Chapter 12
When Maybelle returned to the bank, she went directly to Stebbins's office.
"You're late, precious," he said scoldingly, though in the hypocritically sweet tone which was his hallmark. "Just because you and I are, uh. special friends, that doesn't mean you can take liberties with your job."
"Knock that off!" Maybelle said sharply. "I want you to put somebody else at my station so that I can make some calls." .
"What kind of calls?" Stebbins asked, taken aback by her attitude.
"Never mind! You'll do it, Mr. Stebbins, or I'll tell everybody in the bank about us."
"Now, wait a minute . . ." he said, rising.
"No, you wait... softie! Your precious reputation is at stake." "Maybelle, I don't understand you!" "Just do what I said."
The bank manager left his office, giving her a funny look. He obviously didn't want to comply with her odd demand, but was afraid not to. When all was said and done, she did have him by the balls, she realized, her sense of power rising again.
Stebbins assigned one of the bookkeepers to Maybelle's teller's window, and she took a desk at the rear. She got out the phone book and waited until Stebbins had walked away, still perplexed and confused, before she began dialing.
She methodically called every store, cafe and bar in town. Her message was the same to all of them: Delman Industries was insolvent, and they shouldn't cash any checks drawn on Delman's account.
That job done, she returned to her station and relieved the substitute girl.
She was getting strange looks from everyone by that time, but she didn't care. She kept an eye on the clock as the hour grew late.
At five minutes before closing time, Johnnie appeared, as they had agreed and placed five checks before her. Each was drawn to his name, for two hundred dollars, and was signed by Nick. Johnnie had endorsed them all.
There was only nine hundred dollars in the account, but Maybelle cashed all five checks, anyway. She figured that Stebbins owed her the extra hundred, at least. Johnnie pocketed the cash and, with a wink, left the counter.
Maybelle closed out her own savings account, and walked to Stebbins's office, her hips rolling. Johnnie was seated just outside the office, out of Stebbins's line of vision.
'Tm quitting," Maybelle told the manager. "May I have my final check, please?"
The short, baldheaded man- was shocked. "Maybelle . . . precious . . . what's come over you today?"
"I'm leaving Peachville," she said.
"But you can't-not after all we've meant to each other!"
"You haven't meant anything to me!" she snapped. "I never agreed to your filthy proposition."
"Angel, you don't know what you're saying!" Stebbins exclaimed, and sought to embrace her, unmindful the door of his office was open.
She tried to squirm away, but he succeeded in wrapping his hands around the springy-soft globes of her ass. As she writhed, he pulled her against him, and her rotating belly teased his cock to hardness.
The sound of her hand striking his cheek reached the young man who was seated just outside, and he raged into the office.
"You prick!" he yelled at Stebbins when he saw him embracing Maybelle. The young man grasped the stubby banker and whirled him away from her.
"Don't!" she cried when Johnnie cocked, his fist to smash Stebbins in the face. "He still has to make out my check."
"And cash it!" Johnnie added menacingly.
"Yes.. . . yes," Stebbins said, hurrying to his desk.
He drew the check on his special account, not bothering about deductions.
"You're making a terrible mistake!" he said as he pulled out his wallet and cashed the check, which Maybelle endorsed.
"Now you can hit him, Johnnie I" she said, and put the money into her purse.
The young man lunged across Stebbins's desk and lifted him by his shirt-front. Johnnie's balled fist struck the banker on the jaw, and he slumped in his chair with a groan. Maybelle and Johnnie hurried from the office, past the other bank employees who were clustered outside the door with their mouths gaping.
Johnnie drover her home and gave her a kiss just before she got out. "I'll pick you up in half an hour," he promised.
That would give each of them just enough time to pack.
Maybelle rushed into the house, where she found her uncle waiting, his expression fierce.
"You ungrateful slut!" he exclaimed. "Your boss called me and told me what happened. Do you realize you've ruined me?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" she said, brushing past him toward the stairs. "Stebbins won't blame you. But even if he did, you've got it coming! You had no right to barter me off to him."
"Ooooh, no?" The husky, white-haired man grasped Maybelle by an arm and dragged her away from the stairs. "I own you! I can do any- thing with you I want!"
"You may own half the town, Uncle," she said. "But, I'm not included! Now, let go!"
Hobart's jowls quivered, and he swung Maybelle around. He dropped onto a straight chair in the entry hall and pulled her forward, across his lap.
She was appalled to realize he intended to give her another spanking. She writhed, but he had no difficulty holding her down with one hand while he pulled up her skirt with the other. Her shapely buttocks shook in flesh-tone nylon panties.
The old man took a bead on her quivering, bobbing ass, then smacked the flat of his hand stingingly against the seat of her panties. She yelped. Hobart kept spanking her panty-clad bottom, making loud, fleshy reports, and her buttocks shook wildly, smarting beneath her thin briefs.
Maybelle first felt humiliation, then rage that her uncle would dare treat her this way after all that had happened between them. She dug her hands into his leg, scratching him. But that only seemed to spur him on.
He pulled her panties down off her bouncy butt and spanked her bare asscheeks, making sharper, more erotic sounds that were like pistol shots in the small foyer. As she squirmed, falling farther forward across his lap, the black fur of her pussy, and its plushy lips, peeped out from between the tops of her creamy-smooth thighs.
Her uncle's cock pressed against her belly by that time, giving her added shame. She squealed loudly.
Nick approaching the front door of the house with fire in his eyes, didn't bother to knock but jerked the door open. He saw old Hobart spanking Maybelle's bare, upturned ass.
'That's what she's got coming," Nick snarled. "And worse!"
Hobart stopped spanking his niece and stared at the intruder. He continued to hold Maybelle down, and didn't bother covering her bottom, as he demanded, "Who are you?"
"A guy she double-crossed!" Nick said, having gotten the first reports of failure from his check-cashing brigade. "Let me get at her when you're through!"
"Why wait?" Hobart retorted, an odd lust churning in his old balls. "Just shut the door, huh?"
Maybelle was horrified. She prayed that Johnnie would return early to pick her up, but feared he would not be early enough.
"Carry her upstairs and throw her on a bed!" Hobart told Nick.
The younger man boosted her off the other's lap, and flipped her onto his shoulder. Her skirt hung down over her head, and her bare ass stuck into the air, quivering, as he carried her up the stairs. Her silk panties were wound around her thighs, just above her stocking tops.
Hobart followed up the staircase, the front of his trousers pushing forward. It would be a rare thrill, he thought, to take her while the young stud was taking her too-they would ruin her together, and it would be a fitting comeuppance for her betrayal of him.
Maybelle wailed in fright and humiliation, but her voice was muffled by her inside-out skirt. Her uncle's house was well insulated and set back from the road, making it all but impossible for her cries to have been heard next door or on the street, anyway.
Nick tossed her onto her uncle's wide bed, and she sprawled across it on her belly, her naked asscheeks vibrating.
'There's only one kind of punishment this bitch deserves," Nick grated as he stared at her bottom, which bore rosy swatches from the spanking she'd received. 'That's to get fucked up the ass!"
Hobart's gnarled old penis twitched. "Okay, give it to her!" he said, his eyes glinting madly. "And I'll shove my cock in her mouth!"
"NOOOOOOH!" Maybelle bawled. "PLEASE!"
Her cries were to no avail as Nick ripped his pants open and pushed them down, together with his shorts. His long prick whipped free and locked into an arrogant upward slant.
Hobart moved around to her front and unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his heavy cock and rolled back its leathery foreskin, causing his moist, purplish glans to swell.
The girl gazed at his thickly veined prick which projected forward from his open fly, and she felt ill. But she was more concerned about Nick's vicious cock, which was going to come at her from behind.
Oh, Johnnie . . . JOHNNIE! she thought. Where are you?
Nick knelt on the bed and grasped her fleshy asscheeks, his thumbs in the creases beneath their cushiony softness while his fingers extended up her dimpled flanks. He pushed, forcing her ass into the air. She had to draw her knees forward, to steady herself, and her breasts were mashed into the bed, her cheek lying against it.
Nick pinched her buttocks apart and gazed at the tiny anus he had invaded once before and which was tightly clenched against his second onslaught.
He gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat it into the crack of Maybelle's ass. The spit landed directly on her sensitive dimple, creating a moist shock. Nick was quick to take advantage of the lubrication, moving close and poking his blunt cockhead against the resisting aperture.
"NOOOOOOOH!" Maybelle cried.
Her uncle smiled glintingly as he watched in sadistic fascination. The girl had it coming, he assured himself. This would pay her back for all the years she had lived in his house without giving him the satisfaction he had craved-and it would repay her for her latest perfidy. He stroked his knobby-headed prick, preparing to gain his final satisfaction from her.
Nick was grinding his stiff prick against her asshole, forcing the tiny orifice to spread. A burning ache blossomed in her abused rear as the cruel man stretched her rubbery ring wide, then popped his fat cockhead into her butt. Growling lustfully, he pushed harder, and his prick sank deeper and deeper into her ass.
Hobart chuckled lasciviously as he watched, and Maybelle moaned, beating her small clenched fists against the bed. Nick's brutal invasion of her backside hurt, and she was gazing at her uncle's nasty old prick, knowing that she was about to be forced to suck it.
He waited until Nick had penetrated his niece's asshole to the full length of his thick, throbbing rod. When the younger man began to stroke in and out through her tightly clutching anal ring, and she opened her mouth to bawl piteously, Hobart shoved his meaty whang between her lips, choking off the sound. He stopped her pretty face thoroughly with his strong-tasting, slippery prick, and there was nothing that Maybelle could do but suck on the filthy thing as her eyes rolled and her senses swirled giddily.
Nick continued giving it to her up her rear, his cock stroking the sensitive nerve-ends in her clasping anus and reaching deep into her bowels. At the same time, Hobart stroked in and out between her circular, sucking lips.
As much as she hated the sadistic men, and resented their vile attack upon her, she responded to the unwanted dual assault. Her back began to ripple as she lifted her bottom rhythmically to Nick's asshole-spearing thrusts. At the other end of the undulation, her head lunged at her uncle's thrusting cock. She took his fat knob deep into her throat as her lips worked fishlike along his shaft. Her legs flexed in her sheer stockings and taut garter straps.
"Aaawwwwngh . . . aaaawwwwgh . . . ghh-aaaaawwww . . ." she -said against the meaty prick that stuffed her mouth.
She felt Nick's cock surging far up her rectum as he fucked her tight asshole with fierce concentration. His hands rolled her fleshy buttocks, alternately pulling them apart and letting them snap shut around his stroking shaft. He got glimpses of her rosy anal membrane turning outward as he drew his prick from her, then folding in once more as he gave her grabby asshole his next sodomistic thrust.
Maybelle's nerves drew taut and, though she struggled against giving way, she was unable to hold off the orgasm that exploded within her like a bright, hot flare. She champed down on her uncle's mouth-fucking prick, and he came, spurting his rich cream down her throat.
Nick ejaculated into her hot ass a moment later, and the dizzy girl felt a new throb of orgasm that further shamed her.
"Maybelle!" Johnnie was yelling from downstairs.
She jerked her mouth of her uncle's cock and cried, "Up here, Johnnie! Help me!"
The young man lunged up the stairs two and three at a time and burst into the room. He arrived to see Nick pull his prick out of Maybelle's ass.
Livid with rage, Johnnie swung at the wiry but unprepared con man. His fist caught Nick on the jaw and sent him toppling over.
Hobart had pulled his cock from Maybelle's mouth and was trying to make it to the door. Johnnie stuck out a foot and tripped him, sending him lunging forward, his head bashing painfully into the wall. Hobart lay still, looking like a sack of dirty clothes.
Nick was struggling to his feet. Johnnie caught him with a knee under the chin and he fell back. The young man kicked him.
"Ghaaaaawwww . . ."he rattled, blood trickling from his mouth. He lay still.
"Have you killed them?" Maybelle asked, scrambling off the bed.
"Not likely," Johnnie said. "But I'm not sure they don't deserve it. Come on-get your stuff together. We're taking off!"
Late that night, in a motel room many miles from Peachville, Maybelle snuggled in her young lover's arms and said, "It's all like a bad dream now. And we've got our whole lives ahead of us, darling."
"Yeah," he said, beaming at her. 'That money we got from Delman is just enough to tide us over until I find a job. I'll bet that son of a bitch is fit to be tied-he came to Peachville to screw the hicks and got screwed himself. We left him without a penny."
"Serves him right," Maybelle said. "But that business about you getting a job-how about me, too? I'm a pretty good teller, you know."
"Sure, but can you see Stebbins giving you a reference?"
Maybelle frowned. "I suppose not. Well, I can do something else."
"Right on!" Johnnie said. "You'll be doing what you do best."
"And what's that, Mr. Wheeler?"
"Making love to me. Day and night, if I want it. Hell, I'll even come home for lunch."
"You!"
He pushed the covers down away from them and looked at Maybelle's beautiful body. He fondly stroked her shivery tits and watched her nipples stiffen up, rosy and plump. He bent and licked one.
He was showing some stiffening himself, and Maybelle's delicate, cool hand crawled around his shank. She squeezed his dick hard.
"How about getting on top, baby?" he suggested ardently.
"Sounds great. But first . . ."
Maybelle snuggled down next to his loin and gave his fat, throbbing cockhead a swipe with her rosy tongue. A tremor passed through his husky form, and he stroked her black hair.
"Do you think I give good head, Johnnie?" she asked, her soft lips brushing his cock. 'The best!" he said.
'That's what I love to hear," she told him. "Because I want to be a real hot cocksucker, just for you!"
Her mouth capped his prick, and she began to suck fervidly, pumping her head up and down. He groaned. His hips writhed against the bed. He jabbed gently upward, stroking his rigid cock between her soft, sucking lips.
When she had brought him to a throbbing peak of excitement, he guided her forward astride him, and his prick speared upward into her warm, clasping cunt. She screwed her hips passionately and bobbed on flexing legs. Her titties bounced up and down.
"Oooooh . . . yeah, baby!" he husked.
"Johnnie, I just love your prick!" she said.
She proved she really meant it as her motions became more frenzied, her pussy gulping hungrily at his upthrust cock. Her tits tossed and quivered.
Johnnie reached up and grasped them. Then he gave a vigorous lunge into her swirling cunt. His prick shook in her velvety, wet clutches as he spurted his sperm deeply into her.
Maybelle came gloriously, and she knew she was with the only man she would ever want. As he held her close and rocked her gently to and fro, kissing her about the neck, she looked forward to a whole lifetime of blissful fucking.