0 comments/ 15985 views/ 0 favorites Salt & Pepper Ch. 03 By: still_goin "Come here, Pepper," she suddenly commanded, sensing that he was about to cut loose. Pepper pulled out and rapidly came to where his cock could join the dance in and around Salts slippery lips. She grasped three pair of balls together gently and pulled on them, and, like magic, semen started to spew from three cocks simultaneously, covering Salt's breasts and dripping down into her navel and pubic hair. Salt ducked down into the water to rinse off. "She sure loves cock," Freddie sighed quietly. "I resemble that comment," said Salt, emerging from the tub, water beaded over her stomach, her nipples bright red and her cunt lips, even redder, standing out boldly from behind her blond hair. Salt & Pepper; Chapter III During their regular walk to school, Salt was pestering Pepper about something he'd said to Mario. "Remember when Mario said he'd pay me $100 bucks for a fuck? Do you think he meant it?" Pepper looked at her and shook his head, and made a "you're crazy" motion with his finger, making a circle around his ear. "Well, why wouldn't you let him? I could sure use a hundred bucks. You know how much I enjoyed screwing you. Why not get paid for it?" "Look, Salt, if you really want to get paid for screwing—you know that'd make you a whore don't ya? Anyway, if that's what you want, you could get a hell of a lot more that a measly hundred. But I don't think you know what it would be like. Believe me, I've been close to the life and it can be a bitch." "Oh, come on. What's so hard about taking a guy's cock in my pussy?" "I don't want to talk about it. Not now." Salt was about to hit him with her fists, she was so frustrated. But the issue was settled conclusively when they came around the corner of Franklin Avenue and saw a galaxy of flashing red, blue and white lights arrayed on the street ahead of them. Pepper grabbed Salt and pulled her back around the corner and the two of them took off running until they were around the next corner and three blocks north of Franklin. Only then did Pepper let go of Salts arm and stop pulling her behind him. The two of them were panting from the running and could hardly speak. "That was close," Pepper gasped. "I guess we better go to school after all," Salt lamented. "I've never seen so many police cars in one place." Salt and Pepper vowed to be exemplary in their attendance for the next while. Ironically, that's why they were there to be called into the office, to be grilled by two uniformed police officers who clearly did not buy their stories of why they were absent the day of the break-in. They stone-walled it, denying everything, naively certain that the police couldn't prove anything. But Salt was shook. To understand how shook up Salt was, you only need know that she wrapped the mink stole in a plastic garbage bag and went out in the middle of the night to throw it into a dumpster behind Vons Market. The next day the principal called the two of them back to the office and told them they were the luckiest kids in the world. Judge Carter, he said, refused to grant the police a search warrant to test their DNA. He smirked as he commented, "Apparently there was lots of DNA on the bed and a, hmm, vibrating egg, whatever that is." He threw them an evil grin and let them go, knees shaking. So the two of them were good citizens, for a while, but, inevitably, one day, a little while later, Pepper suddenly grabbed Salt's arm as they walked down Grant Ave., their new route to school. "What?" Salt questioned, wondering why Pepper had pulled her to a stop. Pepper pointed across the street. "Look!" "What?" "Look at all the papers." At the end of a driveway was a paper box. It was stuffed full of all papers it would hold with a considerable overflow lying on the ground, wrapped in plastic bags. "So?" "They must be on vacation." "Pepper!" "Oh, come on. It won't hurt to look." Pepper ran across the street but Salt stood, rooted to the spot, while he walked up the drive and rang the doorbell. When nobody answered the door, he tried opening it, but it was locked. Pepper shook his head and walked up the drive and around the back. Salt looked up and down the street and, seeing no one, ran across and up the drive to follow Pepper around the back of the house. She found him looking up at the second story. She followed his eyes and saw a second story window, ajar. It was a dormer window that jutted out of the sloped roof above. Pepper grabbed a garbage can from along side the garage, put it under the eaves of the roof, and tried to climb up. He wasn't able to balance on the can until Salt finally gave him some help. After that it looked easy as he grabbed the ledge above and swung himself up onto the roof. He took a quick look around and, seeing nobody--no open windows staring down at him from the house across the way--he pushed the window open and climbed in. Moments later the back door opened and Pepper waved Salt in. It gave them such a rush to walk through the empty hallway of another deluxe mansion. It was half spooky and totally thrilling. The house was nowhere near as big as the one on Franklin but their feet rang in the emptiness and it was still nice. There were two bedrooms: a wonderful master suite and guest room. The pool was twice as big, at least, and there was a small motion picture theatre with comfortable armchairs and a bar across the back. It had been a long week since Franklin Ave, and Pepper's balls were already in an uproar of anticipation—not that Salt wasn't eager to get with it--so the two of them didn't take nearly as much time checking things out as before. Instead, they made a beeline for the master bedroom. Salt went right to a bureau and started to rifle through the drawers. It didn't take her long to find some flimsy things that she held up before her in the mirror. But Pepper didn't have any patience for that. He wanted pussy, now! Standing behind her, he put his nose behind her ear and bit her earlobe before he started to kiss the back of her neck. Meanwhile, his finger reached under the hem of her sweater and under her bra to pull sweater and bra, together, over her head so he could take her breasts firmly in hand without impedance. Salt leaned back against him and luxuriated in the sensations her breasts were telegraphing to her pussy. She was getting wet between the legs and she couldn't help flexing her pussy muscles to feel how sexy they felt as they squished together. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of Pepper's T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Pepper helped. Then she turned and hugged Pepper tight to her hot little chest. Pepper loved the feeling of her perky little nipples against his hari chest. He returned the hug for a moment, then he leaned back and fondled both breasts with firm hands. Salt loved it, almost purring with pleasure. She allowed him to have his way with her breasts for a while, but after a while she couldn't wait any longer. She reached down, hand flat against his stomach and pushed her hands down inside his waistband until her fingers found his cock, already pointing upward. She quickly unbuttoned Pepper's pants and pulled her breasts away from him as she lowered her mouth to take Pepper's cock between her lips. "I've missed you, baby," she said to his cock as she wrapped her tongue around it. Pepper had a hard time modulating his voice but he managed to say, "Let's try the bed." First he pulled Salt's hip-huggers down, following with her panties. but then he had to back up and get her shoes off before the bunched up wad of clothing would come free. He enjoyed the struggle, all the more because he was able to watch her pussy as she pumped her legs to get free of her pantaloons. Pepper looked down at Salt pussy with wonder. It was already gaping open, its red lips pouting in readiness. Salt saw his evil little grin and matched it as she looked up at him. She winked. Her pussy was already dripping and he could see her wetness glistening in the half-light of the bedroom. He was about to kneel between Salt's legs, when she said, "For Pete's sake, Pepper, take off your socks!" Appropriately naked, Pepper knelt down and ran his nose up the valley of Salt's sex, enjoying the wonderful bouquet of her secretions. Salt dug her heels into the mattress and thrust her sex at him and he obliged by running his tongue through her slot with some firmness. "Oh, yes, lover. Do it. It feels so good. I love what you do to me." Pepper's tongue was wonderfully dexterous. It snaked around inside Salt's vulva, lapping up her juices, which were flowing freely, and teasing her labia until they were fully open and pouting out. In the center of her opening blossom, her clitoris stood out like a stamen, forcing its hood aside, a white pearl in the pinkness of her pussy tissue. "Isn't it time, honey," Salt finally pleaded. "I guess," he answered and brought the tip of his prick into position. "You really want it, huh?" he teased as he felt his cock's slit rubbing up and down the groove of her pussy. He was so ready! The bulb of his helmet felt like heaven and was going to feel even better, he knew, before long. "Stop teasing, Pepper," Salt cried and at the same time, she grabbed his hips and brought an end to it. Pepper had been in control of the situation up to this point, but no longer. The exquisite feeling of Salt's honeyed pussy as it opened to make way for his cock, the wonderful feeling as the lubricious tissues as they collapsed on themselves as his cock retreated—the feeling of his cock in her pussy was more than he could take. His animal nature was in control, causing his hips to whip up a froth in Salt's pussy. It had been too long and, as a result, he couldn't wait—didn't have to wait--secure in his expectations of himself, knowing his balls would be good for two or three orgasms, easily. Salt was surprised when Pepper came, so shortly after he entered her pussy. "Already?" she asked in astonishment. "Yeah. Sorry. You're just so hot, I can't control myself around you." Pepper's cock was just a little worm at this point. Salt was far from satisfied. She reached down with her fingers and started to continue what Pepper's prick hadn't been able to finish. "I wish we had that little vibrating egg," she lamented, "DNA and all." Pepper crawled around on the bed until he was at right angles to her body. Then her bent down and sucked the outer pussy lip closest to him into his mouth and sucked on it. Salt arched her back in pleasure. "Oh, yes!" she cried. As he sucked, he prodded her clitoris with a finger and Salt's feet began to beat a pattern on the bed as she rocked back and forth in a frenzy of passion. Then Pepper smeared juices from her pussy on his thumb and started to probe her asshole, even as he commenced to suck on her clit. Slowly his thumb worked around the radius of her a-hole, dipping in her vagina regularly for more moisture, and slowly the sphincter relaxed, opened and made way for his thumb to make its way deeper and deeper inside. Pepper still had a free hand and he used it to strum Salt's clitoris with four fingers, while he probed her depths with the thumb of the other hand. Salt's sex opened like a clam. She was so hot, Pepper's cock couldn't help responding. He withdrew both hands and helped Salt up to her knees on the side of the bed. Then he took his newly erect prick and introduced it back into Salt's pussy. Her pussy was a wild thing, moving around his cock like crazy. When Pepper reintroduced his thumb in her ass again, the feelings just got more intense for both of them. When he withdrew and pushed his cock into her gaping asshole she cried with pleasure. When Pepper's fingers found her clit again and started the four finger strumming once more, she just couldn't stand it. She screamed so loud it hurt Pepper's ears, but Pepper was beyond the ability to respond to pain rationally. This was good pain. His cock never felt more randy. He felt like he could come anytime, if he wanted to. But he didn't want to. He wanted to fuck Salt until she begged him to stop and he was in control of his cock this time, sufficient to wait until he was good and ready. A cock's pounding into a pussy is certainly exciting. As a habit it can be addictive. The feeling of one's testes as they swing against the little pink asshole that lives immediately next door to the pussy does nothing but make the hormones rush that much faster through one's veins. But when it comes to pure pleasure, directly applied to an erect cock, nothing beats slow fucking. One's breath slows, even as it becomes harder to regulate one's inhalations, as all muscles become affected by the overload of nervous stimulation. Slow fucking allows one the opportunity to study the feeling as the crest of his cock-head plucks the tight sphincter of her pussy. He can concentrate on scraping the side of his cock on her entrance. He can stay inserted and rotate his hips so the base of his cock presses gently on her swollen pussy lips. As this excites her, he increases the pressure and fights to keep her horses from stampeding and running away with the buggy. Pepper especially loved to feel his cock-head push through the resistance at the entrance of her vagina and pull right back so it popped going in and popped coming out—like squeezing a watermelon seed between the fingers. Pepper loved the feeling of being in control, taking Salt's heels in his hands to maneuver her pussy—otherwise she would lose it and he wasn't ready for the final movement. Using her legs like handles, he knelt away from her, his only other bodily contact, his cock as he moved her around on it. Said penis was so sensitive at this point that he was in a state constant ecstasy. Both of them were moaning and groaning up a storm, so neither heard the sound of the outside door being opened or the noise of footsteps on the stairs. They only heard when two familiar uniformed cops thrust their guns into the room with a loud, "Ah ha! Look what we have here." Salt screamed. Pepper jumped back from the bed. Landing on his feet, hands over his cock, which was deflating rapidly. Salt grabbed the bedclothes in an attempt to cover up. Each cop took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and dangled them in his hands, teasing the two with sinister laughing. "You guys got to win the dumb prize. One good lesson wasn't enough? How many chances do you think life gives you?" "Yeah," said the other cop. "Anyone with any brains at all would know a place like this got to have an alarm." "Ah, guys," Pepper muttered, "isn't there some other way we can take care of this?" "What, you think you can bribe us?" snorted the older of the two—a white haired gent with white hair and a monumental belly. "I got some money set aside . . . " The other cop snorted. "Careful, kid. It's against the law to bribe a cop." Salt sat up on the bed, allowing the blanket to fall away. She rolled over and put her feet on the floor, and stood. "Oh, come on, you guys. Isn't there anything we could do for you to make this right?" Her slender youthful beauty looked so vulnerable. She rubbed up against the older cop, who looked like he'd been hit on the head by a brick. "No way," the younger cop said. "I hear what you're saying, but your cock is telling me different," Salt said as she reached down to stroke the evidence of his arousal. "What do you think, Jimmy?" the younger cop asked. "It's a hell of a tempting little package, ain't it, Bobby?" the older cop said. Bobby quickly cuffed Pepper to the bed frame where he struggled in vain. Tears rolled down her face as Salt quickly dropped to her knees and peeled Bobby's rigid cock out of his pants and immediately leaned down to take him into her mouth. She didn't dally, but immediately commenced to take the full length of his cock into her mouth as she fucked him avidly with her tongue, anxious to get it over. The older guy, Jimmy unzipped and started to stroke his cock. Suddenly he grabbed Salt's hair in his fist. "Give me a turn," he demanded, shoving his ugly cock into Salt's throat and making her gag. She fought like mad to get back and he only relented by withdrawing half way, but only to pound in violently, again and again, while Bobby got behind her and started to probe her pussy with his cock. Salt's pussy was still wet and open from her unconsummated fuck with Pepper, so Bobby slid in easily. Salt couldn't believe it. She was getting fucked at both ends by two old fat cops and she was even enjoying it, a little. In and out the two cock plunged. It seemed to be taking forever and Salt was wondering if they'd ever come, when she heard the sound of the door latch downstairs. "What's that?" "What?" Bobby asked, his voice strained by the exertion of accumulating passion. "I heard something." "Like hell." "I heard it too," Pepper said. "Bull shit," said Jimmy. "No, listen," said Salt. They were silent for a moment and then, clearly, heard the sound of footsteps. "Shit," said Bobby. The two cops quickly zipped up, pulling their jackets down to hide their fading erections. "You two kids, get some clothes on." Jimmy demanded, just as the door opened and two plainclothes detectives stepped in. "Well, what do we have here?" "The dumbest kids, ever," Answered Jimmy. That was the last thing said before the handcuffs clamped down and they loaded Salt and Pepper into the back seat of the detective's squad car to take them down town. Salt was frantic, and who could blame her. Pepper whispered in her ear, "Don't say a word, no matter what they ask you." "Bull shit," Salt whispered back. "I'm going to tell them the police raped me." "Whatever you do, don't do that? You do, they'll all fuck you and when they're through, they'll work you over, and you won't have your good looks anymore. When you let them fuck with you, you stepped into a different world with different rules. Just shut up, keep mum, and wait for me to take care of things." "Wait for you to take care of things? What can you do? You're just trailer trash like me." ************************ Salt & Pepper Ch. 04 "I have connections. Believe me. DO WHAT I SAY." "Shut your pie holes, you two,' growled the driver. All of Salt's systems shut down for the first 24 hours in jail. She couldn't understand why her mother didn't come get her. She didn't eat or drink. If she could have helped it she wouldn't have breathed or peed, either. She just sat on the cement floor, ignoring the cold, leaning back against the wall with her head between her legs, sobbing. Then, the second day, she was given a cellmate. Her new roommate was a foxy looking older woman, not that Salt noticed. The new roomer put up with Salt's sobbing for a while, but finally she figured, enough is enough. "For Christ's sake, put a sock in it, kid. You want them to see you grovel." Salt looked up. Truly, she hadn't been aware she had company. "Who who who are you?" she sobbed. "Call me Gracie." Salt went back to crying, but she tried to be quiet. "First time, eh?" Gracie asked. When Salt didn't respond, she asked, "What cha do?" "I'm not supposed to talk." Salt looked up at Gracie for the first time. She was mahogany colored with platinum blond hair, but her hair was ratted and her nylons had long runs in them. Her figure was good, but she clearly had some miles on her. Gracie met her eyes, "Well, you got some good advice. I wouldn't trust any old whore I shared a cell with either." "Whore? Is that what you're in for? Oh, I'm sorry. You wouldn't be smart to talk to me, either, would you?" Salt was started to get control of herself. "Well, I think I can be pretty sure you aren't a stoolie. Besides, there's no disputing what I am. I got priors and they know me well. It's a fact; if you're in the game, you're going to see a cell from time to time, and pay your dues." "I didn't know that. How can you stand it?" "Shit, honey, by the time you get where I am, you ain't got no choice. Look at me, honey. If you ever think whoring is a way to get rich, let me be a lesson." "You mean you can't get rich whoring? I thought it paid good. Why, a guy offered to pay me $150 just for a quick fuck. Ha, I don't know if he was really serious. Anyway, my boyfriend said there's no way I'd fuck him for only a hundred bucks." "Don't get me wrong, chile, there's good money to be made, but you got to be smarter than ol' Gracie." "I don't understand." "There was a time when I'd turn just one or two tricks a night—for $1500 each. That's when I was young and beautiful, like you. But I didn't save the money when I had it, and now all I'm worth is $100 a trick and my pimp gets most of that." "You pay a pimp?" "Ain't like I got a choice. Gal got to have protection in the game. Stan up, chile, let me look at you. Salt stood up and tried to show herself to good advantage, something that was hard to do, under the circumstances. "Ah, ha. Body like that, you could get major money, chile. But you needs a manager who won't take no vantage a you. Let you keep you share you earnin's. Don't let nobody mark you up with no knife." Salt and Gracie spent the next few days talking about what Gracie called the 'game.' Then, finally, they were both shackled and taken to court. It was not a pleasant education to sit in the courtroom and see the long line of prostitutes pleading out. Most of them were able to pay their fines and leave, but the ones without money were given sentences of 90 days to a year, depending on their priors. The longer this went on, the worse Salt felt. She didn't have any money, no friends. Well, maybe Gracie was a friend but she didn't really trust her, and it was sure Gracie couldn't help her. She despaired. Suddenly the door opened and Pepper walked in, accompanied by an older gent and a young woman, dressed in a pin stripe suit. Pepper and the older gent sat in the gallery while the woman, who turned out to be a lawyer, walked forward to whisper in the bailiff's ear. Then she took a seat next to Salt. "I'm Shiela. I've been hired to represent you. This should be over quickly. Don't worry." "But, but . . . " Sheila didn't give Salt the chance to respond. "Shhsssh," she said, and Salt shut up. If Pepper was in on this, then she would have faith. The bailiff walked up to the Judge and whispered in his ear. The Judge addressed Sheila, "Miss Jones, you have a petition?" "Your honor, the police have made a terrible mistake. Miss Salt Smith was arrested for home invasion. Today, the home owner returned from abroad where he'd been out of reach in a remote location and was horrified to discovered the police had arrested his niece for invading his home, but she had his permission." The owner of the home turned out to be the man who accompanied Pepper into the courtroom. He came forward and was sworn, after which he confirmed what Sheila had said. "Case dismissed!" The sweetest words ever spoken. Out on the street, Salt felt the free air and sun and bubbled over with joy. "How in the world did you manage that, Pepper?" "I know a guy who knows a guy." "And he arranged this for free?" "Not quite for free." "What do you mean? You don't have money, do you?" "Not money. I thought you'd be happy to meet with my friend and tell him how grateful you are." "How grateful I am? Does that mean what I think it means?" "You're thinking you're going to have to fuck him? Don't worry. This guy is so old he can hardly pee. Still, he loves women and likes to have them around him. Treat him right and you'll find him a warm and fun guy to be around. "Look, Salt, if you'd had to fuck him to get free, you'd have done it, wouldn't you?" Salt nodded. "Sure I would. I just don't know if I could satisfy him—you know—act like I liked him." "God, I hope that won't be a problem." It wasn't. Salt's knees were knocking together when she was ushered into see the man, even with Pepper's support she was nervous as a lamb in the slaughterhouse. But Benjamin—that was his name—immediately put her to ease with his good manners and charm. There was no hint that he thought she was obligated to him, or owed him favors. To the contrary, he treated her like a princess, asked her what she'd like to drink, offering her candy or caviar and so full of curiosity about her and her life and desires that he quickly peeled away her apprehension and had her eagerly sharing ideas and laughing at his wicked wit. Gee, Salt thought, he's really nice. I think I could like him a lot. She wondered what he'd do if she—well, there's no point wondering, she thought—she stood up and crossed the short distance that separated her seat from his, and sat on the arm of his chair. She ran her fingers through his hair. "You're a nice guy, Benji," she said. "I'm so grateful for what you've done for me. I hope it didn't cost a lot." "Not at all, not at all." "What did it cost, do you mind telling me?" "What did it finally cost, Pepper?" "Ten big ones." "Big ones? What does that mean?" Salt asked. "Thousands." "Oh, Benji. How could you? For me? That's so sweet. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" She stroked his cheek with her hot little fingers and sneaked a peak at his lap, where she was disappointed to see little stirring. The quick ducking of her head didn't escape Benjamin. "Nothing doing down there, lass. I'm afraid that mouse has finished roaring. Not that he didn't have his day. "That's so sad. Are you sure?" Benjamin looked over at Pepper and pointed at the door with his chin. Pepper stood up, steepled his fingers and made a bow, then quickly left the room. "I hope that means what I think it does," whispered Salt. "Are you sure you won't be grossed out? "Truthfully? I am not sure. But . . . Can I tell you a little secret?" "Sure." "I've been thinking that, someday you know, I might want to sell my pretty little ass, but I'm not sure I'm cut out for the work. No offense, old man, but I can't think of a better way to explore the possibilities." Benjamin looked truly offended and his whole mien changed. Salt trembled with the fear that she had made a huge mistake. But moments later, Benjamin began to chuckle, which chuckle quickly turned into a laugh and before long, Benjamin as immobilized with laughter. "Girl, you've got some nerve. That was some stinger, but I'm sure you didn't mean any harm." "Oh, no, Benji; I was just acknowledging what you've been saying all along. You're no beauty. But you're a sweety cakes, nonetheless. But let's get comfortable, can we?" Benjamin laughed and laughed, "Sweety cakes? Har har har . . . "My equipment ain't up to what you want, young lady, but I still love the sight of hot bodies. Even now, I love to run my fingers over the smooth skin of a ripe female. If you really wanted to please an old man, you might allow me to watch you as you bathe off that awful jail grime. And I hate to say so, beautiful as you are, but your make-up could use some help, too." Salt was about to step into the tub when Benjamin lightly grabbed her arm. Let me have a whiff of heaven before you wash all the scent away." "I must stink of jail. Are you sure?" His nose answered for him as it homed in on her sex. She did smell strong: pissy and sour, but so sexy. When Ben inhaled it was like a gale wind in reverse and Salt thrilled to feel his body trembling with fervor. The jetted bath was a deluxe model and Benjamin laced it liberally with bubble bath, all the better to allow his eyes to play hide and seek with her nubile female parts. When she was clean, he held a bath towel for her and watched with greedy eyes as she dried off. Then he gave her a terry cloth robe and they returned to the couch in his office. Salt was feeling warm from the bath, and even warmer in gratitude. "Let's get comfortable, shall we?" Salt ran her fingers into Ben's shirt and found his tits and pinched them. It startled him but it was a pleasant surprise. His pleasure was obvious and Salt took it as permission to start unbuttoning his shirt, which she soon removed, along with his old fashioned t-shirt. "You'd never know to see me now, but I used to be a strong man. The strongest man in this town, as many other guys learned to there ruin," he bragged. "Strongest, or fiercest?" "It's the same thing, sugar." Ben's old, arthritic fingers found the sash of her robe and tried to untie it. Salt didn't help matters by the way she thrust her breasts against him, but soon her robe hung open, revealing two small but exquisitely formed breasts. Ben took a deep breath and pulled her to him, face between her breasts as he breathed deeply of her scent. "You must have been some guy," Salt purred as she stroked has flabbly old pips. "I bet you'd like to see my cunt, wouldn't you?" "Not just see it. I want to taste it. I bet your sex smells as sweet as perfume." "I don't know about that. I haven't had any complaints." "I bet not." Salt let the robe drop off her shoulders. She was afraid Ben was going to collapse as he painfully lowered himself to his knees but he made it successfully and pushed his nose into her groin and took a deep and audible breath, sucking her aroma into his greedy nose. His old hands clenched around her fanny cheeks and pulled her hard against his face. Salt spread her legs to allow him to access with hungry fingers and nose. "You haven't forgotten how to excite a woman, old man." "I love the way you lie. Don't stop. I really love it." "No lie. Ah, Benji, I don't know if you like to eat pussy, but if you do, I think I'd enjoy it." "Let's move over to the couch, then, shall we?" "It doesn't seem fair that I'm all naked before you and you're still wearing your pants." "Ah, you don't want to see this old snake. It's not like it can stand up and please a gal like you." "Hey, no disrespect, but don't tell me what I like, okay?" "No disrespect, eh? Okay for you." Ben had already knelt down to savor Salt's pussy, but now he struggled to stand so he could drop his drawers. Salt helped him up and then her quick little fingers discovered that Ben hadn't been over dramatizing the sad state of his cock. It was a pathetic looking, flaccid little worm, resting limp against two wizened testes. It looked like a gooey duck neck, left too long on the cleaning table, dead grey and lifeless. Ben managed to settle down to his knees again and Salt was able to shut everything from her mind except the wonderful feeling of his tongue working away in her pussy. His cock might be pathetic, but his pussy eating technique is fine, she thought. "What's so sad about this," Ben said, "is that my cock is definitely enjoying this. It just can't stand up any more. But look, at least it's trying." Salt looked. His cock was still hanging down on top of his balls, but it was bigger. It no longer looked like a deflated balloon; more like a sausage, hanging between his legs. She started to stroke it with her hot little fingers and Ben gave a huge sigh. "Oh, that feels wonderful. Don't stop." It might not be hard, but it nevertheless started to ooze precum as Salt's fingers continued their good work and soon she couldn't help taking the end of his cock into her mouth and sucking the cream off the tip. "Does that feel good?" She didn't need to ask; his hips were making his pleasure quite apparent. Cock in mouth, she started to encircle his balls in her fingers, petting them softly and scratching them with her nails as she laved around his cock-head with her tongue. Then, without knowing why, her fingers followed the lump of his cock to where it grew out of his ass and began to play with the tender tissue of his anus. Years of indulgence gave his ass the appearance of a pussy, a slit rather than a ring of muscle. Her proding made his hips to start to thrust his cock toward her as if it though it could fuck her mouth. Emboldened, Salt's fingers returned to her mouth for moisture and used it to begin to work a finger into Ben's asshole, remembering how much she loved it when Pepper did this to her. Ben was shocked, but his cock felt like it was coming to life, so he couldn't complain. Salt's finger, running on instinct, returned to her mouth for more lubrication and then pushed all the way into his ass and a funny thing happened. His cock suddenly filled with blood and became hard as a rock. "Well, look what we have here," said Salt. "I bet you could fuck me now." "We better hurry. This can't last," said Ben. But it did, last, and while it wasn't the best fuck ever for Salt, it certainly was for Ben—at least the best he could remember. And while it took Salt a while to realize it, she now owned the most powerful man in the city—a grateful man. In a funny sort of way, his very gratefulness redeemed the experience for Salt. He was so avid for her once his cock stood up, that she couldn't help but vibrate in resonance with his energy. Considering how difficult it had been to excite his wizened old cock, he ejaculated relatively easily after only ten or fifteen minutes of in and out. But what minutes they were. Salt had felt the kind of thralldom a hot pussy can exert on the male psyche, but Ben gave enchantment a new meaning as each thrust and parry elicited moans of pleasure and trembling of limbs. More amazing, Ben's level of excitement, which seemed extreme at the outset, increased and his poor thin cock grew apace so that when she felt him gather for the little death at the end, she felt his cock swell inside her. It seemed determined to burst her limits. But, of course, no such thing happened; just a flood of relief as the dam burst and his cum flowed in a torrent into her procreative canal. He was heavy on her once his body lost the animation of passion. Salt was kept from wiggling out from under only by feelings of compassion. She sensed how dear these final moments of decompression were to him. Finally she began to stroke his face, causing him to become aware of her as more than a vessel beneath him. "I don't have to ask how it was for you, do I, lover?" she asked with a grin as she began to wiggle out from under. "You took some chance, girl. What do you think would have happened if my heart gave out? I doubt my vassals would have taken kindly to you." "Oh, come on, Ben. I mean, I know you're the biggest tiger in the jungle, but do you really think they'd blame me for something that was clearly the greatest gift a dying man could have?" "Honey, you may have some remote understanding of the heart, but you have a lot to learn about politics." "Politics? That's what you call it." "It will do." Somehow, Salt knew better than to pursue the question of how Benjamin's enterprises should be classified. Suddenly Benjamin struggled to his feet. "There are two bad things about lazy old prostates. You have given me a temporary respite from one of them. But now I got to piss and it ain't going to be a pleasure." He staggered out of the room. Salt hated to get into her jail-dirty clothing, but she had no alternative. After an eternity she heard the toilet flush and Benjamin returned. By now, Salt was fully clothed. "I got to go." "You do? Of course you do. Look honey, I could make you my slave, which I dearly would love to do. Don't worry, there's no way I'm going to reward that way, but is it too much to hope you might come back?" "No, of course not." Benjamin expected Salt to begin bargaining with him for some kind of 'deal,' but all she did was ask how she was going to get home. "We need to talk about your future, but not now. I badly need to rest. You make serious demands on an old man." "Oh, I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't return." Salt winked at him to let him know she was joking. "What do you think?" "You little minx. You know what I think. I'll have Pepper get in touch with you. But wait a minute. Don't go yet." Benjamin picked up the phone and whispered in the mouthpiece. Then he said, audibly, "and send Pepper in." Pepper was walking on glass when he slowly entered the room, looking around, as if he were entering a room filled with danger. "Hey, relax, Pepper. I wanted a chance to tell you that everything you said about this young lady was absolutely correct. Paying off the judge was worth every penny and I'm here to tell you the debt is cancelled." Pepper looked shocked. He'd hoped that Salt would be able to tease the old man into some sort of a second childhood crush, but Benjamin's reaction far exceeded his wildest expectation. "She's cool, eh?" "Way cool, dude." Pepper laughed. "Dude!" Someone knocked on the door. "Enter," Benjamin said. A head poked in the door, followed a moment later by the rest of a really small man, dressed in a three piece suit (with a checked vest) and natty as can be. He carried an oblong package over to Benjamin, seemingly unaffected by the sight of his boss's naked, sagging old body. "This is the best we got, Boss," he said and opened the box so only Ben could see what was inside. "I guess it will have to do, then. Come here, Salt." Salt looked at him with questioning eyes. "Come on. Come on. See if you like this? It's cold outside." Ben held up a white sable coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's lovely," she said. "Oh, it feels marvelous." She buried her face in the fur marveling at its silky smoothness. "But I can't wear this. What would people think?" "The right people will think it isn't good enough. Don't worry about the rest of them." "But . . . but . . ." "It's not like you have to wear it to school, Salt," said Pepper. "That's right, Dear," said the little man. "Take the fur safe with you and hide it in the back of your closet. Nobody has to know but us." "Is the car ready?" asked Benjamin. "It's waiting outside." "Okay, from now on, you're Pepper's driver and his first responsibility is taking care of Salt. I don't want anything happening to her." Salt & Pepper Ch. 04 "Who's going to drive you, then, Boss. Don't you want me any more?" He sounded genuinely sad. "Don't you get bored just waiting around? I haven't gone out for weeks." "Whatever you say, Boss," he said, but he still sounded sad. Salt's mind was boggling. Things were spinning out of control and she didn't know which way up was. She felt like she was floating in space, beginning when James, as the little man turned out to be named, bowed as he opened the back door of a black Lincoln Town Car. At least it's not a stretch limo, she thought. Pepper opened the door opposite and let himself in beside her. The two of them sat in silence, millions of thoughts racing through their minds, but too confused to articulate even one. Salt realized the back seat was sealed off from the front and knocked on the glass. James pushed a button on the dash and spoke into a mike, "Yes?" "Can't you lower the glass?" "There's a control on the door." Indeed there was a manifold of controls on the door: for the partition, a bar that opened on demand, radio, TV, and CD, climate controls, and God knows what else. Just before the car tuned onto Grant Avenue for the final stretch before the trailer park, a mobile phone rang in the front seat. James answered and spoke into the speaker. "We're supposed to stop off at the Mall for a minute. Help yourself to the bar. I'll be right back." He parked and disappeared for ten or fifteen minutes while Salt and Pepper played with all the controls and finally settled on beer and a DVD of a movie that shouldn't have been released, since it was still playing in first run theaters. James returned carrying two cell phones and chargers. You guys are on the family calling plan, with Benjamin and me." He showed them two additional phones that he was going to keep for the boss and himself. "Be sure to keep them charged." "We aren't allowed to have cell phones in school." "Set them to vibrate; nobody will know. You need anything, just call." "Anything?" "Well, just about anything." The car was about to turn into the trailer park, and Salt cried out, "Wait. You can't drop us off in there. Please James, drive around the corner to let us out." "Whatever you say, Miss." "Miss? Please call me Salt." "Yes, Miss Salt." Before allowing them to debark, James took a couple of minutes showing them how he'd programmed the phones. The main thing was that there was an emergency button that would ring all the phones at once. "If you're in trouble of any kind," he whispered, "push the button and then hide the phone in your pocket. We'll be able to listen to what's happening—everything you say, and the phone has a built-in GPS, so we'll know where you are." "Get serious. It's not like we have 'enemies,'" Salt whispered with a conspiratorial wink. James stopped the car, set the brake and turned to face the back seat. He looked at Salt so long that it made her uncomfortable before finally saying, "You may not have enemies, Miss Salt, but if you're Benjamin's friend, his enemies have a habit of being your enemies." "Oh." Salt couldn't for the life of her imaging what made James suddenly look so spooky. It would have been different if she had been with James and Benjamin the day before when they were visited by one of Benjamin's men, accompanying Martin DiJulio. DiJulio, it turned out wanted to put a contract on Salt. It was his house that she and Pepper had "trashed and profaned" (his words). "Let me get this straight, you want me to whack this girl because she got laid in your bed?" "My marital bed." "Isn't that a little extreme?" "I don't think so." Benjamin turned and asked James, "Is this the same girl Pepper told us about?" "Yes sir." "Okay, listen to me DiJulio, and listen good. You will not take this thing of yours any further. If you bruise the girl, I'll cut you. If you cut the girl, I'll amputate you. If you harm one hair on her head, I'll have your head. Is that clear." "Who do you think you are?" "I know who I am. Apparently you don't." He turned to James again. "Get this asshole out of here." This is what was going through James head as he wondered if he should tell Salt about it and decided not to. No point getting her all in a sweat about nothing. Salt & Pepper Ch. 05 One night Salt lay in bed thinking about the past week. Her mother had actually broke down in tears, surprising Salt, who expected her to scream. Her mother's pitiful existence had pretty much burned out any scintilla of emotion she had, so this display pierced Salt's heart. But how much could she care about a mother who she might see twice a week? Rumors were rife in school. Rumors about Salt and jail, but nobody really knew what happened. Salt was back in school, after all, so how could the stories going around be true. Then, how could you explain the black town car that delivered Salt and Pepper to school every morning and picked them up after school? She was a little bemused about it, but basically, she didn't need it. Thank God, graduation was just a month away. Salt had expected to hear from Benjamin and was surprised he hadn't called. She'd been browsing the Internet and Googling and and, as a result she had some remote idea of how her finger in Ben's ass had brought the dead back to life. Even though she'd expected to hear from him, she lived in the fear being unable to repeat her 'miracle.' And what would he do then? She didn't know whether to be glad or sad that he hadn't contacted her. Thoughts like this stole her sleep and after a while she got up, and without turning the light on, reached into the closet, found the fur safe and brought out the sable coat. It felt so good, she couldn't help striping her t-shirt and luxuriating in the feeling of the fur against her skin. Her mother was at work, as usual, and she was tempted to call Salt, when she heard a noise outside. Maybe Salt is tuned in to my brain, she thought. But Salt didn't cause metallic noises at the door when he came to visit. He knew the door lock didn't work if you lifted hard on the door. NO, SOMEONE WAS OUTSIDE WHO DIDN'T BELONG. Salt hesitated for a moment, not wanting to cry wolf, but the noise of the lock snapping from the pressure of a breaking bar resolved her hesitation and she quickly pushed the emergency button on the phone. She listened for an answer. Then she quickly stuck the phone under the pillow as she heard loud footsteps of men who were making no attempt at stealth as they ransacked the house searching for her bedroom. If she'd been clothed, she might have jumped out through the window, instead she dashed for the closet for the first clothes that came to hand—a mistake she would live to regret. She was trying to calm down enough to put her feet into her jeans when the door to her bedroom burst open with a bang and three men stalked in. A flashlight searched the wall around the door, zeroed in on the light switch, and then the room flooded with light. "That's the bitch!" shouted Martin Di Julio. He and the two teamsters with him were hooded and dressed in blue jeans. DiJulio growled, "This is the one who trashed my home and stole my wife's mink. She may have paid off the judge, but she won't be able to wiggle out of giving me satisfaction. Grab her, guys. I'm first," he yelled, confidant nobody in the trailer park would come to her aid, even if they were to hear her cry out. The two men accompanying him grabbed Salt and threw her down on the bed. "Face down or face up, Boss?" one of them asked. "Face down." Each of them grabbed a leg to spread her out for the leader, who cackled with maniacal glee as he thrust a finger into her without any attempt to lubricate her delicate vaginal membranes. It burned like fire and Salt screamed. The man laughed as he added a second finger and started to work the two of them around in her sex, enjoying the feeling of her tissues as they ripped and started to bleed. "Good, she's bleeding. Don't want to hurt my cock, sticking it into a dry hole," he menaced. She felt his fingernails dig into her thighs as he lifted her legs up and pushed his rigid cock into her opening. After the pain of his finger nails, it was almost a relief, but his cock was longer than his fingers and tore up tissue that his fingers weren't able to reach and Salt started to whimper, "Don't, don't, don't." Suddenly, he pulled out and she felt his ejaculate spraying against her back. That didn't take long, she thought. "Who's next?" she heard. The she was rudely flipped over and a new cock was thrust into her. This wasn't so bad. The damage was done and her blood, though a poor lubricant, was flowing freely. Still, the insult, alone, was humiliating and she knew there was still another to come. And now that she was on her back, she could see that the guy who was now fucking her was an enormously fat slob, and she heard the others laughing and making fun because his gross belly made it hard for him to penetrate her. He had to grab her legs and almost pull them out of their sockets as to pull himself into her. "The third man already had his cock out and was stoking it. "I'm going to fuck her ass," he bragged. Where's Pepper? she thought as her eyes frantically searched for help. She was dizzy but with the last flicker of consciousness she saw two shadowy figures creep into the room. Suddenly the head of the man riding her snapped back and his weight collapsed on her, smothering her so she missed the excitement of seeing Pepper and James flailing away on the remaining two men with lead pipes, avoiding their heads, so their enjoyment was uninterrupted by their foes' unconsciousness. Moments later, the dead weight on top of her was lifted away and Pepper pulled her up into his embrace. "Where were you? What took you so long?" Then it went dark. Salt floated to consciousness on a pink cloud of light. Her mind tried to understand and gave up. Her eyes opened to peek out into a strange room, sunlight making the drawn curtains glow. She craned her neck to look around and her eyes found Pepper. "Where am I?" she croaked. "Hospital." Her eyes moved to find Benjamin, standing at the head of the bed, James huddled beside him. "That's nice," she whispered and faded away. The next time she awoke, her head felt clear and she immediately tried to sit up, only to be frozen by the pain that radiated from her sex. Any confusion she might have felt was suddenly resolved as recollections of her rape flooded into her mind. At first she thought the room was empty and she lay there for a while, wondering what next. She saw tape on the inside of her elbows, where IV's had pierced her arms, but they were gone now. Suddenly she felt hungry. "Is anybody there?" she asked. She scanned the room and her eyes finally found the form of her mother, sleeping in a chair in the corner, next to the window. "Mom?" her voice cracked and her mother didn't stir. Suddenly the door opened and in walked James, carrying a tray, followed by a doctor, in white. "By God, Doc, you sure called it right. She is, wide awake." "No great skill necessary to know that when you withdraw sedation, a patient wakes up, hungry." "Mom," Salt asked again." "Let her sleep. She sat up with you all day yesterday and all night," said Benjamin. Salt was starving, but it took hardly any food at all to fill her. James and the Doctor stood around watching as she ate, and when she pushed the tray away, asked her to see if she could stand up. They took her arms and helped her sit on the side of the bed, held her steady when she wobbled, and finally released her to take one, two, and finally a coordinated series of steps to the window, where she drew the drapes and looked out over the city. At this, her mother started to stir. "Great view, eh?" asked the doctor. "What day is it?" "Tuesday." "So, I've been out just a day?" "Yup. That's all. Come back to bed." The doctor helped her up. "The worst of what happened is in your mind, Salt. Your vagina was damaged, but no more that some women suffer when they lose their virginity, something I understand wasn't an issue with you." "Hey, watch it, Doc." "Relax, James. This is a medical conference." "What was that!" her mother almost shouted. "Just watch your mouth. Show some respect," said James. "It's okay, James. Chill." "Chill?" "Be nice." "Okay." "Mom, can't we wait to have this conversation?" "But I don't know what to think." Her mom started to cry. "First I'm led to think you burned up in the trailer, then I discover that some strange men have taken you to the hospital and you're alive. Now they're talking about you not being a virgin." "Mom, I don't have the energy for this." Salt lay back and closed her eyes. The doctor told Salt she would be "out of action," for about a week and then would be physically okay. But he thought she should see a therapist to work through the issues. It didn't appear Salt took any notice, but this seemed to reassure her mother. The next thing Salt knew, it was dark outside and her mother was standing by the bed, shaking her gently. "Salt, Salt, honey, I've got to go to work, but we have to talk." "Yeah, I guess that's right." "Who are these men?" Suddenly her mother fell to her knees and started to cry. "What are we going to do? Where are we going to live? What are we going to do about our clothes and stuff?" "Wait until tomorrow and we can talk about it, okay, Mom. I don't want to keep you from work. You can't afford to lose your job, that's for sure." "But we have to settle some issues, young lady." "What issues? They raped me. It wasn't pleasant, but I'm not some shrinking lily who's going to let her life be ruined by a couple of assholes like that." "That's my girl," stated Benjamin as he strode into the room, followed by Pepper." "Benji!" screamed Salt as she sat quickly to greet him. Pain stabbed her in the groin and her face showed it." "Oh baby. I know it hurts," said her mother. "I'll see you tomorrow. I Promise.' After Salt's mother left, Pepper kneeled down beside her bed, "You think you hurt," Pepper said, "you should see the other guys." "What . . . what did you do to them?" "You don't want to know. Just be sure, they'll never do that again." "But I do want to know." "No you don't," said Pepper. "Goddammit. How do you know what I want?" "Show her," Benjamin growled. "Ah, don't you think we should wait until the doctor is through?" "I thought he was through," snapped Benjamin. He turned to the doctor, "Well, are you?" "I think so. If she doesn't engage in any sexual activity for a week, she should be fine—but if she shows any unusual discharge, you should contact me at once." "Show her, Pepper," growled Benjamin. His voice seemed to have only one mode, this day. Pepper turned to Salt, "you sure you want to know, honey? Can't you just take our word for it." "Are they dead?" "No, but they won't do that again." "How can you be sure?" "Oh, for pete's sake, show her," snapped Benjamin. James left the suite and came back immediately, carrying a box. Salt opened the box and suddenly all the blood left her brain and she felt faint. She closed her eyes for a moment while she summoned her strength and looked again. In the box was a gallon jar with three severed penises and too many fingers to count. "Satisfied?" Benjamin growled. Salt's stomach was empty except for the scraps of her breakfast so she didn't have much to hurl, but everything that was in her came up at once. "The wicked thing about it," Pepper's grin was maniacal, "They still got their balls, so they're going to live in torment." "You got that right. They're on their way to Algiers, right now. They'll fetch a strong price among the American haters, so their assholes will get a good workout, but their balls will give them constant torment without cocks to relieve it." Salt and Pepper were ensconced in a nice suite in a local hotel. Salt could walk pretty much pain free but she still sat down with great care and sex was unthinkable—not for psychological reasons but because her tissues were still healing. She and her mother had a very uncomfortable conversation about her moving in with her boyfriend. Her mom didn't even know she had a boy friend. For that matter, Salt hadn't exactly looked at Pepper in those terms. Her mother finally gave up arguing when Salt pointed out to her that she could move in with Frank and stop trying to believe Salt couldn't hear them fucking in the paper-thin walled bedroom next to hers. Hearing this, her mother gasped and broke down drying. "You must think I'm some kind of tramp," she bawled. "Naw, Mom. Come on. Nothing like that. I just think you're a woman who needs a man. In fact, I know exactly what it's like. That's why I have to move in with Pepper. Now that I'm a woman, I'm not about to give up having him next to me." It wasn't quite that easy, but eventually her mother gave up arguing. The fact that Salt was "out of action," meant the two of them, Salt and Pepper, had a lot of opportunity to talk. Salt also had several long conversations with Benjamin, who wanted her to move in with him. In fact, Benjamin had been damn insistent until Salt almost screamed at him, "Get this straight, old man. I am not about to accept a life of ease, living as some guy's main squeeze. I have ambition." Benjamin was taken aback. His face started to turn red. "Come on, Benji, don't take it wrong. You're a hell of a guy, and I love you—in my own way. You are going to have to accept that I have other plans." Benjamin eyes started to goggle out and his face was turning red, when Salt leaned against him and kissed him on the mouth. "Come on, Benji, don't be that way." The feeling of her body lying on his calmed Benjamin and after a few moments he started to laugh, and then he howled with laughter. When he finally was able to control his laughter, he said, "Do you have any idea what kind of a chance you just took?" "I suppose you'd cut my nipples off and put them in a jar," she asked sweetly. "I . . . I . . . shit, no, I don't guess I could do that to you. But I could make you my slave and nobody would know." "But you don't want a slave, Benji. Do you?" Her little fingers reached into his pants and squeezed his cock, which twitched. He could feel her finger nails pinching his scrotum, not painfully, but grabbing his attention nevertheless. "It's too bad your pussy is still out of action," Benjamin whispered into her ear. Salt spent the next hour slowly undressing Benjamin and kissing and licking him all over while she told him about her dreams and offered him a deal he decided was eminently satisfactory. First, he would gift her with a down payment and she would pay interest on a loan. Second, he would have the right to reserve her services one night a week. Third, she would pay him a percentage, over and above the loan payments, for protection and his connections. Somehow, talking business while having his body serviced was incredibly arousing and his cock was almost standing up, even before Salt began to probe his ass with her hot wiggling little finger, and when he came, the feeling of her lips on his cock as she sucked his semen was pure pleasure.