"Uncle Roger," said Suzy, biting her bottom lip in a provocative pose "do you think I'm pretty?"
"Suzy," said Roger, feeling a bit nervous, "don't you think you should get your shirt on?"
"Oh, but Uncle Roger, don't you like to look at me? You do like to look at me don't you?"
Roger stared at the girl, felt his cock start to get hard, and thought to himself, you god damned temptress, of course I like to look at you! You've got the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen in my life.
But aloud, he said, "Please, Suzy, don't do this. I don't think it's healthy."
She pouted a little, and then she picked .up her flimsy nightie, and held it in front of her nipples.
It did nothing to hide either them, or the curved lines of her full breasts.
He felt his cock getting harder, and then, he made his escape.
He felt his legs trembling, and he felt a drop of liquid ooze from his cock, and he felt a tingle in his balls ... and right then, he knew that he wasn't going to be happy until he'd fucked both identical twin nieces. Fucked them till his cock fell off, if necessary, but fucked them the way they seemed to be asking for it.!
CHAPTER ONE
Four A.M. and the city finds itself poised in that half-life between t.ie final dying gasps of what night-life remains, and the first tenuous wonders of the new day about to dawn. The wind is bitterest now, tearing in from both sides of the island to meet somewhere between 7th and 8th Avenues, and God help the tramps who have to spend the night in it. Or anyone else, for that matter. Those few unfortunates who are still out from the night before, and are only now making their way homeward cast their eyes nervously into every doorway, and study each lurking shadow, for it is a rule-of-thumb that the great majority of people still on the streets are there because there's no where else for them to go.
"Cold blooded bastards," muttered Roger Stoddard.
"Who's that, dear?" asked Meredith from the bed.
"Those punks down there. See them?"
"No dear, I don't. I'm over here on the bed, and I can't see that far, and if you were over here on the bed with me, you wouldn't be able to see that far either and you wouldn't be so worried about it."
"So what do you expect me to do? Just ignore them."
"Perhaps they'll just go away if we ignore them."
"Meredith, you're what's wrong with this fucking city. Damn it all, don't you see? We're the rightful owners! Not them. Not that walking trash that's down there now ... infesting the sidewalks, cluttering the subway grates ... I tell you, it makes me sick. We own it, but they get to enjoy it, while we have to hide out in our apartments, too frightened to move, bolting our doors ... peering through cracks in the curtain at every sound...."
"Roger, can I ask you something?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Is the tape recorder running?"
"No. Why do you ask."
"Because I can't for the life of me imagine why else you would be babbling this ponderous prose at me, if you weren't recording it to transcribe later on for your next book."
"I resent that, Meredith. I resent that highly. Do you have to always make fun of me."
"Oh Roger, you can be so tedious at times."
He stayed at the window.
Finally, Meredith let out a sigh of exasperation.
"Roger, do tell me what has you so utterly captivated. Please. You know how I hate to be ignored."
He was silent a moment, and she began to speak again, but he waved her silent. "Roger!"
"Quiet! Can't you see I'm watching."
"Yes, I can see. Would you please tell me what you are watching?"
"A mugging. What else is there to see at four A.M.
"Really? A genuine mugging?"
"Yeah."
She jumped out of bed and ran over to him. Her naked body was clearly outlined in the bright pre-dawn moonlight. It was a cloudless sky and the moon hung low in the west, shining right into Roger's the bedroom window of Roger's fifteenth floor apartment.
She looked down. "Where."
"Right down there."
"You mean those tiny little people standing in a group?"
"Yeah. Except they aren't so tiny. Not at street level anyway."
"Oh, this is exciting. Shouldn't we call the police?"
"Why bother? They'll just tell me to mind my own business. Not enough manpower, you see."
"Oh, but that sounds dreadful."
"It is. I tell you, this used to be a fine city to live in."
"Roger, would you please look at your surroundings. By my calculations, it still is a fine city to live in."
"This isn't the city. That's the city, down there, with the street smells, and--and the sidewalk vendors and the news stands and the three-card Monte games. And damn the bastards, they've taken it from us. And I'm getting sick of it."
She wrapped her fingers around his neck and began to massage the tense muscles.
"Well, why don't you do what you always do, dear. Why don't you write a book trumpeting one cause or another."
"Meredith, you're making fun of me."
"Yes, but only in a playful manner. You shouldn't take me so seriously Roger, really you shouldn't." He stared at her.
"Sometimes, I don't even think I know you."
"Roger, that sounds like something from a soap opera. I knew you should have never taken that job with NBC last summer. Ever since you cranked out those scripts for "The Dumb and the Useless', you haven't been able to speak ordinary English. Roger, your problem is you live all your excitement in your books. You should stop complaining about not being safe on the streets, and just go outside once in a while. It would do you a world of good. Other people go outside. I was talking to Jim Corman and his wife last week and they go out all the time. Roger, they went to the theater. Can you believe that. They went to the theater Roger. You know, it still thrives, down there around 42nd street. People still go to it, Roger. They aren't like you Roger. They don't spend their days being paranoid and then convince themselves that they're living, Roger."
He turned and stared at her, and then in a growl he said, "Paranoid, am I? How dare you."
She turned back to the bed with a merry chuckle.
"It's easy Roger. I simply say what I see. And I see a paranoid man. Either that or one that's just too damn lazy to get out and face life. You're going to let your entire life run out, Roger, and all you will have done is pound on the keys of your typewriter. Doesn't that ever worry you, Roger? My God ... what if the truth got out?"
"What truth!"
"You know what truth, Roger. You know very well what truth. That Roger Stoddard, action writer, the real man's novelist, is a pussy."
His eyes grew wide, and he turned his massive frame from the window to stare at her.
"You dare to call me that? Me? Roger Stoddare?"
"Oh Roger, drop it! You're starting to sound like a PR release. You've forgotten that there's a real world that is supposed to go alone with your fictional world. The fiction is supposed to come out of the real world, Roger, not supplant it."
"Take it back."
"Take what back?"
"You know what."
"No, I don't. Tell me. Take what back."
"Pussy. You called me a pussy."
"Oh ... is that what has you so upset."
"Take it back."
"No."
"Take it back!"
He was beside he now, standing next to the bed and looking down at her.
"Roger, I'll take it back if you prove me wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"Fuck me, Roger. Make love to me. Make love to me like one of the studs that you write about. Stop imagining it, Roger, and do it. Live it. Step back into the world, Roger."
He frowned, looking down at her with a puzzled look. Then, he began to smile.
It was a pained, uncomfortable smile. She sensed that once again, he was slipping away from her.
"Roger, come to bed with me, please. Please come to bed with me."
He turned away from her, feeling empty inside. She'd spoken no words that he hadn't already come to terms with long ago. But they still hurt. They were still difficult to swallow. He wished she hadn't said them. He could have done very well without hearing them.
Suddenly, the bed springs squeaked.
She was right behind him, sliding her fingers between his legs.
"Roger," she whispered, sensuously, "Roger, I'm not going to let you get away. I've got you, and I'm going to keep you."
She pressed up against his balls, gently, feeling the mushy glands squish in between her fingers.
He froze in his tracks.
She pressed against the base of his cock and he felt it get stiff at once.
"Oh yes," she sighed, "I love to feel your cock," she said.
"Well, if you're so hot on getting out of here, why don't we go downstairs and fuck on the sidewalk. How would that be?"
"Roger, it's February. It's 17 degrees outside. Why would you want to go outside?"
"I don't. I'm perfectly content to remain indoors where it's safe."
"Roger, you don't make any sense."
"And you think you do? That's the trouble with you, Meredith, you keep on trying to elevate our arguments to lofty metaphysical heights, and it really just boils down to the fact that you're not getting laid enough. Right?"
She frowned a moment, feeling like she should get mad at him....
But then she squeezed his cock some more and said, "What of it? You can either waste time pointing it out to me, or you can fuck me. Personally, I'd prefer the latter, but if you want to talk, I'll listen. God knows, I've gotten enough practice."
He then found himself faced with the same option ... feeling like he should get mad, but finally deciding that if they just went ahead and fucked, it would probably smooth things over real sweet.
So he turned around and pressed his hips against her pelvis this time, feeling her fingers stroking his cock with loving attention. It was already getting quite stiff, and he could imagine how it would feel pressed in between her pussy lips, so warm and wet and mushy and nice.
She pressed her hips back against his, and began to focus the tip of his cock, sticking plainly up against his pajamas, onto her clit.
"Feel me?" she asked him. "Don't I feel good?"
"You feel grand, baby. But that's nothing new. You always feel grand."
He slipped his hand up between her thighs, and felt her parted flesh already steaming with her juice.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as soon as he touched her clit.
"You like that, don't you." 'You know I do. You know how much I like it."
He pressed the tip of his finger against her clit, and found that the bud of nerves had already become swollen and hard, engorged with blood.
"Oh yes, I love it when you touch me like that," she said. Please, press harder on it. Rub it. Pinch it. Do whatever you want to it. I love it."
Roger thought to himself that he really had been ignoring her lately. He was a damn fool too. Not every man had a woman as beautiful and as passionate as Meredit.
Perhaps, as he'd often feared, she really was just after him for his money, but he could live with that. He needed no attachments in his life, he needed no one clinging to him, telling him that they loved him madly and that they couldn't live without him. He'd avoided marriage all his life for that reason. He wanted to avoid permanence. Commitment.
Meredith demanded neither.
But she did demand something that perhaps he was unable to give her. Excitement. It was as she'd said, he spent most of his life punching typewriter keys. Not a very exciting existence. Of course, in literary circles, he was mentioned, and more important, he was read and talked about, and some were even calling him the Hemingway of the eighties. Not the title he'd have bestowed, but in today's world of mass consumption and Ad-agency gimmickry, any title would do. Anything to enhance the recognition factor.
So, he wrote about men alone, men faced with ultimate choices, men who defined their lives by their actions. Men who didn't bother wondering about the ethics of a situation, who simply perceived the need for action, and acted.
Heroes, in a world that had come to distrust heroes.
He was a writer. He didn't write period pieces, or historical fiction, or fiction that depended on setting ... so he didn't need to travel. He simply wrote. But was Meredith right? Was he losing his ability to experience life first-hand?
He followed his eyes back to the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs, and took a deep breath through his nose.
Her aroma, thick, sensual, pungent, wafted up to him, filling his brain with erotic impressions, like a bag filled with marbles.
"Oh, please keep touching me, Roger, please touch me. Fill me up. Stretch me: Please."
He slid a finger up into her soft pussy and felt the walls spreading apart, giving way to his relentless pressure.
There was a throbbing in his cock now that would not be stilled, and in his balls there was a constant ache, a feeling of utter fullness, as if they both were getting ready to explode.
"Fuck me, Roger," she moaned after he worked his fingers around in her cunt for a while. "Fuck me. I can't wait. I need it. Please."
He smiled, knowing from the sound of her voice that he had her, if he wanted her. Had her in the sense of having an enormous amount of power over her. He knew now that he could play with her, toy with her, lead her to the edge, and so long as he refrained from pushing her over the edge, she would continue to beg him, plead with him, promise him anything, do anything, whatever it took to gain that release that she so desperately needed.
"Roger," she gasped, "please, don't make me wait."
He looked down between her legs. There was moisture spread all across her inner thighs, glistening in the moonlight, a pale blue.
He touched her clit again.
He thought he could feel it twitch. There was a shudder that raced all through her body.
"I feel you moving, baby," he said to her. "I feel you getting all worked up."
"Roger, please, please, don't punish me :ike this. Please. Do it to me. Give it to me."
He got into the bed beside her, kneeling over her, and pulled his pajamas off. His cock stood straight out from his body, pulsing and pounding.
"I want that, Roger," she gasped, "I want it so much...."
"All right, honey, I'll give it to you. Just be patient. I'll give it to you."
He lowered it to her lips, and pushed it in just a little ways, not even burying the entire glans.
Nonetheless, she began to moan and thrash about wildly, jerking and shaking her hips, pressing them upwards, trying to fill herself with his organ.
"Uh-uh," he said, "not yet."
"Oh Roger, why are you doing this? Why do you have to wait till you get into bed to prove how decisive you are?"
He ignored her remark, knowing how easy it was for her to get frustrated once she'd been aroused.
He brought the head of his cock up through her slit and pushed it into her clit.
She let out a long, low moan, gasping her cries of ecstasy.
He pressed it against her harder, and started to jerk it back and forth across her hard bud of nerves.
She continued to shake and quiver. He could see her fine breasts jiggling in the pale light that filtered in through the window. Her nipples stood out in sharp relief, taut, hard, aroused.
They were simply darkened ovals in the dim light, but he knew that the points were now a flaming red, and that the more aroused she became, the brighter and more fiery her nipples would grow.
She was starting to babble now. He was surprised to see how hot she was getting. He thought that maybe he really had been neglecting her more than he usually did, and for a moment, he had a pang of regret that he couldn't give her the kind of affection that she craved.
But he could only do what he could do, and he could only give what he could give. More than that was simply beyond his ability to comprehend.
He was masturbating himself now, stroking his cock with long, steady strokes as he held his glans against her clit, pounding the stiff shaft up against the pink meat of her cunt.
"Oh, that's so good, that's so very good. I can't stand it, it's so good...."
She was moaning, and rolling her head from one side to the other, placing her hand to her mouth and biting it, trying to keep herself under control, but Roger could see that she was rapidly approaching orgasm.
As he heard the intensity of her screams suddenly rise up to a much higher pitch, he pulled his cock back, just at the moment that, had he continued, he would have sent her spiraling over into the blank pit of orgasm.
She sucked in her breath, and arched her hips, and then a low moan of frustration slowly eased past her lips.
"Why did you stop, why did you stop," she moaned.
"Easy, baby, take it easy. I'm not going to leave you stranded."
"Oh Roger, please, won't you just stick it in me...."
But then her voice trailed away as he began to manipulate her hard clit with his thumb and forefinger again, pressing it tightly, squeezing it, harder, harder, harder--!
"Oh!" she cried out."
"Did that hurt?" he asked.
"Oh ... a little ... but that's all right. It felt good."
"Oh, I see. Into pain, are we."
"You know that. I've told you my fantasies before."
"Urn hmmmm. Maybe now's the time to work through some of them."
"Oh, no. Not now. I just want a good old-fashioned fuck. Is that too much to ask?"
He lowered his mouth to her cunt and started to suck on her clit.
The flesh was all soft, loose, and mushy, and it was easy for him to suck it up into his mouth. He could feel her tight, hard, clit in there, and as he pressed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, she started to moan and cry out even harder than she'd already been doing.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she babbled, letting the words spill from her mouth like drops of water from an overturned glass. He was careful not to press too hard on her clit, keeping the contact consistent, but light.
"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it ... " she sighed.
He let his tongue drop down through her slit again, let it lick over her hole, and he made sure that all the surrounding tissues were well lubricated. Then, when she was truly ready, and he sensed that she really couldn't wait any more, he raised himself back up and positioned himself between her legs once more.
He placed his cock against her hole and began to shove it into her body.
She moaned, cried out loud, and raised up with her hips to press back at him.
He felt her lips part, spreading around, and as his cock slid further and further into her, the began to gently press back against the sides of his shaft, coating it with their warm liquid, flowing now in an ever increasing bath.
"Oh, baby, you feel fine," he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her breasts. He could feel her nipples pressing against his, and he moved his chest from the right to the left, letting them rub against each other.
"Good ... that's good ... " she said. "Keep doing that-OH!"
He suddenly shoved further inward.
"Easy, easy, you're so big, I need time to get used to you. Slow, just go in slow and easy."
He held his cock here it was, buried a little over halfway inside her cunt, and the, instead of pressing onward to bury the rest, he instead pulled it back part way.
That had the effect of distributing the juices flowing around the shaft a little more evenly, so that when he pressed back inside her, she was able to take more of him without any excessive friction building up.
As soon as he felt his cock hit a point that had not been lubricated yet, he repeated the process, until finally, his pelvis rested against hers, their pubic patches intermingling in one lump of kinky, moist hair.
"Oh, Roger, you're so big," she moaned.
"You fill me so well, so totally ... I love it. I need it. I crave it. Give it to me."
"Gladly, my dear," he said, and plunged his cock deeply into her, burying it now with a single thrust.
She cried out.
"Oh GOD!!! Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Oh, fill me up, baby, fill my cunt."
The muscles along the side walls of her cunt were spasming, contracting wildly against the shaft of his cock, squeezing like a tight rubber glove.
He felt his glans pressing against the back wall of her pussy, stretching the elastic membrane as far as it would go.
He feared that if his cock had been any longer, he would have split her open.
But she was used to it. She knew what to expect and she loved it. It was what she needed.
"More, more," she begged.
So he pulled his cock all the way out of her slit and then after holding the glans for a moment just inside the lips of her cunt, just long enough to make her wonder if he was going to give her any more, he plunged it back inside again.
One solid thrust, one massive, overwhelming stroke.
He felt his balls react to that one, felt them start to tingle, and he suddenly realized that he wanted this fuck to last a while. He didn't want to shoot off yet, not before he'd had a chance to give her everything that she wanted from him.
So he slowed down.
He pulled back again, pulled once more nearly all the way out of her cunt, but again he just held his glans there at the opening, letting the ridge along the base rub across the rim of her hole, stroking all of the surface area at the same time.
He heard her suck in her breath, hold it a long time, and then let it out in a single burst, quickly sucking in another.
Her muscles all seemed timed with her breathing. Every time she sucked in a breath, her body shook.
The muscles in her abdomen would grow tense and tight, and her legs, wrapped around the small of his back, would tighten even more around him, pressing him to her.
"You're getting pretty worked up, you know that?" he asked.
"Um hmmm. Now, you tell me," she whispered, scarcely able to get the words out, "isn't this better than standing at the window and complaining about the city?"
In response, he buried his cock again in her cunt, though this time, instead of making the entire thrust with a single spurt of energy, he allowed his cock to cover the distance slowly ... taking his time. There was no need to rush, he told himself, no need whatsoever.
He would let the glans press through the contracted membranes, that always, no matter how many times he split them, seemed to have pressed back together with exactly the same pressure, gently caressing his cock, stroking the entire thing with their soft, wet, warm, velvety surface. She was smooth as silk, and every bit as luxurious.
He once more felt his cock pressing against the back wall of her cunt, and this time, instead of pulling back out, he began to rotate his hips, moving them in a circular motion, stretching the rim at the opening to her cunt, and letting the glans move back and forth against the rear wall of her pussy.
"Oh my God," she moaned again, her hips jerking wildly. "That feels so fucking good, I can't stand it."
"Sure you can, baby," he said. "Sure you can. Seeing as how I'm not giving you a choice. You're just going to have to lie there and stand every single bit of it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she cooed softly in his ear. "That sounds divine."
His hips were rolling faster now, faster and faster, his cock still scraping against the back wall of her cunt, and he listened closely to her breathing trying to see if she was getting close to coming yet.
Her moans were becoming short and jerky, her breathing staccato, and her fingernails were digging into his arms and his back.
Pretty good clues, he thoguht. It was a safe bet to assume that she was ready to go blasting out of her mind at any second.
And then, before he could even do anything about it, he felt his own balls suddenly go into a spasm, felt his cock rear up, seem to grow even stiffer, if that was possible, and then, his sperm was shooting down the length of his fleshy tube, to slosh around inside her cunt and mix with her own pungent juices.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I can feel you, I can feel you, you feel so hot, so hot...."
He was surprised by the sheer volume of cum that he produced.
Suddenly his cock seemed to be swimming in a sea of juices. There was virtually no friction remaining, and damned if she wasn't still shy of coming. He was afraid that if he left her high and dry, she'd just go right back to all that bullshit about him living all of his excitement in his books. That was one thing he'd noticed about Meredith, and about all women in general ... they didn't have a thing to nag about, as long as they were properly fucked. Bitches.
So, lacking friction, he'd just have to make it up with his spirit.
He began to rotate his hips once more, stretching her hole as far as he could. That should have some effect, he thought, seeing as how she had one of the most sensitive holes he'd ever encountered in a woman.
Deeper, deeper, harder, harder ... e felt her starting to respond more intensely now, hear her moans start to pick up speed. It was sort of like trying to start an engine on a cold morning.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " she cried, then increasing it to oh-oh-oh-oh," and then OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOH ohohohohohohohohoohohohohohohoh....
There's the ticket, thought Roger.
Because as soon as her moans seemed to go to auto, her hips went smashing up against his body, and they stayed there. She was at her peak. He'd pushed her up, and now, it was simply a matter of time and gravity before she'd spill over.
Her eyes were closed, and she had stopped breathing altogether.
Her body was a single clenched muscle. She seemed to have become a lump ... a block that had fused all of its movable parts together.
Finally, she fell back on the bed, but she was just getting started. That was only the first wave subsiding. Immediately, another struck her with the same fury as the first.
"Oh My GOD!!! " she cried, and then, once more, she said nothing, closed her eyes, sucked in her breath, and held in that one position.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes," she managed to moan as Roger pounded his cock into her, with a fury that surprised even him.
She finally managed to collect her senses to the point here she could began to match his rhythm.
Roger, to his immense delight, found that his cock was still hard, and was able to thrust into her cunt again and again.
"You're so hard. How do you stay so hard. It's amazing. I love it. I love it. Oh yes ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEE!! "
And then, another wave of orgasmic fury rolled over her, every bit as intense as the first.
Again and again, her body was wracked by jolting waves of ecstatic fervor that left her drained, left them both coated with sweat, left them gasping for breath.
Roger, feeling his cock finally begin to shrink, and feeling her body finally begin to rest a little, let his tired organ slip out of her body, and then he fell over to the side of her.
"You're exhausted," she said sympathetically. "You worked so hard ... my big strong man."
He felt her fingers probing around his body, stroking his sweaty skin, massaging him, playing with his hair, and then, finally, moving back down to his cock, wrapping around it.
"You know what I like about you," she asked.
"No ... but I have a feeling you're about to tell me."
"I like the fact that I can touch your cock after we've fucked and you don't mind. Some guys feel like it's too sensitive to touch."
"Sweetheart, you can touch it any time you want."
"Like right now?"
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Urn hmmm ... and I think I might just keep it up till it gets hard again. What do you say to that?"
"Well, it sounds like I might have to fuck you again, in that case."
CHAPTER TWO
When Roger opened his eyes, the pale blue light of the previous evening had turned to a brilliant yellow. He winced.
"God! What happened!"
There was a cheery voice from somewhere in the room, a voice that he couldn't have located if his life had depended on it.
"Rise and shine!! Come on, sleepy head. Rise and shine."
"What the fuck...."
"Roger, let's go. Time to get up."
"What are you talking about, time to get up! It's Saturday!! "
"Yes, I know, isn't it wonderful ... no work, and no rain. Look, it's beautiful out there."
"Yeah, it's also cold."
"Not as cold as it was last night. And you yourself said that there were people outside. Remember, you saw some of them getting mugged."
"I know."
"Come on Roger, I don't want to stay inside all the time. I'm going to die without ever seeing the sun again. Please. Let's go for a walk."
"A walk!!! Are you man."
"No, but I'll get angry if you don't come with me."
"Where are you going. What time is it. Christ! We haven't even had breakfast yet!"
"I know, I know, you're going to buy me brunch at the plaza."
"Oh I am, am I? I love the way you spend my money. Maybe I missed something, like, maybe we got married already, and I just don't realize it? How about that? Is that why you're so willing to spend my money."
"Oh Roger, are you going to start again?"
"Start what?"
"Start being such a bore."
"A bore? Just because I don't feel like paying $40 for you and me to have a breakfast that George can fix here, and I might add, more competently. Well, if that's boring, maybe you should leave."
She looked hurt.
"Oh please Roger, can we not fight."
He sat up on the side of the bed and made a tentative effort to stand.
It didn't work too well.
"My God, my legs don't work. What's wrong with me. I'm going paralyzed. I've got a terrible nerve disease."
"Take it easy and relax. You've got a hangover."
"Huh? I do?"
"Of course you do. Or don't you remember? That's why we had to come home early last night, my dear, because you were too drunk to go to the theater, and then you started spouting all that nonsense about the streets not being safe. I swear, Roger, you've been acting most peculiar lately. Perhaps what you need is to get married."
"Please. That's the last thing that I need. I like my lifestyle. I like being single. I like writing, and I can't write when I live with someone. And besides, you wouldn't marry me if I asked you to."
"Why not?"
"Because you find me tedious and boring, and if you were married to me, you'd already have a legal claim to my money ... therefore nothing would stop you from running around on me."
She looked genuinely hurt.
"Roger! How can you say something like that?"
"It's very easy. I simply open my jaws, force air over my vocal cords, and produce sound, modified by my tongue and lips. There, you see, and you thought that you couldn't learn anything from hanging around me."
"My God," she muttered, "I think I liked you better drunk."
"Yes, you know, so did I. I get so morose and philosophical that I frighten everyone else away. I told you, essentially I'm a loner. Can't you see that by now?"
"Roger, would you like me to leave? Am I annoying you?"
Roger sighed and fell back into the bed.
"You should know better than to ask me anything when I've got a hangover."
"Well, you shouldn't have drunk so much."
"What time is it?"
"It's already after nine."
"NINE!? " he thundered. "As in, o'clock?"
"Well of course. What a silly question."
"Why did you wake me up so early?"
"Oh Roger, I told you why. I thought I might be able to breathe a spark of life into you. But, I fear it was a doomed effort from the start."
"Meredith ... please don't start."
"I suppose you'll spend the day at the typewriter again, won't you?"
"Meredith...."
"My, what an exciting life you lead, Roger. Most writers I know pursue the profession because it gives them a freedom they don't have in an office job. I have to commend you though, I suppose it takes a rare kind of person to be able to become more of a prisoner at as a free-lance writer than you'd be if you worked for ... IBM or RCA or CBS or whatever letters are hiring these days."
"Yeah, well, have you stopped for just a second to consider that you are enjoying many of the fruits of that servitude, as you describe it. Maybe I'm chained to my typewriter, but I live in a damn nice apartment-"
"Which you constantly complain about being a prisoner in."
"I was drunk. Don't interrupt me."
"Sorry."
"You make me laugh, Meredith. You really do. I'm carving out a fairly comfortable life style for myself, and you haven't had a single qualm about tagging along for whatever the ride's worth, but you keep on digging at me for earning what it takes to sustain it. What do you want me to do? Bag groceries? Wash cars? Pump gas?"
"Roger, you're an educated man. I never meant to imply that you'd be working at such a menial task."
"Yeah, well you just check the Classifieds tomorrow in the Times. You'll find damn few vice-president jobs open. The best I can hope for is a job as a typist. We're talking minimum wage there, Meredith. Let's not be cute about this. Minimum wage means either you spring for taxis, or we take the Subway."
She recoiled in horror.
"When's the last time you were down in one of those dark, wet, train stations, huh Meredith? You have to step over the bums, Meredith. Everything smells like piss, because everything's got piss all over it. Is that what you want, Meredith?"
"Roger, you are getting more and more tedious by the second."
He sighed. It was a long, weary sigh.
"Tell me something, Meredith. Why is it that every time we have a great time in bed, the next day you have to start in on me? Hmmmm? Why is that? What's the matter, are you afraid that I might get the idea that you really do want me? Hey, not to worry. Just because you spent two straight hours babbling "Now now now, I want it, I need it, more more more," I wouldn't ever get the idea that you had any kind of real feeling for me. Every slut in heat says shit like that."
He regretted it immediately.
He didn't even want to look at her, but he forced himself to.
She was standing in the same place, her bottom lip quivering.
"Aw, Meredith, I'm sorry ... hell, I didn't mean that."
"You're a bastard, you know that, don't you?"
"Look Meredith, you give me shit, I give you shit ... it all adds up to the same thing. The point is that we keep everything in balance, right?"
She shook her head.
"Roger, I'm tired of it. What you call balance is just sickness. That's all it is. Sickness. I don't want to play any more."
He couldn't believe it. She was actually talking about walking out on him. He should have thrown her out two years ago, and here she was walking out on him.
It made no sense.
"Meredith, give me a break, will you? I didn't mean anything by it. Honest I didn't.
Look, do you want to have breakfast at the Plaza?"
She sniffled.
"Do you mean it?"
"Sure, sure. Come on, I'll get dressed and we'll have breakfast at the Plaza. But then, damn it, I have to write. I've been putting it off too long. So promise me you won't keep giving me shit about it, will you?"
"All right."
"No, I mean it, I want a promise."
"Roger, don't press me like this."
"Meredith, you're going to make my life difficult, no matter how you have to do it, aren't you."
"Not unless you force me to, Roger. Now come on, you're going to have to get up. They don't serve brunch all day long, you know."
"It's only nine o'clock in the morning. We have plenty of time."
"I lied. It's only eight-thirty."
"WHAT!!!? "
"Now Roger, please don't go and get me upset again. I really couldn't stand it."
He glared at her. She was intent on driving him crazy. That's what it must be. She was a government agent. That's what she was. A government agent, and she was here to ... to punish him! Yeah! That's what she was here for. To punish him for lying on his last fifteen income tax forms. They'd looked his records over ...
'Do you think we need to audit him?'
'Nah! It's obvious, isn't it?'
'Looks so to me.'
'So what'll we do to him?'
'Let's let the bastard fall in love.'
'You don't mean ...? '
'Yep. Special Agent Fawcett.'
'Is she available?'
'Sure is. Just got back this morning ... Meredith would you step in here ... '
"Roger. Roger. Roger!!! "
"Huh?"
"Roger, you were just staring off into space. What is going on with you, anyway. You leave me hot and hungry in bed to go over to the window and babble about muggings and the streets not being safe ... you start fights for no reason ... I don't know what's wrong with you, Roger, but I think you need to be alone. Good bye."
She threaded her arms into her coat, and picking up her bag, exited without so much as a backwards glance.
He heard the front door slam.
Then he sighed, and started counting slowly to himself. One ... two ... three ... four ... five...."
There was a knock.
"Yes, George."
The door opened silently, and there stood George, his personal valet, and general house man. He took care of Roger's life admirably.
"Good morning sir. Shall I prepare breakfast for one, or will the lady be returning."
"What did it sound like to you, George?"
"Ah ... perhaps she'll return when she cools down, sir, but I fear the Druids will be in Stonehenge first."
Roger scowled at him.
"Please, George. It's eight-thirty and I can't take lines like that this early."
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. She did seem to be a bit miffed, however."
"Umm," Roger grunted. He tried to decide whether or not to get up, or try to sleep some more.
"You appear puzzled, sir. Is something the matter?"
"Yeah. I want to go back to sleep, but I'm to upset about Meredith. Damn the woman! Why does she always have to pull tricks like this?"
"Like what, sir?"
"Oh, pretending to walk out on me."
"Ah yes, I see. Forgive me sir, but perhaps she was thinking of making this a bit more permanent than you're thinking."
"Eh ... and why's that?"
"Just a little remark that she made to me on her way out."
"And what might that have been?" He cleared his throat. "Out of my way, turdball."
Roger turned and stared. "Meredith said that?"
"I fear she did sir. I realize that she's always treated me with a wary distance, but this would suggest that she wasn't too concerned about having to face me again. Surely she can't think that I'd overlook something as crude as this?"
"No ... you're absolutely ... uh, right, George ... absolutely right."
"Shall I prepare breakfast now, sir?"
"No ... no, that's all right, George. I'll ... well, I don't just know what I'll do. She's a volatile woman."
"They all are, sir."
Roger looked at his servant, and they nodded in mutual agreement.
George went back out into the other room, and Roger sat there a moment, stewing over their latest fight. He was getting tired of them, as apparently she was too. Still, he hadn't expected her to walk out. What did it mean. Maybe they were over the hill. Maybe it was time to stop the whole affair.
He pulled the covers back over him, and even though he wasn't really relaxed, he began to drift off once more. Until the door bell woke him, that is.
He lay there a moment, waiting for George to inform him of the nature of the visitor's business, whatever it was. Who the devil was here this early?
George knocked.
"Come in, George."
The door opened. George cleared his throat.
"Sir, perhaps you should dress yourself and venture forth into the living room. There seems to be some pressing business that demands your attention."
"Who is it, George."
"A Fran Wheeler."
George puffed his cheeks out.
"God, what does she want, more money?"
"No, sir. I don't believe so. In fact, I would bet my salary on the fact that she has something instead for you."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I don't know for sure sir. She told me nothing, of course. She simply said that she had urgent business with you."
"I can see it's going to be a lousy day. All right, George. Tell her I'll be out."
Shit, he thought to himself. Fran Wheeler was the last person he needed to see this morning. Or any morning, for that matter. They were cousins, and had never gotten along. He had a feeling he knew what she wanted and why. What really galled him was that he knew he'd Day. Guilt was a powerful tool.
He pulled on a flannel bathrobe and walked out into the living room.
"Well, well, look at this. Company. Howdy Fran. Hello girls. I didn't expect to see you two here."
He wondered if he'd masked his surprise well enough. There was suddenly a deep-seated sense of dread and foreboding rising up from the pit in the middle of his stomach.
"Hello, Uncle Roger," said one of the girls, a strikingly beautiful blonde. The other, also blonde and a perfect duplicate of the first, merely smiled. Alluringly. Christ, thought Roger. How old were they the last time I saw them? Couldn't have been over ten. He frowned, trying to think. That would have been ... six years ago. Not too long before the accident. He'd missed the funeral, but he'd sent his condolences, and some money ... he was always lousy at family matters as it was. Fran had taken the girls in and used it to put the bite on him from time to time. Why did he suddenly hope that was the purpose of her visit now? Why did he doubt it?
"So Fran, what brings you here?"
"Well Roger, I'll get to the point. The girls are here to stay with you for a while."
He didn't want to insult them, but there was no way he could keep the shocked horror from his face.
"Aw, come off it Fran, we've been over this.
I'm in no position to take in two young ... teenaged girls," he said, casting a deferential glance in their direction. "The way I live is no kind of environment to raise kids in, and you know it. What do you want, more money? We've got an arrangement, and you know we do. I'll be glad to help out. But you can't just show up and drop them off into my lap, and expect anyone to come out ahead. It's not fair. To them or to me."
He saw the downcast looks on the girls' faces and quickly added on an explanation.
"Now, listen girls, you know that I love you. We're family, and I love you like you were my own. You were my brother's kids, and I want to do right by you."
He wished his head would stop hurting.
"But you understand that this is no kind of atmosphere for you to grow up in. You need a home, with people who can look after you. I keep real weird hours, and I do all my work here. I can't have people wandering in and out ... and ... aw hell, Fran, what are you doing this for? Why didn't you at least call and let me know you had this in mind. What's going on? Why can't you and Hector keep the girls?"
"Because Hector has a chance to be transferred overseas, and if we take it, we don't want the girl's to have to drop out of school."
"Okay, that's a fair enough suggestion. Suzy, Cindi, how do you feel about that? Would you like to go overseas with your Aunt Fran and Uncle Hector?"
The stunning young women exchanged looks and tried to hide their bitter grins.
"That's okay, Uncle Roger, we understand. You don't want us either."
Fran spoke up. "Now girls, please, that's not fair. You know we discussed this at length and we all decided...."
"That's all right Aunt Fran. You don't have to explain. We really don't care."
She looked at them wide-eyed.
"Suzy ... that's not fair. Really. You know we reached a decision. All of us."
"Not quite, Fran," said Roger, wondering just how this day had gotten started so wrong and if there might not be a way to go ahead and just give it all back and start again. Why didn't they make that proviso when they were setting up the world? If you decided before ten o'clock that everything's working out wrong, let you go back and have another crack at the day. It made fine sense to him.
"Fran," he said, "I don't like being put in the position of either letting you jam something down my throat like this, or else looking like I don't care about my two nieces. I do care about them. I care a lot. But you know that I just can't take them in. There's no way that I can give them a decent home. Come on, Fran, I have women in and out of here ... I drink ... I take drugs ... " Out of the corner of his eye he saw the twins exchange glances again. They were grinning at each other ... surprisingly knowing grins.
Damn, he thought. They sure were beautiful. In fact, he couldn't remember when he'd last seen such beautiful young girls. Their breasts were so perfectly firm ... and they were wearing jeans that looked like they'd been sprayed on. Tucked tightly down between their legs, line running up in a 'V, seeming to converge in an arrow pointing to the promised land.
Stop that! he told himself. Unhealthy. They were young girls ... his brother's children. It was inconceivable that they would come to live here.
Fran stood up.
"All right, girls. Come along. Roger, you'll hear about this. I'm going to go to court, and I'm going to get a child support order against you. You can't shirk your familial duty."
"Aw Fran, will you please cut it out. This isn't doing anybody any good. You're gonna make these girls think that no one loves them, that no one wants them, and that just isn't the truth. Dammit, you should have called me first."
"Then you'd have just turned me down over the phone. I thought you should have the opportunity to turn the girls down to their faces."
"Oh ... that's a low blow, Fran, a real low blow. You know what, you're a despicable scum, and I'm really sorry these girls have to live with you."
"Don't insult me. Don't you dare insult me. Do you hear. I won't have it. You're going to regret this."
"Girls," Roger said, turning to the identical twins, "you tell me. What would you think of living here? I'm a pain in the ass to get along with. I keep weird hours, and if I say you have to be quiet, that's it. There can't be any argument. How does that sound?"
Their faces both brightened like lights suddenly flicked on.
"We'd be good, Uncle Roger, honest we would."
He looked at them, at their faces, their incredibly beautiful faces ... so smooth, young, bright, innocent....
He turned to Fran. "Just one thing, Fran."
"What's that, Roger." Smiling sweetly, knowing that she'd won.
"Get the fuck out of here, and I don't ever want to see you again. I think you're a fucking turd."
Her eyes widened with shock.
"How dare you--!! "
Roger turned to the girls. "Where's your things, girls?"
"Down in the car," they said.
"Come on, let's go. You too, Fran. You're going to help carry this stuff."
And so, Roger Stoddard's life went through two major transitions, first losing a woman, then, unexpectedly, gaining two. He would soon learn precisely what it was that he had gained.
CHAPTER THREE
"Wow, some place, huh?"
"Mmmmm," Cindi responded to her sister's comment. "I can't believe it."
"What do you think of him?"
"I don't know. I mean, what were we when we last saw him? Ten? Eleven? I have a feeling he didn't look at us the same back then as he did this morning."
Suzy was unbuttoning her shirt, getting ready to take a shower.
She stood in front of the mirror, and then turned to catch herself in profile.
"I have a feeling we didn't look the same when he last saw us."
Cindi giggled. "You know, he's kind of cute."
"Really. But he's so old."
"Oh come on. He's not that old. He's not as old as Robert Redford."
"Come on, sure he is."
"No. I don't think so. I'll bet he's no older than ... thirty-five."
"That's pretty old."
"Not if you're forty."
Suzy threw a pillow at her. "You're just being difficult. That's all you're being. Difficult."
"Look, if you're going to take a shower, why don't you hurry up. I feel grungy myself."
"Well, if you're so hot to take a shower, why don't you take one with me?"
"I thought we were going to cool things for a while."
"Oh, what's the problem. That's the trouble with you, Cindi. You want to have fun, but you don't want to do any of the things you have to do to have fun."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Sure it does, if you know what I'm talking about. Which you do. Come on, why don't you just admit it. You're a tight ass."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Oops!" said Cindi, putting her hands over her mouth.
"Come in," called Suzy. Cindy stared at her bare-breasted sister in shock, but before she could say anything, the door opened.
Roger walked in and started talking.
"Say, listen girls, I have to be going out for a little while ... I just wanted to make sure JESUS CHRIST!"
He turned his back on Suzy, who was standing on the other side of the bed, grinning at him.
"What's the matter, Uncle Roger. Do I embarrass you?"
"Um ... y-yes, if you want to know the truth. What are you trying to do?"
"I was just getting ready to take a shower, and I didn't think it would hurt. After all, you're our uncle."
Cindy was watching the two of them, feeling a mix between respect, and pity for Roger. She had a feeling the poor man didn't know what he was getting into.
"Look, um ... you know, I don't know if you're Suzy or Cindy...."
"I'm Suzy. Cindi wouldn't do anything like this."
"Well ... it's a good thing ... and you shouldn't either. I mean, it's lucky for you that I don't get any ... well, you know ... weird ideas, or anything. I mean ... now put something on!"
"If you insist."
Then after a moment, "You can turn around now, Uncle Roger."
He turned around, and saw that she was holding a small, flimsy nightie up to her ample breasts, hiding them, but in a highly provocative pose. She looked like she'd just stepped off the pages of one of the slick skin magazines.
"Okay, now look girls. I'm going to level with you. I need your cooperation on this or else we're all going to be in a lot of trouble. Do you get my drift?"
They both shook their heads innocently.
"Please ... " he said, feeling more and more flustered. "Look, this is something that I'm afraid I'm not very good at dealing with."
"What's that?" asked Cindi.
"Well, come on. I'm a bachelor. I've never had children around the house."
"We're not exactly children, are we?" asked
Cindi.
"No. You're not. That's the problem. I don't know what you are. I didn't mean it that way. I don't know how to deal with you, but I'll tell you one thing, it'll go a lot smoother for us all if you quit playing games like this."
"What game is that, Uncle Roger," asked Suzy, shifting position, letting her breasts peek out at him for a moment.
"Now ... there you go again. Games like that. You gotta be fair with me, and I'll be fair with you. You're both beautiful women, and I'd prefer not to have to walk around on eggs pretending it wasn't so. But don't do this sort of thing to me. I don't like it, and I really can't have it going on."
"What's the matter, Uncle Roger. Don't you like women?"
"Yeah, are you gay."
"What? No ... you seem to be missing the point."
Suzy walked over to him.
"Uncle Roger, why don't you just admit that you find us utterly desirable, and quit trying to play games with us."
"Me play games with you? That's rich!" He found himself having a bit of difficulty selecting his words, and in making his mouth coordinate properly. "Now, cut that out!"
"Cut what out, Uncle Roger?"
"What you're doing. You're toying with me. That's what you're doing. And I don't like it."
"But you like to look at us, don't you?"
He looked first at Suzy, once more showing off more of her cleavage than Roger thought healthy, and then at Cindi, who, with her look of pure innocense, struck him as potentially the more dangerous of the two.
"All right. I'll tell you what I like. I like to be treated fairly. I don't think you're doing that. I think you're playing a stupid little role you've seen on TV and read in books, and I don't think you have the faintest idea what it involves. But let me tell you something, okay. I think you're beautiful, and I think you're very desirable. But I think that of a lot of women. And a lot of the women that I think it of also think it about themselves. And you know something? I'm able to spend a lot of time with them, doing things that have nothing to do with the fact that I find them desirable, and you know what? Not once has any of them ever taken off her blouse and waved her tits in my face, just to taunt me. Sometimes, I'll ask one out. And if she-likes me, she'll accept. And if things work out, I might bring them back here or go to her place, and then ... then, she might take off her blouse and wave her tits at me, because then it makes sense. But there are times when it doesn't make sense, and it could never happen. like if a woman I find attractive happens to be married to a good friend. Or if two women I find attractive happen to be the daughters of my dead brother, neither one of whom I've known for more than two hours. Now, you can keep waving your tits at me, if you want, Suzy, but I don't find it attractive. I find it immature. And it's also just a little sick. So why don't you grow up, and act like an adult, and maybe I'll be able to truly find you attractive. All right?"
Then, he turned and walked out of the room.
"Wow," said Cindi, after he left, "he was really pissed."
Suzy just grinned. "Urn hmmmm. I'm not surprised. I was being a bitch. But you know something else?"
"No, what."
"While he was giving that nice speech, his cock was getting hard."
There was a moment of silence, and then the two girls collapsed into hysterical giggles. "Oh, poor Uncle Roger," mused Cindi, "he just doesn't know what he's got on his hands, does he?"
"No ... but I'll bet he's got a better idea." Then, she looked back at her sister. "Want to get that shower now?"
Cindi had been put in a randy mood by the scene that had just unfolded, and to be quite frank, she found their uncle rather attractive himself. Enough that while he'd been in the room, she'd gotten a fleeting image of herself, lying stretched out on a bed, spread eagle, her arms and ankles tied....
"Sure," she said to Suzy, slipping quickly out of her jeans. Suzy was already in the bathroom that connected to their bedroom, and was running the water. Then she turned to Cindi and said, "I'll be right back. I have to go apologize to Uncle Roger."
She quickly selected a towel and held it up. Then she took another one and held it up to close scrutiny too.
"What are you looking for?" asked Cindi.
"To see which one is smallest."
Cindi laughed, and watched in amazement and awe as Suzy wrapped herself, concealing all the essential ingredients, but with a decidedly erotic flavor to her entire appearance.
"I think I'll go with you," Cindy said.
Suzy tossed her the other towel.
"So get wrapped."
Roger was sitting at his desk, stewing once more in a grand funk, when he heard the faint, tentative knocks at the door.
He turned and saw the two girls, wrapped only in towels, and quickly looked away.
"My God, you two don't give up, do you."
"Oh, Uncle Roger, you've got us wrong. Really. We were just going to get a shower and started to feel real guilty for what we did, and we wanted to ask you to forgive us. It won't happen again, we promise."
"Am I mistaken, or is it happening now?"
"What are we doing? Look, Uncle Roger, you've never lived with women around the house, and we've never lived with a bachelor ... so it's going to take a little getting used to, all right. I mean, we used to walk around like this all the time at Fran and Hector's."
"Hector must have loved that."
"Hector was too drunk most of the time to notice anything. Including us."
Roger chuckled. "Yeah ... well ... that's pretty drunk all right."
"So, are we still friends, Uncle Roger?" Suzy asked in the sweetest voice she could manage.
"Sure, I suppose so. But listen, do you think you could keep covered up just a little more than you've been doing."
They laughed and said, "Sure, we don't want to tempt you."
"Oh, hey, that's good. That's very good. I was getting worried.
They giggled, and then, Suzy said, "Well, Uncle Roger, I guess we'll go on back and take our shower now."
"Oh ... yeah ... sure. That's a good idea."
Giggling some more, they both made their exit and went back to their bedroom.
"Well, I thought you handled that admirably," Cindi said.
"Of course I did. What did you expect? I'm a classy broad."
"Don't you mean classy bitch?"
"That too."
Cindi fell back onto tie bed.
"Gosh, just look at this place. I'm really stunned, you know. I mean, I knew that Uncle Roger was well off, but I never expected him to be this well off. The guy's amazing. He must be doing very well."
"Yeah ... Fran used to talk down about him a lot, but I think she was just jealous. He seems to know what he's doing."
"I'll tell you what he's doing. He's drooling out his cock every time he thinks about us. That's what he's doing."
Suzy got a mischievous look on her face.
"Suzy," said Cindi, a concerned tone in her voice, "what have you got on your mind?"
Suzy just started to smile.
"Cone on," Cindi said, pressing her, "I know that look. You've got something on your mind, and it can't be anything very good."
"Now, sister dear, why on earth would you say something like that? I just can't for the life of me understand you sometimes."
"I was about to say the same about you. We've got a pretty good deal here, you know that? I really didn't think he'd fall for that cheap ploy of Fran's, just showing up like that. It's really amazing that he let us stay, and I don't think he feels very good about it yet. Why do you insist on rocking the boat?"
"I'm not rocking the boat. In fact, I'm plugging up the leaks, if you want to go with that metaphor."
"What are you talking about?"
Suzy gave her a long look, but said nothing.
"Suzy, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about fucking with Uncle Roger's mind to the point where the last thing in the world that he'd want would be to get rid of us."
"Suzy...."
"Now, just calm down. Figure it out for yourself. You've already seen the way he looks at us. And it's obvious that he-likes us. I mean, face it, when you're cute as you and I are, you have a lot going for you, right? He's not going to get down on us unless we go out of our way to fuck with him. Otherwise, he's going keep on thinking that we're real cute and he's going to keep treating us nice."
"Okay ... so?"
"Well, if, in the course of all the nicey nicey stuff, if we start to really get to him ... I mean as in make him start to crave our sweet little bodies...."
"Suzy," said Cindi, horrified, "I know you've always been more mature about sex than I have, but I think that's terrible. I really do. You're talking about doing something to a nice guy. I think he's real nice and I think it's mean of you to taunt him like that."
"Who says I'm teasing him."
"What do you mean?"
"Who says I'm just teasing him? Maybe I'm planning to deliver."
Cindi's eyes got wide as she thought about it.
"Now come on," Suzy said, "Let's go take a shower. Sister dear."
Roger sat at his desk, feeling a mixture of anger and confusion, and just a touch of fear. Fear of an unknown situation. Anger at Fran for putting him in a position where his options were nil. He didn't like being compromised like this, but the truth was, they were his brother's children, and from a purely familial standpoint, his was the stronger responsibility.
But that didn't take away the anger at having been manipulated. He wasn't going to forget it soon, either.
And then ... there was the confusion.
What the hell was he going to do with two over-sexed sixteen year-olds? Sixteen going on twenty-five, was more like it.
He shook his head, but try as he might, the image of Suzy's naked breasts, jiggling merrily from her tight, slim body would not be banished from his thoughts. Nor would that deliciously innocent smile on Cindi's face. He wasn't sure how healthy it was (wait a minute ... who was he kidding? It was sick! That's what it was ... Sick sick sick) but he was having some decidedly uncle-like thoughts concerning both of those delightful, young bodies ... or, come to think of it, was this the origin of the term funny uncle? Was that what he was? A 'funny uncle'? He felt his cock start to stiffen.
Suzy stuck her hand under the water pouring from the faucet of the bathtub.
"What do you think ... a shower or a bath?" she asked Cindi.
"A shower will be fine," Cindi replied, unwrapping herself from her towel.
Her body was an exact duplicate of Suzy's, except that her breasts were just a bit larger. It was, in fact, a source of contention between them, although a friendly one.
"And another thing," Suzy would always say to finish an argument, "stop having bigger tits than me."
But if they were larger, no one else could have possibly noticed. Both girl's had bodies that were perfect enough to short circuit the analytical facilities of the most jaded soul ... when comparing perfection with its mirror image, who needed to worry about details?
Suzy stepped under the shower jet and her long blonde hair immediately came spilling around her shoulders, reaching nearly to her nipples.
She felt her sister stepping into the tub behind her and leaned backwards a little bit to feel her nipples pressing against her back.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, "you feel good and hard."
"I always have hard nipples," said Cindi.
"I know. It burns me up too."
"Well, you never seem to have any trouble getting yours hard, you know."
"Well ... why don't you give me a little assist?"
"I'd love too," Cindi said, placing her hands beneath each of her sister's globular mounds of flesh, giving them each a gentle squeeze, and then lowering her mouth to her left nipple.
She parted her lips and sucked gently on the bud of flesh, drawing it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Suzy sighed, "that's dreamy. Just do that for a while, would you."
Cindi made no response, other than to keep sucking.
"Nice ... oh yeah, that's nice," Suzy continued. Cindy let the nipple slide back and forth over her teeth, biting, but not hard, just enough to compress the tender flesh between the two sharp edges ... sucking in, pressing with her tongue to force it back out, sucking in again, pressing back out....
Suzy let out a long, low moan.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she said over and over, "that's great.
As she felt her nipples getting hard, she let her fingers slide down between Cindi's legs.
Her thighs were pressed together tightly, but as soon as she felt Suzy's fingers playing at the crack between them, the pressure eased off completely.
"Yes," Cindi said, hoarsely, "yes, play with me. Play with my cunt. Touch me, press on my clit...."
All of which Suzy was only to glad to do.
This was a familiar ritual between them.
From their earliest childhood, they'd always shared a room, and that had continued when they went to live with Fran and Hector.
From the age of ten or so, they'd started to pJay with each other's bodies, experimenting with the sensations that could be aroused with the proper touch....
They'd discovered that there was more to their cunt than a slit when they were thirteen, about the time they started developing their breasts and having periods.
Cindi could still remember the night that Suzy's finger had first located and isolated her clitoris. She'd come the first time in her life that night, but it would by no means be the last.
And they'd continued their practice, not on a regular basis, but fairly consistently, first learning to use their fingers on themselves and each other, then their tongues, and then comparing notes on each other's love life.
It was a valuable support system that they provided for each other, and one that they couldn't imagine ever out-growing a need for.
Cindi parted her thighs now as Suzy pulled her breasts away and lowered herself to her knees.
Water splashed from the shower jet, steam hung heavy inside the plastic shower curtain, and a constant stream of droplets spilled off of the contours of Cindi's body, sloshing over Suzy's face and dripping in turn off of her.
She brought her face up close to Cindi's cunt, burrowed with her tongue up in between the split in her body, and tasted the familiar flavor of Cindi's pussy ... a salty, acrid taste that was strange and at the same time utterly delicious.
She grasped each of Cindi's pussy lips between her fingers and slowly, gently pulled them apart.
"Yes," Cindi moaned, leaning against the tile wall of the bathroom ... her eyes closed, her pelvis arched outward.
Suzy's tongue quickly found her sister's clit, hard and stiff by now, and began to prod and press against it, following the length of the small shaft all the way back to where it was buried beneath the folds of loose pink flesh between her lips.
She pulled the lips further apart, pulling upward as well as out, and caused the hooded sheath of flesh that usually kept it well hidden and protected to pull back, exposing much more of her clit than was customary.
She brought the tip of her tongue down onto it hard, pressing in, then pulling away, pressing back again, then pulling away once more.
Cindi moaned and Suzy felt her sister's hips jerk uncontrollably as she began a steady licking motion back and forth over her clit.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned loudly, "yes, I love it. That's so good, so damn good...."
"ShJihh!" Suzy cautioned, "we don't want Uncle Roger to hear us."
"Oh, I don't even care if he hears us. I just want you to keep doing that."
Bringing her lips around the area of Cindi's clit, Suzy started to suck, a little harder now, and then even harder, until she's managed to draw the loose flesh in which her hard bud of nerves was nestled up into hier mouth.
She once more touched her tongue to Cindi's clit, pressing it against the roof of her mouth, and then started to vibrate her tongue as rapidly as she possibly could.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Cindi began to moan, babbling in perfect rhythm with Suzy's movements back and forth across her sister's clit.
"Oh yes, don't stop, please don't stop. I want it. I want more, more more, more...."
The, Suzy bit down. She could feel Cindi's hard clit between her teeth, feeling something like a small sliver of hard rubber.
There was a slight springiness to the tiny organ each time Suzy squeezed it between her teeth, a sense that she could easily hurt and injure the sensitive bit of flesh were she not extremely careful.
Cindi started to cry out, very loud with each new contraction of her sister's teeth.
"Shhhh!" Suzy again cautioned. "I mean it. You're going to get us both in trouble if you're not careful."
As she chewed gently on Cindi's clit, Suzy began to work a finger between her lips and felt the tissues and membranes begin to slowly give way.
She moved the fingertip right up into Cindi's cunthole, and pressed all around the inner surface of the rim.
That sent Cindi into an entirely new series of spasms, her muscles all contracting wildly, animal-like noises escaping from her throat, and the juices from her pussy flowing as hard and as fast at the water from the shower jet.
Then Suzy slid a second finger up inside her sister.
When they were both inside her, she let them open wide, flaring them and twisting her hand at the wrist.
Cindi let out a long, low moan, a sound that kept on coming, without pause.
Her hips were rotating now, rapidly, moving faster and faster, pressing down against Suzy's hand that was buried up between Cindi's legs, pressing downwards harder and harder, trying to increase the penetration of those fingers that were buried up inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSS!" Cindi suddenly yelled, shaking so violently that she almost lost her balance, slipping against the slick bottom of the tub.
"Oh my God," she gasped, catching herself, "Oh, please don't stop, please don't stop."
"I'm not," Suzy said, beginning to finger her clit as she chewed on Cindi's.
"More, more, more, more. Harder, faster, please, come on, come on, come on, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Cindi cried out now, unconcerned about how loud she was or what she was saying.
Suzy dimly was aware of the fact that if he was paying any attention, their uncle would probably have no difficulty hearing them, but by now, her own cunt was almost as much in flames as Cindi's, and she kept up the constant pressure on her clit to insure that it would stay that way. "More, more, more, more, more...."
"...more, more, more, more," Roger heard faintly, as he suddenly jerked to attention.
"What the fuck," he muttered. He'd been going over some notes to his book, trying to work out a problem of motivating one of his characters. It was a bitch of a problem, one that had consumed the last two work sessions. He knew that she was going to rent the car, leave her husband and drive across the country to be with the man that she'd only met one time before in her life. The entire plot pivoted on that one, simple fact.
But when the actual writing came down to the wire, he realized that no matter how he presented the situation, it still rang false. There was no real reason for her to do it. It made no sense. It sounded silly.
Now, one thing a writer like Roger Stoddard couldn't afford was having a character sound silly.
So, he grappled and wrestled with the problem, contemplating alternatives and options, and all the while there had been the steadily mounting awareness that ... something ... was going on.
"What the fuck," he was finally moved to wonder, realizing that the commotion, while starting softly and subtly, so much so that he hadn't actually noticed at all, was now quite loud and obvious.
"More, more, more, more," he'd heard, and there was no doubt that it was coming from his apartment ... which meant....
Frowning in puzzlement, he got up from his desk, went out into the living room ... oh yeah, it was much louder in here. It was coming from the guest room, all right, and it sounded, from the echoes, like they were in the bathroom.
He walked over to their bedroom door.
"Girls," he called, knowing before he said anything that his voice was too soft for them to hear.
He knocked, also too softly for them to hear. That reaffirmed his feeling that they were in the bathroom.
He carefully pushed the door open, looked in and saw no one.
But what he heard!
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes, oh that feels so good, so good, so good ... oh harder, harder, deeper...."
Was there any way sounds like that could mean anything else but what they sounded like they meant?
"Uh-unh," Roger said aloud.
He thought to himself, close the door, Roger, close the door and leave them alone. They have no one else in the world. It makes perfect sense.
But did he do that? Not a chance.
He tip-toed over to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against it.
Now the full chorus of gasps, moans, groans and grunts was clear.
He thought to himself, this is madness. He remembered once when he was a little boy, how he'd crept up to the bathroom door when his mother was in there, taking a shower, stuck his eye up to the keyhole, peered inside, and then, when she got out, he saw it. That black patch of hair ...! He did it now.
He lowered his eye, peered in through the keyhole ... and damn! They had the curtain drawn. But he could make out their forms. One of them, anyway. She seemed to be leaning against the wall ... standing up ... and then he saw the other one. She was down on her knees....
Oh my God, he thought. What the hell have I got on my hands with these two?
Well, actually, what he had on his hands, seemed to be something sticky and wet.
Huh? Oh yeah, he'd gone and slipped his hand down his pants. Well, what else was he going to do ... they were already driving him mad, and they hadn't even been there a day yet.
And no sooner had he started to play with his cock, it started to drool, and then it started to shoot, and....
God, what a mess, he thought, pulling his hand back out. He would need to change pants, and pronto.
CHAPTER FOUR
Roger felt as though he was at the end of his rope. The week had gone badly.
Meredith seemed determined to stay away from him, much to his surprise.
She wasn't the kind to turn down a free meal ticket that quickly. And, of course, she didn't know about the sudden acquisition of his ready-made family.
He could just imagine her reaction to Suzy and Cindi. Nieces or not, she would be hotly jealous of two beautiful women, whatever their age or relation.
Except that ... well, she wasn't coming back, from the looks of things, so he guessed it really didn't matter one way or the other what she thought.
But now, George. That was the last straw.
"I'm sorry sir," he announced with stiff British assurance. "You know my policy. No children. No families. I'm a bachelor's man. I like a schedule that I won't have to compete with someone over. I like things to be predictable. I like women to be conspicuous purely by the random objects they leave behind them, upon exiting in the morning. Understand me sir. I have no difficulty with women, per se, as a species I mean ... it's just that I cannot work in a situation of this sort.
"I cannot have this kind of environment. I mean, sir, look at it from my perspective.
"I have to say no women and no children ... these two fit both categories. I simply can't function among them, sir."
He was definite.
"George. I'll raise your salary. I'll give you another day off. Anything. You name your terms, George. Please. Just don't leave me alone. I can't deal with those two alone."
"Sir, you insult me. I'm disappointed. Truly I am. I realize that it is not intentional, but I am, nonetheless, disappointed. You seem to have become very careless all the way around, sir."
"George, please, I'll double your salary."
"It is NOT a question of money. Oh, sir, why do you persist in degrading us both? I have been quite content here, as you well know. Money is not the issue. I assure you, it is purely a personal choice on my part.
"George ... please...."
Roger hated to beg, and he would hate even more to start crying, but there was really no way he could avoid it. "George, if you persist in leaving, I shall have to shoot you."
He frowned. "Indeed, sir. Wouldn't you call that a bit extreme?"
"I'm a desperate man, George, isn't that obvious?"
George looked pained.
"Please sir, don't subject us to this. It will work out much better. Truly it will. I understand that Charles Osgood's man is looking for a new position. Perhaps you could interest him."
"What, that conservative relic? He dates from the height of the Empire. Come on George. I have to insist."
"Do you, sir? Do you indeed?"
"Aw, come on, George, don't leave me."
"Sir, we had an agreement. As much as I might wish it were not so, you, and you alone, with no prompting whatsoever from me,, saw fit to break our agreement. I can't ignore that fact, sir. I truly cannot ignore that fact."
And with that, George turned, picked up his bags, and marched out of the apartment.
Roger collapsed into a chair. From the guest room, the loud sounds of God knows what rock group came beating their way into his brain. He felt a strange desire to bite his fingernails. He'd never bitten his fingernails in his life!
My God, he thought, my life's coming apart. It's coming apart at the seams.
From the girl's room, the sound's of malcontent and confusion pounded a relentless rhythm:
All is confusion
All is despair Life's an illusion You know it's unfair. My head keeps on pounding Can't seem to diffuse it I just bought a shotgun, I think I might use it! "What!" Roger muttered aloud. "Christ, do they have to play it so fucking loud."
He jumped out of his chair and stormed over to the door, and began pounding on it. No response. He pounded harder. Still no response.
That was it. He was starting to feel like he was getting in the way in his own apartment.
He tried the doorknob, found it unlocked, and then, threw the door open.
He marched into the room, and the first thing that struck him was the temperature.
"Christ, it's cold in here. What's the window doing open. And the fan ... what's that smell?"
They were sitting on the bed, looking like the wife with the milkman under the bed.
"What are you two doing now?" he asked, sniffing again. "My God, is that what I think it is?"
He saw a small stream of smoke starting to rise up from behind Suzy.
"What's behind your back," he asked.
"Nothing, Uncle Roger. Honest."
"Uh huh ... then I guess you're on fire. Either that or the bed's on fire."
He walked over to the desk and picked up a bag of crushed green leaves.
"Oregano, I presume ...? "
"Uh, right. It's a kind of incense," Cindi began, looking like she didn't expect him to buy it for one second.
"Oh come off it. What do you take me for?
Give me that, Suzy."
With a forelorn look of chagrin on her face, Suzy reluctantly produced the lit joint that she'd been hiding behind her back.
"So,T guess you girls must think I'm really stupid, huh?"
He held it up to his nose and took a whiff. The smoke seared through his brain, and the first thing he did was sneeze. That promptly scattered ashes all through the air, making him sneeze once more.
The two girls started to giggle.
"Now cut that out."
"You almost have it right, Uncle Roger, but it works better if you take in a lot more, and hold it a lot longer."
They both started to giggle again.
"Knock it off," he grumbled. "I'm not about to ruin my brain with this stuff, and I'm appalled to find that you two have gotten such an early start ruining your brains."
"Have you ever tried it, Uncle Roger?" asked Suzy.
"No, and I'm not about to either."
"Then how do you know it's bad?"
"Huh? Now look, don't pull that crap with me! I know because I've read about it. This stuff can ruin you."
"When's the last time you got drunk, Uncle Roger?" asked Suzy.
"Now cut it out. It's not the same thing at all."
"Oh, I agree completely. One hundred per cent. But I'm speaking from an informed knowledge. You, on the other hand, are speaking purely from hearsay, which isn't even admissable as evidence in any proper court of law. You, Uncle Roger are indicting us on the basis of hearsay. Sounds pretty sad to me."
"Really," agreed Cindi. "What kind of example is that to be setting?"
"What are you girls talking about?"
"I've been drunk, and you're right, Uncle Roger, the two aren't the same at all. Booze makes your muscles stop working. Booze gives you a hangover. Booze makes you aggressive. Pot doesn't do any of those."
"I know, it just makes you want to lay around all day and smoke more pot."
"It beats laying around all day and drinking."
"You drink."
"Socially!"
"So. We smoke socially."
"Look, girls, this is ridiculous. I won't stand here and argue any more about...."
"Why don't you try it? Then you'd know what you were talking about."
Cindi smiled so sweetly when she said it, and she looked so earnest that Roger had to believe she was serious.
"Sure," Suzy chimed in, "I think it would be good for you. It would increase your experience, and that always has to be good for a writer, doesn't it?"
"Sure," said Cindi. "What if you want to have one of your characters do some drugs. You won't know what you're talking about."
"That's inexcusable for a writer."
"Bullshit. I had one of my characters go to Beruit once. I've never been there. It's called imagination. It's the first thing to go when you start doing drugs."
"How do you know? You've never done them."
"I know."
"He's not going to do it, Suzy, I think you ought to give up."
"You're darn right I'm not going to do it," Roger thundered.
"Too bad," said Suzy. "I would have had a lot more respect for you if you smoked it and then said you didn't like it."
Roger was going to shoot back a reply and then, thinking about it, said, "You would."
"Sure. Then, you'd know what you were talking about. You know, there really might be valid reasons for not smoking this stuff. But I'm too young to understand what they are. You're a lot older though. You might be able to understand it."
"Yeah," agreed Cindi, "but you can't expect us to listen to you if you haven't even tried it yourself, so you'll know what you're talking about."
"Really," Suzy piped back up. It was like facing tag-team wrestlers. "You have to loosen up, Uncle Roger."
"Yeah, Uncle Roger," Cindi repeated, "you have to loosen up. It's 1982."
"Girls, I see very clearly what you're trying to do, and I assure you, it won't work. However, your point is well taken. I shouldn't give you trouble as long as I have my own drugs of preference. But pleeeeeease; don't flaunt it. Don't get me busted."
He handed the joint back to Suzy, and turned around to walk out.
"Uncle Roger," said Suzy.
"What?"
"Sure you won't change your mind?" He got a pained look on his face and walked out.
"What do you think of that?" Suzy asked Cindi when he was gone.
"I think I'm cold. Why don't we close the window and turn off the fan. It's winter, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," said Suzy in a foul sounding mood. "I'm pissed. I thought for sure that he'd take you up on it."
"I think he still might."
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh, just the way he was looking at us. He's a strange dude. He's not really old, but it's like he comes from a different era than we do."
"No shit! I guess if he's thirty-five ... he must have just missed out on all the campus drug scene in the late sixties."
"Do you think so?"
"Obviously. How many other people have you met that never smoked pot?"
Suzy frowned. "I don't know if this is going to work out."
Roger frowned. I don't know if this is going to work out at all, he thought. They were too different. They were from ... from another world. It was a strange world, one that he couldn't even hope to understand. It made him feel old.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hello, Roger darling."
Meredith? No, it didn't really sound like her.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"My my," she laughed. "Aren't we the unfriendly type. This is Jill Harmon."
"Oh, hello! I'm sorry I didn't recognize your voice ... I've had a lot on my mind and I wasn't expecting to hear from you."
"Well, listen, I was just wondering when we can see the first half of that book. You know, we do have a contractual deadline ... I mean, Roger, between you and me, we both know it can be extended ... but what do you say we get at least a few chapters in. Mr. MacGregor would rest easier at night. And when Mr. MacGregor rests, the advances flow much more freely."
"I get your meaning Jill. Look, I know I'm late, and I don't want to mess you up. You're the best editor I've had. How about thirty days from now? Would that satisfy him?"
"Should. Uh, Roger, thirty days from now ... don't let me down. All right?"
"Sure, Jill. Sure."
"And Roger ... one other thing."
"I'm listening."
"What are you doing tonight."
"Huh?"
"Why don't you come over for dinner? I'm a great cook."
"You ... I mean ... really?"
She chuckled. You sound like a high school kid."
"Ha ... funny you should mention that."
"Why?"
"Never mind. Are you serious? I mean, you're inviting me over for dinner?"
"It's not the first time a lady's asked you out, is it?"
"Uh ... well, yeah. It just might be."
"Well, I have to be honest, it's not entirely personal. I've got another project in mind and I want to give you a crack at it. So, we'll talk business for a few minutes and I'll write off the grocery bill. Fair enough?"
"Eight o'clock sound good?"
"Divine."
Later, Suzy and Cindi were sitting in their room, contemplating their uncle.
"So, we ran off his butler. I'm feeling bad about that," Cindi said.
"Bullshit. He was probably a fag anyway."
"Suzy!"
"All right, he was probably gay. Christ, how'd you get to be such a liberal."
"Suzy! Don't you feel at all guilty about the way we seem to be disrupting Uncle Roger's life style?"
"Honey, I feel guilty about the way I've been disrupting my own life style. Tonight, we are going to hit the town."
"Oh?"
"Um hmmm. And Uncle Roger's going to pay the tab."
"Oh? This I have to see."
"Just watch."
They found Roger in the study.
"Uncle Roger," said Suzy in a plaintive tone that made Cindi wince, "Listen, we were thinking ... you know, I mean, like, you're going out tonight, and everything ... and we really don't want to spend the night alone here ... and we haven't been able to do anything yet...."
"True ... " he said, uncertainly. "I don't really know if I can take you with me though. This is going to be sort of a working dinner."
"Oh. I see. Well, gee, I don't know if this is cool to ask or not, but do you think you might loan us a little money ... you know, so we could go to a movie or something?"
He smiled. "Sure. I don't see why not."
"Or maybe so we could go dancing."
"Well, I don't know. You girls are pretty young."
"Yeah, but it doesn't count if you don't look it."
He pulled out his wallet and produced a wad of bills.
"How much do you think-"
"Oh wow, that'd be great," said Suzy, snatching the whole wad of bills just as he was getting ready to count out a portion for them. He followed the bills in her hand as she clutched them to her ample breast.
"You think you'll need all that? There's about fifty dollars there."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to make do," said Suzy.
"Oh. Well ... okay. If you think that you're really going to need all that."
"Gee Uncle Roger, thanks. You're the greatest."
Cindy was feeling pretty guilty when they got back to the room.
"Look, did you see the way he reacted when I started hinting that he take us along? He's going to get laid tonight. If he bought himself a hooker, it'd cost a lot more than this."
Somehow, that didn't quite make sense to Cindi.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Thanks, sweetheart," said Suzy to the cab driver, taking all the change from him. He'd been led to believe that there would be a personal tip involved. A very personal tip. It suddenly became very apparent that there would be no such tip, or any other kind of tip, for that matter.
"Fucking bitches," he grumbled.
"Stupid foreigner," Suzy shot back.
"Suzy!" Cindi said, aghast at her sister's attitude.
"Oh, get off it. We're in New York now, and it's time we stopped acting so provincial. I want to enjoy the lifestyle that I deserve."
"And which life style is that?" asked Cindi.
"Whichever one Uncle Roger can afford to support."
"You don't like him much, do you," Cindi asked.
"Sure I do."
"No ... ever since it's been obvious that he wasn't going to let you manipulate him with your tits, you've had a grudge against him."
"That's bullshit."
"Urn hmmmm. Maybe. But I'm just telling you what I see. If I can't, who can?"
Suzy stared at her sister, and for the first time that she could ever remember, Cindi had the feeling that they didn't know each other.
Then, Suzy smiled and said, "Come on. Let's go in."
"I'm hungry," Cindi protested.
"Great. We'll wait till somebody with money tries to pick us up, and we'll get him to take us to dinner."
"Boy, you've got it all figured out, don't you?"
"I sure do. Then, we'll tell Uncle Roger that we spent all his money on dinner, and we put some ahead. See, you've just got to think, Sis."
Cindi said nothing, but was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Suzy had been developing signs ever since they came to New York, distressing signs, strange, alien signs. She was starting to behave in a way that was most definitely her own style. She was turning into a real cunt.
And it looked like poor Uncle Roger was going to be the one to keep having to take it on the nose.
"What is this place," she asked.
"It's kind of like a DISCO, except they don't play disco music. They play New Wave and rock. But lot's of rich people hang out."
"What makes you think we'll get in?"
"The way we're dressed."
They were both wearing matching outfits, consisting of see-through blouses, sans bras, tight, tight shorts, high-heels, and fur coats.
"I don't think we should wear these," Cindi had protested when Suzy found them hanging in Roger's closet. "They probably belong to one of his girl friends."
"So, we'll put them back. Gosh ... aren't they beautiful?"
They cut very impressive figures in them, and Cindi was amazed to see the way that the crowd hanging around the door seemed to part to let them through.
Of course, part of that might well have been Suzy's tone of voice as she said "Get the fuck out of my way, scumbag."
What do you do when a beautiful, but tiny, woman talks that way to you? Well, in this case, they got out of her way.
The doorman studied them, not without a look of approval, but he seemed uncertain whether or not to let them in.
Suzy's coat was unbuttoned, anJ she allowed it to fall open, as she said, "You aren't going to turn us down, are you, honey? I wouldn't turn you down."
He gave her a hard smirk. Cindi doubted that he'd been really impressed by them, but ... well, you had to admire Suzy's balls.
They walked in, paid the cover, and immediately found themselves overwhelmed.
"Gosh, I wonder if we're in the right place."
"Looks like it to me," said Suzy. "Wow, everyone's so punked out, I can't believe it."
"Do you think all those girls are really wearing black lipstick, or is that just the lighting?"
"I don't know. Does it matter?"
There were boys with ultra-short hair, wearing spit-polished shits and ties ... with razor blades hanging off of their ears.
"Oh wow, everyone's so trendy," said Suzy. "I wonder if they have a gift shop off to the side where they sell razor blades, and bones to go through your nose."
Cindi just looked around, finding the variety of people fascinating. The lighting was dim, and it was difficult to tell if the place was really run down, or if it just looked that way from the shadows, or if it was just old, but well preserved ... one thing it had, though, was style. In the main lobby, there were several TV sets, none of which was showing anything that Cindi had ever seen on TV. They watched for a moment, until she realized that they were looking at a lobotomy taking place.
"Oh my God, I think this is the real thing," she said, disgustedly.
"Maybe so," said Suzy, but isn't that music great?"
"Oh, gross, look at all the blood."
"Squeamish. Come on, let's go find someone to buy us drinks."
"Excuse me," said a voice behind them.
They turned, and there were two guys, both older than they were, both with state of the art punk hair-cuts (one looked like a rooster, the other like a Mohican) and both had blank looks that would have made the most hard-core TV junkie jealous.
"You two said something about drinks, right?"
Great British accent, Cindy noted.
"Yeah, we did," Suzy agreed.
"Well, come on then. We'll put 'em on our tab. But you have to stick around till our set's over."
"Set?"
"We're in the band."
"Which one is that."
"RatFireMedley."
"Oh."
"Come on. We don't have all night."
And with that, they began to shove a path through the crowd, leading into the large cavernous dance room, which struck Cindi a little the way hell must have looked to Dante.
Jill Harmon opened the door, and Roger immediately realized that his week had just picked up immeasurably.
"I must say ... you look ... uh, stunning."
Her face fell.
"You don't like it, do you? I told myself, Jill, don't wear it. It's too daring. He'll get the wrong idea."
Roger laughed.
"Look, I'm getting a very clear idea, and I hope like hell it isn't wrong."
"Oh yeah," she said, smiling again. "Well, look, why don't you come in, and we can talk business. And then we can stop talking business and talk about other things. Or maybe we can stop talking altogether. You know, I don't even know what possessed me to invite you over here. I was planning on doing it, you know. I mean, I was talking to you on the phone, and then all of a sudden I heard myself asking you over for dinner, and I'm saying to myself, Jill Harmon, what the fuck are you doing, you hardly know the man, and you know even less about cooking dinner for someone, but it was weird, because you know...."
Roger put his hand gently up to her mouth.
"Don't tell me, let me guess. You're nervous about inviting me over for dinner, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"I'm sensitive that way."
"Yeah ... well look I'll tell you what. Why don't we just skip business and go out somewhere for dinner, and then we can come back here or something ... or ... oh God, I don't know. You know, I feel like such a fucking nurd. I mean, you don't even know me, except as someone who says 'I think we'll need to shorten this chapter Roger', or 'Why don't we put this section first, Roger', or...."
Once again Roger put his hand over Jill's mouth.
"You're really nervous, aren't you?"
"Oh my God. What, does it show? I mean, you're acting like I'm breaking out in bleeding sting warts or something."
Roger laughed, and it felt good to laugh for a change.
Then, figuring that she wouldn't object to him being every bit as impulsive as he was, he took hold of her hand and pulled her to him.
"Do you have any idea how flattered I was that you asked me over here?' Her eyes grew wide.
"Oh my God, really. Oh my God, you have no idea how nervous I've been...."
"Wanna bet?"
"It's really showing, huh? I thought I could hide it, you know, if I just kept the conversation going long enough ... but no, huh?"
Roger stared down into her eyes. "Why didn't we ever get together before?" he asked.
She slapped him hard in the arm.
"Because you never noticed me, you lout, and you made me wait till I got the balls up to ask you out."
"Oh. I see. Well, hey, what can I say? I accepted, didn't I?"
"Yeah, and it's a damn good thing too. Hey you know what...."
And with that, she launched into another long tirade, that Roger listened to for just long enough to determine that she was only trying once more to fill space and silence. Hell, he thought, sometimes silence is good for you. "Jill," he said.
"Huh," she replied, suddenly saying nothing at all.
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
He heard her let out a long sigh, and to his amazement, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and started to rub her pelvis against his.
He pulled back from her, as if checking to make sure that she was real, and then, with both of them grinning like idiots, they fell into each other's arms again.
Later, (much later), they pulled apart again, and she murmured, "I think we ought to postpone dinner."
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
She put her finger up to his lips and played with them as she spoke, tracing little patterns over them.
"L ... uh ... think I might, uh, want to ... you know ... take you by the hand, and lead you into my bedroom ... and fuck you till your cock falls off.
Neither one of them said a whole lot after that.
"Hey" said the rooster to Suzy, "where you going?"
"I was looking for you," she said.
"I'm here. So how can you be looking for me?"
"Well, now I've found you. Where were you?"
"In the dressing room. Come on up."
They climbed a narrow staircase. The first band on the bill 'Dead Angel' was coming close to shattering the walls. "Are you guys that loud," Suzy asked him.
He turned around and said, "I can't hear you, the band's too loud."
They got to the dressing room, and found it empty.
"So, you want to snort some coke, or what," the guy asked.
"What's your name?" Suzy asked him.
He stared at her. "I'm not looking for anything permanent, you know."
"I just asked your name."
"Oh. All right. I'm Breeze."
"That's it. Just Breeze?"
"Well, my parents called me Reginald, but it didn't fit the image, you know."
"I see. So, you said something about coke?"
"Yeah."
He produced a bottle, filled with white powder. "Can you cut?"
He gave her a mirror and took a razor blade off of one ear. She bent over the table and began to cut out several lines. As she did so, she felt his fingers starting to play around her thighs.
"Ooooo, stop that. You're going to make me spill this."
"That's be a tragedy," he said, keeping his fingers on her thighs.
"Stop, that tickles," she said.
"It's supposed to. What are you. Thick?"
"No ... " she said as his fingers started to move further up her thighs. She moved her ass around, but didn't really pull away.
"Where's my sister?" she asked.
"I don't know. Probably meeting the rest of the band."
"What's that supposed to mean," Suzy asked.
"I told them I wanted you to myself."
"Oh, and why was that?"
"Because I like the look in your eye."
She smiled a sly, knowing grin. "And what kind of look was that?"
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and jerked her to him.
"Crackers. That's what. You're fucking off your nut, just like me."
"Hey! Take it easy. You're going to hurt the fabric."
"Aw, the thing to do in that case is to simply remove the fabric."
He pulled out a knife.
"Oh my God," Suzy muttered, her voice starting to quiver.
Then, she picked up the bottle of coke.
"Back! Get back, or I'll dump this."
"See, I was right, you are crazy. Out of your mind."
Then he gave a loud howl, and before she knew what he was doing, he'd snatched the bottle from her hand.
Then, he pulled her to him, and put his fingers up to her neck.
"Now my little sweetie, don't be all wiggly and squirmy like that, for it'll quite possibly cause me blade to sliver its way through this pretty throat that does such a splendid job of holding your head onto your shoulders."
He was whispering softly into her ear, in a kind of sing-song voice, and she realized in that moment, that he hadn't been kidding. He was out of his mind.
"Now, you can remove the shirt under your own power, or you can have me do it. I'll tell you in advance however, the chances of your being able to put it back on again are a lot greater if you do it yourself. I've been known to get carried away by the sound of material tearing. I just can't seem to contain meself."
"O-okay ... s-s-s-sure ... just take it easy with that thing, will you. I mean, don't go getting careless.
He was staring at her in the mirror, and as she looked up, she saw a perfect manifestation of the B-movie demented killer. His eyes were sagging now, and his mouth seemed unable to assume any kind of permanent shape. She felt a pit of fear opening up inside her.
Fumbling, uncoordinated, she nonetheless managed to get her buttons unfastened, and pulled the material aside.
"You were already sporting them pretty proud-like, you know, with this flimsy stuff here, but they're a lot prettier when they're not covered up with anything."
He put the knife in his teeth, and placed his hands beneath each of her breasts, letting his fingers squeeze them ... gently, to her surprise.
"Oh yeah ... " he said, "that's a fine feel there, it is. I think I've in love, darling."
She felt his body against hers ... felt the hard stubble of his chin rubbing against her neck, felt his hands on her breasts, and made a decision. It was one she knew she might regret, but she made it anyway. She decided that she was going to trust him not to kill her. If she was wrong ... well, the less said of that, the better. But if she was right ... she might very well be in for the ride of her life.
She turned her head around, slowly, so as not to make him bolt, and lightly kissed on the cheek.
"I cut six lines, and they're still sitting there, dear. What do you say?"
He thought and thought and thought, and then he said "I say ... I say ... I say ... Vive Le dope!!! Ha-ha!"
He wasn't going to be so hard to handle, Suzy thought.
Jill Harmon opened the door to her bedroom and pulled Roger in after her.
"God, do you know how long I've wanted to...."
"Jill, I have to tell you this. It doesn't in any way detract from the fact that I think you're a lovely, attractive, desirable woman. Are you listening?"
She nodded, in silence.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to rip your tongue out."
"Can I pull your cock out?"
"Please do."
Her fingers dropped to his crotch and she started to rub his hardened cock.
"My God, you've got a fucking salami in there. What the hell are you doing, hiding this beautiful thing from me, you bastard? You ought to be shot!"
"Somehow, I get the feeling I'm going to make up for lost time."
"Hen ... are you ever. Come here. Let me have that thing."
Her fingers, considering how aggressive she was vocally, were amazingly soft, sensual, and delicate.
"Oh ... oh ... wow, look at it. Would you look at it."
"I've seen it, Jill."
"Yeah, well I haven't. Oh wow, it's so beautiful, I can't stand it."
She was grasping it with both hands now, and started to squeeze tighter and tighter. "Am I hurting you? I don't want to hurt you. You'll tell me if I'm hurting you, won't you?"
"Yes, Jill, I promise, I'll tell you. But I'll tell you something else, in the meantime."
"Yeah, what."
"I don't think you can squeeze it hard enough to hurt it."
"Aw, bullshit."
"Seriously, I doubt you can do it."
"What are you doing, challenging me?"
"No ... but I don't think you can squeeze hard enough to hurt."
She stared down at his cock now, which had gotten even stiffer while they were talking.
"Yeah ...? " she asked, skeptically.
"Go ahead, try."
"I don't want to hurt it...."
"Go ahead. You won't."
She started to squeeze, but seemed reluctant to apply any pressure. Roger lay back on the bed, let out a sigh, and started to whistle. "Oh, excuse me," he ssid suddenly, "were you starting already? I didn't realize."
"Oh, cut it out."
Then, she decided to let him have it. He felt her grip tighten, and keep on tightening.
Still, he made no response. IT felt good. It was stiff enough to withstand whatever pressure her hands could bring to bear on it. He knew that for a fact. But he could see how she might find it hard to believe that it wasn't all that fragile an organ.
She gripped it with both hands now, and used each one to reinforce the other.
Still nothing.
She was starting to get frustrated. "I can't believe it. What is this, a piece of dead meat or something?"
"No. It just responds to a delicate touch more."
"Well why didn't you say so? I've got that too."
And to prove it, she started to run the tips of her fingers up and down the length of the stiff shaft.
There were blue veins running all around the sides of the thing, and they were throbbing now, as more and more blood kept flowing into the erectile tissue.
The pressure became quite intense. At one point, Roger was afraid that the surface of the organ might actually pop. He knew that it wouldn't, really, but it felt like it had been stretched thinner and tighter than ever before.
"Oh baby," Jill moaned, "I love touching it. God, it's so beautiful. I want to lick it and suck it and chew on it and play with your balls...."
Roger gently placed his hands behind her head and slowly but Firmly pushed her face down into his crotch.
"Oh, I get it. Shut up and suck, right?"
Once she finally got down to business, however, she knew exactly what she was doing.
They were lying on the bed, at a crisscross angle to each other, and as her tongue began to spiral wetly over the tight surface skin of his cock, he unsnapped her jeans, pulled the zipper down, and began to work them down around her hips.
Without once removing her mouth from his cock, she managed to shift her position, primarily by raising her hips, to make it easier for him to get her pants down. It wasn't that she had big hips, or a big ass ... it. was more like she was wearing jeans that were two ... maybe three sized too small. The original spray-on jeans, he thought.
Which is not to say the effect wasn't stunning.
Her ass was perfectly shaped, round, yet firm.
Her hips sloped gracefully outward from the narrow isthmus of her waist, and as the tight denim came down to her thighs, he saw that her pussy, amazingly enough, was naked!
"Oh wow!" he said, enthusiastically. That got her to take her mouth off his cock.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. It's great. I've never seen one before."
He quickly pulled her panties down, while her mouth returned to its hammerlock on his cock.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned as her tongue began to flutter rapidly back and forth across his glans.
"You like that?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," was all he needed to reply.
She slurped up and down, dripping her saliva all over it.
Then, she pulled her mouth off again, and formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring which she fit around the tip of his cock.
Dropping more saliva onto it, she started to move up and down, as fast as she could, not spanning the entire length, just keeping to the base of his glans and the extra-sensitive membranes right behind it, particularly on the underside.
He started to roll his hips, and could feel his balls begin to grow filled.
Her pussy started up at him, both naked lips pouting into a sensuous curve between her legs.
He brought his head down close to her and began to lick along the surface of her outer lips with his tongue, and let his lips rub over her.
She was perfectly smooth. She must have shaved that very afternoon, he thought, to be that smooth. She was like a baby's ass.
Her clit was peeking out, like a tiny, obscene tongue. It was a flaming red in color, and when he let his tongue rake across it, her entire body jolted.
"You liked that. I could tell."
"I'd like a lot more," she replied in a dreamy voice.
He kept her lips closed, and just let his tongue lick over the outer surface.
Every time he crossed over her clit, he lingered, decreasing the pressure as much as he could and still keep direct contact with her nerve bud. He touched the tip of his tongue to it.
Again her body jerked.
He started to flick his tongue back and forth.
She moaned, her hips moved, and she opened her legs wider.
Then, at last, he took hold of each of her lips and parted them. Her pink membranes and tissues beneath opened up, and the heavy aroma of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils, charging his brain with a primitive surge of power..
"Oh God, she moaned, suck me, please, suck on my clit. Chew on it. Lick it. Please, please."
Roger had to remind himself that she was a person with whom he'd had only a business relationship as recently as yesterday. And now....
He let his tongue protrude from between his lips, and he began to flick it across her clitoris that throbbed amid the vast expanse of pink tissues beneath her lips.
He shot his tongue across one way, immediately shot it back the other way, keeping the pressure light, but the contact constant.
Each time his tongue touched her, it was like he'd struck her with a whip.
Her hips jerked, her legs shook, and her arms flailed about wildly.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her entire body shaking like electrodes had been applied to her nipples.
He looked up past the top of her slit, past the flat, smooth plane of her stomach, past the two flopping mounds of her breasts to her face, staring hard, trying to get some idea of this woman, of her personality, of what it was that made her tick.
"You really get off on this, don't you?" he asked her.
"Yes," she gasped, "please don't stop. Please don't stop. Keep doing it to me. Please keep doing it to me!!! "
She was quivering, and in her voice, Roger could hear the trembling of genuine passion and arousal. Her breathing was heavy, coming in hard gasps, and each seemed to drag through her lungs with a heavy weight.
The shaved lips of her cunt were coated fully with a mixture of her juice and Roger's saliva. He moved his tongue away from her engorged clit, licking along the entire region. As he kept it up, he could sense that her outer lips, the membranes beneath them, the rim of her hole, even her inner thighs and the isthmus of flesh between her pussy slit and the crack of her ass were all becoming charged, producing the same reaction that he would have expected from her clitoris alone.
Less is more, he kept telling himself, trying hard to resist the impulse to just dive in and start to suck and chew and bite down hard on whatever his teeth came in contact with.
But no, he told himself, keep yourself in check, Roger. Don't carried away. Jill seemed to be horny as hell, but she's also a sweet girl and she deserves to be treated right.
He very much wanted to treat her right, too.
He enjoyed hearing her moan every time his tongue drifted across her clit. He loved feeling her juices filling the cavity just behind her lips ... he loved smelling her, loved tasting her and he loved, most of all, what she was doing to his cock every time his tongue sent a surge of energy rippling through her nerves.
When it was in her mouth, she would either suck real hard on it, or she would go crazy with her jaws, scraping her teeth over it. Now, Roger didn't usually like having his cock bitten, but the way she did it was so delightful that he couldn't help but go out of his mind. She didn't really bite down hard. Instead, her bottom jaw would start to tremble and shudder, and her teeth would scrape over the surface of his stiff shaft, but never keep their contact longer than a split second. Faster and faster, faster, her jaw quivering harder, she finally just tucked her lips over the edge of her teeth, and began to jerk her head up and down over his cock, sucking as hard as she could all the while.
"Oh, baby," he finally said with an enthusiastic moan, "that's wonderful. I really love it. Don't stop."
"Oh, do you like it? Tell me you like it, Roger. Come on, I want to hear that you really like it"'
"I just told you that I liked it."
"I can't ever hear it enough. What can I tell you ... I'm insecure as hell."
"You shouldn't be. With a mouth 'and a body like you've got, to say nothing of your spirit and enthusiasm, you haven't got a thing that you need to be self-conscious about."
"I know ... " she said, not sounding convinced.
"Look, you had enough self-confidence to seduce me."
"What! Did I seduce you? Really? No shit? I've never seduced anyone in my life."
"Sure you seduced me. You invited me over and made the first moves."
"Are you saying you wouldn't have made any moves on your own?"
"Boy, you really don't have any confidence."
"I told you. Honest, I told you, and you wouldn't believe me."
He laughed.
"You really crack me up, you know that."
"What's so funny. Why are you laughing at me?"
"Because I'm here in bed with you, both of us are naked, I'm having the best time in bed with a woman that I've had in months, and you're saying you don't have any confidence in yourself."
"Is it? Is it really. I mean, is it really the best time you've had in bed with a woman in months?"
"I just said it was," Roger said, getting a little exasperated. "You're going to have to learn to start believing me when I tell you things."
"I know...."
"Listen, I've got something to say to you that you won't need to hear repeated."
"What's that?"
He sat up in the bed and wrapped his arms around her neck. Then he drew her to him, locking his lips over hers, and giving her the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever given anyone in his entire life.
She finally had to break away, just to get her breath.
"Wow, were you ever wrong."
"About what?"
"About not needing to have that repeated. Don't kid yourself, buddy, I won't ever get enough of hearing that."
And she locked her lips onto his again, at the same time picking up his hand and stuffing it between her legs again.
He let his fingers start to slide between her pussy lips, and then he went straight for her hole, spreading her inner lips aside and letting his fingers slide right up inside her.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, "that's great."
"You like that?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? God damn, don't you ever stop."
"Well, I'm going to have to pretty soon."
"What for?"
"Because I've got something much better that belongs up there."
She let her fingers wrap about his cock again, and laughed. "I'll bet you do, big boy," she said, nibbling on his ear.
Finally, he rolled her flat on her back, spread her legs apart, and positioned himself on his knees between her thighs. . He looked down directly into the slit of her pussy.
Even in the dark room, the membranes were slick with juice, shimmering like the surface of a lake in the moonlight.
He could almost see it rippling with the waves of sensation that were coursing through her.
He held his stiff cock in his hand and brought the glans right up to her open slit.
"Touch me," she moaned, her voice a soft whisper. "Please, touch me with it, run it up and down through my pussy. I want to feel it spreading my juices all over the place. Please ... please won't you do as I ask ... I need it so bad."
"You do? You really need this? I'll be damned, you could have fooled me."
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Don't toy with me, Roger Stoddard, I'm still your editor, and if I say you have to rewrite, then rewrite it is. You don't want that, do you?"
"Not fucking hardly," he said, suddenly starting to pinch her nipples.
"Ooooo," she giggled. "Don't hurt me," she said, as he started to pinch a little harder.
"Then don't threaten me, my dear. Instead, make love to me."
"Oh God yes. Yes. Come on, stick it in me. Fuck me. Please fuck me."
He spread her legs, and placing his cock up against her clit, he began to rub in up and down through her slit.
She moaned every time it moved against her hard nerve bud, and as he brought it down over her hole, he placed the head directly in the center of it, just barely letting it touch the rim of her hole. He didn't stick it in though, not yet. Instead, he pulled it back out, rubbed it up and down some more over her clit, then dropped it back down to her hole, this time leaving it in her for a bit longer, and actually pushing it against her.
She was extremely wet, and he felt his shaft begin to slide into her cunt, with almost no resistance whatsoever.
It was a delicious feeling, and he noticed that her body was frozen, her face held rigid as he pushed into her.
Should he go ahead and try for full penetration now? He'd wanted to drag out foreplay longer, but suddenly, his balls took command and directed his hips to jerk forward with a mighty thrust.
That pretty much decided the issue for him right there. Once the head of his cock was buried, there wasn't any way he was going to stop until the whole damn thing was inside her, and even if he'd wanted to pull out, he doubted that she would have let him.
Her legs were wrapped around the small of his back now, clamping him to her like a vise, and they allowed him only enough room to pull back with his hips to let his cock move in and out of her.
But she seemed to have a perfect awareness of just how far his hips could move to keep his cock still buried inside her.
She wasn't going to let him go for anything, that was obvious.
So, he started to push forward, slowly, because the surface of his cock had dried from being in her mouth, and if he'd pushed too hard, it would have started to drag against the soft membranes of her cunt.
Inch by inch, very, very slowly, pressing forward, waiting for her juiced to coat him, pressing forward some more, waiting for the juices to spread evenly over him, in still further, deeper ... deeper ... deeper....
"Oh my God," she said, "I can feel you. You're so big. You're in me so deep. I can feel you pressing against me ... you're going to bust out the bottom if you're not careful."
"Come on," he said, almost tauntingly, "you know that you want nothing more than a big cock."
"Mmmmmmmrnm, you're right ... OH GOD!!! "
He suddenly pulled his cock the entire length of her canal, dragging the mushroom shaped head all the way through her mushy membranes, almost to the point where it fell out.
He held it there, right behind the opening of her cunt hole, letting the flared base rub against the rim of her hole, and its natural tendency to contract and close tightly shut kept the tension high.
She was moaning now, in anticipation of his cock slamming back into her, and he got ready to bury it once again. Shoving his hips forward hard, he did just that, but paused when it was about halfway inside her, holding it in place.
"Oh, keep on, keep it up. Go all the way, please. Bury it all the way in me."
He did, but slowly, moving his cock gently, easily, bit by bit all the way inside her.
"God, it feels good, sooooooo gooooood, I love it, it's wonderful...."
She gasped for breath, she moaned, her hips were constantly in motion.
He began to pull out and thrust back in with a regular rhythm now, still moving his cock the entire length of the inside of her cunt with every thrust.
In, out.
Deeper, deeper, pressing against the elastic membrane at the bottom of her cunt well every stroke.
Harder, harder, with a steadily mounting pace and intensity.
Sweat was coating them now, first as a filmy skin, and then, as they worked harder and harder against each other, as beads that dripped down in between their bodies.
His hips slammed into her.
He felt her pussy juice oozing between his cock and the walls of her cunt, and then flowing outside, smearing over his pubic hair, his balls, smearing across both their thighs.
Again and again he slammed into her, shaking her body with every thrust.
She cried out. She babbled. She moaned. She groaned.
She said "Oh yes . ... " and she said "My GOD!!! " and she called his name, and she dug her fingernails into his back, leaving long parallel streaks that quickly turned a bright red etched across his skin.
But he didn't notice, or if he did, it didn't deter him. If anything, is simply added to the passion that was already charging his balls.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Harder harder harder.
Suddenly, she started to scream, loudly, harsh, shrill animal-like cries, the-likes of which Roger had never heard uttered from a human mouth before in his life.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he finally heard her say.
Finally, he heard her say "I'm coming, I'm coming," but somehow, it didn't come as any surprise.
And then, he wasn't worried about that, or about anything else, for that matter, because his balls finally did what they were made to do, which was to splatter his thoughts like gobs of paper mache splashed against the wall.
like a great wave, he felt a swell building inside him, and like a surfer, he rose up with it, mounting his board at the moment that the wave grew to a peak, and then, as it began to spill over itself, he felt himself riding it, felt himself soaring, floating, felt himself charging towards some distant shore he could scarcely make out the contours of.
"Oh yes," she moaned, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried out again and again and again. Roger slammed his cock into her, deep into her, pounded her cunt with his pole, blasting his cum all through her pussy as he thrust again and again and again.
"More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more," she screamed. "I can't get enough. I want more. Please, give me more. Don't stop don't stop, don't stop."
He kept it up, feeling his balls almost turn inside out as they squeezed more and more cum out of them. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Harder, harder, harder.
She was gasping for breath, she was screaming, she was going out of her mind, and she couldn't stop ramming her hips into him. Her juice was everywhere, filling the tangled mats of their pubic hair like sopping sponges.
Finally, as his cock spurted the last of his come, he felt the mighty waves of orgasmic fury that had been racing through her body subside, Her muscles, all of which had been tense, were now calming down, and relaxing.
He felt his cock, slowly wilting, still ooze a stream of liquid.
"My God," she said, throwing her arms around his neck. "You're fantastic. You really are fantastic."
"You aren't so bad yourself," he told her. "'You have one sweet cunt."
"Yeah. Well I'll tell you what. Why don't you take five, catch your breath, and fuck me again."
"Right away? Just like that, huh?"
"Sure. Unless, of course, you think you might not be able to handle it."
"Take it easy, Jill darling, I think I can handle it fine."
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SIX
"Stay away from me," Suzy cried as Breeze moved closer to her.
"Come her, my little darling, come and press your pretty body up against my own if you'd be so good."
He was grinning like a lobotomized vegetable, still brandishing the knife in his hand, occasionally pouring small piles of cocaine directly onto his tongue.
"Why are you wasting it?" she asked.
"Not a bit? There's enough capillaries in the tongue to absorb twice this much and still have room to taste your sweet little pussy. Now what do you say, darling, are you going to allow me to sample your body the way I allowed you to sample my coke. I'd be highly offended were you to turn me down. It simply wouldn't do."
He continued to move closer, and she screamed.
"Why hurt your throat? No one will hear you. The music's too loud."
She began to whimper, realizing that he was right.
"Now, why don't you just give it up, and relax like a good girl, and I think we might find that we've got a lot in common."
"We don't have anything in common."
"We will."
"Yeah? What?"
"My cock and your cunt are soon to be quite in common. They're going to be so fucking much in common, they'll be sharing the same space."
"Not if I can help it," she said, suddenly lunging out at him with her foot.
He laughed, as he calmly caught it and held onto it, forcing her to hop around on one leg to keep from falling.
She could feel her naked breasts bouncing freely.
"Oh yes, darling, that looks so grand, to be watching your boobies flopping in the breeze like that. Would you be so kind as to keep it up after I set your foot back down?"
He let go of her leg, and she felt tears starting to form in her eyes. Then, without being able to stop, she suddenly started to cry.
"Now, now, now, now," he said, "I ain't that ugly, am I? Come on then, let's get on with it. I have to go on stage pretty soon."
"Let me go. Please, let me go."
"Can't darling. I've taken a liking to you, don't you see."
He was holding the knife out in front of him now, holding it straight for her face, and began to bring the point towards her.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched it approach.
"N-n-n-noooo," she said, stammering. "P-please, stop. I know you're just kidding, but I don't like games that go like this."
"Games?" he asked, a peculiar sound coming over his voice.
He suddenly lunged forward with the knife, literally flinging it right for her eyes.
She gasped and screamed, but he pulled it short, scant inches from her face.
"Games?" he asked again. "I beg your pardon, darling, but I don't play fucking games! You got that? I DON'T PLAY fucking GAMES!!!! "
T-I'm sorry ... honest I-I am...."
Her voice was trembling, and she couldn't make it calm down, no matter how hard she tried.
"Don't move now, and you'll most likely not get hurt," he directed her.
He placed his hand on her face and began to push her backwards, until she was lying on her back on the carpeted floor of the dressing room. It was dirty, and she could feel sand sticking to her naked back.
Her firm breasts were pointed straight upwards, and these now were the focus of his attention.
"Such pretty little things, don't you think," he said, moving the knife right above her right nipple.
The point was aiming right at the brown oval of flesh, and then, as she gasped again, he let the knife drop.
The blade fell directly for her nipple, and the only thing that prevented her getting it cut off was the fact that he was faster than gravity and managed to catch it right before the point was getting ready to puncture her skin.
"You idiot!" she yelled. "You fucking idiot.
Stop this!"
But the point of the knife was still directly above her nipple, and now, he moved it even closer ... and closer still.
She dared not move, hardly even dared to breathe.
The point came even closer ... and now it was touching. It was sharp, indelibly sharp, and she felt it pressing into her nipple.
"Beautiful breasts ... beautiful nipples ... I like them, truly I do."
"Do what, dear? I haven't done anything, or even announced any intentions of doing anything. So what are you talking about?"
"Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
He pushed in even further, and what had simply been a sensation of sharpness, now became a hot burst of pain.
"Ouch!!! " she cried. "Cut it out!! "
"Oh my darling, a poor choice of words there, such a poor choice. However, I'll overlook it. See, I'm not such a brute after all, am I?"
"You're a despicable son of a bitch and a mother-fucker."
"Really? All that? I'm truly amazed. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you some manners."
He brought his knife down to her shorts and calmly cut the button off of them.
Then, he began to unzip them.
She was still too frightened to move, and simply lay there, her body shaking from her sobs of fear and terror.
"My, my, my ... would you look at these pretty, frilly panties. I've never seen such, they're quite lovely, you know. Quite. I particularly like the way you can see right through them. I'm never too bored to study a new gash."
His fingers were inside her shorts and pressing against her slit. She felt a wave of revulsion at his touch, even while her clit was starting to pulse and throb.
"Oh and would you feel this," he exclaimed, touching her clit. "So hard, just like a little prick. Just like my prick, though it's not all that little. Come, darling, let us join in blessed coitus, shall we then?"
He started to tug hard at her shorts now, pulling on them, jerking at the waist until they were halfway down her legs.
Then, deciding that there wasn't much point in resisting any further, and possibly risking a knife wound, or worse, she gave in and helped him pull them off the rest of the way.
That took him by surprise.
"There now, what's this then?"
"You want to fuck, don't you?"
"Well, of course I do, my dear. But don't go being so eager, for you don't yet know what I've got in mind. Do you?"
There was that wild, crazed, demented look in his eye again.
"What do you mean," she asked, and then she looked down at his knife again. No, she thought, he couldn't....
He started to laugh.
Then, he started to move the point of her knife up to her cunt.
She tried to move her hips out of the way, but suddenly he slapped her in the face, hard, and told her, "Don't be struggling with me, darling. I've already spoken of this."
"No ... no, don't ... what are you doing ... stop this!!! "
"Easy now," he said, bringing the point of his blade right down to her clit.
She could almost feel the cold steel pressing against her before it actually did so.
He was very, very careful, however, she had to grant him that.
He pulled her lips apart, and then, holding the knife like he was writing a letter, he brought the tip right up to her clit.
"No ... " she moaned, holding her breath. She felt a mindless terror seize all her muscles, refusing to let go.
He touched her!
But it was very lightly, almost not touching at all. He scraped the point over her clit, and then he repeated the movement.
She was shaking, her stomach felt like an empty pit, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it. No matter how hard she tried, she could not still the blind fear that had hold of her gut.
"Now, my sweet little girl, I want you to relax for me, and I want you to get very calm. Don't go making a lot of sudden jerking movements, or both of us will have good cause to be regretful, do you understand."
"W-w-what are you going to do to me?"
"Who, me? I'm not going to do anything. Much."
He kept scraping the tip of his blade over her clit, and despite her fear, she felt it responding, felt it starting to quiver and shake, felt her body begin to go crazy.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " she heard herself saying, as if it was someone else.
"Ah, so you like this, do you? So glad to see it."
Then, he stopped. She felt nothing for a moment, and then, when she looked down at her crotch to see what he was doing, she gasped.
He was aiming his knife directly at her pussy, bringing the point between her wet lips, moving very carefully, but that didn't matter. She had never been so scared in her life.
"Now come on my pretty little lady, don't be moving around," he said softly, almost whispering. "Just lie there nice and still, and we'll both feel a lot better. Nice and still ... nice and still...."
He was speaking in a quiet, sing-song kind of voice, but it did nothing to ease Suzy's fear.
"Please, don't do this."
"Uh-uh ... don't move. You'll regret it."
She felt the sides of the blade now, felt them as her pussy was closing around it. That sharp edge ... it would slice through the membranes of her cunt like a knife through soft butter.
She felt a quivering start up again in her stomach, and was suddenly seized ba mad desire to simply flee. But she knew that he wouldn't tolerate it. He was deranged and a lunatic.
"Deeper now," he said, and she felt the blade begin to pass through her hole. Her inner lips were pressed together, and he had to spread open her outer lips to make sure that he could see what he was doing.
"Help me out, would you dear?" he asked.
He made her place her hands on either side of her vaginal lips, and then told her to open herself up, unless she wanted him to do it in a far more unsavory manner.
She spread them. Wide.
"Ah, yes ... now I can see where I'm going."
She could feel the blade enter the inner reaches of her pussy now, probing with metallic certainty the fleshy, wet tissues that would much rather have felt a cock passing between them.
She looked up into his eyes, and felt there an intensity that she found quite unnerving.
He was smiling, grinning bizarrely at her. It struck her that way mainly because he was doing such an awful thing to her, and yet could look and act and talk so normally.
"P-please ... be careful ... " she said.
"Why darling ... of course I'll be careful ... you don't think I'd want to hurt you do you? Not when you're enjoying this so much."
She was going to protest, but she knew t at it was foolish. He'd seen through her surface fear and revulsion, and somehow understood, that for all her anguish, there was, at her center, a twisted streak that found this to be an exciting experience indeed.
The feeling of the cold metal, the reality of the danger ... the risk....
All these worked on her mind, and the end result must have been obvious, because he spoke with a certainty.
"You love it, don't you doll? Come on, talk to me. Tell me that I'm right. Don't you love it?"
"Ouch," she said as he pinched her nipples.
"Come on, just admit it. That's all I want."
He pinched them again. By now, his blade was fully three inches inside her pussy. If she jerked reflexively, she would slice right through her inner membranes, and in all probability bleed to death.
So, she simply had to lie there, and not move, even though he was starting to hurt her breasts.
"Yes," she finally said, "Yes. I like it. Now, will you stop?'.
"No darling, I won't," he said, and continued to pinch her nipples.
"Why are you doing this? You know, I'd have been glad to fuck you if you'd just behaved like a normal person."
"That's the problem. I'm not normal. I try, but it just never works out. I really wish I was like the other boys and girls. When I was a wee sprout, I used to know that I was different. The other children pulled wings off of insects ... I pulled the tails off of puppies."
"That's awful. Are you lying."
"Well of course I'm lying. What'd you think, that I'm sick or something?"
"Well, now that you mention it...."
"Watch it," he cautioned, pinching her nipples again.
"I wish you'd stop that and just remove that terrible thing from inside me, and go ahead and make love to me. You know, I'd like that an awful lot. Truly I would."
"Really?"
And then, to her surprise, he did just that. Taking great care not to get it off center, he pulled his blade out the way that he'd put it in. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Tell me, do you have a very tight ass-hole?"
Her heart lept into her throat.
"You wouldn't!!! "
"Oh ... all right. I guess I wouldn't. You take all the fun out of being a bastard, you know."
"Do I? I certainly hope so."
"Well, you know, you aren't supposed to enjoy it. You're supposed to cry and shed many tears, and beg for mercy and all that."
"I guess I'm just not a very good victim."
His fingers went to her cunt and he started to slide them in between her lips.
"Wet, are you. I guess that blade got you pretty hot, then?"
"I don't know ... but I'll bet you can get me a lot hotter."
"Oh, I'm certain of it."
"Come on," she said, "do it to me. Fuck me."
"I'm getting to it. Don't rush me."
She started to laugh. "I'll bet you can't get it up, can you? I'll bet that's why you keep going through all this foolishness and nonsense. Sticking knives up cunts, and acting like you're crazy."
"I am crazy," he exclaimed indignantly.
"You're no crazier than I am."
"So? You enjoyed having a knife up your twat. That's pretty fucking crazy, wouldn't you say?"
"It would be so much better if you'd just slip your cock up into me."
"I see. Getting a bit hot and bothered, are you?"
She started to answer, but suddenly, he cocked his head. "Listen."
"What? I don't hear anything."
"I know. My point exactly. There's no band playing. That means that we'll be going on next. If we're going to do this, we should get down to cases."
"I've been asking you to get to it."
He stood up.
"And now," he intoned solemnly, "the cock that can't get hard!!! '
He dropped his pants, and Suzy was forced to gasp, so enormous was his organ, to say nothing of being totally, fully, completely, and awesomely erect.
There were thick blue veins running up and down the sides of the shaft, twisting all around the circumference like vines climbing up a tree trunk.
"Oh my God," she moaned, "why didn't you get around to this a lot sooner, instead of playing those dipshit games with that stupid knife."
"I think you're insulting my style. Look, you have your foreplay, I have mine."
"All right, all right. Foreplay's over. This is the main course, and I'm hungry."
"Now that you mention it, so am I"
He virtually fell on her, and she felt the enormous glans pressing against her pussy, spreading her lips apart.
"Just a second," she said, sitting up, grasping hold of it and bringing her mouth down to it. It was so big that she couldn't get it all into her mouth in the position that she was in, but it didn't matter. She mainly wanted to lubricate the head to make it slide into her without scraping. Something that big was going to exert a lot of pressure against the sides of her cunt, and even if she used crankcase oil, the friction was going to be intense.
No sense in opening herself up to cockburns though, not if she could help it.
She let a large gob of saliva pass between her lips, and it fell with a splat right onto the center of his glans.
Then she worked it all over the surface with the tip of her tongue, let some more fall on her, and worked that in also.
"Now," she said, and scooted back to her original position.
He placed his cock once more at the opening to her pussy, and began to press.
"I don't believe it!" she said with a moan when she realized how much it was going to truly stretch her.
"Believe it, darling. I have to live with it. The least you can do is believe it."
He thrust his hips forward and the pain that shot through her was so violent and mind numbing, she thought that she'd have almost preferred the knife to this. What did it matter, she thought, she was going to wind up split in half anyway.
He jammed into her again.
"Hey, ease up, will you London. My God! You're going to kill me."
"There's no point in going slow. When you're dealing with something this big, the only way to do it is all at once. You know, like jumping into a freshwater spring or tearing off a band-aid."
"Great imagery," she muttered, and then, realizing that he was right, she took a deep breath and slammed her hips up into his cock, feeling it drive like a railroad spike, like a battering ram, right through her.
She let out a loud groan.
"There you go," Breeze said cheerfully. "You've got the right idea."
"What I've got is a giant redwood between my legs, but I can't say I didn't ask for it. Come on, London, pound me harder. I want it now. I'm not going to give up."
He did as she suggested, and suddenly, she felt his pubic hair pressing against her own, and felt the glans of his cock pressing hard against the bottom wall of her cunt.
"Oh, yes. That's fantastic. I can't believe it."
"Come on now, you're pretty tight yourself."
"Well, I guess we've just got ourselves a mutual admiration society, don't we."
He didn't bother to answer, and was already pulling his cock out of her cunt, getting ready for the next slam thrust.
"Oh no, no, wait a minute please. Don't do anything just yet. I need to get used to you first."
"You will."
Paying her no heed, he pulled all the way out of her.
"Oh no," she moaned, and tensed for the onslaught that she knew was coming.
He pressed the head of his cock against her cunt and started the entire process all over again.
"Ow ... that hurts. It hurts too much. Really. I can't do it."
"Sure you can," he said, plowing on through her body.
She felt her tissues stretching in a way that they'd never done before. There had been several cocks up her cunt already in her short sexual career, but never one this large, and she could feel every single inch of difference, with each move that he made inside her.
But slowly, her juices began to ease the friction, so that soon, she was still feeling the pain of being stretched further than she was used to being stretched, but at least the sandpaper effect of his dry cock skin was easy.
In fact, she was oozing so much juice that soon he was virtually slipping in and out of her.
In and out.
In and out.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "That's fine. It's just grand. Harder. Oh, please, do it harder. Please do it harder to me."
"I'm working on it," he said, looking just a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong."
"Um ... nothing...."
"Come on, tell me what's wrong."
"I ... just don't want to pop yet."
"Pop ... oh! You mean shoot off."
"Yeah."
"Look, as large as this is, and as hard as it is, it's going to take two years for it to deflate under the worst of circumstances. Just start fucking me, and don't worry about it."
And so, he took her advice, and began to pick up speed.
Deeper and deeper, pulling the thing almost all the way out of her with every stroke, harder and harder, slapping his hips against hers, the increasing layer of sweat and cunt juice that was smearing across their thighs making louder and louder and sharper cracking sounds.
Again and again he rolled his hips back and piled his long pole back into her, splitting her wide, opening her body, exposing her soul.
When, at last, she came, she'd already been driven well beyond the bounds of reason and sanity. She was virtually mindless when the orgasmic blast finally tore through her, like a primal wind welling up-out of the dim and dark regions of her body and mind.
She gripped his body with her arms and his cock with the walls of her cunt, but beyond that, she could do nothing except hold on for the ride.
And an intense ride it was.
She thought of roller coasters, felt the peaks, the sickening plunges, the swooping curves, the bone wrenching shifts in direction ... and then, as she approached her own peak, she saw the car leap from the track, shoot out into the air above the crowd, defying gravity ... floating....
That's where she was when she became aware of a constant pounding.
"What's that," she finally asked.
"Someone's trying to get in."
"Really? Awfully rude of them, don't you think?"
"Hey, get to it in there, and unlock this door. You, Breeze. Come on now. We've got to be playing."
"Oh shit," said Breeze, sitting up. "I forgot. We've got a gig tonight."
"I feel like I've just been gigged."
He looked at her. "What are you, an alligator?"
"No ... but I sure like your snake."
"Yeah, yeah, later darling. I've got to go be a musical genius for a bunch of drugged out crazies."
"Isn't that what you are?"
"Usually. But I haven't had time tonight. I've been too busy sticking it to you."
"Which is better."
He kissed her.
"Please darling, don't ask me to make a choice like that. It simply isn't fair."
And then, he was gone, leaving her lying naked on the dirty rug, wondering how it had all happened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Soon, she heard the band strike up. It wasn't exactly music that they were playing, but she could see how it could pass for a reasonable facsimile. Staring upwards, she realized that Breeze had left the bottle of coke on the counter.
Hot damn, she thought, and tried to sit up.
To her surprise, she was weak. She must have exerted herself more than she realized.
It took her several minutes to regain her bearings enough to get organized. She'd been worked over well, and she was just coming to realize that.
Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door.
My God, I'm naked, she thought, and called out "Just a minute."
Then the knock came again, even fainter this time, and she thought she heard someone call her name.
Cindi!
She realized all at once just how disoriented she must have been, for she'd completely forgotten about her sister.
She quickly ran to the door, oblivious now of the fact that she was naked and opened it. What she saw sickened her.
Cindi staggered into the room, her fur coat wrapped around her.
Her faced was badly bruised and there were cuts on her arms.
"Cindi, are you all right?"
"What's it look like?" she answered.
Suzy was relieved to hear the edge in her voice. However badly she might be hurt, she was still able to get angry, which was all that it took, as far as Suzy was concerned, to be totally normal.
"Come on over here and sit down," she said, helping her sister into a chair. "What happened?"
"The bastards ... they raped me, all of them...."
"Who? The guy that was with Breeze."
"Who's Breeze?" she asked, still short of breath.
"The guy that looked like a rooster."
"Oh yeah ... him. You mean the one with the Mohawk cut? Nah, he split, and I don't know where he went. At least I think he did. But he turned me over to all these roadies."
"You're kidding?"
She shook her head, and then, she opened her coat.
Suzy gasped.
"I don't believe it. My God, we're getting you to a doctor."
"I'm all right. At least I think I'm all right. They didn't hit me too hard."
"You couldn't prove it by looking at your body...."
"Yeah, well they just did it so much, is the thing."
"What'd they do with your clothes."
"I guess they ate them. That's the kind of animals they were."
Then Cindi noticed her sister's condition.
"Uh ... speaking of clothes...."
"Hmmm ... oh! Yeah, I forgot," she said sheepishly. "I kind of got involved."
"I can tell."
"I thought I had it bad. All he did was fuck me with a knife."
"What."
"I'll tell you about it later."
"You'll tell me about it right now. Maybe we should get you to a doctor."
"No, I'm all right, really. He did it with class."
Cindi stared at her sister like she'd taken total leave of her senses. "Let's just get out of here," Suzy then said.
"No. I want revenge on those bastards."
"How do you propose to do that? You don't have any clothes on, and your body's battered and bruised. I say let's get the fuck out of here."
"I want to get even with them."
"How?"
"Don't keep shooting me down ... think of something."
She reached around and picked up the bottle of coke. "Well, aside from snorting up the rest of this coke, I really don't know what we can do."
Cindi stared at the bottle, her eyes growing wide. "Well, that's a start."
"All right, I'll cut out a few lines."
And while their brains sizzled into high gear and then roared on into overdrive, they plotted. And then, they began to laugh.
"Roger," said Jill, "what do you say we go dancing."
Roger was stuffing the last of Jill's eggplant parmesan into his mouth.
"Hey, that's great, Jill. A very innovative torture. You make me obese with your cooking, and then you make me dance till I throw up or die. Very good."
"What did you think, we were just going to hop back into bed and start fucking again?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, it had occurred to me."
She gave him a kiss as she took his plate away.
"Me too, honey, but I just got to thinking that it would be nice to go dancing."
T don't think I remember how to dance."
"Nonsense. It's like riding a bicycle. You never forget."
"I never learned."
"You're kidding."
"Well, not very well. I just kind of moved around, but I always felt stupid."
"So, that's all you do today."
"What, feel stupid."
"No, stupid ... you just move around."
"I'll move around in you if you let me fuck you again."
"Hmmmm ... you drive a hard bargain."
"You don't know the half of it."
"I know some of it. I know a lot of it, if you want the truth. My clit's still tingling."
"A mere taste of feasts yet to come."
"Great. But first I want to go dancing."
"I think this is where I came in."
"Please...."
"Where do you want to go dancing."
"There's a great new rock club that just opened up."
"You mean that New Wave place I read about?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I'm too old. I'll feel like a dinosaur."
"Nonesense. You'll look fine. Just wear a coat and a tie, and muss up your hair ... better yet, use Brylcream on it."
"What! I haven't used that since 1955."
"It's the rage. You be glad you came back. Come on, I'm gonna make a punk out of you yet."
"Can't we just make love."
"Later."
"I won't have time later."
She looked hurt. "How come?"
"I've got to get home."
"Oh yeah ... gee. I was kind of hoping you'd stick around here. You know, like spend the night."
Roger marveled at her openness.
"Where were you in the days when I was getting turned down by every girl I met?"
"Turning down nice guys like you, the same as all the other girls I knew. It takes a while before we catch on."
"I'm flattered, but I still need to get home."
"Why."
"I've got to check on my girls."
Silence.
"What girls?"
"Holy shit! That's right. I never told you, did I?"
"What girls?"
He realized that suddenly she was advancing on him, looking a little like her Genghis Khan instincts were rising to the surface.
"Roger Stoddard, if you've got children you never told me about I'm going to cut your cock off."
He started to laugh, and realized that she wasn't laughing with him.
"Look, I've got children I didn't even know about."
"What!? "
"They're my nieces, and they came to live with me last week."
"No shit?" Her relief was evident. "Really."
He briefly told her the situation.
"And you just let them take off and go out on the town?"
"Well, they're big girls. They can take care of themselves."
"Roger, they're sixteen! I'm not sure, but I think you can be put in jail for that."
"Nonsense."
"Well look, why don't you call home and find out if they're there, and if not, then you can take me dancing, and you can keep checking up on them until they are there. How's that sound."
"Like I'm going dancing against my will."
"Smart boy."
She gave him a big kiss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on," Suzy said to her sister, "you want to get even with them, don't you?" Cindi held back.
"Look, I just want to leave. Can we just split?"
"Yeah, but the only way we're going to get out of here is to walk downstairs and sneak backstage. Which means we're going to have to move past the roadies anyway. So why don't we just tough it out?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, look, they don't have any idea that we're twins, do they?"
"I don't know. I don't think the Mohican told them anything. He just called out 'Hey, any of you guys want a little slit' and they all just piled on top of me and he split."
"The mother fucker. I'd like to cut all their balls off."
"Maybe we'll get a chance. Did that guy really stick a knife up you?"-
"Sure did. I was never so scared in my life."
"Funny, you didn't look all that shaken when I saw you."
"What are you getting at?"
She looked a little dejected.
"I think the same thing that's getting to me."
"Which is?"
"I kind of liked it."
Suzy stared wide-eyed at her sister.
"What are you talking about?"
"When they were ... when they were gang raping me like that ... there was always one guy holding my arms and another one holding my legs ... but the weird thing is that didn't really struggle. I kind of liked it."
Suzy said nothing and Cindi could tell she was deep in thought.
T think I kind of know what you mean?" she said at last.
"It's a little frightening, you know?"
"I know. I'm not sure what to make of it. I never thought that I was the kind of person that liked to get beat up or anything. I sure don't like thinking about it now."
Suzy frowned. "Me neither. But you know, when he was putting that blade up me, I was afraid to move ... and he was talking so calmly to me ... I don't know, it was almost like I didn't have any choice myself ... you know?"
Cindi nodded.
"It was like they were taking away my need to resist. It's like I didn't have any choice. So there wasn't any need to fight. No matter what happened, it wouldn't have been my fault."
"Yeah ... " Suzy frowned again. "I've never thought about that before, you know? I mean, I've always just fucked people, and just let it go at that, but I've never thought about any ... I don't know ... moral implications or anything."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
' I still want to cut those bastards' balls off."
"I'm with you."
They crept down the stairs ... all the while feeling their eardrums pounding and throbbing from the heavy thud of the music blasting through the thin walls.
"I'm amazed this place doesn't just crumble from all the constant vibrations," Suzy said.
"What'd you say?" called Cindi. "I can't hear you."
"Never mind," said Suzy, noticing that they had reached the bottom of the rickety stairwell.
Ahead was an open space, and as she peered around the edge of the wall, she could see several swarthy types lounging atop the large crates in which all the equipment was to be packed after the show.
The smell of pot hung heavily in the air.
Suzy took a deep breath. "I don't know if this is even worth the effort," she said, but I think we might be able to fuck them up."
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, look, next to where they're sitting ... there's a stack of boxes that's easily fifteen feet high. Now, I don't know what's in them, but it doesn't matter. If they tumble, it'll mean pandemonium for at least a few seconds. That'll be long enough to pull those switches over there."
"What'll that do?"
"Well I don't know, but I have a pretty good feeling that it'll turn the lights out."
"Again, what good'll that do? It'll just mean that we'll be trapped back here with a bunch of creeps."
Suzy started to say something, when a voice came from behind her. "Creeps, are we?"
Both girls screamed, and quickly turned around. There stood a large guy in tight leather pants, and no shirt. He was wearing a necklace of human teeth, and wore a pair of pliers in a small holster on his hip.
In a time span of roughly two seconds, Suzy managed to take all this in.
This dude's running one fuck of a trip on someone, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, she suspected that someone to be her, and she feared the trip would be all too real.
He reached out with both arms and clamped each of his mammoth, calloused hands around the girls' delicate throats.
They began to scream, but the sounds were quickly choked off by the pressure of his fingers. He began to laugh cruelly, and then he dragged them around the corner of the wall "Hey mates," he called out, "I went and cloned the bitch, and now they're both hot to trot."
Suzy craned her neck around and saw about seven or eight guys standing there, leering at them. She felt a pit opening up in her stomach. But, to her confusion, to say nothing of her dismay, she also felt, down between her thighs, amid the dark, musky swamp of her pubic hair and her soft, pliant wet flesh, a fierce tingling start up in her clit. Soon, the sensations spread to her thighs, to her breasts, her hardening nipples, and finally, to her brain, and the entire surface of her body, so that, as the first hand grabbed at her and began to roughly remove her clothing, she wanted to scream, but no longer had either the strength, or the will. Instead, she began to moan. Loudly.
"We're going in there?" Roger asked, standing outside the club. "Of course we are."
"Jill, I can hear the music out here in the street, and the doors are closed. What's it going to be like in there?"
"It's going to be loud."
"My point exactly. Loud. As in ear-drum splitting loud. I'll go deaf."
"So? You don't need your hearing at the typewriter. What are you worried about?"
"What do you mean, what am I worried about? For one thing, I'm worried about you, for even asking a question like that. Are you mad?"
Jill started to laugh at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you get indignant."
"Cute! Cute!!! Jill...."
But his voice faltered as she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.
Then she said, "Now, Roger, will you please stop this mindless arguing, which is getting us no place at all, and take me inside? I want to dance. And I want to dance with you."
He grumbled, frowned, then grinned, and meekly followed her inside, feeling himself get a little tense as he passed through the doors, stepping into a world that he hadn't seen since college when someone slipped him a tab of acid. He called out to Jill, but realized that it was futile. They wouldn't be saying much to each other for the rest of the evening, he assumed. Not unless that music stopped.
Suzy felt the heavily insulated guitar chords tighten around her wrists.
"That's good," a voice behind her said ... a male voice with an English accent. "Make sure those legs can't move. I don't imagine getting me pills cracked."
There was loud laughter at that. "Aw, get on now, you haven't got any to speak of. At least that's what. Your ex-old lady used to tell me when I'd pole her."
More loud laughter.
"That's the last thing that's true," the first voice said. She was fucking you because she got tired of my big dong and needed a half-sized model for a little rest."
More loud laughter.
Suzy looked over to her right and saw Cindi, as naked as she was, suspended from one of the rough hewn wooden beams that made up the backstage area.
The music outside was growing louder, gaining an intensity that Suzy was starting to find unbearable. How these guys lived around it, night after night, was something she couldn't understand.
She too was hanging from one of the beams, her arms stretched painfully upwards, her legs opened wide, each ankle bound with a guitar cord to a supporting anchor.
They seemed to be in now hurry.
"What do you think we ought to do with them, Clyde?"
"I dunno ... I kind of like what we did with this one last time."
"Yeah, but look at her. She's got a used look about her, you know. This one's much fresher and newer in her look."
"That's 'cause we ain't raped her yet, you blooming twit."
"Hey now, who you calling a twit?"
"Well it ain't me mother, is it?"
Suzy watched and listened, remaining silent, pulling from time to time on her bonds, but mostly as a test, making sure that she would not be able to break them. She wasn't quite prepared yet to come to terms with the fact, but at that particular moment, the last thing she wanted to do was to break free of her bonds. For one thing, she was afraid that if she did, they'd be much more violent with her, and she didn't actually want to be damaged or injured.
But ... and this was coming to seem stranger and stranger to her ... she did want to get raped.
She swung from the rafters, pulling at the cords, and all the while feeling a steadily mounting tension building between her legs.
She could feel a coolness on her inner thighs and knew that her pussy was secreting juices, moist, thick juices, and that they were flowing down her legs, coating the surface of her skin, and as they evaporated, they cooled it.
Ironic, that the products of her increasing heat would produce such a cooling response.
"My God," said one of them, stepping up to Suzy and running her fingers up through her slit.
"What's the problem," asked another, "ain't you ever felt one of those before?"
"Yeah, I felt her sister's just a half hour ago, but it wasn't this wet. This one's on fire, and I do believe she's on fire for me."
"Really? Well then, I think you ought to go ahead and bring up your big hose and just squirt that fire till it's out, don't you think?"
"I dunno ... she's got a pretty big blaze going here," he said, letting his fingers press up into her pussy itself, pressing aside the elastic, rubbery walls that had grown so wet and slippery.
Suzy moaned, and began to roll her hips. She hated them, hated everything about them, and yet she welcomed the feel of those probing, intruding fingers pressing up into her cunt, violating her, opening her up, abusing her....
"See there, I told you ... she's hot for it."
Another punk stepped up to the guy who was so busily probing Suzy's cunt.
"Look mate, if yer just going to stand there and feel the merchandise, why don't you get your ass out of the way. I'd prefer to use the thing the way it was meant to be used."
Suzy stared at his crotch and saw that there was an enormous bulge lurking there, a throbbing, pulsing cock that seemed aching to burst out of its restraining jeans.
But the first guy wasn't about to relinquish his place in line. "All right then, said the other, "but get on with it, would you? You've got a hot pussy there. It's time you fucked it."
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, thought Suzy to herself, feeling more and more unchained with every passing second. Her reasoning processes were virtually non-existent now, and she was having a difficult time simply keeping herself under control. There was a heat in her, and it was focusing more and more sharply right at the tip edge of her hard, swollen clitoris. She needed to feel it being touched, she needed to feel the surface of a hard cock driving into her hole, stretching her membranes, and massaging that clit in the process.
"Get with it," someone else yelled, all of them growing quite surly by now, and then, as Suzy held her breath, she saw the guy's cock pop into view.
It wasn't as large as she suspected the other guy's to be, but there was no doubt that it was hard, swollen, and that it was just aching for a hot cunt. She didn't mind starting out a little easy and then working her way on up.
He stepped up to her, and placed his hands over her breasts.
"Hello, darling. Don't you have a big kiss for me?"
She stared him right in the face, and then, the conflicting emotions that were tearing her apart, produced a reaction that ran against everything she'd been feeling. She spat in his face.
"Why you-" he said, gripping tightly onto her nipples and starting to squeeze.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " moaned Suzy, feeling the pain shoot back through the thick mounds of her breasts, and sensitizing the nerve endings that were racing all through her body.
"Darling," he said, "don't ever do something like that to me again. You'll truly regret it."
He clamped his thumb and forefinger even more tightly around her nipples, pressing in sharply, pinching them until they were nearly flat.
"Oh my God, oh my God!!!! " she started to scream, but then he yelled "No noise then!!!! " and slapped her hard across the cheek.
"There you are," said one of the others standing by and watching, "Irving's doing a fine job on the slut."
"Yeah, but I wish he'd do as fine a job on her slit," said another voice. Suzy was having trouble telling them apart. They were all starting to blend into one single voice ... one single attacker ... one rapist ... one lover....
She felt something new at her cunt lips now, felt her flesh being pressed aside, felt her slip opening, felt pressure at her hole....
He was pressing his cock into her, pressing and shoving and jamming his hips up into her.
Her pussy was wet, both from her juice and from the load of cum that Breeze had already deposited in her.
She glanced over at her sister, and saw, to her surprise, a look that struck her as similar to the feelings that were going through her own head. She had her eyes closed, and she grimaced from time to time when someone rubbed one of her sores, but she too was starting to roll her hips, almost as an unconscious reflex to the stimulation, not the kind of thing she would have done, if she'd had control over it ... but like Suzy, it was out of her control now ... and she seemed to prefer it that way.
There were several men standing around Cindi, two of them with their hands up her slit, spreading the lips wide and each jamming as many fingers up into her hole as they could.
Suzy could hear Cindi moan in pain from time to time, but she made no protest, said nothing, in fact that might suggest that she was experiencing any true discomfort.
She looked up into the eyes of the man they'd called Irving. (What an unlikely name, she thought to herself, for a rapist). She could feel his breath hot on her cheek, and feel the stubble from his chin scraping over her delicate skin.
He pushed incessantly with his cock, shoving that enormous glans harder and harder up into her inner chamber, where it seemed a large reservoir of passion juice had gathered, and now, like a boil that was lanced, his cock opened the floodgates and she could feel it slurping up into her as her juices spilled back down, all over his cock and his balls, soaking his tangled mat of kinky pubic hair, as well as her own.
The sudden release of so much juice lubricated his cock fully, and allowed it to go smashing all the way up inside her.
She felt the base pressing up against her hole, but his glans wasn't pressing against her back wall as she'd have liked.
But no matter. The most highly sensitized areas were getting all the stimulation that they needed, with his cock starting to slide in and out of her hole.
She was still fairly tight, and her hole closed hard around his cock, the entire circumference of her hole gripping the surface of his shaft, and as he pulled his hips back she felt every centimeter of him scraping over her, rubbing her, arousing her even more.
Her clit quivered in the hidden folds of flesh at the top of her pink slit.
As he pulled back with his cock, the membranes were stretched, and the stretching movement rubbed the tissues over her clit, and rubbed all the membranes in the surrounding area together.
It was like small, powerful electrodes had been inserted between her legs.
She felt blasts start to pop off inside her, felt flames begin to leap higher and higher, felt her juices flow, felt them pour out of her lips and slosh around the shaft of his cock....
She started to moan.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
"Hey, blokes. She can't stand it. What do you think about that?"
"I think that, if she can't stand this, we ought to give her something that'll make this look tame." There was a general chorus of agreement, and the first man that had discovered them, the one called Clyde stepped up next to Irving.
"Well, my little sweetie, I think I've got something that you'll like just as much as living's cock here."
There was more laughter as he dropped his pants, and Suzy gasped in horror.
He had a cock that under normal circumstances should have qualified him as a handicapped person. How in the world did he walk, she wondered, with such a massive piece of meat between his legs. She'd have thought he'd get tangled up in it.
"Are you going to stick that thing up me?" she asked.
"You guessed it, sweetheart, only I'd certainly hate to disturb old Irving here from doing such a fine job of fucking you the way he is. So I just think I'll mosey on around behind you, like this...."
Suzy suddenly realized what he had in mind, and then she really did start to scream.
The music from out on the stage was dissolving now into loud, incoherent noise, as if the entire structure of western music itself was under attack, the civilized world falling prey to the Vandal hoards pillaging Europe.
She screamed all the louder, knowing that she'd never be heard in any event. Suddenly, she cursed the bonds at her wrists and her ankles, cursed herself for being so docile about submitting to this treatment, cursed the lot of them, and cursed her Uncle Roger for letting them out in the first place.
She felt his cock starting to play around at the crack between her cheeks, began to press into the space, began to spread her cheeks....
Then she felt it at her ass-hole.
It was hard, it was huge, and the tight, brown, puckered ring of muscle was apparently unyielding.
She started to feel intense, sharp pains shooting out from her ass, growing more and more intense as he pushed all the harder at her.
Irving was still slurping in and out of her juicy cunt, and she wished for some of that cunt juice now to be at her ass-hole.
"Please," she begged, "it's so dry ... so hard to get in. It's too tight. Please wet it."
Clyde laughed. "Wet it, she says ... who does she think, she is. My God, we're raping her and she wants us to have a little consideration."
"You're going to kill me." she protested.
"No we ain't. We're just going to mess you up real bad."
More loud laughter.
"Please, please," she begged, her voice trembling.
She'd just felt the head of his cock press a little ways into her ass-hole, but mostly it was just stretching her membranes, and pulling against them.
She feared that she'd just be torn in half.
"Onh, it hurts, it hurts ... IT HURTS!!! "
"Hey then," said a voice, "maybe you'd best pay attention to her. You don't want no trouble, do you?"
"What do you mean trouble?" asked Clyde. "She's a woman, right? So what the devil could she do to us?"
"Come on, Clyde, it ain't going to hurt you now, is it? I mean, you could damage yourself, if you're too dry. You don't want to go tearing your foreskin off, do you?"
She felt Clyde jerk against her.
"What do you mean, tear it?"
"Well, come on. Figure it out yourself. You can tear her ... so surely you can tear yourself."
"Aw, go on then. You're just trying to scare me," he responded, giving his cock a hard shove, which served the purpose of getting it buried further into her than it had been yet.
It also yanked horribly at her pussy lips. She could only assume that it also must have pulled equally as hard on his cock.
The first thing he did was to cry out.
"Ow!!! My God, it bit me. She bit me!!! "
"Come on, who are you kidding? Assholes don't bite. Cunt's don't even bite. Although rumor has it they used to."
"Well, I'm telling you, the damn thing hurt, really it did."
"So do what she said. Wet yourself down."
Clyde said to Irving, "Pull out a second, you nurd. Pull out I say, and give me some room to maneuver."
"Hey now, I was here first."
He kept his cock firmly buried in her cunt, and in fact, he pressed it in even harder than it had been in her before, as if trying to dig in and hold fast.
"Just for a second, that's all I need. Then you can have her back."
"The hell you say. You won't let me stick it back in."
"Sure I will. Come on, you heard the argument. I need to wet me wick."
"Not here you don't. Spit on it if you must. Or go next door and dip it in hers," he said, pointing to Cindi.
"Don't be ridiculous.
"I'm tired to talking now!"
And as he said this, he started to jam his cock into her anyway, oblivious to the cock that was already there.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," she cried, begging, "don't do it. Please don't do it. I can't take it!!! "
"Guess you're going to have to, sweetheart. Now, why don't you be a good little girl, and spread those beautiful things for us?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," she screamed, begging for mercy.
There was no mercy forthcoming, however.
Only another cock, pressing into her pussy with relentless determination.
"Please ... don't do this ... please don't do this...."
"Shut up, you asked for this, and now, this is simply the exact thing you wanted. So shut up, how about it."
She felt him pressing further into her, felt the glans as it squeezed in between her hole and Irving's cock.
The sensation of stretching was becoming more and more pronounced.
"Oh my God! No, no, God it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I can't stand it!!! "
"Sure you can," Clyde said, laughing at her.
Irving wasn't acting like he was all that thrilled with the situation either, but he wisely made no comment. He knew when someone was bigger than him.
Finally Suzy felt both cocks up inside her.
She was afraid that if she even breathed too hard her pussy hole would split right in half, literally ripping up the length of her body. It felt like a major seam was just about to go. . Then, Clyde pulled back out, mercifully, but the respite was short lived. She felt his now slick cock pressing against her tightly clenched ass-hole once more, and this time, it was clear that she was going to have to allow him to gain entrance.
Irving's cock, having her cunt all to itself once more, was sloshing in and out with a carefree abandon, but ever time he thrust forward, he pushed her hips along with him, and suddenly Clyde yelled out, loudly, "Hey, ass-hole!!! Hold up a moment. I can't get my aim right."
"So what else is new? You can't aim when you take a piss either."
"Hey mate, don't be giving me any shit now. I might have to turn you all over the place."
"Don't frighten me too much, I'll lose me boner, you know. And that would be a true tragedy."
Clyde was obviously getting upset greatly by Irving's taunting, because suddenly he jammed his hips forward in an violent jolting lurch that left Suzy gasping for breath.
"My goodness," she moaned.
"Yeah, that's exactly what it is ... except I don't know how fucking good it is any more."
More loud laughter.
"Hey, Irving," yelled one of the others, "hurry up and blow your load, so the rest of us can have a crack at that crack."
More laughter.
"You're all pretty crude, you know that?" Irving said, but Suzy felt the speed of his thrusts increase as he felt more pressure from the others.
In and out, in and out.
Harder and harder.
She began to moan and groan, and then, as Clyde's cock began to press all the way into her and she felt her ass-hole finally opening to receive him, she began to cry out in pain, her thin membranes between them.
They were thrusting with greater and greater force, Clyde starting out his fuck almost at a Grand Gallop, while Irving simply thrust harder and harder, trying to coax his balls into orgasm.
Suzy looked over to the side and saw that Cindi was getting it in both ends too. In addition, there was a stack of crates right next to her, and the rest of them were taking turns climbing up, holding their cocks over her head, and beating off into her hair.
Suzy stared as one cock, being so manipulated at that very moment, erupted into a torrent of thick, sticky, white cum that came splurting out of the glans and splashed all over her hair, dripping finally down her face.
She could hardly see, there was so much cum already in her eyes.
Thick, heavy gobs of it oozed down her cheeks.
As some approached her lips, Suzy saw her tongue appear and lick it up.
My God! she thought in shock. It wasn't her imagination. Cindi was enjoying this treatment. And from the looks of things, even more than Suzy was. Suzy had always considered herself the most active one, sexually, but Cindi seemed to be easily outdistancing her.
Suzy watched as her sister's body, kicked about like a sail billowing in the wind, shook first one way from the cock slamming into her cunt, and then immediately reversed direction that the shape of the curve her back was arched into, as the cock in her ass slammed her in the other direction.
Back and forth, one way, then the other, both cocks hammering at her like pistons, like jack hammmers, like waves battering a shoreline, Cindi was jerked around this way, then that, and finally, she simply went limp, ceased trying to direct the motion herself, and just let her body be taken by the force of the two cocks driving into her.
Suddenly, Irving was moaning and groaning . in front of her.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, and suddenly, with a gasp, he shot his hips forward, and she felt a hot burst of his cum shooting into her.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah," he gasped, again and again, and again, moaning and groaning.
He moved his cock even faster as his balls hit the peak of their orgasm, trying to milk just as much sensation from them as he possibly could.
She felt wad after wad of his white cum shoot into her, filling her, making her walls slippery.
She was glad for that. There were several others lining up to have their turn with her cunt. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being too dry for any others.
Clyde, on the other hand, was just hitting his stride in her ass-hole, plowing in and out with metronomic consistency, moving steadily faster, but with an evenness of rhythm that kept her virtually suspended on the cushion of sensation that her cunt was bubbling up to engulf her.
In and out.
In and out.
Out and in.
Harder and harder.
In with Clyde's cock. Out with Irving's.
And then, both of them reversing direction. She felt like she was being battered from all sides at once. She felt like her body was coming apart. She felt like she was leaving her body. And then, she felt her clit responding, felt her cunt, her ass-hole, her thighs and legs, and her breasts and nipples all start to glow, to tingle, to sizzle.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned ever more loudly.
"Hey, listen to that, would you," she heard Clyde say, and the sound of her moaning seemed to drive him on to greater and greater heights of achievement himself.
He was taking steady, slow, long and deep thrusts into her now, pulling his cock back to the opening of her ass, and then waiting till he could feel her quivering, before plowing back inside her.
In and out, both of them, her body tingling more and more from every thrust.
There were hands on her tits now, hands pinching her nipples, shouts of encouragement, lewd, bawdy comments, and always, like a bass drum spurring on the galley slaves, the rhythm of those cocks, pounding ceaseless at her body, trying to bring it down.
She felt the first orgasmic waves start to roll over her, and all she could do was suck in a large breath of air, and then let her muscles slam into full contraction.
Her body went rigid.
Her eyes closed tightly shut.
Her ass-hole, like the rest of her muscles, contracted mightily, but Clyde's cock prevented it from closing ... the immovable force vs. the irresistible object controversy.
"All right," Clyde yelled, and then, just as Irving was finishing his thrusts in her, Clyde came, gushers of cum bursting from his cock.
"Yes, yes," he shouted, slamming his hips hard up against her.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Suzy cried, feeling her body fill with the cum from strange, alien cocks. She felt like she was stranded in a flood, that the waters were mounting, and that soon, she'd be washed away.
And meanwhile, in front of her, the others were lining up, getting ready to take their turns....
Her vision seemed to blur ... her thoughts grew fuzzy....
And yet, the image formed in her brain, inexorably scarred into her cerebral cortex.
Cocks.
Thousands of them.
All of them filled with blood, all of them throbbing, pulsing, all of them forming a single line ... a vector, intersecting with the axis of her body at that mushy point between her legs. In her confusion ... through the haze of her abuse and torment, there remained one, undying concept ... her only support.
She wanted them.
She spread her legs, and began to moan. Lord, how she wanted them.
CHAPTER NINE
"Are you sure this isn't hell?" Roger asked, only half kidding, but even though he was shouting at the top of his lungs, he couldn't be sure that Jill was able to hear him.
She just turned to him, gave an inscrutable smile, nodded her head ambiguously and kept on dancing.
Roger's feet hurt. He hadn't danced this hard since the days when he did the Frug on
California beaches with surf boards lined up, waiting for that perfect wave.
His legs hurt too.
As well as his back.
Then, of course, every time he started to think he was acting like a fool, he just let his eyes drift over to that immaculate cleavage threatening to pop right out of Jill's low-cut sweater ... and he decided that he could endure for a while longer.
He had to admit, there was a certain charm about the place ... it made him feel younger than he had in years ... he'd been getting into an 'over-the-hill' paranoia kind of funk lately, the kind of thing that can start to feed on itself, if you aren't careful. Jill's energy couldn't help but be infectious.
He looked around the room at the crowd jammed onto the dance floor. There was a wide variety, young punks and their big-bosomed women dressed in ersatz '50's outfits, the more sedate college crowd, cutting through the preppie image, along with young executives, like himself, trying to keep the years from spilling too swiftly out of the cup....
Lots of women.
Most of them beautiful ... or at least sexy. Big women, little women, women with big tits, women with their tits nearly hanging out ... Holy shit, he thought. It's Meredith!
And she'd seen him!
Oh no, she was making her way across the dance floor! She was coming over to talk to him!
He looked down at Jill, oblivious to the impending crisis, and wondered how he was going to handle this scene.
Meredith quickly decided the matter for him.
"Roger dear," she said, taking hold of his arm in a grand theatrical gesture. "It's so good to see you."
Jill's sensors were blasting warning messages to her at once, because she suddenly got a livid expression on her face and started to stare daggers at Meredith.
"Roger, you simply must come over here where we can hear each other and talk to me."
Roger tactfully disengaged himself from her grip and said, having to yell over the music "I'm with someone, Meredith. I'll catch you later."
He would not want to have to face the look she gave him every night in his dreams.
She cast a disparaging glance in Jill's direction and then, with a half-smirk, half-sneer she said, "Roger dear, since when do you date children?"
"Meredith, you're drunk."
"Roger, you are disappointing me."
Jill stepped between them. "Take a walk, cunt," she said. Meredith's eyes grew wide, and kept getting wider.
"My dear child, I'm going to step on you like you were a small bug, right now, if you don't move out of my way."
Roger felt like the world was crumbling.
"Hey look, you two calm down, would you ... Jill, I'll take care of this."
Jill gave him her own look of annoyance, and Roger was quickly coming to realize that' unless he got rid of Meredith soon, he was going to be out in the cold as far as Jill was concerned. There was a moment's hesitation, while he considered the options, but there was really no question as to who was the more desirable.
Meredith had walked out on him. The bitch had blown it right there as far as he was concerned, and he saw this whole episode as simply an effort to score points at both he and Jill's expense.
"Meredith, I really don't think."
"Roger, do be quiet, this no longer concerns you."
"Hey Meredith, you're really making an ass of yourself."
She totally ignored his comment and instead turned to Jill and without any warning, balled up her fist and swung.
There was a hurried flurry of activity as those around them suddenly fell over themselves trying to get out of the way, though Roger thought it looked like most just wanted to step back to gea better view.
The two didn't even hesitate, but went right for each other's throats.
There was a momentary shock as the crowd stared on in silent amazement. The band played on, smoke beginning to rise now from the drums.
Cacophony reigned. There seemed to be no order left to things. Roger had the feeling that somehow, civilization had contracted a bad case of paranoid schizophrenia. He felt very depressed.
Hands gripped Suzy's breasts with the force of a steel vise.
She felt heat searing her nerves, felt a numbing sensation blasting through all her brain cells.
She looked down between her legs. She could see thick white globs of sperm all over her pubic hair, and a thick slick film of goo coating her thighs.
She'd lost track of the number of cocks that had violated her by this time. Some of them had come back for seconds, she knew that. All she knew was that the more cocks that fucked her, the more aroused her pussy became, and the more she wanted to feel another cock in her.
Then, she saw who was next.
"Oh my God," she said through half-closed lips. "No ... no ... noooo"
He was massive. She didn't know where they'd been keeping him till now, but she hadn't seen him before.
His cock must have been easily fifteen inches long. It was a big around as her wrist! He was dark skinned, and had a ruddy, swarthy complexion, along With what certainly looked to her like knife scars.
There was one on his cheek, one along his neck, and one that seemed to run down his chest, and that disappeared inside his shirt.
She gasped in shock as he pulled his shirt off to reveal a chest that looked like Verdun. He saw her expression and started to laugh, and then said, in a voice that she could scarcely understand, "You think maybe I look a little strange, Ya? Come to Stinking Olaf, my little dearest. Come to stinking Olaf and I'll show you what a real man feels like."
He had his hands around his cock now, and was pulling on it, stroking it solidly, firmly.
It quickly grew to its totally erect state.
"Har, har, har," Olaf laughed as her eyes widened in what he must have taken to be fear.
But it wasn't. It was wide-eyed anticipation.
She could already feel her body stretching wildly from the force of his cock entering her.
He brought the glans right up to her lips.
"Hold her down now fellows, or she'll be up and squealing like a stuck pig as soon as she feels me crawling up into her."
She felt hands pressing into her body, holding her down, along with the stray finger up her ass-hole, or the stray pinch to one of her nipples.
But all she could think about was that cock, that huge, massive, weighty log, already pressing into her cunt, already spreading her lips, already making her feel like she was turning inside out.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she moaned.
"That's right," Olaf encouraged her, "make it loud, and wiggle around on the pole, my little beauty. You are a bitch of a beauty, and Olaf-likes you very much."
He started to jerk his hips to shove his cock into her all the way. Even though she had just finished fucking God knows how many guys, and therefore had a residue of cum inside her slit making it wet and slippery, Olaf's cock could hardly make any progress inside her.
He had to push as had as he could to cover any territory at all, and every centimeter was packed with pain for her. Then, he slammed it the rest of the way into her. She screamed. At the same time, there was another shout, from off to her side. Clyde yelled, "You fucking fools, you let her get away!! "
Everyone had been so interested in watching Olaf's cock get into Suzy, that they'd forgotten her sister, who somehow had managed to remain conscious and wiggle out of her ties. Suzy dimly saw, through the haze, her fleeting form scurrying across the floor of the backstage area.
The last she saw of her, was her naked body charging through the curtains, apparently racing out onto the stage.
Then, the force of Olaf's cock hit her, and she blacked out.
"My God!" Roger screamed, looking up on the stage.
"Whatever are you talking about, Roger dear?" Meredith asked, an amused look on her face.
Jill, looking in the direction that Roger's eyes were riveted on, gasped.
"My GOD!" she repeated, laughing. "Is that part of the act?"
"The fucking hell it's part of the act! That's one of my girls!! "
Meredith stared at Roger as though he'd lost all control of his senses. "One of your girls ... a quaint concept, but somehow, it just doesn't quite seem right."
Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and she was looking at Roger now as though he was ready for the farm.
Jill took him more seriously. "Roger! Where are you going?"
"To find out what the fuck's going on!! "
He was pushing his way through the crowd now, and Jill was pushing her way after him. Never content to be left out of things, Meredith stared after them for a few seconds and then charged after them.
On stage, the band had ground to a halt. The lead singer, sporting a Mohawk hair style, had gotten a queasy look on his face.
Cindi, her eyes livid now, rushed, and before he could get out of the way, she butted him, head first, solidly in the gut.
The microphone flew out of his hand, and with a wild-eyed look on his face, and a shriek, he toppled off the edge of the stage and landed squarely in the middle of a cluster of lobotomized slam-dancers pogo jumping into each other with a delightful lack of any sense of timing whatsoever. They hardly noticed that the band had stopped playing, actually, and that one of their number had joined them. Literally.
Cindy grabbed the microphone that he'd dropped, and began screaming "They raped me!!!! THESE ANIMALS RAPED ME AND MY SISTER!!! SHE'S STILL BACK THERE!!! "
The crowd ate it up. Cindi's body sported bruises, and there was a cut over one eye, and she had jism dripping from her hair.
The point being that no one could possibly believe that those things were exactly what they appeared to be. No way. Obviously, a very clever, if extreme, act.
Now the manager of the club was running to the stage, while the band kind of milled around, wondering what was going to happen next.
Breeze, their guitarist, had mysteriously disappeared.
He, in fact, was the first one that Roger encountered when he fought his way backstage. His jaw hit the floor.
He looked around, and the only thing he could find that was within reach and looked solid enough to do the job was a Fender Fretless Bass, one of the finer instruments made, costing roughly $600 to $900, depending on style and wood, and accessories.
None of this occurred to Roger, of course. He saw two things that it had going for it. It was long. It was extremely heavy at one end. He picked it up, balanced it a second in his hands to get a feel for the dynamics of the situation, and then like an avenging knight, he roared into the group, carving the proverbial path through a solid wall of human flesh to get to the damsel in distress.
He heard "UNNNNNNCLLEEEE ROGERRRRRR!! "
And he heard the plopping thunk of heavy wood striking human skulls. Cantaloupes hitting the sidewalk.
Later, they sat in Roger's apartment, sipping hot chocolate ("Oh please, Uncle Roger, can't we have a drink just this once?") and the girls recounted their story a last time. "It was horrible," they both agreed.
"Well, you just let that be a lesson to you," Roger said, firmly.
"Sure thing, Uncle Roger," they agreed. Then, they left the room.
"You don't seem to have much to say," Roger told Jill.
"Oh, I just have a warning for you."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"I don't think you're ready for those two. I don't think New York is ready for those two."