Chapter 11
The atmosphere in the little cabin was one of utter delight and sensation. For the next three days Ronny and Mary Jane made love in every conceivable manner, using positions even he had never dreamed of before. It was, as Mary Jane had said, a kind of honeymoon, even if it was taking place prior to the formal marriage.
It was early Thursday morning when they heard the snowplows clearing the road beneath them. They hurriedly cleaned up the cabin, refilling the oil lamps from bottles they found in one of the cabinets, putting away the blankets after carefully folding them, and making certain there was no dirt behind them.
Once the snowplows were gone, they got into the car, and were happy when the engine turned over and Ronny was able to drive them out of the mountains. They were happy just being with one another.
Late in the afternoon, they stopped to gas up and have some lunch. Ronny ordered some roast beef for the two of them at a small restaurant. They took their time, enjoying their food, sipping coffee, and relaxing. Later, while Mary Jane went off to the powder room, Ronny refilled the thermos with hot tea, and then they went on their way.
Neither noticed the car that pulled into the restaurant only minutes after they'd arrived. Nor did they see the occupant, a person as surprised to see them as they would have been to see him. Earl had some good reasons for wanting his revenge against the two of them. And suddenly the opportunity was being handed to him.
Had Mary Jane not run off with Ronny, Earl not only would have been held in jail, but would have gone to trial. As it was, with the two witnesses against him gone, the Padramors had no choice but to release him, insisting he never return to Bell's Landing again. Earl was more than happy to comply.
He'd spent three days in a house of ill repute on the mainland, trying to prove his balls still worked in spite of what Mary Jane had done to them. But nothing seemed to go right, and though he'd gotten off a few shots with his cock inside one or two paid-for cunts, he didn't feel right.
He'd finally left and had taken the long way, around the mountain, not in the mood to encounter any possible avalanches. So it was, just as he approached the restaurant, Mary Jane and Ronny, who had finally come down out of the mountain, were ordering.
Earl took a table at the rear of the restaurant and settled for coffee. The sight of Mary Jane had gotten him all hot and bothered again. Aside from taking his revenge on the two of them, he intended proving his cock could work as well as ever by using it on the blond girl.
He followed them when they left the restaurant, and they, not realizing he was behind them, drove blissfully on. That evening, they pulled into a motel, and Earl was right behind them. He waited until they'd gotten their key to their unit, then went in and registered, himself. He made sure to get the unit next to theirs.
Going to his own unit, he took off his heavy jacket, splashed some cold water on his face, then took a small-but-heavy ornamental log kept in an artificial fireplace in his room, and stepped outside. The window of the next unit was wide open, and he peered through the curtains and saw Mary Jane going into the bathroom. He heard the shower being turned on, which meant she would be in there for a little while.
He watched Ronny open the bathroom door, poke his head in, and say something about sending a telegram. Then he shut the bathroom door, pulled on his jacket, and stepped outside. As he rounded the corner of his unit, Earl brought the small log crashing down on his head. Ronny went down as if the sky had suddenly caved in on him. The only thing saving him from a concussion was his being startled at seeing Earl's shadow at the last fraction of a second. He flinched and rolled with the blow somewhat. He was unconscious, and would remain out for awhile, but Earl was convinced he'd hit Ronny hard enough to kill him. He left him where he'd fallen.
Entering Ronny's cabin, he waited patiently, pulling down the windows and closing all curtains. He had no intention of being disturbed. He owed this bitch something more than the ass-fucking he'd given her the last time. He sat and waited.
He heard the shower shut off and stood up. As Mary Jane came out of the bathroom, toweling herself dry, Earl grabbed her and clapped a hand over her mouth. She stared up into his fearsome face with its bristling walrus mustache and began trembling.
"Hi, Padramor bitch with the holy cunt," he smiled. "Remember me?"
Mary Jane thought she would faint How had this monster suddenly materialized? Where was Ronny?
"Looking for your boyfriend?" Earl smirked, reading her mind. "Forget him. There's a good chance you'll never see him again. Now I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream, there's a good chance you won't see anything or anyone again. Just keep your voice nice and low."
He let his palm come away from her lips. For a few moments she merely stood there, shivering. Then she finally said, "What happened to Ronny?"
"It don't matter," he told her. "What matters is you don't want the same thing to happen to you. Now you start cryin' or screamin', and I swear I'll clobber you right here and now."
"What do you want from me?" she asked, shuddering.
"That's better. I want a nice chick. I want everything from you, honey. I want your cunt, I want your ass, I want you mouth. I want them again and again and again. And you'd better pray you're good and that I don't get tired of you too soon. If I do, you might get hurt."
She began to tremble uncontrollable, and Earl slammed her across the face, sending her flying onto the bed. The towel she'd been holding about herself unwound, revealing her body to the Neanderthal like Earl. He simply stood there, staring at her, taking in the beauty of her body. Finally he emitted a low whistle.
'That's quite a bod you have there, honey. Oh yes indeedy. It'd be a shame for me not to use it right now. So you just lay there like a nice kid and don't make any noises, and old Earl is gonna give you a lotta fun."
Earl hastily undressed, then walked over to the bed where Mary Jane was lying.
"One warning," he told her. "You try hittin' me in the balls like you did last time, and I'll kill you. There ain't no Padramors around here to save you. The only guy within listenin' distance of you is the guy who rents the units, and he's got a rock station blarin' in there to keep him awake, so he ain't gonna hear you. I can kill you and be outta here a good ten hours before anyone finds you and your boyfriend. So you do as I say, and you get outta this alive. You fight me, and I'll kill ya on the spot. Dig?"
"Don't hurt me," Mary Jane begged, all her dreams shattered by the apelike monster now threatening her.
She was horrified, but she knew she had to stay alive. It was the only way she might someday get back at Earl. Dead she was good to no one.
"I owe ya for the way you rapped me in the balls, but I might be persuaded t'forget it if you do everything just right."
"All right," she nodded, her body still trembling, causing her jugs to shimmy and arouse Earl as he thought he might never be aroused again.
"Now you get down on your knees and walk over to where I'm standin'. Then you take this cock of mine and stuff it down your throat. You keep on stuffin' it in and outta your mouth until I come. Then you swallow the whole mess. You don't let one drop get by."
Mary Jane got off the bed and fell to her knees. While on her knees, she moved toward Earl, stopping directly in front of him staring at his massive pole. Odd, but she was becoming aroused at the sight of his staff. Because she was looking at his cock rather than his face, not realizing any longer to whom the prick belonged, fires began to stoke inside her, and suddenly the heat began coursing through her blood vessels, and suddenly she became very cognizant of what she was doing.
Her hand reached up and slowly cupped his balls, feeling his fingers knot in her hair in such a way as to let her know he'd literally tear her golden hair out if she attempted to harm him. His wrinkled scrotum was heavier than Ronny's, and the bristly hair covering it was like fine copper wire, matching the patch of reddish gold on his groin. She kept her eyes locked on the heavy phallic point, and even though her body still trembled, she had already mentally accepted the fact that she would be swallowing the full length of that penis.
Earl was built like a weighty gorilla, and though there was some fat on his body, there was a lot of muscle, as well. His thighs were like solid hamhocks, and though this was the third time she was seeing his penis, it was the first time she really bothered to notice it. Though its breadth was slightly less than that of Ronny's, it was a fraction longer, and the violet tip was no less anxious as it swelled and receded before her eyes. If all the rest of Earl was ugly, his cock was something magnificent to behold.
A few days ago she had been terrified by it Now she looked at it, admiring it as the marvelous thing it was. Now she was about to swallow the full length of it down her throat. Yes, she would do it and not only not feel regret, but might actually enjoy it. Lord! It was really a wonderful thing. Thick, heavy, engorged with blood, tinted with a lilac head and a brown shaft, pulsing, glistening, trembling with animalism. Around the thick trunk of it, entwined like so many vines under the bark of a tree were the many winding blood vessels. And as more seeping oil came dripping from the hole in the head of his cock, it made the point glitter as if it were varnished.
Earl's hand tugged her head forward, and instinctively her tongue licked out and lapped the glistening lubricant from his penial tip.
"Goddamn!" Earl muttered, "you've got an electric tongue. Sheesh! I can't remember when I've felt such a hot tongue. Lick it, baby, lick it."
His heavy cock was twitching up and down, stimulated by the touch of her leaping tongue. Her soft, sandpaper tongue ran over the thick knob in a circular pattern, making smaller circles on every revolution until the very tip of her tongue pressed into the leaking slit in the tip of his hot cock. The practice she'd undergone with Ronny now stood her in good stead as her tongue swabbed in and out of the miniscule orifice, continually drinking in all the leaking oil he was releasing.
Earl stared down, unable to believe what he saw and felt. For a girl who had been so terrified of his cock earlier, she was reacting fantastically at the moment. He felt thrills building up swiftly in him. Not one whore in the last three days had been this good.
Earl was in the throes of a mad, agonizing ecstasy. He had been so completely unready for the way she was giving head, his thrilled exclamations sounded like guttural growls. The girl was absolutely fantastic. She was in no way like any woman who'd ever blown him, before. Molly, who had sucked him off the week previous was a rank amateur compared to this girl.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" he roared. "No goddamn wonder you Padramor bitches are so special. Shit! If I'd known it would be anything like this, I'd have kidnapped a dozen or more of you bitches and started my own pimping business. Christ! I remember how great your ass was. And now your mouth. Shee-it! If your cunt is anything like your other two holes you're the greatest fucking artist the world has ever known."
Mary Jane's tongue could only work its way a little distance into the narrow slit of his cock. But it didn't stop her from enjoying the plump, onionshaped surface of his purple knob. It was un-circumcised and unlike Ronny's. Even fully erect it looked a little different from Ronny's because of the foreskin. Even so, she let her tongue play around inside there, as well, and Earl almost pulled her hair out from the sheer thrill of it. Her tongue lapped along the tender skin until the swollen dome seemed to swell even more tightly. From her experiences with Ronny, Mary Jane knew it wouldn't be long before Earl was unloading a torrent into her mouth.
The meaty shaft pulsated all the more strongly as his hairy sac began to retreat into his body. A shivering inside Earl was becoming stronger, and he hadn't even plunged his phallic probe into her mouth yet. If he allowed her to go on licking he would shoot a wad before he was ready to fully enjoy it. He was panting heavily, matching the rapid pounding of his heart, and though he felt like shouting his throat muscles had tightened up and he couldn't even utter a guttural groan.
This chick had the kind of mouth so great no man, in his wildest dreams, could imagine anything like it. Her pulling, leeching lips, her lapping tongue, and even her cheeks seemed to be trying to pull his very soul out through his cock. It was as if all his strength was concentrated in his prick. His balls, sperm factories, were working at top speed creating barrels of fluid in preparation of the big moment.
This girl was the ultimate cocksucker. It made Earl wonder if all other Padramor females were as good. If so, it was no wonder the Padramor men were so poor. They didn't have time to work, what with the heavy way their women could blow them until the tops of their heads came flying off.
It was as if this girl had come into the world for the sole purpose of sucking cock. Maybe all Padramor chicks were meant to suck cock. Maybe that was why the Padramor birthrate was so low? After all, who would want to shoot into a cunt when such a great mouth was working on the cock?
Son of a bitch! She was probably the most fantastic fellatrix in the world, and here she was, giving old Earl the blowjob of his life. Sultans would have given diamonds and rubies to enjoy what he, Earl, was getting for nothing.
Her lips leeched tightly to his glans, surrounding his corona with a pillowy, pulling force he was unable to resist. Her tongue was flat against the underside now, and slowly, very slowly, she began pushing her face forward, sucking as much of his mastodon meat into her mouth as she could. Her tongue lapped strongly against the underside making him shudder even more.
Earl felt his swollen head pushing against the back of her throat and figured, she like all the other blowjob artist he'd ever known, would compensate for the last couple of inches by gripping them with her hand. He was even more astounded when he felt her tight esophagus relax as his shivering cock began sliding in even deeper, plunging all the way into her tight gullet, adding a new sensation he'd never known. Little by little her nose moved closer and closer to the base of his pelvis until it actually pressed into him and her lips could kiss the hairy root She had the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat.
Oh shit! he thought. No woman could do this. It was just plain impossible. Well, hell, one thing was for sure. There wasn't anything left for her to swallow.
But he was wrong. Her hands tightly gripped the cheeks of his ass, still pulling his pubis into her face even though her face really couldn't press any harder into his body. And suddenly Earl felt his bowling ball-sized testicles in their sac being swallowed in as well. This was so totally incredible he thought he would faint.
She had him completely at her mercy now. With his balls between her lips, all she had to do was apply extra-heavy pressure and he'd be singing castrate.
But Mary Jane seemed totally unaware of the position in which she held Earl. All she could think about was the combination of cock and balls filling her throat and mouth as her lips worked over them and her tongue washed both. Her fingers seemed to pull his asscheeks apart she was concentrating so heavily on sucking him off.
Her mouth was so fantastic Earl knew if he didn't come shortly, he would faint Her talents were so beyond belief no one would have believed Earl had he spoken of them, later on. Christ! A woman like this, with a mouth like this, could earn two hundred clams a blowjob, and suckers would be lining up to pay that kind of money. Shee-it! Earl had found himself a gold mine.
Mary Jane could feel the throbbing in Earl's cock. She knew he would let go at any moment now. She also knew he was a sadist and would hurt her if she gave him the least little excuse to do so, and so she knew, once he came she would have to swallow every last drop. Her life might depend on her not spilling any of the white-hot fluid.
Earl realized he was in pain. It wasn't a pain caused directly by the pressure of the girl's mouth, rather it was the pain known as blue balls, only by now he felt his balls had probably turned a gangrenous green she was sucking so avidly.
A million pinwheels of colored lights were going off in Earl's head. He could no longer think straight nor could he concentrate on anything other than relieving the pressure building to such great heights in his testes. His mind was locked into the way her mouth was sucking more and more of him into her. He was in rapturous ecstasy over the way her oven-heated throat moved back and forth around his cock without her lips losing his balls. Her tongue was racing up and back along his solid stalk, stopping once in awhile to tantalize his balls even more. Saliva was dribbling from her lips onto her knees below, and a lot of it slobbered over his thighs. It only made her clutch his asscheeks even more tightly, yanking his body even more strongly against her face.
Earl realized he was lost. If he didn't come now, his balls would crack wide open. If he did come, so much energy would rain out of him, he'd black out. Either way he would lose. But if that was the case, he might as well do it the most enjoyable way.
He felt the seed bubbling inside him now, swelling and building as it climbed from his balls right up into his iron-rigid prick. It moved along the length of his cock with ever-greater speed until it pushed into the mushroom-like head, and then like cream of mushroom soup, it came blistering out, swamping her gullet with its charge. The heavy, gooey discharge ran down her sucking throat instantly, filling her hungry belly, lining up her pharynx, and spilling all over her mouth. Blast after blast exploded strongly into the blonde's thirsting esophagus. Her head was bobbing all the more strongly, pulling more and more of the seething come from his hose. She drank as if it were mead, thirsting for more and yet more. And then, as his penis slowly began to flag, Earl's knees buckled and he sank to his kneecaps, pulling her head down as he fell. She continued draining him, unmindful of the fact that her head was down to the floor, sucking madly. She pulled even more of the sparkling gism from inside him.
Earl felt a blackness engulfing him as he keeled over and thought he was dead. Even with him unconscious, Mary Jane continued sucking until she was certain she had gotten every last bit of liquid from him.
Reluctantly she released his cock, letting it fall from her mouth as she sat up. She was surprised to seem him simply lying there and thought he was playing some sort of game, waiting for her to try making a break for it so he could get up and hit her. But as the minutes passed, she saw he was really unconscious. She got to her feet, quickly dressed and went looking for Ronny.
She found him lying outside the cabin, still unconscious, and used some snow to wash his face and bring him around.
"What the heck happened?" he asked.
"That man from the lodge on Bell's Landing," she told him. "Somehow he followed us here. He hit you with something. I think he believes he killed you. Anyway he came inside and tried to attack me again. He even got undressed and wanted to rape me. Then he had some kind of fainting spell. Anyway, he's in our cabin right now, unconscious."
"Then I think we'd better get the hell out of here," Ronny told her. "This time we ought to make sure he doesn't follow us."