There was a light in the east, and she was loathe to make her escape in the nude. She couldn't risk waking him by either trying to take a sheet from the bed or some of his clothes from the dresser and now in the dark she couldn't find his dirty laundry, nor did she want to stay and look for it. The door to the living room creaked, but his snoring went right on. A table in the living room had a stained cloth on it-she remembered that-and she found it in the dark. She slowly pulled it off, and almost had it safely in her hands when something that had been on the table clattered to the floor.
She didn't wait to hear if it had awakened him. She leapt for the door, trailing the tablecloth behind her, and tasted one whiff of freedom before the big black dog attacked her.
The chain between his collar and the porch railing snapped taut and his explosive barking drove her back on her heels and into the house again, where Perry Coleman caught her from behind.
He had an erection. She could feel it against her backside, and it was almost as frightening as the dog's sudden barking. And then she could see it from the corner of her eye when he turned the lights on, and she tried to cover her front with the tablecloth.
He laughed and said, "I should have figured a company girl like you was an early riser. What'll it be first, Laura, breakfast or a shower-or would you like a little of this to start off the day?"
She sneered down at the bony flesh he held so obscenely in his hand and loftily replied, "I'd like a shower, but I wouldn't touch anything of yours to eat or drink."
"Okay, we'll take our shower first," he said, and took her by the wrist.
"What do you mean, we?"
"We'll shower together," he said with a leer. "It not only saves water, it's lots of fun."
"I'd no more take a shower with you than I'd eat your drugged food," she said, staring him straight in his evil eyes.
He became grim, frighteningly so. "You will take a shower with me, you'll eat my food-none of which is drugged-and you will not try to run away again, because if you do, I'll beat you within an inch of your life. C'mon."
She went with him. She was half sick with hunger and a hangover and too demoralized by her thwarted escape to be able to resist. And when he got that look in his eye, he was so intimidating.
In the cracked shower stall, he was jolly and playful. The water running over her didn't provide even the meager protection of the tablecloth he'd taken from her, and she was constantly flinching away from him as he tickled and poked at her and tried to draw her against his slick, wet body. His demeanor had the reverse effect on her and soon she began to cry. It disgusted him.
"Jesus Christ, can't you learn to relax and swing with it a little? Do I have to start from scratch with you every time?"
"I didn't want to take a shower with you," she blubbered, letting herself be drawn against him.
He said, "Okay, honey. Finish your shower by yourself. Then we'll have a little breakfast, maybe make a little loves and then I've got to shag down to the Happy Hour and get your car."
She readily agreed, for he'd not only offered her a respite for the moment but would also give her another chance to escape in his absence. It was wonderful to be in the shower alone, cleansing herself of his filth, although surprisingly enough, she couldn't see or feel any of it in her vagina. She stayed as long as she could, turned off the water, and stepping from the stall was paralyzed by the sight of him seated on the toilet, reading a magazine.
Was he defecating right there in the same room with her, right there on the same toilet he'd seen her sitting on? It was even more of an affront to her badly damaged modesty, but she had to go on for the towels were on the other side of him, and now he was smiling up expectantly at her. She held her breath as she came forward, naked, with all the dignity she could muster.
She'd almost succeeded in getting past him when he grabbed her by the hips and turned her to face him, leaned forward and worked his tongue into the top of her wet slit. The unexpectedness of it, the sheer grossness of it, rocked her back on her heels. She made the mistake of grasping his head to keep her balance, and he took that as encouragement and drew her closer, tongued her deeper. In spite of herself, she had a flashback to when that same tongue had produced such fantastically wonderful sensations in her vulva, and at that she tried to push him away.
He pulled back his head, but his hands were still firmly holding her quaking hips as he licked his lips and said, "That beats orange juice for starting off the day. Now turn around and bend over and let me taste what I've been lookin' at for the past year."
Bewildered when he turned her about, she was shocked when he began licking the water off her behind. She would have broken away from the warm, slimy tickling but his fingers dug more deeply into her thighs. Was there no end to his depravity? She managed to look over her shoulder and confirm what her fanny was feeling, and it made her smile a little. That was just the place for a man like him, kissing her ass. She thought of what else he'd said, about her bending over, and she smiled more cruelly.
His long fingers dug into her hips; his thumbs parted her buttocks, and he started licking her anus. She couldn't believe it! No one, not even a degenerate like him, would do that. At first she was embarrassed for the whole human race, and then she became angry at this member of the race that was defiling it all. If she could have, she'd have pooped right in his face, but the fiendishly creepy feelings back there had her sphincter very tightly closed.
He tried to open it with his tongue, and she exclaimed, "How can you do such a thing! Stop before I get sick."
"Like you gut sick of me eating your cunt last night?" he asked, and sent a stab of pleasure through her by slipping his tongue in her vagina and then licking back up to her anus again.
Laura felt very light-headed. Supporting herself with her hands on her knees, she looked back between her legs at him. He was not only licking her there, he was enjoying it. That was obvious, for, framed between her pendant breasts, she could see his penis, and it was up hard again. She was beginning to see how a person might like to have someone do this to her, but in no way could she imagine the doer enjoying it. It was a little bit like having your vagina tongued, a fact which he reminded her of by slipping his tongue down there again. But she wished he'd stop. She thought he was going to when he quit digging into her buttocks so hard with his fingers, but then he slid one hand down between her thighs and up again, and started diddling her slit.
It was wet, and not just from the shower. There really was a sexual feeling connected with what he was doing with his tongue, and it might be explained by the proximity of her anus to her vulva. Then again, it might all be due to his fingers, which she could clearly see working softly and accurately through the sodden hair of her cunt. But even his other hand, massaging the flesh that he'd been so tightly gripping, felt good. If it was true that a woman's buttocks were an erogenous zone, it should follow that her anus would be the very core of that zone. He knew that from experience, and loving her in his misguided way, he was using his knowledge in trying to please her. And if she'd been a more liberated person, she might have really liked It.
Laura tried to concentrate on only the workings of his fingers, for in that way she felt it might be possible to experience an orgasm, but she couldn't do it. His tongue, stabbing and swirling in her asshole, was too much to be ignored. God, it felt wonderful, and she reached back to part her buttocks for him, to feel more of it.
He chose that time to stop, and when he did, she almost pitched forward on her face. He held her up, straightened her, and then he turned her around and kissed her. The kiss took her breath away and made her realize how hot and panting she'd been. It made her breasts feel very good to be mashed against his chest, and it even made his penis pressing against her belly a hugely exciting thing. And then it sickened her when she remembered with stark clarity just where the tongue in her mouth had been.