looked at the flash of white there, as though she didn't know what a pair of shorts was, or what to do about it. 'Just reach right in and help yourself to a mouthful of prick,' Max said. He felt slim fingers delve into his shorts and take his cock. A delicious shiver passed over his entire body. Then he felt the cool air on his prick, and he saw her pulling it out. The sight and the feeling combined to excite him, and the organ began to stiffen right away. He was a little sorry about that, a little sorry that it was going to be that easy for her.
It took her another moment to work up the will to touch the head of the cock with her lips. It was a fleeting touch, as though she couldn't bring herself to stay in contact with the prick for more than a split second. She leaned forward again and touched the prick with her lips. She stayed that way for a second or so, holding her closed mouth to the prick as though she couldn't decide to open up and take it inside. Max stood patiently, waiting to see if she would require a little more ramrodding before she would actually begin to French him. She didn't. He had put the fear of God into her, all right. She managed, finally, to open her lips just a little and take the cock inside. Max felt the moistness of her lips, the ridges of her teeth, and the warmth of the inside of her mouth. She took it in just a little at first, and then she moved her tongue across the tip of the cock, another quick, fleeting contact. Then the tongue crept back again, darting out to touch the head of the cock, here and there, and she opened her mouth a little more to take in the cock.
Max stood stiffly, his body rigid with the sensations she was bringing him. His prick was stiff now, as stiff as it had ever been. It was almost throbbing with strength and readiness. He could feel her breathing as she heaved air in and out through her mouth.
He reached down and took her head between his hands, holding it lightly, just steadying it. He sensed that she wished him to pull her forward, to ram his prick into her mouth. But that would make it too easy on her, that was exactly what she wanted. She was going to do it all herself, with no help from him. She was going to take that cock into her month and lick it and suck it, and he wasn't going to force her at all. She would do it simply because she was afraid not to. And she would learn something about herself in doing it. There wouldn't be any wondering later, on her part, whether she would have been able to go through with it if he hadn't done this or that. She would have nothing to remember but her own actions, and the way she had gone down on him without any help at all. He massaged her temples with his thumbs and then removed his hands from the sides of her head. Let her do it all, he thought again.
Julie took a little more of his cock into her month, and he could feel the head of it resting on her tongue. At that moment he heard a sound from the next room, moaning of pleasure that was obviously Connie's voice. She sounded like she was reaching her climax and trying not to give any sign of it. The sound of the moan excited Max all the more, and he had to control himself to keep from spurting his come into Julie's mouth prematurely.
Julie seemed to sense his excitement, and it was obvious that she didn't want to disappoint him because she took the rest of his cock's head into her month all at once. She slid her lips up the shaft until he could feel the head of his prick nudge the roof of her mouth. A little gag passed over her but she managed to hold it down. She moved her tongue over his prick, and he could feel her start to gag again. Her hands were pressing against the fronts of his thighs to steady her body, and now she moved them closer together until he could feel her fingers around his cock, just around the root of it, on his abdomen. A garbled sound escaped her throat, almost as though she were trying to talk with his prick in her mouth, and then she pulled back a little to give her tongue free play. She ran it over the cock, back and forth, up and down the length of it until he felt the come welling up in him, welling up and getting ready to spurt out into her mouth.
Then it did spurt, filling her month and choking her, gagging her with its volume and its force. She choked down the gag and swallowed the cream quickly. Max felt the tremor of disgust pass over her body, and it excited him all the more, wringing another shot of come from him.
His cock went soft in her mouth and she started to withdraw from him. Max took her head in his hands and pulled her forward again, pushing his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. It lay limp in her mouth while she knelt there, very still, apparently waiting to see what he wanted of her. Max ran his right hand through her hair. It was a pleasant feeling even now, with all the power gone out of his cock, just to have it in her mouth like that. Finally, he pulled it out.
'That was nice,' he said. 'That was a good blow job, honey. You're a good girl.' He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Julie remained kneeling there, her head lowered, watching him. Max patted the bed, and she rose gracefully and walked over and sat next to him. The robe was still on her body, still hanging open. Max reached up and pulled it off her shoulders. She let it fall down her arms and lie in a heap on the bed.
'You know, you're the easiest one of this whole crew to control,' Max said. He paused a moment, to see if she would answer him. She hung her head and said nothing. 'If I'd been asked to pick the three of you, I'd have thought the little cunt in there,' he said, indicating Connie in the next bedroom, 'would be the easiest one to cow. And I'd have picked you for the hardest one. But you do everything you're told, and you don't give me any shit at all. How come?'
'I–I just don't see any reason to put up a useless fight,' she said. 'I think it's better to stay alive. Everything else is secondary to that. You can't do anything else if you don't do that much. And right now the easiest and surest way of staying alive is to do what you say.'
Max mussed her hair playfully, as though she were a bright child of whom he was fond. 'That's good thinking, Julie. You just keep thinking that way, and you'll come through this all right.'
'Will I?' She looked directly at him, and there was a seeking, beseeching look in her eyes. 'Will you let me live? And my husband and child?'
'Why not? We can see to it that you're out like a light for a couple of days after we leave. And after that you won't be able to tell the heat anything that would help them get at us. You won't know any more about where we are than they will.'
'I hope you mean that. Because I don't want to tell them anything at all. I don't care whether they ever catch you, and I really don't care about anyone else you might hurt after you leave here. I just want to stay alive, and keep my husband and daughter alive. I mean that, Max. That's all I care about.'
'I believe you.' Max laid a hand on her thigh, and she didn't react at all. She seemed not to notice the contact. 'I believe you're no threat to us. I'm not so sure about hubby in there. When we leave I'll have to trust you to keep him tied up for a day or two. How will that be?'
'That's fine, yes. I'll do that, Max. You can trust me to do anything like that you say.'
'Fine. Fine. I'm glad to see you're so cooperative.' Max looked at her for a moment, and he remembered something he had wanted to ask her. 'How come you warned me out there? If you hadn't said anything your sister would probably have parted my brain with that scythe.'
'But she might not have. And then we'd all have been worse off. I don't want you to think you can't trust me, Max. I want you to know that I'm not going to take part in any attempt to harm you. Not even passively.'
'But the chances were in her favor. In fact it was practically a sure thing.'
'And what then? We'd have been trapped out there, while my husband and baby were in the house, and Pete was standing outside with two guns.'
'You could have picked him off from the barn. I have the rifle. All he had were a shotgun and a pistol.'
'Oh, hell, I don't know anything about shotguns and pistols and rifles. And I couldn't have hit Pete with your gun. And I doubt that Sally would have been able to, either. It would just have made things worse. Worse for Jim and Diane, especially, and no one means more to me than they do.'
'Except maybe yourself?'
She looked at him for a moment, then lowered her eyes. 'Maybe. I'm not brave. You know that.'
'I sure do. And that's a good thing for you, honey. A brave woman would have been killed by now. Your sister and her little girl friend would be dead right now if it weren't that Pete wants to keep them around. When we leave I'm going to kill them. Do you have any objections to that?'
She stared at him for a while, and he could see that she was really searching into herself. 'No,' she said. 'I'm not in any position to object. And I'm only interested in saving the three of us. Naturally, I don't like the thought of the others being killed, but I don't see that it's my job to stop it, or try to.'
Max laughed. 'You're really gutless, aren't you?' She didn't answer that. 'I don't want you to tell them what I said. In fact, you might make it a point to tell them, the next time you're alone with them, if ever, that I told you that I didn't give a shit about Butch, and I've decided it isn't necessary to kill them after all. Not even Connie. You tell them that, honey. It'll make them a lot more likely to do as they're told. And they can still give us a lot of entertainment before we decide to leave this place.'
