Widowhood in American society is possibly today one of the most frustrating of social positions to occupy. The public demands, particularly in small town America that she, in spite of the happiness or unhappiness of her previous relationship with her deceased husband, conform to a set standard of rules regarding widowhood. These standards require, in effect, that she become almost a social recluse during the accepted period of mourning. It does not allow for the fact that she may not, within her own mind, even be in a period of mourning. On the contrary, she may even be experiencing for the first time in her life a period of freedom from the tyranny, be it sexual or social, that may have been imposed on her during her married life. This problem occurs essentially when a woman of much younger years marries an older man. She enters the marriage relationship as a young naive girl that has never known the sexual demands that may be imposed upon her by a much more experienced husband who has had the chance to live and absorb all that may be possible to experience in this respect.
This, in essence, is the social problem that Author Andrew Tabor explores for us in this illuminating novel concerning directly the problem outlined above. We, the Publishers, have scrutinized his logic carefully and in our own minds can find no fault with it. We sincerely hope that this feeling shall also be imparted to you our readers.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
As she stood by the side of the open grave, a darkly gaping wound in a carefully tended green carpet, the gentle voice of the minister droned on in pious monotony. His words fell on Nancy's ears with far less impact than the steady patter of raindrops on the sheltering umbrella which covered her head. Their rhythmical tattoo seemed to lull her already numbed senses into a state approaching somnambulism. She raised her eyes and the increased downpour was as a mist of tears before her vacant stare. Tears which she was unable to shed, for the young widow could feel no grief.
The tall slender woman close at Nancy's side tightened a comforting arm around the girl's slim waist. Even in the gloom of a wet darkening afternoon the two presented a striking composition in contrasts. Both were clothed in the dull black of mourning but any similarity ended there.
Nancy's garb typified the most unattractive picture that the dismal label "widow's weeds" could signify. From the heavy veil enveloping her silvery blonde head to the sturdy low-heeled pumps in which her slender feet were shod, no hint of the natural grace and beauty beneath was visible. An unbecoming gown of matronly cut gave a lie to the soft thrust of firm pointed nipples tipping high, full breasts; the indentation of tiny waist and flair of hips to beguiling soft round buttocks; the long lovely curve of firm tapering thigh and full-fleshed legs.
Yet even among those who knew her best, only the most discerning ever caught a fleeting intimation of the perfection of Nancy's body, and this was quickly discounted as imaginary. For her habitual mode of dress was generally as voluminous and lacking in style as the formless widow's black.
The translucent sheen of alabaster glowing from her fair skin; the luminous green of her clear, far-spaced eyes; the full curve of her warm, generous mouth...these were negated by the total lack of makeup, the severely coiffured long, pale hair, and the dullness of her costumes.
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The woman supporting Nancy's slightly leaning body created the illusion of being much taller than she actually was. Perhaps it was her almost regal posture. She stood straight as an arrow with the lithe slenderness of a young boy, yet her figure did not seem mannish. The smart black suit she wore set off her slim figure to its best advantage. It concealed the hint of broadness in her shoulders and stressed the beauty of the small pointed breasts, the flat belly and tight muscled haunches, the almost straight line in of hips and long, sleek legs. Her smooth, unlined face was expertly made up to bring out the sparkle in the large dark eyes and to soften the strong, angular set of the jawline. Her curling, short blue-black hair with just a touch of gray at the temples was topped by a tiny chic pill-box.
There was an aura of agelessness about Bea Wilson, though she had been a contemporary of the man whose funeral she was observing with an almost malicious enjoyment. Carl Martin had never been one of her favorite people, so she made no effort to conjure up any hypocritical sentimentality over his death. Peering through the curtain of rain she appraised the congregation of mourners near-by. They were surprisingly few in number considering Carl's varied interests-both business and personal. The flick of malice prompted Bea to suppose that they were unwilling to suffer the discomfort of such miserable weather. Of those who had braved the elements, though of sober mien, no outward sign of deep sorrow was visible.
Bea's sharp eye suddenly noticed one exception...a frail figure with blonde head bowed and shoulders shaking convulsively with muted sobs. At first glance she thought the solitary mourner was a girl, but closer scrutiny proved the figure standing forlornly alone to be that of a sobbing male youth. He was a stranger to her and a grimace of amused distaste darted over her mobile face. Well, wouldn't you know he liked boys, she grinned to herself. Then dismissing the others from her mind, Bea leaned over the quiet girl at her side.
Misreading the dazed expression on Nancy's white face beneath the shielding veil, Bea whispered, "There now, dear, just a little longer and it will be over."
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This attempt at consolation went as unheeded by Nancy as the seemingly endless eulogy. Her thoughts dwelt on the times in the past when she had suffered a true sense of loss....When her beloved grandmother had moved to a distant city; when the only girl who had been a really close friend had been sent away to school; most painful of all, when her ever-youthful, glamorous mother blithely embarked on one of the many pleasure-seeking excursions in her gay, frivolous mode of living.
No sweetness had tinged the sorrow of those partings, only the desolation of a lonely little girl left in the care of a succession of nurses and housekeepers. Competent care for the most part, but no substitute for the warmth of a loving family. In self-protection Nancy had hesitated to probe the feelings of her mother toward her. Only very recently had she come to suspect that perhaps it wasn't lack of maternal sentiment-but, overshadowing tender detachment, a fear of competition that motivated her mother's method of rearing a daughter. In this respect, Nancy came very close to the mark.
An extremely beautiful, basically hedonistic woman-whose doting husband conveniently died (leaving her well provided for) shortly after Nancy's birth-she relegated the child to the background of her diligently preserved dazzling existence. She had no desire to be placed in the position of being compared with a lovely daughter. Hence the indifferent wardrobe to which Nancy had become apathetically accustomed, and the conception instilled at an early age that she was rather an ugly duckling...or at best, a very ordinary person.
The adroit machinations of her mother had been more or less directly responsible for her marriage to Carl Martin, a very wealthy man. Although he was more than twice her age, Nancy, just nineteen, thought him charming and wonderful. How thrilled she had been that she had been able to land such a man!
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The skies had darkened overhead and cast a pall of twilight over the dripping cemetery. In the now pelting rain Nancy shivered, not from the damp wind whipping at the crepe of her skirts, but from the chill that still could stir her (even after almost two years) when she thought of the grim awakening she had experienced on her wedding night.
CHAPTER 2
Nancy's happiness lasted through the wedding reception, enlivened by an abundance of sparkling champagne, and half-way through the wedding evening which was spent in Carl's apartment prior to leaving in the morning on their honeymoon to Europe.
In the limousine on the drive to the apartment, Nancy snuggled up to her new husband, resting her spinning head on his shoulder. The courtship had been a short, pristine affair, slightly disappointing to a timorous but increasingly eager maiden. The frank, open conversations she'd often overheard among her mother's sophisticated friends, coupled with the surreptitious reading of the erotica on her mother's bedside shelves, had whetted a normal, healthy desire for more than the chaste kisses so far bestowed by Carl.
"Happy, my baby girl?" Carl's soft moist lips on her cheek, and the wine coursing through her veins with a relaxing yet exhilarating tingle, emboldened her to place a cautious hand on his thigh. As she felt an involuntary quiver of muscle, her grasp lightly kneaded then tightened until the heat from his leg was warm on her palm. With quickening breath she turned her head, and Carl's open mouth ground down on her lips with a wet, fierce violence. In one fluid motion he slid lower on the seat thrusting his hips upward, and her hand was in vibrating contact with a hard, stiff, burning rock-like rod. Her startled fingers gripped convulsively.
Inexperienced as Nancy was, the amazing rapidity of his erection astonished her. A portion of her mind suffered a twinge of fear at the tremendous size of that long round instrument...pulsating, pushing, probing at her inflamed, clutching fingers...like an integral being struggling to break out of the almost bursting cloth at his crotch. The waves of heat emanating from the stretching, searching penis set her hand afire, and in a torment of feverish intensity she pressed to meet the rising furnace. Her frantic fingertips traveled over the high ridged outline of the throbbing, inflated bulbous head, caressed the sharply defined opening glans at the tip...and as a warmth of wet, slippery semen strained through the intervening cloth, she felt an answering moisture seeping from her now gently throbbing cunt...drenching the soft, sparse pubic hair between her thighs. She spread her aching legs wide to Carl's fondling hand as it explored her soft velvety inner thigh, and she moaned in ecstasy as he gradually burrowed under the smooth, nylon panty lace and smothered the open, quivering cunt flesh with his delving fingers.
"BITCH....!" The piercing word spewed viciously from Carl's sneering lips with the devastating effect of a deadly bullet.
With the shattering exclamation resounding in her ears, Nancy found herself flung roughly away. She lay sprawled in a corner of the cushion, one gleaming ivory breast pointing out audaciously over the top of her low-necked gown...a drop of dew suspended from the long erect ruby nipple that was still trembling with desire. Her full skirt was hunched above her dimpled hips, and the love juices flowing from her dilating vagina slowly stained the transparent lace over her moistened hair-lined cuntal slit.
Heedless of her own dishevelment, Nancy stared at Carl in shocked bewilderment. He was meticulously wiping his hands, as if they were soiled, on a snowy handkerchief. Only a darkening circle on the trouser leg near his crotch gave mute evidence of the phallic turmoil that had raged so recently within, and had subsided with the same astounding speed that it had begun.
"Pull yourself together, dear. This really isn't the proper setting." Then his voice took on a more conciliatory tone. "Pay no attention to me when I get in a lather. I'd be a poor prick if a lovely little thing like you didn't get it up."
"Oh, Carl, I'm s-sorry! I-I-didn't mean to...." Nancy stuttered in confusion at his frank words.
With shaking fingers she forced the wayward breast into the empty cup of her brassiere. Her senses had been so inflamed by the raging tumult in her loins that she'd been almost unaware of Carl's lifting it out. Smoothing the crumpled skirt over her long silken thighs, she stole a glance at his face and caught a look of rather amused tolerance. Surely she must have imagined the glimmer of contempt, almost hatred, that had seemed to flash over his face as he'd shoved her away from him.
The big car rolled to a halt, and in the bustle of getting her luggage upstairs she was once again her mother's daughter, chiding herself for being a stupid, unworthy nitwit. She had so little to offer...especially to a man like Carl! Ascending in the elevator she appraised his lithe, muscular body with, loving eyes. (She was soon to learn how many hours in gymnasium and steam room it took to maintain that semblance of youth.) In repose the lines of dissipation on his tanned face merged into an almost ascetic look. Never having been in Carl's apartment, Nancy was anxious to see where he lived, but she was allowed only a quick view of the large foyer and the spacious living room as he swept her through to a bedroom of equal size.
"Oh, how lovely!" she cried as she thought...this is a room any woman would love to have.
It was decorated and furnished all in white, with touches of brilliant red accosting the eye from unexpected niches. Angled mirrors overlaid the long walls and portions of the ceiling, bouncing their reflections back and forth at them from about the room. Nancy found this slightly disconcerting, but before she had time for further thought Carl drew her roughly into his arms. His flushed saturnine face bent to her fair one and his hot, seeking mouth met her eager, clinging, parted lips. He thrust his body tightly against hers so that she could feel every demanding line of it...rocking...pressing...sliding down so his mighty penis lay its full hard length upon her waiting, willing cunt spot. One lusting hand roamed along her tingling spine to the firm high buttocks which he kneaded as a loaf of rising dough. The other slid her dress from her shoulder and gently urged forth a hard, swelling breast. The long nipple pushed out tautly, pointed and alert, and surged into his teasing fingers.
Heat flooded through Nancy's entire body and she clung to him helplessly, shaking from head to toe in a transport of uncontrollable passion. She swayed as if she would fall when Carl drew slightly away. He dropped his head to the ruby red tip of her throbbing, straining breast, and his mouth engulfed it hungrily, his fiery tongue sucking and licking at its erection like a devouring flame. He straightened, grinding his swollen prick harder and faster against her burning pelvis. His hands fumbled with the zipper at her neck. She heard the low whining sigh of its unlocking down her spine...felt his fingers probe lightly at the smooth white crevice at its base...delve suddenly deeper into the crack, and work at the rubbery flesh ring of her anus. Her buttocks tightened involuntarily, capturing his torturing hand, and she groaned aloud in exquisite pain. He left the pink, tender little hole pulsing, dilating, begging as he deftly unfastened her bra.
Moving away 'til Nancy was almost at arm's length, Carl eased the frock from her shoulders down to her waist, taking the bra with it. She heard his gasp of delight mingle with her own cry of relief as the confined impassioned breast leaped out eagerly to join its firm voluptuous twin. Then he was roughly stripping her clothes from her body. In feverish haste she came to his aid on her garter belt and hose and kicked off her pumps.
Carl stood staring at her with burning eyes as though transfixed, not only at her but all around her. For her lush naked body, reflecting in the myriad glass, reverberated throughout the room....! The big milk white breasts stood out like perfect hemispheres, angled upward-full and plump at the base, tapering to sharp points at the tips-where the hardened, aroused nipples were deep blood-red, jutting far out from the paler, dusky pink rosettes. As her agitated bosom rose and fell, dozens of those mirrored trembling breasts danced about her as though trying to pierce her with their crimson dagger points. Dozens of soft alabaster bellies rippled into as many shining, flaxen-haired cunts...below them the many long, curving legs spread temptingly to reveal all of the rosy, moist, hair-lined vaginal slits.
She watched the gyrating girl of the mirrors cup her hands around the heaving breasts and fondle the elongated shining red nipples until they were sticking out from between the loving, stroking fingers like unsheathed tubes of vibrant lip rouge. A white heat in her belly was throbbing and straining down to her aching womb and setting fire to her wildly pulsing vagina.
In anguish Nancy tore herself away from the narcissistic vision of her own voluptuous body, and she became aware that Carl was all around her.
He had disrobed and his nude figure was everywhere. But some trick of mirrors and lighting compelled her to focus on one spot, and all she could seem to see was the wondrous, huge white cock...sticking...pushing...reaching upwards...waving at her, enlarged and multiplied a hundred times. Everywhere she turned it was boring at her...a throbbing muscle of desire, springing from a jet of coarse black, curling hair. The gleaming white skin was stretched so taut that a tracery of thin blue veins could be seen pulsating beneath it. Its bulbous blood-filled head glowed with a ruby light under a haze of smoky blue. From the pulsating lips of the gland at its tip glistening, pearly drops of white viscous semenal fluid were oozing slowly....
"Oh, beautiful...beautiful...beautiful...."
Carl's high, piercing intonation stirred Nancy from her mesmerized trance of raging desire, and as the lusting girl's emerald eyes slowly focused, she realized that his arms were enfolding one of the round white statue-like pillars that ornamented the room. It glowed from within with a pale, eerie translucence, casting forth an ethereal light. Nearing the uppermost part of its construction, this unearthly gleam fused into a vaporous blue ring. Above this azure haze the globular top was a lurid, incandescent red. It sprang from the milky base like a burst of flame and blazed with the brilliance of a shining beacon.
Nancy's passion-blinded eyes could scarcely believe the bizarre scene confronting her. Pulsing with its inner illumination, the image Carl's hands were lovingly stroking...was a giant phallus....! Her whole body burned like one screaming, exposed nerve of desire-set aflame by the heat of the fiery blood-red head of that enormous prick.
Sensing that she had been stimulated almost beyond endurance, Carl guided her to the waiting nuptial bed, the outthrust magnificence of his own massive cock pointing the way. With a low mewling cry she fell back on the satin sheets, lifting her hungering hips in supplication. Kneeling at her side he buried his face in her soft, white belly, showering the scented flesh with hot, passionate kisses. As his darting tongue flicked wetly at her navel her legs spread wide in wanton abandon, and her frantic fingers twined in his hair as though trying to bore his face in the womb reaching out to envelop him. His exploring hands slid under her hips, and they opened eagerly...so with the exception of the small furry bridge in between, a throbbing, moist, pink wound openly quivered...from the tiny puckered anus to the wet gasping vagina.
"Ooooo...kiss me there...please kiss me there, darling....!" she pleaded, writhing with violent lust.
She pushed Carl's head down to the nest of golden hair between her legs, its tight blonde curls damp and glowing with passion. His bruising mouth bit into the soft, teasing curls, and it parted to his hot searching tongue. His hands were caressing her heaving breasts...Kneading...Pulling...Teasing the hard erect nipples as they expanded and contracted to his touch. As his pointed tongue plunged into the soft quivering flesh of her cunt, and licked at the tingling clitoris...she felt a great white heat building within her. Before it could burst into flame, the ravishing mouth and tongue were torn abruptly from between her widespread thighs...like a fish out of water she lay gasping and shaking. With a keening moan Carl buried his head between her breasts.
"Ah...little mother...mother...." The muffled words seemed wrung from his lips in an agony of desire.
Churning in the agitation of disappointment and desire, Nancy felt the heat of his rigid penis as it stretched heavy and pulsing along her leg. In avid haste she reached to grasp it and drew the swollen blood-pressured head to her aching vagina. At the instant the semen drenched tip came in contact with the hungry cunt lips, her clutching fingers felt the beginning of a simultaneous deflation of the object of her passionate need. Uttering a spine-chilling cry, like that of an animal in pain, Carl violently flung away from her in a furious frenzy. Rolling over on his back, he grabbed his penis in his fists, assaulting it immediately to its immense size. Suddenly the foaming lips of its bloated, blood-filled head erupted like a bubbling geyser...columns of hot glutinous semen gushed sporadically straight and high into the air...then splashed downward to soak their bodies in the hot, scalding liquid whiteness.
Almost out of her mind in anguished frustration, Nancy thrust a skewer-finger into her demanding vagina. Aroused to the very pinnacle of desire, one hard scrape of her nail sent the erect bud of her clitoris into an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy. . . detonating the unbearable white heat in her vagina until it too exploded...showering pinwheels of bursting, fiery sparks into the innermost recesses of her convulsing body.
Thus the newlyweds lay...exhausted, satiated, glutted of desire...in a damply spreading pool of cooling white liquid drops.
* * *
By the end of a brief, unsatisfying honeymoon, Nancy was compelled to accept the irrevocable realization that by some psychotic aberration Carl was physically unable to satisfy-or be satisfied by-the body of a woman. The purpose behind his marriage was to give an outer semblance of normality to his life. He spent a great deal of time away from her, but when he was at home his primary interest in Nancy was as an instrument of arousal. She grew to loathe that unreal chamber of passion which she had loved at first glance. She'd had no hope of deliverance, but it came in the unexpected form of the plane crash which ended his life.
Standing in the rain at his funeral, tendrils of guilt nibbled at her mind because she felt no sorrow...there was only a heady feeling of release overshadowing all other emotion.
CHAPTER 3
As the long black limousine left the cold iron gates of the cemetery behind, the piercing amber beam of its headlights searched into the cascading curtain of rain. It sped through the dusk as though Nancy's emotional release had been transmitted to its own quickening power. Her body relaxed in the comforting warmth of the soft upholstery. Staring out into the rush of darkness she saw only the finely-drawn, ghostly reflection of herself in the window.
"Nancy, honey, why don't you spend the night with me? There's no sense in your going home alone to brood."
Bea's request shattered the shroud of remembrance in which the girl had been wrapped throughout Carl's funeral. Turning to face the older woman, she banished lingering thoughts of the past from her mind.
"Please come, I really want to have you," Bea urged.
The expression in the clear level gaze meeting hers startled Bea, for the deep emerald eyes sparkled not only with relief, but also unmistakable joy. Even more astonishing were the words which burst from Nancy's lips with unchecked fervor.
"Oh, Bea, I'd love to," she cried. "I...I never want to set foot in that damned apartment again! I hate it so...please...may I stay with you for awhile, until I can get my things out of there?"
For the first time there was a film of tears misting the lovely eyes, and the soft full under lip trembled. "I'm sorry, I've no right to impose....."
That rotten faggot bastard, Bea fumed inwardly, what had he done to this poor child?
"Don't worry, dear," she soothed. "And none of this silly talk about imposing. I'm delighted that I can be of some help."
With a decisive gesture she leaned forward and directed the driver to her ocean-side apartment. The big car, leashed now by the day's-end-rush of freeway traffic, labored slowly with all of the other little people...eager for home and family, or for making love, or for just solitary quiet. Most of them were weary from the confusion of the working city as their vehicles traveled with ant-like precision; together, yet each alone in his own world.
The two women relaxed in a silence broken only by the swish of tires on the wet pavement and the subdued rush of passing cars. The rain had thinned, and as the smeared neon colors and gauze-haloed lights flashed by, each was lost in her own different thoughts.
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Bea's apartment was on the tenth floor of a towering, high-rise cylinder. An open balcony rimmed the outer line of the pie-shaped wedge, providing a glimpse of the rain-darkened ocean and a panoramic view of Los Angeles. Nancy stood before one of the tall balcony windows, the impersonal lights of the sprawling city fanned out below.
She felt wonderful. Bea had persuaded her to drink a large snifter of brandy, and it spread a flush of warmth through her body that rivaled the bright blaze in open hearth. The firelight shone on a room of charming simplicity, giving its sunny colors a marigold hue. With a flurry of movement she turned toward Bea, sipping a drink on a low velvet couch by the fire. Breathing a contented sigh, she curled up on the deep heavy pile of carpet at Bea's feet.
"Ohhh...this is nice!" she purred with a slightly tipsy giggle-Unbuttoning the constricting collar at her throat, she leaned back on outstretched arms. The opening neckline revealed the soft smooth shadow of cleavage between her uplifted breasts. The firm pointing spheres seemed to have a life of their own as they strained against the dark dress, and the nipples grew and hardened as they grazed the taut material. Bea gasped audibly at the beautiful lines of Nancy's body as she wriggled in sensual pleasure of the warmth enveloping her.
Bea set the brandy glass aside and her long tapering fingers smoothed the golden head at her knee then moved to the gentle curve between neck and shoulder. Nancy felt a shiver of delight at the tender touch on her silky flesh. As the dark head lowered to meet her face, her soft lips responded eagerly to Bea's hot, brandy-scented kiss. Its heat flowed through the girl's love-starved body and settled deep in her throbbing loins, as caressing fingers slid into her bodice and cupped the swelling breast with surprising strength.
Nancy's reclining figure tensed, every nerve crying out with need, pleading silently without words...fondle me, hold me, love me....! She became all sensation, enclosed within a bubble of time, adrift on a sea of desire. Bea's reluctant motion of withdrawal recalled her sensitized skin to the cushioning bristle of the nylon carpeting, the prickling waves of heat from the fire, the kneading touch of fingers at her breast.
Bea's voice was husky with desire as she spoke. "Come on, baby, let's get out of these horrible clothes and into a hot shower before we both catch pneumonia."
She drew the unresisting girl to her feet and guided her to the bedroom. With trembling hands she undressed the blossoming figure, then quickly divested herself of her own garments. She was almost overcome with lust at the sight of Nancy's vibrant beauty...the full, high perfect breasts, their rosy quivering nipples outstretched; the dusky indentation of navel in the smooth white belly; the corn silk pubic hair glistening softly between the rounded thighs. Fearful of frightening her quarry by an undue show of haste, she forced a display of outward calm as she led the way to the bathroom and adjusted the shower.
Arms entwined as they entered the womb-like steamy cubicle. Nancy leaned back so that the force of the water struck her breasts directly, flushing the long nipples to deep crimson buds in the pink rosettes, and teasing them to erection. Bea worked a soap-filled bath mitten into a foaming lather in her hands. The starting at the nape of Nancy's neck she began a firm but gentle kneading along the supple back.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," Nancy murmured as Bea's nimble fingers moved lower down her spine.
She soaped the flair of buttock and pinched the soft, pliant flesh until it rotated slowly to her touch. Her fingers lingered over the deep cleft, deftly spreading the smooth firm cheeks to bathe it temptingly with long caressing strokes. A low mewling sound escaped from Nancy's throat as she spread her legs and pushed downward with her hips in a fierce effort to encompass the tormenting fingers. Bea stooped and cleansed the arched, straining limbs with rapid strokes.
"Turn around," she instructed Nancy, rising to her feet.
As they faced each other, their breasts lightly touched. Nancy's long nipples stood out like tiny cocks throbbing against the small sharp points of Bea's apple-like globes. The older woman felt a surge of rising passion as she molded foam over Nancy's graceful shoulders. She fondled the swollen breasts and the pink rosettes seemed to open like the petals of a flower. The hardening stamen-tips bloomed through the frothy bubbles. Bea's ardent, skillful hands spread a veil of slippery touchings over the rounded hips and flat little belly, gently probing the sensitive navel with a rhythm that sent a sharp, sweet tremor to the core of Nancy's being.
One tantalizing hand at last burrowed deep in the water-ambered pubic hair, and she thrust violently downward to hold it fast in the inflamed cunt lips. A fierce wave of passion churned through her body and along her trembling legs.
"No, Nancy, no! Wait...not like this!" Bea struggled to free her hand from the sucking flanges of that devouring crotch. She finally managed to tear it loose and held the panting girl in a tight embrace.
Without Bea's support, Nancy felt that the tremendous weight of the heat between her shaking legs would have dragged her to the tile floor.
"Oh...Bea," she groaned, "help me, please...don't leave me....! can't stand it any longer, longer....."
"I will, my darling, I will." Bea promised, turning the hot water tap and adjusting the nozzle to a fine, rinsing spray of steam.
Nancy's hot skin blushed deeper velvety pink. The inner fever of desire consumed her until she was a burning flame of passion in Bea's arms, begging wildly, "Take me, love me, make me cum...let me cum....!"
Then she was somehow out of the vaporous booth and Bea was briskly toweling her dry. The roughness of the terry cloth restored some semblance of control to her clamoring flesh as they went back to the bedroom.
"There's something I have to know, Nancy. Didn't you ever have intercourse with Carl?"
At the shamed, negative shake of the blonde head, Bea asked in astonishment, "Hasn't any man ever fucked you?"
Nancy's murmured "no" heightened Bea's avid desire, for as she had grown older, she'd rarely had the intensified pleasure of initiating a young virgin. Her hungry arms drew Nancy's voluptuous body to her hard, lean frame. Her own nipples were erect and burning as they pressed into the fullness of Nancy's breasts. Their bodies fused together and Bea's lips were hot and clinging on the young girl's mouth. Demanding tongues entwined, they sank slowly on the bed.
Nancy's gyrating hips arched to meet the pressure of the dark-haired fulcrum grinding into her wet blonde cunt. She moaned in ecstasy as the throbbing nether lips rubbed savagely against each other and their flowing vaginal juices mingled into a hot adhesive bond that welded them together.
Her head was whirling, and just as she felt that Bea's fiery mouth was surely drawing the last breath from her body, the searing tongue withdrew. It hovered over her face like a hummingbird, darting licks of flame along her ears and cheeks and chin, then it flicked wetly down her throat and to her heaving breasts. There it strummed the wildly palpitating nipple-tips.
"Oh, yes...ohhhh...my God, don't stop...yes...please...." Incoherent murmurings escaped from Nancy's lips as the hot tongue cupped her extended nipple.
Bea could sense the ache in the long shimmering point straining to reach her mouth. Her sharp teeth nibbled at its erection, then the voracious lips enveloped the cherry delight, sucking deeply from that fount of nectar. Nancy clutched at her so frantically that it seemed for a moment she would suffocate in the soft mound of burning flesh. Sharp nails raked her back with needless urgency. Bea's hands roamed at will over the incensed body churning beneath hers, rubbing and searching until they tangled in the soft wet moss of curling pussy hair.
"Kiss me there! Oh...kiss my c-cunt," Nancy pleaded shrilly with words she hardly knew, rotating her hips in wild abandon.
Bea dropped back on her haunches and feasted her passion-blurred eyes on the vision of beauty spread before her. The twitching thighs parted until the golden hair-lined cuntal slit grew and opened wide in full flower, until she could see the glistening spray of desire dampening the pink nether folds. With caressing fingers she gently extended the moist velvet love-lips to expose the deeper, blood-red membranous lining. More wetness shimmering here, closer to the spring of desire. With a deep guttural groan, Bea buried her lust-contorted face in the pulsing gorge, riveting her avid mouth to the open pulsating cunt, sucking ravenously of the sweet, seeping liquid desire.
Nancy's spiraling pelvic furnace arched sharply to the long, stabbing tongue. Bea's knowing fingers were kneading her trembling legs from knee to thigh, up and then down again, and back up and around to the quivering buttocks. There they plundered mercilessly at the resistant open crevice, and circled 'round and 'round the tender anus, then surged into the tiny, puckered rubbery flesh-ring. Nancy screamed at the bittersweet pain that wracked her body, and her flailing legs wrapped Bea tightly in their convulsive grasp.
Outside the heavens opened in grim judgment, and let forth a new deluge of rain. A crackle of lightning split the blackness, its reflection slashing into the room to catch but an instant's glimpse of the naked bodies in erotic bas-relief. The beautiful blonde head lay rolling and tossing in helpless torment-green eyes glazed in lustful dementia, pink nostrils flaring with desire, ruby mouth salivating lewdly. The heaving breasts struggled as though to break loose from their sockets. The undulating white body glistened with the fine perspiration of passion, every line up-thrust to the dark-haired shadowy figure kneeling over it in attendant supplication.
Inside the room the loud echo of the following thunder-peal was drowned out by the roar of deafening desire that consumed the aroused bodies churning wildly on the bed.
"Oh...my god...more...harder...more...ahhh, I can't stand it!" Nancy whimpered, as her nails gouged into Bea's shoulders, and she pushed up violently-struggling to devour the torturing mouth sucking at the apex of all her sexual sensation.
The hot darting tongue was wet with her own juices as it laved the grabbing funnel-tip of her vagina. Suddenly it thrust savagely at the sweet bud of her clitoris and drew it up to pulsating erection. A shattering spasm of exaltation knifed the depths of her womb as Bea's teeth and lips clamped fiercely on the throbbing penis-tendon bulging with uncontrollable excitement. That nucleus of all desire surged to a spiraling pitch of screaming crescendos that crashed through Nancy's body with wave upon wave of soul-piercing joy. The deep well of her womb burst with the swelling, rushing tide of long-denied release, and a cascade of burning love fluid flooded down the walls of her raging vaginal passage and overflowed into the eager vessel of Bea's waiting lips. Thirstily lapping at the sweet, pungent dew a paroxysm of rapture swept through her own barren loins, and she ground the heaving mound of hr clitoris into the springy resilience of the mattress. She fought for her orgasm until she cried out, a long, keening wail, and all the muscles of her body jerked as if she were being electrocuted, jerked again and again in unison with the convulsing torso in her arms.
The orgasmic ebb and flow of the two bodies diminished in almost child-like sobbing shudders of relief, and at last they lay-side by side-rippling with exhausted contentment.
The planes of the face that Nancy turned to Bea had resumed their expression of youthful innocence, but a sparkle of tears glinted on her flushed cheeks as she whispered in half consciousness, "Oh, thank you, Bea, thank you...."
"Dearest, I didn't hurt you, did I?" With gentle concern she brushed the tears away. "I love you, baby...you're not sorry are you?"
"No, nooo...It was wonderful...so lovely...the...very...first...time...." The halting words drifted off in a slumberous murmur, muffled in the warm hollow of Bea's throat as she clasped the lissome body in a comforting embrace. Her own well of loneliness, carefully hidden and protected beneath a hard, tough veneer of sophistication, was temporarily eased of pain.
Snuggling into the soft cocoon of Bea's enfolding arms, Nancy's last half-waking, half-sleeping, sensation was one of blissful, calm contentment. All feelings of guilt had been washed away by the conscience dimming alcohol and the physical act itself. She felt no shame. Time enough for that later, if it were to come. For perhaps the first time in her life, she floated into sleep relieved of tension, feeling secure, and wanted and loved.
The sudden violent storm had abated, and a gently falling mist of rain caressed the silently sleeping tower of apartments.
CHAPTER 4
The showers vanished with the darkness and the spring day dawned clear and bright. The beach city, usually blanketed by morning fog rolling inland from the ocean, sparkled with freshly cleansed whiteness in the sunlight. The pulse of the tall building, an erect sentinel overlooking the mouth of the nearby harbor, slowed to a steady hum following the hustle of work-day departure of many tenants.
Nancy awoke to the faint sounds of Bea's preparing breakfast in the kitchen and the muffled roar of the surf pounding on the beach below. She lay half dozing, sorting out the confusion of events in the past twenty-four hours. A phrase from a long forgotten song...what a difference a day makes...fretted the surface of her thoughts as they skipped briefly over the gloom of yesterday. She had gone through the day as one in a dream, and examining it now she imagined that only her physical self had attended Carl's funeral. Her heart and inner spirit had been detached observers-standing apart from the black clad figure which had moved like an automaton, not only then but during the endless nightmare of her marriage.
Twenty-four little hours...the last delicious few spent in Bea's arms! A thrill of remembrance coursed through her nude body and settled vividly in her flaxen-haired vaginal slit, arousing a swift throb of desire. She pressed her hands on the soft protruding mound to still its rising excitement, and the escaping moisture was warm and sticky to her touch. The twin ivory peaks of her swelling breasts pushed up level with her glance, their reddening nipples involuntarily erect and dancing before her eyes. With a moaning laugh of amused self-embarrassment she grabbed for the wrinkled sheet at the foot of the bed and pulled it up to her shoulders.
"Good Lord, what's the matter with me?" she wondered aloud.
The foolish sound of her own voice and the cool touch of the silken sheet calmed her stirring senses. She lay quietly and tried to analyze her fervent response to Bea's passionate love-making. The unsure girl made an effort to summon forth some degree of shame or guilt over her body's willing betrayal to another of her own sex. But none was forthcoming over what she was consciously aware of being an unnatural act. She couldn't deny the happiness the night had brought, or her sense of gratitude to the woman who had caused it.
It never occurred to Nancy that it was a simple, natural biological urge for a young, healthy body, so long denied and unloved, to respond to intense sexual stimulation-and return passion with passion, as a spring released from constant pressure. In between the time for living and the time for dying there is a right time and place for many things.
Bea came to the open doorway and took a few steps into the sun-drenched room. A shadow of longing overcast the look she directed to the still figure lying on the bed, its full, lovely lines as much revealed as concealed by the light clinging cover. Something in the young sleep-flushed face made her pause, and the words she might have spoken were left unsaid.
"Come on, sleepy head, breakfast will be served on the terrace in exactly five minutes," she called gaily, tossing a filmy robe on the bed, and then retracing her steps to the kitchen.
Neither of them had eaten since luncheon the previous day; any hunger for food had been subjugated by the hungers of the flesh. So they sat down to a meal carefully prepared to please the eye as well as the palate, and ate ravenously in companionable silence. Enjoying a third cup of coffee, Nancy lounged relaxed in a garishly striped deck chair. She purred with an almost audible feline satisfaction as she accepted a lighted cigarette from Bea's mouth, and breathed deeply of the fresh-salted ocean air.
"Oh, that was just heavenly!"
In fact, she felt she must be half-way to heaven on this high perch overlooking the sun-dappled sapphire water. The rhythm of the breaking waves was accompanied by the deep persistent boom of offshore oil wells at work, pierced intermittently by the cymbal of a ship's whistle.
"And make a new life for yourself, love," Bea's discourse reached Nancy's ears in disconnected snatches over the rolling noise of the Pacific. "It must be some natural law that the wrong people marry the wrong people. Besides, no crude male, and that's what they all really are, dear, can understand the tender soul of a woman."
Her knowing fingers were softly stroking Nancy's flaccid arm as she continued in an attempt of self-justified persuasion, "After all, the primary compulsion that draws a man and a woman together is basically their curiosity about the genitals of the opposite sex, so...."
The scarcely heeded flow of words was left dangling in the sun-specked air as Nancy sprang to her feet with a startled exclamation.
"Oh, migosh...What time is it? I've got an appointment with Carl's lawyer at eleven thirty!"
"Today...so soon? Do you think you really should....?"
"Bea, I want to get everything settled just as quickly as I possibly can, I've got to so I can start a new life. You've no idea...."
Her voice trailed off as she rushed to the shower. She bathed in solitary haste, and no thoughts of the love ritual which had been enacted so recently in the now sterile tile stall entered her mind. Bea was gathering the unmodish widow's garb together, and her wails of disgust that such a beautiful girl should have to appear again in public in those miserable clothes mingled with the sound of the rushing water. In the flurry of getting Nancy ready to leave she promised to retrieve her personal belongings from Carl's apartment, and-brushing the girl's protests aside-said that she would have them moved into a furnished suite available in the plush building she occupied.
"I won't listen to any arguments," she insisted, seeing Nancy into a cab. "You can at least stay here temporarily, until you decide what you want to do."
* * *
Donald Frazier gazed idly out the picture window of the ultra modern offices of Frazier, Frazier, Frazier and Stone. His name was the third in that impressive roster, though in actuality he was the only Frazier still taking part in the long established, reputable law firm. The first two estimable names had belonged to his grandfather and father before him; the first long deceased and the second killed in an accident less than a year ago. Their contribution to the firm remained inviolate in discreet gold leaf on the main door and on the heavily embossed letterheads.
The last of the Fraziers was in his early thirties, and even in the conservative, well-tailored business suit which casually draped the tall, rangy figure, he looked more like a halfback with the Los Angeles Rams than a member of such a staid profession as the law. His barber fought a losing battle to constrain Don's springy black curls in a dignified manner. As usual, an unruly lock shadowed the lean, tanned face, by no means handsome in the usual sense-but considered to be ruggedly beautiful by a great many women who pursued him. For no amount of barbering or Brooks Brother's tender care could suppress the animal magnetism that exuded from the dark, irregular features and the big muscular frame.
He was now pacing in agitation between the window and the long mahogany desk. The expected client was fifteen minutes late, and he frowned in irritation at the delay for he had a luncheon date with a charming model.
The attractive appearance of the smartly turned-out receptionist who ushered her into this lion's den suddenly made Nancy acutely aware of the sorry picture her hasty toilette and tired, rain-spotted dress must present to the scowling giant before her. As he leaned over to take her hand she had the startling impression of a wild animal crouched to spring. Inwardly cringing, she felt a shock of pleasurable relief as her trembling fingers were enveloped in the strong, warm clasp of the beast's paw.
"Good morning, Mrs. Martin. I'm sorry I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you sooner, and I realize that I'm intruding at a sad time for you."
He proceeded to offer the perfunctory condolences, and Nancy found her wayward hand abruptly out of danger.
"You stupid idiot," she chided herself for her silly imagine, and an unreasonable sharp pain of loss that lingered in her fingers. Struggling to compose her mixed feelings, she sank gratefully into the offered chair. She felt the spread of an unbecoming flush of embarrassment mottling her face.
Oh, Christ, Don was thinking, am I going to have a weeping widow on my hands? And one looking like a bedraggled little alley cat, at that. He had inherited Carl Martin as a client following the recent death of his father. Their business contact had been brief, and he'd catalogued the man as a suave sophisticate. The very 'unusual' request regarding the disposal of his estate had somewhat altered Don's first opinion. He now wondered if this young, unseemly girl seated across from him had any inkling of the true nature of the man she had married. She looked not un-like a timid novitiate awaiting chastisement from her Mother Superior. He groped for the right words to use. Hell, he decided, there are bisexual men, she probably won't even recognize the nuances of the situation, and he plunged on as best he could.
"Mrs. Martin, though the formal reading of your husband's will is not until Friday, it was his wish that we set your mind at rest immediately, therefore....."
Nancy sat listening in stunned silence to the lawyer's faltering explanation, larded with rather confusing legal terminology. However, the gist of Carl's 'wish' was exceedingly simple. His wife was to be summoned to the attorney's office to be informed of the amount of her inheritance, and all of the legalities and ramifications therein entailed. A last will and testament was to be read two days later, the interested beneficiaries of which were to be present at the reading.
Contrary to Don Frazier's evaluation of her comprehension, Nancy realized perfectly who would be present at that reading. And a flash of insight told her that the odd arrangement had been made not to protect her sensibilities, but those of the other 'heirs'-Carl's male companions of whom she'd caught an infrequent glimpse, always handsome-usually very young. Shame flooded through her, and a surge of anger at the look of disinterested pity in the attorney's eyes. Who was he to feel sorry for her? Just because he was all live masculinity....! She managed to excuse herself and fairly flew out of the office. She'd show him!
It wasn't until she was going down in the elevator that the full import of Carl's bequest struck her. She was a rich woman! Free to go where she pleased...do what she pleased...to prove to that condescending man up stairs....! Out on the sidewalk, caught in the eddy of noontime traffic, her resolve almost faltered. A few doors away she noticed the elaborate white and gilt facade of a famous beauty and health salon. Stiffening her spine she marched into the sweetly scented women's world.
"I'd like to have as complete a beauty treatment as can be given between now and when you close," she crisply informed the startled girl behind the desk.
Something performed a small miracle in this sanctuary of carefully recorded, and kept, appointments. Perhaps it was the large diamond glittering on Nancy's finger; or the obviously expensive quality of her clothing, despite its lack of style; or maybe the girl recognized the desperation in the sea-green eyes. Whatever it was, Nancy found herself literally taken in hand, for she was led to a small, private sauna room, impersonally disrobed, and left relaxing mindlessly in the soothing heat before she knew what was happening. She must have dozed, for she next felt strong hands lifting her up and half carrying her to another small room. A long, high table occupied most of the area, allowing just enough space for the tall husky masseuse to circle it as she effortlessly placed Nancy's body on the flat surface.
The walls were covered with an unglazed, soft pink tile, and stretched over the table was a deeper hued, velvety velour-like pile They cast a rosy glow over Nancy's already steam-flushed curves as the woman removed the towel. She paused to cast an appraising eye over the fresh young girl. Women whose sagging muscles were in need of care comprised the bulk of her clientele, so she looked with avid admiration at the pink, firm torso.
"My name is Martha, madame. Please let me know if I hurt you or if my hands should be too rough."
These were the first words she had spoken, and they were to be the last in the session that followed. Nancy was lying flat on her stomach, luxuriating in the soft velvet under her bare skin, when Martha began kneading the flesh at her neck and shoulders with strong and expert fingers. She worked her way down the spine gradually. When she reached the base of it, she skipped down to the ankles and moved slowly up the backs of the long slender legs. The curve of muscle lightly flexed and relaxed in response to Martha's touch. Nancy had reached a stage of tingling contentment when Martha finally reached the downy, well-defined crease separating the legs from the curve of buttock. Her fingers probed the crease tenderly but firmly, and a pleased sigh escaped from Nancy's lips and she wiggled her hips. She felt a spreading warmth flow through her thighs, heating the moisture of her crotch, and she lay relaxed in sensuous pleasure.
Then Martha began to mold the high, plump derriere and the soft hips. Feeling the surge of desire as they pushed to meet her fingers she caressingly rotated the flesh, and as the agitated ass-cheeks revolved more rapidly under her touch, she gently but strongly delved into the cleft. She spread the cheeks and stroked the tight, quivering anus, watching the rubbery-fleshed ring turn a rosy-red as it pulsed and expanded under the teasing fingers.
With a low moan Nancy rolled over on her back, a look of beseeching torment on her lovely face. The translucent flesh of her round breasts reflected the rosy hue of the room as they pointed tautly to the ceiling, and the quiver of the tapered scarlet tips took Martha's breath away as she bent to resume her ministrations. Her own pendulous breasts swung loosely under the white uniform which was the only garment she wore.
A red mist of passion filmed the half-closed eyes fixed on the dark head and sallow face lusting over her, transforming them. Nancy saw not the face of a lascivious woman, but the dark image of Donald Frazier, the eyes no longer coldly impersonal but hotly alive, the pupils dilated with desire; and the hungry mouth breathing fury into her aroused fever. Her eyes closed to escape the blinding heat.
Martha worked her way down from the shoulders to the jutting breasts quickly, until they were nestling in the capable palms of her hands. Her fingers trailed a dancing circle around the spreading muted-cherry rosettes, and teased at the long erect points. The middle finger of one hand investigated the deep valley separating them, and the length of it moved in an insinuating rhythm, causing Nancy's arms to press tightly against her sides to force her breasts closed over the caressing finger between them. Then Martha laid her hands lightly over the pulsing cones and stroked the tips gently until she felt them grow moist and burning.
Her hands moved downward to the flat belly and massaged it slowly then traveled to the straining mound beneath it. Her fingers finally reached their target, the tips becoming slippery with the warm dew of passion waiting there. They caught the tiny polyp of flesh that throbbed in the softly clenching cunt and stroked it with a metronome motion.
Nancy moaned aloud. Her body grew suddenly rigid and arched up from the table like a bowstring as Martha's fingers plunged deep into the throbbing vaginal passage. Then the pungent juices poured from within, as spasm after spasm racked her body and she cried aloud with joyous release. The tremors gradually lessened, and Martha wrapped the enervated body in a towel. Gently lifting the girl as a mother would a child she carried her to the shower.
The pelting spray of hot then cold water failed to cleanse away the deep feelings of shame and guilt consuming Nancy. They pointed an accusing finger to taint the comfort of the night shared with Bea. A growing seed of doubt that she wasn't even a normal woman began to plague her. An icy chill settled in the pit of her stomach...colder than the spray of punishing water. Had there been a couch of pity in Don Frazier's eyes, or merely a glancing blow of scorn?
The remainder of the afternoon and early evening drifted by like the rising haze of smoke from an autumnal fire. Nancy floated to and fro in the apex of a constantly moving spiral. Her long hair was pushed and pulled, washed and dried, curled and uncurled, heated and cooled, combed and cut-then the entire process was repeated-until her scalp felt disembodied. Her face, hands and feet underwent such creaming and patting and polishing and scenting as would put a Grecian urn to envy.
Throughout the lengthy ceremony she turned her thoughts away from herself...smoked countless cigarettes, leafed through endless magazines, and drank countless cups of coffee. She did remember to call Bea and tell her she would be late. By the time she had been groomed and pampered to near perfection, she was too weary, both mentally and physically, to appreciate the final results reflected in a floor length triple mirror.
The pale blonde hair was no longer pale, it gleamed with the shine of burnished gold as it rippled in loose, silky curls swinging on her shoulders. A soft brush of curl waved back to expose a high, smooth forehead, then changed its course to tease the long lashes of one shining eye. The amber brows winged outward with a faintly Oriental slant. Under them the long emerald eyes were brought to life with a gem-cut glitter by the silvery-shadowed lids. The generous mouth glistened with a light film of tea-rose lip rouge, and the same rosy tint flashed from the tips of her fingers and toes. An invisible foundation creamed the silky flesh of her body to an alabaster sheen. A terry robe tightly belted at the waist accented the high-breasted, full-hipped figure which clearly required no artificial aid from brassiere or girdle.
The sex symbol in the pier glass was a stranger to Nancy, and as she dressed once again in the black clothes she felt like a brazen unreal caricature of widowhood.
* * *
She settled back in the taxi, glad that night had fallen once again for she felt shielded by the dark. A large box at her side held the various creams and cosmetics necessary to maintain her glamorous mask, but in her present state of depression she wished she'd never seen them. If she hadn't entered that salon...but 'ifs' were the intangibles that never came true...and there was no way to erase what had happened. Although the afternoon couldn't void the glory of her feelings last night, it degraded it in view of her humiliating behavior in that pink tiled room. Why, she didn't even like that big, hulking woman! She huddled miserably in the seat, dreading to have to face Bea. The cab reached the apartment all too soon and she had no choice. Lighted windows in the high building shone like stationary fireflies, small beacons of welcome to the homeward bound. But not to Nancy-to her they seemed to meld into a giant Cyclops' eye, staring down in accusation.
Watching from the balcony, Bea saw the arrival of the cab. She recognized the small black figure alighting from it and was at the open door of the apartment as Nancy stepped from the elevator.
"Darling, you look absolutely divine! My God, but you're beautiful.....!" She threw her arms around the girl in delight, so filled with her own emotions that Nancy's cringe of withdrawal went unnoticed.
"But you must be utterly exausted. You feel cold, go sit by the fire and Bea will fix you a nice drink, and tell you the good news!"
As she busied herself at the bar Nancy learned that the apartment right under this had been rented for her. It was completely furnished, Bea had even made up the bed, and all of her belongings from Carl's place had been transferred to her new home! Wasn't that wonderful? Sick at heart, she took the proffered drink with trembling fingers. Bea had done so much for her, she wanted desperately not to hurt her. The strong highball seemed to give her renewed strength, and she rose resolutely to her feet, avoiding Bea's eyes.
"Bea, I know I'm going to seem like a terrible ingrate, but I'm so tired and I have a simply awful headache. I so appreciate all you have done for me...Would you mind very much if I go downstairs and get to bed? I'm sorry....."
The words came out in a rush. Bea started to take Nancy in her arms again, but she was an intuitive woman and her hand dropped back to her sides. She had been too busy prattling away to sense the change in Nancy's mood, but now she felt that somehow the girl of last night was gone. No matter the reason, she realized it wouldn't do to press the issue. So with assurances of understanding she accompanied Nancy downstairs, and stayed but briefly to bid her goodnight. A puzzled frown creased her brow, but with a shrug of her shoulders, she returned to her own apartment and called an old friend.
Finally alone, Nancy leaned weakly against the closed door and the tears came. Harsh sobs racked her body.
"Dear God...what am I going to do? What's wrong with me....?" she moaned. She flung herself on the divan and cried as though her heart would break.
Two hours later she awoke with a start and sat up staring wildly around the unfamiliar room. As she oriented herself to the strange surroundings, misgivings still tortured her but common sense returned. Her life had been spent in a vacuum of other people's wishes, but now she was on her own. Her mind returned to rational thought as she began putting her things away. Two years spent with a sick man, topped by her disturbing time today, formed a decision to seek professional help.
CHAPTER 5
Nancy was up early the next morning for she'd planned a full day. With the resilience of youth the deep depression of the night had disappeared, and the determination to solve her problems eased her mind. The rumbling pound of surf rolled with the soothing, monotonous roar of a distant drum. The coastal fog had crept back with the dawn and layered tentative, wispy fingers into the opened windows of the room. They carried with them a faint, delicately-moist aroma of fresh fish which Nancy found delightful. In the light of a new day she took pleasure in the brighter gold of her shining hair, as she applied touches of becoming make-up to her face with unaccustomed fingers. Dressed in the least drab outfit she managed to find in her wardrobe, she ventured out with renewed anticipation.
Totally inexperience in such matters, she'd had no idea where to turn for the help she sought. So she had naively opened the phone book to the yellow pages, and chosen a psychiatrist by the simple method of closing her eyes and pointing her finger. Dr. Lucius Seaman was thus providentially appointed as the answer to her questions. Were it not for the lucky selection of that blind fingertip, Nancy might easily have become one of the many unfortunate, neurotic women who spend years of frustration on the psychiatrist's couch seeking an answer to their problems. Some of whom never find it.
She gave the taxi driver the doctor's address, (thinking she would have to buy a car of her own) directing him to stop on the way at an exclusive dress shop. The plain, navy suit she wore, though too long, was passable and the soft cashmere had a tendency to cling to her full well rounded curves. She purchased a sweater, far more clinging, of a vibrant greenish-blue, that imparted the color of the mysterious depths of the sea to her eyes. It did much to lend her an appearance of confidence which she was far from feeling as she proceeded to the doctor's office. It also allowed the fine, high breasts to swing freely, firm nipples faintly lined against the soft material, for the constricting bra had been left behind.
The golden-blonde young woman who entered the offices of Dr. Lucius Seaman today bore slight resemblance to the pale figure in dull black entering an attorney's office the day before.
Nancy realized that an appointment was necessary for this type of visit, but rather than use the telephone for this, she hoped a personal call would expedite the waiting. She stood discussing the urgency of her wishes with the receptionist, in this instance an older, rather dowdy woman. (The doctor had no intention of placing some pert young chick at the front desk to either discourage or depress his wealthy, female patients.) An extremely attractive man, obviously prematurely gray, flashed a bright, blue-eyed smile in her direction as he strode past them to an inner office. She was listening in dismay to the woman's patient explanation why it was quite impossible for the doctor to see her for at least three weeks, when their conversation was interrupted by the buzz of the intercom. The receptionist listened passively to the monologue coming from the other end for several seconds.
"Yes, Dr. Seaman....I understand," she replied rather brusquely. "I'll attend to the matter."
"Mrs. Martin, you're indeed very fortunate. Doctor has just had an unexpected last minute cancellation. If you will step in here, he'll be with you shortly."
Nancy could scarcely believe her good luck as she was shown into a truly lovely room. It was a page taken from a fashionable home magazine, with its huge velvet sofa, several easy chairs, and matching lustrous pecan commodes and tables. One entire wall was hung with gauzy draperies which filtered in the morning sunlight. Her feet felt ankle-deep in the leaf green carpet, and she stood admiring the pictures lining the paneled walls-Picasso, Renoir, Velasquez, Seurat, Dali-a catholic collection, so exquisite she thought they looked genuine. (They were.) Book filled shelves covered a large area, other than that there was no vestige of office or professional equipment. Nancy was so enchanted with the room that she failed to hear the opening of a door behind her.
Lucius Seaman quietly closed the door and caught his breath at the fiery gold, sun-haloed blaze of the shining head before him. Unless his keen scent for young ripe cunt had deceived him, he hoped the next hour would be as fruitful as the promise of those big tits he had glimpsed as he passed through the front office. Old Gracie hadn't been too happy at having to arrange that last minute 'cancellation' with one of his regular cases, but what the hell...it wasn't often he had a chance at young quail like this one. About the only psychological problem they ever had was which man to fuck next. He coughed lightly and Nancy spun around to face him.
"I'm Dr. Seaman...It's Mrs. Martin, isn't it?" Divorcee? he wondered.
"Dr. Seaman, I'm so thankful you could find time to see me now!" The green eyes glinted with tears of relief as Nancy placed a nervous hand in his.
Baby, he thought, I could find time to see you any time at all. He helped her remove her jacket, for the room was purposely warm, and in doing so brushed one breast lightly with his hand. Jesus, they were for real! The feel of the hard nipple left his palm tingling.
"There is no need for you to be nervous, my dear. Just remember that I'm here to help you. Let me pour you a glass of wine, it will relax you."
He slid open a section of paneled wall to reveal a well-stocked bar, and chose a vintage mulled especially for him with added aphrodisiac propensities. This was no reflection on his opinion of his capabilities, but after all he had only an hour to reach his target and complete his mission. Then too it was only fair that the girl involved received her full share of the fun, so he didn't feel he was cheating.
Nancy sipped the wine and found it was delicious, quickly sending a tingle of strange warmth to her tummy, as the doctor started to question her.
"Now, Mrs. Martin, does your husband approve of your coming here?" Not very subtle, but they rarely noticed this.
"I'm not married doctor...that is, I'm a widow," Nancy explained, and disposed of her marriage with a few words; that wasn't her problem any more so she saw no reason to expose that shameful period of her life to him. It certainly was hot in here!
"I am sorry that you lost your husband....." Sorry, shit, husbands could prove to be a great inconvenience at times.
"It isn't because of that I came to you," she slurred slightly from the effects of the dropped wine, and then heard the whole shameful story pouring from her own lips with an ease that astonished her.
In the telling she seemed to be strangely feeling the whole experience over again, and she felt excitement rising in her with every word. Her breasts began to ache and swell, every nerve end tingling so that she could barely stand the brush of the soft sweater against them. Looking down she saw the long firm nipples straining out in sharp outline, tiny twin fingers pointing directly at the doctor. Thank God he seemed to be staring out in space! She continued to talk of Bea and Martha, scarcely aware of what she was saying now, for her whole body felt like a giant firecracker, burning on a short fuse. The heat rushed through her with the rapidity of a brush fire out of control. The eye of the whirlwind of fire singed the tips of her breasts, and the nipples were burning holes through the sweater. It leaped to the pit of her belly and set her womb ablaze, then it came to rest in the throbbing heart of her being, that fevered mound between her legs. There the burning was almost unbearable, and she could feel the wetness coming from her cunt, but she knew there wouldn't be enough to douse that furious blaze! Her buttocks ground wildly into the chair to escape the holocaust, and her bare hands were pulling up her skirt to dig out the roots of the fire when suddenly the high, shrill pitch of her own voice penetrated the billowing, sulfurous smoke.
"And I liked it...oh...I loved it...loved it...when they were doing it to me....! I know it was wrong...but it was wonderful....!"
Now that she had finally gotten all of the words out, the fire in her half-conscious body had settled to a steady flame. Dr. Seaman was holding her in his arms, and she could feel the pressure of his stiff prick hard against her.
Listening to her vivid description of the love making with the two other women, and watching her in the throes of remembered passion, he had sat across from her feeling his own desire grow. Desire? Hell, he'd felt his cock grow, and grow, and grow...until he thought it was going to burst the crotch of his pants. So he'd put his hand down under his shorts and eased the fucking thing out. As it lay hot and heavy on his thigh he knew that it was ready, so he took it to the girl and snuggled it against the heat of her body.
Her fevered form collapsed upon him, and her passion agitated his mounting excitement. His broad chest cushioned the big firm breasts, and the hard-on of the erect, tiny penis-nipples bored his chest, trying to pierce the silken shirt into the pectoral muscles. The heat of her soft round belly burned into the heavy-hanging cock, and he could feel the blood pounding into it under her heaving stomach.
"Oh, hold me...love me...., " she pleaded, and with savage fingers she gripped his head and pulled it down to hers. "Kiss me...quick!"
His lips ground fiercely on her open mouth, and he felt the sweet, warm taste of blood under the sharp nibble of her teeth. Her eager tongue thirsted for his and moved deeply in his mouth, laving the roof and sliding wildly back and forth, in and out.
"Don't bite! You little bitch!" he growled, and the vampire mouth sucked the warm blood away.
Her rounding belly pressed hard against him, the muscles rotating slowly, sensually, then quickening until he could feel his balls churning with desire in their bag. Her hot pelvic mound drove against him, and she raised up on her toes almost hanging herself from his neck. The rubbing, rutting cunt fist hunted desperately to reach the rigid cock-shaft indented hotly in her belly. He grasped her round buttocks in his hands, and kneaded the bouncing cheeks and lifted her body until her feet nearly left the floor.
He separated her legs with a brutal thrust of his knee, bunching the material of her skirt around her hips, and she straddled the slope of his thigh with clutching legs and hips. She rocked on him with a fury of lust she couldn't control, and bounced wildly up and down. Her nails were digging desperately into his shoulders as she clung to him. Held in the vise-like grip of her legs he felt the wet slap of her cunt attacking his thigh, the sticky vaginal fluid hotly permeating his trouser-leg.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it," he whispered obscenities in her ear, as his inflamed balls swung in rhythm with the flailing cunt, and his prick struggled furiously to escape to meet its demanding mouth.
Suddenly the doctor realized she had almost reached the peak of her endurance, and that he too, despite his well-earned pride in the staying power of his cocksmanship, was in danger of premature ejection in response to her love-play. It would be a damned shame to waste the abundance of his manly sperm down the channel of his pant's leg. Not to mention the fact that he intended to prove her womanhood to this lovely girl, and to their mutual benefit. So he picked her up and carried her rather awkwardly, the inflamed heavy bulge between his legs making it difficult to walk, through the inner door. Here lay the room of professional mien, though not a psychiatric setting. No long, low mind-soothing couch, but rather the standard black-cushioned, high, wide examination table of the medical doctor occupied a place of honor in the center of the sterile room.
He stripped the clothes from Nancy's body with expert hands, and placed her gently on the flat surface. His avid eyes gloated over the lush white curves, contracting from the shock of the cool leather on the fevered flesh, as he threw his own garments aside. He heard a strangled gasp when the long, thick penis was finally allowed its freedom and it sprang erectly in the air. The glans at the tip of the pulsing head was working its distended miniature mouth, gulping almost audibly to breathe in the fresh woman-scent within its reach. A glistening pearl of semen was rudely displaced by a throb of joy, and fell with the splash of a silent tear on the awed nipple-tip below.
Nancy stared in fascination at the pearl shimmering on the ruby bed, and her pointed tongue moistened the parched lips that thirsted for the suddenly tasty looking morsel. But it soon dissolved on a hot bed of coals. Her body began to writhe on the table, and her drug-glazed eyes traveled to the source of the warm, glistening drop and widened in lustful terror at the appalling size of the stiff rod of hardened flesh waving over her. All conception of the male genitals had been derived through her limited association with her husband, and that had been on a look, but do not touch, basis. The forbidden phallus had seemed huge to her uninitiated eye, but it was as the earth to the sun in comparison with this giant male organ.
"There now, don't be afraid," he urged and slid his hands under her shoulders, and raised her to sitting position. With a thrust of his hips he laid the long, throbbing staff on the pillow of her smooth white belly.
"But its so...so...big!" she cried.
"All the better to screw you with, darling," he grinned lewdly and he swung his balls against her hip with a resounding slap.
Eager fingers grabbed for the swinging sac and teased it with quick, hard little pinchings and pullings, then palmed it and squeezed it, gently rolling the hard round walnuts in the prickly, furry bag until he felt a sharp thrill stab through the length of his penis to the jumping blood-filled head.
"Easy...not so hard...take it easy...., " he moaned, and his hips began to rock in unison with the stroking fingers.
Nancy's fear was overcome by the flame of avid curiosity spurring her on, and her free hand was drawn to the tuft of pubic curls from which the monster sprung. Their coloring was not the silver of his hair, but the orangey-red of a hot sunrise. Her fingers twisted in the curling red wires, then moved down the long stem, etching the delicate tracery of red and blue veins, then circling the raised rubbery ring at the big red bud at the tip. Taking the length of it in her hand she gripped it hard, feeling it throb. Her hips arched upward, her hungry cunt straining to the throbbing cock, and she grabbed it tightly with both hands and tried to force it to the fulcrum of her body.
"I want it...ooooh...put it in me! I want it.. . " she wailed like a petulant child in maddened frustration.
"You'll get it...Don't worry, baby. Soon, now, soon." Wet and slippery with its own lubrication, he was able to slide it from her grasp, and with an agile move he hoisted his body to the table.
He straddled her with his legs and kneeled over her, hands on her breasts pushing her body prone on the table. Gently, he began squeezing the high white mounds, and Nancy could feel them rising and swelling to his touch. She moaned with sheer delight, rotating the heaving breasts in rhythm with the fondling hands. The motion grew faster, rougher and stronger. His fingers twanged relentlessly on the sensitive tips, and the long nipples hardened and stretched to stiff erection under the agitation of the sweet punishment. They ached with such ecstatic pain that she felt she couldn't stand it...yet she wanted it to go on and on.
"Ahhh...kiss them, please...kiss my titties...suck them...oooooh...Harder, harder...they love it...more...." The unfamiliar obscenities poured from her panting lips, and her blonde curls tossed wildly back and forth as he kissed and bit and sucked at the shaking nipples until they turned a dark red, almost purple, under the fierce attack.
His sperm-weighted balls imbedded themselves in her belly, while the thick ramrod cock slid in the hot wetness of its own juices up and down across her navel-the pressured heat of its desire burned to the womb-walls. His torturing mouth released her breasts, and the throbbing penis slithered into the deep cleft between the firm round cones. Its girth was so large that it spread her breasts as it thrust to and fro in the warm valley. Nancy clutched at his swaying testicles to guide him and stroked the hairy muscular path to his rectum. She wormed a searching finger into the tight, puckered flesh and heard him groan in pain as her nail scraped the tender puckered passage.
She lifted her whirling head and her passion glazed eyes fastened on the bulbous, blood-filled head of the jerking cock between the globes of her breasts. It shone like a huge blood-shot eye, with pupil-blob of semenal fluid oozing from the center.
"You want to suck it, honey? You want to lip-fuck it?" he asked.
"Yes, yesssss," she hissed, "Please...please, let me!"
She caressed the length of it with hot, slippery hands, sliding the skin slowly back and forth, then around and around, rubbing the flesh against the hard, sinewy core. It grew and expanded in its pod, and pulsed like a slow, throbbing heartbeat under the taut skin. Her palms tightened on the thick stem and began to jack it up and down slowly, then faster, and the red bud flushed a darker, angry crimson. She opened her lips and drew the blood-filled head into her hungry mouth, sucking softly on it. Her tongue ran avidly around the foreskin, then explored the tissue-skin head, and came to rest on the oozing glans-tip. As it savored the pungent, acrid fluid gathered there, the girl's drug-incensed, man-starved body went wild. An electric shock of erotic sensation streaked from her lusting mouth to her thrashing legs. All of the pent-up phallic desire so cruelly aroused, then denied, by her husband burst out of control.
Trying to swallow it, her mouth sucked desperately on that symbol of denial now in her mouth, and her teeth closed on it sharply.
"Oooooooh," he howled with a shrill of pain, "Not like that...Goddammit...you want me to cum off in your mouth....? Or are you trying to bite my fucking prick off?"
He slapped her face lightly to release the pain stimulated penis, and wriggled off the table.
"Ohhh...I...I'm...s-sorry...put it in me...now...fuck...me. FUCK ME!" She screamed, tossing and turning in demented agitation as on a bed of hot coals. Her body arched and her fingers tore at her stomach to rip out the burning pain.
"Jesus," he thought, "What ever gave this hot piece of ass the idea she might be Les? Even her poor bastard husband must have had his hands full."
His cock waved in the air and drooled over the luscious, writhing body as he dropped the leaf at the foot of the table, and slid out the foot-stirrups at the edge. With a firm clasp on her thrashing legs he placed her feet in the leg-spreading rings. He ran his hands up the flexing calf muscles, then in to the silky, vulnerable flesh of the soft inner thighs and stroked it lovingly. Nancy moaned, and pushed and arched her hips to meet the stroking fingers as they tangled lewdly in the golden pubic hair.
The soft curls were bronzed at the roots by the moisture of passion that dampened every pour in her burning flesh.
With his thumbs the doctor spread the pink nether lips of the dripping hair-lined cuntal slit, and the little cherry red clitoris popped into view. It stood erect and eager, a tiny bright beacon of invitation pulsing at the channel entrance of his eventual target. He flicked it lightly with his tongue, then buried his hot lips in the open cunt and sucked voraciously at the wet orifice as if to drain the moist flow of passion from her body.
His jealous cock was pounding in angry fury at the table's edge with such brutal force that it could no longer be suppressed from completing its mission. Raising his head he stood erect and pointed the long, thick cudgel at the inflamed, yawning cunt.
"Now...pussy.. . . NOW....!" He uttered a strangled cry from the depths of lustful desire.
The swollen, blood-pressured head paused for an instant's lubrication at the wildly sucking opening between her legs, then with one violent thrust the burning saber plunge to its hilt through the tightly constricted vaginal passage. His heavy balls slammed the table edge with a dull thud at the impact.
Nancy screamed in agony as the searing knife tore ruthlessly through the hymen barrier, and she reached out and gripped the edge of the table to keep from being engulfed by the horrible river of pain inundating her body. It flooded every nerve with the rage of a stormy, incoming tide and settled in the tortured vortex of sensation in her bursting womb. As she felt a withdrawing motion of the phallic pressure in her vagina a surge of tremendous desire overcame all other feeling and she began to move her hips back and forth with an easy, cantering gait. He took her buttocks in his hands and moved them faster and faster in an obscene circling motion. Her hips were swiveling and rotating wildly now and she arched them in abandoned fury to match the stroke of his mercilessly pummeling cock.
He rammed his cock deep into her with pounding strokes, and her body thrilled with a spiraling joy as waves of indescribable pleasure washed over and over her. He pumped at her cunt with long hard thrusts, pulling his cock out all the way to the tip until the cunt lips gripped it and hungrily sucked it back up into the greedy corridor of her wildly pumping belly.
Her cries of pain slowly merged into low moans of delight, and she had no control of her panting body as it rose and fell in unison with the reaming cock. Her pelvis drove against him, moving faster and faster against his hardness.
"Ooooh...I...I'm...I'm...cumm-mingggg!! !" Her mind was reeling and she jammed her pelvis up against him violently.
Sweet, soaring, spinning stabs of agony and ecstasy exploded with a blinding flash and her body convulsed with the ultimate pinnacle of sensual joy as his cock jerked and burst within her, and pelted her womb with semenal rain. She felt the stream of her own desire overflow and mingle with his, and course warmly down the length of him to glue collapsing cock and cunt together in final, fluttering spasms of dying satiation.
Dr. Lucius Seaman slowly withdrew his deflated, semen-glistening cock, and inspected the havoc it had wrought. The deep-gold of Nancy's pubic hair was flecked with scarlet, droplets of red merged with the white, jewel-like cum stringing from her still throbbing cunt-lips, and the wet leather beneath was red with blood. The pitch of her scream and the constricting resistance of the walls of her vagina had registered their protest in the recesses of his brain as he entered her, but the force of his desire had blotted it out. Not that it would have mattered, for he had enough genital strength for a hundred virgins. Virgin? He stared in disbelief. Hell, she said she had been married for two years!
"My dear girl, why did you lie to me by telling me you were a widow?" he asked.
"No...I didn't lie. I...I was married, but
Carl...my husband...really didn't...like women, so he never...."
The explanation came haltingly for she lay in such a state of half-drugged satisfaction and bodily release that it was difficult to think or move a muscle.
The doctor quickly cleansed himself at a basin against the wall, and donned his clothing. He wrote something on a slip of paper and tucked it in her handbag, then turned and covered her with a blanket.
"There is nothing wrong with you that a little more understanding of the opposite sex can't cure. There is a session in group therapy tomorrow which I'm sure will help you immensely. You'll find the time and place in your bag. Just lie there and rest for a while. There's a dressing room and shower through the alcove over there. Take this and you'll feel fine in a short time." He lifted her weightless body and popped a small heart-shaped green tablet in her mouth, and put a glass of water to her lips.
Nancy swallowed and drank as obediently as a little child. After he'd gone she lay inert and thoughtless for a few minutes, then suddenly she realized she felt wonderful. It was the feeling of awakening refreshed from a deep sleep that had been filled with pleasant dreams. Only the lingering sensual glow, the pale red of sticky moisture warm between her thighs, and a tremor of weakness in her legs gave mute testimony that more than a dream of desire was responsible for her euphoria. She showered and dressed with a burst of revitalized energy. It crossed her mind that she really had no personal interest in Dr. Seaman, or any desire to see him again. Undoubtedly, he would bill her for his services, and it struck her as rather hilarious that she would be paying hard cash for the loss of her virginity!
Impulsively, she scrawled 'Thank You!! ! ' across the mirror with her lipstick as she left the dressing room.
* * *
It wasn't until Nancy was getting ready for bed that night, that a horrible possibility occurred to her. What if she were pregnant? In the exciting interval with Dr. Seaman, the violence of sensuality had displaced all reason. Had he used a contraceptive? Her loins still thrilled with the memory of that hot sperm shooting into her, so of course he hadn't. She decided to postpone worry about that until that time came, if necessary. After all, she had enough money to take care of all those things now!
CHAPTER 6
The following day was the first of what Nancy Martin considered to be the beginning of her emancipation. All doubt concerning her sexual inclinations had vanished, and with the confidence of youthful inexperience she felt she had finally come into womanhood. She was right in one sense of the word, at least, and it lent a new buoyancy to her personality. Gone was the diffident, timid daughter, wife and widow.
Wrapped in her robe, she stood on the balcony of her apartment and viewed the mist-enshrouded city of early morning. Only a few many-storied buildings managed to break through the haze, shining stalagmites suspended in mid-air as they reflected the rays of the rising sun. She shivered with delight as she turned back into the large, attractive room. After eating a sketchy breakfast, she dressed in anything that came to hand and she delighted in the effect of the new cosmetics, subtly applied, and paused to admire the sheen and style of her hair in the hall mirror as she left the apartment.
She was on her way to clothe the new woman in a new package. Yesterday she had dreaded facing Bea Wilson again, but she felt only a friendly warmth towards the older woman as she encountered her in the elevator.
"Good morning, Nancy." The greeting was tentative. "I've missed you, is everything alright?"
"Oh, Bea, it couldn't be lovelier! And I still can't thank you enough....."
She was happy to accept a lift to Magnin's in Beverly Hills, and made idle conversation...clothes, the weather, the traffic...carefully avoiding personal topics, on the way. Nancy needn't have feared that Bea would make any demands upon their relationship. Though she had gone in the opposite direction from her own destination to ascertain the girls feelings toward her, Bea was an opportunist. She was quick to sense the new confidence in Nancy, and relinquished any expectations of recovering her as a lover. Dropping her off at the store, she exchanged a pleasant good-by.
For the first time in her life Nancy went on a shopping spree in eager anticipation, with no one to mollify or please but herself. No, that wasn't entirely the truth. Donald Frazier's cool indifference continued to plague her, especially in contrast to the magnetic attraction she felt for him. She hadn't forgotten the promise she had made to herself to 'show him'. Though it seemed rather childish in retrospect, that surge of anger had indirectly led her to where she was now. So her new wardrobe was chosen with an eye to set off her fairness against his dark, rugged, good looks. Which wasn't difficult for she was heartily tired of the dull black, and muted grays and browns that had merely served as an excuse to cover her nakedness for so long.
A few soft pastels and light, airy, summer prints were included in her selection, but the primary colors were clear, vibrant greens, blues, purples, and even brilliant red. She leaned toward white for evening wear, to compliment the tan she intended to acquire with the aid of a sun lamp she bought. With her outstanding figure and disregard of price, Nancy was the saleswomen's dream. No items of apparel were overlooked-from the filmiest of underthings to an Autumn haze mink jacket, softer than the down of the now ever tingling pussy-fur between her legs. The mini-skirt and plunging neckline of the current mode had been designed with curves like Nancy's in view...which they certainly were in the new revealing couture. One daring creation by St. Laurent she wasn't sure she could even venture to wear, formal black evening pajamas with a see-through bodice. Though it did include a lavishly jeweled breast-plate to be worn by the more timid, under the transparent chiffon top!
Nancy lost all track of time in the flurry of choosing, fitting and measuring. It wasn't until she searched in her bag for the checkbook that she came across the psychiatrist's notation, and remembered the group therapy session he'd suggested she attend. She felt wonderfully normal, but with girlish vanity was eager to display the becoming lime green knit that caressed the lovely, unhampered lines of her body. It could be a chance to meet new friends, so she decided on whim to go and just see what it would be like.
Nancy was surprised when the cab drew up to the address she had been given, for it was an imposing private residence, and a row of cars lining the circular drive gave it a festive, party air. Distant chimes echoed her push on the bell, and the massive front door was opened by an attractive maid in a trim black uniform. Nancy entered a high ceilinged hall richly paneled in dark woods with an Oriental carpet in muted shades of crimson covering most of the parquet floor. Music, laughter, tinkling glassware-the unmistakable sounds of a party in progress-issued from somewhere in the rear of the house, and increased in intensity as Nancy followed the maid down a long, thickly carpeted corridor. She was ushered into an opulently furnished room of immense proportions, but she had no eyes to admire the decor. She stood stock still and stared at the assorted group assembled in various stages of lounging and standing around a brightly blazing hearth.
They were all stark naked!
Her first impulse was to turn and run, but the door behind her swung shut with a decisive click of the latch. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and a silly rhyme danced in her head.
And the dogs had kittens, and the kittens had pups-
And they all went around with their tails sticking up.....
For although a few of the male members sexual organs drooped in limp repose, the majority were waving erectly in the breeze. At her startled gasp they pointed their rosy heads in her direction, and she had the wild impression that they were nodding at her in an obscene gesture of greeting. She was on the verge of hysteria when someone thrust a tall glass in her hand, and she gulped the familiar fiery liquid gratefully, draining the glass. Choking and sputtering, she felt a tingling glow radiating from the pit of her stomach, warming her all over. A chorus of vocal greetings assailed her, along with several piercing wolf whistles.
"Hey, beautiful, you're late...shuck the threads!"
"And where has the doc been hiding this busty pussy?"
"Oooooh...come to mama, lovely child!"
The last voice was female. The tenseness seemed to dissolve in the muscles and nerves of Nancy's body, and she forced her gaze from the phallic-welcome. There roughly two dozen people in the group, with a predominance of males. (This was easy to discern at first glance.) She found their appearance strangely disappointing for most were of middle-age or older, either too thin or too fat. One of the most elderly was excessively tall and scrawny, his flesh the pale greenish-white of a bug she had once found when she turned over a rock. Under a shock of white hair his face had the gray look of a cadaver, and every bone in his emaciated body seemed visible under the taut, almost translucent skin. The only remaining vestige of virility was the penis angled sharply up from between the pipe-stem legs. As her eyes wandered to the straight, visibly quivering staff, she felt a quickening in her loins, for it was in acute contrast to skinny body. It was of tremendous length and breadth, round and hard, the bulbous head red and shining with a youthful gleam. It had imbued the hair from which it sprang, and the fuzz on the loaded balls, with its vigor. They were a deep, lively black.
As she watched this amazing phenomena, a young red head perched on the arm of a chair next to the man took the erect cock in her hand, and began to fondle it. Nancy felt a hot moisture between her legs, and looked away with the guilt of a peeping Tom. She found a fresh drink in her hand and drank that as quickly as the first, for her mouth had gone dry with lust.
"Hey, not so fast with that stuff or you'll miss the party!" A strange voice admonished her. "You better get comfortable...you're standing out like a sore thumb in this crowd."
A 'sore thumb' in my beautiful new outfit? She giggled at the thought. It was too warm, anyway, with the blaze in the fireplace, so she allowed the man who had spoken to her to help her off with her clothes. The lace panties pulled away from her cunt with a slight moist sucking noise. It occurred to Nancy that she should feel some embarrassment at being undressed by a strange man, but she had never felt so delightfully, floatingly removed. She felt like a spore, ecstatically suspended in space, at one with the universe, all feeling, all knowing. The man's hand nestled fleetingly in the wet pubic hair, and the touch seemed to open canyons of sweet, deep sensuality. The mound of her pelvis strained impulsively to him, but as she looked shyly to the spot between his thighs, it surprised her to find no rising response! The penis almost hidden in a brush of soft brown curls, though not small, was hanging limply. Nancy felt so all-powerful, so seductive, that it puzzled her. He was by far the youngest and most attractive man in the room, and the only one who really appealed to her.
He put his arm around her, his fingers lightly probing the sensitive area in and around her navel, and propelled her now trembling body to a low couch at some distance from the others. She gave him her name and found out that his was Robert, Bob to his friends. Again a sense of the ridiculous merged with the passion building in her. Such belated formality as he was playing with the nipples of her breasts! She was propped against a mound of satin pillows, and the high white peaks danced before her eyes.
The stranger trailed his fingers gently around the widening pink rosettes, then pressed harder until the erect nipples stood out long and quivering, and she had the insane desire to force them up to her own drooling mouth.
"Kiss them...quick...suck my nipples. Ahhhhh...there...that feels...sooo...good...., " she moaned in exquisite pain at the almost brutal gnawing of his teeth on her burning breasts.
She felt his hand on her straining cunt, and his fingers kneaded the soft nether lips to a throbbing ache that racked her pelvis. Groping desparately to find his cock with her hands, she dislodged his punishing mouth from her breasts. With a quick motion he slipped his arm around her, and drew her body upright with his so they sat facing the room.
"Cool it a while, honey chile, and let's enjoy the show."
Nancy's painful passion subsided temporarily as her eyes slowly focused on the writhing tableau of nude bodies before them.
The music had risen to a throbbing, pounding, penetrating pitch, and the frenzied naked forms were undulating as though they were a physical extension of the rhythm. Four of the men were half-kneeling at the feet of the young red head who had earlier been stroking the young cock of the old man. Their distended cocks were all upright, straining eagerly to the lovely nymphet, droplets of semen dripping from the blood-pressured heads glistened in the glow from the firelight. The object of their supplication was moving in a slow sensuous dance. At first her body merely swayed to a slow beat, hips undulating, breasts rippling. Then her tempo quickened, her face grew flushed, her eyes glazed and drops of lascivious moisture gleamed on her open lips. Her long, pointed, slightly pendulous breasts were heaving in time with her excited breathing. The sharp nipples lengthened, and turned a dark scarlet that was almost black in the flickering light. They pulsated in a dance of their own, surrounded by spreading bronze circles.
Nancy felt an aching desire return to her own swelling breasts, and her hands moved up and strummed at the nipples to appease the pain.
The lusting red-haired dancer also put her hands on her breasts, and cupped and squeezed them...fingers pinching at the distended tips...until they bounced faster and faster in rhythm with the wild music. Her hands slid to her rounding stomach, kneading the muscles until her navel contracted and expanded in a pulsating invitation. She turned around and her hands continued down to her wriggling hips, caressing them, then moved around to the plump buttocks. Her fingers rotated them and as she leaned over, gripped the deep crease between the cheeks to spread them wide, revealing the tight pink orifice of her tiny puckered rectum.
The group at her feet groaned aloud in unison, their sweating bodies bouncing up and down as they rocked back and forth on their heels. Then each steadied his swinging balls in his hands, pushing them up to cushion the inflated penis, holding the surging genitals in ritual offering to their lewd goddess.
She turned back to face them, and her finger's moved to the soft red triangle of pubic hair nestled between her thighs, and her pelvis moved in thrusting undulation. Leaning her torso backward, she spread her legs slowly apart, farther and farther, until her moistly pink, hair-lined cuntal slit was clearly visible.
Nancy stared in avid fascination at the glistening line of soft, wet cunt flesh, desire burning in the fulcrum of her aroused senses. One hand wandered of its own volition to thigh of the man at her side, but met no response. The object it sought was securely out of reach, tucked away beneath Robert's tightly crossed legs. He appeared to be watching the lurid scene in almost bored apathy. Nancy grunted in frustration, and turned her attention back to the titillating gyrations of the dancing girl.
She was swaying and sliding gracefully to the floor, where her body came to rest in spread-eagled invitation. As though triggered by the crack of a pistol shot, the four men swarmed over it like a small army of hungry locusts.
One slid under her like a limbo dancer, and turned her over so she straddled him in a kneeling position-bent over so that the golden roundness of her smooth white buttocks protruded sensuously out in the air. It gyrated wildly as another approached from behind. His cock was long and thin, and wriggling like a serpent's tongue. He palmed her bottom with huge, hairy hands, exposing the pulsating ring of her anus, and bent his head and licked the open valley with one long swipe of his snake-like tongue. The hardened penis replaced his mouth at the rear entrance to her body, poised briefly over the tiny puckered hole, then plunged viciously to the hilt in the rubbery-fleshed ring.
The skewered girl let out a howl of agonized pleasure, and her buttocks twisted and turned to hold the pounding prick in her anal passage. Watching it glide in and out of the grunting girl's straining cavity, Nancy experienced a reciprocal expansion and contraction spreading painfully from her anus to the inner recesses of her bowels. She saw the captive red head's face contort with an almost inhuman passion; the bulging eyes were red with lust and every muscle throbbed with straining desire. Obscenities spewed from her drooling lips.
"Shit...piss...cock...fuck...cunt...screw...harder...faster!! !" The voice rose to screaming crescendo.
The lewd words changed abruptly to a throaty gurgle, as the cock of the third man plunged into the open mouth of the raving girl. It was somewhat shorter than the average penis, but it made up in breadth what it lacked in length, and filled her ovaled mouth almost to the bursting point. Her cheeks swelled like inflated pink balloons, as the thin skin stretched in taut transparency. The straining cords in her throat worked convulsively as she sucked like one dying of thirst at the round fist-hard rod pumping in and out of her mouth like a piston. It pumped in until the girl's nose was smothered in the coarse pubic hair, and the lewdly quivering flab of the obese, overhanging belly. Then it withdrew almost entirely, 'til her lips were pursed on only the very tip, and the blood-filled head pounded, a slippery, fiery red in the air.
Though Nancy's body was consumed by a fever of raging lust, her mind seemed displaced, and her vision had taken on a razor-edged clarity. The thin tracery of red and blue veins in the thick prick-trunk pulsated before her eyes, and the circling ridge that rimmed the purpling head raised in a blue-white glow. As the bulbous tip quivered on the brink of orgasm, a long string of thickish semen dribbled from the corner of the pouting lips and glistened on the red head's chin.
As she leaned on her hands, the girls arms were pressed closely against the sides of her heavy breasts, and the fourth cock was hard at work in that warm cushion between arm and bust. It buffeted the armpit wildly, then surged through the fleshy walls to rub its wet head on the swinging breast. Suddenly the whole group shifted, snapping and flapping like a broken reel. As it recomposed itself, Nancy realized the men had changed places, rotating as smoothly as the cogs of a well-oiled machine.
Musical chairs! Once again her mind engaged in prankish imagine, ignoring the increasingly obscene demands battering her own body. A piercing shriek turned her rapt attention from the instant reply, and she searched the scattered nude bodies to determine its source. Most of them had paired off, and were engaged in varying stages, and positions, of copulation. Her gaze passed over one solitary figure sprawled on the floor, then returned to it in startled recognition. It was the macabre young-old man of the seemingly rejuvenated genital force. His bony shoulders were propped against the foot of a divan on which two women were violently making love. His long, thin legs stretched at right angles straight out from the meager hips.
In the heat of passion that stirred her, Nancy lusted for a second look at the aging man's youthfully virile penis. Her dilating green eyes swept to the tantalizing junction between his wide-spread legs, and fixed on the spot with a horrified but hypnotic stare. His two hands were gripping the huge hardened instrument as if it were a baseball bat, one above the other, pulling the skin slowly back and forth, back and forth. The fingers of one hand moved down to pull the foreskin over the pulsing head, stroking it in the same backward and forward motion, and it inflated in size as it vanished then reappeared from the fleshy tunnel. Warm white rivulets of semen seeped sensuously from the tiny jerking glans-tip, and the covering and uncovering flap of skin sucked at the sticky fluid, laving it over the bulbous head in a smooth glistening film.
Nancy whimpered and squirmed her twisting buttocks hard against the cushion under there; her nails cutting hard into the quivering lips. Ohhhh...how she wanted to feel that lust-hardened cock between her legs; plunging through the moist hair-lined lips; pounding in her distended cunt; filling the aching walls of her vagina deeper and deeper, until the hard swelling knob deposited its sperm hotly against her cervix....!
The masturbating man slid flat on his back on the floor, his cock straining to the ceiling. His excited hands were moving faster and faster, up and down on the jerking, heaving pole. She could see his sperm-pressured balls churning in the swinging sac, the soft curly hair shining with sweat. Suddenly his hips rose convulsively in the air as his hands pounded at his cock with long, hard strokes. It jerked violently upward almost out of his grasping fingers, and the head erupted with the fury of a volcano. Streams of milky white sperm shot high into the air, and flowed back to cover his hands and the tall shaft that shuddered like a rocket in orbit. His drenched hands fell away, and the swaying cock continued to eject spasmodic seminal spurts until, finally depleted, it deflated slowly and sank limply down to the wet carpet.
Lusting over this genital display, Nancy could hold back no longer. One hand had been fiercely fingering her swollen breasts, kneading the desire hardened globes and stroking on the expanding nipples. Every nerve in her body tingled with the sensation of a thousand tiny, jabbing needles; crying for release from the demanding throes of desire. When the skeletal torso had slid from view, her wayward mind played a tantalizing trick on her inflamed senses. The straight phallic shaft, thrusting upward from the black bed of pubic hair, had mystically become an extension of Don Frazier-the subconscious object of her frustration. She lost all control over her aroused body.
At the sight of the ejaculating penis, the fingers at her breast kneaded and pulled with increased fury. The other hand pawed at the blaze raging out of control between her scorched thighs. One finger thrust into her hungrily grabbing cunt lips, but failed to satisfy the desperate demand streaking from the very depths of her womb; two more questing fingers pushed through the raw flesh to join it. They wriggled and thrust at the slippery vaginal walls, and flushes of passion washed through her like strong overlapping waves of the sea at low tide.
"Aaaah...Don...Don...oooh...you're...filling. . . meeee...fucking meeeee.....!" She sobbed and moaned, writhing in the isolated floods of a whirlpool of desire; lost in a forest of primeval lust.
The probing fingers continued to dig at the roots of her frustrated longing, then settled to a slow steady thrust. In and out, in and out-from the throbbing wet nether lips to the straining inner-womb fire. The hot tunnel gripped the caressing instruments of appeasement, urging them to faster motion, until the stroke quickened and pounded back and forth with driving fury. Her thumb found the erect shaft of her expanded clitoris, and flicked at the inflamed little penis-bud with an incessant maddening rhythm. Her body arched, bowstring-taut, at the peak of one long, plunging stroke, and the storm within mounted into a monstrous, towering tidal wave. It crashed like thunder-clapped lightening through every fiber of her being before it finally broke and scattered a myriad of icy wavelets splashing through her veins. Her storm-wracked body lay jerking convulsively for a long time as the furor slowly subsided to the calm gentle ripple of the out-going tide.
With the holocaust within quenched, Nancy's senses gradually returned to the lessening turmoil around her. The majority of the men and women had found surcease from the bedeviling demands of the flesh; each in his or her own way. The naked bodies sprawled in various postures of depleted abandon. The red-headed seductress lay spread-eagled on the carpet. Her golden form appeared almost lifeless in the flickering glow of dying firelight, if not for the mingling of many men's sperm as it still flowed slowly from the shriveled cunt lips. The wasted seed dripped to a murky pool between the girl's still legs, and scattered in death like the dull sparks of the dying fire.
The young-old man had become completely old again, or perhaps completely young, as he lay in a corner, curled in a fetus-like position.
As her eyes focused on the aftermath of passion, once more Nancy heard the scream that had startled her before. It was not as piercing, lower now, and in the quieting room she located its source quickly. A young girl, unnoticed by her in the earlier confusion, was slouched facing Nancy, in a low chair against the wall. She had a lazily sensual face: heavy lidded dark eyes, high cheek bones and delicate features flushed a bronze-gold. A shining fall of lustrous blue-black hair swept over her shoulders to touch the golden globes of her pink-nippled breasts. They were rising and falling with her screaming breath.
Nancy dreamily admired the exquisite form. As her eyes traveled downward they abruptly fixed on the heaving belly and widened in horrified amazement. The soft stomach was a patchwork of long, angry red welts from which blood was slowly oozing down to the girl's thighs. Nestled there, between her legs, was a large Siamese cat! His dark head was buried in the mass of black pubic curls, working in and out of the soft nest with rapid pecking motions. His dusky-tipped paws were flecked with the red blood they drew from the abdomen on which they were fiercely kneading.
The cat's long sleek form stretched full length on the chair, rear haunches tightly hunched to maintain his balance on the edge of the cushion, whip-like tail switching back and forth with frenzied lashing strokes. The amber fur on his sinewy back rippled in shining waves from the undulation of his excited purring. The Siamese was almost dislodged from his precarious perch as the girls body gave a violent lunge forward. Her hips rose and fell, jerking spasmodically, and her spine-tingling cries subsided to low moaning sobs.
The unnatural sight of the feline monster clinging to that bleeding form like a leech turned Nancy's stomach. She swallowed hard to keep from vomiting, and shook her head in an effort to banish the unbelievable duo of girl and cat from her mind. She had the horrifying sensation of being in an asylum run by the inmates. The man at her side had been watching Nancy's reaction to the unnerving scene with rather amused detachment.
"Calm down, child, nothings really all that earth-shattering." Bob's tone was matter-of-factly reassuring. "Beth is a very well-respected young business woman. That just happens to be her way to getting her kicks."
"But...but...that's absolutely terrible! Those awful scratches on her poor stomach....." Nancy shuddered.
"Don't worry, they'll heal. I've been attending these little performances once a month for over a year, now. Have to admit these people don't appear very impressive in their present state, but most of them are tops in their various lines of work. Well-heeled, too. They have to be to afford their daily hour in Lucius Seaman's office."
"An hour every day....!" Nancy interrupted in surprise, "But why on earth...?"
"You are a babe in the woods, aren't you?" He eyed her curiously, and began to wonder what she was doing there in the first place.
The same thought had just occurred to Nancy. What was the psychiatrist's purpose in exposing her to the personal aberrations of these total strangers?
She had no way of knowing that Dr. Seaman had obtained a fairly accurate notion of what her life with Carl had been. Perhaps his intention had been to increase Nancy's limited awareness of the emotional and sexual problems of behavior in others. Perhaps he'd felt she would find added release for her own frustrations in this oddly assorted group. Whatever motivated his reasoning, a certain measure of each had been accomplished.
"But are they ever really helped...cured? What I mean...so they are like normal people?" she persisted.
"Normal people? Good Lord....!" His tone brought a flush of embarrassment to Nancy's cheeks.
"Just what is 'normal'? Or abnormal, for that matter? How do any of us know where to draw the fine line to separate the two? What is good, and what is bad? That which is good for one, may be bad for another. My dear girl, life is by no means made up of simple black and white. There are so many shadings of gray in between that it's impossible to define where one leaves off and the other begins!"
"I'm sorry," Nancy said in confusion at the heated force of his admonition. "I didn't mean to judge...It's just that I've never been to anything like this before. Besides," she finished in an accusing rush, "You didn't seem to be getting much out of all this yourself!"
This forced a laugh from Bob. "You're right on that score, this time. Most of the bunch here today doesn't appeal to me, and I've seen this act too many times to get very worked up about it. And a little more privacy is more to my liking."
Nancy felt that she had been properly put down, and she couldn't help wondering just what did appeal to him. As they talked, the others had been gradually disappearing in the direction of the powder rooms off the hall. The two women who had been engaged in making love on the divan were now absorbed in smoothing some sort of ointment on the 'cat' girls lacerations. The sleek Siamese stretched in spineless repose at her feet, jade eyes surveying the proceedings with cool distain.
Boy located Nancy's clothes for her and she followed the other women. The conversation in the dressing room was so similar to that heard in any theater lounge during intermission that it gave her an eerie feeling. The only difference being that the 'acts' they discussed so casually were the acts of erotica. She dressed slowly and was the last to rejoin the group. What had recently transpired in the big salon was still so vivid in Nancy's mind that the present scene struck her as more incongruous than the initial shock of nudity.
The most decorous of leave-takings were being exchanged by a group of casual acquaintances. There were many polite handshakes, friendly shoulder-pats, butterfly cheek-kisses and social thank-yous. The titian-haired beauty was every inch the successful female executive in a trim, dark suit. The coterie of well-dressed males sedately bidding her goodbye were the type to be found having a cocktail in any exclusive club. The exquisite creature negligently tucking a Siamese cat under one arm looked like the prototype of a Vogue cover. Perhaps the most distinguished figure in the room was that of a tall, silver-haired aristocrat in an impeccably tailored suit. A more urbane, obviously affluent, assemblage would seem difficult to come by in any circumstances.
Once again Nancy had to suppress a hysterical desire to burst out laughing. You certainly could have fooled me, she thought. The old adage is true-clothes do make the man, and woman, too!
Robert insisted on driving her home, and proved that he could be a very witty and charming companion. When he invited her to have dinner with him the next evening, Nancy was delighted to accept. In addition to enjoying his company, she had the natural urge to satisfy her curiosity as to what he did consider having a good time!
CHAPTER 7
Nancy knew she looked well as she went to the door in answer to Bob's ring. The shimmering pale gold faille emphasized the satin whiteness of her arms and shoulders. She had stood before the mirror in her room a little uncertain about the dress; it was backless, strapless and darned near frontless! Her high, full breasts were exposed almost to the nipple tips, and even a faint flush of pink was visible there. The saleswoman who had sold it to her had said quizzically, "When you have something worth showing, Mrs. Martin, why not show it?" And Nancy had blushed and agreed.
She flushed now at the bold admiration in Bob's eyes as they swept the revealing d'colletage. His amused grin made her recall that he had seen all there was to see anyway, and she couldn't help but laugh with him at her belated show of modesty. Thus the evening was off to a good start in a mood of mutual humor. He refused her offer of a drink before leaving, saying they had better get started for the restaurant he'd chosen was some distance along the coast.
Nancy studied his profile as they began to leave the congested areas of the city behind. He was really a very good-looking man, with straight, even features under a rather prominent brow. Around forty, she guessed. Did she attract older men, or did they attract her? Hardly that, she realized she just didn't know any younger ones! Robert drove the low-slung sports car with a smooth competence along the winding coastal highway. The long irregular line of sandy beach gleamed like spun sugar in the bright moonlight.
In response to his skillful questioning and pleasant friendly manner, Nancy touched briefly on the subject of her marriage, but told him a great deal about the loneliness of her childhood. She learned that he had grown up in much the same situation. He'd been packed off to school when he was seventeen so he wouldn't interfere with the affair his mother was having with a twenty-two year old Italian. They'd been living abroad at the time, and she didn't want her young lover to find out she had a son almost as old as he was. So Bob had been sent back to the states and still received a handsome allowance to stay away from her. He'd dabbled in several endeavors: writing, selling, painting, even a short acting career.
"I wasn't very good at it," he said of the latter, "But what the hell, I don't have to work, so I manage to keep busy enjoying life."
"But not on a psychiatrist's couch, surely?" Nancy was tempted to ask. That's catty of me, she thought, and said instead, "But after all this time, now that your mother is older, doesn't she feel differently?"
"My mother is the queen of all whores," was his caustic reply.
Nancy was relieved when he changed the subject, for she'd been forming snap judgments again, and that remark was dangerously close to home. She enjoyed the rest of the drive engaged in less personal conversation, though the confidential exchange had established a sympathetic bond between them. She felt a strong, almost sisterly desire to help this strangely troubled man if she possibly could.
It was close to ten o'clock when they pulled up before a restaurant that seemed no different to Nancy than a half-dozen they'd passed on the road. But as the parking attendant helped her from the car, she noticed a discreetly lighted sign proclaiming 'Francine, the Feathered Enchantress'.
"They have extremely good food here, I think you'll enjoy your dinner." Then in answer to her unspoken question Bob added with a laugh, "And also a most unusual...er...fan dancer, I suppose best fits her talents."
"Fan dancer? I thought they went out with Sally Rand!"
"This one is a slightly different breed. More subtle, I think...you'll find out for yourself."
The place was well-filled; there was a small band playing music to which no one seemed to listen. Most of the women were in formal gowns and Nancy's gold and white elegant beauty was the target of several glances of envy.
"Ah, good evening, Mr. Jackson," the maitre d's greeting was cordially familiar as he showed them to a table, and dawned on Nancy that was the first time she'd heard her escort's last name!
He was an intelligent and well-read man and kept her entertained throughout a leisurely dinner that was as delicious as he had promised. After three sharply dry martinis preceding the meal, and several bottles of sparkling Lancer's accompanying it, Nancy savored an after-dinner liqueur in a warm, light-headed glow as the house lights suddenly dimmed. An amber spot picked out a figure that seemed to materialize from nowhere on the tiny dance floor.
In her pleasantly alcoholic haze Nancy's first startled impression was that a huge black bird of iridescent plumage had flown into the shaft of light. As the band went into a slow bolero beat, a girl's form took shape in the shimmering featured costume, and began a graceful undulation to the haunting rhythm.
She bent one leg at the knee and ran the smooth, well formed foot with a rubbing motion halfway up the inside of the other leg. A gleam of soft white inner thigh flashed briefly from the blue black shadows. She repeated the movement, sliding her foot higher each time and revolving her body, until one white, naked buttock rotated with a white light as she bent forward. Erect once more, she turned back and her shoulders picked up the still slow bolero. Stretching an arm above her head, the feathery covering peeled away from one breast, exposing a long, brilliantly red nipple. It thrust out from an aureole of fluorescent silvery-green, glowing with an eerie light on a brightly gilded breast. The golden globe rotated with a will of its own for a moment, then she lowered that arm and raised the other to display its identical twin. The rhythm of the music quickened as the winged-arms rose and fell in rapid motion, and the phosphorescent breasts played an intriguing game of peek-a-boo in the rippling feathers.
The movements of the whirling bird were in unison with the increasing pound of the bolero, various portions of the girls glittering anatomy writhing in and out of view. Nancy felt herself grow dizzy as she watched the wildly oscillating figure, so she looked away to clear her head. Her eyes grew accustomed to the dim illumination and focused on a party seated a few table away. It was made up of three couples, and her glance traveled from one to the other in idle curiosity, then remained fixed on one face whose eyes held hers in startled recognition. The distance was too great for her to make out the expression on his rugged features, but it was undoubtedly her attorney, Donald Frazier! She managed to return his casual nod of greeting. With wildly beating heart she tore her eyes away in time to catch the finale of the frenetic bird dance on stage.
The music had reached a thunderous crescendo and the feathered body was tautly arching in a deep back-bend. The luminous breasts swung in wild inverted freedom from their feathered perch as the dancer's arms angled slowly backwards 'til her taloned fingertips touched the floor; dark plumes gently parted at the peak of her up-thrust hips and the gilded fulcrum of her body sprang from its horizon of black down with the fiery brilliance of a rising sun. The final crash of the bolero reverberated though the room, and the pale crimson nether-lips throbbed moistly in the clean-shaven golden mound as the spotlight rapidly faded to darkness.
A rush of expelled breath was clearly audible before a roar of applause rang out. Nancy had been gaping like a school girl at the erotic artistry of the performance when the house lights rose abruptly. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a swift glimpse of Don Frazier looking in her direction and she lowered her head in blushing confusion. What a spot to encounter the one man on whom she wished to make a favorable impression! She knew her face was flushed from the wine as well as embarrassment.
Don went out of his way to pass their table as his group got up to leave. He waved the others ahead and drew one man aside with him.
"Mrs. Martin how delightful to see you again. Did you enjoy the show?"
In the flurry of introductions she avoided answering his pointed question. The twinge of anger it aroused enabled her to regain some semblance of composure, for he certainly appeared to be enjoying the show himself! Don introduced the man with him as Harold Stone, his partner in the law firm. He was slightly above medium height, slender, yet compactly built, with broad powerful shoulders. His brown hair was sprinkled with a touch of gray at the temples. He was a healthily tanned, virile looking man, the type who was good-looking and appealing to women, athletic and companionable to men. His approval of Nancy was obvious as his eyes filtered the clothes from her body. She couldn't help but feel warmly flattered by the complimentary attention he paid to her in their brief exchange of pleasantries.
As they left to catch up with the rest of the party Don Frazier's parting shot was, "Any time I'm not available, Hal here will be only to happy to take care of you, Mrs. Martin."
"You're damn right I will!" he replied to Don's remark as they moved out of earshot. "You must be losing your grip, son. If that's the poor little mousy widow you were telling me about, I'll take all I can get of the same!"
"Don't let the imagine trim fool you Hal, she's really a shy kid trying to put on a big front." He had to laugh at his partner's quick retort.
"Those big boobs were for real man, they weren't any put-on job!"
Nancy's heart slowed to its normal beat as Don left the room. For a moment there, she'd been afraid that the objects of that unheard discussion were going to overflow the low bodice in agitation. Her consternation hadn't escaped her escort's notice and he suggested a nightcap at the bar.
The nightcap turned into six or seven. Somewhere along the line Nancy lost count as she tried to drown Don Frazier's image from her mind. The drinks and Bob's further reminiscing over his doleful adolescence did a good job of it, for by the time he helped her to the car Nancy was brimming over with affectionate sympathy for this lonely misunderstood man. She floated rather than rode as he drove back down the coastline with one arm around her, and made no objection when a gentle tug of his fingers freed her breasts to the cool night air.
"Oooh, Bobby, that feels wonderful," she crooned as the long nipples thrust to meet the caressing breeze and his stroking fingertips.
She relaxed half dozing in sensual delight until the car finally glided to halt in the rear of Bob's house. Still in a pleasant daze she got out of the car and the white globes bounced tantalizingly in the moonlight.
"Whoops, hadn't you better tuck these away?" she giggled as he led her to the patio door.
"Don't worry there isn't a neighbor within a block from here, honey."
He led the slightly staggering girl into a long room, the contents of which made her frown in puzzled wonder as her eyes blinked in the sudden glare of light. "What on earth?"
"Its just my little collection, sort of a hobby you might say," he said as he walked to a bar along one wall.
It wasn't the type of bar usually found in the low rambling, glass and chromium modern buildings like this house. A long high mahogany bar towered behind it; ornate with intricately carved woods, massive gold-leaf encrusted mirrors, and a central painting of a voluptuous Rubenesque nude. Victorian sofas, round deal tables and red plush-covered chairs were scattered about the room. Crystal dropped, ruby glass shaded the fixtures diffusing the light to a rosy glow.
Nancy thought she'd stepped back in time to the old Barbary Coast and peered around for the red velvet swing. She wasn't surprised when she found it, though it was enlarged to the size of a bed and hung suspended from the ceiling by four heavy chains of brass.
Bob chuckled as he put a drink in her hand.
"Well, what do you think of it?"
But it wasn't the unusual furnishings that caught and held Nancy's befuddled attention. The odd collection festooning three walls of the windowless room fasinated her. There were a few costumes of the old west, fringed buckskin vest, fur-lined chaps, caps, mittens and so forth. Most of two-walls, however, were covered with articles of a violent or torturous nature. Old rifles and carbines, derringers and shotguns, bowie knives and stilettos, bullwhips and cat-o-nine tails, rusted chains and lengths of fraying rope looped in the knots of a hangman's noose. The third wall literally bristled with spurs which shone in metalic hues from a pale white gold to a deep, bronzed pewter. They varied in type from the horseman's standard equipment to the game cock's vicious impellent. Some of the former were exquisitely crafted and set with semi-precious stones.
In her present haze of sublime well-being the peculiar collection struck Nancy as being delightful rather than bizarre. Undoubtedly Sacher-Masoch would have found it a joy to behold. She finished her drink and took one heavily jeweled pair of spurs from its hook on the wall. Aquamarines almost as green in color as Nancy's eyes flashed from the dull gleam of silver.
"Oh, these are beautiful!" she exclaimed and turned to face Bob with a gay laugh. Her unsteady fingers were trying unsuccessfully to attach the vicious baubles on the jutting globes of her breasts. One sharp point grazed the tender skin of her rib cage, and a bright drop glowed like a ruby on the white skin. Nancy scarcely felt the tiny prick but Bob cried out as if it were a mortal wound.
"No, no, not you! You mustn't...poor baby! Give those to me and you can wear 'em where they belong."
"All right, you can play the horsy!" And she kicked off her shoes, lifted one foot high in the air, and lost her unsteady balance.
She collapsed on the floor and rolled on the carpet in a fit of hilarious merriment. He picked her up and carried her to the suspended bed; his face buried in the valley of her breasts. Nancy's laughter died to a mewling sigh as his tongue licked hotly at the minute puncture caused by the spur, and its wet suction set her belly tingling. He laid her on the bed and she automatically rolled on her side so he could reach the zipper at the back of her gown. One full, pink-tipped breast fell heavily atop its mate with a small plopping sound. Her firm hips wriggled free of panties and dress as he drew them down and all the way off. His mouth planted a moist kiss on the high rounding curve of hip. She flipped quickly on her back, transferring his open lips to the now throbbing hair-lined cunt slit.
Bob stood up and looked with smoldering eyes at Nancy's flawless body. The scarlet velvet spread of the bed accented the milky whiteness of her silky skin, but the exact ruby nipples rivaled it in color. The pulse of aroused desire roared in the girl's head, so she failed to hear the words he muttered fiercely.
"Godamned fucking whore...all a-like...you're all the same."
As the grown man stood there slowly taking off his clothes, gazing at that lusting body, a young boy was watching with him.
His mother had lavished affection on that very young boy, proud of his robust good looks. Perhaps she felt that little man added to her appeal as the frail brave young widow. He'd loved her devotedly, not yet old enough to attach any significance to her many gentlemen guests. She'd a preference for older men in those days and they represented a father image to him. Jealousy and fear didn't begin in the boys heart until a night when he was about 10 years old, just starting to feel the first stirring of puberty.
His mother complained of a backache and asked him to rub it for her. She'd stretched out face down on the bed in a filmy nightgown and Bob had straddled her slender waist. He'd worked his fingers slowly down her spine and found himself strangely excited, his little penis bulging out of his pajamas. She'd complained of the constricting material of the nightie and bunched it up over her shoulders.
He'd resumed rubbing the naked back, hands tingling at the touch of the soft flesh, and she'd sighed and wriggled in contentment.
"Lower," she'd instructed him and his hands had moved to knead the smooth white buttocks rising sensuously before him.
"That's good," she sighed. "Harder now...faster ah, yes." She breathed more quickly, uttering little moans as he worked harder to please her.
Her moans became a soft stream of sound and her hips rotated in little half-circles under his stroking fingers. Suddenly they jerked spasmodically under his hands and she ground her body hard against the bed. The boy became alarmed at the smothered groan that escaped his mother's lips and stilled his hands. Just then the phone had rung and she bounced off the bed with alacrity to answer it.
Her small son had leaned back on his haunches, bewildered by the tears that stung his eyelids and the sharp sense of loss that welled up within his body.
The call had been from a man named Frank. Bob still remembered that on name out of all the others, even after 30 years. He was coming over to see her tonight after all...wasn't that nice...and Bob's mother hustled him out of the room in her hurry to get ready for the visitor.
He'd gone up to bed and cried himself to sleep, but was wakened sometime later by small sounds he thought were coming from his mother's room. Worried that her backache might be worse, he rushed down to see if she was alright. The light was on and her door stood open, but he stopped dead still in the hall.
His mother was sprawled in naked abandon on the bed; her eyes glazed and unseeing; her pointed breasts moving up and down with her panting breath; her legs wide spread so he could see a dark patch of hair between them. The man named Frank, still in his shirt and trousers, loomed menacingly over her, a big monstrous rod sticking out from his unzipped pants. Word streams of guttural profanity poured from his lips.
The frightened boy was sure the man was going to hurt his mother with that huge club, but he stood rooted to the floor, afraid to move. As Frank threw his body on top of her and plunged the huge cruel thing into the opening between her legs, Bob was certain it would split her frail body in two. He longed to attack that heaving beast and save his mother, but he didn't have the courage. Tears of guilt and fear coursed down his cheeks. Then his mother's legs were around the monster's hips, locking the writhing bodies together.
Bob couldn't tear his eyes away from them and he heard his mother squealing in delight. "Oh...Frank...you're so big you make me hot...screw me...harder...faster.....!"
The last words ground into the cowering boy's ears, the same ones that had urged him on such a short while ago. With those two words all of his love for his mother merged into a burning hatred. In the years that followed, many other scenes, with many other men-who grew younger as the years went by-added fuel to the fire of that consuming emotion. But they all blurred into that first horrible night of fear and rejection.
* * *
As the boy had grown to manhood it had taken many more years, years of painful seeking and frustration and humiliation, to find an answer to the demands of his body. The mature body of Robert Jackson leaned over Nancy Martin and took one of her slender feet in his hands.
"Hey...that tickles!" she mumbled thickly, then sat bolt upright as the spread ripped with a sharp tearing sound.
Her feet were encased in dove gray boots of supple leather that reached to mid calf. They had high, slim heels. At the top of these, and circling under the high arch, gleamed the aquamarine and silver spurs. As she moved her ankles they jingled musically and tore again at the red velvet.
"They fit you like a glove," Bob whispered as his hands moved from the leather on her calves to caress the silky flesh of her inner thigh.
"No, no please. I can't do that!" she screamed, "Ohhh...take them off...don't make me hurt you!"
He straightened to a kneeling position, spreading her thighs wide with his legs between them.
"Of course you can, Nancy, I deserve to be punished for doing this to you. Just draw a little blood...please...help me, won't you?" he begged in a low whine.
She could see the ineffectual penis hanging limp and soft from his graying pubic hair. The dangling cock resembled an elongated, shriveled marshmallow, an unhealthy-white tube with a pale bloodless head. The trembling passion of desire in her body turned to a shudder of horrified revulsion. The man's pleading switched to lewd taunts as he tried to arouse an angry response to his demands.
"You came here to get fucked, didn't you? Not just for some hot licks from my tongue, and to have those big tits played with, right? How many other men have pulled those long nipples? And how you love it!" His fingers strummed at the erect tips. "Dig in you whoring bitch, and I'll give you what you want. Yes...big...and round...and hard...and long. It'll be the best fuck you ever had. I'll jam the god-dammed prick right up your throat and choke you with it."
With a violent motion he forced her legs to enfold his hips. There was no way Nancy could keep the cruel spurs from digging into his skin. She burst into convulsive sobs as the spurs rolled over his buttocks and she felt the wicked points penetrate the soft, yielding flesh. He screamed with pain at the first piercing stab of the metal spikes, then began an endless chant of agonized ecstasy as the phallic stem came to life. He guided the inflated cock through the protesting cunt lips, and she cried out as it battered the dry walls of her resistant vagina.
"Harder...faster...harder...faster....!" Thrust in, "Harder!" Pull out, "Faster." On and on it went as he plundered her body with increasing fury and the intonation swelled to harder, faster, harder, faster in a deafening roar of sexual fervor.
Her eyes had closed to shut out the blood-spattered spurs gashing at his hips. They opened against her will and the gorge rose in her throat at the sight of the open red lacerations that streaked across the pounding white flesh. The bleeding buttocks heaved high in the air almost dislodging the slippery cock from her body, then thrust downward with final crushing force. The huge shaft rammed deep within her and the blood-pressured head pushed cruelly on the tortured cervical wall. His body fell heavily on hers and lay heaving and jerking with the spasmodic relief of orgasm.
Nancy felt the hot swell of seminal fluid burst within her, so deep that it seemed to flow like a hot sticky tide up from her womb and to her throat. In her mind, it forced its way through the strangling muscles and into her mouth, flooding it with the pungent sweetness of its taste. God! she had never seen anything like this. It was just too horrible to imagine what a mother could really do to a man to completely emasculate him like this. The pair had turned him into a raging manic.
The mound of flesh which pinned her to the bed had calmed to the rhythmic breathing of exhausted slumber. For a long time Nancy lay in mindless quiet as tears streamed down her cheeks and the salty drops fused with the moist saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth.
CHAPTER 8
A bright shaft from the rays of the setting sun stabbed through the closed lids of the sleeping girls eyes and wakened her with its glare. Nancy sat up in bed with a start and the quick motion sent flashes of pain exploding like a chain of dynamite sticks in her head. Her bare shoulders shivered with a chill of fright as she closed her burning eyes and sank back on the pillow. Fighting some unknown terror she raised to lean on one elbow, slowly this time, and forced herself to focus on the room.
"Oh, thank God...thank God." She was lying between the lilac scented sheets of her own bed and the orange sun was streaming through the glass of the tall balcony door of her familiar, cheerful bedroom. The swell of the ocean on the shore was a soothing murmur as it rose and fell with gentle lapping caresses at the edge of the sandy beach. Even the distant throb of the tireless off-shore wells seemed muted in lazy somnolence of the ever-changing patterns of the sunset.
The perspiration of fear dried on Nancy's body and the tense muscles relaxed. She went over the events of the night before as if it must have been a terrifying night. The atmosphere of the supper club was clear in her memory: the delicious dinner, the exotic feathered dancer, the plentiful flow of wine and liquor. The unexpected, embarrassing encounter with Don and his partner.....? She tried in vain to recall the man's name, but she did remember that he was very attractive and charmingly attentive. The thought of Don Frazier stirred a feeling of hollow desolation in the pit of her stomach.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her waist and rocked back and forth with a low moan of despair. "Oh, if only she'd behaved like a lady!" was her fervent hope, for the evening became a blur of fragmentary impressions from that point on. A picture of the period setting of the room in Bob's house flashed vividly through her brain, the red blood oozing from the crisscrossing punctures on Bob's heaving buttocks; the searing moisture seeping into her throat as his body collapsed on hers...her mind balked at dredging up all of the sordid scene.
She was scarcely conscious as to how she'd managed to find her way home. She had a vague recollection of slipping away from the sleeping man and finding her clothes, and taking them outside to the pool. She had cleaned herself in the chlorined water as best she could before getting dressed. There had been a long tortuous walk as she'd wandered in circles, lost in a strange, dark neighborhood. Somewhere along the way a cab driver must have picked her up for she remembered him bringing her to her door.
Nancy stayed in bed, sleeping fitfully, until the next morning. A chorus of aches and pains still howled through her body. Long scratches marred the ivory curves of her legs and the heels of her feet were raw open blisters. Her mind was clear, but she refused to allow her thoughts to dwell on the nightmarish experience with Bob. She felt soiled and smeared, as though she could never be clean again.
For the following three days Nancy stayed close at home, going out only for a few necessary groceries and some books and magazines. She spent hours sunbathing on the terrace and the sun's heat banished all traces of bodily pain. It burnished her white body to a golden sheen only a shade or two paler than the color of her hair. She read a great deal, cleaned and rearranged the furniture until her hands could find no more to do in the apartment.
As her body healed and grew more lovely under the sun's rays, her thoughts lightened and regained their youthful optimism. Much of what she'd experienced in the short time since Carl's death she might never understand, but she knew it was a part of living, like it or not.
The telephone had rung intermittently several times a day and evening but Nancy hadn't answered until it rang late in the afternoon of the third day.
"Mrs. Martin, don't you ever stay home? I've been trying to reach you for days."
Nancy almost dropped the receiver and her heart turned a somersault in her breast at the sound of Donald Frazier's deep voice. Even the impatient tone was music to her ears. If she had dreamed that it was his voice at the other end of the wires she would have answered on the first ring three days ago!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Frazier, but I have been rather busy." She held her breath so she wouldn't burst into nonsensical chatter and betray her confused delight.
"So it would seem," he answered dryly. "Do you think you could find time to drop by the office tomorrow? There are a few papers which require your signature."
"Well. . . yes. I guess so." She pretended doubtful hesitation but ended with a rush. "When would you like me to be there?"
"I'm pretty well tied up all day. Would around six be too inconvenient? If you aren't all booked up perhaps you'll have dinner with me afterward?" Damn it all, he wondered, why do I always seem to get defensively sarcastic with this girl?
The unexpected invitation was enough for Nancy, however offered, and she accepted breathlessly. She replaced the receiver with trembling fingers and whirled about the room in a wild pirouette of joy.
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Nancy stepped out of the elevator at six fifteen, purposely late, knowing she looked lovely in her white shantung sheath. The scooped out neckline revealed her beautiful tan and more than hinted at the full swell of her breasts. The vivid lining of the matching coat thrown over her arm was the same emerald green of her eyes. A glint of gold at earlobes and wrists were dulled by the shining halo of her hair.
She was almost sorry the pert receptionist had already left for she would have liked to preen a little in her newly developed confidence. The look in the attorney's eyes was more than enough to satisfy her as he opened the inner door at her light tap. This time he held her hand longer than a casual greeting called for and once again a thrill shot up her arm, but she made the first motion of withdrawal.
His voice was slightly husky as he released her warm slender fingers. "You're looking very well, Mrs. Martin." What in hell's the matter with me? She'll think I'm a stupid ass hole. "Very well, as a matter-of-fact," he added. Just feeling the soft touch of her had sent a rush of warmth to his groin.
Their conversation was limited to business as he shuffled through the papers on his desk. Nancy leaned over to study some figures and his eyes were drawn to the deep cleft between the free swinging breasts. Jesus, Hal was right! His fingers itched to get at those golden globes. He had the crazy desire to pull one out and see if it were tan all over. To cover his sudden longing for her, he was more brusquely crisp than usual and hurried her through the business at hand.
Nancy's spirits sank, and she began to think she'd mistaken the caressing warmth in his eyes. They dined at a small lounge not far from Don's office. She hardly noticed what she ate for every time his thigh brushed hers in the confines of the small booth, a teasing lick of flame shot through her pelvis. They were too early for the regular dinner clientele but the place was packed with the after work 'let's have a few drinks to get the kinks out' crowd. There was so much noisy talk and laughter, increasing in volume as the consumption of liquor increased, that Nancy and Don drank and ate in comparative silence. When they got out doors it was such a warm, clear evening he suggested that they walk over to the Strip for an after dinner drink. It was only a couple of blocks away and as she linked her arm in his a warmth seemed to flow between them and she was certain it wasn't just wishful thinking on her part.
They wandered in out of two or three little bars and Nancy was content just to listen to Don's idle conversation and have him close at her side. The street was just beginning to come to the life of Hollywood after dark. They found themselves in front of a small art theater advertising a widely acclaimed underground picture.
"Could we go in?" Nancy asked shyly. "I've never seen anything like that."
"Sure, let's go find out how the other half lives!" His smile was tender as he looked down at her for he'd been delighted with her open nature and uncomplicated sweetness all evening. The early show was almost over as they settled in the soft foam-filled lounge seats and Don helped her slide her coat off.
The tiny speck of an automobile disappeared over a distant hill. The camera zoomed in on the car on the other side of the hill. From a rear downward angle the driver and his female passenger were obviously nude. The top of the car was down and as the camera moved to hover above it the girl turned on her side against the driver's body. His arm was around her and her left breast lost itself in his side. She took the free breast, a slightly pendulous, long pointed melon, in her hand and guided the elongated nipple to his own fleshy teat. The camera moved in and focused on the long nipple-tip as it nuzzled the man's flat disk with little circular strokes.
Nancy felt her own breasts swell and the tips grazed the stretched silk of her bodice. She knew they must be straining out in erect points. Thank God the theater was so dark! She leaned unconsciously against Don's shoulder and shivered as the thrill of his closeness shot through her.
"Cold, Nancy?" he whispered and put his arm around her.
She forced her attention back to the screen and the camera was on the girl's hand as she reached to shift the gears. The hand missed the floor-shift stick and grasped the man's rod-like penis. It began to swell in size at the touch of her fingers and then it was grasped in both of her hands, the huge blood-filled head glowing a bright red.
Nancy slipped a little lower in her seat and pressed her buttocks hard in the cushion in an effort to stem the warm flow of moisture between her legs. She crossed them tightly together to counteract the pressure building in her throbbing vagina. With her writhing motion her body leaned back against Don's circling arm. His hand slipped to her breast and cupped it gently. As his fingers encountered the sharp outline of her thrusting nipple his grip tightened and he rubbed the long tip between thumb and forefinger with gentle caressing strokes.
Nancy fought to control the passion tormenting every quivering nerve and focused on the movemerits on the screen. The knuckles of the girl's hands had turned white as they were now struggling desperately to maintain their hold on the expanding cock. But by some trick of the camera it kept on swelling. The lens faded back slowly as it grew bigger and bigger until it could be seen stretching high above the car, a tall white cylinder reaching upward. Then it dwarfed the car completely and filled the screen and blotted out the blue sky. Nothing could be seen but a giant pulsing phallus and the brilliant head revolved like a beacon and seemed to throw the flashing rays of its light right out into the theater from the screen.
"Good God, let's get out of here." Don's arm lifted Nancy bodily from the seat and he gathered up her coat and hurried her up the aisle. Her coat was over his arm and as they went out under the brightly lighted marquee he swung it in front of him. He wasn't quite quick enough to prevent her from seeing the huge bulge sticking straight out from his crotch as far as the material would allow. Her eyes remained glued to the spot even after the coat camouflaged it.
Don followed her stare and burst into a roar of laughter as they walked away from the theater. He put his arms around her and she hung her head in mock shame while she tried to match his long strides.
"Oh, Nancy, Nancy...I wish I had a picture of the look on your face back there! Don't worry, that asinine symbolic movie had nothing to do with this. If your body is going to behave that way you better wear a bra if you expect mine to be good!"
Nancy was thankful he hadn't seen the look in her eyes beneath the lowered lids for it had been one of unadulterated naked desire. All he had noticed was her mouth gaping with astonishment at the size of the protruding penis and even that he took for an expression of shock. Don cautioned himself to go easy with this lovely child for he couldn't forget the pitiful, naive little widow who had sat trembling in his office the first time he'd seen her.
"I'm sorry, Don, if you don't like...." Nancy apologized with mixed feeling for her breasts trembled at the memory of his strong caressing fingers and she'd gladly strip all of her clothes off right in the middle of Sunset Boulevard to renew his desire.
"Silly child! I was only teasing you. You're fine with me exactly the way you are. But I better get you home for I'm due in court at eight in the morning." This was true, but mainly he was afraid of scaring her off with his hot pants. His instant reaction to Nancy's lush charms puzzled him for he was a man who had always prided himself on strong control over his emotions. Far more experienced women than Nancy, beautiful too, hadn't been successful in getting his cock up so easily. So he kept his distance on the drive to her apartment but his resistance melted when they reached Nancy's door. The green eyes looking up at his were almost black with adoration and desire and Don gathered her in his arms with an angry groan.
Nancy gripped the back of his neck as his dark head bent to hers and her soft lips trembled under his kiss. He held her gently at first, stroking her arms and shoulders with a light touch that sent a shudder of excitement through Nancy's body. His lips were tender on hers, but suddenly they ground down with a fierce hunger and his tongue thrust deep in her mouth, sucking at hers like a hot flame. Nancy felt the heat burn down through her body setting her pelvis on fire. It thrust against him and she felt an answering hardness swelling in his groin.
"Ohhh, my darling," Don whispered as his moist lips and darting tongue ignited her throat with quick passionate kisses.
He slid his arms around her under her coat and his hands moved fervently over her back then down to the soft round cheeks of her buttocks. His fingers cupped the smooth bottom-swell of unresisting flesh and drew her inflamed cunt hard against the long throbbing mound of his inflated cock. The nipples of her breast pressed into his chest like twin fingers of hardened marble. He pulled briefly away to feast his eyes on those straining quivering mounds.
Through her own whorl of ardor Nancy saw greedy desire burning through the film of passion glazing his eyes. He buried his mouth in the vee of her collarbone then in the deep cleft between her heaving breasts, kissing there in a rhythm with the mad beat of her heart. Her eager breasts strained to be kissed and her hand went automatically to tug at the low neckline of her gown.
Don's mouth moaned against the swollen globe, "Take it out...God...take it out...." He heard a tearing sound and the long red nipple sprang to the seeking lips and tongue, and plunged into the hot suction of his mouth. A new sensation swept through Nancy. The fury of passion in her body fused with the burning need of love for this man. The words T love you...I love you....
I lov....' came with soundless joy to her lips.
The abrupt opening of the door against which Nancy had been leaning and a stream of light from within reacted on both of them like a flood of cold water. Nancy would have fallen if Don hadn't steadied her.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I was worried because I haven't seen you, so I let myself in to wait," Bea's voice came from the doorway.
Nancy hastily covered her wetly throbbing breast with her coat as Don backed off with a husky remark about just leaving, anyway, and turned to the elevator. He felt like he was afire with a high fever centered in the pain of frustration in his swollen aching penis.
CHAPTER 9
Nancy stayed in bed the next morning reliving the moments Don had held her in his strong arms. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his mouth on her lips, the fervor of his stabbing tongue lashing at hers. Her throat constricted as a blurred impression of his face flashed through her mind. She couldn't call it handsome but it was all male, a mixture of brute strength and sensitivity. The way the tenderness in his dark eyes had deepened with the sudden glaze of passion caused her to shiver in the warm sunshine just beginning to filter into her bedroom window. Her whole body tingled at the remembrance of his kisses on her breasts and the hardness of his distended penis as it had pressed against the thrusting mound of her pelvis.
She was glad that she had a figure that pleased him and aroused his desire. Her hands lightly fondled the swell of high breasts and erect nipples, the flat plain of stomach and soft, curvaceous hips. She felt the juices flowing within her and a throbbing in her loins as she remembered the ardor of his embrace. She pressed her hands at the silky moist triangle between her legs to quiet the fierce longing of desire. "Oh, God," she prayed, "I love him...I love him so! Please let him want me and love me too!"
Nancy flung herself out of bed with a burst of joyful energy. Such a rush of love and happiness flooded through her that she felt about to explode with the wonder of it all. She stared at the bedside phone for a few seconds and willed it to ring, then noticed the time on the small ormolu clock. It was almost ten o'clock, and Don had said something about having to be in court early today. She really couldn't expect to hear from him this morning; maybe he could break away at lunch to call her. After a long, luxuriously scented bath she decided to while away the time by sunbathing on the terrace. The cord on the living room telephone was long enough to reach a table by the lounge outside so she placed the graceful French telephone within easy reach. Stretched out in nude enjoyment of the sun's penetrating rays, she lay dreaming of a future filled with Don Frazier.
"How'd you make out with little Dotty last night, Harry? Aw hell, don't answer. I can tell by the smug look on your kisser that you must've creamed her good."
"Man, I just about wore out my pecker on that broad. She may be little on the outside but she'd got a cunt hole as big as the Grand Canyon! It must've been screwed by every mother-fucker in Wilson High and Cal Poly too, it's stretched so big!"
Nancy was startled from her sun-drenched haze by the sound of voices so close by she could have reached out and touched the speakers were it not for the divider at her side. She flushed with embarrassment at the words that carried distinctly over the shoulder high wall separating the balcony of her apartment from the one next door. She hadn't realized that only the foliage growing from the planter along its top protected her nakedness from the complete visibility of her neighbors. And not too well at that should they cast a prying eye through the lacy network of leaves. She huddled quietly against the smooth block surface, afraid any movement would draw attention to her unwitting eavesdropping.
"Even so you better put her on your list, Jack. She sure knows all the right moves to help a guy make the scene and I'll bet she came ten times! 'Course, I'm pretty well hung-They don't call me 'Harry the horse' for nothing!" the second voice continued in sniggering braggadocio.
"Well...I don't know...if she's such a pushover...." the boy called Jack said hesitantly. Nancy thought she detected a note of shy embarrassment in his tone.
"It's not just the size of her twat, buddy. She's got the biggest boobies you've ever seen! like man, drowning in a marshmallow mountain!"
"Don't bet on that....!" The other boy's voice lowered to a whisper and Nancy found herself unabashedly straining her ears to catch what he was saying. The two boys were undoubtedly teenagers comparing notes on their girl friends, and never having taken part in any sort of youthful boy-girl relationship she couldn't help but find the exchange intriguing.
". . . the most gorgeous hunk of flesh," Jack's voice rose in boyish excitement as he went on. "Tits that stick out to here," evidently with gestures, "and nipples an inch long, I swear man, I got a hard on just looking at 'em!"
"No shit?" Harry's reply was breathless. "Why didn't you...." The last of his question was muffled as the two youths could be heard moving away toward the sliding glass doors of the other apartment. But Jack's final words of glowing praise drifted clearly over the wall with the ocean breeze.
"She's an older woman...twenty-two or three maybe, but a natural blonde. You dig what I mean-all over? One sweet little pussy. My rod like to have drilled right straight through the bitchin' wall to get at that new piece next door!"
With burning ears Nancy scrambled back to the shelter of her own living room and clapped her hands to her flushed cheeks in mortification. Why, that nasty boy had been talking about her! As she moved through the door into the bedroom she caught a glimpse of herself in a full length mirror on the wall and started to laugh. The sun-burnished breasts quivered as they reflected her mirth and she most definitely was blonde all over! Nothing could disturb her good spirits for long and she realized it was her own fault for putting her body on display. In the future she'd insure more privacy by using the folding screen she'd noticed in one corner.
Though rather shocked by the frankness of the conversation she'd overheard, Nancy was a little saddened that she'd missed the thrills of puppy love and teen-aged skirmishes of awakening sex. Shrugging aside such useless wishful thinking she busied herself with rearranging and admiring her new wardrobe. Time passed with discouraging slowness. Noon came and went, then one o'clock and she found herself practically counting the minutes as they ticked by. Didn't courts recess for two hours at lunch? When the hands on the clock finally crept past two o'clock, she came to the reluctant conclusion that Don wouldn't call during the day. She also realized that pangs of hunger as much as anxiety were gnawing at her, for she hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the night before.
A trip to a supermarket nearby served to revive her sagging spirits as she enthusiastically loaded a shopping cart. She chose everything she bought with the idea of tempting a man's palate and appeasing his thirst and thoroughly enjoyed her foray through eye-appealing displays of fresh meats and vegetables. After checking out she was dismayed by the quantity of overflowing bags that filled her basket.
"Uhhh...can I help you with some of that stuff Mrs. Martin...ma'am?" A familiar voice came from over her shoulder.
Oh gosh, it was the kid who lived next door! Nancy felt her face grow hot, then scolded herself for being silly. Jack...yes, that was his name...had no way of knowing she'd overheard the description of her to his boyfriend. Turning to thank her young admirer she fervently hoped she looked more composed than she felt.
"I certainly would appreciate a hand, but how do you know who I....?"
The boyish giant towering over her blushed a deep red that clashed with the fiery hue of his closely cropped curls. Nancy had to bend her head back to meet the bright blue eyes that sparkled with a glint of humor under the obvious admiring shyness of his direct gaze.
"Well you see, I live in the apartment next to you and...to tell you the truth...I saw you and I asked the super who you were!" The deep voice cracked a trifle on a high note as the explanation tumbled out. "I don't mean to be fresh, but I hope you don't mind?"
Nancy couldn't suppress a laugh as she thought-and how he'd seen her! He was capably gathering up her bundles in the seemingly endless length of his arms, relegating the lighter ones for her to carry when he offered a belated introduction.
"I'm Jackson Mason, ma'am. Jack to my friends."
"Happy to know you Jack, and I'm Nancy to mine."
She couldn't help but be pleasantly impressed by the tall youth ambling along at her side as she covertly studied him over the greenery of celery tops. He looked about seventeen or eighteen with the broad shoulders of a football player, but he had the thin sinewy height and gangling arms and legs that could move with perfection on a basketball or tennis court. His faded denims were stretched so tautly that they revealed the bunched up muscles of his lean buttocks and the bulge of his manhood straining at the tight crotch. It reminded Nancy of an overripe plum about to burst its skin and she was ashamed to find herself recalling Jack's picture of its erection poking in her direction through the balcony wall. A sharp longing for Don stabbed at her heart as she looked up to her companion's face.
The youthful countenance belied the man's body. Beneath the flaming thatch of red hair the unfinished planes of his cheeks and angular jaw were dusted with the soft fuzz of a peach. Feeling Nancy's scrutiny Jack grinned down at her with the appeal of an overgrown puppy.
"Man," he was thinking, "I sure lucked out this time!" For with her golden hair tied back in a pony tail and her face innocent of make-up Nancy looked about eighteen. Not all that old for him, really, for a couple of times he'd even managed to pass as being twenty-one in dimly lighted bars. He'd always run around with an older crowd and with his mature, hulking body no one would ever guess that he was only three months past his fifteenth birthday.
Nancy was no exception. He made her feel like the carefree teenager she'd never been as he helped put the groceries away with gay kidding banter, and she was once again in a light-hearted mood when he left. Almost five o'clock...surely Don's call would come soon!
But by ten-thirty the phone had become a silent instrument of torture. Nancy had eaten a lonely dinner and now huddled in red-eyed misery on the terrace. The rising sounds of a party in progress next door drifted over the dividing wall with increasing gaiety and added to her slough of self-pity. At the peal of the door chimes she ran into the house to answer with renewed hope.
"Hi, neighbor, could you spare a few ice cubes for a thirsty soul?" Jack stood with ice bucket in hand, weaving slightly and obviously flushed from already quenching that thirst.
"Hey, what's this?" He tilted Nancy's chin to the kitchen light. "You can't sit over here crying while there's a real bash going on over at my pad. Go powder that cute nose while I get the ice-ice!"
Nancy hesitated, then thought why not? She'd never had much fun growing up and Don was probably out making love to some other girl right now. Why should she sit home alone?
The party was in full swing when Jack announced proudly to the noisy group, "Hey! Look what I found! This is Nancy-baby...but hands off you bastards...she's mine!"
A record player was going full blast and the room was a blurred tangle of dancing couples. Gyrating torsos, flying arms and legs and girl's long hair created a scene of violent motion and throbbing sound. As he dragged Nancy to a bar in one corner she noticed one couple jerking wildly in a tight embrace. The girl's lips were glued to her partner's and she was vibrating like she was having an orgasm against the boy's thrusting pelvis. Jack poured a tall tumbler two-thirds full of vodka and added an ice cube and a splash of orange juice.
"Bottoms up, you're way behind, baby!" he pushed the drink into her hand and guided it to her lips, holding it there until the ice rattled against her teeth from the empty glass.
She gasped as she came up for air, only to have the process repeated almost before she could catch her breath. The burning liquid spread through her body like wildfire and her head whirled as Jack crushed her in a bear hug and staggered into a formless dance. Nancy found herself caught up in the mad swirl, handed from one partner to another, twisting and turning with a wild abandoned rhythm.
The next drink went down with ease and suddenly she was having a wonderful time. It wasn't long before only a few boys and girls were still in upright motion, most of them had paired off and were draped over chairs, couches, on the floor. These were engaged in a changing pattern of motion and in various stages of undress, showing flashes of bared breasts and buttocks. One young buck kneeled over a giggling form, his swollen penis protruding in stark whiteness from the unzipped fly of his dark trousers.
Jack propelled Nancy's unresisting figure to one of the bedrooms. Four naked bodies were wrestling in a tangled mass of arms and legs on the creaking bed. On the floor at its foot bounced two breast-swinging girls as though they were playing horsy.
The horse turned out to be youth flat on his back beneath them as they jiggled up and down, both facing in the same direction. One girl was astride his face and the other his hips, so his tongue was in the cunt of one and his cock was in the cunt of the other. Nancy drunkenly thought the bare-assed riders were hilarious and wanted to stay and watch but Jack pulled her roughly to the next bedroom.
Only one couple occupied the king sized bed but about all that was visible were the grinding muscles of male hips with the balls swaying heavily below. A girl's muffled voice moaned, "Ooh! Oooh! No, it's too big...it won't fit!"
Nancy fell back on the other side of the huge bed under the weight of Jack's body and struggled to push him away.
"What the shit! God-damn-it, you little prick-teaser!" He groaned and slid to his knees on the floor, his hands rumbling at the bottom of her sweater.
Suddenly her hands ceased their pounding at his shoulders and ripped the sweater off over her head. She'd show Don Frazier he wasn't the only man in the world! Did he think he was the only man who wanted to get in her pants? Damn him, damn him, damn him! She sat up straight, her bared breasts thrust proudly on a level with Jack's startled eyes.
"Jesus," he gasped, "they're beautiful!" He cupped her breasts almost worshipfully in his big hands and moistened his lips as he stared at the scarlet-tipped mounds.
Nancy felt a quiver of excitement at the gentleness of his touch. "Go ahead...kiss them if you like, they won't bite." She giggled, "It should be the other way around!"
His hands caressed the golden swell of flesh, then almost timidly his fingers stroked at the rosy nipples until they lengthened and grew erect and hard as he worked with increasing pressure. The pink areoles spread beneath his palms and his tongue lightly traced the widening circles then flicked at the extended reddening tips, first one then the other.
"Relax, dammit," the man crouched over the girl at her side demanded, and Nancy's eyes were drawn to the union of the two bodies. The hair-lined furrow between the girl's splayed thighs was clearly visible and she could see the moisture glistening on the pink nether lips. They seemed to dilate before her eyes as they reached for the huge cock descending to the trembling mouth. Nancy stared in horror for it was so monstrous she was afraid it would tear the girl wide open. With one hand the man was smoothing Vaseline over the distended fleshy rod and blood-pressured head. Droplets of its own sticky white lubrication were oozing from the pulsing glans-tip into the sucking mouth of the girl's vaginal passage.
Nancy felt an answering warmth in her loins, and moisture matted her pubic hair as she watched the red bulging head salivating at the open cunt of the moaning girl. Jack's mouth was now sucking fiercely at her own breasts and his hands were fumbling at the waist band of her slacks. She could feel his hardening penis against her leg and reached down and unzipped his pants and withdrew the struggling rod. She stroked the freed cock and it started to swell in size. It grew slowly and expanded and contracted in her eager fingers but remained half limp, and it was tiny in comparison to the giant shaft prodding at the writhing pelvis so close to Nancy's own. Jack had managed to pull her slacks half way down over her gyrating hips and his flabby prick was stabbing vainly at the soaked material of her straining crotch.
"Help me...damn you...help me....!" he pleaded with choking sobs. "Oooh, please...help me put it in!"
Nancy released the jerking, gradually expanding cock and wiggled her hips and pushed her slacks off her legs and kicked them over the foot of the bed. Able to wait no longer for access to the target between her thighs Jack straddled her stomach and thrust his finally erect penis into the perspiring furrow between her firm breasts. His furry balls imbedded themselves in the separation of her rib cage taking her breath away as his pushing buttocks ground her torso into the mattress. Wildly he slid his small hard shaft in and out of the soft fleshy passage. On the final inward thrust he let out a tortured howl and his whole body jerked spasmodically up and down on Nancy's smothered frame.
"Aaaah...shit...piss...damn the fucker to hell!...Why...like this, very first time....!" he mumbled hoarsely. The boy sobbed and panted in pain and joy as the hot fluid of his ejection spurted from between her breasts. Nancy felt a strange mixture of revulsion and desire burning a fiery path to her arching pelvis. Giving a last convulsive heave Jack disentangled himself from her thrashing arms and legs. He rolled heavily to his back on the floor beside the bed and lay crying quietly in the humiliation of his ignominious relief.
Nancy twisted and tossed on the bed in a turmoil of frustrated passion. The sticky semen spreading over her throat and the swell of her up-thrust breasts seemed to act as an erotic stimulant to her aroused emotions. She sensed a shifting of the groaning figures at her side and without warning the man's body had transferred from the protesting female and was straddling Nancy's enflamed hips.
"Never send for a fifteen-year-old kid to do a man's job, baby. The old master fucker here will take care of you...but good!"
The lewd voice whispering hotly in her ear was dimly familiar and Nancy suddenly placed it. The huge, hard penis insinuating itself along the soft skin of her inner thigh belonged to Jack's boastful friend, Harry. Harry the horse! The swollen head was pressed tightly to the throbbing lips of her demanding cunt. Even though she knew she had to have it, had to feel that burning shaft buried deep within her, filling her vagina and prodding at her womb, she screamed in sudden terror.
"No, no...I'm afraid...it's going to hurt...it will kill me...oooh, don't!"
"Now, now...trust Harry, little girl. You're going to love this big cock in your sweet pussy, filling your belly 'til you beg for more! This'll take care of everything." His hand groped for the jar of Vaseline and he took a large swab of the greasy substance on his middle finger.
"There now, open wide for daddy." With his other hand he gently spread the fleshy lips of her vagina until the hair-lined slit was fully distended. He inserted the lubricated finger and massaged the salve into the walls and opening. His finger briefly teased the tiny erection of her clitoris and Nancy moaned in ecstatic delight as desire flamed through her.
"Oh god...go ahead...shove it in me. Fuck me, now...now!" Her hands clawed at his back, the nails ripping his flesh as she pulled him to her with a violent motion and flung her long, tapered legs tightly around his waist.
The bulbous head of his cock came into contact with the slippery vaginal folds, and he let the weight of the throbbing gland nestle there motionless for several seconds. He forced himself to hold back, for after such prolonged sexual play with the other girl he was almost on the brink of orgasm. When he could wait no longer he rammed the giant shaft with the force of a fiery branding iron into
Nancy's screaming body.
After the initial shock of searing pain she was a quivering mass of desire, lost in a delirium of roaring passion.
"Nancy, baby, you sure turn me on," his whiskey breath was hot in her face. She was trembling all over and helpless. His body thrust tightly against her, straining so she could feel every line of it down her own. Without decision or will she clung to him and her mind went blank, impulse taking over, overwhelming thought, restraint. Vaguely she knew she must be drunk, but a crazy exultancy exploded in her and animal lust blanked out all reason.
His hands swarmed over her with feverish caresses and his stabbing tongue was hot in her mouth. His penis was huge within her, filling her very being with an exquisite pulsating delight, and her hips began to move in rhythm with his long hard strokes. Her expanded passage grabbed hungrily at the swollen cock plunging in and out, probing far into the depths of her pelvis. She panted and writhed on the impaling staff. Then her body arched, no longer thrusting and straining, but jerking and heaving as her orgasmic juices spewed around the driving cock devouring her.
"Oooooo...I'm cumminggg....!" she shrieked with a convulsive shudder. Then suddenly, she felt him too explode within her, and she was drunkenly aware of a fierce whirlpool of fiery liquid spurting hotly into her pounding loins.
"Aaaah, you're...not...alone...baby!" Harry gasped hoarsely as spasms of release swirled through him and he jerked and quivered in helpless joy.
The two heaving bodies pressed together as one pulsating mound of flesh, convulsed in the spasmodic throes of animalistic orgasm.
The low, gradually diminishing sobs of the lanky, red-haired figure on the floor, and the faint wheezing snores emitted from the dim form on the far side of the bed, were inaudible below the panting moans of the climaxing couple.
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Strong fingers probing at the sperm drenched lips of Nancy's sore and tender cunt flesh roused her from a stuporous doze in the middle of the night. She shook her head in an effort to clear it of a whirling mist. A million pinwheels burst from the back of her skull with nauseating force and blinded her with stabbing knives of pain. She groaned aloud and reached down to ward off the hurting fingers prodding relentlessly at the open wound between her legs. Her protesting hand came in contact with a long hard penis throbbing heavily on her thigh. Flashes of memory broke slowly through the blur of pain in her aching, pounding head.
"Ohhhhh, migod...no, don't...don't, please!" she croaked through parched lips. She dropped Harry's aroused and extended penis as though it had scorched her hand, and she rolled away from the punishing fingers in panic.
"Whassa matter, hon?" he mumbled thickly, "C'mon, lets fuck some more. The ole horse is rarin' to go again. Hey, where ya goin'?"
Unheeding, Nancy crawled over a mound of soft, naked flesh on the other side of the bed, and tumbled off the far edge with her head spinning. Scarcely aware of her own nakedness, without bothering to search for her clothes she rushed to a doorway faintly illuminated by a dim glow from the outer room. There she stumbled over nude bodies sprawled at random on the floor and ran blindly through the foyer into the outer hall, and to her own apartment. Locking the door behind her, she leaned against it as though the furies of hell were knocking outside.
The dried viscous film on her breast was drawing at the soft skin and a pungent odor drifted up to her flaring nostrils. She felt a sticky moisture oozing from the swollen lips of her vagina and running warmly down the inside of her thighs. With a growing feeling of horror she looked down at her smeared breasts, and at the glistening whitish liquid dripping along her legs. Her head swam as she made her way unsteadily to the bathroom. She stared at the besmirched body in the mirror, revolted and sickened by the sight. The room reeled crazily around her as she doubled up over the basin and was violently sick. She vomited bitter gall until her stomach was empty and remained over the bowl retching dryly over and over until her ribs seemed to close over her lungs like a vise.
With a great effort she forced her body to straighten, and she moved to the shower stall. Her fingers were shaking so uncontrollably that she adjusted the stream of water with difficulty. It was almost scalding hot as she soaped every curve and crevice of her flesh with a rough fierce intensity.
Then she turned it to an icy coldness, but the savage needles failed to penetrate, failed to shrive or cleanse her mind of the guilt that burned like acid. She felt empty, yet filled with a forlorn and aching disgust as she toweled her stinging body dry with hard abrasive strokes.
She tottered to the bedroom and crept between the coolness of the smooth sheets with an exhausted groan. A black pall of anguish and guilt closed over her and she pressed into the mattress, and tried to still the whirling, rocking merry-go-round in her brain. Oh why, why had she let such a horrible thing happen to her? She knew that she'd allowed her own drunken desires to overpower her in her actions with Harry. Harry, Harry the 'horse'! She laughed on the edge of hysteria as the pain in the area of her pelvis testified to the aptness of that nickname, and she could almost forgive her body for answering to his lust.
But that other one, the boy...Jack! Pangs of shameful remorse flashed through her like a flaming sword. Dear God, what sort of a monster was she, to seduce a fifteen year old virgin? In the agony of her humiliation her stunned senses completely ignored the alcohol-inflamed sexual urge that had possessed Jack's young virile body. Nor did they recognize his avid determination to attain his manhood as he led Nancy to the bedroom. No matter how hard she'd struggled, any attempt she could have made to ward off the demands of his superior strength would have been entirely futile.
A fifteen year old kid...god, what's happening to me!...A fifteen year old kid...A fifteen year old kid....Over and over again the phrase tormented her, until at last the blessed unconsciousness of sleep erased it from her brain.
CHAPTER 10
In the morning Nancy came reluctantly back to consciousness and with a terrific effort managed to pry up her heavy eyelids that felt weighted with leaden pellets. She winced at the shafts of sunlight that fell through the partly drawn draperies and closed her eyes again. Her head ached so that it was impossible for just her head to hold all that pain, the rest of it flowed into her body. She felt the soreness between her legs as she moved, moaning with pain. She set her teeth hard in her lower lip and tried to drive her stumbling mind back to the events of the night before.
She had a dim and painful memory of leaving the apartment next door and entering her own door in frightened haste. For several minutes she could remember nothing else. The effort to think increased the terrific pain and she put her hands over her face and moaned. The recollection of her nude body staring back at her from the bathroom mirror after she had staggered home brought the scene on the bed next door back to her mind with a revolting flash.
Shocked almost into a feeling of forgetfulness of her own misery, she cringed back under the covers as a second wave of shame flooded through her aching body. The amount of alcohol she had consumed mercifully blurred the memory of what had happened at the party, but the words 'fifteen year old kid' were emblazoned in her mind. Oh God...She knew she had been drunk, and she scarcely dared imagine what a disgusting spectacle she must have made of herself. The whole horrible picture of herself, a drunken woman madly making love to a young boy of fifteen, was sickening. What would Don Frazier think of her if he knew what she had done, how disgracefully she had behaved? Oh, my love, my love...her heart cried in despair. She hid her face in shame against the pillows and wept like a heartbroken child.
When she finally managed to drag herself out of bed it was almost noon and the bright sun of the morning was obscured by lowering gray clouds. The abrupt change in the typical California weather was well suited to Nancy's dark mood and she welcomed the sound of rain battering against the building as a blowing squall swept inland from the ocean. It helped to deaden the self-accusing words ringing in her head. She tried to busy herself around the apartment as the gloomy day wore on but took little joy in the surroundings which had so enchanted her before. Despite her pall of guilt and the compulsion to chastise herself for her humiliating conduct, her thoughts turned more and more to Don Frazier. She found herself watching the hands of the clock again, listening for the ring of the phone. The peal of the door chimes startled her out of her lethargy, and she couldn't suppress a surge of renewed hope. The unexpected visitor was only Bea Wilson, but Nancy was so grateful at the sight of her warm, friendly face that she burst into a flood of tears on Bea's sympathetic shoulder.
"Nancy...Nancy, honey...what on earth is the matter?" She sat down beside the sobbing girl and waited in patient silence for the flow of grief to subside.
"Oh, Bea...I...I'm sooo miserable!" Nancy gulped as the tears dried on her cheeks.
"There now, child, nothing can possibly be that bad," Bea soothed as she patted the shaking shoulders.
"You just don't know...I was so horrible, and I'm so ashamed. I don't know whatever got into me, how I could act that way!"
"All right, Nancy, tell Bea all about it. You'll feel better if you get it off your mind." She couldn't imagine what this babe in the woods could possibly do that would be 'horrible,' and she felt as sorry for her as she was able to feel for anyone.
Nancy needed little encouragement to unburden her distressing feelings of guilt and as much as she could remember of the turbulent events of the night before tumbled from her lips. She even allowed Bea to catch a glimpse of her fervent longing for Donald Frazier. "So you see, Bea, why I feel so ashamed and...and...dirty! How can I expect any decent man to fall in love with me when I can do such a perfectly terrible thing? Having intercourse with someone like Harry...a total stranger was bad enough...but to go after a boy only fifteen!
If Bea hadn't felt so sorry for Nancy she would have burst out laughing at the pitifully young tale of woe. She was thoroughly familiar with the hectic parties that had been taking place in the apartment next to Nancy's. For over six months, whenever Jack's parents were away overnight and that was frequently, the noise of the boisterous revels had rent the night air and interfered with the peaceful quiet of her own apartment and balcony. She had heard more than enough to know that although they might be young-they were by no means innocent.
In no uncertain terms she brought Nancy up to date as to what had been going on with those sophisticated merrymakers. "I assure you, honey, if that boy Jack was still a virgin it certainly wasn't for lack of trying! You just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, so don't give it another thought," she concluded. "Besides, they're moving at the end of the week at the request of the management."
Nancy was thankful for that as she'd dreaded even meeting the boy in the hall or elevator. Bea's rationality lent a new perspective to the whole affair and did much to ease the acuteness of her feeling of guilt and shame. Just being able to unburden her problems to a sympathetic listener had gone a long way toward relieving her mind. By the time Bea left she was more or less at peace with herself and began to realize the futility of looking backward. This brought the distressing thought to mind that perhaps she had attached too much significance to Don's love-making.
When he still hadn't called by the time she was getting ready for bed, her apprehension grew. Had she been too bold with him? His ardor had seemed to more than equal hers and she'd been positive he was strongly attracted to her. Could it be possible that was his way with all women? Did he think she was too easily had? After what had happened last night she began to fear that was the impression she gave without meaning to intentionally do so.
She continued to keep her lonely vigil near the silent telephone all of the following day. Still no call from Don, and she was finally forced to draw the conclusion that just because she'd fallen in love with him, it didn't necessarily follow that he felt the same way toward her. She had worked herself to a pitch of desperation, self-pity, and longing when the phone finally did ring that night.
CHAPTER ll
A voice she didn't recognize responded to her choked hello, and it took some seconds for it to sink in that the caller was Don's partner Harold Stone. In her bitter disappointment she was hardly aware of what was being said, and not until she'd hung up did she realize that she had agreed to spend the next day at the beach with him. Well why not? No man had any right to expect her to hang around the house just waiting for him to call!
Harold Stone (please call me Hal as my friends do, for I know we're going to be the best of friends!) picked her up at noon. They were going to a little shack on the bay that belonged to one of his friends. He quickly added that it was a convenient base for a day at the shore: handy place to stow away your gear and cool the beer, y know. He exerted his considerable charm to keep Nancy entertained during the fairly short drive to Laguna and there were several minutes at a time when she didn't even think of Donald Frazier. A more experienced woman would have cried wolf by the time they were halfway there, but experience with a skirt-chaser of Hal's ilk Nancy certainly didn't have. His approach did much to restore her bruised ego, and when they reached their destination she was in an almost gay, relaxed mood.
The 'little shack' turned out to be a low, beautifully modern cliff house, almost hidden in the rocky crags of a small secluded inlet with its own private beach. Nancy donned the wisp of gold bikini in one of the four bedrooms, then almost didn't dare leave the room. The two scraps of material blended so perfectly with the color of her pale bronze tan that her body in the full length mirror appeared to be au naturel. Taking a deep breath, then expelling it quickly as she saw that was a dangerous thing to do, she joined Hal at the well-stocked bar.
A gasp of delight escaped him at the sight of Nancy's voluptuous golden curves. Its to his credit that he didn't whistle; far better men would have. The high hemispheres of her breasts swelled above the tiny bandeau, pointed nipples etched sharply in the shimmering gold, and a faint streak of blonde down beaconed from the indentation of her navel to the graceful curve of the barely covered muff of pubic hair. Jesus, Hal thought, Don can't be right about a cunt with a body like that! She's the type that is born to be fucked to death! Since he was just the type to try to do it, he added a small white drop of ominous looking liquid to her drink at the back bar in case Don might be right.
As he rounded the bar with their drinks in his hands, Nancy had a shock of her own. Hal's broad-shouldered muscular body was deeply tanned and the trunks he was wearing, not much more than a loin cloth, were an identical brown. They not only gave a naked appearance to his body, but emphasized the marked protrusion of the genital structure, which was a little larger than normal as Hal's eyes gloated over her body. Noting the startled expression on Nancy's face, he was careful to keep his tone lightly casual.
"Grab the towels over there, Nancy, and the lotion, and let's have a drink on the beach before we take a swim."
As she followed him down the steeply winding path, Nancy chided herself for being foolish at the twinge of apprehension she'd felt inside the house. She couldn't mistrust everyone! They spread the huge towels on the sandy rise near the waters edge. High ocean breakers lunged at the shoreline with a loud roar, but here in the small bay the gentle tide licked at the white sand with a mere whisper. The early afternoon sun was hot on their near naked bodies as Nancy and Hal sipped the tall drinks.
"Down the hatch, girl. Let's get some sun-tan lotion on you before that golden skin turns red." He poured oil in his hands and began working it into Nancy's legs as she drained her glass. She lay back with a sigh of pleasure, feeling deliciously warmed by the sun, the drink and his gentle touch. He ran his hands over the dainty arch of her feet, over the round calves, working the oil into one leg and then the other. Nancy sighed and bent one leg at the knee so it swayed rhythmically as he poured a little oil directly on her thighs and kneaded the soft smooth flesh there.
"Mmmmmm...That feels good," she sighed and stretched her arms above her head. The movement freed her breasts from the narrow band and the red nipples pointed toward the sun as though straining for its rays. She ground her hips into the sand as his hands fluttered over the triangle of gold cloth between her thighs and settled on her swelling breasts.
"Lovely," Hal murmured. "Do you know those are the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen?"
She swung the heavy globes from side to side for him to admire and giggled, "I'm glad you like them, sir!"
Nancy felt delightfully silly and thought this was a lovely game with the hot sun doing strange things to her body. All of her inhibitions had somehow miraculously melted away. Hal was pouring more oil in his hands and lusting over those dancing nipples.
"They're burning up, Hal! Oil them...hurry!"
"Are they getting hot, honey?" He slathered oil on the firm round flesh then worked it into the nipples. He took each nipple in turn in both palms and rubbed and kneaded in a dry washing motion until they expended almost a half inch in length. They grew like tiny cocks in the masturbating stroke of his palms. His own cock was straining at the supporter and he reached down and eased it out.
Nancy wiggled out of the brief panties like a naughty little girl. Funny! That was just how she was beginning to feel, like a six year old at her birthday party eager for all the goodies in the world!
"Here's a toy for you to play with, little girl. It's your turn to pour a little oil on me."
Nancy's whole body felt as swollen and throbbing as her quivering nipples, and needles of excitement pricked at every nerve. She ran her hands over her hips, stroked her flat tummy, then cupped her breasts and held them up to admire the oiled nipples shinning like elongated maraschino cherries in the sun. Or were they round red all-day suckers? She leaned forward and licked at one of the red tips with her tongue. Cherry, raspberry, strawberry? Nope, she laughed, just a sort of wintergreen. But who ever heard of red wintergreen? Peppermint! That must be it, even if there weren't any white swirls. It not only tasted pretty good but felt marvelous so she bent her head again and sucked hard at the exquisite morsel. Then harder yet because the reaction between her legs surprised her. She put her other hand to the pulsing slit in the nest of hair and fingered the warm moisture oozing there. That felt so good she let the long nipple fall from her mouth.
"Wet pussy!" she cried happily to Hal.
"Wet cunt, baby, wet fuckin' cunt. Enough of that now, try this." He put some oil in the palms of her hands and placed them on his up-thrust waving penis. Boy, he thought, this one is way out, but so far her little trip is fine with me...."Nice big cock for you!"
Nancy leaned over the rigid cock with a crooning murmur and gently laved it with oil. She stared at the tiny mouth running her fingers lightly around it careful not to let the oil seep inside, though sticky white droplets of semen were oozing slowly from within. The male lubrication mixed with the oil as she slowly massaged the crimson blood-pressured head. Wintergreen, she wondered? She took a long swipe with her tongue and savored it with her lips. No, it had a more pungent taste. She bent for another sample.
Hal grabbed wildly at her hair and almost shouted, "No...no, not yet...play with it a while!"
Nancy gave him an obedient smile and returned to her task. Her thighs were writhing against the side of his hip and she wanted desperately to straddle his body and impale her cunt on his cock. C and c, almost rhyme! She rotated the now huge and throbbing head a few more times then began massaging the thick outer skin back and forth up and down the rock-hard rod. Hal's hips began moving in unison and he groaned aloud.
"Is Baby hurting her big man."
"Christ no...don't stop, just take it easy!"
Her hands had reached the springy brown curls at the base of this wonderful toy and as she leaned closer to explore the testicles hanging underneath, one of her breasts brushed the smooth rubbery head. She moaned at the exquisite sensation that stabbed through her at the contact and took one hand and massaged the swollen aureole and tapering nipple with his lust-hardened cock. The two made little kissing clucks as they caressed each other. Hal could stand it no longer.
"Enough," he croaked from between parched lips. "Suck it...jack it off!"
The panting girl was wild for it now and she took the whole of the head in her mouth with moist hot pressure and her lips nibbled at the thrusting rod as her tongue licked at the dilating tip. It lunged into her mouth and she licked and sucked harder and harder. Her hand lightened round the hard stem and moved up and down faster and faster. She sucked the bloated head as far back in her mouth as it would go and suddenly it seemed to explode. The burning thick sperm shot into her throat almost choking her with its delicious warmth. She threw her thigh over his leg and pressed her screaming pelvis against the hard muscular calf and rubbed the open cunt back and forth with violent motion. As she sucked and swallowed the fluid spurting from deep in his balls a white heat burst in her thrashing loins and she continued to heave and jerk convulsively against his leg long after she had sucked him dry and his penis slid limply from her mouth.
Hal lay panting for breath when Nancy finally disentangled herself from his leg and nestled at his side. She laughed happily from between lips beginning to cake with the drying seed of life.
"No, that definitely wasn't wintergreen!"
She rested a few minutes then jumped to her feet and grabbed his hand, "Come on! I feel all icky and want to go in the water!"
They frolicked and splashed and rinsed each other off then went back and flopped down on the sand. Suddenly Nancy began to cry, much to Hal's alarm.
"What's the matter Nancy? Come on tell old Hal all about it." He had another date that night and hoped this one would be coming out of it soon.
"Oh, Hal," she sobbed, "its just that you've been so sweet to me, and I've been so unhappy...."
like show-and-tell at school Nancy poured out all that had happened to her since Carl's death with snatches of vivid detail. Bea, the masseuse, Dr. Seaman, group therapy, Bob and his fetish-she unloaded it all in his attentive ears. Fortunately she ran down before she got to Don Frazier and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Hal stood up and admired the beautiful naked body spread-eagled on the sand, then he went thoughtfully up to the house. He returned with a color camera in his hand. Whew, he thought, Don will never believe this, as he focused the lens on her sleeping naked form.
From various angles he took several shots of Nancy as she lay sprawled in voluptuous ease. Kneeling at one side he captured the full impact of her bared breasts, their long ruby nipples thrust provocatively to the sun. He straightened and took a shot of her face, still bloated with passion. Her eyes were half opened, the pupils rolled back under the lids giving an impression of lustful wantonness rather than sleep. A thin string of semen hanging from her slack lips appeared to be the salivating moisture of desire. Her usually smoothly coiffed blonde hair was in a tangle of wet disarray on her sandy shoulders. The sum total of the portrait presented a pose of licentious abandon.
Hal next moved with a sly grin to Nancy's feet and carefully aimed his camera at the shining bronze triangle between her legs. Not quite content with her position, he spread her legs further apart and lifted one knee so her thighs were opened wide. Uttering a pleased grunt he stepped back and refocused on the exposed genital area. The pink water-puckered flesh of her vaginal lips gaped lewdly in the soft furrow of curly pubic hair. Droplets of inner juice glistened like a row of tiny pearls from the distended cunt to the tiny anus ring nestled in the crevice of her soft, smooth buttocks.
Grinning with satisfaction Hal clicked busily away with the shutter. His face wore the expression of a man pleased with a job well done when at last he swung the camera strap over one shoulder. He lifted the sleeping girl in his arms and made his way back to the ocean-side house with a jaunty swagger despite the steep incline of the path.
Nancy stirred sluggishly as Hal stretched her body on a low, wide divan over-looking the flat blue expanse of ocean. He was at the bar mixing a drink when she called to him in a plaintive voice. "Daddy-man, Nancy is soooo thirsty...please?"
She raised herself on one elbow and peered through the sun-shaded room in the direction of the sound of tinkling ice cubes. But the bronzed figure coming towards her with a tall glass in his hand couldn't be her father...for he wasn't wearing any clothes at all! His flat muscular stomach was tufted with silky curls only slightly darker than the brown of his skin. They merged into a bushy nest, below which she could see a long, dangling, slightly swollen appendage. No, Daddy wouldn't walk bare naked around the house with his penis hanging out...would he? She closed her eyes and shook her head to disperse the cobwebs spinning in her brain and thought, "Maybe I'm dreaming, when I open my eyes the strange naked man will be gone!" But her eyes opened to the sight of the fleshy rod swinging only inches away from her face, and she felt a strong arm lifting her to a sitting position.
"Here you are, little one. Drink this down for Uncle Hal and you'll feel better." He held the cool glass to her dry lips and she gulped the sharp tangy liquid obediently. Though she was sure she had never had an Uncle Hal. Oh well...She lay back on the soft cushions and stretched and yawned in a feline motion of sensual pleasure.
Hal had gone back to the bar and was drinking his own Scotch and soda. He stood admiring the golden body luxuriating on the couch and felt the stirring of renewed desire. Jesus, Nancy-baby was one sweet piece of ass and that was just what he intended to get, by God! At first he'd been hesitant about feeding her another blast, but then he decided-to hell with the date he'd made for tonight! A chance at a juicy little ass fuck like this was too good to pass up. He drained the glass with a decisive gesture as he felt the old heat starting to pound in his groin.
Nancy watched the lower area of his body with increasing interest. The muscles in his stomach rippled with a faint twitching roll and the brown pubic hair was riffled by the ocean breeze sweeping through an open window. The hanging penis was gradually swelling before her fascinated gaze. It was inflating slowly like a long balloon, as though air were being pumped into it from the heavy round bellows hanging at its base. It was lighter in color than the deep brown of his body, more of a pale cafe au lait, but tanned enough to have been stretched out to bathe in the sun's rays. (Actually, careful applications of a sun lamp during gentle masturbation had created this desired effect.)
The conical head at the tip of the expanding shaft was also swelling, and intensified in color from pale red to a deep, vibrant magenta. It grew larger before her eyes as Hal strolled toward her with an undulating gate, and she could see the small rosy mouth at the very tip. It pulsed and gasped at a drip of whitish moisture being emitted from its throat.
By the time Hal reached the couch on which Nancy was slowly writhing, the huge cock had expanded to its full, enormous length. It jutted straight out from the mound of mahogany-brown curls, and tilted slightly upward in long, hard erection. The blood-pressured head was a taut-skinned, bulbous knob throbbing at the end of a shaft at least eight inches long, and as big around as her fist. The sperm-filled balls hung half-way to his knees, suspended twin walnuts encased in their prickly outer shell.
Nancy's hand reached out involuntarily to fondle them, and she squeezed them back and forth in the loose covering of flesh.
Hal swayed on his feet. "Careful, baby, not too hard with my nuts." His voice roughened with passion and his hips rolled with the motion of her kneading fingers.
"Mmmmm, I like those," Nancy purred. She straightened from her leaning position and took his erect penis in her other hand. She stretched her fingers in an effort to encircle it, and stroked the skin gently back and forth over the sinewy core of its trunk. She could feel it wriggle in her hand like a struggling reptile and a warm drop of its hot, white venom oozed from the open tip and fell on her wrist. The glutinous drop sent a shiver of excitement through her arm to her swelling breasts. With a vague remembrance of having enjoyed this before, she pressed her lips hungrily to the darkly throbbing penis-head and thrust the tip of her tongue in the pulsing glans-tip. Pin-pricks of tingling delight stabbed through her and she felt her pussy start to throb, and a warm moisture began to spread between her thighs.
"Oh, no you don't my little cocksucker!" Hal backed hastily away from her pursed lips. "Not this time. We're going to have some fun my way now."
Nancy was leaning half-way off the couch, aglow with longing for the object of her desire-withdrawn so cruelly from her reach. "Ohhh...give it back to me...please! I want to kiss your cock...I want it. . . its mine!" Her voice rose to a demanding shriek.
"Don't worry, babe, you're going to get it all right! Every inch of it and every last drop Upsy-daisy now!" He grasped her underneath her arms with a firm grip and deftly rolled her over on her stomach.
His wet penis slapped against her hips as he mounted the couch and knelt over her. He reached under her struggling body and palmed the full, swaying breasts, and tugged her into a crouching position on her hands and knees. Nancy's howls of helpless protest settled to low mewling sighs as his hands began to knead at her breasts hanging like two swollen pendulums. His fingers pulled at the nipples, and they lengthened until the erect tips brushed the rough texture of the couch. His hands moved to her belly and the freed breasts swung back and forth. The friction of the harsh material as it grazed the long nipples sent needle-sharp thrills dancing through Nancy's body. Her breath came in labored gasps with a rasping sound.
Hal's fingers probed at the muscles of her stomach, kneading and pressing at the pulpy flesh until she writhed in a mounting tide of desire. It spread like wild-fire to her throbbing and twisting pelvis as his strong fingers twined roughly in her pubic hair. They tugged at the roots of the silky curls, and sent delicious stabs of pain through the walls of her vagina and deep into her flowing cunt. His rigid cock was slapping at the separation of her upraised buttocks, the swollen head slobbering wetly against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
"Ohhh, Hal, please...put it in me...fuck me....! Agggh...it's driving me wild!" Her voice gurgled with passion from her constricted throat.
"Soon, honey. Soon...you're almost ready now." He crouched back on his haunches and stilled her madly rotating buttocks with his hands. He kissed their smooth quivering cheeks and nibbled at the smooth white flesh with sharp little bites. The fragrant skin grew hot and flushed beneath his teeth and glistened with warm beads of perspiration. Nancy revolved her stinging buttocks against his wetly sucking lips, and an alien sensation of increased excitement swept through her with a lusting drive.
His hot mouth kissed its way to the deep crevice between the round fleshy globes as he grasped them and drew them apart. His tongue licked at the tiny pulse beating at the very base of her spine, and it sent a tingle up her back to the hollow at the nape of her neck. As his fingers worked to distend her quivering buttock cheeks she felt the strain on her anus as the skin stretched taut around it. Her legs spread further apart of their own accord to help him.
He cupped the full, widely separated cheeks of her ass and he could see the pinkish-brown, rubbery-fleshed ring of her tiny anus. "Ahhhhh...you tight little darling," he moaned and licked moistly up and down the entire length of the open crevice with feverish intensity. He circled the throbbing puckered hole with his tongue, then thrust it into the fleshy opening, the thick saliva from his mouth lubricating the expanding ring. He could feel his swollen cock thrashing and pounding between his thighs, straining upward in such fury that the blood-filled bloated head was smacking wetly at his stomach.
Nancy groaned and twisted beneath him, her body a molten stream of aroused desire. Never had she endured such tantalizing torment as the lashing tongue licking at her defenseless rectal orifice. Her whole backside was on fire and she screwed her buttocks around his mouth. Suddenly its warm, wet pressure was gone and she cried aloud in frustration, "Nooo, don't stop! Don't leave me...I can't bear it....!" She swayed back and forth on her hands and knees like a wounded animal.
"Hush...my lovely little pussy...hush, now. The best is yet to come...never fear...Hal isn't going to leave his little darlin'. "
Then she felt his finger gently rubbing and probing at the rubbery inlet to her rectum. A groan bubbled from her throat as the finger kneaded relentlessly at the tender flesh and stroked the nether ring with little circling motions. His finger prodded at the quivering mouth. It contracted at the first hint of pain, then the tiny puckered ring expanded to admit his probing finger. A piercing scream burst from Nancy's lips as the foreign object plunged into her rectal passage with a rending thrust. Gradually the sharp stab of pain subsided into a strangely delicious sensation of exquisite sensual pleasure as the hard finger explored the smooth brown walls of the throbbing tunnel.
The distended anal passage uttered a windy murmur of protest as Hal's caressing finger was slowly withdrawn. He hunched forward on his knees and thrust his pelvis tight to Nancy's wildly rotating buttocks. The abrupt motion wedged the hardness of his cock between her thighs and the long pole lay extended in the open furrow of her pulsing cunt. Nancy squirmed down on the inflated rod, and ground her hips against his groin as she slid furiously back and forth in a fierce attempt to rub out the fire flaming between her legs.
Hal jerked backward and drew the bulging head of his cock to rest at the rear entrance of her body. It slobbered hotly at the tiny puckered anus ring and suddenly the crazed girl was mad to have him enter her body through the burning channel of her rectum.
"Yes...yes....!" she begged, "Fuck me there! Screw my ass-hole!" Her hand reached back under her body and stroked the hairy testicles swaying between her legs. "Oooo...please....!" Her pleading voice was thick with passion, and she pushed her hips to him in a desperate effort to impale her aching body on the bulbous knob pressing against her.
Hal fingered the giant battering ram and wormed the bloated gland harder into the crevice of her buttocks. It probed and worked at the throbbing hole, then with a quick thrust the huge swollen head popped inside as the straining nether ring gave way to its pressure. Nancy screamed in agony as the punishing fleshy bulb entered her, and almost si-multaniously a loud bang echoed the high note of her scream.
Following the sharp slam of the heavy front door rapid footsteps crossed the floor with long strides, and a resounding whack on Hal's bare bottom rudely dislodged his penis from the entrance to Nancy's enflamed body. She fell forward on the couch and sprawled flat on her stomach, moaning and whimpering in shocked frustration. Hal lost his balance as he rocked back on his heels and tumbled to the floor. He leaned back against the couch, the huge red cock erect and dripping in the air, and let out a howl of anger. "Dammit-to-hell! What the fucking shit you think you're doing!! !"
"Harold, you old sonofabitch, what's the big idea of standing me up?" The big voice boomed in Nancy's ears as she tried to focus her passion-glazed eyes on the figures hulking over them. All she could discern through the blur of drugged desire was that the intruders were two young men clad only in brief swimming trunks, The muscles of their almost naked bodies bulged and rippled in the low rays of the setting sun shining through the expanse of glassed wall at her back.
"And what in hell do you think I'm down here for? When you didn't show I got hold of Bill, and we drove down for a quick dip and a little fun. Didn't expect to find you here with a broad!"
"Goddammit...you could at least knock," Hal sputtered. Even his swollen penis seemed to flutter in annoyed agitation.
"Knock?" The man roared with laughter. "You were knocking away so friggin' hard at that little ass-hole the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your friggin' cock!"
"Mind your own damn business, Bud. Can't you see you're interrupting a private party?" Hal cradled his genital appendage in his fists as though to keep it warm and ready.
"Invite us, man, invite us!" Bill, who had been eyeing Nancy's nude body hungrily, spoke up for the first time. "It won't take me very long to get in the right mood for this pretty little pussy." As he talked he was sliding his trunks down from his flat hips. As they slipped past his thighs his pale penis sprang forth, already in the swelling stage of erection.
The word 'party' caught at Nancy's drugged attention and sounded like a most wonderful idea. She turned over on her back with a wriggle of delight, her full, pointed breasts gleaming like globes of molten gold in the sunset. The long tapered nipples glowed like twin coals of fire in beds of rosy embers. The two men stared in lustful admiration at the jutting breasts, their cocks slowly rising to attention between their legs.
"Oooh yes! Let's all have a party!" Nancy squealed and struggled up unsteadily from the couch. Reaching out for support her hand grabbed at Bill's extended penis and it grew and hardened in her grasp as he hastily kicked his shorts aside.
"Wow Hal, where'd you find this hot little bitch?" He was breathing heavily and braced his legs as she hung onto him. He undulated his hips back and forth to create an agitating friction as the swollen cock moved and jerked in her fingers.
"Now just hold everything a minute, you two sonsabitches. I didn't 'find' her, I made her this way. And just remember that I happen to be the host around here and I'm damn well going to finish what I started before you bastards broke in!" He pulled Bill from Nancy's grasp and she staggered and collapsed to her hands and knees on the floor.
"Okay...Hal...Okay," Bud's deeper voice broke in with a placating tone. "Don't get your balls in an uproar. There's plenty here to go around, enough for all of us."
But the sight of the trio of protruding cocks extended in the air intensified the frenzy of Nancy's passion. She tugged frantically at the pair of legs standing nearest to her shaking body. Bill dropped to his knees and thrust his tongue in her panting mouth, caressing her swinging breasts with avid fingers. He stretched them downward with long strokes in a milking rhythm until the thin mammary juices seeped warmly to his pulling fingertips from the elongated nipples.
With the quick twist of a limbo dancer he maneuvered the full length of his body under hers. A spasm of delight coursed through Nancy at the pressure of his cool flesh on her feverishly hot body, and her skin rippled with sensuous pleasure. His dripping penis nuzzled at her stomach with moist kisses of seminal fluid and burned into her belly. She moaned softly as she arched higher on her knees and reached beneath her to grasp the tantalizing prick. Her groping fingers settled on the high ridge of swollen muscle pulsing at the base of his penis that led to the sperm-laden balls. They pinched and kneaded at the damp, sweaty fold of skin until Bill groaned and slid his hips deeper along her body to place his throbbing penis within her hand. Nancy seized the swollen member and guided it to her waiting pussy. With a rapier-like thrust Bill plunged his broad thick rod into the quivering flanges of her vagina. It rammed into her body and filled the slippery walls with an exquisite pain. The soft vaginal folds sucked thirstily at the swollen shaft as it drove in and out of her straining cuntal passage.
As she bounced wildly up and down on the thrusting cock within her cunt Nancy felt the sharp bones of Hal's pelvis push tightly against the soft globes of her gyrating buttocks. The pressure rekindled the fire in the sensitive flesh, still flushed and tingling from the sharp nibbles of his teeth. With rough fingers he spread the bruised ass-cheeks, and she felt the blood-pressured head of his angry cock probing at the tiny inflamed anal ring and worming its way slowly inside the smooth brown passage.
Her body was madly out of control, consumed by the flames of wild, passionate desire. Her pelvis ground down on the flailing cock within her as if she could never get enough of it. She wanted to draw it into her womb and never let it go. Low guttural animal sounds poured from her throat. So overwhelming was her need that she felt herself literally choking.
Bud, the 'friend' who was to have been Hal's date that evening, had so far been only a spectator to the lewd proceedings. Though his two friends were bisexual, he seldom made any pretense that he was other than what he actually was-an active homosexual constantly on the make. Perhaps the reason no pretense was necessary was that he was outwardly the most masculine of men. His blonde body was that of a Nordic god, his mobile face ruggedly handsome. The resonant timbre of his deep voice could, and did, charm the female populace. For he was a rapidly rising star in motion pictures where he was in his element. Not because of his leading ladies or the little starlets who fluttered around him, but because he could pick and choose from among the simpering group of chorus boys who fawned over his manly physique. A pitiful waste to the womanhood of America.
At first, with the exception of his aroused genital organ, he had observed the bisexual performance with the negligent grace of a golden statue. Impatiently waiting for the other men to satisfy Nancy's undeniable demands, he felt a growing concern that her devouring lust would leave them drained and impotent for the rest of the evening. The sight of Hal's wriggling buttocks increased his own desire and he manipulated his magnificent penis with his long slender fingers until he could stand it no longer and had to have the satisfaction of warm wet flesh around it. He came up behind Hal with the swollen offering in his hand, and stooped to make contact with his friend's jiggling behind.
He gave his prick a long stroke into final readiness and spit into his hand, and added to the inner moisture seeping from the bulbous head with the saliva from his mouth. No sooner had the slippery head touched the cleft of the rotating buttocks before Hal twisted his head over his shoulder with an angry snarl.
"Jesus Christ, you bastard, get your god damned cock away from my ass! I'm getting my kicks first I told you!"
"Fuck you too....!" The touch of Hal's ass-cheeks had agitated his desire almost beyond endurance, and he stumbled blindly to the apex of the fucking threesome. He dropped to his knees and shoved the throbbing head of his fearsome tool at Nancy's mouth as an almost soundless scream of grateful lust bubbled up from her throat and escaped her wildly sucking lips.
She screamed again and again as a howling chorus of pain and agonized ecstasy shrieked like demons through every nerve in her body. For Hal's searing male bigness had sliced through the fleshy defenses of her rectum as if they were so much soft butter to gain rapacious, deep plunging entry to her body.
So overwhelming was her drugged desire that she felt herself literally choking when the slobbering head of Bud's cock was thrust before her face. Her open, gasping lips stretched wide to stuff her hungry mouth with the hot searching cock.
"Suck it off for me, bitch, swallow it...suck...harder...harder....!" He rammed the distended farce of his manhood with a vicious jab deep in her sucking, gulping throat. She could hardly breathe as her lips and tongue worked with avid delight at the strangling cudgel.
Her entire body was a cavity of lust...She wanted more...more! Every fiber of her being cried out with pulsing, pounding demand. She wanted to be filled in every crevice, in every aching, open pore of her flesh...with the hard, round swollen shafts-the instruments of all desire. Bitter tears coursed down her bloated cheeks from sightless eyes as the furies within her pounded back at the inflamed erections pummeling at her body.
She bounced wildly up and down, harder and faster, rhythmically in frenzied motion with the shaft impaling her from below. Her straining buttocks rotated in lewd circles on the huge rod skewering her from behind. Her mouth gulped and sucked with demented madness at the lust-hardened cock battering at her throat. Every muscle in her body jerked and quivered under the punishing assault.
Nancy was a bursting, throbbing mass of lust-deranged flesh as the beginning throes of orgasm finally rocked through her violated, naked form. Pounding and prodding almost in unison, the three cocks climaxed and burst within her. Great sensual waves of scalding seminal fluid flooded through her tortured body, filling every vein with an endless stream of searing, blinding passion. A harsh animal cry choked through the liquid fire of hot cum pouring down her throat. Her body tightened and contracted, as though caught from within by the eye of a hurricane. It tottered on the brink of infinity, lost in a heart-beat of time...Then it exploded in a towering fury of great white heat. There was no reality...no feeling, sight or sound...only the silent scream of the world coming to an end within her mindless frame.
CHAPTER 12
Harold Stone was by no means a vicious man. Undoubtedly he was hedonistic and vain but those are frequently inherent tendencies. Neither was he stupid, for had he been that he wouldn't have been holding down the position of law partner to Donald Frazier. But there is no question but what he was a jealous man, most especially where his partner was concerned. He envied Don's tall rugged looks; his easy inheritance of the firm; his effortless attraction to women. He was particularly jealous of Don's youth, for which there could certainly be no remedy as the age gap would be eternally the same.
For once Hal felt he had the upper hand over his partner and he went to the office on Monday morning with great relish, several Polaroid snapshots secure in his attach' case. It wasn't until the end of the business day that he had the opportunity to explode his bombshell. He wandered into Don's office and threw out a casual remark.
"By the way Don, remember that little blonde widow we ran into a while back."
Remember her! Nancy had been on his mind ever since he'd rushed so ungallantly from her door! "Mrs. Martin, you mean? Of course, she's a client," he answered brusquely.
"Well that's one chick you were wrong about and you sure passed up a good thing, pal."
First he proceeded to describe the ball he'd had with Nancy, omitting only a few of the nuances of the game they played. And he naturally didn't mention the hallucinatory potion added to the drinks.
Don listened to Hal's lewd recital hardly believing his ears and too stunned to interrupt. When Hal paused for breath at the swimming incident Don practically hurdled his desk to reach him and grab him violently by the lapels.
"You Goddamn lying fucking sonofabitch!" he roared shaking the smaller man like a wet terrier. "I'm going to beat the shit out of you. Why....!"
"Hold on, hold on!" Hal gasped reaching in his pocket. "Th...th...there," he stuttered as he flung a handful of pictures on the desk. "Take a look at those!"
Only one landed right side up and caught Don's eye. Even through a red mist of anger the golden hair and slope of the bronzed throat and bust were unmistakable. He released Hal from his furious grasp and stared almost unseeingly as his partner straightened the photos and couldn't resist finishing his tale.
Don caught only snatches of what Hal was saying, "Went home with this woman...then the masseuse...that head-shrinker was no fool...a girl and a cat, imagine...."
His eyes slowly cleared and focused on the naked form outstretched on the sand. Against his will they traveled over the shinning flesh that seemed to undulate before his eyes. But it was a film of unshed tears that caused the illusion. With the snort of an angry bull Don swept the pasteboards into a pile and drew his hand away as if it had been scorched by a flame.
"Take...those...and get out of her quick before I change my mind and do thrash you within an inch of your miserable life." His voice was deadly calm but Hal was frightened by the fire in Don's eye and he quietly did as he was ordered.
Hal closed the door behind him with shaking fingers. Jesus! He'd seen his partner get angry on occasion but never in such a towering rage as that. If he'd any idea that blonde meant so much to Don....! He almost regretted telling him about her, almost but not quite.
When Hal had gone Don Frazier sat for a long while with his head in his hands. He had left Nancy alone for a cooling off period, mostly on his part. For he knew he was falling in love with the lovely young widow and didn't want to rush her or frighten her with the desire he had been unable to control. His first rage had turned to sorrow and then back to anger and disgust-with himself as much as Nancy. Sweet young girl! Don turned out the lights, slammed out of the office and headed for the nearest bar.
* * *
The lurid details of Nancy's excursion on that lovely day in late spring vanished as completely as the rays of the setting sun in the fog-laden clouds of evening. The garbled sequence of the events of her drugged journey into a fantasy world of mind and body crawled into some deeply hidden inner recess of her brain. They remained buried in subconscious memory as the effects of the hallucinatory drug which Hal had administered wore off.
The drug he'd given to Nancy was an experimental consciousness-expanding agent concocted in the laboratory of a pal of his who was a chemist. They shared a common interest in exploring new avenues of erotic sensuality and sexual stimulation.
However neither of them had had any forewarning or anticipation of how beneficial the effect it had on Nancy would prove to be for Hal and the other two men. The nefarious compound might be an aphrodisiac, or it might engender great disgust at the very thought of sex. It might have released rage or brought on an attack of timidity in which even a kitten would have loomed as ominous and fearful as a lion to the girl's drugged senses. It might have called forth great imaginings of creativity-completely new perceptions of heart-breaking beauty, or it might have filled Nancy with cringing, impotent self-horror.
The untried drug differed in this respect from the typical narcotic: marijuana, heroin, cocaine-all have predictable patterns, depending on the stage of use. Its properties bordered on those of LSD, working rather on the law of opposites. In Nancy's case it released the submerged portion of her emotions-her frustrated desires for a normal sexual affair. Unfortunately for her, her partners were of a different inclination. She was extremely lucky, though, that the after-effects of the drug were nil and the whole sordid affair was banished from conscious remembrance.
* * *
In the aftermath of the orgy Hal had looked down at Nancy's ravished, semen-dripping body. As he returned to the semblance of sanity, his passion of lust assuaged and he trembled with a growing sense of fearful horror. Jesus...what if the drug had seriously impaired the girl's mind or body in some intangible way? For the moment he was frightened by his own reckless abandon in his unthinking use of her sensations. As he bent over to inspect Nancy's prostrate form a relieved sigh of thankfulness escaped his lips. For the sleeping girl breathed with the soft, gentle rhythm of restful slumber; a sweet smile of contentment hovered on her semen covered lips.
Bill lay gently snoring at her side, but Bud was perched on the couch in disgruntled silence, his depleted penis hanging forlornly between his legs.
"Come on you bastard, get up off your fat ass and help me," Hal ordered him.
"Help you...help you do what?" Bud grumbled. "You sure as hell don't look any more ready to go again than I do." He eyed his deflated member in disgust.
"Not that way, you over-sexed gift to man. Help me with Nancy...we've got to get this girl cleaned up."
"Cleaned UP! Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind?"
"Come on, I mean it. I can't take her home in a mess like that."
"Whatta ya mean, you 'can't'? Is her husband going to beat up on you or something? Or are you afraid of her mother?"
Hal was rapidly losing patience with this new great lover of the silver screen. If he grew too openly indiscreet or his peculiar peccadilloes became too widely suspect, Bud had the backing of a major motion picture studio behind him. It could afford to go to great lengths to protect its considerable investment in its rising star. But Hal was rightly aware of the fact that no matter how much his own partner, Don Frazier, enjoyed playing around with the female sex, he would never countenance Hal's sodomistic leaning.
"She may not look it right now, but this girl is a pretty inexperienced, moral-type chick. She also just happens to be one of the richest accounts the firm of Fraziers and Stone has on the books.
You may not think so now, damn you, but you sure looked like you were having a ball with your cock in her mouth a while ago! So get a move on and help me get her into the bathroom."
"All right...all right," Bud gave in grudgingly, as he helped Hal lift the sleeping girl. Hal was too good a contact in his half-way world for Bud to risk losing his friendship.
Nancy's body remained lost in peaceful slumber while Hal filled the tub with warm soothing water, and added a generous amount of fragrant, healing oils. The two men awkwardly bathed and cleansed her soft flesh as gently as they would that of a child. They dried and powdered her pliant body, and dressed her carefully as she stirred in small motions of awakening. When Hal himself was fully clothed he carried the slowly rousing girl to the car.
They sped back to the city under the twinkling light of the first evening stars, and Nancy stretched and yawned at his side with a drowsy murmur of waking contentment.
* * *
Hal had driven Nancy home from the beach in the same genial mood as on the way there, but Nancy had re-entered her apartment with very little memory of the ride. In fact she felt vague about most of the afternoon after they'd had a drink on the beach. About all she retained was a pleasant, relaxed sensation of the hard sand beneath her, the hot sun baking into her body and a swim in the cold water. She must have fallen asleep on the beach for a long while, for her tan was certainly a lot deeper. She was strangely tired after such a lazy day and had difficulty in staying awake long enough to bathe and wash the sand from her hair.
Her last waking thoughts were that she must cut out drinking so much, and why hadn't Don called her?
Nancy moped around her apartment for the rest of the week-end and all day Monday. When her doorbell chimed that night she wondered who in the world would be bothering her at almost midnight. She'd just gotten out of the shower and belted her robe snugly at the waist as she went to open the door.
When she saw Don Frazier supporting his rangy frame with one hand on the door jamb she cried out in surprise.
"Why...Don....! Come on in!" Her heart gave a joyful leap as he brushed past her into the living room.
"Didn't expect it to be me, huh? You were waiting for some other stud, weren't you, babe?" His voice was slightly thick but every word was distinctly spoken in a tone of deadly quiet. A hard light glittered through his blurred eyes as he raked them over her body.
Nancy's fingers fluttered to the belt of her robe, drawing it tighter as she stared at the tall, slightly weaving figure. Don was blind, staggering drunk! An unreasonable chill of fear tingled down her spine and she looked at her love in shocked silence.
"Play old Don for a sucker...the poor little helpless widow. Shit! Fucking trollope, that's more like it, isn't it? Answer me, dammit!"
"Don...no...oh no...please, you don't know what you're saying!"
"I know what I'm saying all right. I've found out what you really are. Tease me, will you? Build a hot fire in my cock...obscene movie...with your big tits...then put on the shy act!" His sentences were becoming disjointed as he worked himself into a rage. Nancy stood trembling like a wounded animal. She gasped for breath as if each word were a pummeling blow at the pit of her stomach. Her eyes widened until they were enormous in her pallid face.
"You're a widow...tried to fool me. You know about the birds and bees. Cats too," Hal's story was a muddle in his brain. "Sure, cat'n pussy....'n men. How many men have had you? Ten-twenty-thirty? But not ol' Don, 'fraid to hurt you...Whore!" He lunged toward her and grabbed violently at the belt of her robe, ripping it from her waist.
Nancy stood there cowering, tears running down her cheeks as the robe fell open and she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't touch that cunt with a ten foot pole!"
He stood in front of her, his head swaying slightly from side to side like a wounded bull, and with a sudden bellow of pain he backhanded her across the mouth and stumbled blindly to the door. It slammed with a sharp crack behind him.
Don almost ran to the elevator and it wasn't until he was out on the street that he expelled the rasping breath from his aching chest. The sight of Nancy's naked body had brought an almost instant reaction to his penis. He looked down at the hard bulge with loathing. Getting into his car he drove erratically and stopped at the first brightly lighted bar he came to.
The entrance to the bar was designed in a pseudo-clever way that seems to be indigenous to southern California. It was disguised to look like the torso of a giant nude dancer. Going down the steps, Don descended into the nude body between its mammoth breasts. Inside, the club was not much different than any other discotheque in any city. The decor was a weird jumble of surrealistic posters, mod wall hangings, free-form sheets of shinning Plexiglas and flights of stairs going nowhere. Multi-colored baby spots beamed in arcs and circles and blinking stabs of blinding flashes of light. They acted as a giant catalyst to stir the room in a confusion of form and light.
Couples on the floor were frugging uninhibitedly to a loud staccato beat. Caught up in the mass hysteria of moving flesh they merged into the wild cacophony of light and sound. Two voluptuous red heads were rotating madly in huge gilded cages at the edge of the dance floor. Their costumes consisted of a few well placed scarlet feathers. Three other dancers were writhing in a blur of sizzling motion at the tops of the useless stairs. These girls were topless and their breasts swung in wild abandon as they interpreted the frug and the watusi. An appreciative male audience boisterously applauded the frenzied gyrations.
Don unsteadily pushed his way through the milling crowd to the bar. He knew he was very drunk. He ordered a drink and tried to bring the room into focus. The ever-changing kaleidoscope of vibrant color jabbed at his burning eyelids and the discordant melody of the jukebox assaulted his ears and penetrated the alcoholic mist of his mind. He thought with detached annoyance that eventually his head would shatter like brittle glass and lie in crystal splinters at his feet. In one gulp he owned a double V.O. and his head cleared a little.
He felt a soft breast burrowing his shoulder and a woman's hand caressed his arm. A vision of Nancy flashed through his head as the hard nipple pressed against his back, and the swelling started again in the crotch of his pants.
"Would you like a little company, hon?" a hoarse practiced voice whispered in his ear.
Don turned .on the stool and ran his eyes over the woman. Her hair was blonde, but a harsh brassy shade. Make-up was so lavishly applied to her face that the features were hard to distinguish. The soft breast was long and pendulous, hanging dejectedly to the roll of fat above her waist. A flood of revulsion engulfed him.
"Bitch!" he spat the word from his mouth and rushed headlong out of the bar.
"Piss on you too buddy," the woman screamed after him.
That the expletive wasn't directed at her she had no way of knowing. The words was hurled at Nancy, for as the sharp thrust of muscles in his groin his fury returned with renewed anguish. Why should he be denied when she was peddling her ass to a prick like Hal Stone? And God knows who else? If it was that easy he sure as hell was going to have some too. He slammed his car in gear and sped through the night back to her apartment.
CHAPTER 13
Nancy had thrown herself on the floor as Don stormed out the door and sobbed with the greatest desolation she had ever known. She finally crawled to the bed. Dropping the torn robe from her shaking body she crept between the cool sheets. Worn out by the rasping sobs that convulsed her she finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
She'd neglected to lock the door in the fury of Don's departure, so he had no trouble getting in when he returned. He stumbled over a chair in the dark living room and his loud "Damn it to hell!" woke Nancy instantly. Her first slumberous reaction was one of joyous relief but when he entered the bedroom everything he'd said came rushing back. She cried out and clutched the sheet to her chin as he fumbled for the switch and turned on the lights. His towering fury seemed to fill the room.
"So you're alone tonight? Poor lonely little widow!" his drunken voice was almost snarling.
Oh God Nancy thought, this wasn't the Don Frazier she knew. The man she loved who had kissed her with such passionate tenderness! This raging animal advancing towards her was a total stranger.
"Can't talk, huh...Still got some of Hal's cum in your mouth, is that it?"
"Please, Don," she pleaded. "I don't know what you mean." His ranting made no sense at all! He leaned over her. "Well you're not going to get it out of me that way! You...you little cock-sucker! With a violent motion he tore the sheet from her fingers and stripped it to the end of the bed. He stood staring at her exposed body and for a moment Nancy thought she caught a glimmer of tenderness in his flashing eyes. But his mouth was grim as he spat out the word, "Cunt!"
He'd drunkenly thought out how to do this on the way from the bar. He wasn't going to give her any satisfaction by taking his clothes off, not even his shoes. But at the sight of that beautiful naked body he knew he had to feel all of it with his own bare flesh. He tore off his clothes and stood over her like an avenging angel. His long round cock thrust rigidly out from a shinning mass of black curls that grew half-way up his hard flat stomach. The heavy testicles swinging from the root of the huge shaft glowed with fine black hairs. All of the pent-up rage in his body seemed to throb and pound in the swollen, blood-pressured head.
Though she lay cowering in fear Nancy thrilled to the answering rush of passion that surged through every fiber of her being. With a strangled groan Don dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to the fulcrum of her body as her thighs opened wide and spread of their own free will. He kissed and sucked at the throbbing flesh with lips of fire. His long tongue sought the expanded clitoris and sucked as though to rip it from the fleshy roof of her cunt. It drew the erect bud forward and his teeth nipped at the tender mound with a vicious bite.
Nancy screamed aloud at the agonizing shock of pain and writhed in torment on the bed. "Don't...please...Don. You're killing me!"
At her scream Don lifted his head and pounded at it with his fist in an effort to relieve the pain in his mind. His brain seemed drenched in bloody lust pushing against the walls of his skull. Every thought was agony. With one quick move he was on top of her with the full weight of his body. His mouth and tongue ground into hers and her head tossed and turned under the cruel pressure.
She clutched at his shoulders and wrenched her mouth away. "Don!" she gasped. "Stop it...Don! Not like this, please...don't!" Oh she didn't want him taking her this way, she wanted him to take her with love. She hated him and she hated herself for wanting him so very desperately. His inflated cock was hot and throbbing between her legs and she ached to feel it in her crying vagina, but she fought wildly to push him off. His hands dug at the soft flesh of her hips then went to her straining breasts and squeezed the firm globes until she moaned in the pain of passion. He lusted at the quivering nipples with his mouth and teeth until she felt she could stand it no longer. He played with her body like a cat with a stunned mouse and constant moans of pain and ecstasy welled from her throat.
Nancy was on the verge of madness when he finally forced his knees between hers and spread her legs apart. He gripped his cock, swollen stiff and throbbing on the edge of orgasm, and nuzzled its head in her dripping cunt hair. Suddenly she could bear no more and flung her legs around his body. She clutched his hips with both hands and pulled him hard against her wildly thrusting pelvis. The burning cock plunged to fill her, withdrew once to the pulsating tip, then rammed its pounding length to the soul of her body and she felt it leap within her like a joyous animal.
The sun and the moon collided in the heavens and burst into a shower of hot, white heat that fell searingly over them as Nancy's womb bloated and overflowed with the blast of his living seminal fluid. Her own juices rushed forth to meet it in blissful union and their bodies convulsed and throbbed as one then slowly and gently fused in the aftermath of desire.
Soft tears of happiness spilled from Nancy's eyes as she held Don's quietly sobbing body in her arms listening to his now soft murmurs of apology and love. Everything was going to be all right! Everything was going to be all right now! With the coming dawn they could sort it all out and nothing would ever mar their happiness again! They were one now and nothing could ever change that again as long as they lived!
