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The Sickle

By: DG Hear



This is my Halloween story. There is quite a bit of gore in it and this is a warning. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for all their editing advice. They are the greatest. I guess I need votes to qualify for the contest. Hope you enjoy this submission. DG Hear

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I'm Tammy and, about two years ago, Rita, one of my co-workers at the bank and also a close friend, and I attended a Halloween party in an old West Virginia mansion. We lived in Ohio at the time about sixty miles away. One of our customers invited us to his shindig. He says that Halloween is his favorite holiday and throws a party very year.

Rita and I talked it over and decided to go. She dressed as Peter Pan and I was dressed up as Tinker Bell. I had the coolest costume and everyone said I looked just like Tinker Bell except for my red hair.

The party was going pretty strong when I decided I needed a cigarette. I went into the back room where they had stored our coats, purses or whatever we brought with us. I opened the door and kind of screamed out. What I saw was a man dressed like a horrible ghoul creature. He looked like he came from 'Night of the Living Dead' or the movie 'Scream'; he had on a hideous mask and a black cape. The only part of him I could see was his cock as he pushed it in and out of a woman dressed up as a witch. She also had a mask on and was lying forward over all the coats as she was being thoroughly fucked by the ghoul.

They looked toward me in their masks. I apologized for being there and said that I was just going to go get my cigarettes and then leave. I found my purse and grabbed it; all the while, he was pumping his cock in her big white ass. It was all I could see of her. I quickly left by the same door I came in through and closed the door, leaving the couple to their sexual escapade.

I found Rita when I came out and told her what I had seen. She laughed and said there would probably be a lot of that going on. I was having a good time dancing with all these people in costume. I knew hardly anyone since I wasn't from that area. Brett was another friend from the office that was there also. He was quite the dancer. I got groped a little more than I cared for but didn't let it get too far. I was standing at the drinks table when I turned around and screamed. I got everyone's attention and felt like an idiot. The man in the ghoul outfit was standing there holding his fake sickle.

He quickly pulled off his mask and told everyone to go back to what they were doing. After I started breathing normally again, he smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Glen Raven. I'm sorry I startled you so. I just wanted to apologize for what you saw earlier. Sometimes these parties get a little wild."

I introduced myself and we just started talking. He was a cute hunk of a fellow. He was gorgeous if you can say that about a man. It made me wish I was the one being hammered from behind. 

"Would you like to go outside on the porch and get some air?" he asked.

I thought it would be a good idea since he was making me hot. We sat on the porch swing and I lit up a cigarette. 

"That will stunt your growth," he said jokingly.

I told him, "I used to have a lot of bad habits but smoking is the only one I haven't been able to conquer yet. Maybe someday but not today."

He asked me about myself. 

I told him as little as possible. "I recently graduated from community college and work at the bank full time. I enjoy the work even though it doesn't pay that well."

He said, "I'm a lineman for the phone company. I have a home up in the mountains but have about a six month job running new lines along the West Virginia-Ohio borders. I'm working near the town where your bank is located. And I'd like to see you again."

"I would like that," I replied, and we went back inside. 

I danced most of the rest of the evening with him. Brett cut in once in awhile. I guess he had a light crush on me. Glen really didn't try anything with me; he was pretty much the gentleman. As Rita and I got ready to leave the party, Glen kissed me goodnight. I could have melted in his arms. Rita Robin Hood was kissing a guy she had met too. We said our goodbyes and headed for home.

Rita and I talked about the men we danced with. She said her friend kept feeling her ass but since it was a party she let him get his jollies. I told her about what a good dancer Brett was; she agreed and said she like dancing with him also. "Who was the ghoul you danced with? He gave me the creeps till he took off his mask. Damn, what a hunk."

"He said his name is Glen Raven and he lives in the hills somewhere. He said he wanted to see me again."

"Do you think he'll show up?" asked Rita.

"I sure hope so! I wouldn't mind getting some of what that witch was getting." We both started laughing.

Neither of us knew who the witch was, but it was odd we never saw her the rest of the night.

Let me tell you about my life up to now. It isn't a pretty one. I was from a broken home and as a pre-teen was pretty negative. I got into a lot of trouble. My mom remarried a slob who tried to molest me till I kicked him in the balls. My idiot drugged mother had me sent to a school for unruly kids. 

I started high school and lived in and out of foster homes. I started smoking as a pre-teen and still smoked today. I'm still trying to kick the habit. I did try drugs and went to counseling. I was eventually put with a foster family that cared about me, not just the money they received for putting up with me. They really helped me. I gave up all but smoking cigarettes. My grades improved and I was able to get a small scholarship and go to community college.

I took up banking because I was pretty good with business machines and numbers. I worked at a carry-out to earn extra money while going to college. I stayed at a rooming house with six other girls, including Rita. At least it made it affordable for all of us.

I dated a few guys while in college. I no longer just slept with anyone. I decided that I wanted more then just sex with every guy. I wanted relationships and friends. I wanted to be part of a family. I wanted the dream house and a nice husband and kids.

As far as my looks go, I'm a decent looking gal. I was almost anorexic from doing the drugs. Now I'm clean and eat a lot more sensibly. I've really tried hard to shape up and stay clean. It isn't easy but I'm doing it. Rita calls me a red headed knock out. I will admit that since I gained a few pounds my clothes do look a lot nicer on me. I really liked the Tinker Bell outfit I rented. It fit so well and I felt sexy wearing it. A few of my dancing partners must have thought so too the way they kept trying to grope me.

After we graduated, Rita and I shared an apartment; of course, we now worked at the same bank. Life was finally getting better for me. I was kind of hoping that Glen might call but tried not to think about it.

On Tuesday, I was in the copy room and didn't notice someone come up behind me. He tapped me on the shoulder and I quickly jumped and gave out a slight squeal. It was Glen, standing there grinning at me.

I smiled when I saw who it was. "Would you stop sneaking up on me and scaring me half to death?" I smiled at Glen. He was even better looking dressed in his tight shirt and jeans.

"I told you I'd be by to see you. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked.

God, how could I say no? I told him where I lived and we set up a time. I did tell him only dinner and conversation and he just laughed. I didn't want him to think I was too easy.

As soon as he left, I went up to Rita to tell her the good news. She was already grinning; she saw him when he came in.

Our first date went well. We had a nice dinner and he was telling me a lot about his job. He told me that he stayed at a motel in town and went home about sixty miles away on the weekends. 

"Would you like to spend Monday through Thursday evenings with me? I'm pretty much alone here and would enjoy your company."

"Can we take it a day at a time for awhile and see how it turns out. After all we've just met and had one date?"

He agreed and, when he took me back to my apartment, he just kissed me and left. He didn't even try to go further.

On Thursday Glen called. "Would you like to go swimming?" he asked me.

"Where could we go swimming? It's nearly freezing out?"

"My motel has an indoor pool and the water is heated."

I smiled at him and of course I said yes to him.

He came by to pick me up. I didn't own a car yet. Rita and I usually rode to work together or I took a cab.

I went to his room and changed in his bathroom. I wore my green two piece suit. I put on a cotton bathrobe and went into his room. He was standing there in a tight bathing suit which didn't hide a lot. He had a sculpted shape body with six pack abs. He slipped on a robe also and we headed to the pool. There were only a few people there. We took off our robes.

"My God," said Glen. "You're so beautiful and I love the way your green bathing suit makes your red hair stand out." 

I felt a little embarrassed with his attention as we got into the pool. The water felt great.

Glen came up to me and squeezed me to him as we kissed. It was too hard to resist. He was rubbing my butt under the water; I let him. We only stayed in the pool for a short time. We both knew that we were going back up into his room and make love, have sex, do the nasty. You can call it whatever you want.

When we got back to the room, I didn't even waste time going into the bathroom. I took off my swim suit and lay upon his bed. He climbed on and started by rubbing my red hair-covered mound. It wasn't long before he was mounting me and driving his hard cock into me. I came twice that evening. When he took me home, it was quite late but Rita had waited up for me to hear all the juicy details. She then told me she got laid herself that night. Her boyfriend had just left about an hour before I got home. 

After that night, I went out with Glen every Monday and Thursday and we had our sexual encounters both evenings. Life was really starting to look bright for me. Glen was the only man that I was seeing.

After a couple of weeks, I asked Glen about his family. I had explained to him about my past and that I had no one. He told me that I had him.

He revealed a little bit more about his family. His parents had died three years before in a fire at their house. He had a sister, Doris, who was a few years older than him. He also had twin brothers who were mentally challenged. He said that was the new word for them being retarded. They were twenty-one but had minds of six year olds. He went home on weekends to make sure they were all taken care of.

I really felt sorry for him and thought what a good man he was, taking care of his family. He told me family was very important to him.

One day, Rita called me into her office. She was in charge of accounts information. All loan processing for our bank went through her. 

"Tammy, I'm updating files and came across Glen Raven. I know I could get in trouble for showing you Glen's background but I just thought you should see it."

"Is it bad? Am I going to be truly disappointed?" I asked Rita. 

"On the contrary, Glen has A+ credit. He borrowed three hundred thousand dollars around three years ago and paid the loan off in six months. A year ago, he borrowed thirty thousand dollars and paid it back in less then two months. According to his balance sheet, he owns a mountain. It doesn't list net worth but I don't think he has any money problems."

"Thanks, Rita. It makes me feel better knowing he wants me for something other than my money." We both had a good laugh from that one.

Rita said, "Don't let him know you found out any of this information from me. We could both get fired. Oh, one more thing I should tell you."

Rita hesitated. 

"Well what is it?" I asked.

"On his last loan form from last year, it had him listed as a widower. Just thought you should know."

"Wow, he never mentioned that. It might still be too painful."

"Tammy, I'll let you know if I find out anything else. I know you are pretty serious about Glen. It's beginning to show through your happiness."

Glen and I had been dating over three months now. We really seemed good together. Once in awhile, we double dated with Rita and her boyfriend. We also went out with a couple of Glen's friends and their wives or girlfriends, depending on whether or not they were married; most of the time it was just Glen and me. 

Glen came and picked me up for a date and he seemed very serious. We went out and while we were waiting for our meal, Glen asked me to marry him.

I was dumbfounded. "Glen," I said, "We have only been dating a few months and hardly know each other. Why the sudden rush?"

He told me he was due to go back home to his regular district in two weeks. He wouldn't be coming down this way very often.

"Tammy, I love you. I know we haven't known each other very long. You said you don't have any family and I will be going home to my sister and brothers. I want us to be together. I don't know what it would be like without seeing you and I don't want to find out. We're good together and I believe we belong together. Please say yes and I'll take you home with me."

"Glen, there are so many questions. I know very little about you. I have a job here at the bank and where would we live? I don't know Glen, it's so sudden."

"Look, Honey, I want you in my life. I have a home, a job; I'll take good care of you. That's not what I mean. I want us to be together and share our lives. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just ask me."

I thought about asking him about his dead wife, but if I did he might get aggravated. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong and asked me to be his wife. Why was I so skeptical? Damn me! He's the best thing that had ever happened to me and it might all end if I don't say yes.

"Glen, just tell me more about yourself and family and I'll just listen. I'm mixed up and feeling kind of crazy right now. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don't want to lose you."

"Okay, Honey. I was born and raised in West Virginia. I've always lived in Ravens-Glen. It was named after my grandpa and it was my dad's name and then mine. We all had different middle names so I'm not a 3rd. I'm just good old boy Glen Bob Raven. I have an older sister, Doris, and two brothers which I already told you about. My grandparents were killed about ten years ago. My parents were killed three years ago and ...... And I didn't tell you but I was married for a month and Amy Lou was killed in an auto accident just a year ago. If you don't mind, I would prefer not to talk about those deaths right now. It's not something I talk about to anyone but I will tell you about them later if it's all right with you."

I could see he was tearing up. God, that must have been hard for him. He continued to tell me about his life and how he played sports and was the hero a number of times. He could have gone to college on a scholarship but said he wanted to be a telephone lineman. He liked to watch the men climb poles when he was a kid and said that's what he wanted to be when he grew up. He went to a tech school and then took schooling through the company. He's been climbing poles for about four years now. He said he was twenty-six. I asked him if I was crazy enough to run off with him, what about my job and when would we get married.

"Well, Honey, the bank you work for has an office about ten miles from my house on the mountain. I figured you could transfer there. I think with a little pull there wouldn't be a problem. My family has been banking with your firm for a good number of years."

"Glen, I don't have a car."

"I'll buy you a car. Any kind you want. Just say yes."

"When, Glen? When do you want to do this getting married?"

"I figure in two weeks after I finish this job, you and I can fly to Las Vegas and get hitched. We can take our honeymoon there and then we can come back and I'll take you to your new home as my wife."

I was crying. It was like you would read in a fairytale. We would live happily ever after.

I said, "Oh, what the heck! I only live once." I leaned over the table and gave Glen a kiss and said, "Yes."

For the next week, I ran around like crazy. Everyone was congratulating me on landing Glen. I told them I didn't land him. I was surprised when he asked me but I was glad he did. I talked with my boss and when he found out I was marrying Glen Raven, he okayed my transfer. Everything was set as I kissed and hugged my friends at the bank goodbye. Rita and Brett both said they would come over some weekend to see us.

Our honeymoon was great. We ran around Las Vegas by day and made passionate love by night. The first time he took me from behind at the motel I remembered that's how I met him. Ramming the pussy of some women. Well, he was royally fucking me; I asked him who that woman was. He stopped pumping and reminded me that both of our sexual pasts would be just that, our pasts. I didn't say anything to him again about it. I just enjoyed the hard pumping he was giving me.

Our week went by too quickly. Now I was headed for parts unknown with my husband who I had only known for three months. On our flight back, we stopped in Ohio and I said hi to my friends and picked up what few possessions I owned, mostly clothes. The furniture I had bought with Rita I told her she could have.

Glen had to stop by the Ohio office and pick up his last check and a few belongings. I walked in with him and was in the waiting room. I heard a loud conversation going on in one of the offices. Being nosy, I got up and walked slowly back and I could see Glen arguing with a woman. She was frantic. She reached up to slap him and he caught her arm and squeezed it.

I heard her say, "I'll kill the damn bitch, you bastard." Then, I couldn't believe what happened. Glen backhanded the woman and knocked her to the floor.

"If I find out you bothered her in any way, I'll come back and kill you." Glen was in a mad rage.

I didn't know what to think as I hurried back to where I belonged in the waiting room. 

Glen came out and said, "Let's get out of here." 

I didn't know what to think or do. I hurried behind him and out the door we went. He seemed to calm down as we crossed the bridge into West Virginia.

I asked, "How far do we have to go now?"

He told me, "It is a good twenty miles to Parkersburg and then another good ten miles up the mountain." 

As we drove through Parkersburg he pointed to the bank I would be working at. He started up the mountain roads. He knew them like the back of his hand, twisting and turning. 

"You will have to drive a lot slower and be careful of the curves. The roads are all paved but if the speed limit says 25 M.P.H., they mean it,"Glen said.

On the way up the hill, we went through a little burg where he stopped. "I want you to meet a few people. I only live about another six miles up the road." 

This burg had a combination gas station and general store and a bar. There was also a small motel for the wayward traveler who either lost his way or was with a woman he shouldn't be with. Glen said the motel was always full.

We entered the bar and it was loaded with - what should I call them? Country hicks, back woods people. I think a cowboy hat and boots was a requirement to come in this place. The women wore halter tops and either shorts, jeans, or dresses with their tits hanging out. Everyone said hi to Glen and he introduced me. It was odd that every guy gave me a hug but not one tried to touch my boobs or butt. I think they were afraid of Glen.

The women were all hugging and kissing Glen. I knew he was getting quite a few feels. Just hearing the talk around the bar, I would bet Glen laid every one of these women. The guys were nice enough to me but I felt that something wasn't being said. I didn't know at the time but there was a lot of history on this mountain and in this burg.


The Sickle



We had a few drinks and of course Glen grabbed my ass and kissed me in front of everyone. I guess he wanted them to know I belonged to him.

We headed up the rest of the way to his - and now, of course - our home. When we got to the middle of the mountain, there were two houses. We drove through an open gate with a steel sign above it saying, "Ravens-Glen."

One of the houses looked brand new, a long ranch type with a fenced in pool and three car garage. This was a beautiful looking place. The other house sat upon a hill maybe fifty yards from the newer house. It looked like it was ripped out of the pages of the movie, "Psycho." It was an old two story but did have a newer garage built next to it.

I looked over at Glen and asked, "Which house is yours?

"Both of them. Doris and the twins live in the new house and you and I will be living in the old mansion. It was willed to me by my grandparents. You'll love it, believe me; it's full of antiques and old pictures and everything." He was smiling at me. 

I didn't want to hurt his feelings; I was not an antique lover. I bounced from house to house, foster parent to foster parent. Old pictures of people I didn't know didn't do a lot for me. I couldn't hurt Glen's feelings; it would be too cruel. Besides I now was going to be part-owner of a house of my own, even though it looked like a Halloween mansion.

As we drove up to the newer house, out came two men that could have passed for Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum, from Alice in Wonderland. They were both built like pears and had their heads shaved. There was his sister, Doris, a really hard looking country woman, wearing a dress but no bra, probably no panties either.

Glen got out and rubbed his brothers' heads and then gave his sister a hug and kiss. It didn't look too sisterly but I just noticed them when they separated. I could have sworn he grabbed her ass. God, I hope not.

He introduced me to everyone. Doris gave me a chilled hello but the twins with minds of six year olds couldn't believe my red hair. I really couldn't tell Larry and Harry apart. One of them asked if he could touch my hair. I wasn't sure what to do. I've never been around retarded adults before. Glen said to let them feel my hair. They would never hurt me.

I leaned over and they both started rubbing my head. For some strange reason I wasn't afraid of these two big guys. They were just like two big kids. I gave them both a hug and told them it was nice to meet them. They both kissed me on the cheek. Doris kind of kept her distance. She talked a lot to Glen but hardly gave me the time of day.

Our first night together was again special. The old house made all kinds of creepy noises but I wasn't afraid. I was busy making love to Glen. When I asked him about all the house noises, he said it was probably his grandparents watching us and deciding to do the same thing. I told Glen that his grandpa would be worn out by morning. We both laughed as he pumped his hard cock into my waiting moist pussy.

Our first night together was great but the house still was pretty creepy with all the old furniture and pictures of people from God knows how many years ago. I did feel safe because Glen was there.

The following day we headed off into town. We were headed to see his attorney. 

Glen said, "I want to make sure that you know I love you." He had both houses transferred into our names and had a will made out as me being the lone beneficiary. 

I told him, "You don't need to do anything like that, Honey. What about Doris and the twins?"

"There are provisions in my will to make sure they are well taken care of." 

After doing the legal stuff, he headed to the car dealer. He told me to pick out any car I wanted.

I couldn't believe it. I have never owned anything and here I was picking out a car. I went to the used car department and he told me to get a new car. The used ones were driven too hard on the mountains and he wanted me safe. I explained to him that I knew nothing about cars except I had to have an automatic. I never drove a stick shift vehicle before. He started smiling. I think the word stick shift meant something else to him.

I asked him to pick out the car for me and I would say yes or no to the color. He picked out a PT Cruiser in a red color. 

"Take the red one. It matches your beautiful flaming red hair."

"The car is awesome and I love it and I love you," I told Glen.

We went into town and had dinner while they prepped my new car. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I drove my new car very slowly up the mountain to my new home. It was a little scary driving this road for the first time. As we drove through the town with Glen following me in his truck, I honked my horn at everyone I saw. They all waved back. Life was getting better.

When we drove up to the house Larry and Harry came running out. They were like two excited little kids even though they were grown men. They asked for a ride and I told them to hop in the back and to buckle up. I asked Doris if she wanted to come along and she gave me a stern look and said, "No, thanks." I felt sorry for Glen. He was really trying to get us all together but Doris was being a bitch.

Anyway, the boys and I drove around for a half hour. They asked for ice cream but I told them they couldn't have it in the new car. I stopped at the store and went in and bought some to take home for the boys. Again they were two happy campers. 

When we got back we all went into their house. Glen and Doris were there talking. Glen must have said something to her; she was a little nicer to me. I asked the boys where the bowls were and dipped some ice cream out for everyone. The twins told Glen they liked me. I thought all it took was a ride and a little ice cream to make friends with them. Too bad Doris wasn't that easy.

Over the next couple of months, things seemed a little better. Doris would talk to me but still wasn't friendly. The twins, now, were another story. Every time I pulled up in the cruiser they asked for a ride. They would get in and buckle up and I just drove around the two houses on a driveway and the boys were happy. I would sit on the porch and listen to them talk.

It was surprising what these two boys knew. I began asking them questions but wanted to make sure I didn't make them nervous or cry. They told me their parents died and were buried at the church. I guess they, the Ravens, had their own little church. The boys asked me if I wanted to see it and of course I was interested. They held my hand as we walked up a path and I could see the little church. It probably held maybe twenty people and had a little cemetery behind it. 

"This is where mommy and daddy are buried." The boys showed me their parents' grave. They had tears in their eyes.

"Who are in the other graves?" I asked the boys.

"This is grandpa and grandma's grave here, and our doggies' graves are over there with just crosses on them," the boys replied. 

When we got back, there was a woman there. The boys told me it was Hilda, their babysitter. It seemed odd that two grown men needed a babysitter but I kept forgetting that their mental capacity was limited.

I introduced myself to Hilda and she was friendly enough. She was a woman in maybe her early fifties and built like you might think a Hilda would look like; quite overweight, wearing an apron, standing taller than the average woman. She had these big boobs but wore a bra, although it didn't help much. 

"Hi, I'm Hilda. I usually watch the boys whenever Doris goes somewhere," she said.

"How come this is the first time I've seen you here?" I asked her quizzically.

"I took some time off to be with my husband. We live near the country store and took a vacation. He's the caretaker of the store down in the burg."

"Who actually owns the store, Hilda?

She kind of laughed and said, "It is a relative of Glen's. Everything on the mountain is owned by someone in the Raven family."

Hilda did tell me she had been around in the last month but I must have been at work. She told me sometimes Doris would go down to the burg during the day and she would come up for a couple of hours. It answered a question for me. I wondered what Doris did every day. Now I knew she went out for a few hours each day. I didn't think anything of it. Everyone had a right to their own life.

I did ask Hilda if she could tell me about the accidents that befell this family and she changed the subject on me. I asked her again and she looked scared.

"Tammy, I can't talk about it. I'd get fired or maybe something even worse. I'm sorry but you have to find out from someone else."

"It's okay; I was just curious." Now I knew I had to find out. 

I was surprised we had telephone service way out here in the boonies but then I remembered that's what Glen did for a living. I called Rita and asked her to find out what she could about the history of Ravens-Glen. I was really wondering now. Rita and I discussed everything that had been happening since I got married. 

"Rita, I'm really happy here but the veil of silence surrounding the place is bothering me, although my life with Glen couldn't be better."

"It's so good to hear that. I was worried about you."

I told her about the twins and they were probably my best friends now. We both started laughing at that.

Rita said, "Tammy, I have to get back to work but my boyfriend is a reporter for the local newspaper and we'll see what we can find out and get back to you."

"I miss you too and hope you can come up to see me soon."

We said our goodbyes and I started to make dinner for Glen. I always make extra because I knew the twins would be up to eat. As I have mentioned, they always show up when either Glen or I come home. Glen lets them jump in the back of his truck and drives them around the property for a few minutes.

One day on a Saturday, I didn't have to work. I saw Doris pull out of the drive and knew she would be gone a couple of hours. I thought I'd go down and visit Hilda and the twins. The front door was locked so I went around the back and through the gate by the pool. The pool was still closed due to the cold weather. Glen told me they never opened it till around June. Anyway, I walked through the gate and called out to the boys. 

They were in the living room and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hilda was masturbating the two boys. I was shocked and wasn't sure what to do. The boys just glanced at me and smiled. I don't think they had any idea what was being done to them. Hilda had a nervous look on her face when she looked up at me. I had to say something to her but I didn't want to scare the boys. You have to understand that I'm not a prude but this did kind of shock me.

"Hilda, what are you doing? Do Doris and Glen know about this?"

About that time, the boys came. They both had on condoms. Hilda had a rag handy and wiped the boys off and sent them outside to play. They smiled at me and asked me to come play with them. My God, it was hard to keep my senses. I just told them I would see them later. I wanted to talk with Hilda for a few minutes. After they went outside, Hilda looked at me. 

"Yes, both Glen and Doris know. They told me it was part of my job when they hired me. I was very embarrassed the first couple of times but now it's not so bad."

"What else have you done with them? You don't have sex with them, do you?"

"Listen, Tammy, this is the best paying job I've ever had. I do what I'm told to do. I know they have minds of boys but, as you can see, their cocks are those of men. In answer to your question, no, I haven't fucked them or had oral sex with them. Glen says just to get them off. Believe me, I've thought about having sex with them, but Glen says, 'No.' Jacking two big cocks off like that can get to me too. If I was told to fuck them, I would. They really don't know about sex. They've seen my boobs and have asked to touch them and I let them. For them, it's just curiosity."

I didn't know what to think. They were boys but yet they were men. It didn't seem right but ....damn, I'm so confused. I told Hilda that I would see her later. When Glen got home, he saw that I was upset.

"What's the matter, Tinker?" He'd called me that every since I met him at the Halloween party. 

"I went down to see the twins today and Hilda was umm... she was umm... she was masturbating the boys. I was shocked; I didn't know what to say. She told me that you said it was all right. I felt so..." Glen cut me off.

"Tink, I know they have minds of kids but one day we found them playing with themselves. I wasn't sure what to do so I talked with them. After that, we decided that the sitter could do that for them. They aren't allowed to have sex with them. The boys don't even know about that. Some day we might have to explain it to them. Hilda was told about it before we hired her. I'm sorry you saw it, but now you know. We take care of family here."

"I don't know how I feel about it; it just seemed so weird. I'm sorry I let it bother me and brought it up to you."

"Tink, if you have a problem, we'll deal with it. After all, you are my wife till death us do part."

I know I should have felt better when he said that, but I didn't. It just didn't seem loving. It seemed more like an ultimatum. It made me feel a bit uneasy but I did my best to smile. I didn't know if it was me or if I had a reason to feel this women's intuition. That night we had sex but it didn't feel loving. I began feeling strange inside and I didn't like it.

I went to bed early and Glen said he was going to the burg. I was actually glad he was leaving for awhile. I needed to get my head on straight. I must have fallen asleep and when I woke up it was totally dark outside. Glen wasn't home yet and I was a little worried. I went to the front door to see if I could see anything and I saw his truck parked down at the other house.

I decided to walk down the path to the other house and see him. I was hoping I didn't make him mad earlier. I keep thinking the worst about him when he hasn't done anything wrong.

I opened the front door and could hear a woman groaning. I turned the corner and saw Doris bent over the couch with my loving husband, her brother, fucking her from behind. I screamed out.

"Glen, what the hell are you doing? She's your fucking sister! You bastard, you're fucking your sister." 

Doris looked up at me and smiled. She said to Glen, "Fuck me, little brother. Fuck me the way you've been doing for years." Then Doris started laughing.

Glen didn't stop. He was going to finish what he started. The fucking bastard was getting his rocks off inside of his sister. While he was coming, I ran out the door and back up to the big house.

A few minutes later, Glen came up the hill and into the house. I had locked the door but he had a key. He came upstairs where I was crying in our bedroom.

"Tink, you don't understand."

"I understand. You had your sister bent over the couch and were fucking her. I understand very clearly."

"No, you don't understand. Family takes care of family. Doris needed me and I went to her."

"Bullshit! You just fucked your sister. Don't you get it? You didn't help her with anything; you just plowed your cock into her and think that's natural. Well, dear husband, it isn't natural. She's a grown woman in her thirties. She could go down to the burg and get porked anytime she wanted. She just wanted you. She wanted to break us up and I think she's succeeding. Please get out of here and leave me alone."

"Tink, I love you."

"Just get out, get out!" I was screaming at him.

I watched him turn around and go out the front door. His car was still parked at the other house so he jumped in my car and headed out the gate.

I laid there and cried. I didn't know what I was going to do. One day I had it all and now I find my husband fucking his sister and thinking it's normal. I needed to sleep; I wanted a clear mind so I could make the right decision. I took sleeping pills so I could get some sound sleep.

I was awakened in the morning by Doris banging on the front door. I slowly got out of bed and answered it. When I opened it, Doris looked shocked to see me.

"What the hell are you doing here? Your car is gone. Where's Glen?" Doris asked me, knowing she knew the answer.

"He took my car after fucking you and hasn't returned," I yelled in reply.

"No, no! You were supposed to leave, not Glen." She started crying as she ran back to her house.

About an hour later, two Sheriff's Deputies showed up at my door. I was both scared and nervous when I answered the door. Both were men, one an older fellow maybe in his fifties. The other was a young, fairly good looking fellow. Of course at the time I wasn't worried about them. I was wondering why they were here, at my house.

The older deputy did the talking. "Are you Tammy Raven?"

"Yes, I am, officer. What is this about?"

"We found a car in the river. It was turned over on its top. Apparently the driver missed the big S curve. We dragged it out and took it to the impound. It was a PT Cruiser, red in color. It was titled out to you. Is it yours?"

"My God, where's Glen? He took it last night; we had an argument and he was going to cool off in the burg down the road. Where is he?"

"That's what we want to know, Mrs. Raven. We didn't find a driver."

"I don't believe this is happening. Where is he, where is he?" I started crying and had to sit down.

Right then, Doris appeared at the door. "What's happened? Is my brother alright?" 

She started crying also. The deputy repeated the same story he told me. He told us that there was a diving team out since sun-up, but hadn't found any body.

It was at that moment that I thought that Glen might be dead. "God, please God, don't let him be dead. Please, we can work out our problem."

The officers asked me to come down and file a report for the car and a missing person report for Glen. I explained that I had no way to get down to the station. They mentioned that there were still two vehicles on our property. I explained to them that those vehicles, both trucks, were stick shifts and I wasn't able to drive them. They offered me a ride to the station so I could get the paper work filled out.

I quickly got dressed and when I came downstairs, Doris had gone home. I rode to town with the officers and took care of business. The younger deputy, whose name was Deputy Ryan, drove me over to the insurance company to file a claim for the car. He then drove me to the car dealership so I could get a rental until my insurance claim was settled. I just took any car for now. It didn't make any difference to me. I knew I had lost Glen. It would just be a matter of time till they found him.

I drove the rental car home and the twins were waiting for me. "Where's Glen?" they asked. "Doris and Hilda won't tell us."

I tried to explain that Glen took my car for a ride and they found my car in the river. "They haven't found Glen yet."

"Is he dead?" asked Harry. "Is Glen dead too?"

I thought to myself about all the death surrounding these two boys. They had been there for all of it. I tried to ease their minds but still be honest with them. They were crying.

"We don't know yet. Maybe he survived the crash. We'll have to just wait and see." I hugged the two boys as they turned and walked down the hill to where Hilda was. Doris must have left again.

I called off work for the remainder of the week. They said they understood; news traveled fast in this rural community. I went to the doctor the next day to get some kind of nerve pills. I was out of pills now and knew I would have trouble sleeping like the night before.

I kept hearing strange noises. It was bothering me being in this big old house alone. I would glance down at the other house and see figures walking around. I took some pills and went to bed hoping to get some sleep. The noises seemed to get louder and louder. Maybe it was the medication or maybe someone was trying to break in. I couldn't take it and I called 911 and told them there were strange noises. 




The Sickle



They sent a cruiser out and knocked on my door. I screamed out but then saw the flashing lights. It was Deputy Ryan. 

"I cruised around the property and didn't see anything," he said.

He saw how drugged up I was and told me I was probably hallucinating.

"Why don't you just go back to bed and I'll ride by every couple of hours to check the property." It did make me feel a little better, so after he left I just walked over and slept on the couch.

Three days went by and there was a knock on my door. I was scared to answer it. They knocked again and I went to the door and saw Deputy Ryan. He was with a female officer. I opened the door and let them in. I knew it was bad news. I could see it in their faces.

"He's dead, isn't he? Glen is dead," I repeated myself.

Deputy Ryan spoke, "Mrs. Raven, we found your husband's body today. It had drifted downstream about three miles. Some loggers came across him while they were working. We're very sorry."

I started crying and grabbed Deputy Ryan and cried on his shoulder. The female deputy went to stop me but Deputy Ryan told her it was alright. I must have cried for what seemed like five minutes and then backed up and apologized to the deputy. He asked me if I wanted to identify the body, but I told him I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. He told me he understood and would have someone else verify the remains.

The deputies asked me if I would be alright and I told them I would be okay. The hardest part was over, the not knowing. It will drive you crazy. At least now that I know he will never return, I can figure out what I was going to do.

I cleaned up and went and told Hilda and the boys that Glen had died. Hilda told me that she knew. Doris had called a few minutes ago from the burg. As I had mentioned, news travels fast up here on the mountain. Hilda did ask me to tell the twins. I called them in and explained to them that their brother went to heaven to be with their mom and dad. It was hard for me but the boys seemed to understand. They did cry and asked me if I was going to stay there with them. 

How do you explain all this to kids? That's what they were. I told them that I would have to talk with the attorney and see what happens. I couldn't promise them anything right now.

I had to make all the arrangements myself. Whenever I went to talk to Doris, she always said the same thing. "It was supposed to be you. You were supposed to leave, not Glen."

I made the funeral arrangement and had a closed casket. A lot of people that I have never seen showed up to pay their respects. I held the services in the funeral home and a wake at the bar in the mountain burg. Hilda talked to a few close cousins of Glen and they carried his body up to the little chapel at the cemetery where we had a private service for Glen. The only ones attending were Doris, Hilda, the cousins I mentioned, the twins and me. After our private service, Glen's cousins lowered him into the ground.

We all headed back to the wake. I looked up and was so glad to see Rita there with her boyfriend, the reporter. Also Brett showed up for the service.

The wake went on for hours. I told a few of Glen's friends that I was heading back to the house. If they needed anything, they should get in touch with me. His friends all treated me nice and casual as long as Doris wasn't around. It was as though they were afraid of her. 

Rita and her friend, Brett and I all headed back to the house. As we were leaving, I spotted Deputy Ryan. I felt better just knowing he was there. He told me he would keep an eye on things and make sure they didn't get out of hand.

We no sooner got into the house than Rita said we needed to talk. They had some stories to tell me about Ravens-Glen. They wished they could have gotten to me sooner.

Rita's boyfriend, Clark, worked for the local newspaper in his city. He'd been there a few years. Rita asked him to check the archives and use Ravens-Glen as the key word. He had a lot of information come up.

There was a lot of death around the mountain throughout the years. A lot of lumberjacks got hurt and a few missing people that were never found. Even a coal mine collapsed in the early nineteen hundreds.

I asked Rita about the last fifteen years or so. I was more interested in the more recent accidents and mishaps. 

Clark said there was a double beheading with a sickle about ten years ago. It was an old couple who were tied-up and probably robbed. The 'probably' was because no one knew for sure what they owned but the premises was really in disarray. No one was ever convicted of the murders.

I figured this was Glen's grandparents. No wonder he didn't want to talk about it. According to the story. The family was out and the old couple was home alone. When the family returned they found the couple tied up and blood everywhere. Their heads were on the other side of the room.

I thought about the stained carpet downstairs. They must have not been able to get all the blood out. I wondered what the thieves were after. The place was loaded with antiques. Even though I wasn't into antiques, they must be valuable to the right person.

Clark said, "Two years later, a young housekeeper came up missing. She was never found. Her car was found down at the burg but no one remembered seeing her."

I didn't know anything about a missing sitter. It must have been before Hilda started there.

Clark continued, "About three and a half years ago, there was a fire. Glen's parents were both found dead inside the house. Their bodies were burned to a crisp so the coroner ruled it an accident by fire. I guess the old house had a fireplace and the fire somehow broke out. Mr. and Mrs. Raven were found dead at the bottom of the stairs. The article said that the police thought they were overcome by the smoke and never made it out. "

"Did the article say where Glen, Doris and the boys were at the time?" I asked.

"According to the article they were all out fishing overnight. Glen had taken the boys fishing and Doris went along. It was supposedly an overnight camping trip. I guess they did it quite often. When they returned home, they found the house burned down and the remains of the parents. Again it was ruled an accident and of course they had closed caskets."

"Clark, why do you keep saying supposedly? It doesn't say that in the article."

"Well, Tammy, I read some other unpublished articles about the fire. It was all hearsay so we weren't allowed to publish it. The editor was afraid of possibly being sued. A couple of the firefighters had told our reporter that the burned bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Raven were missing their heads. Not really missing but they were severed. We couldn't find anyone to verify it through normal channels and we went back to the firefighters, but they refused to have it put in print."

"My God, first the grandparents and then the parents, and no witnesses. What about Glen's first wife? How did she die?"

"This is scary, Tammy," said Rita. "She missed the curve and her car went into the river. She drowned in the same location that they found your car. They thought the brake lines were tampered with but couldn't prove it due to the damage to the underside of the vehicle. Of course they ruled it as an accident."

I didn't know what to think. I remembered what Doris had said that awful morning. "It was supposed to be you that left, not Glen. It made me wonder if Doris was behind Glen's wife's accident. I couldn't come out and accuse her. After all, it was her brother that was killed, not me.

My friends said they had to leave but would be back the following weekend to spend a couple of days with me. I thanked them for all the information they found out for me. The last thing my friends told me was to be careful. I do have to admit I was scared but I had to get through this. I was to see Glen's attorney and the insurance company this week. Maybe I could get enough money to move out of here. Before going to bed, I looked out and saw Deputy Ryan coming up to see me. I invited him in for a few minutes.

He had the kindest, nicest smile. It was something I needed right now. He assured me that everything was going to be alright. He would make sure the patrols drove by a couple of times a night and checked the premises. He got up to leave and I thanked him for everything he had done. I wasn't thinking and gave him a hug. I quickly stepped back and apologized, but he just smiled and said it was okay; in fact, it was better than okay. He left and I popped a couple of sleeping pills and went to sleep.

The next day I talked to the attorney and he said that the correct papers were all being filed. It would be at least a couple of weeks before he would have any answers about the estate and accounts and so on. He told me I could stay at the house at least till the wills were read. I didn't have any money of my own except my paycheck. There was no place for me to go; I had to stay there until I could get enough money to move out. 

During the week, I didn't see much of the boys. I figured Doris was keeping them under lock and key and away from me. A couple of times when I knew she wasn't there, I went down to see them. Hilda seemed to be on my side. I had to wonder what she knew or at least what she thought. She wouldn't discuss anything with me but kept a lookout while I talked and played with the twins.

The following weekend, Rita, her boyfriend, and Brett came and visited. They asked me how things were going and I told them I was a mess. I couldn't wait to get some kind of a settlement and move out of the area. I really did like the country but it was just too much for me being alone.

I showed them the house and they all loved it. Rita told me it had so much character. Brett was looking at the antiques and said that they were really old and could be worth a lot. I had to explain to everyone that I didn't know who owned what. The attorney was taking care of it. I would find out in the next couple of weeks. After all Glen and I were only married a few months.

We all took a ride down to the burg. The tavern was busy as always. Everyone was still giving me condolences about Glen. They really weren't such bad people after all. Just kind of back woodsy.

We all got pretty tanked and headed back up to the house. I passed what I thought was a couple of strange cars; no one else seemed to pay attention to them. Rita and her boyfriend said they would share a bed. I told Brett he would have to sleep alone and showed him to his room. I headed for my room and didn't need any pills tonight as I went off to sleep.

The next day, we rode around the countryside so they could see what a beautiful area it was. I took them back to the chapel and cemetery and knelt down and cried over Glen's grave. My emotions and feelings for him were so mixed up. They asked about the beautiful house that Doris and the twins lived in. I told them everything was new and the house was built after his parents house was burned down. They asked me who owned it now and I told them I didn't know. Until the attorney got back with me, I had no idea about what I was going to do. My life was in limbo.

Brett said, "I won't be staying tonight. I've got to head back because I've got a date. I had first seen her at the Halloween party that we all went to last year. She was dressed as a witch. Her name was Lucille. The next time I saw her was when she came into the bank. She worked for the phone company."

I really had to wonder if it was the woman Glen was screwing at the party, or the woman he slapped at the office. Brett really seemed happy and I wasn't going to ruin it for him. We would probably find out in the future if they stayed together.

Brett mentioned that they were getting pretty serious and she just might be the one. He told me that her only problem was jealousy. She hated it when he talked about other women. He told her that he was coming to West Virginia to visit old friends and would be back Saturday to take her out. He even offered to bring her along but she said, "No," she had to work.

"I did asked her if she knew Glen Raven and she said she did, but didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to upset her so I never mentioned Glen again to her."

I opened the door and, as he was leaving, I gave him a kiss goodbye. It was just a friendly kiss to an old friend. I said goodbye and we held hands as he walked over to his car. He was a good friend. I was glad he finally found someone.

A little while later we heard sirens coming up the hill. It was Deputy Ryan and another deputy. He asked if they could come in. I looked down at the other house and saw Doris standing on her porch looking up at us, the light shining from behind her. The two officers came in and looked sadly at me.

"Your friend, Brett Cain, was killed down near the burg. He was off to the side of the road and a passerby noticed his car."

I screamed out, "No, no, it's not happening to me again. Death is following me." Ryan grabbed me and shook me.

"Tammy, I'm sorry but we have to ask a few questions."

Rita was crying too. "Deputy, I've been here for two days with Tammy, Clark and Brett. Maybe I can answer any questions you may have. How was Brett killed?"

Ryan looked over at me and then back to Rita. "He was beheaded. There was a sickle next to his headless form on the front seat. He might have known the person because he pulled off the road. We can't say for sure, but we don't think he knew what was coming."

I was crying harder, almost hysterical as Rita put her arms around me and held me.

"Can one of you tell me what you did and who all you saw the last two days? We are trying to figure who would have possibly done this and why."

Clark told Ryan everything we did and pretty much who we saw the last two days. He told the deputy that Brett was just headed home to see his girlfriend. All we know is her name is Lucille and she works for the phone company. The way he was talking about her he was in love with her. None of us knew her.

Ryan looked at me again and said, "I might know her. Glen dated a woman named Lucille before he met you, Tammy. Did you know that?"

"I know he dated but we both said our past would stay our past. I heard of Lucille but never met her. I wouldn't know her if I saw her."

"I need you all to come down tomorrow morning before going back to Ohio. I hate to say this, Tammy, but I need you to not leave town without our knowledge and permission. Since you know him and were the last to see him alive, we have to watch over you." 

"God, Ryan, surely you don't think I did this?"

"No, Tammy, I'm almost sure you didn't but you are a material witness and we need you here."

"Will I be able to go to his funeral, Ryan?"

"Yes, Tammy; in fact, I'll take you myself. By the way, call me Bo; all my friends do," replied Ryan.

Ryan - I mean Bo - said he had to leave and was headed over to talk to Doris. Since she lived so close, maybe she saw something.

Rita, Clark and I headed to the station the next day to fill out statements after a very rough night. None of us slept well. In fact Rita came in and lay with me. It felt so good just to have someone close.

Three days later, Deputy Ryan - I mean, Bo - and I drove to Brett's funeral. If there was a Lucille there, I wouldn't have known who she was. Ryan said that the local police were doing the investigations in Ohio. He hadn't heard if they talked to Lucille or not. 

On the way home, we talked and I told him all the stories that I had heard. He told me he had heard most of them also but he had to have proof before accusing anyone of anything. I even told him about seeing Glen with his sister. He pulled over in a rest area and said he needed to tell me some things and didn't want to be driving while he said it.

"We believe Doris is tied up in these accidents or murders, whatever you want to call them. Doris was in a mental ward before Glen's grandparents were killed. It was Glen who convinced the hospital she was ready to come home. According to the records, Glen was her alibi during the grandparents killing. He was seen by dozens of people that day. The same goes for the killing of his parents or the accidental fire, so to speak. He was her alibi that day also."

"My God, do you think she killed Brett?"

"She didn't know him and Hilda swears she was there with her and the boys the whole night."

"What about Glen's death or his wife's?"

"We have no proof. Besides, why would she kill Glen? She really loved him; everyone knew it but you. They've been having sex for years. If anyone had a reason for killing Glen, it was you."

"How can you say that, Bo?"

"I'm just telling you how a jury would see it. Of course there is no proof there either. Everyone knew that Glen was a great driver and knew the road like the back of his hand. We checked the brake line and thought it might have been tampered with, but it was your car, not Glen's."

"Bo, I'm scared. I'm really scared. I think Doris is trying to do me in. Please keep a close watch for me. I have nowhere to go right now and I'm not allowed to leave town."

"Don't worry, Tammy, all the deputies are told to go by your place regularly. I'm not supposed to do this but I'm giving you a gun. Put it under your pillow and use it if you have to."

"A gun? I don't know how to fire a gun, Bo."

"I'm going to show you. Let's go back here and I'll show you how to aim. I'll take all the bullets out right now."

He showed me how to aim and fire the weapon. He took me home and put the bullets back in the gun. He told me to put it under my pillow and keep it close.

The first night back, I was scared to death with the gun under my pillow. I was afraid I was going to shoot myself by accident. The second night I put it in the drawer of the night stand. Surely I could hear someone coming up the stairs and have time to get the gun out.

I would wake up every couple of hours and I could see the patrol car checking out the road from a distance. I was feeling much better now. 

I hadn't seen the boys in a couple of days. I was afraid Doris was turning them against me. They were innocent bystanders in a family of turmoil. The third night I couldn't sleep. I think I took too many sleeping pills and finally passed out on the bed. 

I looked up and started screaming. There stood Harry and Larry with their cocks out. They jumped on the bed and pulled the covers off of me. They ripped at my nightgown tearing it to sheds. Behind them stood Doris yelling, "Take her boys, fuck the red headed pussy. Tear her apart with your cocks. She killed your brother; fuck her to death."

I was screaming out, "Boys, please don't do this. Please don't hurt me. I loved Glen; I didn't kill him." Just as both boys pounced on me and one of them was getting ready to ram his cock in me, I woke up.

My God, it was a nightmare. I was soaking wet from sweating. I was all rolled up in the blankets and had trouble getting up. When my breathing got back to normal, I got up and took a shower. I guess I had enough medication in me that I went back to sleep.

The next morning I was sitting on the porch and looking across the way. I could see Doris' vehicle was gone and saw the boys in the yard. I waved to them and they came over.

"Where have you two been? How come you didn't come and see me? I missed you."

"Doris said you were bad and going to send us away. She said you hurt Glen but we told her we like you and don't think you hurt Glen."

"What did she say then?"

"She got mad at us and made us stay in the house."

"Where is she now?"

"Don't know. Hilda said we could come see you as long as we don't tell Doris."

"I know it's still early but would you boys like some ice cream?"

Of course they said yes and I called over to Hilda to make sure it was okay. I wanted to have them there. I needed to get over the nightmare I had about them. I had to meet my fears, even though it was a dream. The boys were happy and after eating their ice cream I told them they better get back home. I didn't want them to get in trouble.




The Sickle



"We like you, Tammy. We like you the best," the boys said as they smiled at me and left.

Wasn't exactly sure what they meant but as long as they liked me, I was happy.

Later that day, Bo stopped by to see me. I told him everything seemed alright, but I still wanted him to keep an eye on the property. I asked him if they made any progress on either Glen's or Brett's death.

He told me that someone might have messed with the brakes on my car. It looked like my brake lines were severed but only enough for a slow leak. That way it wouldn't be noticed by the driver till they were headed down the mountain and too late to do much about it. Bo did say that all the accidents and murder cases were staying open till solved.

I know he was attracted to me. A woman can sense it. I thought he was a great guy too but I wasn't interested in any relationships right now. I did my best to put Bo out of my mind except as a deputy and friend.

Before going to bed that night I took a sleeping pill and checked the night stand to make sure the gun was there. I nodded off to sleep. I heard a noise and looked up and there stood Doris in a nightgown holding a sickle with her arm raised. I started screaming and wanted to wake up. I didn't want another nightmare. The problem was, I was awake and Doris was standing there with a sickle in her hand. I wasn't dreaming this time. I went to move to the night stand to get the gun but I had to move the other way quickly as Doris swung the sickle at my head.

I screamed out over and over. "Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?" I rolled off the bed and hovered over in the corner waiting for my fate.

"You took my boyfriend, my lover, from me, you slut."

"Doris, he was your brother! Don't you understand?" 

"I loved him. First, it was the babysitter, then his first wife Amy, now you. I got rid of them both just as I'm going to get rid of you," she said to me as she kept swinging the sickle at me.

I screamed and the next thing I saw was the twins bursting into the room and grabbing Doris. The sickle flew out of her hands. I moved quickly trying to get to the night stand when she grabbed my ankle and I fell. She went for the sickle but one of the boys beat her to it. He raised it and brought it down on her back cutting her wide open.

I saw a patrolman in the doorway aiming his gun at one of the boys.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! He saved my life. Please don't shoot." Bo had followed the first patrolman in. He told him it was alright, and not to shoot. I asked Larry to drop the sickle which he did. The two boys came over and sat next to me. I was crying; I couldn't stop.

"We like you, Tammy, and we saw Doris take the sickle and came over here. Glen told us to watch over you when we first saw you. We did what Glen said. Is Doris dead now too, Tammy?"

I hugged both boys and kissed them on the forehead. Bo said he would have to take the boys in. He didn't have a choice.

"Ryan, the boys saved my life. You can't put them in a jail cell. Please, Ryan, see what you can do." 

The boys started crying. They said they didn't want to go to jail. By this time, there were two ambulances there: one to take Doris's body and the other to take me to the hospital. I never noticed it but Doris must have cut my arm and I was bleeding pretty bad. I must have lost a lot of blood as I passed out.

I awoke hours later in the hospital. The nurse told me I had been through a lot and to lie still. 

"Where's Deputy Ryan? Where's the boys? What happened to Doris?" I asked.

The nurse said she was supposed to contact Deputy Ryan when I woke and that he would answer my questions. In about fifteen minutes, Bo came in.

"Hi, Tammy. How are you feeling?"

"Where are the boys? You didn't send them to jail did you? Please tell me you didn't, Bo."

"Easy there, girl. You've been through a lot. I had to take the boys somewhere. After all, even though they saved your life, they killed Doris."

"I killed Doris; the boys didn't have anything to do with it. Let them go. I confess."

"Easy, Tammy, you don't need to lie for them. They're okay. They are at the mental civic center. They're being taken care off. It's like a hospital but only for patients like them, adults that have minds of children. You will be able to see them tomorrow."

"Bo, Doris told me she killed Glen's first wife and also a sitter. Does that help anything? Maybe they can link their deaths with my car and killing Glen."

"Tammy, we figured Doris had something to do with the missing girl but have never found her body. We figured she or Glen had something to do with the killing of Glen's first wife. We just don't have any proof that would hold up in court. I hate to say it but your word isn't enough; I wish it was. I'd love to close these cases."

Bo stopped by the next day and picked me up from the hospital. We went to see the twins. When they saw me, they came running to me. Two grown men with minds of a child. I started crying and hugged them.

"We miss you, Tammy. Can we go home now?"

I looked over at Bo and he explained to the boys that they would have to stay at the civic center for awhile till I could get things figured out. It might be a few weeks. I did ask them if they liked the center and they said that there were other kids to play with just like them. I promised them that I would be by to see them regularly. I turned around and saw Hilda. She came to see the boys too. They went and hugged her also.

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I did go visit the twins about every two days. I took a leave of absence from the bank till I could get my life in order. I called my friend Rita and she said she would come down and stay with me for a couple of weeks. It sure was nice having her there. Things were finally coming to a close.

I contacted the insurance company and they gave me a check for my car and another for Glen's life insurance that he had with them. It was over a hundred thousand dollars. I deposited it in the bank. Rita and I went over and picked out a new car. I got another PT Cruiser the same color as my first. As Glen had said, it matched my hair.

A couple of days later, there was a reading of Glen's will. I now owned a mountain and the big old house and all the contents. I did own the new house but the boys had a right to live there. I wasn't sure what to do about that. Maybe I should just give the boys the house but they weren't mentally capable of owning it. Some of the businesses that were partially owned by Glen like the stores in the burg were turned over to Glen's relatives.

I didn't quite understand all this. How can I own a mountain but the building on it like the church and other businesses be owned by someone else. The attorney explained it to me. I did own the mountain but not the businesses. They all owned their own businesses. They also owned their buildings but I could charge them all rent for the space the building sat on. It was still pretty confusing and I'd let the attorney handle it.

I told Bo that I didn't know anything about business and I was lost. I needed some help here. I didn't want the old house and I wasn't an antique person. He gave me the name of one of Glen's relatives who ran an auction agency. Bo suggested I have an auction and get out from underneath a lot of the problems.

"Bo, I own a mountain. I have no idea what that means."

Bo laughed and said, "It means you are a multi-millionaire."

"What? It's just a mountain."

"The logging companies would pay to get some of these trees. On the other side of the mountain, the coal company would pay for the right to mine the land."

"Oh, my God! I can't believe this. I'm rich?"

I talked every couple of days with the twins. I told them that they would be back home eventually but I had things I had to do to make sure they were taken care of. They really didn't understand but said they just wanted to be with me. I wasn't sure what to tell them. I didn't even know who their guardian was now. I'd have to find out. Up to this time Hilda was paid out of a trust that Glen's dad had set up. I guessed it was still good.

I looked at the two boys. They looked a little sad. I knew what would cheer them up. "Hey, Boys, want to go out for some ice cream?" Their faces lit up and I got permission to take them out for a couple of hours.

I contacted Glen's cousin and we set up an auction. I told him to sell everything in the big house and even parts of the house if he liked. What ever was left, I was tearing down. Too many bad things happened in that house. 

On the day of the auction, I couldn't believe how many people showed up. There were hundreds of people on the hillside. Were all these people interested in antiques? Rita and Clark even came to the auction. 

I asked Clark why so many people came to an auction on the mountainside in West Virginia. He told me that half the people were collectors of antiques and the others were collectors of memorabilia. In this case, murder and crime scene. You won't believe what they will pay for a piece of the house. Just saying it came from Ravens-Glen will bring a high price. 

Bo showed up and was bidding on some of the old photographs. I couldn't believe it after what Clark just said.

"Bo, if you wanted the pictures, all you had to do was ask. I'd gladly have given them to you."

"Tammy, it's not for the reasons you might be thinking. My grandfather had taken some of these pictures years and years ago. He was their photographer. I'm picking them up as a surprise for him. Isn't there one thing that you would like to keep? You can bid on it too, you know."

I decided there was thing I wanted. We brought a lot of Doris' things over to sell. Most of it was going for top dollar. She owned a vanity that was real old but was so beautiful. It was passed down from her grandmother. I loved it but never told anyone. I called Rita over and asked her to bid on it for me.

"How much are you willing to pay for it?" asked Rita.

"I don't know about stuff like this. Maybe a hundred dollars?" I told Rita.

Rita started laughing as she walked away to bid on the vanity. She came back about a half hour later.

"Well, Tammy, you own the vanity. I need you to write a check and pay for it."

"Great, I really do like it. How much did we have to pay?"

Rita looked at me and started laughing. "Three thousand dollars."

"What?" I yelled out. "You bid three thousand dollars for a vanity. How much is some of that stuff going for?"

"Let's just say it will be more money than you can spend. You can have a party every weekend for the rest of your life and not spend it all."

I couldn't believe it. A year ago I had nothing and now I'll be worth millions. The attorney told me I was Glen's next of kin along with his brothers. The only request was that the boys be well taken care of and never want for anything.

Rita was right. The Glen estate went for nearly a million dollars. People bought wood off the home and even the front steps. One man made a bid to buy the shell of the house for fifty thousand dollars. Another man offered a hundred thousand for it. It ended up selling for two hundred thousand dollars. A man was going to dismantle it and rebuild it elsewhere. To top it all off, I still owned the mountain.

I got a call from the lumber company offering to buy the lumber rights. I decided not to sell the rights right now. I told all the mining and lumber companies in the area that if I ever decided to sell that they would get first chance. I didn't need the money and I still had to figure out something for the boys. This mountain was the only home they ever knew.

I called the lawyer and he said I could have custody of the boys and become their legal guardian since I was their sister. I gave a call to Hilda and asked her if she wanted to be the boys' full time sitter with a raise in pay. She agreed to watch them for now until she could talk it over with her husband.

I lived in the new house for now and the boys had their own rooms. Hilda had a room of her own also. I decided I was going to have a house built on the old house site as soon as the man finished dismantling it. I decided I was going to stay. I really had nowhere better to go.

I was sitting at the vanity one day and opened one of the drawers. The drawer stuck and I had trouble opening it. I messed around with it and found it had a false bottom in it. I pulled out the false bottom and found a kind of diary. It wasn't exactly a diary but a small book that someone had written remarks in. It belonged to Doris. It looked old but had been recently written in.

I pulled out the book and spent the next couple of hours reading pages of it. Oh, my God, most of the rumors were true. I called Bo and showed him the book. He started reading it and said it would close a lot of cases. He asked if he could take it. He promised he would return it.

A few days later he brought the book back to me and told me he got commendations for cracking open so many cases. My friend Rita and Clark were there; they came to see me when I told them the shit was ready to hit the fan. I promised Clark a look at the book when Bo brought it back. He was going to be popular in his newspaper office when he showed them copies of the book. 

Rita asked Bo if he could give them the short version of what all happened.

Bo began telling the story about Doris's book. "Ten years or so ago, Doris' Grandpa Raven caught her having sex in the back of the house. He called her a whore and a slut and said he was going to send her to the mental hospital to get straightened out. At that time, Doris and Glen lived with their grandparents and the twins lived with their mom and dad.

"Anyway, Doris was sent up to a mental ward for six months. According to her writings she vowed revenge on her grandpa. One day shortly after she returned home, she hit him over the head with a bottle and knocked him out. She tied him to a chair and then her grandma came in and screamed at her. 'Dear God, what are you doing?' She then forced her grandma into a chair and tied her up also. As they were pleading with her, she went outside and brought in a sickle and cut their heads off. She threw things around to make it look like a robbery. She did take some of their money but that's all she said she took.

"She then cleaned off the blood and changed clothes. She walked over to her parents' house; they were waiting for her. They were going to the fair. She spent the whole day with the family. When they got back, she had her parents find the bodies of her grandparents. Of course, she screamed and cried like everyone else. They thought someone had broken in and killed and robbed the grandparents."

Rita asked Bo why nobody suspected her. He told her that she made sure she stayed with the family all day. Glen was her biggest alibi and everyone believed Glen.

"Do you think Glen knew?"

"Not at the time, but we think she told him later. He always said that family takes care of family and was mad when she was sent away. "

"What about her parents? Did she kill them also?"

"She had a part in it. It looks like Glen had a part in it also. According to her story that day - or I should say - night. They spent the night at their parents' place. Their dad caught Doris riding Glen. In her story, she said she was fucking her lover. We believe her lover was Glen. When she was caught by their father, she said she jumped up and pushed her father down the stairs. The commotion woke up their mother and they pushed her down the stairs also. According to her diary, she went out and got the sickle and nearly cut off their heads. The parents bled to death.

To cover up the murders, we believe they got their tents and fishing gear ready and woke the boys and took them out the back way. Of course the boys wouldn't have thought anything about it. They loved to fish and they would go in the early mornings. Sometime in the afternoon, Doris came back to the house and started a fire that ran from the fireplace and engulfed the whole house. Later that day, they returned and saw the burned down house. They reported it and they all lived in the grandparents' house till their new one got built. She wrote in her book, 'Family always takes care of family.'"

I asked, "Bo, what about the baby sitter? You know, the girl that came up missing that took care of the boys."

"Her name was Missy. According to Doris, she came home one night and found Glen fucking Missy. Glen was a pussy hound. He used to screw every girl in sight. I'm sorry, Tammy, but it's the truth."

"I know he was. It's just that I didn't see it before we married. It just makes me feel so stupid."

Bo continued, "One day Doris followed Missy to the burg. She wrote that she killed her and brought her body back up here and, when Glen saw her, he shook his head and they buried her up in their cemetery. They hid her body until after the search and then buried her. We are going to have to dig up a couple of graves that are suspect."

"Bo, there are crosses for two dead animals that the boys had. I think one of those graves might be Missy."

"Thanks, Tammy, we'll check it out tomorrow. The next person she wrote about was Glen's wife – well, first wife. It was pretty much the same as your situation, Tammy. Glen was gone and one day came home married. She caught Glen screwing Doris and jumped in her car but had no brakes. You just can't stop going down that mountain. She hit the guardrail and went over the embankment and into the river. Of course she drowned.

"The only thing she said about you, Tammy was that you were next. The only thing was she didn't expect for Glen to be driving your car."

"What about Brett? Why did she kill him?" asked Rita.

Ryan responded, "I don't know, she never wrote about it."

I asked Ryan why she would keep a dairy and let everyone know she did it.

"I don't know. She was a mental case; who knows how they think? Maybe she was proud and wanted everyone to know. She wasn't hiding the fact that she came after you that night. People do strange things."

We were all sitting around now thinking about somewhere to go this weekend. Bo mentioned that a friend of his was having a costume party and told him to invite everyone he saw. 

"Are you guys up to it?" asked Bo.

"Sounds good to me," said Clark."

I told them, "I don't know, guys. I'm not over the Halloween one yet."

Rita spoke, "Tammy, you have always fought your fears. You need to fight this one. I say we go. After all, we'll all be together."

"Okay, I guess. Do you think it would be alright to wear my Tinker Bell outfit again? I really did like it."

"Hell, yes," said Bo. I heard a lot about that outfit and would like to see for myself."

Rita and Clark dressed as The Lone Range and Tonto. Rita looked sexy as a female Tonto in her tight Indian dress. Of course I dressed in my green Tinker Bell outfit and believe it our not, Bo dressed as a cop. I asked him about wearing his uniform instead of a costume. He informed he that it was a city cop outfit. He was a Sheriff's Deputy. I just told him okay, even though the rest of us couldn't tell the difference.

The party was a lot of fun. It was fun having a costume party even though it wasn't Halloween. I looked around for a witch wondering about the past. I did see one but it was a lot heavier woman. As Bo and I were dancing, I shuddered when I saw a person dressed in the same kind of costume that Glen had worn. Bo asked me what the problem was.

I explained to him that the costume was similar to the one Glen had worn. It made me shudder. After that I wasn't having as much fun. I walked off to the drink table to get myself something when the ghoul started to approach me. I screamed when I noticed the sickle was real. I backed up against the drink table as the ghoul raised the sickle.




The Sickle



I heard a gunshot and the ghoul hit the floor. Bo had shot the ghoul in the back. He ran over and pulled off the mask. He said it was Lucille. I looked at her and I remembered it was the woman that Glen had slapped in his office that day. She was still alive and Bo had them call the local police and an ambulance.

Rita, Clark and I left for home. Bo said he had to stay behind and follow up on the case. He would see us all the next day.

The next day Bo came by to explain everything to us. He told us that it was a good thing he carried his weapon everywhere with him. If not, I would have been another victim. Bo told us he had talked to her in the hospital.

"I didn't even know her, Bo. Why did she try and kill me?" I asked.

"She was Glen's last girlfriend before you. Apparently she figured you took Glen from her. She was the witch that you saw him with at the Halloween party. She said that Glen told her to stay out of the way. He was going after Tinker Bell."

"I never knew that, Bo. Glen never told me about her."

"She vowed to get even with you until she met a guy named Brett. She said he worked at the bank. Of course by now you must have figured out it was your friend, Brett. Anyway she was in love with him. He told her he was going to visit some old friends in West Virginia. She followed him and found out the old friend was you. She vowed to herself that she was going to kill both of you. Brett for cheating on her and you for taking another boyfriend from her."

"Bo, Brett wasn't my boyfriend. Oh, my God, she must have seen us kiss goodbye. He was going to go see her. He loved her, not me."

"She was parked at the burg when he came through. She said he was surprised to see her and pulled over. She knew the rumors about Ravens-Glen and the sickle killings, so she pulled out a sickle and hit him in the neck. She left and went back to Ohio where the police talked to her the next day. She didn't come to the funeral home because she was afraid of being recognized."

"Bo, did you tell her that Brett loved her?"

"That was the last thing she heard before she died," said Bo.

Epilogue:

Wow! It was quite a year. My whole life had changed. I went from single to married in a few months. Then from very poor to very rich. From what I thought was in love to being a widow. Now I'm dating the deputy that has handled my case from the beginning.

I decided to keep the new house on the mountain. It was really beautiful out here in the country. Hilda had talked to her husband and they would live in the house rent free. She would take care of the boys. I had a new house built where the old one stood. It was my humble abode. Even though it cost me a half million dollars, it was worth it. I had everything built in it I could ever want. Everything was new except for my vanity. I guess I went from rags to riches. I thought about moving away but to be honest with you, I had nowhere to go and the boys were actually my best buds and I didn't want to leave them. They visited me everyday after work. Yes, I kept my job. I was happy working and, believe me, I had no pressures at work.

I talked with all of Glen's relatives that owned businesses on the mountain. I told them they could all keep their buildings on the mountain rent free, as long as they owned the business. Any new ownership would require a lease agreement. I didn't need the money and after all they were family now, weren't they?

One day I saw my new best friends, the boys, out playing in the yard. I invited them over and we were eating our ice cream when there was a knock on the door. It was Bo. We were becoming very close friends. I looked at him and realized I always called him Bo or Deputy Ryan. I asked him, "Bo, what is your first name?"

He smiled at me and said, "Ryan is my first name."

I looked at him kind of odd. "What? Your first name is Ryan, then what is your last name?"

"Raven. My last name is Raven, Tammy. Glen was my cousin and got me this job as a deputy years ago. Family always takes care of family," he said.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome

DG Hear 



The Sickroom



A lady I work with and I have been flirting with each other for about a month now. Her name is Sarah, 5' 8" and has a set of breast anyone, man or woman, would drool over. We're about the same age and have similar interest.

We E-mail each other saying what we'd like to do if alone, but that opportunity never arose. It has progressed into a physical tease game -- occasionally a touch here and a grab there. It hasn't been anything beyond copping a feel of the legs, arms and ass -- that is until yesterday.

As I said, we have pretty much stuck to testing the boundaries; to explore the sexual limits and nothing more casual touching. We were continuing our playfulness yesterday.

I was asking her to remove her thong and place them in a bag and leave them for me at my desk. I had been trying to get her to do this for quite a while and to no avail.

To my surprise, today was the moment of truth. She did it. She stopped by my desk and casually place the red, white and blue bag she uses for her lunch on my desk next to me. I saw it being placed and before I could say anything, she was gone.

I was in total shock. Since she refused all other attempts, I was also extreme cautious not to be over excited. While pondering my options – look or don't look – an e-mail message popped up on my terminal, "Aren't they lovely?" she asked.

Now I was really questioning if she had actually removed them and placed them in the bag. Out of fear of disappointment, I hesitated, then decided "what the hell," and opened the bag. The first thing I did was to get my nose as close to the opening and breathed in a deep whiff of her feminine aroma. Knowing she had just removed them, and the potential for them to be damp from excitement, I knew the telltale smell.

I scanned the area around my desk and reached in to the bag to remove my reward. I got a raging hard on instantly when I withdrew the silky red thong and put them to my nose. I inhaled deeply and thought about me actually being on my knees and smelling her for real.

How I would have loved to remove them myself. After all, out of jest, she had asked me too just the other day. I was thinking about how I would be on my knees, lifting her skirt and draping it over my head. Then, slowly reaching up under her skirt, I place my nose right in the middle of her moisten pussy, and lower her thongs ever so slowly. Taking in her wonderful musky scent and knowing it was for me. 

Since I didn't have the opportunity, I relished in the fact she was so brazen to remove them at work, and is now sitting at her desk leaking on to her chair. At anytime, she could reach down, slip a finger or two between the folds and be able to taste her own sweetness.

Enjoying the feeling of the silky material, I bring the crotch to my nose again and take another long deep inhale, I put the crotch into my mouth and savor the taste – she's been thinking about this by the amount of wetness on the panties.

My screen blips again with a new message asking what I thought and I replied, "Tasty."

She said "No way. You didn't, did you?"

"Come on over and see for yourself," I typed.

A couple of minutes later, a shadow appeared in my cubicle. Now I sit at one end of the building, away from most people, but in a very high traffic location. This can provide some privacy at times, and none on others.

I saw by the reflection in my monitor that it was Sarah. I turned to greet her and saw she was extremely flush in the face. With having just given a man, other than her husband, her most personal clothing, and did it at work, she was trembling with sexual excitement. She came in and took my extra seat and sat down, knees slightly parted. This position offered the sight of her slick pussy, all swollen and begging for attention. Juices beginning to trickle down her thighs, she is hot.

Looking her right in the eye, I picked up the bag, removed the thong and suck the crotch back into my mouth. At the sight of this, Sarah shuttered and slammed her legs shut with a noticeable tremble.

"Are you Okay?" I asked.

"Never better, I just had an orgasm watching you do that and I didn't even touch myself," as she pointed to the trail of juices now flowing down her leg. I reached over, carefully scooped up some of the juices and sucked them off my finger. As I looked into her eyes, I savored every drop of the sweet nectar, and she shuttered to another orgasm.

After regaining her consciences, she pulled me close and said, "Meet me in the sickroom, I need you to bring me off the right way." 

We have a room, right next to my cubicle where people can go and lay down when they aren't feeling well. It's usually used for just headaches or the occasional PMS cramps. There is a small bed and a lock on the door. It is perfect for every opportunity that knocks – and this one was pounding.

Sarah left quickly and entered the room. I stood, looked around and was thanking God it was just after 5:00 p.m. on a Friday afternoon of a three day weekend – the place was vacant. With no one in sight, I grabbed a notebook to conceal my raging hard on and headed on in. I no sooner entered the room, and Sarah latched a lip lock on me that blew me away.

I reached behind me and flipped the latch to the door and hoped the sign was turned on the outside of the door. I then realized the lights were off and the night light was on. I then reach up to caress her heaving breast to find she wasted no time at stripping naked. I ask, "What if it was someone else that walked in?"

"I would have fucked them then come looking for you. Damn I want you so bad. I need you to fuck me like the slut I am."

Sarah then sank to her knees and reached for the massive tent protruding from my jeans. I wear comfortably worn Levi 501s and the buttons are fairly easy to handle. Sarah undid my belt and ripped at my jeans. She yanked them to my ankles and gazed at her handy work. My cock was sticking straight through the fly in my boxer shorts. Pre-cum was drooling down the shaft, eagerly anticipating her next move. She leaned closure and blew a hot breath on my cock, causing it to jerk uncontrollably.

Not wanting to ruin her work of art, she pulled my boxers away from my waist and carefully pulled my throbbing member through the fly opening so the pre-cum wasn't smeared. She blew on my cock again, causing another round of twitching.

Each time she did this, more liquid would seep from the eye, and trickle down toward my balls. She looked up at me with total lust in her eyes, lowered her jaw and sucked on my sack. She released it and took the other one and swirled her tongue around my balls causing my cum to ooze out and dribble onto her nose.

Giggling, she grab me by the balls and pulled me to the bed. She sat on the edge and engulfed my entire length into her mouth in one fell swoop. I blasted a load of cum down her throat with out warning. When I finally realized what had happened, I leaned down and said, "Now you're my slut. Drink it all and lick me clean." She did exactly that. So well in fact, that by the time I was cleaned up, I had another raging hard on.

I stood her up, kissed her fully, tasting myself for the first time, and whispered, "Now it's time for me to pound your pussy as if I was tenderizing a steak. I hope you're ready?"

"Give it too me now!" she cried.

With that, she turned around and bent over placing her elbows squarely on the bed, parted her legs and shook her ass in my direction. That could only mean one thing – fuck her, and make her remember it.

Stepping forward, I aimed my cock at her pleading pussy that begged to be filled, and buried my cast-iron shaft to the balls. I held it there and withdrew until just the head was in her and waited a second and drove home again. I repeated this for several minutes until she couldn't take much of this. I knew she was ready to explode, so when she began her backward motion to re-fill the void, I slammed forward and met her with brute force. My balls slapping up and between her legs coming in direct contact with her clit.

Working together, we began a rhythm that neither one of us could maintain for long. Just as I was about to fill her up, I withdrew, grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed to stop the orgasm. I wanted this to last longer. Realizing what was happening, Sarah reached between her legs and buried three fingers into her gushing pussy to keep the sensation alive. Covering her hands with her juices, she switched and began suckling on her fingers while fucking herself with her other hand.

Feeling my orgasm had subsided; I reached down, removed her hand and began thrusting myself in her once again. Sarah continued sucking on her fingers as she began climaxing just before me. She buried her head into the pillow and let out the most animal like howl I have ever heard. Hearing this sent me right over the top, and I deposited my seed deep within her. The amount of our cum was so great, it began leaking out and down her legs.

As I began to pull out, Sarah reached back, grabbed my balls again and said "Not yet lover. I need you in me until I cum again."

Since I knew I couldn't get hard for a while, I reach around and began playing with her clit again. With all of the juices flowing, I had plenty of lubrication and rubbed the slick liquid over her pussy and clit. This added the right amount of slickness to easily bring her to another orgasm before we collapsed on the bed.

Resting a few moments, Sarah then leaned over and licked all of our juices off me until I was clean again. The feel of her tongue across my hairless balls and hearing her moan with total bliss, I actually began to get hard again. She continued the tongue lashing and began deep throating me again. This time, she started humming a song. This brought a new sensation and proved to be a world class blow job. Within in minutes, my cock swelled to new proportions as I released yet another load down her wanting throat. She released my cock after it returned to its normal flaccid size.

Feeling I needed to reciprocate, I slid off the bed and between her legs. I had never tasted a woman after sex, and only a short while ago experienced my own fluids for the first time. With some hesitation, I drew my tongue across her opening and took in a healthy helping of our mixed juice. I was greeted by a pleasant mixture of sweet, salty blend and went back for more. Knowing I couldn't clean it all up, I reached over and used the sheet to help capture some of it, leaving our mark on the room. I continued lapping at her pussy, fingering her and nibbling on her clit. As she neared the peak, I slow my pace and let her back off from climaxing. I did this a numerous times before she was begging me to make her cum. I picked up the pace, buried my face between her lips, shoved three fingers into her and tongue fucked her until her dam broke soaking my face.

As I finished licking her and she regained her strength, she took my face in her hands and licked around my mouth before plunging her tongue in to my mouth.

Being well satisfied for the time being, I looked at my watch and realized it was nearing 7:00 p.m. We had been at it for almost an hour and a half. We quickly dressed.

I slowly unlocked the door, and peered out. Most of the office lights were off and we apparently were alone. We kissed again and parted our separate ways.