"Not at all. I've never felt anything like it," he said.
"I guess that's what happens when you get a lot of practice."
"I don't want to hear about your past. I never want to hear about your past," Harvey Henderson said.
"Okay."
"I want to pretend that this was your first blow job."
"Does it go both ways? Are we going to pretend that you have no past too?" Sheree Messmer inquired quickly.
"Definitely! I have nothing in my past that I care to think about – that I care to talk about," he said.
"I have a feeling that this is going to be tough," she said.
"Why?"
"I think your past is going to come back to haunt you."
"I know what you mean!" Harvey Henderson said with a sigh.
"It's scary."
"Let's not talk about it," Harvey Henderson said. "I can stop talking about it, Harvey, but I can't stop thinking about it. I'm scared. Of her!" she said.
Then Harvey Henderson looked down at Sheree Messmer's face, which was lit more brightly than ever in the illumination provided through the rear window of the LTD by the full moon.
He laughed.
"What's so funny?" the pretty little girl asked quickly.
His laugh was not mocking – so she did not act annoyed. Still, she wanted to share in her lover's joke.
"It's your face," Harvey Henderson said, calming himself. He was still smiling widely however – baring his teeth.
"What about my face?" Now Sheree Messmer did sound annoyed.
"It has my come all over its chin," Harvey exclaimed.
"And who's fault is that, I might ask?" Sheree Messmer said.
"I will take full responsibility," Harvey said quickly.
"You had better," Sheree Messmer said, tilting her head to one side.
Harvey Henderson leaned forward a little bit so he could get a better look at Sheree Messmer's precious kisser.
"Would you like me to wipe my face clean?" she asked.
"Nope," Harvey Henderson said, leaning closer still. He could see that the diminutive brunette had one eyebrow raised into a high arch. The other eyebrow had stayed where it was, the young man could see.
"You want it to stay on there and just get crusty?"
"Nope."
"What do you want?" Sheree Messmer inquired softly.
"I want to lick your face clean, Sheree," he said.
"Oooooooooh, you are such a kinky fellow," she said.
"Not usually. I guess you bring out the kinkiness in me."
"You like the flavor of your own jism?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"Huh?"
"I've never tasted my own come before, Sheree," he said.
"Wow, I guess I do bring out the kinkiness in you."
"Do you think I will like the flavor of the jism?"
"Are you kidding? Your come is delicious!" she said.
"Good, then I am looking forward to the experience."
Sheree Messmer straightened her back and tilted her preciously cute face upward so that Harvey Henderson could more easily get to it with her tongue.
The diminutive and passionate young woman could feel his hot breath on her chin and lips. She closed her eyes.
Harvey Henderson lapped up the coagulated man-come off of his new loves chin with an eager motion.
She sighed.
This cleansing process, naturally enough, turned into a passionate kiss.
CHAPTER FIVE
Roberta Jean pulled her fist out of Tammy's cunt for the last time. Tammy was still breathing. Good, she thought.
Roberta Jean was many things, but a murderer wasn't one of them. The blonde carefully peeled the latex glove off of her right hand and threw it in the sink.
Roberta Jean could see that there was a big bloodstain on her bedspread beneath Tammy's ass, from the blood that had dripped out of the redhead's thoroughly ravaged cunt.
Roberta Jean quickly uncoiled the copper wire from around Tammy's wrists and ankles. She grabbed Tammy by the ankles and dragged her off the bed, THUMP!
Tammy's head hit the floor hard. Shit!
Roberta Jean knew that she wasn't going to be able to do this alone. She dragged Tammy as far as the living room and managed to put on her clothes, everything except Tammy's underwear, which she tossed in the waste basket.
Then she got on the phone.
Bertha. "Hi, Bertha."
"Roberta Jean! I was just going to call you. The cops were just here."
"Why?"
"They were looking for you. I guess Joey called them after we split the bar. He must have figured we was going to kill Tammy."
"Shit."
"Tammy still there?"
"Yeah, I was calling to get you to help me get her out of here."
"What kind of shape is she in?"
"Bad."
"Fuck! Leave her. Get in your car and get over here fast. The cops just left. Take the back way so you won't cross paths."
"What are we going to do?"
"Roberta Jean, it looks like it is time for you and me to quit this town."
"I'll pick you up, but we ain't leaving town, not yet."
"What are we going to do?"
"I still, got a piece of unfinished business."
"What?"
"I got a date up on Sex Hill."
"Leave Harvey. Leave Painted Post."
"I will, I will – but first I am going to kick some ass."
"What about Sheree?"
"Her ass is going to be the first to get kicked, babe."
In the distance Roberta Jean could hear the wailing of the police siren.
"I'll be right there," Roberta Jean said.
"Hurry!"
Click.
In a flash Roberta Jean was in her car and down the road, heading away from the police. Roberta Jean was sorry that she had bothered to put Tammy's clothes on her.
The cops would have gotten a kick out of seeing her naked.
Blood still oozing from her fist-fucked poontang!
By the time Roberta Jean got to Bertha's house the tattooed woman was packed and waiting in front. She hopped in, sat shotgun and Roberta Jean laid rubber.
"Let's head west," Bertha said.
"Not yet."
"What if there are cops up on Sex Hill?" Bertha asked.
"Why would they be?"
"Tammy made her announcement about Harvey and Sheree in front of everyone at the bar," Bertha said.
"Shit, Bertha, the Painted Post cops ain't that smart."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Bertha said, but she didn't sound sure.
Roberta Jean took the straightaway on Union Street at ninety miles per hour, and barely slowed down as she made the turn onto South Road, and then onto the dirt road, South Road extension, that led up to the top of Sex Hill.
Roberta Jean was driving with one hand on the wheel.
The other hand was clenched into a tight fist at her side. Her knuckles were white. Roberta Jean was grinding her back teeth together. She slowed the car.
"I don't want the bastard to hear me coming. I want to catch that little motherfucker in the act!"
"Roberta Jean?"
"Yeah."
"What did you do to Tammy?"
"I bound her to the bed, whipped her tits with my belt and then fucked her cunt with my fist," Roberta Jean said matter-of-factly.
Bertha's stomach felt slightly sickened. There were times when the tattooed woman thought Roberta Jean was ready for the crazy house.
Why did she stay with Roberta Jean if she feared for her sanity?
That was an easy one. Bertha was a full-fledged lesbian, and thought Roberta Jean was the hottest piece of tail in all of Painted Post, Pennsylvania.
Harvey pulled Sheree up onto the seat beside him. He kissed her on the mouth. Their lips pressed together lightly at first, but that did not last for long.
Soon Harvey was pressing his mouth against Sheree's so hard that the diminutive brunette could feel her own lips being pressed back against her gums and her front teeth.