Chapter 6
"Jesus, honey... can't you move a little? I mean it's a damn shame with a body like yours you can't be a little bit more alive."
He braced himself with locked arms above her still form and looked down at her. The girl's eyes seemed like bottomless pools of darkness reflecting nothing he said, and what was worse, nothing he was doing.
His cock was soaked with the hot juices from her pussy where it rested with half the shaft in her cunt. Her pussy had heated up right away, the minute he had led her from the foyer by the stairs into the big living room and pulled the dress up over her head.
Just as he had guessed, she wore absolutely no underwear and her naked body was truly a sight to behold. Soft curling, blonde pussy hair ran in a even line from the top of her cuntal slit down to disappear between her full, firm thighs.
His mouth watered so much and his cock got so hard that he could hardly contain himself as he leaned forward to get a better look at the way her pussy hair seemed to curl, deliciously right into the crack of her cunt.
He couldn't resist it. He wanted to eat her snatch right then and there.
"Will your mother come downstairs?" he asked.
"Who?"
"Your mother."
"You mean Beatrice?"
"Uh... yeah, Beatrice," the young mailman replied. "Will she come downstairs while we're doin it?"
"Beatrice isn't well yet," Retha replied, aggravating him further with her total lack of concern.
"Well, you stay right here and keep your pussy warm," he said, sitting her on the sofa and moving towards the stairs. "I think I'll just check to make sure."
He took the stairs two at a time and opened the doors to three rooms before he found the right one.
"Jesus," he exclaimed as he entered the bedroom and saw the beautiful nude lying motionless on top of the covers. "I'm sorry, ma'am... I didn't mean to just come barging... " She didn't move. Her eyes rolled around to where he stood in the doorway, but she made no attempt to cover herself or even blush at his rude entrance.
It was curious, so curious that he couldn't resist going on into the room, since the woman on the bed didn't seem to mind him seeing her totally nude, with her beautiful tits and her hairy pussy just hanging out ready and willing.
Beside the bed he stopped and looked down at her. She still didn't move.
God, he thought, she almost, was nearly, more beautiful than the girl downstairs. Beautiful tits, he mused, the way the areolas nearly covered the ends of them and the way the nipples are so long and hard. Jesus, he thought, his mouth watering, it would be almost like sucking the whole big tit into your mouth just having the nipple there.
Her head moved and he was sure he could see her mouth turn up in the semblance of a smile. He was also sure he saw the muscles in her thighs twitch, in turn squeezing the exposed lips of her pussy together.
"Oh, yeah," he said, aloud, "I am gonna have a ball with the mail in this neighborhood. I'll be back, honey," he said, turning towards the door. "As soon as I get a little of that pussy downstairs, I'll be back and get some of yours."
He met the girl, still nude, coming up the stairs with the tray.
"I thought I told you to stay downstairs. Do all of you just run around this joint with no fucking clothes on at all?" He took the tray from her with one hand and propelled her back down the stairs with the other, all the time shaking his head. "Wow. This is some kind of household you got here, honey. I mean, good-lookin' puss all over the place... I mean on every fuckin' floor. It's like a regular harem. Now let's you and me retire back to the sofa and do a little poon-tangin'... huh?"
He set the tray on the table by the stairs and guided her back to the sofa in the living room. Once again, as he bent her over one arm of the sofa, his eyes and mouth were intrigued by the curling, moistened hairs that ringed her pink slit so sweetly.
Without even removing his clothes, he dipped his head between her thighs and started rummaging in the soft, wet fur of her sweet young crotch. He ran his tongue up and down her cunt folds until it dipped deeply into her pussy. His chin pressed tightly between the cheeks of her ass as he used his tongue like a spoon to dip the nectar from her pussy and draw it in great, greedy gulps into his hungry mouth.
As he sucked and chewed on the sweet meat of her pussy, he rolled his eyes up over her belly and between her tits. Weird, he thought, the broad is really weird. She hasn't said yes or no all this time, no matter what the hell I've done. Here I am sucking the hell out of her cunt and all she can do is lay there and stare at me as if she didn't know what the fuck I was doin'.
As he continued to suck the juices from her pussy, and nibble in rapture on her clitoris, he unbuttoned his clothing and removed each piece without ever raising his head from the warmth of her cunt.
When he was fully nude, he stood and moved between her legs, his cock straight out in front of him, throbbing and dripping with the anticipation of being dipped in such a sweet nest of female meat.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, honey," he breathed. "I'm gonna pour all this fucking meat up your sweet snatch and ream your hole."
Still she didn't speak or move. It was as if she hadn't even heard him.
He placed the head of his cock at her hole and lunged. It went in a scant two inches and he lunged again, using all the power in his hips and ass to bury a third inch inside her twat.
"Shit you're tight, sweetheart. It's been a while since you've had some good cock inside that pussy, ain't it?"
This time he was too heated with lust to wait for an answer from her or even care if he got one. He just shoved with all his might and felt his stiff cock at last slide all the way home in her warm sheath.
"Oh, shit that's good... real good, honey. Is it good for you, baby?"
He withdrew and then slid his massive root deep into the girl's wet cunt again. It felt as if he were all the way into her guts. He drove it as deeply as he had the length to go, reaming her sweet pussy with every inch of his burgeoning cock. His balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass as he sunk his prick again and again to the ultimate inner depths of her rippling hole.
"You up to it, baby," he moaned. "I am... shit, I think I'm halfway up to your fucking tits."
By this time he was impervious to her lack of speech or movement. He just wanted to fuck, and her body was so perfect that for a while just that sufficed.
He kissed her as he fucked into her steaming cunt. He was elated when her tongue seemed to flick out in semiresponse to wipe at his lips in return. It was like a darting little pink animal nested in her teeth. He licked it, bit at it, then pulled it up to him and lowered his head and sucked at her dark, hardened nipples. They were stiff and long with the flow of blood. He thought she was gasping, pushing the lovely tits into his face, and he slobbered on them happily.
Eut he was wrong.
"You're hurting me," was all she said, her voice once again atonal in its delivery.
"Oh, yeah?" he replied. "Well that's too fucking bad, sweetheart, 'cause I'm gonna hurt one hell of a lot fucking more before I'm through."
He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to him. He stroked the long tube of his prick cruelly, deeper than ever into her sucking cunt, making her gasp and squeal as the bulbous head rubbed the very opening of her tender womb, pressing deep, deep into her pot of moistened honey.
"Fuck me back, baby," he said, throwing her beautiful legs around his back and abandoning himself to the plunging of his cock between her spread legs. With all his will power he fought down the wad of jizz that threatened to surge from his heated, bulging balls.
He worked over her body like a madman. Holding her tits in his hands, he bounded up and down between her still legs, all the time begging her to respond, to move, to fuck him back.
But she only lay still, a quizzical, faraway look in her eyes, even though her fuck juice dribbled over his cock in hot abundance from between her sweet cunt-lips.
She suddenly shuddered and he was sure she had come.
"Did you get it, baby? Did you come for me, honey?" he hissed in her ear. "Was it good? Huh? Was it good for you, baby?"
"Yes," she said, the tone changing not a whit in her voice. "I guess so."
Jesus, he thought, she comes and she doesn't even know it. Maybe she just hasn't had any cock for a long time. Maybe it'll get better.
He rolled against her hard, sending his prick to the balls and rubbing his bone as hard as he could against hers. He grabbed her hips and began a furious thrusting of his hard cock up into the sucking length of her velvet tunnel. Suddenly he leaped and bucked over her. His prick spat great gobs of white jizz up her cunt as he groaned in joy and dropped his head to nibble and chew on her tits as he shot again.
But still she hadn't moved.
He stayed like that, arms locked above her, looking down, talking to her, imploring her, until he thought several minutes had passed.
Still nothing; no word, no movement.
But just the sight of her naked like that aroused his cock again where it rested half in and half out of her delicious cunt.
He moved slightly, re-entering her hole to the hilt and hearing the spongy, slurping sound of his cock disturb his own cum in her snatch.
"Are you gonna fuck this time or not?" he said, anger in his voice.
Still no answer.
"Shit," he said disgustedly, and rose to stand between her legs, his long hard-on resting in his hand. "What the hell's wrong with you? Shit, I might as well fuck that corpse upstairs. At least it looked like she wanted It. Hey... now that's an idea."
He turned, still naked, his hard-on bouncing in front of him, and headed for the stairs.
Above Beatrice could hear them and, from his grunts and groans and his words, knew exactly what was going on. Even in her semiparalyzed state the thought of what the young man was doing to Retha, the thought of his hard young cock plunging into a pussy turned her on a little.
It had been a long time since it had happened, since she had taken a cock up her pussy. She knew she could feel it again now. Even at that very moment she could feel the aroused juices from her cunt push through her labes and roll in tiny streams down into the crack of her ass.
Then she heard him start to mount the stairs and her reverie in sex turned from anticipation into stark fear.
What would Retha do? she thought. What was he planning to do? Could he actually be coming to her room to try to fuck her?
She concentrated with all her might. She opened her mouth and tried with every fiber in her body and every facet of her mind to make sounds, to make words, to warn him.
If he did come in and fuck her, she thought, that might be a way after all. If his ear would be close to her face. If only she could make words, she could tell him what had happened. She could beg him to take her out of there before it was too late.
There was a sound at the door and she rolled her eyes over to see his naked form fill the entrance. He was totally nude with a full length, throbbing hard-on bouncing in front of his hairy groin.
She managed to twist her head a little towards him so he could see the semblance of a smile on her face.
He advanced to the side of the bed and smiled back at her as he looked down, his eyes taking in the voluptuous nude contours of her womanly body.
"I just fucked the girl downstairs," he said, grasping the thick shaft of his prick and milking it forward so a thick droplet of sperm squeezed out of the end of his dick and ran in a long, silver thread down through the air to come to rest on the nipple of her right tit. "But I think I could muster up another load for you if you want it."
Her eyes were glued to the bulging, throbbing head of his cock. She concentrated to make them alive and through them urge him to stick his prick in her cunt and cover her body with his so she could get him close to her. As an added inducement she used all her strength to move her hands up over her hips, across her belly to the thick, already soaking, thatch of her pussy hair. She parted her gash to show him her wet readiness.
The pink tenderness of her shining slit gleamed up at him and excited his brain and his cock even more than the easily available girl downstairs had done.
"Oh, yeah," he growled, "this is gonna be good... real fucking good."
He moved between her legs on the bed, spreading them with his knees. He bent his head and sucked first one and then the other of her glorious boobs. The nipples hardened at once into thrusting points that burned along the top of his tongue and radiated their heat through his whole mouth and throat.
Again she tried to make words but only sounds came out. He noticed and eased his body down closer over hers, his arms went around her, his chest mashed against hers, spreading the wealth of her fabulous tits across her body, and the head of his hard, thrusting cock slid down the wet slit of her cunt to come to rest between the soft globes of her ass.
"You say somethin', honey?" he breathed, moving and grinding his bone against hers. "You tryin' to tell me somethin'?" Indistinguishable sounds came from her throat. He leaned his ear closer to her mouth. "What'd you say, baby?"
She closed her eyes, summoned all the energy and mind-power from her fragile body up into her throat and at last, managed to croak out the first distinguishable words she had uttered in over a year.
"Fu... fu... fuck me!"
"Oh, honey," he said gleefully. "That I am gonna do. You might not be able to move too much, but at least you're hot for it and that's better than I had downstairs. Oh, yeah... you bet your sweet, ever-lovin' little pussy and ass I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you real good."
He was pleased further when she offered no resistance as his hands slid over the soft gentle curve of her tits. Her head hung limply, her eyes hooded, hoping that as he fucked her he would keep his ear close to her mouth long enough so she could make him understand what she was trying to tell him.
She felt her skin quiver as the man's lips explored her body, nibbling eagerly at her hard nipples as they jutted proudly from the firm round globes of her tits. He licked tenderly the soft curves of her tits, biting her playfully on the shoulder and in the curve of her neck.
And she could feel it; she could feel every bit of it. The idea that she could feel it almost thrilled her as much as the dual idea of a cock in her cunt and possible escape.
She moved her hands and her fingers between their bodies. She could control them. The more he ministered to her flesh the more the adrenalin in her body seemed to flow and the more she seemed to regain control of her muscles.
Her fingers touched his thick bushy pubic hair. A low gasp came from his throat as she clamped them around the hardened shaft of his prick. Her fingertips caressed the bulbous head, flicked at the tiny eye of the opening, eased down to the swollen softness of his balls and gently, ever so gently, squeezed the leathery, sperm-filled sac.
"Jesus, I'm gonna screw your fucking brains out, you sweetheart," he said.
She did her best to twist against him as she felt her body come more and more alive the more it became inflamed with need and lust. She twisted against him harder, suddenly able to touch the whole length of her naked form against his, smashing her firm tits into his hairy chest, grinding her flat belly into his middle. She felt the hardness of his erection pressure up between her thighs, brush against the already moist lips of her craving pussy.
He lay motionless as he felt her try her best to move beneath him. His head was cradled between the huge tits of the naked woman beneath him. His hand extended to her widespread thighs, and his fingers worked their way rhythmically in and out of her wet, tightly clasping cunt.
A gasp of surprise and pleasure burst from his throat as her fingers tightened around his cock and began to pump it slowly, tantalizingly.
The boy's hot moist mouth was fastened hungrily again to a hardened nipple on her firm jugs. He began to suck it eagerly, bringing her closer and closer to being an alive woman. His hands continued to roam her trembling body. They probed deeply between her milky thighs, squeezed the taut globes of her buttocks until tiny red marks were left where his fingers had been. His lips left her tits and trailed down between the firmly ripe melons to the smooth flat plane of her belly. He paused to nibble tenderly at the top of her pussy mound.
She felt her thighs being parted even farther as his fingers, in turn, parted the soft beaver surrounding her moist cunt-hps. He moaned, filling the room with his joy, as his tongue suddenly made electric contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
He spread the opening wider with his fingers and burrowed his face into the pussy, poking his tongue deep into the soft wet cunt flesh. His tongue was suddenly everywhere. One moment lashing at the nerve-tingling button of her clitoris, then probing deep between the tight, satiny walls of her open cunt.
Then he left her quivering pussy for an instant, his tongue pushing unexpectedly at the puckered ring of her asshole.
Yes! Oh, God, don't stop! she thought, her blood suddenly racing as she felt every nerve, every muscle in her body starting to come back to life. She was living in passion now, quivering and suddenly writhing as he deftly brought her to the level of wanton desire.
He moistened his finger with a quick probe in her wet pussy and then wormed it up into her tautly clenched bung. There was no pain, only joy, as she ground her ass hotly over his finger. He left it there as his tongue again lashed at her throbbing clitoris.
Oh, it's good, it's so good, she thought, her mind screaming with need. But don't eat me... fuck me, get your head up here where you can hear me or it won't do any good.
But now her body was so alive to his touch, to its return to sex that she could move. Indeed it took on a life all its own. She lost total control at the time when most she wanted it.
Her mind screamed at her, escape and everything else except sex stricken from it completely.
Yes... suck me. Suck my cunt. Stick your finger up my ass. Stick your whole fucking hand up there. I want to feel you all balled up inside me... inside my ass, my cunt. Pound it harder, fist-fuck me. Do anything you want to do to me, just do it!
Her body worked as a team with his, her thighs opening and closing with the frantic rhythm of his tongue snaking between her moist pink pussy-hps.
He could feel the power of her softly trim thighs increase as they pressed against the sides of his head, jerking harder together as he gave her an extra-deep jam into the jelly of her cunt. Her belly began to jerk and rise more rapidly now; her head hung limply to one side.
He thrust his tongue farther into her pussy, his finger hard up into the tiny puckered hole of her writhing ass. Her breasts heaved and danced wildly as she quivered and squirmed. Her head suddenly lifted as her back arched off the mattress, her face contorted. She ground her cunt up against his face, touching the bed only with her ankles and head.
That was when she saw Retha standing behind him.
The blade of the axe shone like the sun as it swept in a long, swinging arch above the girl's head.
Beatrice started to cry out, but it was too late. She closed her eyes tightly as the dull thud of the blow filled the room. Then she heard a second, and a third.
When she at last forced her eyes open, she saw Retha's back as the girl retreated from the room. Her eyes wandered back to her own body and the crumpled form between her legs. She tried to move but found herself strangely paralyzed all over again, as if the shock had done its work a second time.
When she saw the blood bathing her belly, her crotch, and her inner thighs, she emitted a low scream, and then heard her own voice speaking loud and clear in the otherwise still room: "Oh, my God, she's killed him, too."
Crow stopped the car at the very comer of the house. "You sure somebody lives here, kid?" he said. "This fucking place looks deserted as hell."
"Somebody did, I swear," Danny said.
"Well, we're stuck with it any way you look at it," Steele said. "I think I saw something move behind one of those windows on the second floor. Danny, you put the car in that barn in back. Crow, you come inside with me... we'll check it out."
They crawled from the car and mounted the front steps. Crow started to knock, but Steele just turned the knob and walked on in. "Spooky damn joint, ain't it?" Crow offered. Steele chuckled. "All the better. It'll probably frighten off any curious kids."
"What the hell is this?" Crow said. Steele picked it up and examined it. "Looks like a mail bag."
"A mail bag?"
"That's what I said," Steele replied and carelessly dropped the bag, heading for the stairs. "Maybe the guy lives here's a mailman."
She met them at the very top of the landing.
"Uh... hello," Steele said, just a faint frown creasing his face when she registered no surprise or fear at having two strangers blatantly walk into her house. "Hello."
"We had a little car trouble... wonder if we could use your phone."
"Don't have a phone."
"Oh?" Steele said, suddenly smiling. "Well, is your Daddy around? Maybe he could--"
"He went away."
"Oh?"
"A long time ago," she said, her eyes looking clear through him. "He went away a long time ago."
"Hey, Steele," Crow whispered. "Is somethin' wrong with her? I mean, she don't look like she's all there."
"Shut up!" Steele said to him, and again raised his voice. "Well, you aren't out here all by yourself now, are you?"
"Beatrice is upstairs."
"Well, will you tell her to come down? I'd like to see her."
"She's sick... she can't walk."
"Oh, yeah?" Steele said, his grin widening. He turned to Crow: "Get the bags and the money out of the car. This place is perfect."
Just as Crow turned to walk down the stairs, an ear-splitting scream filled the house from the room upstairs.