"Come over here!" he snarled, pulling her hair. He forced her around so that she was facing him. Her eye was slightly swollen and there was just the faintest trace of purple around the edges. Suddenly he released his grip on her hair. He spoke to her softly. "Be a good girl an' I won't hurt you, Judy. All you have to do is take it. I'll show you how."
Judy trembled as he reached over and grabbed the bottom of her pullover. He gave it a yank and tugged it over her head. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head while he yanked it completely off. His hands glided around her half-naked back till his fingers found the bra clasp. He un-snapped it and watched as her tits, free of the restraining garment, suddenly thrust forward ...
Chapter 1
"Fuck 'em! ... Fuck 'em all!" Larry Storm swore as he dropped exhausted onto his bunk. Only twenty-three, he was tall for his age, so that when he lay down on his small, narrow cot, his feet protruded several inches over the end of the mattress. His anger was directed at his foreman, Tex Clayborn. Larry had been after Tex to supply him with a larger cot ever since he had come to the ranch some six months before, but Tex, who seemed to harbor a mysterious grudge against all Easterners, wasn't the least bit sympathetic. And when he somehow found out that Larry was an ex-con sent to the ranch on parole, he had become downright abusive.
A string of invective poured from Larry's lips as he settled his long frame on the bunk. He lay on his back with his arms crossed behind his head and stared off into the rafters, recalling Tex's last words on the subject of a bigger bunk.
"Listen, city boy ... if you ain't happy with that there bunk, you kin allus sleep on the floor. You want a larger one, you hightail it into town and git it with yer own money ... This here's a workin' ranch, not a high class hotel for smart-ass ex-cons!"
Larry's blood had boiled at Tex's reference to his past. Son-of-a-bitch! He had wanted to deck the bastard right then and there but such a move on his part would have constituted a luxury he couldn't afford-not if he valued his precious freedom. "The dirty bastard is just itchin' for me to throw the first punch so he can have me charged with assault," he mumbled, staring at his feet hanging over the end of the bunk.
Larry knew only too well the consequences of such a charge. One wrong move, just one, and he'd be sent back to Fallsburg prison to finish out his term of ten years, five of which he had already served. Reluctantly, he decided that there was nothing he could do but keep his nose clean.
A sudden noise outside. He sat bolt upright, cocking his ear against the rising of the wind. Might be Hank or Josh comin' back from town, he thought to himself. But no, the silence returned and he lay down again. Probably a God-damned tumbleweed blowin' against the door. Too bad. He would have liked some company. Sighing wearily, he closed his eyes to the bare-raftered, four-bunk cottage he shared with the other hands and let his mind drift back into his past-an unenviable past filled with bitter memories.
March 15th was the day it had begun; the nightmare which had cost him five years of his life. It all started coming back to him now. He had been drinking on and off since nine o'clock that Saturday evening, breezing in and out of one bar after another in his search for a nice piece of ass to take back to his little apartment for a week-end of nonstop fucking. He had had no luck, and it was nearly one. The bars closed at two. He'd have to hurry.
He left the crowded cocktail lounge, jumped into his car, and drove fast down the highway, his eyes scanning both sides of the road for the next watering spot. Suddenly, there it was, the High Hat Inn, flashing its red and blue neon sign in the darkness. Larry pulled into the parking lot and headed for the door. He was high, but nowhere near being drunk as he pushed through the swinging doors and walked up to the bar. "Gimme a triple shot ... gin," he added, nodding toward a half-empty bottle before him. While the bartender fixed his drink, Larry's eyes took a fast turn around the place, filled mostly with family-type couples in their late thirties and early forties. The atmosphere was decidedly friendly. Everybody seemed to know everybody else. All except the pretty blonde.
She was sitting alone in the very last booth on the far side of the room, idly drumming her fingertips against the side of her glass. Larry kept his eyes on her, wondering if she were alone. Maybe her date had only gone into the men's room. In that case, he'd be out soon enough. He decided to wait and see what developed. He paid for his drink, sipping at it from time to time while he eyed the blonde covertly via the huge mirror behind the bar. Fifteen minutes later she was still alone and Larry decided to move in on her. He finished his drink, ordered another, scooped up his change and, with glass in hand, slipped off the bar stool and strode purposefully towards the booth. He noticed she kept her eyes lowered and didn't look up till he was standing before her. He took a deep breath.
"No sense sittin' here all by yourself, beautiful ... 'less you prefer it that way. Mind if I join you?"
She looked up and smiled. Her eyes gave him the fast once-over, and Larry could have sworn they lingered for a moment on the slight bulge at his crotch. "Not at all," she replied, batting her eyes provocatively. "Name's Connie ... what's yours?"
"Larry," he told her, slipping into the booth.
She had the biggest pair of tits he had ever seen and he had to struggle to keep his eyes off them. She was a real knock-out! Probably not more than seventeen, he figured. He was wondering how she was able to get served when her voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Care to dance?"
"Sure, let's go," he replied, getting to his feet.
On the floor, he held her in a loose embrace, gliding through the number with effortless ease. Even under the influence, Larry moved like a pro, and Connie seemed to know all there was to know about following.
She seemed to know a lot of other things too.
For instance, like how to get a guy all hot and bothered. Larry suddenly felt the warm crush of her tantalizing body pressing hard against him. Too hard! He could feel the firmness of her tits as she rubbed them against his chest. She grew steadily bolder, pushing her fully-rounded knee between his thighs whenever they executed a turn. Gasping, Larry glanced down at her, but she merely lowered her eyelids, pretending innocence. By the time the number was over, his cock was so stiff, he had to limp back to the booth. It was just his luck to run into a cock-teaser, and Connie was a cock-teaser, no doubt about it.
Turning a guy on was her specialty-it was how she got her kicks. She knew Larry had a big cock the moment she laid eyes on him and now she had him right where she wanted him. She couldn't wait to get him on the floor again, to feel his bulging maleness pressing against her groin. Poor Connie. It had always been that way with her; always the tease but ever the virgin. As she sat across from her latest conquest, she could hardly contain herself. Dazzling him with her smile, she felt once again at the height of her glory.
Had Connie been a mind reader, she would have abandoned her little caper right then and there, for each time Larry returned her sloe-eyed smile, he kept thinking: "You little cock-teaser! I'm gonna shove my big horse-cock down your throat if it's the last thing I do!" As it turned out, his secret threat proved all too prophetic.
But of course Connie couldn't read his thoughts, and she continued her merciless game. At one point, he felt her ankle rubbing his calf. Turned on anew, he attempted to curl his leg around hers, but she quickly withdrew it, wagging her finger at him. "Naughty boy! Not nice to do that," she teased.
They sat for a while, sipping at their drinks and trading meaningless small talk when suddenly she jumped up. "It's one of my favorite numbers," she cried, reaching for his hand as the opening strains of a waltz filled the room. Reluctantly, he rose and followed her to the floor.
From behind, Larry discovered right off two good reasons why Connie seemed so sure of herself. What an ass! Any broad with that kind of equipment needed little else to impress a man, and Larry was impressed. Each globe was perfectly rounded like a melon, swiveling up and down independent of the other, and below those moving melons, his eyes traced the line of her deeply rounded thighs as they widened out into her hips.
He held her loosely like the first time, just to make certain in his own mind that it wasn't all a figment of his lusting imagination. But no, as soon as he had her in his arms again, he felt her thigh moving between his knees. Pulling her closer to his chest, he fitted his rising cock between the space of her thighs and pressed the rapidly growing pole tightly against her soft flesh. When his hand went down to caress her ass, she turned cold and pushed away.
"What's the matter with you? Got ants in your pants or somethin'?" Her voice was mocking him.
Larry smiled grimly. It was damned uncomfortable trying to dance with his prick pushing against his pants. Connie threw her head back and laughed at his clumsy attempts to hide the ever-growing bulge, and the mocking sound of her laughter in his ears increased his sense of frustration. Mercifully, the dance ended and they returned to the booth.
"LAST CALL, EVERYBODY! WE CLOSE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!"
Both turned to look at the bar where already a large crowd was gathering for the last refill. "Oh, damn!" Connie said, frowning, "I could've danced with you all night."
Larry thought fast. "Listen, if ya wanna go for another hour, I know a place where we can dance till three."
Connie's eyes shot up in surprise. "Yeah? Where?"
"Little place about four miles from here ... I know the owner."
"Well, let's go. What are we waiting for?" she said, grabbing her purse.
Elated, Larry got to his feet and escorted her out to the car. Once they were on the highway, he cast his eyes furtively about, seeking a nice, secluded side-road ... a road that would lead them well away from the main highway.
Connie was busy dialing for music on the radio when Larry finally spotted the entrance to a dirt road, half-hidden under some low-hanging tree branches. He glanced nervously at Connie who was still twisting the dial as he slowed down. In the dim light of the instrument panel, Larry could make out the fullness of her over-ripe tits as they hung heavily against the front of her sweater. As he turned the car into the side road, she looked up.
"Say! What is this? An after hours joint? Must be, way out here!"
"Yeah, sort of," he replied, thinking she must be a real dumb bitch if she hadn't suspected by this time what was on his mind. He continued down the road for perhaps a mile when suddenly the road petered out in a little clearing. They had come to a dead end. As he doused the lights and killed the motor, Connie sucked in her breath and stared out at the forbidding darkness. She could see nothing. The sound of crickets was heavy in the night. As realization set in, she turned and looked at him.
"What ... what's going on? This ain't no club, it's a lover's lane. I want to be taken back right now!"
An evil grin suddenly tugged at the corners of Larry's mouth. "That's right baby. It's a lover's lane, an' I'm gonna fuck the ass off ya!"
Connie's eyes widened with fear. "No! You touch me an' I'll scream, I'm warning you!" She grabbed the door handle and yanked frantically.
Larry's grin was a mixture of triumph and contempt as he moved across the seat. "You ain't gonna open it, cock-teaser. So now whatcha gonna do?"
He was enjoying her fear, like a spider with a fly. Frustration had become a mixture of hatred and unbridled lust. He reached down, pressed a button on the door, and sent the seat sliding back on its rails.
Connie realized she was trapped and she tried to talk her way out of it. Her voice sounded strangely flat as she attempted to reason with him. "Look," she began, "I admit I teased you a little, but I really meant no harm ... just having a little fun, that's all. Can't you take a little kidding?"
Larry stared at her, a cold grin frozen on his face. He began to laugh, a harsh, mirthless laugh which sent chills up and down her spine.
"Yeah, baby, I can take a little kidding," he rasped, "but now it's your turn."
She saw his hand at his fly. Heard the sound of the zipper as he pulled it down. Next, his hand went to his buckle. "Look," she pleaded, a note of agony creeping into her voice, "why don't we talk it over ... ? Maybe I wouldn't mind ... if I knew you a little better."
Her plea was in vain, for Larry realized she was still playing games. Quickly he worked his dick out of his shorts. When he had it out and fully exposed he leaned back and spread his thighs, while his right hand began to pump his swollen cock up and down with slow, steady strokes. He turned sideways and spread his legs wider, treating her to a sight he sensed she had never seen before. "How d'ya like that, eh?" He waited for her to reply, and when she didn't, he continued taunting her. "Look at that head, baby," he groaned, increasing the speed of his strokes. "The fuckin' thing is bigger'n yer fist. Look at it!"
Connie gasped, fascinated at the sight of the rigid pole jutting stiffly up between his thighs. The head was larger than a doorknob, and the more he stroked it, the bigger it got. In her wildest fantasies, Connie had never imagined anything so huge.
"Whattaya think of that?" he asked again, shaking his stiffened prick from side to side. Connie's hand went to her mouth in astonishment. She watched as it bobbed obscenely in the dim light. "Reach hold of it and try it out for size," he growled, balling up his fist to convince her he meant business.
Connie knew he meant to have his way with her. Lowering her eyes and steeling herself for the ordeal, she reached over and touched his throbbing dick lightly with her fingertips, then pulled her hand away.
Larry balled up his fist again and placed it under her chin. "You move over here real close, goddammit, and wrap your hand around it ... tight!" he added, spreading his legs even wider.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached down into his lap and grasped the huge shaft just behind the fat, oval-shaped head. Grunting, Larry pressed his hand over hers and began moving it up and down, moaning as ripples of pleasure spread from his balls to the pit of his groin. "Squeeze it! Tighter! ... that's it, baby ... now just a little faster!" He felt her soft, delicate hand sliding back and forth over the head and felt that at any moment he was going to drop his load. "That's the way, baby," he crooned as she jerked him off. "Do it nice and easy."
Connie curled her fingers around his thick, heavy shaft and did his bidding. He lay back against the seat, groaning as the muscles of his ass tightened under the steady pressure of her massage. She could feel the shaft pulsing in her hand-growing larger and larger with each stroke. She opened her eyes and stared down at it. Every time she started a backward stroke, the tiny slit in the head of his cock opened slightly as the tight foreskin moved back over the sensitive glans.
Larry sucked in his breath as she pulled at his cock. She had it standing up now, big and hard, and he began to feel the heat building up deep in his balls. He scrunched down further in the seat so that his cock was more visible to her gaze. Now she could see the thick, purplish veins that criss-crossed the bulging head.
"Squeeze harder ... pull it ... faster!" he hissed, arching his hips high off the seat. He lifted his leg and dropped it behind her, pulling her closer. "Come on ... down on your knees between my legs."
Connie slid off the seat and knelt down on the floor between his thighs. She reached out with her right hand and curled, her fingers around his cock. Larry gazed down at her through the open V of his thighs, watching as though in a trance as she pumped her hand up and down on his dick.
"That's it! ... little faster ... good ... perfect ... ! Go baby, go!"
Despite her fear, Connie was beginning to derive a certain enjoyment. Up until that moment, she had only dreamed about men's cocks-the bigger the better. But, of course, preferably from a distance. Now, as she gripped his huge dick in her hand, she realized that her cock-teasing days were over. Tonight she was being graduated into the big time. Admittedly, of course, she was being forced into it much against her will, but as long as there was no way out she figured, what the hell? She might just as well enjoy the experience. No harm ... as long as he didn't suspect.
Larry felt his knees jerk as his sperm threatened to rise up along the length of his shaft. He groaned, doubling up, his cock gripped tightly in his fist in order to stem the rising tide. When the indescribable sensation ceased, he moved his fist, bending his stiffened rod till the head was pointed at her lips. "Now you can have the pleasure of suckin' me off, sweetheart, otherwise I'm gonna shove this big prick up that tight little asshole of yours," he growled.
Connie blanched visibly. How could this be happening to her? Jerking a guy off was one thing. But the other! She moved back, shaking her head vehemently to emphasize her distaste for the idea.
Larry ignored her reaction, leaning forward with his free hand to turn up the dash lights. "There, that's better," he said, leaning back, "Now we can both see what you're gonna do." As she crouched against the door, he raised his hips off the seat, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, and yanked them down over his knees, shorts and all. Next, he turned sideways, draped one leg over the back of the seat and the other he propped up on the dashboard, letting his thighs drop wide open.
In spite of herself, Connie could see everything; the stiff, nodding cock as it throbbed against his groin, the fat sac holding his balls, the tight crack of his ass. All were turned up to her view. She began to stare at the sight, fascinated by his lewd exhibitionism. She had never seen anything like it. She watched as he took his cock between his thumb and forefinger and shook it up and down, slapping the huge head briskly against his groin.
"Look at that? Nice, eh?" He slid his hand down to his crotch and thumbed his hairy balls from side to side. "You're gonna suck 'em dry, Connie-baby-bone dry," he informed her with an evil grin on his lips.
As she listened to his obscene command, Connie was suddenly seized by an unholy desire to assist in her own degradation. The sight of Larry's fat, hairy balls moving up and down the crack of his ass and his awesome prick pulsating in her hand like a living snake seemed to hold her spellbound. Trembling with a secret passion, she grasped his rigid shaft in both hands and lowered her head till she felt her lips brushing against the stony hardness of his swelling cockhead. She extended the tip of her tongue, placing it against the tiny slit where already a glob of pre-come reposed like a beaded raindrop. She drew her tongue across the slit and tasted the strange brew. Surprisingly, it wasn't sweet, as she had always imagined it might be. Instead, it tasted bitter, like almonds. She swallowed once and then opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips down over the fullness of his cockhead.
Larry lay back, groaning as he placed both hands behind her neck. When she started blowing him, her head moving slowly up and down over the head of his cock, his hands moved with her, ready to hold her in place the moment he started to come.
Once Connie got used to the gigantic size of his cock, she discovered it wasn't all that bad. In fact, she was beginning to enjoy it. Especially the hard, oval-shaped head, firm yet slightly spongy as she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she opened wide and ran her lips down almost to the base of his hairy groin.
Larry gasped, tensing his buttocks against the maddening sensations she was producing. He could feel the rhythmic contractions deep in his balls as she sucked up the length of his sizzling shaft, her lips moving easily back and forth over the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Each time she drew her moist lips back along the shaft, she created a suction that seemed to pull at the muscles of his asshole.
He was breathing hard now, jerking his hips up and down as she sucked him off. Some sixth sense alerted him to the realization that she was actually enjoying it and his mind reeled with the new awareness. Under heavy-lidded eyes, he watched as her lips stretched tight over the bulbous head of his cock. Connie knew he was watching and, overcome by her own passion, she began flicking her tongue in wild abandon along the sensitive underside of his shaft. He groaned as her mouth closed over his fat balls.
"Ohhhh! ... easy ... that's it! ... ummmm-mmmmmm," he gasped as she slobbered over his nuts. He spread his thighs even wider and pulled her face into his crotch. "Lick it! ... Lick it good."
Connie really started getting the hang of it, nibbling at the furry underside of his balls, lapping her tongue along the crease in the center of his wrinkled sac. She took the loose skin between her lips and chewed it gently till he thought he'd go out of his mind with desire.
Larry's eyes were glazed with lust as he watched her moving lips sucking at his balls. Unable to put off any longer the explosion he knew was imminent, he pulled her head up and stuffed his aching cock in her mouth. "Suck me off! ... Gonna come ... now!" he gasped as her mouth slid over his bursting cockhead. He gripped her by the hair and pushed and pulled her head up and down rapidly. "Suck it! ... Suck it, you dirty cock-teaser!" he growled as the first series of contractions tugged at his balls. A moment later, his hot jism began the short, pulsing journey along his jerking shaft.
"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!"
His cry burst in her ears with all the sound and fury of a thunderbolt. She sucked up and down on his cock with renewed speed as the first hot globs splattered against the back of her throat. She had to swallow as fast as she could for there seemed no end to the stuff as Larry braced his feet against the dash and thrust his cock hard into her mouth. In his excitement, he drew back too far, jerking his cock out of her mouth and sending a stream of white jism across her cheek. Connie groped frantically with her two hands and covered the head of his spitting cock with her mouth again as the jism continued to fly.
"Best ... cocksucker inna whole world, baby!" he groaned as he pumped out the last of his jism. He slumped against the door and stared at her. "Look at that come ... all over your face, baby! Whhooeee! Jus look at it. Son-of-a-bitch if you didn't enjoy it!"
Connie continued running her mouth over his swollen cockhead. As the last drops oozed out, she lapped them up with her tongue. Weary from her exertions, she let it slip out of her mouth, then leaned back, wiping her hand across her lips.
Larry gripped his dick tightly at the base and shook it at her. "You ain't finished yet, baby ... there's still some more ... look!" He milked out several more creamy drops.
Without a word, Connie bent forward, covering his gooey cock with her mouth again. She ran her tongue slowly around the head several times till she had licked all the sperm off. When she had it clean, he pushed her mouth away. As she sat on the seat beside him, he could see several globs of come still smeared on her face. He leaned over, rubbed his fingers into the sticky stuff and smeared it over her mouth and chin. "It's good for your complexion," he said, mockingly. "You oughtta do this kind of thing more often."
Connie lowered her eyes and made no reply as he sat staring at her. She wondered if he had suspected her enjoyment. To hide her insecurity, she suddenly held her head up and began smoothing back her hair, which had become matted with perspiration.
Larry studied her closely. Now that she had sucked him off, she was suddenly acting holier-than-thou, and he became annoyed. "Look at you, goddammit! Sitting there like a virgin ... cold and aloof. Son-of-a-bitchin' broads are all alike. Why can't you break down and be honest with yourself? Admit you enjoyed it with me, eh?"
So he had known! Or was he just guessing? Her voice, low and timid, interrupted him. "I'd ... like to go home now, if you don't mind. You had your fun, now let's get out of here ... you can drop me off at the bus station."
But Larry had other ideas. "Sure, baby, just as soon as I git through fuckin' you ... then you go home."
Connie shrank back against the door as Larry's hands kneaded her tits.
"No!" she cried, pushing at his hands. "You didn't say that! I want to go home now!"
Larry lifted his hand and banged her head against the glass. "You shut your fuckin' mouth, cock-teaser, and pull those panties off. I'm gonna fuck you and I ain't got all night, so be quick about it!"
Resorting to a woman's last weapon, Connie began to cry. Larry was unmoved. Her blubbering only made him angrier. He shoved his hand roughly under her skirt, his fingers digging into the fleshy fullness of her thighs. Connie froze and clamped her knees together, hoping to frustrate his efforts, stalling for time.
But Larry was not to be denied. His lust was up. He shoved his hand between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, his fingers curling around the thin crotch of her moist panties. With a grunt, he pulled the crotch down, yanking the thin garment over her thighs. Gasping with renewed lust, he dug his fingers into her soft, furry grotto till, with a terrified cry, she began to scream and claw at his face. That was when he hit her.
It wasn't a hard punch, but it packed enough force to convince her that he meant business. She cried out as his fist slammed into her cheek. Sobbing, she rubbed tenderly at the dark, bluish spot which as already forming under her left eye.
"You make another peep and I'm gonna bust you one right in the mouth!" he warned as he pulled her panties over her shoes and tossed them into the back seat. His lips twisted into an evil grin. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her back down on the seat so that her head was resting beneath the steering wheel. He jerked her creamy thighs apart and jammed his finger into the folds of her hot slit, pushing it all the way in to the knuckle. He felt her shudder violently as he began finger-fucking her virgin pussy with short, rapid jabs.
Connie uttered a piercing cry as his finger suddenly tore through her maidenhead. With a sickening feeling, she realized she had just lost her cherry. Just like that! With one quick jab of his finger, he had deprived her of a woman's most cherished treasure. Now that it was no more, she lost her will to resist. Already the blood was trickling down. She could feel it oozing between her cuntlips.
Larry could feel it too. He pulled his bloody finger out of her cunt and held it in the light of the dash. The sight of it seemed to drive him to a frenzy. He grasped his cock in his fist and forced his way between her open thighs. "Get ready for the thrill of a lifetime, baby, 'cause I'm coming in, balls and all!" He aimed the blunt head of his weapon at the furry crack of her hole and thrust forward.
Connie closed her eyes to the pain as she felt the head of his huge weapon thrusting against the blood-smeared entrance of her vagina. The shock of his huge prick gouging into her delicate opening was more than she could bear. She dug her heels into the leather seat and attempted to push away from him but, to her dismay, it proved to be the wrong move, for now her cunt was on an even level with his thrusting cock. He sensed his sudden advantage and moved to exploit it. She kept moving back till she was almost doubled in two, and then she couldn't move back any further. That was all Larry needed.
With a vicious lunge, he rammed the knob-end of his rock-hard cock between the folds of her cunt. Too high! He drew back and lunged again, thrusting forward till he felt the head of his bursting cock fitting into the slippery hollow at the entrance of her hole. With his fist holding his cock steady, he jerked his hips, moaning with pleasure as his invading cock pushed through the narrow opening, the walls of her virgin cunt peeling back his foreskin as he went in.
"EEEEEEiiiiiihhhhhhh!" Connie writhed in agony as his huge weapon stretched her wide open. Her eyes were twin pools of pain and terror as he shoved in deeper. As the head disappeared inside, Larry let go of his shaft and jerked her legs up, draping them over his shoulders. Now that there was nothing to impede his movements, he ram-fucked her violently.
"Don't ... no! Stop!" she cried, her face screwed into a mask of exquisite pain as his oversized prick pounded the depths of her pussy. That was the worst part. She had never known such pain. It felt like a white-hot poker being driven into her belly. She experienced an unbearable burning sensation that began at the entrance to her cunt and continued right up to her cervix. With each jab, her vaginal sheath was stretched to its very limits. She thought she was going to die from the pain but then, suddenly, the pain began to subside as the heat generated by his piston-like cock spread throughout her body. The burning sensation subsided as he continued raising and lowering himself over her, breathing gin fumes in her face. But the pain was gone! Now all she could feel was a dull ache deep down inside her guts whenever he slammed his cock into her. As the vicious pounding continued, she felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness. Then suddenly she went limp beneath him, her eyes rolling in her head as she sagged against the seatback.
Larry saw what was happening and didn't like it. No broad was going to pass out on him; not while he was fucking her, anyway. With a snarl, he lifted her ass in the air and lunged viciously with his cock. "You better stay awake, bitch, or you'll be taking it up your ass next," he snarled, pumping his prick into her with a series of rapid thrusts.
Connie opened her eyes, groaning with pain as Larry redoubled his efforts. Above the squeaking springs, Connie could hear the dull, slap-slap sound of his balls as they banged against her asshole. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her face was distorted with pain. She tried to rise from the seat but his weight was too much. As she struggled beneath him, he dropped her hips and slapped her hard across the face. "Fuck, you bitch, fuck!" he growled as he lifted her ass in his hands again. He was wild now with desire. He dug his fingers into her soft flesh and sent his cock plunging into the upper reaches of her vagina.
Under his relentless fucking, Connie began to sense the first waves of pleasure as they coursed through her loins. Larry's thumb and finger twirled her clit. Connie gave herself over to the thrills, suddenly arching her hips to meet his violent thrusts. She slid her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. As she did, her ass-cheeks widened and his balls banged relentlessly against her fully exposed hole. Suddenly, letting out a squeal of unrestrained lust, she began fucking back at him, her heels frantically digging into the small of his back.
Larry felt their crotches banging together as she capitulated before his terrible onslaught, With a cry of triumph, he slipped his finger from her sopping cunt, wrapped his arms around her thrusting hips and increased the tempo; his cock gouging deeper and deeper into her vagina. He could feel the muscular contractions with each push and pull of his cock. He stopped suddenly, resting his throbbing cockhead against her belabored cervix. Connie groaned as she felt the rhythmic pulsations against the delicate flesh. Her lower jaw went slack and she sagged against him as he resumed his powerful thrusts. What had been unbearable pain had now become exquisite pleasure, and soon she was swinging wildly beneath him as he fucked her, her entire body unsupported by the seat. Her cunt sucked noisily on his cock as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhhhh ... my God!"
Connie couldn't contain her squeal of lust as it tumbled from her lips. Frantically, she fucked back at him, while her hands slid down along his waist till she felt the cheeks of his hard little ass under her fingers. She pulled him tight against her as she swung back and forth beneath his moving body. As the fucking increased in intensity, she could feel her vagina suddenly turning into a rampaging river as the first series of mind-bending orgasms erupted deep inside her womb. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and rode beneath him, her entire body on the verge of exploding.
"Oh yessssssss ... fuck meeeeeeee!" she cried.
"Yeah! I'll fuck ya, baby! I'll fuck the shit outta ya!" he cried as his own orgasm erupted. "Come, ya bitch! Arrrggghhhhh!"
Like a wild animal, twisting and banging his cock into her, he ejaculated a prodigious load. Again and again his balls convulsed as they triggered his come out through the tiny slit in the head of his prick. Connie bawled along with him as she felt the hot jism squirting against the sensitive walls of her quivering vagina. Squealing like a pig on the way to slaughter, she dropped her head against the seat and her body went into spasms, her belly bulging against his groin as he rammed his still-shooting dick in and out of her hole with blurring speed. As Connie's orgasm peaked, she was aware of no other sound but that of her own cry as her orgasm reached flood tide.
They came together; each thrusting wildly against the other. When the last bolt spurted from his cock, Larry let out a groan and collapsed on top of her sweating body. Connie lay beneath him, both legs clamped tight around his waist. Now that she knew she was no longer a virgin, now that she had been well fucked, she didn't want his throbbing cock to leave her sopping wet cunt, and she cried out as he began to raise himself. Her thighs quivered as his half-hard cock came sliding out of her hole.
Larry sat on the passenger side. He took his shirttail and wiped away the rivulets of sweat that poured down his arms and chest. When he regained his breath, he lit two cigarettes and handed her one. He took a deep drag, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs. He held it in as long as he could, then exhaled, watching the thin plume of blue smoke as it flattened out against the windshield. He was coming down now. That old depression was settling over him. Now that his lust had been drained, he was morose and sullen. His aggression was gone and he began to feel ill at ease. He kept his face averted and stared silently into the darkness that surrounded them.
"Am I the first girl you ever ... raped?" Connie suddenly inquired.
Larry kept silent. He took another deep drag and lifted his hand to wipe away the sweat from his brow. Connie grew uneasy as the silence continued, then added, "Do ... you go around doing this sort of thing all the time?"
He turned and looked directly into her eyes. "I've done it a few," he replied matter-of-factly, "but you're the first cock-teaser. Usually I don't bother gettin' involved with your type but ya got me so pissed off that I made up my mind to teach you a lesson. Well, whattaya think now, cock-teaser?"
Connie was offended. "I don't like that," she pouted. "You might at least call me by my name." She sounded petulant.
Larry remained indifferent. "What's the difference? Both names fit you, baby," he replied, tossing his butt through the half-opened window. It was over for him now. He had no further use for her. His passion abated, he wanted only to be rid of her. "Get yer clothes on," he growled, reaching for his pants. "I'll drive ya back to town where ya can get a bus."
Neither said very much during the ride back to the city. Larry hunched over the steering wheel, studiously attending to his driving. Overhead, great ghosts of low-hanging scud clouds swirled ominously and flashes of lightning streaked across the heavens. A moment later, it began to rain. He reached over and turned on the wipers. "Looks like it's gonna be a big storm," he said.
Connie ignored his remark. She sat stiffly against the door and stared straight ahead. Now that he'd had his fun, he was going to drop her off, just like that. No apology ... nothing. Well, she'd fix him all right. She'd fix him good. The heavy silence continued unabated till they entered the city.
"You can drop me off here," she announced, as the lights of the bus terminal shone dimly in the rain.
Larry pulled over to the curb and braked to a halt. He sat with his arms draped over the steering wheel and silently waited for her to open the door.
Connie didn't move for a moment. It was as though she wanted to give him one last chance to say something ... anything. Even if it was no more than, "I'm sorry, baby." But Larry remained silent. Connie shrugged, reached for the door handle, jerked it down and opened the door. She got out and before slamming the door, she raised her voice above the sound of the rain and cried: "You'll be sorry, you bastard!" As the car moved away from the curb, she mentally jotted down the license number, repeating it over and over as she turned and hurried into the bus station.
She went directly to the nearest phone booth, rummaged through her purse for a dime and dropped it into the slot. She dialed Information. "Operator, I want the Police ... hurry!" she said. A moment later, a deep, male voice spoke into the phone.
"Eighth precinct, Sergeant Harris speaking."
Connie's voice sounded like a little girl's as she spoke into the mouthpiece. "I've ... just been ... raped. Please come down and take me home! Please hurry!"
On Wednesday morning, three days later, Larry reported in at the garage where he worked as a mechanic. He was about to open his locker when his boss came over and told him some men wanted to see him. Larry tensed inside as he walked into the office. Two men in tan raincoats flashed him their badges.
"Are you Larry Storm?" the taller of the two asked.
Larry fought down his nervousness. "Uh, yeah, that's my name. Why? What's the trouble?"
"Sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to come down to the station house with us," the other replied, taking him by the arm. "We'll tell you all about it there," the detective added.
At the precinct, he was hustled into a small, dingy office and told to sit down. The tall one's partner offered him a cigarette which he declined. "I wanna know what this is all about," he insisted nervously.
The cop made no reply as he sat down on the edge of the desk. He fished a lighter from his pocket and snapped a flame to his cigarette while the other cop began reading him off the rights of the accused. When he was finished, he informed Larry that he was being charged with abduction and forcible rape and that anything he said could be held against him in a court of law.
Larry shrugged his shoulders, trying to bluff them. "What? You're outta your mind! ... I never raped anybody. I was home alone in my apartment all Saturday night," he lied.
"Who said anything about Saturday night?" the detective snapped. Larry hung his head. He had blown it and he knew it.
"Well, that's very interesting," the detective went on as he reached for the door-knob. "It seems there is a young lady just outside this door who is sure she can identify you as the man who beat her up and raped her last Saturday night. Come in, Miss Dalton."
Larry almost leapt from his chair as Connie, a slight bruise still evident under her right eye, walked into the room. His fear turned to anger as she lifted her finger and pointed towards him. "That's him, all right. His name is Larry. I don't know his last name, but he's the man who offered me a ride to a nightclub, but instead he drove me to a country road and raped me ... among other things."
Larry's sense of having been betrayed was too much for him to bear. He charged out of his seat but the smaller, heavier cop slammed him back into it. He slumped in the chair and sat glaring at Connie. "You goddamned bitch! Ya kept teasin' me all night. Whattaya mean, rape? You enjoyed every minute of it, ya goddamned slut!" he cried, in impotent rage.
For six long weeks Larry's whole world was encompassed by a cell measuring nine feet by eleven. Three times a day he was marched down to the cafeteria to be fed a diet of watery soup, stale bread and day-old coffee. The food was so bad, he began skipping lunch so that by the time supper rolled around, he was hungry enough to eat anything. When his date for sentencing came up, he discovered he had lost an awful lot of weight.
"Will the prisoner please stand and approach the bench?"
Larry heard the judge's solemn tones and steeled himself for the worst. He walked to the bench and stood with his hands down at his sides as the judge rifled through a ream of papers on his desk. Larry's palms were sweaty and his legs felt as though they were turning to rubber. He raised his eyes to see the stern-faced judge peering down at him.
"Young man," the judge began, "you have been found guilty of rape-a very serious offense. Although you have no previous record, I find, in view of the brutality with which you treated the unfortunate victim, that I am compelled to sentence you to the maximum term allowable under the laws of this state. I do so in the hope that it will be a deterrent to other young hoodlums who might be contemplating the same kind of offense. With that in mind, I do hereby sentence you to a term of not less than five years nor more than ten years to be served at the state penitentiary at Fallsburg."
Larry was stupefied. Five to ten years in jail! For what? For fucking some cock-teasing broad who had WHORE written all over her face? He was only dimly aware of his surroundings as two guards led him out of the courtroom. Taken back to his cell, he was numb to all emotion except sorrow and despair. He languished for the better part of another week in the tiny cell before he was finally shipped up to Fallsburg.
The reality of Fallsburg proved to be a shocking experience for Larry, as it was for every other man who suddenly found himself shut away from the rest of the world. The first thing they did at the prison was to strip him of his identity. His thick shock of black, wavy hair was cut short; his clothes-dull grey prison fatigues-were several sizes too large. And the final indignity: he was given a number. 8764219. From that moment on, he was to be nameless. No more Larry Storm. Just 8764219.
After ten days in the indoctrination wing, during which time he underwent batteries of tests to prepare him for life among the other cons, he was released and assigned to the main prison. A single guard escorted him to his new home. As the steel doors of a tiny cell clanged shut behind him, a rather short, wiry little man, perhaps a few years older than he, propped himself up on his elbow and greeted him.
"Welcome kid. Name's Slip. Steve, really, but they all call me Slip. That's because I know all there is to know about locks. All kinds. I can slip the tumbler on almost any lock they make. Come on in and sit down."
Four years, ten months and seventeen days after that first meeting with Slip, Larry had learned all there was to know about locks and how to pick them. Slip made sure of that, sparing no effort to teach him his trade.
"See this here belt buckle, kid?" Slip said to him one day as they were passing time in their cell between meals. Larry watched as Slip undid his buckle. He pointed to the single tine which held the belt tight. "You start foolin' around with doors and locks, ya better not get caught with picks on ya. They find picks on ya and ya get charged with havin' burglar's tools. The smart guy gets around that by honin' down this here tine. Once ya got it nice and sharp, all ya gotta do is slip it off your belt and you're in business. Ya get caught? All ya gotta do is slip the buckle back on yer belt. Smart, eh?"
There are two prisons for every man serving time. One is the physical prison-the prison of tiny cells and steel bars; of uniformed guards up on the walls and down in the cell blocks. The other is the prison of the mind. Time drags its feet as slowly in one as it does in the other. But with a little insight and a lot of patience, Larry learned to retreat into the rational world of his inner being in order to gain a measure of balance against the mindless routine of prison life.
It was good therapy in other ways too. It kept him from going stir-crazy, and after a year he even lost his desire for revenge against the girl who had been responsible for sending him there. At least he didn't think about it so often. All he wanted to do was keep out of trouble, and he did. He kept his nose clean for four years, ten months and seventeen days.
It was a cold, windy day in the middle of March as Larry stood in the prison courtyard shaking hands with his friends.
"I'm gonna miss ya, kid," Slip said as he shook Larry's hand. He wished his ex-cellmate luck on the outside and reminded Larry that he only had two more years to go before he, too, was released. "If yer ever down on yer luck, kid, this might come in handy," he said, slipping a wad of paper into Larry's hand. Without looking at it, Larry shoved it into his pocket. Slip had a last piece of advice for his friend.
"Just remember this, kid. Crime pays off only if ya ain't caught at it. Do like the politicians do. If the odds ain't in yer favor, don't make the move. Well, so long kid ... stay outta trouble," Slip said, shaking his hand again. Without another word, he turned and walked off into the crowd of milling cons on the far side of the yard.
Larry watched Slip till he disappeared. Then he turned and accompanied the guard to the administration building where he was given a cheap suit of clothes and a ten dollar bill along with a ticket to Nevada. Just before leaving the warden's office, he was given the usual pep talk, and thirty minutes later he found himself standing on a station platform waiting for the train that would start him on the first leg of his journey to Nevada where he was to spend the first year of his parole.
Larry suddenly opened his eyes. He felt cold and clammy. In his half sleep, he had relived those horrible years all over again. "Shit!" he cursed aloud, thinking of that day he had stood on the station platform, shivering in the cold. "The son-of-bitches didn't even give me an overcoat!"
"Hey! I thought you were sleepin' up there, boy."
Larry leaned over the side of his bunk and looked down to see Hank stretched out on the adjacent lower. Josh was sound asleep on another cot.
"Yeah, guess I was." Larry replied. "What time you get in?"
"'Bout half hour ago. Man, you were sawin' logs thru your nose."
"Yeah, I do that sometimes," Larry answered," reaching for a butt.
"What's this crap about not havin' an overcoat?" Hank continued, leaning on his elbows.
Larry let out a long sigh. "I dunno ... just dreamin' I guess."
"Ya know what ya need, boy? Ya need a good piece of ass, that's what ya need." When he didn't answer, Hank continued: "You bin moping around ever since you came here ... how come?"
"Ahhh ... I don't know ... It's that goddamned Tex. He jumps on me every chance he gets. Like, when I finished fixin' the fence on the south tract today. Soon's I got thru, he comes along an tells me I ain't done it right so I had to do it all over again."
"Tex break down yet on that bunk you bin askin' for?" Hank asked.
"That'll be the day," Larry replied bitterly. "Told me if I wanted a bigger one I'd have to buy it with my own money."
There was silence for a moment, then Hank asked the question that put Larry on his guard. "Say, how come ole Tex got it in for ya all the time anyway?"
Larry paused a moment before replying. Although he had nothing against Hank, he saw no reason to confide in him or anyone else about his past. It was bad enough that Tex had found out. He looked at Hank and shrugged.
"Shit! I dunno. Maybe he just don't like my looks."
Hank mumbled something and then changed the subject. "You got any money saved up?"
"Yeah, a little. Why?"
"Jus thinkin' how much easier it'd be if ya bought a secondhand rig to get around in. You bin here almost five months now and ya still ain't bin to town. There's a lotta pretty ass over at Mary's Place jus waitin' to be fucked, boy."
Larry fell silent, mulling over the truth of Hank's statement. Sure, he had the reputation of being somewhat of a loner, but it was for a damned good reason ... a private reason. Money. As much of it as he could save, for he had made up his mind a week after arriving at the ranch to jump parole. Ranch life, he quickly realized, wasn't his dish. As soon as he had enough bread saved up, he was planning to lam out. He'd go someplace ... anyplace ... change his name and, well, who knows? Anything was better than ranching.
"I thought about it," Larry admitted at length, "but I just ain't got enough saved yet." He lay staring up at the rafters for several minutes, when suddenly he heard the jingle of keys.
"Tell ya what," Hank resumed, fishing his car keys from the table beside his bunk. "I'm pullin a long day tomorrow, so if ya wanna head into town for some nice nooky, ya kin use my heap, how's that?"
Larry was elated. He leaned over the edge of his bunk and glanced down at his friend. "No kiddin' man? That's great!" he replied and Hank tossed the keys onto his bunk. Larry gripped them tight in his fist. His decision not to confide in Hank had been a wise one. Had Hank known that he was an ex-con out on parole, chances were that he wouldn't have parted with his keys. Shit! Everyone knew an ex-con had no rights. Under the provisions of his parole, Larry couldn't even vote, much less drive or even own an automobile ... and he still had four years to go before being released from parole. Hank's sleepy voice drifted into his thoughts.
"Gotta get some sleep ... real hard day tomorrow. Let me know how you make out."
Larry assured him he would, and bade his friend goodnight. At length he fluffed up his pillow, turned over on his stomach, and closed his eyes. There was just the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he drifted off to sleep. And why not? Tomorrow he was driving into town for a much needed piece of ass ... his first in almost five years!
Chapter 2
When Larry awoke the following morning, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and peered over the edge of his bunk. Hank and Josh were gone-long gone. He knew they'd be out on the range till long after dark-time enough to fuck half the broads in the state of Nevada before it was time for him to get back.
He didn't bother going to the cookhouse for breakfast. After a cool, refreshing shower, he dressed quickly, whistling cheerfully as he counted out a hundred-eighty dollars. He stuffed the money back into his wallet, slammed his foot locker shut and headed out the door for Hank's Chevy. The thought occurred to him that maybe he should take half the money and stash it in his secret hiding place. But what the hell? He'd been saving every dime since he first started working and now it was time to spend a little. Who knows? He might even drive the sixty-odd miles to Las Vegas and do some gambling ... live it up a little.
The day was beautiful, hot and sunny, with the temperature hanging up in the nineties as Larry speeded along the near deserted highway towards Kaopa, some twenty-five miles south of the ranch. Fifteen minutes later, he wheeled the Chevy down the main street and pulled into a small diner. He'd have a nice breakfast and then spend some time hanging around before dropping by Mary's Place, the whorehouse Hank had so highly recommended. Halfway through his meal, he began wondering why, after almost five years, he should be going to a whorehouse in order to pay for something he had always gotten for free. He recalled Hank's glowing description: "Best piece of ass I ever got was out at Mary's Place. Good music, soft beds, and beautiful broads who fucked like it was goin outta style," he was fond of saying. The more Larry thought about Hank's endorsement, the less eager he became, and by the end of his meal, he was dead set against it. After all, there was something not quite right about a man having to pay a broad for some action. Any guy with a cock the size of Larry's deserved a fee. Stud fee is what the ranchers called it. No sir? If there was going to be any fee, Larry would be the one to collect it-not some tired out, beat-up whore whose cunt had turned cold a thousand fucks ago. With his pride intact, he finished his coffee, paid his check and left. Moments later, he was back on the highway, speeding south for Las Vegas. Visions of tall, well-built showgirls in skintight outfits floated through his mind as the car ticked off the miles at a steady sixty-five.
He reached forward and dialed the radio until he found some hard-ass rock music coming in from some distant city. He turned the volume up to compensate for the drift and hummed along with the music as the Chevy ate up the miles. When the station faded out altogether, he switched it off and concentrated on his driving. "Come on, baby ... let's see what you can do," he said as he floored the pedal. The Chevy shot forward. 70. 75. 80 ... Larry rediscovered once again the thrill of speed as the car barreled down the deserted highway. 90 ... 95 ... 100. "Go! Go baby"' he cried as the car topped 110 on the speedometer. Gradually he eased his foot off the pedal till he was once again at legal speed. "No sense risking a blow-out," he told himself.
He didn't actually see the car beside the road until he was almost abreast of it. As he shot past, he caught a glimpse of a girl standing by the hood. Instantly his foot came off the pedal and he practically stood on the brake, causing the car to fish-tail from side to side as he brought it to a tire-screeching halt some distance away. He turned around and gunned it back to the parked car. Sure enough, there was a broad, and not bad looking either. He drove past, made a U-turn, and pulled up behind her.
She was young, no more then seventeen, he thought, sizing her up as he approached. She was on the petite side with a round face and a cute little turned-up nose. Her hair was light brown and she wore it in bangs which made her look even younger. Larry's eyes raced over her body. Mini-skirt ... nice deep thighs ... skintight polo shirt ... beautiful tits ...
"Hi! What happened? Run outta gas or somethin'?" She stood watching him cautiously, her lips going through the motions of a smile.
"I don't think so. The gas gauge reads half full. I'm afraid it might be the radiator. I saw a lot of steam coming out just before it stopped on me." She stepped back as Larry reached under the hood. He lifted it up and peered inside.
"Yep. That's just what the trouble is." He unscrewed the radiator cap and dug his finger in. "Bone dry. Musta sprung a leak or somethin'." He screwed the cap back on and lowered the hood. "I'm headin for Las Vegas. If you want a lift, I'll take you in and drop you off at a gas station."
"Well ... I ... " she stammered, looking up and down the road as if hoping someone else would come along. But the road was deserted in both directions for as far as the eye could see, and the sun was getting hotter by the minute. "Well, I guess I might as well," she said at last.
"Good." Larry snatched the keys from the ignition. He locked the doors and handed her the keys. "Hop in. I'll have you in town before you know it," he added, holding the door for her as she got in. Just before he shut it, he caught a glimpse of her legs as her short skirt rode up over her delicious thighs. His heart picked up a beat as he went around to the driver's side. He got in beside her, turned on the key, backed up and shot out onto the road again.
"Helluva place to be stranded ... sun is directly overhead and there ain't many cars on the road this time of day," he said, hoping the small talk would distract her from his heavy breathing.
She nodded. "Yes. I guess I'm lucky you came by. It was getting awfully hot standing there." He sensed the nervousness in her voice.
Yeah, baby, he thought, a sinister glint in his eye. He knew the moment he laid eyes on her that, he would probably try something. Now that he had her sitting beside him, he was sure of it. The strain of sitting so close to such a young, pretty girl was having its effect on him. He kept shooting sidelong glances at her, barely able to keep his eyes on the road. Did she suspect what was going through his mind? He sensed rather then saw as she automatically smoothed her short skirt down over her plump thighs. Larry swallowed hard, clearing his throat.
"My name's Larry. What's yours?"
"Judy," she replied, and from the sound of her voice, Larry knew she was suspicious of him. From time to time he noticed her as she glanced out the window as if she were looking for a place to jump out. Jump out and run? No. No! He couldn't let that happen. He must find a place quickly. A nice, quiet place hidden from the main road. The sudden stiffening of his cock in his pants sent a wave of giddiness over him. He gripped the wheel with his sweaty palms as an old, familiar feeling surged in his loins. He glanced around furtively. No cars in sight in either direction. He tried to remain silent but it was impossible. The words came tumbling off his lips in spite of his efforts.
"I've ... got a big surprise for you, Judy ... Look," he croaked, as his thumb and forefinger popped his cock out through the opening of his zipper. It shot up two inches higher than the steering wheel like a big fat snake. Judy gasped in fear and one hand gripped the door handle. Larry jammed his foot down on the accelerator and the car leaped forward. Ahead, he noticed the side of the road dropping off slightly to merge with the scrub grass. Suddenly they were racing across the desert, headed for a large grove of trees and high bushes.
"Please! What are you doing? Let me go!" she cried as she tugged on the door handle. Larry swerved to the right and she fell across the seat. His right hand shot out and gripped her by the hair. A moment later he brought the car to a halt in a cloud of dust. As the dust settled around them, he let go of her hair, dropped his hand under the seat and sent it backward as far as it would go.
He reached out again and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head down onto his lap. She struggled to escape his grasp but he was too strong. She felt his hot cock sliding up along her cheek. "Please! Pleeese!" she gasped, attempting to twist away from the thing that was warming her face. Larry pulled her head around viciously and shoved his cock against her lips.
"It's all yours, baby. All you gotta do is calm down and suck it nice and easy," he rasped, forcing it hard against her mouth. He tried to force the head into her mouth but she pressed her lips tight and jerked her head sideways. No good. He'd have to calm her down. With a grunt, he drew back his fist and socked her in the eye. That did it. With a scream of pain, she fell back on the seat, both hands covering her face. "Now you just do as you're told, Judy baby, and I won't hafta do that again," Larry cautioned her as he slipped his pants down over his thighs. Once they were off, he yanked his shorts down and tossed them into the back seat. He gripped his huge cock in his hand and began massaging it back and forth as his free hand groped between her luscious thighs.
Judy momentarily forgot her pain as she felt his fingers digging into her cunt. She tried to pull away but his fingers grasped at her thick bush and tugged till she cried out.
"Come over here!" he snarled, pulling her hair. He forced her around so that she was facing him. Her eye was slightly swollen and there was just the faintest trace of purple around the edges. Suddenly he released his grip on her hair. He spoke to her softly. "Be a good girl an' I won't hurt you, Judy. All you have to do is suck me off, an' I'm gonna show you how it's done."
Judy trembled as he reached over and grabbed the bottom of her pullover. He gave it a yank and tugged it over her head. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head while he yanked it completely off. His hands glided around her half-naked back till his fingers found the bra clasp. He un-snapped it and watched as her tits, free of the restraining garment, suddenly thrust forward. With an impatient cry, he pinned her back against the seat, lowered his head and clamped his teeth over her nipple, sucking and chewing the delicate rosebud till it began to grow hard and rubbery in his mouth. As soon as he got it hard, he snaked his tongue across the valley separating her twin globes and attacked the other one. Judy suddenly felt pinpricks of desire fanning out over her upper body and she began to writhe as the heat quickly built up in her loins. Larry, sensing her excitement, redoubled his efforts. If he could get her to cooperate willingly-all the better! After all, how many guys could boast of turning a woman on by raping her?
Larry's passion soon reached a white hot peak as he kneaded the soft, yielding flesh at the base of her groin. As he jammed his hand under the waistband of her panties, his fingers came into contact with the crinkly hairs of her bush and with a quick, downward motion, he yanked them down to her knees, Judy tried to prevent them from coming off altogether but Larry was having none of it. He forced them down over her knees and pulled them off. They landed in a heap on the back seat. Now he had her stark naked. Now to get stripped himself.
Judy clamped her legs together and tried to hide her nudity by doubling up as Larry shucked off his clothes. Afraid to look, she huddled against the door till Larry's voice punctuated the stillness.
"Turn around and look at it, baby," he said, gripping the thick shaft in the palm of his right hand.
Judy obeyed, turning slowly around to stare at the gigantic cock which reared its swollen head up between Larry's thighs. The shock was visible on her face as she took in the awful size of his weapon. As though hypnotized, she watched as he massaged the foreskin back and forth over the head. The more he palmed it, the larger it grew, till it seemed to her as big and as long as his arm. "How's that for an all-day sucker, eh? Ever see such a big dick in all your life?"
As the pink-tipped head of his huge cock appeared and reappeared beneath the hood of his foreskin, Judy couldn't help herself. She stared at it with a mixture of apprehension and desire. Never before had she imagined a prick so large. The head seemed as big as an ostrich egg and the thick shaft, lined with a fine network of purple veins, throbbed in his hand.
Larry was enjoying his obscene exhibitionism. He sat with his thighs wide apart and slowly stroked his pulsing prick. When the pain was too much for him to bear, he removed his hand and motioned for her to be still. Judy swallowed her fear and sat passively while he slid out from behind the wheel and straddled her with his knees. He slid his aims behind her, resting his elbows on the back of the seat and arched his hips forward so that his throbbing dick was bare inches from her lips. He looked down, past the top of her head, to watch as her lips closed over his cock.
"Now I want you to open that pretty mouth of yours and give me a nice blow-job, honey."
As the head of his rock-hard prick brushed against her lips, Judy abandoned all hope of deliverance. Resigned, she closed her eyes and opened her month as Larry guided the head of his pulsing cock between her lips.
"Suck it nice and easy ... Put your hand around it," he gasped as her warm, wet mouth closed over his rigid cock.
Judy began to choke as Larry pushed his hips forward. She swallowed hard several times and opened wider till the entire head of his prick was in her mouth. Gradually she got the hang of it, breathing through her nose as the huge weapon inched its wav down her throat.
"That-a-girl ... you're doin' fine," he croaked, shoving his dick deeper. He watched with lust-filled eyes as his cock distorted her features. There was no mistaking the strain she was under as her tips curled tightly around his thickening shaft. A cold grin of brutal sadism etched itself on his lips as he urged her on. "Good ... you're a good little cocksucker ... just ... keep doin' it like that an I'll reward ya with a mouthful of hot jism ... "
Judy was beginning to get hot herself. Although she was a virgin, the sudden reality of having a man's cock halfway down her throat was starting to turn her on. Also, she was quick to realize that if she could just make him come off in her mouth, she wouldn't have to worry about the prospect of losing her virginity. With renewed determination, she wrapped both hands around his big dick and proceeded to suck hard.
"Ohhh! ... that's better ... much better," he panted. "Open your throat ... that's it ... just easy like that ... you suck like a born cocksucker."
He hunched his hips against her mouth savagely, causing her to turn away in a fit of choking. When her gasps subsided, she fitted her lips over his cock and resumed sucking again. Each time she moved her head forward she could feel the head nudging the back of her throat. One thought kept racing through her mind: Mustn't panic! Gotta keep my head. Do it to him ... I must ... must do it ... quick!
"MMMMnnnnnnnnn ... " Now that she had her own personal reasons for wanting him to come, she let herself go completely, sucking and moaning at the same time.
Larry was ecstatic. She was really turned on. He had done it! Look at her suck! He leaned his elbows on the seatback and watched as his cock slid in and out of Judy's mouth. Each time she ran her lips down towards the base of his cock, he eased his hips forward and watched her nose as it moved back and forth into the heavy growth of hair. As the tempo steadily increased, his balls began slapping against her chin. Under the continued sucking pressure of her lips, he began to approach his orgasm. No! ... Too soon! He wanted to enjoy more of it before he came ... Much more.
"UNNNHHHH!" he cried, jerking his cock out of her mouth. He quickly gripped it just behind the head just in case he started to come and held it tightly for a few moments. Judy sat beneath him and wondered why he had stopped. She soon found out.
"Lie down! Come on-full length on the seat," he barked, pulling her by the shoulders. He twisted her sideways and forced her to lie flat on her back. As she lay on the seat, Judy could see his huge cock bobbing stiffly between his thighs as he reversed himself over her. He placed his knees on either side of her waist and then lifted her legs high in the air. As the sixty-nine position was established, he draped both of her ankles behind his neck. With his two hands, he spread her cunt lips apart. Inside, he could see the folds of delicate pink flesh that surrounded her clitoris. He spread the inner lips wide and gazed at the tiny nub of her clit. Unable to contain his lust, he buried his face in her crotch, his tongue seeking out the tiny organ. Judy jerked convulsively as his tongue curled in her slit and flicked at her clitoris. She felt his hands suddenly sliding under her ass and then he really began sucking her virgin pussy. Deeper and deeper he drove his lapping tongue till he could stick it in no further. He began to moan.
Judy, hotter then she had ever been in her life, writhed beneath him as she shoved her cunt into his face. Every few seconds she could feel his teeth as he nibbled on her hardened clit. He literally sucked it to twice its normal size, nibbling it with his lips as she tightened her legs about his neck. Her passion had completely taken over now and a fierce fire raged between her thighs. She looked up and began flicking her tongue along the underside of his balls. Larry lowered his buttocks and he felt her mouth completely encircling his nuts as he slowly rocked his hips from side to side.
As Larry continued eating her out, he felt her legs begin to tremble. Her stomach began to swell out and her breathing became rapid. Suddenly, as she cried out, his tongue tasted the first trickle of her love juices.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Judy heaved her pelvis into Larry's face as he mouthed her slit. She crossed her ankles and squeezed his head between her thighs as the slurping noises grew louder. Moments later, she entered another world; a world where there was no up nor down, nor east nor west; a world of infinite chaos where cataclysmic upheavals rose up and joined with the changing colors of a million exploding rockets. As the mind-bending orgasm grew in intensity, she alternated between reality and oblivion. When it finally peaked, her legs suddenly uncoiled from about his neck and shot out in a wide V; she threw her arms over her head and let out a long wail.
Larry heard the cry just as his teeth slid off the end of her engorged clitoris. He placed his lips at the base again and gently pressed it between his teeth while his tongue whipped it from side to side. She cried out again as her juice gushed into his greedy mouth. His tongue was a blur of movement as he lapped at her furiously. One moment he was sucking her clit and the next he was licking the outer and then the inner lips of her swollen pussy. As she heaved her hips hard against his mouth, he shot the length of his tongue deep into her hole, twisting and reaming.
Judy began to utter strange, gargling sounds as Larry's tongue brought her to the brink of yet another orgasm. Suddenly she felt him move away, but only for a moment. She opened her eyes and saw his balls swinging from side to side between his legs as he turned himself around and nestled his face into her cunt. She raised her knees and opened her thighs a little wider in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.
Larry took his time. He pressed the tip of his nose against her clit while his tongue flicked the wet, swollen lips. He reached up with his fingers and spread the slippery lips wide apart till he could see the delicate pink hole. With his nose buried deep inside, he smelled the fragrance within, while his tongue swabbed the entire length of her quivering slit. He lapped slowly, from top to bottom, enjoying the sensations he was creating as his tongue slid over the smooth entrance to her hole. As her movements grew more frantic, he stiffened his tongue to a point and shot it deep inside.
As soon as Judy felt his tongue sliding in to the very depths of her sizzling cunt, she realized that it was but a question of a few moments before she came again. She tossed her head wildly from side to side as she felt his tongue flick against her cervix. Each time he worked his tongue against it, his nose pressed into her clit till she thought she would go out of her mind. He kept driving his tongue in and out without let-up, turning her into a writhing, moaning animal.
Judy's moans rose in a crescendo. She kept twisting her hips and shoving her cunt into his face as he lapped away at her. He began using his teeth again, nibbling away at her throbbing clit till she felt her passion beginning to boil over again. As the sensations spiraled to an explosive climax, she was reduced to a blubbering animal, screaming for release.
"OH! ... OH! ... FUCK ME! ... OHHHHH! ... PLEEESE ... FUCK ME!" she cried as she banged her cunt against his mouth. But Larry wasn't about to stop. He kept sucking and nibbling her clit till it stood straight up like a mini-cock. Each time he drew his teeth along its length, he could feel the muscles of her thighs tighten. He clamped his teeth around the base of the hard little nub of flesh and began flicking it rapidly with his tongue as she swiveled her hips beneath him. Now! Any moment now ...
"OHHH! ... OHHHHHHH! ... EEEEEIIIIIIII!"
Larry's tongue was a blur of speed as he whipped it in and out of her hole. It began contracting against his tongue. Larry gripped her hips in his hands and pressed his tongue in as far as it would go in an effort to keep her coming. He could feel the stiff length of his cock, pressing painfully into the seat cushion. He squeezed the muscles of his ass together hoping to delay his own orgasm.
Judy was still high in the throes of her second orgasm as Larry withdrew his tongue from her hole. There was no time to waste. Already his cock was beginning to drip. He rose up between her thighs and gripped his huge cock in his hand. With his free hand, he pushed her thighs back over her belly and aimed the head of his stiff pole towards her gaping cunt.
Judy sucked in her breath as she looked, wide-eyed, at the gigantic muscle rising up from the dark thicket of black, curly hair at the base of his groin. The head, covered with a tight hood of foreskin, was incredibly smooth and oval-shaped, pulsing rhythmically against his navel as if it knew where it was going and was impatient to get there. Larry, straining to prevent his load from spurting out prematurely, knelt between her thighs. There was a wild, almost maniacal look in his eyes as he watched her watching his cock. He knelt silently for a few moments, grinning at her while he popped his thumb against the underside of his throbbing shaft to impress her with its weight. She was impressed all right, almost mesmerized by the sight of it as it bobbed stiffly in front of him. And his balls! Judy had always imagined a man's balls would be smaller. Larry's were the size of goose eggs. Covered with a layer of downy hair, they hung low between his thighs. He saw her eyes drop down to his balls and he moved his hips slightly, causing his nuts to swing from side to side. Judy almost passed out from a mixture of fear and desire. She suddenly experienced a maddening desire to reach out and cup them in the palm of her hand, but she was too shaken by the sight to move a muscle.
It was Larry who was doing the moving now. With his aching prick grasped firmly in his right hand, he bent forward and fitted the bulging head up against the furry entrance to her gaping slit. He rubbed it slowly back and forth along the length of the glistening crack, teasing her even more. As she writhed beneath him, he guided the pulsing head between the lips, moving it downward till he felt it fitting against the slippery entrance to her hole. Judy began to groan as she felt the bluntness of it. Unable to struggle against the impending loss of her virginity, she lay back, limp with longing, as she awaited the inevitable.
Larry hunched down, pushing the head of his prick against the soft, slippery entrance to her virgin cunt. Judy tried to move away from the gentle prodding of his erection but he moved with her, his hips pushing forward with increasing intensity. As she squirmed beneath him, he pressed the full weight of his body down on her and dug his fingers into her moving buttocks. Now he had her where he wanted her-flat on her back with both legs draped over his shoulders. Moving deliberately now, he shot his hips forward and felt the knob-end of his cock forcing her hole into a wider circle as his prick opened her up. With a grunt, he suddenly punched through the thin membrane of her maidenhead as Judy screamed at the top of her lungs. Her agonizing cry only served to increase Larry's sadism. He drew his hips back and sent his cockhead plowing up into her tight sheath with a fury he had never known before.
"Gotcha now, baby! ... Gotcha now! ... Feel my dick fuckin' your cunt, you bitch!" he cried triumphantly as his cock tore relentlessly into her burning hole. Judy, her eyes glazed with pain and passion, felt herself being torn apart as Larry's gigantic cock mercilessly pummeled her into another orgasm.
"OOOOHHHHKHHHHH! ... NO! ... NOOOO!" she screamed as he pounded his dick into her again and again. Each time he pushed the full length of it deep into her pussy, she felt an explosion in her brain which sent shock waves coursing-through her body. Suddenly, as if by magic, the pain seemed to disappear, and in its place there was an exquisite sensation of overwhelming pleasure. Larry no longer had to hold her ass up as he fucked her, for her arms shot up around his shoulders as she raised her cunt up to meet his thrusts.
Judy was the sweetest, tightest, most satisfying fuck Larry had ever had. As he slammed his rigid spear up into the virgin folds of her inner cunt, an evil grin twisted his lips. No more dirty whores for him. Not a chance. Especially with thousands of succulent little virgins around like Judy to take care of his lust. Sure! Why not? Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em ... that would be his motto from now on.
Larry groaned, feeling his own orgasm beginning deep down in his aching balls. The unbearable sensation intensified and he grabbed her ass, lifted her high off the seat and slammed his hips forward with blinding speed, sending his blood-smeared cock deep into her cunt. As the head of his cock punched hard against her cervix, his ass tensed violently and his first hot stream began shooting.
"UUUUUUUUUNNNNGGGHHH! Fuck it, you cunt!" he yelled through his climax.
Judy felt the agonizing pain redoubling as Larry brutally ground out his orgasm. She clenched her teeth and bucked her hips against his thrusts, impaling herself even further on the huge cock that banged into her with increasing ferocity. As Larry loosed streams of hot cum she felt it spurting against the burning walls of her pussy. In spite of her pain, she dug her fingers into the hardened muscles of his ass and fucked back at him, her cries mingling with his as she came again.
Her heels dug into his back, pushing his cock even further into her cunt as the shuddering climax wracked her body. She rose high on her hips and hung on, squealing like a stuck pig each time Larry's prick banged against her cervix.
Larry gripped her ass in his fingers and squeezed with all his strength as the last streams of sperm shot out of his dick. With one last convulsive gasp he finished coming and then dropped exhausted on top of her, his hot breath warming her neck. Her own climax began to subside and she lay passive beneath his weight with her hands resting on his back. Slowly, very slowly, Larry felt his cock inching backward as it lost its stiffness and grew flaccid within the tight walls of her sheath. His gigantic orgasm was at an end and he closed his eyes as a great sense of peace settled over him.
For a long while they lay quiet in each other's arms till their rapid breathing subsided and the fires in their groins cooled. In the calmness that followed his orgy of frenzied fucking, he suddenly began to realize the enormity of what he had done. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he visualized the inevitable aftermath of his act. They would be on his trail in no time. He was certain of it. After all, she could certainly identify him and the car. Apprehended a second time for rape would mean another long stretch in the penitentiary-maybe for as long as fifteen years, and this time he knew they would be in no hurry to let him out on parole.
"Please ... please let me up. I want to go home."
Larry heard her voice but his mind was elsewhere, frantically searching for a way out. How? He pushed himself away from her and sat on the seat as she pulled herself up and reached for her skirt. Larry had a funny look in his eye as he grabbed the garment from her hand. He tossed it over the back of the seat and reached for her breasts.
"Not ... not yet, baby. There's one more thing first ... Then you can go home," he told her, running the palms of his hands over her full breasts. She trembled as he twirled the nipples between his fingers. There was something ominous about the cold, flat tone of his voice that frightened her. Some sixth sense warned her that she was in great danger. What could she do? Helplessly, she sat beside him enduring his loveless caresses.
Larry stared at her, watching for the slightest sign of emotion as his hands roamed over her body. He ran his hands down over her furry thatch and crooked his index finger into the soft groove of her slit. God! How incredibly soft and slippery it was! His finger moved easily inside her hole. When he pulled it out, he looked down and saw that it was covered with blood. Her blood. The blood of a virgin. A look of intense cruelty twisted his lips as he grabbed her and turned her about, pushing her forward so that she was face down on the seat. She began to plead with him, begging him to let her go but he couldn't hear. He was beyond caring, beyond mercy as he gazed at her plump, well-rounded ass.
Judy cried out as his fingers dug at the crack separating the cheeks of her ass. He jammed his finger down till he felt the tight muscle of her anus. With a brutal jab, he thrust the tip of his finger in past the tiny, reddish-brown hole till it could go in no further. The firm, tight walls of her asshole squeezed rhythmically against his finger as he began moving it in and out. She felt the pressure spreading deep into her bowels each time he pushed it in. Her anal ring gripped his finger spasmodically as he shoved it higher and higher till it felt as though he was reaming her guts out with a thick, hot poker. As his cock rose up in another erection, he began whipping his finger in and out, faster and faster.
"I'm gonna stick my prick in and fuck the shit outta you, baby," he grunted. "You're ... gonna know ... the pleasure of being ... ass-fucked."
Judy thought she was going to pass out from the pain as he fingerfucked her viciously. The thought of being forced to take his giant weapon up her asshole filled her with renewed terror. As a particularly severe stab of pain exploded in her rectum, she rose up with a loud cry, forcing his finger to pop out through the anal ring. With an angry curse on his lips, Larry threw himself on top of her, pinning her face down on the seat while his hand brought his stiffened cock up between the cheeks of her tortured ass. She tried to roll out from under him but he was too heavy and she lay beneath him wincing as she felt the huge head of his cock pressing against her anus.
"NO! ... NOOOOOO!" she screamed. "Pleeeese nooo!"
Larry slammed his hips hard against the cheeks of her ass till the swollen head punched through her burning anal ring. His fingers found her hips and he gripped them tightly and began to fuck. Faster and faster he banged his cock into her, grunting and groaning like an animal gone mad. The more he fucked her the more he wanted to hurt her ... make her suffer for the five long years he had spent behind prison bars. Revenge had been a long time coming and, overcome by his sadistic passion, it was easy for Larry to imagine that it was Connie he was getting even with. As reality merged with his overwhelming fantasy, he began cursing the girl, repeating over and over, "Cock-teaser! ... Cock-teaser! ... Cock-teaser ... !"
His voice suddenly faltered as the first bolts of hot jism began moving along his pulsating shaft. He was pumping furiously into her ass now. He grasped both her breasts and pulled her back up as he slid into her, the fury of his thrusts increasing with every stroke. Her ass was a tight sheath of burning fire as it contracted and expanded around his moving cock. He started to grunt, his hoarse groans playing counterpoint to her high-pitched squeals each time he thrust in to the hilt. His strokes quickened and then the thick globs of his creamy come spun off the end of his dick. He let out an agonized cry, gripping her tighter as his balls beat a steady tattoo against her cunt.
"Oh ... yeah! ... it's comin' ... you're gettin' it now, cock-teaser!" he groaned as he filled her clenching ass with his hot juices. His hands slid from her tits and settled on her narrow waist. He yanked her buttocks violently against his groin as the sweet, milky sperm drained out, of his balls.
Finally, when there was no more, his bucking ceased and he fell forward, his weight resting on top of her. Both were covered with rivulets of sweat and as Larry gazed at the curved, glistening back beneath him, he suddenly began to realize anew the seriousness of what he had done.
"Goddamn you!" he cried, his fear giving way to blind anger. He raised himself, placed both hands on her hips and pushed back till his half-hard cock, glistening with a mixture of blood and cum, slipped out of her tortured ass. She uttered a sharp cry of pain and then collapsed face down on the seat. Larry slid behind the wheel and began pulling on his pants. "Get your clothes on!" he barked.
The silence that ensued was broken only by Judy's hesitant sobs as she struggled into her clothes. Larry clamped his teeth tightly together and stared grimly out at the burning desert sands. Now that the deed was over and done with, he couldn't wait to part company with his victim. It had been the same way with Connie, he thought. And then he remembered his credo. Find 'em, fell 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em. That had been his flippant reply to Slip when the older con had suggested that he'd be a hell of a lot better off if he found a nice girl and settled down after he was released from Fallsburg. He had been so cock-sure of himself then, so full of false bravado. Not so now. His anger dissipated, his passion spent, he sat mute behind the wheel, his eyes expressionless as they followed a tumbleweed blowing across the desert floor. Judy's words suddenly jerked him out of his thoughts.
"Please," she whimpered, "all I want is to go home. Just take me back to my car."
Larry barely glanced at her as he started the car and backed it out of the bushes. Silently, he turned it around, kicking up clouds of sand and dust and headed back toward the highway. There wasn't another car in sight as he whipped it onto the roadway and headed towards Judy's disabled car, some four miles down the road. As they hummed along, Larry dug a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and held it out to her. She refused 'with a curt shake of her head.
He extracted one with his lips and lit it. "You know, I'm sorry for uh ... what happened," he began, sucking deeply on his cigarette. Judy remained silent. He continued: "What I mean is ... I wish it had never happened. I don't know what came over me. Just one of those things, I guess. You know, a guy goes without a girl for a long time and he gets kind of crazy, know what I mean? You shouldn't have been there." His voice sounded flat. "You just shouldn't have been there." He waited several moments, hoping she would say something. But she remained silent, her eyes staring straight through the windshield. "Well, there's your car. Next time, be careful who you accept a ride with," he said, pulling off to the side of the road.
Wordlessly, the girl got out and without meeting his eyes, she turned and hurried across the road. Larry watched her for a moment, then stomped on the accelerator and soared off.
"You fuckin' idiot!" he cried, cursing himself "Now you've done it. Couldn't take Hank's advice, could you? No, you're too good for a whore. Why pay for it when you can get it for nothing? Shit! You'll do fifteen years when they catch you-if they catch me," he corrected himself, his mind suddenly rejecting the possibility of being caught. He decided to stay cool for a few days anyway. What the hell, he told himself, she was a young chick, probably from a small town. Why should she disgrace herself by blabbing to the police? It would spread all over town. The newspapers, the radio ... The radio! Sure, why hadn't it occurred to him before? All he had to do was keep his ear glued to the radio. If the chick did go to the police, he'd hear about it soon enough.
Relieved, he switched on the radio and hummed along with the music as he retraced his route back through Kaopa where he'd had breakfast some four hours earlier. He toyed briefly with the idea of stopping off at Hank's whorehouse after all, but dismissed the thought. He had had enough sex for one day, and so he continued on through the town at an easy pace, heading back towards the ranch. Best stay off the road, just in case. No sense risking any more trouble.
It was five o'clock when he arrived at the ranch. The place was empty, for Hank and Josh were still out on the range rounding up strays. Larry took a cool shower, then went to the cookhouse and ate a solitary supper. He returned to the bunkhouse and climbed into his sack. He planned to be fast asleep by the time the others returned-that way he wouldn't have to answer any questions nor make up any excuses for not having gone to the whorehouse. He looked down at his feet hanging over the end of the mattress. Funny, but he didn't care about it anymore and no wonder ...
Chapter 3
The following days passed uneventfully. Larry went about his work quietly and efficiently, applying himself to his chores with such diligence that Tex no longer went out of his way to hard-ass him. Each night, after a hard day's work, Larry would pass the time with Hank and the others at cards. In spite of his diminishing sense of danger, he nevertheless found himself casting furtive glances at the other players, wondering what they would do if they knew he was a rapist. The label sent cold chills up and down his spine. Hell, he was just a guy out for a good time, that's all! He hadn't meant to rape the girl in the beginning, he rationalized ... it was an accident, that's what it was. It could have happened to anyone. It could have, but it didn't. He began to feel depressed.
The days slipped by without incident, and by Friday Larry had all but erased the guilt from his conscience. It was shortly after one o'clock Friday afternoon when disaster finally struck. Larry had been lying on his bunk thumbing through an old magazine when the music suddenly stopped for a bulletin. "POLICE AND SHERIFF'S DEPUTIES, WHO FOR THE PAST WEEK HAVE BEEN CONDUCTING AN INTENSIVE INVESTIGATION INTO THE BRUTAL RAPE OF ONE OF BOULDER CITY'S MOST POPULAR TEENAGERS, JUDY WARWICK, DAUGHTER OF JUDGE WARWICK, ANNOUNCED THEY EXPECTED TO MAKE AN ARREST WITHIN HOURS. THE GIRL WAS OFFERED A LIFT BY A YOUNG MOTORIST AS SHE STOOD BY HER DISABLED AUTO LAST SATURDAY AFTERNOON ... "
A cold sweat broke out on Larry's forehead. He sat motionless for a long time staring dumbly at the radio. The music he had been listening to returned, but now it seemed to be coming from another planet. Uttering a curse, Larry leapt from his bunk and snapped it off. Just his luck. A judge's daughter, no less! Mustn't panic ... keep cool ... try to figure a way out.
"It ain't gonna take 'em long before they come knocking on the door," he mumbled. "Hell! They probably lifted my fingerprints from the hood. I might as well have given them my name and address ... "
He rose from the bunk and headed for the bathroom. "If ya wanna hide something from somebody, kid," Slip had told him once, a long time ago, "stick it where they're least apt to look for it ... right under their noses." A tight smirk crossed his lips as he knelt down before the sink and reached for the loose tile underneath. He gave it a few tugs and it came off in his hand. Reaching inside the hole, he pulled out a leather packet, then replaced the tile. Back in the bunkroom, he opened the packet and dumped its contents on Hank's cot. There was a copy of his parole, a bulging envelope containing a grand total of four hundred and seventy-five dollars, all the money he had been able to save, and a small pocket knife. He almost overlooked the small square of folded paper as he crammed the items back into the packet. He picked it up and unfolded it. It was the address Slip had written down and handed to him as he stood making his last good-byes in the prison courtyard. He had completely forgotten about it! He stuffed the little piece of paper in his shirt pocket, picked up the leather packet and went to his locker. He'd take his clothes of course ... and Hank's car! Too bad. He really hated to steal Hank's car, but there was no other way out. Just as soon as he had the chance, he'd write Hank a note telling him where to find his car. It was the least he could do, but he meant to do it.
It took Larry but a few moments to pack. A pair of jeans, three pairs of slacks, one sport jacket, a couple of shirts, some clean socks and a change of underwear completed his meager wardrobe. With suitcase in hand, he hurried to the door, pausing a moment to peer through the window before stepping out into the bright sunshine.
Luck was with him, for the grounds were deserted, as he had suspected they might be, for the cattle drive was soon to begin and most, if not all of the hands were out scouring the range for the strays that invariably wander off in search of greener grass. He slipped out the door and walked unhurriedly to the car where he tossed his suitcase into the back seat and settled himself behind the wheel, counting himself lucky that Hank was in the habit of leaving his keys in the ignition. It saved him the trouble of having to jump the wires, a trick he had learned as Slip's cellmate up at Fallsburg. He turned the car around and roared off in a cloud of dust, heading for the highway.
As Larry roared along the dirt road, he suddenly remembered the little slip of paper. He pulled over and stopped. He spread the crumpled piece of paper flat against the horn and stared at the address. It wasn't much to go by. It simply said: Slip. Cherokee Junction. Right turn at cross roads. Elko county, Nevada. Luckily, there was a state map in the glove box and he spread it out before him. After a few minutes of searching, his eyes found his destination. Cherokee Junction, it turned out, was a tiny dot, barely visible in the top right hand corner of the state.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" he swore aloud as his finger traced the thin blue line that was Highway 24. Straight up into the mountains it went till it petered out a short distance from Cherokee Junction. According to the scale of miles at the bottom of the map, it was a good three hundred mile trip. He'd have to hurry if he was to make it before dark. He glanced at his watch. It was just a few minutes before one. If he drove steadily, keeping the needle on sixty, sixty-five, he just might make it before the sun dropped behind the mountains. He knew if he didn't make it to the end of that tiny blue line before it grew dark, he'd have to sleep in the car and continue the next morning when it got light. Time to move and move fast, he told himself, flooring the gas pedal.
Moments later he hit the main highway, made a right turn and gunned the Chevy north, north along the blue line that would lead him to Cherokee Junction and maybe a place to stay till he could figure out his next move. To ease the monotony he flipped on the radio and dialed around, but all he got was a continuous hum of static, and the further north he traveled, the louder it became. He turned it off in disgust and contented himself by whistling ditties he had learned while up at Fallsburg. When he ran out of ditties, he passed the time by playing a game he called kill the jack. Every time he saw one of the big prairie rabbits in the road, he'd floor the pedal in an effort to run it down. On the third try, he hit a big one.
BAM!
Larry glanced into the mirror at the lump of fur lying inert in the roadway. Suddenly, what had been a feeling of triumph, now became a feeling of remorse for the creature he had so wantonly killed. "Now what the fuck did I do that for?" he asked himself aloud. He began to berate himself. "Larry the rabbit killer, that's who I am. There ain't a rabbit alive I can't kill. Big deal." He killed no more jacks for the rest of the trip.
Cherry Creek loomed suddenly ahead. Larry slowed down to a sedate twenty-five miles per hour as he passed through the sleepy town which looked more like an abandoned Indian village than anything else: a few cows off to one side of the road, a battered pick-up sitting idly in the fields, and one or two Indians sitting about in the shade like carved figures, unspeaking, unmoving. He pulled up in front of a one-pump gas station and honked his horn. A sleepy-eyed old Indian appeared in the doorway of an old shack and looked him over.
"Fill 'er up," Larry said.
The Indian moved to the rear and began pumping gas into the tank. Larry got out to stretch his legs and inquired how far it was to Cherokee Junction.
"Maybe three hours," he said, pointing to the north. Larry thanked him, paid his bill and roared off.
He drove steadily north, passing thru tiny oases stuck away in the mountains with names like Boone Springs, Currie, and Snow Water Lake. Five miles outside Tobar, he noticed the temperature gauge needle moving dangerously near to the overheat point. It wouldn't do to stall out here in the middle of nowhere. He was thinking of turning back towards Tobar when, ahead, along the right side of the road, he spied a rickety water tower. He pulled off the road, leaving the engine idling while he looked about for some means to transport the water from the tower. He searched along the side of the road for a few moments before coming upon an old, rusty gallon can, lying half hidden in the brush. It looked good, no holes, just a lot of rust. He cleaned as much as he could of the scaly rust from the inside and hauled himself up the wooden ladder to the top of the tower.
The water level was only a foot or so from the rim of the tank and Larry experienced a sudden desire to jump in, clothes and all, for a good cooling off, but the thought of arriving at the crossroads to Cherokee Junction after the sun had gone down made it easy for him to ignore his urge. He filled the can and climbed back down the ladder.
It was tricky business trying to unscrew the car's radiator cap, for the motor had overheated to a dangerous degree and the pressure was considerable. When it finally came off, he jumped back as a great spout of steam hissed into the air. He waited some moments for it to simmer down and then he poured very slowly till the can was empty. He stuck his finger gingerly through the opening but it came out dry so he climbed the tank again and returned with a second can. That did it. The water came surging up over the top of the opening, spraying back over the motor as it hit the fan blade. He replaced the cap, lowered the hood and checked his bearings again. According to the map, he still had sixty, maybe seventy miles to go. He decided to take a can of water with him for, if the leak was a bad one he sure as hell would need it. Accordingly, he made yet another trip to the top of the tower, filled the can and descended. He wedged it tight between the back of the seat and his suitcase and took off again. With only an hour of daylight left, he'd have to hurry.
It was a race against time now, and to be certain of making it, he maintained a steady seventy-five miles per hour. There was hardly any traffic on the road but the hills were steep and he found himself keeping a wary eye on the temperature gauge. As he descended into the valley, long, jagged shadows reached across the road, for the sun had dropped behind the peaks. In another fifteen minutes it would be dark!
Just as Larry was about to despair, Highway Twenty-four suddenly split into a fork, angling off to the left a few feet beyond a lonely intersection. He skidded to a stop, peering at the weather-beaten sign-post. "Yeah, this is it," he heard himself saying as he reached for the note. Turn right at crossroads, it read. Hot damn! Elated, Larry dropped the shift into drive and wheeled hard to the right, heading down a narrow dirt road that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. He bounced along for several miles and then he saw it; a little house barely larger than a vacation cabin, sitting in a little clearing. With a sigh of relief, Larry stopped the car by the side of the road and got out. He noticed one lone light on which was a good sign. At least now he wouldn't have to go through the bother of breaking in.
"Hold it right there, mister!"
Larry stopped dead in his tracks. Ahead of him, framed in the cabin's doorway, stood a woman holding a wicked-looking shotgun. Both barrels were pointed at his midsection.
"What do you want here?" she demanded, cradling the weapon tighter in her hands.
"Uh, you must be Zelda. Slip told me all about you. We were roommates up in Fallsburg. Said I could drop by when he got out," he answered.
"Well, he ain't out yet. You're a little early."
Larry shrugged his shoulders and forced a grin. "Yeah, well, I guess I am at that but ... "
She cut him off. "Where you from?"
"A ranch about sixty miles from Vegas." She was still suspicious. "How come you left?"
"It got to be a little too much like Fallsburg. I cut out."
"Well, I don't blame you there. I guess it's all right for you to come in," she said, lowering the shotgun. Relieved, he followed her inside.
Her manner suddenly turned cordial as she invited him to share the dinner which was heating on the old iron stove in the corner of the kitchen. Larry thanked her and took a seat at the table, eyeing her as she stood with her back to him while she stirred something in a pot. His eyes took in her face and figure and he began to realize that she was quite a looker. Slip had done all right for himself.
Over supper, Zelda asked him a few perfunctory questions about Slip which he answered readily. His accurate replies seemed to reassure her that he was indeed telling the truth. But, strangely enough, she seemed oddly uninterested in discussing him at any great length. A few desultory questions about Slip's health, the prison diet and the general conditions inside the walls seemed to suffice and the subject was neatly dropped. "More gravy?" she asked, reaching for the ladle. He nodded and watched as she poured a generous amount of the hot gravy over his meat and potatoes.
They chatted politely, mostly small talk, and then supper was over. She set him out a cup of coffee while she washed the dishes and put them away. As he sat alternately watching her and sipping the steaming brew. Larry couldn't help wondering about her obvious lack of interest in Slip. Her voice suddenly broke into his thoughts. "What'd they send you up for?"
He decided to be blunt. "Rape. That is. They said it was rape." he added.
The silence that followed was crashing and he immediately regretted having told her. As she stood staring at him, he swallowed nervously and began shifting about in his chair. A line of beaded sweat broke out on his forehead which did not escape her notice. She sat staring at him for some time, and when at last she spoke, her voice was edged with a faint trace of mockery.
"What's the matter? ... Ain't afraid of me, are you?"
With a quick, nervous movement, he jerked his hand up and wiped the grime from his face. "Afraid of you?" he inquired, red-faced. "Why should I be afraid of you?" Zelda laughed.
"Well, you're workin' up a mighty big sweat there ... Maybe what you need is a nice cold shower to cool off."
"Yeah, it was a long drive," he replied, eager to change the subject. He got to his feet and glanced about.
"Bathroom's down the hall on your left," she said, smiling as she stood up. "I'll make us some drinks and turn on the music ... Ain't often I get company, way back here in the mountains."
Larry smiled back and went down the hall to the bathroom. Behind the closed door, he stripped naked and stepped into the tub. Once under the shower, he began to feel human again. What a relief to get rid of all that dirt and grime! As he soaped his balls, his thoughts turned to Zelda. "Not bad ... not bad at all! Big tits ... nice ass ... " For a split second, he remembered his friend, Slip, back in the joint. What would Slip think if he knew he was planning to fuck his wife? The wife he hadn't seen in more then six years? He convinced himself that it didn't matter and pushed the thought from his mind. Shit! A woman's got her needs, hasn't she? Hell: He might expect Slip to do the same thing if the situation were reversed!
While Larry rationalized away his guilt in the shower, Zelda moved about the living room making sure everything was just so. After mixing two screwdrivers reinforced with triple shots, she placed them side by side on the coffee table. Next, she found some soft music on the radio. Then she went around the room dimming all the lights. When all was in readiness, she slipped down the hall to the bedroom and changed into a loose-fitting black negligee, drawing the waist in tight to overemphasize the smooth, rounded curves of her voluptuous hips. After making last minute adjustments before the full-length mirror, she returned to the living room to await Larry's return. She sat down on the couch, crossed her shapely legs and lifted her glass as Larry appeared in the doorway.
The first thing that caught his eye was her rounded knee, plainly visible as it rested over her thigh. He went over and sat down beside her. He picked up his glass, raised it in a salute and took a long swallow. Zelda followed suit.
"Tell me ... about the girl you raped." she said quite suddenly as she placed her glass on the table.
Larry shrugged. "Well, uh, you know ... it was just one of those things. I met her in a bar. She started right in teasin' me ... rubbin' herself all over me. After that, when the place closed. I took her to a lover's lane I found and ... and ... well, you know, I just did it."
Zelda searched his eyes intently. She didn't want to miss anything. "And for ... doing it to her they gave you ... how long?"
"I was in prison for just three months short of five long years," he replied grimly.
Zelda clicked her tongue, sympathetically. "That's really too bad. A nice young man being sent to prison for such a long time and for what? Just for having a little fun ... "
Larry nodded, picked up his glass and all but drained it before he set it down again. "Yeah, well," he replied, wiping his hand across his lips, "it's all over now, I ain't gettin' caught again, that's for sure."
"I don't blame you, honey," Zelda said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Larry tensed and reached for his glass again. He was acutely aware of the pressure of her hand as he practically gulped down his drink, Zelda let her hand slide down over his back. "Let's dance," she whispered, her voice suddenly very low-pitched and sexy.
They danced cheek to cheek in the dimly lit room. Each time Larry whirled her about, he could feel her pressing her knee between his thighs, the contact sending electric sparks shooting up and down his spine. With the feel of her warm, womanly body in his arms and the scent of her musky perfume in his nostrils, his cock soon rose stiffly in his pants, but this time he made no effort to hide the tell-tale bulge. Hell! She was just begging for it, the way she was rubbing herself all over him! ... Just like Judy had done. Of course! That was it! She wanted him to rape her!
When they finished dancing, Larry returned to the couch while Zelda fixed two more stiff drinks. She handed him one and sat down beside him, very close. He could barely keep his eyes off her tits. They seemed aching to be sucked, almost hanging out of her negligee as she turned sideways and looked soulfully into his eyes. "Show me ... show me ... what you did," she said in a half-whisper. "I ... think it ... would be kind of ... exciting. Do ... you mind?"
Did he mind? Son-of-a-bitch! Imagine that? "Excuse me, sir, but do you mind showing me how you go about raping a woman?" Larry almost choked on his drink as he put it down. So that was her game. Well, he would prove to be as good an actor as he was a rape artist.
"Well," he replied, pretending to be serious, "the first thing I did was to put my arms around her ... like this and ... kiss her." He took her into his arms and pressed his lips hard against her warm, moist mouth. She felt his tongue snaking over hers and reciprocated hotly, sucking at it as he pushed the tip halfway down her throat. They broke apart suddenly.
"Then," she asked, placing her hand on his thigh. "then ... what did you do?"
Larry was having a ball. Talk about cooperation! "The next thing I did was to put my hand up under her skirt ... like this," he croaked as his passion threatened to overwhelm him. Gingerly, he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thigh and began feeling upwards. "I just kept pushing my hand up, further and further, until I reached her panties-like this-and once I had my hand on them, I pulled them aside-like this-and then I started to rub her-there, just like I'm doing now."
Zelda pretended a clinical interest in what he was doing to her but, in spite of her pretense, she began squirming, grinding her ass into the soft cushions as his finger swabbed the length of her big slit. She began breathing rapidly as he continued fingering her cunt.
"Ohhhh! And then ... what did you do?" she gasped.
"Well, uh, then I started to undress her," Larry replied as his finger slipped out of her warm cunt. He fumbled with the drawstring about her waist and pushed the negligee aside. "Then I rubbed her nipples and ... and sucked on them, like this," he continued as he lowered his face between her big tits. He took one of the long nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it as Zelda moaned deliriously. Her thighs suddenly parted and she closed her eyes, Larry sucked each nipple till they were hard and rubbery. As he took his mouth away, she opened her eyes slightly and gasped.
"Then ... then what happened?"
Larry's eyes, darted down to her furry bush. A big, black triangle of thick, curly hair floated between her thighs. "Well, uh, then I ... I ... put my head down ... between her ... legs ... like this," he said, getting down on his knees before her. She groaned with anticipation as she felt his ears brushing along her inner thighs. "And then I ... put my month against it and ... sucked her off, like this," he continued, his blood pounding in his veins as his lips came into contact with the hot lips of her pussy, already slick. He brought his thumbs up and parted the lips as his pointed tongue darted inside, licking and lapping furiously.
Zelda threw her arms out on either side of her and gripped the cushions as if to brace herself for the trip around the world she knew he was going to give her. She felt his hands pressing up under her buttocks and she lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders.
"OOOhhhhhhh ... mmmmnnnnnn ... did ... did she ... like it?" she gasped as she felt his busy tongue sliding back and forth along the length of her big cunt.
"Mnnnnn ... she ... loved it ... 'specially when I sucked on her clitoris ... like this," Larry gasped as he vacuumed the hard little bud from its moist enclosure. The more he sucked on it, the bigger it grew, till at last it was fully half an inch long. He kept sucking at it lustily, flicking at it with his tongue till Zelda started to come.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH! Baby ... so good! Ohhhhhh, what are you doing to me? God! Suck it, lick it. lick my cunt, darling!" she cried, arching her hips against his hungry mouth.
Larry's tongue reamed out the inner recesses of her dripping cunt till she came with a loud groan. Frantically, he began tugging at his pants while he continued sucking. He got the zipper down and wriggled till his pants fell below his knees. He could feel his stiff cock pressing against the couch. Soon ... soon he would have his big dick buried inside her and then the sparks would really fly.
As Zelda came down from her orgasm, she lowered her hips and raised her legs, spreading them wide apart. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she gazed down at him.
"Oh Larry, honey ... that was fantastic! You really know how to do it." she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "But tell me, what else did you do?"
Larry looked up from her cunt and licked his lips. He stood up before her and hefted his aching cock in his hand. Zelda stared at it, wide-eyed with desire as he forced the skin back over the blood-red head, "Well," he began, "the next thing I did, if ya wanna know the truth, was to take her into the back seat and fuck her with this," he said, shaking his thick meat at her.
Zelda gave him a little-girl look. "But we don't have a back seat, Larry baby. What are we going to do?"
Larry smiled mirthlessly. "No trouble there, baby. You and me is going into the bedroom. The bedroom will be our back seat and then I can show you how I fucked the ass off her."
Cooing excitedly, Zelda rose from the couch and shook off her negligee. Larry glanced down at her cunt and saw that her bush was matted in places with a mixture of her juice and his saliva. He had been there. He had sucked between those gorgeous thighs! The remembrance sent his cock arching a notch higher. As she passed in front of him, he reached out with his open palm and swatted her across the buttocks.
"OUCH!" she cried, leaping forward under the shock. She giggled all the way to the bedroom.
Larry's eyes blazed with the light of a thousand fires as he approached the bed where Zelda lay, spread out to his gaze. She lay flat on her back with her smooth, creamy thighs spread far apart. There was neither shame nor guilt in her voice as she urged him on with obscene words and gestures. "Fuck me. Larry baby. Stick that big dick deep into my cunt and fuck the shit outta me. It's been ... so long. You don't know how often I've done it to myself. Sometimes with my finger ... sometimes with a candle. I've been going crazy here, waitin for Slip to come back to me. Now I don't hafta wait anymore 'cause you're here with that big, beautiful prick and I want it, baby. Oh, how I want it! Give it to me ... Hurry ... NOW!"
With a cry on his lips, Larry fell down on her and shoved his face up into the thick crop of black hairs between her thighs. He just had to taste her again. He opened his mouth and buried his tongue deep inside her as she jerked wide her thighs. He grasped her hips in his hands and ate her like a watermelon, slurping and licking noisily.
"MMMMNNNNNNN ... tastes good. I can still taste you from the last time. Think you can cum again?"
Zelda raised her arms above her head and turned her face to one side. "You just keep workin at me like that and see what happens, lover-boy," she replied, looking down at him.
He lay on his elbows with her hips in his hands and devoured her greedily, moaning and groaning with lust as he ran his tongue rapidly in and out of her burning gash. He swallowed everything; curly cunt hairs, her juice and his saliva. As he tongued her to the brink, she began to yell at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Larry felt her thigh muscles tighten around his head as she started to come. As she slipped into her orgasm, she slammed her hands down on the back of his neck and pumped her hips into his face, releasing streams of lubricating juice into his mouth. He licked and swallowed rapidly, twisting his head about from side to side as she squirmed above him.
"EEEEEOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"
Her cries were music to his ears as he began lapping his tongue against her tight little anus. He pursed his lips around the perimeter of her anal ring and pressed his tongue against the opening, sucking inward in order to open the muscle little by little. The suction he was creating with his lips caused Zelda's asshole to contract and expand. She lifted her buttocks high in the air and cried obscenely:
"That's it! Suck my ass, baby! Don't stop! Never stop!"
Suddenly that was exactly what Larry did. Zelda cried out in dismay as he removed his tongue from her little button. Gasping for breath, he twisted her over so that she was lying on her stomach. Now he could really get his tongue in.
Zelda's ass was a thing of beauty all by itself. Twin mounds of firm, white flesh rose high above her creamy white thighs. It was a sight to stiffen the cocks of a thousand sodomists. And Larry had it all to himself. He spread her thighs and leaned on his elbows with his nose pressed into the crack. With the palms of his hands resting on each lovely buttock, he pressed them apart with his thumbs and gazed at the tempting little rosebud as it twitched in anticipation.
"Lick it, sweetheart ... make me feel good with your lovely tongue," she murmured, puckering up her asshole.
Larry's flicking tongue made her squeeze her cheeks together. He nibbled at the firm flesh of both buttocks and gently spread them apart again. Zelda relaxed her muscles as he drilled the tip of his tongue hard against the tiny hole. She could feel his hot breath warming her cheeks as he attempted to slip his tongue through the tiny opening. Little by little, he pushed it and then, suddenly, it broke through the ring. With a cry, Zelda stuck her ass up in the air as his slick, moving tongue snaked its way along the slippery-smooth walls of her anus.
"Oh ... good ... that's it ... mmmmmnnnnnn ... faster!"
With his fingers forcing her cheeks wide open, Larry opened his mouth wide and reamed out her hot asshole. Up and down, back and forth, in and out, he worked his tongue until his jaws began to ache. Zelda's finger suddenly appeared below his chin as she inserted one long digit deep into her slippery cunt. She began heaving her hips up and down on her finger as Larry strove to keep his tongue in her ass. He gripped her cheeks tighter and hung on as she thrashed and writhed against his tongue. Suddenly a series of grunts broke from her lips. The combination of her finger in her cunt and Larry's tongue deep inside her asshole drove her out of her mind. She gripped the bed board and screamed into the pillow as Larry's tongue tickled the sensitive walls of her asshole. Gradually her moans quieted to simmering whimpers. Without warning, she rolled over on her back with a yelp as his tongue slipped back out through the tiny sphincter muscle.
"Fuck me! ... Quick! ... Stick that big prick in my cunt! Fuck me! ... Fuck me now! ... NOW!!"
As Larry wiped his hand across his mouth, she grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high in the air, pulling them back over her head. He watched with lust-dulled eyes as she heaved her hips up and down against the mattress. Unable to put off his lust any longer, he sprang on top of her, one hand on his rock-hard prick as he guided it between her voluptuous thighs.
"Yes! ... YESSSSSSS! ... Give it to me! FUCK ME TO DEATH!"
Larry pushed his throbbing pole hard against her gaping slit, bucking his ass viciously against her in his rush to get it in. On the second slam, he felt it plowing up into the elastic walls of her smoldering cunt. Quick as a cat, Zelda dropped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into the small of his back as her hands reached down and gripped his ass. With an animal groan, she pulled his ass against her bucking pelvis and fucked back at him with the strength of a tiger. It was Zelda's first fuck in six long years and she meant to get the most out of it.
Larry soon realized he had a tiger by the tail. No spring chicken, this one. She was out to fuck the balls off him! Each time he snapped his hips back, preparing to ram his cock in again, her heels would dig hard into his spine and her fingers would sink painfully into the cheeks of his ass as she pulled him tight against her. He gripped her by her shoulders and gasped as he felt his thick cock literally being sucked deep into her steaming cunt. The powerful walls clamped together around his moving shaft till it felt as though he were being milked by some unseen fingers deep inside her vagina. Nothing in his past experience could have prepared him for the fuck Zelda was giving him right now. Talk about rape? Shit! He was the one being raped!
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" An agonizing scream tore from his throat as her cunt contracted, milking the hot jism out of his balls and up along the length of his pulsing shaft. He thought he would never stop coming as stream after stream of his thick, juicy sperm spurted from his quivering cockhead. There was no question now who was fucking whom as Larry ground out his orgasm in a mixture of passionate moans and anguished cries. After what seemed like an eternity, his orgasm began to subside and his come-cry trailed off into a series of long, drawn out grunts. Zelda pressed her fingers into his muscled shoulders and held him tight. He could feel her heels pushing into his back as she sought to coax out the last drops. When it was all out, trapped warm and gooey by the walls of her clenching vagina, he raised himself on his elbows and prepared to withdraw his cock. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation in his ass. He jerked his hips back but stopped abruptly as the tight ring of his anus contracted around something warm and hard. It was her finger! He had been so high on his orgasm that he hadn't even felt it going in. When she saw a frown crossing his handsome face, she withdrew it. It made a popping sound as it emerged.
"OOOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH!" he howled, slapping his palm against his puckered asshole. It hurt like hell and it made him angry. But it was her laughter that got under his skin. He decided to teach her a lesson.
"Turn over, baby," he said with a grin. "Larry wants to suck on that delicious asshole again."
Zelda didn't wait for a second invitation. She realized he was tired after his long drive and now he must be totally fucked out. With a giggle of delight, she flopped over on her belly, eager to feel his tongue swabbing her asshole. She spread her well-shaped ass-cheeks wide apart till he could glimpse the pinkish-brown hole winking temptingly at him. He knelt down between her outstretched thighs and began licking at the hot little bud. Her satisfied moans told Larry that she was anticipating a thorough reaming out. She'd be reamed out all right, only not in the way she was expecting.
Barely able to contain his rising sadism, Larry spent several long moments gazing intently at the sweet little love-bud nestled between her lush cheeks. The brutal act he was about to commit fanned the flames of his unnatural passion. His hand trembled as he placed it over the valley separating her lovely mounds. Slowly, with thumb and forefinger, he spread them wide apart. He brought his other hand up to her crack and extended his thumb and middle finger. Now she was at his mercy, just as Connie and Judy had been, he reminded himself. Now! Stick 'em into her like you were grabbing a bowling ball ... skewer both holes and squeeze hard.
"EEEEIIIIEEEEE!" An ear-splitting cry broke from her lips and reverberated through the empty cottage as his thumb punctured her anus. While his middle finger pulled roughly against the smooth, slippery walls of her vagina, he worked his thumb deep into the hot sheath of her asshole. Bucking and twisting, Zelda tried desperately to escape but he rammed his hand hard against her squirming cheeks, pushing his fingers ever deeper into her cunt and asshole.
"Don't like that, do ya?" he snarled, pushing his thumb in to the hilt. With a harsh laugh on his lips, he attempted to lift her up, twisting his fingers inside her till the walls of both canals pressed painfully, one against the other.
Zelda screamed again as the vicious torture continued. She tried to catch hold of the headboard in order to pull away from him but he slid sideways, thwarting her move as he shoved his arm under her belly and hauled her back. Impaled on both fingers, her billowing ass held high in the air, her legs kicking frantically at the mattress, Zelda presented an obscene picture of the helpless victim in the grip of an aggressive master.
"Oh God! ... Help me ... Stop! Stop! ... Please, Larry, No!" she bawled.
He kept his fingers jammed tight into her holes, showing no mercy. The more she screamed and hollered, the more he seemed to enjoy it. To increase her pain, he bent his fingers till she could feel his short nails digging into the sensitive walls. Inside, his fingers felt as though they were scratching wet velvet. His excitement mounting, he bent both fingers, twisting them about till she rose up on her toes, bawling at the top of her lungs. That's when he let go, jerking his fingers out with a quick, backward pull.
"OOOOWWWWWW!"
Zelda thought her guts were being torn out. For a fraction of a second she remained on tiptoes, momentarily frozen in position by the excruciating pain. As Larry leaned back on his heels, a grin of deep satisfaction on his lips, she toppled sideways and began groveling on the bed, both hands pressed against her violated cheeks. The bed shook with her sobs till he lifted his palm and whacked her hard across her ass. With a sharp cry, she twisted sideways, rubbing her behind vigorously.
"You're a son-of-a-bitch!" she spat.
Larry grinned. "That'll teach you to think before you act." he retorted, referring to her finger in his ass. Zelda began to pout.
"Well, ya didn't have to be so rough about it," she complained, rubbing her cheeks tenderly.
Larry ignored her remark. "Come over here," he commanded. She hesitated a moment, then crawled up beside him. He put his arm around her neck and pulled her close. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, running his hands tenderly over her big tits. They were warm and firm and reassuring to the touch. Larry felt all his aggression flowing out of his being. He no longer wanted to hurt, to debase, to humiliate. He wanted to sleep for a long time, snuggled close against Zelda's warm body. She was no longer a sexual toy at the mercy of his ungovernable lust. Now she was Mother Earth, soft and forgiving; Provider of Peace and Comfort for all his aches and fears. She would love him and take care of him. He sensed that without even asking her about it. Contented, he lay on his back beside her and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling easily.
Zelda sensed his mood and snuggled against his long, lean body. She knew he was at peace now and she lay with her cheek resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "It's doing sixty miles an hour," she murmured.
"What's that?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Your heart, that's what. It's beating like a hammer."
"What'd you expect it to do? A slow waltz?"
She pressed her lips against his chest and giggled. "Thank you," she whispered as she licked his sweaty armpit.
Larry turned and looked down at her. "For what?"
"For making me feel like a woman again."
He was perplexed. "I thought ya didn't like it?"
"No, silly. I meant when we made love. It was the best I ever had."
He reached out and rubbed her behind. "When I fucks 'em they stay fucked," he boasted.
Zelda giggled and reached for his cock, flaccid now and smeared with dried cum. She curled her fingers around it, squeezing gently. "I'm all set to go again, lover. That is, whenever you're ready." She gazed at his cock lovingly. Larry pushed her hand away.
"Cut it out, I'm tired ... want to sleep now." he mumbled, burying his head into the pillow.
Zelda was sympathetic. "Sure, I understand baby. A man always gets tired after making king-sized love like we did. My! You really know your stuff," she added. Larry opened his eyes again.
"Nah, it ain't that so much. Just tired, that's all. Tired of runnin' away ... from things. Tired of people ... tired of the Law. Too much runnin'. Seems like I've spent half my life jus' runnin' ... always runnin' away from somethin' ..."
Zelda was perplexed. "But it's all over now, baby," she replied, hoping to soothe his troubled spirit. "You served your time, now you're free. You're still young yet ... you got your whole life ahead of you."
Larry closed his eyes, groaning as he shook his head from side to side. "No dice ... too late ... I've already-" He had been about to say, "raped a girl," but caught himself in time. He fell silent and turned his face to the wall.
Zelda stared at his thick shock of wavy hair, a frown knitting her brow. "What is it, baby?" She waited, but when he remained silent, she added: "I'll help you anyway I can, you know that."
Larry remained silent for some time. At length, he opened his eyes and spoke to the wall. "Don't wanna talk now. Tomorrow ... tomorrow we'll talk ... wanna sleep now."
Zelda lay quietly for a long time until she was sure he was asleep. Moving carefully, she eased herself out of bed, threw on a robe and slipped quietly out of the room. She went directly to the living room and glanced through the curtains. The sun had already dropped behind the mountains now. Long, jagged shadows were everywhere. Soon it would be as black as night. She was about to lock the front door when suddenly she remembered the car. Without quite knowing why, she obeyed her intuition and went out to the car. Behind the wheel, she released the emergency brake and let the car roll forward till it was out of sight behind the house. Quickly, she returned, locking the door securely behind her.
She sat for a long time, rocking to and fro before the slowly dying fire in the hearth. Until Larry had come along, she had been content to spend her time in the tiny cabin waiting for Slip to come back to her. It had been far from easy. She was a young woman of twenty-six and she had her whole life ahead of her. Now, she was suddenly asking herself what kind of life that was going to be? She'd be twenty-eight when Slip got out. And in the meantime, she still faced two long, lonely years' more waiting. Waiting for what? She asked herself scornfully. They had never gotten along too well, anyway. Slip's letters had been few and far between. They were strangers now. Two people bound together by a meaningless piece of paper. The thought of Larry, young, handsome and sound asleep in the back bedroom suddenly seemed to clear away all the doubts that had lingered so long. She rose, put out the light and made her way back to the bathroom. She slipped out of her robe and lay down beside his still form, her mind in a whirl of confusion. She tried desperately to arrive at some concrete conclusions about Larry but it seemed a hopeless task. All she knew was that he had been a convict and now she suspected he was on the run again. But for what? And, would he stay? If he did, then for how long? The answers to her searching questions continued to escape her and, finally, she gave up. It wasn't till late in the night that she was able to drift into a fitful sleep.
Chapter 4
Light was streaming through the bedroom window when Larry awakened the following morning. He rose slowly on his elbows and looked around the strange room. For a moment he forgot where he was and then he remembered. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. With a start, he realized Zelda was gone.
"Zelda?" He waited, then called her name again. A moment later she stood in the doorway.
"Well, I began to think you'd died in your sleep," she said, approaching the bed. She leaned over and kissed the top of his head.
"What ... what time is it?" Larry asked in a thick voice. He ran his hands through his hair as if to rid himself of the last traces of sleep.
"Almost noon the last time I looked, lover," she replied cheerfully. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at him. "How about some breakfast?" He nodded his head. "Coffee and eggs sound good?" Again he nodded. She rose and started for the door. "You'll feel much better after a nice shower," she said, gliding out of the room.
Larry crawled out of bed, slipped out of his shorts and stumbled into the shower. On the way, he could hear the welcome sound of bacon frying in the kitchen. A moment later, he came alive under the stinging needles of the shower. God! It felt so good to be alive! He dried himself and returned to the bedroom. He looked around for his pants but they were nowhere in sight. "Hey! Zelda! Where the hell are my pants?"
"Coming, lover," she called out. She appeared at the door with his pants draped over her arm. "Here," she said, "they were awfully wrinkled so I gave 'em a good ironin'."
"Thanks," he replied, reaching for his pants. "Breakfast ready yet?"
"Everything's all set ... just have to put out the plates." A moment later she was back in the kitchen humming an unfamiliar ditty.
Larry threw on his shirt and buttoned it. He regretted not having washed out his shorts. That's what I get for bein' in such a hurry, he thought, remembering his hasty exit from the ranch. Oh well, he'd just have to do without them for the time being. Climbing into his newly pressed slacks, he suddenly realized that he was clean again-and well-rested, almost cheerful. After a good country breakfast, a smoke, and maybe a walk around the place, he'd begin thinking about his plans. A man without a plan is a man going nowhere, he reminded himself. After zipping up his fly, he slipped into his shoes and headed for the kitchen.
She was still humming as he came into the room. She was leaning over the stove and didn't hear him as he went to the table. "What's that you're hummin'?" he asked, sitting down before a plate of bacon and eggs. A steaming cup of black coffee and a small glass of orange juice reawakened his appetite.
Zelda turned at the sound of his voice. "You like it? It's called, 'When My Lover Comes Back'."
"Mmm," he replied, glancing at her ass, "not bad ... not bad."
He made short work of his breakfast, gobbling up the bacon and eggs with gusto. When he was finished, Zelda refilled his cup. "Feeling better this morning?" she asked, taking a seat at the table.
"Never felt better," he replied, sipping at his coffee. He looked around the kitchen with its cottage windows, Dutch door and old-fashioned fireplace. "Nice place ya got here. Been here long?" he asked, mildly curious.
"'Bout three years," she replied quietly. "I took some of the money my mother left me and bought it. At the time, it was a good idea ... just to get away from people for a while."
"Yeah. I know the feelin'," Larry agreed quickly. "How come ya stayed three years?"
Zelda shrugged. "I don't know, really. It seems the longer I stay the harder it is to leave. Place sorta grows on you after a while." She watched him, hoping he'd tell her about himself. There were so many things she wanted to know.
Larry guessed her thoughts by the pensive look on her face. He knew he would remain mute on the subject. The timing was wrong. It was too early yet. Maybe later. He swallowed the last of the coffee and lit the first cigarette of the day.
Zelda did most, if not all of the talking during the next half hour. She told him everything. How she met Slip on a blind date and how, just three weeks afterwards, she had married him. After a brief honeymoon in San Francisco, they settled down. A week after they had moved into their new apartment, Slip came home with news that he had gotten a job as a salesman for a manufacturing firm. Zelda was overjoyed at first until she discovered that Slip was required to travel for the company. "Sometimes I'd go a week without seeing him, but the minute he came in the door I'd forget all the loneliness. He never told me exactly how much he earned, but we always had more than enough money to live pretty well. I didn't know it at the time, of course, but all the time he was away on business, he was actually out robbing filling stations and small town banks. It went on for four months until the police walked in the front door one day and arrested him. When I heard the judge say six to ten years I almost fainted. Two days afterward, they shipped him to Fallsburg."
Larry noticed the far-off look in her eyes and knew at once that he wasn't the only one with a troubled past. The silence ensued for some moments before he asked: "Did ya ... ever go and visit him?"
Zelda breathed a long sigh. "Yeah, twice," she said, her voice flat and without any apparent emotion. "I couldn't stand the strain of going up anymore. Besides, we both realized he didn't really love me, only he wasn't man enough to admit it to either of us."
"It's funny-Slip never mentioned it to me. Never said a word."
Zelda's laugh was quick and mirthless. "Ha! Even convicts have secrets, or are you an exception?"
Larry shrugged, a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah ... right," he replied, getting to his feet. He turned and glanced at Zelda, still seated at the table. "Well, think I'll go out for a walk around. It's a beautiful day." She said nothing and he turned and started for the door. As he stepped outside into the bright sunshine, she called after him:
"I'll show you around. I know every blade of grass for miles. Besides," she added with a grin, "you might get lost in these hills." She rose and followed him outside, shutting the door behind her.
Larry experienced a certain exhilaration as he walked with Zelda along the mountain path that began just a hundred yards behind the house and continued all the way to the top of the mountain. For the first time in his life he was aware of a true sense of freedom. He had nothing to fear now with the ugliness and the noise of civilization some seventy-five miles in any direction. Here, without credentials, he could, like the grey fox or the hawk wheeling about in the sky above, move at his own discretion, and the only law was the Law of Survival.
He continued up the path with Zelda following close behind. Dogwood was in full bloom everywhere and birds sang from every tree. He made a bouquet of dogwood, holding the stems together with a rubber band he found in his pocket. She laughed when he presented it to her with a courtly bow. He waited on the trail while she removed one of the flowers and stuck it in her hair. They acted like lovers, walking hand in hand whenever the trail widened, she falling behind as soon as it narrowed further on. Once at the top, panting from the exertion of the steep climb, they sat side by side on a huge flat boulder and looked out over the valley far below.
"Big country," Larry admitted, impressed with the view.
"It's my favorite spot," Zelda confided. She slipped her arm about his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I never thought I'd share it with anyone," she confessed.
Larry shielded his eyes with the palm of his hand. Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes scanning the vastness of the valley. "Hmmmmm. With a pair of good binoculars I could spot a car thirty miles away," he said thoughtfully.
Zelda turned, her nose crinkling with a frown. "Why? You expecting company?"
"Yeah," Larry mumbled forlornly.
"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me. I must know. Don't let me find out the way I found out about Slip," she pleaded. There was an urgency in her words that he couldn't refuse.
"I raped a girl," he said, tonelessly. "Another one, that is. Before I left the ranch. Couldn't help it. Suddenly she was there by the side of the road. I had the hots that day an', well, I picked her up an', well, I wound up raping her. Turns out she's the daughter of some big-shot judge. Ha! Can ya beat that?"
For a while Zelda said nothing. She was deep in her thoughts, wondering why a guy as young and good-looking as Larry should have to go around raping girls. She didn't know much about psychology, but she realized there were men like that, men who couldn't control their animal passions. She turned and gazed at him with compassionate eyes. "I'll help you in any way I can, baby. You know that. Only you must promise me that as long as we're together, you won't do it again. If you did, I don't think I could stay with you, and I want so very much to be with you ... always. Do ... do you understand?" She looked as though she were about to cry.
"Yeah, I understand, Zel, but you don't hafta worry. I'll stay clean from now on and that's a promise." He looked away, misty-eyed. "I ... won't ever do it again," he reiterated. "Ever." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.
For a long time they sat side by side, each lost in his own world of silent thought. Larry realized with sudden insight that Zelda loved him enough to believe in him. He made a secret vow that he would never betray her trust. In his own way, he sensed he was beginning to feel a tenderness for her. Was it love? Before he could pursue the question, the grim realization that he was wanted by the police triggered a moodiness that prevented him from confiding to her about his feelings. Too bad. He would have liked to. He got to his feet.
"Guess we'd better be heading back," he said, breaking the long silence between them. He extended his arms and helped her down off the rock, and then suddenly they were kissing passionately. He ground his lips against her mouth as waves of gnawing hunger rolled through his groin. Zelda hugged him tight against her body, running her pelvis against his as her tongue swabbed the back of his throat. Her hands groped for the twin pineapples of his tensing buttocks and she dug her fingers into the muscled flesh, feeling his manhood rising against her thighs.
"No ... no good here," Larry gasped, straining against the lust that threatened to overwhelm his senses. He pushed her away and wiped the back of his hand across his brow. "Too hot here ... I don't like to do it outside. It seems wrong for some reason. Let's go back to the house. It'll be better there ... in the bedroom."
Zelda took a deep breath, managing a weak smile. "Sure, baby, I understand." She took his hand in hers. "Come on, I can hardly wait," she added, winking at him. Together, they retraced their path back down the mountain.
As soon as they reached the cottage, Zelda prepared tuna fish sandwiches and opened a bottle of white wine. They ate slowly, not talking much as they consumed the tasty snack. The long climb up the mountain had given them a hearty appetite and they finished everything. With part of her thoughts given over to the orgy of sex she knew would follow the meal, Zelda rose from her chair as Larry reached for the last sandwich. "Take your time, baby. I'll draw the bath," she said, smiling as she left the room.
Zelda filled the old tub to overflowing. She hung two big bath towels on the rack over the tub and then stripped down, dropping her bra and panties where she stood. She went over to the full length mirror and stood before it, admiring her lush body. She drew her hands lovingly over her curvy hips and cupped her ripe tits in the palms of her hands while she teased the cherry-red nipples with her thumbs. She took to pinching them, pressing them back into themselves till she ached with pent-up desire. God! How big and hard they felt! When she could stand the excitement no longer, she went to the tub and eased her body into its -liquid warmth. Larry suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Got room enough in there for me, sweetheart?" he asked, tugging at his belt. His eyes rested on her tits as they floated on the water's surface.
"Mmmm," she murmured, lifting one shapely leg out of the water. "Room enough and then some, lover. Don't take so long."
Larry finished stripping in front of her and placed his foot on the edge of the tub. Zelda noticed the thick shaft of his cock as it hung down heavy from his crotch, and behind it the fat sac of his furry balls. She reached up and held them in her hand as he climbed in, and she didn't let go till he was seated in the tub.
She began by washing his hair, rubbing the shampoo vigorously into his scalp. Then she washed his shoulders, chest and back. He stood up, his hands resting on his hips while Zelda knelt before him, soaping his balls with slow, sensuous movements. She reached between his thighs and massaged his ass when his cock began to arch upward. As it stood up proudly, she took the length of it in the palm of her hand and kissed it passionately.
"Oh, baby," she cooed, as she moved back to gaze at it. "It's such a beautiful thing ... so strong and straight. It makes me all tingly inside."
His cock was rapidly turning dark crimson in color, and the head was as big as an egg. Zelda knelt down before him and watched, fascinated. When she could stand the sight no longer, she bent down and took the bulbous head into her mouth and began sucking him off as she rocked slowly to and fro, her hands gently cupping his balls.
Larry looked down to see his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. His hands moved from his hips, his fingers pushing through her hair as he leaned against the tile wall and fucked his rigid cock into her willing mouth with slow, purposeful thrusts.
"Suck it, baby ... suck my big dick. It wants to shoot off ... big, rusty load waitin' for ya ... keep it up," he groaned, staring down at the stimulating sight.
The feel of his strong fingers pushing her head back and forth and the sound of his voice sent thrills of masochistic pleasure throughout her body. She sucked vigorously, keeping her eyes on his swinging balls as they swung lazily between his muscular thighs. It was the most tantalizing sight she had ever seen. Her excitement rose and she began to moan, uttering unintelligible sounds as she attempted to swallow the throbbing pole which slid so easily between her lips.
Larry was breathing hard, as was Zelda, but she was on her knees while he was standing on tiptoe and that made the difference. He lost his balance as he rammed his cock at her. Zelda gasped, a wild look on her face as his cock snapped out of her mouth. She tried to fit it into her mouth again but he put her off. "No good, baby ... gotta do it in bed," he gasped, fondling his nuts in his palm.
Zelda stood up. "Right, baby, but first I have to douche," she replied, reaching for a plastic case on the wall. She withdrew a long rubber hose with a nozzle attached to one end and a water bag attached to the other. She filled the bag with warm water from the tap and turned to see Larry watching her intently.
"You don't mind if I stay, do ya? I never saw it done before."
She smiled and sat down on the edge of the tub raising one leg and resting her foot on the opposite side. He watched her spread her knees and gently insert the nozzle into her vagina. She began to feel embarrassed, but Larry's sincerity put her at ease. She nodded toward the bag hanging on the wall. "Just release the clip," she instructed him, leaning back to enable the water to flow freely. He did as she directed, watching as a stream of water flowed from her cunt into the tub. A moment later she finished, flashing him a triumphant grin. "Never thought I'd have an audience. You may applaud now, if you wish, or would you first prefer an encore?"
Larry broke into a grin. "Sure! Why not? I wouldn't mind a bit," he chuckled, his eyes lingering on the thick crop of pubic hair between her thighs. It was a look of pure lust, nothing more, and the longer he stared at her, the hungrier he became.
Zelda liked that look. It made her feel desirable especially when it came from someone as virile and good-looking as Larry. It was an awfully long time since anyone had lusted after her the way Larry was doing at that very moment. She stood nude before his searching eyes, running the palms of her hands down over the curve of her hips, her eyes settling on his half-hard cock.
He smiled. "You like what you see, eh?" It was more a statement than a question and he stood there, his cock nodding slowly upward. He reached down, cupping his balls and, when he did, his cock climbed a notch higher.
Zelda's voice was on the verge of cracking. "You ... you know I do," she replied, unable to tear her eyes away from his pulsing cock. "Larry?" she murmured.
"Yeah, baby." His hand was still massaging his cock and his balls swung from side to side with the motions of his hand. The sight of him jerking off was hypnotic and it was several moments before she found her voice.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "So masculine. Give it to me ... hard! Don't make me wait!" She was begging him unashamedly.
His hand never stopped pulling his dick. "You'll get it, all right," he croaked. "Bend over the toilet ... spread your legs."
She hesitated for a split second. "All right. Like this?" She turned around and bent down over the toilet seat. The crack between her cheeks parted so that he could see the tiny round button of her asshole. Almost choked with excitement, he dropped his cock and crouched behind her on his knees. Gently, almost tenderly, he spread the twin mounds of her gorgeous ass with the palms of his hands and stared at the inviting ring within.
Zelda's knees shuddered at his touch. She trembled each time his fingers pried her cheeks apart. Goose-pimples appeared on her behind as a cool draught wafted in through the open door. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth against the sweet agony his cock would deliver as it forced its way into her asshole. Prepared for whatever pain was in store for her, she waited, her hands gripping the toilet seat and her buttocks stuck high in the air.
Larry gorged his senses on the sight of her anus and when he could put off the act no longer, he buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue darting rapidly up and down the crease, licking and sucking at the tiny rosebud.
Zelda's entire body trembled. Her gasps gave way to moans of pleasure.
Larry pushed her gently forward so that she was lying across the seat with her hair trailing on the tile floor. Now his target was in plain view ...
His mouth worked like a suction pump from her cunt to her asshole, literally covering her with hickeys. Back and forth he sucked and licked till he was out of breath. He stopped a moment and then plunged his tongue into the crack again, this time zeroing in on her asshole. His hands held her buttocks wide apart while he pressed his nose against her anus. Her smell drove him to new heights of frenzy. Grunting like an animal, he pursed his lips tight against the unyielding muscle and drove the tip of his tongue in till he felt his teeth pressing into her soft flesh. He held it there a moment without moving in order to get used to the pressure of her anus and then, very slowly, he began reaming it in and out.
Zelda was floating on waves of indescribable pleasure. She trembled each time his tongue snaked along the delicate walls of her asshole. She felt her anus contracting around his tongue as he moved it about in the narrow channel. Each time she tensed her anus, it felt as though his tongue was being sucked deeper inside. She began pushing herself against his face in an effort to impale herself on his fantastic tongue. Her moans gave way to sobs as she collapsed over the toilet seat.
Larry used his tongue like his prick, fucking her asshole with it while his right hand pumped his prick at a furious pace. Several times he was on the verge of coming, but each time the tide began to rise, he stopped till the feeling passed before resuming again. Before long he realized it was the moment he had been waiting for. With a cry, he let his tongue slip back out through the tight ring of her anus. Almost crazy with desire, he grabbed his rock-hard prick in his hand and stood uncertainly on his feet. "Get ... up!" he croaked, weaving from side to side like a drunk behind her. With a groan, she pulled herself from the seat and turned around. He pushed her towards the tub. "Bend over the edge!" he commanded. Obediently, like a small child, she obeyed him, draping her body over the edge of the bathtub. Larry stepped up behind her, his cock gripped firmly in his hand. He pulled back momentarily to sight in on his target. Her plump behind lay before him; the cheeks were spread slightly and the entire length of her crack glistened with his saliva. His eyes settled on the tiny circle of flesh deep within the enticing crack. He brought the throbbing head of his aching cock forward till it was level with his target. Both hands gripped her cheeks tightly; no tenderness now. Now it was time for raw force. "Here it comes, baby," he said.
His cock plunged into her asshole with the force of a piledriver. The pain was so sudden and final that Zelda sucked in her breath, unable to scream as it buried itself to the hilt. Then, like a time-bomb with a short fuse, she exploded into movement, her head snapping upward while her hands desperately clawed at the smooth enamel of the tub. She sucked in her breath and let out a blood-curdling scream. But Larry was beyond mercy. He pulled her hips backward against his moving prick till she was impaled on the length of it. His nails dug into her flesh as he fucked her squirming buttocks. The thrusts were so vicious, it began to pain him, and he was forced to ease off momentarily, only to send his cock slamming back in as far as it would go. Back out again till just the head was inside, then all the way in again. He alternated his thrusts with movements from side to side as if he were intent upon giving pain for the sake of pain and nothing else.
Zelda moaned and sobbed and cursed and cried as his supercock reamed and stretched her asshole to new proportions. She was bent helpless over the edge of the tub and there was no way to escape his plunging cock. She could count the strokes by the sound and feel of his hairy balls as they lurched against her cunt.
"NO MORE! ... NO MORE' PLEEEEEEZE NOOOOOO!"
Larry never heard her pleas for mercy, for he was already coming. His orgasm spurted into the tortured hollow of her ass as he fucked his cock into her with blinding speed. With a cry on his lips, he rose on the tips of his toes and delivered the last half-dozen thrusts with all the force he could command.
When he came to his senses, he found himself struggling to keep from falling over her. With a dazed expression on his face, he looked down at his hairy shaft. The greater length of it was still buried deep inside her ass. He was too weak to pull it out and so he leaned against her, blowing his breath like an overworked donkey. Zelda lay doubled over the bathtub, limp and unable to move. She tried to say something but the words wouldn't come. Larry knew he'd have to get off her lest she suffocate under his weight. Painfully, he eased himself back till his feet found solid footing. He took a deep breath and pushed his ass backward. Both heard the sucking sound as he withdrew his limp cock slowly from her asshole.
Zelda lay bent over the tub, unable to move while Larry cleaned his cock off. When he finished, he picked her up tenderly in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom where he laid her down on her back. He went back into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth which he used to wipe her ass clean. He tossed it into a corner and lay down beside her. All the brutality was gone now and he was as gentle as a lamb, stroking her belly while he waited for her to open her eyes. When she did, she found herself staring into his eyes as he bent over her.
"I'm ... sorry ... if I hurt you. Guess I lost my head."
Zelda took a deep breath. "Oh baby, it was wonderful. It hurt like hell," she sighed, "but ... it ... was wonderful!"
When Larry recovered from his surprise he added: "Like heaven and hell all rolled into one, eh?"
Zelda smiled as she reached up and pulled his face down against her breasts. She cuddled him like he was a small child ... her child. She suddenly felt at peace with her new-found lover and she wanted to keep him there with her forever. "Yes, that's exactly how it felt," she replied, surprised he could put it so well. They lay quietly in each other's arms for a long while, each lost in his own world of private thoughts. Finally, Larry raised his head from her breasts and looked into her eyes. His lips found hers and they kissed tenderly. When the kiss ended, he spoke in hushed tones.
"I ... I ain't never felt like this about any other girl in my life." he whispered. Zelda looked into his eyes but remained silent for fear she would break the spell. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment for he had never once bared his heart to anyone and he found the going difficult. Doggedly, he pressed on, intent on being honest with a woman for the first time in his life. "I never really cared about anyone before. I always thought women were all alike but I know that ain't true since I met you. You're different, baby. I don't know how to say it exactly, but I promise never to do anything to hurt you for as long as I live." He suddenly thought of the girl who had died. Frightened, he threw his arms about her and hugged her tight.
She sensed his fear and hugged him tighter as if to assure him that he was safe. "Larry" she whispered.
"Yeah, baby."
"I feel the same way about you. As long as we care about each other why don't we stay together? We could stay up here, just you and me, together. You'd be safe here. No one would think of looking for you way up in the mountains." She waited for him to reply but he was silent. "Stay here with me, Larry," she begged. "Please don't go away and leave me."
Larry shook his head. "Can't ... ya know I can't," he protested, pressing his lips against the dampness of her skin. "It ain't gonna take 'em too long to trace my movements. The car's hot and somebody is bound to have remembered seeing it headin' north."
Zelda's voice was frantic. "Can't you go back and explain how it happened?" she pleaded.
Larry was adamant. "No good. We went through that before."
"Well, what will you do? Where will you go?"
Larry thought for some moments before answering. "Well," he began, "I was thinking of ditching Hank's car someplace, then grabbing a train headed north to one of the big cities where I could lose myself in the crowds. I'll figure somethin' out."
Zelda suddenly made up her mind. "If you leave, baby, I'm going along with you," she said firmly.
Larry shook his head in opposition. "Nothin' doin'. I ain't gettin' you mixed up in this."
Zelda was stubborn. "The minute you walk out of here, I'll be right behind you," she assured him. "I have some money ... almost twelve hundred dollars. With what you have, we could go a long ways."
Larry lifted himself off her body and lay down beside her, his head pressed into the pillow. He shuffled a cigarette from the pack lying on the night table and lit it, filling his lungs to capacity before exhaling the smoke. What Zelda said began to make sense to him. Besides, it would be nice to have some company along. He realized it would be lonely wandering around the country by himself. With Zelda along, he just might be able to make it. But where to go first? Maybe New York or even Chicago. Hell, what difference did it make as long as he got away from Nevada? He glanced through the curtains and saw that it was already dark. The sun had just dropped beyond the high peaks. Soon it would be pitch dark. "What time is it?" he asked.
Zelda groped for her watch. "Seven-thirty, baby."
"Let's get packed and get the hell out of here," he said, suddenly sitting up. He slipped his legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up when Zelda reached out and grabbed his arm.
"No! You can't leave now," she cried, tugging at his arm. "We must have a plan. We can't just jump up and leave without knowing where we're going. Tomorrow we'll plan it all out, then we can leave whenever you want to, how's that?"
Larry shrugged. "Yeah, guess you're right. We'll go to sleep early tonight and tomorrow we'll think of something."
"What about the car?" she inquired. "We can't take it with us and we can't leave it here."
Larry yawned sleepily. "Yeah, that's right. Maybe we'd better leave tomorrow after it gets dark. We can always ditch the car along the road somewhere near a town with a railroad station. We'll see."
"Good!" Zelda slipped off the bed and threw on her robe. "Hungry, lover?"
Larry broke into a grin. "Hungry? Yeah ... I could eat a goddamn horse. Whatcha got?"
"How about a steak? There are a couple left in the freezer."
"Mnnnnnnn ... sounds good," he replied, licking his lips at the thought of a good, hearty meal. "An' some raw onion, if ya got any," he added as she disappeared down the hall. Left alone, he lay back on his pillow and pondered his future. It wasn't going to be easy. Always running ... always afraid to look back over his shoulder for fear the police would be closing the gap ... gaining on his future ... gaining on his life. The thought of spending any more of his time in prison made him suddenly nauseated. Son-of-a-bitch! Why hadn't he left that chick alone? Well, he hadn't and now he would have to pay the piper. If only he hadn't borrowed Hank's car that day! A string of invectives tumbled from his lips. Clenching his teeth tightly together, he vowed he wouldn't be caught. He closed his eyes, trying to blank out his thoughts but the image of the girl he had violated kept him from finding peace. Disgusted, he sat up and lit another cigarette. He smoked half of it, snubbed it out, then rose and went to the window. It was really dark now and he could barely trace the line of trees along the mountain ridge. On the other side of those hills freedom awaited. All he had to do was make it out. He turned from the window and padded, naked, into the kitchen where he found Zelda busy over the stove.
"Mnnnnnn," she exclaimed as he approached. "Does this mean I can eat you for dessert?"
Larry grinned, grabbing his cock and flopping it out in front of him. "You sure as hell can, baby ... that is, if ya can get it up again."
They ate slowly and for the most part silently, each preoccupied with thoughts of the coming day. When dinner was over, Larry helped Zelda wash and dry the dishes. When they were thru, Zelda snapped off the light and followed him into the bedroom. He lay down on his back, watching her as she slipped out of her robe.
She stood nude before him, exciting him with her woman's charms. She spread her gorgeous thighs wide apart and lifted her arms over her head. Her tits bounced seductively as she approached the bed. Dropping her arms she sat down beside him, reaching for his cock which lay between his thighs like a dead snake. She held it in the palm of her hand and hefted it, surprised at its heaviness. "My! Such a nice, pretty cock ... so pink and ... such a big head!" she cooed. "Will it be angry if I wake it up?"
Larry grinned, spreading his legs. "It ain't gonna bite if you do it nice and easy," he told her, closing his eyes. His cock was already half-hard as she massaged it gently.
After a few minutes, she murmured: "It's wide awake now, darling. Look how big it is!"
Larry opened his eyes and stared down at his magnificent dick. She had it up good and hard, holding it at its base as she lowered her mouth over the throbbing head. He saw her lips distend as she took it into her mouth, sucking gently as she wolfed it down her throat. Larry winced as her glorious mouth massaged the length of his cock with slow, purposeful up and down motions. As her lips slid down to the hairs at the base of his cock, she pursed them tight, drawing her mouth back towards the head again, creating a suction that seemed to pull at the muscles of his asshole. As she sucked, she turned her head from side to side while her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft.
"Suck it, baby. Lick my cock and make me come in your mouth," he murmured, arching his hips upward to meet her plunges. She obeyed, taking just the head in her mouth and sucking the foreskin between her lips. He felt her tongue probing at the tiny slit opening. She opened the tiny slit and lapped at it hungrily, her hot breath warming his bursting dick.
Suddenly, her mouth was gone. He looked down to see her pulling at his hips. "Turn over, baby. Zelda wants to stick her nice warm tongue up your little asshole," she whispered. He allowed her to turn him over and now he lay with his face pressed into his pillow while she got on her knees between his outstretched thighs. She lay down full length between his legs and parted the cheeks of his ass.
He wasn't prepared for the sensation and bucked involuntarily as her tongue snaked along the crack between his cheeks. She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly against the tight button of his asshole as if tasting him before really getting into it.
Larry arched his hips and groaned as her tongue began pushing hard at the little muscle. He strained, puckering his asshole in and out to meet her probing tongue. He had to force himself to relax, otherwise she wouldn't be able to achieve penetration. He felt her patting his cheeks gently with her palms. "Just take it easy, baby. Zelda's going to take care of you."
Her mouth moved up and down the length of his crack, from his balls to his asshole, sucking and licking till the entire area glistened with her saliva. Now that she had him really turned on, she rested her weight on both elbows, pulled his cheeks wide apart and stuck her tongue hard against the tiny opening. She felt the little muscle suddenly give way, and then her tongue was inside, swabbing the delicate walls of his asshole.
"AHHHH ... OHHH! ... Yeah ... that's ... good, don't stop!" Larry moaned as he felt the force of her tongue fucking into his asshole.
Zelda had the tip of her tongue deep inside his ass, flicking it rapidly from side to side as she sought to reach his prostate gland. She pulled his cheeks even wider apart, pushing with all her might into his ass till she could feel the very tip of her tongue flicking against the slippery spot.
Larry's body exploded into movement as he felt her tonguing the sensitive gland. He had never known such pleasure and he bucked against her face, hoping she would stay on it but the effort was too much for Zelda and she slid her tongue back several inches to relieve the strain.
"Get that tongue into my ass again! ... Hurry! I'm goin' outta my mind'" he cried, lifting his ass off the mattress.
Spurred on by his pleas, Zelda pushed her tongue in all the way again, attempting once more to reach the sensitive spot but, at best, she was barely able to give it a couple of hurried licks before she had to withdraw again. Her mouth and jaws ached from the effort and she was tiring fast. Determined to please Larry. she took another deep breath before she snaked her tongue deep inside his ass again, straining to reach his treasure spot once more.
Larry strained, arching his ass against her mouth as he felt her tongue whipping over his prostate.
"Ungg! ... Unnnnggghhh! ... Baby! ... I'm ... comin'! Son-of-a-bitch, I'm comin'!" he cried, his balls contracting rhythmically as the hot jism shot off the tip of his cock in long, creamy spurts.
Zelda buried her face between his buttocks, her lips pressed flat against his anal ring as she flicked her tongue against his prostate. Her fingers tugged frantically at his cheeks, spreading them even wider as she sought to heighten his pleasure with her searching tongue.
Larry rose up on his toes and pushed his hips against the mouth that was glued to his anus. He was still shooting jism all over the place but the creamy jets were becoming shorter and shorter until he felt Zelda's tongue lapping at the spongy gland with renewed fury. As the indescribable sensations fluttered in his guts, the streams lengthened again. Larry howled like a madman, insane with lust as Zelda tongued him into another series of orgasms.
Zelda moved on her knees behind him as he thrashed about on the bed his cock still hosing come into the air. The determined push and pull of her tongue in and out of his quivering anus triggered another series of spurts till Larry thought he would pass out from sheer ecstasy. Zelda reached for his nuts, squeezing them gently in the palm of her hand as she felt her own orgasm spreading through her loins.
Her tongue popped out of Larry's asshole as she doubled up in pleasure. Larry fell on his side, his eyes glazed with passion as he watched her coming. Her thighs were spread wide as she knelt, her ass jutting high in the air. Her two fingers whipped in and out of her sopping wet pussy, punching and jabbing at the velvety slick tunnel till she came, wailing and screeching like a creature bereft of her senses. When at last her eruption simmered to a few blubbering moans, she withdrew her juice-smeared fingers from her gaping cuntlips and lay back exhausted.
Larry took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, gazing at Zelda in amazement. "She-it! Where the fuck did ya ever learn to use your tongue like that? I never thought a tongue up my ass would make me come!"
"Neither did I, but it felt so good, I couldn't stop," she replied, adoring him with her eyes. Satisfied that she had made him happy, Zelda pulled herself up beside Larry and flicked the tip of her tongue around the nipple on his chest. He chuckled and pushed her away.
"Cut it out, girl ... that tickles."
Zelda's laugh suddenly broke off and she looked steadily into his eyes. It was a serious look and Larry thought she was about to say something gushy. Instead she murmured, "No one ever made me feel like you just made me feel, baby. No one."
"Not even Slip?"
"Never," she replied with conviction. "He was always too busy stealing." It was partly a confession of how she felt about her husband and partly a declaration of her blossoming love for him. For the first time in his life, Larry experienced an awareness of peace. He was safe now from the demons that haunted him. He was sure of it. He blew her a kiss with his lips.
"Give me about thirty minutes to get my strength back and I'll fuck you like you never bin fucked in your life," he promised, patting her ass.
Zelda smiled at him and sat up. "Yes, yes baby that's what I want. I want you to fuck me till it hurts ... till it hurts," she repeated, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen across her brow. She slid off the bed and reached for her robe, "You rest while I take a quick shower. I won't be long." Larry watched as she glided from the room.
In the bathroom, Zelda moved hurriedly, brushing her teeth vigorously with globs and globs of toothpaste before stepping into the tub where she shampooed her luxurious tresses and covered her ripe body with mountains of foamy suds before rinsing off. She douched thoroughly and then wrapped a towel about her torso and slipped back into the bedroom.
Larry was sound asleep, lying exactly as she had left him, his chest rising and falling in the measured cadence of slumber. Zelda tiptoed quietly to the side of the bed and covered his lean, naked form with the sheet.
She lay down beside him, wide awake for the better part of an hour, her mind in a turmoil over the uncertainty of their future together. What would tomorrow bring? Where would they go? These questions and a dozen others kept gnawing at her brain, mocking her inability to find satisfactory answers. The only thing she was sure of, the one reality that never failed her, was the concrete awareness that she loved him deeply. She vowed silently that, no matter what, she would stick by him. Wearied at last by her troublesome thoughts, she turned on her side, pressed her lips against his naked back and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 5
The western sky was bathed in a curious golden glow as the sun rose high over the mountain peaks. It was ten o'clock in the morning and Larry and Zelda still lay fast asleep in their tiny bedroom, unaware that their future had already arrived.
Outside in the yard, an oversize jackrabbit zigzagged nervously, frightened into movement by the shadow of a hawk as it wheeled ominously overhead. A moment later, the jack disappeared into a hidden shelter and the hawk, after making several fruitless passes over the house, moved his shadow out over the valley in search of less cautious prey.
Zelda opened her eyes. The dawn had returned and, with it, the old anxieties. She lay still for some moments, adjusting her eyes to the bright sunlight. Beside her, Larry lay sleeping peacefully. She watched him for several minutes, listening to his quiet breathing before moving out from under the sheets and slipping quietly from the room. He would need the extra sleep, she thought as she closed the door behind her.
Zelda completed her morning toilette quickly for there was little time to waste. After a quick shower, she brushed her teeth, slipped into a pair of faded jeans, donned a pullover and repaired to the kitchen for a fast cup of coffee and a slice of toast. Eating hurriedly, she glanced nervously at the clock. Would she get away with it? Maybe ... maybe not, but she knew she had to try. She had just a little over twelve hundred dollars in the bank at San Jacinto, a sleepy little town some twenty-five miles to the north, near the Nevada-Idaho border. With luck, she'd be back at the house before noon.
She tucked an old purse under her arm and, with a last look around, she slipped quietly out the front door. With luck, she would allow the car to roll beyond the house before slipping it into gear. Hopefully, Larry wouldn't hear the motor.
She settled herself behind the wheel of the Chevy, tensing as she released the brake. The car stood still for several seconds before it began rolling slowly across the grass. She waited till it had gone several yards beyond the house before slipping it into second. The car jerked as the motor turned over. Moments later, she was tearing down the road like a bat out of hell. Behind her, a rooster-tail of dry Nevada dust hung in the air as she headed for the main road.
On the highway, she maintained a steady sixty miles per hour, her eyes scanning the road ahead for any sign of a patrol car. But she was in luck, for there was little traffic in that remote part of the country except for an occasional pick-up with a sleepy-eyed Indian at the wheel. Some twenty-five minutes later, she pulled the dust-spattered Chevy behind a deserted gas station at the near end of town and alighted, walking at a fast pace towards the bank located some three blocks up the main drag.
The bank teller gave her a quizzical look as he read the amount on her withdrawal slip but restrained his curiosity as he counted out twelve hundred and seventy-four dollars and handed Zelda the stack. She smiled as she retrieved her cancelled bank book and, without a word, turned on her heel and hurried back to the car.
Larry heard the motor as she pulled into the yard. His heart pumped wildly in his chest as he reached for the curtains. Son-of-a-bitch! To his surprise, he saw Zelda getting out of the car. Breathing a sigh of relief, he left the window and hurried into the kitchen.
"Where the hell have you bin?" he cried anxiously as she walked in the door.
Zelda flashed him a triumphant smile. "To San Jacinto, lover," she replied, dropping her purse on the table.
Larry stared at her in disbelief. "San Jacinto? What ... what the hell for? You gone crazy or somethin'?"
Zelda picked up her purse and held it out to him. "I just paid a visit to the bank, that's all," she replied.
Larry was still frowning as he pulled out the roll of bills. "How ... how did you do it?" he asked, his anger slowly giving way to relief.
"Just drove the car into town, went into the bank, showed my credentials and made out a withdrawal slip," she replied, a note of pride in her voice.
Larry put the roll of bills on the table and sighed. "Anybody could have followed you. You shouldn't have done it," he said, slumping into a chair.
Zelda was quick to reassure him. "No one followed me. The road was deserted all the way back 'cause I kept watching the rear-view mirror. We're still as safe as we've always been, and what's more, we're twelve hundred dollars richer."
Larry was suddenly overwhelmed with a new sense of respect for Zelda. She had just undertaken a perilous gamble in his behalf without any help from him, and what's more, she had pulled it off. Shit! What more could a guy ask for? His frown quickly gave way to a big grin as he jumped up and threw his arms about her waist. "Baby, you're the best thing that ever happened to me!" he cried. There was no mistaking the pride in his voice as he hugged her tight against his chest.
"I know it, lover," she replied as he kissed the tip of his nose. "Now you go and clean up while I prepare us some breakfast. We'll eat and then think about what to do."
When Larry returned smoothly-shaven and dressed in a pair of chino pants and a white T-shirt, there was a heaping platter of pancakes along with a thick slice of ham and a side order of home fries, just the way he liked them. He proceeded to make short work of the delicious meal. By the time Zelda was half way through her own meal, Larry had already finished his, patting his belly as he drained his cup. "Sure as hell beats what I've been eatin' most of my life," he told her, licking his lips.
Zelda nodded in sympathy. "Have you decided what we're going to do ... I mean about leaving?"
"Yeah, sorta," he replied, popping a cigarette between his lips. "First thing we gotta do is ditch the car outside some town where we can catch a train."
"The Union Pacific runs through San Jacinto. There's an eight-ten express which goes to Idaho Falls."
Larry looked puzzled. "Idaho Falls? Where the fuck is that?"
"In Idaho, silly. It's a fairly big town. Maybe we can stay there for a while. At least we'll be out of Nevada."
Larry mulled over Zelda's suggestion before replying. "Yeah," he said at length, "might as well, but we ain't staying long in Idaho. I don't like these dinky towns. I wanna get someplace where there's a lotta people."
"So?" Zelda interrupted. "We can get connections from there. New York, Chicago, Los Angeles ... wherever you want to go."
"O.K., that's what we'll do. Meanwhile, maybe you should pack your things so we won't have to rush around at the last minute."
"Right, lover."
Larry stood by the front door, staring out at the sun-lit hills. She rose and stood behind him. "I'll pack us a nice lunch. We can go to the top of the mountain soon's I get through packing. No sense wasting the day, right?"
Larry turned and took her into his arms. "Good idea, baby. Now you get your things together. I'm going outside to get some sun." He kissed her mouth tenderly and then strode out into the yard while Zelda went off to begin packing.
Larry sat under the single shade tree in the yard, gazing out at the circle of mountains that surrounded them. As much as he liked the place, he was glad to be moving on. There was a certain exhilaration about traveling that he couldn't resist, and he looked forward to their departure. He turned his face to the sun and closed his eyes, waiting for Zelda to finish packing so they could take one last trip to the top of their favorite mountain, a little while later. Zelda came out of the house carrying a large picnic basket and, arm in arm, they set out along the trail. When they reached the top of the mountain, they were exhausted. They lay down on the cool grass and fell asleep in each other's arms for perhaps an hour. When they awakened, they dove into the goodies Zelda had prepared; tuna fish sandwiches on seeded rolls, pickles, and a bottle of red wine.
"Here's to our future, darling," Zelda said, clinking her glass against his. There was that special look in her eyes as she said it and Larry suddenly realized that she loved him more then anything else in the world. He drank to her toast and then took her into his arms, kissing her passionately. When the long kiss ended, Larry discovered he had a roaring hard-on. He pulled her close, moving his hands over the softness of her body as she nestled in his arms.
Zelda reciprocated by pulling down the zipper of his fly, thrilling with childish delight as his big horse-cock came bobbing out of his pants. Trembling with passion, she reached down and pulled his pants over his thighs. "Hurry, darling, get your pants off, I can't wait any longer," she moaned, her fingers fumbling at the buttons on her blouse.
When they were both naked in the sunlight, Zelda pushed him down on his back, running her hands over his young muscled body. "God! you're so beautiful! ... so beautiful!" She cupped his balls in her hand and kissed the head of his straining cock, cuddling it against the side of her cheek.
Larry lay back, shading his eyes against the sun as Zelda lapped lovingly at the length of his shaft. She gathered his balls up in her hand and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, squeezing his dick rhythmically till it was rock-hard. She began licking it like an animal tasting a bone, her tongue slipping and sliding over the blood-red tip as she slurped noisily. Larry raised his head, staring at her contorted lips as they stretched wide, pulling at the muscles in her cheeks. Her tongue lapped at it frantically, like a snake seeking its prey, and then she took the whole of it down her throat again, gagging on its thickness as it bulged against her windpipe. He sighed and dropped his head back on the grass, his mouth wide open and his breath coming in quick gasps.
"Ahhhh ... Ummmmmmmmmm, it's all mine, darling ... mine alone," she cried, drooling as she drew her lips back over his distended shaft. She brought her two fingers up and squeezed gently behind the ridge of the head while her lips sucked at the loose foreskin, drawing it all the way out before ramming his cock down her throat again.
Zelda sucked on his cock like a child with its first lollipop, gorging herself on the huge knob-end while her tongue pressed against the underside of his sensitive glans. Larry felt himself teetering on the brink of an orgasm when, suddenly, she whipped his cock out of her mouth and buried her face between his thighs, sucking and licking greedily at his balls while her hands kneaded the hard muscles of his ass. He raised his arms over his head and gave himself over to her completely as she sucked his cock up into her mouth again. "Ohhhh ... gonna come, goddammit, keep it up and I'm gonna come!" he warned as she plunged her head up and down over his swollen cock.
She gave no sign that she heard his warning and she kept bobbing her head up and down furiously. Unable to help himself, he moved his hips rapidly against her mouth, banging his cock against the back of her throat.
Zelda sprawled obscenely between his legs, her big tits slapping into his thighs as she worked over him. The slurping sounds she made filled the air around them as she sucked in a ceaseless rhythm, her lips pulling eagerly at his stiff, jerking cock. She placed both hands in the grass on either side of his hips as she pulled herself to her knees, her head never missing a stroke as she prepared to suck his balls dry.
Larry had wanted to fuck her from the moment they had awakened but now it was too late. He had waited too long and now the agonizing delirium of orgasm was fast approaching.
"OH! ... Oh no! ... I'm ... coming," he moaned, his voice rising in a crescendo of lust. "Aggggghhhhhhh!"
She gripped his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh as she felt the first long stream of sticky jism spurting into her mouth. Her head jerked up and down, faster and faster as stream after stream quickly followed, one after the other. Only by swallowing rapidly was she able to keep from choking on his tremendous load. Larry was going out of his mind, laughing and crying insanely as he pumped load after load into her sucking mouth. Each long, sucking pull of her mouth on his jerking cock felt like a suction pump that had gone out of control. If she didn't stop she'd suck his nuts right out of their sac.
"Ohhhhhh ... good hot jism, baby. What a load you gave me!" she cried, lifting her mouth from his cock at last.
Larry could barely speak. His mind was reeling and his balls were two lumps of burning desire. "Oh ... baby ... ya got every last drop ... ain't nothin' left," he groaned, straining to catch his breath.
"Yes, darling, every last drop of your wonderful cum," she murmured, crawling up beside him.
They lay quietly against each other like two sculptures on a grassy hillside, unmoving as a gentle breeze caressed their bodies. "See that cloud up there-the one shaped like a horse's head? Well, when that cloud moves across the sun I'm gonna fuck the ass off ya," he said. Zelda watched the cloud, panting with anticipation as it moved ever closer to the sun directly overhead. With but moments to spare, she quickly divested herself of her jeans and panties. She kicked them off and lay on her back, her creamy thighs spread open to nature's eyes. As the first edge of the cloud drifted across the sun, Larry bent down between her legs, his fingers prying gently at the lips of her quivering cunt.
"Pretty little pussy waitin' for Larry's big cock. Ahhhh, look at it ... so tender and juicy." he gasped, trying to control his passion as he peered at her inviting slit. He ran the tip of his finger up and down along her crack till the lips separated and he could see the pink flesh within. "Now for a little suck to get ya warmed up," he said as he bent down and buried his face in her hot slit, his tongue sucking and nibbling at the hairy lips. Zelda tensed the cheeks of her buttocks as his tongue slurped at her clitoris. She shot her legs over his head as he sucked her clit between his teeth and nibbled at the base of the growing bud.
"Oh, darling ... yes ... yesssss, that's it ... oh God, that's it!" she cried, humping her hips against his mouth as she felt delicious tremors racing up and down her inner thighs. The sensations heightened in intensity, her belly swelled up against his face and a dozen little thrills shot along the length of her pulsing vagina. "Now baby, now!" she cried, flailing her legs in the air as Larry brought her squealing into orgasm. The warm streams of her juice flushed over his mouth and lips like a rampaging river. He lapped and swallowed frantically, surprised that a woman could lubricate so much. And when she cried out again, begging him to fuck her, he lifted his mouth from her gaping cunt lips, grabbed his throbbing dick in his fist and thrust the huge head towards her hairy slit.
"You asked for it. baby! Now I'm gonna fuck you till it hurts! Till ya beg me to stop!"
He planted his knees between her wide-spread thighs and shoved his bursting cockhead between her quivering cuntlips, teasing her with it by swabbing the head up and down along the steaming lips till he was drenched with her nectar. Zelda grasped wildly at his hips, struggling to pull his cock into her. Unable to stand the torture of waiting, she cried out, her frantic moans frightening into flight a group of birds nesting in a nearby tree.
"Fuck me, Larry! Please God, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!"
He rammed his cock into her cunt hole, pushing it high up into the elastic sheath, his hips driving it all the way in with short, quick jabs. When he felt the head of his dick banging into her cervix, he wrapped his arms around her hips, lifting her ass clear off the ground as he began slamming at her with vicious thrusts. As his hips increased their speed, his balls, hanging low between his thighs, set up a slapping sound as they banged rhythmically against her asshole.
Zelda's ass twisted and churned wildly against his thrusting cock as she met the force of his strokes with equal vigor. Her eager movements whipped his passion to a white heat and he began fucking her brutally, each stroke pounding into her with such force, she could feel her ass sliding along the ground.
"Oh! Baby! Not so hard ... you're ... killing me! ... Please! Please slow down!"
He ignored her pleas, raising her ass higher off the ground with each succeeding stroke of his red-hot cock. He couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to, for now his mind was a cauldron of boiling lust as he slammed his spear into her rolling cunt muscles with increasing force.
Zelda took one look at his face and realized that he was beyond her influence. Nothing would stop him, she knew, her eyes screwed up with unbearable pain as he banged his cock hard against her cervix. Nothing, that is, unless she could make him cum sooner then he apparently had planned. The pain in her cunt was mounting steadily as Larry's dick threatened to tear her apart. An idea suddenly occurred to her. If she could squeeze her cunt muscles tight each time he drew his cock back, it might help bring him off. It was worth a try.
Larry had the look of a zombie spaced out on sex and pain as he continued the brutal rape, hauling his prick back to her cunt lips before punching it back in all the way to the hilt, his balls slamming painfully against her twisting asshole. With each slam of his cock, he uttered an animal-like grunt and his eyes glazed to insensibility.
Zelda closed her senses to the pain and concentrated on using her muscles on his wildly thrusting cock. Each time he drew his cock back, she tensed her muscles, straining with all her strength against his shaft till he began to groan. The speed of his thrusts suddenly began to drop off and she no longer felt the head of his dick banging against her cervix. It was working!
Larry suddenly let out a groan as Zelda's cunt muscles milked his dick. As the unbearable agony intensified, he threw his head back, screaming into the mountain air:
Again Zelda felt the pain as the speed of his thrusts increased with his orgasm. He was like a crazy man. Stoned out of his mind, insane with lust as his cock gouged out her tender cunt with monstrous thrusts. She came the moment she felt his hot, burning come spraying over her cervix.
It was a high-pitched screech that trailed off to a series of heaving grunts as their groins crashed together in simultaneous orgasms. Zelda had her legs wrapped around his waist and, as he pumped his jism into her, she could feel her head sliding across the grass as he literally fucked her on his feet.
The insanity ended as Larry pumped himself dry. The sac holding his balls had shriveled up between his legs, almost hiding behind his cock as he lowered her gently to the ground. With a cry of exhaustion, he collapsed on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
Later, after they had regained their breath, Larry, feeling remorseful, asked her if he had hurt her.
"Yes," she said, "matter-of-fact, you damned near killed me, but it's all right, lover. I enjoyed every minute of it."
"I don't know what gets into me," he replied. "It seems like I go crazy when I'm fuckin'! I imagine my cock is two feet long when I'm fuckin' and I pretend that I'm gonna split the woman in half."
"Pretend?" she replied, raising her eyebrows. "I felt the head of it digging against my tonsils!"
Larry shrugged. "Yeah, well, I guess I get a little crazy sometimes."
"That's alright, baby," she replied reassuringly. 'Til take your kind of loving any day."
It was four-thirty when they made their way back down the mountain to the little cabin. Along the way, Larry stopped here and there, gathering several different varieties of flowers, and by the time they reached the yard, he had a huge bouquet which he handed her with a courtly bow.
"These are yours because ... because I love you," he said, self-consciously.
Zelda's heart leapt with happiness. She threw her arms about his neck and hugged him tight against her bosom. "Oh darling, I love you too ... more then anyone else in the whole world," she sobbed, clinging to him. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house. He put her down in the kitchen and glanced at the clock.
"Four-thirty already. We gotta walk out that door pretty soon, baby. What time you say that train pulls outta San Jacinto?"
"Eight ten. It'll take us about thirty minutes to drive up so we should leave here no later then seven-fifteen. No sense missing it, otherwise we'll have to come back and go tomorrow night."
"No way," he assured her. "We're catchin' that train tonight."
While Zelda showered, Larry busied himself getting his things packed. He dug into the bottom of his suitcase and pulled out his own small roll of bills. He stuffed them into his billfold and hauled his suitcase into the kitchen, setting it down near the door. With nothing else to be done, he wandered around the house, poking at random through some dresser drawers in search of anything they might possibly have a use for once they were on the road. He was running his hand along the bottom of a drawer filled with her dainty under things when suddenly his hand touched something cold and metallic. A gun! What would Zelda be doing with a gun? And automatic at that? If there was a gun, there had to be shells, and he found them in a little box tucked into one of the corners. Without knowing why, he snapped out the magazine and loaded it with six heavy bullets. He slipped back into the kitchen just as Zelda emerged from the bath. She looked up as she walked into the kitchen to see Larry twirling the big black automatic in his hand.
"Oh," she said, nonchalantly, "you found it."
"Yeah," he replied, his voice edged with a note of sarcasm. "Now what would a little girl like you be doin' with a big ole gun like this?"
"What do you think? I use it to rob banks with, what else?" she quipped.
Larry experienced a fleeting moment of doubt. "Maybe I believe you," he replied, placing the gun on the table as he sat opposite her.
Zelda poked her head out from under the towel. "My, you certainly have a flair for dramatics ... but you can forget it," she added. "It belonged to Slip. I found it hidden in the woodshed after he was arrested. I don't know why, but I've kept it ever since."
"It's just as well, baby. We might have some use for it," he said, hefting the gun in his hand.
Zelda suddenly sounded frightened. "No, Larry no gun. You're in enough trouble already. We leave it here," she said with authority. But Larry wasn't buying it.
"You got it all wrong, baby. I mean we take it with us until I can find a place to hock it. We're gonna be doin' a lotta traveling and we'll need all the bread we can get. Must be worth at least a hundred bucks."
Zelda shrugged. "O.K., but get rid of it first chance you get. I don't like the idea of traveling with a gun. It leads to trouble."
At the stroke of seven, Larry loaded their suitcases into the trunk of the Chevy. When he went back to the house, Zelda was standing in the kitchen with her coat over her shoulders. "All set?" she asked.
"That's it, baby. Oh, there's one more thing. Got a pencil and paper?"
Zelda reached into her purse and handed him a pencil. "There's a pad by the telephone," she said, eyeing him with a quizzical look. "What are you doing? Writing a note for the milkman?"
"Just droppin' a note to Hank. That's his car out there and I wanna let him know where it is," he replied, sitting down at the table.
"I'll get you a stamp and an envelope," Zelda said, snapping on the hall light as she went back to the bedroom.
He wrote:
Hank,
Sorry I had to cop your Chevy. I know you were an O.K. guy to me while I was at the ranch and I ain't forgetting it. Try not to hold it against me because there was no other way. I'm leaving the car in a little town called San Jacinto up near the Idaho border. I'll gas it up for you and look under the floor mat on the driver's side. You will find a hundred dollars. It's the least I can do for a buddy. Goodbye and lots of luck.
Your pal,
Larry.
He folded the note in half and slipped it inside the envelope Zelda handed him. After sealing the flap and affixing a stamp in the upper right hand corner, he tucked it into his breast pocket. "Well, that's it, baby," he said, getting to his feet and taking a last look around. "Let's make it."
Zelda lingered a moment, suddenly saddened by the realization that she was leaving her little homestead. With a final look, she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, almost painfully. "Ready," she said.
Outside, she carefully locked the door, then followed Larry to the car.
When she was settled next to him, he started the motor, glancing at her as he slipped it into first. "Sure ya haven't forgotten anything?"
"I'm sure," she replied, leaning back against the seat. He meshed the gears and the car shot out of the yard towards the main road. Neither spoke as they bounced over the darkened road. In a few minutes they were at the intersection.
"Which way, baby?"
"Do a right here," she replied. "It takes you straight into San Jacinto."
They had gone but a short way when Zelda complained of the cold. He reached down and flipped on the heater. "That's better, love," she said then lapsed into silence.
Larry started to say something, but sensed her desire for solitude and remained silent. She'd feel more like talking later, but not now, he told himself. He refrained from turning on the radio, contenting himself with the happy thought that they were finally on their way.
It was a beautiful time to travel; just the two of them alone in the night. Overhead, a fantastic array of stars filled the midsummer sky with a million twinkling stars. The steady hum of rubber rolling over asphalt, the deserted highway stretching out before them and the high, jagged peaks of the mountains looming in the distance, filled him with the pure joy of moving. It was the only way to live, he thought, his eyes following the white stripe in the center of the road. Move ... keep moving. See the world before you die.
The silence continued unabated till they approached San Jacinto. Suddenly the road ahead was crawling with traffic, mostly pick-up trucks. An auction or something, he told himself, slowing down. He suddenly felt his body growing tense. "Keep your eyes open for police," he told her, making an effort to swallow the lump in his throat.
"I don't see any, baby," she replied. It felt good just hearing her voice again. "At the first traffic signal, do a right," she added. "You'll see an empty gas station on your left. The depot is only a block up the street.
Larry nodded. It wouldn't be long now. Suddenly he remembered his promise to Hank. He slowed down as they approached another filling station.
"What ... what are you doin?" she demanded as they came to a halt beside the pumps. She fell silent as the attendant appeared at Larry's elbow.
"Fill 'er up ... high test," he said.
Zelda looked at him, dumbfounded.
"Told Hank I'd gas it up," he explained, reaching for his wallet. He peeled off ten bills, bent down and tucked them under the floor mat.
"What's that for?"
"Payin' for the car, baby. Hank is worth it. Only hope he doesn't hold it against me, but I guess it doesn't matter now. We'll never meet again, that's for sure."
Suddenly the attendant was back, standing by his window. "Be three-fifty," he said, wiping his hands with an oily rag.
Larry handed him a fin. "Thanks," he yelled, pulling away from the pump before the startled attendant could make change.
"Big sport," Zelda quipped.
Larry broke into a grin. "I feel happy, baby and when I'm happy I like to spread it around. Guess I'm just a big spender at heart," he added with a chuckle.
"Slow down, there's the light," Zelda interrupted, leaning forward as they came to the intersection. The light was green and he made the turn slowly. Ahead, he could see the low, flat roofline of the deserted filling station with its boarded up windows. Two old pumps, each with its rotting hose dangling at its side, stood forlornly like abandoned sentinals on the single concrete island. He pulled in behind the empty shell, doused the lights and cut the motor.
"I'll get the bags. You wait here," he said, climbing out. He unloaded the bags, slammed the trunk shut and carried them down to the front of the car. Zelda got out and went to him.
"O.K. baby, grab a bag. We only got a few minutes," he whispered.
Zelda reached down and picked up the small overnight case. "What about the keys?"
"Son-of-a-bitch, I almost forgot," he growled, reaching into his pocket. "Might as well leave 'em in the ignition. Ain't nobody gonna steal a car in this burg."
The street was all but deserted. A single neon sign blinked BAR in the quiet night. "Ya know what?" he said, puffing under the weight of the suitcases. "This place looks like a goddamn ghost town. You sure the train stops here?"
"Of course, silly," Zelda shot back. "I've caught it many times. It has to stop here to pick up the mail."
Larry was still feeling skeptical. "Suppose the ticket office ain't open? Then what?"
"That's just it, baby. They don't have a ticket office. You have to buy the tickets in the general store," she replied, suddenly putting down her bag. "Wait here, I'll go get them."
He stood there with the suitcases, watching as Zelda's silhouette disappeared beyond the lighted entrance of the store. As the seconds dragged into minutes, he grew impatient, glancing up and down the empty street as if fearing the police might appear at any moment. In the distance, he could make out the rumble of the train as it lumbered towards the station. Alarmed, he started across the street to look for her when she suddenly came out the door, walking fast.
He made no effort to hide his annoyance. "What kept ya?" he growled, picking up the bags again.
"He was an old man, love," she replied casually, unaware of the extent of his anxiety.
Larry mumbled a curse and followed her around the corner and into the decrepit station just as the iron monster pulled to a noisy stop. "Come on," she called, making a beeline for the last car.
They found it practically empty, save for three passengers. One was an old Indian who lay doubled up on his seat, snoring loudly through his nose. Across the aisle, two trainmen sat munching on sandwiches. Neither paid them any attention as they made their way down the aisle. Larry hoisted the two suitcases onto the overhead rack while Zelda shoved hers under the seat.
"How long does it take to get into Idaho Falls, baby?" Larry inquired as he lifted his feet, resting them on the seat opposite.
"It's eight-fifteen now," Zelda answered, peering at her watch. "We should make it by one ... no later then one-thirty."
"Shit, that ain't bad," he offered, settling himself into the corner of the seat. Zelda followed his example and, once she was comfortable, she leaned back, resting her head against Larry's shoulder. A few moments later, the train jolted them in their seats as it moved slowly out of the station. "We're on our way, baby," Larry said, watching the station slide by his window.
"Ummm ... too bad it's dark, though. There's some beautiful country between here and Idaho Falls," she replied, snuggling contentedly against him. She could relax now, and conversation came easy.
"You know this part of the country pretty well, doncha?"
"Uh, fairly well, I suppose. I used to visit an old girlfriend of mine." Suddenly she sat bolt upright, clutching his arm. "Hey, that's right! Instead of looking for a hotel, we could go out to her place. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if she knew we were coming. She'd be more than happy to put us up for a few days, and she lives just outside the city."
Larry's curiosity was aroused. He opened his eyes. "What city?"
"Idaho Falls, silly. Just where we're going."
"Well, hot damn! Whyncha tell me sooner? Think she'll be home?"
Zelda's brows suddenly knitted into a frown. "I don't know. She's pretty wild. Works as a nurse over at city hospital."
Larry was really interested now. "A nurse, eh?"
"Uh huh," Zelda assured him, "and when she's off duty she does nothing but party twenty-four hours a day. Kinda wild, if you know what I mean."
Larry perked up. "First stop we make, you give her a call. Might be interesting. Beats staying in a hotel, that's for sure."
"All right, baby. There's a short stop in Pocatello. I'll call her from there."
The train rattled and rolled on into the night, rocking them into sleep. Some time later, Larry was jolted awake as the train screeched to a halt. "Oh fuck!" he mumbled as he peered out at the station platform. The letters on the roof of the building spelled out Pocatello. Yawning, he shook Zelda till she opened her eyes.
"Wh-what is it, baby?" she asked drowsily.
"Sorry, baby, but Pocatello's outside. Gotta make that call, remember?"
Zelda yawned sleepily as Larry helped her to her feet. He escorted her onto the platform, fishing in his pocket for a coin as they approached a telephone booth. "Here," he said, handing her the dime.
While Zelda dialed her friend, Larry moved off towards the other end of the platform, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and a worried expression wrinkling his handsome features. He was thinking about their future together, desperately wanting it to last but knowing in his heart, that someday, sooner or later, he would be caught and tried for the rape of an innocent girl. He knew only too well what the outcome of such a trial would be. Nobody loved an ex-con, he told himself and the thought of being sent back behind prison bars made him suddenly nauseated. He turned back towards the booth just as the engine made sounds of coming to life. Time to move again. Ahead, Zelda was just emerging from the telephone booth.
"It's all set, sweetheart," she told him breathlessly. "Karen was ecstatic. We haven't seen one another in quite a while, you know. Anyway, she said to take a cab out as soon as we get into Idaho Falls." She didn't finish till they were back in their seat again. "And they're having some kind of wild party. I told her you wouldn't mind."
"Big party?"
"She said there were about fifteen couples ... mostly married."
"Oh, Karen's married?"
"Of course not. Not Karen, silly, she's much too wild to settle down."
Larry looked slightly perplexed. "S'funny she should have so many married people there. I mean, what with her being single an' all."
He waited for Zelda to reply, watching her out of the corner of his eye. In the silence that followed, he added: "She sounds like a real swinger."
Zelda shrugged. "Uh, yeah, I guess she is. Knows a lot of kooky people."
Larry had a hunch Zelda was holding back on him. Was she afraid of shocking him with the truth about her friend? Maybe. If she thought he was prudish the shock would be on her. He lit a cigarette, propped his feet up and blew out a long plume of smoke, watching intently as it flattened out against the window. "Tell me about Karen ... she sounds interesting," he said.
"Well," Zelda began, "there really isn't much to tell, lover. She's a nurse, like I said before. She's twenty-five and shares a house with a girlfriend. Name's Katrina. Anyway, we've been friends for as long as I can remember. We attended school together, high school. I mean. Later, Karen went on to college and studied nursing. After we graduated, Karen and I spent that summer traveling around the country, just enjoying ourselves. In September, she went away to school and shortly afterwards my parents got divorced. I went to Los Angeles and spent the next three years with my mother. That's where I met Slip." She paused with a faraway look in her eyes, as though she were reliving her past again. In a way, she was, for he had to prompt her to continue.
"Yeah, well, then what happened?"
She looked at him as if awakening from a dream. "Oh, uh, Slip and I got married and ... well, you know the rest."
Larry nodded. "Then what happened?"
Zelda sucked in her breath and let out a long sigh. "After Slip was sent off to prison, I took my savings out of the bank, said goodbye to my mother and went out to Las Vegas where I got a job as a casino girl."
Larry suddenly pulled her against him, running his hand between the buttons of her thin blouse and cupping her breast. Zelda squirmed out of his grasp.
"Not here, silly, too many people around. Wait till later, please," she begged as she noticed the lump in his pants. Larry relinquished his hold on her tit, chuckling at her obvious embarrassment.
"O.K., now suppose you tell me what a casino girl is."
"Ah, well, a casino girl hangs around the crap tables in a skimpy outfit in hopes of persuading the suckers to drop their money more often."
"Like a B girl in a bar, right?"
Zelda sounded hurt. "That's not a very nice comparison. Can't you think of something nice to say, just to make me feel good?"
"Sorry, princess. Finish your story."
"There isn't much more to tell. After a year and a half at the job, I got sick of it, all those people milling around every night pinching at the girls all the time. I needed time to be alone and when I saw the ad for the house, I went out to see it, liked what I saw, and bought it."
"Wasn't it lonely being out there all by yourself?"
"You can get used to anything. Anyway, I started writing to Karen at about that time and then started going up on week-end visits. Last year we spent two weeks together and it was like old times again. She's a real knock-out person, even if she is wild. Wait till you meet her." She turned to him. "Now suppose you tell me about your life. I mean before you went to jail."
Larry glanced through his window just as the train began slowing down.
"Not now, baby," he said, getting to his feet. "Looks like we're there ... yeah, there's the sign."
Zelda stood up, peering over his shoulder. It was a familiar sight that greeted her eyes; the long wooden platform, the old, weather-beaten sign with its letters barely visible under years of soot and grime and the broken window above the ticket office. "Hasn't changed a bit," she said, grabbing his arm to steady herself as the train ground to a halt.
Larry got the bags down, following Zelda from the car, across the deserted platform and out through the ancient building to the sidewalk. She suddenly sprinted ahead to nail down the solitary cab parked a short distance up the street. They piled in, bags and all, startling the driver who was hunched over the wheel studying a racing form. Zelda gave him the address, and fifteen minutes later they pulled up before a white clapboard house which Larry thought to be deserted, for there wasn't a light to be seen anywhere. He paid the driver and lugged the suitcases up the front walk to the door.
"Looks like the party's over," he said as Zelda pressed the bell.
"Hardly, lover. Look over there." She nodded towards the driveway where three cars were parked, one behind the other, almost invisible in the near-darkness.
Larry shrugged. "Uh ... maybe they're sleeping."
Zelda pressed the bell again. "Not a chance, love. Karen never did care much for lights, you'll see."
They waited an uncommonly long time before the door suddenly opened a crack and a voice from within whispered: "Zel?"
"None other," Zelda replied, picking up her bag. The door opened wider and they stepped inside. Larry heard the door being locked behind him as cigarettes began to glow here and there in the darkened room like fire-flies in the night. Suddenly he heard the sound of hushed groans followed by female giggles, and then more groans. Larry strained his eyes but it was impossible to see. He stood there, momentarily consigned to the darkness while Zelda embraced her friend. Suddenly he became aware of another sensation: the pungent aroma of incense mixed with the dank, earthy smell of marijuana. No wonder it was so quiet. Just as well, he thought, for he was tired and wasn't in the mood for meeting people at the moment. A nice, refreshing shower and a good night's sleep seemed more appealing. He turned as Zelda touched his arm.
"Come on into the kitchen and I'll introduce you to Karen," she said, almost in a whisper. He picked up the bags and followed them down the hall.
"I'm so happy you're here, Zel!" Karen trilled as they stood in the lighted kitchen. She seized Zelda around the waist and kissed her. "It's been quite a while!"
Zelda smiled, returning the hug. When they separated, she turned to Larry. "This is my man, Larry. Larry, this is my best friend, Karen."
Karen, he saw at a glance, was a knock-out chick with blonde hair the color of straw, deep blue eyes, and a trim, well-defined figure. He had to struggle to keep his eyes off her body as the two shook hands and exchanged greetings. "You're both welcome to stay as long as you want," Karen said, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"Thanks, baby. Only hope we didn't interrupt your party." He dropped his lashes in a sweeping glance that began at her legs and ended at the deep line of cleavage between her breasts. Karen smiled appreciatively.
"Not at all," she assured him. "It's about to break up anyway." She turned as a big, curvy brunette appeared in the doorway. "Oh, this is my roommate, Katrina." She nodded toward the woman who stood towering in the doorway. "Katrina, meet Larry and Zelda."
"Happy to know you both," Katrina replied, warming them with a ready smile. She was a full head taller then Zelda as she stood shaking her hand. Larry's eyes zig-zagged over her voluptuous proportions and then her hand was in his.
God! What an Amazon! Each tit must weigh as much as a good-sized melon, he thought. She was the biggest woman he had ever seen in his life, and she fairly reeked of sex. He held her palm in his for a moment longer than necessary under the circumstances, but Katrina didn't seem to object. On the contrary, her eyes revealed that she had gotten his message loud and clear.
"Well, if you kids are hungry, I can fix you up some hot stew," Karen said, turning to Zelda. Zelda looked at Larry.
"Hungry, baby?"
"A little, but I'm more tired then anything else. Guess I could wait till the morning," he replied, shooting a hungry glance at Katrina. She smiled at him, then turned to leave. "Well, I'll see you again in the morning. Hope you get a good night's rest."
Zelda turned to Larry. "You take a shower and get some sleep, baby. I want to stay up a while and gab with Karen, do you mind?"
"Just show me where the nearest bedroom is," Larry replied, picking up the bags.
"Up the stairs, first room on your right," Karen said, adding: "Bathroom's across the hall."
With a last burning glance at Katrina, Larry bade them goodnight and left the kitchen, suitcase in hand. When he was gone, Katrina turned to Zelda. "My! You sure know how to pick 'em, honey. Any more where he came from?"
Zelda took no offense but treated the remark as a compliment. "Not likely," she answered.
Katrina winked knowingly. "Well, I've got to get back to our company. I'm sure you two have a lot to talk over. I'll see you in the morning," she said, and then she was gone.
"Quite an imposing female," Zelda said once they were alone.
Karen agreed with a smile. "But she's a real groove, baby. We've been together almost five months and there's no one I'd rather live with ... except you, of course," she added quickly.
They sat in the kitchen for the next two hours talking over old times. By the end of their talk, the company had all left and Katrina was asleep in one of the downstairs bedrooms.
"I really want you to stay for a while, Zel," Karen was saying. She reached across the table and took Zelda's hand in hers. "Promise you won't go running off?"
"I'll stay as long as I can, baby," Zelda assured her friend, "but-well, Larry likes to move around a lot. Anyway, well see."
"Does Larry know about us?"
Zelda shook her head. "Not everything, no."
"Think he was shocked by the, ah, party?"
"I don't think he even gave it a thought," Zelda replied, stifling a yawn.
"You need your sleep, girl, it's way past your bedtime," Karen said, suddenly rising. She went to Zelda and the two embraced before their lips met in a passionate kiss. When it ended, Karen clung to Zelda with a look Zelda had seen many times during the years of their friendship.
"Listen, Zel," she began after she had caught her breath, "I have another party scheduled for tomorrow night ... I suppose I could cancel it ... "
"You'll do no such thing!" Zelda reproached her friend. "Besides, it'll be easier for us to get together with all those people in the house."
Karen grew visibly more excited. "That's an idea, but what about Larry? Won't he mind?"
"I'm more concerned about Katrina. How would she feel about it?"
Karen giggled. "No problem there. She's already set for a threesome, or a foursome, if Larry's willing, of course."
"Still the same old Karen, eh?" Zelda replied, slapping Karen's ass playfully. They kissed goodnight, Karen going to sleep in Katrina's room while Zelda ascended the stairs to join Larry. As she stepped into the darkened room, she knew instinctively that he was asleep and, without a sound she stripped and lay down beside him, falling asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 6
Larry was the first to wake, mumbling irritably as the whine of a jet whistled overhead. Beside him, Zelda lay, still wrapped in the serenity of slumber. He sat up and watched her breasts rising and falling and then placed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it gently till she moaned, pushing him away. He smiled as she turned over on her stomach, mumbling words he couldn't understand. He decided to let her sleep for a while.
Moments later, Larry came fully awake under the stinging needles of the shower. He stood under the spray, watching as the rivulets of warm water cascaded over his chest, streaming down over his hard, flat belly and gathering into droplets in the tangled growth of his pubic hair. He was thinking of Katrina, imagining what a fantastic fuck she would be, when his cock began arching up between his thighs. Instinctively, he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and started massaging it back and forth; not too slow, not too fast ... a nice, steady hundred-eighty strokes to the minute. He broke into a grin, remembering the hot, summer night in Fallsburg prison while Slip was confined to the infirmary. He had become curious about that aspect of masturbation and had timed it with his watch.
He leaned against the wet tile, flogging his cock faster and faster, wincing in delicious agony as he approached the precipice, his balls slapping against his inner thighs. Before him, on her knees, he saw Katrina, her mouth wide open, waiting for his load. The vision disappeared as he staggered back, his hand squeezed tight around the base of his dick to cut off the flow. When the sensation passed, he released his hold. Immediately, several clear drops of jism oozed from the tiny slit to be whipped into a creamy foam as he resumed beating his dick. "Why waste it?" he panted, dropping his cock suddenly as he thought of what lay ahead. First Zelda and then Katrina. He shut off the water, stepped out of the tub and dried himself, his cock still bobbing stiffly out from his crotch. He gave it a few more quick strokes before moving back into the bedroom.
Zelda lay on her back with her eyes wide open as he came through the door. When she saw his cock, she sat bolt upright. "Mmmmmm, baby ... come here," she said, reaching out for his cock as he approached the side of the bed. One hand dropped between his thighs to fondle his balls while the other pushed back the foreskin to reveal the oval-shaped head in all its glory.
"What a nice surprise to wake up to, darling," she said, staring at his beautiful weapon. "It's ... it's like a mushroom ... like a giant mushroom waiting to be eaten," she murmured, moving to the edge of the bed. She sat with her feet flat on the floor while Larry stood before her, his legs spread and his hands on his hips. He tilted his pelvis forward so that his big hard-on stuck out even further.
"Eat it," he commanded, "take that dick in your mouth and make me come, baby. It's all yours."
Zelda placed one hand against his ass and pushed him forward till his throbbing dick pressed against her trembling lips. She cupped his nuts in her other hand and opened her mouth wide to receive the bulging head. Larry groaned as she took the head into her hot mouth. She pushed it around from side to side, her tongue lapping it frantically. Larry placed his hands at the back of her neck, holding her gently but firmly as he fucked his cock into her mouth, groaning with pleasure each time he felt the head pressing against the back of her throat.
Zelda sensed he wanted it to be a quickie and she did her utmost to bring him off, opening her throat as the bulbous head inched its way down. Deeper and deeper it went, till he could feel the tip of her nose pushing into his pubic hairs. He looked down to see the entire length of his cock appearing and reappearing as she bobbed her head back and forth, her face distorted by its thickness.
Zelda began moving in unison with his thrusts, swallowing his distended dick as he thrust it forward, moving back slightly as he pulled away to begin another thrust. Suddenly she wasn't sucking, for Larry gripped her neck, forcing her head into an angle which allowed his cock to slide in and out without the head punching into the back of her throat. She sat passively on the edge of the bed while he held her head in his hands, his cock a blur as he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
"UNG! ... UNNGGG! ... Hold ... still! ... Oh! ... Ohhhhh!" His plunging cock spat out long streams of creamy white cum and his balls banged wildly against her chin.
Zelda began to choke on his load as he deposited the sticky stuff straight down her throat. She threw her hands up and grasped his cock, pushing him back till just the head of his spitting cock was engulfed by her lips. She began milking his balls with one hand while, with the other, she steadied his convulsing shaft between her sucking lips and drained out the last of his come. With a final gasp, Larry's legs buckled and he fell forward, pinning Zelda beneath him. After a few moments, he summoned his remaining strength and rolled over on his back. "What a fuckin' load that was. Whooeee! I thought I'd never stop coming!"
"It was more like a river," Zelda reminded him. She ran her tongue back and forth over her come-smeared lips, smiling triumphantly. "That was the best cum I ever tasted."
"Better believe it, baby, and there's more where that came from-lots more," he boasted. He pulled her against his chest and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Love me, baby?"
"I adore you," she assured him quickly. "You ought to know that by now."
"Yeah, just checkin'," he grinned. Then, "Whatta ya say we get dressed and go downstairs? I'm starved." He moved to the edge of the bed and reached for his pants.
"Me too, but you get dressed and go on down. I'll take a fast shower and join you in a few minutes," she replied, her buttocks jiggling up and down as she padded from the room.
Larry finished dressing and went downstairs. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Katrina sitting at the table with her long legs crossed. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown which did nothing to hide her abundant charms while she ran an emory board back and forth over the tips of her nails. "Good morning!" he said, tearing his eyes from her big tits as she looked up.
"Good morning," she said with a smile. "My! You certainly look rested. Have a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah, feel like a million," he replied, reaching for the coffee pot.
"Mmmmmmm ... you look like a million," she shot back. The boldness of her flattery caught him momentarily off guard. He collected himself and turned to face her, coffee pot in hand.
"Thanks. I think you're beautiful too," he replied with a grin, hoping to hide his nervousness. As she uncrossed her legs, he could see the creamy fullness of her silky-smooth thighs. He almost dropped the pot as she stood up.
"Sit down, I'll make you breakfast," she said. She got a cup and set it down on the table. "What'll you have? Eggs? Bacon? Cereal?"
"Uh, well, I thought maybe we'd go into town to a restaurant. Don't want to put you out," he stammered.
"Bullshit," Katrina replied, going to the ice-box. "You and Zelda are guests." She opened the refrigerator door. "What's it going to be?"
Larry capitulated. "Bacon and eggs. Same for Zelda," he said, pouring out the coffee. He replaced the pot on the stove and sat down.
Katrina brought out four eggs and a package of bacon. "Zelda up yet?" she inquired, lifting a frying pan from its hook on the pegboard.
"Yeah, she's taking a shower. Be down in a minute."
Larry sat sipping his coffee, quietly watching her as she moved about preparing the food. She was surprisingly light and graceful on her feet, unlike many tall women who seem cloddish and self-conscious. Katrina was different. She moved with the grace of a big jungle cat and the more he watched her, the hotter he became. He began to sense by the look in her eyes that she too had a bad case of the hots. The manner in which she moved her body told him more explicitly than mere words what was going on in her mind as she worked over the stove. He brightened considerably as he anticipated his cock plowing into her cunt. Zelda came in a moment later and both women exchanged greetings.
"Some service," she squealed as Katrina set the plates on the table.
"Katrina, you shouldn't have bothered ... "
"No trouble at all," Katrina said. She poured herself another cup of steaming coffee and sat down to join them.
"Karen still sleeping?"
Katrina sipped from her cup. "Uh-huh, but she ought to be getting up soon. We have to get this place cleaned up for tonight." She noticed the look in Larry's eyes and explained: "Oh, well, we're having a ... a kind of intimate party ... like the one last night, only there won't be as many coming. Ten at the most, I should imagine. You two are invited, of course, that is if you have no objections to ball scenes." She looked from Larry to Zelda. "Did I say something wrong?"
Zelda assured her she hadn't and the matter was dropped. They engaged in casual chit-chat, and when the meal was finished, Zelda helped clean up the dishes while Larry relaxed in the living room, thumbing through an old newspaper. There wasn't a word about a fleeing ex-convict and he relaxed in the knowledge that his trail seemed to be growing cold at last.
"How'd you like to spend a couple of hours in town with me, lover? We can use Katrina's car," Zelda said, standing in the doorway, twirling a set of car keys on her finger.
Larry got to his feet. "Sure, why not? Might be fun."
Zelda tossed him the keys. "Warm it up. I'll be out in a minute."
They drove into the medium-sized city of Idaho Falls, parked the car and wandered around the town like a couple of tourists. Larry took Zelda into a shop featuring Indian wares and bought her a suede skirt and a matching vest. Further on down the street, he stopped and purchased a beautiful opal ring and slipped it on her finger. "We're as good as married now," he told her, taking her in his arms and kissing her right there on the street corner while they waited for the light to change. Zelda was ecstatic as they crossed into the park and sat on a wooden bench to watch the graceful swans gliding across the surface of the manmade lake. They washed down several boxes of popcorn with sodas bought from a passing vendor and, as the afternoon lengthened, Zelda remembered the shopping she had promised Katrina to do while they were out. They made their way back to the car, driving a half dozen blocks to a big supermarket where Zelda purchased three big bags of groceries. On her way out, she picked up three bottles of liquor. Larry loaded it all into the trunk and they drove slowly back to the house.
After the groceries were put away, Karen suggested they both go upstairs and rest a while. "We'll finish cleaning up the house, meanwhile," she added.
Zelda turned down the sheets and they both lay down nude. Larry questioned her about the party and she told-him the truth. "I told you Karen was wild, didn't I?"
"Mmm," he mumbled.
"Are you angry? I mean, we could always go to a movie or something, it's up to you, baby."
"Nah. it oughtta be interestin'. What about you?"
"I don't mind as long as it's O.K. with you," she replied.
"Mmmmmm ... yeah, well I guess we might as well, only let's get some sleep. The party starts in a coupla hours," he murmured. Zelda snuggled against his back and soon both fell asleep.
The first couples began arriving before eight and by nine all were present and accounted for. Candles were lit, a buffet was spread out, cushions were scattered around and the sound of cool jazz drifted throughout the house.
Karen stood in the center of the living room lifting her glass in a toast: "Cheers everybody. The doors are locked, the shades are down and the phone is off the hook-have a ball."
Larry was lounging in the doorway with a drink in his hand when he spotted Zelda in the half light chatting with several others. They were sitting at the far side of the room and he could barely make her out. It was just as well, he thought, for it gave him the opportunity to move about in the semi-darkness without having to be called over to meet them. Right now he had nothing on his mind but Katrina. Where the hell was she? He turned at the sound of his name. It was Karen, holding a hand-rolled cigarette. She came over to him with a come-on look in her eyes and held the butt out to him. "Here, try it. It'll make your head feel good." Larry hesitated. He had heard about marijuana but had never smoked it. "Go ahead, take a drag, it won't hurt you." Karen coaxed, lifting the butt to his lips. He took a deep drag. "Hold it in as long as you can," she instructed as she pulled it from his lips. After a moment, he exhaled and immediately he began to feel a bit lightheaded.
"That's wild stuff ... anymore of it around?"
"A little. Looking to buy some?" She handed him the butt and he took another drag. Karen stood there watching him with a look that told him she was his for the asking. But Larry wasn't asking. Not at the moment, anyway. His blood was boiling for Katrina, a fact Karen had guessed all along, for she smiled at him, blowing a kiss with her fingertips as she faded back into the circle of couples sprawled about the dimly lit room. A moment later, Zelda appeared at his elbow. Behind her stood the couple he had observed her talking to moments before.
"Larry, I'd like you to meet some new friends of mine. This here's Carl, and his girlfriend, Leah." Larry smiled and shook hands.
"Enjoying the party?" he asked, handing the joint to Carl who took a drag and handed it to Leah.
"Yeah, it's pretty groovy," Carl replied. He looked a bit self-conscious and Larry figured it was his first time to an orgy.
"It's their first," Zelda said, as if reading his thoughts. She stood between them, her arms around their waists.
"Don't feel bad, we're in the same boat, ain't we Zel?"
Zelda smiled. She knew Larry had somehow guessed she was a swinger. How could she not be, knowing Karen as well as she did? "More or less," she replied, breaking into laughter.
"Holding out on us, are you?" Leah said with a girlish laugh, full of innocence. Larry figured she was no more than nineteen or so. She still had that fresh look of youthfulness about her that seemed almost out of place in the dimly lit, smoke-filled house that would soon become a wild arena of sexual excesses.
"A little, darling, just a little," Zelda said with an impish smile. She was just a little tipsy and she kept hugging them against her body as if they were children in need of a chaperone. "Come on, Leah, baby, I'll fix us a drink and I'll read you off your bill of rights," she announced, turning towards the kitchen. Leah smiled and allowed herself to be led away. Larry turned to Carl.
"Don't worry, she's safe with Zelda." Then, "You from around here?"
Carl looked surprised. "No. man, I'm from Pittsburg. Me and my chick couldn't stand the coal dust so we split, Besides," he added, lowering his voice. "I wasn't about to go into the goddammed army and get my ass shot off for nothin'."
Larry smiled, sensing an ally. "Yeah. I don't blame you. Where you two stayin'?"
"Well, uh ... it's ... kind of a ... a nudist camp. Ain't that something?"
"You gotta be kiddin'! A nudist camp where they..."
"That's right, man. Nobody wears any clothes. Costs us six dollars a day room and board."
"Hell, that ain't bad at all. Whattya do all day?"
Carl shrugged. "Lay in the sun, play volleyball, that kind of thing."
"Sounds great. Whattya have to do to join?"
"Pay 'em six dollars a day, boy," Carl replied, breaking into laughter.
Larry chuckled, suddenly aware of a sense of camaraderie for Carl who was a fugitive, just as he was. "Where is this joint? Maybe Zel and I will come out one of these days soon."
"Shit, man, I'll give you the address," Carl said, fishing in his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a little white card. Larry glanced at it and slipped it into his pocket. At that moment, the living room was suddenly plunged into total darkness as the candles were extinguished. The sound of conversation was reduced to hushed murmurs. As Larry peered into the darkness, he could discern dim shapes moving about, spreading pillows and blankets every which way. Moments later, he heard the sound of zippers and the thump of shoes hitting the floor.
"Looks like the action is about to begin," he said, turning to Carl.
Carl said, "Oh, uh, yeah. Wow!"
Larry smiled. "Let's go in and grab a seat. I don't suppose there's a rule against watching, do you?"
Carl mumbled something and followed Larry into the darkened room, as more and more couples finished stripping and hit the floor. They found a seat on the empty couch and sat down. They had no sooner gotten themselves settled when the room was suddenly bathed in the eerie glow of a pale green bulb shining down from a fixture in the ceiling. An audible gasp escaped his lips as he surveyed the scene before him.
On the floor at his feet, a young stud was busy pouring it to a chick who had her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The guy's back was toward them and Larry could plainly see the stud's thick cock punching in and out of the chick's cunt like a well-greased piston. His balls swung wildly against her asshole as he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her twitching cunt. Each time he came down on her, she lifted her ass to meet him, babbling incoherently as she approached her orgasm.
Larry glanced furtively at Carl, but Carl seemed mesmerized by the sight of the guy's cock whipping in and out of the girl's cunt and didn't notice. Suddenly the girl threw her legs high in the air. Her nails dug into the stud's ass as she pulled him against her as if to pull him inside her cunt, balls and all. Already her juice, clear and watery, was dripping down over her asshole. A moment of accelerated fucking and the guy came right behind her, his fluids mixing with hers as his cock whipped it into a frothy cream. The stud gave one final lunge before settling on top of the girl.
All over the room, guys and chicks were fucking and sucking in every conceivable position. One guy had his face buried between a girl's thighs while she was busy sucking another guy's cock. Another girl was bent over the arm of a chair while a muscular guy stood behind her fucking his cock into her ass. The entire floor was a moving sea of cocks and cunts, balls and assholes as the orgy went into high gear.
Larry forgot about Katrina altogether as he feasted his eyes on the incredible scene. His heart was pumping wildly and his breath quickened as though he had run a mile. He spread his thighs and reached for his cock but stopped as another hand began tumbling at the thickening bulge in his pants. He opened his eyes and saw Carl groping frantically for his zipper. Too hot to object, he relaxed, placing his arms over the back of the couch as Carl pulled his zipper all the way down. The next moment he felt Carl's hand slide in through the opening, fingers digging for his cock.
"Oh man, what a big one'" Carl groaned as he felt Larry's cock filling his hand. Suddenly, he was undoing the belt. Larry raised his hips and felt his pants being pulled down over his hips. Carl slid to his knees in front of him. grabbed Larry's tremendous rod and shoved the head into his eager mouth.
"Get it, baby! Suck that meat! Thatta boy!" His cock head was halfway down Carl's throat when, out of the darkness, Katrina suddenly appeared. Without a word, she stood on the couch, one leg on either side of him, her hands reaching behind his neck. She pulled him forward till he could feel the crinkly hairs of her big bushy cunt tickling his nose. Intoxicated by her unorthodox approach and the musky smell of her pussy, Larry grasped her hips in his hands and buried his face in her bush, his tongue lapping noisily between her cuntlips. Katrina responded with a groan, leaning against the wall for support as his searching tongue flicked across the hard nub of her elongated clit, already bursting from within its secret hiding place.
Carl's expert mouth was fast bringing Larry's load up where he desperately wanted it to go. His head bobbed up and down along the length of Larry's bursting shaft while his hand gently kneaded the wrinkled sac beneath the swollen dick. His other hand was a blur of speed as he flogged his own cock which jutted out through the opening in his pants. It wasn't as thick nor as long as Larry's but it was as hard as stone and red as a beet as he beat it to a splitting climax.
"Ulp ... ummmmm ... unnng ... ohbhhhhhh!"
Larry heard his cry and a moment later he was shooting his own hot load into Carl's waiting mouth. His fingers clutched at Katrina's buxom ass and his hips rose off the couch as wads of creamy jism spurted from the head of his dick.
And then Katrina sagged against his face, making it a three-way come as her juices flooded into Larry's gasping mouth, gushing over his tongue and dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he swallowed frantically.
"Oh ... yeah ... Suck big momma! Momma wants your tongue all the way in," she gasped, grinding her pelvis into his face with such force he thought he was being suffocated.
Carl finished sucking out Larry's juices before falling back on his haunches, his head resting on the cushion between Larry's spread thighs. In a sexual daze, he lay there staring at Larry's balls while Katrina finished her own climax. With a last violent shudder, she slowly turned sideways, away from his still-sucking mouth, and fell back ass first into the cushions where she lay gasping for breath.
The entire room was a cacophony of squeals and heavy groans as two, three and foursomes shot off their loads in a wild orgy of sexual pandemonium that could be heard from one end of the house to the other. Everywhere he looked, cocks were pounding cunts, legs were wrapped around heads, fingers and tongues were poking at assholes ... it was a sight he would long remember.
"That was great, man," Carl said, looking up with a smile. He still had smears of sperm around his lips as he rose and crawled between Katrina's thighs. Without opening her eyes, she spread her legs even wider and Carl fell down on his elbows and began sucking noisily on her gaping pussy.
Larry suddenly thought of Zelda. He was sure she wasn't in the room and wondered about her. Maybe she was in one of the bedrooms. Hmmmmmm, maybe, he thought, getting to his feet. He pulled up his pants, leaned down and pushed Carl's face gently into Katrina's steaming pussy. "Go to it, baby." he said, staggering off to find Zelda.
He found her in one of the upstairs bedrooms, locked in the sixty-nine position with Karen on top. The women were sucking lustily at each other's cunt and Larry stood quietly in the doorway for several moments, mesmerized by the sight of their mutual cunnilingus. Neither saw nor heard him as he stepped inside and closed the door. He quietly stripped naked and sat down in a comfortable chair to watch the two females make love to each other.
Zelda lay on her back with her knees drawn up, her fleshy thighs partly obscuring Karen's face as she lapped hungrily at Zelda's cunt. Zelda gripped Karen's saucy buttocks, her fingers pulling the cheeks wide apart till Larry could see the brownish-pink button of her asshole as it moved temptingly from side to side. As his excitement rose, he moved his chair forward till he was but a few feet away. He sat staring, goggle-eyed, at a sight he had never seen before.
Zelda ran her thumbs back and forth along the red, swollen lips of Karen's cunt, pushing them apart till she could see the pink inner lips. He saw her tongue dart out, flicking rapidly against the warm, moist flesh, probing for Karen's clit. With the tip of her tongue, she uncovered the tiny bud in its secret hiding place and rolled it about till it grew hard, causing Karen to squeal with pleasure. With calculated deliberation, she pursed her lips and sucked the dainty morsel into her mouth, nibbling at it with her teeth while the tip of her nose nuzzled her asshole.
Karen squealed, tensing her buttocks as Zelda sucked lustily on her sizzling clit until the swelling bud pulsated rapidly like a miniature cock. Zelda was making loud slurping sounds as she buried her face in Karen's dripping cunt, sucking and licking it in wild abandon as Karen's juices started to flow. Karen buried her tongue into Zelda's slit as the titillating thrills mushroomed into one gigantic orgasm.
"Oh baby! ... Oh Baby! It's so good! Get it! Get it all!"
Zelda gripped Karen's squirming ass against her face and ran the length of her sinewy tongue deep into her creaming pussy as they rolled about on the bed, each girl straining to reach the uppermost regions of the other's cunt. Karen's cries rose in a crescendo of agony and despite Zelda's superior strength, she broke out of the circle of Zelda's arms and began banging her ass furiously up and down, slamming her steaming cunt against Zelda's mouth in a furious frenzy of moans and sobs.
Unable to sit still any longer, Larry spread his thighs, grabbed his aching dick in his hand and whipped it with short, quick strokes, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched the two girls sucking each other to orgasm. Suddenly, a girl he hadn't seen up until that moment, came from behind and knelt down before him. She was a pretty little blonde with big tits and a well-rounded ass and she looked as though she had been fucking all night as she took his cock in her mouth and started sucking him off.
"Go baby! Go! Suck that come outta my balls!"
He watched as the blonde's lips pursed tightly around the ridge of his cockhead. Both hands were wrapped around his jutting pole and she moved them downward, peeling the foreskin back over the bulging head. Larry groaned as the skin snapped tight behind the hardened bulge but the pain passed quickly as the blonde stuck out her tongue, running the tip down along the tender underside of his shaft till he felt it gently nudging his balls. He gasped, rising partway out of the chair, for her tongue suddenly snaked its way behind his nuts and began caressing his anus with light, tantalizing strokes till he thought he was going to pump out his load then and there. She withdrew her tongue and nibbled at the wrinkled sac, pulling gently at the loose skin with her teeth; a moment later she was licking back up along the underside towards the head.
With consummate skill, she teased his cock and then his balls with her moving tongue like a priestess performing a sacred ritual. When he thought he could stand it no longer, the exquisite agony ended.
Larry's thighs jerked convulsively as her hand reached down and cupped his nuts, her fingers milking the sac with gentle squeezing motions. Her other hand bent his stiffened rod slightly forward and suddenly her mouth opened wide, enclosing his cockhead with her hot, wet mouth. Larry shuddered. The blonde sucked slowly but deeply on his dick, swirling her tongue from side to side as she bobbed her head up and down. He could feel her saliva trickling down over his balls as his cock expanded, filling the cavity of her mouth, pulling at her cheeks as she moved her head from side to side. Now the tempo increased as she drew her mouth all the way back to the tip of his cock, paused and then sucked it down till her lips crushed against the base of his hairy groin. Up and down, faster and faster ...
Larry began to tremble uncontrollably; his legs jerked, his ass tensed, his breathing was erratic. The little blonde sensed the moment was near as Larry's hands readied for her head. He held her firmly, moving with her as his hot sperm surged out of his balls and up through his pulsing shaft. At the last moment before the explosion, he threw his head back, howling like a mortally wounded animal as he shot a tremendous stream of come into her mouth.
"UH! ... UH! ... UH! UUUUNNNNNHHH-HHHH!"
"Oh fuckin' shit! Here I come! AAARRRGGGG-GGHHHHHHH!"
He grabbed her head in his hands and half rose out of his chair as he slammed his spurting cock deep into her throat. Sweat was pouring from every pore in his body as he heaved his ass up and down in the cushions, the blonde bobbing right along with his frantic movements. Finally Larry uttered one, convulsive gasp, shuddering as he pumped out the last globs of jism and sank back into the chair, staring glassy-eyed at the girl who sat on the floor between his legs. She was smiling as she licked his sperm from her lips.
Larry's gaze shifted to the bed where Zelda and Karen were sucking at each other's cunt. This time it was Zelda who was on top with the diminutive Karen spread-eagled beneath her. Now Larry could see Karen's tongue swiping hungrily at Zelda's asshole. He heard Zelda moan as Karen spread her buttocks and sucked noisily at the tasty pink rosebud of her anus.
"Mmmmmmmm, baby ... like ... old times ... don't stop!"
Suddenly the young blonde got to her feet and stood with her back to Larry as she watched Zelda and Karen sucking madly. Larry's eyes widened at the size and shape of the girl's ass. Warmed up again, he rose and pushed her down into the chair he had just vacated. The girl was more then willing. Indeed, she seemed to know just what he had in mind, for she spread her legs wide, draping each over the sides of the chair, the fingers of both hands moving about in the golden bush Between her thighs.
Larry dropped to his knees and shoved his mouth into the very center of her golden triangle where already it was becoming wet and sticky. He worked his tongue into her slippery hole and sucked lustily while his hands teased the nipples of her breasts. In her excited state, it wasn't long before she came. With her squeals ringing in his ears, he brought her off into his mouth. A few more licks and it was over.
A tremendous round of applause suddenly filled the room. Larry looked up to see a dozen people gathered in the doorway, laughing and cheering. Chagrined, he picked up a pillow and tossed it at the group that was already beginning to disperse, now that the show was over. He turned to Karen and Zelda who lay on the bed giggling at his embarrassment.
"Son-of-a-bitch! You two knew they were there all the time, didn't you?" he raged. His angry indictment only increased their laughter.
Suddenly the blonde, who had been silent up to that moment, piped up in a squeaky, little girl voice: "So did I, but I didn't mind it a bit," she cried, joining Karen and Zelda in their laughter.
Outnumbered three to one, Larry's anger quickly subsided. He shrugged his shoulders and got to his feet. "Ahh, you're all degenerate peek-freaks, that's what you are," he complained, stuffing his limp dick back into his pants. He zipped up his fly and with a wave of his hand, headed for the door. "See you freaks downstairs. I need a drink."
As Larry passed by the living room, he noticed everybody was either dressed or getting dressed. The party was apparently ending. In the kitchen, he ran into Carl and Leah, who were also fully dressed and waiting patiently for the coffee to perk.
"Some party," Carl said without a trace of embarrassment as he faced Larry. Larry smiled, inwardly relieved at Carl's open manner.
"Yeah, it was O.K., I guess, only I ain't used to such a large crowd bein' around when I'm ... uh ... making it. Know what I mean?" He glanced first at Carl and then at Leah who nodded her approval.
"Say, how about just the four of us getting together sometime soon? Our cabin is just big enough," Carl said. Leah smiled as if in anticipation of the event.
"Sounds great, man," Larry replied, reaching for the pot. He poured each a cup before taking a seat at the table. At that moment Zelda glided in, wearing a thin, diaphanous gown that did little to hide her lush curves. Larry noticed Carl's lean and hungry look and so did Leah, but she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she was looking at Larry with a similar look of her own.
"Well, here she is folks, the mystery woman," Carl announced, letting the palm of his hand slide lightly over Zelda's tempting ass. "Where have you been all night?"
"Busy with the upstairs maid," Zelda grinned, adding: "and a few others."
"Hmmmmmmmm, sorry I missed out," Carl said as Zelda sat down beside Larry. He lifted a cup from its hook over the sink and filled it with coffee, placing the cup before her. Zelda's smile continued. She shot a questioning glance at Larry.
"Oh, you'll survive, I'm sure," she said. "Besides, I thought we were getting together soon."
"We were just talking about that," Larry said, cutting in. "How about some time early in the week? That suit you and Leah?"
"The sooner the better," Carl quickly replied, winking at Leah who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Larry.
"Of course, and while you're out there, you might just feel like staying," she added. "I understand you two haven't settled yet."
"That's right. We just got into town yesterday evening," Larry continued, returning Leah's admiring glances. "Zelda and Karen are great hosts but we sort of prefer the outdoors, don't we baby?" he ended, giving Zelda a light kiss on the cheek.
She gave him a wry smile. "That's right. Larry and I are just country bumpkins at heart and we can't wait to see what a nudist camp is like with all those people running around naked."
"I guess it'll take some getting used to," Larry offered. "I mean, not bein' used to it ... "
"What's to get used to?" Leah said, raising her eyebrows. "I mean, after tonight, you two are veterans."
They all laughed.
"O.K. then, it's settled. We'll be out there this coming Wednesday evening. Say about seven o'clock. That O.K. with you, Carl?"
"Perfect. We'll be looking forward to seeing you both," Carl answered. Leah glanced at her watch.
"Lord! It's three A.M. We've got to be going," she said, draining her cup. Carl followed suit. Zelda left and returned a moment later with their coats. They all shook hands and headed for the front door, saying goodbye to Karen on the way out. Katrina was nowhere about.
Larry and Zelda stood by the door shaking hands with the others as they too filed out into the night. After they all had gone, the three of them flopped down on the sofa, tired but happy the party had gone off without a hitch. Larry sat between Zelda and Karen, his arm about their waists.
"I wonder what the three of us can do, now that we're finally alone," he said, a smug grin spreading across his handsome face.
"The four of us, you mean," Karen corrected him. "You're forgetting Katrina."
"Say! That's right!" Larry suddenly rose. "Where is she, anyway? I ain't seen her for most of the night."
"If I know Katrina," Karen said with a giggle, "she's probably in one of the bedrooms recuperating. Why don't you go up and look for her?"
"Let's all go look for her," Zelda added, getting to her feet. She started for the stairs. "I'll check up-you two check down."
Karen headed for the single bedroom at the end of the hall, Larry following behind and running the palms of his hands over the tender smoothness of her ass, barely concealed beneath the thin transparency of her provocative black panties.
"Cut that out, you naughty boy," she giggled. "Can't you wait till we all get together?" Suddenly Zelda's voice echoed from the upper level.
"I found her!"
As one, Larry and Karen dashed for the stairs, taking them two at a time. They burst into the bedroom where they found Zelda sitting on the edge of Katrina's bed. Katrina lay on her stomach entirely nude, her head cradled in her arms.
Larry let out a long, low whistle of appreciation as he glimpsed Katrina's firm and fully rounded buttocks. As he neared the bed, he could see the thick thatch of hair jutting out from between her creamy thighs.
Zelda looked beyond him at Karen and the two women seemed to sense just what Larry had in mind for each smiled knowingly. "Katrina," Zelda announced, playfully pinching the amazon's buttocks, "Larry's got that look in his eye."
Katrina lifted her head and saw Larry approaching, his cock already starting to rise between his legs. "Beautiful," she murmured. "You have a beautiful cock, baby, but my pussy's too sore." She groaned and buried her face in the crook of her arm again.
"Why not do it the Greek way?" Karen inquired, winking at Zelda who had moved to the opposite side of the bed.
Katrina's answer surprised them, even Larry who stood fingering the buckle on his belt. "Well, if you think you can get it hard enough, I guess I can stand it," she replied indifferently.
It was all Larry wanted to hear. Without further ado, he dropped his pants, kicking them into a corner as they fell about his ankles. His shirt and his shorts quickly followed.
He stood naked before his giant target and there was a gasp and thrills of admiration from Karen who was seeing his equipment up close for the first time.
Without another word between them, Karen and Zelda went into action, Karen kneeling straddling Katrina's hips while Zelda reached for Larry's cock which was climbing rapidly. She grasped the huge weapon behind the head and massaged it to its full length, moving with her lover as he stepped over to the side of the bed.
"Grease it up for me, baby," he said, his eyes zeroing in on Katrina's fantastic buttocks.
Zelda quickly complied, dropping to her knees in front of him. She fondled his nuts in the palm of her hand while her mouth closed over the head of his pulsing dick. She sucked deeply on it, quickly covering it with a layer of saliva. When it was dripping with her wetness, she stood up and turned to see Karen performing the same service for Katrina.
She was leaning down over her roommate's body, sucking noisily between Katrina's big cheeks. Larry and Zelda moved in for a closer view.
Karen's tongue moved like a snake, flicking and stabbing deeply into the dark, hot recesses of Katrina's asshole, rimming her breathlessly while her hands spread the big woman's cheeks apart. When she finally lifted her head up, she was glassy-eyed with desire.
Then it was Zelda's turn.
She knelt between Katrina's thighs and rammed her face into the fleshy crack, sucking and licking as Karen had done. Karen's eyes suddenly shifted to Larry's throbbing cock. With a cry, she leapt off the bed and dropped down before him. "Oh! Give me that beautiful dick, baby! It's sooo big!" she cried, stuffing the head of his meat between her eager lips.
Larry shivered as he felt his stiff prong being enveloped by Karen's hot mouth. With a gasp, he reached down and gripped her head in his hands, steadying himself as she gobbled furiously, her free hand groping for his heavy nuts. He gazed down at Karen, watching her lips contorting around his thick shaft. A sudden moan caused him to look up. Zelda had apparently satisfied herself that Katrina was ready. She spread the woman's buttocks wide apart so that Larry could see the rosebud of her asshole winking invitingly at him. With a cry of impatient lust, he wrenched his swollen dick from Karen's mouth and lurched towards the bed. The sight of Katrina's asshole, reddish-pink and covered with saliva, was more than he could bear. He literally dove on top of her, jamming the head of his prick between her hot cheeks in a mad frenzy to get it in.
Katrina moaned and suddenly rose up on her haunches. It seemed she had had some experience in these matters before because she knew exactly what to do. She took the two pillows she had been lying on and shoved them beneath her womanly hips. "Two more," she moaned. "I need two more."
Her urgent plea propelled Karen into action. She got to her feet, ran from the room and returned a moment later carrying two more pillows which she piled one on top of the other. Katrina adjusted the pillows to her liking and then lay down, her hips propped high in the air, her large, rounded buttocks an open invitation for ass fucking, a pastime Larry had lately become quite fond of.
With his cock in his hand, he moved forward.
He placed the bulging head of his meat against the large diameter of Katrina's anus, prodding her gently but firmly as though testing the twitching muscle for give. To his surprise, the entire head slipped easily through the opening on the third poke. With a gasp, he reached down, gripped her cheeks in his hands and lurched forward, sending the entire length of his cock plunging in all the way till he could feel her cheeks pressing against his hairy groin.
"Ohhhhhh! God what a cock! Give it to me ... Hard! ... Fuck the shit out of meeeeee!" she wailed, arching her buttocks to meet his thrusts.
Zelda and Karen quickly crowded around, chorusing Katrina's urgent pleas. "Fuck her, Larry, she loves it! Fuck the ass off her!"
The combination of their pleas rang in his ears as he fucked his aching cock into Katrina's sucking asshole. His low-hanging balls slapped hard against her bushy cunt with each stroke, his hips moving back and forth, faster and faster, till the big woman began to moan, causing him to slam his dick into her ass with added fury.
As Larry's fury increased, so did Katrina's. With her head buried in the mattress, she heaved her churning buttocks hard against his groin each time he came down on her. As he drew it back out to plunge in again, her ass made loud, sucking sounds as he filled her insides with air. Totally exhausted, Larry fell across Katrina's back, too weak to haul his spent cock out of her clenching asshole.
They lay there, one atop the other, each too tired to move, Larry with his cock slowly softening inside Katrina's ass and Katrina trying her utmost to keep it from sliding out.
The room was still for a moment as Karen and Zelda stood staring at the two exhausted figures. Then they began clapping with spontaneous applause for the beauty of the spectacle they had just witnessed.
Summoning the last of his waning strength, Larry withdrew his cock and lay down beside her on his back, groaning softly with the effort.
"Just stay like that, baby," Zelda said, moving towards the door. "I'll bring a cloth and clean you up." She disappeared through the door.
"My! That was some show you put on," Karen said, her voice full of open admiration for his prowess. She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over, kissing him longingly on the mouth. She removed her lips from his and smiled. "I hope I'm next on your list."
Larry groaned and forced a weak smile. "Any time, Karen, baby. All I need is a little rest," he replied, breaking into a sleepy yawn.
Zelda came back into the room with a warm cloth and a small basin of soapy water. Karen held the bowl while she soaped and rinsed off his cock. She ended the ritual by patting it dry with a small hand-towel.
The bed suddenly shook as Katrina turned over on her back. "Good God! Your lover fucks like a thunderstruck donkey," she groaned, glancing down at Larry's cock, all cleaned up now and as limp as a dishrag. While the two girls giggled at her description, she sat up, squeezing her big boobs in her two hands. "That ought to keep me quiet for at least a week," she declared to no one in particular.
Larry patted her thigh affectionately. "I'll be getting back to you before that, baby," he assured her with a grin.
"Hey, I'm next, remember?" Karen interrupted. She grasped his cock in her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he replied, looking past her and winking at Zelda who returned his wink with a smile of complete confidence wreathing her face.
"Come on, baby," Zelda said, helping him to his feet. "You and I are going to bed right now ... to sleep. Something tells me you're going to need it before the week is out."
Arm in arm they left the room, headed for the other bedroom across the hall. Katrina and Karen called out good night as they too, prepared to retire. Fifteen minutes later, Larry and Zelda lay sound asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 7
Larry woke up slowly. In spite of the fact that he had barely consumed three drinks during last night's party, his mouth tasted like the bottom of a monkey cage and his head throbbed with a dull, insistent pain. He groaned and opened his eyes. The room was still unfamiliar to him. The white and yellow flowered wallpaper, the round hooked rug beside the bed, the small, bare window that looked out on the yard. Even the face, the gray, drawn face of dissipation which stared back at him from the mirror over the dresser looked unfamiliar. He wanted to disown it, but it glared back at him, refusing to go away. He stared back at the lackluster eyes and tried to smile, but the effort wasn't worth the results.
You're somethin' else, buddy-boy, he said silently to the face. You sat in a prison ceil for four years beatin your meat and tryin' to remember what a cunt looked like and now you got more pussy than you ever dreamed was possible. The face grinned smugly. Big dick Larry, the favorite stud of the little ladies. My! My! If the guys up at Fallsburg could only see you now! His lips twisted into a lascivious grin as he mentally compared the two widely different worlds.
The only trouble was that it wasn't really funny. If they ever caught up with him, he'd be going right back to that dismal world-and for a long, long time.
He dragged himself off the bed and staggered to the bathroom where he splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth. He stuck his tongue out at the hung-over face in the mirror.
Getting old, Larry baby, he thought. But what a way to age! Roaming around the country with Zelda at his side: no schedules to meet, just moving easy and all the pussy he could handle. Hooray for freedom!
He returned to the bedroom and slipped into his clothes. He glanced at Zelda who lay on her side sleeping peacefully. No sense waking her. She'd get up in her own good time. Meanwhile, he'd go downstairs, fix himself a cup of coffee and maybe sit out in the yard and get some sun till the others awakened.
In the kitchen, he made a pot of coffee, smoked a cigarette, then strolled out to the yard. It was a beautiful day and the sun felt hot on his cheek as he lay down on the soft grass, observing the squirrels as they leapt nimbly from one branch to another, quarreling amongst themselves, much as people did, he mused. At length, he turned over on his back and folded his arms under his head. For reasons he couldn't fathom, his thoughts suddenly turned to Tex back at the ranch. Man, how he had hated the bastard! It would have given him the greatest of pleasure if, somehow, he could return just long enough to punch him in the mouth. It still rankled to think he hadn't been able to even the score with his former boss. And what about Hank? He consoled his conscience with the thought that at least he had paid his friend back in some measure for the trouble he had caused him.
A look clouded with inner turmoil crept into his eyes. He closed them, hoping to blot out the image of the girl he had raped, but it stubbornly remained, haunting him relentlessly. His troubled mind reeled with guilt. And what of retribution? Did he really believe he wouldn't be caught? His victim was the daughter of a judge, a man who represented the epitome of justice. The memory of his daughter's ordeal would remain with him to his dying day. No, he wouldn't give up. He'd keep the pressure on. Probably had half the police in the state of Nevada out scouring the countryside for him. He began to curse himself for having gone out that day. If only he had gone to the whorehouse instead._ ... But wishful thinking was useless. He realized they would never rest till they apprehended him. Then what? He winced as he visualized the irrevocable consequences of his act.
"No! No! No!" he suddenly cried out, pounding his fist into the grass in a rage of despair.
"Larry!"
He jerked his head up towards the bedroom window and saw Zelda leaning over the sill. Sleep was still etched in her face but it couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. "I'm coming right down, baby!" she called, disappearing from view. Larry wiped the wetness from his eyes, stood up and walked slowly back to the house.
"Darling! What is it?" Zelda cried, as she met him in the doorway. She put her arms around his shoulders and sat him down in a chair. He avoided her eyes but she knew he had been crying. She stood close, bending down to kiss the back of his neck. At length, he sighed and raised his head.
"Ah, ain't nothin' to get upset about. I was just thinkin' about ... my mother," he lied. He sniffed, wiping his hand across his eyes. "I never told you, but I was in foster homes most of my life. My mother died when I was three years old. I lost count of the foster homes I ran away from. I'm o.k. now, it's all right. I'm sorry, I guess I was just wondering what she looked like ... you know, what kind of woman she was ... stuff like that."
Zelda was overwhelmed with a feeling of infinite sadness and exquisite compassion for this handsome, rough-hewn young man with whom she had fallen so deeply in love. She knew only too well that their time was short and it was growing shorter with each passing day. She hugged him tight, murmuring sweet endearments in his ear as she covered his face with wet kisses. "I love you with all my heart, darling," she whispered.
Larry reached up and pulled her down onto his lap, his mouth meeting hers in a tender kiss that reminded her more than anything else that he felt the same way about her. When they parted, she was bubbling over with enthusiasm. "How would you like to go on a picnic today? Karen said we could use her car. We drive out into the mountains. It'll be just like old times."
"Sounds great. But maybe they'd like to come along with us?"
"Silly," she replied, kissing the tip of his nose, "they're both on duty today and won't be back till nine tonight. That gives us the whole day together!" She stood up. "You relax while I take a shower. I'll come down when I'm through and fix us a nice basket." She blew him a kiss and went back upstairs.
While Zelda was showering, Larry poured himself another cup of coffee and sat, sipping the brew, his thoughts on the forthcoming picnic. Lost in happy contemplations, he didn't hear Karen as she tiptoed into the kitchen and paused behind him, clapping her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?" she said.
Without a moment's hesitation, Larry reached over his head, grabbed her slender wrists and pulled her into his lap. Karen broke into a giggle as his hand flew to the hot little bush between her thighs. "Oh, you're so naughty!" she cried, squirming in his lap as his finger slid into her hole.
"Ummmmmmm ... whatcha got down there, eh? Nice wet, juicy pussy waitin' for my big prick. Mmmmmmmm, tight too."
Karen was suddenly hot, very hot, as Larry's fingers worked their magic touch along the lips of her quivering cunt. Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her ass up on the table, pushing her back so that her legs dangled over the edge. He sat down in the chair and pulled it close against the table, his arms going between her thighs. He bent his head and buried his lips between the hairy lips of her excited cunt, sucking lustily at the tiny bud of her clit while she gripped both sides of the table and moaned deliriously.
She came almost immediately. Larry's cock was hard between his legs as he lapped up her juices. He wanted to fuck her right then and there but there simply wasn't enough time. With a superhuman effort, he lifted his face from her crack and licked his lips. "Ohhhhh, baby ... you're really a hot number, ain't ya?"
Karen closed her legs and quickly sat up, pulling her robe tight around her waist. She had that dazed look in her eyes that Larry had seen so often and for a moment she couldn't find her breath. "You ... you've got quite a technique there, haven't you?" It was more a statement of fact than a question. Larry grinned, showing her a beautiful set of gleaming white teeth.
"That ain't all I got, sweetheart," he replied, tugging at the bulge in his pants. He was about to whip out his cock and go for a quick blowjob-for the hungry look on Karen's face told him she was more than willing-but Katrina's throaty voice calling down for some orange juice made him change his mind. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders, and told her he'd get back to her.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Larry didn't reply. Instead he took out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips, eyeing her while she poured a glass of juice for Katrina. She returned the pitcher to the refrigerator and then turned around and looked at him, her hands slowly sliding down over the curve of her hips.
"Well?"
"Gimme a light," he said, thoroughly enjoying the realization that she wanted it as much, if not more, than he did. She lit his cigarette, shivering while he ran his hands up under her robe, his fingers probing the cheeks of her ass.
"It's a fact," he replied, blowing a plume of blue smoke into the air.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice to know. Makes me feel goose-pimply all over," she murmured, enjoying his busy fingers. When he took his hand away it was wet. He reached for the glass of juice and handed it to her.
"Now beat it."
Karen obviously was hot enough to give herself to him right there on the kitchen floor but Larry was adamant. He turned her about and gave her a sharp slap on her ass.
"Ouch!" she cried, rubbing the tender spot. With a toss of her long tresses and a pout on her lips, she swished out of the room and went back upstairs.
Karen didn't come down again but Zelda did, looking fresh and gloriously alive in a yellow polka-dot dress and a wide-brimmed, Gibson Girl hat that perfectly set off her peaches and cream complexion. She pirouetted about like a little girl in her first party dress. "How do you like it, darling?" she asked with a radiant smile.
"If you're plannin' to divorce your husband, I wish you'd hurry up and say so, cause I'd like to marry you," he suddenly blurted out.
Zelda was momentarily stunned. Larry was asking her to marry him! She ran to him, tears streaming down her face as she pressed her lips against his neck. "Oh darling, do you mean it? Do you really mean it?" she cried, scarcely knowing what to think.
Larry disentangled himself from her smothering embrace. "Of course I do. That's what two people do when they love each other, ain't it?" He put his arm around her waist and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Will we have to wait long ... for the divorce, I mean?"
"Well, I ... I really don't know," she replied, breaking into a nervous laugh. "I ... I've never been divorced before but, it couldn't be more then six months, a year at the latest."
Larry looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. At length he said: "As soon as things quiet down, I mean ... well, you know what I mean." Zelda nodded. "We'll go somewhere and get married in a quiet ceremony," he continued. "I'm a good mechanic and good mechanics are hard to find. I could support us easy enough, how does that sound? You willin'?"
"Willing?" Zelda cried incredulously. "Baby, I'd walk to the ends of the earth with you ... anytime."
"Thanks for the vote," he replied, giving her a sexy wink.
Half an hour later, they were breezing along a smooth-topped highway that snaked its circuitous route round and about the gently rolling hills, festooned with mountain laurel and lofty pine trees. Within minutes, the terrain began to change its character, rapidly transforming itself into towering peaks whose tips were still crowned with the white snows of Winter while, all about them, as far as the eye could see, Summer was laughing and strewing flowers.
They were headed east, towards Swan Valley, a picturesque vacation spot situated on the Idaho-Wyoming border. Karen had assured Zelda that it was the ideal place for them to spend the day as few people were out there during the week so they could count on enjoying the beauties of Nature in complete solitude.
As much as Larry enjoyed being behind the wheel, he had decided it would be in their best interests if Zelda did the driving. He sat on the passenger side, his eyes reflecting the peace and contentment which settled over him as Zelda wheeled the little red Datsun deeper into the mountains, keeping her speed at a steady forty-five as they approached the downgrade which would lead them to the floor of the valley below.
They rolled into Swan Valley a little after noon, parking the little car at the lake's edge. They got out and stretched their legs, cramped now after the fifty mile drive. Larry got the food basket out of the trunk and together they wound their way along the water's edge till they found a secluded glade out of sight of the road. Zelda spread a blanket on the ground and Larry spread out the food. Laughing and joking, they ate their fill, then lay in each other's arms. Larry vowed he would love her always.
"How long will that be, darling?" Zelda asked, running the tips of her fingers through the growth of fine black hairs on his chest.
Without a moment's hesitation he replied: "Till death do us part, baby," and Zelda knew in her heart of hearts that he meant it. She took his handsome face in her hands and kissed him passionately, holding his captured lips against hers for a long time before releasing them. Larry groaned, feeling the gentle crush of her fingers squeezing at the lump that was rapidly swelling between his legs.
"Mmmmmmmm, whatever could that be?" Zelda murmured, her hands kneading steadily at the ever-increasing bulge.
Larry opened his eyes, a smile creasing the corners of his mouth. "Why doncha pull it out and see for yourself?" he grinned, closing his eyes again.
Unhesitatingly, Zelda moved down, her fingers quickly undoing his belt buckle. She unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down over his hips, gasping as his huge cock bobbed forth in the bright sunshine. Wordlessly, she bent her head down and proceeded to give him a blow-job, her mouth sucking gently but firmly on the long pole which jutted straight up from the thicket of black hairs at the base of his groin. When she had his dick rigid with desire, she slipped the pulsing head from her mouth, straddling his body in the sixty-nine position.
Then her mouth worked on his cock again. He could feel her soft, wet tongue lapping at his shaft as she gobbled up the length of it. He quivered with ecstasy, pulling her buttocks down against his mouth, his fingers tearing at her panties. In a flash he had them down around her lush thighs, and a moment later his eager tongue dipped into the hot, moist cuntlips.
He flicked it back and forth, stabbing expertly at her growing clit while his fingers dug into her lovely ass-cheeks. He pulled her down tight against his sucking mouth, breathing through his nose, his pointed tongue sliding rapidly along her gaping slit. Zelda squirmed, clenching her buttocks rhythmically while his hot breath fanned the tender button of her anus.
"Darling ... I ... I'm coming ... Oh baby I'm coming!" she gasped.
Larry's fingers pulled at her buttocks, separating the twin globes even more. He shot the length of his tongue deeper into her sheath, groaning against the lips of her snatch as her juices poured over his tongue. "Oh God! I'm coming!" she wailed again, bobbing her head up and down on his prick, her cunt slamming against his mouth in a rage of passion. Her orgasm peaked and then subsided into a garble of moans and broken sighs.
Larry swallowed every drop of her juice, licking her dry, and when she begged him to stop, he moved out from under her hips, yanked his pants off and positioned himself on his knees behind her. Hefting his swollen cock in his hand, he thrust his hips forward, the head of his dick slipping easily into her dripping hole. "Gonna fuck ya dog-fashion, baby!" he cried, grabbing her hips. "That way you'll get it all ... every fuckin' inch of it!"
Zelda dropped into the crook of her arms and closed her eyes as Larry jammed his cock roughly into her vagina. He wasted no time, propelling the length of his rock-hard meat in and out of her twat in a blur of speed.
Zelda winced as the knob-end of his weapon punched into her womb and she held on, digging her fingers into the blanket as Larry raised his body into a half-crouch behind her and let go with his load.
"Here I come! ... Here I come! ... AARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
When the wild quickie ended, it was in a mad cacophony of groans. Larry fell away from her, his sperm-smeared cock slipping noisily out of her sloppy-wet cunt. He rolled over on his back, panting like an overworked donkey while Zelda slowly collapsed face down on the blanket.
It was some minutes before they recovered, and when they did, each burst out laughing, the sounds of their happy voices ringing out across the placid lake. At length they calmed down. Larry lit a cigarette and passed it to Zelda who took a deep drag and passed it back. They lay side by side, staring up at the deep blue of the mountain sky till the lengthening shadows cast by the setting sun reminded them that it was time to leave.
Zelda led the way back along the shore towards the car, Larry following close behind, a blanket under one arm, the picnic basket in his hand.
Just before backing the car away from the shore of the lake, Zelda braked the car to a halt, staring wistfully out over the blue waters. "I won't ever forget this day with you, Larry. I'll remember it as long as I live," she said. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"So will I, baby. Let's hope we live for a long, long time."
They pulled up in the driveway a few minutes after six and went into the empty house. Zelda turned to Larry as he set the basket down on the table. "Want me to fix you something to eat, honey?"
"Nah, I want to lie down for a while. How about you?"
"Good, I'll join you. I could do with a little rest but first I'm going upstairs and take a shower. Be down in a little while."
While Zelda scrubbed herself in the shower, Larry stretched out on the living room couch, intent on catching forty winks. He had no sooner settled himself when the telephone jangled in his ear. He hesitated a moment, undecided whether to answer it or not. Thinking it might be Karen or Katrina checking to find out if they got back all right, he picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Karen?" a deep, female voice inquired.
"Uh, no," Larry replied. "I'm a friend of hers. Can I give her a message?"
There was a slight pause from the other end then: "Just tell her Didi called and tell her the group should be there by ten, no later." She thanked him and hung up.
"Who was that?" Zelda called out from the top of the stairs.
Larry fluffed the cushion under his head. "I dunno, some broad by the name of Didi. Know her?"
"Never heard of her. What did she want?"
"Said something about a group coming over here at ten o'clock tonight. Don't tell me Karen's havin' another party?"
"Could be," Zelda replied, drifting back into the bathroom. Larry turned on his side and fell into a light sleep.
It was the sound of the back door slamming and then the loud, animated chatter of female voices that woke Larry from his slumber. He opened his eyelids a crack and saw Karen coming through the kitchen door. He pretended sleep while she paused, looking in his direction a moment before mounting the stairs. A moment later, Katrina came in to pause and then she too, climbed the stairs. He drifted back to sleep.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!"
Larry groaned, trying to ignore the voice, but it was insistent, and now his arm was being shaken vigorously. He stared, sleepy-eyed, at Katrina who was bending over him, her hand on his arm. His eyes rested on the huge swell of her big tits and went no further.
"Hate to wake you up, baby, but it's party time again. Company will be here in an hour," she said, straightening up.
Larry rubbed the sleep from his eyes and struggled to a sitting position. "Who's gonna be here in an hour?" he mumbled, his mouth opening in a yawn.
"Didi and her group," Katrina informed him matter-of-factly.
"Didi and her group?"
"Didi and her group," Katrina confirmed.
"Sounds like a goddamn band. What ... ?" But he didn't finish for Katrina was already on her way up the stairs. He glanced at the clock on the mantle. Eight o'clock. He had been asleep for almost two hours! He stood up, yawning again as Zelda entered. She looked like a Hollywood sex symbol right out of the thirties. She wore a pair of skintight white slacks that flared out below the knee, and when she turned about, he could see every line and crease of her buttocks. Her melon-like tits, unconfined by the conventional bra, bobbed slightly to and fro like two mounds of well-set jello. He could just make out the pouting outline of her nipples through the wispy, black lace blouse she wore. She stood with her legs slightly spread and her hands rested on her hips. She smiled coquettishly. "How do I look?"
"Good enough to eat," he replied. He went over and took her in his arms, his mouth seeking hers. When they parted Zelda whispered in his ear: "Want to eat me now? There's still time." He suddenly felt her hand groping for his cock.
"Son-of-a-bitch! Don't you ever get enough?"
"Not half as much as I'd like to get," she replied, still groping between his legs.
He grabbed her wrists in his hands and held her at arm's length. "You keep givin' it all that exercise and it's gonna fall off in your hand," he warned her with a grin.
"With all that meat between your legs, it'll sound like an anvil hitting the floor," Zelda shot back.
His smile suddenly went positively hangdog. He jerked his thumb in the direction of the stairway, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They're havin' another party," he said, his voice sounding a note of awe. "Man! This place is busier than Mary's whorehouse on a Saturday night."
"I told you Karen was on the wild side, remember?" Zelda retorted, flouncing for the stairs. Halfway up, she turned, looking down at him. "The bathroom's empty if you want to take a fast shower, love."
He nodded, watching her ass moving seductively under the tight slacks as she continued up. A moment later he heard Karen complimenting Zelda on her outfit. "Shit!" he mumbled, heading down the hall for the bathroom. He decided to ignore the slight headache he felt coming on; no sense acting like a party-pooper even if he wasn't in the mood for a scene. He shut the bathroom door behind him and stripped. If he hurried, he could be showered and shaved before the first guests started arriving.
When the doorbell rang promptly at nine, Karen ran to answer it while Zelda stood with Katrina before the mirror, helping her with the inevitable last-minute adjustments. Katrina's hair was pulled into an upsweep which made her look even taller then she was, and she was wearing a plain black cocktail dress which looked as though she had been poured into it. Sheer black stockings and a pair of outdated spiked heels completed her ensemble.
Larry's gaze lingered on her lush curves a moment longer, and then he moved quietly through the kitchen and stepped into the yard, closing the door behind him. A cigarette and a few minutes of solitude might make him feel better, he thought. In spite of the closed door, he could hear the rise and fall of excited female chatter as the house rapidly filled with incoming bodies. He leaned against the side of the house and sucked two cigarettes down to the plastic filters before deciding to go back inside.
Zelda came rushing over to him the minute he entered the living room.
"Honey! Where have you been?" she shouted above the din. As near as he could estimate at a single glance, there were at least a dozen women in the room and not a male voice to be heard. He started to say "outside" but decided against shouting. Instead, he jerked his thumb up and pointed it behind him. "Are you all right, baby?" Zelda continued. He nodded.
Larry had more or less given up drink as a means of escape but the drink Zelda shoved into his hand was practically straight whiskey. He took a deep slug and felt the stuff burning a vicious trail through his guts.
From that moment on, things went fast and furious. He never did get to know any of the women by name and it was just as well. He felt he ought to catch up with the party's tempo so he quickly downed several more stiff drinks. Through the resulting haze he got a startling revelation of the kind of party it was turning into.
A very young chick, wearing a green silk scarf around her neck and sporting a skimpy mini-skirt, was sitting beside an older girl whose hair was cropped very short and who was dressed in a severely tailored man's suit. Larry watched while they embraced and then kissed each other on the mouth. The older girl turned sideways on the couch, attempting to force her companion back against the cushions, but the younger girl twisted out of her embrace and sprang to her feet. "Hey, all you people!" she yelled. "Didi thinks I'm too young to be a stripper. What do you think?"
There were squeals from all sides as the young girl pranced about, her mini-skirt pulled up over her hips. "Beautiful!" "Simply gorgeous!" "Where have you been all my life, sexy?"
Larry glanced behind him to see a big woman waving frantically in the young girl's direction. When he turned his head back, the girl was in the process of stripping in the middle of the crowded floor. Her blouse came off and went sailing over the heads of the crowd, but before she could go any further, her girlfriend leaped from the couch and hurled herself at the would be stripper-cursing her and showering her with abuse as she dragged her out of the limelight.
The party went into high gear. Eventually came the chant which Larry was to hear many times afterwards.
"Katrina! Katrina! Take it off! Take it off!"
Katrina stood up and went to the center of the floor. Two of the mannishly dressed girls-really beautiful chicks, Larry thought with a sense of loss went about the crowded room turning off lamps till only one glowed in the surrounding darkness.
Katrina stood proud and tall-and totally unashamed. "Who's going to assist me?" she cried.
"Me! Me! Me!" came the cry from every direction. "We'll shoot dice for it," said one of the girls. She stepped into the light and knelt down at Katrina's feet. From her jacket pocket, she produced a pair of dice. Two other girls joined her on the floor and the dice rolled. A slender, black-haired girl won. She rose with an expression of self-satisfaction and the others faded back into the crowd.
Larry glanced around but, in the semidarkness it was difficult to make out faces. He wondered where Zelda was. He felt slightly ill at ease, standing as he was in a roomful of obviously homosexual women with not another guy in sight, and the irony of the situation began to amuse him. Out of perhaps twenty women in the house, all but three were positively untouchable. He decided to make the best of it and leaned against the doorway, drink in hand, to watch the proceedings.
Someone slipped a bump and grind disk on the hi-fi and Katrina began to sway very gently. The slender girl at her side stepped back to give her more room and the dance began.
Larry glanced quickly at the faces around the edge of the lighted circle. All he could see was the hot stares of the women. Women's eyes staring at other women. Trembling fingers twitched aimlessly in tight-closed laps. He glanced back to Katrina. She had obviously been drinking for he could see little beads of sweat popping out on her forehead and her eyes shone, but it was as if the alcohol had simply evaporated through her pores, for she seemed rocksteady on her feet as she twisted and turned, delirious with pleasure at the opportunity to display her voluptuous body. What disturbed him was that she was performing solely for her own sex. He was jealous.
The jungle beat of the record pounded at his temples as Katrina began to strip. She bent forward, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress. She started upward, carrying the hem in her fingers. They slid along her rounded thighs until white flesh gleamed above stocking tops. She slid her fingers over her bare flesh and continued upward till she reached her breasts. She suddenly dropped the hem of her dress and cupped her heavy tits, kneading them lasciviously while the crowd held its breath. Then she flung her arms violently apart.
The living, fluttering, violating hands went to the side of her dress and the hiss of her zipper was heard. She reached down, grabbing the hem in her hands and, in one violent movement, tore the dress over her head and flung it across the room.
In her bra and panties now, she was trembling with unrestrained ecstasy, shivering and shimmying like a primitive priestess as she moved about the circle of light. Her fingers caught the top of her panties and pulled them straight down, stepping out of them as they fell around her ankles. The crowd went wild, hooting and cheering with gusto. Katrina stepped backward to the slender girl who had won at the dice. She lifted her arms over her head and the girl, standing behind her, threw her arms around her ample hips, her left hand sliding down into the thick bush between her thighs while the other hand unsnapped the catch of her bra. A moment later, her big bouncing tits burst forward as the girl swung the bra high over her head and tossed it into the circle of huddled women at her feet.
Larry watched several of them getting to their feet, their eyes glittering with lust. Each maneuvered for a better position in which to view Katrina's gyrating charms.
And Katrina offered herself to them. She dropped to her knees, weaving from side to side, her tits bobbing up and down till she crushed them in her hands. She slid her legs from underneath her buttocks and rolled onto her back, her head tossing from side to side as she arched her pelvis in the air.
Larry's cock leaped in his pants as he stood there watching Katrina's fingers spreading her cuntlips wide open for the crowd to see. Then, amid the ooohhhhs and ahs of the crowd, she slipped her finger into her cunt, past the pink inner lips and up into the steaming sheath of her vagina. She worked the finger in deeper, her eyes closing and her face becoming more flushed. As her cunt became drenched with excitement, she slid another finger in, grunting with animal pleasure as her cunt expanded. Her arm began moving rapidly now.
Larry's excitement grew by leaps and bounds. He sucked quickly on his cigarette and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Good God! It was more than he could bear! He dropped one hand down to his crotch and wrapped his fingers around his swollen shaft. In the semidarkness, he began milking his cock back and forth, his eyes trained on Katrina's cunt.
Suddenly the woman who had been standing behind him pushed past him and made straight for Katrina who now lay on her stomach, her hand working furiously at her pussy. She fell to her knees in the lighted circle and reached for Katrina's hips. With one powerful twist, she turned her over on her back, pulled her hand from her cunt and buried her face in Katrina's snatch.
The crowd went wild.
"Whooeeee!"
"Give it to her, Al!"
"That's it, Al, bring her off!"
As Larry sagged against the doorway, his eyes ablaze with lust, someone snapped off the single light and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. That move apparently was the predetermined signal for the others to go into action. The room was suddenly alive with bodies in the act of stripping. The music had stopped and he could hear the hiss of zippers and the sound of shoes hitting the floor. It was going to be a free-for-all!
Two girls, totally nude, stumbled through the doorway and headed for the stairs. Larry stepped back and watched their jiggling asses till they were out of sight. A duo of masculine girls followed close behind, each pulling a nude fem along by the wrist. They too disappeared up the stairs.
Larry turned and staggered to the kitchen where he poured himself a fresh drink and sagged into a chair at the table. From every part of the house he could hear the moans and groans of women reaching orgasms. It began to get on his nerves-all this fucking and sucking and not a straight chick in sight. Where in hell were Karen and Zelda? He hauled himself to his feet and staggered off to search for them. As he went down the hall he passed two chicks who were standing, nude, against the wall, dry-fucking each other. They didn't even see him as he moved by. As he approached the downstairs bedroom, he could hear female cries emanating from the room. He stood in the doorway and looked in.
A small, dark-haired girl was lying on her back on the bed completely nude. Both knees were drawn up so that her heels rested on the backs of her thighs. Her eyes were closed and both arms were thrown out over the sides of the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, her forearms resting on the girl's thighs, was another girl who seemed about to perform cunnilingus on her. While Larry watched, bug-eyed, the girl leaned forward and peered down into the scarlet slit of her friend's gaping pussy. She knelt there, a look of exquisite rapture spreading over her features. It was almost as though she had gone into a trance for she neither heard nor saw Larry as he inched closer to get a better view.
What he saw caused him to suck in his breath. Unable to stop himself, he unzipped his fly and popped his huge prick out through the opening. With the throbbing pole grasped firmly in his hand, he peered over the girl's shoulder, his eyes feasting on the sight of the young girl's crack. It was the first time he had seen a hairless cunt. It looked like a baby's, only much plumper, and the line between the lips was dark until the girl's thumbs drew them apart, and then he was staring at the reddish-pink area surrounding the inner lips. While the young girl waited passively, her lover moved one of her hands from her thigh towards the tiny button of her asshole. With the tip of her thumb, she touched the rosy circle, while her index finger dabbed lightly against the girl's rising clitoris. While the girl moaned in ecstasy, her lover took to pinching the moist lips ever so lightly till they began to twitch in response.
Larry gasped, saliva dripping from his mouth as the lesbian pressed her open mouth hard against the girl's shaved cunt and began sucking with loud slurping sounds. He saw the young girl's asshole contracting below the other woman's chin as she swiveled her tongue deep inside the virgin crack.
It was too much for Larry-much too much. He began jerking off.
Suddenly a hand reached for his jerking cock, but the rapid movement of his wrist knocked it away. Without losing a beat, he turned to see Karen standing just behind him. She was nude save for a pair of pink panties, and she put her finger to her lips to indicate quietness. With the other hand, she motioned him to follow her.
"Mmmmmmm, man, am I glad to see you, baby," he said, once they were in the hallway.
Karen smiled at him as she led him up the stairs. He followed her into an empty bedroom and Karen quickly closed the door behind him. "How would you like me to service you?" she asked, her eyes dropping to his bobbing cock, "You can suck my dick for openers," Larry replied, heading for the bed. He lay down on his back with his head propped up on two pillows, his legs drawn up and spread wide apart, watching as Karen crept on her hands and knees between the V of his parted thighs. He moved his hand to Karen's hot cunt but couldn't quite reach it. Instead, he contented himself with caressing the cheeks of her ass.
As he touched, squeezed and kneaded her buttocks, Larry could feel her warm breath wafting over the tip of his cock and he arched his hips to force his long shaft into Karen's mouth. "Now, baby, now!" he ordered, holding his stiff cock up straight so that it stuck up from his thighs like a towering, pole, while, with his other hand, he guided Karen's head closer.
Slowly, Karen swallowed the throbbing horse-cock and then slithered down to take as much of the hot shaft as she could into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that's it, sweetheart, go for that big piece of meat," Larry croaked. "Take it all!"
Karen could take the full length of his dick without choking. Even Zelda wasn't able to accomplish that, and he was impressed. He lifted his hips off the bed and slammed his cock hard against the roof of her mouth. He did it again, and no matter how hard he slammed his meat into her slobbering mouth, she was able to take the deep thrusts in her stride.
While her lips slid up and down on his shaft, her hand went down and cupped his balls, her fingers pulling gently at the loose skin. She slipped his cockhead from her mouth and ran her wet tongue along the underside of his penis, then made the return journey, this time slithering the point of her tongue into the wrinkled sac holding his balls. While Larry gasped with pleasure, she picked up the loose flesh of his sac between her fingers and tugged his balls up high, her tongue snaking behind them to get at his asshole.
Larry took his hands from her head and closed his eyes as the fire built up in his loins. Karen's expert tongue sent shivers up his spine as she stabbed it around and about his clenching anus. She felt him go limp as he gave himself over to her ministrations and that's when she really did a number on his asshole, sucking and rimming it till her jaws ached.
"OHHHH ... Yeah ... yeah, that's it ... mmmmmmmmmm," Larry groaned as he felt the tip of her tongue opening his asshole. His response was immediate and he ground his buttocks against her face, twisting and turning to get her tongue in as far as possible.
Suddenly Karen slipped her tongue out of his ass. She gripped his pulsing dick in her hand and massaged it back and forth as her other hand cuddled his balls. Then she captured it in her mouth again, running her lips down to the very base of his groin before pulling all the way back to the bulging head. It seemed she was trying to do everything at once in her eagerness to please him. Now she dropped his cock and spun around so that her ass was facing him.
"Hurry!" she cried, twitching the cheeks of her ass as she awaited the fuck of her life.
Larry sensed by the position she was in just what it was she desired. He moved quickly to accommodate her. He knelt behind her, his cock bobbing between her thighs as he pulled himself close, his hand reaching down to separate her cheeks.
Karen felt the warmth of his hand as he pulled at her buttocks. "Yesss, fuck me there!" she moaned. "Stick that hard cock up my ass! ... Love me till it hurts! ... Make me cry!"
It was all Larry had to hear. He held his cock in position, touching the dark, soft sweetness with the head for but a moment before he stabbed the blunt head in past the tiny muscle. With a snarl on his lips, he heaved himself downward, pinning her to the mattress, his cockhead gouging deep into the tender membranes.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!"
It was a cry Larry had often heard in the past. As soon as he had it in her as far as it would go, he pulled it slowly back out, inch by inch, until only the hot, rosy tip remained inside, held fast by the ring of her tortured asshole.
Then he pushed back in, his hips driving slowly but firmly, and he felt his shaft being engulfed again.
His hips moved in slow, hot circles, pumping in and pulling out, the hot suction seeming to pull his dick further in each time he withdrew to begin another plunge.
Larry's hips began to pump wildly, great moving piston, pumping and pulling, gouging and tearing, wanting to hurt and pleasure her at the same time.
Karen's hands flew up. She tried to pull herself away from the red-hot poker that was searing the depths of her ass by grabbing the edge of the mattress but so firmly was she impaled on his swollen cock, that she gave it up moaning and crying as Larry fucked the shit out of her.
Larry shuddered as he lifted her ass off the bed for the final series of thrusts. "Hold still, baby, this ain't gonna hurt at all." he said, drawing back his cock. Karen moaned into the pillow and held her breath. She was under the impression that it was all over and now all that remained was for Larry to pull out. Consequently, she was totally unprepared for the lightning series of thrusts that quickly followed, one after the other. She screamed and kicked at the mattress as Larry sent his big salami in and out of her puckered asshole while he pinioned her hips in the viselike grip of his arms.
"Uh! ... Uh! ... Uhnngg! Oh God, it hurts!" she cried, squirming on the end of his thick shaft.
But her screams merely whipped Larry's lust to a white heat. His fingers squeezed into her flesh while he thrust at her, bucking his hips forward faster and faster and then, as Karen let out a piercing wail, he came, grunting and moaning each time his cock squirted a stream of white jism into her anal canal.
"EIIIIIIII!" he cried as the last of his spunk shot off the end of his dick. When it stopped, he groaned, falling down on her back, his cock popping slowly out of her hole. He lay breathing hard against her so that she could feel his heartbeat. With one final groan, he rolled off her and lay on his back, his eyes closed and streams of sweat pouring from his body.
Karen sat up at length, one hand rubbing her sore ass. She slipped from the bed and padded out to the bathroom, returning in a moment with a warm, wet cloth. She knelt on the bed and wiped his cock clean. Then she went back to the bathroom and returned with another wet cloth and a small towel. She wiped his balls and the inner sides of his thighs and then dried him. Larry groaned contentedly. He was all fucked out and all he wanted to do now was rest. Karen lay down beside him, one hand caressing his thighs when Zelda came in.
"Oh, so here you are, baby," she said, lying down on the other side of him. "I couldn't find you anywhere."
Larry smiled and peered at her. "You couldn't have been looking very long, baby," he said, noting the sweat that fairly dripped from her every pore.
Zelda chuckled. "Well, it took me a while to get on my feet," she replied, winking at Karen.
Larry propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. "How many bulldykes jumped on my pretty-pussy tonight, eh?" he said, kneading her big nipples between his fingers.
Zelda sighed. "I lost track after a while but, you know something, baby? No matter how much a girl makes it with another girl, there just isn't anything like a man's hard cock to do the job properly ... Know what I mean?"
"Yeah. I know exactly what you mean and so does little Karen. Ain't that right, sweetheart?"
Karen made a face and rubbed her sore behind. "I'll never be the same again, I swear it," she moaned. They broke out laughing, and after several more pointed comments, the three fell silent, lying side by side on the bed. All was quiet, save for an occasional cry that drifted up from the living room below. After a while Karen rose, threw on a robe, and headed for the door. "Be right back. Sounds like guests are leaving," she said, slipping out the door.
Twenty minutes later, Karen returned with Katrina in tow. The big gal staggered into the room and fell down on a small daybed along the far wall. She had obviously been drinking and soon she fell asleep. Karen covered her with a blanket before hopping back into bed with Larry and Zelda. The three snuggled up under the blanket, their naked bodies soft and warm against one another. Larry snuggled up against Zelda and, with Karen pressing her thighs against his bare ass, they all drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 8
On Wednesday afternoon, after leaving Karen a note telling her where they were going for a day or two, Zelda slid behind the wheel of the little red Datsun and with Larry comfortably ensconced beside her she headed south, following the directions Carl had scribbled on the back of the card he had handed to Larry on the night of the party. Larry remembered Carl telling him that it was an hour's ride through some pretty rough country and he cautioned Zelda to slow down. "Gotta watch these curves, baby. Such great country, we might as well slow up a bit and enjoy it."
Zelda laughed, twitting him about his caution, but she knew he was right and accordingly, she drove at a more leisurely pace, the four cylinder motor purring contentedly as it hauled them up and down the undulating ribbon of highway that seemed to follow the path of the river far below them. As they rose higher and higher into the mountains, they marveled at the magnificent scenery that converged on all sides in a panorama of rugged mountain peaks and graceful valleys. But it was the river, the twisting, turning, Snake River that captured their imaginations as it uncoiled its great silvery, glistening length in and about the foothills of the towering mountains.
An hour later they came upon a sign that told them the Wolf Creek Nudist Camp was two miles along the dirt road on their right. Zelda slowed down and made the turn into the narrow road, driving slowly. The branches of trees on both sides of the road brushed across the roof. They continued down the deserted road until it suddenly widened into a clearing. Ahead of them they could see what appeared to be the main house. Zelda slowed to a stop. As they got out Carl and Leah suddenly appeared, smiling broadly.
"Hey! Good to see you, man," Carl shouted, grabbing Larry's hand. All four exchanged greetings and then Leah suggested they sign in. She led the way into the office where a smiling, sun-tanned matronly type welcomed the two newcomers like converts to a new religion. Larry and Zelda signed their names in the register and were given a key to their cabin.
"Come on," Carl said, picking up one of the suitcases, "I'll show you where it is." He led the way out, heading diagonally across the grounds towards a line of cabins, half-hidden in the trees.
"Where is everybody?" Zelda inquired as she looked about the nearly deserted grounds. So far she had seen only two people, a man and a woman playing volleyball in a little courtyard on her left.
"It's like this pretty much through the week," Leah informed her. "The family groups come out mostly on the week-ends."
"Guess it gets pretty crowded ... I mean, with all those people," Zelda continued.
"You said it," the other girl replied. "Too many people around. I prefer it quiet, know what I mean?" They both laughed at Leah's implication and, in that moment, the two girls began to like one another.
"Well, here it is, folks," Carl announced with a deep bow and a sweep of his arm. "Your home away from home. It's just big enough for two but four can make it when necessary." Laughter followed his remark and they all trooped inside.
"Not bad," Larry announced, casting his eyes about the rather small room. There was a table and a chair at one end and a couch and a daybed at the other end. A back door opened onto a small porch and that was the extent of their digs.
Later on in the afternoon, they took a hike into the surrounding woods, tramping single file along an old Indian trail that hadn't felt the tread of a moccasin since the fall of Custer. Carl explained that most of the tribes were quartered in a big reservation in the southern part of the state. "Been reading up on it," he told them by way of explaining his rudimentary knowledge. They tramped along for an hour or so before heading back the way they came. It was a refreshing change out there in the wilderness, but all were eager to get back into camp for a good meal and maybe an evening spent around a crackling fire.
They got back just as the sun set. After washing up at the bathing area, they sat down in the dining hall with perhaps twenty other couples and enjoyed a delicious meal consisting of baked trout, creamed spinach and corn on the cob. Later, as they were sitting around a pit fire before their cabin, Carl passed around a big joint.
"Christ! This stuff'll knock your head off!" Larry mumbled as he passed it to Zelda for the third time. His head was pleasantly numb and his throat was dry but he had to agree with Carl that it was a hell of a lot better then liquor.
"Glad you appreciate it," Carl said, grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly, without any apparent reason, they all burst out laughing. When the laughter finally subsided, Carl pulled out another thick joint and suggested they go indoors. "Just in case," he added, nodding his head towards the office.
Larry agreed. "But let's make it in our cabin," he added, stumbling to his feet. He helped Zelda up while Carl poured a bucket of water over the fire and then the four trekked the short distance to the other cabin. Last in, Larry closed and locked the door behind him while Zelda and Leah went about straightening up the place, dusting, sweeping and making the bed. When all was ship-shape, the two girls sat on the bed, leaning their backs against the wall while Larry and Carl settled themselves into a pile of cushions spread out on the floor.
"This is really livin'," Larry allowed as he accepted the burning weed from Leah's fingers. "If I had a hundred years, I do believe I'd spend every one out here in the mountains where it's peaceful and quiet."
"I'm with you there, baby," Carl said in a quiet voice as he passed the joint to Larry. Larry took a toke and passed it to Zelda. She closed her eyes while she inhaled the smoke into her lungs, and when she exhaled, she stared at Larry, her eyes a mixture of love and sadness.
"How ... how would it be, darling? Tell me, I'd love to hear it from you," she mumbled.
Larry took a long time to reply. At length, he said: "First of all, I'd go find a spot of level ground with a stream runnin' nearby. Then I'd chop down some trees and make us a cabin ... a nice cabin, with a bedroom and a big bathroom and a sunny kitchen. I'd plant flowers in the front and grow vegetables in the back, and in the winter there'd be plenty of wood for the fireplace. Then I guess we'd have some kids, an' they'd all grow up here free with nobody to hurt 'em ... we'd just all stick together and when the kids grew up and got married, they'd come back and visit us 'cause we'd still be there, livin' happy."
No one said anything when Larry finished. The silence continued for long moments. It was as if he had spoken for all of them, and indeed he had, for each in his own way had been running away from his past. Larry for the rape of a girl he had picked up; Carl, because he had refused to kill for his government; Leah, because she could no longer survive the restrictions of the small Pennsylvania coal town where she had lived most of her life, and finally Zelda, who sought to erase the memory of four long, lonely years awaiting the return of a husband she no longer loved.
It was Carl, speaking through the semi-fog of a marijuana high, who finally dissipated the veil of gloom that had settled over the group. "Well, to tell you the God's honest truth," he began, "and if it's all the same to you, I'd sooner start off with a little nooky in the woods. Then I'd think about buildin' a cabin."
The laughter continued unabated for several minutes. The spell had been broken and now conversation and relaxation came easily. With a sense of new-found camaraderie, they sat in the dimly lit cabin, smoking joints almost as fast as Carl could roll them.
Larry suddenly got to his feet, some inner humor etching a silly grin on his handsome face. Before he had been sent away to prison, alcohol had been his chief means of escape and he could remember tying on some beauties, but he had never felt as freaked out as he was at that very moment. He stepped over the mound of cushions and slumped down on the bed between Zelda and Leah. The girls made room for him as he settled himself into the cushions.
"Is everybody high?" he inquired, slurring his words.
"I am," Leah and Zelda chorused simultaneously. Carl's face broke into a grin.
"Really spaced, man ... out of it."
Larry's hand groped for the thickening bulge that pressed painfully against his pants. He tightened the material about its length so that its size could easily be discerned. "Look what else got high," he said, turning to Zelda who immediately wrapped her fingers around it. Leah giggled.
"Mmmmmmmm, I'll say it's high ... hard too," she added, squeezing it between her fingers.
Larry groaned, his cock arching several notches higher as Zelda kneaded it into full glory. His breath quickening, he looked at Carl who was already pulling himself to his feet. "Duty is callin', whatta ya say, Carl baby?"
Carl was on his feet now, his fingers pulling at his belt buckle. "I'm already on my way, make room!" he cried as his pants dropped to his ankles. He shucked his pants off, reached down and pulled forth another bed from the space underneath the one they were lying on. He dropped his shorts and whipped off his undershirt as Leah crawled onto the high-riser.
Larry too was naked, his stiff cock jutting out and upward as he knelt over Zelda, tearing at her clothes. Her bra went sailing across the room and, as she lay on her back squealing with anticipation, he lifted her hips and yanked down her jeans. Zelda kicked them off her feet and Larry fell on top of her nude body, kissing, pinching and biting her with the frenzied zeal of a sex maniac.
On the other half of the bed, Carl lay on his back, his thighs spread wide apart, the palms of his hands resting on Leah's head as she sucked noisily on his throbbing cock, her long pink tongue caressing the underside of his shaft as she drew her mouth back and forth along its length. Groaning with pleasure, Carl raised his legs and rested his feet on the small of Leah's back, using hands and feet to press her down against him. Suddenly she backed off his cock and held the throbbing muscle in her two hands.
"Just lie still, baby and let me blow you ... too much jumping around throws me off. That's it, just lie still," she added, encasing the head of his hot prick in her mouth again. She curled her thumbs and index fingers around the base, pressing the palms of her hands flat against his groin and resumed her sucking, her cheeks stretched in distortion as she rolled her mouth over the bulbous head.
She started sucking him off in earnest now, her mouth sliding all the way down till he could feel her lips pressing against his pubic hairs. She maintained a tight vacuum on the upstroke, her lips stretching wider as she drew her mouth back over the pulsing head. With his foreskin held tight between her pursed lips, she ran the tip of her tongue back and forth over the tiny slit, tasting the lubricating fluid as it oozed out.
Carl's toes curled in sheer pleasure. Leah had one finger up his ass now, twisting and poking it deeper and deeper into the tiny opening while her head bobbed up and down rapidly. "Oh ... baby, don't ... stop," he groaned, his ass bouncing up and down on the mattress as she sucked furiously. His pleasure was heightened suddenly as he turned his head sideways and saw Zelda's thighs spread in a wide V. Her eyes were closed and there was no mistaking the ecstasy Larry was providing her as he slurped away at her with his tongue. Carl extended his arm across the short space between them and placed his hand on her breast, his fingers twirling the rosy nipple till it grew hard and rubbery.
Zelda didn't object to Carl's fingers; on the contrary, she was enjoying the added stimulation. As her enjoyment doubled, she reached down between her thighs with both hands and spread her cunt lips wide open so that her clitoris, swollen to twice its normal size, stood straight up, pulsing visibly till Larry's lips closed over it. As he flicked his tongue against the super-sensitive muscle, Zelda heaved her pelvis violently against his mouth, twisting and turning her hips in a wild dance of sexual anticipation.
Larry kept his mouth glued to Zelda's cunt, alternately nibbling at her distended clitoris and sliding his tongue back and forth over the dark, puffy cunt lips, his head in constant motion as he brought her nearer and nearer to orgasm. His cock was throbbing hotly against his stomach as he lay face down between her thighs. His lips closed over Zelda's stiffened clitoris again, his teeth nibbling expertly from base to tip and then back again. With his own lust climbing to fever pitch, he slid two fingers into Zelda's rapidly dilating hole and commenced finger-fucking her.
"I'm ... coming, baby," Carl suddenly gasped, his hips arched high, his stomach rippling with straining muscles. His fingers clawed at Leah's hair, the knuckles white with tension as he held her head and slammed his spitting cock against the back of her throat.
Leah clutched Carl's wildly straining buttocks with both hands and dug in, feeling the powerful thrusts of his orgasm and then the river of hot jism as it flooded her mouth.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!"
Leah wheezed and gasped for breath as she rode out the torrent of come that shot off the end of Carl's dick. He cried out again and again, yanking her head down to meet the violent thrusts of his heaving hips. Her mouth was sliding up and down on his cock with ever-increasing speed and her finger was still drilling furiously at his asshole when, at last, shuddering from head to toe, he released his grasp on her hair and slowly relaxed, his eyes closed, his body drenched with sweat.
Leah whipped her finger from Carl's asshole and grabbed his balls, kneading and milking them as she sucked out the last drops of his bittersweet cum. She sucked up and down the length of his slowly receding cock until it was completely dry of come and saliva, then, with a groan that signaled the steady rising of her own passion, she lifted Carl's legs high in the air, sliding her hands down along his thighs, pushing his legs higher and higher, lifting them till just his shoulder blades were touching the mattress.
Taking a deep breath, Leah snuggled her nose under his fat balls, her tongue flicking at the spread cheeks as she drew nearer and nearer to his tensing asshole. Carl, knowing from past episodes what she was after, bore down with the muscle of his anus and then Leah had the tip of her searching tongue past the opening, tasting the sweet, hot darkness of his sucking asshole.
"Mmmmmmmm ... yeah, baby, ream it out!" Carl murmured, gripping his thighs and holding them out in a wide V as Leah bored her tongue in all the way. She turned her head from side to side, drilling and reaming at his hot, sweet hole till Carl cried out again. Instantly, she withdrew her tongue and reached for his cock again, sucking off the extra drops of jism as they dribbled from his cockhole.
When she was satisfied she had taken the full weight of his load, she lay down between his legs and let out a long sigh, her cheek resting on Carl's groin as she watched Larry about to bring Zelda off in his mouth.
Larry had already brought Zelda to a series of clitoral orgasms with the expert manipulations of his teeth and tongue and now he pushed her thighs back over her belly, preparing to trigger her into a mind-bending vaginal climax. While Leah and Carl watched, he trailed the tip of his pointed tongue slowly over the length and width of her gaping slit. Every few moments, his tongue would slip back into his mouth as he tasted and swallowed the juices he had scooped up, and in it would go again, driving Zelda up the wall.
Larry, using the fingers of both hands, spread her cuntlips wide open so that her clit and her hole were completely open to view. He inhaled deeply and then thrust the length of his tongue deep into the hot, slippery sheath of her cunt.
Zelda jerked her legs wider apart as Larry's tongue darted into her pussy. A shivering squeal broke from her lips for Larry's tongue had thickened now and he was expertly vacuuming out her creaming vagina, his fingers prying apart her cuntlips and the tip of his nose rubbing the hardened nub of her swollen clitoris. As she threw her arms out in orgasm, one of her hands came into contact with Carl's flaccid dick. Her fingers tightened around the limp flesh and she began jerking his cock as she sailed into her climax.
Leah interpreted the move as a signal to go into action and she did, crawling behind Larry and positioning herself on her knees. As he moved forward with Zelda, his tongue whipping in and out of her oozing hole in a blur of speed, she pried apart the cheeks of his ass and buried her face in the crack, her mouth sucking hungrily at the hot disk of his puckered anus.
With Leah's moving lips and darting tongue swiping up and down his ass crack, Larry felt his pleasure doubling. Sucking noisily at Zelda's cunthole, he hauled himself to his knees and spread his thighs wide apart, thus presenting Leah with a more accessible target.
Leah lost no time accommodating herself to the more advantageous position. One hand reached between his thighs to cup his wildly swinging balls while the other snaked around his pulsing dick. Both hands immediately went into action, one milking his tight, furry sac while the other moved rapidly back and forth along his throbbing shaft, pulling and squeezing as she sought to jerk him off, and all the while she kept forcing her tongue into his ass, deeper and deeper.
The sight of Leah on her knees behind Larry with her face buried in the crack of his ass and her hands working on his cock and balls was enough to send Carl's sagging libido soaring. What had started out as a mutual fucking scene between two separate couples, was now merging into a wild free-for-all and he moved accordingly, easing his stiffening cock from her clenched fist and climbing over her till his knees straddled her waist.
Zelda opened her eyes and watched as Carl's jutting prick and hanging balls descended. Panting with mounting desire, she brought the palms of her hands flat against the hard melons of his ass and pushed forward till the bulging head of his cock touched her lips.
"Mmmmmmm, take that dick, baby," Carl groaned, leaning down till he felt the tip of Zelda's nose pressing into the hair at the base of his groin. "Suck it all out, that's it ... lick it good."
Zelda slid her hands from Carl's buttocks and gripped the backs of his thighs, her eyes wide with unrestrained lust as she opened her mouth to swallow the swollen head, her lips curling tightly around the thick shaft that was inching its way down her throat. Carl leaned his weight on the palms of his hands, gasping as he felt the enveloping heat of Zelda's mouth closing over his cock. He slid one hand behind her neck, pulling her up into his cock. He held her head tenderly and then his hips began a steady back and forth movement.
As he propelled his dick in and out of Zelda's eager mouth, Carl took a moment to glance back over his shoulder, watching Leah as she flopped over on her back. She wiggled between Larry's thighs, one hand holding his cock in position so she could munch on the hard knob-end while her other hand gently kneaded his balls. "Suck him off Leah. That-a-girl," he panted, turning back to concentrate on Zelda whose cheeks were stretched and distorted by his huge cockhead.
Larry, meanwhile, was giving and getting from both ends. While Leah stroked his nuts and sucked his dick, his pointed tongue lapped away at Zelda's quivering clitoris. He tunneled between the pink lips, nibbling passionately on the blood-red appendage that jutted stiffly out from the little forest of curly cunt hairs at the top of her glistening slit. Zelda pulled her knees up till they were touching Carl's buttocks then dropped her thighs wide apart. As Larry dropped his head lower, she clamped her creamy legs tightly against his head, almost smothering him in the soft, wet hole of pink flesh and prickly cunt hairs. Larry groaned and slobbered up and down the length of Zelda's juicy crack, whipping her quivering clitoris with his tongue till it grew swollen and hard. Squealing with pleasure, Zelda jerked her hips off the mattress and banged her gaping cunt hard against Larry's dripping mouth until her legs turned to water and the smoldering volcano of pent-up love juice began to flow. As her orgasm mounted, shooting pleasure-pains throughout her body, she heaved her hips wildly upward.
"Oh God! I'm ... I'm coming! Help me! ... I'm coming! Oohhhhhhhhhh. Darling! Suck me off!"
Zelda's cries became a series of gurgling moans as Carl joined in her orgasm, pumping his prick rapidly in and out of her mouth while his balls, convulsing rhythmically, sent stream after stream of thick white sperm down her throat. "Atta girl! Drink it up!" he cried, pile-driving the head of his spitting prick deep down her throat, his bouncing balls banging with a loud slap against her chin. "Awwwwwww baby! Lap that jism up!"
Larry moaned insensibly into Zelda's oozing slit, his tongue in constant motion as it swirled around and about her rapidly dilating hole. As he swallowed Zelda's load. Leah's steady sucking triggered his own long-delayed climax. The cheeks of his ass tensed tightly together while his balls convulsed with the first spasms of orgasm. Leah gripped Larry's ass with both hands and pulled his cock forward, her lips spread grotesquely around the pulsing shaft as she attempted to engulf its entire length within her throat. One hand had a good grip on his nuts, squeezing and kneading the fat, wrinkled sac while her other hand worked furiously at the lips of her slippery cunt. Now, she too, sobbed out in ecstasy, her moans and cries completing the chain-reaction of gurgling mouths, spitting cocks and creaming cunts. The cabin was filled with the moans and groans of four, hot young bodies as each ground out his simultaneous orgasm.
Carl was the first to finish. His long prick, covered with Zelda's saliva, slid out of her mouth, landing with a heavy thump in the valley between her tits. Carl shuddered from his heels to his hips, then fell beside her, his breath hissing between his teeth till the spasms ended.
"What a beautiful blow-job, baby," he panted, his fingers twirling her hardened nipples as Larry tongued her into yet another orgasm which didn't diminish till Larry ejaculated his heavy load into Leah's sucking mouth. Drained at last, Larry raised his come-smeared lips from Zelda's dripping hole, looking down with a satisfied smile as Leah sucked all around his dick till it was clean and dry. When she was through, she held his softening dick between thumb and finger, giving it a parting kiss before releasing it. Then she lay back and closed her eyes, murmuring contentedly as she licked his come from her mouth.
Later, while they sat around nude on the bed, finishing the last of some red wine Leah had brought, there was a sudden loud knock on the door. A moment later, a woman's voice called out: "There's a phone call at the office for Zelda," adding, "party said it was urgent."
"Thanks, be right there," Zelda replied, moving off the bed.
"Probably Karen calling, eh? I mean, you left her a note, right?" Larry prompted, a slight frown knitting his brows.
Zelda, sensing his apprehension, nodded quickly.
"Yeah, she's the only person who knows we're here, baby. Maybe something came up and she needs the car." Zelda zipped up her jeans and headed for the door.
"Want me to go with you, Zel?" Leah inquired, getting to her feet.
"No, it's O.K. Be back in a minute." Zelda slid the bolt back, opened the door a crack and slipped out into the darkness.
Larry, perplexed by the urgent phone call, suddenly experienced a premonition of danger. To calm his nerves, he lit a cigarette, pondering the meaning of the call as he sucked hungrily at the smoke.
Carl, unaware of Larry's concern, suddenly piped up. "That was some scene, man. Let's make a night of it, whatta ya say?"
Larry forced his mind off his thoughts. "Uh, yeah, sure," he replied, "soon's Zel gets back, we'll smoke some of that wild stuff you got and really get down to it."
Silence ensued as Carl busied himself with rolling a big fat joint which he handed to Leah when it was finished. As Carl began rolling a second, Larry held a match and Leah lit it, taking a deep drag before passing it to Larry, who took it from her but, instead of putting the end to his lips, he handed it to Carl.
Can't get high again, he thought, a worried look crossing his eyes. Not till Zelda gets back. Everything suddenly depended on Zelda. His mind was screaming. Zelda, hurry up, goddammit!
He tensed some minutes later as he heard her turning the door knob. The door opened and Zelda stood there looking at him, her eyes wide with fear. Leah, alarmed by Zelda's expression, tried to be helpful. "Is there something wrong, Zel? I mean, can I help in any way?"
Zelda shook her head, unable to speak. Larry climbed quickly into his clothes and walked over to Zelda. "Stay here, we'll only be a minute," he told them as he followed Zelda outside and closed the door. "What is it, sweetheart?"
Zelda threw her arms around his neck and hugged him against her. "That was Karen." she began breathlessly. "The police were at her house looking for you ... us, I mean. They know we're traveling together."
Larry was stunned. For several moments he said nothing. At length he sucked in his breath and let out a long, wheezing sigh. "When did it happen?" His voice was flat and unemotional. He had been expecting this moment for a long time and now that it had occurred, it seemed strangely anticlimactic.
"Last night, baby. They even searched the house ... "
"Good thing we took along our suitcases. At least we don't have to chance going back to the house," he said, running his hand through his hair.
"What about the car? We can't take it with us. Karen was too good a friend to be given that kind of treatment." By the half-light of the moon, Larry could see the pleading look in Zelda's eyes. Any thoughts he might have had about using Karen's car to flee suddenly evaporated. He would not disappoint her.
"Relax, baby. Karen will have her car," he promised, kissing her lightly on the neck. He took both her wrists in his hands and drew them against his chest. "But we gotta get outta here. They're too damn close for comfort. I figure we'll be safe here ... for tonight, anyway. First thing in the morning, we'll split back to Idaho Falls. We'll call Karen and tell her the car is parked near the station. Then we'll take the first train out. We'll go east, maybe New York. It's a big city and we can just melt into the crowds. They'll never find us!"
He took Zelda into his arms and held her in a long embrace, his lips crushed against her warm, wet mouth. When, at length, they parted, both were breathing hard. Zelda snuggled her face into Larry's neck and clung to him for a long time, unwilling to let him go. But time was short, so little time and so much to do ...
Larry eased himself out of her grasp and took her by the arm. "Let's go inside," he whispered. "I'll tell Carl and Leah we've had some bad news and want to be alone ... they'll understand."
"You sure there ain't anything I can do to help," Carl offered when Larry told him he had just gotten some unpleasant news and would like to be alone.
"Thanks, man," Larry replied appreciatively. "We'll probably see you in the morning." He was about to ask Carl if he and Leah would like to take off with them for New York but thought better of the idea. He figured that one couple would be a lot less noticeable than two.
After Carl and Leah left for their own cabin, Zelda pulled her suitcase from under the bed and laid out a clean outfit for the next day. Larry, meanwhile, opened his case, careful not to let Zelda see as he slipped the loaded magazine into the handle of the forty-five. He placed the pistol under a layer of clothes and then shut the case again. "We best get to bed early tonight, baby. Wanna be up and out before eight," he told her, slipping out of his clothes. He lay down on the bed, watching as Zelda shed her jeans. In a moment she was nude. As she came toward the bed, his eyes zeroed in on the thick pelt of pubic hair between her moving thighs and once again felt the stir of passion tickling his balls.
He took her quietly, tenderly, easing his huge, swelling cockhead into the soft folds of her cunt, inching it slowly inward till the length of it was enveloped by the hot, moist sheath of her vagina. Locking his hands behind the small of her back, his hips began the slow, pumping motions which would eventually galvanize their bodies into a molten mass of liquid fire.
Zelda's hands slid down over his back and gripped the hard melons of his ass. Her fingers dug into the lean flesh as she urged his dick deeper into her swimming pussy. A sob broke softly from her parted lips as she felt the bulging head of his cock nudging her cervix. She closed her eyes to the drab surroundings and concentrated all her energy on the thick, hot poker which had now become the center of her rapidly rising passion. Her eyes flickered open. Above her, she saw the dark head of her lover breathing fire like some mythical dragon who was preparing to ravish and devour her. With this image of her lover indelibly imprinted on her consciousness, she slipped into darkness again; the raging river of lust carrying her headlong toward the precipice.
Larry's sleek cock, wet and shiny now with Zelda's lubricating juices, slid smoothly in and out of her cunt, fucking her slowly, almost gracefully. He tried not to hurry, hoping instead to make it a lengthy, satisfying fuck that Zelda would remember for a long time afterward. He shut his eyes, grunting each time he felt his cockhead bumping against her cervix, his ass-muscles tensing with each penetrating thrust of his stiffened manhood.
But no matter how Larry tried, he was unable to maintain the demands of such a slow and measured pace and, gradually, his speed increased, doubling with each slam of his hips. As his own passion rose, he fucked his cock into her in a rising crescendo of grunts and groans, jabbing insanely with his prick, his balls whacking painfully against her hot, twitching asshole.
As Zelda slid over the precipice, she wrapped her legs around his hips and groaned, "I ... I'm ... coming! Sweetheart, I'm coming!"
"Unnng! ... Unng! ... Take it all, baby! Here it comes ... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh ... !"
They came as one, their come-cries filling the little cabin as they ground their pelvises together in a wild frenzy of copulation, each straining against the other to become a single mass of heaving hips and buttocks. Neither saw the flash of headlights nor heard the squeal of brakes out in the darkness. When the orgy of sound and movement finally ended, Larry eased his swollen dick from her come-filled cunt and lay down beside her, his chest rising and falling from his exertions.
The running feet they didn't hear, nor the muffled voices that were surrounding them in the darkness outside ...
"Love me?" Zelda purred, kissing his cheek.
Larry sat up and kissed her back. "Before you came along, I was like a dead man, baby," he replied, his voice steady and even. "You brought me back to life and now you ain't never gonna get rid of me. Soon's the heat dies down, we're headin' for Mexico so you can get a divorce. We'll find a nice place to live, I'll get a job and we'll settle down."
He was about to reach for the half-empty pack of cigarettes lying at the foot of the bed when the sudden blare of a loudspeaker rent the stillness.
"Lawrence Storm. We have reason to believe you are in cabin number six. This is the state police talking. You are advised to come out with your hands raised above your head. If you do not come out we will come in after you. You have two minutes."
Zelda's reaction was immediate. She threw her arms about him and begged him to give himself up. "Please baby! Don't do anything foolish," she pleaded.
Larry didn't answer ... couldn't answer. Instead, he kept mumbling, "How? How did they find us?" His hands shook and he ran his tongue nervously over his lips. He disentangled himself from Zelda's clutching embrace, stood up and reached for his clothes. Stunned, unable to speak, Zelda watched, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He dressed quickly, then walked over to the single light bulb and pulled the chain, plunging the cabin into total darkness. She heard his footsteps in the dark and then he was sitting beside her. He took both her hands in his and kissed her tenderly on the lips. He spoke in a whisper. "Now listen to me, baby," he began, his voice flat and unemotional, "I got just one chance to make it outta here an I'm gonna take it like you knew I always would. If I make it, I want you to go back to Cherokee Junction an' wait for me." He paused a moment till the glare of the floodlight swept by the window. "I don't know how long it'll be ... coupla weeks, maybe even a month, but I'll come back to you, I swear I will. Once I get up in the hills, they'll never find me ... you'll see, I'll come back ... I'll come back." He kissed her tenderly for the last time, then released her, moving catlike towards the back door. For the merest fraction of a second she caught sight of him crouching low to avoid the spotlight as it flashed by again. Darkness returned but she still retained his image ... heard the sound of his breathing. He was there, just a few feet away, and soon he would be gone.
She tried to speak but no words came. She sat like a statue in the darkened room and waited, knowing that her life was slipping away from her like water through a sieve. At the last moment she found her voice. "Good luck, my darling! Good luck!"
"Thanks, baby, I'm gonna need it," he whispered from somewhere across the room.
She heard a movement. Seconds later the door was flung open. She screamed his name but he was already gone, running through the trees in a race for life. Leaping from the bed, she ran to the door and peered vainly into the night but the night had swallowed him up. Without thinking, she slammed the door shut and stood in the darkness ... waiting.
The sudden, harsh staccato of rifle and pistol fire sent a spasm of tremors through her body. She sucked in her breath, listening to the sounds of running feet and excited voices.
"Think we got 'em!"
"Over here with that light!"
"There he is!"
Reeling with terror, Zelda staggered to the window and gazed on a scene of horror. Less than thirty yards away was all that was left of Larry, whose bullet-riddled body lay crumpled and unmoving in the glare of spotlights. Three troopers gathered around the still form. One of them used his foot to turn the body over on its back. Zelda recoiled as she saw her lover's arm flop lifelessly across his chest. She knew then that he was dead.
Larry was dead! The realization sent the blood draining from her face and she stood there, white as a ghost, her features frozen into a mask of horror.
Larry was dead! Again and again the awful words echoed up and down the corridors of her mind till she was aware of no other sound.
Dead! Dead! Dead! Gone forever! Never again would she wake in the morning and find him curled up at her side ... Never again would she luxuriate in the simple sound of his voice nor feel the touch of his lips on hers. Once the ivory box was broken, the golden voice would sing no more ...
Like someone caught up in a dream from which there was no awakening, Zelda moved across the room and knelt down before the bed whose sheets were still damp with the sweat of their lovemaking. Her hands reached for the suitcase. She opened the lid and there, under Larry's shirts was the .45 ... and the money ... In a flash, she realized the truth. He hadn't taken them, for he must have known he was going to die and wanted to spare her up to the very last moment.
Larry knew he was about to die and wanted to spare her ...
Zelda lifted the cold automatic in her hand, cocked it and returned to the window. She stood there for a moment, gun in hand, her eyes riveted on the body of her lover. Her lips trembled and her words came in a whisper: "I'm coming, darling ... wait for me ... wait for me ... "
There was just the faintest trace of a smile on her lips as she squeezed the trigger.
Zelda never heard the explosion as the bullet spattered her brains all over the wall. She slumped down in a lifeless heap, but even before she hit the floor, her spirit was already racing across the grassy hillside toward Larry who awaited her with open arms. She threw herself against him and their happy laughter rang out, echoing up and down the valley. He put his arm about her waist and they started westward, toward a destination known only to them.
They were together now, Larry and Zelda ... and they would be through all eternity.
