Chapter 10
"We're going to be needing gas," I said, as I glanced over towards Mae Lee who sat curled up next to the far side of the big station wagon puffing on a cigarette.
"How far to the next filling station?" Mae Lee asked, as she uncurled those lovely bare legs from beneath her, crushed her cigarette into the dashboard ash tray and slid over closer to Wanda who was curled up against my side.
"The last sign said three miles," I said with a quick glance at my watch.
"Slow down a little, darling," Mae Lee cooed softly, as she slid an arm around Wanda and drew the poor child close to her own lush body.
"Ooh, no! Please, don't!" Wanda moaned just before Mae Lee pressed those full lips of hers over the child's mouth while she slipped one hand up under the child's short skirt.
I silently cursed myself for not being man enough to stop the bitch from tormenting the child once again. Actually there was nothing I could really do about it though. I was the one who had kidnapped the child. If she started yelling for help it was my neck that Harold Blake would have the pleasure of putting the noose around.
It did seem to me though that there ought to be another way of keeping Wanda silent. Mae Lee's way seemed much less human than the way I'd have used, were the child and I alone. I'd pulled a big goof though trying to be a nice guy to a broad who'd done me the favor of spreading her lush thighs for me a few times so I no longer had any control over my prize.
What Mae Lee could do to that poor child by kissing her while she slipped one hand up between her slim thighs to find and tease her cunt could scare you. Oh, she never made the child have an orgasm, that wouldn't have worked. What she did was to arouse the child sexually so that she was on the brink of an orgasm and keep her there. This made the child act as if she might be just a little sick to anyone who got close enough to get a good look inside the car.
It was my job to keep people from getting close enough to see that Wanda wasn't really sick at all. So far only a few men who had pumped gas for us had gotten a look into the car through the back window. To them it had looked as though Mae Lee was a loving mother comforting her sick child.
I'd understood Mae Lee to say we'd be just a happy family on our way South for the season. I had not expected to be spending my nights curled up in the back of the station wagon in the overnight parking area of countless forest reserves. That was where we spent all our nights though and it did make sense. Mae Lee could sleep with Wanda held tightly against her making sure the child didn't get any bright ideas, such a trying to slip away from us during the night.
We'd been on the road going on three days, had covered a good thousand miles though we could have made better time had Mae Lee not felt like being so careful. She seemed to have a fear of being stopped by the police and questioned even more than I did. That was one side of her make-up that really came as a surprise. She'd always seemed to be so very sure of herself at all times.
I'd have kept Wanda bound and gagged in the rear of the big station wagon, her body covered with an old blanket, had I had my way. I felt sure that after lying all cramped up like that all day she would be a good girl at night just to be free for a few hours. Shit! I was willing to bet she herself was wishing I'd get it over with and fuck her real good so she could have a real orgasm at last. Being kept on the verge of such an orgasm could be no fun whatever for her, I was sure.
I was thinking more and more about slugging that slant-eyed Mae Lee and fucking Wanda real good. I could have pulled off into any number of back roads and had plenty of time to fuck the child good before any passing cars would have spotted us and called the police. I hadn't had a good fuck since we'd left Mae Lee's apartment and my cock seemed to be hard most of the time. Twice Mae Lee had noticed how really swollen my cock was and had forced that lovely innocent child to give me a full and complete blow job.
I'd felt more like a real bastard letting my hot seed spurt down that poor child's lovely throat than I had ever felt at any other time in my whole life. What Mae Lee and I were doing to that poor child was teaching her that only the twisted form of sex could give any real pleasure. Christ! what we were doing to her could turn her inside out. Perhaps that was what Mae Lee was after. Perhaps she was getting even with somebody for having twisted her inside out, giving her such a thirst for not only unnatural sexual thrills but so many good fucks, she'd spread those lush thighs of hers for any man who had the sense enough to just smile at her.
I pulled into a bright, new-looking filling station, cut the engine of the big station wagon and hopped out. A good-looking young punk came trotting right out to our car to give us some of the best service we'd had so far. I had trouble keeping him away from the windshield of the car once he got a look inside and knew there were two good-looking broads in there.
He was the first one who hadn't been half asleep, or too old to take an interest in Mae Lee and Wanda. He'd gotten close enough to the left-hand side of the car when he'd first came trotting out to get a look at Mae Lee's long, shapely legs. A good enough look at least to give him the desire for a much, much better look at them.
"We've only got time enough for a quick fill up," I snapped though I knew it would be a mistake to let him see that I was the least bit on edge.
"Man! can just one man really take care of two good-looking chicks like that all by himself?" he asked and the tone of his voice said he didn't think so.
"The younger girl isn't feeling well and we're in a hurry to get her home so the family doctor can have a good look at her," I tried to explain and that was when I made my second big mistake of that whole, stupid affair.
My first mistake had been in taking an innocent virgin like Wanda to see Mae Lee. So, I'd felt I owed the bitch a favor for those few free fucks. Shit! there were other ways I could have paid that bitch off, just as well. My second mistake was in not reaching for my gun while I tried to explain to that punk kid at the filling station just how things were.
"It's funny but she don't look sick to me, dad," the punk said and there was that sharp clicking sound in my ear just before I felt the cool blade of a knife placed against my throat. "She looks the way my girl looks after I've fooled around with her part of the evening and she has become sexually aroused to the point where she just can't wait to get fucked real good."
"You're out of your mind," I managed to say in a choked voice, as for the first time I began to understand just how Harold Blake had felt there in the doorway of his own home when I'd waved my gun under his nose.
"Really?" the punk asked and laughed softly. "Well just take a good look into your car, dad. If that little girl of yours didn't need a real good fuck a few minutes ago she sure as hell does right now, man!"
I took a good look through the rear window of the station wagon and what I saw happening inside that car formed knots inside my stomach. That bitch Mae Lee had been so very careful about not getting all worked up over sex. Shit! she'd pulled poor Wanda's brief blouse halfway off and was sucking one of those small titties with a greed that I knew had to be flacking out every other sense she had, if any. She could have avoided that stupid mistake had she let me fuck her good the night before, as I'd so badly needed to. No, that would have been taking too big a risk. She'd made poor Wanda give me a full, complete blow job. Shit! so now she was giving in to her sexual desires at the worst possible time. Being caught in the act served her right!
"That bitch!" I hissed and felt my cheeks growing hot, as the blood rushed to my head the way it did when I really got mad.
"Yah, you still going to tell me the kid is sick, man?" the punk asked, then he whistled a long, sharp whistle that would have warned Mae Lee as it should have, had she not been sucking poor Wanda's tittie with such an animal greed she was unaware of everything else in the world.
A big, bare-chested colored boy appeared in the doorway of the long, low brick building that housed the lift and repair equipment it took to run a good filling station. He stood for a moment looking out towards his white friend, then seeing the sunlight on the knife blade held at my throat came trotting out wearing a wide grin showing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
"Man! you plum out of your skull?" he asked the white punk, as he came up beside the two of us. "You gonna get both our asses kicked out of here good, Lenny."
"Think so?" Lenny asked glancing into the station wagon. "I doubt that, Pete. Take a look inside that car."
The colored boy turned, glanced into the station wagon and those big, dark eyes of his seemed to become twice their normal size. He took two steps forward so he might take a real good look into the station wagon. I knew he couldn't help but see Mae Lee's hand up under Wanda's skirt taking that close a look.
"You seen where the older broad's got one hand?" Pete asked Lenny turning to face both of us.
"I just bet I could make one hell of a good guess," Lenny said and then he laughed a dirty laugh. "So the poor child isn't feeling well and you're in a hurry to get her home to see a doctor." Lenny said to me.
"A nice hard cock shoved deep into that sweet little cunt of hers might be all she really needs," Pete said and let his hand drop down and pass lightly over his fly so that I'd be sure to notice how full it had become. "Man! That older bitch has got good-looking legs."
"I got a feeling you out to frisk this bastard real good," Lenny said. "Something tells me they kidnapped that little girl so they could get her off all alone and have some real fun with her."
Pete laughed and moved around behind me. I could feel his big hands as they patted me down with so much skill I had the feeling he'd discovered just how the police did that the best way in the world. He just looked like the type the cops loved to hound. Even if he didn't have a record.
Pete found my gun and the knife I always carry and laughed softly when he tossed the gun to Lenny. I could almost read the thoughts passing through his head when he glanced into the station wagon and licked his lips. He was thinking that he was going to get to shove that big, black cock of his deep into that teen-age white girl's tight little cunt and prove to her that black men really did fuck the best.
"You two boys are asking for trouble," I managed to say in spite of the lump there in my throat which I will have to confess was pure fear.
"Wasn't it nice of the man to drop in just before we closed up for our lunch break, Lenny?" Pete asked turning to look at me with a coldness in those black eyes of his that sent cold chills shooting along my spine.
"I've been thinking those two broads might just like to have a chance to stretch out a bit in that old deserted diner," Lenny said letting me feel the barrel of the gun against the tip of my nose.
"Yah, I could really let that older broad feel the full size of my black cock with her stretched out on one of those old booths," Pete said and I took a deep breath glad to learn he was more interested in Mae Lee for the moment than he was in poor Wanda.
"So close up the shop, hang out our little sign and we'll take our friends to an orgy," Lenny said and laughed. "Could be we might even decide to stretch this break to a couple of hours, it's been so slow today."
"You know I'll just bet a real good fuck is all that kid really needs to make her feel as good as new," Pete said and then he turned on his heels and walked back towards the long, low building to pull down the overhead doors and hang up the big red and white sign that read 'closed."
"Isn't this an odd time of the day to be closed?" I asked Lenny, wondering if I stood any chance at all if I tried to jump him and get my hands on that gun again.
"We close the place for an hour or hour and a half at this same time every day," Lenny replied. "It's the hottest part of the day and most people manage to get off the roads out of the sun for a couple of hours."
That made sense but it didn't help my little group. Shit! of all the times for Mae Lee to have let her lust carry her away, she'd sure as hell picked the wrong time. If and when we got out of it with our whole skins that bitch was going to hear plenty from me.
"Aah, eeek!" Wanda sang out in that shrill young voice of hers and for a brief moment her feet flashed above the dashboard of the station wagon. Oh, let me tell you, when that bitch Mae Lee pulled a good she pulled a big one. She couldn't have picked a worse place or worse time to have let Wanda reach an orgasm for the first time in days.
Pete came trotting back and that grin, that sparkle in his black eyes said he'd guessed what all the shouting had been about. He flicked open my knife, spit on its blade and moved up along the left-hand side of the station wagon. Mae Lee was holding Wanda close and kissing the child hard on the mouth when Pete jerked the car door open.
"Okay, baby!" Pete hissed into Mae Lee's ear. "You gave the kid one hell of an orgasm so now it's your turn."
Mae Lee jerked back away from Wanda, turned halfway around and found herself looking into that grinning black face, those sparkling white teeth, and those coal black eyes. For just a moment I thought I saw the muscles in her throat work as if she were going to scream. If she had, Pete would have had no misgivings about knocking a few of her own pretty teeth out. I was sure of that.
"Well, what have we here, darling?" Mae Lee asked turning her head to look past the colored youth to where I stood at Lenny's side.
"You sure as hell are a real cool cunt, baby," Pete said, as he reached out with one hand to catch the front of her thin blouse and tear it open down the front to expose the brief bra that tried to cover those big tits. "I like sinking my black cock deep into a cunt that's got real guts."
"Get the bitch into the back seat with you," Lenny said and when he glanced towards the highway I knew I wasn't the only one who was a little scared.
"I'm gonna see her bare-assed naked in the bright sunlight first, pal," Pete said and stepped back motioning with the knife to let Mae Lee know she should get out of the car.
Mae Lee found that she was just a little weak on her feet on getting out of the car. Sure most of it was because she'd stayed in the car so much of the time, refused to do any walking around at all, but some of it was due to the fact that she had reached her own orgasm at the same time Wanda had reached hers such a short time before. The bitch never reached an orgasm at the same time I reached mine but she always reached one right along with Wanda. Sure it burned me up a little, hell it would have burned any guy up. Shit! no man likes to feel a broad gets more pleasure from screwing with another broad than she gets from being fucked good by him.
"Don't get no cute ideas, baby," Pete said and there was that chill in the tone of his voice that just had to get through even to a bitch like Mae Lee who honestly seemed to know no fear whatever.
"Why would I get any cute ideas black boy?" Mae Lee asked softly and rolled those slanted eyes of hers at Pete. "Just ask my friend over there how well I like getting fucked."
"By man, woman, or even a beast I'll bet," Pete said and I must confess I'd never thought of Mae Lee's having fucked a dog or sheep but knowing her, it was possible she had done that very thing.
"You got a real dirty mind," Mae Lee cooed, as she began to do her little go-go dance number while she started stripping the rest of her clothing slowly from that lush body of hers in what seemed to be timing to music only her ears heard.
"Christ! where did you ever find a cunt like that?" Lenny asked and he was breathing so hard I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear.
"I was down and out on my luck one night when I stopped in where she was working as a go-go dancer," I explained. "Our local D.A. was out to send me up the river and all my so called buddies had turned their backs on me. Being a broad with a big heart Mae Lee had felt sorry for me when she'd seen my tired eyes and noticed how alone I was. After she finished her first set of the evening she came over to my booth and we had a nice long talk. To make a long story short I wound up staying until the joint closed, then walking her home and sort of putting her to bed, you might say. After all it just wasn't safe for a woman to be all alone at that hour of the morning in that part of town.
"You had to have holes in your head," Lenny said, as his eyes followed Mae Lee's brief panties when they slid down over those perfectly formed thighs of hers. "When a bitch picks up a guy or even acts like she wants to he should take off like a bat out of hell."
I laughed softly knowing how easy it was for a young punk like Lenny to talk big. Mae Lee was standing there naked in the bright sunlight and more than willing to crawl into the rear of the station wagon where both he and his colored pal could take their own sweet time fucking her good. I wondered if he'd ever gone for two full months without getting to fuck a chick real good. It didn't seem likely that a punk with his build and good looks ever faced the problem of not getting a good fuck when he needed it.
"Move, man!" Lenny hissed and jabbed the barrel of my own gun into the end of my spine when Pete opened the rear door of the big station wagon and motioned for Mae Lee to crawl inside.
I moved forward towards the left-hand side of the car watching Pete stroke Mae Lee's smooth white ass when she paused in crawling into the back seat. I took a deep breath to keep from cursing the black bastard for Mae Lee was asking him to give her a good feel by pausing like that. The bitch just had to prove that not even that black bastard could resist the urge to stroke her lovely bare ass if given the chance. She would have been crushed had Pete not stroked her ass the way he did.
She laughed softly when she felt that hard, black hand move lightly over that lovely ass of hers. She shifted her body so that black hand might slip with ease up between those perfectly formed thighs of hers and give her a good feel. Christ! I was starting to get a hard-on just watching the show she was putting on. That would have pleased the bitch all right.
I couldn't blame Pete for slipping his hand up between those thighs and getting a handful of her pussy. Hell, he was only a human being even if he was black. After giving Mae Lee one hell of a feel Pete stepped back and let her feel the palm of his hard, black hand against that soft bare ass of hers. He liked the sound his palm made against her soft flesh so much he couldn't resist giving her a second good crack just for the hell of it. Mae Lee cried out sharply in surprise when Pete gave her that second crack on her ass and got into the rear of the car as quickly as she could.
"Watch this bastard real close," Lenny said tossing the gun to Pete when we were standing there in the spot where Mae Lee had stripped with her clothing laying around our feet. "Put your hands behind your back!" He ordered me in a cold tone of voice.
I really had no choice other than that of doing just as Pd been told. Pete was holding that gun and there was that something in Lenny's tone of voice that said he wasn't in any kind of mood to horse around. Shit! I could understand how Lenny was feeling after having watched that little strip act Mae Lee had put on. I had gotten a hard-on from watching that bitch in action and I knew what kind of trouble she could be for a man.
While Pete held the gun on me and grinned, Lenny quickly unfastened my belt, pulled it from the loops of my pants and bound my wrist tightly. He then ordered me into the car next to Wanda and when I'd managed to get into the car without the use of my hands, he closed the door behind me. Pete moved into the rear seat with Mae Lee to hold the gun at the back of my head while Lenny moved around the car to slip in under the wheel.
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than fifteen short minutes from the moment Lenny had first flashed that knife of his. It had only seemed like hours and hours for I'd learned the hard way why Harold Blake had not tried to jump me there in his own home. Fear could cripple a man more than anything else on earth.
Lenny put the big station wagon back onto the highway and really opened it up wide. From the rear seat came soft moans and sighs from Mae Lee and I could only guess what caused them but I'd have bet Pete was either fingerfucking her good or had gone down on her.
The black bastard just couldn't wait but then who could really blame him. She'd ask for anything she was going to be getting very, very shortly.