Hit her harder!

CHAPTER FIVE

Roberta Jean pulled her fist out of Tammy's cunt for the last time. Tammy was still breathing. Good, she thought.

Roberta Jean was many things, but a murderer wasn't one of them. The blonde carefully peeled the latex glove off of her right hand and threw it in the sink.

Roberta Jean could see that there was a big bloodstain on her bedspread beneath Tammy's ass, from the blood that had dripped out of the redhead's thoroughly ravaged cunt.

Roberta Jean quickly uncoiled the copper wire from around Tammy's wrists and ankles. She grabbed Tammy by the ankles and dragged her off the bed, THUMP!

Tammy's head hit the floor hard. Shit!

Roberta Jean knew that she wasn't going to be able to do this alone. She dragged Tammy as far as the living room and managed to put on her clothes, everything except Tammy's underwear, which she tossed in the waste basket.

Then she got on the phone.

Bertha. "Hi, Bertha."

"Roberta Jean! I was just going to call you. The cops were just here."

"Why?"

"They were looking for you. I guess Joey called them after we split the bar. He must have figured we was going to kill Tammy."

"Shit."

"Tammy still there?"

"Yeah, I was calling to get you to help me get her out of here."

"What kind of shape is she in?"

"Bad."

"Fuck! Leave her. Get in your car and get over here fast. The cops just left. Take the back way so you won't cross paths."

"What are we going to do?"

"Roberta Jean, it looks like it is time for you and me to quit this town."

"I'll pick you up, but we ain't leaving town, not yet."

"What are we going to do?"

"I still, got a piece of unfinished business."

"What?"

"I got a date up on Sex Hill."

"Leave Harvey. Leave Painted Post."

"I will, I will – but first I am going to kick some ass."

"What about Sheree?"

"Her ass is going to be the first to get kicked, babe."

In the distance Roberta Jean could hear the wailing of the police siren.

"I'll be right there," Roberta Jean said.

"Hurry!"

Click.

In a flash Roberta Jean was in her car and down the road, heading away from the police. Roberta Jean was sorry that she had bothered to put Tammy's clothes on her.

The cops would have gotten a kick out of seeing her naked.

Blood still oozing from her fist-fucked poontang!

By the time Roberta Jean got to Bertha's house the tattooed woman was packed and waiting in front. She hopped in, sat shotgun and Roberta Jean laid rubber.

"Let's head west," Bertha said.

"Not yet."

"What if there are cops up on Sex Hill?" Bertha asked.

"Why would they be?"

"Tammy made her announcement about Harvey and Sheree in front of everyone at the bar," Bertha said.

"Shit, Bertha, the Painted Post cops ain't that smart."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Bertha said, but she didn't sound sure.

Roberta Jean took the straightaway on Union Street at ninety miles per hour, and barely slowed down as she made the turn onto South Road, and then onto the dirt road, South Road extension, that led up to the top of Sex Hill.

Roberta Jean was driving with one hand on the wheel.

The other hand was clenched into a tight fist at her side. Her knuckles were white. Roberta Jean was grinding her back teeth together. She slowed the car.

"I don't want the bastard to hear me coming. I want to catch that little motherfucker in the act!"

"Roberta Jean?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do to Tammy?"

"I bound her to the bed, whipped her tits with my belt and then fucked her cunt with my fist," Roberta Jean said matter-of-factly.

Bertha's stomach felt slightly sickened. There were times when the tattooed woman thought Roberta Jean was ready for the crazy house.

Why did she stay with Roberta Jean if she feared for her sanity?

That was an easy one. Bertha was a full-fledged lesbian, and thought Roberta Jean was the hottest piece of tail in all of Painted Post, Pennsylvania.

Harvey pulled Sheree up onto the seat beside him. He kissed her on the mouth. Their lips pressed together lightly at first, but that did not last for long.

Soon Harvey was pressing his mouth against Sheree's so hard that the diminutive brunette could feel her own lips being pressed back against her gums and her front teeth.

They kissed with their lips only at first, but this too did not last for long. After writhing their mouths together and panting with shared lust.

Then, just as if Sheree and Harvey had practiced this oral caress of mutual pleasure a thousand times in the past, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.

They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly, almost tentatively. They flicked the tips of their tongues back and forth across one another.

The movements of their tongues gained steadily in eagerness and enthusiasm. Soon they were rolling their tongues together with reckless abandon.

They performed a wet internal swordfight with their battling tongues. They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths. They licked at each other's gums, at each other's teeth, at the mucous membranes of each other's inner cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They swapped spit merrily.

They quaffed deeply of each other's sweet saliva.

Harvey looked at Sheree after pulling his mouth away from hers. He thought of Roberta Jean and then he thought of Sheree. How could he have picked two girls who were so different? Maybe that was the whole point.

Roberta Jean was an Amazon woman.

Sheree was a sweet little cutie-pie.

The truth was that it was an understatement to call Sheree diminutive. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.

Sheree had never, in her entire life, weighed more than one-hundred pounds. That included once when the little girl had weighed herself while, she was soaking wet.

She had long dark brown hair that licked lightly at her small shoulders. Her eyes were shaped like almonds. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked so that they were slender and femininely angular. Her eyelashes were very long and curled upward at their tips.

Sheree's eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each time she blinked – or winked for that matter.

Sheree had a tiny nose. It was a mere button, which turned up a little at the tip. Her nostrils were a little on the flared side but had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.

Her nose had a cute way up moving up and down on her face. Whenever it did that Harvey could not help but think that she looked like a bunny-rabbit who was curiously sniffing at a patch of green clover out in a meadow someplace.

Her mouth was not large either, but her lips were full and sensuous.

Harvey thought that Sheree's mouth, somewhat, as if it were in the shape of a heart. Her lips were puffy with passion.

Sheree had what is called a pouting mouth. There were many men, including Harvey, who could not look at Sheree without wondering what is was like to kiss her – without wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around the head of his cock. Well, Harvey did not have to wonder anymore.

Sheree tended to hold her lips parted and slightly puckered at all times. It had been said that Sheree was walking through life looking as if she needed desperately to be kissed. There was a hell of a lot of truth in that.

Sheree had a sexy habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them.

Men went nuts when she did that with her tongue. Folks could tell that it was a habit because she did it at times even when her lips were already wet.

Her cheeks were silky smooth. Her ears were small and clung closely to the sides of her pretty head. Harvey thought that Sheree's ears were shaped like sea shells.

Sheree's neck was long and slender. Her tits, though not outrageously large, were firm and supple and rested high on her chest. Sheree's tits did not sag, not even a fraction of an inch, in spite of the fact that she had never worn a bra in her entire life.

Harvey found that Sheree's tits fit into the palm of his hand perfectly.

Her tits were round and full with her youth. Harvey loved squeezing them, even when Sheree still had her blouse on.

Sheree's nipples were very large, considering the size of her tits. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars – such as those used in Atlantic City for gambling purposes.

"Take off your blouse, Sheree. I want to suck your tits," Harvey said.

"Ummmmm, my tits are on fire with desire," Sheree said.

"You make me feel guilty – a little," the young man said.

"Why?"

"Because I can tell I am getting you horny, and there isn't anything I can do to get you off," he said.

"Do you have a towel or something in the car, even a rag?"

"Yeah."

"You could diddle me, sweetheart. Make me come with your finger. You will just have to wipe the blood off of your finger when you are through," she said.

"Okay! I have an open mind about these things," Harvey said.

"Dynamite!"

It was obvious that Sheree Messmer was tickled pink.

She removed her mouth.

Her nipples were erect. Yearning to be sucked!

Harvey could see that Sheree's tits were perfectly shaped. They were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops. They were shaped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was sitting up or standing up straight.

Standing and sitting straight had never been a problem for Sheree. She was the sort of young woman who never slouched.

It had been said that Sheree was walking through life looking as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head.

Once her blouse was off Sheree stretched out on her back across the backseat of the LTD. Now that she knew she was going to be diddled to orgasm by her new boyfriend, she could feel the ache of desire in her cunt growing a mile a minute. She no longer had to suppress her horniness out of fear that her desires would go unappeased.

Sheree's tits were so firm that they did not flatten at all, in spite of the fact that she was on her back and the force of gravity was directly against them.

Her belly was flat. Her loins were femininely sloped.

She had a remarkably slender waist. As a matter of fact, the little brunette's waist measured a mere twenty-two inches.

Her hips were preciously round. Her legs, though not long, were femininely shapely. Though Sheree was wearing jeans on this particular night, Harvey had seen her many times in short skirts and knew just how fine her legs were. The young man knew that her thighs were perfectly tapered from her round hips to her unscarred knees.

Sheree was always amazed at how smooth and unscarred her knees were – taking into consideration the amount of roller-skating she had done on cracked sidewalks as a child. Her shins were flat. Her calves were rounded without being overly muscular. Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty and slender. Her toes were dark, chubby and cute.

All of Sheree's toes were very close to being the same length, including her two big toes.

She had the perfect legs and ankles for high heels – which just so happened to be Sheree's favorite form of footwear.

Sheree's fingernails were very long and had been carefully manicured so that they were all a common length.

Sheree's fingernails all had a common curve to their tips, and she had painted them a deep crimson color – which she correctly assumed went very well with her dark complexion.

Her toenails were small and round and, of course, she always kept them painted so that they matched her fingernails.

Sheree's tiny toes had a tendency to tightly curl under whenever she was sexually aroused. At that moment her toes looked as if they were desperately trying to grip at the balls of her feet. Harvey moved his mouth so close to Sheree's left tit that she could feel his hot moist breath breathing down upon it. Her tits were aching. Her tits felt swollen. Sheree knew that this was merely an illusion created by her sexually aroused nervous-system. Her tits were actually the same size. Only her nipples had grown larger. Harvey began to kiss and lick at the tit, from the base of the mountain, spiraling upward – kissing in ever-diminishing concentric circles, arranging his oral caresses so that each tender kiss was a little bit closer to her nipple than the one before.

"You make me feel so good, you make me feel so hot!"

The young man took his time about it, but he finally got his mouth to the place where Sheree wanted it most – oral! – to her nipple!

Harvey parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could get it. He placed the pointy tip of his pink taster directly on her nipple and wiggled it again playfully. Harvey rather lazily rolled his tongue all over her nipple, not stopping until the entire feminine erection was wet with spit. Harvey could see that her nipples were quite brown.

He couldn't look at Sheree's nipples without thinking how much they looked like Hershey Kisses, with the aluminum foil already peeled off. The little girl could feel her nipples getting harder. Harvey could feel that feminine erection getting both larger and harder against his sexually aroused taste buds. Now it was Harvey's salivary gland that was working overtime. Now it was Harvey's mouth that was watering. Now it was Harvey who had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep his spittle from dribbling and drooling over his puffy lower lip onto his chin. Harvey flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across Sheree's nipple. He started out doing this lightly and slowly – but he steadily increased the tempo and the pressure of his tongue's movements as he went along. "Ohhhhhhh, my nipple, my nipple, my nipple!" she said.

"What about your nipple, Sheree?" Harvey asked quickly.

"It is so hot!"

"Yes?"

"It is on fire."

"You know what I need?"

"What?"

"I need it sucked!"

"Okay."

Harvey wrapped his lip around her nipple and began to suck. There was nothing cute or subtle about the way he sucked. He sucked every bit as hard as he could. He sucked so hard that he stretched the nipple up and away from the rest of Sheree's tit, from the rest of Sheree's chest. He sucked so hard that the little girl's whole tit looked a good deal pointier than usual – and that was saying something because Sheree's tit was damned pointy to begin with.

He sucked so hard that the skin all around the nipple was stretched taut. He hollowed his cheeks deeply. The young man created an intense vacuum inside his oral cavity.

Harvey kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times so that he was licking and sucking at Sheree's nipple simultaneously.

"Bite it!"

Harvey got her nipple between his rows of teeth. He nipped at it lightly.

"No! No! No! No! Bit! Hard! Bite harder, Harvey!" she said.

He chomped down good.

He bit so hard that it hurt.

Sheree did not mind the pain.

It was intrinsically sexual pain.

The diminutive brunette found that her sexually aroused central nervous-system was translating her pain into pleasure before the signal was sent into the reeling gray matter of her brain.

Now it was Sheree's face that felt hot. Now it was Sheree that was turning as red as a beet. Now it was Sheree's facial features that were contorting wildly because of the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing.

Harvey began to make growling noises in the back of his throat, intrinsically animalistic noises, as he yanked at Sheree's nipple, still clutching that feminine erection tightly between his upper and lower teeth.

There was a frightening moment or two when Sheree thought that her new boyfriend might have lost control. Yes, there was a frightening moment when Sheree thought Harvey was going to yank her nipple right off the tip of her tit.

But – as it turned out – Sheree had nothing to worry about.

As it turned out, Harvey knew precisely what he was doing. He released his grip on the nipple before any damage was done.

Sheree opened her eyes and looked at the nipple that had just popped out of Harvey's mouth. She was shocked by what she saw.

Sheree could see that the nipple had grown, by far, larger than she had ever seen it before. Sheree could see that her feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her tit. Harvey immediately began to repeat the process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gingerly licking and kissing to harsh sucking and biting. He did not stop until both of Sheree's nipples were once again the same size.

Harvey pulled his mouth away from the second nipple and began to massage Sheree's tits with his hands.

He opened his fingers.

He stretched his palms.

He placed his hands over her tits so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his palms. He curled his fingers at the knuckles so that the tips of his fingers were puckering her tit flesh a little bit. He then began to move both of her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. He pushed her tits upward toward her neck. He pulled her tits downward toward the base of her slightly protruding rib-cage. He pulled her tits apart so that the skin in between them was stretched taut. He pushed her tits together so that they were flattened on their inside and the cleavage between them was extraordinarily long and deep.

He lifted his palms from her tits and got each of Sheree's super-erect nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.

He pinched.

Pulled.

Tweaked.

She moaned.

Groaned.

Gurgled.

Harvey moved his mouth to the side of her neck and began to kiss and lick and bite up and down, concentrating his oral attention predominantly on her jugular vein.

Yes, his teeth gave her little love bites up and down the side of her neck, but he did not allow his teeth to linger in one place to leave any lasting marks.

He thought it was a secret that he and Sheree were up on Sex Hill.

Harvey thought that giving Sheree a hickey on the side of her neck would be a move that was prohibitively indiscreet.

He parted his lips.

Stuck out his tongue.

He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth lightly and quickly across Sheree's dangling earlobe.

He used the tip of his bold and curious taster to explore the outer portions of Sheree's shell-like ear.

Then he stiffened his tongue and rammed it right up into her ear, exploring deeper and deeper into her inner ear canal – getting closer and closer to her ear drum.

Sheree shivered violently, as if she were trying to shiver her way right out of her skin. Sheree could feel the entire surface area of her diminutive body being covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. She could feel the little dark brown hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.

"Harvey?"

"Yes?"

"Open my jeans."

"Okay."

"You got the rag handy?"

"It's right here on the floor."

"Unzip me."

"Right."

"Stick your hand inside my pants."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Into my panties."

"Right."

"Under my sanitary napkin, ummmmmmmm, that's so good!"

"You feel like you have no hair down here on your crotch."

"I don't have. Not much anyway."

"You shave?"

"Nope. Never grew any."

"It must look precious."

"Be a good boy and I'll show it to you someday."

This had always been a very sensitive point with Sheree, and she was pleased with herself because she could now joke about it.

Sheree had known for a long time that most girls had inverted triangles of hair covering their mounds above their pussy slashes.

Sheree knew that most girls had thick hair growing along the sides of their vulvas – sometimes even spreading out onto the insides of their thighs so that they had to shave extra in order to wear bikinis in the summertime. Sheree knew that most girls had hair growing in the cleavage between their ass cheeks, especially around that tight pink assholes, but Sheree had none of this. She merely had two dark brown curls of hair at the base of her mound growing above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin. The hair covered less than a third of her mound. She had no hair at all growing along her outer cunt lips, and she was equally bald in between the cheeks of her ass.

Harvey pushed his finger down to the top of her pussy slash.

"Yeah, touch the little fleshy part at the top," she said.

He pushed her clitoral foreskin back and forth across her clit.

"Oooooh, I can feel my horniness growing and growing."

He dug his finger under the hood and touched the clit.

"Ohhhhhhh! That's it. That's the ticket, Harvey!" she said.

He began to roll her love button in slow sensuous circles.

"You are going to make me come, so fucking hard," she said.

He began to diddle back and forth across her little man in the boat.

"I can feel the explosions starting. I can feel myself starting to COME!"

Harvey could tell that his finger was getting bloody.

"Coming! Coming! Coming!" Sheree wailed at the top of her lungs.