“Spread your legs, slut. I want to look at it.”
Shaking so hard, I could hardly move, but I did as he asked.
“Now, take your fingers and spread your pussy open for me.”
Gulping, I pulled my pussy open.
“More.”
I did as he requested. I felt the cold metal of the gun barrel as he rubbed it against my clit. Then I felt his fingers trace over my pussy. He shoved his finger inside me. Then he put it into his mouth.
“That’s one dirty little cunt you have there. Still, so sweet and tasty. You’re not a virgin, are you? You can’t be. I know you’re a little slut. I’ve heard my son tell me about all those guys you sucked off in the locker room.”
What guys? I wanted to ask. I’d never been with any other guys except my steady boyfriend, Luke.
“I used to watch you at the football games, Amber. You were the best cheerleader in the bunch. You in that tight sweater. You never wore a bra, did you? I could see your nipples clear as day. Didn’t you notice all the men staring at you? Those big boobs bouncing all around. Told my son he should be a cheerleader instead just so he could look up that short skirt of yours.”
My mouth felt dry as a desert. I remembered how Larry had always leered at me, but I always saw him as a bit of a father figure. I dismissed my concerns as being paranoid. Now I realized I’d been right.
He ran his rough, strong hands up my legs grinning. He was an attractive man when he smiled, but at this moment he sickened me.
“Come on, Amber, you know you want it. Let me show you what a real man can do.” Larry licked his lips staring at my nude body.
“You’ve got a nasty little twat there, baby. You’re just aching for a real man’s cock, aren’t you? I’ve been told I’ve got a huge one. And I’ve been waiting for five years to tear into your sweet hole.”
“Please, Larry. Don’t do this.”
He rubbed his face.
“Might scratch you a bit. I haven’t shaved in a while. It’ll be better this way so I can keep smelling that sweet pussy of yours after I’m done licking it.”
I shivered with disgust. The thought of Larry putting his tongue against my pussy was revolting.
He fell upon me then, kissing me hard. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth choking me. His hands gripped my tits so hard I cried out.
“What’s the matter, baby? You’re not used to a real man holding those jugs? You need a man with big hands to handle those babies.” He grinned again kissing his way down my body. He tossed the gun down off the bed as he kept me pinned beneath him.
“You want to see what you’ve done to me?” He unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen. The head was deep purple and throbbing.
My eyes widened. I knew he’d rip me apart with that.
“See, baby, that’s what you’ve done to me for the past five years. Always coming over here shaking your shit, jiggling those titties in my face at the bar. Now it’s time you took care of this hard cock.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. The skin was smooth, but hot and throbbing. A bit of precum oozed from the tip.
“You’re a little cumslut, aren’t you? I’ve heard Jackson and your brothers talk about how you suck off the football players. I’ve heard stories about guys coming all over your face. Jackson said you got caught titty-fucking the coach after school.”
My mind reeled. Where the hell did he come up with this nonsense? I’d never done anything of the sort!
“No, Larry, I haven’t. I’ve only been with Luke, my boyfriend. That’s it.”
Larry slapped me hard in the face.
“You lying slut. With a body like that, I know you’ve fucked and sucked your way around town. Well, now it’s my turn. My graduation present for you.”
I felt so sick I wanted to die. His eyes roamed my nude body.
He fell to the floor and buried his face between my legs. I felt his tongue against my clit. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. His whiskers were rough against my delicate skin. I stared up at the ceiling looking at the dust caked on the ceiling fan. I couldn’t believe this was happening. His large hands roamed to my chest clutching at my breasts. His thumbs rolled across my hardening nipples. The fact that my body responded to his touch made me even sicker. When my pussy became wet from his touch, I felt my body was betraying me.
He looked up at me from between my legs my juices glazed his tanned face.
“So good, baby,” he murmured. He kept staring into my eyes as he slipped his finger deep inside me. I shivered with disgust willing my pussy not to respond.
“Does that feel good? I bet you’ve had plenty of things stuffed up that hot little twat.”
His fingers twisted around and around inside my pussy.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I wanted to snap my legs closed. The room was stiflingly hot. The mattress reeked with a strange musty smell.
His fingers continued downward until he reached my ass.
“Oh, a virgin asshole? From the way my son talked I figured you’d been fucked in every hole. Get up on your hands and knees I want to see that tight, pink asshole of yours.”
I lay there not moving.
Larry reached up and slapped me hard.
“I said on your knees, slut!”
I knelt on my hands and knees somewhat relieved not to have to look at him anymore and to have my face away from that mattress.
He spread my ass cheeks wide open. Then I heard him spit and the saliva trickled down my ass and dripped off my pussy. I gagged and nearly vomited again.
“Don’t you puke, you fucking slut,” he ordered as he twisted his finger deep inside my ass. He then slipped the two fingers from his other hand deep into my pussy and started fingering both my holes at once. I leaned forward and covered my face with my hands.
“So tight,” he murmured.
He bent his head down and I felt his unshaven face against my ass. He parted my cheeks and slipped his tongue deep into my asshole. He ran his tongue back and forth between my pussy and ass.
“My God, your asshole is sweet. I’d love to shove my fucking cock in there. How’d you like that, slut? Take my hard cock up that virgin asshole?”
“Please, don’t, Larry.” I began to sob.
“God, I love it when you cry, slut. But I’m not gonna do that. I just want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
Larry pushed me face down on the bed. He turned me over on the bed. Sitting on top of me, he then pushed his cock forward. I stared up at his muscular frame bent over me.
“Wrap your hands around those jugs. I want to titty-fuck you.”
Crying as hard I could, I shook my head.
“No? Well, then I’ll just fuck your asshole then.”
“No, please, no.” I pushed my tits together. My enormous cleavage immediately swallowed his cock.
“Here, put this oil on those tits first. I want to watch you oil them up.”
He handed me a bottle of baby oil he had in the nightstand drawer. I poured the oil liberally over my breasts.
“Ahhhh, so good.” He moaned as he slid his cock back and forth between my tits.
“I’m gonna come.” He groaned. I braced myself closing my eyes.
“I want to come all over you. Then I want you to lick it up, you filthy slut.”
Larry’s cock pumped hot streams of white all over my breasts. I cringed as I smelled the acrid odor of his come.
“Now run your fingers over your tits and lick it off.”
I did as he requested nearly gagging.
Larry backed off me standing up.
I cringed waiting for the inevitable. I opened my eyes and looked straight at him. I had to think about how to get him to stop before he raped me.
“Larry, do you remember the first day my daddy brought me here? It was the fourth of July. Julie made that delicious Jello salad you love so much. I was only five years old. I was scared of the fireworks and you let me sit on your lap.”
> Larry stood there with his cock in his hand come still dripping from it.
“Remember? You were so kind to me. I never forgot that day. You were like my second daddy. I loved coming over here to play.”
His eyes softened a bit. It was working!
“Amber, you were such a pretty little girl,” he murmured.
Slowly, I closed my legs. I prepared myself to bolt as soon as I could.
“Larry, I never told you this, but sometimes I wished you were my daddy. Remember when you fixed my swing set for me? I was only seven when Mick broke it. Daddy couldn’t fix it, so you came over. I was so happy.”
Larry’s eyes misted with tears. He looked down for a moment.
As soon as he did, I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. I raced from the house and ran down the street nude screaming as loud as I could.
A neighbor heard my screams and let me inside her house. She called the police. Larry was arrested and charged with assault. He claimed he had no memory of the things he’d done to me and that he had been highly intoxicated. He later committed suicide while awaiting trial.
I never spoke to my father or Mark since that day. I gathered my things and left for Northwestern.
And now I was coming back to Chicago.
Seven
Ash
Pacing back and forth in the waiting area of the ER, I thought about my mother. I couldn’t stop seeing her lying there unconscious with the fresh needle marks in her arm. As I held her in my arms, I could’ve sworn I felt her spirit begin to lift from her body. The thought so disturbed me I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stand the thought of her dying without us having made peace with one another.
Looking around at all the people waiting for news on their loved ones, I felt their anguish. I couldn’t stand not knowing what was happening with my mother. I kept having flashbacks of when my father had fallen ill with terminal cancer. The smell of hospitals, of medicines, seeing doctors and nurses brought all that pain of losing him back.
And now I was facing losing my mother as well.
I stopped at a vending machine and purchased a bottle of water. Draining the bottle in one large swallow, I ran my hands through my hair.
All those letters my mother had written over the years. She’d really loved me, I thought. I still couldn’t comprehend what had made her leave us, but I knew she did love me.
I just had to be able to speak with her one last time.
Suddenly, the sliding doors to the ER opened and in walked Amber. She looked as beautiful as ever. Her cheeks were flushed red from the cold as she hurried to my side.
“Any news, Ash?” She threw her arms around me. I embraced her tightly inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It wasn’t lost on me that anytime I needed someone Amber was always there.
I shook my head.
“The doctor came out to speak with me earlier. Apparently, she’d been doing a ‘speedball’ as they found significant amounts of both cocaine and heroin in her system. They’ve stabilized her for the moment, but she’s still unconscious. They don’t know why.”
Amber held my hand as we walked over to a row of empty chairs.
“Oh, Ash, I’m so sorry. This must be so hard for you.”
I nodded loving the way she was holding my hand. She was so lovely, so sweet and kind. Why hadn’t I seen that all of these years? All I had ever really thought about her was either strictly professional or sexual.
“It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. You know, I haven’t seen her since the funeral. You know how that turned out. I haven’t told you this, but I just recently found all the letters she told me about in a box in my father’s attic.”
“What? So she was telling the truth?” Amber’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Yes, she was. She had, in fact, sent me a card every year for my birthday. She’d written dozens of letters. They were all unopened in a crate deep in the attic.” Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes. Quickly, I blinked them away.
“Wow, Ash, I thought she was just saying that. I didn’t realize…I mean, she left you when you were so young.”
I nodded.
“I felt the same way until I found the letters. I had to go see her. I was surprised to find her at the same address. When I walked in, I found her on the floor unconscious. Apparently, she’s been using for a long time.” I leaned forward with my head in my hands.
Amber rubbed my back.
“I know how hard this is. I lost my mother to alcohol poisoning. I don’t know if I ever told you about that.”
“I remember you saying something about that. I’m sorry that happened. It must’ve been awful.”
“It was exactly seven years next month that my mother passed. As you know, I don’t talk to my family much. I haven’t seen my family since I left for college.”
I looked at her quizzically. She never really discussed her family much.
Amber sighed heavily.
“Yes, Ash, my family was just as damaged as yours, maybe even more so. I don’t think now is the time to discuss it, but let’s just say my mother disappointed me too.”
I took Amber’s hand and held it tightly in my own. Gazing into her deep blue eyes, I found myself getting lost within them. The pain I felt was reflected in hers.
Why had I never seen it before?
Just then, a nurse walked over to us.
“Mr. Blackthorne, the doctor wishes to see you now.” I stood up and gestured for Amber to follow me.
“No, Ash, I’ll wait here if you need me.” She kissed me quickly on the cheek.
“You can come, Amber.”
She shook her head. Without saying a word, I understood. Seeing my mother like this would bring back too many painful memories of her own.
As I followed the stout, gray haired nurse, she turned to me.
“Mr. Blackthorne, if you don’t mind my saying so, your wife is such a pretty thing. She could’ve accompanied you back here.”
“Oh, she’s not my…” I stopped before I could finish.
“Thank you,” I simply replied.
“Dr. Stein will see you now.” She led me into a small room where a doctor sat behind his desk. His balding head shone beneath the lights.
“Mr. Blackthorne, have a seat.” He extended his hand. I took his clammy hand within my own.
“Call me Ash,” I replied sitting down.
“Ash, as you know, your mother, Debra, arrived unconscious due to overdose. As I understand it, you performed CPR on her?” The doctor paused to slip his glasses on.
“Yes, I did.” I leaned forward in the chair.
“Well, son, that probably saved her life. She was found to have extremely high levels of both cocaine and heroin in her system. If she had been unconscious much longer, she would’ve died.”
“How is she now?” I was anxious to know if she was all right.
“She’s awake now. She’s still not as stable as I’d like to see her, but she’s doing better. I think it’s safe to say she’ll survive, that is, if she stops using.”
“Can I see her now?” Feeling a huge weight lifted from me, I sighed.
“Yes, you may, but only for a few moments.”
“Thank you, Dr. Stein.”
“The nurse will take you to her. And son, your mother owes you a thank you. I know she wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t found her.” The doctor smiled at me.
I gave him a faint smile and followed the nurse. I never thought I’d be so happy to hear my mother was going to live. For years, I had shut myself off from her, not caring if she lived or died, or so I told myself. Now, I found myself wanting her to live.
I thought about returning to Amber to share with her the good news, but the doctor had only said I could see my mother for a few minutes. I was so anxious to talk with her.
As we walked to the ICU, the nurse nodded in the direction of my mother’s room.
“Just a few minutes, Mr. Blackthorne. She needs to rest.”
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br /> I nodded as she shut the door.
There on the bed lay my mother. Her long hair was lying in strings across the pillow. She looked so small and thin against the huge bed. An IV dripped into her arm and I couldn’t help but notice all the terrible track marks from the dirty needles on her arms.
“Debra?” I walked over to where she could see me. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Ashton? Is that you? Is that really you?” She smiled faintly revealing her badly decaying teeth. Perhaps she used meth as well, I thought sadly.
“It’s me, Debra. How are you feeling?” I went to her side and looked down at her.
“Ashton, come give me a hug. I’ve missed you so much.” She extended her frail arms up to me.
Leaning down, I embraced her. She felt so thin in my arms I could feel her ribs. They must’ve cleaned her up as I detected the scent of Betadine and soap.
“How did you find me? Why are you here?” She clutched my hand in hers.
“Debra….I found the letters.” I choked as a sob escaped my throat. I hadn’t anticipated our reunion to be so emotional.
“The letters?” She looked perplexed.
I nodded.
“Oh, you mean the letters I sent you after I left! Yes, Ashton, I told you at your father’s funeral I did. Ashler never gave them to you?”
I shook my head. Her eyes were deep hazel like my own. She had a dimple in her left cheek just like I did.
“Oh, Ashton, that’s why you never answered! I thought you hated me. Every letter I sent that you didn’t answer I thought you despised me. I thought maybe it was your way of getting back at me.” Tears began to spill down her face.
“No, Debra, I never even saw them until a few days ago. As soon as I uncovered them in Dad’s attic, I flew out here. I wanted to talk to you.”
Her eyes flooded with more tears. She gasped loudly.
“Oh, thank God! I prayed every day, Ashton, that you would forgive me. I never meant to hurt you by leaving.”
“Why did you leave?” I pulled my hand away from hers, but stayed close to her bedside.
“Sit down, Ashton.” Her voice was starting to shake.
I pulled a chair over to her side.
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