"Fuck me, Charles," Rhonda said, twirling in the center of the living room, letting her coat go flying to land on the couch across the room. "Fuck me right now, here on the floor."
The shapely blond sunk to the rug, immediately beginning to undo the snaps on her skirt
"A drink first," Charles said from behind her. He already had the wire mesh off the champagne and had popped the cork
"A drink?" Rhonda laughed, slipping her blouse over her head. "I would have thought we had drunk enough this evening to float the Queen Mary."
"This will be a special drink in private toast to your success this evening," Charles said, bringing with him two tulip glasses full of the bubbling wine.
Rhonda reached up when he reached her and closed her fingers about the swollen bulge at the man's crotch
"Pull out your fat prick" she grinned, "and I'll drink that toast with an ambrosia twice as intoxicating as any liquor."
"You should have written books rather than sculptured statues," Charles grinned, not moving to break contact "You usually have such a way with words."
Rhonda kept her fingers clamped over his concealed cock taking the glass from him with her free hand.
"To your success," Charles said, raising his glass in toast
"Thank you," Rhonda replied.
They both drank
"Such a small sip," Charles chided. "I refuse to get down to fun and games until both our glasses are emptied."
"No sooner said than done," Rhonda replied, the liquid tickling her nose as she swallowed the remaining wine from her glass. She threw the container into the mouth of the fireplace. It shattered in a sunbursting of dazzling splinters.
"I've always wanted to do that," Rhonda smiled.
"Hmmmm," Charles hummed, leaning to put his own emptied glass on the coffee table. As he did so, Rhonda unzipped his pants, reaching through the breach to squeeze the hard cock still concealed beneath the dampness of pre-seminal soaked underpants.
"Take off your clothes," Rhonda instructed. "I want to see that body of yours. I want to have that cock plugged so far up my guts that I choke on it" She released her hold on his penis, rolled back on the rug to pull her skirt down around her legs.
By the time the woman was stripped to her panties and bra, Charles was down to his jockey shorts. The swell of his cock was evident beneath the stretched cotton.
Rhonda surveyed him as an artist would a subject
"Beautiful," she said, scooting so that she was at his feet, her fingers tracing up his thighs. "You must let me do some sketches of you some time." She liked muscular bodies, had always liked them. Charles' well-knit body made her cunt leak in anticipation of the fuck
She got to her knees before him, hooked her hands in the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled. His cock was hard and erected, the falling shorts revealing first the fist-sized corona with its enormous meatus cleaving it into perfectly matching halves and following with inch after inch of the male meat
Rhonda kissed the cockhead, fluttered her lips down the prick's underbelly to its balls as her hands pulled the jockey shorts down to Charles' feet The man stepped out of his underwear.
Rhonda cupped the massive hair-draped balls in her hand, her mouth ovaling to hold the cock's tip entrapped. Her free hand reached behind her back to undo her bra snaps. The containing cups sprung loose, her two large tits bounding to freedom.
She sucked the head of the penis, rolling her tongue to probe the prick's wet mouth. Her hand felt the balls churning within their compacting scrotal bag. She tasted the saltiness of his pre-seminal juices on her lips.
She ceased her sucking, pulled her mouth away, the erected inches of cockshaft bounding back to slap Charles' belly. Rhonda grabbed the pole with her hand, used her hold to pull Charles' body down beside her.
"Fuck me, stud," she said. "Fuck the living shit out of me."
Charles pulled off her panties, hurriedly assuming a position that put his spit-wetted cockhead to the doors of Rhonda's sexual pit The woman immediately let her legs snap up and about the man's waist, her ankles locking in the small of his back Her pelvis bucked upward, cunt's lips parting to swallow penis' head and a good two inches of its neck
"Stick me!" she breathed.
Charles obliged. He leaned all his weight into her body, focusing all his efforts into pounding his shaft up her snatch Her female passage was alive with its natural lubricant The juices aided the penetration. Inch after inch of prick plugged into the hole, vaginal walls stretching further as the greater circumference of the cock's base jabbed the cunt
Rhonda was more than aware of the warmth flooding her guts as a direct result of the stabbing. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably, vaginal walls fluttering around the massive sausage. The fire flamed greater as prick plugged its deepest, hairy balls banging to rest against upturned ass.
"Good," Rhonda breathed. "So goddamn fucking good." She dug her nails into his back, pulled down his face so she could bite his neck
The cock seemed to balloon larger within her, coaxed to new largeness by the vibrating muscles of her cunt Charles began moving his hips, pulling out those inches he had just managed to completely feed up her. The expanse of cock's flesh pulled free of those vaginal lips that reluctantly strived to retain it Cock was slipped out until only its bulbous head was held entrapped. Then Charles gave Rhonda all the inches back again in one violent shove. The pleasure and the pain jettisoned to the woman's body and through it
Charles' fingertips found the hole of Rhonda's ass. He spread the asscheeks with his fingers, jabbed a finger up the asshole. Rhonda's hips heaved upward in futile attempt to pull the ass off the finger. As she heaved upward, Charles only jammed his finger deeper, his cock's roots gummed by cunt's lips.
"Fuck," Rhonda moaned. The double violation of her body was too much. She trembled with a minor orgasm.
Again Charles pulled his cock out to its head, again plugging it back full-depth up sexual pit Like a jack-hammer he gave a quick series of thrust and withdrawals and fucked her, really fucked her, his sagging balls pulling upward to a compact grapefruit-sized mass at the base of his dork.
His finger, still buried up her ass, could feel the workings of his cock up her cunt through the thin, separating membrane. Feeling his own pumping dick added to Charles' own building excitement
He jabbed her frantically harder, harder aware that she was blasting. Her moans came out garbled, her thighs clamping in hard about his waist She jabbed her pelvis into his lower belly, ground her snatch about working cock
Charles continued his humping his hips falling downward to pommel cock up the hole. Rhonda rolled beneath the stabbing, revolving so that the cock churned up her snatch like a pestle in a mortar.
"Harder, you bastard!" Rhonda squealed.
Charles increased the tempo of his fuck varying the angle of penetration so that all areas of her cunt could get the results of his endeavors. His mouth slobbered on her neck His teeth bit her gently.
Rhonda's body worked to return his every thrust, her cries of enjoyment filling the air. The woman felt her mind go black with the pleasure, felt her body afire with the pangs of her desire. In and out, in and out went the piston up her guts. Her innards melted with the friction of his humping, turning to water beneath the onslaught of his prong. Wave after wave washed her, flooded over her body.
Then suddenly she found herself losing all sense of the realities. It was different than just being swallowed by the pleasure. Something else was taking hold of her: and ebony shroud of darkness that was threatening to block out the pleasure with a veil of nothingness. She fought to control the feeling of unconsciousness, knowing that she hadn't had so much to drink that she should pass out in the middle of such a divine fuck
"Charles?" she asked, not knowing why she asked or what he could possibly do for her. "Charles?"
She heard his heavy breathing, the guttural sounds of his verbal proclamation of his upcoming orgasm. Then even it was fading. She felt a pit open up in the floor. She felt herself falling into the void.
Charles knew when she had passed out He could tell by the feel of her body beneath him, but he didn't care. He just kept pumping. He was too far gone to stop now. He was on the brink of his own orgasm. Even the sudden relaxing of her vaginal muscles couldn't keep him from his own moment
He gave a few final frantic pumps of cock into the slot between her legs. Then he blasted his guts through the slit of his pecker, drenching Rhonda's tubes with opaque wetness of his rich sex-cream.
He shoved to completely ensheathe his massive boner up her snatch, kept it pressed there as his cock's lips pulsed out their releasing of his spermal magma.
"Such a performance!" a voice said above him. Knowing it was June who spoke, Charles didn't bother answering immediately. He, instead, let his fuck run out to its natural finish. He let the pleasure drain out of him with his seed until finally he was no longer at the mercy of his passion. Finally he pulled out his dick from its slot It pulled with a mess of his own spermal slime.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
"I've seen better screws," June replied. She had dark, black hair, coral-pink lips, large brown eyes. The neck of her dress revealed the ample cleavage of two large tits. "It took that drug long enough to work You two must have been fucking for fifteen minutes."
"Did it get you all hot and bothered?" Charles asked, grabbing her hand and putting it over his wet and limp cock The girl let her fingers slip to his balls. She grabbed them and squeezed.
"Jesus, you're a sadist," Charles groaned.
The girl released her hold finally, wiping her slime-covered hand clean on Charles' sweaty chest
"And you're too much!" the girl replied. "As taken with you as Miss Matthews was, I should imagine she just might be using you for the Paulings' sculpture."
"You think so?" Charles replied.
"That wasn't really supposed to come out as a compliment," the girl smiled. "I wonder how it managed to do so."
"Jesus, honey, I love you even if you are a bitch."
"Well, I like that"
Charles pulled her to him, kissed her.
"My God, Charles, you're getting another hard-on."
"See what you do to me."
"What"s the word for a male nympho?" June asked. "Satyr," Charles replied. "Whatever it is, you are one."
"I'm just a normal, red-blooded male who actually appreciates a good-looking female when I see one. And, honey, you are one good-looking broad. Wanna fuck?"
"This may come as a shock to you, stud, but that stuff you gave our dear Miss Matthews in her champagne is not going to keep her out forever."
"Who's talking about forever?" Charles asked. "I'll bet I could cum again in less than ten minutes."
"I'll bet you could, too," June commented, "but right now there is a job to be done. You and I are being paid to do it And so far, all we have is one unconscious sculptress naked and cunt leaking your spunk"
"Do you always think of business first?"
"You haven't been with Anita Paulings as long as I have, Mr. Flackus, or you would be paying more attention to business and less to pleasure. Anita would cut those ten inches right from between your legs if she thought they were interfering with your work."
"Interfering with my work? Honey, if it hadn't been for these ten inches, Miss Matthews wouldn't be right there where she is now."
"Any dildo in the trouser legs would have done," June replied. "It wasn't really part of the plan to fuck her."
"What a killjoy," Charles said, going for his clothes. He pulled on his pants, sat on the couch to put on his socks and shoes. "Is everything ready?"
"The car is in the alley. The rug is in the bedroom. You are to roll her in the rug and carry her downstairs in the service elevator. You're to drive out to the lake highway to the old train crossing. Someone will meet you there and take Miss Matthews off your hands."
"Meet me? I thought I was taking her all the way through?"
"There's been a change of plans. Now for God's sake get a move-on," June said, heading for the door. "Where are you going?"
"I have things to do," June answered. "I pray you can take care of this without mother here to supervise."
"I just can't figure out why the change in plans."
"What do you care?" June asked. "You get paid anyway you look at it"
"Now there's a point," Charles shrugged.
"See you later," June said. She opened the door and went into the hallway.
Charles waited for a couple of seconds and went to the door. He opened it and checked the hall June had disappeared. He shut the door again and went back into the apartment to the phone. He dialed a number from memory.
"Powell here," the answer came from the other end. "This is Flackus. There's been a change in plans."
"What kind of change?"
"I'm not taking the Matthews woman all the way through."
"Who is?"
"I don't know. I'm taking her to the old train crossing at Diamond Lake. Someone else is picking her up there."
"Jesus, Flackus, when did this come about."
"As of a couple of seconds ago."
"We'll stake out the rendezvous."
"I've got to go," Charles said.
"Be sure to report any other changes if and when you get the chance."
Charles hung up the phone, went immediately into the bathroom. On the bed was a five-by-six oriental rug. He took it into the living room, unrolled it and positioned Rhonda's body so that he could roll her up in it When he had accomplished what he was doing, he hoisted the rug and its contents over his shoulder and carried it out into the hall
He had gotten safely down the elevator, had gotten the body and rug in the back seat and was starting the motor of the car when June opened the door on the passenger side and got in.
"What in the hell is this?" Charles asked. "I thought you had some thing to take care of."
"I did and I am," June replied.
"What does that mean?"
"How long did you think you could go on with your masquerade?" June asked, pulling a gun outof her purse and aiming it at Charles.
"What kind of a joke is this?"
"Just start the car, copper, and turn right when you hit the street"
"Diamond Lake is the other way."
"We're going to have to disappoint your police friends. I'm afraid there's been yet another change of plans."
"I don't know what you talking about"
"You're not so stupid as to think we wouldn't find out, are you, Charles? You are not dealing with the amateurs. Now do put the car into gear and get it moving. I don't want to but if you make it absolutely necessary, I'll shoot you right here."
CHAPTER TWO
"What I wouldn't give for one piece of candy," Anton said, taking the towel June offered him. He wiped the sweat from his eyes.
"When this is over, you'll be able to buy a chocolate factory," June replied, openly admiring the perfection of the face and body before her. It was almost flawed by its very perfection.
"So, how did your day go today?" Anton asked.
"I killed Charles Flackus," June replied absently, seeing the thick ridge of Anton's cock evident as it dropped down the boy's left pants leg.
"Killed him? Why?"
"He was a policeman," June replied, letting her gaze follow the ridge of cock upward. She took in the boy's muscular belly and chest When she reached his face, she saw the pools of green eyeing her questioningly. She reached out to tousle the dark sable hair that was now damp ringlets on his forehead due to the boy's workout on the gymnastic equipment " He made a few mistakes. I got my orders to eliminate him."
"Just like that you eliminate a cop?" Anton asked with a slight whistle. "Jesus, but this is unbelievable. I can't believe you just nonchalantly said you have killed a man."
"You are sometimes such a child," June said with a sigh, her finger tracing the line of Anton's jaw. "A boy in a man's body."
"Was it hard?" Anton asked. "Killing him, I mean?"
"I pulled a trigger on a revolver," June said. "It was as simple as that"
"Christ!" Anton breathed.
"And now you are suddenly picturing yourself dead in some gutter, aren't you, baby?" June sighed. "You're thinking what a waste that would be all those girls of the world deprived of your looks, body and cock."
"It's just difficult for me to fathom people you taking murder so indifferently. Excuse me, but this is the first time I've really ever been exposed to your type of people."
"And if you play your cards right this is going to be the last time you'll have to expose yourself to my kind of people," June said with a smile. "You'll be twenty years old and a millionaire. With your body and looks, you'll have the world at your feet You'll be able to screw any broad you please."
" If I live long enough"
"You're not having second thoughts, are you, Anton?"
"No," Anton replied. He used the towel to wipe the sweat from beneath one arm. "I'm in it until the end: no matter what that end.
"Good," June said. "I would hate to think that you were getting cold feet at this late date. I'm afraid it would be almost impossible for me to come up with an adequate substitute. We've spent a lot of time getting you into condition. And how are your calves?"
"They're still one eighth of an inch under. But, Christ, June, just an eighth of an inch. Surely that's not going to make any difference."
"But it might," June said. "It would be far easier for you to do some leg exercises and enlarge your calves rather than having that eighth of an inch be your downfall. Do a couple of leg presses, and I'll take a shower with you."
"Couldn't I just skip the leg presses?"
"Do four sets of twelve reps," June said. "An eighth of an inch shouldn't be too difficult to get, should it? If you work especially hard, you might actually get the fraction added on by Friday. I'd also like another half inch or so on your neck."
"You're a slave driver."
"I know what Anita likes," June said, her nail tracing down Anton's neck and over his belly. "This Friday, I'm going to find out if all this work with you has been worth it"
"So, it is this Friday then?"
"Yes, Anita will want Miss Matthews to get busy as soon as possible."
"Do you know who I'm going to have to fuck?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," June replied. Her hand had dropped, her fingertips wandering over Anton's bulged crotch His prick was stirring with the touch "But you do remember the procedure?"
"Left tit, right tit, neck right ear, left ear, et cetera."
"I want you to have it all perfectly memorized, Anton. I want no mistakes. We've both got too much at stake to blow it because of poor preplanning."
"It rather takes the fun out of sex," Anton said, swinging his pelvis forward so that June's fingers could have better access to his groin. "What does a computer know about sex?"
"Plenty," June replied, squeezing the concealed sausage. "You just leave the computer to me. You do your studying like a nice little student and get the procedure letter perfect Because a good grade is going to mean more than straight A's. A lot more.
"And I really have to do those leg presses now?"
"Yes," June replied. "Right now. By the time you're done, I'll be undressed and the water will be running."
"How did I ever get involved in this?" Anton smiled. "Such a sweet kid like myself?"
"You're sweet no longer," June smiled. "Even if you ever were that is. Money corrupts sweetness, Anton. And the amount of money we're talking about has corrupted more sweetness than you ever had."
June pulled her hand away from Anton's crotch, noting with satisfaction that the cock was hard and leaking. The pre-seminal oozings had soaked through jockstrap and gym shorts to leave a dollar-sized spot of dampness.
Anton did his leg presses and headed for the shower. True to her word, June was naked and waiting. She had already turned on the water, the steam from it billowing out of the stall Anton went to her, kissing her before taking off his shoes and socks. June had the biggest pair of knockers Anton had ever seen. They pressed into his naked flesh, the already tauted nipples indenting the muscular hardness of his own chest Her pubic hairs mashed against his wet crotch.
"Such a stud," June said, letting her hands slip along his sides, moving beneath the elastic band of his shorts. "Such a face and body deserving duplication in a work of art" Her hands yanked his trunks downward. The front of them got caught on his erected prick and Anton had to untangle it
Shorts dropped and the huge pecker smashed between their bodies. Their pubic hairs entwined. The sweat on his chest glossed the woman's tits.
June reached a hand between their bellies, grabbing the thickness of his meat She pulled the cock downward as she stood on her toes. She drug the tip of his pecker up and down along the entrance of her snatch. Several times Anton tried to thrust his hips forward and drive his penis home, but each time the angle for proper penetration eluded him.
"Do you want me?" June asked.
"Yes," Anton replied.
"Badly?" June asked.
"Real badly," Anton answered.
"Let's fuck in the shower," June said, giving the boy's cock a squeeze before releasing it
They went into the spray together. June's large tits hung naked and wet before her. She took the soap from the niche in the tile and turned to Anton, her back shielding the boy from the majority of the water.
She lathered her hands until the bubbles oozed between her fingers. She then began to wash Anton's body. She soaped his neck, chest and belly. Then after replacing the soap in its proper slot in the wall, she moved on to better things. With both hands she grabbed the boy's erected stalk of male meat She ran her slippery hands over the stake, letting her fingers pass onward to cover the balls with soap bubbles.
Anton took the soap and began rubbing it and his soapy fingers over June's body. He played with her mounds of tit, teasing the nipples. After awhile he moved his caressing down her belly and between her legs. He felt her pubic hairs, felt for the opening nestled within them. He .found the slit he searched for, slipping his fingers into the vaginal cavity. June took a wider stance to allow further entrance of his fingers. His hand felt good shoved up her snatch.
Anton pushed his fingers deeper, moving them easily back and forth in masturbatory rhythm.
June moved her body closer to his. Her soap-slicked tits glided against his chest Their two bodies caressed, June's nipples leaving trails in the soap smearing Anton's flesh. June's fingers, holding tight to the boy's cock guided the phallus to the target waiting between her legs. Since snatch was still filled with Anton's fingers, the boy pulled his hand free to make room for his prick
Anton groaned out his pleasure as the head of his cock made it through the breach. The feel of all that entering thickness pushed June over into her first orgasm. Her body trembled with the stabbing, the soap bubbling at the snatch like foam flecks at the mouth of a rabid dog. Anton's hands reached behind June's body, cupping the buns of her luscious ass. June's hands, in turn, wrapped Anton's body, felt for and found the globular masses of the youth's muscular butt
June's hips moved against the boy's, feeling the cock stirring in her. Her fingers moved with the heavings of Anton's lower body, her own body responding in direct accompaniment The woman whimpered her pleasure, pressed her cunt lips tightly about the plugging prick
"You fucking stud ! " June whispered as a buck of Anton's hips worked thick tubing up her slot. I'm tempted to keep you for myself."
"I may be good," Anton smiled. "But my fucks would hardly compensate for a million bucks."
"I don't know," June answered, gritting her teeth with the ecstasy of the moment "It comes pretty close to it"
"Compliments will get you everywhere," Anton grinned, feeling June's fingers working for entrance at the pucker of his ass.
The woman's body heaved into another climaxing, the force of her orgasm almost making her lose her footing. She weaved against Anton, depending upon his muscular arms to keep her supported until her moment was done.
Anton held her, his own body hastily rising to its own moment of truth. His throat growled sensuously as his teeth burrowed into the crease of her neck His lush black hair was wet and plastered to his forehead. His body was shiny with the spraying wetness.
"Fuck baby, I'm blasting again," June moaned, her lips opening to emit the sounds of her passion. Her fingers dug into Anton's muscular back her fingers jabbed deep up his butt and twisted there.
Anton's fingers squeezed June's ass, pushing and pulling the spasming cunt over his erected prick The woman's vibrating vaginal muscles trembled violently about the submerged pecker.
June arched her neck the water cascading over her face and running into her mouth and eyes. Her snatch grabbed at Anton's probing hunk of manhood. The cock responded, swelled towards its own climaxing.
Anton bit her neck his hips banging into her body in a series of copulative movement that bruised the flesh at the base of his dick Each inward shove buried his inches totally up her cavity.
June felt the drag of his penis over his clitoris, basking in the pleasure that twisted her innards.
Anton's body stiffened, his ass becoming two solid gloves of stone-like muscle. His balls jerked against the base of his cock His gonads erupted, puked out a series of spermal bullets that splattered hot against her inner vagina. Thick cum draped the prick within the pink interior of pulsating twat
Anton sunk his teeth into the woman's neck, aware that his hips had gone wild with a will of their own.
The blasting sperm flooded her guts and sent June off into another explosion of her own. She joined Anton in his sexual dance, both bodies weaving sensuously in time to the unheard melody of their passion.
CHAPTER THREE
Timothy waved to catch Paula's attention. She saw him, waved reply and began her weave through the tables filled with people who had come to join in the superb lunch and the sun.
"Paula, you're looking exceptionally well," Timothy said, standing to greet her. And he wasn't lying. Her body was tanned an attractive bronze that was set off even further by the cascades of straw blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white dress which was held up solely by her two well-formed tits. Her long and shapely legs, visible from mid thigh downward, attracted more than their share of admiring glances from the male population in the room and not a few slightly jealous stares from the ladies. Paula was the type of woman that was the center of attention wherever she went She had those appealing, almost too cool, aristocratic features.
"Of course I'm looking well" Paula smiled. Her teeth were white against the glossed pink of her lips and the tan of her face. "What did you expect?" She sat down in the chair Timothy pulled out for her. "You're not looking too badly yourself. What brings you to the south of France except me?"
"Just you," Timothy replied. "By the way, I've ordered you a champagne cocktail."
"You have such a good memory for such things."
"Everything about you is easy to remember."
"Such flattery, Timothy," Paula replied. "I can't wait to hear what you want in return for it"
"Now Paula, how is that to act? What could I possibly want from you?"
"Sex for one thing."
"That's hitting rather low."
"Are you still doing that hush-hush work for the government?" Paula asked after the waiter had arrived with her drink.
"And are you still playing actress now that you've become infamous in all the fashionable art circles?"
"I knew you would be tacky enough to bring that up," Paula grinned, sipping her cocktail. "I was merely betting myself on how long it would take you. As I figure it, I lose. You're five minutes later than I'd expected. You've seen the bronze monstrosity?"
"It's being heralded as a masterpiece in its time, you know, don't you?" Timothy commented, taking a healthy swallow out of his own glass.
"That just goes to show you how sick the world is getting," Paula smiled.
"I read about your injunction to keep it out of the showing."
"Everybody did," Paula replied. "Little good it did me."
"You got a lot of publicity out of it"
"You sound like my agent," Paula replied. " He was tickled pink with the way things went"
"Considering the work wasn't even finished, it did very well by pulling in the highest price for the Matthews woman's whole show. I read where it had been sold a month before the actual exhibition."
"Well, I wish whoever had bought it would have had the decency to take it home before it was seen by the public. That whole thing brings back anything but pleasant memories."
"It's rumored that if you had let her finish the piece it would have brought in three times what it did."
"Miss Matthews is lucky that I let her get as far as she did."
"Not that ifs any of my business," Timothy said, "but just what was the disagreement between you two?"
"Let me guess why you're interested,' Paula grinned, sipping her cocktail. "You are writing one of those expose articles for one of those Hollywood gossip rags."
"I'd probably make more money doing that than what I'm doing," Timothy laughed.
"In that case, I'll tell you. Rhonda Matthews is a lesbian."
"That's funny," Timothy said. "I got it from a very good source that she likes men."
"Oh, it all goes back to one's definition of lesbianism, I suppose," Paula said, finishing her drink and asking if she dared have another. Timothy motioned to the waiter, and Paula went on eating, saying, "I know too. Ifs all a matter of preference as far as I'm concerned Rhonda prefers women, I mean, I'm not adverse to rolling in the hay with another woman now and again, but I certainly prefer the real thing rammed up my guts."
The waiter brought them their second round and a menu.
"My God, are you actually treating me to lunch?" Paula asked.
"Sure," Timothy replied. "I'm on an expense account now."
"What kind of an expense account?" Paula grinned. "One that pays for hot dogs of filet?"
" Have anything your little heart desires."
"This all sounds more ominous as it progresses," Paula replied, glancing at Timothy over the top of her menu. "May I ask you just what brought you to this luxurious spa? Surely it wasn't just to hear about my affair with Rhonda Matthews the sculptress laureate."
"It was an affair then?"
"Are you really all that interested?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Paula asked curiously.
"You answer my questions, and then I'll answer some of yours."
"I can't really imagine what you could find of interest with all these sordid details of my private life."
"Was it sordid?"
"I was only joking," Paula laughed. "I'm sure it wasn't as bad as I remember it In the beginning, it was actually kind of fun I mean, it was really something having a sculptress like Rhonda tell the world that I was the epitome of woman incarnate. It was also thrilling when she announced I was going to be the subject of her greatest piece of work to date. I mean, that was really something exciting for the poor little actress that was starring in all those B-movies with bared tits. I'm afraid I let it all go to my head."
"I saw your last movie. It wasn't bad."
"Appointment at the Isthmus? "
"The one where you played the spy. You really surprised a few people in that one. Quite a few of the critics were actually commenting that you could even act"
"I always could act," Paula frowned. "But try telling that to the movie people when you look like I do. They're quite content to let me stand back with one tit bared and leave it at that That's one thing I do have to thank Rhonda for. Appointment at the Isthmus came as a direct result of all the publicity about the piece of sculpture she did. I've even got another good part lined up for fall. They're calling it an Academy Award part already. Of course if you listen to all the people in the industry, every part is award material."
"So, what are you dong until then? Vacationing?"
"Why not?" Paula asked. "I've latched on to this absolute angel with a cock you wouldn't believe. It must be a good ten inches if it's an inch But then you know all about Roger, don't you?"
"I want to thank you for excluding him from our luncheon date."
"That's another bit of a mystery," Paula answered. "Why are you so set against meeting Roger? He's really quite delightful and not adverse to three-ways at all. I actually think you two would hit it off famously."
"Under normal circumstances, I would have been delighted to meet Roger," Timothy commented. "But this, T m afraid is purely business. Well, business aside from the pleasure I get out of seeing you again."
" How can this be business?" Paula asked.
The waiter came and took their orders. Timothy couldn't help smiling as Rhonda went down the list ordering the most expensive dishes she could find. When she was done, she had ordered more than two people could eat let alone one.
"You're going to lose that girlish figure if you eat like this very often," Timothy commented.
"If the U.S. government is picking up the tab, let them pay," Paula laughed. "That bastard Uncle Sam has been getting the best part of my pay check for years."
"If you don't agree to help us," Timothy commented, "I don't know how I'll explain away this lunch bill."
"Help you?" Paula laughed. "Timothy, darling, don't let that last movie of mine go to your head. Little Paula here is not spy material."
"We do need your help," Timothy said, leaning on the edge of the table so that he could lower his voice. " This is very important"
"Are you serious?"
"Quite."
"But how in the hell can I help you?"
"Just how was your break with Rhonda Matthews? I mean, did you leave with bad feelings all the way around?"
"What does Rhonda have to do with all of this."
"She's been kidnapped."
"You must be kidding."
"I'm afraid not She's been kidnapped, and the man we had on her has turned up dead with a bullet hole in his chest"
"I can't believe it," Paula replied. "Who in the hell would want to kidnap Rhonda?"
"You realize that anything I tell you in the next few minutes must be kept in the strictest confidence?"
" I feel like I'm in a movie."
"This is no movie, Paula. It's quite serious business."
"Why me?"
"You were close to Rhonda. Very close as a matter-of-fact You broke off with her not-vice versa More than once she has let drop that she still wants to do a complete sculpture of you."
"None of this is falling into place, Timothy."
"What do you know of the statue Venus and Adonis?"
"By whom? I think there are several."
"By Rhonda Matthews."
"By Rhonda? I know nothing of it Should I?' "You've never seen it then."
"No. Is it an old work?"
"If she had been working on it for say six months, you would have seen it?"
"Of course."
"We couldn't find any record of her having worked on it either. Yet, Anita Paulings has just announced her purchase of it"
"I'm confused, Timothy. What does Anita Paulings' and her munitions millions have to do with any of this?"
"We don't think there is a statue," Timothy said. "Not yet, anyway."
The waiter brought Paula her first course. Since Timothy hadn't ordered soup, Paula began eating without him.
"Want to start from the top again, Timothy?" she asked, tasting the thick delicious green of the oyster puree.
" Ten years ago Anita Paulings announced her purchase of a painting of Venus and Adnois by Raundi Khan. Six months later, she had a showing and dinner for a few select art buffs. You're familiar with the painting?"
"Certainly. Ifs believed to be the last picture he ever painted."
"Six years ago, Anita Paulings announced the purchase of the marble Venus and Adonis by Giessepe Madoni A year later, she showed it to the art public in another fashionable soiree. Are you familiar with the particular piece."
"I see what you may be getting at," Paula said, lying her spoon down on the plate which held her soup bowl. "Two years ago it was another painting. It was another Venus and Adonis, this time by Venzi Ulmo. Another parry last year. Where are all three of those artists today?"
"Disappeared."
"Three brilliant artists disappeared. Anita Paulings lucked out by obtaining the last of their works. Or was it more than luck? It would seem that Anita Paulings patronage is conducive to hasty disappearances by some brilliant people, wouldn't you say? And now Miss Paulings has announced her purchase of the Matthews' bronze, Venus and Adonis.'
"But what you're suggesting is ridiculous. Anita Paulings has so much money she probably bathes in it"
"Do you have any idea what any one of those pieces she's got is worth on the market today?"
"A fortune, I would suspect"
"They're the last ones. Anita Paulings not only has the works but paperwork dated to prove that they're the last of the series. You don't come upon those pieces of art very often even if you do have the Paulings' money. But Anita Paulings now has three."
"And you think she's soon going to have four?"
"All we know is that Rhonda Matthews is missing, and the man we had watching her is dead."
"Why were you even watching her?" Paula asked, not expecting the answer until the waiter had cleared away the soup dish and brought them each a salad.
"Just a hunch by some of the people in Interpol.
Rhonda was really a natural for this. She has been proclaimed a genius in her own time. Her bronzes have given her the equivalent status of a Michelangelo. How many people do you know who sell their unfinished pieces for sums in the six-figure bracket."
"Only one: Rhonda."
"So there you have it That's why we need your help."
"Doing what, Timothy? How can I possibly help you when you don't even know where Rhonda is?"
"We think she's at the Paulings' chateau in Meurberg."
"And what do you want me to do, walk up to the door and ask if Rhonda is being held there?"
"Hardly."
"Can't you search the place?"
"International politics, my dear. Besides that, no one searches the home of someone like the Paulings' unless they are absolutely sure of finding something there. The munitions of the Paulings' factories go to more than a few governments."
"I still don't know how I can possibly be of any help."
"We want you to take a vacation in Meurberg."
"Anita Paulings doesn't know me from Adam, Timothy," Paula replied, pushing her salad to one side after only two small bites.
"Not in the chateau, Paula, in the town. It's quite an upcoming 'in' place now for some of the elite in the European cinema. Your presence there shouldn't look too suspect"
"What happens then?"
"We're hoping they'll come for you."
"Are you finished with your salad, m'am?" the waiter asked, temporarily at their table.
"Yes," Anita replied.
The boy took away their plates. Another one rolled out the main course on a small cart His rather exaggerated performance of preparing and flaming the meat was quite for nothing. Neither Timothy nor Paula was paying much attention to him.
"Why should they come to me?"
"Because with you so close, Rhonda will want to use you to model for the statue."
"That'san awfully long shot, my dear. Besides, what makes you think the work isn't already completed?"
"Another hunch" Timothy replied. "Ifs the going consensus, however, of those of us on this thing that by the time the work is done each time, Miss Paulings is ready for her showing. By that time, ifs already known to the world that the artist has been missing for months. The work has already become something worth the seeing."
" It all sounds confusing and slightly ridiculous."
"Rhonda Matthews' fame partially rests on the fact that she always works from life. If she has to do a statue she'll need models. With you just down the hill, we're hoping she'll insist on using you."
"You forget that Rhonda and I parted on anything but ideal terms. I've made it quite clear to her and to the press that I would never again pose for her. She's past the point of even asking me."
"We're not dealing with people who ask," Timothy replied. "Anyone who kidnaps an artist to get a piece of work is not going to have any qualms about abducting someone that the artist insists will act in making the piece a virtual masterpiece."
"She's probably fallen in love with the broad by now."
"It would have had to have been within the week. Do you know what she said to someone the night of her last show?"
"Dare I ask?"
"She said in reference to the sculpture of you: 'Charles, there is the most perfect woman in the flesh that you would ever hope to see. You'll never find anything more perfect in a lifetime.'"
"This Charles was your contact?"
" He was supposed to drug Rhonda and deliver her to a Paulings' man. We staked out the area, but he never showed. Two days later he was found floating face down in an irrigation ditch."
"And Rhonda?"
"All we know is that a helicopter landed at the Meurberg Chateau one evening last week. Our man said there was a woman on board. It could have been Anita, but we think otherwise."
Paula leaned back in her chair as the waiter placed her plate of meat and vegetables before her with a flourish She thanked him, waited until Timothy had been served and gone through the ritual of the wine opening before she spoke again.
"What if they do kidnap me? What then?"
"We'll be watching you."
"You were watching Rhonda as I recall."
"That's not very polite of you to bring that up," Timothy smiled.
"Do you think they plan to kill her when they're done with her?"
"I would suspect so. Instead of breaking the mold of a piece to insure its being one of a kind, they destroy something more vital-the artist"
"The whole thing sounds like a macabre fairy tale."
"Many people think that people can get away with anything if they have enough money, Paula. We'd like to prove them wrong in this particular instance."
"Admirable."
"But you see the danger in it for yourself, don't you? Well, I'm not going to try and snow you. This is going to be dangerous. We're dealing with a woman who has so much money she has found her own way to keep herself amused. She'll not stop at murdering us all to continue her game. The job Tm asking from you is going to call for a good deal of acting. But unlike most Hollywood producers, I think there's more there than just two tits and a fabulous bod."
"So, we're right back where we began-with the flattery."
"I've got no arguments left," Timothy said, "except that if nothing else, you'll get an expense-paid vacation out of the deal. Are you so successful that you can turn that down?"
"I'd just certainly hate to nip this promising career in the bud," Paula commented, using her fork to play with a piece of meat on her plate. "My agent would just shit if he thought I was thinking of risking his ten percent of this picture scheduled for production this fall by playing Mata Hari in Meurberg."
"You are thinking about it then?"
"I suppose you'd like your answer right away? Knowing you, you've probably come prepared not to let a girl even think about it"
"There's not much time, really," Timothy said. "Rhonda has been missing over a week. She might already have her working models by now."
"And what if Miss Paulings has already chosen her models?"
"We're hoping that Rhonda's chance to use you again will persuade Miss Paulings otherwise"
"I think you're giving me charms I don't have," Paula said, finally raising a piece of meat to her mouth and chewing thoughtfully on it
"Oh, I don't know," Timothy smiled. "If I were Rhonda, I'd do my best to get you back as a model."
"And what, I wonder, do I tell dear Roger? He's afraid, with this private luncheon from which we excluded him, that he's on his way out This was to be our own little vacation, you understand."
"Take him with you if you like," Timothy said. "I'll tell my superiors that those were your conditions. They're desperate for your help, Paula They won't begrudge putting your boyfriend on the expense account with you if you'll only agree to help."
"Can you give me until tomorrow morning?"
"If you'd like."
"I just don't want to jump into it without some thought," Paula said. "You can understand that, can't you."
"Of course."
"Call me early," Paula said. "You know my exchange" They finished eating. Timothy went off to make his report and Paula returned to her hotel. As she suspected, Roger was waiting for her in the room, and he didn't look too happy. He had a sexy way of pouting. He was so much like a child sometimes that she often wondered if she had taken up with him because of her mother instincts. Although come to think of it, she just as quickly rejected that theory. What attracted her to him was that huge sausage between his legs. After four months of putting up with muff banging and rubber dildos with Rhonda, Roger's cock was a welcome respite.
"How was your lunch?" Roger asked.
"Fine," Paula replied.
"It was long enough," Roger commented. He had mixed a whole pitcher of martinis but only poured himself one. " He was an old friend."
"Was he a good fuck."
"Jesus, Roger, you have a dirty mind."
"It never takes us two hours to eat lunch."
"With you I have far better things to do."
"Don't be patronizing."
"Was I being?"
"If it was just a harmless lunch why didn't the bastard want you to bring me along?"
"Since when do I have to make excuses to you for what I do?" Paula asked wearily.
Roger took his martini, left the room. Paula followed him into the bedroom. He wasn't on the bed. He was off in the corner in a chair, sipping out of his martini glass.
"Don't pout, Roger, for Christ's sake," Paula said.
"Tm not pouting."
"What do you call it then."
"I'm meditating. And I'd like to do my meditating alone, if you don't mind."
"Christ!" she said, leaving him to his childishness and going back into the living room. She went to the bar, poured herself a drink out of the full pitcher and went to the record player. She turned it on, sat in a chair and waited. When her glass was empty, she went for a refill. When that drink was gone and Roger was still in the bedroom, Paula went in again.
He was no longer in the chair. He was naked on the bed. His cock was hard, and he was playing with it He stopped when she came in.
"Go back into the living room," Roger said. "You've had yours for the day. The least you can do is let me jack-off in private."
"You're telling me That's what you actually want to do? Lie there and masturbate like some adolescent?"
"Yes."
"I think not," Paula said, setting her empty glass on the dresser and going to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her fingers trail lazily through the hair of his chest "If all you wanted to do was play with yourself, you would have done it far more quickly and expediently in the bathroom."
"I find it difficult to fantasize erotically in the bathroom with my balls propped up on the sink."
"All right, his name was Timothy Powell. He was an old friend of the family, he knew my mother. He was passing through on his way to Cannes. He knew I was here. He knew I was with you. You don't have to be a genius to know what we're doing. He's a member of the old school. He can't quite understand or pretend to understand. It was easier for him to say hello to me without having you there. It was as simple as that Nothing to make a mountain out of."
"You made the mountain," Roger said. "If the goddamn bastard was just a friend of the families, why didn't you just say so."
"Would you have believed it?"
"I don't know."
"Well, That's why I didn't bother. Now, are you going to take care of that hunk of hard flesh or do you want me to do it?"
"I'll take care of it," Roger replied.
"Suit yourself," Paula shrugged, getting up from the bed.
"Paula?" Roger said, reaching a hand up to stop her.
"Change your mind?"
"I'm jealous. Do you blame me?"
"We're not married, Roger."
"I know, but I get jealous anyway. I probably just feel insecure because you're so goddamned beautiful." Paula sat back on the bed.
"You're the beautiful one," Paula said, her fingers again running through the hairs covering the man's muscular chest "A beautiful man with ten inches of the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."
She pried his fingers away from his prick, replacing them with her own She pulled the tubing up from the belly so that it stood perpendicular to the muscular stomach With her other hand she cupped as much of the massive scrotal bag as she could. The excess flesh slipped between her fingers.
Paula leaned her head near the treasure, noting the perfection of it, seeing the fluted flesh turtle necking the base of flared corona The massive shaft bowed from tip to its roots in thick profusion of pubic hair.
She slipped her lips over the head, sliding her mouth further over the tube. Her eyes watched as she fell nearer and nearer his lower belly. Her jaws ached with their stretching to take the mouthful. The cock left a taste of salt on her tongue as it passed. Heart-shaped head of the ram glanced off Paula's palate, arched to penetrate the entrance of the throat. Throat muscles protested briefly to the intrusion. The gag reflex vibrating along the inches of entering prick.
The woman kept her face falling over the meat, mentally counting the inches as they disappeared through her lips to being their descent down her throat She watched the dark wiriness of his pubic forest growing upward to meet her. Her throat and mouth adjusted to the bulk, relaxing to afford it easy entrance.
Paula used her hand to hoist the nuts upward along the shaft of the prick until the still-flaccid scrotal flesh touched her lips. With a continual sucking, the woman vacuumed his testicles into her mouth Her cheeks caved in about the cock and nuts. Once both gonads were secured her face dropped the remaining inches over his manhood. She felt his pubic hairs rough against her skin. Her blond hair fanned out over his belly.
Paula worked her hands beneath Roger's butt, moving so that she was kneeling on the bed between his legs. She used her hold on his asscheeks to elevate his hips closer to her. She let the fingers of one hand sneak into the crease of his butt, the middle finger aligning on the pucker of his anal entrance. The man realized what the woman was about and obligingly wiggled his ass. The fingertip slipped through the guarding sphincters.
Paula swallowed, her throat muscles striving desperately to swallow the entire monster. Contracting throat compressed in about the human bologna, the suction attempting vainly to yank cockflesh from its anchorage and siphon it totally down to the belly. The woman shook her head back and forth working the prick within the spitty confines of her oral cavity.
Robert let his hands come to rest in Paula's blonde hair. His body tensed with the building pressure. His stomach muscles knotted. His anal passage spasmed about the finger still working within it The tip of Paula's finger had found Roger's walnut-sized prostate and was massaging it
Paula began working her head hastily up and down the blood-glutted pole. She slowly increased the momentum of her movements. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down, tongue lashing each and every inch of the phallic obelisk. Her efforts were bringing the man nearer and nearer his own orgasm.
The ecstasy churned in Roger's guts. He closed his eyes, pressing his head into the pillow, revolving his hips in time to Paula's experienced movements. His penis worked her mouth as Paula's finger continued to work his anus.
The cock thickened in her mouth and throat, and throbbed with the pleasure that was tingling it Paula sucked the meat even harder, laboring diligently to siphon to her belly that luscious fluid bulging the man's nuts. She opened her lips, letting the two thoroughly spit-soaked balls slip out They were no longer as flaccid as they had been. The wrinkled flesh moved with its own life as gonads became entrapped by hastily compacting scrotal bag.
There was a fire flaming in his balls, a holocaust that suddenly threatened to swallow up his whole body. He was sweating in his crotch and the crease of his ass. His chest was wet beneath the blanket of hairs.
The muscles in Roger's body bunched even tighter, their swollen rope-like fibers evident as they stretched his flesh His chest was heaving with his labored breathing, his tits erected on the bulges of his muscular pectorals.
Roger groaned, bucked his hips. The upward movement pushed cock up mouth. The downward fell jammed his ass more securely over Paula's fucking finger. The man moaned loudly, a thick trickle of spit exiting the corner of his open mouth and trailing down his chest He screamed out the pleasure of Paula's sucking.
When Roger's balls let loose, Roger's hands automatically jammed Paula's head fully over the exploding barrel that was his prick. The man thrashed on the bed, his body alive with the ecstasy of his releasing.
Paula hungrily swallowed the exploding sperm, her lips ovaled tightly about the base of the dong. Her cheeks ballooned with the deluge and then concaved as she swallowed the ambrosia to her belly. During the height of Roger's eruption, Paula yanked her finger out of his ass. The withdrawal pushed Roger to even greater levels of passion. Paula's fingers squeezed the man's nuts, milking them of the last of their creamy ambrosia.
When it was done Roger collapsed, exhausted his body limp on the bed. Paula reluctantly surrendered the somewhat softened prick. The mass flowed easily back to his belly. The nuts again began to sag, drooping between his thighs.
Paula shifted position on the bed, dragging her tongue up Roger's belly and chest to his face. She kissed him, her lips still damp with his sperm. His eyes were still shut; Paula kissed the right lid.
"Did you know your cum was getting sweeter?"
"Did you know that you're one of the few women I know who can take all of me?"
"No, I didn't," Paula chuckled, "but thanks for letting me know."
"When your mouth is down there, I go absolutely ape-shit"
"My mother told me at an early age that if I wanted to keep a man, I had better learn how to blow him."
"Well, baby, you certainly did your homework."
Paula put her hand on Roger's chest, her ear hearing the beating of the heart within the body. It was still a fast beat, slowed only somewhat from the momentum it had achieved during orgasm.
"You're sweet," Paula whispered.
"Are we back to the taste of my cum?"
"No, this time it was just a personal observation about you."
"You don't know how goddamned mad I was when you hopped off to lunch with that bastard."
"All for nothing," Paula smiled. "He was so old he probably can't even get a hard-on anymore"
"If he couldn't get one with you sitting across the table from him then he's way over the hill"
"Roger, how would you like to go away with me for awhile?"
"I thought that was what we were doing here."
"I want to go someplace else, get away from the bustle."
"Where?"
"Someplace like Meurberg," Paula said. "Where's that?"
"Ifs a little town in Germany. A lot of European film people go there. I thought it might be a little different Would you come with me if I went?"
"Is that an official invite?"
"We could leave tomorrow."
"If you want to go to Meurberg, then we'll go," Roger said, shifting to put his hand so that his fingers could easily reach Paula's tit He squeezed the nipple through the material. "Right now I want to fuck your other hole."
"Your cock is still soft from the last cum," Paula said, her fingers drifting down his belly to heft the now flaccid cock.
"I think we can get it up again, don't you?"
"I think so," Paula replied. Even at that moment she could feel the great worm stirring to life against her palm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anita tried desperately to get caught up in the fuck. She was certainly aware of those inches of prick being swallowed by her cunt But the magic was gone. Gordon had been good, had lasted longer than most of them, but it about looked as if the man's time were about up. Anita would send June out to look for another one. June actually was very good at getting just what Anita wanted in a man. A couple of times, June's pimping had produced an excellent specimen that Anita had almost been tempted to marry. But somehow the flower had faded on all of them. What had begun as a wondrous, gut-shattering fuck had retrogressed into one more ordinary screw. Oh, Gordon's humps hadn't yet reached mediocre, but they certainly had reached the point where it was time to begin scouting for a replacement
Gordon's healthy balls drooped along the strip of dark flesh between Anita's ass and twat His pubic hairs were mashed with hers, his chest flattening Anita's two small but well-formed tits. The man bit the woman's ear, his breathing sounding loudly in Anita's brain He was really becoming caught up in the fuck, his hips rhythmically jamming her sexual pit with his young, large dork.
"Fuck me," Anita whispered, her fingers pulling the dark hair on the boy's head.
The woman's arms wrapped the strong male body, her legs wrapping muscular waist, her heels locking in the small of his back. Vaginal walls caved in like a vise about the pumping prick, the vacuum resulting within the hole causing the meat to be sucked deeper and deeper into the juice-sopped depths of the sexual corridor. The squeezing muscles that lined the vagina massaged the huge prong.
Anita wiggled her hips. There was certainly still pleasure. There was no denying that It was the degree of pleasure that was the disappointing thing. The level of enjoyment had been so much greater the first time this thick cock had been rammed into her. The first times with a man were always the best There was always a special thrill to be derived from the first insertion of a new cock up her cunt
"Hard," Anita whispered in the youth's ear. "Make it hard."
Anita chewed on his ear, knowing that it made the youth excited to hear her breathing. Every time the prick hurriedly jabbed up her twat, Anita licked.
Their bodies stuck with their sweat Cock made weird little noises as it churned within vagina. Female juices were swimming in the interior of the pit, warm fluids that leaked to coat the battling dork.
The boy's nuts tightened in their scrotal bag. His balls were yanked upward to the base of jabbing pecker. Muscles in his body rippled, tightening with the pleasure.
Anita squeezed his body with her arms and legs. His lips drug from Anita's face to her right tit He sucked on the taut nipple he found, not for one instant altering the steady rhythm of cock up twat
Anita's fingers worked the bulged muscles of Gordon's neck. She pressed her head back into the pillow, becoming caught up in the wonder of the pumping. She groaned out her enjoyment, her fingers burrowing into the lush darkness of Gordon's hair. Her cunt basted prick with a new weeping of sexual lubricant The new mess bubbled from the hole, the prick's piston-like motions suctioning the juices from the depths to spill out and bead in the pubic hairs.
Anita let the passions wash over her, trying desperately to make this fuck a memorable one. There was only one thing Anita held above sex in her life, and that was art After art, sex was the one thing the woman lived for. Her whole life had but two motives: the gathering of an art collection to be the envy of all other collectors, the attainment of ultimate sensual satisfaction.
Gordon's tongue lapped the tit, left it as mouth moved back to Anita's lips. He kissed her, his tongue searching through the woman's firm lips. He kissed her harder, his tongue tasting the warmth of the oral cavity. Their spit mingled, was exciting on their tongues.
Anita put her hips in gear, bouncing vagina over humping prick. The hole gulped up the largeness, spit it out, swallowed it up again Sperm-glutted nuts pulsed to capacity, squashed between Gordon's descending body and Anita's upturned ass.
'Tm close, honey," Gordon mumbled.
He always told her. That was her cue. She either gave him the go ahead or told him to slow down. If she were near herself, she would egg him on, scream for him to stick her harder. If her own orgasm wasn't even near, she would whisper for him to slow down Gordon would oblige. That was something which had always been in Gordon's favor. Unlike some of the other studs Anita had brought into her bed, this boy at least had a bit of control. He was also smart enough to realize that it might seem like fun sex that he was involved in, but the fun was really secondary. This was business. Anita was the employer, he was the employee. He was not here to enjoy himself, per se. He was here because he was paid to give this woman pleasure. Anita paid her studs well. They always lasted longer if they remembered their place. Gordon had never forgotten his place. For that Anita would probably give him an exceptionally large parting gift It was only money after all, and Gordon certainly deserved it. It wasn't his fault that she was becoming bored with him. Sooner or later she became bored with them all. That was the reason why art was the number one passion of her life. Anita Paulings had never tired of art, never lost interest in any painting or piece of sculpture. Yet, she had become bored with sex many times.
"Blast, baby," she whispered. "Fill my guts."
Gordon's hips increased their momentum, his mind releasing the go ahead to bring fuck to its grand finale.
As Anita felt her own guts beginning their preparation for their somersaults, she wondered vaguely just what Gordon was before he came to her, just what he would become when he left her. All the times they had been to bed together, Anita had never bothered asking him anything about himself. She really hadn't cared anything about the person, only the enjoyment that person could give her. Knowing that he had worked in a coal mine, or hustled on the streets, or been a letterman in some high school was of what interest after all? It certainly did not make sex any the better or worse. Besides if she let everybody who shared her bed spend time spouting out their life histories, she would have soon found her brain cluttered with mundane facts. It was better to let them know from the beginning that she wasn't paying them for conversation. If she wanted to talk she had people available who talked for a living. What they had to say, while it wasn't usually interesting, was more noteworthy than anything Gordon had to say.
Gordon's nuts, yanked tightly to the root of his prick, were squeezed by the continually wrinkling scrotal bag. The man screamed out his exploding, his guts blasting.
The feel of all that rich spunk suddenly washing her tubes sent Anita off into her own orgasm. She wiggled on the bed, her body stuck on the exploding stake of male flesh Gob after gob of Gordon's jism spouted out of his penis to pool with the vagina. The fluids twirled about his exploding column, washing phallic mass in the man's own hotness.
The woman scratched Gordon's back, her fingers squeezing the bunched muscles in response to the pleasure. Gordon's hips continued their pumping, jack-hammering even more frantically as balls erupted their thick storehouse of pearly sperm.
Then it was over, the pleasure gone. Anita waited patiently for Gordon to pull away. The boy was breathing heavily atop her, his body slippery with its sweat Finally Gordon rolled away, his sizable dong pulling wet and messy from the woman's snatch
Anita sat up in bed, reached for a cigarette on the nightstand and lit it, blowing a puff of smoke that drifted lazily to the ceiling.
"Was it good?" Gordon asked from beside her.
"Of course," Anita replied absently. "Why?"
"I don't know," the young man replied, his arms folded beneath his head, his eyes watching the smoke moving upward through the air. "It was just a feeling I've been getting lately."
"You knew it couldn't go on forever, didn't you?" Anita asked
" I knew," Gordon replied, knowing suddenly that his time with Miss Paulings was almost through In a way he was relieved. It was really no fun fucking Anita. Oh, the orgasm was always exciting, but then he could have gotten the same ecstasy from jacking off. With Anita sex was never spontaneous to be really all that enjoyable. There was never really a returning of the effort he put out Sex was a two-way street to be really meaningful. Gordon was a firm believer that it took two people working to please each other to make the best sex. With Anita it just wasn't that way and he worked to get her jollies, and she accepted that as the prime reason for their being together. If Gordon climaxed, okay, but that wasn't really what their relationship was all about Of course, when you came right down to it, he really didn't have too much to complain about Momentarily he had come out of it very well. Anita might not have been the type to give of herself in bed, but she was very generous with her money to those who pleased her. If Gordon was to measure his success as a cocksman by the addition to his bank account during his few months as Anita's stud, he could measure himself very successful indeed.
"Ifs not anything about you personally," Anita explained. She really hadn't meant to bring the subject up so soon since she didn't yet have a replacement for him. However, she suddenly realized that it didn't matter when she brought it up. Gordon wouldn't leave until she had found someone to replace him. And in staying, he would still function as he had in the past He was not in love with her, had never been in love with her. He had his body programmed to please her like a machine. His body wouldn't quit functioning just because Anita was tiring of him. "I just wasn't made for one man Sometimes I wish I were, but I'm not"
"You've already found someone?"
"Not yet You will stay until I do, won't you?"
"Of course. Did you have to ask?"
"I have enjoyed you," Anita said. "Really I have."
Anita snubbed out the stub of her cigarette in the ash tray and got out of bed. Gordon burrowed further into the sheets and prepared to go to sleep.
"Going?" he asked.
'I've got a few things yet to do."
"I'll be here if you need me."
"You' re sweet," Anita smiled.
She left Gordon in the room, deciding that she wanted a drink. She went to the bar in the living room. The fire was still burning in the fireplace. Though it was summer, the nights in the mountains still managed to hold a chill. Anita loved the fire. She went to the bar, mixed herself a bourbon and seven and went to the couch in front of the fire. The flashing of car lights on the wall and the barking of dogs in the distance warned her that someone was driving onto the estate. She got up from the couch, walked to the window. Through the trees she could see the lights of the car. Behind them down the mountain, was the glittering of lights in Meurberg.
Anita watched the car pull into the circular driveway in front of the chateau. It stopped, and June got out The car disappeared en route to the garage. Anita went to meet
June at the front door.
"Anita?" June exclaimed. "For God's sake, what are you doing up at this hour? I thought for sure you'd be in heated sex with Gordon about now."
"We've had our heated sex for the evening," Anita replied.
"Finished already?" June asked. She surely could not be mistaking the look in Anita's eyes. She had seen it too often before. Yet, it was a bit much to hope for. If Anita were actually tiring of Gordon, it would make things that much easier. June had been worried about Gordon. She had almost thought Anita was going to be content with him indefinitely. If he were on his way out, June was confident Anton could take his place. It would make things so much more convenient As it was, June had only been counting on Anita's selecting Anton as the model for the Venus and Adonis and working toward his supplanting Gordon from there. By taking Anton as her paramour at this early date, Anita could help June's plans tremendously.
"I thought you had really found the one for me this time," Anita said. "I was still thinking that up until last week. But suddenly I woke up and the magic of it was gone. It was no longer an experience, just one more ordinary fuck. Or maybe not really ordinary yet, but ifs well on its way to being just that How long do you think if ll take you to find an adequate replacement."
" I think I might already have one."
"Already?" Anita laughed. "My dear, June, you must be psychic. I wasn't even sure I was ready to replace Gordon for sure until right this evening."
"Well, I have to admit that I didn't really have this one lined up for sex. At least not until you brought it up this evening. I was going to suggest him for the Venus and Adnois piece. You do remember my mentioning Anton?"
"That's the one you're bringing in Friday?"
"Yes."
"I'll be doubly anxious to see him the."
"I also have another bit of news that might interest you."
"What" s that?" Anita asked.
June walked over to the bar, took a snifter and filled it a quarter full of brandy.
"You're never going to believe the good fortune that has just dropped into our laps out of the blue."
"Don't keep me in suspense."
"Paula Moore just checked into the Inn in Meurberg."
"Not the Paula Moore? Not the model for the Matthew's Incarnate Woman?"
"The same. She and her lover of the moment are in Meurberg for a short vacation between films."
"What unbelievable luck."
"Do you think Miss Matthews would like to finish a piece of Miss Moore this time around?"
"Did you say the Morre woman was here on vacation?"
"Meurberg has been taken up by the European cinema people in case you haven't noticed, darling. The girl probably hopes to me a producer or two. With her recent publicity, she's star material."
"Let's go see Miss Matthews and ask her opinion"
"Now?"
"Of course now," Anita said. "If she says 'yes', we'll have the woman up here by morning."
"You never were one to delay, were you?" June smiled.
" This work is liable to end up the prize of my whole collection."
Both women walked down the hallway to its end. Anita located the switch, and the wall opened when she activated it The two went through the revealed passageway, the wall pulling shut behind them. They continued down another hallway. There was a man standing guard by one of the doors. He didn't say anything as the two women moved past him and into the bedroom.
Rhonda was in bed but not asleep. She saw the door open, saw the two people enter. The lights came on, and she was temporarily blinded by the glare.
"Sorry to disturb you, my dear," Anita said, "but we are bearers of good news."
"You're letting me out of this prison?"
"My dear, you're not a prisoner here. Whatever gave you that idea? You're my guest for a few days."
"Do you place guards at the doors of all your guests?"
" Haven't we been over, this all before?" Anita asked, slightly perturbed.
"If I ever get out of here you'll have all holy hell to pay," Rhonda said, now sitting up in bed.
"Is that a very nice thing to say to someone who is arranging for you to do a work with Paula Moore as one of the central figures?"
"Paula?"
"Surely you remember Miss Moore? I believe you said after modeling her you would now have to go back to working with ordinary women."
"Paula has agreed to pose?" 'I've arranged it"
"I don't believe it," Rhonda said. "This is some kind of a trick."
"Quite the contrary," Anita replied. "I just dropped by this evening to see if you would be interested in again using Miss Moore as a model for Venus and Adonis."
"How many times must I tell you that I'm never commissioned to do a piece. I have to be inspired."
"Come now, Miss Matthews, do be reasonable. Don't you think Miss Moore would be an apt subject for a Venus? You, yourself, have said that her beauty transcends mortality."
"I frankly don't believe you can get her to agree," Rhonda said, excited despite herself at the prospect of again having Rhonda's body naked and vibrant before her."
"If you would get Miss Moore as a model, would you want her."
"Ifs impossible."
"If then. If you could get her?"
" If you could get her then of course, I would agree."
"And if I say, if we can arrange for Miss Moore to model for the figure of Venus, do you think you might become adequately inspired to do a Venus and Adonis for my collection?"
Rhonda didn't answer.
"Well?" June asked.
"Get me Paula first, and then we shall see."
"Come now, Miss Matthews, don't be difficult You'll have to be more definite than that You realize the trouble I'm going to have in persuading Miss Moore to join us?"
"You persuade Paula to pose for the statue, and I'll do it"
"Excellent," Anita replied, her eyes sparkling, her breasts heaving with the thrill of triumph She felt the juices in her twat beginning to stir. Nothing was more sexually stimulating than sensing victory unless it was victory itself. "Now, you just go back to sleep and let me worry about the details."
Anita and June left the room. June could see the excitement playing in Anita's eyes, knowing that the woman's body was keyed to a point where only sex would be able to relieve the tension.
"Would you like me to make the arrangements?" June asked. "I think you might still catch Gordon before he drops off to sleep."
"Gordon?" Anita asked. "No, not Gordon. Not tonight Right now I want something a little different How long has it been since the two of us have done it together, June? Since way before Gordon, and I've had Gordon around for months."
"Now?" June asked.
"It has to be now," Anita said, opening the first door they came to. It was another bedroom. "I'm so fired up, it has to be now or I'll be good for nothing the rest of the evening."
"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" June asked. "Jesus, too long!" Anita exclaimed. Simultaneously the two girls fell into each other's arms and embraced. They broke the kiss that followed and both hurriedly stripped off their clothing. They collapsed into the bed, placing themselves so that June was on her side next to Anita. They kissed again, June's fingers gently tweaking Anita's small, but perfectly circular nipples. She felt the areas of dark flesh go hard beneath her touch
Anita rolled to her back, opening her legs in invitation. June was fast to take the hint, rearing to her knees between Anita's opened thighs. The sight of Anita's mons began to get June as excited as Anita. When Anita had first suggested sex, June had been willing to comply just because it was important that she keep on Anita's good side. But now that she saw what was being offered, she felt the excitement churning within her own guts. Lust actually clouded her vision as she peered down upon Anita's sex. She decided, however, to momentarily deprive herself of the cunt's taste. She instead put her hands to Anita's shoulders, pinioning the woman securely to the bed. She then leaned forward, her body covering the to her. Tits mashed tits, belly hugged belly, sex ground into sex.
June shifted her whole body downward, her lips licking Anita's face and neck. Her mouth arrived at the tits, her teeth gently biting the swollen cap of first one ripe melon and then the other. She finally centered her attention on one nipple, sucking it and accompanying tit into her mouth Her hand moved beneath the same tit, cupping it in an effort to move more of the delicious flesh into her hungry mouth
Anita's body wiggled with pleasure, her skin flushing pink as June continued her labors. She squirmed even more as she felt June's fingers wandering over her body in route to her snatch.
June's fingers found their mark, glided through the wiry strands of pubic hair to the slit itself. She immediately pushed a finger through the portals. Fingertip hit clit, and Anita groaned at her pleasure conjured by the contact
June worked her finger deeper into the hole, caressing the moist flesh inside. She pulled her head further down Anita's body, her tongue washing a trail over the firm belly. She let her mouth butterfly kiss even further downward. She let her face hover over the hair-draped mound with its slit of sexual mouth Her finger still played the hole.
June pulled back to a kneeling position, lifting one of Anita's legs into the air. The action caused the mouth of the cunt to pout open. She let her fingers run up and down the uptilted leg. Again her finger slipped in and out of the pit The bud of the clit swelled large with the touching.
Anita's body would go stiff each time the roving finger drug over the sensitive stalactite within her body. Her whole being was alive with the pleasure, her senses becoming enveloped in the ecstasy of the moment
June's head lowered, rolled tongue darting out to the cunt, penetrating through the gaping slit to taste of the raw flesh and wet juices within. Anita bellowed out appreciation for the new assault She proceeded to get hotter and hotter. Her body twisted beneath the molesting of June's tongue. Anita's fingers grabbed handfuls of the bedding.
June pushed Anita's thighs open further, her tongue washing the tip of the revealed clitoris as Anita continued wiggling her ass. June pushed her hands beneath Anita's butt, lifted so that cunt sunk over the extended tongue.
"Open those legs wide, honey," June said, pulling away momentarily so that she could speak. "Juney is going to hump you like a man until your guts explode."
Anita willingly stretched legs open on the bed, her cunt mashing into June's cunt as June hopped on her. Pubis met pubis. Pubic hairs tangled as boxes gyrated. Bodies thrashed as pussies banged. Electric-like shocks of passion jettisoned both bodies.
They were both suddenly climbing the mountain, each preparing for the sensual fall into the void. They let the enjoyment engulf them, their bodies operating quite independently of the mind. Wave after wave of passion rolled over them, swallowing them in a world of wondrous warmth
They both came, choking together on the utter ecstasy of the moment
CHAPTER FIVE
Roger came naked from the bedroom. Though he had dried himself after his shower, steam remaining in the room had condensed in a film of moisture over his body. He looked burnished bronze when Paula turned to the sounds of his entrance.
"Now, isn't this just perfect?" Paula smiled, crossing the room and kissing him. The man smelled of soap and fresh lime.
"Is it?" Roger asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Paula asked, stepping back and eyeing Roger curiously.
"We came here to relax, but you're more nervous than hell."
"Me?"
"Aren't you?"
"Ifs probably just my birth control pills," Paula replied. "I ran out of my regular prescription."
"Are you sure That's all."
"What else could it be?"
"Hell, I don't know," Roger replied. "I've just got the funniest feeling that you're not telling me everything."
"That's ridiculous!" Paula said emphatically, pulling away and going to the window. There were lights on in the Chateau up on the hill, more lights than there had been an hour ago. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow and see if they have my regular pill. Then everything will be just fine."
"I hope so," Roger replied. "This was supposed to be a vacation after all."
"And it will be," Paula replied. Through the trees she thought she could detect a set of car lights winding down the road to the town from the Chateau. She turned back to Roger. "It will be a great vacation for both of us."
"I want it to be," Roger said. "Really I do."
Paula came to him. She was wearing only a flimsy negligee that revealed all her charms to their fullest Her nipples, bulged on full-blown tits, showed clearly through the opaque material as did the crinkly nipples evident then through the cloth as she pressed them hard into the young man's chest She felt his cock stirring between their bellies.
"Everything is going to be just marvelous," Paula said, one hand wrapping his neck, the other wrapping his swollen dong. " I promise."
Promise? Paula knew the absurdity of that statement from its moment of uttering. She was prepared to promise nothing. She should have left Roger behind. He knew her too well. He could sense her moods. He could tell that she was nervous. Or maybe she shouldn't have come at all. It was all just a dream. Any minute she expected to wake up in a sweat-drenched bed, her head aching with the nightmare. It was something straight out of a work of fiction, complete with the mysterious Chateau on the mountain. What in the hell was she doing here? She was an actress, not some goddamned secret agent out to save the world. Why, when Timothy had asked her, hadn't she said no to this ridiculous undertaking?
The plan was really too preposterous to be believed anyway. Anita Paulings seemed hardly the type who would murder artists just so she could claim having the last of their produced works in her private collection. Of course, Paula didn't know Anita Paulings or what she was actually capable of, but people that rich just didn't do such things. "Paula?"
Paula came out of her reverie at the sound of Roger's voice. She suddenly realized the man's cock was hard in her hand. She took her fingers from about Roger's neck and placed them to his lips.
"Shhhhh," she whispered. Still holding his prick, she used it as a handle to guide him over to the bed. "Let's not talk in words any more this evening. What do you say to breaking in the new bed?"
Roger slipped his hands through the opening of her filmy negligee His warm hands found the milky flesh of her tits. He flattened his palms against the woman's nipples, feeling them go taut against his skin. He moved up the resilient mounds to her shoulders, taking her negligee with him. He slipped the material off her body, letting it drop to the floor about her feet He pulled her now naked flesh against his own. He leaned his lips close to her ear.
"Let me fuck you in the ass."
Paula didn't reply. She just answered by turning in his arms, bringing her butt into alignment with his dork. She felt the massive tubing between the crease of her buns. She bent forward from the waist, her hands grabbing the side of the bed for support
"Make me feel it, stud!" she said, shutting her eyes before feeling the pleasure and pain she knew would accompany his attack on her butt
Roger spit into both hands, veneered his swollen pecker with the lubricant Then he pulled his thick cock down from his belly with one hand and aimed the corona to the pucker. He used the spit still clinging to the fingers of his other hand to wet the anus' opening. He pushed the spit-wetted cockhead into the saliva dampened anal eye. He felt the sphincters protesting the entrance of his manhood. He supplied more pressure, aware that when the doors gave way to let the bulging head become enlodged within them she would feel pain. Like fellatioing lips, the anal mouth gummed the cock's tip, hugged the fluted ridge at the base of penis' corona.
Roger let his hands glide about the woman's bent middle, finding the jugs that were drooping like two ripe pears. He held as much of the voluptuous masses as he could. He squeezed, feeling the mammary glands bulge through his fingers like fresh dough He bent his own body over her, his lips kissing her neck.
He took a wider stance, pressing his hips forward. At the same time, Paula wiggled her butt in an effort to aid her ass' adjustment to the stabbing. More inches entered the hole as the young man's fingers continued to knead the tits. When his boner had rammed to its halfway point up the rear cavity, Roger allowed his hands to move from the jugs to the belly, from the belly to the twat He ran his fingers through the hairs of Paula's cunt, occasionally touching the cunt lips. Then he held tightly to her thighs as he jammed more of his hard-on up her butt
Cock glided in to its limits. The complete insertion was accompanied by Roger's lower belly pressing into Paula's ass, by Roger's balls flopping to rest against the woman's butt
"You're so big," Paula groaned. "You are so fucking big."
Rogers fingers worked through the lips of the snatch, pushing to a depth where he was able to feel his own cock through the thin membrane separating inner vagina from her butt By working his fingers against that submerged membrane, Roger was able to massage the underbelly of his cock, the masturbatory caressing making him anxious to get on with the business at hand. He ground his belly into her butt, stirring his massive pecker up its scabbard. He yanked his hips back, aware of anal muscles pressing to reject his shaft Once out to cockhead, he immediately jabbed inward. The friction of that inner hole on his prick was excruciating.
Paula groaned, her anal muscles spasming with the pleasure and pain of the molestation. Roger was so damn big that the girl felt as if she had a log rammed up her bowels. The very first time he had asked for anal sex, she had laughed. There was no way she could imagine all those inches going up the small hole between her buns. But Roger was persistent, and the small hole was aching to give it a try. Surprisingly enough Roger had managed to actually get it all in. That had been the beginning. Now Paula actually found as much pleasure from ass-fuck as from a cunt-fuck. Whatever it was, since the man's boner started humping her ass, Paula could orgasm again and again and again from just the feel of it inside of her.
Feeling the first of Paula's sexual climaxes erupt within her body, Roger took up the fuck in earnest He pumped her ass, his ample dimensions teasing the woman's bowels. At the same time his inches worked her ass, his fingers up her cunt were playing with her clitoris.
Paula reached between her legs, closing her fingers about the bulge of Roger's balls. She squeezed the cum-swollen masses, hearing the man's pleasure and his pain. She squeezed them harder, rolling the nuts together within her fingers. Her action spurred Roger's hips to even more frantic action Cock plowed hard and fast through the spasming corridor of clutching ass.
Paula swung her ass back and forth from side to side. Prick worked every conceivable inch of lower bowel, the friction turning the cavity into a furnace of pleasure.
"Oh honey, oh honey, oh honey," Roger mumbled over and over again, his mouth drooling spit onto Paula's neck.
Paula's hands grabbed handfuls of sheet, her head twisting to beat her hair on the bed. All the while her hips revolved, her ass moved in sensuous rhythm to her partner's poking.
If possible, Roger's dick seemed to be swelling even larger. Paula was aware of nothing else save the filling of her guts by the incredible hugeness of probing dork. She opened her mouth to moan, almost expecting the head of Roger's cock to jab suddenly out of her jaws.
As Roger's hip action increased momentum so did the working of his hand up Paula's cunt Like another cock, his fingers worked on the vaginal slit as the real prick bombarded the ass with pleasure.
Paula climaxed from the double assault on her body. Her anal muscles fluttered in accompaniment to her orgasm. Their vibrations were all Roger needed to shove him over the brink into his own sexual cataclysm. His balls blew their hot wads. The force of their exploding jettisoned magmatic loads of jism to a depth up Paula's bowels which had never before been dampened by male sperm.
Roger's hips humped onward. He groaned. He groaned harder. Louder. Uttered an almost surprised cry. Suddenly his cock was pulled quickly free of her ass and he was gone. Paula heard the loud thump as his body hit the floor behind her. Confused, the girl stood and turned. The sudden movement made her temporarily dizzy. She was vaguely aware of the thick sperm leaking from her ass and dribbling down her thighs.
Roger was unconscious on the floor. There was another man in the room. She looked first to Roger's body and then back to the man and then back to Roger. Roger's prick was dribbling the mess of sperm that had oozed from his sex-puffed cock. There was blood running out of the corner of his mouth
Paula would have screamed, was going to scream, but the strange man hit her. She didn't make a sound. She just suddenly saw the darkness, felt her knees giving way as she sunk to the floor.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a car. It was dark outside. Beside her on the seat was the stranger from the room. Through a glass partition she was able to see the chauffeur up front
"If you wish to scream, you may do so now," the man said, realizing that the woman had come to her senses.
"Here it makes no difference; however, back at the Inn it might have had some complications."
"Who are you?" Paula asked, her jaw aching from the force of the blow which had knocked her to the floor.
"Tm not authorized to answer any questions," the man replied. 'Tm sure when we reach our destination you'll be given all the answers."
"And just where is this destination?"
"You are to be a guest at the Chateau de Paulings."
"The Chateau de Paulings?" Paula repeated.
"Yes," the man replied.
So, where was Timothy? What in the hell had happened to Timothy? What was it he had told her? "We'll be right there watching you all the time." And what had she replied? "I thought you were watching Rhonda Matthews when she disappeared." Where in the hell were all those people who were watching her when Roger had been . . . she suddenly remembered Roger unconscious on the floor, the blood trickling from his mouth
"You killed Roger!" she said blankly.
"He'll be all right," the man smiled. "When he finally wakes up, he'll probably think that was the wickedest fuck he'd ever had."
"But why?"
The man didn't answer. Nor, for that matter, did Paula really expect him to answer. Occasionally she caught the lights of the chateau burning brightly on the mountain Once she saw the distant lights of Meurberg. She put her head back against the seat, her fingers gently rubbing her aching jaw. She came to the sudden realization that she was still completely naked beneath her coat She wondered how long the stranger had been in the room, how much he had seen before he had stepped in to knock both Roger and her into unconsciousness.
There was a sign that proclaimed, "Danger electrified', in German, French and English There was a gate but no guard post The metal mesh parted automatically when the car was near. It shut again behind them after they had passed through
The man beside her reached for the phone connected to the side of the door nearest him.
"Which lane is activated?" he asked into the receiver.
A few seconds later, he had hung up the phone and was picking up the communication mike that connected him with the driver.
"Take the left lane to the chateau," the man said.
Out the window, Paula saw another sign as the car passed through yet another gate. This one proclaimed that the area they were entering was mined and trespassing was prohibited.
"Miss Paulings goes to extremes to keep her privacy, doesn't she?" Paula asked mostly to herself.
"You know of Miss Paulings?" the man asked curiously.
Paula was temporarily caught off guard. She didn't know whether or not she should admit knowledge or not She wondered just what Timothy would have suggested under the circumstances.
"Doesn't everyone?" she answered finally.
Her companion seemed to accept the reply. The wealthy, no matter how much they tried to preserve their privacy, were always known to the masses.
The car continued through yet a third gate. Another sign proclaimed only, "Beware of Dogs," and Paula saw at least three men with barking Doberman pinschers before the car finally took the circular driveway that pulled up in front of the chateau.
The man beside her got out, walked around the car and opened the door for the woman Paula got out, pulling her coat tightly around her. The air was chilly.
"If you'll come with me, please," the man instructed.
Paula followed him to the front door, noticing as she did so that there was someone watching from a third story window.
When Paula disappeared beneath the stone arching of the entranceway, Gordon let the curtain drop into place. He went back to his bed and laid down, wondering just who the latest visitor to the chateau could be. Whoever she was, it looked as if her trip had been a last minute thing. Gordon could swear that when the woman had adjusted her coat that there had been nothing beneath her but bare flesh Of course, he might have been mistaken.
Gordon fondled his cock absently, wondering just what was going on. That was the second time that night he had been aroused from near sleep by the sounds of the dogs on the grounds. First it had been June and now this strange young beauty. And she had been beautiful. Gordon had been able to detect that right away even if the long, blonde hair had been rather mussed. Oh well, his wasn't to reason why. This wasn't the first strange occurrence at Chateau de Paulings since his arrival. Curiosity had killed the cat, and Gordon had no intentions of ending up like the cat For all he knew, maybe after him Anita had decided to turn to something more exotic in the sex department The broad who had just made her appearance downstairs could probably turn on a lot of women as well as any red-blooded man. Gordon shut his eyes, wondering what it would have been like to get Anita, June, and the blonde broad all in the same bed at the same time.
When he woke up, it was morning. Rather than ringing for a servant and having his breakfast in bed as he usually did, Gordon got up. He was anxious to get a look at the new visitor. He couldn't help feeling that he must have been dreaming it all. By the time he got downstairs, he was almost sure he had dreamed it Not only wasn't there any new guest at the breakfast table but neither was anyone else. He asked one of the servants where Anita was. The woman, who was probably shocked to see him up and around so early, said she wasn't sure, but thought Miss Paulings and Miss Hampton had left early that morning. No, she didn't know where they had gone. Did he want breakfast on the veranda?
"No," Gordon replied.
He did a quick tour of the house and found no trace of either Anita of June. He decided he would drive down into town for breakfast He hadn't done that in a long time. He went to the garage for the sports car. As he backed it out of the garage, he noted that all the other cars were in their proper slots. If June and Anita had gone anywhere, they certainly hadn't taken a car. Gordon felt confident that the dogs would have woke him when they'd left Another mystery. It wasn't the first time Anita had disappeared and he had been told she had left the chateau when all cars were still in the garage and the helicopter was still on its pad. Of course the helicopter wasn't at the villa now, but Gordon knew that he would have never slept through the sounds of that eggbeater's arrival and departure.
The dogs took their cue at the passing car and barked, straining at their leashes as their trainers controlled them. Before he reached the first gate, Gordon had phoned the control center to find out which lane was safe for driving. There were three lanes along this stretch of road leading to the chateau, all of which were mined with explosives. Two of the lanes were always activated so that only one lane at a time was safe for driving. The safe lane varied per day and per hour according to an intricate formula fed into a computer. If two cars were on the road one in route to the chateau and one in route to the village the computer cleared two lanes.
"You will please drive the center lane to the second gate," the metallic voice said through the earpiece. Gordon moved to the center as the first gate swung open for him. Once in Meurberg, he parked the car at the inn and got out He left the car and went in, walking past the desk and to the dining area.
"Mr. Ballard," the hostess said, recognizing him. "How nice to see you again"
"Thanks," Gordon said, surveying the room and finding his favorite table by the window was still empty despite the early-morning breakfast crowd.
"And how is Miss Paulings?" We see her so seldom anymore."
"She doesn't like all the film people," Gordon replied.
The hostess smiled knowingly as if she were entirely sympathetic with Anita's feelings. Since the movie colony had temporarily adopted Meurberg, the town had definitely lost some of its rustic charm.
"Your normal table?"
"Please," Gordon replied. He followed her to the window and took the menu when she offered it
"The waitress will be with you in just a minute," she said, smiling before walking back the length of the room toward another man who had apparently come to eat
Gordon had completed his order for eggs and sausage before he came to realize that the person standing beside his table was not the waitress but the man who had but moments before entered the dining room.
"That's what I'll have, too," Timothy replied. "Do you mind if I join you? You are an American, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer, he joined Gordon's table.
Gordon frowned. He really wasn't in the mood to make pleasant conversation with an American tourist
"I really hope you don't mind the intrusion," Timothy went on, "but I've just got to talk with someone for a few minutes who doesn't speak English with a German accent The police here hardly even have a working knowledge of the English language. Don't you agree?"
"The police?"
"Yes, the police. You would have thought I'd kidnapped her."
"Kidnapped who?" Gordon asked, his curiosity suddenly aroused.
"I didn't kidnap her," Timothy went on, ignoring Gordon's query. "I'm the one who reported her kidnapped. The police naturally think I'm part of some publicity stunt But I'm not, really I'm not Paula told me to meet her here, and so I met her. They found that poor boy unconscious up in her room. He says he doesn't know what happened. Frightful mess, let me tell you."
"Paula who?"
"Paula Moore. Have you heard of her?"
"No, I don't believe I do. Is she an actress?"
" Here," Timothy said, pulling out a picture and thrusting it before Gordon. He watched carefully the expression on the young man's face.
"She quite attractive," Gordon said, eying the familiar face haloed by a lion-like mane of golden hair. "You say she was kidnapped?"
"What else could it have been?" Timothy asked, thinking that he had read recognition of the girl in the pupils of Gordon's eyes. "Her traveling companion was found knocked out in her room. He swears he was attacked and the girl abducted."
"Why kidnap her?" Gordon asked. "Ransom?"
"I don't know," Timothy shrugged. "I really don't She has a movie coming up. She's sitting on top of the world. God only knows who has got her."
"You're her agent?" Gordon asked.
"No just a friend, just a dear friend. You're sure you haven't seen her?"
Gordon checked the snapshot again, returned it to Timothy.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Quite sure?" Timothy persisted.
"I said I hadn't seen her," Gordon answered, eyeing Timothy curiously. "In truth I don't make it down to the town very often"
"You're from the chateau, I know," Timothy said. "They told me. I thought maybe she might have gone up there."
"I don't know if you're familiar with the owner of the Chateau," Gordon replied, "but Anita Paulings is hardly the type who bangs people over the head to get them to come to dinner."
"Of course she doesn't," Timothy replied: "No such thing was insinuated. I'm merely trying to check out all possibilities."
"Your Miss Moore knew Anita Paulings?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then why would you think she might be at the Chateau?"
"She's not at the inn," Timothy replied. "She's apparently nowhere in the town. She's got to be somewhere."
"Let me assure you, my friend, that the young lady is not at the Chateau de Paulings," Gordon said, standing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going."
Without further word, he exited, weaving through the tables and out into the Inn's lobby.
"Mr. Wanless?"
He turned to see the hostess who had followed him. He waited until she had reached him.
"I told him you wouldn't want to be disturbed, but he insisted."
"No harm done," Gordon replied. "I really wasn't all that hungry, anyway."
"I'm dreadfully sorry."
"Just who is he?"
The girl looked hurriedly from side to side as if expecting someone to come jumping out of the woodwork at her. Gordon waited, puzzled.
"He says he's a friend of the missing girl, but Tommy thinks he's with Interpol."
"Interpol? Who's Tommy?"
"He's the bellboy."
"What makes Tommy think he's with Interpol."
" He heard him talking to a couple of other men. They were watching Miss Moore when she disappeared."
"Why were they watching Miss Moore."
"No one knows," the girl shrugged. "Ifs all very mysterious."
"Do you think she was kidnapped."
"I don't know. No one saw her leave."
"Oh well," Gordon sighed. "If Interpol is in it, Tm sure they'll get to the bottom of it"
"You're not too upset then about missing breakfast."
"Not really," Gordon smiled. "I'll get something back at the chateau."
He left the Inn, got in his car. Glancing to the window, he could see the man at the table watching him. He pulled the car into the road, making a U-turn to head back up towards the chateau.
"There you are," June said, joining him in the garage when he had parked the car. "Whatever did you find to do in town so early."
"Where's Anita?"
"Down at the stables. She sent me to ask if you wanted to j oin us for a ride."
"I've got to talk to her."
"Sounds very important."
"You know she's tiring of me?"
"Come now, Gordon, you're not going to be one of those who make a horrible scene, are you? I mean, you knew she would tire of you eventually. I told you that when I picked you up at that music festival in Straasbord."
"I just want to make sure that Tm around to enjoy my freedom," Gordon replied. "This time with Anita has been far from a picnic."
"I don't understand."
"When my time comes, I want to be able to walk away from here and enjoy my bank account"
"What makes you think there's going to be any complications?"
"I've got something to tell Anita that may be of use to her. But by telling her, I'm letting her know that I'm aware of certain things that I probably shouldn't know as a stud-in-residence."
"Like what?"
"All I want is to get out of here with my money," Gordon said. "I didn't even have to come back to the Chateau. I could have just headed the car in the opposite direction and drove off into the wild blue yonder."
"Come on, now, Gordon. Nothing could be so bad as to warrant these theatrics."
"Oh, yeah? Well, Interpol is checking into the disappearance of Paula Moore."
June was in the process of brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She stopped before completion.
"Who?" she asked, wondering just how much Gordon did know.
"Paula Moore," Gordon replied. "And don't bother telling me you don't know her. I just happened to be at the window when she arrived last night"
"Are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
"Don't treat me like a child," Gordon replied. "I'm not one. Women seem to have a habit of disappearing in this place. First there was the one that arrived in the helicopter and now this one."
"Well, here you two are," Anita's voice sounded suddenly from the door. "My God, Gordon, you've been so long I thought you would be changed and ready by now. The horses are saddled."
"Gordon and I have been having quite the conversation," June said. "I think it might behoove you to come in and hear some of it"
"I didn't come back because I had to," Gordon said nervously, wondering if it could have been a mistake to return. Anita might just decide that what he knew wasn't worth the price he was expecting to get for it Perhaps he was being too greedy. Perhaps he should have driven off into the wild blue yonder.
"What's it all about?" Anita asked.
"Interpol is asking questions about Paula Moore in Meurberg," Gordon said.
"Interpol?" Anita queried.
"They were watching her room when she turned up missing."
"Why should this interest me?" Anita asked.
"He saw Paula arrive last night," June said.
"I see," Anita replied. "Why don't we all go into the house to finish this conversation? I'm sure we could all use a good, stiff drink."
CHAPTER SIX
June saw the police car in the rear-view mirror and had complied when it signalled for her to pull to the side of the road.
"Miss Hampton?" the uniformed young man asked when June rolled down the window. He cast a not unfriendly glance to Anton who sat beside her.
"Yes."
"Hate to cause you any inconvenience, Miss Hampton, but Inspector Hoffman would like to talk with you back at his office. He was going to drive up to the Chateau later but saw your car passing through."
"Do you know what ifs about?"
"Afraid not, m'am. He said to tell you, though, that if you really didn't have the time right now, he could still catch you at the Chateau later this afternoon. But he would appreciate it if you could spare a minute or two."
"Ifs not inconvenient to see him now," June said.
"Will you follow me back, then?"
"Of course."
The policeman went back to his car. He U-turned, and June followed suit Both cars headed back down the road the short distance to town.
"What do you think he wants?" Anton asked.
"Probably more questions about Gordon's death"
"I feel like a fly being invited into the spider's parlor," Anton said, scooting down in his seat "Anita Paulings is certainly rough on her lovers."
"Gordon was a fool," June replied. "He should have kept his mouth shut He really knew too much There really wasn't much choice left on our part We certainly couldn't let him to around wagging his tongue about what he had seen at the Chateau. It might have been difficult if he had been a bit more stable, but he was already beginning to panic when he found out Interpol was somehow involved."
"Just how did they get involved?" Anton asked.
"That is a very good question," June replied.
"Do you think they suspect what has been going on in the Chateau de Paulings these last few years?"
"Something is certainly cooking," June answered. "I can smell it very clearly in the air. Everyone is going to have to be extremely careful."
"If Interpol is in on this, you're lucky they didn't get your man when he abducted the girl."
"It was just luck that they didn't"
June stopped the car in front of the police station.
"You wait here," she said, getting out of the car. "I doubt that I'll be very long."
Inside, Inspector Hoffman greeted her with an apology for the inconvenience. He then introduced her to Timothy.
"Interpol?" June asked, feigning surprise "I hardly thought that an accidental automobile accident would bring in the big time."
"Ifs just routine," Timothy said. "A few years ago Mr. Wanless was thought involved in a dope operation out of Zurich Nothing was ever proved to really involve him, but we've been keeping tabs on him ever since, nevertheless."
"I see," June said, not for a minute believing the lie "I certainly would have never expected Gordon's involvement in any sort of International intrigue"
"You knew him well?"
"I introduced him to Anita," June replied. "I wouldn't introduce someone to her that I even vaguely suspected of being a criminal."
"Mr. Wanless had certain charms that made him very attractive to women," Timothy said.
"Oh?" June queried innocently.
"Mr. Powell would like to ask you a few questions about the boy's death," Inspector Hoffman interjected.
"I'll answer any questions that I can, of course," June replied.
"I understand he was blown up by one of the mines in the roadway leading to the estate?" Timothy asked.
"That's correct," June replied. "Two lanes are always unsafe for travel."
"Rather stringent precautions for privacy, wouldn't you agree?"
"Not at all," June replied. "When one's business is buying, selling and manufacturing munitions, one makes a lot of enemies. I don't find such precautions overly stringent at all!"
"There are always jealous fanatics," Inspector Hoffman added. "Manufacturing munitions nowadays isn't too popular with a lot of people."
"I'm assuming that Gordon Wanless knew that two lanes were deathtraps?" Timothy commented.
" He had driven the road from the chateau to the town safely so often that I would say that that was a safe assumption," June replied.
"Yet the fact remains," Timothy replied, "that on this particular trip to town, he crossed the line and blew himself up."
"He was drinking quite heavily that evening," June answered. "Anita and I both advised him against driving in his condition."
"Did he usually drink a lot?"
"He wasn't an alcoholic if That's what you meant," June said. " He was young, however. It can get very boring sometimes for a man in a Chateau full of women They often get restless."
"May I ask you just what Gordon Wanless' function was at the Chateau de Paulings, Miss Hampton?"
" He was Anita Paulings' lover," June replied.
"I see," Timothy replied.
"There was no secret about it," June said. 'Tm sure you knew the answer to your question before you asked it I'll be the first to admit that it wasn't a question in the best of taste."
"You must excuse my bad taste, Miss Hampton, but we are, after all, discussing the murder of a young man."
"Murder?" June exclaimed. "Since when did Gordon's death become murder?"
"I meant his death," Timothy corrected.
"Was it a Freudian slip?" June asked. "Surely you can't believe that anyone at the Chateau would actually kill Gordon. What the point?"
"I said I had used the wrong terminology," Timothy answered.
"He was drunk, he got drowsy at the wheel, and he crossed the line. It all seems very clear to me," June said.
"That will be all for now, Miss Hampton Don't leave the area without keeping us posted, will you?" Timothy said.
"Of course not"
"The inquest will be held Tuesday," Inspector Hoffman said. "I'll contact you regarding details. You can tell Miss Paulings that we will try to carry it off with as little publicity as possible."
"I'm sure Anita will appreciate anything you can do," June said.
"One more thing, Miss Hampton," Timothy said, reaching into his coat pocket "Does this girl look familiar?"
June took the photograph
"Ifs Paula Moore."
"You know her?"
"Not personally," June replied.
"But well enough to recognize her picture?"
"She was the model for Rhonda Matthews' Incarnate Woman," June replied coolly. "I doubt that you're familiar with anything as far removed from police work as art, Mr. Powell, "but the Incarnate Woman is quite well known to those in the art world. Ifs also quite well know that Miss Moore was the model for the piece."
"You weren't aware that she was in Meurberg?"
" Here?"
"She disappeared two nights ago."
"What on earth was she doing here."
"We thought maybe you could tell us."
"Me?"
"We thought maybe Anita Paulings had invited her."
"I'm afraid not," June replied. "I'm positive Anita wasn't aware she was here, and I certainly wasn't"
"You know that Miss Paulings has recently announced her purchase of a Matthews' Venus and Adonis'? "
"Of course. Tm a bit surprised you are aware of it, though. You really don't remind me of the type who would be interested in art"
" Have you seen the piece?"
"Of course I have. What's this got to do with any of it?"
"I was just wondering. Do you suppose Miss Paulings could be persuaded to let me see it?"
"I doubt it" June replied. "Nothing personal, you understand, but Anita's collection is very seldom open for private inspection. Perhaps I can get you an invitation to the unveiling."
"One is being planned?"
"Anita usually has a showing for each major piece she purchases. Ifs usually limited to a few elect people in the art world who can appreciate such things."
"She's unveiling the Matthew's Venus and Adonis?"
"Yes. Of course it won't be for quite some time yet Plans for just such parties must be planned carefully. It often takes months before Anita thinks the moment is right"
"Miss Matthews will attend?"
"If she can be found," June replied. "The last any of us heard, she had dropped temporarily out of sight"
"Do you have any idea where she might have dropped to?"
"Me? I was not an intimate friend of Miss Matthews, Mr. Powell," June replied." I only met her once."
"I see"
"I really fail to see what any of this has to do with Gordon's death" June said.
"Probably nothing," Timothy replied.
"Are you quite finished, Mr. Powell?" June asked. "If you are, I really should be going."
"I'm quite through for now," Timothy replied.
"Thank you for your assistance, Miss Hampton," Inspector Hoffman said.
June left the building, coming back to the car.
"Get the first degree?" Anton asked when she had joined him in the front seat Anton had shifted while June was gone so that he was now behind the wheel.
"Something is happening," June said. "Mr. Powell's questions were hardly primarily concerned with Gordon. He seemed far more interested in Rhonda Matthews and Paula Moore."
"What do you think?" Anton asked, starting the car and pulling it out into the road.
"I don't think they have any definite proof about anything, but I think they're trying. Anita just might have tried this little game of hers once too often. Anyone checking the facts would find it more than a mere coincidence that so many well-known artists just happened to disappear after doing a piece for our little munitions heiress' collection."
" I would suggest we do what we have to do as quickly as possible, wouldn't you?"
I'll think seriously about it," June said. "We can't get so shook up, however, that we move too fast and get careless. If we're caught that will be the end of us both"
"Cheerful thought," Anton replied. The road narrowed a bit, trees coming down from the hillside to meet the road. The two drove in silence for a few minutes more.
"Whafs this?" Anton asked, suddenly feeling June's hands at his crotch.
"Just keep your eyes on the road," June replied, finding the zipper and starting to pull it down. "It just happened to occur to me that once you became ensconced in the Chateau, I will be getting precious little of that treasure lurking beneath those pants."
"And just what did you have in mind at the moment?"
"You know damned good and well what I have in mind," June said. Anton lifted his hips so that the woman's fingers could successfully get the zipper down.
"I have my suspicions. But is it wise to deplete my sperm supply? Miss Paulings may call on my services sooner than we imagine."
"Knowing your recuperative powers, even if she did, you would be able to satisfy her."
"You might have a point there," Anton laughed.
"And I think you'll soon have a point here," June commented. She had yanked Anton's cock out through the breach and the phallic mass was hastily building to erection.
June scooted down in the seat, getting a closer view of the thickening tubing. While it proceeded to swell to its fullest, she reached into the opened fly to pull out the boy s healthy, hair-draped nuts. They pooled on the seat between his legs.
Anton couldn't help groaning at the sensations resulting from June's mouth at his dick. Her lips sunk down the shaft, glided back up to lovingly huge the heart-shaped corona. The size of the sex organ caused June's jaws to ache with the taking. Her throat opened for the passing of the monstrous cockhead that suddenly came plowing in to fill it
June worked the phallic spire, head rising and falling with perfect rhythm over the pole. Pulling her head back, she let the cock slip between her lips until only the cock-head was held firmly entrenched.
Her tongue probed the meatus, tasted the stickiness of sperm already swimming in pre-seminal discharges. Falling back over the dork, she felt the cloth of the boy's trousers against her chin, the wiriness of his pubic hair against her lips.
Up and down. Up and down. She captured and then surrendered the majority of her prize. The cucumber-sized mass throbbed as it made its journey to base of throat It pulsed with the blood that was beating within it
Anton watched the road, seeing how blurred the reality would become when seen through passion-dilated eyes. The sunlight that filtered through the trees flashed across the metal of the hood and the glass of the windshield in an almost hypnotic effect Before him was an endless tunnel of refracting light, of dust particles floating in an opaque glare. The turns and twists in the road came to him suddenly. It was all he could do to successfully maneuver the roadway. He knew he should tell her to pull her head away, but it was too wonderful having her just where she was. He left her there, face buried over his groin as his mind tried to accurately judge the existence of the outside world.
As June worked over the dick, her fingers fondled the boy's balls. The scrotal bag was shrinking, closing in on the cum-bulged nuts. She squeezed the testicles, feeling Anton respond by heaving his butt up off the seat The cock was buried within her throat as far as it would go. Her lips were ovaled about the thick root of cock anchored at its base to Anton's lower belly.
June could smell the sweat at the boy's crotch. It was not an unpleasant odor. As a matter-of-fact, she enjoyed it actually savored it She licked, continued bobbing over the mass of cock, occasionally shaking her head from side to side like a bird with a large worm. She was deriving pleasure from the suck, her twat leaking to wet her panties even as prick was leaking to dampen her mouth
Anton's pleasure flared to new heights. The joy spiraled upward from his groin, helixing to heat the rest of his body. He felt the sweat dripping down his sides, felt his thigh muscles spasming with the tension. His heart was beating. The boy could feel the throbbing in the artery on his right temple. His mouth was wet with saliva. His tongue sensuously licked at his lips.
Compacting nuts ached pleasantly in warning that their moment was not far off. The message was carried by sensitive nerve ends to the brain. Anton knew there was no turning back. The all-consuming cataclysm was building toward fulfillment His guts were preparing to blow their load. He began bouncing his ass on the seat, his cock fucking June's face. His eyes glazed further with the passion He let his legs flop open, giving June freer access to his sex. He took his foot off the gas pedal and placed it on the brake.
"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Oh fucking, Christ Almighty!"
The boy shut his eyes, feeling his foofs pressure bringing the car to a stop in the road. He took both hands off the wheel and buried them in June's hair, pushing her face to fully cover his erection.
His nuts let loose, vomited out their cream. June took the total load, her throat muscles constricting to siphon up the goo. Its deliciousness flooded her mouth and throat with a tangy sweetness.
She licked the prick free of all its juices, teased it a few times with her tongue before releasing it from its entrapment
"Excellent," she smiled, "but did it call for the stopping of the car in the middle of the road?"
"It was either that or run off some cliff," Anton replied, putting the car in drive and starting off again.
"That means you have just saved my life," June smiled." How shall I ever be able to repay you?"
"By stuffing my cock back into my trousers."
"You know That's going to be a bit difficult Ifs still extremely and obscenely hard. Don't you know that a man is supposed to go soft after he's blasted as many gallons of spunk as you just did?"
Tm not a man yet," Anton grinned. Tm still a boy."
They both laughed. By the time they had reached the first gate, Anton's cock was safely secured.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Who are you?" Paula asked. She had been at the window when the knock had occurred. She had turned when he had entered the room.
"I am playing Adonis to your Venus," Anton replied.
"You're what?"
Anton laughed.
"My name is Anton And yours is Paula."
" How did you know that?"
"Ifs really not so extraordinary. I was told before I came."
"By whom."
"June."
"June who?"
"She's Anita Paulings' secretary."
"And who are you?"
"Another victim of the circumstances as you were. I was seen on the streets of Rome. The next thing I knew I was regaining consciousness on a private plane en route to Germany."
"Do you know what any of this is about?" Paula asked, letting her eye unconsciously roam over the boy's exceptional body. She didn't know when if ever she had seen such a perfectly sculptured body. If he had assumed a pose, she would have thought him too perfect to be real.
"Don't you?" Anton asked. "They made it quite clear to me."
"I haven't seen anybody since I got here."
"We're modeling for a statue," Anton replied. "You are to be Venus and I am to be Adonis. Are you familiar with Rhonda Matthews?"
"We've got to get out of here!" Paula said. "They're going to kill us, you know."
"Hold on there," Anton laughed. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Listen to me," Paula said, crossing the room to him. "As soon as she's finished with us, she'll have us killed."
"Who?"
"Anita Paulings."
"Why?" Anton asked.
"Damn it!" Paula exclaimed, wringing her hands, turning back to the window. "I should have never gotten involved in this."
"Did we have any choice?" Anton queried.
"I did," Paula said. "I was out of my mind to let them talk me into this."
"Who?"
"Interpol."
"Interpol?"
"Anita Paulings is a killer," Paula said. She felt panicy, on the verge of tears. "We don't have a chance."
"You're with Interpol?"
"No," Paula said. "I mean, yes. I mean, they asked me to help them."
"Help them what?" Anton asked curiously.
"Prove that Anita Paulings has kidnapped Rhonda Matthews and plans to kill her." She laughed suddenly. "And I wonder how Tm so sure you're not one of them?"
"I assure you this is all new to me," Anton replied. "I wasn't told anything about murder. I understood this was purely a modeling arrangement"
"For being just an ordinary modeling assignment don't you find it strange that they had to abduct you to get you here?"
Someone knocked at the door.
"Are you ready?" a voice came from the other side.
"Not yet," Anton replied.
"Ready for what?" Paula asked.
"They're waiting," the male voice replied.
"If ll only be a minute," Anton replied.
"Who's waiting for what?" Paula asked.
"Five minutes," the voice answered through the wood.
"What was that all about?" Paula asked.
"They've told you nothing about what we have to do?" Anton queried.
"Do? Do? For God's sake, what do we have to do?"
"This is really quite embarrassing," Anton said. "I thought when they sent me that you already knew."
"Knew what, for Christ's sake?"
"You know that Venus and Adonis is a rather erotic subject, don't you? She was a goddess, he her mortal lover."
" I know my mythology," Paula said.
" They will be sculptured in an erotic pose."
"How erotic?"
"There's little point in being delicate, I suppose," Anton said. "Have you ever had intercourse before an audience."
"You're joking."
"Tm probably not the best cocksman, but I'll try my best," Anton grinned almost shyly.
" This is fast becoming a nightmare."
"Miss Matthews wants to make preliminary sketches. Everyone also wants to make sure that we react well together. If Tm no good, they'll probably get you another Adonis. You've suddenly got me wondering just what they'll do with me if we don't work well as a team."
"They'll kill you," Paula said. "They can't have you going anywhere, telling anyone that Rhonda Matthews is here at the Chateau. She's believed kidnapped."
"That's not a very pretty picture you paint," Anton frowned. "I do hope you don't find the idea of sex with me too distasteful."
"Nothing personal," Paula said, "but I would suggest you leave here and tell them that Tm not up to performing sexually for anyone."
"I don't particularly want to ask you to play Florence Nightingale," Anton said, "but they're liable to just think you didn't like me. That's liable to be the unfortunate end of me by the way you've been talking."
"You're actually prepared to perform sexually like some animal in a Tijuana circus?" Paula asked.
"Now that I see you, I have no qualms whatsoever."
" Have you done it before?"
"A few times. Nothing quite like this."
"I don't think I can," Paula said.
"All you have to do is relax," Anton said. "At least we can try to make it If you think we're in danger, the least we can do is stall for time to find out how to get out of here."
There was a noise at the door. It opened. The man who had escorted Paula from the Inn stood in the doorway.
"Can't we have a couple minutes more?" Anton asked. "Tm afraid not," the man replied. I've been sent for you now."
"Please," Anton said, turning to Paula, trying to put on an expression designating a fear for his life. "I'll try," Paula whispered.
Anton extended his hand. Paula took it. The boy gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. Paula squeezed back. The two followed the man down the hall. He motioned to a door at the end. Anton squeezed Paula's hand again. The two entered. The room was empty except for two long benches.
"What's this?" Paula asked. "An invisible audience."
"They're in the next room," Anton answered. "We have to strip here."
"Together?"
"What does it matter?" Anton shrugged. "We'd be together out there"
"Jesus," Paula moaned.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" Anton asked, sitting on one of the benches and taking off his shoes.
Paula couldn't help it she laughed, partly from hysteria, partly from genuine amusement She hadn't been a virgin in years. She looked at him, trying to determine whether he meant it or was joking. Her gaze, however, didn't get much past his physical attributes. He seemed so very young. She wondered how old he was. She doubted that he was twenty. But, Jesus, such a body! Anton was taking off his shirt Paula caught a glimpse of the muscular belly.
"No, I'm not a virgin," Paula replied finally.
"Good," Anton replied. He had pulled his T-shirt up over his head. For a few seconds his face was disappeared behind the cotton
Paula watched the play of muscles cross the superbly developed chest
"Would it have made a difference?" Paula asked. She found her fingers were beginning to undo the snaps on her dress. She wasn't as fast as she could have been since the dress wasn't one of hers. It was just one of several she had found hanging in the closet of her room.
"I wouldn't want this to be your first time," Anton said. "Not like this, anyway."
The boy was now standing, undoing the snaps that fastened his trousers. When he let his pants drop around his legs, he saw June catching her first glimpse of what was waiting for her. The thick ridge of erected cock showed clearly beneath the straining of stretched cotton. The woman's legs went almost weak with the sight of it
"Sex should come in degrees," Anton continued. "The first awakening should be in the privacy of a room with someone you love. No one should be deprived of that This that we're doing is on a more jaded level. When you come to realize that love is an illusion, that the only thing that counts is diversified means of achieving that enjoyment, then That's when something like this can be appreciated."
"You seem a bit young to be jaded," June said. She was down to her panties and bra.
"Age really has nothing to do with it," Anton replied.
"Apparently," June commented. Despite herself, she was beginning to experience some of the excitement to which Anton had been referring. The very unusualness of the situation, the very knowing of what was going to be expected of her was conducive to a unique sense of pleasure. And when it came right down to it, hers wasn't the most difficult part to be played. All she had to do was lie there on her back. Anton had to maintain an erection. It took a certain type of male to be able to master that Paula had been to a few Hollywood group sessions when more than one movie stud went limp and stayed that way when he was expected to perform sexually before an audience. If this young Greek God had the confidence to succeed in this undertaking, Paula was determined to succeed with him. After all, she surely had more experience than he could have achieved in his few short years of living.
"Well," Anton said with a sigh "I suppose there's no sense in leaving the last of the clothes on They'll have to come off eventually."
Anton pulled down his underwear. What was suddenly revealed completely out shadowed what Paula had expected. She had known the cock was large but not quite this large.
"Jesus," Paula said, unfastening the snaps of her bra "That thing of yours is almost obscene."
"Think so?" Anton smiled.
" How did your mother ever deliver you? Had it been in erection she would have never gotten you out"
"It really wasn't this big at birth" Anton laughed. "Just almost"
"Be a bit careful when you shove it in, won't you?" Paula said, feeling her juices already pumping lubricant into her snatch "I came into this in one piece. I'd just as soon not go out in two halves."
"I shall be careful," Anton smiled. "I promise."
They were both naked. There was a moment of embarrassed silence for the both of them.
"Well," Anton said finally, resting his hand on the doorknob of the door leading to the next room. "Are you ready for the command performance?"
"As ready as Tm ever going to be, I guess," Paula answered.
"Come on," Anton said, extending his other hand to her. "We'll give them a show that will bring them to their feet in a standing ovation"
Paula took his hand. Anton opened the door, and the two entered the next room. Paula was surprised by what she saw. She didn't know what she was expecting. Probably a platform in the center of the room with chairs around it like at a boxing match There was a completely padded floor walled on four sides by mirrors.
" Hey, this is going to really be fun," Anton whispered. " This is real class."
"You think they're two-way mirrors?" Paula asked, shivering at the sight of more than one body with all those inches of cock.
"Undoubtedly they are," Anton answered. "But once we get started, we'll soon forget there are people on the other side."
Anton led Paul out into the middle of the floor. The two stopped finally, looked at each other. Paula actually blushed. She hadn't blushed in years. She was going to ask what came next, but Anton had enough finesse not to wait for the question. He took immediate action. Before Paula knew what was happening, they boy was on his knees before her, his hands clamping her ass, his tongue searching out the lips of her twat
The boy felt the woman's body tremble with the sudden and unexpected oral caress. He took advantage of her surprise, his tongue rolling to press through the vaginal slit He tasted the female juices that came to run over his flickering tongue. The fluids tasted oily and slightly salty.
His tongue jabbed her clit, playing it to erection as if it were a miniature prick. The stalactite was almost sharp against his tongue. The boy pushed his face further into the gash trying to attach his teeth to Paula's tender projection
Paula immediately took a wider stance on the floor, her hands automatically going to the boy's hair. She squealed as Anton pushed his nose into her crack. The boy might be young, but he certainly was master of the situation As if the mere sight of Anion's body hadn't been enough to get her ready for the fuck, this was certainly the deciding factor. The way Anton's expert tongue was working over her slit, Paula's vagina wouldn't be fit to live with until it was plugged by that thick hunk of meat erected between Anton's thighs.
Anton let his tongue run again along the pink opening of the slash His rolled tongue then ran in and out through the opening like a small moist cock. He was aware that Paula's body was already convulsing in a minor tremor.
' Hot bitch this one,' Anton thought to himself. ' Feeling his dick stuck up this one was going to be a real pleasure.'
Paula's legs were suddenly too weak to support her. She let her body sink slowly to the floor. Anton let her fall, his mouth still remaining fixed to the lower mouth
In the aftermath of the climaxing which had temporarily convulsed her, Paula decided that it was time she showed this kid what she could do. He might be knowledgeable about what made a girl climb the walls, but Paula knew some tricks herself. Allowing his mouth to continue feasting at her cunt, Paula shifted on the mat, swinging so that she could get at his cock. Anticipating her motives and anxious to comply with them, Anton swung his legs over her tits so that his cock, staunch along his belly, was over her face. Paula wasted no time in prying the mass downward and lifting her mouth to meet it The prick was more formidable at close range. She wondered subconsciously if she could even open her mouth wide enough to take even the head. She procrastinated a moment and licked the fist-sized tip. The boy's pre-seminal fluids were saline to her tongue.
Anton let his tongue fuck the crack, feeling Paula's mouth oval about his cockhead as her hands glided around his hips to fasten around his ass.
Paula used her hold to pull his hips down closer, more of his cock disappearing through her gaping jaws. She sucked on the head, the vacuum forming to drag the penis further into the warmth Her tongue wrapped the rigid flesh, drug over the pink slit of cock's meatus.
Anton, never once pulling his face away from cunt, splayed his thighs wider so that his cock could lower to Paula's face. His body was responding to the woman's expert sucking, his muscles twitching with the building pleasure. His balls were moving, his cock's shank tingling with the sensations resulting from the avid manipulations of Paula's lips and tongue.
The two played each other's body until Paula underwent three more orgasms and Anton bordered on plunging into his first Then, desiring to prolong the pleasure, fearing that ejaculation might temporarily interrupt the fun, Anton raised his hips to pull cock from her mouth Paula followed the lifting cock, reluctant to surrender it When it finally did slip free of her mouth Paula opened her legs in preparation for it
Anton moved his body, using it to cover hers. His chest mashed her tits. His cock was positioned at the slot between Paula's legs, the prick still glossy with Paula's saliva.
"Fuck me," Paula whispered. It no longer mattered to her that she was being watched. All that mattered was that she realized she was with someone who had mastered the techniques of making love. This boy was far more experienced than Gordon had been. This boy had the equipment plus a fantastic knowledge of how to use it "Please," she moaned, reaching between their bellies, grabbing his dick. Her legs sprang upward to wrap his waist Cockhead rammed the mouth of the vagina
He buried his inches up her in one long, easy slide. All the while Paula's body spasmed in response. The muscles lining her twat trembled frantically. Like a thousand vibrating mouths, cunt walls caved in on the sliding tubing. Vaginal mouth chewed at the mouthful, gummed it deeper and deeper into the cavity.
"Christ!" Paula moaned, spit dribbling from her mouth. Her arms wrapped Anton's neck. "Oh fuck me. Jesus, fuck me."
Through their pleasure dilated eyes the two of them could see their bodies reflected in the mirrors. The sight of their naked perfection gave them each a voyeuristic pleasure in the fuck. Even Anton who had practiced to maintain control at just such moments felt the pleasures fighting to gain control He fought to subdue them. Their triumph was inevitable, but by delaying their victory, it was possible to swell the passions to fantastic heights. The longer he could control the forces striving to overcome him, the more excited would be the people watching behind the two-way mirrors. He wanted the people watching to get excited, especially he wanted Anita Paulings to get excited. He wanted Anita to see just what she could expect in bed if she ever called on him to service her. And he did want her to call him. It was all necessary for the success of the plan.
The boy's balls banged against Paula's ass. He revolved his hips, twisting his prick up its scabbard. The woman beneath him erupted into another climax. Anton worked his pelvis into hers, placing all his weight on her tits and belly, driving his manhood into its maximum depth Her nipples were like tacks against his muscular chest
Anton lifted his body upward, the back of his cock gliding over the distended clit that hung from the roof of the vagina. As he did so, his body was squeezed between Paula's spasming thighs.
Paula wiggled her cunt up over the hunk of meat, manipulating vagina muscles so that they chewed, chewed, chewed the phallic mouthful.
Anton pumped her, feeling his own pleasure flood over his body. His hips took up a faster tempo, his strokings up her twat becoming shorter and more forceful.
"Oh, God!" Paula bellowed. Her body shook in a series of spasms. She moaned, her sounds slurred with the passions that enveloped her. She pressed her head back into the pads beneath her, her eyes rolling. Her opened mouth drooled saliva that flowed over her cheek.
Anton pushed hard, burying cock to the tune of her groanings. He knew that he was reaching the point where there would be no turning back. A few more pumps, and he could be off in never-never land. He was steadily losing control. No longer was he concerned primarily with putting on a good show. He no longer gave a shit whether Anita Paulings' cunt was leaking at the sight of his fucking this girl. The important thing became himself. The prime force became his need for release. His body cried out for satisfaction. He worked to give it the explosion that it desired.
"Fuck me," Paula moaned, the reality long ago perished from her beneath the shattering ecstasy of the fuck.
"Yes, yes, yes," Anton answered, punctuating each word with a heave up from her juice-bubbled snatch
"Now, baby," Paula moaned loudly. "Drown . . . my . . . guts . . . in . . . all . . . that . . . delicious . . . . spunk!" .
"YES!! " Anton yelled, his body going stiff, his nuts screaming out the moment of their release. "Oh Jesus, my balls!"
Climax came for both of them in a series of cataclysmic shuddering. They both became temporarily swallowed up in the tempestuous void of their releasing. Passion-glazed eyes viewed the unreal spasmings of their bodies as reflected and then reflected again in the mirrors. A thousand bodies were out of control.
Behind the glass of one two way mirror, June cast a sideways glance at Anita. June was pleased to see the wide eyes and opened mouth June knew that the exhibition had gotten Anita worked up. She knew Rhonda was excited, too. The artist had long since stopped even pretending to be sketching the sexual gymnastics of the copulating couple. June's own twat was leaking from the visual delight of seeing two perfectly sculptured and matched humans rutting.
"Well?" June asked finally. Through the two-way glass, Anton was heaving out the aftermath of his passion. Paula was limp and relaxed beneath him, her eyes shut Large cock was still lost up the hole.
"Continue?" Anita asked. "Is he cap able of continuing?"
"It usually takes three orgasms to get his cock to go soft," June replied. "Sometimes he goes for four."
I've seen enough" Anita said, standing. Her legs were weak. She found it difficult to stand. "As far as Tm concerned they're both perfect Miss Matthews?"
"Excellent specimens," Rhonda had to admit Her own crack was leaking fluids into her underpants. "There's no need to look further for models. What Paula does for women, your young man does for man. Apart they're perfect Together they're sublime."
"Ifs settled," Anita said. She cast a glance back through the glass. As if the two were already statues, they laid quietly, their bodies bronzed with their sweat "You'll begin work tomorrow."
"Yes," Rhonda replied, even though Anita had made a statement and not a question. Rhonda's mind was alive with the ways in which she might mold the two bodies, portraying them in the height of sexual ecstasy. She was positive this would be her greatest work. Those who had stood in awe of her Incarnate Woman would now bow down to worship this masterpiece
"Tm going to my room," Anita said, looking to June, her eyes portraying her need.
I'll take care of everything," June said, reading the request, knowing that Anton was about to make a very important conquest
Anita turned and left the room.
"It will be a masterpiece" Rhonda mumbled as if to herself after Anita had gone
"Yes, Tm sure it shall," June said. She went to tell Anton that Anita wished to see him.
"Looks like ifs up to me from here on out, doesn't it?" he smiled.
"If you ever wanted to make a fuck good, baby, make this one. And awfully lot counts on it"
Anita was waiting in her bedroom. Anton knocked at the door and entered, wearing only his trousers. Already knowing his purpose in being summoned, he hadn't bothered with shirt of underwear. Anita was already on the bed, her body a picture of sensuous curves. She motioned the boy to the bed, and he came.
"My God, you're so young," Anita breathed, seeing him close up. "I thought you would be older. You looked older through the glass."
"Does it matter?" Anton asked. Not waiting for any reply, he got on the bed, kneeling beside her.
"Let's just say that I hardly expected a mere boy to handle himself as you were handling yourself with Miss Moore."
"In that regard, my age doesn't really matter," Anton replied. "Of that I can assure you."
"Don't assure me," Anita smiled. "Show me."
" Take out my cock," Anton instructed.
The boy had begun the formula, the facts and figures that had been vomited out of June's computer. What kind of sex does Anita Paulings enjoy? How does she like to get screwed? What type of body is she after? June had filled the computer with the computations, and the machine had puked up its answers. Anton was the result June took him and molded his body to those specifications the computer had given. She put the boy in a house complete with gymnasium and had him work until his body corresponded as closely to the computer's specifications as were possible. When Anita Paulings had seen Anton step naked into that room with Paula, Anita was seeing a body that had been programmed specifically to please her. The computer had not been wrong. Even the sight of the boy had set her juices running. Before he had even stuck his huge dick up Paula's snatch, he was making sex juices leak from Anita's cunt to run down her thighs.
June had been procuring studs for Anita long enough to know what kind of a male body appealed to the woman most She had utilized her storehouse of knowledge to feed the computer as regarded a suitable mate's physical dimensions. She also was able to go a step further. Time after time she had sat behind viewing panels to watch
Anita and her sex partners cavorting on the bed. Usually she filmed their sexual gyrations, later watching the reels over and over again as she took notes on a long yellow pad. Those notes were later transferred to IBM cards, information becoming just one more hole in a manila piece of cardboard.
What kind of body would appeal to Anita most? The question was asked and the computer had given the answer. Among other things the body had to be muscular, the face boyish the hair black, the eyes green, the cock nine and a half inches flaccid, ten inches in erection, a cleft in the chin, a slight dimple in the right cheek, a wash-boarded stomach June had found Anton, and the qualifications which he didn't initially have, she made him achieve through proper exercise.
What kind of sex does Anita Paulings like to see? That was yet another question Again the computer gave its answers: From behind a two-way mirror, beginning with the male's eating out vagina female in standing position, followed by sixty-nine position on the floor, ending with the fuck. Those were the basic instructions followed precisely like the instructions in a book. June gave them to Anton, forced the boy to study them, get them pat She wanted him to know when to kiss, to bite, when to pull his cock, when to push it, when to kiss, when to grab hair, when to groan. Anton had been a good pupil. His. performance with Paula Moore had been superb. June doubted if Paula was even aware that she was being led through a pre-programmed dance. It had all gone so smoothly.
What kind of sex does Anita Paulings like? It was all there, all spelled out, spit-out by the computer's massive jaws, all decoded, all written on ten sheets of paper. These had been Anton's gospel for three months. Now he would perform again, would call upon his knowledge of the complex formula that a machine had told him would most appeal to Anita Paulings.
"Go ahead," he said. "Pull out my cock and suck on it" Anita felt her body go hot, aware of the flashes pulsing through her body. Yes, he may look like just a boy, but this was no boy in front of her. This was something far more, some magic come to fulfill her sexual desires. She could feel it in her body before the actual sex began. This would really be a sexual experience to surpass all others. How could she tell? Because she wanted to suck his cock. She always liked to begin by sucking cock, but she usually was forced to take the initiative. She didn't like to take the initiative, but her studs were usually too ignorant to see that in the beginning. They thought they were there to fuck, not plug their cocks up Anita Paulings' mouth They weren't perceptive enough to understand her needs. Anton saw it right away, had commanded her to fish out his cock from his pants and suck on it
Anita undid the boy's fly, watching Anton's pubic hair blossom from the gaping like silken threads. She unfastened the button holding together the waist allowing the opening to yawn wider. The boy's cock was hard and bent downward over his balls into his left trouser leg. She reached for the massive root of the thing. Her fingers slipped beneath the curved flesh and the hairy balls. She yanked gently, feeling and seeing the tubing emerge from the boy's pants leg. It was so huge! It was so beautiful! It felt velvety smooth against her fingers.
"Suck it, baby," Anton breathed heavily. "Take it all the way so that the head chokes you."
"Yes," Anita mumbled. "Oh Jesus, yes."
The head of the prick bounded free of its confines, swinging upward and trailing its expanse of thick penile neck. Like a monstrous king cobra, the phallus reared to an erected stance, the body of the snake slightly flattened on belly and back. The huge obelisk was tipped with corona with flared edges. The absence of foreskin had left a ridge where cock head connected to the prick's thick body. The meatus cleaving the corona was wet, oozed a drop of liquid that slimed the slit The drop of moisture acted as a magnet to draw Anita's lips to it
As Anita's face fell forward to take the sausage, Anton's fingers were cupping his balls, pulling them out to droop before him: large scrotal bag, hanging suspended beneath the base of the uplifted pecker.
Anita's mouth brushed the erected stalk, gazing to the tufts of pubic hair curling about the base of the penis. She kissed her way down the pole, finally feeling the silky strands against her lips. Her tongue licked the prick's smooth underbelly, aware that the stalk of hard man-flesh was jumping with each lick.
Anita's nostrils savored the sweet-sour smell of the boy at his crotch It was a delicious aroma of youth and virility. The woman's lips rubbed the prick's base, nibbled upward to the mushroom-like cap that was the cock's corona Anita grabbed the staff of man-flesh, squeezing the tubing between her fingers, allowing her tongue to sample the fluids she milked from the oblong pap.
While Anita's one hand continued caressing the dick, her other hand moved to fondle Anton's balls. She cupped the hairy nuts in her fingers, her face bowing to the shrinking scrotal mass.
Anita's mouth sucked up one testicle, easing the swollen nut into the wet-warm cavity. She opened her mouth wider, sucked to pull the other gonad in to join the first The two sperm-filled masses collided against one another within the cave as Anita moved the two sex glands with her tongue. The woman enjoyed the slightly salty flavor Anton's balls were leaving on her taste buds.
All the while Anita's fingers pulled the penile flesh, stretching it so that the scar tissue resulting from circumcised foreskin almost hooded the monstrous tip. Her thumb massaged the penis' tip, spreading the oozing of pre-seminal liquid that pooled in the meatus. The head of Anton's dick turned shiny with the mess.
Anton moaned the computer had revealed that Anita was turned-on by the sounds of the male subject during sex. The boy moaned again as his nuts were finally released, the masses chilling with the sudden exposure to the air.
Anita's fingers squeezed the prick, the effort ballooning several of the blue-hued veins that latticed the cock's surface. The woman's lips located one of the ribbons, licking it from its origin near the cock's root upward to its re-submergence into the skin within the scar tissue haloing the prick's corona. She yanked all the flesh away from the tip, baring it for oral caress. The meatus yawned wide, raw pink within its slit
"Take it, baby," Anton whispered.
Anita kissed the cock's summit, slowly opening her lips to accommodate the fist-like head.
"Come on, honey, swallow it!" Anton mumbled.
Anita was quick to oblige. She siphoned the monstrous tip into her mouth sucking to bring much of the prick's neck to follow it Anton's cocktip rammed through the veiling of Anita's tonsils, slipped onward to plug the opening of her throat
Anton put his hands in the woman's hair, growling sensuously as her exerted pressure to impale Anita even further over his joystick. Once the woman gagged, Anton relaxed his pushing, allowing throat muscles to adjust before he continued to bury her face over his manhood.
Anita, quickly recovering from her gagging, resumed her fall over the mass of hard meat Down and down she fell until her lips burrowed in the pubic bush her nose blowing warm air to stir the lush pubic fronds. Spit bubbled from her mouth flowing slowly to wash already spit-drenched balls.
"Eat me, cocksucker. Eat me!" Anton commanded.
THE COMPUTER: Subject is usually aroused by the use of dirty language by her partner . . .
"Chomp on my goddamned dick until it squirts."
Anita reared her head back, her lips heaving upward from cock's base to its tip in one easy slide. Then she immediately again buried her head deep over the dick, swallowing the total throbbing inches of Anton's manhood.
Anton worked his body, moved it from side to side as Anita's tongue traveled over his shaft He concentrated, allowing his body to progress toward orgasm.
Every time Anita's tongue lashed Anton's penis, the phallic mass throbbed with the pleasure. The woman bit the tender flesh scraping upward along the hard shaft
Seas of saliva washed the sex pole, bathing it in a sticky warmth
Anton leaned his body into her face, whimpering and gasping his pleasure. His body stiffened with the pleasure of Anita's expert tongue.
"Oh, mother-fucker!" Anton grunted. "Oh, fucking, Jesus Christ!"
The boy's penis jerked, shots of hot magmatic jism jettisoning to coat Anita's throat with viscous spermal glue. The woman pushed her head down all the way, her lips hugged about the bulging base. Her throat muscles caved in with sucking, ballooned out with the deluge of spunk that flooded them.
Anita held the swimming sperm in her mouth, wondering if Anton could anticipate what she wanted next Would he be able to carry it through?
THE COMPUTER: The subject usually wishes to progress immediately to anal coitus, utilizing the male's ejected sperm as lubricant Subject is usually quite distraught if male partner looses erection after initial orgasm.
"I want to fuck your ass," Anton mumbled. His voice was garbled with his just-passed passion. "I want to bury my slime-slicked dick so deep up your ass that you can taste if on the flesh of your throat
Anita pulled her face away, letting cock flap back against the boy's belly. She cupped her hands, spitting her mouthful of sperm and spit into her closed fingers. Streamers of white floated like exotic flowers in the lake of saliva.
"Yes," Anita said. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck the living shit out of me."
The woman wrapped her hands about Anton's prick, smearing the cock with his own sperm. Some of the viscous juices fell to the sheets, the spit becoming absorbed to leave little beads of spermal pearls. Anita then rolled hurriedly to her belly, wiping her hands off in the crease of her ass. Her legs flopped open in invitation for mounting from the rear.
Anton wasted little time. He fell between her legs, spreading asscheeks with one hand while positioning cock on target with the other. He shoved, burying his dick to the hilt in one long slide. His sperm, scraped from his cock by tightly gumming sphincters, formed an opaque halo about the base of his entering prick.
With cock thus firmly inserted in its scabbard, Anton quickly kicked off his pants making himself completely free to have at her.
Anita bit her lip with the pain of the entry. She enjoyed the pain. It was only part of the pleasure. When she felt the agony of cock-stretched ass, she knew that the prelude to pleasure had begun. The wondrous j oys were soon to follow. The pain was but a herald to the enjoyment
Anton jiggled all of his meat within Anita, his belly pressed against the passion-bulged asscheeks. He put his chest against the woman's back, his mouth to the crease of her neck. He bit Anita's neck, grinding his prick deeper yet into the spasming anal trench The walls of the inner butt caved in on the thick tubing, anal muscles working to reject the foreign mass. Anton's balls hung low, drooped between Anita's splayed legs.
Anita imagined herself an animal, speared from behind on a red-hot spike. The muscles of her ass continued their frantic endeavors to dislodge the lance of flesh. Their rapid movements worked more juices from Anton's prick to further wet the walls of her tunnel.
Anita bucked her ass upward, placing her own hand beneath her belly to finger-fuck her hole. She let her hand fuck at her twat, all the while painfully aware that Anton's cock was impaled between her buns.
Anita drug his cock over the walls of that pit, pulling so that asshole bummed only the massive head of his pecker. He then leaned to again press the mass up the clinging hole.
Anita continued the heavings of her ass, utilizing them in conjunction with Anton's movements, bringing all the enjoyment she could from her spearing.
The two assumed a rhythm. The two operated as one, moving on the bed toward mutual explosion. Again and again, penis rammed butt, the ramming causing Anita's anal walls to contract, her vagina walls to flutter about her fingers. The constant attack of prick up asshole had caused both of Anton's nuts to elevate into a prune-like sac of skin. Nuts churned fuller and fuller of seed. The reservoir of spunk reached overflowing.
The cock shoved in deep, buried to the hilt Pleasure caused electric-like shocks to speed along the length of the dick. Anal nerve ends tingled as prick moved over them. Thighs slapped ass with each jumping of prick up her bowels.
" Oh, sweet, sweet, dick!" Anita growled. Anton increased his momentum. His inches pulled and pushed, shoved and shoved again up that butt hole.
Hot gushes of semen exploded from Anton's cock in cue from Anita's own exploding body. Both of them jerked, spasmed, convulsed.
THE COMPUTER: Subject is highly aroused by partner's ability to move directly from normal anal coitus to mutual oral sex. Subject's plateau of arousal is lessoned in direct proportion to the length of time required by her partner to make the change to the new position If male is unable to maintain erection and is slow to become rearoused, it is recommended that he completely skip this phase, and, upon again achieving a turgid state, proceed immediately to the normal coital position: missionary style, face-to-face entry of penis up vagina.
Anton was still hard, his yoga exercises having allowed him to maintain his erection He had no sooner left his thick spunk up Anita's gash than his cock was pulling free and his body was moving into a new position on the bed. He threw his legs over Anita's head. The woman rolled to her back, reaching upward for the cock he was offering her. She pulled the cock downward, marveling at how the tube was still fantastically hard. She raised her head to gobble the meat just as Anton's face fell to bury into the woman's juice-sopped crotch
Anton's hands worked under Anita's ass, palming the rounded humps. He pulled the woman's pussy close to his face. He stuck out his tongue. A fresh deluge of lubricating fluids bathed his tongue. He probed orally for the clitoris, found it, licked it
Anita's body shivered, her own mouth working over hard penile dowel. The two shook in delirious ecstasy. They growled out their delight Tongue darted in and out of sex pit; tongue wrapped and unwrapped phallic pole.
Anita's body was fast to prime for explosion. Her body felt the pleasure hastily engulfing her. She could not believe the degree of pleasure she was experiencing. Never had she experienced such a high state of excitement Never had anyone been instrumental in pushing her so far up the mountain of sexual enjoyment The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her guts were knotted with the ecstasy. She found it almost impossible to breathe.
Anton's rolled tongue continued to fuck the hole. Tongue continued to bathe the budded clit In and out, the tongue moved. Anita's head took up a frantic bobbing over Anton's cock.
Anita heralded her arrival at climax by choking out her pleasure about Anton's dick. At the same moment she heard the boy's own moanings blowing up her snatch Her mouth flooded again with the boy's rich cream. It was warm and saline as Anita sucked it to her belly.
Anton's body was glistening with sweat as he pulled away from sucking mouth, as he pulled his dick free. There was one final fuck to be completed before his cock would be allowed to soften.
THE COMPUTER: Though few men are able to maintain an erectile state capable of vaginal penetration after three orgasms, for those who can, the subject would seem to indicate a preference for normal coitus in conclusion to a sexual encounter.
Almost before Anita knew what was happening, her twat was filling with the blood-engorged cock. The jaws of her vagina ached with the yawning necessary to take the thick phallus between them.
"Oh Jesus, no!" Anita screamed, her fingernails raking the boy's back.
The mere insertion of Anton's penis into Anita's snatch had been instrumental in causing the woman an orgasm. When Anton took up the pumping movements heralding the beginning of the vaginal fuck, Anita's body spasmed in climax again She was hardly aware of what was happening. Her whole body was raw. Her mouth ached from the sucking, her butt was sore from the fucking, and now her cunt was tormented by the friction of the cock's traveling against her pussywalls.
"Oh Jesus, stop!" Anita yelled. "You're killing me"
Anton didn't stop.
Tm going to fuck you," he mumbled into her neck. "Tm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
And he did.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Timothy parked his car, left it behind the bushes as he headed down the path toward the stream. As he approached, he could hear the water gurgling as it danced over the rocks in a series of minor cataracts. The path ended at the water's edge. Timothy stopped to take account of himself. Upstream was the large mossy rock, downstream the huge fallen log which formed a natural bridge across the water. Timothy headed toward the log, watching his footing so that he didn't slip on the wet stones.
It was warm. The sunlight was bright as it reflected off the running water. It was almost painful to look at the glare. The dust danced in the shafts of light A bird sang somewhere, answered by another call. In the tops of the tallest trees there was a breeze stirring. Below, however, there wasn't a breath of air.
Timothy reached the log. The stream dropped suddenly away beneath it, spraying over the rocks to fall into a pool a few yards below. There was a large flat stone in the middle of the pool. On the rock, the boy was naked, sunning himself.
Timothy started down the series of ledges dropping to the pool below. The boy heard his movements, saw the man coming but made no move to greet him. He was lying on his belly, his chin supported on his folded arms.
Timothy almost tripped on a moss-covered rock, cursed loudly. The falling water made a muffled roaring that didn't quite shield the profanity. He finally touched bottom. He stood facing the rock in the pool for a couple of minutes before it became obvious that the boy wasn't going to come to him. Timothy had to go to the boy. He looked around for away to cross the water separating them. He wasn't Christ and couldn't walk on water. The pile of clothes tossed haphazardly in the bushes on the shore gave indication that the youth had swum to where he was now waiting.
The boy said something and motioned. Timothy followed the boy's pointing, not really sure what words had been spoken but knowing from the inflection that it was an answer to his silently asked question. He found the series of stones set like steps in the stream bed. He crossed them carefully, more than a little relieved when he reached his destination. Once when he was small he had fallen into a stream while crossing just such a series of stone steps. He had fallen in and almost drowned. If it hadn't been for a quick-witted uncle, he would have been swept over the falls.
"Mr. Powell?" Anton asked.
"Yes."
" Thank you for coming."
"You said it was about Paula Moore."
"You do know her then."
"Only vaguely. She's an acquaintance."
"Oh" Anton replied. "I rather imagined from what she said that you two had more of a business relationship."
"Tm afraid not"
"You've gone to an awfully lot of trouble to hear about an acquaintance," Anton replied.
"She is missing, was kidnapped as you probably know," Timothy answered. He sat down by the boy, keeping as far away from the water as possible. "Friends of mine and friends of hers are worried. They're quite concerned about her welfare of course."
"Then I'm afraid I've made a mistake in bothering you," Anton replied. "My apologies for putting you to so much inconvenience for nothing."
"But you said you knew where she was."
"I do. But I have no desire to become involved in this purely from the standpoint of helping old friends. The danger is too great to me. I was hoping you represented other people who could make my information a bit more valuable."
"You want money? A ransom?"
"Really, Mr. Powell," Anton laughed. "Do I look like a kidnapper?"
"Just what does a kidnapper look like?" Timothy asked.
"Touche," Anton answered, giving Timothy a point
"You do want to sell your information, though?"
"Oh, in a way, I suppose," Anton answered. "However, it wouldn't be coming out of the pocket of Interpol."
"Interpol?"
"Miss Moore had me rather convinced that she was with the International Police Organization. I was led to believe that you were her Control."
"And if I were?"
"Then I would be quite willing to make a deal."
"What kind of a deal?"
"A deal quite advantageous to you," Anton smiled. He moved to assume a half-lotus position on the rock. As he moved, the sun played on the ripples of his muscles. Even Timothy, straight as a stick, could give an appreciative glance at the boy's body. "Tm willing to deliver up Paula Moore, Rhonda Matthews and Anita Paulings."
"Rhonda Matthews?"
"Do I detect a note of interest?"
"What about Rhonda Matthews."
"She's been kidnapped, too, I understand," Anton grinned.
"Where is she?"
"Before we go any further," Anton said, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes, "shall we both quit playing games? We both know that you're a member of Interpol. We both know that you're trying to connect Anita Paulings with the murders of several well-known artists. We both know you were careless in letting both Rhonda Matthews and Paula Moore slip through your fingers. Now, shall we work from there?"
"And if I were Interpol, then why should I trust you?"
"Miss Moore did," Anton replied. "You surely don't think all of this information was given me in a dream."
"What do you want?"
"Immunity of course. Ifs more than apparent that I must be involved in this thing up to my neck. I can't be a Sir Galahad and protect all the young ladies if my own head is destined to fall with the rest of those involved."
"What else do you want?"
"Safe conduct into Switzerland. As I already have a passport, that really shouldn't offer too much of a difficulty, should it?"
"And what else?"
"That's all."
" That's hard to believe."
"Oh there is one other little thing. Tm sure you would have very little difficulty in arranging i."
"Let's hear."
"I don't want to go through customs on exiting Germany."
"Let's do be serious."
"I'll have to confess, Mr. Powell, I am just a little mercenary. I'm quite willing to put my life on the line to help you, but the cost of my services naturally comes very high So high, as a matter-of-fact, that Interpol could never come up with the sum that I would require for my own risks. We all have different values that we place on things. I value my life a good deal. Interpol would probably call us all expendable before agreeing to the price tag I hang on my own personal services."
"Let's quit talking in riddles. Just what is it you want to get passed through customs?"
"You look so suspicious, Mr. Powell. Do you think I want to smuggle opium or some other narcotic out of the country?"
'Tm waiting for you to tell me."
"Ifs a statue," Anton said. "Nothing very large, just a small miniature. I could probably smuggle it out of the country myself, but I thought this way would be far simpler. I thought if I were willing to scratch your back, you might scratch mine."
"A statue of what?"
"Ifs called The Coupling," Anton replied. "I really doubt that you've ever heard of it Ifs not a public art treasure or anything like that, you understand. Ifs just that I hate to go through the bother of passing it through customs. All that paperwork is so tedious. You do understand, don't you?"
"I understand that the piece was worth over two-million dollars when John Paulings purchased it in
"You surprise me," Anton said, evidently impressed. Before he had met June, Anton had never even heard of The Coupling.
"You've picked wisely," Timothy replied, his own tone of voice displaying an evident appreciation for the boy's own apparent awareness. "The piece is small, easily transported, and worth a thousand times its weight to the right collector. I suppose you already have a collector lined up?"
"Discretion, of course, disallows my making any comments in that regard as I'm sure you can well understand."
"Far easier to dispose of that piece than one of Miss Paulings' more recent collector's items."
" The latest editions to Miss Paulings' collection are a bit inconvenient to steal because of their size."
"You know that I'll have to check this out with my superiors. Tm hardly authorized to make any deals like this on my own"
" Then you contact your superiors, Mr. Powell."
" How will I contact you?"
TU contact you," Anton said. "I must be careful. This game is for keeps, after all. Miss Paulings has more to lose than an antique piece of sculpture."
Timothy left, carefully maneuvering himself over the rocks and up the incline. When Timothy had disappeared above the falls, Anton stretched languidly, enjoying the warmth of the stone on his naked flesh He trailed his hands in the water, the liquid as cold on his fingers as the stone was hot on the several parts of his body.
Anton stood, stretched again, walked to the edge of the rock. The pool was clear, slightly ripped by the force of the falling water closer to the cascades. The rocks were mica-flecked. They glittered amid waving fronds of algae. Anton dove, cutting the water cleanly and the coolness of the liquid engulfed him, swallowed him completely. He opened his eyes, swimming downward until his fingers stirred clouds of dust at the bottom of the pool. He swam to a stone shaped like a large toadstool. Holding to it, he kept himself submerged until his lungs cried for air. He shot to the top, his body breaking the surface. The hot air was like a blast furnace as his buoyancy brought him at least halfway out of the water before he sunk back into the supporting liquid. He swam over to the falls, remained beneath the falling water until his hair was plastered to his head and face, his brains frozen.
Back on the rock, he let the sun dry him. The liquid evaporated from his body, and the stone around him turned dry again. He took a short nap, waking to find that half the pool was in shadow. He estimated the time, decided against swimming ashore, opting instead for the drier walkway Timothy had utilized.
Reaching his clothes, he took his watch from his shoe, noted that he hadn't missed his guess by more than ten minutes. He dressed, heading downstream instead of the way Timothy had arrived and exited. He walked slowly, enjoying the summer sun, the clean aid, the smell of pines and other forest plants. He found the pathway that angled off into the trees. He took it, immediately noticing the change of temperature as he entered the shade. Shafts of sunlight penetrated the trees, making an intricate design through which he walked.
Upon reaching his car, he again checked his watch He climbed behind the wheel and waited. Fifteen minutes later, the other car came into view along the dirty road. It stopped. A man got out, Anton going to greet him.
"Mr. Lamont?" the man asked.
"And you are Mr. Fleming," Anton said. "I presume you've brought good news. Miss Hampton is quite anxious."
"Everything has been arranged."
"The plane?"
"It will be waiting."
"Excellent"
"You will have the statue?"
"It will be delivered in Switzerland. The money?"
"That will be taken care of in Switzerland once Mr. Timms officially takes possession of the piece."
"That's satisfactory. Now if you'll give me some written verification for Miss Hampton."
"Written verification is quite impossible," the man replied. "Just give her this. Tm sure it will be sufficient indication that we mean to keep our part of the bargain." He handed Anton a ten-thousand dollar pile of bills.
"Then I shall be seeing you soon."
"I certainly hope so," the man replied. He went back to his car, started it, began backing it up the dirt road.
Anton waited until the car was gone before he started his own auto and followed the same road to the highway.
It was late afternoon when he reached the Chateau. He parked the car in the garage, met Anita coming from the stables. He could tell from the smell of horse and leather about her that she had been riding.
"Whatever did you find in town to keep you amused so long?" she asked curiously.
"As a matter-of-fact, I spent very little time in the village," Anton replied. "I found a quiet mountain pool and spent the day swimming, sunning, and just being by myself. It was really quite relaxing. What with spending days on and with Paula while everyone gawks and Rhonda sketches, it does get to be a bit much sometimes. I welcomed the opportunity to be alone."
"Are you actually saying that you don't enjoy all the gawking?" Anita laughed. "Someone as well aware of their good looks as you are must certainly have a certain pleasure in knowing that others enjoy just looking."
"Everyone should be by themselves occasionally," Anton replied. "Ifs good for the soul."
Anita laughed. It was a low and sensuous sound. She was glad to see the boy. The rub of the saddle against her twat had caused a pleasant tingling sensation at her cunt The sight of Anton now set fire in her snatch She wanted the feel of his cock again up her cunt She begrudged him his time alone. She begrudged Rhonda the time she spent sketching his naked body. She begrudged the sexual embrace Paula held the boy in daily while Rhonda watched with her charcoals and pad. More than once the artistic sessions resulted in sex. The subject being worked was too erotic, the pose too sexual to keep even a person with Anton's control too long from turning business into pleasure. Anita begrudged Paula the massive quantities of Anton's sperm which had washed that girl's tubes.
"Well, have you had enough solitude to last you for one day?" Anita grinned.
"I think so," Anton replied, knowing what she was getting at
"How would you like to come to my room for a quick fuck before supper?"
"Td love to," Anton answered. If he went to screw with Anita, June would have to wait a little longer for his report It would do the broad good to wait a little.
He walked with Anita to the house.
CHAPTER NINE
"I really can't stay," Anton said, shutting the door behind him. "Miss Paulings is expecting me."
"That lucky broad," June answered, sitting on the bed. "I'll be glad when all this is over so that I can get a sampling of that cock of yours again You wouldn't condescend for a short quickie before traipsing off to your mistress, now, would you?"
"I don't think That's particularly wise, especially this evening. Do you?"
"I suppose not," June sighed.
"So just what is it you want, darling?" Anton queried.
"I thought since this might be the last opportunity, we should go over the plan of action one final time."
"Good God, June! We've only gone over it forty-million times."
"But I want to make sure ifs right," she answered. "Ifs especially got to be letter perfect tonight of all nights. There can't be any mistakes. Come on now, one more time, just to show me that you've still got your memory and all this fucking you've been doing lately hasn't made you rummy."
"I fuck Miss Paulings senseless, screw her until she's too exhausted to move."
"I suspected you'd remember that part of it," June grinned.
"Then when Miss Paulings has collapsed into a sex-satiated slumber, I take the small gold key from around her broken neck, dial eight on the phone which will be your signal to disengage the alarm. I will then unlock the secret panel, grab The Coupling from its glass case."
"And remember that you have less than twenty-five seconds to get the door unlocked, to get in, and get out with the statue and relock the door. If the alarm system is manually disengaged for more than thirty seconds, the auxiliary alarm is activated. I must, therefore, turn back on the system after twenty-five seconds. If you're not done and the sirens go off, you know the consequences."
"I shudder to think of the consequences."
"If this doesn't come off right, we're liable to both end up as dead as Anita Paulings is going to be at the end of this. I certainly wouldn't like that, and Tm sure neither would you. Now if you would like to go on and tell me the rest of the plan so that Tm sure you've got it pat, you can get out of here."
"As I remember it, and Tm sure I do remember it, I bring the statue to you," Anton complied like a dutiful child delivering an assignment he had been told to memorize. "You hide it somewhere. I drive away to my rendezvous with Mr. Fleming and his chartered airplane. I fly off to Rome. You later see that the statue is delivered to Switzerland and Mr. Timms. We both meet later this year in Cairo where we split the take."
"Very good."
"You still won't be convinced that it would be just as well for me to take the statue with me?"
"We've gone over all of this before, haven't we?" June asked "Ifs not that I don't trust you, you know. Ifs just that we have to take all precautions necessary to assure that no one finds out who the buyer is. They'll undoubtedly find out about the unscheduled plane once you turn up missing. But when they find out that it went to Rome, they'll never dream that we're disposing of the statue in Switzerland. And you, my young friend, are going to have enough trouble keeping yourself out of sight without having to worry about disposing of a piece of sculpture."
"One question which suddenly occurs to me."
"Yes?"
"After I've made my fantastic getaway, how do you explain the fact that I made off with The Coupling with out once tripping the intricate alarm system? Isn't anyone going to suddenly realize that I had an accomplice in the computer room?"
"Ifs going to take them quite awhile to find out that the statue is even missing," June said. "If someone does find out, I'll tell them that you managed to fix a few of the computer tapes so that you temporarily shorted the system."
"You actually think anyone is going to swallow that?"
'Tm betting an awfully lot on their doing just that," June said. "Besides with Anita dead, all will be confusion anyway."
"I guess I'll have to take your word for it," Anton said. "Ifs just a bit late for me to back out, isn't it?"
"It will work perfectly, Anton," June assured. "Believe me."
"Well," Anton sighed, checking his watch "Do you want to wish this Don Juan good luck?"
"Luck," June said, getting up from the bed, walking to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "And when ifs all over, Anton, we'll both be millionaires.
With a million, it won't be too hard to change identities. Not hard at all."
She kissed him. He returned the kiss. She let one of her hands drift down his back to his butt, around his stomach, down to his crotch
"Ifs all hard and ready," June said.
"Which reminds me of something important," Anton said, disengaging himself. "I had best get to her before she begins to wonder what has happened to me"
"I suppose so," June sighed, wishing that hard prick erected between Anton's legs would soon be plowing up her guts instead of up Anita's.
Anton turned and exited the room. He didn't immediately go to Anita, however. He went first to his own room. There he picked up the gun and the bottle of champagne. He put the gun in his pocket The champagne he carried with him into the hall where he set it behind a vase of flowers on a stand outside Anita's bedroom door. He had placed two champagne glasses there earlier. He then proceeded to the panel that allowed entrance to the secret wing of the house He went directly to the studio. Rhonda was surprised to see him.
" Hello," she said, laying aside her sketch pad. She had begun work on the mock-up clay model. The rough blob of clay stood covered with wet cloths in the center of the room. "I thought you'd be off doing your duty about now."
"I don't have much time," Anton said. He took the gun out of his pocket and extended it to her butt first "You'll need this."
"What is this?" Rhonda asked, standing. "Need that for what?"
"You do want to get out of here, don't you? Well, Tm going to give you a way ou."
"You?"
"Paula Moore and myself are agents for Interpol," Anton said. "We were assigned to this case because we knew that Miss Paulings has pulled this kidnapping and murder of an artist several times before."
"Murder?"
"Come on, now, Miss Matthews, let's not pretend that the idea never crossed your mind. You've already been reported missing to the outside world. Your rumored death has already caused the price of your art pieces to go up. Were you to actually complete Miss Paulings' Venus and Adonis, you may rest assured that it would be priceless as the last official work you did before dying."
"Slow down," Rhonda gasped.
"There is no time to slow down," Anton said. "Ifs become necessary for us to move in on Miss Paulings' earlier than we anticipated. Tm sorry that I haven't been able to fill you in on the details until now. However, it is imperative that both you and Miss Moore exit the premises before the fireworks really begin That means that you'll have to exit this evening."
"And you think one small revolver is going to get us out of this fortress?"
"Smaller keys have unlocked bigger doors," Anton said. " Have you ever killed a man?"
"No," Rhonda replied. By this time she had taken the revolver. It felt heavy in her hand.
"Can you?" Anton followed.
"Kill a man?"
"You must kill your guard this evening," Anton said. "And it will be imperative that you kill him. The revolver is equipped with a silencer. If you act fast, there should be no outcry. He won't be expecting anything. When you and Paula call him into your room, he will most likely think ifs merely to be the third part for a menage."
"Paula isn't staying in my room."
"She is this evening," Anton said. "Ifs already been arranged. Of course Anita thinks if s merely for the purpose of renewing an old sexual liaison. Please don't forget yourself and do remember what the purpose of her joining you is."
"You're serious about this, aren't you? You're actually expecting us to break out of here?"
"Are you afraid?"
"Hell, yes."
"Do you want out?"
"I have no desire to die here," Rhonda said. "Tm too young to go out quite like Anita Paulings apparently has planned for me."
"You are aware that it is imperative that your guard not exit your room alive once he has entered it this evening?"
"I always thought the good guys weren't supposed to commit murder."
"This is not a melodrama, Miss Matthews. It is stark reality. There must be no doubts that your guard be unable to sound the alarm. The one positive assurance is that he not be alive to do so. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Kill him and then you and Miss Moore meet me out by the garage at two o'clock. Please be precise."
"This is a nightmare," Rhonda said.
"Can you do it? Kill him, I mean."
"We'll meet you at two," Rhonda replied, checking to make sure the revolver was loaded. It was.
Anton turned and left the room. En route down the hall, he met Paula. She smiled nervously. He had clued her in the day before on what was expected of her. They exchanged greetings. That was all. The guard Anita had assigned to both women was sitting in a chair just down the hallway. Anton walked past him on the way to Anita's bedroom.
"I thought maybe Td been stood up," Anita commented when Anton entered the bedroom.
"Sorry I'm late," Anton smiled. "I couldn't resist stopping to pick up a bottle of champagne."
"So thoughtful," Anita grinned.
Anton quickly took off his clothes. He uncorked the bottle and took it and the glasses to the bed.. His cock was hard when he reached her.
He poured them each a glass, putting the bottle on the bedside stand.
"To this evening," Anton said, raising his glass in toast
"To fun and games," Anita added. She sipped from her glass.
Anton faked a swallow, excused himself to go to the bathroom.
" How are you going to do any pissing with your cock that hard?" Anita laughed after him.
"Easy," Anton answered. "I'll stand on my hands by the toilet"
Once in the bathroom, the door shut behind him, Anton dumped his drugged champagne down the sink.
Back in the bedroom, Anita tasted her drink again. It was warm, and rather than finish it, she decided on a glass of cold. She got out of bed, walked the short distance to the small setup in the corner of the room. She dumped the warm liquid into an empty ice bucket and went to the small refrigerator. There was no champagne
"There's no champagne," she remembered having said just the night before. I've got to get stocked up here."
She had forgotten. Well, Anton had been sweet to think of a bottle, but he really should have brought a cold one There was nothing Anita disliked more than warm champagne. She decided on a bourbon and water. She took a fresh glass, filled it with ice. She was adding the bourbon when she heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.
Anton noticed with satisfaction Anita's empty champagne glass.
"Bourbon?" Anton asked, seeing what the woman was in the process of mixing for herself. "I thought you liked champagne. There's still almost a whole bottle left"
"I love champagne, darling," Anita replied, "but the bottle you so thoughtfully brought is really just a bit warm to be all that enjoyable. Would you like some of it over ice? A bit gauche, but if you had your heart set on champagne, it would probably be better than nothing."
'I'll pass this time."
"Maybe some bourbon?" Anita substituted. "Nothing," Anton answered, trying to estimate whether one glass of the wine would have been enough He had certainly put enough of the sleeping pills into the bottle. T want to be able to function properly this evening."
"I doubt that a couple of drinks will hinder your performance," Anita laughed. She brought her drink with her to the bed.
Anton had put his own empty glass next to the champagne bottle and had climbed into bed. He really wished she would have had at least one more glassful, but he would just have to hope that the one was enough
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful body?" Anita asked.
"Yep," Anton stretched. "You told me just the other evening."
"It makes me hungry just looking at it," Anita commented.
"Want to eat me?" Anton smiled. "Tm willing."
Anita drained her glass of bourbon, filled her mouth with some of the ice remaining. She lowered her face over Anton's crotch sucked up the thick cock into the ice-filled cavity that was her mouth
On the opposite end of the Chateau, Paula tried to look provocative on the bed. Rhonda stood by the door, preparing to open it
"Try to look not quite too tense," Rhonda said. "This is supposed to be a parry."
"At which one of the guests ends up getting killed?"
"Ifs either him now or us later," Rhonda reminded her. "Why in the hell didn't you tell me you and Anton were with Interpol?"
"I didn't know he was until he told me," Paula answered. " Timothy didn't tell me about him."
"Timothy who?"
"An old friend," Paula said. "Anyway, he used to be."
" He's not any more?"
"Would a good friend get me into a mess like this?"
"You have a point there," Rhonda agreed. She took a deep breath and opened the door. The guard greeted her. He was big, blond, and looked all German.
"You're not allowed to leave the room after dark," he reminded her, blocking her exit
"I'm not coming out You're coming in," Rhonda said. She stepped back so that the man could see Paula in the bed. "She wants you to join the parry. I confidentially told her I thought you looked like a pencil dick."
"You think so?" the man smiled as if he knew something Rhonda didn't
"I've been wrong before," the woman shrugged. "With Miss Paulings locking herself up with the best meat in the place, I would probably settle for even a pencil dick right now."
"The boy isn't the only man in the house," the man replied. His eyes kept flitting from Rhonda to Paula. The latter was posing suggestively on the bed. Paula adjusted the lace of her negligee so that more of her ample busts came into show.
"I think you're wrong there," Rhonda said, "but Tm willing to let you try to prove otherwise." She reached out suddenly, grabbing hold of the bulge at the man's crotch He didn't try to stop her. "Not bad," Rhonda admitted "You're sure That's not just a sock you've got stuffed in there?"
"Ifs no sock, lady."
"What's your name, stud?"
"Rolph"
"Well, Rolph, do you want to come in and soften that hard-on of yours up two willing snatches?"
"I don't think That's part of my job," Rolph replied.
"You think fucking is ever a job?" Rhonda asked. "You wouldn't be queer or something, now, would you, Rolph"
"Fat chance of that," Rolph replied.
"You know," Rhonda said, feeling the ridge of meat grow even harder under her caress, "I knew a big boy like you once He was hung like a horse. Only thing was his cock didn't do any earthly good. He saved his cock for little boys. Is that what you do, Rolph save your cock for little boys?"
Rolph stepped into the room, shut the door behind him.
"Rolph has decided to come on in and see if he can live up to Anton," Rhonda said. "I doubt whether he can."
"Tm willing to let him try," Paula said. Her hands started pulling her negligee up over her knees and thighs.
Rhonda noted that Paula sounded hardly excited by the prospect of sex with the guard. However, it was also apparent that Rolph didn't note her reluctance. His eyes watched the creeping lace, his cock readily visible in its hardened state at his crotch
"Strip down," Rhonda said. "Let's see the merchandise."
Rhonda moved close to him, helping him unfasten his belt As the man unbuttoned his shirt, Rhonda hooked her hands in his shorts, yanking his pants and underwear down over his muscular hips and thighs. On her knees when the swollen cock bounded into view, Rhonda quickly pulled the pole to her lips and licked the fluted edges of the corona The prick wasn't as big as Anton's, but then how many men had cocks that were? It was an average cock, but Rhonda had been sent pretty damned high by some average cocks in her lifetime.
Rolph groaned in appreciation of Rhonda's licking of his dick. This was really more than he expected. He had long thought that he would have liked to get into either of these broads' pants but had never really dreamed it possible. Yet here he was, one down sucking his dick, the other her negligee yanked upward to reveal her cunt was playing with herself on the bed.
Rolph's cock fit nicely in Rhonda's mouth. The woman was a bit put out that she hadn't thought of inviting the guard in for sex sooner than this. As it was, she wasn't going to be able to taste his sperm on her tongue which was a shame. By the size of the German's large sagging nuts, Rhonda suspected the man could really give her a mouthful at climax. But Rhonda didn't know how this guy would react to an orgasm. He could very well have been one of those who would go soft right away, pull up their pants and leave. Rolph couldn't leave. He had to stay and die. In order to die, he had to become too occupied to see Rhonda get the gun. As Rhonda and Paula saw it, that required fucking and not sucking.
Rhonda pulled her head away.
"Come on, baby, don't stop," Rolph whispered. "That felt real good."
"We've got something else in mind for this evening," Rhonda said. She nodded toward Paula on the bed.
Paula's fingers were working her cunt With Rolph's gaze, the woman hooked both of her hands on the folds of her twat and pulled open the doorway to reveal layers of verigated pink flesh The slit was wet with its natural lubricants.
"Fill me," Paula said, wiggling her hips on the bed. "You look like a man. Let's see if you can perform like one."
"Go ahead, stud," Rhonda said. "If you still want head when Paula's finished with you, you can have it"
Rolph went cautiously to the bed. He still wasn't sure what was happening. He felt a little ill at ease. Then he subconsciously c hided himself. What could they possibly be up to? He could easily take care of both of them. That's why Anita had assigned him to the job. No one thought they would actually cause any trouble. They both knew how securely they were held within the Chateau. There was no danger that they could get Rolph's gun He wasn't carrying one. Someone his size and with his experience needed no weapon to guard two helpless women
"Come on, stud," Paula begged, heaving up her hips and burying her fingers up her sex hole. "Tm ready." She reached one hand up and wrapped his dick.
Rolph let her pull him onto the bed. He fell between her legs. He was aware that her hips were raising to meet the downward thrusting of his cock. Paula sighed loudly as cock penetrated her inner sanctum. She sounded like a balloon, poked with a pin and losing air. Only this balloon was her body, this pin was a hard prick.
It was good up that juicy snatch real good. Rolph took a quick glance to make sure that this wasn't just a diversionary action to let Rhonda slip from the room. Rhonda hadn't left She had actually moved further into the bedroom. She was standing by the dresser which was shoved tightly against one wall.
Assured that Rhonda wasn't up to any mischief, Rolph let himself settle into enjoying the fuck. His hands stroked Paula's ass, pulling her hips upward as his cock rammed and rammed the hugging vaginal depths.
He pumped her hard, harder. Her experienced cunt muscles quickly worked the man to a high pitch of excitement His lips slobbered kisses on her cheeks. His tongue licked designs on her flesh as his mouth groaned his pleasure.
Paula felt her own growing excitement The pleasures were even more intense because she knew that any minute the human machine humping her would be stopped by a fatal bullet
Cock sped through the juices swimming within cunt's hole, Rolph's jabbing thrusts pushing Paula's body deep into the bed. In and out, in and out Rolph's breathing came heavier, deeper, more frantic.
Paula climaxed. She couldn't hold it back. It came suddenly to turn her insides to water. Rolling waves of pleasure undulated to engulf her. Her eyes blurred with her passion. Through the pleasure spawned within her own churning guts, Paula was vaguely aware of Rolph's own cries of pleasure.
"Good, baby!" the man growled, his mind lost in the thrill of the fuck. He was filled with the humming sounds of sex.
Rolph pulled the woman's climaxing body close to his own, squeezing her asscheeks in his large hands. His nuts were primed for explosion. His hips were out of control. Pump. Pump. PUMP! "Jesus, fuck!" he screamed.
His nuts blew their load. His juices exploded up Paula's inner belly. There was pleasure. Oh God, the pleasure! There was the pain. Oh God, the pain! A flash of blinding blood-red stabbed at his brain. His body humped frantically, spasming out its death dance. Finally with a final heaving, Rolph became a dead weight upon the woman's body.
Rhonda laid the gun on the table by the bed, used both hands to pull the man's body off Paula Rolph's eyes were still open, still glazed with the pleasure of the fuck and the shock of dying. There was a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth His cock was still hard as it pulled loose, drooling the remains of the spit-like sperm it had just blasted but seconds before Rhonda looked at Paula Paula's eyes were wide, her mouth open Though Rolph no longer rode her, her hips still moved upon the bed.
"Paula?" Rhonda asked. "What is it?"
"Tm hot," Paula mumbled, unable to keep her fingers from her crotch "Jesus, I am hot, hot, hot"
"Yes," Rhonda replied, suddenly realizing that her own cunt had been leaking through the entire murder.
Rhonda climbed over Rolph's body and into the space between Paula's opened legs. She ran her hands slowly up and down the woman's inner thighs. She gazed at the sexual pit which was wet with female juices and Rolph's discharged semen. Paula's fingers still worked the hole How lovely was the delicious pink softness! Rhonda let her hands wander to the gash The thighs were damp with the juices.
Rhonda pulled Paula's hands away, her own taking up where the others left off. Her fingers wandered in and out of the crack, touching the swollen clit that appeared through the roof of the folds. The bud grew harder yet under Rhonda's careful ministrations.
"Eat me!" Paula screamed. "Jesus, eat it like you used to."
"Do you want me to, baby?" Rhonda asked. "Do you want my tongue?"
"Please, yes," Paula moaned.
Rhonda bent her head to the offering. Her nose pressed to the crevice, smelling the hot warmth of female snatch alive with male sperm. Her eyes saw the glisten of the juices. Cunt hairs were damp with the fluids.
Rhonda licked the twat's outer lips, tongue jabbing into the outer cavity. She felt the silky smooth flesh tremble as she licked it She tasted the oiliness of female juices, the salty residue from Rolph's wasted sperm. Paula shook with the caressing. The woman reared her hips upward, thrusting her vagina so that clit drug against Rhonda's tongue
Rhonda spread the vaginal lips, tongue going in further. Paula's legs flopped open even wider. Rhonda's face became wet with sexual moisture
Paula let the pleasure engulf her. She arched her head back into the pillow, shutting her eyes. She was aware that Rolph's body was still beside her. She could almost feel him growing cold. His very presence added a macabre pleasure to those passions already thrilling her.
Paula shot off her guts, her body twisting beneath
Rhonda's persistent sucking.
At the same time, Anita was climaxing beneath Anton's methodic pumping. Anton left the last drops of his sperm in Anita's tubes and rolled off the woman. Anita groaned as the thick prick left her snatch She felt somehow empty without it She also felt exhausted. She had climaxed so many times beneath Anton's expert probing that she felt like mush She brought her legs together, feeling the wetness of the inner thighs stick as they touched. A muscle in her leg twitched uncontrollably. Her whole body ached pleasurably.
"It seems I got carried away and broke this," Anton whispered.
Anita opened her eyes. Anton was on his side, his face over hers. In his fingers he held a gold key dangling from its broken chain. Anita smiled and took it Weakly she laid the gold on the bed stand next to the champagne bottle. The links coiled like a snake on the polished surface.
"It was worth it," Anita smiled. "Sweet Jesus, was it worth it"
She felt tired, very tired. She felt as if she could drift into sleep and stay there for days. "Tired?" Anton asked. "Hmmm,"
" Hmmm mm," Anita mumbled.
"I am, too," Anton replied. Anita could hardly hear him. She felt herself moving off into peaceful sleep.
Anton laid beside her, waited until her even breathing told him that she was definitely asleep. He checked his watch It said twelve o'clock. June would be positioned in the Computer Room awaiting his call. But he had told Rhonda and Paula to meet him at two. He couldn't call June for at least another hour and three quarters.
He got out of bed. He had plenty to do this evening besides steal a statue and rendezvous with two young ladies at the garage. He thought briefly of Paula and Rhonda, wondering if they had or would be able to carry out their part of the plan. But he only thought of them for a short time. Right now he had other things to do. Later he could worry about Rhonda and Paula.
Anton dressed and slipped from the bedroom. He returned briefly to his own room, wrapping the explosives in a coat and carrying them back into the hallway. This was purely a precautionary measure. He would wire the helicopter to explode just in case June should somehow escape him. Of course, her escape was highly improbable June would hardly escape anywhere, especially if June followed the line of action he expected she was planning to follow. But it was always better to be prepared on all sides. If he missed killing her in the Computer Room, then any attempted escape via helicopter would prove equally disastrous. It would be easy to disconnect the bomb when he, himself, was ready to make his escape
The helicopter was on its landing pad. The pilot had brought it in early that morning. Anton had had the explosives wired just in case the helicopter did return. Its landing hardly upset him at all.
It took the boy little time to conceal the small packet and rig the proper wires to their necessary connections. He met no one, saw no one. Only once, one of the dogs barked out on the grounds. Everything was working quite according to plan
When he returned to Anita's bedroom, he still had over an hour to wait Anita was still sleeping peacefully. The drugged champagne taken in conjunction with sex had apparently done its job. Anton didn't bother undressing. What the use? Anita wasn't going to wake up for more sex. Not the way she was sawing logs.
The boy went to the bedside table and took the small gold key. What a revelation to rip the chain off her neck during sex. He wouldn't have to screw around with taking it off and putting it back around her neck. He sat down in the chair and waited. At one-fifty, he got up and went to the phone. He dialed eight
Per instructions he didn't answer when he heard June's voice on the other end.
"It will be disengaged in five seconds," June whispered after waiting for thirty seconds for a voice just in case someone besides Anton chanced to be using the phone.
Anton, leaving the phone off its hook, went to the wall. He moved the picture frame housing the Picasso sketch of five horses and one rider and placed the small key in the slot in the wall. He turned the key, and the wall swung open to reveal a room filled to overflowing with the Paulings' art collection It was very easy to find The Coupling. It was right where June had said it would be: in a glass case just inside the opened panel. The miniature was set on black velvet It was the first time Anton had actually seen the work other than in a picture He took little time to admire it This piece was to be admired only by those people who could afford to admire it
Anton was not one of those people. To him this was not a piece of art It was his ticket to a fortune. It was a piece of attractively wrought metals, excellently arranged but hardly something Anton would have been willing to put out three-million dollars to add it to his collection if he had one. Of course, he didn't have as many idle millions lying around as Mr. Timms apparently did off in that large Swiss Chalet
The piece was heavier than Anton expected, but it could still be held though a bit uncomfortable in one hand. He brought it into the bedroom, shut the panel, turned the key. He went back to the telephone and placed it back on the receiver to let June know that he had succeeded and she could safely re-engage the alarm system.
Anton wrapped the statue in the same coat which he had previously used to conceal the explosives for the helicopter. The hallway was quiet and empty as always when he entered it He made one last stop at his room to pick up another revolver which he had hidden beneath his underclothes in the dresser. He went to meet June.
"My God, you've done it! "June exclaimed, reaching for the bundle.
Anton released it to her. She laid it on the desk, unveiled it
"We both did it," Anton said.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she murmured, evidently more impressed with its artistic characteristics than Anton had been.
"Gorgeous," Anton said just to hear his own voice.
"Did you have any trouble?"
"None. Her neck snapped like a dry twig."
"No big loss," June said with evident satisfaction. "I presume you have a safe place for it" Anton said. "I do."
"Where?" the boy asked.
"Here, I'll show you," she said. She re-wrapped the statue in the coat, carried it over to one of the IBM consoles. She handed Anton the package, getting down on her hands and knees. "If s a false front," she said, pulling free a piece of the metal paneling.
He gave her the statue, and she put it into the space she had uncovered. When the false front was again secured, she stood.
"Are you ready?"
"You have the keys?"
She gave them to him.
"And which lane is safe for driving this evening?"
"The center one," June said, leaning to kiss him goodbye. "I'll see you in Cairo."
"Don't forget, will you?"
June laughed at the apparent joke.
Anton detoured through the house on his way to the garage. He picked up the telephone in the Irving room. He dialed the Inn in the village, asked for Timothy Powell Timothy's voice was heavy with sleep when he answered.
"Listen carefully Mr. Powell, for I have Utile time."
"Who is this?" Timothy asked. "Anton Lamon."
"Something's wrong?"
"She's found out about my trying to help you," Anton whispered.
"How?"
"She's just found out Tm trying to get them out by car this evening. It might already be too late."
Anton hung up the phone He went to the garage Both Rhonda and Paula were waiting. He didn't ask how it came out with the guard. He could tell by their excitement that they had done as instructed. He gave them the keys.
"Take the middle lane out," he said. "The other two have mines which are activated."
"You're not coming with us?" Paula asked.
"I have some unfinished business here," Anton said. "Good luck to the both of you. Tell Timothy I'll see him later."
"But what happens when they find out we've gone? They'll know you had something to do with it"
"Don't worry about me," Anton said. I've made arrangements to get me out safely. Now, you really must hurry. There's very little time"
"Thanks for everything," Rhonda said. "Look me up when you're out of this, and I'll give you proper thanks."
"Tm just liable to take you up on that," Anton grinned.
Five minutes later, the car went through the gate with its sign warning about explosives. It hit a live mine in the center lane and exploded. Anton saw the mushroom of fire, opened the door to the Computer Control.
"Anton!" June exclaimed.
"Surprise," Anton replied. His gun was drawn, aimed at her. "I'll bet I'm the last person you expected to see."
"But the explosion."
"Did you actually think you were going to kill me off so easily? You underestimate my intelligence. How convenient it would have been for you had I been blown up while trying to leave. Everyone would have thought I had killed Anita, stolen the statue, and then been blown up trying to escape. No one would ever have known that you had the statue locked safely away. How greedy you are, June dear."
"Who was in the car?"
"Miss Matthews and Miss Moore. It might interest you to know that Miss Moore was working for Interpol. They're going to be very unhappy about her death But what else could I do? I merely wanted to find out if you were trustworthy. You see, June, Love, if you hadn't been so selfish and wanted the whole pie, I would have willingly shared it with you. If the car with the young ladies in it would have gotten safely through the maze, I would have followed in the sports car. But you killed them, my dear, thinking they were me. So, now I have no other alternative but to kill you."
"Don't be a fool, Anton. You need me. Do you actually think you'll be able to get the statue out of the country without me?"
"That's already been arranged," Anton smiled." I deliver Miss Paulings to Interpol, and they give me free passport to Switzerland with the statue. You know they are quite anxious to pin all these murders on Miss Paulings, or did you? Now that Miss Moore is dead, they'll now be even more anxious to get their hands on the person responsible for taking her life."
"But Anita is dead. You killed her. What do you think Interpol will say to that?"
"She's really not dead," Anton smiled. "You see, I lied to you. I really didn't kill her. I merely drugged her. She's my ticket out of this country. I'll come out of this the hero delivering up the criminal."
"You're joking!"
He shot her, watching her sink unbelievingly to the floor in the pool formed by her own blood. She had no sooner spasmed her last than he heard the noise and felt the sharp pain in his shoulder. His gun dropped useless to the floor. He turned to see the woman behind him. She held a gun, the barrel still smoking from the bullet it had released to bury in Anton's shoulder.
"All very interesting." Anita said.
"You?"
"Unfortunately, I didn't drink your drugged champagne, my dear. And with all the noise around here this evening, it has become quite impossible for me to sleep. It seems the fates have been with me once again. I always manage to survive. It was meant to be that way. How shocking to find that you -were actually planning to turn me over to Interpol. I really felt an attachment for you. I might even have married you one day. You were that good. But you must die, and I must go on. You can die though knowing that I doubt I shall ever find anyone to equal you in the sex department"
"Wait!" Anton pleaded.
"But there's no time to wait," Anita smiled sadly. I've got to leave here. I have no doubts that Interpol agents will soon be overflowing the place."
"You'll never get away."
"I think so," Anita replied. "And when Tm out of here, my money will buy me alibis like it has always bought them for me. Everyone has their price, Anton, and I fortunately have enough money to pay it And now with everyone dead, there's no one left to implicate me in any of this mess."
She killed him, left him dead on the floor beside June, his blood flowing to mingle with the other woman's.
The pilot had the helicopter warmed up and waiting when Anita reached the landing pad.
