Chapter 9
True Fitzgerald slipped out of her shorts and halter the moment the door to the living room closed behind Sheriff Zimel. She tossed them up into the air, pirouetted about and faced the startled white man.
"On the couch, on the floor-where?" she said with a deep, throaty sigh of excitement
"Well, I-I...." Rasco's lips continued to move, but no words came from his mouth. He was unable to take his eyes from the ripe perfection that was her enormous breasts. Sweat poured down from his face, staining the collar and shoulder of his shirt.
True did a little bump and grind and began to giggle as Rasco groaned. His cock was like a caged jungle animal, perking about frantically in his pants, desperately trying to find its way to freedom.
"Cat got your tongue, Sheriff?"
"Huh-what?"
"I hope you're not one of those dudes who can only fuck in a bed," the black woman cooed, her ripe lips forming a seductive pout. "There's too much of ole Moses in the bedroom for me to get into a really moving thing, lover!"
Rasco dropped to his knees, spread his arms in a gesture of helplessness. "I-I. . T He shook his head, wiped the back of his hands across his lips.
"Hey, I know, lover," True said brightly. "What about on the dining room table? I mean, it's oak-strong and heavy! Yeah, I think I could really get into some fantastic rocking and rolling sprawled out on my back on the top of that thing. I really do...."
I'm afraid I'd never make it into the dining room," Rasco said. "Really, my legs-they're so weak. I don't think I can move from this spot!"
"Hey, that's cool-no sweat," True said. She jiggled her way over to the couch, moving to a rhythm that she alone could hear, scooped up a throw pillow and then dropped it onto the rug in front of the sheriff. "Right here on the floor is cool with me, lover!"
"Oh, True, I-I...."
She eased her rump down onto the pillow, spread her long, shapely legs. Rasco began to lean forward, but True put a hand to his chest, stopping him.
"Don't you think you ought to get out of your duds first, lover?" she said. "I mean, that badge and belt buckle are bad enough. They'd do a real number on my body. But that gun on your hip is too much-it would really fuck with my head. No woman could really cut loose while you're wearing that!"
"Oh, yeah-right," Rasco said in frustration. True waited several moments, sighing. But when Rasco failed to move she finally reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. The sheriff moaned, took her hands in his and kissed the tips of her fingers. "True, are you really sure about all of this?" he said. "You don't just want-I don't know, something out of me and this is a prepayment on it?"
"Oh, Rasco-Rasco," the black woman said. "All I want is to get laid, lover. Really, that's all!"
"But it doesn't make any sense," the white man said, and shook his head from side to side. "A beautiful woman like you and a pot-bellied man like me. I mean, I-I...."
"Look, don't go getting philosophical on me, man," True said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Ain't it enough that I want you inside me? That I want to feel that roll of love meat swelling inside my gash?"
"But it don't make any sense. I'm Rasco Zimel-not Joe-Don Baker, for Christsake!"
"Listen, honky, we can talk about all this later," True said. "Right now I want you stripped for action!"
"I really don't think so," the sheriff said. He started to get to his feet but True grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him back down to his knees.
"You ain't getting out of here without first slapping some of that white peter on me," she snarled. "Not after we come this far, lover. You hear me, Mister Policeman? You hear what I'm telling you...."
Rasco nodded, his chin buried against his chest Without looking up he began to undress. He unbuckled his gun belt, set it down on the floor, and then unpinned his gold badge and set it next to the gun and gun belt.
"Better get rid of that other belt, too, Rasco," True said with a sigh. "That buckle could cut my belly to ribbons!"
The sheriff moved like a man in a fog, releasing the catch on his belt buckle and then slipping the belt from around his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, zipped open the fly. True began to grin as she reached inside his pants and released his hard, quivering cock.
"Ohhhoowheeee," she cooed, and planted a long, wet surging kiss on the face of his manhood. "You sure you ain't got some colored blood in you some place, Rasco? I ain't never before seen a white man with this much love meat."
Rasco touched his hands down against her shoulders, and she fell backward onto the rug. "Come, baby," True cooed, "take my Thursday afternoon cherry for me!"
"True, I-I...."
"You don't need words, lover," the black woman cried happily. 'Tour cock can carry on all the conversation that we'll ever need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Rasco leaned forward, resting on his hands and knees. He hesitated for a moment and then began to poke at True's pelvis with the head of his pecker. "Keep going, Sheriff," the woman cooed. "You're bound to find that gash sooner or later-it's certainly big enough!"
"Help me, True," Rasco whimpered. "Please, I...."
The black woman slipped her hand down between the crush of their bodies, curled her fingers around the shaft of his thundering cock and guided its head to the dark, shimmering lips of her love hole.
"Now-spear me, honky," True cried. "Drive that roll up into my cunt. Cmon, lover-ride. Fuck me. Cmon, you big, beautiful bastard-fuck mel Fuck me, fuck me...."
Rasco eased his meat down into the wet, sucking cavern that was her love hole, and the soft, spongy tissue there began to quiver and snap, wrapping itself tightly around the shaft of his dork.
"Oh-oh, God, True," he cried. "That is so nice, woman. So-so alive and wet and...."
"Are you going to talk me to climax, lover?" True said. "If you are, I'd rather hear what your pecker has to say about the subject. Cmon, baby-move!"
Rasco tried to kiss her but she turned her face away from him. "True, I-I don't understand," he said. "Don't you want to kiss me?"
"All I want is for you to fuck me, honky," the black woman said. "We ain't lovers-just two animals serving each other's needs. I can get all the petting and sweet talk I want from ole Moses. Now, suppose we forget all the bullshit and get that pecker of yours moving!"
"We're not animals, True," Rasco said quietly. "We're two human beings. We're...."
"Shut up, shut up-and fuck me," True cried. "Don't you dare spoil this for me with a whole lot of bullshit words that don't mean nothing no way!"
"Alright," the sheriff said sadly. He slipped his hands down under True's bottom, began to knead the flesh there between his fingers as he moved his hips against her. "Is this what you want, True?"
"Yeah-only faster, baby," the black woman cried. "Slam that meat into my pussy...."
Rasco lifted True's rump up from the pillow, began to plunge his cock in and out of her love hole-but for some reason he was unable to strike a rhythm where he could really cut loose and give the black woman what she wanted. "Put your legs up over my shoulders," he rasped. "You want it wild-okay! Get your legs up on my shoulders!"
True moved her legs out to the side, waiting while the sheriff moved his arms out of the way. She hooked her legs up over his shoulders, curling her toes together behind his back. Rasco filled his hands with the meat of her bottom once again, pulled her snatch up against his cock as he raised up onto his knees. "Now," he cried.
"FUCK ME," True moaned. "Please, lover...."
Rasco cried out in frustration as he began to move against her, driving his cock deeply into her bubbling cauldron and then pulling it back out to a point where only the head remained within the sputtering mass of wet, sucking tissue and convulsing muscles.
True began to grind her dripping vulva up against the white man, slamming it up to meet each downward stroke of his love meat and then rippling it away as he began to withdraw, and all the time the muscles within her snatch continued to suck at his cock, wrapping themselves frantically against his invader, twisting and jerking.
"Yeah, baby-ride," True cried. "Ride, ride...."
"It-I don't think I can hold off much longer, True," Rasco cried. "I'm close; I'm so very close!"
"No-please," True groaned. "Don't go off without me, Rasco. Please-hold off. I-tm getting there, lover. It won't take much longer!"
I'll try, I'll try," Rasco groaned. "But...."
As if in a dream, he seemed to hear someone crying out in the most frantic sort of way-moaning and wailing, the cry rising and falling like the wail of a siren, and it was the longest time before he realized that all those strange, almost frightening noises were coming from his own mouth.
I'm there," he cried. I'm there, I'm there...."
"No-you bastard," True wailed. "Not yet. Don't you go off yet! I need just a bit more, Rasco. A minute-thirty seconds. Please, please-hold off!"
"I-oh, God, True, I can't! I can't!"
His toes began to snap against one another as his orgasm exploded like a bomb going off inside him. He cried out True's name again and again as his load of love juice spurted from the face of his tool in wave after wave of the rawest sensation he had ever known in his life.
"Oh, True-lover," he cooed. I'm so sorry!"
"You bastard," the black woman cried, and smashed her open hands across his face. "You lousy, motherfucking, honky ... another fifteen seconds and I would have gone off right with you. Fifteen seconds, Rasco...."
"I-I'm sorry, True," the sheriff cried. "Really, I couldn't help myself. I never felt anything like that pussy of yours in all my life...."
"What good does that do me?" the black woman demanded. "I need to get my gun, man. I'm right there, right at the edge-so close, and the pain is killing me!"
"I-I could eat you," Rasco sputtered. "Yeah, let me loose and I'll...."
"No, I need your cock, Rasco. I need your cock...."
Rasco heard a strange sound and jerked his head in the general direction he thought it came from. He looked up into the smiling faces of Mark and Luke, Moses' sons. Mark had a movie camera in his hand. Luke had a .45 automatic in his, and he had the barrel pointed at Rasco's head.
"What the hell is this?" the sheriff demanded.
"Never mind those chumps," True cried. Take care of my needs first, honky. C'mon, you bastard...."
"What is going on?" Rasco cried. He tried to pull away from True but she held onto him as if her life depended on it "Please-somebody, tell me what this is all about!"
"You take care of business, Porky," Luke snarled. "Then the four of us is going to have a nice, long conversation. You go on, Blue. Mark got about three or four minutes of film left in his camera, anyway."
"No, I-I...."
Rasco looked like a man who had just been clobbered in the gut with a baseball bat. He seemed unaware of the fact that True had slipped a hand down between the crush of their bodies once again and was in the process of curling her fingers around the shaft of his cock.
"There," she squealed happily. I've got it!"
She began to grind the head of his spent, flaccid tool up against the peak of her hard, angry clit rubbing away faster and faster as she began to cry out with joy, announcing the approach of her climax.
"Yeah-see, see, Blue," she cried. "It don't have to be hard to get the job done. Ole Moses taught me that. It don't have to be ... oh, God, I-I'm there!"
She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and biting down frantically on her bottom hp, and then she began to thrash about like someone in the throes of a grand mal fit, crying out that she was coming.
"Oh, yeah, Rasco-yeah, yeah!"
Each time her orgasm began to die down she returned the face of his cock to her clit and rubbed it violently against that tortured cone until she began to climax again.
"You can stop now, Mama," Mark said. "I'm out of film!"
"No," True cried. I've still got more inside me!"
"Hey, bitch-you weren't suppose to dig on this pig's pecker," Luke cried. "What kind of shit is this? Get your ass up off the floor!"
Rasco tried to pull away from True, but once again she held him in a death grip. "You just keep your mouth shut, boy," she snarled at Luke. "I'll let you know when I'm ready!"
"You're ready now, cunt," Luke said, and grabbed the sheriff by the shoulders and jerked him away from the undulating body of his stepmother. "Fucking bitch...."
True got to her feet with fire in her eyes. She walked over to Luke and slapped him hard across the face. "You ever pull a stunt like that again, boy, and-I swear, I'll kill your black ass for you. You hear?"
"I hear," the black man snarled. "I hear . ... "
He grabbed Rasco by the front of the shirt, shoved the white man toward the couch, and motioned for him to sit down. "You got your head together enough to listen to us, pig?"
The sheriff nodded, looked down at his shoes.
"We need a favor, Blue," the woman said. "It ain't no big thing-not for you, but we had to make sure that you'd do it. That's why we took the movie!"
"That's blackmail, True," Rasco said.
"Yeah, well-we the right color for it." Mark said.
"I'd expect that from Luke, Mark," Rasco said. "I mean, everyone knows he isn't bright enough to think up something original-but I always thought you were pretty clever!"
"Listen, Porky," Luke sputtered.
"Cool it, little brother," Mark said. "Go fix yourself a drink or something!"
"You got any wine, True?" Luke said as he continued to glare at the sheriff.
"Yeah, in the fridge," the woman said. "There's some good bourbon there, too. Make me a highball while you're at it. Blue, you want a drink?"
The sheriff shook his head. "Will someone please tell me what the hell this is all about?" he demanded. "I mean, you must be planning on robbing a bank or something to go to this end to put me in a box!"
"No-nothing like that, Blue," True said. "I swear to you. It ain't even illegal. Not really...."
Luke returned with True's highball, handed it to her and then walked over to the picture window and looked out at the fields of soybeans.
"What we need from you, Blue, is really a simple sort of thing," True said. "Ole Moses will go into town tomorrow, just like he does every Friday. Hell close down Eddie Pickel's gin mill and then head for home!"
"But he ain't going to make it home," Luke said. "What does that mean?" Rasco said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because you're going to bust him for drunk and disorderly and hold him until Sunday morning," Mark said bitterly.
"Bust your father-that's crazy," the sheriff said. "I mean, he's been going into town to tie one on for every Friday since the end of World War II. He may be drunk but that man is never disorderly. He's a gentleman!"
"Tomorrow hell be disorderly, pig," Luke said as he rejoined the others. "And you'd better make damned certain that he sets his bony ole ass in that slammer until Sunday morning-or a whole lot of copies of this film will find its way into the hands of a whole lot of people!"
"But if you do like we say," Mark said, "you get the film and no harm done. We got a deal?"
"You still haven't told me why you want ole Moses out of the way," Rasco said.
"I told you, Rasco," True said. "I'm a young woman-and I've got a young woman's needs. The boys and me are going to have a little party and...."
"That's right," Mark said. "Ole Moses would cramp our style, Sheriff. I mean, c'mon, you can dig it, man. Poor True been fighting it for a long time. She got a whole lot of need built up inside her!"
"Put the gun away," Rasco said. "I can't think when someone's holding a gun on me!"
"There really ain't nothing for you to think about, Blue," the black woman said. "We ain't asking for all that much. Two days in the slammer won't hurt the old man!"
"How do I know you'll stick to your end of the bargain?" Rasco said. "I mean, you can keep that film, and then any time you're in the mood for a fling with-ah, the boys here you pull this number on me all over again!"
"First off, because I don't want that film shown around any more than you do, Rasco," True said. "And second off, because I'm telling you we'll give it to you!"
"And you always keep your word?"
"You ever know me to lie, Sheriff?"
"You don't consider what you just did a he, True? Coming on like you had the hots for me and then pulling a trick like this? That's not a lie?"
"It was a con-not a he!"
"I fail to see the difference," Rasco said. "Still, I don't have a choice!" He stood up, zipped closed his fly and refastened his belt. He started to pick up his badge and gun and then heard the safety on Luke's .45 being released. "Okay, be cool. I'll bust the old man tomorrow night!"
"Mark, you'd better take off with the film before I let the sheriff get his piece," Luke said, and grinned. "Honkies don't have no sense no way, and I'd hate to see him try anything dumb now that we have an agreement!"
"Yeah, that makes sense," True said. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't both you boys split. I'll keep the sheriff here for another ten minutes or so!"
"Yeah-right," Mark said. "Cmon, Luke!"
"Why-why?" Luke demanded bitterly. "So True can get another quickie with us gone? Fuck that noise!"
"You got a bad mouth, Luke," True said.
"Hey, mama-I was here," the young man cried. "I seen the way you were grooving on that white cock. You ain't shitting nobody about nothing, bitch!"
True turned to Mark. "If the two of you aren't out of here by the time I count to ten-well, the whole deal is off. I mean it! Either one of you give me any more crap and I swear I'll tell Moses about everything, right from the jump!"
"C'mon, little brother," Mark said, and slipped a protective arm around Luke's shoulders. "Everything is cool, man. Let's get out of here. Okay?"
"I don't dig taking orders from some bitch, man," Luke snarled. "Even if it is True...."
"One, two, three," the black woman cried angrily. "Four, five, six...."
"Okay, okay-we're leaving," Luke said. "But I ain't never going to forget you for this!"
Rasco waited until the brothers had left before he turned to True.-"Now," he said with a sigh of frustration, 'suppose you tell me what this is really all about? You don't need the old man in the slammer just to have an orgy!"
"Don't push it, Rasco," True said.
"Is it going to hurt the old man?"
"It'll hurt him a lot worse if you don't do exactly as I told you," the black woman said, and slowly shook her head.
"Can you give me something to go on? A tiny clue?"
"You know that Moses thinks the sun rises and sets in those boys of his, don't you?" True said. "Well, unless you keep the old man in the pokey until Sunday morning-the sun will set on them for the last time Saturday night!"
"Are you saying someone is going to kill them?"
"Not if you go along with us!"
"Look, True, I...."
"I can't tell you anymore, Blue," the woman said. "I give you my word, I can't. I really can't!"
"Okay," Rasco said.
He picked up his badge and pinned it to his shirt He picked up his gun belt and refastened it around his hips. "I'll tell you something, lady. K anything bad comes to Moses because of this bullshit-film or not, I'll find the three of you and blow your heads from your shoulders. And I don't he, either!"
True swallowed hard. "I swear to you, Blue," she said in a quivering voice. 'I'm only doing this to protect Moses from something that could kill him!"
"You really love that old man, don't you, True?" Rasco said. "That's why you wouldn't kiss me before?"
"Maybe," she said. "But I do have a young woman's needs and I guess maybe Luke was right about my wanting seconds!"
"I couldn't do you any good, True," Rasco said. "I feel sick inside. I-I really do. Besides, never did like that wham, bang, thank-you ma'am stuff very much."
"It shows," True said with a grin. "The way you grabbed my ass. It was a lover's thing-real nice!"
"Yeah-well!"
"I'll walk you to your car, Blue!"
"Don't you think you ought to put some clothes on first?" Rasco said with a grin. "I know the closest neighbor is three miles away but there's always a chance someone will come down the road. That'd start a few tongues wagging!"
True was back into her halter and shorts by the time Rasco reached the front door. She followed after him as he walked down to the cruiser.
"You remember what I said about hurting the old man," the sheriff said as he slid behind the steering wheel and closed the car door behind him.
"Wait a minute, Rasco," True said as he started the engine on the police car. "That thing that happened to us-not all of it was because of a need to put you in a box!"
"What was it then?"
"I don't think I can put it into words," the black woman said. "Maybe I'm just trying to ease my guilt a bit, make me feel less like a whore. Forget it!"
Rasco touched her hand. "I'll tell you something, True," he said. "You're free to accept it or not, but I swear it is gospel. I'm forty-six years old and I've probably had sex with more than two hundred women in my life ... and not one of them ever moved me the way you did."
"Oh, Blue. What a nice thing .". ."
"It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced," the sheriff continued. "I'm only sorry that I was unable to hold off until you were there, too!"
True stuck her head inside the car, kissed Rasco tenderly on the lips. When she pulled away, the gray -haired man could see that there were tears in her eyes. She started to say something, changed her mind, and then turned on her heels and raced toward the house as fast as her bare feet would carry her.