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HE DROVE HER WILD WITH HIS HANDS....
His mouth and tongue were tickling and licking over every part of her body while his hands continued to caress and stroke. He knew how to tantalize and tease her. Slowly and deliriously he brought her to the brink of passion, only to stop and go on to another part of her aching body.
She felt the desire seething within her. Her body was sheathed with flames and the core of her sex was a huge cavern of molten lava that screamed for fulfillment. She couldn't wait any longer.
Finally, he was sliding on top of her probing and driving into her. He was like a bull, wild and powerful.
The scream that had begun died in her throat ... instead she whispered, "Damn you ... damn you, you're the greatest...."
CHAPTER ONE
Packer had stripped down to his shorts, the way the doctor had requested. Now he sat in one of the easy chairs, facing the door, and waited for the doctor to return to begin the physical examination.
The door suddenly opened. It wasn't the doctor at all. Mrs. Block stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind her.
She said, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Packer said, "I didn't know you were coming. Mrs. Block."
"I'll be coming a couple of times before I leave this room this afternoon. In here you can call me Dottie."
She slipped out of the mink coat and tossed it into an easy chair. Her glance went to Packer's shorts, and he wondered whether she'd noticed that he was getting stiff.
Now that she'd taken off the mink, Packer saw that she was wearing a light green dress. It fit very tightly and it revealed every line and curve of her body. Her breasts were large and jutting, as though ready to burst through the front of the dress. It lay flat across her stomach, but it was snug over the soft curves of her hips, and it out-lined her thighs. The hem was quite short. Packer could see a couple of inches above her knees. The nylons were sheer and flesh-colored and they made her legs appear bare.
Already she was fussing with her dress. As Packer continued to watch her she stepped out of it and tossed it on top of the mink piled in the chair. She skinned the half-slip slowly down her thighs.
Now she stood in front of Packer in her bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. All her clothes were so sheer that he could see through them. There was a triangular patch of gold visible inside her panties, and her nipples were like red berries. Packer felt himself getting stiffer. The front of his shorts came to a point, like the top of a tent.
She asked. "You're not a virgin, are you? You look so young."
She had to be kidding.
"Hell, no," he said. "I'm almost twenty."
"I'm glad." Her hand unhooked the bra. She let the bra straps slide down her arms and flung the bra aside. Her breasts were golden, shaped like miniature footballs. As she bent forward and slipped off her panties, her suspended breasts swayed slightly. She straightened up. Now her breasts jutted out proudly as she kicked off her shoes.
She asked, "What are you waiting for?"
She unhooked the garter belt. As it sailed from her hand she set a foot onto the arm of the chair and began to shove the nylon down her leg. Packer had a clear view of the golden goody snuggled between her thighs.
He stood up and pushed out the front of his shorts so that it cleared the end of his stiffness. He shoved the shorts down to his ankles and used his toes to get out of them. Now she'd gotten rid of the other nylon. She went over and settled down on the big couch that was covered with a pink sheet.
As Packer walked over to her he noticed that everything about her was golden. She was rich and soft, and she lived in an expensive world. Packer thought, as he was about to get onto the couch with her, that it was unbelievable. But that's the way things had been happening the last few days.
She said, "Now let's see what you can do with that." Her hands gripped his stiffness. As she settled onto her back she pulled him towards her as she opened her legs.
Packer let her lead him and guide him. He felt the wet heat of her goody against the tip of his stiffness. He fell on top of her. Her slickness and his weight drove the full length of his stiffness into her. She was hot and she was soft. He was all the way in now. He rotated his buttocks and moved his stiffness around in the pit of frothy cream.
He asked, "Well, how do you like it?"
She murmured throatily. Her silken thighs rubbed against his hips; and then she began to bounce under him. Each time she moved she shuttled her froth and tightness back and forth along the full length of his stem.
"I knew it," she said happily. "Big and hard. I knew it would be this way." She arched and shoved her stomach against him. "Drive it in deeper."
Packer now felt the pulsation of her passion. He felt himself getting bigger and stronger, and he swelled inside of her. He muscled his buttocks and drove against her. He didn't want to hurt her. She was too soft and too golden.
"That's it! Do it again. Harder!"
Packer did it again, and much harder. He drove himself into her. He withdrew slightly and drilled his stem deep inside of her. He could smell her heat and her perfume. Even her body smelled rich.
She gave him a wonderful feeling. It was the best feeling he'd felt with any girl. As he pounded savagely against her she clamped her legs around his waist. Her finger nails ripped at his back and she groaned loudly.
"Oh, I want that! I need that! Keep coming. Faster! Harder!"
Packer felt the goodness building up inside of him. He was beginning to shake because every nerve became tight.
"You're great, Dottie! You feel so good. I ... I can't stand it!
Suddenly everything exploded. The wild heat throbbed within him. He increased the speed and power of his thrusts and it was such a fantastic feeling now he could hardly breathe.
"Goooooodness!"
Dottie suddenly arched and slammed her stomach against his. She groaned loudly, as though she was being tortured. As Packed pumped and spurted he felt her spasmodic convulsions. Slowly she slumped down onto the bed but she was still pumping at him and draining him of the very last drop.
They were both panting heavily. Packer stretched out on top of her. It was still inside of her and it felt very good. He hoped the feeling would last for a long time, because it was very nice, lying on top of her.
Only three days ago, Hack Bell, the manager of The Plaza, had given Packer a part time job at the motel. It consisted of sweeping the sidewalks and the walkways, sweeping the floors, and vacuuming the rugs in the hallways. Yesterday the owners of The Plaza, Luther and Dorothy Block, had come to their motel. While Mr. Block had been talking to Hack Bell, Mrs. Block had slipped Packer a note.
"Call me tomorrow at ten A.M.," she'd written, and there was a phone number underneath.
That morning, at ten, Packer had called her. She'd mentioned something about getting him another job and requested that he be at Dr. Stone's office at three o'clock for a physical examination.
Packer had discovered that Dr. Stone was a woman. She'd brought him down to this very room and told him to strip down to his shorts. The room had soft lights, and it was furnished with a couple of easy chairs. Instead of an examination table, Packed had noticed the couch with the pink sheets.
Now Dottie began to shift about beneath him. "Get off me."
Packer slid off the top of her and settled on his side beside her so that he could look at her. Her blonde hair was slightly mussed and her face was flushed. Her breasts were like mountain peaks, the nippled dark red and hard. Gently Packer cupped his palm over the right one.
"You're all right," Dottie said. "I've got to admit it."
"You're so soft," he said. "Inside and outside and all over." The skin of her breast felt like warm silk. As he squeezed her breast he was surprised at its hardness. He put his head down and nibbled at the nipple.
Dottie began to squirm and her hand rubbed his back. "That really drained me. When I came, I came real good. It was great."
"Thanks for asking me over," Packer said.
"Don't thank me. I should thank you."
He let his hand slide down the flatness of her stomach. He felt her squirm, and the muscles twitched under his palm. He couldn't stay away from her little golden triangle. His fingertips stirred around in the wet and matted curls.
He asked, "Can't Mr. Block do it?"
"Of course he can do it! What makes you think he can't?"
His hand slid down and stroked the inside of her right thigh. She kept her thighs clamped together. "Well ... " he said, "I don't know ... I just thought...." He didn't know how to continue.
"He can't do it enough anymore, that's all," she said softly. "I guess I'm just over sexed."
"I don't mind."
"Well, don't think we're going to make a habit of this," she said.
Packer shoved a little harder, trying to get his fingers between her soft thighs. He hoped she'd open them and let him stroke her there so that she'd let him do it again. Maybe this would be the only chance he'd have to do it again.
He said, "I didn't mean it that way. It's just that you're so soft and wonderful, and you smell so good. I'm getting hot, just thinking about doing it again."
He felt the tightness leave her thighs, and then she was opening them, allowing his hand to slide between them. He moved his hand into the V and placed his palm over her goody, Gently he ran his fingertips along the frothy groove.
Dottie moaned softly. "I'm getting hot, too." Her thighs opened even wider, and there was a lot of room now for Packer's hand.
He slipped a finger into the groove, dipped with it and then brought the finger to his mouth. As he sucked the cream off the end of his finger he felt the big surge of heat in his crotch. It tasted very rich and sweet, like the best honey on the market.
"Why did you do that?" she asked. "Because I wanted to."
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. Finally she said. "You're different than the others."
"Because of that?" His hand went back to the honey pot. He swirled his finger a little bit feeling her contract against it. He was so stiff and big again that he was beginning to hurt.
"Because of a lot of things," she answered. She snuggled her buttocks down against the sheet. "Come on, I don't have much more time."
"Just let me...." He got on his knees and looked down at the golden honey pot snuggled between her open thighs. He couldn't wait to get his mouth down there.
Then he heard the door slam shut behind him. He whirled around and saw Dr. Stone standing in the room. Her face was hard and her eyes glittered.
"Get dressed, young man," Dr. Stone said crisply.
Packer glanced at Dottie. As she brought her legs together she frowned. Then she said, "You'd better go. Do as she says."
Packer glanced again at Dr. Stone. She had her arms crossed and her mouth was a straight line. Packer got off the couch and picked up his clothes. He dressed quickly as Dr. Stone continued to watch him.
The moment he'd finished she opened the door slightly. "Go straight down the hallway, and you'll find the exit."
Packer took one last look at Dottie. She'd turned onto her side so that her back was to him. She was tiny, and curvy, and golden. He stepped out of the room and the door closed behind him.
Dr. Stone went over and looked down at Dottie. "I guess I got here just in time, didn't I?"
"Yes, Olive."
Dr. Stone was a tall, thin woman. In her white uniform her breasts were scarcely visible. Quickly she slipped out of her uniform, and her breasts were like tea cups under the transparent bra.
"You can't let these boys stay too long," Olive said. "It's too suspicious. I can fake it for a little while, pretending that you're here to see me for medical reasons, but don't overdo it."
Now Olive Stone was completely undressed. She stood at the edge of the couch and smiled down at Dottie. "Besides," she said softly, "it wouldn't leave enough time for us, would it?"
Dottie turned onto her back and looked up at Olive. "Why don't you try it with a man, Olive? Maybe you're missing more than you'll admit."
Olive slid down beside Dottie. Gently her hand caressed Dottie's stomach. "I've already told you. I've tried men. They leave me cold."
Dottie asked, "What would you do if I stopped coming here?"
Olive smiled. 'Then I'd have to make other arrangements. But I wouldn't like that." Her hand was tenderly caressing Dottie's jutting breasts. "You're so beautiful, Dottie. So warm and soft, and so responsive. You keep telling me that you don't enjoy me. But I know that you do."
Olive's hand slid down Dottie's stomach. As it neared the damp patch of gold, Dottie obediently opened her legs.
"You see," Olive purred, "you find my touch very erotic." As Olive's hand caressed and stroked she added, "Already you've become very aroused."
"Because of him," Dottie said. Her voice was husky and her throat was tight. "He wanted to eat me. He would have, too, but you came in at that moment."
"He's just a boy, and because he's a male he doesn't know the first thing about a woman's passion." Olive dipped her head. Her tongue began to flick expertly at Dottie's stomach, moving slowly downward. Olive paused to add, "You know that I can arouse you so much better."
As Olive bent over Dottie, the blonde began to moan and writhe. Slowly she began to raise her body, arching herself and offering herself completely to Olive.
"Ohhh, Olive," she moaned. "You do that so nice." Her eyes were clamped shut and she rocked her head from side to side. Her stomach began to spasm in a slow sensual rhythm. Her golden skin glistened as it became gilded with perspiration.
"Olive ... I ... I can't take much more!"
Olive's laugh was throaty. In a low voice she said, "I like it when they get you started." Her tongue continued to flick expertly.
"Olive ... "
As they squirmed and writhed against each other, their groans became louder and wilder. Their mouths were locked together and their tongues dueled hotly as they pummeled towards their climax.
CHAPTER TWO
Packer had finished with the watering quite some time ago. He'd put the hose away and then he'd stayed around The Plaza, reluctant to go home. Now he was happy that he'd remained there.
The woman coming up the walk was in her twenties. Her hair was long, black and straight. Her eyes were green and she had a full mouth; but it wasn't her face that held Packer's interest.
He watched the way she walked. With the pocketbook slung over her right shoulder she came up the sidewalk, striding arrogantly as her hips swayed provocatively from side to side. She was wearing a tight sweater and a skirt. Packer, in the past week, had casually asked Hack Bell about her. She lived on the third floor, the top floor of The Plaza.
"Her name's June," Hack had revealed. "She doesn't work at a job so she must be a prosty."
Packer grinned at June now as she neared. "Hi."
She pulled her head back and studied him through long dark lashes. "Hi, yourself. You're new around here, aren't you?"
"I've been here about a week."
She glanced at the foliage growing around the entrance. "You're finished for the day, is that it?"
"I'm all through."
"Maybe you'd like to help me." Her smile was tantalizing. "Okay."
Packer followed her upstairs. After she'd unlocked the door of her apartment and swung it open for him, he stepped inside. He closed the door quickly because he didn't want Hack Bell to find him here. Hack Bell had warned him about getting too friendly with the tenants because they might complain to the owners.
June turned on some lights and then tossed her pocketbook into her chair. She sank down in another one and kicked off her shoes. "Grab a chair and rest. What did you say your name was?"
"Packer." He sat down, facing her.
"Packer," she said thoughtfully. She reached under the hem of her skirt. After she'd unfastened the top of the nylon she shoved it down her slim legs. She tossed the rolled up nylon at Packer, and he caught it.
"Just a second," she said. "I'll give you the other one. Straighten them out and hang them up on the shower curtain, will you?"
Packer felt the heat that was still in the nylon, and he saw a lot of bare thighs as she slipped off the second stocking. He was almost able to see all the way up her leg, but not quite. Gently he pulled the nylon stocking by the toe until it was full length. Then she tossed him the second one. He caught it.
"I think you've got a thing for nylons." she said.
Again June laughed in her sexy way. "You're not alone, Packer. Men pay plenty to watch me take them off."
Packer took the nylons into the bathroom. It was very cluttered with jars and cans of makeup and lotions. He draped the nylons over the shower curtain rod and came back to June.
"Are you a stripper?" he asked.
"Honey, I'm everything. You name it and that's what I am."
"A prosty?"
Her eyes tightened and she stiffened. "Where did you get that impression?"
Packer grinned. "You said name it and...."
"Forget it," she said. "And don't even suggest it to anybody. I don't want the cops banging on my door." She turned in the chair and let her legs dangle over the arm. Packer could see the bottoms of her bare thighs under the hiked-up hem of her skirt.
He said, "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do it because I don't want them to haul you away. I might want some of it some time."
She laughed. "You're just a kid. You don't have to buy it."
"I've never bought it."
"Yeah," she said, looking at him thoughtfully. "I'll bet you never have. Have you got a girl-one that puts out regular for you?"
Packer shook his head.
"That's what you need. You get yourself a young and tight little squirrel, and wear yourself out trying to keep her happy."
"I prefer older women," Packer said.
"Hey, you're really something!" She suddenly hopped out of her chair, went over and opened her pocketbook.
She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, but it slipped out of her fingers. She bent over to retrieve the pack. With her back turned to Packer the hem of her skirt was up very high. Packer again saw her bare thighs. He was almost positive June wasn't wearing panties.
She turned around and grinned, because she'd caught him peeking. "Did you like what you saw?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you'd like to see more?"
"Would I! I'll bet you act real sexy without your clothes. I'll bet you really know how to do it."
She lit her cigarette and then stood in front of him as she smoked it. Her glance was thoughtful as she looked at him through the cloud of smoke.
Packer was certainly different than the types she always ended up with. June was now remembering the downtown hotel she'd gone to during the lunch hour. June's friend, April, had called and told June that she had two John's waiting. June arrived there first. She found them partially drunk, their faces revealing their lust and sweat.
"Say, you're all right," the older of the two men said. He was fat, with greasy hair and sagging jowls. The other one was thin and shrunken, with rodent eyes.
June tried not to show her distaste. "How about a drink for me while we're waiting for the other girl?" She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.
"That's a damned good idea." The heavy man went to the dresser and poured bourbon into a water tumbler. "We want you to get in the mood."
June tried to relax with her drink, hoping April would show up because she didn't want to take them both on. June smiled, sipped, and made small talk as they waited.
April finally arrived, walking proudly erect, as though she possessed the best body in the world. Her glance was electric as she smiled at June. June had expected to feel the same reaction as always, but today she felt nothing.
"Why don't we get at it, girls?" The heavy man was unbuttoning his shirt. "Visiting firemen are always in a rush."
"That's right." The other man swayed drunkenly as he leaned over and began to unlace his shoes.
"You take the couch," April told June. "I'm taking this one into the bedroom," April took the skinny man by the arm, led him into the other room, and closed the door.
June stood up and began to take off her clothes. Slowly, and with lewd and suggestive movements she began to remove her pieces of clothing. "Whenever you're ready, handsome."
"Wow!" The man continued to disrobe, but his eyes were glued on June who performed a slow strip for him.
They were finally undressed and they got onto the couch. For June it was the usual boring ordeal. He smelled of sweat and booze and he was sloppy. His bulk flattened her as his hands painfully mauled her breasts. June cried out as his fingernails dug into her tender skin, and he mistook it for passion. He increased his mauling.
Because he was drunk and old, it took him a long time. He pumped and gasped, and panted and sweated. June gasped and groaned, pretending ecstasy, and slammed herself against him and tried to hurry his climax. Finally he came, and then he rolled off her like a punctured balloon.
There was a satisfied smile on his face because she'd simulated joy, passion, and wantonness. Now she smiled at him. "You're quite a fireman, big Daddy!"
"You're damned right! I don't have to pay for it. I have to fight off the women. But I like to give you girls a break, and that's why I buy it once in a while."
"I should be paying you." June was putting her clothes on again. "If I didn't have so many expenses I wouldn't take a cent from you."
"That's mighty of you, but I can't let you do that. I can afford to pay, and I will." He dug into his pants pocket and handed her two twenties and a ten.
It was more than June had expected but she took it and shoved it into her bra. "You're a tiger, big Daddy."
At that moment April came out of the other room. She was fully dressed. "Lover passed out on me," she said. "Do you want to pay me for him?"
"Sure." He turned his back on them as he dug into his billfold.
June and April left the hotel. June didn't mention it but she was sure that April had been paid twice. April never spread her legs for anyone before she'd been paid in advance. As they walked up the street April's hand tenderly gripped June's elbow.
"Your place or mine?" April asked excitedly.
"I don't feel like it today," June said.
"Oh, come on," April said. "After those two jerks, I need some fun. You and me, June. I could have called any number of girls for this trick, but I called you because we always swing so well."
June shook her head. "I don't feel up to it today. Maybe some other time."
April's grip tightened on June's elbow, and her glance was cold. "If you've hooked up with some broad, I'll...."
"No, that's not it. Believe me!"
Now as June stood in front of Packer, recalling her conversation with April, she suddenly realized why she'd tired of April. It had to be because of that young girl living on the second floor of The Plaza What was her name? Doris. That was it. Doris Farmer. She had to be a virgin.
June slowly became aware of Packer repeating a question. "How come you don't say anything when I'm talking to you?"
June shook her head and smiled. "I'm sorry. I guess I was too busy thinking about something else."
"Maybe you were trying to imagine how I'd be, jolting inside of you," Packer said.
"Sure." June went over to the chair and sat down again as she drew on her cigarette. "You guessed it, exactly."
"Well, why don't we do it?"
June laughed. Then she said, "I don't think you have the time or the money."
"You expect me to pay for it? Now I know what you are."
"It was just a figure of speech," she said. "Can't you take a joke?"
Packer continued to look at her. He was big and hard and he was ready. He tried to imagine what she looked like naked. He got up and walked over to her. He leaned his legs against the arm of her easy chair and looked down at her. He noticed that she glanced at his fly. She couldn't miss the big bulge there.
"At least...." His voice was hoarse and he stopped to clear his throat. "At least you could let me see you undressed."
June butted out her cigarette. That was exactly the way she felt about Doris Farmer. June would give anything to see that girl undressed.
June slid out of her chair. As she stood up her hands went to the bottom of her sweater. "Seeing me undressed is no big deal. I was planning to take a shower and change anyway."
Packer licked his lips and watched her pull the sweater over her head. Her bare stomach was dark, much darker than the skin of any girl he'd ever seen. Her breasts were big and the shade of coffee. They were so heavy that her bra sagged slightly.
June tossed the sweater into the chair she'd just occupied. "That will be it for today. Do you understand?"
Packer nodded.
"As soon as I'm undressed you'll have to leave. You don't touch, you can only look. Is that understood?"
"Sure."
June's glance became sultry and there was an impish look on her face. Packer's look was intense. Slowly she unhooked her bra and let it fall from her fingers.
Packer was breathing fast, and his stiffness was so big that he was beginning to ache. Her breasts were even bigger than Dottie's. June's breasts were like dark round melons and the nipples were larger and almost black.
"You're beautiful," Packer said. He reached out to touch her breasts. June's hand knocked his arm aside.
"Dammit, I explained that you could look but not touch!"
"It's not easy-just to look."
"Well, you've got to." She opened the waistband of her skirt. "If you can't stand it, you'll have to go."
"No, I want to stay."
She slid the skirt down her thighs and then stepped out of it.
Packer's crotch was throbbing with heat. June's waist was tiny but her hips were flared and looked very comfortable. She was wearing black, sheer panties. They weren't the usual panties. June's were the type that left the part between her thighs exposed. Packer had seen those panty ads in some of the magazines. He breathed rapidly as he savored the sight of June. Her stomach wasn't quite as flat as Dottie's had been; but June's dark skin and the patch of black hair framing her pussy was much more exciting.
Slowly June hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. She squirmed her buttocks and her big breasts swayed provocatively as she shoved the brief panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
She straightened up and looked at Packer. "Now you've seen everything. Get out!"
Packer moved a step closer to her. June punched him against the chest and shoved him backwards. "Get out, or I'll scream!"
"But this is torture!"
"That was the understanding. You wanted to see me naked." She walked around him and went to the door. Her hand was on the knob.
"Come on, Packer. It's time to leave."
Slowly Packer walked towards the door. "You don't know how I'm hurting, June."
"You'll hurt a lot worse if I shove a knee into your crotch."
"Just because I look young, you think I'm an amateur."
"That's part of it."
"I guess you don't know it, but I'm pretty choosy about my women."
"Sure you are."
Packer snapped his fingers. "I just don't want to make it with anyone that comes along." His hand tried to touch June's breast but she slapped it hard. "If you want a recommendation, why don't you ask Mrs. Block?"
"The rich bitch that owns this building?" June laughed derisively.
Packer grinned. He knew that she didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Sure. I call her Dottie. If I satisfy her, then I must be pretty good, don't you think?"
June stared at him. She had a feeling that he was telling the truth. As she looked at him she wondered whether he might have something that she hadn't discovered up to now. It made no difference to her. Men were all the same. Now if he were Doris Farmer-then it would be different.
She said, "I guess you get around."
Packer nodded. His glance travelled slowly over the curves of her lush body. Just by looking at her he could imagine how it would feel, making it with her. Having it deep inside of her she would probably suck at his goodness, like a pump, while he was stretched out on top, his bare skin pressed against hers.
"Come on, June. Let me do it to you."
"Out," June said. She swung the door open and stood behind it.
"Well, okay." Packer started to leave. "Maybe some other time." The moment he was through the doorway the door slammed shut behind him. He heard her putting the chain lock into place. Packer walked down the hallway, and then left the motel.
Hack Bell had the door of his apartment open and he saw Packer leave.
He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer. Hack was short and had a slight frame. He was in his fifties. As he poured the beer into a glass he remembered what he'd heard while eavesdropping at June's door.
Hack had immediately recognized Packer's voice and he had heard Packer bragging about making it with Dorothy Block.
Hack sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the wall. Damn her! Hack had been dreaming about her and wishing for her body ever since she and her husband had bought The Plaza. Hack could recall the one specific day when she and her husband had come to the motel. While he'd been talking to Mr. Block Hack thought she'd handed Packer something. It could have been a note. She must have invited the kid to hump her.
Maybe it would work out after all with Dorothy Block. Now that Hack knew something about her, maybe he could use it to good advantage.
CHAPTER THREE
Loren Farmer was getting ready to go to work. As he picked up his hard hat and lunch pail, he glanced at his two teenagers seated at the kitchen table, finishing their breakfast.
Gruffly he said, "Clean up the apartment today. I want it nice and clean when I get home."
Both Len and Doris looked at him and nodded.
Loren added, "I'll keep you busy so you'll keep your mind off other things. Don't let me hear of something happening, the way I did yesterday, or neither one of you will be able to sit down while you eat." He walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.
Len and Doris were twins, almost twenty. They continued to eat and stared silently at each other as they listened to the old man's receding footsteps.
Len's hair was straight and blonde, slightly darker than Doris' hair. He was wearing an old robe. Underneath it he had on only his pajama bottoms. The old man had finally conceded that he didn't have to wear the tops anymore if he didn't feel like it. Doris still had to wear her long cotton flannel nightgown. She kept her old robe snugged tightly around her so that the nightgown wouldn't show.
Len squirmed around in his chair and then cleared his throat. "What's he talking about? I'm already so sore it's hard to sit down."
"He didn't have to use the strap on you," she said. "I was the one that stopped to talk to June."
"I talked to her, too," Len said.
She said, "I still don't see anything wrong with that ... talking to someone who lives in The Plaza."
"He's got a thing," Len said. "You know that. How many times have we heard it?"
"A couple of million."
"Women are no good," Len said, mimicking the old man. "They are evil. Believe me, I know. I found out soon enough with your mother. She proved it that women are evil. I worked like a dog, trying to give her the best. Then I came home and found her down in the basement with the janitor. Almost naked, she was, the same as he, and they were doing a sinful thing! Because of it she had to die. She died because of her sin!"
Both Len and Doris ate quietly. Each one remembered that according to their father, their mother had jumped up and tried to run away. She'd stumbled and fallen, hitting her head against a wooden upright. Both Len and Doris had discussed that part of it often. They both came to the conclusion that they weren't certain whether their mother had really stumbled. Maybe something else had been the cause of her death.
Wistfully Doris said, "I wish I were like June, able to come and go as I please." The last couple of days she'd been peeking out of the window, watching Packer as he worked around the front of The Plaza. It would be nice to go down there and talk to him whenever she felt like it.
"June's very nice," Len said.
"Don't let Father hear you say that."
"I wouldn't say it to anyone but you, Doris. You're the only one I can talk to. All the guys in school are going steady. I can't even talk to girls."
"What about the girls I know?" Doris asked. "They've had dozens of boy friends." She rolled her shoulders.
Len asked, "I wonder who told the old man that we'd been talking to June?"
"I'm sure it was the manager." Doris shuddered. "Every time he looks at me I get the creeps."
"He's probably got a thing, too," Len said. "I wonder whether he was ever married?"
"Who'd want to marry a creep like him?"
"I don't know. Some women go for some weird guys."
Doris rotated her shoulders again and frowned. "Well, I certainly wouldn't marry someone like that."
Len stared thoughtfully into space. "I wonder what it would be like, being married to June?"
"She's too old for you, Len."
"I didn't mean that," he said. "She seems very understanding and warm. She just knows how to talk to people."
"Well, she should know those things, according to Father. How does he know she's a whore?"
"I wouldn't care," Len said, "what she is. I think it would be nice-just to be around her."
"You mean you'd like to make it with her."
Len flushed and grinned to cover up. "I don't know. I don't know what I want. I just know that I'm getting fidgety. I keep looking at girls and thinking about June."
Doris picked at a piece of bacon. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way. And being cooped up in this apartment all the time doesn't help matters." She grimaced as she shrugged.
"What's the matter?" Len asked.
"I guess I've turned into a woman," she said.
"I don't mean that. I know you have, just as I've turned into a man. I meant-you move your shoulders and you look like you're in pain."
"It's my shoulders and back. They're sore and tight, where he strapped me last night."
"Didn't you put anything on it? Salve or something?"
Doris shook her head. "After he strapped me he sent me to bed and locked the door. I was afraid to ask him about something for my back."
"Well, you can put some salve on it now. He's not around to stop you."
"Yes, I guess so. But I can't reach back there. Otherwise I would have put some on when I got up this morning."
"Get the salve and I'll put it on for you, Doris."
Doris shoved back her chair and got up from the table. "I think it would make me feel a lot better."
After she'd gone out of the room Len stared out the window. He saw the new man, Packer, down in front, playing the stream of water on the lawn he'd just trimmed. He's my age, Len thought, and he's free to go and to do what he likes. I wonder how many girls he's had so far?
"I got this out of the medicine cabinet," Doris said. She had a tube of salve in her hand. "It's cooling and healing-it says on the label."
"It's better than nothing."
As Doris slid into her chair again Len got up and walked around in back of her. Doris opened up the front of her robe and tipped her head forward. Len pulled back on the robe and moved the nightgown from the nape of her neck. He took the tube from Doris and squeezed a half inch of salve into his palm. He slid his hand into the tightness of her nightgown and smeared it on her back.
"That's great," Doris said, "but you're not down far enough."
Len pulled back on the cloth of her nightgown and peered down Doris' bare back. The welts were visible just below her shoulder blades. He shoved his hand downward, but his fingertips barely reached halfway down her shoulder blades. The neck of her nightgown was just too tight.
"I can't get down there, Doris. What do you want me to do, rip your nightgown?"
"Don't do that. Father would be sure I'd been raped."
Len tossed the tube onto the kitchen table. "You've either got to pull it up, or take it off. Otherwise I can't get at the welts"
When Len got to the doorway of her bedroom he saw that she'd taken off her robe, and she was stretched out on the bed, on her stomach. She pulled the nightgown up her back so that she was completely naked from the tips of her toes to the tops of her shoulder blades. Len recalled seeing her partially undressed years ago, but the sight of her now made him stare longingly at her.
Gently he used the palms of both hands, spreading the salve across Doris' marked back. He felt her soft skin becoming warmer. He squeezed out some more salve and repeated the procedure.
"Ummmm," Doris murmured softly. "That feels so good. It feels wonderful when someone rubs my back."
Rubbing her felt good to Len, too. He realized that he was becoming very warm and that he was getting bigger in the crotch. His whole body felt good and it tingled with excitement.
He said, "I guess that's why people have massages."
"Maybe," Doris agreed.
Len had now finished with her back but he began to massage the lower part of her back. There were no welts there and he was able to rub a little harder.
"My back feels better already," Doris said. She sucked in her breath and then sighed.
Len was staring down at her buttocks. Casually he moved his cupped hand onto the left one. He massaged a bit and pressured with his fingers. Doris didn't object. On the contrary, he noticed that she was moving her legs apart.
Len said, "Maybe I could learn to be a masseuse. I could practice on you."
"That's silly," Doris giggled. A masseuse is a woman. A man is a masseur."
"Well, whatever. All it takes is a little practice." As he continued to massage her buttocks he leaned to one side so that he could see better. His glance was fixed on the valley between her buttocks. He noticed that it was darker there, quite pink and then there was the little spot that resembled a small pink rose before it opened. Gently he let his fingertips massage it.
"What are you doing, Len!"
"Oooops. My hand slipped." He went back to massaging her buttocks and the small of her back.
"Oh, that feels so good," Doris said dreamily. Her legs spread out even more.
Now Len could see between her thighs. There were a few blonde curls visible, pressed against the blanket. Gently he slid his hand along Doris' inner thigh and touched her softness. Quickly he pulled his hand away.
"Len ... " Doris suddenly turned onto her back.
Len gulped and swallowed as he now looked down at Doris' bare front. She was so white and beautiful that he could hardly control himself from sliding on top of her. Her breasts were perfect hard mounds. With her legs spread apart he could clearly see the soft blonde curls and the outline of her bunny. Len's heart pounded rapidly and his penis seemed ready to burst.
"Len," Doris repeated, "isn't it a shame we're related?"
Len nodded and continued to savor her wonderful white body.
"Because if we weren't we could do lots of things together, wouldn't we?"
Again Len could only nod in return.
"Rub me in the front-the way you rubbed my back, Len."
Len sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently he began to rub Doris' stomach. His desire was now throbbing in his crotch. Roughly his hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breasts. Doris' hands gripped his wrist and jammed his hand hard against her nipple.
Len gritted his teeth. The feeling in his penis was big and it was so good he could hardly stand it. He pulled his hand away from Doris' grip. Slowly he let his hand slide down the front of her stomach.
"That feels so wonderful, Len." Doris' eyes were closed. She could see the silhouette of Packer above her and she pretended that Packer was stroking her now. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, bringing her body forcibly against his hands. He was doing it so nice and she felt beautiful. She moaned softly and happily as his hand neared the pit of her fire and wanting.
Len gently caressed the soft curls. As he pressed down a bit harder he felt the heat and moistness of her opening under his fingertips. Merely touching her there sent the heat jolting through him, and his hardness felt so good it began to spasm.
Len jumped up and ran out of the room. By the time he'd entered the bathroom he had to bend forward because he was finished with his come. His pajamas now felt cold and wet against his stomach. His penis and thighs were sticky.
He heard Doris calling to him but he couldn't answer. He was bent over the sink and silently his fist beat against the tile.
Doris didn't call him again. She kept her eyes closed and let her hands stroke the insides of her hot thighs. Sensually her fingertips caressed the skin until she felt her sex with its heat and moisture.
"You do that so well. "Packer," she whispered. "It's so nice. It feels so good."
Gently her fingers began to caress the puffed and heated lips of her bunny, eventually going to the little hard knot at the top. Doris gasped ecstatically as her fingertips made contact with the hyper-sensitive spot.
She ground her hips and stomach savagely against the roughness of the covers. The delicious spasms of her climax jolted through her heated body; and then she felt the wonderful heated liquid drain from her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Packer had now come to know all the people who lived in The Plaza. Except for the Farmers who lived on the second floor, and June, who lived on the third floor, he found little interest in the other tenants. They never spoke to him and he merely glanced at them when they went to work or returned again in the evenings. As a result of a number of questions directed at Hack Bell, Packer had learned all about the strict and strange old man and the way he kept his twins close to home.
Because Packer had caught a number of glimpses of Doris Farmer he now became intrigued about her, and the Farmer family. Through he window Packer had noticed that Doris was small and well rounded. She was very beautiful with her small white face and the blonde hair that tumbled around her shoulders. Within a couple of days Packer realized that she seemed to be waiting for him as he worked around the front of The Plaza, and finally when he waved at her he saw that she smiled and waved to him in return.
June, coming up the walk, saw the sign of friendliness that had passed between the two. She smiled up at Doris and waved, too, but Doris quickly moved away from the window.
"You must have scared her," Packer said. "It's that old man of hers," June said. "He doesn't want anyone bothering his two kids."
"I figure you'd rather pitcher her brother, Len," Packer said.
June walked towards the entrance. "That's all you know about it."
June went inside The Plaza and Packer stared at the doorway through which she'd disappeared. Because Hack Bell was away and wouldn't be back until that night, Packer followed June inside. He caught up with her as she was inserting her key into the lock of her door.
"What did you mean by that?" he asked. "You're a nosy bastard aren't you?" She opened the door. She stepped inside her apartment and left the door open. Packer went inside and closed it behind him.
"You sound as though you've got a thing for Doris?"
"Look, kid," June said, "It may shock you to hear it, but it's true." She tossed her pocketbook into a chair and kicked off her shoes. "I'm so sick and tired of men I can't stand it."
Packer stood just inside the door, feasting on the curves and lines of June's sexy body. Ever since she'd allowed him into the apartment he felt the" wonderful heat sheathing his body. It was fantastic the way June affected him. He couldn't believe that she couldn't get enjoyment while a man was inside of her.
June watched him through lowered lashes. She noticed the fresh flush in his cheeks and the mound that had formed in his crotch. He had to be well-hung, she knew, and he could probably go all night if he had the chance. It was too bad that he didn't have a sexy little girl that would keep him occupied.
Packer was saying, "Does that include me, June?"
She laughed in that low and sexy way that she'd developed over the years. Packer's heart beat faster and he felt ripples of excitement surge up and down his backbone.
Then June said, "I didn't mean to shock you, Packer."
Packer settled down on the edge of a chair facing her. "Maybe if you tried it with me-just once-you might change your mind about men."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
He nodded. "Dottie Block wasn't disappointed in me. And she's been around."
Angrily June said, "That broad's been reamed more times than I, I'm sure."
"So she's experienced."
Quickly June asked, "I thought you had a thing swinging with Doris Farmer?"
"I'd like to," Packer said, "but she's tough to get to."
June nodded thoughtfully. Briefly she recalled the day she'd found Len and Doris coming out of The Plaza and she was coming home. As June saw Doris, in the little dress that clearly out-lined her hips and breasts, she had felt the heat and weakness suddenly seep through her limbs. While she had talked to the two of them, she'd found it difficult to keep her glance off the little blonde.
Later June had heard that they'd both been strapped when their old man had heard they'd been talking to her. June had dreamed of Doris that night. She was holding the little blonde in her arms, feeling the heat and softness pressed against her body. Like quicksilver Doris had kept slipping through June's hands and when she had finally awakened she'd found herself bathed in a cloak of frustration.
June shook her head and rid herself of the nightmare. Now she studied Packer closely. "You seemed to be very friendly with Doris when I came home today."
Packer shrugged. "I've gone by the apartment a couple of times. I've even knocked on the door. She won't even answer. When I'm down below, working on the lawn, I noticed that she was spending a lot of time watching me. Pretty soon I'd look up and wave, and finally she smiled and waved back."
"I guess she likes you," June said.
"I'd like to get to know her better."
June dug into her pocketbook and brought out a pack of cigarettes. When she settled into her chair again and lighted it she crossed her legs. It was another movement that she'd developed over the years because she knew that it always brought the proper effect. She knew that her skirt was hiked up on her legs and that much of her bare thighs were now visible.
"Why don't you?" she finally asked.
Packer had been staring at her legs. Her thighs were dusky and firm. They were bare, and he could see everything, right to the point where they were crossed.
"Why don't I what?" he asked.
"Get to know her better?"
"Why should I?" he asked. "It's too tough. Besides her old man would probably beat me up."
"Wouldn't it be worth it?"
"I don't know," Packer said.
"What do you mean, you don't know? Wouldn't you like to dip your wick into that little blonde?"
"I'd like to dip my wick in you, June."
June took another drag on her cigarette before she ground it out in the ashtray. She hadn't realized that Packer was hung up on her this much. That might turn out to be a problem.
She said, "You'd be just another John."
"I wouldn't care." Packer fidgeted around in his chair. His eyes were bright and he tugged at the waistband of his slacks, as though trying to shift things to a less painful position.
"I'd do anything," Packer said, "If you'd let me...."
June settled back in her chair. She brought up her legs and settled her feet on the edge of the chair, and wrapped her arms around her knees. In that position she knew that Packer had a clear and unobstructed view of her bare thighs. On purpose she kept her legs together so that he couldn't see what she snuggled between her thighs.
"Anything, Packer?" she asked. "Anything."
"Then arrange it so that she'll come to this apartment."
Packer frowned. "How can I do that? I haven't been able to talk to her myself!"
There was fresh excitement in June's voice. "It's very simple. You work around here all day while her old man's off at work. Why can't you arrange it so that she'll come to my apartment? I saw her smile and wave at you today. She like you, Packer. She'll do anything you ask her to."
"Yeah," Packer agreed. He'd suddenly remembered about Doris' clear white skin, the blonde curls, and the wonderful mounds of her breasts that had impressed him before he'd caught sight of June's bare thighs again.
"Will you do that?" June asked.
"Sure," Packer said. "But it won't be easy."
June slid out of her chair and stood up. She put her hands on her hips, and then she shoved out her chest. Her breasts were big and hard mounds jammed against the front of her sweater.
"Tell her about me," June said, the excitement pitching her voice lower. Her hands came up and cupped her jutting breasts that were powered against thr front of her sweater. "Tell her how I can lover her and make her very happy. Just the two of us. She and I. She'll have nothing to worry about because she won't be with a man. It won't be a sloppy and inconsiderate male. I won't hurt her lovely young body and I won't deprive her of her virginity. That's it. Tell her that. Emphasize that she won't lose her virginity with me, if that's what's bothering her old man. She'd return to the fold, just as innocent and beautiful as she was before she came to see me."
Packer licked his lips because June had shoved her pelvis forward, and now her sexy mound was visible under the front of her tight skirt.
"It's going to cost you," Packer said.
"You've got to bring Doris to me. And it has to be soon!"
For a couple of seconds June closed her eyes as she slowly moved her shoulders from side to side. As her sweater tightened alternately across the tip of her left breast and then right one she imagined how they'd feel, rubbing against Doris' soft white skin.
Quickly Packer moved forward. Lightly he placed his hands over her jutting breasts. June's eyes opened but she didn't slap his hands, the way she'd done the other time.
He said, "Do you know what it's going to cost you, if I bring her to you?"
"I can imagine," she said.
For several seconds June looked up into his young and eager face. His eyes were bright, revealing the heat and passion that pulsed within him. She was aware that it was a bad business arrangement, advancing him her body before he delivered Doris; but if that's what it took to get him to help her, then it would be worth it. After all, what did another John matter anyway?"
You know how I like to see you undressed!"
"Sure. Do you want to undress me, or...."
"Yeah. Let me undress you, June!"
Her laugh was low and husky as she dropped her hands to her sides. "Where do you want to start?"
"With your sweater." He came towards her and as his fingers gripped the bottom of her sweater he caught the scent of her heated and spicy perfume. Gently he started to lift up the bottom of her sweater, feeling the bare, hot skin that was slowly being revealed.
"There's a zipper at the back of my neck," she pointed out.
Packer used one hand to pull it down, and then he was shoving the sweater over the tops of her jutting breasts. While the sweater was moving over her face his glance was fixed on the transparent bra. Through its sheerness he saw her heavy dusky breasts with the dark nipples.
He stripped the sweater from her head and tossed it aside. "You almost smothered me," June said.
His arms slid around her waist, on their way to the clasp of her bra. Suddenly he walked around to the back of her As his fingers worked at the hooks he kissed her bare shoulder, between the shoulder strap and the side of her neck. "You smell so good, June."
"Well, thank you."
He'd now unhooked the bra. Gently he shoved the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. As it feel to the floor he slipped his hands under her arms, and then he grabbed a big heavy breast with each hand. His nose nuzzled at her mass of long, straight, black hair.
He asked, "Do you have a zipper on your skirt, too?"
She moved her buttocks and they rubbed lightly against the front of his slacks. "Why don't you check it out yourself?"
"Yeah. Reluctantly he released her breasts and slid his hands down her front until he had gotten to the waistband of her skirt. His right hand found the zipper at her hip. He sent it down the track. Then his fingers slipped under the loose waistband of her skirt, towards the front. He felt the heat of her bare skin. The elastic of her half slip was tight against his fingers.
He pulled his hands out of there and walked to the front of her again. The sight of her jutting breasts and the sexy smile on her face made him swallow a couple of times.
"You move around a lot," June teased. "Don't wear yourself out before the main event."
"Don't worry," he panted. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt along with the elastic of her half-slip. Slowly he began to pull downward, the roundness of her lush hips coming into view. As he continued to pull he settled down on his knees in front of her.
"I feel like a young bride," June said.
"You could be. You're beautiful enough to be that." Slowly the lower part of her stomach was coming into view, and finally he was seeing the soft black curls that glistened under the light. He continued to bring her skirt and slip downward, only vaguely aware that she hadn't worn any panties today.
Now that the clothes were at her ankles he brought his hands up and lightly stroked her thighs. "Let's go to bed, June."
"I thought you might like to carry me. Don't you want to do the whole bridge bit?"
He was so big and aroused now that his slacks were hurting him. With an easy effort he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. On the way June squirmed in his arms and her tongue drilled into his ear. That increased the excitement that spasmed up and down his spine.
He put her down onto the bed and then he began to undress hurriedly. June was stretched out on the bed with her legs primly pressed together. She watched him slipping out of his clothes and then he was finally nude. He was angled out in the front, proudly displaying his tower of strength.
"That's not bad," she cooed.
He glanced down at himself only briefly, but she could tell that he was pleased. "Like I said, I've had no complaints." His knees were on the bed.
"I know you won't get any complaints from me.
Suddenly Packer fell forward and landed on top of her. As his body mashed against her heated bareness the breath gushed from his open mouth.
"You feel so good, June."
"You haven't even started." She squirmed and shifted under his weight, spreading her legs at the same time.
"But I'm going to." He reached down, gripped himself and guided himself slowly forward. "See ... " He tried to go in easy and take his time, but he lost control.
He was all the way in.
Immediately her heat and moisture increased the wonderful feeling inside of him. He felt the spasms of delight becoming more intense and their rhythm increased. He wanted to postpone the end. He didn't want to move because movement would finish him quickly.
"Don't!" He wanted to tell June to stop moving. There wasn't a lot of movement. She merely muscled her legs and rubbed her stomach against his; but it was more than he could stand.
Violently the peak of his climax jolted through him and it was a fantastic feeling. It continued for several seconds and then it gradually diminished. He was happy and delighted, but at the same time he was disgusted because it had happened so fast.
June tipped her body and rolled him off the top of her.
"Damn!" he said angrily.
June was laughing softly as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "That was my part of the bargain. Now get dressed and get to work on Doris."
CHAPTER FIVE
The following day as Packer worked around The Plaza he kept an eye on Hack Bell's apartment. Packer saw him leave to go shopping.
"I'll be back in an hour or so," Hack said.
"I'll be here when you get back."
The moment Hack had driven away in his car, Packer went inside the building and a few moments later he was rapping on the door of the Farmer apartment. Packer had already seen the old man leave that morning. Loren Farmer had been wearing his hard hat and carrying his lunch pail, so Packer knew that the old man had gone to work.
"Who is it?" Len answered.
"Packer. You've seen me working out in front of the building."
"Sure." The door was being unlocked. Len opened it a couple of inches and peered out at Packer. "What do you want?"
Packer looked beyond Len and he saw Doris in the room. She was wearing a housedress with a small apron. The sun glinted off her blonde hair and made her small round face look soft and golden.
Finally Packer said, "I just wanted to talk to you ... and Doris."
Len shook his head. "We don't have time. We're busy."
"Look," Packer said, lowering his voice, "I know how it is with your old man. I know he doesn't want you to get friendly with other people. I won't tell."
Len said, "Somebody probably already saw you here. You'd better leave." He started to close the coor.
Packer stuck his shoe into it. and then pushed it open a bit wider. He saw that Doris was looking at him. Her mouth was firm but excitement made her eyes bright.
"Besides," Packer said, "I've thought of a good excuse. I've come by to see whether you need anything for the apartment. Is everything working all right?"
"Fine," Len said.
"How about you, Doris? Have you been having any trouble with he plumbing?"
"No," she answered. She glanced at Len. "Maybe it would be all right, Len."
Len shook his head. "You heard what the old man said. You'd better go, Packer."
Len began to shove the door shut again. Packer knew that they wouldn't let him in. Finally he said, "Why don't you and Doris come on down and talk while I'm working?"
The door had suddenly closed. Packer turned around and went downstairs again. For the entire day he made it a point to avoid June so that he wouldn't have to give her a report of the failure on his first attempt.
On the following day he was surprised to see Len come out of the building and sit down on the grass near where Packer was working.
"Sure is a nice day, isn't it?" Len asked.
"It's better when you're not working."
Len pulled out a few blades of grass and tossed them aside. "Oh, I don't know about that."
"How's Doris?" Packer asked.
"She's fine."
"That's good."
"She told me to tell you 'hello'," Len said. "Did she really?"
Len nodded. After several moments he added, "I think she like you."
"I'm nuts about her." Packer said. He glanced up and down the street. "Do you think I could run up and say 'hello' to her?"
"No."
"It wouldn't hurt anything."
"My old man would find out and it would hurt plenty." Len rubbed his backside. "I'm just getting over the last strapping."
"I tell you he'd never find out!" Packer said.
"He'd find out. He always finds out. Sometimes I wonder whether he doesn't have somebody spying for him when he's at work."
"You're just jumpy, that's all, Len."
"I've got a right to be jumpy." Len's hand ripped a leaf from a shrub. "He found out about me talking to June." Len kept his head down while his thumbnail made indentations in the leaf. "As bad as he beat me, I never regretted it-talking to her."
Packer stopped to study Len. Obviously Len had a thing for June, too. Ever since Packer had had his chance with June, he knew that he'd never get another one. Then Packer suddenly remembered his bargain he'd made with June. As he peered at Len, he wondered whether Len might be able to help him.
Now Packer said, "One of these days ... why don't we arrange something, Len? You talk to June. While you're with her I can visit with Doris. If your old man should find out about it-which he won't-but just in case he does, and he straps you, you won't regret it because you were with June."
Len's eyes were bright as he looked at Packer. Eagerly he asked, "What do you mean ... with June?"
"Just what it sounds like."
"Do you think she might invite me to her apartment?" Len asked.
"You never know, Len."
Simultaneously they both became aware of the click-click of high heels on cement. June was coming up the walk.
June had already caught sight of them. Her glance darted about, hoping to catch sight of Doris, too, but Doris wasn't about. When June stopped near Len and Packer, her glance was cold and it was fixed on Packer.
"Well, what have you accomplished?"
Packer tried to avoid her glance. "Well, not much so far, June." He was thinking rapidly, hoping t come up with something that might make her happy. Then he grinned.
Len mentioned that he thinks Doris likes me.
"Well, hooray," June said coldly.
"That's true," Len spoke up.
Packer continued, "And Len thinks you're great, June."
Len flushed, but June noted that he was looking intently at the mounds of her breasts. "That's awful nice of you, Len."
Len said, "The old man whispered us something awful the last time Doris and I talked to you. The manager must have told him."
"Hack's gone shopping," Packer said. "He won't be back for another hour."
June's glance was on Packer. "Then what are you doing down here?"
"I wanted to go up to talk to Doris, but Len doesn't want me to."
"Doris wouldn't open the door, anyway."
"Well, why don't you go see?" June asked sweetly. "There's no harm in trying." She pulled her glance from Packer and looked at Len. "We'll be up in my apartment."
Again June's glance was directed at Packer. "Maybe you can get Doris and bring her over to my apartment, too."
"She wouldn't do that," Len said.
"You come with me, Len. We'll wait in my apartment-just in case she and Packer decide to come over." June started up the entrance.
When she noticed that Len wasn't following, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "I'll leave the door unlocked for you, Len."
After she'd disappeared inside the building, Len looked over at Packer. "Do you think I should?"
"Go ahead," Packer said. "There's no one around to see you."
"I think I will." Len bounded up the steps and went inside.
Packer waited until he was sure Len was in June's room. Then he went inside and quickly walked to the Farmer apartment. He knocked softly.
"Who is it?" Doris asked behind the closed door.
"Packer," he whispered. "Now what do you want?"
"I just want to talk to you, Doris." After a pause he added, "Open the door and let me in."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Just because. I'm sure somebody would find out that I let you in. I'm not even supposed to talk to you."
"Talking can't hurt," Packer insisted.
"You'd better leave," she said. "These apartment walls are so thin, somebody may hear you talking to me now."
"Let me inside and they won't hear us. Please, Doris."
Because she didn't answer immediately he held his breath and hoped she was changing her mind. Finally she said, "Go away now. I'm not going to answer you anymore."
"Doris!"
Packer waited about three seconds. "Doris ... thanks for saying 'hello' to me through Len."
He waited, but she didn't answer. He pressed his ear against the door but there was no sound inside. Silently he tried the door. It was locked.
Packer went to June's apartment. June answered his knock and opened the door. "Well?"
Packer shook his head. "She wouldn't open the door. And she talked to me for only a n nute." He tried to see past June. "Maybe if Len went with me, and if he said she could open the door, she would."
"Well, if it takes Len," June said, "he and I will go over and see Doris." She was closing the door in Packer's face.
"Wait! Didn't you invite us all to your apartment?"
"Yes, providing Doris could join us. Now you'd better get back to work!" The door slammed shut and Packer heard her moving away from it.
Packer slowly walked down the hallway. By the time he'd gone down the flight of stairs he'd made up his mind that he was going to try Doris' door again. Then he heard the car door being slammed shut out at the curb and he knew that Hack Bell must have come back already.
Packer was coming out the entrance as Hack came in, carrying a small sack of groceries. "Where have you been?" Hack asked.
"I had to go to the can," Packer told him without looking back.
As Packer went back to work he kept glancing at the the building, wondering what was going on in June's apartment.
At that moment June was coming out of her bathroom, tightening the belt of her robe around her waist. While she'd been changing into her robe she'd left the bathroom door open. Len had been telling her the reason for his old man's strictness, and the reason he thought all women were sinful.
Now June said, "I always wondered what his reason might be for keeping you and Doris restricted to the apartment. That's too bad."
Len had been watching the flash of her tawny legs as she came back into the room. She wasn't wearing any slippers, and at the throat of her robe he could see part of her bare chest. Len was positive that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the robe; and he felt the heat building in his crotch.
June stopped in front of him. Her long black hair streamed down her back. She reached up and pulled some of the strands forward so that they spilled over the mound of her right breast. Then she said, "Doris must be very lonely. Why don't you take me over to her so that I can talk to her?"
Len's eyes widened. "I sure wish I could, June."
"What's stopping you?"
"Well, you know what'll happen if my old man hears about it."
"How will he know? I certainly won't tell him."
"Well ... " Len fidgeted around in the chair, " ... the manager might find out about it. He'd tell the old man."
"But Hack went shopping. He isn't even in the building. You remember Packer telling us that."
June noticed that Len eyed her intently. Occasionally he wet his lips. The mound under his zipper was rapidly becoming larger. June laughed huskily and casually bent one leg at the knee so that part of her bare thigh became visible. Immediately Len was staring at her leg.
June asked, "Wouldn't you do that for me, Len ... take me to Doris? Who knows, I might like to do you a favor sometime."
Len was slowly coming to his feet. "Do you really mean that, June?"
She couldn't keep from laughing. Her years of experience had taught her many tricks that she could use to hook a man. And this one, Len, was so easy.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," she cooed in a low voice.
"All right," Len said. He started for the door. June was already ahead of him.
The moment Len had agreed to taking her to Doris she'd felt the wonderful flush of heat spreading through her entire body. Excitement, like ripples on a pond, throbbed in her limbs. This was almost too good to be true! She couldn't remember the last time she'd become passionate so quickly as she was now.
June opened the door and Len stepped forward, in front of her. He glanced down the hallway and immediately jumped back into the room again.
"Hack Bell!" he whispered. "He's coming up the stairs!"
June peeked outside and saw Hack coming down the hallway. Slowly and quietly she closed the door. As she went over to a chair the anger and frustration dragged at her limbs. If Hack had only waited five more minutes. That would have given them time to get to the Farmer apartment.
"I can't take you now!" Len whispered. "He'd be the first to see us and tell my old man."
June sprawled out in the chair. Her feet were extended and she knew that her robe had fallen open and that her thighs were clearly visible, but she didn't care. She stared thoughtfully at Len as he settled into a chair directly in front of her; but she was thinking only of the problems she'd had trying to get to talk to Doris alone.
First she'd honestly believed that Packer might be able to bring Doris to her. Obviously Packer hadn't accomplished a thing, otherwise he wouldn't have enlisted the aid of Len. Even June had thought that Len might be the key to her ambition. Perhaps he would have been, but suddenly everything had gone wrong again.
Doris now fixed her glance on Len. Men. They were all the same. All they thought about was using her and her body to accomplish what they wanted. They really didn't care about her, or what she wanted.
Look at this one, June thought now. Len's eyes must be sticking out at least a half inch because he knows I'm nude in my robe, and he can clearly see my legs. He can see everything but what's hidden between them. Normally he'd sell his own sister to be able to see what's between my legs, but because of a sadistic old man he has turned chicken.
June felt the anger stirring inside of her. I hate him. I hate Packer, just as I hate all other males.
"I'm sorry you're so disappointed," Len was saying now. "I really thought we could sneak over to the apartment."
"Oh, shut up!" June snapped.
Slowly Len got out of his chair and walked over to her. As he sank to his knees in front of her, one of his hands touched her bare thigh. As he started to stroke it lightly he said, "I don't like to see you when you're sad. You're always so pretty and full of life ... it's not right."
"Why are you rubbing my leg?" she asked.
"Maybe ... I thought it might make you feel better."
"It doesn't" she said.
"Well, you don't mind if I rub your leg, do you?"
June stared at him through slitted lashes. I'm going to fix him, she thought. I'll fix him, good.
In a low voice she asked, "Isn't it kind of one-sided? Can I rub your leg at the same time?"
Len nodded. "Sure, if you want to."
She patted the arm of the easy chair in which she was seated. "Get your butt up here, Len."
Len straightened up quickly and sat down on the arm of the chair. One arm was on the back of the easy chair, but he wasn't touching her. June curved her fingers and began to stroke her nails up and down the inside of his thigh. She felt him beginning to tremble and she could hear him breathing erratically.
"I can't rub your leg now," Len said excitedly. "It's one-sided again."
"Well, we'll have to do something about that." Expertly her fingers found the tab of his zipper. Because he was aroused there was a lot of pressure against his fly; but June moved the zipper down the track.
She slipped her hand through the opening and gripped the bulge in his shorts.
Len gasped. "I'm real sensitive there ... but it sure feels good."
Now that June had him she knew exactly how to manipulate him. She kept the cloth of his shorts gripped in her hand, along with his hardness. She'd decided that she wouldn't even give him the pleasure of letting him feel the touch of her hand.
As she held him tightly and moved her hand back and forth she felt his increased heat and swelling and she knew that it would be only a matter of seconds. She didn't even mind when he lurched sidewise, against her. His arm had slipped around her shoulder. His hand drilled downward and slid under her robe. He found her breast. He gripped it and then his fingers were spasming rhythmically as though her breast were rubber on a bicycle horn.
"I didn't think you'd do this to me," he panted.
"What did you expect I'd do?" She could feel him begin to squirm and fidget about on the arm of the chair.
"I thought you'd let me-June ... " His voice had suddenly been choked off. His hand no longer spasmed around her breast. It was now motionless, his fingertips digging into her skin as he gripped and held onto her breast.
June felt the way he was now responding to her movements. He was bouncing and thrusting in rhythm with her shuttling.
"I ... I ... I ... June ... you got me hot so fast...." Len suddenly arched his body. His shoulders were resting on the back of the chair and his legs were spread, his feet extended.
Roughly June shoved him off the arm of her chair. Len landed solidly on his back.
Len was whimpering softly as the climactic shudders jolted thorugh his body. His hands were socked into his groin and he was almost bent double as he rolled onto his side.
June didn't watch him. As soon as he'd finished she was going to throw him out of her apartment.
PART TWO
CHAPTER SIX
It was Sunday afternoon. The streets were quiet and the motel was quiet. Loren Farmer sat at the kitchen table, idly going through a stack of bills that needed to be paid. Because he'd now finished with the Sunday paper, Len and Doris had split up the sections and they were reading.
As Loren straightened up in his chair his glance happed to to out the window. Down on the street he saw June, walking slowly as though she were enjoying the sun. Loren's mouth tightened. He wanted to stop looking at her but it was impossible.
Ever since he'd found out that Len and Doris had been talking to June, he'd made it a point to take a better look at her. For the last few days he'd seen her on the street and unobserved he'd watched the way she walked and the way she spoke to people. And especially had he watched the way her jutting breasts bounced when she walked rapidly. Last night he'd even dreamed about her.
Now that she was out of sight Loren pulled his glance from the window. He'd been gripping the gas bill so tightly that he'd almost torn it in two.
Len tossed the newspaper aside and then he stretched lazily. It was an exaggerated movement because he hoped to attract the old man's attention; but the old man was staring at one of the bills he held in his hand. Again Len stretched, and then he stood up.
"I think I'll go for a walk," Len said casually.
Loren whipped his head around and glared at his son. "What for?"
"To get some fresh air."
Angrily Loren said, "Open some more windows if you want more fresh air."
"But I need the exercise," Len said. "Walking is good for you."
"You want to take a walk with June, is that it?"
"Why ... no...."
"Listen to him!" Loren was looking at his daughter. "As if I didn't know she's out on the street, prowling like a cat that's in heat. That's exactly what she is! She's an animal!"
"I had no idea she was down there, honest!"
"Forget it! Forget about taking a walk!" Loren shuffled through some bills. "She's nothing but a tramp. All women are tramps. Sinful tramps!"
Len settled back down in his chair again and decided to re-read the sports section. He knew that it wouldn't do any good, trying to convince the old man that he wasn't planning to walk with June. Even if June were down there right now, he wouldn't walk with her anyway. Not the way she'd treated him while he'd been in her apartment. Len glanced over at Doris.
She seemed to be reading intently, but Len knew better. He knew that she was thinking about Packer and regretting that she hadn't let him into the apartment that day. When Len and Doris were alone, Doris always began to talk about Packer.
Several minutes later Loren suddenly shoved back his chair and stood up. There was a white piece of paper in his hand. "This bill from the drugstore, the day I charged the medicine for the flu that Doris caught, it's not right. I'm going to see them about it. They're open this afternoon."
As he went out the door he said, "Both of you stay in here until I get back."
Len flung his paper across the room and stared sullenly at the wall. Doris got out of her chair. She walked over to the window and looked longingly down into the street. She was wearing her best house dress. Although the old man had bought it for her at a sale, it couldn't conceal her soft, rounded curves and the jutting silhouette of her breasts.
Doris ran her hands over her body, feeling the fullness of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, and the slim and well-proportioned thighs.
"Damn him," she said softly. "He didn't have any fun when he was young, and he doesn't want us to have any fun either. He's nothing but a-a shriveled prune-no good for anything!"
"He's just too old," Len said.
"Well, I'm not old! I'm young, and so are you! We're not about to sit here and shrivel up the way he did!"
She glanced out the window and noticed the old man leaving The Plaza. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk for a few seconds. His hands were in his pockets as he looked up and down the street.
She wondered what he was waiting for. He never stopped and looked around when he had a destination. Doris found his actions rather strange.
Then Doris saw a figure coming up the opposite side of the street. It was June! Doris glanced back at the old man. He was now staring across the street at June. For several seconds their glances were locked and then the old man started walking down the street. June remained motionless, her glance fixed on his departing figure. Slowly she stepped off the curb. As she walked across the street and headed for the departing Loren, her hips swayed provocatively.
Doris turned away from the window and glanced over at Len. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen! It had seemed as though the old man had been looking for June. And yet, he had always called her a tramp and a sinful woman. Had the look that passed between them been an invitation for her to follow him?
"Len!" she said excitedly.
"What's the matter now?" he said disgustedly.
"I want to talk to Packer."
Len's eyes were big. "You ... what?"
"I want to see Packer. Go to his place and get him and bring him here."
"What are you talking about? Are you losing your mind? Do you want the old man to kill us both?"
"He's not so high and mighty as he likes to pretend! I just saw him-just now I was looking out the window-and I saw June, too. I'm sure there was some signal passed between them. He started walking up the street, and then June followed him!"
Len ran to the window and looked outside. "You're nuts, Doris."
"They're gone now," Doris insisted. "I tell you I saw them. They went off somewhere together. Don't you understand? Going to the drugstore was just an excuse for him to get out of here to go meet her."
Len shook his head. "It doesn't make sense." At the same time he knew that his sister didn't he.
Doris' hand was on his sleeve. Her chest rose and fell with the excitement that throbbed within her. "It's all true! Please ask Packer to come up here."
"No."
"If you don't, I'll tell father a few things about you."
"What will you tell him? I don't have a chance to go out either."
"I'll tell him about those little books you keep in your room-the little cartoon books-and they're ah about naked people making love."
Len stared at his sister. Doris had changed within the last few minutes. She was no longer the girl the way she'd always seemed. Suddenly she'd blossomed into a full grown woman. Her eyes were on fire, and her face was slightly flushed.
Len realized that they were no longer kids, a brother and sister. They were now a man and a woman, both with needs, both with desires that needed to be fulfilled.
Tenderly his hand touched her cheek. "You poor kid," he said. "I understand what you've been going through."
"It's been terrible," she said. "I just have this fire, this need to love someone."
"I'll see if I can find Packer," he said. "But we've got to be very careful." On his way to the door he suddenly stopped. "When Packer gets here ... you'll just talk ... and nothing else, right?" He felt a little jealousy, imagining what Packer might do to Doris.
"Oh, don't worry about it!" Doris said impatiently. "Just go ... and don't worry."
When Len came out of the entrance of The Plaza he glanced carefully up and down the street. It was deserted. If Doris had really seen the old man and June, they certainly weren't in sight now.
Loren had really walked to the drugstore. He'd walked slowly whenever he peeked secretively over his shoulder he'd seen June following him. Loren went into the drugstore and began to browse at the magazine counter.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw June enter the drugstore. He kept his head down and pretended to be reading a page of the opened magazine; but his every sense had been attuned to the sound of her clicking heels as she neared.
She was standing beside him now, and he could smell the scent of her spicy perfume. He continued to stare at the open page. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that her pumps were set about a foot apart; and her tight skirt out-lined her firm thighs. A rush of heat and panic flooded his body. He wanted to run away from her and yet there was some strong attraction keeping him rooted to the floor.
Gruffly he asked, "Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you," she said softly. "I went for a walk, the same as you."
"You've been following me." He kept his voice low so that others wouldn't hear. Suddenly his voice had lost some of its anger. In fact, it had been almost pleading, as though he'd wanted her to confirm that she had been following him. He heard the soft rustling of cellophane.
"Do you have a match?" she asked.
"No." He shook his head. "I don't carry matches, because I don't smoke." He heard the latch snapping shut on her pocketbook.
"I guess I really didn't want a cigarette," she said very softly.
Her perfume was clogging his nostrils and her nearness made him tremble. It was even worse than it had been in his dream the night before.
"Why don't you look at me?" she asked.
He swallowed. "Go away. I don't want to look at you."
He heard her soft, sexy laugh, and the hair tightened at the nape of his neck. Then she said, "If you don't want to look at me, why do you stay?"
He was shaking his head but he couldn't answer her. He could think of nothing appropriate to say.
"You can walk away from me," she said, "if you really want to." June moved a step nearer to him. "I don't think you really want to go, do you?" She let the tip of her breast touch his arm. "Look at me, and talk to me."
Loren gritted his teeth and his hands tightened on the open magazine; but he found himself turning slightly so that he could look at her. He felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach.
June's tawny skin and black hair contrasted sharply with her white, tight sweater and her light-colored skirt. Her mouth was partly open, and her eyes had a sultry and dreamy quality.
"What ... what do you want?" he finally managed to say.
"What do you want?"
"You're sinful," he said. "Very sinful. All women are sinful."
"I suppose that's true," June answered. Sensually the tip of her pink tongue wet her lower lip. "But we're a lot of fun, aren't we?"
Loren's hands gripped the magazine. The moment he'd realized that she'd entered the drugstore and was coming over to him he'd been aware of the stirring of passion in his loins. Now he felt the fierce and wild fires that roared within him. He wanted to grab her and hold her and shove himself against her, to feel her heat and softness pressed against his hardness.
"Oh, no!" he said. "No!" He shoved the magazine into the rack. Then he turned his back on her and walked out of the drugstore.
He started walking rapidly up the sidewalk, not in the direction of The Plaza, but in the opposite direction. He had to walk fast, to get away from June; but by the time he'd reached the end of the block, he didn't feel like walking fast anymore. As he waited for the light to change, he glanced over his shoulder. June was walking towards him. Her head was erect and she was smiling as her hips swayed provocatively.
He stepped off the curb and then continued to walk slowly. Now he was positive that she would follow him wherever he went. The sun had already gone down and dusk was creeping into the streets. Because he wanted her to follow him and eventually catch up with him, he now began to glance about, trying to think of a spot where he could go. Suddenly he remembered the park.
He was at the deserted end of the park, stretched out on the grass near some thick shrubbery when June came walking up to him.
She said, "Well, it's about time you stopped to rest. I haven't walked this much in years."
He continued to look up at the darkness but he heard her drop her pocket book and then she was kneeling down near him. The next moment she was very near and then her mouth was coming down to his.
He put his hands out to grab her shoulders and to push her away. But the moment her wet and heated mouth touched his lips he could only grip her shoulders tightly. Her hot tongue drilled between his parted teeth. He only resisted halfheartedly. His entire body seemed to be on fire. Her body became limp and now her breasts were pressed against his chest.
He wanted to resist, he tried to move her away from him; but then her hot, bare knee slid between his thighs. He felt the electricity of her lust. Loren's arms went around her. He pulled her down on top of him and then his mouth and tongue assaulted her mouth.
She broke away from him? and then she was upright again, on her knees beside him. She laughed softly. "Did you think that was sinful?"
"Damn you!" He started to sit up but she shoved him back down.
"Where are you going?"
"Away from here. Away from you."
"Why?"
"It's ... it's wrong. I must be losing my mind."
"But you liked it!"
"I hated it! You're like the others. You women are all sinful!"
"You're a liar," she said softly. "You loved it. How long has it been since you've loved a woman. I mean ... since you've had it in a woman?"
"Shut up! Don't talk like that!"
"Oh, cram it," June said. "You liked it real good, and you want some more of it. Now that you've sampled the first course, you want the whole meal."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more."
Again he heard her laughing softly. "I've got a banquet prepared for you, Loren."
"I don't want it."
Loren was aware that he could jump to his feet and run away from her; but instead, he found that he was staring up at her, his glance trying to probe her face in the darkness. Vaguely he could see her face. She was smiling down at him as her hand squeezed and caressed the hardness under his zipper. She was no good. She was sinful, a devil. Loren struggled to his feet.
She stood up and stepped forward. She slid her arms slowly around his neck, and her hot breath was on his face. He gasped and then his arms lashed around her waist and pulled her against him.
"I'm all yours, Loren," June moaned softly. She brought her mouth to his.
Cruelly he smashed his lips against hers and crushed her to him. He felt her big breasts cushioned against his chest. Her sex was grinding against his hardness; and his body was inflamed with lust.
Suddenly she pushed herself out of his embrace. Her hand gripped his. He stumbled obediently alongside her as she led him into the darkness and the seclusion of the shrubbery.
"Right here," she whispered, sinking down on the grass. "Come on."
He dropped to his knees between her outstretched legs. He panted hoarsely as his palms slid over her hot bare skin. Roughly he shoved up the hem of her skirt and now his hands were at the apex of her thighs. There were no panties that he had to contend with.
"Come on!" she purred softly.
He groaned softly and pulled down his zipper; and seconds later he'd shoved his shorts and trousers down to his knees. He was erect and powerful. As he fell forward and onto her she guided him deftly and with a savage lunge he thrust himself all the way in.
June kept her eyes closed and there was a half-smile on her mouth. She was aware of him in a detached way, feeling his savage thrusts and hearing his gasps and groans as though his existence was unreal.
He suddenly increased the tempo of his pounding, and as June realized that he was finishing up already, she opened her eyes and stared up at him.
First it had been Len, and now she'd had Loren. There was only one other Farmer left. Doris.
Len didn't have to go to Packer's place, because when he got to the end of the block he saw Packer coming towards him. Len leaned his shoulders against the side of a building and waited.
"Hi," Packer called out.
"Hi."
"Where are you headed?" Packer asked.
"Nowhere," Len lied. "I was just taking a walk."
"Where's Doris? Is she out for a walk, too?"
Len shook his head.
"How about the old man. Is he home?"
Len said, "He went for a walk, too."
"Hey, that's great," Packer said. "Maybe I can go up and see Doris."
After a pause Len answered, "Doris wants to see you, Packer."
"Really? That's great! Let's go." Packer started towards The Plaza. He slowed down so that Len could catch up with him. "Come on, Len."
"What's the rush?"
"To have that much more time with Doris, before your old man gets back."
Len said, "Doris saw the old man and June walking up the street together."
Packer stopped and peered into Len's face. "You're kidding."
Len shook his head.
Packer continued to stare thoughtfully at Len. Packer knew that June was interested only in Doris, and he couldn't understand why she'd spend her time on the old man. Maybe she wanted to prove that she could seduce him, too. Now that Packer was thinking about June, he remembered the questions he'd wanted to ask Len.
Packer said, "Maybe she wants to compare ... him and you. Did she let you do it that day when you were in her apartment? You were in there a long time."
Len wasn't about to reveal to Packer what had happened. "Sure," he said. "Really?"
They were now walking slowly towards The Plaza "She sure did," Len said boastfully.
"Where did you do it? How? Tell me about it"
"It was a really big .scene," Len said. "She practically killed me."
"Tell me about it!" Packer repeated.
"Well," Len began, "after you'd gone she went into the bathroom and took off her clothes. She left her door open and we were talking all the time. I could watch her every second. After she'd taken all her clothes off she stood for a couple of minutes, looking at herself in the mirror, but twisting and turning her body so that I could see it from every angle. Her breasts stuck out like a pair of jugs and I could see the muscles rippling in her smooth thighs. The she slipped on the robe and came out of the bathroom again."
"And that was it?" Packer asked.
"Oh, no. That was only the preliminaries. She came out and sat down in a chair. I sat down in a chair and we talked for a while. I could see that she was getting the hots for me and that she was trying to get me hot, too. She began to squirm around in her chair. The bottom of her robe fell open and I could see her legs right up to her pussy. Before long the belt around her waist came loose and the top part of her robe was open. There were her two boobs, in plain sight, just a couple of feet away from my face.
"Of course, I pretended that I didn't jump at anything or anybody that want my hot, young body. Casually I mentioned a few things about her. I told her about her beauty, and figure, and the way she walked, and I intimated that she probably found few men that could satisfy her."
When Len paused to see how Packer was reacting to his tale, Packer quickly asked, "Yeah ... then what happened?"
"Well," Len continued, "pretty soon I'd gotten her so hot by just talking to her she couldn't sit still any longer. She came out of her chair, slowly and sexily, and just let the robe drop from her shoulders. She was weaving and swaying her naked body in front of me, begging me to take her. I got out of my chair and when I put my arms around her I thought her mouth was going to eat me alive. She was hot as a flame; and while we kissed and jammed our tongues together she was rubbing up against the front of me."
"You still had your clothes on?" Packer asked.
"Yeah, but she started to undress me," Len said. "She was panting and moaning as she tore my clothes off me, and when I was naked as she, she threw her arms around me again and this time she was so hot that she could hardly talk. But she kept babbling how big I was and how badly she wanted it inside of her. Finally she grabbed me and pulled me down on the floor on top of her."
Len was talking fast now, running his words together, because the story he was telling seemed very real, as though it had actually happened.
"When I socked it inside of her she moaned and bucked as though I'd jabbed her with a spear. I kept jabbing it at her and when I wasn't kissing her mouth I sucked her nipples and she was bucking and bouncing around on the floor. Then her long legs wrapped around my waist and she began to groan and complain that it was the best she'd ever had and that I was the best man she'd ever had and when we finally came she felt so good she damned near passed out"
"No kidding." Packer looked at Len with new respect
"After that we did it again, very slow and we took our time. When I finally left the apartment she was so knocked out and satisfied she said she was going to bed." Len shook his head slowly. "I guess I must have treated her all right"
"I guess you did," Packer said.
They were now at the entrance to The Plaza. Both of them glanced up and down the street, looking for the old man, before they went inside. Listening to Len's account of his making it with June had excited Packer and he was eager to get to Doris.
Packer said, "Why don't you stay out here and watch for the old man."
"Why should I?"
"To tip us off when he's coming back! When you see him you can tell me about it and I can be out the back way before he gets inside the building."
Len said, "I meant ... why should I do this for you?"
"I'd do the same thing for you, Len, if I had a sister and an old man like yours. You know that." Packer headed inside.
"Packer," Len called out
"Yeah?"
"Now you're just going to talk, right? I mean ... Doris is my sister."
"Sure," Packer said. "What did you think I planned to do?"
"Go on," Len said.
Quickly Packer went to the Farmer apartment. As he stopped in front of the door and before he knocked he felt the rapid beating of his heart and the heat in his crotch. Hurrying up here he'd already imagined what it would be like, being alone with Doris, and now that he was here he felt a little reluctant about knocking. He finally tapped softly.
"Yes? Who is it?" Doris asked softly.
"It's me," Packer whispered.
Quickly the door opened and then he saw Doris. She was barefoot and barelegged; and she was wearing a dress that fit her snugly and out-lined her hips and breasts.
"Come in, Packer," she said.
Packer's mouth was dry and he swallowed a couple of times as she closed the door behind him.
"How have you been?" she asked.
Packer nodded. "Fine. And you?"
"All right, I guess." She smiled at him. "Would you like to sit down?"
"Sure." Packer sat down on the couch. Doris sat down in the easy chair, facing him.
"Len said you wanted to see me," Packer said.
She nodded. "I hope you wanted to see me, too."
"Oh sure," he said. "You know that, Doris. I've been wanting to see you and talk to you for a long time." Merely looking at her and watching the way the blonde hair swirled around her neck and shoulders increased the beat of Packer's heart.
"What have you been doing for yourself?"
"Oh not much."
"I was afraid you might have a date this afternoon."
"No," Packer said. "I don't fool around much with girls."
"Just June, I suppose."
"What did you mean by that?" Packer asked.
"Oh," she said, "I've watched you talking to her and I've seen the way you look at her when she walks." Doris sighed and pushed some strands of hair from the side of her neck. "I wish I could be like June."
"Oh, you're much prettier," Packer said.
"What do you think of my walk, Packer?" Doris suddenly stood up and then she walked across the room.
Her back was to Packer and he watched the swaying of her hips and the rolling action of her buttocks under the dress. Her legs were slender and very good; and he thought he heard her thighs rubbing together. Now she'd turned around and she was corning back again. He saw the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Her lips were slightly parted and she had a dreamy look in her eyes.
"You walk real good, Doris. Real good. You're so much prettier than June there's no comparison."
"Thank you," she said softly. And then she sat down on the couch, at the very end, and turned so that she faced him. "Except I never have a chance for anyone to see me."
"Well, if you were out in a crowd, the men would fall all over themselves, trying to get a better look at you." Packer's hand went out and covered hers.
"Do you really think so?" She moved her fingers lightly but she didn't pull her hand away.
Packer felt the heat and softness of her skin. It traveled up his arm and spread heat through the inside of his body.
"Your skin is so soft and warm." He squeezed her hand, and at that moment he remembered waht June had asked him to do. June wanted him to bring Doris to her so that she could make love to her. Briefly Packer imagined the two of them together, clasped tightly, the tawny skin of June next to Doris' clear white skin.
"Just touching your hand makes me tingle all over." Doris' voice sounded slightly choked.
"Me, too," Packer agreed. He'd suddenly made up his mind. He wasn't going to arrange a meeting between Doris and June, ever. He squirmed closer to Doris now and moved his hand from her hand to her bare knee. He felt her tremble as he touched her.
She put her hand on top of his and shoved slightly but he didn't move his hand away. Doris asked, "Is Len watching-in case my father comes back?"
"Yes." Packer slid his hand an inch up her thigh. Her skin was so hot it almost burned his palm.
"I hate him," Doris said in a flat tone "The way he pretends for Len's and my benefit, and then he goes off with June. He's worse than any of us."
"So he probably won't be back for a long time," Packer said. As his hand slid up another inch it made his hardness swell. "And Len will see him coming up the street."
Doris suddenly squirmed away from him and got off the couch. "It's getting dark," she said. "I'd better turn on a light. At least one. So that he won't suspect anything wrong if he should look up at the window." she Turned on one of the lamps and because it had a small bulb the apartment was lighted with a soft glow.
Packer came off the couch and stepped behind her. Gently his hands settled on her hips and then his arms went around her waist. "Oh Doris," he said.
Doris sucked in her breath sharply and stiffened. Then she leaned her shoulders against him and tipped her head back so that it rested against his chin. "I feel so good when you hold me like this." Her hands stroked his forearms.
Packer realized that he was trembling as badly as Doris. He opened his mouth and sucked in air and then he kissed her hair. It smelled clean and slightly perfumed. Doris sighed softly and rubbed her fanny against the front of him.
"You're lovely, Doris."
Slowly she turned around in his embrace, and then she was facing him. As Packer's mouth came down she offered her lips. The touch of his mouth on hers sent a bolt of lightning crackling down her spine. She threw herself against him and her arms held him tightly.
Packer's tongue dueled hers, and as she groaned she began to grind her hips and pelvis against him. He knew that she felt his hardness because her bumps and grinds became more pronounced. His hands were on the cheeks of her fanny. His lingers worked and spasmed as he crushed her against him.
They were both gasping for breath as they broke their embrace. Doris pushed her hands against his chest and Packer reluctantly released her.
Breathing heavily she glanced down at the front of her dress. "I can't get it wrinkled. He'd notice it immediately."
"Take it off," Packer said softly. "Here, I'll help you. We won't get it wrinkled." His hands were moving over her body searching for hooks or zippers.
Doris pushed his hands away and stepped back. "Do you think I should?"
"Yes! I want to see you, Doris. I want to see all of you."
As her hands held his she quickly loosened the zipper and squirmed out of the dress. Her hair was now slightly disheveled as she carefully draped the dress over the back of the easy chair.
Packer could only stand there and stare at her. She was wearing the briefest pink panties he'd ever seen. Her bra was also pink. Now as she finished with the dress and turned to face him, he saw that her breasts were round and jutting, the hard nipples visible through the bra's sheerness. Down below he could see the clump of gold snuggled in the crotch of her panties.
"Are you disappointed?" Doris asked softly.
"Oh, no!" Packer kept shaking his head. She had a very lovely figure. It was so curvy and white; and there was a wonderful softness about it, as though she was very fragile. He'd have to be careful and handle her gently.
He walked to her and when his hands covered her breasts she groaned throatily. "Oh, that feels good."
"Let me take it off, Doris." His hands slid around to her back.
She pushed his hands aside and moved away from him. "Will you do something for me?"
Packer had no idea what she meant, but he nodded.
"I want you to rub my back, like a masseur," she said. "I'll be in my bedroom. You can come in, in a minute."
"Sure," Packer said as he watched her running out of the room. It seemed only seconds later when he heard her. calling out to him.
Packer came into the bedroom and saw that she'd taken off her bra and panties. She was stretched out nude on her stomach on top of the bedspread. Her head was turned on the pillow so that she could look at him.
"Come on," she whispered excitedly. "Rub my back."
Packer sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently he put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub tenderly. Doris moaned.
"That's it," she said. "That feels so good."
"I've never rubbed a girl's back before," he said.
"Len rubs mine and puts salve on it, whenever the old man beats me." She squirmed languidly. "You can rub a little harder if you want."
"Okay."
Gently Packer continued to rub her shoulder blades; and then his hands began to move down her back. Occasionally his hands moved down to her sides, briefly caressing the sides of her cushioned breasts. He was breathing heavily and open-mouthed. As he finished with her lower back and began to massage her fanny, he saw Doris spreading her legs and before long he was caressing the softness of her inner thighs.
Packer's throat was clogged. "Do you want to turn over-so I can rub your front?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yeah."
"I want to, but I don't know if I can trust myself," she purred.
"Turn over," he said. "Let me see you, and want to rub you there."
"You won't do anything else?" she asked. "I've got to be careful."
"I'll be careful. Come on, Doris."
He straightened up and let his hands rest on his own thighs as she slowly turned over onto her back. Packer could only stare at her and swallow rapidly.
Her full round breasts were taut and jutting, topped by light red nipples that resembled marbles. He saw the movement of her stomach as she breathed and then his glance was fixed on the silken tendrils visible at the juncture of her thighs. She was so lovely and she looked so soft. Packer couldn't decide where to rub first.
Finally he put out his right hand and placed it palm down over her navel. Touching her very lightly he could feel the series of quick spasms that jolted through her body. He said huskily, " thought your back was great, but your front is fantastic."
Doris moaned softly and squirmed her hips. "I feel so good when you touch me and look at me like that."
Packer leaned over and kissed her stomach. The skin was like silk against his lips. He shot his tongue through his teeth and tickled her with the tip of it.
"Oh, Packer!" Doris' hand gripped his upper arm. "That makes my hair stand on end!"
He straightened up again and looked into her face. Her skin was slightly flushed and he saw the heat and wanting in her eyes. He also saw the taut and provacative nipples. He leaned forward again. His mouth headed for her nipple at the same time his hand slid down her stomach.
"Hey, Packer!"
Len had just burst into the apartment and his whisper was urgent. He glanced around. He saw Doris' dress and he immediately guessed they were in the bedroom.
"Packer! Doris!"
He came into the bedroom and saw them. Doris was nude, and on her stomach, stretched out on top of the bed. Packer was standing at the edge of the bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Doris Block had just showered, and she'd slipped into a thin blue robe before combing her hair. The phone rang; and when she answered it she didn't recognize the voice. The name meant nothing to her.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"Hack Bell," he repeated. "I've got to see you right away, ma'am."
"What do you want?" she asked, the irritation rising in her voice.
"I'm the manager of The Plaza. And I've got to see you right away. In private."
Hack Bell was fidgety and a bit frightened. Ever since he'd overheard Packer bragging about making it with the rich Dottie Block, Hack had made up his mind he was going to get some of that rich stuff, too. It had taken him over a week to get up enough courage.
This morning when he'd awakened he'd decided that he was going through with it, no matter what happened. There had been too many nights when he'd been lying awake, thinking about Dottie and imagining how it would be with her. After he's showered he'd put on the only suit that he owned. Then he went to a phone booth that was less than a block from the apartment house where Dottie and Luther Block lived.
Now that he had Dottie on the phone and was actually talking to her he wondered whether he should hang up and forget about her. No. He couldn't do that. He'd never be able to forget her if he didn't go through with it. He had to prove to himself and to Packer that he was a better man. And he'd do it with the best: Dottie Block.
Now she was saying, "I don't know anything about The Plaza. My husband takes care of those matters, as you know ... "
"I'm not talking about The Plaza," Hack interrupted. "I've got to see you about something private, and very personal. Now do you know what I mean?"
"No, I don't know what you mean. I hardly know you...."
"But you've seen me around. Maybe you didn't pay any attention to me ... but I sure noticed you. You're very pretty."
"Say, what is this?"
"Don't get mad at me and hang up. I just want to talk to you-about Packer."
"Packer?"
"Sure. He's the kid that works for me part-time here at The Plaza. You sure know him."
There was a pause and then Dottie said, "Oh, I see. Did he ask you to call me?"
"Well ... in a way he did, and then again he didn't."
"In that case," she said, "perhaps I'd better see you."
Hack's face beamed. "I'll be right up."
"No! You can't come up here! I'll have to meet you somewhere else. I'll meet you in Dr. Stone's office in a half hour."
As Dottie slipped out of her robe and began to dress she tried to remember what Hack Bell looked like. She could only recall that he was a man in his fifties, rather short with a slight build.
When Dottie got to the doctor's office and found Hack in the same room where she'd met Packer, she studied Hack closely. Sitting in the chair he seemed rather anemic and almost pathetic. His mouth was partly open and his eyes watched her hungrily.
She closed the door firmly and locked it. Not even Olive Stone was going to have a chance to see her with this one. She sat down in a chair across from Hack and crossed her legs. His glance fixed itself on the nylon sheathed limbs and remained there.
"All right," she said. "What do you want?"
Hack licked his lips and then cleared his throat. "I ... I know about you and Packer."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Hack's eyes widened. He'd never imagined that she would talk like this. She'd always seemed so cool and poised. Her voice, and the words she used, were no different than some of the tough girls he'd known in his own neighborhood when he'd been young. So now he felt on an equal footing with her.
"You went to bed with Packer. I know all about it. You passed him a note and invited him over. You asked him to screw you."
Dottie caught and held her breath. "You're out of your mind," she bluffed.
"I know all about it. I can even give you some of the details if you want me to prove it." He hoped she wouldn't take him up on it, because he knew only what he'd heard.
"This is ridiculous," Dottie said, forcing a smile. "I have nothing to hide. Especially something like that."
"I think you do have something to hide. I'm not so sure that you want your husband to hear about it. He might even divorce you. A rich couple like you ... getting divorced ... that would make headlines in the paper. That would sell a lot of papers. People like to read about rich dames like you making it with young kids while the old man is away, making more money for you to spend."
Dottie could no longer smile about it. Neither could she pretend that it didn't matter. Hack Bell apparently knew something about her and Packer and he meant to use that information to his best advantage.
"All right," she said. "First of all there's no truth to what you're talking about. I don't even know a kid named Packer. But apparently you need some extra money. Maybe you want to buy yourself a girl. So, to avoid any trouble I'll pay you to keep quiet. How much do you want?"
Hack shook his head.
"You don't want money?"
"I don't want any money from you."
"Then what's the reason for all this nonsense If you don't want any money, what do you want?
"You," Hack said. "I just want you." He grinned, then leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
Dottie studied him through slitted lashes Now that he'd made his proposition anc straightened up he didn't seem quite as small and insignificant any more. His feet were set apart on the rug and his thighs bulged under his slacks. Not only that, there was a tremendous bulge visible under his zipper. Dottie suddenly became aware o the tingling in her breasts and the heat coursing u and down her thighs
"And if I let you take me-will you keep your mouth shut after that?"
Hack nodded slowly. "I won't tell a soul. I' keep my mouth shut. I'm not like Packer. I won't talk about it. Not only that, I'm better than Packer is now, or ever will be. That's the way I figured it If you needed someone like him to screw you, why not me, and you'll get a bigger charge out of it?"
He certainly talked a very good line, Dottie thought. But why not let him, now that he was here? She felt that he would keep his mouth shut and her husband, Luther, wouldn't hear about it.
She smiled and kicked off her shoes. "You aren't diseased, are you?"
"No, ma'am. I'm very careful about where stick my tool. Always have been."
"Then let's get at it," she said.
As Dottie began to undress she found that she was being reminded of the old days. At that time she'd been much younger, of course. Traveling with the road shows, a girl in the chorus line, Dottie had had a lot of one-night stands. After they'd closed the show each night there was always a man that wanted to sleep with her; and she would take them to her cheap hotel room. Without any preliminaries or words they'd both undress; and they'd get to gether lik a couple of animals. Quick and fast and then it would be over with.
That's the way it had been until she'd met Luther. Men had come and gone in the night, but Luther had returned the second night. He'd been well-dressed and he seemed to have a lot of money, but in the beginning she hadn't been impressed. She'd thought him just another guy with a flashy front and nothing to back him. Maybe that had been the reason that Luther had panted after her, from town to town, and finally asked her to marry him. She was so tired of traveling and the drag of everyday living that she told him she would.
Then she discovered that he actually owned several apartment houses and motels and that he was very rich. She was grateful and she thought she loved him; but during the days when he was gone, she could that she hungered for more sex than he could supply. Like a caged panther she'd paced back and forth in the apartment, fighting the heat that seethed within her. Finally she'd gone to see Dr. Stone; and after that the arrangement had been satisfactory enough. Whenever she needed a man she could come here. If no man was available, there was always Olive Stone.
Now as Dottie skinned the panties down her legs and tossed them aside she saw that Hack Bell was already undressed. With the fire in her thighs and the passion hurting her breasts she went over and settled down on the pink-sheeted couch.
"Like I said, you're very pretty." He was standing at the edge of the couch.
Dottie kept her eyes closed. "Just get on with it," she said. "We made a deal."
"Sure," he said. "We sure did."
She sucked in her breath and held it, expecting him to fall on top of her. As long as she kept her eyes closed and didn't look at it, she could pretend that he was just about anyone that she wanted to.
But his body didn't drop on top of her the way she'd expected. Instead, his hands moved quickly and softly over her entire body as though he were searching for her most erotic areas. Lightly they slid over her stomach, cupped her breasts briefly and then touched the mound of her sex. The next moment his hands were caressing her calves, then her ankles, and finally stroking the bottoms of her feet.
Dottie couldn't suppress the groan of delight that welled up in her throat. She felt the fires of passion throbbing within her, but at the same time her limbs seemed drugged and she was unable to move. She was aware that he'd moved her legs apart and she anticipated that he'd squirm in between them. A second later his hands were on her chest, caressing, touching, and then she felt his face as it snuggled itself in the valley of her breasts.
Her arms felt weighted down but she managed to bring them up so that her hands could massage his sparse head of hair. His lips had now found her right nipple. As he fastened on it and drew it into his mouth she dropped her hands and arched her body. Just as quickly as he'd started he moved away from her breast. Dottie settled her body back down again, squirming and writhing and awaiting the next touch of his mouth and hands.
And that's the way it continued. One moment his mouth and tongue were tickling and licking one part of her body and then he'd move on to some other part, while his hands continued to caress and stroke. She discovered that he was a skillful lover. He knew how to tantalize and tease her. Slowly and deliriously he brought her to one stage of passion and then went on to the next.
She felt the passion and desire seething within her. Her body was sheathed with flames and the core of her sex was a huge cavern of molten lava that screamed for fulfillment. She was now at the stage where she couldn't wait any longer. She cried out for him, she begged for him to take her. Her body pitched and rocked with the torture of her desire.
Finally, when he hadn't responded to her pleas and wishes and she was on the verge of screaming out her frustrations, she wondered whether this might not be the extent of his capability. Perhaps he was unable to complete that which he'd started, and he meant to leave her suspended on the highest peak of passion.
He'd only been toying with her. Because the next second she found him sliding on top of her and simultaneously he probed and drove into her. He was like a bull, wild and powerful. The scream that had begun died in her throat.
She brought her own body up to his and she held him tightly while she buried her face in the damp creases of his neck. Deep and big within her the savage fires peaked as a result of his powerful thrusts; and quickly her entire body burst open and she was engulfed in the exquisite spasm of the climax that rocked through her body and drained her completely.
She fell back exhausted, her entire body still tingling with passionate bliss; and she realized that there had never been anyone like him. Of all the men she'd ever known, the one-nighters, Packer, and including her husband, Luther, none of them could compete with Hack Bell.
Dottie felt him moving away from her. She now opened her eyes to stare at him in admiration and awe. He was sitting on the bed, looking down at her. Again she couldn't believe that his size and age could have evoked the response which she'd just felt.
"Damn you," she said softly. "Damn you, you're great."
Hack nodded. "Didn't I tell you I was better than any of them?"
"You're terrific."
"Better than Packer. Just like I told you."
She squirmed around on the sheet and pushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. "Ummmmm," she moaned softly. "I'd like some more of that."
"Sure. Anytime. Just call me, or drop off a note."
"I mean now," she said. She sat up and her hands gently caressed his bare arm. "I want some more right now."
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe in a couple of hours."
She tugged at his arm, trying to pull him towards her. "I can't wait a couple of hours. It has to be now. Right away. Come on."
She'd struggled to her knees. Now she tugged at his arm until he toppled onto the couch. She pushed on him until he was on his back. For a quick second her glance studied his slight frame. Tenderly her hands caressed his chest, his stomach, and his legs. Then they found the item of joy that had brought her such exquisite delights moments ago.
"It won't be a couple of hours," she panted. "It'll be very soon. You'll see."
Like a cat she was crouched over him. While her hands caressed and stroked, her tongue and lips tickled and teased. She purred throatily when she discovered a slight revival; and then she hungrily drew him into her mouth. Her wet tongue swirled and curled around him while she suctioned in slow and leisurely spasms, becoming aware that he was filling up again and getting bigger. Within minutes she'd revived him completely.
"Hey, that's pretty good." He started to sit up. His hands came forward and clutched at her, trying to draw her into his embrace.
She shoved him back down again. "This one is on me," she panted. "You deserve to relax and enjoy this one."
Sensually she slid on top of him. Her tongue, cat-like, washed his chest. On her knees and straddling him, her head was lowered onto his chest.
Hack was looking at the top of her head. The mass of blonde hair had slipped forward, completely shrouding her face. He heard her moaning throatily and felt her gripping him tightly as she guided him towards the pit of her passion.
Suddenly she'd fitted herself to him. As she straightened up she settled down upon him, driving him deep within her.
Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. One hand pushed the damp hair away from her cheek. "Oh, you're the greatest!"
He chuckled softly. "I made a believer out of you, didn't I?" He dug his heels into the couch and arched slightly.
"Oh," she gasped. She began to twist her body slightly from side to side. At the same time she was raising and lowering herself. "It's deep," she panted. "It's so deep I can hardly breathe."
As she moved up and down in the slow and leisurely tempo, Hack felt the fresh heat and juices. Sitting above him she appeared to be a picture of lust. With her teeth bared and her breast heaving, she was like a golden savage. He reached up and grabbed her thrusting breasts.
They were hot and hard in his grip. Powerfully he held on to them, letting his fingernails bite into the heated golden skin.
"That feels great," she gasped. "Everything feels great. I've never felt anything like this."
This time he really arched and drove himself against her, probing her innermost depths. He found that his body was caught in the throes of the greatest ecstasy. He was no longer content to let her move up and down and around him.
His hands slid off her breasts, and now he was throwing himself up at her, every time she came down. The fires of passion tingled and throbbed through him, from his toes to his scalp.
Faster and faster they were now moving together. He gasped and fought to catch his breath; and she moaned and panted and babbled about how good it felt. With a quick rush the climactic peak of his ecstasy engulfed him. Like a wild man he slammed against her as she pounded him.
Suddenly she muffled a deep-throated scream and fell forward. With her perfumed and hot face pressed against his cheek he felt her convulse and spasm, and then they were pushing against each other and wallowing frantically in the final and climactic stage of their orgasm.
He didn't move. He lay completely spent and exhausted, trying to catch his breath. She was motionless, her damp and heated skin pressed against him.
After a while she stirred, moaned throatily and rolled off the top of him. She was now sprawled on the couch beside him. Her eyes were still closed and her taut breasts rose and fell with each breath.
"You're the best," she said. 'The best."
"Didn't I tell you?" he asked proudly. "That's what I told you. I proved it to all of them, didn't I?"
"I don't know who you proved it to," she said. "But you sure proved it to me."
Dottie Block suddenly jumped off the couch and stared at the closed and locked door.
Outside, in the hallway, she'd just heard the sound of her husband's voice.
CHAPTER NINE
Luther Block had seen Dr. Olive Stone coming down the hallway, and he'd asked the question. Now he saw that she'd suddenly become motionless. Her eyes were wide and the color had drained from her face.
Luther repeated his question. "Where is my wife?"
"What ... what seems to be the trouble?" she finally stammered.
"I think I should ask you the same question," Luther said. "You act as though my arrival shocked the hell out of you."
"It's ... it's just that I didn't expect to see you, Mr. Block."
He walked up to her and gripped her white-coated arm. "Where's my wife?"
"I don't know," she answered.
His hand released her arm but he stood in front of her so that she couldn't pass him. "Dottie's not at home. I was just there. She comes to see you at least once a week. So if she's not at home, she must be here. Now, where is she?"
"She's not here. I don't know what you're talking about."
Luther's voice dropped a notch, and now it was low and threatening. "There's something funny going on. I'm sure Dottie's here at this moment and you're hiding her. Why? That's the big sixty-four thousand dollar question. And unless you tell me I'll see to it that your license is revoked. Now do you understand me, an d do we understand each to her?"
Olive Stone continued to stare at Luther. His eyes were hard and she knew that he'd meant every word he'd said. Because of him she'd been able to build up a good practice and at the same time he was rich and powerful enough to ruin her. There were a few things in her background that she wanted to forget. If Luther Block threw his weight around there would be an investigation. That could ruin her.
After a short silence Olive Stone said, "I've meant to talk to you about Dottie, Mr. Block."
"Oh really?"
When she nodded he asked, "It's a bit unusual for you to tell me at a time like this, isn't it? After all, you are a doctor, a professional. It would seem to me that you would be the one to take the initiative-perhaps call me and ask me down to your office for a meeting."
"Well," Olive Stone hedged, "it wasn't until today that I had enough facts and findings to make my report to you, Mr. Block."
"Call me Luther." His tone had softened.
"Yes, Luther." Olive felt a lot better. She felt that he believed her. If she could stall about Dottie, perhaps she could take Luther into her office and talk to him. Meanwhile Dottie and the man in the room with her could sneak out the back exit.
Olive asked, "Do you have a little time now-to talk in my office?"
"If it concerns Dottie," Luther said, "I've got all the time in the world."
"Then let's go to my office ... Luther."
In the privacy of her office, Olive Stone settled into the chair behind her desk. "Please sit down, Luther."
"Well, let's have it." He sat down and crossed his legs. As he looked across the desk and watched Olive Stone rearranging some of the medical folders on her desk, he noticed her cool efficiency.
Luther Block couldn't really explain why he'd decided to come down to the doctor's office today. For quite some time now he'd been concerned about his wife, Dottie. Through casual questioning he'd begun to realize that Dottie was making a lot of visits to Dr. Stone's office, and without her telling him what was wrong with her. The question had kept building in the back of Luther's mind.
Today he'd felt especially concerned about her, and he'd decided to call home. No one had answered the telephone. When he'd arrived at the apartment he'd discovered that Dottie was not there. On an impulse he'd driven down to the doctor's office. Olive Stone's reaction to his sudden appearance had confirmed his suspicions that all was not right with Dottie. He appreciated the fact that Olive had offered to take him into her confidence.
Olive Stone was aware that Luther was studying her carefully. Now that she'd lured him into her office on a pretext, she realized that she would have to give him a report on his wife that would justify the invitation. Again Olive became acutely aware of the power that Luther wielded. On the other hand, Dottie meant nothing to her. Olive decided to change flags.
"Is it that bad?" Luther was asking now.
"No, it's not really bad," Olive said. "It's just-it's rather delicate."
"Proceed," Luther said.
Olive's glance was direct and held Luther's. "Dottie ... as you know ... is quite a passionate and active woman."
Luther's eyes became slitted. "Do you mean she's oversexed?"
"Well," Olive paused to clear her throat, "let's say she has a strong sexual drive."
"Go on."
"Because of that she found it necessary to have extra-marital relations."
Luther's brows tightened. "How long has this been going on?"
"Quite some time."
"Oh, I get it," Luther said. "Whenever Dottie got hot pants she came here and you arranged it for her to ... to come here and get her satisfaction with another man. What was this ... a medical experiment?"
"Goodness, no," Olive said.
"But you arranged it!"
"No, I didn't!"
"But you condoned it!"
"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Luther uncrossed his legs and sat up straight. "What does she have on you, Olive?"
Olive turned her head and looked at the wall of her office. "I can't tell you that."
"Was Dottie here today?" Luther said. After a short pause Olive nodded. "Yes." She could reveal that now, because the moment she'd settled behind her desk she'd pushed the button twice that was concealed under the desk's edge. That had benn the pre-arranged signal for Dottie. Dottie had heard it and by now both she and the man with her would have scurried out of the back exit.
"With a man?" Luther asked. "Yes."
"Who was he? Do I know him?"
"I don't know," Olive answered.
"Do you know him?" There was anger in Luther's voice.
"No. I never saw him," Olive said.
Luther stood up. His face was hard and his mouth was firm. "So that's it. The two of you against me. I know how to handle my wife. That's personal, just between Dottie and me. And I know how to handle you."
"What are you going to do?"
"My wife is my personal matter."
"No," Olive, said, getting out of her chair. "What are you going to do about me?"
"You?" Luther's glance was cold. "I'm going to ruin you for life."
Olive now faced Luther. The desk was between them but as their glances met it seemed to draw them closer together.
Olive came around the side of the desk, her hands unbuttoning the front of her white jacket.
Luther had decided that he was going to turn and rush out of her office. Now he watched Olive Stone as she came towards him. It was actually the first time that he'd really taken a good, close look at her.
A number of times Luther had watched Dottie while she'd been brushing her hair and getting ready for bed. A number of times he'd regretted marrying her. At the time that he'd met her he'd assumed that she had slept with a lot of men. Luther had pushed that thought out of his mind. Dottie, the golden -haired dancer, seemed to be the one person who could make him happy. He hadn't cared about her past. He'd been completely infatuated with her sexy, golden body. And then after he'd gotten to know her and in the intimacy of their bedroom, he'd found her to be something other than he'd anticipated.
Dottie had turned out to be very sexy; but it had been the words and expressions she'd used, in the heat of passion, that had disgusted Luther. He realized that she was crude and uneducated. That realization alone had killed his ardor for her. Dottie had continued to hunger for sex. His sexual appetite for her hand suddenly diminished.
Luther's feet were planted on the lush carpet.
He watched as Olive's hands opened up the front of her jacket.
"I think I know what you've been going through," Olive said. "Perhaps you and I are one and the same."
Luther watched as she slipped the jacket off her shoulders. He found himself responding to the sight of her breasts snuggled in the sheer white bra. He found that he like the way she stood before him, erect, looking at him defiantly.
And suddenly Luther felt a strong attraction for Olive Stone. She was educated, she was a doctor, she was a professional. She was someone who could stand at his side at any time. And after they'd retired from the public view, she was someone who could go to bed with him and in the heat of an orgasm she could still be the wonderful and sophisticated woman that he could be proud of.
He watched her now as she unzipped her skirt, lowered it, and stepped out of it. Her legs were long and slim, beautiful. All she wore now was the bra and her skimpy panties.
"I think we are, Olive," he said. "I think you and I were made for each other."
"I think so, too," Olive said. She walked towards him, and as she slipped her arms around his neck, she wondered whether she could go through with it.
Men had disappointed her and disgusted her, as long as she could remember. They were always vulgar. They smelled of strong shaving lotion mixed with perspiration, and often they smelled of tobacco. Always when it came to making love they acted proud, almost arrogant, demanding everything and giving nothing in return.
Now as she felt his hands on her hips, the pit of her stomach tightened in a small knot and she wanted to move away from him.
"You're a very attractive woman," Luther said.
"How nice of you to say that."
He was looking down into her eyes. Gently he put his arms around her and pulled her towards him. He felt her resist initially; but then she seemed to melt and the next instant she willowed against him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her pelvis and stomach were tight against him.
His head came down and his mouth found hers. He found her lips cool and tight. Savagely he ground his mouth against her, probing with the tip of his tongue until her teeth admitted his tongue inside. As they swayed in their tight embrace he found her responding only slightly.
The second his tongue drilled into her mouth he shoved one hand under the elastic of her panties. He grabbed one of the firm buttocks and his fingers spasmed and worked at the heated mound.
The air gushed out of Olive and she felt the ripples of passion in her spine and thighs. How quickly he'd found her most erotic spot! Without conscious effort she was now swirling her hot tongue in his mouth as she rotated her pelvis against his hardness.
They were both breathing rapidly as they finished their kiss. Their faces were only inches apart as they looked at each other. She clung tightly to him. Both of his hands were now in the back of her panties, gently massaging her sensitive mounds.
He said, "I hope your office door is locked."
"Yes. No one can get in."
She was both amazed and delighted at the waves of wanting that surged within her. As she continued to press herself against him her breasts became taut and heated and there was moisture between her thighs.
"I want you, Olive," he said huskily.
"I want you too, Luther." She's answered quickly and without thought. Now that it had been said it surprised her a little; but that surprise could not compare with the hunger she felt for him.
"Let me help you get undressed," she said breathlessly. She stepped away from him and he released her. She began to undress him and he helped, and within a few moments he was standing in front of her in his shorts.
"Now you're overdressed," he said.
"That's true."
She didn't move as he stepped up to her, unhooked her bra and slipped it down her arms. She sighed luxuriously as his hands gripped her breasts and fondled them.
He felt them becoming larger under his touch, and the nipples felt like pencil erasers under his thumbs. He bent forward and kissed each one in turn, without haste. Olive's head was tipped back and she moaned audibly.
Her hands groped for him; and her fingers found the waistband of his shorts. She tugged and struggled with them and shoved them below his hips.
"Take them off," she whispered urgently.
As he bent forward and shoved them down his legs she slipped out of her panties. Now that she saw him for the first time completely undressed, the hunger flared within her and her legs became weak.
"You're not just attractive," he said in a low hoarse voice, "you're beautiful."
Her throat felt tight and she could only half-nod in acknowledgment. His arms slid around her and gripped her bare buttocks. Savagely he pulled her against him. His heated shaft was pressed against her stomach. Its touch and the spasms of his fingers sent fiery jolts of passion coursing through her body.
"Luther...," she gasped. Her legs were like jelly, no longer able to support her.
He felt her becoming limp. As he released her she crumpled to the lush carpet. Her shoulders tipped backwards; and the moment she'd settled down full length he was stretched out on top of her.
He saw that her eyes were wide open for a second; and he thought he detected a quick look of panic. His mouth fastened on hers. She closed her eyes and her hot breath fanned his cheek. For several seconds they kissed open-mouthed and passionately; and then he felt her begin to shift and squirm beneath him.
He moved his mouth to her breasts. As he sucked and nibbled at her nipples, the movements of her tortured body became more pronounced.
"Oh, Luther," she said, "you make me so passionate."
"I'm on fire, Olive. I've got to possess you completely."
"Yes, yes! Possess me completely! I want that."
Now they moved and shifted their bodies in unison, cooperating and helping each other. He felt the heat and dampness of her softness. Gently they surged and came together. Their joining had been consummated, completely and totally.
I can't believe it, Olive thought. Up to this moment I thought I was merely pretending that I wanted to have intercourse with him. Suddenly it has happened and it's the most beautiful sensation I've ever had. And even that's not enough. I want more. There has to be more.
Quickly her spasms of passion became more intense and she rotated her hips and shoved her pelvis even tighter against him. Her breath was coming fast and her throat hurt.
"Luther, Luther," she panted. "I'm on the verge of delirium."
"You're fantastic," he said in a choked voice.
"Inside and outside." He began to move up and down, timing his thrusts to coincide with hers.
Olive could no longer think clearly nor concentrate on what they were saying. Every nerve and fiber in her body had suddenly become very taut and sensitive. She was tingling from head to toe and her body screamed for fulfillment.
She was driven in a wild and savage fury. Again and again she threw herself at him, striving for his deepest probes. Quickly she ascended from one climactic stage to the next one. As she hurtled towards the peak, the sensation of her passion was exquisite torture. She was caught in the grip of its final and powerful spasm.
Like a taut bow she held herself in a violent arc. Then she felt his hands gripping and mauling her buttocks. She stifled a lusty scream in her throat as her heat and juices mixed with his and brought her supreme ecstasy.
CHAPTER TEN
Packer was working around the front of The Plaza and Len was sprawled on the grass.
Len said, "I don't know whether to believe you or not."
Packer grinned. "That's up to you. If you don't want to believe me, you don't have to."
Len dug his fingertips into the lawn and felt the coolness of the dirt underneath. He'd come right out and asked Packer whether anything had happened between him and Doris. Packer insisted nothing had happened. Len wanted to believe him, but he wasn't sure. He figured he'd probably never find out the truth.
Packer had just finished washing his hands under the outside water tap. He walked over to Len, shaking his hands to dry them. Packer said, "That doesn't mean I didn't want to make it with your sister."
Len merely looked at him.
"In fact," Packer added, "I haven't had a piece for so long I'm getting a little edgy."
"When's the last time you had a piece?" Len scoffed.
"It's been a lot longer than you."
"I doubt that," Len said.
Packer turned his back so that Len couldn't see him grinning. Len's remark had made Packer happy. Packer was now positive that Len hadn't screwed June, the way he had reported in detail that day. Packer now felt a lot better. He was two up on Len. Dottie and June.
"Have you got any prospects?" Len was asking now.
"Sure," Packer said.
"Who?"
"I'm not going to tell you that. You won't get any names out of me. I don't kiss and tell."
"I think you're full of crap," Len said. "I' bet if you had a chance with a girl you'd run."
"Then what are you so worried about Doris for?" Packer asked.
"Because of my old man!" Len said. "If you did something to Doris and he found out about it, he'd kill me!"
"Just remind him that you saw him walking up the street with June," Packer said.
Len was thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder what happened. The old man's changed since that Sunday afternoon."
"For better, or for worse?"
Len shook his head. "He's awful quiet. He doesn't say much. He just sits and stares into space. And he never goes out anymore, except to go to work. I'd sure like to know what happened."
Packer grinned and tipped his head in the direction of the sidewalk. "Why don't you ask June? She'd probably tell you."
Len turned around, and both of them watched her as she came up the walk. As she neared she flashed a smile. "You look like a couple of studs out in the pasture."
"That's us-at least that's me," Packer answered quickly.
"Big deal." June's face was grim. "You sure fizzled out on your part of the bargain."
"Gee, June," Packer said, "Those things take time."
"Oh, shut up," June said. "I'm fed up with your excuses. And I don't need you or anyone else."
Packer said, "You must hit it off real good with the old man."
June became motionless and her eyes were hard. Then she suddenly relaxed and laughed softly. "You've got quite an imagination."
Len cleared his throat. "Doris said that...."
He was interrupted by the honking of a car that had pulled up at the curb. The three of them looked in that direction.
"That's Mrs. Block," Packer said.
"She probably came to fire you," Len said.
"Packer will you come here a minute, please?" Dottie called out.
Packer winked at June. "Remember what I told you? I guess it's the same thing all over again." He started to walk towards the car.
Len hadn't understood Packer's remark and he glanced questioningly at June. Her eyes were slitted and her mouth was tight as she watched the departing Packer.
June watched him talking briefly to Mrs. Block. He opened the car door and slid inside, and then the car pulled away.
June stared after them in disbelief. I thought Packer was kidding, she thought. When he told me that Mrs. Block had asked him to screw her, I thought Packer was bragging.
Then June was remembering the time she'd had Packer up in her apartment. She recalled that he'd been a rabbit and she couldn't understand a rich broad like Mrs. Block going for rabbits. June shook her head and went inside The Plaza. Nothing made sense any more.
Len remained stretched out on the grass. He would have given anything to know what Packer and Mrs. Block were talking about, and where they were going.
Packer was seated in the front seat, and turned slightly so that he could look at Dottie. "Where are we going? You said for a ride, but we must be going somewhere."
He noticed the light changing at the end of the block. Dottie kept speeding as though she hadn't even seen it. At the last minute she slammed on the brakes. Packer realized that she must have had a few drinks.
"You've been shooting your mouth off," she said.
"I have? About what?"
As the light changed and Dottie moved the car with the traffic she concentrated on her driving. Packer felt a wisp of fear in the pit of his stomach. If Dottie had had a drink or two she might be taking him to her husband.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I invite you down to the Doc's office for some high-class stuff, and you spread it around town ... as though I were a two-bit whore. That's pretty stupid. Shooting off your mouth can get lots of people into trouble."
"I didn't tell anybody, honest."
"You must have told Hack Bell."
"Hack Bell? I don't even tell him the time of the day!"
"Oh, hell! Don't act so damned stupid! He told me that you and I had a ball together. He called me up and told me that he knew what we did that day."
"I didn't tell him anything! Who are you going to believe, him or me?"
"Who told him then?" she asked, the irritation edging her voice.
"How should I know?"
Dottie continued to drive with the flow of traffic. Moments later she asked. "Then you must have told somebody else about us."
"I didn't."
There was silence in the car for almost a minute. Packer watched Dottie, wondering if he should jump out of the car when she slowed down for the next light. Suddenly he saw her smile, and he decided he'd ride with her a while longer.
"I had a good thing going," she said. "Lots of money, a plush apartment, and nothing to do. All my life I'd waited and hoped for that life. Just a kid in the chorus line that danced on one foot and then the other, and picked up a buck or two in between. Luther changed all that and I wanted to hang onto that good life. But I couldn't sit around the apartment all the time. I needed to get screwed regular. What the hell, I'd been screwing regular ever since I left home. One man isn't enough for me. One man never has been enough for me. So I had a nice little arrangement with the Doc. It was very discreet and hush hush. But you had to come along and ruin the whole set-up."
"I'm sorry," Packer said. "Maybe your husband won't find out about it."
"He already has," she said. "Now isn't that funny?"
"I don't know what to say," Packer offered.
"You don't have to say anything. You've got nothing to lose." She suddenly turned the wheel sharply.
Now she was idling the car into the entrance of a huge plush motel. As they headed towards the rear, Packer glanced over at her.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
Dottie's voice was soft and warm. "I live here now."
"Why?"
"Because it's the end of my happily married life." She parked the car in a slot, and turned off the ignition key.
She opened the car door and began to slide out from under the wheel. "Come on in, Packer."
Packer stalled until she'd walked around the front of the car. Then he got out and slammed the door.
"I feel like having a party tonight," Dottie said. She dug the key out of her pocketbook, and she heard his footsteps behind her.
That morning, when Dottie had heard the sound of the buzzer, she recognized it as the signal from Olive Stone. Dottie had dressed quickly and hurried out of the back exit. She'd heard Hack Bell's footsteps pounding behind her but she hadn't looked back. The moment she'd gotten home she'd showered quickly. Then she'd received the phone call from Olive.
Olive reported that Luther had forced her to tell him about Dottie's arrangements at the doctor's office. As Dottie put down the phone she knew that it was now ah over with Luther. Quickly she'd dressed and packed a couple of bags. First she'd gone downtown and drawn out ah the money available to her. After that she'd rented the motel room. Over a few drinks she'd analyzed her situation.
Luther would divorce her, she was positive about that, and he'd leave her with nothing. At first that fact had saddened Dottie, but after the second drink she felt better. She had more money right now than she'd ever had at one time before she'd married Luther. Now that it was done and finished, she felt quite happy about it. As she'd thought about the events that had led up today's break, she found herself remembering Hack Bell, and then Packer, the one who had ruined everything.
As she thought about Hack Bell there was a quick resurgence of heat in her thighs; but it dissipated immediately. After their session he'd be worthless for a couple of days. Now Packer was something else again. He was young and strong and eager.
She was going to leave this town and move on; but before she did she wanted to confront Packer with the information she'd gotten from Hack Bell. It would be a ball torturing him. Not only that, it would be a ball, bringing him to her motel, lust for one night. For one night before she left town.
Because he'd blown the whole set-up he should be punished. More than that, he should be tortured. Dottie knew exactly the punishment that would fit the crime.
Now as he followed her into the motel, she closed the door and locked it. "Get yourself comfortable," she said.
"Sure." Packer glanced about. This was the nicest motel he'd ever seen. He was sure that it had cost Dottie a lot of money.
He watched her as she went over to the tray of liquor and ice. She asked, "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Do you have any beer?"
"Are you kidding? Nobody drinks beer at my party. I'll fix you a drink that will put hair on your chest."
"I've got hair on my chest," Packer said. "Didn't you notice?"
She poured herself a shot of bourbon and drank it. Then she laughed softly. "There's a lot of things about you I didn't notice."
She poured bourbon into two glasses, added ice and soda. "But that doesn't mean I won't have another chance."
Packer took the glass that she offered him and tried a sip. He noticed that Dottie had three good swallows before she set the glass down again.
Packer held the glass in his hand as he walked around the room and admired everything. He opened the door and saw the bath. The bathroom was even larger than he'd expected.
"Want to shower?" Dottie asked. "Go ahead."
He glanced at the big expanse of tile. "I did just get off work."
Dottie sat her glass down next to the sink. "Well, if you're going to shower you're next after me." Quickly she wriggled out of her dress and tossed it aside.
For a second she stood in front of the mirror, wearing bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. Then she began to take off her remaining clothes.
Packer could only stand, rooted to the floor, and watch her. Driving in the car he'd thought that she was drunk but now he didn't think so. He could think of nothing but making it with her again.
Her golden body was a feast being prepared in front of him. As she leaned forward and shoved the panties down her thighs her golden breasts swayed slightly; golden fruit that teased and made his mouth water.
"There," she said, now completely nude. "Why don't you turn on the shower for me? I like it lukewarm."
As she came towards him his arms slid around her and he pulled her against him.
She reached down and grabbed his erection. "What's this-a roadblock?"
He nodded. "Exactly."
Her hand was squeezing and playing with him. He felt her fingers fumbling with his zipper and her touch sent fresh fires racing through his groin. As her hand slipped inside and grabbed him, he responded by grabbing her breasts.
Her voice was husky. "Does that mean I have to go around, under, or over the roadblock?"
He couldn't answer her. His mouth became dry as she pulled his stem out of his slacks. Her head tipped forward. She was peering down at his hardness as her hand squeezed it and shuttled back and forth.
"Damn you!" he said.
He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the wall. Her eyes were hooded as she held his glance. Her lips were puffed, and her grip was so powerful he felt pain in his erection.
"Don't you damn me," she teased. "Screw me."
He said, "You don't have to ask me twice." He bent his knees slightly as she came up on her toes, and already she'd fitted him inside of her. Powerfully he shot his pelvis forward. As he drove himself into her she moaned happily.
Her arms slipped around his neck. Her pelvis was a wild and lusty machine that churned and rotated around him. Savagely he slammed against her, probing deep and powerfully as she pumped in return. Her arms were tight around his neck, and her cushioned breasts massaged his chest. With his feet set apart he was able to thrust her so hard that her back pounded against the wall.
Quickly they hammered toward their climax. She gasped and groaned as he felt the initial throbbing of his orgasm. He powered against her and held himself there while they climaxed; and then there was the diminishing tingling of his ecstasy as the muscles of her sex decreased their spasms.
Dottie's glance was mocking as she stepped away from him. She looked down at him and laughed softly. He saw that the front of his slacks had been stained with wetness.
She turned on the shower, tested its temperature briefly, and then stepped inside. She closed the door behind her. Packer stripped of his clothes. Then he opened the door and stepped into the shower with her.
She asked, "I thought you were going to wait until I'd finished?"
"Forget it." He took the soap and washcloth from her hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to wash your back."
Her laugh was soft, and again it seemed as though shy were making fun of him. "Now that's real original." She turned her back to him.
She was standing directly under the spray. While Packer soaped up the cloth he studied the soft and flowing curves of her body and watched the rivulets of water coursing down her spine. Gently he began to scrub her shoulders.
"You know how long it's been since a man did that to me?" she asked.
"No."
"Since I've been married. I used to get my back scrubbed in the shower pretty regular before that. The same way I was getting my sex."
"So why did you get married?"
"Beats the hell out of me."
He heard her catch her breath as he began to scrub her buttocks. He shoved the cloth downward, and as it neared her thighs she moved her feet apart. Packer took the cloth away, then reached down there with his other hand and played with her softness for a couple of seconds. Slowly Dottie turned around. She stepped forward slightly and now the spray was hitting her shoulders. Water still ran down her nose and cheeks, and in the valley of her breasts. They were jutting and hard, the nipples taut. Tiny droplets of water clung to her golden skin.
Packer shoved the cloth and soap into the soap rack; and then he put his arms around her and drew her against him. Her hard breasts dug into his chest. Electric jolts roared down the front of him, and he was now harder than he'd been before.
Gently she swayed her body so that her stomach tickled the tip of his stem. A faint smile was on her mouth.
"Don't tell me you're coming back for more?" she taunted him.
As his hands moved up and down her slippery back he began to probe at her. "Come on," he said excitedly. "Let's do it again!"
She responded with a little bump. "All right, if you want to wear yourself out-standing up." Her hot fingers gripped him and guided him; and as she brought him to her, he thrust and impaled himself within her.
Compared to the temperature of the water she was seething. It felt as though he'd shoved himself into a bowl of thick, boiling syrup.
"You're real hot!" he panted
"Honey, I get hotter by the hour!"
Again her pelvis began to pound and rotate as though it were running our of control. His hands kept slipping off her as he tried to hold onto her so that he could match is thrusts with hers.
"You're getting better!" she said in a throaty voice.
"You'd better believe it!"
His entire body was not tingling and spasming with the ecstasy that ballooned inside of him. Faster and harder he slammed against her. He was gasping for breath and Dottie was groaning loudly. Suddenly they slammed together and as they surged and spasmed, her teeth brought beautiful pain as she bit him on the shoulder. When they finally parted Packer stepped away from her and leaned against the side of the shower stall, breathing open-mouthed to catch his breath.
Dottie's laugh was low and sultry. She picked up the cloth and soap from the rack. "Now, how about washing my front?" she asked.
"Sure." He took the cloth and soap from her hand.
Now that Packer was breathing normally again he had an opportunity to take a good and unhurried look at her. While she waited for him to wash her front she had her hands at the sides of her face, using her fingers to push the wet strands of hair away from her cheeks. The spray was beating against her shoulders.
As he stared at her golden breasts he marveled at their beauty and tautness. They seemed larger than they'd been when she's slipped out of her bra. His glance moved down the front of her, noting the tiny waist and the flatness of her stomach. He licked his lips as his glance lingered on the firm and golden thighs, and the matted pleasure visible between them.
Suddenly he asked, "Why did you come by The Plaza this afternoon?"
"Do you mean you haven't figured that out yet?"
Packer shook his head.
"In that case, It'll be a surprise." Her glance went to his hands that held the cloth and soap.
"Well, are you going to stand there all day and stare?"
"No." He stepped forward.
Gently he began to massage the tip of her right breast with his soapy hand. The hardness of her nipple tickled his palm, and immediately he felt a fresh stirring in his groin.
"And what a surprise it's going to be," Dottie said, with a secretive smile.
"I'll bet," he said.
Her hands were on her hips, and her feet were spread so that she could brace herself against his touch. He'd now finished soaping up both her breasts. Leisurely he began to use his hand to soap her stomach. As he neared the juncture of her thighs his heart began to beat rapidly again and his skin was cloaked with heat.
His hand had now reached its objective. He felt the tendrils matted with water, her heat and softness, and dampness; and he knew that if he continued a little longer he'd be hard and ready again.
Dottie had been standing quietly. Occasionally tiny ripples quivered through her stomach and thighs. It was beautiful, the way he made her feel, but she was tired of standing.
"I'm getting waterlogged." She grabbed the cloth and soap from him and turned her back on him. Quickly she scrubbed the front of her and then she handed him the cloth and soap again.
"A quick rinse and then I'll be finished." Her head was tipped back as she stepped under the spray and let it beat against the front of her.
Her hand shot out and turned the faucet. Packer jumped back as he felt the cold spray. Dottie laughed throatily.
"It's all yours." She opened the door, daintily stepped outside, and closed it behind her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Packer readjusted the water's temperature, and then stepped under the spray. As he began his shower and had a chance to think clearly, he couldn't believe that she'd been in there with him just a minute ago. It seemed like a dream, just as the rest of it seemed, everything that had happened since she'd honked the horn at the curb.
He couldn't believe that she'd picked him up and brought him here merely for a party, as she'd put it. Of course, it could very well be the reason. She'd admitted that she was over-sexed, and that she'd never been happy with just one man.
Packer showered quickly because he couldn't wait to get out and see what she was doing now. Maybe she'd been kidding him all along. Maybe while he'd been in the shower she'd dressed and gone. He danced about under the cold spray then shut it off and stepped out of the stall.
The bathroom door was closed. As he toweled himself dry he stopped occasionally and listened. He could hear no sound in the other room. He flung the towel aside, picked up his clothes and silently opened the bathroom door.
He still could hear no sound and he was now positive that she'd left the room. Then he saw her. She was standing near one of the lamps, facing him and holding a glass in her hand.
She'd been waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. The moment he caught sight of her his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. His reaction made her laugh softly. The clothes he'd been holding in one hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the rug.
She asked, "What's the matter?"
Packer swallowed a couple of times and tried to answer. First of all he'd been surprised to see her because he'd been positive she had sneaked out on him.
Secondly, the moment he did see her, his surprise had been doubled. He hadn't expected to see her waiting for him like this. Her hair was still damp but she'd brushed it and the golden curls now framed her face. It was the negligee she was wearing that made the blood pump through his veins.
It was black and very sheer. Standing near the lamp he was able to see the outline of her sexy body under its sheerness. Her breasts appeared dark and sultry, as well as the joy that was snuggled between her thighs.
"I ... I thought you might have sneaked out while I was showering," he managed to answer.
Again she laughed. "That's the last thing I intend to do."
He nodded. "I can see that."
As he walked towards her he saw that her glance was moving slowly over his nude body. Her eyes were shadowed but her scrutiny made his skin glow.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
Packer shook his head. Standing directly in front of her now he saw that her golden breasts appeared dusky through the sheer black silk. And when he put his hands over them he felt the heat seeping into his palms. Pleasant tingles of excitement coursed through his limbs.
He said, "A drink-that's the last thing I want."
Dottie put down her glass, and then she slid her arms around his neck and snuggled her lush hot body against him. His heart began to pound and he felt the flush of passion; but he was surprised that his manhood failed to respond.
"I thought you'd never ask," Dottie said. Her lips, moist and eager, found his mouth, and as her tongue drilled into his mouth he tasted the bourbon that she'd been drinking.
Savagely he embraced her and ground his pelvis against hers. The wildness of her tongue goose-fleshed his spine; and the heat of her supple back burned his fingers through the silk. He returned her kiss with lusty passion. He felt the urge to make it with her again; but still his manhood failed to respond.
He ripped his mouth from hers. "Damn it!" he said angrily.
"What's the matter?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.
"I can't believe that I can't go again!"
"I can't believe it either, but you can't give up that easily."
She moved away from him, just enough so that her body was no longer touching his. Deftly her hands parted the front of her negligee.
Packer slid his hands inside, and the palms of his hands caressed her smooth and heated hips and sides. Now as she put her arms around his neck and willowed against him, her bareness was snuggled against him from shoulders to knees.
As her soft and hungry mound of sex rubbed against him he felt the quick jolt of response in his manhood. "That's much better," he said happily.
"I hope so," she purred. "Because if you gave up now I'd probably kill you."
Like a cat she rubbed her body against his. Then she added, "I'll probably kill you with sex anyway-before the night ends."
This time when they kissed her fingernails lightly scratched his back. Her squirming eager body quickly revived him and finally he was gasping for breath and surging with his pelvis, trying to probe her again.
She pushed him away from her. "Don't wear yourself out that way." The negligee slipped from her shoulders and fell to the rug as she walked over to the bed.
Before she'd completely settled onto her back Packer was sliding on top of her. His manhood was full and revived, and it felt slightly sore; but he forgot all about it as he guided it into her hot and damp sheath.
Now that he was inside of her he wanted to he on top of her lush and heated body. He wanted to enjoy the goodness that enveloped him while he nuzzled and suckled at her breasts. But already she'd begun to twist and rock beneath him. With her heels dug into the bed she was arching and bouncing against him.
"Come on!" she urged. "Give it to me. Give it to me hard and fast!"
"Sure," he said, "Sure."
He himself was no longer content to merely lie there. She'd begun the action and it felt tremendous. Without thinking he found that he was responding. Quickly and powerfully he thrust himself into her, moving faster and faster because she increased the tempo.
It was beautiful, it was fantastic. He felt as though he were on the very edge of a tremendous orgasm. He pumped and pounded her, wanting to get to the peak as quickly as possible. And yet, the faster and harder he pumped he wasn't getting any closer to the delirious finish.
His lungs were crying out for air. He was beginning to tire. His body screamed for fulfillment and for rest at the same time. Finally he was able to summon up a fresh burst of speed and energy.
And then it had been achieved. He was weary, spent and exhausted. He slumped forward and then rolled off the top of her. He wanted to sleep and rest for years.
"Come on!"
He heard her voice coming to him through the cloak of weariness that shrouded him. Then he felt her as she slapped his face sharply, and on both cheeks.
"What are you doing?" He tried to shove his shoulders off the bed so that he could sit up. They seemed to weigh a ton and he flopped onto his back again.
Again she slapped his face. His cheek was stinging but he was able to keep his eyes open and focused on her face.
He saw that her mouth was open and her eyes glittered. "You can't quit on me now!"
"But I've got to. I've got nothing left."
"That's what you think."
He felt her fingers tube around his member. Roughly she pulled at it while her nails dug into the skin.
"I've had it," he said. "Can't you tell?"
Again he heard her laugh. She was still taunting him. "You haven't even started."
"I'm finished. I'm beat." His eyelids came down and there was blackness.
"Not when you're with me." he heard her saying.
Suddenly he felt the quick and heated flick of her tongue. It spread a warm and wonderful flush through his groin and thighs. He relaxed, liking the good feeling that she was bringing to him. Vaguely he realized that now she was taking him into her mouth.
Dottie heard the urgent rapping on the door of the motel, but she ignored it. She continued to concentrate on him, and already she felt his revival. His manhood was getting bigger; and as it became hard and erect.
The rapping started up again. "Dottie!" It was Olive Stone's voice. "I've got to talk to you. Let me in. Hurry!"
Dottie slowly straightened up and shoved the hair away from her face. She glanced disgustedly at the door, then back at Packer. Gently her hand continued to manipulate him, and he was becoming larger in her palm.
Dammit, she thought, why did Olive have to spoil this night for me? Dottie had made up her mind that she was going to torture Packer tonight, to kill him with sex, because of what he'd done to her marriage. The rapping started up again and Dottie knew that Olive wouldn't go away.
Packer was now propped up on one arm, looking at Dottie. "Don't answer it," he said.
"Why not?" She hopped off the bed. "Two's a party-three's much more fun."
She opened the door and saw Olive standing outside. Dottie stepped back and Olive entered. Behind Olive, Luther suddenly appeared. He pushed himself through the doorway and closed the door behind him.
"Well, this is a surprise," Dottie said. She began to retreat slowly as Luther and Olive came towards her. "How did you know I'd be here?"
Both Olive and Luther were smiling at her in a strange way. Olive said, "We noticed your car parked outside and decided to drop in for a visit." Her glance flicked about the room. "I guess we're in time for the party."
Packer noticed that both Luther and Olive had merely glanced at him. They were both concentrating on Dottie. He didn't like Olive and he cared less for Luther. He had to get out of there fast.
Packer hurtled off the bed and scooped up his clothes. As he ran for the door he was sure someone would try to stop him. He had his hand on the knob, he jerked the door open, and then he was outside. There was no one around. He jumped behind some shrubbery that screened him and dressed hurriedly. The door of the motel closed but no one came outside.
Packer ran out of the back of the motel area and trotted up the street.
Dottie had now retreated until her legs were touching the edge of the bed. While Luther closed the door after the departing Packer, Dottie sat down on the bed and waited. Because she didn't know what the two of them wanted, she wished she could have escaped out the door, too.
And then she noticed that Luther came up and stood beside Olive. His arm was around her waist. Now everything really became confused.
Olive said softly, "It's a shame that he had to leave. It would have been such a nice party."
"It's too bad you're all alone now," Luther said. There was no anger in his voice. It was a though he was speaking to a child.
Dottie slid off the bed. She walked over to her glass, picked it up and took a couple of good swallows. She wasn't wearing any clothes and she didn't plan to put them on. What the hell? Both of them had seen her in the nude before.
She became aware of Luther and Olive talking softly. Olive said, "She does have a striking body, doesn't she?"
Luther said, "I thought the same way at one time-until I really got a good look at you."
"You're very sweet." Olive nuzzled her head against his cheek.
"And you're delightful." He kissed her tenderly on the mouth as she looked at him.
Dottie dumped some more bourbon into her glass and drank it straight. The raw liquor hit her stomach but it did little to decrease her anger.
Then she said, "I'm sure both of you know all about each other."
"Of course," Olive said. "We have no secrets."
"Not any more," Luther said. "As soon as my divorce from you is final, Olive and I plan to get married."
Dottie stared at them through slitted lashes. It couldn't be! Not Luther and Olive! Now she understood clearly why they'd come to the motel. They wanted to torture her, just as she'd wanted to torture Packer. One final dagger thrust. Dottie still had a few things that she wanted to tell them.
"That's real sweet," Dottie said. "My guts are all choked up!"
"You're very crude, my dear," Olive said.
"You see," Luther added, "the poor girl has no breeding, and no class whatsoever."
Dottie was seething. Her eyes glittered as she looked at the two of them. "Whatever I'm lacking, I've still got a hell of a lot more than either one of you."
"But it doesn't show," Olive said.
"Not until you start to talk," Luther taunted.
"Damn you, both of you!" Dottie said. "No, I didn't mean that. You get my blessings because you're made for each other."
Dottie's glance was fixed on Olive. "You think you've got yourself a real man? Well, you'll be convinced-I'll give you about a week. Then you'll be lucky to see him with his clothes off, much less an erection."
Then Dottie's voice became very sweet as she looked at Luther. "Of course, you won't mind that at all. You won't have to worry about her. She won't bother you, and beg you for it the way I always did. Do you want to know why, Luther?
"Well, I'll tell you. Olive doesn't like men. She loathes men. She likes women. Oh, does she love women. So when she's away, at the office, or when you're away from home, you won't have to worry about her, Luther. You won't have to worry whether or not she'd out with another man. No, you won't have to worry about that because you'll know she's out with another woman. She picks them off the street the way some women pick up stray alley cats."
Now that Dottie had finished, she turned her back on them and poured another jolt of bourbon. Her heart was beating rapidly but she felt supreme satisfaction. As she drained her glass she felt a lot better.
Luther and Olive stood in the middle of the room. His arms were around his waist; and her hands were clasped at the nape of his neck. Their hips were jammed tightly against each other, and as they looked into each other's eyes both pelvises rubbed together.
"Now we know," Luther said in a low voice.
"We have no more secrets hidden in our dark pasts," Olive answered. "Will that make me less attractive to you?"
"Only when you've got your clothes on." Luther began to unbutton Olive's blouse.
Olive purred softly. "We are rather over-dressed, don't you think?"
"Definitely." He stepped away from her and slipped Olive's blouse from her shoulders. "Everyone wants to be 'in' these days."
Olive's hands were at her waist. Her skirt suddenly slid down her thighs and crumpled to a heap on the rug. "How long has it been, dear, since we made love?"
"Too long," he said. "Much too long." As he undressed his clothes became scattered about the floor.
"And we'll let Dottie watch," Olive purred. "Poor thing, she now has nothing else to do."
"Of course," Luther agreed. "We'll let her see that we're made for each other."
Through a haze of liquor and anger Dottie saw that they were moving towards the bed. Luther was wearing his shorts. Olive was in her bra and panties. Cursing softly under her breath Dottie ripped some clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom and dressed quickly.
When she came out of the bathroom she did not look directly at them; but out of the corner of her eyes she saw that they were both nude on the bed, with Luther stretched out on top of Olive.
Quickly Dottie threw her clothes into the suitcase and snapped it shut. Her ears caught the sound of Olive's soft and ecstatic moans and Luther's husky words of endearment.
Intermixed with their oral sounds were the slow and leisurely wet, sucking sounds. As Dottie hurried towards the door with her suitcase she couldn't help but notice that the sound was now increasing in loudness and in tempo.
It was suddenly cut off from her ears as she stepped outside and slammed the door shut behind her. She put the suitcase into her car and then drove quickly out of the motel parking lot area. On a sudden impulse she turned right. Where she was going now she didn't know.
CHAPTER TWELVE
As June came up the hallway she noticed the door of the Farmer apartment opening. Len had just exited, and now as he caught sight of June, he closed the door behind him and remained with his back to it.
"How are you, Len?" she asked.
Len nodded, and stared at her. He'd never seen her looking quite this sexy. Her eyes were smoldering as though she were on fire. Her lips were puffed. Occasionally she tossed her head to keep the long black strands of hair at the backs of her shoulders.
June asked, "Is Doris home?"
Len nodded slowly. "Yes."
"That's great," June said in a husky voice that was laced with excitement. "I've got to see her."
He kept his voice low. "You can't-the old man he might come home and find out."
"I could care less about your old man," she said. "Today's the day." She pushed him away from the door.
"June...."
"Get out of the building," she cut in.
Len realized there was nothing he could do. June apparently planned to see Doris, and that was that. Quickly he went down the hallway, now wanting to be near the apartment if the old man should come home unexpectedly.
June waited until he'd disappeared, and then she knocked softly. "Doris?"
The door swung open. June saw Doris standing inside the apartment. Doris was wearing her robe. The hem of her cotton flannel nightgown was visible at the bottom. Doris stepped back and tugged the front of her robe together.
June stepped inside and closed the door, and then she slipped the chain lock into place.
"Why are you doing that?" Doris asked.
"Because I don't want to be disturbed by your brother."
"You saw Len?"
June continued to look at the little blonde and felt the quick rise of her passion. Even in the nightgown and the old robe Doris was beautiful, almost angelic. Her golden hair was freshly brushed and there was color in her cheeks.
"Yes, I saw him," June said. "He left the motel."
"I never expected to see you-I never thought you'd come to see me."
"I've wanted to come to see you for a long time."
Doris retreated slowly, watching June and remembering the day she'd seen June following the old man. "Did you get my father's permission?" she asked in a small voice.
"Let's not talk about your old man," June said. "I want to talk about you."
"I'm afraid I'm not very interesting, my life has been pretty dull, and she wept softly in her hands.
"Come on, Doris," June said softly. She put her hands on Doris' shoulders and held them tightly. "Things can't be that bad."
"You just don't know," Doris said. "Nobody knows and nobody cares." She moved away from June and pulled some tissue from a box. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
June went over and sat down beside her. Gently she put her arm around the girl, enjoying her body heat that seeped into her arm. "You've got everything going for you," June said softly. "What? Just tell me, what?"
"You're very beautiful," June cooed," and you've got a fantastic figure. How many girls do you know have a figure like yours?"
"Oh, you're just saying that," Doris answered. Her fingers tugged at the old robe. "You're saying it because you're trying to make me feel better ... because of these clothes I have to wear."
June's other hand came up and began to loosen the front of Doris' robe. Doris didn't object. June now had the robe open, and gently she pushed it off of Doris' shoulders. Her glance was fixed on the mounds that were the girl's jutting breasts.
"Isn't this a horrible nightgown-that he makes me wear?" Doris stared intently into June's face.
"I used to wear one just like that when I was younger," June soothed.
Doris stood nearby, watching her. As June disrobed, Doris compared each part of June's body with her own. She found that June's breasts were larger and fuller than hers. June's skin was much darker and, of course, the soft curls of her hair were black, a complete contrast to Doris'.
"I ... think you're beautiful, too," Doris said.
Now that they were finally together and both in the nude and in the privacy of the apartment, June had a chance to really savor the girl's body. She forgot the many days and nights she'd hungered for this moment. That was all in the past. Nothing mattered now. This was the present.
June's mouth was open and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her breasts felt very heavy and they were so taut that they ached. Her skin was sheathed in flame, and she felt very desirable under the girl's glance.
June managed to say, "You're very sweet." Gently she took the girl into her arms.
Doris didn't resist. She shuddered slightly and again buried her face in the hollow of June's shoulder. With one hand June touched her buttocks, caressing her gently to increase the fire that flickered within the girl.
Doris suddenly slumped against June, her vibrant body rubbing against June. "Kiss me again," she said in a low voice.
June led her over to the bed. Doris sat down on the edge of it, then swung her legs around and now she was stretched out on it. Her glance was warm and inviting.
"Could we-could you pretend that you're a man?"
Waves of joy billowed through June and tightened her throat. Her hunger was a dull craving at the pit of her stomach, and already there was moisture forming between her thighs.
"I'll try," she said in a low voice.
Her fingers continued to caress and excite the soft crevice. No longer was she content to merely trace the outline of the opening. She slipped her fingers into the wonderful lubricated sheath.
Doris moaned softly. As her tongue swabbed at her lips she moved her pelvis, rotating it and pushing it against June's hand to drive the fingers deeper within her.
Vaguely June began to realize that the girl wasn't truly a virgin. Her fingers were in deep enough. By now she should be able to feel the tiny film that was the banner of the girl's virginity. Her fingers moved around in the heated and sticky sheath.
"Oh, June," Doris cried out softly. "It's-it's like nothing I've ever experienced."
June was breathing heavily, fighting the hunger and the passion that pitched within her. Doris wasn't a virgin at all! After all these weeks of waiting and hoping, she now made this discovery. For a few seconds June felt the pangs of disappointment but they vanished. Perhaps the girl had broken her maidenhead while participating in some sport. Obviously Doris had never been with a man. As far as June was concerned, Doris was still a virgin.
June moved her hand away and then she slid onto the girl. She stifled a groan as she felt Doris' searching fingers, finding and toying with her black-fringed nest.
Doris embraced June and pulled her down on top of her. "Oh, I love you, June," she murmured ecstatically.
This time as their lips touched, their bodies flattened out and surged against each other. Doris trembled under June's weight and touch. Her fingernails sank into the flesh of June's shoulders.
Gently June let her feel the touch of her hunger as it began to rub against the mass of golden-coated honey. Doris sobbed erratically as she raised her legs and clamped them around June.
Slowly June began to strum her, forcing her black carpet against the gold, leisurely but at the same time urgently. Before long Doris' hips began to rise and fall in the same tempo as June's surges. Within moments powerful shudders tore at Doris' enflamed body as she struggled through a gigantic orgasm.
June's eyes were closed as she kept herself locked against the girl's body. Delicious waves of passion rocked through June's body. It was a delirious series of spasms, unlike anything June had every experienced with a man. It was almost the ultimate in ecstasy. But there was still another stage.
Panting audibly June drew Doris' buttocks onto her shoulders. Slowly June's head came down and then it was pressed into the cleft between Doris' thighs. Fiercely her mouth and lips reignited the passion within the girl and at the same time intensified June's passion and drove it towards the climax.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Len was sitting on one of the front steps of The Plaza when he saw Packer coming up the walk. Packer walked briskly. Len couldn't understand Packer's rush. He never went to work until later in the afternoon.
Len asked, "You're a little early, aren't you?"
"I'm not coming to go to work. Is Hack Bell around?"
Len shook his head. "I saw him leave a while ago. He hasn't come back."
Packer frowned. He'd come by to pick up the money that Hack owed him. Packer wasn't going to work at The Plaza anymore. It was owned by Luther Block, and after last night Packer didn't want to be where Luther could find him. Packer didn't know what had happened after he'd run out of the motel; but he was now afraid of Luther.
Now Packer said, "Then I'll just have to wait until he gets back."
Len asked, "Guess what?"
Sarcastically Packer said, "Oh, you probably made it big with June again."
"No. June's in the apartment with Doris."
Packer looked at Len, his eyes showing a lot of interest. "How long has she been there?"
"Quite a while."
Packer told himself that he didn't care anymore what June and Doris did; but a second later he realized that he did care. Especially did he care about Doris. He knew what June was, and he could never forget the way he'd felt, rubbing Doris' back that day. He Was surprised now to feel the jealousy that churned inside of him.
"And you left them together?" he asked Len.
Len shrugged. "June told me to get out. She looked pretty hot. Doris didn't complain, and so I left."
"You're some brother!" Packer headed for the entrance of The Plaza.
"Where are you going?" Len called out. "Keep an eye out for your old man," Packer said.
Len watched him disappear inside. Len's eyes grew cold with anger and hate. To hell with them, he thought. I'm not going to stand guard for Doris or for him. Len jumped to his feet and started down the sidewalk. He'd get even. He'd call the old man at work and tell him to come home right away.
When Packer got to the door of the Farmer apartment he knocked softly. "Doris?"
He didn't think she'd answer the door. He had all kinds of wild thoughts ... about them being in bed and locked in each other's arms.
The door suddenly opened and Doris was smiling at him. "Hi, Packer," she said. "Come on in."
He noted that Doris was wearing the same little dress she'd worn the other time he'd come to see her. June, in her skirt and sweater, sat in a chair with her legs crossed sexily.
"How are you, Packer?" she asked.
He glanced at both of them. Doris had a happy look on her face. June was watching him, like a contented cat. He couldn't tell whether something had happened between them while they'd been alone.
To June he said, "Len said you were here."
"We've had a very nice visit," Doris said softly. She smiled at June.
His glance remained on June, trying to see something, anything, that would tell him if she'd made it with Doris. "Yeah, I'll bet you did," he said.
June laughed softly. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not going to steal your girl."
Packer glanced at Doris, who blushed, and then back at June again. "What do you mean, my girl?"
"That's all I've heard the last few minutes," June said. "All about you." After a pause she added, "Isn't that nice? That's exactly what you need. And it's what I told you from the very beginning. I told you that you needed a. hot little girl that would keep you worn out."
"Oh, June," Doris tried to object.
June got up and started for the door. "So I'll leave you two, together." She stepped outside and closed the door behind her.
Packer cleared his throat and looked over at Doris. She kept her eyes averted as she sat down on the couch As she leaned back and crossed her legs he noted that they were bare, and much of her lovely thigh was visible.
He now realized that he'd had an erection ever since he'd caught sight of Doris. Now that he was alone with her he felt the heat and hardness throbbing in his slacks.
"Did you really say those things about me?" he finally asked.
Doris' head was tipped forward, watching her hands fidgeting in her lap. In a low voice she said, "Maybe she did exaggerate a bit."
Doris was recalling the beautiful moments she'd spent with June. As wonderful and delightful as she'd felt while on the bed with June, it hadn't been enough. Deep within her seethed the passion and hunger, more fierce than she'd ever experienced. She closed her eyes and imagined how terrific he'd feel deep inside of her.
She opened her eyes and looked up to see Packer sliding onto the couch beside her. Even as his arm slid along the back of the couch and his fingers touched her shoulders she toppled and fell against his chest.
Hungrily their mouths came together. As their tongues duelled hotly his hand slid under the hem of her dress. He felt her shivering under his touch. He realized that she was spreading her legs for him; and now he'd traveled the entire distance. His fingers caressed the hot and juicy entrance to her pussy.
"Take me," Doris gasped. "Take me and do it to me, Packer. I can't stand it any more."
He was vaguely aware that the door wasn't locked from the inside and that the old man or Len could use the key to get in. It didn't matter. He couldn't leave her now for even a fraction of a second. Gently he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
The moment Doris' feet touched the floor she began to wriggle out of her dress. "She tried to ... she made love to me-but it wasn't enough. I need you, Packer." She was completely nude and she slid onto the bed.
Packer felt a lot better. June had tried, but she hadn't brought Doris what she needed. June, with all her experience and years of practice, hadn't been able to satisfy Doris. As he skinned out of his shorts he glanced down at himself, proud of his size and thickness.
He felt huge, like a giant. As he slid onto the bed beside her she moaned delightfully as her hand gripped his erection.
"That's what I need," she panted. "Now, Packer. Put it into me."
Her sharp-pointed nippled moved up and down with each breath. His lips fastened on them and she cried out as the edges of his teeth pressured against them. Gently his hand caressed her heaving stomach before it slid down to her thighs.
Her legs were wide apart, allowing his hand complete freedom. Her mound was puffed and swollen, hot and sticky with her love juice. Briefly his fingertips swirled around in the honey. Doris' fingers were tearing at his skin as she begged him to hurry.
He slid on top of her and kept his head lowered to watch the joining. The tip of his flared erection seemed almost to large to fit into the opening of her pussy; but as he powered she surged and she was taking him, inch by inch. Now he was deep inside of her and he felt the quick and violent spasms that rocked her body.
He began to move back and forth within her as his head dipped down and his mouth fastened on hers. They both broke their kiss because they were heaving and gasping for breath.
"I knew it would be like this," Doris gasped.
"It's the best. You're the best, Doris."
"Oh, thank you-"
Her words were choked off as she arced and flung out her arms. Quickly the violent waves of orgasm thundered through Packer. As he squirted and drove himself into her he felt her fresh convulsions; and the heat and tightness of her sheath seared him and drew delirious sensations out of his body.
He slumped down on top of her. Gently he pushed the damp strands of hair away from her cheeks before he kissed her mouth.
Softly she murmured, "I want to do it again."
"We will."
"And you'll stay right there, inside of me, won't you?"
"I won't move," he promised her.
Packer would have moved if it hadn't been for June. She'd been standing at the entrance of The Plaza, staring out into the street, when she'd suddenly noticed the cab pulling up at the curb.
Loren flung a bill at the driver and leaped out of the back seat. His face was grim and his eyes flashed fire as he hurried up the walk.
He slowed down when he caught sight of June. She asked, "What are you doing home so early?"
"What's going on here?" he demanded. "Len called and said I should come right home."
That bastard, June thought, ratting on his own sister. She knew that Packer was undoubtedly still in the apartment with Doris. June also imagined that if they hadn't made it already, they were probably making it now. If she didn't stop the old man he'd kill them both.
Now she said, "Oh, that. I know why. I was kidding Len. I told him I wanted to go by your apartment and ask Doris if she'd like to go for a walk."
"She's not supposed to talk to you!" Loren glanced about, just to be sure no one saw him talking to June.
June laughed softly. She stepped up to him and pretended to brush some lint from his collar.
"Get away from me," he said. He tried to step around her, but June blocked him.
"Now that you're here," she said in her low sexy voice, "why don't we go to my apartment?"
He didn't object when she slipped her arm through his and walked him into The Plaza. At least he was now out of sight of the people on the street. As they started up the stairway his nostrils began to tingle with the scent of her perfume. Her hip rubbed sensually against his with each step.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" he asked.
"Because you're irresistible," she purred. "Remember that evening at the park?"
Loren's lips tightened. Numbly he shook his head. That was just it. The time with her in the park was the only thing he'd thought about since it happened. He wanted to do it again. Although he resisted the thought, he knew that he was weakening and that it would happen again.
Now she was beside him and she was talking softly as they walked. A fierce and wild wanting throbbed in his hardness. He noticed that they were headed towards the floor on which her apartment was located. He could only continue to move his legs and walk with her down the hallway.
June opened the door to her apartment, and Loren entered ahead of her. For a few seconds, while his back was turned to her, she stared at him. Her eyes were hard. Men, she thought to herself.
"I want to do it good," he rasped. "I want you to feel as good as you make me feel."
He was wild and strong, a savage that hammered against her without let-up. As she met each thrust with her own, his hot breath fanned the side of her face.
"You're good, you're beautiful," he panted. "I love you. I need you. Maybe some day you'll marry me."
June opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She hadn't had a marriage proposal in years.
Dreamily she closed her eyes and her lush thighs clasped him tightly and drew him against her. His wild and methodical thrusts were driving deep, making a rich foam between her legs.
With a strong man like Loren, and if they both worked at it, maybe some day she'd begin to enjoy him.
