Blackberries

"Jesus will forgive you, child. All you gotta do is ask. And me? I already got a red velvet chair down there waitin' on me. Lucifer made it special...'cause I been sooo goood at doin' his work up here."

He traced a big, fresh berry down her belly, then lower, nestling it right against her most tender spot. As he massaged it into her, Avis felt a soft, urgent ache. She recognized it at once. It simmered deep inside, and she felt herself come up to a crest as he leaned in and started sucking her clean again. She let out a quiet sound and Benjamin's sweet face drifted before her. Avis knew she couldn't let this God-awful man make her come. If she did, she might as well just throw in the towel and call herself a cheating wife.

"No...don't." She smacked Billy's hands away when they wandered up over her belly and searched for her breasts, and suddenly, his face changed. He turned serious and he brought his eyes close against hers. She smelled sweat and liquor seeping out of his pours. He had the blackest eyes, so dark that she struggled to see the pupils, and they were a strange contrast to his amber hair. Before she could react, Billy snaked one big hand around her delicate throat and gave it a little squeeze. It sent a bright flash of fear through her and he whispered near her ear.

"Don't you ever tell me no again, little birdie. You hear? Or they'll be lookin' for you back at the nest...waitin' on you to fly home. 'Cept we both know...you'll have a broken wing. You hear ol' Billy?"

"I hear..." She let out a tiny chirp as he squeezed again, harder than the first time. "I hear!"

"That's good. You a good little birdie. I can tell. I'm gonna make you sing, little birdie." His breath was hot against her mouth and it smelled faintly of sweet, ripe blackberries.

Avis held to the thin edges of the little wheelbarrow. She squeezed hard as he dipped his head down between her legs and traced a slow path with his tongue. He started at her tiny pucker and licked right up to her sweet little nub. Her legs trembled as he began lapping against that tender berry. Avis's breath caught when he dug his tongue deep and flicked it hard against her; first side to side, then up and down, and finally, in a steady circle.

Avis tried not to like it, but her body was smitten. She let out a quiet sigh and looked away, listening to the sparrows and the steady hum of a tractor as it turned up soil in the distance.

"Come on, little birdie...sing for me..." Billy came up for air just long enough to breath those words and Avis said, "Oh..." when he slid two fingers deep inside of her slippery warmth. He pushed up on her insides as he sucked hard at her tender bud. It had grown firm and ripe and she felt a warm, throbbing ache as his fingers rubbed back and forth, tickling her deep inside. Benjamin had never done that to her. He'd never used his hands and his mouth at the same time, and young Avis had never felt anything quite like it. It was irresistible. Instead of kicking him square in the face while she had the chance, Avis laid back and let Billy have his way with her most private part.

She felt the slow build of orgasm as he worked his tongue and suckled her, all in one endless, rhythmic motion. The hot pull of his mouth was feral and incessant, and all the while, his fingers kept that steady pressure on her insides. She let her legs fall further apart as he moved his fingers quicker. It was a deep, fluttery touch and her mind made a little shriek of protest as she came right up to the edge. She felt a sweet tension in her belly, and soon after, the first warm shudder swept through her. It heightened as he dug his tongue against her little bud and ravaged it.

"Ohhh..." Billy pulled his mouth away and worked his fingers harder, drawing her orgasm out in long, fierce waves. "Ohhh, my God." Avis couldn't help herself. She let out a helpless little sigh as he finished her off in that rusty old wheelbarrow. Her back was damp with sweat and her hair was tangled. She felt utterly spent and a bit dazed, until he leaned in close.

"Your hubby ever make you come like that? I bet not...you know what that means, right?" Avis pulled back, disgusted at the way he took pleasure in taunting her. She slapped his hand away as he stroked a mess of damp hair out of her flushed face. "It means that pretty pussy's got my name on it now. Property of Billy Winslow. She belongs to me...forever and ever, little birdy." He whispered it near her ear, his voice low and wicked. "I knew you'd sing for me."

"Get away from me...you swine!" She tried pulling herself up again, her chest rising and falling like she'd run a mile, and more than fear, Avis felt anger. It ran hot and savage through her veins.

"Where you goin' so quick? You got your fill and now you wanna skedaddle? Don't you make me feel cheap now, Miss Avis. I ain't that kinda man."

Billy reached down and grabbed Avis's arms, pulling her up until she stood on wobbly legs. A moment later, he tossed her up over his shoulder and gave her bare behind a hard smack as he carried her to the back of the garage. Avis made two little fists and gave his shoulders a few good wallops, but it was like pummeling a brick wall.

"Let me down!" She said it through her teeth and writhed like a little trout on a hook as Billy slid her body down his thick chest and tossed her in the hard bed of his pickup. Her bare bottom hit solid metal and she couldn't help but let out a yelp. "Owww!"

"Well, maybe if you stopped wigglin', you wouldn't get yourself hurt." He reached down and pulled the laces on his worn boots before he shimmied out of them.

Billy tucked his thumbs under his black suspenders, pulling them up and over his shoulders, letting them fall around his narrow hips. He used one hand to pull open the buttons on his trousers, and she watched him reach in. Avis actually sucked in a breath when he pulled out his long, heavy cock for her. The tip of it was thick and meaty, round and swollen red. She saw a bevy of taut veins running up and down his ample shaft, like tiny blue rivers. With one big hand, he grabbed hold and started working himself up and down, tugging hard as he looked Avis dead in the eyes. She just lay there watching, her eyes wide with a strange fascination. She couldn't bring herself to look away, though she knew she should.

"You and that sweet little pussy...you got me all swollen up good. Come get a taste, Miss Avis. I know you want a lick. I can tell it in your eyes. Come here and give my big pecker a lick..."

"Nuh-uh...never...never, ever." Avis shook her head from side-to-side stubbornly, pulling her dress down over her scratched-up legs. She had a small, bloody scrape on one knee and her bare feet were filthy dirty.

"Nuh-uh?! Come on, now...that ain't fair. Ol' Billy just made you come somethin' fierce...and now nothin' in return? That ain't very Christian-like. What happened to generosity? And helpin' the needy? I'm mighty needy right now, church girl." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, scolding her.

"You didn't make me...I faked!" Avis spat her words at him like a tiny, fire-breathing dragon. In the predicament she found herself in, she'd decided it was more than fine to lie.

"I don't think so. A real man knows. The way you was drippin' with honey?" He licked at his lips hungrily. "And them sweet little sounds you made? 'Oh...ohhh God.'" Billy mimicked her, feigning a high-pitched, girlish voice all full of pleasure. He gave her a big, nasty grin. "No...you wasn't fakin'. You might be able to fool your green, bible-thumpin' hubby...but you can't fool me...and now it's time for you to pay up. Get over here and suck me good, Miss Avis."

"I ain't gonna...no way!"

"No way? How 'bout this...you give me a good suckin' and I'll give you a good fuckin'? Sound like a deal?" Billy stepped out of the grey puddle of trousers around his ankles, biting back a little smile.

"Why you doin' this to me?" Avis just couldn't believe it. She heard Benjamin's sweet, shy voice in her head then. 'I'd never wanna hurt you, Avis.' To think, she'd told him not to handle her with kid gloves. No wonder the Lord was punishing her.

"Why?...Why?... Because I can, that's why. And because you want it...more than you ever have..." Billy leaned forward and planted both hands on the bed of his truck, looking her square in the eyes.

Avis's gaze followed the smooth lines of Billy's ropy arms. She knew then that he really was a devil in the flesh.

"Come here." He beckoned her with one finger slowly. "Don't you make me crawl in there and get ya."

Before Avis could pull away, Billy took hold of her foot. She felt warm, ruddy steel on the backs of her legs as he slid her closer. She kicked at him stubbornly, but he caught hold of her smooth legs and held them still.

"Go on now...give it a good lick...right here." Billy dropped her legs and circled his hand around the thick, swollen head of his cock, like he was polishing it up for her.

"Do it...lick it, Miss Avis. Mmmm...mmmm. Go on." It seemed that he was dead set on tormenting her, and Avis gave him a nasty, narrow-eyed scowl. "Go on..."

Avis swallowed hard and opened her small, pink mouth. It wasn't anything she hadn't done to Benjamin, but Billy made it seem like the filthiest of deeds.

Finally, she took that smooth, ample tip into her mouth and sucked it gently, popping it out with a little smack in the quiet.

"Yeah...that's it. Use that tongue, now. I wanna see that little tongue all over me."

Avis reached up and grabbed hold of his long shaft, tracing her tongue under, then around his thick tip. She dared to look up at him and he whispered to her. "Take me in, now. Go on."

She did as she was told, sliding him into her warm mouth. She drew her lips tight around his shaft and slowly pulled down until she was back at his salty tip. Avis slathered him up with warm spittle and started a soft tug with her hand, feeling how heavy and swollen he was. She felt him shudder when she pulled harder.

"You sure are good at that, Miss Avis. You sure you don't like suckin' cock?" Billy pushed his way back into her mouth and Avis took him in further than before, sucking at him deep until she almost lost her breath. She had to come up for air, and that nagging shame welled up in her chest again.

After a while, Billy thrust hard against the back of her throat and Avis couldn't help but let out a little gagging sound. She shoved him away by his hard belly and he started laughing out loud.

"You're doin' that on purpose! You're tryin' to choke me!" Avis yelled at the top of her voice. She was tired of playing the mouse to his cat.

"You think?" He kept on with that despicable, taunting laughter. "You lie, Miss Avis. I think you love suckin' cock. In fact, I think you love suckin' mine most, don't you? You can tell me. Go on, tell me, Miss Avis...tell me...tell me."

"No." Avis felt the sharp sting of tears, and still, a hot, throbbing ache loitered where her legs met.

"Say it!" He said it through his teeth, squeezing hard at her face, and she drew back, writhing away from him.

"No. STOP IT!"

"Say it...come on. Tell me all 'bout it. Tell me how you love suckin' my big cock...tell me, Avis..." He was worked up good. She could see it in his black onyx eyes and the steady rise and fall of his thick chest.

Billy leaned over her in the bed of his pickup and reached for the first button on her thin summer dress.

"Don't you touch me! NO!" Avis screamed it out at the top of her lungs and smacked him hard across the face. She saw the scarlet print of her hand bloom up on his cheek, and fear welled up in her belly as he kept perfectly still above her. He looked down into her eyes with a sudden, frightening calm.

"What I tell you 'bout that word, huh? You wanna play rough with me, birdie? Let's play rough..."

Billy smacked her arms away when she tried grabbing hold of his grassy forearms, and he went straight for her buttons. In one fell swoop, they flew off in every direction, popping against the metal truck bed as he tore open the front of her dress.

"Lift up...lift them shoulders up. NOW!" He shouted at her and she jumped, doing what he told her then.

"People's gonna see me...it's shameful."

"People? What fuckin' people? You in the middle of no man's land. Ain't no one gonna see you but me. Just me..." His voice softened, and it was downright disturbing how his moods changed so quickly. "I wanna see every last inch of this soft, velvety skin." He smiled and ran his big hands along the smooth insides of her bare thighs, almost gently, but not quite. "You sure are a tall drink of water, Miss Avis...you and these long, pretty legs." He slipped his hands from her knees to her hips. "And I love this little pussy. Prettiest one I ever seen...and I seen quite a few...but you my new favorite."

He brushed his fingers across her small triangle of dark curls, petting her.

Avis lay there in just her brassiere as he rubbed at her damp little cut.

"I'm gettin' you all wet again, ain't I?"

Avis shook her head no furiously and Billy chuckled. He leaned over her and before Avis could protest, Billy slipped his tongue into her mouth. He gave her a long, wild kiss, rolling his hot tongue all over hers, and Avis let out an unexpected little chirp of pleasure. When she felt his stiff cock brush against her bare little cut, Avis thought he was going to slide it in. Her heart raced and she opened her legs just a little further, waiting for the feel of his thick heat, but it didn't come. Billy looked down where he grazed against her lightly, and he smiled.

"Feels like you plenty wet...and plenty eager."

"I am not!" Avis was burning hot, angry and ashamed and all full of an aching frustration. She felt feverish and exhausted.

"Yeah...well, liars go to Hell. You best remember that, Avis Asher. You gonna be sittin' right next to me in your own red chair if you don't start askin' for forgiveness. Now take off that brassiere for Billy. Let me see them titties. Show me."

Avis was careful not to say no, remembering the consequence. She sat up gingerly and reached around her slim back, pinching the metal clasp between her two small fingers.

"Come on...show me..." Billy was edgy and over-eager. It looked like he was about ready to jump up and down. She slipped that little blue brassiere down her arms and threw it at him violently.

"Oooooo...feisty. I like it. Now show me them titties." Billy looked down at her. Her slim arms stayed crossed against her bare breasts, until finally, she gave in and lowered them.

"Well...look at you, Miss Avis." Billy snuck his big hands under her knees and pulled her to the edge. She felt the scratch of steel and dirt on her soft, naked behind and she scowled at him.

"You got a real pretty set on you. Not too big, not too small...nice and high..." Billy didn't hesitate. He cupped both of her firm breasts in his big, stained hands and played with them. He held them and kneaded at them. He rolled her dark pink nipples between his fingers and tugged. Finally, he leaned in for a taste and sucked her tender points into his eager mouth.

"God damn, it's wicked hot. Ain't it? You burnin' up." He ran his deep palm down her damp neck roughly. "I can taste that salt on you. You sweatin' somthin' fierce. Makes me wanna lick you clean." Billy traced a wet tongue around each of her firm nipples, and then dipped down to give her soft, puffy cut one slow, deep lick. The feel of his mouth there again was suddenly welcome and Avis held still as he lapped at her for a moment longer, her hazel eyes watching the steady stroke of his tongue.

"Have mercy on me, Miss Avis, you taste so good. I ain't never had a woman so soft and pink here...and so clean." He grazed his fingers against her tender wet opening. "You got me all smitten. I wanna fuck it now, you know that...right? You gonna fight me...when I try fuckin' that pretty pink pussy?"

Avis had never embarrassed easily, but the dirty, illicit way he'd just talked about her most private part, like it was something completely separate from the rest of her, had made her face go hot.

"Ain't you curious, little birdie...what all this is gonna feel like inside you?" He grabbed his hard cock and gave it a little shake. "I know you are...I can see it in you. You sure have them curious eyes. I think you been wantin' somethin' wild...somethin' that's gonna set you free, pretty bird."

Billy pulled her right to the edge of the truck's bed and Avis's first instinct was to tense up and draw her legs together. She knew he was plenty capable of tearing her up with that big, heavy thing of his. He motioned to it then.

"I try to steer him right... but he always goes the Devil's way." Billy looked down and grabbed hold of himself. He slid his big hand down until it rested just under his meaty tip. "Since you first came walkin' up with them sweet berries..." Billy eased her slim, shapely legs apart, pushing a little when she resisted. "...he's been all perked up like a hound that's caught scent...and when he laid eyes on you here...on her...?" Billy rubbed his thick tip up and down the length of her small, silky cleft. He pressed it against her swollen nub for a moment and Avis took in a sharp breath. "Well...he just plain fell in love...even though he knew she was someone else's property."

Billy's chest rose and fell quicker as he wet his lips and nestled the head of his cock right into her slick, warm opening. Avis felt the intense heat of his intrusion, and even then, with just that small bit of Billy inside her, it felt different than it had with Benjamin. All at once, she knew what it meant to be truly and insatiably aroused.

Billy grabbed hold of Avis's legs and tilted his narrow hips into hers. His cock slipped into her an inch more, and then another, and Avis knew he was drawing it out, trying his best to make her squirm. "He said... 'but, Billy...I want that little pussy for mine. I want that sweet, hot cunt for mine.'" His voice was a quiet whisper, and small beads of sweat shown like tiny jewels in his straight, damp hair.

"You feel him Avis? You like him inside you?"

"No...I don't like him at all." Still stubborn as a mule, Avis denied him the satisfaction, though her nipples were drawn up tight and her hips tilted softly into his.

"No?" Billy gave her a pouty face, like a sad little boy, and Avis let out a long, deep sigh as he filled her up in one smooth, quick motion. Avis was left there, lying slack-jawed and throbbing at the feel of him.

"How 'bout now...you like him now, Miss Avis?" Billy gave her a deep, hard thrust, pushing right up into her throat, and Avis squeezed her eyes shut. "Yeah...I think you like him now." He smiled down at her wickedly.

"I still...don't...like him." Avis breathed the words each time he came into her, and finally, a little sigh of disbelief escaped her before she could hold it back

"Like hell you don't. I bet you never been fucked...not for real." Billy let out a quiet, guttural sound as he rode her steady. "Not like this."

He grabbed her legs and held them tight against his hips. His fingers were dug deep into her thighs, and Avis knew it would leave her bruised.

As he stood above her, dipping his big cock into her little cut, Billy pulled his torn, stained undershirt over his damp hair. Avis rose up on her elbows then, looking into his face as he gathered up a mouthful of spittle. She watched a slow, shimmering line, like a spider's web, seep from his puckered lips and fall gently on her swollen cut, right where his cock split her open. She looked down, watching as he slid his fingers around in that small puddle of slippery juice. A moment later, he rubbed those slick fingers against her tender little bud. The feel of that constant, deep touch, along with his thick heat slipping in and out, was something she'd never felt before, and unconsciously, Avis let her legs go further apart.