4 comments/ 29482 views/ 1 favorites The Demise of Billy Deacon By: Bazzza Billy Deacon looked around in complete contempt, why did he bother coming he asked himself for the tenth time? He searched his memory and recognised some, kids he played with, some friends and those he fought. But time had taken its toll; hard muscle had been replaced by bulging beer bellies, the red noses quickly identifying the serious drinkers. He recognised women who in their youth had been so attractive and desirable, but now bore all the signs of a hard life, wrinkles, sagging tits and fat arses. A few he'd fucked, others he'd not managed, but now there wasn't one he'd now give a second glance. He could feel the defeat in their lives, their dreams of riches and success all but forgotten; the hopelessness of their plight knowing that tomorrow and the next day would be no different than yesterday. He took in the kids, the snotty noses and the obvious cheap faded clothing. There was no doubt he was looking at tomorrow's delinquents and criminals. He turned his attention back to the adults; fuck them all, he thought to himself, what a useless pack of cunts. Billy Deacon had been born a block from the church in which he now sat. His parents, both hard nosed Catholics, had dragged their six children to church every Sunday to hear the voice of god. From a young age, Billy hated that god, the god who robbed him his Sunday mornings with his friends, the god who understood that the welts from his father's wide belt were just and deserving, and that the pain would make him a better person. He hated the Priest that delivered his Sunday sermons with fire and brimstone, but there were rumours that he enjoyed the secret company of young alter boys when no one was around. It had been twenty five years since he last set foot in this very church, but it was still twenty five years too soon. The fact that none of his brothers and sisters had bothered to come to Uncle Wally's funeral suggest that this was not their place of choice either. In their defence, they weren't a close family. His mother and father had long since parted this earth. Two of his brothers were in prison and his sisters had long since deserted the neighbourhood and all its memories. He turned his attention to the casket at the front in which his Uncle Wally lay. His mother's younger brother was his family favourite, an ox of a man quick with his fists and feared by most when in his prime. But he could make Billy laugh with his quick wit; and unlike his drunken father, looked after his young nephew and taught him the ways of the street. While being protective, Uncle Wally didn't shield him from the brutality of the street and taught how to fight and win. He instilled in him that his pride and reputation would only last until he lost his first battle. He instilled in him that when someone hit you hard, that there was no option but to get right back up and hit him harder. It was hard to imagine that his once strong uncle was now lying in a wooden box a few feet away, his once heavily muscled body replaced by a cancer ridden emaciated frame. Billy had grown up strong and determined, at the age of fourteen he was the king of the block, the one to fear and avoid if he was not your friend. It was his fourteenth year that he came to the notice Eric Hagg, a small time criminal in real terms, but big enough to be the local kingpin. Billy began his criminal career running errands for Hagg, his honesty and reliability putting him in good stead with his employer. Billy grew up fast, his body hard and muscled, an enjoyment of violence and easy money mapped out his future. At the tender age of twenty, Billy had become Billy's right hand man, a mixture of cunning and intelligence a real asset to him. It was narcotics that made Billy; he could see the ever increasing demand for drugs was going to be lucrative for suppliers. Eric watched his young protégé cast his net block by block taking more and more control of the illegal trade. As the years passed by, Billy became a rich man by local standards, although he was careful not to flaunt his financial success which had caused the downfall of many before him. Billy was twenty eight years old when Eric Hagg was shot dead by the jealous husband of his new adulteress lover. Then followed the battle for Eric's now formidable turf; it was a battle that Billy had little chance of ever winning. Billy watched as the battle between rival gangs took a savage toll. Knowing that he would always be seen as Eric's man, his loyalties would be questioned and his life therefore in danger. On a cool chilly autumn morning, Billy wisely packed his bags and left town. Had he stayed, the pickings might have been good, but not good enough to lose your life over. A year later Billy was living in sunny Miami, and little by little he began building another little empire. He set up bogus companies to hide his earnings from drugs, but was careful to keep a low profile. As the years passed by, he befriended local crime families, and worked alongside them but carefully stayed in his own little niche market. Billy soon owned a nice beachside home and nice cars, the off shore bank accounts made him a very contented man. Two wives came and went; the first not prepared to put up with his unpredictable moods and his blatant womanising. The second wife might have been willing to put up with his philandering ways, but when an unremorseful Billy shot dead two drug crazed intruders who entered their home, enough was enough. Before then, Billy had craved his privacy and resisted the need for personal body guards, but he knew those days were over. He brought in Mickey, a hard hulking ex-soldier with a propensity for violence, and Carlos a streetwise Latino who had been in his loyal employment for some years. From that time on, wherever Billy was, you could count on Mickey and Carlos not being too far away. Billy's mind wandered as the Catholic priest stood before Uncle Wally's coffin and spoke of the good in his life. Most recognised the truth was somewhat exaggerated, but nodded in respect for the deceased. It was the name of Rhea that suddenly dragged Billy back to reality, a name that he not heard for many years. He turned his head towards the isle as a tall blonde woman stood and walked towards the large organ to the left of the church. He watched as she slid effortlessly onto the stool and after pushing a few buttons, placed her hands onto the keyboards. The sound unmistakable sound of Eric Clapton's 'Tears in Heaven' flooded the auditorium causing Billy to smile, for back in the early days Uncle Wally was Eric Clapton's biggest fan. From where Billy was seated back in the middle of the congregation he recognised the beauty of Rhea McPhee. Unlike most of those he knew here, the years had been good to her. A mane of thick blonde hair cut stylishly above her exquisite facial features, the black dress hugging her curvy body. His eyes moved downwards to where her shapely calves and ankles moved effortlessly across the pedals of the organ. Billy's interest grew as he thought back to his school days. While a couple of years older than Rhea McPhee, they had attended the same high school for a time. She was stunningly beautiful back then, but seemed almost uncomfortable with her looks. The only place Rhea felt entirely comfortable in the limelight was at the piano. When it came to music, she could play anything from the classics to rock. Her parents were good Catholics too, she was often asked to play the organ in church, although what she played was always carefully scrutinised beforehand. Back then, there wasn't a boy in the school that hadn't fantasised about climbing aboard Rhea McPhee and taking her for a ride, Billy included. It wasn't from a lack of trying on Billy's part, but Rhea wanted nothing to do with him. She was fully aware of Billy's reputation and lustful intentions, and avoided him as best she could. Had an opportunity arose; Billy would have been tempted to force himself upon her. But her father was a burly tough no nonsense State Trooper, and there would have been serious consequences for him had he done so. The few times when Billy had got close and familiar, Rhea had stared him down with hardened eyes and cast him aside. One part of Billy admired Rhea for her strength of character, the other wanted to slap her to the ground. Rhea played two songs, the second as the casket was carried down the aisle to the waiting hearse. Billy joined the throng of people as they left the church, to the side stood Mickey and Carlos both smoking as usual. They flicked their cigarettes into the garden and straightened in respect as Uncle Wally was lifted into the hearse. Billy stood confidently at the top of the steps where he could be seen. He wanted people see the cut of his fine clothes, he wanted to brag of his success and remind them of their own failings. He smiled as Mickey and Carlos moved closer to him, further demonstrating how important he was to the world. He waited until everyone moved towards their vehicles as the hearse started to move away from the church. At the graveside, Billy caught sight of Rhea and moved to her side, she looked across at him briefly before turning her attention as the Priest said his last words. Billy ran his eyes over her, not missing the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand. There seemed to be less tension in the air after the casket was lowered into the grave, and people began to move away and chat. Billy mixed and mingled with those he knew; he shook hands and pretended interest of their insignificant life stories. He answered politely the questions that were asked of him. Eventually he steered himself towards Rhea who was in conversation with a dowdy woman he didn't know. "Hello Rhea, it's good to see you again." he offered politely. She turned and looked at him, "Hello Billy. I'm surprised to see you here." The woman Rhea had been talking to took one look at Billy, and turned made her way to another group leaving the two of them alone. "So how have you been?" he asked. "I'm fine Billy." "Kind of surprised to see you're still living around here, thought you'd been long gone from this shit hole by now." Her eyes blazed with anger, "Why's that Billy? This place not good enough for you anymore, or is it us?" Billy chuckled, "Look around you Rhea, it's like the living dead. There's old Johnny Fowler, remember him with his big ideas? The only thing big about him is the belly hanging over his guts. And what about Suzie Walstead, used to be a real good looker, now she looks like a beached whale." "They're still good people Billy. Better than you'll ever be." Billy's smile faded, and he glared into the insolent eyes of Rhea McPhee. He felt the rage build inside of him. "You've still got a high opinion of yourself Rhea; just remember that your old man isn't around to protect you anymore." "You threatening me Billy, cause if you are I'm not scared. Wasn't scared of you before, and I'm certainly not now. You might think yourself all high and mighty, but you're nothing to me Billy and never will be." "You're not much to me either Rhea, back then I just wanted to fuck you. I'm not sure that I'd bother now. Probably be a useless fuck." Billy watched with satisfaction as Rheas face dropped in disgust, he leaned closer before she could react and step back away from him. "I bet you like it up the arse." he whispered. "I bet that husband of yours loves to shove it right up your big fat arse just to hear you scream. Come to think of it, I might like to give you one up the arse too, what do you reckon?" Billy always prided himself on his quick reactions, but Rhea's hand lashed his face with the speed of lightening, the force knocking him of balance causing him to stumble. He heard the surprise and sniggers of those who witnessed it. He turned and looked in surprise at Rhea, a vain smile appearing on her face. "Should've done that a long time ago Billy." It took a second for the fury to build up inside him, his clenched fist lifting as he took a step towards her. But Rhea stood her ground, and stared defiantly back at him. "Go on Billy, give me your best shot." A flurry of male support headed towards Billy confident in their strength of numbers. Billy landed one good punch on one of them before the power of numbers began to overwhelm him. But the swift arrival of Mickey and Carlos evened the odds, the sight of their drawn handguns causing their swift withdrawal to a safe distance. Billy turned to find Rhea still standing in front of his face. "What are you going to do Billy now, shoot me?" she asked with pure venom in her voice. "What a big man you are Billy. Still all mouth, only difference is that these scum bags to back you up. It about time you grew up." Billy stared back at Rhea as he straightened his shirt and jacket, he smiled grimly. "I'd still like to fuck you, maybe up the arse just to hear you squeal." he whispered. "In your dreams Billy, only in your dreams." replied Rhea before turning and walking away. The humiliation of that day haunted Billy for a long time. He had never been subjected to anyone treating him that way. He'd had killed for less, and slowly but surely his rage festered inside him. He knew that he had to even the score, he wanted to hurt Rhea McPhee; he wanted to see the pain in her face for what she did to him. As the weeks passed, he knew in his mind that that he wouldn't rest until he had taken his revenge. After a great deal of contemplation, Billy dispatched Carlos to find out more about Rhea. A week later he had all he needed. She had married a farmer Brian Mitchell, and lived not far out of town. Billy rolled the name of Brian Mitchell over and over in his mind, but he was unknown to him from his old school days. The farmhouse was isolated Carlos told him, and Brian a slight man would not be too much of a problem so long as firearms were not involved. This was all good news for Billy; it was time to make the bitch pay. It was late in the afternoon when Mickey guided his Chevy into the farm driveway. Brian Mitchell was quickly removed from his tractor and punched to the ground before being restrained with nylon ties and his mouth duct taped. He was then placed into the back of the Chevy for the short drive to the farmhouse. With Mickey on one elbow and Carlos on the other, Brian Mitchell was guided effortlessly through the open back door. The look on Rhea's face was something that Billy would never forget, for she knew in an instant that something very bad was about to happen. She backed up against kitchen wall and made a grab for the wall mounted phone, but Billy was too quick and dragged her away causing her to fall to the hard wooden floor. "Please no Billy, please no, I'm sorry." she cried trying to scurry away. "Hello Rhea, it must be real good to see me again." he said taking a firm hold of her arm and guiding her to her feet. "You and me gonna have some fun. See, no one treats me like you did and gets away with it, no one." "Please no Billy, I didn't mean it. Please don't do this." Billy grinned cruelly as he looked Rhea over, a cut off tee shirt exposing tan skin above her belt less jeans and bare feet below. Her husband Brian now regaining his senses on the floor, lashed out at Mickey with his steel capped boots catching him hard just below the knee. Mickey retaliated with a brutal kick catching Brian squarely in the ribs with such force that he rolled across the floor. It took a second or two for Mickey to recover from Brian's kick, but then took two steps to him and drew his handgun. Rhea screamed as Mickey placed the barrel against his head and pushed hard. "Fuck you." Mickey yelled as he moved the barrel sideways a mere inch and pulled the trigger, the hollow nose shell just missing Brian's head, easily penetrating the wooden floor and burying itself in the dirt below, the crack of the gunshot deafening him. "Noooo." Rhea screamed launching herself at her prostate husband, only to be pulled back by Billy's tight grip of her arm. He dragged her backwards onto a chair and then knelt beside her, "So Rhea, how much do you love your husband?" She began to sob uncontrollably, but it brought her nothing but a smirk from Billy. "You're nothing but a stuck up bitch, but I'm gonna bring you back to earth." Billy whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna offer you a one time deal. I'm gonna let you fuck me, and that buys you and hubby's lives. But if you don't want to fuck me, that's fine too, cause I'll shoot you both right now without a second thought. So my lovely Rhea, what do you think?" Rhea looked at Billy pleadingly, but her big tear filled eyes only fuelled his lust. Right now there was only one thing on his mind, he want nothing more than to fuck this woman senseless. Billy smiled, "So Rhea, what's it going to be, a long life or a quick death?" Billy held her stare, and he could see the steely resolution appear in her eyes. "I hate you Billy Deacon, I hated you back then, and I hate you now. I'm a married woman, this is wrong. Married women don't fuck other men, me included, so go to hell. I'd rather die first." Billy grinned wickedly, "Hey Carlos, hold her for minute." Carlos stepped over and firmly took hold of Rhea's arm. Billy reached behind his back and removed a snub nose Colt revolver from his belt. Holding it in front of Rhea's face, Billy released the cylinder outwards and emptied the shells into his hand, then replaced only one. After securing the cylinder he spun it twice with the palm of his hand. "Ever heard of Russian Roulette Rhea? There's five chambers in this little baby, four are empty, ones not. Big question is which one. Billy knelt at Rhea's husband's side, his eyes widened as the barrel was placed at his forehead. Billy looked up at Rhea as he squeezed the trigger, her scream louder than the metallic click as the hammer fell on the empty chamber. Billy laughed; he'd made sure the loaded chamber was at the bottom of the cylinder before pulling the trigger. Brian squirmed in fear and had to be further restrained by Mickey. "This is a great game eh Rhea?" Billy chuckled as he again placed the barrel against Brian's head, "What's say we play it again." "No Billy, don't." Rhea offered in a quiet raspy voice. "I'll do it." Billy retained the snub nosed barrel against Brian's head, "Do what Rhea, what do you want to do." "You can fuck me." she replied. Billy shook his head, "Doesn't sound very appealing to me Rhea. You'll have to do better than that." She took a deep breath, "I want you to fuck me Billy." Billy smiled, "That's not bad Rhea, but I think you can do a little better. Try again." Rhea lowered her eyes to the floor for a few seconds, her breathing laboured. "Billy Deacon, I want to you to fuck me." she said in a low sultry voice. Billy got to his feet wearing a big grin, "That's much better. Well Rhea, I thought this day would never come, and seeing as you asked so nicely, I'll do it." "Two conditions Billy." Rhea said with more confidence than she felt. "First that you keep your promise to let us live, and secondly that it's just you an me. I don't want anyone else there when we do it." "You sure your husband doesn't wanna watch? Some guys get off on watching their wives gettin it on with some one else." Cold eyes suggested that his attempt on humour was lost on her. Billy shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, if that's what you want, it's just you and me." "And we get to live?" Billy's face hardened, "I may be a many things Rhea, a liar I'm not. But be warned, this all ends after we leave. If you complain to the cops, I'll be back and things will go very badly for both of you. Just remember, you two are the only witnesses and with both of you gone there's no case. I'll have a watertight alibi for today. I'll have people that will swear black and blue that me and the boys here were five hundred miles away. This is all about me getting even, once this is done, I'll leave you alone. That's a promise." The Demise of Billy Deacon "Let me hold Brian." Bill nodded at Carlos, "Let her go." Rhea knelt beside her husband and stroked his cheek, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me." she whispered before giving his a kiss on the cheek. "I love you." He tried to say something, but the duct tape across his mouth stifled any sound. With a broken heart, Rhea climbed to her feet and walked through the kitchen doorway. Billy smiled down at the prostrate Brian and grinned. "Don't worry, Rhea's gonna get the ride of her life." he said. Then he looked up at Mickey and Carlos, "Shoot him if he gives you any trouble." "No problems." Carlos replied with a smirk. "Have fun boss." Billy Deacon turned and followed Rhea; the thought that he was making the biggest mistake in his life never entered his mind. Billy guided Rhea away from the bedroom and into the lounge. While the bedroom may have been more comfortable, it's also a likely place for concealed weapons. Guns and knifes can be strategically placed under pillows, mattresses and behind headboards. Billy wasn't about to take the chance of getting hurt. Knowing that the lounge should be safe, Billy still took the time to look around, taking in the soft carpet and comfortable cream coloured lounge chairs. "This will do right here." he said flopping down into a high backed chair. Rhea if nothing else was a realist, she knew that there was no option but to do what she had to do. She was prepared to give up her own life, but not the life of the man she married and loved so much. There had been few men before she met Brian, but each had been close to her heart at the time she offered herself. Now she was going to give her body away to man she detested and shuddered in revulsion at the thought of it. But self preservation is strong instinct, and Rhea took a few seconds to consider the dreams that all married couples have. She willed herself to be strong, and told herself that other people suffered far worse fates than this. Again she shuddered as she fought back the tears, be strong she told herself, be very strong. "Okay Rhea, lets see you get your gear off." In defiance, Rhea turned away so that her back was to Billy. There was no seduction to the removal of her clothes, first it was her jeans and panties pushed to the floor; then her tee shirt and bra removed. Only then did she turn to face Billy and stare over his head through the window behind him. With her hands on her hips and her legs slightly parted, she stood still so that he could ogle at her. Billy heard himself sigh in appreciation, his eyes first fixed upon Rhea's heavy breasts, the skin pale as her nipples dark. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat, an untrimmed but neat triangle of thick dark curls sat between the top of her thighs. Her perfectly shaped legs were pale at the top, but became more tanned the lower they went. Her thighs were substantial, but toned from hard farm work. Billy licked his lips as he got to his feet. "Come here and kiss me." he said softly. Rhea took the few shaky steps to where Billy stood and looked up into his eyes before raising her mouth to his. She felt his tongue attempting to penetrate her mouth, but failed to open her mouth to allow it. He broke the kiss briefly. "Properly Rhea, kiss me properly." This time, Rhea allowed his tongue in her mouth, but had to fight the revulsion she felt. She jumped as his hands touched her, gently caressing waist, buttocks and thighs. For some time, Billy seemed to be content with the kissing and caressing, but eventually wanted more. He broke the kiss and stepped back. "Strip me." With reluctant hands, Rhea removed Billy's shirt revealing a heavily muscled chest splattered with dark hair. She took no notice of a faded tattoo that covered his left pectoral muscle. She knelt before him and removed his heavy leather hiking shoes and then his socks. She leaned backwards as if to distance herself from the large bulge in the front of his designer jeans. She undid his belt and top button, but then had trouble easing the zip over the bulge. She then closed her eyes and pulled the jeans and boxers downwards. Billy had always been proud of his cock, he was a big man, tall and wide shouldered and having a small cock would have been less than perfect. It was certainly long enough, but its girth was a substantial handful. It stood straight and proud, the circumcised head large and certainly a mouthful for any girl, his large balls hung heavily below. Billy had always prided himself on his sexual capabilities, and his fine cock had pleasured many women to orgasms. "Like to suck dick?" he asked pulling her head closer. Rhea took his cock in hand to gain a bit of control, the last thing she wanted was it thrust halfway down her throat. She was surprised at the weight of his shaft as she opened her mouth wide. She took in the knob and closed her lips around it before moving back and forth. "Tongue too." he asked. Rhea began to work his shaft slowly while coming to terms with her actions. She liked sucking her husband's cock, and was pretty good at it too. Just get this over and done with she told herself as she began to pick up speed. Billy sighed with appreciation as her tongue caressed the head and her hand began to slide over the swollen shaft. "Oh Rhea, that's real good, you sure know how to suck dick." Rhea began to experiment hoping that she could get Billy to cum quickly, the problem was that he was too big to suck for long periods of time. She maintained good hand speed while suckling just on the front of his head, her tongue tormenting the glands below. But Billy was wise to her plan and pulled away long before he got anywhere near ejaculation. He guided Rhea to her feet and kissed her, this time she allowed his tongue into her mouth. He forced his cock between her thighs and rubbed it back and forth through her slit while his hands groped her breasts. He then turned Rhea to the chair and eased her into it, then lifted each leg over the armrest leaving her pussy gaping wide for his perusal. Billy knelt between her thighs and took in the fine sight before him. For the first time he was looking at the pussy of his adolescent dreams. The curls were darker in colour than the blonde hair upon her head. The triangle of curls thinned as it parted over her pussy lips leaving them vulnerable to his gaze. Inside her lips was a light shade of pink, her clitoris just visible, and her opening a tiny narrow slit. Billy ran his tongue up the inside of one thigh and then down the other. He repeated it several times, his tongue getting closer and closer to the triangle of curls until he could resist no longer. He slipped his tongue tentatively between her pussy lips like a child evaluating an unfamiliar sweet for the first time. Rhea squirmed in the chair as his tongue probed further to explore her clitoris and her opening. "Please no Billy, I don't like it." But Billy smiled; there wasn't a woman in the world that didn't enjoy a good a pussy licking. He knew that this all about Rhea willing herself not to enjoy it, and he carried on using his favourite technique, the sucking of her clitoris and lips, and the penetration of a finger inside to find that lovely little G spot. "Billy, please stop, please stop doing that." But he kept going and going and going while enjoying the twisted frown of confusion upon Rhea's lovely face. Then he raised his face from between her thighs and guided his cock towards her pussy. He stroked the head through her curls and over her lips from side to side, then placed the eye over her clitoris and pushed gently against it. Rhea moved up the chair trying to get away, but there was no escape. "Put it in." Billy whispered. "What?" "Put my cock in." said Billy. Rhea sighed in resignation and reached down taking him in hand. Billy watched with fascination as she slid the thick head down to her opening and held it there. Billy pushed his shaft through her fingers but struck resistance at her entrance, a little more pressure was applied and he entered a mere inch. Another little push gained him nothing but a cry of pain from Rhea. "Stop, you're hurting me." Billy withdrew; dropping his face to her pussy lips he dribbled a long line of salvia and rubbed it around her entrance for extra lubrication. Okay, put it in again." he asked. Rhea again guided Billy's impatient cock to her opening, and this managed to slowly penetrate her inch by tight inch. "NO, STOP BILLY. YOU'RE STILL HURTING ME." she complained bitterly. He looked up in frustration, "Get some lube then." Rhea brushed her hair back over her shoulders, "Okay, let me up." Billy pulled away allowing Rhea to get to her feet. Taking himself in hand and stroking his cock, he watched the graceful movements of her buttocks as she walked from the room. She returned a short time later with a small black bottle, without giving him so much as a glance; she positioned herself on the chair and spread her thighs unashamedly wide. Billy repositioned himself between her thighs and slid his shaft up onto her navel, "Okay, do the honours." Rhea pulled a face as she dribbled a line of lube the length of his thick shaft and then rubbed it in. He pulled back to provide access to her pussy which also got a dollop of lube. "Okay, put it back in." he asked. Rhea dropped the lube to the floor; taking Billy in hand she guided the head of his cock to her opening. This time, his penetration was successful. Rhea whimpered as half of his shaft disappeared between her gapping lips with ease, he pulled back slowly until the head appeared before pushing inwards again. This time he slid into the hilt causing Rhea to cry out while placing her hand on his stomach to stop any further penetration. A contented Billy then began to work Rhea with long slow strokes, he grinned as he savoured her wet tightness. "How's that?" he asked taking hold of her breasts and fondling them. "Fantastic." she replied sarcastically. "Do your best and get it over with." Her comments angered Billy, until now he wanted to pleasure her into submission, but now his good intentions were being tested. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and shuffled forward, then began to slap hard into her with powerful strokes. He took satisfaction at the frown on her face and after a minute she tried unsuccessfully to twist away from him. "You're too big to do it like this." she stated. "I don't being hurt." "Be nice then." Billy suggested while getting to his feet. Billy took Rhea by the hand and led her to the couch where there was more room to play. He sat down and beckoned her to straddle him and pointed his cock upwards as she did so. The head slipped easily through her greasy slit finding her opening, Rhea placed her hands on Billy's chest and then allowed his cock to slide slowly into her. She then began to ride him taking care not to take him fully. This position allowed Billy to explore Rhea's fine attributes with his hands. He took hold of her heavy breasts and fondled them, his fingers caressing the dark nipples which hardened under his touch. Leaning forward, he suckled upon them enjoying their dimpled roughness in contrast to the white smooth skin that surrounded them. His hands then dropped to her thighs and caressed them; he liked the softness of her inner thighs that were spread across him. He leaned back onto the couch and then eased Rhea backwards so that he could get a better view of her pussy. His thick shaft was slippery with goo and now slid easily between her tight pussy lips. Now that her curls were wet and stuck to her skin, her lips and clitoris were more visible. He liked how her inner lips hugged his shaft and moved back and forth with each stroke. "You've got a nice pussy, you should shave it." he suggested. "I don't want it shaved, I like it just how it is." she replied in an uninterested voice. "Kiss me." he asked. Rhea lowered her lips and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth as he reached behind her and pulled her further up his lap. She winced as his extra length slipped inside her but continued to move up and down his shaft. "So, how do you like my big cock?" Billy asked after he broke their kiss. She looked down at him with obvious contempt on her face, "I don't." "Aw c'mon Rhea, don't be like that. Let yourself go and have some fun." "Don't be ridiculous Billy. I'm only doing this because I have to. Married women don't fuck other men." Billy laughed loudly, "I suppose you're gonna tell me that you've never fucked around on your husband. With your looks and the lack of good lookin pussy around here, I thought you'd be in hot demand." "Not everyone's like you Billy, people around here respect the sanctity of marriage." Billy laughed again, "Yeah right, I don't think you realise how many wet dreams you're responsible for. I bet half the church folk go home every Sunday and take themselves in hand fantasising about bending you over a pew and giving you a good seeing to." "Don't be disgusting, just fuck me and get this over with. I want you out of my house." Billy annoyed with Rhea's unreasonable attitude, placed his hands around her waist and guided her to a faster pace. He took some satisfaction as Rhea began whimpering with each stroke, and a smile came over him as her large breasts jiggled wildly in front of his face. He leaned forward and buried his face between them. Rhea's emotions were running all over the place, her instincts told her that she and Brian should come out of this alive so long as she kept Billy in a happy frame of mind. But as the self preservation worries waned, her anger and confidence began to come to the fore. The thought that some one else's cock other than her husband's was inside her body was hard to come to terms with. At pinch she could accept Billy kissing and pawing her, but his cock was another thing. As the minutes passed, her anger seemed raise her sexuality, and she was surprised feel the first inklings of pleasure seep through her. She tried to fight it, for it wasn't right that there was any pleasure in Billy's heinous attack on her. But his cock was large and strong, the biggest she had ever encountered. Like most women who had never experienced size, she had sometimes wondered what it would be like. She fought against the pleasure, but Billy recognised the signs. "So you do like Billy fucking you. Can't wait to tell your husband, I bet he'll be pleased to hear how you've enjoyed yourself." It was just enough to bring Rhea to her senses, her hard slap catching him squarely on the face as she jumped away from him. "Fuck you Billy, I hate you." she cried. Billy reacted with speed; he leapt angrily from the couch and caught Rhea by the wrist, then forcing her to her knees. He leaned over her and stared into her eyes, his large frame easily dominating and scaring her. "Behave yourself, you aren't out of the woods yet." he snarled. Billy's erection had begun to wilt, and he presented it to her face. She took him in hand and guided the large head tentatively into her mouth, the scented taste of the lube and her own juices mixed together almost causing her to gag. After a few seconds of sucking, she felt Billy's cock harden. He placed his hand behind her head with the intention of going faster and deeper inside her mouth, but she pulled away in disgust. "Stop it; you're too big for that." "Want do you want to do, fuck or suck?" Billy asked sarcastically Her first thought was neither, but she knew it wasn't an option. Her mind raced, which was the lesser of the two evils she asked herself? She knew that to get Billy off orally was going to be hard painful work; he was too big to suck for a long time and jaw was already aching. "How about a nice handjob?" she offered hopefully. "Nah, can do that myself. What's it to be, fuck or suck?" "Fuck." she reluctantly replied after a few seconds of contemplation. "Okay, that works for me, but you can still suck me for a bit." he replied placing his cock back on her lips. For the next few minutes, Rhea worked Billy's cock with her hand and mouth; he whispered his appreciation as her tongue flicked over the head. Then he directed her to her feet. "How do you want it?" he asked. "You want to sit on me again, or do you want me to kneel in front of you?" "I don't care Billy, just whatever works faster for you." Billy was tempted to bend her over the arm of the couch and do it doggy, but he wanted to look into Rhea's eyes as he fucked her, it was all part of the plan. He took a few seconds to ogle her body, the big breasts and the curves of her thighs exciting him further. "Sit on the couch." he said. Rhea placed herself on the edge of the couch and spread her legs waiting for Billy. She ran her finger through her pussy lips then asked for more lube. She sat disinterested as Billy applied the lube to himself and then to her pussy before guiding his cock into her. She whimpered as Billy lifted her feet from the floor and eased her knees back onto her chest. The straight angle of his cock now perfect for full penetration, and Billy pushed into Rhea with long powerful strokes which increased with speed. The loud slapping of flesh upon flesh echoed around the room mingling with Rhea's cries for mercy. Billy grinned lecherously as he watched his cock slide effortlessly between her tight pussy lips. He could feel his length touch her cervix if he pushed in real hard, but he refrained from doing so as wanted Rhea to enjoy him. He looked up at her face, her eyes closed and a frown lined her forehead. As he got closer to orgasm, Billy pulled out a little so the first few inches of his cock could enjoy the tightness of her opening. Rhea sensed he was getting close and rocked back and forth to encourage him. "Aw Rhea, what a good fuck you are, you're gonna make me cuuuum." he moaned loudly. At the last second, Billy took his shaft in hand and stroked himself furiously leaving the head of his cock just inside her warm pussy. He gasped loudly as his orgasm overwhelmed him and filled Rhea's opening with warm cum. He fired shot after excited shot into her, the sloshing of wet cum inside her loud enough for both of them to hear. His hand kept pumping until his orgasm had disappeared, and then he looked down between Rhea's wet shiny thighs. Thick globules of cum covered her curls and pussy lips, and a line dribbled downwards towards the carpet. Billy pushed into Rhea for the last time to savour her sopping pussy; then pulled out. He sat back on his haunches to admire the view. Her pussy was a mess, her battered lips gapping wide and her opening blocked with white cum. "Okay Billy, you've had your way with me, now its time for you to leave." Rhea said. But the second that orgasmic lust left Billy, his mean arrogance instantly returned. He didn't appreciate Rhea's demand, who was she to tell him what to do? He got to his feet and dragged Rhea by her hair close to his cock. He wiped cum his covered head over her cheeks and chin as she struggled to get away. "Suck it." he demanded menacingly. "Open your mouth and suck it." A now frightened Rhea recognised Billy's change in demeanour and slipped her mouth over his cock. She immediately gagged at the bitter taste of his cum, but his hand behind her head stopped any retreat. Rhea's fear and her reluctance to suck his cock excited Billy, and he found that his erection began to return. He began to rock back and forth in her mouth, and Rhea wisely took his shift in hand to stop him shoving further down her throat. As his excitement grew, Billy replaced Rhea's hand with his own and began to stroke himself making sure that her warm succulent mouth was always full. He was pleasantly surprised to feel another orgasm on the way. It had been very long time since he managed two in quick succession, something he could often achieve as an excited young man. The Demise of Billy Deacon It was with some dread that Rhea realised that Billy was going to cum again, and knew that she was unlikely to be spared a mouthful of cum. Billy's movements became more and more erratic, but his hand had a full grip of her hair forcing her mouth back and forth over his cock. She was unable to escape his cum when it arrived, the warm salty mass flooding her mouth causing her to swallow before she choked. She gagged as the revolting taste reached her taste buds, but Billy continued to pump into her filling her mouth for a second time. "That's it my little sweet." Billy whispered as he released his grip on her hair. "That's right, drink it all up." Rhea swallowed and coughed as Billy allowed his cock to fall from her mouth. She frantically tried spit out what was left in her mouth as Billy wiped his cock all over her face. "Lick it clean." he demanded. Knowing that the end to all this was now in sight, Rhea cleaned his cock as best she could with her hand before allowing it back into her mouth. She tried to ignore the lingering taste, but it was too strong and she gagged and coughed at the same time. Billy laughed at her, "Never had it so good eh, better than your husband I bet." Rhea looked up at Billy with pure hatred in her eyes, but this time wisely kept her mouth shut. He acknowledged her anger with a wink, and then began to dress himself. "Shall I send the boys in for a quickie?" he asked. "No, you promised." Rhea replied in a frightened voice. Billy laughed, "Okay, I just thought you might still be in the mood." The thought Rhea had never been in the mood never occurred to Billy as he watched as she gathered her clothes and quickly slipped them on, again with her back to him. "For a woman your age, you've still gotta killer body." he commented watching her pull her panties up her thighs. Rhea didn't answer; she didn't want Billy to see the tears streaming down her face. Billy wandered out into the kitchen to find Mickey and Carlos sitting at a table full of empty beer bottles. They had managed to put a fair dent in Brian's beer stock by the look of things. "Hey boss, how'd it go?" Carlos asked. "Fuckin great." Billy replied. "Killer body and she can sure suck a mean dick too." Billy looked over at Brian who was still trussed up in the corner, "Give you any trouble?" "Nah, quiet as a church mouse." Mickey replied taking another mouthful of beer and then burped loudly. "Got good taste in beer though, fuckin good this stuff." Rhea flew through the door and straight over to her husband ignoring the three intruders, she knelt beside him and was about to free him when Billy stopped her. "Leave him." he demanded taking her by the arm and dragging him away. "I'm going to put you in the car with us and drop you off up the road. By the time you walk back and free him, we'll be long gone. But you remember, if you go to the cops, I'll come back and kill both of you. Do you understand?" Rhea's eyes blazed with anger, but she nodded, "We won't go to the cops." Billy smiled, "That's good Rhea, because I wouldn't want to have to hurt you." A few minutes later, Billy opened the door of the Chevy and let Rhea out. Without hesitation she broke into a run back towards the farm and her husband. She ignored her own pain as tears for her husband ran freely down her face. She knew in her heart that he would be a broken man. Three months later Billy had long since forgotten about Rhea, since that day he had bedded many other women and had participated in a couple of threesomes. Business was good, in fact better than planned, and he was happy and content with his lot. The last day of Billy's Deacon's life started just like any other day. Being a morning person, he rose early and took a healthy breakfast. He liked chilled freshly diced fruit with a glass of orange juice to wash it down. He then liked to wander down the secluded beach, he enjoyed watching the gulls swooping down over the golden sands and breaking blue waters. It was the time when he did his best thinking, his mind fresh from a good nights sleep. His favourite place was a tall dune from which he would stand and gaze out to the sea for a few minutes as the warm sun floated over him warming his body. On this day, his attention was drawn to a green Toyota Previa people mover parked distantly on a grassed area adjacent to the road. It was unusual in that this particular part of the beach was mostly deserted at this time of the morning. The last thing that Billy Deacon ever did on this earth was to raise his hand to shield the sun from his eyes as he squinted inquisitively across at the vehicle. The 7.62mm cartridge left the M21 snipers rifle at a speed of 2,800 feet per second and hit Billy Deacon squarely in the chest passing through him leaving a fist sized hole in his back. The cartridge continued its murderous flight before falling into the distant cool ocean waters where it would never be found. The impact knocked Billy from his feet and was dead before his broken body hit the sand six feet from where he had been standing. Carlos and Mickey who were some distant back from Billy, recognised the sound of the gunshot dropped to the sand and wisely stayed where they were. An eighth of a mile from where they lay, Brian Mitchell, ex-special forces sniper turned farmer ran his telescopic scope over the sands through the slightly ajar rear doors of the Toyota. Not finding Carlos or Mickey, he removed his ear plugs and turned the scope back to where Billy lay. He'd seen enough dead bodies to know that Billy was never going to get up. He turned towards the driver's seat, "It's done." Rhea Mitchell turned the ignition key and started the engine, putting the transmission into drive she pulled quietly onto the road and drove away while wiping tears from her eyes. By the time they had reached the main road, the M21 rifle had been broken down into a case and hidden under a pile of farm produce. Brian climbed over into the passenger seat and reached for his wife's hand. "I love you." he said with conviction. "I love you too." she replied squeezing his hand tightly. The death of Billy Deacon was put down to rivalry in the drug world. There were a lot of people pleased to see the back of Billy, and his demise was not unexpected in some quarters. Life returned to normal for Rhea and Brian, well as normal as it could ever be. They talked about what had happened, and in some ways it brought them closer. At first there was guilt on both sides, Rhea felt she had betrayed her husband and was undeserving of his love. Brian felt that he had failed to protect her in her time of need, but as the months passed by the hurdles between them diminish in size. But it was an unwelcome knock on the door on a Wednesday afternoon that brought it all flooding back to them. Detective Winston Jola had been a homicide detective for more years than he cared to remember. He was a good detective, maybe even a great one, and he hated mysteries. He had been assigned Billy Deacon's case on the day of his murder, and he had doggedly pursued the trail of his assassin. One of Winston's talents was reading people, and his gut feeling was that he was on the right track with Rhea and Brian Mitchell. The mention of Billy's name got one of those special little reactions that he was always on the lookout for. Seated at their kitchen table, Winston removed his black leather notebook and thumbed through a few pages, then looked across at Rhea and Brian over the top of his glasses. "See, I've been following Billy's movements before he got himself shot. I know he was down here for a funeral sometime back. I took a drive down here for curiosity sake and got talking to few locals." Winston smiled across at Rhea, "Funny thing about locals in small towns is that they like to talk a lot. I got to hear about you giving Billy a slap at the grave site. What was all that about?" Rhea shrugged her shoulders nervously, "Me and Billy go back awhile. He was always trying to hit on me when we were at school. I never wanted to have anything to do with him. I was surprised to see him at the funeral, but seeing as it was his uncle being buried I should have put two and two together and stayed away. At the funeral, he told me he wanted to fuck me up the arse. I whacked him for it; then things got ugly." Winston nodded as he made a few notes in his notebook, then he turned to Brian, "What about you, how'd that make you feel." Brian held his gaze, "I wasn't there and I've never met the guy, but I don't hold with my wife being insulted either." Winston looked down at his book and thumbed back a page or two, "Brian Edward Mitchell, Captain Special Forces in Somalia and Desert Storm. Decorated sniper with thirty one confirmed kills. Pretty damned impressive if you ask me." "Did my job, no thing more and nothing less." he replied. "Do you own a gun?" Winston asked. "Yes, I've got an old thirty thirty, but I haven't fired it in a long time. You can have a look at it if you want." "Not anything that fires a 7.62 cartridge." Brian shook his head, "Those days are long gone." Winston looked over at Rhea and Winston and smiled as he snapped his notebook closed, then got to his feet and offered Brian his hand. Brian reached out across the table and accepted the offered handshake. Winston gripped his hand tightly and held it. "You know Mr Mitchell, I hate people like Billy Deacon with a vengeance. I knew Billy of old, and I reckon this world is a much better place without him." Winston said with a wry smile on his face. "I always vowed that if I ever met the man that shot Billy, I'd want to shake his hand. It's been really good meeting you two, and I hope life treats you both well." With that, Winston released Brian's hand and gave Rhea a warm smile, then turned and headed for the door. Rhea held her husband's hand as Winston's Crown Victoria negotiated the winding driveway towards the main road. "He knows doesn't he?" Rhea asked. "Yes, he does." he answered. "But its over isn't, they'll never come after us." "No, its over." Rhea turned and kissed her husband, "I love you very much." He smiled, "I love you too."