An icy, minute chill of vulnerability rippled upward over the satiny flesh of Avis Glass's naked back as she descended the wrought iron railinged stairway toward the poolside, the tiny wisps of white material covering her generous physical endowments hardly offering her any sense of modesty. If ever there had been a mini-bikini, she was wearing it, she was thinking to herself.
Lord, maybe I'm losing my buttons entirely! A month ago . . . even less than that . . . I wouldn't have dreamed of parading in public like this ... but then, a month ago Cathy had been alive, the little witch ... alive and cheating on Nick with indiscriminate regularity while I helplessly watched and choked on my own remorse . .. but now he's come to me and that's why I'm doing it... ! Mustn't forget ... mustn't. .. ! I love him! And sooner or later, perhaps, he'll realize that he loves me ... perhaps ... !
The tall, shapely, long-haired blonde was both surprised and pleased to find the pool totally vacated at mid-afternoon, inasmuch as the entire condominium was composed of young tenants her own age and all comparatively newlywed . .. much as she and Nick Chambers were supposed to be. She had subconsciously assumed that the attractive mates of the some dozen or so handsome male counterparts Nick and she had met casually the night before in the Game Room, would probably congregate leisurely around the pool to chit-chat and compare notes ... or whatever .idle wives of up-and-coming young men did to waste their time. She, herself, wouldn't know; she'd worked steadily since the day she'd graduated from secretarial school four years before, and probably would follow her career, if and when, marriage ever really did come her way. It all had to do with her upbringing, she supposed, just as the wearing of her skimpy bikini was presently offensive to her moralistic values.. ..
God knows, she was no exhibitionist! But Nick had laid it all out for her, never pretending that it wasn't going to be dangerous and maybe just a little . bit risque now and then, even though he'd promised no passes from his standpoint, only appearances, and right from the onset she'd realized that she was going to help him regardless of the consequences.. .. She'd loved him too much and for too long to let him get away from her another time.... If he wanted her to play "bait," then bait she'd be, which was exactly the way she felt as she chose a deck lounge and eased gracefully down onto it, setting the paraphernalia she'd brought with her on the little table to her right.
Once more, a tiny spasm of foreboding chilled her spine and she swallowed tightly, leaning back and adjusting her sun-shades as she exposed her lovely face upward to the rays of the unusual February, California sun. She felt eyes upon her, voyeuristic rather th?::-. hostile eyes . .. perhaps more than one pair, too, iiir. . much as she was in the center of the court and completely surrounded by astute drape-drawn apartment windows. Thank God that Nick was upstairs watching also ... watching and waiting to see what his lure might attract . .. and suddenly she realized that that thought aroused a pleasant sensation inside her . .. him sitting there behind the near-closed drape with his handsome blue eyes playing over her next to naked body.
She felt a light shiver of excitement and moved to find music on her transistor as her mind raced backward several nights before when he'd called her.. . .
After, she'd immediately ducked into the shower, then toweled herself quickly, paying little attention to her breathtaking reflection in the full-length mirror; yet entirely, though modestly conscious of her pleasing body. Only a warped-minded lass would be less than proud of her God-given, mate-catching attributes, she had always felt, but that didn't mean that a girl had to flaunt them brazenly ... just employ them enticingly and the rest would take care of itself. She brushed her long golden hair behind her shoulders once she'd straightened from rubbing her shapely calves and smooth rounded thighs to a delicate, satiny flesh. The full, pointed globes of her lush breasts jutted forward and upward with soft, swaying firmness in rhythmic accompaniment to her hurried movements, their tiny pink-nippled tips distended from the application of the terry material against their erotic sensitiveness.
Avis smiled to herself. His call had been unexpected and a most welcome surprise. No one had seen nor heard from Nick Chambers since Cathy's funeral, and only that morning the dreaded feeling that she might never see him again had suddenly occurred to her. It hadn't made her day any easier. She'd managed a half-dozen or so blunders for the stable of minor execs and investigators she played secretary to, the least of which had chewed her out royally. Somehow, the day had ended and she'd arrived at her apartment suffering a nauseous headache that only an extra-dry martini, followed by Nick's phone call could have miraculously cured.
Of course, she knew she had no right at all to the elated sensations the mere sound of his voice had caused her. There had never really been anything of... of that sort between them, simply a warm platonic business relationship; but she wasn't about to attempt denial of her most secret inner feelings ... at least, not to herself; still, she wasn't going to allow her heart to start ruling her head either. She was twenty-two and still a virgin by arduous choice, plus a few strenuous physical encounters, and she intended to remain that way until the right man slipped that little gold band onto her third finger, left hand, regardless of how unconventional it seemed these days.
She could thank strict, God-fearing, Canadian parents for her set of moralistic values, Avis realized proudly, just as was she grateful for the practical business education they had struggled to give her. Although she couldn't get to Toronto to see them as often as she wanted, she felt certain they understood and were pleased with their only daughter whose employer had felt her worthy of promotion and a transfer to their large West Coast offices; however, if they'd witnessed some of the stupid boo-boos she'd made that day they might begin to wonder... .
Avis felt the light flush to her cheeks and caught sight of the tiny gleam the mirror reflected in her own large green eyes as she became aware of the excited smile of anticipation tugging at the corners of her wide, full mouth. Thoughts of Nick Chambers could do that to her ... had ever since that first day she had met him at Golden State Indemnity ... long before he'd eloped with Cathy Emory ... and what a horror that had been to swallow.. ..
God, it wasn't right and she knew it, but she couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction that had been with her since the terrible murder had taken place; not that she had actually delighted in her poor girl friend's hidious death .... God forbid! But Cathy Emory had never deserved the likes of Nick Chambers, nor any other decent man! She had been a sluttish little bitch, and who knew it better than she, Avis Glass, her roommate?
Avis walked naked from the bath into her bedroom, finding and slipping into a diaphanous, pale blue peig- noir as she moved toward her vanity, her alert young mind filling with some memories she preferred to forget. . .. Now, Nick was coming to see her .. . her!
And for the first time ever! What else mattered?
Everything ... all the rest ... it was past history ... including Cathy . . . ! Dear Lord, he'd sounded almost excited over the phone .. . almost as if he'd been wait- ing for this moment when they could meet without dis- honor . . . still, she couldn't readily believe that ei- ther. He'd loved Cathy ... or at the least, had been terribly infatuated with her; she felt certain of that
"... Are you going to be tied up tonight, Avis . .. ?"
"Tied up ... ? Why . .. why, no, that is . .. no, I'm not, Nick. What's .. . ?"
"I've got to see you, Baby," he'd said, his virile baritone more vibrant and emotional than she could ever remember it. The pet name by itself hadn't done less than set off tingling fermentations in her belly either; but she knew he was given generously to such affectionate labels and found herself forming her opinions on the impressive tone of his voice.
"A-All right ... you know where to find me, Nick," she'd heard herself say. "I-I'll be waiting. ..."
"Y-You 're a doll, Honey. . .. I'll see you in a bit...."
"B-Bye
"
Again, a tremor of delight had fluttered through her. God ... was it possible that he'd awakened to the mistake he'd made in marrying Cathy in the first place ... learned what a promiscuous little animal that she'd been, running around behind his back to crawl in bed with any one of his co-workers she could make it with? Or maybe, he'd known all along . .. and now that she was gone, had come to realize that it was Avis Glass he really loved ... !
Good God, I think I've read too many fairy tales! Just because the gallant knight is going to ride across my moat doesn't mean that it's me that he wants! Better get hold of yourself, Avis darling! Give it a bit more thought. . . ! Think! Think . .. ! You were the damned fool who introduced them . . . knowing that you loved him even then, all those months ago, and knowing, too, that your impish apartment-sharer had the morals of an alley cat . .. yet, you were so confident that it was you Nick Chambers wanted. .. ! Think, Avis . .. think!
Yes, she'd been a stupid idiot, all right; presenting Cathy Emory to any male was the equivalent of inviting him to a private sex rodeo, with the auburn-haired nymph the only animal to be ridden and tamed. God, hadn't she walked in on her and her saddled riders enough times to know the truth? Yet, for some unknown reason she would never be able to fathom, Avis had put Nick Chambers to the test . .. and lost hands down! Oh, Lord . .. the nights of contrition she'd suffered after that. . . !
She hadn't chosen Cathy Emory as a girl friend in the beginning; a professional young ladies' association had done that for her through a private realty group. The idea of keeping her expenses down by sharing an apartment and what-have-you seemed a logically sensitive move to Avis, and certainly Cathy Emory made nothing short of the perfect appearance initially. The fact that she was unemployed hardly bothered Avis, inasmuch as Cathy stressed her private income and could well handle her end of things, which she had generously done; it had been the unending extracurricular activities and indelicacies that had shocked her .. . and then, for a finale, the spontaneous elopement with Nick ... ! Damn her ... !
God! What an utterly stupid fool she had been! Avis shook her pretty head as if to rid it of the painful memories, while she stared into the vanity mirror and saw her own astonished semblance there. ...
"Well don't look so damned stupified, Avis darling! What did you expect from such a bitch? Anyway, it's over now ... and he's coming to see you! He even called you Baby and Doll ... and you better wake up to something, Babydoll ... if you don't grab him now, someone else is going to ... so measure that against your precious virginity! ...Well? Are you woman enough for the task?
Or would you prefer to put him to the test again? No answer? Maybe, you should call Mama and ask her? Whatever you do, you better decide quickly, little girl . . . because men such as Nick Chambers don't happen along every day, and whether you want to face it or not ... you love him! Now ... just how valuable do you think that chaste little sanctuary ... better known as your pussy, really is, Miss Avis Glass .. . virgin . . . ?"
The sharp sound of a closing door jarred Avis's thoughts back to the present and she looked upward and around, but saw no one. Then, the tall, muscular form of greying Joe Norman was coming toward her from his manager-apartment, a broad smile stretching his good-looking mouth. He was wearing flashy swim trunks with a towel draped around his heavy shoulders and carrying a pair of iced drinks in his hands.
"Saw you out here, Mrs. Belyal, all by your lonesome, and gambled that you might like a drink," he said, walking close to stand above her and look down, his eyes brazenly raking the length of her scantily covered nakedness. "Am I right... ?"
Avis had to steel herself from answering him sharply, the obvious lechery emblazoning his shrewd dark eyes almost causing her silken flesh to cringe; yet, somehow, she managed a smile, raising her sunshades momentarily as vivid thoughts of her purpose there raced through her mind. She thought of Nick upstairs in their apartment closely watching it all ... and she said: "You're a mind reader, Mr. Norman . .. won't you please join me . . . ?" Joe Norman had watched his luscious new tenant float gracefully down the outside stairway, his heavy prick giving a wild jerk inside his pants at the sight of her near-naked, voluptuous body. Jesus Christ, it'd been one hell of a long time since he'd laid eyes on a piece like that! Those legs, that ass, and a pair of tits that would give Hefner wet dreams ... Christ! He could hardly believe what his liquor-glazed eyes were feeding into his dissipated brain. What a delicious fuck she was going to make .. . and he'd be damned if he'd waste any time getting at her either. She was too goddamned much!
He dropped into a chair that gave him access to the narrow separation in the draperies and watched her move across the deck toward the pool ... studying the sway of her full, rounded hips and the gentle ripple of her lush buttocks beneath the handkerchief-sized briefs that were straining almost desperately to accomplish their feat. Damn, he wanted to get another eyeful of those tits, but he was going to have to go out there for that. The luscious bitch, she'd stiffened his long, thick cock into a poker-hardness just gaping after her!
He wished to hell Claire was there; he'd throw a charge in her that'd rattle her spinal column, but she'd whipped off to the beauty salon or some such place and wouldn't be back much before cocktails she'd said. Of course, he could always go up and see Toni in Number 7. Shit, she just automatically fell onto her back and spread her legs the moment someone said, fuck .. . but after looking at the likes of Avis Belyal, bony Toni could hardly do much for him. ...
He watched the delightful blonde girl stretch out on a deck lounge like some supine, feline animal, the mere sight of her causing his husky rod to begin throbbing lecherously. He lay back, himself, and sipped at his scotch-rocks. No fucking hurry, anyway. He'd get to her; he always got to them once they moved into Norman Heights, and in perfect reciprocal arrangements, Claire usually managed to seduce their mates ... at least, he couldn't recall offhand any that she'd missed in the two years since he'd built and operated the condominium.
They had the perfect setup, he and his Claire. Maybe one day he'd even marry her, although for the life of him he couldn't imagine any reason why he should ... except that he supposed he must love her. Ten years together was a long time, and she'd helped him through the lean ones when he was pushing and pimping for her, until he'd put together his used car lots, played a little politics and bought the -right real estate, and now this elaborate layout. In San Jacques, he was someone, which was the reason the syndicate had looked him up. Now, it was all gravy, with his conglomeration of swinging tenants the extra spicy ingredients in the sauce, and Claire . . . she was looking younger every year.
Christ, his Claire was something else all right, easily taken for a girl of twenty-five rather than ten on top of that, and with a body that wouldn't quit. How the hell she held her looks, he couldn't figure it ... not with the way she'd used her ass since she was fifteen. Christ, he'd found her in a bar in Kansas City, hustling of course, and flipped right there. A long time later he'd learned that her father had fucked her from the time she was twelve until she ran away from home three years later. Her mother had been a hype who'd naturally whored to feed her habit . . . the poor kid, maybe that was why he loved her ... she'd never had a chance.
Well, she was having one now, enjoying all the fruits ... both of them were. He just wished to hell that other thing hadn't happened. Christ, whatever had gotten into him that day, anyway? When it came to fuck he'd always had more than he could handle . .. but that little bitch with her tiny minidress and her twitching little ass! It had been her ass that got to him . . . her ass and her impish smile .. . knowing that she was taunting him . . . fuck, he hadn't been able to help himself! And then, when she'd turned on the mother-pure bit, he'd lost all sense of reason . . . !
To hell with that! He wasn't going to think about it! He had the world by the tail and he intended to hold onto it! He was clean ... at least, as far as tying it to him was concerned! The fucking cunt! She'd've gotten it sooner or later anyway! Cock teases always got it! Shit, damn! He didn't want to think about it... ! He leaned forward and looked out through the drapery split to see his new lessee languishing provocatively on the lounge. Goddamn, she was luscious!
What was it brother-husband did? Sold insurance .. . ugh! He couldn't imagine anything more tedious than that . .. and the guy was a sharp looking cat, too .. . clever and nothing short of handsome. Hell, maybe he could get him started in something that paid off ... providing he didn't mind sharing that piece of rare pulchritude out there. . .. The rest of his tenants would gradually indoctrinate him, the dolls with their in-bed manners and the studs sniffing after her. But shit, at this point, he knew he didn't want any of those pricks trying to make her, and he'd tell them so in the next meeting . . . that violation would mean thrown right out on their ass, plus a reminding massage from whatever boys he had in tow at the time. That ought to do it. . . .
He leaned close to the window spreading the drape with his hand to better see the enchanting blonde goddess. He swallowed tightly, sensing his shaft jerking again. Goddamn, what a sweet, tender morsel she was! He'd never seen such legs, and his Claire didn't have to take a back seat to anyone for gams. But this bitch .. . wow! He raised his glass and drained it. Damn! He couldn't help himself. He was going out there and commence the proceedings .. . lay the foundation.... He was going to fuck her ... yeah, every way to Sunday ... only she didn't realize it yet... ! Sonofabitch! He'd make a couple of drinks and go out there ... and then, when Claire came home.... Damn, she might not be able to walk for a week ... !
Chapter 2
The apartment boasted a bedroom and den; fortunately, the den had a davenport and Nick had reluctantly slept on it the night before. It wasn't going to be too rough, he thought, although nothing could really suffice for a bed. He had a cramp in his shoulder and there was a gnawing ache in his neck. Maybe he'd get used to it, he decided, while he watched Avis descend the stairway, his troubled brain endeavoring to advise him that his most masculine parts had begun to stir libidinously at the stimulating vision of her in the meager bikini.
Hell, any guy would spark at the sight of her voluptuous body if he had a measure of starch at all, he thought, turning away from the window and walking to the counter where his coffee cup sat. Coffee . . . how about that? Avis, the doll, she'd made an issue of it, so he hadn't argued. She was right of course; he'd been boozing himself stupid. He picked it up and sipped at it, simultaneously feeling the rod between his legs still swelling from the retained apparition of her .. . and he walked back to his chair to watch from between the near-closed drapes. She was stretched out on a deck lounge now, looking very much the seductive wench, but he knew different. Christ ... he hoped he hadn't dragged her blindly into something he couldn't protect her from .. . !
She wasn't a Cathy .. . nor was she like any other girl he'd ever known ... in fact, he knew no measure by which to compare her. He couldn't analyze her .. . only that she wasn't made of the same components; nor was she similar to any of the dolls he'd always played. She was on a plateau of her own ... ! And where the hell had he ever gotten the nerve to go to her with this deal? She was so goddamned much above him . . . above all the cruds she catered to in GOLDEN STATE!
Hell, he couldn've fallen in love with her had he dared way back in the beginning . .. but he'd never been that dense as to believe he would stand a chance. . . . He forced those thoughts out of his mind and surveyed her there, stretched out alluringly on the lounge below. Christ, but she was beautiful ... ! And then, reality and indelible memories of Cathy flooded his brain....
Cathy!
Good God, how could you explain an enchanting nymph such as that fiery creature? Impossible! Words were too inadequate . .. too cold . . . and so was she, now! Christ, he couldn't believe it, yet. .. !
Cathy was dead?
He found himself suddenly extracting the small picture from his wallet and her auburn-haired likeness smiled impishly up at him. The photographer had caught the devilment in her round, hazel eyes, including the bewitching, mischievous twist at the corners of her sensuous mouth .. . such a warm, tempting mouth ... made for kissing .. . loving ... and he had . . . yes, he had, and so goddamned completely!
Christ, she was dead! His tantalizing sweet doll... murdered!
Nick shook his blond head, sensing the put-aside grief sweeping back over him as he stared at the picture of his dead young wife of six months through anguished, yet vindictive eyes. Damn! Had to get a hold on himself right now! He'd already drunk himself through the lamenting, heavy-heartedness.... The fact was that she was dead .. . murdered . .. cruelly beaten and raped, then left there half-nude to die on the wet sand of the beach ... !
Jesus Christ! He'd go out of his tormented mind if he didn't stop rehashing it over and over! He'd be right back to where he'd been three days before when he'd decided to call Avis, half-stoned and out of his skull, slumped in the chair and staring at the blow-up likeness of the picture he now held in his hand. ... .. . He'd finally lain it on the cluttered table beside him, wiping at his eyes and getting to his feet, a tall, powerfully built young man in his late twenties, fair complexioned and wearing a several-day stubble of beard that covered his lean jaws and strong, prominent chin. It was a handsome, if haggered, face, ruggedly so, sensitive of mouth and discerning of eye, the physical badge of his virile masculinity, although he'd felt anything but puissant at that moment.
Somehow, he'd failed her. He hadn't been able to fathom the depths of his inefficacy at that point; but he would ... he knew he would, once the severity of the horrifying blow was passed. The frigging police were playing at technicalities; his luscious doll had already become nothing more than a case number, a file in a cold cabinet drawer, just as had her once vivacious warm body filled a morgue receptacle for autopsy purposes ... and it made him nauseous just to think of that!
In their memory-filled kitchenette, he'd poured bourbon into his glass. He'd long progressed beyond the stage of ice ... only the numbing alcohol. He'd gulped at it, then cursed aloud. Lieutenant Chaney . . . the prick hadn't come right out and said his thing ... only implied that maybe . . . just maybe, Cathy wasn't all she appeared to be! Christ, he'd damned near floored the scrawny pig, and might have if her father hadn't been there to hold him back! And that's when he'd first realized that he had to get his head back on straight!
It was up to him to find her killer . . . obviously so .. . not the goddamned likes of Chaney! That bastard was too busy chasing after pot-smoking teenies! Yeah! Okay! He'd find the sonofabitch, and he'd go a bit further, too! He'd administer the justice necessary ... !
"I'll tell you honestly, Chambers, we don't have a damned thing to go on at this point!" the chicken-faced little cop in his baggy grey suit had admitted in a whining voice, his feeble eyes blinking weakly three times to every five passing seconds. "Of course, the department won't let up a minute on its investigation .. . but in a case like this where there isn't clue number one ... well. . . ?"
Nick remembered how he'd cluthced at the name-card in his pocket and how he'd almost offered it to him. ... The bastard! Well, screw you, lawman, his brain had screamed. Because I've got clue number one ... and plan number one is fast developing to go with it...!
His apartment phone had run then, he remembered, and he'd ignored it. It continued to ring while he carried the bottle and glass back into the living room. Probably the goddamned office ... GOLDEN STATE INDEMNITY . .. Mr. Pierpoint wondering when he was coming back to his snooping duties. Screw 'em! The world had already stopped, but they weren't aware of it yet!
He remembered that he'd dropped back down onto the couch and picked up her picture once more. Staring at it, he'd visualized her mouth beginning to move .. . as if it were speaking to him .. . ! His liquor-steeped brain wandered ... and he'd heard her say: "The whole trouble with you, dollman, is that you've been peeking into too many bedroom windows for that insurance company and you don't appreciate a young horny girl who wants you to make love to her"
"To hell you say!" he'd replied, tossing the dossier of the case he was working onto one side of the bed. He'd lain naked with only a sheet over him and Cathy had stood in the doorway to the bath, as beautifully nude and seductive of feminine creature as any painting the Renaissance masters had ever dreamed of reproducing. "Christ!" he'd gasped ... remembering it all well, now... .
She had not been a tall girl, his sexy Cathy, nor heavily burdened with breasts; instead, they were rather small and compact following her perfect symmetrical contours of body ... breasts so firm and pointed, pinkish crested, the size of rounded oranges, yet perhaps, too broad of shoulders that sloped too athletically from a beauty standpoint ... a tapered waist giving way to wide and full hips gently curving toward rounded, full thighs and perfect calves. Then, in the center of all that delight lay the exciting crown of her glory ... her delicious Vee at the base of her little belly and the apex of her inner thighs ... a burnished, golden thatch of pubic hair enshadowing the delectable hidden shrine of her magnificent, impish womanhood ... !
Nick recalled how he had thought of it as he sat there in their living room ... remembered even the beginning when Avis Glass had introduced them . .. then, the first time he'd made love to her before they were married....
She hadn't been a virgin ... and had made no bones about telling him of her college experiences. Hell, what did he care? Times had changed since Tarkington wrote SEVENTEEN. The new thing was everywhere! A cat didn't expect his mama to come climbing innocently into the bridal sack! Those days were long gone ... and all the better for it! LOVE was the secret word, and they sure had it! Oh Christ, hadn't they though? . .. And he had gaped at her there filling the doorway of the bath so beautifully, visualizing a wood sprite, a nymph, a dream that might flit out of his arms once he tried to possess her.. . . "Damn! You luscious little vixen .. . ! Come here!"
She had, running like a child and throwing herself on him, the sheet separating the hot flesh of their bodies being ripped away by her small hand as she squirmed on top of him.
"I love you, Nick Chambers!" she'd gasped down into his mouth, kissing him with open soft lips and tiny aggressive tongue.
"You better, pussycat .... because I love you, and I'll annihilate any bastard who ever tried to come between us."
"Who would?"
"The world is full of fools."
"I've already met and outgrown the fools in my life, Lover-darling . . . the fools and the naughty boys."
Nick remembered that there'd been something in her whispering tone that had intrigued him, needling his growing lust, and he'd said: "Naughty boys . . . ? Who .. . naughty boys?"
She'd laughed . .. Christ, what an enchanting little laugh she'd had .. . !
"Naughty, naughty, naughty boys, Darling . . . and you don't want to hear...."
"Hey, maybe I do, imp," he'd said, his prurient interest spiked. "Yeah, maybe I do ... if you wnat to tell me."
For a moment she'd looked down at him, then kissed him again. He could feel the captivating intoxication of her soft body or. top of his muscular flesh, burning into him. "I ... I don't mind telling," she hissed, her breath warm and sweet in his face, ". .. .if you don't get angry."
"Angry? Hell, it's passed, Baby. It's what happens from here on out that matters with us ... nothing else. Go ahead ... I want to hear!"
Once more, she'd kissed him, her sexy little mouth open and soft, her tongue playing teasingly, her smile bewitching him. Christ, he'd wondered how she ever had endured that Indiana farm, wealthy parents or no ... and then, he'd felt her hips moving in undulating little circles, her silken pubic hair entangling with his own, his cock as hard as an ax handle.
"I always wanted to be head cheer-leader in high school, can you imagine that, Darling?" she said, easing off him but snuggling tightly against his side, her fingers playing with the sparse yellowish hair on his chest.
"We all have goals, Baby. I wanted to play fullback and wound up a defensive end." "I'll bet you were wonderful."
"I intercepted two passes in three seasons . . . one for a touchdown that won the game. Hell, I was good that night, all right. . . and I wasted it with the guys."
She'd laughed. "There had to be a girl there someplace."
"If there was, I never found her."
He watched her curling her slender finger in his chest hair. She said: "Well . . . Ronnie Phelps found me . .. but that was my fault ... because I wanted to be found."
"Oh ,..?"
"Honest ... I did. It was the big game of the year and our perennial rival won. My God, I was so angry ... so completely disappointed ... I wanted to throw myself away ... and I did!"
"Okay ... don't stop now," he'd said, drawing her close to him and brushing his lips against hers. "So what happened?"
"You sure you want to hear?"
"Listen, imp, you know damned well I want to hear. Come on, what happened?"
"Well ... we had a place in town called the Oasis...."
"Oh man, that's original," he'd laughed.
"Wasn't it though .. . anyway, Ronnie Phelps came in with this guy and a friend of his. I didn't make any excuses, just went right to them. Ronnie, he was big and broad shouldered, handsome I thought at the time, but the two with him were older. Bob and Mesquite, Ronnie called them and they were from South Bend. Anyway, we danced a lot in the Oasis, Ronnie and I especially, but it was Bob who really had his eye on me and I knew it. I guess I was too excited to be scared, and too dumb to realize what I was getting myself into; all I wanted was to hustle Bob off someplace alone. He was good-looking and had signed with the Chicago Bears, and ... and, well it doesn't make much difference does it? Because we went . .. supposedly heading for another place called the Wagon Wheel. . .. but we never got there."
"Why not?"
"Sex, Lover," she whispered, tittering. "Sex like I'd never imagined. ..." "Well go on, go on!"
"Hey . . . you're getting like excited, husband baby," Cathy had said, her small hand slipping down his chest and belly to wrap around his hard prick possessively. "Mmmmmmmm ... I predict a wild party is going to take place in this bed . .. and damned soon."
"Not until you tell me the whole lusty story."
"All of it ... you mean, in detail. . ?" she'd taunted, her eyes gleaming licentiously.
"In lurid detail, sexpot!" he'd replied, the idea firing his libido salaciously. It was going to be a unique aphrodisiac for both of them, not that they needed it, but spiking their lovemaking to draw from it the fullest satiety had been the successful ingredient in their relationship from the beginning. He drew her closer to him inside his arm, his one big hand cupping the firm mound of her hardened-nippled breast while she clung to his cock lovingly, manpulating the heavy outer layer of skin up and down with a knowledgeable, gentle hand, watching the thick foreskin slide back to expose the moist, purplish glans, then cover it once more with her rhythmic stroke as she spoke.
"I ... I guess we all must've been pretty hot," she said, rubbing her smooth cheek against the hair of his chest. "The one called Mesquite had some pot and we blew up a storm while we rode along. He was driving the car . .. Mesquite, I mean, and he was big ... barrel-chested big, with an ugly face all scarred from smallpox or something. Anyway, we hadn't gone too far when suddenly he said: "Let's have a little group concert!"
"He said that?"
"Yes . . . and I was just a dumb enough little virgin not to have the slightest idea of what he meant," Cathy had said. "And I told him so. What do you mean, a group concert, I asked? Well, naturally, they all came unglued with yuks, and Ronnie who was riding in front with us, abruptly shoved his hand up in under my skirt without the least preliminary. ..."
"Hell, Baby, that wasn't the first time a guy had ever done that, was it .. . tried to feel you up, I mean?" Nick had probed, sensing his shaft beginning to throb in her hand, little fermentations churning in his loins.
"God, no! I'll admit that I'd been fingered before . .. had even fondled a couple of boys' things, but. .. ."
"Things?"
Her smile broadened. "All right, Lover . . . cocks, how's that?" she whispered hotly into his face, her lovely eyes sparkling erotically. "Oh ... I'd handled pricks, and had let their owners play with my pussy, but those occasions had always occurred as the ultimate to torrid necking sessions .. . teenie stuff, you know? Never had a boy just suddenly thrust his hands up my dress between my legs and grabbed me there ... I mean, just clutched at it... ?"
"At what, sexpot? At what... ?"
"Oh, damn you . .. my cunt, there ... is that what you wanted to hear?" she hissed hotly, her small hand caressing his cock affectionately. "Because that's what he did, and I just screamed right out! For the first time, I realized what was happening and what was going to happen! My God, Lover, just like that I was scared to death!
"All three of them were laughing and as high as a kite, but if I'd had any buzz, it'd suddenly worn damned thin. I wanted out of there! I tried to push Ronnie's hand away ... fighting and squirming between them, but it was useless; he was inside my panties and pinching my clitoris like some crazy fiend! I ... I remember that even though it hurt, as the same time the wildest sensations were racing through my belly ... and then, I was letting him kiss me, while from behind, Bob was leaning over me and had shoved both of his big hands down inside my bra and was squeezing and kneading my breasts almost brutally.
"Come on, bitch! Mesquite snarled at me, grabbing my hand. Take out my cock! We're really going to have that little group concert... !"
Remembering, Nick recalled how he had prodded her at that point, while she clung to his cock, working her small soft hand in masturbatory motions, and she'd giggled with her delightful face against his chest, her breast warm, firm and silken in his clutching hand, its tiny nipple as hard as a palpitating marble. "Jesus, what the hell did you do?"
"Shivered in crazy, wild fear for a long moment . . . wanting to do what Mesquite ordered, yet afraid to," she'd replied, a tiny tremor running over her sensuous body as she remembered. "I was seventeen, Doll, and I wanted to know everything .. . try everything, convinced that that was where it was! On top of that, we'd lost the big game, and for some screwy reason I had this weird thing that I had to do some sort of penance.. . ! Anyway, Mesquite grabbed my hand and jammed it down on the front of his pants; God! I could feel his swollen prick inside jerking and pulsing, and I wanted to get it out in my bare hand ... to see it and hold it!"
"Christ! Did you?" Nick had managed, dry-mouthed, watching her head move in the affirmative against his chest.
"Yes ... I twisted half-around in the seat while Ronnie slipped his finger up into my vagina .. . right up inside, and Bob held onto my tits. I used both hands, unzipped his fly and went in after it. .. ! God almighty! It was like ... like a railroad tie! Bigger than my forearm, and terribly hard . . . but it was the length of it that I could hardly believe! I'd never realized they could get so big . .. and it was hot in my hand and throbbing, Doll, throbbing like a pulsating heart! I could see it in the light from the dashboard; it had a thick foreskin, and when I skinned that back the head of it was moist and fiery red, all damp at the tip with little drops that had worked out of its split. . . !"
"Well ... what the fuck happened?" he'd demanded, sensing her tiny hand moving downward between his thighs to fondle his balls, his loins beginning a dull ache as he lasciviously envisioned the scene according to the vivid description she was painting in words for him.
"I ... I don't remember everything in order, Lover, only the main overall now. I was so damned scared .. . but excited, too! Ronnie's finger in my cunt was driving me mad with desire, while Bob had massaged my tits into an unbelievable hardness. My God, they felt twice their normal size! You ... you must remember, Darling, I knew what it was to cum with my finger .. . had known ever since I was thirteen, but to have three men with lust-filled cocks after me and holding one of them in my own hand ... well, it was just about too much! I began to cry; I was that wrought up with desire ... and then, Ronnie was pulling off my panties and trying to get on the floor of the car between my legs, shoving his hot hands beneath my bottom and lifting me while he buried his face in my pussy! I couldn't believe it! But I wanted him to so badly that I helped, opening my thighs as far as I could for him ... and then I felt his tongue licking right inside my cunt between the lips, licking like a dog! I nearly went out of my mind it felt so good! I know that I began to whimper and work my hips up and down just before Mesquite grabbed my head, twisting his hand in my hair and forcing my face down toward his cock. ..."
"Yes ... yes... ? Well, for Christ sakes, what happened?" Nick had gasped when she came to a pause in her story telling. And he didn't need anyone to inform him that she'd worked herself to a fevered pitch by the mere telling of it. She was clutching at his rock-hard prick tightly again, still massaging it fervently, occasionally moving down to his balls, as simultaneously he squeezed and caressed her swollen breast, at the same time rubbing his strong upper leg against the moist raw flesh between her spread thighs and opened, flushed split.
"Oh, God .. . don't ask, Lover ... I mean, not verbatim, because I can't remember.... I know ... I know that Ronnie was licking and sucking my pussy. . . ."
"Was it good? Did you like it that first time?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! I loved it . .. I've always loved that! He was eating me and Bob was still pulling widly at my tits, squeezing them, doing things to them that were driving me crazy . . . while Mesquite was pushing my head down toward his prick! Suck it, he ordered! Get it into your mouth and suck it, Baby! You haven't lived 'till you've sucked the juice from a cock!"
"And . . . ? Did you, for Christ sake?"
"I-I did, Lover ... I did! I was'*scared to death . . . but I wanted to! I wanted it in my mouth as far as it would go .. . ! I wanted to suck on it .. . and I did ... moving my tongue all over it .. . sensing every ridge and wrinkle ... tasting the pungent stuff that had oozed from its split . . . and then, we were parked and I still had it in my mouth, sucking and working my head up and down around it, holding his bull-like balls in my hand and subconsciously wishing he would cum .. . squirt it right in my mouth!"
"Jesus Christ! Don't stop! What the fuck happened?" Nick had barked in unwanted jealous excitement. "Tell me!"
"L-Like I said, Nick Baby ... I can hardly remember it all now," she'd managed in a half-hushed voice, perhaps sensing his uncontrollable anger, even as her delicate hand continued to administer to his prick with obvious incited passion. "So many things, Darling. . .. They began to argue among themselves on who was going to fuck me where ... then, they pulled me from the car and stripped my clothes off.... I got down onto my knees over Mesquite and began to suck his cock again ... then, suddenly there was a prick trying to break through my hymen! Honest . . . honest, Darling, I didn't care who it belonged to .. . only that somebody fucked my cunt!
"It turned out to be Bob ... he'd knocked Ronnie unconscious and was fucking me from the back while I sucked Mesquite's prick! In fact, and it's true, Lover, I never even felt him break my cherry it was so beautiful and I wanted it so bad . . . though God, he had a great big rod, too, and it began to plunge right into my belly from back there, until I could feel his loaded balls slapping against my clitoris with every thrust! I thought I'd go crazy with ecstasy! I sucked like a fiend, trying to wiggle my ass at the same time, but not being much good at it, I'm afraid ... I wanted Mesquite to shoot his hot cum into my mouth while Bob did the same in my vagina! I told them so and we fucked like animals! I don't know how long, but suddenly I knew by the feel of Mesquite's pulsing cock in my mouth that he was going to cum! I squeezed his balls ... trying to help, wanting it squirting hot and thick down my throat. . . and then, I sensed Bob's rod expanding in my cunt! They were both going to cum ... !" "Shit! Don't stop, bitch!"
"Oh ... oh damn," she gasped, grasping his prick tightly. "It happened! A squirt of sperm shot from the nozzle of Mesquite's cock, almost choking me, but I swallowed ... and then, it really came . . . like a coffer-damn opened; the jism spewed out of him, jetting from the spongy head into my mouth and throat while I drank it away, swallowed and tasted, my own climax ready to trigger ... and then, Bob shot his load into my cunt and I came too! Oh ... ooohhhh ... it was heavenly ... crazy wild and beautiful .. . and . .. and that's the way it happened, Darling dollman .. . that first time ... and I'm not sorry .. . I'm not!"
Christ, he'd been out of breath from her mere telling of the licentious episode. His prick had been jerking like a triphammer. He'd have fucked a hag at that point, and then her final words had registered.
"You ... you don't have to be sorry for Christ sake!" he'd heard himself say, yet it was still questionable in his mind if he'd meant it. "But . . . but did you ever see any of them ... go out with them again?"
"No. ... I didn't want to.... The next day I was sick at my stomach for what I'd done. Oh, I saw Ronnie, but he hardly knew what'd happened .. . and when he asked me for a date I refused. I went out with other boys of course ... and slept with some, but there was never anything like that night again."
"And that's your story, eh . . ?" he'd said, his hand smoothing over her soft belly hungrily.
"That's my story, Daddy ... did it help?"
He'd managed a laugh; he'd doubted most of it, concluding that she'd expanded the truth here and there just to set him off, and she damned sure had. His cock throbbed unmercifully in her little caressing hand.
What a night it was going to be (and had been, he remembered). "You're lucky, you know .. . lucky that no one ever chose to fuck your tight little ass."
"I-I know. ... I wanted that, too, I think ... ! Lord, I must be some sort of animal, Darling ... !"
"No, Baby .. . you were just saving that for me is all."
"Oh ... oh God, are ... are you going to fuck me there, Nick ... ?"
"Maybe . . . one of these days for damned sure! Yeah, I'm going to take it sexpot... one of these days . . !" he had hissed hotly.
"Oh .. . Oh, damn .. . yes, I want you to, Lover! Whenever you're ready ... just do it to me ... !"
But it had never happened .. . and now .. . she was dead!
There were so many things they had never quite achieved as husband and wife, and that was one of the forbidden ones ... forbidden ones . .. according to society, not love. Society, that bitch! Lieutenant Chaney had all of the answers depicting the mores of society . . . but he had none to offer in the solving of Cathy's murder ... none!
".. . Probably a hitchhiker, Chambers," he'd said . . . even pressed the point. "We keep telling these women, but they won't listen. Don't pick up hitchhikers ... !"
Nick hadn't been swayed by that. Of course, it could be so . . . there was a possibility, but he doubted it. He'd been too confused to put together any sound ideas of his own then, but still he disputed the rider theory. He knew his Cathy well enough to guess that she wasn't about to pick up some stranger. She'd been indoctrinated in her own hometown long before with Mesquite, Ronnie and Bob, and he doubted if she'd gamble on going off the deep-end again ... she didn't have to. Their sex-life was too full. . . . Then ... all right, what then . . . ?
The name card he had? Maybe. It had to mean something, and undoubtedly had to do with the fact that he'd told her she could have a car of her own. Look around, he'd suggested. Find something you like. When you've decided, we'll pick it up ... but keep it cheap, Baby. . . .
Nick examined the name card again for the hundredth time. It read: ACE AUTO ... Jerry Marco, Salesman .. . and he'd met Marco, the punk, a meeting the bastard wasn't about to forget.. . .
The appearance of a male figure in swim trunks moving toward the poolside where Avis lay enticingly stretched out interrupted his immediate thoughts. Nick sat down his coffee cup and eased closer to watch. It was the owner of the apartments, Joe Norman, grinning lecherously from ear to ear and carrying two drinks. Beautiful . .. beautiful! His delectable lure was working like magic; the beast was coming to test the bait.
Nick felt his eyes narrowing bitterly and his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. So, the game was on . . . and now, it was up to Avis. Damn, he wished he could overhear their conversation... . * * * Joe Norman had dropped down onto the lounge beside and facing Avis, his chisled, tanned face spread in a warm grin that displayed a strong barrier of square, white teeth. He certainly wasn't an unhandsome man, she was thinking as she tasted the welcomed gin-tonic he'd handed her, and if it weren't for the fact that she felt as if she were stretched out before him like some wanton temptress playing at a seduction in her near-nakedness, she might well enjoy his company. All the same, she couldn't help the skin-crawling sensation he gave her each time his dark eyes swept lustfully over her body, dwelling on strategic contours and offering little doubt that he coveted what he saw.
"We're all one big happy family around here," he was speaking pleasantly. "Not much on formality, so what do you say we drop the Mr. and Mrs. bit? You call me Joe and I'll call you ... ?"
"Avis," she replied, forcing a little smile of her own. "My husband's name is Nick." Her husband ... Lord, how strange that sounded....
"How long you been married, Avis?" Norman asked, tilting his glass to his lips.
"Just two weeks," she said, remembering the way they had rehearsed all of the detailed technicalities. "We just returned from a five-day honeymoon in Hawaii. It was beautiful."
"The honeymoon or the islands?" he teased, grinning.
"Both," Avis answered, unable to hold back the slight twinge of crimson in her cheeks at his inference, and wishing that her answer had been true.
He nodded and continued to grin. "Like I said, we're just one big family here, Avis; I'm sure you and Nick are going to like it . .. and we're all going to love you." He made a sweeping motion with his arm and added: "All around you are people your own age, most of them married a year or less, and all those young husbands doing well in that ugly world out there, while their dollies take it nice and easy, waiting for them to get home at night so the fun and games can begin."
"F-Fun and games ... ?" Avis repeated, not certain that she quite grasped his meaning.
Joe Norman chuckled. Christ, was it possible that the chick was really that naive, or was she just being coy? Generally, his tenants came to him by recommendation of other lessees anxious to get a friend's wife or hubby in the rack, the underground fact that Norman Heights was a swinger's paradise privy information amongst the local hip people. But he'd rented to the Belyals without any such reference, one look at this gorgeous blonde bitch all that was necessary to let him know he had to have some. ...
"Yeah, you know, lots of activities," he said, attempting to soften any sharp edges his remark might have raised that could possibly cut into the satyrical plan he was subconsciously hatching in his mind. "Dancing, pool parties, and the like. Then, on Friday nights we have our big get-together in the Game Room, which amounts to more of the same plus movies usually...."
"It sounds marvelous," Avis replied, her sincerity not forced, although she would have pretended had it been necessary. She-mustn't forget her purpose there .. . and at that moment it was bait, but she couldn't help the feeling she was beginning to sense inside her ... the feeling that Nick was barking up the wrong tree . .. and God knows, he was so filled with bitter wrath that he could easily go off on a blind tangent.. ..
"It is ... it is," he said, draining his glass. "I'm sure you and Nick are really going to dig it here." He sat up slowly, making no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were feasting on her half-concealed, lush breasts; then, they raised slowly to her lovely, ovaled face. He said: "Incidentally, did I understand that Nick's groping through the insurance game?"
Avis swallowed tightly, welcoming the question in the aftermath of his hypothetical removal of her halter. She'd had all she could do to sit there before his undressing, oestrus gaze without snapping at him; yet, simultaneously she was wondering if she could blame him, the way she was exposing herself? Better that she took it out on Nick who had insisted she make this lewd spectacle of herself.. ..
"Well, isn't he?" the gray-haired man repeated. "I mean, I thought that was what he said...."
"Yes .. . yes, Nick is in insurance. ..."
Joe Norman shook his head, a little smile of sympathy playing around his handsome mouth. "Hell, Honey, that's no place for a guy of his talent ... I mean ... well, naturally I don't know what his talents are really; but he's got a certain charisma. Damn, the guy could be making twice what he is right now, and I don't have any idea what that is."
"I-I don't understand what you're getting at, Mr.. .."
"Joe, remember?"
"All right, Joe," Avis said, leaning forward. "What're you talking about... ?"
For a moment, he looked away modestly, then back at her. "Look, doll, I don't want to blow my own horn, but I have a few important connections. I mean, this condominium, my car lots, real estate, and what have you . . . none of it came easy, and I know what it is for a young couple first starting out. Remember, Claire and I've gone through it. Some of the husbands here that you met last night, or will meet . . . I've put them onto right deals, got them started, and now ... well, to make it short, they've got their own tidy little bundles socked away .. . and I can do that for Nick, Baby ... if it's something you want."
Avis let off a deep sigh. It was almost as if they really were married and what he was saying was going to mean a betterment of their future together. She couldn't contain the feeling of excitement he'd aroused inside her. She said: "Well ... I must say, you make it all sound so simple ... Joe .. . and certainly enticing.
I-riltalk to Nick
"
"Yeah, you talk to him, Baby," he replied, grinning. "But you better use those sexy charms of yours on him when you do, eh? You know, sometimes husbands don't dig ambitious wives; they tend to tie it into greed and too often, emasculation ... so be careful, eh?"
Avis nodded, letting her eyes play over his older handsome face in a little analyzation program of her own. Nick was crazy! He had this man figured all wrong! If Cathy's murderer was housed in this establishment, of all people, it certainly never could be Joe Norman! Not that sex wasn't an important part of his life. Good Lord, that was obvious .. . apparent in his eyes when he looked at her ... but by the same token, that was the virile male instinct, and hadn't she already caught the same lust in Nick's eyes . . . with Cathy not yet buried a month ... ?
"I-I'll be careful, Joe .. . but I'll talk to him
"
"Good. Now, how about a swim?"
"No... no, I don't think so," she refused with a smile. "I'll just sit here and watch you."
"I'd rather watch you, Baby," he said in a husky voice, his mind conjuring up that ultimate scene when he finally would get to her luscious body. Christ, he was going to fuck her stupid!
She shook her head. "I'm not a very good swimmer anyway, just a sun-bather .. . and I think that's all this suit was made for."
He welcomed the opportunity to let his eyes rake over her once more. Goddamn, she was something else! Those tits! Those hips! Those thighs...! "Okay, doll," he said, getting to his feet and tossing his towel onto the lounge. "But that wasn't what that suit was made for.... On anyone else, I'm not sure, but on you it was made to give men like me a bad case of sex-itis . .. and I think T need that swim...."
He turned away from her and gracefully took several rapid steps then dove into the blue water, leaving his words ricocheting arousingly against the walls of her brain. Damn, she couldn't help herself; she liked him! Nick had to be wrong ... had to be! And somehow, she was going to make him understand that... !
Chapter 3
Her name was still Claire Sommers legally, but she had adopted the Mrs. Joe Norman title some five years before and was regarded as such in San Jacques, her common-law husband's influence and growing wealth enabling her to enjoy preferred recognition, such as unlimited charge accounts. Even though she had never been a spendthrift, Claire felt very much like one that afternoon as she drove toward home thinking excitedly of the mink wrap she had just purchased by the mere signing of that magic title, Mrs. Joe Norman, while simultaneously she tried to imagine what the response of her unpredictable mate was going to be.
Lord, she hadn't really intended to go that high ... fifteen hundred dollars .. . ! But it was a beautiful garment with perfectly matched pelts and she'd fallen in love with it over all the others. Besides, it wasn't as if he couldn't afford it, and wasn't he always prodding her to go shopping ... pick herself up something nice ... ? "Buy some of those sexy negligees and hot-nuts lingerie . . . you know, the kind that makes your big daddy's prick rare up and take notice, eh?" he'd say every time she took a shopping trip, and God knows, she had enough stimulating sex-wear to outfit a harem . .. but she'd never owned a mink wrap.
Well, she did now, an absolutely magnificent thing, and her brain was racing like mad to conjure a method of gently persuading him that she was worth it, a feat that she didn't really believe was going to be too difficult. She had her own little modus operandi that had yet to fail with him, she was thinking and smiling to herself. In all truth, their relationship from the beginning had been as perfect as two people formed in almost the same mold could ever possibly expect. Oh, there'd been the thorny times when the going had been lean, back when he'd pimped for her, besides pushing and running numbers for the syndicate .. . and there'd been some other dollies of course, but she'd had her little escapades too and in the end both had come to realize that they meant too much to each other to really split-up.
And then, the prosperous times had begun to unfold for them, making their love for one another more solid and certainly more pleasurable. Actually, she felt that their non-marriage had been a stronger bond between them than possession of any legal document, that, plus their mutual, ardent sex drive and reciprocal understanding of the other's wants, desires and needs.
She really did love Joe Norman, and God knows, she had all the reason in the world to. He was her big daddy, all right, and regardless of how many of those sweet young wives he laid a week, he always came to mama when he wanted sex in the ultimate, knowing that she couldn't fail him had she wanted to once she caught sight of that thick and long hard shaft of his....
The latter thought sent a tiny ripple of sensuous pleasure tingling through her as she turned into their driveway. What could be more invigorating than killing two birds with one stone, she decided, both amused and aroused with her implied meaning of the cliche. And after, she'd show him her new mink . . . that is, if everything cum off right.. . .
Claire laughed to herself at her own bit of carnal humor as she stepped from the convertible, the little fermentations mounting in her belly and loins bringing to mind similar occasions of times past when she would answer an ardent call from a new "client." Damn, she'd always been enthused with her work, hadn't she . .. enthused, but too often disappointed by some five-minute, one-shot traveling salesman from Des Moines or Topeka, and finally rushing home to daddy with both the money and an unsatisfied pussy.. ..
God, she hoped he was home and in a proper mood.. .. * * * Joe Norman had seen his baby drive in. Now he sat in his favorite chair watching through the large open-draped window for the sight of her when she entered the court from the carport. He glanced at his watch: four-thirty; cocktails were in order; she was just in time. She came into view, a tall, ravishing charmer with radiant dark eyes and a bouffant coiffure of ebony tresses, looking every bit as young as any doll in the place. Christ, she was a sexy chick, all right, expe-cially in those abbreviated skirts she wore that showed off a good measure of her full rounded thighs and perfectly tapered calves in their sheer black nylons. Damn, he doubted if he could ever get too much of her, and what really spiced it was the variety they both interjected with their swinging tenants . . . the ranks of which he'd been mentally conniving to expand with the Belyals ever since he'd left the luscious blonde bitch beside the pool an hour before. .. .
Claire entered smiling, a long package under her arm, while Joe Norman watched the provocative sway to her generous hips as she approached his chair and stood in front of him, the scintillating explosions taking place in her dark eyes advising him that she'd been up to something.
"So .. . ? What've you done now?" he said, returning her smile, the essence of her perfume sweeping down over him. He glanced toward the package. "Well, what is it. . . let me see."
She held to it, then, suddenly tossed it onto the sofa, away from them. "No, not yet," she replied cutely, slowly lowering herself to her knees between his legs. "I've got to be certain that you're ready for this, Honey."
"Oh?" He chuckled. "Sounds promising, Chickie . . . And just how do you propose doing that?"
Claire's eyes twinkled excitedly, then she lay her head down on his lap. "I have my ways," she said softly, suggestively. "You see, Lover, I did something today ..."
"Something ... ? Like what . . . seducing some unwary stud .. . ?" he teased, smoothing a big hand over her satiny-skinned cheek.
"Maybe . . . jealous?"
Norman cnuckled. "Hell, no," he said good-naturedly. "Oh, I might be if I thought there was any more to it that a spur of the moment piece .. . but I think I know my Chickie well enough to realize that a good extracurricular fuck or two usually brings her running back to daddy."
A little shudder of excitement passed over Claire and she hugged him. "That's why I love you, Joe -... you know and understand me like a book . .. except you're not quite right about what I did." She released him, trailing her hand over his flat stomach and down to the front of his trousers where the pressure of her head against him had caused his rod to stir. With a pointed nail, she outlined the length of his growing cock and it jerked noticeably beneath its cloth covering while he made a husky gasping sound. "This time, Darling, I spent money ... I bought me something," she said as she taunted him.
"So... ? Who's got a better right to spend my loot?" he managed, his libido quickly revived in the aftermath of Avis Belyal from his enchanting, wanton mate's educated fingers. "And on top of that, maybe I've got a groovy surprise program in the making for both of us. Now, how does that tickle your imagination, Chickie?"
"Wow ... I don't know, Lover .. . but past experience tells me I'm going to like it!" she said, using her thumb and forefinger as she moved up and down the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced licentiously and she watched the growing lust twist his handsome face. "Tell me more."
"After you, Baby," he replied, running his fingers through her hairdo destructively as tiny ripples of lewd desire raced swiftly over the sensitive nerve ends of his skin. "It's your party."
She paused in her ministrations momentarily. "I love you, Joe Norman, but you always were a wicked man. Anyway, I'd bet my month's supply of birth control pills that it has to do with that new couple . . . what was their name? Belayal. . . ?"
"Belyal," he corrected, grinning through his building lust. "And you're too friggin' hip for just a woman. Now, what'd you buy and for how much?"
"Would it make a difference, Darling .. . ? The how much, I mean .. . ?" she put to him.
He continued to grin. Finally, he said: "Not as long as you kept it under five Gs it wouldn't . .. and anything over that might find you on the street again."
She laughed. "I'm not worried about that, Lover ... remember, how jealous you used to get? Now, tell me about the Belyals ..."
Christ, what a doll she was! He ought to marry her ... make it all up and above board; she deserved the best. Damnit, one of these days he would; the luscious cunt did things to him .. . besides, he owed it to her ... and sonofabitch, he always did get jealous of her Johns, didn't he? He said: "Okay, let's have it ... what've you done this time?"
She answered with a smile, her hand moving to his belt, slowly beginning to unbuckle it. "Not yet, Lover," she whispered. "Not before I've established the proper mood..."
Joe Norman's handsome face flushed satyrically at the sight and feel of her opening the front of his trousers. He' realized the drapes were wide apart but could care less. This was no goddamned convent, and everyone in the place knew it with the exception of the Belyals ... and they soon would. He watched her lower the zipper of his fly then tantalizingly slide her long slender fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his weight automatically and she began to slip both trousers and shorts down over his hips, then went to his feet to tug the garments off of him. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at him, her eyes locking on his long, thick prick standing rigidly, its purple tip peeking from beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his balls beneath resting on the cushion of the chair between his spread hairy, muscular thighs. She was happy.
Joe's mouth grew dry as he watched with mounting anticipation, never knowing with this keen lass what was coming next. His prick had begun to tingle lustfully and he could feel his nuts tightening and swelling beneath it. He couldn't help but smile a bit too, knowing that she was trying to soften the blow of whatever in hell it was she'd done. But right at that point he could've cared less; nothing meant a damn, only that she get to the action ... !
Claire reached up behind her, lowering the zipper to her dress, shrugging the tiny thing from her smooth, white shoulders, and letting it drop to her waist. Then, she unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and exposing her heavy, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately budding into hardness with the brushing of the cool air against them.
Norman's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of her full, pointed breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side of his strong hairy thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid toward her to the edge of the chair cushion. Then, without a word, she encircled her fingers around his erect shaft and began to stroke and massage it meaningfully, rubbing the outer skin up and down while she slipped her other hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in her small, warm palm. Joe groaned audibly, clenching his teeth at her loving ministrations to his genitals.
"I-I bought a wrap, Daddy," she whispered. "It's beautiful.. . you'll love it. I-It's mink
"
"Damn... ! Who gives a shit!" he blurted as she gave his cock a tender squeeze that sent a wild shock-wave rippling up his backbone. "Just keep going, Chickie! Don't stop! You're taunting the floodgates!"
Claire tittered warmly. She drew his prick's heavy foreskin down below its coronal rim, watching the satiny, blood-filled head pulsate excitedly. "Fifteen hundred dollars, Daddy . . . that's what it cost," she said, watching the expression on his lust-contorted face. "Fifteen hundred ..."
"So? Fifteen thousand! Fuck it! Christ, get at it. Chickie! Now ... !"
Delightedly, Claire leaned forward, taking her breasts in her hands and drawing them apart to press the soft, white valley snug to his cock, then bringing the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple hot flesh together, completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick.
Norman groaned, thrusting his loins forward automatically at the hot, soft contact of her smooth, resilient flesh wrapped around his thick, long rod, his hips beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic pumping.
Claire took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently raked her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the hairy crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus.
Joe Norman grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his rectum. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his cock engulfed between his doll's warm, soft tits ... felt her long nails grazing the sensitive, velvety skin of his balls .. . and the slow, salacious penetration of her long finger slipping up into his rectum ... up, up, up . .. until he could finally feel the palm of her little hand resting warmly against his lean buttocks.
"Goddamn!" he blurted huskily. "What the hell did you buy anyway ... the Santa Monica pier, or something..."!"
Claire tittered delightedly, her sparkling eyes alive with her own building desire. "I know how to reach you don't I, Daddy?"
"You're a beautiful, wanton bitch! No fucking wonder you couldn't make a good whore; you loved your work too much!" he rasped, half in smile, half dazed with the increased sensations building in his loins.
"Tell me about the groovy surprise program with the Belyals," she said, beginning to rotate her long finger provocatively in his nether hole. "I'll be honest, that blond young brute intrigues me, Lover . . ."
"So, what else is new?" he choked, with good-natured sarcasm, while with his powerful hands, he kneaded and squeezed the soft, satiny hillocks of her supple breasts, enclosing them tightly around his heavy, loin-thrusting prick and she leaned close to run her tongue moistly over his hair-covered belly and chest in hot little tantalizing trails of sensuous pleasure.
"Like maybe .. . Daddy wants to bed that golden long-haired dolly, eh . . . ?" Claire teased, knowing full well that he'd probably been thinking of little else most of the day, all things being normal with this man whom she loved and shared the fullest of hedonistic pleasures.
"I-It's crossed my mind, Chickie," he managed, then chuckled. "But right at the moment ... you've got a more urgent matter to handle . . . that is, if you're up to it. .."
Claire raised her head quickly to glance into his grinning face. She half-smiled. "Is that a challenge, Lover?"
He saw the tiny tip of her little pink tongue trace the edge of her lush red lips sensually, the eager expression in her eyes unmistakable. Christ, she was a sultan's dream. She'd as soon take it between her lips as her legs . .. "Hell," he pretended, "I'm not that much of a fool, I want to be able to walk before tomorrow."
Again, Claire laughed warmly. "Oh ... I love you daddy-man?" she exclaimed, letting go of his testicles and sliding that hand up the thick shaft of his heavy prick, easing back from him and lowering her face until he felt the warm moistness of those full open lips closing tensingly down over his pulsating cockhead.
"Uuggghhh," he grunted involuntarily, immediately tangling his hands in her now disheveled, raven hair and shoving his loins upward at her. He watched with lewd fascination her bobbing head and her warm mouth lubriciously absorbing his fleshy rod in an up and down motion, then he caught sight of their reflection in the wall mirror across the room and his excitement increased when he saw the thickness of his cock vanishing between her encircling, rouge-rimmed lips.
She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft spongy flesh of his anal passage, occasionally taunting his prostate to set off wild charges of sensation rippling through his loins and belly, and he gaped at the wall mirror, watching as his ever hardening and growing prick stroked in and out of her ovaled, sucking mouth.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned. "Suck it, Chickie! Suck that cock like you meant it!"
She did, her head beginning a furious, obscene nodding rhythm with his fingers entangled in her hair, and he gaped in satyrical lust at their likeness, staring as she plunged down on it, absorbing nearly the full length into the hot cavern of her sucking mouth and throat. She'd immediately worked it up to that level where it was pulsating and jerking with every flick of her tiny tongue, and as he watched he saw the pinkish flesh of her inner lips being pulled out grotesquely with ever voracious sucking upstroke, her own obvious passion mounting rapidly as she concentrated wholeheartedly on her salacious task.
Joe wished to hell now that he'd made her strip, yet there was something licentiously stimulating in her just being naked to the waist and the way her luscious hips and thighs were undulating secretly beneath the tiny skirt; he knew she had reached that stage of achieving her own gratification ... a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual excitement and mental whet alone. She'd wait for him, build to that peak, then his ejaculation into her mouth would trip her climax as certain as eight inches of cock buried in her educated cunt. The thought of that alone was driving him wild as he watched her slave over him, her heavy breasts jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to the unbelievable pressure in his swollen balls.
"Suck it . . . suck it ... suck it, Baby!" he rasped, lying his head back against the chair and pretending for the moment she was young Avis Belyal. Goddamn, he'd have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat ... all the way to her fucking tonsils . .. he'd pump his jism right down into that white belly of hers until she was ready to burst... ! Jesus, if only that other little tight-assed bitch hadn't tried to play so fucking noble on him .. . acting as if she didn't know what a prick was, while all of the time those goddamned impish eyes of hers were calling her a liar as they locked on it hungrily once he'd whipped it out there on the beach. But something had come over her because she'd changed from a hot little wife ready for a measure of strange cock to an insulted female bitch ... and after she'd led him on... Damn her! If only she hadn't flaunted that come-and-get-it air ... the fucking little cocktease! Godamn her! Well, he had, hadn't he ... all the way, too! He'd shown the bitch! And she'd never tease another ... unless it was Satan, himself... ! Oh shit, what a time to remember all of that ... when his nuts were about to explode .. . ready to blow his load right down his Chickie's eager throat!
"Come on, Doll, come on!" he hissed as his wife toiled below, the exposed portion of her body beginning to glisten from the tiny beads of sweat forming on her smooth white skin. Damn, he felt like pissing as she started to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his asshole, massaging his prostate vigorously . . . pissing right in her mouth . .. and he would if he could! The pressure grew in his balls ... it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt as if it weighed twenty pounds and was made of pig-iron ... and any fucking second it was going to explode in a thousand fragmentary bits and pieces probably shattering his sucking wife's skull like a pumpkin. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, ignoring her little protesting mumbles . .. and then it was time!
He felt it surging up from the depths of his balls and he clutched at her head while the racing flood traveled the long length of his prick, then he sensed the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck with an even more insane fury. He gasped loudly, his lips bared back from his teeth as gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth from his pumping cock. She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her voluptuous body quivering and jerking with her own climax, while she continued to suck in greedy hunger, little whimpering sounds humming in her chest, her head never stopping even as he rammed his prick farther and farther down her throat and he continued to shoot his load deeper and deeper into her salaciously sucking mouth.
Finally, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a heavy sigh as the final dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his cock began to deflate in her mouth. Still, she clung to it, nibbling tenderly, licking and cleaning it until it glistened in its use- less, flaccid state ... at last, kissing it and raising her face to him.
^ "Now, Daddy," she said, her dark eyes gleaming happily because she knew she had satisfied him as well as herself, "I think you're ready to see my new wrap ... in the right frame of mind, that is."
Joe Norman broke into a slow, half-exhausted grin. "Who the hell has a mind at a time like this?" he said, leaning his head back against the rim of the chair. "You took unfair advantage of me and you know it."
Claire laughed softly. "Did you like, Lover?"
"No comment .. . you might get over confident, and that's bad news with any broad," he teased. "So why don't you just get up and either put that dress on or take it off, then build a shaker of martinis so I can get some energy back."
Again, Claire tittered. "In case of an emergency, Daddy?" she said.
"Smart ass ... let me see this mess of animal hides you spent my hard swindled money for."
Claire smiled warmly up at him. God, how she loved this man . .. he'd been so good to her. Damn, she could do it all over again . . . just go on making love to him in every way imaginable, for with each approach she knew she could climax with a minimum, or no effort on his part, and she was extremely proud of that.
She got to her feet, her thoughts instigating revived sexual fermentations in her belly as she walked to the big window and drew the drapes closed. She made a special effort to square her shoulders, suck in her belly and thrust her breasts forward provocatively as she began to strip the remainder of her clothing down over the lower portion of her body. Damn, she didn't feel like sharing him with anyone this night, and the more she thought of it the more stimulating the tingling in her belly became.
God, she wondered if the day would ever come when she would get enough? "Now, tell me about the Be-lyals. Daddy," she said, slipping the tiny sheer panties from her curvaceous hips down her full thighs and long legs alluringly, aware of the rekindled spark in her Joe's lecherous expression as he watched her, while interspersing thoughts of the blond young adonis with the odd name flitted in and out of mind. If he was only half as good as he looked . . . wow .. . !
The bitch! Joe Norman thought. She hadn't had enough yet. Must be in one of those impossible, draining moods of hers, and the idea wasn't exactly revolting to him. Shit, one glance at her in the raw was all he even needed; she had the body of a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and between those strong round thighs where the black silken hair grew in a V-shaped, carpet of soft curling down was the most educated cunt on the West Coast.... She was smiling at him as she moved across the room toward her package, her dimpled buttocks jiggling and swaying as were her thrusting tits, and suddenly he realized that his prick was lengthening once more while his loins began to throb dully.
"What're you going to do?" he asked, his eye level fixed on the almost enshrouded pink split between her thighs.
"Try on my new wrap for you, Baby ... while you tell me about the program with the Belyals ..."
"Fuck the wrap .. . the Belyals too," he rasped coarsely. "Get over here and down on the floor. Daddy feels the urge to bury this growing piece of feverish meat, and he's almost certain he knows where to find just the right sized hole."
Claire spun about, letting the package slip from her hand, her sparkling eyes feasting on the rehardened shaft protruding from his hairy loins and pointed ceil-ingward once more. She couldn't restrain the little shiver of delight that spontaneously rippled up her spine. He wasn't lying; she saw the thick and long swollen rod in question and wild little currents of anticipation raced through her belly and loins. Everything else could wait. . . but she couldn't....
Chapter 4
Nick was contemplating the fact that the sexy, abbreviated white shorts Avis was wearing while she rustled up their dinner in the small kitchenette were no less inciting than the bikini briefs she'd worn earlier at the pool with Joe Norman. He found it easier not to look at her, from an embarrassing standpoint that was, for his rod had been in a semi-state of hardness for the past hour, ever since he'd emerged from the bedroom and he'd gaped, swallowing tightly, convinced that he could make out the entire outline of her pubic mound, including the erotic crease separating the lips of her pussy.
Presently, that portion of her was hidden from him behind the counter that served as a partition to the living room and kitchen area, but he still kept his back to her while he mixed manhattans for them, the low-cut, black jersey pullover she'd chosen not adding to the situation. Christ, he doubted that she had on a damn bra beneath it, only those luscious pointed tits of hers, and as innocent as her intentions might be, he was only a mere goddamned male animal.
"Honest, Nick," he heard her say as she continued to garnish the steaks and he stirred the shaker's contents vigorously, "I'm sure you're wrong about him. He seems so nice, certainly not the type to ever . .. well, you know what I mean...."
"Murderers don't usually advertise the fact, Avis," he replied softly. "And you better keep your voice down .. . these walls are thin."
"Yes ... I'm sorry . .. but he was so concerned that we be happy here," she went on, "insisting that we join in the parties and things. ..."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Nick said, the sarcasm keen in his tone.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she challenged. "I tell you, he was only being nice. I mean, even to suggesting that he might be able to help you better yourself financially. Lord, does that sound to you like the type of man who would ... ?"
"Cool it, Doll!" Nick snapped, turning to face her. "This place has ears! Besides, I'm not accusing Joe Norman of anything ... or anyone else just yet," he said. Then, he nearly told her what he'd already learned about the Norman Heights condominium and its swinging activities by inquiring around San Jacques, but caught himself in time. Better that she didn't know if she were going to be of any further help to him. And by the same token, he didn't want the goddamned sensations that were stirring in his belly at the mere sight of her there looking at him from behind the kitchen-side of the counter, her golden hair pulled casually back in a long ponytail, her wide green eyes searching his face, her beautiful features caught in a mild, offended expression at the sharpness of his voice . .. her magnificent breasts jutting forward like two peaked melons beneath the clinging material.... Jesus Christ, he damned sure wasn't ready for them . .. or was he ... ?
For a moment, she had paused in what she was doing and just stared at him; now, she dropped her eyes and went back to her work.
"H-How do you like your steak, Mr. Belyal, raw?" she asked sarcastically.
Nick sighed heavily. "Anyway you fix it'll be fine," he said, turning back to the small bar and pouring into the stemmed glasses. Damnit, he'd been a fool to drag her into this in the first place. With the likes of Joe Norman, anything could happen. But it wasn't too late to get her out. Christ, she was like an innocent child ... and now, he was more certain than ever that she was a virgin . .. and this goddamned party wasn't going to be any place for maidenheads before it was over . . . he felt certain of that. The best thing he could do was get her out of there now .. . hire a whore to finish the job .. . and get a little needed servicing in the bargain....
Nick set their glasses on the counter and climbed onto one of the two bar stools, offering a smile as she turned from placing the steaks on the grill. "Sorry, Baby," he said in his throaty baritone. "Didn't mean to come on so heavy. Here ... come over and join me in some needed uplift. ..." He held her glass aloft and out to her, struggling desperately to keep his eyes on her face as she slowly returned his smile and moved with jouncing, swaying, enticing grace toward him.
"I-I'm sorry, too, Nick," she replied softly. "Honest, I am. It's . .. it's just that .. . well ... I don't believe that Joe
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"Unh unh unh ... no more, Baby," Nick said, shaking his head.
She hesitated then nodded agreeably, her fetching smile still evident as she climbed onto the other stool partially facing him. "All right, husband. I guess I'm just not used to being the female passive as yet."
Nick grinned at her. Christ, she was a gorgeous creature. He sensed his penis swelling uncontrollably, causing an embarrassed flush in his cheeks; he hoped to hell she wouldn't notice. What the devil would she think of him, with Cathy not buried a month yet... ? Sonofabitch, he had to get a better grip on himself if he intended to accomplish what Lieutenant Chaney couldn't, and he damned sure did intend to
He said: "Well, just remember, Doll, the female passive is only a role. . . . Anyway, I think we've done all we can . .. together, I mean." He picked up his cocktail and sampled half of it, feeling her lovely eyes questioning his statement. "You may be right," he went on, "Norman could be all that you say ... but then, on the other hand, he may not be . . . and that's the gamble I don't intend to take."
Avis tasted her drink, her expression clouding even more. "I don't think I understand what you mean, Nick."
He took his glass and slid from the stool onto his feet, walking aimlessly across the room. In front of the drape-drawn picture window he turned to face her again and said: "I'll be honest, Baby, I made a mistake in dragging you into this. I just wasn't thinking straight the other night when I asked you to stick your neck out this way
I guess, my brain was too crammed with thoughts of Cathy and what her killer had subjected her to
Nothing, or no one else, mat- tered only that I find him . . . and at any cost ... but it suddenly occurs to me that you'd be too big of price to pay. You're leaving here, Avis .. . and you're going to- night, before anything happens to you."
Avis stared at him in utter surprise . . . disappointment, resentment, and a twinge of exhilaration forming a strange conglomeration of emotions inside her as his words registered, his "too big of price to pay" phrase helping her to keep rein on her mounting anger.
"Now just a minute, Nick Chambers," she started, setting her glass down with authority and stretching one long, shapely leg to the floor while the other remained braced on the stool rung, her beautiful eyes narrowing determinedly. "I'm not quite sure what you're getting at, but let's get a couple of things straight. I'm no child and you didn't hoodwink me into anything. I came here of my own free will because I wanted to ... and although I don't believe there's the slightest bit of danger involved, I have no intention of running away if there is. In short, I don't intend leaving this apartment without you ... my fictitious husband. So, that is that!"
Her sudden unflinching reply had jarred Nick aback and for a moment he simply looked at her in astonishment, undeniably pleased, but still convinced he was right. This wasn't any place for a delectable girl of her character . .. with that spectacular body of hers ... and Christ, those goddamned shorts were etching the outline of her entire pelvis area like a blueprint, just as the nipples of her full, pointed breasts were causing the jersey material to protrude strategically like a pair of in-sewn buttons
Damn, he felt his cock give an ungovernable lurch and saw her eye level drop to the front of his trousers immediately.
Red-faced, he tried to cover with: "I-I still think you're making a mistake, Baby ... I mean, there's some aspects to this setup you're not familiar with...."
Avis wasn't quite certain what had come over her, but she was definitely positive that it had! In the wake of the emotions she had felt only moments before, something wild and almost wanton had rippled through her devilishly, causing rare but not unfamiliar little sensations of excitement to tingle in her belly . .. yes, and even her loins. God, it had to be the startling sight of his ... his penis moving inside his pants ... and she could still see its outline there . . . long and thick.... It was hardening! Or maybe it was already hard! How would she know about such happenings? She was so damnably ignorant sexually .. . ! Oh Lord, she felt near to bawling....
"I'm not leaving, damnit! I'm not!" she heard herself half-shout at him in a frustrated voice. "I've come this far and ... and I'm going to see it through ... !"
Nick drained his glass, his brain racing in circles. Jesus Christ, what was happening here, anyway?. His prick was as hard as a sash weight and she knew it .. . kept looking down at it! Christ, did she want it ... want him to make a pass at her? Was that it . . . why were the tears suddenly puddling in her eyes? Frustration of the twenty-two-year-old virgin . . . and he'd bet his ass that she was . .. ! But he'd promised ... no passes ... ! The thought struck him that she might well have been his real wife at that very moment had he been equal to her .. . and if she hadn't introduced him to Cathy! It was the latter that had turned the final trick though, wasn't it? The way she had gently steered him away from herself toward her roommate .. . with that smiling, beautiful face and an air of untouchable superiority . . . guided him right into Cathy's voluptuous little hands to be overwhelmed by her sensuous desires and permissive morals. Until he had married and loved her ... he had! Yes, he'd loved his Cathy . .. hadn't he ... ?
"Do you have any goddamned idea what goes on in this place, Baby?" he put to her harshly. "Hell, I know you don't, but I'm going to tell you, then you'll understand why it isn't going to work. This condominium is a setup for swingers, Doll . . . mate swappers .. . husbands and wives who like to change off and make it with other males and females on a steady diet, no holds barred routine .. . and that's the ultimate finale of all the fun and games that Joe Norman was inviting you to join. Now, does that clarify the situation for you?"
Avis sensed that her mouth had fallen open in stupi-60 fied amazement. My God, what sort of hogwash was he trying to hand her, anyway? Oh, not that she was unaware such things went on, but here ... in San Jacques, this sedate little town? No, he wasn't fooling her in the slightest; he was trying to force her into leaving all right, but for some hidden reason she hadn't been able to fathom as yet and he was using this ridiculous sex angle thinking it would frighten her off. Well, that was where he was wrong .. . damned wrong! Because she was staying right there with him! She'd almost lost him once, and she certainly didn't intend to take the gamble again no matter what the cost. .. . All the same, it might be interesting to learn what he would do if she did leave... .
"And what would you tell Joe Norman . .. that we argued and I went home to mother?"
"Yeah, something like that," he answered, turning toward the little bar where the shaker sat. "Don't worry, I'll think of a story. The important thing is that you get out of danger...."
"And then I presume you'll find some other girl to take my place ... some slut, maybe?" Avis half-spat, unable to hold down the rage she was feeling. "After all, you've got to have someone to swap like the rest. You can always tell them she's your mistress and that your stupid, innocent wife knows nothing about her! That ought to go over pretty big in this type of operation, hadn't it, Mr. Belyal?"
Nick turned toward her, holding his glass in one hand and the shaker in the other. He saw the tears in her lovely eyes once more; Christ, she was talking like a jealous wife! He crossed the room to where she still sat upon the stool and as he drew close she drained her glass then held it out. He filled it without taking his eyes from hers, reading both the hurt and anger in these glistening, tear-saturated orbs of beauty ... and before he realized what he was doing he had set the shaker, his glass and hers, onto the counter and was drawing her up off the stool into his arms. ...
She melted against him, her full supple breasts burrowing into his chest, her lush, petulant lips falling open moistly to receive his, her dampened eyes closing while her arms slid upward around his neck and he pulled her tightly against him, his mouth smothering hers in feverish want.
Avis was too overjoyed to even attempt a thought of what was happening. He was holding her in his arms and kissing her ... at last ... oh, at long, long last! She felt his tongue caressing her lips, then bidding at the barrier of her teeth for reception, while his big hands smoothed warmly over her back and he held her so tight she could barely breathe in his arms, the delicious masculine smell of him like a heady fragrance sent down from heaven itself. Then .. . then, she sensed the throbbing of his hardened penis, so long and rigid, and pressed soHdly into the soft flesh of her abdomen . .. felt it jerk and pulsate hotly against her, as if it were manipulating itself from a brain of its own, and wild sensations of never before experienced carnal delight raced to and fro in her belly and loins. She sent her tiny tongue forward to meet his in warm, moist experimentation of lingual caress, the little purling noises escaping her throat doing so of their own volition.
For a long moment, Nick refused to acknowledge anything but the voluptuous enchantment of her in his arms. The aroma of her, the sweet taste of her mouth, the feel of her delicious body tight against him, her supple breasts drilling into his chest, her soft belly and firm hips, thighs, and pelvis pressuring snugly to his own while his cock spasmed wildly against the soft cushion of her little belly.... Fuck! He couldn't stand it!
He forced her away from him, taking a step backwards. "What the hell are we doing, anyway?" he rasped, shaking his head.
Avis clung to his arms. "A-Are you sorry, Nick?" she hissed. "I'm not... !"
He stared at her. "You don't know what you're saying . .. what you're letting yourself in for. ..."
"I know I'm not leaving here without you, Nick Chambers, no matter what," she said firmly. "Like I said . .. I've come this far .. . I'm going all the way!"
"I-I tell you that you don't know what you're talking about, for Christ's sake!" Nick swore sharp. "This is no goddamned game for virgins, Baby! Crumbs like Joe Norman play for keeps, or don't you value that fucking cherry of yours anymore?"
His bitter use of the vile word only seemed to add to the excited ripples soaring madly back and forth in Avis' belly and she couldn't contain the tiny shiver of excitement that flickered over her as she continued to cling tightly to his arms. "M-Maybe not as much as you do, Nick Chambers!" she replied, her eyes challenging his.
"You . . . you little fool! There's danger here ... if Norman ever learns that I'm looking for Cathy's murderer... !"
"Then, you do think he did it?"
"I'm not certain who did it, but I know he's here someplace, and the only way I'm going to find out is play their game, the swap game, and I'm going to need a wife to do that...."
"So .. . ? I'm her! Ask anyone in this court!" Avis said determinedly. "And you're not going to send me home to mother because I'm not leaving."
"Goddamned. You're a virgin, aren't you?" he threw at her.
"Well is that so damned bad?" she half-shouted back at him. "And what kind of a husband are you that you can't do something about it ... or would you prefer that I plead with you to make love to me?"
Nick could hardly believe his ears, yet he knew it was so; she was practically begging him to fuck her. She wanted to help him that badly . .. was willing to sacrifice her virginity and who knew what else to do it! Christ almighty! He'd seen and had all kinds, but this enchanting creature was absolutely the most ... and his prick felt like a white-hot ingot because of her. Yet, goddamn, as much as he'd give right at that moment to sink his throbbing cock into the chaste raw flesh of her never-used pussy and hold her magnificent body in his arms, he realized it would only be the beginning, that the dangers would be yet to come as he began to close in on the killer, and he couldn't subject her to that.
Suddenly, she had moved close to him again .. . was crowding her voluptuous body tight to his, and then he felt her warm, soft hand exploring, caressing, her finger tracing the outline of his aching, rock-hard penis, and it struck him like a bolt of lightning what he had to do ... and how he had to do it... ! It was the only goddamned way to get her out of there . . . away from any possible danger .. . !
Abruptly, he clutched her wrist, scooped up the cocktail shaker and led her off on a trot toward the one bedroom, tilting the container to his lips as he walked. Inside, he kicked the door shut behind them with his heel, then turned to twist the key, extract it, and throw it across the room.
"Okay, Baby," he half-sneered lewdly. "Strip! You want that hole up between your legs opened up .. . well, I've got just the cock to do the job. So let's play house for real .. . let's fuck, Doll. Take 'em off!"
Avis doubted that he could've stunned her more had he struck her a solid blow with his fist. She stood there dumbfounded, staring at him in perplexed disbelief. His contemptuously foul use of vile words and vulgarities had jarred her backwards several steps and she gaped at him open-mouthed as she watched the salacious grin twist his handsome mouth while obvious lust began to bead into his blue-eyes. My God, he hadn't had that much to drink; what was happening to him .. . ?
"Nick . . . please ... is it necessary to make it dirty. I-I don't understand you.. .."
"Understand? What the hell's to understand, Baby?
A wife I needed ... a wife I've got... however make-believe. And a wife's function is to fuck and suck her husband, just as it's a husband's duty to ream his frau's virginal cunt for her. ..."
"My God! Stop that filthy talk!" Avis cried out at him, shaking her head in complete unbelief. He was making some despicable joke . . . had to be! It was some warped piece of ill-chosen humor ... done in very bad taste ... and filthy words . . . dear God! It just wasn't happening this way! Impossible! She backed further away from him, gaping in hurt bewilderment.... He had to be drunk . . . didn't realize what he was saying! Yes . . . that was it, on top of the shock of Cathy.... She must help him ... get him to bed... . Sleep ... he needed sleep ... !
"Come on! What're you waiting for, wife?" he prodded, interrupting her near-frenzied thoughts, setting the shaker on the dresser and beginning to pull at his own clothing. "Don't tell me you're getting hangups already?"
She had backed to the bed but caught herself before falling onto it. My God, this wasn't the way she wanted it; she had to think of something.. . ! "P-Please, Darling . .. can't we have another drink first. . ?" she tried, letting her words trail off as he moved toward her, his mouth twisting in a lurid half-grin that caused her breath to catch in her throat, and suddenly in mounting panic, she dodged around him, running to the door and pulling frantically at the knob.
Nick gritted his teeth, hating himself for what he was doing to her. But Christ, he couldn't think of any other way to get her out of there, even though in the back of his mind he realized that he was destroying any chance he ever had with her . . . but the important thing now was only her safety.... He forced himself to laugh behind her, a luridly lascivious little nasal sound that said more than any words he could speak.
Avis remembered finally that he'd locked the door and tossed the key across the room! She swung about to face him, falling back against the barrier for support. He was grinning loosely at her, almost evilly she felt, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
"Strip, I said," he ordered, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.
"N-Nick ... wait ... my God . .. you're not yourself ... please, later ... not now . . . not this way," she tried. "I... I can't...."
"Fuck later! Now, Baby. This is going to take some time ... training you in the art of what every successful little wife should know. After all, you don't want to blow the whole deal when Joe Norman, or whoever, gets ready to slip their cocks into you at one of the fun and game parties, do you . .. ?"
"Oh, my God!" Avis gasped, cringing, yet tingling within at the horrible sound of the obscene words she couldn't remember ever having heard uttered before this day, and the horrifying significant meaning of his vile statement at that petrifying moment, while he continued to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular young body; until at last he stood before her licentiously naked, his thick, hard penis lancing out from his lean, hairy loins like some unleased instrument of torture.
She gaped in total disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lustful grin began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch while she stared in fascinated abhorrance, unable to shake the tiny galvanic sensations creating the turmoil in her belly and loins, mesmerized at the spectacle of several droplets of white fluid seeping from the small slit at its tip.
"Spellbound tool, isn't it, Baby?" he taunted purposefully, yet taking unwanted pleasure, too, in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "Now, for the nomenclature.... This is the shaft of a prick in the erect state . .. and the head or glans with the foreskin pulled back ... and these are the male testicles, better known in the idiom as balls...."
"Stop it, Nick! My God, stop!" she shouted at him, tears suddenly spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, despising himself yet taking a perverted degree of titillation in watching the contorted expressions of shock blending with unhideable excitement chasing each other over her lovely young face.
And he didn't stop, but continued to grin lewdly at her while she stood as if glued with her back to the door, watching hypnotically his stroking of the rigid fleshy rod, the unbelievable thickness and length of it instigating a new dreading fear in her mind that she had never before imagined. Dear Lord, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her there ... at least, she was certain that she never could! She knew her capacity ... had examined herself before, and she was small... . My God, it would tear her apart .. . split her wide open ... !
He was moving toward her again!
"Don't, Nick! Please .. . don't come any closer ... not this way ... oh, God, please?" she pleaded, even as she knew her words were being ignored entirely ... that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter how much she begged him not to .. . unless she agreed to leave, and that she wasn't about to do ... !
"Are you going to take off those cock-teasing shorts and halter, Doll ... or do you want me to rip them right off your beautiful ass?"
She stood there feeling completely defenseless, her tears stopped momentarily by the more potent aura of fear the thought of his huge shaft bursting into her had caused; yet at the same time, she couldn't deny the growing carnal sensations that were sending little shivers of excitement rippling over her satiny flesh. And then he reached out for her, jerking her to him and clamping her face between his strong hands, his moist lips engulfing hers tightly, his hot tongue spurting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his naked shaft gouged into the soft resilience of her belly . . . then, he was raising her sweater.
Avis didn't try to stop him ... wasn't certain if she wanted to. Rather, did she prefer the helpless feeling of being totally at his mercy to do with as he wished, and to this she added the thought of what an ugly farce she had helped perpetrate on her own self.
"That's it, Dollbaby," Nick hissed, smoothing one eager hand beneath the jersey and feeling her silken flesh quiver erotically to his touch as he caressed upward along her ribcage until he had reached her breast and his own breathing, as well as hers, quickened when his big hand encompassed the firm, rounded mound of satinlike warm flesh. "Damn!" he gasped. "Come on, let Daddy prepare you for the fucking of your life ..."
This time, Avis hardly heard him; her head was swimming and intoxicating things were happening inside her. She was dimly conscious of his hot, eager hands moving over her body and tugging at her clothes, until the air brushed against her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her exposed, full white breasts, and then she sensed her sheer white panties being drawn down over the softness of her full rounded buttocks . ..
Nick stepped back then to drink in her loveliness while she closed her eyes and stood, chin high, trying desperately not to tremble to pieces, almost losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her self-inflicted darkness. I-I'ra not going to leave him . .. I'm not. .. I'm not.. . !
"Christ, you're a luscious sight, Baby!" he gasped, pulling her against his lust-incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his muscular, hairy chest, his hands cupping the round, full globes of her buttocks and drawing her closer until his hard jerking staff burrowed into the softness of her flaccid tummy. His own brain reeled as forcefully he tried to maintain the crude, vulgar approach he'd begun in an attempt to discourage and drive her away. "You're all and more that I knew you would be ... when I watched this tight delicious ass whip around the office. Damn, how I wanted to fuck you .. . just flip you onto your back and throw those long delectable legs up over your head, then stuff this cock up into your tight little cunt until you could taste it... !"'
"Oh ... oh God .. . why didn't you then? Why didn't you, Nick Chambers? Didn't you realize that I would've let you . . . even wanted you to... ?" she hissed, suddenly backing them both toward the bed until they tumbled down onto it, his arms still locked around her while her mouth sought his passionately.
It was that kiss that destroyed the cruel air of bru-talness he had desperately been trying to carry off. Abruptly, he released her, inching back away to where he could better see her. "Damn . .. damn, Avis, I'm sorry," he apologized with shaky voice. "Honest to Christ, I'm sorry . .. but it's not too late. You don't have to do this . . . and you can stay!"
"Oh ... oh you fool, Nick Chambers! I want to! Can't you see, damnit! I want to!" she gasped, clutching at his arms tightly. "What do you think I am? Some sort of marble statue ... or just another lousy secretary .. . ?"
Nick kissed her again and she clung to him, her delectable body trembling in its need as she pressed it offeringly against his. He said in a warm whisper filled with contageous lust: "I-I know what you are, you beautiful angel! You're a temptress . .. a-a virginal, gorgeous bitch . . . and you want to be fucked! You want my cock in your cunt, don't you?"
Avis shivered excitedly in his arms at the gentle, yet teasing lewdness of his words ... sweet, lust-filled gentleness for the first time, and she clung to him until he pressed her away, raising up to see all of her once more.
"Y-Yes ... I want that, Nick darling ... I do .. . I do!" she hissed.
"You do what? Tell me . . . what? Hurry... !"
"Oh Darling, you . . . your thing inside me for the first time ever . . ."
"No, not my thing, my what. . . ?"
"Y-Your .. . your cock! Yes, your lovely handsome cock ... I want it, my lover! Oh, I want it so much .. . right in my cunt! I do, I do! Please, Darling, make beautiful love to me? I want it so badly . . . !"
He gaped down at her, his prick a throbbing stalk of hot, bone-hard flesh, nothing else mattering any longer only that he bury it in the tight, unviolated hole between her beautiful legs. Christ, he'd never even imagined such voluptuous feminine loveliness . . . soft, yet firm globular breasts standing proudly erect even as she lay on her back, and crested with tiny, pink hardened nipples . .. with skin like sable in its white smoothness, and a waist he could almost span with both hands . . . then the rapturous delight of her belly and almost pubescent, silkish golden hair-covered mound ... a thatch of gossamerish, curly strans he would never have imagined shadowing those small, fleshy, tender lips with the thin pink slit separating them ... and thighs so full, soft and heavenly that he wondered if he could really desecrate them.
"Christ!" he gasped, drawing her to him once more. "You're too precious to take like any ordinary woman."
"Oh, you better . . . you better if you know what's good for you, Nick Chambers!" she whispered hotly.
"Or what'll you do," he teased, kissing her nose and eyes.
"I-I won't be responsible," she tittered nervously . .. and then he felt her soft hand moving down his belly toward his loins. Christ, she was going after his cock!
"Look, Avis baby ... it's not too late ..." he started, again, but she had laid her warm, slightly perspiring palm on his rod, and he groaned out an: "Aaaggghhhhhh..."
He climbed onto her then, startling her at first as he wedged himself between her spreading legs, until they were looking at one another; he raised his hips and she clung to his hardened cock, her breathing beginning to come in shortened, quicker gasps as her long awaited moment, she realized, was upon her. She clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing occasionally catching in her throat at the feel of the hot, massive length of flesh she was encircling with both small hands, her fingers barely going around it.
"L-Lord, Darling .. . it's so big.. . !" C-Can . .. will it fit.. . ?''
Her lovely frightened face swam before his lust aroused gaze. "You .. . you want to stop right here. . . ?"
"No! Oh, no, Darling, no! Do it ... give it to me . .. please . . . ?"
Her excited, if frightened words, were libidinous music to his peaked senses. Christ, he was going to lose his wits if he didn't get into her soon! He leaned down and kissed her once more while she clung possessively to his aching cock with both hands, guiding its huge throbbing head instinctively .. . moving it up and down to part the soft blonde pubic hair, spreading apart the small palpitating lips of her pussy, until the tiny virginal mouth of her quivering vagina opened before it; she let free of his shaft then, holding her breath in obvious cringing desire as the blunt, mushroomed tip pressed snugly against the tiny pulsating mouth, and she coughed suddenly with the shock of the first stretching pangs from the unexpected pressure.
"Ooohhh . . . oooohhhhh God!" she groaned in confused anguish, mechanically resisting as the surprising torment seemed to increase. "Oooooooohhhhhh my God Nnnnniiiiiikkkkkkk . . . !"
Chapter 5
Nick wasn't certain why . . . perhaps it was the inherent perversion of the male beast, knowing that she was wholly defenseless and entirely at his mercy beneath him . .. but he sensed a charge of sadistic pleasure churn in his belly and groin at her soulful protest, and with a restrained wicked grin stretching his lips, he had begun to pressure the brutally swollen head of his prick harder and harder against the tiny membrane guarding the tiny mouth of her vaginal passage, raising another, more agonized groan from somewhere deep in her slender white throat.
"Aaauuugggghhhhh! Oh, my God . .. ! Lover ... it hurts ... it hurts terribly! Ooohhhh ... it isn't going to fit, Darling! No . .. oh, please . . . !"
Nick grinned openly, unable to hold it back, her pitiful groans filled him with a strange barbaric delight.
"Ooooohhhhhh .. ." she whispered again and squirmed frantically as the big spongy head of his cock continued to press relentlessly against the tight, elas-ticized orifice between her widespread thighs, and then its smooth rubbery tip wormed inside her with a sudden popping sound, sending a piercing, rending pain to sear through her pelvic area as might a cauterizing iron and she shrieked uncontrollably.
Oh, God help me! Momentarily, she thought she might faint! Her thighs were splitting apart from the unceasing stretching of the small moist hole between her uncloseable legs . . . and somewhere in the recesses of her brain she realized that she was no longer a virgin! God, she had to be bleeding profusely! He had torn her badly, she was positive! Oh, God! He was too big! Impossible! He was going to burst her open . . . !
Nick couldn't resist the evil excitement her wailing cries were raising inside him! She was Cathy ... and he was repaying her for all of her promiscuity .. . the anguish she had and still, in death, was bringing him, finding his revenge in the fiendishly slow penetration of her untouched little cunt, and time after time he flexed his hips to sink an inch or fraction thereof into her, until at last he knew he couldn't stand it any longer!
He had to fuck her all the way . .. and now!
He plunged into her tightly resisting cuntal passage with the force of all his weight and powerful thrusting hips, dropping down onto her to crush her firm, proud breasts in under his broad chest, driving his long, thick cock simultaneously with racing velocity into her pain-tormented, yet lubriciously stimulated cuntal channel, shocking the soft, tender walls of warm pink vaginal flesh in rippling, jarring waves before it. There was no holding his aching rod back, and with a loud grunt he felt his bloated balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the voluptuous cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Ooohhh .. . ooohhhhh . .. ooohhhh my God ... my God! You've ripped me wide open! Oooohhhhh Nick, Nick, Nick... !" Avis choked convulsively, screwing her buttocks down into the mattress in a frenzied effort to ease the excruciating impalement. Her legs kicked out into the air helplessly on either side of him, quivering and jerking as he held her pinned securely to the bed with his heavy weight and entombed, thick, lengthy cock.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh . .. ooohhhh ..." she continued to moan pathetically, still unable to comprehend the sudden savagery of his entry into her; she lay under him, completely filled with the massive length and breadth of his prick, the hard throbbing staff penetrating the very depths of her belly and beyond. God in heaven, she'd had no idea in the world that it would bring her such agony, or that he could turn into such a primeval animal, and abruptly she realized that any sensual excitement she had felt had been driven from her body. She could feel every tiny ridge of his huge fleshy penis embedded in the moist, tight sheath of her virginal channel ... no, not virginal any longer, was it... ? She had given that prized treasure to him because she loved him .. . and he'd pillaged it like some heathen savage in raping conquest . .. brutally .. . unmercifully! Oh, God, what had happened to him at that last moment? She couldn't believe the distorted expression of lust that still twisted his handsome face! Was it the after effects of Cathy's murder ... the shock causing him to lose his grip ... or was she losing hers . . . ?
Nick moved then, shattering her thoughts quickly, and she sucked in her breath, holding it in utter fear of what was to come next! He began to squirm on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his ever-growing cock burrowing deeper and deeper into her tender, moist vaginal flesh.
"Oh . . . oh, Nick ... darling, please! Please ... no more . . . no, I can't . .. oh, God, stop . .. stop!" she begged. Then, she felt him raising his heavy weight up off of her, his hands pressing her shoulders painfully down into the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider and wider apart, until the smooth, rubbery head of his prick that was slipping ever deeper into her was pressing hard against her cervix, and she thought momentarily that she'd go mad with the pain.
"You ... you bitch, Cathy!" he spat dazedly down at her. "You fucking slut! I got your goddamned cherry after all, didn't I? You lousy little whore! Now, I'm going to torment you . . . just as you've tortured me ever since I've known you! You hear ... an eye for an eye ... no fucking mercy ... !"
Avis couldn't believe the vicious, filthy words that were tumbling from his drawn back lips. His eyes were glazed and his face contorted in a near demented expression of vindictive lust.. . ! But he had called her Cathy, and that was enough to let her know she had been right; he was in a state of semi-shock ... and he thought she was Cathy. . .. God in heaven ... ! He had begun to slowly move his heavy penis in and out of her, picking up speed as he progressed, finally whipping her breath away so that she couldn't speak, until at last he was buffeting her whole soft, resilient young body with wild, jarring thrusts into the squeaking mattress as he rammed more furiously into her!
The sight of her lovely, suffering face, with her voluptuous, white sensuous body spread open obscenely beneath him kept a lascivious grin on Nick's lips. Her enchanting features were still twisted painfully from the agony of that first cruel stab into her; her lush lips were baring her small white teeth, little incoherent whimpers raising from deep in her throat. He knew she wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't get the words out, her whole belly and vagina were so stuffed with his throbbing cock. Her arms were outstretched toward him, palms placed feebly against his hips in a futile effort to ease the attack of his rampaging prick battering into the sensitive vaginal hole between her spread thighs, while her vacant eyes stared up at him unsee-ingly.
Damn her! And damn them ... all of them that'd fucked her! None of them had gouged into her soft pussy-hole as deep as he was right at that moment! And he'd ripped away her fucking cherry, too . .. ! No .. . no, someone else had gotten that, some asshole called Bob ... or was it Mesquite .. . ? What the hell was wrong with him? This wasn't Cathy ... it was Avis .. . beautiful, luscious Avis . . . untouchable Avis and he was fucking her . . . ! Cathy ... Avis .. . ! His brain reeled! But what a delicious tight little cunt she had! He'd gotten her cherry . . . Avis's cherry . . . Cathy never had one . . . she'd been born a whore .. . ! The bitch . .. sensuous bitch, he thought, holding Avis tightly in the lewd position beneath him.
He looked down to see his own curled, blondish pubic hair tangling and meshing with her gilded, silken strands, the head of his thick fleshy cock tunneling deep into the moist, quivering pink split he had forcefully stretched so wide. He could see her swollen, coral-hued cunt lips stretched to the near ripping point, the expanded outer rim of her small vaginal hole clasping tightly around the brownish-skinned base of his heavy prick like an elasticized, bewhiskered mouth.
He held her like that for a long moment, savoring the licentious picture of her fresh, youthful beauty impaled helplessly under him, his thick pole of rock-hard flesh encased deep in her white, trembling little belly. Christ, the fucking sight of her there, defenseless and subjected to his any warped whim, caused his shaft to throb feverishly, while his heavy sperm-filled balls churned with the pressure building inside them. The ravishing, untouchable bitch! He'd fuck her silly . . . stupid . . . out of her goddamned mind . . . !
Avis lay in a powerful, benumbed trance beneath him, aware now not only of the never-before torment down between her obscenely spread legs, but dimly also of the mental confusion taking place in the shocked brain of this man whom she truly loved. Intuitively, she knew that he, too, loved her, and because of that he would never have knowingly brought her pain, and at that very moment he wasn't responsible for his actions. He was caught up in some weird web of total mental confusion ... overwrought and not responsible....
It was not her he had raped, but Cathy . . . and that's why he'd changed from a lover into a feral animal! And there was nothing she could do but lie there beneath him and let him ravish her however he chose, no matter how degradingly, until he emptied all of his wrath in the milk of his-hot, raging semen . .. emptied it deep into her agonized womb and belly!
Dear God, wasn't it the least she could do for the man she loved, she thought masochistically? The sudden and hot pain from his brutal entry still seared scaldingly at her insides . .. but now with less intensity. His powerful shaft was moving in and out of her at a fixed, even bearable rhythm ... if only he didn't increase it in a renewed burst of rage. She subconsciously flexed her cuntal muscles experimentally and was immediately sorry, for the throb of her internal sinews encasing his plunging cock seemed to incite him more, and suddenly the thick pole was again boring its way deeper and deeper into the tiny, expanded hole between her tormented thighs. She sensed her cunt walls clinging to it of their own volition, clutching with a warm, moist heat . . . and then the swollen, spongy tip pum-meled her cervix again, grazing the sensitive organ as it nudged beyond into new unreached raw flesh, while helplessly, she clenched her teeth trying to endure it.
Rhythmically, he screwed into her while she endeavored to adjust to it, the pain amazingly lessening as her now defiled cuntal walls stretched desperately in her passage's natural attempt to accept the long, thick stem .. . until suddenly she noticed the soft tickling hairs of his testicles teasing softly against the smooth crevice between her buttocks when he surged into her, and subconsciously she began to swirl her tongue hungrily around her glistening lips.
She sensed them then ... the slow, but definite return of the earlier passion-filled sensations . . . lewdly coursing through her veins, arousing tiny salacious chills of unknown masochistic delight to ripple along her spine as she felt the even measured tempo of her confused lover's heavy cock skewering moistly into her defenseless vagina. Then, of its own volition, her strangely aroused body began to twitch and writhe receptively beneath him. She heard the mewling noises in her own throat and she found herself humming up into his mouth, thrusting her tongue with revived subliminal wantonness between his lips. Her legs drew back automatically in deep-rooted inclination, her buttocks squirming impulsively down into the bed, while her whole vaginal passage began to contract and release . . . contract and release spasmodically at the sudden enrapturing inner sensations that were increasing with his every stroke.
Nick felt her urgent throbs engulfing the full length of his buried cock. Her lubricious pink cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around his pulsating shaft. Her sudden pleasure-resonant responses were filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side while her hips had started a slow rotating movement around his entombed prick sunk deep in the warm and velvety sanctum of her soft white belly. He clenched his strong teeth tightly, sensing her incited nibbling vagina screwing itself up further onto his rod until the open lips of her now wildly excited pussy pressed against his hairy loins. Fuck! He hadn't expected this . .. even from Cathy . . . but it wasn't Cathy! It was Avis ... untouchable Avis! Yes . .. yes! Avis! Christ! He was going out of his goddamned gourd!
Avis realized that she was being overwhelmed by the re-incited wave of entrancement saturating her whole sensually incited body. All pain had seemed to dissolve into a maddening galvanic tingling, beginning deep within her womb and spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her silken hot flesh. She was suddenly a mass of exquisite moisture between her trembling thighs. She undulated her hips from side to side in newfound licentious delight, then in tiny little circles around his impaling lead-hard cock, feeling her dilated cunt-channel sucking in cadence to its tempoed throbs. But he had abruptly ceased all action, as if resting above her with hands placed on either side of her soft white shoulders, and he was letting her now hungrily clasping vagina pump up and down at will on the rigid, fleshy column of hard, glistening flesh fusing them together.
Nick stared down between their sweating bodies to watch her grasping little cunt slide moistly up and down his hardened cock, the coral sensitive ridges of clinging flesh pulling out and adhering to it as she screwed her full white buttocks down into the mattress, then the greedy little hair-lined mouth between her legs absorbing the soft folds back inside her again as it swallowed the heavy length of his shaft on the almost delirious upthrust.. . .
"Oh . . . oh, my darling . . . lover . . . ooohhhh ... I love you ... I love you, Nick Chambers ... so much, so much!" Avis gasped in delicious abandon. "Oh, Lover . . . fuck me! Give me your wonderful cock! I-I want it inside me always . .. always . . . right inside my warm cunt, Darling . .. and I want to learn to suck it and love it for you! Oh . . . please . . . please ... do more to me! Use me, Darling . . . make a slave of me tonight! Now, Lover . . . now!" she pleaded in the throes of her ecstatic anesthesia.
Her masochistic imploration set off a wild current of sensation inside Nick, instigating a new tremor of lascivious lust that surged furiously to his cock, his whirling brain and groping hands. He reached beneath her and found the widespread crevice between her round, white stretched buttocks, while at the same time he began to fuck his aching prick into the soft dampness of her impassioned cunt once more. She moaned with both apprehension and joy as he sought her hairless little rectalmouth with his middle finger, trailing along the silken smoothness of the undulating furrow and finding it without dficulty. It was moist from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled down from where his cock raced wildly into her.
She shivered erotically as he taunted the puckered little lips,lubricating the tiny opening with the balled pad of his middle finger before teasing and probing it with the tip. He felt her quivering buttocks recoil, then slowly press back against the stiffened digit to further excite him, and uncontrollably, he pushed hard into it, amazed at its resistance. It popped suddenly, its raised elastic ring of enchanting rubbery flesh seeming to open like a small mouth to suck and absorb his finger inside to'the first knuckle joint.. . . She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the sudden intrusion, then finally relaxed in final receptive submission.
"Oh . .. ooohhh, my lover . . . dear God! It hurts . . . hurts so beautifully ... I love it ... love you! More, Darling, more! Shove it all the way in . . . all the way in me there, my sweet! I'm yours, yours to do whatever t you want with! Love me, Nick darling ... punish me and love me!"
Nick couldn't believe it! His brain had cleared enough to know that the entrancing wanton creature of loveliness under him was definitely Avis Glass ... un-i touchable Avis! He was fucking her for the first time s ... and she'd been a virgin! He'd never known such ex-i citing, lust-filled pleasure, nor seen such delicious abandon! Christ almighty, he'd love her forever and ever ... and she'd love him . . . nothing else mattered! Nothing! They were both going out of their fucking skulls with their newfound rapture! He thrust his finger excitedly into her hotly clinging rectum, while at the same time, increasing the stroke of his cock into the warm working channel of her clasping cunt, feeling the smooth rubbery walls of her desperately sucking back passage enveloping and pulling at the length of his probing finger to the palm of his hand, causing her to whimper almost insanely with the oddly pleasant pain-ecstasy that had seized complete control over her nakedly squirming body.
She skewered her buttocks rapaciously back down onto the distended middle finger that was searching, thrusting, teasing the elastic warm depths of her nether hole, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it slowly in the velvety cavern of her widely spread ass, while simultaneously he could feel the in-and-out thrusts of his plunging cock through the thin tissue dividing the dual passages between her legs . . . feeling his prick with his exploring finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his pulsating cock. Goddamn, oh, Goddamn! His balls were going to shatter, then explode like a ruptured balloon! He'd blow his fucking wits entirely if he didn't cum soon!
He began to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock until he was fucking into her in strenuous unison, while she groaned incessantly beneath him. She spread her shapely white legs to the fullest, allowing him the ultimate access for his desperate fucking of her vagina, and suddenly he sensed his prick expanding more and more .. . growing inside her to the point where he was certain it Would erupt wildly like a raging volcano from the dull needling pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls smacking resoundingly between the tautly spread moons of her buttocks and against his own probing hand with its finger buried in the secret depths of her now unbelievably clenching asshole.
Again, he stared downward at where his cock was slipping wetly in and out between the flushed and swollen lips of her eagerly contracting cunt, concen- trating on the feel of the soft pink folds of clasping flesh clinging voraciously to his furiously rampaging shaft thrusting with jackhammer force up into her
belly.
Shit! He couldn't last much longer! He hoped to Christ she was getting ready! He didn't want to disappoint her, this, her first time! All of their future happiness together could depend on this initial union, and God knows, he'd already put her through enough agony. He had to satisfy her . . . had to. . . ! But his cock was ready to rip apart with his approaching orgasm! He couldn't hold it back once it tripped . . . and he had to shoot it into her soon or he'd lose his fucking reason entirely . . . !
Almost insanely, he began hammering into her with longer, harder thrusts while his finger wormed into the tightness of her rectum mercilessly. She gripped him snugly around his waist with her legs; he prayed that her sudden move was a sign that she was almost ready to cum ... he couldn't last another goddamned minute without blowing his insides out on the floor! Oh, shit. . !
And then she began to moan louder, whimpering like a tormented animal, basic guttural sounds that were rising from deep in her chest, and he felt her strong working thighs clutching and releasing around him as she thrust upward onto his cock, then backwards onto his extended finger to the tempo of his savage, almost fiendish pounding of her loins.
"Ooooohhhhhhh . . . ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ... as hard as you can, Darling! Fuck it hard! Something is going to happen to me! My God, I'm all afire inside! Give me everything, Lover ... all of you!" Avis coughed and locked her heels high in the flesh of his tense back.
Then abruptly, she drew back her legs even further, raising them up over his shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her hungrily grinding loins. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly shut, while her face twisted and strained as her climax swept over her!
"Oh . . . God, God! Nick ; .. sweet Nick, darling! I'm going to . . . now, Lover! I-I'm going to cum ... I know it! Oooohhhh . . . my sweet, handsome darling! Fuck! Fuck! My God . .. heavenly fuck! I love you, Nick . ooohhhh . : . love you.. . ! So good goooooooodddddd! Oooohhhh . . . don't stop . .. never, never .. . ooooohhhhh! I-I-I'll go mad ... maaadddd . . here it ... cuuuummmmmmmsssss ... ! Eeeeiiiiii-iiiaaahhhhh ... !"
She cried out, her voice trailing into a whimper then a moan, finally shrieking once more in a choked wail, pulling her thighs back further until the whole of her hungrily sucking vaginal slit was stretched obscenely open and offered to him to use however he chose. She thrust her loins up at his with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, another near-screaming cry escaping her as she screwed herself onto his cock and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her velvety cunt milked his throbbing prick ravenously.
Her fit of ecstasy momentarily took his mind from his own mounting climax and gratefully so, for he was able to give her the full benefit of his animal efforts, smoothly and powerfully fucking into her tender, rapture-flowing cunt while he simultaneously fingered her rectum with loving, desperate thrusts, but finally, the throes of her enthralled bliss peaked his drive . .. it was time!
He continued to surge into her with a frenzy, feeling her cuntal walls secrete the warm gushes of viscid female warmth around his plunging cock, flooding his shaft and balls . . . and as she jerked and lurched under him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt pulling at his prick feverishly, her breathing laboring in short deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, thick load racing the length of his pulsating rod in stimulating enchantment, racking his heavy frame as it spurted from the tip of his cock far up into her soft quivering young belly. It splashed and gushed around in unending delight inside her, while she ground her cunt tightly up against its buried depths.
"Ooohhh . . . Darling, Darling! Fill me with your hot cum! Fill me ... fill me, my sweet lover!" Avis cried, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of seething pleasure he was squirting into her.
Nick, at last, dropped down onto her, half-collapsing, feeling his warm male semen mixed with her female moisture back-washing his rapidly deflating prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too, gave one last exhausted writhing spasm, jerking to a final lifelessness, then lay shamelessly and beautifully still, her heart pounding in her breast beneath him.
"M-My darling ... !" she whispered almost breathlessly. "My sweet tired lover darling . .. I'll love you forever ... no matter what you ever do to me ... I'm all yours . . . forever and ever . .. !"
Nick didn't answer her; a feeling of danger was once more creeping over him, underscored now by the fact that he knew he had unquestionably involved her . . . there'd be no way of driving her off after this. . ..
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed suddenly, twisting beneath him and tossing him bodily off of her as she leaped from the bed to her feet.
"What.. . ? For Christ sakes, Avis, what is it... ?" he blurted, sitting upright in the bed.
"What. . . ? The steaks! They must be burned to a cinder by now ... !"
Chapter 6
Of course, the steaks were not edible and that immediately became a running joke between them. Nick good naturedly suggested that she was undoubtedly better in bed than she was in the kitchen and after they were married it might be advisable to have a maid who cooked, with the present high cost of living and all. In reply, Avis said she was agreeable, providing she got to select the girl for the position, "a non-competitive broad that will be as ugly as sin," she insisted while she fried bacon and eggs in lieu of their ruined dinner.
Later, in bed together, Avis quickly fell asleep in his arms while Nick lay there rehashing it all again in his mind. He hoped to Christ he'd done the right thing . . . making love to her as he had ... but damn, he couldn't have helped himself had he wanted to... Whatever he had felt for Cathy, it'd never been equal to the overwhelming emotion he was experiencing at that very moment toward the gorgeous naked beauty lying snugly against him. This had to be love .. . real love, not physical infatuation alone, and the fact of the matter was that it had been with him since the first day he'd met her, but she had very gently steered him off his course and he'd taken Cathy on the rebound . .. something like cutting off his nose to spite his face.... All the same, he still had a job to do; he owed Cathy's memory that much. . . .
He recalled that ACE AUTO had turned out to be a small lot on Ventura with foreign sport models their primary stock, undoubtedly the reason why Cathy had gone there. When he'd driven in he'd caught sight of a tall, good-looking young man in a yellow shirt, flashy tie, and plaid sport-jacket filling the doorway of a small frame building where a sign designated "Office". He'd cut the engine, stepped out and the plaid coat swaggered nonchalantly toward him.
"Help yuh?"
"Maybe," Nick said, digging out a cigarette. The young face was closer then and he could see that it was sharp-featured and shifty-eyed, not so good-looking after all. He wore his black hair shaggy and low on his neck, trying at a casual, hip appearance that didn't quite come off with the obvious lacquer shellacking it into place. "Like some information."
"Oh . . . ?" sharp-face grunted, a measure of disgust apparent in his tone.
Nick lighted his cigarette and let smoke from his lungs. He produced the name card he'd found on their table near the telephone, holding it up for the other to read. "You ... ?" he asked.
The shifty eyes scanned it quickly, then raised to Nick's face. "Maybe," he said. "Who're you? What's on your mind?"
"A girl ... an auburn-haired girl in her early twenties, hazel eyes, lovely, she was probably in here a week ago yesterday looking at cars. Ring any bells?"
He shook his head negatively. "Nothing, man . . . nothing."
"Are you Jerry Marco?"
He nodded. "Yeah ... I'm Jerry Marco . . . and I don't remember, man ... I mean, broads .. . hell, I talk to droves of 'em, say nothing of my own private stock."
He grinned conceitedly and Nick felt his entrails knot. "A real Don Juan, eh?" Nick said, unable to resist the barb, simultaneously reaching into his pocket for a small picture of his dead wife. He held it out: "Ever see her in here?"
The flicker of recognition that crossed Marco's eyes was all the answer necessary . . . then, had followed the twisted grin, but it had been as brief as the momentary gleam in his unsteady eyes. Finally, they found Nick's once more; he said: "I can't be sure, Jack . .. maybe she's been in here . . .What's it all about, man? You fuzz or something?"
Nick produced his company calling card and credentials stating that he was from the Department of Investigation of GOLDEN STATE INDEMNITY. Jerry Marco examined them and shrugged.
"Like I said, Doc, I can't be sure. Chicks come and go here. This broad . . . she don't register . . ."
"You're a lousy liar, Marco!" Nick spat, grasping a handful of his jacket and swinging him around to pin between himself and his car.
At first, the sharp-faced salesman attempted to struggle, jerking his leg up in an effort to knee Nick's groin, but a short left jab to the pit of his stomach, followed by a jolting forearm smash against his Adam's apple immediately sapped the fight from him, and Nick found himself holding him up.
"Christ! You don't have to get rough! We can talk ... !" he choked.
"You better talk, you bastard! And fast... !"
"Okay . . . okay, man, I hear you ..." Marco said in between a fit of coughing. "She ... she was here ... I remember her now . . . real doll ... the kind you want to tame right away . . . but she was all business . . . looking for a late model MG, and it had to be green to go with her hair, she said . .. Crazy dames .. . Anyway, I didn't have anything she wanted."
"So . . . ?" Nick probed, backing off and letting him free to straighten himself.
Jerry Marco shrugged. "So ... I sent her to Joe Norman in San Jacques. We work together. Joe usually has what they want... I ... I knew he had a green '67 MG on his lot . .. I'd seen it a couple of days before
And that's it, man. She swung out of here ... I never saw her again. I don't know whether she went up to see Joe or not. He didn't call to give me the usual kickback and he always does ... that's the kind of guy Joe Norman is .. . top grade . . ."
Nick hadn't answered him; instead, he'd jerked open the door of his own jalopy and climbed in without looking back, laying rubber getting into the street. . .
Reluctantly, Jerry Marco had probably told him all that he knew, Nick surmised. The dude was a punk, but Nick was convinced that he hadn't held anything back; he'd been too goddamned frightened. The point that had really ignited a spark inside him was that Carbyzen Beach, an almost remote and seldom populated spot, was between L.A. and San Jacques, which was only some twenty miles to the north and right on the ocean .. . and that's where the two surfers had found Cathy . . . laying lifeless, beaten, and raped in the wet sand of a cold January afternoon!
Jesus! He hadn't wanted to think of it, he recalled, yet he hadn't been able to keep from turning into the mouth of that broken, macadam road toward the desolate scene where it had all happened. He'd thought of Chaney, remembering the conversation he'd had with him before leaving his apartment. . .
"Have you come up with any damn clue at all?" he'd half-barked into the phone mouthpiece.
"Sorry, Mr. Chambers .. . nothing . . . that is, nothing of value yet," the lieutenant had replied. "But you must bear in mind that this is really in the jurisdiction of the Sheriffs Department of San Jacques County. All the same, we still have men assigned to it.. ."
"Well that's goddamned noble of you, Lieutenant!" Nick had snapped.
"Hell, man, I'm sorry, but what can I do? I mean, we have our limitations .. . Sheriff Ainsworth . .. Neil Ainsworth, he's your man. Go see him ..."
"To hell with him and you, too! I'll find her killer, and when I do I won't wait for any friggin' gas-chamber nor pissy-assed laws that think more of him than my wife's murder to snuff out his rotten life! I swear it! I'll kill the sonofabitch with my bare hands .. . !"
"Now listen, Chambers, you know better than that! You've worked with the law long enough ..."
"Go to hell!" he'd spat, smashing down the receiver, refusing to answer the half-dozen rings that followed and getting out of the apartment before Chaney could send any of his boys over to pacify him.
He'd thought of those things as he sat on the rock staring down at the approximate spot where they'd found her. He'd seen her .. . her face bloodied and battered .. . her sweet, lovely face . . . eyes gaping wildly . .. her panties gone, that voluptuous lower portion of her horribly violated, even to the tender little anus he had never gotten to, ravished and torn . . . yet, he still couldn't reason why any man would have to murder her . .. !
Cathy was not an unclever girl. She would've given herself in sex certainly to save her life; she'd already proved that with the ones she'd called Ronnie, Mesquite, and Bob! She wasn't inexperienced ... nor necessarily choked-up over fidelity . . . he'd never fooled himself about that ... but he'd tried to accept it as her way of life. . . Better that she should satisfy the fruits of a desire rather than play heroine over a stupid honor that was probably farfetched in the first place.. . Then why! Why! Why was she dead . .. ?
Avis stirred beside him in his arms, made a contented little kittenish sound and slept again. He caressed her lush, full breast lovingly and let his mind wander once more. .. .
"Your card . . . ?" Nick had questioned, studying it and smiling at the name. He said: "A. Smith ... almost like John Doe, isn't it?"
The other stared at him. He was a small man somewhere in his late thirties, with unflinching, leaden-grey eyes, a bloodless mouth and parrotlike features. He might have weighed a hundred and thirty pounds in his flashy, shoulder-padded, two-hundred-dollar suit.
"You interested in a car, bud?" A. Smith put to him.
"I want to see Joe Norman."
"He ain't here."
"When'llhe be here?"
"Who knows? He's a busy man," A. Smith said. "Call him; he's in the book."
Nick steeled himself; he wanted to slap his bony little face; instead, he turned away and began looking at the line-up of autos . .. And there it was . . . ! Or there one was ... a green '67 MG... He walked toward it, pretending to examine its exterior, making a big thing over the rubber.
"How much?"
"Twenty-three . . . firm, man."
"She'd like this," Nick said absently, looking in at the speedometer.
"You want to trade the heap?" A. Smith asked.
"No. It'd be a clean deal."
"Make it twenty-one then."
"I want to drive it."
"Sure . . . I'll get the keys ..."
Thirty minutes later, Nick had parked in the San Jacques Municipal Park, examining the vehicle from top to bottom. Almost immediately, he'd found them . . . her black little wisp of nylon panties . . . partially torn . .. but he'd found them .. . shoved down behind the seat . .. and Christ, that had been all he needed . .. !
He'd gone to Avis's place then and she had welcomed him warmly. It'd been some time since he'd seen her.
"Come in, Nick," she invited, her even white teeth glistening in the soft diffused lighting of the room. "It's so good to see you again .. . How are you?"
He'd shrugged his shoulders as he entered, she easing the door closed behind him. He turned and stood there, admiring her shapely loveliness as always. "I don't know ... as well as can be expected under the circumstances, I suppose," he said, realizing that he looked like the wrath of God, unshaven and nursing a hell of a hangover, but he'd managed a half-grin.
"You've been drinking and not eating . . . right?" she diagnosed.
He'd ignored the question, turned away and took several steps into the room, then faced her again. "I need your help, Avis," he said, his bloodshot, discerning blue eyes level with her own, guessing that his expression must be somewhat frightening. "I think I've located Cathy's murderer, but I can't prove it yet . . . it's going to take some doing ... I can't accomplish it alone. Will you help me ... ?"
She had stared at him, caught short for words, he reasoned. Finally, she said: "Y-You know . . . actually know who . .. who did that horrible thing to her... ?"
"Like I said, Doll, I'm not certain yet ... and I haven't pinpointed the bastard," he replied, watching her beautiful face blanch slightly at his choice of words. "But I'm sure I've traced him to his lair . . . and that's where I need the help to single him out."
"Have you told the police?"
"Humph . .." he'd grunted with open bitterness. He dropped onto one end of the sofa and cocked his right foot and ankle across his left knee. "No way, Baby . . . no way. I don't intend to let that stumbling Chaney louse up the picture ... or give her killer the chance to disappear..."
"But . . . but, Nick . . . you can't just take the law into your own hands!" she said, walking slowly toward him and stopping to gaze down with obviously alarmed eyes into his red-brimmed, vengeance-filled ones. "My God ... what do you intend to do ... if it is the right man .. . ?"
Nick remembered how he had studied her as she stood there. Christ, what a luscious young creature she was! And it wasn't as if he hadn't been aware of it ever since the first day he'd laid eyes on her, but he'd soon decided that she wasn't for him . . . she was more than a few levels above his caste and he hadn't tried to deceive himself otherwise. She was the epitome of untouched, natural beauty, the equivalent of the final result a Hollywood makeup artist might gain an Academy Award for; yet, except for light lip-rouge and a smattering of eye-shadow, it was apparent she did nothing to accent her enchanting features. She might have been the Harlow, Monroe, or Taylor of her generation had she chosen the screen, and he'd wager she could probably act, too; the gorgeous doll was talent unlimited, beauty personified, and character unquestionable . .. which, in essence, was the basic reason he had never made that ultimate pass ... character unquestionable . . .
"I ... I don't know yet," he'd lied. "But I don't want to take the chance of him getting away once I am sure. If I told Lieutenant Chaney what I've learned he'd be compelled to start asking questions . . . approach it from the legal side .. . and remember, Baby, all a killer need know is that he's under suspicion. No ... I can't take that chance. Besides, I don't have enough to go on at this point. . . and that's why I need you . . ."
He had no idea what she was thinking as she continued to study him in silence. Then, suddenly she'd said: "What. . . what do you want me to do, Nick?"
He'd smiled. "I want you to do a little acting, Baby ... I want you to play the part of my wife for a few days ... a week maybe. We'll move into a condominium setup in San Jacques .. . and I promise, no passes ... no nonsense along those lines .. . just appearances ..."
Well, she'd bought it and he hadn't kept his word, had he ... but Christ, he hadn't been able to help himself . . . and damnit, she'd wanted it too! Neither of them had been able to stop once their passion had gotten out of hand . . . The unbelievable thing was that she loved him! And there was no question in his mind but what she did, just as he loved her, which was the reason for all the turmoil inside him at the moment. He'd dragged her into one hell of a situation . . . placed her in grave danger with his thoughtless, revenge-warped plans . . .
"I give you my word, Baby, no nonsense ... I promise. We just look the part of husband and wife ... Nick and Avis Belyal," he'd said to her.
"Belial? Belial... ?" she had repeated in astonishment. "Haven't you ever read the Bible, Nick?"
"I know, and I've read. We spell it B-e-l-y-a-l. . . It's a carefully chosen name you 'might say . .. purposes of my own, Doll. . ." And then, he'd slowly gone over the minute details with her, selfishly giving no concern to the fact that he might be putting her young life in jeopardy . . . but he did now . ..
He looked over at where she slept like a child in his arms, a vision of enchanting splendor in her satiny nakedness, her long golden hair brushing against his flesh with the soft feel of skeins of silk. Again, he caressed the supple resilience of her full, pink-crested breast and felt his naked shaft stir incitedly. Damn, he'd like to fuck her again, but forcefully contained himself. She had to be at least a little sore between her lovely legs .. . and it was about time he started considering somebody besides himself... She purred beside him .. . Christ, he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to her .. . !
Chapter 7
Nick soon learned that possessiveness was very much a part of Avis's nature and secretly it pleased him. He relished the little ways she had of showing him that he belonged to her, and by the same token, that she was his ... all his right down to her last little golden, pubic hair. The next three days were spent almost completely in the privacy of their apartment, and generally in bed exploring the newly discovered delights of their love. The fact that they were celebrating the honeymoon before the wedding became a tender joke between them; yet, hardly a moment passed when the thought of the danger he had exposed her to wasn't present in the back of his mind.
It was Friday morning that he resolved to stop playing manhunter and get her safely out of there. He'd go to Sheriff Ainsworth and tell him all that he'd learned, just as he should have done in the first place. Let him take it from there . . . and so he had, but Ainsworth had been out of town for the weekend and he'd returned to Norman Heights no further ahead. Then, Avis had wanted to do some personal shopping and he'd given her the car keys, slipped on his bathing trunks and wandered down to the poolside for some further mental calisthenics in the unusual warmth of another day of California winter sun.
It had been deserted when he stretched out on one of the lounges, then the attractive redhead appeared wearing a green polka dot bikini that kept her a shade short of being considered naked, and took up a position next to him, rising to one elbow and facing him so that her pendulous breasts were held in check only by the feeble band of material barely covering the entire pinkish areolae of their nipples.
She was Barbara Decker, she said, married six months and her husband, Bill, did something or other for Joe Norman, but she wasn't quite sure what, and was he and Avis coming to the party tonight? Before he'd had a chance to answer, two more lovelies in risque swim garbs joined them, to which Barbara reluctantly introduced him. They were Toni Aimes, a tall, almost skinny brunette with a pretty face, pointed small breasts and big brown eyes, and a luscious young chick that still had to be in her teens. She was raven haired, dark eyed and provocatively plump. A ready, if sometimes frightened, smile decorated her cute ovaled face, but it was the freshness of the freckles dotting the bridge of her delicate nose and cheeks that caught Nick's eye. The girls called her Kitten, to which she shyly added that her name was Ann Davis and that her new husband worked in some capacity she wasn't certain of for Joe Norman.
Quite frankly, Nick was just beginning to enjoy the idea of being surrounded by such pulchritude when Claire Norman approached from her firstfloor doorway looking every bit as devastating in skin-tight white slacks and blouse as did the near nude harem he lay in the midst of.
"Sorry to interrupt, girls, but I must have a word or two with our new guest," she said, smiling at "Nick, her radiant dark eyes filled with myriads of scintillating little lights. "Joe wanted me to have you sign the lease papers when I say you . . . but it seems that you must've been taken up with other things the past several days."
Nick felt his cheeks reddening and then the girls tittered.
"Remember, Claire darling, they've only been married a few weeks," Toni Aimes teased.
"And it takes that long just to get acquainted in bed, doesn't it, Nick?" Barb Decker added familiarly. "I mean, with Bill and I . . ."
"With Bill and you it must have been like looking at old snapshots together," Claire cut her short with the jibe that all seemed to take in laughing good nature. "Now, if you'll come with me, Mr. Belyal, we'll tend to the business at hand and leave these little wrens to their chirping."
Nick laughed and got to his feet. "Sorry, girls," he said. "Maybe we can do it again sometime, eh ... ?
"You are coming to the party tonight.. . ?" Toni questioned, her big brown eyes searching his.
"We'll see," he replied, knowing full well what the "party" entailed and that he didn't intend to subject his luscious Avis to the likes of these swinging broads' cunt-hungry mates. Not that she couldn't take care of herself . . . she'd managed to hold him off long enough, but when you played with fire you were apt to get burned. .. .
"I'll be looking for you," Kitten said shyly, surprising him, and he'd taken a long glance at her before turning away to accompany Claire Norman who had taken his hand and was leading him off toward her left-open doorway.
Once inside, Nick said: "About the lease, Mrs. Norman . . . I'm not quite certain that we are . .."
"Call me Claire," she interrupted, pointing toward the sofa. "Sit down, Nick. There's no lease to sign ... I was just using that to get you in here with me away from the rest of those man-eaters."
"Oohhh . .. ?" he said, immediately sensing an inherent warning signal at the pit of his stomach. He hadn't anticipated such a frontal attack especially from the matron of the establishment. Assuming all he'd been able to learn from tongue-waggers around the town was true he shouldn't be too surprised; yet, he couldn't help but wonder just how spur-of-the-moment Claire Norman's appearance at poolside had been. . .. He added: "I was just beginning to enjoy myself. It's certainly a friendly place you operate here."
Claire let her sparkling eyes rove admiringly over his muscular, trunk-covered nakedness, finally raising to the level of his eyes and settling there with a twinkle. She watched him drop down on the indicated sofa and stretch out his tanned, hairy legs while she stood provocatively in the center of the room, her hands placed on the arc of her generous hips. She said: "I take it that you like girls then, Darling."
She was probing, he knew, and at the same time laying a foundation for her next move. Hell, he was no kid; he'd played this game before . . . and the name was blatant seduction. He felt his penis give a slight stir inside his swim shorts of its own volition and that irked him. She was an enchanting wench, all right, but things had changed for him in the near week they'd been there and profligate sex was no longer a part of his itinerary, not with what his Avis and he had found together . .. still, the sleuth in him and the painful memory of what had happened to Cathy were commanding his loyalty, too. Claire Norman was none-too-cleverly preparing to offer him the grand tour and his keen mind was clicking rapidly, mentally calculating the advantages or otherwise of learning what he'd come there for in the beginning. After all, who was closer to Joe Norman than his wife . . . and a sensuously aroused woman could be as pliable as a drug addict once she was caught up in her desperate need for a stiff cock. .. .
"You might say that girls . . . dazzling dolls like yourself, have been my hobby for years," Nick replied in his throaty, baritone voice, his virile blue eyes answering in kind every suggestive optical transmission she made.
"Well, how nice .. . and gallantly said, too, Mr. Belyal," she spoke softly, an appreciative smile widening her attractive mouth, while simultaneously he detected the tiny shudder of excitement that rippled over her shapely body. Christ, she was a hot one all right.. . . "And now, what do you drink, Darling?"
"Whatever pleases your palate will be fine," he answered, pressing the affable air she'd tagged him with.
"Like plain old Scotch and soda?"
"Just plain old Scotch on the rocks, m'lady."
Her eyes brushed over him in a sweeping, intoxicating glance that sent a hell of a charge through him, and he watched her turn away to gracefully move toward the small corner bar, his focus fastening on the curvaceous delights of her rounded hips and buttocks beneath the skin-fitting white slacks. Damn, he didn't like the aroused sensations she was causing in his loins. . . . Keep your head, Chambers, you lustful bastard !
His incited prick had swollen into a spongy hardness and he crossed his legs to hide it from her, while from behind the bar Claire Norman poured into glasses and watched him at the same time. She'd given him a decided ball-tingling jolt and she knew it. She'd seen his shaft thickening in the front of his trunks, the mere idea setting off wild fermentations of excitement in her anticipating belly, the act of his crossing his legs to hide it from view fascinating her. It'd been a long time since she had enjoyed the masculine charms of a conscientious young man . . . and especially with the blessing of her satyrical mate. . ..
"I'll leave it to you, Chickie," Joe had grinned before departing that morning. "You don't need any instructions on how to entice a stud into buying his stiff prick between those white, hot thighs of yours . . . only just make sure you get to him today. ..."
"So that daddy will have something going for him when he makes the big charge at the luscious blonde bitch tonight?" she'd teased knowingly.
"You've hit the nail precisely on the head, Chickie," he had answered, still grinning lustfully. "That's why I'm taking off for the whole day .. . and don't fail me. Daddy wants a big chunk of that delicious goddess's ass, and you compromising the handsome husband first is going to make it that much easier. Just make sure they both show for the party tonight. I'm breaking out the rest of that super Pernod we brought back from Europe to insure the occasion. ..."
"Wow, it should be a spectacular with that liquid dynamite . .. and don't worry, Daddy, your Chickie won't fail you," she'd assured him, accompanying him to the door inside his strong arm while his big hand caressed her buttocks possessively. There, she'd kissed him lightly on the mouth, but her mind was filled with thoughts of Nick Belyal and she hadn't been able to contain the shiver traversing up her spine.
Joe Norman chickled. "Christ, you'll probably fuck yourself out before the night ever gets here," he taunted lewdly.
"That'll be the day," she'd replied, reaching down between their bodies to give his limp rod a tender little squeeze, and then he had left, admonishing her one last time not to fail him .. . and she was determined not to, but for desire-mounting reasons of her own.
Whatever it was this blond Apollo had, he had it in quantity for her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be as good as he looked.. . .
Nick watched her move around the bar toward him, carrying a drink in either hand, her sensually stimulating endowments unwantedly captivating him. Damn, he had to keep his wits; he accepted the drink and watched her curl into a chair facing him, her long shapely legs folded beneath her. She was smiling faintly. She said: "Tell me, Darling, is she good . . . your lovely Avis, I mean ... is she as good in bed as you thought she was going to be?"
Nick felt his eyes widening in astonishment. Jesus Christ, he thought, what a hell of a lead question to open a conversation! She obviously didn't intend to pull any punches ... all the same, he wasn't plunging into anything like some fired-up high school kid ... let her come on as hot as she wanted and he'd ad lib it .. . maybe it would pay off after all
"That's a loaded interrogation if I ever heard one," he answered, offering her a one-sided grin.
"Really .. . ? Well now, maybe that's the difference between us, eh?" She tilted her head cutely, her dark eyes dancing for him. "Me ... I've always found sex a fascinating subject." She leaned forward, presenting him with a spectacular view of her ample cleavage. "But perhaps you don't find it so invigorating, Darling . . . ?"
"The subject ... or the act?" Hick countered, shifting on the sofa and raising his arm to rest across its back in invitation to her.
The raven-haired charmer didn't hesitate; she literally sprang from the chair and floated over to him, lowering her provocative body beside and snugly against his partial nakedness, looking up at him and leaning her cheek back against the relaxed muscle of his arm. She said: "I shock you, don't I, Darling? You think I'm a wanton bitch . . . and .. . and you know something . . . ? I am . . . right now, anyway."
Nick sensed his brain reeling in confusion. Christ, she was a fireball ... a takeoff of his dead Cathy, or vice versa. How the hell old she was he had no idea . . . only that she exuded blatant sex and she was lovely and desireable, just as Cathy had been . . . and goddamn, he'd always be an easy prey for an enchanting, promiscuous female.. . . Maybe that was his undoing, he didn't know ... or necessarily give a damn right at that moment. . . .
Claire felt the blood pouring hotly through her veins at the closeness of his warm, hard body; his keen masculine aroma filled her head excitedly and she challenged him with her dark, scintillating eyes. She sensed his arm drawing close around her shoulders, and then his hot big hand suddenly caressing the quivering little bowl of her belly, moving with slow but certain direction beneath her blouse as his handsome face converged upon her own! She opened her lips and sucked him to her, feeling the current of lust flowing exchangeably through each of them into the other. God, he was like a rare vintage wine ... a far cry from the tawdry domestic stock she'd become accustomed to .. . ! Oh, God, yes ... he was ... !
Nick felt his cock leap and jerk into final hardness against her warm soft thigh as he pressed himself against her, his mouth with ravenous uncontrolled attempting to extract an imaginary sweet nectar from her ripe lips .. . while their tongues met passionately, and his eager hand found its way beneath her blouse to her bra-encased full breast, forcing the garment away and allowing him access to the resilient warmth and fullness of its firm, nipple-distended entrancement. Oh . .. oh, fuck! He hadn't wanted it to go like this at all! The delicious bitch .. . she was something else, and goddamn ... he couldn't help himself. . . ! He had to get into her ... it was too late now for anything else ... he had to fuck her ... and hope to Christ that somehow, Avis would understand. . . .
"Darling ... darling!" she was hissing, holding her head back away from him and gaping licentiously into his eyes. "Let's go into the bedroom! Let's drink and take it nice and slow ... so that we can drain every drop of fulfillment from it?!
Nick nodded, mumbling something he wasn't certain of himself. Christ, she'd thrown him into a lust-warped stupor like some goddamned sorceress, the erotic sensation alone of her warm, full and soft tit in his hand damn near mesmerizing him. He couldn't actually believe it of himself! Christ, he'd always had women, all kinds, and shit, she couldn't begin to compare with Avis's unsurpassable loveliness . .. but there was something about her . . . something else that he couldn't pinpoint that seemed to penetrate beneath his flesh to be very marrow of his bones letting him know he had to have her... . Then, he heard himself say: "You call it, Baby . . . whatever you want . . . just as long as we get to the main course . . . and soon!"
"Oh, Lover . . . you want me don't you?" she whispered hotly, running her hand over the sparse blond hair of his naked chest and brushing a kiss lightly against his lips, the mere thought of his youthful, potent masculinity desiring her sexually steeped flesh causing wild and salacious tingles to race through her.
"I want to fuck ... if that's what you mean!" he choked, "and right now I wouldn't give a damn if the whole world watched!"
His use of the lewd, intoxicating word only sent further spasms of excitement raging through her. She clung to him and kissed him again. God, she couldn't remember when a man had peaked her to such passion with nothing more than a kiss, the feel of his body, and his hand on her tit! He had it, was all! He had that certain touch that a woman could wait a lifetime for! She could feel the blood flowing hotly through his fingers as it caressed and massaged her breast, and the tautness of his muscular, young body was telegraphing sensuous messages into her own at every point. Christ, she could fall in love with him! Oh ... if only his cock measured up to the rest of him .. . ! Damn, she'd fuck and suck him until he lost his soul to her!
"Now, Baby .. . now! For Christ's sake, let's go in there if we're going!" Nick heard himself gasp. "Shit . . . I've got to fuck you that first time ... or love my goddamned cool entirely ... !"
"Y-Yess, Lover . . . now... !" Claire hissed, running her hand over the outline of his swollen prick inside his shorts. "Pick me up . . . carry me . .. oh, God, make love to me Nick darling . . . fuck me good!"
"I'll screw your beautiful ass off!" he replied emphatically, lifting her from the sofa as if she were a child and holding her in his arms. "I'll fuck you silly, Baby!"
"Oh . . . Lover . . . oohhhh . . . !" she whimpered in his arms. "Hurry ... please hurry, Darling...!" She kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth and pressing her firm breast tight to him as he carried her. He lowered her to the bed and immediately she sat up then got to her knees, stripping away her clothes.
Nick watched her almost frantic movements, his cock jumping furiously as she stripped before him, first unleashing her magnificently thrusting rose-capped breasts that jiggled and swayed pruriently to her writhing and squirming hips and buttocks as she wriggled out of her slacks and panties; then she dropped back onto the bed, rolling into a spread-eagled position, gazing wantonly up at him.
He gaped down at her naked loveliness, the thought occurring to him that he was as hooked at that moment as any hype had ever been. Fuck, he couldn't have walked away from that carnal invitation had his life depended on it. Visions of Avis from somewhere in the frenzied recesses of his brain tried to press forward, but he drove them back. Christ, she'd just have to try and understand is all... ! Maybe he was just a lousy, weak bastard ... he didn't know, or much give a damn . . . !
His lust-filled eyes played greedily over her full, delicious contours as ripples of seething desire charged through him. His prick throbbed as he watched her sensuous bodily writhings lying stretched out in lewd anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the unexpected entrancement of her firm and high set, full rounded breasts, and now he was staring at the enticing arch of her ivory sheened hips that led downward to the smooth sweep of long, perfectly shaped thighs and calves. They were spread apart licentiously and he could clearly see through the soft, dark pubic hair to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny dew-drops of love-moisture glistening there.
"Christ!" he hissed, "You're a delicious bitch!"
She moaned in response, then pleaded, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her striking eyes seeming to glaze in her mounting passion. "D-Don't say anymore . . . just hurry, Darling! God, I want you so .. . !"
Nick began pushing down his swim trunks while she watched in salacious fascination, then, his jock strap that was inadequately trying to contain the stone-hardened bulge of his cock. She raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed lustfully on his loins as he made the unveiling.- "Oh, God!" she gasped with breathless awe at the long, thick rigidity of his shaft lancing out from his lean, blondish, hairy loins. She stared at the pulsat ing, blood-engorged head, her small pink tongue tracing her bowed lipline passionately. "It's . . . it's beautiful! Oh . .. Lover, Lover .. . bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached closer and stood stark naked before and above her, his hands on his hips.
Nick felt an uncontrollable spasmodic sensation course over his hot flesh as she gently let his prick rest in the palm of her soft hand, slowly encircling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his tremoring thighs to enclose from beneath his balls tenderly, then ... then, her tiny tongue snake out to lick at the small split in the tip of his cock-head, catching the few seminal drops that had oozed out with his building lust.
He grunted at the warm moist contact of her tongue with the sensitive glans of his prick, then grunted again as she drew it gently toward her with her hands, opening her soft damp lips and pulling it slowly but continuously into her mouth, her tongue beginning a titillating, smooth swirling action as she sucked it in ... in ... in .. . until he gaped in amazement as near all of his throbbing thick rod disappeared between her working lips and muscle-controlled throat. At last, she slowly withdrew her head, her ovaled mouth sucking lasciviously to its very tip and off . . . then, she rolled back onto the bed, her arms and legs spreading open once more to receive him.
"Now, Lover, now! Come down here and fuck me to death with that wonderful cock!" she breathed hotly up at him.
"Christ!" Nick blurted, the lurid word tumbling from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half on top of her, his hand smoothing eagerly over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breast, kneading, cupping, stroking, his hot mouth finding hers, his tongue exploring the poignant taste of his own prick there, adding to his animal mounting desire.
"You're going to be my lover for a long, long time. Darling . .. maybe forever!" she whispered, her soft hands clutching possessively at the hardened muscles of his back. "And I'll see that you want for nothing . .. that you live like a king. . . ." Nick tried to make sense from her words, but it was damned near impossible. His brain wasn't functioning properly .. . her overwhelming lust-inciting body had taken almost complete charge of his mental capacities . .. yet, something had clicked meaningfully in his mind and he said: "What are you . .. secretly a Miss Rich-Bitch . . . that you can afford to support a lover and his wife . . . ?"
"You know better than that, Darling .. . but me Joe will do just about anything for me," she said, her small hands smoothing and massaging over the tanned flesh of his back as she whispered up at him.
"Like keep your cock-man for you?" Nick probed, hardly able to concentrate on his own words, but aware, nevertheless, that she was touching on the type of information he needed to know. ' nd what does he get out of that?"
"Oh, don't worry about Joe Norman ... he has his methods . . . just as he has the right connections, Darling, but believe me, I never nose into his business dealings. All I can tell you is that most of the young husbands in Norman Heights work for him, make plenty of money, and spend most of their time at home with their wives. ..."
"Or somebody else's," Nick said, adding a little grin.
"So . . . you know all of our secrets, Darling . .." she said, her eyes widening with surprise. "A-Are you adverse to ... to such arrangements, Lover?" she questioned softly, caressing her hands down along his rib-cage to his lean buttocks to clutch and grasp there eagerly.
"R-Right now I don't know what the hell I'm adverse to. . .. All I want is you, Baby!" he rasped down at her and not really lying either. He rolled onto his side bringing her with him, then ran his hand down over the ivory skin of her warm, flat belly and downward to the silky, hair-shaded mound that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink, strain-lined slit between her full thighs to the hot crevice of her lush buttocks, and she gasped into his face continuously from the sensations he was setting off inside her, her sweet breath like some heady perfume that he couldn't get enough of.
He gently rolled her onto her back once more and ground his interminable growing, rigid cock against her outer thigh and hip while he caressed and explored the intimate areas of her voluptuous body, his brain still spinning with the limited information she had unwittingly passed to him. Chirst, it would have to keep ... he couldn't think straight lying there with her half beneath him .. . and then . . . shit! She had his cock in her soft hand! Her mouth found his .. . wide open . . . she was eating his face ... sucking and nibbling at his tongue . . . trying to maneuver him completely on top of her once more, between her obscenely spread-open white, rounded thighs ... wanting his aching hot pole inside her warm moist cunt... !
Fuck! What else mattered, anyway . . . only that he got into her before he blew himself between her lovely legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the graceful curves of her back and hips. He felt the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her belly and loins up against his in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her long smooth muscles ripples lightly beneath the soft, milk-white skin, indicating a vigorous, hidden strength that intrigued him. The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs pressed against his hips, and he thought of how those shapely legs would grip and possess him once he'd thrust his pulsing cock deep up into her quivering belly... .
"Oh, God . .. you're something else, Nick Belyal! No wonder I wanted you so badly . . . it's been a long time since any man turned me on like this! Please, don't let it stop! I love your body!" she whispered hotly, biting at his lips and grinding the bowl of her soft belly tightly up to him. Her hands went again to his taut buttocks, her long nails raking them, then moving upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're going to be all mine from here on out, Lover! All mine!" she hissed into his ear. "Tell me that you want to be . . . !"
"And play flunky for Joe Norman?" he answered, kissing her open, panting mouth, and then her nose and eyes.
"He'll treat you right, Darling .. . I'll see to that .. . because you'll be with me most of the time, like this ... where I can have your cock and balls ... all of you at least once a day!" she hissed passionately. "Tonight at the party. "I'll let him know how it has to be .. . and you and I will slip away for more loving. ..."
Nick hesitated, trying to let her words sink in. Christ, who was manipulating whom? He couldn't seem to help himself. . . ! It was almost as if he were being bewitched by her wanton carnality ... losing all sight of his own goal. . .. Christ! "Damn you .. . you luscious bitch! I'm going to fuck you now .. . right out of your passionate skull... !"
"Oh, Lover, you delicious male! Do it . . . yes : .. yes, fuck me stupid! Make me beg! Shove that beautiful cock into my cunt before I lose my mind! Now, Darling . .. my God, now!"
Nick wedged his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the smoothness of her full rounded buttocks and pulling her moist, quivering loins up tighter against his own. He lay his palpitating cock into the partially splayed slit of her pink, velvety cunt, grazing it back and forth against the sensitive raw flesh until it was well insinuated between the flushed, lu-bricious hair-lined flanges. He began a pressurized sawing motion, sensing the erotically throbbing mouth growing more viscid and vibrant with every passing second. Her ass fell into an urgent answering rotation against his churning genitals, while the head of his prick gently massaged the distended bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her clenched teeth at him.
"Ooohhhhh ... I-I love that! Oh, God . .. you really know how, don't you, Lover! Ooohhh . . . you wonderful cock-man! P-Put it into m-me .. . now! I've got to have it inside me! Fuck me, Darling ... fuck me! I can't wait any longer ... !"
Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves locking behind the backs of his strong thighs as she squirmed wildly in under him. He kissed her open-mouthed, while her searching hands worked between them until she grasped his steel-hard cock again and guided it pointedly through the moist, pink crevice of her desire-heated pussy. She trembled all over and whimpered loudly as her educated loins lurched upward at him, the lubricious grasping mouth of her cuntal passage seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed knob of his thick stalk of aching, hard flesh.
Nick grunted in his own fired lust, feeling the soft silken hairs of her cunt grazing his prick from her salacious movements, and he gave himself to the licentious moment all the way, his mind blank to all else but the anticipation of burying his cock in the hot flesh of her hungry, seeking, pussy channel. He sucked in his breath and drove his hips forward, feeling the receptive, damp vaginal hole accepting and absorbing his prick right up into the depths of her passage with a slight sucking sound, her cuntal muscles immediately setting to work on the rigid meaty length of his wildly throbbing cock as if it were going to devour the intruder.
"Oh . .. oohhhh, my God . .. my God!" Claire cried out at the enrapturing sensation of his thick, magnificent long shaft soaring right up into the deepest confines of her seething, libidinous vagina. She felt the bloated, rubbery head nudge her cervix with a twinge of exhilarating pain-pleasure, and she dug her long nails into his shoulders as she cried out in ecstasy, thrusting her impassioned loins up at him for more.
Holy Christ, Nick thought, his brain whirling lasciviously. He couldn't remember a woman quite like this one in his none-too-chaste young existence . . . she put the entourage of casual, as well as professional, love makers he'd even known to ultimate shame . . . not just her enthusiastic and sincere participation, but the fucking enchantment of her mind-destroying, magnificent body! Godamn! A man ... any man, could fall unwittingly under the spell of her sensual, erotic charms ... just as he had with Cathy . . . and maybe he was again. . .. Oh, Christ! Her cunt-sheath was milking his tingling prick like an extractor. Shit, he wouldn't last ten seconds this way! The whole goddamned scene was going to blow his nuts before he ever got started .. . and what would she think of him then? He turned his head away, as if it might help to blank his brain for a moment until he gained control of himself, but then he saw the reflection of their obscene, squirming entanglement in her vanity mirror, the licentious spectacle damned near peaking him immediately!
He tried to establish a rhythm and simultaneously control his orgasm, racing his long, thick cock the full length of her passage, but her sucking cunt was drawing ravenously at the lining of his balls! He felt them clap hard against the rounded orbs of her soft, white ass; he sensed his rectum constructing spasmodically! Fuck! He couldn't hold it: he couldn't. . . !
"I-It's all right, Lover! I understand!" she gasped up at him, her tongue suddenly laving his lips, his nose, his eyes! "Cum .. . cum, Darling!" She drew back her thighs, thrusting her moisture-covered crotch up at him, making her clutching, wildly sucking cunt subservient to his most frantic, lust-crazed thrusts.
"Christ! I can't hold it back!" he whined apologetically down at her.
"It's all right, my sweet man! This is just the beginning! Fuck me hard! Cum! Squirt it into me . . . way up into my belly . .. your hot jism . . . ! Fill me Nick love! Fill me ... !"
He did .. . there was nothing else in this animal world he could do . . . his cock lurching and jerking insanely, shooting his sperm deep into the core of her delicious body in convulsive gushes that racked his whole muscular frame, pumping and pumping it unendingly into her, a raging, uncontrollable stream of boiling lust. He heard himself choke, then wail out his pleasure as if it coming from some unknown quantity in the' room, and abruptly sensing that she, too, was climaxing as she half-screamed into his face while her cunt sucked at his spewing cock madly to her writhings and squirming beneath him that were savage movements of bodily enrapture . . . !
Nick was ready to collapse exhaustedly into her arms . . . but he never did. That third quantity in the room made its real presence known, and he bolted to his knees at the sound of her voice.
"Oh! Oh . . . you bastard, Nick! H-How could you? How could you? And . . . and I believed you, too ... ! Oh, God . . . !"
Nick twisted himself, half-erect, into an absurd position to see Avis standing in the bedroom doorway, tears streaming down her lovely cheeks, and he doubted that he'd never forget the expression of pained horror distorting her beautiful face as he gaped at her in utter defenseless shame for the whole of the ten seconds she stood there before wheeling around and running from the apartment, loud, convulsive sobs reaching him in her wake... !
Chapter 8
Of course, he'd expected her to be packing, and he wouldn't have been surprised had she unleashed the apartment's supply of crockery at him when he walked through the doorway .. . but it was nothing like that. Instead, he found her preparing dinner in the kitchenette, not crying, and anything but coldly indifferent.
Hell, he couldn't believe it!
In the aftermath of their discovery, he'd crawled slowly from between Claire Norman's luscious legs, trying desperately to keep a hold on himself, for after all, it wasn't her fault ... at least, entirely; he was over twenty-one and should know what he was getting into.. . .
"She's a woman, Lover . . . she'll be all right," Claire said, raising to her elbows, then slowly swinging her feet to the floor as he began to dress. "Don't worry . . . maybe it's better that she did catch us ... it might make it easier in the future."
Nick glared at her. Christ, what the hell did she know? She must think the whole lousy world functioned as promiscuously as did she! But he couldn't cut her down . . . had to keep his head for once in this screwy game he'd let himself in for. Goddamn, he'd probably just lost everything that had ever mattered a sou to him, and he wasn't about to waste the price he'd paid. At least, maybe he could finish what he'd set out in the beginning to do ... and that would be something, although at that moment even the thought of Cathy twisted at his entrails, too. .. . Still, he managed a weak grin and said: "The fucking world is full of surprises, isn't it, Baby?"
Claire had walked to a closet and brought out an ankle-length red satin robe. When he looked at her she was covered and fastening buttons. She smiled also, a warm, seemingly understandable expression.
"Don't worry, Darling, it'll be all right," she reassured, moving toward him as he slipped his swim trunks up over his lean hips. "She's your wife, and unless I miss my guess, she loves you. Anyway, she'd be a fool if she didn't. ..."
There! That was it! What the hell did she know, Nick thought bitterly? If only Avis was his wife . . . maybe then, he could reason with her, but under the circumstances he knew it was going to be futile. ... He watched the enchanting bitch into whom he had just poured the lust of his loins, and probably at the cost of all the happiness he'd ever imagined, move toward him, and in his heart he knew he held no malice toward her. Christ, she was a delectable piece! Even the fucking robe couldn't destroy her feminine shapeliness. Her tits thrust forward beneath the quilted, silklike material and she came close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing their firm, yet soft pointed tips snugly against his chest.
"Believe me, Lover, it'll all work out," she insisted, raising her mouth to be kissed and he did .. . almost as if he couldn't restrain himself. "You'll come to the party tonight. . . ?"
"I don't know about that. . . ."
"Please, Darling . .. ? Trust me. The party is the secret ingredient ... the necessary thing that'll smooth it all for both of you...."
Shit, he wasn't fooled by those ridiculous philosophical words! He caught himself from making a snide comeback, but all the same, he knew what she was getting at. . . . A little promiscuous episode on Avis's part could balance the score, make it all equitably right again ... as if that were possible ... and as if he would willingly sanction it. . . ! All the same, he'd probably be at their party, but alone, with Avis long gone unless he missed his guess. He'd pretty much drawn all his cards . . . now, he'd have to accept all raises and check to see whether he held a winning hand or not. No use blowing the whole game at this stage. So, he'd cheated a little, but the wagers were high . .. too high maybe, and now Avis would be out of it the way he'd wanted once he'd learned the depths of the stakes they were playing for.. . .
"You don't believe me, do you, Baby?" Claire said, looking up into his face and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You figure it's all over between you two just because she caught us in bed together. . . ."
"Maybe it's better that way," he said, laying foundation.
"Maybe . .. but I don't think so, Lover. She loves you or she wouldn't have put on such a short, but dynamic show. Go up there and ad lib it. You can, you know .. . you can do just about anything you set your mind to . . . damn, yes!"
She kissed him again, clinging tightly, while he forced a grin down at her. "I'll see you later," he said, backing off, out of her grasp.
"At the party?"
"Sure ... why not?"
"With your sweet little wife . . . ?"
"We'll see," he said, moving toward the door, but holding no hope of finding this girl he had truly come to love in any sort of receptive mood. .. . Claire Norman, he was thinking, might know her type of female, but she couldn't possibly understand the delicate and intimate workings of a girl like Avis Glass . . . and neither could he, Nick decided, as he walked into their apartment and found her in the midst of their dinner preparation rather than packing her bags. ...
He walked to the counter and climbed onto a stool feeling like a fool. He could think of nothing to say, but she was ignoring him anyway as she went about her duties diligently. He fumbled out a cigarette, lighted it and blew away smoke, watching her shred lettuce and slice up a tomato with unusual gusto. Finally, he said: "Do you want to talk .. . ?"
For a long moment she didn't answer, then: "I was just cogitating . . . how do you think my white mini would look for the party tonight ... or should I wear the red one with the plunging neckline?" she questioned calmly, her tone of voice completely astonishing him. "Of course, with the red one I can't wear a bra, but under the circumstances that might be better all around, mightn't it ... I mean, after all, we do have a job to do, don't we, Darling .. . ?"
Nick swallowed tightly, sensing the rage immediately boiling up from his belly as he measured her words and the almost sarcastic tone of voice she had used in speaking them. She still hadn't looked at him, but was going about her business as if nothing out of the norm had taken place not twenty minutes before. He felt the corners of his mouth curling downward angrily and his eyes narrowing.
"Now . .. now just a goddamned minute . .." he started, but Avis didn't let him finish.
"No! Damnit!" she spat, swinging around to face him, her long blonde hair whipping about her shoulders, her wide green eyes emblazoned with a mixture of hurt and fire, their beautiful clarity enhanced by the moisture of tears washing them, but that she proudly refused to let get away from her. "You wait just a goddamned minute, Mr. Belyal! We made a deal, remember? You asked for my help and I agreed to give it to you, and that's exactly what I intend to do... . Oh, maybe not for you . . . maybe for Cathy, or even myself ... I don't know right at this confused point . . . but come hell or high water, I'm going to see it through all the way!"
Nick started again to speak and couldn't. Christ, she'd taken him completely off guard. But shit, she didn't realize what she was saying! There was no way that he was going to let her show up at that fuck-meet .. . and especially not in the red minidress she was talking about. Sonofabitch, she might as well be carrying a licensed whore's credentials. .. .
"Listen ... listen to me, Avis ... I know what you're thinking ... about what you saw downstairs, I mean, but . .. but it wasn't anything like it looked," he lied, sorry immediately after he had said it. Damn, he was only making it worse....
"Oh ... ?" she taunted, her lovely eyes expanding in size even more, while a cynical smile spread her delightful mouth. "Well now . .. could it be that I just imagined that you and that bitch were as naked as the day you were born . . . and you were between her vulgarly spread legs with .. . with your deceitful . .. thing shoved right up into her as far as it could possibly go .. . or wasn't that anything like it looked . . . because it appeared that you were screwing hell out of her!"
"Oh ... oh for Christ sake, Avis, use your head!" he stammered. "I-I did what I had to in order to find out what I wanted to know! I mean . . . well ... it was the only way I could get her to open up. ..."
"It sure worked, all right, Darling," Avis came right back. "Because she was certainly opened up from where I stood ... all the way to her tonsils . . . the damned slut!"
Nick couldn't help but grin at her enraged play upon his words; but he wasn't pleased at all with the way he was flubbing the whole situation ... though her obvious jealousy was tickling his male ego.
"Look, Honey, you don't think for one damned minute that I had that episode all planned do you? Or that I'd let anything come between you and me. . . ?" he put to her, dropping his cigarette in an ashtray and slipping from the stool to move around the little counter into the kitchen area where she still stood, hands on hips, a paring knife clutched in one. "Christ, Baby, you've got to understand, it was the only way I could get any information from her. . .. She simply came on strong ... let me know right off that a romp in the sheets was in order. Hell, Doll, it's like I've been trying to tell you, indiscriminate sex in this place is as common as a coffee-klatch in the average neighborhood. Why else did you think I wanted to get you out of here? This is nothing more than a swinger's bordello...."
"So much for your explanation, Mr. Belyal," she said, her chin firm and high, but the undeniable anger in her expression hardly lessening. She moved the hand clutching the knife from her hip to her belly, business-end pointed, as he walked toward her with arms outstretched. "No closer, Nick. That part of our association is past. The rest of the way is strictly platonic, except for appearances, of course, and I promise you that I'll do my part just as I agreed in the beginning."
Nick brought himself up short, staring down at the knife she was holding meaningfully in her small clenched fist. He looked from it up to her face and back again. Sonofabitch! Damned if he din't think she'd use it, too! He let his outstretched arms drop to his sides and took a step backwards. Well, he'd blown it all right, and that was par for the course for him, but all the same, he didn't intend that she was going to one of Joe Norman's swap-meets, not if he had anything to say about it... !
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, Baby," he said as he moved backward several more steps. "I guess I had this crazy idea that you would be big enough to understand. ..."
"So now you know that I'm not," Avis snapped, her tears for the first time beginning to trickle from her eyes. "Which is neither here nor there is it? My part in this game of sleuthing, as I remember it, is to play the lure .. . and I can't think of anything more luring than my red mini. . . ."
"Goddamn it! You're not going to any fucking party!" Nick spat angrily. "And if you were, it wouldn't be in that whore's costume! What the hell do you want to do .. . get yourself raped by one of these pussy-happy punks?" He stormed from the kitchen heading for the small corner bar. "I'll tell you what you're going to do! You're going to pack your friggin' bag and get out of here .. . just as you should have done three days ago! Okay, so you want to end it . . . then, it ends right now! Take off!"
Avis could hardly contain the smile of uplift she felt at his words, and she turned away to her dinner preparations, her back to him so that he couldn't see, even as his use of lewd words caused tiny sensations to tingle in her belly. God, how she wished it had never happened . .. but he hadn't been in their apartment and Toni Aimes, sitting beside the pool, had told her where he was, suggesting that she go right in, that Claire wouldn't mind. . .. Dear Lord, what a horrible shock it had been to see him like that with another woman, his wonderful .. . yes, his wonderful cock buried in her slutish hole just as he entombed it inside her belly and whispered words of love. .. . But maybe he was telling the truth... . She wanted to believe that he was. . . . My God, she loved him so!
She heard him angrily throwing glassware around and smiled once more to herself. He loved her, too; she was positive of it! And maybe it was good that it all happened now .. . before they were really married. After all, she didn't have any legal claim on him, did she? Just love . . . and that love was going to take her to the party tonight in her red, braless mini, so that he could know some measure of the agony she had suffered not a half-hour before when she'd walked to the doorway of that room. As far as the males were concerned, she wasn't worried. She'd taken care of herself against experts the past twenty-two years ... up until Nick Chambers . . . and one more night wasn't going to change a thing in that respect, but it might secure her darling lover forever if his jealousy held out.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw him tossing down a large glass of amber-colored liquid. He was stewing bitterly. Good! Damn him! She wished she could walk over there and slap his face . . . but she loved him too much . . .!
God, how she loved him!
Chapter 9
If she hadn't enraged him to the point of biting heads off nails, Nick reasoned bitterly, he probably wouldn't have gotten drunk, but she did and he had, ignoring the dinner she set on the table and instead, pounding off to their bedroom in a huff to haul on a pair of casual slacks, sport shirt, and floppy thongs, the first and easiest things he could find. She had begun eating when he stormed out and without a word, grasped her wrist, dragging her away from the table to stumble awkwardly behind him, her choking protests falling on unlistening ears. Not until he'd locked her inside the bedroom did he offer a word of explanation.
"There, damnit, now you can have a nice little private party all your own," he said through the secured barrier panel as she began pounding against it from her side.
"Oh ... oh! Damn you! Let me out of here this minute, Nick Chambers!" Avis shouted furiously. "Do you hear me? Let me out.. . ! Ohhh ... !"
"You might just as well cool your heels, Doll," he suggested, half-grinning, pleased with his ingenuity. "Because there you are and there you stay until morning. Like I said, Baby, no swinger's orgy for you . .. not as long as I'm your husband."
"Oh .. . goddamn you, you'll never be my husband!" she cried ragingly. "I'd as soon marry a snake ... you ... you fake! Cheat! You ... you whoremaster!" To which, Nick couldn't help but chuckle aloud, and she added: "I swear, if you don't let me out this instant, Nick, I'll scream and scream until someone comes . . . !"
"Do that, Sugar," he suggested, grinning drunkenly and wheeling around to head for the front door and the Game Room below. . ..
Infuriated was hardly an adequate word to describe Avis' feelings when she realized that he had left the apartment and had no intentions whatever of coming back to release her. He had actually locked her in for the night . .. made a prisoner of her as might some un-trusting parent to a wild teen-age daughter . . . then, had gone off to take part in the very salacious acts that he'd pretended to protect her again. Oh, goddamn him! She'd never forgive him for this . . . never!
Futilely, her poundings against the heavy door dwindled to light taps and the tears streamed down her cheeks. She doubted that she'd ever felt more miserable or enraged in her entire life. It had to be that bitch, Claire Norman ... he wanted to get at her again tonight . . . hadn't had enough of her obscene perform- ances as yet . . . and he was using his concern for her own welfare as an excuse! Oh, the miserable bastard!
If only there were someway without making a perfect ass of herself to scream out the window . . . but she could think of nothing in her hurt, frustrated state and finally ran to the bed, throwing herself onto it to sob fitfully
* * * As usual, the gang had begun to arrive early and pour in those initial foundation drinks, as well as toy at selecting partners for the later escapades, Joe Norman mused, pleased that the turnout might be a full membership attendance. He stood by the bar in the dimly lighted, luxurious and pleasurably furnished room, sipping at a bourbon over ice while he watched the door anxiously, hoping that each pair of arrivals would be the Belyals.
At first, he hadn't been at all pleased with the way it had gone between Claire and the handsome husband, with that sweet young wife walking in and catching the two of them in the rack fucking like a couple of rabbits; but then on second thought he'd decided maybe that was what he needed to secure things for himself. Properly used, it could be the necessary lever he might manipulate to wedge in between those tender white, lush thighs of hers .. . the wronged mate bit, like herself .. . and it was surprising how well that stereotyped act had worked for him in the past. There was no female easier made than one betrayed . . . especially when the whole vivid scene was still ripe in her mind and her belly was filled and churning with "get-even" wrath.
Of course, he couldn't know how it would be with a rare and delicate gem such as the delicious Mrs. Belyal. Christ, she was a half-dozen strata above anything this place housed, or that he'd ever fucked . . . but she was human, and that would be her failing ... if she had any. No matter, he was going to get into her one way or another; he'd already vowed to that. Shit, he hadn't been able to apply his mind to anything else for five consistent minutes all day, without the memorable vision of her luscious tits and ass reoccurring to distract him. Goddamn, those long, full-thighed legs and rounded hips, plus a face to launch a thousand pricks. . .. He chuckled to himself at his lewd word play, while he watched Jack and Stella Snow make their entrance, the red-headed bitch immediately taking off on a search for Bill Decker as her skinny husband spotted Claire and made his weekly Friday night pilgrimage. Hell, Claire ought to give the poor bastard another go at it; it wasn't his fault that he had a mini cock... .
Norman's brain stopped short at that point, refusing to function further as he stared at the door and saw Nick Belyal walk in, dressed as if he were going to a beach party ... and alone! Sonofabitch! Claire evidently saw him too, the way she was patting Snow's hands and shedding him like a disease, leaving him gaping after her as she moved rapidly toward the blond, casually attired newcomer.
What the hell was going on? Where was the breathtaking little wife? Goddamn, it didn't look good, he was thinking as he walked toward where the two stood holding hands by the door.. .. * * * Along with the other unpardonable transgressions he had managed to commit on her, he had now executed the ultimate; Nick was anything but proud as he descended the stairway toward the Game Room. Hell, he wouldn't blame her if she wound up sticking that paring knife in his ribs ... but he was doing what he felt was best for her, and what she didn't realize was that it was hurting him a hell of a lot more than it was her . .. because he loved her!
Well, it was too late now to backtrack, or start pleading how sorry he was; he was in up to his ass and no amount of apologies could ever offset the picture she had to be conjuring in her lovely head. She'd called him a whoremaster . . . what more was necessary? Okay, so maybe he was; maybe he'd always been ... and maybe he was a fucking fool to be attempting what he was in order to track down a killer ... when the victim was probably little better, if any, than the animal that had taken her life. But he couldn't help himself. Maybe there was something inherent in his soul that clung to the principle of no man wilfully taking another's life ... or maybe it was simply right over wrong ... or was it stupidly that he'd played detective too long for GOLDEN INDEMNITY . .. ?
To hell with it! Avis was safe ... filled with rage, hate, and probably bitter revenge . . . but safe nevertheless, and now he could do his thing ... whatever that was going to be. Somehow, he'd concluded that this had to be it .. . this night, this so-called party . .. and come the dawn the show would be over. Naturally, he'd get Avis back to L.A. as soon as he could, and hopefully without that paring knife sticking out of him handle-end first....
Damnit, he shouldn't have drunk so much. If ever he needed a clear head it was tonight. He'd just have to watch himself . .. stick to the light, easy booze . . . tell them that his little wife wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it, then play it by ear. Hell, there was no other way; he had nothing really to go on . . . only Cathy's panties that he'd found behind the seat of the MG ... but someone had to have been with her . .. unless Chaney had been right about a hitchhiker.. . . No ... no, he couldn't buy that! Cathy hadn't been that needing. . . .
Well, he was there ... the Game Room was beyond that door . . . and he couldn't be more confused had he worked at it. Anyway, he repeated mentally, Avis was safe. He just wished to hell he could shake the still fresh, lusty memories of Claire Norman .. . but he couldn't. The bitch ... she got to him! He wondered what she'd be like with her husband around, swinging party or no . . . and there was only one way to find out....
He opened the door and walked in. * * * Once she had cried the. immediate frenzy from her system, Avis had bolted from the bed and stripped naked, then dashed into the bath for a quick shower to clear her head and help her think. Somehow, someway, she was determined to attend that party, and the first thing in order was to dress for it. She chose the skimpiest wisp of sheer black nylon bikini panties she owned, a matching garter belt and long dark hose rather than her usual panty-stockings for reasons she couldn't explain at that moment, and finally the red mini dress that had to be worn braless, its extreme decolete revealing most of her full, pointed, exposed breasts, and plunging risquely to show the soft white valley separating them.
Damn him, she'd show him the price of trying to make a fool of Avis Glass! If promiscuous fun and games were what he wanted, then he'd soon understand that she, too, could become a player, she fumed irately as she brushed at her long blonde hair with hurried strokes, deciding finally on a long pony-tail for expedience sake, even as that part of her strong moralistic upbringing reared its gallant head in defiance. God, it was true, she realized, fighting back the tears once more as she stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror; she could never take that initial step toward a casual seduction . . . even if she knew what step number one should be. .. .
A sound from beyond the locked door interrupted her thoughts. ... She listened intently and heard another.... Someone was out there . .. Nick, he'd come back! Then, followed the soft tapping against the door panel.. . !
At first, she was resolved not to answer it, but when it came again, she said: "If that's you, Nick, remember, oh master, you have the key!"
Several seconds passed before a male voice replied: "It's not Nick, Avis, it's me, Joe Norman."
Joe Norman! What was he doing there? She stood, going to her side of the barrier, hesitating momentarily before saying more .. . but then, she thought, why should she? He could be her means of getting out! "I-I'm sorry, Joe . . . but I'm locked in. . .."
"Locked in!" he repeated in a surprised tone. "What the hell ... I thought you weren't feeling well ... that's what Nick said ... so I came up to bring you a little cheer...."
"He said that?" Avis questioned, sensing her ire building once more. "Damn him ... he locked me in so that I couldn't go down to the party!" she spat unthinkingly in her refurbished anger.
"Well, well. .." Norman said, and she heard what she surmised were keys jingling ... then, one inserted in the door lock to click businesslike and the door swung gently open to reveal a half-smiling Joe Norman, an unopened bottle in his hand. "It seems that the situation is a bit more serious than I first thought," he added, his dark eyes lighting up immediately as they raked up and down over her sensually dressed body, locking in unhidden lecherous finality on her nearly exposed breasts. "Saaayyyyyyyy . . . don't you look luscious though . . . good enough to eat, I might add.. . ."
Avis sensed the spontaneous flush to her cheeks at his undeniable suggestive remark and quickly moved by him into the front room, a moment of apprehension trying to grip her, but she refused to let it. "What did you mean about the situation being more serious than you first thought?" she questioned, turning to study him.
Again, Joe Norman let his gleam-filled eyes graze over her lustfully before levelling on her beautiful face. Christ, his memory hadn't done her justice at all! She was more fucking desirable than any vision he had whipped up in his mind .. . and there was no question now but what he was going to have her all to himself before this night was over; she was playing right into his hands. Goddamn, what a superb little fuck she was going to be! He said: "Him locking you up . . . after what you walked into my place and found this afternoon . . . well, it's obvious, isn't it?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," Avis stammered. "How . .. how did you know that I caught . . . saw them together... ?"
Joe Norman shrugged his broad shoulders. "Claire told me. I suppose she figured she better before you did."
Avis turned away from him, bowing her head and biting at her full lower lip. "It ... it was horrible.... I don't believe I've ever been so hurt in my life.. .. But I could have forgiven him that .. . until he locked me in the room like . .. like some belligerent child ..."
"I know what you mean, Baby," Joe Norman sympathized. "And especially with what he had in mind. Kind of a double-standard viewpoint he operates by, isn't it?"
Once more, she faced him. "You mean . . . ? Are they ... together right now . .. ?"
Norman eased out a meaningful, if bitter, grin. "When I left there, they were just beginning to get re-acquainted, Doll, and I don't mean platonically!" he said, stretching a few points to his own advantage, watching with mounting sadistic delight the expression of pained shock twist at her enchanting features. For a moment, she seemed to turn an ague white and he wondered if she was going to faint on him. She staggered slightly and he caught her, easing her down onto the sofa and standing over her. "Here," he said, working to open the bottle in his hands. "You better have some of this. I brought it up to you thinking you weren't feeling up to sorts. It's Pernod . . . great ior settling the stomach," he lied. "I'll get a couple of glasses...."
Avis watched him move toward the corner bar, his form wavering as her brain reeled, and desperately she fought to regain control of herself. This was no time to collapse .. . she was glad that he'd come . . . Nick Chambers was going to pay for what he had done .. . and was doing to her! Oh .. . damn him . . . damn him .. . !
"Drink this," Joe Norman said, handing her the glass and lowering himself into the chair across from her where he could better see those beautiful legs and thighs that the tiny skirt of her provocative dress was barely covering. His covetous eyes caught sight of the smooth, satiny-white flesh above her hose where the black garter-belt straps were fastened as she stirred heedlessly in her nausea, causing his thick, long prick to jerk convulsively inside his pants. Goddamn! He was going to fuck her right out of her marigold mind!
"Mmmmmm ... it tastes good," Avis commented thinly, swallowing a good measure of the licorice-flavored aperitif, the thought subconsciously occurring to her that certainly such a mild drink wasn't about to cause her problems; she'd stick to this all evening. "It ... it was kind of you to bring it up to me, Joe . .. even though I'm not the invalid that Nick implied."
Joe Norman nodded. "I guess we've both been sort of taken, honey . .. which was the second reason I came up here," he said, drinking from his own glass. "I figured we better discuss our mutual problem before it got too far out of hand. But hell, there's no reason for me to try and lie to you. . . . You must've figured out already that here at the Heights we're a pretty close-knitted group. ... I mean, as far as our uninhibited free-love approach. . . ."
Avis swallowed tightly. She realized that he had paused to watch her reactions; she didn't intend to look the part of the prude, although she was; even so, the blood rushing into her cheeks uncontrollably came with an inner welcome. At least, she knew she had her color back and the nausea had passed. She sipped again at the pernod, then said: "Yes ... I learned of it from Nick, and admittedly it was quite a shock . . . which raises another question in my mind, Joe. With such permissiveness, why should you feel offended if your wife . .. well. . . ?"
"Screws another man?" he finished when Avis left off without asking the complete question, purposely dropping in the mildly lewd word to test its effect and seeing her obviously cringe. "It's simple, Doll . . . sure, we enjoy the swap approach, but it has to be a mutual thing, all up and above board .. . not some clandestine afternoon affair that can only lead to marital problems. Look, just because I agree to let Claire make it with one of the group while I fuck his wife, doesn't mean that I love her less. ..."
"P-Please, Joe ... do you have to use those words?" Avis entered, feeling a mild, if, pleasant warmth moving through her from the pernod, along with a tiny little tingle in her belly from the lurid sound of his vulgar expressions, that she couldn't in the least explain.
Intentionally ignoring her plea, Joe said: "Listen, Honey, I don't think we should just sit here and let this go further without taking some action. Do you?"
"Lord ... I don't know! If you think we should. . . ! But what can we do?" Avis managed, confused, realizing that in all truth she had no claim on Nick Chambers simply because she had given herself to him ... those memories immediately sparking her anger once more. Damn him . . . oh, damn him! He'd really given his gullible Avis a sweet and fast shuffle, hadn't he? What a stupid idiot she'd been! But no more! Some way, she would pay him back in kind for what he'd done to her . .. and maybe Joe Norman was the man to help her . .. !
"If you're game, we'll go down to the party and watch the whole show from my office," Joe said, sensing that he was on firm ground . . . aggressive ground, for the first time. "We will be able to see them, but not vice versa. That way, we'll know what we have to cope with and make our decisions accordingly. What do you say, Baby?"
"I say, yes . .. I'm game," Avis replied with enthusiasm, getting to her feet.
Joe Norman felt like bursting into one great big grin, but managed to contain himself. "What about the pernod, shall we take it with us?" he probed, having no intentions of leaving it behind.
"Yes, bring it. . . . It tastes real good and I'm so thirsty...."
"Tastes like more, eh Doll?" he said, feeling his cock stirring eagerly between his legs once more.
Avis smiled at him, leading the way toward the door while he watched the provocative sway to her curvaceous hips and full, rounded buttocks, his dark eyes staring lecherously at the exciting shapeliness of her long, graceful legs.
Christ, what a fucking night this was going to be... !
Chapter 10
"What the hell are they going to do?" Nick questioned Claire with a dry mouth as she sat close to him, her hand in his lap teasing gently at his half-swollen prick inside his pants, both watching Kitten Davis and Barbara Decker walk fully dressed into the spotlight and climb onto the bed as Jack Snow followed with seeming reluctance.
"They're going to put on a show, Lover," Claire answered excitedly. "We do it this way when Daddy can't locate some good stag films. Everyone draws a bean from a bag and the three black ones get to do their thing for the rest of us. Sometimes, it's all female, but Daddy never digs an all male cast."
"I'm with Daddy," Nick said, looking around at the other couples clinging to each other on the strategically circled love-seats, noting that both male and female hands more often than not had vanished beneath skirts, or inside blouses and trouser fronts, while they watched the three in the center of the room lie down on the bed with Jack Snow in the middle, both girls immediately turning toward him to crowd their eager bodies close to his in an undulating, sandwiched performance, each taking their turn at opening kisses.
Christ, it was a good thing he'd had enough sense to lock Avis in that bedroom. This was no place for her, he reasoned, gulping down half of the Pernod Claire had poured him. "Hey," he said, "how come I didn't get a shot at that bean bag?"
Claire turned toward him and smiled. She gave his hardening cock a delicious squeeze. "Because I don't intend sharing you, Lover ... not for awhile anyway."
"Isn't that against the rules around here?"
"Not when you're the owner's wife it isn't, Darling," she cooed warmly into his face, then brushed a moist kiss against his lips.
"Incidentally, where is Joe, anyway? I haven't seen him since I came in?" Nick asked, craning his neck to try and locate his prime suspect in the almost darkened room surrounding the rapidly growing obscene show taking place in its center.
"Oh, he's in his office," she answered quickly, well aware where he had disappeared to. "He had some work to do, but he'll be joining us soon.. . . Oh, God, look at the expression on Kitten's face! She's acting as if she can't believe it. . . see?"
Nick didn't have to strain his half-drunken eyes to catch every intricate detail of the entire spectacle; they were seated that close, and while Barb Decker, who had already shed her clothes with a minimum of preliminaries, unleashing those pendulous, yet firm breasts with the pink, hardened nipples that had caught his attention at the poolside, was slowly unbuttoning and removing Snow's shirt, Kitten Davis had opened his belt and fly and was tugging his pants and shorts down over his hips, only to stop short as his cock sprang into view and Nick couldn't help the grin broadening his own face. Simultaneously, he heard other chuckles and titters around the room.
Christ it was alsolutely the smallest erect prick he'd ever seen on a grown man; it couldn't have been four inches long nor any larger around than a frankfurter, but the amazing thing was that beneath and between his legs hung the hugest pair of balls Nick had ever imagined, and all of that phenomenal genital display without one stem of pubic hair!
Kitten could only stare at it in apparent, if, unhide-able, amazed disappointment.
Claire laughed outright. "Did you ever see anything any funnier?" she choked. "Poor Kitten ... she's never really gotten with our parties from the beginning. But she wants to so badly, and it seems that she keeps drawing fellows who can't do it for her. She's never climaxed, and though Daddy's promised a half-dozen times to see her over the peak, something or someone has always interferred."
"What's wrong with her husband?"
"Barney? Oh, God, he's a stupid dolt. They're from the Ozarks. They came out here after they were married. . .. Look, Barb's going to suck that tiny thing!"
"She told me that he worked for your husband," Nick continued.
"Oh, he keeps the used cars clean or something, I don't know.. .. Hey, Lover, come on watch this," Claire said, squeezing his hardened rod again and smiling into his face. "I want you already when I take that beautiful cock out of your pants! And look, I didn't tell you I'd slap your face if you decided to get fresh, did I... ?"
Nick chuckled and drew her to him, easing his hand down inside the front of her dress to clutch her warm, full breast. Christ, she was something else all right! He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth and she moaned in response, sucking and nibbling at it. Goddamn, he was going to fuck her again ... he knew he was . . . yes, and probably he'd even eat her cunt! The bitch .. . the wanton, provocative bitch! It was a good thing she wasn't going to be near him the rest of his life . . . he'd probably go ape from over-sexual indulgence . .. !
"I ... I can't believe it!" Avis gasped, staring through the parted draped glass Joe Norman had opened for her, her attention focused on the three people in the bed engaged in the lewdest of sexual acts at the center of the room before everyone! My God! It just didn't seem possible that human beings could give themselves to such debauchery . .. and in front of others who were hardly doing less! "I just can't believe it!"
"Well, you're seeing it with your own eyes, Baby," Joe said, moving up beside her and slipping an arm around her waist snugly.
Avis sensed his more or less aggressive move immediately, but for some reason there was something reassuring in it at that moment. The unquestionably lewd orgy taking place on the bed amongst the three participants had sucked the breath right out of her. Of course, she had recognized Barb Decker and the girl they called Kitten, but she couldn't place the man with the exceptionally small thing . .. and she'd never imagined a male being hairless before, but he was! Absolutely hairless!
"Are you sure they can't see us, Joe . . . ?"
"Quite sure, Baby. This room was built to my specifications . . . seeproof and soundproof," he said, smoothing his big hand up and down her rib cage as she watched. Damn her delicious ass, she was getting ready for the plucking, but not quite. She'd willingly drunk from the bottle on the way down, surprising him, and taking a healthy quantity of the stuff in the bargain. Given half a chance, she could come alive . . . but right now, she was filled with hangups he had to melt or help her lay aside, and from experience he knew that was going to happen. She was conforming beautifully. Even so, he didn't want her completely docile; that would ruin it for him on a chick like this. Part of the grand scene was taking her and bending her to his will; the ultimate was breaking a proud bitch with his cock ... or making a loose one crawl as he'd attempted to do with that little tight ass on the beach.. . . Shit! He didn't want to think of that cock-teasing ghost at a time like this! That was over and done . . . !
"My God! Barb's got it in her mouth .. . and Kitten is getting down underneath her! Oh ... oh! What's she going to do? She's taking off all of her clothes . .. and what a pretty young body she has. ..."
"Too plump," Joe added, hauling her close to him until he could feel her thigh and hip hot against his own, his arm still around her waist and his hand traversing up and down soothingly. "Unless you like those kind of doughy tits, of course .. . that would make a difference. And her ass as well as her back is dimpled from baby-fat, but she seems to have a nice little cunt hidden behind that dark hair. ..."
"Oh .. . Joe, please ..." Avis chocked, forcing herself to look over and up at him. "Is it necessary to use that language... ?"
"What did I say?" he teased, knowing damned well his choice of words were sparking her drive. There was no question about it; she was on her way and he was riding right with her.
"Oh ... oh, I don't know ... except all of this is really unnerving me. ... Oh, my God! There they are! Watching the show . . . and ... and .. . oohhhh ... !"
Joe had already singled out Claire and Nick and had been patiently waiting for Avis to locate them by herself; he'd wanted to watch the expression on her face, and Christ, it'd been worth it. For a moment he thought she was going to go into a faint again. He whispered heavily: "Yeah, she's sucking him . . . one of her favorite approaches. ..."
Avis couldn't have dragged her attention from the despicable sight had her life depended on it. She forced her eyes to penetrate the darkness and saw Claire Norman's head working up and down over Nick's exposed loins, her lips clasped tightly in an ovaled circle around his erect cock. It stood rigidly hard through the opened fly of his pants, familiar blondish tufts of his pubic hair protruding around the edge of its thick base.
"Oh, dear God . . !" Avis moaned, finally turning toward her companion and hiding her face against his broad shoulder. "It's awful. . . awful... !"
She hadn't expected that it would be quite this vulgar, although she hardly knew what she had anticipated, but certainly she believed they would have chosen privacy. Again, small tears trickled down her cheeks. She was certain a moment ago that she had herself under control and that she would be able to handle herself regardless of the circumstances, but now she realized that she couldn't. The lurid sight of his .. . his deceitful penis disappearing into another man's wife's hungry, sucking mouth was just too much to take, and she could imagine the moans and grunts of pleasure choking out of him. In fact, the room had to be filled with such sounds the way other couples, incited by the obscene debauchery taking place on the bed, were locking themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She continued to bury her face against Joe's shoulder and felt his big hands smoothing over her back and waist, barely brushing against the upper hillocks of her buttocks with each reassuring caress.
"There now, you'll be okay," he whispered consolingly down into her ear. "It was just that initial jolt of seeing Claire sucking him off. . .. Just don't look at them for a minute . .. watch the way Barb Decker is taking all of Jack Snow's sliver-prick into her mouth while Kitten kisses that red-headed bitch's hot cunt. ..."
He had forced her to turn back to the special window, his vulgar words ricocheting offensively in her brain, yet to protest his use of them again seemed to border on the ridiculous under the circumstances. On top of that, she couldn't understand the tingling sensations their lewd meanings were causing in her belly, to which the salacious troilism on the bed immediately added once she focused her attention there again.
In her entire lifetime, Avis had never even imagined such lascivious abandon! The skinny man named Snow was tensing his loins while Barb Decker hovered over them, his small penis completely absorbed in her sucking mouth and becoming visible with each bobbing uplift of her head, while Kitten lay on her back with the red-head's widespread thighs straddling the teenage girl's face, her full buttocks and opened, moist pink split wholly exposed for all to see as Kitten eagerly worked her small pointed tongue diligently back and forth between the burnished hair-lined lips. Kitten's own young and tender flushed pussy seemed almost to palpitate before Avis' eyes as she lay with feet flat on the bed, her soft, white plump thighs lewdly parted and directly facing the special window. Beneath the sparse triangle of enshrouding dark hair, Avis could see the glistening coral hue of the girl's moistened vaginal slit, and as she watched. Kitten lowered one hand down there, gently spreading open her cunt-lips with her own fingers to begin a slow stroking of her erect tiny clitoris.. . .
Then, movements of Claire and Nick caught her eye again, jerking her focal point from the bed. Claire had lifted her dress up over her generous hips and crawled on top of him! She had obviously worn no panties and was straddling him, the round whiteness of her but- tocks poised directly over the hardness of Nick's thick, poling cock . . . and then, she was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and guiding him into her! Avis held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of his cheating prick make contact with the moist open flanges of the raven-haired girl's cunt. She moved it up and down in the damp, glistening crevice for a moment, parting the silken, pubic hair, and then with a slight plunge, ground her buttocks hard down onto it!
"Oohhh!" Avis exclaimed, almost feeling the penetration between her own thighs, her eyes wide in near mesmerized disbelief as she watched Nick's throbbing shaft slide rushingly up into the lubricious, clasping lips of Claire Norman's salacious cunt. She was grinding down on it all the way, until all that Avis could see was a small white expanse at the base protruding from the moist rimmed hole surrounding it.
She wanted to scream out; she was that enraged, hurt and frustrated, but somehow she managed to control herself, subconsciously thankful for the presence of Joe Norman beside her and still offering her support with his arm around her waist, his warm hand soothingly stroking her rib-cage, occasionally moving down over her hip, or upward until his fingertips gently brushed against her breast. Under any other circumstances in the world, she knew she would take offense at his aggressive acts, but to do so in the light of the preposterous orgy they were watching seemed almost childish; besides, he'd been nothing but a gentleman, and was far from being out of hand at that moment. She knew that the aperitif was having its effect on her too, somewhat tranquilizing her she imagined, and God knows, she certainly needed it as she helplessly watched Claire begin a slow undulating, up and down movement with her buttocks rising into the air above Nick until just the tip of his towering prick was left inside the pink enclosed sheath of her flesh. Then, with a rush, she would drop heavily back down on it, impaling herself completely with every long smooth stroke.
Avis hardly noticed when Joe Norman's big hand enclosed itself warmly over her full, half-naked breast, even though she had turned her head away from the glass again, a tight restrictive feeling gnawing unfa-miliarly at her belly. She had never imagined what it might be like actually playing voyeur while other people made love; oh, she had caught Cathy with different men several times, but had been too angry to do more than quickly disappear from the disgusting scene . . . however, these licentious carryings-on were actually affecting her in a manner she never would have dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she sensed strange, quivering sensations in her belly and loins, and there was warm moisture between her thighs, dampening the crotchband of her tiny panties.
She stood with closed eyes, but still the vision of Nick's virile cock, moist and glistening, skewering into the damp sensitive flesh of Claire's vagina raced through her mind, filling her brain with the lewd, inciting picture.
Simultaneously, Joe's hand clutched harder at her breast and she opened her eyes to see him staring at Nick and his wife. It was a full moment before she realized that he had slipped inside her dress and was engulfing her naked globular flesh, but before she could speak he gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending an electriclike current of pain-pleasure rippling down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low, almost helpless protest that was quickly choked off by the sudden harsh pressure of his hot lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing an unwanted tremor to shudder through her and with some desperation she realized that she had to stem the rising tide of passion that was rapidly creeping over her.
She managed to twist her mouth from his. "Don't, Joe ... please don't...."
"Don't... ? Christ, Baby, he's out there fucking my wife! And you get all uptight over a kiss . . . ?"
"I-I know ... I know . . . but..." she stammered, the lewd word actually exciting her.
"But... ? No buts, Doll .. . it's too late for that goddamned nonsense. If he can fuck my wife, then I can fuck his!" Joe Norman hissed coarsely, pulling her tighter against him and grinding his pelvis meaningly into her soft belly as he smoothed his big hot hands down to the firm roundness of her full buttocks, pressing her loins tight to his own.
"Oh! Oh, no . .. stop! God, you have to stop, Joe, please... ?" Avis whimpered half into the heat of his mouth while she tried to squirm free of him, but he had no intentions of letting her out of his arms. "Please," she repeated, "don't do anything we're both going to regret. ..."
Joe grinned lewdly. "That's the farthest thing from my mind, Baby, and letting you get away from me now would be the biggest goddamned regret of my life. You and me, we're going to make it, Honey ... just the way our other halves are out there ... !"
Avis' voluptuous body tensed as she felt Joe Norman begin massaging the resilient cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her loins tighter against him, her brain racing in confused stimulation while mentally she tried to calculate the meaning of his unexpected licentious threat.
My God! She could feel his growing cock swelling to rigid hardness against the soft give of her belly as he pressured his loins into her trembling flesh dom-inantly, his mouth finding hers once more to completely subjugate her. Crazy things that were unwanted churned deep at the core of her being. Oh, Lord ... it had to be the Pernod with its intoxicating effects permeating her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrollably sensations that were coursing through her against her will!
His one hand came back to her breast, finding its way inside her dress to the naked nipple, while she clenched her eyes tightly shut once more, fighting the overwhelming urges sweeping over her with all her strength, but the knowing fingers nipping teasingly at her distended nipple and the hardness of his cock insinuated against the soft flesh of her belly only raised further moans of subsiding resistance to her lips.
"Christ. . . ! You're a delicious, brain-twisting, spectacular bitch!" he gasped, and Avis knew that he meant it as a complimentary statement. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you .. . !"
"Oh ... oh no, my God, please .. . please don't Joe," she begged feebly, even as the lewd and enticing sensations his words aroused continued to peak the nerve ends of her soft flesh.
"I've got to, Baby! Goddamn, I've got to! I'd never forgive myself tomorrow! I've got to fuck you!" he insisted, wedging his hand down between their tighly clenched bodies to the flatness of her belly.
"Oh . . . oh!" she gasped at the caressing exploration of his hand, and then, he was releasing her. She opened her eyes wide to see him take a step backwards, trying desperately to hide the sense of disappointment that quickly rushed over her. But it was a short-lived frustration when she saw him walk to the leather sofa and lower its back, making a bedlike arrangement out of the furniture piece.
He straightened, took the bottle of Pernod from the edge of his desk and poured into glasses sitting on the cabinet behind. Smiling almost evilly, she thought, he walked slowly toward her, holding one of the glasses outstretched. "Drink it, Baby ... it's what we both need to make this a night to remember."
Avis didn't move. Her wits were rejoining her again. She had no intentions of playing his lewd game, nor offering him the slightest encouragement. "I want to leave here right now, Joe!" she said, forcing a sharpness into her tone. "This has gone far enough ... !"
His suggestive laugh cut her short. He moved close and held the glass to her lips, tipping it until some of the contents spilled down her chin.
"Drink it, I said!" he insisted harshly, his mouth drawn into an almost bloodless gash, his eyes embla- zoned with lust, the front of his trousers bulging before the swollen cock rising inside.
Truly frightened for the first time, Avis took the glass from his hand and held it to her lips, sipping at it. She watched him carefully while her mind raced in near-frantic confusion. My God! What had she let herself in for? He was anything but the man she had chosen to visualize in her mind ... he was a lecher ... a ... a sex perverted animal . . . and he intended to force her if she didn't willingly submit. . . ! Heavenly Father! Could Nick have been right about him? Was he Cathy's killer. . . ? Oh ... oh ... if only there was someway of calling Nick, but he'd said the room was soundproof, and she'd seen him lock the door when they came in.. .. Dear God, what was she going to do .. . ?
"All of it, Baby ... all of it," Joe Norman said, draining his own glass and moving toward her to take the empty one when she finished. He did and she continued to stand there as he set them on the desk. "All right, Doll, you can strip now .. . I've waited long enough for this moment. I want to see what you look like bare-ass naked; my imagination only stretches so far. ."
Avis actually staggered several steps backwards, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, the door itself keeping her from losing her balance. He had begun to remove his clothes, first his jacket and tie, and now he was unbuttoning his shirt! He really meant every word he was saying; he truly intended to take her . . . rape her, if necessary, and she couldn't think of a single thing to do in defense! And then, he was removing his pants and finally his shorts . . . until he stood before her completely naked, his unbelievable lancing prick spearing out from his lean hair-covered loins in menacing, if, commanding dominance. My God, it was huge . . . bigger than Nick's . . . and as she watched in shocked fascination he grasped it while a licentious grin played around his mouth and he began stroking the heavy un-circumcised foreskin back and forth over its massive, blood-inflated head.
"You're looking at it as if you appreciate man-sized cocks," he said, smiling and undoubtedly enjoying the degrading torment he was subjecting her to. He licked at his dry lips as he watched her paling face, knowing inside him that this was part of his satisfaction; the possessive copulating act alone was not enough . .. even in rape! He had to savor the visual torments of the subjected female groveling for mercy, cringing before his wicked, hard cock, pleading in a stream of whimpers for her mercy! He felt his eyes burning hotly as he said: "I'll wager that old Nick can't show you anything like this, Doll . .. and can you imagine what it's going to feel like when I stuff it all up in that soft white belly of yours?"
Avis reasoned that she must look like a person who had just seen a ghost! She knew that her face was contorting stupidly from the fear she felt overwhelming her. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She felt frozen against the door supporting her, gaping in utter disbelief at this man who was still stroking himself lewdly before her. Uncontrollably, her eyes dropped to fasten on the huge fleshy instrument he was caressing with his hand.
Dear God, it was thick! Hardly human! And at least an inch longer than Nick's .. . which was actually all she had to go by, wasn't it? God almighty! No woman could accommodate such a thing! It would destroy her insides . . . split her wide open! Slowly, she raised her eyes to his lustful, leering face. My God, was this the same man she had walked into this room with? There was no indications of it in his expression . . . and suddenly, he was moving toward her . . . !
"No! Don't! I'll scream... !" Avis choked through her near-immobilizing fear. "I swear I will... !" She emphasized it, knowing full well it was useless. He was going to ravish her defenseless body . . . there was no escape!
"I told you to undress, Avis baby . . . but you're being difficult. Who does it. . . you, or me?"
She clung with her back against the door helpless. She was really and truly trapped in a situation she had actually imagined, but never realized was possible. She was about to be raped! Utterly alone and defenseless . .. about to be raped! Like some sort of sensually weird nightmare . . . the type that had made her find her own clitoris in the past and tenderly manipulate it while she thought of sheiks in the desert, or strong and masculine robbers who stole into her room at night and crawled in bed with her, forcing their manliness brutally into her chaste but wanting womanhood . . . !
Well, here it all was . . . and there was nothing Cin-derellic about it at that moment! He was reaching out with his big hands, grasping her wrists, and with a sudden jerk he hauled her hard against him, cupping her frightened face between his palms. Triumphantly, it seemed to her, he pressed his moist lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth, and even reviving some of the sensations that had unwantedly crept over her, only to fall dormant in the wake of her apprehension. She stood limply against him, feeling the hardness of his penis digging hungrily into the soft flesh of her belly. A final urge of trying to fight him came and went; there wasn't any way she was capable of it without Nick . . . and Nick was too busy with this madman's wife.. . .
"Yeah . . . that's the way, Chickie," he hissed into her face. "Give yourself to it . . . it's going to be better like that ... no fighting .. . and in just a second that pretty little cunt of yours will feel as if someone set off a ro-man-candle inside it!"
Avis' mind swam in a sea of incomprehension. She was vaguely aware of his hands leaving her face and moving around her body much like tenacles, finding the zipper at the back of her dress, and suddenly with one rabid, downward jerk she was naked from the waist up. He tugged gently at her hips and the cool rush of air soothed her skin as the red mini tumbled around her feet. It was then that he dropped to his knees in front of her while she swayed unsteadily before him, and she sensed his fingers hooking inside the elastic waistband of her skimpy panties, pulling them slowly down over her buttocks and hips, letting them drop in the tiny pile at her feet.
That was it; she was naked! She stood before him like some wanton prostitute, listening to him breathe hungrily on his knees in front of her. Again, she almost staggered and fell, then his mouth contacted her belly, sending a wild chill spiraling through her as she unconsciously reached down to lock her hands in his hair. She might better have given him verbal license to her vulnerability, for his mouth and swirling tongue moved downward over her mound toward the most secret places she possessed!
She sensed his hot breaths tingling the soft hairs of her loins when his face moved closer ... then she felt his hands touch the lips of her pussy, a near-raging inferno of confused excitement racing through her as he spread her soft blonde pubic hair with a slow outward pressure of his thumbs, finally opening the mouth of her cunt and flicking his tongue in a stabbing, lizardlike motion up into her. The moist, flowering slit of her womanhood opened of its own volition like the petal of a flower to the first kiss of the morning sun.
Ungovernably, Avis jerked from the sudden electrifying contact with the sensitive bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backward onto the couch he had prepared. Quickly Joe Norman manipulated himself, wedging his way between her wildly spread legs, clasping his hot big hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and she lay there subjectively, hardly knowing what to do next! He was hunched on all fours down between her obscenely spread legs, grinning up at her between her firm, upstanding young breasts, resembling some sort of maddened sex maniac about to ravish his helpless, fear-stricken victim mercilessly. The pink flesh of her naked genitals was completely and defenselessly exposed before his leering face and she lay frozen to the leather of the couch her humiliation nearly overwhelming her as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in lewd anticipation of his next move!
His big hands that were placed with flat palms against the inner sides of her soft, sensitive thighs moved slightly and again she felt his thumbs resting on the pouting fleshy flanges of her cunt as with a slow, tormenting outward movement he drew the tight, viscidly clinging lips slowly apart to expose her tender pink flesh before his evilly lecherous eyes. He watched it greedily for a moment, his breathing coming in short, lustful gasps, until with an animal-like grunt, he dropped his head and sent the full length of his hot, moist tongue darting into the warm, cringing walls of her pussy.
Avis jerked uncontrollably, a soul-searing moan of shame escaping from deep in her throat. Her buttocks responsively ground downward into the leather of the cushion in her effort to escape the perverted assault on her near-chaste vagina.
"Ooohhh . .. oh, my God!" she whimpered beneath his depraved attack. She raised her head and stared down at him in horrified shock, still refusing to believe that the horrible nightmare was actually taking place, but the lurid bobbing of his head between her widespread thighs and the wild sensations racing through her loins and belly from his lips and tongue destroyed all doubt. And in spite of the degradation and revulsion permeating her whole being at the despicable act he was committing upon her defenseless genitals, the spams of forbidden pleasure rippling through her caused her to lay with arms tense at her sides, while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the feverish buffeting her lush body was undergoing.
Suddenly, his big hands slid up over her flat, silken belly to the full and firm flesh of her hardened-nippled breasts, cupping and squeezing the resilient mounds almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued to work with fiendish deligence at the velvety pink slit between her legs. Damp, obscene sucking sounds filled the room as Avis realized that his eyes were fixed sadistically on her shame-contorted face, and she knew he was waiting and watching for the moment of her total surrender to this scurrilous defilement of both her pride and morals, as well as her rapidly betraying body.
She clenched her small hands into defiant fists, her arms still lying helpless and tense against her ribs, her whole vibrant, naked body steeled mentally against the perverted abuse he was forcing her to endure. God, if only he would stop . . . even for a breath, I might be able to hold out, she thought, but he continued to suck insanely at her now self-moistened vaginal slit, and she struggled desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the .wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through every vein, muscle, and cord of her subjected body.
Vaguely, she remembered that Nick had wanted to kiss her there, but she had stopped him, the mere idea immediately repulsive to her and he hadn't pressed it, only said something about, "in time, Baby .. . in time ..." God, had she ever known that this night lay before her . . . and this debauched sadist who was humiliating and degrading her beyond anything she could ever have imagined! At least, with Nick there would have been love ... and oh, how she did love him! If only she hadn't tried to defy him and remained in the bedroom where he'd left her ... he had known what he was doing all right . .. and here she lay helpless and naked, without any way of calling for him .. . while he made obscene love to that wanton bitch right in the next room . . . ! Oh, God . .. she had never felt so alone, so utterly deserted in her entire young lifetime!
Chapter 11
Nick's brain whirled in a half-drunken state of salacious lust, while he watched the orgy on the bed over the rocking shoulder of Claire Norman who was straining wantonly as she rode up and down his iron-hard prick to finish it. The goddamned troilism had become a foursome, with Bill Decker joining in to bury his hefty cock in Kitten's needing young cunt. The teen-ager had given up mouthing Barbara's pussy to devote her whole effort to Decker's plunging shaft, throwing her legs up high over his shoulders as he lay on top of her, ramming his glistening, husky cock its full length into the depths of her soft, plump belly. Meanwhile, both Barb and Snow had joined in the task of bringing the cute young bride to her first orgasm, with Snow sucking on one of her tits and massaging the other, while the attractive redhead laved her tongue over the sensitive white flesh of Kitten's outer thigh and hip, at the same time finger-fucking the moaning girl's completely exposed rectum.
Shit, it was the wildest, most lust-inciting thing Nick had ever witnessed, and it was apparent that this was one time in her life when Kitten was going to make it ... and any goddamned minute, too! She had begun to whimper, her soft fleshy body falling into a series of spasmodic tremors . . . and then Bill Decker cursed loudly....
"Christ almighty! I ... I'm going to cum! Yeah . . . now .. . noowwwwww ... !"
"Oohhh .. . ooohhhhhhhh . .. i-it's hap-happening .. . oh, my God . . . ooohhhhhh, I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg, tooooooo... I" Kitten wailed, just as Nick heard Claire grunt loudly, and he felt the violence of his own climax churn in his balls, then explode deep up inside the tight lubricious confines of her hot, educated eunt, shooting its seething, fiery sperm deep into her grasping channel!
Both of their bodies quivered in their ecstatic tension, their emissions blending in the hot, milking core of Claire's cuntal sheath, until she finally collapsed down upon him with a great sigh of release, her mouth finding his in a moist kiss of gratitude. She climbed off of him then and Nick stuffed his damp, deflating prick inside his pants, a sense of disgust rapidly washing through him. Christ, what the hell was he thinking of anyway, letting himself get roped into this fuck-meet? Avis would go ape if she ever guessed what he was doing . . . but then, on the other hand, he didn't know what else he could have done. Playing their game was the only way he had reasoned of possibly ferreting out the truth .. . and where the hell was Norman, anyway? He hadn't seen him since he'd first walked in ...
and he had no idea where his office was supposed to be. Even if he had, what was his next step going to be ... ?
"I'll get us a drink, Lover," Claire was saying. "Then, if you want, we can go to our apartment for some nice quiet loving. Sound inviting?"
Nick swallowed tightly. Shit, she had to be a nym-pho! He forced a little grin, not quite nodding his head in agreement, but just misleading her, while in the back of his mind he wondered if Avis had fallen asleep yet. Damn, he hoped so.... * * * Joe Norman was exulting in his conquest. She was all and more than he had imagined her to be! Her delicious, velvety cunt was like a baby's mouth filled with honey, hardly any bigger . .. even to the point of reluctantly sucking back at his tongue as he slithered it deep up into the throat of her tight little vaginal passage. Damn, what a gorgeous bitch she was!
His eyes remained fixed on her lovely, contorting face as he unceasingly continued the moral-destroying thrusts of his tongue up into her dilated channel. Tears dribbled from her near-vanquished eyes, dampening her satiny cheeks, and he watched this with ruthless and carnal satisfaction. His cock throbbed in a near-painful swollen hardness as he ground it into the sweating leather beneath him. Fight it, you little bitch, he thought! Fight it with everything you've got, because when you break it'll be a spectacular .. . one sweet fucking spectacular!
Abruptly, his nibbling lips explored and probed until he found the erect pulsing button of her clitoris. He heard her sharp whine of convulsive pleasure as he took the tiny palpitating bud gently between his teeth, and holding it tightly, swirled his tongue around and around it in ever decreasing circles, finally spearing it while she gasped and jerked uncontrollably, until at last he opened his mouth wider, almost encompassing the whole of her flowered-open pink split and moved his tongue downward through the moistened raw flesh to the heated, throbbing hole of her vagina.
Now, her head began to flail more helplessly from side to side, and as he continued his teasing tongue-fucking, sliding his long hot member up into her open, yet clasping vaginal sheath, he listened to new whimpering and mewling sounds. She was ready for more, and he lifted her now unresisting legs upward, placing his big hands behind her knees to force them back against her heaving breasts, holding her in that position so that the entire enchanting panorama of her blonde widespread cuntal split and helplessly stretched buttocks were completely and vulnerably exposed before him.
At first, her whimpers were repetitive of her degraded shame, but then they changed to tiny cries of involuntary pleasure, filling the small room with their sighing depths as he swirled his tongue deeper and deeper into the seething liquid cunt mouth between her full white thighs. She was reaching .. . reaching jerkily for him! His brain soared! She was arriving . . . arriving beautifully! He watched her small delicate hands lose a hopeless battle to one another and at last reach, at first hesitantly, down to lewdly entangle in his hair, endeavoring hungrily to pull his face tighter and tighter into her excited pussy.
Bitch! He had her! She was all his now! All! Entirely his to play with, to subjugate and torment, to destroy and fuck . .. however the mood took him! She was gone . . . lost!
Avis knew only too well that her passion-incited body had deserted her. In fact, it had deserted her the moment he had plunged his moist teasing tongue into the sensitive opening of her vagina, hadn't it! Oh, God, she could no longer think straight .. . not now . .. maybe not ever again! She felt her buttocks writhe and spasm involuntarily beneath his raping tongue that was causing unbelievable erotic jolts of never-before sensations to surge through her entire soft, young body. . . .
And then, suddenly, she felt his lingual member flick from her tingling vagina downward toward the intimate, tiny puckered hole of her anus! She wanted to scream ... ! But instead, she moaned loudly in rapture at the surprising, moist seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked wildly at her now saliva-glistening lips as impossible sensuous delight raced wildly over her trembling, silken flesh.
Automatically, she made a feeble pleading: "Oooohhhh ... oohhh, don't ... my God . . . please. . . !" even as her traitorous hips writhed lewdly and tried to screw her tormented, if delighted rectum back onto the stiffened tip of his hot, probing tongue.
Norman chuckled triumphantly and she opened her eyes as he thrust against the throbbing little orifice, gooseflesh raising on her quaking belly and firm, heaving breasts.
"Ooohhhhh," she continued to moan, dropping her head back and letting it toss from side to side, her humiliation and degradation still alive inside her, even as her lush, rounded buttocks squirmed ungovernably at the heavenly unsought sensations pervading her whole being.
"Oh, God . .. oh, God ..." she whimpered on, raising her head yet again to gape dazedly down at his leering face between her thighs. "Oohhh .. . God, what are you doing to meeee!" she gasped almost indistinctly, the appalling fact that she had absolutely no control over herself any longer sweeping through her mind with the force of a tidal wave, instigating deep sobs of shame-filled abasement from the very roots of her very soul. "Oh . .. oh, dear God .. . why didn't I listen to him . . . ? He was right . .. Nick was right! You-You're an animal . . . ! You probably did do it! You're that depraved . . . perverted! Oh, God ... !"
At first, Joe Norman didn't try to make sense out of her mutterings, only licked on at her hungrily squirming vagina, while her voluptuous, naked body quivered uncontrollably beneath his overpowering oral assault at the raw nerve ends of her small, pulsating cunt, her teeth clenched and her fists snagged in his hair, completely lost to the wanton and furious spasms of sensual bliss seizing charge over her lust-incited being.
And then, it struck him what she had said! He bolted upright to his knees, glaring down at her in wide-eyed apprehension, his lips and lower face glistening with the moisture from her openly flowing cunt, while Avis stared up at him through desire-glazed eyes, her breasts and belly rising and falling in her still-building passion, the expression of disappointment creeping over her lovely face at his pause beyond her power or control.
"Oh . . . oh, please . . . don't stop now .. . ?" she heard herself beg shamelessly, while the insane sensations continued to gnaw and churn torturously in her belly and suddenly neglected cunt.
"What the fuck did you say, bitch?" he spat down at her. "I probably did what? Answer me, damn you, or I'll slap you silly ... !"
A bolt of fear shocked Avis partially to her senses as she read the abrupt enraged expression twisting his face, along with the almost-cornered animal gleam firing his dark, evil eyes. He crawled up over her, straddling her belly, his big hands raised as if to beat her.
"No, no, please don't... !" she pleaded, shielding her own hands and arms protectively over her breasts and face.
"You goddamned slut!" he cursed vilely. "You were talking about her, weren't you . . . that little impish cock-tease? Don't lie to me! It was her you meant!" He gaped down at Avis, his eyes darting back and forth wildly. "Who are you, cunt.. . ? And who is that bastard out there pretending to be your husband . . . fuzz? Is that what you are?" He didn't wait for her answer, obviously convinced that he'd uncovered their secret. "Sure, what else? It was all a trick . . . you being locked in the bedroom . .. the whole fucking bit ... a well-planned scheme to trap old Joe Norman . . . ! You goddamned slut-cunt!" he snarled, losing his temper and raining a series of open-handed slaps across her breasts and face, while Avis cried out helplessly beneath the brutal attack.
Then, he was off of her and standing beside the sofa, pointing a menacing finger down into her face. "Don't you make one little move, bitch, or so help me, I'll kill you where you lay! Because your little scheme has backfired, you see . . . and before I'm finished with you and that pig-husband of yours tonight, you'll wish you never saw Norman Heights ... !"
Nick had watched Bill Decker stumble from the bed in the wake of his and Kitten's wild session, while another male crawled between the young girl's trembling though receptive legs to give her another charge, but he was somewhat surprised when Claire, who was still at the bar getting their drinks, handed the tall, husky, naked young man the telephone. Nick didn't know why it should bother him, but it did .. . and then Decker and Claire were talking together; in fact, he thought they even looked over at him....
Finally, Claire came toward him carrying two more pernods and water, her sparkling smile immediately disarming him, and he paid little attention when Decker singled out the ugly, barrel-chested Barney Davis, husband of the teen-aged Kitten he had just been fucking, and who was now getting it again in the center of the room, while Barbara and Snow lewdly assisted once more. Christ, Nick thought, the friggin' place was a three-ringed Roman Circus . .. !
"Here, Darling," Claire said, handing him one of the glasses and dropping down beside him. "Oh, by the way, Joe just called from his office. He wants you to come back .. . wants to talk to you about something financial, he said." She winked at him. "Remember, I told you that my Daddy takes good care of his baby's lovers."
Nick grinned back at her. "Seems that you might be right," he said, mentally contemplating her message and deciding that this might be the break he'd been hoping for. "You said back . .. back where?"
"Oh .. . you go down that little hallway over there, Honey. You can't miss it," she said. "Just knock; he's expecting you ... and I'll be waiting here for you . .. anxiously."
Nick stood, finally remembering to zipper up his fly, which raised a little titter from Claire; then, with a grin, he walked toward the small hallway. .. . * * * Avis lay deathly still, not daring to move even as the knock sounded on the door and Joe let in the two men, Bill Decker and Barney Davis, both of whom she had met on the night of her and Nick's arrival. The fact that Bill Decker was stark naked hardly shocked her; it was Barney Davis, Kitten's ugly young husband, who, dressed, looked weirdly out of place. Dear God, her sense of values were rapidly growing as debauched as was her defiled young body! She couldn't help glancing directly at the tall, husky young man's naked genitals, the length of his limp penis causing limited revival of the libidinous sensations that had wholly possessed her not minutes before, and as she stared she saw it jerk lustfully and realized that he was gaping down at her nakedly spread body.
"Christ!" Bill Decker gasped. "What a delicious little bitch she is!" He felt his heavy cock reacting to the stimulating display, even in the exhausting wake of the fuck he had just thrown into Kitten.
"Never mind her . . . yet," Joe Norman ordered, his own lengthy and thick hardened prick still poling out viciously from his hairy loins, its heavy foreskin half-skinned back, revealing the purplish, bloated head. "First, where's that sonofabitch, Belyal?"
"On his way," Decker replied as Avis covered her face with her hands and he stared at her magnificent pink-tipped breasts, slowly letting his eyes rake over her curvaceous nakedness and locking on the moist pink split separating the silkenlike, sparse blonde hair covering her vaginal mound. And as he gaped, she tried to hide herself by pressing her full white thighs tight together shamefully. "I told Claire to tell him you wanted to see him. She didn't suspect anything. . .. Jesus Christ, Joe! Have you fucked this cunt yet?"
Norman grinned at him, then down at Avis. "I was just getting to that when the bitch let the cat out of the bag," he said. "So . . . now I'll take up where I left off. You two get on either side of the door. When he knocks, you open it, Barney, and Bill will take him from behind. .. . You sure Claire doesn't suspect anything? I don't want her to know from nothing.. .."
"I tell you, it's okay, Joe ... I did it like you said," Decker insisted.
Norman grunted and nodded his head. "All right ... there's some rope in that closet over there. Tie the prick up and we'll let him watch the little party we're going to have with his sweet wife here ... or whatever the fuck she is to him...."
Avis still lay with her small hands covering her face, frozen now in abject terror as Joe Norman's terrifying words drifted down to her. Dear God, what had she done? Ooohhh . . . and now Nick was going to see her this way . .. naked and debased by other men before his very eyes! Her brain reeled, a sudden electriclike jolt rippling through her as she felt a coarse hand touching her breast in exploring fashion and she jerked her own from her face, opening her eyes wide to stare up into the oafish face of Barney Davis. Joe Norman chuckled lewdly and out of the corner of her eye she could see Bill Decker's heavy, long cock lifting and swelling into a horizontal hardness.
"Fuck, I ain't ever seen such nice titties!" Barney gasped, his rough hand squeezing and kneading her breast experimentally, while his small beady eyes shone with a lascivious glint, the front of his pants beginning to bulge with meaning.
"Okay, that's enough for now," Norman said. "Get over by the door while I go back to work on this sweet-tasting little pussy. I want Belyal to get the shock of his fucking life when he walks in ... and once we're through with this bitch, then they'll both get one last jolt. . . one they'll never remember."
Barney turned to read his boss's expression, finally breaking into a half-stupid, but understanding grin; he walked over by the door where Bill Decker joined him, both watching the older man move back toward where Avis lay fearfully sprawled on the leather bedlike sofa, her thighs still tightly closed, her beautiful green eyes staring in undeniable horror.
"Come on, cunt ... spread 'em open for daddy!" Norman commanded luridly, lowering himself and forcing her knees apart with his strong hands.
"Oh ... oh please, no .. . don't do that again . .. ?" Avis whimpered weakly, tears bursting from her eyes as she tried vainly to struggle against him, but it was useless and she watched him wedge himself between her legs once more, his evil face hovering above her still-moist, tingling genitals, that licentious grin distorting his features again. "Ooooohhhhh . . . !"
Instantaneously, Avis sensed the wild firelike sensations that had fallen almost dormant in her belly and loins leap back into being as the terrible monster curled his hot, moist tongue up through her helplessly exposed cunt, immediately dwelling on her tiny clitoris and returning it to its erect state, while at the same time he thrust his long, thick middle finger up into her still-dilated vagina and began a swirling, rotating action there. She gasped a guttural sound as the unwanted sensuous bliss he was causing her began to overwhelmingly take command of her unprotected body once more, and of their own volition her small hands returned to entangle in his hair.
"Christ!" Bill Decker exclaimed, grasping hold of his own throbbing prick and beginning to subconsciously stroke it. "What a hot fucking broad she is!"
"Yeah ..." Barney mumbled, rubbing his caloused hand over the bulge of his pants. "I swear ... I ain't ever seen tits like she's got... !"
It was no use, Avis realized vaguely, she couldn't fight the captivating enchantment that his wicked mouthing of her inhumanly tormented pussy was causing her. Just as before, she was losing her mind to all reason, and now she no longer wanted to fight the fervent, building passion rising wildly inside her . . . only to satisfy it!
"Oooohhhh .. . ooooohhhhhhh . . . y-yes ... yes! Do it! Lick it .. . suck it!" she hissed wantonly down at him, her now shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and jerking beneath his hot tongue and plunging finger. She raised her loins to him wantingly, offering her moist squirming genitals to do with what he would. With hands clutching in his hair, she moaned out deeply from the depths of her soul, shame, degradation, morals, pride, even her darling Nick ... all escaping her mesmerized brain as she tried to pull his sucking mouth tighter into the throbbing cuntal opening between her widespread, trembling white thighs, while the maddening throes of hedonistic rapture captured complete possession of her.
She hardly heard or understood the commotion at Nick's entry into the room, and could only gaze at his horrified face through glazed, desire-filled eyes, as nebulously she reasoned that the others had made a prisoner of him. But nothing mattered . .. nothing else in the whole world except the tremendous mountain of sweet pleasure building inside her from the delicious and heavenly oral ministrations this terrible . .. beautiful brute was committing at the palpitating mouth of her insanely tingling cunt.
Joe Norman couldn't hold back his own sadistic grin of elation when he saw Decker and Davis pinioning Nick Belyal, and he continued to slither his long curling tongue deep up into the hot clasping channel of her receptive pussy, watching the hate-distorted expression of shocked rage blanching the pig-bastard's face as Avis thrust her tormented loins harder up against his mouth in total submission. Fuck, it couldn't have come off better had he planned it! Wicked sensations of sa-tyrical lust ripped through him at the thoughts of the ultimate satisfaction he was going to revel in this night! Play stupid fink-cop games with Joe Norman would they? Fuck, he'd been weaned on the pig-pricks, and they were going to know all about that in the next few hours!
"You ... you dirty, lousy sonofabitch, Norman!" Nick spat at him as Billy and Davis each held an arm, making him completely immobile. "Let her go, damn you! Do whatever you want to me, but leave her alone ... !"
"Hey, man, he likes that tender cunt!" Bill Decker hissed into his ear. "In fact, we all like it, eh? Now why don't you just calm down and watch the show . . . it's going to be a winner. . . ."
Nick tried to struggle at the other's taunting, but they held him fast. They were both strong men and he was no match for the two of them. He gaped in utter disbelief at Avis's obscenely spread-open, naked body beneath the salacious attack of Joe Norman with his lecherous face buried in her eager cunt ... and all the time he had felt certain she was locked into their bedroom! Jesus Christ! What the hell had happened? But more than that, how was he going to get them ... at least, her, out of there? God almighty, by the expression of ecstasy on her face, she'd probably fight him too!
Joe Norman luxuriated in the obvious mental agony he was choking down Nick Belyal's throat. The wispy golden hairs fringing his wife's ... or whoever she was ... flushed, swollen flanges of her quivering cunt lips teased at the tip of his nose and titillated his cheeks as she began to undulate her lush ass cheeks in a responding, passionate rhythm, while the twisting grimaces of her beautiful face reflected the sensuous world of rapture she had slipped into. She was broken completely to his will, beyond the point of return, and he goddamned sure intended to extract the fullest of erotic benefits from her spectacular, hot writhing young body before he was through with her, or the fuck-headed husband either!
In a minute he was going to shove his aching cock deep into that warm, squirming white belly while Belyal watched, shooting his load of hot jism into the very depths of her tight, clasping pussy .. . until she screamed in delight and Belyal moaned in misery! Shit, that was going to be the ultimate . . . sort of like a reprisal against every cop who had ever harassed him ... or ever lived! The lousy pig-fink prick! He had to be out of his childish mind to think he could walk into this bailiwick and score ... unless there was more behind it than he had figured. . ..
"You dirty rotten bastard, Norman!" Nick cursed him as they tied his hands behind him, then pushed him to the floor to finish the job, securing his feet and drawing them up so that hands and feet were bound tightly .. . except that he had expanded his wrists and could only hope he might be able to twist and manipulate them. "You did kill her, didn't you . . . that poor little girl who came to look at the MG! You raped and murdered her there on the beach ... !"
Joe Norman sat up suddenly, twisting to look at Nick as Avis groaned aloud at his sudden inaction at her seething loins. She whimpered and reached for him, but he pushed her away, and she began to flail her head tormentedly, moving her slender hand down between her soft thighs to caress the button of her clitoris needfully.
"So ... you cop-bastard! That is why you're here, isn't it!" Norman spat at him.
"She was my wife, you warped pervert!" Nick blurted, not really meaning to, and sorry immediately. "And . . . and you killed her!"
"I see . . . and what does that make this little gem ... another cop?" Norman replied with a question, grinning and pleased with himself. He'd made the slob spill his guts without even trying. "So . . . that cock-tease belonged to you? Well . . . she got what she had coming, brother! She was a pro prick agitator . . . but that day she fired the wrong cock . . . know what I mean?"
"She was just a child, you bastard!" Nick snarled, struggling with his hands behind him. "You tore her apart with your ugly, animal cock, goddamn you ... and I'll kill you for it!"
Norman chuckled. "I doubt that you'll manage much killing, Belyal, being as how you and this delicious cunt will be dead yourselves when we're finished with you! All the same, I like spunk in a man . .. and I thought you might appreciate watching us take your delicate doll, especially seeing as how we watched you and Claire together. I might add that your Avis was just a trifle upset when she saw Claire parachuting up and down on your cock . . . but it helped me bring her around ... see?"
Nick cringed as he saw the admitted murderer of his Cathy twist about and place his hand between Avis's thighs, extending a finger to slip up into her pink, lu-bricious cunt while the sonofabitch grinned at him and Avis began to writhe excitedly on the sofa.
"You see, fuckhead? She's all gone," Norman gloated. "Touch her cunt and she takes right off... ."
"Listen . . . listen, Norman, leave her alone . .. please?" Nick tried. "Okay, okay, so you've got me, eh? I'm the one! She's here because I asked her to help me, but she has nothing to do with this.. . . Look, do one nice thing in your life ... let her go .. . take it out on me! I'm the guy ... !"
"She has plenty to do with it now," Joe Norman said with a lickerish smirk. "Christ man, have you examined the body on this delectable morsel? Fuck is the secret word, eh? And besides that, she knows too much. . .."
"You're making a mistake, Norman!"
"I don't make mistakes, pig! You do!"
"You ... you rotten bastard!"
Joe Norman laughed. He looked at his cohorts. "Okay boys ... get ready. It's time for Mr. Belyal's big show . .. and listen, Barney, lay that goddamned gun the other side of the desk away from that prick. I want to be certain that he sweats this fuck-match ... !"
Bill Decker had propped Nick up with his back against a chair so that he was forced to watch at eye level Avis's absolutely fiendish defilement. Helplessly, he stared at her beautiful moaning and writhing, desire-incited body as she whimpered beggingly when Norman deserted her unsatiated, tormented pussy, raising to his knees and giving orders to both of his henchmen. Fuming rage along with empty-bellied despair tore at Nick as he realized his utter inability to assist her; he had introduced her into this hellish situation and now he was witnessing the culmination of his worst fears . . . that he would not be able to help her if something went wrong . .. and somehow it damn sure had! Christ, he didn't know how, but that made damned little difference now . . . with that filthy pervert tongue-fucking her excited, naked cunt, and obviously planning worse . .. !
"Watch this, Belyal!" Norman said, grinning licentiously over at where he sat securely bound. "I don't want you to miss one second of it when I wedge my cock into her tight little cunt."
Nick swallowed tightly, the bitter words of reprisal he was forming in his brain suddenly choking in his throat as tie watched the broad-shouldered murderer of his wife crawl up over Avis, his long and thick cock wavering like a wagon-tongue.
Joe Norman had waited as long as he could without fucking her. His prick jerked and throbbed as if it had been whipped with a handful of hickory branches. The delightful bitch in under him whimpered and made some attempt to move her legs preventatively; he grasped them behind the knees, lifting them as he saddled himself comfortably between her full white thighs, thrusting their shapely loveliness back until her knees touched her shoulders. Then, his rigid, pulsing cockhead was brushing teasingly against the dampness of her sparse, gilded hairs. He splayed his hands beside her shoulders, raising himself slightly to a better advantage, forcing her legs up and back even further, until her ankles were locked behind his neck. Then, he looked down between their bodies and saw the enchantment of her upturned ivory-white buttocks completely presented to him.
Shit, what a spine-shattering sight it must make to Belyal, he mused triumphantly. Her expanded narrow cunt slit was visibly twitching its swollen lips anxiously, the moist pink crevice held wide open by the pressure of his thighs tightly pressed outward against her stretched full buttocks.
Avis couldn't distinguish the face hovering over her through her passion-dimmed eyes. Words had faded to unintelligible sounds; only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard shaft lying insinuated in the full length of her open, quivering split. The jerking chunky head seemed to rise and fall in a little sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips toward it, her needing vagina searching hungrily for its rigid, blood-filled tip.
God! She had to have it! Her belly screamed for it! Nick . . . Nick ... o o o hhhhh ... you've got to understand .. . !
She groped in near panic, her hands finding their way up over her soft thighs and behind the rounded, full cheeks of her widespread bottom to grasp the length of his stone-hard rod. At first, her brow knitted as her fingers tried to encircle it, its fleshy massiveness causing a vague, awesome concern in her dazed brain, but then she was holding it tightly inside both small hands, her mind blank to all else but the loving caresses she was administering to it in near reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid secretion that oozed in driblets from the lust-bloated head. Automatically, she guided and manipulated it up and down between the spread lips of her moist cunt, sometimes brushing the stretched trembling moons of her ass, but never letting it lose contact with her hot flesh, adjusting it finally within the ravenously lubricated, hair-lined flanges at the tiny sucking mouth of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched at his back with the other, pulling with all her strength in her effort to force it into her and let it quell the gnawing, seething heat burning madly in her loins and belly.
Nick watched the obscene performance in agonized horror, refusing to believe that the wanton actions taking place before his straining eyes could be those of his beautiful, proper Avis. But they were! Christ almighty ... yes, they were! Norman had done something to her ... fed her some goddamned thing that had turned her on like an animal! She wasn't to blame, but that was small consolation at the moment, the way the bastard was taunting her with his vicious cock while she squirmed and whimpered beneath him.
Shit, he had to try and do something! He worked at the ropes wrapped tightly around his wrists, feeling them tearing at his flesh as he strained futilely against them. But it was the one feeble hope he had, and he had to keep trying. Davis had stripped, unleashing a stubby fat cock that was as hard and menacing as either Decker's or Norman's, and both punks had moved in close to the sofa to watch their boss's brutal rape tactics on Avis's voluptuous, unprotected body, ignoring him momentarily. . . .
Avis winced as she felt the tight, flushed lips around her throbbing channel forced open. Its elastic-rimmed snugness resisted for a moment, then gave before the harsh, brutal, inching pressure of his great cock. The spontaneous agony shattered her for long seconds and she endeavored to resist mechanically, squealing out a throaty wail.
Joe Norman reveled in that, as did the two looking on with gaping, lust-brimmed expressions, their fiery-knobbed, stiffened pricks jutting out from their hairy crotches covetously. Then Norman thrust again, excitedly listening for her deeper cries of agony. Christ! The gorgeous bitch, he thought! He wanted to hear her scream for mercy the way the impish cock-tease had, and he wanted Belyal to hear her, too! This time, he rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his merciless cock all the way to his pelvis! He felt his balls whap solidly against her twitching anus as the breath "oomphed" out of her and she desperately ground her defenseless squirming buttocks down hard into the leather beneath, attempting to escape the cruel, sudden impalement. Then, she screamed, freeing her pinioned legs to jerk out wide on either side of him, splaying in wild motions as they kicked uselessly in the air.
Nick cursed aloud, raging hate and helpless pity making strange companions inside his brain as he heard Avis choke, "Ooohhhh . .. dear God . .. no . . . no, please don't... !" Her naked, soft body was pinned obscenely to the wide sofa as though speared there by a jousting lance, and again he tore frantically at the ropes binding his already bloodied wrists. .. .
To Avis, even in her Pernod-dulled brain, it seemed with her slightest move the huge prickhead burrowed deeper into her. The outstretched arms of the horrible brute above her were holding her tightly to the cushions, while his widespread knees kept her thighs split apart to their fullest extent. She'd had no idea it could bring her such pain.
She was certain her genitals were being ripped open from his giant cock imbedded so deep in the tiny sheath of her channel. The searing, polelike shaft felt as though it might burst into her throat from beneath, while its bloated knob thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her head as if it were hinged to her neck.
Joe Norman watched her excitedly from above, a lascivious grin stretching his saliva-coated lips. Bitch, he thought, that's it, fight it! His brain reeled in half-crazed lust. Fight it, cunt! That's what he liked to see .. . when they struggled! Fight . .. fight! Her face was still contorted from his first vicious stab into her. He grinned in lewd fascination as her lips curled back from her pretty white teeth, incoherent, pleading whimpers gurgling from her throat. Jesus, he hoped that Belyal was getting the full benefit of it all! Her arms were thrust forward, small, feeble hands placed against his hips in her attempt to hold back the blunt, hard cockhead pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone.
"Oh, Christ...!" Nick moaned aloud. He didn't know how much longer he could bear watching her torturous rape, nor what in God's name he'd do except lose his goddamned wits entirely if something didn't happen soon. Claire seemed their only hope, but certainly no one he could count on. He didn't know why, but he doubted that she actually knew the true animal character of this bastard she lived with. She unquestionably saw only his sexual prowess and money, being the nympho that she was, and mistook those for love. He couldn't believe that she knew anything about Cathy's murder; she was a love machine, but never a ruthless or heartless individual... .
Suddenly, from his eye-level view, Nick could plainly see Norman's black pubic hair entangled tightly with Avis's silken, lighter strands, a half-inch of his thick, long cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, stretched passage ... the very same secret canal that the evil bastard had licked and sucked tormentingly to moist, mind-destroying re-ceptiveness only moments before. Nick could see her tight, slightly bruised cunt lips expanded almost to the ripping point, the soft outer coral rim clasping tightly like a band of elastic around the white-skinned base of his filthy prick. . . .
Avis squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of mental balance had forsaken her. Her brain was a maze of tortured thoughts, and she couldn't apply what thinking capacities she had rationally .. . except that she knew Nick was there someplace, but they had made a prisoner of him, and there was no way that he could save them alone ... she would have to help ... but how .
.. how.. . ? If .. . if she could only concentrate on something besides the immediate monstrosity stuffing her passage and belly! Dear God, it was untold horror! She could feel the searing hot pain of his brutal entry still tearing cruelly at her insides.
She flexed her inner, lower torso muscles that controlled her genitals in an attempt to hold back the thick and long invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews, she realized too late, only seemed to incite the vile thing, and it plowed seemingly deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting channel. She felt the cringing walls of her cunt clasp around it like a strangling hand, its every fleshy ridge and wrinkle being transmitted to her brain in its lust-probing quest. God .. . God almighty ... It's alive inside me! The hard, spongy tip was pressing relentlessly against her cervix, the thin layer of flesh along its great length registering in her brain . .. and the tickling hairs of his balls resting tightly in the smooth crevice of her ass ... all were suddenly a part of her! She tossed her head as if to fight off the hypnotic spell. But, in fact, she had become one with it .. . with him ... and in spite of her pain, her tongue snaked out lasciviously and began an erotic licking at her full lush lips.
Then, abruptly, the pungent odor of their union stung her flaring nostrils carnally. Again, her delicate and beautiful nostrils flared as the throbbing cock burrowed even deeper into her soft, unschooled belly.
Oh, Lord . . . oh, God! There .. . there had never been anything like this before . .. not even in her wildest imagination! Suddenly, she wished she could die with it there inside her! This was . . . had to be ... it! This moment! Her pussy was contracting spontaneously of its own volition, while the licentious thoughts began to race out of control through her befogged brain .. . !
Norman sensed the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his aching rod, the very sensations he'd been hoping for, and now he hung motionless above her supine form, waiting until she became fully accustomed to his bulky presence entombed in her hot cunt. This was going to be a spectacular, all right, with Belyal watching, and he wanted to be sure nothing would go wrong. He knew his women ... or was it their cunts? Chuckling, he looked over at Nick whose bound body and horrified face depicted the thoughts permeating his brain. Then, he glanced up at Decker and Davis.
"You bastards ever see anything like this ... so tender ... so hot?" he leered.
"Shit, boss, she's beautiful!" Barney exclaimed, open-mouthed, his stubby prick in his hand. "I never saw tits like hers! Imagine a broad like her sucking you . .. ?"
Norman laughed goatishly and Bill Decker said: "Christ, she's prime, all right, Joe! I could eat her from her toes up . . . then fuck that ass all night!"
Joe Norman shook his head. "You stupid bastards . . . she's next to virgin pure ... like a diamond in the rough! But I know what you both mean . . . and hang tight just a minute or two . . . maybe we'll make some dreams come true for you . .. !"
Chapter 12
"Ooooohhhhh," Avis whimpered through bared teeth, still confused by the thin line separating pain from pleasure, while Nick watched in helpless frustration.
From his propped-up position, he could plainly see Norman's lean, hairy buttocks tense and relax, and he knew that the sonofabitch was taunting her by flexing his heavy cock where it lay buried in her lovely white belly, until finally her whimpers faded into tiny mewls of obvious desire. This time, he had reached her with his massive prick; to his dismay, Nick watched her lush, satiny ass-cheeks respond in kind, eventually establishing a cadence between them, her nostrils beating a flaring action to the tempo. Christ, she was all gone now . . . !
"Oooohhhh ... oooohhhhh . . . yes .. . yeesss . . . yeeesssssss!" she moaned, while Joe Norman sensed the answering throbs of her vaginal walls wrapped around the length of his cock. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat had begun a soft opening-closing as it swallowed and sucked like another mouth at the pulsing head of his shaft. He lowered his damp lips to hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with complete abandon far into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from the depths of her chest, her beautiful face contorting in ecstatic desire, her mouth gasping, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out on her forehead beneath her now disheveled, long golden hair.
He pulled his lips away and her head began to loll from side to side in her lust-glazed state, her hips moving into an anxious rolling motion under his impaling, husky prick, while her eager cunt nibbled and screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis.
The pain had left her, Avis reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening electriclike tingle had burst into being within her loins and raced relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out its fleece-lined lips, coursing like wild little imps of hell across her ivory-white thighs to the full length of her legs and about her toes as she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her contracting belly insanely through her ribeage and out the swollen tips of her cherrylike, palpitating nipples .. . !
"Oh ... oh, God! Fuck me! Please fuck me?" she rasped passionately. "Now ... now! I've got to have it ... please ... don't torture me any more . .. ?"
Nick swore violently, his own prick giving a wild lurch toward hardness inside his pants from the effect of the obscene exclamations spewing from her beautiful red lips. Unwanted fermentations of lust boiled through him as he gaped at the horrifying spectacle, and he watched Norman begin to move his heavy cock in and out of her, even as he rolled over onto his back, holding tight to her and lifting her like a child until she was astraddle of him and riding of her own volition up and down the glistening, long, thick shaft.
"Okay, Bill," Norman hissed, "you wanted to fuck ' her ass ... so I'll give you first shot at it. Climb aboard!"
Nick was certain he hadn't heard correctly! Norman was no better than the lowest animal, but Christ, not even he could expect her to endure that... ! She was on top of him, her knees on either side of his ribs in an obscene half-squat, her widely expanded, moist cunt and spread buttocks at a perfect eye-level for Nick's unobstructed view, and as she lifted her rounded full hips and plunged downward onto his thick stalk like a woman possessed, he could see the inner folds of her viscid pink cunt-flesh extracted and clinging to it, then vanishing again inside her channel as she heaved wildly down, burying the wicked thing inside her hot belly again and again and again!
"Goddamn!" Bill Decker cursed, watching her pointed, globular breasts jiggle and sway to the frenzy of her wild fucking actions. "How, Joe . . . how?"
"Shit, man, get up behind her! Mount her!" Norman snorted. "You want me to draw you a friggin' road map?"
"Christ... can she take us both at once ... ?"
Norman grinned sadistically. "Well ... we'll soon find out, eh? Come on, get into her ass!"
Nick twisted furiously at his bonds, feeling the burning rope ripping deeply into his bleeding wrists. His brain swam in vicious rage, plus, helpless pity for Avis . . . although he couldn't help wondering if the latter wasn't wasted at the moment. She was undoubtedly half out of her mind with the incited passion Norman had fired in her, and it occurred to him that she'd reached that algolagnic point where pain had become a wanted part of her insane sensuous desire. He'd never seen any woman this far gone before, and he thought he'd seen it all. Christ in heaven, he had to stop it some way, before she lost her mind completely! But even as he strained and twisted, his eyes remained lewdly focused on Norman's thick, long cock sliding lubriciously in and out of her tight clasping cunt to her rhythmic and salacious ass plunges, causing his own prick to stiffen like a lead weight in his pants . . . and then Decker was climbing over Norman's legs and moving up behind her, his ugly bar-hard rod thrusting out pointedly toward the tightly puckered hole between her lusciously presented white buttocks, his heavy balls swinging between his thighs as he kneed forward.
"Oh, shit!" Nick choked hopelessly, unable to retain the tears of anger that were suddenly spilling down his cheeks.
At first, Avis did little more than jerk forward in surprise when Bill Decker brushed the moist tip of his long, purple-headed prick against the sensitive, tight pink hole between her stretched ass-cheeks, but when he clutched at her hip with one hand and nuzzled his cock meaningfully to the snug orifice with the other, she let out a little gasp and lurched ahead, her enchanting green eyes widening apprehensively.
Norman saw the expression and grinned with satyri-cal delight. He reached up, clutching at her hanging, full breasts, squeezing one in each big hand tightly. "Hold your ass steady, bitch, and help him get it in!" he commanded brutally. "You're going to get double fucked, cunt, and accordingly, that ought to double your pleasure, eh? Go on, Decker, shove it up her asshole!"
"Fuck! Where do I come in?" Barney Davis rasped, holding onto his stunted cock as he watched with lurid eyes the progression of her depraved ravishment.
"Shut up and wait!" Norman barked, fiendishly grasping and mauling Avis's sensitive breasts, raising confused whimpers of new pain from her throat; nevertheless, she did as she was ordered, pausing, with her buttocks in the air and only the bloated head of Norman's huge prick inside the mouth of her vagina to its coronal rim.
"Oh ... oh, God! What are you doing...?" she gasped, tensing as she felt the very tip of Decker's husky cock pressure open the pink, prunelike mouth of her nether hole; then both of his strong hands grasped her thighs just below the hips to hold her fast .. . even draw her backward toward the rapidly building agony. "Ooohhh . .. ooooohhhhhhhh .. . .Lord, no! No, please ... not in there ... I can't... I can't... !"
Nick almost wished he could, deafen his ears to her pain-filled pleading. It was all his fault! He'd never forgive himself ... never in Christ almighty's world . .. nor would she, he knew, should they ever get out of there alive! If only they had chosen him to torture rather than her beautiful and utterly defenseless body.. .. Oh, goddamn ... if there was a way to get at that gun . .. !
Avis screamed, smashing his thoughts and compelling him to watch the slow agonizing penetration of Decker's sodomizing cock worming into her tiny, precious asshole, not an inch above where Norman's ruthless shaft protruded from the stretched pink rim of her clasping vagina. Good Christ! They were going to split her open for fucking sure! And there wasn't a goddamned miserable thing he could do to stop them! He stared in horror, his own disgusting prick jerking uncontrollably as he watched only feet away while the cruel, stiffened shaft lewdly popped through her tightly resisting sphincter, his mouth dropping open loosely as he stared at the tiny hole stretching obscenely to slip over and absorb the glans of Decker's prick. He saw the evil punk grin licentiously, then thrust his hips solidly forward, sinking half of the fleshy, turgid staff in the soft, velvety confines of her accommodating rectum.
"Auugghhh ... aaauuuugggggghhhhhhhhh! Stop! Stop .. . oh, my God, stop, you're killing me!" Avis cried in agony, her lovely face twisted in torment, but it was useless; Norman continued to maul her breasts while Decker clutched savagely at her hips, worming his cock slowly up into her warm, rubbery passage without mercy, the strength of his strong thighs pressing her forward until her face brushed Norman's laughing one, her ass held high in the air, buttocks spread open helplessly by the ugly thick staffs driven into her, unwillingly helping his sodomizing cock to enter in and fuck her there, its throbbing head plowing the spongy resistant inner flesh before it, until suddenly, with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-moons against him, Decker sunk the whole length of it into her warm, constricting ass-channel.
Nick watched in spellbinding frustration as Norman lifted his hips with an unmerciful thrust, slithering his massive prick to his pelvis into her cunt, his balls brushing Decker's, his rod in her vagina joining the other's invading pole entombed deep in her bowels.
Avis choked out a near-faintlike whimper from the agony of the pain, barely aware of her sandwiched position between the two lust-crazed men who were impaling her fiendishly on their massive, swollen cocks thrust deep into the passages of her soft, young body, with only the slightest wall of delicate tissue between her rectum and cunt separating their ugly, defiling shafts. And it struck her vividly at that moment . . . they didn't intend that she would leave there alive .. . nor would her Nick, wherever he was .. . ! Oh . . . her poor darling! God, were they making him watch her degrading ravishment? Oohhh ... he must be in hell, unable to help her, and she knew now how much he loved her. .. ! If only she could make all of this up to him ... if only she could occupy them all so that he could do something! She wasn't certain where he was, but she remembered them taking him prisoner ... and if he was still in the room, he was too resourceful to be whipped by the likes of these hoodlums... . God, if only she could keep her head and help! Maybe, Nick would think of something ... if he was still there .. . ooohhhhh ... !
"All right, Barney, come on!" Norman ordered. "You wondered what it'd be like to have a bitch like this suck you off? Well, let's find out, boy! Get on your knees up over my face so that I can watch, then choke her with that stubby fat cock of yours ... !"
Nick hadn't given up, but he felt in his heart that it was damn near over ... there was no way out. His wrists were nothing but raw meat and he hadn't gained a hair. Norman was winning the final ... the very last round. He'd kill both Avis and himself; he had to! He couldn't leave telltale witnesses alive ... but first, true to his word, he was going to horribly destroy her, and he had... .
What the hell! And when he'd been sure there wasn't anything more they could do to her . .. !
Oh, Christ, there was! Davis was on his naked knees, inching forward above Joe Norman's gaping eyes, his stubby cock in his hand as he reached out to entangle his coarse hand in her golden hair, drawing her face down toward it! He was going to force her to suck him while the other two bastards ravaged her pussy and asshole . .. the complete degradation!
Shamed and aching, yet somehow still clinging to hope, Avis sensed only a great splitting at her loins. She felt super-defiled, and every part of her seemed to be at those two expanded holes that were being burrowed and routed between her legs. Her mouth opened and closed in pained torment. Occasionally, she tried to resist Norman's entry, or draw her buttocks away to contain the unbelievable pain of her anus, but to resist one was to give license to the other, her movements were that lust provoking.... It was then that she felt the hand winding cruelly in her hair, finally to jerk her face forward. She knew subconsciously what it was ... what was expected of her, but she had to fight it... !
His filthy smelling fingers from handling his own genitals, pawed at her lips, eventually opening her mouth to let a spongy, stiff substance rub against them. She focused her eyes and saw Barney Davis's thick, short cock protruding from her mouth ... the matting of hair covering his pelvis at its base, and finally his balls, bloated and swaying beneath! She tried to think of Nick, hoping to God in heaven that he would think of something ... anything ... as Davis slid his uncircumcised prick into the warm, moist receptacle of her face. She felt it ease along the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He was holding her head firm, his hand wound in her hair, then suddenly, he began to saw in and out of her mouth viciously, causing her to gag as it rammed halfway down her throat, it's near full length disappearing between her rounded, ovaled lips. She struggled for breath, catching small gasps on the outstroke.
"Suck it, bitch! You cunt! Suck my cock!" he hissed vilely.
Oh, good God in heaven! she thought, as they buffeted her amongst them like some harem slave-girl, planning to use her helpless, defenseless body as a worthless vessel into which they would pump their lewd, seething sperm. She felt debased beyond all power of salvation, and that the ravaging of her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity. . . . Oh . . . Nick . . . Nick ... where are you ... ?
Something gave as Nick twisted his arms savagely and lurched in his bound position, he realized, but cautiously he held himself back, investigating further before making some crazy move. He wanted more than anything in the world to leap into the center of the despicable scene ... but he had to be certain he could handle it once he made his move . .. and he was no longer fooling himself about the fact that Avis was forceably giving herself to all three of the wicked bastards in an attempt to occupy them. He'd known her too long to underestimate her capabilities, even though he realized she'd deny her efforts this night until her dying day! Damn, if they ever got out of there alive, he was certainly going to use them at least once . .. each and every one ... !
He struggled with his ties as he watched in a half-mesmerized state of unsought lust, watched Norman's huge prick fucking into her accepting moist pussy with demonical fury, while Decker plunged in and out of her tight, salaciously stretched anus with maddening, vicious strokes, both of them working in a cadence that joggled her to their advantage between them, and Avis knelt meekly dovetailed, like some oversized rag doll, moaning continuously around the fat, hard prick in her mouth at the outrageous defilement of her unprotected genitals.
Nick's face was that close to the pair of glistening, thick rods of swollen flesh submerging into his Avis's expanded passages that he couldn't possibly miss the slightest nuance of the obscene, depraved assault. Their lengthy moist cocks had discovered an harmonious rhythm and he couldn't help but stare at the coral edges of her cunt being extracted with Norman's prick on the downstroke and disappearing inside as he pis-toned upward into her soft, white belly. The same sight was licentiously visible with Decker's thick stalk sucking back out of her, tugging the tight pink ridges of her clinging, expanded rectum folds with it, then fluidly soaring back into her ass as he rammed forward until his balls slapped against his partner's withdrawing shaft luridly. Christ, his own cock was throbbing unbearably at the lustful, if deplorable sight, and he despised himself for the perverted excitement her vicious rape was causing inside him.
It was then, as he had nearly freed his bloodied and torn wrists behind him that Nick realized the unbelievable change that had obviously overwhelmed this girl he had hoped would soon be his wife . . . and he gaped at her in new, almost petrifying shock ... !
The very helplessness of her debased position had raced through Avis's mind, and the lewd mental picture of her being mercilessly fucked at every bodily entrance by three horrible, lust-filled men at the same time, began to licentiously excite her, causing a masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and a low ecstatic groan escaped her lips around the sturdy cock sawing into her face. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her buttocks with vigor, squeezing her cuntal and anal muscles around the hard, thick poles of rigid flesh driving sadistically into her.
She found herself sucking more voraciously at the cock in her mouth. Although she had never even imagined what a prick might taste like, she discovered that she was reveling in the lewd delight it was inciting within her. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated lasciviously with his pumping strokes, suddenly exhilarating in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue licked wildly at the blood-engorged head, the tip probing hotly into the tiny split at its end to taste the tangy pungency of its minute emissions.
At the same time, she moved her arched hips downward against Norman's upthrusting cock raging into her tingling cunt, then lifting and throwing her ass backward to absorb all of Bill Decker's ramming prick into her widely stretched asshole, all sense of moral decency seeming to blank from her mind in this sudden wave of erotic, masochistic sensation that was wantonly permeating her whole being. Nothing registered any longer but the magnificent cocks fucking into her and she rocked insanely to their rhythmic attack, continuously sucking at Barney Davis's cock with growing animallike fury.
God . .. ! She wanted it to shoot into her mouth! She wanted to swallow every drop of his cum . .. feel it dribbling hotly down her throat ... had to have it filling her belly, as those slamming into her cunt and obscenely stretched asshole would flood her there!
Abruptly then, she sensed Davis's prick swelling in her mouth and she sucked on it madly! It burst, and he swore vilely as it gushed forth thick streams of the creamy, piquant liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks hollowing and bloating while she swallowed in huge gulps to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing ceaselessly from it. She worked her throat muscles inherently, fastening her lips in a tight ovaled ring of soft vacuuming flesh around his ejaculating prick, afraid of losing even a tiny droplet of the precious sperm. Small driblets seeped from the corners of her mouth as Davis fell away from her, his shrinking shaft slithering lifeless from her still sucking and purring mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid fluid stretching from her lips to his flaccid cock pulling away. . . .
Nick was half out of his mind as he watched Davis climax in Avis's wildly sucking mouth while she continued to shove her ass and hips in wanton salacity at the other two raging cocks fucking into her. Her tears near-blinded him as he worked furiously to free his hands. Goddamn them! He'd kill them all! He would! He would .. . !
"Oooohhhhhh . . . oooohhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes!" Avis chanted hoarsely in her mesmerizing rapture, while she continued to respond in kind to each lunge into her cunt and rectum. Wild and insane they became, as she gave them back in fury every stroke they slammed into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible maze of feral sexual abandon.
"Aaahhhhh .. . God, yes! I can feel both of your thick cocks fucking beautifully into me! Oh, faster .. . please ... faster . . . harder! Yes .. . yes . .. harder . .. fuck harder, lovers!" Avis cried out to them, urging them on, the thought of being fucked and sodomized at the same time suddenly driving her toward a whirlpool of cyclonic lust! It seemed to go on forever ... the mounting, exotic bliss of it .. . the hands gripping and clutching at her as she was completely and helplessly impaled in her cunt and asshole! Her brain reeled . . . nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of erotic enchantment about to explode inside her!
"Now . .. now!" she wailed. "Please .. . together ... cum in me together! Fill me . . . now! Huurrryyyyyy! Oh, God huuurrrryyyyy ... I'm . .. I'm cu-uuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!"
Abruptly, Decker began to mouth obscenities and Avis sensed the hot boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep into her back passage as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her, and she could feel every contraction of his horrendous, sodomizing cock as it jerked out its load of hot white cream deep inside her constricting bowels; then, Norman grunted and cursed as she slammed her hips downward onto his massive rod, her breath heaving from her lungs, and his lurching, jerking prick began squirting its thick jets of hot semen far up into the depths of her quivering belly, her own secretions blending and puddling seethingly with his, an almost frantic convulsion of bliss momentarily overtaking her again ... just before she fainted ... !
Chapter 13
The newspaper reports following the triple slaying at the Norman Heights Condominium carried strong overtones of purported sex orgies, but the residents of the establishment claimed the stories ridiculous, even threatening lawsuits unless such slanderous accusations were rectified by the authorities and accordingly, such corrections published in the local and state news media.
Mrs. Claire Norman, common-law widow to Mr. Joseph Norman, one of the gunned-down men, informed police, the news-story said, she was of the opinion that the shootings were gangland reprisals, and that her deceased husband was thought to have such affiliations. Mrs. Norman was named as sole heir to her husband's sizeable fortune and maintained that she would continue to operate the condominium, ". . .just as Joe would want me to do...."
Nick smiled to himself as he read the accounts. He was still tired from their lightning plane trip to Miami, but the soft white sand and the warm Florida sunshine was doing miraculous things for him, just as it was obviously doing for the beautiful blond-haired girl in the mini bikini who slept beside him. He looked down between them to where she clung tightly to his hand and his smile broadened. She was a clever one, this Avis Glass Chambers . .. clever, lovely, and dramatically improved in bed . . . although for the life of her, she insisted that she didn't know why, and he had chosen to let it rest that way.
She had remembered nothing of that horrible night following her lapse into clifnactic unconsciousness, she persisted emphatically, and he wasn't about to question her veracity. He'd already learned the fruits of cutting off one's nose to spite his face . .. and he didn't intend to lose her again.
Once more, he glanced at the newspaper and smiled to himself as Avis stirred, made a little moaning sound, then twisted onto her side, her full, satiny, left breast nearly tumbling completely exposed from the tiny halter, and he reached over, gently tucking it back inside while a faint smile crept over her lush, pretty mouth.
"Thank you, Darling," she whispered, slipping immediately back into sleep.
He returned to his paper and let his keen eyes search out the lines he wanted to re-read, feeling her clutching at his hand confidently: ". . . However, police are still baffled by a note they feel the killer must have left behind. It had been written on the typewriter in Norman's office, the murder room, and read: BELYAL WAS HERE.' No one at the condominium could.
