Willie's hands were squezing the flesh of Joyce's ass, digging in hard enough to leave marks when he shifted his hands. The girl shifted to support herself on one arm and reached under her body and started massaging her cunt. Christ, Lyn thought angrily, she likes being used. She'd have had a ball with those two truckers.
Still, Lyn couldn't deny that she was getting turned on watching the immoral couple below her.
Willie and joyce were cheap, but there was an animalness about their sex that was getting to Lyn.
She wished that she could fuck Frank at the very minute.
Finally, Willie came again and the two collapsed on the bed. Lyn looked at the machine, meaning to turnit off, but Frank shook his head.
Willie, what are we going to do if she comes back?'
'Why don't we fucking worry about that if it happens?' Willie snarled, plumping a pillow and fixing it under his head.
'No, we have to think of it noew,' Joyce insisted.
'Well,' WEillie said after a moment's thought, 'I Guess it'll depend on how she acts if she comes back. If she's all beat down, you know, hungry, bummed out, we'll let her stay her.'
'Let her stay her? Willie, are youi crazy?'
Wouldn't you like having somebody like her around to do what yoi wanted to?' Wille asked, grinning evilly.
'You mean…?' Joyce whispered.
'Have her just like we did the day she ran away. Only without tying her up. I'll bet we could make her like it, if we worked onher.'
'suppose she won't go for that?' Joyce insisted.
'Then, I guess she'll fucking run away again,' Willie said.
'No, what if she wants to cause trouble?'
'She won't cause no fucking trouble,' Willie assured his sister as he idly rubbed her cunt. 'She'll either put out, or get out.'
'Bout if she does cause trouble?' Joyce persistd.
'There's lots of rivers around her,' Willie told her. 'They never found old Charley Watkins, did they? And that was the boys doing the looking. I'll bet they still think he took off with yoiu and that money.'
Joyce chuckled. 'That fat old man actually thought I was in love with him. He couldn't believe it when I shot him. Hey, Willie, you remember what he kept saying? ' You're only fifteen, you shouldn't ge killing people.' All the time he was sliding down that wall, he kept saying that.'
'Maybe we'll take Lyn over to that bridge and drop her in the same hole Old Charley's in,' Willie laughed. 'We could start our own business, the Route Ten Bridge Body Disposal Company. Our motto: We Splash for Cash.'
Both of them laughed. 'Do you really think Lyn'd do what we wanted?' Joyce finally asked.
'Sure,' Willie answered. 'After I got through with her, she'd crawl on her knees for a chance to lick my shit. Give me three weeks with her and she'll be just like you were after a year, when I finally got you wise up.'
'I'd like that, Willie,' Joyce murmured. 'I'd like having her around to eat any time I wanted.'
Or to eat you wnen you wanted that, eh?' Willie asked.
'Yeah, that, too,' Joyce acknowledged.
'She liked it, yoiu knoew,' Joyce said a few minutes later. 'I know she did. I can tell. I had all those women eating my box when we were in Atlanta, and I know when they were doing it because they liked it and when they were doing it just to turn some guyo on.'
'I told yoiu,' Willie assured her. 'We'll make a first-class shore out of her if she comes back and wants to hang around. Otherwise, she just hangs,' he added.
'I think she'll want to be with us if she comes back,' Joyce mused.
I wouldn't, Lyn swore to herself, I wouldn't! And I didn't like eating yur pussy.
But the fifteen-year-old girl had to question that. Maybe she had been upset by the circumstances, but how did she know she wouldn't enjoy eating pussy under differedt circumstances? She didn't. She had thought, not once, but twice, that she'd never enjoy sex of any sort again, but Frank had fucked that nonsense out of her both times.
Maybe, Lyn thought, with the right girl, somebody I really liked, I could eat pussy without it bothering me. Particularly if Frank was there. On one of the days that Frank had been at work, Lyn had discovered whole box of paperback books in his closet. The pages that were dog-eared adn showing signs of rereading had all dealt with a man and two females. So had the magazines she'd found, magazines that had actual pictures of people fucking!
'Willie?' Joyce murmured. 'Do you think the people in Pittsburg are looking for us,' he answered. 'They don't know we exist. They know old Charley was crazy over some young gash, but they don't know who she was. They think he took that eighteen thousand and split with her. They're still looking for him, I'll fucking bet, but they ain't never gonna find him. None of them is gonna think of looking for him where they ditch their own stiffs.'
He chuckled. 'You know, that old fucker was still alive when we dumped him off the gbridge. I'll be he fucking flipped when he realized we were getting rid of him where he fucking got red of the people he knocked off.'
Lyn was suddenly scared. Willie and Joyce had killed somebody! and they'd kill her if they had to. If they caught her and Frank, they could killl both of them and nobody would ever know about it.
Below them, Willie and Joyce settled in for the night. Frank and Lyn waited an hour after they had begun picking up the first snores from the room below them before tnhey began a cautious retreat form the attic.
Still, they made it out of the attic without noise. Quietly, they made their was down the hall. Lyn's throat was dry and her heart almost leaped into it when Willie mumbled something, but he went on sleeping and shw and Frank were able to get ou of the house without difficulty.
As they crossed the lawn, moving towards the stand of trees where they had hidden the car, Lyn was acutely aware that Frank's cock was still hard. Of course, he had been looking at Joyce's naked body as she'd lain sprawled on her back asleep. Joyce had to kind of body that could give a man a hard cock if he looked at her clotheed.
Of course, the fact that they had watched Joyce suck Willie's cock and then take his prick up her asshole had contributed to Frank's hard-on. It had also caused an itching in Lyn's cunt that had not abated.
Theyt passed a clump of bushes and Lyn stepped behind them. 'Frank,' she whispered. He turned and she took off the top of her bikini, then peeled the bottom off. 'Put that thing down and fuck me,' she pleaded.
He set the videotape camera on the ground, then shucked his cut-offs as she lowered herself to a reclining position and spread her legs wide.
'Don't play with me,' she whispered. 'Just stick your cock in and fuck me. I need it so bad.'
Frank lowered him self to her writhing form and slid his cock deep into her twat. She was so wet and excited by the thoughs that had been playing through her head as they'd hidden in the attic that she came before his price was even completely inside her cunt.
To Lyn's great surprise, the police didn't seen interested in the evidence she and Frank had obtained. In fact, they were actually indifferent. One policeman went so far as to say that Willie and Joyce could have her and Frank arrested for illegal entry.
'Into a house that I own?' Lyn demanded.
'She's your father's wife,' the policeman retorted.
'But his will leaves everyghing he owns to me,' Lyn countered. 'He never got around to leavigng her a cent. Monday, I'm going to file the will and ask that she be enjoinged form taking any money out of any account he put money into.
'And, right now we are going to the newspapers and TV stations and tell them that we have evidence of murder, that you are not interested in investigation this, or any of the other crimes these people have committed.'
'Who got killed?' the policeman asked. 'Some guy named Charley Watkins, you said. In Pittsburg, you said. That's was out of our jurisdiction.'
Just then a man dressed in plain clothes stopped. 'Did you say Carley Watkins in Pittsburg? You're standing her saying you know he's dead and who killed him?'
'You've heard of this guy Watkins, Lieutenant?' the other policeman asked.
'I sure do,' the other man replied. 'He was one of Louie DiAllio's sub-bosses. Practically ran all of Washington and Green counties. They story was that he disappeared, ran away with some girl. And a bunch of diAllio's
