'Hump that head, boy!' Grandpap wailed. '
And Travis, he humped like a trooper, he did, that big cherrywood work table thunkin' with each hump. Travis' bone never felt so hard in his life, no sir, as it were right now slidin' in an' outa Chessy Kinney's head as she lay like a sidled-over Berkshire hog on the table. Travis had seed her pickin' raspberries just 'fore nightfall, big as a Berkshire hog herself inna puke-green sundress, all big tits an' belly strainin' against the flinty material, ratty brown hair hangin' in ropes 'round her fat face. Travis had offered her a ride home in his pickup, then jacked her out but good with his brass knucks once she gots in. It just hurt him so bad seein' the crashed look on Grandpap's face after that dirty, hoochin', dick-cheese-eatin' Nedder Kinney had pulled that stunt, only payin' a paltry sawbuck fer a pair of Grandpap's fine work-boots. But it were like the Bible said, a eye fer an eye, 'er somethin' like that, so Travis felt it letgitermat ta snatch Nedder's fat, cracker wife and have a header.
He'd brought her back ta the cottage and slugged her down belly-up on the table, huffin' and puffin' on account she weighed more'n a wheelbarrow chock fulla wet cee-ment, and Grandpap, when he seed what Travis had done, just up shouted with sheer fuckin' joy, skinny arms raised high. 'Ain't that just the finest grandson I been blessed with!' he exclaimed.
'Well, Grandpap. I figured it was fittin' after seein' the way Nedder Kinney ripped ya off fer yer boots.' Travis reckoned. 'Weren't right what he did, so we'se'll get him back proper.' Travis, then, set ta makin' the hole ta slide his peter in, and a question occurred ta him. 'Hey, Grandpap, lets me ask ya somethin'. Weren't it be easier, 'stead goin' ta the trouble'a workin' the hole-saw with the drill, ta just knock a hole inner head with a good ballpeen or pig sledge?'
'?aw, boy, and lets me tell ya why.' Grandpap, in his erudite wisdom, replied. 'Hammer don't make a clean hole, an' that's a might important. 'Member Sisal Conner, fat sack cracker lived in the lean-to out by Watter's Pond? Fer
Wow. Folks were right. Old folk knowed what they was talkin' 'bout, an' if there were one thing Travis didn't need, it was a bone splinter slidin' right inta his dickmeat. No sir, he didn't need that none at
So's Travis, then, rememberin' the technique, screwed the hole-saw inta the power drill and got ta openin' the top'a Chessy Kinney's head. Tears of glee shined in Grandpap's old, rheumy eyes whiles Travis were doin' the job. Made a hell of a racket, it did, but in less time than it take ta blow a snotwad out'cher nose, that little circle of bone popped right out, an' Travis didn't waste no time stickin' the knife in the hole ta make a good deep slit fer his pecker, and when he did just that, even though ol' Chessy were still unconscious from the brass knucks, her fat and kinda hairy legs kicked up once, and that was that. She were dead on the table, deader'n dogshit.
Blood poured out her head like tappin' the bilge drum onna hot hooch tank, but once all that cracker blood got out, Travis got in—with his woody, that is, and a might good it certainly felt humpin' that still-warm cracker brain'a hers. Travis kept his eyes closed whiles he was doin' it 'cos he didn't wanna be ganderin' Chessy's body, no sir. What a mess of a woman she was, rolls'a fat jigglin' under that slinky dress, her big dirty feel stickin' out over the opposite edge'a the table. She had big tufts of hair unner her arms which reminded Travis of the balls'a steel wool he'd hafta clean pots with on chow hall duty in the slam, and one'a her tits popped out just then, big as a baby's head it was, an' it just kinda lolled there like a bag'a chicken fat, and a coupla skanky black hairs stickin' outa a nipple that looked more like a bloody hock someone'd just spat. No sir. Travis didn't need ta be lookin' at that 'less he wanted ta lose his woody right there inner head.
'Hump it. Travis!' Grandpap rallied on, now pink-faced as he was jackin' hisself in the chair. 'Get that nut
Well, hump that cracker Travis did, an' it didn't take long. Travis felt the feelin's' buildin', and they was like no other feelin's' he'd ever felt. Travis' eyeballs crossed, they did, and he grabbed Chessy Kinney's big dirt-seamed ears an' humped harder he did, an' it was almost like that knife-slit in her cracker brain were a hot suckin' mouth onna five-dollar roadhouse whore, and right then, Travis went up on his tiptoes, moanin' right away, and he blowed hisself a long an' hearty nut inta the middle of Chessy Kinney's corpus callosum, not that Travis hisself knowed just what a corpus callosum were, nor did he know what a central sulcus 'er a occipital pole were either. Suffice ta say, he blowed hisself a long, hot dicksnot right inta the middle'a her cracker head, an' it felt a right good, it did. Ain't come that good in his life.
'Aw, shee-it, Grandpap. Lemme tell ya, that was one
Travis stepped back, slick with sweat now, and he let his limp pecker slide right outa that newcut headhole.
'Yeah boy!' Grandpap agreet. 'Headers're somethin', ain't they? Who needs poon when ya kin hump a head?'
'But—Grandpap.' Travis stalled, feelin' a might guilty. All this time he was havin' so much pleasure fer hisself, and there was poor Grandpap, with his old bone still hard an' stickin' up outa his lap.
'Shee-it, Grandpap. You ain't had yerself yer own nut yet.'
'Aw, no matter, boy, Ol'coot like me, take a while it does. Just watchin's fine enough. Watchin' a strong young man like yerself humpin' a head, reminds me'a the good ?l' days, and lemme tell ya son. I humped myself a fair share a heads.'
'I'll'se bet ya did, Grandpap,' Travis concurred, zippin' up. 'So why's don't ya hump yerself a head right now? Got a fresh one right here on the table, we do, if ya don't mind no sloppy seconds.'
'Aw, shee-it, son. I 'preciate ya thinkin'a me, but my head-humpin' days're over. Cain't stand up outa this blammed chair. Ain't gots no feet on the end'a my legs.'
Travis smiled a great big warm family-lovin' type smile. He knowed a way, he shore did!
'Aw, Travis.' Grandpap wheezed in unearthly delight. 'Cain't tell ya how good it feels ta have my dog inna gal's brain after all these here years.'
'Go fer it, Gramps,' Travis urged. 'Hump that head!
Wizened as he were, Grandpap humped, held kindly aloft by his good, strong grandson.
'Take yer time, Grandpap. Cream her head up good, goes ahead! Hump it!'
Grandpap's flat ?l' butt pumped away, an', old 'er not, it didn't take more'n'a' minute 'fore he was gaspin' an' shudderin' an' shakin' like a leaf in orgasmeric bliss. 'Ooo-yeah, ooo-doggie, yessir!' his ol' throat crackled. 'Aw, shee-it, Travis. I'se spunkin' up her brain fierce! Got enough cockhock in my's ?l' balls ta fill a blammed shit-bucket!' Spittle dribbled inta his white billygoat beard, and Grandpap's roadmap eyes rolled back in his head. 'Aw, it's just the best feelin' in the world, it is! Chrast, boy, I just pumped me load so big I'se surprised my juice ain't squirtin' out her big cauliflower ears!'
'Good fer you, Grandpap!' Travis commended. 'You shore showed that blammed Nedder Kinney fer rippin' you off. Done had yerself a nut in his wife's head!'
Travis set the old man back in the wheelchair once he was done comin'. But at once Grandpap just set there, an' he looked up at Travis and started cryin'.