The Cursed Cock of Big Bill Dupree

It was the night Nadine von Nookie's Massage Parlor and Aquarium Supply Depot burned to the ground that Silas Keller returned to Britter's Hollow. He never intended to come back, but when weird stories about his shit-kicking hometown reached him, a morbid curiosity took hold of him. The Hollow had always been a surreal place. Keller didn't realize how surreal until he had gotten some distance from it a decade ago. Now, he was back. He took a deep breath before entering the diner. "Fuck it."

There was a bell ring as he pushed open the door and everyone there looked up at him. He had been a skinny teenager when he left town, but had put on some muscle since then. He had traded in a dirty blond mullet, which seemed almost mandatory for every teen in town to have at the time, for a close-cropped, conservative haircut, and the chin whiskers had become a proper beard. No one recognized him, and that was fine by him. "Go 'head an' sit anywhere," a waitress bellowed from behind the counter, and Keller took a booth near the door. The other occupants of the diner were in heated congress at the other side of the room.

"It's got to stop, Earl!" one of the many men wearing a trucker hat bellowed. "That crazy sum'bitch has been on a tear for weeks now!"

"What the fuck do you think we've been trying to do, Pete?" shot back another man in a different color trucker hat. "It's tough enough trying to catch that insane sack of shit and keep half the women in the county away from him."

"You oughta leave 'im 'lone!" snapped one of the waitresses who walked gingerly to the table with a fresh pot of coffee. "He ain't done nuthin wrong."

"Figure you sticking up for him got nuthin to do with you walkin' funny right now, Bess." Sneered trucker hat number three. Bess the waitress made it a point of refilling all the coffee cups among the men aside from trucker hat number three whom Bess gave the finger to and thus destroyed any hope for a tip. Bess turned her attention towards Keller, coming to him with the pot of coffee.

"What can I get you, hon?" she asked in a voice that was equal parts tired and full of the false warmth of someone who wants money.

"Just coffee for now," Keller replied with a fake smile. "It sure seems like everyone is worked up over something."

"It's none of your business, stranger," spat one of the tucker hat brigade.

"I wasn't trying to intrude," Keller lied. "I just want to make sure there isn't anything I should worry about."

"You don't got' worry about a damn thing unless you got a cooter, or a lady you don't wanted fucked sideways by a crazy hillbilly," snarled a particularly fed-up trucker hat who seemed exceedingly tire.

"That ain't completely true. The Murphy boys almost caught him, and that maniac damn near butt fucked Dale! Woulda done it too if Cleatus hadn't smacked him with a shovel!" One of the younger of the trucker hats continued, "I tell you, ain't no one safe until something gets done about Dupree!"

"He ain't no problem 'less you go provoking him!" Bess yelled at them as she filled Keller's coffee. "You won't be hearing any complaints from any of the ladies here in the Hollow!"

"Aside from Katie that is." grunted one of the older and stouter trucker hats. "That poor girl has been inconsolable since her eyes got straightened out." Keller had heard the rumors. He had known Bill Dupree in high school. Dupree was fat, lazy, and had a mean-streak to him. To be completely fair, he was also a moron who eventually decided school wasn't for him and stopped going. No one mourned the loss, so they let him go on to what Keller assumed would be a future of Government assistance until he pissed off the wrong person and got shuffled from the mortal coil. The last thing Keller expected to hear about Dupree was that he was somehow seeing more ass than a toilet and railing a sizable majority of the women about town. Now, here was a waitress defending him, and from the way the desk clerk at the motel was walking, she would likely be defending him as well. Both the women were older than Keller, likely close to fifty. From the sound of it, Dupree wasn't very discerning about who he banged so long as he could get his dick wet.

"What do you mean 'got straightened out'?" Keller asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly who they were talking about. Katie Kincaid was a few years younger than Keller. He only knew of her because she was the most cross-eyed person he had ever seen.

"Well, sir, Katie done had a romp with Dupree. You ever see them girls on the Tickity-Tock that roll their eyes up funny up funny and hang their tongue out?" the tired trucker hat explained. "Well, Dupree fucked her so hard that instead of her eyes crossing, they straightened out!"

"Holy shit. And she's upset about that?"

"Well, you see, she was so damned crossed-eyed that she was always seeing double, so when she had a fella bedding her, she thought it was twins. She prided herself on being able to get some many twins to do her and nobody had the heart to tell her the truth. Now that she's seeing straight, her fantasy is ruined." The men all nodded sagely, and Keller was left wondering how anyone could be so gullible. Still, it would be a good place to start.

*****

Katie Kincaid had moved up in the world since Keller had been acquainted with her. Sure, she lived in the same trailer park as she did before Keller had left town, but now she had her own trailer. It wasn't difficult to find, though Keller was distracted a bit by how many women he spotted walking quite gingerly. He pondered what sort of change Dupree had gone through to turn him into the rabid cocksman terrorizing and sodomizing Britter's Hollow. Keller got a few looks as he walked through the trailer park, and when he asked which trailer was Katie's the woman gave him the side-eye to the point that Keller suspected she could see her own ear. Keller walked up the dirt path to the trailer and could hear crying from the inside. Moving up in the world doesn't mean much when you don't have much of a world to begin with.

There was a delay after Keller knocked on the door, and he assumed it was because Katie needed a moment to get herself together. He brought out his best smile when she opened the door. She had definitely been crying, and her big brown eyes were indeed straight. She was just as skinny as Keller had remembered her, built like a plank. She was rather plain, not unattractive, but, at best, cute. "Can I help you?"

"Hey, I doubt you remember me. My name's Silas Keller..."

"Silas?" Her eyes studied him dimly and after a moment they lit up. "Silas Keller! Oh my gosh! You look completely different! How's your brother?" Keller was an only child, and he didn't have the heart to tell her.

"He's fine, thank you for asking," Keller replied. "Can I come in? I was hoping to ask you about something." She kindly ushered him into the trailer, and Keller looked around. The trailer park was not glamorous at all, but Katie kept her place neat and tidy. She offered him a seat and moved carefully to the chair opposing him. She slowly eased herself down onto the chair. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine... just... my backside's a bit sore. I haven't seen you or your brother around in years. What brings you back.?"

"I'm looking for Bill Depree and..." Keller didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before she burst into tears again.

"That bastard! My life was fine before he came to see me that night! Sure, I had some issues, but I didn't think fucking him would change things so much! I loved having all those threesomes, but now it's just one at a time! Do you know how frustrating that is?" He had no clue how frustrating that was. "God! I don't know how he got me so worked up. He came by the trailer and the next thing I knew, he had me bent over and giving me the fucking of my life! I had never taken it in the ass before and I'm still fucking sore, but holy fuck it felt amazing!"

"I didn't know Dupree was an ass man."

"That's about the size of it. Apparently he's been plowing every ass he can, and women around her have been lining on up for it."

"Huh," Keller grunted as he leaned forward listening intently. "No one said anything about that."

"Shit. You think any one of the women would admit to cumming like a banshee from getting ass fucked? The next thing you know all their husbands and boyfriends would be wanting to give it to them up the pooper!"

"You make a good point, but what is it about Dupree that has you ladies lining up for him? He's not... well..."

"I know!" Katie sat back and through her skinny arms in the air. "I never liked the big jerk! But that night... I just fucking needed it from him. Fuck. Maybe he did sell his soul at the crossroads."

"Sold his soul? Oh come on."

"Weird shit happens out there! Brenda Hicks said she made a deal down there to get rid of her husband and sure enough eight years, four months, and nine days later he got run over by a tractor! You think that's a coincidence?"

"I... you make a good point." Keller smiled politely. "I do appreciate you telling me all this. I know it's probably difficult. I guess those stories I used to hear about the crossroads are true."

"I'd say so. I heard he went down there drunk one night and jerked off right there. The next thing anyone knew, every gal in the Hollow was giving her ass up to him."

"Damn," Keller shook his head. The story was incredulous, but it was more information than he had before. "Katie, I really appreciate you talking to me, especially over something so... well... delicate. You've been absolutely great." He began to get up to leave; however, Katie was on her feet first and walked over to him. He thought it was for a handshake, or maybe a friendly hug, but instead she sank to her knees in front of him. "What are you...?"

"You're the first fella in a long time to talk to me like a person," Katie smiled up to him as she began undoing his jeans. Her spidery fingers quickly and expertly opened his pants. It happened so quickly that Keller had not even started to become hard. Undaunted, Katie sucked him into her mouth and began lavishing attention on him with her tongue. She had him stiff in no time.

"Oh fuck," he murmered as she worked him. He wasn't really attracted to her, not before he left town, and not during their conversation, but she was much more attractive once on her knees in front of him. Her lips slid along his length, stroking him as her tongue pressed and wriggled on the underside of his cock. She gripped his thighs and his hand came to the back of her head and gripped her dirty blonde hair. He hadn't planned on getting blown by a walking, talking stick figure when he came to talk to her, but he wasn't going to complain. Katie moaned and drooled all over his cock as she took it down her throat. Keller shifted in his seat as he felt his climax coming on. "Katie, you're gonna make me cum." She didn't let up and bobbed her head quickly taking him to the edge and then talking him down her throat once more. Keller groaned loudly as his seed gushed down her throat. Once she had coaxed his entire load from him, Katie brought her head up and gave him a satisfied smile.

"You're a sweetie. Say 'hi' to your brother for me."

*****

Silas Keller's quest to find and question Bill Dupree came to a definite end when Clipper Potz caught him balls deep in his girlfriend whom he swore up and down bore no relation to him despite a striking resemblance. Clipper may have been a liar, but he was savant with a shotgun.

Keller still wanted answers, and that was what led him to the crossroads on a moonlit night. He recalled Katie saying that Dupree had masturbated out there, which set things in motion. It seemed silly to do at the intersection of two dirt roads in the middle of a field, but it was the best lead he had. It was a struggle to get going. Nothing about the scene was particularly sexy or arousing. Remembering Katie's surprisingly good blowjob did finally get things going. He looked around as he stroked, checking to make sure he was alone. The only sounds were crickets and the call of the occasional bird. It wasn't glamorous, but eventually he managed the deed. "Fuck," he murmured as his sperm splattered onto the dirt.

Nothing happened.

"Fucking stupid," Keller grumbled to himself as he wiped his hand and tip clean with a napkin he hand in his pocket. He put his cock away and turned to walk back to his truck and rethink his life choices.

She stood in the middle of the road, and Keller started at the sight of her. Her skin was as dark as the night sky with luscious curly dark hair. She wore only a white dress that billowed in a breeze that Keller didn't feel. She strode up to him barefoot and then began walking around him.

"That was quite a show." Her voice was warm molasses. "Was it for me?"

"Who are you?"

"You're here wanting something."

"I... wait..." Keller watched her as she circled him. All she was doing was walking, but the simple movements were as hypnotic as her voice. "I heard Bill Dupree came here."

"That he did. He wanted something too. He wanted women to desire him."

"And they did, but he's gone now."

"Such a disappointment." Her eyes traveled along him. "You don't look disappointing. Do you desire what he did?"

"What if I do?" He was trying to play coy. It all seemed surreal but in the back of his mind, he felt like he was being tricked.

"I can make that happen, but you'll have to do something for me. Something Big Bill Dupree failed to deliver on."

"You didn't get his soul?"

"That's not what is needed." She still circled him, but closer now.

"Heh. I'll give you what you need." Keller said it with a smirk, a bit of bravado to try to diffuse the situation. Words have meaning at the crossroads.

Sylas Keller found himself on the ground. He didn't know how he got there. She was straddling him. Things were moving in flashes. Her clothes were gone and in the moonlight her body was ebony perfection. Pleasure surged through him and in looking down, he saw what he felt. He was inside her and she was moving. Keller began to sit up but her hand came to his neck and pinned him down. She didn't seem to be talking but he still heard her. There were promises and he couldn't tell if he was giving them or receiving them.

It felt like a dream, a potent wet dream. The potency was proven when Keller woke up the next morning lying in the dirt. His pants were open and my limp shaft laid on his stomach with dried cum on his skin and clothes. There was no sign of the woman or that anyone had been there but him. He sat up and realized that he had been lying where had cum the light before. He managed to get himself together and stumble to his car. He mumbled and swore as he drove. An awful feeling had come to rest on him that he couldn't shake. He did not pay much attention as he drove and was a bit surprised when he found himself at the trailer park instead of the motel he had been staying at.

He wanted to see Katie to ask if Dupree had said anything more about the crossroad or what happened to him that night. It was still early and there wasn't a lot of activity around the park. He knocked on the door, hoping that he wasn't waking her.

"Hang on!" He heard her call from inside. She opened the door wearing a t-shirt and shorts barely hanging on to her willowy frame. Katie looked rough like she just dragged her skin and bones out of the bed. She looked absolutely haggard, and, at that instant, Keller wanted her more than anything. Katie's eyes flashed brightly at the sight of him, burning. She looked down and saw an obscene bulge in Keller's jeans and then looked back up. "Oh fuck!"

The door slammed behind him as he rushed her to the sofa. Her shirt and shorts were practically worn off. Keller's cock strained painfully in his jeans and he sighed in relief after freeing it. His cock was noticeably more potent than it had been. Skinny Katie Kincaid furiously rubbed her folds in anticipation. "Oh gosh, Silas!" He hooked his arms under her thin legs and pushed them up, as he planned on folding her. He shifted, pressing his tip to her, pushing, demanding entrance. Her frame seemed too small and petite. There was no chance she could handle it.

Then she did. Keller's cock barged into her and she screamed, her head back and eyes closed. She looked up at him once more, grinning wildly, her big brown eyes exceedingly crossed. Keller began thrusting, gripping her thighs fiercely and manhandling her small body. He took her as she laughed and moaned. The beat-up sofa under them creaked and complained, threatening to give out and collapse at any moment.

Katie's caterwauling was a shameless stew of obscenities, pleadings, and screams. The entire trailer park had to know that twig of a woman was having her insides completely rearranged. It was all lost on Keller who was a rutting beast plowing his raw meat into her. His hips smashing against her bony thighs which didn't have enough flesh on them to warrant a proper slapping sound. Her cries would have drowned them out anyways.

Her pussy had a stranglehold on Keller's throbbing cock as he slammed into her to the hilt over and over. If she had had any tits to speak of, they'd have put on a show. Katie grasped what she could of the sofa, hanging on for dear life as though the pounding was threatening to send her sailing through the window. The sounds of wet friction added to the thudding of their bodies coming together. Keller looked down at her and the sight of his overpowering shaft pistoning into her slight frame was damn near comical. He could see her stomach bulging as he rammed into her.

Katie's cries and moans took a sharp turn. "Oh gosh, oh fuck me! Fuck me, Silas! I'm fucking cumming!" She screeched and her entire body shook as if on the verge of convulsing. Her crossed eyes rolled up and she babbled incoherently. Her head lulled to the side and she drooled on the cushions. The babbles were encouraging him to finish and begging for the end due to how overwhelmed she was.

The pleasure seemed to make Keller's world shift. Things seemed blurry at the edges, but he continued working into her. He gripped her thighs still as he fucked her with no real technique, just a burning need from a source he wasn't exactly sure of. I kept hammering his cock into her as his climax took hold. My warm cream surged through his length and erupted deep within nearly limp girl he damn near fucked senseless. His back arched as he felt another gush of cum pumping into her and that's when he saw her. Her pale eyes were such a sharp contrast to obsidian skin that seemed to glow and the razor of her smile was unmistakable. "Fill her. Give it to her." He knew that voice in an instant but for the life of him, he didn't see her lips move.

He finally pulled his spent shaft from her and collapsed onto the chair Katie had sat in when he first visited her. He panted as Katie lay on the sofa, breathing slowly and passed out. Traces of pearly jism were at her folds. Keller's thoughts began to finally pull themselves together. "Wh-what the fuck?"

"You did well," remarked the shadow of a woman now perched on the arm of the chair, her body pressed to him.

"It was like she couldn't resist it and I couldn't help myself."

"She loved every bit of it, just like she did with Dupree."

"It's like some weird power." He blinked, unable to look away from Katie and he didn't see the dark woman smile again. "Does this mean you own my soul?"

"No, our deal is done," she said and the molasses voice was warm and icy simultaneously. "You've already succeeded where Dupree did not."

"I don't understand."

Her tongue traced along his ear before she was gone leaving him with only a whisper: "You will in nine months."