Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors (78 page)

Randy cringed. He could not force himself to look. What the hell is she doing? he wondered.

“Maybe later,” the fugitive said as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head towards his jerking penis. “But first you're gonna suck me off."

Randy dropped his left hand between the seat and door searching for anything he could use as a weapon. His probing fingers found nothing. He forced himself to glance at the drama unfolding in the seat beside him. Jo's tongue was tracing circles on the head of the man's penis.

“Mmm,” she purred. “You are ready. You're leaking and you taste delicious, but you don't know what you're missing by not sucking the juices out of my cunt.” She ran her tongue up and down the shaft of his penis as her fingers continued to caress his testicles. His kept his left hand tightly wrapped in her hair, and brutally mauled her breasts with his right.

Where's the damned gun? Randy thought, and then he saw it, jammed between the passenger seat and door. He dropped his right hand beside his seat and the gearbox, fingers searching. He felt something cold. He didn't know what it was, but it was metal and heavy. He clutched it tightly, waiting for an opportunity to use it.

“That's it baby,” the man groaned. “Let me feel that tongue moving while you suck me. That's the way. Now take a little more in your hungry mouth. Oh, yeah. Suck it harder, bitch. That's my girl. Oh, yeah. I can feel the back of your throat. That's it, honey. I want it in your throat."

Randy eased back on the accelerator, slowing to fifty miles an hour. The stranger didn't notice. The trailing car slowed to match his speed. He heard Jo gag and glanced back at the nightmare unfolding beside him. He stared in amazement. She continued to gag but did not spit out the penis. Instead, she was gently stuffing the man's testicles in her mouth.

The gunman gripped her head with both hands and pushed his head against the back of his seat, eyes closed. “Oh, baby,” the man groaned. “You are good. You missed your calling. You should have been a whore. Honey, you keep it up and you'll get your wish. I'll fuck the shit out of your juicy little cunt and make your old man lick my balls while I do it."

Jo pulled her tightly closed lips back along the shaft of his penis and concentrated on the bundle of nerves in its head.

Randy cut his speed to forty and quietly extracted the crowbar and placed it in his lap, still gripping it firmly in his right hand.

The man's scream ripped the air. Blood spouted. Randy swung the crowbar with all his might, crushing the right side of the gunman's head. He gripped the steering wheel and brought the careening truck under control. Blue lights flashed. A siren wailed. And Jo spit the end of the man's penis out of her mouth onto the floorboard.

Penny knocked on Mack's study door and entered without waiting for him to respond. Her skin was glistening with perspiration. “Are you angry with me, Mack?"

He looked at the beautiful woman/child, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. “Of course not, Penny. It's just that, uh ... Penny, I'm sorry. What I did yesterday was wrong. It was very wrong. My hormones got the best of me."

“So that's why you haven't come out of your hole all day,” she said as she sprawled in the chair opposite his desk letting her knees fall apart. “Whew,” she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. It may still be January, but it's hot enough outside today to be June. The sweats I was wearing while Billy and I played basketball were too much. It sure feels good to get back into my skirt."

Mack smiled. The miniskirt allowed him to see more than just a glimpse of her pink panties.

“Mack, I honestly don't know what you are so concerned about. What we did, we both wanted to do. We're not pretending to be in love and our relationship is no threat to your marriage. I'm sure that when your wife starts having sex with you again you'll forget all about me."

“I don't think so,” he grinned.

She leaned forward and rubbed her right calf. “Cramps,” she explained. “Look, if I am embarrassing you I'll leave, but I have a couple of things I would really like to talk with you about.” She worked her hand up to her thigh.

“Tell me you forgive me for taking advantage of you."

“Mack, you didn't take advantage of me. It was wonderful. Now drop it, please."

“What do you want to talk about?"

“Uncle Amos, to start with. He is okay with me continuing to work here as long as I get up every morning at five and work with him a couple of hours on weekdays and all day on weekends."

“That's going to give you a very full schedule."

“I don't mind if it makes him happy. I'm concerned about him, Mack. Death is on his mind. He's planned his whole funeral—has it down on paper. He showed it to me last night and made me promise to carry out his wishes. I know he has been to see Dr. McGee several times recently. He must be very sick, but he won't talk with me about it. I was wondering if you would ask your wife what is wrong with him?"

“I will ask, but she won't tell me anything."

“Patient confidentiality?"

“Exactly. Do you have cramps in both legs?"

“Yeah,” she said as she rubbed the other calf. “A doctor in Florida told me I have a potassium deficiency. I usually eat a banana every day, and that takes care of it, but the Dot Grocery was out the last time I went shopping."

“What else do you have on your mind this afternoon?"

“Billy is coming today for his initial reading lesson. I'm a little nervous about it. One of the first things I need to teach him is to tell time. He's going to hang around the church today until I get off work at four. I thought we would use one of the Sunday School rooms, if that's okay."

“Sure,” Mack agreed.

“Ouch,” she cried out while grabbing the calf of her left leg. The painful contortion of her face alarmed Mack and he rushed to her side.

“You're really in pain, Penny. Is there anything I can do?"

“Yeah,” she whimpered. “Rub my calf muscle."

He knelt in front of her.

“Relax, relax, relax,” she told herself.

His fingers were already trembling when they touched her leg. He could not remove his eyes from her crotch. Her sweaty aroma caused him to salivate.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Move up a little higher.” She sank back in the chair, picked up the paper bag she had dropped on the floor beside it, and pulled out a Timex watch. She held it where Mack could see it without interrupting his soothing massage. “I know he's not ready for it, but I bought this for Billy. I thought it might motivate him to learn to tell time. There's nothing wrong with me giving Billy little gifts, is there?"

Mack realized he was too close to her panties and switched to the opposite calf. “I don't think so, Penny. I think it is most commendable that you have this interest in Billy."

“Do you have any further thoughts about the laboratory demonstration?"

“Not really. Just be careful.” He moved his large hands to her thigh.

“I bought you something, too, Mack,” she said as she removed a box of condoms from the bag.

“My God!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “Don't tell me you're not on the pill."

“Not since moving to Dot. I didn't think I would need birth control here. Now it's too late. What would your wife think if I asked her for a prescription?"

“Oh, God,” he repeated, running his fingers through his hair.

“Don't worry, Mack. I'm not ovulating. But I thought the next time we should take precautions."

“There's not going to be a next time,” he exclaimed.

“That's up to you,” she said as she stood up. She hobbled towards the door. “I hope you change your mind.” She reached for the doorknob and hesitated. She turned the latch into the locked position. She moved to him, put her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

He pushed her away. “I can't do it, Penny. I won't do it. You are a gorgeous woman, but I'm a married man—a preacher—your pastor. I was a fool yesterday."

“Mack,” she pleaded. “A woman has needs just like a man. You turn me on. I turn you on. What's the harm?"

“No,” he said as he retreated behind his desk.

She knew he meant it.

“Okay, Billy,” she said to the youth who loitered in the hallway all afternoon. “I'm off work now. Just let me lock the office door. Come on. I thought we'd use the Men's Bible classroom downstairs."

As they walked pass the pastor's study, Billy took her hand in his. “Billy got a surprise for Penny.” He giggled.

“What kind of surprise?” she asked.

He tightened his grip on her hand. Something she hadn't expected stirred inside her. “You wait,” Billy said as they descended the stairs.

Penny snapped on the classroom light. “I have a surprise for you, too,” she said motioning towards the desk she had set up near the chalkboard. “This is called a composition book, Billy,” she said, picking up and handing him the ruled notebook. “Of course you know that these are pencils. I want you to use these pencils and this composition book to practice writing your ABCs."

“Thank you, Penny,” Billy said, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. “Penny's surprise is good. Billy show Penny his surprise now."

He walked to the chalkboard, picked up a broken piece of white chalk and neatly printed the alphabet from a to z, capital letters as well as lower case. He followed that by writing numerals from zero to one hundred. He stood back and examined his work as if he were an artist admiring a painting. “Billy know alphabet good,” he said, still looking at the chalkboard. “Billy learn alphabet in school."

“Billy,” Penny scolded. “That's cheating."

“Billy not cheat. Billy's deal was Penny take clothes off after Billy learn to read. Penny changed deal. Penny said she would show Billy her breasts and vagina when Billy learn alphabet. Billy keep deal. Penny take off her clothes now."

Penny knew she could refuse. She knew she probably should refuse. She looked at the closed classroom door. There was no lock on it. “Billy,” she said sternly. “If I do this you must never tell anyone."

“Billy know. Billy keep promise."

She took a deep breath. While Billy watched motionless she removed her blouse, her brassiere, her skirt and her panties.

“Penny have great big breasts. These things big too,” he said as he flicked both nipples with his index fingers.

“No touching, Billy. Remember?"

“Billy sorry."

“These are called nipples."

“Why Penny's nipples get hard when Billy touch?"

“I'm not exactly sure,” she lied. “It's like Billy's penis getting hard sometimes."

“Do hard nipples hurt like hard penis?"

“Sometimes,” she admitted.

“Show Billy milk."

“I don't have any milk Billy."

“Billy think breasts feed baby milk."

“They do, when a woman has a baby. But when she has no baby the breasts do not produce milk."

“Why not?"

“I don't know. That's just the way God planned it."

Billy nodded and dropped his eyes. “Billy have hair here,” he said, running his right index finger across her pubic area.

She did not scold him for touching her a second time. “I do too, Billy, but I keep it shaved off like you shave your face."

“Why?” he asked.

“Why do you shave your face?"

“My mama makes me."

She laughed. “Well I do it because I just don't like hair down there."

“Billy sometimes cuts face shaving. Does Penny ever cut vagina?"

“I'm very, very careful,” she smiled.

“Billy's hair is brown. Is Penny's hair brown."

“No. It's the same color as the hair on my head—copper."

“Show Billy Penny's butt."

“'Butt’ is okay to say sometimes,” Penny said as she turned her back to him, “but I like buttocks better."

“Penny's buttocks pretty.” He grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks without warning and separated them. “Penny got anus just like Billy. Billy used mirror to look at his last night."

She jerked away from him. “Billy, please don't touch."

“Billy sorry. Penny let Billy touch breast one time."

“No, Billy."

“Billy won't hurt. Touch one time. Please."

“Okay, just once."

He placed the palms of his hands under her breasts and squeezed gently. “Penny got big tits."

“Breasts."

“Billy sorry. Breasts.” He squeezed repeatedly. He did not notice when Penny closed her eyes. Suddenly he clamped his hands on her breasts in a vice-like grip and sucked as much of her right breast into his mouth as it would accommodate."

“No, Billy,” she cried out, clutching his hair and forcing him away. She backed up and grabbed her bra. “You promised you wouldn't touch, Billy. That was very bad. This lesson is over."

“Billy sorry. Billy not touch again. Billy want to see pee hole. Please, Penny. You promised."

The sad look on his face caused her to reconsider. “It's called the urethra,” she said.

“Billy want to see urethra."

She sat on the edge of the table and lifted her legs. She pulled apart her labia. “It's close to the top, Billy."

He slipped down on one knee. “Billy see!” he said gleefully. “Pee hole does look like Billy's."

“Urethra,” Penny corrected, trying to make the display of her most private anatomy educational.

“The clitoris is the little knob just above it."

“Clitoris is little penis?"

“That's right."

“Billy not see."

“It's the little knob close to the folded skin."

“Billy not see,” he said, anguish creeping into his voice.

“Here,” she said. “Let me have your hand.” She straightened out the index finger of his right hand and placed it directly on her clitoris. “You feel that? That's my clitoris."

“Billy feel bump."

“That's it."

“Penny just rub bump to masturbate?” he asked as he rubbed her clitoris.

“Yes,” she said. “Now that's enough."

“Bump getting bigger."

“Yes, it's like my nipples and your penis. It gets larger sometimes."

“Why?"

“It just does."

“Penny pee on herself?"

She laughed. “No. A woman's vagina needs to stay moist. Sometimes things happen that makes it get wetter than usual."