Chapter 6

“Did they leave?”

“I don’t know when they left, Peter. But the next morning when I woke up the only people in the Junkyard were Bull, Norma Jean, Lamar, Katie, and me.”

“So, it was over?”

She laughed. “I said it was the kind of story you had never heard before. We stayed for four days. One of the reasons for the extra time was that Norma Jean didn’t want Katie to leave the Junkyard with her black eye. She didn’t want to take the chance of the State Police running across her and seeing that she had been battered. The story is far from over. As it turned out both Katie and I wanted to stay.”

Joanie and I were still naked laying side by side in bed under the covers. “You know what Peter?” Joanie said

“What?”

“I didn’t have much for breakfast this morning. Can we get something to eat?”

While the motel was nice they didn’t have a restaurant. Disappointed I asked, “Do you mean that you want to get dressed and go out?”

“No silly. It’s my town and I shouldn’t be seen with you anyway. What I was thinking of,” she raised her eyebrows, “is ordering a...”

“Pizza?”

“Rocky’s makes good pizzas, and they’ll send a couple of beers to go along with it.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Let’s put it this way Peter, Ray is a very good friend of mine.”

“So good that he would put himself crossways of the law?”

“How good is OUR friendship Peter?”

Lying in bed naked with her in the bed I understood what Joanie was talking about.

While we waited for the pizza Joanie sucked my cock, made me hard again, then straddled me. We fucked ‘til we both came. When she pulled off she cadged up and planted her slimy pussy on my mouth and let it drain. “I don’t know whether or not you like this kind of thing, Peter,” she giggled. “But if you don’t you can wash it down with the beer to get the taste in your mouth.” Her laugh was a devilishly delicious expression of her enjoyment.

With Joanie, I was finding out there were many adventures. While I had eaten my wife’s pussy enough times after I had cum inside her, I had never taken a mouthful and swallowed it. It gave me a kinky charge as I thought, this is something I’ll try with Marge and see if she might get a thrill out of it. I had never eaten a pizza naked on a bed with a woman before either. And this woman was proving to be a version of kink that I had never even considered.

Knowing more about this woman’s peculiarities than I ever would Ray had put a fully cooked bratwurst in the pizza box, with which, after it had cooled to just body temperature, Joanie had me play it like a dildo, sliding it in and out of her cunt, while she played with her clit until she came. As we ate it I couldn’t believe how the flavors of her pussy merged with the bratwurst. Much more unusual was her pussy tasting like bratwurst when I ate it.

For the next hour and a half, we had non-stop sex. Even though I had cum three times she kept sucking me ‘til I was hard again. After ejaculating inside her once she drank my cum from my condom and we enjoyed a snowball. There were no limits to this kinky woman. Finally sated we got back under the covers where Joanie went on with her story.

“When I woke up I could see by the light coming through the window that the sun was going down. Lying on my side I became aware of a large body spooned into my back. His hand was under my arm, bent limply at the wrist, and his fingers brushed my left breast. He was snoring but not loudly. It was Bull.

Coming out of my slumber slowly I urgently needed to pee. Raising my arm, I moved Bull’s hand and got up. When I walked into the bathroom its hugeness made me giggle which made me hasten more quickly to the toilet. As I looked around the huge (room isn’t the right word) aquatic center I tried to imagine how such a large expansion could be added to this old house.

Feeling relieved I came back into Bull’s bedroom and did a double take in the doorway, comparing the two rooms. “Why?” I said but was taken aback when I saw Bull sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard. I was even more startled when Bull said, “Everybody asks the same question, Joanie.”

“Why Joanie all of a sudden, what happened to Joanie-J?

“Believe it or not,” Bull went on until I did something about it, this house never had indoor plumbing. I grew up here always having to go to an outhouse and take baths in an old copper tub that we poured hot water into. So, when my dad hit the jackpot in oil and moved out he gave the Junkyard to me. I vowed that I was going to have as much water in here as possible. All the bedrooms have bathrooms with showers, even the dorm has a shower room,” he hesitated before adding, “for the guys.” He went on, “Norma Jean told me that I was getting carried away. But since money was no object I was determined to get what I wanted.” He laughed. “But nobody uses the swimming pool.”

I asked, “Is Norma Jean the woman that was in the tub with Katie?” I remembered seeing her picture in the gallery of women on the clubroom wall. It was right next to Bull’s. Another woman’s picture was on the other side of Riff’s. “Is she your ... your wife?”

“I suppose you would call her my common-law wife. We were never formally married.”

“Does she live here?”

“No Joanie. She moved out a couple of years ago.”

“So, you’re like ... like divorced?”

“No, not at all but once we became known as The Wreckers she no longer wanted to be associated with us.”

“You mean since you all became rapists?”

“There’s a lot of ‘splaining to do Joanie,” Bull quipped mimicking Ricky Ricardo, “and I hope I have enough time to convince you how stupid I have become and how sorry I am ... before you go.”

“You mean like drugging my sister and me and raping us, and beating her up?”

“I don’t expect you to believe me on this one, but I didn’t drug you. It was somebody else.” I sniffed sarcastically and jerked my head in derision. “And as for raping you; there is no question that I didn’t intend to fuck you. Whether you realize it or not Joanie you and your sister were in The Chopper for a reason, you were looking for adventure—to get some strange cock. But” he said with a sheepish grin, “I’m sure you weren’t looking for so many.”

Through the confused resentment roiling my brain, I wondered what this huge man that had made such convincingly passionate love to me was all about. He’s right though; we were looking to get laid. But this?

“As far as you are concerned, Joanie, you can take me to court and prove that I raped you. But, other than undressing you, I never touched you until you woke up. And I don’t think it was the drug that made you so wet and made you respond so eagerly to me. If the eyes are windows to the soul, Joanie, all I know is that the windows I was looking into told me you wanted me.”

In my quasi-pissed-off state, it added to my confusion when I realized that my pussy was flowing again. And imagining Bull and that woman Norma Jean coming into the dormitory and tearing Needle Dick off me while he was sodomizing me made me think JESUS CHRIST, what the HELL is going on here? I need to do something. “WHERE IS MY SISTER?”

Bull smiled. He knew Katie was in the guest bedroom with Norma Jean. It had been well over two hours since he had looked in on them. Though Katie had been sleeping he knew Norma Jean was plotting. The investment she made in the bathtub was too much for her to overlook. “She’s okay Joanie; she’s in the other bedroom with Norma Jean.”

“I want to see her; NOW.”

He knew I would need to wear something if went in there, I wouldn’t want to have gone in naked. And he knew that he should wear something as well. As he got up he took his Levi’s off the bedpost and put them on commando. Opening his dresser, he took out one of his The Wrecking Crew t-shirts (it was black with silver lettering). “Put this on Joanie, no need for you to prance around the Junkyard naked.”

After what I had been through I thought and what’s all this modesty about now?

Taking hold of my left upper arm he guided me through his bedroom door into the empty clubroom and through another door. Knocking on the door Bull said, “It’s Bull Norma Jean, Joanie’s with me. She’s checking on her sister.”

From behind the door came the muffled, “Come on in love.”

As the door opened and Bull eased me into the room I came to a halt, trying to make out the shadowy figures in the bed. Bull flipped a switch which shocked my eyes. I held up the back of my hand to shelter my eyes until they acclimated themselves to the brightness. I saw Norma Jean’s torso showing above the covers. Resting on one of her massive breasts was Katie’s head; her eyes looked dreamily at me. “Hi sis,” Katie said in a voice that sounded like she was in a dreamland.

“Obviously,” Joanie said to me, “Norma Jean had been doing more than cuddling with my sister. I couldn’t believe that Katie would be okay making it with a woman. But there was something else. Katie was askew on the bed like her legs might have been dangling off the mattress. I couldn’t see because the blanket covered her legs. But as I looked again I could see a large lump under the bed ... it was moving. Bull let go of my arm and walked to the other side of the bed. When he pulled back the cover the lump turned out to be another man, a teenage boy to be specific. He looked at Bull then at me, then at Norma Jean. His face was l wet, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He had been EATING my sister’s PUSSY”

Pleasantly shocked at what she told me I asked, “What did you think? Did you do anything?”

“I looked at Bull and stammered, “I thought you said all of the Wreckers had left the Junkyard.”

“He’s not one of the Wrecker’s Joanie. This is my son Lamar. Say hello to Joanie Lamar.”

“And who is his mother?” Bull didn’t answer my question. But, with a self-satisfied smile, Norma Jean was holding up her hand.”

Shocked I said, “Do you mean...” It was Katie who interrupted my question.

In a dreamy, sing-song voice she said, “I thought it was strange too, Joanie but believe me it’s more wonderful than you can imagine. And Lamar (she reached out and patted the boy’s head) he was so kind to me after those animals tried to kill me.” She gave an affectionate chuckle. “He washed my hair Joanie and gave me a sponge bath then made such wonderful love to me.” Snuggling into Norma Jean’s substantial breast she said, “And this,” she patted Lamar’s head again, “and this is more than you can even imagine Joanie. I just want more.”

“So, what did you think of that situation?” I asked.

“Think? I was too stunned to think, Peter, there was too much information to think about, let alone accept with just the nod of the head. It was obvious that Katie had been having sex with Norma Jean. I was a devout Catholic girl. A woman having sex with a woman wasn’t even in my realm of consideration. And here my sister had just been doing it. Finding out that Cruit was Bull’s and Norma Jean’s son Lamar was a shock. But it wasn’t the shock that this teenager was eating my sister’s pussy while his mother was doing whatever she had been doing to her. It was that in the throes of her ecstasy, Katie seemed to have completely zoned me out. I never felt so confused. So left out in all my life. I needed to talk with my sister alone to find out what was going on. But as far as she was concerned at that moment, Joanie Cavanaugh didn’t exist.”

“So, what happened?”

Bull sensed my discomfort. It was as if he was feeling it too. “We ought to leave the room, Joanie,” he said. Had I not been so shocked I think he would have stayed and joined the party with me. But it was so preposterous that I couldn’t even imagine it.”

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“Bull gripped me by the upper arm and guided me back through the clubroom and back into his bedroom. He understood what my problem was. Sitting me on the edge of the mattress he sat down beside me, put his arm around me, and said, “I’m not accustomed to a woman like you Joanie. And I’m sorry it wasn’t me who met you in The Chopper. None of this would have happened ... at least in the way it did. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t overwhelmed by the way we made love ... I know you said, “raped.” But for me, it was making love. I’ve known a lot of women Joanie but very few like you. To tell you the truth Hun, you are fantastic in bed. But it’s more than what you are doing in bed, it’s the way you give back and the way you receive. Norma Jean is like you in that regard, some women are natural at it. You are.

“Do you think he was just shining you on?” I asked.

“I did at that moment,” she said, “but I was in a difficult frame of mind. When we were first brought into the Junkyard I was like a prisoner. But Bull made me feel like an honored guest; until he dishonored me and sent me back to the wolves. When I saw what bad condition Katie was in I knew what I would be in for it. Then Needle Dick sodomized me.”

“But you said that Bull saved you from him.”

“He did. And he treated me well. We could have made love again, but I was still pissed at being held against my will. I wanted to get out of there, but it was getting dark, and I didn’t know where Katie was. Then, when I found out where she was and what she was doing with Norma Jean and Lamar I wanted to get her out before she became corrupted, like a drug addict or something.”

“So did you and Bull make it again?”

“Not for a while”

“What did you do?”

“We sat on the bed for quite a while where he told me how the Wrecking Crew and the Junkyard came about. The story was mostly normal early on. I could handle the time when it was just kind of a free love thing. Then it started getting weird; he told me how the members of the Wrecking Crew started swinging with each other’s spouses ... that he had been broken in at the age of fourteen by a group of women involved with the club. Then it got weirder when he told me how Norma Jean and Riff’s wife both broke in their sons in at the same age, for BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. I might have been over the top as far as being sexually clueless before I got married but this was just too much for me to handle.” She paused for a bit then asked, “What would you have thought Peter?”

“Remember Joanie, I write erotic stories. I’ve written stories about swinging and incest. And there are a lot of people out there who love reading it. So, what do you think now?”

“Now? That’s different, I’m an entirely different person than I was then Peter.”

It must have been an hour or so that Bull and I were sitting on the bed. He had just finished telling the story of the Junkyard when Norma Jean poked her head in and said, “We’re all gonna have some chili, do you two want to join us?

My clothes were still in Bull’s bedroom from when he had undressed me after taking me there earlier in the day. I got dressed as Bull put on his shirt, Levi’s (commando), boot socks, and cowboy boots. When we got into the kitchen the table had been set with a red and white checkered tablecloth. There was a pitcher of beer in the middle of the table—Norma Jean, Katie, and Lamar each had a glass. They were all talking and laughing. I was quiet and distrustful of what was going on. Bull asked, “So did ya’ll have a good time?” The three at the table looked at each other as if he had asked a stupid question. They chuckled and then laughed, which turned into howls of laughter.

Seeing that Katie was enjoying herself; I felt a wave of relief but refused to trust it. At least she seemed to be ok. But her eye is black and blue, and swollen. “How’s your eye, Sis?”

Katie touched her eye and winced. “I know it looks like hell Joanie, and it’s throbbing like crazy. But to tell you the truth I had forgotten about it entirely for the last couple of hours until you asked me about it. But I’m all right Sis. I’m fine. The nightmare’s over sweetie.”

The conversation among Bull, Norma Jean, Lamar, and Katie flowed easily. But I couldn’t snap myself out of my apprehension. Having boiled it all down, as the older sister I felt responsible for them being in this mess. I would have liked to have embraced our hosts as being genuine but couldn’t forget what Katie and I had gone through to this point ... and the terror I had felt. Katie, who had willingly partaken in the taboo sex and seemed to have crossed over to the dark side, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. I was ashamed of my little sister. I wanted us to see a priest, to confess our and receive absolution.