69 INCHES AND RISING

by Rebecca Steinbeck

  Jonathon pushed his tongue into her pussy and twirled it around, licking her juices into his mouth, drinking them into his heart and soul. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face hard against her pussy, demanding that he explore it deeper than he had ever done before.

  He reached up and touched his fingers to her nipples. They were erect and they weren’t the only things. His cock had stood at attention and it was ready to march on the wet cave before it, but not before he had finished exploring it with his tongue and as deep as his tongue would go.

  Soon she began to writhe in orgasmic pleasure and Jonathon drank every drop of juice that her delicious piece of fruit offered up to him. He rose to his knees with a boyish grin and she smiled, for even in the light of just the moon that shone through the window and into the bedroom she could see his seven inch cock standing tall and proud before her, begging her to touch it, suck it, and take every inch into her mouth. She happily obliged.

  Jonathon closed his eyes and allowed the pleasure he got when Serena sucked him to take him over, to envelope every fibre of his being. They had been together now for several months and while she was good to begin with she had since freed herself from the monsters in the night and given herself wholly to the man she had long loved and lusted after and had since fallen head over heels in love with. She licked the back of his cock from where it met his balls to the tip where soon a delicious mix of sperm and semen would be ejected into her pussy. Then she took it all the way into her mouth and he loved it, and he loved her and by God it was all so very good.

  She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and wanked it while sucking the top half of it. It was Jonathon’s favorite thing of all-time and he groaned with pleasure as she sucked and wanked and wanked and sucked, and then she wanked and sucked harder and harder until he was ready to explode and then she stopped wanking and sucking before he did. She laid back on the bed with her legs wide open and her pussy open even wider.

  “Give it to me, Jonathon Steel,” she said seductively, and she said his whole name because she knew that no one else in the world could because he was hers and always would be.

  Jonathon lay on top of her and guided his cock into her pussy. It gripped his cock and pulled it in until his balls smacked against her bum. She groaned as seven inches of steel filled her pussy and it was a cock that if Jonathon hadn’t made it as an author would not have been out of place on a porn set, but it wasn’t to be because he had made it, and his cock was going nowhere but deep inside Serena’s pussy.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The band of angels looked down from Heaven at the angel and the woman she was holding to her breast. They looked at each other then back at the angel and the woman. One of the angels stepped forward and raised her arms. “In the name of God, keep this woman safe from the depths of Hell and save her soul from the clutches of the Devil.”

  A blinding light pierced the dark clouds and a pouring rain fell. It smothered the flames that were leaping high into the air and the tsunami of blood thinned out and became but small puddles of red water upon the scorched earth. The angel looked up at the sky and a tear rolled down the side of her face as the blinding light disappeared and the dark clouds swirled again. Then she looked around her. The fires were out but they were not yet free. The tsunami of blood had been tamed but there would be more blood shed before their time to escape would come. The angel unwrapped her wings and arms from around the woman at her breast and looked at her face. It was stained with the tracks of tears and the fear that her life had been lost forever.

  “What is your name, child?” the angel asked.

  The woman looked around. She wanted to remember something she had long forgotten but couldn’t. She climbed to her feet and looked at the puddles of blood red water on the ground. She looked confused. “I don’t . . . know.” She kneeled at the edge of one of the puddles and ran her fingers across its surface. Ripples spread from the center of the puddle to its edge and she could easily have been kneeling at the edge of the pond that was but a stone’s throw from the back door of her house. But she wasn’t. She looked at her hand and it was red with blood. She looked up at the man who had shot her and she cried. The pain was ferocious, but the idea that the man she had secretly loved for a very long time and who she had been having a torrid affair with would do this was many times more painful than the bullet he had hit her with in the chest.

  The angel leaned toward the woman and rested a hand on her shoulder. This frightened the woman and she jumped. She lost her footing and toppled over onto the scorched earth. She reached out to the angel who was trying hard not to cry because she knew this woman and she wanted her to reach Heaven, but the woman wasn’t there yet and it broke the angel’s heart. The angel shook her head and aimed herself like a bullet at the dark clouds above. She pulled the trigger and took off, leaving the woman to fend for herself. The woman looked around at the scorched earth and the puddles of blood red water then up at the dark clouds as the angel disappeared into them. She sat on the ground, pulled her legs to her chest, and rocked back and forth like a baby. Soon the tears flowed like a river and she not only rocked back and forth like a baby but she was crying like one too.

  The Devil sent for a demon to devour her once and for all, and the chosen one flapped its black wings through the air excitedly. It drooled a wicked mix of blood and pus and it licked its lips in readiness for the meal it would soon have. It took off and soon it approached the woman from behind. The woman kept on rocking and kept on crying, not hearing or seeing the demon that was coming up behind her. Nor did she probably care that it was.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Jonathon and Serena lay in each other’s arms. The light of the moon shone through the window and it glowed an angelic white.

  “I love you,” Serena said, running her palm across Jonathon’s chest.

  Jonathon smiled. He knew where he had been and what he had come through to get where he was. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that where he was would include such a beautiful soul as that which belonged to the woman in his arms. He turned to her and, with every beat of his heart beating for her, replied, “I love you too.”

  Just then the phone rang in the other room. It rang out then rang again. It rang out a second time and Jonathon and Serena went to sleep where they would dream of more love and of more dreams they hoped would soon come true. Never in his wildest dreams did he think the news at the other end of the call could be so bad.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The wind picked up and the stench of putrid air grew to a powerful crescendo, and soon the flapping of the demon’s wings was smacking hard against the dead woman’s heart. She turned to see a great many razor-sharp teeth snapping at her, ready to devour her soul and chew it up and spit it into the deeper depths of Hell. The woman stood up and faced the demon and she smiled because she was already dead so how bad could it be?

  The demon opened its jaws wide and it towered above the woman like a great oak that touched the sky above. Suddenly it dawned on her that it could be not just bad, but real bad. She raised her arms over head and she screamed. The demon sprayed the blood of a thousand dead men over her, and its teeth, which were like the blades of swords snapping at her, sunk deep into her flesh. They ripped and tore at it then sunk into her heart and at last her soul and then there was nothing left but the teeth of the demon which were covered in the woman’s blood.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The phone rang again and Jonathon woke up and looked at the clock on the table next to his bed. It was four a.m. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “This had better be good.”

  He climbed out of bed and grabbed his gown and wrapped it around him. He caught a glimpse of Serena out of the corner of his eye and she was sleeping like an angel. She was beautiful like one too. He went up the hall to the lounge and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

  “Jonathon Steel?”

  Panic tapped him on the shoulder. He didn’t recognize the voice and hi
s was a private number. He made it private long ago because he was rich and famous and some nut job got hold of his old one and rang him and rang him and rang him and then he came to his house and broke into it. Jonathon was in the kitchen and the nut job told him he had a bomb and was going to blow him up because he wanted to be famous too. In the words of the Devil, the nut job said, “What better way to become famous than to blow someone up who’s already famous?” Either that or shoot them dead like Mark Chapman shot John Lennon in the chest for no other reason than John Lennon was better known than him. After all, killing John Lennon would get him on the same front page as the one a dead John Lennon would be on having just been shot dead by some lunatic pretending to be a fan. That he would also go to jail didn’t bother him one little bit.

  “Who is this?” Jonathon asked.

  “Police Detective Paul Sharman. I have some bad news.”

  Jonathon took a deep breath and sat down. “Is it my mom?”

  He didn’t know why he thought of his mother, except she was the only one he could think of that something so bad might have happened to that the police would bother ringing him at four a.m.

  “She’s dead, son.”

  A tear came to Jonathon’s eye. All the money in the world, and he had plenty of it, didn’t mean a thing right now. Nor did the mansion he and Serena shared and nor did the BMW parked in the garage. He looked around the lounge and saw the sixty inch television and the painting by Andy Warhol he bought on a whim and for which he had been offered twice as much as what he paid and the answer he gave the guy was no. A big fat one. Now, none of it meant anything. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. “When did it happen?” he asked.

  “Late last night. She was shot once in the chest. We tried calling you several times but there was no answer.”

  Jonathon thought back to the missed calls. Ring, ring, holy crapping shit and all that jazz. His heart sank and so did he to the floor. He began to cry and Serena came to the door. She saw him leaning back against the chair and looking out the window at the stars, and when the truth of what had happened sunk in just a little bit more to where it hurts your heart like someone has set fire to it he dropped the phone and cried some more. She went to him and wrapped her arms around him and they held each other tight. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but didn’t because she loved him no matter what and whatever was wrong could wait until the world’s best-selling writer of horror and now a writer of love stories was ready to talk about it.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  The angel that tried to help Jonathon’s mother out of the depths of Hell ascended to Heaven and confronted the band of angels who had sent her there in the first place.

  “We have to get her out of there,” the angel pleaded. “We have to help her.”

  One of the angels stepped forward. “You failed in your quest to save the good men and women we sent you for. Men and women who were welcome here in Heaven. Why should we then help you save but one scoundrel woman who cheated with a married man and who died at his hand in the hope their affair could be kept secret from a small town? They should both burn in Hell.”

  The first angel replied, “Because of what we are instead of what we once were. That’s why.”

  The second angel considered the words of the first. It turned back to the other angels who each nodded their heads. The angel turned back to the first angel and said, “You can have the woman’s son. Teach him well for he is your only chance of getting this woman out of Hell. Fail, and you will join her there.”

  The band of angels turned as one and disappeared into the snow white clouds behind them. The angel wiped away her tears and left Heaven and returned to planet Earth. She stood with a sad heart outside Jonathon’s mansion, knowing that the young man inside was about to lose everything so his mother might gain one thing, but knowing in her heart that the one thing on offer would, in the much bigger picture, outweigh anything Jonathon had on Earth one hundred times over. She could only hope that he would, sooner rather than later, accept his part in the bigger picture was undeniable and the prize, the safe return of his mother’s soul to the bosom of Almighty God, was worth a whole heap more than the things he would have to give up in order to get it.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Jonathon went to the lounge window and ran his palm across the glass and watched as the world went by, painfully aware that its hero’s heart had just been crushed and he knew it had because he was the hero and the heart was his and it hurt like hell.

  Serena came up behind him. “Can I get you anything?”

  He wondered what even the most wonderful woman in the world could possibly get a man who had just lost the other most wonderful woman in the world. His heart was dripping his mother’s blood and it was filling his soul to the brim, yet he found it within himself to speak. “When my father died, I didn’t know if I would ever recover from the loss of a loved one. Indeed, I really didn’t know how to. I knew soon enough that I could learn, but learning meant being taught and being taught meant doing things their way, not mine. I like doing things my way, Serena. Not having to answer to anyone but my readers is how I like it but even some of them are nuts and I mean crazy as all shit.”

  Serena wrapped her arms around Jonathon’s waist and leaned into his back, feeling his toned body under his gown and the beat of his heart against hers.

  Jonathon thought about the crazed fan who threatened to blow him to bits then continued speaking. “I never told anyone but the police about something that happened a long time ago and it was soon after my first novel came out and I prayed I would never have to deal with them again. The police, that is. Prayers, however, aren’t always answered. In fact, I wonder if they’re ever really answered at all.”

  Serena felt a growing unease. “What happened, Jonathon? Was it the police on the phone?” She tightened her grip around his waist and he held her hands in his.

  “It’s my Mom,” he replied. “She’s dead. Murdered, in fact.”

  Tears escaped Serena’s eyes and they rolled gently down the sides of her face. Her heart rolled over in her chest and tapped her soul on the shoulder. The end has come and it’s time to go, it seemed to say. She knew it hadn’t and she knew it wasn’t but it felt like it. It felt like someone had just popped a great big party balloon and let all the air out. Time to go home kids. There’s blood on the floor.

  Jonathon sighed. “Someone shot her.” And suddenly there was a whole lot more blood.

  Serena had never known anyone who died, not even of old age when the body has lived all it can and then it’s time to let go. She tried thinking of what it would be like to be shot and could only come up with those cheesy old westerns with plenty of bullets and not one drop of blood being shed as Indians fell off their horses and landed on the ground. Then they got up and did it all over again in the next scene and again not one drop of blood was shed. She just couldn’t bring herself to think of what it would be really like to have a bullet pierce your skin at great speed then rip your insides to shreds before you either bled to death or lived the rest of your life crippled because the bullet cut a chunk out of your spine on its way through.

  The phone rang again and Jonathon ignored it. All he did was look out the window at the stars that twinkled and the moon that shone and the bats that flew across the night sky in search of fruit to munch on and dead bodies to feed on. “Not much I can do about it now I’m afraid, so they might as well stop ringing.”

  The angel looked in at them and watched as the love between a man and woman deepened and the connection between them grew. She knew in her heart she couldn’t take one without the other and it was probably best to leave them both alone. But life has never been short of moments that make us cringe and the chances it gives us one after the other aren’t always fair. We can only make the most of them even if they aren’t what we hoped for or thought they would be. “I’ll have to take you both,” the angel said. It was all she could do.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Jonathon stood ov
er the kitchen bench now and poured himself a cup of tea. He looked over his shoulder at Serena who was sitting on a stool at the other end of the bench. She was wiping away the tears that had refused wholeheartedly to stop. He turned back to the cup and stirred some milk into it. Black became white and nothing else mattered now because his mother was gone and a cup of tea was all that was left except Serena who he loved with all his heart. But his heart was broken now and he wondered how it could ever be put back together.

  The phone rang again and Jonathon kept stirring. He didn’t want to talk right now and even if he did he didn’t know what to say. “Can you get that please babe?” he asked.

  Babe was his pet name for Serena and he called her that often, but not when he was sad or upset no matter whose fault it was. She looked up at him. He was focused on that one thing in front of him and nothing would break through the brick wall he seemed to be building around whatever was left of his heart. She wiped away more of her tears. “Of course.”

  She stood up and went to the phone. She picked it up and straight away felt a cold chill run down her spine. She didn’t want to speak for fear of finding out what had caused it but now she had answered the phone she had no choice. “Hello?”

  “Serena? Can I speak to Jonathon please? It’s urgent. ”