The United States, with three long coast lines on which are located several important deep water ports, where cargo ships of all registrations discharge a continuous stream of goods, have been the scenes of looting so tremendous in scope that it has been almost impossible to calculate the losses.
On a smaller scale, but nonetheless, important are the hijackings that take place from trucks, the veins and capillaries of our great transportation systems, considering that ship transportation could represent the main arteries. These thefts range from a few boxes of crab meat to whole truck loads of electronic equipment, and the loss to insurance companies numbers in the millions. Of course, it is the American public who pays for this pilferage in higher prices for goods and increased insurance premiums.
Everyone has goals. Commendably, the honest person reaches his goals through hard work, but what of the dishonest person, the one whose greed leads him to excesses in reaching his goals? Specifically, what of the person, who has reached a measure of success, is president of his own transportation company, then stoops to loot his own trucks, to which have been entrusted the goods of others? Nick Redel is driven to this ... to support the demands not of a grasping wife ... but of a beautiful mistress.
In The Trucker's Wife, F. T. Hemmingway has told a chilling story of how it is, when greed and lust drive people to excesses of sex and thievery.
But, painfully, their web of intrigue reaches out to entrap the innocent and unwary. Bob and Alice Cook are the victims of just such evil machinations, and they, too, are tempted.
No man or woman is all of one piece ... all innocence or all evil ... and in The Trucker's Wife, we at Tiburon House are happy to present a novel fraught with critical insights into the real humanity of people, who live their lives according to their best instincts or a situational ethic shaped and created on the spot to handle new and strange experiences. These are live, flesh and blood people. They are living lives that are uniquely American ... tempted and pulled this way and that! Before a reader should judge them ... try putting yourself in their place. What would you do? How would you react? In the final analysis it is up to you to decide whether these people presented to you in The Trucker's Wife did the right thing ... or the wrong thing!
CHAPTER ONE
The well-stacked redhead was shoving some folders into the top drawer of a filing cabinet, when Bob Cook pushed through the door to the outer office of The Big Red "L" Trucking Company. Her back was toward him, and his eyes appraised her figure carefully, hoping that when she turned around her front would be just as perfectly formed. Quickly, his eyes swept over her supple curves, and he decided he liked what he saw, as his eyes lingered on the smooth, nylon-clad taper of about ten inches of fabulous thighs showing below the hem of her miniskirt.
Turning around, she flashed him her professional secretary's smile, satisfying Bob that she was, indeed, something special. Beneath her blouse, twin mounds of her full ripe breasts pushed outward, straining to be released from their cloth-covered prison. Above a sensuous, full mouth and a delicate, straight nose, green eyes looked out at him with good humor, as she noted his male penchant for undressing women with his eyes.
"Yes...?" Her voice was a low, throaty contralto.
"I saw your ad in The Times, "he said, "for a driver ... and I'd like to apply. Is the boss in...:
It was Geneva Barton's turn to look him over. He was dressed in clean but worn jeans ... and he was young, hungry for a job. His slightly longish black hair was combed neatly, and his level, wide-spaced eyes, liquid brown under rather heavy black eyebrows, looked out at her with frank admiration. She sat down at her desk, delved into a lower drawer and handed him an application form. "If you'll fill this out ... I'll see that Mr. Redel gets it," Geneva said with crisp efficiency.
"Okay ... but is the boss ... Mr. Redel ... in? Can I get to see him?"
"I'll ask him ... but he's talking to someone else ... right now," she assured him. "You can use that chair ... and the corner of my desk ... Mr...?"
"Oh, Cook...Bob Cook's my name." He took the application form from her and produced a ball point pen. Dragging up the folding chair he began filling out the blanks, too conscious of her nearness. She was an exciting woman, he decided ... and damned sexy! He found it hard to concentrate.
"Are you experienced ... as a driver...?" she asked. Somehow, he heard two questions there in her low voice.
"Yeah ... I've had experience," he answered carefully. "I've been driving for three years ... except for the last three months, since things have been so tight ... and the dock strike sort of fouled things up!"
"How about long haul...?"
"No ... I've just now turned twenty-five ... so I can do that, now ... and that's what I'd like to get ... if I can. Do you know whether Mr. Redel has any openings on long haul work?"
He remembered seeing a couple of fairly new trucks, Peterbilt conventionals with sleepers, as he'd walked through the truck yard to the office, where he was now. "I can handle either singles or doubles ... and almost any kind of transmission that's made...." he went on.
"Why don't you tell Mr. Redel all about that ... when you see him?" Geneva suggested.
"You mean I will get to see him, then ... today...?"
"I'll see...." She arose and went through the door into the inner office. Bob couldn't help following her retreating figure with salacious eyes. Only after the connecting door closed behind her, did he go back to writing in the information requested: Former Employer? How long there? Reason for leaving former employ? This was the fourth such form he had filled out, today, and it had been damned discouraging!
"God damn it, Matt ... it's too risky ... and too damned soon!" Nick Redel objected vehemently, then swung his head around to glare at Geneva Barton, momentarily, startled by her interruption. "Yes...? What is it, Doll...?" he queried, his voice softer, a little smile beginning to play on his lips under the full moustache, remembering that tonight and for two nights more, he'd be with her ... alone. Christ! It's the damned waiting ... that's bad! As far as Elizabeth Redel knew ... Nick would be on a three-day business trip to San Francisco. He didn't have to go through all that crap, because he was pretty sure his wife knew where he'd be: Apartment 23-B, Palm Garden Court, out on Winchester Way. Hell! She even knows the telephone number!...But, he played the game of pretending to be, off on business trips.. .just to please Elizabeth. It made it easier to tell the gossipy neighbors, saving her from having to make up a covering story. Well ... that was all right ... but someday...
I'll stop playing games ... and just walk the hell out of there!
"Nick, there's a driver out there ... filling in an application," she said cautiously, "and I think maybe he's exactly the kind of man you're looking for...."
"What makes you think so, Geneva?" Nick questioned.
"He's young and needs a job. Says he hasn't worked for three months," Geneva told him, conscious of Matt Lyman's eyes devouring her.
"You think I ought to see him...?" He shot a questioning look at Matt, at the same rime, and couldn't help seeing the raw lust in the other man's eyes. It bothered him ... but he knew that Matt knew better. The big, powerfully muscled man, who was Nick's lead driver and confidant, wouldn't dare to move in on Geneva ... or would he? Redel made a mental note to warn the man off ... again.
"Yes, I do, Nick!" Geneva recommended.
"Matt...?"
"Hell ... you're the boss! Whatever Geneva says is okay!" Matt rumbled, taking his eyes off of her reluctantly and swinging around to look at Nick with innocent blandness.
"Okay! Tell him I'll talk to him ... and see how well he drives," Nick agreed, smiling up at his mistress, crow's feet crinkling around his hazel eyes, as he saw her naked in his arms ... tonight! Christ! Why couldn't he have married a woman . ... like her ... a long time ago...? He watched her turn and go through the door to the outer office, his eyes undressing her and his penis, below, throbbing to erection and struggling to escape the confines of his pants. When he thought about Elizabeth-which he didn't very often he wondered how it was that people made mistakes ... terrible mistakes in choosing a mate, then when they knew it was wrong ... that they were not right for each other ... they couldn't or wouldn't correct it. Damn! When I think about all those wasted years...And ... in three months I'll be fifty years old! Fifty!...And half my life wasted ... with a woman who never loved me! Hell! All she's interested in is money!
The door closed. Nick Redell and Matt Lyman were alone, again. The truck-line owner swung around to face his lead driver, looking at him silently for a moment. "Maybe this guy's it!" he said finally.
"Could be...." Matt was non-committal.
"...And, maybe we could move a little sooner...."
"Yeah ... that'd be good!" Matt agreed, hitching his powerful body up in his chair. He arose, ready to leave. "I'm going to move that Freightliner over to the garage ... and get the mechanics started on that brake job." He headed for the connecting door to the outer office.
Nick stopped him. "Go out the back way, Matt. The less that guy out there sees of you ... the better!"
"Oh, yeah ... okay...." Lyman agreed and changed direction.
"...And, Matt!" Nick's voice was soft, deadly ... meaningful. "Just a reminder ... that Geneva's all staked out! I wouldn't want you to get any ideas ... about her!"
"Oh, sure! Hell ... I'm not that kind of a guy, Nick!"
"I know you're not, Matt ... and let's keep it that way!" Nick grated. "...Because ... otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this ... if it wasn't for her! She means a lot to me!"
"Sure, Nick ... I understand!" The hulk of his body disappeared through the rear door of Nick Redel's office.
Staring thoughtfully at the closed door, he wondered: Where the hell does it stop, though? I seem to be in so far, now ... there's no way to back out! Well, hell ... he'd have to go through with it ... but he regretted the day he'd taken Matt Lyman into his confidence. Things had only gotten worse, since the ex-convict had had a hand in things. There had been more violence ... and the increased frequency of their highly illegal operations sent Nick into cold sweats with the fear that any day it would all come to a grinding halt ... when they took him away, wearing a pair of handcuffs. Christ! I just don't know what to do ... how to get Matt out of it ... unless I put a bullet in his head! ... Of course Redel knew he wouldn't do something like that! Whatever else he was ... he wasn't a murderer! Wearily, he punched the talk button on his intercom and said, "Geneva ... send that guy in ... that's looking for a job."
* * *
Bob Cook was both happy and very, very nervous. Mr. Redel, the boss, himself, was going to give him a check ride, so he was thorough, checking the truck rig, a single, to make sure everything was in working order. It was a Peterbilt conventional, which Bob preferred over the cab-overs, and he guessed that it had a Jimmy 318 under the long hood. As he started the big Deisel engine, he grunted with satisfaction. The transmission was a Road Ranger, a real snap to drive. He had already checked the running lights and tire inflation, along with the air-hose connections to the forty foot box perched on the fifth wheel. Now, he watched the air pressure to make sure it was holding steady at 70 pounds, then he tested the trolley brakes, the tractor brakes and the maxi-brake. Everything was in order, and after a reasonable warm-up of the engine, he asked, "Where do you want me to go, Mr. Redel...?"
Nick countered with a question of his own, "Are you sure you're ready to go...?"
"Yes ... I think so...." Bob was a little unsure, now. He racked his memory for anything he had overlooked....But hell ... I haven't been in a truck cab for three months! What did I forget...?
Reaching over to the dash panel, Nick flipped a switch. "You forgot to put on the Jake brake, Bob!" he said. "Those damned things cost a lot of money ... but I put them on my trucks for the extra safety ... and I expect my drivers to use them!"
"I'm sorry...." Bob began.
"Don't be.. .just be right!" Nick grunted, cutting in on him. "Now ... take her on out of the yard, following Redel's directions. Before they returned to the yard, he had backed, parked, threaded his way through narrow streets and opened it up on the freeway. He needn't have worried about forgetting to engage the Jacob's engine brake; that was the only thing Nick faulted him on, as he passed the driving test with flying colors. "Come in tomorrow morning at eight ... and I'll send you out on some locals ... with another driver ... okay ....?"
"All right.. . " Bob agreed. "Ell be here!" Then somewhat hesitantly, he asked, "How long ... would it be ... before I could get on long haul work?"
"That depends on you! I'd like to see what you can do on the locals ... before I send you out on the long ones." Nick told him.
"Okay! That's fair enough! Just so I can get a crack at something better...."
* * *
Bob was elated. He had begun to think he'd never get another truck-driving job. Alice'll be glad too! Now, she can get out from behind that damned cash register ... and stop supporting me! It had been humiliating to him, when Alice had had to take a job as a check-out clerk, again. As Alice had pointed out: Either that ... or they would have had to apply for welfare! Christ! He wouldn't ever do that! I couldn't take a hand-out! Why ... I couldn't live with myself ... if I had to do that!
Leaving the yard of The Big Red "L" Trucking Company, Bob Cook drove along the streets toward the freeway and home. Just short of the freeway, he spotted a chain coffee shop and decided on the spur of the moment to drop in for a piece of pie and cup of coffee, a simple pleasure he hadn't been able to indulge for the last three months. Now, he'd use the few coins he had, for a moment of relaxation, since he didn't have to pick Alice up at the super-market for another hour. Anyway ... now that I'll be working, again ... and bringing in a pay-check ... we can start to live ... like people...
There was no reason Bob would have noticed the Dodge Dart that was trailing after his Volkswagen. That only happens in TV detective series ... but it was a fact; the driver of the Dodge was very intent, concentrating on not losing sight of Bob's little, red car.
Soon after he had given his order to the petite, mini-skirted waitress and was idly watching her rear-twitching walk-away to get his pie and coffee, a tall, rangy blonde-haired man eased into the stool next to Bob. His brown eyes picked up the waitress' legs, too, then swiveling around, he said amiably, "Nice legs...."
"Yeah...." Bob agreed. "Nice...."
"I've been following you ... ever since you left Redel's office...." The blonde man said casually.
"Oh...? You a cop ... or something...?"
"...Or something! My name's Rod ... Rod Cable ... and I work for The Great American Insurance Company...."
"I wouldn't be interested ... in any life insurance!" Bob said, turning away.
"I don't sell insurance! I investigate claims!" Rod explained.
"What's that got to do with me...?"
"Nothing ... yet!" the insurance investigator said cautiously. "I saw you leave with Nick Redel ... for a test drive. Did he hire you...?"
"Why ... yes ... he did! I start in the morning!" Bob was interested and curious, now. "Why . . '. ? '"
"Local ... or long haul...?"
"Local ... for awhile. Mr. Redel said I'd get a chance at long-haul work ... later on," Bob answered, then asked, "What are all these questions about...?"
The waitress was there with Bob's cherry pie and cup of coffee. Rod Cable answered her query with, "Just coffee, please." Then, they both watched her walk away down to the end of the counter.
Carefully, Rod Cable phrased his statement, feeling his way, "I'm working on a case ... that involves the loss of insured cargoes from Big Red "L" trucks ... over the last year."
"I don't get it. What's that got to do with me? I'm just starting tomorrow morning ... and...."
"You're right! It's got nothing to do with you ... except you're the newest driver ... and I think you might be able to help us!"
"Help you? How...."
"We need somebody ... on the inside, who can get information on how those cargoes are being hijacked ... and who's doing it!" Rod explained.
"Not me! I'm no detective...! "
"You don't have to be...Bob! All you have to do is keep your eyes and ears open ... then report to me!"
"How'd you know my name? I didn't tell you!"
"We checked out your license plates: Robert A. Cook, 122 West Lake Boulevard ... right...?" Cable recited. "The important thing is ... will you do it...?"
"Christ! I don't know ... it seems like it'd be risky ... maybe even pretty damned dangerous!" Bob hedged.
"It could be ... but my bosses would treat you right! There'd be some extra money in it for you! As a matter-of-fact ... if you decide to help us ... we'd like you to come down and talk about it, first." The insurance investigator wrote down a Wilshire Boulevard address on the back of a business card. "Suite 15...." he added. "Tomorrow ... if possible!"
"It'd have to be after work ... and I'll have to think about it! I've got a wife ... and...."
"I understand, Bob ... and so will my boss, if you decide not to...." Rod told him. "The only thing I will ask ... if you decide you don't want to stick your neck out ... is don't tell anybody that I talked to you! Understand?"
"Okay! You won't have to worry!" He took the card and tucked it into his shirt pocket.
Rod gulped the last of his coffee, unfolded himself from the counter stool and said, "I'll be seeing you ... I hope...." Long-legged strides took him to the cashier where he paid both checks.
Finishing up his pie and coffee, Bob felt a growing excitement, mixed with a good, healthy fear. Hell! Something like that's just too damned dangerous ... but we do need some extra money! Maybe it'd be worth it ... too, to be in on helping clean out a bunch of crooks! One thing though ... I'll have to do it ... without telling Alice! She'd worry too much!
CHAPTER TWO
No sooner were they inside the door of their modest, rented house, than Bob Cook reached for and enfolded his wife, Alice, in his arms, pressing her close and dropping his avid mouth to hers to kiss her with jubilant passion. His tongue lashed out to snake into her mouth, tasting the fresh sweetness of her, while below, his penis throbbed to erection. He ground his pelvis up against her abdomen suggestively, letting her feel its jerking growth, as his hands kneaded and massaged the twin mounds of her buttocks. He reveled in the soft, resilient feel of them, under his palms ... and he wanted her, right then!
After a few moments, he pulled his head back and said, "Let's celebrate ... right now! I want to take you to bed ... and...."
Her light blue eyes, wide-spaced over a dainty, turned-up nose, danced merrily. She was as happy as Bob about his getting a job, finally; it meant she could stop working ... and maybe they could start thinking about the baby they both wanted ... as soon as some of their debts were cleared up. "Right now...Bob...? Can't we wait...? I feel so icky and sweaty! I want to get this uniform off and take a good hot bath ... then I'll fix supper! After that ... we can have some fun ... if you want to ... okay...?"
It wasn't okay, with him, really! Damn! How many times has she put me off ... like this? He'd have liked for her to be spontaneous ... just once ... instead of postponing it ... making their sex a planned ... almost programmed activity. To him, it seemed sort of cold-blooded ... almost mechanical, and he disliked the prospect of having to wait ... again ... especially right now!
"Hell! Supper can wait ... and so can your bath! I'm hot for you ... right now ... and I want to show you ... how much I love you!"
There is a certain and very real emasculating effect that burrows into a man, Bob thought, almost like an insidious disease, when he is forced to rely on his wife ... for support. He is screamingly helpless to do anything about it. His own self-image is distorted, his manhood threatened ... and that's why he wanted to fuck his wife right then. He had to assert himself ... as a man ... a man who has regained a measure of pride in himself, again.
Alice saw the deep emotion in his eyes. She loved him, also ... very much ... and very deeply ... but she had never been able to understand his spur-of-the-moment urges for sexual intercourse at the most inappropriate times ... like right now. Why can't he control himself...? It's almost like a little boy ... who wants a toy ... right now!
"I do know ... how much you love me, darling.. . " she murmured, "and I love you ... too ... but don't you understand that I need some time ... for myself...."
The bottom dropped out of his little plan to take his wife to bed ... just as soon as he got her home. He'd promised himself that he'd do it. He needed to do it ... although he wouldn't have been able to articulate a reason for it. Hell! I've got to fuck her ... right now! Of course ... he could have grabbed her, carried her off to the bedroom and forced her to do it ... but what the hell good would that do? It would only have made things worse. Anyway, he'd done that once ... and it had almost ended their marriage. There was no point in risking that, again.
"All right ... God damn it! I'll wait ... if I have to ... but I wanted to make something out of getting my new job...." he sulked, releasing her and flinging himself into an overstuffed chair.
Alice looked down at him, then with a forced, little smile, said, "I'm glad you've got the kind of job you want, darling ... don't you know that...? If I didn't say so ... before ... I'm sorry...."
"Yeah ... okay! You're glad! You're sorry! Now that I've got a job ... you can quit yours ... and I feel like having something to drink!"
"We don't have anything...Bob...."
"Well ... give me a five . '. . and I'll go out and get a bottle!"
That bothered her. "Do you think we should spend the money ... darling?" she questioned.
"Look, Alice! I've got a job, now! If I want to buy some booze ... that's what I want ... and I'm God damned tired of having to ask you for money!" he shot back with exasperation, his frustration bearing down hard on him. "Now ... give me the fucking money ... before I really lose my temper!"
Bob's language jarred her; it always had, but as she saw the boiling anger in him, she decided to overlook it. Somehow, she, too, knew that his forced inactivity, the lack of a job, for such a long time, had taken its toll of him, so even though she was sure that they shouldn't be spending the money ... especially for whiskey, at that time, she silently picked up her purse, fished out a ten dollar bill and handed it to her husband.
Taking the money from her, Bob stuffed the bill carelessly into his shirt pocket and mumbled a meaningless, "Thanks...." Then he got out of the chair and left the house.
Alice watched him go, heard the car door slam ... then the roar of the little car's engine, as he started it. Hurtling the car backward down the driveway, she heard him gain the street and race away.
It made her sad to see Bob so moody and sulky. He had very seldom been that way, before he had lost his last job ... but as the months had worn on ... he had become increasingly irritable and jumpy ... taking offense at the slightest thing she had said ... or done. Basically, she knew that it all revolved around the fact that she was working ... and Bob wasn't. It was an exchange of roles that he couldn't tolerate ... yet the only solution had seemed to be her taking the check-out job at the market. Maybe I shouldn't have put him off ... just now ... but I can't seem to ... get turned on ... just like that ... and go to bed ... anytime he happens to want it.
Later, as she stepped out of the shower feeling relaxed and clean and began toweling herself dry, she saw the reflection of her naked body in the steamed-up, full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Impulsively, she grabbed some tissue and wiped the mirror, then standing back, Alice looked at her body critically, from head to toe. Golden blonde hair, cut in a clinging feather, framed her oval face with its peaches and cream complexion. Wide-set blue eyes, honest and trusting flanked a little turned-up nose. Her lips were full, sensuous, and she had good, straight teeth. Below, her long neck blended into soft, sloping shoulders; her arms were round and smoothly firm. Then she examined her breasts. They were placed high on her chest, the satiny mounds of them close together, so that there was only a tiny, narrow valley separating them. Cupping her breasts, she felt their soft pliancy and noted that her nipples were elongating slightly, the areolas crinkling up prettily at their bases. Yes! Her breasts were lovely. Bob never seems to get enough of petting them and kissing them. I just wish I knew why ... I don't get anything out of it ... but a little tingle, now and then...
Then, she noticed the slight, bluish-purple bruises that showed just under the creamy, lustrous skin of her generous breasts. Bob had dug his fingers in so hard, the night before, as he had mauled her in the urgency of his passion, that he had actually hurt her ... and she hadn't known the bruises were there until just now. They didn't hurt particularly, but tears brimmed to her eyes, as she saw the ugly blemishes on both of her otherwise cream-like breasts. God! Why does he have to be so ... so much like an animal...?
Somehow, she decided, the real, true and deep meaning of sex had escaped her, and she wondered whether she would ever be the kind of wife, Bob wanted. He's always wanting to do it ... it seems like ... and the way he comes after me ... with that sexy look in his eyes ... it scares me ... half to death!
Ruefully, then, she had to admit it to herself ... as she faced it honestly. I don't get that much out of it ... anyway not like Bob expects I should ... and I get the idea that I disappoint him ... about half the time...But, she didn't know what to do, to make it better for them. Heavens knew she did everything she could to be a good wife ... but there were some things she just couldn't bring herself to do ... like letting Bob use his mouth on me ... down there ... and wanting me to do the same thing to him! Ugh!
She knew it didn't make good sense; after all, she knew that people did do such things ... but even if she could accept the fact of its existence, it just wasn't for her. The whole thing was wrong! That was the way she was brought up. Sex was a necessary part of marriage ... and she could go along with that....But, when it comes to doing those filthy things ... Well! I just have to draw the line! I just wish that Bob could understand that ... and not keep pushing at me...!
The front door opened and closed, and she guessed that Bob was back from the liquor store. Hurriedly, then, she finished drying herself, shrugged on her robe and went into the bedroom to dress, half-fearful that her husband might come in ... see her naked ... and ... and want to fuck, as he called it.
Quickly, she dressed, then spent a few moments brushing her slightly damp hair into place, before going out to the kitchen to start supper. She was tired ... but tonight, there was a little warning light flashing in her mind's eye that told her it wouldn't be wise to ask her husband to help with fixing their supper. Not now! ... Now that he's got a job ... it'd be the wrong thing to do! Actually, she'd shied away from asking Bob to help around the house ... as much as possible ... because she didn't want him to feel put upon....After all ... he's a man ... with all the pride that goes with being a man ... and I wouldn't want to humiliate him ... any more! It's not his fault he hasn't been able to get a job! There're just no jobs to be had!...But, of necessity there had been many times during the last three months when she had had to ask Bob to help with some of the household chores. He had done them, but there was that resentment, bordering on open hostility, that had been there in his actions, his attitude. No! Tonight definitely wasn't a time to ask her husband's help. He was already in an ugly mood because she'd put him off ... and if he got very much to drink, on top of it ... there'd be no telling what might happen...
Fully dressed now, Alice left the bedroom and, passing through the living room, to get to the kitchen, she noted that Bob, drink in hand, was absorbed in some sort of detective thriller on their little, portable television set. She knew he was still sulking....But, maybe ... if I can whip up a tasty supper ... it'll help to simmer him down a little...
She busied herself in the kitchen, going about her task cheerfully and trying not to worry about their problems, which she knew were deeper than just the financial difficulties they had been experiencing. Alice was a good cook. She could make a savory meal out of almost nothing, and Bob, she knew, did truly appreciate her skills in the kitchen. I learned it all from my mom ... She was a good cook ... and she made sure that I learned all of her little tricks.
Of course, Alice had learned other things from her mother, ... and she didn't realize how profoundly her mother's Victorian attitudes had affected her ... too!
The meal was ready. She had prepared a short-cut, one-dish meal of Chinese pepper steak, in a skillet, and as she finished setting the dinette table in the alcove off the kitchen, she called Bob, "Everything's ready to eat, darling."
"Yeah...." he grunted, "just as soon's this's finished."
It was another ten minutes before he came and sat down. The food had cooled, somewhat, and she knew that he was still sulking.
They ate. Alice picked at her food, eating sparingly, but her husband wolfed his down, almost not tasting it. She wasn't sure how many drinks he had downed, but his actions and his slightly slurred speech indicated he'd drunk two or three tall ones already.
"Did you like the pepper steak...?" she asked.
"Yeah ... it was all right ... I guess...." He was noncommittal.
He finished his plate of food, looked over at her and grunted, "Now ... I'll have some dessert ... a nice piece of ass ... that I've been waiting for ... for over an hour and a half!"
Half-heartedly, Alice arose quickly and picked up some of the dirty dishes, attempting to move toward the sink with them. "I've got these dirty dishes to do...." she began.
"To hell with the dishes! You can do those later!" Bob grated. "We're going to go to bed ... now ... and we're going to fuck ... now ... not two hours from now!
In two steps he reached her, capturing her solidly in his arms and holding her immobile.
The dishes tumbled from her hands back to the table top with a clatter and crash, breaking a plate, and just before his lips crushed hers she offered a complaint about the broken dish. "Oh, that plate ... it's broken...."
"To hell with it!"
He kissed her long and hard, his tongue snaking out to invade the warm, moist cavern of her mouth ... while his hands were busy exploring the womanly curves of her supple body, kneading and caressing, attempting to tell her of his great need to mount her ... dominate her and assert his male authority as breadwinner and protector. It was all of that ... and more, of course; he loved her, but right now, he couldn't be gentle and tender. All of his pent-up frustrations were ready to burst inside him.
His fingers searched for the zipper tab at the back of her dress. She heard the swishing sigh of the metal-toothed zipper as he lowered it, then in the next moment, he had released her only enough to pull the short sleeves over her arms and push the dress down over her hips. It fell in a swirl down around her ankles, and she was standing there with only panties and brassiere to cover her nakedness.
As she felt her dress slide down over the curved swell of her hips, Alice made a futile grab to maintain her modesty. Oh, no! Not right here ... in the kitchen! "Please ... darling?" she whispered pleadingly. "The neighbors ... might.. . "
"The neighbors can go to hell, too!" he told her vehemently, dipping his hands under the tight elastic waistband of her wispy panties to fondle a smoothly rounded buttock-cheek in either hand, his fingers kneading the softly resilient flesh with cruel force.
Placing her hands against her husband's chest, she tried to free herself. "There're children ... in the neighborhood ... and they might see us! Please ... don't, Bob?"
"Look, damn it! This's our house ... and what we do in it's our business. If somebody's peeping ... that's their problem!"
With a deft, quick movement, Bob pushed his wife's panties down over her curvaceous hips, the see-through, nylon garment joining her dress at her ankles. "Anyway," he went on, "kids nowadays know as much about sex ... as we do!"
"...But ... we ought to be in the bedroom ... if you're set on...."
"Fucking you...?" he finished. "Damned right I am ... and we'll go in and use the bed ... after I get you stripped naked!"
The clasp of her brassiere occupied his attention for only a moment. He pulled it off over her arms and flung it to the back of her chair, leaving her standing, lovely in her nakedness and shame, in her kitchen, leaning into his arms, pliant and unresisting, because she knew, now, there was no more postponement.
Her face flushed with shame and humiliation, and she wanted to complain. Before the words could be formed, she bit them back, deciding that nothing she said, now, would make any difference. Bob had only one thing in mind...
Swiftly, then, he swept her up in his strong arms, lifting her lithe young body easily, and carried her from the kitchen, through the living room and into the bedroom, leaving a trail of her clothing behind them, as they fell from her feet.
Alice found herself being deposited on their bed, and there was a certain excitement ... even a thrilling romantic tingle was there, in the masterful way he had done it. She felt the tiny buds of her nipples growing to elongated cones of sensitive flesh, their areolas drawing up in little wrinkles around their bases ... while down below, the moistness exuding from her vagina coupled with that glowing warmth in her belly, told her that she was fast becoming aroused. It was probably because of the naughtiness of being undressed in some other place besides the bathroom ... or the bedroom, she decided...And Bob's got such a one-track mind ... it seems like ... when it comes to wanting to make love! Then, too ... the knowledge that he wanted her was there working inside her ... fermenting, until now ... the time had arrived ... and she was more ready than she had imagined.
With an urgency born of his raw sex need, her husband stepped back from the bed and began tearing off his own clothing. Frantically, he stripped himself, clawing the garments from his and tossing them carelessly to the floor in a flurry of swift movements.
Watching Bob undress, Alice admired her husband's strong, rippling-muscled body ... and as his shorts came off, freeing his fully hardened penis to her gaze, she felt an extra tingle of arousal surge through her. She saw it standing out, hard and throbbing with his heart beat, the shaft laced with bluish veins that ribbed out along its massive length. God! ft scares me ... every time I see it! ... Yet, she knew, he could bury all of it deep up into her vaginal passage...But I don't know how ... it seems so huge ... almost too big to go into me , . . there!
Then, her husband was down on the bed, beside her, his hand reaching out to grasp a full, satin-smooth breast with strong fingers. He kneaded and massaged roughly at its pliant softness, feeling it gently yielding under his palm, and the hard, erect nipple of it spiked out against the skin of his hand.
Huskily, he told her, "I need this...Alice! I need it ... bad!"
"Please ... darling ... you're hurting me!" she complained.
His lips stopped her. Deep into her mouth he lashed his tongue searchingly, tasting and savoring the sweet warmth of her oral cavern, as his hand moved away from her breast, his hard palm moving downward caressingly across her flat, white belly, until it came to rest on the golden, softly curling hair of her pubic triangle. His middle finger searched lewdly there, for a moment, but he couldn't go any farther. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, stopping him from slipping a finger into the hidden furrow of her pussy, where her clitoris was hidden in its secret canopy of flesh.
Twisting her mouth aside, Alice gasped, "Wait, Bob ... give me a little time to...."
He cut her off with, "Open your legs up, God damn it! I want to get at your cunt!"
"You're rushing me ... darling!"
"Hell yes, I'm rushing you!" Bob grunted. "I've got an aching cock ... that's just crying to get into you ... so open up!"
She obeyed. Reluctantly, she relaxed the muscles of her smoothly tapered, milk-white thighs ... and instantly, snake-like, her husband's hand slid down over the golden curls of her pubic hair, between her legs, cupping the whole of her naked pussy in his hand and pressing it up tight, as he kneaded it caressingly.
Then rhythmically he began to slide his hand up and down in a massaging motion. After a few moments, he detected a tiny, reciprocal undulation of her hips up against his stimulating hand.
. , . And then, his middle finger was in the narrow slit of her trembling cunt, moving in the tenderness of her secret, pink flesh insistently, searching for the tiny, hidden bud of her clitoris in the fleshy folds, fringed lightly with the spun gold of her pubic hair. He found it, but its short length was only semi-hardened, as it lay there unresponding to his teasing finger. Then, more frantically, he rubbed at it. Christ! She's only about half ready!
He knew what she needed....And, this time, damn it ... I'm going to get the job done! Purposefully, his body slithered downward, his mouth trailing wet kisses over the white plane of her belly, pausing only momentarily at the shallow depression of her navel, where his tongue dipped into it tauntingly.
Alice had felt a slow-building fire in her loins, as her husband's hand stimulated her not-quite-ready clitoris. It was there; it just needed a little more time to be fanned into a full-blown flame of passion. Oh, God ... if he just wouldn't try to rush me into it ... so fast!
Puzzled, she looked down to see his tongue dipping into her navel. It made her feel all tingly ... and then as his mouth moved on downward ... toward the golden-haired triangle at the fork of her thighs, she knew what it was he intended to do! Not that! Oh, No! God no!
Using the great strength of his arms, Bob Cook levered his wife's trembling thighs apart and shifted his body to kneel between them.
Wide-eyed, Alice watched him, as his head began to drop down toward her nakedly exposed cunt. She was frozen with horror momentarily. My God! He's really going ... to do it!...But, she couldn't let him! "No!" she cried. "Don't do that...Bob! Please ... don't!"
He wasn't going to stop ... not now! She can object all she wants to! The hell of it is ... she doesn't know what she's missing! Then, his mouth was there, hanging just over her fear-cringing cunt, and he could see the viscous moisture that bedewed the inner, coral-pink lips. His mouth dropped the final inch, his tongue licking out to shoot straight into the moist warmth of her cuntal opening.
The electric contact of his tongue with her shamefully exposed vaginal entrance galvanized her into action. She couldn't let him do that filthy thing to her ... even if he was her husband! Again she gasped, "No! I can't let you ... do that ... to me!" At the same time, she clawed at his head, her fingers grabbing handfuls of his hair, as she tried to keep him from nuzzling so obscenely into her loins. Her hips heaved, and with super-human effort, Alice flipped her body over half-way, attempting to turn herself to her stomach.
Surprised by her sudden move, Bob was forced to withdraw his head. He leaned back and glared down at her. "What the hell ... you trying to do!? " he roared, reaching up to disentangle her fingers from his hair.
Instantly, she took advantage of the situation; as she let go of his hair, she turned the rest of the way over, to lie prone. "I told you," Alice groaned, "never to do that to me!"
"I know!...But, you don't even know what it's like! You think it's dirty . . .just because some old fuddy-duddy said it was!"
"I can't help ... the way ... I feel...! " she sobbed into the crook of her arm.
"Okay ... God damn it! You got away from me this time ... but don't think I won't try again!" Bob grunted, gazing down at her back, seeing the tempting twin mounds of her buttocks rising satiny-white and smooth above the bedsheets. Christ! I've got to fuck her ... whether she's ready ... or not!
"Get up on your knees!" he ordered. "I'm going to fuck you from the back ... dog fashion!"
Alice didn't respond. God! That's repulsive ... too! "Just a minute ... darling ... and I'll turn over ... so you can put it in ... the regular way!"
"No! I told you to get up on your knees ... and that's what I want!" he roared.
"No ... please...Bob...?"
CRACK!
Angrily, Bob's open-handed slap slashed down across her unprotected buttocks. "On your knees!"
"OOooh!" she cried, with the sharp, unexpected pain of his slap, as she looked back at him accusingly. "You hit me!"
"You're God damned right I did! Do you want some more of the same?"
"Oh, God, no ... darling!"
"Do as I told you then!"
She saw the raging anger and frustration in his face and quickly obeyed her husband, heaving herself up on hands and knees, with her backside waggling lewdly in the air behind her, and almost expecting another slap. Her buttocks tingled where his hand had smacked her ... and there was a tiny glow of further arousal she couldn't understand. It was the first time Bob had ever struck her and tears brimmed her eyes to drop down to the sheet beneath her face.
Knee-walking in behind her, his massively hardened cock throbbing with anticipation, Bob gripped his wife's hips and hauled her back toward him. "Now, reach back and put it in!" he grated commandingly.
She did it. Her hand came slowly back between the silky smoothness of her roundly tapering thighs, gripped the pulsing shaft of his cock and guided it to the portal of her cuntal passage. When he saw that it was there, lined up, the blunted, blood-red cock's head nestling into her vaginal opening, he rammed ... hard.
Cruelly, her resilient flesh was stretched, as his rock-hard shaft soared deep up into her vagina, pushing tiny wavelets of sorely punished tissue ahead of it, until his pelvis slapped hard against the round white smoothness of her ass-cheeks. He grunted with the effort and felt a sadistic satisfaction in goring her as he had. Damn! It felt good!...And, right then, that's all he cared about: His own satisfaction! Hell! She made her choice ... by not letting me lick her cunt!
...Then, with insane thrusts and plunging, Bob Cook began to fuck his wife, from behind, slamming in and out of her tightly clinging cunt with a passionate fury he couldn't control. In and out, he pistoned his cunt-demanding cock, feeling it jerk expandingly, as it moved smoothly in the warm moist cylinder of her trembling pussy.
Slowly, hating the humiliation of the position in which her husband had forced her, Alice began to respond. Her hips began to move back against him, countering the jabbing punch of his cock into her slowly arousing belly. It was beginning for her, and she was thrilling to his almost rapacious assault on her defenselessly upturned genitals. Then, as ever more erotic sensations keened electrically through her, she began to feel that ... maybe ... this time, she would come to a soaring climax with him. It had happened so often before; Bob would cum ... and she wouldn't ... leaving her on the brink, aching for orgasmic release. Maybe ... we'll cum together ... this time!
Out of control, now, completely, Bob was fucking insanely into his wife's pussy, driving with long deep strokes, increasing his speed with every passing moment. His hands, hooked into the soft flesh of her hips, gripped her with force, and he was hauling her back and forth now, disregarding her own attempts to fuck back at him. He just wanted to cum ... and quickly ... shoot his sperm deep into her cunt. In so doing, she was sure that he was trying to regain something of his manhood ... his pride: Everything to do with his own self-image!
Somewhere, back behind the very root of his cunt-plumbing cock, he could feel the searing, acid-like burn of his impending ejaculation. Just a little more ... God damn it! Just ... a little ... more!
...Then ... suddenly, it was there for him. He came! The hot, viscous semen shot the length of his plundering cock's shaft to spurt from the tiny slit in its head, splashingly, far up into the moist warmth of her now wildly clasping vaginal passage.
"AAaauggh!" he grunted with satisfaction, as with one final, goring thrust he held himself rigidly in place, while his white-hot male sperm was pumped up through him. "That's it! Godddd!"
He had blasted his load of semen deep into her, and he was satisfied, beyond measure, that he had dominated his wife ... claimed his right as a man, again!...And, it was particularly satisfying to him that he had fucked her animal fashion. Somehow, it seemed appropriate ... almost as though he were putting her in her place, which meant, really, removing her as breadwinner ... a threat to his own manliness.
Holding her tight to him, he enjoyed the thrill of his pumping cock ... but she was trying to move, wanting it to go on, as her hips gyrated back against his pelvis. It was too late! His already spent penis was beginning to get soft ... and there was nothing he could do for her ... until later. Especially since she won't let me use my tongue on her!
"Oh, God...Bob! Can't you go on . . .just a little more?" his wife wailed plaintively.
"No!" he grunted. "I've cum already...."
"OOOOooooouuuggghh!" She slid down to the mattress prone, forcing his almost flaccid penis to pull out of her over-stimulated passage, and as he looked down he saw a long, moist thread of his semen still connecting them, while a final drop of the sticky life-fluid oozed from the slitted head.
He knelt there dumbly for a moment, watching her shoulders move with silent crying. Hell! There's nothing I can do! "I'm ... sorry...." he began.
"Don't talk to me ... you beast!" she spat at him.
"You wouldn't let me...."
"Leave me alone!"
"Okay ... if that's the way you want it...Alice!"
Wearily, he climbed off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Left alone on the bed, Bob's wife, stimulated beyond reason, her husband's semen puddling in her vagina, felt the full impact of her frustration. Why? Oh, God ... why? I was getting ... hot ... and it could've been good! So good!
Below, her hips ground down into the mattress. God! She wanted it! She wanted to cum! But how!? OH HOW?
She turned .to her back, and her legs automatically splayed wide. She imagined that Bob was there, between her thighs, his hard-shafted penis drubbing in and out of her needful cunt.
...But, of course, it wasn't so. She had to have something ... down there, and unconsciously her hand slid down across her abdomen, fingers searching for and finding the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris.
She knew it was wrong!...But, Oh, God! Oh, God! I've got to do ... something!
...Then, uncontrollably, her middle finger was there, rubbing and massaging ... and she couldn't stop ... wouldn't stop ... until ... until suddenly ... the bittersweet pleasure spasms coursed through her naked loins ... and ... she came!
She groaned with the onset of her orgasm. Oh, God! I ... I did it ... to myself! "AAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!" I came! I came!
Slowly, as the convulsive waves of her orgasm washed over her, she relaxed, her hand clamped tightly to her pussy ... and she lay back onto the mattress ... satisfied, at last!
CHAPTER THREE
"Yeah ... Redel's new man came into the office, tonight ... after work," Rod Cable told his wife. "That's why I was so late getting home. We filled him in on what we've got so far...."
Lisa Cable's lithe, willowy body writhed undulantly on the bed. She was starting to feel sorry that she'd asked an innocent question about her husband's work; he might want to talk about that ... to the exclusion of all else ... and right now, the way she was feeling ... well ... nothing else was as important.
...But, she had to ask one more question. "Is this ... new man ... going to help you?" she murmured, her dark, gray eyes smoldering smokily, as her naked loins undulated lewdly up to him.
"Yes ... he's willing to go along with it. We checked him out ... and he's clean ... honest as the day is long."
Slowly, carefully, his hand holding the battery-powered, bullet-shaped vibrator moved down over his wife's naked body, down until it was running delicately back and forth, in the fleshy folds of her pussy, ringed sparsely with her soft, black curling pussy hair. He knew she'd like that ... and he rubbed the oval head of the vibrating device directly on her warmly pulsing clitoris.
"Isn't it dangerous ... being an inside informer ... like that...?" Lisa asked, then gasped with instant pleasure, "Oh, that's it darling! Just like that ... right on my clit!" Her head flung from side to side, tossing her lustrous, black hair helter-skelter.
"Yeah ... he knows, and is willing to take his chances!" Rod answered, watching his wife's lovely face contort with rising passion. Damn! She'll be a clawing sex-fiend ... in a minute or two! He was glad of that. Since we've been experimenting with different ways of turning her on ... she can't get enough fucking! "...And, is he ... married...?"
"Yeah ... but why all the interest in somebody you don't know...?"
"I don't know . . .I'm intrigued ... I guess...."
"Well ... don't be!" Rod growled. "You can be intrigued with me ... because I'm just about to fuck the hell out of you!"
"...And, I'm ready for you, darling!"
Her legs splayed widely open, and her hips gyrated pleadingly. "Come on ... Rod! Fuck me! Now!
Tossing the vibrator aside, after switching it off, Rod levered himself over his wife and wedged his hips into the deep valley up between her thighs, his fully hardened and lengthy cock spearing out yearningly toward the tender dark mysteries of her cuntal slit.
As she pulled her soft, cream-colored thighs back toward her chest, Lisa reached down between them to grasp the hotly pulsing hardness of her husband's rampant penis. With a quick, deft motion, she slipped his heavy foreskin back, revealing the huge bulbous cock's head, then she dipped it straight into the moist, coral opening of her already clasping vaginal opening.
"Now!" she breathed. "NOW!".
Rod jabbed his throbbingly ready cock straight into her tender, smooth and warm cuntal passage, with all his strength.
"Oh, God, Rod ... darling ... make me cum and cum ... and cum!"
"Don't worry ... darling!"
"Fuck me ... hard ... and deep!"
He did!
...And before he finally came to a sperm-jetting climax, Rod's lovely wife, Lisa, had had three complete orgasms. Damn! I've never seen anything like it! When she starts dimming ... it just goes on and on for her! Yes! Rod Cable's wife was really turned on ... and that was just the way he liked it ... compared to the way she had been ... before...
* * *
Nick Redel was furious.
It was the third night he was spending with Geneva ... and just moments before, the telephone had rung. Geneva answered its insistent ring, then disgustedly handed him the instrument, her mouth forming the silent words, "Your wife...I"
"I'll be damned!" he grated, taking the telephone from her angrily. "Yes! What in the hell do you want ... now?"
"Nick? Nick ... honey...?" Elizabeth's whining voice came down the wire to him. "It's just awful ... and I don't know what to do!"
"What's wrong?" Nick barked.
"Well ... for one thing ... the lights are out ... and I don't know...."
"For Christ's sake ... is that all?" Nick fumed, exasperated. "If I've told you once ... I've told you a thousand times ... you've overloaded the circuits! The circuit breaker box is in the hallway! All you have to do is open it up and push the switches back up ... but make damned sure you turn off some things ... first!"
"All right ... Nick ... I guess I can do that ... but you know how deathly afraid I am of electrical things...." his wife said, her voice trembling. "...And, that's not all!" she went on, "The electric dryer isn't drying anything...! "
"Then, in the morning ... you call an appliance repairman!" Nick grated.
"Well ... I thought maybe ... you'd...."
"Like hell! I'll do nothing of the kind!"
"Nick...? Please...?"
"No! God damn it! No!"
He slammed the telephone back into its cradle viciously I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! She called me ... just to needle me ... upset me enough ... to ruin things! It's just like she was reminding me ... that I'm still married to her! His face was set in grim, angry lines, his moustache dropping in dejection with his mouth.
"What was it this time, Nick...?" Geneva asked him.
"Oh ... just some needling ... I think! It wasn't anything important!" He was trying to get himself under control ... but it was an uphill battle. Suddenly, he slammed a fist into the opposite palm and grated, "Some day ... that damned woman is going to push me too far!"
Geneva came to him and stood close, while his arms went out to embrace her thighs. He leaned his head against her abdomen, as her hands went out to run through his graying sandy hair.
"You know...." she observed, "she's getting exactly the results she wanted...."
"How's that...Baby...?"
"She's got you angry ... and she's trying to make you feel guilty."
"Okay ... I'm angry! Mad as all hell ... but as for feeling guilty ... about you ... I got over that a long time ago!" he told her. "What I ought to do ... is make a clean break ... then force her to get a divorce from me!"
"...But, didn't she say that she'd never divorce you?"
"Yeah ... but I could find a way ... I'm sure ... like maybe setting her up for some kind of frame ... then moving in with witnesses and all that crap ... but I don't think that'd work now!"
"Why not...?"
"Oh, the law's been changed here in California ... and the only cause is irreconcilable differences."
"You've got that ... haven't you...?"
"Yeah ... but you have to prove the differences exist! She could make herself out to be a saint ... in court!" He explained, then went on, "Sometimes ... I think the best thing ... would be for her to have an accident!"
Geneva was shocked. "You don't mean...?"
"It could be arranged ... you know!"
"...But ... that's ... that's murder!"
"Yeah ... that's right it is...." Nick admitted., "...But, I was just saying ... I've thought about it. That's not the same as saying I'll actually do it!"
"Thank God! I wouldn't want that to be on our consciences ... too!" Geneva meant every word of it.
"You're right, of course ... We're in so far now ... I don't know how we'll ever get out! Matt Lyman's pushing to the point ... where it seems he's almost trying to take over the whole thing!
"Can't we get rid of him!"
"No! How do you get rid of a cancer?" Nick countered. "The only way I'll get him out of the picture is ... if I put a bullet in his head!" Then, he added ruefully, "Or ... he'll put a bullet in my head ... first!"
"Oh, God ... darling ... I didn't realize ... how...."
"How much trouble we're in ... if we're caught...?" he finished. "It's big trouble ... good enough for ten years ... maybe more!"
"OOoohh . . .no!"
"Oh, yes ... but right now ... let's enjoy it while we can ... okay...?" he grinned, forcing his face to it, as his hand ran up under her skirt to capture a warm, silky-skinned, naked buttock. Hungrily, he caressed and massaged the softly pliant flesh. "This's what I'm interested in ... right now!" .
She enjoyed his lewdly exploring hand. "It's early ... yet...." she murmured. "Do you want me to do you ... right now...?"
Below, in his pants, his cock was throbbingly alert, as it lurched to instant erection, with her suggestion.
"That'd be damned nice!"
"...Then ... later ... when we go to bed ... we can have some more...?"
"You can bet on that, Baby Doll!" Nick assured her, secretly proud of his potent virility.
Hell! Nobody'd ever know I'm damned near fifty years old! I'm still fucking almost as much as I was ... when I was twenty-five! Then, remembering: Christ! Even then ... Elizabeth was bitchy ... metering out sex like it was something she wanted to save ... and I was having to hump the waitresses ... in the truck stops ... along the highway! Yes, sir ... those were the days ... Uncomplicated ... that's what they were ... when I was driving truck ... and just barely making a living! Now look where I am!
Lithe, sensuous Geneva knelt on the rug, her body coming in between his knees, as her reaching hands found his belt buckle and undid it; then, she lowered the zipper of his fly. Looking up at him impishly, her green eyes like fiery emeralds, she asked, "Nick ... I've never asked you this ... before ... but I was wondering ... did Elizabeth ... ever suck your cock ... for you...?"
"No! Damn it! She refused!" he answered truthfully, somehow painfully aware that Elizabeth had, again, intruded into his attempt to find peace ... and happiness. "...And, if you don't mind ... let's forget about that bitch! I don't want to talk about her!"
"Okay ... Nick ... I just wondered is all...."
...And, then, as Nick slid his hips forward towards the edge of the chair, her cool, soft hands were there; one of them going through the gaping fly of his shorts to cup his testicles caressingly, while the other grasped the thick length of his rock-hard cock's shaft, her tiny fingers circling its massively throbbing warmth. As always, she was surprised by it ... even though she had handled it, sucked it ... and been fucked by it both ways its enormous size just didn't seem possible. God! His wife just doesn't know what she's been missing ... all these years! She didn't know a good thing ... when she had it!
Lowering her head down to it, Geneva kissed its velvet-smooth, red tip, and Redel involuntarily thrust his hips up at her mouth, groaning at the electrifying touch of her sensuous lips against the sensitive, blood-engorged head.
"God! That feels good!" His hands dropped to her shoulders caressingly, then ran up the back of her neck under her lustrous red hair, where his fingers smoothed the creamy white skin. Damn it! Why couldn't he have met her a few years earlier? She was everything his wife was not! . . .And, she's worth it ... worth everything I'm doing ... to have her ... like this! Yes! Nick Redel was sure of that one thing! I'd do anything for her!
Uncontrollably hot spasms of sensations charged through him, the tremors traveling out along his nerve endings, causing him to shiver with ecstatic joy, the epicenter of it all concentrated there in the turgid hardness of his penis. Then, her hand below caressed his testicles, her nails tickling lightly over the tenderly sensitive skin of his scrotum, while the other hand moved gently and slowly up and down the full desire-swollen length of his cock. He saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out from between lightly lipsticked lips to lick away the tiny tear of viscous liquid from the narrow split in his bulbous cock's head. Catching the droplets on her tongue, she licked swirlingly all around the angry red coronal ring, the sensate head of his penis responding pulsatingly to the teasing stimulation.
His desire grew every moment. Under her tantalizing tongue, his cock was swelling and hardening more and more, and it jerked involuntarily in her hand.
...Then, it was in her mouth, her turned-up lips ovaling and slipping down over the pulsing, lust-incited head of his cock, enveloping it completely in moistly erotic warmth.
Slowly and continuously, her lips nibbled down and down, absorbing more and more of his thickly throbbing length into her tiny mouth, and Nick watched hypnotically, knowing that she was taking him deep into her throat. It always fascinated him, making him wonder how she was able to get it all inside.
Now, her head, with its crown of red hair, began to bob slowly up and down his throbbing cock's shaft, her tongue licking and swirling maddeningly as she sucked, causing lewd little spasms of carnal pleasure to crawl up and down his back. God! What a gorgeous, sweet mouth Geneva had!...And the way she uses it! Christ! That's good!
Nick could feel the swallowing action of her throat, the muscles working there, seeming to milk at his cock in a way that no cunt, no matter how wildly it might clasp and cling, could equal.
The warm breath from her nostrils, close up against the hairiness of his loins, cascaded over him, sending additional shivers of lewd delight rippling through him, while below now, her softly cupping hand squeezed gently and rhythmically at his testicles.
Watching the lewdly salacious act she was performing, caused Nick to shove his hips up at her face in countering thrusts, ramming it even deeper into her hungrily sucking mouth and throat. Her lips were pulled out grotesquely around the swollen shaft of his cock on her head-bobbing up-stroke, then the tender pink flanges were stuffed back inside as her lips nibbled back down the hard length of his massive cock. The sight of it seemed to increase his erotic sensations perhaps a hundred times over.
He could feel her soft tongue swirling maddeningly around the throbbing tip of his cock-head at the apex of withdrawal, flicking and probing and attempting to enter the tiny split at its top.
As she sucked on her lover's lust-hardened penis, Geneva felt the building fires of her own desire, and after long moments of communion, she couldn't stand it any longer. She lifted her head, allowing his glisteningly moist cock to slide out of her mouth. Looking up at him through passion-lit green eyes she begged, "God ... Nick! I'm getting all hot and bothered! I want you to fuck me ... with this wonderful cock of yours!"
"Christ...Baby ... I'm almost ready to cum!" he blurted. "Just keep sucking! All the way!"
"I was hoping...."
"No way ... Geneva! I'm too close!" He reached out to her, grasping her head on either side and brought it down, again, to his throbbing, yearning cock! As she opened her mouth, he forced her head down until all of his lust-enraged penis was buried deep in her throat. "Come on ... suck it, Doll ... and I'll take care of you ... later ... the right way!"
There was nothing else she could do then but continue sucking him, as his hands guided her head up and down, now. It was stupid, she told herself, to try to change so late in the game....But, we 'll have a drink ... and after he's rested awhile ... we'll go to bed ... She shivered with the anticipation of it. Nick's all man ... and he ll fuck me ... just like I like it! He had told her he would ... and she'd never had to doubt it ... yet.
She sensed his throbbing reaction and knew that it was only a little while now, before he'd be cumming. With renewed vigor, she tried to suck his prick a little harder, and she allowed the very tips of her teeth to tickle ever so gently, moving lightly along the surface of his desire-hardened shaft and leaving long white trails marking the path of them. She knew he'd get some extra stimulation from it, and she was more than happy to do it for him....After, all ... it's the least I can do for him ... after what he's done for me! All she had to do was to look around her apartment and in her closets to see the material aspects of what Nick had done for her. In her mind, it was a fair exchange!
Nick wondered that she didn't choke on the thick length of his pulsingly vibrant cock as the maddening sucking went on and on. Back behind the root of his cock, great swirls of heat were building to almost intolerable levels, burning like molten lava ready to be spewed from the depths of a volcano.
He could see tiny beads of sweat standing out on her clear, pale brow, as her head bucked up and down over him, demon-like, and he slid forward in the chair a little more, his back arching with his flexing hips, attempting to shove his demanding penis even farther up between the ovaled moistness of her sucking lips. God! It was almost there ... almost time!
Damn! Now's the time! Now! Now! NOW! Strangled sounds came from his throat, forcing their way through the dryness caused by his panting gasps for air. "More! Just ... a little ... more! Oh, God ... keep sucking ... just a little ... bit more!"
Wildly, she sucked him, then. He watched her lovely face working, contorted with her effort, her lips sucking, his over-stimulated cock soaring up into her mouth and his body straining mightily.
...Then, it was there!
He groaned, the sound tapering off into a long sigh. The needle-thin stream of his hot, white sperm rushed up from his balls in a searing jet along the length of his wildly pumping shaft to squirt furiously in never-ending streams up into his mistress' throat. She swallowed greedily, gulping it down frantically while his great load of lewd male cum continued to spurt deep into her hungrily sucking throat ... and his hands shoved her head down, until her nose was buried in his graying pubic hair.
Geneva gasped for breath, but she kept right on sucking Nick's wildly jerking cock, knowing that he liked it and wanted it that way. She was aware of her own undeniable arousal, the warm female wetness seeping down from her vagina and wetting the black nylon crotch band of her panties ... and there was that lewd lightning-like electricity playing leap-frog in her belly ... Oh, God ... I hope ... I won't have to wait very long ... for him to be ready ... again!
Gradually, Nick's cock became soft and flaccid in her mouth, but she went on nibbling and licking at it gently, sucking out every last drop of his cum ... until at last, she raised her head, allowing the softened rod of man-flesh to pull from her mouth. His hands dropped relaxed from her head.
"Was it good, Nick, darling...?" she asked with a throaty murmur.
"You know it...Baby! Christ! I think you sucked me inside out!"
Getting up off her knees, she sat on his lap, curling herself felinely and offered her lips to him. He kissed her hungrily, tasting the essence of his own sperm that remained in her mouth. Then, after long moments, he released her and said. "It's time for a tall drink ... Doll.. . "
"Coming right up!" she agreed, sliding from his lap and going to the bar to mix, while he pulled up his pants, zipped the fly and re-buckled his belt.
Nick watched her, feeling a great tenderness for her, while at the same time, he cursed inwardly, knowing that he couldn't offer her marriage. He felt like he was doing a high-wire balancing act ... without a net! Christ! If they ever bust me ... everything 'll go down the drain!
Geneva brought Scotch with water for him. He tasted, smacked his lips and approved. "Just right!"
"Sit with me ... on the couch, Nick...." his red-haired mistress coaxed.
Just as he sat down beside her, the telephone rang.
"If that's Elizabeth, again, I won't talk to her!" Nick growled.
Picking up the telephone, Geneva murmured a hello, listened for a moment, then handed the phone to Nick, saying only, "Matt!"
Nick took the receiver, grating, "God damn it, Matt! I told you never to call me here!"
Matt's crude voice was deadly serious. "Nick ... I had to call you ... because you've got to know this!"
"What?"
"You know that kid you hired awhile back...?"
"Bob Cook ... the new driver...?"
"No! Not him! The other one ... the long-haired punk, name of Phil Norton...."
"Yeah ... what about him? Did he pile up a truck ... or something?"
"No! Nothing like that ... but I found out he's a mule for some outfit ... moving Horse north ... and he's using your trucks!"
"Wait a minute, Matt ... you lost me in the jargon there! Give it to me in plain English!"
"He's a mule! That means he's smuggling narcotics into the Bay area for some organization.
"...And, what's Horse? Does that mean Heroin...?"
"Exactly!"
"Using our trucks?"
"Yeah!"
"How do you know?"
"I saw him take a delivery and stash the stuff on his tractor. After he left, I checked it out ... and it was a kilo of pure stuff!"
"Where is it now!"
"I've got it! Do you know how much that much H is worth?"
"No ... and I don't care! Put it back ... then we'll let Phil know that we know!" Nick told him.
"What's the idea...?"
"Hell, Matt! Use your head! If you get caught taking that ... we could both get shot for it! People pushing that amount of stuff will kill to get it back ... won't they? It's not the same as playing cat-and-mouse with the fuzz!"
"What you got in mind, then?"
"We use him!"
"Okay! I get you! Shall I rough him up a little?"
"Yeah.. .just enough to convince him!" Nick smiled. Hell! This is a real stroke of luck! Norton's the perfect one for a frame-up!
CHAPTER FOUR
Geneva Barton had listened to Nick's end of the conversation with puzzlement, and when he had hung up the telephone with an obvious smile of satisfaction, she asked, "What was that all about, darling...?"
"A real stroke of luck!" Nick chortled. "Matt caught Phil Norton smuggling narcotics in my trucks!"
"I don't understand ... how that could be good!"
"Well.. . " he explained, "we pressure him into doing the job for us by threatening to turn him over to the cops ... then, we make sure he's caught!"
"What if he talks...?"
"He won't! The narcotics thing is bigger ... and even if he were to talk, the smugglers would probably put out a contract on him!"
"You mean they'd kill him...?"
"Of course!" Nick smiled, picking up his drink and taking a long swallow. "...Anyway you cut it, then ... we're clear!"
"Well, what about Bob Cook, the new driver...?"
"We go ahead with the plan to get him to cooperate with us! He's broke enough that a few bills will look good to him!"
"Why do you have to bribe him...?"
"It cuts down the risk, Baby ... and nobody gets hurt!"
"...And, will this really be the last one, darling...?" Geneva asked hopefully.
"...And, the biggest!" Nick bragged; then more seriously, "I told you that Matt's the stumbling block to quitting! He's greedy ... and I've got to deal with him ... before I'm in the clear!"
"Oh, Nick ... it all seems so complicated!" Geneva frowned.
"Sure it is ... but things!! work out okay! Just wait and see!" Nick's words sounded more confident than he actually felt. I sure hope to hell ... it does work out!
She snuggled close to him and laid her head on his shoulder, her free hand snaking down to the crotch of his pants to fondle his penis through the cloth. It was only a moment or two before she felt it stir and come to life, as it began growing to another erection under her teasing hand.
"It's getting hard ... already, Nick," she whispered hotly into his ear. "Could you...?"
"Hell, Geneva ... I could fuck you ... any time of the day or night!" he told her, tilting his glass and draining it.
Quickly, she downed her drink, too, and set the glass beside his on the coffee table, then she rose, taking him by the hand and leading him toward her bedroom.
Coming in behind her, Nick gripped the tab of the zipper of her dress and lowered it down past her waist to reveal the milk-white expanse of her smooth unblemished back, devoid of brassiere above and panties below. Smoothly, his hands went inside the dress and around to cup the soft pliant flesh of her fully firm breasts, his fingers kneading and caressing the luscious mounds greedily, as he felt the berry-like buds of her nipples grow to erection and cone out into the palms of his teasing hands.
With a little mewl, Geneva thrilled to his touch, then deftly she reached up and pulled the dress free of her arms, letting it fall down around her hips. A little shove of her hands caused the garment to fall free to the floor, and she stepped out of it, completely naked now but for her shoes. She shivered tinglingly as her lover kissed her neck and shoulders. Then, she allowed herself to slide down to the soft mattress of her bed to lie prone, face-down, forcing Nick to follow her.
Crouched over her on the bed, Nick ran his eyes then his hands over the svelte contours of her woman's body, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin, as he felt the nipped in curves of her waist, the rising, twin mounds of her softly resilient buttocks and the smooth, tapering curves of her thighs, noticing that her hips were already grinding in tiny, undulant circles.
Then, knowing that she would like it, he leaned over her, dropping his mouth down to the clear, almost translucent skin of her shoulders, and began kissing and licking her there, his mouth with its full moustache dragging lightly, as he trailed moist kisses down and ever downward along her back. He felt her shiver with delight, as he neared the small of her back, and a tiny moan of delighted expectancy escaped her lips.
"OOoohh ... what that does to me ... Nick, darling!" she murmured into the mattress, her voice throaty and muffled.
Down farther, yet, his lips kissed nibblingly, until he was paying oral homage to the magnificent orbs of her buttocks; then his mouth was on her thighs, the backs of her knees and the curving flesh of her calves, until finally he was kissing her ankles and feet.
Working his way back up then, Nick paused to kiss all around the trembling, soft flesh of her buttocks, while one of his hands snaked up between her thighs.
As she felt his hand rummaging there in her tender, pink pussy slit, Geneva spread her legs wide to allow him clear access to the searing portal of her cunt, gasping with ecstasy, when she felt his finger make its entrance there.
Slowly, Nick twirled his middle finger around and around, just inside the opening of her vagina, feeling the moist warmth of it and her own lewdly grinding gyrations against his teasing touch. A low, animal-like groan came from her lips, and she hauled her knees up under her, raising her buttocks high and undulant behind, inviting him to the feast of her loins.
Without hesitation, Nick's mouth moved into the smoothly hairless crease of her buttocks, his tongue shooting out to lick caressingly at the brownish, wrinkled flesh of her anus.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me ... now!"
"In a little while, Baby Doll," he told her. "I want you to be good and hot ... almost ready to pop ... before I shove my cock in you!"
"...And I can just keep cumming ... and dimming...." she breathed. Geneva knew she was a lucky woman to have a man like Nick Redel. God! What a perfect lover he is...!
Simultaneously, then, Nick licked at the tiny puckered opening of her anus, even trying to insert his tongue into the tight, little orifice, while at the same time, his middle finger teased hotly at her cuntal opening. Now, he used his thumb, allowing it to rub directly on the sensitively erect bud of her clitoris.
For several moments, he stimulated her lewdly ... until she couldn't stand any more. God! She had to have his hard cock in her ... fucking her ... right then!
"OOOooohhh! My God ... Nick!" she whined. "Let me have your cock! Put your cock in me ... and fuck me! Now!"
Satisfied then that she was really ready, Nick leaned back away from her, removing his hand from her heated genitals, too and grunted, "Okay ... Geneva, Doll! I'll take you ... now!"
Furiously, he flung off his clothing, and as he stood up to slip off his pants, his lovely, red-haired mistress turned to her back, spreading her legs wide obscenely, ready for her lover to mount her.
"Hurry, darling! Hurry!" she moaned, as her head began to flail from side to side uncontrollably.
At last, after what seemed like ages to her, Nick was naked and his solid body was crawling up over her, his hips coming down into the fork of her thighs, as he held himself poised above her on muscular arms. Looking down, she saw his hard, pulsing cock spearing out massively from his dark-haired loins, and unhesitatingly she reached, gripped the throbbing blood-swollen shaft of his cock and guided the lust-engorged head to the hotly clasping opening of her fully aroused cunt. She was ready!
Flexing his hips, Nick pushed ... hard, all the strength of his still-hard body driving the desire-hardened shaft of his cock deep up into Geneva's naked, passion-trembling belly, until with a satisfying slap his loins smacked against hers and his sperm-laden balls below, swung lewdly against the moist dark crevice between her smooth-skinned ass-cheeks.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhhh!" she screamed.
No sooner had his hard, piston-like cock gored into her than she had cum to orgasm. It was the first time it had happened that way for her, and she was surprised and somewhat awed at the power of her sensual arousal. "OOOoooohhh! God! Oh, God!" she moaned.
Nick had heard of its happening to women . . but this was the first time he had ever seen a woman climax with the first slamming entry of his cock! God damn! She was ... almost ready to pop! He knew, though, that it was only the beginning for her....And, I'll do my best ... to keep her cumming!
Smoothly, using deep, hard-plunging thrusts, Nick began a relentless fucking of her madly clasping cunt, establishing an easy tempo that he knew would spiral her to the heights from her already heady plateau of sexual arousal.
Beneath him, Geneva felt the ever-building fires of desire in her loins, the lustfully rolling sensations coursing through her in continuous succession. She felt the steady beat of his massively hardened cock as it moved in and out of her moistly clinging vaginal passage, each thrust plumbing her to the very core and seeming to act as a touchstone measuring the true depth of her passion.
On his knees, now, rocking above her, her lover grasped her knees, spread them wide and draped them lewdly over his shoulders, then pressing forward, he forced the smooth, flat plane of her naked belly upward, until he was pounding straight down into her obscenely spread vagina without mercy, every thrust nudging into the far back wall of her hotly steaming cuntal passage.
"Oh! OOoohh! OOOOOooooohhhhh!" she began to chant, as her lovely green eyes glazed, unseeing with the rapture she felt. "Fuek ... me . . .hard!"
"Spread your legs ... wider, Doll!" he panted down into her passion contorted face.
She did it. Now, her thighs were splayed-wide, to the fullest extent, her knees even with his elbows. He felt her cunt flower open even wider to his pummeling assault, and he fucked deeper and longer up into her, expecting that any moment, now, she would explode into climax, again.
Beneath him, taking the fully swollen length of his relentlessly buffeting penis deep into her sensation-filled cunt, Geneva bucked back at him, raising her loins counteringly, wanting every bit of it and asking for more. Her head rolled from side to side, entangling her lustrous red hair hopelessly, and she fought for breath pantingly, as mewling moans of delight spilled from her mouth in cascades of animal-like sounds.
Suddenly she was boosted to the all-consuming heights of her swelling passion. She was there, already ... again! "OOOOOhhhhh! MYYYYYYY GOddddddddd! IIIIII'mmmmmmmmmmmm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg ... againnnnnnn! AAAAAAAaaaauuuuggggghhh!"
Galaxies exploded for her, as the wildly convulsive waves of her orgasm surged through her, leaving her weak and gasping for breath.
...Then, Nick felt the searing, acid-like ass of coming ejaculation deep in his loins, and with redoubled effort he jackhammered his hotly jerking cock still deeper and longer up into the wildly clasping channel of her pussy, his speed increasing to a feral, rutting tempo. Damn! Maybe she ll pop ... again when I cum! He wanted her to cum, again! There was something about her multiple orgasms that urged him on to even greater effort ... something that revolved around his self-image ... as a man!
Insanely, he was spurred rakingly, his own imminent orgasm almost there ready to spurt from him, as he was racked with the wild impulse to attempt to bring her ... just one more time, and he slaved away above her, straining mightily, while at the same time, he exerted all his will to hold himself back.
His pelvis slammed into hers, as he plundered her cuntal passage deeply, his speed increasing ... until suddenly, he could wait no longer. He was there ... cumming, his hot, white semen hosing along the length of his wildly pumping cock to spew from the tiny slit in its hotly pulsing head. The sensations centered there in his goring penis were intense, and he felt every jetting lurch of it.
Then, with a groan of deep satisfaction, he rammed one last forceful time ... and she came! As he dropped down on top of her, forcing her legs back, she screamed out her ecstatic joy ... a primeval, animal-like cry of completion. "OOOOooohhh, Nick! AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!"
After a few moments, they stirred, and he allowed her to lower her legs, then, clasping her to him, he roUed to his side, keeping his cock buried deep up in her still hungrily milking cunt. One of her legs was beneath his thigh, the other one thrown up over his hip. It was in that position, both of them completely satiated, that they slept, neither knowing whether it was for minutes ... or hours ... only knowing that it was a dreamless sleep of ultimate relaxation ... and nothing from the world intruded upon it ... for awhile...
Later, they roused themselves and snuggled down under the covers. They slept until morning.
...And, in the light of that morning, Nick awakened refreshed, until he remembered: Christ! Now ... I've got to go home ... to Elizabeth! Going home to his wife was something he hated to do ... after three days with Geneva Barton!
* * *
In his office, the next morning, Nick had two important things to do. He took care of the easiest one first. He sent for Bob Cook.
Looking at his newest driver critically, Nick said, "I'm putting on a new truck to make the run up north. Would you like to take it...?"
"Why ... of course I would, Mr. Redel!" Bob grinned happily. "I didn't expect to get a long-haul so soon!"
"Well ... you deserve it. From everything I've heard about you ... you're doing a good job...."
"Thank you.. . " Bob murmured, feeling flattered but wondering also why his chance at the long-haul was coming so soon. "When do I start...?"
"This morning!" Nick told him. "They're loading the cargo now."
"That's fine, but I'll have to go home and get some things ... if you don't mind...."
"Sure, go ahead ... and when you get back, Geneva'll have your expense money and the bill of lading ready. There'll be two drops ... one in San Jose and one in Oakland."
Rod Cable followed him home again. They met in the parking lot of the same restaurant, where the insurance investigator had first approached Bob about the truck hijackings that had seemed to plague The Big Red "L" Trucking Company.
"You got anything, Bob...?" Rod asked. "No ... only that I'm taking off in an hour for the Bay area!"
"Keep your eyes and ears open."
"For what...?"
"I don't know, but there are a couple of possibilities. This could be a test ... to see how you do ... or according to what your cargo might be ... maybe they plan to hit you ... since you'll be brand new to the job!" Then thoughtfully Cable went on, "Maybe ... they'll try to bribe you!...At any rate ... be ready for anything!"
"What if they do...?"
"What...?"
"Offer me a bribe!"
"Play along with them ... try to find out who's paying you off ... if you can!" Rod told him. "That's the only way we'll find out who's doing the hijacking!"
"Okay......And, if they try to steal my cargo...?"
"Let them! Don't put up any kind of fight, but try to get all the details you can about the guy who does the job ... then get the police, fast!"
"Okay ... I'll do my best."
"Good luck, Bob!" Rod Cable shook his hand warmly, got back into his car and went back to his surveillance of Nick Redel's trucking business.
Bob made one more stop. It was at the super market where Alice was working. She had already given her employers notice that she was leaving.
Alice was happy that he'd gotten on the long-haul, but she was sad that they would be separated.
"We talked about that...." Bob reminded her. "And, if I'm going to make any money at all ... that's where it is ... in the long trips!"
"I understand, darling. It just came so suddenly!"
"Yeah ... that's right. It did ... didn't it...." He was non-committal. Damn! It was all he could do to keep it all to himself!...But, I can't tell her what I'm really doing! Not yet anyway!
He kissed her goodbye, while uncomfortably embarrassed customers stood waiting to check out their purchases.
"Be careful ... darling...." She brushed back an unbidden tear. "How long will you be gone...?"
"Just four days!" And he was gone. Just ... four ... days...! ? It seemed like a lifetime to her.
* * *
Phil Norton pushed confidently into the outer office, his pale blue eyes insolent as he leaned over Geneva's desk, trying to look down the front of her dress, and said, "Redel wants to see me!"
Looking up, she regarded him through cool, green eyes. Somehow, she had never liked this man. It wasn't just because of his insolence or the fact that he wore his brown hair long, curling down well below his collar. Actually, he was attractive enough, even handsome, she decided, and there was a certain animal magnetism about him in his heavily muscled body, his easy grace. Even so, she disliked him ... perhaps because of fear ... a fear that he was vicious ... capable of almost any violence.
"I'll see whether Mr. Redel is in...." she said coolly.
"He'll see me! He sent for me!" Norton smiled, revealing straight, white and even teeth.
Pushing the talk key of the intercom, Geneva said, "Phil Norton is here ... Mr. Redel...."
"Send him in, Geneva!" Nick's voice was tinny on the little speaker.
Phil was already coming around the side of her desk, his eyes sweeping over her and concentrating lewdly on her legs, his appreciative smile telling her how he was undressing her in his mind; then, he was going through the door into Nick's private office.
As the door closed behind him, a feeling of unreasonable terror gripped her. She knew the reason for this talk. It was terribly important to her, too. Ugh! That man is scary!
Matt Lyman was there in the office with Nick Redel. He sat back relaxed but alert as Phil Norton came into the office.
Casting a malevolent look Matt's way, the long-haired driver said pointedly, "I see the snooper is here!"
"Yeah, I'm here!" Matt returned. "And, the next time ... you won't get a chance to pull that knife on me!"
"Sit down, Norton ... we've got some talking to do!" Nick growled.
"About what?" He remained standing.
"About using my trucks to smuggle narcotics!"
"Yeah ... I know ... Lyman found the stash, last night!" Phil admitted. "It was damned careless of me ... to let him find it!"
"Let me find it...?" Matt exploded, sitting up straight in his chair.
"Sure ... and I'm glad you had enough sense not to try to lift it!"
"You're just a mule ... right?" Matt questioned.
"Right!" Phil smiled. "I make five bills for making the drop up in San Francisco!"
"Plus what you make driving for me ... you seem to be doing all right for yourself!" Nick observed; then with deadly seriousness. "But, you're using my trucks to make all this extra money!"
"The trouble is that bread doesn't come regular enough ... and if you're thinking of cutting yourselves in ... there's no way!" Phil told him with equal deadliness.
"We might just cut you out!" Matt threatened.
"By finking to the fuzz?"
"Yeah, something like that!" Matt spat.
"But you won't ... because I've got a bigger story to spill my guts about!"
"Like what?" Nick questioned.
"Like hijacked cargo off your trucks!"
"We've had some disappearances...." Nick admitted. "The police are working on it!"
"They're clods! I've already found out who the hijackers are ... and how they operate!" Phil flung back, playing his whole card.
"You have?" Nick questioned, putting on his best poker face. "Then, why don't you let the police know all about it?"
"Because ... I'm cutting myself in!"
"On what?"
"On the hijacking of your trucks ... that you operate right out of your own office!"
"You're crazy, Norton!" Nick was on his feet, his face working angrily.
"Easy, man!" The switch-blade that appeared in Phil's hand clicked open menacingly.
"Put it away!" Matt barked, as he leveled a snub-nosed .38 at the younger man.
Norton hesitated for a moment, weighing the possibilities, before he folded the long blade into the handle, again. "Okay! Put the piece away ... and we'll just talk ... calm, cool and collected!"
"Okay, Matt!" Nick barked. "We'll talk ... and there'll be no more of this!"
Reluctantly, Matt shoved his pistol back into his waistband. "I think it'd be easier to hit him!" he growled complainingly.
"Now ... I figure twenty-five percent is about right!" Phil smiled.
"Impossible!" Redel told him. "Ten percent's the most I could pay!"
Norton settled for twenty percent of the fenced value of future hijackings, with the understanding that he would work with Matt Lyman in actually carrying out the jobs Nick would arrange for them. He walked out of Nick Redel's office cockily, swept his insolent eyes over Geneva, again, and said, "How about you and I making it tonight...?"
"What do you have in mind...?" she asked coolly.
"Dinner ... then your place ... or mine...." he leered suggestively.
"In case you hadn't heard ... I don't date the drivers!"
"Oh, that's right!" he said with elaborate sarcasm. "I forgot ... you're Nick's woman."
"So get lost!"
"...But, you see ... I'm not just hired help any more ... I'm on the management team."
"So...?"
"So ... I'm going to cut myself in on you, too!"
"No you won't!" Nick roared. He was standing in the office door, his face livid with rage.
"We'll see!" Norton taunted.
"Let me take care of him for good, Nick!" Matt demanded, coming through the door to stand alertly beside him.
"Why don't you let her decide?" Phil smiled.
Suddenly, three pairs of eyes were riveted on her, and she looked from one to the other, trembling with fright. Oh, My God!
"Well...?" Nick questioned snappishly.
"How about it...Baby?" Norton's salacious eyes were locked on hers.
"Like you said ... I'm Nick's woman ... and I always ... will be ... as long as he ... wants me!" she said deliberately, meaning every word.
"Bull crap!" Norton spat and left the office.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bob Cook was back home after his first long-haul trip. It had taken the full four days, since he'd had to wait for loading of cargo for Los Angeles during his turn-around. After he had made the drops and returned to the Red "L" yard, it was late, and he didn't get home until well past eight in the evening. Alice was understandably worried about him.
"There's really nothing to be upset about...." he told her soothingly. "This's not like working in an office eight to five ... so you'll just have to get used to some irregular hours."
"Well ... could I have the car, while you're gone, so I won't feel so stranded?"
"Sure . . .just so I can call you to come and pick me up, when I get back to the truck yards...." he agreed.
"Now that I'm not working ... is there any chance that I could go along with you...?"
"No...Alice ... there're rules against that! Only on cross-country hauls they sometimes give permission for wives to go along ... but otherwise...."
"I just wondered...." she said wistfully.
"Anyway ... it'd be rough for you...."
"I wouldn't mind really...."
"The drivers swear a lot ... at the truck stops . . .and tell dirty stories!" he offered as further reasons for her not going with him.
"I wouldn't have to listen...."
"...And, you see things happening in cars...."
"Like what...?"
"Well ... like guys driving along ... jerking themselves off!" he told her. "They think nobody can see, but because the truck cabs are so high ... you can see right inside the cars."
"Really? You mean ... using their hand ... to...?"
"Sure!...And, every now and then, you'll see a woman leaning over, sucking a guy off, while he's driving along at sixty-five miles an hour."
"No! I can't believe that!" Alice was vehement and repulsed.
"Hell! It's just facts that I'm telling you."
"Yesterday ... while I was driving along, I saw a man fucking the hell out of a woman, animal fashion ... right in front of their picture window!"
"With the drapes open?"
"Of course! How do you think I was able to see them? The window was facing the highway!"
Covering her ears, Alice said, "Please ... don't tell me any more ... like that!"
"...And, then there was the woman driving along completely naked!" he went on, piling on yet another bizarre fact.
"Please, Bob! No more...?"
"Okay ... but I thought you ought to know what it'd be like."
The telephone rang.
Bob scooped up the receiver and said, "Hello...?"
A voice he didn't recognize, somewhat muffled, came through to him, "Bob Cook?"
"Yeah...."
"You drive for Redel....."
"Yeah, I do!"
"Listen close, Cook!" the mysterious caller ordered. "It could make you a couple of bills!"
Bob's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The hijackers were making their bid to bribe him. "How do I do that...?" he asked. "Just follow directions ... and look the other way, while your cargo is unloaded for you."
"I don't get it...."
"Well ... you see, we just want to change the destination of the cargo a little...."
"Do you mean hijack it...?" Bob looked around to see that his wife had disappeared into the kitchen, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah! You're a smart boy."
"Did you say two hundred...."
"Yeah!. '
"Not enough!" Bob said. "I'd have to have more ... a lot more than that!"
"Now ... the only reason we're doing this is so nobody gets hurt ... no misunderstandings."
"...And you're throwing me peanuts."
"Well ... like you know, man ... we could just go ahead and take it away from you ... and you take your lumps!" the voice on the other end of the wire threatened.
"...And, I'll have my cheater bar in my hand!" Bob shot back. "Any time anybody comes into my cab they get their skull creased ... permanently!"
"Don't say you weren't warned."
"Look ... you keep saying 'we', smart ass ... so I take it you're not the number one man. Next time you want to contact me ... let your boss do it in person ... maybe we could work something out!"
"Like what...."
"Oh ... I might consider something in the neighborhood of a thousand ... to set it up ... and look the other way ... according to what the cargo is. The more its worth ... the more I get!"
"You've flipped out of your skull, man!"
"Maybe ... but don't try anything with me ... if you know what a cheater bar'll do to you!" Bob barked back.
"Don't worry ... we can take you out!" .
"Don't bet on it ... man!"
The line went dead. Bob hung up, then on second thought, picked up the telephone, again, and dialed Rod Cable's number, to tell the insurance investigator about the latest development.
By the time Bob had finished making his report to Rod, Alice had his dinner ready for him.
"Who was on the phone, Bob...?" she asked idly.
"Just a guy I met at work...." he evaded.
"Anything important?"
"No ... just shop talk ... is all...."
He sat down and began to eat ravenously, enjoying his meal and feeling a certain exhilaration at his first exposure to intrigue and adventure.
Looking across the table at his wife, where she sat watching him eat, he said, lewdly, "You know, of course, that I haven't had a piece of tail in four days ... so soon's I'm finished eating ... it's off to the bedroom for us!"
Alice's face was suddenly stricken. She should have known to tell him . . .let him know ... before this...
"What's wrong . . .Alice?" he asked, concerned. "I only said we were going to go to bed ... for some well-earned fucking...."
"We . . .we . . .can't . . .tonight . . .darling . . ! " she stumbled. "My flow started ... when you left ... but it'll be all right by tomorrow!"
I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! He knew from past experience that it would be impossible to change her mind. She just would not do it ... during that time of the month! Christ! It's going to be miserable for me, tonight! "You ... wouldn't...?" he began.
"No, Bob! I won't change my mind! It's too ... too icky!"
"...But, I wouldn't care...." he protested.
"I would!"
Damn it! What rotten luck! "Okay! Forget it!" he growled, getting up to look for the half of a fifth of Scotch that should have been left. He figured it was the best way for him to forget it ... for tonight...
* * *
Phil Norton and Matt Lyman had just left Geneva Barton's apartment, from where Norton had made the unsuccessful telephone call in an attempt to bribe Bob Cook. There was now a working agreement and an uneasy truce among the three men. Nick Redel hadn't wanted to take Phil in on his hijacking operation, but it had seemed to be necessary. They would have had to kill him otherwise, and Nick wanted no part of murder! Up to this point, the cargoes he and Matt had hijacked were all valuable and heavily insured. All he wanted to do, now, was lift one more big one, fence the stuff, split the money and get out of it, once and for all. The three of them had talked about it, from all sides, finally reaching an agreement. There would be just one more job to end it, then they would split up. Nick felt a well-earned relief just knowing that his short detour into crime would soon be over. Damn it ... if I had any brains, I'd get a divorce from Elizabeth ... and make an honest woman out of Geneva!
...But, there was still one stumbling block: Bob Cook! It had to be set-up ahead of time, the driver cooperative ... or people could get hurt, the risk of getting caught too high, but the new driver's demand for more money and his hard-nosed attitude about defending his cargo were going to be hard to deal with. The money would be fairly easy ... but winning Cook over, might be damned difficult.
Redel slumped down on the couch, a frown of thoughtful concentration creasing his ruggedly handsome face. Christ! What he needed was a stiff drink and a good fuck ... not necessarily in that order. After having to put up with his wife's constant, whining complaints and sadistic needling for the last four days and nights, he was ready to start crawling the walls.
"How about a drink ... Doll...?"
"Okay, Nick...." Geneva went to the bar and began building drinks for them. She was as worried as Nick. II it weren't for me ... he wouldn't be so involved in all this! She thought about it, considering it deeply: If I did it all over again ... I'd take Nick ... just for himself ... without all the gifts!...But. he thought he had to give me things ... and I made the mistake of letting him ... thought it eased his conscience or something ... and of course the things are nice ... only the best from Nick! There had to be something she could do, now, to help him ... but what?
Handing her lover his drink, Geneva said, "Nick, darling ... I'd like to do something to help...."
"I don't know what.. . " Redel growled dejectedly.
"Well ... I was just thinking ... You have to have Bob Cook on your side ... so why couldn't I handle him ... convince him to do what you want.. . ? "
"How could you...?" he started to ask, the answer coming to him even before he had completed the question. Damn! It might work!
"He's been interested in me ... since the first time he came in looking for a job," she said. "You know ... eyeing me all over ... and undressing me mentally ... the way men always do!"
"You mean you'd take him to bed ... to get him to go along with us...?"
"Yes, I would, Nick ... if it'd help!" Geneva told him with conviction.
Nick wasn't sure whether he could stand the thought of another man pawing and mauling his woman and ultimately fucking her, but hell ... if she wants to do it ... maybe I should let her. It's not the same ... as if I were married to her ... and I know for sure I'm not her first lover! Probably not the last ... either!
"Hmmm ... sexual blackmail!" he mused. "You know, Geneva ... it might work! It just ... might ... work! How about his wife? What sort of woman is she...?"
"Young ... blonde ... very beautiful. I caught a glimpse of her the other day!"
"...And, tomorrow, Cook'll be working around the yard, helping with truck maintenance. I'll make myself scarce ... so you can make your play for him ... only be careful," he warned, giving his mistress a hard, mean look. "You don't throw yourself into it too much!"
"Don't worry, darling.. . " she smiled, striking a provocative pose, "it'll be strictly business!"
"Just make damned sure it is!" he grated, gathering her into his arms, his mouth dropping down to weld onto hers, while his hands smoothed and caressed the soft supple curves of her body.
After a few moments, Geneva twisted her head aside to break the deep kiss. Her eyes were deep sea green, turbulent with her rising passion, as she murmured, "Take me to bed, Nick ... and fuck me! I want to show you ... all over, again ... how much I love you!"
He did!
...And, afterward, snuggled together in her bed, they completed detailed plans for Bob Cook ... and his wife, Alice.
* * *
The next morning, Nick and Geneva watched as Bob drove up in his little red V.W. His wife was with him, and as she got out of the passenger side to walk around the car to drive it home, Nick was treated to a show of curvaceous leg and thigh that gave him a real charge. Damn! She is a lovely woman! I could crawl between pretty thighs like that ... any time! He had a sudden inspiration! "Geneva darling...." he whispered, "we're going to make this a two-way deal!"
Geneva studied his face for a moment. "You mean ... you want to...?"
"Fuck her! That's right!" he enthused. "I should have thought of it before! We use both of them! Put one against the other ... and it'll only take a small change in plans!"
"Well!? " She hadn't expected anything like that.
"It'll be strictly business!" Nick smiled.
Somehow, she found his grin infectious and disarming. "Just make damned sure it is ... just business!" she grated, attempting to drop her voice lower, in imitation of the way he had said the same thing to her, last night.
"Okay! That's settled! Now, I'll have to get hold of Matt and Phil and clue them in on their part in this!" he told her, heading for his office. "When they get here ... tell them I want to see them ... first ... before they do anything else!"
"All right ... darling ... if that's what you want!"
"Yeah ... that's what I want!" Redel affirmed, as he closed his office door behind him.
Geneva watched Bob Cook as he came toward the office. There was a little catch in her breathing, and her pulse was definitely faster!...And, was there a tiny spark of warm anticipation that flashed deep in her belly? She didn't want to admit it ... if there was! After all ... he doesn't mean anything to me! What I'm going to do is going to be good for us ... for Nick and me ... and Bob Cook is strictly good for business only! Desperately, she tried to hang onto that concept. She made a solemn promise to herself: I won't let myself get involved with him! I'll be as cool as a whore turning a trick!
* * *
Driving back home from letting Bob off at the Red "L" truck yards, Alice felt thankful that she didn't have to go to work herself. Now, she'd have some time to take care of all the little things around the house that she'd had to let go, for lack of time. There was sewing and cleaning, and she could do a better job of shopping and planning for meals ... all those things a housewife should be doing. Then, there was reading. Since Bob would be gone four or five days at a time, she'd have a chance to catch up on some of the books she'd wanted to read. That reminded her: There was a book dealing with sex, she was supposed to read. Bob had bought it for them, but there had been no time for it. Now, I should read it ... and find out what's wrong with our sex life! She knew there was definitely something missing ... that her own attitudes were somehow out of kilter with Bob's, because they seemed to disagree on so many points. like last night ... I couldn't bring myself to let him touch me ... as long as I was having my period ... but he was perfectly willing to ... to do it anyway! Of course, I should have realized he'd be wanting it ... but what could I do? I hated to turn him down ... last night. He seemed so put out with me ... watching television and drinking ... and being so glum all evening!
When she arrived back home, Alice did up the breakfast dishes, made up her shopping list, then did a little extra cleaning in the kitchen, before going out to buy the food they needed. She was back home by about ten thirty.
As she bustled in, her arms laden with two large shopping bags full of groceries, which she deposited on the kitchen counter, then turned to head for the bedroom, she ran directly into the bulky figure of a man, standing there solidly in her kitchen.
Instant terror sliced through her, but as her eyes widened with horror, her mouth opening to scream, another man came in behind her and clapped a hand over her mouth. The man in front of her pinioned her arms, then brought his face close to hers, saying with deadly earnestness, "Don't make a sound! Don't fight us ... and you won't be hurt! Do you understand?"
No! She didn't understand! Visions of what they might do to her passed like film clips through her mind. Oh, My God! They're rapists! Rape! Rape! RAPE! The word caromed around crazily inside her skull. Desperately, she tried to free herself from them. What was it you were supposed to do? Stamp on his instep! Try to get a knee into his groin! Could she do it?
Using her heel, she stamped down on the foot of the man behind her, eliciting a howl and a vulgar, "You little bitch!"
The hand over her mouth was gone, now, but again, before she could scream, the black-haired man in front of her put a hand over her mouth and growled, "Stop it ... or I'll have to hit you ... and I don't want to do that! All we want to do is talk to you! Now listen!"
Trembling with fear, Alice stood still, not struggling any more ... waiting for what these two men had to say.
"That's better!" The man's brown eyes bored into hers. "First ... are you Bob Cook's wife?"
Alice shook her head affirming it.
"Good!" the bulky man said with a smile. "Now ... can we talk ... without you trying to scream ... or run away from us?"
Her head moved up and down, again, in the affirmative.
He led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch, before taking his hand away from her mouth. Then, each of the men sat down, one on either side of her. She looked from one to the other, still terrified. The man who had grabbed her from behind, she saw, was younger, with long, brown hair. "Who ... who ... are you ... and what do you ... want?" she managed to ask, her voice unsteady.
"We'd like to be your friends ... and we're sorry we scared you, like that ... but we had to be sure of getting in to talk to you."
"So ... you broke in...! ? "
"Not exactly...There was a broken latch on a window, and we just invited ourselves in ... because we know you'll be interested in what we've got to tell you...." The older man was speaking soothingly, now.
"...But, I don't understand...! I don't know you!"
"No names ... for now, Mrs. Cook!" It was the young, long-haired one speaking. He was rubbing at his instep gingerly.
She swung back to listen to the bulky, older man, as he went on smoothly. "I take it you love your husband...?"
"Of course!" Alice was puzzled.
"...And, you think he loves you...?"
"Why should I just think he loves me?" she countered. "I'm sure he does!"
"You're in for a surprise, Lady ... because we think he's cheating on you!"
"I don't believe that!"
"Now ... that's why we're here. We know for a fact that he is ... and we think it's a shame he's banging another woman ... when he's got such a lovely as you ... at home!" There was a leer in his eyes, as he swept them over Alice's lithe figure.
"Why...Bob's at work! How could he be...?"
"Fucking another woman?" he finished. "Hell! That's easy! You let him off ... and she picks him up ... takes him to her apartment . . .where they crawl in the sack ... tear off a piece of ass ... then, she brings him back to the yard! When you pick him up after work ... how would you know what he's been doing ... unless maybe he's too tired that night ... to fuck you, too?"
The man's language jolted her, just as Bob's did very often, but she understood clearly what he was saying. She didn't believe a word of it!
"Bob wouldn't ... do that!"
"How do you know? A lot of guys have got women on the side ... and their wives never know about it! We think you've got a right to know, though ... because you're young and trusting. Maybe ... if he knew that you know about it ... he'd give her up ... and stick with you!"
"...But, how...?" There was the flicker of a suspicion in her now.
"Well ... that's why we're here! We thought you'd like to see for yourself ... what's going on, behind your back!"
"Do you ... know where ... he is ... what he's doing?"
"Exactly!...And, there's no doubt about what he's doing!"
"Oh, God ... are you sure...?" she asked, not wanting to believe it ... yet. . .
"Do you think we came all the way out here ... to get you ... for nothing?"
"You mean ... you...?"
"Yeah ... we'll take you to a place ... where you can see for yourself what he's doing!" he repeated.
"Spy on him...?"
"Sure! Why not? After all isn't he committing adultery ... breaking the commandment ... and his wedding vows to you?" the big man ground out piously.
God! No! It can't be! Bob ... committing adultery?!...And, yet these two mysterious men seemed so certain of their information. They could be lying ... just to take me someplace else ... and...But, they hadn't hurt her . . .just as they'd promised, and they hadn't molested her, in any way, yet. Maybe they 're right.. . I haven't been satisfying Bob ... sexually ... because I won't let him do ... some things to me! Maybe ... another woman ... was his answer ... Oh, I just don't know ... what to think!
"He ... they ... wouldn't be able to see us . . .in this place where I could see them . . , . ? " she asked.
"No way! You'll be able to see everything they're doing ... because we brought along a pair of high-powered glasses that'll put you right in the room with them! I can guarantee you could count the cunt-hairs ... if you wanted to!"
Alice hesitated a moment. She couldn't make up her mind. Do I really want to know ... for sure? Suspicion gnawing away at her might be worse than knowing, she decided.
"All right! I-I'll go with you!" she said.
"God! I knew you would!" the bulky one chortled. "Now ... if you'll just slip on this pair of special, smoked glasses, we'll get started."
Alice took the glasses from him and slipped them on. "I can't see!" she complained.
"That's the idea! We don't want you to see where you're going! It's what you see ... when you get there that's important!"
"My purse...?"
Young long-hair handed it to her. "We'll lock up for you, Mrs. Cook ... and you ought to get that broken window latch fixed! You might have burglars breaking in on you!"
* * *
It was ten-thirty, when Geneva keyed the intercom to the garage and said, "Bob Cook ... please come to the office! Bob Cook, please!"
There was a keening excitement in her. It was all she could do to wait until now to get Bob into the office ... but there was a time schedule Nick had worked out. She had to stick to it or things might not work the way they were supposed to work.
While Bob was walking over from the garage, she went into Nick's deserted private office, leaving the connecting door open, almost like a trap. When she thought about it ... that's really what she was doing. She was the bait ... and the trap ... and she believed in what she was doing. She had to believe in it!
...And, completely unsuspecting, Bob walked into the snare laid for him. He came into the outer office, expecting to see Redel's red-headed secretary, but she wasn't there.
Seeing the door standing open to his boss' office, he came close, looked in and called, "Mr. Redel ... you wanted to see me?"
Redel wasn't there, of course, but Miss
Geneva Barton was very much in evidence. Her leg was up on the seat of a chair, showing the tempting shapeliness of it practically all the way up to the fringe of her panties, as she was busily engaged in straightening her stocking.
"Oh, Bob ... you're here already!" she gasped, turning in apparent confusion, her foot coming off the chair and her hands smoothing down her skirt.
Bob, like most men, had enjoyed the little leg show. It whetted his curiosity, as his eyes swept over her, taking in all the rest of her. He definitely liked what he saw. She was a sexy woman.
"I see," he observed, "that Mr. Redel isn't here ... so I take it it was you ... who wanted to see me?"
"Yes ... I called you up here ... because ... well, you see ... the boss usually takes me out ... about this time ... for a coffee break ... and since he isn't here today ... I thought.. . " It was wonderful the way the words came from her so haltingly.
"...And you want me to pinch-hit for the boss...?"
CHAPTER SIX
Geneva's quick smile was disarming. "Yes," she answered, "would you...?"
"Just for coffee...?" Bob smiled. He was pretty sure that somehwere in her conniving was a pick-up proposition. It set him to wondering: Why me...? He'd heard a little gossip around the repair garage, enough to put a picture in a frame of reference that said: The secretary, red-haired Geneva Barton is sleeping with the boss. She's his mistress!
"Of course ... just for coffee!" Geneva came back warily. She knew better than to push too hard.
"Will the boss think it's all right...?"
"Certainly! Now ... will you take me ... or should I call one of the other men...?"
"Sure ... I'll take you! I just didn't want to step on anybody's toes!" Bob told her.
"You're a dear!"
Picking up her purse, she led the way out to her car, locking the door behind her. As they neared her car, Geneva held out the ignition keys to him. "You drive, Bob!"
"Okay!" He opened the car door, helped her in, and went around to climb behind the wheel. "Where to ... Miss Barton...?"
"Geneva...." she corrected.
"Okay ... where are we going ... Geneva...?"
"Would you like a drink ... instead of just coffee?"
Uh-oh! Here it comes! Bob Cook looked around into her sea-green eyes searchingly. "I usually don't drink this early in the day," he said, "but I could make an exception ... I guess." II could be that she's an alcoholic, he thought, then dismissed the fleeting thought with her next words.
"All right, then, Bob ... we'll go to ... my apartment."
"Just for a drink...?"
"Yes ... just for a drink...." she murmured throatily. He knew she was lying. It was too transparent. She's really trying to pick me up! He didn't object, naturally. What real man would have turned her down? He started the engine and let it warm up for a few seconds, while his eyes devoured her, liking what he saw with every passing moment.
"Okay ... just tell me how to get there ... Geneva!"
She gave him the address, and he drove out of The Big Red "L" Trucking Company yard, heading for Geneva Barton's apartment, 23-B, Palm Garden Court, Winchester Way. He memorized it! Hell! Who knows ... it might come in handy ... especially if anything develops with her ... I might want to find my way there ... again!
Bob forgot about Rod Cable, for the time; however, Rod was alert. He watched as Bob pulled the big Pontiac into the stream of traffic. Deciding that something was developing of interest ... and along unexpected lines, the insurance investigator started his car and trailed them. He always played his hunches!
Driving in silence for awhile, Bob turned the situation over in his mind. He was flattered that
Geneva had singled him out, for what he was almost certain was a sexual romp in her bed, but the question that kept popping up was: Why me? He tried to connect it to the hijackings. It'd be hard to believe that she's in on it! He decided to wait and see.
...Then he thought about what he was going to do. I'm pretty damned sure that Geneva's not inviting me to her apartment for a drink! Yes! His mind was already made up. I'll fuck her ... if that's what she wants. Maybe I can get some satisfaction ... because I'm sure as hell not getting much with Alice! It was all I could do to hold my temper ... last night ... when she turned me down ... and I hadn't had a piece of ass in over five days! Well ... I might as well find out what this sexy red-headed secretary's really got in mind...
Boldly, he reached over to where a good half of her nylon-clad thighs were exposed below the hem of her mini-skirt, his palm on top and his fingers going down between her legs to the soft warmth of her inner thigh. Her flesh was pliant and smooth, and he massaged it caressingly. She didn't object; if anything, he felt her legs part almost imperceptibly, and he followed up the advantage, as he moved his hand up farther into the angle of her loins.
Then, she was sliding across the seat, moving in closer to him, until she was pressing close ... and her firmly rounded, sleekly tapered thighs opened wider yet. No word had yet been spoken about sex, but he knew now, beyond doubt, that it was a tacit fact. She intended to take him to bed!
Keeping his eyes on the traffic, while he drove one-handed, the other moving up, now, until his fingers were toying with the tight elastic leg-band of her panties, he remarked, "We seem to agree on one thing ... right?"
"Yes ... we do!" she murmured close to his ear, so that he felt the sultry wash of her warm breath.
"...But, tell me ... Of all the Red "L" drivers ... how'd I rate so high with you?" he queried.
"Well ... you're attractive ... and very manly...." Her own hand was there up between his legs, her fingers brushing lightly over the growing bulge of his hardening penis inside his pants.
"All right ... if you say so ... and you're quite a woman ... a very lovely ... and very sexy woman!" he complimented. "But there's one thing that bothers me. I sort of heard, by the grapevine, that you're Mr. Redel's girl ... and that you two have an arrangement ... an understanding. You know what I mean?"
"Exactly! To put it in blunt terms, Bob ... I'm his mistress ... but he doesn't own me! I do what I like ... and he's free to do the same ... anytime he wants to! After all, he's a married man! Does that make things easier for you...?"
"Yeah! It sure does ... because like I said ... I don't want to step on anybody's toes! People get hurt that way ... sometimes!"
"Then, you're not a violent man...?"
"Not unless I'm provoked!" he qualified. "But really ... I'm just a peace-loving man!"
Her laugh was throaty and musical. "Do I detect a horrible pun there...?"
"As horrible as they come!"
His cock, below in his pants, lurched involuntarily, and she gripped it through the cloth, feeling its rock-hard, bulky presence. "You like me ... I can tell.. . " she thrilled.
"It's pretty obvious ... don't you think...?" He slipped a finger inside the constrictive leg-band of her panties and felt the exciting female warmth of her almost-naked loins, her middle finger rummaging in the soft curls of her pubic hair.
"How much farther is it...?" he asked.
"About six blocks!"
"You're not very far away from work, then?"
"It's just a little under ten minutes ... Nick wanted it that way," she explained.
"I see. Very close ... and cozy, eh?"
"Yes ... it saves a lot of time." She was matter-of-fact about it.
"...And, Redel's paying for it?"
"That's part of the arrangement...."
"Of course ... it would be."
"We're almost there!" she told him. "Pull around back and park!"
* * *
Alice sat between the two men in the front seat of the car. After they got in, neither of them spoke, again. She couldn't see anything through the smoked glasses, except for a fringe of light around the edges. Once when she slipped the glasses down on her nose, the younger man, sitting on the outside, put them back in place firmly.
She couldn't tell how much time had elapsed. It was hopeless, she decided after awhile, to count the left and right turns. There were so many turns she had to conclude that they were trying to confuse her.
After what seemed ages, the car stopped, and she was helped out of the car. "Hang onto my arm," the older, bulkier man told her, "and FU lead you to where we're going."
They walked through a gate, then along concrete walks, shaded from the sun. Finally, she was guided up a stairway, that seemed to be on the outside of a building, and she guessed that they had brought her to an apartment house.
"Okay! Here we are!"
"Can I take these glasses off, now?" she asked.
"Yeah! Go ahead! Then sit down on the couch ... and stay there!"
Taking off the glasses, she found herself in an apartment. The drapes were closed, and the lights were turned off; then as she glanced around the dim living room, she realized that the apartment was vacant and had been for some time.
Dejectedly, she sat down on the couch, while the long-haired man flopped into one of the occasional chairs opposite her. The other one had gone off into a bedroom, closing the door behind him. Listening carefully, she tried to pick up sounds drifting in from the outside. There didn't seem to be anything she could identify. The only thing she could say for sure was that the apartment wasn't near a freeway, or a main traffic artery ... and there were no sounds of the roar and whoosh of jet planes, which ruled out its being near an airport.
"What now?" she asked. "...Now, that we're here?"
"We wait!"
"What's the other man doing...?"
"Checking things out!"
"Are they ... in another apartment...?"
"You ask too many questions ... so knock it off!"
"I only wanted ... to...."
"I said cool it!" He shot her a malevolent look.
Alice knew better than to say more. She bit back any more questions and gazed around the room, aware that her guard was looking her over very carefully. Once she caught his eyes and saw in them twin pools of lewd desire. Oh, My God! The way he's looking at me ... I can almost tell what he's thinking! Did they lie to me? Did they get me to come here ... so they could ... rape me ... after all...? OOOOoooohhh!
* * *
Geneva showed Bob Cook into her ground-floor apartment and locked the door behind them. He stood in the middle of her living room looking around. It didn't take much of an eye, he decided, to see that everything in the room was top quality ... furniture, drapes, stereo, television set, along with the bric-a-brac, and if this was all paid for by her lover, his boss, Nick Redel, he knew it cost a good deal of money. How much money, he wouldn't even guess ... but he's married, too ... and keeping a mistress in this kind of style ... along with another home ... he's got to be shelling out a lot of money ... a hell of a lot of money!...And that was only the living room!
"Do you like it...?" Geneva cooed coming in behind him and reaching around to fondle his still-hard penis.
He whistled appreciatively and said, "Yes ... I do! Very much! Nick's no piker!"
"He takes good care of me!" She gave him a stroking pat that caused his throbbing cock to jerk hard against the cloth prison of his pants. "...And, I hope you'll take good care of me ... too ... with this!"
"Oh, I'll be able to handle that all right!" He turned and took her solidly into his arms, crushing her tight to him, his lips coming down to capture hers and his tongue lashing out into her waiting, open mouth. Christ yes! I'll handle her! He was so damned hot ... he would have stripped her naked, and right then and there!
As their tongues probed and intertwiningly, their lips mashed together tightly, Bob's hands explored the soft curves of her body, running down her back to the pliant, twin mounds of her buttocks, where he dug his fingers in hard, kneading and caressing, while she ground her loins undulantly up against the solid rigidity of his massively hardened cock.
The urgency of his hands and mouth was arousing Geneva to the point where she was almost ready to let herself go and enjoy this sexual liaison to the fullest, but she couldn't do that ... yet. Before I'm too far gone ... I've got to make sure he knows why he's here! She hated this part of it!...But, I've got to do it ... for Nick and me!
Placing both hands against Bob Cook's muscular chest, Geneva squirmed out of his arms, then went to the bar and opened it. "We'd better have that drink ... first!" she told him. "What'll you have?"
"You!" he growled.
"The drink, first ... some talk ... then we'll go to the bedroom ... if you still want to ... after I tell you what I've got to tell you!" Geneva said, struggling to get it all out.
Money! I'll bet that's what it is! She'll want to be paid! "What in the hell are you talking about, Geneva?"
"Your drink?" she parried.
"Scotch rocks!" he ground out, dropping down on the couch with exasperation and not a little feeling of frustration. Christ! I can't play in this league! He looked around, again, at the quality and opulence of Geneva's apartment.
She brought him the drink and perched on the couch beside him, holding her own glass in a none too steady hand. "Bob," she began, "I wasn't exactly honest in bringing you here ... and letting you think...."
"Yeah, I've already figured that out!" he groused. "Whatever the amount is ... I couldn't pay it ... so we might as well forget it! I'll thank you for the drink ... and you can take me back to work!"
Staring back at him, aghast, her green eyes blazing, Geneva gasped, "You think ... I'm...."
"Yeah! Nothing but a high-class whore!"
"I should feel insulted! Maybe I should even ... slap your face!" she said evenly. "...But instead I'll level with you ... because you should know just how much it will cost you!"
"Then, I was right!"
"Only partly!"
"Oh?"
"I don't want any money from you...Bob."
He had been sucking at his drink steadily, the whiskey warming his insides with a nice glow. Putting the glass down, Bob retorted sarcastically, "That's good ... but I can't think of anything else you'd want from me!"
"What I want from you ... is your promise to cooperate with someone else!"
"Cooperate ... on what?" Cooperate!? His mind clicked over, remembering last night's phone call.
"On a proposition that was made to you ... last night!"
God damn! Now his mind was racing at full speed. She knows about it ... and she knows who made that call! That means she may be in on it! No! Maybe she's not! She gets the benefit of it ... from Nick Redel! All this stuff here in her apartment! It's got to be Nick! He's hijacking his own trucks! Christ! This's part of the bribe! A quick fuck with Geneva ... if I look the other way ... while they steal the cargo off of my truck! "Proposition?" he asked trying to retain some semblance of calm. "What proposition...?"
"You were offered some money ... if you'd make it easy for certain people to get at your cargo!"
"Then, you know I turned it down cold ... unless they made it worth while! They were throwing me crumbs!"
"They thought it over ... and they want to make it right!"
"...And, a quick lay with you is supposed to clinch it ... is that it...?"
"You don't have to be that crude!" Geneva flared. "Besides ... I like you ... and we could both enjoy it!
"Whose idea was it for you to pull the Mata Hari bit ... yours...? ... Or Nick Redel's?"
Geneva recoiled as though she had been slapped in the face. "It ... it was ... my idea ... I don't want anybody to be hurt ... and Nick promised that this would be the last one! That's why I was willing to...."
"Throw yourself at me...?"
"Yes ... that's about it.. . " I'd be crazy to turn her down ... now! At least I've got something out of it so far! Nick Redel's the one doing the hijacking! Geneva knows what he's doing ... but he's got to have help! Now ... if I could find out who the others are ... Rod Cable'd be able to wrap it all up!
"I suppose you'd know what the cargo is ... too?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I do ... color television sets!"
"Very expensive!"
"Will you do it...Bob?"
"I'd be crazy to turn it down!" he told her with a smile. "Especially ... since you're part of the deal!" Picking up his glass, he finished his drink, put the glass down, again, and added, "...So, let's seal the bargain ... now!"
"All right...Bob. I'll keep my word!" She, too, downed the last of her drink, and as she set the glass down, leaned over to him offering her lips.
He kissed her fervently, and as her tongue burst into his mouth, his penis, which had become softened while they talked, leaped back to blood-surging, rock-hard erection!
As his hand searched out and found the full, softly pliant mound of her breast, his tongue jousted with hers, and he knew that this lovely woman would soon be squirming on the end of his cock. Damn! He could hardly wait to get her on a bed!...But, a disturbing thought stabbed achingly into his brain. Clirist! When Rod moves in on them ... she'll get busted, too ... as an accessory! It made him feel sad and sorry that it would have to happen that way ... unless I can leave her name out of it ... when I report what I've found out to Rod ... If he'd examined that idea closely, he might have discovered that it was more than a little selfish, because he was already thinking ahead ... to the next time ... and the time after that ... It'd be pretty hard for a man not to want to come back to a woman like Geneva Barton! She had a lot of things going for her!
...Then, her hand was there, up between his legs, doing naughtily stimulating things to him, as her fingers rubbed and caressed, outlining the length and breadth of his cloth-imprisoned cock.
Finally, it was Bob Cook who pulled his mouth away from hers, saying huskily, "Where's your bedroom, Geneva? I want you naked ... on a bed ... so I can fuck you ... right now!"
"Just follow me!" she murmured, her voice low and tremulant, as she rose lithely and headed for the short hallway and the door to her bedroom.
Nick Redel's red-headed mistress was already unbuttoning her blouse. She hadn't liked pulling the agreement to cooperate out of Bob Cook, but now that it was done, she was sincere in wanting to deliver. She'd give Bob the good time he expected, telling herself over and over that it was the right thing to do ... for her and Nick. Anyway ... it had been a long time, since she'd had a strange man in her bed. It was an exciting prospect. She'd almost begun to feel married to Nick Redel, for she had devoted over a year to him already, always hoping that he would shed that shrew of a wife!
Her blouse came off, and she tossed it carelessly to the back of a sleekly modern slipper chair, as Bob came into the room behind her to unhook her brassiere. The flimsy nylon garment came off swiftly and followed the blouse; then, she turned to face him, her breasts soaring magnificently free, full-mounded and smooth-skinned, laced with a delicate tracery of bluish veins against the almost translucent, milk-white flesh, unmarred by any trace of sun-tan lines.
Almost hypnotized. Bob sought them, his hands going out to cup them, feeling their velvety soft pliancy, and the tiny, hardening cones of her nipples growing to erection under his avid palms. With a gasp of delight his mouth followed to kiss and suck at the berry-like nipples. Damn! She is really some woman!
Geneva liked it. She had always liked it, when a man truly appreciated her breasts. As he paid them homage, one by one, tinglingly warm sensations flooded out through her body, the streams flowing confluently toward her belly where they were a racing torrent ... and she felt the heaviness of her excitement below, there in her still skirt-clad belly. Then, there was that feeling of moistness between the lips of her vagina, along with a trembling, weak-kneed anticipation. A soft, little, mewling moan escaped her lips. "Oh, Bob...."
With trembling hands, she fumbled with the clasp and zipper of her skirt, finally opening them and letting her skirt fall down around her ankles, leaving only her panties and nylon pantyhose covering her tempting nakedness.
Urgently, she squirmed from his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed to whisk off the remaining garments, then looking up at him through the green-sea turbulence in her eyes, she said, "Hurry, Bob! Let's get you naked ... too!"
He was already unbuttoning his shirt, but she came off the bed to him and began undoing his belt buckle and opening the fly of his pants. Now, his shirt was off. Next, he peeled off his undershirt, as she pushed his pants down, then knelt to untie his shoes. In a matter of moments he was stripped down to his shorts; then, Geneva pushed them down over the leanness of his hips to release the rampant length and breadth of his desire-hardened cock to her voracious gaze.
"Say...! You are quite a man!" she cooed with surprise and delight.
Stepping out of his shorts, Bob enfolded her again in his arms, welding their bodies together, while below her pelvis ground in tiny lewd circles against him where his rigid cock's shaft was entrapped between their naked bellies.
Then, of one mind, they moved to the bed, Geneva sinking down onto the soft mattress and pulling him down on top of her, as their mouths melded, tongues probed and savored with avid hunger.
Their hands were not idle. Slowly, deliriously, his hands moved up along her silky thighs, up to the full curving swell of her hips, while hers, also, moved over the solid muscularity of his back and shoulders. Then she writhed under him, spreading her legs, until the rock-hard length of his pulsing cock slid down to lie log-like up against the tender split of her moistly warm pussy.
After long moments of silent, physical communion, the deep soul kiss was broken. Bob slithered down her body, his voracious mouth wanting her lusciously magnificent breasts, again.
"Do you want to fuck me, Bob?" she moaned.
"Hell ... you know I do!" he told her. "I had that four day long-haul to San Francisco ... and last night Alice wouldn't let me touch her! Does that give you any idea of how bad I want it?"
"You poor man...! " she breathed sympathizing with him.
"...But, first.. . " he leered, "I'm going to have some fun with you!"
"What kind of ... fun...Bob...?" Geneva was a little apprehensive, afraid that he might have some weird ideas.
"Getting you really hot!"
"Do you mean ... using your mouth...?"
"You know it!" he grinned lewdly. "I'm going to lick your cunt...! "
"Oh, God ... I was hoping you would...Bob!" she breathed, as tingling excitement did something to her breathing, causing a catch in her voice.
His interest in her breasts was temporarily forgotten, as he began to move downward, while at the same time, Geneva writhed cat-like into position, spreading her legs wide and trembling with anticipation as she mewled, "Lick me good ... darling! Lick it ... and suck it ... good ... for me!"
"Don't worry ... Geneva. I will!"
...Then, his mouth was there, hanging over her loins, and he found that he, too, was super-charged with excitement, as he gazed down at the tender, pink flesh of her cuntal slit, fringed with softly curling red pubic hair only slightly darker than her tresses above. With a little groan, he dropped his head down to the magnificent feast she had spread before him, his tongue shooting out to thrust straight up into her lightly pulsing opening of her vagina, and he heard her mewl of pleasure coming involuntarily from deep in her chest.
* * *
Matt Lyman, waiting and watching from the bedroom window of the vacant apartment, on the floor above Geneva Barton's apartment, grinned with lewd delight, when he'd first seen Geneva sit down on the edge of the bed, in her bedroom across the narrow alleyway separating the two buildings, then as she peeled off her nylons and panties, he wished like hell that it could have been himself in that bedroom with her. I'd fuck the ass right off of her! He'd been warned off by Nick Redel, but it would be just a matter of time, Matt told himself ... until he got her in the sack ... one way or another ... He watched for a few more moments, enjoying it, while his penis jerked upright into surging erection. Finally, hating to share his ringside seat, but knowing he'd have to, he sighed, went to the door of the bedroom and called out, "Phil ... bring Mrs. Cook in here, now!"
Getting out of his chair, Norton said, "Let's go! The party's on!" He escorted her into the bedroom, feeling irked that Lyman had called out his name.
"Over here!" Matt told her. "Sit in this chair and look down to the right! Here's the glasses ... if you want to use them!" He handed her the binocular, waving his hand toward the chair near the window.
Tremblingly, Alice Cook took the glasses from him and sat down, with a sigh. Now that the moment was here, she was not sure that she wanted to see her husband with another woman. If it were true, she just knew that her heart would break on the spot....But, I'm here ... and I suppose the only way I'll know, for sure ... is to look!
She leaned forward to peer out through the window, down to the first floor and to the right a little, and found herself looking at a bed occupied by two naked people, a man and a woman. They were locked in an embrace, the man, black-headed like Bob, was lying on top of a red-haired woman, but their faces were partially obscured. She couldn't tell yet, although the man was built lithely, like her husband. Then, she raised the binocular to her eyes, adjusted the focus, and it was almost like she were in the bedroom, below, with them.
Just then, the man raised his head, breaking the kiss. She saw his face plainly, as he spoke to the red-haired woman. It's Bob! Oh, My God. . , It's really my husband! Unbidden tears gushed brimmingly to her eyes, dimming her vision to a blur. Lowering the glasses, she dug into her purse for a tissue. If her heart was breaking, she didn't feel what she thought she would feel. There was just a dull, forlorn feeling, as though she were lost in a vast desert, having no idea in which direction to go to save herself and being tempted with the idea of doing nothing to help would-be rescuers. She was a hollow, empty shell that would go on living of its own accord and for no apparent reason. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked again through the glasses, gasping at the lewd spectacle she was seeing.
Her husband's body was moving down toward the foot of the bed, while the woman spread her legs wide, and then as Bob's head dropped down between the white, tapering thighs, she knew what was going to happen. Ugh! My God! He's going to ... use his mouth ... on her ... down there! As Bob's head dipped down between the woman's thighs, his tongue lashing out to plunge into her vaginal opening, Alice was not prepared for the look of sheer joy that passed over the beautiful red-head's face. She saw the passion contorting that lovely face, and somehow, she found it obscene. Why ... she-likes it ... she wants it! How could she ... really enjoy something so ... nasty . : . and perverted!
...Then, behind her she was aware that the younger of the two men was watching, also, his breath labored in his lungs, and he murmured, "Damn! She really-likes having her cunt sucked ... doesn't she?"
The older, heavier man, grunted, "I just wish to Christ I was the one doing the eating!"
"Well.". . ? " Phil nodded his head in Alice's direction, saying meaningfully, "It'd be easy to arrange!"
Matt understood instantly what the younger man was thinking, and talking circumspectly, he warned, "It'd be harder to explain ... afterward, because there's a reservation ... which means that's a no-no!" He unbuttoned his jacket to expose the butt of his handgun stuck in the waistband of his pants. "Understand?"
"Yeah ... I dig...." Phil knew when not to push; however, his idea hadn't changed. First chance I get. . . I'll get her into a sack ... and teach her a few things about fucking!
Alice Cook couldn't take her eyes away now. As far as she could tell, her husband's mouth and tongue was sending the other woman into an unparalleled ecstasy. Her hips writhed and squirmed up against Bob's face, and Alice was almost certain she could hear the moans emitting from her mouth.
...And, as she watched, she was oblivious to the conversation of the two men ... completely unaware of the danger she had been in ... for a moment, not knowing that Phil Norton would have thrown her on the bare mattress there in that untenanted bedroom and raped her ... violently, if necessary, if she had been the least bit uncooperative ... and she didn't know that Matt Lyman had forestalled it with a silent threat!
* * *
On the bed in Geneva Barton's apartment, Bob Cook savored Geneva Barton's pungent female flavor on his tongue, as he stabbed in and out of her sensitive and warmly moist cuntal passage, in imitation of a man's hardened cock, then, as he used his thumbs to spread aside the tender fleshy lips of her cunt, he locked his mouth to the further exposed tender flesh of her pussy and began to swirl his tongue around and around, just inside the vestibule of her cunt in a rimming motion. Above him he heard her gasping moans of desire.
"Oh! OOOOoooohhh! God...Bob ... don't forget my clit! Lick it with your tongue ... darling! Lick it!"
Withdrawing his tongue from her vagina, he shifted upward to find the secret, erect shaft of her clitoris, in its protective folds of sparsely hair-fringed flesh. His tongue was right on the tiny bud, and following her directions, he used the tip of it to tease tauntingly, licking upward against the miniature phallus, much as he remembered licking an ice-cream-cone ... when he was a young boy.
Below, as he used his tongue to bring her to full arousal, Bob felt the aching lurches in his rock-hard cock, and he wasn't sure how long he could wait, before he'd have to get it into her. Damn! I've never been this hot ... before!
Now, he took the short length of her throbbing clitoris between his lips lightly, shooting his tongue rhythmically right against the tiny, nerve-rich head of the miniature phallus, beating a drumming tatoo there that brought even more moans of rapture from the mouth of Nick Redel's mistress.
After a few moments, she was saying with a husky, panting voice, "Bob ... let me do you ... too! Turn around ... so I can suck your cock ... at the same time!"
Lifting his head, he asked, "You mean ... the sixty-nine position...?"
"Yes! Would you like that?"
Without hesitation or a second invitation, Bob Cook shifted his body around, swapping end for end, his knees obscenely straddling her head and his mouth coming down into the angle of her widespread thighs. As soon as he was there, in position above her, Geneva Barton grasped the imposing massiveness of his hardened cock's shaft and deftly pulled the heavy foreskin back to reveal the pulsing, blood-engorged head of it. In the next instant, she had rounded her lips to envelop the entire coronal rim, taking it up into her mouth where her waiting tongue laved and caressed it swirlingly.
The moist warmth of her softly sucking mouth on the huge bulbous head of his cock, sent arcing sensations flashing through his naked loins to ground sparklingly there in the sledge-hammering heart-beat of his lust-incited cock. God! That feels good! He wished then ... that someway, somehow he could convince his wife Alice that she, too, could learn to do it! Alice! Would she ever be able to understand why he was doing this ... if she ever found out? Christ! I don't know ... because it's more than just a quick lay ... now! I've got to get the word to Rod Cable ... as soon as I can!
* * *
It had been no trouble at all for Rod to find out the apartment number. He had watched covertly, as Bob Cook and Redel's red-headed secretary entered, then a quick look at the tiers of mail boxes yielded her name: Miss Geneva Barton.
Scouting around the outside of the building, he located her bedroom window giving onto a narrow space between two buildings. He couldn't be absolutely sure, but a married man being taken to a woman's apartment in the daytime only seemed to add up to one thing, in his mind: Sex. ... So, he checked out the bedroom, and to his satisfaction found that his guess was right. Redel's secretary is a damned lovely woman, he decided, but how the hell does she fit into the picture?
The insurance investigator watched them for several minutes, after they came into the room ... watched as their love-making progressed from kisses and embraces to the young truck driver's slithering down her body to use his mouth on her pussy. Damn! She really goes for that!
Murmuring voices came to him from the apartment above, and he decided that someone else was obviously enjoying the sex-show in Miss Barton's bedroom. Much as he hated to leave, now, he knew that it was best. There's no point in getting any of the tenants on their ear ... if they see me prowling around down here! He left the way he had come ... quickly and silently.
Back in his car, Rod picked up the car phone and dialed the Great American Insurance Company. Getting his boss on the line he asked, "What have we got on Miss Geneva Barton, Apartment 23-B, Palm Garden Court ... on Winchester? She's Redel's secretary...."
Then, he headed back to his stake-out of the Red "LL" truck yards, with the assurance of his Chief Investigator that they'd get back to him with the information he'd requested. Hell! There's a chance we missed something there! She just might be a very important part of the whole thing!
* * *
Alice was repulsed, as she saw her husband's hardened penis being absorbed up into the other woman's lewdly sucking mouth ... but she couldn't stop watching the disgusting display. Ugh! That's even worse! How can she do it? Then, she had to know!
"Who is that ... woman ... with my husband?" she asked.
Matt took his. eyes off the lewd spectacle below long enough to grunt, "No names, now! Later on ... you'll be told, I imagine ... but I can't tell you her name!"
"...But why...?"
Suddenly, the younger man hissed, "Matt! There's a guy down there ... watching too."
"Where...?"
"There!" Phil pointed.
"Hell! He's probably just a peeper ... getting his jollies!"
"Well ... he's gone, now!" Phil observed. "He must have heard us, up here!"
"Did you get a good look at him!"
"No! He's tall ... with blond hair. That's all I got!"
"Probably nothing to worry about ... Forget him!"
Gazing through the binoculars, Alice saw more and yet more of her husband's massively erect cock enter the wanton red-haired woman's mouth, and even though she abhorred it, she felt a flickering warmth in her own loins, deep in her belly, as sensations of sexual longing began to wash over her. There was that sensuous feel of moisture down there, between the lips of her vagina, and she found herself squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to throttle those unbidden feelings. In actuality, the rhythmic movements of her thighs, imperceptible except to a very close observer, only served to heighten and intensify her slowly building arousal. She was so absorbed now in watching her own husband fuck a total stranger that she ignored the two men's conversation concerning another man who had been watching.
She was thinking about other, more important things. Could I learn ... to do those horrible things ... if it meant the difference ... between holding Bob ... or losing him? She didn't know! How could she know ... when everything she had been taught from her childhood ruled against it!
* * *
Geneva, lying on the bed beneath Bob Cook, with his hotly expanding cock deep in her mouth and down her throat, sucked on it hungrily, using her tongue much as a little baby nurses, knowing that she was producing exquisite sensations in him. Then, as his hips began to flex involuntarily, driving his thick length deeper yet back into her throat, she held her head quite still, her lips maintaining their warm, elastic enfoldment of his hardened, urgently demanding cock and allowing him to use her mouth as a substitute cunt, for she was sure now that he must be too far along ... to switch, again...
She certainly was! Undulantly, she writhed her fire-filled loins up to his face, signaling mutely and more plainly than mere words what she wanted, as moaning mewls of spiraling rapture issued from her cock-stuffed mouth. Only a little while longer! Just ... a ... little ... more! God! What his tongue is ... doing to me!
Feeling it nearing for him, the fiery, molten lava of his sperm trying to break through the dam of blood-engorged flesh at the root of his hard thrusting cock, Bob began to plunge wildly and uncontrollably deep into her sucking mouth, as he too realized that now they would cum together just as they were. He had to cum, soon! God! I'll have to shoot my load ... right into her mouth! It was an exhilarating idea ... wild, crazy and even more stimulating. He felt his lust-tightened penis jerking expandingly as it moved demandingly in and out of her roundly ovaled lips and drove deep into her throat.
Now, he moved his mouth downward and welded it tightly over her wetly seeping cuntal mouth to use his tongue stabbingly like an imitation cock fucking in and out of her wildly clasping vaginal opening. Clenching and clasping right there before his eyes was the winking brown ring of her anus in the smooth, hairless crease between her crazily gyrating buttocks.
He had heard how some women fully enjoyed it back there. Knowing, now, that time was running out for him ... that he was practically on the count-down to the blast-off of his payload of scalding sperm, Bob decided on the spur of the moment to do it to her. I don't know whether she'll like it or not ... but here goes!
Boldly, Bob slid his hand around over the roundly straining flesh of her ass-cheek, his middle finger probing toward the tiny, nether opening. As he touched it, he felt the erotic shock of arcing sensations set off in her and heard her gasping groan of ecstatic pleasure; then dipping his fingertip in the viscous droplets of moisture that dribbled from her hotly moist cuntal opening, he circled the rear portal of her anus, again, before pushing up into it experimentally. She recoiled momentarily, but in the next instant, her hips gyrated up against the invasion of his finger. Then, he pushed hard, his middle finger going into her to the second knuckle, and she was writhing crazily, as she was skewered, attempting to absorb all of the strange invader in her rear passage.
...Then suddenly, he was cumming, his lurching cock pumping his hot white sperm searingly through the thick length of his cock, to spurt from its slitted head, deep into her desperately swallowing throat. His ejaculate spewed from him in a seemingly never-ending stream of attendant rapture. Damn! It felt wonderful ... and somehow different! It was a new sensation, he decided, because she was sucking on it at the same time. Desperately, then, he rammed his middle finger all the way up to the palm of his hand in her tightly clenching ass-hole, feeling the soft sponginess of her rectum and its clasping muscles, as he withdrew and rammed, again and again ... and again, in tempo with his tongue that fucked wildly in and out of her tender, searingly aroused cunt's mouth.
As he plunged his still-climaxing cock deeply into her mouth and throat, for the last time, before holding himself rigidly in place above her while his wildly pumping cock flooded her mouth, Geneva erupted convulsively, her body squirming and writhing heavingly. Oh, Godddddd! I'm c u m ming! I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnnggg!
...But, she couldn't scream! Bob Cook's penis, deep in her mouth, was still spewing, and he held her down forcefully, his pelvis tight against her chin. Then, as both his tongue and finger ravaged her loins at the same time tantalizing her beyond reason, Nick Redel's red-headed mistress desperately heaved herself free of him, his still jerking cock popping from her mouth to he against her chest, the dregs of his cum smearing excitedly on the mounds of her breasts ... and she screamed out her ecstatic joy in full throat. "AAAAAaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My God! MY GOD!"
In the apartment above and across the alley, Bob's wife, Alice, watched with mounting fervor, not understanding how her viewing of the lewd spectacle below could be working fermentingly deep in her own belly. Her breath seemed to have a catch in it ... and she was aware only vaguely that a pair of hands had snaked down over her shoulders to knead and massage at her breasts. Momentarily, she imagined that they were Bob's hands...But No! They couldn't be! She looked around to see that it was the younger of the two men, who had sneaked in behind her chair and was taking advantage of her.
"No! Please ... don't...! " Alice whined.
The bulky, older man, Matt Lyman, took his eyes away from the climaxing couple below, long enough to see that his partner Phil Norton was rubbing at Bob Cook's wife's breasts in direct disobedience to his orders.
"God damn it! Phil ... take your hands off her!"
"Doesn't watching the show down there ... make you want a piece of ass too?" the young man leered back.
, 'Hell yes, it does!" Matt spat back at him. "But I've got enough sense to know that when the boss says 'hands off it means just that!"
"But ... she's here! We're both hot ... and so's she, now! So what difference does it make?"
"I don't know ... but I told you to take your hands off of her ... or I'll shoot your God damned cock off ... right now!" Matt told him with deadly seriousness. His pistol was suddenly in his hand.
Norton backed away with a snarl, "Okay, big man! I'll do it ... this time ... but watch out! I'm going to get me a piece, too ... to even things up!"
"Remind me to never turn my back on you, then!" Matt grunted and returned his pistol to the waist band of his trousers.
Alice had watched and listened to the men's argument with paralyzing fear, not completely understanding it but grateful to the older man for having driven the younger one away from her. When the gun had appeared in his hand, she had wanted to scream but nothing came from her throat, as her heart pounded with trip-hammer speed. My God! He wanted to ... rape me ... and he would have ... if that man hadn't stopped him!
Dumbly, she handed the binoculars to Matt, her eyes thanking him for what he had done. Then, finding her voice she , asked almost imperceptibly, "Will you take me ... home please? I've ... seen enough!"
"Sure! Put those dark glasses back on and we'll leave!" Matt told her.
When they reached the car, Matt ordered, "You drive, punk ... and keep both hands on the wheel! I'll sit in back!"
The ride back to the Cook's house was silent.
Matt escorted her to the door. "This is the end of the tour, Mrs. Cook ... and I want you to remember that you were not harmed in any way!"
"I understand...." she said tiredly and went into her house. Everything was the same ... yet everything was different.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Exultantly Bob groaned his satisfaction, as he crawled from on top of Geneva and lay down beside her, "Christ! That was great! I just kept cumming!"
"Em glad you liked it...Bob," Geneva smiled, "because I did, too!"
"I feel like more of the same...."
"Don't be greedy!"
"Em not kidding!" he told her.
"You'll ruin everything! Anyway ... we have to get back...."
"I mean ... after this is all over."
"That's impossible!" Geneva flared. "I'm Nick's girl ... remember? This was a one-time thing!" Then softening, she continued, "Em sorry, Bob ... but that's the way it has to be!"
"If you say so, but I don't like it!"
The idea became more solidly planted in his mind. Hell! With Nick out of the way ... it'd be easy to move in on her. . .for some regular fucking ... on the side ... at least for awhile ... until she finds another guy like Nick ... to keep her in the style he has! He was more determined than ever that her name would never be mentioned in his reports to the insurance investigator, Rod Cable.
"We've got to get dressed!" Nick's mistress said with determination, getting off the bed and padding nakedly toward the bathroom.
"Well, hell ... according to what Matt told me, you really had yourself a ball!" Nick groused. He and Geneva were in his private office, and he was feeling pangs of jealousy.
"You wouldn't want me to fake it would you?" Geneva returned.
"With somebody else? Yes!"
"If it's any consolation ... darling, I just sucked him off.. . "
"Yeah, I know ... and got your cunt licked! Matt told me all about it!"
"You should be pleased ... that he didn't actually fuck me ... if it's so damned important to you!" Geneva flared.
"You didn't have to like it so much!" Nick was petulant. "...And, now, I'm going to tell you something, Baby! That makes me want to get my cock into that little blonde wife of Cook's all the more ... and I'm going to have some real fun doing it!"
"Go ahead!"
"I sure as hell will!"
"Bob wanted to see me again!" the red-head taunted.
"Over my dead body!" Nick Redel roared. "Then, why are you so set on fucking Bob's wife?"
"Two reasons ... Geneva Baby! To make damned sure that there are no hitches in getting that load of TV sets ... and to get even with you ... and him ... for this morning's little sex romp in your bed!"
Despondently, her thoughts tumbling through her mind in incoherent jumbles, Alice tried to think things through. One of her first thoughts was one of rejection. She would just pack up and leave...That idea was soon abandoned. That's just running away! No! She had to stay with Bob and work things out. Her marriage meant too much to her. Even though she had seen him committing adultery with that red-haired woman, she wouldn't let her love for her husband die. Anyway ... I'm probably at fault ... for not being the kind of sexy wife he wants! Then, she remembered how she had become partially aroused just watching while he had used his mouth on that red-haired woman ... and in return had done the same to him....And, she had to admit to herself that for a moment or two, she had actually enjoyed having that horrible young man caress and massage her breasts while she was watching that lewd scene in the other woman's bedroom. ... So, maybe ... if I put my mind to it ... I could learn to do some of those nasty things ... if it'd keep Bob from going to other women! I wouldn't have to like it ... I suppose ... but I could go through with it ... just because I love Bob so much!
Listlessly, she only snacked for lunch, and she didn't have any interest in getting her household chores done. It was going to be a long day, she decided, until Bob came home, and she'd be able to talk to him. She promised herself that she would be calm, cool and collected, and they would talk it all out on a mature, adult level.
Finishing up a second cup of coffee she hadn't really wanted, Alice got up and put the dishes in the sink. The doorbell rang, startling her.
She didn't want to see anyone, especially neighbors, and if it were a salesman, she would send him on his way fast. Going to the front door, she opened it a crack and saw that a man stood there. He was well-dressed with graying hair and a full moustache.
"Yes...?" she asked his business dully.
"Mrs. Cook?" he inquired politely enough. "Mrs. Alice Cook...?"
"Yes...."
"I'm Nicholas Redel, owner of The Big Red "L" Trucking Company...."
"Oh...?"
"...And, your husband's boss!" he smiled. "I've got to talk to you about him!"
"Is something ... wrong ....?" Her mind raced, envisioning accidents that might have happened.
"It's important that I talk to you. May I come in...?"
Alice saw no reason why her husband's employer shouldn't come in to talk to her. She opened the door invitingly and said, "Please come in, Mr. Redel...." She was still puzzled as to the reason for his unexpected visit. Actually, she realized, he hadn't told her a reason yet.
"What about Bob? What is it you want to tell me ... about my husband?"
Redel was inside, now, the door closed, and he moved smoothly into the purpose of his visit ... somewhat obliquely.
"Shall we sit down ... and be comfortable, while we chat?" Nick suggested.
"Why yes ... of course...." She showed him to a seat on the couch, while she sat in an occasional chair opposite him.
"Nice place...." Nick observed, making small talk while his eyes devoured the supple curves of her young body.
"It isn't much ... but we're comfortable...."
"Do you and Bob get along pretty well...?"
It was a strange question, and she hesitated a moment before answering, "Yes ... pretty well. . . "
"...And, I take it you love him ... a great deal...?"
"Yes ... I do!"
"A funny thing was told me this morning ... concerning your husband and a woman I love very much!" he grated. "And according to what I was told ... you know about this, too!"
Alice's heart skipped a beat and a flash of fear and dread stabbed deep into her belly. "Do you ... mean...?"
"I mean that somebody called me on the phone and told me that your husband was seen making love to ... my woman friend!"
"...With the red hair...?" Alice gasped.
"Yes! Now, this man who called me said that you knew about it! Do you?"
"Yes! I do ... because two men came and took me someplace ... an apartment ... and practically made me watch it!"
"They're blackmailers!" Nick told her ominously.
Alice recoiled at the word. "Blackmail!...But, what could they want from us? We don't have any money!"
"I think they're trying to get at me ... somehow!"
"Oh, I see...." She was relieved.
"But it's true, then, that Bob was there ... fucking Geneva in her apartment?"
Her cheeks flamed. "Yes...." she murmured. "But, I don't understand...."
"Neither do I except for one thing! Your husband had no business messing around with my woman!"
"She's ... not your wife...?"
"No! But, I love her more than I ever loved my wife!"
"You're jealous...?"
"You're damned right I am!" Nick bellowed. "And I'm also looking for some kind of justice!"
Oh, God! He's going to do something ... something awful to Boh! "Please?" she begged, "Don't do anything to Bob ... for doing what he did! Heavens knows it was wrong ... but maybe it was partly my fault ... in turning him down ... last night!"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to him. I'm just going to even the score!" he leered.
"I don't understand...."
"It's you, Baby! Your husband fucked Geneva ... and turn-about ought to be fair play, so you and I are going to have a little party ... a fucking party in your bed!"
Not only did his language jar her, but the very idea he expressed left her in a cold sweat. Oh, No! My God! His idea of getting even ... is ... to ... rape me! She had to get away from this monstrous madman!
Strangling noises issued from her throat, as a scream built up inside her. Numb with fear she slipped from her chair and ran blindly toward the front door. I'll be safe outside ... where I can call for help!
Nick Redel caught her in three steps, his strong arms pinioning hers first; then as she opened her mouth to scream, one of his hands shifted up to cover her mouth. Holding her close, he felt her body trembling with fright.
He whispered huskily into her ear, "Now, listen you little bitch! I don't want to hurt you ... and I won't as long as you cooperate. You're going to get fucked anyway, so you might as well enjoy it! Do you understand?"
Taking his hand away from her mouth, he asked again, "Do you ... understand?"
"...Only ... that you're trying to ... rape me!" she answered, gasping for breath.
"There'll be no rape, and you won't be hurt! All you have to do is be nice to me ... and I'll do the rest! You'll end up begging me to fuck you!"
He was standing behind her, and now one of his hands found the full roundness of a breast, his fingers digging into the softly resilient flesh through her clothing. She was petrified with fear. God! How do I ... just let a complete stranger ... make love to me? She couldn't! Again, she struggled to escape, writhing from his grasp to lunge toward her front door.
"Don't be stupid!" her husband's boss rasped into her ear, as he captured her easily.
Then, he forced her toward the bedroom door; as they went through it, he kicked it shut behind them. Walking her over to stand in front of the mirror above the dresser, he reached down and picked up a tube of her lipstick. Opening it, he told her threateningly, "One more like that ... and this's what you'll look like ... after they sew you up!"
Using the lipstick like a piece of chalk, he drew a swift line from her temple that swept down across her cheek, barely skirting her mouth and curving in just above the jawline, came into the slight horizontal crease in her chin, just below her lower Up.
Completely horror-stricken, Alice saw her disfigured face; tracing with her eyes the illustration he had drawn, she imagined only too easily how it would be ... if it were real! OOOooohhh! God! Tears filled her eyes and dribbled down her cheeks.
"You ... you ... wouldn't dare...?"
"You wouldn't want to find out ... would you?" Nick countered.
"No! God no!" she trembled.
"Then, you know what to do!"
It was one of the most difficult decisions Alice had ever made. She didn't dare to find out whether his threat was serious or not. The vision of her face slashed was too real. It was like a waking nightmare that pounded through her brain.
"Yes ... yes, I know...." she said dully, feeling the way she imagined a condemned criminal must feel when he begins the final walk to the execution chamber. She was trapped. There was no escaping this man's determined desire for her. I'll just have to ... go through with it ... even if it makes me ... an adultress ... too! What else could she do?
Nick knew he had won; the threat of cutting her face was a psychological victory for him, which he had improvised on the instant, and he gloated to himself: Damn! I should have been an actor! I made her believe it ... and she's going to be all mine ... just like that! Christ! I'm really going to enjoy this! I'll fuck her absolutely silly!
"Okay, Baby doll ... I want you naked!" he told her.
Alice didn't move from the spot where she was standing, so Nick came around to face her, turning her away from the mirror, his hands going out to unbutton her blouse. She remained standing docilely as he removed first her blouse, then her skirt, making no move to help him but not hindering him, either.
"You're some woman...." he complimented as he surveyed her through lewdly salacious eyes.
...Then, he was unhooking her brassiere and removing it to allow the full, milk-white mounds of her breasts to spring forth resiliently from their cloth confines.
Redel gasped with pleased surprise, as he tossed her brassiere carelessly aside, his hotly avid hands going out to cup and caress the satin-skinned fullness of her breasts, feeling them pliant and exquisitely alluring, and grinning to himself with the knowledge of her arousal when her coral-pink, berry-like nipples began to harden and thrust out into the palms of his hands. "Beautiful!" he breathed appreciatively, as his mouth came down hungrily to encompass the whole of one tiny erect nipple, his mouth taking all of the areola as well to suck and nibble.
In spite of herself, Alice felt the awakening of her body to his manipulations ... and she didn't want that! God! Why should I have to enjoy it? He's forcing me ... no matter what he says ... and that's still ... rape!
She groaned aloud, but it wasn't a groan of rising passion; it rose from the very depths of her being signaling her defeat, but Nick interpreted her soul-tortured moan as one of pleasure. He raised his head reluctantly from his sucking and nuzzling of her breast remarking, "Starting to feel good already...?"
"No! I ... just don't...."
"It will, Doll ... you'll see!" he told her with bragging confidence, his hands moving down over her rib cage into the nipped-in curve of her waist where he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her white nylon panties and pushed them slowly down over the svelte, curving sweep of her hips, finally letting the thin, silky garment fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles, revealing her naked beauty in all its fresh young sexiness. Numbly, she stepped out of her panties and kicked off her shoes, ready to keep her forced bargain with him, feeling almost as though she had made a compact with the devil.
With a resigned sigh, she sat down on the edge of the bed, while Nick Redel began to strip himself naked. Rapidly, he removed his clothing, his eyes glued on her admiring the beauty of her tender, young body. Hell! She's younger than I thought ... not more than nineteen. I'd guess...
Now, he stepped out of his shorts and the rampantly hardened shaft of his long and thick cock, imposingly massive and throbbing with vibrant life, was nakedly ' exposed to her fear-filled eyes.
It's ... It's monstrous! How'll I ever ... he able to ... take all of that ... up inside me.. . ? Alice looked away, not wanting to think about the time, not too far away, when he'd be shoving that thing into her tender and secret vaginal opening. Ugh! She hated the very thought of it.
Nick came to stand muscularly solid in front of Bob Cook's wife, and as he stood on slightly spread legs his hand went down to stroke caressingly the rock-hard length of his cock, his voice brittle and demanding, "You'd better take a good look at my cock ... so you'll know what you're going to be getting!"
Turning her head back around, she eyed it with mounting awe, watching mesmerized as his hand pulled the heavy foreskin back to release the heavy, blood-engorged head, all red, shiny and throbbing with his excited heartbeat.
"It's so ... huge...! " she choked.
Pleased, Nick Redel chortled and crawled up on the bed, reaching out to pull her down beside him. "Yes! You're really quite a woman!" His hand roamed down across the flat, naked plane of her belly until his fingers rummaged in the soft golden curls of her pubic hair, and grinning to himself as he noted her tightly clenched thighs, he smoothly inserted his middle finger into the fleshy crevice at the top of her fear-quivering pussy's slit. "Open those lovely thighs, doll! I want to play with your clit for awhile!" he ordered harshly.
"Oh, please ... Mr. Redel.. . " she begged. "Please ... don't!"
He laughed. "You'd better start calling me Nick, because when I've got my cock in you fucking you silly ... it's going to sound funny for you to say something like, 'Fuck me ... Mr. Redel!"
"You're nasty!" Alice shot back.
"Oh! You don't like words like that...?"
"No!"
"You'll get used to them! You'll even be using them yourself ... before we're through!" he grinned. "Now ... get your legs open ... so I can get at that luscious cunt of yours!"
His middle finger had been insinuated into her trembling slit until he was now stroking the tiny bud of her rapidly hardening clitoris within the folds of her sparsely hair-lined cuntal lips. Adamantly she refused to do it, just as she-likewise refused to believe that he could make her use those vile words.
"No! I ... I can't let ... you ... do it ... to me!"
"Baby ... you don't have a choice ... unless you want that beautiful face ruined!"
Unconsciously, she had tested ... wanting to know whether his threat was real. Oh, God! He really means it!
Abject defeat, disgust with her own weakness and paralyzing fear were all mingled in her, and she slowly relaxed the muscles of her smoothly tapering thighs, allowing them to splay out and reveal the coralline pinkness of her vaginal split, glistening dully with the excited wetness that had begun to flow down between her legs. The tiny twin tongues of her tender inner petals peeped out shyly and, above, the now fully erect shaft of her clitoris was pulsing excitedly with her building arousal.
It was beginning, and she couldn't stop it!
Tears of humiliation brimmed over her eyelids, as she realized that his tantalizing finger was eliciting responses from her that she didn't want; the sensitive bud of her clitoris was a traitor to her, as she felt the sparks of passion ignited in her belly ... sparks that demanded more fuel, and uncontrollably, her hips began to gyrate in tiny, undulant circles under her to supply the very thing she wanted to avoid.
Leaning above Bob Cook's wife, her husband's employer lowered his head to capture her lips, his tongue pressing at the barrier of her lips and teeth. Futilely she tried to twist her head aside to escape the uncomfortable bristles of his moustache and the avid demands of his mouth and tongue. Finally, he used his strong hand, his thumb and finger pressing in on either side of her jaw to force her mouth open, and as her mouth flew open, his tongue invaded the moist warmth of her oral cavern searchingly. He kissed her deeply, savoring the sweetness of her mouth, while at the same time his hand massaged caressingly at her nakedly defenseless cunt. There seemed to be no way she could thwart him ... resist him; he was able to do almost anything he wanted with her. Oh, God! It's ... hopeless...!
Then, he heaved himself up on top of her, dropping the full weight of his solid body down on her, the thick length of his pulsing cock coming in hard against the hotly aroused flesh of her pussy and lying long and hard in the moist fleshy slit of her cunt. Now, his hands clawed at the smooth, mounded fullness of her breasts with savage intensity, and his mouth dropped down, again, seeking to kiss her, his tongue lashing out into her mouth, as he captured her reluctant lips. The lewd squeezing of her breasts brought a whimper of pain gurgling up into her throat, and she writhed beneath him, attempting to escape it ... but her body's squirming only served to excite her the more as her nakedly exposed cuntal slit worked up and down the hard shaft of his cock.
After several long moments, Redel raised his head and grunted, "You're a regular little wildcat, aren't you? But you're not getting hot ... fast enough ... and Baby ... before I'm through with you ... you'll be going out of your mind!"
Alice didn't understand his meaning until it was too late. He slithered downward over her body, his head coming down until it was just inches above the golden mound of her pubic hair. Deliberately, he placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and began to spread them even wider apart. She tried to resist him, the muscles of her legs straining to keep her thighs closed, but it was futile; he was too strong.
Whining in her throat, she looked down between the twin peaks of her breasts to see him gazing down at the nakedly exposed spectacle of her young, tender pussy. Never had she seen such raw desire as his passion-distorted face hanging there, poised just above her softly palpitating cunt.
"Please...? Don't ... do that ... Nick!" she begged.
"Why not?"
"...Because ... nobody's ever...."
"Licked your cunt...?" he finished. "That's a hell of a note! Why not?"
"Because ... I think it's nasty!"
"You've been misguided!" he grunted. "And, you've been missing half the fun!"
Then, petrified with fear, she felt him place his thumbs on either side of her vaginal lips and slowly pull apart the lips of her fearfully cringing cunt, exposing the innermost, secret passage to his lewd gaze. The hot wash of his breath was there on the sensitive pink-hued flesh, and she moaned in an agony of debased humiliation, as still watching, unable to tear her terror-stricken eyes away, the scared young housewife saw her husband's boss lower his head deliberately down between her trembling, white thighs and felt the moist warm length of his tongue slide sinuously straight into the opening of her defenselessly quivering vagina. OOOOooooohhh no!
Instinctively, her body responded, twitching convulsively away from his invading tongue, her hips grinding down into the mattress in a desperate attempt to escape the unnatural outrage she thought he was perpetrating against her defenseless cunt. She was repulsed, as she felt his tongue stabbing in and out of her vaginal passage. It was wrong. She was being debased, humiliated ... tortured. "NOOooo! Oh, God! NOOOOOOOOOO!" she groaned helplessly.
...But, even as she begged in her shame for him to stop, tiny forbidden sensations of sexual pleasure had begun to surge unstoppably through her whole body, generated by his animal-like stimulation of her moistly quaking cuntal passage. Desperately, she fought against it, not wanting to admit that wild, sensual desire was racing maddeningly along her nerve endings, slashing at her loins with explosive power and causing her body to want to subject itself to yet more of this stranger's lewd, salacious, oral stimulation. Her body had deserted her, in spite of her feelings of humiliation and hate for what he was doing to her.
Staring up at her over the golden, softly curling hair of her pubic triangle, she saw his eyes, sadistic and expectant, watching her. And somehow she knew that while his tongue slid in and out of the widespread slit between her legs with moistly obscene sucking sounds, the trucking magnate was waiting for her to surrender to him unconditionally. Oh, God! His tongue is driving me crazy ... but I won't give in to him! I won't!
Nick's eyes watched her fixedly, her passion-contorted face telling him plainly of the raging battle within her, as his tongue thrust unceasingly in and out of her now wildly throbbing vagina, and he knew she was getting hot. In a few minutes she'll be so far gone ... she won't know which way's up!
...Then, I'll be able to do anything I want to with her!
* * *
Outside the Cook's bedroom window, screened by plantings, Phil Norton focused the automatic camera Nick Redel had given him for his job and clicked the shutter; then, squatting down behind the plants he pulled out the first piece of paper which set the developing process in motion. The camera's automatic timer told him when to peel off the finished picture. It was in color, a little dark because of shooting into the bedroom, but the figures on the bed were completely recognizable, especially Alice Cook's face with passionate desire contorting it.
Phil understood now what Nick Redel was doing, but he still was filled with determination to have that little, blonde bitch, himself. Christ! He wanted her so bad, he could almost taste it!...But, I'll wait! After this's all done with ... I'll be back here to fuck her ... maybe teach her to suck cock, too ... since she makes herself out so God damned innocent-like!
* * *
Shifting upward, Nick Redel's lips found the erect, now wildly pulsating shaft of his driver's wife's clitoris. He heard her whimpering mewl of agonized pleasure, as he danced his tongue up and down its short, hardened length, finally taking it between his teeth, holding it lightly, while his tongue ran maddeningly around and around the tiny, sensitive head.
Convulsively, Alice Cook's loins jerked up at him involuntarily and began to grind against his mouth in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his hotly tantalizing tongue. Her head began to roll back and forth, the wild, lewd sensations crashing through her so intense that her eyes were glazing, and her heartbeat pounded drum-like in her ears. Then, reaching under her knees, he pulled her legs up and draped them over his shoulders, his hands going beneath the firmly quivering ass-cheeks of her buttocks to pull her tighter and harder against his cunt-plundering mouth and tongue, and he reveled in the sounds of her helpless passion that spilled from her mouth, now, in unceasing moans of ecstasy.
... Suddenly, her hands were reaching out to him, her fingers entangling themselves in his graying sandy hair to pull him in closer yet to the searingly demanding hole of her pussy. She had lost the desperate battle. She was his! She's ready to start crawling up the walls...!
For good measure, Nick pressured his tongue down through her wildly aroused cuntal slit, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed grindingly in lewd circles up to his hotly stimulating tongue, her hands pulling steadily on his hair ... and thunder bolts of sensation crackled through her when his flicking tongue teased at the sensitive, hidden ring of her anus.
Alice wanted to scream at the first touch of his tongue, but it was changed to a whining moan of sensual pleasure in the next instant....Then, she was almost screaming, "Oh, God ... Nick! Do it ... to me! Don't torture me ... any more! Pleeeeeeaasse?"
It was what Nick had been waiting for: She's asking for it! He could barely contain his elation, for in a very few moments he was going to shove his aching cock into her gorgeous, little cunt and fuck her half to death. His load had been building in his balls as he waited for her to break, and now he could hardly wait until he shot his hot cum into her tight, young, tender cunt! Christ! It'll be worth it ... though!
He jerked his head free of her urging hands, raised his head and looked up into her desire-contorted face. "Now ... you're hot enough to fuck, Baby doll!" he grinned with lewd triumph.
As he levered himself up over her, his enormously hardened cock coming up into the moist wet angle of her thighs, her eyes locked on it, seeing it long, thick and throbbing with a life of its own, and she knew she had to have it plunging in and out of her desperately demanding vaginal passage. If she couldn't have it right now, she'd go stark, raving mad with frustration.
"Okay! If you want it so bad ... take my cock in your hand and guide it into that twitching little cunt of yours!" he ordered.
"No! Oh, God, Nick! Don't ... make me wait ... any longer!"
"Put it in!"
"OOOoooohhhhh!"
Not wanting to do it, and feeling a final debasement, her hand reached out, disobeying her remaining, feeble will, toward the pulsing shaft of his penis, pausing in indecision for a moment before her tiny fingers tried to encircle its massively throbbing girth. Then, trembling with a strange, heady excitement, she felt its hot, vibrant warmth, and using the bulbous head, inflated with lust-entrapped blood, she parted the golden, hair-lined lips of her moistly pleading cunt and placed the angry red head of his cock directly up in the trembling entrance of her searing vagina. She was ready, her brain shocked and reeling with both fear and anticipation. Oh, My God ... I can't help it! I can't stop! ... For, dimly, she realized that in the next instant she would be a party to the forbidden act of adultery! Adultery! Oh, God! No!
Nick Redel flicked his hips and drove the head of his massive cock up into the tight, elastic opening of her cunt, stretching it cruelly ... and she was an adultress! There was no turning back ... now!
Then, inch by excruciating inch, he drove his massively hardened cock up into her vaginal passage, using all the strength of his solid, muscular body to force it into her tightly resisting channel.
Alice screamed with the pain of it, the full-throated sound of her agony reverberating in the room, as he gored her lustily. The thickly swollen length of his cock rammed deep into the naked softness of her fearfully trembling belly, shoving tiny wavelets of her clinging cuntal walls ahead of the lust-inflated head of his cock, until she felt his heavy, sperm-loaded balls slap hard into the smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks.
Unexplainable to her, Nick lay on top of her with his monstrous cock buried deep up inside her moistly quivering pussy and expanded it tauntingly several times, each time bringing a moan to her lips. But as her wide-stretched passage became accustomed to the intrusive presence in her cuntal passage, her groans of discomfort and pain turned into unbidden mewls of outright pleasure ... something she had wanted to deny herself. Uncontrollably, she began to move under him, wanting him to go on, do what he was going to do ... fuck her and get it over and done with; after all, there was nothing of her integrity left, now. God! Why doesn't he go ahead ... and fuck me...?
Grinning his triumph over her, Nick withdrew the shaft of his cock, until only the hotly pulsing head of it still remained in the portal of her demandingly hungry cunt. Now ... she's really ready!
"Now, you can start begging me to fuck you!" he laughed sadistically.
Not that too! "Haven't you shamed me ... enough ... already?" she countered whimperingly, bucking her wide-splayed loins up at him in an attempt to absorb his massively hardened cock, again.
"Beg me to fuck you ... God damn it!" Nick roared, expanding the blood-engorged head of his cock once more, just inside the sensitive opening of her vagina.
How could it have happened to her? Every cell of her rational, moral mind rejected it ... but she was saying it, in the next instant, saying words she thought she would never say. She couldn't help herself, as her mouth spewed them forth.
"OOoohh, yes! God, yes! I want it! I need it! Fuck me ... Nick! Fuck me!" She rasped the words out at him through tightly clenched teeth. Now, there was nothing left to her of pride, morals or right and wrong; there was only the all-consuming need to be fucked by this stranger's cock.
"Where do you want it, Baby?" he prodded.
"In ... my cunt!"
"With what, damn it?"
"Your ... cock!" she moaned. "Fuck me ... with your cock!"
Rocking above her then, Nick began thrusting in and out of her, fucking her with short, smooth strokes, his thickly-engorged length sliding deeper and longer up into her with each succeeding thrust, until he was pistoning her powerfully and the head of his cock was flicking past the neck of her womb to nudge deeply into the blind, back wall of her vaginal tunnel.
Her body of its own volition surrendered to the wanton desires that flashed through her, responding to his cunt-filling plunges deep into her aroused, sensitive cuntal passage. She writhed squirmingly beneath him, giving herself up to the enjoyment of every ecstatic moment of it, as she began to moan incessantly up into his face, her passion-filled mind accepting now the fact of her unconditional surrender. Then as he dropped his mouth to hers, she thrust her tongue sinuously deep up into his mouth and throat to be sucked.
Abandonedly she began to grind her naked loins up to him in lewd tempo with his deep-fucking cock. Her pretty young face contorting with her passionate rapture, her eyes glazing unseeingly and her breath coming in jerking, uncontrolled pantings as she felt the urgency of the desire, old as mankind, and she was sister to Eve in the garden ... really wanting it and enjoying it to the fullest, for the first time.
Moving with him, countering him, she slid her hotly searing cunt up and down the thick shaft of his penis, finding out that her lewdly surging sensations of desire became even more intense, more delicious and more unbearable. It was what she wanted ... and she wanted it to go on and on ... forever! But even as she wished it, Alice Cook knew that it could never happen....And now, Nick Redel jack-hammered his demanding cock deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal sheath with increased speed and power, while she squirmed obscenely beneath him, shoving her loins up and down his plundering shaft with uninhibited abandon, taking all of him deep up inside her hotly clinging pussy. Then, he pressed his chest down against her knees, mashing them down hard against the full, pliant mounds of her breasts, to expose the whole of her magnificent loins to his cunt-plumbing assault.
Her face contorted with passion, and she began to chant up into his face, "Oh ... OOoohh ... OOOooohhh! Niiiiick! Fuck me ... hard! Deep! Long!"
Nick slaved above her, plunging wildly, using his muscular body to drive his cock up into her like a pile driver. God damn! She's taking everything I can give her ... and asking for more!
Suddenly, it was there for her!
She came with a violent passion. Her body convulsed under him, and she tossed her head insanely from side to side, as a surging tidal wave of rushing orgasm swept over her, pulling her down into the depths and submerging her momentarily in a sea of rocking suffocation.
Then, as she was swept back, again, she surfaced to find herself still on her own soft mattress, on her back, with her husband's boss's lust-expanding cock drubbing in and out of her wildly milking cunt, and she heard herself, unreal as a dream, screaming out her ecstasy. OOOOOoooooohhhhhh God! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmhiiiiinnnnnnnggg! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaauuuuuuuugggghhhhh!"
Nick Redel, above her, pounding his tightening cock up into her wild and hard, felt the tremors of climax in her body just as he sensed the fiery stream of his ejaculation beginning for him, deep in his sperm-bloated balls, jetting through the length of his cock's shaft in wildly pumping spurts of thick, hot semen to gush from the slit at the top of his cock in almost never-ending streams of sensual joy.
He moaned aloud, "God! What a cunt!" Then ... he collapsed on top of her with a moan of satisfaction.
Never had Alice Cook believed it possible that she would respond to and be fucked by a man she had never seen before, but she had! Now, it was over ... and her conscience began to plague her again. She stirred beneath him, after a few moments, and said, "Well ... Mr. Redel ... you got what you wanted from me ... and turned me into an adultress, at the same time ... so let me up now! Your party's over!. '
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nick Redel was finally leaving. He was dressed again, and as he headed for her front door, Alice threw on a wrapper to trail after him, wanting only to lock and bolt the door when he was finally gone.
Twice that same day, strange men had invaded her home, and she told herself that she'd have to remember to make sure things were locked up tighter, so it wouldn't happen again.
"Yeah, you're quite a little piece!" Nick was telling her arrogantly. "So damned good ... I'll be back for some more!"
"Never!" she ground out at him. "Get out of my house ... and leave me alone!"
His grin was irrepressible. "You'll change your mind . . .just like you did this time!" Nick told her cockily.
Angrily, Alice reached for the doorknob, hoping that the opened door would hasten his leaving. She wanted to be alone, to sort out the bits and pieces of her life, and as she swung the door open, the white rectangular envelope stuffed half-way under it caught her eye. Swiftly, she stooped and picked it up; on the outside was scrawled only one word: NICK. She handed it to him. "For you...?"
Ripping open the envelope, Nick Redel shook out the contents: A note and four photographs. He glanced at the pictures, noting that they were fairly good ones, and handed them to Bob's wife grimly, while he read the note, scrawled across the sheet of paper. NICK, THESE WILL BUST THINGS UP FOR YOU ... IF COOK GETS ONE, AND ALL HELL WOULD BREAK OUT IF GENEVA KNEW, TOO ... NOT TO MENTION YOUR WIFE ... YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!
Alice was shocked. The four pictures showed graphically with all its lewdness what had happened in the bedroom only minutes before ... between her and her husband's boss. She couldn't bear to look at them. "OH, GOD!" she moaned. "What is this ... all about?"
With a dismally long face, Nick showed her the note.
"What ... what ... does it mean...?" she gasped.
"It means ... that they've got me right where they want me!" he intoned.
"I don't understand...?"
"They've been hijacking my trucks ... and now they're blackmailing me into cooperating with them . . .but I can't do anything . . .unless the driver is willing to cooperate, too!
"...What has that ... got to do ... with...?"
"With Bob...?"
"They've said ... that they'll take the cargo ... anyway ... and if the driver gets in the way ... they might have to kill him!"
"Bob...?"
"Yes! That's what they said!"
"My God! What do they want...?"
"They want him to follow instructions ... let them get his load, without any trouble ... otherwise...."
"Otherwise ... what...?" She was frantic.
"I guess they'll show him one of these pictures."
"No!"
"...So, then, it'd be up to you ... to convince your husband to go along with them...." he suggested.
She grasped at straws in the wind, not completely understanding all of it but knowing only that Bob couldn't ever be allowed to see one of those pictures ... and that she would have to keep him from getting hurt ... or possibly killed.
"Oh, I will! I will!" she promised fervently.
"Good girl!" Obvious relief spread across his face, and he took the pictures from her hand, stuffed them back in the envelope with the note and put it in his pocket. "Bob'll be going out with that load tomorrow morning ... so make sure you talk to him, tonight!."
"Yes! Yes! I understand!"
Nick was on his way out the door, when she remembered: He's got those horrible pictures! "Wait ... Nick! Those pictures! We ... ought to destroy them!"
"No ... I don't think so! I'll turn them over to the police and maybe they'll be able to get some fingerprints from them!"
He was gone.
Alice was left alone with her worries. How can I make Bob understand ... that he's got to do what they want ... without him finding out ... about Nick ... and me?
* * *
Again, as before, Rod Cable met Bob after work in the parking lot of the same chain restaurant.
"Anything new, Bob...."
"Yeah ... the biggest surprise of all! I found out who's doing the hijacking."
"Who...."
"Redel, himself!"
Rod whistled his interest. "We suspected him, you know!"
"But, he's got some help ... and I don't know who they are yet," Bob added.
"Are they going to meet your price?"
"Yeah ... all the way!" Bob assured him.
"Including a fast lay with Miss Geneva Barton?" Rod queried.
Bob's balance was destroyed for a moment, and he almost fell right into Rod's little trap. Hesitating for only a split second, while his pulse rate went up, he came back with, "I don't follow you!"
"I'm talking about the little session you enjoyed in her bed, today! Was that part of the bribe...?"
"Hell! I don't know what you're talking about! She's just Redel's secretary ... and she's got nothing to do with this!"
"Then, you didn't know that she's Redel's mistress...?"
"Yeah ... well, I heard some rumors about that...."
Rod stared at him in disbelief, his mind racing trying on reasons as to why Bob was denying having had Nick's mistress sexually and why he was obviously protecting her.
"What's with you, Cook ... why are you protecting her and holding out on me?"
"Holding out?" Bob questioned. "I've given you all the information I've got on Redel ... all except who his goons are!"
The insurance investigator decided not to push. Hell! I suppose he's got his reasons! Probably doesn't want his wife to find out about Geneva Barton!
"Well ... we're pretty sure of one. He's an ex-con by the name of Matt Lyman ... so you can be on the lookout for him! If there's another one, we don't know who he is yet!"
"Lyman, eh?" Bob mused. "Yeah! He's the lead driver ... a pretty big guy with black hair."
"Do you know when you're going out with the load they're after?"
"Tomorrow morning! It's supposed to be color TV sets...."
"Good!" Rod smiled. "We've got the cooperation of the police all along the way ... and we'll have you in sight all the time. When they move in to get your load, we'll be ready for them!" He paused for a moment thoughtfully then went on, "Do exactly what they tell you to do ... and don't take any chances! That's an order ... understand?"
"Okay! I'll do my part!" Bob Cook promised.
* * *
By the time her husband arrived home, Alice had still not figured out a way to let him know that she knew of his danger and wanted so very much to tell him that he must cooperate with those unknown criminals who wanted to hijack his cargo.
He kissed her too ardently and acted so nonchalantly that she knew he must be having a fit of conscience, but his adultery was pushed into the background for now. He's got to do the right thing ... to keep from getting hurt!...But, she realized also that if he didn't agree to the hijackers demands, they were liable to put their blackmail plot into operation.
...And, if they do ... Bob'll find out about me ... about Nick Redel's being here ... and ... everything!
Alice prepared a delicious meal. Bob ate it with relish, and they chatted about little nothings it seemed, as both unconsciously tried not to give away their innermost thoughts.
After dinner, she busied herself in the kitchen washing the dishes, planning to join Bob in the living room, where he had planted himself in front of the television set. Her mind was still examining ways to approach him with what she must say.
The telephone rang. Alice reached for the kitchen extension phone, but Bob was already on the line. She had never eavesdropped on him before, but the voice on the other end of the wire held her attention. She pressed the earpiece tight to her ear, suppressing a gasp as she recognized the voice of the older man who had taken her to that empty apartment from which she had watched her husband and that red-haired woman make lewdly passionate love. Oh, God ... it is him! I'd know his voice anywhere!...But ... why is he calling Bob...?
"Listen close, Cook!" the man was saying. "Tomorrow is it! You'll be picking up a load of television sets for drops in Merced, Fresno and San Jose ... only you won't make any of those drops ... understand...?"
"Yeah ... I get you!" Bob answered.
"This's the way it goes. Just before you get to Visalia, you pull off to eat ... at a little truck stop name of Mae's Place. You pull your rig around in back, and you go in, order your meal and eat it ... real slow."
"Okay ... then what....."
"When you come out ... your truck's missing."
"Then...?"
"You call the cops ... and report it."
"Is that all?"
"You don't know anything ... except that it disappeared while you were eating ... and you'll be in the clear!"
"When do I get paid?"
"You worried?"
"No ... but I'd feel better with cash in my hands!"
"You'll get paid off ... when you get back!" the other man growled. "Anyway ... you got part of your pay-off ... this morning!"
"Yeah ... that's right!"
"...So, you'll go along with everything ... and not try to be a hero?"
"Sure ... if I had half in advance!"
"You're crazy!"
"No! I need money!"
"I'll let you know about that ... but if you try anything funny ... you're just liable to get hurt!"
"Half before I leave ... the other half when I get back! That's the way I want it!" Bob told him pointedly.
"Don't be stupid!"
"You want to call the deal off?"
"No! God damn it! You'll get your money in the morning!"
"That's better!"
"I'm warning you, Cook ... try any kind of double cross and you're as good as dead!" The telephone connection was broken abruptly.
Alice couldn't piece the puzzle together ... couldn't make connections, yet ... but there was still that horrible threat to Bob. It was ricocheting around inside her skull.
"...You're as good as dead!"
Shocked numb by it all, she hung the phone on its wall-mounted base and ran blindly into the living room, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Oh, God, Bob! You've got ... to do what they say!"
"You heard...?"
"Yes!" She threw herself into her husband's arms.
"I'll be damned!" he exploded. "Why did you listen in...?"
"Accident...." she sobbed. "I picked up the phone ... and just happened to hear that man...."
"How much did you hear?"
"Just ... just enough to know ... they're going to steal your truck ... and the load ... and...."
"...And, what?" he demanded harshly.
"That he threatened you ... if you didn't let them! Oh, Bob ... please ... do what they want you to do!" she pleaded. I love you so much ... and I don't want anything to happen to you!"
"Okay ... I will! I won't do anything to cross them!"
"OOooh, thank God!" She was overjoyed. "Hold me tight, Bob ... and take me to bed ... and make love to me ... so I'll know every thing'll be all right...! "
"You mean that?" he asked with a grin. "Right now...?"
"Yes, darling! Right now!"
Bob knew better than to question it; he was already aroused, almost on the instant of her suggestion. "Let's go, then!"
* * *
Matt Lyman lounged easily in the right-hand passenger seat of his boss' Continental as Nick accelerated onto the freeway headed North.
Worriedly, Nick asked, "You're sure everything's set-up?"
"Hell yes! Cook got five bills in advance ... and Norton's already there with an empty truck! All we have to do is get Cook's truck, drive it out to where Norton's waiting and transfer the cargo!"
"Okay, Matt ... I just wanted to make sure is all!"
Bob Cook, they found, had followed instructions to the letter. Matt climbed into the cab of the big Diesel rig, started it and drove away, Nick trailing him in the Continental. Turning off onto a secondary road and following it for two miles, Matt pulled the trailer up back-to-back with the empty truck Phil Norton had parked just off the roadway, and while he and Norton began shifting the cargo, Nick stationed himself as a lookout, using binoculars to scan the road for two miles in each direction.
The two men worked hard and steadily for twenty minutes.
"How much more?" Nick called out.
"We're half done!" Matt yelled.
Nick went back to searching the roads. "I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" he bawled. "Get in the car! Fuzz coming from both directions!"
With Matt and Phil crouched down on the floor boards in the back, Nick could have been any well-heeled business man, as he drove back down the road the way they had come, pulling over courteously to let the police car go by on its way to putting a stop to criminal activities farther up the road.
"Okay ... we're in the clear!" Redel told his henchmen when he was back on the main highway. Then, complainingly, "This's the end of everything, for me!"
"Hell! They haven't got us, yet!" Matt reminded him.
"Yeah ... but they'll have warrants out for our arrest...APB's the whole works! We're fugitives!"
"So ... let's play it smart!"
"How?"
"Find a place to hide-out."
"Like Geneva's place?"
"Hell no! That's the first place they'll look! I've got a better idea ... a place they wouldn't think of looking!" Matt chortled.
"Where?"
"Bob Cook's own house!" Phil Norton smiled. "That's perfect, Lyman! I'll have to give you credit for that one!"
Perfect! Christ! It couldn't be better! He was remembering when he'd photographed Alice Cook ... and the way she had responded to Nick's lovemaking! I'll fuck her now so she'll never forget it!
CHAPTER NINE
Alice's silent prayers had gone with her husband, Bob, when he had left for work that morning, and now more than ever, she wanted him to come back safely to her, as she remembered their lovemaking of the night before. Whole new vistas were opening up for her, and she knew that they had made a beginning toward reshaping and renewing their marriage.
Shyly, she had asked him to use his mouth on her down there. She couldn't use those words with him, yet, but she was willing to learn ... everything, now. She had even gone so far, last night, as to fondle his hardened penis with her hands, caressing it gently. ... and then, I kissed it ... right on the head ... and licked the little tear away! Next time, she told herself, she'd suck on it for him! Really put it in my mouth ... and suck it! It gave her little shivers to think about it, but she was serious in her intentions. II that's what it takes to hold Bob ... that's what I'll do!...And, there was no denying that she had enjoyed it when he had licked her pussy with his tongue. It was just like it was when Nick did it to her, her body responding to the molten inferno his mouth had generated in her....And, then ... when Bob put his cock in me ... and fucked me ... Oh, it was just heavenly! She could hardly wait until he got home, because the more she thought about it, she discovered that there were little dancing sparks of arousal in her belly, along with the slippery moistness around her vaginal opening that kept reminding her of it.
There was only one blemish on the bright star of her future: Those horrible ... nasty pictures! She hoped and prayed that Bob would never see them, and she made a sort of compact with herself to the effect that if everything turned out all right, and Bob wasn't shown those pictures of her and Nick Redel making love on her own bed ... Well ... I wouldn't ever mention that I saw him with that red-headed woman! Things would be sort of evened up...!
* * *
"I still say we could've gotten here faster on the freeway!" Nick groused, as he turned into the street where the Cook's house was located.
"Maybe ... but it was safer on the back roads!" Matt told him with exasperation. "Now . . pull up about a half block away from the house. After we're in ... we'll put the car in their garage."
"How're we going to get her to let us in?" Nick asked, hating himself for not being able to think things out and depending, it seemed, on Matt Lyman for everything.
"You talk to her at the front door ... and while you're keeping her occupied, Norton can go in through that window with the broken latch ... same as yesterday! It's simple!"
"Okay ... I'll try it.. . "
It was just getting dark when Alice's doorbell sounded. Going to the door she called out, "Who is it...?"
The voice was muffled as it came through the door to her, "It's me ... Nick! Nick Redel."
Oh, God . . .he's come back!
"What ... What do you ... want?" she asked, determined that she would not let him in ... no matter what.
"I've got to see you ... right away! Something's gone wrong ... and...."
"Is Bob ... all right...?" Alice was almost afraid to ask it.
"Yeah ... he's all right ... but I'm in a kind of fix ... myself...."
"What is it you want ... from me...?"
Suddenly, then, a rough hand covered her mouth, and she was held immobile where she stood.
"Reach out and open the door!" a voice rasped close to her ear, as the long, sharp blade of a knife glittered before her eyes, then moved down to rest on the full mound of a breast, the sharp edge of it digging lightly into the cloth of her blouse. She gasped and tried to scream, but the man held her tightly, grating, "Don't scream! Do as I tell you ... or you'll lose a beautiful tit ... right now!"
OOOooohhh ... God! Petrified with fear, Alice obeyed, reaching out to unbolt the front door. As soon as it was open, Nick strode in followed by Matt Lyman. She recognized Matt instantly, but somehow his being with Redel didn't make sense....And, the one behind her with ... the knife ... must be the young one ... with the long hair! God! What do they want ... with me? What ... do ... they ... want?
Lyman closed the door and locked it, again, then coming close to Alice he told her, "We're back, again! You do what you're told ... and you won't get hurt! Understand?"
With terrified eyes pleading for mercy, she shook her head up and down.
"Okay, Phil ... let her go!" Matt growled. "She'll be all right ... now!"
Phil released her saying, "I'm sure glad I didn't have to carve you up, Baby! It would have spoiled the fun ... later on!"
"Where're your car keys . . '. ? " Nick asked her.
"My purse ... in the bedroom...." she mumbled, sagging down into a chair. "What do you want ... from me ... this time?"
"We're going to stay here for awhile!" Matt growled.
Nick came out of the bedroom, her car keys in his hand. "I'm going to put my car in your garage." he said, heading for the front door.
...Then, she began to put things together. They're going to hide-out here! It's got to be that!...And the three of them coming here together ... means they were all in on everything! Nobody was blackmailing Redel! He's the blackmailer ... and maybe even the leader of the whole hijacking gang!
Redel was gone out the front door.
Then, Phil Norton was there, standing cockily in front of her, the deadly knife still held lightly in his hand, his eyes leering down at her with undisguised desire.
"Go into the bedroom!" he ordered. "We're all going to have some fun, now!"
"Oh, no! God no!" she breathed.
Expertly, Phil used the sharp edge of his knife to snick off the top button of her blouse. "They're no arguments, Baby! I said go into your bedroom!"
Dreading it but knowing she had no choice, Alice rose and walked across the living room into the bedroom with Phil following close behind. He went to sit on her dressing stool and ordered, "Now, start taking your clothes off! You know ... like a strip-teaser ... I want some entertainment!"
She loathed him from the first time she had seen him the day before; now genuine hate rose in her, and she tasted it bitterly, as her hands moved to do his bidding, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it with slowly deliberate movements.
As she tossed her blouse to the top of her dresser, Norton growled, "You can move faster than that!"
She was fumbling with the zipper of her skirt, then. "I thought you ... wanted a show?"
"Don't be a smart-ass!" he growled, rising and walking over to her, the blade of his knife slipping down between her breasts and quickly severing her bra between the cups. She shivered as the cold steel contacted her flesh, and an anguished gasp came to her lips. "That's better!" he leered, as his other hand cupped and kneaded the soft fullness of a naked breast; then he plucked the ruined and useless bra from her and tossed it toward a corner of the bedroom. "Now, get going! I want you naked ... fast!"
Rapidly, then, Alice took off her skirt, kicked off her shoes and dropped her panties down over the curving swell of her hips. Somehow the business of his cutting her bra and being forced to undress before his lewdly salacious gaze did something to her. She felt it warm and glowing in her belly. Oh, God ... I know he's going to ... rape me ... but why do I have to feel this way ... almost like ... I want him ... to do it?
Watching her as she undressed, Phil growled, "Damn! You're really something, Baby ... and I had to watch Nick fuck the hell out of you, yesterday! But not today, Doll! I'm the one doing the fucking, today! You know that don't you ... that you're going to get fucked ... but good!"
"You mean ... rape me ... don't you?" she flared.
"Call it what you like ... but yesterday, the way you were going after it with Nick ... it wasn't rape. It was just plain fucking ... and you liked every minute of it!"
"That's ... not true! He ... forced me!" she spat.
"You loved it . . .and you know it!" Nick came into the bedroom, his eyes lighting up and smoldering with desire for her as they swept over her naked loveliness. "Why hell ... woman! You were taking all the cock I could give you ... and wanting more!"
Matt Lyman was in her bedroom, too. He was standing behind her, and impulsively he used his hands, running them over her curvaceous body down to the full, rounded moons of her buttocks where his fingers massaged caressingly the soft pliancy of them. "Christ! She's some woman!" he ground out, feeling the lurching expansion of his cock as it grew to fast erection inside his pants. "I think we all ought to fuck her!"
"A damned good idea!" Nick agreed. "Maybe she'd like that ... so she'd get enough cock, just one time! How about that Doll? Do you suppose you could handle three cocks ... at the same time!? "
The idea was terrifying. It caromed screamingly around inside her skull. NO! God, no! Three of them ... at the same time?! How could they...? How could I ... take all three? It's ... it's impossible! She cringed away from them, staring at each one in turn with horrified, pleading eyes. "Oh, please? No! Not that! I-I couldn't...!"
In each of the men's eyes she read only implacable determination and raw desire. They meant it! They were really going to do it ... all three of them were going to fuck her!
"No! God damn it! I wanted her all to myself!" Phil Norton exploded angrily.
"You're outnumbered and outvoted!" Matt told him with steel in his voice.
"So put that damned knife away!" Nick added. "You make me nervous!"
With a sigh of relief, Alice saw him fold the blade into its handle and stow it away in his pocket. "All right ... have it your way!" Matt chortled, moving Bob Cook's lovely blonde wife toward the bed. "...So start getting your hard-ons ready! We're going to have some real fun!"
Suddenly then, Matt shoved her sprawling onto the bed and leering down into her face, told her, "...And, you make damned sure it's fun for everybody!"
God! She moaned silently to herself in the knowledge that she could do nothing to stop what was going to happen, and with wide-eyed terror she watched as all three men began to tear off their clothing hastily ... until at last they stood there, looking down at her, their lust-hardened cocks spearing nakedly out from hairy loins: Nick's thick and massive, his hand going down to grip its turgid shaft caressingly; then her eyes locked on Matt's enormously thick shaft with its huge bulbous head throbbing dully red as the foreskin was pulled half-way back. Finally, her vision blurring swirlingly, her eyes were drawn to the third man's heavy-hung loins. Phil stood there, his leering eyes taunting her, as he too reached down to heft the huge, twin balls swinging low in his scrotum, while pointing right at her, its slitted head seeming to stare at her evilly, his fully hardened cock-shaft jerking with involuntary spasms of sexual desire. She couldn't hold back her gasp of fear. "Oh! Oh, my God!"
"You like it, Baby?" Norton chuckled. "Just wait until I shove it in that tight, little cunt of yours ... you'll know you've really been had!"
Alice moaned whiningly in her throat, but no words were formed. "OOOOOOoooooohhhhh!" She was paralyzed with absolute fear, but at the same time, she couldn't understand that glowing flame that leaped to life in her belly ... and there was that delicious feeling of moistness down there in the furrow of her cunt. Oh, God ... what can I do ... to stop them...?
* * *
The telephone on Geneva Barton's desk jangled and she scooped it up eagerly, "Big Red "L" Trucking...." She hoped it would be Nick.
Bob Cook's voice answered. "Geneva...? I've done everything I was supposed to do ... and I just reported the truck missing."
"Then ... everything's all right...."
"Yeah ... as far as I know ... they got clean away!" he assured her. "...But, there's one thing: I'm stranded up here in Visalia. Could you come and get me...?"
"Well ... I don't know, Bob ... I was supposed to meet Nick ... after...."
"Otherwise, I'll have to take a bus back...." he complained.
Geneva thought about it for a moment. It was true that she'd told him she wouldn't see him again, but she'd found herself thinking about him, the thoughts warm and more emotional than she'd thought possible. Damn! He's an exciting man ... and I'd like to know him better! ... Of course, there was Nick! What he doesn't know ... won't hurt him! Anyway ... before I knew Nick ... there were other men ... sometimes two or three ... I juggled around!...And one thing's for sure: I'm not getting any younger ... I'm thirty already!
"Well ... what about it, Geneva ... will you come up here to get me...?" His voice brought her back with a start. Then, suggestively, he went on, "Then ... we can finish up our unfinished business...."
"What unfinished business is that...?"
"I never did get it in you ... remember....?"
Nick's mistress felt the twinge of excitement surge into her, and her breath caught in her throat. "Bob ... really...! "
"...And, don't tell me you're not interested ... because I know you are!" he pursued.
"Well ... I don't have to meet Nick ... until later this evening ... Maybe I could...."
"Great! I'll be in a bar ... right across from the bus station ... okay...?"
"Okay...." It was a thrill like it used to be to juggle her time around ... between two men!
* * *
It had begun for Bob Cook's young wife.
Two of the men crawled up on the bed, one on either side of her, and Nick Redel, stretching out beside her, captured her mouth, his tongue stabbing deep inside to savor the warm sweetness of her, while on the other side, Matt Lyman eased his bulky body alongside. Leaning over her to suck up an elongating nipple into his mouth, the ex-convict used his teeth to nibble lightly along the tiny erecting bud, his hands kneading the pliant flesh of her full-mounded breast with brutal urgency and greed.
...And, she was aware that Phil was kneeling between her legs, his middle finger pressing teasingly in the soft golden curls of her pussy hair; then, he was telling her, "Open your legs ... so I can get at that cute, little cunt of yours!"
Nick and Matt on either side of her, both reached out with a free hand, grasped her roughly by a knee and pulled her thighs widely, cruelly apart, splaying her wide open for Phil's plundering hand.
She felt his fingers tracing the soft pink tenderness of her nakedly exposed cunt, rubbing at her clitoris none too gently, the skin of his fingers rough and irritating on the secret softness of her there between her lewdly spread legs. Then, he plunged his middle finger deep up into her vaginal opening, and she writhed and cringed away from it, moaning up into Nick's mouth-with pain and fear. God! He'll be shoving that ... monster thing into me . . , and...! She tried to blot it out of her mind ... as she envisioned the huge shaft of his cock going deep into her painfully ... and splitting her into shreds! Ugh!
"You're getting good and wet already, Baby!" she heard Phil chortle. "Just about ready to fuck!"
His hips were coming down between her widespread thighs, still held rigidly in position by Nick's and Matt's hands, while on either side, she could feel a huge, warm presence pressed tight against her, their pricks throbbing with vibrant life against her hips.
...Then, Matt, raising his head from her breast, was suggesting, "Hell! Don't get in a rush, Norton! We're all going to fuck her, remember...?"
"Okay ... but I want her cunt! I want her to know she's been fucked by a real cock!"
"All right! You got it! I'll take her brownie ... and Nick ... you'll get what's left! Okay...?" Matt directed.
"Suits me fine!" Nick mumbled, as he surrendered her lips, for a little while.
Alice cringed down into the bed in horror as the meaning of those horrible, lewd words, flickered through her mind making her feel like she was caught in a rip-tide, being pulled under the rolling waters for the third and final time. She didn't want to believe it. "Nick...! Please, Nick ... don't do it! Don't let them ... do it to me!"
Coldly, leering down into her face, Redel told her, "Why the hell shouldn't we...? That bastardly husband of yours must have blown the whistle on us, somehow! We walked right into a police trap!"
"No! That's not true! He promised me ... he'd do everything you wanted him to do!"
"I wish to hell we could believe that!" Matt added.
"...And, that's why we're going to be here when he shows up!" Norton finished. "Come on ... roll her over to her stomach, so we can get going! Christ! My balls are aching from waiting so long!"
Roughly they turned her to lie prone, and just before Nick pressed on the side of her head, mashing her face down into the soft mattress, she saw Matt Lyman spit into the palm of his hand and smear the saliva on the bulbous, blood-engorged head of his cock. Then, she felt his strong fingered hands grasp her waist and haul her up onto her knees.
"Isn't that a beautiful ass...?" Matt asked of no one in particular, as his hands ran over her buttocks caressingly.
Hands were all over her, then. Nick was reaching under her, fondling the firmly rounded flesh of her breasts as they hung down prettily beneath her, his thumb and forefinger rolling her achingly swollen nipples teasingly, and while Matt was taunting the hotly throbbing bud of her clitoris, Phil was running his hands all over the satin-skinned smoothness of her back, hips and thighs. At first, she cringed quiveringly with dread, but as it went on and on, she felt that tiny flame burst into a raging fire in her belly, as momentarily she forgot about what they were going to do to her.
...Then, Matt's middle finger was playing with her shamefully exposed anus. Without warning, he pushed into her rear passage, his middle finger going all the way in to the palm of his hand. She screamed. Instantly, Nick's hand stifled the agonized sound in her throat, and he was grating into her ear, "Keep quiet damn it! We don't want any of your neighbors nosing around!"
"Tight!" Matt grunted. "...And virgin!"
"God damn it! Shove your cock in her ass-hole ... and quit stalling!" Norton complained.
"I'm stretching her out a little!" Matt retorted. "Christ! She'd never take my cock in there!"
His middle finger worming around inside her rectum felt like it was tearing her apart ... but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt when he thrust in yet another finger. Her scream would have pierced the room had Nick not been holding a hand clamped tightly over her mouth. After a moment or two, the clasping muscles of her cruelly violated back passage began to relax, the pain to subside, and the fingers slowly withdrew.
In fear-quivering dread, Alice felt Matt Lyman's strong hands on the soft, trembling cheeks of her buttocks, drawing them widely apart. She tried to clench her muscles to keep the full, milk-white mounds pressed tight together, but it was hopeless, as she felt the cool air of the bedroom wash over the secret flesh of her nether opening. Such a feeling of relief had wafted over her when he had pulled his fingers from her rectum that she had moaned for joy against Nick's muffling hand over her mouth. Now, she recoiled as suddenly, the warmly moist head of his penis, hardened and bloated with lust, nudged in against the tiny, puckered ring of her anus, already stretched and prepared for the monstrous entry by his deep-probing fingers. OOOOoooohhhh ... God! He can't do it ... to me! He just ... can't!
And then, she felt the searing, flesh-stretching pain of it excruciatingly, as the chunky cock's head pushed against the tight rubbery hole of her rectal opening. Again and again, she screamed, the sound muffled and distant as Nick held his hand tightly over her mouth. In desperation, she bit at his hand, and he jerked it away, long enough for her to wail, "Oh, God!
It's tearing me in two!"
"Shut up!" Phil roared. "Or by God ... I'll shut you up ... for good!"
Nick, nursing his hand, was also roaring, "You little bitch! Don't try that, again!"
Brutally, Matt's desire-stiffened cock battered its way up into her fearfully cringing anus like a relentless battering ram, the head of his cock finally popping through her tightly resisting ring of muscle and lodging there huge and throbbing against the smooth dry sponginess of her rectal lining. She froze and bit back the scream that came to her lips, believing now that these men were capable of anything ... including murder. Only an agonized moan escaped her lips, as her head thrashed wildly with the pain that spread through her rectal passage, burning there like a red-hot forging had been shoved into her. Instinctively, her buttocks heaved and jerked to escape the depraved assault on her rectum, but every move she made only served to impale her further on Lyman's massively turgid cock that was sinking deeper and deeper into her with every passing moment. Behind her, Matt put the solid bulk of his body into it and drove the lust-hardened shaft of his cock all the way home in her helplessly tensing rectum as he gripped her hips and strained for extra leverage. Little droplets of sweat formed on his brow, and he grunted, "Christ! She's tight!"
At that moment, Alice's eyes caught sight of the scene reflected in the mirror of her dressing table, where she saw the lust-distorted faces of the three men ... and the lewd tableau of Matt Lyman behind her lewdly kneeling figure with his cock sunk deeply into her rectum, fucking her there like an animal. She was repulsed by what she saw ... as her sorely brutalized anal flesh began to adjust to the depraved presence, the pain began to pass from her naked loins to be replaced with an urgently sensual feeling that just could not exist....And yet, it was so; her tortured mind just couldn't accept it ... yet.
Slowly and smoothly the big man behind her began to stroke in and out of her, fucking her there in the never-before-used channel of her back passage, gradually increasing the depth of his thrusts until the whole length of his lust-incited penis was gliding right up her anal orifice, until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls swinging up against her moistly pulsing cunt.
"All right, God damn it ... I've waited long enough!" Norton announced. "Flip her over now ... so I can fuck her in the cunt!"
In the mirror, she saw the long-haired man, holding his rock-hard shaft in his hand, while his eyes watched with avid interest the pistoning cock Matt Lyman was shoving in and out of her forever stretched rectum.
Fatalistically, Alice knew there was no way out for her ... no way she could escape the double ravishment they intended to carry out on her.
Matt was rolling to his side, now, pulling her over with him, then as he squirmed over on his back, she was hauled up on top of him, her smooth back pressed down against the hairiness of his chest and the tightened muscles of his naked belly, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his huge, throbbing cock lay still buried deep up in the heated depths of her bowel. She was impaled there hopelessly.
Phil Norton, grinning lewdly, lunged up on top of her, dropping his hips down heavily between her thighs to splay her legs ever farther apart, and with no further waiting aimed his long, thick, jerking cock right at the opening of her pussy, guiding it into the gently clasping cuntal opening with his hand and ramming it deep up into her wetly seeping pussy with brutal force.
"OOOOoooohhh, My God!" Alice groaned, as it plunged mercilessly up into her full-length, until she felt over-size balls slap up hard against the trembling cheeks of her buttocks, to join Matt's skewering cock sunk so deeply in her tightly clenching rectum. Whimpering helplessly she felt both of them clearly, sandwiched so lewdly as she was between the two virile men, as they began to move erratically at first, then in concert of motion, both men fucking her in a lewd duet, with only a pitifully thin layer of tissue separating the two hugely thrusting rods of manly flesh.
The sensations built in her until her whole belly was aflame with desire, and uncontrollably, not wanting it but accepting it because it was thrust upon her, Alice began to move with them, adding the third part, which made of their unnatural sexual congress a trio, and unceasingly now there came from deep in her chest, emitting from her mouth and throat, the unmistakable purling mewls of full sexual arousal.
* * *
Traveling at top freeway speeds, Bob, driving Geneva's big Pontiac, had made excellent time back to her apartment. He was signaling to turn into the carport parking area, when he spotted a familiar figure seated in a familiar car. Damn!
Rod's got her apartment staked out!
Instantly, he changed his mind and drove on past, knowing that this was not the time for him to be seen with Geneva Barton.
"Something must've gone wrong! "Bob explained. "They've got your place staked out!"
"You mean ... they're looking for Nick?"
"Yeah ... and right now, I think the best thing is for you to drop me off at my home, then come back here alone!" he told her, changing his plans on the instant. Hell! I can take her to bed any time I want to ... after this's over! Right now ... is definitely the wrong time!
"Oh, God, Bob ... I was hoping nothing would happen ... and this would really be the last one for Nick!"
"Yeah, I know ... but that's the breaks, I suppose!"
"What will they do with me...?" Geneva asked worriedly.
"They'll probably just question you ... and if you play it smart, you won't know anything about Nick's doings!"
* * *
Nick Redel had knocked around in his lifetime, but he had never witnessed a double fuck like this before. Leaning over, he watched with salacious interest the two dully glistening cocks that fucked in and out of Bob Cook's wife's wide-stretched pelvic openings like a couple of hydraulic power forges. He watched with lewdly leering eyes, as tiny, pink flanges of her cuntal flesh were pulled out on the upstroke by Phil's mammoth prick, disappearing back inside as he rammed deep into her with a cruel slapping sound. There was a similar sight happening a scant inch away, where Matt's elephantine cock moved smoothly in and out of her tight, little anus. Christ! He was so damned hot, he'd start dimming all over the place, if he didn't get in on the action! Hell! I should have insisted on taking her in the back door ... instead of letting Matt Lyman take over! The sad part of it was that Nick had let the ex-convict take over, gradually worming his way in ... until the whole thing had gotten out of hand, and he'd been conned into a full-scale hijacking operation. Before that, Nick had been content to sidetrack a few things at a time. His plans hadn't included hijacking a half-million dollars worth of TV sets! Now, everything's all blown to hell and back!
Lying down on his side, Nick squirmed himself into position next to Matt Lyman, until his insanely jerking cock was even with Alice Cook's face, contorted with passion and shame and flailing from side to side, disarranging her golden, blonde hair hopelessly.
In spite of her feeling of abject debasement, Alice felt the slamming cocks of her ravishers deeply, and she had the impression that everything in the world was concentrated down there between her legs where Redel's two strongmen drilled into her with equally monster-sized drills. Her mouth opened and closed with her labored breathing and she mewled incessantly with the mounting pleasure she had tried at first to reject.
Then, rough, strong-fingered hands were restraining her uncontrolled, flailing head, forcing it to turn to the side and fingers were opening her mouth, as a rubbery-smooth, warmly throbbing object was thrust between her lips. She opened glazed eyes, almost unseeing with her rising passion, to see that it was Nick Redel's long and thick penis that was in her mouth, its head between her rounded lips, the flavor of it already permeating her mouth with a strange, tanginess ... and she remembered that it was the way her husband, Bob's, had tasted last night when she had experimented with kissing and licking it. For a moment, she resisted ... but it was hopeless ... even useless to object, so she resigned herself to it, understanding now for the first time what Matt had meant when he said Nick could have what was left ... after Matt and Phil had each chosen one of her other openings. As she relaxed her lips and jaw, she felt his madly throbbing cock slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks with its pulsating rigidity and stabbing far back into her throat. God! She had thought it was impossible!...But, this's ... what they meant ... all along! Three men! Three cocks ... all fucking me ... at the same time! OOOOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
Nick held her head firmly in place with his hands, and with crass indifference began to flex his hips, sawing his aching, demanding cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her oral cavern as though it were a warmly moist cunt. Brutally, he rammed it into her, almost all of his lengthy rod disappearing up between her full, pouty lips, causing her to gag chokingly. She struggled with her breathing and an overwhelming sense of nausea ... and after a few moments, she found that the feeling left her. She was able to breathe freely on each lip-punishing out-stroke.
Swirling, then, through her belly, she began to experience a strange masochistic hunger, a need for what was happening to her, and the very thought of having three men fucking her, at the same time, in each of her bodily orifices, caused her to moan with ecstatic pleasure, as her body writhed and squirmed between the two men, while at the same time, she tightened her lips and actually tried to suck on Nick's hard-fucking cock.
Hungrily, her lips enveloped him, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing, lewdly, and her tongue beginning to lap voraciously at the pulsating head, the tip of it searching for the tiny split in the lust-engorged head. At the same time she was aware of her buttocks, driving back and down against Matt's upward thrusting cock soaring up into her searing rectum, then forward and up to absorb all of Phil Norton's cruelly buffeting cock fucking deep into her now voracious and insatiable cuntal passage. Nothing mattered but this, to have that pair of lust-hardened cocks fucking into her quivering white belly, while the third one slipped lewdly in and out of her wildly sucking mouth....Then, dimly she wondered what it would be like when Nick came. Would he withdraw ... or was she expected to swallow it? She didn't know.
Her answer was not long in arriving.
Suddenly, Nick could hold back no longer. She felt his cock's shaft expanding in her mouth, and spurting gushingly as streams of white-hot semen jetted from the end of his cock and deep into her mouth and throat. Her head was held solidly in place by Nick's hands, and she was forced to swallow gulpingly, her lips tight around his lewdly pumping cock. Then, as Nick relaxed, his gradually deflating penis pulling part way out of her mouth, she kept right on sucking, not wanting any of the creamy liquid to be spilled. Finally, with a satisfied groan, Nick was rolling away to the side, and his now-completely-softened cock pulled slitheringly from between her still avidly sucking lips.
Then, she was chanting pleadingly, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her words in tempo with each slamming thrust into her cunt and rectum. Wildly, insanely, without mercy, the two men thrust and rammed into her, with all their strength, until all three were panting, moaning and crying in a strange unintelligible cacophony of sexual abandon.
Beneath her, Matt Lyman grunted as his suddenly erupting cock flooded her rear passage with his cum, his cock spewing deep up into her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his ejaculating prick along the smooth, spongy walls of her rectum. Then, he stiffened under her and drove his thick length up into her for a final goring thrust, as his prick pumped his cum through him in endless streams of ecstasy. "God damn!" he said. "God damn! God ... damn...! "
Alice Cook, between them was suddenly on a run-away escalator that rushed upward to spew her out headlong into explosive climax. Convulsive spasms charged through her body, and she pulled her legs back to take Phil's jack-hammering cock deeper into the clasping channel of her searing cunt, as at the same time, she wailed out her rapture like a banshee. "OOOooohhh! God! IIIII'mmmm cummmmmmiiiiinnnngggggggg!
For several more cunt-drubbing strokes, Phil slammed into her before he, too, blasted his cum into her seething cuntal passage, his creamy, hot sperm jetting through the lengthy shaft of his cock to splash deep into the moist, dark and clasping confines of her vagina. With a gasp, panting for breath, the young, long-haired man dropped his weight down on top of her and moaned, "Christ! What a fuck! What a gorgeous cunt!"
It was all over!
For several moments there were only the sounds of panting sighs. Finally, Phil rolled to his side away from her, his cock slipping out of her sperm-flooded vagina with a moist, sucking sound. Then, Matt squirmed out from under her and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Damn ... that was worth the trouble!" he muttered. "I never fucked a woman in the ass before!"
A key grated in the front door.
Phil Norton heard it, and his knife was in his hand. "Cook's coming!" he hissed.
Matt jumped off the bed and dug out his pistol; then with one accord, each of them leaped to either side of the bedroom door.
Coming into the room, Bob saw his wife on the bed, naked, her legs spread obscenely, and sitting on the edge of the bed, Nick Redel,-likewise naked, looked up at him with what he could only interpret as a hangdog look.
"What the hell. . . ! " Bob exploded.
Matt Lyman stepped in close behind him and clipped him lightly behind the ear with a ham-handed fist. Bob folded down to the floor without another sound, unconscious.
Concernedly, Geneva Barton rushed into the bedroom and knelt beside Alice's husband, leaning closely over him to learn how badly he might have been hurt. "Why did you have to do that?" she demanded.
Phil pulled her roughly to her feet and shoved her toward the bed, growling, "We think he's the one who finked to the fuzz!"
"You're wrong!" Geneva flared.
"That's what ... I tried to tell them...! " Alice groaned, sitting up in the bed.
"...And we're not taking any chances!" Matt growled, as he pulled some of Alice's stockings out of a dresser drawer. "Tie him up with these, Phil!"
Swiftly the younger man went to work using the stockings to bind Bob's hands, while Matt swaggered over to Geneva. "I'm glad you showed up, Doll," he leered. "You can join our little party!"
"Like hell I will! From the looks of things ... I'd guess you've gang-banged this little girl...Bob's wife ... isn't she?" Then, turning to Alice, Geneva's green eyes swept over her, taking in the loveliness of her body. "Is that what happened, honey . .-'. ? "
"Yes...." Alice choked. "All three ... at the same time!"
Contemptuously, Geneva spat, "How could you, Nick?"
"Hell! It doesn't make any difference! Everything's all shot ... and it's just a matter of time ... until I'm in a cell!" The trucking company owner didn't dare look at his lovely mistress.
But Matt's eyes were devouring the voluptuous red-head's body. He had wanted her for some time, now, and this was his chance.
Hell! Nick's caved in! He's as spineless as a jellyfish!
"I wasn't kidding you ... about joining our little party, Doll ... so start stripping! You're next!" Matt told her.
"Go to hell ... Matt!" Geneva grated, as her hand swung in a long, roundhouse slap at his face.
The ex-convict was startled for only an instant before his own arm swung in a short, powerful arc, his open hand catching her full on the side of the face with a loud crack.
"OOoohh!" she screamed. "Nick! Stop him!"...But Nick Redel sat silently, making no move to help her. Christ! What can I do...?
"Your big man's a great, big blob of nothing!" Matt chortled, as she cringed away from him. "Now ... either you start stripping ... or we'll do it for you!"
For answer, Geneva made a blindly desperate dash for the door. Phil, who had finished tying Bob Cook's unconscious form, just then, lunged for her, caught her and shoved her back onto the bed; then, together, Matt and Phil tore, cut and ripped her clothing from her, and she was cringing away from them, naked and moaning for Nick, "For God's sake, Nick! Help me! These crazy bastards ... are going to rape me!"
"Hell, Geneva ... I can't stop them!" He was miserable, paralyzed ... unable to act ... even for her.
Then, Matt was on top of her, his cruel hands digging into the satin-smooth flesh of her full-mounded breasts and his mouth trying to capture hers.
"I've waited a long time for this!" he grunted.
"You'll have to wait a hell of a lot longer!" a voice grated from the bedroom door.
Rod Cable, flanked by two plainclothes detectives of the Los Angeles Police Department stood just inside the door with drawn guns. "Now ... ease off the bed and stand against the wall ... all three of you!"
One of the detectives was untying Bob Cook, who was groggily aware of what was going on. He sat up on the floor and looked dazedly around the room. Nick Redel, Matt Lyman and Phil Norton were in custody. The other detective was reaching into a closet where he found a robe which he tossed to Alice, suggesting that she get covered up.
"...And, Miss Barton ... you get dressed, too!" Rod Cable growled. "We want to question you!"
"No! Rod! She's innocent! She didn't have anything to do with it!"
"Is that right, Redel?" Rod asked Nick.
"That's right! She's in the clear ... all the way!" It was the most decent thing Nick had done for the last several hours.
"Okay ... but I think the LAPD would like to have you come downtown, tomorrow ... to make some kind of statement ... right?"
"That's right, Miss Barton," the detective guarding the three men affirmed.
The three prisoners were forced to dress. They were handcuffed and led from the house. Rod Cable remained behind for a moment. "We'll need your statement, too, Bob ... and perhaps your wife would want to prefer charges, also...."
"I don't know ... yet...." Alice faltered. "I'll have to think about it...."
Geneva was slipping into Bob's dressing gown. Savagely, she spat. "I would ... if I were you!"
"Please, think hard about it!" Rod told her.
The insurance investigator left, leaving Geneva
Barton there with Bob Cook and his wife. At the front door, he paused, then came back to stand in the bedroom door, "I was just thinking...." he said, "perhaps, I could run you home ... Miss Barton...?"
The red-head smiled her thanks at him, almost divining what was going through his mind. She knew it must be the prelude to a pass that was aimed at his ending up by taking her to bed. "No thank you ... Mister...?"
"Cable...." the lanky detective supplied. "Rod Cable."
"No thanks ... Mr. Cable. I have my car here . , . and I'll drive home myself. Besides, I want to help take care of Bob. He had a nasty knock on the head!"
"Okay...." Rod grinned and was gone.
Bob was on the bed taking his wife, Alice, into his arms.
"It was just horrible...." she sobbed.
"It's all over, now ... and everything's going to be all right!" he soothed, kissing her tenderly.
Geneva lay down on the bed, covertly whispering into Ins ear, "Bob ... I'm all hot and bothered...That gorilla, Matt Lyman got me all worked up ... and I've got to be laid!"
Startled, he turned his head and whispered back, "...But, Alice ... my wife ... she's here, too!"
"...And, she's just had a group sex thing that flipped her right out of her skull! I think she'd be ready for more ... if it's handled right!" Her tiny hand moved down over his lean body to find the growing erection in his pants, her fingers massaging its hardening length caressingly.
"What are you two whispering about...?" Bob's lovely wife asked.
"I was just asking your husband ... whether I could stay here, tonight!" Geneva said.
"We ... we ... don't have an extra bedroom...."
"I know ... Would you share your bed ... with me...?"
"Well ... I...." Alice began, not understanding it at all. "What about Bob...?"
"We could ... share him, too...." Geneva suggested.
Alice's first reaction was one of rejection, then she remembered: God! I've just been fucked by three men ... and Bob must know it.. . !
"What...?" she gasped. "You mean ... the two of us ... with Bob."
"Of course...! "
"Oh, God! Bob ... is that what you want ... too . ". . ? " she asked.
"Yeah! It'd be great!" he grinned, as his now fully erect cock jerked involuntarily against Geneva's taunting hand which had brought him to throbbing readiness. "Anyway ... I've never fucked two women ... at the same time!"
"Darling ... do you know what those ... three men did?"
"Yes ... I do...."
"...And, it doesn't make any difference...?"
"No ... because they forced you ... didn't they...?"
"At first ... but I enjoyed it ... after awhile! I really had an orgasm that was out of this world! Can you understand that...?"
"Sure ... if you were stimulated enough...." he said, "Like I'm getting right now!"
Alice's hand dropped down toward his lewdly bulging cock and touched the softly female hand of Geneva Barton, understanding instantly the reason for her husband's arousal.
"All right! You're on!" she said, startling herself, as she agreed to it. "You can fuck both of us!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Honey...?" Bob called out to his wife, holding his hand over the telephone mouthpiece. "How'd you like to go out to dinner, tomorrow night ... and night-clubbing afterward!? "
Coming into the living room from the kitchen, where she was busy getting supper ready, Alice asked, "Who do we know who can do that...?"
"Rod Cable...." he smiled. "He says he wants to talk to me about coming to work with him!"
"Really? Doing what ....?"
"Investigating insurance claims...."
"...And breaking up hijacking gangs ... I suppose...?"
"Well ... I suppose so. He says that since we worked together so well on that Redel thing ... we ought to team up!" Bob explained. "Anyway ... he also said his wife wanted to meet us ... and get better acquainted."
Alice remembered how the tall good-looking detective with the blonde hair had looked at her, as she lay naked on her bed that evening, when he had burst in to capture Nick Redel, Matt Lyman and Phil Norton. He was definitely interested in me ... I wonder how it'd be with him...? It was an idle thought, but in the next instant she was asking, "...And, I suppose you'd like to get to know his wife...?"
"Well, sure," he told her, "I always like to meet new people ... and get to know them ... don't you...?"
"Yes! Yes ... I do ... especially, when they're tall, good-looking detectives!" Alice answered, a warm glow lighting her deep, blue eyes.
Uncovering the phone's mouthpiece, Bob said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Rod. We'd be glad to go to dinner with you and your wife!"
* * *
Lisa Cable had been listening in on the conversation, using the extension telephone. As Rod broke the connection, she went to join him, smiling her approval. "Well ... it's all set, then?"
"Yeah ... they'll be here about 6:30 tomorrow evening." he told her. "We'll have cocktails here ... okay...?"
"You know Rod ... the more I think about it ... I wonder if it wouldn't be best to have dinner, here ... too...?"
"Could be...." Rod agreed. "It could speed things up a little...."
Lisa's gray eyes smoldered. "You know damned well it will, Rod! The beds are here ... and I much prefer a nice soft bed to the back seat of a car any day!"
"Well ... I remember the time when you thought the back seat of a car was the only place to get laid!" he joked.
"That was before we got married!"
"...And for quite a few times afterward!" he observed. "...With somebody else!" His leering eyes swept over her.
"...But, not without your knowing ... just like tomorrow evening!" she reminded him with a little lewd smile of her own.