Chapter 13
Heather said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do anything as long as he's got my baby sister with him. I mean-I realize that we're all in danger, but I just can't gamble with Honey's life."
Grady nodded, the bandages white against the deeply tanned skin of his square-jawed face. "You can get that ol' Arley figured on that, too. Just like he counted on me bein' blind and on that hound dog watchin' over us. Didn't leave anything hang loose; knows a man could sink in half a dozen mud holes and quicksand pits between here and the country road, did he take a wrong turn off the track. And the only way you could bust me loose of these handcuffs would be to saw off the post."
She came closer to him. "I'll take off your bandages, and bathe your wound again. There's not much in the way of medicine in the house, but I found a box of aspirins and I'll do the best I can with whiskey and some fresh rags."
When she had the wrappings off, he winced at the light and she said, "That's a good sign. Can you see anything but the light?"
He shook his head slowly. "Just bright and dark. Reckon I'm blind for good?"
"I only had some first aid courses," Heather said, her hands gentle upon his face, sponging lightly at the crusted cut, hoping that she wasn't hurting him. "But there were some things about shock-it could be that your sight will come back just as before. I hope so. Oh, I really hope so."
"How'd you and your sister get trapped by
Arley?" he asked, and she told him about the storekeeper in town who'd given her a lift to a crossroads, and told her of a little house that might be for rent. She described the man who'd stopped his truck and said he'd take them almost to the place, which turned out to be here.
"From then on," Heather said, bathing his wound and his face first with water, "it was hell. He-he raped us both, and neither of us could run because of that-that damned dog. And because he always had it fixed so no more than one of us could possibly get away. I-I'm very sorry you had to be subjected to that scene last night. I'm not-well, things have been so changed for us here, and I've been so scared that I don't react the way I normally would. I don't mean to come right out and say those terrible things, and I never said them out loud before-never."
Softly, Grady said, "I guess maybe I know how you feel. People can't always help how they feel."
"I don't care for him," Heather said sharply. "In fact, I hate the man and everything about him. But-when he makes me d-do it with him, I go kind of crazy. My husband was never-I mean, we didn't really make it together, and I didn't know what it was like. I-oh, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this intimate stuff, but I have to talk with somebody, and my sister has gone kind of wild with the newness of sex."
He nodded. "Helps to talk things out, sets 'em where you can see 'em clear. And don't you worry about last evenin', Heather. Flesh and blood is just that, and I got to admit that Arley was sure turnin' his knife in me when he mounted you and you held my hand."
Heather felt the blood rise in her face. She was talking about sex to a perfect stranger, and she hadn't even had a drink of the corn liquor. She changed the subject, although she enjoyed the chance to look him over without him knowing it. That broad chest, she thought, with the black hair curling up through his shirt collar, and his strong legs. Down there at the joining of his muscled thighs with his lower belly would be a thick patch of curly dark hair, and rising from it, thick and powerful and very eager for its first taste of her body, there would be his thing.
Voice shaky, Heather said, "I don't know what we'll do. If he killed some poor old woman, he'll kill us, too, when his brother gets back."
"He's off huntin' now," Grady said. "Likely as not, with all our mouths to feed, he'll be cat-fishin' tonight."
"Scrabbling," she said. "He showed us how to do it."
As she wrapped the bandages over his head and upper face, Heather felt her breasts brush his arm, his shoulder. She drew back guiltily, her heart beating wildly. What was wrong with her, she wondered. All the forced sex, all the pressure on her, and her overwhelming sense of sympathy for this poor, hurt man.
The man who suffered because another man had been doing it to her last evening, the man who clung to her hand when she bucked and heaved so sensually under Arley's stiff strokes. Would he-could he feel very deeply for her, after knowing that about her, after hearing the bad words she had spoken in the heat of her orgasm?
She'd better be worrying about getting them free, rather than dreaming silly things about a man she didn't even know.
"Funny," Grady said, "I wouldn't of thought he had the nerve for scrabblin' under roots with conger eels and water moccasins, big ol' loggerhead turtles, sometimes-big enough to take off a man's hand-maybe even an alligator gar. Set hook fishin' is more the Santee speed, and trap-pin', and chicken stealin'-things like that. Your hands sure feel soft and cool, Heather. That's a pretty name, too; never heard it down here before."
She said, "My grandmother came from here. She was a Mixon, but that was a long time back, when she was a little girl."
"Some Mixons over to Clark City, but none left around here. You got a nice voice, too; it pours sweet over a man."
"I-" Heather was flustered, shaky as a schoolgirl. She moved back from him and her thigh inadvertently brushed his. "Can I get you some more water? There's some biscuits left from breakfast."
"I appreciate your help, Heather. And try not to fret; soon as my eyes clear up, I'll figure a way out of here."
"The sheriff," she said. "Won't he miss you and come after you?"
"Not for two weeks or so," Grady said. "I just started my vacation yesterday. I come by here on my own time, just to see had the Santees got a hand in old Miss Martin's death. Arley shot me afore I knew he was anywhere close by."
"Oh," Heather said, the hope going out of her again. "I see."
He felt blindly out, and she took his hand, shivering at the warm touch of it, remembering how she had clung to it while she screwed Arley Santee. Grady said, "Don't worry too much, but do you see a chance, tell me about it. We may not have all that much time until Artis gets home."
Heather said, "It's comforting to have you here-even if you're hurt and tied up. I'm sorry you got shot, but I'm glad you're here."
His hand snugged hers. "Me, too, and I'm lookin' forward to the time I can take a good look at you, and see for myself if you're as pretty as Arley described you."
She pulled away, shaken, stirred in spite of her determination not to be. She said, "I-maybe it'll be cooler for you, if I can take off your boots."
"I'd appreciate that," he said, "and if you could loosen my belt, unbutton my shirt. This time of year, it's purely hot here."
Heather controlled her fingers, made them take hold of his low leather boots and slide them down, work them off his feet; his socks were next, and she could not help the trembling as her fingers touched his skin and brushed the hair on his legs. Her head swam, and she found that her breath was coming faster. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but whatever was causing her excitement, she wanted it stopped. She wasn't like her sister, going all passionate at the simple touch of a man-any man. She wasn't Honey, she was Heather.
And she still had to unbutton his shirt. Leaning over him, she reached shaking hands out to his open collar, and the chest hair tingled against her fingertips. There was a scent to him, too--something deeper than the odor of the whiskey with which she had bathed his wound-it was male and sweaty and provoking. Heather flared her nostrils at it, and got a button open, then another, and another.
Hesitating, her fingers strayed through the rich, dark hair on his upper belly, and she was fascinated by the matting of it upon his wide, deep chest. His nipples peeped out at her as she opened the shirt and spread it so that he could be cooler-and so that she could see more of him. Heather grew dizzy, touching him, feeling the richness of his curly body hair, and she slumped forward.
Grady Cordell couldn't put his arms around her, but his face reached blindly up as her breasts came down, and he nuzzled into it. She was wearing only a thin cotton dress, with nothing under it, and his mouth probed through the material for her nipple. Heather was against him, lying heavily upon him, bracing her hands on either side of his chest to keep from bearing too much weight down upon him as he lay stretched upon the porch, his hands cuffed around the solid post above his head.
Moaning softly, Heather sat up long enough to whip the dress over her head and discard it, then she guided her nipple into his hotly suctioning lips again. His tongue licked over her, and she shuddered from head to foot as a burgeoning need pulsed deeply within her flesh. When Grady opened his mouth so wide and tried to pull in all her breast, his teeth ringing the tender mound, Heather pulled gently back and took her wet tit away from him.
But only because she had to zip down his pants and draw them off, because she needed to see and feel and caress the wondrous new meat lifting there between his muscled thighs. It rose tall before her staring eyes-long and immensely thick, veined, and heavy, and the head of it was a deeply purpled knob so huge she could not believe it.
Heather couldn't believe she was doing what she was, either; it was as if her body was moving ahead on its own, preparing to make love to this man she barely knew. Her head insisted that this was wrong, sinful, but her flesh said how sweet, how warm, how exciting. So she straddled the hairy male body with the gigantic throbbing penis, and rubbed her belly against the meaty pole.
It was resilient, but hard at the core; it was silken outside and iron inside, and big-so very big. She writhed against it, loving the feel of it as it was pinned between her belly and his, sliding the taut nipples of her tits across his hairy chest and working her pubic mound wantonly to his, feeling the pelvic bone and the swollen sac that held his testicles.
Then she was surprised; he lifted his knees behind her back and used them to urge her upward upon his body, so that she slid across his belly. But that felt wonderful, too, so sitting erect, Heather wiggled her crotch into his tummy, and he did it again, pushed her with his knees so that she edged even higher. Now she was sitting upon his chest with her thighs spread very wide.
The silence between them stimulated her even more; she didn't want to talk about what they were doing. The tacit acceptance was more than enough, and she heard only the sounds of their breathing. Staring down at his bandaged eyes, Heather wondered why he wanted her to keep moving up his body. Already, she was very close to his chin, to his handsome, tanned face with the mouth slightly open and his even white teeth showing, and the tip of his tongue that moved slowly between the teeth, in and out.
The idea struck her then, and she thought, oh, no, oh, no! But his knees pushed her back again, and this time he had to reach so high with them that his face slid down, and suddenly she was against it.
Her mound was pushed against a man's face!
Her pussy was there, shoving its red hair into Grady Cordell's face, and she saw his nose vanishing into the depths of that pubic hair, saw her white thighs against his cheeks, and flinched because she was afraid any additional pressure would hurt his wound.
Grady made his first noise then, the first since they had come naked together like this; he said, "Ummm," into her pussy lips, and her labia twitched in response. He darted out his tongue and pushed the tip of it through the shielding hair, shoved it into her quivering lips, and they turned immediately damp at his touch.
His chin was against the crack of her ass, and Heather lifted ever so slightly so that she wouldn't smother him. One part of her mind-the logical part-told her that this was wrong and dirty and impossible for her to do, her of all people. But that part of her head was overruled by that which insisted she would soon know the most loving, the intimate caress a man could bestow upon a woman. And she couldn't bring herself to miss it, she didn't really want to miss it, so she quivered and wobbled, but did not back her crotch away from his mouth.
And, oh, but his mouth was hot and soft. His tongue slid right on into her pussy, wet and thrilling, probing and searching her softnesses. She could feel the gentle raking of his teeth along her cunt lips, and knew the hot breath stirring in her pubic hair.
His mouth-oh, lord, his mouth! Pushing into her pussy, gnawing, nibbling, making love with his lips and tongue and teeth, he nuzzled her cunt, rubbed his cheeks into her thighs, kissed and licked inside her steamy vagina. Heather could not help but grind tenderly, sweetly, upon his face, fondling his mouth with her humid pussy.
Lost in the throes of her lust, moaning through set teeth, she was still glad he could not see her face, that his eyes could not look into her own and see the furious desires churning there. For she wanted him to go on, needed him to continue, and she could not let him stop now.
Grady's tongue found her clitoris. Heather quivered and gasped, and he licked, prodded, with his hot, wet tongue, making her tingle, making her rock back and forth upon his dear, adorable face. He burrowed deeper, caught her clit between his teeth, and the sweet, wild nip of pain made her crazy, sent mad tremors racing throughout her vibrant cunt.
Then he began to suck her. Sighing, groaning into the folds of her wet labia, Grady sucked on her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth and tongu-ing it back out again. The sensation was fantastic, insane, and Heather swayed precariously upon his head, balanced upon the verge of fainting, but wanting more, more of this wonderful feeling.
"Oh, Grady, oh, lover," she wiggled on him, rubbing her dripping pussy into his mouth, his teeth, his chin. "Oh, darling man, please don't stop. Oh, kiss me and lick me-and eat my cunt! Eat my pussy, Grady! Chew me up and suck me down and swallow me-eat me, eat me!"
Hunching and quaking, Heather came. The magic flooded through her, spread to every nerve end and made her belly soft, turned it warm inside. More of her lubricating fluids seeped down, dripped out, and Grady kept sucking it down his throat, kept swallowing it as if the stuff were the finest of nectars. Heather went weak, melted, and, although his loving tongue was still lapping her juices, she regretfully drew her cunt away from him and slid her crotch tenderly down his hairy chest, leaving a trail of her love fluids.
She kissed his cheeks, kissed his mouth still wet with her own liquids, tasting the flavors of her own pussy and reveling in the sharing of them upon and in his panting mouth. Still, Grady had said no word, and she loved him more for that. As she moved down his sweaty body, her slippery pussy came in contact with the distended head of his penis, and Heather ground gently upon it, tried to steer the great knob into her labia with only the movements of her ass.
Failing that, she reached around and took hold of his big cock. It felt solid and hot in her fingers, and she didn't even hesitate about guiding it into her torrid cunt lips. The labia stretched to accommodate it, but since they had been softened and greased by his oral love, Heather absorbed the huge glans easily.
It moved into her cunt as Grady gave a little hump of his crotch, and as she wiggled her ass to make it fit better. In and in, deeper and wider, and, oh, lord, oh, mercy-it filled her vagina as no man's prick had ever filled it before. His cock packed her cunt from one end to the other, the blunt end of it nudging her cervix, and the root of it stretching her pussy lips as they began to slowly stroke together.
His balls were tight against her crotch, and his hips rolled as he thrust up into her sheath. Strong and thick, long and heavy, his prick worked solidly within her wet glove, and she used every muscle she had in her pussy to caress his driving meat. Lifting her ass and pounding her belly down, Heather rode that behemoth cock, ground and churned her blazing cunt upon it as it slid in and out.
"Oh, lover," she panted, "oh, Grady darling, dearest-oh, sweet man! Your cock's so big-so thick-ahh, lover-stick it deep-cream up to the balls-oh, feed it to me hot and heavy-fuck mefuck me-oh, fuck me! Make me come, Grady! Use that big prick to make me come-ooohahhh . . . "
Her pussy went slosh-squish, and his prick swelled its head inside. Heather gyrated her ass wildly to match his gathering orgasm, to catch up with his goodness about to burst forth from the mouth in the end of his lunging pole.
She made it, for as soon as the head of his cock flexed, she came against his pistoning shaft, riding her clitoris feverishly upon the rod. He came a heartbeat later, hosing his mighty discharge far up into her pulsating cunt, spraying her womb with his hot, thick semen. It kept jetting out in spasms, and she felt each release as it added to the flood of come that was saturating her pussy and leaking out of her shivering cunt lips to wet his groin and bubble over his balls.
They sighed together, and she kept kissing his mouth until he whispered, "They're comin' back through the woods. Hurry-get my pants back on before Arley Santee catches us!"