Read Fiends SSC for Free Online

shiny swirl of color.
        Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
         Nothing, nothing, nothing!
         Just THIS!
        Peggy’s breath caught. She arched against Brad, quaking inside, feeling his wild spurting throbs. ‘God!’ she cried out. ‘Oh God! Yes!’
        As she came, she watched the girl’s face.
        The face suddenly lurched away and was gone.
        
***
        
        A while later, Peggy said, ‘That was fantastic, Brad.’
        ‘Yeah.’
        ‘Problem?’
        ‘No. It was great. Really.’
        ‘You busy tonight?’ Peggy asked.
        ‘Well… yeah, I am.’
        She ran her hands through his hair. ‘Another girl?’
        He looked solemn. ‘Yeah. My… actually, my fiancee. We're… we got engaged. Just last night. I don’t know… I shouldn’t have… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here with you.’
        ‘Fucking.’
        She squeezed his buttocks with both hands. Tightening muscles inside, she squeezed his penis.
        It was still big.
        It started getting bigger.
        ‘Just once more, darling.’
        ‘No, I don’t…’
        ‘You want to. I know you do.’
        ‘It… isn’t right.’
        ‘She’ll never know.’
        

11
        
        Four hundred miles south of Mickey’s Bait shop, Willy was driving past the front of Marty’s house. A white Pontiac stood in the driveway. The garage door was open. He saw a Volkswagen inside.
        Would’ve been handy if the Pontiac was already gone. But this was fine. This was how he’d figured it. He’d figured on having to wait. In a way, he’d hoped for it.
        Gave him time to finish another piece of business.
        He turned right, then right again, and came down the back side of the block. The fourth house from the corner was directly behind Marty’s place. Only hedges and a drainage ditch stood between their back yards. Both yards had plenty of trees for cover. Willy got out, leaving his rope under the front seat. He walked to the end of the block and turned the corner.
        He came to Jefferson, Marty’s street, and crossed it.
        The house he wanted was the third one up, a small place surrounded by lavish gardens.
         That’s two things H. Dunning’s got, Willy thought. A green thumb and a big nose.
        He walked quickly toward the house, keeping his eyes on Marty’s place across the street. Bad news if she’d happen to look out and see him.
        He hurried up H. Dunning’s driveway and took a cobblestone path to the front door.
        The doorbell had a weathered note tacked below it. Willy could hardly read the faded ink, but it seemed to say, ‘Bell not working. Please knock.’
        He knocked.
        ‘Who’s there?’ called an old voice from inside.
        ‘Bill Smith. We haven’t met, but I live down the block. I was passing by, and happened to notice your beautiful azaleas.’
        The door opened.
        He knew it would.
        ‘Mr Smith?' The short, smiling woman offered her hand. ‘I’m Hedda Dunning.’
        Willy took her hand, gripped it tightly, and threw his forearm against her chest. He shoved her backward into the house and followed her, clutching her wrist. He shut the door.
        ‘Young man! What’re you…?’ She squealed when he twisted her arm. It was an old arm, bony and brown. Willy wondered if he was strong enough to break it off.
        Probably.
        Sobbing, Hedda blurted, ‘Leave me alone! Don’t hurt me!’
        He grinned and took off his sunglasses.
        The old woman’s weeping eyes narrowed. ‘I know you,’ she said. ‘You’re that William Johnson who molested…’
        ‘Good memory for an old bag. I’ve got a good memory, too. Like, I remember your testimony. You fucked me good.’
        ‘Don’t you use that language with me, you no-good snake.’ She tried