Chapter 7
It wasn't until his fourth night with her that his mind began to function as it should have in the first place. Then the idea came to him out of a clear vacuum as he lay on the narrow cot and watched her slip greedily out of her dress and undertings to reveal her mature, but still lush and inviting body.
He let his eyes roll from her dark hair, down over her almost pouting full lips to the smooth line of her neck and shoulders. He arrested his gaze at her firm and large breasts with their pink nipples surrounded by sweet halos of areola. Then, after feasting his eyes, he slid his glance downward, over the flesh of her belly and paused again at her hips. She had a figure like an hour glass--wide flaring hips firmly fleshed yet softly welcoming for love--punctuated in the center by the an exact triangle of silken hair pointing like an arrow to the very center of her womanhood.
He glanced down her long, pleasantly rounded legs and then let his eyes climb again to her groin, her abdomen, her jutting breasts and finally up to her face again.
"Like it?" she said.
He grunted.
"See...." She placed her hands on her wide hips and twisted her body slightly before him almost like a burlesque dancer or a naked prostitute allowing him full visual inspection of merchandise he would, in a moment, use.
"Yeah."
"Jail isn't so bad, after all, is it?"
Her genitals were swaying this way and that, immediately before him. He lay on the bunk and looked up to her body as she pranced this way and that in a way she obviously thought was teasing and exciting him.
"Nope," he lied. Lazily, he reached out and stroked the flesh of her left thigh just behind and above the knee. He could feel the little ripple of excitement scurry through her.
She sighed as she rubbed her leg against his palm for a second then twisted coquettishly out of his reach.
"You sure do like to tease," he said.
"Makes the main event more interesting, don't you think?"
He grunted. She certainly was a well-built woman, he thought, but he hated being stuck in jail with her. She was horny as a jack rabbit. She hadn't let him alone for four solid days. Even though he was young and had always been able to satisfy any woman he had met as many times as she had wanted satisfaction, he felt that this jailer's wife--this almost perverted Mae Snorlin--would succeed in killing him with her desires long before his sentence had been served. Also, he was pretty sure she was enjoying herself and her sex so much that even if he did survive the first thirty days and thirty nights, she would make sure her husband came up with some other trumped up charge to keep him locked up until she was tired of him.
God, he thought, she sure does love her loving.
And then the idea came to him like thunder and lightning all at once on a nuclear proving ground. It was so simple, so blinding, so wonderful that he sat bolt upright on the cot and blinked his eyes twice.
Mae backed away from him as she did her teasing, seductive dance. She was now in a corner of the tiny cell swaying seductively back and forth as she stroked her hips and stomach and breasts with her palms.
"Oh, my...." she purred as she looked at him with heavily lidded black eyes. "Oh, my titties feel so good, Billy Joe. They're just aching for a little tongue."
He stared at her trying to appear love-starved and enraptured by her. It was so simple, really. For four days they had been giving each other sexual pleasure, but there had been no thought of love. Why hadn't he thought of it before, he wondered. It was simple. All he had to do was convince her that he was in love with her--really in love with her--and get her to believe him and she would be putty in his hands.
He silently cursed himself for being the world's stupidest man. That was his business, the way he made the money to travel all over the country and he hadn't even thought of trying to use it to get out of jail.
"Bet you'd like to take them in your hands and feel them, wouldn't you, honey?" she said.
He swallowed, then let his mouth hang slack. He hoped he made himself look like a love-starved swain. Finally he looked her directly in the eyes and said, "You sure are a beautiful woman, Mae."
She stopped moving her hips and removed her hands from her naked breasts. Her expression was one of slight doubt and certain amazement as she returned his glance. "What?" she finally said.
"I mean ... Well, it's true. You are. You're a beautiful woman. I just hate thinking of you lying next to that fat sheriff every night."
This time her mouth dropped open. She stood in the corner of the cell as if she had been hit on the head with a brick. Finally, she took a pace toward him. "You mean that, Billy Joe? I mean, really mean it?"
"Course I do," he lied. "Why I've never ever in my life had a better time than just being here with you in this jail."
She took another pace toward him and smiled. There was doubt in her eyes but her voice was gentle. "You're a lying son-of-a-bitch, Billy Joe, and you know it."
"No. Honest," he said as he rose from the cot and stepped directly in front of her. "I mean it. I think you're beautiful and ... well ... I guess I'm a little jealous, that's all."
"He can't do anything," she said. "He can't even get his pecker hard. I told you that."
Gently, he took her waist in his palms and let them slowly slide up her torso and back, then he brought them forward and cupped her breasts in eager fingers.
She shivered under his touch. Her mouth dropped open. A gasp of pleasure escaped her full lips and her eyes closed in sensuous joy.
"I just don't want him touching you," he whispered in her ear. "I can't stand thinking of him feeling your titties and putting his hands all over you. I don't want anyone to touch you like this. Nobody but me."
He was slowly caressing her naked body with his fingers his lips brushed her neck and ear.
"Oh, Billy Joe," she sighed. "I never thought...."
"I can't help it, Mae." His mouth was against her ear now. "I tried, but I couldn't help it. I guess...."
She pressed her naked flesh against him and he drew her toward the bunk. He forced his own body to tremble and made his voice sound hoarse and stumbling. "I love you, Mae," he gasped. "I love you."
He said a short silent prayer. Make her believe it, Lord. Get me out of this stinking jail.
"Oh, Billy Joe!" She grasped his body in an almost brutal hug. They swayed together for a moment and then fell to the canvas cot. Her lips seemed to be on every part of his body at once. They caressed his ears and eyes and neck. They brushed over his mouth and, as her fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt, they kissed his chest and stomach moving down as she tugged at his fly and ripped his jeans away from his genitals.
Make it work, Lord, he kept thinking as she fondled his penis. Make her fall in love.
She began to mutter as she looked at his manhood. He heard her say things about not believing in the truth and how beautiful he looked.
He didn't want her to take him in her mouth again. He had to make sure she really believed him and he knew the only way to do that was face to face.
Roughly, he rolled her on her back and spread her legs apart for his entrance. Then, with maddening slowness, he placed the head of his erect shaft against the wet folds of her eager labia. This would be the greatest acting job of his life and he had to make it good.
"I love you, Mae," he gasped. "I love you!" As he said it he let his penis slip deep into the hot folds of her welcoming flesh.
He felt her quiver with pleasure as his flesh sank deep into her body. He heard her sigh his name and then gasp the words he had hoped for.
"Oh, Billy Joe ... I love you, too...."
Home free, he thought as he began to move his hips against hers and kiss the hot flesh of her neck and face. He thrust and withdrew. He murmured and groaned and made all the sounds he thought sincerity would bring to his lips. More than anything else, he wanted her to have the greatest orgasm of her life and believe that he was the only man for her.
She was thrashing wildly against him now, making the canvas cot sway back and forth and the small cell echo with her moans and grunts.
Both of them kept muttering about love as he clawed her buttocks and drew her hips tighter to his own. Her legs were spread wide to receive his empassioned thrusts and she bent her knees so that her bare feet slapped against his buttocks, as he plowed the shaft of his manhood into her.
Her hands were clawing at his back and buttocks, her head was rolling from side to side. He knew she was experiencing a pleasure that was new and unique for her.
"Oh, Billy Joe," she kept calling out. "Oh, do it. I love it! I love you. Oh, don't stop fucking me, Billy Joe. Don't ever stop. It's so good."
He grunted as he slammed his hips hard against her, withdrew and thrust again. He muttered her name as he played with her breasts and kissed her neck.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she cried out. "Oh, you're making me come apart!"
Her hips thrashed against him so hard, he thought for a moment she was trying to break his pelvic arch. Her screams sounded like a combination of wild animal feasting and a murder victim.
He could actually feel the spasms of her inner body as she orgasmed under him and he determined to give her as many shattering releases as he could.
"Oh, don't," she gasped as he continued to thrust rapidly into her spasming flesh. Then, "Oh, Billy Joe, don't ... don't stop! Don't ever stop loving me...."
Thrust ... withdraw ... She was under him for every stroke. She kept twitching and writhing under him and he kept thrusting harder and harder.
"Oh, I can't," she gasped. "I can't do it again. I can't come off no more, Billy Joe."
He refused to listen ... refused to stop. He continued thrusting into her like an empassioned madman.
"Oh, no...."
"Oh, yes, honey," he said. "One more time with me."
"With ... you ...!"
He could feel the beginning surges of release building within him and then the hot unwinding surge of his ultimate release twining through his sexual tubes and finally the hot spurt of his release ripping through him and out into her waiting, welcoming flesh.
"Oh, God!" she cried out as she felt the moulten spurt of his ejaculation. "I can't stop ... I can't stop coming!"
They thrashed and tore at one another groaning and gasping like phantom warriors wrestling in a strange arena, each refusing to pull away from the other until one would concede defeat, exhaustion and ultimate dominance by the other.
And after long, twitching, twisting and gasping moments, that victory came.
She lay exhausted and beaten under him. Her body was covered with a thin film of sweat, her eyes fluttered and her mouth hung slack. Her breasts were moving up and down with her heavy breathing. He knew he had won his battle. She was his at last.
He moved his organ tentatively within her, felt it rub against her highly sensitive clitoris, savored the little shudder that rippled through her exhausted body and then pulled himself out of her wet flesh.
"Oh, Mae," he lied. "I really do love you." He felt like a real criminal saying it, but he also knew it was his only means of getting out of jail.
She just had the strength to lift one hand and caress his cheek. She looked into his eyes and her lips lifted in a lazy sensuous smile. "You're beautiful, Billy Joe," she sighed. "I love you, too."
That's exactly when he started the most desperate game of his entire life. If he had been in pictures, he thought later, he would surely have gotten the Academy Award for that.
He pulled away from her and sat down on the cot. He put his elbows on his knees and sank his head in his palms.
"What's the matter, honey?" She lifted herself to prop her body on one elbow.
"I can't stand it, that's all."
"Can't stand what?"
"Him," he said. "You and him in bed together."
"I told you before, he don't do nothing. He can't get a hard-on."
"I still don't like it. I mean, you're important to me, Mae. I mean it. I never met a woman like you. I can't think of anything else except being with you and feeling your body all over me and kissing you and eating your pussy and all. I love you, Mae."
She put her cheek against his back and rubbed one palm over his thigh.
"And what's going to happen when I get out of here? I'll have to go away or he'll put me in here again. Then he'll find out sooner or later. I just wish we could be together without him around, without all this jail and all."
He waited. He could almost hear the wheels of her thoughts turning around. It was a long, long time before she spoke.
"Maybe ... maybe there is a way, honey,"
"Hell. No way that's any good," he said.
"I don't know," she said. "I mean suppose--"
"Suppose what?"
"Suppose we were both to run away?"
"You mean, you and me together?"
"Sure."
"Oh, Mae, that would be perfect. Only...."
"I think I could work it out if you just do me one more favor."
"What's that?"
"Eat my pussy again, Billy Joe."
Nothing would surprise him anymore, he thought. Here the woman had just almost been killed by the intensity of her own multiple orgasm spasms and within a matter of no more than minutes she wanted release again. She was absolutely insatiable, he thought. But right at the moment he really didn't care, she had played right into his hand, it would only be a matter of minutes or even hours before he would be out and free again and on his way. Maybe this time he even would go to Charlottesburg. At least he would be safe there.
He turned on the cot and faced her. She was lying on her back now, one knee bent, the other straight. He could see her vagina was still wide and eager for any caress.
"You never do get enough loving, do you?" he said.
"Not from you, Billy Joe. I want you in me all the time."
"Well, I'm pretty good," he said. "But I'll never be all that perfect."
"You got a tongue. Stick that in me. That'll drive me right on up the wall."
"You're telling the truth, Mae? I give your clit a good lickin' in there and make you come off again and go out of your head and you'll run off with me?"
"Sure, honey."
"Promise?"
"I told you, Billy Joe, I've never been out of this county in my life and I sure as hell never got myself fucked and sucked like you do me. I'm not letting you go for nothing. Come on, baby, eat your way to heaven and we'll be across the county line long before the sun comes up tomorrow."
"Mae," he said. "I love you."
This time, as he leaned over her about to sink his lips and tongue into her sweet and eager flesh, he almost meant it.