Chapter 16
Jill did not realize what bothered her about the activity in the apartment across the street until she recalled that the tenant was visiting her daughter in Arizona. The only men she saw chain-smoking in the window definitely looked like cops, and they were obviously on a stakeout.
They were watching her place all the time. Jill liked to pad around the house in her underwear during the hot months. But the constant male stares worried her. Last night she had been sitting in her panties and bra in her favorite chair, reading. Suddenly as she looked across the way she saw one of the men eyeing her and grinning broadly.
When they finally came to see her, they accused her of lying about Tad's whereabouts and left only when she threatened to call the fuzz. The one who called himself Stetson was especially noxious. His bulging eyes had constandy moved over to her breasts or her legs as he talked. Sitting opposite him, she saw him glue his eyes to the opening between her legs, and for a moment she had a panicky feeling that she had left her panties off and that he could see her bush. Thinking about it now, she felt a need to shower. Minutes later she was bracing herself against a Niagara of water, and she barely heard the doorbell, When she finally answered it, she was startled to see Tad in the doorway. She let him in quickly.
"Tad! I've been so worried. Why didn't you phone?"
"Couldn't, dear. Figured you'd be tapped."
He kissed her wet lips and plunged his hand under her robe to give her moist pussy an affectionate rub.
'Tad," she said slowly, "you didn't ... ? "
"No. I didn't. My father did. But unless I prove he came back early from Frisco and did it after he heard her confession, I'm cooked." He told her about the taping with Laura and John's erasing of it. Without the tape, he was helpless.
"Wait," Jill said suddenly. "Supposing John thought he had muffed the erasing job. I know several times when I thought I did it, I missed."
"I don't know if he'd buy that. He might have played it back to be sure. But I could have made another reel and packed that away. They only hold thirty minutes, so I could have left the last one on and hidden one or two earlier ones. Sure, I used the only empty tape I had left, then finished her monologue on the one he listened to with all the prerecorded rock music."
He moved his fingers under her robe and played with her snatch as they sat on the couch. She sighed with pleasure, and opening his fly, caressed his cock, which had already begun to get stiff.
"Think John'll buy that?" she asked.
Pausing to lass her pussy till her eyes rolled in her head and her breathing came faster, he grinned. "Hell be so jittery he won't be able to sleep. Hell be after me and I'll get the truth out of him." He frowned. "Yeah, but I'll need a witness."
"Me," she said. He shook his head. "Please, darling. I'm your girl. Let me help you."
He nodded slowly. "Okay, but only because there's no time to get anyone else. I don't like you mixed up in this. He may be armed and trigger happy."
Suddenly they heard footsteps outside the door, and she pushed him into her bedroom. "Hurry, it might be the police, Tad."
The doorbell rang and she answered it with strong misgivings. John Marshall looked in through the doorway and glowered at her.
'Look, I want you to tell me where Tad is," he shouted angrily. "I know you know. Now talk. The man's an escaped murderer. Unless you tell me now, I'm going to the police. They'll charge you with being an accessory to the crime. I just thought I'd give you another chance."
Opening the door a crack, Tad heard her tell John she would talk only to police. "Get out of my house please, Mr. Marshall," she said angrily.
As she spoke, her robe flew open, revealing her nakedness. John stared at her beautiful melon-shaped breasts still glistening with droplets of water and the thick, black bush that framed her cunt. Embarrassed, she tightened her robe around her.
"I'll give you whatever you ask," John said, taking out his checkbook. "Tell me where he is and you can name your price."
"Don't waste your money, Dad, and don't turn or I'll put a bullet through you. Frisk him, Jill!"
"Tad!" John said incredulously, as Jill took his gun. She gave it to Tad, who ordered John to turn.
"Why are you so eager to find me, Dad?" Tad said slowly. He was annoyed at himself that despite his new knowledge that he was another man's son, he persisted in calling John his father.
"Because-" John began.
"Because you're frantic I might give the cops a lovely confession about how you murdered your wife," Tad said.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"About the empty tape you didn't find that preceded the half-used one with the music you did listen to. Laura talked a flood when she was drunk. I clocked nearly two hours on tape, and some of the best details were on the first tape."
"You're lying," John said hoarsely. "You're making it up.
"Am I? Let's go find it I'll let you listen to it for ten minutes and then well both take it to the police. Okay?"
Tad saw Marshall wrestle with his fear. He prodded the older man with the gun. "Let's move. The cops are looking for me."
"Wait, Tad," John said pleadingly. "Let's talk about this. I'll give all the stocks your mother gave me and all the cash you want if you give me the tape. Anything you want."
Tad laughed and pushed the gun against his back.
'Tad, I'm your father," John said, as he was shoved toward the door.
"No, you're not," Tad said. "You're a dirty old man who-likes to suck girls off in his office and perform sixty-nine with your whore of a secretary while your wife's sick in the same house. You were ready to kill just so you could be free to lay your little chum, weren't you?"
The doorbell rang shrilly and Tad stopped.
"That's Stetson," John said quickly, "my detective. He knows I'm here. He'll be worried about me."
Tad thought quickly. John had not said anything incriminating that Jill could repeat. He had to stall for more time.
"I've got to have more time, Jill," he whispered to her. "Stall him, but do it so he doesn't get suspicious. I can't afford to be interrupted now. My life may depend on it."
He pushed John into the bedroom. "One move, one cry, and you'll get it through the head."
To be on the safe side, he bound and gagged John just in case he tried to alert Stetson. He heard Jill open the door.
"Hi," Stetson asked smiling. "I'd like to see John Marshall."
"He left. He said he had to go to his office about something and would be back in an hour and a half. If you'll excuse me ... "
"Mind if I look around?" the big, burly detective asked warily.
"Look, I've just taken a shower and I've got to dress."
His eyes widened as he looked at the loosened bathrobe. He could see the rounded tops of her breasts. Jill colored and was about to tighten the robe when she remembered what Tad had said about warding off his suspicions. She allowed the robe to loosen further so he could see more of her breasts.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't mean to be rude. I'm just tired. Wish I could help you."
"Oh, I understand," Stetson said. "It must be tough being hounded by cops and reporters."
"Yes. If you'll just excuse me, Mister ... "
"Stetson. Look, you seem really peaked. Why don't we sit down and have a drink? I can use one, and I think you could, too. That way I can wait for John here instead of having to come back. It's a long trip for me to make twice."
"No, really, I don't think I could ... "
"He told me to meet him here. It's important," Stetson said.
"Okay," Jill said reluctantly. As she moved toward the kitchen, her robe fell open and he could see her breasts and pussy clearly. His eyes lit up with excitement as she pulled it closer to her.
She fixed the drinks worriedly and brought them back to the living room. He was seated on the couch and motioned her to sit beside him. He downed the drink quickly and fixed himself another from the bottle on the tray.
"Know something?" he said, eyeing her greedily. "You've got a lovely face and shape. I know some big people in the modeling game. Would you be interested in that? Pays big."
"Of course," she smiled. 'Td like that."
He laughed, and putting his arm around her, kissed her on the mouth. His lips, wet and slobbery, smelled of bourbon.
"What's the matter?" he said in a hurt tone as she withdrew from his arms. T thought you liked me."
"I do," she said quickly. "I-I'm just a little tired. I was just about to he down."
It was the last thing she should have said, she realized, as she saw him leer. He pulled her close and squeezed her breasts with his hand. "Just what I was thinking."
"No, please, Mr. Stetson," she said. "I don't want that"
"Sure you do, honey," he said, putting his hand between her legs. "Just let me massage you a little. It'll refresh you no end." He put his finger boldly into her cunt and wiggled it
"No!" she said, annoyed, slapping at his hand. "Don't do that. Please go, Mr. Stetson."
He glowered at her. "You're certainly a funny girl. Aren't you going to even let me finish my drink?"
"You've had a drink," she said tightly, "and I am b'red."
He looked at her curiously. Something in her tense manner bothered him. She had changed too completely to suit him in just a couple of moments.
"You know something, honey. I think you are trying to get rid of me." He got up and started looking around the room. Afraid that he would check the bedroom, she tugged at his arm.
"Look, you got me wrong. I-I don't want you to leave. If I sounded testy, it's because I've-well, I've been nervous about this case. Actually I'm glad you're here. I've been alone too much."
He smiled and sitting down, put his arm around her shoulder. "I understand. How about another drink? That'll make you feel better. I'll just stay a few minutes and then let you nap."
She agreed. Anything to stall for time. A moment after he gave her the drink, he opened her robe and began to caress her breast. She curbed an impulse to push his hand away. He had promised to leave soon. Somehow she would put up with his mauling, even though his lovemaking made her very tense. A second later, he lowered his lips to her breasts and began to suck them hungrily.
She moved as far-back as she could against the couch to get her breasts away from him, but he followed her greedily. Meanwhile his fingers began to caress her inner thighs. She braced herself as his fingers dug into her cunt hairs.
"Let me take your panties off," he whispered. "It's much easier that way." He pulled them off quickly and then spread her thighs wide open. Staring at her cunt he laughed out loud.
"I've never seen such a wet, slippery pussy in my life. You must have been ready for a guy, right, honey? But I'll tell you, you're beautiful down there. Good enough to eat. In fact," he laughed. "I'm going to eat some of it right now."
He lowered his mouth to her crotch, and using the tip of his tongue, began to tease her slit. She held her breath as his tongue continued to move around her pussy. Then he began to lick the moisture from her cunt
"You taste good, honey," he said exultantly. "Just like good clam chowder. Open wider."
Jill's eyes closed to shut out the sight of the man running his tongue over her pussy. At the same time, despite herself, she was getting excited. The man, as loathsome as he was, was still a man. When his moist tongue continued to lave her cunt, she jerked away from it, but as Stetson proceeded to eat her pussy, she was helpless to stop her own reaction.
It was stupid, insane even, but she was actually enjoying the idiot's cunt-lapping. One half of her brain was preoccupied with Tad and John in the bedroom, wondering what was happening there. The other half was slowly giving in to a feeling of ecstatic pleasure as the man between her thighs continued to suck her cunt. Suddenly Jill could not hold back any longer. Whether Tad was watching or not, a girl simply could not pretend nothing was going on inside of her as a man put his tongue way up her slit. As the tongue proceeded to probe the area of her clitoris, she widened her legs even more and began slowly to rotate her supple hips, moving her wet pussy smoothly, gently against Stetson's mouth.
"Aaaahhhh," Stetson said suddenly. "I wish I hadn't wasted any time with those drinks. You are fantastic, baby ... fantastic."
She glued her cunt to his mouth now, taking the full thrusts of his busy tongue. To support her crotch against his mouth better, she supported her weight on her elbows. It didn't matter who or what was watching from the other room now. The only thing that mattered was the orgasm that she expected to come at any moment. She braced herself for it, eyes closed, expecting it to explode inside her, when suddenly she felt his mouth pull away from her. Her eyes boggled as she saw why he had withdrawn. He had unzipped-his fly and was pulling out his prick. It was without question the largest cock she had ever seen. A long, knobby beast that stuck out an enormous distance from his black bush.
"Eat it for me, baby. I'm going out of my mind. Suck it a minute and then I'll put it inside you."
His words horrified her. But she had to do something. Obviously the best thing would be to go down on him till he came, and satisfy him that way. It would be quick and he would leave, giving Tad more time to deal with John.
Obediently, she raised her head to meet his cock and swallowed its head. He smiled gratefully as she nursed his pecker with her tongue, getting it more and more excited. She sucked it slowly and steadily, as he moaned with pleasme.
"My balls," he whispered. "Get my balls too. I love it when a girl licks them."
She grimaced, but lowered her tongue to the testicles below his pecker. He groaned out loud as he felt the action of her tongue, and she was so sure he was about to come that she redoubled her ardor. Now she began to zip her tongue over his cock twice as fast as before and moved her hand up to play with his balls.
"Oh, baby, that's terrific," he cried. "Don't stop, don't stop!" His groans continued so loudly that she was sure he was about to climax. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the spurt of semen that would jet into her mouth. She was expecting to taste its saltiness when suddenly she was startled again by his withdrawal. Without warning, he pulled his cock from her mouth. A moment later, he turned her around on the couch and pulled up her skirt
"What are you doing?" she cried.
Without saying anything, he mounted her backside and plunged his cock between her cheeks. , "No ... Oh, God ... no, not that," she begged. "Please."
"You'll love it," he told her. "Just lie still. I've been dying to get into your ass ever since I walked in here."
As she felt his hard cock stab at her tiny anus, she became terrified. She remembered how huge his cock was. He would tear her tissues apart if he forced his way in, and that's what he was about to do. She could hear him panting for breath as he drove his cock harder and harder against her ass.
As his cock began to grind against her ass-hole like a relentless diamond drill moving into hard earth, she screamed for help.
"Help, help," she yelled. "He's lolling me."
As her screams filled the room, the bedroom door flew open and Tad rushed out, gun in hand. He slammed the butt of the weapon down hard on Stetson's head.
Jill's eyes widened with fear as she looked past him.
"WATCH OUT!" she yelled.
He ducked as a heavy candelabra flew past his head. Tad turned and fired at the bedroom as John lunged forward. He missed, but the terrified elder man raised his hands quickly and begged him to hold his fire.
"You bastard, I ought to kill you," he said angrily. He turned to Jill. In her fear and confusion, she was oblivious to the fact that she was sitting on the couch with her skirt hiked above her knees. She colored quickly as she saw John's eyes take in her naked pussy.
"All right, John," Tad said tersely. "Let's go home. I want that tape. Before you use it to frame me.'
"I should have killed you when I killed Laura," John said in a chagrined voice. "God knows I wanted to. When I caught you in bed with her, I wanted to shoot you both. I don't know why I didn't."
Tad looked triumphantly at. Jill, who nodded that she had heard John's confession to the murder.
"I'll tell you why you didn't kill me," Tad told him. "It was much more plausible to make it look as if I had murdered her after raping her. That way you could get your little revenge on us both and take all the estate as well. It was beautiful. All you had to do was hang the rap on me and' the tape would nail me."
He stared at the man he had called father all his life and sighed. He was tired of the whole thing, tired of murders and cops and being chased all over town. As his eyes roved over Jill's beautiful body, he thought of how much more fun it would be to get between the sheets with her and between her gorgeous thighs, to sink his cock into her glorious snatch and forget the rest.
But there was still work to be done. He would find his favorite place between her lovely legs later and do nothing else for twenty-four horns.
"Let's go, Big Daddy," he said sarcastically. "There's a police station a mile from here."
"Police station?" John said confused. "I thought you wanted to get the tape she made."
"What tape are you talking about?" Tad said innocently. "The only tape she made was the one you erased. Her entire confession was on that one." He smiled. "Not that it matters. You just confessed your own crime before Jill."
John's eyes widened with astonishment as Tad shoved him toward the door.