Loss of innocence may be a literary theme as old as the written word itself, but Valerie Benson, author of A Lesson For Linda, gives it a new twist. To be sure, Linda Beach, the heroine, is an innocent young girl sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, but unlike other classical innocents, she is not forcibly initiated into sex. She is more than ready for it, in fact, except for the restraints of her overactive conscience, which reflect her puritanical upbringing.
A secretary with a highly-rated legal firm, her first love affair occurs with the firm's junior partner, handsome thirty-four year old Lou Stevenson. It is an office romance which turns sour sour, Linda thinks, because she has not willingly submitted herself to Lou's advances, her puritanical conscience having prevented her from doing so. As a result, Lou subsequently regards her as a mere child and eventually becomes engaged to a worldly socialite more of his social caliber than his teenage secretary.
Embittered by this rejection, Linda seeks solace by signing up for a two week vacation in Paris with a local travel agency. What she doesn't know is that she has unwittingly been assigned as seat-mate to a lecherous Texas millionaire with a decided hang-up for innocent young girls. Neither does she know that the charter flight she had chosen is rather special-special in the sense that it caters exclusively to uninhibited "swinging singles" types.
The young secretary thus receives a broadening experience in a sense entirely different from what she has expected. In a matter of a mere two weeks, her personality undergoes a drastic change from sheltered virgin to sophisticated woman of the world.
It is the way in which this change takes place that makes A Lesson For Linda such interesting reading. For here we find a novel with such stunning psychological insights that it lifts everyday problems high above the level of diurnal banality into the realm of true literature. The loss of innocence is truly elevated to a lofty psychological level, and in the end the reader will sympathize with the heroine as a flesh-and-blood human being rather than as a pasteboard figure from the writer's imagination.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The moment Lou Stevenson emerged from his office, Linda Beach, his attractive redheaded secretary, could feel a deep blush coloring her face. She hated herself for acting like .such a simple teen-ager, but there was no way to disguise her feelings for the tall, athletic-looking lawyer. She turned to jelly every time he spoke to her, as he was about to do now.
"Linda, I've got a problem," Stevenson announced in his jovial way as he approached her desk.
She tried to force the crimson color from her cheeks, but it was a useless effort.
"I ... I'll see what I can do," the nineteen year old secretary could only stammer, avoiding her employer's eyes.
"It's this damn wedding invitation list. It keeps on snowballing, and I don't know half the addresses of these people that Marjorie put on here..."
Immediately her heart sank. What nerve! Giving me the guest list for his wedding, she thought bitterly to herself. Does he have to add insult to injury by getting me involved in this ... especially after what's happened between us?
"I've got the names of people in the Philadelphia area checked off in red. Do you think you could look up their addresses in the phone book? I know it's a chore, but..."
Linda found herself staring straight ahead as the young lawyer's voice seemed to drone off in the distance, but finally she snapped to her senses.
"Yes," she said. "I'll see what I can do."
"Good kid," Lou smiled, patting her condescendingly on the shoulder and placing the papers atop a neatly stocked pile by her typewriter. He then disappeared back into his office, leaving her alone with her memories-memories which were as vivid as though the event had taken place just the day before. Her mind traveled rapidly back to a night in the office two months ago...
It was six-thirty, and she had just finished typing an important brief for a tax case Lou was working on. He was pacing up and down, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened at the collar.
"Almost finished?" he said. "Just one more sentence and then we're through." Quickly, she hammered out the last line, unrolled the sheet of paper from her typewriter and handed it to him.
"Good, it looks great, Linda. If we win this case we're in for a lot of money ... How about dinner tonight? It's on the company."
He said it so offhandedly, she was flabbergasted.
"W ... why, I'd love to," she recovered herself.
"Good. I know a nice little French restaurant in Society Hill. We'll go there and have a couple of drinks afterward somewhere, okay?"
"Great," Linda agreed. "It sounds like fun." She tried to be as casual as possible, but deep inside she felt a growing excitement, butterflies churning wildly in her stomach. She had never dreamed she would be going out socially with Lou Stevenson, even if it was "on the company".
The restaurant turned out to be a small, intimate place with wood-beamed ceilings and red-checked cloths spread over the tables, and Lou handled himself so suavely that the young secretary began to think the scene was part of a movie rather than a real event. He ordered the most expensive items on the menu in French and even a bottle of five year old wine which the two of them finished before dessert was served. By the time dinner was over she felt almost giddy, but Lou seemed very understanding.
Smiling he reached across the table and placed his hand over hers.
"You know something, I like you. You're a very nice person. And I hope you like working at the office. You've been there almost a year now."
"Yes," Linda admitted. "I do enjoy working with you and Mr. Bauer very much."
"Good, I'm glad. Did you know that Mr. Bauer was one of the most famous criminal lawyers in the country at one time?"
"No, really? I had no idea!"
"Well, he was," Lou said. "He was a fine lawyer but he never made enough money for himself. I'm trying to change that now. There's not too much money in criminal law, for the simple reason that most criminals aren't very rich. If I have my way, Bauer and Stevenson will be one of the best tax law firms in the country."
The way he talked about money, Linda couldn't help but be reminded of her father. Her father, who was a foreman in an electronics plant, was constantly complaining about not having enough money, but was never doing anything about it. He seemed to have pinned all his financial hopes on his two sons and his daughter.
"Linda, you go and find yourself a rich lawyer for a husband," he would say to her over and over again. "It doesn't matter what he looks like. Even an ugly rich lawyer is better than none."
"Yes, father," she would respond automatically, realizing that the conversation had become an empty ritual. Now, though, as she listened to Lou Stevenson talking, Linda noted the difference. He had definite plans to become wealthy, and once he set his mind on it, he would get what he wanted. It was his energy and drive which made him so different from anyone else she knew, and which made her admire him so much.
"I'm boring you, aren't I?" Lou said apologetically. "After hours we should just forget about what goes on in the office."
"No, really, I'm not bored at all," she objected.
"Well that's good to hear ... Look, I have an idea, if you're up for it. What do you say we go back to my place for drinks?"
"I ... I don't know," Linda said haltingly. "I mean, I'm not sure if we should."
"Don't worry, it's all right," he reassured her. "I don't live far from here, and I'll give you a ride back. You're not engaged, are you?"
"No..., " Linda admitted, without thinking twice about the strange question, for her mind was already made up. "All right then. But just for a little while."
Lou Stevenson lived ten minutes away by cab in what must have been one of the most expensive apartment buildings in downtown Philadelphia. A thirty-story structure located on one bank of the Schuylkill River, it overlooked the famous Art Museum and the old wooden cottages along boathouse row. As they entered the building, a uniformed doorman greeted Lou by name and showed them to the elevator, which quickly whisked them up to Lou's apartment. What a beautiful view, Linda thought to herself as she entered and strolled across the living room to a large picture window.
It was ten o'clock and the whole city stretched below her, illuminated by a string of lights like a carnival or circus of some sort. How wonderful it would be to live in a place like this, she thought to herself ... so high above everything else that you could just look down on it as though it were a painting, as though you were on top of the world.
"Come on, sit down," she could hear him calling her. "I made us some drinks."
Turning away from the window, she saw that he had already settled himself comfortably on a thickly-padded white leather couch. He'd discarded his suit coat and pulled his tie down slightly so that he now looked the way she had seen him in the office when he was hard at work. Two drinks were waiting on the coffee table in front of the couch, and as she went to join him, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes and let her feet sink into the plush wall-to-wall carpeting.
"You like it?" Lou inquired. "The apartment, I mean?"
"It's beautiful," she said, surveying the spacious living room reverently. Never before had she found herself in such magnificent surroundings, such opulent luxury. And here he was worried about making more money, she mused to herself.
"Sit down," Lou said.
Automatically Linda obeyed and took her drink from the coffee table, leisurely settling back in the soft white cushions. As she raised the glass to her lips, soft soothing Mantovani music floated outward from the stereo set across the room, filling the apartment with its relaxing strains. She found herself so much at ease now that she did not even object as her boss slipped his arm around her shoulders.
What a way to live, Linda thought to herself ... not in some tiny suburban house with your parents and brothers and sisters, but here in a luxurious apartment with wall-to-wall carpeting, an expensive stereo set and a view of the city beneath you ... yours whenever you wanted it.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, Lou's fingers gently pressed against her arm and drew her toward him. Without even thinking about it, she let her head relax against his chest and felt the fingers of his other hand begin coursing lightly through her hair. It was all so unreal ... so beautiful, so calm!
By now though, she had taken two hearty swallows from her glass, but she did not feel really drunk even on top of all that wine during the meal. She certainly wasn't used to drinking this much alcohol, but then this was no ordinary date. Lou Stevenson was nothing like the immature young boys she usually went out with, she began thinking to herself. They were so crude and gruff, and really had nothing to offer. But Lou was a successful thirty-four year old lawyer, intelligent and educated, already a full partner in a firm, and what's more, he was her boss. Could all this really be happening now, she wondered?
As a dream-like fog enveloped her mind she felt Lou's hand gliding down from her shoulder behind her back, turning her gently toward him. Her lips were only inches away from his now, and suddenly he pressed her body tightly against his, his lips locking wetly over hers, his tongue sliding teasingly between her teeth. It was more than she expected.
"No, don't," she breathed suddenly, breaking away as though she had been rudely jolted awake.
"Relax ... it's all right," he reassured her, looking deeply into her eyes with a gaze that seared right through her soul and set devils dancing in the pit of her stomach.-
Linda for the first time found herself trembling at the thought of being alone with him in his apartment, though a moment ago she'd been perfectly relaxed. How could she dare even dream of something like this ... being kissed by her handsome boss? And yet it was true, every second of it was true. He was kissing her, but why had she resisted him instinctively, when there was nothing in the world she wanted more desperately than what was happening now?
As pangs of tortured indecision raced through her mind, she could feel his hand moving up over her skirt and under the edge of her tight-fitting sweater, his fingertips brushing against the naked flesh of her exposed belly. A slight chill ran up her spine, but she forced herself not to resist.
"Kiss me," he breathed suddenly.
God, it can't be true, she thought, and yet one part of her mind told her it was all wrong, that nothing would come of this budding office romance. Still, her body was alive with a burgeoning passion she had never experienced before. Suddenly, she curled her hands around his neck and pressed her lips hotly against his, feeling his tongue snake deep inside her mouth again.
Instinctively she could sense that Lou was just as excited as she. She could feel a hard bulge rising inside his pants as he drew her legs against his. God, it had taken her by surprise, so that she hardly knew what was happening. And now his left hand was working its way slowly up beneath her sweater until his fingertips reached the lacy lower edge of her brassiere and began caressing it lightly. She could feel her breasts rising and falling with excitement, her swollen nipples aching as they yearned to burst through the silken confines of her brassiere.
But a sudden surge of panic rose within her body as she realized they were going too far too fast. How could she let him do this to her, even if she did admire him. He was inside her sweater already, and this was only their first date. She'd been here hardly ten minutes.
"P ... please," she stammered, pushing his shoulders back. "We can't do this ... not now ... I mean we hardly know each other ... I..."
He smiled at her condescendingly, as though she were a young child and reached for his drink on the coffee table. Linda tugged the hem of her skirt back down over her thighs and moved self-consciously away from him.
"Now, really, Linda, I'm surprised at you," the young lawyer chuckled. "You've been in the office almost a year. How can you say you don't know me?"
Was there any use trying to explain? Her mind was so confused right now, she wasn't even sure she understood what she meant. Oh God, he obviously lived in a different world, and he would never understand the way she thought, the way she'd been brought up. If only her parents hadn't been so old fashioned, hadn't scared her to death about sex from the day she was thirteen, then maybe things would be different. Maybe she could let herself go once in a while ... God, how wonderful it would be just to throw herself in bed with the man she'd been coveting for a year without feeling guilty about it. But no, that could never happen. Little voices from the past kept talking to her, giving her warnings. No, Linda, they said. You can't do this, it's not right. You must wait until you're married. Lou Stevenson won't love you if you give in now. He won't ever respect you.
But how could she ever find a husband if she wasn't free enough to make love with the right man? She wanted to scream back at those little voices, to tell them they were all wrong. It was impossible, though, for her conscience had a grip so tight on her she thought she'd never be able to break away.
She comforted herself with a long deep sip of her half-finished drink, which was powerful enough to burn all the way down as she swallowed it, making her cough.
"Yes, a little bit. I'm not used to drinking."
"I'll make the next one weaker ... You're really not used to a lot of things, are you?"
She glanced at him and could see his eyes fixed on her as though he were interrogating a witness. Embarrassed, she turned away, knowing full well what he meant.
"Look, it's all right," Lou said, downing his drink. "I just thought that maybe..."
Maybe what? Linda wondered. Did he just want to go to bed with her, or did he feel something else ... something too strong to put into words? Did he maybe love her? True, she was only nineteen years old, going on twenty, and Lou was already thirty-four, an established young lawyer who mingled in the best social circles of the city, but she'd heard and read enough about the most unlikely office romances blossoming into marriage...
As she pondered these thoughts Lou rose from his seat on the couch and sauntered over to the stereo set to change the records.
"Ready for another?" he smiled.
She was determined not to act like a child, and against her better instincts she offered her glass up.
"Yes, but make it a little weaker this time ... please."
When he returned from the bar, his secretary was half-lying on the white leather couch with her head tilted back, gazing wistfully up at the ceiling, the long luxurious tresses of her dark red hair tumbling carelessly over the back cushion.
He couldn't help noticing what a sexy young thing she was in spite of her obvious inexperience. The tight green turtleneck sweater that molded to her like a second skin only accentuated her ripely uplifted breasts and presented a tempting picture. The short plaid kilt she was wearing revealed just enough of her cream-white thighs to give him a glimpse of her frilly garter strap and set his cock jumping anew in his pants. She was a tantalizing sight, all right, and though she certainly wasn't the type of girl he was used to bringing back to his apartment, he could feel himself getting more and more excited. Was it her long sexy legs? The red hair? The luscious young tits? Sure it was all of that, but most of all it was her very innocence that attracted him ... her corruptibility. He stirred her drink with a swizzle stick and handed it to her.
"It's been a wonderful evening," she sighed. "Well, it's not over yet. It's still early," he chuckled.
She lifted her head up off the back of the couch and smiled at him, taking a slow sip of her drink. This time she felt a distinct, though not unpleasant, spinning sensation.
It wasn't long before Lou took up where he had left off, curling his arm around her waist and again drawing her toward him on the couch. Fighting off the pangs of her conscience, Linda kissed him hungrily now, her tongue gliding adventurously into the depths of his mouth as she caressed his cheek with her fingertips. Once again she could feel his hand slipping up inside her sweater, but this time it wasn't a slow, hesitant motion. She could feel him suddenly cupping her brassiere-clad breast, squeezing it with a passion that sent spasms of delight charging through her aroused body. His other hand wormed slowly down between her buttocks and the couch, his fingertips curling the hem of her skirt up over the backs of her thighs, brushing maddeningly against her nylon-stockinged flesh. She squirmed, not knowing whether to resist him yet. God, if she could only muster the courage to go all the way!
His tongue worked wetly inside her mouth like a living thing as the fingers of his left hand drew the cup of her brassiere gently down until her nipple sprang free under her sweater above the lace-lined upper edge. It felt stiff and pointed, and she could feel it tingling as he began massaging it with the very tip of his index finger. Her entire body trembled with tense excitement.
Abruptly he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and began planting hot wet kisses along the length of her neck. His hand worked further up inside her sweater now, sliding one flimsy brassiere strap down off her shoulder.
"Don't ... not so fast!" Linda gasped, a twinge of panic returning, but he ignored her in his determination to conquer her body. With sudden force he hooked his fingers into the cup of her brassiere and rudely jerked it down, springing her stiff-nippled breast free and then grasping it harshly in his hand.
Even before she could protest his fingers were working at it expertly, kneading and squeezing the soft resilient flesh until murmurs of confused passion escaped from her parted lips.
Linda had never experienced anything like this before in her life, and her whole body threatened to spin out of control. Oh God, squeeze my nipple, she wanted to cry out. Squeeze it and suck it until I can't stand it anymore. The inexperienced young secretary knew she was on the verge of abandoning herself to the overwhelming passions that cried out inside her, but in spite of the risk, she locked her lips tightly against her handsome employer's and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth.
Involuntarily, as though it were guided by some unseen mechanism, her hand glided up along his pant leg until her fingertips suddenly touched against the obscene bulge of his rock-hard penis. It jumped in response and a tiny gasp escaped from her throat. Quickly she withdrew her fingers, as though she had trod accidentally on forbidden territory, and the voices of her conscience screamed inside her mind again. Her body suddenly stiffened. It all felt so good, so wonderful, and yet she knew it was wrong to let herself get carried away like this.
"Hey, relax," Lou whispered to her. "You're tight as a drum."
Relax, relax, her mind kept repeating the word over and over again until her head began to spin, until she began to feel herself descending into a kind of hypnotic trance. Why couldn't she just surrender to him? She had been in love with him from afar for months, and now when the opportunity for the real thing had arrived she was about to let it slip through her grasp. God, she wanted him more than anyone else in the world. But how far could she let herself go? Why did her conscience have to be working overtime tonight? She forced herself to relax now, molding her body against his, parting her lips as his tongue again stabbed deep inside her mouth. At the same time, his hand moved down from her now-naked breast, his fingertips rippling over the trembling flesh of her belly, down over her skirt to the hem. As she squirmed her buttocks hard against the couch cushion in a futile attempt to still the insane tickle up between her thighs, his two hands began working her skirt slowly upward until she could feel his fingertips against the smooth silk expanse above, her panty leg band. His hands worked together, one doubling over her skirt until it was bunched along her panty-covered loins, and the other brushing smoothly against the fleshy insides of her thighs. Instinctively the panicked secretary locked her legs tightly together.
"No," she breathed, her hand on his cheek to hold him at bay. "Not there ... I can't."
"You have to sometime."
"I can't, not now. It's too soon ... I ... I've never done it before."
"Then let me take your sweater off," her boss said point-blank.
Linda didn't answer, her head spinning as she realized she was coming closer and closer to the point of no return. Her heart pounded crazily in her chest as he slid his hands out from under her skirt and began gently rolling her sweater up over her midriff. As it rose above her breasts, she could feel a cool rush of air caressing the one naked mound of flesh from. which he had already stripped away the lacy protection of her brassiere cup.
There was a moment's hesitation before the hopelessly aroused redhead found herself completing the job that Lou Stevenson had begun, pulling her sweater up over her outstretched arms and dropping it carelessly on the floor behind the couch. He drew her forward into his arms, then, and reached around behind her back to undo the snaps of her brassiere. Carefully the straps were lowered down her unresisting arms, and the flimsy piece of nylon and lace tossed to the other end of the couch.
For the first time, Linda felt an almost total freedom, naked from the waist up in front of the man she had been secretly in love with for so long. He gazed at her, his deep dark eyes penetrating hers, and then he firmly gripped her shoulders and slid her down flat on the cushions. Her virginal body quivered with unsuppressed desire as he lingered for a seeming eternity before reaching forward and placing his palms against the undersides of her smooth white breasts. He bent slowly toward her, lowering himself inch by inch until she finally realized what he was going to do.
Oh God, he's going to suck my breasts ... suck them until he drives me so crazy I won't know what to do!
Suddenly Lou's lips fastened around her naked nipple, his tongue darting out and laving it with a hot hungry wetness. Her entire breast seemed to swell larger and larger in lewd response to his touch, and her chest heaved with the force of her passion. Linda wriggled and squirmed from this unexpected sensation, but it only seemed to excite him even more. He was stretched out on the couch beside her now, and his hand worked with lust-crazed intent at the soft silk covering of her panties. Hot with desire, he began to caress and massage the nubile mound of her pussy, at the same time sucking rhythmically on her exposed nipple, his swirling tongue sending ripples of unbearable excitement through her half-naked young body.
Tingling sensations of aching desire spread through her from head to toe, and she felt as though she were on the verge of going insane. It was wrong, all wrong, she knew it was, but she could no longer control herself. Up between her legs she felt his fingertips running along the frilly material of her panties, brushing the soft tendrils of pubic hair that curled out from under the tight elastic leg band. Tiny droplets of moisture began seeping from the depths of her passion-drenched vagina, the silken crotch band of her panties trapping them like dewdrops on a spider's web.
And then she felt a sudden rush of air below and a tremulous pulsation of savage excitement. She realized with horror that he had just pulled her panty leg band aside.
God, she hadn't meant to let things get this far out of hand. She would never be able to stop him now. She would never be able to stop herself.
"No, Lou, please don't," she begged her boss, trying desperately to break away, her head spinning and her heart pounding like a tom-tom.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered back. "Don't you trust me?"
"I can't let you. I'm ... I'm still a virgin."
"I'll do it easy, nice and easy."
"Oh God, Lou," she sobbed, curling her hands into his hair, and burying his head against her breasts. She knew that in spite of her fear, she would have to give in now ... but not all the way. She would let him put his finger deep, deep inside her yearning cunt to end the unbearable longing there once and for all. But nothing more ... she wasn't ready for that yet.
"Finger me!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Yes, yes! But please do it slowly."
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and felt his hand spreading out over the pulsating triangle of her vagina, his fingers inserting into the elastic waistband of her panties and drawing the silk down over her hips until the tight little hair-covered mound was completely exposed. He left the panties stretched there just below her quivering pussy, a bridge of silk between her white lace garters, a lewd white frame for her russet pubic "vee". Then his fingers glided gently up over her soft reddish pussy curls as uncontrollable moans of pleasure tumbled from her lips. Now with his right hand, he began massaging her breast, trapping the tiny nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive flesh into a hard rubbery point, as his left hand continued to trace tantalizing circles up between her nylon-sheathed legs.
"Oh yesssss, hurry!" she whispered desperately, feeling the pressure building up inside her loins. She squirmed on the couch and spread her legs wide apart, stretching the band of her panties taut between her thighs. Then she could feel his middle finger slipping ever so slowly up into the tight tiny mouth of her desire-moistened vagina. It rested a moment between her warm wet pussy-lips as her body trembled with a traitorous need, and then moved forward again.
"Now," she urged, "Now before I change my mind."
In response, his middle finger pulled back and began teasing in between her passion-swollen cuntal lips, gradually coaxing them wider and spreading the fires of lust throughout her loins. He searched out the small pink bud of her clitoris, sending electric chills racing up and down her spine and making her body squirm beneath him, her buttocks churning rhythmically against the couch cushions below.
"Are you ready now?" he breathed hotly, his finger poised to penetrate into the depths of her untouched vagina.
"Yes," she answered. "Now!" She gritted her teeth in expectation of the pain of losing her maidenhead, but when it came it was not as bad as she had anticipated.
His finger eased its way slowly up into the hot tight chamber of her virginal cunt, hesitated a moment and then thrust forward. Linda gasped as the lewdly searching digit sank all the way up between her legs to the hilt, and her belly gave an involuntary spasm of hungry desire. Her head reeled with the lewd sensation of his finger thrust deep and wiggling around in the sensitive flesh of her vagina, and she ground her buttocks down toward his hand in obscene encouragement.
She had done it now! Her hymen was broken, and at long last she was no longer a virgin! Her head rolled from side to side on the couch, gasps of joy bursting from her throat as he suddenly crushed his lips down on hers, spearing his tongue wetly into the velvety depths of her mouth.
His finger began to work rhythmically in and out of her cunt, the tiny little lips spasmically clasping and unclasping around it. Groans of lascivious abandon tumbled from her lips as she sucked on his tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as though she wished it were a rigidly throbbing penis. Her whole body was driving itself madly to achieve the bliss of total orgasm. Her hips churned as her trembling thighs quivered and jerked around the finger skewering her helplessly contracting pussy.
God, it was impossible to stop now! Sparks were exploding inside her body, sweeping up through her naked belly as she reached down and yanked her panties the rest of the way off. Then she splayed her legs wide, draping one over the back of the couch and the other over his hips.
The young lawyer's heart beat crazily as he sucked in heavy gasping breaths. He only wished it were his cock inside this ripe young virgin and not just his middle finger. But he knew she would never let him go that far. Still, he needed to do something else. He could feel her tight virginal cunt expanding with every thrust that he drove into it, and now he also slipped his index finger into the hot sucking warmths of her loins in the desperate hope that the additional hardness would excite her beyond the point of no return.
A high gasping cry issued from her throat as his two fingers stretched her inexperienced pussy wider and wider apart. Her shamelessly aroused body squirmed and churned in lewd abandon until suddenly she felt a crazy sensation that she had never experienced before in her life. Her whole body seemed to quiver, and hot and cold chills rippled up and down her spine. She groaned and hissed, her arms in a stranglehold around his neck, her head tossing from side to side as she sucked wildly on his tongue deep in her mouth. She could feel the sparks of desire suddenly build into a raging fire that threatened to consume her entire body.
Warm cream-like moisture began to flow from the depths of her lewdly impaled vagina as his fingers probed hungrily up inside. Her legs jerked and trembled, her belly quivered, and she gasped and moaned like a piteous animal.
"Oh God! Oh God! she chanted insanely, her eyes wide open, her whole body writhing with spasms of lust. She was going to cum with a man for the first time in her life. Wildly, she clutched at Lou's temples, pulling at his hair as she arched her back and undulated her buttocks rhythmically back and forth.
With a smile that said his secretary was reacting just as he wanted her to, Lou shoved his fingers even deeper into the hotly sucking depths of her vagina. Her yearning cunt lips clasped tightly around them, and suddenly he felt her pussy twitching out of control. Her body pulsated in mad contractions as the fiery liquid of her passion suddenly burst forth like a raging river breaking through a dam. Lewd gasping moans broke from her lust-contorted lips as her juices gushed out hotly around his fingers still sawing in and out of her convulsing pussy. Down between her wildly grinding ass-cheeks it flowed, glistening on her stocking-sheathed thighs and wetting the couch cushion beneath. Her whole body twitched and thrashed, purging itself of her long-held virginity, and finally she collapsed with a deep otherworldly groan.
The strenuous effort of achieving her first real orgasm had depleted Linda's physical energy, and she lay motionless on the couch as Lou pulled his fingers out of her cunt and, without saying a word to his gasping secretary, got up to go fix himself a third drink. When she opened her eyes again, the feelings of guilt that she had so recently overcome returned to her with a vengeance, and she hurriedly slipped into her brassiere and sweater and smoothed her skirt back down over her secretion-smeared thighs. Her moisture-soaked panties she retrieved from the floor where they had fallen in her desire-driven haste to remove them.
"Here, have another drink," Lou said amiably, returning to the couch, his hair disheveled and his face flushed.
"No," she snapped at him. "I've had too much already." She avoided his eyes, overcome with shame. "I'd better get going now," she said.
"Okay, relax," Lou chuckled. "It's still early. I have time to finish my drink, don't I?"
"It would be better if you just called me a cab." The pleasant smile on his face faded, and he looked almost hurt.
"Sure, I'll call a cab," he said finally. And with that he headed over toward the telephone on the bar.
Linda remembered wanting to cry then. She had gone too far, and yet not far enough. Here she was nineteen years old and acting like a baby. After all, he hadn't raped her. She had asked for everything that he'd given her, and she was desperately in love with him. But her conscience had ruined her. The expression on his face had told her everything, told her that she was too young and immature for him. God, she had really ruined everything.
The cab arrived in fifteen minutes, and the doorman buzzed the apartment. Linda threw her coat over her shoulders and paused at the doorway as Lou showed her out.
"Please, don't walk me downstairs," she said. "I'll go by myself." She turned quickly away, but hesitated in the hallway and turned toward him. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly and then hurried toward the elevator.
The memory of that entire night flashed through Linda's mind in less than five minutes, and now she found herself back in the office facing her typewriter. Mr. Bauer and Lou were both still in their offices, and she took advantage of the opportunity to sneak a quick bitter glance at the list of wedding guests her boss had handed her. As she gazed down the handwritten columns she sighted a number of names she had read about in newspapers prominent businessmen, lawyers and even some politicians. She checked over the list twice, but could find her own name nowhere.
God, how she hated Lou Stevenson! He could at least have invited her to his wedding and given" her the pleasure of refusing to attend, but now, he hadn't even put himself out that much.
She should have known she was just a one-night stand to him, but then, what if she hadn't acted the way she did that night like a scared little girl? What if she had merely taken things in stride the way a mature sophisticated woman would do? Perhaps then things would have been different. Perhaps she would be the one who was getting married to Lou Stevenson, and not some rich snooty socialite named Marjorie Livingston.
Linda felt so depressed now she could barely concentrate. God, how desperately she wanted to get out of this office, to get some fresh air. In a matter of minutes she had made up her mind. She was getting just a little sick and tired of playing the conscientious secretary. Today it was going to be different. Today she was going to take off half an hour early for lunch and maybe just browse around in the stores downtown for awhile. Who knows? She might find something interesting to get her mind off her employer's upcoming marriage.
CHAPTER TWO
Roscoe Beam, prosperous owner of Beam's Travel Agency in downtown Philadelphia, had two ways of talking on the phone. Either he growled or he purred. Now he was purring, purring because the speaker on the other end of the line was Tex Barnes from Houston, one of his wealthiest clients.
Tanya Foxcroft, Beam's worldly-wise, twenty-five year old assistant, clapped her hand against her pretty mouth to keep from laughing. Roscoe was such a hypocrite he was actually enjoyable, she thought to herself.
"Tex, baby," she could hear him cooing like a dove, "we got something this year I know you can't resist. It's our Dawn Patrol, only this year it's two weeks in Paris ... And I can't begin to describe the passenger list..."
Tanya heard a grumbling noise coming from the other end of the line and nearly guffawed out loud as Roscoe held the receiver away from his ear.
"Tex, I can't believe it," her boss cut back in.
"I can't believe you won't settle for anything less than a lovely young virgin."
Another noise rumbled from the other end, and this time it sounded like a turkey gobbling. Roscoe, who had been frowning for the past ten minutes, suddenly broke out into a smile. Obviously, Tanya thought, he had just come up with a clever idea and she was right.
"Tex, you know why I can't believe it?" Roscoe said, waiting for an appropriate silence. "The reason I can't believe it is because we just happen to have exactly what you want. A young girl came in the other day and signed up for the flight out of the blue. Said she'd heard about it from a friend of hers ... How do I know she's a virgin? For Pete's sake, Tex ... I could smell it. This girl looked like she just came out of a convent."
Roscoe beamed again and Tanya from her desk could hear Tex Barnes's voice die down. Obviously, her boss's ploy had worked. Barnes, who had been threatening to cancel his seat on the special "Dawn Patrol" charter flight had just been brought back into the fold.
"Okay, Tex," Roscoe concluded jovially. "We'll see you up here at the office next week then."
Joyfully, he hung up the receiver, tilted back in his swivel chair and crossed his feet on his desk.
"I'm magnificent," he crowed.
"Why is that?" Tanya teased, biting into the pear she'd brought for lunch.
"I'll tell you why exactly. I just kept Tex Barnes as a member of our Dawn Patrol Charter Group, that's why."
"Yes," Tanya said sarcastically, "by promising him that he'd be surrounded by innocent young virgins."
From experience Tanya knew that even a clever fellow like Roscoe could never come through on a promise like that. Sure, on any other charter flight to Europe there would be a virgin or two plus a grab-bag assortment of old ladies and vacationing young couples. But not on a Roscoe Beam special, for Roscoe had made himself a fortune in the travel business by promoting package tours for people commonly known as "swinging singles" though more often than not, half of them weren't single. His "Dawn Patrol" group, in operation for four years now, had become a regular country club, attracting the same handsomely jaded types year after year fashion models lusting after rich husbands, flashy salesmen on the make for loose divorcees, and the unique Tex Barnes, this year in search of a virgin probably because he had already tried every other type of female. Tanya, who often participated in these adventures as tour guide and group leader for a handsome fee, liked to refer to them as the "Gold Digger Group," and she was wondering just how her clever old boss was going to come up with a lush young virgin for the Texan.
"I think you got yourself in too deep this time, Roscoe," she remarked.
"You may be right," her boss admitted sportingly. "I haven't seen a real live virgin on one of the Dawn Patrol Groups yet."
"Perhaps you could find a sweet young thing walking along the street and offer her a cut-rate price."
"Nor a bad idea," Roscoe said, tapping a pencil against his teeth. "Except I have a better idea."
"Oh?" Tanya said cautiously, raising her eyebrows, but by this time Roscoe's cunning smile played across his face and he was sauntering toward her desk.
"Oh no you don't," Tanya protested as he spun her chair around, but her boss was not easily deterred. He bent low, grabbed hold of her shapely ankle and raised her voluptuously curved leg up high toward him, tilting her back in the chair.
"A nice body you have, my dear. In fact, that's why I hired you in the first place."
"No Roscoe, I absolutely refuse. "
Roscoe ran his hand up along her stocking, caressing the smooth silk flesh of her thigh, all the while his cunning, slightly lascivious grin growing wider and wider. , "I think you'd make a wonderful young virgin my dear ... of course, it would take a lot of acting."
"Oh no!" Tanya repeated. "I'll do anything else, but I'm not playing a sweet little virgin."
Roscoe Beam was not about to give up that easily, however. He ran his hand farther up her leg until it was beneath the hem of her skirt. His fingers played teasingly with the black strap of her garter, but Tanya, glancing at the front window, abruptly pushed him away.
"We have a customer, Roscoe dear," she cautioned him, suddenly scooping up the dark-framed business glasses on her desk.
The customer, a sensitive-looking young girl who was peering dreamily at the exotic travel posters in the window, hadn't noticed a thing inside the office, fortunately for Roscoe Beam. Her mind, in fact, was miles and miles away sunning herself on a beach in Hawaii, climbing the stairway of an old castle in Germany, doing a thousand and one things she knew were impossible to do on her salary. Or were they?
Impulsively. Linda Beach, who had spent most of her lunch hour browsing in shop windows, decided to investigate. The people inside looked pleasant enough not to mind if she just asked them a few silly questions. And there was plenty of time before she had to go back to work. Forcefully, before she had time to change her mind, Linda pushed the door open and strode into the travel agency.
"I ... I was wondering if you could give me some information. I hope I didn't interrupt your lunch," she then found herself saying shyly.
"No, of course not," Tanya Foxcroft laughed. "Have a seat please."
Linda glanced up at the handsome gray-haired man standing beside the girl and finally sat down on the very edge of a chair on the other side of the desk.
"I'd like to take a trip somewhere," she blurted out self-consciously. "But I'm really not sure where I want to go."
"Well, that's exactly what we're here for to help you choose the right vacation place," Tanya reassured her without daring to glance over at Roscoe. She knew if she did she would burst out laughing. Roscoe, you lucky bastard, she thought to herself. The answer to your problem just walked through the door.
Linda fidgeted in her seat and glanced down at her hands, which were neatly folded in her lap.
"The problem is," she said, "I'd like to go somewhere far away for a real vacation. Something kind of exotic. I hope you don't think I'm crazy for being so vague."
"No, of course not, my dear. Did you have anything at all in mind ... the Bahamas, the Orient, Europe, Africa...? " Tanya held back another smile. This was a virgin all right, almost too good to be true, but what a risk. The "Dawn Patrol" people might frighten her to death, and it could even be dangerous to expose her to some of the things that went on during the flignt. Roscoe, though, was obviously plagued by no such doubts.
"I'm surprised at you, Tanya," he admonished his assistant. "You haven't told the young lady right away about our special Dawn Patrol group."
"Oh, of course, Mr. Beam," Tanya faked an apology, although she cringed inwardly. Roscoe was really taking a chance this time.
Frowning at her as if she were a naughty child, Roscoe moved around to the front of the desk and seated himself on the edge, bending forward in a friendly way to address the young secretary.
"Let me tell you briefly what the Dawn Patrol tour is all about," he began. "It's a two-week tour of Paris focusing on some of the world's most famous nightclubs the Folies Bergere, the Moulin Rouge, places you've probably read about and didn't really believe actually existed."
"Oh, but I'm afraid Europe would be out of the question," Linda objected. "I just don't have that kind of money."
"Well now," Roscoe smiled. "It's much less expensive than you think, and as a matter-of-fact, I'm prepared to make you a special offer. What would you say to $350 round trip with everything included?"
Linda's eyes widened, and she gasped in surprise. The price was so low it didn't sound possible. In fact, it sounded a bit too good to be true. The travel agent, sensing her suspicions, began explaining things to her.
"Don't get me wrong," he said. "This is nothing personal. It's just that I'm in the business of filling airplanes, and the Dawn Patrol still has a number of empty seats. It just happened that you walked in here at the right time."
"I ... I can hardly believe it," Linda stammered.
"Well perhaps the young lady wouldn't be interested in a night-life tour," Tanya suggested with a purpose. It was a suggestion calculated to make Linda bristle, and it achieved its goal.
Here she was being treated like a child again, just the way Lou Stevenson treated her, she thought to herself. Why did everyone think she was so innocent, so naive she was getting sick of it. It was time she stood up for her rights instead of always backing down.
"As a matter-of-fact," she replied firmly. "Your tour does sound very interesting."
"It's an offer you can hardly refuse," Roscoe grinned.
"In that case, I'll accept it then," she decided on the spur of the moment.
"A wise decision," the travel director complimented her. "Now if you'll just come over to my desk, we'll work out the details..."
"Well, Roscoe I must admit that either you're a genius or you're tremendously lucky," Tanya said with grudging admiration ten minutes later when the young secretary had traipsed buoyantly out of the office.
"Just instinct," Roscoe purred. "I had a feeling an innocent somebody like her would walk in today."
"She certainly doesn't know what she's getting herself in for. What if she complains later ... I mean, to the police."
"Baloney," Beam scoffed. "I'm giving her a trip to Europe for $350, and she's gonna complain?"
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning, Linda headed immediately into the office of the senior partner, Lloyd Bauer, to ask permission for an early vacation.
"Well, I certainly don't see why not," the kindly gray-haired gentleman said after only a moment's hesitation.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Bauer. You don't know how much I appreciate it."
Smiling, Linda turned to leave, but the older lawyer called to her just before she reached the door.
"You seem to be making a very sudden decision," he remarked casually.
"Yes, it is, I guess," she admitted, "but it's just that I found a special guided tour of Europe for a very reasonable price, and the departure date is in three weeks. So, of course, I wanted to take advantage of it."
"Of course," Lloyd Bauer said, "Everyone should have a chance to go to Europe at least once. I've been there many times myself."
A reflective expression came over the old man's face as images of his past years flashed through his mind, and he settled back comfortably in his chair.
"Yes," he reminisced. "Travel is a wonderful experience. You can see and do all the things you only dreamed about before. Travel is quite liberating too, you know."
Linda smiled back at the aging lawyer who she felt almost as close to as her own father, and for the first time, she could feel pangs of excitement as she anticipated embarking on this adventure all on her own. Of course, she hadn't told her parents yet, but she was almost twenty now, and if they objected, well, it was just too bad. She would go anyway. She had to get away from here before the idea of Lou Stevenson's marriage drove her crazy.
"Perhaps you could give me some travel tips, Mr. Bauer," she ventured.
"I'd be glad to, Linda. Whenever you're free, you just stop in here, and I'll bore you with my old stories."
"I'd love that. I'm really excited about going," she said at the door to his office. She gave him a cheerful smile and headed back to her desk, warmed by the pleasant feelings he had inspired. Of course, there was a comfortable barrier of age between them, a barrier that didn't exist between Lou Stevenson and her.
Lou seemed so insensitive to her feelings, so completely unaware of how deeply attracted she was to him ... and now, just as she seated herself, the object of her thoughts entered the office.
"Well," her young boss announced happily, even before he had shut the door, "only a month and a half left."
A month and a half to what? she wanted to say sarcastically, but instead she bit her tongue. Lou, though, didn't seem to notice the irritated expression on her face as he ambled up to her desk.
"Did you check any of those addresses yet, Linda? The ones on the guest list?"
"Not yet," she replied coldly, trying to ignore him. "I'll do it as soon as I get a chance."
"Okay, thanks," he said and headed briskly into his office. His mind cluttered with details about the upcoming wedding and the tax case he was working on, he had all but forgotten about the evening he'd spent in his apartment with his pretty, red-haired secretary. That was months ago, even before his engagement to Marjorie Livingston, and Linda had faded in his mind like a dim mist. The only thing he wanted from her now was for her to get working on that wedding list. Those invitations absolutely had to be mailed before the end of the week.
It came as a surprise then, an hour later, when he learned of his secretary's plans to leave on vacation within three weeks.
"Well, what do you think of that?" Lou exclaimed to Lloyd Bauer. "She didn't even mention a word about it, and I was counting on her to take some of the burden off Marjorie."
* * *
For Linda, the next several weeks were filled with the hustle and bustle of errands and preparation passport photographs, vaccination, buying clothes and luggage. She had held back the announcement of her trip to her parents for a week, and when she finally mustered the courage, all hell broke loose. It took two solid evenings of argument before she could win them over to her side. After all, she reasoned, she would be perfectly safe traveling with a large group of Americans. Her hotel reservations, her meals, everything, was taken care of and arranged in advance. Besides, she'd gotten such a wonderful bargain price, how could she refuse to go?
The thought of an adventure in Europe even took the sting out of the fact that the man she loved was going to marry someone else. For the first time she labored as diligently on all the little wedding-related tasks he gave her as she did on her regular work. The time just seemed to fly by, and when the big Friday of her departure rolled around, the excited nineteen year old could hardly believe she was about to take her first trip abroad. As it turned out, her father had to work that night, and her mother, who had never learned to drive, was equally unable to see her off.
Just as well, Linda thought to herself as she hopped into a taxi. She didn't want to admit to her parents that she was nervous about flying ... so nervous that she had secretly visited a doctor who prescribed a powerful tranquilizer for her.
"Now, remember, just one of these an hour before flight time," he had cautioned her, and now, as she stepped out of the cab at the airport, she checked her watch. An hour and a half to go ... Europe! God! It was all too incredible to be true!
Following instructions, she downed the pill at exactly the prescribed time in the airport ladies' room and then proceeded to the flight gate, where a large sign reading "Dawn Patrol Tours" greeted her.
Behind the sign the waiting lounge was bustling with people busily chatting away in small groups ... people she didn't know at all. Her feelings were difficult to describe on the one hand, a slight wooziness from the tranquilizer taking effect, and on the other, a light nervous sweat breaking out on her palms. Timidly, she entered the waiting area with her hand luggage and took an empty seat by the large plate-glass window that looked out over the runway, her eyes darting about with the curiosity of a small child.
The first thing that struck her was the way all the women seemed so daringly and expensively dressed. Some were even wearing fur wraps, though it was spring and already warm, and many of them were sheathed in tight-fitting low-cut dresses that exposed a startling eyeful of their shapely bosoms. They looked so sophisticated, so sexy, that Linda was beginning to feel like an inexperienced teenager again.
Not far away stood an attractive dark-haired woman who must have been nearly six feet tall, with the deep tan and finely sculpted features of a high fashion model. The woman, who was wearing modishly round sunglasses and staring out at the runway with a bored expression on her face, now turned back in the direction of the lounge, and as she did so, Linda was surprised to see that the elegant silver blouse she was wearing opened down in front almost to her navel. The voluptuous cleavage of her braless breasts was plainly visible, and leading down from it was a shocking triangular sliver of naked flesh. For a moment Linda suspected the powerful tranquilizer she'd taken might be causing hallucinations, for how could anyone dress so daringly in public?
But the dark-haired woman wasn't the only one, for now emerging through the crowd Linda sighted an equally audacious female, a shapely blonde sporting a tight-fitting miniskirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Her skin-tight blue sweater so exaggerated her well-formed breasts that it was a wonder she could breathe. She headed directly toward the dark-haired model type and greeted her as though they were old friends.
"Hello, Natalie dear. I see you're with us again," Linda overheard the blonde say.
"Yes, Greta; Palm Beach was a bore, you know."
"Really, this funny little Dawn Patrol is one of the best travel bargains yet, don't you think? Have you checked the seating plan?"
"Not yet, darling. But I suppose I should. That horrible man in the silk suit has been staring at me for ten minutes. I certainly don't want to sit next to him."
The model casually pushed her sunglasses down on the bridge of her nose and glanced disdainfully at a swarthy, well-built man who looked something like a gangster.
Greta shot an appraising glance at him, too. "I must say he does look like money."
"You can have it. He's probably the type who starts pawing you before the movie even begins."
"That may be," Greta admitted. "But while he paws my bod, I'll paw his wallet."
Brazenly, the tight-sweatered blonde blew Natalie a quick kiss and slinked over in the direction of the silk suit, who sized her up as he casually lit a cigarette.
Linda didn't know what to think as she observed this. The whole scene struck her oddly the way these people were dressed, the strange conversation she'd just overheard. What's more, everyone seemed to be eyeing everyone else, inspecting one another for some strange reason. She had to admit, though, that the men did seem well-dressed and handsome, not the type of people, certainly, one expected on a cut-rate charter flight.
As the wondering secretary's eyes shifted to observe others in the crowd, she noticed the girl from the travel agency, Miss Foxcroft, the one who had tried to dissuade her from taking the "Dawn Patrol" tour. Only now the girl looked very much different from the way Linda remembered her in the office.
No dark-frame glasses this time, no hair tied back with a scarf ... no, now it was long and full, tumbling luxuriously down over her shoulders. The glasses had vanished, and she looked more like a movie starlet than an office assistant. A chic, dark blue dress clung to her shapely hips, molding to her sumptuous curves as she moved, the hem so short that Linda could see the tip of her garter strap poking out below it. The only way the young secretary could tell it was the same person was from the clipboard the girl carried. And judging by the way she kept changing the notations on it, it seemed that the people on the tour must be jockeying for the best seats.
Something told Linda she'd better check her own seat just to make sure, and she made her way toward Tanya Foxcroft.
"A-Are we supposed to check with you before we board the plane?" she asked self-consciously.
"No, it's perfectly all right, dear," Tanya smiled condescendingly. "You'll have a window seat with just one other person in your row. Plenty of room to stretch out and take a nap." Take a nap next to one of the biggest lechers in the U.S. of A., she thought to herself, God! Was this babe-in-the-woods in for a surprise!
"Oh ... good," Linda said, slightly annoyed. For goodness sake! Why did people always treat her like a child a child who needed plenty of room to take a nap? If only she knew how to assert herself, then maybe she could command a bit of respect from people ... at least as much as any other nineteen year old career girl with a responsible position in an office.
That moment, though, Linda's irritated thoughts were interrupted by a loud commotion at the entrance to the lounge, where a broad-shouldered, leathery-faced man in a Texas cowboy hat was pushing through the crowd followed by a somber Indian wearing blue jeans and a denim jacket.
"Wow-eee," the Texan whooped. "Gonna get me to gay Paree!"
There was a slight murmur among the assembled tour group and some muffled chuckles. All eyes seemed to be fastened on the flamboyant intruder as he made his way to the tour directress.
"If it ain't good ole Miss Tanya!" he bellowed jubilantly, throwing his arm around her shoulder and slapping her heartily on the back.
"Glad to see you back again this year, Mr. Barnes," Tanya smiled. "You got here just in the nick of time. We almost gave your seat away."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Tex Barnes guffawed. "No siree. This here Dawft Patrol is the greatest thing that ever came along. Especially after what that boss of yours told me. Now I want you to get me a seat next to the prettiest girl on this here air-o-plane."
"Well, let's see," Tanya murmured conspiratorially. "It just so happens you'll be in D-15."
"That's fine with me, as long as you got me sittin' next to a little woman ... and you know which little woman I mean." he said, lowering his voice to a whisper.
To her surprise, Linda, who had overheard the entire conversation, realized that the female tour director had just given this eccentric Texan the seat next to her. It was going to be some trip all right, she thought to herself. He would probably talk her head off all night long. But as she contemplated the thought, a well-modulated voice announced over the loudspeaker system that Charter Flight number 069, Dawn Patrol Tours was now boarding at Gate Seven. In spite of the tranquilizer, Linda could feel butterflies mounting in her stomach as she grasped her hand luggage and joined the line that was forming at the gate.
"Whoo-peee!" Tex yelped from nearby. "Paris, here I come!" And with that he turned to shake hands with the Indian who'd come to the airport with him.
"Now you be good, Joe. And keep your hands outa the cash register, ya hear?"
"You too, Tex. And keep your hands outa the you-know-what, Kimosabe."
"Not me, Tonto," Tex growled. "Ah'm gonna get me as much as I can."
The two of them slapped each other on the back several times until the Indian waved good-bye and made his way out of the waiting area. Well, at least the crazy Texan seemed friendly enough, Linda thought to herself, as the line moved forward toward the gate. In reality, she had no idea of how friendly her seat partner intended to be.
Aboard the plane Linda found her seat before the Texan arrived and sat staring excitedly out the window, observing the spotlight from the control tower and the blinking blue lights stretching along the runway. It was not until five or ten minutes later that Tex Barnes approached and gave her a low courtly bow as he removed his ten gallon hat.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," he drawled cheerfully. "My name's Tex Barnes and Ah'm from Texas, natcherly. Ah'm, you might say, in the oil business."
"My name's Linda," the young secretary said, "Linda Beach."
"Well, if that ain't the dang purtiest name I ever heard," he slurred, giving her a big wink.
Linda could hardly keep from laughing at the way he talked. It was the corniest accent she'd ever encountered, and she wondered if it could possibly be real.
"Please have a seat, sir, and fasten your seat belt," a stewardess prodded the bulky Texan, who immediately turned around and tipped his hat to her.
"Sure will, ma'am. Nothin' better I'd like to do than take me a seat beside this here pretty girl."
As the tall Texan finally strapped himself in, the no-smoking sign flashed on, and moments later the plane began to roll silently forward. At last, the Dawn Patrol was bound for Europe.
"Your first trip, ma'am?" Tex inquired.
"Yes, and it's the first time I've been in an airplane, too."
"Ain't nothin' to be afraid of. Tex Barnes has never crashed in an airplane yet."
"Well, that's nice to know," Linda laughed.
"Lissen, Missy; if you're ascared, you can just hold old Tex's hand, and everything'll be A-okay, like they say."
Linda could feel herself blushing at his bold suggestion and immediately hated herself for it. God, why did she always have to blush?
"Thank you, but I don't think that will be really necessary."
At that, the jovial millionaire shot the young secretary a sly glance out of the corner of his eye but said nothing further. He had been going on these Dawn Patrols for years, ever since the first time he'd been in Philadelphia on business. And every time, Roscoe Beam took care to fix him up with just the right sort of company. Hell, she was just what he wanted ... an innocent young virgin if he'd ever seen one, a real challenge to his cunning mind.
Moments later, when they were airborne and heading in the direction of Boston before the final trans-Atlantic trip, Tex reached under his seat and pulled out what looked like an extra-large attache case. He yanked down the dinner tray from the back of the seat in front of him and balanced the case on it, revealing as he opened it, a fully stocked portable bar.
"What's your poison, young miss?" he inquired.
"My poison? ... What do you mean."
"What I'm talkin' about is what kinda drink you take. Straight sippin' whiskey, whiskey and water, gin and tonic, one o' them imagine martinis, or what?"
Linda peered fascinatedly into the open case, which was crowded with odd-sized bottles of famous brand-name liquors. Racked above the bottles were a row of expensive glasses and a stainless steel shaker of some sort. This Tex Barnes, whoever he was, certainly came well-prepared for his journeys, she thought.
In spite of the tranquilizer, Linda was still feeling apprehensive about her first journey in an airplane, and the portable bar, even though she was not used to drinking, seemed like the closest means of security.
"What do you take?" she asked.
"Me? Straight sippin' whiskey. Jack Daniels, that's my brand."
"Well, I'll have one, too, then only with a little water please."
Tex expertly mixed the drink and handed it to her.
"I'll tell you sumpin', young miss. You're in for the time of your life on this here Dawn Patrol Tour. It's one of the goddamndest things I ever did see. Yessir, I been over to Europe and Paree about a hundred and fifty times or so, and I never had me as good a time as on this here charter flight."
"Oh really?" Linda said, wondering what could be so highly unusual about a tour group.
"Yer damn tootin', " Tex roared. "I got my own private airplane and everything, but I come on this here tour every year."
"But why? How can this tour be so different from any others. I mean, the price is certainly very reasonable, but..."
Tex smiled broadly at her and winked.
"You'll see soon enough," he said.
Linda, of course, had no idea what her seat companion meant at least not until the stewardess had cleared away the dinner they served and the stewards began setting up the movie equipment.
"It's funny they don't give you a program or anything so you know what the movie is," she remarked.
Tex chuckled to himself. "I can see you're in for a mighty big surprise, that's for sure."
Linda felt slightly uneasy at his insinuations, but not nearly as uneasy as when she realized what the movie was all about some ten minutes later.
At first, from its title, Convict's Revenge, she expected a run-of-the-mill mystery story. It began harmlessly with some shots of a western location high snow-capped mountains in the background and a spacious modem ranch-house up front. The characters seemed ordinary enough, too an attractive brown-haired woman in her early forties and her shapely teenage daughter who was wearing a white blouse and tight-fitting jeans. The movie remained almost boring until an intruder suddenly burst in on the two females and threatened them at gunpoint.
"This is a very funny film," Linda remarked innocently to Tex. "It doesn't seem like the kind of movie they would show on an airplane for some reason."
"Wait'll you see the rest," he laughed, giving her a lascivious glance and observing the puzzled expression on her face.
In a moment she found out what he meant, and she sat bolt upright in her seat. The words she heard coming through the earphones were almost too incredible to believe.
"Take your clothes off," she could hear the screen convict ordering the young daughter.
"No ... no, please!" the mother pleaded. "You can't make her do that."
"If you know what's good for you, you'll just shut your mouth," he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck her right in front of your eyes."
"Please mother, we have to do what he says."
Linda's eyes bugged out as she watched what was happening on screen. She really thought she was hallucinating now ... God, the movie was actually pornographic!
Sneaking a quick glance over at Tex Barnes, she could see he was totally absorbed in the lewd action, raising his liquor-filled glass to his lips but keeping his eyes steadily fixed on the small screen, a big broad grin frozen on his face.
In spite of her discomfort at being exposed to something like this, Linda's eyes returned to the flickering images just in time to see the daughter unbuttoning her blouse and reaching her arms up behind her back to remove her brassiere.
"Goddamn, that's a nice lookin' set o' tits!" Tex snorted loudly as the young trembling actress exposed her nubile breasts to the entire audience. Linda could hardly keep from gasping with surprise, but the film had only begun...
Next came the young girl's blue jeans, which she undid slowly, fumbling with the zipper until it was down far enough to reveal the pink silk swath of her panties in the open "vee" beneath. Almost carelessly, her thumbs hooked into the heavy-duty waistband of her jeans, and she began rolling them slowly down over her hips, pulling her panties along too at the same time.
"Goddamn," Tex whooped. "That's one hell of a piece of ass, ain't it? How 'bout another drink there, little miss?"
Linda quickly shook her head no without saying a word. Her hands gripped the armrest of the seat tightly, her eyes riveted on the salacious celluloid spectacle, not daring to look over at the vulgar Texan who was making such unspeakable comments. God, how she wished that she'd never gone on tins trip. She should have known there was something funny about it, just from the low price the travel agency director had offered her. What a nerve to show such a filthy film!
Desperately, she glanced across the aisle at the seats on the other side of the plane to see if her violent reaction was being shared by anyone else, and as she did so, the nineteen year old secretary got the shock of her life. There, directly across from her, was Greta, the Scandinavian-looking blonde she had seen earlier in the lounge. And at this very moment, Greta was wrapped in a lewd embrace with the mysterious man in the silk suit. The man's hands were all the way up underneath her sweater massaging her ripely mounded breasts in an obscene and passionate rhythm. The blonde's head was tilted back in the seat, her eyes half-closed, a delighted smile on her face, and she was obviously enjoying the terrible things being done to her, the way her breasts were being squeezed and milked with such merciless pressure.
Linda swore she was going crazy! She jerked her head quickly away from the astounding sight across the aisle, only to confront something even more obscene. The film being shown had now progressed to the point where the innocent teenage daughter was stripped completely naked and now kneeling on her hands and knees as the criminal, gun in hand, mounted up close behind her and unzipped the fly of his pants. The camera panned in to show a close-up of his lust-swollen penis a huge bulging red rod of flesh poised quivering at the entrance to the young girl's helpless vagina. But that wasn't the worst of it! The expressions on the actors faces made Linda freeze with horror. The middle-aged mother was naturally watching aghast, dreading every minute of what was happening to her daughter, but her daughter, instead of being frightened, obviously relished the bestial situation. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, a rapturous smile illumined her face, and she was gliding her tongue hotly over her full pink lips, grinding her smoothly rounded buttocks back against the blood-hardened penis waiting to penetrate her loins.
"Oh, yesss!" the girl hissed savagely. "I don't care if you fuck me. I'm going to love it."
"No, no, Cathy!" her mother screamed.
"You've never let me fuck anyone, Mother, and now I'm going to make up for it. I'm going to enjoy every second of this. Look at me, Mother. I want you to see it all! You're daughter is being screwed by an escaped convict, and she is loving every inch of his big thick cock."
"NO! No!" the mother wailed, her eyes wide in horror.
Linda felt her heart pounding inside her chest, her head spinning crazily. If it were only the movie, it wouldn't be so bad, but she had just seen what was happening with the blonde across the aisle from her, and her sense of reality was beginning to melt away from her.
"Hey, what's the matter there, little miss?" Tex Barnes leered at her, his hand reaching across the seat and clasping tightly around her wrist.
"No! Don't!" she gasped. "Please leave me alone. God! I wish I could get out of here."
The pleasant expression on the Texas millionaire's face changed suddenly to one of cruel mockery.
"Hell!" he blustered, "The only way to get outa here is if you got a parachute, and I know, sure as hell, you don't got one of them."
He squeezed her wrist tighter until she cried out in pain.
"Let me go!" she hissed. "I'm going to report you to the pilot."
Mustering all the strength in her confused body, the naive young redhead broke free and stumbled out in the aisle, slapping at the lewd Texan's hand as, undaunted, he reached his hand up under the hem of her dress. Desperately, she ran toward the front of the plane, ducking under the movie screen and making her way through the first-class section. A stewardess tried to block her path, but Linda, with the ferocity of a cornered animal, pushed the girl out of the way and pulled the heavy cockpit door open.
"Please ... I'm sorry, but you have to help me," she gushed frantically, her blood pounding in her ears. But suddenly she choked on her words. At first it was impossible to believe what was in front of her eyes, and her knuckles went white as she gripped the cockpit archway for support. Now, in spite of her horror, her gaze was riveted to the copilot's seat.
She saw the stewardess's legs first, long sensuous legs, splayed wide and draped over the chair arms on either side. She saw the tightly clinging nylon stockings running up from her feet to the base of her undulating thighs, the black garter strap straining tautly and disappearing upward, around the voluptuous curve of her hip as she straddled the chair. God! Linda thought, she had been unwittingly trapped in an airborne orgy, for now it was unmistakably clear to her that the copilot was having sexual intercourse with the chief stewardess in front of her very eyes.
The young secretary's head reeled, her blood seemingly draining from her body. Fighting desperately against the dizziness that threatened to overcome her, she forced herself to bear witness to the obscene act that was taking place. Irrationally, Linda wondered who was running the plane, for the pilot was nowhere in sight. There was only Linda and this lewdly locked couple in the dial-lit cockpit and all three of them were breathing heavily.
The stewardess, facing her and tightly gripping the headrest on either side of the copilot's shoulders, began pumping up and down in a desperately quickening rhythm, as if she were riding a horse. Sucking in passionate gasps of air, she exhaled low animal-like moans. Only her bare smooth shoulders and head were visible to the helpless young secretary, her triangular cap perched at a cockeyed angle, ready to fall Off.
Suddenly, the stewardess noticed the unwanted intruder and hissed at her with angry disgust, "Go back to your seat. Can't you see we're fucking. Goddamn you, get out of here!"
The harsh brutal words hit Linda like the lash of a whip, making her body tremble, but in a kind of morbid fascination, she remained frozen in place.
"Harder, harder!" she could hear the stewardess whispering savagely as her thighs pumped obscenely against the seat, and her body rose and fell in rhythm with the muttered groans of the copilot.
She tilted her head back, her cap slipping recklessly to the floor. Linda could see her gritting her teeth, the veins on her neck standing out like steel cords.
"Oooh, God! I'm cumming;" she gasped wildly. "Fuck me harder. Stick your cock deeper in my pussy! Harder! Harder!"
A chorus of feverish grunts filled the cockpit as the stewardess's hotly arOused body bobbed and churned in salacious abandon, her legs locking around the back of the seat. Frozen in terror, Linda felt strange wicked sensations rippling through her own body, the same sensations she had experienced in Lou Stevenson's apartment that night. She knew if she watched any longer she might not be able to tear her eyes away, that something terrible might happen to her. But who could she turn to for help now? Who could stop this madness before the plane suddenly crashed? The tour guide! Yes! That woman looked like an efficient young businesswoman, someone with common sense enough to control this runaway situation.
Hurriedly, before it was too late, the frantic redhead turned away from the cockpit and made her way back toward her seat. Half of the overhead lights above the seats had been turned out, and from either side of the aisle she could hear low muffled groans and the lewd rustling of clothes. God! How could she ever find the tour guide now?
Desperately, Linda looked to the right and the left of her, but all she could make out were the half-naked bodies of men and women she did not know wrapped in torrid, writhing embrace. Deep moans and heavy gasps surrounded her. High-pitched giggles and sharp cries pierced her ears. It was like trying to forge a trail through a jungle, which instead of being blocked by heavy undergrowth, was obstructed by long stocking-sheathed legs dangling over the ends of the seats and protruding into the path. It was all so degenerate it seemed like a horrible nightmare. Brassieres and panties littered the thickly carpeted floor of the aisle, and all around her the laboring, grunting bodies of men and women writhed and churned in the lewdest acts of sex imaginable to the appalled young secretary. Frantically, she glanced from row to row as she slowly made her way through toward the back of the plane.
At last, the dim shadowy figure of the tour guide emerged from the darkness, and as Linda caught sight of her, she gasped in shock, realizing that the one last person she could turn to had betrayed her. Tanya Foxcroft, the cool, controlled travel agent, had suddenly changed into a raving, lust-crazed whore. Standing directly in the middle of the aisle at the far end of the plane she had hiked her skirt high above her thighs, planted her long legs firmly apart and dropped her panties down between her ankles. Kneeling in front of her on hands and knees like a jungle animal was one of the stewards, and he was moving his head inch by inch up between her wide-held thighs toward the steaming hot wetness of her waiting pussy.
Oooooh, Lord! Linda gasped. There was nothing she could do but watch in terror as the uniformed crewman gripped the tour guide's thighs and thrust his tongue obscenely deep into her naked cunt. Linda could almost hear the loud sucking sound, the desperate groan of carnal desire that spewed from Tanya Foxcroft's throat as the man's tongue made searing contact with her pussy. Linda could feel her own cuntal lips drawing inward in lewd hunger for a man's hot tongue between them, and in spite of her horror, her body trembled with pulsations of unrecognized desire. Oh God! What was happening to her? She shut her eyes to blot out the obscene spectacle, but her ears were still open, and they caught every depraved moan and cry that echoed from the body of the plane.
"Suck my cunt. Oh God! Suck it!" Tanya pleaded. Her firm full breasts heaved and shook as she gasped for air. Her legs trembled and jerked, and her fingers curled savagely into the steward's hair, pulling his head closer against her needful pussy with the abandoned force of her lust.
Linda felt waves of panic shooting through her body. Desperately she wanted to scream for help but knew it would do no good. She was captive now, a helpless prisoner on this ... this flying orgy.
Just ahead of her she could see a tall lumbering figure rise from its seat and head toward her. It looked like a massive ghost come to possess her, and she backed away in fright.
"Where the hell you been, sweetheart?" the voice boomed from the apparition. In her mind she knew it was Tex Barnes, but his voice sounded so much different now ... no longer a soft Southern drawl, but a deep threatening bass that shook her to the core.
Instinctively she spun around and dashed toward the bathroom at the back of the plane. At least there was a lock on the door, and it was the only safe place for certain.
She rushed breathlessly inside the small compartment, her heart pounding violently inside her chest as she put her ear to the door, only to be jolted away a second later by a fierce pounding on the door, accompanied by a harsh rasping voice.
"Come on there, baby doll. Y'all ain't afraid of ole Tex, air ya?" The thumping matched in tempo her own rapid heartbeats, and it was not until several minutes later that both terrifying noises subsided in her ears, and she felt free to leave her listening post. Disgustedly, she sat down on the toilet seat to catch her breath and ponder the flight, locked in a bathroom.
God! Why had things turned out so horribly on her first trip away from home, she wondered. She would never be able to tell anyone about this ... certainly not her parents, for they would never understand, and not her friends, either, because they wouldn't believe a word of it. She was alone now, locked in the bathroom of a 727 jet. And from outside the door, she could hear the sounds of raucous laughter, high-pitched giggles, and the clinking of glasses. Even the continued moaning and groaning came to her ears until she could almost see what was going on, men and women stripped naked, hotly embracing each other in the aisles, arms and legs wrapped around willing bodies, a sea of bobbing breasts and lust-swollen penises, huge spear-like shafts protruding from between heavy muscular legs.
Stop! Stop! she wanted to scream as she felt her mind spinning out of control, her body growing taut with tension, but there was no way out, there was no relief ... or was there? For now, in her confusion, the young redhead realized what she had to do to keep from going insane from the debauchery she had witnessed. Slowly, she forced herself to relax, slumping down on the toilet seat, her long slender legs spread sensually apart. Her fingers trembling, she reached for the hem of her dress and doubled it back over her firmly fleshed thighs. Then, gently, she began caressing the soft inner sides of her legs, moving slowly upward toward the smooth tantalizing silk of her panties. How long it had been since she'd fingered herself! And how desperately she needed it now, if only to calm her frayed nerves. As she drew aside her frilly panty leg band, she could feel a cool rush of air against her exposed vagina. Her lips parting slightly, she let her eyes flicker shut and began massaging the soft red-fringed edges of her pussy until she could feel the first tentative droplets of moisture seeping down the tiny furrowed slit. Desperate for release now, she held the parity crotch band aside with one hand while she glided the middle finger of her other hand up toward the waiting orifice, imagining in her mind that it was really her handsome boss Lou Stevenson who was doing this to her.
"Yesss," she hissed under her breath. "Do it, Lou; do it! Stick your finger up inside me, Goddd! Yesss!"
Feeling as though her dream were coming true, she slipped the tip of her middle finger in between her moistly trembling pussy lips and wiggled it lusciously around. A gasp of sudden overwhelming passion escaped her throat as, with teasing slowness, she traced tantalizing circles over her aching cuntal mouth until it began to flower open in eager invitation.
Her teeth grated against each other, her legs jerked suddenly out wider and she groaned with mounting abandon. God! How she wished right now that her own too-slim finger was a cock! How she wished she could leave this tiny box of safety and join the degenerate orgy taking place outside, but her conscience had ruined her. She would have to content herself with the muffled groans of carnal pleasure that wafted to her ears, content herself by shoving her middle finger deep up inside her cock-hungry pussy, her body writhing and jerking with each rhythmic thrust. In and out it pumped, making sucking, sluicing noises until she could feel the hot flames of desire licking mercilessly at her belly, begging for relief. And then, in a minute, oh God! She was cumming, cumming! Lou, Lou, yes, Lou! Do it to me, Lou, harder I Harder! Her body suddenly convulsed, and the waves of unbearable pleasure began shuddering through her helpless belly, bringing with them from the depths of her panty-clad loins the hot liquid moisture of her orgasmic relief, flowing out of her spasming cunt and down along her soft voluptuous thighs to pool lewdly below her buttocks. Then, with a final gasp and a sigh of total relief, the exhausted secretary collapsed back against the toilet compartment wall.
CHAPTER FOUR
The knock on the bathroom door came softly at first, but changed abruptly to a series of sharp raps when Linda didn't answer immediately.
"You'll have to return to your seat please. ' We're almost ready to land," the stewardess called from outside.
Linda started, rudely awakened from her dream, shook her head and rubbed her eyes. The stewardess's voice repeated itself over and over again like a tape recording:
"Miss, please, you'll have to return to your seat now."
"Yes, yes!" Linda answered, straightening out her dress and glancing quickly in the mirror. God! She must have slept for hours, she thought to herself, and yet she could hardly shake off her exhaustion. Her muscles felt stiff and sore from her cramped position in the tiny bathroom compartment, her eyes were puffy and her hair, though she tried to rearrange it as best she could, was a mess of split ends and wayward strands. Impatiently, then, the stewardess knocked again.
"Yes, I'm coming," the young secretary snapped irritably as she struggled with the latch. Pulling the door open, she suddenly found herself face to face with the very same woman she'd seen so obscenely occupied in the cockpit last night. As a gasp of surprise escaped her lips, she could feel herself blushing, but the stewardess did not give the faintest hint of recognizing her. If she remembered Linda as the unwelcome intruder, her face refused to show it in the least.
"Hurry! You'll have to take a seat up here," she said. "We're beginning our descent for Orly airport."
Moving with the quick efficiency of a true professional, the female crew member guided Linda to a seat and disappeared behind a curtain further up front.
The young traveler fumbled nervously with her seat belt and breathed a sigh of relief as she finally managed to hook it together. At last, she would be in Paris, free once and for all. But what should she do? She couldn't very well escape from the "Dawn Patrol" group by going to a different hotel and setting out on her own. She didn't have enough money for one thing this trip was all paid for, and she certainly couldn't afford another plane ticket home. And then, of course, she knew no French at all. No, she would have to stick with them and yet try to remain as aloof as possible. She could tell that wouldn't be difficult at all, for now as she glanced at the seats across the aisle, she could see people staring at her in a funny way, as though they knew she didn't belong to this group. They were giving her suspicious sidelong glances and then looking away when she returned them. There's really no choice, she thought bitterly, either I've got to become a complete whore to fit in with them, or remain an outcast. Well, in that case, I'm just going to remain an outcast, she resolved.
In an attempt to calm her frayed nerves, Linda looked out the window and could see the runways of the airport below as the plane glided smoothly toward its target. Somewhere behind her, she could hear a familiar voice bellowing like a pig slopper, "Paris, here I come!" Tex Barnes, of course. That was followed by a shattering rebel yell, which was greeted with embarrassed titters from the other passengers.
That was just the way normal people would react, Linda thought. But last night, nothing had been normal here. These very same people had been making love with each other in the aisles, on the seats and in the cockpit, every one of them taking part in a scandalous orgy. And now what were they doing? Reading magazines and chatting among themselves. Was it possible that the combination of the tranquilizer and the liquor Tex Barnes had given her had caused hallucinations? She'd heard about things like that happening, although it was difficult to deny what she thought she'd seen with her own eyes. At any rate, the worst was over, and she was determined to forget about it and have a good time in Paris. God, she prayed Tex Barnes wouldn't chase her the way he'd done last night.
As these thoughts and fears whirled through the nineteen year old redhead's mind, the plane touched down so slowly on the runway that Linda hardly realized she was on the ground ... It was like a dream come true, being in a place so far away and so exciting at long last ... away from the heartache of her boss's impending marriage.
* * *
Among the passengers boarding the tourist bus outside Orly airport was a tall, shapely young secretary, who looked as though she were trying to run away from someone, and that was exactly what Linda Beach was trying to do.
"Hey, y'all seen a cute little redhead around here?" Tex Barnes demanded of his fellow tourists as he elbowed his way through the line queued up outside the bus door. "Goddamn if I can find her anywhere!"
Oh no, Linda cringed as she squeezed farther inside and tried to hide behind the other passengers, he's coming after me. Safely inside now, she could see the burly Texan peering through the windows, bobbing up and down on tiptoes, craning his neck like a stork. She ducked down low, even at the risk of looking ridiculous and slipped into a seat at the very rear of the bus. The sunglasses she was wearing would offer a little bit of protection, but in addition she decided it was best to slump down in the seat and spread open a magazine she had brought with her. At least she was safe for the moment, Linda thought as the bus began filling up, but then she could hear him calling out for her again from the front as he entered.
"Hey, li'l miss, where are ya? I didn't come all the way from Houston to play no hide an' seek."
If only she could melt into the seat! If only he hadn't turned on her the way he'd done last night, then everything would be all right, she wouldn't mind sitting next to him and listening to his funny Texas accent. But now she merely raised the magazine higher in front of her face to disguise herself.
At that moment, though, the young secretary was rescued from unexpected quarters.
"Tex, darling, you're really acting silly. Now let's just sit down and enjoy our trip."
It was the voice of the tall dark-haired fashion model, Linda was sure of it. And it seemed to do the trick.
"Guess I ain't got no choice, do I," he grumbled.
"Come, come, darling," Natalie said. "Sit next to me and tell me all about your beautiful oil wells. After all, we haven't seen each other since the last "Dawn Patrol".
Fortunately for the young secretary, the fully loaded bus suddenly lurched forward to begin the ride into Paris, and the oil man was now safely in Natalie's clutches, where he couldn't do her any harm. Breathing a sigh of relief, Linda stared out the window with child-like fascination, wondering what the romantic city would be like when they came to it, trying to get her mind off the traumatic events of the flight over.
Paris turned out to be even more fascinating than she expected. The hotel located right near the Champs-Elysees, the broad boulevard similar to Fifth Avenue in New York was remarkably elegant compared to what she had expected marble columns, classical statues, neatly uniformed bellboys. It was all so unreal, so unlike anything she had known before.
Taking pains to keep out of Tex's way, Linda claimed her room key at the desk under the supervision of the tour guide, Tanya Foxcroft, who was once again prim and proper and all business after a wild night.
A bellboy took her luggage and showed her to her room the most sumptuous hotel room she'd ever seen. Magnificent velvet curtains framed spacious windows that opened out onto a cozy balcony overlooking the city. An ornate chandelier hung suspended from the ceiling, and a luxurious four-poster bed graced one corner of the big room. Linda bounced playfully on it for a moment and then set about unpacking.
Thank goodness I bought some new clothes before I left, she thought to herself, as she neatly removed a bundle of dresses from her wardrobe bag and hung them in the closet, carefully scrutinizing each one to decide what to wear for lunch even though it was only ten-thirty. Her eye lit on a low-cut yellow spring dress and she wondered if it were still too early in the season to wear it ... besides, it was so expensive, it might be better to save for dinner or a night on the town. No, she decided, suddenly feeling reckless and daring. I'm tired of looking like a nineteen year old secretary. There's no reason why those other women on the tour should have an excuse to act superior to me. After all, I'm just as attractive as they are ... in fact, I'm better looking than a lot of them.
In a moment Linda's thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. It turned out to be the bellboy bearing a silver ice bucket with a bottle of champagne inside.
"But you must have the wrong room," the young redhead tried to protest.
"No, mademoiselle. Room number three-fourteen."
The bellboy entered, set the bucket on the writing desk, and left without even waiting for a tip. Who in the world would do a thing like this? she wondered and then noticed the card draped over the bucket's rim. It read simply:
Greetings from your neighbor down the hall.
Of course, it must be Tex Barnes, but why? Was this his way of apologizing for what had happened on the flight? Or was he trying to soften her up for something? Either way it was very flattering to be sent a whole bottle of champagne, and it made her think perhaps the trip wouldn't be so bad after all. She gazed at the bottle for a moment, and then turned away, facing in the direction of the spacious canopied bed ... it looked so inviting, and she still felt exhausted.
In just a matter of minutes the tired teenager had climbed in bed and fallen asleep, the events of her first transatlantic flight having taken their toll on her nerves. Over and over again she found herself dreaming of Lou Stevenson and how foolish she'd been not to go to bed with him. Why couldn't she be carefree and liberal like other young secretaries she knew? Why was she so stiff and panicky whenever the possibility of sleeping with a man arose? Something deep in her subconscious supplied a new answer to those questions, a tiny voice murmuring to her, You 're away from home now, Linda, you can do anything you like, be anything you want. . .
And as this truth struck her like a revelation, she jerked awake and shook her head clear, emerging from her deep sleep as though she had been slapped. When she checked her watch, she found it was already noon, and feeling she was wasting valuable sightseeing time, she hurried out of bed.
With a new mental lease on life, the young redhead went through the whole routine of applying makeup and eye shadow and carefully stroking her rich lustrous auburn hair with a brush. Whistling, she slipped into the low-cut yellow dress she'd rejected earlier and inspected herself proudly in the mirror.
Yes, I am just as attractive as those other women, she told herself confidently. And with reason, too, for the yellow sheath dress molded to her body the way her nylon stockings clung to her legs almost like second skin-displaying to full advantage her curvaceous hips and her ripe young breasts with their accentuated cleavage. The hem of the dress came to mid-thigh, the shortest dress Linda had ever worn, in fact, and revealed a pair of smooth shapely legs that would be the envy of any of the older women on the tour. Feeling self-assured for the first time, she set out for the hotel dining room on the ground floor.
Several minutes later, as she entered, Linda felt as though she were on display, but in spite of the stares and murmurs, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead and followed the headwaiter to a table apart from the others in her tour group. God, she was really an outcast now, she thought to herself, but it was her own fault that she was eating alone. After all, she had overslept. And besides, she tried to convince herself, she really didn't want to be with these people anyway ... these corrupt, obscene people who had performed such depraved acts on the airplane. The only thing to do now was wait for what she hoped would be an interesting meal and try to look as relaxed as possible.
There was a long wait until a steaming plate of strange-looking things in shells were set in front of her and her wine glass was filled. What in the world? she wondered as she stared curiously at her first course. And then it hit her.
Snails! Linda winced at the very idea. Who in the world could eat snails, and how were you supposed to get them out of the shell anyway? There were so many utensils in front of her now, she hardly knew which ones to use ... regular knives and forks plus a tiny little fork and something that looked like a dentist's clamp. It was an embarrassing predicament not knowing how to eat something you didn't want to eat to begin with.
Unknown to the young secretary, however, a certain Frenchman sitting at a nearby table had observed her plight.
"Permit me to introduce myself, mademoiselle," he said as he presented himself at her table. "I am Marcel Dupont. May I please join you?"
At first Linda had no idea how to react, but of course it would be rude to refuse him.
"Yes, certainly," she said, after a moment's hesitation, flattered that at least she had caught someone's eye.
"Permit me to show you," he offered, motioning to her plate. "You use this to pick up the shell, and then simply you remove the snail from inside."
Marcel demonstrated, using the thing that looked like a dentist's tool to hold the shell as he plucked the snail free, dipping it in the garlic sauce.
Linda concealed her fears at eating something that looked so strange and followed his example.
To her surprise, the sauce tasted rather good, and the snail wasn't so bad after all. Thank God someone had shown her how to go about eating it, someone as charming and personable as this handsome young Frenchman.
"Oh, but I should wait until you order something," she said, suddenly remembering her manners.
"No, no," Marcel protested. "You eat now, and I will call the waiter."
With that he raised his hand and expertly waved over a short dark-haired man in a white coat, ordering his meal in a few rapid phrases in French. Needless to say, the young secretary was impressed by his command of two languages.
"Where did you learn such good English, Mister Dupont?" she asked, gazing at him with an awestruck expression.
"Please, call me Marcel," he said first. Then, shrugging his shoulders as if to dismiss her compliment modestly, he lied with a smile. "I lived in England for several years."
It was a convenient lie, for the young olive-complexioned Frenchman could not very well tell her that he had learned English by seducing young American tourists like herself. It was surprising how much one could learn in bed, he mused ... not that it was a one-way street. He also gave something in return his experience in sexual matters which these innocent American girls were grateful for in the end, even though they always put up such a fight in the beginning.
Every spring it was the same. Busloads of sightseers would arrive with attractive young girls so ready and eager for a little cock especially, if it belonged to the suave Frenchman of their dreams, and Marcel had merely taken it upon himself to supply their needs, indeed had been doing it for years now. Of course, it was an investment, so much wining and dining, but then the rewards were worthwhile. This year, it seemed, he was particularly lucky, finding an attractive young redhead dining alone, although she obviously was part of the group these other Americans belonged to.
"But tell me, why are you sitting by yourself?" he inquired.
"It's a very long story really ... Actually, I came down late for lunch ... but there are other things, too."
"But that's not right," the Frenchman said firmly. "An attractive girl like you should have company."
"But I do now," Linda said, laughing gaily. It seemed things might turn out right after all.
Marcel's meal arrived, and the two of them dined. Linda couldn't help noticing the glances she was getting from other members of the tour group Tex Barnes in particular, who was sitting several tables away, slurping his dessert and squinting over at her with a pointed stare. God, he was certainly persistent, she thought. Thank goodness this nice Frenchman had come along. At least now she had some decent company.
"Tell me," Marcel said casually. "Would you like to see Paris with me tonight?"
His offer had come sooner than the young secretary had expected, but she accepted almost immediately. What luck to be able to see Paris with a real Frenchman, and such a handsome one at that!
* * *
The afternoon passed quickly, and when Marcel came to pick her up in the evening she could not help but remember her long-ago date with Lou Stevenson.
But tonight she found herself eating at a French restaurant in Paris, not Philadelphia, and afterward going to three different and rather expensive clubs. Tonight was far more exciting than that fateful night with her boss two months ago, far more enjoyable too, if she had to admit it.
Shortly after midnight, as the young couple strolled along the glittering Champs-Ely sees in the direction of the hotel, Marcel reached out for her hand, and Linda did not resist in the least. They looked like any other pair of young lovers sauntering through the ancient streets of Paris.
"Tell me, Marcel," she asked. "What do you do for a living?"
"I am an artist," he said proudly, smiling at her with his dark, deep-set eyes.
"But you don't look like one at all."
"Ah yes, but you see I work for an advertising agency," he quickly countered. "And you?"
"I'm just a secretary, I'm afraid. I work for a law firm in Philadelphia."
"But that is a very big job. You must have many responsibilities."
Yes, she was about to say ... I have a lot of responsibilities, but I'm still treated like a child by everyone. She kept it to herself, though, and only smiled at her date as they rounded the corner and approached the hotel. Inside the lobby Linda hesitated a moment, wondering whether Marcel was going to kiss her goodnight, but to her surprise he drew his hand around her waist and led her toward the elevator.
"Come, I walk you to your room. This is a big hotel. You may get lost."
She hadn't expected this at all, but for once made up her mind that she wasn't going to act like a little prude. After all, what harm could there be inviting him up for a glass of Tex Barnes' champagne?
Inside the elevator, Marcel wrapped his arm around her shoulder and stared hypnotically into her eyes. She did not resist, and her body softened as he drew her tight against him. Suddenly he was kissing her, pressing his lips wetly against hers and his tongue searching between her teeth. Oh, God! A French kiss from a real Frenchman!
As Marcel smoothly slid his hand up inside her coat and cupped it over her breasts, her body began to tremble with an excitement she had experienced only once before, but still her conscience got the best of her and she pushed him gently away, holding him at bay with her hands on his shoulders.
"Marcel we can't. We don't know each other well enough yet."
"Ah yes!" he laughed amiably. "But you have such a short time here."
"Of course you're right," she said as the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hallway. "But we can't do everything in two weeks."
Marcel smiled knowingly as if to say "We'll see about that", and took her arm to escort her to her room.
"I hear strange noises," he remarked as she fished out the door key from her pocketbook. Linda could feel herself blushing. Judging from the raucous laughter flooding the halls, she knew what was happening exactly the same thing that had happened on the flight over.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Greta, the Scandinavian blonde, emerging from a room down the hallway clad only in her brassiere and panties, and balancing a drink in her hand.
"Oh, la la!" Marcel exclaimed. "These are friends of yours?"
"Yoo-hoo," Greta called as she knocked on the door on the opposite side of the hallway. "It's party time, open up. No locked doors, remember?"
The door opened a moment later and she disappeared behind it, Marcel's eyes fixed on her the whole time she was visible. Linda was beginning to feel like a fool now, for she knew that Marcel realized she was part of this strange group, and it was bound to give him funny ideas. But she would put a stop to that before it even started, she decided immediately.
"Thank you for such a wonderful evening," she said, blocking the doorway to her room.
"Yes, but the night is not over," he replied, putting his hands boldly on her tiny waist and pulling her toward him. He kissed her passionately again, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth, bending her tightly against him and crushing her soft breasts to his hard muscular chest. He had no intention at all of making this a goodnight kiss. This was just going to be the first of many.
Downstairs in the lobby several "Dawn Patrol" stragglers had just filed in from their night's revels. They staggered drunkenly, arms draped over each other's shoulders, and made their way through the sedate surroundings laughing and yelling, weaving and bobbing as they walked. Tex Barnes, their unofficial leader, let out one of his special yells, which nearly caused the night clerk to pass out, and then untangled himself from Natalie.
"Y'all go on up to my suite," he instructed her, suddenly sober. "I'll be up there in a minute."
"Well, I like that" she protested. "Leaving a poor helpless damsel all alone in this hotel. . . "
"Helpless, my ass! Go on, vamoose," he snapped at her angrily. Natalie scowled a moment and finally obeyed his instructions, heading toward the hotel elevator.
In spite of the enormous amount of liquor he had consumed at various night clubs, Tex Barnes was now stone cold sober, and his eyes focused on the sultry fashion model to make sure that she got on the elevator. When she had disappeared, followed by the rest of the crowd, he approached the night clerk, and to the latter's astonishment, addressed him in nearly perfect French salted with a Texas accent.
"Hotel wages aren't very good these days," Tex winked.
"Hardly enough to support my family," the clerk replied, recovering from the shock of being addressed in French by a cowboy.
"But there are ways of supplementing one's income ... for example..." And he withdrew a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "Of course, it's not worth as much as it used to be, but still it takes care of the liquor bill, not so?"
"Oui, monsieur," the clerk replied with a sly smile.
"I seem to have lost my hotel key," Tex continued. "I'm in room 314, if you remember correctly. Perhaps you have an extra one you could lend me."
"I think that could be arranged," the clerk said, turning to the key rack in back of him. A swift exchange followed, the hundred-dollar bill crossing the counter in one direction and the key to Linda Beach's hotel room in the other.
"Merci, monsieur," Tex said. "You're a fine feller."
"Tell me, sir," the clerk called .after him. "Where did you learn such good French?"
"I studied at the Sorbonne," the oil millionaire replied as he swaggered away, bouncing the room key in his hand.
Hell, Tex thought to himself, money could buy anything ... anything except an upstanding young virgin like Linda Beach, that took something more than money. But Tex knew he had whatever it took. It was just a question now of surprising her in her room and sharing a little champagne together. It might take some smart talking, but I'm a pretty fast talker, the Texan assured himself.
The elevator carrying Tex Barnes almost reached the third floor when Linda decided, once and for all, that it was pointless to resist Marcel any more. The young Frenchman, after all, was attractive enough, and besides, she would never see him again once the trip was over.
"All right, come in," she said. "Quickly, before anyone sees us."
As she closed the door behind them the elevator door opened down the hallway, and Tex Barnes moved stealthily out, heading in the direction of room 314.
Inside that very room Linda curled her arms slowly up around Marcel's neck, moving into his arms in silent promise of better things to come. God, she hadn't meant to let this happen so fast, and he was bound to take it the wrong way. But still she could feel the masculine hardness rising inside his pants, its thick blunt head pressing against her thigh, and it made wicked little needles and pins dance inside her belly.
"Oh, Marcel," she whispered. "I never expected to meet anybody like you on this trip."
"Shh," Marcel said. "We kiss now, not talk."
Unknown to the young couple, their conversation was being overheard at that moment, for by now Tex Barnes had reached the door of Linda's room and pressed his ear tightly against it.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," he muttered under his breath. He hadn't expected this at all. His prize young virgin had arrived, and someone else was getting to her first it sure didn't seem like they were playing checkers in there.
"Aha! I see you have champagne!" the male voice from inside exclaimed.
"Yes, it was a present from someone."
"You have an admirer, then...."
"Oh, not really. He's just a funny man from Texas who talks like a cowboy."
Bullshit! Tex wanted to roar, but bit his tongue. Here they were about to drink his champagne and she was calling him a funny little man! Some gratitude, all right. This little broad was downright unpatriotic ... There was a silence now followed a moment later by the sound of a cork popping.
"Cheers!" Marcel said inside the room as he handed Linda a glass. "Come, we sit down. I turn off the big light."
"W ... wait, Marcel. I'm not sure if we should. We're both awfully tired."
"Shh!" he quieted her. "That's why we sit on the bed."
Through the crack under the doorway Tex could see the light suddenly flick off, and he listened even more intently to what was going on. Hell, this greasy little frog certainly wasn't wasting any time...
"Marcel, it's so dark in here with only that bed lamp. I can't see my champagne to drink it. Maybe I should turn the top light back on."
"Come, sit next to me. Do not worry about the light."
There was another long silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses in another toast. Finally, after a moment he could hear the two of them speaking in soft whispers.
"But I've only just met you," the young secretary murmured.
"But you must think of this as your holiday. You are here in Paris, far away from home. Here you may do anything you like. You are free."
Good line, you sneaky bastard, Tex thought to himself, and he waited for Linda's reply, but there was nothing except for a muffled gasping and the squeaking of bedsprings. Hell, how could a virgin like her give in so easily? he wondered. And now he was going to find out as he withdrew the commandeered door key from his pocket and inserted it carefully into the lock. He waited a moment, before turning it, until he could hear the sound of voices again.
"You must trust me," he could hear the Frenchman reassuring Linda. "I will not do anything you do not like, but I can show you many new things. Remember, no one will ever know."
"It's not that I don't trust you, Marcel ... It's just that I've never..."
"Shh! It is no time to talk now."
That was the signal for Tex to turn the key in the lock and push the door open slightly, and when he peeked inside, his eyes focused on the two of them sitting side by side on the bed, the scene illuminated by a small light on an end table. Goddamn, that little girl had a body like a bomb shell, Tex observed. And she sure as hell didn't dress like a virgin.
The millionaire feasted his eyes on the tight-fitting yellow dress that boldly accentuated the nineteen year old redhead's maturely flaring hips, her full high-set breasts and the long sensual legs exposed almost to the tops of her thighs by the hem which was now hiked up toward her hips. Hell, he wanted to jump right on that bed this minute and plant his cock deep up inside her belly, only he knew it was impossible. He knew that old Tex Barnes would have to stand and watch while his prize virgin was pawed by a puny smart-aleck Frenchman, and it made him madder than hell.
"You must relax now," Marcel whispered as he glided his hand over her belly, feeling her whole body tremble slightly. He could tell now she hadn't been lying when she hinted at her inexperience. She was an overdue virgin, like many American girls he had met on trips to Paris, but he knew very well that none of them stayed that way very long at least not while he was around. And he could almost sense this one's readiness to surrender to him.
Curling his arm around Linda's hips he rolled her over on her side so that she was facing him. Then his hand moved slowly up toward the zipper of her dress in back.
"W ... what are you going to do?"
"Don't worry. You must stay very relaxed."
"But you're taking my dress off," Linda protested feebly as his fingers gripped the zipper and began gliding it down in back. God, there was really no use fighting it now, she told herself, for deep inside she knew she wanted Marcel to teach her everything he knew. The only thing was, she didn't want to learn it all at once. She was determined, in spite of her deep-seated urge to surrender her virginity, not to let him go all the way tonight. She was not ready for such a sudden plunge yet....
As the back of her dress fell away from the zipper on either side, the young redhead felt a cool rush of air against her naked flesh beneath. Marcel was now up on his knees on the mattress hovering over her as he bent forward and slipped her shoulder straps down her arms. She lay perfectly still, slightly afraid, and yet unwilling to protest as he worked the dress down over her hips and then gently off her trembling legs. She even found herself helping him, drawing her legs up a little as he slipped the garment free over her feet.
Outside the door Tex's eyes bulged like yoyos, and his cock sprang up inside his pants as hard as a rock. He hadn't expected this at all. Christ, in less than ten minutes this innocent young secretary was lying half-naked on the bed with a perfect stranger. From under the hem of her lacy half-slip he could see the frilly strap of her garter that ran to the top of her tightly clinging nylon stockings. He could see her breasts heaving as she took a deep breath to calm herself, her nipples stiffening against the confines of her brassiere. If that ballsy little Frenchman tries to stick his skinny cock inside her, I'll run in there and bust his head, the millionaire swore silently as he pushed the door open a crack wider.
But Marcel was not ready for that, not yet.
He was going to do everything very slowly, teasing her with the suspense until she could stand it no longer ... Unaware of his audience he removed his suit coat and laid it at the foot of the bed next to Linda's dress, then he crawled back up beside her and ran his fingers lightly up and down over her stockings, advancing toward her garter strap and retreating playfully, and then moving in for the kill.
Suddenly he moved his hand up beneath her slip and let his fingertips play over the soft white flesh of her naked belly beneath.
"Please, Marcel," she gasped. "We can't go too far tonight. I'm ... I'm not ready."
"No," Marcel reassured her. "We will not go far tonight, but I will show you something new, something you will like very much."
Now what did that slimy little no-good have up his sleeve? Tex wondered as his rough-hewn body clung to the partly open door of Linda's hotel room. It wasn't long before he found out, for now the Frenchman had grasped the frilly hem of Linda's half-slip and began doubling it back over her belly. But he didn't stop there.
In a minute it was up above her waist and draped carelessly over her brassiere-clad breasts.
"But it's cold in here like this," Linda said feebly.
"It will be very warm in a minute. Come, you must trust me."
She wavered as he gazed deeply into her eyes, her mind torn between surrender and refusal. God, she thought, he was really a perfect stranger, and this was the first day she had ever seen him in her life ... She felt so confused, and yet couldn't deny the strange, hot and cold sensations of desire stirring in her loins. No one would ever know, she told herself, and there was a first time for everything ... you can't be a child forever.
Her mind made up at last, the young secretary crossed her arms and lifted the slip up over her head. She did not even protest when Marcel drew her toward him and quickly undid her brassiere. God, she was practically naked now, her stockings and panties the only remnants of clothing left to protect her, should she change her mind at the last minute. For the first time, though, she experienced a sensation of total freedom.
Marcel's hands firmly grasped her hips now and slid her back down on the mattress beside him. Before she knew what was happening he clamped his lips hotly over her right breast, his tongue tracing maddening circles around the stiffly erected nipple.
"Oh God, Marcel!" Linda gasped helplessly, her whole body squirming with desire. She could feel both breasts swelling, ready to burst ... God, she was being sucked by a perfect stranger!
He opened his mouth wider, his tongue slithering over her sensitive breast flesh as if wanting to devour her. Then he began a rhythmic sucking motion drawing her nerve-charged nipple deep inside and then releasing it, as with his right hand he began squeezing and kneading the softly yielding flesh of her other breast, trapping the pointed red nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling it until she mewled with frenzied desire.
"God, God, don't ... Please stop!" she begged, the voices of her conscience screaming at her, but she knew it was impossible. She wanted this more than anything ... she wanted to be sucked and licked all over, and now her hands traitorously curled into his thick dark hair and pulled his head tighter against her heaving breast. All she could feel now was his maddening tongue, consuming her, licking with wild desire at her unspoiled flesh, and she was enjoying it, enjoying every second of it.
"Oh, s ... suck me, suck me!" she gasped, forcing the lewd word from her mouth as she grasped his belt and pulled his loins tightly against her own. She could feel his stiffly expanded penis beneath his pants, throbbing between her legs, screaming to be let out ... but no, not tonight, she couldn't let him do that to her tonight.
His hand was up in between her legs now, moving toward her panties and though she tried to hold her knees tightly together, it only seemed to excite him even more.
"No, Marcel, not there!" she pleaded frantically, but it was no use. His fingertips were playing against the soft silk strip of her panty crotch band now, and in spite of her fear she felt tiny droplets of moisture oozing down between her cuntal lips, the panty silk trapping them like dewdrops on a spider's web.
His middle finger teased her wetly pantied cuntal slit as his head bobbed back and forth over her naked breasts, his tongue slithering snake-like over her unprotected flesh. God, it was all over now! She knew she could resist no longer. She could feel his middle finger poised at the entrance to her vagina, and then slowly, ever so slowly pushing her panty silk in between her hungrily clutching pussy lips. Jesus, she couldn't fight him now. She had to do whatever he wanted, just for relief from the crazy delicious ache between her legs. It wasn't time yet to accept a man's penis up into her vagina, but still she trembled at the idea.
Suddenly the eager sucking of her breast ceased and Marcel propped himself up on the bed over her on his elbows.
"Now you are ready," he said.
Linda closed her eyes and lay back flat against the mattress, her body pulsing with lustful desire, and yet she couldn't let him fuck her now ... It was still too early.
"No, Marcel, I can't, not yet," she gasped, her rounded breasts heaving voluptuously as she sought for air.
"No, it is not what you think. It is something new for you," he chuckled. "Something we will both enjoy."
With that, he stripped his shirt off and maneuvered himself down toward her feet. Spreading her nylon-sheathed legs apart on either side of him, he moved up in between her thighs and ran his hands in lewd anticipation over her lacy white garter snaps.
"W ... what are you doing, Marcel?" Linda asked innocently as she pushed herself up on her arms to watch the cagey Frenchman.
What the hell do you think he's doin'? Tex Barnes growled mentally from the doorway. He's gonna suck your pussy. And in spite of his jealousy, the bulky Texan found himself consciously egging the Frenchman on. Goddamn, this was one hell of a show all right.
After he had satisfied himself with the look and feel of the young secretary's pantied thighs, Marcel curled his fingers into the waistband of Linda's panties and rolled them down off her unresisting legs, tossing them haphazardly behind him. Then he glided her legs persuasively apart as she gazed at him in a semi-hypnotic trance.
At last, she knew what he., was going to do. He was going to lick and suck her helpless young cunt, stick his tongue deep inside her vagina and fuck her that way! God, she'd heard about things like this but never believed it would happen to her. Her body stiffened at the thought of unknown penetration into her loins, and she could feel the warm rush of his breath on her nakedly exposed pussy flesh.
She tilted her head back and clenched her eyes tightly shut, and suddenly the words poured from her mouth.
"Suck me!" she pleaded. "Suck my cunt!"
Bending forward, Marcel eagerly pressed his lips against the hotly quivering flesh of her belly. The warm wet contact sent a chill of electricity rippling up her spine, and she reached forward with her hands to lock her fingers in his hair.
Suddenly he dropped his lips to the garter-framed "vee" of her pussy and spread apart the moisture-drenched lips with his thumbs, as he flicked his tongue quickly up into the flowering wet slit of her vagina.
Linda squirmed from his tormenting touch. God, there was no turning back now, though she hadn't expected anything as obscene as this ... it felt too good to be real.
As for Marcel, he was determined to show this young American girl everything he knew. He wanted to see her innocent body bucking and writhing beneath him, begging for his cock ... not just tonight but every night she was here on vacation. He was the teacher, and class was about to begin.
Linda's tongue circled her lips as tiny pleasure-pangs of excitement surged up and down her spine. What would Lou Stevenson think of her now? she wondered ... but this was no time to think of Lou as Marcel's thumbs gently teased the lips of her vagina slowly apart. As they spread wider before his eyes, a deep groan burst from the Frenchman's chest and his tongue suddenly thrust into the soft moist cavity of her cunt.
Her body bucked, a soulful moan escaping from her throat, and her buttocks ground hard against his face in response to the tickling assault on her secret flesh.
"OH GOD! OOOOOOOOOOH, YOUR TONGUE!" she gasped, still not believing anything this indecent could feel so good. Her head was up off the mattress now, her eyes wide open and fastened on Marcel's face buried obscenely between her stocking-clad legs.
His cool self-control had vanished, until now his head was bobbing up and down in greedy feast of her loins, his tongue mingling with the hot juices of her cunt, sending spasms of delight throughout her quivering body.
The Texas millionaire's cock pounded crazily in his pants as he witnessed the incredible spectacle unfolding in the room before him. Damn, he couldn't believe she was being tongue-fucked by this skinny Frenchman. Go to it, you bastard, he found him urging his rival on in spite of his jealousy. His grip on the door jam tightened as he saw Linda's legs suddenly kick out wide and up, her feet pointing toward the ceiling. Jesus, that kid was really getting to her now!
"OOOOOOOOOOH! SUCK ME!" Linda suddenly cried, driven mad by the hotly snaking tongue inside her cunt. Digging her fingers tight into Marcel's scalp, she jerked his face even harder against her vagina.
His tongue probed deeper, his eyes wide open and staring at the contortions of lust on her face. She was his now, his to do anything he wanted with.
Linda squirmed and mewled in response to the delicious inroads he was making in her nakedly spasming pussy. God, it was all so obscene! Here she was, thousands of miles away from her parents, writhing and squirming on a hotel bed as a handsome foreigner, a total stranger, drove his tongue maddeningly in and out of her pussy.
Marcel's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued his savage tongue thrusts. He could see her red hair thrashing from side to side, her whitely rounded breasts quivering, her hips grinding harder against his face and he knew that she had surrendered. If he wanted it, he could have her begging for his cock. But not yet ... He would save that for tomorrow or the next day. Now he was going to suck her pussy until the hot juices deep inside burst forth and flooded around his pistoning tongue. He was going to suck and lick her helpless pussy until she screamed for mercy ... and then some!
Linda's body writhed with desire in spite of the obscene thing being done to her. Closing her eyes tight, she bared her lips back over her teeth, while her buttocks churned and bucked crazily against the mattress.
"Yesssss, yessss, lick my cunt!" she hissed as his tongue rippled inside her wetly lubricated pussy. Lewd gurgling noises spewed from her throat as she pulled frantically at his hair, and her belly quivered with need.
"Goddamn," Tex Barnes rasped. "She's the horniest virgin I ever did see." He was practically cumming in his pants just watching this salacious spectacle. As his eyes feasted on the dimly lit scene, he saw her legs suddenly kick out and up again on either side of Marcel's shoulders, dangling loosely in the air as she jerked her hips hard against his face.
Gritting her teeth, she threw her head back, the veins in her neck bulging like steel rods. Her cuntal lips palpitated madly with each violent stab of his scorching tongue, her body bucking in wild abandon.
"Deeper, deeper!" she begged him. "Stick it in deeper." She could hardly believe it was her own voice groaning lewd encouragement as her body twisted and squirmed beneath him. God, she was going to cum any second, she could feel it deep inside her belly. Suddenly, her legs locked tightly around his head, and a soul-searing maon erupting from her throat.
"AAAAAAAAAAGH, GOD, I'M CUMMING, CUMMMMMMMING!" she wailed deliriously.
Marcel thrust his hands down between her body and the mattress and gripped her hotly churning buttocks, holding her loins tightly against his face. He stretched his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, until he could swear it was going to come loose from the roots. It was halfway to her belly now, bathing in the steaming juices of her pussy as her cuntal lips clasped and unclasped wildly around it in orgasmic fury.
He could feel her body twitch, her feet locking savagely behind his head until he could almost feel himself choking, and then it happened. She gasped, digging her fingers hard into his scalp. Her legs suddenly untangled and splayed out wide, her toes curling down into the mattress.
She groaned like a wounded animal, and her body began to buck and twitch spasmically as his tongue stabbed deep up inside the hotly wet walls of her vagina. Suddenly the dam burst. The fiery liquid of her loins spewed down around his obscenely pistoning tongue and trickled out along the insides of her quivering thighs. She jerked, gasping for air, then jerked again, her pelvis twitching as his tongue flicked rhythmically in and out of her seething pussy.
God, it felt so good, so wonderful, the young secretary thought to herself. Why had she waited so long for something like this to happen. Only now she knew she would never be able to stop. She wanted more, more, wanted his penis deep inside her belly, wanted to be skewered on it, but, no, that would have to wait ... As she gasped for air, her legs fell out to the sides and collapsed on the bed. At last she felt satisfied, and her body relaxed limply on the bed as her new French lover withdrew his head from between her legs.
Goddamn, Tex Barnes swore to himself as he clicked Linda's door quietly shut. That frog practically screwed my woman ... but he hasn't quite made it yet! Nope, she was still a virgin, still waiting to be despoiled, and that was a job old Tex was going to take care of himself.
He lingered a moment, listening to the sounds of the two of them getting dressed and kissing each other goodbye. Then, on tiptoe, he crept toward his suite of rooms at the end of the hall. Hell, he had to figure some way of getting to this young secretary before that puny Frenchman did. After all, his pride was at stake. Tex Barnes wasn't going to let anybody get the best of him.
CHAPTER FIVE
When we entered his own suite, the Texan found Natalie waiting up for him, her shoulders covered in a white fur wrap, but her body otherwise naked except for tight-fitting dark pantyhose that clung seductively to her long shapely legs. She was holding a long-stemmed martini glass in one hand, and a coy smile played over her face as she spread her arms over the back cushions of the divan.
"Tex, darling, what have you been doing?" she murmured, fluttering her eyelids with calculated intent.
Tex did not reply, but merely removed the key to room 314 from his pocket and bounced it up and down in his hand.
"So that's it," the fashion-model cooed. "You've been looking in on your young virgin. Really Tex, I can't understand this thing you have about teenagers."
"Lookin' was all I did," the millionaire retorted. "And Ah'm not the kind that-likes to stand around and look."
"Poor Tex," Natalie cooed, raising the martini glass to her lips as he approached her. "If only little Natalie could help you."
Tex headed toward the bar across from where she was sitting and poured himself a Jack Daniels, then turned to her.
"As a matter-of-fact, you can help poor ole Tex," he said.
"Oh?" Natalie said, raising her eyebrows. She waited for him to come sit next to her, stirring the liquor around in his glass.
"Yes-sireeee," he said, sitting down. "It seems the young missee has taken up with one o' them Frenchies, but of course, if I know my frogs right, it wouldn't be hard to set this feller off course, you get what I mean?"
Natalie twirled her necklace, knowing full what Tex Barnes was implying.
"I see you want to draw me into the picture."
"Yer damn right. You're my bait, and I'm gonna hook me a nice little fish."
"Really, Tex," Natalie objected mockingly, "If I had a conscience, I wouldn't go for this at all."
Tex smiled slyly at her, his thick fingers slipping under her necklace.
"Pearls," he said. "How would you like a li'l ole diamond necklace instead."
"Why, Tex, I'd be flattered," she responded, pecking him on the cheek.
"All right, then, let's get to work. You got one horny boy here."
Natalie had learned her cues well, and now she threw off her fur wrap, and quickly slipped out of her dress, then she knelt between the Texan's legs, which he spread invitingly open. With a self-assured smile on her red parted lips, she pulled down his zipper and searched out the thick bulbous shaft of his cock inside, bringing it out into the open air.
"Ummmmh," she cooed. "It's so hard, you naughty boy."
"Harder than a lollipop," Tex chuckled. "Now start suckin."
As she gripped his pulsating head with her fingertips, he thrust his loins forward. A moment later she circled her lips voluptuously around it.
"That's it, baby, suck it good!" he moaned, tangling his hands in her thick dark hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. The lewd vision of her cock-filled face made his loins tense and jerk with excitement. Hell, she was no virgin, but she sure knew how to suck cock.
Her dark eyes glanced quickly up at him and then she twirled her tongue against the moist blood-filled head of his penis.
Tex could feel his cock growing harder by the second, and he smiled as he saw its red-flushed length sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth. Almost all of it seemed to disappear down her throat with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed, glistening, as it protruded from between her clasping lips.
Her tongue, with a tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the bulbous head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He gazed down, watching the pink inner-flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his hot penile shaft as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the obscene task with all her concentration. Her full-mounded breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back against the couch and pretending for a moment that she was the virginal young redhead whose lewd foolings-around he had just witnessed down the hall. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming his cock deep in her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way into her tonsils when he did get her, and that wouldn't be long either.
"Harder, harder!" he grunted as the fashion model slaved nakedly between his legs, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her skin. His cock felt like it was filled with dynamite and ready to explode at any second. He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing and not heeding her protesting mumble in his search for release from the sweet torture that was building in his belly, until all at once he felt the white-hot stream begin deep in his balls and race madly up the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth. His cock jerked in a wild staccato beat that flooded her mouth with gust after gust of his boiling sperm, spurting deep into her throat as her Adam's apple lurched crazily to keep up with it.
"Suck, suck!" he commanded her as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep up into her cum-flooded mouth.
With one last soul-rending groan, he emptied the last of his sperm between her swollen lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every drop from his spurting glans.
Slowly, his deflating penis relaxed in her mouth. Tex let his arms fall lax to his sides in total sexual exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. Natalie collapsed over his thigh with his saliva-soaked cock still clasped within her wetly warm mouth.
"One diamond necklace," she murmured at last.
"Not yet," Tex barked. "That all depends on whether my plan works out."
Gruffly he shoved her out from between his legs and headed toward the bedroom. Hell, a blow job from Natalie was no big thing. After all, she was nothing more than a common gold-digger. The one he really wanted was Linda Beach, Miss Young Virgin Secretary of the Year. Only then would he be completely satisfied.
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The following evening, Linda met Marcel for dinner in the hotel dining room. Radiant from her experience of the night before, she felt a new self-confidence. The people from the tour group no longer made her feel uneasy or jealous, and for the first time, the world was hers. But she knew that last night had simply been a foretaste of what was to come! And she didn't care. All the hang-ups and restraints of her conscience had almost instantly evaporated until now she was completely ready to surrender her virginity but not without teasing her newfound lover a little first!
"Tell me, Marcel, what do you have in store for me tonight?" she bantered.
The Frenchman chuckled at her directness, or had she meant what he thought she meant?
"Tonight we do something very quiet, something intimate."
"Quiet? Oh, but Marcel, I'm not in the mood for peace and quiet. Remember you told me yourself it was my vacation and I should do what I want. I want you to show me everything in Paris."
"Everything? But I will be very tired."
"Too bad. I want to go dancing all night."
Ah, she was clever, this one, Marcel thought. She was teasing him, he knew that much ... but he sensed also that she was ready to give him what he desired. It was always like that with these American girls who came to Paris for short vacations. Still, he would have to take her somewhere tonight, in spite of his exhaustion, and as he turned over some reasonably-priced possibilities in his mind a tall leathery Texan sauntered over toward their table and made his presence known.
"Howdy, young folks," Tex Barnes grinned, introducing himself to Marcel. "Y'all havin' a good time here in gay Par-ee, Ah hope?"
"Just wonderful," Linda smiled up at him, sensing that he was in a harmless mood now.
"Ah missed you last night," he commented. "Ah suppose y'all are too tuckered out to go and paint the town red."
"Oh not at all, I'm still raring to go," Linda said. "I think Marcel's the one who's tired.
Tex checked the grin he felt coming over his face and tried to keep a serious expression. Hell, you oughta be tired, you young squirt, he thought to himself ... after the way you were foolin' around with my prize virgin last night.
"Ah got a little proposal, then," he continued slyly, but with a deceptively humble expression on his face. "What say we head out to a special place I know right after dinner?"
The young secretary glanced over at Marcel and saw him give a neutral shrug of his shoulders, but then she thought to herself, why not? After all, Tex was bound to pay for everything, and nothing too dangerous could happen in a public place, especially with Marcel accompanying her. Besides, she was feeling a little guilty about the way she'd been avoiding her unwanted suitor.
"I'd love to," Linda said finally, giving her escort a wistful look, which was just enough to turn the trick. The young Frenchman rallied gallantly to the challenge and gave his consent.
"Yes, of course," he said suavely. "I will be glad to go."
"Good, good!" Tex exclaimed gleefully as he clapped the Frenchman on the shoulder. "And don't y'all worry about a thing, ya hear? This is my treat."
"Oh, Tex, that's marvelous of you ... " Linda said, hoping he wouldn't change his mind later.
"Yes-siree, Tex Barnes is gonna show y'all a real good time," he winked. With a tip of his ten-gallon hat, he headed back toward his own table and Natalie, joyful thoughts running through his head.
"Good time" was right, he chuckled. Everybody was gonna have a downright good time. He couldn't wait to see Marcel's eyes bug out when good ole Natalie started getting friendly with him and as for himself, well, it would take a team of horses to keep him away from that sweet young redhead named Linda!
After dessert, Tex and Natalie joined the young couple for coffee and cognac, and by nine-thirty they were ready to set off for a very special private club which Tex had learned about on one of his previous trips and had kept all to himself. It was a pretty posh place, and as for the floor show ... well, seeing was believing.
Outside the hotel he hailed a taxi, and gave the driver directions in French, much to Marcel's surprise.
"Ah, but I didn't know you speak French," he exclaimed.
"Tex isn't as dumb as he looks," Natalie remarked with the slightest trace of sarcasm. "He just has certain strange hang-ups."
Now what in the world did she mean by that? Linda wondered, but she didn't bother to ask. Instead she remained silent and observed the night sights of Paris as the cab whizzed along, heading out of the city.
Some minutes later, on a quiet road some distance from Paris, the taxi pulled up to the massive iron gate of what looked like a large secluded house, and Tex instructed the driver to blink his headlights twice. Automatically the gate opened, and the cab proceeded along a tree-lined serpentine driveway.
"Where are we?" Linda asked, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the place, and growing slightly alarmed at the loneliness of the area.
"You'll see in a minute," the millionaire Texan said as he stepped out to pay the driver. "It's a special club I belong to."
The group headed up to an imposing bronze door, which was opened by a short fat man wearing a beret and smoking a foul-smelling cigar. From somewhere inside, the muffled thumping of music vibrated outward, but otherwise, there was no indication that this was a private club. It could have been someone's residence.
The doorman ushered them inside to another door, which he opened smilingly as Tex handed him a roll of bills. My God, Linda thought to herself, he must have forked out a hundred dollars or more. Marcel, observing the same thing, shot a quick glance at her with raised eyebrows.
The second door opened now into a lavishly decorated room done in red velvet and gold embroidery. Long low semi-circular couches grouped around tables faced the apron of a stage which protruded part way out from a wall of heavy rich-looking curtains.
The customers seated on these couches seemed to be a mixture of wealthy Frenchmen and equally wealthy foreigners, all accompanied by strikingly attractive young women who would put most of the "Dawn Patrol" females to shame. In fact, Linda noted with satisfaction, they even made a fashion model like Natalie look rather cheap.
"How about a ringside seat, Pierre," Tex said to the doorman who had accompanied them inside. The doorman winked knowingly and led them right up next to the stage to a table where an ice bucket of champagne was already waiting.
"Oh, la la!" Marcel whistled, observing the elegant setting. He was glad he hadn't protested against the generous cowboy's offer tonight. Even on his salary, which was reasonable by French standards, he could never afford something like this. And besides, he was in the company of two beautiful American women, one an attractive but inexperienced young girl, and the other obviously a worldly sophisticate.
Almost as soon as they sat down, a uniformed waiter hurried over to their table, uncorked their champagne and filled their glasses.
"A toast to our delicious young females," Tex said playfully raising his glass. And then, when everyone else had joined him, he added almost under his breath, "And may the best man win."
Now, that was a strange thing to say, Linda thought to herself. Could it possibly be that this rich Texan was still after her a young secretary even when he was in the company of such a sophisticated fashion model? Of course, he had sent her that champagne earlier, and now to her dismay she realized she hadn't even thanked him yet. I'll have to do that the first chance I get, she reminded herself.
At the moment, though, the young girl was preoccupied with the lavish setting she found .herself in. It was more elegant than anything she had ever seen before, and as she glanced about the room she could see the men with their arms around the expensively dressed women, bending close to them to whisper in their ears, the waiters emerging quickly out of the darkness and, with a kind of military precision, refilling half-empty glasses of champagne. God, she thought, even Lou Stevenson would feel like a novice in a club like this. Of course he went to the best restaurants and clubs in Philadelphia, but Philadelphia could never compare to the old-world elegance she was observing tonight.
Her observations were interrupted by a hand sliding along the back of the cushion behind her and curling over the top of her bare shoulder. To her surprise, she realized it belonged to Tex Barnes and not Marcel, and when she glanced over at the Texan she could see he was grinning. In fact, the expression on his face was one she remembered from on the plane when the dirty movie had been playing. It made her shudder slightly, but what could she do now? After all, he was spending a fortune to entertain them tonight, and she did feel somewhat obligated. Nevertheless she tensed slightly and turned in Marcel's direction to get his attention. Nothing doing, for Marcel was now deep in conversation with the sultry fashion model, laughing gaily as he refilled her glass from the champagne bottle in the bucket. What's more, she could see Natalie's hand resting ever so slightly on his shoulder, her finger rings flashing conspicuously even in the room's dim lighting ... something obviously wasn't right. Could it be that Tex and Natalie were conspiring in some way? But for what?
The young secretary's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a spotlight beamed down on the center of the small stage and a hushed whisper fell over the audience. A handsome dark-haired man in a formal dinner jacket bounded briskly up on the stage, trailing a microphone cord after him like a long whip, and began his announcement in a rapid stream of French. Then he repeated the words in English.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present a special treat for your enjoyment tonight. Straight from the Orient, and without further ado, our hostess of the evening, Madame Lola!"
Multicolored footlights blinked on around the stage apron, and a moment later the heavy velvet curtains drew slowly apart, revealing a bedroom set with a large double bed at the center. A small dressing table was located to one side and a large mirror stood near it. As Linda stared ahead, anticipating what was going to happen, Tex refilled her champagne glass.
"Drink up," he laughed. "There's plenty more where that came from." Linda raised her glass to her lips to fortify herself for what was going to come. She knew it would be a striptease show of some kind, and knowing Tex Barnes, she expected it to be rather explicit.
As a record somewhere offstage played a long loud drum roll, a dark-haired oriental girl appeared from the wings and made her way over to the bed. She was clad in a tight-fitting long black dress that accentuated the proud uplift of her full voluptuous breasts and wide-flaring hips. With a coy, teasing smile on her lips, she strolled closer to the bed and began slowly stripping her clothes off.
After unzipping the dress in the back, she raised the hem slowly upwards over her long curvaceous legs, exposing her shear black nylon stockings and the long black garter straps that held them in place.
Linda could hear murmurs of increased interest as the dress moved slowly up over the girl's head and her full-breasted torso emerged into view. Teasingly she undid her brassiere, next slid it down over her arms and let it flutter to the floor, revealing her lushly-rounded breasts. They quivered under the shimmering lights, her nipples rising to hard little rosy points.
She was nearly naked now, protected only by her long black hose, high heels and the thin band of her lace-trimmed bikini panties. Turning so that her back was to the audience, she drew the flimsy panties down over her ripely rounded hips, down over her thighs and calves, and then stepped out of them. Then she stretched and yawned luxuriously, turning to the audience to expose her lushly tanned nakedness.
Linda fidgeted nervously in her seat ... this was too much like what had happened on the plane to be comfortable. But when she reached over toward Marcel for moral support, she found that he had moved away from her, edging off in the direction of the jewel-bedecked fashion model, who was smiling ever so sweetly at him.
Damn her, Linda cursed to herself. She was making a play for Marcel and Marcel was letting her, which was even worse. Well, two could play that game, and as the idea flashed through her mind she nestled a bit closer to Tex, who clasped his hand even tighter around her shoulder. This could be dangerous, she warned herself, if she let it go too far, but after all, it was just a harmless little game to make Marcel jealous. Tex certainly couldn't get out of hand in a public place like this.
In spite of her noticing the little intrigue between Marcel and Natalie, Linda's attention quickly returned to the stage where the shapely oriental girl was now lying on the bed massaging her naked breasts in tiny teasing circles. Tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness, she slithered her legs lewdly open and closed over the sheets, exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs. Her feet were pointed out at the audience, and as her legs splayed open, her buttocks were visibly churning down against the mattress, as though she were trying to bury herself in it.
Savage desire glinted in her eyes and seeing this along with the rest of the audience, Linda squirmed in her seat as Tex's fingertips began wandering lightly up and down along her arm. Reaching forward with his free hand he refilled her champagne glass, shooting her a sly smile and watching delightedly as she raised it to her lips to drink freely.
The old bubbly was starting to work, all right he noticed, and so was his little plot with Natalie. As he glanced past Linda he could see the model's long elegant fingers massaging the back of the Frenchman's neck. Hell, he thought, no frog could resist anything like that.
Onstage the oriental girl began writhing around even more lasciviously on the bed, as though being attacked by some unseen lover. Both her hands were running hungrily over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing across her flat brown belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" of her soft black down-covered vagina. She groaned at the sudden contact of her hands with the moistly seeping slit between her legs, and pulled her knees up tight, her toes curled down onto the mattress. Then suddenly she kicked her black-stockinged legs out and up, and with a deeper groan let her thighs fall apart, exposing to the excited onlookers the pinkly glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled teasingly to her soft pussy lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness inside was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened in sensual plea. The undulating half-moons of her buttocks glimmered in the stage light, divided by the deep hot crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysteriously inviting below the dark-haired girl's swollen cuntal lips.
Linda gasped in embarrassed disbelief as the oriental girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pinkness of her pussy, stroking her tiny bud-like clitoris, which was just barely visible. At the same time, Linda felt Tex's hand slip down around her waist now, and his breathing became noticeably heavier. She was afraid to look at him, equally afraid to glance over at Marcel, and so she remained immobile, mesmerized by the sensuous movements of the girl on the stage bed as she lewdly worked her middle finger in between the throbbing pink edges of her cunt, slowly widening its tiny mouth. The finger glided hypnotically in and out between the slippery desired-inflamed lips. Her legs jackknifed back, knees against her breasts, and her softly rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungrily palpitating folds of her cunt. They disappeared with a soft little sucking noise, a moan of pleasure escaping from her lips.
A wave of panic surged through Linda's body. God, this was as bad as what had happened on the plane, and she desperately wanted to escape, but Tex's hand curled tightly around her belly and forced her back down onto her seat. Helplessly, she glanced over at Marcel and tugged at the tail of his suit-coat. There was no response, though, and she could see why. Natalie's hand was cradling his head, her long manicured fingernails wandering up and down the back of his neck.
Damn them both, the young redhead wanted to cry out, but she felt completely helpless, so helpless she could feel the tears brimming to her eyes. She should have known that Marcel was just another handsome gigolo, that he didn't really care for her at all. There was nothing she could do now but turn her eyes back to the stage, where the salacious spectacle had already reached a fever pitch. The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tight as she writhed against her own obscenely driving fingers, grunts of pleasure foaming out from her throat as her fingers sank deep into the tight pink opening, making moist wet sucking noises as they skewered her welcoming cunt. Her face was red, straining for climax, and she groaned in frustration as she thrust her fingers harder and harder. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair whipping from shoulder to shoulder. Still she tried, her fingers beating a savage staccato rhythm against her lewdly spread loins, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, a huge Negro man entered from offstage. He was completely naked except for a gold sequined jock strap that swathed his enormous loins, and his rippling muscles glistened frighteningly in the stage light. He strutted to the edge of the bed and grinned fiercely down at the writhing young woman, his white teeth flashing like fangs. He lingered for a moment glaring lustfully at her, and then he began to slide the jock-strap down over his massive hips.
The dark-skinned penis that emerged was bigger than anything Linda had ever imagined, and the young secretary's eyes riveted on it in utter fascination. Jutting out from between his powerful legs like a guided missile, it was pointing right at Linda, and she gasped in fear-tinged amazement. It looked as though any minute it was going to rocket forward straight at her.
"My God!" she found herself gasping involuntarily, much to Tex's amusement.
The thickly quivering shaft bobbed lewdly in the air with the pounding of the black-man's blood. Threaded with sinew and vein, it swung out above the huge sac of his sperm-bloated testicles. God, Linda wondered, how could the girl on the bed ever take something so big, so powerful up between her legs? But in spite of the depraved obscenity about to take place, she watched in hypnotic fascination.
She could feel Tex's hand on her thigh now, making its way toward the hem of her dress, but her concentration was so focused on the stage that she did not even bother to protest. In fact, she could feel the first droplets of excited moisture seeping slowly down between the hotly tingling lips of her pussy and out into the silken crotch band of her panties.
Slowly the mammoth Negro mounted the bed, climbing up behind the lust-driven woman who had turned around and offered her buttocks fearlessly to him, grinding them in a lewdly inviting circle. The Negro, on his knees, gripped her thighs at the top, his powerful black hands contrasting lewdly with her softly pale voluptuous flesh. Then he bent his head low and moved it up until it was only inches behind the glistening wet "vee" of her thighs. His tongue jerked out suddenly, making her body jolt forward as he made contact with her already desire-moistened pussy lips. He grinned lewdly, and then uttering a low menacing groan, thrust his face tight up against her loins from the back, his tongue spreading the pinkly throbbing opening of her cunt like a knife cutting butter. He began a quick in-and-out rhythm in simulation of fucking as she mewled and jerked on the bed, supporting herself on all fours.
Linda shuddered with chills of lewd fascination, and at the same time memories of what Marcel had done to her the previous night flooded through her mind. God, it had been nothing like this. And yet she could feel her body trembling with excitement, the moisture seeping out even more freely now from her seething vagina.
Suddenly the oriental girl began to moan and chant in a savagely quickening rhythm, her head flailing wildly from side to side, her buttocks churning back against the tongue that flicked maddeningly up inside her pussy.
Linda heard an unexpected groan beside her and watched disbelievingly as Marcel planted a passionate kiss on Natalie's sensually parted lips and began sliding the hem of her dress up over her long smooth legs. Damn him, couldn't he at least be discrete about it! How could he be doing this to her after what she had given him last night, after she had let him strip her naked and thrust his tongue up inside her vagina just the way the man on stage was doing now? God, how she hated him ... and that ... that horrible bitch!
As the young secretary glanced quickly around the room in search of the exit, she could see there was more than one obscene spectacle taking place in the club. All around her couples were wrapped in passionate embrace, the men with their hands thrust lewdly up under the women's dresses luridly massaging their pussies, the women, some of them half-undressed, with their hands rubbing obscenely up and down in between the men's legs ... God, it was the charter flight all over again!
The alarmed redhead's body tensed as she desperately sought a way to leave, but at that moment a chorus of excited gasps arose from the audience, and she turned her head back to the stage.
The oriental girl had now arched her body like a jackknife up off the bed, her head still pressed face-down on the mattress, her dark lustruous hair flaring out in a fan-like pattern over the sheet. The supple muscles of her legs were tense with expectation, and her rounded buttocks quivered invitingly high in the air.
Rising dramatically to his feet, the muscular man gripped her hips with his thick fingers spread web-like and dark on her skin. His cock throbbed with the urgency of his lust, and kept him poised a dozen blood-hardened inches away from her.
Now as the spotlight focused intensely on his bobbing shaft, Linda could see every darkly palpitating inch. She gazed at the thickly trembling rod of flesh swelling upward from the sperm-bloated sac of his testicles to the grotesque, mushroom-like cock-head, at the sinuous veins that jumped and pulsed like jungle snakes, and the tautly stretched flesh that looked as though it would burst any minute from the pressure inside.
As the oriental girl braced herself, her body quivering with the effort, the black man thrust his large thumbs in between her legs from behind and spread apart the moistly yearning opening of her vagina below. Then slowly, as the entire audience gasped in awe he began to slide his mammoth lust-bloated member deep into her eagerly waiting pussy. A shattering wail rent the air as the girl pressed her face harder down into the mattress in lewd acceptance of his gargantuan intrusion into her loins. Her long black hair swirled over the sheets as though it were being sucked into a whirlpool, and then she broke out into a series of gasping grunts, grinding her buttocks back against the mammoth cock that was so obscenely skewering her cunt.
With each twist she made, the lust-quivering member sank slightly deeper inside her, the black man's fingers twisting convulsively into her wide-flaring hips. Then with one desperate thrust he jerked his pelvis suddenly forward.
"AAAAAIIIIIYhhh!" the amber-skinned oriental gasped, as the thick rod of flesh slammed deep into her belly with a loud sucking noise.
Linda jerked reflexively in her seat, as though this lust-inciting rape were happening to her, and impulsively she grasped Tex's knee, her fingers digging into it as though holding on for dear life.
"That's one hell of a big feller, ain't it?" Barnes commented, his glazing eyes fixed on the lewd scene.
Under the glare of the lights, the black man's glistening muscles quivered tremendously, and he began brutally driving his lewdly bloated penis in and out of the kneeling girl's ravaged pussy, his hard muscular belly slamming into her buttocks with a loud resonant slap on every forward thrust. He withdrew his blood-flaring shaft slowly, the pink wet folds of her vagina clinging to it in protest, unwillingly yielding up its sperm-charged length. Then he slithered forward with a wet rush until he was sunk to the hilt once again, his hairy balls swinging loosely below her wet dark pubic hair. A wild moan of desire tore itself from the girl's throat as she began to move rhythmically backward to meet his violent thrusts. And now his hands locked around her waist and grabbed her belly beneath, brutally massaging her voluptuous flesh, her face turned sideways toward the incredulous audience, and they could see the full effect this lustful fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture, her stiff-nippled breasts dancing tautly below, jogging into the mattress with each thrust.
Linda's breath was coming in tight gasps, and she felt a burning sensation in her belly that was growing stronger by the second. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm close room. The heat from the aroused audience acted as a giant furnace, and she could feel a thin stream of sweat running from her navel down her belly to her pubic hair. Its slow teasing trail caused her to squirm against the couch cushion, rubbing the edges sensuously against the moist hair-lined flanges of her warmly throbbing pussy. Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies around her, and another trickle ran maddeningly down between the cleavage of her full firm breasts. Unexpectedly she felt Tex's hand sliding up above her knee, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her short dress, but she was paralyzed. There was no way she could push him away as she watched in horrified fascination the frenzied spectacle onstage.
The oriental girl had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting obscene encouragement to the handsome black behind her. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to fire his boiling cum way up into her feverishly aching cunt. She wanted to be filled with his sperm, and that was all that mattered.
She was no longer human but a quivering mass of lust-deranged female flesh that begged to be subjugated. Rivulets of sweat rippled over her jackknifed body, glistening in the lights of the stage, and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs.
Her whole body worked and strained to meet every deep thrust into her loins, and now her head twisted with greater frenzy from side to side, her long dark hair churning on the mattress. She was in the throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks back greedily against the black man's deeply penetrating cock. Suddenly she screamed as he jerked forward and his cock began spewing its sperm deep up into her quivering belly. The black man spasmed and twitched in a lewd dance of lust behind her, emptying his fiery cum deep into her vagina in hard sharp jolts, each one more powerful than the last. Seconds later, the thick white liquid foamed out around her side-stretched pussy lips and oozed down the inside of her straining thighs. Then suddenly with a gravelly groan, the Negro pushed hard against her trembling buttocks, his long thick cock emerging slowly from where it had been buried hotly in her belly. The girl gave one last gasp and collapsed straight out on the bed.
Linda felt as though she were going to faint. Her head buzzed, her hands trembled, her palms were cold and sticky. But she realized with horror that she had actually enjoyed the obscene spectacle. And that was the cause of the terrible sensations she was experiencing now. Oh God, no! The force of her conscience was now rushing over her again. She had to get out of here now, before Tex Barnes tried anything funny.
But when the house lights suddenly came back on, and Linda glanced over in Marcel's direction, she found his half on the couch empty. He and Natalie had disappeared! Oh God, what was she going to do now?
CHAPTER SIX
One diamond necklace from Carrier's, the tall sensuous model thought to herself as she fitted the key in the door of Tex Barnes's suite. Not that she needed any more jewelry than she was wearing now ... it was the thought of the investment that counted.
Marcel, who was hovering close behind her, turned and looked over his shoulder down the hallway somewhat sheepishly.
"But this is the same floor as..."
That innocent little virgin, Natalie completed the sentence in her mind and then smiled sweetly, flashing a row of even white teeth.
"Why Marcel, I'm surprised at you," she sniffed. "I thought Frenchmen were daring..."
The insult to his ego was enough to make the young man forget his hesitation. And besides, how could he resist such a sensual creature as this brunette ... especially when she seemed so willing? The young American secretary was sure to forget his disloyalty soon enough, anyway.
Inside, Natalie flicked on the light, revealing a spacious elegantly furnished room. In one corner stood a walnut-paneled bar, in the opposite corner a luxurious divan and chairs that looked as though they might have come from the time of Louis XIV. Heavy wooden doors led to the bedrooms off the main foyer.
"You mean this is all yours," Marcel remarked disbelievingly.
"Not exactly, darling," Natalie purred as she shed her wrap and casually draped it half-on and half-off the divan. "You might say Tex has been letting me share his den."
"Ah, but he will be angry, no, when he comes in..."
"Now, darling, really, you mustn't concern yourself with such little details."
With that, Natalie ran her fingers playfully over his shoulder and slinked off toward the bar.
"Marcel, dear, have a seat, will you, and make yourself at home while Natalie fixes you an American martini."
As the young Frenchman complied, the scheming fashion model shot a quick glance at her watch. In exactly an hour Tex Barnes and his precious little virgin would be walking through the door, so she'd better work fast to make the scene look as exciting as possible for them ... that is, if she wanted the Cartier diamond necklace, which of course she did. After all, diamonds were a girl's best friend...
"Here you are, my young Latin lover," she cooed as she presented the drink to Marcel and a moment later took a seat on the divan, crossing her long slender legs so that a goodly portion showed through the side slit of her dress. There was no use wasting time, she thought to herself ... she had better get him going now.
"Tell me, Marcel," she purred, eyeing him seductively. "What do you like best about me?"
"That is very hard to say. You are a beautiful woman."
"Really, you are so dull. Pick something ... is it my breasts?" .
Marcel, overwhelmed by the older woman's directness, gazed at the deep inviting cleavage between her ripely high-set breasts, seductively exposed by the plunging neckline of her black evening gown.
"Yes, they are ... How you say? ... not bad..."
"Oh, but my legs are the best, don't you think, Marcel darling? I have such long, wonderful legs. Wouldn't you like to feel them, wrapped around you like a giant snake."
"Ah yes, like a snake. I would like that," he laughed, not knowing what to make of her.
"I'll bet you really don't know how long they are? They're much longer than you think. Here, I'll show you."
With that, she grasped his wrist and pulled him forward placing his fingertips at her ankles and then gliding them slowly and tantalizingly upward over her dark, tight-fitting stockings.
"Oh yes, there's still more," she whispered as she guided his hand back and forth over her smooth legs and then deeper up past the thigh-high slit of her dress. Yes, that's a good boy, you're doing fine, she thought as she brought him into contact with the naked flesh above the top of her stocking. His hand then glided up toward the panty-covered mound of her pussy on its own.
"Aha, you're wearing jewelry up there," Marcel said, feeling something metal around her there.
"Yes, dear, Natalie wears jewelry all over her body. Would you like to see her gems?"
Without waiting for his answer, the statuesque model rose from the divan and began unzipping her gown as the young Frenchman watched with a delighted smile on his face. She let the garment drop casually to her feet and then put her hands on her hips in a mock pout.
"Come, Marcel, my sweet," she cooed. "You're not going to let poor Natalie take all her clothes off while you're sitting there nice and cozy, are you?"
Marcel downed the rest of his drink, let out an appreciative sigh, and hurriedly began stripping his own clothes off. He could not believe that such a beautiful elegant woman had invited him up to a hotel room and was now boldly seducing him like this, but he was not about to question anything. By the time he was stark naked, she was standing several feet in front of the couch facing him, clad only in her luxurious jewelry, the clean-shaven mound of her cunt taunting him like a pearl. Thin gold necklaces dangled around her neck, row on row downward to the swell of her mouth-watering breasts. And her waist was adorned with another thin gold chain, one end of which came up from behind, between her pink-flushed pussy lips and locked on the part coiling her waist like a modern-day chastity belt. Her fists doubled and planted firmly on her hips added more gold to the picture ... the thick gold bracelets that cuffed her wrists. She looked like an Aztec goddess, a tall sensuous female that belonged to another world, and he approached her in a practically hypnotic state, his cock swollen hard and thick, jutting out from between his legs like a pointed pole.
Natalie glanced down at her watch even as the mesmerized young Frenchman was approaching her. Fifteen minutes had passed. Forty-Five minutes left. Everything was going according to plan.
Taking command of the situation, she pointed to an elegant velvet-covered foot stool in front of one of the chairs by the divan. It was a low curved piece of furniture, and Marcel readily brought it over to her, his eyes riveted on her lithe voluptuous body. She seated herself on it like a queen assuming a throne and spread her long, supple legs slowly apart. He could see everything now, her smooth white pussy mound with its ribbon of gold chains running through it, her rich seductive breasts, the long dark hair that flowed over her shoulders in a thick cascade. God, he was going to cum any second just looking at her!
More than anything, Marcel wanted to shove his cock deep inside her hairless pink cunt and have her legs wrap tight around his body like a coiled snake. Merde, he could feel it now!
Slowly, reverently, he approached, his cock quivering with desire, his loins trembling with lust. Most of the American girls he had seduced were naive young secretaries or college girls eager for sexual experience, but Natalie was a sophisticated fashion model who could teach him things, who knew how to make every move count, who could bleed him dry of every last ounce of sperm that raged wildly inside his body. God, how he wanted her!
"No, Marcel, not yet, it's not time yet," she teased him as he walked up in between her legs. "Come around to the other side."
Contrary to her command, the hopelessly aroused Frenchman remained in place for a long moment staring agape at her startlingly voluptuous figure, her legs spread wide, her soft belly curving backward over the foot stool, her arms spread apart on the other side to support herself, her face tilted back her whole lust-inciting body seemingly covered with thin gold chains.
"Come, Marcel," she urged him. "Come around here and sit on my face."
like a zombie, he obeyed and knelt down on the other side of her shoulders, facing her uplifted belly, his cock extending inches above her face.
"Now bend forward," she ordered.
His hands reached out to support himself on the foot stool and as he did so he could feel her ripely ovaled lips closing in a warm wet pressure around the very tip of his blood-inflamed cock.
"Ah, you are driving me crazy!" he gasped.
"That's the idea, Marcel, my dear," Natalie whispered up from in between his thighs, removing her lips from his penis for a few torturing seconds. "Now start sucking me, and we'll both suck together."
Hardly believing his ears, Marcel bent forward and tugged at the gold chain swathing her loins, but try as he might he couldn't gain full access to the furrowed slit of her vagina half-hidden beneath.
"But it does not come off," he protested in frustration.
"You must find the secret my darling, and then I will suck you ... suck you until you can't stand it any longer."
He could hear her laughing uproariously now, and he struggled mightily with the gold framework, tugging the waist chain down over her hips, but it would not budge. And then he realized it was a puzzle like the Turkish marriage rings he had seen. He would have to discover how it worked and then unravel it without using force. Frantically, he set to work between her legs, as her belly quivered with laughter.
"Hurry, hurry, Marcel," she chided him. "I can't wait forever to suck your cock."
Just to tease him, she nibbled at his stiffly aroused member once again, this time flicking her tongue into the tiny end slit, making his body jerk with uncontrolled delight. He seized the gold waistlet, desperately desiring to tear it away from her loins, but controlled himself and set to work again. It was like a complicated key ring. He would have to find the expertly disguised slit where he could slip one link free from the rest.
God, this woman was torturing him, torturing him as no one else had ever done before, but the young Frenchman was determined to unlock the secret of her voluptuous loins and thrust his tongue hungrily up inside her seething pussy, as she in turn sucked his cock to orgasm.
"Hurry, Marcel, hurry," Natalie whispered, breathing heavily, her long hair sweeping from side to side on the thickly padded carpeting as she lay backward over the foot stool. Frantically, his fingers played with the chain until . finally he found the secret and began slipping one link free ... it was half-way there, but not quite ... Oh God, how she was killing him.
"Yes, yes, Marcel," she breathed, half-laughing to herself as she blew hotly against the sensitive sac of his desire-bloated testicles. She could see the underside of his body quivering with desire and felt the first droplets of moisture seeping warmly from between her pussy lips.
Men ... they were all alike, she thought ... they only respond when you teased them, but the funny thing was she found even herself responding now. Yes, she would like his young stiff French cock up inside her pussy. It would be good fun tonight.
"Quick! Quick!" she gasped, breathing heavily for effect, and watching his penis throb stiffly as he desperately sought to undo the chain around her waist. It was almost there ... just a few more notches. She could feel his fingers fumbling wildly, and to urge him on she flicked out her tongue, licking lewdly at the underside of his blood-swollen hardness and bringing a groan of lust from his throat.
Marcel gave one final jerk at the golden chain and sighed in relief as it broke free. At last! Now her cunt was open to him, and he was going to suck it until she couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the chain apart until the loose ends dangled helplessly between her long elegant thighs, and then he dipped his head forward, supporting himself with his arms on either side of the foot stool.
Suddenly she tilted her legs back, keeping them spread wide but pointing them up toward the ceiling, the softly parted mouth of her pussy presented itself up to him like a gift. As his body pulsed with uncontrollable desire, he flicked his tongue out against her pinkly glistening slit. She groaned below, pushed herself up on her arms again, and clasping his cock tightly with her lips, sucked it full into her mouth this time.
The young Frenchman's pelvis spasmed, and his hips twitched, driving it deeper into her throat.
"Suck me, suck me!" he hissed into the desire-moistened warmth of her pussy. And then he flicked his tongue into the open flower of her cunt, twirling it around inside, savoring the succulent juices of her loins until her belly bucked up against his chin, and her whole body began to dance in a salaciously obscene rhythm. Her legs, which had been waving suspended in the air suddenly clamped tightly around his neck, forcing his tongue deeper into her loins.
He sucked like a madman, driving frantically in and out of the frenziedly clamping pussy, mingling his saliva with the hot juices from deep inside her belly.
"Suck suck!" she hissed as she bent her stork-like neck forward and sucked his cock even deeper into her throat. Her tongue swirled around the thick lust-bloated head as her eyes fixed on his buttocks above, working and churning as he thrust his body forward. He would be ready any minute, she thought to herself. She could feel the thick staff of flesh growing harder and harder by the second, filling her mouth as her cheeks puffed and hollowed sucking it for everything it was worth and then suddenly slowing down ... No, she had to control him now, there were still twenty minutes left and she couldn't let him cum yet ... not until Tex and his little Philadelphia virgin walked in the room.
Slowly Natalie slid snake-like out from under his spread legs, withdrawing her lust-wetted cunt from his lips and leaving his cock jutting obscenely out from between his legs.
"Come Marcel, we're ready now," she purred. The timing was just about perfect. As she spread her legs out to the very edges of the stool, he sat down facing her and draped her thighs up over his knees.
"Now, you're going to see how long my lovely legs are," she murmured in his ear. "I'm going to wrap them all around you ... you'll like that, won't you?"
"Yes," Marcel groaned, gazing down between their lewdly locked bodies. "I will fuck you very nice."
* * *
The sex show had been over for some twenty minutes now, but Linda still sat on the couch next to Tex as he refilled her champagne glass for what must have been the sixth time. She was drunk now, and there was no denying it even to herself. The funny part of it was that Tex seemed less lecherous than before.
"You know why I like you?" he growled drunkenly.
"Tell me, Tex," Linda slurred. "I'm glad somebody-likes me anyway."
"I like you because you're a virgin, that's why I like you."
"Who told you I was a virgin?" Linda asked, trying to focus her glazed eyes on him. She was feeling so light and merry now that nothing she said mattered any more.
"I can tell, that's all, I can just tell."
"Well, I'm sick and tired of being a virgin. I've been a virgin long enough."
Tex even in his inebriated state looked properly shocked by the remark.
"Well, you coulda fixed that long ago, except then Tex wouldn't make eyes at ya, like he's doin' now."
"I planned to fix that long ago," Linda retorted sharply. "Except Marcel left me."
"Now don't ya'll worry yourself none," Tex sympathized, slapping her on the knee. "We'll take care o' that there Marcel feller."
"I'll take care of him all right," Linda said drunkenly, guzzling the last of her champagne. "I'll scratch his eyes out. I mean I would if I could find him anywhere."
"Well, I may just be able to help ya," Tex said slyly. "Come on let's us head back to the hotel."
Linda, who was feeling very woozy now, did not object as the millionaire assisted her up off the seat and led her toward the exit. She was so drunk she was almost seeing double.
"Where is he?" she demanded. "Take me to him. I'm tired of being treated like everybody's kid sister..."
"Don't worry," Tex reassured her, "when you get back to my suite you won't feel like anybody's kid sister, I'll guarantee that."
Outside he hailed a cab stationed among many in the parking lot just in front of the club. It was almost three in the morning, but the vigorous millionaire was just beginning to feel his oats.
Hell, the evening hadn't even started yet, as far as he was concerned.
* * *
Back at the hotel suite, Natalie clenched her legs tightly around the young naked Frenchman perched on the foot stool with her, her gold chains dangling as she did so. Reaching upward, she circled her hands around his neck and pulled him toward her.
"Suck my breasts, Marcel dear," she whispered. "And that way we'll get nice and cozy."
He stretched torturously toward her, clamping his lips firmly around the lushly quivering mound of her breast. His tongue darted out at her tiny desire-stiffened nipple, and he sucked it slowly into his mouth.
"Ummmh, that's sooooo nice," Natalie purred like a kitten, rubbing her cunt lewdly up and down against the base of his lust-throbbing cock.
"Now, put it inside," he gasped, sweating with desire.
"Oh no, Marcel, not yet, but very soon. Yes, very soon we will do that."
And as the words hissed from her sensual lips, she grasped his penis with one hand, propping herself up with the other. Her fingers circled around his thickly pulsating cock-head, and then moved cat-like down to the base until they curled themselves under his testicles and began massaging with a feather-light pressure. He jerked further forward, halfway off the stool now, and clamped his lips even more tightly over her nipple. Hungrily he sucked the little bud deep into his mouth, biting and licking in turn at the soft white ripeness of her breast. His cock quivered above her navel, waiting impatiently to penetrate the depths of her passion-inflamed pussy. Wrap your legs around me tighter he wanted to scream. Oh God, I need to fuck you now.
But Natalie merely glanced at her watch and noted the time.
"Are you ready?" she said at last, when the young Frenchman's cock felt about to break in two. "Are you ready to fuck my pussy?"
"Yes, yessssss!" Marcel groaned. He had been ready for an eternity, and now it was finally going to happen. Her legs seized him in a vise-like hold, and she reached up to guide his blood-engorged shaft up into the hungry little furrow of her cunt. Her pelvis inched forward until the rubbery head of his penis was inserted just inside the narrow moist slit between her pussy lips.
"Ummmmh, that's nice isn't it?" she purred. "You want more of that don't you?"
"Yes," Marcel groaned. "Give me more." He knew he could wait no longer now, and impulsively he grabbed the multiple strands of her necklace and yanked fiercely on them. Her body jerked up toward him, and her cunt expanded easily around his cock as her hips churned ferociously against his loins.
At last he was fucking her, he thought as his cock throbbed mightily inside her raging cunt, expanding the hot moist inner walls until they spasmed involuntarily.
Gripping the backs of his knees she shoved her pelvis tight against his thickly skewering shaft, making his body tremble with mad desire. Her long neck arched up swan-like from the floor and her arms stretched out on either side of her for support. She locked her feet tightly together and spurred him on with her naked heels as though he were a racehorse coming into home stretch. Marcel gripped her hips below him, digging his fingers cruelly into her soft white flesh. As he gazed down between her legs, he could see her soft pink cunt lips quivering firmly around his embedded cock, sucking him like a second mouth. She was begging him now, she was all his to do with whatever he wanted.
He slipped his hands down between the foot stool and her buttocks, digging his fingers tightly into her resilient ass-flesh and grinding her pelvis against his fiercely pistoning cock. It slid in between her hot little cuntal lips as she groaned with increasing lust and began to undulate her hips in a slow sensual rocking rhythm.
Marcel shoved forward, and then groaned as her cunt sucked his cock in with ferocious pressure. His fingers separated her ass-cheeks and then he drove his middle finger into her unprotected anus, making her belly twitch and spasm in frenzied abandon. He quickened the pace now, his stiffly throbbing shaft ramming in and out of her sucking vagina in lewd machine-like rhythm, while he watched her lust-contorted face. Her feet, jabbed and spurred into his back, driving him deeper and deeper inside her quivering hot belly.
Never in his life had the experienced young Frenchman fucked anyone like this, someone so savagely afire and mad with passion. God, was he going to cum! He was going to blow his cum all the way up through her belly to her breasts!
"Faster, faster!" he urged, as beads of sweat crawled over his tensed-up muscles.
Neither one of them heard the door to the suite being opened or the gasp of shocked surprise.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're taking me to your hotel room, aren't you?" Linda mumbled drunkenly, with Tex's arm firmly hooked through hers.
"Ah'll drop ya off here," the husky oil man volunteered, knowing the young secretary would never accept as they passed her own room.
"No, no," Linda protested, "I want to find Marcel, and then I'm going to tear him into little bits and pieces."
"That ain't very charitable," Tex assured her. "We better get up on our tippy-toes, then.
Linda carelessly kicked off her shoes in the hallway and wavered after the Texan to the door of his suite, quieting down immediately as he made a shushing gesture with his finger to his lips. He was at the doorway now, cupping his ear against it as he pretended to listen intently, even though he heard exactly what he had expected to hear.
Good, he thought to himself, Natalie was doing her job ail right. He could hear the agonized grunts and groans rumbling from inside the room, a sure sign that the two of them were fucking like a pair of mountain goats.
"What's going on in there?" Linda demanded, drawing up close to Tex and leaning on his shoulder.
"Well, it looks like we found 'em all right," the millionaire said, feigning anger. "Put yer ear against the door and take a listen." Linda did as he said, cupping her ear to the door as she had seen Tex do, and she was greeted with the same lewd sounds he had heard, only they were louder now ... obscene grunting and groaning sounds that could mean only one thing.
"So that's what Marcel's doing," the young secretary slurred loudly. "Open the door immediately I want to catch him right in the act."
Grinning, Tex put the key in the lock and gave it a quick turn throwing the door open as if to surprise the intruders inside. The sight hit Linda like a fist in the stomach. It was almost as erotic as the performance on stage at the club-Natalie, her long sinewy legs wrapped around Marcel's naked back in a powerful scissors-grip, leaning backwards from a foot stool and supporting herself with her arms on the carpet below her. Marcel in a sitting position with his hands gripped around the sultry model's golden waist chain, pulling fiercely on it, was driving her loins against his thrusting cock as his buttocks wriggled and churned on the velvet-padded foot stool.
"Damn you, damn you, Marcel!" Linda screamed at her French boyfriend, moving toward him. He glanced at her quickly, conscious only of some sort of interruption, and then turned back to the writhing fashion model so lewdly impaled on his cock, thrusting into her in longer, more powerful strokes as her body undulated snake-like with desire.
Tex intercepted the young secretary before she reached the obscenely twined couple, and pulled her away with a tight grip on her wrist.
"Now, honey chile, ain't nothin' we can do about that. Let's just you and me go into the bedroom and have ourselves a good time."
"No," she hissed vehemently, trying to break away from him, but it wasn't prudishness that caused her retort this time. It was just plain animal rage. She was sick and tired of always losing out. Already she had lost Lou Stevenson by not going far enough with him, and now she was losing Marcel to the charms of this uninhibited brunette gold digger. But this time, she decided in a split second, she was going to win. She was going to enjoy herself now, come hell or high-water, for now, even through the liquor-inspired haze that clouded her vision she could see the rapturous expressions on their faces, the way their bodies twisted and undulated nakedly against each other. She could almost feel a man's blood-hardened cock inside her own quivering belly, thrusting hard and driving her wild with desire. Enough was enough! She could stand the torture of being a virgin no longer! She was going to let Tex Barnes fuck her, and she was going to enjoy it with a vengeance. And she was even going to suck his cock, suck it and lick it until neither one of them could stand it any longer!
"Come on," the millionaire urged, giving the fuming redhead a quick tug. "Let's get into that bedroom. I been waitin' for this for a long time."
"We're not going into the bedroom," Linda snapped, her eyes glinting with rage. "We're going to fuck in here right in front of their eyes. Now take your clothes off immediately."
"Whoo-pee!" Tex yelled tossing his ten-gallon hat up in the air. His big leathery hands tore at his silver-buckled belt and ripped it loose, while at the same time Linda began sliding out of her cocktail dress, her eyes fixed on the lewdly coupled pair on the foot stool.
Natalie's elongated torso quivered and rippled as she slammed her pussy up against the Frenchman's pulsating cock. Her breasts heaved and jiggled, her swollen dart-like nipples growing stiffer by the second. Tightening her scissors-grip around Marcel's waist, her thigh muscles stood out in sensually sculpted relief, and the hot inner flesh of her cunt oozed and melted around his madly pumping cock.
"Stick it in harder," she raved through clenched teeth, her face contorted with lust, her golden chains dancing around her neck and waist.
"Aaaaaaugh!" he grunted, twisting his hips and driving in deeper until the obscenely wet sluicing sound from the fashion model's cunt lips was driving Linda crazy.
The young secretary's body quivered with lust-maddened sensations as she stood there watching. She had been bombarded by so many depraved scenes on her trip to Europe that she hardly knew what to think anymore. She only knew that all the restraints of her conscience had disappeared and she was at last going to abandon herself to the carnal desires firing her belly. Hurriedly she stripped off her brassiere, her young whitely trembling breasts bursting for,th from their virginal confinement. Then she unhooked her garters and with nervous fingers glided her stockings down off her legs. She was almost naked now except for her thin white panties, but as she hooked her thumbs into the narrow elastic waistband to begin removing then, her concentration returned to Marcel and Natalie.
By this time their savage chorus of grunts and groans had risen to fever pitch. Natalie's black lustrous hair flayed the floor as she bucked her torso up and down on the foot stool. Her mouth was open, her lush red lips twisted and her breasts heaved voluptuously as she gasped for air. Wildly her pelvis bucked and squirmed as her cunt tried desperately to swallow the younger man's raging member. Suddenly a maniacal expression came over Marcel's face and he dug his fingers into the hotly trembling flesh of her buttocks, rising up off the foot stool until he had her in a lewd wheelbarrow position. And now as he withdrew his madly quivering cock to the very entrance of her cuntal lips, she backpedaled with her arms. Suddenly he slammed forward driving his cock deep down into her belly.
"Aaaaaagh! God, my cunt!" she moaned, the cords standing out in relief from the taut skin of her thin neck. He pulled part way out again, his hips twitched, and he rammed hard back up inside her needing cunt. Her pelvis jerked upward spasmodically from the impact, her legs tensing still tighter around his hips.
Linda could see the beads of sweat glistening on the other woman's body, and in spite of her anger at Marcel, the moisture from her own aroused pussy seeped freely down into the narrow crotch band of her panties. God, she was going to show them all in a minute, even this whore of a fashion model! She was going to fuck until her cunt couldn't take any more, until it had swallowed every inch of cock she could find around! But now she watched and waited for the orgasm she knew was going to come soon.
Natalie backpedaled with her arms at each forward thrust of Marcel's cock into her aching pussy. The jangling of her jewelry mingled with the gasping grunts that poured from her lips, and in a second her arms gave out, and Marcel rolled her up and back on her shoulders, clasping his hands tightly together behind the small of her back. Her belly quivered as he pulled her hard up against him until his cock disappeared deep down inside her upturned vagina and only the tangled strands of his pubic hair were visibly mantling her clean-shaven mounds.
"Yesss, yesss now, cum! CUMMM!" she hissed savagely from her upside down position, her cunt lips hotly clasping and unclasping around his stiffly buried cock. Marcel groaned in response, gritting his teeth, and then he could feel the hot-stored sperm bursting from his aching balls, racing the length of his cock and spurting in hot jerking streams from the bulbously throbbing tip. Her eyes bulged out wide, her" thighs spasming with insane frenzy around his waist, as an unearthly high-pitched groan filled the room.
Linda watched in a semi-drunken stupor, waves of unquenchable desire swarming in her belly as Natalie's lithe athletic body bucked out of control. She watched till the very end, until Marcel her boyfriend with a deep sigh withdrew his deflated cock from the older woman's pussy and she released the vise-tight grip of her legs around his waist.
When it was finished, Linda turned to Tex, who had been devoting equal attention to the pre-planned spectacle. Hell, that Natalie could sure put on a show, he thought to himself, but she's been doing it so long, she sure as hell ought to know what it's all about!
Standing in the middle of the room naked except for his cowboy boots and spurs, the hefty Texan hardly noticed the young redheaded secretary slinking toward him. It was only when Linda moved around in front and curled her fingers seductively in his hair that he snapped awake.
"We can do much better than that, can't we, Tex?" she purred, trembling nakedly before him.
"Yer damn right, baby," Tex grinned lustfully. His plan had worked like a charm ... maybe even better. He certainly hadn't expected her to act this aggressive. She must really want his cock now, he figured.
He could feel her hands brushing all over his hairy chest, as she stood in front of him, her lips nibbling at his. Hell, some virgin! She was acting like a real professional tonight, but that wasn't what mattered ... what mattered was that tight little cunt of hers and how he was going to stretch it out with his cock.
With one arm draped around his neck, Linda reached down between Tex's hairy legs and clasped her hands around his soft-skinned testicles.
"Well, I'll be..." Tex gasped.
"Shut up and kiss me," she demanded. Wasting no time, he gripped the lush full mounds of her panty-covered buttocks and pulled her loins up tight against his, the thick naked shaft of his cock slipping hotly between her soft thighs as she stood up on tiptoes. Teasingly she locked her legs tight together, trapping his blood-heavy shaft between as he let out a low groan and thrust his tongue deep inside her invitingly open mouth. He could feel her nipples growing stiff and pointed against his chest, and her thighs squeezing even tighter together. At the same time she was milking his balls with the hand wedged between their bodies. Goddamn, he could even feel that soft wet pussy of hers against the top side of his cock-head. Its stiff thickness nestled against the crotch band of her flimsy bikini panties, pulsing spasmically as though begging to be released.
I've got him now, Linda thought, and I'm going to tease him until he can V stand it Slowly she sank to her knees, gliding her hands softly down his chest and belly, tweaking his nipples with her thumbs along the way as she slid nakedly to the floor.
Tex planted his legs squarely apart and curled his fingers tightly into her tousled auburn hair. Goddamn, he could hardly believe it. She was going to suck him off, and he didn't even have to force her to do it! It was almost too incredible to be true.
Trembling slightly, Linda wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft of male flesh between his legs, hardly believing she was actually capable of doing such a lewd thing. She squeezed the lust-swollen flesh and felt it jump spasmically in her hand. God, for the first time a naked penis, and it was all hers ... hers to do with as she pleased, and no one would ever know. It felt hard and at the same time rubbery, and she gazed up at the thick veins running through its naked length, the bloated balls swaying beneath like the testicles of a bull. She wondered what it would feel like sliding inside her throat. She wondered what it would feel like to swallow it, and she could almost feel his blood-heated member twitching and pulsing deep inside her throat. But what was she waiting for?
Her breasts trembling as she took in a deep gasp of air, the determined young secretary rounded her lips and bent forward, trapping the rubbery head of Tex's cock between them. He jerked like a horse straining at the reins, and his fingers tangled deeper into her long red hair.
"Start sucking, sugar-pie," he commanded, bracing himself for the lewdly exciting sensation he knew would follow.
Her lips parted wider and began sliding inch by inch down the length of his thickly throbbing shaft. She could feel his hugely bulbous glans sliding wetly back along her tongue, the tiny droplets of pre-cum seeping from it to taunt the hungrily gaping cavern of her throat.
The Texan's hips began a slow undulation in front of the kneeling girl's face, sliding his aching hot member slowly in and out of her mouth, guiding it with his large powerful hands.
Marcel recovering his energy, now watched in wide-eyed disbelief what the young American girl was doing. He could hardly believe that she was willingly sucking this cowboy's penis! And then he realized that it was he who had introduced her to the pleasure of sex last night. He had done the work, and now this rich American was reaping the rewards!
Slowly, becoming more incensed by the second, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, his eyes fixed on the secretary's nubile young body. Pleasurable sensations were reawakening in his recently depleted cock once again, and he could hardly wait to put it to use.
Unconscious of the approaching Frenchman, Linda sucked harder on the lust-bloated shaft inside her mouth, running her tongue wetly around the round knobby head flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny end opening. She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment in a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow deep into her throat. Her liquor-fogged mind droned senselessly on, and she reached up to grasp Tex's sinewy buttocks, prying them apart with her fingers and guiding the middle finger of each hand into the tight little crevice in between.
At the same time her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick hot shaft of flesh, sucking to draw out its liquid offering and swallow it down into her tingling belly.
Tex groaned and twisted above her, loud carnal grunts bursting from his mouth. His wide-opened eyes delighted at the lewd spectacle of the innocent young redhead straining at his blood-engorged penis as though it was a lollipop.
Marcel by now had crawled up behind her kneeling body and was planting hot wet kisses along her shivering spine. Ferociously, then, he ripped her panties down to her knees and drew her buttocks apart. He moistened the tip of his middle finger in the secretions flowing copiously from her vagina, and slowly stroked upward toward her tiny anus, his hot breath raking her back like fire from a dragon's mouth. His fingertip circled teasingly around the tight nether ring of her anus and then with a sudden thrust sank deep inside.
"Mffggghhh!" Linda groaned, jerking forward from the unexpected sensation, although she had sensed that Marcel had come to join them. And just at that moment, Tex suddenly shoved his hips harder against her face, making her gag as his massive cock rammed deeper into her throat. Her breath, when she caught it again, came in a great whoosh mixed with mewls of salacious pleasure. God, what had she been missing all her life? This was terrific! She was being impaled from both ends now, and this was only the beginning!
In front of her, Tex's hands suddenly tightened in her tousled red hair, his pelvis jerking wildly as he drove his cock with a desperate fury in and out between her ovaled lips. She could feel his member throbbing hotly against the insides of her cheeks and on her tongue, and she knew this was it. He was going to cum inside her mouth ... and yet she was still a virgin!
Tex groaned above her, holding her flailing head in place with his steel-tight grip. His cock began a sudden crazy jerking motion and began spewing white-hot jets of cum deep into her helpless throat. Linda groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm with the Texan's orgasmic surges. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his pulsating shaft, swirling her tongue around and around the frenziedly palpitating head. She wanted to suck it dry, to suck every last ounce of sperm from his drum-tight testicles. His mad groans of pleasure incited her to even greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity, and she thought it would never end. but finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt of its pungent fluid and stopped.
Tex groaned in exhaustion, realizing too late that he had just ruined his own chances, for Marcel had now positioned himself behind her and was preparing to skewer her loins. Her precious virginity ... was going to be destroyed by this puny 'Frenchman, unless Tex could stop it! But as the alarmed Texan made a move toward his rival, he checked himself.
For now he could see the young Frenchman hoisting up her buttocks until she assumed a position on all fours like a barnyard animal. And as the boy spread her ass-cheeks slowly apart, Tex realized that he was going to take her in the anus. Hell, let him have his fun, Tex thought. He's just gonna get her nice and hot for me.
Flopping down on the carpet, he grinned and gazed up at his sex-crazed virgin. By God, she wasn't running away from anything now!
Even in her confused mind, the redheaded young secretary realized that she was going to be fucked in the ass, but there was no stopping it. She was determined to go all the way now, to experience tonight every obscene act imaginable. Still, she clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together to present a challenge to the amorous Frenchman who had betrayed her once already.
She could feel his hands prying her buttocks apart now, cruelly stretching the cheeks away from each other until she could feel a jet of cool air rushing into the desire-heated crevice between her legs.
Ah, it is so tight. Marcel thought to himself, slithering his middle finger to the very entrance of her naked rectum. He could feel the tiny puckered circle clenching tight in response, but after probing for a moment around the outer edges, he shoved relentlessly forward, sinking his finger in with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Her body jolted forward to escape the sudden pain, and she groaned.
"Aannggghh!" God, he was going to stick his cock in her ass, and she wanted it, wanted its stiffness throbbing murderously inside her! Linda gritted her teeth together, determined to swallow his huge cock in her tiny anus in spite of how he had treated her tonight. She was going to show him what she had to offer she was going to show him and everyone else in the room, too!
Marcel slid his hand around her hips and clasped her belly, pulling her back hard against his loins. His middle finger dug cruelly into her virginal back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned it like a corkscrew in the tight narrow hole.
Enough now, he thought, and suddenly withdrew.
The finger seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to it until it popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her knees wider apart, dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly at the crevice between them, teasing the soft white flesh.
She could feel his hands on her hips now, jerking her back toward him and upward. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the thick carpeting now and her buttocks were high in the air waving behind her as if in open invitation to the lurid ravishment that was about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Come to me," Marcel hissed, his eyes glinting with desire. His hands locked tightly onto her flesh, holding her hips firmly in the air as his madly throbbing cock insinuated itself slowly up between her buttocks.
God, she could never take it without ripping her belly in half, Linda thought suddenly in a panic.
No, No! It couldn't work. She jerked forward to escape but his fingers dug sharper into her naked flesh and pulled her back again. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of her rear passage, and she braced herself for what was going to come, for what she had so madly desired just a moment before.
He pried her buttocks apart again and slowly guided his cock in between until it throbbed against her tight hot ass-cheeks.
"Aaaaaaaugh, fuck my ass!" she cried suddenly, desperate to have it over with, desperate to experience something she feared and yet wanted. She screamed and groaned, her voice echoing through the room, and it spurred Marcel on like a savage beast. He pushed deeper inside her, his cock seeming to vibrate through every fiber of her belly. She felt as though she were being impaled on a red-hot skewer, and her eyes opened wide in amazement. She could feel his coarse pubic hair grinding against her smooth buttocks like steel wool. The fleshy thickness of his blood-hardened cock inched its way slowly forward, and then he suddenly slammed his hips hard into her quivering ass-cheeks.
"Aaaaaaaiyyh!" she groaned, gasping for breath.
But the Frenchman didn't stop. His face contorted with pleasure, he began to saw rhythmically into her nether passage, bringing lust-crazed groans of mingled pain and desire from her contorted lips.
God, how she wanted to swallow his cock inside her anus, how she wanted him to penetrate her belly! Savagely she churned and ground her buttocks back on his lust-inflated member, her long red hair sailing from side to side, as she bucked.
Tex Barnes could stand no more of it. Mustering all his strength, he mounted up on his knees and moved toward the young virgin who was down on all fours in front of Marcel, her panties circling her knees. God, he wasn't just going to stand by and watch any longer ... He was going to fuck her now, stick his cock right up inside that tight little cunt of hers. Brutally, he gripped underneath her armpits and raised Linda up to a kneeling position. As he grabbed her whitely dancing breasts and tweaked her nipples with his thumbs, he knelt up close against her, spreading her legs apart with his thighs so that they formed a widespread "vee" in spite of her hobbling panties.
Marcel, momentarily interrupted by the Texan's sudden intrusion, quickly recovered himself, bending back in an acrobatic position and supporting himself from behind with one hand and with his other hand he reached up and grasped the long locks of Linda's hair and jerked them so that her head tilted backward and her back arched, a sharp cry of pain escaping from her mouth.
God, she was being sandwiched between them, her mind whirled, but nothing mattered any longer ... only the wild delicious sensation of the lust-engorged cock planted deep between her ass-cheeks and the one soon to penetrate her still virginal cunt! Bending back from her knees, she reached down low for the Texan's massively pulsing penis and guided it up in between the tight wet flanges of her pussy. At the same time, Tex squeezed her breasts fiercely in his hands, pumping and milking them with savage ardor. Her body was on fire now, her belly quivering with obscene desire, twitching with each long deliberate thrust Marcel made into her tortured ass-hole. In front, she could feel Tex's thick rubbery cock-head pushing slowly up in between the desire moistened lips of her pussy, and her body writhed in wild abandon.
"Goddamn! Start humpin', baby!" Tex muttered, his eyes on fire with passion. By God, I'm finally fuckin' this innocent little teenager, he reveled. "Now! Now!" he shouted at her. "Start grindin'! " Her eyes clenched tightly shut, her face pointed up toward the ceiling by the pressure of Marcel's savage grip on her hair, Linda spread her legs wider apart stretching the taut band of her panties between her knees.
Oh God, the cock inside her pussy was hard, hard and thick, and it was going to split her apart. Desperately she dug her fingers into Tex's back, her nails piercing his skin until she could feel tiny trickles of blood spurting from under them. At the same time, his frenzied shaft rippled up deeper in between the hotly lubricated walls of her cunt.
"Yooooowwwww," he wailed, tossing his head back, his fingers squeezing her sharp pointed nipples until desperate moans of uncontrollable desire spewed from her throat. This was it! He was going to blow his load deep up inside that soft white belly of hers!
Sending his wild frenzy, Linda began to grind her pelvis up and down on his lewdly impaling cock while at the same time Marcel matched the motions of her gyrating body with his own cock. She was a human sandwich now, trapped in a vise of lust-heated male flesh. She moaned deliriously, her body pumping and bucking like a wild animal, her cunt and ass-hole aching to be satisfied. She jerked and groaned, twisting and undulating as she thrust her hips rhythmically back and forth.
"F ... fuck harder, harder!" she groaned feverishly as Marcel pulled at her hair, and Tex twisted and squeezed her breasts. Her madly aroused cunt clasped and unclasped hungrily around the cock inside her pussy, her belly shaking and quivering out of control as her hips pistoned with sexual fury. Suddenly she tensed, her muscles tightening around the two cocks impaled in her virginal flesh.
"C ... cumm, damn it, cumm!" she wailed, demanding to be filled and fulfilled at last.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Marcel groaned from behind, his eyes rolling, and suddenly his stiffly bloated organ blasted its way free. It leaped like a snake spewing its frothing cum, deep up inside her clenching anus. He gripped and squeezed her buttocks together with merciless pressure as jet after jet of his sperm flooded her ravished rectum, his cock jerking and quivering in. the warmly wet nether depths. Finally a deep groan of ultimate exhaustion rumbled from the young Frenchman's throat and he fell back on the carpet, his cock dangling uselessly between his legs.
Tex knew he had the red-haired secretary all to himself now, just the way he wanted it, and he rocked his buttocks back on his heels levering her body up over his thighs so that her widespread legs momentarily dangled out on either side of him. Then she suddenly wrapped them tight around the small of his back and bent backwards, supporting herself with her arms behind her. Her pelvis undulated ferociously around the cock that was buried to the hilt inside her. Her pussy made loud lewd sucking noises as she pushed hard against him, and now Tex could sense the hot juices of her loins building up pressure inside her.
"I'm c ... cumming, cumming!" she moaned tensely, gritting her teeth and digging her heels fiercely into his back. With a groan from the depths of his chest, Tex threw back his head, and as her tiny cunt lips seized his cock in a maddeningly tight ring of flesh, he suddenly exploded, spewing his white-hot sperm crazily deep inside her quivering belly.
"Ooooooooh, aaaaaughhhhh!" Linda wailed deliriously, twisting and thrashing beneath her Texan lover, her red hair flailing from side to side, the semen gushing geyser-like from Tex's still hotly pistoning cock in her cunt was turning her belly into a bottomless pool of passion. But Jhe Texan was still going strong spitting like a snake, the thick staff of Ids lust-rigid flesh still expanding and contracting inside her until she thought it would spew out of her mouth.
A moment later the hefty Texan released his tight grip on the young secretary's hips and she fell back satiated on the floor. Goddamn, he thought, it was one hell of a fuck into that tight little virginal cunt, and it was only the beginning. He had finally gotten her, and now she would be all his. The "Dawn Patrol" charter flight hadn't let him down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
On her last day in Paris, Linda awoke in a luxurious satin-sheeted bed and gently nudged Tex on the shoulder. He blinked his eyes open and shook his head clear.
"Tex, dear, we've overslept, and we have so much packing to do."
"That's on accounta you," he grumbled good-naturedly. "You don't let me get no sleep anymore." With that, he closed his eyes again and snuggled deep down into the sheets like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
"Tex, dear," the young redhead persisted sweetly, brushing her lips against his cheek. "We're going to miss the plane."
The tired fnillionaire turned over again and grinned broadly at her. "Don't worry about it," he said. "We'll spend a couple of extra days here in gay Par-ee, and then I'll call the states and have them send my plane over!"
"Ooooooh. that will be wonderful darling, won't it?" With that, she pressed tightly up against him and closed her eyes. It was almost noon, but she felt in no hurry at all.
When they finally did get up, Tex would simply order room service and have them bring up anything she liked. He'd turned out to be much pleasanter than she had thought in the beginning, and now that he had promised to take her back to his ranch with him, well, there was nothing to worry about at all.
Oh sure, she would have to tell Lou Stevenson and Mr. Bauer that she wouldn't be working for the law firm any longer, but that wouldn't be any problem. As for her parents, well they might be shocked that she had gone to live with a Texas oil millionaire, but then ever since she'd been thirteen her father had been telling her to find a rich man. Now she had!
She was no longer a naive teenager. In a month she would be twenty, and for a birthday present Tex had promised her a imagine sports car. Of course, he was much older than she was, but he was certainly in fine shape ... hadn't he been proving it in bed every night for a week-and-a-half now?
And besides, living with an oil millionaire would be a lot more fun than pounding away on a typewriter every day. And this was just the beginning...
