Chapter 20
Greech squatted down and peered closely at the sandy loam of the turnoff road. "Look here, man! Women's tracks, and two sizes. They turned in here."
"Keep that flashlight covered," Scarpo said. "We don't know how far the house is."
Straightening up, Geech spread his hand over the lens and moved it around, using only a small portion of the spot. "Road runs out up there, just a dead end with a path."
"Too damned dark," Scarpo said. "Must be a lot more of them fuckin' snakes around at night. We better go back and spend the night in the car."
"Or in town," Geech said. "I'm hungry."
Hesitating, Scarpo said, "I don't know. We're pretty close to 'em now, and if we hang around town, the hick law might want to talk to us. People shouldn't remember our faces, Geech. We last the night out in the car, then move in early, when we can look for snakes."
"Hey," Geech said. "There's a car up in the trees there. No-a jeep. Scarpo-it's a jeep!"
They went to it and moved the light over it. Scarpo said, "It's a hillbilly squad car. Look at that two-way radio. Over here-yeah, like I thought, sheriff's department, it says. Son of a bitch."
Geech climbed into the front seat of the open vehicle and opened the dash, turned and rummaged in the back seat. "Chow call, man. Canteen of water and emergency rations. Climb in."
"What the hell is a cop's jeep doin' parked away the hell out in the woods ? "
Geech popped open a can. "Who knows? Hey, man-jerky and hardtack, like in the cowboy movies."
Scarpo went around and got into the jeep. He flicked on the radio and heard only the buzz of static. "Now we got to stay right here and see what about the cop. If he don't show by morning, then we fuck up his motor and bust the radio, let air outa' the tires. Then we go on up that path and find them goddamned women."
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
When Arley pushed the jar of corn at her, Heather took it gladly. She swallowed a big drink, sputtered, swallowed another one. She'd need all her strength and energy for this next degradation that Arley had planned, but she wanted to be numb when it began.
"Whole lot better thisaway," Arley said, taking back the jar. "Never watched a woman fuck somebody afore, all I ever seen was some of the boys corn-holin' each other. Don't give a shit if it is ol' Grady lyin' there with his pecker up, neither. Thing is, I get to see sis take that studhorse cock up her tight HP pussy."
Heather reached for the whiskey, tapped it and said, "I wish . . . "
Arley cut in with, "You wish you had all that big meat for yourself, don't you, bitch? Well, you can't have it no more, not less'n I decide. And if sis there gives it a better screw, then you just up shit creek."
Heather blinked watery eyes at her sister stripped to the buff again, at Grady lying helpless where Honey had peeled off his pants and opened his shirt all the way. Arley had placed the lamp strategically, and she could see every movement, but she didn't watch as avidly as he did.
He said to Honey, "Get with it, girl. See can you give this stud a better fuck than your sister."
Moving slowly, Honey climbed over Grady's still body. Only his penis was erect, that huge, club-like thing so long and so thick and risen from the forest of his black, curly pubic hair. Heather knew something of what her sister felt, knew the fright and compulsion of staring down at that tremendous organ, fearful of its size and yet needful to try it.
Was she jealous that her own sister was going to take into her vagina something that Heather was already beginning to classify as her own? Yes, in part, and no, in part. Heather's mind had been a jumble since she had been forced to give oral gratification to Honey, and since her sister had returned the favor. So different-not disgusting at all, even beautiful; now she couldn't look on Honey as a child, or as some kind of disturbed wanton, either.
So neither could Heather blame her even obliquely for what she was about to do with Grady Cordell; in fact, Heather felt a surge of warmth for them both-for the naked, lovely girl and the eye-bandaged, handsome man. She wanted to call out something to them-a toast, a benediction, perhaps.
"Guide it to your pussy, sis," Arley said. "Blind man can't see, only feel."
His own hands drew Heather close, took the whiskey jar away from her, pushed her over into position upon her hands and knees. "While we're watchin' them, might's well get at our own fuckin'. "
She waited, focusing her attention upon Honey and the other man, feeling the liquor numbness moving over her own naked skin, trying to forget Arley as he sat rubbing an oily liquid over the head of his distended penis.
Her sister straddled Grady, one hand feeling down to touch delicately along the expanded knob, the hard and throbbing staff. Honey moved as if she were mesmerized, and the nipples on her tits stuck out like elongated raisins; the light picked up the gleaming of her lavish pubic hair, the sleekness of her shapely thighs.
Grady's monster glans rose to nudge her mound, and Honey gave a tremulous sigh as she used her hand to steer it to the slitted entrance-way. Heather stared in fascination as her sister settled her crotch upon that flanged bulb and began to let down her weight, so that it would be forced into the tightness of her little-used pussy, where only Arley had been before.
"Right pretty sight," Arley said from behind Heather. "Sis purely enjoys her fuckin', since I learned her how."
He fondled the up-tilted cheeks of Heather's ass, and she shivered in response, more from fear than passion, although the sight of Grady's prick sliding up into Honey's stretched cunt was beginning to excite her.
Grady's thick meat vanished inch by round, fat inch into her sister's pussy lips, and when Honey was at last seated upon the man's pelvis, Heather saw the look of bliss that spread over the girl's face as she took all that lovely cock and realized its enchantment.
Heather winced when Arley poked a finger at the ring of her anus, but remained posed upon hands and knees when he started to grease her there, pushing some of the slippery stuff inside. Relax, she reminded herself; if she was loose and non-resistant, she wouldn't be hurt-or hurt any more than usual-whatever was usual, being screwed in back, in the ass. After this, there was no other step down, she thought, and quivered when the warm, oily end of Arley's rod prodded at her hole.
Look at Honey, she thought; stare at Gradysee them make love, for there is so much gentleness in that big cock, so much tenderness coiled lovingly down within his testicles, waiting to be fountained forth in love. And Honey was feeling it, fucking it, gyrating the trim and fragile-looking cheeks of her girlish ass upon that huge prick, making the head of it move around inside her sizzling cunt.
Arley had both hands braced on Heather's hips, his thumbs hooked back to stretch the cheeks of her ass apart. She felt the point of his cock shoving, pushing, thrusting-and the tightly puckered hole of her anus resisted, so she pushed back with her inner belly muscles, trying to open for it so she wouldn't be hurt.
There was pain as the head worked its buttery path into her ass, but she denied it by watching her sister slide up and down on that other prick, that great and adorable prick.
Arley's thing crowded into her channel, and she heard the sound of his animal panting. He pushed again, forcing the length of it into the narrow sleeve of her rectum, and Heather bit her lips at the quick edge of agony. Watch Honey and Grady, she thought; he's not hurting Honey, he's only loving her, pumping his cock wet and shiny in and out of her sweet young pussy as she lifts her ass and drops it, wiggles it and hunches it. Oh, how lucky they are, how beautiful they are.
"Got it to the root," Arley rasped. "Yeah, city bitch-I got my pecker shoved clear to the balls inside your asshole. How you like this, widder woman? How you like ol' Arley to corn-hole you thisaway?"
"F-fine," she moaned, trying not to let the sob break free. Then his hands slid around her body, one to maul a dangling tit, the other to fumble into her hairy crotch.
Arley pulled back, and she thought he was going to tear out her anus, but he pushed forward before anything ripped, and Heather grunted as his prick reached up into her bowels again. His fingers played into her strangely wet labia, and he squeezed her tit.
Across from them, Honey said down to the man between her legs, "Oh wow, man! It's like riding a barber pole-ooh, baby-ooh, darling-every time I grind it, my clit nearly explodes. Oh, don't come yet, Grady-please hold it back so I can just fuck and fuck."
Heather quaked as Arley's fingers moved into the lips of her cunt, as he rubbed her own clitoris and stroked his cock in and out of her ass. The feeling built crazily within her, and she made wild, moaning noises, bestial sounds, rocking her ass back upon the driving prick to get the full effect of it.
Mouth sucking for air, tits flopping, Heather humped her ass and shook it, ground her pelvis and felt his fingers inside her vagina, felt them stimulating her center of excitement. His pole worked in her tight crevice, and before she had another moment to wonder how she could possibly reach an orgasm in such a way, she had.
Jittering upon his slippery finger, vibrating upon his cock, Heather knew the bursting of sensation from two directions, and the implosion was a searing one, an earthquake of flesh and membrane that made her head jerk up and down.
"C-comin'! " Arley grunted. "Y-yeah-comin' up your ass, woman! puttin' it to you-shootin' it off away up inside your tight asshole-uhhh! Uhh!"
The discharge gushed into the throbbing tube of her anus, streamed hotly, heavily from the bulge of his flexing prick to soak the cavity he had filed to capacity. His balls sapped against her thighs, and Heather came very near to collapsing upon the boards of the porch as her elbows and knees weakened.
Eyelids fluttering, she swayed from side to side until Arley extracted his drippy penis from her hole with a loud plop. Then she let herself down and curled into a fetal ball, eyes closed and her heart hammering like the hooves of a runaway horse. She lay like that for an eternity, before she at last remembered that others had been screwing, too, before she thought of Honey and Grady.
Opening her eyes again, she saw them clenched closely, and realized that her sister's vagina had been flooded by Grady's semen. It all would have been something special, if Arley Santee hadn't laughed.
Whinnying, he slapped his naked knee and hooted at them all. "Boy howdy-if you all ain't a mess! Women a-playin' like your asses made of cake and you scared to crack the icin', but turn you loose on a couple of stiff pricks, and go flat out'n your heads. I reckon ol' Artis is goin' to be mighty proud to have cunts like this all primed for him, time he gets home."
Arley drank deeply of the corn, slopping some of it over his chin and down onto his chest. Heather sat up, suddenly ashamed, sad that he had dirtied the moment for them, especially for Honey and Grady. She got to one knee and saw her sister lifting slowly, rising carefully, off Grady's still hard and erect penis. As it became fully exposed, the length of it glistened with the juices left upon it, the blended stuff of her inner lubrication and his ejaculation.
Subdued, Honey found her shorts and slipped into them, then moved out of the circle of light toward the outhouse.
The jar rattled against Arley's teeth, and he coughed. "Too bad you ain't goin' to be around after tomorrow, Grady. Guess you best figure that to be your last piece of ass-less'n you can coax Heather here into givin' you some more. Artis is due back by mornin', and he ain't one to dally. If the sheriff don't catch him, then I don't need you no more-and if the sheriff does catch him, then I work up a trade. But you and me both know that you ain't goin' to leave here alive, swap or no swap. Hell, boy, you ought to thank me for makin' your last night on earth a good W
"Yeah," Grady said, "thanks."
"You welcome," Arley laughed. "You purely welcome."
He drew on overalls but no shirt, and stood wobbling with his gun in one hand, the whiskey jar in the other. "Hey, sis! Carry us some quilts out here and we'll make a pallet in the yard. Do I wake up with a hard-on, I aim to work it off in your hot HI' pussy."
Honey came out of the dark, still quiet, and went into the house for quilts and pillows. She brought them out and made a bed of sorts on the ground beneath the chinaberry tree, ignoring the big hound that stalked beside her.
On the bottom step, Arley turned. "Go on and fuck him, widder, if you're woman enough after that corn-holin' you got from me. Ain't nothin' left cherry to her, Grady, less'n it's her ears."
He laughed out into the yard and patted Honey on the ass. "Take you a good drink of this here bust skull, sis, and the skeeters won't bother you atall." To Heather and Grady he called out, "Last night; better make it a belly whopper."
After he had settled down on the pallet with Honey, and she had listened for any more noise, Heather whispered to Grady, "When I'm sure he's asleep, I'll go search the shack for your pistol. It's in there somewhere, I'm certain of it."
"The corn has him in a pretty good mood," Grady said softly. "Maybe you could change my bandages and wash my face."
"Of course. Oh, Grady, I'm sorry we didn't get to it before," and she went to dip water into the pan, to bring the rest of the torn flour sacks and a jar lid filled with whiskey.
Glancing often at the place where Arley, her sister, and the dog lay in the shadows, Heather worked the strips of stained linen from Grady's face, wincing as the freshly dried blood stuck and had to be soaked away with water.
When they were lifted off, she looked anxiously at the ugly wound across the bridge of his nose, but it seemed none the worse for Arley's rough treatment earlier in the day. Carefully, delicately, Heather bathed the gash with whiskey, peering closely in the light from the flickering lamp.
Grady blinked, closed his eyes and opened them wide once more. She saw the lamplight reflected in his black eyes, and-something else. She saw recognition.
Grady Cordell could see!
She pressed the back of one hand fiercely against her teeth to keep from screaming the wonderful news. Her skin prickled, and she suddenly realized that she was stark naked, that the tips of her breasts were only inches from this man's face, and that he could see them now. Heather shrank upon herself, covering her breasts, feeling at once wildly delighted and also embarrassed.
When he was blind, she had screwed him and accepted the adulation of his mouth upon her vagina, but now that he could see her, she was very unsure of herself. Grady might not even like her now.
Whispering softly as a drifted leaf, he said, "Take it easy, Heather. I've been thinkin' I could see ever since Arley slammed my head against this post. There was sort of a click, and I guess the nerves got straight again, or out of shock, or somethin'. "
"Oh-oh I'm so glad; so very, very glad!"
Shifting his weight, he inched up on his shoulders and changed positions of his hands; the handcuffs clinked faintly against the porch post. "I'm a long way from bein' loose. I've been workin' at this post, and it feels like it's gettin' wobbly; guess it's about half rotten, like everything else on this place. You're a beautiful woman, Heather, you look every bit as good as you feel."
Blood rushed to her face, even though she told herself it was ridiculous. She had already done it with this man; already, they had known an intimacy that few people are lucky enough to attain, and there was no reason to react so childishly to him now.
"He-Arley keeps the key to those handcuffs in his overalls pocket. We can't get to that, but if I find your gun . . . "
"It will be something," he said. "Meanwhile, I'll keep tuggin' at this post. If Artis Santee shows up in the mornin', they won't waste any more time on me. Maybe you'd better turn down the lamp, in case he sits up and looks this way. And, Heather.. . "
"Yes?"
"About your sister. I can't deny I enjoyed makin' it with her, but it was like you and Arley in a way. I couldn't pick which one of you I wanted."
She said, "I understand. And the funny thing is, I didn't mind. At first I thought I was jealous, but then I just wanted the two of you to be as happy as you could. Is that kind of crazy?"
"A good kind of crazy, I guess. Be careful, Heather. Don't wake him up and let him catch you lookin' for that pistol."
She drifted into the dark house, finding her way by feel, as if she were as blind as Grady had been. Had been, she thought, and the change of tense was sweet. Under the matress, behind the bed-nothing; all through the kitchen and its pots, the pans, and the jars of vegetables-nothing. No gun to be found, and she was getting desperate, thinking of the dawn to come, or another man like Arley.
A sugar can, a flour bin, behind the water bucket-no pistol. And once she put her hand upon a many-legged thing that scuttled away, but not before it had almost stopped the beating of her heart. At the shabby dresser, she went through it drawer by drawer, feeling among rumpled clothing and tattered socks. The mantelpiece, and the fireplace-even sifting through the ashes left over from last winter-no pistol.
It was only by accident that she came upon it. Stumbling over an old pair of rubber boots sagged against the wall, she felt for them to set them straight again, and touched the cool steel of the handgun. Her fingers played over it, barrel and cylinder and stock, for she couldn't believe she had actually found it. Then she held tightly to its butt and put it behind her still naked body to bring the pistol out onto the porch.
Finding her dress in a puddle by the porch rail, she watched the space below the chinaberry tree, and saw only shadows without movement, so she chanced slipping the dress over her head, so she could hide the gun in its folds.
Squatting by Grady, she put her lips to his ear and whispered, "I've got it."
He smiled at her. "That give a fightin' chance."