Message-ID: <28855asstr$981951004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Subject: {ASSM} The Innocent Fugitives Ch06 {Varkel} (MF Mg ped) Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 23:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman, RuiJorge The Innocent Fugitives a Novel by Varkel Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel Chapter 6: New Companions "Pardon me, ma'am. Could you ring this up?" The stocky woman behind the counter, who had been aligning the edges of the videocassettes on the bookshelves, turned around to regard the man gravely, though her eyes were twinkling. "Good evening, lieutenant. Found what you want?" She was Ruth Taylor, police dispatcher, the person who made certain every morning that he had fresh coffee on his desk. She chuckled at his wide eyes. "I get the impression I'm the last person on earth you expected to see here." He glanced quickly around; they were alone. "Ruth, do you _work_ here?" "More than that. I own the joint." "_You_ own an adult toy store?" She shrugged. "It's not exactly prohibited by the code. When my uncle got killed, I turned out to be his only kin, and I couldn't find anybody who'd buy the place." She waved her hand around. "Here was all this stock. So I just reopened the store, employed a retired tart to look after it in the afternoon, and I've been doing business for three years. It even makes a little profit." She grinned. "And sometimes the most interesting people come in here." "Like who?" She looked pointedly at the boxed vibrator he had laid on the counter. "Well, like a certain police lieutenant who nobody even thought had a girlfriend." "It's for my mother," he announced deadpan. Her eyes widened and she sniffed. "Wow. You do that so well!" "What?" "Say the most preposterous things without blinking an eye." He chuckled. "All right. How much do I owe you?" She rang it up at the register, took his money and slipped the box into a long paper bag. He held the bag up to examine it. "Unusual." "I first saw them in a liquor store. Half of what we sell here needs them. "I suppose so. How late are you open?" "Till nine." "You're not alone here, are you, Ruth?" She stared at him. "You think it's dangerous?" "I _know_ it's dangerous!" She shrugged. "I've been robbed a few times. But none of that's worth much and there's never much cash in the register." "I was thinking of _your_ safety." "Thank you." She sniffed. "Look at me, lieutenant, and tell me what anybody is likely to want." She smiled gamely. "But if anybody tries to get anything from me, what they'll get is surprised." "You took the self-defense courses?" "I certainly did." "As to that, Ruth, I can tell you of a man who could want a lot from you." Her eyes widened slightly. "You can?" He glanced at his wristwatch. "You close in another ten minutes. Let's go for a drink." She took a deep breath. "Lieutenant, are you inviting me out for a drink?" He stared into her eyes. "At least a drink." She returned his stare. After a moment she licked her lips, flipped a switch on the cash register and declared, "The Unzipper is closed." He grinned. "You sure? What if somebody comes in to buy all your Marilyn Chambers tapes?" "Huh! She's old hat. Now the hottie is Booboo Creamer." She grabbed her purse, turned out the lights, set the lock and pulled the front door closed behind them. She turned her face up in the light from the distant corner and suggested, "Let's have that drink at my place." "Your shift starts at midnight, doesn't it?" "So that leaves me two hours." "Hmm. Don't you live with your sister?" She laughed. "You don't read our files very often, do you? She got married last year and left me on my own. If you come to my place tonight, you could strangle me and no one would know." "Now, Ruth! Then who would bring me my coffee in the morning?" She giggled. "Just don't strangle me permanently." "I seldom do. All right. I'll follow you in my car. Where are you parked?" "See that big No Parking sign? The city wants to make it tough for my customers. And me. I'm two blocks thataway." "_Very_ dangerous, Ruth! Come on to my car and I'll drop you at yours." "Lead on, sir." They set out up the sidewalk past other closed storefronts. The street was now almost empty of people. "You said something in there, Ruth, that I'd like to hear more about. What else have you found preposterous about me?" "Now, lieutenant --" "Call me John." She shook her head. "I'll try. I've called you lieutenant every weekday, and more, for three years. This evening is off to such a good start, if you don't mind, let's not talk about anything preposterous. I'm sorry I said that." "Ruth, do you think I'm so thin skinned as that? Tell me." She shrugged. "Remember, you asked for it." "Go ahead." "That locked-room case." "What about it?" "You've put an APB out on the surviving spouses. But you know they didn't do it. At least they didn't do it alone." "How do I know that, Ruth?" "Because of the two 911 calls. It's just not logical that one of them might call. They aren't the egotistical kind who would want to play such games. They look bewildered by what's happened." "An act." "You think so? I don't. I was behind the mirror at their last interrogation. But that's not the half of it. The call that turned in the drugs on the woman. That was a man's voice." "Thought you said it was a bitchy female." "I've listened to it several times since. It's a man disguising his voice. What's the word? Falsetto. Speaking in a falsetto voice, probably with a handkerchief over the mouthpiece." "Paul Lanning, perhaps?" "Huh! He's the one who ran away with her." She looked triumphantly up at him, but he only smiled. "Have you thought, Ruth, that he squealed just for that reason?" "Huh?" "A couple officers overheard them quarreling in front of the police headquarters. I think you're right. It probably _was_ a man who squealed: Paul Lanning, giving her a good reason to run away with him." "Oh." He smiled. "What else have I said that was preposterous?" "That a man might want me. None ever has." "Probably because none ever got to know you, Ruth. Here's my car. Let's go to your place and see what we can do about that." * * * In the morning Paul awoke with his body cupped to Jenny, who remained asleep on the narrow twin bed. The other one across from him was in disarray but empty. Perhaps the girl was gone, he hoped. A bizarre dream, for the moment still fresh in his mind, puzzled him. In it Bobbie had erected a small ballistic missile in Cleveland's Slavic Village neighborhood and set it off to some unknown target. The only clue as to its meaning was the missile, which had the shape and coloration of a huge penis with fins. He shook his head. Jenny stirred. "What time is it?" she asked in a groggy voice and turned over to face her lover. Her breath was morning sour, which did not deter Paul, who pulled the woman to him and kissed her fervently. They rolled into close embrace. His penis magically found and penetrated her warm tightness without any manual assistance. "Oh, Paul!" she gasped, and their pleasure soon peaked. It was a fine beginning for a morning that otherwise seemed bleak and drizzly. They heard Bobbie's voice from the doorway. "Can I be next?" As before the girl was clad in jeans and a flannel shirt; she had no other clothes. She is just a kid, Paul thought as he looked at her boyish appearance. He had no sexual interest in her, no interest at all, and the memory of fucking her the previous night left a taste in his mouth worse than morning halitosis. "No, Bobbie, we're not doing it again," he said, trying with some difficulty not to sound stern. He did like the girl in a curious, inexplicable way and wished not to offend her. "No, sweetie," Jenny added, rising up on an elbow. "We're old enough to be your parents. What happened last night was just, uh, an accident." Bobbie's expression suddenly grew fearful and contrite; she was desperate to remain with the couple. "I won't ask again, I promise," she blurted out nervously and resisted approaching the bed, where, in fact, she desired to snuggle with her two naked friends. "I found a couple of people sleeping in a tent out in the woods," she added brightly, hoping to engage their interest. "They have motorcycles." "Who are they?" Jenny asked casually after a yawn which brought a hand to her mouth. "Did you speak with them?" "Oh, sure. I think they're running away, too, like you." "What did you say to them? Paul demanded harshly, sitting up in the bed. Bobbie avoided his glaring eyes and almost whispered, "I told them you were afraid of the police." "Shee-it!" Paul exploded and jumped from the bed. Bobbie stepped back apprehensively, but the man was only concerned with pulling his clothes on in a hurry. "Come, show me where these people are," he demanded, hopping on one leg as he stuffed the other foot into his pants. "I'm sorry, Paul," Bobbie said on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean to cause trouble." "Let's check this out, Bobbie," he replied softly and pulled the girl to him with one arm for a quick hug. She relished the embrace and wanted more but broke away and ran ahead up the trail into the woods. She soon stopped to await Paul, who trotted up to her. "They're off the trail behind some bushes like they're hiding," she announced enthusiastically. "I found them when I was chasing a raccoon." She ran ahead again in youthful exuberance, looking occasionally over her shoulder to gage Paul's progress. The man watched her carefree rush forward through the alley of tall pines. I actually fucked that child, he reminded himself, though no longer with regret. She was very pretty from behind: the shape of her, the short cropped golden hair, the stature that would soon be adult. "Hello again," a man's voice resonated from around a bend in the path where Bobbie had disappeared from Paul's view. The man was in his twenties and held himself with a certain grace, Paul noticed when he rounded the bend. "Ah!" the stranger exclaimed as Paul came into view. "You must be one of Bobbie's friends." "Yes, yes," the newcomer stammered. "I'm Paul." "I'm very pleased to meet you, Paul," the man announced cheerfully, extending his hand in a friendly manner. "My name is Todd, and that lovely creature who is approaching is my wife Sandra." A slightly dumpy woman pushed through the bushes toward them. Though seeming about thirty years old, her face, bereft of any cosmetics, betrayed a hardness, and her sullen eyes stared down Paul's. "What's your name?" she asked brusquely, not having heard her husband's introduction. "It's Paul," he replied slowly, intimidated by the woman's severity. Both she and her husband were clad in jeans and long sleeve shirts. Todd also sported a simple vest and an enormous belt buckle. His face was open and friendly, whereas hers was stern and suspicious. "Well, Paul, here you find us, camping out," she remarked. "Is that so unusual?" "I've camped out before, many times," Paul said cautiously, realizing that there was more to the story. "Yes, perhaps as a boy scout." The woman added bluntly, "But we're evading the law, as I understand you are." "Ease up, sweetie," Todd admonished his spouse gently. "I'm sure we can do business with Paul and his lovely daughter." The man spoke with an educated accent, Standard American, but crisp and measured. "Paul's not my daddy," Bobbie interrupted brightly, but that news was lost, when Jenny suddenly appeared. Paul noticed that Sandra's eyes opened wide at the sight of his lover. "And who are you?" the woman inquired sweetly, her eyes sweeping the newcomer from head to feet. "I'm Jenny, Paul's friend," Jenny replied nervously into the intent gaze of the younger woman. "She's my friend too," Bobbie insisted in her childish voice, but no one took any notice of the girl. Sandra's eyes were fixed upon Jenny, staring the latter into confusion. Paul saw Todd's knowing glance. "I truly appreciate slightly older women," Sandra announced confidently as though she had already bagged her game. "Yes, of course. Sandra is always playful," Todd interjected. "But, Paul, I think we might have some business to discuss." "Business? What sort of business?" Paul asked warily. "As I understand it, friend," Todd began, putting an arm around Paul's shoulders in unwelcome familiarity, "we're all running from the law. You're able to stay in that motel room, but we're so hot that we have to camp out." "Our car broke down," Paul replied lamely. "Yes, of course," Todd retorted with a smirk, "but if you can stay in a motel, at least you're not running from a murder or anything horrendous." Paul's face blanched and Todd noticed it immediately. "Well then, perhaps you do have some serious trouble, just like Sandra and me. To tell you the truth, Paul, we can't move from these woods. We've outrun the pigs on our hogs, but now the feds are looking for our Harleys. Perhaps we could collaborate." "Our problem is murder, Todd, which we didn't do. What's yours?" Paul responded, throwing caution to the wind. "Well, Sandra and I are running a hundred kilos of the finest Marigold Jane seed to Youngstown. Perhaps we could assist each other." "Whose seed?" "Oregon pot, Paul. Genetically modified. Everyone knows it's the best stuff in the world." He grinned. "It's worth a lot more in Youngstown than in Oregon." Paul nodded slowly, then shook his head. "You want to ride with us? We already have enough problems." "Paul, friend. I'll give you money and get new IDs for you and your family. We're only hours from our destination. And I must say, I don't enjoy sleeping in a pup tent." Paul suddenly felt a great release. New IDs! "Perhaps we could arrange something, Todd. What sort of money are you talking about?" "It depends. Are you greedy or desperate?" Todd grinned. "I have money, so I suppose I'm desperate. "I'll give you money in any case, friend. But let's figure a way out of here first." "My car's in the garage getting fixed. I suppose we could just pile into it when it's ready and drive away." "Ya, well, that fine. But I can't leave my hogs in the woods. The cops will find them behind this motel and then they'll know the last place I was. Besides, I love my bike! We have to take the bikes with us." "How?" Paul asked, diffident of the younger man with his resolute air. "We need a trailer, a U-Haul type. I'll leave it up to you." Paul turned from the young man and saw Jenny hugging with Sandra as they stood upright in the middle of the path. Bobbie pressed to them trying to encircle both bodies with her short arms. "What are they up to?" Paul asked stupidly. "Sandra is a part time dyke. How about your woman?" "No kidding!" Paul thought it over and shook his head. "She's really not into that sort of thing, although I think she's curious. If Sandra doesn't push her, she might be willing to experiment." "Sandra's a master at coaxing reluctant woman," Todd replied with a hint of distaste. "She could even seduce that little girl of yours." Paul snorted. "It wouldn't take much seduction for that one by either a guy or a girl. The kid's a nympho." "She's just a child," Todd mused, his hand on his chin. "She's definitely pretty and is of a certain size, not quite grown, but she lacks any sexual attraction, except, perhaps, for a pervert." A deep flush appeared on Paul's face. Todd added, "Not, of course, that you're a pervert." "She came on to us last night," Paul blurted out. "She came to our bed naked and begged for it." "Yes, I see." Todd remarked with scarcely concealed disdain. "But you know, Paul, children are often quirky, especially at that age. What they really need is a bit of cuddling, some reassurance that they're loved. I have five younger sisters. I know what I'm talking about." The man was right, of course, Paul thought, but he refused to be seen as a pedophile. "The girl is very experienced. She's been fucking for a year and more, and she's become addicted to the feel of it. What does one do with a girl like that? You can't put the genie back into the bottle. Jenny and I met her only yesterday, and what happened last night was not our doing; at least we didn't plan it. We're going to send her back home. She lives only three miles from here." "You're protesting too much, friend," Todd remarked with a smirk. "The fact is you were able to get it up for her. I couldn't do that. The child doesn't even have tits." Paul was becoming bitterly angry at the younger man's superior moral posture. He explained further with some heat, "Afterwards Jenny ran hysterically into the woods, naked, and I felt like I had eaten a turd. But the girl, that demon girl, fell sweetly to sleep." "Don't get upset, Paul. I wasn't being judgmental. If she gets a chance, Sandra will play sex games with the girl and I'll have to accept it. But for me personally I could not be aroused by a titless child." Paul felt the man still viewed him as some species of worm. "As for sending her home, Paul, I don't think that would be a good idea, at least not yet. She would certainly talk. I really want to make my delivery and get back to Oregon. Perhaps in a few days, after we do our business you can send her back here." A childish squeal broke through the morning mist. The two men turned and saw Sandra holding Bobbie in a hug as she tickled her. Jenny viewed the sport with a happy expression on her pretty face. "If I'm not mistaken Sandra is about to ask us guys to go visit hardware stores," Todd remarked with a look of resignation. He had hardly spoken before Sandra called over to them, "Hey, you two! Why don't you go exploring or something?" "See what I mean? I know that woman." * * * The two men meandered along the commercial sprawl of the highway looking at this or that, sometimes peering into shop windows. Almost all the businesses were closed for Sunday morning. The Sunoco station must have been owned by a Christer, because it was also shut while a sign in the window announced, "Join me in church." "Hey, Paul. Look at this," Todd called, gesturing toward the rear of the station. The Sunoco station obviously had a U-Haul franchise, because its rear lot was filled with the familiar trucks and trailers. "Look at that one," the younger man exclaimed, nodding his head at an enclosed trailer whose battered condition suggested that it had flipped over. "I bet we could buy this wreck cheap." He crawled under the thing to inspect wheels and axles. "It'll do us fine, Paul," he announced upon emergence. "It's not really damaged except for the top. Come back here tomorrow and buy it, because I don't really want to rent one." "Ya, I know. You need a credit card for that." "I don't have credit cards, Paul. They can be traced so easily." The two men continued their walk down the highway and eventually arrived at a Bob's Big Boy where they stopped for lunch. They soon settled at a table with their food. "Where do you live in Oregon," Paul asked after swallowing a bite of hamburger. Todd's eyes grew large and his face relaxed in a way that made him look much younger. He explained almost blissfully, "We're up in the mountains on seventy acres. The nearest store is forty miles away. Everyone up there grows weed in the national forest and the state cops don't bother us, although the DEA pricks sometimes come in and rip up the crop. I have a fine house, a ranch just like in the suburbs. It's new and Sandra insists that it stay clean and orderly. We get our electricity from solar panels." Todd looked at Paul intently, proud of that last revelation. "We're one with nature, man, and it's beautiful." "It sounds like a dream, Todd. Could you use a nurse up there? Jenny's a nurse." The younger man smiled grandly and hunched forward over the table. "You could write your own ticket, Paul. There's a lot of old folk, former hippies, who would pay well for basic medical care." Paul sighed. "I have to do something, Todd. There's this weird cop back home who insists on pining a murder on Jenny and me. We're just not in his league. I'm certain he has set us up, but I don't know why. I don't know what to do. I suppose I'm not very swift." "Well, Paul, I hope you're swift enough to get your ass out to Oregon after we finish our business. I'll guide you. I'll clear a path for you." * * * The room was stuffy and redolent of what Paul assumed was recent sexual activity. The three females lay sprawled on the two beds, naked, Sandra cupped to the girl. Jenny was barely awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw Todd standing near, she casually pulled the sheet over her body. "Well, I see you girls have been attending to your Sunday services," Todd smirked. The sound of his voice roused Sandra and then Bobbie, who rolled from the bed and stood up. Todd looked at the naked girl with some appreciation. "You are a pretty one, I must admit, but you don't have any tits." "Look at her, Todd. She's exquisite!" Sandra declared in the manner of a connoisseur. "Have you ever seen limbs fresher than those? She'll have titties in a few months and hair by next Spring." "Why are you trying to sell her, woman?" Todd asked suspiciously. "Because she's coming with us back to Oregon along with Jenny and Paul. We've decided it." "Have you?" Todd retorted stiffly. His tone suggested the beginning of a family quarrel that Paul wished to avoid. He reclined on the bed next to Jenny, buried his face in her neck and gently grasped a soft tit. "I don't want to be any trouble," Bobbie whined plaintively standing naked in the middle of the room. "Now you've got the child upset," Sandra complained. "Give the girl a hug and tell her you want her to live with us." "Is this an ultimatum?" Todd barked. "Consider it a forceful request, big man. I've told them about your cock, and the two ladies suddenly decided to join us." "Is it really that large?" Bobbie asked in childish incredulity. "Paul," Todd groaned. "This is the down side of my paradise. I'm hen pecked to hell." "Give her a hug, Todd; give her a kiss." Sandra was adamant. Bobbie did not wait for the man to obey. She stepped to him and leaned against his body, her face in his chest. "I'll have titties soon, Todd," she sighed and encircled his waist with her lovely arms. * * * "Do you want to move to Oregon?" Paul asked Jenny as they walked alone through the damp woods behind the motel later that afternoon. He added, "It seems reasonable. I could find something to do and you would be in great demand as a nurse up in the mountains." "Yes, sweetie," the woman replied, taking his hand in hers. "But I don't want to live very near Sandra. She's a control freak. I don't know how Todd puts up with her. I certainly won't." "You seemed to get along this morning in the room, the three of you naked." "Well that was fun, really fun. I think I found a potential in me for being a lesbian, at least some of the time. But Sandra was actually more interested in Bobbie than me, although we took our turn. You can't imagine the way the woman adored that kid with her mouth and body. "What did she do exactly?" "It's a girl thing, Paul, but I can tell you that Sandra is not a bit concerned that Bobbie is just twelve years old, the way you two guys are. We're fortunate she'll take the girl off our hands." "Do you think that's right, Jenny? We don't know these people. I feel somehow responsible for the child." "Paul, one of your most endearing qualities is that you're a genuine pussy. You want to save every fallen bird. Bobbie's a wild child, afraid of nothing, eager for everything. She's never learned any sense of proportion and is totally reckless. I'll be very glad when she goes off with the two of them in a few days, then you can stop fantasizing about her and turn your attention to me." "I don't fantasize about the kid!" "Paul, I'm not going to argue with you about this. I just want to get out of here and find a new direction, a new foundation. I want to settle down with you, perhaps in Oregon, and then you can give me a baby." "Do you want to live up in the mountains with those pot heads?" "Sure, why not? It might be interesting. I have no desire to be a suburban mom, but I certainly don't want to live too close to Sandra." "Didn't she please you?" Paul asked, slyly giving his lover's hand a squeeze. Jenny did not respond to the taunt, except to pose a surprising question of her own. "Paul, do you think a guy can have a cock over nine inches long?" "It's statistically possible, but it would be very unusual." "Sandra said that Todd had one that size and that it was as thick as a knockwurst." "Jenny, you know that I'm rather impaired in that regard. Are you trying to piss me off?" "No, no darling. You fit me fine. I was just thinking about it as a curiosity. Do you think it could fit into Bobbie?" "How would I know?" Paul was beginning to seethe. "Well, you've fucked her once. Is she big enough?" "I did a Speedy Gonzalez on her, damn it! It didn't last more than two minutes. What you really want to know is whether it would fit into you." "That too," Jenny replied and looked up shyly at her lover. "Well, then do it!" Paul shouted into the trees. "You don't want me to, do you?" "No!" "If you let me go with Todd once or twice, I won't mind if you fuck Bobbie. The two of them will be gone soon, you know." "Jenny, you're the only one I want. Speaking of that, their tent is over there behind those bushes. Let's do it on an air mattress." "Is that a yes?" Jenny asked as they pushed through the underbrush. "Sure, Jenny. Try out his magnificent schlong, but don't you afterwards complain about my deficiency." "I would never do that, Paul. The quality of a guy is much more than the size of his cock. I'm just curious." The air mattress was a most satisfactory cushion. "I don't know what Todd is complaining about," Paul noted when the woman wrapped her legs around his hips. "It's not the comfort," was Jenny's opinion. "It's the exposure. I have to take _my_ jeans completely off!" "No one can see you." "Huh! You can't lock a tent." Despite that she was soon at orgasm, denoted by gripping sphincters, shudders and a flushed face. He continued slow, deep thrusts even after she had calmed somewhat. "What's the matter, Paul?" "I keep thinking of his fat cock in here. It must be half again bigger than mine." She giggled. "Are you afraid yours won't fit any more?" Her shivering resumed as her hips rotated to match his thrusts. "No, not really. Beth bragged of big ones, too. I guess I'm afraid you won't care much for what I've got once you've felt Todd's." "Nonsense, Paul! Oh! Oh, god!" Her body went briefly rigid, though he continued thrusting. She smiled dreamily and asked through her panting breath, "Didn't you say you fucked her just before she went off to get killed?" "Y-yes." "Was it rape?" "_No!_ You know how I feel about rape." "Then there you are." "What do you mean?" "Women don't love men for their size, Paul, or hate them for it, either." "Hmm." He thought about her words. The pace of his thrusts increased. Soprano and baritone mixed as they climaxed together. Later, as they came arm-in-arm out of the tent, she admitted with a quick laugh, "But we are curious about it." * * * "Will you show it to me," Bobbie asked eagerly and squirmed against Todd as they sat on the edge of the bed. Paul and Jenny were out in the woods and Sandra had gone to get some milk at the Seven/Eleven. The man had lied when he claimed that titless young flesh did not arouse him. He found himself alone in the room with the beautiful creature. She was clad just in her underpants, sitting close to him, eager, available. Her lithe body was a work of art, and the absence of tits lent it an aura of naughtiness. Todd placed his hand on the girl's thigh and was astounded by its incredible softness. Bobbie spread her legs in invitation and looked slyly into the man's face, knowing that she had made a conquest. "Is it as big as Sandra said?" "Yes, Sandra knows the size of it," Todd replied and stood up. He undressed in front of the girl, whose breathing became increasingly excited. Soon only his undershorts remained. "Pull them down if you want to see it," he suggested coyly. Bobbie did not hesitate. She gasped at what she exposed. "I've never seen one so large -- and it's still soft." Even in the flaccid state Todd's member dangled six fat inches. "It takes a while to get it hard, darling. Try sucking on the head." Bobbie took hold of the limp penis and brought it to her mouth. She had sucked cock many times before, but nothing of this magnitude. She fitted the glans into her mouth carefully and began to suck it with her hand on the shaft. It swelled steadily larger until the purple head simply popped back out. With that the man lost his suave coolness. This unparalleled opportunity to enjoy a forbidden creature displaced all other thought. He pushed the girl back onto the bed, ripped off her panties and fell upon her, shoving into her as would a rapist. She cried out in fright as her flesh yielded reluctantly to the huge instrument, then in pain at the subsequent brutal blows against her cervix. He was oblivious to her cries and her prettiness, aware only of the pleasure in her incredible tightness. "Stop, stop!" the girl yelled, pushing vainly at the heavy man. At that moment Paul entered the room with Jenny just behind him. He immediately noticed Bobbie's distress and rushed to the bed, where he grabbed Todd by the shoulders and pulled him off the girl, now bawling out of control. Todd crashed to the floor. Paul stood defiantly above him, shoulders hunched, ready for a fight. Jenny took charge of the sobbing little girl. Todd looked up in surprise and immediately realized that he had done wrong. Worse than that, he had been caught at it. "She wanted it," he whined in defense of the indefensible. Paul gave him a weak kick and turned away in disgust. Sandra then entered the room with a grocery bag in her arms. She understood the situation in an instant when she saw her spouse sprawled on the floor, Jenny comforting the stricken girl and Paul standing in the middle of the room with fists clenched. "You pathetic asshole," she sneered and gave her husband a full force kick that would have broken a rib had it not landed on his thigh. She turned to Paul whose face was livid. "We'll go back to our tent and leave you people alone," she said quietly. "But we have to get out of here, to Youngstown. I'll give you the IDs and money Todd offered and 10,000 more, if you'll get us there." Paul shook his head. "I don't think so. Not after this." "Oh? Did he do something to her that you haven't?" Paul looked away in shame but Bobbie, safe in Jenny's arms, declared, "Todd hurt me! Paul never did that." Paul's lip curled. "You mean his dick was too big?" He asked Jenny with a sneer, "Think he would hurt you, too?" Jenny straightened up, eyebrows rising, and opened her mouth to retort, in the process freeing Bobbie, who went to Paul instead, hugging herself to his chest. "He was just mean, Paul, like Uncle Kenny when he's drunk." Returning the girl's hug, Paul sighed slowly. He knew how valuable new identification might be for his little clan. He glared down at the larger man, now sitting up. "All right, we'll try it. But if you touch this child again, I'll kill you." "Ha!" Todd scoffed, getting warily to his feet. "Come on, brave man," demanded Sandra from the door. "Let's get out of here." To Paul she averred, "This asshole won't touch her again, I promise." "_You_ promise?" "Pick up your clothes, dummy," she sniffed. "Yeah, I promise. Otherwise you'll kill him and I'll make a nice tassel out of that big dick." NEXT: Chapter 7: Unforeseen Swap Varangian: ludmax11@hotmail.com Kellis: kellis@dhp.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+