Chapter 10
The evening before, when the boys had let her off at the end of Elm, Lisa stumbled around through the woods and entered the house by the back way. It wasn't even twelve o'clock, so she knew her parents wouldn't be home yet. She stepped to the door leading to the rec room and opened it. Dark down there. She switched on the light and went down the stairs. Everything was neatly in place; she checked the bar. No empty bottles.
She peered down at her beer-stained mini-skirt. That would have to be hidden; she didn't want her mother to see that. She climbed the stairs, snapped off the light and headed up toward her room. Lisa opened the door to her room and didn't bother to turn on the light. She undressed quickly and threw her clothes onto the floor of her closet. Then she padded toward the bed. She remembered that she had earlier stuck pillows under the covers to make it look like she was in bed, asleep. She drew the covers up and reached in to pull out the pillows. Her hand touched something long and hard.
She drew back, startled.
"Lisa," a voice burbled up at her.
She stood frozen, not with terror but surprise. Then, her voice gathered courage and erupted from her lips. "D-daddy?" Thrills coursed through her loins.
"Lisa, Lisa," the voice called. A pair of hands and arms coiled around her left thigh.
She moaned. "Oh, Daddy." She fell forward onto the bed, ripped the bedcovers off his form and melted in his arms. He rolled her onto her back, smothered her lips with his kisses and wedged his knees between her thighs. Lisa's thighs flew apart like a pair of tripped mousetraps. She grabbed his huge cock with both hands and steered it to her cunthole. His cock burned up her pussy channel like a blowtorch. Lisa gasped with an ecstasy so total her arms felt like steel bands around his neck. She had dreamed of it so often, having Daddy in bed with her, hot in her arms, doing it to her because he really loved her more than he loved Mommy, really wanted her and her alone. She pushed her tongue between his lips.
The following evening, when Mr. and Mrs. Winters left the house, they took the red station wagon. Larry Winters drove the big car toward the Century Rocket complex. After a few moments of silence he glanced at Anne. "Worked again, didn't it? You know, I hate pulling this deception on the girls all the time, but there's just nothing else I can do."
Anne patted his knee. "I know, darling. It's been hard, hasn't it?"
"Yes, so very hard."
"How much longer do you think the project will take?"
"I don't know. It could take months, even years, really something, isn't it? Me going to the office to work almost every night, wearing this outfit." He shook his head. "You know, I'm disturbed that that Twidell fellow didn't show up this evening. I called his apartment, but there was no answer. How are we supposed to find out how the girls behaved last night?"
"Oh, well," Anne said, "I wouldn't worry about it. He'll be around to collect his money sooner or later. The girls certainly acted strange today. They were so quiet-stayed in their rooms most of the day. I hate to leave them ah alone like this, but Lisa promised they wouldn't drink anything, and I believe her. They've all learned their lesson."
Larry nodded uncertainly. "If you can't trust your own kids, well, who can you trust? I have complete confidence in them. They're very good girls. Just like you, dear. I really hate all this, telling the kids we have to go to parties. They really must be disgusted with us. Damn. Can't help it, though. The project is so completely classified, I can't even let you in on it. This is really harder on you than me. You have to just drive around all evening, or sit in some dreary bowling alley, while I'm up there at the drawing board. You've been wonderful, Anne, the way you've taken it."
"I will say it's been very hard, but I really don't mind. Now that you're the general manager of the company, I just expect you to have to work a lot more."
"I'll make it up to you someday." He slowed the car down, then braked in front of the big electrified fence that surrounded the Century Rocket factory. A man with a shotgun guarded the gate.
Larry said, "It's a good thing I got Mister Teeger to volunteer his services. I wouldn't have trusted some guard we plucked out of an employment agency. Teeger is well known around here. Anne, this thing is so big, even the board of directors doesn't know about it. So you'll have to be careful not to mention it to any of their wives."
"Don't worry, darling, I can handle it, if it's for you. It's so big, isn't it?"
"Yes. The high point of my career, I suppose. When this is over, everything will sort of be downhill, so to speak." He kissed her on the cheek. "Drive carefully, darling. Why don't you come back around three? I'll be done by then."
"Yes, darling." She set the car in drive as soon as she closed the door. She drove off.
Larry sidled up to Teeger. He peered around in the dark before he spoke. "Everything okay?"
Teeger swept his hat from his head and scraped and bowed like a lackey. "Yessir, all fine. They come when you said they would, and I let 'em in the gate."
"Good. Is the chopper gassed up and set to go?"
"Yessir. No problem."
"Open the gate."
Teeger produced a small black box and inserted its plugs into the lock on the gate. The lock buzzed and clicked, then the gates began to swing wide.
As soon as she was three blocks away, Anne gunned the engine of the station wagon. She whipped it up to eighty and began to laugh to herself. The big car surged in the direction of Cedar Falls. In less than ten minutes she began to come across traffic. She slowed down and turned off on a side road. She switched off the headlights, turned left onto a lane lined by trees, and stopped. She left the motor running. Anne looked all around for a time, then got out and paced back to the tailgate. She lowered the gate and pulled up the metal floorplate to get her suitcase. She looked around again, opened the case, sat down on the tailgate, and began to undress. When she was nude, she threw her fur piece, the sheath and everything into the luggage space and closed the metal flap. She pulled her new clothes from the suitcase. She put on a very low-cut peasant blouse and arranged the front so that a maximum of tit showed. She had removed her bra and panty hose. When she slithered into the ultra-tight mini-skirt with short slits at the sides, the realization that she had no panties on underneath made her head giddy. The skirt was longer than most, coming down to the middles of her thighs. It was so form-fitting, she had trouble walking in it. She liked that, too. She donned a pair of go Id-colored, spiked heels. Then she shoved the empty suitcase into the back of the wagon and raised the tailgate. She scurried around to take her position behind the wheel. Her eyes flickered from the windshield to the rear-view mirror. Still no car lights.
Anne's fingers clawed at the tight bun of hair on top of her head. Her long golden hair tumbled down onto her shoulders. She mussed and tugged it to make it become careless, her tits tingled with the joy of all this. She felt free, reckless, even criminal. She turned on the dashlight and got a compact and lipstick from the glove compartment. She slashed vermilion across her lips. Her perfect mouth became wanton and beckoning. She sponged rouge onto her cheeks. The woman in the mirror became a bitch, hungry and predatory. Anne smiled casually and clicked the compact shut. She reached into the glove compartment, replaced the compact and lipstick, and groped for the final touch. She slipped the wrap-around sunglasses onto her face. It darkened everything, but she could see well enough when she snapped the headlights on.
She turned the car around. As always, her heart began to race with anticipation. She had never done things like this before, until they moved to Green River. She had thought about it but hadn't dared, until Larry came up with the miraculous announcement about the secret project and the role Anne would have to play. They were to pretend that they were going to social engagements. It was perfect. With Larry and the kids out of the way, she was free to live her own life for the first time since she was married. And now she was living it-to the hilt. She had never told anyone about Larry's undersize cock; it was something you just didn't talk about. Her dreary sex life was a thing she'd taken for granted; she had thought all wives were bored that way. Then Makin, one of her neighbors in Spokane, had gotten high one day and babbled all about her sex life with her husband. Makin told a horrified Anne that she had been laid one afternoon by a delivery boy, and the young man had a cock twice the size of her husband's. From there on, Makin was hooked. She couldn't help herself; her husband couldn't give her an orgasm but the delivery boy could, right away. Anne had told her to get out and never speak to her again. She was terrified by the whole episode and not at all surprised when she heard Makin and her husband were getting a divorce. The stories circulating in the neighborhood after that about Makin were incredible. People said they saw her in bars in the afternoon, picking up men. They said she had become an alcoholic and looked awful. Finally, they said she had become a whore.
A whore, Anne had thought, a common whore. The thought stuck in her mind like an arrow. She wondered what it would be like. She wondered about the excitement of it all-meeting glamorous new men, seeing the excitement in their eyes, fucking them, doing things she wouldn't dream of doing with Larry.
She bought cheap clothes in a seedy section of Spokane and sneaked them home to try them on in front of a full-length mirror. At first she gasped at the transformation of the golden beauty into a cheap trollop. No, she decided, not cheap, not a trollop, a beautiful adventurer who does anything she pleases. A mystery woman of the streets, bold, wealthy, arrogant, even frightening. A siren who drove men mad. Then she sat down and wept at the dullness of her existence and promptly hid the tawdry clothes in the cellar.
Anne felt her own big tits as she drove with one hand. Tonight's lover would be rough with her. He would paw her and treat her like a slave. When his raw hands pressed against her blouse, they would sense she wasn't wearing a bra, and they would plunge recklessly into her cleavage. Anne would take his hand and kiss it in gratitude. He would treat her like the dirty slut that she was. His big paw would jam between her clamped thighs, force them open and make her tight skirt split at the seams. He would rip her blouse to shreds and throw it away. He would do anything he pleased with her.
She parked the car a block down from the theater. She got out and adjusted her dark glasses with nervous fingers. Then she braced herself and began to strut down the walk, her hips and ass wiggling seductively inside the tight feel of her skirt. When she stood in line for her ticket, all eyes were on her, including those of angry-looking women. Anne reveled in it.
Anne sauntered up to the ticket-taker, a boy of fifteen or so. He stared at her and nodded.
"I believe I have a reserved seat," she said in a careless tone.
"Yes, of course, madam." He beckoned for another boy to take over. Then he led her inside the theater to an empty corner seat. Anne pressed the folded ten-dollar bill into his hand as he removed the strap that guarded the seat.
"Thank you." She sat down and peered at the screen. It was a close-up of a young girl's face. Her head was thrashing from side to side on a pillow. Then her eyes widened, her lips popped open and she stared sightlessly. A hard-on came into view.
Anne peeered from the corner of her left eye. The boy sitting next to her might be sixteen. He was staring in rapture at the screen. The front of his trousers bulged like a sack of coins. Anne pretended to cough. She leaned forward, then her left hand reached out to grip something as she leaned back. The something was the boy's knee.
He didn't look at her; his leg stiffened. Anne's hand slid from his knee to the top of his thigh. She rubbed it gently, looking ah the while at the screen. Her hand inched across his thigh until her fingers were touching the inside. The tense leg against her hand didn't move. She moved her hand gradually toward his crotch. In a moment her palm and splayed fingers cupped his crotch.
Anne heard the youth's breathing accelerate. She probed for his zipper, found the tab, and slowly pulled the zipper down. The boy's breathing became a pant. Anne's hand burrowed inside his fly and plucked away the waistband of his jockey briefs. Her fingers curled around the hot cock and squeezed. Without any further movement, she waited. Their eyes remained glued to what was happening on the screen. In a minute Anne felt his cock throbbing. It twitched, tensed, swelled bigger and harder, then shot off. Warm liquid splashed down onto her fingers. A hand reached over and dove inside the front of her blouse. Liquid waves spilled over Anne's motionless hand. An inadvertent smile widened her lips. A head cut off her view of the screen; lips burned into hers. Her hand began to jerk up and down inside his pants. Jism streamed all over her fingers and ran down to her wrist.
Lisa lay back on the bed and held his face buried in her tits. He had come again and again inside her in an endless flood. Her brain swam with joys new to her; her whole body seemed weightless. They slept at times, God knew how long, then scurried into each other's arms again to make urgent love. When his tongue found her cunt, her lips searched for his cock. The joyous exhaustion that engulfed them after each tryst quickly disappeared. She couldn't get enough of him, she had always wanted him so. Her dream was in her arms, hot and full of electricity. He drove his love between her legs, up her ass, even into her mouth. Her arms, ass, hips, and legs spurred him on until, with a shuddering gasp, they enveloped each other in a heated embrace and fell asleep.
It was not until Lisa was awakened in the morning by Barb and Joan, who held a clamping hand to her mouth, that she realized who the man in her bed was. She couldn't believe it. She was struck by horror, almost as great as his. He looked like a caged animal ready to dash its brains out against the bars of its cage. He nearly fainted when the girls told him where he was and that he would have to stay there all day. He begged them to sneak him out right away but they said it was impossible. Then he cowered under the covers and lay there trembling.
Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head. She was more frightened by it than her sisters; she couldn't believe she'd made love like that to a man like that. The beauty of the night before was shattered. And the whole day would be one of fear. George what's-his-name would have to hide in her clothes closet while she pretended to be doing something in her room. She cursed her sisters to their faces, but all they seemed to care about was what she had done with Jerry and Morry.
Lisa said, "Nothing. We played a pin ball machine, that's all."
"Whose pin?" asked Barb.
"Whose balls?" asked Joan.
"Oh, shut up," Lisa barked. "I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of Mom and Dad telling us when to breathe. I'm sick of all of it. I'm fifteen, and I'm sick of everybody surrounding me with questions. Listen, here we are, jumping out of our skins because our parents might find out about us. Well, what about them? They go out every night, almost, and never tell us where. Or they give some phony name, like vice-president or director. Listen, there couldn't be that many vice presidents and directors, even in a company that size."
Barb eyed Joan. "Maybe she's right. Maybe Mom and Dad are out there swinging and putting us on."
Joan said, "Those two shits can't do that to us. Piss on 'em. If they can do it, why can't we?"
Barb sat down on a chair in a heap. "Oh, phooey, Mom and Dad aren't the type, and you know it. She's a regular Grace Swelley, and he's so square he shits bricks. I'll bet he's never even eaten her, much less screwed her ass. Did you know that in England, the man screws the wife's ass a lot? It's in the Wolfenden report. They do that so they don't have to buy rubbers and pills. What a way to save."
Lisa lowered her eyes. She hadn't forgotten what George had done to her last night at the peak of their passion. George, on the other hand, looked like he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
He poked his head out from under the covers; his stark eyes stared at them as if they were kidnapers. "Sssst. I, I think th-there's someone coming."
"Get stuffed, will you?" Lisa snapped.
His hair shriveled under the covers.
"Quit being so mean," Barb said. "He's really very nice. And the next time he comes here, he'll have to let us go out, or else."
"That's right," Joan added. "George likes to be cooperative. Otherwise, we'll have to tell Mom and Dad all about last night."
"M-monsters, m-monsters," George muttered under the covers.
Barb turned to Lisa. "He's calling for you, dear."
Lisa tilted up her nose and looked away. "You're both so stupid. He doesn't have to let us out. We can have Jerry and Morry come here. That solves everything. George can stay downstairs at the bar, and we'll take the bedrooms. Or he can stay with Joan."
"Thanks loads," Joan said flatly.
Barb smoothed back her hair. "Oh, damn Mom, why doesn't she go to the stores or something? She's down there looking bright as a polished penny, humming away and whistling while she works. I've never seen her so cheery."
"She just loves going to parties to talk about the gross national product," muttered Lisa. She paused. "Or does she?"
When Teeger closed the gate and locked it, Larry strode briskly toward the central offices of Century Rocket. Teeger paced toward the back, where the helicopter was waiting.
Without turning on any lights, Larry rode the elevator to the third floor, then snapped on a miniature flashlight as he made his way to the treasurer's office. He unlocked the door with his set of keys and walked to the large floor safe. He twirled the dial under the beam of his light. When the safe opened, he pulled out the petty-cash drawer and set it on a desk. He carefully counted out three hundred dollars in tens and twenties.
He sighed and replaced the petty-cash drawer in the safe. Then he removed a set of books and went to work on that. His college accounting had done him good service in this venture so far. He had already stolen more than forty thousand dollars from the company, mostly in the Spokane subsidiary, and more than two thousand here. He hadn't wanted to do it, but he had no choice. The girl he'd picked up with in Spokane had gotten pregnant and threatened him with a paternity suit. She said he would either have to come up with a thousand a week in support or find himself in court.
It was a two-edged sword with unexpected results. When the embezzlement was finally uncovered by an auditor in Spokane, an accountant who was slated to become general manager was fired. The company didn't prosecute the man because they didn't want the adverse publicity; they were in the process of negotiating new government contracts. To let it be known that a fully trusted, key man was a crook was unthinkable.
Larry was given the job. He could hardly believe it, but that was the way it happened. Now he had to be more careful. The books would have to be foolproof. If the current thefts were found out, the company would begin to wonder why he was always in the place where the money was missing. His career would be wrecked forever, his wife gone, his kids strangers. He just couldn't afford to goof.
He completed the job, blotted the ink carefully and returned the tiny blotter to his wallet. He locked the safe and went down in the elevator. His heart thudded.
He wondered what Anne would think of him if she knew. She trusted him so completely and depended on his mature guidance. She was really too good for him. A man could hardly ask for a purer woman. That was the whole trouble; that was what started everything. If Anne had only been more responsive in bed. But she always seemed to freeze up in his arms. She was all right until he got into her, then she changed. He supposed it was her background. She had come from a very respectable family. Anyway, he never had the nerve to complain to her; it would have been embarassing. She was so perfect and decent, he didn't have the heart to get her aroused more than once a week. Even then he almost felt he was performing a duty. He was supposed to fuck her, so he did. It never lasted very long; then they went to sleep. It was years before the monotony of it got on his nerves. He worked himself into a nervous state at the office and had begun to make inexcusable mistakes.
Then he met Wendy. She was a new secretary at the office. Red-haired, azure-eyed, with skin like fresh cream. She wore tight skirts. Whenever he walked behind her down the hallway, the changing shapes of her hips and ass made his cock begin to swell. He knew he had to have her but didn't know how.
Wendy sensed his interest, as women will. He found her one day in the parking lot, standing next to her car-which just happened to be parked next to his. She gave him a broad smile with those wonderful lips.
"How about a little drink before going home?" he heard himself say. He didn't even know he was going to say that; the words just popped out of his lips.
They went to a bar in her car. They had three drinks before they came out. Wendy suggested they go for a drive because it was such a nice night. Larry phoned home and told Anne he had to work late. Then he and Wendy went to another bar. They never did get around to the drive. They wound up in bed at her place. She made love like a wildcat. When Larry drove home that night his hands trembled on the wheel. No woman had ever sucked his cock before, and he was thrilled by it. Wendy knew all the things you just heard about. Moreover, she did them and did them well. He couldn't stay away.
They had been careful at the office; no one suspected they were having an affair. Then the roof fell in; two months later she told him she was pregnant. Everything became a mess. She wanted money. He was broke because he was spending so much on her and trying to maintain a household at the same time. That was when he began to steal.
Larry walked around the back of the office building out to where the big helicopter stood on its pad. The rotor began to swing round as the engine coughed to life. Larry swung up into the cockpit, seated himself beside the pilot and turned his head to face the two people in the back seats. Teeger sat on one, and Mayor Farquar sat on the other.
Larry extended his hand to Farquar. "Nice to see you again, John."
"Larry." The mayor, a swarthy faced man, smiled broadly.
The helicopter engine roared and the rotor whirled fast. The machine began to lift off the pad. The pilot didn't turn on any running lights.
Morry glanced at his watch as he stood in the shadow of a doorway across the street from the Princess Theater in Cedar Falls. No one had come out of the theater yet. He blinked. A couple came out, laughing. They walked down the street. Another couple came out, but it was just a couple of kids.
He blinked hard. The next woman who came out was his mother. She was hanging on to the arm of some fat guy in a blue suit, but it wasn't Pa. They strolled down the street, bumping their hips together. Morry was about to follow them from across the street when he saw Pa come out with an old bag so ugly she could have been in a freak show. Pa was all smiles. The bag clung to his arm like a leech. They too started down the street.
Morry clenched his teeth. He strolled casually down his side of the street, sticking close to the shadows. Pa and friend caught up with Ma and friend, and the foursome turned into an alley. When he couldn't see them any longer, Morry ducked across the street and strode into the alley. A hundred yards in, he recognized the shape of Pa's Plymouth. Morry crouched low and approached silently. The windows of the car were open, and he could hear them. He didn't have to be told it was a swap. Ma was in the front seat with hers; Pa was in the back with his. Pa's crotch had a bobbing head of hair on it. Morry didn't dare step any closer to see what Ma was doing, but he had a good idea.
He ducked out of the alley and strode back to his car. So that's it, he thought. They were whoring with other couples for money. His own parents. He wasn't so much shocked as angry. All the crap they had given him about being a bad kid. They had to be doing it for both kicks and money; otherwise, where was Pa getting his money all of a sudden?
He glanced back at the theater as he was about to open the car door. People were streaming out. They all looked like they were smiling and laughing. Then he spotted her. A fantastic blonde. Four or five guys were trying to make out with her. She was a cunt like he'd dreamed of. Tall, wearing a tight red skirt, a peasant blouse, and an expression that let you know what she. had in mind.
His hand dropped from the car door, and he broke into a run. When he reached the corner, he slowed down and began to cross the street at a brisk walk. The closer he got to the broad the sexier she looked. Her hair was wild around her shoulders and cheeks. He eyed her bright-red lips, the rouged cheeks. A pro, he thought. No, he wasn't sure. She kept looking at the guys around her as if she didn't see them.
Jerry made his way through the mob of people and got closer to the little crowd around the woman. He heard one guy say, "Fifty bucks." Another said, "Sixty."
But the broad just looked at them as if they didn't exist. Morry pushed closer. She suddenly looked at him and her blue eyes narrowed like a cat's. She scanned his shoulders and face.
She said, "Goodbye, gentlemen, my date's here." Then she pushed them out of her way and they moaned. She donned a pair of dark glasses and stepped up to Morry. He stood like a statue as she grabbed his arm. She was at least two inches taller than he was.
"Help me, will you?" she whispered. "These young men are molesting me. Would you escort me to my car? It's just down the street."
"Hello darling," he said loudly. "Let's go." They walked in step and began to cross the street. Two young men were following.
"Wait'll she rolls yah," one said.
"Yeah," chimed in the other. "Your cock'll turn green in the morning."
Morry whirled. "Fuck off." They stared at his muscular frame and moved back. He took her arm again.
"Thanks," she said. Her ripe lips parted and she let go with a stunning smile. "I hope you don't mind. Those fellows have got a completely wrong impression of me. You see, I'm a stranger in town. Just passing through on my way to California. I'm a starlet."
Morry eyed her. "No kidding."
"Really. My name is Mona. Mona Pennypacker. That's why I always wear dark glasses. I don't want people to recognize me." She clutched his arm with both hands and began to feel his big bicep. "After all, the sort of films I star in are what you might call, risque'."
Morry's gaze fell to the cleavage of her huge tits. He sucked air into his lungs. "I think those guys back there thought you were maybe a lady of the streets. They don't recognize real class in a town like this."
"Oh, aren't you from here?" She ran her hands up and down his bicep.
"No, I'm from Green River."
"Never heard of it. Is that near here?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want anyone to think I'm a lady of the streets. I mean, I don't charge or anything." She winked at him. "Big boy." Her voice broke slightly.
Morry glanced back to be sure no one was following, then he flattened his palm on her ass as they walked. In the skin-tight skirt her ass bulged and rippled against his hand. He moved his hand up and down. There were taut wrinkles just below her waist, in a little hollow area just above the jutting of her ass.
Morry said, "You star, in, uh, movies like that one back there, is that it?"
She smiled with her lips and nodded slightly. "I wouldn't admit it, of course, to anyone but a complete stranger. Yes, as a matter-of-fact I was in that film. That's why I came to this little town. I wanted to see how the audience reacted to me, but I didn't want to be recognized." She stopped walking. "Here's my car."
Morry looked at the red station wagon. "We ought to go somewhere, Mona."
"Oh, can I drop you off?"
"Sure." He opened the door and she got in. But first she let the back of her hand graze against his swollen fly. She put her ass on the seat and her dress came up her thighs about six inches. She had fantastic, full thighs and graceful calves. She drew her legs slowly into the car. He got in beside her and shut the door.
He no sooner had his hand on her tit than her mouth pressed against his. Her tongue squeezed between his lips. Morry felt her huge tits, then dropped his hand to her legs. His fingers stuck between her thighs and traveled toward her box.
Wet hair met his fingertips. His brain sang. She wasn't wearing any panties, and his hand also knew there was no bra. She was all cunt, a complete lay, and a star of dirty movies to boot. He thought his cock would explode on the spot.
She drew back and gasped. "Not here," she whispered. "I'll drive the car out into the country, darling."
"Morry, call me Morry. How long are you going to be in town?" He kept his hand stuffed between her thighs.
"I don't know. I suppose as long as I ... feel like it." She started the engine.
When she put her feet on the accelerator to back up a little, Morry's hand wedged further between her taut thighs. The tightness of her dress made it impossible for him to get his middle finger into her cunt.
The station wagon roared away from the curb.
The helicopter droned and sounded like a ratchet as it descended toward the high grass beside the mill house.
Mayor Farquar tried to peer through the darkness. "Quite a deal you've got here. When you told me you wanted to convert the old mill into an executive hideaway, I thought you were joking. How much did you say you spent on it?"
"Not much. I flew in two carpenters and a decorator from Portland two weeks ago, and Teeger here supervised the work at night. The company wants to keep it an absolute secret because we plan to have government people stay here when they make classified visits to the plant. So you see, Johnny, why I needed your cooperation. The company is onto a really big thing these days, and we can't afford any mistakes."
Farquar nodded. "The county manager thought I was crazy when I asked him to deed this property over to the town. All we had to do was pay the delinquent taxes. He was all set to donate it to the state parks."
"Don't worry, John, I'll make it up to you." He stepped out of the cockpit as the chopper came to rest and the rotor slowed to an idle. Larry's shrewd eyes scanned the black-painted windows of the mill. Despite the paint, some light seeped through anyway; he didn't think it was enough to be seen from the air, though. He hadn't wanted .the windows boarded because in the summer some of them would have to be open.
Teeger and the mayor got out of the plane. Larry said, "Teeg, you scout around to be sure security is okay. John, it's grand opening time. You're in for a surprise."
They waded through the hip-length grass to the new steps that led to the mill-house door. Larry unlocked the door with his key, and the men stepped inside.
"Well, I'll be damned," Farquar muttered as Larry shut the door.
The place had been converted into a lodge. Expensive rugs and sofas were scattered around a huge, well-furnished room.
"Fantastic," Farquar said.
"We used a military chopper to bring in the materials. Only took two trips. Great, isn't it? And it's complete, everything you'd need."
"It must have cost a fortune." Farquar stroked his jaw. Despite his fifty years, he was a trim, well-turned-out man. "Where is she?"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean the hostess. Probably in her room." His eyes flitted; he began to grow nervous. Bringing Wendy here had been a calculated gamble. He felt he couldn't leave her back in Spokane. She was too attractive to go without male compansionship, and male companionship would entail too much talk sooner or later. It was a chance Larry couldn't take. He talked her into giving the baby up for adoption, if she would come here and live in a hideaway. That way they could be together, and she would have her money, plus free room and board, and the opportunity to meet important people. She could also leave anytime for brief vacations back to the city. At first she didn't want to do it, but after the baby was safely out of the way and out of her legal touch, Larry had her over the barrel. He threatened to cut her off without a cent and deny he'd ever known her. She could no longer bring a paternity suit for support, and she began to realize how she'd been tricked. In any case, he just couldn't give her up.
Larry's success in the matter surprised even him. But there were still problems. Financing this place was one of them; even with the money he was taking from the company, he couldn't afford what this had cost. Thus the deal with Farquar, whom he had met at a business meeting regarding Century's acquisitions of real estate from the town. It hadn't taken long to see that Farquar had an eye for the ladies. It was Farquar who arranged for the deed deal with the county, Farquar who had talked the local banker into lending Larry fifty thousand at low interest and long terms. All because Larry had shown Farquar certain photos of a "friend" who would be coming to Green River if circumstances were shaped in the right mold. This was payoff night for the mayor, who was accustomed to such things as his political right.
But it all made Larry nervous, anyway. There was still the question of how far he could trust the bastard. Or Wendy, for that matter. It seemed to Larry, the more he tried to protect his situation, the deeper he sank into intrigue.
Larry took Farquar to a door. He opened it.
Farquar stepped inside. The girl was an exotic redhead. She was bare breasted and wearing only the bottom of a yellow bikini. The room was a regular bedroom.
"Mayor Farquar," she said. "So nice of you to come. I've been hearing so much about you." She sauntered toward him.
Larry shut the door. He rubbed perspiration from his forehead. He didn't really like the idea that he would have to share Wendy from time to time with the mayor. But he had no choice; business was business.
Up in the old saw room, Jerry peered through the cracks in the floorboards. When he had first sneaked up to approach the old mill earlier, he knew someone had been working on it. The broken window panes had been replaced and painted over. New steps had been put in. Also, light seeped from the windows; there had to be someone inside. Since he knew the insides of the mill by heart, having played there for years when he was very young, he had little difficulty climbing the old log chute and gaining access to the saw room. That part hadn't been touched. When he knelt to peek through the shrunken floor boards, his eyes bulged. Below, in a carpeted and fancy bedroom, a girl paced around nude except for a bikini bottom. She was a dish, but she smoked and ate chocolates restlessly, and kept peering at her watch. She had a build on her like a centerfold-swinging tits, full legs, ample ass. Jerry nearly laughed aloud, then sneaked over to the other end of the saw room to peer through the floorboards. The big workroom had been turned into some sort of living room, very classy and neat. When he heard the chopper coming, his curiosity rose to a pitch. Then when the well-dressed stranger with the gray hair stepped into the room with Mayor Farquar in tow, he couldn't believe his eyes. The place seemed to be a classy whorehouse. But there was only one girl. She would have to be a call girl, then. Terrific.
He switched back to his position over the girl's room and watched the mayor leap out of his clothes. The whore was very cool; she examined Farquar's hard-on closely to be sure he didn't have VD. Then she went to work. Farquar rolled his head back and forth on the bed and grunted like a pig while she held his nude thighs over her shoulders and sucked his cock.
Larry Winters stepped outside and waded through the grass to the waiting chopper. He addressed the pilot. "I think we'll be going back in about three hours. You're doing good work, Sam. Here's something to make things more interesting." He handed him two hundred dollars.
When Teeger returned from his rounds, Larry passed him ten tens, then went back inside to brood over bourbon and soda at the bar. He was having second thoughts. Too many people were involved. At first it had just been Wendy, then Wendy and the baby. Now three men, not that Teeger and Sam knew what was going on inside, though they must have their suspicions.
Jerry continued to watch. Farquar put the whore through her paces as if he were working a steeplechase horse. The old bastard had a cock on him like a fence post and seemed to have kept it in A-l working order.
Jerry got a hard-on, watching. He lay on the boards until Farquar finally left, hours later. When the chopper started up, Jerry sneaked back down into the woods.
Mona was wild. She had driven the station wagon out into the countryside, picking only deserted roads, then she drove it off the road onto a grassy field. She kept the car bouncing across the field until it was near a grove of trees.
As soon as she turned off the ignition, Morry went for her.
"Oh no, no, darling," Mona shrieked as his hands dove into the front of her peasant blouse. She reached for the hard-on she had pulled out of his fly earlier. It was twice as big as Larry's; it was so round, so firm, so hot in her hands.
"Darling, darling, you're ripping my blouse."
Morry hardly heard her. The cheap blouse became shreds in his clawing hands. He had to have those giant tits. They filled his hands like beach balls. When her arms tugged on his neck to bring his face to her cleavage, he stuffed his right hand between her slightly parted thighs. His middle finger touched her cunt hair; the finger speared into her cunt. The ripping sound of seams coming apart dazed his hearing. His finger soared up her sheath. Her thighs spread wide. Morry's hands followed up as if they had an assignment; they tore the remaining scraps of clothing from her body.
"In the back, darling," Mona whispered frantically. She pushed up from the seat and flung her torso toward the back of the wagon. Morry caught her by the thighs. He felt the big orbs of her ass as they struggled to slide off the front seat.
Mona moaned, "Oh, darling, you mustn't. It wouldn't be nice." Then she struggled forward and got into the back. Morry tore his own clothes off and followed her in a rush. She was on her belly on the metal floor, stretching her arms back to receive him. His legs lodged between her spread thighs, his cock pressed into the cleavage of her ass, and his chest made a pillow of her back.
Mona's hands spread from his hips to his ass. Morry set his weight on his elbows and tried to push his hands under her flattened tits. Mona pushed up, and her tits hung down like netted grapefruit. Morry's fingers burned into her flesh; the hard nipples indented his palms. He buried his lips in her luxurious hair.
"Darling," she laughed, "what are you doing?" Her ass came to life; she rocked her hips from side to side and made the cheeks of her ass go hard. His pole was surrounded by firm flesh. Morry began to move his rod up and down.
"Oh," Mona grunted. "I'm nice, I'm nice. You're cruel. You mustn't stick your red-hot cock up my big hot asshole."
Morry slid his cock down and raised his ass. He dug his cockhead into her asshole. It gave way and his cock plunged in.
Mona gasped. "Give it to me, hot prick. Give it to me. I'm a slut, a dirty filthy slut."
"Yeah," he puffed. "You slut." He shoved his cock in another three inches. Her ass wiggled around like flopping fish. Morry grunted and squeezed more inches into the mound of flesh. The walls of her asshole pressed up against his cock like grabby hands. When his balls squashed against the edge of her box, the cheeks of her ass flattened and spread out against his hipbones and belly. Surprise flooded Morry's brain. It was better than cunt. The juiciness of it, her meaty butt smeared all over his belly. His fingers clutched her tits as Mona slumped forward.
"Oh, oh," she gasped. "So good. Big hot cock up my ass. Don't take it out, please don't take it out." She twisted her head to one side and tried to peer back. His lips pounced on hers. Their tongue flew from their lips and found new homes.
Mona raised her calves and locked her heels together. When Morry's ass rose and his cock slid partly out of her ass, he felt her calves touch the orbs of his ass. He drove back in, in a rush.
"Oof," Mona gasped. Her tongue slid from his lips. He sucked it back in. She waggled her ass from side to side; he felt his cock sink in even deeper. It was long, hot and hard inside her flesh.
She wrenched her face away. "I'm such a slut, such a slut. I want your big dirty prick inside me, always."
His ass ripped back and returned to sear his prick up her ass. This time her ass rose to meet his thrust. Their bodies met in mid-air in the colhsion of sex. Morry ground his balls around on her ass. Mona swayed her big hips. Crotch and ass flew apart a few inches, then rejoined. They did it again. Then Morry's ass began to quake. Back it went, trembling like a trapped animal. Their meat rejoined in hot union. His long dong of flesh screwed deep into her asshole. Sweat burst out on Morry's brow like water from a squeezed sponge. Sweat greased their thrashing bodies.
Mona's lips paced the rhythm with "Ah, ooh, yaah." Her body shook with delight. Her fingers became claws that dug at Morry's hips, searched for something to cling to, and finally came to rest, riders on his humping ass. Her palms sandpapered the orbs; they became a fierce pressure at the small of his back.
Morry slid his trembling hands from under her squashed tits and grabbed her shoulders for leverage.
"You ... dirty ... fucking ... bitch!" he grunted.
Her lips were like rags, torn and askew. Burbles of sound fell from them like flung objects. "Kiss me, no kill me. Kill me with it! Dirty cock hard up my ass. Oooh. Faster, darling. Faster. I love you. Get it in, that's it, all the way in. Further, darling. Kill me. Let me have it. I love your balls. Hot balls. Burn my ass. Burn me. Oooh. Screw ass, screw it. Hot poker in my ass. Ugh." Her breath became a staccato. "Good fuck, fuck, fuck me. Oh my Christ. Can't ... stand it. Yungh." Her ass flew up from the metal floor as if it had been in a slingshot. Morry's cock skewered her flesh.
Mona's head shot up from the floor and she moaned like a dying animal. "Screw go-ass," she hissed. "You're killing me, kill, killing me." Her head dropped on the floor with a thump.
Her body sagged beneath him. Something seemed to grip Morry's mind. His body surged with energy. The sweat that drained down his face ran onto her heaving shoulders. He buried his face in her hair. He pressed his gasping mouth against her neck. The storm in his loins gathered. It grew darker, it sent bolts of lightning through his thighs. With a shudder, his endless cock swelled and splurged. Ripples of heat convulsed his ass. His hips seemed to melt. His chest ballooned with air. Streams of heat poured into her sucking ass; they exploded, disintegrated and exploded again.
With a little cry, Morry rolled off her, grabbed her arm and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her rib cage and scooped up her tits. His cock became buried in the cleavage of her huge boobs. The hot air streaming up at him from her open mouth felt like a fire. His cock jiggled back and forth between the cupped tits. Little fires spurted from the tip of his cock. Suddenly lips covered the head of his prick as it poked out the top of her boobs. The mouth hardened around the neck of his cock. A tongue licked away the tiny spurts of fire. Morry released her boobs and lunged forward to support his weight on his palms. The hard mouth slid down to the base of his cock. Her tongue circled his cock like a python and squeezed. Fluid surged from his balls, into his quivering tube, and out into her hot mouth. She ate him like a starved cat. Drank, guzzled, licked, sucked. Her bellowing cheeks worked a froth onto her lips; the froth drained onto his hard-pressed balls. When he fell forward to collapse, his cockhead stuck in her throat. Sucking cheeks wouldn't let go. Morry's balls boiled and erupted. The mouth on his cock took it and sucked for more. Searching hands groped for his ass. They clutched the shaking orbs, dug fingernails in, clawed. Morry's balls squashed against her chin. Her tongue slid out from her lower lip to feel his balls. The tongue lashed from side to side. His body went rigid. Unbearable forces gathered in his thighs. His whole being seemed to wind into a tight bah. The ball unraveled and the whole world rushed into her fiery mouth. His fingers clutched at her hair; he wrenched her head from side to side as he clenched his teeth. Teeth slowly closed around his cock base and began to bite. His cock rippled, puffed up, shuddered and sent a long, milking stream across her rolling tongue.
Morry's mouth flew open. His lungs begged for air but couldn't move. At last a racking spasm flung his muscles from their invisible prison and he felt himself soar like a kite. Mona's gasping mouth closed against his. With her cheek burying his nostrils he couldn't breathe. Hot tits burned against his chest. A groping hand claimed his balls and cock. The hand beat his hard prick up and down.
Jerry stood near the edge of the dirt road that led up to Gilles Mountain, wondering what was keeping Morry.
Morry's lungs burned for air as Mona's box pressed flat against his face. When his probing tongue began to wiggle into the slot between her cuntlips, her mouth closed slowly around his cockhead. Morry's hands slid from the round hips up to her big ass. His hands pressed against the orbs, and his tongue sank in deeper. He felt his cock get sucked in like a noodle. Hands grabbed the backs of his upraised thighs. He clamped his thighs to her pulsing temples. Mona's cupping hands slid down the undersides of his thighs to his vulnerable ass. A finger probed between the cheeks and found his asshole. It sank inside, then began to jerk in and out. Morry's brain swam like a patient delirious with fever. Time had become meaningless. He didn't even know how long they had been at it. All he knew was that she didn't know how to stop or rest. She kept at him, tugging on his cock, kissing his balls, pulling his hands to her boobs and crotch. She stuck her wet tongue in his ear and whispered things so dirty, Morry had never heard them before. Things like, "Piss in my fucky hole."
Morry's lungs bellowed; his lips quivered. He got no rest. Tits clamped to his face like suction cups. Hard nipples grazed against his lips until they found .entry. A relentless Mona rolled and wrestled with his arms and limbs. She slid his cock into her armpit and moved her shoulder up and down.
He couldn't catch his breath. Air strained into his nostrils and mouth as if it were passing through wads of cotton. "My God. My ... God," he finally managed. "Stop it, for God's sake. Mona, let me ... go!"
She did, but only to grab another part of him. Her sweat-streaked body flopped onto his and took hold of anything, everything. His hair, ears, shoulders, biceps, balls.
Pushing, elbowing, lunging, he managed to escape to the front seat. Even that was an illusion. She clambered over the seat after him. Hot hands circled and squeezed his hard-on.
Mona whispered, "I love your beautiful prick. I want to sit on you."
And she did. She leaped up on the seat and straddled his thighs with her own. Her smooth back pressed against his chest. Morry's arms slipped around her slender waist, and he felt her delicious hair matted against his cheek. When her head turned toward him, his lips skimmed across the curve of her cheek to her open mouth. When he found her lips his mouth felt as if it were on fire. Something that sounded like a ping went off inside his brain. It was something breaking down, like the desire to be tired, to have it and run. He didn't want to get away from her any more; he didn't want anything but her.
Mona nuzzled the tip of her tongue against his lower lip and stroked it. Morry's lips pressed harder against hers; her mouth yielded, then responded with a warmth like a mother to a child. Her hands rubbed the tops of his quaking thighs, then moved back to explore his hips.
He clutched her head with both hands, fired his tongue into her open mouth and explored the hot interior. The heat of her moist breath streamed from her nostrils and bathed his cheek. Mona's tongue swiveled from side to side beneath his, curled up and over his and tangled the tongues like a knot. The churning, liquid communication made his mind reel, especially when her tongue began to wiggle like an exotic dancer, thrusting to trace the curved roof of his mouth, making little circles there, then lurching to poke into his cheek. The tongue began to saw in and out of his tight lips. When it came in, he sucked it in further and sucked even harder when it began to slide out.
His hands slid from her hair. His hands felt like melting wax, running down a cylinder of hair to become pools that jelled on the tops of her naked shoulders. When their faces parted to gasp for air, his hands plunged from her shoulders like an avalanche. Down the curved slopes his hands flew until his fingers grazed Mona's hard nipples. He let his fingertips graze there until each finger had felt the trace of her nubs. His forefingers circled the little shields of each nipple. Then his moist palms, flat and hard, pressed lightly against each nub. His fingers curled; gentle fingers stroked the curves of her big boobs.
Mona's head floated away and came to rest on his right shoulder. Her hands left his hips and rose to press against the backs of Morry's hands. His palms and fingers grew flooded with soft flesh. Her bulging boobs pressed swollen flesh between his fingers. Mona forced his hands to move around. Her heaving lungs made his hands rise, fall, rise in rhythm. His ecstatic hands swirled around and around on the orbs of flesh. Her tits were everything his hands wanted-big, smooth, moving, firm, soft, and hot. His hands couldn't take it; they began to tremble violently.
Mona rolled her head on his shoulder and touched his neck with her tongue. Her tongue traced wet circles against his skin. Morry thrust his ass forward and felt his cock spread the cheeks of her ass and enter the sanctuary of the cleavage. Mona's ass thrust back at him; her ass swelled and grew hard and surrounded his hard-on like a water bed engulfing a welcome guest. Morry clamped his hands against her boobs to force her body hard against his heaving chest.
He thought he would go mad when she began to rock her ass from side to side, making his pole swing back and forth like a sapling in a high wind.
Morry's hand came off her right tit, glided across her shoulder and became a cup on the curve of her throat. But her hand never left his; her fingers gripped the back of his hand and accompained his every move. When his left hand slid from her left tit to feel her quaking belly, Mona's hand was there, too, like the shell of a turtle. When his hand dropped farther to cup the wet hair of her cunt, Mona's hand drove Morry's hand on. She pushed and guided his fingers; she spread his fingers until she found the one she wanted. She grabbed his middle finger and made her clenched fist slide up and down it, as if it were a cock. Then she curled his finger in an inch at a time. When he had it all the way in, she pulled it halfway out and then stuffed it back in. Soon her hand rode the rhythm of his finger.
Morry pressed hard against her upheld throat with his other hand. He twisted his head and bent it low to contact her open lips. Their mouths met in a crush of passion; tongues flew at each other like cobras.
The swollen cheeks of her ass began to roll around on his lap like crazy balloons. Mona's calves levered under Morry's knees; she clamped her legs tight around his knees. His cock stretched even further; it grew as hard as steel. Her ass, gripping his hard-on almost like a huge hand, began to jerk up and down. The skin of his cock surged up and down his shaft. Her ass rose; he felt her asshole slide past the head of his cock. With a lunge, Morry arched his back, shot his hand from her throat down to hold her ass up, then shoved his cockhead into her asshole.
Mona's face wrenched away from his sucking lips. She moaned.
When Morry released the pressure of his right hand, her ass came down in a rush, and his cock skewered deep into her ass. His balls squeezed up against the edge of her snatch. His right arm clamped hard around her waist. But he couldn't hold her. With the leverage of her legs like pinions at his knees, her ass rose unsteadily from his lap. Half his cock slid out of her asshole. Morry's mind became a frantic patient, waiting for the doctor's return. It didn't come; she held her ass poised four inches above his lap. He thrust up at her, driving his stake all the way into the hot cunt. The hot bulges of her ass flattened against his hipbones. His cock felt as if it were burning in a fire. He tried to hold himself in that position, but he couldn't; his belly muscles rebelled, quaked, gave way. His ass slapped down onto the seat. When his cock came partway out of her, it seemed to grow longer, trying to stay inside. His cock became a growing tree that widened its trunk, and with each beat of his heart, added a ring of growth, another head of length.
His ass flew up from the seat. Hot cock lodged deep in a mound of gripping flesh. Her belly trembled. Their asses fell back to the seat locked in heated embrace. The impact of coming down forced his prick even further up her hole. Mona ground the orbs of her ass around on his lap.
Morry's teeth chattered. He gulped fleeting air into his rasping lungs. His middle finger churned in and out of her cunthole in a flurry. His giant cock rocked from side to side inside her ass. His finger came out of her snatch, and Morry used both arms to clutch her waist. He squeezed her body fiercely against his chest.
Her ass flew up. A long cock and quivering ass followed her move. Her hips swayed from side to side in mid-air. Morry's quaking ass put an inch of cock in and out of her in frantic thrusts. Then he sank it in and held it there. The flashes in his mind were like flickering lightning. His cock boiled up like a pot on a stove. Heat surged through his loins. Hips and asses tumbled back toward the seat. Her ass went wild on his lap. It swung out and around, rose and fell, squeezed and plundered his pole. His cock shot off like a shuddering water pipe. Rushes of jism surged through his tube with an urgency something like pain. Every volt of his human electricity seemed to gather and concentrate in his balls, then leap into the sky.
Again and again his cock widened her flesh and poured the fluid of love into her ass. He held her against his chest as if she were a life preserver. Their mouths became formless lips. Tongues lost all sense of direction. Morry groped for and found a hot tit with his left hand. His right found her snatch. With his finger inside her box, rippling cunt massaged his hand.
Their thrashing bodies began to make the car rock. The blob of flesh on his lap molded against his hips and thighs. Morry shuddered with each spurt of his shooting cock. The world whirled away like a feather. Her moans of joy mingled with the shriek of his breathing. Her body went rigid in his arms. They both grew taut. She shuddered and cried out. Her cunt went mad around his middle finger. Her cunt tossed his finger around like a toy.
Morry fell to his left; the seat rose to meet him. He lay there, his cock still halfway in her ass. Mona slid off his lap and flopped on top of Morry. She pelted his cheeks and lips with kisses. Her fingers streamed into his hair. He felt his sore cock making an indentation against the softness of her belly. Mona cooed something at him.
He couldn't answer. His racing lungs and pounding heart made words unintelligible. Her big boobies slid around on the flat of his chest. The bell of her hair shrouded his face. Her relentless hands kept searching for ears, shoulders, biceps, balls.
Jerry paced back and forth. Every time he saw the headlights of cars down the road, he hoped it would be Morry. He had to duck into the bushes each time a car passed. The only thing he could think of was that Morry had followed Ma and Pa and was trying to see what they were doing.
Morry paced back to his car on wobbly feet. She had dropped him off, kissing him passionately. He hardly knew where her clothes had come from. One moment she was naked, the next she was slipping into a black dress and a fur. He was so exhausted, he had slept half the time away on the way back to town.
When she woke him to tell him they were near town, she said, "I'll meet you at the theater again some time, darling. Just stand outside after the picture ends. I don't want to lose you."
His answer was to roll his eyes. And he was thinking that Jerry would never believe him, that's all. He might as well not even tell him about it. Morry would just have to see more movies, that's all. Movies were better than ever.
When evening came, and Twidell thought he was going to make it out of the house at last, now that the Winters had gone out, he was disappointed. The girls said he ought to have a drink before he left. He had one, then decided to have another. He didn't know what happened to his clothes. They were just gone, that's all. A set of fingers eagerly closed around his cock.