The Ferrymans Daughter

THE CRASH

  The cops car barreled down the road as the high took full effect, Bob sang his favorite song as he drove along.

"Rainbows and lollipops and, uhhh?"

Tiffany played poker while their undercover car whipped down the road.

“Pocket aces yeahhhh. I raise ha ha, oh yeah all in. What, what he had trip twos, fucked again. Can you believe that? Bob, Bobbs, Bobby" her voice increased “Yeah yeah baby,  I like chocolate." he replied.

  It was like day turned to night as the approaching storm moved over the long deserted highway. The sky opened up and it began to dump its load upon the dry ground below. They rode right into that unexpected downpour, the thunder bellowed as Bob squinted to look through the windshield. The shadow of something caught his attention,  he quickly realized that a pack of wolves were running across the road in front of him.

  He swerved to miss them and their car left the pavement, dirt flew as it was shot from under its wheels. Skidding into the sand the vehicle slid sideways and nestled up against a giant cactus which wheezed as it was knocked to the side. There inside the darkness, their faces were covered in dust. The engine sputtered a few times and died as they looked at each other and began to laugh. The rain fell and their warm breath steamed up the windows. As they sat there riding out the storm, the drugs took over their minds.

  It seemed as something else lurked in the shadows. Its paw prints fresh in the mud, hair wet with water from the rain. The Master’s Beast circled the car in search of some prey. Suddenly, the hound paused to take a long deep breath.

“A bit of her, a taste of him. They were together?" the Fiend thought.

Tiffany could not contain herself as her desires took over. I was almost like she was possessed by the beast somehow. Bob sat in daze thinking about his secret love for her playing endless scenarios. She looked at him with devilish eyes and reached over grabbing his belt. Bob snapped back to reality as Tiff pulled his pants to the floor.

  Her warm soft hand stroked him until he was hard and then she took off her pants before switching seats, straddling him. She took control, throwing him back into the seat.There inside the confines of a small space they both succumb to their lust.

  The Hound of Hell sat outside the car. He did not move as he watched, slowly his tail gently slopped back and forth in the puddle which had formed under it. One by one its lesser wolves of abnormal size appeared and huddled, waiting for a command from their general.

  The thunder bellowed as he ran his hands up her shirt undoing that bra. Her breasts flew fourth and were exposed. Her other hand went back,  grabbing the steering wheel. Moaning she rode him while he closed his eyes and pulled her hips down, thrusting, their body's rubbed up against the dew upon the window, As he took her to completion Tiff moaned, droplets of condensation ran down the glass and as the storm broke. The both of them lay there together sweaty and exhausted, falling asleep in each other’s arms.