Petrified, the two of them sat there without moving for long, long moments. At last they looked at each other. His face was red, hers was whitd.
"I'll bet you can't do that again," said Amy. Then she began to laugh hysterically…
Roy proved why he was such a good investigator by rising after a few hours sleep and personally searching all the motels around the area, dragging a tired and shocked Amy with him. The sights of yesterday had subdued her.
And they found Verne and Paula. Found them asleep, naked in bed, confirming the conspiracy theory. And in the first room they found all the money…
Now Amy had to sit there and watch Roy count every bill of it. She felt she ought to go in and talk to Paula handcuffed to the bed with that handsome young man, but Roy wouldn't let her.
"We interrogate the suspects later," he told her.
When he was done he sat back: "Two hundred and eighty thousand, five hundred and fifty dollars. All in small, unmarked bills."
"While you counted, I've been sitting here thinking, Roy. My life in Meadow Falls isn't so great. An older husband. He doesn't care about sex any more. We'll never have kids. He spends all his time at that filling station. He hardly knows I exist."
"If you think-"
"You, Roy. You live in a crummy apartment and work for peanuts and get a pat on the head, boosting pretty criminals, until this case came along."
"There's a crime here."
"I don't think so. You can detect all you want, but I don't think that nice young man helped kill Richard. It was an accident, with Richard being all upset and careless the way he was. Verne's just a hitchhiker, like they say."
"The bank-"
"-is insured. They'll give the money back to the losers. Insurance rates go up for us all, but what the hell. I'll never see this much money again in my life."
"They'd hunt us down like dogs, Amy," he explained patiently.
"Wrong. Paula is dead. They'll find her smashed Mercedes. There's all kinds of parts of bodies around. Some won't ever be identified. She was one. The same for us. A totally smashed car with smears of blood. No, my fine detective friend, we're all dead. So figure that one out."
Two days later Roy and Selma Brinks checked into a motel in Omaha. Amy wasn't sure how Roy had managed to get hold of a Meadow Falls paper but he had. The story Amy's father had gotten into the paper was a good whitewash. Roy Switzer, close friend of the Thurston sisters and only incidentally an investigator, had gone with the girls to check out some property that Paula's dead husband had put into escrow which created minor problems for the estate. The deaths of Paula, Amy and Roy were a shock to the town. Most of the article extolled the virtues of the Thurston family.
"Home free," said Roy. "I knew from my investigative work that we could get away with it. You'll have to admit my plan was brilliant."
"You've got a mind like a computer," said Amy. "Let's fuck."
As they crawled naked into bed, Roy turned her on her stomach and Amy said in surprise: "What's this?"
Already his hands patted and squeezed her small, hard buttocks.
"I forgot to tell you that I like ass-fucking," said Roy.
"Fuck my ass? Like candy, you horny bastard." She tried to turn over but he laughed as he held her as she was. He dug his hands into her crack.
"You turn me on, ass-wise, Amy. Most women have soft, gelatine rears. Not you. You've got two sexy mounds, hard as bricks. I can't wait to get my prick in your tail to see how they feel."
Her crack was honey-warm now with her cunt juice. She felt the blunt cock head press cruelly at her opening. "Ahhh, God!"
She wanted to scream. Instead she bit down on her teeth and felt the powerful violation of her hole by his prick. It felt like she was torn into a million pieces.
"I'm going to faint," she called helplessly.
"Such a tight, sexy little piece," he crooned. "Uh, uh, uh." Each grunt was accompanied by thrusts of his cock stretching and opening her ass
"Aiieeeeee," she went, wishing she could faint. It was a pencil, then a poker and then a ballbat that he forced up her rear. Her wounded anus throbbed achingly as he achieved his desire. Then while she clutched her pillow and keened softly he took her full measure. It felt like his prick had cleaved her stomach and ended up somewhere in her lungs.
"Believe it or not, I can train you so you love me. So you beg for it," he told her proudly. His voice sounded distant in her half-fainting condition. She knew then she'd sinned against her family, her society and all mankind and this was her punishment. She'd fallen for a crazy asshound.
Then he rocked his big prick in her, mooning. "Those buttocks, so hard, so smooth, so sexy. Never felt-so terrific!"
It hurt less. It stopped hurting. It felt a little sexy. It felt real sexy. She began to slide her ass under him, enjoying the act she thought was perverted and naughty and therefore very exciting.
"Fuck me. Fuck me till I scream," she said softly, rocking and rising in her sex flames.
"You're fucked, baby. You're fucked," he gasped.
They hung on the edge of the abyss of pleasure. Then, grunting and slobbering into her pillow she came with a gusto, a hearty fullsome tiggering of her cunt and asshole, as she gave up her anal maidenhead, wallowing in the luscious spasms of her total sex equipment.
"Oh, babeeee, you did it," she cried.
Roy held his breath, locked and spurted. He hugged her tight and laid the rich bursts of his excited semen deep, deep in her body.
"Best-everrrrr," he managed, letting the thrilling, relieving bursts seed her. This Amy was going to be one helluva hot ass-fucker when he had her trained.
He missed Paula, of course. He'd trained her up from an ass virgin and he hated to lose her to Verne. But the fact was, his future was in California with the lovely Amy, not Paula. Some day he'd visit Paula and Verne in New England and get more shots at Paula's ass. That would be the way to handle it.
At that precise moment, more than a thousand miles away, Verne's cock shot off in Paula's ass in a New England motel. They'd reached their destination and it was going to be great, buying the art gallery with the hundred thousand Roy had given them. He thought it unfair that the sister and Roy got the biggest share, but on the whole he wasn't going to complain.
Paula felt great. She felt grateful to Roy for having taught her this new form of sex, that she liked more and more. She was also glad she could enjoy it with Verne and his smaller prick. Roy was a little much for her. She also wondered how her dear sister bore up under Roy's determined ass-reaming…
Back in Omaha, Amy felt the big prick in her ass begin to move again.
"I think we go for seconds, Amy," said Roy. "I ain't had much ass lately."
"I always knew there was no Santa Claus," she sighed, hugging her pillow again. "For a while I thought there was, but now I know-oh-dear God-I know there is no-eeeeeee-Santa Claus!"