abusive technical terms for what exactly was wrong with the house; no, that would not save him. This must happen.
Herman lifted the sledge high over his head.
* * * *
His breathing labored now, Loretta knew it was soon. She found it acceptable; it was soon for her as well. His thick member abusing her canal felt almost too good. Why did it have to end?
“Are you there?” His voice quaked as he panted.
“Yes! Come for me ... Now!” She arched her back and tensed, her muscles squeezing him, intensely caressing him, feeling his ridges and raised veins. He grunted hard as he started into blissful climax; his body shivered and began to quake. He pounded hard, driving deeper than before. His penis throbbed, and she felt the heat fill her. That heat only fueled her, and with her fingers quickly working, she achieved orgasm.
* * * *
Herman climaxed as well, the mere thought of what he waited so long to do sent him to the brink of madness, and the first hammer blow had sent him over. The excitement and release of tension sent vibrant feelings coursing through his nerves and shivering his muscles. His orgasm had spilled into his underwear; every hammer strike sent shock waves over him, like the intensity of sex. The first had released it, the second only kept it going and so on, until his entire being trembled so as he could no longer stand on his own.
He sat on the floor next to his now deceased brother. Frank’s skull, now nothing except brain matter and gore, lay spread out on the cool concrete floor. Blood slowly pooled nearby; Herman sat near the pool, still shuddering with aftershocks.
He laid his head back against the wooden leg of the workbench. Even Loretta never made me feel like this, he thought. Then he looked at his brother’s corpse. His face; or what was left of the mangled heap, stared back at him. Then it hit him hard. He saw his brother there as himself. He knew one day he too would die. The people who knew Frank, they would be looking for him to return soon, if not today, one day soon.
Then his mind conjured images of his youth. He saw the times that he and his brother had enjoyed. Pestering crayfish in their mud castles, squirrel hunting and skipping stones out by the lake; those were the days he enjoyed. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“What have I done?”
* * * *
Loretta thought the same thing. Of course, this was not her first time stepping out on her husband. She had enjoyed the company and love of many men since their marriage had began going downhill.
First, Herman began working odd shifts, home at strange times, but never the same time. It became a burden to make a schedule and get into a routine that way. Then, he quit paying her attention, depriving her of her most primal of needs, so she started fulfilling her lusts elsewhere. It started with innocent masturbation; a woman can masturbate, right? Then, it became a need. She masturbated every day. Sometimes several times a day, and then she found the adult toy shop. That started with the occasional, innocent browsing trip then she made purchases, and then she began paying to watch the porn in the back, even renting DVD’s to bring home. Her first time with a stranger came not long after that. The frumpy, short man with a short, bent penis had brought her no pleasure, but the excitement that she took away from that made her realize that she had needs, and those needs had to be met.
The next, was a business man. He said he was looking for a gag gift for his mother, but she knew that meant he was buying something for another woman. That held no significant meaning to her. She only wanted him for his meat, and he gave her that.
His penis was curved slightly, but thick and just what she needed. She enjoyed him just as she had enjoyed her most recent, in the back of the toy shop in the theater. She enjoyed his company for nearly an hour. The shop owner had come back to check on them at one point, but when she heard them in the throes of