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VILLAGE  IDIOT

Betty did not hear the footsteps.  She was in the kitchen looking out
the window, watching wild geese feeding in her back yard, but she had a
creepy feeling that somebody was watching her.  Slowly she turned her
head, and gasped when she saw him standing there not ten feet from her. 
Some said he was autistic, some said crazy,  but most folks just
considered him just not up to speed.

Billy had a gorgeous body.  He was handsome, if not too sharp, and if
you didn't dwell on the funny lok of his face.  But what he was known
for, what people whispered and giggled about, was his extra large
penis.  Hung like a horse, they said.

"Billy," she croaked, "What are you doing here?  Why didn't you knock?"
Billy grinned, but said nothing.  Instead, he dropped his pants and
shorts, stepped out of them and stood naked grinning at her.  His body
was almost perfect, and his cock began to swell as she gazed in awe,
dumbstruck at this turn of events.  She knew it would do no good to
scream, because he could be on top of her in a single bound.  His cock
was full and stiff now as he moved.  She felt fire between her legs as
he came to her.

He put his hand over her mouth. Holding her tightly, his hand reached up
her skirts, then dragged her panties down to her knees. He lifted her so
she half-sat on the table. The table wobbled and two cups rolled off
onto the floor.

Betty was rigid, not breathing, as his head bent and his mouth touched
hers. She clutched at him. She had heard that, although not very bright,
he had the gift.  She had often wondered about that, the gossip that he
could bewitch a woman, but she had thought it a joke. Now, she wasn't so
sure.  Something bright and tingling had flooded her being.  He said
against her lips, "Scream for me."  He took her hand and placed it on
his throbbing cock.

She held her breath. Looking up, she saw his slitted eyes like blue
stones. Now that she knew what he wanted she could not cease trembling.
"P-please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?" His mouth touched hers again. The caressing tip of his
tongue slid against hers. He pulled back and gave her a funny, grinning
look. He held her propped against the table with her skirts hiked up,
her underclothes stripped away, her sex thoroughly exposed to him. She
felt his hand between her thighs. "I want you to cry and scream, and I
want you to beg me."

For a moment she thought she would faint. Her legs stiffened around him.
"Don't!"

In her ear he breathed, "Not that. Cry!  Yell! Scream!"

She felt the air cool on her naked legs. His touch penetrated the folds
of her feminine places and stroked, softly relentless.  Betty tried to
pray, but no words came. This could not be happening to her. She was
sprawled against the table with her legs spread, her skirts up, her
blouse and bra gone to bare her breasts. He was doing what he pleased,
his hand between her legs, and she was powerless to stop him. She
gripped his arms to keep from falling.  His fingers found a small button
amidst her wet flesh. The nerve fire there shot through her body and she
cried out.

He thrust himself over her, his mouth seeking hers, a strange fire in
his lips.   The gift!  Betty jolted and almost slipped from his grasp.
At the same time she felt him shudder. Something strange was happening.
A bolt of wild light flashed and seared into their kiss. Deep in his
throat, he rumbled. When he drew back she saw that his eyes had changed.
He was breathing hard.

"I—" he said huskily. Abruptly, he buried his head in the valley between
her breasts.

Dazed, she stared up at the kitchen ceiling above them. From the moment
his hands had touched her she had been helpless, a prisoner of terrible
sensations she could not explain. His gift.  He was not the only idiot,
she thought with a sob. She felt his mouth softly nuzzling her aching
nipples.

She had lost her senses. All she could think of was the image of him as
his hands slipped down her thighs. He was so beautiful, built like a
greek god.  Her knees went wide, waiting for him. Unwillingly her hips
pushed against him. 

He lifted his head and she saw his face, his brilliant eyes. There was a
devil in him, she thought wildly; he made her do this against her will. 
His gift.  He bent and his warm, wet mouth was on her breasts, sucking,
biting, teasing. The fire betwteen her legs had become a vortex shaking
her, devouring her.  Betty bit back a scream. 

God in heaven, this was what he wanted! He wanted her to scream for him.
Beg for him. She squirmed against him. Her body had gone rnad. Her hands
pulled urgently at his bare hips, holding him to her.

"Ahhhh." He bent over her, pressed against her She could feel his hard,
naked shaft, his bare legs against hers. He bent and kissed her, his
tongue into her mouth "So sweet, so sweet," he muttered against her
lips. "Ah, moan for me." He put his mouth against her cheek and she felt
the stubble of his beard. "Beg me," he whispered into her ear.  His
gift.

She babbled something.  The tip of his hard cock was at her opened cunt.
Straining, she hiked her hips closer, trying to touch it. He growled,
softly. She was frantic, she hardly heard him. He pulled back and that
viselike hand slipped into her warmth, fingers penetrating, then pulled
out. She stiffened and cried out, her hands clutching his bare
shoulders. Then with one heavy strong thrust he was inside her.

Betty screamed and went rigid under him. "Yes, yes," he said through
clenched teeth, "scream and beg." She screamed again and heard a moan
from deep inside him. "Ah, God! "

His body contracted against hers. Sheathed tightly In her, he moved with
shuddering slowness, kissing her face, her eyes, her lips, the curve of
her ear. The center of Betty's body was in flames, invaded and plundered
by his massive cock. She writhed under him, matching his motion with her
bucking buttocks.

He lunged heavily into her. The table shook, spilling dishes to the
floor. She heard her own frantic cries, dimly aware that thenobody was
nearby to hear. She could do nothing; the feel of him in her body
destroyed the last of her reason. A terrible ecstasy poured from his
pounding; she sobbed that she wanted him, hearing his wild words— that
she was his now. That he had burned to have her.

The heat built from his frenzied battering. She dug her fingers in his
tangled, golden hair. She pulled at him, sobbing, straining for
something unknown, until at last his body clenched in convulsions. At
the same time Betty's world exploded. As the firestorm peaked, she
shrieked, feeling torrents of wet warmth spurting into her. He gave a
low, tearing moan, arms wrapped tightly around her, filling her with
heated sperm.

Then he screamed, "Momma!

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