almost okay

SEVERAL DEATHS IN
THE FAMILY
Chapter Nine: 'Crazy'? Sure, But Not So 'Little'

It was the same nightmare I'd had dozens of times, with only minor variations. Jackie and I were playing cards. Euchre. We were partners in the game but when I woke up I could never remember who was on the other team. Friends? Faceless fiends? In the long run it hadn't ever mattered. Whoever they were, they always disappeared at some point leaving Jackie and me alone to argue about the order of the play.

“Hearts,” says Jackie. “I'm tempted to go it alone, but I think I'll drag my partner along.” At that point she always gives me the same look, a strange mixture of affection and contempt. To anyone else it might look like a simple smirk, but I could see hatred in Jackie's eyes. It was a look I remembered well from four too many years of being married to her. Four years of hell on earth.

“My hand looks like a foot,” I say, seeing four Queens, all black, all four of them the Queen of Spades. My last card is the Ace of Hearts. “Too bad we're not playing Poker.” The impossible Queens get larger, like those old Texas-sized cards, growing in my hand until I can clearly see Jackie's face on each of them, her contemptible smirk staring back at me. “Lead 'em and weep,” I say.

The other team leads with the King of Clubs and I trump the shit out of it with my Ace. When it gets around to Jackie, she kills my trick with the Left Bower, then erupts in laughter. “Never send a boy to do a man's job!” she says loudly, the words 'boy' and 'man' echoing and overlapping as the walls of the room press in on us and the other two players melt away until all that exists in the world is me, Jackie's laughing mouth and her trick-stealing Jack of Diamonds. The Jack eyes me with sympathy, offers his broad sword to me as he begins to take on menacing proportions, growing even larger than the Texas-sized Jackie Queens in my own losing hand.

And here's where the variations come in. Most times I take the Jack's sword and stab her with it, but sometimes I simply strangle her. Sometimes I pummel her with my fists. Sometimes I hit her with a chair or a baseball bat. Sometimes I even throw one of the over-sized Queens at her edge-wise, the spinning card neatly severing her head from her body with barely a drop of blood as Jackie's cackle continues to fill the air.

But the end result is always the same. Jackie is dead and I wake up screaming.

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“What's the matter, baby?”

Drenched in sweat, I couldn't get my eyes to focus in the dark room. I had no idea where I was, and didn't recognize the voice in the blackness that seemed so concerned for my well-being. I was breathing heavily and my heart was thumping, jumping like a rat trying to push its way out of my chest. As I slowly emerged from the fog of sleep I could see an open doorway, a dim blue light from down the hall somewhere, and I remembered. Her name was Crystal.

“It's nothing,” I told her. “Just a bad dream.”

Crystal ran her hand over my bare chest, paused on the partly-healed wound there, whispered in my ear, “It's okay now. You're okay.” I could see a clock with glowing numbers on the night stand over her shoulder. It read 3:33.

“Almost,” I said as I drew her to me. “Almost.”

Crystal rolled on top of me, her soft flesh warming my entire body, causing my rod to stiffen instantly. She kissed me deep as she straddled me, worked her tongue slowly around the inside of my mouth, ground her hot center in circular motions over my naked crotch until I could feel her slickness on my shaft. I reached around her, took her enormous ass in my hands, gripped at the flesh, squeezing hard as Crystal dropped her breasts on my face. They were big, just like the rest of her, but nicely-shaped and tight to her chest with surprisingly little sag. I opened my mouth to them, took in as much nipple meat as I could, sucked and chewed hungrily at her as I continued to massage that big ass, Crystal moaning softly the entire time.

Suddenly, miraculously, I was inside her all the way, surrounded by her wetness, enveloped by her heat. I let her do the work, my hands still gripping her rump, my mouth moving from nipple to nipple as Crystal humped me faster and faster, the bed springs crying louder with each downward movement. In the darkness of the room I was lost inside her. There was no Kansas City anymore, no strange apartment, no troubles, no fear. Suddenly, there was no longer a dead Mexican who I'd shot execution-style, his body left in a dumpster behind a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Amazingly, even my nightmare had faded from memory, and for those sweet few moments nothing else existed in all the world except for our passion and animal lust, our mutual need for comfort. My hard cock inside Crystal's steaming wet pussy.

“Ooooh,” whispered Crystal, husky and low, “I'm gonna cummm...” She put her hands on my chest and wriggled her hips in quick, short movements keeping almost my entire length inside her until she was over the top. “Mmmmmm...ohhh....mmmmm...” Then she started bouncing, up and down, the heavy motion causing the bed to walk slowly sideways across the hardwood floor and the headboard to bang against the wall. “Ooooh, yeah...shit...I'm gonna cum again...” With each upward bounce Crystal worked my whole shaft, the head just barely inside her hot box at the top of the curve, then balls deep when gravity took over. I held out as long as I could while she worked that bed like a trampoline. When I felt myself getting close, I grabbed two handfuls of ass flesh and thrust hard back at her, an audible wet slap when our bodies met with each bounce.

It was the best I'd ever had. The tightest. The sweetest. The absolute juiciest, and when I came it seemed to last forever. We were still at the center of the universe, Crystal and I.

“OhmygodI'mcummingagainnn...” weeped Crystal as I continued to pound away, my own sweet release ongoing and strong. At some point my ears had stopped hearing the sound of the bedsprings. My eyes had filled with the blackness of the room and the blue night light from down the hall shined like a beacon on us as the softness of Crystal's flesh, the heat of her center as it held me, and the beating of our hearts in rhythm combined to form a single, fragile grain of sand, which slowly descended through the hourglass of time.