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bulldog080808 -> Jake Chapter Four (2/7/2010 6:31:00 AM)
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"Tory... Tory!"
The woman’s voice as shrill as shrill could be replacing the dream he wouldn’t remember to fade away. He opened his eyes to see the familiar ceiling of his new bedroom while his tongue tasted as if a cat had left a surprise for him. He was covered in sweat again; the bedding soaked as he tried to focus his mind to recall the nightmare his body suffered from.
The shrink told him if he could, “then maybe, together, they could find a way to stop the nightmares,” and more importantly for him, the all night sweating he went through. He hated sleeping in the spare bedroom but understood the wife’s complaint of waking up to a wet mop.
“Damn it. I can't even sleep in on my day off,” Tory muttered as he slowly pushed the covers to the bottom of the bed with his feet, revealing his naked tired old body.
"Yes!" he half yelled, half spoke as he sat up. Last night he had trouble getting to sleep, again. The case he and George had been working on for weeks had hit another dead end.
"Don't get mad at me, its George on the phone.” Cathy yelled back from the kitchen, phone receiver still in hand. “He says they found another."
“God, I loved my wife,” he thought to himself but then the idea of wrapping his fingers around her skinny neck.
"Okay. Tell him I'll call him in ten."
“He’s on the phone now, waiting.”
“Cathy! Tell him I have to take a shower; just tell him ten minutes… ok? Thank… you… very… much.”
Tory slowly spoke each word with just enough tone to make his point; he wasn’t ready to talk to his partner, not yet. After all it was his day off.
Getting to his feet was getting harder every day for him since the bullet he took in the leg four years earlier. It wasn’t even a perks bullet but some damn ricochet from a local cop. Walking slowly he rubbed his right thigh and wadded over to the bathroom. What he wanted was hot water. Hot enough to loosen the cob webs from his brain and hot enough to work out the leg muscle.
She heard Tory turn on the shower and waited for the sound of the curtain being pulled twice. “George… he’ll have to call you back,” she said into the phone. “He’s in the shower.” She waited.
“Okay, just tell him to call my cell.” She could hear his hesitation to hang up. She closed her eyes and listened to his deep breathing.
The sound of George’s voice got to her every time she heard it. Ever since that first time they secretly met, her groin always gave her away, she was getting wet and it didn’t matter what she did to stop it. The phone still pressed hard against her ear, her mind quickly flashed back four years to the first time she had ever cheated on Tory. She and George had been in the motel room of some road side inn, when after two hours of straight fucking, she got the call about Tory being in the hospital. She had never been so satisfied in her entire life then she had with George and through many lonesome nights since she had to relieve herself in ways her mother would switch her for but always with the thought of George’s huge dick pounding her senseless, leaving her sore and almost lifeless.
“Okay, I will.” She hesitated hoping George might tease her as he always did.
“One of these days I’m going to finish what we started, Candy.” He called her Candy because he said, “you taste as sweet,” but only when they were alone or on the phone.
It was all she heard him say before the phone clicked off. But, it was enough as she stood there holding the receiver against her head; squeezing her legs together tight, pinching her clit. She waited until the tingling ease enough to put the phone back on the wall mount. She was in a slight daze as she walked over to the stove to finish the breakfast she had started; knowing with a smile that she was going to have to change her panties.
The minute Tory would leave her alone she would rush to finish what George’s voice always started within her groin. Even as she stood over her husband’s breakfast she could see the huge dildo in the bottom of her dresser. It was wrapped in the very same panties she had worn that night. George had pulled them off in haste to get to her, tearing them with ease within his strong hands. She could still remember the pleasure of the pain as the tattled cloth was pulled through her pussy lips. The way he man handled her, throwing her onto the bed and then pinning her arms over her head. How his thick leg pushed her legs apart so easily.
His mouth smothered her as his manhood pushed against her wet pussy. Never before had she been so spread open as the head of his dick tried to force its way into her tightness. His mouth rough on hers, his tongue filling her mouth just as his dick was filling her pussy. Even as she first recoiled from the initial pain of the rude intruder, its probing length was deeper in her then anyone had ever gone. She was being stuffed by him; a feeling of fulfillment embraced her. She was helpless under his weight, forced to survive the pounding he was giving her. It hadn’t taken long before the initial pain started turning over to pleasure; the roughness of his hands squeezing her breast hard only re-magnified the painful pleasure with every trust of his hips against hers.
It hadn’t taken long for either of them to cum the first time, her body shaking with a hard orgasm as she felt his hot cum explode inside her, filling her full of his juices which leaked from her for days afterwards.
That had been four years ago and she remembered it like it had only been a day ago. Two years later she had driven fifty miles to the next town and bought the biggest one they had. She remembered being embarrassed just to be there even with sunglasses on a rainy day, but when the female clerk at the adult store had said to her, “you go girl,” she had felt the redness fill her face as she collected her change and hurried to her car. She had taken it out of its plastic case and slowly massaged the toy within her hands. Only after opening her eyes and seeing an old man watch her display with the toy did she cover it with a towel from the back seat and hurried home.
Tory didn’t even notice that his eggs were over cooked, the toast was darker then normal or that Cathy even help him put on his jacket. No, his mind was on the phone call he had with George. They had discovered another. And the word from the medical examiner was, he believed she had been tortured for weeks before being left to die by exposure and wild animals feasting on her. But that she had been found by a hunter, just like the others. Yes, this one was one of theirs. The killer had left his or her calling card.
“Damn,” he thought, “was he ever going to catch this prick.”
The news had picked up the story but hadn’t linked the ten girls, now eleven together yet. But, they would. Sooner or later, someone would tell them. That’s just the way it was.
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