Chapter 8
It was almost dawn, still and quiet with heavy mist surrounding the house, the outbuildings, and the fields beyond.
Crow had been prowling the downstairs part of the house like a caged animal for the past two hours since Danny had awakened him to take his turn on watch.
It was stupid, he thought. Why keep a watch clear out there in the middle of nowhere? Two loony broads in the house and nobody outside. He could be upstairs, warm and sleeping like the rest of them. Or he could be in town knocking a sweet piece off some whore, getting his cock sucked or shoving it up a sweet warm cunt, or reaming a tight asshole.
Staring out the window at the gray darkness, and the barely discernible gaunt limbs of the trees surrounding the house, he thought again of his Aunt Velma and the soft fleshiness of her magnificent body. He wanted her again, and if he couldn't have her, he wanted another woman in her place, any woman.
His thoughts drifted up the stairs to the two women. Loony or not, he thought, they were both beautiful, with bodies that wouldn't quit. The young one, he was sure, wanted a little of his cock. He had manhandled her every chance he could when Steele was out of the room or not watching him.
Her tit had filled his hand to overflowing, its weight heavy and appealing, its nipple hot and hard in his palm. Her cunt felt good, too, soft and pulpy, and it always seemed to be soaking wet every time he touched it and squeezed it.
He remembered the smell and taste of her pussy on his fingers after reaching up her dress and exploring the hot nest oi meat between her thighs.
She never objected having his hands on her ass, or her cunt, or her tits. He guessed that if he went upstairs right now, she wouldn't object if he stuck his cock in her mouth or poured it up her sweet young cunt.
His cock was hard and pressing painfully against the front of his pants.
He turned from the window with resolve and started climbing the stairs. His hard-on was painfully throbbing as he moved. His hands were sweating and his brow was beaded with moisture as he thought, could almost sense and smell, what was awaiting him in the bedroom at the top.
He paused by Steele's door and silently opened it until he could see inside. Danny was sprawled across the day bed, his mouth hanging open in deep sleep. Steele lay on the bed fully clothed. Even in sleep the hard lines of his cruel face sent chills up and down Crow's spine, causing sweat to brew on his face.
What if the son-of-a-bitch wakes up and catches me? Crow thought.
But the blood-engorged cock throbbing painfully in his pants overcame any fears he might have left of Steele retaliating against him for what he might do to either of the two women.
Carefully, he re-closed the door and crossed the hall. He slipped into Retha's room just as silently and crossed to the bed.
He barely managed to hold back the gasp in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the bare light in the room and he looked down to see her beautiful nude body on the bed.
The tops of her ample tits almost touched her chin as she slipped near the side of the bed and pulled them protectively around her and up with her bundled arms. The turgid, tensed nipples shone like two darkly pink silver dollars where they lay on the ends of the fluffy white tits.
She rolled over in her sleep, and the marvelous tits swayed sensuously back and forth, barely spreading on her chest.
Between her legs her honeyed pussy was a warm, blonde thatch that lay like a moist invitation to him and his bouncing cock.
She had evidently been warm during the night and tossed and turned until she had kicked the covers from her body. Because she was nude and lying in such a way, Crow interpreted it in his mind as her wanting him, inviting him to take her.
Carefully and quietly he removed all his clothes until he stood beside the bed stroking his long, nakedly hard cock, and licking his lips as he contemplated what to do with her first.
He was about to crawl into the bed when he wondered, briefly, what he would do if suddenly she did start to object, if she should start to scream after all. He bent and pulled his knife from his pants pocket. Silently he flipped the blade out and held it at the ready near the base of her throat.
Then he eased one knee onto the bed beside her head and positioned the pounding head of his hard cock a scant inch from her partially parted lips.
He grabbed her by the hair and, with an ever-widening, sadistic grin on his face, pulled her head up off the bed. As she awakened, her mouth opened in surprise and fear as if to scream.
As it did, Crow thrust forward with his hips and rammed his thick, turgid, cock-head deep into her gaping mouth, over her tongue, and down into her throat.
Retha held her breath, squeezing and biting, trying to expel the long, thick shaft. She was positive that she was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive prick buried between her ovally puckered lips.
Her mind raced beyond his cock, beyond the room. How, she thought, could she stop him? How would she be able to defeat him? Suddenly she was angry. Before, with the other man and then the boy who delivered the mail she almost hadn't cared. But there was something too distastful about this brute of a man who woke her out of a sound sleep and shoved his hard cock down her throat.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it real good and I might not cut you too bad. You feel that? Well, don't think I won't use it, 'cause I will if you don't do what I tell you to and keep quiet about it." Then she felt the knife at her throat and a new kind of fear gripped her. She looked up into his eyes and sensed that he would do it. He would kill her if she didn't satisfy his needs.
As if by magic she started sucking his shifting cock greedily as if it were just the thing she had been waiting all eternity for. Hungrily she gripped it between her lips and hollowed her cheeks, sucking with all the force she could muster from her throat.
"That's it, baby," Crow said, smiling and placing the knife on the table beside the bed. "I didn't think I'd need that. I always thought you really wanted my prick. Well you got it, baby. Oh, shit, you do suck good, real good."
Crow placed his other knee on the bed and, with one hand holding Retha's head by the hair, he reached between her legs and sank two middle fingers of his other hand painfully up into her cunt.
He chuckled softly to himself as he looked down and watched his own hips fuck his prick cruelly into her face. "Oh, honey, that does feel good and it's gonna feel a lot better. You'll see. A hell of a lot better... for both of us."
Retha's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the hardened cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with what seemed to Crow to be a wild ecstatic film of animal lust but was, in fact, her way of subtracting her mind from what she was doing and using it to plan some form of revenge on the animal who was now using her so brutally for his own ends.
The very lewdness of the sight brought a low moan to Crow's lips. He paused slightly as he felt her tongue circling the head of his cock and the juice from her torturously excited young pussy increased its flow between her legs to drench his palm with its warm, sweet stickiness.
Her whole torso quivered until, at last, her impaled young cunt became accustomed to the invading fingers probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her butt as it ground up into her now nakedly exposed crotch. Crow's finger moved in tiny teasing circles up inside her cunt, expanding her tight, little hole with his desire and need.
Suddenly he pulled his cock from her face for a moment and a long, thin stream of his hot, white cum shot over her forehead and found its way into her hair.
He was breathing heavily, squeezing the muscles of his legs, tautly trying his best to hold back any more cum. "Shit," he growled, "you sucked it almost too good, baby. I didn't want to come that fucking fast. But now that I have," he smiled, "it'll take that much longer to make it come again. Go ahead, baby, take my sweet dick again!"
When he had pulled his cock from her mouth, she had a chance to roll her head around a little until she saw the open-bladed knife resting on the table beside the bed where Crow had carelessly placed it. The shiny, razor-sharp edge of the blade so near, yet so far, had given her the seed of an idea.
When he urged her to start sucking his cock again, she went back to his groin with a relish unequaled in her previous sucking.
Now she concentrated on sucking him. He was hairy and the touch of his flesh felt strange to her lips and tongue. His flesh had a taste of manliness to it that had bitter memories. It was a pungency that she remembered from another man, one she had tried to forget.
She gripped his fully erect prick with one hand and lowered her lips to its swollen, lust- engorged head. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of his cock. A salty taste of fluid awaited her as a drop of his seminal juices oozed from the tiny opening in the end of his prick. She circled her tongue around the smooth rubbery knob as he groaned and twisted from the delicious punishment she was meting out to him. Her hands cupped his soft balls and lifted them; her lips parted and ovaled.
Then his cock was in her mouth.
He could stand the teasing no longer, even though he had almost prematurely come already. He gripped her hair with his hands and thrust his loins up hard, ramming his cock back against the rear of her throat passage.
She could feel the spongy shaft along the full length of her tongue as the long lust- hardened rod imbedded itself in her throat. She fought back the involuntary urge to choke; saliva filled her mouth and moistened the thickness of his meat as it nestled between her tightly pursed lips, stretching them as they accommodated his huge shaft.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart, that's how to cock-suck. Now tighten up your mouth and suck it real good. Suck my sweet dick just as hard as you can suck it, and then maybe Daddy'll be real goddamn good to you and fuck your sweet little pussy for you."
Retha sucked as if her life depended on it, and she was damn sure it did. She licked his cock, her head bobbing like a cork on its knob. His mewling cries of pleasure above her reminded her of another man, that man, but she pushed it out of her mind in order to think only of survival. All that mattered now was sucking this man's thick sperm out of his cock, filling her belly with the fluid of his balls. Anything so that she could get her hands on that knife.
Danny awoke with a hard-on that had managed to crawl clear outside the band of his shorts. He raised his head and looked over at Steele. Satisfied, he slid from the bed and moved into the hall. Pausing, he leaned over the bannister and listened for Crow down below.
He heard nothing and surmised that the man had probably fallen asleep.
Turning, he moved back down the hall in the direction of Bea's room. At Retha's door he stopped, a strangely familiar sound coming to him from the other side of the door.
He could hear harsh, animallike sounds emanating from the bedroom. Moans and groans, and the harsh, wet slapping of naked flesh fucking against naked flesh came to his ears.
Carefully he pushed the door ajar enough to look in. What he saw nearly brought a startled gasp to his throat. He stared incredulously at the scene on the bed. Fat Crow was pouring the full length of his meat into Retha's asshole, and the girl looked as if she were actually enjoying it.
Well, I'll be damned. And I thought she looked like such a cold fish, Danny thought, the scene before his eyes only serving to make his own prick throb even harder in desire.
His eyes bulged wide as he peered through the partially opened door, amazed at the way the girl was playing gleefully with Crow's balls while he hammered the thick, bulbous head of his cock up into her asshole. The fat man bucked his cock mercilessly in and out of the young teen-ager's tightly constricted shitter as if he hadn't had a piece for years.
The thought of Bea's beautiful body awaiting in the next room caused molten fire to surge through the young man's loins, caused his prick to leap again, even further into arousal.
The sight of Crow fucking his thick meat into Retha's tight asshole added fuel to that fire.
He closed the door and moved on down the hall to Bea's room. The door was locked but the key remained in the hole on the outside. He turned it, opened the door and slid inside. He locked it from the inside and moved to the bed. In a brief second he had removed his shorts and slid into the bed.
"Danny?"
"Yes."
"Will you help me?"
"Yes... I want you... I want to stick my cock in you and fuck you, Bea."
"Will you help me?"
"Yes... we leave in the morning. I've already hidden the car and I have the keys."
"Good. Fuck me then... now!"
His hands began to squeeze her arm convulsively, then one of them slid around as if with a will of its own and located the softness of her firm, quivering tit. He stroked it lovingly, passionately, turning his body slightly towards her so that she could feel his burgeoning prick when he pressed it against the smoothness of her ample thigh.
His breath came faster and faster as his lips caressed the side of her face. "Oh, shit, I want your cunt," he hissed.
He was aroused. It wouldn't be as good as a woman, as good as Retha, but Bea did need a fucking and his cock did feel good. As he played with her tit, her pussy began to flower with the juices of renewed passion. The heat soared and swirled in her belly, causing her nipples to harden under his hand. She could feel the trembling erectness of her cut nestled between the wet pink folds of her hotly fired cunt-hps.
She had meant to be indignant, outraged, horrified when he came to fuck her in her present condition. Perhaps, because of his youth, she thought, she might be able to con him into waiting until they were safely away from there. But now, with his cock against her thighs and his hot hand on her tit, she suddenly wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck anyone or anything.
She pressed hard against him. She let him kiss her face and press his erect cock against her leg. Passion churned within her, for suddenly she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"You really want me, don't you?" she said.
"Oh, honey, can't you feel just how much I want you?" he replied.
She made her decision. She turned her body hard into his. Her mouth joined with his and brought forth a low, almost inaudible cry of delight from deep in his throat. Her hand slipped down to rub at his swollen young cock. In turn his fingers were feverish on her tits as he filled her hotly receiving mouth with his tongue.
Then he pushed the covers from their bodies and he was cupping both her resilient boobs, kneading them with his hands.
She stroked his burgeoning prick, holding it so that she could slide it up and down her secreting pussy slit as she moaned around his wildly working tongue in her mouth.
"Oh, Danny, I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me, I want you to doitnow... FUCKME!"
Her voice made his cock leap in her grasping palm. His brain became a seething mass of desire.
He wanted her, too; he wanted to fuck her more than any woman he had ever been with before. She grasped sweaty hands around his swollen cock and guided it up and down her naked, wet, hair-fringed gash. It elicited more moans of tremulous desire from his throat, his eyes bulging in pleasure and desire as his cock made the first contact with her cunt.
Then, with more agility than he imagined she possessed, she raised herself up and climbed on top of him. She straddled his body, holding his upward-thrusting cock between the fingers of her right hand as she poised it up between her wide-spread thighs near the thin mouth of her tight, hot pussy.
"Now, baby," she said.
Staring hotly down at him, she inched herself downward slowly, parting the petallike folds of her cunt with the massive head of his prick. She filled the wet, hotly pulsating opening with it. She made soft sounds of sheer delight at the feel of his throbbing young cock inside her cunt.
He thrust upward as she came down, feeling the smooth fleshy warmth of her cunt's clasping walls start to mold around his prick.
Wasting no more time, Bea sheathed the full length of his trembling young cock with her damp snatch. It filled her whole belly with the hot hard expanse of his huge flaring head. Her face was wildly contorted with lust. As she rode up to bring all but the lust-swollen tip of his cock out of her pussy, he slid his hands around under her arms and squeezed her huge quivering tits. He levered up with his butt at the same time, sending his cock soaring along the full length of the soft, clasping channel of her cunt, pounding hard on its way to her tender cervix.
"Oh, yeah, baby... your cock... I've got all your sweet dick!" she cried out.
Then, using her knees as levers, she began to grind her cunt up and down his prick with abandon. She climbed it almost to its uppermost end but never allowed the bloated head to escape the soft confines of her hairy, open pussy. She always levered back down just in time to re-impale herself again and again on the thick, heaving fullness of his cock. It sent wildly whirling surges of delight racing through her stomach and loins.
"Danny... Danny," she said. "I think you're going to make me come. Kiss me... kiss me quickly."
He found her mouth with his. His tongue flashed into her warm, hotly wet cavern, and they were both mewling crazily around one another's hot vibrant tongues, exchanging spit from mouth to mouth.
Their tongues swirled crazily. They swayed on the bed, bucking and heaving against one another, mouths and bodies tightly locked together, straining with every fiber of their beings toward their mutual come.
Crow jammed his expanded cock wildly into the bouncing asshole of the lovely teen-ager. He buried the huge shaft deep and hard and hot in her tightly clenched little bung while he clawed mercilessly at her dancing tits.
"God, you are good, baby. Ain't had a woman love it like this with me since my Aunt Velma used to let me ream her shithole."
He was surprised how alive she had gotten when he took his cock out of her mouth and crawled over her body to fuck her. She had seemed so willing, so wanting, that he decided to go and take a chance on putting it up her shitter. And, lo and behold, she had loved it.
What Crow didn't realize, as he poured his meat up her ass, was that she was reaching out all the time for the knife on the table beside the bed. It seemed that every time she rolled her ass up to his cock her hand got closer and closer, as did her body, to the side of the bed.
Sweat rolled off both their bodies, mingling into one pool of passion beneath them. It flowed down between Retha's straining young buns to mingle hotly with the juices of her cunt.
Crow's balls, slamming hard against her ass on every heaving lunge, made a resounding wet, sharp thud with each stroke. The tingling heat in his balls became almost too much to bear as he fought for his second come.
And then, suddenly, Crow stiffened, moaning as he leaned over and jammed his tongue hotly into her mouth. It was the moment she had been waiting for. Her hand closed around the handle of the knife.
His hard, erect cock pulled almost free of Retha's straining, clasping asshole. The thinly stretched skin of his cock pulled out almost fully around the thick head. Then he fucked his hips forward with a powerful, brutal lunge.
Retha felt as if the huge shaft were rammed like spit all the way through her body and up into her throat as he began to jerk convulsively over her. A great, burning surge of hot, fiery jizz flooded deep into her asshole as he continued to moan and tongue-fuck into her mouth in orgiastic ecstasy.
The hot cum filled the beautiful teen-ager's ass, flooding her helplessly quivering bowels until she thought they would surely burst.
"Oh, shit, baby," Crow cooed. "That was good. That was real fucking good. You just give me a minute here to get it back up, and I'll fuck you in the cunt so's you can get yours off, too. That's all it'll take with a pussy like you... just a minute."
Carefully she brought her arm up and around as his weight settled over her. Closer and closer her hand came up to his throat.
Then she was there.
Swiftly, evenly, smoothly, with one solid stroke, Retha sent Crow to join his Aunt Velma.
Beatrice heaved herself with insane fury up and down on the powerful prick filling her cunt. Her right hand dipped down between his legs to fondle and caress his balls as her hips slammed down hard against his loins in ever-increasing tempo.
Danny's fingers were hard and merciless on her swollen tits, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger on the nipples until she cried out with the delight of his manipulations.
Oh, God, she thought, he's good. It really is good, his cock feels wonderful. I want to come. I want to come with his cum pouring up into my pussy.
He heaved up to meet the pis toning downstrokes of her locked cunt, as the first white-hot jets of his exploding jism burst along the underside of his cock and filled her tight, clasping pussy to overflowing.
So intense was this explosion of his cum into her cunt that it sent Beatrice over the brink of her own orgasm.
"Yes, YES!" she hissed at him. "I'm coming, lover! I'm coming like a dam bursting!"
They lay for a long time, wrapped in one another's arms. Danny must have fallen asleep because suddenly a shaft of hot sun dipped through the window and seared his eyes right through the lids.
He jumped from the bed and pulled on his shorts. Without waking Beatrice, he slipped from the room.
In the hall, he was passing Retha's door when it opened. He flattened himself against the wall, fearing it might be Crow leaving. As he watched, the edge of a large trunk edged its way into the hall.
Curiosity overcoming caution, Danny stepped into the path of the trunk. To his surprise, it was Retha behind it.
"Old clothes," she said, looking up. "I have to take them up to the attic." Her eyes traveled up and down his near-naked body and then swerved down the hall towards Bea's door as if she might guess where he had just been.
"I had to go to the John," he said quickly. Then he added, hoping to make her forget her first thought, "Here, I'll help you with that."
"NO! I mean... I can manage."
"It's okay," Danny said, insisting as he grabbed a handle on the end. "Jesus, it's heavy as hell."
Without a word, she crossed to the door behind him, opened it, and again took her place behind the trunk.
Together they managed to wrestle it up the stairs. "Jesus Christ," Danny said, huffing and sitting on a second trunk. "What the hell happened up here... something die? I mean, it's putrid." Coughing, he held his hand over his face and squeezed his nostrils tightly together.
Before she could answer, he heard Steele calling him loudly and angrily from the stairs below.