Chapter 12
Maggie snuggled securely in her husband's powerful arms. He was with her at last She pressed her lips to his and kissed him warmly. The rough mattress buffed her naked skin.
Last night when the deputies led him out of the house at gunpoint, she feared that she would never see him again. But here he was. Safe. She didn't know what he was planning but she trusted him completely. Now that they were together, nothing could happen. He would protect her. Even this old abandoned cabin he had brought her to felt like a fortress. With him lying at her side, there was nothing to fear.
She could hear him breathing. She could feel his heartbeat reverberating against her chest as they embraced. They had already made love three times in the couple of hours since he came back. But her body still itched for him.
Rubbing herself against him like a kitten anxious to be stroked, she reached for his cock. It was soft and flexible, lying across his naked thigh like a sleeping snake. She moved her fingers slowly over its surface, thrilling to the little twitch it gave in response. Pressing her lips wetly to his skin, she kissed his throat and his chest.
He felt so big and muscular. It excited her just to touch him. Her moist lips caressed his brown nipple, nibbling lovingly at it Her tongue swept out to glide across it. She loved tasting his dark manly body. She loved being with him. It made her feel safe and protected.
She wouldn't have blamed him if he hated her after seeing her shameless excitement at the hands of the sheriff and his men. But Jack understood. He kissed her tenderly in all the places which Tilden had abused. He stroked and petted her, and told her of his love.
It would have been easy to lie there forever, reveling in his gentleness and sympathy. But there was something he had a right to know. And the longer she put it off the harder it would be. She had to tell him about her and Petey. She had to tell him now. Even if it meant taking the chance of losing him.
She kissed him again, trying to find the words. Trying to find a way to begin. Her fingers remained in contact with his cock. Her hand moved idly up and down. She could feel the heated blood of arousal pounding through his prick. It made her cunt begin to warm all over again. Her arms were tight around his neck.
"Jack," she said softly. "You were away for a long time."
"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. He was playing with her titties, rolling the nipples in his fingers. "Got a lot to make up for." He buried his face in the softness of her bosom.
She could feel him pressing his loins against her, jabbing at her nudity with the semi-stiffness of his cock. She pulled it up and down, unable to resist the desire which billowed inside her. The lips of her cunt were parted in anticipation. This was getting more difficult every second. "Brady, Luke, and Sammy weren't the only ones," she blurted suddenly.
His whole body seemed to stiffen. Then he let his breath out very slowly. "I was no angel either," he said at last.
But she had to go on. Her fingers tightened involuntarily around the shaft of his penis. "No," she said hastily. "Not just that. I mean ..." She just couldn't say it. "It was Petey," she whispered finally, in a voice almost too soft to be heard.
She felt his prick jump in her hand. Tour brother?" he asked, incredulous. His cock seemed to be getting harder. Tour twelve year old brother?"
She started to cry. There's no way to explain it," she whimpered. "It just happened."
"More than once?" he asked. His breathing was becoming labored, and there was a faint note of excitement in his voice.
"Yes, more than once."
His cock was thick and stone hard. She could feel its heat against her fingers. Her rolled his hips to rub it against her. Then he whispered, "tell me about it" His lips brushed lightly over her ear.
Maggie's whole body was wrapped in a sadden sensuous chill. He wanted details. It was turning him on. She could feel the desire of his manhood coursing through his swollen prick. She could sense the renewed urgency of his need. It made her pussy tingle.
The thought of describing her incestuous experiences to him filled her with wicked eroticism. Her body was shimmering with lust She rolled her fingertips over the head of his dick as his hand cupped the mound of her cunt They lay side by side touching each others genitals. Her shame and embarrassment were fading. The first time," she whispered, "I caught him jerking off." Jack exhaled sibilantly. Rubbing his scrotum lightly with the tips of her fingers she continued. It was getting easier.
"His little cock was so hard," she said. The memory was stimulating her. Her cunt felt Jack's fingers slipping inside it and she threw her pelvis up at him. For a moment she was silent as he probed and tickled her twat.
"I made him touch me," she murmured, speaking from the reverie itself. "His hands on my tits nearly drove me crazy." She stopped to place one of her husband's hands on her breast, writhing restlessly, as he fondled it. "He put his fingers in my cunt, just like you're doing."
Jack's breath was coming in a long wheezing rasp. His fingers scissored wildly inside of her. She could feel her juices bathing them. She could feel his knuckle grazing over her clit.
"He touched my clit as though he had been doing it for years. He really got me turned on."
Jack was moaning aloud now, the sounds muffled by her tit in his mouth. As she stroked his loins, his hips bucked erratically. She had never seen him this excited. She wanted to tell him more. She wanted to tell him everything.
"I was so worked up I nearly came in his hand," she whispered. "And he nearly popped his load all over my fingers." Jack's penis was throbbing. The hefty feel of it in her hand made her whine with passionate sex-hunger. But the vicarious thrill of her description kept her talking into his ear.
"Finally, I told him to fuck me," she announced.
"Hhhhmmmmmmm," Jack keened. His ass was moving frantically, working his brown prick up and down in her grasp. How did it feel?" he asked.
"His cock was short and thin, but I felt it sliding in," she explained. "Like a finger."
"Like this?" he asked breathlessly. He slipped one of his fingers into her slot and moved it in and out in the desperate rhythmless stroke of an inexperienced lover.
"Ooooooohhhh yeesss," she hissed. "Like that. Just like that." She felt his finger sliding in only as far as the second knuckle. Then it pulled out again. Her cuntlips lapped and clutched at it, enfolding it in a moist and lustful caress. Her clit was erect and pulsing.
Jack's cock jumped about her fingers. She knew that it was getting ready to spit. She wanted to feel the gism striking her. She wanted to feel its heated viscosity on her skin. Jerking it with a manual fucking motion, she aimed its tip at the whiteness of her belly. It was already beginning to spasm.
When he came, she whispered wheezingly, "I thought it would never stop flowing."
Her words drove him over the brink. "Unh!" he grunted as the first whirling bug flew from his prick. "Oh, yeah!"
She felt it wetting her belly and filling the crater of her navel. Although he had already come inside her several times, the semen gushed from his cock in a seemingly endless torrent of fire. Hearing about her and Petey had refilled him with vitality. She couldn't wait to tell him about the other things they had done. But she was finding it harder and harder to speak. It was all she could do to breathe.
The words wouldn't form. She was climbing up the sheer wall of preclimax. She was going to boil over. And second. Any instant. Now.
She wailed as her pussy started to flow, wetting his diddling fingers with its juice. At the sound of her passion, he rammed four fingers into her, their tips coming together to make a bluntly tapering cone. She gasped and sobbed, fighting for oxygen. She had reached a new peak, climbed to a height which she had never before attained. It was glorious. It was magnificent.
When it was over, she felt truly fulfilled for the first time in months. She lay with her husband, holding him close to her. When he kissed her, she met his eyes with her own.
They were shining with the afterglow of sexual excitement. Her confession hadn't damaged their relationship as she feared it might. Instead, it had strengthened it. They found a new way to unite on the sexual plane of togetherness. They found a new way to share pleasure with each other. She found herself wondering about the things he had done while away. I was no angel either, he had said. Her cunt tingled at the thought.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the cabin, and she started with alarm. "What's that?" she whispered.
Jack was already on his feet, his eye peering out through a corner of the window. "It's Petey," he said. "I sent him on an errand."
"Should I get dressed?" Maggie asked him shyly.
"What for?" Jack answered with a lustful smile.
When Petey knocked twice and entered the cabin, he seemed embarrassed by the nudity of his sister and her husband. But his face maintained a serious expression. Turning from Maggie, he looked at Jack and said, "I called Tilden like you said. Told him you had kicked my ass and I was getting even. He promised he'd give me a couple of hours to get away."
Jack laughed. "That's just what I figured the lying bastard would say. He'll probably be here any minute. Now here's what I want you to do."
Maggie was baffled. "Sheriff Tilden?" she echoed. "Coming here? Why?"
Jack's face was sober. "So I can kill him," he said. "And Luke and Sammy with him. Now here's what I want you to do."
Kill him. Maggie was shocked. They would all go to prison forever. Then she thought of the things Tilden had done to her, and she listened carefully to her husband's plan. It would be worth it. No matter what happened.
When Maggie heard the sound of tires approaching, she and Petey were already lying together on the floor. Both of them were naked. She reached over to give her young brothers penis a loving squeeze. "Don't forget," she said bravely. "We're not supposed to know that they're there. Just give Jack a chance to sneak up behind them."
She rolled over and buried her face in the youngster's almost hairless groin. His little cock grew stiff and rigid at once. She saw its red head shining as it reached for her lips. Stroking her tongue over it, she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
She felt his warm breath against its puckering lips. Then he kissed it. She sighed as his lips made brushing contact with her sensitive tissues. It felt wonderful. Almost good enough to make her forget that there were three brutal vicious men somewhere outside the cabin. Fervently she prayed that Jack was correct-that they would be drawn to the window like moths to a flame. That they would stop to watch the obscene and incestuous spectacle before coming through the door. Because that was the delay that Jack was counting on.
She fought desperately to restrain the urge to look up. She struggled to devote all her attention to the manly little cock which filled her mouth with the taste of adolescent sap. It wasn't hard to do.
Her lips closed around it, bathing its shaft with her heated saliva. Her tongue swept over its surface. Through slitted eyes, she saw his scrotum wrinkle and pull up into his body. He moaned, his vibrating lips teasing her vulva.
She strained for a sound that would tell her that they were here. Maybe. Maybe that was a voice. She couldn't be sure. All it sounded like was a buzz.
Outside the cabin, Sheriff Tilden spoke to his deputies in a tense and quiet whisper. "Stay put," he said. "While I have a look in that window." He crept up to it and peered inside. Then, his face twisting in- to an obscene grin, he called, "Luke, come and take a look at this. Sammy, you'd better watch them bushes." His voice was almost too soft to be heard.
Luke crawled over beside him and peeked in, whistling silently at the lewd sight that he saw. "Now don't that beat all," he murmured.
"What do you see?" Sammy asked hoarsely.
"Shhhh," Tilden said. "Just keep a lookout. I'll give you your chance. In a minute."
"Wonder where the nigger is," Luke mused. "Don't imagine they'd be doing that if he was around."
"Never know with them perverts," Tilden answered. His hand was rubbing the lump in his pants made by his stiffening prick.
Petey had his lips around the delicate bud of her clitoris and was sucking it with noisy delight. Neither of them was thinking about the window now. She threw her loins back and forth against him, wetting his entire face with the lubed up lips of her snatch. Now and then he thrust his tongue into her cunthole, penetrating her with its muscular softness.
She bit on his cock, bringing a moan of pleasure mixed with pain from his lips. She raked his prick skin with her nails. His body was beating a wild tattoo against the mattress, rising and falling to drive his penis deeper into her mouth. She could feel the smooth skin of his pubis bumping her lips. She could smell the youthful scent of arousal coming from his nuts.
Her hips rocked up to spread the lips of her cunt as she tilted it back toward Petey's lips. His tongue plunged in and out of it, his mouth nibbling lightly on the nub of her love button. She slammed her pussy down against him, burying his nose in the wetness of her slash, imprisoning his tongue between the cloying lips of her cunt.
Their love sounds were getting louder in a way that could never have been faked. She was shouting with lust as his tongue skewered in her pussy. He was sobbing with pleasure as his cock penetrated her mouth. They were approaching the point of no return. If the fish had been baited, this would set the hook.
Jack stood in the shadow of a sycamore tree, his muscles tense as he poised for violent action. In the silence of the night he could hear the sounds of his wife's excitement. If they were following his instructions, she had Petey's cock in her mouth. The boy was probably licking her cunt. The thought of it gave the dark-skinned man an instant hard-on.
But he never took his eyes from the front of the cabin. Luke and Tilden were still crouched at the window peering lecherously at the sixty-nining pair inside. Only Sammy stood between them and certain death.
"Hot damn," Luke said, his voice growing loud with excitement. "Looks like the kid's going to cum in her mouth."
"Shut up," Tilden answered, his glazed eyes glued to the window.
Sammy shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other and looked surreptitiously around. "Shit," he muttered. "Don't see why I have to miss all the fun." Turning quickly, he joined the others at the window. They were too enrapt to notice.
That was what Jack had been waiting for. As silent as a cat, he sprang from his position. In an instant, he was within striking range of the lawmen. His fingers curling into hammer-like karate fists, he swung violently, using both arms. Before they knew what hit them, the three cops were unconscious on the ground.
He stood silent for a moment, watching his wife and her brother writhing hotly in the throes of mutual orgasm. By the time he dragged the unconscious bodies inside, Petey and Maggie were up and dressed. Petey watched in fascination as he set the plastique firebomb.