Chapter 12
It was several days after the raid before Frieda came in to see Bill. She had given her statement with the rest of the girls to his superiors, who had driven up from Los Angeles to take charge of the final wrap-up. There was no problem in getting any testimonies...most of the girls were more than willing to tell in open court what both Max and Miss Hudson had forced them to do, including Frieda.
The two officers Bill had assigned to find Doris discovered her in one of the upstairs bedrooMs. She had almost bled to death. Doris was still on the critical list at the hospital, but the doctors told Frieda that with a little luck she'd recover.
"Want a drink?" Bill offered as he closed and locked the door behind her.
"I thought police weren't supposed to have alcohol on duty, especially in their offices."
"Oh, this time it's an exception. I've been promoted to head of the detective division in Los Angeles."
Frieda smiled proudly, then rose and walked over and kissed him gently on the lips. Bill put the bottle down he had pulled from his desk drawer and wrapped his arms tightly around her, returning her kiss with several sharp tongue thrusts between her lips.
"Easy, easy, boy," Frieda cautioned, pulling away. "That was a congratulations kiss."
"Mmmm. Well, maybe later. Have you been reading the papers?"
"They read like the walls of a men's toilet! My God, they printed almost everything."
"Well, that's the press for you. In any case, it doesn't look too good for Max Berger and his friends. They haven't got a prayer. You know, we found over twenty skeletons along the perimeter fence."
Frieda wondered if those were all of them, or if they had several hiding spots that they would never reveal to the police. It didn't really matter, but Frieda shivered nonetheless.
"What about all those bigwigs...their customers?" Frieda asked, thinking especially of the senator and the judge. She hoped they would go on trial for something.
"Oh, they tried to get out of it, saying that they didn't know what was going on Until it was too late. It didn't work. With your testimony and the testimonies of all the other girls, I'm afraid that they'll be joining Max and Miss Hudson in the pen before too long."
"So there is justice after all," Frieda said quietly: "I'll have that drink now."
Bill poured her a straight whiskey and had one himself.
"You really didn't tell me how you found us. I heard a sketchy story from some of the police, but I was too busy with my mother and Doris to focus in."
"It was a little luck plus your planning. When Betty got home with your mother and brother, Tommy grabbed her and took her up to the bedroom. She found the ledger and other documents and your note. She was so excited she didn't pay attention to Tommy's squealings and motions. He was trying to tell her what happened to you, but she just wanted to rush these things over to me."
"That's dedication," Frieda said admiringly, feeling a pleasant, warm glow spreading over her body.
"As soon as I saw them, I knew we had enough on Max to get a warrant and search the whole house. When Betty came back home, she was a little surprised not to find you home. But she saw your car was gone, so she figured you just slipped off somewhere for a while."
"But Max took me in his truck!"
"Ah, but he came back and drove your car into the lake behind the woods. He never had any intention of letting you go."
Shivers ran up and down Frieda's back. She took another long drink.
"When she found you still gone the next day, Betty became alarmed and called me. I came over as soon as I could and started asking your brother and mother if they'd seen you. They hadn't, and then your mother told me she was doubly upset because Max hadn't returned either. That's when I suspected that something was wrong. I didn't want to upset anybody, so I kept quiet. But Betty followed me out of the house and pried out my suspicions."
Frieda mumbled something again about Betty's devotion and held out her empty glass for a refill. Bill smiled and complied. She began to feel hot all over, especially her cunt. All that had happened in the days before seemed to be melting away. Bill's voice droned on in her ears as she continued to sip her drink.
"Well, Betty insisted that she work with me to help find you. We were both sure you'd been kidnapped. We worked all night, checking out leads, talking to people, but got nowhere. The next day I drove her home...she needed the rest, poor kid. Your brother was gorie, but your mother was up and went into the kitchen to put on some coffee. While we were sitting in the living room, Tommy came in and started grunting excitedly about something. At first we just thought he was having a fit and were going to call your mother when Betty suspected that he was trying to tell us something."
"Mmmmmm," Frieda mumbled, uncrossing her legs to let some fresh air reach her cunt. She was afraid her clit would melt if she didn't get some cool air up there quick. It was silly reasoning, but then she was getting a little tipsy.
"What it all boils down to is that he finally got through to us that he knew where the 'ranch' was...Max had taken him there a couple of times, and he knew the way. That kid figured that Max had taken you there too...but for keeps."
"He's smarter than we give him credit for," Frieda slurred, smiling invitingly at Bill.
"We left in a hurry, but Betty forgot her purse on the couch and ran back to get it. On the way out again she ran into your mother. Accidentally, she let a few things slip about something you found in the desk and Max. Well, I think you know the rest of the story. Max found out, forced your mother and brother to come up with him, and, well..."
Frieda grimaced. She didn't like to think of what had happened at that house. "How's your mother."
"She's still a little foggy. Brian and I told her that he'd been drugged while he was outside the room and didn't know what he was doing. She believes it, or wants to believe it. As for what Max told her about Brian and me, we just said he was lying to her. Knowing now what kind of man he is and what he was running, she believed us._A few more days at the hospital and she'll be going home."
"And Brian and Betty?"
"Oh, Brian has to be heading back to his base. He's taken over a month's leave and has to go back to pick up his orders. I think they're going to get married there. There's just too much publicity about Max and the ranch up here for them to get started nearby."
"So, they'll be living the straight and narrow?"
Frieda paused for a second, then looked up at Bill and flashed him a coy smile. "Don't be so sure."
"Do you think you can add a fourth to the party?" Bill said softly, putting his glass on the desk and walking over to Frieda. He crouched down and gently placed his hands on her thighs, sliding her skirt back to the belt. Frieda reached down and pulled her sweater over her head. Her tits flopped on to her chest. Bill looked up. Her big tits excited him and he lunged up, clamping his lips to her left nipple.
"Unnng!" she cried out, feeling his moist lips slide across her stiffened nipple. She felt his tongue swirl around the stiffened flesh, sucking, nibbling, swirling around until she opened her mouth to catch her breath. Slowly, he began to slip back down, sliding his mouth from her tit to her stomach, tonguing his way along her hot flesh to her cunt, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind him.
Frieda felt his tongue probing her cuntlips, teasingly pushing between them but not actually forcing its way into her sensitive fuck channel. Frieda felt an unbearable itch gripping her clit, an itch that could be scratched now only by Bill's tongue or cock. She shoved her hips forward, wanting to fuck herself on his stiff tongue.
"Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, standing up. He was unknotting his tie, then slipping out of his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, ripping off his T-shirt, unbuckling his belt, slipping out of his trousers.
Frieda had almost forgotten what a large, well-formed cock Bill had. She stared at his cock, large and thick with a beautiful pulsating vein running the length of the powerful shaft. She wanted it stuffed in her, sliding against her clit until she exploded in fury against him.
"Fuck me," she moaned hoarsely.
Bill smiled, massaging his cock as he stared at Frieda. She had to relieve herself. Reaching down to her exposed cunt with her right hand, Frieda stuck her forefinger in her twat. There was no limit to the pleasure that she felt when that finger came to rest on her trembling clitoral bud. She stroked, squeezed, tugged, rubbed, strummed the swollen clit; each movement was like a tiny bombshell of pleasure that made her jerk with excitement, made her shudder with an ecstatic shock. She moved her right forefinger down to the cunt hole repeatedly, sticking it inside and pulling it out a second later when it was freshly coated and glistening with cunt juice, and each time she did it she thought of Bill's cock and wished that it was in her, that it could be in her cunt right then and there.
"I think I'll be able to take care of that," Bill said hoarsely. He walked slowly up to her, his cock swaying back and forth as he moved. She felt Bill's hot breath on her face and the tip of his swollen cock poking gently at the hairs that massed around her cunt. He grabbed her and drew her face to his. "Oh God, Bill," she moaned as she felt his lips press hard against hers, his tongue plunging into her throat while his hands cupped her ass and kneaded the flesh like bread dough. Suddenly, he pulled away.
"Suck my cock, Frieda."
She smiled at him, then fell to her knees obediently. He had one of the most beautiful cocks in the world, she thought, and it was a pleasure to slip that cockhead between her lips. Frieda opened her mouth and Bill thrust his hips forward, forcing the full length of his cock down her throat.
"Mmmm," Frieda moaned, reaching up and clamping her hands around his clenching asscheeks. She felt her clit tingle, and lowered her right hand to her cunt to stroke it as her tongue ran in circles over the cockhead, dipping into the tight slit. Still it grew and lengthened, filling her mouth, throbbing with excitement and heat.
"Faster, faster," he moaned. She raised her hand to his crotch and began to play gently with his heavy, swinging balls, brushing the fine hair that surrounded the base of his cock, her fingers running up the thick, pulsing vein that ran the entire length of his prick. With her left hand still clamped around her right asscheek, Frieda inched it slowly to the crack in his ass, running it slowly up and down, barely brushing the hairs that peeked between his muscular globes.
She wanted that cock up her cunt, she thought as she tongued Bill's purple cockhead.
He was moaning louder as he felt the warm, wet mouth devour his cock. Frieda felt his hands on her head, shoving it further onto his cock, feeling the tip of his prick being rammed against the back of her hungry mouth. Frieda began to finger her stiffening, aching clit again, leaving his balls to slap against her chin. She slowly slid her hand from Bill's ass to his belly. Her fingers searched out the small, sunken navel and dug into it, sending Bill into a frenzy of lust as he arched his back and shoved his stomach closer to Frieda's face.
The fingers titillated Bill's tight flesh as they traced the pulsating veins that appeared on either side of his hips and flowed under the tight flesh of his belly only to disappear under the thick mound of hair above his cock. Frieda took in the scene with her eyes and then closed them, the image of Bill's writhing, sweating body with its white-hot pulsing cock plunging into her mouth being branded into her mind.
He pulled away.
"Hey, honey, not so fast. It's my turn," Frieda said.
"Sit back down and spread 'em!" Bill ordered.
Frieda sat back on the couch and raised her legs high above her head, giving Bill a good target area for his tongue. She watched as he lowered his head into her crotch.
Frieda's self-control went out the window as she bucked, screamed, slammed her ankles together, pinning his head between her thighs as she tossed her head in a fit of unspeakable abandon.
Her mouth shot open as she felt his tongue snake up toward her clit; she shivered as a finger stroked her asshole. She felt Bill's tongue settle on her clitoris for a minute; then she could feel a pair of lips closing around the tiny knob and begin to suck. She felt her crotch explode; she felt torrents of cunt juice seep out of her hole and down her thighs.
"Okay, Frieda, I think I want to fuck you now."
Those words overpowered her as she lay back and pulled him over her. He teased her for a few seconds, jabbing the tip of his drooling prick at her swollen cuntlips, then pulling back, letting his cock jerk wildly as though it were going to shoot its delicious load onto her belly. Frieda moaned and writhed like a bitch in heat. The liquor had done its work with her, but even without the whiskey, Frieda would have been tossing on the couch in frustration. She wanted to be stuffed full now!
"Fuck me, damn you!" she screamed.
"Shhhh!" Bill said warningly, looking down to watch his prick jerk up once more. He moved forward, placing the tip just above the tip of her slit. He slid his cockhead back and forth, just barely. He watched Frieda's belly tremble in response, and could smell more torrents of fresh, hot cunt juice pour out of her hole.
"I said fuck me! I don't give a fuck if the whole Goddamned department can hear me!"
"Frieda!"
"FUCK ME!" Frieda had long lost any sense of restraint. She'd become a raging animal, demanding relief for her tortured cunt.
Bill continued to play with his cock in her cunt hair for several more seconds, then backed off, aiming the pulsating, purple cockhead at her cuntlips. With one push, he slipped his prick between the outer lips and deep into her pussy.
"Unnngh!" she moaned, heaving her thighs high into the air. He was finally in her, his cock sliding in and out, and her cunt walls closing around the thick, long shaft and squeezing, crushing, trying to pump the cum from his balls deep into her womb.
"OH GOD!" Frieda cried again and again as he sucked her tits, bit her shoulder, moved his cock in and out of her cunt. There was the steady rhythm of his cockhead slamming against her twat, his balls slapping her ass as he pumped back and forth. Frieda loved the sounds and feelings.
His breath became heavier, turned to gasps, as Bill became more excited. She shivered happily when she realized that he'd unconsciously started moaning her name over and over agan, almost in rhythm with his thrusts.
She smelled her cunt juice again. It was seldom Ike this...only with Brian. And then she smelled his sweat, the odor of Bill's masculine sweat dripping ooto her hot flesh as she writhed, bucked and sted under his hot, hard body. She forced a hand between his body and hers, felt around until me had gotten hold of his balls, and she felt him jerk back, then groan in ecstasy.
Her cunt was becoming more constricted all the time, but it was from excitement, not fear. She felt her cunt muscles grip his cock so that each strong forward movement of his prick was like a finger entering a clenched fist.
And then she was cumming, reaching her peak almost before she knew what was happening to her. She felt the heat of the sex flush spreading across her stomach and up to her tits, and she grimaced almost painfully as the first powerful contraction occurred between her thighs. It was a double contraction; a twitching of her cunt, a spasming of her ass.She started to cry out in pain and pleasure, but the cry ended as a loud groan. Bill knew what was happening and started slamming his body hard against her upturned ass. She swallowed his cock with her cuntlips even deeper and then she didn't know what was happening to her except that she was squishing and bouncing and gasping and sliding and rolling to the accompaniment of moans and juices. She saw Bill close his eyes and sway from side to side, grunting like a wounded animal, and she felt his jism smash wildly into her wriggling cunt. Frieda began to lose consciousness as the last massive contraction racked her body, and Bill collapsed on top of her.
They didn't know how long they'd been out. But Bill was the first one to wake up when he heard a knocking at the door.
"Bill? Bill? Are you all right in there?" It was one of his colleagues who had driven up with him from Los Angeles to work on the case.
"Marty? Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just taking a statement."
"You've got all you need. Anyway, I'm leaving.
Thoaght you might want to ride down with me."
Bill looked at Frieda, who had just opened her eyes. She looked soft and warm and contented, like a cat who was longing for her mate to come back to the lair.
"I'll take a rain check on that ride. I've got some friends I want to stay with for a while."
"It's your money."
Frieda put her arms around him and began cooing in his ear.
"You're beginning to sound like your stepbrother."
"Very funny. Say, who are these friends?" she asked coyly. Frieda know exactly why Bill wanted to remain there, at least for a while.
"Oh, just some casual acquaintances I met," he said nonchalantly as he started stroking her cunt. Frieda couldn't believe that after their wild fucking scene, he could still want more.
"But you'll be going down to Los Angeles soon?"
"Mm-hm" he said, sliding his finger down to her cuntlips. Frieda felt a glowing sensation begin to rise from the depths of her cunt and spread to her outer lips. Her breathing began to grow labored.
"Well, I-I'd like to see a little more of you," she stammered. Frieda really wanted to be with Bill more, but was a little embarrassed to say so. Besides, his damned stroking was getting her worked up again, and was doing things to him. She saw his cock begin to twitch, and could see the pink cockhead begin to grow rosy.
"Why can't you come on down with me. Have you got anything to keep you here?"
"Well, my mother, but. . . "
"So, she'll be out of the hospital in a few days. She can take care of herself. Besides, you'd be close enough to drive up when you can."
"Bill, are you asking me to marry you?"
He drew back and smiled in surprise.
"No; not yet, anyway. But there's nothing wrong in experimenting a little, is there?"
"No, I guess not." She knew damned well there was nothing wrong. There was nothing she'd like better than to be his mistress. It would be fun. Her mother could even come down for visits and bring Tommy.
"Lay back," Bill whispered, tracing his right forefinger over her taut right nipple.
"Let's eat something first," Frieda suggested, panting heavily and spreading her legs.
"Mmmmm, good idea," he said as she felt him slide down her body until his mouth was level with her crotch. She smiled and closed her eyes as she felt his tongue begin to probe her outer cuntlips.