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CHAPTER TEN

Joleen sat under the hot shower for an hour. The aches in her body began to fade as her hatred grew. She finally heaved herself erect and stepped out of the shower. She knew that Harold was going to pay for this. But her first consideration was to get the hell away from this house.

The only problem was that she had nowhere to go.

Joleen considered her few friends and immediately decided that they would want nothing to do with a squabble between her and Harold. The way Willie had left, Joleen wasn't sure what her reception would be if she called on him for help.

In a flash of inspiration, Joleen called Larry's girlfriend. Katherine could help her. And Harold knew nothing of the red-haired girl since he never bothered even finding out where Larry was, much less who he was with.

Joleen dressed, careful of the many large welts that criss-crossed her body. She stumbled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. The woman tried to compose herself as best she could before calling.

She dialed the number, the phone rang several times, and then Katherine answered.

"K-Katherine? T-This is Joleen. Larry's mother."

"Oh, yeah, hi. Say, you sound pretty shitty. Is anything the matter?"

Joleen explained what had happened and how she needed some place to crash until she could begin divorce proceedings against Harold.

"Sure, Joleen. You're welcome to come over and stay at my place as long as you want." Katherine paused for a moment, then continued, "You don't think Harold'll come looking for you, do you?"

It was obvious that she was afraid of what he might do if he found Joleen in anyone else's apartment.

Joleen quickly put her fears to rest. "He doesn't even know about you, Katherine. Larry's never told him and neither have I."

"Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to have him wasted on my doorstep, you know."

"Wasted?"

"Yeah. Dusted. Bang, bang. A bullet through his head or something. I've got some pretty rough friends who might think he was trying to beat up on me if he came storming over. But if he doesn't know where I five, everything's groovy. Come on over. And better bring whatever you think you'll be needing. I doubt if you're going to be able to get back into your house for a long time."

"I'll pack a suitcase. And thanks, Katherine. I appreciate this more than I can tell you."

"No hassle, so forget it. I'll spread the word about your old man, though. He needs to be taken care of – bad."

Joleen hung up, then hastily packed a suitcase. She didn't pay much attention to what she packed. Undergarments, a couple of dresses, a pair of shoes. She remembered her toothbrush and crammed that in. She looked in the mirror after she finished dressing and saw the black eye forming. The woman shuddered at the thought of all she had been through in the past couple of hours. It seemed almost unreal. It was dreamlike, but a dream of nightmare proportions.

Joleen would have never thought Harold capable of such violence. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon. And yet she wanted revenge on him. Not only for what he'd done to her physically, but for the years of mental torture.

Keeping her locked up like a slave was another score that would have to be settled.

Joleen went out to find the car gone. She went back into the house again, called a cab, and fumed until the yellow car drove up in front of the house a half hour later.

They quickly drove across town, and before she knew it, Joleen was standing on Katherine's doorstep. She wasted no time in knocking. She was certain that the cab hadn't been followed, but Harold was a cagey bastard. He might have taken it into his head to follow her if she tried to leave the house.

Katherine immediately opened the door and let out a low "Goddamn!" In a louder voice she said, "Come on in, Joleen. God, but you look a mess."

The older woman didn't have to be told that. Katherine gasped when she saw the black eye and the nasty bruises on Joleen's once unmarked body.

Katherine vented a long sigh and said, "I think your old man's going to have hell to pay for this. If I know Willie, he'll arrange something really messy for your late husband."

"He's not dead yet, dammit!" snarled Joleen.

"Dear, I think he will be. Soon. Nobody fucks over one of Willie's girlfriends like this and lives to brag about it. I'll give you any odds you want that Harold's going to get himself wasted."

Joleen began taking off her dress. The material chafed and rubbed her raw. The welts were beginning to really bother her in spite of the care she had taken.

She told Katherine, "I hope you're right. And I hope to God nobody expects me to go to the funeral. I hate that son of a bitch!"

Katherine looked at the fine body being revealed to her. She said, "Let me get some ointment, and I'll spread it on your body. Those welts are really nasty-looking." In a moment, she had returned with a bottle of lotion. Katherine slipped the cap off and poured a generous amount of the thick fluid into her hand.

"Come over here so I can rub this in. It'll burn for a second before it works. Great stuff for sunburn, and it was some kind of a pain-killer in it."

Joleen moved her naked body over to the sofa and lay down. She stared up at the ceiling and wondered what she could do to Harold to begin to pay him back for this. He had created a very big debt that he wouldn't like paying off.

"Ouch!" Joleen cried as Katherine began to apply the lotion. "That burns like fire!"

"Take it easy for a minute. The stuff'll begin to kill all the pain, and you can relax a bit." Katherine's cool fingers seemed to linger as she began to rub the lotion into Joleen's body. Her hands caressed and fondled Joleen's tits as the girl applied the sunburn ointment.

"Hmmm, that feels soooo good!" The woman liked the feel of Katherine's hands on her body, stroking gently. The anesthetic in the lotion began to take effect, and Joleen was able to forget about the pain in her tortured body. The sensuous feel of Katherine's stroking along her body filled her mind now and replaced the bad memories of the affair with Harold.

"You have such a nice body, Joleen. So smooth and soft and tender I just love feeling it!" Katherine began applying the lotion on Joleen's belly, then went further down to her cunt.

"Damn that bastard!" the teenager exclaimed. "He even fucked around with your cuntlips. Now, does this feel better?" She gently caressed the pussylips with a dab of the oil. As she rubbed her hand over the woman's cunt, she noticed another oil gathering and mixing with that she was applying.

Joleen was turning on, the flow of her internal lubrication dribbling out of her cunt. Katherine began smearing that wonderful cunt juice around just as she had the sunburn ointment. She knew that the woman's own secretions would do her as much good as any store-bought medicine.

"Katherine… your hands feel so good… sooo goood!"

Larry's girlfriend sensed the hidden message in Joleen's words. She wanted to make love. And Katherine was more than willing.

"You poor dear," were the only words Katherine spoke before kissing Joleen. Their mouths met and pressed together in a deep kiss. Their tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouths until their saliva began to mix. Joleen tasted the mixture and was turned on by it. She gave more and more of her attentions to Katherine. It drove the bad memories of Harold from her brain.

Good thoughts were always better than bad. And anything having to do with her husband was bad.

Joleen happed Katherine's tongue between her teeth. She gently bit down while she sucked. Katherine moaned and began to run her hands over the lotion-slick body of the supine woman. Joleen felt nothing but the erotic sensations in her body. The pain-killer had done its work well.

Katherine took one of Joleen's tits in her hand and gently squeezed. The feel of the warm flesh under her fingers was incredibly sexy. Katherine began to rotate the mound of tit until the nipple cresting the marshmallow mountain came to life. When the nipple became a fiery red with the blood of Joleen's lust pounding into her boob, Katherine took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She started to rotate the little rock-hard nubbin until Joleen moaned constantly.

Stabs of sweet pain went into Joleen's chest. It didn't hurt like the beating Harold had given her. This was sweet torture, good feelings being generated in her body. Katherine's touch was feather light and sensuous, not painful.

When Katherine put her mouth to the tit and began to suck, all thoughts of Harold left Joleen's mind. She could only think about the hands roaming her oil-slick body. The feel of Katherine's mouth was indescribably nice. The sight of the fiery red hair in wild disarray around the girl's tits even turned her on.

Joleen knew that Katherine was giving her tits the attention they deserved, not the beating Harold had given them. Katherine fluttered from one tit to the other, giving both equal oral treatment.

Her tongue lashed out and taunted the marble of flesh on the tip of each tit. Katherine drove her tongue straight down and smashed it into the nipple, then pushed that nubbin around in a small circle to stimulate it. She knew her technique was working from the moans of pleasure being uttered by Joleen.

When the nipples were fully erect and aroused into fingers of crimson flesh, Katherine began to suck. She drew the nipple into her mouth. As it entered her mouth, she nipped at it lightly. She caught the nipple between her teeth and gnawed away at the resilient flesh. Joleen began to move against the soft covering on the sofa.

"Keep doing that, Katherine. It's… it's good!"

Katherine had no intention of stopping. Not now. Not after she had tasted the succulent flesh of Joleen's tits. The girl continued to suck and give the tits the tongue-lashing of their lives. While her mouth avidly sucked and pulled at Joleen's jugs, Katherine's hand strayed down to the matted jungle of the other woman's cuntal mound.

In the tangled thatch of coarse hair Katherine began to rub and stimulate the buried nerve endings. She pushed down hard on the pubic bone before moving to the softer cuntlips. Katherine's hand became drenched in the cunt juices flowing out of Joleen's joyhole. Properly greased, Katherine shoved two fingers up the woman's cunt.

Joleen jumped as if she had been shot. She cried out, "Oooohhh Damn! That hurts so good!"

Katherine was scared that she had injured the woman further. She had no idea what Harold had done to Joleen and feared that he might have injured her internally. Katherine looked at her hand and found a tiny splotch of blood on it. She couldn't possibly know that a chair leg had been shoved up the woman's cunt. But she did know that Joleen didn't seem to care about the pain.

Joleen settled back down and told Katherine, "Please, Katherine, please! Go ahead and fingerfuck me. It felt bad for a second. Then it felt good! If you do it right, I'm sure it'll be a lot better and take my mind off… off… things."

"Okay, Joleen. But I sure as hell don't want to hurt you any more than you have been already."

"You won't. You can't."

That spurred Katherine on to a fresh flurry of activity. Her hand roamed up and down the slicked track of Joleen's cunt. The teenager pushed the delicate, pink cuntlips together and held them between her fingers. She rubbed and massaged the pussylips, then found the tiny bud of Joleen's clit.

Katherine looped her oily finger around the tiny nubbin, and Joleen uttered a soft groan of pleasure as Katherine began to stroke up and down the erect clitoris. She started at the slightly broadened base and went all the way to the tiny tip. When she reached this point, Katherine pushed the button of flesh down with her thumb. It would spring back to attention, and Joleen would moan louder.

"Gooood, soooo gooood! Suck on it, Katherine! Please suck on my little clit!"

Just fondling the woman's clit was fun, a lot of fun, but if she wanted it mouthed, Katherine would be the last to deny her that pleasure. Like she was slurping up milk from a saucer, Katherine began to lap and lick away at Joleen's cuntal gash.

She tasted the wonderful salty tang of the cunt juices that lubricated the area. The bitter taste of the sunburn ointment remained, but was soon washed away from Joleen's cunt by her own juices and the avid licking tongue of Katherine.

Joleen was in Heaven again. The wet, slightly rough tongue coursing up and down her cuntlips made her feel like a woman again. She enjoyed the relaxed, yet tingling feeling in her body that was building up as a result of the tonguing. When Katherine's tongue began to play with her aroused clitoris, Joleen felt she was going to climax then and there.

The feeling died in her belly but left a warmth that suffused her entire body. When the teenager's tongue stabbed into her cunt, the woman was certain she wouldn't be able to take much more. The feel of the tongue rolling around inside her stimulated her. It made her cuntal walls ripple with lust for Katherine. When her son's girlfriend began to suck out the cunt juices that had welled up from deep inside her cunt, Joleen climaxed.

Pain and pleasure mixed together in her battered body. All of her nerves sang out a duet of good and bad. The good came from Katherine's tongue thrusting in and out of her cunt. The bad came from her injured body.

In the end, pleasure triumphed. Joleen writhed about on the soft sofa moaning and shrieking out her enjoyment for any and all to hear. She was assailed with feelings of ecstasy as the orgasm totally possessed her nerves.

Katherine continued to sample the tasty flow of cunt juice for some time. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, for she knew that Joleen wouldn't be able to do much about it.

The answer to Katherine's problem entered her apartment. Larry walked in, his face grim and drawn.

He saw the two women, his mother writhing in ecstasy from an orgasm, and Katherine eating out the woman's cunt. Larry knew then that things weren't too bad.

"Hungry, dear?" he asked Katherine.

"Yeah. And now I got an itch up my cunt that needs scratching. You don't happen to have a long, hard prick to take care of such an ailment, do you?"

"Well, you horny bitch, I just might have. I suppose you'd want it crammed up your cunt a couple times, eh?" Larry began unzipping his trousers.

"Sure would!" came the enthusiastic reply.

Joleen had recovered sufficiently from her orgasm to gasp out, "You two aren't leaving me out of this!"

Katherine looked up from between the woman's bruised thighs and said, "I think you'd better be careful, Joleen. There's some blood coming out of your cunt. Harold might have ripped up some tissue or something way up inside you. You'd better not let anyone fuck you until you see a doctor."

Larry smiled as he cast aside the last of his clothes. "That's one way of making sure you have my cock all to yourself. But it's a good argument! I think you're going to have to admit, though, it just isn't polite letting my mother sit around and watch us fuck." Then he added, "Unless she wants to sit on my face!"

"Sounds like a comfortable place… and very exciting, too!" exclaimed Joleen.

Larry sprawled on the rug in the middle of the living room floor. His cock bounced and jerked as it stuck upward from his groin like a flagpole. His prick quickly disappeared into Katherine's hungry cunt as the girl straddled his waist and lowered herself onto his huge cock.

She smiled blissfully as Larry's rigid cock slid into her hungering cunt. It felt so damned good to be filled with him again. She could sense the jerking and throbbing of his mighty shaft crammed up inside her cunt. Katherine even imagined she could feel the big blue vein along the length of his cock. But that didn't matter as much as the crammed to overflowing feeling she got every time Larry fucked into her twat.

Larry relaxed as Katherine began to bounce up and down on his cock. He watched as his iron-hard prick entered and left her gushing cunt. The pink cuntlips seemed to reach out in an erotic kiss around his cock. Then they would close on his shaft and suck him into her moist cunt.

His girlfriend began to rise and plummet down, slowly fucking herself. Larry got off just watching Katherine's tits sway and bounce around in front of her body. As he started to reach out and grab a double handful of titflesh, he found his arms momentarily pinned by another body.

His face was filled with cunt.

Joleen had gotten up from the couch and had come over to join the fun. She had taken Larry's words to heart and decided to sit on his face. His tongue fucking in and out of her cunt wasn't exactly what she wanted thrust into her, but it would have to do until she could see a doctor.

She was afraid that Katherine was right. Joleen felt needles of pain from deep inside her cunt. It was possible that Harold's use of the chair leg had embedded splinters in her cuntal walls. If so, fucking might bury them deeper into her tender flesh. She'd have to be satisfied with Larry's tongue for the moment.

But she had to admit that that was good enough for her. His tongue leaped in and out of her cunt, lapped and licked away the love juices that had boiled out of her, then began to ring her. His rough, wet tongue circled her manhole, then started on a short trip up and down her cuntlips. Her clit quivered in reaction when her son's tongue thrust against it.

Larry, however, wasn't content to stay in one place too long. His tongue continued to move. He tasted the salty delight of the juices pouring out of his mother's cunt. Those were good, succulent and normally enough to satisfy him. However, with Katherine bouncing up and down on his prick, his own lust had made such a simple pleasure inadequate.

He moved his mouth to suck on Joleen's cuntlips. He lightly gnawed at them. Not too hard, since he realized that his father had beaten her with a belt. He made sure that the oily cunt juices were properly spread around. His saliva also lubricated her entire cuntal area.

Larry played a bit with Joleen's clit and felt her strain and moan out her joy. Then his tongue dived into her cunt again for a fresh taste of her juices. Tiring of her cunt, Larry moved his tongue back along the woman's perineum and found her tiny, clenched asshole.

He tried to shove his hardened tongue up her ass, but the attempt failed. He couldn't get his face into the proper position for an easy entry up his mother's tight, hot shit chute. But he tried his damnedest to give Joleen the pleasure she needed.

Besides, Larry was being diverted by Katherine. The friction along his cock had increased immensely as she began to piston up and down with even harder strokes. She fucked herself with wild abandon now. Her well-toned stomach muscles clamped down on Larry's buried cock when her cunt totally surrounded him. Larry's self-control began to erode.

He felt like a giant hand, burning hot, had reached out and grabbed his prick. When Katherine rose off his prong, the suction created inside her cunt made Larry sure that all of his guts would be dragged out of his cock. The tiny opening at the end of his dick expanded the smallest amount. His balls thrashed around and his cock stiffened even more.

Larry's jism blasted out into Katherine's cunt. He whitewashed her walls and filled her with his creamy cum. She continued to fuck herself on his rigid prick until she got off. She had an orgasm that seized control of her body and shook her like a cat would shake a mouse.

She began to rise and fall frantically on his cock, fucking faster and faster. The friction of his cock on her cuntal walls sent Katherine soaring through a wilderness of erotic sensation. She burned. Her cunt convulsed and grabbed crazily at her already sated boyfriend's wilting cock.

All too soon, she collapsed into a heap. Katherine opened her eyes and stared at Larry. His face was still hidden by the twin moons of his mother's asscheeks. The girl could hear his slurping and lapping as he ate his mother's cunt.

Katherine let his limp cock dribble out of her soggy twat and didn't even bother trying to revive it. She decided she'd let Larry finish off Joleen, then maybe they could have a rematch. After all, it was Larry's mother who needed the tender loving care right now to make her forget her husband.

After all she'd been through, Joleen had to have her mind taken off the shitty treatment given her by Harold. Her husband would pay eventually, but now it was more important that Joleen's sexual needs be satisfied.

Larry was doing a good job of that. His tongue speared into his mother's cunt one more time. He tasted her juices, felt the ripply surfaces of her cuntal walls. Then he traced out the slightly bristly rim of her manhole before moving back to her clit. The tiny nubbin had risen up and demanded more attention.

Larry gave it his full oral attention. He licked and sucked at the clit until it was a bright cherry red. When he lightly ran his tongue over the pleasure center of his mother's body, she came amid loud shrieks of joy.

Joleen screamed out, "Aaaiiieeeee! Oh God! Mooore!"

Larry continued to tongue and suck his mother until she was sated. Totally exhausted by her sexual encounters with Katherine and then her own son, Joleen went over to the sofa and sat down, her legs spread far apart to give her well-used cunt a chance at some cool, refreshing air.

"Thanks," Joleen said, "both of you. I really needed to get all that messy business out of my head for a while and you've both managed to do that."

Larry looked up from the floor. "It's not over yet. The old man to be taken care of. I'm not letting him get away with what he did to you."

"Please, Larry. Sooner or later, I'll figure out a way to get even with that slimy bastard. I don't want you getting involved with him. Besides, it's my revenge. When I decide what I want to do, I'll do it."

"Too late. I…" Larry broke off as Willie came striding into the apartment.

He glanced at Joleen, then turned to Larry. "Did you hire some muscle?"

Larry sat upright, then stood. He looked Willie square in the eye when he said, "I paid the Mafia four bills to do a job for me. Yeah, I hired some muscle."

Willie reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet and rolled out four one-hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to Larry.

"I'm taking care of this. Nobody does to your mother what Harold Jensen did without really paying for it. Four hundred wouldn't buy you more than a good beating."

Joleen watched in silence for a moment, then said, "What's going on? What have you done, Willie?"

He turned back to her and said, "I haven't done a damn thing to that son of a bitch husband of yours. In fact, it's a real shame how clumsy he is. He's going to fall down some stairs tonight at ten o'clock. Going to break every bone in both of his hands and even impale himself on an iron-spiked fence. Through his balls."

His words fell flat and harsh.

But there was no denying that Harold had met his match and would really pay for his brutal torture of his wife.

Joleen remained silent for a while, then said, her voice low and barely controlled, "That seems to be appropriate enough punishment. Thank you."

"I take care of the people I like. And I like you. Besides, I don't want your snot-nosed kid fooling around putting out small contracts like that. Not yet." Turning back to Larry, Willie told him, "I handle the tough stuff. And don't forget it, kid!"

Larry smiled broadly. "Gotcha, Willie!"

"Yeah." The man went and sat next to Joleen, taking her hand in his. "Now what're you going to do? I doubt if Harold's going to fool around with you again so you don't have anything to worry about there. But you don't have anywhere to go."

Joleen shrugged. "I've got some money…"

"Forget it. I can put you up in style. You deserve more than that prick was giving you. Why not be my girl?"

Joleen studied Willie's wiry build and thought about how good he was in bed. Then she thought of the things he had done for her. She smiled and nodded assent.

Being Willie's mistress was worlds better than putting up with Harold.