Chapter 7
Just before three in the morning, Jan, Tom and the old man got into the front seat of the old car and headed south. The air was charged with excitement and danger, she thought as they began their trip to rendezvous with Charles. She was dressed in Al's clothes and held a ski-mask on her lap for the final disguise. But the darkness that surrounded the car and the droning sound of the engine began to make her drowsy. Back in her room she couldn't sleep and now she couldn't stay awake. Within minutes her head began to dip and Tom slipped his arm around her so she could doze on his shoulder. The next thing she remembered was Tom nudging her to wake her up.
"You know what to do?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, suddenly alert. "I hide in the bushes until my husband gets there. He opens all the doors on the car and goes to the phone booth. When the phone rings, I snatch the suitcase with the money, dump the money in the laundry bag and put the suitcase back. Then I sneak back to the bushes and into the woods behind the station."
"It shouldn't take him more than five minutes to drive from where he is now to where you'll be," Pa added. "So the police won't have time to check the place out first. But you can be sure they'll be there by the time he leaves. That's why it's important that you get away from there as fast as possible. The fact that he won't know the money is gone will work for us. And I'll give him instructions that will make them think the next stop is the money-drop. They'll be more anxious to get to that point."
"All you have to do is cut through the woods to the road behind the station," Tom added. "And start walking east."
Jan was nervous now. She could see the station up the road and the reality of the situation hit her all at once.
"Put on the mask," Tom said, "and these gloves."
The car eased into the station and they pointed out where she was to hide. "The other road is just behind those trees," Pa was saying as she pulled on the mask. "If anything goes wrong, just stay away from that road and we'll know."
"Don't get nervous waiting," Tom said, helping her from the car. "It's going to take about a half-hour before he gets here. So stay hidden and be quiet."
Jan nodded and ran toward the spot where she was to hide. She heard the car drive off behind her and was suddenly filled with fear and loneliness. It was much darker than she ever imagined it would be and she wondered how she'd ever manage to find her way through the woods in total darkness. But her eyes gradually adjusted and she found she could see a little better as time passed. The dead silence slowly gave way to the sounds of life present even in the loneliest countryside. She heard a car and thought her heart would pound out of her chest. It seemed to take forever before she saw the headlights flickering on the trees and even longer until she actually saw the car on the road. But it drove by without stopping.
The sound of the second car coming from the opposite direction wasn't noticeable until it was almost there. She felt her skin crawl as it pulled into the station a few feet from where she was squatting in the bushes and she recognized it as her own. The sight of something familiar again, something that was hers, gave her a sense of relief. Then she saw Charles opening the doors of the car, and she wanted to rush out to let him in on the excitement and thrill she was experiencing. But she remained motionless, grinning from ear to ear as she watched him walk to the phone booth.
All the doors of the car were open now and she could see the suitcase on the back seat. The headlights were focused on Charles and the booth and she realized he couldn't see past the bright lights and wouldn't see her slipping out to get the money.
The sound of the phone suddenly shattered the silence. The moment Charles picked up the receiver Jan rushed to the car, opened the suitcase and dumped the money into the laundry bag. As she replaced the suitcase on the back seat again, she took a moment to enjoy the safe, familiar feeling and smell of her car. Then she slipped away and began her trip through the dark woods. Her ears were tuned to the sounds at the station, but nothing changed until she was out of hearing distance and she figured they were keeping Charles on the phone as long as possible.
A few minutes later she emerged from the woods onto the dirt road and found the old Chevy waiting there for her. She wondered how they got there so fast. She saw Tom behind the wheel but the old man wasn't in the car. She realized they hadn't told her the car would be waiting for her, just in case she got caught.
"Be quiet," Tom said as she got in. "Close the door as easy as possible." Then he drove slowly down the road without putting on the lights.
"When can I start breathing again?" Jan asked in a whisper, laughing with relief. "My heart feels like it's in my mouth."
"I know what you mean," he chuckled. "I'm holding mine until we pick up Pa and get out of the area."
The sky was beginning to get light, she noted. A new day was beginning in more than one way, she told herself with a sigh as Tom navigated the car over a maze of back roads without benefit of the lights. Then suddenly something flashed on the road ahead of them and he stopped for Pa to get into the car.
"How'd it go?" he asked, slipping in beside Jan.
"Just as planned," Jan answered. "There's the money," she added, pointing to the laundry bag on the floor.
"I told your husband we'd call him to tell him where to pick you up," the old man said as he examined a handful of bills from the bag. "At the last minute I figured we'd better wait until tonight to set you free. It'll give us a chance to settle our nerves a little... never been so scared in all my life."
"That makes two of us," Jan laughed. "And I'm exhausted anyway. Couldn't get to sleep last night, I was so excited."
They drove on in silence then, arriving back at the house as it started to get light. Jan saw the old woman waiting on the porch for them. Over a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, they relived the details of their adventure, each telling of their own nerve-racking experiences. But Jan was the one with the star role and everyone listened when she spoke, giving her ego a tremendous lift. She finally asked to be excused so she could get some much-needed sleep. Once again the old couple surprised her with a rare display of emotion as they tried to express their gratitude.
The room was bright with sunlight when she awoke, and it added to her new feeling of contentment. She was wide awake, alert and anxious to do something physical now, to use up some of her rekindled energy. The thought crossed her mind that she'd like to go out and play football with the kids... in the nude... running and laughing... being tackled... and grabbed...
Then her eyes locked on the empty chair by the door and she remembered she had left Al's clothes there. She wondered when he had come for them and wished she had been awake to see if he had any lingering thoughts about joining her in bed. But the door moved slightly and she forgot about Al and wondered who was peeking in at her.
"Are you awake?" Tom whispered.
"Yes. Come in," she chirped happily, pulling the blanket up under her chin in an automatic reflex.
"I've been wanting to tell you something..." he whispered as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "It's about what happened in that field the other day... I didn't mean to do what I did..."
"You mean you didn't like it?" she teased.
"Oh no! I mean... yes. Yes! I liked it!" he stammered. "But I didn't want to rape you like that."
"That's a shame. I thought you wanted me so bad you just couldn't help yourself. Now I feel disappointed."
"I did... I couldn't help myself... but but... you're confusing me. I wanted to tell you I was sorry for raping you... but I wanted you..."
"Then why don't you come over here and tell me how much you wanted me and not how sorry you are for taking what you wanted?" she said softly.
Tom approached the bed and tried to figure out how he was going to manage this situation without her seeing the bulge in his pants. Then as he got to the side of the bed she reached out for him and the blanket slipped to her waist, revealing her tits to his popping eyes.
"I couldn't help myself!" he blurted out, and dropped on the bed to bury his head between her tits.
"That's what I wanted to hear," Jan purred, locking her arms around his head and clutching him to her chest. "And to prove it, I'm going to rape you now."
His handsome face lifted to look into hers with surprise. He didn't believe his ears, and now he didn't believe she was opening his pants. The shock left him speechless, helpless and motionless. It wasn't until he felt his erection escape from the cramped prison of his shorts that he gained his senses and feverishly tore off his clothes and climbed back in bed with her. Then she squirmed out from under him and he found himself being pushed over on his back.
"I said I was going to rape you," Jan said with a grin, lifting her leg over him and sitting on his stomach to hold him down. "You may be stronger than I am, but if you try to resist I'll... I'll... do something. So don't try to resist."
Grinning with delight, she rose to a kneeling position, holding his arms locked against his sides with her legs, and inched forward until she was positioned directly over his face. "Scared?" she teased.
"Don't do it," he gasped, trying to make it sound like a desperate plea.
His hot breath swept through her pubic hair and she lowered herself to rub his nose in it. And she could feel his tongue stretching out of his mouth, trying to get at her cunt, but she kept it just out of his reach, tantalizing herself as much as it tantalized him.
Then, still pretending it was all a game, she quickly turned her body to face his cock. Her eyes locked on the giant prong and she found she had lowered herself onto his protruding tongue without thinking and was being drained of her strength by the invasion of it. Then, slowly, without disturbing the sensations he was whipping into her cunt, she lowered her body and reached for his cock.
She could feel him say, "Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmmm..." into her cunt when she touched his hot, throbbing meat, and she got chills from the vibrations his voice caused in her pussy. A glistening drop appeared at the tip of his cock and she brought her puckered lips down to sip it away. His mouth and tongue instantly communicated the delight she was causing and inspired her to see how much more of a tonguing he could deliver.
"Mmmmmmm..." she breathed, slithering her tongue down the throbbing length of his shaft, curling on the way to get an idea of the thickness. "Unnnnggggghhhhh," she groaned when he whipped his tongue furiously around her dew-lined cunt.
Her silky hair was cascading down the throbbing meat and his body quivered from the touch of it. Then his tongue withdrew so he could catch his breath. She knew that at any moment be would release his cum and she quickly slipped her satiny lips over the cockhead to catch every drop of it.
Tom was gasping for air, his lungs burning from the moist heat he was sucking from the well of her cunt, and his brain was going numb from the need for oxygen. Then he worked his mouth and nose like vacuum cleaners, sucking up the taste and smell of her cunt and asshole.
The heat of his breath on her asshole and the suction of his open mouth on her panting cunt bathed Jan in pleasure she tried desperately to repay on his swollen cock. She kept her eyes wide open as she fed his sword into her mouth and reached fingers down to feel the big sac at the base of it. The tempo of his thumping meat quickened as she cupped and weighed the package in her hand, the short hairs fizzing out straight at the tingling sensation of her touch.
Then his cock recoiled and fired, filling her throat with his thick syrup, causing her mind to record everything in slow-motion. And with the first squirt of mouth-filling cum, she felt his tongue penetrate deep into her weeping cunt, gagging her at both ends. She wanted to scream out to let him know how good it all felt, but that was impossible to do with her cheeks puffing out from the flood of his spurting cum.
"Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm," she gurgled, taking the last of his cum and grinding his face into the junction of her legs for the last drop of her own orgasm.
"How was that?" she asked, turning to face him.
"I've never felt anything like that before," he replied, trying to put enthusiasm in his words, but finding his tongue too thick and fuzzy.
"See? There's no reason to go moping around with your tail between your legs any more."
"I won't," he laughed.
The sound of the door opening caused Jan to freeze where she was. She felt sure it was the old woman coming in to find her corrupting one of her boys. And there was little doubt about who was doing what to whom, she had to admit, sitting on Tom's stomach and waiting for the worst to happen at ahy moment.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," David's voice finally broke the silence.
"Oh, David," Jan sighed, turning to see him standing in the doorway. "Come give me a kiss, doll."
He ran to the bed, kissed her quickly and turned to leave. "I'll always remember how nice you were to us," he added before opening the door. "You're the greatest!" he exclaimed, and was gone.
The door closed and Jan felt a warm glow come over her. It was great to be alive, she told herself. Especially when everything turned out as well as it had with her. Though she did have some pangs of guilt about the selfish pleasures she got from her acts of kindness.
"You are the greatest," Tom was saying as she started to drift off in her own thoughts. "And I'm not just saying that because you're beautiful you're just great about everything. The way you treat everyone... the way you... err..."
"The way I let you seduce me?" she laughed.
"You always confuse me when I try to tell you how much I like you... other than for sex reasons."
"I know," she said. "I love to see you try to talk your way out of it and always end up back where you started."
"So you were trying to take advantage of me all along," he said, sliding his hands up her smooth legs to her hips. "The next time I rape you I won't feel so bad."
"Mmmmmmm," Jan purred with a twinkle in her eye. She lifted herself off his stomach to have a look at his cock, and was pleasantly surprised to see it standing at attention. "Come to think of it, I believe I was sidetracked in my attempt to rape you. But now... I'm back on the track."
Tom gulped when her fingers wrapped around his prick and his eyes widened as he watched her move into position above it. He longed to reach down and run his hands over her body now, but he knew by the intent look on her face that she wanted to be alone with his cock. The love affair was apparent by the way she handled it and stared at it with such longing.
"Mmmmm... my turn..." she purred, "...to take what I want!"
"Don't tease it!" Tom said, swallowing hard as she pressed the knob into her cunt and circled the entrance with the lightest of touches. "It's yours... take it. Rape it. Do anything you want... but don't tease it! Please don't tease it!"
"Shhhh," she whispered back, never taking her eyes off the blinking eye at the tip of his cock.
"This is my rape... suffer..."
From her position over the upright organ, it seemed much longer and thicker than she remembered it to be. Her fingers circled and measured it, and her slow-motion moves fanned the flames of desire within her body and made her hunger for it almost unbearable. This self-inflicted punishment, she told herself, would triple the final reward when she devoured it.
For Tom, the agony of her slowness was laced with fear. The fear of not gaining entrance, the fear of not being able to hold back his building climax and the fear of ultimately disappointing her. But he remained motionless, paralyzed by the sight of her intense longing for his throbbing cock, displayed in the way she looked at it and handled it.
"Mmmmmm..." she breathed, talking to the shaft in her hand as its blunt knob massaged her puckered, sipping cuntal lips. "It's going to be like sitting on a flagpole. A giant flagpole, with a big brass ball at the top. Mmmmmm... I can't wait... to sit... on this flagpole."
The waiting was nerve-racking for the boy, who was now convinced more than ever, by the apparent agony she was displaying, that it was a painful act for her. Then he found himself holding his breath as she started to impale herself on his cock.
"Ohhh!" she cried when the knob was consumed. "Unnnnngggg... unnn... unnnnnnggghhhh," she groaned as she slid lower and lower on the shaft. "So big... oh so big! And more to go... have to get it all... every last inch..."
She couldn't stand the torture any longer and brought the full weight of her body down on the pole, sending it scorching up her insides in one swift thrust, to satisfy her need to know its total length right now.
"Don't take it out!" he yelled with panic when she lifted herself back to the tip again.
"Ooooawwww," Jan sighed, not hearing his plea, feeling only the void inside her. Then she came down again with all her weight.
The panic of thinking he was losing her was too great for Tom and he didn't want it to happen again. He tried to reach down to capture her, to hold her down on his cock so he could release his juices. But Jan squinned out of his grasp and pushed him back on the bed, adding to her pleasure when she realized the control this position actually gave her. She lifted herself to the tip again, watching the agony on his face at his involuntary withdrawal, and the sudden relief as she slid down on it again. She slipped back up to the tip and down again, faster this time... and even faster the next.
"Oh, Tom," she sighed, and dropped to his chest, pressing her body tight against his and locking him firmly inside her. "Oh Tommmm... Tommmm..." she repeated over and over, gritting her teeth as she tried to squeeze the explosion from his cannon without success.
"What the...?" she said with alarm as two hands pressed down on her buttocks, driving Tom's cock deeper into her body. "Oh no!" she cried, knowing instinctively that it was Al behind her, but not knowing what he had in mind as he forced her into his favorite position.
The urgency of her present involvement with Tom became uppermost in her mind. She wasn't going to let anything deprive her of the treat she had worked so hard to build. She began a feverish assault on his cock to set off the explosions she wanted. Every muscle in her body seemed to be squeezing and jerking to reach a climax as fast as possible, fearing that Al would do something to make her lose it.
At that moment, as she teetered at the peak of excitement, she felt Al's moist tongue stab at her anus. She bit Tom's shoulder to keep from screaming at the sensation of it. And she found she was able to hold back the tidal wave of her orgasm by sinking her teeth into Tom's flesh... just long enough to let Al snake his tongue into her rectum... secure it there... and release the floodgates!
Al became more of an asset than a liability, she realized as his hands pressed down on her buttocks, forcing Tom's throbbing meat into her right up to the hilt. And Al's tongue worked that strange magic of his on the sensitive opening of her ass.
"OH AL!" she screamed as his tongue reamed the walls of her rectum. "I can't breathe!" she gasped, grinding her pelvis harder and faster on Tom, whose ballooning meat felt like it was stretching her insides to the very limits.
At the peak of excitement she felt Tom's huge cock roar inside her, the first shot of it drenching her insides and washing everything from her brain. She answered his volley with her own, giving it all she had, finally relieved of the pent-up tension in her aching muscles.
When she finally found herself breathing normally again, she wondered if she had passed out at the height of the battle. Her mind went blank, she told herself, but she vividly remembered the flood of Tom's cum meeting the tide of her own and the snaking tongue in her ass that was present throughout it all.
She felt Al's hands kneeding the firm flesh of her buttocks, reminding her that he was still there. And she could feel Tom's cock slipping limply from her cunt. Al's fingers dug into her hips and she felt him pulling her up and back.
Jan's ass rose as Al lifted it to the right height, while her head rested on Tom's chest. Al eyed the fleshy mounds, then separated the smooth, white globes and stared at the buttonhole he found so captivating. He loved the way it blinked at him, frightened by his threat of invasion. Without hesitation, he planted his blunt cockhead at the entrance and smiled at the increased fear his knob created there.
The pink bud opened as he pushed forward. It was a slow, agonizing penetration that came to an end with little more than the very tip of his cock seated. He panicked, realizing he'd never accomplish this feat without lubrication, and he was already feeling the surge of his cum boiling and bubbling in his balls.
Again he tried to push forward and couldn't. The thought of spending his cum with his cock precariously locked at the entrance to her deep dark tunnel was more than he could bear, and he quickly plucked it out, hoping to ward off the explosion. Then his eyes fixed on another bull's-eye a few inches lower and he buried his throbbing shaft to the hilt in the heat and moisture of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm... that's better," Jan cooed, pressing her cheek into Tom's chest and breathing heavily again.
But for Al, the swishing sounds of the combination of her juices and Tom's, stirred by his pistoning shaft, reminded him that it was the other entrance he longed for, and he could settle for nothing else. He jerked his cock out swiftly, taking Jan's breath away, and planted it back at her unsuspecting asshole.
Al's cock glistened with lubrication now as the spear ran up the tight sleeve with much less resistance. He groaned, watching it disappear between the globes of white meat.
"Oh Al," Jan sobbed, once again finding the strength to flex the muscles in that tight sleeve, to massage and milk his pulsing cock.
Tom's mouth closed over hers then and she heard Al's panting, animal-like sounds ringing in her ears as he delivered his sperm up inside the depths of her clutching ass.