"It was a wonderful wedding," Alice Burton said,
kissing her new husband on the neck.
"It certainly wasn't CT, your father treated me
like a complete asshole. I hate him, by the way."
"You didn't hate the five thousand dollar check he
gave us."
"Payoff, a mere payoff. I've got my pride, you
know."
"Dad absolutely adores you," Alice said, pulling
his arm hairs. "That's why he paid for our Niagara Falls
honeymoon.
"Ouch! Hey, hey, don't mess with the driver,"
Gary said, playfully pushing her away. He kicked on the heater,
then put both hands back on the wheel. The moonlit landscape
passed by in a dream-like fashion. Upstate New York was
beautiful in the fall. It wasn't equal to Vermont or Maine, but
it was still beautiful. The moon left skeleton-like shadows on
the road.
"You didn't say that last night," she said,
grabbing his balls with an impish grin.
"It was my wedding day, they got me drunk," he
said, "why else would I bed such mouthy little bitch like you?"
Laughing, he ducked her right cross.
They settled into a comfortable silence. Gary
placed his hand on Alice's smooth, shapely leg and caressed it
softly as he drove. He still couldn't believe that such a
wonderful leg now belonged to him, in a marital sense. Her
entire body was an adult playground. He seemed to learn or find
something new each time he saw her naked. The thought made his
cock grow hard, but he decided to save such thoughts until they
reached a hotel room. He was tired of making out in the car like
two young teenagers.
"Light me a cigarette, will you CT?" CT was his
pet name for his new wife. It stood for Candy Tits. The first
time he saw her sweet, perky tits he swore they would taste like
candy.
"Sure," she said, digging their last package out
of her purse. She lit two up and passed one to Gary. She puffed
the other, then flicked the ashes into the ashtray.
Gary took a long drag from his cigarette, then
turned and rolled down the window slightly. He flicked his ashes
out through the crack in the window, then looked up to see a huge
whitetailed buck bounding across the road in front of them. It
took him a moment to realize what he was seeing, then he slammed
on the brakes. The headlights, and the squeal of brakes were too
much for the frightened deer. It leaped straight up into the
air.
"Get down!" Gary yelled as the rear of the
whitetail approached the windshield. Alice ducked. Gary started
to duck down above her, but the deer and broken windshield, hit
him full in the face. His neck snapped, killing him instantly.
The car careened off into the wide, gently-sloping
ditch, with the deer carcass still lodged in the windshield
opening. The car bounded a few times and hit an old maple tree
with a horrible, sickening crash. The sound echoed through the
quiet woods for a moment, then all was quiet.
The tree shook, raining down it's last few dead
leaves. The compacted remains of the car, and the dead buck,
rested against the old tree. Steam poured out from under the
hood. The tail lights of the car still shined into the darkness.
All forward facing lights were extinguished. The deer kicked
twice, then remained still.
Despite the horror and unreality, the world
continued to function. The moon continued to shine down on the
horrible scene, lending an absurd beauty to the abstract
unspeakable horror. Far above a jet airliner gained altitude and
turned east for the long flight to London. An owl flapped it's
wings nervously, looking around in fear, then it settled back
into it's nightly watchful vigil.
The hiss of steam, accompanied by the click of
cooling metal, slowly subsided. Inside the car nothing moved.
An uneventful hour passed with no change. The smell of burning
rubber and engine coolant perfumed the air until these too
passed.
A truck appeared far away on a hill. It picked up
speed as it descended. The musical hum of it's tires echoed off
the trees lining the road. Savoring a fresh cup of coffee, it
took the driver a moment to notice the lights in the ditch ahead.
Swallowing quickly, he slammed the cup down into the cup holder
and grabbed his cellphone.
Days later, Alice awoke to the sound of a siren.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes, then looked at the white room
around her.
"Gary? Gary!" she screamed, remembering the
accident. A nurse rushed in. A doctor appeared in minutes,
ordered a sedative, then began relating the bad news. Alice's
mother stood by, shifting from foot to foot and biting her lip as
the doctor spoke. They had asked her to relate the bad news, but
she refused. She didn't want her daughter to hate her, it was
better to hate a complete stranger.
"No!" Alice screamed when she heard about Gary.
The lonely scream echoed down the hallways of the hospital. Some
cringed, others closed their eyes, trying to tune out her shouts
and screams of outrage and horror. They knew what the sounds
meant.
Three weeks later Alice limped out of the
hospital, helped to a car by her mother. She walked like a
zombie, talking to nobody, recognizing nothing. She hated life
itself. She was too religious to take her own life, so she was
trying to will herself to death. She decided that such a thing
was a myth, otherwise it would have worked already. Life was a
cruel joke, she believed. It was said that people were tested by
hardship. She believed they were simply tested in the way that a
fly was tested by having it's wings torn off. A cruel master was
at work in heaven, one who liked to bestow pain and savagery.
The scum of the earth survived, while the good people were
slaughtered. Alice hated life and anyone who enjoyed living it.
She simply wanted to die quickly. She began contemplating
different methods of painless suicide.
"Wake up, CT," a voice echoed in her mind as her
eyes flashed open. She shot upright in the bed, looking at the
darkness around her.
"Gary?"
She waited, but heard nothing. She fell back to
her flowered pillow and cried herself back to sleep.
Three days later the same voice seemed to wake
her. The room around her looked surreal. She couldn't be sure
if she was awake or still asleep. She seemed to be awake and
aware.
"Gary?" she asked hopelessly.
"I'm trying to reach you," he spoke from far away.
"Help me."
"How?" she asked desperately.
"Will me to be with you. Reach out," he spoke,
even farther away now. In desperation she tried to will him to
her. It didn't work. After an hour she realized that he was not
there, and would not appear that night. Again she cried herself
to sleep. Again she contemplated suicide. When she looked at
the razor blade that morning her wrists began to ache as if they
had already been slit. She angrily tossed the blade into the
wastebasket.
"CT?"
"Leave me the fuck alone!" Alice screamed, without
opening her eyes. She didn't want to cry any more. She didn't
want to hurt.
"CT, you must try, sweetheart."
"Why?"
"Because I can be with you again, at least in your
dreams. We had so little time, sweetheart. Won't you try?"
"Will you come this time?" she demanded.
"Yes, reach out. Welcome me into your bed," he
sighed.
She closed her eyes and willed him to her with all
her might. Even though she expected him, she screamed at the
first touch of his hands on her hip.
"We did it, Candy Tits," he said from all around
her. His hand caressed her hip. The other rubbed her small,
shapely ass through the material of her filmy nightgown. She
began to heat up beneath his touch. It had been months since she
lost him, now through some unbelievable twist of fate, she had
him back.
"Take off your clothes," he whispered. She
quickly rolled over on her back and began pulling off her
nightgown. Her panties were nearly ripped from her body. She
hesitated, then reached for Gary.
"No, over on your side," he whispered. "Curl up
in the fetal position."
"Huh? Why?"
"Do it, it will be wonderful," he promised. Alice
reluctantly rolled over on her side. She felt a mouth nuzzling
her aromatic pussy from behind. It licked from her moist pussy,
to her fragrant ass hole, then back again. She shuddered and had
two minor orgasms in the first few minutes. Finally Gary hunched
closer, with his legs touching her back and legs, and his cock
touched her quivering pussy.
"Yes," she gasped in anticipation. She had only
made love to Gary a few times. She missed this almost as much as
she missed him.
Her moist pussy was easily accessible from this
position. She felt the tip of his hard cock touch her tender
lips, then he thrust. She screamed as a huge cock seemed to tear
her apart. It extended well up inside her. She swore it was at
least a foot long, if not longer. It felt like she was being
fucked by a horse. Before she couldn't stop what was happening,
the huge cock was relentlessly plunging in and out of her pussy
at a rapid rate.
"It hurts!" she screamed, reaching back behind her
and trying to pull away. But his hands held her in place,
clamping onto her hip like a vice.
"I told you that you'd like it," he chuckled. "It
feels big, huh?"
"It hurts!" she screamed again. Her body was
being jarred by the force of his thrusting cock. His pelvis and
hips slapped her small firm ass repeatedly. It was loud in the
room. Alice whimpered, grabbing the blankets on the bed for
support. His pistoning cock plunged in and out relentlessly,
jerking her on the bed. She screamed again as the heat and size
hurt her.
"Relax," he gasped from behind her.
"You're hurting me," she screamed again. "Stop,
Gary, please."
"Gary is not here," he said with a chuckle. "He
couldn't make it."
Alice felt the hairs stand up on the back of her
neck. Who, or what, was fucking her?
"Go away," she screamed, trying to pull away. He
rolled her over on her stomach and settled on her outthrust legs.
His cock again plunged up inside her. Thankfully it was slightly
shorter at this angle.
Alice's ass jiggled as the pelvis smacked it. Her
pussy was stretched to the limit around the huge, unearthly cock.
It was relentless, cruel and mechanical. To her horror, Alice
felt her orgasm beginning to warm her loins. How could they
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