A Wicked Summer for Carnal Girls Ch. 04

The boy touched himself between his legs, motioning toward the mattress. He was going to humiliate her the same way she'd humiliated him.

Veronica got on all fours, her face to the wall.

The boy took a knee behind her. He squeezed the tube into his hand and smeared it between her ass cheeks. She inhaled sharply, raising her shoulders.

"You'll be grateful for this," the boy said. He put one of his hands on the small of her back, and used the other to massage the grease into her bottom. Veronica looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. She whispered something to him, an imploring look on her face.

The boy snorted, but said nothing.

He massaged her ass with his greasy thumb. He grinned to himself as he worked.

Veronica bit her lip. His effort was clearly having an effect on her libido, but she was pushing herself to reach out to him. Her eyebrows were turned up in a hopeful expression.

He looked up from his task. "This is going to hurt," he said flatly.

Veronica dropped her head, letting her hair hang in her face. He didn't want a connection with her or to offer her a kindness. He only wanted to use her ass.

He applied more grease. Her shoulders rose and fell with measured breathing.

The backs of her thighs grew shiny and slick with lubricant. Taking both her ass cheeks in his hands, he used his thumbs to penetrate her asshole. Veronica dug her fingers into the mattress, but made no sound.

"When it hurts," the boy said, "you should yell. Make a noise."

Veronica said nothing but tilted her head toward him, a skeptical look on her face.

"Feels better if you yell," he said.

He slapped her sticky ass with his open palm and stood.

He considered his handiwork for a moment, then asked her to turn and face toward the other room. He didn't say it, but his intention was obvious. He wanted the others to see her face as he dogged her bottom. Veronica remained on all fours, keeping her head down until she was in the new position. And then she looked up. For the first time since Cutter had pissed in her mouth, she locked eyes with Joe. Her eyes were flat and resigned, beyond fear. He couldn't bring himself to look away. Pursing his lower lip, Joe popped his chin. He kept his gestures tiny, hardly noticeable, but she saw and smiled gamely for him. He was her one human connection in the room.

The boy dropped his pants and oiled his brown cock, making wet squeaky noises. A clock began to chime. Cutter and Donnell stopped talking. The clock finished its toll, leaving only the sound of small wet noises coming from the boy.

At exactly that moment, a key slid into the front door lock, making that distinctive metallic ripping noise of serrated brass against tumblers. The boy held his cock. Veronica's eyes grew wide with alarm.

An eerie silence fell upon the room like a curse, everyone staring at the front door.

Suddenly two deadbolts rotated into the jamb and the door swung open. A young woman entered the house, followed close behind by a heavy set black woman. Joe stifled a laugh. Not that it was funny, but it all just seemed so bizarre. The black woman was Miss Rose. Her meaty thighs were covered in leopard skin tights, her arms filled with grocery bags. She headed straight to the kitchen. The girl looked familiar but it took a minute to place her. Gloria Dean, Donnell's girlfriend.

Joe hadn't seen her since she'd babysat for him at the start of summer. She looked the same but somehow different. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what had changed.

Veronica looked beside herself with humiliation. She tried to rise, but the boy was on her, grabbing her tight around the waist. It was one thing to perform like a whore in a room filled with men, but something else to behave that way in front of women. Miss Rose was nearly twice Veronica's age with nowhere near the money and affluence of her father. Gloria was closer in age, but her stature in the small town social circles paled in comparison to where Veronica stood.

The boy's hand was on Veronica's throat and he whispered into her ear. He planted his feet on either side of her knees and mounted her from behind. He rode her like a dog for everyone to see. She emitted a low anguished wail.

The boy raised his head with a satisfied grin.

"What you got going on in there," Miss Rose asked Donnell, peering back into the room from the kitchen. Donnell grinned sheepishly. "We almost done," he said. "Business."

The boy swung his hips like a piston. Soon Veronica's anguished pleas turned to a lusty high pitched moans. Beaming with delight, the boy reached between her legs, making her breathing change to rapid fire staccato breaths.

Gloria approached Donnell tentatively. She toyed with a small bit of jewelry in her navel. Joe tried to recall if she'd had that piercing earlier this summer.

"Is that the Smith girl?" Miss Rose asked, lowering her voice to a whisper. She shook her head and chuckled. "Wasn't she this year's homecoming queen?"

Miss Rose grinned at Joe. She greeted him warmly and asked after Molly and the kids. Joe responded politely, the way small town folks do.

Veronica moaned, a low trilling sound, followed by a series of gasps.

"Who's this?" Miss Rose said, indicating the small pile of drugs Veronica had left on the table.

Donnell nodded to the other room. "Hers."

Loud sloppy noises came from the other room.

Miss Rose helped herself to some of Veronica's drugs.

"Oh, Miss Rose," Gloria laughed.

"She's using my mattress," Miss Rose said, smiling slyly.

Veronica mewled, which turned into a high pitched squeal, and then wavered off.

Miss Rose shook her head, laughed to herself, and went back into the kitchen.

"She's working for you?" Gloria asked Donnell. She kept her voice even, her hands on her hips. More than anything else, she sounded curious.

"You gave her the drugs?" she asked. "And this is what you wanted her to do for you?" She looked into the other room. Veronica's head was on the thin mattress, turned to the front door. Her ass high in the air.

"This is her job tonight?" Gloria asked. "With . . . all of you?"

Donnell smiled, but said nothing.

Gloria glanced around the room at all the men's faces. The Puerto Rican boy ate from a bowl of cereal, idly watching his friend on the mattress. Cutter cleaned up his work area. Joe decided that the ring in her bellybutton was new, and enjoyed the way it glittered in her tummy.

Gloria sidled against Donnell, pressing her small body into his, her jeans slung low on her slim hips. Whispering something to Donnell, Gloria put her arms around his waist, letting one hand drop to the front of his pants.

"We still working," Donnell said, arching his neck away from her.

Gloria stepped back, her fingers lingering on Donnell's belt.

"Go help Miss Rose," Donnell said. "We'll be done soon."

Gloria dropped her hands. She forced a grin, making it seem as if she had suddenly decided to go help Miss Rose herself. Looking at Joe as if she just noticed him, Gloria hugged her arms around her small frame. "Hey, Mr. Murphy," she said, her voice cheerful, if a little obligatory. "Haven't seen you at Saint Barnaby's much."

Joe tugged the strap of his shoulder bag and smiled. "Working too much Sweetie," he said.

Gloria grinned, her eyes bright and playful. "If you and Molly ever need a sitter," Gloria said, cutting her eyes briefly toward Donnell, "I have some availability this summer."

She bit her lip.

Joe nodded, enjoying her smile. An image of her in the front seat of his Volvo flashed through his mind. He'd had to go to the carwash that night to get rid of the powerful musky scent she left in his car. "I'll keep that in mind," he said.

Donnell's face was unreadable.

Making her way to the kitchen, Gloria said over her shoulder: "I can always use the extra money." Donnell looked at her sharply.

She was toying with him.

Joe turned his head. He was not ready to look at Donnell. Under no circumstances did Joe want Donnell to see what was in his eyes at this moment. If Donnell looked into Joe's eyes, he would surely see that Joe had used Gloria's soft mouth.

The boy was on his feet, greasing his cock again. He still wore his baggy T-shirt and that stupid hat. He looked ridiculous, his dick bobbing in front of him.

"You should go," Cutter said to Joe.

Cutter handed Joe a fat envelope. Joe looked to Donnell, then back to Cutter, then back to Donnell. Joe slapped the envelope into the palm of his hand. He felt its heft. He smiled. Slipping back the top flap, he peeked inside.

He thumbed through the cash. He stopped smiling.

"I'm going to wait for the girl," Joe said.

There was a pause and no one spoke.

"Make sure she gets home safe," Joe said.

Cutter reached for the backpack. Joe waited for whatever would come next. He'd made his choices tonight and there was nothing left to do but hold his ground. Not everyone was going to leave here happy. That much was clear.

Donnell shook his head and gestured to Cutter with his hand. Holding Donnell's gaze for a minute, Cutter withdrew his hand from the backpack.

"You like that girl?" Donnell asked.

Veronica moaned, a sob filled more with sting than pleasure this time. Joe didn't have to look to understand what was happening. The boy was pressing the head of his penis against her tight little asshole. He heard her speak through gritted her teeth. "Please," she hissed. "Oh, Please, please, please."

"I like her dad," Joe said. "I do business with him. He's my partner."

Donnell considered this information for a long moment.

"After he's done," Donnell said, indicating the other room. "You can take her home." Donnell glanced into the kitchen, toward where Gloria was helping Miss Rose, and that was it. He didn't say anything more.

Joe stuffed his envelope into his jacket. He was elated, but he didn't want to gloat. He thought his presence had helped Veronica escape some small bit of humiliation tonight. Maybe he had done right by Maynor after all.

Veronica sighed, then exhaled nosily. The boy knelt behind her, grinding himself into her.

"Where's my cock?" he hissed, his gold cap gleaming in his mouth.

He slapped her ass.

"Where's my cock?" he asked again, this time louder.

She tried to catch her breath. Sucking air through pursed lips, she blew it back out. She was on her elbows, down low. Her nipples barely touching the sheets.

"Up my," she said weakly. She snorted.

"It's up . . . it's up my ass."

He laughed and looked into the other room to make sure the others were watching.

"Where?" the boy demanded.

"In my ass," Veronica wailed.

She snorted and then she groaned in between breathy exhales.

"Jesus," she said.

And then in a clear, exasperated voice she added, "Your dick is in my ass."

The boy held her hips firmly and slowly withdrew his cock. She lowered her head to the mattress, letting her face take her weight to free her hands. She reached behind herself, both her hands dancing furtively around his. He held her hips firmly, then reversed his stroke and slid his cock forward again. This time she seemed to know what to expect and worked her arms back under her body, so that she could lift her head.

He stopped. Taking the tube of lubricant, he squirted it between their bodies. Her eyes were trained on a spot somewhere on the floor. Her breath came hard.

He started moving his hips again, this time with real purpose. She held the mattress with both fists, gritting her pretty white teeth. She squirmed, but couldn't contort herself into a position that would slow the slide of a well-greased cock. Her struggling only seemed to invite the boy to hold her tighter and pound her ass harder.

Soon Veronica began to squeal. To holler and squirm.

Joe stood with the other men watching her. He was hard. His erection no longer bothered him. He accepted it. He was a man. He thought of those long summer afternoons on the lake, playing the beer game. All of his friends standing around, goading Veronica to take sips from their long neck bottles of beer. It was a pleasant thought and felt nostalgic. His sticking around tonight had helped. He felt certain of it. His commission in his pocket, he would take Veronica home. He would drop her off, and then go home and wake up Molly.

Miss Rose returned to the dining room and stood with her stout arms crossed.

"That girl gonna wake all the neighbors," she said.

Gloria stood behind her.

Veronica made two distinctly different sounds. A throaty moaning howl as the boy pulled out of her and then a deeper, rolling, moan as he stuffed himself back inside.

Veronica looked up, a confused look on her face. She seemed only dimly aware of her audience. She couldn't have wanted to have been so loud, but she didn't seem to have much choice. The sounds just seemed to roll up out of her body. Sometimes the boy paused with his penis deep inside her, offering the room a silence punctuated only by her ragged breathing. And then he'd resume, and the moans would start back again, bubbling up out of her throat.

"Donnell," Miss Rose hissed.

Gloria seemed mesmerized. She went into the room with the mattress, her eyes locked on Veronica.

The boy reached between Veronica's legs. When he took his hand off her hip, Veronica crumpled forward, arching her back and wailing. The boy fell with her, grinding his hips into her bottom. He kept his hand between her legs, working her pussy.

"Come," he hissed. "Come!"

And Veronica did come.

She lay her body flat on the mattress and twisted her face with orgasm. She jerked her hips and groaned and the boy ground himself against her bottom. His full weight was on her, but that didn't seem to matter. She gritted her teeth and her body unwound like an iron spring.

Soon Veronica wore herself out. Her shoulders rose and fell with the boy laying on top of her.

Suddenly the boy leapt up from the mattress.

"Shit," he said. "Motherfucking, shit!"

He held his T-shirt high on his chest. His voice had taken on a high pitched squeal, like a wounded pig.

"Shit, motherfucker," he said. "Shiiiiiit." He drew this last word out in a pitiful wail.

Still reeling from her ordeal, Veronica looked at the boy dancing around her. She reached behind herself. A look of terror passed over her face.

Leaping from the mattress, Veronica raced into the bathroom and Gloria followed.

There were dark wet stains on the sheets. The boy knelt over the mattress, using the linen to clean his cock. He was practically in tears. Miss Rose berated the weepy lieutenant and then complained to Donnell about her sheets.

Joe grinned.

Veronica had had a little accident.

 

Chapter 4

Gloria slips inside the bathroom. She closes the door behind her, putting her ear to the door.

"Excuse me," Veronica says, perched on the toilet seat. "A little privacy please."

Gloria snaps the little lock button inside the doorknob and then turns around. "Keep this door locked," she says.

Veronica is holding a wad of toilet paper in her hand. She looks as if she is going to say something, but no words come out. She puts her head in her hands and sighs.

Gloria crosses the room and pulls back the shower curtain. She opens the faucets. Water roars into the tub. She keeps her back to Veronica, watching the water splash into the tub.

"Fuck," Veronica says. "That was fucked up."

"You made him cry," Gloria says. She grins over her shoulder.

Veronica smiles weakly.

Gloria watches the water thunder into the tub.

Veronica cleans herself. She somehow manages to hold herself with great poise, even as she twists on the seat to inspect the back of her legs. She stands and flushes, then glances at herself in the mirror over the sink.

She washes her hands.

"I didn't know it would be all of them," Veronica laughs self-consciously. "I thought it would just be me and Donnell."

An awkward silence follows.

Gloria finds a bottle of bubble bath and pours some into the tub. "You like bubbles?" she asks. Her voice is flat and hard.

Veronica looks at Gloria, then puts her hands on top of her head. "Oh fuck," Veronica says, stepping closer to the tub. Moving her hands over her mouth, her eyes go wide.

"You and Donnell?" she asks, placing her hand on Gloria's shoulder.

Gloria shakes her head.

"Fuck," Veronica whispers. "Fuck me."

Gloria raises her hands, smiling sheepishly. "It's cool," she says. "It's cool."

"Oh, honey," Veronica says. She takes Gloria by her shoulders, turning her so that both girls are facing one another. "Oh, sweetie," Veronica says. "It's not cool."

Gloria laughs, but it's not a merry sound.

The girls trade positions and Veronica steps into the tub. Gloria closes the toilet seat and sits down. She lights a cigarette.

"You fucked all those guys out there?" Gloria asks.

"Not Donnell," Veronica says.

Gloria considers this information, blowing smoke toward the door.

"I followed Donnell to Carnal," Gloria says. "I was still a virgin."

Veronica sinks into the water.

"There's a guy in the room out there," Gloria says. "Mr. Murphy?"

Veronica nods.

"Donnell thinks I fucked him," Gloria says. "Donnell can't let it go, but he won't confront the man, either. Instead, Donnell finds ways to do business with him. It's like Donnell's desperate to get the best of Mr. Murphy. It's like Mr. Murphy has this magical power to draw Donnell in, capture and hold his imagination."

Veronica sloshes higher in the tub.

Gloria says wistfully, "I wish I had that kind of power over Donnell."

"Did you?" Veronica asks.

"Did I what?"

"Fuck Mr. Murphy?" Veronica grins.

Gloria blushes.

Veronica laughs. "He's got kids."

"I didn't fuck him," Gloria says. "I babysat for him. He came home early and found me and Donnell in his garage."

"What were you guys doing in the garage?"

"I was giving Donnell head," Gloria laughs. She raises herself, lifts the toilet seat, and tosses her cigarette inside.

Veronica laughs.

"Donnell left me with Mr. Murphy that night." Gloria pauses. She sits cross-legged on the floor next to the tub. "He took me home and gave me three hundred bucks," she whispers.

"For babysitting?" Veronica draws her knees up and wraps her arms around them. She looks intrigued but confused. "That's pretty good money."

Gloria shrugs. "I gave him head."

Veronica laughs and sits back with a great splash. Gloria grins.

"Wait," Veronica says. "Joe Murphy came home and caught you giving Donnell head?"

Gloria nods.

"And then Joe takes you home, he gives you three hundred dollars, and you give him head? All in the same night?"

Gloria grins. She brings her knees up to her chest and hugs them. "Donnell left me with him," Gloria says, as if this explains everything. "It happens all the time."

"What happens?"

"Donnell and I get caught having sex and he abandons me."

Veronica looks flabbergasted. She moves closer to the edge of the tub, reaching her fingers out to Gloria. "Wait," Veronica says. "It happened again?"

Gloria blushes.

"You got caught having sex with Donnell and then he ran off."

Gloria nods.

"And then you had sex with the guy that discovered you?"

"Guys," Gloria corrects.

Veronica blinks. She laughs, holding up two fingers. Gloria grins, reaching for her cigarettes.

"Impressive," Veronica says.

Gloria lights her cigarette. Her cheeks are rosy with confession.

Veronica asks for a cigarette and Gloria helps her light it. Veronica says that Gloria should find someone new. Someone who can give her what she needs. Someone who isn't jealous or possessive. Someone who can give her all the room she needs to grow as a person.