The God in the Hills 2: Abhorrent Flesh: Abh

By Jon Steffens

It's been a year since Sheriff Jim Stafford found himself in service to the Hill Devil, an eldritch beast once thought to be nothing more than an Ozark rural legend. Since then, Stafford has taken part in acts brutal enough to strike a seasoned inner-city detective nauseous. Strange and horrific events ramp up throughout the summer tourist

• Language: English
• Publisher: Filthy Loot
• Release date: Oct 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088180181

Book preview

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Jim Stafford leaned in and kissed Mary, his bride of thirty years, long and deep. In seconds the two were tearing off each other’s clothes, leaving them on the living room floor in a trail to their bed. Mary lay on her back, and with a loving smile, opened her legs for her adoring husband. Jim positioned himself above her and entered his wife. After all these years, she was still so fucking tight.

Jim was in heaven, pumping back-and-forth inside Mary’s vagina. He thought about how wet she was. So wet and tight, it was like she was in her twenties again. Jim felt like he was in his twenties again, for that matter. His cock was harder than it had been in a decade. Jim picked up speed, the slap of their bodies more forceful with each stroke.

Jim made sure every thrust was balls deep. He wanted Mary to struggle walking by the time he was finished. His smile grew wider, his eyes, wild. Mary was trying to smile, though she was bracing her hand against his hip to try to soften his frenzied pounding. Jim slapped her hand away. Mary’s smile disappeared after Jim wrapped a large hand around Mary’s throat. He squeezed. Mary gripped his wrist with both dainty hands, trying desperately to loosen his grasp.

Please, Jim. Please stop. Mary’s breathing was hoarse, and tears began to well in her eyes.

Shut up, cunt. Jim spit in Mary’s gasping mouth and slapped her with his other hand. Mary’s face turned purple as all of Jim’s weight now rested on her throat. You’ll breathe when I want you to.

Jim let go. Mary coughed and gagged, trying to roll away from her husband. With each cough her pussy contracted, driving Jim into a frenzy. He fucked her harder while pinning her wrists to the bed. No bitch escapes Sheriff Jim Stafford. He laughed and continued the violation of his wife. Sobbing, Mary turned her face as far toward the mattress as she could. Foamy spittle dripped from Jim’s mouth onto Mary’s cheek.

His gaze drifted down to her tits. Jim loved how violently they bounced. Each time his pelvis slammed into Mary’s; her tits smacked into her chin. Jim was about to come. He looked back to Mary’s face, but it wasn’t Mary anymore. In her place was Deb Elliot, head waitress at Hotspur’s only bar, the Hilljack Haven. Deb smiled and licked her lips as she wrapped her short legs around Jim’s back.

Jim jumped back, confused. His cock now as limp as a wet noodle.