Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she had to fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her guts boiled with an obscene passion. I'll have to remember this, she thought bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like. She shuddered as Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and she wished she were able to wipe it away. She hated the man.
Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast shrinking cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass. She straightened up, stiff from being held down for so long, wincing at the double pain from her overused lower parts.
"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his dripping cock back in his pants. He went over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was raising it to his lips when the door flew open. Anna was standing in the opening, one hand half-hidden behind her back.
"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.
"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually. "Why, you want some, too?"
"No, Max. You've had all the fun with me you're going to have." She let a long pregnant pause pass. "I just got a letter from my father… He told me everything." Max's face turned chalk-white, telling Anna everything she wanted to know. But still he tried to bluff it out.
"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking a menacing step towards her.
"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand. There was a gun in it.
"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step. The gun roared, deafening everyone in the room. The bottle in Max's hand shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass into the air.
"Fucking… shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut by the glass. Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former slave's face and began to back away. "Now take it easy, baby," he said nervously, "take it easy."
"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything," Anna snarled. "But you and I are going down to the police station. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you… about a little murder."
"No! You can't!" Max cried. "They'll hang me!"
"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.
"Wait!" Max pleaded. "Listen to me!" He was nearly groveling. "I'll make it worth your while. I'll give you money!"
"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing you burn, Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.
"Wait!" he said again, making one last try. He fished in his pocket with his good hand and held up a key. "You know that strong box in my room? This is the key to it, and inside there's a hundred thousand bucks in negotiable securities. It could be yours! You want to see me burn that much?"
A thoughtful look came over Anna's face. "A hundred thousand dollars?" she mused. "A person could go a long way on that."
Max tossed the key to her. "It's yours. You turn me in, you'll have to give it to the cops!"
"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said, keeping a careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.
Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between Anna and Max, their mouths hanging open.
Now Anna turned to Pam. "Get dressed," she ordered. "We're getting out of here."
"But…" Pam started to say.
"But what? You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her chin at Jack. "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along with me." Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one last look at her husband, she began to pull on her clothes.
"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover. Now I know what kind of woman you are."
"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna laughed. "But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm no lesbian, or have you forgotten the other night. Sure, I like to eat a little pussy now and then, but it's men for me, all the way. That's why I'm splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with me. We're going somewhere far away from you two creeps, where I can show her what real men are like. Where she can forget gutless sadists like you two." Jack flushed, but the gun in her hand kept him silent.
"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.
"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied. "Max's hundred thousand will buy us everything new from scratch. Just let's march out the door and get started." Then she turned to the two men. "I'm going to bequeath you two to each other," she laughed. "Max has the goods on you at work, and you can have him nailed for murder. Have fun with each other." She backed out the door after Pam.
"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give me any trouble, I'll gut-shoot you." Then they were gone, leaving the two men alone.
They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other up, searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks in deepest.
EPILOGUE
The Mediterranean. The big white yacht swung lazily at anchor in a quiet cove. Terraced slopes stretched up to a rambling villa perched on a hillside. Two men and a woman sat on the sun-drenched deck, sipping tall iced drinks. Below them, a slender form shimmered beneath the hull, picking its way through an underwater tangle of brilliantly colored sea life. Bubbles rose, popping in the warm salty air, and the slender form followed them up, breaking the surface with a glittering spray of shining water drops. It was a girl. She swam over to the boat and waited, treading water, her golden hair spreading around her sun bronzed shoulders like a shining fan.
"Someone help me up," she called. One of the men, wavy haired, with blue eyes, went over to the rail and leaning down, offered her his hand. He hoisted her aboard in one easy movement. She was naked, and stood shivering for a moment as the sea-breeze hit her wet skin, water cascading down from the pink tips of her full, outthrusting breasts.
"Pam, you look cold," the man said, his heavily accented voice thick with desire. "Let's go below, and… warm up."
"Nothing I'd like better, Giovanni," she murmured, and let him lead her down into the cabin. The other couple continued to sip their drinks, silently enjoying the warm sun, until a few minutes later the unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of passion floated up from the cabin.
"Does that give you any ideas?" the man asked the woman.
Anna Collins laughed. "I always have ideas like that, Pietro," she responded huskily, beginning to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. But she stopped a moment, amusement lighting up her face.
"What is it?" Pietro asked, his pants already off, baring his long rubbery cock.
"Nothing," she replied gaily. "Just remembering the two darling men who made all this possible… so long ago." Her brow wrinkled in thought.
"I wonder if they've killed each other yet?"