Everyone knows that the value of money and its ability to purchase are based on the strength and solidarity of the government which backs it up; no one questions this fact. We take money totally for granted as we go about buying our daily needs with it. What we also take for granted as a part of 20th century life in America is the fact of short and long term credit. "Cash or charge?" the salesgirl asks, and the answer is more often than not "charge".
Time payments are the American way of life. Charge plates are more common than money as we go about blithely charging everything from tonight's dinner to color televisions, the latest model cars and new furnishings for the house with the 20 year mortgage always delaying the moment of payment in hope that at a later date we will have more than enough money to pay for the things we've bought today, to say nothing of the things we bought last week and the things we'll buy next week. "Keeping up with the Joneses" is a catch-phrase which aptly sums it all up-we live beyond our means in order to keep up certain appearances.
But what good are all those appearances to a person who is walking a narrow tightrope one step ahead of the bill collectors? And what happens when a store suddenly cuts off his credit? When the bank won't make another loan? When he makes just one impulse purchase and is no longer able to juggle his bill payments?
When Black Bart, the dastardly bill collector, arrives to foreclose on poor Miss Tillie's house because she can't pay the mortgage, Daring Dan is always there to save the day. Not so for most of us, and decidedly not so for Lena and her friend Karlie, the two young innocents of the story which unfolds here. Behind on their rent at the Palms Court Apartments, the two girls find themselves at the mercy of the apartment house manager, Lou Musselman. They discover first hand what it means to be in debt to someone and not be able to pay. At their own expense, they learn that credit is backed up, or guaranteed, only by the goodwill of the person who extends it. And, unfortunately, they also learn what can happen when that person has no scruples, much less goodwill a sobering lesson for us all.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Passing this construction site was certainly less than the highlight of Lena's afternoon. Today, like every school day when she walked back from the Rivertown campus, the steel and concrete skeleton of a growing high-rise complex was as crowded as a tree full of Rhesus monkeys. Only this tree was filled with gaping construction workers, all wearing their hard hats and, apparently, all suffering from acute horniness. Of course, she could always find another way, maybe by walking up Field Street, two blocks over, and bypassing this corner altogether, but that seemed like an awful lot of trouble. And besides, this was America, wasn't it? I mean, shouldn't a young girl have the freedom to walk where she pleased without providing the afternoon's entertainment for a howling gang of over-sexed workmen? Anyway, that was the way Lena saw it. Call it Scandinavian stubbornness or whatever you like, she was determined to walk this street anytime she cared to, no matter what this crowd of monkeys did to make it unpleasant for her. Besides, she had too much on her mind today to even notice these over-sexed delinquents, despite their airborne antics high on the steel beams as she passed by below. Today was the day to see Mr. Musselman about the rent, and that was something that had kept her more than occupied all morning long, right through her English class at the college and on through the lunch she had merely toyed with at the Harrison Cafeteria. Vaguely, she could remember the instructor's lecture from this morning, though she was certainly grateful she had not been called on for a class contribution.
No, this business with the overdue rent was really starting to worry her. Lena could only blame herself for what had happened; Al certainly had done more than his share. Her husband was barely making ends meet on the tiny check he got every month from the government for his military combat service, but it was never enough to pay all the expenses for the two of them. Usually the school bills were met on time, but somehow, they always seemed to be running short, even with her salary from the part-time job she had in the foreign language department's research center. But this time it was even worse than before the rent had not been paid for two months, enough time for the building manager, Lou Musselman, to have them evicted. She had already talked to him once, and though the experience had left her with a somewhat bitter aftertaste from dealing with the man, he had certainly seemed agreeable enough to an extension. Only now the extra time had passed, and they were still lacking the money they needed to pay the rent due the Palms Court Apartments.
Lena could feel her teeth grinding together as she came closer to the building site, and even though she had earlier crossed to the opposite side of the street, the expected flirting hoots and catcalls were fast coming. She kept her eyes dead ahead, head as firmly erect as when she used to play soldier with her dad when they lived on the U.S. Army bases in Germany in the early fifties.
"Hey, Hank, would you take a look at that one!" came the distant mating cry of the first to spot her hurriedly making her way to their apartment a couple of blocks away, her thick blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and falling to the middle of her narrow back as she walked in quick steps along the sidewalk, anxious to finish this afternoon's business and get home to begin Al's dinner. He had classes until six over on the law campus and Lena always tried to have dinner ready to serve when he came in, tired and spent from a long day in his graduate law school studies. Her mother was an old-school Scandinavian, born and bred in the rugged Swedish north land, and she had left her mark on Lena's attitudes about life and about her marriage in particular. Lena was no ever-smiling overburdened housewife, but then, neither was she a women's lib type. She just believed, without ever questioning it, that there were some things in life she was expected to do, and one of these duties was to be a good, faithful wife for her man. It wasn't something she had carefully conceived, it was just the way it was meant to be.
"Hey, baby, what'ya doing tonight?" Another randy cry echoed from the towering steel girders and the daily performance was on in earnest. Until she reached the corner and was safely beyond their disgusting shouts and obscenely taunting cries, it was truly like passing the monkey house at the zoo, just an unintelligible cacophony of mindless shouts and offerings until they had tired of this sport and gone back to their work. Lena shook her head, breathing normally now that she was nearing the safety of home honestly, sometimes she wished she had been born homely or something. She couldn't help the way she looked; there was just some strange kind of attraction she had for American men. She had talked about it often enough with Al and with her best friend, Karlie Hansen. Just something about being tall and Swedish seemed to set off an awful lot of men in this country like she had a sign reading "Free love given here" stretched across her back. And in actuality, Lena wasn't even Swedish. Sure enough, her mother had been an honest-to-God Swede, but her father, though of Swedish heritage, was an Army captain born and raised in a Swedish community west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. They had met when he was on duty in Europe, while he was vacationing in Sweden, curious about the land of his forebears, and she had returned with him to the United States when Lena was fourteen years old. He only lived another year after that, and Lena had spent her teenage years growing up in California, first at the Presidio in San Francisco, and then in San Diego, where her mother had some friends and a half-sister who was married to a retired Navy officer.
After graduating from high school in California, Lena had gone to Europe for the summer, in hopes of finding a job that would enable her to stay on when autumn came around. And luckily, she had struggled through enough French and German in high school to make a pretty impressive package of language skills when they were combined with her English and Swedish. She wouldn't have liked to admit it, but her looks might have had something to do with her getting that job with an American computer outfit with European headquarters in Vaucresson, just outside Paris. She was working there when she met Al, then a college junior spending that nearly obligatory summer in Europe that all American students look forward to like they longed for Christmas when they were younger.
Strange, she could recall now, she had not really liked him at first, Al being a bit bookish for her tastes then. But he had asked her out, and after a few dates with him, things began to change, and change fast. She invited him out to San Diego that fall, quitting the job she had wanted so badly just a couple of months earlier, and after meeting her mother, Al proposed and she accepted. It all seemed so logical, so natural, like they had just both been drifting through life waiting to meet that afternoon in Paris.
Lena smiled as she mentally thumbed through those tender memories, so recent in some ways, so far away in others. Al was a bit shy then and even now he was sometimes uncomfortable around new people, though he was working on erasing all that, since it was hardly practical for a shy person to become a lawyer. She had gone into Paris on an errand for her boss, the head of the European marketing section, and stopped off at the American Express office to see if there was any last mail straggling in from the States. She had written most everyone of her decision to stay on in France and of her new address, but since she was in the city that day anyway, it could not hurt to check, just in case. Al was in line with a college buddy of his when she went in and his friend, George Foster, was really the one who struck up a conversation. But George only reminded her of all the smart-aleck college boys she had known back in California, and she was in no mood for that kind of adolescent foolishness then. She could laugh about it now, but Lena knew now how silly she must have seemed then, all of eighteen and so sure of herself as a "career girl" in wicked, exciting
Paris. Wow, what a role she had played that summer two years ago! It seemed like a hundred years had passed since then, and now she was another person altogether, a student and a housewife both, and maybe one day not too far off, she'd be a mother, too.
That was something they had decided would have to wait at least another two or three years, until Al was out of law school and well into some kind of decent-paying job. He wanted a corporate practice, eventually, but he was reasonable enough to know he'd have to take what he could get until he had a bit of work experience under his belt.
Yes, a lot was over the dam since that warm summer afternoon in Paris two years ago. Maybe if George had asked her for a date instead of Al, she would still be working for the marketing director in those plush Vaucresson offices, spending her off hours in the bistros and discotheques of Paris, instead of ironing shirts and opening cans of spaghetti sauce. But then, she wouldn't have Al, and that was enough to make up for all the excitement and glamour of Paris. And besides, one day this law school struggling would just be a bunch of warm memories and then she and Al would have the money to go back to Paris, not as kids with stars in their eyes maybe, but still young enough to have fun. Probably, that kind of thinking was some of her Swedish blood talking again, but what did it matter if she was happy, she asked herself.
* * *
She was just in front of the metal gate that opened onto the stairs for Palms Court Apartments. It was obviously supposed to be a security gate, as there was a hole in the concrete support where the speaker box used to be, but though there was an impressive enough looking lock on the wrought iron gate, she had never known the gate to be closed, much less locked, in the year they had been here. Palms Court was once a luxury building, filled with impressively decorated apartments for executives and rich old widows and the like. But the passing of time and the construction of the extension campus so close by had exacted a severe toll on the aging dowager's six floors of two bedroom apartments, all of them now filled with students from the college, some in groups, both boys and girls, and a handful of married couples like Al and Lena Ingram in 5-D. Karlie lived alone in 4-C, just below them and to the rear. For a while she had a roommate named Chris, but Chris never managed to find enough time in her busy schedule of having fun to keep her grades above passing, so she was gone now, back to Oklahoma or Kansas or somewhere like that, and Karlie was alone until another roommate came along or until she too flunked out of State. Lena often wondered just how much longer Karlie could hang on by the skin of her teeth; twice already she had been placed on academic suspension and by all rights she should havy been kicked out long before now. But Karlie, in her inimitable way, had managed to con somebody in the records office into giving her another chance. Or so she said. Whatever it was that she pulled off, it worked, because the bouncy redhead with the campus-wide reputation for swinging was still on the rolls, however barely.
Lena had known Karlie a long time, since the days on the Army bases in Germany, actually, though there was a five year break in there when Karlie's father was transferred to the States and they didn't run into each other again until they were both in high school, Lena in San Diego and Karlie in Los Angeles. Even then they managed to see each other often, and since Karlie transferred here last year, they were nearly inseparable. Lena knew her friend was in possession of a slightly more than scandalous reputation, but that didn't matter to her at all. She figured, with true Scandinavian logic, that Karlie's manner and morals were her own business, as long as she kept them to herself. So it was a subject they seldom discussed unless Karlie brought it up, which was almost never.
Lena knew her girlfriend had had more than her share of rough breaks, and she just assumed that these were the reason behind her wildness. She knew first hand that Karlie had been sent off to Tijuana when she was just a sophomore in high school for an abortion and that she had nearly died from a subsequent infection when she returned home to Los Angeles. Lena knew also that there had been some incredibly messy family scandal, something Karlie had only once mentioned and then only slightly. She remembered that when she had briefly said something about it one night when they were kidding around about old times, that Karlie had for once lost that carefree, devil-may-care smile of hers and that genuine tears had come to her freckled cheeks. That was the one and only time Lena had seen her lower the mask, so she knew that whatever had happened had left an awful scar in its wake. Once she had heard a rumor of incest, but that was something she refused to accept or deny. It was just a rumor, after all, and nothing to judge a person by, right or wrong. But she viewed Karlie in a different light now, just the same; and she was perhaps a bit more inclined to look the other way when the vivacious redhead got off onto one of her wild escapades, though, Heaven knows, there were still enough people around to shake their heads and point their accusing fingers at Karlie, probably more out of jealousy than out of real outrage.
And Karlie was a girl with plenty for anybody to envy, all right. She was tall and lithe, five-ten, an inch taller than Lena, with the most beautiful red hair you could imagine, bright and brassy in the sunlight, and thick and luxuriantly wine-red at night. And Karlie had a face that would have done any magazine cover justice, always with just the right amount of make-up, never too much, sometimes none at all if the situation called for it. Karlie was one of those girls for whom being beautiful and chic just came naturally; she'd never had any formal training in modeling or make-up, but she somehow seemed to hit it right on the money every time. Lena never really envied her, for she had always done pretty well in the looks department herself, but she supposed if it came to a showdown, Karlie would probably win hands-down, though she was certain she could muster a close second.
Lena got out of the elevator on the fourth floor and rang her girlfriend's buzzer to see if she'd come home yet. There was no sign of movement inside and that meant that either Karlie was still on the campus, or that she had stayed out all night and was paralyzed in the throes of a terminal hangover and was unable to lift herself out of bed. She left her a note on the tiny notepad tacked to her door and started up the stairs, but a movement outside her own door caught her eye and ear and she stopped dead still on the old dark and musty stairway. It was the manager, Mr. Musselman! Lena froze in her tracks and held her breath until he had turned away from the door and gone down in the elevator. Wow, that was close! She knew he'd be around sooner or later and that she'd have to face him somehow, but if she could only stretch it until next week when she got her paycheck from the language department, then she wouldn't have to put him off again.
Oh, damn that Karlie, it's all her fault! She and Al were just one month behind, nothing serious, but now, now there was an enormous bill due, and they were far enough in arrears to be evicted. At least that was what Al had explained to her, and he certainly ought to know about the law. But that wasn't the worst of it the terrible part was that, for the first time since their marriage, Lena had been forced to tell her husband a lie. And that was the part that was eating at her, keeping her awake at night.
It all really began with that afternoon two weeks ago she and Karlie went into New York to go shopping. Not really to buy much of anything, but more just to look at the fall sales and to ogle the show windows along Fifth Avenue. Classes for undergraduates were all cancelled for the day, some kind of campus-wide memorial day for one of the school's administrators who had recently passed away after a lingering illness. She didn't even know who he was, just some name she had heard a couple of times, but it gave them both a perfect excuse to spend the day together, just doing girl-things, as Al's classes were being held as usual since the law school was a separate part of the university system. So they had both gotten up early, caught the commuter train down into
New York, and headed out for a day of single-girl fun in the big city, reveling in the Indian summer weather of September, but mostly just to enjoy a change of pace, to be among the bustling citizens of the big city for a while. Or at least that was what Lena had planned. Karlie, it seemed, had viewed things a bit differently.
Karlie was behind with Mr. Musselman too, even worse than she and Al were, but it didn't seem to be weighing very heavily on her mind that day. In fact, as she had explained it to Lena over shrimp cocktails for lunch, she had talked to Mr. Musselman herself and he had expressly told her not to worry, and had even given her permission to give the same assurances to Lena. It seemed that the apartments were owned by a widow, a Mrs. Van Hunt, and she was so loaded that she never really checked the books, much less questioned an account, he had explained. So, said Karlie, why worry about it now as long as you'll have the money when you get paid?
And the rest had been her own stupidity, coupled with the awareness that she hadn't bought any new clothes in three or four months. Right after lunch, they stumbled onto a little boutique on the edge of the Village that was going out of business and had marked all their clothes down fifty percent. That was all it took Karlie had assured her repeatedly that it would be all right, even offered to keep whatever she bought at her place until she could explain it to Al.
She hated herself now for what she did, but there was no sense crying over spilled milk. Between them they spent almost two hundred dollars, and Lena managed to use all of the balance they had in their joint checking account, the money that she had promised Al would go towards the rent balance.
Even now, Lena was not certain how she could have managed to do such a stupid thing, never, in all the time she had been with Al, had she stooped to deception. How could she have been so stupid? Of course, she knew she only had herself to blame; Karlie might have prodded her a bit, but she would never have succumbed to the temptation if the desire hadn't been there already.
And now, with all those clothes sitting in Karlie's apartment, Lena found herself unable to gather the courage to try and explain this utter stupidity to Al. She had it all figured out, if only she could manage to duck seeing the apartment manager until she got her paycheck from the college. Then, using every cent of it, she could bail them out and explain what she had done to her husband. Maybe he would be a little less inclined to blow his top if the rent was all paid. She knew he'd be mad, of course, but hopefully she could make it up to him. And one thing for certain, she would never be so dumb and thoughtless again!
Lena felt like a sneak thief as she turned the key in the door and entered the apartment. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, running and hiding in stairwells like this. She didn't like it at all. If she learned nothing else from all this, at least she would know enough to stay out of hot water for her own peace of mind. Unconsciously, she ran her hands over her arms, as if there should be some physical layer of grime there to mark her sneakiness ... Ugh, I feel like some kind of criminal, she said aloud, then clamped her hand to her mouth as she realized Al might have come home early.
But there was no one there, only a note from her husband thumb tacked to their usual spot for written communications, a scrap piece of cork from the language department remodeling that Al had nailed over the refrigerator. She read it absentmindedly usually it was a reminder of Al's late class or some special project in the department. Only this time she wasn't so fortunate ... her blood suddenly chilled as her eyes scanned the devastating words again and again, her mind recoiling in disbelief, refusing to accept what her vision told her. Lena honey, I went ahead and paid the rent. There was just enough left in the account to cover it and now we won't have to worry about it even if we eat beans until you get paid. See you about eight, got a make-up exam. Al
Oh my God, he didn't! Tell me he didn't! There's nothing left in the account ... the money for those clothes took all of it! A kaleidoscope vision of terror suddenly flashed across her brain ... the check ll bounce! Oh dear God, his whole career might be ruined! What if the school finds out! Oh no, this can't be happening, I've destroyed Al's whole career just for my own selfish stupidity!
Lena collapsed into a chair, her hand clutching her husband's note as she read it again and again, as if somehow the words might change and this would all be a mistake. But the words didn't change ... and Lena Ingram knew only too well that her whole world might have collapsed around her. Her bewildered mask of disbelief changed to one of frightened remorse as the tears ran in salty rivulets down her cheeks. She knew there was little or nothing she could do. The clothes were not returnable, and she knew no one who had this kind of money to lend her. No, this was her own mess and she'd have to find a way out of it. But for now, she was resolved not to say anything to Al. Not until tomorrow morning when the apartment office reopened and she had a chance to talk to Mr. Musselman. Maybe something could be worked out ... somehow, there had to be a way. There just had to be!
CHAPTER TWO
Lou Musselman cursed under his breath as his right hand fumbled with the stereo cartridge player on his metallic-silver Eldorado; with the other, he deftly maneuvered the huge luxury automobile through the early evening parkway traffic, effortlessly steering it with the tips of his fingers as he switched lanes and made his way toward the upcoming exit, the one that would take him to Gloria's suburban home and an evening he was especially looking forward to.
Curse the goddamn luck! Everything was going so beautifully. Christ it was dropping like manna from the heavens, all right into his lap. If only that great-looking Ingram broad with the big tits had been home today, everything would have gone off like a dream.
Just as quickly as it had come on, Lou's depression vanished as the soulful moans of an old Ray Charles hit filled the Cadillac's plush interior. Yeah, what the hell ... things were probably going too well. Anyway, this was hardly a setback. Tomorrow was another day and there was still plenty of time to get the operation rolling before Halbauer got back from
Chicago. He'd promised to have all the details worked out before the big man returned, but there was really no cause for alarm. After all, he was at least two weeks ahead of schedule. Fuck, there might even be a bonus in this for him!
Yes, Lou felt better again and he settled back into the sinfully comfortable driver's seat of the smooth-riding car and flicked the turn signal with his little finger, steering the huge sedan like some kind of land yacht, aiming it for the stop light at the end of the off ramp and the left turn that would take him to Forest Knoll and the Van Hunt mansion. He felt his skin tingle at the prospect of what awaited him tonight ... one of Gloria's fantastic dinners, never the same one twice, good wine, soft music in front of the enormous rock fireplace her late husband had designed himself, and then ... well, that was the best part of all. Hell, ol' Reggie must be spinning like a top in his marble vault, watching his good-looking woman getting it thrown to her by Lou Musselman. The old bastard wouldn't have given Lou the time of day when he was alive snobbish was hardly the term for Reginald P. H. Van Hunt. You'd have thought he was blood-kin to the Creator himself the way he high-hatted it around, his nose stuck up so high some folks said he'd drown if he ever got caught in a heavy rainstorm.
Anyway, the snooty ol' prick got just what he deserved as far as Lou and most of the others who knew him were concerned, it was only a shame the bastard didn't suffer a bit more before he finally kicked the bucket. He was driving that big Bentley of his at the time, cutting in and out of traffic like he owned the expressway or something. But "Sir Reggie" as folks liked to call him behind his back, though he was as close to being knighted as Al Capone, finally came up against his match. Tried to cut off a tandem-rig transfer hauler, one of those big jobs racing along at seventy or seventy five. Damn thing jackknifed when the driver tried to stop it, but Reggie was the only one who suffered, 'cept maybe the insurance company that paid for the totaled cab and most of the load that was shattered along a half-mile of interstate highway. Reggie's Bentley was pinned under the first of the heavily-laden trailers and it took the highway patrol and two wreckers with acetylene torches to get him out, or at least, what was left of him.
Lou had been working for Van Hunt almost a year when the accident happened, first as manager of one of his office buildings and then, manager of the Palms Court, where he was now. Only then, it was at one-fifty a week with all the overtime and abuse the withered old tyrant could heap on. Now, though, things were a bit different. Gloria Van Hunt was running the show now that she was a widow, and a rich one at that. Or at least, she liked to think she was. In actuality, Lou had managed in the fourteen months since Reggie died, to perform a few corporate maneuvers of his own, some with
Gloria's full consent, others a bit less openly. But the end result was that everything the apartments, the two shopping centers, and the agency for running them all were managed through his office in the basement of the Palms Court building. Nobody would have guessed it, except maybe for his one little indulgence, this car he had lusted after for years. On the surface, he appeared to be just a salaried manager, hardly more than a building super, but Lou's fingers were fast getting into everything.
Ha! He laughed at his own unintentional little pun getting into everything! Christ, most of all, he was getting into the old man's wife!
Yeah, this life was a far cry from the old days. And in Lou's case, the old days were not the "good old days." For a sizable bit of his past was eaten up by that hungriest of memory-eating monsters, prison. Seven years, three months and fourteen days, to be precise, all of them in the prisons of the State of California. There had been only one run-in with the law before he caught that one, a suspended sentence for worthless checks on a drunken binge down in Georgia. He was lucky that time the court was one of those Justice of the Peace deals the South is noted for, and the judge, a wallpaper contractor when he wasn't on the bench, was far more interested in collecting the court charges than in seeing some Yankee boy go off to the road gangs. There was no money in it if he got time, so the JP was more than willing to arrange terms that satisfied both the accused and the court. It had cost him an extra three hundred dollars, all of which he had borrowed from his brother in Ohio, but at least he had gotten off without going to prison. The second time around, he wasn't so fortunate.
California judges were more interested in seeing justice served, and in his particular case, justice demanded that he serve a goodly number of years behind bars for the crime of signing another man's name to a half dozen payroll checks. He probably could have gotten off with half the time if he had knuckled under and told the court where he got the checks, but he knew better than to go off to prison marked as a stoolie. Anybody with any kind of experience in the criminal underworld knows that's a gold-plated invitation to get your throat cut in your sleep. So he never did tell them who actually stole those checks, even though it might have cost him three years of his life. And that's a hell of a long time to a man still under forty.
But Lou never regretted his decision, not for a minute, for instead of rotting away in some graveyard in California, he was driving this imagine new car, wearing clothes like he used to dream about in prison. And better still, thanks to Aaron Halbauer, Lou was well on the way to bigger and more rewarding territory. Big money, money like he'd always daydreamed about, enough to go anywhere, do anything, money for broads. Not these local birds, but real big-city classy chicks with imagine clothes and mink stoles. Yes sir, Lou Musselman was on his way to the big time. And though neither of them knew it yet, those two sweet-looking honeys on the fourth and fifth floors at the Palms Court were going to be the first of many to chip in on his ticket to the bright lights!
CHAPTER THREE
Dinner, like always was fantastic. Lou often wondered where Gloria learned to cook like that; if she were less fortunate and needed a source of income, there wasn't a restaurant around that could have turned her down after sampling some of her creations. Tonight's dinner was from the Indian sub-continent, a mouth-watering curry that would have done justice to any maharajah's table.
Lou had removed his jacket and was sitting with Gloria in front of the fireplace, their usual cozy spot for after-dinner relaxing and an occasional brandy. If the truth were known, Lou would have preferred a thick Havana and the old fight films on the UHF channel, but that sort of thing was out as long as he was around Gloria. No sir, he was too close to the jackpot to rock the boat now. He had his arm around her shoulders and was eyeing her while she was staring into the fire. Man, she was one damn nice-looking woman! Lucky for both of them she married old Van Hunt when she was hardly more than a kid. The old boy had nearly twenty years on her and though he was getting on up there when he got killed, Gloria had just turned forty. But she had the figure of a woman ten years younger, thanks to all the assistance a fistful of money can buy. Gloria spent two days a week going into the city for beauty treatments, one day for her figure and diet, the other for her complexion and hair. And the end result seemed to be well worth the effort. She was gorgeously well-built, large firm breasts of a real woman, flaring hips and swelling soft buttocks. Her legs were trim and shapely, soft milk-white thighs and smooth tapering claves and ankles. Yes sir, he usually liked them young and sweet, but Gloria was the exception. And that made all the fun and games that much better there was no need for pretending with this woman. When they made love, he meant it. God, sometimes he wondered if that old bastard ever fucked her, the way she would go out of her mind from just a little good reaming out.
"Lou...." Gloria broke the silence they had shared for nearly a quarter of an hour, save for the crackling of the hot fire. "Lou, what's on your mind lately? You don't seem yourself."
He shook his head and hesitated. Jesus, if you only knew! "Nothing, baby, just thinking a lot about bills and such."
"Bills? Do you need some more money or something?"
He laughed aloud. "Oh no, nothing like that. Just that it's the end of the quarter and there's a lot to be paid. And a couple of the tenants are behind in their rent."
"Behind? Anything serious?" she asked. Lou knew for a fact that Gloria didn't even know how many apartments she owned, much less how much the rents were or when they were paid.
"Naw, nothing for you to worry about. I'll take care of it like I usually do."
"Mmmmmm, that's nice, Lou," she purred, cuddling against his masculine shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He smiled in the near darkness. I don't know what I'd do without you either, baby!
Lou could actually feel her hungry desires growing inside her body as they sat closely together there on the sofa. He recalled the first time he'd fucked her, just two months after the old man had died. She'd come into the office to ask him about some papers she needed for her lawyers and before he knew it, it just happened. Neither of them had really planned it God knows he'd thought about it often enough, but then he wasn't quite sure enough of himself to make the first move. It was one thing to move in on old Van Hunt's business now that his widow was running the show, but it was something else entirely to try to hustle in on the old guy's wife. Hell, maybe she'd take it all the wrong way and fire him, who could have known. But she didn't...
Without a sound, Lou allowed his fingers to drift along the swell of her breast until his opened palm cupped the full surging mound delicately. He could feel her body stiffen, her breath coming suddenly faster as he caressed the inviting softness of her breast with his middle finger, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her nipple through her dress and the thin sheerness of her brassiere. It seemed to double in size at his touch, hardening in a series of quick throbbing swells.
"Ummmmm, Lou, that feels good ... so good," she purred, still nestled in his arm like a youngster.
He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she shivered involuntarily from the tip of her toes along her spine to her shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he moved his boldly exploring hand around the curve of her breast, across the smoothness of her back.
His fingers found what he was searching for: with practiced deftness he eased the zipper of her dress down along the bare satiny plane of her back until he reached the taut elastic band of her panties. He stopped there an instant to slip his fingers between the tight band and her smooth firm flesh and to reach the first few inches of her fleshy buttock crevice. Teasingly, he brushed his middle finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, and felt her quickly shrink away, another helpless shiver racing along her spine as she responded to his touch. He chuckled to himself and massaged her bare flesh in slow, concentric circles, then his hand eased back along her back until it reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled taut across her shoulders. Pausing first to unsnap the tiny metal hooks on her brassiere, he then eased the shoulders of her dress down along her arms until the dress hung limply over her firm, ample breasts.
He stopped his smoothly seductive motions and looked her over thoroughly, amazed as always at the incredible body she still possessed. She was unbelievably blessed with the best of two worlds: the ripened perfection of a mature woman, and the succulent voluptuousness of a girl in her twenties.
Yes sir, thought Lou Musselman to himself, you're a lucky bastard to have a woman like Gloria. Yes you are...
Again with his right hand, Lou tumbled the fabric of her dress and the sheer tissue of her brassiere over the bulging mounds of her breasts, exposing the twin points of her sharp dark nipples and the throbbing, hardened peaks that capped each breast. They swelled even more rigidly as she felt the coolness of the open air that sent a burst of rippling electricity through her breasts and down into her belly. He stretched out his fingers and brushed lightly over the soft, warmly beckoning bulge of her tits, first one, then the other, then, finally, clamped tightly over the ripe fleshy mound, squeezing the delicate, ivory-white flesh between his clenched fingers.
Her knees were opening and closing like scissors, and her buttocks were ground tightly against the sofa. Gloria could feel the warm, sticky dampness spreading between her thighs as the cheeks of her buttocks clenched like starving lips the fabric beneath her. His every touch was driving her up the wall. She didn't know how much more she could stand ... the tension was welling up inside her like air in a balloon ... she felt as if she would scream from the delicious agony his fingers were bringing her.
She offered no resistance as he shoved her down onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretching himself beside her as he continued to relentlessly caress the soft, white mounds of her full, fleshy breasts; a low, moaning cry escaped from her half-parted lips as he roughly squeezed her tenderly pulsing nipples between his fingers. Then his hands left the jutting tips and slowly eased along the flat plane of her belly till his fingers slipped down under the tight elastic waistband of her panties. Her body arched off the sofa as he brushed over the sparse, fluffy mound of her pubic hair and made a maddening, electric contact with the warm pink lips of her vagina.
"Ohhhh ... that's nice, Lou ... soooo nice...." Even in the dim light, Lou could see her flesh was covered with a million tiny goose-bumps as she shivered convulsively at his touch.
Clutching the moistened folds of her pussy with his palm, he ventured a finger between the soft, damp ridges. Gloria managed a gasping moan as her pelvis suddenly ground up tightly against his hand. His middle finger explored the narrow wet slit slowly, starting with the taut muscular ring of her forbidden anus, easing over the hard membrane of flesh that separated the two enticing channels, then probed the hot, wet sheath of her hungry pussy. The soft pink walls parted unhesitatingly as his rigid middle finger slipped up into the eagerly grasping hole, and he could feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply.
"Feels nice, huh, baby?" he taunted. "I'll bet you'd like a little more, right?"
Gloria opened her lips as if to reply, but as she did, Lou wiggled a second stiffened finger into her constrictive passage, burying it up to the third joint in the warm juicy depths of her cunt. All that came from her throat was a muffled cry of pain and excitement.
"Well, how about it, sweetie?" he repeated.
"Oh, yes ... yes!" Gloria managed to reply in a weak gasp.
Lou's plundering fingers slipped from her wet, clutching grip. He dragged his fingertip along her warm, quivering pussy slit until he found the throbbing bulb of her clitoris and with his thumb and forefinger, Lou squeezed the incredibly sensitive flesh as she squirmed and writhed beside him on the sofa. Back and forth like a pearly marble he rolled the pulsing pleasure-bud, and Gloria choked and gasped for air as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion swept over her shivering body. As her naked pelvis ground upward tightly against his hand, Lou continued his maddening assault on her loins, twisting and pulling on her hardened clit until she moaned and cried from the agonizing delights of his skilled touch.
"Oh, God yes ... YES! Don't stop, Lou! Don't stop!" she screamed. Lou sensed she was nearing her orgasm and began to roughly rub her moist vaginal crevice with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the quivering peak of her clitoris and along the wet furrow between the hungrily pursed lips of her vagina.
Suddenly Gloria's entire body arched high off the sofa and began to gyrate wildly against his opened palm, her moist warm pussy grinding against his hand as a long pitiful moan slipped from her parched, half-opened lips ... and then it was over...
"Oooohhhh ... aaaahhhhh!! "...." Gloria quivered from head to foot and jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her orgasm raced from her lust-tightened loins.
"Oh, Lou ... that was incredible, just incredible," she gasped, collapsing in a heap on the sofa at Lou's side, still struggling to catch her breath. "You sure know all my secret spots, baby."
Lou laughed, pulling his hand from between her sweat-soaked thighs at last. "That spot was no secret, honey ... no secret at all."
Gloria finished stripping her dress and panties from her legs and then unfastened her garter belt, still hooked tightly around her hips. In another few seconds, she was completely naked, glistening with tiny beads of perspiration from the excitement.
"Fuck me, Lou ... fuck me now, please!" she groaned at him, her sexual hunger blatantly apparent.
But that smirk was still stretched across Lou's face, concealing that he had something special in mind for this time ... something he'd wanted from Gloria for a long time and something that she was, one way or another, going to give him tonight.
"Not quite yet, baby," he grinned. "I've got a few needs of my own I'd like answered first."
Gloria was confused, unaware of what Lou had in store for her, but, as he swung his legs off the side of the sofa and dropped his trousers and undershorts in a pile at his feet, she began to realize unmistakably what he meant.
"Get down on the carpet here," he ordered. "I want you to suck it for me."
Gloria wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse that would free her of this awful, despicable act he was about to demand of her.
"No, Lou, please no ... you know I can't do that!" Her eyes begged with him, pleaded for him to change his mind. "I've tried before, Lou, you know I have ... I'd do anything for you, Lou, but I just can't do that ... I just can't!"
"Down on your knees, Gloria ... right now!"
Brushing the near-white blonde hair from her eyes, Gloria crawled obediently from the sofa and settled at Lou's feet. As she knelt between his thighs she knew he meant business; that this time there would be no excuses.
His dangling penis hung on a level with her mouth not more than a foot away. Struggling to hold back the hot lump in her throat, she tried desperately to convince herself that she could do it ... she had to ... there was no other way out. Lou slid forward on the sofa, gauging carefully the distance between his limply hanging cock and her trembling lips He adjusted his elevation slightly so that the purplish head brushed her lips ever so lightly.
"Okay, sweetie baby, it's all yours. Let's see you do a real good job for Lou. All right?"
Gloria closed her eyes and turned her face away from the smooth fleshy head dangling in front of her, but Lou spun her head back so that she was less than an inch away from his waiting cock.
"You wanna play games with me tonight, huh? I know just what you need baby, to get you going ... You wouldn't want ol' Lou to have to get rough, would you?"
A broad, leering grin spread slowly across his face. He knew Gloria was a broad who appreciated a little knocking around once in a while. He'd had to rough her up once before, back when they'd first started running around together, when she was starting to have guilt pangs about stepping out on her old man. He grabbed her ears in each stubby hand and twisted upward. The pain was excruciating, Lou knew only too well, he'd had the same hold pulled on him in fights and he easily turned her face up to his loins. He shoved his hips forward, pressing the flaccid organ against her closed lips, but, still, Gloria couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. Once more the strong hands twisted at her tiny ears.
She screamed in pain as Lou demanded, "Open up, baby, before I yank your ears off!"
Her lips parted slightly and then slowly opened as Lou twisted once more. He gazed at the sensually parted lips in front of him, then forced the still soft, rubbery head of his cock very carefully between them and into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. She didn't move at all, careful not to brush the swelling organ with her tongue as it lay there twitching slightly and hardening just a little.
"Now, sweetie baby, you can go about this thing one of two ways ... you can suck me off nice like and then well get on to the rest of it, or...." His tone was suddenly convincingly cruel, "I can get as mean and nasty as I have to ... but either way, you'll still wind up sucking my dick, understand?"
Gloria knew it was hopeless to resist. This was something she had to do, no matter how revolting it seemed ... no matter how much she had to fight back the churning ball of nausea welling in her tightened belly. She closed her lips over the still-soft organ and teased it reluctantly with her tongue. She felt his hands loosen their painful grip on her ears and, for that much at least, she was grateful. His powerful hands held her firmly, but not painfully, and she knew Lou wouldn't deliberately hurt her badly, unless he didn't get his way. Sometimes he could be frighteningly brutal when things weren't going the way he wanted them to.
Gloria closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind on this task he had chosen for her. Lou looked down at the loosely dangling shaft of flesh protruding from his hairy pelvis and resting ever so gently in the woman's half-opened mouth. He was kind of disappointed; he'd rather have had a little more argument because somehow it was always better when they put up a fight. But he wasn't too concerned about that now; he wanted to concentrate on what was at hand. This was something he always enjoyed and this time would be even more exciting, since Gloria had been putting this off as long as he'd known her.
Lou watched her blonde head begin to slide reluctantly back and forth on the saliva-moistened length of his hardening cock. He allowed his hands to slip from her head and slide down over the smooth velvety skin of her bare shoulders. Gloria's flesh was near-perfect, silky and unblemished, and it felt deliciously warm to his caressing touch. She wasn't working terribly hard, he thought regretfully, and brought his hands back up to the sides of her head, his open palms place; firmly on either side of her lewdly bobbing head as he tightened his grip and held her still, beginning a rhythmic pumping motion with his lower body. The half-limp penis jutting from his loins rubbed over her lips and he could feel her small white teeth grating against the bottom side of his penis and the rough, sandpapery surface of her tongue as it brushed along his cock. His anticipation of the moment had been so great that his penis had grown incredibly sensitive, finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movement of her tongue and lips, and the very touch of her moist warm tongue sent shivers of savage desire deep into his belly.
"Mmmmm ... that's real good, baby. Just lick it nice like that."
Pressing hard against her soft lips each time, he pumped his loins faster, ramming his stubby cock all the way to the coarse thick hair of his pelvis. It was coming awake now, that was damn certain, and growing like mad. Her lips slid over its full throbbing length with each forward plunge of his hips and he could feel it touching the back of her throat as it grew increasingly harder and longer. This cock of is was something he was proud of. Maybe not much at first, but it always stretched like a rubber band until it was as big around and lengthy as any man's.
He knew it was reaching an admirable length and he grinned to himself, for Gloria was gagging and choking when he really threw it to her, doing her best to take its whole length in her mouth. He enjoyed that part especially; it was good for any broad to get hold of a nice thick cock once in a while, one big and hard enough to really ream her out nice...
But what he really liked was for 'em to swallow it, so that he could feel the tight throat muscles contracting real nice like around the end of his cock. Yeah, that was definitely the best part of all. He remembered a girl he had once known in Miami, Alice was her name, and man, could she ever suck a mean cock. Sometimes she'd have three or four guys over, just so she could go down on 'cm. Goddam, she was really something; with her, you could stick it right down into her belly and she never seemed to get enough. He couldn't remember anybody getting the best of Alice.
Right now, though, old Gloria was doing just fine, sucking and pulling at his lust-swollen penis like a newborn calf after milk. He slowed his thrusts and began the long slow grind home.
This was all so new to Gloria, and she was trying desperately not to choke on the throbbing rod of hardening flesh that had invaded her throat. It was so long! Each time his hairy abdomen slapped against her lips, the terrible thing pushed against the back of her throat and slid down the sensitive passage at the rear. She had coughed and gasped at first, thinking she would surely be choked to death, but gradually she had found a way to relax her throat muscles and now it wasn't so bad. He would pull it almost out of her mouth, out over her ovaled lips until the swollen knob at its tip was between her teeth, then he would begin that awful long journey back into her throat. It was achingly hard, but somehow flexible and when its head bumped against the tender back of her throat. The slick lubricated tip would bend just enough to go down. And every time it did, she was forced to swallow or choke and she knew that each flexing of her own throat muscles brought the inevitable that much closer. He moaned each time she swallowed and she could tell that her tight throat contractions were urging him toward a quick spurting climax. She tried not to swallow and choked. He pulled it almost out, rubbing its throbbing head over her moistly parted lips. She could taste the beginning of the end; small drops of warm white liquid oozed from the tiny slit in the end of his long stiff penis. He took the head between his fingers to keep it steady and rubbed it against the outside of her lips in a circle, the sticky liquid leaving her lips wet and glistening. Gloria knew better than to refuse Lou anything now, and she obediently knelt at his knees and let him paint her lips with the viscous discharge of his lust-inflated cock.
Christ, he didn't know how much more he could take ... Lou inched his desire-hardened cock back and forth against her open mouth. He saw its enormous tip painting her lips wet ... she looked hungrier that way, eager and willing to suck his long hard penis right down into her warm throat ... and when he could stand it no longer, he let the huge bulbous head slide through the moistly nibbling lips and into her softly waiting mouth.
"Don't be hungry, Gloria baby, go ahead ... eat it! Eat it, baby!"
He began the long slow grinding, holding her head tight and still in his hands and burying his aching cock right up to the hilt.
"And don't stop when I'm dimming, understand, honey? You just keep right on sucking ... but suck harder, harder than ever!"
Gloria was unable to answer. She tried to nod her head but the long fleshy shaft was working its way in and out of her tautly stretched lips now so that she couldn't even shake her head. She almost gagged again and she had to relax her throat muscles or she would suffocate. He jammed his cock through her tightly clamped lips, down over her tongue and deep into her throat, again and again and again ... she felt his loins twitch beneath the tangled mass of pubic hair as he banged against her. It was beginning ... Oh, God, he was going to empty that thing right up into her throat. But there was nothing she could do ... nothing!
Lou felt the telltale beginning twitch of his loins. He could feel the dammed-up seething flood of boiling hot semen behind the restraint of his aching balls. He slowed his thrusts, savoring every inch-by-inch stroke as his desire-swollen penis continued to disappear agonizingly down her velvety throat tunnel. He wanted to feel every screaming inch of the delicious run from his lust-distended balls to his lewd cock's throbbing, blood-filled head. His hands squeezed in on her ears, holding her absolutely motionless in his grip, while he pushed down ... deeper and deeper down that tight, constrictive throat. Here it comes, he thought, it's coming. He could feel the hot semen rushing out of his clenched balls and up from the bottom of his long hard penis. He stopped dead still, his cock rammed to the bushy hilt down her hungry throat, her head perfectly still, and waited for the agonizing explosion deep in his loins.
"Aaaahhh...! " He gasped sharply and emptied his lungs as at the same infinitesimal moment he emptied his sperm-laden balls!
Gloria sucked voraciously. Hard. She tried to fight it, but it was no use ... suddenly she wanted it. She wanted this degradation and with it, every precious drop of his hot seething flood.
She sucked at the long quivering cock and swallowed and gulped its gushing waves of fluid like a starving animal. Her arms wrapped tightly around his hips and she pulled him hard against her, hungrily gulping until every warm, milk-like drop was swallowed safely down her throat.
His cock deflated rapidly and slipped wetly from between her lips as she fell, exhausted, away from his penis. In its path, a thin glistening trail of semen was strung momentarily from her lips, then broke away and vanished into the carpet at Harry's feet.
Gloria fell onto her back before him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain her breath. With both hands, she spread open her creamy-white thighs, opening up the moist crevice and the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy to his view. With her fingers, she quickly spread the pink fleshy ridges, revealing the glistening pearl of her clitoris and the warmly beckoning opening to her deep, wet vaginal tunnel.
"Oh God, Lou, put it in me ... I'll make it hard again, Lou, but please put it in me quickly ... now, Lou, now!"
Lou dropped to his knees between her long smooth legs, grabbed her supple thighs from the back and bent her legs hard back against her breasts, smashing her hardened nipples beneath her knees. Her warm hands clutched for his rubbery penis, found it, then rubbed it tenderly as it began to stiffen anew.
A deep throaty moan slipped from her lips, still glistening with his semen, as his long, pulsating cock eased up into the clasping confines of her warm, wet cunt a I sheath.
"Oh, yes, baby ... that's it! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Good and hard...! "
CHAPTER FOUR
Lena had sat agonizingly through a hastily-prepared dinner, thankful this time, at least, that Al was engrossed in his law studies and was not in any mood to talk. He had not even mentioned writing the rent check, and Lena could not find the courage to bring it up tonight, not until she had talked to Mr. Musselman first. She knew it might be necessary to come clean, to admit to this whole stupid blunder, but she didn't want to risk ruining her whole marriage if she could avoid it. Karlie would know what to do, she found herself thinking. The way she's always getting into trouble, she surely should have the answer! I'll see her first thing tomorrow.
"Okay, honey?" Lena suddenly realized that her husband had been talking to her.
"Sorry, Al, I guess I was daydreaming. What did you say?"
"I said I'm going to work on my paper tonight and I'll be late coming to bed."
Lena knew what that meant another night alone in their double bed. This was becoming the rule now, it seemed, rather than the exception; as Al's studies grew more demanding, his time for her grew less and less. "You mean your big paper?"
"No, actually it's a special report for the department head, but it's got to be done right away. You just go on to bed when you finish the dishes. 'Night, honey," he said, not once looking up from his notebooks.
Lena left the room without another word tonight, anyway, she guessed that she was lucky that Al had so little time for her. At least he wouldn't say anything about the rent check or about his note.
This was a problem that had been weighing on her thoughts, at least until this rent business took priority. She knew things just weren't right between her and Al, in the love-making department anyway. Sure, they got along all right, but there was a lot more to a marriage than just being friends. Lena hadn't said anything about it to him, of course. She knew how puffed-up men could get if you ever dared to hint damagingly at their masculine abilities. Not that Al was impotent or anything serious like that; it was just that their lovemaking bouts seemed to get further and further apart.
Oh well, that's a worry for another day, she thought, and readied herself for bed, slipping into a sheer nightie and easing between the chilled sheets. She had been asleep for several hours when she half-consciously felt her husband coming into the bed.
As she felt his weight settle beside her, she snuggled her buttocks up against his side, still half-asleep. With the practiced touch acquired from night after night of being coolly rebuffed, she waited for him to jerk away ... to grunt some muffled plea to be left alone ... to tell her, as usual, that he preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But this was different; she was in luck...
"Darling ... are you awake?" he whispered. Lena answered with an unmistakable seductive wiggle of her behind. She was almost afraid to believe it v.. he couldn't be thinking of something other than dropping off to sleep.
"I'm all finished with that report, honey," he said softly. "It didn't take as long as I expected." His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in behind her, and he pulled her buttocks tightly against his belly. One hand slipped up along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up high above her waist. He could feel the warm soft nakedness of her bare flesh against his abdomen, and he quickly slipped out of his undershorts.
Lena felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis nestled suggestively in the soft furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her soft ass-cheeks back tightly against his swelling penis as if to trap it firmly between the roundly firm mounds of her buttocks.
She was hesitant to open her eyes, even for an instant, lest this all be a dream, and she find herself really alone, caught up in some incredibly real fantasy wrought out of countless lonely, agonizingly empty nights. But it was real ... and her husband and lover seemed himself once more. She could only pray it would last: that this somehow-ignited spark of passion she had thought long extinguished would flame into the wild raging fires of desire she had once known.
"Did you take your pill, darling?"
Lena nearly laughed aloud; does he think I only take them when we are about to make love? She murmured a quiet yes and pulled her nightie the rest of the way off her body, shivering a little as her breasts felt the evening chill. She quickly squirmed back under the blanket, tighter against her man's naked firmness. His cock was fully erect now, stiffly poking upward between her legs as she clamped her thighs tightly around the softly throbbing shaft. She could feel the full hard length of the firm pole of flesh rubbing against the sensitive folds of her excited pussy, the swollen purplish tip brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her tiny clitoris. Without trying to, she felt the warm moist lips of her vagina spread slightly apart, opening eagerly to receive his rock-hard cock, hungrily nibbling with sex-starved desire at the long rigid shaft of his cock.
Al slid down further on the mattress, lowering his body behind hers as they both lay nestled together on their right sides, easing down over the firm ripe half-moons of her buttocks, bulging like twin white melons positioned perfectly below the smooth unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His aching cock was now perfectly positioned; the throbbing head, distended and blood-colored with lust, was poking between the wet, clasping flesh-folds of her cunt, and her hot, eager pussy-lips were voraciously sucking the long throbbing pole forward, beckoning the hardened shaft into the warm pink sheath of her vagina.
"Now, baby?" he asked needlessly.
Lena could barely manage a reply. "Oh, yes, Al ... yes, please!"
Al cocked his hips like the bolt of a rifle, and snapped them forward with a deep thrusting lunge into the soft moist slit of her love-starved pussy. Lena's mouth opened wide and a deep, soulful moan escaped from far down in her throat.
"Ooooo ... it feels so good to me ... so good, darling!"
She shuddered from the tips of her toes as his bone-hard love-shaft tunneled rapidly in and out of her hungrily clasping cunt, pulling the delicate pink pussy flesh back with each backward grind of Al's hips. She could feel his long rigid cock slip wetly from her ravenous pussy-lips, then bore deeply into her belly again, poking and prodding her innermost treasures with pounding thrusts that seemed deeper and harder with every pis toning lunge.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and before them raced a whirling, dizzying kaleidoscope of blues and reds and purples as her husband's maddeningly frantic strokes pumped in and out of her eager pussy. Each long, deep thrust seemed to push all the way up into her naked belly, and she could feel the electrifying waves of ecstasy that were welling up in her loins in ever-growing waves, sweeping fantastically over her whole trembling body. Her nipples were hard and aching with overwhelming passion, and they throbbed steadily as his delicious ravishment continued. His desire-stiffened cock was now fully lubricated with the beginning flow of her love-juices, and it slithered easily in and out of her possessively clasping vagina. A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid trickled along the lust-hardened shaft of his organ as it slammed again and again up into her sex-famished orifice.
The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster-moving than she could ever remember, and she could feel the warm, glowing flame in her belly growing hotter and hotter with his every deep, punishing stroke.
She tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to escape her parched lips but it was futile to try. Paper-thin walls be damned, the raging inferno of her pent-up desires was more than she could stand!
"Oh my God, it's so good ... so good! Don't stop, darling, don't stop!" she screamed, shivering involuntarily as his wonderfully painful thrusts grew even faster, pounding frenetically again and again into her womb. "Oh, honey, yes ... YES!"
But Al's steadfastly suppressed climax was too near, too impossible to hold back a second longer. His eyes recorded the lust-inciting spectacle before him, the voluptuously supple buttocks of his beautiful young wife, her tantalizing ass-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground excitedly back onto the lewdly impaling shaft of his cock, her soft ivory thighs spread wide apart to accommodate his sex, her legs opening and closing rhythmically in time with the guttural animal cries that choked from her lips...
"Christ! I'm dimming ... I'm cumming!! " Al shouted, burrowing his long cock to the hilt in her steaming wet pussy, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis tightly up against her ass as he pulled her hard back against him, holding her firmly on his lust-disgorging cock. His balls exploded in a rapid-fire burst of seething hot liquid that filled her belly and oozed back along the narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and onto the mattress beneath her. It seemed to Al that an endless river of life-giving sperm flowed unceasingly from his shuddering organ, pumping far up into her nakedly writhing insides.
Lena's whole body tensed as the sudden awareness of what had happened registered on her tormented brain. No, no ... this couldn't be happening!"
"Oh, Al darling, don't stop! Please don't stop yet!" she pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes. "I'm almost there ... almost there...." Her voice trailed softly away; she could feel his already spent organ softening deep inside her, and finally, it slipped with a wet sucking noise from her still-hungry passage, flopping uselessly like a dead fish onto her thigh.
"Please, Al ... just a little more ... please," she implored him, but Al didn't answer.
Without even glancing her way, he swung his bare legs off the bed and, without switching on a light, padded carefully to the bathroom to clean up. Lena lay quietly on the bed and tried to pretend that it wasn't this way at all that this misery she was suffering was all in her mind, but her long, lean torso was trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desire and her legs were scissoring open and closed in a steady, anguished rhythm. She tried to tell herself that all women felt this way after sex with their lovers, that it was only normal for a woman to still feel an unanswered need like this ... but it was no use ... she knew something was wrong ... something...
CHAPTER FIVE
Lou Musselman could see them coming from upstairs through the narrow window that ran along his office wall near the ceiling. He chuckled to himself ... They must have gotten their notes! I didn't figure they'd wait around much after they read them!
As he saw it, it was a stroke of pure genius. Not that the Ingram broad's husband hadn't helped things along by writing that ass check. Lou had only thought to check with the bank on sheer chance when he found the letter and check in his mailbox. At first, he was certain his plans were down the drain: somehow, they'd managed to pay their rent. So much for all his schemes. But Jesus, what a lucky break! The check was rubber! Here the kid was studying to be a lawyer and he went and wrote a ass check! He was back in the ball park again, only this time the bases were loaded and he was in shape for a home run.
And it was a powerhouse of a play he had in mind, if he did say so himself. Man, there was enough money in this idea to put him on Easy Street for the rest of his life!
Of course, he couldn't take credit for the whole thing; his buddy Halbauer from the Organization had pretty much put the bug in his ear. But the planning, the details, were all his. And Lou was a proud parent indeed.
It was absurdly simple. Lou's whole scheme was based on the accepted notion that there were really only two things men wanted in life money and broads. All the other things were just trappings. And here in this college town was no exception. Lou knew only too well from his dealings with the college boys through their apartments and such that things hadn't really changed at all since he was a kid: the guys still wanted pussy, and the ones with the bread were more than willing to pay for it. What the hell, it was usually Daddy's money anyway. He'd already done the spadework, made his contacts through a few recommended guys on the campus, and the scene was set. His boys at the school had done enough nosing around to let him know there were all kinds of guys out there aching for some lovin'. Some of them were too shy, others plain ugly, but whatever their reason, they'd be standing in line for it if Lou Musselman could supply what they wanted. And it looked like the first delivery was coming down the stairs to his office right about now...
"Good morning, ladies," he said cheerily. "Come in, come in."
Karlie and Lena came through the doorway, both of them holding the notices he had slipped under their doors this morning when he opened for business Please see the administration immediately to prevent legal action regarding your past due account!
And sitting here like this watching the tenants come and go, Lou knew enough of everyone's schedule to know when the blonde's husband had left for classes. He didn't want him in on the act ... it was the girl he wanted!
"We'ry here about the rent notice, Mr. Musselman," began Karlie, one hand on her hip. A bit cockily, he thought, but that was all right. He could use a girl with real spirit in the Organization.
"Oh yes, you're Miss Hansen, right? And you're, uh ... Mrs. Ingram?" He hoped his tone was authentic enough. Christ, he knew their names like he knew his own. And everything he could dig up about them with Mr. Halbauer's help. "Have a seat, won't you?"
Karlie sat down quickly, with an air of defiance. Lena was far more cautious: after all, she had more at stake here than her girlfriend, though they were both in danger of being evicted. She hadn't had to go see Karlie about this mess as she'd planned; Karlie was upstairs in a flash when she woke up and found the manager's note slipped under her door.
"Ladies, it seems that you are both ... that is, you and your husband in your case, Mrs. Ingram ... both behind quite a bit in your rent. And it appears that...."
"Mr. Musselman...." Karlie was on her feet, interrupting the building manager as he began his carefully planned speech. "You told me just a week or so ago that there was nothing to be concerned about as long as we got it paid pretty soon. You even told me I could tell my friend Lena here the same thing. Now what's this crap about legal involvement?"
Lou was a bit shook but undaunted. This would only involve a bit more footwork. "You're quite right, Miss Hansen. I did say exactly that. But you've got to remember, I'm only the manager here, I don't own these apartments. I have to take my orders like anybody else and there's been a drastic change in policy here. It seems that the owner, acting on powerful legal counsel, has ordered me to take anyone more than one month behind into court. And there's another matter, in your case, Mrs. Ingram, of even greater urgency. I would like to discuss it with you in private."
Lena felt her blood run cold. He knows about the check! "You can say it here. Karlie and I share everything."
"Well, if you insist ... it seems that your husband has written a check to this company that is not covered by sufficient funds with your bank. Of course, I'm certain you realize what a serious matter this is."
Lena nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yes, I do realize it. But it wasn't intentional ... it was all my fault. Al didn't know the money was already spent, honest!"
Lou smiled benevolently, trying to look as much like a kindly father figure as his personality would allow. "Now, now. I'm sure it was some kind of a mix-up. But the problem still remains. I have my job to think of, you know. And jobs are kinda' hard to come by right now. If I stick my neck out too far, I might find myself in the unemployment lines."
"But I can pay the back rent when I get paid!"
"Yes, Mrs. Ingram, but that only takes care of part of the problem. You see, you will owe for another month then, and when will that be paid? I can't keep carrying you on the books a month behind. Your rental contract clearly states that your rent must be paid ... in advance ... at the first of every month. And Miss Hansen, what about you? You're even further behind now."
Karlie only looked at him there was something showing in his eyes. She couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, but she'd been around a lot more than Lena. Her friend was still a babe-in-the-woods when it came to men. Yes, ol' Musselman was up to something, she was sure of it!
"So you see, he continued, "I have to have the money right away or turn this whole matter over to the owner's attorney. Then it's completely out of my hands and there will be nothing I can do to help you."
"But I don't have the money yet!" exclaimed
Lena. "I just don't have it!"
"Mrs. Ingram, surely you understand the seriousness of this matter. Not only can you be taken to court and then evicted, your husband can be arrested and possibly even go to jail for signing that worthless check."
"Jail! Oh no, surely he wouldn't go to jail!"
Lou shook his head seriously. "I'm afraid so, ma'am. This is a very serious situation."
Lena was stunned she had thought of the awful possible consequences, of course, but somehow they seemed much more frightening when she could actually hear them being spelled out for her. Al in jail! God, no, she couldn't let it happen!
Lou could see that he had her hooked and he began to play her like a sportsman plays a trophy fish. Too much tension and your quarry escapes, too little and you're left just as empty-handed. You had to be careful ... easy, Lou, not too hard, but just enough. "Maybe you could take it from some savings? Or perhaps an extra part-time job or something?" he suggested with a convincing smile.
"We haven't a cent in savings. How about you, Karlie?"
The vivacious redhead laughed aloud. "You must be kidding! You know me better than that. Savings!"
"Maybe I could quit my classes and work full-time in the language department. But Al would kill me if I did that."
"So what have you got to lose? He's going to kill you anyway when he finds out."
"Oh, Karlie, stop reminding me! It's bad enough without you on my back too!" she cried, on her feet too now, wringing her hands nervously.
Lou was still at his desk, patiently, anxiously, watching and waiting for an opening. like a skilled boxer, he was toying with his opponents, looking for just the right bit of daylight to throw his right jab into. And it looked like this was it.
"You know, maybe there is a way you young ladies could wiggle out of this. I mean, I'm sticking my neck out just mentioning it, but I don't want to see either of you get into trouble."
Lena had stopped her nervous pacing and was looking only at Lou's face. "What, what? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" she said innocently, her mind thinking of perhaps some typing or office work, maybe even gardening or painting. Sure, she'd stoop to that, anything to clear her husband and get out of this awful mess!
Lou looked away for an instant. "Well, it's sort of a delicate matter. Something I hardly know how to bring up," he said, a sheepish grin on his face like an anxious schoolboy.
Suddenly a knowing smile broke out across Karlie's face. "I get it, Mr. Musselman. I think I read you loud and clear."
Lena was only more confused. "Would you tell me, then? I seem to be the only one who doesn't know what's going on!"
"Oh, don't worry, friend," said the redhead cynically, "you haven't really missed much. But I think Mr. Musselman and I have been traveling in the same circles. At least I think I'm beginning to recognize the pitch."
Lou had the ball and didn't want to fumble now. "Oh, it's quite simple, actually. And legal, of course. We wouldn't ask you to do anything that wasn't. My associates have a new enterprise they're about to undertake. Something like the escort services they have down in New York. This is a college town, you know, and the boys here outnumber the girls about four to one. So naturally, there is a market created for just such a commercial undertaking. We provide the escorts ... dates, if you prefer ... for our clients. And naturally, you will be well paid for your time."
Lena's eyes widened as it finally occurred to her what this man was talking about. "Oh, I get it now! You must be crazy! I'd never in a million years stoop to such a thing! I'll go to jail or court or whatever ... but I won't become some kind of ... tramp just to settle a bill!" she exclaimed.
"Now, now, Mrs. Ingram, you're looking at this all wrong. Nobody is asking you to compromise yourself for the sake of a few dollars. This is a quite ethical undertaking and...."
"Stop it! I won't listen to any more of this! I'm getting out of here. Are you coming?" she shouted angrily.
"In a minute, in a minute. I'll see you back at your apartment, okay?" Karlie said. The blonde girl stormed out without another word, leaving Karlie alone with Lou.
"You seem to be the one with all the sense," he said grinning. "Why don't you see if you can make your friend see things in a proper light. And just between you and me, there's enough money here for all of us. You could be living in a pent house and driving a Jaguar in just a few months. And there's no risk, absolutely none at all. My associates and I will take care of everything."
"And what's expected of us? A few all-night sessions with half of some horny fraternity house?"
Lou laughed nervously. "Why, Miss Hansen, you surprise me. I would never be a part to such a thing. This is an honest, legitimate enterprise, licensed by the state of New York to...."
"Yeah, I know, I know. Dinner and dancing, maybe a double feature at the movies. Right, Lou, I've heard it all before. Anyway, I haven't made up my mind yet. How about let's talking it over ... say about eight at your apartment?"
Lou nodded, his mouth unconsciously half open. His eyes were already eagerly searching the tall voluptuous redhead's young firm curves.
Jesus, what she must be like in bed!
Karlie got up and picked up her jacket and leather over-the-shoulder bag. "Then it's a date, huh?" she winked.
"Honey, the U.S. Marines couldn't drag me away! See you at eight."
CHAPTER SIX
The view from Lou's tiny apartment was hardly better than from the basement office, but it was on the top floor and he could see out over the adjoining rooftops when the air was clear, down over the city and across the Hudson to the open countryside on the opposite shore. But not tonight ... tonight Lou wasn't interested in the view. Or in anything else for that matter, save this incredible heaven-sent position he had found himself entangled in. In the dim light of evening, there were two sweating, naked forms visible in the shadows of his apartment, like specters in the grayness, glistening and gleaming with the sheen of perspiration that covered both their nakedly tangled bodies.
He was lucky that he was the manager, for surely the people in the adjoining apartment were finding it quite difficult to concentrate on their evening's television or studies or whatever they were doing to pass the time. Whatever it was, Lou wasn't interested he had more than enough here to handle!
"Mmmmm ... it's so deep ... so deep!" Karlie's skirt, blouse, and brassiere and panties were strewn on the floor beside the sofa, and her long bare legs were cocked back at a forty-five-degree angle, flattened hard back against her full, firmly-set breasts.
Lou Musselman was half on his knees, half arched off the sofa with the support of his feet and palms, his long hard lust-engorged cock buried deep in the young girl's naked belly, stretching apart the warm, hungry lips of her vagina as he flexed the huge shaft far up in her womb. He tightened his loins, giving the bulging head of his cock a little jerk deep inside her, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth tightly clenched. He flexed again ... another groan from deep in her throat. She gasped as he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hot cuntal walls grew accustomed to this thick fleshy spear. He ground his throbbing cock tightly into her naked pussy flesh, expanding the still cringing walls of her cunt until it fit like a soft leather glove.
Lou reached past the naked young redhead to the dangling cords of the draperies and gave the shorter one a strong yank. The turquoise drapes parted enough to cast a soft gray glow over the room, outlining the smooth gleaming curves of the voluptuously beautiful woman beneath him. Her breasts were two ivory mounds, capped with the warm tiny pinkness of her crinkly nipples, hard and throbbing as he asserted his power deep in the warmly clasping sheath up between her widespread legs. Her eyes were closed, her teeth still clenched, her face distorted from the delicious pain his thickly swollen organ was bringing to her moist pussy-slit.
With unbelieving eyes, Musselman ran his sweating palms over the girl's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, probing delicately at the velvety cunt-lips ovaled around his hugely impaling member. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her tiny puckered anus as his hand eased down between their sweat-soaked bodies, then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring and wormed deeply into the soft rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm of his hand lay flat against her roundly trembling ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk far up inside the forbidden little channel.
Musselman couldn't believe his luck; he'd been happy with just Gloria to mess around with. But this! This was more than one man could ask for. He'd only been here for an hour or so, and a couple of drinks ago he was sitting quietly on the sofa with this beautiful, hot-blooded mink and now ... now, it was too fantastic to be real! He'd been around good-looking girls all his life, and he'd balled more than his share, many times more. But not in all those years, all those girls, could he remember one like this. Christ, she'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock. And now, hell, she was hotter than a lit firecracker!
He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Karlie's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his back-stroke and battering her writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions. Ignoring the cramped muscle in his twisted arm, he continued his relentless plundering of her defenselessly upturned anus with his rigid middle finger, slowly pistoning it in rhythm with the long, deep thrusts of his huge cock. The combination of the two brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from her sensually parted lips in time with the agonizing tempo of his fucking.
Karlie was enjoying every second of it she'd been without a man for weeks and weeks now, and nothing could have felt better to her at this moment than the blood-chilling ecstasy of a long, hard cock shoved deep into her belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better. Being with a man like this always brought out the hidden masochistic urges she suppressed so well in everyday life. Flat on her back like this, naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires run rampant, pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, burrowing thrusts of a man's penis far up inside her wet juicy cuntal passage. Lou was well-hung, she liked that in a man, and now, nothing else mattered. Her hips were moving with a savage rhythm of their own, grinding up at his hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the pace of his cock and finger ravaging both the hot, hungry holes up between her legs.
"Oh, yes ... Goddamn it, yes ... Fuck me like this, fuck me! Oh shit, yes! Fuck me!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Lou's pelvis, knocking the cushions askew in her mindless passion.
She opened her eyes, she could see the clear, unmistakable outline of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly; she could look down between her upturned thighs and see the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her own upturned vagina. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, sending the long pole diving down into the hot wetness of her voraciously tight cunt. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right ... she needed a man, any man. The face was of no importance. What she needed was buried deep between her smooth bare thighs...
The fevered ecstasy reached a bone-shattering peak, "Oh, God, don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me like this forever! Oh yes ... fuck me!"
She grunted into the chill air, gyrating her naked ass-cheeks faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of flesh that was pounding its way deeper and deeper up into her belly with ever-increasing speed.
It was impossible for Lou to hold back any longer. He took one long, lustful look at the viciously writhing young girl pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, punishing thrusts that buried his long aching cock right up to the hairs on his pelvis with each and every long, deep lunge. Faster and faster he pounded far into her raging hot belly until...
"No, no ... wait! Please, just a little more!" screamed Karlie, but it was too late.
Lou's lips parted and a long low sigh of release escaped with a groan as his sperm-swollen balls pumped spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum deep into her nakedly quivering belly. She ground her cock-hungry cunt up tightly against his pelvis to try to stop the warm flow even for an instant but her very eagerness deprived her of his last few gasping thrusts. The warmly nibbling grip of her pussy-lips milked his spent cock clean, the last drop of his hot viscous load sloshing deep inside her passion distended womb.
Lou pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly from her hungry clutches as the wet pink pussy-lips released their prize reluctantly. A thin string of white stickiness hung from the tip of his cock over her bare thigh.
Karlie lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could, and Lou stretched out beside her on the carpeted floor, his flaccid penis lying uselessly between his widespread thighs. Her breasts rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as she gasped for breath to fill her emptied lungs. Still the flames of undiluted passion raged out of control in her loins, a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still needed answering. Without any conscious effort, her own hands began to ease slowly down along the flat expanse of her belly, over the sweat-soaked mound of her pelvis and down the smooth curve of her supple thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy warm lips of her wet pussy slit, and a blast of electricity shot through her naked body as her fingers touched the incredibly sensitive folds. Her middle finger slipped into the sperm-soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the soft moist cunt-walls close involuntarily around the single digit, hungrily grasping at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move slightly; Lou was kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his rising cock clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand. Above her like that in the near-darkness he looked like a giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his penis, and he watched her eagerly as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy instrument jutting from his hair-covered loins. As she watched, it swelled ... only a little at first, then more, in quick jerking movements as the momentum of desire grew stronger inside him.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Karlie obediently rolled over on the sofa, smearing the trail of semen on her thigh over the fabric of the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, awaiting his instructions. It didn't bother her this way; sometimes she enjoyed it even more on her knees. Somehow the penetrations seemed even deeper that way.
"Now kneel up," he ordered.
Lou grabbed impatiently at her hips and pulled her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded buttocks shoved high and vulnerable in the air, and her face resting on the arm of the sofa. Her reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body was enduring; her pulse quickened at the prospect of this man's steel-hard penis embedded deeply inside her pussy again.
Suddenly she felt the insistent probing of Lou's desire-hardened cock against the forbidden tautness of her cringing ass-hole. She waved the quivering half-moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt head of his cock pushing firmly against the tiny puckered hole.
"No, Lou ... not there. I can't take it there. You're too big, it'll split me open," she uttered without too much excitement, still assured that her urging plea would be sufficient to protect her soft delicate back passage from ravishment.
Lou didn't answer, but responded instead with a cruel shove forward, burying his throbbing rod of male-flesh deep up in her tiny puckered rectum. He grunted loudly as the tight rubbery walls closed tinglingly tight around his throbbing penis.
Karlie jumped forward with anguished surprise, "Ohhhh! God, you're killing me! Take it out, you're splitting me in half!"
Lou grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles, and forced her buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping as his cock disappeared to the hilt in the tight grip of her tiny hairless anal passage. His balls slung forward and slapped against the dripping wet crevice, brushing ever so gently against the puckered ridges of her pussy. He gripped her tightly, and she was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was like the big end of a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her, shoved far up into her belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the dull pain.
"Oh, please ... I can't stand it any more! God, you're gonna split me open! Pull it out, PLEASE!" she begged.
But Lou was deaf to her pleas; his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his thick cock slide back and forth, first back until the swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched oval of her anus, then forward again, inch by inch, until all of his long, hard shaft was nestled deep inside her constrictive rear passage. The feeling was incredible! It was like a warm hand covered in soft pink velvet had grabbed his throbbing cock and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's belly. He was like a man possessed; harder and harder he rammed his rock-hard spear home, pushing aside the fragile pink walls of her anus as he shoved his lust-driven penis as far as it could go up into her nakedly writhing belly.
But for Karlie, a most definite change was taking place. The pain was subsiding; or rather, it was being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of total subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The mental picture of her quivering buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasms of wicked pleasure in her writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control once again. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with the strong muscles of her rectum at the impaling shaft embedded so lewdly inside her, squeezing at the fleshy shaft now boring into her from behind. She wanted to suck it dry, to fill that untried orifice with this man's seething cum, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her belly again until it ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never had it this way before; always she had been able to talk her way out of it whenever a man was so inclined. But tonight she regretted having ever had a second thought about it. she was wallowing in the intense pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the delicious agony he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage. She clenched her buttocks tightly, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken control of her body. Nothing mattered except this; nothing but this long, hard muscle of masculine flesh that was bringing her such wanton ecstasy. She wanted it to shoot its load into her; she wanted to feel its scalding warmth flooding her very bowels with an unending torrent of life-giving sperm until it sloshed deep in her belly. She wanted it to run through every pore of her naked body in rivers of wicked pleasure.
And an instant later her wishes were fulfilled ... just as she felt the awesome wave of her orgasm swelling inside her loins, she felt his stiffened cock suddenly inflate even larger and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her tightly clasping ass-hole. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hungrily sucking hole and streamed down the naked redhead's lewdly scissoring thighs. His balls were slammed tightly in the sopping wet crevice beneath her ass-hole, and the oozing liquid flowed warmly down over his hair-covered balls as they brushed lightly against the puckered pink lips of her warmly seeping pussy, sending a shudder of wicked excitement through her tortured body.
"I'm cumming! Oh dear God," she screamed, "I'm cuumminng."
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still emptying cock buried deep in her hungrily clasping rectum and with a loud scream from between clenched teeth felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a billion red-hot needles. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed forward on the sofa as his cock slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the tight velvet grip of her rectum. She shivered once more as the cool air rushed like a gale wind up between her legs, chilling her very inside s.
Lou's body had somehow managed to stay intact through all this, though every last ounce of energy and strength was drained from his every straining muscle. With a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, he fell to the floor beside the sofa, his arms and legs spread-eagle, his breath coming in quick, short gasps.
After a while, he managed to speak again. "How about it, sweetheart, think you can bring your friend in on the action? You know all that shit this afternoon about going to court was just that ... a lot of shit. Can you turn her head in the right direction?"
Karlie grinned, her breasts still heaving as she shivered out the last traces of her delicious orgasm. "Don't worry about Lena. You get the money ready, baby, and I'll do the rest!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lena Ingram was sitting nervously against one long wall of the campus's larger student cafeteria. Nearby, a table full of freshmen boys were making lewd noises and trying to attract her attention. She hated eating here alone somebody was always trying to pick her up or worse. But today she scarcely noticed them. Karlie had called her just before she left for class and asked her to meet her here. She wouldn't tell her anything on the phone, but from just her way of talking and her evasiveness, Lena had more than a pretty good idea what her girlfriend wanted. And if Karlie asked her, she would have to admit that Lou's suggestion, as filthy and disgusting as it was, had bounced around in her dreams all night long. It wasn't that she was having any second thoughts about that vile man's dirty ideas; no, she still got sick to her stomach just thinking about him. But she was desperate sooner or later Al was going to find out, find out she had betrayed him and maybe ruined everything he was working so hard to build for the both of them. Oh God, how could she ever hope to face her husband and tell him about this? How could he ever forgive her after what she did?
No, Lou Musselman's vile notions were just as alien and disgusting as yesterday, but Lena was beginning to wonder ... how could anything be worse than this predicament she had gotten herself into? Would it be worse to stoop to what he wanted of her than to live with this memory eating at her the rest of her life, the knowledge that she alone, in her own blind stupidity, had ruined her marriage and maybe destroyed the man she loved in the process?
You could have followed Karlie's progress through the crowded cafeteria by noting the turning of heads and the buzzing din of whispered compliments and envious asides as she maneuvered toward Lena's table with her lunch tray. It was like watching a shark's fin cutting through the water as the crowd of students, mostly boys, parted to let her pass and she jauntily strode through their midst, head and breasts both held proudly high, her thick red mane of luxuriant hair trailing behind her like a queen's train.
"Hi, been waiting long?" she asked with her usual toothy smile. Lena just shook her head and motioned for her girlfriend to take a chair. She just wasn't in the mood for the usual school girl chatter. This whole terrible nightmare with the check and now with the building manager had grown to monstrous proportions in her mind and she wanted to rid herself of this terrible burden ... one way or another. All last night she had practically held her breath as she sat watching television and then working on her class assignments for a while, hoping upon hope that Al wouldn't say anything that would put her on the spot she wanted far more than anything else to avoid a confrontation just yet. She wasn't sure she would be able to tell her husband a lie; if he asked her anything about this, she'd probably have to tell the truth, no matter what the cost. And it was just this that she wanted to avoid, but only if there was some other viable solution, some other way to save both her marriage and her husband's career.
"I guess you've been thinking over Mr. Musselman's proposal, huh?" asked the redhead, spooning into a half grapefruit.
"It's out of the question, Karlie. I just couldn't bring myself to do something like that. I mean, even if it is so innocent, I couldn't do it. What if Al found out? That would be worse than the mess I'm in now!"
"Yeah, yeah, but I think you're worrying too much. This is a big city and the odds are awfully slim that he would ever know. Besides, just one or two assignments from Mr. Musselman and you're in the clear, no more rent overdue. And he'll tear up that ass check. What could be simpler?"
"Just one or two assignments? Karlie, that doesn't make any sense," said Lena, puzzled. "How could he make any money at that rate? We owe an awful lot of back rent money ... he'd have to be a fool to wipe it all out for just that."
Karlie shook her head, then swallowed the mouthful of cold milk she had been swirling around inside her cheeks. "You're right, but this is a special situation. You see, the way he explained it to me last night...."
"You saw that man last night?"
The tall redhead blushed visibly but quickly recovered, and after taking another sip of milk, continued, "Yeah, just on business. Anyway, he's just starting this business, see, and he hasn't got any girls working for him yet. And he doesn't want to run any newspaper ads because the authorities usually get the wrong idea about escort services of this sort."
"Escort service?"
"Yes, that's what it's called. like I said, he hasn't got any girls yet and he's sort of in a bind. So if we agree to go to work for him, he'll call it even on the back rent. Fair enough, huh?"
"Oh, gee, Karlie I don't know. It just doesn't seem right to me. I could never hope to explain it to Al so I'd have to do it behind his back. And I just hate to do something like that."
Karlie's face suddenly lost its softness. "C'mon, Lena, grow up! You're in a hell of a mess and this is the only way out. So stop looking around for some better deal to fall down out of the sky. It's this or nothing. Maybe you'd rather see Al explaining that check in criminal court."
Lena was momentarily stunned. "Karlie, I've never heard you talk like that before and I'm nor sure I like it. You sound so ... so hard."
"I'm sorry," she said, her smile returning as quickly as it left. "I guess I just get a little impatient sometimes. Anyway, I think it's a more than fair offer and I'm taking him up on it whether you join me or not."
"I'm the one who should apologize, Karlie. You're right, I suppose. I should be grateful for any way out of this mess, no matter what."
"Now that's more like it. Where've you been hiding all that common sense you Swedes are supposed to have?"
"I'm only half Swedish, remember, and I guess the American side has been running things lately. But tell me more about this 'escort service'. It doesn't sound quite so bad when you call it that."
Karlie felt her stomach knot up that was exactly what Lou had said last night! She didn't like stringing her best friend along like this, but she managed to convince herself that this was as much for Lena as for herself. After all, wasn't Lena the one with the really serious money problems? Sure, she was only doing her a favor ... Lena would thank her in the end, for certain.
"It's like Lou, uh ... Mr. Musselman explained," said Karlie. "He and a couple of business associates are running what they call an escort service. Uh, they're really quite popular in some of the big cities. like New York and London and San Francisco. I even knew a girl who once worked for one in San Francisco."
"Really?"
"Sure! There's nothing wrong with it. And the agency will screen all the clients, so there's no chance of getting some escaped lunatic or something." That sounded convincing those were the first words she had spoken that had not come from Lou's own mouth, and she was proud of her own cleverness. "Well, what'ya say? Are you with me?"
Lena's brow was creased and you could see the anguish in her eyes even through the sunglasses she wore to screen them from the harsh glare of the cafeteria's two story glass front. "I still don't know, Karlie. Give me some time ... I'll have to think about it some more."
Karlie smiled and looked into her friend's face. C'mon, silly, this is the chance of a lifetime! Why can't you see it? Why?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Gray Fox was not the kind of place the college students frequented, yet this was the place Lena's "client" had asked to meet her. She was not here yet and it was almost eight-thirty. Randy Hargreave sat alone at one end of the bar, nervously fingering his expensive silk tie, an original from a Paris boutique he frequented on his vacation trips abroad, usually in the company of his mother, Mrs. Sarah Lane Hargreaves and her sister Abigail. He was a freshman in liberal arts at the university, hoping to major in classical Greek or in archaeology, two of his many interests, neither of which offered any promise of a money-making career, but then, as a member of the Hargreave family, Randy had known from an early age that he would never have to worry about such trivial pursuits as employment and the like. His late father, Colonel Randolph H.P. Hargreave Sr., had seen to that, first with a rubber plantation in Indochina that he wisely disposed of before the French loss-of-face, and later, with a series of incredible prophetic investments in some then-unheard-of company experimenting with something called transistors.
Hargreave Senior had left his only son quite a legacy, money, a good name, even his British-officer's rugged features. But there was one thing young Randy still needed, and unfortunately Colonel Hargreave was not around now to give it to him. Randy was nineteen, almost twenty in a few months, but still there was something missing from his life. That essential ingredient, that keystone in the bridge of his manhood he had never had a woman. Actually, that was a lie. There had been one, one that was paid for her work and did her task well, but somehow that did not seem to count. Anybody could pay some cheap whore off the street, but Randy Hargreave wanted better. Only he still lacked the surety he needed to strike out on his own. Defeat did not come easy to a Hargreave, especially the only son of the famous Colonel, and Randy was not certain he could bear the burden of being rebuffed should he strike out on his first real try at bat.
This girl tonight would be the test, the buffer, so to speak, between that cheap little tramp before and the dozens of available girls strolling the campus at this very minute. He had arranged this date through a friend of his. Actually, through a friend of his friend, some guy in the fraternity scene who had all the right contacts. The arrangement was fairly fascinating in itself this girl who would be his date was no play-for-pay hussy. She was hired to be his companion for the evening, and as his friend had explained it. "Whatever happens later is between you and the chick!"
Randy liked a challenge; having lived a life devoid of any challenge at all, he relished the opportunity of facing up to this confrontation and mastering the situation. He was pretty confident of his ability to win out. After all, he'd read all those books the men's magazines sell on being the man-about-town bachelor. He had what had to be the nicest apartment of anybody in the school probably nicer than any of the staff or faculty, for that matter. And he figured he wouldn't lose any points with his Corvette Stingray either. Yes sir, he figured cockily, she would surely have to see things his way. He couldn't lose ... this little bird was as good as laid!
Lena left her coat with the check girl and nervously entered the foyer of the richly decorated restaurant. She glanced around the crowded main room, eyeing the couples and small groups that were dining at tiny linen-draped tables. Why did the nicest restaurants have the smallest tables? she wondered. She had been told by Mr. Musselman, through Karlie, to meet her "client" in the outer lobby, but there was no one there except an elderly couple waiting for a taxi. Maybe he didn't show up, then I can just go home now, she hoped. But she knew even that was impossible, for she had told Al she was going to a lecture on rug weaving at the crafts center with
Karlie. That was the best she could think of, for she knew he'd never ask her about it out of curiosity, like he would if she claimed to have been at some political speech or something. Rug making was as far afield from Al's interests as you could get, and she had covered her bet by being certain that Karlie would be out too. She had her first assignment tonight, also, but they were unable to arrange it so they could be together. That had seemed a bit strange to Lena, but Lou Musselman absolutely refused to allow it, so there was nothing she could do.
"Uh, excuse me ... are you Lena?" came the voice from over her shoulder. She turned quickly and found a nice-looking young man, probably her own age or maybe less, dressed in a suit that had to be custom-tailored and wearing a striped shirt that reminded her of the Frenchmen she had known in Paris.
"Yes."
"I'm Randy Hargreave. Uh, I have a table already if you will come this way."
Lena followed his lead anxiously, her stomach aflutter with at least two dozen large active butterflies, until they were seated together at his table against the wall in one of the restaurant's more secluded alcoves.
They chatted forcedly, struggling for the words that might have come easily under less demanding circumstances, until the bottle of imported champagne that Randy had ordered arrived.
"Oh, wow, this is French!" exclaimed Lena excitedly. "I haven't had any since I was in Paris."
"Paris? Have you been to Paris?" And that was the opening wedge. From that point on they were on common ground memories of the world's greatest city, comparing notes on hidden little unknown bistros, fondly reminiscing about the food in a thousand tiny out-of-the way restaurants. And, of course, the champagne didn't hurt the sudden oncoming of familiarity at all. Without even realizing it, Lena drank first one glass then another, then a third. And pretty soon she had forgotten all the million and one anxieties she had about agreeing to this at all. All day she had worried what if Al should find out? What if my client tried to get fresh? What if I ran into some friends? What if...?
But now all of that was shoved aside in favor of some fond memories of the good old times in France, the times that always were better in retrospect than in reality, but were exciting and fond enough to recall just the same.
And when the dinner, French fare of course, to round out the nostalgic interlude, was finished, Lena was buttressed with the false strength and self-assurance of half a bottle of potent French bubbly. Otherwise she would never have agreed to what came next. Had she been sober and with her wits about her, she would have firmly suggested, in an unmistakable manner, a movie or the theater or perhaps a quiet coffee house somewhere with live entertainment. There were a number of them around, some with quite good budding performers up from New York. But she didn't ... and it was quite possibly the most important decision she had ever made. One that would affect her life from this moment on.
CHAPTER NINE
They sat together on Randy's tufted leather sofa, in the living room of his expansive bachelor apartment. Original oils that must have cost a fortune adorned practically every inch of wall space, yet Lena had the feeling they were selected by some interior designer, much like the nouveau riche often stock their libraries with books they have bought by the yard rather than by titles.
For a long time they talked of each other's lives, Lena feeling completely open and trusting from the champagne and from the fine Spanish sherry they were drinking now. She told him about her husband, about growing up on Army bases in Europe. In fact, everything that Karlie had told her not to mention at all. She had warned her to keep it strictly business, to dodge any and all questions about her personal life, but that seemed ridiculous now, so she rambled on unconcerned now, not afraid anymore. Of course, she was still apprehensive about this whole business, and she did not feel any better about having lied to her husband, but at least she wasn't so terrified now. Randy seemed like a nice enough young man, not at all the type she would have gone for when she was single, but nice just the same. He was obviously a bit shy, though he over-compensated for it occasionally by pretending to be the man of the world that he obviously wasn't. But that could be overlooked, for wasn't it fairly common among guys his age? She took another sip of her sherry and listened as he told her of his last trip to Europe with his mother and aunt. They had been among the first customers of a new special service for the wealthy that incorporated a private jet with a Rolls-Royce and a fleet of chauffeured cars scattered about Europe to take you wherever you desired. She listened eagerly as he told her about arriving at some Austrian Count's castle for dinner and accommodations, how they were served an incredible formal seven-course dinner by a staff larger than some hotel dining rooms. It was like a fairy tale world to Lena and she just nodded and listened as Randy Hargreave rambled on. He was obviously proud of his money and didn't mind waving it around a bit, but Lena didn't mind. After all, she would be on her way soon, half-way to being financially on her feet again, and she would probably never see this rich boy again.
She was looking at a particular painting that dominated one wall when she felt his arm settle over her shoulder. At first, she did nothing it seemed innocent enough but soon it eased down to the swelling curve of her breast and she tensed like a jack-lighted doe as she felt his alien touch through the fabric of her dress.
"Please, Randy ... don't spoil everything now," Lena pleaded, still looking away. Her hand swept his away from her breast.
Randy only smiled and, keeping his hand firmly in place, began kneading her softly yielding flesh between his fingers. His brashness surprised him as much as Lena, but there would be no stopping him now.
"You needn't play games with me ... We both know what comes next. It's inevitable."
Lena looked into his face at last, and what she saw frightened her so badly she could scarcely speak. Her face was suddenly pale and drawn as she pulled stubbornly at his hand.
"You've got to stop. Please!" cried Lena, fear clouding her eyes. Watery tears started to trickle down her smooth cheeks as he held her firmly in spite of her struggle to free herself.
Nothing would stop him now. He quickly wrapped his other arm around her, and with strength she couldn't resist, pinioned her tightly in his arms and forced his face against hers. She twisted and kicked valiantly, but it was futile. His mouth closed brutishly on her soft moist lips as he eased the weight of his body over hers and pushed her backwards onto the sofa.
Randy couldn't contain a nervous laugh that came out of nowhere as he reached over her narrow shoulders and unzipped her dress. There wasn't a thought in his brain at this moment, except that of uncovering this delectable young blonde and giving her pleasure as no one had ever done. It didn't matter that she was a married woman, that she had a husband, and for all he knew, maybe a couple of kids. That was like something in another world, to Randy she was only an innocent virgin, as fresh and unspoiled as any girl on earth. Yes, he'd give her pleasure, all right, and perhaps a little pain, but he knew she'd thank him for this ... before long she'd be begging him for more.
"No, please ... stop please!"
She was screaming so loudly he feared someone would call the manager. Her fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair as she lost all hope of escaping this terrible fate with only words. He managed to yank her dress down over her shoulders, and down, finally, to her young trim waist. He swept her flailing hands away and somehow freed the hooks on her brassiere, reaching far over her shoulders as she squirmed and kicked like a wildcat. He yanked the thin brassiere free and tossed it to the floor, exposing the soft excitedly heaving mounds of her ivory breasts, bouncing and writhing with the frantic contortions of her body. Holding her arms pinned to her sides, he lowered his lips to her pink, wrinkled nipples and brushed the smooth skin which felt like the peach-soft suppleness of a baby's delicate flesh. She screamed again and her head arched back as he bit into the savory softness of her lewdly dancing breasts. His hand shot up between her thighs before she could clench them together and probed hungrily for the moist little slit of her pussy, still protected by the gauze-like sheerness of her panties.
The heat of animal desire rushed like a speeding freight to his penis and with a frantic, hurried jerk he snatched off her dress in one rough, furious movement. Her long smooth legs flailed madly against him, though she seemed nearly spent from the hopeless struggle.
Randy could hear the pulse of blood pounding in his head as he focused on the sheer, flimsy panties creasing on the smooth, full flesh of her hips, the same panties he'd seen outlined beneath her dress just a few moments ago. They stretched tightly over her pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the light blonde triangle of soft young pubic hair at the junction of her milk-white thighs.
He forced another kiss on her as he tried to tug down the panties with one hand, but it was impossible the head-on clash of two overwhelming desires. Her desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddening passion. The gnawing agony in his loins had become an acute pain and he could withstand the torment no longer with a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore the soft flimsy panties from the hapless girl's writhing body. They ripped down her left side, then across the front, splitting in half and revealing her whole voluptuous nakedness softly firm and helpless before him.
His heart pounding like an air jack, Randy moved his hand from her arm down to the jutting mound of his own pelvis and hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Without meaning to. he partially released his grip, and in the brief instant before he recovered, Lena jerked away from him, flinging her naked body nearly free of the sofa and out of his reach. But though she was fast, Randy was faster, and with one powerful sweep of his forearm, he grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back onto the cushions beside him. She fell on her face as he jerked her back to the sofa, and he caught a glimpse of her firmly rounded buttocks, the smooth halves grinding smoothly together as she squirmed and struggled savagely. She twisted herself over for an instant, and as he carefully looked her over from top to bottom, he was suddenly aware of her innocent girlishness. For though she was unquestionably a woman, she had that special air about her, a tempting, tantalizingly girlish appeal.
Again she was struggling for her life and Randy had his throbbing cock pressed against the flesh of her thighs as he kicked off his pants. He could stand it no longer; his penis was a pulsing firebrand, filled, it seemed, with a raging-hot pain that ached to be eased. He forced her thighs apart with an effort strengthened by the immense lustful passion he felt in his loins and by the champagne and sherry he'd drunk. She strained away from him, even put her hands to his now-naked pelvis in a vain attempt to shield her defenseless loins from this wanton ravishment, but the feel of her tiny fingers down there only served to magnify his insane desires. He felt her fingertips brush accidentally over the blood-filled head of his anxiously throbbing cock and there was no way left of retaining control. In another moment, he was pushing hard, driving his rock-hard shaft home up between the helpless girl's quivering thighs. He felt the warm clasping lips of her pussy close involuntarily but tightly around the tip of his hardened penis.
Lena screamed louder than before. "Oh, God, no! Please, no! Please, don't ... I beg you!"
.Her eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded to be spared this horrible degradation, but with a brutal thrust, he rammed his lust-hardened cock into her open cunt as she screamed hysterically with pain and terror. He felt a welcome surge of relief sweep from his loins as the tight walls of her warm wet pussy closed hotly around his cock. Her fear-constricted cunt was tight, but not painfully so, and grew more lubricated with every lunge forward that sank his immense rod of excited male-flesh another inch deeper in her pink, wet pussy. He held her securely by her upper arms as she sobbed and jerked her body in an effort to escape him and the thick stretching pain he brought. Her legs continued to flail, though she was nearly exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired lungs, and her vagina was left wide open and unguarded. He thrust powerfully deep into her, throwing all his weight behind his ramming cudgel as it seared like a hot torch into her naked belly. In deeper and deeper and deeper while strangled hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his loins ground into hers and she twisted her head wildly from side to side, tossing her thick, luxuriant blonde hair behind her as she still fought wildly though her strength was waning.
Ignoring her now feeble blows, he reached his hands down under her softly straining ass-cheeks, and grasping a warm, firm mound with each hand, he raised her loins toward his madly grinding pelvis, thrusting with fresh vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her sobs. Sweat drained from the freshman's forehead as he buried his lust-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the naked young housewife's ravaged pussy. It seemed to him that his whole body was numb, except for the long, hard shaft of his cock, the whole of his very being concentrated into a single pulsing, devouring, devastating sensation that seemed to grow with every strong thrust and jerk of his loins. Her wet tunnel, now freely lubricated with her own juices, clamped sweetly around his organ, offering the perfect complement to his own rigid manhood.
She continued to writhe helplessly like an impaled insect as he leaned up enough to reach the crinkly, sweat-soaked tips of her hardened nipples. As he felt the tell-tale surging begin deep in his loins, she began to cry even louder, as if she knew the end was near. As if she knew that in only a few seconds this near-stranger would empty his lust-bloated balls deep into her helpless belly in an unstoppable torrent of hot sticky sperm. Her face was contorted with the agonizing humiliation and degradation she could not escape.
The man could feel his aching rod of flesh grow longer and thicker until it seemed he would burst through her body and come out the other side. His whole body was drenched in sweat and he panted, gasping and choking for breath, thrusting deeply and savagely. He could feel the scalding flood beginning to sweep along the full length of his wildly throbbing organ until it reached the sweetly bursting head buried deep in the warm clasping sheath of her tender young cuntal passage. She screamed frantically as he rammed her thighs back against her ribs, forcing her ravished pussy-mouth upward to give him the perfect angle, positioning her helpless body so that his exploding manhood was sunk deep in the very heart of her.
Randy closed his eyes ... it was coming, coming ... then like a flood-tide of hot, seething liquid, the viscous flow surged from his loins, paused for an instant like a wave cresting at the tip of his thick, hard penis. He cried out and gave one last vicious thrust with a great, powerful movement as inside her, far up in her nakedly tortured belly, there was an explosion of his penis and she cried out in chorus as the lewd liquid blasted from his body like hot, steaming cream and shot up into her very insides, shattering painfully deep in her softly clasping vaginal passage.
He continued to jerk spasmodically until every last drop of his load was emptied deep into the young girl's helplessly contracting belly, then fell forward on her warm, trembling body.
Her tears all gone, crying quietly now, Lena pulled away and half-rolled, half-crawled from the sofa. Gasping for breath, but crying so hard it just wouldn't come, she pulled her clothes together and made her way, wobbling uneasily to the bathroom. A thin, sticky stream of male semen was drying on the inside of her thighs.
Randy closed his eyes for a moment, not to sleep, just to recover his composure and, hopefully, to bring his pounding pulse back to a normal rhythm. When he opened his eyes again, she was gone.
Lena made her way outside without glancing back and staggered to the brightest street she could see in the distance and flagged down the first cruising taxi. He looked a bit apprehensive as he glimpsed her rumpled clothes and tear-streaked face but he did not say anything.
When she arrived at the Palms Court, she sneaked in through the service entrance and went directly to Karlie's apartment as they had agreed earlier. Karlie was not back yet and she changed from her dressy clothes hurriedly, an occasional heaving sob coming from deep in her chest. Then, washing her face and especially her eyes, she was ready to go upstairs and pretend that she had done nothing worse tonight than watch rugs being made.
Oh, Al, dear Al, forgive me! I've done the worst thing a woman could do to her man ... forgive me, please!
CHAPTER TEN
"I don't care what you say, Karlie, I won't do it! He can go to the police, anything! I won't do that again! You don't know what happened to me last night!" Lena was shouting hysterically to her friend, both of them standing in the middle of the Ingram living room. Al had long since gone to classes and Lena had stayed home, feigning a virus of some sort, but really unable to get out of bed and face anyone this morning. Her vagina ached from the nightmarish brutal ravishment of her loins she had been subjected to, but the ache in her heart and in her belly was far worse. She wasn't fit to be Al's wife, she wasn't fit to be anybody's wife! Maybe she belonged with people like that rich-kid Randy last night, maybe she was nothing better than a tramp, a call-girl ... a whore!
"Lena, listen to me...."
"Nothing you can say will change my mind, I'm through! Finished!"
"Will you shut up and listen! This is more serious than you could possibly know."
Lena stopped her frantic protests and looked at her girlfriend curiously. "Serious? What do you mean?"
"Well, it's not your decision to make any more. You have to accept this second assignment, it seems."
"What? I don't have to accept anything! Who does he think he is, telling me what I have to do! I'll take the full responsibility for what I did and I'll tell Al all about the check and the money."
"And about last night?"
"Last night? You know better than that, Karlie. It would kill Al if he found out the truth ... about me and that horrible guy."
"Well, that's what I'm getting at. You have to take this assignment or Al will know the whole story."
"How? He'd never believe it if Mr. Musselman told him."
"Ever heard of cameras, honey?"
Lena looked stunned. "You mean he took pictures? Of ... everything?"
"No, just you two together in that restaurant. One of his underworld buddies shot them with a Minox spy-camera. But there's more."
"What more? It couldn't be worse than this."
Karlie shook her head melodramatically. "He has tapes of you and that Hargreave kid in his apartment. It's all there ... I heard it myself."
"You heard it?" Lena felt her face turn crimson as she realized her own friend had heard her with that horrible punk, heard her struggling, even heard the terrible lewd sounds of her own lascivious ravishment at his hands. "Oh, Karlie, I'm so ashamed!"
"Now, now, don't go getting all upset again. You just leave it all to me and I'll see to it you don't have to worry about a thing. This next job isn't for a couple of days, so just relax and concentrate on your studies or something. It's just a little party this time, and we'll be going together."
"Together? You mean the both of us at the same time."
"That's right."
"Oh, that's great. I know nothing like last night will happen if we're both there. Maybe I can manage this one more time after all. And then I'll be free of that horrible man and his vile ideas."
Karlie smiled a big-sister smile. 'That's for sure. You've got nothing to worry about with me along ... nothing at all."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lena Ingram had sat quietly through the long drive up here from their apartment building. Several days had passed since that night with Randy Hargreave and she felt a lot better now about going along with Musselman for a second time. Not that she really had a choice, of course, for she knew, when she looked at it all rationally, that she had to keep Al from finding out whatever the cost. At least Karlie had been reassuring these past few days, and Lena was hardly more anxious or concerned about this assignment than the last one. It was only a party, Mr. Musselman had said, and Karlie had concurred. They were going as dates for a couple of the boys there. It didn't sound particularly ominous, though she did admit to a bit of apprehension about the site chosen for this get-together: Garner's Cabin, a for-hire lodge high up in the mountains, not particularly noted for its sterling reputation. But then again, it was a legitimate operation, and Lena could recall when clubs from the college had rented it for parties and open-houses, so maybe it would be all right after all. Anyway, she was with her best friend, so what could go wrong?
* * *
They were almost there when Karlie, who was driving, finally broke the heavy silence. "Uh, Lena, there was one thing I didn't tell you. I figured it wouldn't make any difference, you being half-Swedish and all."
"What's being Swedish got to do with it?"
"Well, it seems our dates are, uh ... Negroes?"
There was a moment of silence from the tall vivacious blonde and then she spoke. "Uh, I guess it doesn't make all that much difference. I've never really thought about it, I suppose, but I don't think I would have liked it if you had told me before."
"Anyway, there's not much we can do about it now but just smile. Maybe they'll be nice enough guys. Lou said they were both athletes at the school on scholarships," Karlie said, but her thoughts went a bit further. Athletes! Big and black and strong! Oh baby, I hope I don't stick to the car seat when I get up!
Two huskily-built blacks met them as they left Karlie's car and walked up the concrete steps to the lodge's front door. Lena looked around apprehensively there was only one car besides theirs! "Karlie, I thought this was supposed to be a party!" she whispered hoarsely as the two Negroes approached.
"It is, it is. Maybe the others haven't arrived yet. Just be cool and don't worry. We're together, remember?"
"Hello, girls," said the bigger of the two boys. "I'm William Tucker, my friends call me Willie. And this here is my buddy Jess."
The second black nodded somewhat sheepishly, his eyes avoiding theirs.
"C'mon in, we've got a big fire going and music on the radio," said the first. The girls followed, Karlie leading the way, her girlfriend behind her looking around anxiously now. The lodge was well-furnished and cozy with the roaring fire in the rock fireplace.
"Uh, Karlie, could I talk to you a minute," Lena said softly in the redhead's ear. But Karlie pretended not to notice and settled herself into a big overstuffed armchair close to the fire. As Lena looked nervously about the room, too afraid to sit down, she missed the telling gesture her friend made to Willie. Cupping her palm, she raised her hand to her lips and made a smoking movement, inhaling an imaginary cigarette and winking at the husky black boy. He winked back and hurriedly pulled something from a cigar box that lay on the edge of the lodge's large console radio part of the package that came with the rental of the lodge. He had stuffed the cigar box with tiny hand-rolled cigarettes and he offered one to Karlie just as Lena turned around again. "Here, Lena, sit down there and have a puff of this. You'll feel much better in a few minutes, believe me."
"What is it?" she asked innocently.
"What do you think?" Karlie lit the tiny cigarette, took a deep drag and held it in her lungs. Then she passed it to Lena as Willie lit up another one. Karlie wasn't wasting any time she could see the fear in her girlfriend's eyes and she knew that unless she could get her to see things the right way, this whole deal would be out the window. And these "joints", Lou's own idea, were just the right persuaders. Half marijuana and half Middle Eastern hashish, they were potent enough to bring even an innocent virgin around. If only Lena would take that first puff, it would be easy from here!
"If that's grass, I don't want any. I prefer not to use the stuff myself," said Lena emphatically. "You go ahead if you like, but I'll just have a coke. And by the way, when are the other guests getting here?" She thought she heard a chuckle from the Negro at her left but when she turned his face was perfectly straight and unrevealing.
"Here, Lena, just a little. It'll make you relax, honest. You don't think I'd be smoking it if it was bad for me, do you? And I do it all the time."
"Really?"
"Sure, practically every day. Now here, just one deep puff and hold it deep down in your lungs as long as you can."
Lena was still unsure, but she finally relented and breathed in a lungful of the thick sweetish smoke and held it until she nearly gagged on its potent fumes. The room suddenly seemed to move just a bit, like an earthquake had jolted it with a quick snap. She didn't object as Karlie held the lighted cigarette to her lips again, and then again. And in a few moments, the fire had become a roaring collage of a million dancing colors, all trying to outdo the others in brightness and intensity. The room spun around her, but not eerily like when you've had too much to drink. This was a rhythmic, sensual whirling, and she felt a part of it ... she was caught in a sudden whirlpool that had enveloped the entire high-ceilinged room and everyone in it. But she wasn't afraid any more ... everything was right. And Karlie was still at her side.
She closed her eyes for a moment that seemed an eternity and when she opened them, Karlie was on her feet, standing before the fire. And Lena could do nothing but watch ... watch paralyzed with fear and confusion.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Karlie reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her dress. She pulled slowly on the zipper, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these strangers. Lena, like the two blacks, was entranced, mesmerized by what Karlie was about to do. The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. Her hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Lena looked on excitedly. She tossed her long red hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music
She eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the two Negroes breathing fast and heavy. Her breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her dress, peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. The two men's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping to her ripe, full nakedness right before their eyes. But best of all, she belonged to them! She was theirs for the night! Willie could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to penetrate this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her pussy would be like wet, soft and pink, exposed and vulnerable. Waiting for his long, hard black cock to fill her like she'd never been filled before.
With one hand Karlie lifted a breast, just enough to feel its full voluptuousness. They stood taut and high, quivering at the touch of her own fingers flowing caressingly over the warm, smooth flesh. They seemed to be dancing a swirling dance of their own, shivering with the African rhythm of the music, inviting the two men forward, urging them to take her hard, throbbing nipples in their mouths. Begging them to answer the gnawing, churning need in her belly.
Balancing on one foot, she yanked the dress down to her ankles and tugged it off, leaving nothing but her tiny, baby-blue panties between the eyes of the men and Lena and her own lewdly exposed nakedness. The tiny panties were not nearly enough to cover her buttocks completely; as she spun slowly around, they could all see where the long, flowing curve of her smooth, unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching curves of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory-white ass-cheek was revealed beneath that taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, two dimples peered back at them like cold, blank eyes.
Except for the sound of the music there wasn't a sound to be heard in the stuffy room as she ground her hips back and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring them to yank the thin, flimsy panties down over the swell of her hips, over the sparse triangle of reddish pubic hair at the junction of her thighs, and down along the smooth, long length of her sun-bronzed legs.
Her eyes closed, her mind whirling as she floated through space, she ran her hands down the full length of her body, brushing her palms over the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her fingers hooked in the tight elastic waist-band of her panties and she began slowly, teasingly to roll them over the full, ripe swell of her buttocks, her back demurely turned to Willie and Jess.
They both gasped aloud as they caught their first real glimpse of the gorgeous young white woman's naked buttocks, the brightly flaming, multi-colored glow from the fire in the fireplace reflecting like a mirror in the smooth, gleaming flesh of the fully rounded mounds. Slowly she rolled the panties out and over the firmly jutting ass-flesh, stretching the thin blue nylon as it tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth ripe curve of her ass-cheeks where the soft pliant flesh joined her milk-white thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her nakedly exposed buttocks at the two men, rotating them lustily in an unmistakably lewd sexual invitation. She reached back with her bare arms and spread apart the twin mounds of flesh, displaying obscenely the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The taut little nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed the strong muscles in her ass, and you could hear the two blacks breathing heavily even over the rhythmic African pounding of the radio. Nothing was in their minds except the lewdly beckoning little hole of her anus, puckered open, just waiting for the long stiff lengths of their aching black cocks to bore deeply up into her back passage.
Karlie's roundly quivering ass-cheeks rotated on their own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned around again, facing the two men, seemingly mindless of her friend Lena sitting dumbfounded to her right, stoned now for the first time in her life from the grass and watching Karlie with glazed eyes. With both hands, Karlie lifted the white, pink-capped tips of her full, high-set breasts, offering them temptingly to the two Negroes as she held up the soft, tender mounds and pointed the crinkly-hard nipples in their direction. She tantalizingly eased her opened palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of suntanned flesh, gleaming like a bronzed statuette in the light of the fireplace.
With her thumbs, she caught the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, now covering only the soft mysterious triangle of pubic hair up between her sensually parted legs and the moist pink lips of her pussy hidden beneath. Her thighs parted even more as she lowered the gauze-like fabric of her panties like a flag of unconditional surrender, exposing the delicate "vee" at the top of her supple thighs. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her naked legs; then she stepped out of them and tossed them casually onto the sofa beside Jess.
The air in the room was suddenly charged as if by lightning; she was now completely naked before the two blacks and her best friend, there was nothing left to the imagination. Lena tried to look away, to hide her face from this wanton spectacle, but the marijuana was asserting its powerful grip on her; she couldn't look away! She was drawn like a moth to a flickering flame to the wickedly exciting vision of her best girlfriend stripped naked like this before these two strangers of a different race. She wondered if she would have felt the same way if both these men were white, but now it really didn't matter.
Karlie opened her legs wide, giving the two Negroes an unobstructed view of her totally unguarded cunt, her puckered pussy-lips glistening with her own wet love-juices. She leaned back, touching her long luxuriant hair to the floor as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the music from the radio had suddenly picked up and with it, Karlie's savage dance grew more and more frenetic. The flickering colors from the fire cast a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the backs of her long naked legs.
With a teasing, tormented grin, she brought her hands around from behind and slipped them slowly down over her body, over the ripely swelling fullness of her hips, and down into the warm deep crevice between her thighs. Her fingers spread the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening the hot moist flesh of her cunt to the hungry stares of the two men.
Willie had stood it as long as he could; not that her maddening dance has excited the other black any less. It was just that his friend Jess was far more stoned from the pot than he; Jess just sat there mesmerized by the young white redhead's writhing passion, unable to move. But not Willie ... he leaped to his feet, unbuttoned his trousers as he stood up and lowered his zipper. In less than a second, his pants had dropped to the floor and he stepped clear of them.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna put this peter of mine so deep in you it'll be pokin' around in your sweet little titties."
As he spoke, he pulled his undershorts down and yanked them off. His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, black and gleaming along its full, thick length. Karlie looked only at the huge menacing rod of flesh jutting out from the kinky black hair of his loins like a flagpole. She was suddenly afraid, frightened for the only time since she'd arrived. Hell kill me with that thing! It'll split me right down the middle!
"Honey, I'm not waiting a second longer for some of you ... come here!"
He circled her like a lion stalking its prey, sizing up her youthful nakedness, exploring with his eyes every inch, every crevice of her delicious, ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, literally fearful for her life as she gazed steadily at the awesome sight of his manhood rising lustfully from his pelvis. His jet-black muscles rippled smoothly as he walked; he was obviously an athlete. There didn't seem to be an ounce of flab on his entire massive frame, his legs and aims were thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles. He could feel his balls acing with desire as he looked over the young naked white girl; he'd never had one and he suspected she'd never sampled a black man either.
I'm gonna fuck you, sweet white bitch, like you've never been fucked before! I'm gonna make you wish you'd been born black, so's you could enjoy a black man every night! Biting his lower lips, he imagined her naked white ass impaled on his long ebony cock; he could see her there, struggling to get free, screaming from the flesh-searing pain as he pumped his lust-bloated cock into her again and again, every long, hard thrust burying his black stallion deeper and deeper in her quivering white belly.
He knew the other girl would be wetting her pants with envious desire as she watched his huge shaft disappear lewdly up into the naked girl's hungrily clasping pussy-lips.
"Down on your knees. I want to see you squirm a little first."
Karlie obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down on all fours at the huge naked black man's feet, her bare thighs and shivering buttocks turned away from him.
"Not like that ... turn around! Point that hot little ass right back at me!" he growled, and Karlie again complied unhesitatingly with his instructions.
He lowered his enormous frame to the floor, resting his knees behind the frightened young redhead. He grasped each cheek of her vulnerably naked buttocks with one strong black hand and spread the softly rounded flesh apart, uncovering her tightly puckered anus and the soft moist flanges guarding the entrance to her pussy. Willie grinned a grin that stretched clear across his ebony face and he licked his dry lips in breathless anticipation. White girl, baby, you're gonna' remember this night the rest of your life!
Karlie was suddenly extremely conscious of the others in the room; though facing this way she couldn't see them, she could feel their eyes burning on her naked flesh. She knew the other black man was only a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as this Negro prepared to do whatever he wished with her helpless young body! Lena was there too her best friend seeing her in this humiliating position, about to descend to the deepest depths of degradation. But she wasn't sure she cared maybe she only felt this way because she knew it was the way she was supposed to feel. Her real feelings, those that were brought to the surface now that the marijuana had unleashed her secret desires, those were the ones that really counted. And right now, she wasn't sure she would stop this black man if she had the power. She knew what he was going to do, she knew Lena would be there watching through the whole act, but it didn't really bother her. Not like she would have guessed...
"Stop wiggling so much, sweetheart! How am I going to find that sweet little hole of yours if you keep hopping around?"
He located the moist lips of her vagina hidden under the sparse reddish fluff of her pussy-hair and gently spread the soft pink ridges with his thumbs, exposing the damp, rose-colored slit to the hungry, greedy stares of the two men. He paused for a moment, savoring the agony of this long pause, then, lowering his grinning head, buried his face in the moist flesh of her pussy, his long tongue snaking into the soft channel of her cunt with a quick lewd slurping movement.
She tried to jerk away, snapping reflexively from his touch on this moist sensitive region, but he held her securely in his grip, his muscular black forearms locked around her thighs. Her hips ground savagely as she squirmed to escape the ravishing touch of his hungry lips and tongue. His probing tongue wormed deep into her warmly throbbing pussy, causing her to shiver involuntarily again and again from this wicked, forbidden contact. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before; Willie was right, she'd never had a black man. Just the sheer savage wantonness of it all was enough to drive her up the wall, but with the extra boost of the marijuana she'd smoked, she was nearly out of her mind with shuddering uncontrollable desire!
One arm released its grip as Willie grew confident she wouldn't try to escape his pleasure-giving touch, and he slid his black hand along her smooth white belly, reaching far under her kneeling body until he reached a dangling breast hanging beneath her, its fleshy weight stretching that taut skin as it nearly touched the floor under her torso. He found her rough, crinkly nipple and squeezed the hard fleshy bud tightly between his fingers, causing her to cry out in surprise and pain and jerk back hard against his face, forcing his tongue even deeper up into her moist pink cunt.
Lena managed to speak, "Won't you stop this, please! Oh please! Oh, please stop!" Jess looked up fiercely as if he was about to silence her for good, and she thought better about voicing any more objections.
Karlie's body trembled convulsively as Willie nibbled hungrily on her sensitive clitoris, each electric contact sending freshly searing waves of savage excitement rippling through her body.
"Oh yes ... ooohhh," she moaned as his teeth nipped the tender bud of her clit, massaging it ravenously as he rolled it between his lips. Her own mouth opened and a long, low soulful moan escaped from deep in her throat, a sort of husky whimper that seemed more a purr of contentment than a cry of agony.
She closed her eyes; it was impossible anyway to see this enormous black that was licking and sucking hungrily on her quivering pussy from behind her. It was incredible she couldn't remember a stronger sensation. It was like she was being ravished by some virile African native, some muscle-bound creature, more animal than anything else. Never in her entire life had she experienced anything so totally wicked, so totally forbidden and exciting at the same time.
She sank away, her muscles falling limp as he eased his hungry ravishment of her clitoris, but his tongue quickly snaked into her anal orifice, torturing her inhumanly as it probed the tightly puckered nether ring of her rectum. Millions of goose bumps popped up on her tingling, lust-heightened flesh, rippling like waves across her naked belly and obscenely dancing breasts, and she involuntarily contracted her buttocks, shielding her vulnerable anus from the burning wet touch of his lizard-like tongue. She could feel her nipples grow painfully hard, throbbing and pulsing as his lips explored the firm full mounds of her buttocks, kissing her along the smooth flowing curve of each ass-cheek, then along the sensitive flesh of her bronzed, glistening thighs.
Lena and the other Negro could see the end was nearing for the naked young red-head. She was rapidly losing control of her body; she was ramming her buttocks back hard against the black man's face, grinding her whole lust-inflamed body back against his probing lashing tongue, jerking spasmodically as tingling floods of desire blasted through her raw, ragged nerves.
Willie's grin was wider than ever, he could feel her total, animal surrender nearing. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd be totally his a whimpering, pleading love-slave helpless at his feet, a young white captive begging for his black virility to quench the flames of savage lust that raged out of control in her naked body. Karlie was a shivering, moaning mass of ravaged nerve endings, gasping for breath He shoved her over on her back on the floor, roughly ramming his middle finger far up into her passion-drenched cunt. She was his! She was half-way up, her head and shoulders off the cold floor, as she reached for the long thick shaft of his glistening black cock, now fully hard and erect, standing like the boom of a sailing ship as it shot from his hairy loins, a miniscule seeping of seminal fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip; but he pushed her back, flattening her roughly against the hard wooden floor.
He kneeled over her, pinning her between his knees, relishing the thrill of watching this helpless, sex-crazed young white girl, writhing so voluptuously between his legs. He inched forward until her breasts were flattened under his naked black buttocks; he could feel the quivering hard tips of her nipples rubbing against his ass as she wriggled nervously.
"Baby, I'm gonna' give you some real sweet meat. Yes, sir, some real meat. Some like you never tasted before!" he hissed at her. "You'd better wet those pretty red lips of yours, 'cause
Daddy's commin' in!"
Karlie knew better than to resist now; she could read that lustful look in the Negro's eyes the look that told her this was going to be a long, long night.
With one hand he lifted her head, gripping the thick red hair and pulling her up toward his lewdly bobbing cock. With the other, he forced the swollen black shaft of his penis downward so that it brushed the girl's ovaled lips. He circled her mouth with the lust-engorged cock-head, brushing a thin smear of his sticky seminal juices over her lips as he prepared to throttle her with his awesome shaft.
"Open your mouth ... wide!" he ordered.
Karlie reluctantly obeyed and the huge black slipped the thick hard knob of his cock along her pink tongue and deep back into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips tightly around the hard black organ, licking wildly and wetly at the sperm-ridged underside. She knew that was the only way; she had to do her best to please him. She shuddered as she imagined what those enormous black hands of his could do to her if she displeased him, even for a moment.
Karlie couldn't see Lena or Jess, but she could tell they were watching as she hungrily licked and swirled her tongue along the full coal-black length of Willie's love-shaft. It glistened and sparkled in the flickering light as it slithered wetly from her ovaly stretched lips; every thrust forward of his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the hugely throbbing cock further down her bruised throat passage. She explored every single inch of the enormous cock, holding her fingers securely around the thick, hairy base and licking teasingly at the tiny love-slit in the throbbing tip, feeling the shivers of wild, savage desire that rippled through his belly as her tongue licked the distended knob clean of its sticky emissions. She could taste the pungent sweetness of his semen mingling with the warm flood of saliva in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around and around the thick, blood-filled head of his cock.
Willie was rocking his hips back and forth in a slow, obscene rhythm as he sat atop her swaying breasts, unconsciously keeping time with the music still blaring from the cabin radio, pulling back until nothing but the hardened throbbing tip of his penis was left between her glistening, ovaled lips, then easing forward again, worming the great black shaft back down into the softly bruised passage of her throat, making her gag each time he pushed his hair-covered pelvis tight against her face.
He was now nearly directly over her, ramming his desire-hardened rod of male-flesh nearly straight down, face-fucking into her hungrily sucking lips. She was nibbling like a fish after bait, her lips puckered tightly around the thickly swollen shaft of his cock, oblivious of Lena and Jess only a few feet away. Both of them were on the edge of their seats, fascinated by the thrill of this wickedly perverse display taking place right before them. Willie's hairy, sperm-bloated balls rested on her chin, the wispy hairs brushing lightly against her cheek as he pumped his pulsating black organ in and out of her throat.
Willie couldn't take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the young girl so helpless beneath him; he could feel her breasts heaving, her nipples poking into the flesh of his buttocks, her pale-pink lips stretched grotesquely as they strained to fit around the thick bulk of his coal-black cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Her hair fanned out behind her like a fiery red halo, she looked like a white love goddess ... and she was his! All his!
The helplessly pinned young redhead had never had a black cock, especially not in her mouth, and she was excited by the wickedness, the sheer lasciviousness of what this huge black stranger was doing to her. She was totally his love-prisoner, totally subjugated and helpless at his feet, his to fondle, to explore, to ravish as he desired. She was gagging now on every inward thrust of the huge fleshy shaft, her cheeks painfully hollowed to accommodate its hugely throbbing thickness in her small mouth. It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his penis filled her tender throat passage to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back-thrust, and gulped down a mouthful of saliva and seminal juices that was almost choking her.
It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed and the thick shaft bored even deeper down her soft, fragile passage. His hands were on her hips, unnecessary now as she offered no resistance and he was grinning broadly as he watched the naked white girl beneath his heavy sperm-laden testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every lust-hardened inch of his long cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace, fucking the full length far down her throat as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face.
His pubic hairs tickled her nose as he leaned forward to get the best angle for entering the young girl's lewdly sucking throat. As he pumped up and down, his desire-tightened balls rose and fell from their resting place on her chin, slapping against her and dangling down along her smooth neck as he savagely lifted himself up, then sank to the hilt in her soft, clasping throat. She choked and gasped for what little breath she could manage, gulped a mouthful through her nose as he pumped down faster and harder.
Jess had moved; Karlie caught a glimpse of him out of one eye, standing off to one side, his eyes gleaming-white in the near-darkness savoring every magic second of this incredible tableau, fighting the rising urgency in his own loins as he watched his friend viciously ravish the helpless white girl's throat passage.
Willie suddenly jerked back as if in intense pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick cock as far as it would go down the ravaged throat of the young girl beneath him. His balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn't breathe ... The huge shaft blocked her throat, and his wet, kinky hair covered her nostrils ... and then it happened. The enormous black cock deeply embedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its sticky load deep down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the sticky, hot fluid that cascaded down her bruised throat passage in wet, oozing waves, draining salaciously down into her waiting belly. Her cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips and streamed down her cheek to the floor below her. She sucked and swallowed again and again as each pistoning jerk of his loins filled her mouth and throat anew with a fresh flood of the viscous fluid.
"Oh, Christ, suck it baby ... suck every last drop!" he gasped, his eyes clenched tightly shut, his head back as he rammed his thick spear straight down into the voraciously sucking throat of the naked redhead.
The pungent male cum filled her mouth one last time, and she quickly gulped it down to join the rest filling her quivering belly. Willie jerked a final time, smashing his loins against her face, smearing the oozing flow over her nose and cheeks. The huge shaft began to soften, turning rubbery between her ovaled lips. He pulled himself free with a lewd wet sucking sound, trailing a stream of his sticky white sperm over her breasts as he rocked back on his heels. Karlie could breathe freely again for the first time since he'd mounted her, and her heaving breasts rose and fell as she gasped to fill her empty lungs. She opened her eyes, almost afraid of what she'd find. Lena sat immobile she hadn't budged an inch since it all began. Her eyes were still gaping as she struggled to take in all of this incredible wantonness; her mind was reeling from the marijuana they'd all smoked and it all seemed unreal, like a painting on glass. It was all there, but she could see through it all, as if Karlie and Willie were just drawn figures on something transparent and the drawing was being moved around before her eyes. Jess was standing only a couple of feet away looking hungrily and eagerly at her, the young blonde he'd picked for himself.
"Okay, sweetheart ... it looks like now it's you and me!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
like a razor-sharp saber, the black man's ugly words cut through the drugged stupor surrounding Lena, and she leapt to her feet, backing away from the man cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet away.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch ... you ain't running out on us now. We've got a lot of fun coming yet! I didn't pay all that hard-earned money to just sit back and watch!"
His hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away and his fingers snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were newsprint. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the smooth white softness of her breasts resting in the sheer cups of her thin brassiere.
"No, please ... you can't do this! I ... I...."
Both his powerful arms suddenly snaked around her and with one quick, deft move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her brassiere and yanked it away, throwing it half-way across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes widened as he stared at the frightened young blonde's large, ripe breasts two bulging, pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips.
"Come here!" he growled, and this time Lena knew there was no choice but to obey.
Willie was watching eagerly, and he had moved between Lena and the door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge chest. Lena took one half-step forward, but it was enough to place her in the frenzied, sex-hungry Negro's clutches. Jess's fleshy lips locked on hers, his rough tongue darted between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist recesses of her mouth. She tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but he held her tightly with his hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching her so painfully that she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and wrists. His thick wet lips left her mouth and traced a line along the curve of her upturned chin, passionately nibbling at the soft flesh of her neck; then along the smooth expanse of her chest. Her blood ran cold as his hungrily sucking and nibbling lips neared the swell of her breasts. His tongue swirled around the hardening points of her fear-rigid nipples; sharp teeth nipped painfully at the swelling tips of her breasts. She knew Karlie was watching; she knew her best friend was there somewhere in the darkness, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, most shameful depths of humiliation and depravity. She was nothing more than just a common street-walking whore now, just a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress. Theirs to empty their seething loads of lewd sperm into, just a lust-receptacle for these ... these savages!
Lena was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the now-empty sofa. Now that she was standing, the effects of the marijuana seemed doubled; the room seemed to be spinning around on a central axis, whirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering lights from the window. Her thighs backed against the edge of the sofa cushion, and with a rough push from Jess, she fell flat on her back across the sofa, her mini-skirt bunching up around her waist. Her eyes had been closed; she opened them now, wide with fear as she lost her balance and tumbled across the couch. Jess seemed to tower over her like a black giant his chest a solid, ebony wall of muscle now that he had removed his shirt.
"Please don't ... please," she whimpered futilely.
But Jess leaned forward and nibbled the soft tender flesh of her inner thigh, pinching the skin painfully in sharp, nipping bites, all along the smooth nakedness of her upper leg. She knew now that her pleas would be unheeded. She could tell that nothing was going to stop this muscular black man as he started nibbling and nipping just above her dimpled knee and worked his way up, stopping just short of the soft flimsy crotch band of her panties at the intersection of her thighs.
Lena tried to fight it she wouldn't give this vicious animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances but she'd smoked too much of the potent hemp to remain totally in control of her body. She began a low, quiet moan as he nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches from the almost unguarded slit of her vagina. His big black hands slid easily over her smooth, flat belly and fastened on the jutting mounds of her young breasts, squeezing the ripely swelling peaks with his open palms, pinching the tender flesh in ridges between his black fingers, which contrasted sharply with the ivory whiteness of her naked skin.
Lena's mind was reeling! She'd prepared herself for the worst ... for agonizing pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation ... but not this! His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not anticipated! If only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate probing of her nearly naked body...
Without meaning to, Lena's legs slowly parted, opening up the moist pink slit of her pussy, easily visible beneath the gauze-like material of her panties, to the black man's view. It looked like a long-sought treasure to him, a sparkling, gleaming pearl concealed beneath the soft, fluffy down of her softly resilient pussy-hair. He nibbled closer to the forbidden orifice, his nose brushing the fragrant blonde curls teasing out from under the tight elastic leg bands of her panties as he neared his goal the moist throbbing crevice up between her snow-white thighs.
She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and shoulders. Her eyes popped open ... it was Karlie!
"Here, Lena, take another deep drag ... It'll make you think you're floating in space."
Karlie held a brightly glowing "joint" between her fingers and, before Lena could answer, touched the cigarette to her lips. Lena filled her lungs quickly with a slow, powerful puff, then held it in until her chest seemed about to explode. Karlie then disappeared again in the darkness around the sofa but it didn't matter.
Lena could feel the potent psychedelic drug rush straight to her brain; the flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly now like tinted floodlights snining into the smoky room. Her hands had been by her side, but now they were moving of their own accord to the flat plane of her belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thin honey-gold pubic triangle. She was pulling the narrow crotch-band of her panties aside and rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her body responding now fully to the black man's carnal probing up between her long slender legs.
With both hands, Jess brushed apart the soft curls of pubic hair guarding her exposed vagina, gently spreading the soft, moist folds of pink pussy flesh. He leaned forward at the same moment and, without warning, clamped his hungry lips on the pearl-like bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris. Her whole body suddenly arched off the sofa, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire that shot through her loins as his lips made their first contact with her naked young pussy, his fingers at the same time ripping the soft flimsy crotch-band of her panties away from her tempting pink cunt.
"Ohhhh ... please ... ppplleeaassee...."
But her cry was more one of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror and, as she felt her panties as only a thin elastic band around her waist, her hips began a response of their own, grinding upward against his face as he sucked ravenously on her cunt-lips. She was trapped in a swirling, soaring surge of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight.
Jess's tongue snaked into the moistly seeping crevice up between her widespread legs, worming between the soft pink walls, then licking along the narrow slit of her pussy until his tongue brushed electrically over her throbbing clitoris. His hand was far up between the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers caressing the tightly puckered little ring of her anus, then climbing up to the damp slit of her vagina. They slid easily into the warm shelter of her pussy, pushing back the fleshy walls that clamped so tightly around them.
"Christ, she's got the tightest little pussy I've ever seen! Man, it's gonna be something else pumping my meat in this hot little bitch...."
He pulled his fingers momentarily from her wet constrictive passage and spread even wider and pink, fleshy lips of her pussy, burying his face tightly in the vulnerable furrow of her loins, his lips clenched tight around the pulsing nipple of her clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her moist slit, lapping at her sweet young vaginal juices and gulping them down eagerly, relishing the totally female taste of her naked pussy against his lips.
She opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mournful hoarse moan escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was writhing frenetically now, quivering at his every agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated cunt up against the black man's face, grinding her pink, fleshy pussy-lips hard against his full ebony lips.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal? Why can't I make this all go away! Oh my God, I can't stop myself ... I can't stop myself!
Her empty vagina was now aching with wild, insatiable passion ... aching for the one thing that would answer the torturing lustful desires that were raging hotly in her naked belly ... aching for the hard, soothing thrust of this black man's cock ... aching for his long, throbbing cock-shaft buried deep in her burning passage. She had to have it, she had to have its rock-hard firmness rammed deep inside her-there was no other way to quell this frenzied riot of savage passion raging out of control in her nakedly quivering belly.
Jess's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as he pulled away from her, and with one twisting snap, he rolled over on her belly.
"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, and Lena obeyed. She would have done anything now to curb this frenzied spasm of wanton desire rippling incessantly through her desire-en flamed loins. The cushion was soft, and it gave with her weight, but she gripped the arm of the sofa securely, bracing herself as she rose to her hands and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a red flag before the rabid black man on his knees behind her.
Karlie had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs draped in front of her, and Willie was preparing to fuck into her hungrily awaiting cuntal orifice, holding his huge cock with both hands as he guided it toward the waiting girl's juicy wet pussy. Neither of them could take their eyes off the action on the sofa for an instant, but they had withstood the torturing flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it ... there was no holding back.
Karlie cried out as the long, glistening shaft eased between the soft pink folds of her pussy, stretching the tender cunt-lips wide as the blood-filled head sank quickly out of sight in the young red-head's vagina. Fighting the intense pain, she gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her ravenous pussy back against the huge Negro's hard lunge; she gasped out loud as the thick black battering-ram sank deep in her constrictive cuntal sheath, pushing aside the soft moist walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep up into her. He paused, nakedly squirming, then sank the enormous fleshy rod the rest of the way into her nakedly squirming belly, ramming into her to the hilt so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony.
He'd waited too long already for this there was no time for slow, rhythmic thrusts. With all the strength of his powerful hips, he began fucking into the naked redhead like a stallion at stud, shoving every long, gleaming inch of his desire-hardened weapon deep into Karlie's raging belly. She could feel its throbbing, swollen head far up inside her, pulsing with the flow of hot, scalding blood that filled the enormous organ's lust-distended tip. The delicious thrill of watching her hungrily taking his aching cock ... the wicked spectacle of his friend nibbling eagerly at the other white girl's nakedly upturned cunt, there could be no holding back now he'd come too far to be restrained any longer. The giant Black's head went back and a surprised, anguished shout came from his lungs ... his black, fleshy hose again spewed its seething load in the white girl's belly, this time pumped in short staccato bursts into her hungrily receptive cunt, filling it completely and oozing out onto the arm of the chair. Karlie's pussy-lips milked every drop of his sticky sperm from the huge shaft, sucking the warm viscous liquid up into her belly.
* * *
Jess had now crawled up behind the nakedly quivering blonde and, with his hands, grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, turning her wet, glistening cunt back up at an even more acute angle. She felt one hand slip away from her buttocks for an instant, followed by a hurried zipping sound as the black man's rigid cock was pulled out into the air. It was now poised just an inch from her puffy pink cuntal lips, and with one hand he spread the soft pliable pussy-flesh and eased his aching cock up into the moist opening.
Karlie, only partially recovered, had swung her long legs around and was sitting enraptured, on the edge of the chair across the room. Willie was standing behind her, unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the girl's bare white shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped down onto her flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down the swell of her naked breast.
Jess eased forward, his long black cock slithering into the naked blonde's tight young pussy, parting the soft pubic curls with the huge bulbous head of his penis. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close tightly around the hotly throbbing shaft as he held it there, immobile, in her hungrily clasping vagina, rocking it in and out, teasing her and intensifying the uncontrollable lustful desire in her writhing body.
My God, what a tight pussy! He couldn't believe, how good it felt as the strong wet walls gripped his aching penis like a clenched fist, pulling him deeper and deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt.
He kept his lust-swollen cock there for several minutes, only an inch or two nestled in the tightness of her vaginal passage, rocking it in and out, driving the naked white girl insane with his rhythmically insistent strokes. The walls of her pussy had come alive! They were throbbing pulsing, grabbing at the invading rod of his male hardness, desperately trying to pull its long, satisfying length up into her ravenously hungry passage. The wet, soft pussy-lips were reaching out as if to grab his desire-hardened cock and suck it madly into her tortured hole.
"Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck me, oh please fuck me! Fuck me with your black cock! Fuck me hard!" Lena suddenly groaned, her head spinning wildly from the combined effects of the marijuana and his torturing probes of sensuous sexuality.
Suddenly nothing counted to her except his pleasure-giving cock rammed inside her starving passage, and with a quick, vicious snap of his hips, Jess sank the full shaft of his cock to the hilt in her vagina, slamming his loins forward until his balls slapped obscenely between her thighs. Lena cried out with pleasure, a long, low moan of anguished relief. He began to thrust in a pounding savage rhythm, each in-stroke seemingly deeper and deeper in her belly. Her whole body jerked and squirmed, a constant cry escaping her half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive savage lust as wildly raging desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down her naked thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the black man was beginning to shed where their legs ground together.
"Oh yes! Harder! Harder!" she yelled out. "Stick it in me hard and deep!"
She was mindless of Willie and Karlie watching, just a few feet away, mesmerized at her sudden change, both of them standing now, close by the wildly pumping figures of the muscular Negro and the naked blonde. Jess grabbed the fleshy curve of her pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, causing her to cry out shrilly as she was impaled deeply on his long hard spear. He could feel the raw smooth flesh of her pussy clenching and unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking tightly on the long black length of his cock. Lena's breasts were smashed against the sofa cushion, her buttocks waving wildly in the air behind her, her eyes and nostrils wild like those of a crazed animal.
Jess reached under her and lifted her bodily off the sofa as she pushed back hard against him, bracing herself still against the arm of the couch, forcing every steel-hard millimeter of his ebony shaft deeper and deeper into her womb. Karlie and Willie drew closer they were only a couple of feet away now, eyes wide with astonishment as they both watched the long, wet shaft of the black man's cock slither in and out of the naked blonde's tightly clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke until only the blood-engorged bulbous tip remained encased in the hot, moist sheath, then ramming home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-soaked pelvis ground tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks.
"Atta boy, Jess ... let her have it!" bellowed Willie, caught up in the lascivious perversity of the moment, fighting the painful swelling in his own loins as he stood, naked, by the sofa. His powerful black arm was around Karlie's waist and she, too, seemed hypnotized by the wicked thrill of watching Jess's desire-hardened cock ripple in and out of her best friend's hungry vagina.
"Fuck her good, Jess! Stick it all the way up in her hot little belly!" Karlie cried.
Lena was nearing her orgasm, and she wanted more, more! It was incredible ... she 'd never experienced anything like this in all her life! She was dazed by the flashing colors that seemed to explode across her brain, by the high-voltage shocks of electric passion that shot through her body like blasts from a shotgun. Suddenly this was the way she wanted it ... wicked and perverted, the lewder and more lurid, the better!
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it! That's it! Oh yes ... yes ... YES!! " Her shivering buttocks were gyrating wildly from side to side in uncontrollably savage passion as he rammed her ass back harder and harder against his nearly bursting, lust-inflamed cock.
"Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Jess didn't slow his powerful deep strokes even for a second; instead, he rammed each long probe to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a millimeter was left outside the naked white girl's hungrily sucking cunt. Her body arched high, her naked ass waving lewdly high in the air as she pushed up and back against her black lover, and she quivered all over as her orgasmic juices flooded his straining cock and balls, flowing wetly out of her tight little pussy-slit and down her thighs, soaking her pubic hair and oozing down onto her belly as his balls slapped hard down against her hotly pulsating clitoris.
Jess knew this was almost the end, he couldn't hold back the painful tide in his loins much longer. His fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more vicious, faster and faster ... deeper and deeper.
"Ooooh ... oooh ... oooh!" Lena punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, grinding her nakedly upturned pussy back against his black loins. Then ... with a loud, relieved grunt, the black man exploded inside the lewdly impaled cunt of the white girl, filling her insides with his hot torrents of sperm, shooting it far, far up into her desperately sucking womb. Again and again and again his long rubbery shaft emptied itself with spasmodic jerks far up into her savagely clasping and sucking passage and then, after a seeming eternity ... with a painful grunt, his flaccid penis slipped from her tightly clenching cuntal slit and she fell forward on her face, still shivering and squirming from his ravished assault on her pussy ... the only sound in the room was the gasping wheeze of the half-naked girl as she fought to regain her breath.
Lena didn't know how long she had lain there, it seemed like hours though it was only a few minutes. Drifting in the hazy, swirling atmosphere of lights and colors, sounds and voices, she tried to cry, but tears wouldn't come. Perhaps it was too late for that she told herself. She would have liked to hide from the awful truth, but it kept hounding her, nagging her with the humiliating shame of what she had done. She would have liked to pretend that it had been awful a painful, unpleasant nightmare a brutal, unfeeling attack that she couldn't have avoided ... But she knew that wasn't the truth at all she knew she'd let this man, this black stranger, drive her to do and say and feel things she never would have dreamed possible. She'd never known sex like that she'd never experienced the all-consuming joyous agonies of a real climax, she'd never known her body to leap wildly out of control, to respond of its own apparent will.
She didn't know how she would ever face her husband Al again. She was afraid of even turning her head now, of having to look that black man in the face, of having to feel that laughing stare. She knew Karlie was there, too, and she knew there was no ultimate choice but to face them all ... but for now, she wanted no more than to be left alone.
She jerked instinctively as she felt a man's strong hand suddenly grasp her buttocks. Oh no, it can't be! He doesn't want more from me ... he couldn't!
She turned her head to protest ... it was Willie, the other Negro! His eyes mirrored the lustful urge the huge man had no intentions of suppressing. His teeth gleamed through his wicked, mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he spun her over onto her back, shoving her legs back tight against her shoulders, smashing her tender breasts beneath her upturned thighs. Her ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive, was nectar to him like a dinner plate before a starving man.
"No, no ... please don't! Haven't you done enough to me? I can't stand any more ... I can't!"
But there was no stopping the hulking black man now. Without any hesitation, he probed savagely at her obscenely upturned cunt, ramming her tender vaginal slit with the blunt head of his lust-engorged cock. He found the pinkly puckered flesh of her pussy and slipped it in a couple of inches ... But suddenly ... he pulled the swollen, bulbous head from her already sperm-moistened tunnel and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back so hard that she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from the pressure of his arm against the back of her thighs.
A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along Lena's spine, the pressure of his hardened penis pressed against the tiny puckered mouth of her rectum, relaying to her marijuana-numbed brain the horrible truth of what the huge black was about to do to her. It shattered into her head like a rifle blast.
"Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" her eyes were wide and white with fear, "Karlie! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't ... AAAGGGHHHHH!"
She tried to pull away, but it was too late. like a pile-driver, the man sank his thick swollen cock stiffly into the helpless girl's rectum, splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deep in her ass-hole. She screamed loudly, again and again. It felt as if she was being split in half as he drove mercilessly into the depths of her smooth rubbery rectum. She could feel his hugely throbbing hardness burrowing far up into her intestines, spreading the delicate pink walls of her rectum wide apart as he plowed into her. Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another girl, naked as herself, and felt the girl shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her upturned ass-cheeks, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward the black man's obscenely humping pelvis.
He looked down at her with a sneering leer on his lips, beads of perspiration rolling down his dark cheeks. Her face twisted horribly with each painful jab, her teeth tightly clenched as her lips parted in a half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to stop. But it was hopeless, her feeble blows only glanced off the giant Negro's thick hide. She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he wasn't about to pull his huge rod out of her now; he was savoring every magic second of this wanton ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Lena tried to tighten the strong muscles of her rectum, hoping against hope that she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden nether orifice, but her on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the savagely raging beast the black man was feeling; as the muscular walls of her anal passage squeezed against the impaling length of his dark cock, he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched blonde housewife's cringing ass-hole. The taut bands of muscle around the normally tiny opening were stretched beyond endurance to accommodate the ravaging log-like pole of his cock, clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard thick shaft of his manhood, tightly massaging every long hard inch of its fantastic length.
Lena's nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their sweating bodies grinding together in the hot, stuffy room, the sweat of her own body running freely with the musky wetness of this man; a whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention the small of her own vaginal secretions was mingling with the tangy, male scent of the black man's wildly pistoning cock.
This incredibly lurid scene ... the overpowering numbness from the grass ... the indescribable salaciousness of being ravished like this, being used and manhandled by a complete stranger, right before the eyes of her best friend and another man, these things all coupled together, slowly bringing on a change deep in her body. Almost indiscernible at first; it was nearly impossible to feel anything except constant intense pain. But something was happening to her, something was changing...
"She's starting to dig it now, Willie boy! Let her have it good! Really throw it to her!" screamed Karlie up on the sofa on her knees now, her eyes glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether ring of Lena's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and glazed as she puffed another joint and watched this fantastic performance right in front of her face.
Lena felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her doing; her hips began to arch upward toward the giant black man. The bruised and battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming to life, rolling and squirming from side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up against his loins, impaled painfully on the long whole shaft of his black cock rammed up her quivering ass-hole. Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutally vicious attack was gradually subsiding. And in its place ... unfamiliar waves of wanton pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectum, rippling up through her belly, coming to rest in the swollen peaks of her lewdly swaying breasts, smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that seemed to be coming out of her mouth. His cock fucked easily in and out of her tight, constrictive passage now, lubricated with the oozing seminal flow from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-hard flesh.
"Oooooooooohhh ... aaaawwwwwwww! Oh God! Oh God!"
Her hands were on his mammoth black shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long wakes of red as she dug viciously into his skin. A whirling melange of thought-pictures raced across the screen of her mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a movie running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupefying powers of the marijuana she had consumed. She thought of her husband Al ... of what it would be like to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh how much she wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degradation.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations were bouncing around in her head, too. She recalled the many long empty nights with Al, those countless nights, when she'd cried herself quietly to sleep, clutching her belly to keep from screaming in anguish. Holding her belly to quench the insistent pain in her loins, the recurring, all-consuming pain that Al could have eliminated so easily ... but didn't.
Suddenly something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone, completely kicked aside by the growing, savage animal passion that had stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body.
"Oh God ... it's so good! It's so good! Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so hard!"
A long, deep moan growled from her lips, her body arched hard against his pelvis, his long thick cock rammed deep inside her ass-hole. She screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own juices flooded from her ravenously hungry pussy and drained down the narrow furrows of her buttocks, streaming in a white warm wave over the huge black shaft imbedded deep in her rectum. Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, the Negro pumped into her anew, spreading the ass-cheeks of her naked, unprotected buttocks with his fingers to allow his lust-driven cock even deeper entry to her forbidden, tightly-clasping tunnel.
He pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended, pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole open, then rammed straight down, sinking deeper and deeper until his kinky-haired pelvis smashed against her nakedly upturned buttocks. He could feel her struggling to open her legs wider, to suck his desire-hardened cudgel deeper into her belly, to swallow him up in the imense, raging inferno of her loins.
Lena was aware of nothing around her; the room could have been filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered now. Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted savage passion, simple and primitive. She imagined herself a helpless love-captive of this towering African above her, his to own and ravish, his to do anything with that he desired. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling body was attuned to his rhythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful lunge. She had become just an extension of his strong black loins, just another instrument of the burning savage lust about to explode from his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting her up painfully so that his rapid, potent thrusts were straight down into her ass-hole.
She was insane with salacious desires! She had no control at all over her body ... it was responding on its own, humping and writhing as the Negro bored mercilessly down into the tight hairless tunnel of her rectum.
And then it began to spurt ... the heated lava-like flow shooting like liquid flames deep up into her bowels, blasting up into her belly, ripping through her hungry, receptive body in never-ending spurts. Over and over again the white flow erupted from the throbbing, blood-swollen head of the huge black shaft, filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining out over the tightly-sucking muscular ring of her anus, streaming in a warm flood down both sides of her creviced bottom, trickling in twin streams down her upturned back and down over the hungry lips of her vagina, soothing the lust-inflamed passage with an oozing viscous balm.
When every precious drop had been milked from his thickly pumping penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked deep into her belly where it mingled luridly with the sperm of the other man, he gave one last gasping lunge, and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly clenching anal grip, collapsing, exhausted, on the bed beside her.
Lena knew she should feel worse than ever before in her life ... that she should be crying pitifully from this horrible, filthy act of perversion she'd been forced to endure ... that she should feel abused and humiliated, lying prostrate at this bottommost pit of wanton depravity. But she didn't...
She felt nothing except the fullness of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow of satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. She couldn't help it; she'd have been lying to pretend otherwise.
She glanced through the passion-narrowed slits of her eyes and caught a glimpse of Karlie, laughing and giggling like a teenager, pulling the other Negro down onto her squirmingly tempting nakedness, her tiny fingers gripped around the hardening shaft of his thick black cock. She closed her eyes and drifted away ... drifted, as if in space, floating languidly through the hazy shadows of the long night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Standing outside the Palms Court entrance with Karlie, that night at the lodge seemed a hundred years in the past. Al was out of town this week, off for some kind of graduate seminar in New York with the Columbia students, and she and Karlie were on their own.
She was still working for Lou, though not on quite the same uneasy footing as before. In the leather handbag that hung over her shoulder were her receipts for this past week, over three hundred dollars, and Karlie's were even more. Lena was stockpiling it away, just doling out enough to keep Al from getting suspicious. She wasn't taking any classes at school any more it was getting to be a bit risky, what with all the boys she didn't want to meet in some building corridor. But that was a small price to pay for this new life she had found for herself. It was everything she wanted all the sex she could ever hope for, and a pocketful of money for anything she wanted.
She and Karlie were making plans for a special date Lou had worked up, a fraternity party in a college town just a few hours from here. There would only be the two of them and all those stiff young cocks ... and three hundred dollars to split for just the one night!
Neither of them noticed the cute young brunette until she was right by their side. "Excuse me, do you live here?" she asked nervously, twisting a small scarf she was holding.
"Yes. You look kind of upset, is something wrong?" asked Karlie.
"Oh yes, I have to find the building manager right away."
"What's wrong? You got a flood in your bathroom?"
"No, it's a lot worse than that. You see...." she paused and looked down ashamedly. "We're way behind in our rent and I was supposed to keep the budget for my husband and me and I guess I just messed up somehow. Oh, and now it's so far behind and the manager sent me a note threatening to throw us out and ... and...." The well-stacked young girl started to cry and Lena handed her a tissue from her handbag.
"There, there, don't cry ... I'm sure Mr. Musselman can work something out. He's a very understanding man and he's usually more than willing to help people like you."
"Oh, do you think so?" asked the pretty girl excitedly, a trace of hope returning to her soft brown doe-like eyes.
"Sure, that's the truth," added Karlie. "His office is right down those stairs. Why don't you go on down now and see him. I'm sure hell work something out."
The young girl turned and hurried away, her pert little ass squirming inside her shorts as she walked. Lena looked at her girlfriend and smiled a knowing grin that said all she needed to say. She shook her head from side to side ... Man, what I'd give to be there! She's in for the time of her life and the poor little thing doesn't even know it yet! I'd give up half my earnings just to be able to start all over again!
Karlie gave her an affectionate pat on the behind and they walked away, got into the redhead's new Javelin and were gone.
Inside the Palms Court, Lou Musselman was explaining his delicate situation to the upset young brunette. "You see, Mrs. Hopper, I'm only the manager here, not the owner, and there's usually so little I can do when people get behind in their rent. However, there might be a way out for both of us...."