Heidi took Buzz's desire-hardened shaft between her hands ... running them slowly, seductively along its length ... dropping her face forward ... slipping her pink tongue between her white teeth ... licking her hungry lips ... circling the flushed tip of his excitedly waiting cock suddenly-so suddenly that Buzz moaned with his rapidly rising lust.
Heidi tasted the tiny pearling drops of fluid that hotly oozed from his penis and knew that she was getting to him. It wouldn't be long before their mountain climbing expedition reached the top of their peak-but Buzz was going to reach his peak of ecstasy a lot sooner than he expected.
CHAPTER ONE
Teresa Cherry could hear the sound of the water running in the bedroom, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before her husband, Buzz, was through with his shower and ready for his drink before dinner. She walked quickly through the house to the bar and started making a vodka tonic. Buzz liked a vodka tonic first, and then afterward a martini; in her few short years married to Buzz, she had grown to enjoy the cocktails in that order, too.
Teresa took the two ice-filled glasses and the cocktail mixer and went over to the couch. She set them on the coffee table and then sat back against the cushions with a tired sigh. It was going to be so good to get away on vacation, she thought to herself as she looked out across Lake Leman. It was beautiful here at home and Geneva was a wonderful city to live in, but it was her home, had been now for three years, and regardless of how beautiful home was-it was always nice to get away. Three whole weeks in the Swiss Alps! She could hardly wait!
Teresa's mind rambled on for a few minutes while she thought about what a great vacation she and Buzz were going to have. They were so lucky to even have the chance to go on vacation in the Alps, or to live in Geneva for that matter.
She remembered how excited she had been when she had first found out that Buzz, who was in the diplomatic corps, had been transferred to Europe. She had never been to Europe before, and she had been frightened a bit at the prospect of living in a foreign country, but she had soon gotten over that and the excitement had taken over.
Her first view of Geneva had been as lovely as she had expected, and finding a house on the lake front near town had been a wonderful stroke of luck. That had been three years ago now, and she had really loved living in Switzerland and playing the part of a diplomat's wife.
Teresa poured herself a drink and sat back against the couch dreaming again of their coming vacation. Buzz had been obsessed with climbing the Matterhorn ever since they had first moved to Switzerland and spent their first Christmas in the small, quaint village called Zermatt nestled in the valley at the foot of that imposing mountain. He'd had a love affair going with the Matterhorn ever since, and he swore that he would climb it before he left Europe. It was as though he were obsessed with that mountain, as though it were a woman he had not yet conquered, and he could not rest until he had. That was why he had decided on taking his vacation this summer. He was finally going to do it. Two weeks of training with an Alpine guide and then he would be ready for the grueling, yet not seriously dangerous if you were adequately prepared, nine-hour climb up the Matterhorn. Four hours up and five down. She would have gone with him herself, if coming down had not been so terrifying, for you had to face the valley with your back to the mountain for five hours! She shuddered at the thought, and took another sip from her drink. She just wished Buzz were as afraid of heights as she was but he wasn't, so she would just have to accept the fact that he was going to climb that damn mountain and hope that he would come back to her safely.
Buzz came into the room at that point pushing her morbid thoughts from her mind as she looked at his handsome, vibrantly alive face and well-built body. She wished again that she would be leaving with him tomorrow, instead of having to wait for two more days. It was her fault that she had to stay behind, though; she was the one who had forgotten about the English-American Tea, a very important social gathering for anyone who was anybody. It was almost as important for her husband's career as any social event of the year, because the Tea was the testing ground for the diplomats' wives who were judged and forgotten or remembered according to their behavior at the Tea. The opinion was then transferred to the husbands. Many times a career was broken due to improper behavior of some diplomat's wife or, as in her case, the husband's career was helped, but if she missed even one of those Teas, which were given twice a year, she would be severely criticized. She had to go for the sake of their standing in the small foreign community while her husband went off to the Alps to learn how to climb the Matterhorn. Damn!
He kissed her gently on the forehead, cupping her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to him. "Had a good day?" he asked.
She wrinkled her pert, perfect little nose. "Busy," she said, handing him his drink.
Buzz gave her a worried look. "I know, Teresa," he said. "And I don't like it. This is supposed to be your vacation."
Teresa let out a lilting, musical laugh. "Darling," she said, "we don't start our vacation for another few days and I do have to do some packing for us. Remember?"
"I guess so," Buzz said. "But I hate to see you rushing around like this. By the time we get there you'll be too tired for a vacation."
I'm not rushing around. Really." Teresa said. "How about some dinner? I thought we would eat outside."
"Great, Teresa. The lake is gorgeous tonight."
"It really is. In fact I don't know when I've ever seen it look so nice." She leaned back against him and they stood there a moment in silence, listening to the sound of the waves lapping gently on the shore and watching the sun as it set behind the mountains surrounding the lake and the gulls flew airly above them in the sky. Finally, with a sigh, Teresa broke away from her still husband and headed toward the kitchen shouting over her shoulder as she disappeared inside. "You go on out to the table, I'll bring the dinner out."
She moved around the kitchen quickly, getting the food together that she had prepared earlier in the day. Taking the casserole from the oven, tossing the salad, and placing them all on a tray to carry out Jo the terrace. She set the food down on the table, handing Buzz his hors d'oeurves plate, asparagus tips with hollandaise sauce, and placing the casserole dish on a hot pad in front of them.
As she moved around the table, Buzz watched her. She was so beautiful, he thought, still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She hadn't changed one bit in the three years that they had been married. She had the kind of figure that made men turn and stare, the long, slim legs, the huge, whitely billowing tits, the marvelous ass that swayed sensuously when she walked. Her hair was as gold and glistening as it had been then, her eyes as blue. And her skin glowed like the proverbial peaches and cream. There was no doubt about it; Teresa was a strikingly beautiful woman.
And Buzz, Teresa thought, casting a sidewise glance at him, Buzz was certainly a handsome man. He was tall and well built, with dark curling hair that fell in a sexy little curl over his forehead. His head was fine, even noble, and Teresa found herself admiring, for perhaps the thousandth time, the strong, firm line of his chin, which was softened by the twinkle in his dark eyes. Yes, Buzz was a handsome man.
And yet, as so often happened, Teresa felt she had nothing to say to him. Tonight, again, the two finished their meal in silence, cleared away the dishes in equal silence. And when it grew dark around the lake, they went inside and her husband switched on the radio.
Without a word, they listened to the B.B.C. English radio network, one of the only English-speaking broadcasts available to the Americans living in Europe. It was a comedy show tonight, and Buzz laughed along with the studio audience, but Teresa's mind was miles away. There was something wrong with her life, she thought, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She had a beautiful home on the shore of one of the most beautiful lakes in the world and most of all, a wonderful, loving husband. But there was something missing, and she didn't know what it was.
Still pondering the matter, she stifled a yawn and stood up. "I think I'll go to bed, darling," she said. She bent down to kiss his forehead. "Coming along?"
"I think I'll wait till the program's over," Buzz said. He kept his eyes closed, his head back against the cushion as Teresa crossed the room, avoiding the sight of the two rounded orbs of her smoothly curved ass-cheeks, her marvelous trim thighs, her hugely billowing tits. But even the thought of them made his prick jerk, begin to swell and stiffen. Oh, God! he thought. He wanted her so much! He'd always wanted her, and no one else. And he knew that Teresa had never wanted another man. But then, did she want any man, including himself? he wondered.
Oh, they fucked often enough. He had her in the sack practically whenever he wanted; they screwed, God knows. Buzz's mounting lust, the ache in his loins, the dull, relentless throbbing of his now painfully jerking prick made him crude and vulgar-they fucked, God damn it, they fucked.
Buzz shook his head. No, that wasn't quite right, he thought. He fucked Teresa. And she put on a good show for him, squirming and bucking and thrashing beneath him, letting out little mewls and murmurs of pleasure as she lay back, legs splayed open obscenely, to expose the full, flat plane of her thrusting crotch, acting for all the world as if she enjoyed it.
But God damn it, she was acting. Always acting.
Buzz sighed, and poured himself a Scotch, stiff and straight. Then he switched off the radio and sat in the dark, sipping the drink.
It had always been like this, he thought. Not that he blamed Teresa for it. He knew the hell her life had been in her teens, when that bastard uncle raped her one time, when he had caught her alone in her house. He knew his wife was-what was that word psychiatrists used? "projecting?"-that Teresa was projecting, every time he took her. Instead of the two of them, Mr. and Mrs. Buzz Cherry, fucking and getting a whale of a kick out of their sex life, it seemed to Teresa to be her drunken uncle raping her all over again. Christ, there were times when Buzz was so fed up with it, he'd wanted to do just that himself, ram his cock right up her belly, boring and pounding and slamming into her tight, resistant little hole until he almost split her open, while, half out of her mind with the excruciatingly painful pleasure, she screamed and scratched and ... oh Christ! How could he even think such rotten things! Teresa was a wonderful woman and he loved her.
But God! If she'd only do something like letting him watch her undress! That was all he , asked! To see Teresa as she let that sexy housedress she wore fall to the floor, tumble around her feet, watch as she bent to pick it up, toning the full, rounded spheres of her ass-cheeks toward him so that he saw the thin white strip of her nylon panties tighten between her thighs, then slip provocatively into the furrows between the cheeks of her lovely ass. Watch as she eased the wisp of cloth down over her voluptuous thighs, her slim, long legs turning now to give him a glimpse of the luxurious curls of golden pussy hairs at the base of her belly; watch as she removed the lacy bra she wore, releasing those magnificent tits, so full, with their ruby-like nipples hardening in excitement, watch-Oh, Christ!
Buzz glanced at his watch. Teresa would be undressed and lying in bed now, waiting for him, in a conservative little nightgown that hid the marvelous contours of her luscious form. With a loud, sullen oath, Buzz hurled his book over to the other side of the room, listening with pleasure as it crashed. Then he went up to the bedroom. Teresa closed her eyes as Buzz entered the room. Now, she knew, he would be pulling off his sweater, dropping it on the floor, struggling out of his pants, his shirts, his shorts. Then, as he finished undressing and reached the bed, stretching out his hand to her thin nightgown, lifting her gently to slip it from her shoulders, she shuddered involuntarily. Why did she always think of her uncle at a time like this? Buzz was different, gentle-Buzz loved her. Yet, trying her best, she still could not help herself, and she shuddered again as her husband bent to caress her naked body, then to fasten his hot, hungry mouth on her own.
He eased himself on the bed beside her, stretching the full length of his body alongside hers. His mouth was on her own again, and then his tongue shot out, and Teresa opened her lips to receive it as it sank deep within, leaving her gasping for breath.
She flinched a little as his hands moved down to her softly trembling tits and began to knead them, then roamed over her soft white belly, her hips, to explore and caress the smooth white sensitive skin between her thighs. Oh, God, she thought, she loved Buzz, she really did. Yet even his most tender ministrations somehow always sent little waves of terror-and yes, of revulsion too-coursing through her. This is Buzz, she told herself. Buzz! My husband, not my uncle. Yet in her twisted, traumatized mind, the two became inextricably mixed.
He cupped the round, firm globes of her naked ass-cheeks now, and Teresa began to rock gently beneath him, grinding her nether cheeks deep into the mattress as she did so. That pleased men, she knew, her sister had said so. And yet it gave her none of that ecstasy that her sister had promised her. Nor did she feel the thrills, the excitement other women felt as he trailed his hands over the soft curve of her body, down along the line of shimmering golden fuzz that ended in the softly growing, strands of silky pussy-hairs over her cuntmound. I mustn't let him know I don't like it, she thought in a moment of panic, and so she began to mewl and purr, as if with pleasure, when his hands moved up again over the gentle swell of her belly to her huge ballooning tits. He took the snowy mounds in his two hands, cupping them, as the memory of her uncle raping her rose in her mind, and the same fear welled up in her throat, to be choked back, swallowed, as it always was. Oh God! Why was she like this? Why? Why?
Now she lay still beneath him, as he rubbed the stiff, bud-like tips of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling a slight quiver of pain as he coaxed them into hard, pulsing little stones that pressed against his palms.
Oh, no, she thought, as his mouth closed over one upright, button-like nipple, as his tongue laved it voluptuously, as he began to suck on it with a delicacy that any other woman, as Teresa knew, would find tantalizing and passion-inspiring. But the fear that he might cruelly, viciously bite into her sensitive flesh-as her uncle had bitten into hers-made her go almost rigid with fear. With a supreme effort of will, she forced herself to relax, to hide her feelings from her husband, to act as if she found the same soaring joy in his sexual overtures as he derived from them. He must never know the truth, she told herself, never!
And so, as Buzz's hand crawled down her belly again, as it slid to the blond silken strands at the base of it, Teresa began to moan, with little cries that might have been of passion coming from her throat. She increased the moans as he reached at last the warm, moist slit of her cunt-lips, then lay back, awaiting the moment when his finger would work its way into the wet, smoothly throbbing hole, vowing to herself not to whimper with the pain she was sure it would bring.
Even so, she jerked back involuntarily at the feel of her husband's huge cock pressed hard against her open thighs, at the sudden, sharp pang as one of his fingers worked its way slowly up into her tightly clasping cunt-hole. She was supposed to writhe and squirm her pussy around his probing middle finger, and if that was what she was supposed to do, she would do it, while Buzz increased the rhythm of his finger-fucking up into her open cunt, withdrawing his digit at last to search out and caress the small pink nub of her little clit, doing his best to stroke it into hardness with quick, swirling motions.
There were other things she was supposed to do, she remembered. She should take his prick in her hand, curling her fingers around it until he groaned with pleasure. Or tickle her nails over its smooth, rubbery head, along the underside of the stiff shaft, tease her fingertip up into the tiny parted hole. Or cradle and caress his silk-smooth, cum-laden balls in the softness of her palms.
But oh, dear God! How could she, she asked herself as his fingers plunged deep into her wet pussy again, impaling her, moving slowly, rhythmically, while Teresa moaned to hide her true feelings, to persuade her husband that she was sharing this ultimate joy with him.
There was a soft wet sucking sound as he withdrew his fingers from her tight little cunt, and then, with his thumb and forefinger spreading the lips wide between her thighs, he drew it open and eased his jutting, rock-hard cock to the smooth pink edges of it. He parted the silken curling pussy-hairs, then slowly, with the huge, pulsating tip of his shaft, pressed aside the petal-like lips of her cunt, worming it slowly and gently into the warmly clasping hole.
As his surging cock burrowed in up to the final depths of her widely stretching pussy, Teresa shifted so that her ass was upturned, the full plane of her nakedly impaled loins exposed to his fucking cock. She began to moan wildly, as he fucked in and out with long, quick strokes, his prick sinking in up to the hilt, his juice-swollen balls slapping rhythmically against the nudely grinding cheeks of her ass. He gasped, "Oh God! Oh, my God!" and Teresa knew that already the white hot juice was churning inside the smooth swollen sacs, that his pumping balls would spurt it forth soon, and so she began to gasp wildly into his ear. "Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaagh! I'm cummin g, darling ... I'm cumming!" as the hot, sticky cum was forced in convulsive spasms up the full length of his rigidly pulsing cock to shoot wildly from the jerking tip into the forbidden recesses of her soft, quivering belly.
When at last Buzz withdrew his limp, deflated prick from her cum-flooded pussy and rolled, exhausted, to Teresa's side, she took his hand and held it to her lips. "That was sooooo good!" she whispered huskily.
But Buzz knew that the image of her uncle had been in her mind and that she had only felt disgust for his efforts to fuck her and make her feel it. That idea made him feel disgusted, too. He wished there was some way to solve this problem. As much as he loved his wife, he didn't know how long they could both survive under Teresa's problem. It was wearing him down, and he knew that it was hard on Teresa as well, maybe even harder. He would have to find a way to help them both. He would have to find a way!
CHAPTER TWO
Teresa was up early the next day, cleaning house and packing for their vacation even though she wouldn't be leaving until the next day. She had wanted to go with Buzz, she enjoyed traveling with him, but absolutely had to attend that stupid tea with all the other wives; there had been simply no way she could get out of the boring affair.
But Buzz could, and she wanted him to. It was terribly important to get at least fourteen days' training in before one attempted to climb the Matterhorn and she wanted him to be well prepared so he would be safe.
"What's the fuss about? Why are you cleaning house?" Buzz asked with a smile as he came into the room while she was busy cleaning. "You'll be leaving tomorrow yourself."
"Goodness, Buzz!" Teresa answered, straightening a blind. "You don't think I want to come home from vacation to a dirty house, do you?"
"Oh, I guess not," he laughed a little as he spoke.
Teresa sighed, to let Buzz know she could never understand male logic. "I've got to have everything clean before I leave," she explained. "Or I'll never enjoy my vacation."
"Oh hell, why don't you just take it easy," he waved at the sunlit room, the patio, and the lake beyond. "It'll just be dusty again by the time you get back."
"I know, Buzz," Teresa patted his hand affectionately, then darted away to straighten a picture. "But I do want everything right for when we get back." She paused to light a cigarette. "That way I won't have to clean up the minute I walk in," she replied logically.
"Oh really? You'll be doing that anyway the day after we get home."
"Oh Buzz!" Teresa pounded him with tiny, ineffective fists. "Be serious."
"I'm not only serious," Buzz said, glancing at his watch. "If I don't leave now I won't make it up to Visp in time for the train to Zermatt." He started toward the door with Teresa at his heels.
"Buzz, you will be careful. The training program isn't going to be easy. You could be hurt or even killed. Please be careful!"
Buzz raised his right hand. "I will be careful on the mountain. I will drive the pitons in carefully. I won't forget to use my rope. Scout's honor!"
"Oh, Buzz! Please don't act like that! Not today. It's all so dangerous and I will worry about you so."
"I'm sorry, honey," Buzz said, flashing his wide grin at her.
Teresa smiled back, to show that all was forgiven. "See you in a few days," she said, giving him a long good-bye kiss.
After Buzz left, she went upstairs to finish packing. After she had done with that, she threw off her clothes and headed for the shower. She had to look her very best for this tea party. Her very best because she wanted Buzz to be proud of her.
At two-thirty Buzz drove into the small Swiss town of Visp, parked his Fiat in the underground garage, and headed toward the train station with his luggage. The idea of taking a train up the long valley into Zermatt was a pain in the ass, but it was worth it; they had found that out the first time they had visited the place.
Zermatt was unique among old villages. Nestled at the end of a long winding valley in the shadow of the towering pinnacle of rock that stood like some majestic, glacier-shrouded sentinel to the Alps, was the Matterhorn. It was no wonder the townspeople were as rugged and proud as the mountain they were born beneath. The village was much the same as it had been a century before because Zermatt allowed no automobiles of any land; therefore, the main form of transportation was the horse and carriage and in the winter, sleighs. Even the language spoken there was the closest ancestor to Medieval German still spoken in the world.
Even if it had not been for all that, Buzz and Teresa would still have loved it. To them Zermatt was surely one of the most beautiful places in the world.
As Buzz watched the train pull into the railroad station in Zermatt an hour after leaving Visp, he wished that Teresa could have been there with him. She loved the excitement and bustle of getting off the train, settling down into a carriage, and riding off to the hotel. Well, no matter, she would be there tomorrow or the next day.
Right this minute he had something else to worry about; he had to find his climbing guide among the crowd at the station. Her name was Heidi Perrin, and though she was a young girl just barely out of her teens, he had no doubt that she was capable and could lead him up the mountain as safely as any older man. He had known Heidi for three years himself and he knew that the first time she had climbed the Matterhorn she had been only fourteen. Most of the people in Zermatt, in fact, had climbed that mountain at one time or another. It was almost like a tradition. When a young boy felt he was becoming a man, he would climb the Matterhorn to prove it. The same was also true of some of the female members of the community.
Heidi had asked her father to take her up when she was fourteen and she had climbed it every chance she had from that day on. She was a very capable guide and Buzz was looking forward to seeing her again. She had been away the year before when they had come up for Christmas but he still remembered well how she looked.
She looked like a young-a very young-mountain goddess. Perfect features, marvelous high cheekbones, full lips slightly parted over white, even teeth, and her crowning glory, shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair. There was something exciting-something almost spine-tingling-about Heidi's expression too, about the way she stared out from under half-closed eyelids. In an older woman, it would have been an unmistakable invitation; but Heidi was just barely out of her teens now, and in her it might have been simply impishness, or maybe insolence. Buzz wasn't sure what it was, but he sure as hell liked it!
He pulled the luggage from the train and stepped off the car; he glanced at his watch. Just on time, he noted with satisfaction. He picked up his bag and walked down the length of the platform toward the square at the front of the station where the carriages waited, looking over the crowd.
A couple of tired tourists moved with him, carrying suitcases under their arms. Behind them was a group of chattering, middle-aged women in flower-splashed cotton dresses, laden with shopping bags and souvenirs of their vacation. There were a couple of quarreling children next, ducking and spinning around their harassed mother. And then ... Buzz let out a long, low whistle. My God, he thought. Heidi isn't just cute! She's gorgeous.
She was tinier than Buzz remembered, and looked younger too. She had been a plain little thing the first time he had met her. Boy had she changed, he thought wryly. Going away for a year must have really taken the girl out of her.
But Christ! she was magnificently proportioned. Her thighs were rich and full, her pert little tilted tits that strained as if to escape the confining fabric of her low-cut peasant blouse were lush and ripe. She turned, and Buzz noted with a sigh of intense sexual feeling, the provocative, sensual little half-melons of her rounded ass-cheeks. In spite of himself, he watched with open mouth as Heidi walked down the station platform, while the shortest of summer shorts twitched enchantingly over her charmingly undulating little ass.
Halfway down the platform, Heidi stopped and looked around. Her lips were half-opened, her eyes wide. Then a slight frown wrinkled her smooth clear brow. Buzz, startled, realized she was looking for both him and Teresa.
He began to wave wildly. "Over here," he called. "Over here."
Heidi still wore a puzzled expression as she walked toward Buzz and looked up at him. He grabbed her tiny hand in his own and pumped it heartily up and down. "Hi," he said. 'It's been a long time since we've seen you!"
A sudden bright smile of comprehension lit Heidi's face. "You must be Mr. Cherry," she said. Her eyes darted around quickly. "But where is Mrs. Cherry?"
"It's Buzz," Cherry said jovially. "And it's Teresa-not Mr. and Mrs. Cherry. And Teresa couldn't come. I'll tell you about it later. It's been such a long time that I almost didn't recognize you." They started walking toward the carriages.
"Nor me you, Mr. Cherry," Heidi said, lowering her eyes demurely. "I mean Buzz."
They said little to one another until they reached the square. As Heidi climbed up into the carriage beside the older man, he explained Teresa's absence, and a look of disappointment crossed the girl's face. "Oh dear," she said softly. "I was looking forward to seeing her." Impulsively, she reached over and gave Buzz's hand a friendly squeeze.
Buzz smiled. Nice girl, he thought, trying to draw his hand away. But Heidi clung to it, and her slim, tapering fingers began a slow, sensuous stroking of his palm that sent little chills of excitement dancing up and down Buzz's spine. My God! Did the kid know what she was doing? He gave her a quick, sidelong glance, pulling his hand from hers and placing it firmly on the driver's seat in front. Heidi let her own hand fall to Buzz's thigh. He sucked in his breath, staring at her from the corner of his eye. What the hell was this girl? Some sort of sex maniac? He glanced over at the blond-covered young head beside him. Christ, no! She couldn't be. She was too sweet, too young. It was all in his own mind! Hell, he'd known her for years and he had never noticed her being like this before.
And in his pants, too, he thought, feeling his prick jerk and swell. God! What was he? Some sort of pervert? This was a friend sitting beside him-Jesus, her father was one of his best friends-and here he was getting a hard-on, his balls aching, his rod going stiff as a poker. You're a dirty old man, Buzz Cherry, he told himself. He glanced down at his pants, seeing the huge bulge there. God, he hoped Heidi didn't notice.
If she did, she gave no sign of it. Instead she sat, turning her head from one side to the other to stare at the stores and restaurants and coffee shops that lined the narrow main street. She chattered brightly, too: "Oh, I'm going to enjoy climbing the mountain with you."
"I'm sure you are, Heidi."
"And I'm going to love you, too," Heidi blurted.
"I hope we make a good climb," Buzz said, wondering what the hell was going on with her.
"Oh, we will," Heidi purred. She turned and smiled again, inching over on the seat so that her slim, bare, golden thigh now touched Buzz's trousered leg, pressed sensuously against it. Quivering, Buzz shifted his body to escape the young Swiss girl's maddening nearness. She seemed surprised, then hurt. For a long time she was silent and when she spoke at last, it was in a still, shy voice. "You know," she said, "today, all day, I was thinking about you. And you know, I was afraid you wouldn't want me to guide you after you saw me."
"Not want you to guide me?" Buzz boomed with false heartiness. "Now that's a silly thing to say."
"Then you do want me?"
"Sure I want you," Buzz said without thinking.
"Oh, Buzz," Heidi chirped. "I'm glad," she sighed and lowered her eyes, fluttering her lashes. "Because," and her husky voice was sultry, "because I want you!"
Buzz felt a burning on the back of his neck, behind his ears. He stared straight ahead, swallowing hard, while his cock again jerked convulsively. Heidi didn't know what she was saying! She couldn't! She'd heard some line like that in a movie or something, read it in a book. That was all. And why the hell had he said "I want you?" No, he'd had to blurt out something stupid, and poor Heidi had tried to cover up for him. Jesus, he could have kicked himself. What the hell did she think of him? That he was lewd and evil, that's what Why, the poor girl probably thought he was a dirty old man who would rape her the minute he got her alone.
Buzz cleared his throat and tried to smile at Heidi. Maybe he could explain things somehow, make her understand, make it all right! I'm glad you were able to make it to the station," he began. "It is nice to have such a warm welcome," he added.
Heidi shook her head. "Well," she said. "I enjoyed meeting you!"
Buzz shrugged. "Yes, well, thank you," he said, wondering if Heidi was telling the truth or just being polite. "Does your family still have their apartment in the hotel?"
He turned to look at her. "Oh yes, Mama keeps wanting to move back into the house, but Poppa says no."
Buzz's laugh had a hollow ring to it. "Well," he said heartily, "I would think your mother would like it. How do you feel about living in such a big hotel?" His voice trailed off with embarrassment. "I mean with all the tourists like me around."
"Oh, I don't mind," Heidi said at once. She smoothed her shorts demurely over the tops of her voluptuous, golden-hued legs, then ran her hand slowly, lewdly, teasingly along Buzz's thigh. "There are so many handsome foreigners who come to stay in the hotel. I have much fun entertaining them, and showing them the sights," she smiled rather wickedly at him.
Buzz thought it would be better not to speak anymore. It seemed as though every time he spoke he stuck his foot in his mouth-or rather seemed as though he were suggesting he stick his cock in hers-so he just sat back and enjoyed the ride through town to the hotel.
Riding through Zermatt was in a sense like going back in time. The clip-clop of the horses' hooves against the pavement, the roll of the carriage wheels, the quaint narrow streets were the same as they had been one hundred years before. Buzz never ceased to feel a deep sense of pleasure at the sights and sounds. To him, Zermatt was as close to heaven on earth as he could find.
His elation was dampened a moment as his eyes rested on the graveyard they were passing. In it were buried the bodies of the men who had failed in their dream to climb the Matterhorn. The English and the Americans who had started the climb with the hope of finally conquering the mountain, and who instead had fallen to their deaths from the jagged, uncompromising cliffs.
But a death like that did not frighten Buzz as much as the alternative, one that was ghastly by comparison. A glacier-one of many which lined and surrounded the valley-covered the north side of the Matterhorn and it was there that many a climber had been swallowed up and encased forever in a cage of ice. Only five years before a four-man team from Japan had met their fate on the north face. Their bodies had never been recovered, but the townsfolk knew where they were; they had seen others, many of their own men, lost like the Japanese team. Yes, the villagers knew where they were, they were frozen forever in the glacier-preserved in death as they had been in life-forever.
Buzz shook his head to erase the horrible images from his brain. He knew better than to dream up visions like that. He knew that it was only the badly trained, ill-prepared climber who failed. And he would not be among that group.
The minimum length of time the guides trained you before they took you up the Matterhorn was two weeks, longer if possible, and depending on your fitness, both mental and physical. The training involved exercises to strengthen the muscles, and extensive climbing lessons on various different cliffs and mountains in the vicinity that would give the climber as much of a variety as would be encountered on the Matterhorn.
The first climb, which he would start day after tomorrow, would be on the face of the Rothorn. It was more of a cliff than a mountain, but it was dangerous nevertheless. He had heard stories of both climbers and guides who had been caught in the middle of the cliff when a thunderstorm had started up. Guides tried not to let that happen, but sometimes it was unavoidable, and the men stranded there gained a few gray hairs in the course of the storm, for the cliff contained a large concentration of iron ore, and because of this, the lightning was drawn to it like a magnet, striking it over and over again, until the storm had moved on.
Then there was the Derkline Matterhorn, or the smaller version of the Matterhorn. That was the last stage of the climbing training and the most dangerous. As with the Matterhorn, the Derkline Matterhorn was subject to sudden drops in temperature and quick-rising summer storms. But other than that, it was just another mountain, one which had to be climbed, the last step before the big one, the Matterhorn itself. Those were the steps, and if one wanted to survive, they were necessary for then one was nearly ready for the dangerous climb to the top. Four hours up, and five hours down. In two weeks he would be scaling the mountain that had so intrigued him ever since he had first seen it. They were going to be a long two weeks, but not as long as it could have been without a good-looking guide like Heidi Perrin.
Buzz woke from his reverie by the slowing down of the carriage as it pulled into the long curving drive to the hotel. When it had pulled to a halt and the driver had jumped down from the driver's seat and removed Buzz's luggage, Buzz opened the door to get out.
"End of the line!" he said with forced brightness. "All out here," he eased himself from the carriage seat, went around to the other side, and opened the door for Heidi. She hopped out, seemed to stumble, and, as Buzz caught her, threw her arms around his neck. "Oooooooooh!" she squealed. "I fell." She maneuvered herself a little closer to Buzz, clinging to his neck, pulling her lithe young body close to his strong, athletic one, the tiny, tender buttons of her nipples grinding into his chest like hard, bright beads, her pulsing little pussy pressing hard against his cock.
"Hey! Steady there!" Buzz gasped, then peeled her off and set her down. He took his handkerchief out and wiped his forehead. "Whew!" he breathed, "Sure is hot up here."
"Think so?" Heidi shot back at him, and then darted off down the driveway and toward the lobby. Buzz groaned, watching the brief shorts flipping above the rippling gold of her full thighs, swinging over the taut, tight little halfmoons of her young, liquidly moving asscheeks, watching, too, her billowing titties tilted lasciviously under the thin sheer fabric of her blouse.
Jesus Christ! How was he going to handle her?
Handle! The ill-chosen word sent an obscene image careening through his mind in which his unimpeded fingers explored her slim young body, caressed the firm little tits, traced the swell of her gold-flecked belly, roamed downward to part the silky patch of sparse, curling pussy-hairs that nestled between the milky, sensuous thighs. He shook his head as if to clear it and wiped his forehead again. Get your mind out of the gutter, Buzz Cherry, he ordered himself sternly. You're here to climb a mountain. But looking at the flaxen blonde walking across the flagstones of the hotel driveway, leaning over to pluck a flower while the mini-shorts she wore rode halfway up her tight little ass, exposing the brief nylon panties she wore, he sucked in his breath. The sheer strip of fabric tightened snugly between her firm, lush thighs, and slipped excitingly into the thinly dividing crevice between her ass-cheeks. He let out his breath with a slow whistle. Christ! He wished to hell she wasn't his guide because that meant he was going to spend hours alone with her. He wished Teresa had been able to come with him.
The thought of his wife sent his stomach plummeting. What a bastard he was, getting hot in the pants over this little cockteaser when Teresa was at home going to one of those boring ladies' teas. He sighed again, then stooped over and picked up his bag. "Heidi" he called as formally as he could.
She looked up, smiling. "I will show you to your room!"
He carried the suitcase into the lobby, waited for Heidi to appear with the key to his room, then shooed her upstairs.
"Your suite's on the fourth floor," she said, nodding toward it. He followed her in and set his luggage down. "There's a bathroom over there. This is our very best suite. It's lovely." He looked around. She was right, it really was a good suite. "I guess everything's okay," he said. I'm going to order myself a drink before dinner. Would you like to join me?"
"Please, that would be nice." Heidi grinned Impishly.
Buzz wheeled around, suddenly aware that he should not have asked her. In fact, except for when they were climbing, he probably should ignore her altogether-except for tonight, of course, it was too late to forget that. I'm going to hop in the shower before the drinks come. Take the drinks for me," he said, going out and closing the door behind him.
He went into the bathroom and undressed quickly, showered, and changed into new clothes and felt refreshed and ready to go after the long journey he had been through. The drinks were already there when he came back into the living room. Heidi was gone, but she would probably come back. He sat down heavily on one of the sofas.
He didn't want to think of this girl who was going to be training him to climb the Matterhorn. Yet he couldn't erase the thought of that gorgeous figure, the round little titties, smooth and white and inviting, the twin globes of her delicious little ass-cheeks, the ... oh, Christ!
He looked up as she came into the suite again. "Here's your drink." He picked it up and held it out to her.
Heidi took it from him. She sat down on the couch near Buzz, then slid cautiously toward him until her slim, sensuous thigh rubbed against his leg. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Something's wrong," she said. "Nothing's wrong."
"Maybe...." and the lower hp trembled, the eyes filled with tears. " ... maybe you don't like me. You don't think I am capable of climbing."
"Look, Heidi, I like you. I think you're great. It's just that ... that...." Buzz swallowed hard as the girl turned her body toward him and brushed her firm, luscious tits against his arm next to her. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he licked his lips over and over. Why the hell did she do this to him? Just the sight of that voluptuous young body, practically bursting out of the skimpy outfit she wore, was enough to make his balls ache and his thick cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Jesus! He'd give anything to get her in the sack with him, give her what she was so blatantly begging for, send his throbbing cock plunging deep inside her time after time while she moaned and thrashed her hot little body under him. Jesus! He'd like to screw the blonde silly...! Suddenly he asked. "How many times have you climbed the Matterhorn?"
Heidi lowered her eyes, her long, black lashes fluttering against her alabaster skin. "Twenty times," she whispered.
"Twenty? And you were asking me if I trusted you?"
"I had to," Heidi said. "Or you wouldn't have been sure yourself."
Roughly, Buzz pushed her away and got up. "I'm going to get myself another drink," he said, his voice shaking with self-recrimination. He went into the bar, fumbling in the semidarkness for the ice, gin, and vermouth the waiter had brought up. He stirred his drink, feeling sick and disgusted at his attraction for the young guide. Setting the shaker down, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Why was she carrying on this way? What should he do?
He poured a drink and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he poured another. He knew damned well what he'd do-just what he ought to do to the cockteasing little blonde. March her across the room and show her the door. Tomorrow he would hire another mountain guide or maybe he should take care of her now, throw her across his knee while he gave her the spanking of her life. What did he care if she kicked and screamed? He'd wallop that little ass until it turned beet-red, raining one smarting blow after another on the tender flesh while she howled and sobbed and begged for mercy. And he wouldn't stop, either, until angry red welts appeared under those flimsy white panties she wore. By God! That's what he should do to such a young cocktease! And God help him, he'd do it yet to Heidi just as her father would do if he knew of her behavior.
With a wicked gleam of malice, he shifted his drink to his other hand, picked up the drink he had made for Heidi, and went back to the couch. He handed the drink to her, and when she'd sipped daintily at it for a few minutes, she asked, "Are you hungry?"
He shook his head.
"Well," Heidi said. "I am. I'm going to the kitchen and get some dinner, right away. And I'm going to order some for you too. After all, this is my parents' hotel and my job is to make sure the guests are comfortable." She shot him a sultry, heavy-lidded look that let him know she was willing to make him a lot more comfortable than that too, then got up and meandered across the room, her tight little ass twitching and swaying its own invitation back to him.
Buzz waited nervously for her to come back. What the hell was the matter with him, sniffing around this little bitch like a dog in heat? He was old enough to be her father-or almost. Oh, sure, he was a man, and there had been plenty of times before when he'd had the hots for some little chick, someone even a lot younger than he was. But here he was now, panting after his friend's daughter, almost lusting for a chance to slip some cock into that little pink pussy of hers. God! That would really be robbing the cradle.
He sighed as Heidi came back, carrying a tray holding two plates full of smoked pork and sour cabbage. He gulped his quickly, washing it down with the glass of beer she had brought to him. Then, abruptly, he got up. 'I'm going to turn in," he announced. "I want to be ready for a good start tomorrow. Why don't you go home and get yourself a good night's sleep too?" Ignoring the disappointed look on her face, he led her over to the door to the suite and said goodnight, locking the door behind her.
After a cold shower, which didn't help him very much, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. A little while later, he heard a few people going down the hall to their rooms. He lay still, thinking of Heidi's ripe, voluptuous young body, her long, slender, well-shaped legs, her full, whitely billowing tits.
His mind began to wander, and he remembered a floor show he'd seen not long before in Paris when he'd had to go there on business. There'd been a girl in it who had looked much like Heidi. She'd had the same pert little face, the small, straight nose, the long-lashed eyes, the gorgeous ash-blond hair. The "show" had been about the girl's discovery of herself. This daring stage "show" had emphasized sex in the girl's life, through several of her affairs with different men, and in one scene had actually shown two men fucking her at the same time. And in another, the girl lay there, the stage door opened, and a handsome blond youth, no older than she, entered the room. As casually as if he were combing his hair, he began to undress, dropping his shirt at the foot of the bed on which the girl lay, stripping to his shorts then easing them down over his lithe, slim hips, while his virile young cock, already rigid and blood-swollen, sprang proudly forth. In no time, the youth was kneeling above the girl's outstretched body, his head bent over the open vee of her welcoming pussy. Lake a surgeon laying bare the nerves and sinews on which he is to operate, the boy spread open the girl's fleshy jagged cunt-lips, exposed the wetly glistening walls of her pussy, probed deep until he came upon the tiny throbbing pearl of her clit, then displayed that, like a precious jewel, to the aroused eyes of the audience.
The young man began wildly flicking his tongue, lashing out toward the erect little knob of the girl's clit, licked at it lasciviously, then deserted it to sink deep into her throbbing pussy, while from their throats came a series of moans and whimpers, and finally a long, loud, sustained groan.
Buzz had groaned, too, with a sudden surge of lust at the lewd sight before him, the obscene depravity he witnessed. And he had sat as if glued to his seat, staring at the vile exploits on the stage in front of him.
Even as the young man nibbled lewdly at the tiny tender button of the girl's erectly pulsing clit, mouthing it obscenely, the door of the room opened again, and a second youth-looking for all the world like the first-entered. The couple on the bed glanced briefly in his direction, nodding almost imperceptibly to acknowledge his presence, then continued their vile, depraved actions. The second man seemed completely unconcerned by what they were doing, but instead of leaving, he, too, stripped to his smooth, sun-bronzed skin, revealing, as the first boy had, his hard, young cock, already as stiff and unyielding as a fixed lance.
In a minute, Buzz saw the slim, tapered fingers of the girl dart forth to curl sensuously around the youth's lust-rigid rod, then begin, slowly and rhythmically, to stroke it. Back and forth, back and forth her hand moved, drawing the heavy foreskin up and down over his now whitely glistening hardness. Suddenly her tiny, cat-like tongue shot out, flicking off the drops of thin white juice that clung to the head, and then, a moment later, she turned her face, and her soft wet lips opened wide to warmly encircle the hugely stiffened cock.
As the audience watched, the girl sucked on and on, her cheeks tightening around the thick fleshy cock, her tongue swirling hotly around it, and his own prick began to throb and ache and jerk, his bloated balls to churn with their load of white-hot juice, until he thought he would go out of his mind. He thought of Teresa sitting at home in Geneva, and how he would like to do to her what he saw on the stage, and suddenly a chill damp wind seemed to blow over him. Christ, he knew she'd never give him anything like that. She never had. And now he was dying for it, feeling the furious aching desire mount steadily in his loins, course the length of his nearly erect prick. Sometime he'd like to fuck Teresa the way the two men in the show were fucking the blond girl, and Christ, but he'd like to have Teresa respond the way the girl on the stage was responding.
Now the first young man raised his head, throwing it back like that of a young Hon, and his lean, strong body shot forward as he straddled the girl. With one hand he guided his wet, slippery prick to the widespread lips of the little blonde's hot, desire-drenched pussy, slowly parting her silky cunt hairs with its pulsing, throbbing tip. Then, with a cry of wild abandon, he arched backward, suddenly flicking his hips to thrust his fleshy cock deep into her tightly quivering little cunt.
The girl gave a choked, muffled scream as she took his huge cock deep inside her belly. Then he began to fuck mercilessly into the tight little passage, in and out, in and out, ramming in the full length of the moist, hot cavern while she bucked and thrashed beneath him, and while the second man fucked her in her widely ovaled mouth, his cock spearing far back into her throat, pulling forward while, she clung hungrily to it, sucking at it like a famished child at its mother's tit.
The two men quickened their strokes, both grinding in and out, faster and faster and deeper until the cum-filled balls of one slapped sharply against the girl's upturned, rounded young ass-cheeks, while those of the other smacked rhythmically against her chin. Then, as the two of them, almost together, gave a last brutal thrust, the girl let out another muffled wail that sent their hot, thick juices spewing into her drenched, throbbing pussy and coursing wetly down her throat.
Satiated at last, her long slim legs splayed out obscenely over the edges of the narrow bed as she lay drained of all strength after the exhausting, passionate exhibition she had just given. The young men lay back, too, relaxed and spent beside the girl's slim body, as the curtains began to close on the darkened stage.
Now, lying in bed alone, with the young Swiss mountain guide somewhere in the hotel, the memory of that night unfolded before him. He saw the stage show again from beginning to end, this time with Heidi-and not just someone who looked like her-on the stage. And the thought of the blonde girl sent leaping flames searing through his loins again. God, he thought, it would be great fucking her. He knew she would do anything for him, suck his cock, let him suck her, hell, he could think of a thousand ways he had always wanted to fuck Teresa, but she had never been willing. One thing he knew for sure, Heidi would be willing and she could probably think of 2,000 ways to fuck!
CHAPTER THREE
All night long Buzz had dreams of climbing mountains. He would be halfway up the face of the Matterhorn when he would look up to see his guide and there she would be, hanging from a rope above him, naked, and her fuzzy little pussy-lips would seem to move like the lips of Heidi's mouth-whispering to him, taunting him, calling to him to fuck them. Then he would look down into the valley and he would fall, but never very far, never very far from the whispering lips of Heidi's pussy.
In the morning he was in a foul mood, almost as if he had a hangover. Christ, he thought, it's no wonder I have a hangover after all those obscene dreams I had all night long!
He shook his head, trying to clear it, wondering drowsily what it was that had caused him to have a dream like that; he must be nuts. Something was going to give, and soon, he thought. Unless he could do something about it-and he couldn't think of what to do short of hiring a new guide or just forgetting the whole idea of climbing that damned mountain. And he couldn't very well do that after all his preparations. How the hell would he explain that to Teresa? Teresa?
Damn, wasn't he supposed to have called her the night before to let her know he had made it safely? He couldn't remember; he was certain, though, that they planned to talk to one another by phone. And he was just as certain that they hadn't.
Or maybe he'd forgotten everything that had happened the night before-maybe he'd wanted to. Maybe he'd screwed that little bitch Heidi, the way she'd begged him to, and couldn't even remember it. He could be suffering from amnesia, couldn't he?
Yes, he told himself. He could be. But it wasn't very likely. So he'd better try to get in touch with Teresa now and then get ready for his first day at training.
He dressed and showered and ordered breakfast from room service. Then, while he waited for breakfast, he put a call through to his home in Geneva, hoping Teresa was still there, and that she was getting ready to leave for the train station to come up to Zermatt.
The ringing on the other end seemed interminable; Buzz was almost ready to hang up when a breathless Teresa answered. She'd been on her way out, she said, just closing the front door, when she'd heard the telephone and had rushed back in to answer.
I was going to call you later and let you know; something's come up and I'm not sure that I'll be able to make it up to Zermatt until tomorrow. Julia Peters might need my help with her daughter's wedding." She continued, explaining that she would get away if she could that afternoon but if she couldn't then she would see him tomorrow. Whatever happened, he was to call her after his climbing lesson.
The breakfast tray had come by then, and he was just finishing when Heidi came in with her climbing gear. She was wearing lederhosen today, brief little leather shorts that barely covered the jiggling little cheeks of her enticingly rounded ass, that stretched tight across them, clinging to Heidi like the skin of a plum clinging to the fruit inside. God, Buzz thought, she probably has to peel them off. She sat down, and the pants caught in the little cleft of her pussy, obscenely outlining the thin narrow slit there. Above the pants, she wore a bright, tailored blouse, open almost to her navel, flapping wide to expose her lewdly tilted little titties.
Buzz took a gulp of coffee and choked on it. In a fit of coughing he wiped his mouth and rose from the table. "Guess we better get started," he said, waving in a vain attempt to be cheerful. "You all ready?"
"Oh, yes. We alpine guides are always ready!" she smiled a teasing little smile and picked up the small backpack loaded with climbing equipment and headed out the door, her little ass-cheeks jiggling as Buzz followed along behind her.
The strong alpine sunshine nearly blinded him as he walked out of the hotel with its brilliant golden rays. It gave the whole walk through town an unreal atmosphere which he was still unable to shake off as they boarded the train for Gornergrat.
The train ride up the mountain, as always, even when Heidi was sitting next to him, seemed to last forever, although it really only took forty-five minutes. They got off at the last station on the rail line and from there they had to hike about three miles over the green first, which, translated into English meant mountain pasture, Buzz remembered, and to the bottom of the rock cliff that was to be the place of his first lesson in mountain climbing.
Heidi worked him very hard all morning, teaching him the correct way to drive in a piton, how to work with the ropes and any other device that he would be needing in the ex hausting nine-hour climb of the Matterhorn that he would be doing when his training was over.
It wasn't until eleven that Heidi let him do any actual climbing, and even that was not much. She worked with him, helping him climb the few hundred feet up the cliff to a large rock shelf overlooking the valley. The high altitude sun beat mercilessly on his back as they made the climb and by the time he reached the ledge, he thought he would suffocate and die of exhaustion in the same instant.
"Aren't you hot, Buzz?" Heidi asked innocently as he climbed up onto the rocky ledge after her. "I think I must take something off or I will die from the heat," she declared and began to unbutton her blouse.
"Not here," Buzz said. He leaned over to her and began to button her blouse up again. Heidi moved closer to him, grinding her hot little cunt up against him, and Buzz felt a stirring inside his shorts again and admitted to himself that Heidi had excited him once more. Here we go again, he thought to himself. Then, for the hundredth time that day, he reminded himself that this was his friend's daughter. A friend's daughter, for God's sake, almost like your own little sister. And then, again, for the hundredth time he asked himself, What the hell are you, man? Some kind of pervert?
The thought disgusted him, and with a bru tal shove he pushed Heidi away from him toward the inside of the ledge. "Come on," he said, "dinnertime." Without another word, he turned, rummaged in his knapsack for the bread and cheese he'd brought with him. Pulling it from the sack, he handed Heidi her share and then made himself as comfortable as he could on the wide ledge overlooking the towering peaks of the alps.
Buzz ate his lunch in silence, aware that Heidi was looking at him constantly, although she chattered on and on. It was almost as though she were waiting for something to happen, as though she were expecting him to make a move toward her while they were sitting on a ledge 2,000 feet above the valley floor.
He'd get Heidi to take him down and then they'd head straight for the hotel. And maybe Teresa would be up the next morning. He might even put in a call to her, he thought. Yes, he definitely would. Her presence in Zermatt might cool Heidi's hot pants!
"How do you think I'm doing, Heidi?" Buzz asked the watching girl.
"You are the best student I ever had!" she smiled widely, and inched closer to her pupil.
"You know...." he stopped suddenly. He had been about to tell her to lay off the hot cunt bit, he was a happily married man, but he realized it wouldn't do any good.
"Yes?" Heidi raised her eyebrows, still peering at Buzz quizzically. "Tell me," she teased. Buzz shook his head.
"Please." The voice was husky, seductive.
Buzz picked up his canteen and took a long drink. He set the canteen on the rock, then packed the remainder of the cheese and bread in his sack. Still Heidi looked at him with that shine in her eyes, a mocked, amused gleam lighting her face. "Please?" The voice was as sultry as before.
Suddenly Buzz moved next to Heidi. Brutally, he clutched her young shoulder with his strong hand, his nails clawing into her soft white flesh. As easily as if she were a cotton mop, he pulled her to him, holding her at arm's length.
"What are you thinking, Buzz?" she whispered, smiling mockingly.
"You know damn well what I'm thinking, you teasing Utile bitch," Buzz snarled through heavily clenched teeth.
Heidi laughed again, lowering her sparkling green eyes to stare at the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. Buzz could feel his face turn scarlet, and for a moment, he hated the snide little bitch, still laughing at him, still leading him on. Christ, he thought. I've got to fuck her. And then Heidi pressed her full lips to his, her tongue flicking out in a long, wet lass. Her hand inched down his trousers, found his rigid cock beneath them, stroked it sensuously, lewd ly. With a quick gesture, she unzipped his fly, inserting her hand into the opening to take his thickly jerking prick in her hand, trailing a long fingernail across the sensitive underside of it until Buzz gasped.
"Shall we?" she whispered.
"Oh, my God! Here in front of God and everybody?"
"Yes," Hedii said. "Do you want to screw me?"
"God, yes!" For the last time the vileness of what he was about to do, the sheer and utter depravity of it, flashed across Buzz's mind. He gritted his teeth.
He began to unbutton the filmy blouse, tearing at the fabric in his lust and passion. His hand slipped beneath it, cupping the snowy mound of her whitely billowing tit, squeezing it, massaging it, teasing and coaxing the small buttons of the nipples until they stiffened into alert, alive buds. He bent his head and his tongue lashed out to lave the erectly quivering mound, and then he fastened his teeth on it, as Heidi let out a stifled scream of mingled pain and pleasure.
With a quick gesture, he flung his head back, pushing Heidi away from him as he did so. "Not here," he said, his voice harsh and hoarse with uncontrolled lust
"Where?" Heidi cooed, wriggling her hips provocatively, darting her moist red tongue out at Buzz in a lewd, insolent gesture. "There is no other place unless you wish to screw me hanging from a rope in mid-air?"
He rolled her to him, grinding his aching, raging cock into the crevice between her firm young ass-cheeks. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "I can't wait. Here is fine!"
"Yesssssss!" Heidi gasped, almost breathlessly, this time as a wild excitement flowed through her body. She licked her soft lips, parting them in anticipation as Buzz lunged at her blouse again, stripped it from her tingling young body, and flung it to the edge of the ledge. His hands cupped her huge titties, kneading their soft, resilient flesh brutally until Heidi whimpered with pain.
"What's the matter?" Buzz sneered. "You've been asking for it ever since you met me at the station, you little bitch. And now, by God, I'm going to give it to you!"
"Give me what?" Heidi demanded, barely breathing the words.
"I'm going to screw you silly," Buzz hissed. He ran his hands down over the soft, sensuous flesh of her quivering belly, touching her ripe, full thighs. His two hands slipped under the elastic band at the waist of her flimsy white little panties, and with a quick jerk, peeled them down, caressing the soft, smooth cheeks of her ass as he did.
Heidi wiggled out of the soft little pile of her nylon panties at her feet, and moved back, so that the sun's golden rays washed across her voluptuous young body. Buzz sucked in his breath. Christ, she was really something! Teresa had been beautiful too, when he had first known her this way-and God damn it, she still was-but Heidi, as he'd thought when he first saw her, was a young goddess, an Aphrodite.
Her soft, smooth skin was like alabaster, made whiter by contrast with the tangle of silken hair that crowned her exquisite little pussy-mound. Her limbs were finely chiseled, as if by some master craftsman, one who had outdone himself as he sculpted them, then gone on to even greater perfection in shaping her lovely shoulders, her thighs, her hips. With all the perfection of marble she was still flesh and blood, and now her softly billowing tits rose in thrilled anticipation. This little prick-tease wants to get fucked! She really does. As much as I want to fuck her, Buzz groaned hotly to himself.
He pushed the girl slightly, and she fell backward onto the sun-warmed rocks, her legs shooting out in an obscene spread-open position as she did so, exposing the wet, tight slit of her blond-furred pussy to his fascinated eyes. While he hesitated, kneeling beside her, the girl seductively raised her hands to him-their very touch made his blood race, his cock stand up, as hard, as rigid, as an iron bar-and pulled him down beside her.
She mussed his hair with cool, sensuous fingers, murmuring something low in her throat as Buzz quickly, clumsily shed his clothes, making sure none of them fell over the side of the ledge in his haste. Oh, God, this is going to be a hot little fuck, he thought.
Heidi, her sensuous curved body stretched out on the smooth ledge, thought exactly the same thing. Oh, this is going to be good. She gasped in stunned admiration as Buzz pulled his shorts down, as she saw the enormity of the long, thick cock that extended from his loins. It was so big! So big! Bigger than any she'd ever seen. Why, her hand would barely go around it, she thought, and now she was going to take it all inside her, take the whole huge throbbing rod in her tight little cunt-hole, suck it in deeper, and deeper until it brushed against her cervix, speared into her trembling belly, and sent her into searing spasms of ecstasy. Oh, it was going to be so good-doing this for the first time with such a man, and not with one of the local boys like those she'd always done it with before.
Heidi let out a moan and then began to murmur, "So good ... so good ... so good...." in a singsong voice, bending her head to whisper in Buzz's ear, then catching his lobe between her even little white teeth, nibbling on it in much the same way as a small child nibbles on a cookie. She stopped just long enough to ask, "Like it?" before she took a swift sharp bite.
"Like it! God, I love it!" Buzz moaned. He'd never seen anything like Heidi, never dreamed she could be so hot.
"You'll like this a lot more then," Heidi murmured, gliding his head down the length of her taut, tingling body to the softly curling little pelt topping her pussy. Squirming slightly, she opened her thighs wider, and eased Buzz's head between them, until the pink, hair-lined slit of her almost baby-like cunt was only a few inches from his lips. Buzz tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry with his lust and passion, and he found it hard to breath. He groaned, and placed his two hands on the wetly throbbing edges of her pussy, parting them like the soft coral petals of some exotic jungle flower. Mewling with pleasure at this new intimacy, this new assault upon her maddened, quivering flesh, the young blonde drew Buzz's face forward further, then began to rotate her hips slowly and sensually around on the stone, as his tongue flicked out, snake-like, and whipped its way into her hot, pulsating Utile cunt.
Little gasps of ecstasy escaped from deep in her throat, and she pushed her pussy forward, pressing it against Buzz's face, while her little ass-cheeks bounced in a jerking spasm against the hard ledge. Her gasps turned into a low, guttural moan as his tongue slipped from the velvety sheath of her pussy-walls to trace the long, thin line of the wet pulsing slit, licking teasingly the full length of it, and settling at last on the tight little throbbing bud of her clit. Back and forth his tongue went, in a mad flicking that coaxed the tender little button into a ruby hardness, moved again the length of her full fleshy lips, then on to the narrow furrow between her smooth young ass-cheeks.
"Ooooooooooool Oooooohhhhhhh, Buzzz!" Heidi purred, responding to the shivering excitement shooting through her teased, tantalized body. She tangled her hands tightly in his hair, pulling him closer to her, raising her cunt to him so that his face was buried deeper between her thighs. She began to groan out something now, words that seemed somehow familiar, yet which Buzz could not fully understand because of her passion. And then it dawned on him that Heidi was begging him to fuck her.
He lifted his head from the clasping little opening of her pussy, pulling his tongue back from the moist, velvety hole. "Say it," he ordered, brusquely. "Say it to me, Heidi!"
"Oh, God! What do you want me to say?" she mumbled, her teeth clenched tightly together.
"You know, you little bitch."
"No, I don't. Really, I don't!" she panted heavier now.
"The hell you don't!" he snarled. "Say it. Say it good and loud. And say it in English!"
Heidi pulled his head back up her body, crushing it against the snowy globes pf her titties. He was lying on top of her now, her legs open, and she drew a deep breath, hesitated a moment, and then, with a sudden, wild freedom, she began to repeat, "Oh, Buzz....Fuck me....Fuck me....Fuck me!"
Her slim white hand slid the length of his torso and closed around his heavily pulsing cock. Her fingernails scratched lightly on the sensitive underside, and then she began to massage the huge shaft gently until he too groaned, with tortured delight. She stopped long enough to cup his softly dangling balls in her cool, soft hands, then stroked again his thickly throbbing dick. At last she guided it to the expectant, quivering little mouth between her widespread legs, parting her soft golden pussy-hairs with the bloated head, easing it between her body trembling cuntlips.
She gasped as the huge cunt-splitting cock slid between the juicy, narrow walls of her pussy-hole, then sank in deeper, and deeper, probing up into the very depths of her warm, soft belly. Then suddenly, she seized Buzz's hand, guided his fingers beneath her to the narrow valley between the cheeks of her smoothly curved ass, and toward the tiny little hole hid den there. My God I Was she asking him to fuck her in the ass?
Heidi answered the unspoken question, whimpering, "Yes ... oh, yes, Buzz! Please! Slip your finger up my asshole!"
An electric shock of excitement thrilled through his body at the vile request, couched in such innocence. He reached under her, searching for the tiny, gently flexing hole, and found it at last, slippery already from the trickle of dampness seeping from her hot, wet cunt. He probed at it, then with a sudden swift movement, wormed his finger in deep as the tight, elastic-like ring of flesh seemed to pop wide, opening to suck his finger in to the first knuckle.
Heidi let out a little scream, a whinny of pain that faded off into a sigh of contentment as Buzz's finger slid in all the way to the palm of his hand, while his huge iron-stiff prick fucked in and out, in and out of her drenched and throbbing little pussy. She began to writhe lustfully beneath this double ravishment of her loins, mewling ecstatically as Buzz's swollen cock invaded her wet, clasping cunt, as his finger fucked into the depths of her tightly clenching asshole.
With wanton delight, she chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and Buzz quickened his strokes, screwing deeper and deeper into her quivering little belly, shooting crashing waves of searing, indescribable joy through her whole nerve-tingling, desire-drenched body.
Again, Buzz quickened his strokes, slaving above her, arching back, drawing his thick cock almost out of her hungrily sucking cunt, spearing in again until his heavy, cum-laden balls slapped heavily down against the widespread moons of her ass-cheeks. As he thrust again, grinding hard and deep, he felt a sudden spurt of wet slippery fluid that flooded out from the tightly clinging walls of her hotly throbbing cunt, and then her obscene chant of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," turned into a long, low wail. "Ooooooooooohhhhh! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... oh, my God! I'm cummmmiiiinnnnggggggggg!"
Buzz felt the hotly scalding juices in his cum-filled balls begin to boil and churn unbearably, building to a maddening explosive pressure, then shoot the full length of his aching, bulging prick, to squirt deep into the flooded, hot recesses of the young blonde guide's desperately contracting Utile pussy. His balls jerked wildly between his legs, emptying out the last of his juices to mingle there with her own hot pussy-juices flowing warmly, gently down her pulsing inner thighs, as the girl's legs dropped lifelessly to the sides, to Ue limp and open on the ledge. Buzz eased his now deflated prick from the narrow cum-drenched channel of her cunt, and rolled over beside her, all passion spent. Good God! He'd never known anything like this. Well, he thought, he'd fucked the hot-cunted little bitch, and he'd fucked her good. He'd given her just what she'd been asking for.
And she'd given him just what he'd wanted, too.
Maybe more, he thought with a sudden frightening shock, maybe more than he'd bargained for. He just hoped that he had enough energy now to climb down this damn cliff and get back to the hotel in one piece.
CHAPTER FOUR
All the way down the cliff face, from piton to piton, all Buzz could think about was the way Heidi had responded to the fucking he had given her. Even with her working alongside him down the cliff, and later, as they made their way back to Zermatt, he could not dispel the image from his mind. The fact that her warm vibrant body was sitting next to him on the seat in the train, her naked thigh against his, made it all the worse.
He remembered the way she'd looked just a few hours before lying nakedly beneath him, her legs spread wide to expose the entire plane of her upturned pussy to him, as she'd taken his own hugely throbbing prick into her tight, clasping little cunt, remembered the mind-blowing excitement as he'd plunged into the warm, moist cavern, the indescribable ecstasy as he'd spewed his churning, boiling juices into her hungrily milking young belly. Christ, he thought, she'd been fantastic. The thought of the young blonde made his cock jerk, coming alive, stiffening into the semblance of an erection again. He wished to God they were somewhere by themselves where he could fuck her again.
He pushed himself up in his seat and looked at the passing scenery out of the train window. He could see his own face reflected back at him against the green landscape and suddenly it seemed to strike him doubly just what he'd done when he had fucked her.
This time, a stab of remorse went through him, a sense of revulsion at what he'd done. Morally, he thought, it was indefensible-screwing his friend's daughter the way he had, even if she had been begging for it. Buzz shuddered. What would happen to his marriage if Teresa found out about it?
He uttered a low moan, shocked by the realization. What if the little bitch took it into her head to tell someone about last night? What then, Buzz Cherry? He shook his head. There wasn't a single soul in Zermatt she could tell without ruining her standing in the community. Okay. So far, so good. But suppose I'm wrong, suppose she doesn't care about her standing in the community? Hell, maybe it's already so bad that a little scandal won't matter at all!
Buzz shook his head again. No, he thought, she wouldn't. She wasn't the type. At least she wasn't the type to tell just for the sake of telling. If she could get something out of it, though ... oh, my God! What if she blackmailed him? In a flash, he saw his life in ruins-his career gone, his marriage destroyed, his family disgraced. His thoughts centered on Teresa first It would destroy her to find out that he had fucked another woman.
"Oh, the hell with it" he suddenly said aloud. He was too confused by the events of the past few hours to try to work his way through the maze of fuddled thought that cluttered his mind. Leave that to the shrinks, he told himself wryly, to the wig pickers. Or else you'll be needing one, too. He shook his head again. He had more important things to think about now. First of all, what was he going to do about Heidi for the rest of his stay here? He didn't have time to reflect on that question, though, for by that time the train had pulled up into the station and people began unloading. Heidi made her excuses as soon as they got off the train and went off on some errand of her own, leaving Buzz to walk the length of the town back to the Hotel Zermatterhof. After all of the hiking he had done that day, the walk to the hotel was a cinch, but still he was glad to get there. He was really tired, more tired than he thought. Must be the high-altitude screwing, he decided with a grin, it'll get you every time.
He threw his knapsack in a chair as he entered his suite and left a trail of climbing clothes behind him as he headed for the bathroom. He took a long, steaming shower and dressed quickly. He wanted to eat dinner early so that he could get back and get some sleep, even without the mid-climb fuck each day-and he was determined it would never happen again-he was going to need all the rest he could get.
Heidi was waiting for him in the lobby as he came downstairs for dinner. It didn't seem like he could get rid of her. She was dressed in a bright little dress that clung like wet silk to her curves, or at least to those it covered. She was sitting by the front desk busily poring through a magazine. "Hi," she said, looking up as Buzz came out of the elevator. She closed the magazine and put it down on the table by the chair. "I'm hungry," she said, speaking with her mouth full. "Are you?"
Buzz shook his head. He was starving but he didn't want to get involved with her for dinner. "No," he said, "I'm not hungry."
Heidi smiled and moved closer to him, taking his arm in hers and headed him out the door. "You are lucky I'm here then. It's my duty as guide to make sure that you are in fit health for our climb." she looked up at him, smiling impishly. "I even know the perfect restaurant."
"Thanks, Heidi. I just don't feel like eating anything."
Heidi's eyes widened. "But you must!"
"I just don't feel like it"
She looked hurt, now, and suddenly wistful. "Is it because of me?" she asked, pouting slightly.
"No." Buzz cleared his throat, trying to think of what to say to her. He had to say something, for God's sake, after this afternoon. He stared at the blonde, as if the appropriate words might be written there. When he didn't see them, he cudgeled his brain, searching for them there. Finally, lamely, he announced, "I want to talk to you, Heidi."
"Oh? What about?"
"God damn it," he said, suddenly shouting. "I don't know."
"But if you don't know, they why did you say...."
Buzz took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Took, Heidi," he said at last. "I, well, about this afternoon. I'm sorry."
Heidi stared at him wide-eyed again. "You didn't like screwing me?" she asked, shaking her head in bewilderment.
"That's not the point," Buzz snapped. What the hell was the matter with her-all wide-eyed innocence now, acting as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth-only a few hours before, acting like some cheap little tart, some slut, some whore.
A tear glistened in her eye, and Buzz was immediately sorry. "Look," he said quietly. "It was wonderful. You know that. But we just can't go on like that. We've got to forget all about today on the cliff." He thought of warning her not to mention it to anyone, then decided that that would be tempting the Fates, and said nothing about it He gave her a grin. "Okay!"
"Yes, I guess so. Okay." Heidi said. Then, with a deep sigh, she added, "I don't understand."
That was certainly true, Buzz thought. She didn't understand at all. To her, what was fun was good, and fucking was fun. So he would have to take the responsibility from now on, make sure he didn't get hot to fuck around her, and lose control again. In fact, he'd better stay away from her as much as possible, except when they were on the mountain. Tonight, of course, he would have to go to dinner with her, but after that, he could not let himself see her alone. After Teresa came up, things would be different. He could start seeing her again on a social level, but until then, he wouldn't trust himself with her alone. God, the little bitch, in that sexy little outfit she was wearing, was already sending shivers of raw, animal lust shooting straight through his aching prick. Maybe he shouldn't even see her tonight.
"Look, Heidi," he said. "I'm really tired. I think I'll just go back to the room." He glanced at his watch. "Matter of fact," he added. "I might even go straight to bed."
"But Buzz," she said, lips quivering like those of a heartbroken child. "You have to eat."
He looked at her, her eyes filled with disappointment, and he realized that she really was truly upset about him not going to dinner with her, and his heart softened. What difference would one more night make?
"Okay. I'll go out tonight," he said, finally giving in and hoping he wasn't making a big mistake.
As they walked down the narrow streets, avoiding carriages and crowds alike, Buzz couldn't get the memory of Heidi-my God, he told himself, she must be a nympho or something-out of his mind. Closing his eyes as he waited for a carriage to pass, he seemed to see her superb white body, offered up to him, as it had been a few hours before, practically on a silver platter. His balls began to ache again, his prick to throb, while white-hot flames seemed to lick at his loins. He wouldn't give in, he told himself. Not this time. Other men had been faced with this situation, other men had resisted the blandishments of some cheap little whore, and he could, too. It wasn't going to be easy-no, it wasn't. But lots of things weren't easy, and he managed to make out somehow. Hell, that wasn't the word he'd meant! He took a deep breath. He wasn't going to give in to this, he told himself. By God, he wasn't!
The restaurant called the Walliserkanne, where Heidi took him, was not one of the better ones in town, but the food was more than passable, but there-were so many tourists eating there he knew no locals would be there too. He'd forgotten, though, that the lights there were so dim it was hard to read the menu, and when the waiter insisted on seating the two of them side by side in a small booth in the corner, he was afraid to make a fool of himself by protesting.
As they worked their way through a bowl of Lady Curzon soup, and wienerschnitzel and apple strudel, he felt Heidi close to him, brushing his thigh with her own slim one. He moved as far from her as possible, pleased that he could show so much restraint. But he needed a drink to keep from going out of his mind, and managed to convince himself that a bottle of white wine, so smooth, so sweet, would have a beneficial effect. He wouldn't drink much, he promised himself; he'd share it with Heidi, giving her at least half.
But Heidi merely toyed with her glass, and when the bottle was empty, Buzz realized that he had drunk it all by himself and that it was making his head spin. He'd counted on walking with Heidi around the crowded colorful streets of the village for awhile-he would have been safe with her, then-but now he didn't feel like it.
He paid the bill and left the restaurant, ungallantly letting Heidi walk by herself instead of taking her arm. He kept his eyes on the road, not daring to look at her, as they walked. But her presence was maddening, and Buzz had the awful knowledge if she came up to the room with him he could not resist her any more tonight then he had earlier in the day on the cliff.
When they reached the Zermatterhof he walked straight through the lobby to the elevator, leaving the young alpine guide behind. He could hear her behind him as he got into the elevator and he waited angrily, as the cage moved slowly up to his floor, because he could feel his control slipping steadily with each passing minute. He pulled his room key out, and with shaking hands inserted it in the lock. The fire in his loins was raging now, beyond any control, and as the blonde followed him into the living room, he slammed the door behind them, then pulled her brutally toward him. She lifted her face to his, and his lips crushed against her soft, moist mouth, then his tongue, with cruel pressure, forced it open, forced its way in, almost to her throat. After a long, wet kiss that lit white-hot flames in his seething, surging balls, his aching cock, he pushed her away, then caught her hand and pulled her after him toward the bedroom.
He fumbled for the light switch at the door of the room, but couldn't find it, swore softly, then led her into the bedroom and the bed. He fumbled again for the light switch next to the bed, then forgot it, deciding that mere moonlight would be more erotic, and moved, Heidi in hand, to the edge of the bed. He was already stripping off her flimsy little summer dress, unhooking her bra, easing the thin nylon wisp of her panties down over her round, firm thighs. When she stood before him, all her clothes in a little heap on the floor, he stared at her, as he'd been longing to do all evening. Then, as he'd also been longing to do all day, he eased her backward onto the bed and gazed hungrily at the smooth naked body that he had fucked so well on that rocky cliff above the town.
The first thing Teresa did when her train from Geneva pulled into Visp, was call the hotel and ask to speak to Buzz. He was supposed to meet her at the station in Zermatt but he couldn't if he didn't know she was coming. And for what seemed the hundredth time, there was no answer in the room, only the incessant, almost eerie, ringing.
But he had to be there. He just had to be. Even if Buzz was out for dinner, he should have left a message at the desk for her. Buzz should have been home by now. He had had a long day at climbing and he should be in his room now resting for tomorrow and the weeks to come. Why then wasn't he in the hotel?
Buzz had been in an accident! He must have had one, otherwise she would have heard from him! She brushed a tear from her eye and choked back a sob. She should have cancelled out of the Tea and come with him. Why, he may even be lying hurt at the foot of some monstrous cliff at this very moment!
Teresa moved out of the phone booth and went over to a bench on the station platform to wait for her train up to Zermatt. As she sat down, she broke into muffled sobs, dabbing at her eyes with a now-wet handkerchief, knotting it, holding it tightly against her mouth. An older woman passing the crying blonde stopped as she heard her sobs and came over to her.
"Oh, dear!" she said soothingly. "Whatever is the matter, Fraulein?"
Teresa shook her head. "Everything," she said. "Just everything," not caring if it was a stranger she was talking to or not.
"Oh, dear, now. Things can't be all that bad, now, can they?"
"Yes, they can," Teresa insisted.
"Well, suppose you tell me about it," the woman said, sitting down next to the distraught young blonde. "Maybe it will make you feel better."
"It won't," Teresa said, bursting forth into fresh tears. Nevertheless, she blurted out her story; her husband was climbing the Matterhorn and wasn't in his room and didn't seem to have been there all day, she said. At least, she couldn't reach him, "And what could have happened to him...." she hesitated, then continued. "Something must have happened to him."
"Why, he's probably gone to dinner, dear."
"But it's too late for dinner I Why, he would have eaten hours ago!"
"There, there, dear," the woman clucked, "Everything's all right with your husband. I just know it is." Teresa shook her head, refusing to believe it, as the older woman rattled on. "You just see everything in a bad light now because you're so tired, poor thing. You've come all the way from where-Geneva?"
Teresa nodded tearfully.
"Well, then, you must be tired. That is a long journey to take at night"
"Yes, it was," Teresa sniffled. "But I know something's wrong. Something has to be. Buzz doesn't answer the telephone, and he has to be at the hotel-he just has to be-because he wouldn't have gone anywhere, at this hour.
Why, he's been climbing all day and he would have been too exhausted to go anywhere. That means that something terrible has happened to him." Teresa let out a little wail of fear at what it might be. "Oh, there's been an accident. He's fallen from the mountain!" she sobbed. "Buzz has been hurt. Buzz is dead!"
"Now, now," the older woman admonished. "You're just upset by all that's happened. And do you know what I'm going to do?" When Teresa looked at her in silence she said, "Well, I'm going to get you on your train and then you will arrive in Zermatt and see that your husband is fine, that he only went out to dinner and now he is sleeping like a baby in his bed and then you, too, will get some rest. Does that sound all right to you?"
Teresa sighed. "Yes," she said. "It's just that I'm so tired." Her voice began to rise in shrill hysteria.
"That's all right, dear," the older woman said, patting her on the shoulder. "You just sit right here, and I'll go and get you your ticket for the train."
The older woman was as good as her word for she came back with Teresa's train ticket and sat with her until the train arrived. It turned out that the old woman lived one town short of Zermatt and so they rode together on the train. It was the longest hour and a half Teresa had ever spent. She was breathless when the train finally pulled into the station in Zermatt, and she trembled as she picked up her suitcase and walked to the square and waiting taxis. Her forehead was damp, and she felt a little faint. She stood still for a few seconds, waiting for the feeling to pass before she got into the carriage taxi. Then, summoning all the strength at her command, she told the driver where to go.
She barely noticed the town as she drove through it, more worried by her fear that something had happened to Buzz than enchanted by the quaint village streets. All she could see, it seemed, was the body of Buzz, a body twisted and scarred and broken. Had he fallen from the cliff? Had he, like so many other climbers, fallen to his death from some rocky precipice, hurtling to the ground below to be crushed like an eggshell? Perhaps he had worked too hard, and had had a heart attack-maybe even now he was dying, collapsed on the floor of his room with no one to help him. Something-something had happened to Buzz.
She glanced up and saw the hotel coming up. As the taxi moved into the hotel driveway, her fears lightened, her terror drifted away. Everything would be all right, she thought, blinking as if she had just seen daylight after days in a dark tunnel. She took a deep breath and felt the piston-like pounding of her heart begin to subside. Everything would be all right. She would get out of the taxi and go up to their suite and Buzz would be there, healthy and fine, the certain proof that all was well. Oh God, she hoped he was all right.
She breathed deeply in the cool night air, glanced up gratefully to see that the moon was still high, was still a ball of shining yellow. It somehow made things seem more normal to have the moon shining. She shivered a little, wrapped her coat closer around her, then started up the flagstone steps to the hotel door. She knew the suite number so she didn't have to stop at the front desk. She took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and her husband's room.
Teresa reached the door and for a moment, stood, frozen with fear, in the hallway, before she had the courage to open it, froze again before she could turn the knob, But at last, the door swung wide, and Teresa stepped inside.
She leaned against the doorjamb, weak with apprehension, listening for some telltale sound to confirm her fears. But there was nothing, and with a sigh of relief, so loud it startled her, she went inside and carefully, quietly, pulled the door closed behind her.
Teresa fumbled for the light switch, but her nervous, twisting fingers merely passed across it, and then deciding that it was not as important to find the light as it was to find Buzz, she moved away, groping toward the bedroom. Feeling her way, she moved cautiously across the room.
Teresa paused a minute there, peering into the darkness of the living room of the suite to make sure that he had not collapsed somewhere in the living room. But he wasn't anywhere in the room so she turned, and moved slowly, quietly across the floor toward the bedroom door.
There was a dim light-from the moon, Teresa was certain-creeping out from under the door to the bedroom, and she was irresistably drawn to it. At the door she paused, hand on the knob, then drew back, listening to her wildly pounding heart. Dared she enter? What would she find within?
She thought she heard a sound, listening, decided it was her heart again. But it came once more, a low moan at first, then louder, a groan, a quiet shriek. She heard the sound of bedclothes rustling, of bodies-could it be?-thrashing about. Oh, dear God! What was going on? Almost as soon as she asked herself the question, she knew the answer. Buzz was in there, desperately ill. He'd had an attack-that was it. He had worked too hard today and now it was taking its toll. He was dying.
Teresa herself felt slightly sick, and her head began to reel; nevertheless, she steeled herself for the horrible sight she knew she would face, steadied her shaking hand, turned the knob, and pushed the door open a crack.
She peered into the room, trying to make out Buzz's body by moonlight. When her eyes be came accustomed to the semi-darkness, she gasped. Dear God! He was lying there on the bed, his naked body twisted in some grotesque position. She clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, still staring in shocked horror at the bed. It seemed to her that Buzz moved-then he wasn't dead after all-and then the room brightened as the moon came out from behind a cloud and its bright beams picked out the body of a young, voluptuous girl there on the bed with Buzz, played like spilling fountain over her huge, lewdly tilted titties, lit the hard rosy little buttons of her nipples, splashed its pale white light over the rounded curves of her sensuously curved ass-cheeks.
Oh, my God! What were they doing! Oh, I know, Teresa thought. I know darned well. Little fingers of ice began to walk up her spine, sending freezing shudders through her. Yes, she knew what they were doing, too, that it would have been better if they'd been dead.
And who was the girl? In a flash, Teresa knew that, too. It was Heidi, Buzz's alpine guide! That's who it was! Oh, she hadn't had to meet the little bitch to figure that one out. No, indeed. It was as plain as the nose on her face that this wanton lewd creature who mewled with pleasure as she lay beneath Buzz was the little alpine guide he had hired to guide him up the Matterhorn. Well, it looked like the little tramp was guiding him in more ways than one! She had guided him straight to his bed!
A sob rose in her throat at the very idea of what the two were doing. To fuck, she managed to tell herself at last, cringing at the word. That was what they were doing. They were fucking. And Teresa stood frozen to the spot, watching, as Buzz stroked the softly swelling mounds of Heidi's naked tits, running his fingers delicately over the snowy-white skin, as he trailed his hand lightly over the swell of her moonlit belly to tangle it in the soft little patch of softly curling pussy-hairs at the base, as he lifted her satin-smooth ass, the twin cheeks' quivering, to cup them and crush them in his two huge hands. Oh God! If only she could stop them, put an end to this horrible, adulterous scene unfolding before her very eyes! But how? How?
Heidi writhed and twisted on the bed, sud. denly flinging her head back, whispering something-something obscene, Teresa thought bitterly-into Buzz's ear. He twisted too, moving down until he was kneeling on all fours between her widespread young legs. Now what? Teresa moaned. Oh God, now what? Warmly cascading tears flooded her eyes and coursed down her pale cheeks. Angrily she brushed them away. Now what! As if she had to ask! Oh, God, it was unbearable, watching Buzz do this to a girl who was nothing more than a hus band-stealing whore! A whore! the idea filled the older woman with fury, and she longed to leap on the bed and scratch the little bitch's eyes out, to claw her to bits, to tear her limb from limb.
She turned away, glanced back to stare in amazement at her husband's pulsing cock, it was so huge, she thought; she hadn't remembered it was so huge-jerking obscenely now as it jutted out from his loins like a spear at full tilt, to see the young naked blonde guide in a convulsive movement suddenly spread her slim legs even wider to expose the warmly trembling lips of her open cunt and the little patch of sparse silky pussy-hairs nestled around it more lewdly to her eagerly peering husband's eyes.
Teresa covered her face with her hands, choking back the sobs, then peeped through her own spread fingers at Buzz's lust-contorted face gazing spellbound at the narrow, hair-lined slit of the girl's pinkly inviting little pussy. She saw him reach forward and place his hands on the insides of her warm, milk-white thighs, spreading them even farther apart, saw his fingers, his thumbs, move to the coral lips of her cunt-saw even that it was slippery with passion-saw him draw the petal-like flesh wide apart and then, slowly, coolly, deliberately, tease the little bud within it, the small pearl of her rose-pink clit, tantalize it into a stiff, pulsating little erection.
Teresa turned away as Buzz continued to stroke, to fondle the girl's miniature phallus. A wave of faintness swept through her, making her knees buckle, her heart pound relentlessly. She leaned against the door again, her head lolling to one side. She felt a moment of panic, as the thought flashed through her tormented brain that Buzz or the nakedly spread young blonde might see her standing there watching this lewd, obscene spectacle. Feeling panic, she tried to close the door as if, somehow, by wiping the scene from her sight, she could put an end to the depraved fucking taking place within the room. But her hands hung limp at her side, refusing to do her bidding; her feet were rooted to the spot on which she stood, and she knew she could no longer move away.
She pushed the door open a crack further, and peered in again. Now Buzz's fingers were teasing again into the curls of soft golden hair of the girl's openly spread cunt-mound, now they moved once more to the hot moist slit of her eagerly trembling little pussy. He probed it gently with the tip of one finger, then began to work it into the tightly clenching little hole, twisting and turning it hotly within the narrow passage. Heidi first writhed and squirmed hesitantly under his working hand, and then, responded with moans of wild, abandoned passion to the moving finger now fucking deep into her tight little cunt-hole.
The moaning ceased as Buzz withdrew his finger from her warmly clasping young pussy to search out and caress the tiny bud of her clit again, then burrowed once more, deep inside the young, erotically twisting girl's warm, pink cunt, beginning to move slowly, rhythmically, while she squirmed lewdly about in an insane contrapuntal rhythm of her own. A warm, excitedly rising fluid seeped wetly now from her pulsing depths under Buzz's feverish fingerfucking, drenching her throbbing little cunthole and flowing down her warm, sensuous thighs.
Then Buzz's voice shattered the oppressive silence, ringing clear and cold as crystal. "I'm going to fuck you, Heidi," he said, and the words fell on his wife's ears like a cutting knife, slashing and wounding her to the center of her being. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Heidi let out a little peal of malevolent laughter. "Not even like I was-how you say it?-fucked this afternoon on the cliff?"
"Not even like you were fucked on the cliff," Buzz said, his voice low and husky, and almost brutal. "Not even like that!"
He arched back, groaning, taking his thickly pulsing cock in his hands, guiding it to the gaping opening of the young girl's hotly quivering pussy, maneuvering to ease it between her hungrily clasping cunt-lips.
With a sudden movement, Heidi pushed him downward, then quickly reached out to grasp his head between her too-cool slim hands. "Not like this afternoon," she whispered, her voice sultry. "Not like that! Like this!"
Teresa uttered a small, silent cry of shame and shock as Heidi tangled her fingers in her husband's hair, slipping, swiveling down beneath him, pulling his head down, down between her obscenely spread thighs, toward her passion-drenched young pussy-lips that waited expectantly for him below. With an anguished cry, like that of an angry bull Teresa thought, her husband thrust his face forward, and his warm, wet tongue shot out like a striking serpent, making electrical contact with the stark, upright bud of the girl's clit.
She thrashed and bucked under the delightful torment of his hotly flicking tongue, thrusting the full flat plane of her widespread pussy up to meet the assault upon her tender flesh. The sight seemed to send a blast of glacial wind rippling up the spine of the watching Teresa, raising gooseflesh on her neck and arms. Oh, God! Had Buzz no decency-no decency whatsoever?
Other men, she knew, indulged in such forbidden pleasures as sucking a woman's cunt But Buzz! Her own husband, Buzz! She remembered her own thoughts of what now seemed centuries before and yet what she knew had been only a few days. Buzz is the most considerate of men, and now he was doing-this-to the little slut, the little whore, the little bitch, whom he had hired to take him up the Matterhorn. With soul-searing anguish, Teresa watched the man she loved as he plundered the newly ripened body of this young, shameless intruder into their lives.
The pink, glistening little hole of the blonde's soft, curl-fringed pussy was now completely exposed to Teresa's gaze, and she heard, in spite of all her efforts not to, Buzz's low, appreciative grunt as his tongue darted forth, lizard-like, to slip deep up inside the wetly throbbing little mouth. Another shock went through her wildly trembling body as the blonde alpine guide responded with a lewd, delicious pleasure to the maddening sensation imparted by the man's licking, spiraling tongue. With a compulsive jerk, her legs splayed out obscenely, to hang out over the edges of the bed in limp, abject surrender to the ravishment of her loins.
Now Buzz ran his tongue up and down the wet slippery furrow, probed, explored, entered, withdrew, while the girl quivered sensuously beneath him, grinding her ass deep down into the mattress on which she lay. Once again, he began the maddening licking of her cunt lips, slithering his tongue lizard-like in and out of her passion-drenched pussy.
My God! Teresa thought. The girl-the girl is-she's insatiable! She's letting him do everything-everything-to her. And she's asking for more, too, she thought, choking back still another sob as Buzz licked at the soft folds of throbbing flesh between Heidi's outspread legs, withdrew to push her knees up against her hotly heaving tits so that he could lick at the narrow crevice between the firm white mounds of her nakedly upturned little ass-cheeks.
"What next?" Teresa moaned in despair, certain that no man-and certainly not Buzz-could ever be capable of committing further indecencies. And yet she knew the worst was yet to come, and she gritted her teeth, bracing for it-whatever it was.
There was a low groan of passion from her heavily breathing husband, and an answering one, long, drawn-out, ear-splitting, from Heidi and then her voice, panting breathlessly, "I want to do it to you too, Buzz. Please! I want to lick your cock!"
He reared back again, and Teresa saw his lust-distorted face full in the light of the yellow moon. "What is it, Heidi?" he asked. "What is it you want?" and Teresa thought, Dear God! He really wants to do this to her! He listened attentively, as if her voice would come from some immeasurable distance, for her answer.
It was a little whimper of sheer sensuality, though, when it came at last, and Teresa struggled to take in the full enormity of the girl's wickedness as she made out the whispered words.
"I want to suck you, Buzz. I want to take your big lovely cock in my mouth, and I want to nibble it and eat it and suck it." She drew in her breath, and then let it out, long and audibly. "Would you like that, Buzz?" she asked him in a low, seductive voice. "Would you?"
Teresa herself held her breath, waiting for Buzz's reply. He couldn't-he wouldn't-let her do such an outrageous thing. And then his words came to her, stinging like a slap across the face. "Oh, God!" he groaned as he rolled over on his back. "You think I wouldn't! Come on, baby. Come onl I want to slip it into you, to ram it against the back of your throat, to tickle your tonsils. Oh, my God! Would I do it, Heidi? Would I!"
Teresa was dimly aware then that Heidi was turning on the bed, rolling over, twisting, sliding down somehow to straddle Buzz's naked body, to poise herself upside down above him, head flung back, ash-blond hair streaming like that of some wild, wood-bred creature, the ecstatically quaking mounds of her tits bobbing above the head of his hugely throbbing prick. She was aware too, that Heidi took the desire-hardened shaft between her hands, ran them slowly, seductively, along the length of it while Buzz moaned again, that she crooned out words Teresa couldn't understand. Then she saw the angelic face drop forward, the little pink tongue slip between the white even teeth, lick the hungrily ovaled lips lasciviously, then quickly circle the flushed tip of the excitedly waiting cock. Her head bobbed downward now as she fully enclosed the massively throbbing member in the warm, wet confines of her mouth, licking up the tiny pearling drops of fluid that oozed hotly from it. Then again, her wet little tongue shot out, tantalizing and teasing warmly at the thickly jerking head; and when the older man moaned beneath the tormenting sensations, she once more parted her warm, moist lips, to suck his turgid, seething cock back deep up inside.
Buzz began to fuck in and out between her widely ovaled lips, thrusting up deep, withdrawing, thrusting in again, while the beautiful alpine guide continued to croon out in a muffled singsong voice that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her. He stiffened perceptibly as he looked down between them and caught sight of her sweet, innocent face, contorted wildly now with the lust of a wanton, lascivious creature. She moved her tightly locked lips up and down along the wet shaft of his heavily hardened cock, and then her hands slid beneath him, to gently cup his hotly churning cum-filled balls to massage them tenderly, sending little feather-like spasms of ecstasy through him that excited him even further.
Teresa, watching at the door, was afraid that she might faint. She wondered, vaguely, if this was the man she had married three years ago, the man whose life she had shared. There seemed to be an unbridgable gulf between the two of them now, a gulf growing ever wider. And as Heidi began to suck harder on his hugely throbbing cock, as little grunts of delight escaping his trembling lips, she saw him flex his body, raise his loins tighter to her face, then sink back against the small hands she slipped beneath him while she cupped his asscheeks in her tightly clutching little palms.
Teresa had a moment of consternation as her husband's enormously erect prick almost disappeared all the way up into the small, widely ovaled mouth of the obscenely behaving blonde-My God! Heidi will choke! Teresa thought, and then, maliciously, hoped she would-but at once dismissed the idea, knowing full well that Heidi had obviously long been accustomed to such depraved acts. And now, as the girl continued to suck frantically and Buzz wound his hands in her hair, she knew that his balls probably ached now beyond endurance, that the pressure that had built up in the cum-filled sacs could no longer be contained, and that he was going to cum-to shoot his hot, churning juice down the girl's desperately working throat. Teresa rocked back on her heels, timing her self to the lewd rhythm of Heidi's lewd sucking, Buzz's equally obscene thrusting, and then, with an anguish that struck her soul numb, she heard his wild cry: "Aaaaaggghhhhh! I'm cumming ... oh, my God! I'm cummiinng...." saw his softly dangling balls smack hard up against the girl's tiny pointed chin, saw him heave and buck in his final cum as the hot white juices shot through his shaft to spew forth in long, hotly jetting streams between the girl's widely ovaled lips.
Heidi swirled the white-hot liquid in her mouth, then swallowed rapidly, still sucking, as if she must extract each final drop from his rapidly deflating prick.
It was only then that Teresa was able to control her body and flee from the hotel suite and the horrible, obscene acts that her husband was performing with another woman!
CHAPTER FIVE
Somehow Teresa managed to stumble through the darkened living room of the suite and out into the hall without making any noise. Going down the well-lit hallway, down the elevator, was something else for it required a composure she did not feel. By the time she reached the front door, she knew that she would have to get away from the hotel before she could think rationally about the horrible scene she had just witnessed between her husband and that blonde-haired Alpine guide.
The cool night air felt good against her skin, and seemed to lessen the confusion and the shock of seeing her own husband performing vile, lewd-and yes, perverted-acts with Heidi Perrin. A gentle wind blew across her face, and she wandered out across the lawn to the street and then she just kept walking, forcing her mind to go blank. But it was no use; the sight of her own husband thrashing and bucking in his climax as he spurted his cum-juices deep into that blonde Alpine guide's throat seemed indelibly engraved on her tortured brain; the sound of his animal-like groaning assaulted her ears continually.
There were times as she walked through the dark streets of Zermatt when she wondered whether her life was still worth living, when she decided it wasn't, and when she vowed to throw herself into the freezing waters of the river that rushed down from the mountain glaciers through the town. Yet the last vestige of her inner strength restrained her. She had been hurt and humiliated, God knows, she had already borne more than any one woman should have to bear in a lifetime. Yet the final humiliation of death at her own hand, the ignominy of suicide, would have been the final disgrace. No, she would live.
But how? Where? She couldn't go back to Geneva!
Teresa looked around her, suddenly aware of how long she had been walking and where she was. She was in the small meadow she and Buzz had discovered one frosty winter night, where they had come to toboggan or just to sit and look up at the towering Matterhorn. She had found out many years ago that if she wanted to see the Matterhorn, really see it, feel its awesome presence, that this meadow was the place, for here it seemed closer, more gigantic, more alive. She felt its power again tonight, as she stood under the star-studded sky and looked up at the white moonlit mountain. The sight nearly took her breath away, for she had forgotten just how beautiful it was, especially now in the moonlight.
A shiver ran up her spine as she looked at the mountain, as though chilled at the remembrance of how many men had been lost attempting to climb it, and what the desire to climb it had done to others, including herself and her marriage.
What was she going to do?
She sat down heavily on the meadow grass, forcing herself to face some sort of reality. Well, first things first, she decided. And the first thing to do was to get some place to stay. So far, so good, she told herself, with a little tinge of pride at her inscrutable logic. Second thing? To decide who she could trust to help her out of the mess Buzz and Heidi had thrown her into. She would decide that later. Right now she would get herself a room somewhere, but where? The closest hotel was the Matterhorn Blick, and though it wasn't the best place in town, it would probably be able to put her up for the night.
She picked her way across the meadow carefully and back onto the street that would take her to the hotel. She had to pass the graveyard in order to get there, and she felt a shiver of apprehension as she passed the silent graves, some lit by candles, others dark and empty, grim reminders of the danger of challenging the Matterhorn, of trying to conquer the unconquerable.
As Teresa approached the Hotel Matterhorn Blick, she saw that their sign was still lit, and that under it was the twinkling red neon sign which read "Vacancy." She breathed a sigh of relief. What if the place had been full?
She must look a sight, she told herself, clothes crumpled, probably grass-stained, too. And she had no luggage! She had left it in the hotel suite at the Zermatterhof. What if she were refused a room, what if the desk clerk became suspicious, seeing her like this, and called the police? What would she do then?
She was on the verge of tears again-she couldn't go on, she just couldn't-oh, dear God! Why hadn't she thrown herself in the river as she'd wanted to?-and then she remembered that in hotels in Europe you could just pay in advance, as long as you had your passport, luggage didn't matter. That way, no one questioned you, and when she glanced again at the run-down hotel she'd chosen, she was sure it would be all right. If only ... She checked her wallet. Yes, it would be all right. She had plenty of money to pay for a room, and money to buy a couple of drinks, too, or even a bottle of whisky to take to her room. Certainly they would have a bottle of whisky here; they had a disco downstairs that had the reputation for being wild.
She swallowed and walked up the stairs to the hotel.
It was shabbier than it seemed from the outside, with walls painted a dirty yellow color, the floors muddy from the climbers' boots, the curtains hanging dirtily from their rods. But there was no other place for Teresa to go, especially at this hour, and anyway, she thought, I don't look so hot myself. She threw her shoulders back and smoothed her dress, and padded across the floor. In any case, she told herself, beginning to giggle, it was too late to do anything about how she looked now. Better brazen the whole thing out.
At the desk, she cleared her throat to attract the attention of the young man slumped behind it. He gave a start and looked up, blinking at her behind heavy lids, like a daytime owl, then shoved a registration form at her. Teresa thought for a moment before signing it, then wrote her name in large clear handwriting. She felt a little giddy when he said "I hope you'll like your room, Mrs. Cherry," confident enough to say "I wonder if I might get a drink around here. Oh, I know your bar is closed...." she looked around, and saw, as she suspected, that it was, "but perhaps I could get a bottle."
"Sure can, Mrs. Cherry," the concierge said. She reached in her pocket, took out her wallet, withdrew a fifty franc note. "That should cover the night," she said. She felt the nervous tension rising within her again, knew that she would soon break down once more in hysterical giggles, knew that she had to-had to-get away-get upstairs, calm herself with quantities of cognac if, hopefully, that was what the hotel would provide. The concierge disappeared; when he came back he had a bottle of cognac-thank God, Teresa breathed-in his hands. He handed it to her, as she gave him the money. He started to look for change, but Teresa wiggled her head magnanimously at him, said just as magnanimously, "Keep the change," and picked up the bottle in one hand and headed for the elevator. "I can find my way," she called back. "Don't worry about me."
"Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Cherry," the concierge called after her. "You just get a good rest. And thanks," he said, waving the bill in his hands, "thanks very much!"
Teresa found the room without too much trouble, opened the door, and went in. It was pretty plain, she told herself. But it was clean. She put the bottle down and went into the bathroom. That was pretty simple, too, and connected to the next room. Still, there were fresh towels, a cake of soap, and when she turned on the water faucet, plenty of hot water, and the concierge had assured her that the other room was empty.
She passed a washcloth over her face, and then stripped to the skin and crawled between the sheets.
The bottle of cognac stood on the night table beside the bed. Teresa reached for it, twisted the top off, and poured a couple of fingers-Hell, she thought, that's a whole hand-into the glass she'd brought from the bathroom. She drank it quickly-it felt so good, so warm, so loving going down, poured herself another, then began to sip at it more slowly.
She leaned back against the pillow, not bothering to turn off the bedside light. The whisky made her perspire-if must be at least a hundred in here, she thought-and so she pulled the top sheet back and lay on the bed, reviewing everything that had happened in the past few hours.
She saw the whole sordid scene again-was it the hundredth time she had watched it in her mind?-that lewd, lascivious fucking of the young Swiss girl with Buzz sprawled on top of her, sucking her insanely-or even worse, Buzz's huge cock plunging deep into Heidi's widely ovaled mouth as she sucked him!
Teresa gulped down the rest of the drink and poured herself another. Her head began to swim, which didn't seem strange, since it had been making a habit of doing that, but this time, Teresa felt a queer sensation in her body, too, a warm blissful tingle that spread, feather-like, throughout her, descended on little cat feet to her pussy below. As she saw again, in her mind's eye, and with unabated horror, the whole obscene picture she had witnessed such a short time before, as she saw her own husband, her own dear, devoted Buzz, ease his massive prick into the hungry widely ovaled mouth of the beautiful alpine guide, a twitch of excitement rippled through her own body. She felt drops of slippery juice oozing from her own softly pulsating cunt, filtering through the gold silk of her pussy hairs to trickle down between her thighs. A warm throbbing ache sent small waves of pleasure darting through her blood. They made the tiny bud of her clit tingle, and Teresa, without realizing it, touched it, tentatively at first, and then began to stroke it deliberately as though trying to attain the pleasure she had seen Heidi and her husband Buzz trying so obscenely to obtain.
"Well," the concierge said to himself as the blonde American girl disappeared into the elevator, "this hotel has some real weirdos-but boy, this one sure takes the cake." He scratched his head again, muttering "We've had some real strange tourists here, but this Fraulein heads the list." He rubbed his jaw, wondering where she'd come from at this time of night when there were no trains, what she was doing here. Good-looking cunt, was the next thought that crossed his mind, and then it occurred to him that she had been well-dressed-except, of course, that her clothes were as mussed as if she'd been sleeping in them. "Probably has," he told himself. But where? She looked like she had just gotten off the train, but the last one was hours ago.
The thought began to gnaw at him, like an aching tooth, an exposed nerve. God damn, it wasn't any of his business, was it?. He looked at the register that Teresa had signed. "Mrs. T. Cherry," he read. Now what the hell kind of name was that? It was even strange for an English name. Something pretty strange was going on here. Maybe he ought to go up and investigate a little, find out what was going on. Wasn't that what he was here for? Not just to hold down the desk, take care of formalities, but to make sure that nothing happened in the hotel, either. Jesus, he'd better go up right away! No mistake about that!
On tiptoe, he climbed the stairs, crept down the hall to the room next to Teresa's. All of the rooms in the hotel shared a bathroom with another room and he knew just how he could see into Mrs. Cherry's room. The transom above the door of the bathroom. If he stood on the edge of the toilet, he would be able to see into her room almost as well as if he were in it himself.
As the lewd images of Buzz's obscene sucking of Heidi's cunt flashed through her mind, Teresa went on, almost mindlessly at first, stroking the small, tingling bud of her tiny pink clit. Suddenly, in a moment of anguish and guilt, it came over her what-just what-she was doing. Hot scalding tears sprang to her eyes, and she moaned, "Oh dear God! What's the matter with me? I'm just as wicked as they are!" She muffled her sobs in the pillow, blubbering, "I'm evil and vile and filthy. Oh dear God, I'm even worse than they are." Yet she was no more able to stop herself than she had been able to walk away from the bedroom where the depraved act had taken place. "I'm evil and vile," she told herself again, but the dull, tantalizing ache of her pussy maddened her, and she went on and on, stroking and teasing her tiny, sensuously pulsing clit into a steel-like hardness. Electrifying bolts of pleasure seemed to shoot through her at her own magic touch, and she felt herself quivering like a bowstring letting loose-its arrow.
Watching through the transom, the concierge dropped his slack jaw wide in amazement. Jesus! He'd been right. Something sure was going on here. His eyes took in the magnificence of the woman's nakedly reclining body, spread out across the bed. Those tits of hers were sure something, he told himself, milk-white mounds, big and soft and bouncing now against her chest. And that lusciously curved ass of hers, too! Boy, it would be great to get his hands into the soft, pink flesh, knead those tender asscheeks and squeeze them and cup them in his own huge hands. He'd like to run his fingers up and down her hot little cunt, too, maybe even play with her asshole!
His limp cock seemed to come to life at the obscene thought, to jerk into a hard, twitching rod inside his pants. Jeez, he thought, running his tongue over his thick, slobbering lips, she's getting me all excited.
On the bed, Teresa moaned quietly as her fingers moved of their own accord against the tiny throbbing tip of her clit. Her blood raced now, pulsed with a pleasure new to her. And, her mind added, irresistible, and her other hand roamed across the nakedly sensitive flesh of her thighs, up, up, up, tracing the genUe, curving landscape of her belly, to reach the sensuously throbbing moons of her tits, to come to rest at last on one taut, blood-red nipple. Totally lost, enfolded in a cloak of pure sensual delight, she let her legs go slack, and they parted slightly so that the man peering through the transom saw, with lewd pleasure, the thin golden triangle of blonde fleece between them, the milk-white, sensuous skin of her inner thighs. Christ, he thought, drawing in his breath with a low, lewd whistling sound, this bitch is something. Better than he'd ever seen before, at least in this broken-down hotel!
Something startled him-was someone coming? And he jumped down quickly, glancing anxiously over his shouder toward the other room. But there was no one there, and he climbed carefully back on the toilet and once again peered through the transom.
Teresa started too, at the sharp, sudden sound. Oh, my God! Was someone there? Was someone watching her fingering herself-wicked, vile, vicious Teresa Cherry? The words flashed through her tortured brain yet she knew, somehow, that she didn't care. Let them watch! She was lost, thoroughly lost, as evil as any or all the others, and since that was so, nothing more mattered than extracting every ounce of pleasure from her tense, aching body.
Her legs splayed farther apart, so that now the pink, fleshy lips of her openly throbbing cunt were clearly visible to the salaciously watching concierge, the narrow, hair-lined slit laid out before him like some sensuous, sexually blossoming flower. Then Teresa parted the pink, wetly glistening edges there, and an exploratory finger wormed slowly into her throbbing cunt hole, as her pleasure mounted to an almost unbearable ecstasy. She slipped another finger into the hotly burning cavern, then a third, and the moist, tender flesh up between her legs closed greedily around them, sucking and swallowing them eagerly up inside, while at the transom window, the concierge froze with vicarious pleasure at the depraved exhibition presented to him through the glass.
A shudder of ecstasy racked Teresa's lust-excited body, and then she felt a sudden gush of warm, wet liquid flooding from deep inside the narrow sheath of her cunt, seeping forth over her lewdly impaling fingers. She groaned heavily, and grinding her ass around crazily on the mattress, moved her open pussy lips back and forth on them, back and forth, in and out, deeper and deeper. With a sudden, depraved impulse, she tore her hand from the button-hard nipple of her tit, plunged a finger into her mouth to lick and lubricate it briefly, then trailed it down her sides. She reached around under her ass to the narrow valley between the two whitely trembling cheeks and found at last the tiny puckered hole of her anus. With a little grunt of lewd abandon, she inserted her finger into her tightly resisting asshole, withdrew it at the pain, tried again, this time burrowing in slowly until the small rubbery ring surrounding it seemed to pop open, sucking her finger hungrily up into its spongy depths.
Almost mad now with the excitement of her vile abuse of her own body, Teresa rocked back and forth between her deeply imbedded fingers as she stimulated the sensitive flesh of her pussy and asshole with the twinly driving probes of her hands.
"Oh, God!" she thought, as her lust-drenched body quivered beneath the double assault. "I can't stand it any longer. I can't! I'm going to explode!" Her wail of shock and wonder split the air. "Aaaaaagh I'm making myself cum! Oh, my God! I'm making myself cum!"
She strained her dually finger-fucked-holes hard down against her rhythmically screwing fingers and then everything seemed to snap and her back arched in a quick, lewdly grinding convulsion and the exquisite joy of fulfillment crackled through her, sending sparks showering like fireworks wildly racing through her blood. They hovered there for a long instant, burning with a pleasure so intense it was almost pain, and then slowly, lingeringly, the flame subsided.
Teresa lay back, drained of all strength as her passion ebbed, and a deep contentment settled over her. Later, as she came back to reality, a shudder of horror shook her slender body, and sharp, heart-rending sobs convulsed her. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "What have I done, What ... what?" She shook her head and rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, brushing away a scalding tear. And why, she asked herself. And why?
The concierge could have answered her question. He had never seen such a wild response in a woman who was finger-fucking herself. She was like a starving man at his first meal. He just wished he could figure out some way to feed the appetite that this frau had. Maybe he could think of some way before she checked out. He would have to work on that, he decided as he climbed down off the john and headed back to the first floor and the concierge's desk. He was going to have to work on that really hard, really hard.
CHAPTER SIX
Teresa woke to the sound of the bells ringing in the Zermatt Catholic Church. Always annoying to the visitor because they were constantly ringing, they were even worse this time for the ringing seemed to go straight through her brain and echo again and again through her aching head. For a moment she didn't know where she was, the plain yellow room did not look familiar, and she could not recall how she had gotten there. She moved the heavy comforter from across her and propped herself up on one elbow, peering at the plain, sparsely furnished room. She noticed the half-empty bottle of cognac on the cigarette-scarred and burned bedside table-where had that come from? and then decided a drink might help her straighten everything out.
She swung her feet around, off the bed, and on to the floor and stood there, teetering for a minute. The glass beside the bottle of cognac looked filthy; but there should be another, a clean one, in the bathroom, she thought. She pattered across the wooden floor, pushed the door open, and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She let out a little gasp of horror.
Her lovely blond hair hung in limp, stringy strands around her shoulders, hunched forward a little now in shame. A pallor had settled over her usually glowing, cream-colored skin; beneath her eyes were deep dark circles that made her look like a reject from a horror movie.
Suddenly it all came back to her. The thought of her lewd, abandoned exploits of the night before, her shameless fingering of her own gratefully accepting pussy, sent little shudders of disgust through her. She felt dirty, that was it. The insides of her thighs were sticky from the juices of excitement that had been released when she had cum, but in addition her entire body seemed to her soiled, caked with filth. Looking at her drawn, pallid face in the mirror, she wondered again what had possessed her, what had driven her to debase herself in such a way. Her self-contempt seemed to etch deep, indelible lines in her face, and she shuddered again, feeling trapped in this cold, impersonal room which was part of some nightmare from which she would never awaken, never escape.
She wanted to wash herself, to scrub away the guilt that clung to her, although she knew she never could. Still, a bath would at leas cleanse her symbolically, and so she drew the water into the chipped enamel tub.
She stepped into the bath and lay back, soaking herself in the luxurious warmth. Her spirits began to revive and she found herself able to think more clearly. Just as she had planned each step so logically the night before-or so it had seemed-getting out of the hotel, finding a place to stay-she now plotted a way back.
There was nothing she could do about seeing Heidi and Buzz fucking-oh, she knew that. She knew, too, that she would never forget it. Still, she could brush it aside, sweep it under the rug, pretend most of the time it had never happened. It would only be in the middle of the night, when she awoke with a sick sense of shame, that the horror would encircle her trembling body again.
But this was daylight, Teresa told herself with forced cheerfulness. And now was the time to get dressed and go out and face the world.
She stepped from her bath, drying herself with the threadbare towel provided by the Hotel Matterhorn Blick, and pulled on clothes quickly, trying to think of what she was going to do now. Zermatt was so isolated from most of her friends that she didn't think she could get help or advice from any of them. They only really had two friends in Zermatt, one was Heidi's father, and seeing him was out of the question-the other was an American writer who lived in Zermatt all year around. He was really more Buzz's friend than hers, but they had always gotten along well. Yes, Lou Kennett was definitely the man. Besides, he was the only one she could see, the only one she knew. She just hoped that he would be able to help.
There was no going back to the Zermatterhof, there was no going back to her husband, not after what she had seen the night before. The marriage was over, finished, kaput. She wept a little at the thought, for herself, even for Buzz. Then she picked up the telephone and gave the concierge-it seemed to be a new one this time, the day shift, no doubt-Lou Kennett's phone number.
The concierge seemed to have trouble getting the call through, but Teresa had made it clear to him she wanted to speak to Lou and no one else. "Yes," she insisted. "It's a personal call. Yes, to Mr. Lou Kennett. I must speak to him. If he is not home, I'll call back."
She wondered vaguely if she was doing the right thing, calling Lou and not some friend down in Geneva. Wouldn't it make for complications, what with Lou being such a good friend to Buzz? She shook her head. No, it. would be all right. And it would make things so much easier for her, not only because Lou was just about the only person she knew up here, but because he was so damned nice. Teresa would be able to talk to him, spill out the whole sordid story to him, since he was a friend, and a sympathetic one at that. Lou would be okay, she decided, and patting herself on the back a little, she added to herself that for once, she, Teresa Cherry, had done the right thing.
She heard the telephone ring in Lou's chalet, then heard a woman answer in French, and then heard the concierge asking for Lou Kennett.
"Who is calling, please?"
There was a pause as the concierge checked the hotel register. "Uh," he cleared his throat. "It's Mrs. Cherry."
"Qui?"
"Mrs. Teresa Cherry!"
There was a pause, and the French woman was talking in the background.
Finally Teresa broke in, not being able to stand the wait any longer. "It's Teresa Cherry," she said. "That's right, Cherry. Mrs. Buzz Cherry. Please, please, let me speak to Mr. Kennett. It's, well, it's a matter of life and death."
The French woman hesitated, obviously trying to make up her mind as to whether or not this was some sort of joke, then with a sigh said, "One moment, please," while Teresa held her breath. But an instant later she said in a heavily accented English "Mr. Kennett will speak with you in a moment."
"Good," Teresa said with a sigh of relief. And after what seemed forever, she heard Lou Kennett's voice and began to cry a little bit and then she said, "Lou, oh Lou! This is Teresa. Teresa Cherry. I'm in terrible trouble, Lou...." she sobbed audibly, now, " ... terrible trouble, and I've got to see you, I've got to see you right away."
"My God, Teresa!" Lou sounded shocked, but he sounded sympathetic too, Teresa thought gratefully. "Have you been in an accident? Is Buzz all right?"
Teresa shook her head. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I've just got to see you, Lou."
"What hotel are you in?"
"I'm staying at the Matterhorn Blick."
"My God! What the hell are you doing in a dump like that?" And when Teresa began to cry again, Lou's voice took on a note of concern. "Teresa, I wish you would tell me what's wrong with you. Is it serious trouble? Has something happened to Buzz?"
"No. No! Of course not, Lou. It's nothing like that."
"What is it, then?"
"Oh, Lou, I can't tell you on the phone. I've got to see you. Please...." her voice trailed off in a little whimper.
"Okay, Teresa," Lou's voice was friendly again, warm, understanding. "Can you come to my chalet this afternoon? I won't leave until I've seen you."
"I'll be there," Teresa promised. And she added, in a small weak voice, "Thank you, Lou. I didn't know who else to turn to."
Jesus! Where had Heidi learned to screw like that!
Buzz thought as he rolled lazily onto his back on the bed and thought about the night before and how he had screwed Heidi Perrin. Boy, she seemed to have had plenty of practice. But somehow, when they'd fucked last night she'd made him feel it was the first time she'd ever been screwed, made him feel she'd never sucked cock before, that no man had ever licked that tight little pink pussy of hers. Well, Buzz thought, other men might have done it before he got around to her, but he'd be damned if he'd let any other man screw her from now on. God, no! He'd keep the kid so busy she wouldn't have time for anyone else. Besides, by the time he got through fucking her silly, she wouldn't even want another man. He looked at his watch. God damn, if it weren't so late, he'd slip her some right now, pull those little nylon panties of hers right off her, slide the big, bulbous head of his prick right between the hot little curl-fringed pussy-lips of her cunt, worm and burrow and snake into that tight little passage until his cock hit the back of it, and then he would fuck in and out while her warm, wet belly juices gushed around his pistoning cock ... oh, Jesus!
He turned over, shook himself and passed his hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. God damn! It was great to think about it. And even if there wasn't time for it now, there'd be plenty of time tonight. He rolled from the bed and moved lightly across the carpet to the bathroom.
As he soaped himself under the warm spray of the shower, he began to whistle, almost unconsciously, something he hadn't done for years. God! What a gorgeous little ass she had! He could almost see it now, those white, sensuous little half-melon buns that wiggled provocatively. Well, tonight he'd see that luscious ass, that was for sure. And he'd arrange things better, too. None of this going out for dinner, like he had last night, wasting all that time when the two of them could have been doing a hell of a lot better things, right here in the hotel. He might even screw her up on the cliff again like he had yesterday. And it wouldn't be long before he'd have the little alpine guide on the coral-colored couch in the living room, have her stripped of whatever sexy little outfit she was wearing! God, what was she wearing. Well, he would soon find out.
He dried himself, rubbing the fluffy pink towel briskly across his strong, muscular shoulders, his chest, his trim, flat belly-not for nothing did he exercise every day-his flanks, his sinewy thighs. Now he spread his legs, and stooped over slightly, began to massage his pubic area, patting the dangling little circles of his balls, his huge limp cock. Jesus, he thought, that beautiful blonde had taken the whole thing into her mouth last night, right up to the hilt. He patted his cock again, until the beginnings of an erection began to show. Hey, not now, he warned himself, thinking of Heidi the climbing lesson he had today. Wait until tonight!
He hurried back into the bedroom, glanced at his watch again-it was later than he'd thought-and pulled on his climbing clothes. He was still buttoning his shirt as he left the bedroom.
Heidi must have ordered a big breakfast because the smell of bacon, fresh coffee, was filling the room, making his mouth water. Boy, was he ever hungry after last night's activities. He could hardly wait to get out on the mountain and start climbing.
Just before the door into the living room suite, he stumbled over something lying on the floor. He leaned down to pick it up and found a purse lying there. Heidi must have left it there last night in their rush to get to the bedroom. He smiled and carried the bag into the living room.
"Morning," he said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Buzz!" Heidi grinned at him impishly. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine," Buzz said. "Except that you left your purse on the floor last night, and I nearly fell and broke my neck on it I hope I didn't break anything inside." He grabbed the girl, pulling her close, and she ground her hot little cunt up against his prick. He whirled her around and gave her a playful pat-a mock spank-on her jiggling little ass-cheeks. Heidi squealed and clutched her ass-cheeks protectively. "Better not do it again," Buzz warned, "or you'll get one that's for real."
"I won't do it again," Heidi promised. "Anyway," she said with a pout "I don't carry a purse, too much trouble."
"You what?"
"I don't carry a purse around," she looked at Buzz. Her eyes were serious; the game was over. "That isn't my purse," she said. "You ought to know that. Besides, I would never carry one that big. Even if I did carry one."
"Then whose...." Buzz began. He stopped short, a sick feeling creeping over him, settling somewhere around his stomach, as the memory of an argument he'd had a short time ago with Teresa came back to him, smashing into his consciousness with the full force of a hurricane.
"Teresa," he had said, looking up from a pile of cancelled checks he'd been paying, "what the hell did you buy at Dior's?"
"Oh, that! I" Teresa had said.
"Oh, for God's sake!" He had begun to lose his temper. "I know you have to buy clothes, but at Dior's? Three hundred Swiss francs?"
"Well...." Teresa began, looking innocent.
"Teresa! What did you buy that cost that much money?"
"I'll show you," Teresa said contritely. "Of course, I wouldn't have bought it if I hadn't absolutely needed it."
Buzz had groaned, half in anguish, half in disbelief as she had disappeared into the other room for a moment and come back in carrying her new purse.
"See how lovely it is," Teresa had said. "I needed a new one so badly and this was just perfect."
"My God! Couldn't you have found one at a cheaper store? The Grand Passage for instance?"
"I looked there," Teresa had said. "And I couldn't find a thing. This was the only one that would do."
So, Teresa had a purse like this. And now Buzz was standing here in his hotel suite, facing the little alpine guide he'd fucked silly the night before, holding his wife's three hundred franc purse in his hands. The purse he'd found in the hall outside of the bedroom. Which meant that Teresa had been in the suite last night; Teresa had been outside the bedroom and she had undoubtedly seen him with his face pressed up between the young Swiss girl's open thighs, his tongue lapping hotly at her little pink pussy. Jesus!
He sat down heavily, knowing, even without Heidi's frightened look, that his face had gone dead white. She poured a cup of coffee for him, urged him to drink it. "You'll feel better," she said ... but he pushed it from him, afraid to take it in his trembling hands. "Is ... is something wrong?" she asked at last.
Buzz shook his head. Everything was wrong, he thought, but it sure wouldn't help to tell Heidi about it.
She still stared at him. "Are you sick, Buzz?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm sick." He pulled himself to his feet, moved heavily across the living room toward the door. "I have to think. I'll be back later," he said. "We'll have to skip our climbing lesson today. I have to figure out what to do."
"When will you be back, Buzz?"
"I don't know," he said. And when Heidi looked as if she might cry, he added, "I really don't know. But it will probably be late. You had better get yourself down to your room after breakfast."
"What about the Matterhorn?"
"Well just have to delay it a day or so. There's something I have to straighten out first."
"Will you call me soon, Buzz?" Heidi's eyes were wide now, serious and a little frightened.
"Yes," he said. "I'll call you soon and let you know when to start my lessons again. Right now I have more important things to do," and with that he left the little alpine guide to her own thoughts, and he headed for town.
First of all, he decided, as he walked through! the crowded streets, he had to figure out who she would have gone to for help. Heidi's father would be impossible-Teresa could hardly tell him the whole story-and that only left one person, his friend Lou Kennett, the writer. It seemed an un-likely choice if she had known someone else up here, but she didn't, so it had to be him. As soon as he decided that, he stopped walking and ducked into a restaurant to use the phone to call Lou Kennett.
When the phone was answered at last, he wondered, in panic, what he was going to say to him. Well, he had to say something, he knew that, and he had to see him too. Because he knew that sooner or later Teresa would call him for advice or help. And because Lou Kennett was the only person who might-just might-be able to help him get in touch with Teresa.
"Hello, Lou," he said at last, when he had finally answered the phone. "Hello, Lou, this is....
Lou cut him off with a chuckle. "I know. Buzz Cherry."
God! That meant that Teresa had already been in touch with him, but he would play it safe just in case.
"Yeah, look, Lou," Buzz hurried on, hardly hearing. "I've got to see you. Soon. It's serious. Damned serious."
"I know it is," Lou said, sardonically.
"Well, then, can I come over to your place?"
"God, no, Buzz. Not this afternoon. I've got a deadline to meet by tonight. I have to get an article out in the mail by this evening."
Buzz's voice rose impatiently. "Well, this evening, then. I've got to see you, Lou. I've just got to."
That's for sure, Lou thought. He struggled to keep his own voice level, struggled to sound thoughtful. "I know, Buzz," he soothed him. "And I'm sorry. But this afternoon is out."
"Well, this evening, then. I'll come on over to your chalet. Or I could meet you some place, if you'd like."
I wouldn't like that at all, Lou thought. Aloud he said, "Afraid that's out too, Buzz. I have something I have to do."
"Well, when, then?" Buzz shouted angrily. "Cool it, Buzz. Cool it. Things can't be as bad as all that.' "No?"
"No. So why don't you come to my place the first thing in the morning?" He heard Buzz's mumbled assent, and put the telephone down. He really did have big plans for the rest of the day, he thought to himself. He sure as hell did. He was going to help Buzz's pretty little wife out of some problem and now he had an idea what the problem was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lou Kennett s chalet was on the other side of town from the Hotel Matterhorn Blick and though the town itself was small, it seemed to Teresa as though it took hours for her to get to Lou's chalet. She dabbed her eyes once more on his porch, not wanting Lou to see her crying, and knocked on the front door. Lou opened the door a few minutes later, a look of deep sympathy on his face, and as soon as he ushered her inside, closed the door behind her. He stretched his hands out to Teresa, put his arm around her shoulder in a friendly, even fatherly, gesture. "Oh, Teresa, my dear," he said gently. "I hate to see you like this, so overwrought. So disturbed. What on earth has hap pened to distress you so? I don't like to see you in such a state."
The hell I don't, he thought, as he settled her in a deep chair. Could anything fit in better with his plans?
He stared at her. Christ, but she was built! Even the little outfit she was wearing couldn't hide the shape of her voluptuously billowing tits, the magnificently undulating curves of her sensuous ass-cheeks, the fullness of her hips. Sitting opposite him, relaxed and at ease for the moment, she unconsciously let her legs part slightly, giving Lou a glimpse of the milk-white skin of her inner thighs. Teresa shifted in the chair, and now he saw the thin strip of her black nylon panties caught, somehow, in the narrow cleft of her little pussy, saw the fringe of silky blond fleece straggling out from the sides. Jesus! It sent boiling lava swirling through his loins, turned his balls into tender, throbbing appendages. Teresa was a hot little number-yes, she was-and he'd always known it. And he knew, too, that Buzz Cherry wasn't the man to do justice to such a voluptuous, woman. He'd been aching to remedy that situation ever since he'd met her, and the only thing that had held him back was lack of opportunity.
Well, here was opportunity knocking at his door-or at least sitting in his living room. Teresa Cherry, sobbing out her troubles to him, begging for help. Lou Kennett knew just what she needed-and advice was only the half of it. Well, he'd give her a little of both.
He leaned forward, speaking softly, soothingly, as if she were a small child. I mustn't frighten her, he told himself. I'll have to win her confidence. He cleared his throat, assuming an expression of profound interest, of deep concern, and said, "Now, my dear, perhaps you can tell me what the matter it."
He sat back, hands folded piously together, fingertips touching, and Teresa burst into fresh sobs. "There, there, my dear. Just tell me." He nodded, to show that his heart was wrung by her predicament then said softly, "I know how painful this is, Teresa, even how embarrassing for you. But I must know, after all, if I'm to help you. Now mustn't I?"
Teresa nodded and wiped her tears away once more. Then in a low voice that was almost a whisper, she launched into an account of what had happened the night before.
Lou leaned forward from time to time, to press her on some point she had brought up, to question her about some incident. "Do you mean to tell me that Buzz was actually, well, actually...." he paused, then, avoiding her eyes as if ashamed of what he must say, went on, " ... fucking-please forgive me for being so blunt, Teresa, but we must be frank, be honest with one another, if I am to help you ... isn't that so?" And when Teresa nodded, he repeated, "Buzz was fucking this, this little climbing guide he hired-what did you say her name was? Heidi-was fucking her?"
Teresa nodded, her face scarlet, her eyes downcast. "That's right," she whispered at last. "That was what he was doing."
Lou Kennett got up slowly, walked toward Teresa, took her two shoulders in both hands, stroked them gently, then released her, and went back to his chair. "Teresa," he apologized, "I'm sorry about all this. I know it isn't easy for you, but...." he waved his hand to show how helpless he was, " ... but I must know all of it if I am to give you the proper advice."
"I understand," Teresa whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Now, you say ... oh, my dear, I hate to press you on this ... but you say Buzz was actually sucking this Heidi up between her thighs, sucking her pussy, sucking her clit?"
Teresa nodded, too ashamed to speak. But Lou noticed with satisfaction that she was becoming slightly itchy too, as he forced her to describe, in lewd, obscene language, the perverted acts she had witnessed. Well, that was fine, he thought. Just fine. And as his tongue darted out to lick his lips lasciviously, he told himself that this, too, would fit in perfectly with his plans. "And then she ... this local girl, Heidi Pen-in ... she sucked Buzz's cock?" he continued.
Teresa nodded, eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at the man. "Yes," she whispered. She leaned back in her chair. She felt little sparks, like firecrackers, exploding in her blood, making her twitch and tingle. Her own pussy seemed to grow warm and moist, to quiver with an odd, unwanted anticipation. Oh, dear God! What was the matter with her? She opened her eyes, and looked up, listening to Lou Kennett
"Can you tell me about it? Tell me exactly what you saw?"
Teresa shook her head. No, I can't, she thought. I just can't go on. Surely Lou could understand without her having to go into such sordid detail.
Lou-it seemed to Teresa he must be psychic-suddenly reassured her. "No, you can't It's too painful for you, Teresa! And I have no right to ask it of you." His eyes met hers, and she felt immeasurable gratitude well up within her. Lou was a fine, decent, wonderful man! Oh, she had been right to come to him! She'd known it all along.
He placed his hands on her shoulders again and spoke to her in a calm, soothing tone. "Teresa, I'm sure I can help you. But you must trust me.
Tears of relief flooded Teresa's eyes. "I trust you, Lou," she breathed. "I do."
"Very well, then," Lou said, brisk and business-like now. "Well have to decide what we can do about this. But first things first" He came over and stood beside her again. "Would you like to go and freshen up a bit?" She nodded up at him gratefully. "Good, it'll make you feel so much better."
Lou showed her down the hall where his bathroom was located, and left her there to wash away the tears she had shed while relating her story to Lou.
Lou was in the living room, waiting for her, when she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and he led her into the spacious living-room. The lights were low, and there were logs burning in the fireplace, and music-some sentimental ballad that Teresa vaguely remembered-on the hi-fi. Lou had been busy during the few minutes she had been in the bathroom. There was even a silver tray with bottles and crystal glasses, too, on the marble table in front of the couch, and Lou poured them each a stiff drink.
"Feel better?" he asked solicitously.
"Oh, yes, much better."
Teresa sank back on the couch, relaxed, happier than she'd been in days. She felt comfortable with Lou, that was it And when she finished her drink, and he poured her another, she sipped at that one, too.
She began to feel a little giddy-it must have been the fire, along with the brandy, she thought-and things seemed to melt into one another; the room, the fire, the warmth and comfort, and the relief she felt at having Lou Kennett there. Good old Lou Kennett, she could trust Lou, and Lou was going to help her, too. It was funny, Teresa reflected, everything had seemed so God-awful until this afternoon, and now her world was rosy again. And when Lou poured another drink for her, she didn't protest at all, although she knew she was getting a little bit drunk. But it would be all right Wasn't Lou Kennett there to take care of her as her friend?
He poured her still another drink, and then he said, diffidently, "Teresa, dear, I'm going to ask you to do something for me. It's going to be painful, I'm afraid, but it's something that will help you, I'm sure." He held out his hands to her, helped her to her feet. "You will do it won't you?" he pleaded.
"Oh, yes," Teresa said. Her speech seemed a little slurred, her words a little slushy. She staggered, too, just a little, and Lou caught her and helped her across the room and into his study, where he led her to the desk. He took down a couple of large portfolios and placed them in front of her.
"It was so difficult for you to talk about-well, about the things you saw last night," he said to Teresa as if apologizing for asking her to, "that I thought it might be easier if I just showed v m some pictures of various acts and you can
;!I me if you saw them doing any of them. It will help you get things straight in your head. Make things easier for you."
Teresa's brain seemed to swim a little. What kind of pictures, for Heaven's sake? And why? Maybe he was right ... maybe if she saw them it would help her to get over what she had seen, just to know what Buzz and Heidi had done had been done by other people before!
He put his arm around her, as if to give her courage, and flipped the book open to a photograph of a young girl with her legs spread, wide, exposing the full plane of her open young cunt to the gleefully smiling face of a man just inches above it. Teresa's breath choked in her throat, and her heart began to race, as Lou's arm tightened around her shoulder. "Was this what you saw in the hotel room last night?" he asked.
Teresa nodded. "Yes," she whispered. It was lewd, disgusting, and it made her stomach churn; her very bones seemed to melt. But also, in spite of its lewdness, it sent little pinpricks of excitement rippling slowly up between her legs, an excitement she had never known before.
Lou felt the quiver that passed through her body, knew that it signaled the beginning tide of passion, one that would soon be beyond control. She's getting hot, he thought, and told himself smugly that it had been a whole lot easier than he had expected. His friend's wife was almost ready to fuck, and God knows, he'd been ready since the moment she walked in this afternoon.
He dug his fingers strongly into her shoulders now, and Teresa gasped at the sudden pressure as he forced her around to face him. His hands slid down over the gently curving mounds of her thighs, pulled inward against the sensuous half-moons of her undulating ass-cheeks, until he felt the throbbing warmth of her cunt pressing tightly against his pelvis.
Through the thin fabric of her skirt, Teresa felt the growing hardness of Lou's burgeoning, stiffening cock. She squirmed backward, knowing instinctively that she must somehow escape. Yet she was powerless to move, and when she opened her mouth to protest, she found she could form no words, and merely began to moan quietly.
Lou pressed closer, stroking her thighs more insistently now, while his bulging cock, enclosed within his trousers, nevertheless pressed, twitching and jerking, against her legs. With a swift, sharp movement, he bent his face to Teresa, fastened his mouth on hers, forced his tongue between her lips, on, deep inside, almost to her throat, and held her, gasping for breath now, in a long, wet kiss.
Little flickers of fire seemed to sputter up Teresa's spine, spreading out through all her limbs in a new wonderful thrill. Oh, it was wicked, this thing she was doing. But it was good, too. And how could she be blamed, after what Buzz had done to that nakedly squirming little blonde guide last night? Relaxing, she began to respond to the maddening touch of Lou's incessant caresses, began to tingle with delight as he continued to stroke her thighs as they stood pressed tightly together.
Almost unconsciously, she spread her legs a little, and in a moment, Lou's hand moved expertly up under her skirt, to trace the smooth, softly trembling skin of her inner thighs, to caress, ever so gently, the narrow split of her pussy between her legs, running his finger over the thin nylon band of her panties that still shielded it. Nothing seemed real to her anymore, nothing seemed important standing there, except the spine-tingling excitement of another man's burning hands and fingers exploring her body that was now as taut, as tight, as a bowstring.
And then, like just such a string, something snapped, and Teresa came back to herself with a start. My God! What was she doing? What was she thinking of? She closed her eyes, shaking her head, and the terrible sight of Buzz kneeling above the young alpine guide's nakedly squirming body, his lust-swollen cock sunk deep into her hotly sucking mouth, came back to her. Well, whatever she was doing, it was nothing compared to the evil she had witnessed the night before. Decency is done and over with, her befuddled mind proclaimed; morality is no more. And if that's so-well, why not? She relaxed again, feeling all soft and warm and wonderful inside, and then she felt Lou's fingers fumbling with the buttons on her dress, the zipper at the back. Well, why not? she asked herself again, and twisted around to make it that much easier for him.
She had a vague notion that Lou was leading her across the room to the bedroom, that he was telling her she seemed a little upset, a little unsteady, and that it would be better if she were to lie down, and she told herself that that was true, and anyway, there was nothing to worry about, was there? Not with her good friend, Lou Kennett. She could trust Lou Kennett. Hadn't she and her husband known him for three whole years? And then she was dimly aware that he had eased the dress she'd been wearing down over her hips, and tossed it somewhere on the other side of the bed in his terrible urgency to clap his huge hands over the softly rounded mounds of her heaving tits, to knead them roughly, to take the two red buds of her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and roll and tease and taunt them into stiff little erections.
With a wild motion, Lou flung his head forward, and with a strange, weird groan, he clamped his mouth over one pointed, hard little knob, and began to suck on it, while white-hot flames seemed to lick at Teresa's loins, turning her body into a molten mass of pleasure. She moaned, lying limp against the bed, eyes closed and body afire while Lou's tongue traced along the narrow furrow between her lovely tits, moving slowly, deliciously, along the smooth white skin, the little fine of fuzz on her belly. His hands slipped down, making her tingle, slipped under the elastic waistband of her black nylon panties, struggling to pull them off.
He mustn't, she told herself! Oh, no! He mustn't. But she seemed unable to speak her thoughts and listened with amazement to her own voice urging, "Hurry! Hurry!"
Lou pulled the wisp of cloth down over the whitely rounded curves of her hips, over her slim legs, eased it along until it fell into a little heap at her feet, and all the time Teresa was urging, "Hurry, hurry!" Then, as the hot air of the overheated library wafted across her exposed cunt, a ripple of delight ran through her. This, this was going to be so wonderful, she thought. She arched her naked loins upward as Lou began to caress her pussy, to twine his fingers in the soft, silken strands of golden hair that covered it.
"God, but you're a luscious woman!" he muttered admiringly, raising his head to rake her entire body with a lewd stare.
His eyes roved over her again, and then Teresa felt still different thrills pound through her as he parted the sensitive lips of her cunt and slowly, teasingly, slipped his middle finger up into its smooth liquid wetness.
As he wormed his finger further around up inside her moist, throbbing pussy, Teresa quivered again, half in fear and half in anticipation. An image of herself as a vile, wanton woman, abandoning herself to animal lust, made her cringe and try to draw away from Lou. The thought of her evilness seared her mind! Why, why was she submitting to the obscene touches of another man? Wasn't she Teresa Cherry, respectable housewife, devoted wife of Buzz Cherry?
Yes, she acknowledged with a shudder, she was. But she was also, she knew, a woman, and a woman fully aroused for perhaps the first time in her life, and when she opened her mouth to protest, the words she'd planned to say were stifled, and she could only moan "Lou, Lou," over and over, in ecstatic whispers, while she ground her hips hungrily up against his probing fingers.
Then, with a soft, wet sucking sound, Lou withdrew his finger from her cunt, and as Teresa lay helpless beneath him, he placed his hands on her firm white thighs, spread them apart until the fleshy lips of her pink little pussy pouted nakedly up at him. He knelt now between her ankles, his eyes endlessly exploring the sight of her throbbing, wet cunt, his fingers exploring the golden, softly curling pussy-hairs that fringed the wetly glistening edges of it.
The memory of the picture he had shown to Teresa such a short time before suddenly flashed through his mind. God, he'd like to do that to her-bury his face up between her thighs, burrow against the soft golden cunt hair, flick his tongue over the little pink bud of her clit, then sink it deep within her throbbing little cunt-hole. He glanced at Teresa and their eyes met, and in a flash, Teresa understood what he intended to do to her!
Oh, he couldn't! Not lick her cunt! She'd been willing to let him fuck her pussy. But lick it! "No," she whimpered, recoiling in fear and revulsion. "My God, Lou!"
"Why not?" he asked, and she caught a glimpse of sheer open lust in his eyes.
"Because it's wicked," Teresa said, the words expelled breathlessly upon the air. "It's wicked, and evil, and...." tears of shame and humiliation flooded her eyes, and then, as he slipped from the bed, moved away from the bed, moved away from her, tears of relief replaced them. Oh dear Lou! He was a good man. He wasn't going to do this awful thing to her. She'd been right to trust him.
A thin, faint sound caught her ear, and Teresa opened her eyes wide, turning to stare at Lou. Good God! He was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, hurriedly pushing his pants down around his ankles, stepping out of them. Teresa moaned in helpless frustration as Lou straightened up, and she saw his thick, huge cock, stiff as a rod beneath his shorts. He eased them down over his hips, and she gazed in fascinated horror at his heavily jutting prick. My God! It was huge! Was he really going to try-oh God, no-he would stretch her pussy terribly! No, she would never let him-she couldn't! There was still time for her to get away. She tried to pull herself up, to get to her feet, but her body was frozen with fear, paralyzed, and she sank back, trembling, completely at his mercy.
Lou knelt above the nakedly stripped woman's quaking body, again thrust his head forward as he ordered, "Spread your legs wide, Teresa, I want to look at that sweet little cunt of yours."
Whimpering, Teresa managed to do as she was told, then stifled a low groan of rising shame as her friend's face dropped forward and his tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the blondly furred lips of her quivering pussy. She ground her hips hard into the fur-covered bed, trying desperately to escape his long, sinuously worming tongue. But the maddening torture, the vile ravishment of her now aching loins continued, and Teresa could only gasp, "My God! ... oh, my God! ... oh, dear God, stop ... stop!"
But Lou's relentlessly snaking tongue continued to lick lewdly at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, to lap at the tiny bud of her clit, to dart deep up inside her throbbing, wet pussy-hole. Oh, God! It couldn't be happening. It couldn't be! And then little showers of sparks began to explode at the very center of Teresa's being, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through her whole body. The knowledge that she was enjoying-was actually enjoying-this horrible debasement of her flesh made Teresa moan in shame; the knowledge that she would not stop it, even if she'd had the power to, increased her steadily mounting humiliation.
Lou slipped his hands under her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, cupping them, squeezing them hotly in his palms, while his tongue lashed out, flicking at the fleshy pink lips of her cunt which lay open to him like a flowering rosebud ready for the picking. He grinned triumphantly and ground his hot tongue deeper and deeper into her now clasping pussy.
Teresa squirmed and thrashed beneath him, and now little mewls of pleasure escaped, unbidden, from her lips. She was as vile, as depraved, as all the other women in the world, she told herself, and yet her body was wracked with a delight she had never even dreamed of.
Her pussy was drenched now with the steaming cunt juices that seeped from it, flowered down onto her open thighs, moistened her golden fleece. Oh, dear GodI It was so horrible! And yet Teresa wanted the delicious sucking of her pussy to go on forever.
Suddenly, though, Lou pulled his head away from her hotly pulsing cunt to glare at her with now victorious eyes. Teresa let out an involuntary groan, and then, beyond all control, began to beg, "Don't stop, Lou. Oh, for God's sake, don't stop!"
Lou leered above her sadistically. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "That!"
"What's that? Tell me!" And when Teresa remained silent, the words cleaving to her tongue, he shook her roughly. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he ordered.
"I want you to keep licking my cunt!" she whimpered helplessly.
"Well, I'm not going to. Not now. I'm going to do something different. Tell me what it is, Teresa!" His voice was hard and frightening. "Tell me!" he ordered again.
"I want you to ... to...." Oh, God! She couldn't say it, couldn't utter the foul word. Yet the sight of Lou's mean, evil eyes boring into her terrified her. "I want you to fuck me," she whimpered at last.
She watched as Lou's hand reached for his massive prick extending from his loins like a brandished sword, saw him lewdly draw the foreskin back and forth, massaging the huge instrument while a few drops of lubricating fluid oozed from the hole at the tip. "Fuck you how?" he snarled.
Teresa shook her head, mesmerized by the sight of Lou's cock, unable to speak. "Fuck you how?" he repeated angrily. "Tell me how! And beg, too!"
A tremor shook Teresa's helpless body. "I want you to ... to...." She stopped for a moment and then blurted in a flurry of passion, "To fuck me, Lou. To fuck with your ... your cock ... I want you to. Oh, please, Lou! Please fuck me ... fuck me!"
"It will be a pleasure," Lou said, his lips curling in a conquering sneer. "A real pleasure!" he repeated. He grasped his throbbing shaft firmly in his hand and guided it to Teresa's excitement-drenched pussy, using the thickly throbbing head to part the soft fleshy lips. A little shiver of ecstasy shot through her at the electrifying contact, and then she gasped in pain as the lust-swollen tip pressed into the tight little opening, stretching it unbearably.
"Don't! No, don't! You're hurting me!" she screamed in anguish, then fell silent as Lou continued to thrust his pulsing cock into the narrow sheath of her cunt, inching it slowly, relentlessly in until it sank deep into her belly, filling her excruciatingly stretched pussy almost to the bursting point.
"Oh God!" she grunted again, as he flexed his cock inside her. And then, as she grew accustomed to the alien presence there, her groans tapered off into little sighs of pleasure.
Lou began to rotate his hips, grinding deep up into her open cunt mouth, until he felt the lust-swollen head press tight back against her cervix. Then, he began a slow, rhythmic rocking above her, fucking into her now warmly absorbing pussy-walls in a long, easy rhythm, while Teresa moved her hips in a similar rhythm, grinding her ass deep into the fake fur bedspread, twisting and writhing erotically about as she struggled to meet his ever-lengthening thrusts.
She'd never known anything like this, never known that this was what fucking was like, that this intense, overwhelming pleasure was what was hers by right. Yes, by right! She was not the whore she'd considered herself such a short time before when she had submitted to Lou's first tonguing of her pussy. Not a wanton, abandoned creature. Not vile, not depraved. No, she told herself again, she was no whore-she was just suddenly becoming a real woman at last!
Lou's prick fucked in and out of her wide spread cunt lips with ever-increasing force as he lengthened his stroke, then drove the hugely throbbing shaft all the way up between her thighs to the hilt. His aching, cum-filled balls smacked nakedly against the upturned cheeks of her ass, and her legs jerked out to quiver and jerk obscenely on either side of his pounding hips. Now he slipped his hand beneath her ass, slid it around to the long, narrow crevice, ran it up and down, searching, until he found the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
He stroked it gently, caressing it, sending little shocks of exquisite pleasure surging like tropical storms through her passion-drenched body. Then, with a sudden quick movement, he thrust a finger into the soft, rubbery opening of her spongy hole while Teresa cried out in pain. But as her tight little asshole became used to the lewdly invading finger, the pain melted and Teresa again felt a wonderful pleasure sweep through her body. She screwed her ass back on his hotly probing middle finger, and under this new and exquisite sensation of being impaled by the heavy cock that fucked in and out of her cunt and the finger sunk to the second knuckle in her tight little asshole, she began to lurch from side to side. Her face was contorted with her wild, passionate abandon, and suddenly she began to chant. "Ahhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhaaaa!"
Lou quickened his strokes once more, and then felt the warm slippery juices gush forth from the wide-stretched walls of her pussy, enveloping his pistoning cock. "Oh ... ooooh! Oh, God!" she screamed now. "Aaaaaaagh! My God! I'm cummin g! I'm cummmmmmmmminnnngg! Aaaaaaagh!"
As Teresa's frenzied cry split the air, Lou felt the boiling juice in his swollen, aching balls churn and bubble, and then spurt the length of his heavily pulsing cock to shoot far up into her soft, quivering belly. His cum mingled with Teresa's own in a deep, passionate pool of sheer bliss and Teresa felt more joy than she had ever known existed.
She lay back against the bed now, her limply fallen legs splayed obscenely out to the sides, as Lou slowly eased his deflating cock from her still rhythmically quivering cunt. He rolled over beside her, and stared at her rapidly heaving tits, and her voluptuous spent body, with a smile of satisfaction. Well, he thought smugly, he'd given her the fuck she'd needed so badly, and now for the other? It was about time for that, now. He slipped from the bed and began to pull on his clothes, reaching over to hand Teresa hers with a laconic "Here!"
At the sound of his voice, a sudden wave of consciousness suffused Teresa with shame. My God! What had she done! Embarrassed to meet her friend's eyes after she had let him fuck her naked body, she snatched her clothes from his outstretched hand, while she struggled into them. As she smoothed her skirt, she turned to meet his hard, cold eyes. "Teresa, my dear," he said in his usual suave, charming voice, while his mouth twitched into a smile. "Now that you're feeling better, why don't you go back to the hotel and get some rest. It is late, you know, and we could both use some sleep after the fucking we just did. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll see what I can do about your problem."
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," she mumbled tiredly. She would like to get back to her room and sleep. So many things had happened in the past couple of days, and she was going to have to sort them out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lou Kennett thought as he poured himself a cup of coffee the next morning. God, but Buzz's wife was a luscious creature, and even better in the sack then he had anticipated. It hadn't been hard to get her there, either. A little sympathy and a lot of liquor, and there she was, legs spread wide and naked cunt open to welcome him. Of course, he'd laid his plans well, he admitted to himself admiringly. Planned his lays well, too, he punned, and burst out in a gale of raucous laughter at his own joke. He was a clever guy-he was doing okay. And then he brushed his thoughts of the previous night aside to concentrate on the one to come.
Same time, same place, and the same characters, too. Teresa, he was willing to concede, might be a bit more difficult to persuade into bed than she'd been the night before-he couldn't really pull off the sympathetic friend bit with her after what had happened. Still, he would find a way. As for the others, it would be a breeze. Listen to Buzz Cherry the way he'd listened to Teresa-play again the role of the understanding friend, helpful and wise-and Buzz would snap at the bait. He could count on him to bring that young local girl along, too, and he was looking forward to meeting her. He definitely was. Lou licked his lips lasciviously, thinking of the fun the four would have at the little surprise party he was planning.
He glanced at the ticking clock on the marble mantle: ten o'clock-and all was well. Just then the front doorbell rang.
"Come on in," he shouted, and waited for Buzz to open the door.
He walked into the living room to meet him as he came in. Buzz's face was drawn and haggard, his eyes listless. He shuffled across the room, took Lou's hand and shook it lethargically. The smirk was gone from Lou's face now, replaced by a gentle, understanding smile, a gaze that assured Cherry of his deep sympathy. "What is it, Buzz?" He asked unctiously. "My God, man, you look like someone's giving you a hard time."
Buzz sat down heavily in the chair opposite the fireplace, shaking his head. "They sure are, Lou," he said at last. And then, in a voice filled with despair, he added, "I guess it's my own damn fault."
You're damn right it is, Kennett thought. But he merely nodded his head sagely and folded his hands in front of him. "Suppose you tell me about it."
Buzz reached for the mahogany cigarette box on the desk-"Mind if I smoke?"-fumbled for matches, lit up the last, and inhaled deeply. "It's about me and Teresa and Heidi-she's my climbing guide," he said, blowing a smoke ring into the air.
Lou lifted his eyebrows, pretending bewilderment. "Climbing guide, I didn't know you were going to do any climbing."
"The Matterhorn," Buzz said miserably. "I know her father and so I hired her to take me up the Matterhorn."
"Well," Lou said brightly. "That must be making Teresa a little jealous."
Buzz shook his head. "Teresa hasn't seen her yet." No, he thought, that wasn't true. But he wasn't ready to go into those details yet. "You see, Lou," he said, a plea for understanding in his voice. "Teresa had to stay in Geneva a few extra days because of a ladies' tea given by the British-American club. We decided that I would go on ahead and start training for the Matterhorn."
Lou nodded his head gravely, as if he were just beginning to get the picture. "So you were alone with, uh, Heidi, then?"
Buzz swallowed, then said in a very low voice, "That's right."
Kennett thought for a moment, and then shook his finger waggishly at Buzz. "There was a little hankypanky, without Teresa, right? Is that it?"
"Well, yes," Buzz admitted. "There was some ... some hankypanky."
Lou gave Buzz a reassuring smile. "Well, Buzz," he said, "That isn't so bad. I'll bet there would have been with any man-any normal man-" he was careful to add, "under the circumstances." He lit a cigarette himself. "I'm sure everything will be okay, as long as Teresa doesn't find out, of course."
Buzz shifted his weight in the chair, then cleared his throat. "Teresa has found out," he said miserably.
"Good Lord, man! You didn't tell her, did you?"
Buzz shook his head. "No."
"Well, then, why do you think she knows?"
"Because she saw us!"
"She saw you?"
"I think so, Lou. At least the other night, when Heidi and I were...." his voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"Screwing?" Lou asked. An almost inperceptible smile played about his lips for a moment and then, carefully, he masked it. God, he was enjoying this! Seeing Buzz Cherry squirming in embarrassment, confessing his transgressions like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"Screwing," Buzz admitted. He stared at the floor in confusion.
"So," Lou said, his voice cold and accusing now, "Teresa saw you. She walked in on the two of you, found Heidi with her pants down and you with your pecker up, is that it?"
"Yes," Buzz nodded, swallowing hard. "No, I don't know. Oh, for Christ's sake, Lou, I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything anymore."
Lou rose, as if Buzz was welcome to leave. "How do you expect me to help you, Buzz, if you're not going to level with me."
"I am leveling with you," Buzz said desperately. "Oh, God, Lou, I'm doing the best I can.
"Well, then, just tell it to me the way it happened."
Buzz took a deep breath, while his eyes swept the room, lingered to stare out the window, then, at last, filled with anguish, met Lou's. He began his story again, in a low, choked voice. "Well, Heidi and I were up in the bedroom...." he paused.
"Fucking," Lou prompted.
"Okay, fucking. And I don't know what happened, except that that's what we were doing
...." he caught Lou's scowl ... well, fucking. And then," he said, "this morning, when I went into the living room, I found Teresa's purse on the floor outside the bedroom door. So naturally I guessed she'd been in the suite. And, naturally, I guess she saw us...."Fucking?"
"Yes," Buzz said impatiently. "Fucking. So I got kind of scared about the whole thing and I put a call through to our house in Geneva-and there wasn't any answer."
"Where is Teresa now?" Lou asked, his voice full of solicitude.
"God only knows."
"That's bad," Lou said. "But it could be worse."
It seemed that another eternity passed as Buzz sat watching the expressions change-like the light at a psychedelic show-on Lou's face. Later, he was aware that Lou-his good old buddy, Lou Kennett, he thought, he's a real friend-was pouring him a drink from the bottle he took from the liquor cabinet and was patting his shoulder helpfully. Then he saw that Lou was shaking his head gravely.
"I don't know what to tell you."
"Yes," Buzz said wretchedly. "I know."
They watched each other again. Lou began to glance openly at his watch, to busy himself with stoking the fire. He excused himself and went through his mail, opening letters, reading them, making notes on some of them. God damn, Buzz thought. He's trying to get rid of me.
Well, he wasn't going. Not until Lou promised to help him out of this mess. How the hell could he go climbing with Heidi today after all that had happened last night? How?
Buzz cleared his throat, and Lou looked up. "Yes?" he asked.
"What the hell am I supposed to do, Lou?"
Lou shook his head. "I don't know, Buzz. Just hope for the best, I guess. Hope no one learns about the way you fucked this Heidi Perrin. These locals don't think much of tourists who use their women." He paused, and deep furrows wrinkled his brow. "You're in real trouble, Buzz."
"Christ!" Buzz half rose from his chair and pounded his clenched fist on the leather-covered desk. "I know that. That's why I came to see you, for Christ's sake."
Lou ignored the outburst of anger and went on, speaking calmly. "Well, I guess you'd better just hope. Maybe she'll come back-and maybe she'll forgive and forget-maybe not." He sighed. "I just don't know, Buzz. I just don't know."
He picked up another letter from the stack on the desk and opened it, watching Buzz out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He had fit another cigarette, taken a couple of puffs, snubbed it out, lit another. Scared silly, Lou thought gleefully. Well, that was just the way he wanted him.
Buzz lit another cigarette, snubbed it out angrily, sighed, then warily pushed his chair back. "I suppose you want me to go?"
"Well," Lou said, his voice contrite, his manner apologetic, "I do have rather a lot to do." He put down the letter he was holding, got up, and walked across the room with Buzz. At the door, Buzz whirled around to demand again, "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Don't do anything right now, Buzz," Lou said in an avuncular tone.
"But...." Buzz began.
Lou interrupted him. "Let me think about it Okay?" He clapped Buzz on the shoulder. "Okay."
"Good. And look, Buzz, why don't you come over to my place tonight You and Heidi? We can talk some more."
"God, yes," Buzz said, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "Well both be there."
And so will Teresa, Lou thought, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, and they were all going to have one great big party. The minute she had awakened this morning, she had promised to call, and then he was going to invite her over here for the evening, and what an evening what was going to be. An evening full of surprises for everyone!
CHAPTER NINE
Lou Kennett picked Teresa up outside of her hotel that evening. She was waiting for him on the stoop as the carriage pulled up. She had said that she would be eating at the hotel so after he helped her up onto the seat, they took off directly for his chalet, almost without saying a word.
Teresa sat beside him in the carriage, twisting her handkerchief into knots, wadding it into a little ball straightening it. God, he thought, her nerves must be as frayed as an old lamp cord. Still, there was more motivating her than fear alone, and what that was, Lou knew, was raw, animal lust. The woman was as hot, already, as a poker player with a royal flush. What would she be like later?
He'd been right about Buzz Cherry, Lou decided: he wasn't man enough to take care of this woman. You'd think Buzz would thank Lou for doing the job for him; even if he didn't, Lou was getting his own reward. And he was going to get a lot more of her hot little pussy and soon, too.
"Feeling all right, Teresa?" he asked once. But Teresa was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to answer. Dear God! Why had she called Lou in the first place?
She shook her head. It had seemed logical, this morning. She'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly terrified that he might tell someone about what she had let him do to her last night, and that the story would get back to Buzz. She couldn't let that happen-she just couldn't. She would have to see Lou again-although the idea of doing so froze her very marrow-make him swear on whatever honor he had, never, never to mention that she had gone to his chalet and let him do it to her. She had to make him promise. And now here she was, sitting in a taxi next to him, too frightened to speak. Here she was alone with him, and she remembered, with a shudder of panic, that he was heading toward his chalet.
"Oh, no!" she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
Lou put his arm around the distressed woman. "Something bothering you, Teresa?" he asked sarcastically.
Suddenly the words came tumbling forth, a gush, a torrent spilling out of Teresa's anguish. "Lou," she pleaded with him, "please, please promise me you'll never tell anyone what happened last night."
"Now why should I do that?" he drawled.
"Oh, Lou!" Teresa's eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "You won't tell! Oh, I knew you wouldn't!"
"Hold on, now!" Lou said, taking her shoulder brutally, turning her to face him. "I didn't say I wouldn't."
"But you won't?" Teresa begged.
Lou shrugged. "Depends on you," he said.
The tone of his voice chilled the blood in Teresa's veins. "What-what do you mean?"
"Just that," Lou said sarcastically. "It depends on you-and what you're willing to do to keep me from telling."
The words whirled around in Teresa's brain, and she tried desperately to put them together so that they would make sense, have meaning. When at last, at long last, she did, she felt a little sick. She looked up at the sky, and saw the moon and the stars reflecting coldly back at her, and knew that the world-the world beyond her-hadn't changed at all, and at the same time, she knew her own world could never be the same.
"What do you want me to do?" she heard someone ask, then, with a little spine-chilling laugh, realized that she herself had spoken.
"When we get to my place well discuss it," Lou said harshly.
Teresa shook her head, and when she spoke her voice was shrill and sharp. "No. No, Loul I couldn't!"
"I might have to tell Buzz, then."
"You wouldn't. You wouldn't!"
"I would."
Teresa put her trembling hand to her damp forehead. "Buzz ... Buzz will ... will...."
"What?"
"Hell hate you. Hell hate you and loathe and despise you."
"He might," Lou said. "But I don't really care. Now, on the other hand, if he hates and loathes and despises you, you're going to feel real bad about it, aren't you, Teresa?"
She huddled against the back of the seat and stayed there until the taxi pulled up in front of the writer's chalet. Finally, Lou barked, "Go inside." She climbed from the carriage, afraid to disobey, and followed him in to the house.
"Sit down!" he ordered as they entered the living room.
Gratefully, Teresa collapsed on the sofa.
"Have a drink?" Lou asked. "Do you good, Teresa."
Teresa shook her head. She'd been drunk the night before, and that had led to her shocking, her disgraceful behavior. No, thank you, she wasn't getting drunk tonight.
"Smoke, then?" He fumbled in a pocket, then held out a crumpled cigarette to her. She let Lou light it for her, and then inhaled deeply.
It tasted sweet-sweeter than any cigarette she'd ever had-and it seemed to soothe her, in a way no cigarette ever had. She wasn't so much afraid of Lou now; she even thought she was almost glad to be here. And when little thrills of excitement began to course through her at Lou's nearness, she leaned back drowsily. She noticed that the cigarette seemed to relax Lou, too, and she thought it would be nice to smoke another. "May I have another one?" she asked. "They're nice."
"A reefer?"
"I don't know what they are, but they're good," Teresa said.
"Sure!" Lou found another. "Ever had a reefer before, Teresa?"
Teresa shook her head. The word seemed familiar to her-she racked her brain to remember it-and then it seemed it had something to do with drugs, with marijuana, wasn't that it? But she thought that couldn't be, because that was illegal, even in Switzerland, and so Lou wouldn't have given her one. "No," she said at last, "I've never had a reefer before."
"You won't forget it," Lou said. He stood up and helped her to her feet and, guiding her firmly by the elbow, led her into the bedroom.
Teresa looked hazily, through her drug-dimmed eyes, around the room. This was where Lou had fucked her hungry little pussy last night. Little flashes of pleasure were traveling up and down her spine, and she gasped a little, wondering why nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Except for last night, of course. It had happened a little bit like this last night. "Didn't it, Lou?" she asked.
He looked puzzled, and that puzzled Teresa, but she forgot about that because he suddenly grasped her by the shoulder, his fingers biting deep into her soft white flesh, and he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, and then he opened it and his fingers trailed over the soft, white mounds of her tits, twisting and tweaking her ruby-red nipples, tracing the narrow, milk-white valley between the twin globes. The flashes of pleasure increased, and then there was a kind of crashing ecstasy, when Lou bent forward and his tongue flicked out at last to one nipple, whipping it into a taut little erection.
Teresa moaned, and again, as she felt her friend's hands travel down her sides, felt him slip his fingers under the waistband of her thin nylon panties, felt the sharp tug as he ripped them off. His fingers played over her smooth white hips, sending delicious thrills tiptoeing up and down her spine, and then they converged on the flat plane of her belly, slid the length of it to the soft golden pussy-hairs that grew in tiny curling ringlets over her cunt Teresa felt little sparks of pleasure exploding now between her legs, and it somehow seeped into her consciousness that this was something wicked, and her drug-distorted mind tried desperately to understand why-why-it was wicked, when it made her feel warmer and happier and more excited than she had ever felt.
And then it penetrated Teresa's reeling mind that Lou had stripped her clothing off, and she realized that she stood before him with no clothes on at all. And that, she knew, really was wicked. Why, she never even let Buzz, her own husband, her own dear husband, see her stark naked, and she let out a little cry in which shame and horror mingled, and tried to hide the little triangle of her pussy behind her two crossed hands. Lou yanked at them viciously, and Teresa cried out, this time in pain.
"I want to see you," Lou hissed, as his eyes roamed lecherously over the voluptuous curves of her firm, heavy thighs, down over her slim legs, then up again to the firmly rounded globes of her hugely billowing tits. His hands roved the length of her body now, then slipped between her legs to crawl with lust-provoking slowness along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Teresa gasped, struggling to free herself from the maddening touch of his stroking fingers, to cover her quivering little cunt from his evil, leering gaze. With a cruel, quick movement, Lou caught her slim wrists in his two powerful hands, twisting them brutally, until Teresa winced.
"I told you I want to see your pussy naked," Lou snarled again. "So what the hell did you do that for?"
The corners of his mouth curled up in a vicious grin, and even through the fog of marijuana that blurred her brain, he appeared to Teresa as a complete stranger. This cruel, evil man now grasping and kneading her tender flesh so obscenely could hardly be the man she had trusted implicitly only the day before, the friend she had poured out her troubles to, who had listened to her sympathetically, who had offered her his help, along with his friendship. Oh, God! What had come over him? And what had come over her, that she had permitted him to lick up between her legs so vilely the day before?
Teresa choked back the sob that rose in her throat, and began to plead pitifully with Lou. "Oh, God! Please stop! For God's sake, Lou I want you to stop."
"Like hell you do," Lou snapped. "You love this. You're getting fucked good for the first time in your life and you love it!"
"Oh, no!" Teresa moaned, but the little twirls of excitement that flooded her stomach belied her words, and her loins began to ache with the passion she could not suppress.
"You love it, baby. And I got news for you. That's only the beginning!"
Teresa recoiled, trembling, at his coarse, lewd words, yet her heart began to beat violently, the blood to race through her veins, as Lou's hands continued to rove over the voluptuous curves of her thighs and hips, as he slipped them around behind to cup the firm white mounds of her ass-cheeks, to trail his forefinger down the narrow protecting little valley between them.
"Ever sucked cock, Teresa?" he asked suddenly.
The question penetrated the cloud of drugs enveloping Teresa's brain, and sent a stab of revulsion, of shock, through her quaking body. He wasn't planning to make her-oh, God, no! Not that! And yet, mingled with it was a tingling excitement that Teresa fought against with all her feeble strength.
"Hey, Teresa!" Lou repeated, his voice strident with his own inherent sadism. "Teresa! I asked you a question. Ever suck cock?"
"Nooooooooo!" she stammered. "Noooooooooo!"
"It's good, Teresa. You ought to try it some time. Like now. What say you try it now?"
"No!" Teresa spat out the word this time, her eyes closed tight to shut out her shame, her humiliation.
Lou appeared not to notice. "It's good, Teresa," he said. "You'll like it. It's even better than smoking pot," he added. "Gives you more of a thrill."
Teresa shook her head, and tried again to protest. And yet her blurred mind told her that Lou was right; it would give her more of a thrill than the marijuana had, and she knew her now body aroused body could never resist this final degradation. She watched with a mixed feeling of excitement and dread as Lou pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, as he slithered out of his pants and cotton shorts.
The sight of his huge prick springing forth like a python escaping from a cage sent another spasm of excitement raging through Teresa, and when, with a flick of his wrist and the wink of an eye, Lou commanded her to take it. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and one slim, white hand darted out to encircle his hugely throbbing shaft.
"Suck it!"
"No," Teresa protested mechanically-it was wicked, something deep down inside her said-but the marijuana she had smoked now controlled her almost completely, and so she leaned forward and her tongue darted out to swipe and swirl at the hugely throbbing tip of his nakedly skinned-back cockhead. With a little moan of delight, she licked at the slippery white fluid oozing from the tiny, winking eye at the tip, swallowed it hungrily, came back for more. She paused, lifted her head, gasping for breath, and then saw the angry expression on Lou's face as he snarled, "Suck!"
In a swift thrust, Lou shoved his heavily throbbing member deep into her widely gaping mouth, while Teresa gagged and fought wildly, but briefly, to expel it. As she grew used to the presence there of this alien object, new little pools of pleasure began to whirl around her and she began to mouth Lou's prick hungrily, like a starving woman, her cheeks swelling and deflating like a pair of bellows. No, she thought now, she'd never sucked cock before, and as the short wiry hairs that surrounded his huge prick grazed her lips, as his cum-filled balls slapped heavily down against her chin, tiny little explosions of rising desire and passion were set off in her blood.
Lou jerked his hips forward and began to fuck in and out of her widely ovaled mouth, sawing back and forth as stifled gasps of pleasure escaped from Teresa's suddenly tightly clasping lips. Madly, insanely, Teresa sucked on and on, running her tongue brazenly over the sensitive flesh of his cock. It was so good, she thought, and she'd never done it before, and now the lingering fumes she had in haled as she smoked the marijuana a short while before blotted out the last vestige of restraint she might have had. Could she ever get enough of this heavenly plunging cock, that fucked deep in her throat, that withdrew to fuck in once again as her whole body trembled in a heretofore unknown ecstasy? No, Teresa thought, and she was suddenly unbearably impatient for Lou to shoot forth his thick, slippery cock-juices, to fill her mouth with the pungent liquid, pouring it down her throat in great gushing rivers while she gulped to swallow every precious drop.
And then at last-at long last, it seemed to Teresa-the moment she so longed for came, and Lou jerked his pelvis harder into her face in a wild spasm, his body tensing, arching, and then he screwed his prick deep into her mouth again, and his bloated balls spurted forth their thin, viscous juice, and she sucked at it as hungrily as before, until her cum-hungering belly was satiated and full, and as Lou withdrew his now deflated cock, she sank to the floor, while an ecstatic joy she had never known flowed through her sensually exhilarated body.
Why had she never allowed Buzz to do this to her? My God, all the pleasure they had been missing since they had been married!
Buzz Cherry rang the bell of Lou Kennett's chalet and waited. There was no answer, and he rang again, and then he knocked. When still no one came, he tried the doorknob. It turned and the door swung open. "Well," he said to Heidi who had come with him as Lou had suggested, "we might make ourselves at home until he gets here."
They sat down in the living room facing one another, saying little. After a few minutes had passed, Buzz went over to the bar.
"Something to drink?" he asked. When Heidi nodded, he poured a brandy for her, another for himself. They drank, again in silence, and Buzz poured himself a second.
He was getting impatient. What the hell had happened to Lou? And wasn't this a hell of a thing to do anyway? Invite them over, knowing how damned important it was for Buzz to talk to him, and then not to show.
He picked up a magazine, leafed through it, put it down. He lit a cigarette and smoked it. He tried to talk to Heidi, but could think of nothing to say. Anyway, he didn't want to talk to her-she had plenty of talents but like most of the locals, conversation wasn't one of them. His mind focused on what she did do well, and in spite of his worry and anguish, his prick started in again, lurching and jerking the way it did the first time he had seen the girl at the train station. Christ, he wasn't going to be able to just sit around here, staring at the sexy little alpine guide all evening. Not when she sat op posite him with her legs blatantly spread apart that way, so that he could even see the thin little cleft of her pussy out-lined against the tight strip of flimsy sheer panties between her legs. He swallowed hard and turned away, picked up another magazine, put it down, poured another drink for each of them.
Cod, his balls were aching again, his loins like cauldrons of boiling, bubbling oil. He'd like to fuck the girl right here in Lou's living room. Wouldn't that be something?
He glanced at his watch, saw that it was still early. Lou might not be back for an hour, he told himself. Even if he were, there'd be plenty of time for a quickie-and he could do without the preliminaries.
He got up and snatched Heidi's hand, pulling her to his side, and shoved her onto the couch. She fell onto it, her legs hanging open over the side. The thin nylon crotchband of her panties had somehow slipped to one side up between her thighs, and the sight of her sparsely bearded little pussy, exposed to Buzz's view, sent maddening bolts of excitement swirling through him. Quickly, feverishly, he slipped his hands under the rounded mounds of her trembling little ass-cheeks, lifted her to slip her skirt, along with her panties, off her trembling body.
In a quick, almost brutal gesture, he tore open her blouse, pulled off her bra, and then, as the sensuously curved alpine guide lay unresisting on the couch, his hands roamed over the soft, naked flesh of her young body, stroking her neck, her throat, her smooth white shoulders. He cupped a huge whitely billowing tit in his hand, then pressed his face forward to explore hers, with hot hungry lips, forcing his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of her pouting little ovaled mouth, to sink it deep inside.
He pulled his head back, twisting it and smiling to ask, "Like that, Heidi?" and was answered by Heidi's passionate low moans, her soft mewls of pleasure. His tongue sank deep into her mouth again, teasing and tantalizing, and then he ran it down the narrow valley between her milk-white titties.
Heidi squirmed under the delicious sensation of his body licking tongue, then, with a convulsive, involuntary movement, spread her legs farther apart. Buzz sank back on his heels, and fixed his eyes on the thin, tight little cunt-slit already slippery with desire, up between the girl's soft smooth thighs.
He trailed his hands over the gentle, rounded swell of her belly now, along the fuzzy little line of golden hair that led to the thin patch of fleece at the base of it. His thumbs found the soft pink edges of her cunt, pressed the wet, hair-fringed lips apart, to display the pink hole of her pussy that glistened within it, to his hungrily peering eyes. The sight of her openly exposed little cunt, as always, sent forth maddening bolts of exquisite, aching pleasure that throbbed through his balls. Then, with a low groan of passion, he moved his head forward to bury it in the widespread "V" of Heidi's open loins. His tongue darted out to find her tiny pink clit, to lave it into a taut, hard little erection, flicked out again to snake deep into her wetly throbbing pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Heidi whined under the older man's maddening invasion of her hotly pulsing cunt, at his voraciously slithering tongue. And then, only moments later, as pure delight drenched her voluptuous young body, she began to groan and squirm her hips about, and then to cry, "Oooooohhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh, God! I'm going to cummmmmm! I'm going to cuuummmmmmm!"
Jesus Christ, she's hot tonight! She's cumming already! he thought gleefully as she writhed beneath his still hotly flicking tongue, and then he tasted the warm, fresh young pussy-juices that gushed forth in her cum, to dampen the silken hairs of her cunt and spread down wetly over the smooth whiteness of her inner thighs.
Satiated, she lay back against the couch, while Buzz stared down at her nakedly prostrate body. It was his turn now, and Christ, he couldn't wait. With terrible urgency, he hoisted her legs onto the couch, spun her around so that she stretched the length of it, with the same urgency stripped off his clothes.
"Oh, God!" he groaned, and then knelt, hunched over her while Heidi trailed her nails across his chest and sides, and then, with a little groan of her own, encircled his huge, rigid prick with her small cool hand, and guided it down to the gaping little hole between her legs. He rubbed his huge prick, glistening with her pussy-juices, into her throbbing cunt lips, withdrew, then stabbed deep into the hot, wetly pulsating little hole.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...!" Heidi screamed as Buzz's enormous cock plunged deep inside her, and then, as his balls began to slap against the twin cheeks of her upturned ass, she ground her pelvis beneath him, straining, arching her loins to meet his thrusts.
He felt as if his deeply fucking prick would burst open, split down the middle, as if his aching, cum-filled balls would explode. He stroked harder, grinding his pelvis into her soft, yielding flesh, battering her quivering little pussy. Oh, my God, he thought, I just got it in her and I'm cumming ... I'm cumming too! And then the torrents of creamy hot juices surged from his aching balls and along the length of his cock to spurt wildly into the depths of the young girl's hungrily receptive belly. As at last he withdrew his deflating prick, his body went limp with exhaustion and he rolled from Heidi to He quiescent beside her.
After a few minutes, the sound of weird wails from the bedroom aroused Buzz from his torpor. He listened, puzzled. Something strange was going on. Something very strange indeed. He slipped from the couch, gathered up his tangled shirt, and held it in front of him, just managing to cover his cock, and padded out of the living room with Heidi on his heels. My God, he thought, I'll bet Lou's in there, and that he's got someone in the sack with him. Good ol' Lou, having a good fuck, too! A lewd smile spread acrosss Buzz's face. Why not just drop in on his friend, catch him in the act, and see what he had to say this time! He beckoned to Heidi to hurry, wondering vaguely who it was that was getting screwed silly by his friend.
The two paused outside the bedroom door, listening to the rapturous cries from within. Then, Buzz turned the doorknob and pushed the door open a crack. Jesus! He was right There was Lou, hunched over a woman, exploring her nakedly twisting body, running his hands over the huge, well-shaped mounds of her tits, down over her voluptuously formed thighs. God, she was built beautifully, whoever she was; he wouldn't mind getting a piece of that himself.
Watching, Buzz licked his lips lasciviously as Lou's tongue darted out to pry into the moist mouth of the woman, as his hand moved down across her belly to the lushly curling triangle of her pussy-hairs, as his fingers parted the golden strands to lay bare the long thin slit of her cunt. God, he's giving it to her good, he thought, as one finger wormed its way into the tiny, split-like hole there, plunged deep into the hot, juicy hole, twisting and turning.
The woman responded to Lou's lewd fingerfucking with screams of wild, abandoned passion, and once again he wondered who she was.
Whoever she might be, she sure was a hot little bitch, Buzz thought, as he watched her reach eagerly out to grasp Lou's thick, virile cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth, teasing him, then running one finger over the smooth rubbery head, tickling the parted little hole, running another finger along the underside of the stiff shaft. Buzz held his breath, then let it out with a low, lewd whistle. Christ, she was getting him excited again, too!
Buzz's balls began to ache again, as the woman drew Lou's huge, thickly throbbing prick toward the wetly gaping hole of her hot pink pussy, used the fleshy instrument to part her tender, hair-fringed cunt lips, then eased it gently into the warm, juicy walls of her pussy. As the burgeoning instrument sank deep into her belly, she struggled to clasp his arching back between her legs, and fully exposed her now upturned ass, the narrow crevice between the twinly quivering cheeks, even the tiny, brown-ringed hole of her ass.
Lou's cock sank in to the hilt now, fucked in and out like a piston, while the woman, oblivious to everything but the crazed desire of her lust-filled body, writhed and fucked back beneath him in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy. She grasped his naked body tighter and her fingernails raked across his naked ass, leaving red welts mingled with white scratches, while the rhythm of the couple's lewd fucking crescendoed to a climax. Then the woman's long wail of pleasure split the air.
Lou thrust his aching, plunging cock deeper, ramming it in to the soft renesses of her cervix, while she jerked and thrashed hotly around beneath him. The woman screamed again, calling, Lou! Lou! Oh Lou! and then his piercing scream of pleasure as he, too, reached climax assailed Buzz's ears. "Oh, my God! I'm cumming, too. I'm cuuuummiiinnnnnngggggg toooooooo!"
The woman jerked convulsively as Lou sent his load of hot, boiling cock-juices shooting deep up into her belly, to mingle there with her own wetly exploding pussy-juices. She lay back then, her legs splayed out obscenely, as Lou, with a final shuddering spasm, collapsed beside her on the bed.
There was a long moment of utter silence, a moment fraught with tension, a silence that could almost have been cut with a knife, as Buzz stared at the woman on the bed. Then, with a scream like that of a wounded bull, he recognized his wife. Teresa! Oh, my God! Teresa! He shook his head, trying to blot out the knowledge, to erase from his mind the lewd, unbelievable scene he had just witnessed of his own wife getting fucked half to death by their friend.
Furiously, he groped for the light switch, slammed his fist into it, flooding the room with the harsh yellow beams. Teresa opened her eyes, blinked, then let out a scream of pure terror. "Oh, my God! Buzz!"
"I'd like to know what the hell you're doing here getting the shit fucked out of you by that bastard!" Buzz bellowed, then strode across the room to yank his nakedly cringing wife to her feet. His hand slashed out, slapping her across the face, and Teresa winced and screamed in pain. "You damned little whore!" He slapped her again.
Lou watched through half-closed eyes. Then as Buzz slapped Teresa a third time, he asked laconically, "What's going on here?"
Buzz whirled, turning on Lou. "You God damned son-of-a-bitch," he snarled. "You bastard."
Lou pulled himself slowly to his feet. "Watch it, Buzz," he said. "No sense in using abusive language, is there?" he yawned. "Anyway, as for what Teresa was doing here, she was obviously getting fucked."
Buzz doubled his fist, ready to smash it into Lou's sneering face. "And what were you doing here, Buzz?" Lou asked. "Weren't you fucking too?"
Buzz's fist shot out, catching Lou on the nose. He reeled backward, clapping his hand to his face. "Careful," he warned, "I don't want to have to call the police in. Nasty business to have to call the police in."
"How about this nasty business?" Buzz asked, hitting Lou again.
"Might be difficult," Lou muttered, "but we can probably solve it." His eyes narrowed, and then, without warning, he swung on Buzz, sending him sprawling on the floor. His friend, caught by surprise, slumped helplessly against the wall.
Teresa sank back onto the bed, her face a mask of violent fury. "Yes," she screamed. "I'm a whore. That's what I am. But you're the one who made me one, Buzz Cherry! You are!" She began to sob hysterically. "Oh, I stayed home and ran the house and went to all those damned tea parties for your career, and you were off, all the time, weren't you? Just the way you were with that little slut over there!" she pointed at Heidi. 'Tucking her! That's what you were doing." A scalding tear slid down her cheeks, and she brushed it away. "Well, I'm a tramp now. And I'm going to act like one. Like the lowest kind of a tramp, too."
She stood up and sidled over to Lou. "Want to go upstairs?" she purred seductively, remembering a play she'd once seen about a brothel.
"Sure," Lou said. "How much?"
"For you I'll do it for nothing." Teresa smiled wickedly.
"What will you do?"
"Anything." Teresa repeated the word. "Anything."
"I want to fuck you in the ass." He smiled questioningly.
Teresa froze, and her blood seemed to curdle in her veins. My God! She hadn't heard Lou correctly. He couldn't have asked to sodomize her. "I ... I...." she stammered.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Lou said. "Ever done that before?" He grinned lewdly, repulsively, at her.
"Oh, no! No, Lou!"
Lou ignored her and turned to Buzz. "Ever seen your wife fucked in the ass?" he asked. "No? Well, watch this, then."
And in a voice one obeyed, he ordered, "Get on the bed, Teresa. And kneel down with your ass up in the air!"
The sheer revulsion, the terror she felt made Teresa's stomach churn, her legs wobble. The man was a maniac! He was going to fuck his cock into her asshole. And the look on his face warned her not to resist. Oh, God!
She hesitated, looking around, searching for some way out. And then she felt the sting of Lou's swift cruel slap against her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks. "Get!" he said.
"No!"
Another swift slap. "Get! And now!" and Teresa threw herself face down on the bed to escape his blows, her fearfully trembling backside naked and vulnerable now to his will.
"Spread your legs!" One more vicious blow persuaded Teresa to do as she was ordered.
"Wider!" Lou commanded, and then took her by the ankles and forced her legs farther and farther apart, until Teresa was sure she would split in two. She screamed in agony, then screamed again as Lou spread her asscheeks wide with his thumb and slowly, relentlessly, wormed a finger up into the tiny, puckered little mouth of her asshole.
She whimpered at the sharp, shooting pain as her husband's best friend gleefully probed his finger in and out between her open ass-cheeks, and then, her whimpers turned to sudden, strangely masochistic moans of pleasure as the pain subsided, and she was possessed by a marvelous growing excitement that made her tingle with ecstasy.
Lou thrust a second finger into Teresa's now wide-stretched asshole, spitting on them and working the two wetly back and forth up inside the tightly resisting ass-walls as he prepared them for the entrance of his hugely throbbing prick.
"Like it?" he demanded lewdly, skewering her on his impaling fingers. Teresa was too terrified to answer. "Like it?" Lou thundered, striking still another harsh blow against her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks.
Teresa let out a sharp scream, then sobbed, "Yes."
"That's great," Lou said, "Just great!" And then with a triumphant grin, he mounted her as if she were a dog bitch in heat, guiding his thickly swollen shaft down toward the tight little brown-ringed opening of her ass. With a quick, brutal fuck, Lou forced the blunt instrument into the tiny, futilely clenched circle, while Teresa screamed in agony as the pain seared her flesh like leaping flames.
"Oooooohhhh God!" she moaned pitifully. He was tearing her to bits back there! Her pain blended with her terrible feelings of guilt and shame and submission, and then those feelings ebbed away as a strange sexual stimulation began to posssess her. She slowly, experimentally, ground her naked ass back against him, meeting the forward thrust of his loins, then began to moan incessantly beneath him and move her ass-cheeks back in tiny teasing circles.
Oh God, she thought, she had never in her wildest dreams believed herself capable of such a perverted act as this, and yet ... and yet ... there was sheer ecstatic bliss whirling with the pain, joy mingling with the agony. She wished she could understand it, but the pleasure-pain of the moment precluded letting her thoughts dwell on the matter, and she gave herself over completely to the marvelous sensation of being lewdly ass-fucked right in the same room with her own husband watching in disbelieving shock a few feet away.
Lou's huge prick speared deep into Teresa's wide-stretched asshole, pushed almost to her pelvis, and his cum-laden balls slapped down below against her tender, sensitive cunt. Teresa, almost out of her mind now with her tormented passion, began to moan as Lou withdrew his cock almost to the tip, then rammed it deep back into the tightly gripping ass again.
Then, she suddenly felt him jerk and thrash behind her as the pendulous sac of his balls slapping against her sent their load of churning, hot cum shooting the length of his throbbing, thrusting shaft, to gush forth inside her.
Oh God! He's cumming up in my ass! she thought wickedly, and then, Oh, God! I'm cumming again, too. She jerked her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks backward against his jerking pelvis, rocking in a rhythm with his convulsive spasm, while weird wild groans escaped her wide-open mouth. A contentment, a joy, a pleasure of the highest degree seemed to well up inside her, spreading out, fulfilling her. Dimly, she felt Lou's juices flow from her plundered asshole, soothe the crevice of her widespread ass as it trickled down to brush the tender, gaping lips of her slippery cunt. She felt Lou's final withdrawal, too, hazily, as if in a dream, as he pulled his flaccid, deflated prick from die tiny, rubbery passage it had invaded so precipitately. And then she rolled over on her back, drained of energy, limp.
Then, she heard her husband Buzz's voice, cruel and savage, his words sharp and stinging as the lash of a whip. "If you're going to act like a whore," he spat at her, "your own husband might as well fuck you like one too!"
She looked up to see his lust-and hate-contorted face staring straight into hers, realized that Buzz was kneeling above her, brutally parting her thighs. "Spread your legs!" he ordered. Teresa whimpered but tried to obey, and then recoiled in fear as Buzz began to stroke his huge cock into a stiff, surging rod. Now he threw himself upon her trembling body, his hips wedging between her legs, his pelvis grinding into her squirming, defenseless pussy, Then he grasped his thick, hard prick in one large hand, guided it to his cum-flooded wife's pussy, and speared brutally against the fleshy lips there-Teresa whimpered again in pain and fear-then parted them with a violent movement that made her scream. Without a thought for her, he continued his ravishment of her fearfully quivering cunt, fucking deep up inside her, his prick smashing in as though it were a battering ram.
"Oh, God!" Teresa screamed, and began to plead, "Don't. Oh, my God, Buzz. Don't fuck me so hard, darling!"
But her pleading only enraged Buzz more, and he fucked harder and farther within her, his deeply screwing cock slashing deep into her belly like a wielded sword, until Teresa yelped with pain. "Oh, God! You're hurting me! You're splitting me wide open!"
Buzz arched backward, partially withdrew his huge, cunt-splitting cock, sent it surging in again with another swift stroke, then flexed it deep inside her greedily clasping pussy. "You're a whore," he said. "Remember?"
"No," Teresa whined. "Oh, God, no!"
"Yes! So act like a whore. Put on a show for me! Pretend you enjoy it!" He stared down into her frightened face. "Pretend you enjoy it," he repeated, "Just the way you've always pretended."
His cruel, sadistic words were like a knife plunged into Teresa's heart, sending a pain through her soul that made the pain in her flesh seem nothing. "Just the way you've always pretended!" Oh God, he was right-he was right! She'd done just that-and all the time she'd thought herself a good, exemplary wife. Instead, she had really been nothing but a whore because they always pretended too! But she hadn't been with Lou! She had felt real joy with the writer, real ecstasy, when Lou had fucked her. She had fought him, she had felt pain, but she had felt pleasure too. And yet, with her own husband! Oh God, what was the matter with her?
She lay back with her thighs open wide, tears streaming from her eyes, as Buzz began again to thrust his hips forward wildly, fucking in and out of her openly defenseless cunt like some cold, impersonal machine, his enormous prick sliding up and down her tight pussy as though he had just paid a week's salary for it. Oh, God! Why couldn't she enjoy being fucked by her own husband, when she had been raped-yes, raped-by Lou Kennett, and had thrilled to it ecstatically? She choked back her sobs. What on earth was the matter with her? She didn't know, she just didn't know.
Well, if she was a whore-and she was, she told herself, she was-she would no longer resist Buzz, and she lay back, impassively, trying des perately to shut out thought as he continued to plunder her cum-flooded cunt. He rucked in and out, and the pain she had felt before seemed to ebb away, and then, for a time she felt nothing at all. But then she felt the first faint stirrings of excitement, like those she had felt when Lou had fucked her the night before, and yes, tonight, too. They were fragile as butterfly wings, beating in her blood, but they became stronger, sending little spasms of hot, churning delight sputtering through her body. Unconsciously, even involuntarily, she began to rotate her hips, grinding her ass deep into the mattress, thrusting her loins forward to meet her husband's thrusts. And now they began to move in rhythm and a wild burst of pleasure exploded deep inside her.
Her hungrily devouring pussy clasped Buzz's fucking cock, sucking it deep into her belly, released it as he withdrew, sucked it again until it crashed heavily up against her cervix, sending overwhelming sparks of joy flowing through her veins. They rocked back and forth in their lewd fucking, and Teresa seemed to know nothing but the sheer, physical bliss of the moment.
As if from a great distance, sounds came to her, sounds, it seemed of sucking, and then it flashed through her mind that that was just what it was, that Lou had his face between the blonde alpine guide's legs, and was sucking her pussy. She hoped that they, too, were finding the sort of happiness she had found.
The sound of sucking stopped abruptly, and Teresa was aroused by the sense of touch-someone was taking her hand and opening it. She turned to see Lou beside her, realized he was curling her fingers around his own iron-stiff prick, and instinctively, she took it, began to run her fingers along the sensitive underside of his swollen shaft. Heidi seemed to be there, too, and through what was now a tangle of arms and legs and bodies, all intertwined, she saw that Lou had burrowed deep into Heidi's sweet, soft little pussy with his long, thick finger, twisting it inside the narrow little passage to bring forth mewls of pleasure from the hotly aroused young blonde, and that he was now plunging deeper and deeper into the dark, hungry cavern as he lewdly, carnally, finger-fucked her to a wildly rising state of passion.
Teresa felt the passion mounting again in her own lust-driven body too, felt Buzz's prick flex and subside while her cunt-walls tightly clung to it, cradled it in the sheath of her hot juicy pussy, felt the beginning of her own mind-blowing cum, felt the gush of juices that seeped from her cunt to flow down, bathing her husband's heavily plunging cock in their warmth and wetness. She heard Buzz's groan, knew that the tension, the ache in his cum-filled balls had now become unbearable, that he was responding to her own wild, passionate fucking in his own male way, that he, too, was ready to cum to fill her open, waiting belly with his hotly scalding juices.
At almost the same moment, Lou's prick began to jerk in her hand and flooding out over her wrist, as he, too, reached climax, and then she heard the little moans of Heidi's mounting excitement, her murmurs of intense pleasure, and then everything seemed to merge in some fantastic whirling vortex which lifted her irresistibly to heights of sensual passion heretofore unknown. It was like angelic voices singing, like the whirling of stars and the blending and changing of the most vibrant, beautiful colors in the world, it was a tingling of her flesh, a series of thrills coursing through her body that set her on fire, made her whole insides burn and sear as though the whole of her body were engulfed in the hotly consuming flames of endless passion.
She felt her husband's cum-bloated balls smacking down hard against the upturned cheeks of her ass as his massively pulsing cock penetrated deep into her belly, smashed once more against her cervix, and as his white-hot, churning cock-juices spurted out, the full length of it, to spill forth in luxurious profusion, she felt his furious bucking against her own thrashing body, and then the marvelous moment when their viscously erupting juices merged, uniting them as they had never been united before. And then the two collapsed, completely spent, as Lou and Heidi too fell back, weak and happy and above all, satisfied.
Two weeks later, Heidi Perrin and Buzz Cherry climbed the mountain. Teresa and Lou watched them from below at the foot of the Matterhorn in the shack where the climbers rested before and after their climbs. Teresa watched her husband's progress up the mountain with mixed feelings, at one moment frightened and the next proud of his accomplishment. Everything was so wonderful, as wonderful as the sunny alpine day that shone around them, and later tonight, when the two tired climbers returned to earth, there would be a celebration party that the likes of the Swiss had never seen!
