The Bighead by Edward Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

now,
Alexander took the old Mercedes around the next bend, to the exit
off of 23.
    He’d be there in less than an
hour.
     
     
    (III)
     
    The girl screamed as The Bighead et
out her clitoris and surroundin’ folds’a girlskin. Lotta blood down
there already— from the corin’ he’d just given her—and Bighead
liked the taste’a blood, yessir, ’specially when it were mixed with
the taste’a girlmeat. He’d popped her open fierce when he’d first
slid his bone in, busted her up bad, but The Bighead were gettin’
used ta that now. Had yet ta find a woman with big enough a poon ta
take all’s his dickmeat.
    Too bad.
    She were purdy, she was. A right purdy
li’l thing he’d found by the big creek leadin’ out’a the Lower
Woods. She were bendin’ over quite nice, pluckin’ cattails off
their stems, probably ta make cattail pancakes like the way
Grandpappy showed him once. They were a might good.
    She had barely no hair at all down
their on her girlcut, as Grandpappy like ta call it, an’ she hadda
right nice smell ta her. Musky an’ sharp, but not all stinky like
most the gals Bighead had come acrost’a late. Had li’l tufts’a hair
unner her arms too, which Bighead bit right out an’ swallered once
her was done bustin’ his nut inta her bloody hole. She’s also had
cute li’l feet on her, tiny li’l things, so’s Bighead brushed the
dirt off the bottom of ’em, then et the skin off her toes, kinda
like fer a tidbit.
    Then he whacked open her noggin with a
log an’ et her brain. Real salty-like, this one were, much more so
than that last splittail. Meatier. Burstin’ with flavor…
    Gawd damn, but weren’t it good ta et a
raw brain busted fresh out the skull!
    A’corse, ’fore he et her brain, he
gave her butthole a good suckin’ outs too. Bighead, he liked the
taste’a buttcrack, he did. It were un-yoo-sher-all, a word his
grandpappy tolt him. Liked ta suck the hot poop right out’a that
tight li’l hole, and it were always easier when they was dead. This
gal here, this li’l blondie—well, Bighead could just tell what
she’d et yesterday. Fresh corn an’ ham hock an’ steamed collard
greens. Coupla fresh water clams in there too, he’s could tell ’cos
clams were always kinda chewy and’d stick ’tween his back teeth. Ta
The Bighead, food always were best comin’ out’a gal’s butt. Ta be
sure! Try it sometime!
    Then he sat on a stump,
lookin up at the bright blue sky, lookin’ at the birds frolickin’
in the trees, an’ such other visions’a beauty. But humpin’ that
blondie—just thinkin’ back on it, mind ya—well, it made The Bighead
hard as Grandpappy’s cherrywood walkin’ stick. So’s Bighead whupped
it out’a his overalls an’ jacked hisself a second nut right then’n
there, he did. Good nut, it was, real good, like ta make his knees knock! He comed in his hand an’
slurped it up right quick, ’cos, see, Bighead didn’t like ta waste
nothin’, not even his own peckersnot.
    ‘ Sides, it tasted
good.
     
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FOUR
     
    (I)
     
    “ My God!” Jerrica
exclaimed, gazing out over the weathered wood veranda. “Look at all
the flowers!”
    “ I know,” Charity said. She
was remembering more and more, just in the few hours she’d been
here. Aunt Annie was a bonafide green thumb. The back yard, right
up the treeline, was a carpet of flowers. Flanks of mallows and
bluecurls. Lines of adderstongues and yellow violets. Dense beds of
day lilies and chickory and blazing-purple bellflowers. A veritable
explosion of colors and scents.
    Jerrica, unimpeded in only panties and
bra, seemed seized in awe. More to herself than to Charity, she
murmured, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful…in my
life.”
    Charity distractedly agreed. What
distracted her was Jerrica’s state of dress, or lack thereof. Only
moments ago, she’d boldly waltzed through the connecting door into
Charity’s bedroom. “I’m such a ditz!” she