The bedroom was so dark that I couldn't actually see the bed. However, from having slept here for so long, I knew right where it was. Wasting no time, I made my way to its side and then slipped under the covers. By this time I was so turned on my pussy was boiling.
Feeling around for the masculine body I craved, my fingers found the special warmth of cock and balls on the first try. What's more, the cock was as hard as a rock and the balls were churning.
At first I couldn't believe my luck. I could fuck without waiting.
But then, upon further exploration, I realized that things were not so simple. Instead of achieving immediate gratification, I'd have to go to the end of the line. I was not alone in bed with Tom!
Jumping backward from the bed like I had just received a severe electrical shock, I crashed into a bedside table and knocked its contents on top of me. When the heavy thing gouging into my tits turned out to be a lamp, I turned it on.
Holding the light in front of me, I got up and walked toward the bed. Without its shade, the lamp cast a yellow bubble over the activity there. I could see every disgusting detail.
It wasn't even Tom I'd been lying next to. It was Roy Parker. Sometime when I'd been making love to the kids, he'd come here from the motel fire. He probably thought I was ashes.
Oh, my husband was present all right. He was the guy sucking Roy's cock. Undoubtedly he was doing so with the knowledge of my reported incineration.
I couldn't believe it. My husband and my lover were having a homosexual affair. Even in my loathing, I couldn't help but marvel at how the lieutenant got around.
It even occurred to me that Tom might have been responsible for Parker trying to destroy me rather than the syndicate. It was increasingly clear that anything was possible.
Tom looked up first and blurted my name. It was clear from the bewildered expression on his face that he regarded me as a ghost. Maybe he really had paid to have me murdered.
In disgust. I replied, "You lousy fag! All those years I let you fuck me and you were really interested in sucking cocks. What a joke on both of us I never came, and you wished you were somewhere else."
But, even though my voice was hard, inside I felt like a fool. How could I have been so naive as to think Tom could ever make me come?
It occurred to me that even if Parker hadn't been there, I still would have been thwarted. The fact that my husband turned out to be queer was just a crunching metaphor for the frustrating reality of the world, as closed to the cloud nine illusion. I'd been idealistically nurturing since making love to the children.
I knew now that this was the way life always worked. No matter which way you turned, sooner or later you got it in the back. What, an idiot I'd been to believe I could find real love in the midst of such chronic treachery.
I even started to wonder if the kids were in on it.
If they sent me into their father's bedroom as a humiliating practical joke, knowing in advance what I'd find there.
"I've got to get out of this hell!" I suddenly shrieked, hysterical with anxiety. The familiar walls of the bedroom I'd been able to negotiate in total darkness turned hostile and started to close in on me.
"Don't move!" Parker contradicted me. He'd pulled his gun from under the pillow and was pointing it at me.
The minute the light flashed from the muzzle, I instinctively threw the lamp to the floor. In the darkness, the shot, that rang out whizzed wildly over my head. I had no alternative but to turn and run.
The chase was on again.
Racing down the hall, I could hear the children buzzing in their room. It was impossible to tell whether they knew what was going on, and I hadn't the time to investigate any dark suspicions I might have.
There was another wild shot and I was scrambling down the stairs. Sprinting across the living room, I thrust open the door and sprang from the dreaded house.
Just when I got to the Camaro there was trouble. A shot more accurate than the others. Parker had spotted me going to my car from an upstairs window and fired. I hadn't been hit, but the right rear tire of the Camaro was mortally wounded.
Then there were more shots. Again I was unscathed, but the Camaro had just been rendered into a useless hunk of metal. Three tires were flat and the gas-tank was leaking all over the driveway the front windshield was shattered.
So I had to keep running. Literally running. Fleeing on foot from the nightmare of my middle-class existence. I couldn't go back; I couldn't look back.
My life from now on would be devoted strictly to survival. I'd live by my wits forgetting about yesterday, and not being sure if tomorrow would ever come.
With this kind of attitude, it wasn't difficult for me to muscle my way into a battered pick-up truck that was waiting for the light to change on the street I happened to be running down. It didn't even occur to me that I was nude when I forced my way inside the cab – all I knew was that I needed transportation to get out of the suburbs.
As I jumped into the truck, the first thing that greeted me was the bark of a dog who was pissed off I'd shoved him out of his place. "You a sleepwalker, lady?" the driver drawled unperturbedly from the other side of the large animal.
Realizing for the first time I was naked, I replied somewhat defensively, "Why do you ask?"
"You don't often see a woman runnin' around naked in the middle of the night," he laughed, just before he spit a big wad of tobacco out the window.
I'd gotten a better look at him now and could see that he was unshaven and grubby, dressed in cast offs. He seemed to be a vagrant on wheels.
"The only other thing I can think of," he resumed talking with a big glob of black spittle running down his scroungy chin, "is that you're horny. Out lookin' for sex."
Now I could see that he had several teeth missing, even some in front. The insinuating words that came out of the ugly mouth seemed the filthiest items imaginable. However, as I told myself when I was ready to puke, beggars can't be choosers.
"Well, since you're so smart," I suppressed a gag and teased, "what are you doing cruising around in this old rattletrap at this time of night?"
"Maybe I'm lookin' for a horny woman walkin' the streets," he replied, just before spurting off another missile of tobacco juice out the window.
"That's funny," I said, looking at the lax crotch of his threadbare pants, "you don't seem ready for any action."
"No, but he is," the man cackled, a grimy hand leaving the wheel to point between the dog's haunches.
My breath was taken away as I saw what he was talking about. The dog had a hard-on as big as a horse's.
"You're not kidding, are you?" I asked incredulously.
"No sirree," he permitted himself a mild whoop, spraying the windshield with soggy flecks from his chaw. "I ain't kiddin', so help me Jesus."
"But how can you count on something this bizarre happening?" I wanted to know. This was all too incredible to be happening.
"I drive all over the city after midnight lookin' for them teenage runaways," he explained. "When you find one on the street that's broke, they'll pretty near do anything you want for a free meal."
"And you force them to have sex with your dog?"
"Yep," he nodded. "Course, they're usually a lot younger than you, and have their clothes on at first. You're the first naked grownup lady runaway I ever got for Old Blue."
"Do you really expect me to do what you're saying?" I reiterated my disbelief.
"Why not?" he shrugged. "You must a wanted something from me or you wouldn't a got in my truck in the first place."
"Well, yes, a ride," I admitted.
"Then sucking Old Blue's cock is the price," he ginned. "Either you meet it, or I'm deliverin' you to the station house and handin' you over to the cops."
"For what?" I blurted, having the cold, sinking feeling inside that it didn't make any difference anyway. My predicament would stand no exposure to the police no matter how unfairly it was arranged.
When he reminded me that breaking into a person's vehicle at a stoplight with no clothes on was undoubtedly in violation of several laws, I mentally threw in the towel and admitted to myself there was no way out. Either I got the ride I needed out of town through sucking the dog's prick, or I was through.
It was really a fairly simple decision to make. A few minutes of a dog's stiff cock in my mouth seemed a small enough price to pay to keep from being returned to the world of the Toms and the Roys.
"Okay, I'll give your pooch head for a ride," I formally contracted. "In fact, I'll even swallow his cum and let him fuck my pussy if you get me some clothes."
"I'll do more than that," he surprised me with his generosity after so much haggling. "If you're on the run, I'll even give you a place to stay. I've got squatter's rights on a shack out at the edge of the county-dump – whoever is chasin' you'll never look there."
"What do I have to do for it?" I couldn't stifle my suspicion.
"I've gotta lotta dogs," he grinned his mottled leer. "Friends of mine who hang around the dump; live on garbage. They'll keep you busy as a bitch in heat."
The proposition chilled me with its perversity, but I knew I had to accept it if I valued my freedom. This yahoo was right, it did sound like the perfect hideout – and that was the one thing in the world I needed more than anything else at the moment.
"Okay, take me there," I said, "you've got yourself a new roommate."
"Then start suckin' Old Blue's cock on the way there," he shrewdly answered. "I got to be sure you ain't woofin' me before I let you into my own."
"Sure," I calmly agreed. "I can see your point. I'll get busy right away."
Sucking a dog's prick? I found it easy enough to do when I realized my survival might depend on it. In fact, it was such a thick and hardy specimen that it wasn't long before I was actually enjoying it.
The driver's dick finally got hard when he saw me going down on his dog. By the time Old Blue's hard-on was fucking my mouth to the hilt, Leonard, as he told me he was called, had his stiff prick out of his raggedy pants and was driving with one hand and beating his meat with the other.
Seeing his master's tool unsheathed, the dog reacted with an excited bark. Then he started vigorously pumping his loins while he fed me his prick. It was as though they were in a race to see who could come first – the mouth-fucker or the masturbator the dog or the man.
Since Old Blue was a mixture of German shepherd and something else big, the physicality of his excitement was intense. His claws buried into the bare flesh of my back as I kneeled from the floor and ate his cock. As we headed for the sanctuary of the dump, his actions had the cab of the truck actually shaking independent of the vibrations from the ancient motor under the hood.
As it was, both master and dog came at the same time. Just as I felt my mouth awash with the hot spurts of animal cum, Leonard's spunk splattered all over the dashboard. In seconds it was dripping down on my naked body while I drank the dog's equally generous supply of male gruel.
When they were finished ejaculating I noticed that neither dick was wilting, so I did the logical thing and switched places. The only difference from the previous arrangement was that, while I sucked one cock I had to personally beat the meat of the other Old Blue couldn't jack off with his paws.
Continuing to drive, Leonard opened his legs so my face could fit easily against his musky-smelling crotch. His cock was long enough to make me forget how filthy it was. At the same time, Old Blue had rolled over on the seat, giving my pumping hand easy access to his equally elongated maleness.
Since they had both just shot their wads, it was naturally harder to get the master and his dog to come a second time. Several minutes of sucking and stroking would be required, but I had nothing better to do.
In fact, I was so wrapped up in attending to their pricks, I wasn't even aware that we were out of the suburbs and progressing down the dead-end road whose only function was to lead to the dump. I guess I figured I'd have plenty of time to ponder my fate later. Right now, the imminence of two loads of cum seemed a far more attractive focal point than my future.
After all, that's what life on the run was all about. The freedom in being an outlaw was being able to get your kicks while they were there. The instant gratification that could only come from being responsible to nothing or no one but yourself.
This was what life was all about. Doing it – doing whatever turned you on – with no regard to the consequences. God I wished I could broadcast my message to the rest of the bored housewives continuing to rot away in the suburbs I had left behind.
But, of course, right now I had to finish with my two cocks. Make them come in my mouth and my hand. Make my stomach even fuller and the cab of the truck even sloppier with fresh semen.
Dog and man I jacked one off and mouth fucked the other. Almost by design they came simultaneously just as we pulled into the dump. By the time Leonard had stopped the truck and was pointing proudly out the window at his miserable shack, both my throat and the upholstery were sticky with male slime.
With man-cum running down my face, and dog-cum running down my arm, I sat up and looked at my new home. When Leonard honked his horn an army of dogs materialized in front of it, looking like a canine army to protect the dilapidated structure of boards, cardboard and tin cans from a county bulldozer. When I looked between their legs, I saw that every one of them was a male.
"You're going to have to fuck all of them," Leonard promised, "or I'll turn you in. In the ass, too."
"Tell me this," I said. "Will I also have to cook for you? Clean for you? Do your laundry? Sleep with you?"
"You mean act like my wife?" Leonard scoffed. "You gotta be kidding. I started living like this to escape an old bitch in Texas. No, sirree, the last thing this ol' boy wants is a Goddamn wife."
He was filthy. Dirty. Perverse. A man who lived in a dump and scrounged from garbage. But suddenly Leonard seemed like a knight in shining armor to me. A kindred spirit.
"Listen, little lady," he continued, apparently determined to set me straight I'd hit such a nerve. "I don't need or want no wife. If you wanna stay with ol' Leonard, all you gotta do is mind your own business and fuck his dogs."
It sounded like the best proposition I'd heard in a long time. I said yes and asked him when I could get started earning my keep.