There was nothing for Lori Cameron in her apartment, she knew. She looked on the place as a tomb, silent and lonely, and she was the mummy who would slowly suffocate in it if she didn't find some means to offset her loneliness.
She stretched catlike in her seat and lit a cigarette. The flight from Las Vegas was over before she had found enough time to rest up from her farewell party at Priscilla's. The party had been a drag. That is, up until a certain point-the point where she got acquainted with her bed partner for the night.
She had remained to herself for the most part. Her aloofness had been brought on more by a sense of loneliness than by intent; her heart still ached from the sudden divorce which she had gone through.
But suddenly she had felt the nipples of her breasts liven, tingle, and the longing between her legs rise slowly like a built-in radar signalling excitement. That always happened when some young man stared at her for any length of time.
The young man at the party had been no more than twenty-one or two, tall and so well built that his shoulders seemed to almost burst through the fabric of his light dinner jacket. He looked all muscle, lean and powerful and strong.
Mentally, Lori began to undress the man, allowing herself to dwell for some moments on what he had beneath his dark, tight pants. She tried to imagine what kind of tool he had. She pictured him naked, crawling over her eager body, kissing her breasts, then her stomach.
The young man was quite a stud, she assumed. Blond blue eyes, with a gentleness to him that she could read in his manner. He moved with an easy grace, sure of himself. His eyes twinkled.
Had she been introduced to this young man when she first made the rounds of the party? Probably not. She would have remembered him. He must have arrived late.
Lori moved straight toward his staring eyes. When she stood before him, she held out her hand gracefully. "I'm Lori Cameron," she said. "I don't think we've met."
"Lee Barnett," he responded, taking her hand in his. "I just met a whole lot of you just looking across the room."
She smiled. "And how do you like me without my clothes?"
He let his eyes rove slowly from her face down to her upthrust breasts, then back again. "Are they real or synthetic?"
"You're looking at the real me," she replied. She still had her hand in his and she could feel a slight pressure as he kept his eyes on hers.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked. He nodded toward the terrace. "We could go out there."
She nodded, smiled. "I'm drinking martinis."
On the terrace, they chatted for some time. Then, after Lee had turned to put his glass down, he reached out suddenly and put both hands on her shoulders. He drew her to him, and gently brought his mouth down on hers. In a motion that was hardly noticeable, his hands slid off her shoulders and cupped her breasts; this brought only a slight murmur from her. The pressure of his kiss increased, as did the massaging movements of his hands. He found the nipples through the material of her dress, squeezing them one at a time. Gently, firmly, he continued until Lori could feel the excitement rise in her, igniting the familiar fire of passion within her. Her head spun.
Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to her, reaching for him hungrily, hoping he would never take his hands away but keep them welded to her breasts. There was a desperate longing in her that made her body writhe in response to his caresses.
They broke apart finally.
"Ooh," Lori managed hoarsely.
"That sounds as though you approve," he smiled.
He took her in his arms again, kissed her. But this time the kiss was brief and his hands did not go to her breasts.
"I-I think we'd better go back inside," she said, standing up.
He stood up, looked at her for a moment, then slowly reached out to pull her to him. "We could go somewhere else," he said. He put his lips lightly on hers, brushed them back and forth. He pulled her gently to him, felt the firmness of her breasts against his chest. He slid his hands to the small of her back and drew her hips tight against his.
She felt the lump slowly expand against her body. There was a slow grinding motion that started without either of them fully aware of it.
"Let's get out of here," he said finally.
"You want to show me your etchings, I'll bet," she smiled.
Lee looked into her eyes, held her slightly away from him.
"Stay or go?" he asked.
"The party's a drag," she said.
They slipped away from the party within minutes.
In Lee's apartment, they sat through two drinks before he leaned over and kissed her. Then his hands went to work again, coursing over her lush body with long, caressing strokes. His hand moved out to the full taut surface of one breast and he felt her shudder. He squeezed it and brought the nipple back to hardness. Then he slowly unbuttoned her dress and ran his hand into the cup of her bra.
She made no attempt at coyness, but adjusted her body so that the material of her bra loosened even more allowing his hand full access to the golden mounds.
He dropped one hand and put it on her hip, then stroked the gentle curves for a moment. Then he bunched the material of her dress in his hand and pulled it upward and the dress was suddenly over her hips He slid his hand to the silk panties and got under the elastic and caressed the smooth flesh of her beautifully formed, curvaceous buttocks.
"Mmmmm..." she murmured.
He took his hand out when she started to move rhythmically against him. Her nostrils flared as she came in close against him and pressed her body to his.
It seemed like only moments had gone by and in those blurred seconds of time their clothing somehow got piled on the floor and they found themselves lying side by side on the bed.
He caught her in his arms and pulled the hot nakedness of her body to him.
"Mmmm, you're so nice," she cooed.
"You're quite something yourself."
Then the full length of her was pressed against him.
The satin smoothness of her thighs was tight against his muscular legs and body. His stiff, hot, throbbing cock was pressed against the softness of her belly.
"Ooh, you excite me so," she murmured.
Electric currents were running up and down her spine, sparking the kisses she was dabbing on his face, neck and chest. She moved with deceptive simplicity, with a precision in her compact hips, and with a rhythm that matched his to perfection.
He adjusted himself downward, easing her away slightly so he could place the shaft of his cock against her pussy. He could feel the hot nest of hair against him now, pressing against the soft, delicate underside of his hot shaft. He kissed her. He ran his tongue into her mouth and she wrapped hers around it.
She shuddered. Her hips made slight jerking motions against him. -
He pressed his torrid, rock-hard prick against her and made urgent little thrusts in return. His mouth went to one of her luscious titties. He took the nipple between his lips, then sucked on it briefly.
"God, I'm on fire," she hissed.
Her hand snaked between their warm bodies and took hold of his burning cock. She squeezed it, a hard pressure that made him suck in his breath. She squirmed around and nested the bulbous head of his throbbing shaft in the warm folds of her pussy. Then she stopped, savoring the feel of the hot head held between the lips of her cunt.
He teased her a little. He pushed forward, kissing her rapidly, then moved away. Her hand went to the cheeks of his ass and began working the firm flesh in a desperate, kneading movement. She tugged at him, pulling him tighter against her.
"Oh, baby ... please," she murmured. "I've got to have it."
He went to the other titty and licked the hardened knob. He held his hips slightly away from her demanding thrusts, keeping the head of his cock in her just enough to make her want him even more.
"Oh, please... please let me have it, lover," she cried.
"Ummm-hmmm," he murmured.
He adjusted his body between her legs, then took each of her legs and raised them so that they rested on his shoulders. Then he slid his hands under her, taking the cheeks of her ass and holding them firmly.
"Oh, baby," she cooed. "Oh, yes ... yes ..."
"Now we're going to fuck," he said hoarsely.
"Yes... yes ... fuck."
"God, your pussy feels hot."
He moved forward a little, felt the intense heat of her inner membranes press against his own hot shaft. He moved back and forth with quick, thrusting little motions.
Lori let out a low groan from the sheer delight of it.
He worked the muscles of his cock, expanding and contracting the glans. A small droplet of semen was added to the lubricant of her own slow-oozing fluids.
"Ooh ... what ... you do to me," she groaned in agonized ecstasy. "Oh, God... let me have it!"
He slid slowly into her then without stopping, sinking his hard cock into her until he could feel the wetness and hotness of her pussy against his balls.
She lay passive until his burrowing cock was entirely inside her. Her hands were on his ass, squeezing the flesh. She felt him quiver slightly and then felt the movement of his cock respond somewhere deep inside her. She twitched the inner muscles of her pussy, gripping him in a hot flesh vise, then releasing him.
"You know how to use that thing, don't you?" he smiled.
"I think it likes you."
Lori Cameron knew why she was a woman. She knew how to use the equipment she was born with. Ever since she could remember she had been well aware of the extreme pleasure that lay between her legs. And had been the aggressor as much as the passive member of the sex act
Now she applied some of the techniques she had learned over the years. She came up for him and tugged at his ass so he couldn't move away, then moved her entire midsection in circular motions. She folded her legs so that her knees were pressed against his sides. As she thrust up to him, her knees pressured him into a flesh damp that made him grunt.
He bent his head so that he could suck on her titties; then, as the passion rose in him, he rested his head beside hers. His breathing was heavy.
Are you ... ready yet?" she asked softly.
"Ummm-hmmmm," he returned.
"Let me have it now," she murmured, quivering slightly.
She sensed how near he was to exploding as his breath sucked in suddenly and his body trembled. She took a firm hold on the cheeks of his ass and began to move her hips so that his cock slid almost out of her, then was engulfed again with an urgent upthrust of her hips.
"I want to make you come like you've never come before," she whispered. "I want you to shoot all that nice hot juice in me ... way up in me. Oh, how I love it! It's so hot."
Then their sexual rocket ship went crashing into outer space.
With an agonized groan and a stiffening of his body, he drove his hot, slippery prick into her, matting his pubic pad of hair hard against her. His balls came forward with the thrust and were pressed against the sticky cavern of her lower cunt.
Like a million watts of power had been released inside of him, the motor neurons of his body sparking like unchecked lightning, he spewed the first giant load of his gray-white glue into her tensed love chamber. The searing fluid splashed into her and made her cry out in ecstatic agony.
He grunted from the demands of the sexual dynamo that took command of his body.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, my God!"
She clutched at his ass to capture every ejaculation of hot sperm. Her eyes were pinched shut and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning, murmuring.
Like two footballs, he held the cheeks of her ass and poured his loads of juice into her, grunting with each charge.
"Uhhhhhh-mmmmph ... Uhhhhh-mmmmph," he agonized.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh-oooohhh ..."
"Ahhhhhh-hhhhh," he breathed at long last.
"Oh, lover," she murmured some time later. "Oh, my that was something. Ohhhh..."
And that was only the beginning. All through that night the two bodies found and enjoyed each other. To Lori, it was exactly the kind of night she enjoyed most.
Lee drove his head between her legs impulsively, licking at the moistened slit, taking the lips between his, nipping lightly at the hair around her pussy, then licking down below her cunt into the crevice of her ass driving her into a writhing mass of flesh with his agitated tongue.
She moaned softly while he sucked and licked on her. She directed his movements with slight nudges on the back of his head, by shifting her hips or raising her ass. She put her fingers into her pussy and held the lips apart while he licked the interior. She moved his head from side to side as his tongue washed over her entire crotch.
And then, when he was through and resting on her thigh, his face wet with the juices from her pussy and his own saliva, she shifted her body around so her face jay against his hard, throbbing cock. She just looked at it for some time, occasionally pulling it to her to lick the swollen head and then the entire length of the shaft in light, flicking licks that left him panting and squirming with desire.
"Oh, baby, baby," he groaned. "Come on, take it. flock on it for me."
"I will, darling," she said contentedly. She went down to his balls and took them in her mouth. Her tongue coiled around them and she sucked the entire bag for a time, then let it slip slowly out of her wet mouth.
He had raised his legs high in the air so that his asshole was exposed. His hands were pushing her head down toward it. He took hold of both sides of her head' and tried to force her face into the crack of his ass, but she pulled away.
"No ..." she said. "Not that way. I've never done that before."
"There's a first time for everything," he said.
1 know," she said. "But I don't do anything I don't feel like doing."
She took his huge cock in her hand and put her mouth over the enlarged head. She sucked the head for a few seconds. She took it out for a moment, swallowed, then slid it between her moistened lips. Then she began in earnest, letting his huge prick slip deep into her throat, lapping at the hot shaft vigorously, then letting it slide back out. She pumped on it with her hand, squeezing the small droplets of semen from him in a milking motion, then lapping them up eagerly as they appeared.
Finally, he patted her on the head and said, "Let's fuck some more."
"Yes, my mouth is getting tired," she said, letting the wet cock slide out of her mouth.
"Get on top. Squat over me," he ordered. "I like to drive it all the way in that way." His cock was so hard and stiff it was almost painful. He adjusted his body under her, and felt her hot juices surround his hot prick is he guided it into her.
She moaned softly as the spit-moistened rod slid easily into her waiting pussy.
He put his fingers into the wet cunt and brought it them up to his nose. He sniffed, then licked them. "I like the way you taste," he said.
He fucked her then. He held her ass and pumped her up and down on his cock. She rocked on top of him, her hands gripping his shoulders. Then she straightened her body so that she reach behind and under her to take hold of his balls. She liked seeing the tortured pleasure that stamped itself on his face as her hand fondled the warm sack.
She could not tell whether his low moans were of pain or pleasure but he did not try to stop her so she kept on. She lightened the pressure of her hand for a few moments, then tightened her grip as new passion swept through her.
His thighs went rigid. He pulled downward and then arched upward, as her hands continued rolling his balls, pulling them, raising them, pressing them into the lower portion of her pussy.
He moaned as the rising current came to the surface once more. Her face was contorted with the sensation that was racing through her. Exciting him like this sent new urgency through her. Her hips and thighs were already quivering and steaming, and now a thin sheen of perspiration covered their bodies. Her hips swayed rhythmically with the beat which their bodies had established.
"Faster!" she cried suddenly, raising up, then jabbing down again to meet him. She was in control of him, but not of herself now, for she had excited herself with the warm touch of his body and the fondling of his cock and balls.
Together, they rose to the heights of ecstasy.
Against his faint verbal demands, against his agonized groans, she jerked, jabbed, rose and fell, in a supreme effort to satisfy the raging fires of her passion. She worked for a long time, until she collapsed in a panting heap atop him. What few drops of come she had drawn from him slithered like a small silver river from the red lips of her pussy and drooled onto his slickened cock.
"Jesus," he gasped afterward.
"Ummm-hmmm," she murmured.
As she sat in the window seat of the plane, Lori recalled the events of the previous night and found herself becoming excited all over again. Her breasts throbbed against the fabric of her bra. She resisted the urge to massage the dull ache away, concentrating instead on her cigarette, trying to avoid the pain of what the future might hold for her. But the. thoughts crowded in anyway. Here she was, on her way back to New York with three years of marriage washed up on the rocks. She was only twenty-five, she thought, and had flubbed up a good marriage. What did she have to look forward to now? Only her teaching job, she realized glumly.
It wasn't that teaching high school literature was such a drag in itself. It was the kind of associates she had. Most of the teachers were older than she, and the few young ones there were did not travel in the same circles Lori did.
She sighed and looked out the window of the plane.
CHAPTER TWO
Far ahead, off the port wing, the lights of New York glowed in the darkness. She could identify the brightness atop the Empire State Building already. They'd be coming down in a few minutes. She lit another cigarette again the minute that the "No Smoking" sign came on.
Somewhere, in the glow of the city ahead, an empty apartment awaited her. She dreaded the actuality of its emptiness. Living alone-or sleeping alone-was not her idea of what life was all about.
Well, at least there wouldn't be any money worries, she thought. The one thing her ex-husband, Jim, had J. ways prided himself on was his sense of responsibility. He had made a very generous financial settlement with her, and agreed to help her out if she ever got in a tight spot. In his executive position he could easily afford it.
But how could a man just let three years of marriage run down the drain like so much dirty dishwater, she wondered. He had never really been a part of those three years, though, she recalled. They had grown farther and farther apart almost from the time of the honeymoon. His career demanded so much of his attention that he had given little to her.
So Lori had started to nag at him. On the few occasions that they went out, she had flirted openly with other men just to make Jim pay attention to her. But it had backfired, because some of the flirtations went a little farther than they were meant to. The resulting arguments had only driven Jim and Lori farther apart.
Suddenly there was an appointment with a lawyer for the two of them, then the long plane ride to Las Vegas. The brief period had sped by all too quickly, and now She was returning to the city she had always thought of as her city; Jim had promised it to her on a silver platter.
Depression settled over her like a fog bank closing in over the silver slip of the river. She was unaware that the great plane had set down, come to a stop, and had begun discharging its passengers.
The night wore a humid blanket Living for Lori was Eke drowning.
She wasn't quite certain when she first noticed Ken Bowman standing before her. But there he was, his sniffing, eagerly boyish face lit up into a grin of welcome.
Ken had been Jim's friend for a long time, even before Jim and Lori were married. But he, unlike many of Jim's other friends, had never made a pass at her, even though Lori had given him plenty of opportunities. She should have known that if anyone at all would be at the airport to greet her, it would be Ken.
She smiled at him. "Hello, Ken."
"Hello, Lori. You're looking well."
It was almost midnight when they walked through th(r) terminal and out onto the humid street and Ken flagged a cab. He told the driver to go by way of Central Park and Seventy-second Street and while the cab hummed between the lamplit green leaf walls she moved over to be kissed. He kissed her, but not much. They got out a Lori's apartment and went through the empty foyer that was not entitled to the name lobby because of its lack of square footage. Ken rang the elevator bell, a car came down, let out a surprised looking policeman (who had been on God alone could imagine what errand) and hoisted them to the sixteenth floor.
Lori kept the conversation light as they walked down the carpeted hallway. She took her key from the golden handbag and unlocked 1622, then stood aside as Ken struggled through the doorway with her luggage.
"Lori," Ken said at last. "I'm sorry. What else can I say?"
She touched his hand and said, "You're sweet, Ken. Thanks."
"Is there anything I can do, anyway I can help?"
'You're very thoughtful," she told him. 'You've already been a help by being at the airport to meet me so I wouldn't be alone."
"Heck, that's nothing."
"Can you stay a while? Have a drink or two?" "Sure, I guess so."
"I'd like that, Ken. If there's one thing I can use right now it's a drink and good company." When he didn't say anything for a time, she asked, "By the way, how's Jim?"
Ken looked at her, then down at his hands. He looked uneasy. "He's, ah, getting married," he said softly.
His words shot through her like a red-hot poker. Sudden jealousy blazed in her eyes. "Getting married? So soon? To whom?"
"A girl in the office-Lil Turner."
Lori had met Lil several times. Lil was a stenographer at first, then had been given the job of Jim's personal secretary. She was a pretty girl, winsome, willowy, with eyes of dancing blue, and honey-blonde hair cut short. Cute.
"What in heaven's name does Jim want with her?" Lori said, her voice revealing her anger.
Ken shrugged. "The usual thing, I guess," he said.
"He had all he wanted right here," she snapped.
"She's kind of pretty," Ken offered.
"I didn't think much of her. Maybe she's got something we don't know about. Well, if that's what he wants, he can have her."
Ken took off his coat and tossed it idly over the back of a chair. Then he went to the small bar in the far corner of the room and began fixing drinks. "Still on martinis?" he asked.
"And double."
While she got out of her traveling clothes, he finished mixing a pitcher of martinis and took two filled glasses to the couch and sat down. She returned shortly. She was wearing a robe over her underclothes.
"I hope you don't mind the informality, but I'm far more comfortable this way."
He looked her and smiled approvingly. "I'll drink to that outfit any day." He raised his glass and took a sip.
"Cheers." She raised her glass and drank half her drink. She took the glass away from her lips a moment, looked at it, then drained it. "That's what I needed."
Ken took her empty glass and filled it at the bar. When he sat down Lori noticed that he sat closer to her.
That was not like Ken, she thought. But maybe now that she was a free woman he felt more like doing some thing about all the flirting she had done with him in the past.
"I hope you have nothing important to do," she said "I'd like you to stay awhile with me. I don't think I could stand being alone tonight." She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. Her eyes dropped away from his face and fell to studying his hand. The fingers were blunt, thick. There were heavy black hairs standing out in little tufts on the backs of the fingers.
A shiver ran through her and her nipples began to burn slightly, like embers laid on dry wood. Soon the sex pain would become unbearable. Cool, moist lip would soothe the burning ache, she thought. Firm hand would mold the mounds into scorching peaks of ecstasy.
"Oh, I can stay awhile," he said. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so I don't have to go to the office."
"Good," she smiled. "Why don't you get comfortable? I don't believe in being so formal."
Ken smiled and nodded. He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. He refueled with another martini He watched her move gracefully across the room, noting the trim lines of her waist where it swept outward at her hips. He saw the jutting set to her breasts, then ogled them hungrily as they bounced with her walk. He lingered in the torment of desire when she bent over in front of him to expose the deep mysterious valley between her breasts.
She met his stare with a slow, inviting smile, then moved away. She sat on the couch and put her drink on the coffee table.
"What now, Lori? Keep on teaching?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I suppose so."
"I suppose the best thing is to keep busy. I don't suppose it's an easy thing to go through, getting a divorce."
His words motivated her to take a quick gulp of her drink. "I think it's more, the blow to a person's pride than anything else. Suddenly, you realize you're not wanted-and that hurts."
He looked at her appraisingly. "You'll get over that after a while," he said. "You've got a lot going for you."
She smiled. "Thanks." She took another drink. Now the martinis were letting her know they were ganging up on her. She felt them burn into her stomach and take hold. She turned and looked at him languidly. "By the way, Ken, how come you never got married? You're a handsome man. You have a good job ..."
"Oh, I will some day. Guess I never met the right girl."
She looked at his handsome face and at the laugh lines at the sides of his mouth. She had to control an urge to snuggle over to him and kiss his lips. "Don't you even have a girlfriend?" she asked. ;
"I date once in a while. Nothing serious."
The subject matter and the martinis made her giggle. "You call taking different girls to bed nothing serious?" she asked.
Then he giggled.
Lori couldn't be sure how it happened, but the next thing she knew Ken was sitting next to her with his lips on hers. She felt his strong hands on the sides of her face, felt the warmth of his lips go through to ignite smoldering fires into leaping flames. Then she was aware that her arms had gone around his neck and she was squeezing him to her.
Later, there was a dim recollection of clothing being taken off, of a bra twirling crazily on her forefinger as she spun it several times, then slung it across the room. Shortly after, a pair of light blue panties went sailing through the air, followed by a pair of men's shorts. And there was giggling, lots of it.
"Oh, Ken ... Ken ... Ken," she murmured from the dark confines of her bedroom. "I never thought you and I would..."
"I didn't either," he said through a kiss.
His hands moved caressingly over her satin-smooth skin, toying with her breasts, tickling her nipples, digging gently into her navel.
The bed was an ocean of cool white sheets and they set sail on it. In their frantic sexual frenzy, they were buffeted about, rolling together, drifting apart, only to come crashing feverishly together again.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, "you're everything I thought you'd be. I've got to have you, sweetheart-my way."
"Do whatever you want with me, Ken, my sweet. I'm all yours."
He kissed her tenderly. "My way, darling," he whispered.
"Anything... oh, yes ..."
He took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it sharply.
She squealed with delight.
With a cruelty that seemed alien to his gentle nature, he went to the other breast and bit the nipple the same way. Then he crushed his mouth to hers and his tongue became a fiery rapier that burned its way between her lips, searing her. Wildly, her arms tightened around him, drawing him closer to her as she settled back on the bed.
"I want you, Lori," he whispered into her ear where he had just swabbed the interior with his tongue. "Ever since I first met you, I've thought about how it would be having you in bed with me. I'd often sit and watch you walk around the room and wonder how it would be putting my cock between your legs. A couple times I got a hard-on just looking at you."
"Oh, Ken, darling, you should have let me know."
"I was afraid."
"Oh, sweetheart..."
Moaning happily, she arched her body to meet his. She held him for several moments, then let one hand creep down his stomach and onto his inner thigh. Her fingers were like dancing butterflies as she touched the throbbing shaft that sprang from a forest of thick black hair. With a quick downward lunge of her body, she put the head of his cock in her mouth.
The organ bucked and reared in her mouth like a wild stallion, and she dug her teeth into its neck to tame it.
His hand dug in her hair and pulled her away, back up to him. He kissed her briefly, tasting himself, then said, "My way, baby. That can come later."
"Anything, darling... anything," she murmured.
Ken slid off the bed. He stared at Lori's hair-fringed, rosy chasm, now already awash with the moisture of her intense desire. He ogled the golden mounds with the rosy red nipples and felt his cock buck.
"Get on your hands .and knees," he said. As he stood and watched her squirm into position on the bed, he toyed with the shaft of his cock, gently stroking it. "Now on your elbows," he added when he saw her awaiting what he was going to do.
"Ooh, Ken ..."
Lori's ass was toward the foot of the bed and Ken stepped into the spot directly behind her. He looked at the twin grottos of Lori's cunt and asshole for a moment, admired the well-rounded cheeks, then dropped to his knees. He reached out and placed his hands on each cheek, his thumbs in the crevice. Then he spread the cheeks and went forward into them with his face.
"Oooh-Ken-nnn ..."
His nose was touching her asshole. He lowered his face slightly until he could feel the wetness of her pussy. He flicked his tongue into the hair, searching for the slit. Then he drove into it, his tongue a hot tube of flesh that shot in and out of her cunt rapidly. Then he withdrew, flattened his tongue and moved across the wet hole in a slow, painting motion.
"Ohhh-hhhh," she groaned. "Ohh, my ..."
He took his face away for a moment. "Do you like that?"
"Oh, yess."
He drew a breath, looked at the two heaving mounds with the puckered rosebud of brown between them. He spread the cheeks even more, levering them apart with his thumbs. Then, with a quick forward movement, he put his tongue against the pinched anus. He allowed the saliva to collect on his tongue for a moment, then began to lick slowly at the small opening. He wet the area around it, licking at the asscheeks hungrily and with a slow, deliberate motion that seemed to give him the utmost pleasure. With the tip of his tongue, he burrowed into the anal pleat.
She squirmed a little, grunted lightly with a sound that let him know she liked what he was doing. She was lying with her face on folded arms.
Ken alternated between her pussy and her ruffled membrane, wetting the entire slit in between. His breath was hot against the wet ravine, his cheeks and lips were glistening from the moisture that clung to them in a silver sheen. He probed the puckered hole with his tongue, sinking in as far as he could, then moving around inside the tight opening in a searching movement.
Finally, he moved away and drew in deep breaths. He wiped his face with the loose sheet. Then he took his cock in his hand and moved forward until the soft head was pressed against her asshole. He moved it back and forth lightly, smearing it in the saliva he had left there.
"No, Ken ... not in there," she said.
"It'll go in."
"It's going to hurt."
He took hold of the cheeks of her ass and pulled her back against his cock. She tensed as the pressure was applied but he held her firm. With one hand he collected some saliva from his mouth and smeared it on his cock. Then he pushed forward again, holding her ass in a strong grip.
"No, Ken ... please ..."
"It's good this way," he said.
"No!"
"Yes!"
He hunched his ass forward. His bulging cockhead held for a moment, then slipped past the tightened barrier. He stopped, waited for the corrugated membrane to expand around his cock, then moved forward again.
"Ooh ... Ken ... stop..."
He stopped, leaned forward and kissed her back. He ran his hands under her body and found her titties. He, fondled them. He cupped each one firmly, then moved his ass forward until his hard shaft was almost completely inside her. He reversed then, moving almost out of the hole, then back again.
Now there was less tightness. And now there was a slight response from Lori. She began to move forward and backward, very slightly and cautiously, to his movements.
He increased the tempo of his movements. He went into her almost to the hilt, then out, now gently fucking her in a slow, rhythmic motion that found them rocking in unison on the bed. Then he went into her completely.
Lori groaned, tensed.
"Does it hurt?"
"A-a little."
He started again, holding her titties in his hands and kissing her back and shoulders as he began to plunge in and out of the loosened hole.
"Your cock is so big in there," she said, but it was not a complaint. "It's not too bad now." She surprised him then when she stretched one arm under her and took hold of his balls, caressing them gently as he continued fucking her. She pulled on them, holding them against her wet pussy when he came all the way forward. When he stopped momentarily with the hair around his cock pressed tightly against her, he took the sack and pressed it against the lower portion of her moistened slit.
The moment was coming for him. He began to fuck more rapidly. His body was a charging, snorting machine, moving with a steady rhythm, slamming against the cheeks of her ass, slurping and shlupping as the pressure forced the wetness out of her ass.
"Oh, yes . . . yes, Ken . . . yes!" she uttered contentedly.
"You like it in the ass?" he grunted. "Yes... oh, yes."
"You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?" "Yes, yes."
"My big, hard cock right in your asshole." "And your balls in my cunt." "Come on, baby... fuck. Fuck my nice hard cock." She did.
It was a new experience for Lori. The pain had subsided readily enough and now she found a new thrill in having his hard rod driving in and out of her asshole.
Now, in the final stages before his explosion, Ken moved his hand down to her pussy and manipulated the clitoris. She gritted her teeth and rocked with his movements, impaling herself on the hot shaft in her ass, moving away, ramming backward against him once again, hissing with the sheer pleasure of their combined efforts.
He moaned, his hand moved faster on her clitoris. "Baby... baby... I'm..."
Ken did his erotic dance against her balloon-like ass, plunging his stiff prick into her, then clutching her shoulder to hold her steady as the first explosion stiffened his body and brought a momentary halt to his action.
Lori never realized the sensation of getting fucked in the ass could be so great. She had learned to like it almost at once, but now, when the first burst of his hot milk spewed into her, she knew she had been to heaven. The torrid fluid flooded her anal canal, searing the tender membranes. And now, with her own orgasm spasming her body at the same time, she wanted to scream, to yell out, tell everyone in the world what pleasure she was enjoying.
Above her, Ken quivered as the dynamo jerked his body, then released him, like a man caught on high tension wires. Finally, he fell limp onto her back and panted his hot breath against the back of her neck.
''Ohhhhhhhh . . . Ohhhhhh . . ." he moaned in agonized relief.
She felt the hot liquid ooze out of her relieved asshole and course down the crevice toward her cunt. She heard the slight squishing sound as he pulled his spent cock from her.
He rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. Then they both slept. Soundly.
CHAPTER THREE
The weekend passed and when Ken slipped out the door late Sunday night, Lori felt her loneliness sweep across her suddenly. Now she was alone. The thought terrified her. She moved around the apartment slowly, looking at the things she and Jim had shared together -- and feeling the pain stab into her; it was going to be tough not having Jim around.
Then, after the loneliness partially went out of her in response to the passage of time, another sensation stood glaringly in her mind. The impulse to strike, to inflict pain, had come on her entirely without volition on her part. She suddenly felt that she wanted to hurt somebody, and the somebody she wanted to hurt was Jim, the ex-husband who had deserted her for another woman.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She licked her lips. Yes, there would be pleasure in seeing that Jim felt the same kind of pain she was experiencing. Pain and love were like two faces of a single coin, completely separate yet still a whole, the intensity of one heightening the intensity of the other.
But hurting Jim would be difficult, she knew. If he still cared for her even a little bit, then she could hurt him by letting him find out that she was going to bed with Jim's good friend and employee, Ken Bowman. That should cause a rift, however slight, in their relationship, she reasoned. But Ken surely wouldn't tell Jim that he had been to bed with Lori. He was too honest and frighteningly sincere.
The idea of hurting Jim occupied her thoughts for some time. She walked about the apartment aimlessly, thinking. Suddenly and impulsively, she picked up the phone and dialed Jim's office. The receptionist informed her that Mr. Cameron was out of town for a few days on business. Could anyone else help her? Before she could answer, there was a buzzing on the line that told her she was being put through to someone else.
The voice that came over the line was heavy and honed to business sharpness. "Finance Department, wood speaking."
Art Bond! Lori recognized the voice before he identified himself. In an instant, Lori recalled all the office parties, all the informal get-togethers when Art Bond always managed to find a moment alone with her and put the make on her. She recalled, too, what a loudmouth he was, how he always boasted of his prowess with women. That loudmouth braggart would be better than the tabloids for getting word around that Jim Cameron's ex was playing mattress games with his best friend. Well, Art, hello. This is Lori."
There was a pause. The voice of Lori over the phone like waving a beefsteak at a hungry dog. She could almost see his nostrils flare.
"Hey, Lori," he said cheerfully. "How've you been? Lonely for me, I hope." Just dying," Lori laughed. "I don't know how I've stood being away from you, Art. It's been sheer hell." She paused to listen to his brief laugh, then added, "Actually, what I'm calling about is my dear ex-husband. They told me he was out of town. There are a few minor details in connection with the divorce" that I wanted to get straightened out."
Art's voice became serious. "Yeah, Lori. Sure sorry about the way things turned out between you two. Hey, how come they put you through to me? Or did you ask for me? Sure, that's it. I knew you couldn't stand not getting in touch with your old lover-boy."
Lori laughed. "Actually, it was a mistake. I think somebody got the wires mixed up. I'm glad though."
"Of course you're glad, sweetheart," he burbled.
"Gee, I'm so lucky," she said.
"Hey, how about having a drink with me after work? We could talk over old times, right?"
"And after one drink, there's another. After that, well, you know the bit."
"Yeah, yeah, just like that," he laughed. "And I promise I won't use the old come-to-my-place-and-I'll-show-you-my-etchings line."
"What do you do now-come right out and ask a woman to go to bed with you?"
"Why not? It's a time saver."
"Still chasing married women?"
"Anything that moves," he laughed. "Hey, how come you never let me get to first base with you before? You don't know what you missed."
"It was a different ball game then," she said.
"That shouldn't have mattered."
She could almost see his leer over the phone. She had always denied Art Bond, but not because he was unattractive to her. It was merely because he was such a big windbag that she had put off his advances, fearing he might spill the beans. In fact, had it not been for his fear, there were several times when Lori might have been happy to go to bed with him. He was big, ruggedly built, and a lot of fun to be around.
"Well, this is a new ball game, Art, with new rules." "Baby, I'm all suited up and ready to play," he said,
sounding a bit too eager. "Got any plans in mind?"
"No, nothing at all. Of course, I'm going back to teaching when school starts. Right now I'm basking in loneliness."
"I read you, baby-loud and clear. There's only one thing to remedy your loneliness-me. Why don't you let Dr. Bond turn you on and make you forget about yesterday?"
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away," she laughed.
"Forget the apples, sweetheart. Just think about how I can heal you up. How about it then? You and me? I can already hear the sweet music we're going to make together. You know, I've thought about you and I being together many times. When can I see you?"
"My time is quite free," she said. "Any time you say."
"Tonight," he blurted.
"Make it around eight."
"Get your dancing shoes on, baby, Big Art is heading your way. Now you're going to see what living is all about."
Lori was elated. Not only could she hurt Jim by associating with Ken Bowman, but now the finance officer of the company Jim headed would also be on her list. That would annoy Jim, she knew, for he had always frowned an any shenanigans from his employees. And she realized, too, that Jim could ignore what she was doing, now that they were no longer man and wife, but she knew it would make him feel uneasy to know that two of his higher ranking employees were fooling around with his ex wife.
They talked a few minutes more, making arrangements where and when to meet, and what they would do afterward.
"See you at eight," he said.
She told him goodbye and hung up.
She stood by the phone for several minutes after she hung up. Then an idea sprang into her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Jim's number again. When the female voice answered, Lori said, "I'd like to leave a message for Mr. Ken Bowman, please. I don't want to disturb him. Would you please tell him that I won't be able to keep our dinner engagement tonight. I'm Lori Cameron."
"I can put you through to him," the girl said.
"No, please don't. I know he doesn't like personal calls while he's working. Just give him the message."
She hung up.
Her two calls completed, Lori felt wonderfully at peace with herself. It was divine, this feeling of being on the verge of doing harm to the one who had hurt her so badly.
She poured herself a double Scotch, feeling that Scotch would be better for her than her usual martini.
While the warm water ran into the tub, she thought that an evening with Art Bond might not be too unpleasant. If he was all he said he was, well, then it could prove to be very interesting. He looked like more of a stud than Ken. She prepared herself mentally to enjoy the evening.
She had two more drinks while the bath was filling. She added perfumed bath oil and got into the tub, leaving her drink within easy reach. She let the warmth of the water soothe the dull ache from her body. She couldn't get over what Ken had done to her. And she couldn't get over how she had cringed at the idea, then learned to enjoy it.
The warmth of the water coupled with the inner glow of the whiskey was making her drowsy. Her head nodded peacefully and she gave herself up completely to the dim memories that began crowding their way through her mind. She remembered what a lovely day it had been the time she had asked Jim to come in and wash her back while she bathed. There had been the same bath oil in the water that day. But what a different day it had been.
He had started out laughingly, muttering something about how he felt like a slave to an empress of ancient Rome while he used the soft sponge on her back, soaping it gently and massaging her body while he did so. And she had felt like an empress as he caressed and washed her at the same time.
Then the tone of his conversation had changed. He said she ought to be more careful about the slaves she let into her bathroom because not all slaves were to be trusted. His hands worked their way lower, under the small of her back as he spoke, and Lori found herself raising a little in the tub, wanting his hands where they were now, on her tight buttocks, pressing, rubbing his rigid cock into her like a painter stroking boldly over his canvas. He had climbed into the tub and was on his knees behind her.
"Slaves need to bathe, too," he laughed, getting down in the water in front of her. His stiff prick stood out from his body, and gleefully she reached out and soaped it and the balls that hung below. Then she had kissed the reddish head lightly, spitting lightly as the soap came off on her lips.
Then he pushed her over backward, sloshing water out of the tub and onto the floor.
"You crazy nut," she screamed. "We'll drown."
"That's if I don't break my back first," he groaned.
"Ooh, you feel so good," she cooed.
"Let's stand up," he suggested, wincing from his cramped position. He pulled her to her feet, then got behind her. "Bend over."
She turned around and bent over, her soaped ass directly in front of him. She felt his wet, soapy body come over her. She felt his hand go to her pussy and pry it open gently with two fingers. With ease, his soapy cock slid into her, gloriously smooth and hot.
Tiny pulsations passed between them when their minds entered upon the same plateau of desire and fulfillment. Embers of lust burned hotly, kindling their passion for one another, then dying momentarily as they stopped to soap and wash. But only for moments, brief seconds, and then it flamed again, sending shivers of desire through their systems as they stood and held each other and passed whisper-kisses to each other, enjoying the wetness of their skins.
She had moved from her bent-over position to one in front of him. Both of her hands, one holding the soap, went to his sagging cock; she soaped it and then his ball bag. She handed him the soap, then took the rapidly rising shaft in both hands and slid her soapy hands over its entire length, cupped his balls and worked them between her soap filled fingers.
Jim could feel the excitement rising quickly in his groin. He reached out with his own soapy hands and massaged her titties.
With trained, vigorous strokes, she worked the skin back and forth, grasped him tighter when he groaned and increased the tempo.
"Hey, you're going to make me pop if you keep that up," he said.
"Shut up," she giggled.
Jim knew she had gone too far. He clutched at the towel bar in front of him as the water kept pouring into the tub.
She was bent down slightly in front of him and seemed determined to jack him off until he came. And he did.
For a moment he clung to the bar, not moving, felt the tension mount at the base of his agitated prick, felt the sudden unleashing as the first charge spurted from him. It splattered against the wet tiled wall in shooting blobs of gray-white cream. Then it ran slowly down the wet surface in globules and into the tub.
Her hand worked in unison with the bursts, thrusting forward as each spurt emerged from the slit in the reddened head, then retreated, milking the sperm from him.
Then, as the spurts diminished, she slowed her movements to a gentle, easy pace until there was nothing but a silver bead at the head of his cock.
He clung to the towel bar for a moment, then dropped his arms around her. She snuggled in his arms, making soft little sounds and rubbing herself against him. They kissed. They kissed again, a long, sensuous, sucking kiss that had each of them nipping on the other's Bps; then they rubbed together with a slow, deliberate grinding, a mashing.
She recalled what they had done in minute detail. It bad been fun, she mused, and right here in this tub. Then she looked at the toilet.
She and Jim had been in the bathroom together, naked. She had just kissed him.
"You keep that up and you're going to get laid," he said.
"All right, let's go over there." She pointed to the toilet.
"On the john?"
"Of course," she said. "Sit down."
He sat down and she came to him. His cock was already hard. She put one leg on each side of him, then lowered herself slowly, reaching under her to find the head of his cock and to open her pussy. Then, when she had eased herself down on him so that his entire length was buried inside her, she began to bob up and down with the rhythm of her passionate demands. Then her arms caught and held around his neck, and he heard her whisper, "Help me, you big stud."
He could feel the end of his blunt cock poking up inside her, deep in the soft crevice of her inner womanhood. He made the mushroom head pulsate, twitching his groin. There was an instant response from her as her inner muscles milked at his cock, squeezing and releasing.
"Oooh, baby, what you do to me," she said hissingly. "Come on, sweetheart... fuck."
She slammed herself up and down, moving around in circles, scraping his cock around inside, against the membrane walls, and working the inner muscles so that she created a sucking action that made his crotch tingle.
"What a beautiful, sweet hard-on, darling. Ooh, I love it!"
"Come for me."
"I'm ... going ... to ..."
"Explode, baby, explode."
She trembled spasmodically, shuddering and grinding against him; Then she stiffened and clutched his shoulders. Her whole body trembled, her eyes went tightly shut, her jaws clamped harshly. She moaned something unintelligible.
Then it was over. The hot embers began to die.
How he had loved her then, she thought. Loved her for her womanliness, the female passion of her, and yet never questioned any act that she might suggest. That was their physical love. He had always enjoyed her body, yet found something lacking otherwise.
She finished her drink and got out of the tub. Naked and dripping, her small feet leaving wet prints across the tile, she went into the other room and made herself a fresh drink to take back into the dressing room with her. She needed the drink, she told herself. She needed it to keep from going crazy thinking about Jim. But she had always needed drinks, too many of them according to Jim. That had been one of the troubles that sprang up between them.
Lori set her drink aside; it wouldn't do for her to be too drunk when Art Bond called.
The memories began to mix with images of the date with Art. Damn that booze, anyway. It was making her feel warmer and warmer. She peered into the full-length mirror. Slowly, her hand crept between her legs. She shuddered as the hand went into a slow but determined motion.
Then she made herself come.
CHAPTER FOUR
Art Bond was a big man. He had a face that would have been square if he'd sacrificed his extra chin. His nose was rather long and angular and sat atop a somewhat large mouth. He was, as many remarked, ruggedly handsome.
The Piccadilly was only slightly alive when Art escorted Lori through the full-length glass doors which were half hidden behind a ten foot fountain. Inside, the music was soft, as were the lights.
Lori ordered a martini, Art had a double bourbon on the rocks.
"I like everything strong," he said. "My booze, my coffee and my sex."
"If you can handle all three, you're great," she smiled
After several minutes, they got up to dance. She was glad they did. It gave her a chance to be in Art's arms.
"It's not that I mind the divorce so much, really, " Lori was saying. "No, that isn't true. I do mind. I mind very much. And I didn't like hearing that Jim was engaged to that Turner girl."
Art shrugged. He could care less who married who. He said, "She quit her job today."
"I just can't see her as being ready for marriage, let alone marrying someone who's used to having a woman around."
"So?" he shrugged. "She'll get used to it."
"I really shouldn't be talking about it, should I?"
"You're not saying anything yet," he told her. "But if you feel like talking, go right ahead. Just remember, I'm on your side, right? I don't know what the divorce was all about, but I can't see that there was so much difficulty that it couldn't have been straightened out. Maybe it was Jim who fell a little short. Now, if you'd had a real man ..." He reached out and took her hand roughly.
"Well, the truth of the matter is, Jim fell more than a little short," she lied. "I mean, he began to make me feel guilty, dirty, ashamed. Every time I wanted him .. to ... make love to me, he ... Oh, but that's not a thing to talk about here, is it? I'm sure you don't want to listen to some frustrated divorcee sing about her troubles."
Art grinned broadly. He meant it to be a soft smile, but it got lost somewhere in the rugged caverns of his face. "Who can you talk to if not your friends? I've got big shoulders. You can cry on them all you like."
She smiled up at him. "You're such a good person," she said softly. "Why didn't we ever get to know each other before?"
"I tried," he said.
"'Yes, I know. Maybe I should have..." He shrugged. "There are a lot of maybes in the world."
"I guess I was so in love with Jim that I didn't see some of the danger signs. Suddenly, he didn't seem to want me anymore. How many nights I reached out to him, wanting him so badly, only to have him say he was tired or that I should try to control my emotions, think of something besides sex. Then he'd roll over and go to sleep. I used to get up and go to the window. I'd sit there for hours, listening to him breathe in his sleep, hoping, praying he'd wake up and call out to me. But he never did. Not once. Sometimes I'd see a man walking by on the street and I'd have to fight myself to keep from crying out. Then I'd think of leaping out the window and sailing down the whole sixteen floors to the street."
"I had no idea," Art said. "I always figured Jim to at least know what the hell to do in bed."
"I don't know why he turned himself off where I was concerned. I was in orbit about sex and he was back on earth," she went on.
"A very dull earth at that," Art said. "Jesus, all a man has to do is look at you and he can tell what a passionate woman you must be."
"Do you mean hot?" she asked impishly.
"I didn't think I should use the term," he smiled, "All I know is that you sure as hell turn me on. And full throttle, too."
She looked at him directly. "I envy your wife, Art I envy any woman who has a real man around the house. She's very lucky."
He shrugged. "She doesn't realize it," he said. "From what you've told me about Jim, he and my wife would make a good pair."
"Oh, poor Art," she said. "You, too?"
He nodded. His head bent a little lower.
Then she said, "It would seem that we both married the wrong people, wouldn't it? I mean, we might all have been so much better off if I had a man like you and you had a woman ... well, like me."
They both laughed and went back to their table.
Art was sitting very close to her now so that their legs were touching under the white privacy of the tablecloth. He looked at her and took her hand in his, the other busying itself under the table where it had found her knee; it inched slowly to the inside of her thigh where he let it rest, an insistent, gentle prodding emanating from his fingers.
Lori squirmed slightly under his caress, not further away, but nearer, moving her body until the contact as made firm, warmer.
Art's breath gushed out of him, then he sucked it back in as though someone had dropped an ice cube down his back. His face grew flushed and he leaned close to her. He kissed her lips and the corners of her mouth, gently and passionately.
"It's been so long," she sighed. "So terribly long."
His breath went through its ritual again. His lips were against the lobe of her ear now, nibbling, sending chills of pleasure down the length of her body.
"Do you ... do you think it's wrong of me to talk so openly about what I want? Is it bad?"
His breath was gushing in and out of him like a bellows now. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, heavy with longing. "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered, his voice sounding like a brick dragged over sandpaper. "Let's not play games anymore."
She stole a glance at his hands. Huge, meaty paws that completely covered her own tiny hands, met her gaze. Art was a big man, his hands were big. That meant a lot to Lori. She felt a tremor go through her when she thought how he must be built.
Almost as though she were hypnotized, Lori rose, waited while Art paid the check, and allowed him to lead her outside.
Art talked most of the way to Lori's apartment, his words soothing, crooning, promising-promising a night she wouldn't ever forget. He took her hand and pulled her close to him on the seat. Then, apparently unable to control himself, he pulled over. He took her in his arms in the darkness of the car. His mouth pressed against hers, hands roaming freely over her body, searching out the secret parts of her, discarding discretion in his hunger until finally Lori pushed him away.
"Don't you think it would be more comfortable at my place?" she said, smiling.
"Oh, yeah ... sure."
In Lori's apartment building, Art kissed her in the elevator, in the hallway, in the foyer. His hands ran over her body until Lori found herself almost as aroused as he was. There was no denying that Art Bond was a very capable lover, expert at his trade. And now that they were in her apartment together, she knew she had to have him.
She made drinks, turned on the stereo, and went into the bedroom to change into something that would be more suited for the wrestling match she knew would soon take place. She selected one of her numerous filmy negligees. When she had slipped into it, she sat for a moment at her dressing table. She thought the negligee bit a little corny but decided it would drive Art up the wall.
Slowly, she got up and went back to the living room. The dark aureoles around her nipples showed through the filmy gauze material of her negligee, and below, at the juncture of her thighs, a dark patch could not be concealed. She stopped a short distance from him and smiled. "Like?"
Art put his drink down on the end table and moved toward her. He had already taken off his shirt. He advanced on Lori like a wrestler looking for the most advantageous hold. His voice rasped from his throat. "Oh, baby, you better believe it!" he snorted. "Come here!"
She moved into his arms, her fingers snatching at his hair violently as her lips crushed against his.
His arms went around her, pulling her forcefully to him, crashing their bodies together in a collision that pressed the breath out of her. His heavy hands pushed her away, went to her nipples and her big breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh. In his eagerness, he brought pain to the firm, jutting breasts, but Lori found it filled with pleasure. He fell to his knees, burying his face in the warmth of her breasts as he pulled her down with him. He massaged the soft mounds of flesh gently.
Lori gave herself over to total abandon, loving everything he was doing to her.
The negligee had no buttons and Art merely pushed the material aside to expose Lori's breasts. Then his tongue lashed out across them and moved down across her stomach. He licked in long, tasting strokes, his tongue flat and wet. He was moving all over her stomach, into her navel. "Let's get on the couch," he said, breathing heavily. He virtually picked her up and set her down as though she were a child. But he did not sit with her. Instead, he sat on the floor in front of her. He began to kiss her again in the same swabbing motions he had used before. He was coming gradually closer to her perfumed love-purse and the thought that he might send his hot, wet tongue inside it made Lori quiver with new expectation.
Her hands went to the back of his head. Her fingers coiled in his hair, twisting more violently as he neared the pubic hairs that lay in tiny ringlets just a half inch from where he was kissing her now. Kissing wasn't really what he was doing. He was lapping. His wide, tongue stroked across her silken flesh like a painter behind schedule, wetting the surface, leaving the odor of his saliva on her-and driving her slowly into a trembling, impassioned state of excitement beyond control.
His hands suddenly went from her ass, where they had stroked and clutched the satin flesh, to the insides of her thighs. With a quick, forceful motion, he spread her legs apart. He did not pause. He blew his hot breath into the satiny hair, his tongue following to moisten the entire area around her pussy.
Then he carefully parted the slightly quivering lips. The tip of his tongue sought the opening with the rapidity of a jack hammer, urgently poking at the aperture of her moistened, eager cunt.
And he found it.
He plunged his tongue deep into her with one long, bold stroke, holding it inside for a moment, then withdrawing it slowly. He wiggled the tip with little flicks of movement that brought a subdued scream from Lori.
"Ohhhhh, my God!" She snatched wildly at his hair, then tugged his face into her wet box. She could see only his eyes, as the rest of his face was completely covered by the mound of hair on her pussy. She wanted to sit on his face, bury his head inside her if she could, but he held her in place with his powerful arms wrapped around her ass.
"Oh, Art. . . Art, lover dear .. . Ohhh ... Now I believe everything I've heard about you. Oh, yes, as, yes . . ."
"Ummmmm-mmmmm" he moaned softly, sounding contented.
His hands pulled her asscheeks to him with quick motions of his fingers. His tongue again probed inside he reddish-brown hole that glistened with his saliva. Now the strokes were long and sensuous, licking flatly for a time, then going like a hungry rapier deep into her, tasting her inner, slow-oozing membranes. And then he sought the button where everything Lori was would be turned on, turned into the ultimate in feminine sexuality. The tip sought it. The tip found it. It flicked at it, taunting the hard little knot with light jabs that made its owner whimper with frenzied pleasure. He toyed with it, moving away when she lowered herself, following after when she moved away. But all the time he let the tip of his tongue flutter over it, teasing it into growth, challenging its ability to produce fulfillment.
And with a sudden scream, Lori obeyed the dictate of the hidden pressure button, yielding to the flesh-saber that had pestered it into sending those violent electric currents through her body.
The licking ceased. But Art did not withdraw his tongue. He kept it in her. When Lori's spasms had lessened, the tip of the greedy member began a slow, delicate licking motion on the agitated button, just enough to keep in rhythm with the quivering body that emitted moans and murmurings as it trembled.
"Oh, Art! Art, darling... that was so good."
"Ummm-hmmmmm."
"You're so sweet, lover man. Oh, my, that was so wonderful. I thought I was going to explode."
She hadn't expected this from Art Bond. She had thought, with his reputation as a great lover, that he would jump atop her and start pumping; his actions in the car had indicated that. But he had a fine technique. He knew exactly how to make a woman scream for joy.
Finally, Art eased himself away from the steaming slit and sat back on the floor. He swiped a hand across his mouth to wipe the moisture away. "I told you I'd do things to you," he said, smiling.
"You sure did! No question about that."
Lori raised up slightly so she could see Art's entire body. He was sitting cross-legged. His big cock stood out from his crotch like a huge, veined redwood stump, the head dark and swollen in anticipation. He took hold of it and waggled it.
"Now we're going to put Big Bongo to work," he grinned.
Lori smiled. She got up and went into the bedroom ahead of him. And she was more than willing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lori's bedroom played host to the many noises of love-making at its most frenzied pace. Later, there was the sound of heavy breathing as the two spent bodies were caught up in the sleep of total exhaustion.
When Lori awoke, a cool breeze was moving across her nude body, lulling the fever that burned in her. She stretched luxuriously on the bed she had shared for such a long and frantic period with Art Bond.
The tinkle of glasses drew her attention to the living room and she realized then that she was alone in her bed. Her hand flopped over to the side recently occupied by Art. The sound of ice cubes and liquid reminded her of the thirst she felt. She prepared to drag herself out of the bed but Art appeared in the doorway before she could move her tired body.
"Hey, look what's awake," he said cheerfully. 'I brought you something." He held up the glass.
"Thanks, that's just what I need." She held out hand and took the drink from him. He was still naked and she smiled down at the limp bludgeon dangling at his crotch. "Looks like that thing needs something to pick it up," she said.
"Don't worry about Big Bongo," he said. He held up an index finger. "He shall rise again."
He sat on the floor beside the bed, his head near rer leg, his hand gently stroking the length of her body, as if he were stroking a cat.
'You're sweet," she murmured.
He reached for her naked body. "And so are you. Ever since the first time I saw you I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to take you to bed."
"And now that you have?"
"I think you're just great, Lori. But, you know, when you kept putting me off before it made me kind of sore because I knew damn well you wanted what I had to offer."
She smiled and finished her drink. "That's what a woman is supposed to do, isn't it-play hard to get?" "Not with me, it isn't."
His hands roamed her body, across her breasts and inside her thighs, his tongue circled her ear and darted around her mouth. He got to his knees so he could caress her entire body.
Her hands guided his hungry kisses along the length of her arms, across her stomach. She reached down and took hold of his swollen cock. "It's coming back to life," she said.
"You like that?"
"I think it's just gorgeous. So massive."
His eager mouth ignited sudden flames that consumed her to the core. There was something about the way his tongue traveled over her that excited her more than any man had ever excited her before. Perhaps it was his utter lust for her, his hungry, lapping tongue that sent shivers up and down her-and inside her. His approach was hungry, almost beastlike.
"Yes, yes, lover ... do me," she murmured when he had once more come near the soft nest of hair over her pussy.
"You want loving," he mumbled, "and you're going to get loving." His tongue plunged into her matted hair and found the slit. He tasted himself now as well as her, for she had kept his love fluids inside her.
"Ooh, Art-lover-you can't know how good that feels," she murmured. "You're so wonderful ... so wonderful."
The tempting flesh of Lori's cunt was awash with the moisture of his urgent licking. She blended some of her own juices with his and the aroma of sex filled his nostrils. He went directly to the clitoris and began to agitate the little knob rapidly.
That excited Lori and she had a sudden desire to put Art's big cock in her mouth. She reached for it, but it was too far away. She knew that he liked what he was doing and would probably prefer licking her pussy to getting his cock sucked. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed to bring him tight into her lathered cunt. His tongue was doing its dance in her wealth of soft wetness.
Finally, Art tired. He brought his face up to hers, f e sweat and saliva glistening like fresh varnish on it.
"Would you mind if I . . . did that to you? she asked.
"I was waiting for you to ask," he said.
"I want to."
He got off the floor and sat down on the chair with his legs spread. He took his cock in both hands and pointed it toward her. She slid off the bed and came toward him, a look of eagerness in her eyes. She dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Take it," he said.
She moved forward. Her lips were parted slightly and she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were glued to the massive shaft that he still held in his hands.
He began a slow, squeezing motion from the base, bringing the skin up so that it almost covered the swollen head. A drop of clear fluid popped from the tiny aperture. Then he slowly moved the skin down, exposing the tender, red membranes below the glans.
With a quick swipe of her tongue, she swept the droplet away. She licked the head tenderly, closing her eyes and savoring what she was doing. Then, opening her mouth into a round rosebud, she engulfed the entire head and sucked on it hungrily.
Lori's lips crawled around the stiff shaft, then moved downward so the cock slid in over her velvet tongue.
As the rigid piece of meat slid into her mouth, her tongue licked feverishly at the tender skin. She let it into her until her nose was in his patch of black pubic hair. Then she moved back. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck my cock... just like that." She took her mouth off of it for a moment, holding the glistening pole in both hands. "You like that?" "Do it some more."
She put her mouth back over the tip quickly, and began to move her head up and down rapidly, sucking hard at times, merely moving her wet lips over it at other times. She took his balls in her hand and rolled them gently. She took the cockhead out of her mouth and moved her wet tongue down the slippery shaft until she came to his balls. Then she opened her mouth wide and stuffed the hair covered sack inside. Her tongue agitated the rough skin. One hand clung to his cock while the other explored the crevice leading to his asshole. Art lay against the back of the chair and observed as Lori ministered to him. When she probed the ravine between his asscheeks, he raised his ass slightly so her fingers could trail toward the puckered puncture. He put one hand on the side of her face as she sucked his cock
The stimulation was intense for Art. He had managed a rocklike hard-on when he was licking her pussy but now her blowjob made his cock feel like it was going to burst. He caressed her bobbing head, and ran his hand across her back and shoulders. He tried to catch one of her titties but they were out of reach. And if Art was stimulated, Lori was even more so. There was something terribly exciting about having a man's stiff prick in her mouth, something animal. It gave her a special satisfaction, knowing that she was pleasing him as well as finding enjoyment in it herself.
"Don't stop, baby," he said softly. "I'm going to pop you a wad of something good." "Ummm-hmmmm."
She was. slurping now. His cock was covered with her saliva. There was saliva at the corners of her mouth, too, and she* took his cock out for a moment to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth.
"Oh, no, baby... don't stop. Not now," he pleaded.
She sucked him faster now, plowing down on the big rod with new urgency. Her lips tightened around the glans and she sucked so hard that he had to tug lightly on her head. Her hand was working furiously at the base of his cock and on his balls. She held the balls tight against the thick base and worked them gently with her cocksucking motions.
"I'm... I'm ..." he agonized.
"Ummhmm, ummhmmm," she groaned in assent.
Then his hand tightened in her hair, his body stiffened. He groaned as though in pain. She felt the glans flare, the head grow larger. Then, in repeated twitchings, he spewed his juice into her mouth.
She bucked when the first jolt hit the roof of her mouth, but held the cock in her mouth so that he could fully empty himself. Her tongue was flooded with the hot glue. She felt she must swallow or choke. Her nostrils were flaring widely as she strived for more breath
"Ohh," he groaned. "Oh ... yeah-hhh ..."
The cock had stopped kicking and the cream lay in a molten glob on her tongue. She eased her lips from the head of his cock and swallowed noisily.
After a long time, he put his hand on her head and pulled her gently up to him. "You didn't mind that did you?"
Lori had been caught up in the fever of total sex. She had felt no revulsion as the hot, sticky semen coursed down her throat and into her stomach. It meant she was one half of the total, a definite part. Then, too, there was satisfaction in knowing she had thrilled a man in yet another way.
"No, I didn't mind," she said softly. "If it pleased you then I'm glad." "I loved it," he said. And he had.
CHAPTER SIX
It could have been morning; it could have been light; the light in the room was such as seeps into a room on a dark, cloudy day. The apartment seemed airless, stifling. Silent and oppressive. A carpeted tomb. Buried alive in a tomb, Lori thought. And she was alone nee again.
Lori swam up out of her sleep and abandoned the bed where all the action had been. She walked idly from room to room as if by remaining in motion she could prove her existence to herself. The silence bothered her lost. The sound of her own movement as she paced the floor in nervous frustration gave some echo of life to the apartment.
She lit a cigarette, puffed heavily, mashed it out and poured herself a drink. It was going to be a rotten day, she decided, and nothing was going to help it. It was going to be one of those long, dull, tunnel-like days that just had to be gone through. It stretched ahead of her, gray and lifeless.
She felt restless, edgy. Her conscience was attacking on all fronts, the scenes changing rapidly like television cue cards, reminding her of the many things she had done the night before. She had slept through most of the morning after Art had left and she had tried to cling to still more sleep even longer. She had bathed and tried to interest herself in breakfast but contented herself only with coffee and cigarettes. By mid-afternoon she had begun drinking and now even that did not help. She rubbed her elbows idly, itchy with nerves and tension. I'm lonely, Lori told herself. Just plain lonely. But she knew that wasn't all. It wasn't loneliness that drove her back and forth from the gray-shrouded window to the shining bottles on the bar. It wasn't loneliness that made her light one cigarette after another. It was something deeper, uglier, and harder to shake. Lori knew what was at the root of the bad feeling that kept her pacing relentlessly through the apartment.
The living room yawned in front of her, airless, heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke and liquor. Impulsively, almost afraid of her own action, she strode across the room and grabbed up the telephone. She dialed Jim's office. He should be back from his trip by now, and she was anxious to know if word had already gotten to him about her associations with his trusted employees.
"I'm terribly sorry," the voice came back to her. "Mr. Cameron is out of town and not expected back until some time late tomorrow. Is there a message?"
"No, I'll call back," Lori said.
She had thought briefly of Art, then of Ken. Both of them had helped. They had certainly given her a feeling I of being wanted and needed, she thought. Both had; given her a wildly enjoyable physical release that offset her own pervading loneliness most agreeably. And they had given her another possible avenue of revenge, a direct road through which to inflict pain upon Jim.
But she hung up the phone feeling more frustrated and nervous than ever. She had tried to contact Jim directly but had met with failure. If he didn't already know about Art and Ken, she could always tell him openly. It was too good a thing to keep secret.
She had no idea where Jim was. Maybe he was out of town and maybe he wasn't. With that cute little chick, Lil Turner, on the string it was just possible he was shacked up with her instead of out of town on business.
The girl at the office had been reluctant to give Lil's number to Lori, but weakened when Lori told her it was of the utmost importance. Within moments, Lori was dialing her phone.
A very delicate female voice answered.
"This is Mrs. James Cameron," Lori said. "Is my dear ex-husband there?"
"Jim's away on business. I think he'll be in his office late tomorrow," Lil said evenly. "Do you want him to call you?"
"Yes," Lori said flatly. "I have to talk to him about the divorce. There are some details."
Lil's young voice faltered a bit. "But I thought everything was settled."
"Relax, little girl," Lori said coldly. "The decree is final, but there are still some personal matters to go over."
There was a long pause, and when Lil did not speak, Lori thought she might have hung up. Finally, Lil said, "I think you'd better talk to Jim's lawyer first. I don't think either of you are supposed to discuss anything privately."
"What's the matter? Are you afraid to have Jim talk to me?"
"No, I'm not afraid at all," Lil said firmly. "But you're not supposed to. That's what lawyers are paid for."
"Well, for your information, I'm no longer interested in Jim Cameron. I have too many other male friends to let myself get worked tip over him. Your nasty little office affair can go on just like it has, and when Jim gets tired of you, he'll wander off and you'll be left alone. But there are other men around, men like Ken Bowman and Art Bond, in case you get lonely."
"Pooh, I know both of them and they wouldn't take a second look at you," Lil snapped. "And especially when they're working for Jim."
Lori laughed sarcastically. "Oh, kid, have you got a lot to learn."
"By the way, what did you mean by Jim and I having a nasty little office affair?" Lil asked.
"That's what it is, isn't it? You surely don't think Jim is serious when he says he wants to marry you. I knew him better than that You're giving him what he wants, but I know he gets tired of one woman pretty fast. When he gets a sniff of someone new, he'll leave you just like that."
"I find your language disgusting," Lil snapped. "But let's get this straight. Jim and I have a beautiful relationship together. We're very much in love and we're getting married to make a happy home together, with all the things that go into a marriage to make it meaningful and enduring."
"Oh, my God, little girl!" Lori exclaimed. "Where did you get that kind of line-out of a book?"
"Is there anything else?" Lil asked coldly.
"There's a lot more, but I don't think you'd want to hear about it."
"I don't know why you called, but if you think you're
going to hurt me and break up the relationship between Jim and me, you're wrong. He's going to marry me. That's what he had in mind when he divorced you. But if you think I seduced him and caused him to leave you, you're mistaken. You and Jim had nothing together and if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit it."
Lori smiled. The girl was getting riled. "Oh, we had a lot together, sister. Ask him to tell you about the things that went on in the bathroom. It's very interesting. You might be able to learn something from it."
The loud click at the other end of the line sounded at the same time Lori's last word came out.
"The little bitch!" Lori spat. But then she smiled again, satisfied that she had done her job well.
She fixed herself a drink as she planned her next move. After some moments, she rose mechanically and picked up the phone book. Her fingers raced through the pages. She found the number she was looking for, wrote it down, and slammed the book shut. She looked at the number while she sipped slowly on her drink. Then she dialed Cal Winston's number.
Cal Winston was Jim's attorney. He had handled most of the details of the divorce because it was Jim who had laid them out for him. He was a man in his late forties, balding slightly, and was not much over five feet eight. He had a cherubic face that could not manage to be grim, even when he was deadly serious. He was a bit on the chubby side.
"But I've got to see you, Mr. Winston," Lori pleaded. "I just don't understand some of these things."
"I'll have my secretary set up an appointment with you," he said. "Is there any particular time that's convenient for you?"
"It's convenient for me right now, but I'm feeling pretty rotten. I don't think I could make it to your office," she lied. "A virus of some kind, I think."
The line was silent for some time. Cal Winston recalled Lori vividly. She had been to his office once and he had wondered at the time why Jim Cameron wou1d want a divorce from such a lovely woman. Then he recalled some of the things Jim had told him about her, that she drank too much, flirted with too many men. Jim had not been positive, but he thought Lori had been to bed with a number of men in the three years they were married.
"Are you suggesting that I stop by your place?" he asked.
"Oh, if you would, Mr. Winston ..." "Any particular time?"
"I'll be lying down because I'm not feeling well, but you can come any time it's convenient," she said.
"Good. I have a few matters to take care of first, then I'll drop by."
In the mirror, a beautiful woman with thick black hair brushed into glistening ringlets stared back at her. The woman's beautiful, abundant breasts showed pink and honey-gold above the open neck of her negligee.
Lori smiled at herself. She stood and let the negligee slip from her body like a veil of smoke. The smoke evaporated and Lori stood naked before the naked woman in in the mirror. There were two tiny dashes of blue, tiny tattoos from last night's passion still bruising her skin. Art Bond had been something, she told herself. And she trembled a little as she remembered the joy he had given her and the sense of well-being she had realized from his love-making. The woman in the mirror laughed with her as she gently touched her fingertips to the tiny hyphens that showed where Art's fiercely devouring teeth had sunk into her flesh.
Her hands moved over the curves of her body. Lori watched as the woman in the mirror duplicated the caressing movements of her own exploring, admiring hands.
Her fingertips left her breasts reluctantly and passed over the creamy ivory of her torso, curved gently over the flare of her hips and searched the tender flesh of her ass. She turned to admire her back, letting her fingertips trail deliciously up and down the curve of her hips, tracing the delicately shadowed valley that lay between the perfect, unblemished lobes of her well-formed derriere.
"All this," Lori said aloud. "Jim ... Jim, how could you have passed up all this for that little blonde fluff-pot?"
A small voice inside her whispered the truth but she ignored it.
But the woman in the mirror did not ignore her. She seemed to be talking to her now. The reflection was telling her the same thing the small voice had. It was leering at her, mocking her tortured smiles.
"Shut up!" Lori screamed.
But the voice seemed to be going on.
Lori reached for her glass and drained it. When she saw that it was empty, she rushed from the room and poured three full shots over the shrinking ice cubes. When she returned to the bedroom and looked in the mirror she saw her own reflection, smiling. Her naked body was still as appealing as she had found it before.
But the voice that had tormented her from the mirror went on.
Lori screamed insanely. She picked up her hair brush and hurled it violently against the mirror. The woman in the mirror leered back at her in a thousand shattered fragments, all of them mocking and vindictive.
"Oh, please ... shut up!" she screamed again. Her body shone whitely in the shards of shattered mirror.
"You know it's true," the woman in the mirror answered in a thousand fragmented voices. "You know you're only hurting yourself by trying to hurt Jim. The men in your life are after only one thing-sex. They want to use your body. A date with a man who goes to bed with anything that's warm and moves a little. You've only one way to go, Lori, and that's down. A lot of women have stood where you're standing right now and the only place they had to look was down. It's a fast trip, Lori."
"But I've still got my looks-my body," Lori yelled. "Look at it. Look at these nice, round titties." She took both of them in her hands and held them up. "Look at my beautiful figure. Look how nice my pussy hair fluffs between my legs." She dropped one tit and pawed in the dark, curly satin bed with coiled fingers.
"Yes, look at you," the voice said. "Your lips are swollen and red from sucking men's cocks, your body is bruised, your rear end is sore from the perversions you've engaged in ..."
"No, no, no! It can't be!" Lori screamed. She stared at the broken mirror a moment, then snatched up her drink and drank it down.
"Lori, why don't you quit lying to yourself? Go about the business of making something out of yourself other than a shop-worn whore."
"But I have to get even," Lori said quite calmly.
"And what will you have then?"
"Satisfaction," Lori said smugly, thrusting her chin out. "Just knowing that I've made someone else hurt as much as I have. I'm going to make Jim sorry he ever left me. How could he turn his back on me, on all this?" She swept her hands down over her body, then lifted her firm titties and pointed them at the mirror. "And I satisfied him with my body, too. I made love to him every way he wanted it. I did things for him other women wouldn't do. I went down on him. I sucked his cock and swallowed the juice he shot into my mouth. I licked his balls. I even stuck my tongue in his asshole and gave him kicks he never knew before. I licked him and kissed him and sucked him. Little Miss Twitchy-ass will never do all the things I did for him, you can count on that. Then he'll come knocking on my door one night because he'll be hungry for all those wild, lovely things we did together.'"
"Lori," the voice said, "you know what's wrong with you?"
Lori tottered slightly, refocused her eyes. She shook her head and put her hand to her forehead. "Huh?" she muttered. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide and stared at the shattered bits of her own image.
"You know what, Lori?" The voice repeated.
"Wh-what?" Lori asked blankly.
"You're drunk."
And she was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lori drifted up from her alcoholic depths and lay for some time in the damp depression of her bed. She tried to orient her mind to the present, to where she was. It all came back to her slowly-the taunting mirror, the shattered glass and its mocking images, the blurring of her mind as the alcohol burned the tentacles of her brain into unreality.
She groaned when she thought of it.
"Ah, I see you're awake," a man's voice said softly.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes and aimed them in the direction of the voice.
"Don't be frightened, my dear," the voice soothed.
Lori raised her aching head from the pillow and tried to focus on the blurry image that stood across the room from her.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked.
The figure moved closer. "Don't you recognize me, dear?" Cal Winston asked.
Lori sat up and stared up into the cherubic face of the lawyer. "What do you ... How did you get in?" she asked.
"I told you I'd stop by today," he said. "I rang the bell, but there was no answer. You said you weren't fee1ing well so I thought I'd better see if you were all right. I tried the door and found it wasn't locked."
For the first time Lori realized she was naked. She pulled the sheet up around her and sat up. She glanced toward the window and saw it was dark outside.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Oh, perhaps an hour. I saw you were sleeping so I made myself several drinks and waited for you to awaken."
Lori's face reddened slightly. "You saw me lying here like this? No covers?"
Cal Winston shrugged. "I found the sight very pleasurable," he smiled.
"How could you?" she demanded with some anger.
He shrugged again. "It was simple, my dear. I merely came to the bedroom door and looked in," he said.
Then he smiled broadly. "You have a beautiful body. A very delightful body."
But the slight bit of anger that had been in Lori those few moments was not of a lasting quality. A compliment, after all, was a compliment; her body certainly deserved it, she reasoned. She smiled a hesitant smile. "Would it be asking too much if you allowed me to get out of bed?" she asked.
Cal moved closer to the bed. Now Lori saw for the first time that he was not completely dressed. He had taken off his shirt. He wore a tank type undershirt with a tuft of grayish hair standing up from the top. Several rolls of fat made indentations in the material, sagging over his belt. A quick-glance at his feet revealed to her that he had removed his shoes as well as his shirt.
He looked at her evenly, then down at the curves of her naked body under the single sheet. "I would much prefer if you would allow me to join you in your bed," he said.
"Wh-at?"
"Would it be so out of the question, my dear? After all, we are both adults and .. " "Why, Mr. Winston ..." "Cal."
"You must be out of your mind."
"Not at all, my dear. Because I am an attorney does not mean that I do not have sexual desires the same as any other person."
Lori sat up abruptly, drew the sheet tighter around her.
Cal went on. "You see, Lori, it isn't often I have the opportunity to meet someone as delectably beautiful as you. I admired you from the first moment you walked into my office. If it had not been so out of the question at the time, I would have approached you even then."
"I-I had no idea," she faltered. Lori wanted to be angry but found it impossible because of the few words of flattery Cal Winston had used on her. She eyed him now in a direct way; in her thoughts she was weighing an impulse to amuse herself by showing some interest in his proposition. But when she studied his fat, baggy overcoat of a body, any sexual desire for the little man fled immediately. "You'd better put your shirt back on," she said. "It wouldn't look good if someone came to see me."
Cal's smile lit up his round face. His eyes twinkled. "Such an idea would not find acceptance in my mind it this time," he said. "It is not my intention to leave until I have shown you the satisfaction I can give a woman."
"You?" Lori laughed.
"My dear, I am more of a lover than my physical appearance might indicate. It isn't always the man who is most muscularly built or the most handsome who can bring complete fulfillment to a woman. On the contrary, the world's greatest lovers have been rather plain, unimpressive appearing gentlemen."
"But you, Mr. Winston ... you're just not the typy. I mean, look at you. You're so short and ... and ..."
"Fat, I believe is the word for which you are searching. Outward appearances are quite often deceiving, as I told you. I do not profess to be the greatest lover in the world. However, I have given over a good deal of my time in perfecting the techniques of giving pleasure to my sexual partners."
"Partners?" she laughed lightly. 'You mean you cat around? Why, you sneaky little man."
Despite his somewhat sexless appearance, Lori found Cal Winston's calm demeanor and his self-confidence more than intriguing. Did this fat little man really have something? Or was he just another one of those inept little men who thought he was good?
"Furthermore, Lori, my dear, there are many things with which you are more than likely unfamiliar. I can teach you some of the refinements of the sexual aspect of love. Oh, I don't pretend to know everything-no one man does-nor am I in any way assuming that you have not already found total fulfillment in your sexual pursuits."
He moved closer to the bed and put his hand gently on her shoulder. The calm manner of his approach and his polished words had soothed Lori to the extent that she did not cringe under his touch as she thought she might. Instead; she found the hand on her shoulder warm and acceptable. The slight tremor that ran through her body brought a look of satisfaction to his face.
"You must relax completely, my sweet. Your body is a beautiful machine, to be handled as one would handle delicate china. Roughness and crudity are as much out of place in making love as handball in a cathedral. Your skin is like rich velvet. Your hair looks as though it was spun by angels. Your mouth is the perfect rosebud of womanhood..."
Lori's head was beginning to spin. She blinked her eyes. "Mr. Winston ... Cal. I'd like a drink."
"Of course, I had already anticipated that. Here, drink the one I made for you." He turned and took a glass from the nightstand and handed it to her. "A soothing drink is the elixir from which absolute love-making springs."
"Oh, Cal..."
"Hush, my dear," he went on. "First, I will remove the covering from your lovely body." Slowly, he put his hand on the top hem of the sheet, held it for a moment as his eyes held her in place, then pulled it from her. He did not take his eyes from hers for a long time; then, very slowly, he let them rove over the satin, rising mounds of her breasts, examining each nipple. Then he went to her stomach, her belly. He gave the sheet a quick yank, exposing Lori's body entirely.
"Ooh..." she murmured, pressing her legs together.
He looked longingly at the silk hair nest over her pussy. His mouth twitched a little, then he smiled. "You are indeed a perfect specimen of a woman," he said softly. "Absolutely lovely."
Lori felt as though she were under some kind of hypnotic spell. She wanted to leap out of the bed and cover herself. She wanted to pull the sheet up and yell at the chubby little man to get out of her bedroom. But she couldn't.
Cal bent slowly and put his lips ever so gently on her lips. He brushed back and forth lightly, making little pecking motions. "My beautiful one ... my own dear, sweet angel ..." He kissed her cheeks, then her temples. He did not put his hands on her, but merely bent over the inert form of Lori and dabbled his light kisses on her.
"Ooh," she said as his tongue dipped into her ear. Her body twitched a little, legs moving apart, then tight together again. "Oh... Cal..."
"Yes, my sweet... yes..."
He slid his hands onto her shoulders, then around them. He brought her tight against him with a gentle forward pull. His lips found hers. Through instinct or perhaps because of the magnetism of his approach, her arms snaked around his neck and held him tight.
It was a crushing kiss, yet with the pressure applied so slowly that neither of them realized they were grinding their mouths together eagerly.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed. His mouth slid off hers and down onto her neck. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he murmured as he kissed downward toward her upthrust breasts. His lips went over the satin surface at the upper portion of her left breast, then coursed across her chest to the top of the other mound. He slid around the side to the base, then up the deep cleavage. Now his tongue came out to taste her lightly.
Lori's chest began to heave in anticipation, awaiting the moment when he would take one of her tart nipples in his mouth and suck and lick it Her one hand lay lightly on the back of his head, longing to direct his mouth to the nipples that now ached for his kiss.
But he avoided the nipples, going instead to the underside of each golden hummock, licking a bit more urgently now, but ever gently. He trailed a wet line down her stomach and flicked lightly at her navel. "Ah, my sweet, lovely creature," he moaned contentedly. "The feel of your lovely skin on my lips is like heaven itself. Your body has the aroma of the most delicious nectar." The silver line of wetness moved upward once more and now went around her titties to her shoulders. He moved her arm away from her body and put his face into her armpit He nuzzled his nose into the shaved crevice, then moved down her arm until he came to her .fingers. "Your hands are as delicate and fine as butterfly wings," he went on. He took the little finger and put it in his mouth, then two more. He sucked on her fingers and ran his tongue between them. Then he went to her thumb and sucked it in the same motion as the sucking of a male organ.
Lori rolled to one side and put her hand on the side of his face. "You're ... you're ..." "Hush, my lovely... hush."
Ohhhh," she moaned as though helpless to do anything He licked his way back up her arm, went across her chest and repeated his kissing on the other arm. He took her fingers in his mouth as he had before. When the wet fingers finally slipped out of his mouth, he wiped them carefully with a corner of the sheet.
Lori's legs were beginning to piston back and forth in agitated, jerking little movements. Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly now as this strange new style of love-making was arousing her to a longing she had not felt before. She wanted desperately to feel his mouth on her nipples, to feel his warm tongue lick the tips, and when he again avoided the upraised nipples, she took one of her breasts in her hand and pointed the nipple at him. With her other hand she pulled his head toward it
"Oh, please... please," she begged. "Kiss it."
"Yes, my sweet lovely. I wanted you to ask," he said.
He put his lips on the raised knob and felt the pressure on the back of his head increase in a sudden tug of her hand. He moved his head from side to side, savoring the little rubbery button. His tongue flicked at it. He put his hand on the other titty and agitated the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"Ohh ... yes-sss ..." she hissed, heaving her chest upward.
"Mmmmmmm."
Then he took as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could, sucking with a hungry urgency, yet always gentle and controlled. He moved quickly to the other titty, engulfed the waiting mound as he had the first, then put his hand over the wetness he had left on it.
"Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. She kneaded his neck with her fingers.
He suckled on her breasts for some time, going from one to the other, kissing the nipples, the soft flesh of the entire breasts, licking at the aureoles. Then he slid his mouth off and coursed down her stomach once again. He turned her slightly so he could kiss the roundness of her hips, then continued downward until he was at her knee. He licked at her trembling kneecap, then put his mouth over it. "Ooh, that tickles," she giggled.
He raised her leg, went under it to the back side of her knee. He Ticked the tender flesh there, felt her twitch, then moved downward. He shifted his body, moving on his knees until he was in a position opposite her feet. He kissed the top of her foot He turned the foot slightly and kissed the underarch. He held the foot a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the tickling sensation, then moved down until his lips were on her toes. He swiped his tongue across the five little rises of her upper toes, then went below to the wrinkled crevices. He slid his tongue between each toe, stroking in and out, nipping at the tips.
Lori squirmed, yet did not try to pull her foot away. The sensation of Cal's kissing and licking her body in places others had hardly, touched before held her in a divine grip of ecstasy. She could do nothing now but lie and allow him to do what he wanted.
When he had thoroughly licked each toe on both feet, be began his upward movement once again, moving on his knees on the floor. He pulled gently on both legs, hugging them, so that he turned her body and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed. He spread her legs ride and got between them.
She trembled, knowing what he was going to do next. Sow she could reach his head once again and she put one hand on the side of his rotund face.
"Your skin is so soft-like golden velvet The aroma of four beautiful body is most delicious," he said softly.
"Yours is a body made for love, my dear. Your skin cries out to be kissed and licked and tasted."
"Oh, Cal... what a lover you are ..."
"Yes, dear one, your entire being is one made only or love. You arouse the desires in me like leaping flames..."
"Ooh..."
He reached out and touched the hairs of her pussy. His touch was light, feathery. He toyed lightly with the silky hair over her lovenest. Then he pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and slid the palms of his hands up the inner sides of her thighs.
"Oh, God. Oh, dear," she cried softly. "What you do tome."
' "Love is giving, my dear. Love is total enjoyment and total giving of one body to another." He laid his head on the inner side of her thigh and let his lips rest on the tender skin. His tongue came out of the corner of his mouth and licked lightly. "You are the object of my love, my darling. The woman in you brings my passion to the surface. You will know love, my sweet. Your whole body will find fulfillment because of my love for your gorgeous flesh." He turned his head and looked directly at her slightly open cunt, "Your womanhood awaits my love."
He moved toward the hairy box so slowly that he clutched at his hair, thin as it was, and felt the urge to drag him into her crotch. But this was his game, she thought, and he must be allowed to make love to her in his own way.
When his face was directly in front of her juiced pussy, he slid his hands toward it, put two finger of each hand into the aperture and spread the lips. "A delicious rosebud," he murmured. He opened the slippery slit wider. He rested his elbows on her thighs, held her pussy open, and moved into it with a slow, deliberate licking motion.
"Oh, yes-sss," she hissed. "Oh, do it, sweetie, do it to me!" She jerked her hips upward in urgent little movements, trying to surround his tongue with her moist, eager membranes.
He tasted the interior with a gentle in and out movement, then went to one of her pussy lips and slid from the top to the bottom, teasing her so that she cried out in agonized anticipation. "Patience, my lovely one. You will know full love soon enough," he mumbled softly into her reddish hole of hot, moist flesh. He came back up the other lip with the tip of his tongue. Then he stabbed at the hard knob of her clitoris, as though trying to push it out of the way. When she reacted with another upward lunge, he moved down to the lowest spot of her cunt and flattened his tongue. With a quick upward stroke, he licked the wet cavern until he was once again at her clitoris.
With a gentle, swabbing motion, like a dog licking a wound, he applied his flattened tongue to the wet hole between her legs. Her legs were thrashing more violently now, her hips heaving upward. Her hands were on each side of his face.
"Oh, Cal ... Cal ... what you do to me. Oh, you're driving me crazy. Yes, yes ... lick it, baby. Lick my pussy."
He took his tongue from her abruptly and edged his body upward so that his face lay on her soft, rounded belly. He licked at the tender flesh for some moments, then gradually inched higher on her body. Now he was at her breasts. He rolled his forehead back and forth under their jutting softness, wiping his face slowly across her body.
"Your body is like a beautiful heavenly pool of love," he murmured. "Your skin is absolutely delicious-so cool, so fine, so tender ..." He took one of the nipples and sucked on it hungrily, but always gently, with his hands smoothing and caressing her soft skin.
Her hands went under his undershirt. She clutched at the folds of skin. "You ... you still have your clothes on," she said.
"Yes, my sweet," he replied. He rose off his knees and toppled onto the bed beside her.
Her hands were immediately busy with his belt buckle and zipper. He adjusted his rotund body to accommodate her, raising his hips as she peeled his pants from him, sitting up briefly so she could roll his undershirt up over his head. Then she slid his shorts down to his knees and waited for him to take his legs out of them.
"No, my dear, you must do that," he said.
Busily, she wriggled the shorts down over his feet, urgent passion turning her slender fingers into snatching claws. Then, when she had pulled them over his feet, she wriggled her way up to lie beside him once more. Her hand went to his crotch. There was a noticeable pause as her fingers touched the area of his crotch.
"Yes, I know, sweet thing," he said.
"But it's... it's so..."
"Small."
She coiled her fingers around the object of her search and felt further between his legs. When she made a fist around the hard knob, his cock disappeared into the confines of her fingers.
"Smallness is not a detriment," he said. "In fact, size has very little to do with the ultimate satisfaction that a woman realizes. The proper manipulation of even a very small organ can arouse the passion in a woman as much as a large, over-sized one can."
Lori had the strange feeling that she was holding something similar to a baby's fist. Cal's cock was a stubby piece of hard muscle, yet there seemed to be considerable diameter to it.
"But can you, ah, do anything with this one?" she asked, her obvious disappointment coloring her voice.
In a slow, easy movement that surprised her, he raised his body and got between her legs. He kept his weight from her as he felt into her silken hair for the opening of her pussy. Then he moved forward until the head of his stubby cock was nestled between the' warm lips. He kept his hand on his cock, gripping it between thumb and forefinger. He moved the head around until the under side of his glans was touching her clitoris. Then he moved his cock quickly from side to side, agitating the little knob with the head of his cock and also with the tip of his thumb. Then he slid it lower into her wet, slippery slit and moved the cock-head up and down, then around and around. He moved his forefinger so that when he pushed forward the finger slid into her pussy along with his cock. Then, as his short cock lay buried in her, he brought his finger out and stroked her clitoris with a gentle, rhythmic movement.
Lori fought upward for more of him, thrusting her hips off the bed as she tried for more of the chunky piece of flesh.
He put his hands under the cheeks of her ass and held her off the bed. Then, with his cock in her, he rotated her hips in a round and round motion, holding his own body rigid so that all the movement was in her lower torso. She wrapped her legs around him.
"No, don't do that," he said. "Your movement is impeded that way." He elbowed her legs from around him so that they lay loosely away from her. Now her entire lower body was free for his manipulation and he continued his circular motions, grinding his surprisingly fat cock around inside of her.
Lori began to whimper, rolling her head from side to side as she writhed in agonized pleasure. The extreme diameter of his cock was awakening new sensations in her that she had never felt before. His gentle, practiced handling of her body made her want to give even more of herself, but there was nothing she could do but submit to his tender lovemaking.
"And now, my beautiful one," he said after a long time, "we will adjust our bodies so that we may both achieve the ultimate in sexual satisfaction at the same time."
"Oh, Cal..."
"Yes, my lovely."
He crawled over her, bracing his heavy body with both hands at the side of her head. His hips began a rapid-fire movement that Lori found difficult to adjust to for a few moments. Then her hips caught up the tempo, jerking back and forth so rapidly in unison with his movements that the bed began to quiver under the onslaught of the two bodies.
"It is building now," he grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes, yes!."
"Your body is exploding."
"I'm on fire."
"Your pussy is a raging flame." "Oh, your cock... your nice cock..." "Hot lava is coming." "Yes, yes, yes."
'Fuck, my sweet... FUCK!"
He put his mouth on hers and drove his tongue in and out in the same rhythm as his hips. They were joined at both ends and the jabbing movements were identical. Then, when the time came for his hot juices to spew into her, he collected saliva in his mouth and pressed it into her in the same rhythmic bursts as his cock. She swallowed hungrily.
Outside, there was thunder. Aortas of lightning and branched arteries of electric fire diagrammed the clouds.
Inside, there was thunder and electricity, too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lori groaned. The thunder had sounded accusative. A thin finger of a breeze tested the thin curtain over Lori's window, pushed the frail material into the room, then withdrew, leaving the curtain to settle back to limp alignment with the walk
She moaned softly. A small hand went to the moistness on her brow, wiped, then fell limply onto the rumpled sheets.
The broken mirror over her vanity looked menacing. She turned her head slightly to stare at it. She forced herself to smile ever so weakly. She had slept and drunk and slept some more. The wheel of her thoughts traveled around and around and the scenes spun crazily.
She could hear sounds from the living room, the soft dink of ice in a glass and the splash of something liquid. Then there was the satisfying sigh of someone having a drink. She wanted a drink but could not bring herself to call out for one. Instead, she rolled to the side of the bed and drank the lukewarm mixture of her last drink.
The storm outside was grappling with the city now, lashing it with its millions of water whips, growling at it, threatening it. The lightning hissed and hit some nearby tower, the heavy grumble of thunder followed it. Inwardly, Lori thrilled at storms. There was something about their violence that made her feel almost as violent The hammer of Thor, the flashbulbs of Zeus flooded the metropolis with streaks of light. Buildings quivered under the cannonade.
The world beyond churned in ecstasies of rain, noise, and colored light The lights in Lori's apartment gloved for a moment in a sinister red, then came up again. The dim bedside lamp winked at her.
Lori giggled.
There had been a storm in her body that had been tamed. This storm outside would die, too, tamed by the mysteries of nature, a happening over which no one had control. But her own storm could be controlled, she mused. The raging passion of her body came to an abrupt halt simultaneously with her orgasm. Perhaps, she thought smilingly, that was how the storm outside ended-in one giant orgasm of lightning and thunder.
She sat up in bed, winced as the tiny awls of pain shot prick-points through her brain. She swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"Perhaps this will help," Cal said. He was standing just inside the door, holding a tall drink in his hand.
Lori blinked, A scene was repeating itself and he couldn't be sure if she was dreaming the re-run or not.
"I thought you might need one," he said.
"Thanks." She held out her hand.
Cal came to the side of the bed and placed the glass inside her coiled fingers. He was still naked. He smiled as she drank. She drank heartily and with her eyes closed. The brief glimpse she had had of Cal's naked body made her suspect over her own rationality. She found it difficult to relieve that this rotund, balding little man could have brought her such pleasure earlier in the evening for now he looked anything but a competent lover. The folds of flesh around his body were somewhat less than appealing, his fat legs and the stub of his limp cock were almost repulsive.
She pulled her legs up and coupled her arms around them, still clutching her drink. She looked up. "How long did I sleep?"
"Off and on for a couple hours."
She put her legs back over the side of the bed, took a quick drink, and stood up. "Potty time," she said simply, and pushed past him and went into the bathroom.
Her breasts felt heavy. She cupped them in her hands as she sat on the stool, caressing them tenderly. Her body felt tired. She pawed lightly at the slightly matted hair over her pussy, recalling that several faces had found that part of her very inviting over the past few days.
When she was through, she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw puffy eyes and puffy lips. Her hair was a series of straggly skeins that made her look witchlike. Quickly, she brushed out the matted strands, applied cool water to her face, then wrapped a towel around her body in sarong fashion. Holding the towel with one hand, she finished her drink, then went out.
Cal looked surprised. "You're covering that beautiful body with a mere towel?" he asked. "To me, you are the. perfect Eve."
But now his words held no fascination for her. In fact, now she viewed them as corny. Feeling a bit sheepish for having submitted to him in the first place, she said, "I think the party's over, Cal. Let's cool it with that sort of talk."
"Why, my dear, the party's just begun. You are on the threshold of an experience you will recall with pleasure the rest of your life."
She looked at him evenly. She wondered how she could have found this short, sexless looking man with the nattering words even slightly attractive. Yet she had succumbed to those words and found pleasure in what he had done to her.
"I wanted to talk to you about business," she said. "I had no idea something like this was going to happen."
"But it did happen, my sweet You cannot deny that you did discover new sensations in your body tonight. Your every action indicated pleasure beyond bounds."
"I think you hypnotized me," she said wryly.
"Perhaps making love to a woman is a form of hypnosis," he said. "But then, viewing the loveliness of your body brings out the best in a man."
"Don't you think you'd better get dressed?"
"Of course not," he said quickly. "I'll fix you another drink. During the interim you might set your mind so recalling what took place between us a short time ago." He turned and walked out of the room, his heavy asscheeks moving up and down loosely. At the door, he turned, smiled. "And you might prepare yourself for something even more stimulating."
"Cal... no."
"I have a special treat for you. Relax."
She watched as his fat form moved through the doorway. She shuddered slightly when she realized he had no intention of leaving, yet he spoke with such assurance and confidence that she found herself mildly intrigued by the special treat he had in store for her.
Within moments, Cal returned with another tall drink which he handed to Lori with a flourish. "Ambrosia for the queen," he said. "Erotica in a glass."
"Oh, Cal... honestly."
"Your breasts are as inviting as the sweetest flower bud to the bee, your beautiful body is a machine made for love..."
"This flower has got to get some rest," she said. But she took the drink and drank several swallows from it. She still held the towel around her.
"A warm tongue across your lovely nipples would kindle the flames of passion in you, my dear. May I?" Without waiting for a reply, he moved to a position in front of her and put his mouth on one of her nipples. His tongue licked at the bud.
"Please, Cal..."
He moved to the other nipple and licked it "Cal, I've got to... to ..."
"You've got to be loved because that is your calling," he murmured. "To deny your gorgeous body one moment of love would be sacrilege, dear heart It cries out for the tender caress of a man. Already the slight movement of your lovely hips indicates a yearning to be joined once again with the tender muscle of a man." He swabbed his tongue across one breast then the other.
Lori was already beginning to breathe heavily. She could not help but enjoy what he was doing to her, yet she wanted to fight against it She put her hand on his bead and tried to ease him away.
"Don't stop the very thing that is giving you pleasure, sweetheart," he said. "You are working through instinct die instinct that instructs a woman to deny, even though die flames of passion are raging through her. You are alive with passion. Your body cries out to be loved. It is wrong of you to fight against what your lovely body desires."
Lori's head was beginning to swim again. She had allowed the towel to slip down over her breasts and now she loosened her grip on it entirely. It fell to the floor at their feet She resigned herself to allow this very unusual man to have his way with her.
As he kissed her breasts, she finished the remainder of her drink. She vaguely recalled being lifted to the bed as the kissing lips and licking tongue never left the infernos at the tips of her breasts. Then she felt his tongue coursing over her body, lapping at it hungrily. She felt the coolness where his saliva moistened the flesh, felt the tingle of his tongue as it nicked and licked over her belly, between her legs, down her legs.
The room seemed to be spinning crazily. She wondered how he could be in so many different places at one time. He was kissing her mouth one moment, her legs the next. Many pairs of hands moved over her, toying with her nipples, then her inner thighs. She searched the bed with one hand, trying to orient herself. She felt the warm skin of his belly and slid lower until she felt the tuft of hair between his legs. She groped for the cock she knew was nestled among the hair.
Then she gasped. The cock she found did not seem :o match the one in her memory. This piece of warm flesh was much bigger than she remembered and she wondered dimly how such a thing could be. How could it have been so small and stubby on one occasion and grown to such size now?
She opened her eyes and tried to bring them into focus on the cock in her hand. It was bigger. She stared a it a moment, then trailed her eyes up the body of its owner.
The man smiled down at her. "Like it?" he asked.
Lori jerked. "Wh-who are you?"
"Sorry about not introducing my friend, sweetheart." Cal said from somewhere down around her feet "But I didn't think you were quite prepared for it."
"Who is he?" Lori demanded.
"The owner of that proud rod is someone you will know only as Norm," Cal said.
Then Lori realized she was still holding Norm's cock. She released it immediately. "What is this? What are you trying to do to me?" she asked.
"Relax, my sweet, we are doing nothing more complicated than making love to you. Your beautiful body should be shared by more than one."
"Two? At one time?" Lori said.
"There is a certain ecstasy in numbers," Cal said.
"Oh, no, not for me there isn't," she said. Her body became rigid with the sudden turn of events. "Both of you had better get out of here."
"Now, now, baby," Cal said. "You're reverting to instinct again. The thought of having two men make love to you at one time is undoubtedly exciting to you, yet you fight against such an intriguing development. Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"I-I've heard about it," she said softly.
"You can put your hand back on my rod now," Norm said. He was on his knees beside her. He edged forward a little so she could reach him. She was on her back, her legs spread slightly, her arms lying limply beside her body. The dim nightstand light played over the perfect white hemispheres of her jutting breasts.
Cal eased her legs apart and knelt between them. He put both hands on her pussy and stroked the bristle gently. "Such a lovely puff," he said. "The tenderest, most delightful part of a real woman."
Norm leaned over and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down gently. His long, hard prick curved forward from his dangling balls. As he ministered to her titties it bounced up and down like a huge lever. It was an impressive cock, a hard hose of flesh with a swollen nozzle of deep red at the end.
Lori had fallen under the spell of this dual love-making. She reached out and took Norm's cock in her hand and pulled the skin back over the glans.
"Your hand is as gentle as a kitten's," Norm breathed. "Stroke it a little."
She turned slightly to adjust her body. Now her movement was free. She stroked the skin back and forth and felt a thrill go through her as she thought of that huge piece of meat inside her. And she thought of this despite the fact that Cal had thrilled her beyond belief with his stub of a prick. She ran her hand to the base and took his balls, fondling them gently.
Cal was toying with her pussy. He ran his fingers into the slippery opening, pushing them deep into her. Then he put his other hand beside the first and eased more fingers into her cunt He wiggled them, moved them about in the soft membranes. Then he pulled one hand out and slipped it down the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. She raised her ass so he could find her asshole. Slippery with her cunt juice, he slipped one finger into the puckered hole. Now he manipulated both hands, one in her asshole and one in her cunt. He ran his finger deep into her asshole, another deep into her cunt. Somewhere inside of her she felt the pressure as both fingers met at the same place.
Norm was going from one breast to the other rapidly now. He licked the tart nipples, nipped at them, then licked the entire area of the aureole. He held them together with his hands and kissed both nipples at one time.
Lori was stroking Norm's cock in vigorous, jerking motions, pulling on the hot shaft to bring him closer.
Without disturbing Cal, who was directly behind him, Norm moved his body atop Lori so that he was sitting on her chest He took the twin mounds and moved them apart, then laid his hot prick between them. His balls nestled onto her stomach. "Hold them together," he said. Lori immediately compressed her soft breasts against the torrid shaft that was already moving back and forth, the mushroom head almost touching her chin with each stroke.
Now Norm rose up slightly, taking his cock from between her tits. He held it down so that the head barely touched her lips.
But Lori was not ready to take his cock in her mouth just yet. She held her lips tightly closed. She stared at the long, pale shaft, then looked up at the man who knelt over her. There was a thick growth of hair on Norm's body, joining in a dark line down the center of his stomach where the converging hairs met Around his cock, the hair grew in a thicket of tightly curled ringlets that faded gradually to thin fur on his legs. With him atop her, Lori put her hands on his ass.
Norm moved a little, until his cock-head was touching her nose. He guided it to one nostril, then the other. He moved up a little more and laid the hot muscle on her eyelid. Turning her head with one hand, he steered the head of his cock into her ear and moved it about briefly. His balls were nearly touching her chin. Lori breathed in the heady aroma of his crotch.
Looking down at her, Norm smiled at the pleasure he was having with his hard cock. He moved it about on her face, touching her eyelids with the head, smearing the small drop of fluid onto her lips. He brought his balls up and laid the sack across her nose, being careful to keep the pressure off her.
"You want to suck it now?" he asked. He guided the robbery head to her lips and pried them apart with it. The soft head slid across her lips and Norm squeezed another drop of liquid from it which he applied to the inner side of her lip.
Lori inhaled the strong aroma of Norm's prick and the juice he had squeezed from it. She opened her eyes wider. Her brain was whirring with the many new sensations she was feeling. Cal was still probing gently in her cunt and her asshole, Norm was smearing his big, hard cock across her lips. Her mind reeled giddily. Her inner self screamed and told her that this was life. This was life in its rawest yet purest form. Her body responded like a machine turned on.
Lori's lips parted, and Norm caught the signal. 1 e gently pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth.
Cal was murmuring contentedly, sliding his slickened fingers in and out of the holes he had chosen.
"Such a lovely warm hole. Such a wondrous flower of soft flesh your cunt is, my dear. And the bud of your ass is a thing of total enjoyment. ,." Then he slid his fingers out of her pussy, bent and licked it for a moment. "So sweet with your love, my darling. So delicious." He took his mouth off her pussy and licked his fingers.
"Lick my staff of life, baby," Norm murmured. "Take it in your pretty mouth and lick it." He adjusted himself so he could stroke his long rod in and out of Lori's mouth. He moved above her, his hands outstretched to the top of the bed and fucked her in the mouth. She responded by twirling her tongue around the flared glans and tightening her lips around the entire head. She flicked at the viscous secretion that emerged when she put her fingers at the base of his cock and squeezed upward.
Cal had fallen face first into her crotch and was licking the slickened cunt hungrily, forming his tongue into a tube, then flattening it to lick from the very bottom of her cunt to the top. He raised her ass higher so that her puckered anus winked at him from the crevice between the luscious mounds of her ass. He put his nose against the brown spot and inhaled. Then his tongue lashed across the tight pucker, wetting it and the surrounding area. He contorted himself so that he could put his mouth on the tiny lips, then kissed it, pulling on the cheeks of her ass to bring her tight against him. The tip of his tongue went into the slickened hole, driving into the pinched opening until it expanded to accommodate his eager tongue.
Lori moaned as the thick cock slid in and out of her mouth. She moaned even more when Cal's wide tongue licked the entire length of the crevice between her asscheeks. Her body hummed as though wired with electricity. Her nerve ends were attached to a giant dynamo that jolted her body into frenzied movements. She brought her teeth down on the thickened neck of Norm's cock, felt him buck, then released him. The velvet texture of her tongue was soothing on the velvet skin of his prick.
The joint manipulation lifted her to a plateau of ecstasy that was both new and wonderful to her. She was filled with the madness of her own passion, sucking and being sucked, caressing and being caressed. She was snorting with labored breathing as Norm's cock continued to plunge in and out of her mouth. And there were squishing sounds coming from her mouth as her saliva collected and ran out of the corners of her mouth. Then, too, there was a squeaking of wet flesh as Cal licked the wet, spongy mass between her legs, coursed up the crack of her ass to her asshole.
Cal was grunting and murmuring at the same time, trying to form words but unable to do so because of his hungry passion for what he was doing.
"Suck it, baby," Norm muttered as he moved his cock rapidly in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. "Suck that nice cock, baby."
"Ummmhmmm," was her choked reply.
Now Cal stopped his licking and moved upward between Lori's legs. He dug for his stubby cock and put it in the wet hole he had licked so thoroughly. He reached out and took hold of Norm's ass. With his thumbs, he spread the hairy cheeks to expose the brown asshole nestled in the crevice. Without hesitation, he drove his face into the valley. His tongue dabbed at the pinched anus then burrowed its way in.
Now, like three giant land crabs, the trio rocked on the bed, each giving pleasure, each receiving pleasure. They lunged and rocked and moaned with contentment. They groaned and murmured in the mammoth ecstasy of the eroticism in which they were engaged. They would all spasm together, Lori knew. Cal would see to that.
And they did.
It was as though the world had tilted suddenly on its axis, as though all the lightning in the world had gathered in that one bedroom and flashed with a frightening madness through their brains.
Somewhere, in the dizzying interval while the three bodies spasmed, Lori recalled a flooding flash of hot lava in her mouth, the spurts coming simultaneously with her own wracking bursts of exploding passion.
Then the three panting bodies collapsed on the bed in a heap of perspiring flesh.
CHAPTER NINE
The early morning breeze flapped the curtain of Lori's bedroom. Across the city, moving like billowing ships, the undersides of clouds were being tinted lavender and light orange as the rising sun began to paint them in delicate patterns. On the street far below, traffic was grumbling.
Lori awakened on her mussed bed, her body molding itself into the flat plateau where she had experienced so much that had been new to her. Her muscles complained; her bones ached. Waking up had been going en for several hours. She had fought it, shivering. Total awakening would mean facing a new day that her confused mind was not prepared to meet. She could not be sure what she would confront when she finally opened her eyes.
The errant breezes, chill with morning, wafted across the room, touching her like wet feathers, then drifting on. They stirred the odors of her apartment, blending them into odious smells-cigarette smoke, carbonic and soar, spilled liquor, sweat and the faint aroma of sex.
Nausea.
Lori opened her eyes. There was reservation in the act. And hesitation. She looked about the room as though seeing it for the first time. For a few moments, everything looked strange to her. Then she remembered. She recalled in vivid detail what had happened on the bed on which she lay. She became nervous now, wondering if the two men had left. Or were they sitting amiably in the living room, nonchalantly discussing their wild sex practices of the night before?
She squirmed in her bed. She listened for some sound from the next room. There was none. She stretched trying to shake some of the numbness of sleep and strain from her tired body.
Lori dragged herself to the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor. The bath towel she had worn when she first came from the bathroom lay on the floor a terry-cloth reminder of a night her pain wracked body needed no talisman to remember. She squinted against the brightening daylight. A stab of pain in her head reminded her of the liquor she had consumed. Maybe an other drink would help, she thought.
She went to the bar and made herself a morning bracer, a double Scotch over ice.
The liquor tasted harsh and unpleasant. It stung he mouth and she felt a sudden wave of nausea clutching her stomach. She started to the bathroom, tripped on her way, and found herself sprawled on the floor. She tried to get up, but her stomach convulsed and she knelt on hands and knees, naked, losing the vile yellow fluid her stomach objected to. She could not control the violent spasms that shook her body mercilessly.
She lay there for a long time after, sobbing and trembling. Her head throbbed even more now and her body felt as though it was being attacked by legions of angry demons. She got back up on her hands and knees, averting her eyes from the puddle of vomit on the floor, and started to crawl towards the bathroom. Slowly and laboriously, she made her way toward the cool pink and black tiles of the bathroom floor. She felt them, smooth and slick beneath her trembling hands. Wearily, she dragged herself across the threshold. She clung to the vanity bench, then inched her way along to the edge of the tub. Her forehead rested against the cool porcelain of the tub rim. She sat, rubbing the fever from her brow against the comforting coolness of the tub. The broken mirror flashed jaggedly at her.
She stood up and groped for the knobs of the shower. The sound of water roared in her ears. She adjusted the flow. Then, through painful determination only, she made herself step into the splashing cascade. She let the water play over her body. And when she could hold her head up, she tossed it back and let the shower play full upon her throbbing forehead, soaking her hair.
Cautiously her fingers explored the crevice of her ass where she felt a slight pain. She bent over and soaped the area carefully. Then she stood up, clenched her teeth, and turned the shower to full cold. A blessing of cold spray enlivened her skin.
She stepped from the shower and tried to pat herself dry with a fresh, soft towel. Her body began to tingle and she realized that she was still alive.
She went to the mirror and stared at her reflection in one of the larger fragments. She looked awful, she decided. Not radiant and alive the way she used to look after a night of love with Jim. Not even desirable and luscious the way she had looked after her night with Art Bond. No. This morning she looked worse than she had ever looked in her life. She looked sick and hung-over, dissipated-used up. And no wonder, she thought. She had come full route down the road of sex.
But, even though her body ached and her appearance looked terrible, she could not find it in her to regret the experiences she had gone through. The thought of two men making love to her at the same time sent a tremor through her body.
She dreaded the thought of returning to the living room. There was a lot of cleaning up to do. And the bedroom! She cringed as she stepped back into the arena of sex. The bed was crumpled and stained with the fluids of their love-making. The ashtray was over flowing with butts. A couple of half filled glasses sat on the nightstands. She thought of the mess she had spilled on the floor when she was sick-and winced at the idea that she was the one who had to clean it up.
She wrung a towel out in cold water and went to the spot where she had emptied her stomach. From the closet, she took an old, unbecoming housecoat and slipped it on. It would do for the job that was to be done. Her hair was still wet and stringy from the shower. Her lips showed the puffiness from the kissing and sucking she had done.
Hesitantly, she knelt and began cleaning up the mess she had left. Her stomach lurched. She was almost sick on top of it all.
The doorbell rang.
She sprang to her feet, pulled her robe about her body and tried to smooth her hair down. She drew in a breath, frowned at the mess she had yet to clean up, then reached for the doorknob and gave it a turn.
In the doorway, Jim Cameron greeted her with a startled smile.
"Good grief," he exclaimed. "What happened to you?"
"Oh, no," Lori gasped. She brushed her hand across her forehead. "I didn't expect ... I thought you were going to call."
Jim glanced down at the mess on the floor. Then his eyes traveled around the apartment. His face clouded slightly.
"I was going to," he said. "But I thought it would be better to talk to you in person."
Lori was deeply embarrassed. She hadn't wanted Jim to see her this way. The apartment was a mess, glaring evidence that something other than normal living had been going on in it, a madness that seemed to come screaming at her from all angles now.
"I, ah, slept late," she said lamely.
"Yeah," he said. "So I see."
"I-I spilled something," she said, glancing to the spot at her feet.
Jim smiled knowingly. "It's nice to know that you're not brooding over what happened between us." He nodded his head to the mess behind her.
She shrugged helplessly. She knew Jim wouldn't believe anything she told him. She said nothing.
'This thing between you and Ken, Lori," he said. "Don't you think you'd better lay off?"
"Me lay off? He came to ..."
"Yeah, I know," Jim cut in. "He met you at the plane and you made it interesting enough for him to spend the night here."
"So?"
"So I don't, like it. You know that Ken has always had a thing for you. You've got him so he's carrying his ass on his shoulders. It's having an effect on his work and as long as he's working for me..."
"What he does with his own time should be his business, darling. Maybe I kind of like him, too."
"Oh, bull! The only thing you're interested in is how much dick a guy can give you"
"He's not bad," she teased.
"Goddamn it, Lori, lay off Ken," Jim snapped. "And while you're at it, leave Art Bond alone, too. He's a married man."
She smiled evilly. "Can I help it if men find me attractive?"
"Yeah, especially if you wave your pussy at them."
"There are other things they like, too," she smile. "Did they tell you everything?"
"They didn't tell me a damn thing, but I know you well enough to know they didn't come to see you just to console you. Art has a pretty big mouth, you know. He let everyone in the bar where he hangs out know what a good time he had up here. Naturally, he didn't say anything to me because he knew his ass would be mud if he did."
"Did they say I was good?" she teased again, feigning serious interest in the question.
"Goddamn you, Lori, lay off my employees. If you think you're going to get back at me by whoring around with my help, well, forget it. All I have to do is throw their asses out and get someone else. You'll hurt them not me."
"But they're so much fun, Jim. Honestly, that Art..."
He glared at her. "And another thing, Lori-lay off Lil. You have no reason to get her involved in your own personal vendetta. If you have something to discuss about the settlement, call Cal Winston. Or have your lawyer call him."
She looked at him evenly. A slow, evil smile crept over her face. "Did you know that good lawyer Winston paid me a call? And right here in my apartment, too."
His eyes showed sudden fire. "Good God, Lori, you're not after that poor old guy, too, are you? You must be sick."
"No, darling, I'm not sick. But I was thinking about my future. I was thinking that instead of the cash settlement you gave me, there could be some provision for my own future security, something like bonds or stocks. You deal in that sort of thing and it would be simple for you to set something up for me."
"And that's what you wanted to talk to Cal about?"
"Yes," she said slowly. "Of course, we didn't get around to talking much business. In fact, it took us most of the night just to get acquainted."
"God, you really are sick," he snorted.
"No, just getting what I want out of life."
"So, what you're saying is that you'd like me to invest a part of the money in securities for you. If you're so sold on Ken, why don't you ask him He's knows a good deal about business, you know. I think he could support you and handle a special investment for you at the same time."
"If I wanted to rely on him in this, I would," Lori said sharply. "I'm asking you, Jim." -
"And if I refuse, then you're going to keep on making an ass out of yourself and some of the people who work for me, right?"
"You said it, darling, not me."
"You're a rotten bitch," he snapped. "You think that goddamn pussy is going to buy you everything you want. Well, forget it, sweetheart. Like I said, if you make a whore out of yourself and insist on interfering with my employees, then go right ahead. I can always get new help."
"Fire your best friend? Don't be silly. You wouldn't fire Ken Bowman in a hundred years." 1
Jim sighed hopelessly. "Lori, why can't you just turn your back on what's happened and start a new life for yourself?"
"I am, darling. This is a new life for me, don't you see? I have my freedom, an income, a nice apartment and a whole bunch of handsome men to see that I don't get lonesome. And, you know, I don't have to worry about cooking or looking out for a man like I did when I was married."
"You did very little of that when I was around," he grumped. "In fact, you kept yourself in such a drunken stupor you didn't even know I was around half the time."
Lori smiled at the discomfort she was instilling in her ex-husband. Perhaps she could needle him still more. "By the way, now that you're getting married, where are you going to take your sweet innocent little thing for a honeymoon?"
"Ah, to the islands," he said. "Probably for a month."
"Why, Jim, you didn't take me on a month long honeymoon. You must plan on training her real good."
"We didn't take a month because I couldn't," he said. "I had to take care of the office."
"And who's going to take care of it this time?"
"Art and Ken know enough about the business to handle it."
She smiled slowly, coiled her index finger in her hair She walked across the room and stood beside the small bar. "Well, that's certainly going to be interesting," she said softly.
"And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe it means that the people who work for you will have more time to themselves. You know, employees always take a few more liberties when the boss isn't around."
"Why, you rotten tramp!" he snarled. 'You know Art Bond has a big mouth. If he wasn't so damned important to the company I'd have let him go a long time ago. I know he chases around. And furthermore, you always said you couldn't stand him before and now you suddenly..
"Find him attractive? Of course, I do. He's all man. Big, broad-shouldered, and he has a nice personality. Oh, maybe he's a little loud sometimes, but it makes him seem more forceful, more of a man."
Jim crossed the room and stood before her. His eyes were like twin blow-torches. His hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face. "You goddamn bitch!"
Simultaneously with the slap, a deep-rooted thrill shot through Lori. It was the first time Jim had ever slapped her-and she liked it!
"You brute bastard!" she said. "Do it again."
He did.
The exhilaration that shot through her made her smile. But Jim misinterpreted the smile as a mockery, a defiance.
"You no-good cunt!" he shouted.
"And you're a good-for-nothing prick!"
Now the anger rose in Jim. He snatched her by the shoulders and spun her to the floor. Quickly, he pounced on her and turned her face down. With one sweep of his hand he yanked the housecoat over her bare ass, then he brought his hand down sharply. Then again.
"Ooh..." she moaned.
"You stinking cunt!" he snarled. "I'm going to beat your ass until you promise to quit fucking up the works in my office!" He raised his hand high, then brought it down with a resounding whack. It delighted him when she screamed, for it meant he was hurting her. He slapped her bare ass several more times.
"Oh, Jim ... Jim ..."
Through his anger, Jim detected that she was not being hurt as much as he thought. He brought both palms down on her reddening flesh in great flailing motions, stinging his own hands as he smacked the bare skin.
"Yes, Jim, darling ... beat me," she cried. "Beat me some more. Ohhh ... Jim-mmm..." "What the .. . ?" "Do it! Beat me, damn it!"
Now he moved his attack to the backs of her thighs, smacking her skin with sharp, stinging cracks.
Lori was writhing on the floor in a strange, swimming motion. Her hands clawed out in front of her, snatching at the pile of the carpeting. Her legs were thrashing bringing new spots under his slapping palms.
"Oh, God, what that does to me," she half sobbed.
"You're crazy," he panted. "You're crazy as hell."
"Yes, yes ... I'm crazy for what you're doing to me More... do it some more!"
"I'd kill you if my hands weren't so damned sore," he complained.
"Your belt, Jim. Use your belt!" She wriggled around and clawed at his belt buckle.
"Jesus Christ, Lori, have you flipped?"
"No, no! I like it!" She dug the belt buckle free with frantic fingers, then pulled the belt out with one long stroke. She doubled it and handed it to him. "Please, I want you to do it some more," she said softly. She flipped her body over and got on her hands and knees.
Jim looked at the reddened cheeks of her ass, the red fingermarks on her thighs. He felt the sting in his hand He raised the belt, winced, then lowered it slowly.
Lori turned her head to look at him. "Damn it, Jim do what I say! I want it!"
The belt rose high in the air and came down sharply. It was like the crack of a whip as the leather met bare skin.
"Again!" she called out He smacked her sharply once more. Then, as the whip continued to rise and fall, Lori inched her hand between her legs. Her fingers dug in the hair of her pussy, found the opening, and began a rhythmic massaging of the clitoris.
"Oh, yes, Jim. Yes! Yes! Yes!" She timed her words with the fall of the whip. Her ass was rocking back and forth now as she worked her finger in and out of her cunt, "Oh, this is heaven! Heaven, heaven, heaven."
Jim could not explain his own actions. He had begun with anger for the woman who was threatening to upset his office. Now, strangely, the anger was being replaced by fascination. The same weird perversion that had gripped Lori was now taking hold of him. As he looked at the ever reddening ass of his ex-wife, he was surprised that there was a slow crawling action taking place in his crotch. He was getting a hard-on!
He watched as she stroked her finger in and out of her pussy. He was fascinated by the rhythmic movements of her ass as his blows fell, lighter now, on her soft skin. Without being fully aware of it, he dug in his pants and took out his cock. He threw his belt to one side, eyeing her slightly open pussy with eyes filled with desire. He moved up behind her and stuck the head of it in her reddish-brown cunt.
'You wild-assed bitch," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you."
'Yes! Do it!" she cried.
He rammed his hard shaft into her in one pressured stroke. His arms snaked around her. His fingers clutched her dangling breasts, squeezed hard.
"Tear them off!" she moaned in a desperate whisper.
"I will, damn you!"
"And fuck me!"
"I'll tear you up," he grunted. "I'll tear that goddamn rotten pussy to shreds for you!" "I'd love it! Do it!"
He pounded into her in harsh, demanding strokes, hurting his own cock skin in the process. He pulled on her tits in hard, gripping snatches.
She let out a groan and moved backward rapidly, almost toppling him onto the floor. "Move!" she said.
"You're a crazy, goddamn bitch," he said. He picked her ass off his lap, hoisted her forward, then drove his rod into her sharply.
She yelped.
"Now, you cunt," he grunted, "you're going to get the fuck of your life." He withdrew partially, then rammed forward again. He held her tits tightly to hold himself in place.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "What a cock!" "It's no different than it ever was." "It's nicer."
"Your cunt is a hot box." "Pound it,"
He plunged into her viciously, squeezing her tits until she screamed. He withdrew one hand and dug his thumb into her asshole. "You want pain, I'll give you pain," he grunted.
"I'm going to wilt your rod," she moaned.
"Not until I'm ready."
"I'll get you ready, you stud bastard."
"Not with that beat-up old sawmill."
He dropped his face onto her back and bit into the flesh. He bit way across her shoulders, biting harder with each move, and driving in and out of her while he did so. He worked in unison with his own thrusts, biting each time he plowed his cock into her, taking as much flesh as his mouth could hold, and sinking his teeth into the smooth texture of her skin.
She was still working her fingers in and out of her cunt at the same time his cock was ramming in and out of her. Now she reached a little farther and took hold of the slippery shaft. She sunk her nails into it.
"Hey, that hurts," he yelped. He snatched her hair and twisted,
"The fuse is getting short," she whispered hoarsely. "Explode then."
Their bodies bucked and heaved, their nostrils flared as loud snorts came from both of them. A searing white flame of lightning shot a million stars through their brains.
"Ohhh," he moaned as though in pain.
There was a moment when they were almost still. Then, as he sucked in his breath, an explosion of gray-white lava spun from his cock and into her slippery channel of love, straining his balls, straining his entire groin area to pump out more hot fluid simultaneously with her spasms.
Then, as Jim rolled off her, dragging his spent cock from her lathered hole, he felt a sudden rush of embarrassment go through him. And anger, too. Lori, cleverly and slyly, had won another battle.
CHAPTER TEN
Two days had gone by since Jim had been to Lori's apartment. No one else had called. No one had come up. Lori had called the office and asked for Art Bond. She was told that he was busy. She tried Ken Bowman. She got the same message.
Jim had warned them to stay away from her, she thought, and the anger she had been able to hold in check since Jim's visit now grew in her again. She and Jim had not parted on amiable terms, she recalled. After their session on the floor, he had become angry and warned her once again not to interfere with the men in his office. He had been quite firm about that, she remembered. He had said something about informing the school board about her and that had frightened her some.
She got up from the couch and went to the phone. She called Jim's office, asked for either Ken Bowman or Art Bond.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cameron," the girl said, "but neither of them is in. Can I take a message?"
"No!" She slammed the phone down.
She strode across the room and made herself a drink. It was still early afternoon and she wondered if it was possible both Ken and Art were out; or was the girl under orders to cover up?
She got up from the sofa and went to the full-length mirror in the hallway. She twirled in front of it. "How could they not want me?" she asked out loud. She noticed the upthrust contour of her breasts, the well-rounded hips. Her face was still young and when she smiled at herself she had to admit to a definite attractiveness that most men would find hard to resist.
She spun away from the mirror, looking back over her shoulder to admire the trim figure she still retained. She noticed her buttocks, round and well-formed, and smiled with self-delight.
Well, she thought, if Art Bond was trying to avoid her, she would have to do something about it.
From her clothes closet she took a gown of green silk, exquisite and expensive. She smoothed it out over the bed and selected her finest lingerie from her dresser. She laid out a pair of semi-high heels.
She spent the remainder of the afternoon getting ready. A long, lingering shower helped to quiet the uneasinesss in her. She put on her make-up very carefully, giving special attention to her eyes. She bound her thick, lustrous hair into a high-piled bun on top of her head and set a silver barrette in it. She wanted to look different from all the other women on the street. Minis and straight long hair were out.
When the time came, she pulled on the sheer lace and net panties that would be no more than a wisp of material between her body and her gown. The matching bra had been embroidered with her initials. It had been Jim's idea. He thought it would be amusing to have it done. "Just in case we ever go to an orgy you'll know your own underwear," he had said. When she slipped the green silk over her head, she went to check the effect in the mirror. She backed away smiling, pleased with her efforts.
She picked up her purse and started out of the apartment. There was a bar in the hotel next to Jim's office where Art Bond hung out. If Art thought he could throw her over just like that, well, Mr. Bond had another thought coming, she said to herself. Jim Cameron wasn't going to dictate to her who she could see and who she couldn't,
Lori hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the bar where she hoped she would run into Art Bond.
The Gold Key Inn was dark and quiet although there were a lot of people crowding the place. It was one of those spots where businessmen went to talk business and meet their girlfriends.
Lori stood for a short time, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. When they got in proper focus, she looked about the room for Art Bond. She listened, toe for his loud voice and raucous laugh, a beam on which she could home in case she heard it. She did not locate him.
The fat man who approached her asked her politely i he could help her.
"Yes," Lori said. "Do you know if Art Bond is here?"
The man's thick thumb jerked toward the rear c the room. "Back there," he said. He studied Lori without moving aside to let her pass.
She looked at him, puzzled.
"You, ah, Mrs. Bond?" the man asked.
Lori smiled. "No, just a friend," she said.
"Oh," the man said slowly, still eyeing Lori carefully. "Because Art told me his wife was going to meet him here later. I didn't want to ... ah ..." He jerked his thumb toward the back room again.
Head high, Lori made her way toward the room which she could now see was about half the size of the front portion of the Gold Key. The lights were dim. Subdued laughter and talk indicated the intimacy of the interior.
The loudness of Art Bond's voice drew Lori's attention to a table to the left of the doorway. He saw her immediately and was on his feet before she reached the table. The smile he wore looked forced, uneasy.
"I know, I know," Lori said before he had a chance to speak. "Your wife is coming. I'll make it quick."
"I've been meaning to get in touch with you," he said
"You know how to reach me," she said stiffly.
There were two other men at the table and their attention was drawn to the two standing figures. Art glanced at them, then moved toward Lori and lower d his voice.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But it's been kind of rough in the office lately. It's been bad enough trying to learn everything about Jim's job, but the home front is getting a little hot. I can't afford to antagonize the wife right now. A stink around the office would blow everything for me. I know you're not interested in my personal life, but I may as well level with you. You see, she's got most of the money. Everything's in her name. And I... well, you know, had to come to some kind of terms with her. I've got to use my head. Hell, Lori, I'm too old to start over somewhere else. You should know how these things are. You've been through it."
'Yes," Lori said evenly. "I've been through it. I've had the door slammed in my face so I know exactly how it feels." She smiled weakly, turned and walked quickly through the insolent darkness that seemed to mock her as she hurried from the bar.
There was a bank of telephone booths in the lobby of the hotel next door and Lori went into a vacant cubicle and hastily dialed Ken's number.
She heard his voice, sleepy and dull, at the other end of the line. "Hullo?"
"Ken? Is that you?" she asked. "You sound strange."
"Oh, hello, Lori," he said flatly.
"How are you, lover?"
"All right, I guess. And you?"
"Oh, fine ... just fine," she said sweetly.
"I've been meaning to call you, but I've been so busy. I'm sorry."
'You don't have to be," she said cheerily. "Those things happen. Oh, I was a little disappointed that I didn't hear from you, but I assumed the office was tying you down."
"I'm sorry about not getting in touch with you, though," he said slowly. "I guess I should have ..."
"Ken ... dar-ling," she purred. "Everything is all right. Don't keep apologizing. I'm not angry. I was just wondering if you were busy tonight. Maybe we could have dinner."
There was a long pause on the line. Finally, he said "Gosh, I'm awfully sorry, but I've already eaten."
"Oh," she said thoughtfully. "Well, maybe you'd like to come over and keep me company while I have my dinner. Then we could have coffee together, maybe a drink or two. Or, if you'd like, we could go to a movie."
"Ah, well, I, ah . . . I'd like to, Lori, but I have some work to finish up for in the morning."
Lori stared at the telephone. She couldn't speak for several minutes. He was turning her down. Ken Bow man was actually turning her down!
"I see," she said dryly. "Well, maybe tomorrow. What would you like to do tomorrow? You know I kind of miss you, darling."
"Lori," he said abruptly, "I'm going to be away on a trip for the next couple of days. That's why I've got to finish this work up tonight. It has to be done. I'll have to fly to the coast with it myself so you can see how important it is. I'll give you a call when I get back." His words were curt, almost biting.
"Yes," she said soberly. "Of course. Have a good trip Goodbye, Ken."
"Lori?"
"Yes, Ken."
"I may be gone for the rest of the week. You never know how long these things are going to take. I'll call you when I get back."
She put the phone on the hook with another word. She stood for some time, staring at the wall. The phone booth seemed to be pressing in on her.
A brush-off, she thought.
"The lousy bastard," she flared.
She couldn't bear the thought of going back to her empty apartment-not now. There was the night stretching vacant and cold ahead of her. She suddenly saw her whole life stretching vacuously ahead of her in the same manner. Is this what her life was going to be from now on, she wondered. Was that what men did when they used a woman's body? Did they tire so quickly? The only consolation that she had was that there were still a lot of men around, new men. Surely, die told herself, there must be some decent ones left.
She opened the door of the booth and muttered out loud, "A brush-off. Can you imagine?"
From behind her, a deep, resonant voice said, "No, I can t.
Lori turned and looked into a strange face, red with drink and bright with desire.
"You look like you could stand a drink," the man said. "Care to join me?"
Lori studied the man's face for a moment and decided she liked it. She shrugged. "Okay," she said. "Maybe I do need one."
The man wasn't attractive, Lori decided. But he had a certain male charm about him that she liked. He was an older man whose head had worn through his hair. His teeth were large, slightly yellowed and spaced far apart.
He took her arm at the biceps and opened his fingers so that they touched Lori's breast. She instinctively pulled away.
"Hey, don't be so touchy," he said. "Ain't nothing wrong with a little feel, is there?"
"In the right place and at the right time," Lori said. "Out here it's crude."
"Everything in life is a little crude sometimes."
"Do you have a name?" she asked.
"Hugh." "Lori."
He smiled as he swung his head around. "You're no married, I hope."
"Not married," she smiled. "Of course you wouldn't be."
"And you? What is your wife doing tonight?" Lori laughed.
"Probably glued in front of the TV, watching some stupid program," he said.
In the bar, Lori sipped her drink slowly, wondering about the man beside her. She thought of Ken and Art and Jim. With a sudden shiver, defiance course through her body. Quickly moving her leg, she touched her knee against his leg. He did not move but pressed his leg ever so gently against her knee. Lori could hear his breathing become heavier and, when she looked a him, she could see his eyes had turned bright and glass' It was obvious he had already had a bit too much t drink.
But there was no fear in Lori. She was enthralled with her own power over men. It gave her a feeling c deep satisfaction that she could so easily arouse a man.
For the next half hour they talked about many thing . To Lori it was a game, a game she had learned to play well. She had found amusement in it, teasing a male, leading him on, then leaving him in a panting, helpless condition when she decided she had gone far enough. She had altered the rules slightly since her divorce, preferring to get on with whatever she had in mind rather than going through all the preliminaries first.
Lori noticed Hugh glance quickly down at her glass, which was still half full.
"Drink up," he said.
She laughed lightly. "My but you're in a hurry, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You want to get me to the point of no return as quickly as you can." "I didn't mean to..."
"Sure you did," she smiled. "Don't be so eager. Everything will come in due time." "Maybe it's because it's been a while." "Don't feel bad. I've been approached before." He thought a moment, then said, "It looked to me like you were doing the approaching back there in the phone booth." "You were listening?"
"I couldn't help overhear you invite some guy over for coffee. I was in the next booth making excuses of my own."
"I was lonesome."
He looked at her evenly. He nudged his knee against hers. "Are you still lonesome?"
"Oh, a little," she said. She finished her drink and set the glass on the bar. "Let's have one more."
Silently, the bartender picked up her glass and moved away to make her another one.
"I could remedy that," Hugh said.
"You have a car?" Lori asked.
"Waiting like a faithful dog just outside the door." They finished their drinks quickly and left the bar. Outside, Lori was surprised that she staggered slightly. If there was one thing she didn't like it was getting too boozed up in public There was always the chance that some school board member might see her. Or one of her many students.
The liquor ignited small fires of passion in her, yet she oddly found herself caring less and less about the idea of going to bed with Hugh. For some reason, she found the look in his eyes too eager, slightly scary. Yet she agreed to accompany him to a small hotel where she planned to play along with him for a while, then dump him.
Lori entered the room ahead of Hugh and snapped on the bright overhead light. She whirled around in the center of the room, her arms spread wide. "Whee!" she shrilled. Hugh stood and watched, half amused and half puzzled.
"Better quiet down," he said. "They could throw us out."
"Oh, you old grump," she chided. She fell face down on the bed, then rolled over. "Ooh, this is nice."
Smiling, Hugh began to pull his sport shirt over his head. He tossed the garment aside, then started to unbuckle his belt.
"Hey," she said, sitting up. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting comfortable," he said curtly.
"I think I'd better go," Lori said. She watched him, suddenly wary of the man. On his back she saw little tufts of black hair. She saw his pants drop to his knees. With one quick move, he reached for the light switch and snapped off the light. The room fell into almost total darkness.
"Hey, now wait a minute," she protested. She started to get up, started to move away from the spot where she had last seen him, but Hugh was on the bed like a cat pushing her backwards. His strong arms held her tight while his hands pawed at her breasts.
"Why wait?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "We've spent enough time waiting already."
"I-I don't want to..."
"Sure you do, baby. Come on, get some of those clothes off." He tugged at her dress, then grabbed crudely at her legs, trying to run his hand under her skirt.
If Lori had had any idea earlier of submitting to this man, the feeling left her with a suddenness that bordered on panic. She thought of screaming but then thought better of it. After all, she had agreed to accompany him to this room in a dingy hotel. She had no desire to have her name in the papers. Perhaps, she thought, she could still talk this rough man into giving up the struggle.
"If your wife knew you were getting so rough, she'd..."
"Get off that shit," he growled. "Let's get with it."
He clawed at her dress, tearing at it. He pulled at her skirt, pushing her frantically flailing arms aside as he panted over her.
"You're hurting me," she pleaded. "Come on, how about behaving? Be a good boy."
But Hugh was determined to have her. He pressed his body atop hers. He sought her lips with his mouth and found himself kissing her cheek instead.
Lori was in full panic now. She realized she had teased the man to the point where there was no return. Now she had two choices: submit willingly or try to fight him off. The first was not too terrible, she realized, but there was something about Hugh that thoroughly frightened her. She decided to fight.
She reached up as though to hug him. She put her hands on the sides of his face, felt for his eyes, and jammed her thumbs into the sockets.
"Why, you bitch!" he cried as he tore himself away from her.
Lori could not see him, but she felt him. She felt his heavy fists come crashing down on her face. Lightning flashed in her head, stars blinked. Then some distant bells clanged.
"You goddamn lousy bitch!" he growled through clenched teeth. "What the hell do you think you're doing You lead me along all evening and now you pull this Well, you're going to give me what I want or else."
Lori covered her face with her hands and felt two more blows hammer against them, then a vicious back hand caught her alongside the head, then another from the other side.
"Oh, God! Stop .. * please stop!" she cried.
'You going to be a good little girl and do what I say?"
Almost inaudibly, her voice came to him. 'Yes."
'That's better," he growled. "Now, let's get down to business."
He was astraddle of her in an instant, sitting on her chest. He hunched upward slightly and she felt the heat of his cock close to her mouth.
"Now," he said, grasping her hair and pulling her head upward, "how about giving my prick a few licks?"
She shook her head from side to side.
"Hey, baby, maybe you don't understand the kind of game we're playing," he said. "I asked you to suck my cock."
"No... please," she whimpered.
"No, my ass," he snapped. 'You see that nice hard cock in front of your face, don't you? Now you just go ahead and put it in your mouth and suck it."
Lori knew it was hopeless to resist. She raised her head to the cockhead, sniffing the aroma of his unwashed crotch. She wanted to hold her breath, but his body was heavy on hers and she found breathing difficult.
He put his hand under her head and pulled her face against him. Then, when he saw he was too high on the bed, he slid his hands under her shoulders and pulled her down until her feet dangled over the bottom of the tired old bed. He crawled over her until his crotch was directly over her face. His cock stood out like a lever from his body. He took his hand and bent it down to her mouth.
"Okay, now open up and give me a real nice suck," he said. "And I don't want you to bite, either."
Lori opened her mouth and felt the rubbery head of his prick go immediately into her mouth. She wanted to pull back to keep from choking, but he pressed downward until the sponge of the head Was gagging her. She felt his hairy balls on her chin, smelled the strong odor of his testicles and his crotch. Desperately, she pushed him upward, almost vomiting as the odorous cock unplugged her throat.
"Not so deep," she managed to say before he plunged into her once again.
She gagged again, and her body quivered from the pain of her plumbed throat. But he paid no attention to her frantic pushes against his belly. He was over her, fucking her mouth in a frenzied, maddened motion, his balls slapping against her chin as he rammed into her.
She moaned in agony, tried to hold him off her. If only he wasn't so rough, she thought, she would suck him off until he came. Then it would be over. Sucking a cock wasn't that bad; having one rammed down your throat was something else. She tried to bob her head to give him the idea she was willing, licking at the flared glans, running her tongue onto the tender bottom side of his shaft. He didn't get the idea.
"Come on, baby, suck that cock," he grunted. "Suck it real good until it pops."
Then, when she thought she might suffocate, she gave a giant heave and rolled him to one side. But she did not let his cock slip out of her mouth. Instead, she held onto it by clutching at his ass and pinching it tightly between her lips.
"Hey, now that's better," he groaned. He adjusted his body and put his hands on the back of her head. He toyed with her hair for some moments as she bobbed up and down on his stiff prick, then took her ears and held them like jug handles, pulling her head down on him as his hips hunched upward.
Then she felt his body quiver. She heard his breath suck in. His hands slid to the sides of her head in the first gentle movement he had shown her. His cock jerked spastically and Lori's eyes watered. She took hold of his balls and held them tight against the base of his cock. Suddenly, there was a flood of slimy glue spewing into her mouth and she knew this part of the ordeal was over.
"Oh, man, that was something," he groaned. "You really know how to blow a guy once you make up your mind to do it."
Lori could find no words. She lay on the bed, breathing hard, and perspiring. She let the slimy gray lava drool out of her mouth and onto the sheet.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked after a time.
"You could have been more gentle."
"Yeah? Maybe you should have been more cooperative. After all, that's your business, isn't it?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, come on, you're a prostitute, aren't you?"
"I should say not!" she snapped.
He laughed then. It was a deep, nasty laugh that made the anger rise in her. "If you aren't, you sure come on like one," he said.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Hugh Whoever-you-are. I'm no whore." She slid slowly off the bed and started for the door.
"How much for the blow job?" he asked, still laughing. "Go to hell!"
She snatched the doorknob, turned quickly, and pulled the door open. In a soft rustle of liquid motion, she was out the door and walking rapidly down the hall.
Oh, God, do I really look like a common whore? This guy takes one look at me and thinks I'm ready to go to bed with him for a price. Oh, no!
She hailed a cab and returned to her apartment. Even the cabbie, she thought, had looked at her curiously, a hidden hunger in his eyes that begged for invitation.
When she pushed the door shut behind her, Lori felt the pain of Hugh's blows intensify. She walked slowly through the apartment, ending up in the bathroom where she applied a cold wash rag to her bruised face.
She looked in the broken mirror and felt the sobs lift her shoulders. She wanted to pray, but the words had fled from her memory long ago. She remembered that she had prayed frantically once, so frantically she had virtually worn holes in the sky. And she had been denied. Whatever it was she had prayed for was not granted. She had given it up then.
She drew a tub of warm water. She undressed and tossed her rumpled clothes into the hallway. Then she got into the tub. She lay in the water, letting it hug her with its soothing warmth.
Far below, the vehicles of the city played their fast chess to the bidding of different colored traffic lights. People tunneled themselves into the underground cement and iron rivers that never seemed to cease, taking [away, bringing in. An endless game, a rhythm that vibrated the city with its heavy pulse. The tempo of the city and the momentum of Lori's misery were one.
But then she brightened slightly as she recalled how she had played the game herself. She had won some, lost some. This one she had lost. And that was the way it went.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning, as Lori sat alone in her big chair, she raised her hands in a gesture of inarticulate and unknowing pleading. She felt utterly and completely alone. The two brush-offs from the two men she had thought would fall at her feet left her ego almost totally deflated. The indignity she had suffered at the hands of Hugh and the beating she had taken from him did nothing to lift her from her depression.
Outside, clouds came from far away, flat below and above, rumpled and billowy, spaced evenly as floats on parade and moving exactly, as if towed by a monitored wind, their continual passage dimming slowly and then effacing and soon disclosing the sun anew, in endless mechanical sequence.
Below the clouds, the waves set a beat. Along the shores where water-worshipers performed their late summer dunking rites, a slanting surf broke ceaseless, crashing with a running thud, then hissing and dragging itself back into the depths only to repeat the process again and again. There was no pause, no silence on the shore like that in the heavens.
And there was no tranquility in the mind of Lori. There were clouds of confusion, frustration, anger, mild hatred and jealousy all crashing together in her brain. But even with all these raging emotions running rampant in her mind, there was also a thin line of thought taking shape. Only a meager rivulet at first, it soon grew into an almost uncontrollable torrent.
Breathing deeply, she got up, went to the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello. Is Mr. Bond in?" she asked when the girl answered.
As Lori waited, she hummed lightly, .confident her present plan would meet with success. "Hello. Finance. Bond speaking."
"Art," she said softly. "Lori. I've got to see you. It's rather important."
"I can't talk over the phone. You can never tell who's listening in. Can you stop by my place when you get off today?"
"Well, ah, gee, Lori, I don't know..." "I'll expect you around five-thirty." "But I..."
"Art," she said firmly. "I have to see you." "Oh, all right-if I can make it."
"You'll make it," she said with the same firmness. "Bye."
A vivid flush covered Lori's face after she hung up. She was excited that a man was coming to see her again. True, Art Bond was married, but that made her plan even more perfect
"Art ... honey," she purred that evening as she sat beside him on the sofa. "You do care for me, don't you?"
tier important."
'Ah, yeah, all right. What is it?'
"Yeah, sure I care for you, baby," he said, sounding uneasy.
"Then why don't you kiss me? You've been here a whole ten minutes already and you haven't even touched me," she pouted.
"You said you wanted to see me," he said gruffly. "You said it was important."
"Oh, it was nothing," she giggled. "I just wanted to be with you. You don't know how lonesome it is here all by myself. How about a drink?"
There was a look of apprehension on Art's face as he looked at her. He had been involved with enough women to know there was some kind of evil scheme taking shape in Lori's pretty head.
Appropriately, Lori had dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a faintly rose-pink frock of some shiny translucent material. The two garments underneath could be seen easily. The lace hem of the lower one showed below the blush of her dress. She looked very young and innocent. She was working on Art with a good show of sex force, signaling desire with dark, deep eyes, tossing the half-organized shower of black hair provocatively, and making every movement of her body graceful, tantalizing writhing that gave her the appearance of moving when she was sitting still.
The lighting in the room was just enough so he could see her figure through the filmy gauze of her gown.
When she returned with the drinks, she coiled up on the sofa next to him, her knees exposed and one arm around his neck. "Now, how about a kiss?" she asked sweetly.
He leaned over and kissed her quickly, just a peel He then turned to his glass and gulped two or three big swallows from it.
"Darling?" Lori said.
"Yes?"
"Please love me," she purred. She snuggled closer. "I-I can't," he stammered. "Not tonight. No more ... ever."
She looked at him carefully as she digested his words. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm not in the market for any more. I've got too much going for me to goof around anymore."
Lori moved her hand gracefully and stroked the inside of his thigh. She felt him tremble slightly and heard his breath suck in.
"You can't mean what you're saying, sweetie," she said softly. "You wouldn't do that to me. We've had so much enjoyment together..."
"No, I can't," he exclaimed. "I won't let myself get involved again."
"Your wife?" she asked. "Is she giving you trouble?"
"Maybe it's my wife and maybe it's my job. All I know is that I don't want to louse up my life any more than I already have."
"Not even for me?" she teased.
"No, Lori, not even for you," he said firmly.
She sipped her drink coyly, fingering the glass slowly as she prepared what she was going to say. "If you really cared for me, you wouldn't have any trouble making up your mind," she said at last. "If you stayed here and loved me tonight, there's no reason why anyone should ever find out." She ran her forefinger around his ear, then tried to pull him toward her.
He sighed helplessly, and allowed his body to move toward her. "And if I don't?" he asked.
"Oh, Art, why talk about what could happen? Why not just relax and let yourself go?"
"Hell hath no fury," he mumbled.
"Art, honey, I didn't say I was going to do anything nasty, did I?"
"No, you didn't say it, Lori, but I have a good idea what you have in mind. You know that Jim doesn't care to have his employees making out on the side. He had me in the office and really let me have it. I'm sorry, baby, but I've had it. I'm sorry I ever came up here in the firs! place."
"An employer has no say in what his employees do with their time outside the office," she said. "No one will ever know you were here."
"I will," he said curtly.
"Oh, come on, lover, let's be friendly. There's no need for us to argue over something only you and I will even know about. Here, let me fix you a fresh drink. Maybe you'll be able to relax then." She took his almost empty glass and strode to the bar on the other side of the room. She made the movement of her hips as seductive a possible.
Art grimaced as she handed him his drink. He knew what Lori had in mind. He would have to do as she said or he would find himself in more trouble than he knew how to get out of.
Lori, on the other hand, felt a lifting, exhilarating sensation spread through her. Once more she had made man do as she wanted. She knew Art Bond was helpless now, unable to get up and leave. Once the hopelessness of his situation became apparent to him, he would love her all the more. Well, maybe not love, but he would be drawn to her.
"All right, Lori," he said heatedly, "if you want to get laid so goddamned bad, let's get on with it!" He stood up, silently cursing himself and the complicated fate that were ruling his actions. He tore at his clothes angrily, removing everything he wore within seconds.
"Darling, don't be angry with me," she said pleadingly, but watching him with amused interest. And while she watched him disrobe, she slipped out of her own clothes.
They stood facing each other, his face flushed with anger, hers carrying a look of mild bewilderment.
She looked down at "his limp cock, protruding from the thicket of hair at his crotch like a sagging hose. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor thing," she said. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
"Help yourself."
She came up to him and pressed her warm body against his. Her breasts mashed against his chest, her hips undulated slightly against his limp dick. She ran her hand down his body and onto his thigh, then around to the front. She took the flaccid meat in her hand and held it, then squeezed. She kissed him tenderly.
"Oh, God damn, Lori," he said, pulling his mouth away. "It's no use."
"Don't say that, sweetheart," she murmured. "I'm going to make it nice and hard for you."
"You'll have to suck it."
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly. "But kiss my titties a little first"
Art bent his head and put his mouth on one of her jutting pink nipples. He licked it lightly, then chewed on it gently, moving his teeth across the rubbery nub as his lips wet the aureole. Lori sighed and thrust her chest toward him. He put his hand on her other tit and massaged it She took his head with both hands and moved his lips to her other boob.
When he had sucked on the second one for a time, she ran her hand between their bodies and took hold of his cock once again. Now his cock was semi-hard, hanging in an arc away from his body like a sagging bridge span. She coiled her fingers around it and pumped the skin back and forth lightly.
"I knew you could do it," she said happily.
"A weakness of the flesh," he said glumly. "It does things I don't want it to sometimes."
"But it does want to."
He squeezed and rolled the soft pliant flesh of her tits with both hands. Then he reached up and put both hands behind her neck. He pulled her head down. "You said you were going to suck it," he said.
Willingly, she slid down his body, kissing his chest then his stomach. She worked the loose sheath of skin back and forth over his cockhead, squeezing on the forward motion. As she squeezed the thick, hardening prick, a tiny bead of clear liquid oozed out of the slitted opening. She bent quickly and lashed her tongue across the head, licking up the transparent pearl.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, still holding onto the rubber-headed bludgeon with a firm grip. She moved her face close to it and inhaled the aroma of his crotch. Her lips opened as her eyes closed His hips hunched forward and his cockhead went between her luscious lips.
"Open your mouth," he said. He put both hands on her head and coiled his fingers in her hair. "Suck that nice cock, baby."
"Ummmhmmm," she murmured.
She took the thick shaft in both hands and held it for a moment. Then her lips tightened around the glans as she pulled the skin back to expose the ropelike veins of the area directly underneath. Her tongue swabbed the soft head.
'Yeah, baby... yeah," he groaned. "Suck that cock." Caught up in a surge of passion he had fought against, Art's brain blurred as Lori slurped on his wet prick hungrily. He moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm and watched as the glistening shaft of meat slid in and out of her mouth. His cock was like a piston; her lips were the cylinder. She held his balls gently with one hand, rolling them like golf balls in her soft fingers as his torso moved back and forth in front of her face.
Now Art felt the ache in his legs as he continued to rock back and forth. Slowly, without letting her take her mouth off his prick, he moved backward toward the couch. When he felt the backs of his legs touch, he sank down, holding her head in place with his fingers still coiled in her hair.
She had crawled after him on her knees. Now she pushed his legs wide apart and got between them. She rested her arms on his thighs while she held the cock in her mouth with both hands. Her head bobbed up and down with a hungry urgency as she clutched the slippery muscle with eager hands. Then, she took one hand away and slipped it between her own legs. With a slight digging motion, she found the opening of her cunt and began to move three fingers in and out of it
Neither of them were quite sure when it happened, but with a sudden realization they knew they were not alone. In the blurred passion of their minds, dim figures appeared and low voices drifted through the room. Then there was the feel of new flesh as strange bodies came in contact with theirs.
"What the . . . ?" Art muttered.
"Relax, friend," Cal Winston said.
"Huh?" Lori said.
"My sweet, you are about to embark on another great sexual adventure. A foursome is even more delightful than a threesome."
Art struggled slightly to get up, but gave it up as Cal's hand pressed gently on his chest. "No doubt it has entered your mind on occasion to become involved in what is commonly referred to as an orgy. Well, my friend, the time is here and I can assure you that you will find it most pleasant," Cal said. "Norman and I have experienced the thrills of such a gathering many times."
"Norm?" Art asked in a mumble.
"Yes," Cal said. "Another dear friend of mine."
Lori had taken her mouth off Art's cock momentarily and had turned her face upward to see who the intruders were.
"You may continue, my dear," Cal said simply. "It appeared you were enjoying it when we came in." "I-I..."
"No, no, my sweet, don't protest. Go ahead with what you were doing. It certainly looks like a fine rod to me, ideal for sucking."
Bewildered, yet fascinated by Cal's words, Lori turned her face back to Art's cock, looked at it a moment, then put her mouth back over it. Within seconds, she was again sucking it vigorously as though nothing had happened.
Cal and Norm were both naked, having stripped shortly after entering the apartment. For a few moments, they toyed with each other, pressing their bodies together and fondling each other's cocks and ball sacks. Then Cal moved behind Lori and put his hand on her ass.
Norm looked at Art, who lay with his head back and his eyes closed. In two strides, he stepped onto the couch, one foot on each side of Art's body, and dangled his semi-hard cock in front of Art's face. He took hold of the rubbery piece of flesh and snaked it across Art's lips.
"Hey, what the . . . ?" Art said, opening his eyes and staring at the man who stood over him.
"Relax, my friend," Norm said. "Take it whenever you're ready."
Cal knelt on the floor behind Lori and raised her ass. With both hands he caressed the warm, smooth flesh of her cheeks as though performing a bit of artistry on the already perfect mounds. He bent his head and kissed one cheek, then the other. He slid his hands lower and pried her cheeks apart with his thumbs. The puckered anus winked at him from between the twin hummocks of tender flesh.
"Ah, there you are, my sweet, tender little button," Cal said. "A kiss for you." He moved his face into the crevice and put his lips on the membranous drawstring of her asshole. He dabbed at the hole with the tip of his tongue but did not try to enter.
Norm stood over Art and stroked his cock in front of Art's face. Now the shaft was hard, sloping upward in a gentle arc, the skin of the head snapping as Norm's hand moved the skin back and forth over the head. Occasionally he touched Art's lips with the soft head, then smeared it lightly across his lips.
Art's brain whirled. He had often thought about having sex with more than one, as Cal had suggested, yet he could not bring himself to open his mouth and let Norm stick his cock into it. He had always imagined his orgy would involve another woman instead of two men. But he found a thrill in what was going on. Sex seemed to fill the room. Four naked bodies moved rhythmically, his own responding to the gentle sucking of Lori's mouth and lips.
Art took his hands off Lori's head and ran them up the back of Norm's legs. He felt the hard muscles of a male, felt the stubbly growth of hair. Gingerly, he moved to the man's crotch and felt a surge of excitement go through him as he felt the base of Norm's cock He took hold of the dangling balls and held them for a moment, then his hand slid slowly up the shaft, moving Norm's hand aside. He pumped the loose skin slowly, felt a numbness in the man's organ that surprised him
Cal had moved lower on Lori's ass and was now burying his face in the open slit of her cunt. He had run his arms inside of her legs and pried her open, holding her ass high so his tongue could find the luscious valley of her womanhood. He slurped into it, wetting his face.
Lori moaned, bobbed her head more rapidly. She stole a glance upward and saw the tall pillars of Norm's legs on each side of her. She saw the cheeks of his ass and the balls being held by Art's hand. She moved off Art's cock, twisted her head upward, and began to kiss Norm's legs directly below where his balls hung. Norm hunched toward her, opening her legs slightly so she could get her face between them. She took the ball sack in her mouth.
Art stared at the mushroom head of Norm's cock directly in front of him. He saw Lori's face come up between Norm's legs and take his balls in her mouth. A tremor of lust ran through him. He opened his mouth and pulled Norm's cock toward him. He put only the head between his lips and felt the flat, tasteless knob expand slightly. Then he moved forward and took as much of Norm's hard prick into his mouth as he could Knowing how he liked his own cock sucked, he did not find it difficult to learn the technique of sucking properly.
Lori had moved forward to reach Norm's balls. Now her pussy, which Cal was still licking, was almost on Art's cock. She hunched upward when she felt the hot wet knob of his prick on her belly. With one hand, she opened her wet cunt and slid Art's cock into it.
Cal saw Art's cock disappear into the slippery slit he had just licked. He put his hand under Art's balls and raised them so that they pressed into Lori's pussy. He sunk low on the floor and brought his face up under Art's ass. He searched with his tongue, licking Art's inner thighs, craning his head upward so his mouth fell on Art's balls. Frantically, his perspiring face tried to maintain contact with the moving orbs and the base of Art's cock. But soon he found his position cramped. He moved behind Lori, moving on his knees across the carpeting until he was directly in back of her pumping ass. He reached to his crotch and pumped his stubby organ with his fat hand a few moments, then spit on his fingers and smeared then onto the tight asshole that glowered in the golden ravine of Lori's asscheeks. He applied some more spit to his cock. Then, with surprising agility, he moved his body over Lori's rump.
Norm bent over and put his hands against the wall behind the couch. Now his asshole was exposed to Lori and she moved upward from his balls and began to lick the hairy crevice. Norm hunched forward and drove his hard prick into Art's mouth.
Cal put the tip of his stub against Lori's asshole, wiggled his own ass a little, then pushed it into her. She grunted, but not from pain.
Lori felt filled with cocks. She put her arms around Norm's ass and felt in front of him. She took hold of the cock that was sliding in and out of Art's mouth. She tried to pull it away from Art, heard him grunt negatively, then contented herself by letting the slavered dick slide between her fingers. She felt Art's lips tight around it, moved her fingers to the corners of Art's mouth and put the tips of her index fingers inside.
Cal had plugged Lori's asshole with his stump of flesh. He lay atop her, pushing in and out. He bent his face to her back and licked the soft skin. He reached under her and put the backs of his hands on the foam rubber ol her titties.
Art's hard cock impaled Lori's cunt.
Urgent grippings of Cal's hands on Lori's tits gave the signal that the time for release was near at hand. Lori responded with a muffled moan, Art the same.
A thrilling surge of warmth streamed through the quartet of sexually-engaged bodies. There were sudden moans of pleasure, groans of agonized ecstasy. Hot, slimy semen spewed, tongues licked hungrily at perspiring flesh, bodies spasmed in rocking, jolting upheavals of total fulfillment. Then the pyramid of human bodies fell like slowly toppling buildings, flesh on sweaty flesh, panting.
Later, in slow, liquid motions, Cal and Norm drifted into their clothing, moving like slow-motion ballet dancers in the almost total darkness of the room. Then the door opened. A square of light outlined two departing figures.
It was all over.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lori and Art had lain for a long time, resting up from the wild sexual ordeal they had been through. Art had wanted to go home earlier; now he didn't know if he ever wanted to go home. The flush of his uncontrolled
passion had dimmed now as he thought over the events of the evening. Lori, on the other hand, seemed unabashed by what had happened.
"I-I never thought I'd get involved in anything like that," Art said at last.
Lori smiled. "Are you ashamed?"'
"I guess I am-a little bit."
"Don't be, darling. That's life."
"I never thought I could do anything like that."
"There are a lot of things about sex that I thought I'd never do. But, you know, the more I do the better I like it,"
"I don't know how I'm going to like what went on here tomorrow," Art said glumly. "Good God!" "Would you like to try for more?" "Talk sense," he snapped.
"It was just a thought, honey," she said softly. She raised herself on one elbow and looked into his face. They had moved to the bedroom on her suggestion. "I want to feel satisfied."
"I'm satisfied."
"If you're nice to me tonight, you won't have to come back tomorrow," she said.
He glared at her. "I hadn't planned on coming here tomorrow. Or the next day, either."
"Now, now, that's no way to talk. You know you've got to come and see me every so often."
"I don't have to do any such thing," he snapped. "I'm all through, Lori. I don't want to ever come back here. Good God, haven't I been degraded enough?"
She smiled at him, put the tip of her index finger on his lips. "You seemed to enjoy it."
"Don't rub it in."
"Ooh, now don't be so grumpy. You know you like being here and you know that I want you here."
"Well, I don't want to be here and that's that." "Grouch."
"I have to look at myself in the mirror. I have to work with Jim. I have to face my wife..." "You worry too much," she giggled. "And you don't worry enough." "But isn't it good?" "What the hell's good about it?" "Me."
He sighed deeply and looked up at the ceiling. "All right, I'll grant you that, Lori. But I can't come here any more. You can't make me do something I don't want to do. I have to look out for myself."
"Of course you do, darling," she said sweetly. "And I have to look out for myself, too. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
He thought about her words for some time. They seemed to carry a hidden meaning. "What do you mean?"
"Well, a woman has to live, you know. This is the summer season and there are no paychecks coming in for me. What Jim gave me"-she shrugged, making her titties jounce up and down-"just isn't enough. You understand, don't you?"
"Hold it," Art snapped. "Am I reading you right? Do you want me to pay you?"
"Oh, don't be so harsh. I'm not asking for much, darling. Just enough to keep some food in the place..."
"And booze in the cabinet, maybe a fur or two in the closet. Hell, baby, you don't just want to live-you want to live it up."
"You're angry again," she pouted.
"Angry isn't the word, baby. Pissed off is more like it What are you trying to do, sell me your pussy or blackmail me?"
Lori turned away, momentarily stung by his words. "You make it sound so ... so terrible," she said.
"Whatever it is, I call it a bunch of bullshit," he snapped. "You should know better than that."
"Don't you have even a little feeling for me? You always used to tell me how much you admired me, how you wished you had married someone like me."
"Oh, come off it, Lori. You know those were simply things I said to get you to go to bed with me. You've used the same line of bull yourself. As far as you having any feelings for me, don't try to con me. You're interested in getting laid and getting paid for it. You're nothing but a damned blackmailing whore! There, is that plain enough for you?"
But Lori wasn't the kind of woman to be shocked over anything. She smiled weakly, and said, "Well, no matter how you look at it or what you call it, I still have to live. Just a little from you would get me by nicely."
"Yeah, and a little from a half a dozen other guys would really set you up in style, wouldn't it? Would you like me to start rounding up customers for you?"
"Oh, Art..."
"Oh, Art, my ass," he snorted. "If you want to go into business why don't you say so?"
"I don't want to go into business."
"Hell, baby, you're already in business. Where the hell did those two guys come from? You must have been with them before, otherwise they wouldn't just barge in here and take off their clothes."
"Oh, stop it, Art. You make it sound like I have dozens of men coming up here every day."
"That's right. In your case it would take dozens a day to satisfy you!"
"Please don't talk to me like that," she said in a hurt 127voice. "Let's just say you and I have a little arrangement between us."
Resignedly, Art asked, "Okay, how much would you say this arrangement was worth tonight?"
"I'll leave that up to you. You'd know more about those things than I do."
"How the hell would I know what a whore charges? I never knew one until I met you! I always got my nooky for free before."
"Now don't start that again," she said.
"Well, how much?"
* You should know what it costs to live," she replied.
'You mean I'm supposed to pay all your expenses? Jesus Christ, you're really hungry, aren't you?"
"It doesn't take much to live," she said. "Just the rent and a little food and..."
"Don't forget the booze," he said, waving his hand toward the bar.
"Well, yes,"" she said. "Maybe a little. But it's for you, too, dear."
"Generous of you."
"Now, now, you're being bitter, Art. If could be worse. Just imagine if you happened to annoy someone and they got angry and called your wife. Imagine all that good money she has just disappearing from under your nose. What a shame. And sometimes people lose their jobs after years of hard work just because they did something the boss didn't like." She shook her head in mock woe.* "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Right where the hair is short, eh?" he said wryly.
"Just be nice, darling. It's really the best way." She smiled sweetly at him. "Drink?"
He shook his head. Then said quickly, "Hell, yes. As long as I'm going to be paying for it I may as well drink. Make it a double."
"All right," she said, giggling.
"By the way, when am I booked again?" he asked.
Lori didn't answer. She hummed lightly as she mixed new drinks. Her spirits were high. Female had bested male and hurray and all that.
Art knew he would have to get untangled from Lori as quickly and as gracefully as possible. His income was not such that he could afford to keep up another woman. His wife was already nagging him about his salary. She thought that he should be getting more than he was. The money she had inherited remained hers.
Lori returned with the drinks. "Here you are, darling," she cooed. "Maybe this will help settle your nasty old nerves."
He looked at her and snorted lightly. "There's one thing you didn't consider when you asked me to pay for your pussy," he said. "Did you ever think that I might not be able to afford you? I don't make a hell of a lot, you know."
"Of course I've thought of that, silly," she smiled. "I have a good idea what you make."
"Then you know that whatever extra I can afford isn't much."
"I know that, Art. But, being the finance officer of the company ought to help shake loose a little extra spending money."
He glared at her angrily. "Oh, no you don't, baby. You're not getting me to dip into the company funds. No way, sweetheart. That's embezzlement and embezzlers go to prison. That damn pussy of yours isn't worth a prison sentence to me."
"Embezzlers only go to prison if they're caught. The clever ones make money."
"To piss away on whores," he growled.
Now Lori's anger came to the surface. "Look, Art, I've tried to be nice to you and give you a chance to have your fun and still keep your nose clean. If you want to play the game another way, well, let's try it and see what happens."
"You're sick, Lori. You're sick and you're rotten and you're just plain no good. You played me for a sucker and now you're going to try to bleed me for suppose money. Well, you can threaten me all you want, but you'd better remember one thing: Art Bond isn't going to take it lying down."
"Oh? And what do you propose to do about it?" she asked smugly.
"Right now I don't know, but you can bet that I'll be working my brain overtime. I'm in a trap now, but not for long. Sure, I'll pay you what I can now, but you'd better be on your toes all the time because I'm going to wiggle out."
She shrugged. "Fair enough," she said. "But don't forget that I'm holding all the cards right now." She stirred at her hair with a movement directed by instinct. She began to hum again, closing her eyes to sort out a tune She looked at him after a time and noticed the defeated look on his face. "You shouldn't get so angry, darling, it isn't good for you."
"I'm not angry," he snapped. "I'm just plain pissed off."
"Good," she said. "I like a man with a little life in him, a little spunk."
"Well, this cat is about spunked out. I've got to go."
"Oh, please don't go yet," Lori begged. "The night is still young."
"My ass is tired."
"Art... no," she said.
"Good God, didn't you get enough earlier?" "I never get enough."
She lay beside him and pressed the tips of her breasts against his arm. Her hand went to his crotch. She picked up his sticky, limp cock and held it between thumb and forefinger.
"Ooh, that thing is sick," she said. "Mommy will have to kiss it and make it well."
"Christ, haven't you chewed on that thing enough already?"
"Heavens, no. I could do that to you all night," she said.
She squirmed around on the bed so her face was directly over his limp prick. She looked at it a moment, lifting it to examine it in the dim light. Then she put the entire cock in her mouth, coiling it so that her lips were at the very base of it. She swabbed her tongue around on it, pulling upward with her lips so that the limp, cock stretched from his body like flesh taffy. She moved her mouth around on it in circles, rubbing her lips into the thick hair that grew around the base.
"Damn you," Art grunted.
She took her mouth away for a moment and said, "I knew I could make it hard again."
"You're nothing but a goddamn she-witch, a sex fiend."
"Ummmhmmm, and don't you like it?"
"Eat the damn thing and get it over with," he said gruffly. "I've got to get out of here."
"Oh, Art, honey, don't be mean to me..."
"How the hell can I be otherwise?"
"You could cooperate." She swung her hips around so that her pussy was opposite his head.
"Forget it, baby," he said. "Our arrangement doesn't call for that."
"You liked it before."
"That was before you got shitty about our deal." 131"Please..." "No!"
Art turned his head and looked at the matted fur between Lori's legs. He had an urge to put his face into the hairy muff but checked it.
Lori was sucking on his cock again, making it rise despite Art's reluctance to have another session with her. Then, when it was fully hard again, she took her mouth off it. She put her hand on the wet staff and pumped up and down lightly. The wetness made squishing, squeaky sounds.
"All right, if you want to fuck one more time, let's get it over with," he said.
"Don't be so gruff," she said.
He turned, his body around and flipped her over on her back. He looked at her for a moment, then got between her legs. His hard cock bobbed up and down just over her pussy. He put his hand on her cunt and dug it open roughly. Guiding his cockhead to the opening held apart with his fingers, he rammed into her roughly.
She grunted and pulled her hips into the mattress "Ouch."
"You want to get fucked, don't you?"
"But not so rough."
"You made the game rough," he said.
Now he set up a steady in and out stroking, merely plowing into her, withdrawing, then plunging his stiff prick back into her. She tried to set up a rhythm with him, but he avoided it by changing his. He did not fondle her breasts, did not kiss them. He lay atop her like rank amateur and rammed his thick cock in and out of her.
"Oh, Art... please. Not that way," she cried.
"A fuck is a fuck."
"You're being cruel."
"Just shut up and get your fuck," he growled. He stroked in and out of her with long, hard rammings, oblivious to her desperate movements in trying to stay in tempo with him, ignoring her pleas to slow down and enjoy what he was doing.
Then, with a sudden tensing of his body, he shot his load into her unfulfilled channel of love. He buried his cock in her and let the squirts spew from it almost without moving his hips. When he was through, he pulled his spent prick from her as quickly as he could.
She tried to hang onto him, driving her hips upward trying to hold his cock in her, but he was already gone.
"Oh, Art... please ... please," she pleaded. "I'm not through yet."
"I am," he said curtly, and got off her and off the bed. "You're not going to leave me here like this, are you?" "You didn't say I had to satisfy you." "But Art..."
"Why don't you finger-fuck yourself?"
"You're mean."
"That's right. I mean to be."
"Is that the way it's going to be from now on?" she asked. "Yup."
"You're going to be sorry, Art. I'm giving you everything and you want to play that way."
"It's your ball game, baby. You said you wanted me to fuck you and that's what I did. I kept my end of the bargain." He looked down at her, smiled cruelly, and said, "All right, whore, how much do I owe you?"
"You bastard!"
"Yup."
"You rotten prick!"
"Right again," he said. "I guess maybe it's the company I keep." "Fuck you!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Art Bond did not return to Lori's apartment, despite her repeated calls to his office threatening to expose him. Ken Bowman drifted away from her company simply by never being in when Lori called. A call to Jim brought only a sarcastic laugh and the words telling her to go to hell.
Lori decided on another course of action. She picked up the phone one day and dialed Art Bond's home. "Hello?" Mrs. Bond said. "Who is this?" Lori asked.
"This is Alma Bond-Mrs. Arthur Bond. Can I help you?"
Lori smiled wickedly. "You don't know who I am Mrs. Bond, but that doesn't matter. I just thought you might be interested in knowing where your husband spent some of his evenings a few weeks ago."
"Oh?"
"He was with me, Mrs. Bond. He spent several night with me, drinking and having fun." "Yes, he is a lot of fun, isn't he?" "We went to bed together."
"Of course you did. Art's wonderful in bed, too, don't you think?" "Wha-at?"
"My dear, if you think you're going to come between Art and I by telling me these things, you have another
think coming. I am fully aware of my husband's shortcomings, but that doesn't mean that he and I can't enjoy each other, too."
"But ... but he's your husband. He's been in bed with me."
"That doesn't concern me in the least. I only hope he showed you as good a time as he does me. He's quite a man, Art is. There's nothing you can tell me about him that will upset the relationship we have. Now, is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"
"He paid me."
"Naturally. You didn't expect him not to, did you? I only hope you were worth what he gave you." "But Mrs. Bond ..."
"Thank you for calling, Miss. I only hope you found Art as enjoyable in bed as I always do. I appreciate hearing that he's still alive enough to give someone else the pleasure he and I have shared."
"But he said you'd leave him if you found out," Lori said in desperation.
"Nonsense. Art and I understand each other. If there's nothing else you have to tell me, then let me go. I have some things to do."
Lori lowered the phone slowly toward the cradle without bothering to say goodbye. Her last chance to hurt Art had fizzled out. There was no way she could get back at Jim now. There was no way to cause trouble for Ken Bowman, either.
"Well, Jim, you won after all," she said, sinking into her favorite chair.
There was still Cal Winston to think about, but what good would it do? She could only hurt herself if she continued to try to get even with Jim for divorcing her. School would be starting soon and she had to think about the future instead of what lay in the past. There
was no need to worry about the men she had known there would always be new ones, she thought.
She rose from her chair and crossed to the bar. A drink would help, she reasoned. She walked through the empty apartment once again, recalling the activities of that wild summer. She could almost see the men she had had, naked, organs dangling after the session, organs rigid as they probed her body. Her breasts tingled as she remembered how many men had sucked on her tart nipples. Instinctively, one hand went to one of the nipples and felt its rubber eraser-tip.
And she marveled over how much she had learned over the summer. She had experienced sexual fulfillment in many forms. For a time she thought she had changed, but then realized she hadn't changed at all She had finally released her most sensuous feelings, feelings she had kept buried simply because she thought she had to. She felt rather pleased with herself that she beer able to bring her inner self to the surface and be her own woman. Her inhibitions had finally been torn away.
It was pleasant, in a way. It was a new enjoyment now that she accepted it. It had an almost narcotic effect on her. It was gratifying to realize she had become a long last, a woman.
Riley Webster had blond hair cut in a mod cut and wore a dark, pullover sport shirt that accented his bronze face. He stood almost six feet and had the appearance of having worked out with weights or exercised diligently. He could be described as perfect-his nose, his lips, his eyes, his hair-so perfect that Lori had the feeling sometimes that he was unreal.
When Lori opened her high school English class that warm September morning, Riley Webster sat in the rear
of the room, smiling a sort of knowing smile that sent a slight shiver through Lori's body.
There was nothing halfway about Riley. He was a study of sharp, defined lines and colors. He stood out from the rest of the class as though he were surrounded with some kind of iridescent light. He had chosen the proper colors to offset his handsome, tanned face. When he smiled there was no mistaking that he took genuine pleasure in the act.
Right now Riley Webster was smiling as he looked into the face of the beautiful new English teacher who had come to teach senior English. It was Lori's first semester of this subject, having been assigned the teaching of literature prior to this. And it was Riley's first encounter with her, for he had been a transfer from an out-of-town school.
Looking at the handsome young man, virile and brown, Lori realized she could easily forget about the men she had tried to hurt during the summer. As she had reasoned, there would be other men and, even though this senior student was only eighteen, she knew his body was that of a man. The thought excited her.
But there were complications to a teacher-student relationship, she knew. Discovery was paramount, of course. If the principal or one of the teachers knew of such an arrangement, the teacher would be dismissed immediately. Then there was the approach; it had to be subtle. Young men like. Riley Webster would be inclined to shy away from any entanglements with a teacher.
Over the first weeks, Lori tried to maneuver herself into a position where she and Riley could be alone. But no opportunity had presented itself. When the class was over, Riley went on to his next while Lori was forced to stay in her classroom for the next class. It was frustrating.
She looked over the crop of young men in the other 137classes. There were some who attracted her, yet none had the virile, pure male look of young Riley. Crude young studs ogled her and rolled their eyes at her occasionally, but Lori knew their actions were strictly juvenile. Of course there was nothing wrong with selecting a young, innocent youth to entice into her bed. There was much she could teach them. Then, too, their youthful bodies intrigued her.
One factor developed that Lori had not counted on. Either it was because Riley was not trying or because he was not the brightest young man in the class, despite his intelligent appearance. The simple fact was that Riley Webster was not doing well in his studies. That, of course, was the opening Lori had been waiting for. He would need some special tutoring.
Lori picked up the stack of test papers the class had turned in. She paged through them quickly and found the one with Riley's name scrawled across the top. She studied the answers he had written down. She smiled. Riley had done poorly again.
A few minutes before the bell rang, Lori went to Riley's desk and stood looking down into his upturned face. "Riley, I'd like to talk to you a few minutes after class," she said.
"Yes, ma'am."
In the few minutes before he had to rush to his next -class, Riley was told that he needed to work harder on his English.
"It's not that you're stupid, I'm sure," Lori said. "I think the trouble lies with your not trying, Riley. If you like, I'll work with you for short periods after school. As it is, I'm afraid you're not going to pass."
Riley's face paled slightly. "I didn't know it was that bad," he said. "I try, but I don't seem to be able to get the hang to it."
"All right, if you're willing to put in a little extra time maybe we can get your grades up so you won't be in danger of flunking."
That was the beginning. Now Lori could sit next to her favorite pupil and go over his work with him. Now she could feel the muscles of his thigh as she brushed against him. Now she could smell the clean, healthy male smell of him as she bent over him as he sat at his desk; she could bend over him and let her titties touch his shoulders.
But the one thing that thrilled her the most was when she heard Riley gasp when she bent over him and laid her breasts fully on his back. She saw his fingers clutch nervously at his book, felt a tremor go through his body.
"You're getting on fine, Riley," she said, "but I think you need a lot more time than I can give you here at school."
"I know," he said. "About the time I start to see through the fog, it's time to go."
"And of course you don't study any more after you leave here, do you?"
He grinned sheepishly. "No," he said softly. "I-I've got this chick and ..."
Jealous anger clutched at Lori. She knew, of course, that a handsome youth like Riley would have many girls chasing after him, but inasmuch as she had never seen him with anyone, she had not faced the fact squarely. Competition was one thing she didn't need, she thought.
The anger was evident in her face as she said, "Riley, I'm trying my best to get you up to a passing grade but if you insist on playing around with girls instead of studying, then there's nothing I can do but give you a failing grade."
Riley looked down at his book, fiddled with the pages. 139His face reddened a little. "This girl... well, she's kind of freaked out about me and ..."
"She's more important than your studies? Don't be foolish, Riley. There's always time for that later, after you graduate." She came to the side of his desk where his elbow protruded over the side. She brushed her hip against it. "I'm going to do something for you that I've never done for a student before," she said. "I'm going to ask you to come to my place. You'll bring your books and we'll pound senior English into you until you know it from one end to the other." She leaned over the desk, making sure her cheek was almost touching his mouth, and wrote her address on a sheet of his notebook paper. "That's my address. I'll expect you there tonight at seven."
She did not straighten up, but turned her face and looked into his eyes. Their lips almost met in that brief moment. Coyly, she moved slowly away from him. Then she put her hand around the back of his head and patted him lightly.
Riley gulped. "I'll... I'll be there," he stammered.
"Good," Lori said. She walked back to her desk in a graceful, gliding motion that drew Riley's eyes to her hips.
"How late will we be working?" he asked. She smiled. "Until I'm satisfied you've learned something," she said.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In her apartment that night, Lori wondered how she would go about getting Riley Webster in bed with her. His eyes had let her know many times that there was a devil playing around inside his head, yet his uneasiness when she came near him brought a doubt to her mind. Maybe he was so innocent that he would bolt from the apartment when she made her move.
She felt the nagging itch in her groin intensify as she thought of the lean, muscular young body and how it would feel when he pressed his nakedness down on her. She had studied his hands and felt reasonably certain that he was built to please a woman.
She kept glancing at the clock as she paced up and down across the carpet. She wanted a drink desperately, but knew there should be no liquor on her breath when Riley came. Nor could she slip into the filmy negligee she had worn to weaken men in the past. Prim and proper and sober, she thought glumly.
The clock hands crawled toward seven, then past. The big hand pointed toward the three when Lori's buzzer sounded.
Riley Webster was smiling when Lori swung the door open.
Lori was not smiling, having been frightened out of a greeting smile by his tardiness. "You're late," she said, sounding like a schoolteacher. "Come in."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cameron. I couldn't find the place." 141She smiled a little then. "Maybe you should have started earlier."
Riley stepped into the room, struggling with a sheepish smile, and pushed the door gently shut behind him.
"We can work here," Lori said, pointing to a card table and two chairs she had set up in the center of the room. There was a shaded desk lamp on the table. Lori switched it on.
"I never thought I'd have a special tutor," he said. "This is real nice." He looked around the apartment, admiring the decor. "Real comfortable."
"Would you like to talk a little first before we start?"
He shrugged. "Okay with me."
"Then let's sit over here," she said. She went to the couch and sank down on it, making sure that her short skirt exposed more of her leg than was normal. She patted the cushion next to her.
"You have a nice place," he said. He stood in front of the couch and again looked around the apartment. "A real pad." Then he looked down at her and watched her breasts rise and fall, glancing at the deep cleft between them. Slowly, his eyes lifted to hers and there was a knowing look in them.
Lori felt her body shudder. Her nipples tingled under his gaze. "I try to live comfortably," she said. She swung her leg like a pendulum, luring his eyes to it.
'Yeah, real nice," he said slowly, but he held his eye? on her swinging, well-shaped leg as he said it.
He sat down.
The innocence Lori had seen in Riley Webster had somehow disappeared. He did not look like the shy stammering youth who had trembled under the touch of her breasts against his body. There was more of a calm assurance about him now. And he had made that quite clear by taking a seat where his body almost touched
hers, not at the far end of the couch as she had expected.
"I don't want you to feel nervous about being here with me," Lori said.
"I'm not nervous."
"Well, it's a little unusual for me to have a student in my apartment, I thought perhaps you might have some qualms about coming here."
He smiled, glanced down at her breasts, then into her eyes. "No, I sorta like it," he said. His eyes went to her bare leg.
"We can get to work as soon as you like," she said.
"All right," he said. He looked at the schoolbooks on the table, frowned, then turned to her. "Would you like me to kiss you first?"
Lori's eyes opened wide. "What?"
"I'd like to kiss you," he said, smiling.
"But I ..."
With a motion that she did not fully see, Riley snaked his arm around her and pulled her face to his. His lips met hers gently. He held the kiss for a long time, merely pressing his mouth on hers in a soft, sensuous kiss that brought her arms slowly from her sides and around his neck.
After a long time, he eased his mouth off hers, kissed her gently on the cheek several times, then sat back. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked.
"I-I..." Lori stuttered. "You surprised me... I..."
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? You had that in mind the first day of school. I could tell. I looked into your eyes and I could tell what you wanted."
She looked at him evenly. "Was it that obvious?"
He shrugged. "I guess so," he said.
"And you? How did you feel?"
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Oh, Riley ..."
He swept her into his arms and held her in a tight embrace for a long time. He had moved squarely in front of her and pressed her body to his, her breasts flattening on his lean, hard chest. He took his face from the softness of her hair and kissed her.
She squirmed under his embrace. Her legs made pumping motions that worked her skirt up even higher. His hand shot between her legs, feeling the soft, silky material of her panties. He pressed his knuckles against the mushy bulge over her pussy. His other hand went to one of her breasts and he worked the spongy softness with strong, grasping movements.
"God! You work fast," she gasped when he finally took his lips from hers.
He smiled. "You said we'd work until you had taught me everything. Maybe I have a lot to learn."
"I doubt that," she said wryly.
He worked one finger under the tight band of her panties and squirmed into the hair. He lowered his head and bit at her nipple through her dress. Then his lips went to the sunken crevice between her titties and kissed the soft flesh there.
Lori stole a glance down at his crotch. An electrifying current raced through her as she saw the material of his pants bulged from the pressure of a cock she knew must be large and eager. She let one hand slip from his shoulder and touched the hardened knob. She thrilled to its bone-like rigidity.
Riley moved his mouth slowly upward from Lori's cleft and kissed her under the chin, tilting her head backward. He ran his tongue over the roundness of it and went to her lips." He kissed her briefly. His tongue came out again and went to the extreme corners of her mouth and jabbed urgently into the soft crevice. Lori sucked in her breath and clutched at his cock.
"My God, you're something," she said when her lips were free of his.
"I've had some good teachers," he murmured. He kissed the tip of her nose, then dabbed at her closed eyes with the tip of his tongue.
"High school or private?" she asked in a semi-daze.
"They weren't teaching English," he smiled.
"Right now I'm not either," she said. She kissed his chin. "But I like this better."
He swam down her face with a wet tongue and found her lips. In long, sideways motions, he licked her lips, then drove his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily, pulling at it with such force that he moaned and put one hand on her face to ease her away.
"Not so hard," he said.
"'Speaking of hard," she said, squeezing his throbbing cock, "this thing"-she squeezed again-"is like a rock." She squeezed it several more times in rapid succession.
"It's been that way a lot of times in school," he confessed.
"Really?"
"Sure, some of the other guys got that way, too." "I had no idea."
"Sure, one of the guys popped his rocks right in his pants one day. That was the day you wore that low-cut dress that showed half your boobs."
"Yes, I remember the dress," she said coolly. "The principal had something to say about it."
"Probably got him all worked up, too," he laughed. Then he turned serious, and said, "Am I supposed to carry you to the bedroom or do we do our thing right here?"
She giggled a little. "No, my dear lover, we do our thing in the bedroom. Come on."
Lori lay on her bed and waited for her handsome new lover to join her. She watched him as he carefully removed his clothes and draped them neatly over the back of a chair. There was an assurance about him that made her smile. Then, when he finally faced her, totally naked, she felt the numbing jolt of passion spring through her body. His cock stood almost straight up, long and thick, and bobbed slightly as he took the few steps that brought him to the side of the bed. With complete self-assurance, he bent over and snapped off the dim bedside lamp. Now the room was clouded in a hazy glow from the single light that had been left on in the living room.
Lori raised on one elbow and reached out for him. She felt the taut muscles of his leg, then inched upward until she felt the hair of his balls. She finger-walked up the hairy sack and grasped the base of his cock. It felt thick and warm, rising from the thickest of hair like a flesh fireplug. And it was long, too. She opened her coiled fingers slightly and slid them up the golden shaft until she felt the loose skin that covered the bulbous head. She squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.
"You like it?" he asked.
"I love it!"
"Would you kiss it?"
"Do you want me to?"
"I'd like it," he said, moving closer with his hips.
She leaned closer and put her soft lips on the equally soft head. Riley groaned. Then she opened her mouth and let some of his cock slide into her mouth. He groaned again. She ran her tongue around the glans, probing under it to taste the sweetness of this young lover. Then she moved her head back and forth slowly, sucking the organ on her backward motion, fluttering her tongue against it as it went into her mouth.
"Whooo-ooo," he moaned.
Lori was not sure how long a young man like Riley 146could hold out, but she didn't want to make him pop his rocks just yet.
But Riley had already allowed the tide to rise too high in his eager young body. He put his hands on Lori's head and rammed his cock into her mouth. She sensed what his trouble was, feeling the urgent twitches at the head of his cock and the frantic diggings at her hair.
Placing both hands on his lower abdomen, she pushed him away from her, turning her head aside just as the first spurt from his agitated prick shot from the tip. The glob splattered against the side of her face, the second along her hair line and into her ear. Then the spurts diminished and the trajectory was lowered so that the last several blobs of gray-white semen spun against her neck, then her shoulder. With one last, grunting thrust, the remainder of his silver fluid dribbled onto her breast.
"Ohhh," he moaned. "Ohhh, Jesus ..."
Lori fell to one side and smeared at the sticky come that was turning cold and slowly oozing down her body. "Oh, Riley ... Riley, you should have held it," she whined in disappointment.
"I-I'm sorry," he muttered. "Gosh, I'm awfully sorry."
Lori rose from the bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. When she flipped on the light, she saw the silver pendants clinging to her body in sticky, rubber-like rivers. She wet a washcloth and wiped herself, rinsing the slimy fluid from the rag several times. "Jack rabbit," she mumbled to herself.
When she returned to the bedroom, Riley was sitting on the edge of the bed, head down. His cock had fallen to half limp.
"I didn't know you'd get that excited," Lori said. "I should have known."
"I'm sorry," he repeated. I guess I thought about it too much."
She stood in front of him, her titties jutting from her chest. She looked down at his failing prick. "We'll have to get you ready again," she said. She moved forward until one nipple was directly in front of his lips. "Take it," she said. She put her hand under the golden mound and raised his lips. "Kiss it a little."
"Ummmhmmm," he murmured contentedly as he slurped the hard nipple.
"Now don't get yourself all excited and make that thing spit again," she directed.
"Uh-uh," he said, moving his head from side to side.
Lori held the back of his head, guiding him first to one titty, then the other. Her chest was heaving now as he sucked on her nipples. She gasped a little as one of his hands went to the hairy muff between her legs. She pushed forward,
"Did you ever ... kiss someone ... down there?" she asked, twitching her hips.
He took his mouth away quickly. "No."
"Do you want to try?"
"I-I don't know."
She stepped around him and lay down on the bed. "We can both do it at the same time," she said.
He turned from his sitting position and looked at her face, then let his eyes rove down her shapely body until they came to rest on her dark patch of hair. She could see his apprehension as he frowned at her pussy.
"It's called sixty-nine," she said. She put her hand on his head and pulled him lightly to her, bringing his face onto her chest. Then she began to push him downward slowly, waiting for his kisses to intensify. With her other hand she tugged at his legs to bring him in alignment
with her body. She pulled on him until his cock was directly in front of her face.
Riley stopped when his lips touched the upper fuzz of her pussy. He lay panting on her belly, one hand toying in the silky hair, hesitant. The aroma of her crotch wafted into his nostrils and his mouth felt suddenly dry and tingling. He lowered his head slightly and probed guardedly with his tongue.
"Just put your tongue in the slit, sweetie," she said. She spread her legs a little more and nudged his head ever so gently.
With a sound in his throat that he did not seem able to control, he licked at the hair until his finger had opened the lips. Then he sunk his head lower and stuck his tongue into the wet chasm. His teeth crushed into the soft flesh.
"Not so hard, darling. You're hurting me with your teeth."
He moved away, stopping his licking. Then he probed cautiously with the tip of his tongue.
Satisfied, Lori wiggled one hand free and took hold of his half hard cock. She looked at the sticky head protruding from the loose skin of the sheath. The single eye held a droplet of liquid and Lori swiped it away with her tongue. Then she put the head in her mouth and slid the skin back with her tongue. She held the mass of soft meat in her warm hand and pumped the skin back and forth.
Riley put his arm around her ass and pulled her cunt to his face. He was licking wildly now, his tongue going into her sometimes, missing at others. But he was hungry for this new way of love. He liked the utter wantonness of doing something that was out of the ordinary for him. Having his cock sucked was something he had already experienced from some of the high school girls he had
dated, but actually licking into a pussy was something new and exciting.
Lori began to suck more eagerly now. Inept as Riley was at licking a cunt, he was exciting her nevertheless. Then, too, merely sucking a man's cock brought excitement to her and she made her hips writhe and push upward to meet his licking tongue.
Then Riley took his face away from her. He rose slightly, his face sheened with wetness, and said, "Can you come this way?"
She held his cock away from her mouth and replied, "Of course, darling. But I'll have to show you." She put her hand on her pussy. "Now put your finger where mine is. Feel that little knob? That's just like yours. If you lick that the right way I can get real excited." She put her hand around his head while his finger discovered her clitoris.
"Now, just lick it the same way I'm sucking you. Maybe we can come together."
He put his face back on her cunt. His finger was still on the tight little knot and he held it there until his tongue found it, too. He began to lick at it hungrily.
"Oh, yes . .. yes ... that's perfect," she sighed. "Lick it just like that."
But Lori did not intend to bring him to another climax by sucking his cock. She realized he was a young man and could probably get his rocks off several more times before the evening was over, but she couldn't be sure. She still wanted that large, golden shaft stuck in her. She let him lick her pussy for some time before she put his cock back in her mouth. But even then she did not agitate him the way she had the first time. She let the slippery tool slide in and out of her mouth loosely letting her saliva collect on the muscled shaft so there would be less friction. He was up to a full hard now.
Lori was on her side and had thrown one leg away 150from his head so he could get at her pussy more easily. Now, as he licked and excited her body, she put her leg over his head and squeezed his head between her legs. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her crotch, down the crack of her ass. It was as though she had a searing blow-torch between her legs.
She felt the electrifying tickle creep through her body and come to a focal point in her clitoris. Then, like giant springs under tension, she clamped him tightly with her legs. She held for a moment, then rammed her cunt up into his face, burying his tongue and lips and chin in her. She took his cock out of her mouth and breathed her hot breath along the wet shaft as she held it against her face.
Riley was out of rhythm with her thrusts. He licked quickly and hungrily, trying to keep his tongue in her as she bucked and reared. And when she finally ceased all motion except a gentle massaging movement, he continued to lick at her with quick, agitated strokes.
"No ... no, darling," she winced, cringing slightly as he manipulated her clitoris, a clitoris that no longer desired manipulation. "Easy ... easy ... slowly ... gently. Ahhh, that's better. Oh, that's so nice."
"You didn't make me ... make me ... come," he said, lifting his head from her drooling box.
"I didn't want you to," she said. "I want that nice thing of yours in there." She patted her pussy, felt its wetness, and wiped it in slow, swiping motions with the sheet. "You got me all wet."
"Do you want me to put it in now?" he asked, sounding about as amateurish as he was.
His lack of finesse surprised Lori. He had been such a polished lover on the couch, yet when it came to the bedroom he seemed to have reverted to a teen-ager once
again. But she was not overly concerned about it. It would be fun teaching this young stud how to make love properly to a woman.
"Yes," she said. "Now let's fuck."
"Did I do that all right?" he asked, sounding embarrassed.
She thought a moment, then said, "Yes, dear heart, you did just wonderfully. But I think I can teach you a lot more."
"Will you teach me to, ah, do this the right way, too?"
She smiled up at him. He was between her legs now, his body arched into a bridge as he held himself off her chest with outstretched arms. The head of his cock was barely touching the lips of her pussy.
"Yes, you dear thing, I'll teach you that, too," she said. "I'm your teacher, aren't I?"
He laughed a little to ease the tension that had grown in him. "Is this how I get to pass English?"
Then they both laughed lightly.
She taught him that night. She taught him that he had to satisfy the woman as well as himself, to hold back when he felt the tingle in his crotch that meant it would be all over for him. She guided his head back to her pussy and showed him how to lick the soft membranes without hurting them, how to gauge his licking strokes so that they matched her spasms when she came. It was a rhythm, she had said. Two bodies merged into a sexually oriented machine that worked as smoothly as a Swiss watch when properly tuned, but grating and bucking like a spinning wheel with one spoke missing when the rhythm was missed.
As he stood at the door, getting ready to leave, she put her hand on his arm. "Tomorrow we'll have another lesson," she smiled.
He smiled down at her and took her in his arms for a moment. "I hope I get a passing grade," he said. Then he released her, turned, and hurried down the hall.
A full month had passed since that first session with Riley Webster. He had not improved in senior ^English, but his progress in the bedroom showed a marked improvement. Two and three times a week, Lori invited him to her apartment and the scene was always the same. The books lay unopened on the table as the moans of pleasure from the darkened bedroom filled the room.
In school, Lori was forced to give Riley passing grades on his papers, oftentimes erasing what he had written down and filling in the correct answers herself. Their relationship outside of the classroom was not known by anyone in the school.
Or so it seemed.
It was a Monday morning. Lori and Riley had been together until quite late Sunday night. From lack of sleep and the intense activity of the night before, Lori had to hurry to make her first class. As she passed the principal's office, she heard him call out to her.
"Oh, Mrs. Cameron, would you step in here for a moment?"
The principal's name was Joseph Kraus; he was a pompous, beetle-browed man with long white sideburns. There were rumors that he and the gym teacher, Maggie Ryan, were playing mattress games outside of school hours. Also, that the irrascible but hot-pants Joe was always on the alert for stray pussy among the younger teachers.
"Yes, Mr. Kraus," Lori replied. She went to his office door, looking in at him,
"Come in, please. I'd like to talk to you."
Lori came through the door with sinking heart. Either the principal had ideas about getting into bed with her or he had found out somehow about her relationship with young Riley. She sat down in the chair at the end of his desk.
Joe Kraus took time to appraise the bare knee that was exposed. He let his eyes travel upward to take in the fine, jutting lines of Lori's breasts.
"This is a very delicate subject, Mrs. Cameron," he began. "But then, you are an adult and I'm sure you will be able to see my position on this." He fidgeted with a pencil for a moment, frowned, and looked down at his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Kraus."
He looked up. He seemed to be forcing his words as he said, "You know, I am often called upon to perform unpleasant tasks. What I have to say to you falls into that category." He looked down a moment, drummed the pencil up and down. "I hope you can understand the position I am in."
Lori paled. She was sure now that Joe Kraus had discovered that she was going to bed with one of the students. That would mean immediate dismissal
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked timidly.
"You know, for a long time we have been under pressure from various groups to inaugurate a program here in Oak Ridge High that we have been reluctant to begin. It is not so much that we are prudish or that we don't understand the problem. It is simply because we have lacked the proper personnel to instruct in it. I realize that you, as a fine puritan woman, will probably find the entire matter repulsive to you. I wouldn't blame you, of course." He looked away and took a deep breath.
During that interval Lori had time to say, "What is it, Mr. Kraus?"
He looked at her somewhat uneasily. "Now, please, Mrs. Cameron, because I am requesting you to undertake this program does not imply anything personal. I, and the members of the executive board, are agreed that there is no finer, morally prudent and upstanding teacher on our staff, than you. That is why we have come to an agreement on this matter. We feel that you, being young and understanding in many of today's ways and behavior patterns, would be the most suitable to head this new program."
"What new program, Mr. Kraus?"
"If you are in any way embarrassed over it, then I wish you would say so now so that we can try to find someone else. We are going into this thing full-scale. We are prepared to use today's terminology as bluntly as our young people do. There will be words and phrases with which you are, no doubt, unfamiliar. But if you would agree to receive instruction and then in turn instruct our classes here at Oak Ridge, the board had agreed to increase your salary twenty-five percent."
"For heaven's sake, Mr. Kraus, what kind of program are you talking about?" Lori asked in exasperation.
He looked at her evenly. His mouth twitched a little before he spoke. Finally, he said, "Mrs. Cameron, we want you to head up our new program of sex education. We believe it would be far better to have someone who is comparatively innocent in these matters begin at the very bottom and learn everything there is to know about sex and how it affects our young people. That person, we feel, would be more with the times. A person like that-yourself-would have a better understanding of how our young people think. Would you consider such a position?"
Lori smiled slowly. "I think I can learn enough about the subject to be able to teach it intelligently," she said.
On her way out of the office, Lori had to hold herself desperately to keep from bursting into laughter.
