Chapter 11
Jane tossed on her bed with the banana stuck in her hole! She wondered if she'd lost her fourteen-year-old fucker forever. Just because he'd said his dad was gonna ask her to marry him, was that any reason for the child to refuse to ball her? Ben hadn't asked her yet!
She probably wouldn't even see Ben for quite a while since he did most of his vice work at night. That meant he'd sleep away most of the day and might drop in about dinner time for a bite to eat or a quick screw or both! Then she'd be alone all evening, probably every evening.
Maybe that wasn't what she wanted! Even if he did ask her to marry him, he'd be gone most of the time. That's not what she wanted! The only way it'd work would be if every night while Ben was gone, she and young Frankie could get it on. From the fact that Frankie had run out of her house and refused to fuck with her, the prospects weren't too hot! Maybe the kid'd change his mind after they spent several evenings at home alone together!
Her plan was to marry Ben and fuck the shit outta him every chance she got and when he was gone, fuck the hell outta his son.
She adored a young, hard screw from her adopted, fourteen-year-old son! He had such a delicious prick and such fine sweet cum!
And Ben, her soon-to-be husband, couldn't be beat when it came to blow jobs and sere win' in general! He was one fine asshole fucker and clit licker!
She loved them both and her life would be perfect if she could get them both to cooperate! Frankie was giving her trouble, though. He'd most likely change. She'd run around the house naked all the time Ben was gone. Could the child resist seeing a naked lady at meal time, at television time, and all the rest of the time? She'd drive that kid wild! She'd sit so her crack was wide-spread and enticing. She'd flick her own boobs across the table from him. She'd finger-bang herself while she talked to him about his school work. Oh, she'd do everything to make him want to ball! If she didn't have the child to substitute for Ben's prick while he was at work, the marriage wouldn't work. Or was Ben the substitute? Anyway she figured it, she had to have both the father and the son to mess around with. One guy just wouldn't make it.
And now all of a sudden, Frankie was playing the puritanical son! What the shit was the matter with that kid? She and Frankie'd had such good times fuckin' around ... and now he was callin' it quits just because of his dad!
Maybe it wasn't just because of his dad. Frankie had fucked her well knowing he wanted her for a mother. Did the child have other interests like some little bitch his own age? That didn't need to interfere with her and the child. So what if he had a girl friend? The little shit probably wouldn't fuck with Frankie, anyway!
Jane tried to remember how old she'd been when she first fucked. Certainly not that young! So Frankie could put the make on some chick his own age and still not get a piece of ass, and then he'd come crawling back to her and her warm, loving cunt!
What if the child was loyal to his dad and there was no other girl? Jane knew she could break him. She'd simply go into his bedroom at night while he was asleep and suck his cock! He'd wake up with his prick in her mouth and he surely couldn't fight that!
She did have to find out what the shit was the matter with Frankie. She didn't wanna lose his love. He was like her own son! She couldn't stand to live in the same house with him and not fuck him.
She knew she'd have to let the boy go eventually, but if by marrying his dad that meant a premature ending to her relationship with the young boy, forget it. The way things were now, she had them both. Maybe she ought to just leave things as they were.
She tossed and turned feeling the coolness of her flowered sheets against the nakedness of her warm body. With her every turn she was very conscious of the stiff banana shoved up her tight hole.
The banana was a constant reminder of a hard cock. She didn't intend to go through life without somebody's hard prick shoved up her hole most of the time! She wondered if she was a pervert. She'd gone so long without a peter in her hole and now she couldn't live without sex! She did have to be careful that by marrying Ben she wouldn't be cutting off all other prospects. That would be sort a dull. Just one dick ... when she could have the kid's and if she felt like it, others!
Maybe marriage wasn't the answer she thought it'd be! She'd have to give it a lot of thought before she said a definite yes. What'd Ben think if he came home from vicing it up and found his wife with a banana up her cunt? She was sure he wouldn't go for that! It'd be a cut to his masculinity!
She'd been a free soul for so long, maybe she couldn't take being told what to do and when to do it and how to do it!
She had to talk to Frankie. That was at the top of her list.
Her mind went around and around thinking of this and that. She grew tired of trying to figure out what was gonna happen ... IF....
She dozed off to sleep. She slept a fretful sleep with dreams that haunted her. In one dream young Frankie had his hard, stiff prick waving high in the air and he was going to fuck her, except some strange power kept pulling him back and away from her sobbing hole. She reached for the young boy and he reached back ... but he was pulled away. His cock dripped of his lubricating juices and her hole was crying and clutching for his stiff rod! He was pulled back, back, and away. The lad cried and Jane tried to get to him, but another power held her motionless and she couldn't get her young lover!
A stream of naked girls walked back and forth between Frankie and Jane. The young girls all looked longingly at Frankie's hard prick and gave Jane a nasty look. First one teenage girl climbed onto the youngster's dick and bounced gleefully and then another. Frankie's hard pecker couldn't be knocked down as girl after girl climbed on, dripping from her young hole. Frankie gave each one of them a hard thump and humped each one until they screamed their orgasm ... but his cock stayed hard and full of blood. The veins stuck out rigidly. Even from the short distance, Jane could see his rigidness and her belly contracted with desire and her vaginal opening spasmed jealously! Her heart broke and she cried and sobbed for her young lover!
Each girl looked at Jane and hollered nasties at her.
"Old lady!"
"Wrinkled cunt!"
"Your face looks like an old prune! Bet your hole is so stretched you'd lose his young, hard prick in all those old, crinkled wrinkles!"
"Why don't you let him go?"
"You're TOO OLD FOR THIS GUY! YOU'RE AN OLD, OLD LADY! FRANKIE'S YOUNG AND SEXY! LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO ... LET HIM GO...."
"OLD HAG! LOOK IN THE MIRROR!"
"THERE'S AN OLD MAN FOR YOU ... THE ONE WITH THE CANE! OLD HAG!"
Jane looked at the old man approaching and it was Ben. His cane was a long, dangling prick that propped him up as he walked on bowed, rickety legs. His white hair bristled wildly from his wrinkled head. His fingers hung onto his penis cane and looked like they were crippled with some disfiguring disease. His whole body was wrecked out!
What had happened to Ben? He was old and wrinkled and flabby....
She looked in the mirror that appeared mysteriously in her hand and gasped in honor! She looked like an old witch with a wart on her nose. She did resemble a prune with all the deep set wrinkles and fly away, white hair. Her boobs hung to her waist and her snatch hair was white!
The old man, Ben, came closer to her and his whang was out of his pants. It was dangling and wrinkled. He muttered something about fucking her with his flabby piece of meat!
She looked at him and then at young Frankie with all those young girls jumping up and down on his young, hard, stiff whang!
She reached for Frankie and Ben dragged her off by the old, coarse, long, white hair. She cried and sobbed for her young lover.
The girls snarled and hissed at her. "CRAZY OLD PERVERT! OLD WRINKLED PRUNE! YOU CAN'T FUCK OUR YOUNG FRANKIE! GET YOUR SMELLY OLD HOLE OUTTA HERE! GO SCREW THAT OLD MAN ... GET YOUR WRINKLED ASSHOLE OUTTA HERE! PERVERT! WICKED, VILE, OLD LADY! CRAZY WOMAN!"
Jane tugged against Ben with her wrinkled, age spotted arms. She cried as he dragged her off ... away ... away from young Frankie. She looked back to her young lover and it was as if he'd forgotten her! He smiled and humped all the young women with the long, flowing hair. He pinched titties and sucked nipples as he bounced the young, slender, smooth-skinned chicks up and down on his constantly hard whang!
Jane knew he'd forgotten her! All she had was snaggle-toothed Ben. He wanted to fuck her but try as he would, he couldn't get a hard-on! So he decided to eat her hot box!
She screamed in terror knowing his snaggled teeth would rip and tear her slit. Some of his teeth were missing and the rest were rotted black! She felt him snort into her dry slit. She'd lost her power to cream up her hole! His teeth weren't gonna slide around! They were gonna rip into her tender, old, wrinkled, leakless hole! She cried!
She woke up and sat up in bed with a jerk! Tears ran down her face and her heart beat furiously! Her hole was sore from the shoved in banana ... not snaggly teeth! She looked at her arms and they weren't age-spotted. The nightmare had seemed so real!
She laid back down and tried to control her panic-filled body. She didn't believe in dreams. This one haunted her, though. It seemed so real! There was a point to it, she knew.
Was it her subconscious trying to tell her to let go of the young boy and marry the man her own age?
Screw her subconscious! SHE'D FUCK THE FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD FOR AS LONG AS SHE COULD! SHE'D SCREW HIS DAD, TOO! FUCK THE DREAM WORLD! TO HELL WITH THE YOUNG CHICKS! SHE COULD DO NO MORE FOR FRANKIE THAN ALL THE YOUNG GIRLS IN THE WORLD! SHE KNEW HOW HE LIKED HIS COCK SUCKED! SHE'D SWALLOWED HIS HOT, YOUNG CUM LOTS OF TIMES! SHIT ON THE YOUNG ONES! THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEIR ASSES FROM HOLES IN THE GROUND! SHE WAS PERFECTLY ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF BEN AND FRANKIE WITH FUCKIN' AND COCKSUCKIN' AND ASS-BLOWIN'. SO SHIT! SHIT ON THE NIGHTMARE! SHIT ON YOUNG GIRLS! SHIT ON THE WHOLE COCK-FUCKIN' WORLD!
She heard a knock on the front door.
She ripped the yellow banana out of her tight hole and laid it on the bed. She grabbed her lavender, quilted robe and pulled it on over her naked body as she walked to the door.
There was Ben.
She motioned him inside and she sat on the couch and he next to her. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked out the window. It was gray and she couldn't tell in her sleepy state whether it was evening or morning. Her nightmare still had her upset and confused. Had she slept all night? Or just an hour or so?
Ben hugged her to him and slipped his hand inside her robe and massaged her full, round tits.
He kissed her tenderly and caressed down her hips.
"I love you," he said between wet, open-mouthed kisses.
Jane melted into his arms and creamed her slit. Why wonder about anything? Ben was here holding her and he wasn't old and feeble.
"Ben? What time is it?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just got off work a little while ago. Must be a little after six," he said nuzzling into her hair and kissing her forehead.
"What're you doing over here? Why aren't you home sleeping?"
"I thought I'd take you out for breakfast...."
The sun hit them both right in the eyes as he drove east in the early morning light.
"I know this nice place...."
Ben drove on and on by the hours.
Jane protested that she was hungry and where the hell was he goin', anyway? She squirmed uncomfortably after the hours of driving. She didn't really care where they were going since she had nothing to do anyway. Her curiosity did flare. She loved Ben so much that she knew he wasn't gonna take her any place bad ... but she did wonder!
They went past the turn-off where they had gone for the weekend in the desert and kept on going. The next possible place to go would be up into the mountains to the ski lodge. When he drove past that turn-off, the next place was a small town down in the valley on the other side. The town didn't have any place special that she could think of. Maybe he was gonna turn north and go to Palm Springs. That was a little expensive for breakfast! He didn't turn.
Shit! He was headed for Arizona! This was a novel experience. She'd be up to eating a horse by the time they crossed the border. She settled back and closed her eyes. She wasn't used to getting up so early and she knew Ben hadn't slept all night. He'd been out doing his thing for the vice squad. Why in the hell did he wanna go so far for breakfast when they could have gone someplace in town?
He was talking to her as she lay back with her eyes closed. He said Frankie thought so much of her.
Ben was rattling on and on about how Frankie needed a mother and he needed somebody to love. He found who he wanted to love and would be a good mother for his son. He had her!
She said he needed somebody to clean and cook for him, too, and why didn't he hire a live-in maid? She could take care of the house and his needs and those of his son.
Ben slapped her on the thigh and told her to knock it off. If he wanted a maid he'd hire one! She was just being sarcastic.
She rolled her head and looked at Ben and smiled. She knew she was being bitchy. She always was when she was being kidnapped at such an early hour. Why couldn't he pick a more convenient time to play games?
Ben said he wasn't playing ... he meant business!
She nodded her head and said, "Sure, sure."
They came to the border inspection station and Ben stopped the car for the inspector. When the uniformed officer asked if they had any fruit to declare, Jane said only the guy driving the car!
Ben didn't think that was very funny and neither did the officer.
Jane thought it was hilarious!
Ben gave her hell when they got through the border station.
He drove to a neat hotel and stopped the car. "Oh, neat! Not even time for a nooner and you're registering at a hotel?" she said sarcastically.
"Listen, dumb shit, why don't you just shut up awhile?"
"Why don't you get your shit together, man?"
"Wait here."
"What the hell do you think I'm gonna do, walk home? You took the keys. If you're not careful, man, I'm gonna have you arrested for taking an innocent girl like me across the border!"
"And if you're not careful, I'm gonna arrest you for resisting arrest. I might even get around to handcuffing you.
Now just sit there and shut up!"
"I'm hungry. You invited me for breakfast, and so far all I got outta the deal is bunions on my ass."
Ben left her in the car and went into the plush motel and registered for the two of them. He came back out and dragged her from the car. They went into the fancy restaurant and ordered breakfast.
Jane looked across the table at him and smiled at him.
"You're really a dumb shit, you know?" she asked.
"Directly after we eat, I'm taking you to jail," he said.
"For what?" she asked.
This whole situation was getting a little ridiculous! She had to laugh at Ben.
They ate their bacon and eggs and sipped on coffee.
"On what grounds are you taking me to jail?" she asked.
He explained to her that she was a loose woman that had left her home state, crossed the state line with a strange man, had registered in a motel so early in the morning and planned to fuck around all day and night while leaving her son at home alone! Deserting her son and skipping the state to screw was enough!
She said one thing she had to agree with was that she was with a very strange man.
They both laughed and chatted through breakfast.
When they left the restaurant, Ben took out his handcuffs and slapped them on her.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" she said giggling.
"Taking you to jail," he said seriously. "It's the only way to make an honest woman outta you."
"What in the shit are you talkin' about?" she said as he opened the car door for her and helped her inside.
He went around the car and got in and drove off.
Jane protested that she was slightly uncomfortable with her hands behind her. She had a shit-fit when he drove up to the Yuma Territorial Prison!
"Come on, Ben. Undo these-damn things!" she pleaded.
He got out of the car and helped her out.
Jane pleaded that there were people around and they'll all wonder what the hell was going on. Even though the prison was only a historical landmark now and had no prisoners, what would the tourists think if he dragged her in there in handcuffs? They'd lock him up! He had to be crazy! His game was gettin' out of hand. She'd die of embarrassment! She begged him to let her out of the metal cuffs!
He laughed and led her through the pay gate and into the museum part of the prison. He led her straight through to the prisoners' recreation yard and onto the old, clinky cells. He took her through the high, metal gate at the end of the cell block and onto an individual cell. He took her inside the cell and clanked "the heavy door shut behind them.
"Now, do you ever intend to go straight?" he asked her. "Damn you, Ben, I'm gonna kill you if I ever get outta these cuffs!"
"Now, young lady, that's no way to talk to an arresting officer. I know too much about you and your nasty affairs. I know for a fact you have orgies on the desert and fuck around ... even with the arresting officer. That could be considered a bribe. You are in big trouble! And now you threaten to kill the arresting officer. How malicious! I could have you sent up for years!" He smirked a crooked smile at her.
"It wasn't a threat! It's a promise! Ben, look at all those people out there looking at us. They think you're nuts, and so do I. What'n the hell are you trying to prove?"
Jane turned away from the gaping people and then her handcuffs were in full view to all the people watching. She told Ben she was gonna die of embarrassment if he didn't knock it off!
The people standing at the cell door entrance laughed and snickered. There were comments from "What did she do?" to "I'd give her life!"
Ben said since she had no idea of being rehabilitated, he'd have to go and get the chaplin to say a few words before she was sentenced ... forever!
He left her in the cell and told the people at the heavy iron cell door not to let her out!
Jane sat down in the corner and wasn't sure what'n the hell he was up to.
Ben returned with a man of the cloth. They both entered the cell. They stood over her and Ben explained the situation to the chaplin.
The chaplin shook his head. It was a shame that such a young woman was gonna spend the rest of her life behind bars. There was only one solution to the whole thing.
Jane had to laugh. She got quite hysterical about the whole thing.
The chaplin looked sternly at her and said she was certainly in no position to laugh. This was a very serious matter!
Ben helped her up off the dirt floor and brushed off her butt. He told her how bad it'd be to spend her life in this cold, dark, damp prison for the rest of her life. Most people didn't live too long in here when the prison was in actual use. The snakes crawled in the cells and since it was in the middle of the desert, the snakes weren't the friendly type. Then, too, the food wasn't too good. And now since there wasn't even a kitchen any more, the food would be worse ... NONE! Where there used to be grouchy guards at the prison, because they didn't like being out there in the hot desert any more than the prisoners, the guards were likely to be abusive to the prisoners. Now there weren't any guards so she probably wouldn't even get her daily walks in the prison yard. Oh, she was in a bad position.
The chaplin had said there was one way out.
Jane was laughing hysterically! She knew Ben had a sense of humor. He had to or else his work would drive him bananas. She wasn't sure it hadn't!
She tried to get the words out, but she was laughing too hard. She wanted to know what the alternative was?
The chaplin stood her beside Ben and hauled out a Bible.
Ben unlocked one hand cuff ... her right one. He clamped the loose one onto his right arm.
The chaplin began
"DUE TO THE SERIOUSNESS OF THIS CASE ... AND THE FACT THIS YOUNG WOMAN IS TOO YOUNG TO BE LEFT OUT HERE AT THE MERCY OF THE WILD LIFE THAT LIVES IN THE DESERT ... I, BEING THE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE ONE SUPREME JUDGE, GOD, DO HEREBY SENTENCE THIS YOUNG WOMAN TO LIFE PROBATION TO THIS MAN. SHE MUST PROMISE TO OBEY HIM AT ALL TIMES AND COMMIT NO NASTIES...."
Jane looked up at Ben. "You gotta be outta your head!"
Ben looked down at her with his beautiful, brown, warm eyes. He whispered into her ear and said that he loved her and would she marry him?
Jane quit laughing and kissed him warmly on the mouth.
The chaplin went on ... "DEARLY BELOVED...."
Ben took the gold band from his pocket and slipped it on her finger.
Tears came to Jane's eyes and she kissed him tenderly. She loved him so much. He was a little weird about this whole thing, but she loved him so that didn't count!
After the ceremony in the tiny cell, she asked to have the hand cuffs removed and he said not until he got her into bed!
Everyone at the cell door hooped and hollered and opened the door to let the newly married couple out.
Jane was astonished at what she saw! In the prisoners rec yard a long table with the white table cloth was smack in the middle. A huge wedding cake topped with a cop with a big gold badge and a bride with a long, flowing, striped, prison dress. The couple were handcuffed together.
All the people that had stood by the cell door were in on the shindig. They were all fellow officers who worked with Ben. Even Frankie was there!
A band was stuck over in the corner and the reception began!
Jane and Ben danced the first dance. It was rather difficult with the handcuffs. Jane said softly in his ear that she'd kill him if it wasn't for the fact she loved him so much!
He asked her if she was sorry it wasn't a church wedding with the wedding dress and flowers and all.
She laughed and said no. This would be a wedding to top all! She would never forget this impressive event! She snuggled close to her new husband and danced with him.
Other couples joined in. The punch flowed and the music blared! Laughter filled the air. Happiness abounded everywhere.
Jane cut the first piece of wedding cake and fed it to her new husband. She thought her heart would burst with happiness! This was the most wonderful day of her life.
She had a husband and a loving son! No more loneliness!
What more appropriate place for a cop to get married than in a prison ... even if the Yuma Territorial Prison was only a landmark now for tourists.