Chapter 17
He was drunk and he was meaner than Heather had seen him before. His pale green eyes turned red, and his mouth was slack, the stubble on his chin and cheeks standing out prominently in the early evening light. Arley Santee was drunk, but he wasn't careless, he held the gun muzzle on Grady and had Heather open one cuff, then hook him around the post again.
He said, "All right, city woman-widder woman. Reckon you and him slipped around and fucked, so you're goin' to make it up to me."
Grady said, "Don't hurt the woman, Arley."
Reptile quick, Arley struck him along the cheek. Grady's head slammed into the post and Heather cried out in fear for him.
"No!" she yelled. "He's hurt, and you-the blood's starting again, staining the bandages!"
"Ain't that a fuckin' shame," Arley said, and backhanded Heather. She staggered back and caught the porch rail. On the ground below, the hound threatened her with a low growl.
"Get your asses out'n your clothes," Arley commanded. "Both you bitches get naked, quick as you can."
Head reeling, Heather pulled her dress over her head, and as she hung it over the rail, saw that Arley was stepping out of his overalls. His penis was erect, poking out and up as if the violence he'd indulged in had stimulated it, and suddenly Heather realized that Arley somehow equated sex with hurt, or with mastery.
It wasn't like that, she thought numbly, staring at the fresh stain marking Grady's bandages. With Grady it was tender and loving, and neither of them had dominated the other. They had shared their bodies, not submitted them, and certainly not used them as weapons with which to attack, to destroy.
"Can't tell which looks the best," Arley said, fondling his rod and grinning wetly at them-at Heather and Honey, "The widder's got the biggest tits, and I can't fault a pussy with red hair on it. But sis is so young and tender, and her little cunt's always ready to take meat in it. So I guess I'll just set here and play with my pecker 'til I decide which to fuck."
Heather gave a little sigh of deliverance, and wanted so much to go to Grady, to see how badly he had been hurt. He hadn't even groaned, and she could see his big chest rising and falling evenly, so she knew he wasn't dead. That had been cruel of Arley to hit him, when Grady's hands were tied like that, and if she ever got the chance to pay him back . . . .
"Reckon you better lie down on the quilt with your legs spraddled, sis," Arley said, and Heather saw a faint smile of derision play over Honey's lips as she'd been chosen.
But she didn't envy Honey; she pitied her. Honey hadn't known the huge and gentle penis of Grady Cordell, and probably never would. For that, Heather pitied her sister.
"Look at that fine pussy," Arley said. "All that shiny brown hair and them tight pink lips that flat eat a man's cock up. Too bad you can't see it, Grady. That ass is somethin' to watch, account of sis wiggles it so good. Not much bigger'n a minute, she ain't, and it's kind of like fuckin' a child, but that makes it good, too. You ever wanted to screw one of them HP tight-assed kids you see goin' off to school every day, Grady?"
Grady didn't answer, but Heather noticed that his lips tightened. Arley said, "Widder woman, you get on down there on your knees and take you a good, close look at sis's pussy."
Heather said, "I-what do you mean?"
"I mean if you don't move your ass quick, you goin' to get it kicked up between your shoulders! Get down there," I said.
Trembling, Heather stepped over to where her sister was lying and dropped to her knees. Blushing, she forced herself to stare down between Honey's legs at the luxuriant growth of rich pubic hair nestling so lavishly between the slim, young thighs. It was the first time she had ever had a close-up of the female sex organ, and the sight was revealing, if not just a little shocking.
The labia peeked from its heavy nest of hair, pink and puffy, and down at the far end of the half-concealed slit, there was the little dark ring of the anus. Honey's thighs were shapely, and her buttocks nicely rounded, Heather saw, her kid sister's breasts were not large, but wonderfully molded, and the nipples were hard.
"Like that pussy?" Arley asked, and she could feel his drunken breath fanning against her naked shoulder blades. "Lean on over, woman, get closer to it-a heap closer."
Obediently, wondering what it was all about, Heather leaned over and put her hand upon the wooden flooring between Honey's fragile ankles. The girl's crotch loomed larger, and Heather could make out the faint dampness that was beginning to glisten along her sister's swollen labia. Why, she thought, the girl was almost squirming in passion, as if she simply couldn't wait for the thing Arley was going to give her.
His hand pressed against her neck. "Closer, city woman, get closer'n that."
Heather struggled against the pressure of his hand, but Arley clamped his lean fingers into her neck and shoved her head lower, pushed it down, down until she was practically touching her sister's mound!
"No-no!" Heather groaned. "You-you can't mean-not that-not me and my sister-oh, no!"
"Oh, yeah," Arley grunted, and gave her neck the final shove. "Stick your face right on down into that fine cunt, widder. Do it good, 'cause I catch you raisin' your fuckin' head afore sis there gets her nuts off, I'm goin' to whip your ass with this gun barrel. Then I'm goin' to make you eat that pussy anyhow, so you might's well do it good the first time."
Eyes closed tightly, holding her breath, Heather turned her face so that only her cheek lay against the moist curls of Honey's mound, and her lips moved across the inside of the girl's silken thigh. Heather was stunned so that she could barely think; she was so shocked, so disbelieving that she could not imagine that she was actually in such a position, that she was really nuzzling into her baby sister's crotch.
She had only heard the barest evil whispers of such a thing, of two perverted women making a twisted kind of sex with each other, but she hadn't really listened to the wild stories, brushing them aside with the logic that they couldn't ever possibly concern her. Now they did, and in the worst possible manner.
There was no bad odor; somehow, she had always believed there would be a nauseous odor, but all she could discern was a faint musk, a spice that wasn't at all distressing. Grady must smell something like that, when he moved his mouth close to her own cleft.
Maybe Honey would help her fake this awful thing, Heather thought. Surely the girl wouldn't actually participate in this monstrous affair, even if she'd gotten out of hand lately. It was one thing for Grady to use his mouth on Heather's organ, but a different thing altogether for Heather to do it to another woman, and to her own kid sister, at that. Somehow, it smacked of incest, besides being homosexual.
Something whipped across her up-ended buttocks, and Heather gasped in outrage, in pain.
Arley said, "Get on with it. Put your mouth onto them pink pussy lips, and then shove your tongue right on inside. I've heard tell how city women do it french to each other, but I sure never thought I'd see me the day when I could set and watch. Wish you could see it with me, Grady, I swear. That redheaded woman's got her face stickin' in there atwixt her sis's legs, and she's just about to start eatin' pussy."
Mind spinning, Heather put her hands on Honeys' thighs. They felt very soft, all sleek and polished. Must fake it somehow, she thought, Honey will help to pretend. She lowered her mouth and brushed her lips across the girl's palpitating mound, just touching the hair.
Honey's hands came drifting down and nestled upon Heather's head, and the girl said softly, "Ah, yes, darling, oh, that's sweet."
She's going to do it, Heather thought wildly, Honey's taking up the act just as if she knew my exact plans. And Heather dipped her face a little more, moved it slowly up and down upon the far fringes of the pubic hair so abundant and sultry.
"Kiss it," Honey purred, and her hands urged Heather's mouth deeper into the plush forest, so that Heather's lips came in contact with those other lips-softer and longer and quivering.
For just a fraction of a moment, she hesitated, her mind whirling. The musk rose attractively, and the flavor was light, salty-sweet. Honey pushed her hands down and her crotch up, and suddenly Heather's mouth was crushed into the girl's mound.
Her teeth scraped the labia, and they parted damply for the intrusion. Heather clung desperately to her sister's thighs, but the heaving of Honey's belly was too powerful for her, and the lifting, the twisting of the vulva rubbed over her chin, her lips, her nose.
The whimper that broke from Heather's lips was muffled by her sister's pussy. Her tongue somehow slid into the wetly caressing labia, and before she knew it, Heather was lapping, dipping, into the satin-lined hole, pushing her mouth hungrily into the torrid slot, gone completely out of her conscious mind and reacting only by instinct. And her primitive instinct was to devour this delicious meat spreading itself so invitingly for her ministration.
"Ooh!" Honey moaned, from somewhere above her. "Oooh, Heather, that's wonderful! Oh, my sister, lick it deep, feel around in my pussy with that hot tongue-yes, darling, you're doing fine. Now find my clit-ahh! Suck me, darling, suck me!"
There was hotness and a wet lunging, a soft encompassing and a hairy caress upon each cheek. Nose deeply into her younger sister's lower groin, Heather chewed tenderly but avidly into the cunt below, probing with her tongue, worrying the lips with her teeth.
"Eat my pussy, baby! Oh yes, Heather-eat my cunt!"
And Heather obliged, burrowed farther into the perfumed and sugary vagina, tickling as far back as she could reach. She slid her tongue, her slippery teeth, up, up, searching for the rubbery nub of her sister's clitoris. When she found it, Honey arched her back and clawed in a frenzy into Heather's long hair. The girl's hips rolled and her belly trembled, and now the sweat slid oily down along Heather's cheeks, and the other fragrant juices lathered her tongue, her questing lips.
Digging her own fingers into Honey's ass cheeks, Heather lifted the succulent cunt to her mouth, sucked and sucked upon the clit until she had it distended so that she could lock it between her teeth and hold it there as a pulsating captive.
"You're killing me!" Honey screamed. "Oh darling, kill me like that! Eat me alive, swallow me down-oh, Heather-Heather-I loveyou, love you! Eat me up-I-I'm coming coming coming!"
With a surge of her thighs and a driving blow of her pelvis, Honey shuddered her pussy against her sister's teeth, and Heather forced her mouth as deeply into that lovely hot cunt as she could possibly get it, gulping and sucking all the way.
Honey writhed and humped, and it was as if she were fucking Heather's face, as if she were using it the way she would screw a man's prick. And as her convulsive swiveling slowed bit by bit, the girl moaned softly in the rapturous agony of her completion.
"Ain't that somethin'? " Arley crowed. "Now ain't that purely somethin' ? I mean, watchin' two pretty girls do that-one of 'em lappin' into her sister's pussy and makin' her come. Your gal friend done the eatin', Grady. Maybe you ain't all that anxious to be kissin' her now."
"You go to hell," Grady said strongly, and Heather's heart leaped within her hot, sweaty body, for fear that Arley would hit him again.
Lifting her face swiftly from between her sister's trembling thighs, she said, "Arley-can we do it together, kind of?"
His head turned to her, and he said over his shoulder to the handcuffed man, "I'll bust your head later. Right now, I got me some business with this here bitch woman."
And to Heather he said, "I figure you and him screwed, but knowin' how delicate you act about things, I don't figure you sucked him off yet. So I'm goin' to fix you up right good, widder woman. I'm goin' to let you suck me off, but just to show there ain't no hard feelings, sis there can eat your pussy at the same time."
Wide-eyed, Heather kneeled there on the porch and stared at her tormentor. "Oh, no-oh, please, Arley, don't do this to me, I beg you."
"Shit," he grunted, and used one hand to wave the club of his penis at her. "Beg all you want to, but it ain't about to do you a speck of good. You eat pussy and you'll eat prick. But sis's tongue up your gash ought to make it good for you, make you suck me fine as she done the other time."
"No!" Heather said, up on one knee and turned to face him. "D-damn it, I won't do this dirty thing. I won't!"
Arley said, "shit," again, and poked the muzzle of his rifle hard into her belly. Heather clasped both hands over the agony and fought for breath, swaying and sickened. Black spots buzzed behind her eyes and ricocheted inside her head.
"Come on, Heather," Honey said, tugging at her arm. "Oh, please, Heather, don't try to fight him, don't make him any madder than he is right now. Let's do as he wants; and, look, going down on him isn't bad. I've done it, and it's not bad. I-I'll keep you so stirred up, you won't even realize what's going on at the other end."
Arley laughed, the sound like a rusty file across a nail. "Hell she won't. I'm goin' to stuff my pecker down her throat like it was a big ol' sausage, and she can't hardly ignore a thing like that, now can she, sis?"
Honey clung to Heather's arm, squeezing the muscle hard, bringing her out of her daze. Honey asked, "How-how do you want us to do it?"
"I figure you can lie down on your back and kind of slide your face in there atwixt the widder's legs while she kneels there just like she is. She can sit right down on your mouth so you can stick your tongue up it, and I'll just take her by the head and ram my cock into her mouth. Everybody can just do what comes natural, until they come."
Shuddering in disgust, Heather rocked on one knee, with the other leg bent and braced. Arley dragged up a hide-bottomed chair and sat down in it, his knees spread wide. He reached out and took her by the head, drew her down to where his ugly penis throbbed with its drop of pre-seminal fluid. She closed her eyes.