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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 14: Goodbye Mary Lou
Mary Lou was dead.
She lay in my bed, naked, on her back. Her legs were open, exposing her puckered pussy. Her eyes were closed. Her teeth and full lips were parted, to reveal a little of the pink tongue that had given me so much pleasure in the weeks since I’d fled Barbara and St. Louis for Marked Tree, a little town in Arkansas that I thought would be a refuge.
Mary Lou’s thick red hair spread to her right over the pillow. Blood had run through the fingers of her right hand, which rested between her breasts over the bullet wound in her heart. Two more wounds in her left breast, both in the wedge of whiter skin that her bikini top had protected from the sun, were brutally exposed. Rough holes the size of quarters were ripped in the tender flesh just beyond the little finger of her right hand and in the pink flesh of her areola. If her knobby, erect nipple were the center of a dial, the bullet hole would be at five o’clock. A few drops of blood had splattered onto her cheek.
I touched her unmarred right tit; the body was still warm. Of course it was; 45 minutes ago, we were making love. In the time it took for me to drive a mile to buy a six-pack and get back to my trailer in the woods, Mary Lou had been killed.
I liked her. She was 43, a waitress in the roadhouse where I got a job tending bar. She was sexy and fun, and she had a sassy way of putting off the advances of our shit-kicker clientele and making them laugh at the same time. She knew nothing of my murderous past.
It made me sad to see her dead, but it excited me, too. I unzipped and moistened my right middle finger in her mouth, then slid it between her labia, which were still lubricated with my cum. I pressed my dick into her right breast. With the leverage of my hand between her legs and my finger up her cunt, I gently rocked and vibrated Mary Lou’s corpse.
Her head rocked from side to side and her tits jiggled. The jiggling of her right one against my dick soon led to a huge erection and, a minute later, to a spew of semen across my dead girlfriend’s bloody chest.
Clap clap clap.
The performance drew an ironic round of applause from the doorway behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know who was standing there.
“Did you really have to do that, Barbara?” I said, as I zipped up.
“Probably not – but I wanted to.”
Her gun was drawn. She giggled.
“Jack, I hope it won’t hurt your feelings, but I just have to tell you: I made her eat my pussy before I killed her. Don’t you just love it when I’m bad? I know you do.”
She watched me, to measure the impact of her words. I didn’t react, Truth be told, I felt absolutely nothing. She upped the ante of her teasing by coyly licking the barrel of the gun and sensually working it into poor Mary Lou’s vagina. With her free hand, she reached under her skirt, pushed her panties aside and stroked herself. She went into a weird, hypnotic riff as she worked herself to orgasm.
“Didn’t we have good times, together, Jack? Now you’re running away, as if I were some sort of monster… . Don’t you remember how much you loved me? It’s like old times, isn’t it Jack? You, me, a gun, a dead-sexy bitch. I love this, Jack, and I know you love it too…”
Words gave way to moaning and gasping as Barbara approached orgasm. At her climax she fired once, twice. Blood back-sprayed from Mary Lou’s pussy around the gun barrel and reddened her thighs. Nasty exit wounds opened in the middle of her belly and the upper curve of her right breast, splattering blood and my recently deposited cum onto Mary Lou’s face and flame-red hair.
I stood dispassionately, arms folded, through all of this. Barbara left the gun stuck between her victim’s legs as she composed herself and straightened out her panties and skirt.
“OK, Barbara, enough screwing around. What the hell do you want?”