the seat to face him, but not before the air rushed against her nipples and stiffened them.
"You like?" she asked.
Ben shot her a hasty sidelong glance and almost lost control of the car. He had seen tits before, but never any as beautiful as Honey's.
"I like them. I'd love to suck them."
"You'll get your chance to suck the daylights out of them before we leave this damn jungle, big daddy." She giggled. "You and I are going to become tight."
Honey was kissing the head of his cock when Ben located the end branch road he sought and turned into it. He took the remaining few yards at a slow pace and glided to a stop under a tall pine tree whose branches were burdened with Spanish moss.
Honey stopped licking his penis and sat up. "Are we there?"
Ben killed the engine and forced her head to his lap again. "We are here, so start sucking, doll."
Honey didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took the entire length of his whang in one gulp, and a whisper later his scrotum rested against her lower jaw.
Ben patted the back of her head. "Good girl, good girl."
Honey mumbled something around his cock and went to work. Her lips twitched and her teeth grazed his flesh each time she backed some of his dick out of her mouth, and Ben found himself fighting to prolong the sweetness of orgasm.
Honey had other ideas. The moment she sensed that he was holding back, she took his balls in her hot little hand and raked his sac with her long fingernails; a few seconds later Ben stiffened in the seat and filled her mouth with come.
Honey gave his cock a few quick and violent sucks.
Ben shuddered.
"Eat me," he gasped when he stopped shuddering like a dog crapping razor blades. "Eat me, eat me, eat me!"
Honey sucked and swallowed, until there was no more juice to devour. Then she released his dick from the pleasant prison of her mouth and proceeded to lick his nuts. By the time she finished, Ben was hard once more. Honey stopped putting the tongue to his scrotum and sat up. Her breasts bounced in tune to her ragged breathing, and passion smouldered in her deep black eyes. She was hot, like a furnace of flesh, and she wanted to be cooled.
"Now me," she murmured as she rubbed her naked breasts against Ben's chest.
"Tuck that big cock of yours between the lips of my pussy and turn me on, big daddy."
Ben's voice sounded harsh. "Let's get in the back seat."
"No. Outside. On the sand. Under the tree. Hurry, big daddy; my cunt is on fire."
Ben climbed out and walked around to Honey's side of her car. His cock led the way; it suck out like a guidance system of flesh, at the ready, and the knob of it came to a moist rest against her pouting navel.
Honey giggled.
"Don't tell me you're going to fuck me in the belly button, big daddy?"
Ben laughed without humor and took her in his arms. They melted to the sand as one. Honey smiled at him over the coral peaks of her gigantic breasts. Her lips were slightly parted, but she didn't speak. The time for talking was past. Ben moved in between her scissored legs and guided himself into her. She grunted with pleasure as the entire length of his penis filled her melting cunt. A pulsebeat later her voice came alive again.
"How does it feel to reach the goal after all of the broken field running I made you do before I gave in, Ben?"
Honey's sarcasm reached the rational part of Ben's brain and sobered him. His passion died and his cock jumped out of her pussy. He stood up on his knees between her legs and saw the mockery in her eyes.
The bitch, he thought. She's laughing at me!
Ben stood up and locked the zipper over his now limp cock.
Honey scrambled to her feet, her face ashen. "Don't blow your cool, big daddy; I was only kidding. Hell, I love to tease people."
"You teased the wrong one, Honey."
"Wait! We had a bargain."
"The deal's off," Ben said as he turned toward the police car. "Get somebody else to develop your film."
He reached the driver's side of the car, but he didn't get all the way inside, for a whisper later Honey snatched up a thick length of tree limb and brought it down against the back of his skull; he sank to the sand without a sound, but not all the way unconscious. He rolled over on his back and looked up at Honey.
"Why?" he asked, weakly.
"I don't like people who go back on their promises, big daddy," Honey said acidly. "You told me to get somebody else to develop my film. Know something? That's exactly what I'm going to do."
And then she cracked him over the head again.
This time... he went all the way down to the bottom of oblivion... and stayed there.
CHAPTER SIX
SUSY WEBSTER PULLED UP IN FRONT OF the box-like cinder block building that served as the island police station, jail and her brother's living quarters, and killed the engine. A moment later she saw Honey Pilgrim step out into the early night. Susy slammed the car door and walked up to the girl. She noted that Honey looked frightened. She wondered why as she nodded toward the camera case that dangled from its strap at Honey's hip and asked, "Been doing the tourist bit by taking pictures?"
Honey laughed uneasily. "I came here to see Ben."
"I'll bet."
"Only he isn't here."
Susy's eyes lingered on Honey's breasts. "I wouldn't lose any sleep over it. I'm sure you can find other men on this island who aren't as particular as my brother."
Honey smiled sweetly. "Like Gil Flannery?"
Susy's lips stretched in a thin line of anger. "You stay away from Gil, you bitch, or I'll scratch your eyes out!"
Honey laughed. Then she turned and walked off through the moonlight, her tight little haunches twitching with happiness.
Susy sighed and thought... one of these days I'm going to forget she's just a kid and beat the hell out of her.
She entered the cinder block building and found the front desk unoccupied. She moved toward the two-man cellblock in search of the old wino who answered to the name of Sultana. She found him asleep in the first cell. An empty wine bottle rested beside his head. Susy bent over Sultana and slapped his face. No response. She slapped him a few more times, and this time she succeeded in bringing him to a sitting position on the cot. Sultana rubbed his stinging cheek and said, "Did you have to do that, lady?"
"Would you like more of the same?"
"No."
"Then tell me where Ben is."
Sultana swung his bony legs to the floor. The blanket covering him from the belt down landed in a puddle around his feet and Susy found herself surprised to discover him sans pants or shorts. She forgot about Ben for the moment and asked, "Who stripped you?"
Sultana burped. "That nice little Pilgrim girl. She came to visit me, with a bottle, and after a few samples from the flowing bowl we came back here to find out if I still had a good time left in me."
Susy examined his wrinkled penis and noted the lipstick traces on it. She smiled suddenly. "Did you?"
Sultana shook his head. "I don't remember."
She pointed at his smeared cock. "Something happened between you and Honey Pilgrim."
Sultana smiled. "I remember her taking my thing in her mouth, to see if she could make it stiff, but right after that I passed out. I wonder if I came?"
Susy wasn't interested in finding out. She lifted her eyes from his wrinkled penis and changed the subject back to her brother. Sultana shook his head. He couldn't help her. Ben hadn't contacted the office since just before noon.
"Did Ben say where he was when he called in?"
Sultana frowned. "He said he was coming in from the Gulf."
"Coming here?"
Sultana nodded. "You don't suppose he ran into some sort of trouble, do you?"
"I'm beginning to wonder about that." It was her turn to frown. "What did Honey Pilgrim want with Ben?"
"Nothing. Said she came to see me. She needed a favor."
"Oh?"
"Wanted to use the lab to develop some pictures. I couldn't let her do that. Told her so." Sultana wobbled to his feet. "Let me check something." He left and returned shortly. "She used the lab."
"How can you tell?"
"Because the door to the lab was locked, and now the lock is broken."
Susy was beginning to smell a rat. She left the cell and retraced her steps to the front end of the building. She picked up the phone and called the Pirate Inn. Flannery wasn't there. She tried a few of the bars, without success, and then gave up.
"Maybe he went to the mainland," Sultana said.
"I don't think so."
"Then where is he?"
"That's what I want you to find out. Climb into a pair of pants and find Flannery." She fished a five-dollar bill out of her purse and handed it to him. "Prowl the bars until you find him, then send him out to the Pilgrim place."
"Will do. You think Ben is in a jam?"
"I'm sure he is."
"Then you can count on me to stay sober until I find Flannery. When Ben's in trouble, so am I. Ben is my friend."
Susy sailed through the door, and a few minutes later she slid her car to a stop in front of Opal Pilgrim's house. She entered without knocking and found Opal kneeling before the occupied sofa with a cock in her mouth. Gil Flannery's cock.
Opal was oblivious to everything except the cock that filled her mouth. Flannery didn't see her, either. Flannery was too drunk to see anything. Susy remained silent until Opal finished sucking Flannery off, and then she made her presence known by saying, "If you're finished draining the come from Gil's dick, I'd like to talk with him."
Opal jumped to her feet and glared at Susy.
"What's the big idea of barging in like this, you bitch?"
Susy acted without thinking; she pushed her hands against Opal's naked breasts and sent the woman backwards across the room. Opal lost her balance and fell on her haunches.
"Sit there," Susy hissed. "Sit there and keep quiet or I'll really clobber you." She shifted her attention to Flannery. "Gil? Are you sober enough to hear me?"
Flannery squinted at her, nodded.
"Then listen closely. I need your help. Ben is among the missing, and I think Honey had something to do with it."
Flannery refused to meet her eyes. "Are you sure, Susy? Ben could have gone across to the mainland. As for Honey, what makes you think she had anything to do with this?"
Susy watched him. "You tell me, Gil. She broke into the police photo lab to develop some film."
"Which proves nothing."
"Except that she knew Ben wouldn't show up to interrupt her."
"Maybe he gave her permission to use the lab."
Susy shook her head. "Honey forced the lock, after she put Sultana to sleep with a bottle of wine."
Emotion crawled across Flannery's face for a few flickering moments, and then he lurched to his feet. He crossed the room and helped Opal up from the floor. He slipped an arm around her waist and treated Susy to a wobbly smile. "I'd like to help you, Susy, but chasing shadows just isn't my bag, so if you'll excuse us... " Susy's face tightened with anger. "You refuse to help me?"
"Give me one good reason why I should?"
"Because Ben is your friend."
"So is Honey."
"Friend? You're a damn fool, Gil. Honey is like a vampire; play with her and she'll suck the blood out of your soul."
Flannery looked ashamed, but there was no anger in his voice as he said, "Lay off, Susy. I don't need you to pick my friends. I'm a big boy now."
"Like hell you are! You're a stupid child who plays cop and acts like a cradle robber after hours. You - oh, what's the use!"
She turned on her heel and ran out into the night. She eased in behind the wheel of her car and spun rubber toward the village, but two minutes away from the Pilgrim house she pulled over to the side of the road and silenced the engine. Her anger was gone, and now she remembered the expression of shame she had seen on Flannery's face when he turned her down in front of Opal Pilgrim.
How dumb can you get? she asked herself. Gil knows that I'm not the type to cry wolf over nothing, and he is Ben's friend, which means that he had to say what he did. But why? Honey. It must have something to do with Honey...
Susy sighed and thumbed the engine to life once more. A pulsebeat later a silhouette rose up from the back seat and the tip of a switchblade pricked the side of her neck.
"Easy does it," Honey Pilgrim said. "I was standing outside the house when you drove up, and after I heard some of the things you said about me, I decided to hide in your car and have a talk with you." She shifted her knife and placed the length of the blade against the side of Susy's throat. "But we can't talk here; somebody might come along and see us. Start driving. I'll tell you when and where to turn."
Susy swallowed hard and set the car in motion. She wondered where Honey was taking her. She didn't wonder long. Honey ordered her to turn onto Moon Shell Road, and a few minutes later she commanded her to turn again. A sob caught in Susy's throat when her headlights picked up the outline of her brother's police car, with him stretched out on the ground beside it, for instinct told her that Ben would never rise again.
"You bitch," Susy shrilled as she brought the car to a stop. "You killed my brother!"
"Don't feel too badly about it, Susy, because you'll be joining him in a few minutes. Get out."
Susy climbed out of the car and dropped to her knees beside Ben, who stared back at her with unseeing eyes. She started to cry, and a heartbeat later Honey sent her into a sprawl, on her back, beside the body of her brother.
Honey waved her switchblade menacingly. "One more peep out of you and you're dead."
Susy checked the insane urge to scream. It would have been a waste of breath. There was nobody around to hear her.
"Better," Honey said. "Now stand up."
Susy did. She held her breath. Her eyes never left the knife in Honey's hand. She was terrified of it... and of the girl who held it.
Honey said, "Come closer, Susy."
Susy came closer. "Don't hurt me."
"I've got no choice."
Susy licked her lips in a nervous gesture. "You do. Let me live and swear I won't tell on you about Ben. Let me live and I'll leave the island; I'll do anything, only don't kill me."
Honey was amused. "Anything?"
A taut smile moved across Susy's lips.
"Yes, anything."
"Then prove it."
"How?"
"By removing your clothing."
"What?"
"Strip, big momma, strip." The steel blade of the knife glinted in the moonlight. "Or would you rather have me do it for you with this?"
Susy made no answer. She lifted her hand to the top button of her blouse and loosened it. She worked her way downward, and a few seconds later the blouse gaped to reveal the lacy half-bra that contained her exciting breasts. She shrugged the blouse from her smooth shoulders and watched it flutter to the sand. Then she loosened the zipper on the hip of her skirt and pushed it free of her hips. Now she was down to her heels, bra and panties.
"Don't stop now," Honey said. "Let me see the rest of you."
Susy reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight from the tears that filled them. She tossed the bra aside. Air rushed against her nipples and stiffened them.
"You have lovely boobs," Honey said. "No damn wonder Flannery fell in love with you."
Susy skinned out of her panties, then her heels, and a moment later she stood naked in the moonlight. A fragment of thought walked into her mind. Something Flannery had mentioned about this island being like Eden. She shook her head. There was another part to that fragment; something she had added to it. What was it? They had been without clothes at the time. Yes, now she remembered; she had commented that they were naked in Eden. It had been funny at the time. It wasn't funny now. She wasn't standing naked in Eden anymore; now she was standing naked on the edge of her grave... and she was frightened.
"Now me," Honey said.
"What?"
"Now you can undress me. Do my halter first."
Susy shivered as the tip of Honey's knife nuzzled her navel, and her fingers quaked slightly as she unfastened the halter and exposed Honey's lush breasts to the air and the moonlight.
"The bikini bottom. Get on your knees and remove it."
Susy obeyed, and in a few seconds they both were naked.
"Keep kneeling, Susy."
"Yes." Her voice sounded distant. She knew what was coming, but she waited for Honey to say it.
"Put your hands on my hips, Susy."
Susy did.
"Now lick my pussy, and do a good job of it, or I'll kill you."
"I - I can't. I don't know how. I never did that before. Please."
"Lick my pussy, damn you!"
Susy took a deep breath and told herself that she would walk out of here alive. She had a plan, and now a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she moved her face toward the lips of Honey's cunt and kissed them. Honey shivered.
"Better," she said. "Much better."
Susy stopped kissing the lips of Honey's cunt and groped for her clitoris. She found it. She took it in her mouth and gave it a violent suck, and then she bit down on it with her sharp teeth.
Honey screamed.
Fainted.
Susy retrieved the switchblade and tossed it into the nearby bushes. She gathered her clothing and started dressing. She was tightening the last button on her blouse when something that felt like the ceiling of the world crashed against the back of her head and flattened her.
"Bitch," Honey said. "You'll pay for this!"
Susy rolled over on her back and shook the cobwebs from her brain, but a heartbeat later she blanked out...
She opened her eyes to a world of pain and found Honey Pilgrim watching her with all the patience of a reptile. Honey was still naked. And angry.
"Welcome back to the living," Honey said. "Welcome back... because I hate to kill someone in his sleep."
Susy swallowed hard. She stared at the switchblade Honey had retrieved from the bushes. The knife was coming closer and closer. Honey sank to her knees and raised the knife. Susy Webster opened her mouth and started screaming...
CHAPTER SEVEN
OPAL PILGRIM WAS DRUNK AND DEAD TO the world. Flannery stopped finger-fucking her and climbed into his clothing. Now that he was certain that Opal hadn't been behind the camera that Honey used to trap him on film, he decided to look in another direction. He thought about Clint Arco and dismissed the man with a mental shrug. Arco was the type of person who couldn't pour piss out of a bottle, unless somebody showed him where the top was, but his sister was something else, and now Flannery made his mind up to pay her a visit.
Ten minutes later he was knocking on Libby Arco's door. Libby answered the door on his third knock. The big woman glared at him.
"What the hell do you want, cop?"
Flannery forced his way inside the house and heeled the door shut behind him. He placed his hands on the big woman's shoulders and tried to ignore the fact that she was attired in nothing more than a bra and panties. "I came here to play twenty questions," he said as he shoved her to a seat on the sofa and watched her tits tremble against the bra that covered them. "Someone stood outside the window of my cabana this morning and snapped some pictures of Honey Pilgrim sucking my cock. It wasn't Opal and it wasn't your brother, which means that the person outside my window was you."
Libby Arco smiled without humor. "Why pick me? I'm not the only person on this island."
"You're my candidate."
"Suppose, just suppose, that you're guessing correctly; what makes you think I'm going to spill my guts?"
"Persuasion."
"Shit."
Flannery fisted Libby's hair and jerked her to her feet. "Talk."
"Fuck you."
He hit her in the stomach.
"You bastard," Libby gasped. "I'll kill you for this!"
Flannery hooked his fingers into the front of her bra and ripped it free of her breasts. This was an accident; he had been reaching for her throat.
Libby glanced at her naked knockers, then lifted her eyes to his face and snarled, "What are you going to do - rape the truth out of me?"
This time Flannery's fingers found her throat. He tightened his grip and backed her shoulder-blades against the nearest wall. He lifted his knee to the crotch of her panties and held it there.
"Do you want this knee I'm holding against your cunt?"
Libby paled. "No."
"Then start talking."
Breath hissed out of her. "What do you want to know?"
"How many pictures did you take of me getting my cock sucked by Honey?"
"None." Flannery applied the pressure of his knee against her cunt. "One more time - how many pictures did you take?"
"None. I'm not kidding, Flannery. I was handling the camera outside your window, but I didn't get any pictures." She laughed nervously. "I overexposed every damn one of them!"
"How can you be sure?"
"Because Honey dropped by after she developed them and told me to keep my mouth shut."
"About the pictures?"
"Among other things."
"What other things?"
"Ben Trout."
"Keep talking."
"Honey killed him this afternoon."
"How do you know?"
"She told me. She asked me to be her alibi, in the event that she was picked up for questioning."
"Makes sense. Do you know where Honey killed Ben?"
"Somewhere along Moon Shell Road."
"Can you lead me to the spot?"
"I'd rather tell you how to get there."
Flannery released his grip on her throat, moved his knee away from the crotch of her panties. "Start talking."
Libby gave him directions, then said, "With Ben dead, what's the hurry, Flannery? A few more minutes won't make any difference." She shook her wide hips at him. "Opal and Honey tell me you're hung like a horse. I like horses. How about trying my mouth out for size?"
Flannery stared at her melon-sized breasts and shrugged. Hell, why not? Once he crammed his cock in her mouth, it wouldn't take him very long to come.
"Well?" she queried.
Flannery placed his hands on her shoulders and forced her to a kneeling position before him.
"Does this answer your question?"
Libby laughed and unsheathed his penis. She admired its noble knob for a moment or two, and then she took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to fellate him. Flannery ignored the cramps that filled his legs and gripped the back of her head. He hunched in and out of her mouth, and each hunch lifted him higher and higher until, finally, he rested his balls against her chin and exploded the bomb of release.
"Opal and Honey were right about you," Libby said awhile later. "You are hung, and you are juicy. God, are you ever juicy!"
Flannery no longer hated Libby Arco. He grinned at her and stuffed his cock back inside his pants. He zipped up and moved toward the door.
"Flannery?"
He paused.
"What?"
"If you attempt to take Honey on your own, be careful."
"Oh?"
"She packs a switchblade around with her, and she knows how to use it, believe me."
Flannery grinned at the kneeling mountain of woman. "Why the sudden change of sides, Libby?"
She smiled back. "Maybe I just like the taste of your come."
"Better than a woman's come?"
Libby's face twisted with anger. "You dirty son of a bitch! I'll -"
"Now you sound normal," Flannery said as he opened the door and walked off into the night. He paused a few yards away from the house and glanced back. He saw Libby's silhouette at the window. She was using the phone. He nodded and mumbled, "And now you're acting normal, too."
He sighed loudly.
And then he started running in the direction of Moon Shell Road. Ten minutes later he was almost there. His body was drenched with sweat and his lungs ached; his heart hammered against his rib cage and threatened to break out. He slowed to a walk and thought - why am I running like a scared rabbit? Ben is dead. I can't help him.
He stopped to fill his tortured lungs with air, and a heartbeat later he heard a sharp scream cut through the silence of the night around him. Flannery left the dirt road and moved through the trees, in the direction of the scream that no longer reached his ears. He saw the glint of moonlight on metal ahead of him and started to reach for the snub-nosed .38 that went with the police badge he carried, but at this precise moment a twig snapped behind him and the voice of Honey Pilgrim said, "Pluck that gun out of your shoulder holster with two fingers and toss it behind you, Gil."
Flannery's hand froze in mid-air. He spoke without turning. "I think I'll gamble, Honey; you're too far away to hurt me with that shiv of yours."
"You may be right, big daddy, but this gun of Ben's I'm holding can cover a lot of distance in one hell of hurry, so get with it and drop that gun!"
Flannery obeyed. He lifted the gun from his shoulder holster with two fingers and tossed it behind him. He took a deep breath and turned to face Honey. She stood naked in the moonlight.
Naked.
And armed with Ben Trout's gun.
"I heard a scream," Flannery said.
"The voice belonged to Susy Webster. A very weak person, Gil. Definitely not your type."
"Belonged? Is she -?"
"Dead?" Honey shrugged and made her naked breasts dance. "She's stretched out near the car, beside her brother. Why don't you see for yourself?"
Flannery moved toward the two parked cars, and with every step he took he expected to get shot by the deadly doll behind him, but nothing happened. He reached the cars and stopped dead in his tracks. The blood drained from his face and horror choked his voice.
"My god, my god!"
Honey laughed wildly. "Not very pretty, is he? I just finished with him when you came up. A few more minutes and Susy would have looked the same."
Flannery turned away from the skinned-out blob of flesh that had once been a policeman named Ben Trout, and did his best to keep from throwing up. Then he sank to his knees beside Susy and examined her. The stab wound in her stomach looked vicious. Blood ran out of it, but she was still alive.
He stood up and faced Honey again.
He let her think that both of her victims were dead.
"Why?" he croaked. "Why Ben, and why Susy?"
"Because Ben was your friend, and Susy because she loved you."
Flannery shook his head. "That's not the real reason why you killed them, Honey. You killed them because you're insane."
"Shut up!"
Flannery edged toward her. The thought of dying no longer bothered him. He wanted Honey, and he intended to get her... even at the price of his own life.
"Insane," he repeated as he inched forward. "Off your wire. Bombed out of your tree. Stark raving mad."
Honey's beautiful face twisted into an ugly mask and her voice lashed out at him like a sharp whip. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Her finger tightened around the trigger of the gun she held. "I had to kill them! Don't you understand? I had to kill them!"
"Why?"
"Because of Mickey."
"Mickey is dead. I killed him."
"You didn't! Mickey is here!" She choked on her own saliva. "Are you blind? Can't you see him standing here beside me?"
"I see something, but it isn't your dead twin," Flannery said harshly. "All I see is a vicious girl with a kinked-up brain." He was within reaching distance of the gun in her hand. "You look crazy, you talk crazy and you smell crazy."
"Shut up!"
Flannery saw her finger cuddle up against the trigger and dropped into a crouch just as she fired; the bullet slapped into a tree behind him, and a whisper later he stood up and wrestled the gun out of Honey's grip. He reserved the gun in his hand and started to club her senseless with it, but before he could get set she kneed him in the nuts and tried to claw his eyes out. "I'll kill you!" she hissed.
Flannery dropped the gun and grabbed his balls. Honey tried for his face again, missed. He wrestled her to the sand and straddled her naked stomach. Honey locked her arms around his neck and pulled his face between her heaving breasts. Flannery couldn't breathe. He twisted his head and a nipple popped into his mouth. The nipple was stiff with excitement.
"Die, damn you," Honey shouted. "Die, die, die!"
Flannery groped between her squirming legs and yanked at the patch of hair that covered her cunt. Honey yelped and shoved him away from her, and a few seconds later she vanished into the darkness that filled the jungle.
Flannery retrieved Ben's gun and crawled over to Susy Webster. He dug a clean handkerchief from his pocket and attempted to stop the flow of blood from her stomach wound. He was still trying when he heard the approaching sound of sirens. He frowned. Police? They had to be from the mainland. But how? He soon found out.
Flannery briefed the two policemen from the mainland on Honey Pilgrim as he watched a pair of men in white load Susy Webster into the ambulance the cops had brought with them, and then he asked, "Any idea who called you, officers?"
"I did," Libby Arco said as she stepped into the moonlight, but Flannery was too preoccupied with the business of becoming unconscious from the pain Honey's knee had put in his balls to hear her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
GIL FLANNERY AWAKENED TO A NEW day and found Libby Arco standing beside his bed. She was attired in faded denim shorts and a rumpled, short-sleeved blouse, open at the throat. She looked tired, and he concluded that she hadn't slept in a long time. He remembered what she had done for him and said, "Thanks for last night."
Libby lifted her blocky shoulders in a Mexican shrug and made her breasts dance. "Skip it."
"And for Susy Webster."
"Save your thanks where Susy is concerned, Gil; she's not out of the woods yet. I called the hospital just before you woke up. She's still on the critical list, but the doctors are giving her a fifty-fifty chance to make it."
"Then she'll make it. She's young. She'll bounce back."
"Speaking of making it - do you think you'll live? The doctor said you took a pretty stiff kneeing." She smiled. "How are your nuggets this morning?"
"They aren't sore."
Libby laughed. "You can't keep a good pair of balls down. Are you hungry?"
"No." He sat up in bed and the sheet dropped to his lap. He knew he was naked but it didn't keep him from kicking the sheet toward the foot of the bed and swinging his long legs to the floor. He reached for a cigarette and asked, "Honey?"
"Still at large."
"Maybe she reached the mainland."
Libby scratched a kitchen match across the seat of her denim shorts and touched it to his cigarette. "The fuzz don't seem to share your opinion. They figure she's still holed up on this island. The posse's been beating the bushes ever since dawn, and the consensus is that they'll have her under the key before nightfall. You sure you're not hungry?"
"I'm sure. I could use a cup of jamoke."
Libby walked over to the perc and returned with a cup of coffee. She sat down beside him and pressed her ample hip against his. Then she placed her hand on his flaccid penis and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"I wouldn't mind some of your cock for breakfast," she said. Her ugly face softened in a smile. "I've been examining the menu, off and on, all night."
"I don't think I can get a bone up."
"Mind if I try?"
"After you answer a question."
"Fire away."
"Have you seen Opal Pilgrim since last night?"
Libby continued to toy with his now hardening cock. She nodded. "She went into the jungle with the posse. She's hoping she can convince Honey to give herself up before she kills someone else."
"How can she kill? She's unarmed."
"No, she isn't. Honey dropped Ben Trout's gun in the scuffle you two had, but she managed to cut out with yours. Leastwise, the fuzz haven't been able to find it."
"Is Opal pissed off at me because of Honey?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
Libby looked at him and betrayed surprise. "You're hung up on Opal, aren't you? Don't bother to answer; I can see it written all over your face."
"You're wrong, Libby. I feel sorry for Opal. I killed her son, and now I'm responsible for her daughter being on the run. I blew her life all to hell by coming to this island."
Libby squeezed his turgid flesh. "And I'm going to blow you." She had a one-track mind.
Flannery wanted to push her hand away from his throbbing cock, but he didn't. He kept remembering that Libby had practically saved his life. He owed her for that. There was also the fact that she did suck a good peter.
"Lock the door," he said.
"I already did."
Flannery placed his coffee cup on the nightstand and stood up to face the still-seated girl. He slipped his hands under her armpits and brought her erect. He didn't kiss her. He simply placed his hands against her breasts and said, "Aren't you going to strip and get comfortable."
"Why don't you do the honors?"
Flannery attacked the buttons of her blouse, and in a few seconds the blouse yawned to reveal her lacy half-bra, the upper hemispheres of her melon-sized breasts, and the deep valley between them. No doubt about it; this AC-DC girl had the largest and prettiest pair of tits he had ever seen.
"Nice bra," he said.
"How about the goodies behind it?"
"Magnificent, only your nipples aren't stiff."
Her face was flushed. "Pinch them a little and they'll get as hard as the cock I'm holding in my hand."
Flannery pinched the peaks of her cloth-covered breasts. He pinched hard. Libby moaned. Her nipples blossomed.
"See?"
He saw. Her nipples stabbed against the material that held them captive. They were long, and suckable. He licked his lips. He wanted to suck them.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at my boobs?"
Flannery grinned and unclasped her bra. He spilled her breasts into nakedness, then moved his face between them. A whisper later he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while he loosened the zipper on the hip of her denim shorts and forced them down around her knees. His hand moved between her thighs. She wasn't wearing any panties. He jammed a long finger in her cunt and made her grunt.
"Stop that," Libby said. "I don't dig fingers or peters in my box."
Flannery backed his digit out of her twat and stopped sucking her tits. His own cock was in torment, and now he pushed her denim shorts downward and helped her out of them. He tossed her shorts aside and admired her jutting clitoris for a moment or two before he touched it with the tip of a finger and asked, "Ever screw another woman with that thing, Libby?"
"A few, but right now I'm more interested in sucking a cock, so sit on the edge of the bed and give me something to chew on."
Flannery lowered his haunches to the edge of the bed. Libby sank to her knees between his parted legs and hooked a fat finger around the base of his veined love flute. She licked her lips in a moistening gesture, and then her lips parted to receive his gift of flesh. Flannery gripped the girl's ears and hunched forward to fill her mouth with the entire length of his penis; Libby didn't even bother to grunt.
"Ah," he said as he continued to dig his fingers into her ears, "you certainly know how to suck a dick, Libby."
Libby's lips began to work like the gills on a fish out of water, and a pulsebeat later her hand palmed his scrotum. He shuddered. The friction of her fingers on his balls added fuel to his lust, and made him oblivious to everything except the fast approach of orgasm. He squirmed and released his grip on her ears. He stroked her hair, her face, her swinging breasts, and then he patted her big ass while her tongue and teeth and mouth and fingers lifted him to new and greater heights.
"I'm almost there," he rasped. "Almost."
Libby's fingers were clutching and clawing his balls, and he was on the verge of coming when, suddenly, the door shattered inward and Clint Arco burst into the room with a handful of gun.
Flannery forgot about coming and shoved Libby away from his cock. She landed on her back. Flannery jumped over her and twisted Arco's wrist just as he tripped the trigger; the bullet angled past his left hip and thudded into something behind him. A whisper later Arco stopped struggling and released his grip on the gun.
"My god," he exclaimed, "I shot my sister!"
Flannery shoved Arco away from him and went over to the fallen girl. Libby had caught her brother's bullet between the breasts, and was dead.
Two deaths in less than twenty-four hours, Flannery thought as he located his pants and stepped into them, and all because I accepted an anonymous invitation to come to Mermaid Island...
The sound of approaching feet and voices came toward the cabin, and a few seconds later Sultana and a few villagers entered the room.
Flannery nodded toward the sobbing Arco. "This is the pussy you want. Take him in and book him."
Arco went quietly. The room emptied. Only Sultana remained, but not out of friendship. He had the shakes. He needed a drink. Flannery nodded toward a bottle on the dresser, then waited until Sultana swallowed a third of it before he asked, "Any word on the whereabouts of Honey Pilgrim?"
Sultana shook his head.
"Is Opal still with the posse?"
"No. She went home about an hour ago." Sultana looked toward the bottle. "Mind if I have another drink to celebrate the loss of a good friend?"
"Meaning Ben Trout?"
Sultana nodded. "Best friend I ever had."
"Then why celebrate his death?"
"Because it's the way he would have wanted it."
Flannery handed Sultana the bottle, then slipped into a shirt and moved toward the door. There he paused and said, "If you intend to finish that bottle here, I'd advise you to stay away from the window. I wouldn't want Honey Pilgrim to make a mistake and shoot you in place of me."
CHAPTER NINE
HONEY MOVED IN A DAZE. She hardly remembered finding the narrow trail that led her out of the jungle, past the posse she could hear on both sides of her. She was tired. So very tired. And hungry.
"Got to get home," she said aloud. "Scared. Need help. Need Mickey's help. Yes, Mickey will help me."
She glanced at the gun in her hand. It felt heavy. She wondered what she was doing with the gun. She would have to ask her twin brother about that. Mickey knew a lot about guns. Mickey was smart in a lot of ways.
Honey approached the house from the rear. She entered it quietly, without knowing why. She paused inside the kitchen and listened. There was nothing but the silence.
"Mickey?"
No answer.
"Mickey? Are you home?"
Silence. Honey frowned, and then she remembered: Mickey was dead. Shot during a hold-up by a cop named Flannery.
A sob caught in her throat as the past collided with the present. Now she remembered everything. Last night... she had killed two people... and now the law was searching for her.
She felt alone, and frightened.
Got to get out of here, she told herself, but not without food, clothing or money.
She placed the gun on the table and opened the refrigerator. She pulled a cold drumstick from yesterday's chicken and bit into it. A heartbeat later she heard a car stop outside the house. She snatched the gun from the edge of the table and ran into the bathroom. She stepped into the shower stall and slid the frosted-glass door into place, but not all the way. She wanted to be able to see, to hear.
She heard the dialing of the phone, and then her mother's voice asking someone at the other end of the line to call back as soon as they heard anything. Honey knew that the call concerned her. She wondered what Opal would say or do if she knew that she was this close to her.
The bitch would probably ask me to leave, or call the cops, Honey thought. She used to be a good mother, but not anymore; not since that god damn Flannery showed up on this island. One feel and one taste of his cock was all she needed to forget about Mickey. Well, I'm not going to forget. Somewhere, somehow... I'm going to get that fucking Flannery.
Honey became monolithic as the door opened and Opal padded into the bathroom. She put her eye to the space she had left in the sliding door and watched Opal go through the motions of filling the bathtub. Honey smirked and thought, she doesn't even know I'm here.
Opal shrugged out of her white terry-cloth robe and let it fall to the tesselated floor, then tested the temperature of the water with her toe. Honey's tortured brain screamed: I hope the water scalds you, Mother! It didn't.
Opal shook some bath crystals into the water, then flipped her cigarette into the toilet bowl. She slipped into the tub and permitted the scented water to drown her thighs and hips and pussy, then her dimpled navel and her lush breasts. She reached for the pink bar of soap and lifted her breasts above the water. She lathered them quite liberally, and now her stiff nipples jutted through the foam that surrounded them.
"You little rascals," Opal told her nipples. "You're just begging for a sucking, aren't you?"
The bitch, Honey thought as she watched and listened to her mother. All she can think about is sex. Mickey doesn't matter. I don't matter. As far as she is concerned, both of her children are dead...
The back screen door opened and snapped shut, and a second later Honey heard Flannery's voice.
"Opal?"
Opal stepped out of the tub and padded out of the bathroom, in the nude. Honey waited until she heard them settle down in the living room before she left the shower stall. They didn't see or hear her cross over into the Florida room. She concealed herself behind a drape and watched Flannery lower his ass to the sofa, and then she heard him say, "Libby Arco got shot at my place awhile ago."
"Dead?"
"Yes."
"Honey?"
"Clint. He tried for me and got her by mistake. Speaking of Honey -" Opal sat down beside him and grabbed his cock. "Forget Honey. Let's talk about the living. Let's talk about you and me, about our future."
Flannery pushed Opal's hand away from his cock. His voice turned angry. "Your kid is running from a murder rap and you say forget her? What the hell kind of a woman are you anyhow?"
Before Opal could reply Honey stepped into view and pointed Flannery's .38 at them. Her eyes were wild with insanity, and some of the same wildness edged her voice.
"I'll tell you what kind of a woman she is," Honey hissed. "She's the kind of bitch who belongs in a coffin, underground, where she won't be able to hurt anybody, ever again."
Opal paled. "Honey, don't say things like that! I'm your mother. I want to help you."
"It didn't sound that way a minute ago."
"I was conning Flannery. I knew you were in the house. I was distracting him for you."
"You're a liar. You've always been a liar. And soon you'll be dead."
Flannery shook his head at the naked girl. "Don't be a fool, Honey. You might be able to plead insanity for the one murder, but not for two -"
"I've already killed two people."
Flannery found himself sweating. "Only one. Susy Webster isn't dead. Give me that gun and let me help you, Honey."
"Get fucked. I don't intend to die of old age in some stinking cage, or at a funny farm filled with rubber rooms."
Flannery kept sweating. "Don't be a fool, Honey. This island is sealed off and crawling with cops; you don't stand the chance of a snowball in hell when it comes to reaching the mainland."
"I'm a good swimmer."
"Not that good, baby," Opal said. "It's seven miles across to the mainland, and nobody has made it yet."
"I will. Too bad you two won't be around to see me do it." She smiled at her mother. "That's right, Opal. I'm going to send you and this kid killer to hell together, and that way you won't be deprived of the cock you love so much it made you forget that the man attached to it murdered Mickey."
Opal swallowed hard. "Honey, listen to me-"
"Shut up! I'm tired of listening to you. Mickey listened to you and it got him killed; I don't want the same thing to happen to me."
"Honey-" Honey ignored her mother and glared at Flannery. Her smile was wicked. "That's right, fuzz. Opal was the one who conned Mickey into pulling that stick-up. She used her own son, she used me, and now she's going to do her best to use you."
Flannery forced a smile to his lips. "She can't use me if I'm dead, Honey."
Honey looked confused. Her mind was drifting again. "Who's dead?"
He did his best to keep her distracted. "Your brother is dead. You were just telling us about it. You said that Opal conned him into pulling that armed robbery. Tell me about it."
Honey laughed suddenly, and her eyes turned wilder. "I'd rather show you how she conned Mickey, fuzz. She did it with her mouth, with her pussy and with her asshole. It's called incest. She had Mickey so hung up on her body he didn't know which end was up." She nosed the gun toward her mother. "Show this killer with a badge how you ruined your own son, Opal. Make his cock hard and then let him shove it up your ass. Do it... now!"
"No!"
Honey's fingers tightened around the gun, and a heartbeat later Flannery's foot shoot out and kicked the gun out of her hand. He didn't give her the opportunity to recover from her surprise. He jumped to his feet and tucked a handful of knuckles under her jaw. Honey collapsed without a sound, unconscious before her face kissed the floor.
Flannery moved toward the gun he had kicked out of Honey's hand.
"Hold it, Gil!"
He turned to find Opal covering him with another gun and shook his head. "I wondered when you'd get around to acknowledging the invitation you sent me."
"I wasn't going to, Gil, only Honey talked too much and now I must." She patted the weapon she held and smiled. "This is the gun Mickey used the night you shot him, Gil. He wasn't unarmed. I was in that alley. I'm the one who picked up the gun."
"And later sent me an invitation to death because your own guilt caught up with you?"
"Something like that. I thought I'd bring you to this island and kill you. Then I got hooked on that cock of yours and changed my mind, until Honey went berserk."
"Don't give me that crap, Opal. You were going to feed Honey to the dogs."
Opal shook her head. "I really did know she was here when you arrived. I intended to help her. I still intend to help her, right after I kill you."
"Drop that gun, Mrs. Pilgrim," Sultana said as he came up behind Opal and stuck his gun against her spine. "If there's going to be anymore shooting, I'll be the one who does it."
Opal dropped the gun.
Flannery heaved a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Sultana. I owe you my life."
"Remember that when you take over Ben Trout's job and start thinking about replacing me with someone else."
"What makes you think I'm going to take Ben's job?"
"Susy Webster. I talked to her at the hospital awhile ago. She wants to see you. Go ahead. I'll take care of these two."
Flannery hesitated. "Is that all she said, Sultana? That she wanted to see me?"
Sultana frowned. "She said a few other things, but none of it made any sense."
"Probably delirious."
"Must have been. Kept telling me to let you know that you and her had a date to go walking naked in Eden."
"We do have a date to go walking naked in Eden," Flannery said as he moved toward the door. "A long walk. One that will last forever."
