They stood peering down into the deep hole in the ground. Sally clutched Malcolm's big hand and felt brave. She would not cry. She would not beg Bertram Havermeyer to spare her. She looked up at Malcolm, who stood bravely, his chest thrust forward, his jaw firmly set, his menacing eyes focused on the figure of Bertram Havermeyer.
Bertram stepped back, being cautious, afraid to get too close to the hulking man. He aimed his revolver at Malcolm and smiled with self-satisfaction. "Any last words?" he asked.
"Nope!" replied Malcolm. "Rot in hell, you bastard!" shouted Sally.
"Fine. Say goodnight, Malcolm," Bertram quipped as he pulled the trigger.
Bang! The sound of the gun firing tore through the sultry night air. The revolver flashed, but Malcolm stood firmly.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Bertram. He had fired straight at Malcolm's chest. He couldn't have missed at such a close distance.
Malcolm smiled. "Try again, boss!" he taunted the confused man.
Bertram squeezed the trigger again. Bang! the gun exploded. Malcolm stood firm, smiling. Sally looked totally confused.
Bertram fired three more times, pulled the trigger again and was distraught to discover that his six-cylinder revolver was empty. There were no bullets left. And Malcolm still stood there, unharmed, his arms crossed, his eyes beaming brightly.
"Didn't you know I was Superman? You can't kill me, Bertram. Not unless you have some Kryptonite with you."
Bertram stared wide-eyed, shocked. "It's crazy! I'm going insane!" he cried as he threw the gun to the pound.
"Well, then, I guess we'll have to take you to the nut house, Bertram," Malcolm said matter-of fact. "You've lost your marbles, boss." Malcolm strolled forward, and Bertram freaked. He ran on trembling legs, stumbling and tripping through the night, with Malcolm in hot pursuit. He tripped and fell, striking his head on a rock. He was knocked unconscious.
Mindy came running to the scene. She was shocked to see Malcolm and Sally standing over Bertram's body. "W-what's going on?" she stammered. "I heard shots. I thought you guys had killed this little bitch!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at Sally.
"The boss is a bad shot," said Malcolm with a wide grin. He reached out and gripped Mindy's wrist, pulled her forward and threw her to the ground next to Bertram.
"What's going on here?" she demanded.
"Roll over, slut!" Malcolm commanded.
"What the hell for?" she replied indignantly.
"Because Malcolm told you to do it!" chimed in Sally as she reached down and picked up the birch branches.
Mindy instantly obeyed, and trembled as she lay face-down on the ground.
Sally lifted the birch stick high in the air and brought it slashing down on Mindy's back. "You nasty little bitch!" she shouted. "I'm gonna get you back for all the shit you put me through." She flogged the helpless brunette's back, tearing the clothes off her body. The birch whip rained down on Mindy's naked ass-cheeks. Mindy wept and wailed and cried for pity, but Sally was in no mood to stop flogging the wicked bitch who had caused her so much pain and degradation. When Sally became arm weary, she threw the birch whip to the ground in disgust and sat on the ground. "Malcolm," she said breathlessly, "Let's get out of here."
"Good idea," he replied. "But, first we have to bury Bertram Havermeyer."
"He's dead?" Sally asked.
"Yep!" Malcolm replied. He lifted Bertram's body over his massive shoulders and carried him to the grave. He tossed the man's body into the deep, dark hole. "Too bad, boss," Malcolm muttered in false pity. "That was a terrible fall you took. Damned rock put you away. A terrible way to die. May the Good Lord have mercy on your poor soul. But, I'm afraid you'll never get to talk to the man in charge. I doubt if Saint Peter will let you through the gates." With that, Malcolm filled the hole with dirt, turned to Sally and said, "He's better off dead. The son of a bitch doesn't belong in the world among decent people."
Malcolm and Sally kissed and walked back to where Mindy lay on the ground. The wicked woman turned over as she heard them pass by and said, "What about me, Malcolm, honey?"
Malcolm grimaced and said, "It's a long walk back to town, but you'll make it."
Malcolm and Sally drove the Cadillac straight to Sally's beach apartment. They packed her clothes and drove to San Bernardino, rented a motel room and collapsed into bed.
"I love you," Malcolm whispered as he kissed her neck.
"Make love to me, Malcolm. Please! Fuck me!" Her voice carried a tone of urgency.
They fucked passionately. He fucked her brutally and tenderly, and Sally loved it both ways.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed as she felt his prick slicing into her hot, tight, red-thatched pussy. She writhed in ecstasy beneath his powerful body. His prick filled her tight pussy to the brim. He hammered his cock into her cunt. She came, screaming loudly as her orgasm racked her lithe young body and sent her into a netherworld of untold passion and lust. "Fuck me more!" she screamed, and Malcolm rolled her over on her stomach and fucked doggie-style. His massive hard-on rammed into her seething pussy, raking pleasure from her cunt. Her pussy was burning with lust. She came again, and this climax seemed more powerful than the last one.
"Aaaeeee!" she screamed as she wriggled her ass wantonly, dreaming of how wonderful her lover was. His giant, hard prick felt fantastic! God! What a marvelous lover! she thought.
Malcolm spread her ass-cheeks apart and slid his prick into her asshole. He pumped his cock hard and fast into her steaming asshole. She loved it. She loved being ass-fucked by Malcolm Reams. She didn't feel degraded when he ass-fucked her. It felt great. Her passion carried her away on a wave of sexual delight. His prick reamed out the linings of her asshole, and she felt another orgasm welling up in her well-fucked cunt. Her pussy leaked cunt-juice and her clit spasmed as he butt-fucked her tight asshole. Her cheeks glowed with satisfaction and she bucked and jerked her ass upward to meet his powerful cock-thrusts into her tight pussy. Soon, she had the fucking timed perfectly. When he thrust his rock-hard prick deep into her asshole, she jerked her ass backward at the exact same time. The result was a wondrous sensation that shot through her nubile young body and filled her brain with a rush of passion. "More!" she begged in a throaty voice. "Don't stop, Malcolm! Ass-fuck me hard and fast! Give it to me good!"
"Unnhhhhh!" Malcolm grunted as he reared back and slammed forward, impaling her tight asshole on his mammoth, stiff prick. "I… I can't hold it much longer I," he stammered breathlessly. "I'm gonna come any second!"
"Go ahead, Malcolm!" she shouted. "Fill my asshole with your jism. I want it all!"
"Aaahhh!" Malcolm moaned as his prick let loose with a flood of cum. His jism spurted out of his cock-slit and flooded her asshole to overflowing.
A moment later, Sally came. "Aaaeeee!" she shrieked as yet another all-consuming orgasm racked her beautiful, nude body. "I love it! I love it! It feels great, fantastic!" she panted as she bucked and writhed, sighed and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the hot ass-fucking that Malcolm had so expertly meted out. It was perverse to be fucked in the asshole, she thought. It was wicked, evil and wanton to allow a man fuck her asshole. But she didn't give a damn. She was beyond reason. Malcolm Reams was her lover, and she loved everything that he did to her. She would even let him beat her if it made him happy. She would do anything, anything to please her man. She was so proud to be with Malcolm Reams. He was a strange sort of man, but he sure knew how to fuck her tight pussy and asshole. And he was such a stud! she thought. He knew exactly how to turn her on, get her pussy-juices flowing and tease her, then fuck her to a great orgasm. She once hated the huge man, hated him with a passion. She had feared him and thought that he was a perverted, wicked, nasty man. Perhaps he was, she thought. Perhaps he had changed since he had met and fucked her.