Chapter 10
"The doctor said that I can only stay for a few minutes, Nancy," the sheriff said as he tiptoed over to her hospital bed. "How you feeling, sunshine?"
"Oh, about like someone who's been run over by a bulldozer or something," the redhead said and smiled weakly. "I hate to be in a hospital. It gives me the creeps. Have you seen my old man? Is he okay? Can he come to see me soon?"
"I've got him in jail, Nancy," Rasco said softly.
Nancy looked surprised. "Whatever for?" she said.
"He thought he'd killed you this time," Rasco said. "The doctor here said-well, he said someone had given you a real going over this time. You really don't look all that bad, if you want my opinion!"
Nancy's face was covered with bruises and there was a huge bandage at the left side of her face, running from her chin to her ear. There was a smaller bandage over her right eye. The doctor had told Rasco that nine of her ribs were fractured-four on one side, five on the other.
"It looks a lot worse than it really is," the redhead said. "Did that crazy doctor tell you that I could be out of this bed in a day or two if nothing turns up!"
"He said Monday, Nancy!"
"Okay, Monday-big deal," the redhead said. "You're not going to keep Billy in jail, are you? Hell lose his job and-besides, jail ain't no place for a man like him!"
"Nancy, he-he...." The sheriff let his words trail off. "You know I can't hold him without a charge, and you're the only one who can make a complaint!"
"Hey, I've got nothing to complain about, Blue," Nancy said. "You know as well as me that I deserved every slap, every kick that poor slob gave me!"
"Nancy, no man has the right to...."
"Rasco, he caught me in bed with another man-again, and he blew his cool," the redhead said. "Hell, he only did what you or any other man would have done under the same set of circumstances. I ain't making no complaint! I won't!"
"Then there can't be a charge!"
"Well, good...."
"I admire you for that, Nancy," Rasco said. "But I'm more than a little afraid that he's really going to hurt you one of these times. Hell, woman, you could end up dead!"
"The only thing wrong with that is that poor Billy would have to sit his ass in the pen for twenty years or so because of it," Nancy said. "But I've decided to divorce him, Rasco. Really, I'm going to. I know I've said it a dozen times before but this time I really mean it. I don't deserve him!"
"I know you mean it now-at this moment, Nancy," Rasco said with a little shrug. "But come Monday...."
"I know, I know," the redhead said. "Listen, Blue, do you think maybe it's something a shrink could help me deal with? I mean, I always figured it was something in my blood-like mama and Hanna!"
"The medicos are doing some pretty amazing things!"
"Billy said he wanted me to do it!"
"Yeah, he loves you an awful lot, lady!"
"I know. The poor slob!"
"Has Hanna been around to see you yet?"
"Naw, she called-twice," Nancy said. "She's expecting a visit from you out to the motel pretty soon-at least that is what she said. She was all excited about whatever it was you're bringing to her-as if I didn't know!"
"I was on my way out there, but-well, Billy made me promise that I'd stop by here first," Rasco said. "He's got himself convinced that he's killed you, won't believe me when I tell him you're okay!"
"Oh, that poor slob," Nancy said. "I'd sure like to see him or-or something, Rasco!"
"I'll try to bring him out a bit later but I've got to keep him locked up until the medicos here release you!"
"I understand that," Nancy said.
"Look, how'd you like to talk with him on the phone?" the sheriff said. "I'd bet that'd make the both of you feel a lot better-especially Billy!"
"I'd love that, Blue! Could I?"
Rasco picked up the phone at the side of her bed, dialed his office. "Mary Beth, listen," he said. "I want you to have this call transferred to the lock-up. Tell Henry or whoever's on duty that I want him to bring Billy Meeks to the phone. Alright?" Rasco lowered the phone against his chest, looked down at Nancy and winked. He heard a muffled voice and returned the receiver to his ear. "Billy," he said. "There's someone here who wants to say hey to you."
He handed Nancy the phone, threw her a mock salute and then tiptoed out of the room, humming happily to himself. It was the first time he felt good since he had first received the phone call from Billy that morning!
"Do you plan to keep your shorts and t-shirt on, Bobby?" Hanna Samualson said as she sprawled out on her back in the middle of the huge bed in the master bedroom of her personal suite at the Crossroad's Motel. "I want you naked, too, kid!"
"Well, ma'am, I...."
"Do you need some help, lover?" the redhead said. "Is that your problem, sweetheart?"
"Look, lady, I...."
"I thought you were happy to be out of that filthy jail," Hanna said. "But if you'd like to go back, I'm sure that Sheriff Zimel would be happy to come back and...."
The boy sighed hopelessly. "I guess I could use the help you offered," he said. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but there must be something!"
Hanna rolled up into a sitting position, eased her long, slender legs over the edge of the bed. "C'mere, pretty boy," she said. "You can at least meet me halfway with this thing. Okay?" The boy shrugged, sauntered over to the bed and stood in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"This okay?" Bobby said.
"Better stoop down a little," Hanna said. "You're taller than I thought at first!"
The boy shrugged and did as she suggested. Hanna began to tug at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to his chest. The boy pulled his hands through the arm holes, first the left and then the right. The woman slipped the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. "Now for the main event," Hanna cooed, and began to giggle as she pulled at the waistband of his boxer shorts. "Oh, yes-yes, yes!"
Bobby began to wiggle his hips as the redhead slipped his shorts down along his thin, well-developed legs. Finally she had them down around his ankles. The boy stepped out of them and kicked them clear across the room.
"You know something, lover," Hanna cooed. "You are one beautiful hunk of man. Yes sir-" She paused just long enough to curl her slender fingers around the shaft of his long and meaty tool. "-A real beautiful man!"
"Do you mind if I join you on the bed?" Bobby said. 'I'm feeling a bit weak in the knees!"
"It's fine as long as you'll kiss my nipples for me," Hanna said. I've got a real thing about having my titties sucked by a beautiful, young man!"
"Well," Bobby said as she sat down on the bed and looked long and hard into the redhead's radiant face. "I ain't too sure about being beautiful, but I am young-and ain't nothing I like better than sucking on titties!"
"Oh, you're such a tease," Hanna said with a giggle. "My tits are right here, sweetheart-ready and waiting for you to give them a sample of your abilities as a lover!"
Bobby swallowed hard, quickly lowered his mouth down against Hanna's high, proud breasts and began to flick his hot tongue across the peaks of her nipples. "How, lady-how's that?" he said with a grin. "I mean that's only a taste-a sample of a sample!"
"Yeah, well-don't be such a tease, lover," Hanna cooed as she reached out and curled her hands around the back of his head and eased his lips and tongue back down against her waiting breasts. "Please, baby...."
Bobby drew one of the nipples up into his mouth and began to suck on it, holding the root tightly with his lips as he swirled the tip of his tongue wildly against the peak of that hard, screaming pap.
"Yeah, that's more like it," Hanna cooed. "Oh, that's nice, lover. That's very nice!"
She began to roll her bony hips in undulation as she closed her eyes, moaning softly, deep within her throat. The boy spit her pap from his mouth, lip-nibbled his way over to her other breast and quickly took the nipple there up into his mouth, repeating the process he had gone through with the first one. Hanna arched her shoulders, thrusting her exploding tits up against the boy's swirling tongue and sucking lips.
"Oh, that's fine, Bobby," Hanna moaned. "Really, lover, I just love it!"
The boy switched back to the first nipple as he began to rub his pelvis against her thigh. His manhood was hard and throbbing, screaming with the most intense sense of need he had ever known. Twelve days in jail had left him with a sense of horniness that was frightening. "Oh, Jesus," he cried as he spit her pap from his mouth. "I-oh, God, Hanna, I-I-I feel like-I'm going to come already!"
"No-wait," the woman cried. "Just relax a bit...."
But even as she spoke the boy's toes began to snap and his orgasm struck like a tropical storm. He humped away at her skinny thigh, crying out in triumph, as his load of bright, shimmering jism spattered frantically across her thighs and belly in a dozen gooey mounds.
"Oh, no-Jesus, I-I...."
Bobby pulled away from Hanna, buried his face against the pillow. Hanna picked up the hand towel from the nightstand next to his bed and wiped her body. She reached out with her free hand and tussled the boy's long, golden hair, grinning brightly. "It's alright, lover," she said. "Hey, c'mon."
The boy turned to face her, shame and something that went beyond shame etched in his face. "That never happened to me before," he moaned. "I swear-not once. This is the first, the only time. God, I feel like such a fuck-up!"
"Hey, it's no big thing," Hanna cooed. "Really, Bobby. If I have my way that beautiful rod will be up and down so many times tonight one more or less won't be missed!"
"But it never happened before," Bobby said. "Not even when I was a kid!"
"You've just spent twelve days in jail," the redhead said. "You've been out for what? Less than two hours, right? Give yourself a break, kid. The transition is bound to be a little difficult-at least at first! C'mon, relax!"
"Do you really think that's all it is, ma'am?" the boy said. "Some sort of readjustment thing?"
"What else could it be, lover?"
"Something happened to me while I was in jail," the boy said in a raspy whisper. "Something-well pretty terrible. Something that may have-ah, done something to my head! Just maybe I won't be able to function right anymore, with a woman, I mean. Like a man should . ... "
"Oh, bullshit," Hanna groaned.
"No, really," Bobby said. "This thing, it-ah . .
"Tell me what happened," Hanna said sternly.
The boy's eyes grew big and round. "No-no," he cried. "I couldn't do that!"
"Some goon took your cherry in there," Hanna said. "Isn't that the terrible thing? That pretty face and long blond hair gave some clown the hots and he fucked you in the ass, Bobby. That's it-isn't it?"
"Oh, God," the boy cried. "Does it show? How ..'. how did you know, Hanna?"
"It's simple a process of deduction, Bobby," the redhead said and touched the tips of her fingers to his lips. "Cmon, what could be the most terrible thing that could happen to a young boy?"
"But-but-but...."
"You can't let it mess with you head!"
"I ain't no queer," the boy said miserably. "I fought it, Hanna. The other prisoners, the guard-they all laughed when I begged them to help me!"
"Bobby, I-I can't change any of that!"
"I ain't no queer; I ain't-I really ain't!"
"Do you think I would have asked you here if I thought that about you, lover?" Hanna said. "I picked you out of all the men in that holding tank. I picked you because-well, to me, you were the most man there!"
"Really," the boy said, brightening. "I kind of thought the sheriff might have told you what happened to me and you felt sorry for me because of what had happened, and that you-ah, you ... I don't know!"
"Whatever you thought," Hanna said, "the reason I picked you is because you turned me on-set the love juice down in my snatch to flowing!"
"No kidding?"
"Girl Scout's honor," Hanna said as she wet the tip of a finger and drew an invisible "X" over her heart "Now, can we get back to some serious fucking, lover?"
"Wait," Bobby cried. "One more question! Did you know that I was raped before I told you?"
"No way," Hanna lied.
"And it doesn't make any difference to you?"
"I'm sorry that it happened to you, baby," the redhead said as she took his hands and set them down against her bosom once again. "But it makes you none the less attractive, none the less desirable!"
"Thank you," the boy said.
"You really want to thank me, Bobby?" Hanna said as she took one of his hands and guided it down across the hard, knotted agony that was her belly and into the thick, wiry patch of fiery red fuzz that was her pubic hair. "Then love me! I've got to make this night last a long, long time, lover. And you, Bobby, are the only one that can do that for me!"
"Oh, Hanna-Hanna," the boy cried out in joy, and then kissed her savagely as he moved the tips of his fingers through her pelt and let them come to rest on the wet shimmering lips of her hot, wildly throbbing vulva. "I will. I swear-really, I will!" He nibbled his way down to her breasts and recaptured one of the paps there.
Hanna curled her fingers over the back of his hand at her cunt and forced his fingers down into the wet, sucking ooze of her quivering pink flesh that was her snatch. The boy quickly dipped a finger down into that wildly bubbling cauldron and then began to moan in joyous surprise as he felt the strong, rippling muscles there begin to pull at his probe, sucking away madly, drawing it deeply into her quim.
"You ever felt a pussy like that before, Bobby?" Hanna cooed, her voice heavy with pride. "Have you?"
"No-I sure ain't," the boy said.
"Wait until you feel it wrapped around your cock, lover," the redhead said. "Wait until you feel it rolling and twitching and-and everything!"
"Oh, Hanna-wow. I'm getting hard again. I can feel my cock springing back to lif e!"
"I wondered what that was I felt beating against my thigh, lover," Hanna cooed, laughing. "You see, I told you it was all going to work out just fine!"
"Yes, ma'am-you sure did!"
"If you call me ma'am again, lover," the redhead said, "I will be forced to break both of your legs. Here in bed you can call me Hanna-or bitch or cunt, anything you like but ma'am! You got that?"
"Yeah, Hanna," the boy said with a smile.
"Now, I'd like you to frig me for a while!"
The boy wasted no time in sending his finger corkscrewing down inside her snatch, and Hanna cried out at the top of her voice as a series of exploding ripples turned her pale skin to goose flesh.
"Yes, Bobby. Yes, yes...."
The blond increased the rhythm of his probe, swirling the edge of his finger around the inside of her snatch in an ever increasing circle. He began to work up layers of bright, shimmering spunk, turning it to foam as it moved up out of the deepest reaches of her exploding cauldron.
"Oh, Bobby-Bobby, lover!"
Hanna began to writhe, undulating her thin, bony hips in a huge, sweeping circle, moving against the direction of the boy's finger. Her bottom began to sputter and snap, sending her pelvis rippling up against the boy's probe, raising higher and ever higher to greet each new downward plunge he made, crying out her frantic joy in a voice that could have been heard for miles and miles. She began to scoot about across the surface of the bed, slithering aimlessly, lost in the wonder of the young boy's magical touch.
"Hey, Bobby-easy," the redhead cried. "I-I'm getting too close, lover. Slack off a bit, will you? Hey, Bobby, lover-c'mon now, I...."
The only way that Hanna could stop him was to grab his wrist and force his finger away from the seething agony that was her pussy. "Oh, God, Bobby-wow!" she moaned.
"Did I do something wrong, Hanna?"
"Oh, no-no way," the woman cried. "It's just that I thought it was about time I showed you what those educated muscles in my snatch could do when they have a real hunk of love meat to work with!"
"Huh-what?"
"I want you to fuck me now," the redhead said. "I want to feel your manhood moving inside my cunt It's the best sort of orgasm for me ... although I really must say that I was enjoying the finger job you were giving me!"
The boy quickly worked his way into a position between her long, thin legs. He knelt there, gazing down at the strange woman in fascination. His cock began to sputter and jerk, the thick, bulbous head pounding frantically against the shimmering lips of her trembling vulva.
"I sure am glad you picked me, Hanna," he said as he slowly lowered himself down against her. "I-I've never known a woman like you before!"
"Have you known all that many, lover?"
The boy shrugged, sighing. "Anything I tell you would sound like a brag-two or two hundred," he said. "Besides, I sure don't want to talk about anyone other than you at this moment I don't even want to think about them!"
"You're a poet Bobby Reese...."
"Yeah, I am," the boy grinned. "Me and Dylan Thomas!"
The redhead reached down and took the shaft of his thick, hard prick in her hand. She spread her legs and guided the face of his thundering love meat to the lips of her sputtering, frantic quim.
"Easy, Bobby," she said. "Hanna likes an easy rider!"
"I don't think that's going to be too easy," the boy said with a grin. "Not with those educated muscles down there in your love-hole!"
"Well, I-I guess you'll just have to do the best you can," Hanna said, and kissed the tip of his nose. "That's all anyone can ask-that you do your best!"
The boy slipped the head of his pecker down into her hot, bubbling cauldron and then cried out wildly as the redhead kicked her legs high up into the air, drawing his tool down quickly into her frantic pussy flesh. The wet, velvety tissue there sprang at his roll, vibrating wetly as it drew tighter and ever tighter.
"Oh, God.."
"You like that, huh?" Hanna said with a grin. "You ain't seen nothing yet, lover!"
"It's so-so...." but there were no words to describe the sensations that raced through his body at that moment. He began to pant, like a shaggy dog fighting the heat of August, and then suddenly pressed his lips against the redhead's mouth and kissed her savagely.
Hanna drew the boy's tongue down into the wet, sucking cavern that was her mouth and began to suck away at it as she wrapped her legs around his back, curling her toes together in a death-grip. She hesitated for a moment, waiting for Bobby to settle down a bit, and then began to move against him, easing her hips into a rolling/sliding sort of pattern as she rippled her pelvis hotly against his hard, throbbing cock.
"Oh, Hanna-Hanna," the boy cried in a voice that seemed to crackle with need. "That is so nice!" Bobby held still as long as he could but at last he began to respond to her motion, unable to help himself. His movement was a bit strained at first, erratic and counterproductive, but after a time he managed to match his motion to hers, smoothing out his thrusting.
He withdrew a short section of his shank from Hanna's cunt and then slipped it back down again, adding a little dip with his hips just before the end of the stroke.
"Yeah, nice-very nice," Hanna cooed.
He increased the rhythm of his motion a bit-and the redhead stayed right with him. She slipped her hands around his back, cupped one around his neck and sent the other one way down over the cheeks of his ass to his balls. She began to toy with the dark, meaty sac there, squeezing it tenderly between her fingers-and Bobby flooded her face with a brace of wet, sucking kisses.
"Hanna, I-I...."
Bobby found himself wanting to tell the redhead that he loved her. What a crazy thing! She was probably old enough to be his mother. Still, there was no way to deny that she made him feel like no other woman had ever done. "Oh, Hanna-you are something else!"
"Fuck me, lover. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Hanna increased the rhythm of her rolling hips and rippling pelvis, wordlessly begging the boy to do the same. Bobby responded by driving his cock harder and harder into the gooey mass of pussy flesh.
He raised up on his knees, holding tight to the cheeks of Hanna's bottom. He cried out her name like a pagan priest invocating the name of his deity and began to ram away at her love hole with the screaming agony that was his fleshy invader. He drove it in, rippled it out, his enormous balls banging hotly against the quivering flesh of her flat, skinny bottom, sending ripples thundering through both their bodies.
Hanna began to moan as her orgasm began to take shape in the depths of her screaming cunt. I-I'm so close, lover," she cooed. I'm going to come. I-I ... oh, God, Bobby, it's so delicious! So-so...."
I'm there, too," the boy cried. "We can come together this time, Hanna. "We can-ohh, God, Hanna, I...."
It was impossible for either of them to tell who it was that went off first. Their orgasms were so intense and free, and they seemed to feed on one another, growing wilder and bolder with each passing second. They hit again and again-and yet again, each time with a distinct beginning, middle, and end, a-like only in the raw and sprawling intensity of their explosion. The boy's cock continued to shudder and jerk long after the last bit of jism had erupted from the face of his now flaccid prick.
Hanna thrashed about under him, moaning wildly, throwing her head from side to side as a series of after-orgasms worked their way from her body.
"Oh, God, Bobby," she cried. "That was so beautiful!"
"For me, too," the boy cried breathlessly. "Really, it was the most intense and-and...." He shrugged helplessly. "It was fantastic, lady. That's all I can really say-it was fantastic!"
He began to pull away from her, but Hanna tightened the grip she had around his back with her legs and curled her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body down tightly against her own once again. "Leave it in, lover," she cooed. 'It just feels so good, so very, very right!"
"Yeah, it sure as hell does!"
"Hey, hey-What's that I feel?" the redhead said with a grin. 'Is that thing starting to get hard again?"
"I-I can't be sure," the boy cried. "But it sure does feel like it, doesn't it?"
"It does, it does....
In less time than it takes to tell the boy's cock was hard again, bursting with a sense of anticipation and expectation that was-at best, a bit crazy. Hanna looked up at him with disbelief written on her face.
"It never happened like this before-getting hard so fast again," Bobby said.
"Your hammer thinks it's found a home," Hanna said with a giggle. "Well, baby-I'm ready!"
"Slow and easy again, Hanna?"
"No, not this time, lover!"
The boy let out a rebel yell and began to frail away at the redhead's snatch like a man being chased by a herd of pitch fork-wielding demons. He got up onto his knees again, dug the tips of his fingers savagely into her bottom and lifted her hips up against his grinding pelvis.
"Fuck me, lover," Hanna cried. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her snatch seemed to spring back to life, clutching frantically at his love meat, twisting and rolling, vibrating, wild with need and desire.
"Oh, damn-damn, damn," the boy cried.
"What is it, Bobby? What's wrong?"
"I can't hold it back, Hanna," he cried. "I'm about to come again!"
"Beautiful," Hanna cooed. I'm right there with you, Bobby. Let 'er go, baby!"
"Oh, Hanna-lover!"
A fresh set of orgasms stuck-and it was every bit as intense and wild, every bit as free swinging as the first. And once again it seemed to travel from body to body, feeding on itself, growing stronger and stronger with each fresh series of thundering spasms.
Finally Bobby seemed to collapse. Hanna let her legs slip from around his waist. They were both too drained of energy to do anything else, and so they lay there in each other's arms, panting, and after a moment they fell asleep.