Chapter 3
The two of them sat in the cubbyhole-like office of the gas station and stared out through the plate glass window. The one behind the desk, with a pile of bills in front of him, was Richard "Rickey Dick" Mario. He had black hair, cut short in back but falling over his eyes. His nose was large but not too long, and when he smiled it looked as if his front upper teeth overlapped his lowers. Like his partner, he wore blue denim pants and a blue denim jacket with the name Mickey printed on it That was because all the jackets had the name Mickey on them.
The other man, the one sitting off to the corner near the canned soda machine, was Michael "Slick Mickey" Enders. He was shorter than Dick by four inches. Where Dick had black hair, Mickey had dirty blond hair with a perfectly manicured mustache and van dyke. Mickey was also about ten pounds heavier than Dick even if he was shorter. His eyes had an almost evil cast to them as, with Dick, he stared across the street at the single story apartments. Almost everyone in those apartments used their service station because it was convenient. Equally important, they liked the service, even if they weren't crazy about Mickey and Dick's prices.
"Shell be coming out any minute now," Mickey said, sipping coffee from a paper cup. "Same damn routine every day. She drives her husband to the station, comes back, fills up one of her two cars here, then drives off. Wherever the hell she goes, it's far enough away for her to need to fill the damn car again. Lucky for her she has an odd number on one plate and an even number on the other. That way she knows she can get gas every day. This lousy gas shortage is really killing business."
"Yeah, but she's some fuckin' looker," Dick responded. "Man, I'd like to get into her fuckin' pants."
"Stop dreaming," Mickey told him. "Besides, with a little luck you'll be getting laid tonight, and real good."
"I don't see why your cousin should put out for me," Dick shrugged.
"It's simple," Mickey told him. "We have what's laughingly called a family curse. Both Laura and Myrna have been scared shitless about it. Laura's been screaming she would go off and do something about it. Myrna's too scared to think straight. Now if Myrna spends the evening with someone, namely you, then the so-called family ghoul will never be able to get to her. And Cousin Myrna has what is known as hot pants. It will take very little coaxing on your part to get her to pull them down."
"Yeah, but why me? She could mix with somebody else."
"Bullshit! We're having this birthday party for the two of 'em tonight. It's gonna be a masquerade party, see. Now I know for a fact Myrna's dressing up like Little Bo Peep. So you get a Little Tommy Tucker outfit, and she'll think your getting laid was ordained in Heaven. Dig?"
"But suppose there's something to this fuckin' curse. What then?"
"Get outta here. Who believes in shit like that in this day and age. There isn't any damn curse. But as long as Myrna thinks so, she'll let you take her off somewhere so the two of you can be locked away from the family ghoul when he supposedly shows up."
"What's this family ghoul supposed to do?" Dick asked.
"It's supposed to be a different one in each generation. Ji a male gets seduced in the previous generation then a female gets her ass banged in this one."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Well, if someone gets laid by a spirit that rises up from the dead, when that person dies, she too, will eventually rise up from the dead and bang a future male member of the family."
"So, what's so bad about that?"
"Incest. And anyone who commits incest has their soul doomed forever."
"Well, I'm glad I'm not a member of your family."
"Big deal. You're getting laid tonight, anyway."
"Yeah. And what about you?"
"Me? Well, if all goes well, I'm gonna make believe I'm the family ghoul and fuck cousin Laura."
"Isn't that also incest?"
"Don't be a horse's ass. Between first cousins screwing is allowed."
"Cheez. You're a real fuckin' bastard."
"Aren't we all. I've been dying to screw Laura for years. She has one of those dainty, petite, doll-like bodies I love."
"Hey, speakin' of bodies you love, here comes that fuckin' broad from across the street She's drivin' her husband to the station, now."
"He's such a lucky son of a bitch and he doesn't realize it. I've watched the way he treats her. He handles her like she's shit. What a shmuck."
"Well who knows? Maybe someday she'll let you fill her fuckin' box."
"No such luck."
The object of their scrutiny, Mrs. Alberta Barnett, was a long, willowy brunette. She had large, bullet-shaped tits and didn't wear a bra so they really bounced beneath her blue cloth coat. The see-through blouse she had on didn't really support them, but it wasn't designed for that reason. All it did was show her boobs off to their best advantage. Only the fact that she was wearing the coat kept Mickey and Dick from being able to enjoy watching the way they jiggled. She knew they were watching her. She'd laughingly nicknamed them the Boobsie Twins.
Abby, as everyone called her, had a fleshy waist, but because of her bit tits and large thighs no one seemed to much care. All they noticed was her large knockers and her slender calves, showing beneath the short grey skirt she was wearing beneath her coat.
Getting behind the wheel of her Toyota, she sulked a bit. Having to drive her husband, Harvey, to the damn station every morning was a big fat pain, but it was easier than letting him slap her around. Harvey was a mean son of a bitch, and if Abby had had the money, she'd have left him in a hurry. But she had no money of her own, and Harvey had told her more than once, if she wanted a divorce he'd grant it to her on the condition she didn't ask for a settlement.
Abby had married Harvey out of sheer necessity. She'd had a bad job, and was earning less than she'd needed on which to live decently. Harvey had come along, had fallen for her big tits, had asked her to marry him, and she had agreed, thinking it was easier than working for a living. But Harvey had turned out to be a stingy bastard. So every day, after Harvey left for work, Abby had to sneak off to work in a bar. Eventually she hoped to save up enough money to leave Harvey. But right now things looked difficult. The price of gasoline had gone sky-high, and though she earned more than it cost to continually fill up one of the two cars, she had put most of the money in a private savings account, and now, on Friday, she suddenly found herself with no money at all. She didn't know how she'd be able to get to work.
She didn't even look at Harvey as he got into the car, and he didn't bother looking at her. She automatically eased the car out onto the street, went to the corner, and turned right. Driving north, she silently cursed her husband for the jerk he was. He hadn't given her a decent lay in more than a year, and every morning at about this time, she felt her cunt begin to cream. Christ! She'd give anything for a good fucking before going off to work. But Harvey was too busy as a junior executive, trying to become a senior executive. Money was the only thing that counted, now. Once in a great while, like once every six weeks or so, he'd poke her to get his rocks off, not giving a damn about her own feelings, the creep.
It never occurred to Abby to take a lover. She had been brought up in a moral household, where one was taught to make the best of whatever situation in which one was involved without seeking outside assistance.
Pulling across the Sunrise Highway, she let her husband out at the railroad station and drove off, not bothering to look back. Maybe he'd do her a favor one day and fall onto the tracks when a train was coming. That way, she wouldn't have to bother with a divorce, and she'd collect his life insurance.
Damn, she thought. I need gas. I really need it badly.
There was no other gas station she could go to.
No one else knew her. She would have to go to the Boobsie Twins and ask them to trust her.
Returning the way she'd come, she pulled into the station.
Christ! she thought, looking at the new prices posted on the pumps. They'd increased the cost by nearly seven cents since yesterday. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Pretty soon the cost of gasoline would eat up more of her earnings than she could afford to pay.
"There she is," Dick said, staring out the plate glass window as the Toyota pulled up. "Whyn't you go make a fuckin' play for her."
"Get outta here," Mickey snapped.
"No guts?" Dick laughed. "Go on, Mickey. You're so fuckin' hot to dip your fuckin' stick, go make a fuckin' play for her."
"Knock it off," Mickey told him, getting to his feet. "You know damn well what'd happen."
"Yeah," Dick laughed. "She'd set yback on your fuckin' ass. You're chicken, Mickey."
"You're such a great cocksman, you make the play," Mickey invited.
"Uh uh. I'm fuckin' your fuckin' cousin tonight, remember? I'm storin' up my fuckin' sperm flier."
"Go fuck yourself," Mickey snapped, and walked outside.
"Yes ma'am?" he asked, walking over to the Toyota.
"I need gas," she told him. "Do I have to wait until a certain time, or are the pumps open now?"
"They're open now," he replied. "Fill 'er up?"
"Please ... may I talk to you?"
"Ma'am?"
"I don't have any money with me right now. But you know me. I live just across the street. Can I pay you this evening?"
Mickey stared at her, and she stared at him. Abby could feel his eyes burning into her, and she knew damn well what he was thinking. Just the idea that he wanted her made her cream even more. Suddenly, she felt herself going into an uncontrollable heat.
Staring at the glazed look in her eyes, Mickey suddenly felt bold. What had he to lose? All she could do was refuse. Hell! He wasn't trying to rape her. He'd ask.
"Maybe we could come to an agreement," he croaked in a hoarse voice.
"Please," she begged. "I really need the gas. I'll pay you more than it's worth once I get paid myself, today."
"I wasn't thinking in terms of money," he told her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You," he said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I want you."
That's ... out of the question. It wouldn't be right. I mean, I'm a married woman, and...."
"And I watch the way he treats you like a dog. You deserve better. I'm not promising anything other than to treat you right. I don't want you to leave him or anything like that. But for as long as you live here, I can make it nice for you. I can make it nice for the both of us. I'll give you all the gas you want, and it won't cost a dime."
"But that would be like prostituting myself."
"No not really. You wouldn't be doing it for the gas. I mean, I land of got the idea that maybe you liked me."
"The funny thing is, I do. I've always thought of you as distinguished-looking with that goatee. But it never occurred to me to do anything like this. I mean, I never thought to do anything extra-marital. It isn't right."
"It isn't right when the marriage is fun. But when it isn't, then you have to do something or go crazy."
God! she thought. He's right. He's so damn right. Yet how do I do it without letting myself seem cheap?
"When d'you have to leave?" Mickey asked.
"I have two hours before I have to go to work," she responded, suddenly realizing she would do what he wanted, whether or not it cheapened her. Things couldn't be any worse than they were right now.
"Leave the car here and walk across the street," he instructed. "I'll follow you. I know your apartment. Leave the door unlocked."
"Okay," she nodded, letting out her pent-up breath.
Abby got out of the car and crossed the street while Mickey went back into the filling station office.
"Fill up the car," he told Dick. "She's got something wrong with her other car. I'm going over there to take a look."
Surprisingly, Dick believed him, because Dick didn't think it possible Mickey had made headway with the voluptuous woman. So Dick nodded his assent and Mickey, feeling his breath caught in his chest, left the office and crossed the street.
Walking up to her apartment door (it faced the side of the building), Mickey touched the handle and found it unlocked, as she'd promised.
"It's too good to be true," he said to himself.
She was actually willing. She wanted him. Oh God!
Going inside, he shut the door behind him and found himself in the living room. It was empty. Hell, it had to be. She didn't want to make it on the damn couch or the living room floor.
Walking across the living room, he saw the tiny kitchenette off to the left. That wasn't the direction he wanted. He turned right-and saw her in the bedroom, standing near the window, looking out, afraid to look at him.
"Change your mind?" he asked, walking into the bedroom.
It was a cheaply furnished bedroom, but Mickey put it down to the woman's husband's being a tightwad rather than her own taste. There was no carpeting on the wooden floor, and the dresser was along the right wall running straight ahead of Mickey. The chest of drawers was against the far wall, and between him and said chest was the double bed.
"No," she almost whispered. "It's just that it never occurred to me to do this before, and I really don't know how to go about starting it."
"Simple," he told her. "We start by getting undressed."
"Will you undress with me?" she asked. "I'd feel funny taking off my clothes with you watching if you were still dressed."
"Sure," he agreed. "It's only fair."
And so, staring at one another across the double bed, the two of them undressed, dropping their clothes on the floor.
"You have a strong-looking body," she told him, not able to think what else to say. She was embarrassed at the sight of his upstanding prick.
"You have a fantastic body," he told her, looking at her out-thrust tits. He noticed she had a bit of a belly, but who cared. It was the cunt beneath the belly that counted. And it had a fine mass of dark curls above it.
They walked to the bed together and got on it from opposite sides, on their knees. And Mickey reached for her, pulling her to him and feeling those twin cannon shells pressing against him. Shee-it! He almost ejaculated then and there.
She had skin like satin, smooth and cook and now that he touched her he raised goose bumps all over her. Their mouths came together like cymbals, clashing while wide open, so their tongues could interlock.
Abby fell back on the bed, and though Mickey had anticipated foreplay, he saw she was soaking wet. He needed no further invitation. In a moment he was astride her, his prick plunging deep into her bottomless twat. He couldn't control the savage thrust of his hips as his throbbing dong moved inside her. Christ! It was as if that part of him was machine-operated. He continued thundering into her warm, soaking, clutching pussy as her hands stroked his back and his ass. Oh Lord, but it felt so damnably great.
He dug his fingers almost viciously into the soft flesh of her bullet tits, overcome with a savage, nearly irrational passion. He was no longer a thinking man; he let his natural instincts take over. Releasing her tits, he reached underneath and grabbed her asscheeks, pinching and squeezing all the while. He fucked his cock, hot and inflamed as it was, with ululating power into her vibrating cunt.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," was her response to the way he pistoned himself into her as she gloried in the way his hands played with her smooth white ass. And as he continued rubbing her solid cheeks, she felt him withdraw his prick until only its bloated head was within, and then thrust it forward almost barbarically until his tight, dark balls struck with heaviness against the spreadapart split of her ass in one continuous stroke.
The combined sensations now abruptly drove her into a state of unbelievable rapture; a state of emotion she'd never known with her own husband. Oh God! Let him keep it up. Don't let him falter now.
Mickey's schlong tingled as if charged with electricity. His balls were like a vat containing boiling wax. He would shoot at any moment now and only hoped he'd brought her far enough along to come with him. It wouldn't be any damn good if she didn't come. Oh hell! He was going to come. There was no way to hold it off any longer. Damn! He was going to blast a torrent of cream into that soft, burning cunt, and he suddenly realized she wanted him to do just that.
His brain was in a turmoil. Her unexpected favorable response to the way he squeezed her tits and her ass had almost blinded him to everything but the lust filling him. Now he was determined she, too, would come.
Reaching down with one hand while keeping his weight balanced on the other, Mickey used his fingers to part her pussylips even more, battering his hairy pelvis against hers hard, so that his short and curlies intermingled with hers. He slammed into her more ferociously than ever. Sweat from his perspiring face fell onto her tender body, making her tits glisten all the more. His breath came in short, gasping puffs, his eyes locked on the ivory-white hue of her quivering body; the body that was forcing her cunt into his plunging cock with the snug delight of a tight sheath. Oh hell, his cock was growing so heavy with seed there was no way to hold it back. He had to come, and now!!!
He heard Abby whisper in a soft voice as her body moved beneath his pounding hips, "Oh God ... Oh God ... yes, yes, yes, hurry, hurry, squirt it into me ... shoot it into me ... hurry .. drench my insides with it ... split me apart but come and make me come with you."
"Here ... it ... comes," he choked, tossing back his head and grunting frantically as he shoved his prong's full extended length into her stretched pussybox, his almost rotund body beginning to jerk convulsively as he fired shot after shot of hot juice into her sucking box. His mouth fell forward and he grabbed her left nipple between his lips and pulled hard, sucking and sucking.
Abby, beneath his hammering assault, felt the first exquisite gushes of his boiling sperm splutter into the intricate, lustful workings of her body. It shot right into her center, deep into her. It surged through her body with a torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heavy belly like liquid fire.
The delicious sensation tripped her own long-awaited climax, and she whimpered like a bleating lamb with the powerful waves of sensational pleasure washing over her ... until at last she sensed the white-hot semen of his hot, sticky prick running down the crevice of her wide-split cheeks to the open slit of her ass.
He lay on top of her, out of breath for the moment, and she brushed his hair with her fingers. He had been wonderful. He had been just what she had needed to make life bearable, and to think he was only across the street. She could have him almost any time she needed him.
Finally, he withdrew what was left of his now-deflated rod from inside her. It made a slight, whispering noise as it withdrew. A cool rush of welcome air filled her pussy, soothing the now-unplugged hole between her thighs.
"One more time," she pleaded.
"I can't," he murmured, shaking his head. "You were so great I'd never be able to raise another one."
"Let me raise it for you," she said, smilingly. "I have the feeling you have one more inside you."
"Tomorrow," he told her. "Tomorrow is my day off, and we can have the whole day if you're free."
"Tomorrow it is," she smiled, and kissed him.