Chapter 10
At seven o'clock that evening Russ looked out of his window at the Royal Motel and knew he had won his bet, a 1967 Mercury Comet had pulled into the court and Penny Williams got out to register. He watched the luscious curves of her figure closely as she entered the office. Then he looked at her car and across the road, there was no doubt she had come alone.
When his phone rang, he said, "What's your room number?"
"721."
"I'll be over in a minute, Penny."
Penny awaited Russ with a fearful thrilled sort of expectation. She was definitely attracted by Russ' sure manly strength and self-confidence, but she also feared the vague, unknown dangers that she knew were ahead with this man but could not define. Perhaps it was time she stopped being a baby. Perhaps this was the man who would make a real woman out of her. She opened the door to Russ' knock.
Russ looked her over. She was a beauty, all right. Young. Fresh-looking. She wore a slim beige skirt with a sleeveless beige-and-white checked blouse, white shoes, and stockings that were hardly visible on her tanned flesh. Her chest showed her tits proudly, their full ripeness surging against the thin material of her blouse. The girl's lips were full and very red, her eyes a clear warm brown. But right now the eyes were troubled. He would have to do something about that.
He flopped into a chair. "Relax. The battle's half-won now that we've each made up our minds what we want to do."
She sat, though she was obviously unconvinced by what he'd told her. The hem of her skirt had slipped upward, baring her shapely knees, but her legs were primly together and turned to the side.
Russ grinned again. "You look like Miss Muffet in the spider's parlor," he said. "Loosen up. There's nothing to be afraid of."
She swallowed hard and forced herself to look at him levelly. "What are we going to do? You said you knew the man and that we could get money from him. Thousands of dollars. How are we going to do it?"
Russ lifted a hand in restraint. "Just a minute, now. First things first. Before we go any further, I have to be sure about you."
Penny was surprised. "I came here, didn't I?"
"That isn't what I mean. It's still possible that the guy who hired me isn't the murderer. He could be another thick-set man looking for another girl for another reason. Understand?"
Penny studied him. "No. I don't."
"All he told me about the girl he wanted to find." Russ explained, "was that she had a strawberry-shaped birthmark high on the outside of her right leg. If you have that kind of birthmark, then I know you're the girl. And since you're also the witness to the murder and since the murder was committed by a man who answers the description of the one who hired me, that would mean there couldn't be any doubt that we're on the right track."
She looked at him suspiciously and said nothing.
"So what I want you to do," Russ went on, "is to lift that dress of yours and show me your right leg."
"I have the birthmark," she said.
Russ shook his head. "I have to see it."
Penny looked at him haughtily. "Well, I'm certainly not going to raise my skirt for you."
"Why not? You run around in shorts a lot of the time, don't you?"
"That's different."
"Why?"
She was becoming irritated. "It's just different, that's all."
"Now listen, baby," Russ said, "we'd better get things straight right now. I'm running this show. And I have to be dead sure, before we make a move, that we're going in the right direction. So lift your skirt or I'll have to do it myself."
She froze. "You wouldn't dare!"
"The hell I wouldn't! We're playing for a big pay off and there isn't going to be any fooling around."
Penny said, "I shouldn't have come here alone."
"It's just a damned good thing you didn't bring anybody with you."
She stared at him. This man excited her, but he frightened her at the same time.
He stood up. "Are you going to show me your legs, or aren't you?"
"I told you I have the birthmark," she said.
"But I want to see it." He took a step toward her chair.
"No!"
He lunged, running one hand under her stockinged legs just above her knees and slipping the other arm around her back. He began lifting her out of the chair.
At first Penny was too shocked to fight him, but then she began to twist and squirm in his arms and to flail her fists at his chest and head.
"You wildcat!" Russ grated. With that he tossed her on top of the bed.
She rolled onto her side, legs kicking. Her short skirt hiked up. Russ saw the dark bands at the tops of her legs. He saw a tautly-fastened garter. The white lace of her slip was visible below the slanted hem of her slim skirt.
He vaulted onto the bed beside her, coming down on hands and knees. Penny started to rise, but he easily restrained her with an arm as he sat back on his haunches.
Subduing the girl was child's play. But his physical reaction as he held her squirming against the bed was not child-like in the least. He was aware of her perfume, of her sexy warmth. He was aware of the surging ripeness of her tits and the long sleek lengths of her perfectly contoured legs.
The girl was entirely at his mercy and he knew it Now that she had come to the motel and met him secretly, she couldn't very well go to the police. How would it have looked? They were now committed to one another. This realization gave Russ a sharp sense of pleasure.
Penny kicked and squirmed harder and each wriggle of her lovely ass made her clothing more disarrayed. Her blouse was pulling out from the waistband of her skirt, and her skirt and slip had now moved above her stocking-tops, baring tawny flesh which gleamed in exciting contrast to the dark ribbed nylon.
She was on her left side, with Russ hovering over her back, which meant she was in exactly the right position for him to see the birthmark. Continuing to hold her against the bed with his left arm, her frantic wriggling to no avail, he reached for her disarrayed skirt and slip with his right hand.
One of her arms was trapped beneath her body and the other was held down by his arm which slanted across her, so she could not fight him effectively. She did find it possible to send her right hand down her leg, however, and press against his hand when he tried to pull up her skirt and slip. They grappled.
Penny's mind was engulfed in a swirl of fear, anger, and excitement. This man was virile and powerful. The touch of him, the pressure of his hard body did something to her. She was afraid of him. She was very angry with him. And yet, at the same time, she desired him, too.
He had now overcome the pressure of her hand and he was pulling her skirt and slip upward. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
As Russ yanked her clothing high, he watched every inch of tawny flesh that came into view. Only a thin white garter strap traveled upward across her luscious fullness. Higher her skirt and slip came. Higher, until they were almost up to the edge of her panties. She continued to struggle, rolling between the vise formed by his strong restraining arm and the bed.
Then Russ saw it. The birthmark. It was just as the fat man had described it-shaped and slanted, high on her right leg. Russ released the pressure of his arm against her body.
With unexpected suddenness, Penny's right arm flew out of the trap in which he had held it and Russ felt sharp pain along his cheek. The wildcat had raked him with her nails!
Rage blossomed like a great red flower in his brain. The tramp; The wild, crazy tramp! He'd show her she couldn't treat Russ Bates like that!
He pounced at her with renewed vigor, his entire upper body pressing her against the bed and turning her onto her face. He grasped the rumpled edges of her skirt and slip in his right fist again, but this time he didn't try to work them higher. He just yanked straight upward.
The cloth popped, then shredded.
Penny wailed as she realized what he was doing, but he was lying across her back, holding her tightly to the bed, and she couldn't resist.
He tore her skirt and slip all the way to her waist, then twisted so that his side was pressing against her and both of his hands were free. Grasping the torn garments at either side, he flipped them open as one might do with the tissue on a Christmas present.
Lying as he was, right against her back, he got only a glimpse of what he had unwrapped. A glimpse wasn't enough. So he leaped up and over, facing toward the rear.
And then he saw.
Penny's lovely ass was directly beneath his gaze. It was round, buoyantly curved, and softly firm. Sheathing it were a pair of ultra-sheer panties, their leg-elastic traveling across the pouting richness of each buttock. As she kicked her stockinged legs, they shook and quivered.
Russ' face still smarted where Penny scratched him. He rubbed his hands against it and his hand came away red.
"You little whore!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to fight me!"
He swiped his bloodied hand across the torn fabric of her skirt and then raised both hands high above her. He brought the right hand down first right on her asscheeks.
It hit her with a sharp-sounding smack. She cried out. Lust surged for Russ as Penny's ass, so lightly covered, yielded beneath the flat of his hand. They wobbled tautly.
He brought his left hand down. Smack again. Her buttocks danced.
He spanked her and spanked her, with one hand and then the other, and he was no longer in control of himself. Raw, rough-riding hump-desire was in the saddle.
Suddenly he didn't want her panties on. He didn't want anything, even a garment so sheer and brief as her panties, to shield her ass from his hands. So he dug up under the torn folds of her outer clothing and grasped the elastic of the panties. He yanked it downward. He would have to tear them off, he realized.
He gave a mighty tug. The elastic popped and the sheer nylon ripped. He hauled it away.
He left the torn panties at her knees, where they helped to restrain her legs, and then he began to spank her again. Her pouting ass-lusciously white above the tan-line-jumped and trembled as his hard hands slammed directly against it. Now it was reddening. He continued to spank her buttocks until the rage within him had spent itself. But naked lust remained.
Penny had been crying and beating her hands against the bed.
When Russ rolled her over, she glared at him in fearful fury. "You louse!" she cried. "You dirty, louse."
He slapped her face and she gasped. Her eyes became great wide pools and she didn't utter a sound.
"Now maybe we understand one another," he said hoarsely. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you like this."
With that he dug his fingers under the neck of her blouse and tore it all the way to her waist. She released a desperate whining sound, deep in her throat, but she continued to stare at rum. She wasn't fighting now. At the moment, she couldn't move or say a word.
Russ looked at her fully-loaded white brassiere, then hooked two fingers under the elasticized fabric between the cups. He yanked.
"Uuhh!" Penny cried.
The bra cups fell off and away.
Russ stared at the high-mounding, white, pink-nippled tits which were now bare before him. He opened his hands, extending them out to her sides, then brought them to her as if he were getting ready to grasp a single large globe. One luscious firm breast fit the curve of each palm as he pressed them both toward the center. They rose and came together, leaving but a thin line between her two milk-white knockers.
He studied her nipples. They were gloriously pink. They showed every sign of being capable of stark erection, though they were not erect as yet.
Still pressing her tits together, his palms firmly against their outer sides, Russ began to rub his coarse-textured thumbs across them.
Wild thrills went through the girl, starting at the pink nipples which Russ was treating with such delightful roughness and spreading through the entirety of each of her breasts, and from there throughout her body. She was thoroughly alive with hump-desire. Even hating this man as she did, she wanted him to fuck her. The spanking had actually heightened her desire. She was in the grip of a force that was primeval, rooted in the antiquity of time, and she could do nothing but surrender to the waves of sensation which were sweeping through her.
Her nipples grew hard beneath Russ' thumbs. They swelled and fattened and rose like towers which were pinked by the first rays of dawn. When they had become just as large and high as they could possibly get, Russ took each of them between a finger and thumb and rolled them back and forth.
Penny gasped. The sensation in her nipples was driving her crazy.
"You like that, huh?" Russ asked.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Not going to fight me any more, are you?"
"No," Penny said breathlessly.
"You have a boy friend, baby?" he asked as he continued to caress her, letting the remainder of his hands hold the fullness of her bounteous breasts.
"Not any more," she gasped. "We broke up ... yesterday."
"What was the matter? Couldn't he send you like this?"
She ignored his question. "Oh, that feels so wonderful!" she breathed. "Why don't you kiss them?"
"I asked you something. Wasn't your boy friend any good?"
"I don't want to talk about... oh, Russ!"
He released her nipples so that he could look at them standing free, while he maintained a basket-hold around her billowing breasts. He began to lower his head.
'That's right!" Penny said. "Yes, here!" She brought her own hand to her right breast and pinched its tip, forcing the nipple very high.
Russ held his face still and studied the nipple carefully. He always liked to do that first. That made things better somehow. Then he swooped downward and started to suck her swollen pink nipple.
Penny pressed her head back against the bed and forced her eyes closed. Heaven! Oh, he could frig her like this forever!
What a kiss he had! He was wild, and the edges of his teeth on her sensitive nipples were driving her mad. "I like that!" she gasped.
He made a sound deep in his throat but didn't stop working on her tits. That was too good. Like some rare subtle spice.
"Mmmm ..." she sighed pleasurably, "I never felt so good."
Russ raised slightly so that his lips brushed across her nipple as he spoke: "What never felt so good, baby? Tell me."
"Nnn ..." She was completely giddy, all inhibitions falling away. She giggled. "My titties!" She giggled again. It was almost as if she were drunk.
"You can talk plainer than that," Russ murmured, squeezing her breasts and moving at the same time so that the nipples traveled along the edges of his lips.
"Yes," she admitted. And then she did talk plainer.
As she talked, Russ went to work on her knockers with fresh zeal.
Finally Penny told him, "I can't wait any longer. Finish me."
"You can talk plainer than that, too," Russ said.
"You're awful," she breathed, but she looked up at him adoringly, her face flushed, her eyes shining.
"Tell me," he urged as his hands traveled across her torn and rumpled clothes.
"Please fuck me! Oh, fuck me now, Russ!"
It was funny, Russ thought as he worked to free her legs from her ripped panties. Even the nicest girls knew most of the words, and they didn't object to using them when the time was right. All they required was a little coaxing. They seemed to get a kick out of that. In most cases it actually helped to get their pussies ready. .; After throwing her panties aside, he took but a moment to open his trousers and shuck them down. Then he freed himself from his shorts.
He moved to her.
Penny's ass hurt her, but it was a hurt which added to her need for fucking. She was, all over, in a state of sweet torture especially in her cunt... She'd never before been as horny as this with a man. She'd never been lifted to such a height of passionate desire for a prick in her hot vagina.
She gasped, "Oohhhh ..." She breathed, tightening her arms around him.
Her cunt was invitingly ready. There was no need to be gentle, not that Russ would have been gentle anyway.
He thrust his enormous pricker between her cuntlips, and shoved up her vagina until his cock was buried up to his balls.
A cry burst from Penny's lips. She'd never had such a big prick in her before. As he fucked away she felt his huge dong would split her in two.
They began to fuck in unison.
That lasted a very long time and, before his cock slowed down, Penny reached a height of hump-delirium greater than she'd ever known. She gasped and exhorted him in all the obscene words she had never spoken aloud before that night.
And all the while Russ kept fucking her cunt faster. As if he was never going to stop.
When the finish arrived, it was with the bursting force of an explosion. She felt his cock shudder and then spurt jet after jet of thick white sperm up her cunt as he "came". For moments she wavered at the threshold of unconsciousness, dimly aware that she was crying aloud as her cunt, too, writhed in a cunt-juice flooded orgasm.
And then she fell back, quiet.
Moments later he pulled out his limp, slippery dick and moved away.
"Oh, God..." She breathed.
"You and I are really right for each other," Russ said. "In all ways." "Yes."
"I'm sorry about your clothes," he said softly. "And about the spanking."
She patted his cheek and kissed him.
They tried screwing again a little later, this time both of them in the nude.
When they had caught their breaths after the second fuck and lay side-by-side completely spent and sated Penny remarked, "I thought you wanted me to come here so that we could talk."
"I did, believe it or not."
"Now it's late and I'll have to be getting back." Suddenly she sat up. "But I don't have any clothes. What am I going to do?"
"Don't worry about it. You're not going back."
"But, Russ, I can't just... " "Do you live alone?" he interrupted.
"No. I live with my mother."
"You can phone her," Russ said. "Does she know you're the one who witnessed the murder?"
Penny shook her head, pushing loose hair away from her fact. "I didn't tell her. She's not well and I thought it would upset her too much."
"She's bound to find out now, but it's better if you don't talk to her about it. Make up some kind of story, but don't tell her where you're going."
"Russ, I can't do that! She'll worry. I'm the only one she has in the world."
"It can't be helped," he said. "From now on, it's just you and me. If she needs money, I can give you some to send her. You can't go back there."
"I'd made up my mind to leave town, but I wanted at least to tell her good-bye."
"It's better to do it over the phone. Tell her you'll keep in touch with her by mail."
"Oh, Russ..."
He held her in his arms. "It can't be helped baby. This is the way it's got to be. As soon as we get our hands on that chunk of money we're aiming for, neither one of us will have any worries."
"But..."
He put his finger against her lips. "I'm the boss now, don't forget. No more arguments."
Penny was silent for a few moments. Then she said, "How much money are we going to get, Russ?"
"A lot. Unless I miss my guess, we can hit that fat boy for fifty thousand."
"That's half for you and half for me. Unless, that is, we decided to spend the whole pile together."
She lay back on the bed. "I still can't believe this is happening."
It may have been the position of Penny's full thighs as they undulated against the white bed sheet, but Russ was compelled to kiss her tits again. When his lips had ripened her nipples fully, he began to kiss the satiny skin of her rounded belly. Penny's hips and ass began to writhe pleasurably as Russ' lips left their warmth on her waist. Then Russ' strong hands suddenly clasped the quivering mounds of her buttocks and Penny's legs began a wild thrashing as his questing mouth went straight to her cuntlips. His tongue parted them and started to lick her clitoris. Penny clutched his curly hair, she had never in her life experienced pleasure so extreme. As his tongue flicked and lips nibbled her erect clitty gently, she screamed in joy and was completely convulsed by a sweet sharp ecstasy she never knew existed. Her ass twitched and writhed as she "came" and her cunt-juices flood her vagina. Russ drank down her oozing pussy-juice, still mixed with some of his own sperm ...