him. Their bodies touched, and he could feel her hair on his arm. She looked terrified now, more afraid than the guys Max had seen heading for the gas chamber. He laughed again and reached forward, slowly, letting her see his hand coming, to cup one of her tits. It felt as good as it looked, soft and warm in his hand, fragile and vulnerable. A shiver passed over her body.
Max drew her close, embracing her with the gentleness of a man who is in command of the situation and needn't be rough. There was no need to hold onto her tightly because there was no chance of her even attempting to escape. She got the message. Her body was tense, poised for flight, but she managed to hold herself still.
He pulled her close and kissed her. She kept her lips together for a moment, then he pressed his tongue between them, and she allowed them to part reluctantly. She seemed about to gag with disgust, horrified at the situation, and her position of helplessness. Max probed the inside of her mouth, tasting her tongue sliding over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, exploring freely. She had the sweet, clean taste of toothpaste and astringent, and young, healthy girl.
Max broke off the kiss and moved his lips over her face, her neck, her throat. She was having a difficult time keeping herself from resisting, he could tell, and that made it all the more enjoyable. He let his right hand slide down the smoothness of her body to the elastic of her pantyhose, and dipped his fingers under it. She squirmed hard then, and tensed, her body stiff and still. He pushed the panties down a half-inch, and repositioned his hands and pushed it down some more. He could feel the beginnings of hair now, and the beginning swell of her pussy.
His hand moved around behind her, to cup one fine, firm cheek in his palm. Her frame trembled and she made a little mewing sound, less than a moan because she was keeping her mouth closed tightly.
Max worked the panties down past her hips with a quick motion of his hand and moved away from her a bit to look at her body. His eyes moved up to her face. She looked terrified and miserable, and he let her see his eyes boring into her own before he moved them down to her pussy.
It was bare. The panties had been pushed down around her thighs, a tangle of nylon that restricted her, pinned her helplessly where she was. Max laid his hand on her belly and slid it down to her pussy, tangling his fingers in her hair and sliding one of them between her thighs to nestle in her crotch.
A moan escaped her now, and she started crying again. Max felt his cock swell to the painful point, throbbing with desire. She was perfection, a soft, warm, clean bundle that pulsed with life and desirability. He pushed the panties down to her knees and then pulled them down over her feet, letting them flutter to the floor.
He stood beside the bed and pulled his shirt and pants off. His undershirt dropped after them, and he was just about to shuck his shorts when he decided to have her do it. He took her hand and pulled her to an upright position on the bed. She had been lying with her eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable. Now she opened her eyes in surprise and looked at him. She looked away quickly. She had probably never seen a nearly naked man before, and his cock was making a very unsightly bulge in his shorts. Max smiled down at her and felt his own body quiver with excitement and desire.
'When two people think a lot of each other, and they're about to screw,' Max said, 'they usually undress each other. I just did that much for you, now it's your turn.' He had to laugh at her expression. She swallowed hard, and her hands shook like hell as she reached out toward him.
The shorts had snaps in the front, and she had trouble pulling the first one open, she was so nervous. She got control of herself and yanked it open, then turned her face away at the mat of hair that was revealed. She pulled the other snaps open at once and withdrew her hands, to let the shorts fall of their own weight. Max held his beefy thighs together, keeping them in place. 'Pull them down, sweety,' he said. He had trouble controlling his voice. Emotion, desire, excitement, were taking their toll.
Sally took the shorts and pulled them down. Her face came within a few inches of his cock at one point, as it jutted out from his belly. Max couldn't remember ever being more ready than he was now, even last night when Julie hauled his three years' accumulation of ashes.
He was naked now, completely naked, and he lowered himself to the bed again, beside Sally. She lay back without being told, resigned to what was coming, ready for her part in things.
Max took her in his arms. Her body against his was unbelievably exquisite now, with nothing between them. He could feel her hair down below, against his belly. His prick was stiff and ready, and he knew that he didn't have much time for preliminaries. That was too bad because she had the kind of body that was made for preliminaries, and he was enjoying himself. And the longer he could stretch things out, the longer he could keep her in torment. But that was all right. This was just the first of many, and next time he'd able to eke things out better.
He rolled over her, half covering her body with his. She cried out in fear and panic, knowing that things were about to come to their logical conclusion. Max wedged a heavy leg between her slender thigh, nuzzling it against her pussy. He could feel his prick getting ready to spit out its load, and there just wasn't any holding back now. He pushed his other leg between hers and held his prick in his hand, centering it over her slit.
She was tight, of course, and when his prick touched her cunt he could barely keep from coming all over her. She cried out as he forced his way in. She went all rigid with pain, and her hands tightened on his shoulders reflexively. He caught a short glimpse of her face, twisted and taut, and he could tell that she was in real pain. His cock was only halfway in, and her cherry was one of the tough ones. It hadn't given yet.
With a thrust that was even painful to him, Max forced his way through the membrane. He felt it give, and her body tautened even more. She screamed once, and he was all the way in, all the way to his balls. She opened her legs wider as though trying to relieve the pain, but the reaction that passed over her body made him think it must have had the opposite effect. The friction inside of her must have been painful.
Max felt like lying still on her for a while, just enjoying the connection of their bodies, but he knew he was about to come. If he was going to do any fucking, this was the time to do it. He ground his massive hips into motion, working up and down, thrusting and receding, and Sally began to cry out as his cock moved over the inside of her pussy. Her movements served to make the pleasure in Max's prick all the more intense, and then he was shooting his come into her. He accelerated his movements, pushing and pulling with desperate speed, trying to get as much out of the act as possible. The pleasure was intense, of course, but it was short. He had been too excited going in, and now he spewed his cream into her before he was ready. With a grunt of pleasure he went limp over her, his weight driving her into the bed. His cock was as flaccid as the rest of him.
Gradually, he became aware of her fighting for breath under him, and her body shook with sobs. They were both covered with sweat. Max buried his face in her hair for a moment, then rolled off and sat up.
'So,' he said. 'Now you're not a virgin any more. Feel any different?' He scratched his belly and stood. He felt drained of desire, and better, more peaceful, than he had expected. It would be better next time, better physically, of course. But this had been a taste of revenge. And even if it was revenge against a girl who had been dead for three-and-a-half years, Sally was enough like her for the revenge to taste sweet.
'Get up,' he ordered. 'I'm hungry, and I think you women had better start earning your Goddamn keep around here.'
She got up slowly, stiff and sore. She looked as though it was an agony to walk, or even move. Max put on his shorts and his pants and walked to the suitcase, still sitting where Sally had left it in the middle of the floor. He opened it and rummaged through, tossing clothing all over, until he found a robe. It was a diaphanous one, thin to the point of sheerness, almost transparent. The sash on it was in two pieces, each piece sewn to one side of the robe at the waist. He was afraid to pull them off because the robe might tear, so he found a pair of manicurist's scissors on the dresser and snipped through them. There was a small button hidden inside the robe, and he yanked that off.
'Here.'
She took the robe and shrugged into it, holding it about her body with both hands. It really was translucent. He could see her skin through parts of it, and the patch of brown hair at her pussy showed through clearly. Max grinned. 'Now get in the kitchen. I'm coming with you.'
As she moved ahead of him, he looked with enjoyment on her ass, flexing and bunching with each step, dimly visible through the sheer material of the robe. She was really something. From his point of view, she was even more attractive than her sister. It had been a stroke of luck, finding this place. A stroke of unbelievable luck. It meant things were going right for them, or at least for him. And it meant that in a day or two, when things began to cool off, and the TV watchers began to forget about the 'escaped murderers on the news', he'd be able to move on to his next task. The reason, after all, that he'd made the break in the first place.
