She writhed and felt his cock move to her thigh. It was cold and slimy. Like a snake. She kept twisting her body and snapped, "Turn me loose, you crazy son of a bitch!"
Gabe dropped his hands to her haunches and rubbed his tool over her thigh. "Sure, puss. I'll turn you loose. Right after you drain the cum from my whang. Now stop acting like a goddamn virgin and strap some pussy on me!"
Trish wanted nothing to do with his cock. She attempted to knee him in the groin, missed. Gabe cursed and removed one hand from her haunches. He slapped her face, hard, then reached for her left breast. He cupped, squeezed, hurt, and Trish felt her nipple harden against his palm. She flinched. Then she raised her knee for the second time, right on target.
Gabe grunted, paled, then said through pain-clenched teeth, "You just earned yourself a sore butt for doing that, puss. I only intended to screw your snatch, but now I'm going to make a detour and fuck you in the ass."
Terror twisted her features, making them momentarily grotesque, and her voice sounded as though a pair of visible hands gripped her by the throat as she croaked, "No, Gabe, not there! Oh, my God, not there! I'll be good, I promise! I won't try to boss you any more! I'll do anything you say, only please don't fuck my ass! Don't, lover, don't!"
Gabe laughed and applied more pressure to the breast he gripped. Trish moaned and fought to break away from him. It was a waste of time and effort. He was too strong for her. And too determined. He backed her haunches against the picnic table, and now both hands came into play. Aspirin-sized buttons popped free of her blouse and flew in all directions, and he hooked a fat finger into the V of her half-bra, gave it a downward tug and tumbled her breasts into nakedness. Sickness threatened to erupt in her stomach as he caught her tumid nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them as though they were grapes he wished to reduce to a pulp. Agony ripped through her body, reached her brain. Senses reeled, darkness threatened to devour her; she hadn't felt like this since the night she had bailed out into the freezing cold from that damn Boeing.
"Enough," she said weakly. "Don't hurt me any more. I've had enough."
Gabe shoved one hand against her mouth, attacked her skirt with the other. The zipper broke, the skirt fell down around her ankles. Another tug and the panties were shredded from her body, and now, except for her shoes and the broken-strapped half-bra that rode on her ribcage like a misplaced sash, she was naked and vulnerable.
Gabe rubbed the knob of his drooling dong against her pouting navel and said, "Turn around, puss."
"Gabe, no!" A waste of breath.
Gabe yanked her rump away from the picnic table and whirled her around. Empty beer cans and other litter clattered to the dirt as he draped her face down over the rough planking. He palmed and stroked her hips, pried her legs apart with his right knee, and a second later the tip of his cock gouged into the cleft between her pale buttocks. She tried to escape, and she was still trying when he locked an arm around her slender waist and said, "Game time, puss!"
Trish almost cried out as the huge tip of his slimy organ made contact with her tense anal circle, but bit her lower lip in time to smother it. A moment later she did scream as Gabe vented his sadistic spleen by ramming the entire length of his sausage into her with one brutal thrust.
"Take it out!" Trish whimpered as daggers of agony sliced at her nerve tips. "In the name of mercy, take your big prick out of my ass before you kill me! It hurts! Take it out, take it out!"
"Not a chance," Gabe croaked as he proceeded to snake his whang in and out of her asshole, hurting her with every inward thrust. "You must be punished for trying to boss me around. I don't like bossy people. I don't like bossy women. I don't like you. Do you hear me, Mother, I don't like you!"
Mother? Trish momentarily forgot her pain. Christ, a shrink would have a field day with this creep who's got his dick shoved up my ass!
Gabe cut into her thoughts. "Stop acting like a corpse and start fucking, or I'll break your pretty neck."
Do as he asks, she told herself. Tranquilize the bastard with your asshole before he goes so far out into space you 'll never be able to bring him back. Dingy or not, you still need him to help find the money. Give him what he wants. It's only an assh ole. Wha t's it worth?
Trish ignored the agony in her rectum and decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. She brought her hips to life and said with forced passion, "Here we go, lover! One trip coming up! Do your thing and turn me on, too. The pain's gone, and now I want your dick!"
Lies.
All lies.
Gabe laughed and rammed his prod all the way up her burning tail, then rasped, "How about my balls? Do you want them, too?"
"Yes, yes!" Trish panted. "Give me everything you've got! Play with my tits, stick your finger in my pussy; do anything. Just don't stop fucking my ass. Not now! Now when I'm so close to creaming! Oooh, I feel as though I'm going to blow my mind!"
"Blow away, puss," Gabe grunted. "Blow my mind, too. Draw the cum out of this bone of mine and make me cream with you! Grind, puss, grind!"
Trish responded. In more ways than one. The pain was gone, and now Gabe's sawing sausage was getting good to her. No more agony and no more faking it.
She started fucking desperately.
Earnestly.
Passionately.
Sensing the approach of climax. Racing to meet it. Wanting orgasm. Needing it.
"Fuck me, Gabe, fuck me."
"I am, I will. Wriggle, puss, wriggle."
"How does this grab you."
"Faster! Rock faster!"
Trish increased the speed of her grinding hips, and a few seconds later she was rewarded for her efforts as Gabe rammed himself home for a final time, buried his cockshaft deep into her and gushed a hot and spastic load of semen into her. The fluid tripped her own trigger, and now they moaned and shuddered their way through a simultaneous climax that left them both breathless.
"Damn," Gabe said as he withdrew his withering whang from her back hole and proceeded to clean it with a handkerchief, "that was one good fuck!"
Trish straightened, turned, smiled at him and thought, Not as good as the quick fuck I'm going to throw into you after we find the money.
"For me, too, Gabe. I came like crazy." Her voice licked at him. She wanted him all the way calm. "I wouldn't mind another cum. Would you like to fuck my fanny again?"
Gabe finished cleaning his cock and crammed it back inside his pants before he answered. "I've had it for tonight." He lifted a hand to his scratched cheek and smiled sourly. Then, as he always did after his anger dissolved, he said contritely. "Sorry I had to get rough with you, puss, but sometimes you do forget which side your bread is buttered on."
What's the difference? Trish thought acidly. eat both sides anyhow.
"It won't happen again," she said quietly. "I'm cured. I don't mind playing games with you, but not when you're teed off at me."
"I – " Gabe stopped talking as headlights appeared suddenly on the highway and bore down on them.
Trish saw them at the same time. She stiffened, blanched. She told herself that maybe the vehicle would shoot by. It didn't. The car slowed, came into the rest area, skidded to a stop. No, not a car. A Jeep. Joe Dooley.
She shot a hasty glance at Gabe and said, "Play it cool, lover." Secretly she wanted him to tangle with Dooley. "Think about the money."
Gabe ignored her and stepped out in front of the Jeep's headlights. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides as he growled, "I'm glad it's only you and not the county cops, Dooley. Now I won't have to hunt for your ass. I've got a bone to pick with you."