Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors (86 page)

She obeyed and turned a cry of pain into a moan as he pushed his way past her sphincter muscle.

“I take it the old man didn't leave you much."

“Not much. A little farm, a couple of thousand and a dozen greenhouses."

“Greenhouses? The guy was a florist?"

“No, but that's an idea. He grew hothouse vegetables during the off season. It should earn about twenty thousand this year. I've been wondering what to do with the greenhouses when local vegetables start coming in. Maybe I can grow some sort of flowers and sell them to florists."

He slapped her on her right hip. “Let me feel that big ass of yours,” he demanded.

She pushed against him and tried to move faster, but she was nearing exhaustion.

“I can't picture you as a farmer,” he laughed. “Sounds like hard work. However, we're going to start growing marijuana in some of those greenhouses. We'll make a fortune. Hell, we can sell a ton of it to Mary Lou."

“The doctor will buy it?"

“Sure. She's a softie. Its illegal, but it's a good pain reliever for those with terminal cancer and glaucoma. She keeps a little in her safe."

“Al,” she gasped. “I can't keep this up."

He dug his thumbnails into her nipples. “Move it, bitch,” he commanded.

She tried, but her knees buckled.

He relented. “Okay, take it easy for a minute.” He began the age-old in and out movement males seem to be born knowing how to perform. She put on a whale of a performance. Her cries of pretended pleasure finally brought him to orgasm. They both collapsed on the bathroom floor.

“We'll make a damn good team,” he said, pulling her on top of him and flattening her chest against his own. “Tomorrow is my day off. I think I will go home with you tonight and look over your farm and greenhouses."

“No!” she cried too quickly.

“No?” he asked, pushing her up by her shoulders so he could see her eyes.

“There's ... there's something I haven't told you. Farming those greenhouses is hard work. I've ... I have a retarded boy—man really—living at the house. He does the heavy work. I need him, and he doesn't like strangers. Give me a few days to tell him about you. Then you can come."

“You fucking that boy?"

“Of course not."

He grabbed her hand and bent it backwards. Waves of pain swept over her. “Don't lie to me. Are you fucking the retarded boy?"

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He relieved the pressure but continued to hold her hand bent backwards.

“Is he the father of your child?"

“No."

He applied the pressure again.

“I don't know,” she blurted out. “I don't think so. I screwed Mack before I let Billy have me."

“Why in the hell would you screw a retarded boy?"

“I'm teaching him to read and other things. He may be retarded, but he's a quick study. He's a good-looking guy, Al, with a huge cock. I figured I'd teach him to do it right and never have to go on the prowl again. Besides, as long as I let him sleep with me I don't have to pay much for his services as a personal servant."

“Now that sounds like the Pen I used to know,” he said. He stood up and started water running in the bathtub. “I'll give you twenty-four hours to prepare him for me moving in with you."

“Moving in? Al, that won't work."

“Why not?"

“When I said I let Billy sleep with me, I meant literally sleep with me."

“Holy shit,” Al laughed. “I hope you have a king-sized bed because I'm going to sleep with you too, and if you can't convince your Billy it's okay, I have some ‘candy’ that will make him to do anything I want."

“Don't do that to him, Al."

“You like this kid, don't you?"

“He's a sweet guy."

Al stepped into the bathtub and eased his buttocks into the warm water. “After you give me a bath you can go home. You have twenty-four hours to work on Billy. Then it's my turn."

“How the hell did you get in here?” Penny asked crossly.

“A whole lot easier that I expected,” Al laughed. “You should learn to lock your door."

Al jerked his attention to the bulging muscles on the hunk who was approaching him, but relaxed when Billy stuck out his hand. “Hello. My name is Billy. I guess you know yours,” Billy said as he giggled.

While Billy laughed Al glanced at Penny who shrugged her shoulders. “That's a good one, Billy. My name is Al."

“Pleased to meet you, Al.” Billy turned to Penny. “Did Billy ... I mean did I say the right words?"

“Yes, Billy. I'm very proud of you."

“Penny is teaching Billy ... uh ... me many things. Penny is my friend—my very special friend. Is Penny your friend too, Al?"

“Yes, she is, Billy. We've known each other a long time. Did Penny not tell you about me?"

“No. Penny did not tell me about you, Al."

“You didn't give me time,” Penny said angrily.

“Penny is my very special friend and we have a secret."

Penny's face froze.

“What's your secret?” Al asked, putting his arm around Billy's shoulder and leading him to the sofa.

“Billy ... I cannot tell our secret. Then it wouldn't be a secret."

“Penny is my very special friend too, Billy and we have a secret also."

“Will you tell Billy ... uh ... me your secret?"

Al glanced at Penny and grinned. “Since we are both Penny's very special friends, I'll tell our secret if you promise not to tell it to anyone else."

“Billy is ... I am good at keeping secrets,” Billy grinned.

“Penny and I are such good friends that we sleep together."

“Damn it, Al. Shut up,” Penny demanded.

“You ... you ... you can't sleep with Penny at night. I sleep with Penny at night,” Billy said, confusion flooding his face.

“We are both Penny's very good friends, Billy, so from now on we will both sleep with her."

“I don't think so,” Billy said slowly.

“It's okay, Billy. Like you, I fuck her too—in her pussy, her asshole, her mouth, and between her huge tits. Hey, won't it be fun to fuck her at the same time?"

“Vagina, anus, breasts,” Billy corrected. “How we have sexual intercourse with Penny at the same time?"

“It's easy, Billy. I'll show you tonight."

“Penny,” Billy said as he scrambled up and went to her side. “Tell Al to go away."

“Take it easy, Billy,” she said. “We'll work it out."

“No,” Billy cried. He grabbed Penny's shoulders and yanked her out of the chair. “Tell Al to go away. Billy sleep with Penny—not Al."

“Billy, you're hurting me."

“Billy not share Penny with Al."

Al guffawed, moved behind the powerful youth and grasped his shoulders. “Go for it, big guy,” he said. “Pen likes pain."

“Pen?” Billy said tightening his grip on Penny's shoulders and ignoring her attempt to free herself.

“Yeah, Pen is her nickname."

“Pen. Pen. Pen. Billy ... uh ... I like Penny better. Penny likes for me to hurt her?"

“No Billy, don't do it,” Penny pleaded.

“That's part of the game, Billy. She'll beg you not to hurt her, but she really wants you to,” Al goaded. “Slap her hard. Now! Slap the shit out of her."

Penny cringed as Billy raised his hand, but he checked himself. He whirled around and leveled his wild eyes at Al. “You not move in, Al,” Billy said. “Penny does not want pain and she does not want to have sexual intercourse with anybody but Billy."

“Not true, old buddy,” Al grinned. “She fucked me twice today. That's why she was late getting home. Ask her if you don't believe me."

Penny was cowering against the wall. Billy turned and glared at her. “Did you have sexual intercourse with Al today?"

She shook her head. “Billy, you know that's something that is very special just between you and me."

“She's lying to you, Billy. Make her take her clothes off. You'll find her pussy is full of my cum."

Billy glared down at Penny who was clearly frightened. “Show Billy your vagina."

“No, Billy,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm. “You can trust me. I'm your friend."

Al rushed to Penny, pulled her from the wall and twisted her arm behind her back painfully. “Pull her pants down, Billy."

Ignoring her protests, Billy yanked her pants to her knees, ripped off her panties and thrust his finger inside her. He extracted his finger, looked at the gooey mess on it and began to cry softly.

Al released Penny.

“I can explain,” she said as she pulled up her pants.

“All women are bitches, Billy,” Al said as he again put his arm around him, “and all bitches are liars. It looks to me like you need me around here to keep her straight. I'll never lie to you, Billy."

“Don't listen to him, Billy,” Penny pleaded.

Billy was still looking at his finger with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Penny lied to me. Al told the truth,” he said calmly.

“Hey, buddy,” Al said, patting Billy on the back and offering him his handkerchief. “You have anything to drink around here?"

“Diet cola,” Billy replied, still looking at his finger.

“We could all use something to drink. We need to calm down and work out a plan."

When Billy was out of hearing Penny hissed, “How could you do that to such a sweet guy?"

“Nothing to it,” Al laughed. “You see, sweet lips, I don't trust you. I followed you home and sat outside in my car for a full thirty minutes. I gave you a chance to tell him."

“Some chance. The poor guy was scared to death when I got home. He thought something bad happened to me. I had just calmed him down when you broke in."

“Something did happen to you, bitch. I took control of your fucking life.” He held her face in his hand and squeezed, forcing her mouth open. “You follow my lead or I'll slip a needle in the retard's vein and make a junkie out of him like you used to be."

“Don't ... don't do that,” she said.

“He'll be back in here in a minute,” Al continued, leering at her. “We're going to show your friend just what a fucking whore you are."

When Billy came back into the living room carrying three cans of soda he stopped and stared. Penny's arms were around Al's neck and her tongue was pumping into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss but still fondling her buttocks Al said, “She's a damn good looking piece of ass, isn't she Billy? And she's all yours and mine. We won't let her fuck anybody else, will we Billy?” He released her and went to the sofa. “Let's have one of those diet colas."

“Penny come sit with Al and Billy,” Billy said as he joined Al on the sofa.

Al took a small bottle of pills from his pocket, tapped two into the palm of his hand and pretended to pop them into his mouth. As he put the can of soda to his lips Billy asked, “Is Al sick?"

Al made a production out of gulping down the capsules. “No, Billy. I'm not sick. These are happy pills."

“Will you give Billy ... uh ... Penny and me happy pills?"

“No, Billy,” Penny said. “They're not happy pills."

“She's lying again,” Al laughed. “She swallowed a couple this afternoon. She just doesn't want you to be happy. You can have some if you like,” he said, tapping two into Billy's palm.

“Don't take them, Billy,” Penny pleaded.

Billy gulped down the pills defiantly and glared at her. “I want to feel good too,” he said.

“Billy,” Al said as he placed his hand on the youth's knee, “Penny tells me you've been working in the greenhouses."

“Yes,” Billy replied. “I good with the vegetables."

“Does it make you happy to work in the greenhouses?"

“Very happy. Billy ... uh ... I like to sweat."

“That's great, Billy. Pen was going to make you quit working in the greenhouses. Did you know that? She was going to send you back to live with your mother, but I'm not going to let that happen. I'm your friend, Billy. As long as I am here you can work in the greenhouses and I'll give you all the happy pills you want."

“I ... I ... Billy feel funny,” Billy said, putting both hands to his head.

“Oh, God,” Penny sighed.

“Good funny?” Al asked.

Billy grinned. “Yeah, good funny. Happy pills make Billy feel good funny,” and he laughed uncontrollably.

“Billy, I have so much to teach you,” Al said.

“Penny teach Billy good,” Billy said, still laughing. “Al teach Billy good too?"

“I sure will, buddy. Hey, would you like to watch Penny do a striptease for us?"

Billy was clearly puzzled. “What is striptease?"

“Don't,” Penny said hopelessly.

“We'll have Penny dance for us and slowly take off her clothes while playing with herself."

“Penny has pretty body. Big tits."

“Do it for us, Penny. Show us those big tits."

“No, damn it."

“My little black bag is in the car, Pen. Do you want me to get it for Billy?

“You bastard,” she said as she got to her feet and began to move rhythmically.

“Take it off, baby. Take it all off,” Al said as he clapped his hands to provide a beat for her dance.

“Take it off, baby,” Billy slurred.

Penny kicked off her shoes and pushed down her pants while keeping her upper body moving in time with Al's clapping hands. As she continued swaying and removing her clothes, Al called out lewd remarks and Billy repeated them.

When she was completely naked, Billy clapped his hands. “Penny is a good, good dancer,” he slurred with a sleepy smile on his face.

“We're not through yet, big guy,” Al said. “Get your clothes off and stretch out on the sofa. You can rest your head on Pen's pussy and play with her tits while she makes you feel good with her hand and makes me feel good with her mouth."

Billy's eyes would not focus and he had difficulty unbuckling his belt. Al helped, and when Billy was finally naked and on his back, Penny began to rub his muscular chest.

“Feel good?” Al asked.

“Yeah,” Billy responded dreamily.

“Give him a tit to suck,” Al instructed Penny.

She placed her hands under Billy's head, lifting him slightly so he could reach her right nipple and imitate a suckling baby.

“Does she taste good?” Al asked.

“Uh huh.” Billy's head dropped back on Penny's lap.

“He's gone,” Penny said.