She felt him stir against her before she was fully awake. She had risen and slipped her nightgown on after he had drifted off the night before, but now his hands fumbled at it. She felt them first at her breast, squeezing inside the tight bodies, feeling for the nipple of one full breast, attempting to plunder it into erectness. But something cold in her refused to be brought to life. The nipple remained tiny, retreated, hiding itself in the soft flesh of the breast, burrowed into it, virginally shy.
He seemed to sense that he had failed here and now the hand moved down, tugging at the hem of the short gown, drawing it aside and then forcing itself between the warm thighs, teasing the silken inner flesh, attempting to tantalize her.
Wearily, she sat up. The sun from the half-open blind cascaded into her eyes.
"Dammit, that's enough!" she rasped furiously.
She couldn't believe it was morning, couldn't face a day that began this way. Only a few moments before, it seemed, she had drifted off, having stood under the shower until she had washed his every touch from her, until she was certain that he was asleep. Then she had slipped into the bed far over on her own side and plunged immediately into a drugged, intense sleep.
And now-to wake to this! The pushy, exploring hands of this stranger who was her husband! It was too much.
The hand was on her cunt now, cupping the dark, swirling mystery of it, pressing it. For a moment she felt a heavy impulse to thrust back, the natural impulse born of a healthy body, but then anger forced it down and forced herself to freeze, locking her thighs. The fingers probed her till they forced a slight opening and the electric touch on her clitoris sent a jolting shock through her body. She sat up angrily.
"Just what do you expect?" she demanded.
The lean man rolled over and looked at her through pale blue eyes. He was over six feet tall but rather gangly, more boy than man, and there was something petulant in his face, the mouth spoiled, bottom lip protruding.
"Relax," he said. "You've got half your money and you'll get the other half this evening. In the meantime, you're still working."
She reached up, running a combing hand through her short blonde curls. Her eyes were blue also but a dark velvet blue that was almost purple. A straight nose, a full, bee-stung lower lip, softly oval face. The body was richly lined, almost old fashioned, tits more than ample, waist small, hips, flaring.
He looked down to them now, the short gown bunched up around them. The dark gleam of her thatch shone at him between the closed thighs. Sitting like this, her belly was corrugated into little folds of flesh. This tantalized him somehow. He reached down and plunged his forefinger into her navel. She skittered away across the bed.
"Stop being coy!"
His voice had an edge to it now. He was getting angry.
"You make me feel like a whore!" she snarled
"Well, what the devil do you think you are-" he demanded, "a girl scout master or something?"
Her eyes widened and then narrowed. It was as though he had slapped her. Her feet touched the floor and she started to rise but a long arm reached out and detained her.
"No, you don't!" he snapped. "As long as you're working for me, I call the shots."
"Well, suppose I quit!"
"You should have quit last night."
She tried to rise but the hand tightened on her arm, gripping it cruelly. Pain shot up her arm to her shoulder and exploded there.
He wrenched and she fell back on the bed, legs flying open. A scream burst from her lips and she kicked at him and missed and his hand shot up between her legs now, fingers clenching in the soft, inner thigh flesh and pain lanced through her once more.
Fury shook her and she reached down and sank her long nails into the back of the hand and then raked, digging in deep and slow, feeling skin come loose and curl up beneath the long nails.
"I'll kill you!" she snarled.
"Ouch!"
He let go and drew back, his hand going to his mouth and she rose then and dove for the bathroom door, intending to lock herself in.
But he wasn't through. He made a diving tackle and brought her down heavily to the floor and then he was sitting on her. Her gown was up past her waist now and he perched there on her bare ass and she could feel the heat of him against her and felt an answering rise in herself.
Yes, she was hot for him suddenly, this lean, demanding, spoiled husband for a day. She cursed her body for betraying her and fought to get up but he merely pushed her head down and forced it into the carpet. And then his hands grasped the thin fabric of the gown at the top, tugged against each other and the gown split its full length down the middle. She was, for all practical purposes, naked. And, even with her front hidden, she had never felt quite as naked in her life.
"Damn you!"
"You said that," he murmured. He was breathing heavily but was suddenly calm.
She squirmed against his trying to get up but this served only to stimulate them both. The rounded hump of her ass rubbed against his already-erect cock and she could feel his tension. "I could kill you!"
"What for? For saying that you were doing a certain kind of job. Is the truth so hard to take? I should thing it would help knowing what you're doing. I certainly wouldn't hire a plumber to fix my pipes if he went around pretending that he was a fireman."
She finally managed to roll over so that now he was straddling her hips. Her eyes glared into his, purple now with rage.
"I'm not a whore!" she grated.
He ignored her because the process of squirming around had finished off the gown. It clung to one shoulder and shielded nothing. His eyes went to her breasts. Even here, the whitest skin of all, there was a faint tinge of gold. She tanned beautifully and the contrast was striking. Her nipples were erect now, protruding tinily. They were delicately shaped ,very small, even the aureole not much larger than a quarter and the very smallness of the nipples seemed to emphasize the pendulous fullness. They seemed about to collapse of their own weight but did not, holding their round, jutting form in spite of their size.
With a sudden movement that caught her unaware, he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Fire shot through her and then an answering rage. She started to squirm but immediately his teeth fastened in the fragile flesh. With a moan she lay still for fear of tearing the skin.
"That's better," he murmured, lifting his head.
Rage shook her again and then tears flooded suddenly out of nowhere.
"Damn you," she sobbed. "You could at least treat me as though I were somebody!"
"I treat you with all the respect a good tool deserves," he said and his eyes moved down from her breasts to her belly, flat and white, deep-navelled. Below the navel, the first glistening curls protruded from the folds of his pajamas. He slid down slightly so that her pussy was revealed.
"I hired you as a wife," he went on, "and that's what I expect you to be."
She couldn't think of an answer to this and so forced back the tears and began to struggle again.
He sighed, dodged her flailing fists, caught both wrists in a vise-like grip, and then stood up.
"We're going back to bed," he muttered. "You can make it hard or you can make it easy."
She couldn't resist. He was too strong. He half-dragged her by her two wrists over to the bed and flung her down. The gown was gone now and her naked body shone. Her legs had flown open as she sprawled across the bed and now, excitement flooding her once more, she left them open and watched his eyes travel down to the moist pink folds and widen.
Abruptly, he fell across her and his face buried itself in the dark glossy cunt. She started to come off the bed but at once a hand reached up and grasped a full breast, squeezing heavily. She had no choice but to submit to the mouth that was now forcing fire through her resistant body.
"Stop it, damn you!" she snarled.
But her hips were writhing hungrily against his mouth, weaving little circular patterns that forced the surface up to him and helped him to excite her. When his free hand reached under her, she lifted up to accommodate it and it fastened in the full buttocks, kneading it as his mouth worked.
Her body flamed into life and despite her, it was moving with him. The clutching hand on her breast became a caressing hand and there was nothing she could do about it. Her pink nipples betrayed her even if she had wished to do other than what she was doing. Every part of her body seemed to be conspiring against her. His fingers found the dimpled recess at the top of her cleft in back and caressed it and fire flooded the whole surface of her full hips.
"I don't want to!" she groaned. "You don't want to want to," he corrected, lifting his face for a moment. "Please!"
She writhed in his grip and cursed and moaned but her body was singing.
The hand moved from her breast and ran down each arm to the fingertips. Then it caressed her belly, probing the navel. She felt alive all over, hating it while she loved it.
The rhythm was building and he wasn't even inside her yet.
"Ohh!"
She was moaning softly, little rhythmic, pulsing sounds almost like a drumbeat. Now, as he came up to her lips once more, she felt him pressed against her side, the heavy prick throbbing through the thin pajamas. Now her anger was suddenly directed against the cloth that separated them and against him for letting it. She reached down, as his lips covered hers, slid her hand inside the waist of his pajamas and grasped him. She felt the moist heat of his cock as she stroked him back and forth.
"Two can play at that game," she told herself, letting her skilled hand tease him to fuller life until it seemed that he would explode before anything else ever happened.
"Hey! Take it easy!" he muttered, but she did not.
Moving away from his lips, she reached down with her hands and stripped away his pants. For a moment she stared at the heavy thrust of him. Then her hand grasped it once more, while her lips buried themselves against his chest. The pajama top was opened and she teased his nipples as though he were a woman and felt the answering throb of him against her hand.
Now she didn't know whether it was desire or anger that moved her but she let her head drop and took his cock in her mouth.
A spasm shook his body and suddenly he reached down and dragged her head away.
"Cut it out now," he muttered. "You almost made me go too soon."
She looked at him and grinned.
"We all gotta go sometime."
It was a challenge and anger clouded his face, swiftly changing to desire as his eyes went back over her body, down the proud breasts to her heaving belly, tense and writhing with her need.
With a little cry, he fell on her, forcing her back.
His skilled fingers teased her thighs and then when she clamped them shut, pinched hard till they came open.
Without waiting then, he knelt between them and in a single motion, joined them, thrusting deep into her with a strong, emphatic motion.
"There! Try that!" he muttered.
"All right," she grinned and arched her body up to him, driving against him with her hips.
There was a strange, dynamic fury in her yielding to him, an almost masculine quality that caused her to meet every motion with one of her own and yet each motion allowed for his and magnified it. She wasn't being the usual limp female and yet something in him was stirred by her femininity.
Her hips swallowed him and then clamped on him holding him tightly encased so that each motion brought the maximum of friction. He felt his loins burning with the need to discharge. He needed her now and she felt the need and knew that she had triumphed even as he found the strength of his maleness.
He fucked and lunged against her and she felt the proud heavy thrust of him and clung to it. Her body wrapped itself around him to accommodate him, her legs locking around his waist and holding him in her and his hands found the full buttocks and clamped on them, holding her tight while he surged more violently into her, each motion swifter than the other until finally, all their motions were the locked single pulsing of a single flesh.
And then slowly, out of nowhere, climax came, in a slow-growing fury that seemed to rend him so that he groaned aloud as the first hot pulsing stirred him and the hot sperm burned out of him into her hot, waiting receptacle of a body. A body that was all receptacle, every fraction of her cupped and moist and containing so that once the climax came, it flooded both of them and then went on and on in giant surges that left them finally, totally spent, gasping with pleasure and relief.
His head fell forward on her breast and she reached up and cupped him to her.
For a long time they were perfectly still. Lisa lay there, feeling the lean weight on her, thinking of the night before when they had stumbled back drunk from dinner and dancing after the quickie marriage at the J.P.'S. It had been sex then too. He had taken her as part of the bargain. Jed, her lawyer friend, who had gotten her started in this marriage game, had warned her, "There's no use being namby-pamby about it. Part of the marriage business is the consummation and that's all there is to it. Legally speaking, if it was ever proved that the marriage wasn't consummated, then there might be grounds for an annulment."
And so half-drunk he had taken her and she had yielded more or less graciously and then he had fallen asleep and she, suddenly sick at herself and him, had risen and washed him off of her.
Only now she didn't feel like washing him off of her.
She was Mrs. Roger Langley and she didn't feel like washing him off just yet. She had just enabled her husband to inherit half of the family business by marrying before he was twenty-five (two days before) and now she didn't want to wash him off quite yet. Something inside her breathed the smells of their lovemaking hungrily and she let her hand trail idly down over the lean flanks. It was a good body.
He stirred beneath her hands and, still half inside her, he started to come up once more. She felt it and began to move her hips softly to stir him again. She was answered by pressure, the heavy rise of him inside her.
And then they were moving, almost without thought, bodies clinging and throbbing. It was a gentler thing this time. They had fought their battle to a standstill and now she felt tender and open to him and he, sensing this, was gentler.
It began silent as a feather but then rose to a slow, almost lazy tropical storm and she felt herself battered by the fierce tender need that forced her up to him, driving to meet him, her cunt fully open until he stiffened and tensely, spasmedly, erupted into her at the same moment that her own climax came in a surge of molten yearning that burned her through and through.
And once more he fell against her and once more she cradled his head on her breast and now it seemed that her breast had changed shape and accommodated him perfectly naturally. She held him there and they drifted off and she didn't want to come back. For the moment, something in her was completed. When she waked up, she knew that it would be over.
His breathing was regular, slow, even as a child's and her own breathing adjusted to it. There was something infinitely tender, infinitely open in her towards him now.
She felt it and felt the anguish of her condition come over her suddenly out of nowhere. It was like a wound inside her, an old wound that tore open suddenly and panic filled her as the anguish came. No! She was through with all that! She had a job to do and that was all! She was through caring!
Blindly, she fought it and then, finally seeing that it was useless to stay like this she lifted his head and slid out from under him.
Getting to her feet she padded across the room to her clothes.
"What's the matter?"
He rolled over and looked at her.
"Nothing," she said, slipping on the new bra she had purchased the day before for the wedding. Jed had told her that there was no use doing a thing half way. So she always bought new underwear as well as a new dress. It was a way of giving them their money's worth.
"It's business," Jed told her "And one way to keep it business is to do a good job. You don't want to be emotionally involved with these people. If you can think of it as a job that somebody has to do and that pays well, then you're all right. And one way to think of it as a job is to see how good a job you can do."
She wished he were here now. Jed about the only person she could talk to anymore. He had been through most of it with her.
Roger lay there watching her, his face filled with mixed emotions. She reached back and hooked the bra and then stepped into the white panties. She made a half-turn getting into them and she could feel his eyes on her full flanks, burning for a moment, and then she slid them up, giving the elastic an emphatic slap as though sealing them there forever.
Then she put on the slip and went into the bathroom with her purse.
She didn't do much: a touch of liner on her eyes, a pale lipstick. Then she ran a comb through her hair. By the time, she finished she felt eyes on her and he was standing in the bathroom door.
"I-I feel like I ought to say something" he said lamely.
"Like what?"
Her voice came off a little harsh but she could not help it. She had herself to look after. "I-I don't know."
His eyes went over her back and she felt a slight tremor through her.
"I said some pretty harsh things to you," he said. "Some unnecessary things."
"You put it where it was," she said quietly. "I should be grateful."
She moved past him into the bedroom and slid into the blue-green dress, high-necked, that sent her blonde hair shimmering into gold.
"That's it," she said.
She turned and faced him then. The lean face sent a wave of tenderness through her but she fought it off.
Yes, there was something he could say. One word: stay.
But he wasn't going to say that. "Would you call me a cab."
"Of course."
He called a cab and then stood there, having cradled the phone once more.
"Plane ticket," she reminded him. "Oh. Oh, of course!"
He walked over to the dresser and got an envelope and handed it to her.
"The rest of the payment's in there too," he said.
"Good," she murmured, taking the envelope and putting it in her purse without looking at it. "That's what it's all about, isn't it?"
He winced. It was a reference back to what he had called her earlier.
"Yes," he said, his face tightening suddenly. "It is."
She looked at him again, watching the eyes tighten to pale blue ice.
For a moment, she wanted to walk over and kiss him on the cheek but she settled for thrusting out her hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Langley. If you ever need another wife, be sure and call me." He grinned crookedly.
"Thank you. I will," he said, taking the extended hand. Everything that had been there before had been put away now. She wondered if she'd ever find it again.
Downstairs, a cab honked impatiently. "Well, see you in Reno," she murmured and, grabbing up her things, fled.
TWO
She had thought that the plane ride would ease her mind. Traveling often did that for her. She would let her mind drift off as the journey began and by the time she had arrived where she was going and had to face the world again, she had emerged from her gloom to don a new personality in new surroundings. Often her depression did not return at all. If it did, then she was able to cope with it simply on the basis of the fact that conditions had changed so radically.
But this was not the case this time. She boarded the plane, settled herself in the seat, fastened her belt when instructed, and sat there in full expectation of having her mind drift off into lulling slumber or reminiscence as soon as the plane left the ground. Only this time it didn't happen.
Her mind drifted off all right but it drifted right back to Roger. She remembered his hands on her body; those cruel, gentle hands that managed somehow to strike just the right chord in her. She wondered if she would ever be rid of the touch of him now. And if she weren't, what could she do about it?
She felt restless, dissatisfied, and somewhere a little angry at herself. She should have handled things better, not let herself get caught again. She wished that she had had time to go by and talk to Jed.
Yes Jed would have helped. Or rather, it would have helped to see Jed. It always had over the last three years. Jed ... She wasn't even certain that she'd be alive now if it weren't for him. She had been on the brink when he found her, ready to jump off or drink herself into total insanity.
That seemed a long time ago now. She didn't quite know how she'd gotten to that place. Well, yes she did. It had seemed almost inevitable in a way. She had been raised so randomly. Her mother had been a drifter, split up with her father when she was very young. Then Lisa had been raised in tourist courts and little cottages across the country as her mother traveled from one bar maid job to another. She had a weakness for men, jumping from one another randomly. Later, Lisa began to feel that this random selection was a result of a deep-seated hostility. Her mother had only tried to live with one man out at all. She had not tried again. By the time Lisa was eighteen, she was on her own, drifting in the same work. When her mother died of a liver complaint, she had hardly noticed because by then she was on the same route.
Sam Hardin had saved her from this anyway. Lisa, by this time, was already taking on the customers after work for a little extra money and was well on her way becoming a complete tramp.
Sam a business man and a widower in his late forties, had taken an interest in her, seem the way she was headed and offered her a secretarial job on the condition that she go to school, at his expense, and learn the necessary skills.
Lisa had taken him up on his offer, done the grades. Then Sam had made the mistake of marrying her. It was a mistake because he couldn't forget her past. There was no doubt in his mind what her past was and it preyed on him once she was his wife. He began drinking and heaping abuse on her. Once he had beaten her up. Another time he'd tried to kill her. Lisa, who had put much stock in Sam even though she didn't love him quite the love a woman should have for a man, watched her idol crumble.
She couldn't stand it and was forced finally to leave. She went back to the bars and began drinking heavily. She got to where she couldn't hold a job because of drinking and would work a few days, stay drunk till she ran out of money and then work a few more days. There was a pall over her life. She thought often of killing herself.
It was at the end of a three-day debauch that
Jed found her propped up in a bar, barely able to control herself. Her money was gone. She couldn't even afford to stay drunk. The barkeep was on the point of throwing her out.
"What's the matter with her?" Jed had asked.
"Just another lush," the barkeep muttered.
"Give her a drink. I'll take care of her" Jed assured her.
He had lifted Lisa up and practically carried her over to a booth.
He sat down across from her and Lisa was aware of level gray eyes in a lean gray head watching her.
"Bad, huh?"
"Bad enough."
The drink had come and he handed it to her.
"Drink this and tell me about it."
She hadn't thought she could much less that she would but Jed, the capable lawyer, had a knack for getting people's stories out of them. She spilled it all.
When she was through, he was silent for a long time. Then he said quietly, "Well, it's bad, but it's not impossible. Let's go get you something to eat and a night's sleep and then I have a deal to discuss with you."
She would have been too weak to fight his decisiveness even if she had not warmed to him on sight. She let him lead her out and down the street to an all night eatery where he forced her to eat all she could of a steak. Then he took her home with him, put her to bend in his bed and went to sleep on the couch.
That was all she remembered till the next morning when she found him standing over her.
"Shower," he said. "Breakfast will be ready by then and then we'll talk."
She nodded barely remembering how she got there.
She found the bathroom, bathed and then fixed up as well as she could. Then she wandered through the bedroom, found the dining room with the table already fixed.
"I cook a little," the tall greying stranger said.
"May name's Jed, by the way."
"Lisa Franklin."
"Eat," he murmured.
"I'm a lawyer," he went on as she devoured the food, hungry for the first time in weeks. "But I'm not looking for you."
"Good."
"On the other hand, I'm glad I found you."
"Why?"
"I need somebody like you from time to time, someone presentable, needs money, and with a fairly healthy kind of cynicism about men and marriage."
"Well, I've got that all right," Lisa murmured, "but I'd never thought of it as an asset before."
"Anything can be an asset," Jed said quietly, "if you use it right."
"Oh."
"Look," he went on earnestly, "from time to time, a situation arises where, for business reasons, a man has to get legally married. Maybe it's a condition of his father's will that he be married before it can be probated. Maybe a high-paying job requires that a man be married but he doesn't really want to be. He gets a wife and then keeps her till he's established on the job and then they're divorced. You understand? Well, in a situation like this, a man doesn't want to run the risk of becoming really involved. He doesn't want to court the girl down the street. He wants someone who will marry him for a certain price and divorce him when he's ready for it. You understand?"
Lisa nodded, sopping up the last of the egg with her toast, finishing it off with her coffee and then looking around for a cigarette. Jed offered her one and lit it.
"Sounds all right," she said.
If she had to be involved with men, this was the way she wanted it. And now that she had food in her young body, it had started asserting itself. She didn't want to die anymore.
"Are you serious?" Jed asked.
"Yes."
She hadn't been sure till she said so. But she was.
"O. K." He shucked out some bills from his wallet and handed them to her. "Better go buy a wardrobe because you're eloping the day after tomorrow."
And she had. Three days later she had married Huntington J. Abrams III, whose mother had already picked a bride he didn't like. He had to marry, his father insisted, but the father, a great democrat, didn't care who. He and Lisa had gotten along fine the three weeks it took for him to sign over the business to his son.
There had been five others since then. Roger was the lucky seventh. And in between, she and Jed had met and the friendship had grown. He had never touched her.
The lucky seventh ... Her mind went back to Roger. The plane drifted like a cloud and her mind stayed with Roger. The trip had done nothing to dislodge him.
Well, she still had a few tricks left and she'd play them all. A hair of the dog sometimes worked with men just as with drink.
She alighted from the plane at dusk, caught a cab to the motel where she had a room reserved and by the time it was good dark, she was showered and dressed in her wedding dress once more, the blue-green silk, and looking stunning.
"I'll find someone," she told the mirror in the plush room. It was a full-length mirror and she had stood before it only moments before, surveying her naked body, assessing. There was plenty of her left, she decided. She showed hardly any wear and tear at twenty-four.
"And it will be someone I really groove on in bed."
It had been. She went out, bypassing the gambling centers. She had been that route once before in Reno, the golden wheels, the quick dollar, and then busted, not enough left for a roof over your head.
She found a nice hotel with a dining room and bar and by the time she had eaten and had one drink, there was a tall, affable stranger across the booth from her.
His name was Chuck. He was an oilman, a small one, he murmured apologetically, and he was there for a divorce, and lonely.
His lean, six-two body with its healthy current of sex was what had caused her, after his introduction to allow him to sit down. He should be just what she needed.
They finished their drink, went to another club, danced and by midnight then, were back at the door of her room.
Chuck, quietly confident till then, became suddenly the shy western boy. They stood there looking at each other in silence.
"How old are you, Chuck?" Lisa asked finally.
"Twenty-five," he said.
'I'm twenty-four," Lisa told him, turning to put her key in the latch. "That's too old to play games. Come in and close the door."
Chuck grinned and followed her inside, seating himself on the bed to watch as Lisa, lissomely, with premeditation, stripped herself of one garment at a time. The dress went quickly and she hesitated with the bra till she heard his breathing quicken. Her breasts were full and the nipples rosy and taut when they came out of the halter.
"Umm!" Chuck murmured.
"Just wait," she grinned, sliding her panties down before his eager eyes.
His gaze dropped to the dark, gold-brown mass of her pussy and his eyes widened. She turned so that he caught the view of full-fleshed buttocks and heard his breath quicken.
Walking over to the bed, she seated herself on his lap, feeling the warm nuzzle of his heavy cock and gave him a long kiss, teasing his mouth with her tongue.
Chuck heaved up, dropped her on the bed and began stripping off his clothes. The lean body was graceful and the heavy rise of his maleness more than adequate.
He dropped down beside her, heavily gentle, his hands fondling her breasts and then dropping to her, cunt fingers probing while his tongue plungered her mouth.
She heard herself moaning her readiness almost at once and Chuck knowing that it was time, pushed her legs open, stared for a moment at the moist pink of ready lips and then moved against her, inserting his cock with the same heavy gentleness with which he touched her.
It was good.
Their bodies merged quickly, the motion one that lifted them both. He lingered for a moment and then gave her the full thrust and she, eager with hunger, arched up to him. They were moving as one now, each one's motion augmenting the others. The swell grew and she arched higher, feeling it come and then suddenly it broke over, a great surging wave of relief that left her utterly physically spent. It was great!
But that was all. Drifting, Chuck still in her, his weight on her, she saw Roger's face and almost wept.
They drowsed then and the face never left. Finally he woke and wanted her again and she let him but this time the face was there all through it. When he finished, she was crying.
"Something's wrong," Chuck murmured.
"Yes, but it's not you."
"Should I leave?"
"Please."
He kissed her once gently and left.
"I wish I could help," he said from the door.
"Thank you."
No one could help. The face was still with her. He drifted before her in the sleepless night till dawn and the touch was on her, canceling Chuck's more recent touch. She didn't want to think, to do anything about it, but it wouldn't go away. She had to do something. What?
Dawn decided for her. She heard the roar of planes overhead and before she quite realized it was dressed and in a headed for the airport.
Back the way she had come. It took a while to get a plane and then the rest of the day to get there, sitting in the seat, wondering how he'd react, dreading ...
It was after ten by the time she landed and caught a cab to his apartment.
There was music and the sound of voices inside. A party.
She rang the bell and after a moment, heard Roger's voice sound playfully. "Who is it?" he asked. "Your wife," she said.
The door flung open suddenly and the pale blue eyes were suddenly burning into hers.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Roger demanded.
THREE
At first she thought he wasn't going to let her in. After the look in his eyes when he first saw her, it would almost have been a relief. Anguish ripped through her when she saw it. And she suddenly wanted to flee from the pain that her newly-opened heart was sure to bring her. Somehow she felt stripped of all her defenses in the face of this new and deep emotion. It was as though somewhere all her life, she had been going through the motions of being a woman without ever having been truly and forcefully drawn into the totality of physical and emotional involvement that came of really being one.
In other words, her first experience of deep love was that she had never been deeply in love before.
And the feelings that love brings are always deep and intense and particular. She felt the same and sorrow of Roger's rebuff flow through every inch of her body. She stood there racked by it as the feeling flooded through her, spreading in a burning glow through her heart and then down through her belly to explode in dark fire in the depths of her loins. She stiffened as though in climax and was acutely aware for a moment of the soft folds of her inner womanhood almost as though she had been penetrated.
"Is that all you have to say to me?" she asked softly, blinking back the tears. Roger eyed her coldly.
"What am I supposed to say?" he demanded. "You had a job you were paid to do and you've done it and now suddenly you're back here. I may not know everything but I know you can't get a divorce in this length of time ... "
He paused and the pale blue eyes bit into her.
Lisa dropped her head. She knew what was coming before he ever said it.
"I have a choice," Roger said. "I can believe that you fell madly in love with me in the short and rather bizarre time we were together or-"
"Don't say it!" Lisa pleaded.
"Or," Roger went on coldly. "I can believe that you decided to try for a bigger piece of the action."
"No!"
There was something in her eyes in the intensity of the denial that made him pause for a moment, look at her more closely. As he did so, his own eyes opened wider and she felt a soft flow pouring over her. Didn't he feel it also?
Roger shook his head as though to clear it.
"Give it up, Lisa," he said coldly. "It's just no go."
"Bull"
Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back furiously. Something inside her was shouting for her to get out before she was even more deeply hurt. She wished Jed were here suddenly. He was the only one she could talk to about things, the only one that would listen to her.
But even as she thought this, she realized what he would probably say.
"It's not a time for sentiment but realism, honey," he would murmur, patting her shoulder gently.
"But I love him!" she'd protest.
"That's your problem, not his," Jed would say softly. "You were just paid to marry him-marry him and divorce him. Whatever else you chose to do is your own business so long as you keep your contract, you see? We talked about this at the beginning."
They had talked about this many times and she knew, she understood why you had to preserve an attitude of aloofness, of business-like remoteness. But now here she was.
"I'm not that way," she said softly.
"I didn't think you were either," Roger said evenly, "but now I'm not so sure."
"I'm not" she repeated softly, her dark velvet eyes on his face.
"Then what are you doing here?" he demanded.
She paused floundering.
"If you were in love with me-which I guess is the next line-there's no reason why you couldn't have gone on through with the divorce and still come back here, is there? Then whatever happened between us would have happened just the same and we could have been free to find out without any holds over each other."
It was a point.
"But I-"
Suddenly she wanted to tell him why but she didn't know how to phrase it. There it was-something feminine and indescribable that she couldn't elucidate for an unsympathetic audience, that sudden tugging that wouldn't let her let go. She hardly understood it herself. All she knew was that suddenly she was here instead of where she had solemnly committed herself to be.
They stood there eye to eye then and she tried to think of words to say.
Before anyone could come up with anything, however, there was an interruption. The party had been blaring all through their talk but now a couple separated themselves from the group and moved toward them. The man was stocky and keen-eyed and the woman, tall, dark and voluptuous. There was a nervous excitement around her that caused the air to tingle about her. Lisa noted this with uneasiness especially when the woman's dark eyes settled on her and suddenly Lisa felt the tingling hunger in her gaze that she always associated with men.
She felt her body stiffening instinctively as it does when you're being observed. Her head came up and her breasts rose with it. The woman's dark eyes noted this appreciatively.
And the man too was regarding her with the same avid gaze.
"What's happening, Roger?" the man asked casually, his eyes still on Lisa's full breasts. "You're not keeping secrets from us, are you?"
Roger turned toward him, realizing that he was caught.
With a glare at Lisa, he made the necessary introductions.
"Miss Lisa Franklin, Lance Hegrew, my business partner. Marion Bradford, his secretary."
"Pleased to meet you."
Lance bent over her hand continental-fashion, thus bringing his head close to Lisa's full bosom-which she sensed was his attention. As his head came up, it very lightly brushed the tip of one breasts. Lisa blushed as she felt the nipple come alive and taut with need. As his head came up, Lance met her eyes and smiled and Lisa knew then that the motion was deliberate.
For a moment, anger blazed in her and then suddenly she relaxed and smiled. At least she knew what she was doing with him. He was direct, to the point, a very sophisticated animal. She met his gaze and smiled, teasing him.
Roger interrupted.
"Miss Franklin was just-f
"Oh, you're not leaving are you?" Lance asked dismayed.
"Stay, darling," Marion murmured. The dark eyes met Lisa's and then dropped to her bosom as though she too had sensed Lance's maneuver.
"Miss Franklin has business she has to get to," Roger said firmly.
"Why don't we ask Miss Franklin about that," Lance suggested coolly.
They all turned to face her now, Roger's glance threatening. Suddenly anger surged through Lisa and she turned from Roger to Lance and Marion.
"Miss Franklin has time for a drink before she rushes off into the night," she said calmly.
But it wasn't just defiance that caused her to linger in the face of Roger's objections. It was Marion. There was something in her gaze and in the vibrance of the full body that beguiled her. She found herself wondering how it would be to be a man and have all that voluptuous, tingling flesh beside her in a bed.
Marion caught her eyes and she blushed. Had her thoughts been read?
"Let me get us all a drink," Lance said and went off to return a moment later with a tray and four glasses.
Roger turned abruptly on his heel and left them and Lisa, looking angrily after him, murmured, "An extra drink. Well, maybe I have time for two."
And with that, she lifted her glass and drained it.
"To getting acquainted," she murmured, looking directly into Marion's dark eyes. She had a feeling now for what was going to happen. Once it would have appalled her but now she was ready. If she didn't get Roger, she could certainly get revenge.
But it was more than that, she knew. It was pure and simple attraction. Well, simple anyway, she thought with a grin.
Lance moved closer and suddenly she realized that she was being boxed in and was rapidly on the point of becoming the center of a triangle.
She drained her second drink and then turned to Marion.
"Is there a place to freshen up?" she asked.
"Of course," Marion murmured, moving over to take her arm: "I'll show you."
The two met eyes for a moment and then Lance shrugged and smiled. There seemed no anger in him, which was good. He would just wait, his eyes seemed to say.
"Come along, darling. It's this way."
Marion took her arm and let her through the room to the other side where a door opened into a large bedroom, which Lisa was more than familiar with. Even so, she let herself be led as though she had no idea where anything was.
"The bathroom's over there," Marion murmured and led her to the door, pushed it open and then walked in with her.
Lisa felt suddenly strangely uneasy. Up until now she had known what she was doing. But suddenly she was not so sure.
She had been around a lot in her time but she had never made this scene. She really knew very little about women-and-women. Women and men had been her specialty always.
But suddenly out of nowhere came this deep, surging need. Was it a reaction to her treatment by Roger? Was it another form of despair over ever being able to have a full relationship with a man?
She didn't know. All she knew was that a dark surging attraction lay between her and this woman beside her whose heavy body seemed to vibrate with pulsing sex energy, an energy that surrounded and engulfed her until she felt before it. It was stronger now that they were alone together and didn't have to pretend. Or did they? Did she really want Marion to know that her feelings were reciprocated?
The drinks moved through her system now and she felt little surges of lightheadedness. Somewhere it came to her that she really did want Marion to know. And more than that, she wanted Marion.
What to do? Should she yield to the impulse or force it down?
And if she did yield, then how was she to go about it?
She met Marion's eyes once more. The dark wide orbs were frankly hungry.
She let the glance linger until she knew her own hunger was reflected.
Then she turned back to the mirror. She had dropped her coat on the bed as she came in and was wearing a simple shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front.
As she turned away, she murmured, "You know, I didn't really want to come in here to freshen up."
She paused a moment until she felt Marion's attention.
"It wasn't that at all," she murmured. "It's this new bra. It's killing me."
She turned to the mirror and began unbuttoning her dress down to the waist slowly.
"I just wonder if I could slip it off. Do you think I'd show?"
Marion's tongue came out and licked lightly at her full lips.
"No way to know but trying," she said softly.
"That's the way I figure it," Lisa told her. "If you get uncomfortable enough, it's worth the risk, isn't it?"
"Sure."
Lisa slid her arms out of the dress and let it slide to her waist where it rested, held up by her full hips.
Her bra was light, almost transparent. Behind her, in the mirror, she could see Marion's eyes on her back. For that matter, she could feel them.
She paused a moment, letting the effect sink in. Suddenly she knew what she was doing. She was seducing this woman. And she was doing it with the quiet, systematic attention with which she seduced men. Well, it was a game she knew, this part of it anyway.
Her eyes met Marion's in the mirror once more and she did not bother to disguise what was in them.
"Would you mind undoing it for me, darling?" she murmured. "It's so hard to reach."
"Of course."
There was another long pause as though they were lingering over this instant and then Marion moved slowly forward.
Lisa felt soft fingers brush her back as the hands came up and undid the bra.
"Thank you."
She raised her arms and let the cups slide away from her body, freeing her full breasts and the tiny coral-pink nipples, already rigid with desire.
Marion hesitated behind her and Lisa could feel her indecision. She knew that she was in control until she gave herself just as with a man. Marion wanted to touch, hold her but was still a little uncertain.
Marion's eyes were in the mirror where the tiny nipples glared at her from the full circles of white globes, tempting and inviting.
Slowly, Lisa turned to face her. Marion's eyes dropped to the full breasts once more and her tongue came out, licking delicately at her lips. It seemed to Lisa that she could feel the heavy vibration of desire running through the other woman.
For a moment she wanted to drop all play and reach out and draw the dark head to her naked breasts and hold it there, letting the full mouth bite and suck at the small nipples till her whole body burned with the desire for final fulfillment.
"You have a lovely bosom," Marion murmured huskily.
Thank you," Lisa smiled, suddenly enjoying the feeling of being in command. It was a token of how much Marion desire her that the stronger woman had let herself lose the initiative.
They stood like that a moment longer, the current coursing between them.
Then Lisa laid the bra aside and said, "Well, now let's see if we can get by without it."
And then she slid her arms back into the sleeves and drew the dress shut as though experimenting. Of course it wasn't buttoned yet and gasped just enough to give Marion glimpses of the full white globes.
"What do you think?" she asked. 'I'm not sure."
Lisa buttoned the dress up all the way to the top. "Now?" she asked.
She was perfectly aware that the hard little nipples were thrusting emphatically against the fine cloth, outlining themselves exactly.
"Move closer and look," she encouraged Marion.
"All right."
Marion moved close against her and stood looking down at the tiny points thrusting against the cloth. "Well?"
Hunger surged between them.
Very delicately, Marion raised a finger.
"It shows here."
The finger touched lightly the point of the cloth where one nipple was pressed against it.
The finger stayed there and its pressure became heavier.
And suddenly from that one point, fire spread through Lisa's whole body.
"Ohhh!" she whispered softly and suddenly her knees were weak and she almost stumbled as Marion's arms came around her, drawing her against her.
"Aren't you a little silly?" Marion asked as her lips came down over Lisa's seeming to enfold them in soft liquid warmth.
Fire surged in her now uncontrollably and she moaned against the mouth that held her own. tongue flicking lightly at it till she let her lips part and then invading it with a flicking hungry motion.
"Ohhhh!"
All her defenses were crumbling at once. "You little minx." Marion murmured as she brought her hand up to stroke the full bosom. Fire raged in her. She had lost the battle.
"Be good to me," she murmured.
"You don't really know a thing, do you?" Marion asked, surprised.
"Be good to me," Lisa repeated.
Marion's arm encircled her waist and she led her out of the bath towards the wide bed.
FOUR
She was in a delirium of need and hunger such as she had never known before. And strange! How consoling it was to feel this with a woman instead of a man. There wasn't the threat she was used to. Here was someone who could understand how she felt, someone who could know the multitude of sensations and feelings that were flooding her. It would be a new experience, a different experience for her. Perhaps it would be a good one. She certainly wanted it.
Marion's arm was about her waist, one heavy breasts nuzzling her shoulder. She led her gently to the bed and eased her down on it. For a moment her lips brushed Lisa's.
"Lie there and think about what's going to happen while I lock the door," she murmured.
Lisa lay with her eyes open watching the heavy hips move away from her. Fire sized her. She was a little drunk but this just gave the feelings she was experiencing more force.
"Hurry!" she pleaded.
Marion laughed a soft, throaty laugh.
"There's plenty of time, darling," she murmured softly.
She was back at the bed now kneeling over Lisa. Lisa who had shut her eyes for a moment in an effort to control the flood of feeling that were racing through her body, felt gentle fingers at the throat of her dress, unbuttoning.
One by one, the buttons gave way and she felt the fabric drawn and knew that she was exposed fully except for the brief white bikini panties that covered her loins.
That was soon taken care of.
"Lift up," Marion commanded softly.
She raised her full buttocks off the bed to give her room and Marion slid the panties down around the ankles.
"I ought to leave them here to hold you in place in case you decide to bolt."
A dark little thrill ran through Lisa at the thought of being trussed in place while this dark woman worked her will on her.
She smiled, eyes still shut.
"That might be nice," she murmured.
"But hardly necessary do you think?"
Lisa shook her head. "No, it's not necessary."
Marion slid the soft fabric over her feet and flung the panties away.
"Now, let's have a look at you."
Sensation flooded Lisa as the eyes ran over her and a moment later, the hands followed them. They were gentle but through. When Marion said look she really meant look. Every inch of her was examined.
Lisa felt her small nipples puckering alarmingly as fingers massaged them, stroking them and then pinching softly.
"Nice," Marion murmured.
Her fingers moved on down the body, teasing the navel and stroking the softly rounded belly.
Finally they poised over the dark cunt and Lisa felt her whole body tensing in anticipation.
Slowly the hand descended. It tugged at the dark hair of the bush, teasing it.
Then with both hands, Marion pushed the gold-white thighs open.
Sensation wrung through Lisa as she felt the eyes between her legs.
Her body tensed and the slowly the hand descended and soft fingers touched her cunt, stroking her gently for a moment on the soft outer lips.
"You're pretty, Darling," Marion murmured.
Fire was burning through her and she could hardly speak to answer.
"Thank you."
The fingers probed and then spread the soft, silken outer lips with their puckered scrolls of flesh, and Lisa could feel herself being examined minutely.
She finally had to twist away in the agony of excitement that f loded her.
"Is it nice?" Marion asked.
"Oh yes!! "
"Roll over, darling, and I'll finish my examination."
Lisa hesitated wondering if she could possibly stand anymore. But of course she complied more than willingly.
She felt the hands on her shoulders, stroking them as the eyes gazed.
The supple fingers trailed down her spine to the little concave circle where her ass began.
The fingers teased this sensitive spot gently and she writhed.
"Umm!"
Finally they dropped lower, teasing the cleft of heavy buttocks.
"What a beautiful little ass."
"Thank you!"
The tension was agony once more and she felt the goose bumps gather on the white mounds as the fingers teased up and down the cleft.
And then with an almost violent motion, she felt the heavy flesh pushed apart and once more the eyes invaded her.
For a moment she cried but in utter horror at the violation and then suddenly relaxed and a deep warm sensuality flooded over her. She was being seen where she had never been seen before.
The fingers teased and probed and she writhed in an agony of bliss.
"Part your legs," Marion commanded.
Obediently, she spread her thighs.
There was another pause and now she felt the strong fingers at her cunt once more and then they spread them and probed inside.
At first it was a teasing in the outer circled but then suddenly they plunged to the depth and Lisa was lifted by a wave of pure hunger. She could not repress the cry of need that burst from her lips.
"Oohhhh!"
"That's it! Tell me! "'Marion murmured. "Tell me! Tell! Tell me! she went on in a singsong voice as her fingers probed in and out.
"Oh, please!" Lisa moaned.
"Please what, darling?"
"Please finish me."
"Finish you? But we've hardly begun."
The voice was soft but there was an edge to it and Lisa realized that she was getting her revenge for the early teasing that she had done. Now that she was in command, Marion wanted to be sure that fact was known. It was probably just as well. An inexperienced hand like herself might have bolted if she hadn't ben taken command of. Yes, even as much as she wanted it. And she was certain now that she did want it-more than anything in a long time.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded as the fingers came out and lingered on the edge of the sensation-strung labia. "Please Fuck me!"
"Of course, darling."
And suddenly, Marion stopped what she was doing and Lisa felt her move back.
Rolling over on her back, Lisa looked up and saw a black dress with a low bodice. Underneath was her standing by the bed taking off her dress. It was a black, half-bra that barely cradled the heavy breasts. She was wearing black bikini panties with an edge of lace. Through the fine fabric. Lisa could see the dark bush of her thatch jet-black between her heavy thighs. She was a big woman but well-shaped.
And a new excitement burst through Lisa, flooding her body.
Marion caught the look in her eye and paused. "You want to see more? she asked. "Oh yes!"
"All right. Look all you want to. It feels beautiful, darling."
And reaching back, she undid her bra and let the full breasts plummet forward.
Lisa stared, drinking in the sight of the heavy, well-shaped titties with, directly in the center, the tiniest, pinkest nipples she had ever seen, tiny as marbles, taut in their erection.
Marion reached up and cupped one breast in both hands squeezing the nipple as though offering it to her.
"You like them."
"Oh yes!"
"Good, They're all yours."
And then she reached down and grasped the top of the panties. "More."
"Please!"
She slid the thin panties slowly down over her belly, hesitated a moment just above the dark cunt and then slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she straightened up.
"Here's the rest of me," she murmured and turned so that her heavy white buttocks jiggled close to Lisa's face.
A cloud of desire descended over Lisa and she could hardly breathe.
"Ohh!"
She moaned deliriously as her eyes took in the sight.
Marion turned back and moved very close to the bed.
"But this, of course is what we're most interested in, isn't it?"
And as she asked the question she spread her heavy thighs.
Lisa, lying on the bed, could see between them where the dark bush curled around the dark pink puckered pussy. Little sworls of flesh seemed to engulf her vision, drawing her in.
Excitement pounded through her.
"Can you see all right?" Marion asked and, reaching down, she drew the lips open so that Lisa could view in full the dark pink opening that retreated to the shadows of her inner body.
And now, they faced each other, Marion slowly releasing herself and letting her hands come up.
"That's all of me," she murmured. Their gazes clashed and then suddenly from out of nowhere the storm broke.
With a moan, Marion dropped onto the bed and her lips covered Lisa's while her hands dropped to plunder the soft breasts.
Lisa arched her body against the soft fullness and parted her lips for the tongue's probing exploration. Fire wasted her.
The hands moved down her belly then and dropped to her wet cunt
She spread her legs and suddenly the fingers found her little button and the flames seared her. With a cry, she reached down stroking the hand a moment and then forcing it up against her so that the fingers penetrated her.
"Do it!" she moaned, working the hand back and forth.
"Of course, darling," Marion murmured against her mouth.
Lisa sucked greedily at the tongue that came sliding into her mouth and her body arched against her friend's fingers. Now the rhythm was settling down and she knew that climax was approaching.
But before anything happened, Marion fell back away from her and lay staring up at her.
"What's the matter?"
"Turn about's fair play," Marion murmured and smiled up at her.
"Oh," Lisa murmured, suddenly feeling awkward.
But something told her that this was part of it too. Reaching out she stroked one massive breast with timed fingers and then as Marion sighed and drew her against her, she took a tiny nipple into her mouth.
It was good to have it there and Marion writhed in pleasure especially when her fingers slid down to the dark tangle between her legs.
"That's it, darling."
Encouraged, she moved over to the other breast and sucked as Marion's hands moved down her back, teasing her buttocks.
"But now there's more," Marion murmured and, seizing her head, she forced it down and suddenly Lisa found herself confronting the dark tangle of her cunt.
She almost panicked. What was she supposed to do? The pink lips menaced her through the dark tangle of hair.
"Take it, darling," Marion murmured and suddenly forced her head downward.
Lisa's lips encountered the soft flesh and now she knew.
She let her mouth begin to move against the flesh and smelled the briney fragrance. At the same time, Marion tugged at her thighs until she was straddling her friend's head.
"Oh, this is how it is," she thought.
Carefully, she lowered herself till she felt moist lips against her button. Raging fire burned through her and she ground against the open mouth as she moved her mouth in turn.
"Yes, this is how it is."
Slowly she moved hips and head and began to build a rhythm. And it did build.
Marion's mouth circled and circled her tiny button, shooting fire through her, while her fingers clamped tightly in her full buttocks, teasing and probing the cleft till Lisa was mad with tension.
Her own mouth worked in rapid counterpoint to her friends and slowly the rhythm grew and now she was mad with desire, her mouth working in a frenzy, her hips driving down.
Suddenly when it seemed she could stand no more, she felt her body stiffen. At the same moment, Marion's body stiffened and for a moment they hung there, poised on some impossible peak.
It seemed an eternity that they just hung there and then the shuddering fury of the orgasm began. Giant waves of sensation burst over her, seeming to knock her out of her body with their fire.
Wave on wave rolled over her as she felt her friend shudder and buckle beneath and locked her fingers in the heavy hips to hold her against her mouth as the fury raged.
Finally, slowly it began to subside. The shudders became smaller and smaller, trailing away into stillness.
Fantastic!
That was the only thought in her head as the delirium of relief washed over her. Fantastic!
With a little groan of pleasure, Marion snuggled up against her. She felt the hot points of her nipples against her side but for the moment she did not feel any arousal. It had all been washed away in the great tide of the orgasm.
"You're wonderful, darling," Marion murmured.
"Are you sure this is your first time?"
Lisa smiled tenderly.
'Thank you for the compliment," she murmured, "but I'm afraid it is."
Marion dropped her hand to the wet cunt and Lisa squirmed.
"I hope it won't be the last," she murmured.
Lisa thought of Roger, first with bitterness and then with sorrow.
"I don't know," she said honestly.
"It's Roger," Marion said matter-of-factly.
"Yes."
"What are you going to do."
"I don't know."
"Do you want to talk about it?" The thought of revealing the whole story filled Lisa with shame. "No."
"Well, if you need a friend..." The heavy breasts were hot against her but Lisa knew they didn't have time to start again. "We should be getting back."
"Yes."
They paused, both reluctant to break away.
Finally Marion kissed her softly on the lips and rose and began to dress.
Lisa lay watching the heavy desirable body disappear into the clothing. A deep regret filled her as she did so.
Then she rose, put on her own clothes and ran a comb through her hair.
"Ready," she murmured.
Marion drew her into her arms, kissed her once more softly and then hand in hand, they walked over to the door and opened it.
Lance Hegrew, standing outside in the hall, greeted, them with a knowing smile.
"I though maybe you'd fallen in, dear girls," he murmured.
FIVE
They walked in silence back into the party. Lisa was having a little difficulty preserving her dignity in the face of the fact that Lance almost certainly had guessed what she and Marion had been up to.
The thing that saved her was Lance's obvious admiration of her which continued in spite of what he may have guessed as to her and Marion's actions. It just didn't seem to affect him.
The first moment, his eyes had moved over her body, taking it in: from the full heavy bosom down to the finely wrought ankles. And as they walked down the hall back to the party, he kept glancing at her, his eyes dropping to her heavy breasts. The gleam in them was obvious. He wasn't making any attempt to hide his desire.
For Lisa it was a pleasant and reassuring feeling, especially as she knew that Roger's cold eyes were awaiting her in the living room.
She let her gaze go to Lance. There was something in him that attracted her-a raw power that seemed to demand what it wanted even when it was sheathed in politeness. He was not a tall man, just a little taller than she but the stocky body promised infinite endurance.
The thought of this excited her suddenly and then filled her with chagrin. Was she really turning back into a tramp? What would Jed say?
Lance's eyes were hot on her heavy breasts and suddenly she was glad she had put the much discussed bra back on. It seemed to protect her bosom from the fire of their gaze.
Back in the living room, Roger ignored them and Lance, noting this, smiled. Lisa wondered what conclusion he had drawn from this fact. But nothing was said. Lance simply got the three of them drinks and Lisa drained hers at a single toss, suddenly wanting to escape the pain of Roger's unseeing eyes.
"Well, that calls for another one, darling," Lance murmured.
He brought her another an Lisa drained it too. The exertion in the bedroom had sobered her completely and she didn't want to be sober.
Marion watched her with a sort of tender concern but it was obvious that she had, for the time being yielded the field to Lance. Well, that was fair enough.
Lance took her elbow and guided her over to the group around Roger. Lisa, suddenly extremely self-conscious did not want to go, but the hand was firm.
"Nice party, old boy," he murmured as they came up. "Thanks."
Roger turned, smiling at Lance and then letting his eyes grow cold as they encountered Lisa.
"And as far as I'm concerned. Miss Franklin is the hit of the whole affair."
"Good," Roger said.
"Oh?"
"Yes, it's nice that someone unattached can find friends," Roger murmured.
Lisa knew he was referring to her.
"I'm glad you're concerned," she said, letting her eyes blaze.
"Of course I'm concerned. It's a small world now," Roger said. "We all have to be concerned for everybody, don't we?"
Lisa blushed and said nothing.
"Speaking of concern," Lance went on smoothly, "what is your concern, Miss Franklin? The rest of these alcoholics are linked directly or indirectly with the business, whereas you appear suddenly out of nowhere, looking not in the least like a businesswoman."
Lisa's eyes settled on Roger.
"I'm in Public Relations," she snapped, her eyes blazing.
Roger winced and turned away. For a moment, she thought she saw a look of pain on his face but then it must have been the light.
"Oh really?"
Lance's voice was interested. Roger had taken his leave abruptly.
"Yes," Lisa said, caught now.
"Well, I don't suppose you're looking for employment at the moment."
Marion winked at her, almost a mocking smile on her lips. It was a kind of reassurance, telling her that if she needed a job, Lance would probably go as far as putting her on the payroll to get what he wanted from her.
It was a thought. Something told her that she was not going to bring Roger around overnight. She either had to get out in a hurry before her feelings were completely shredded, or she had to begin making long-range plans.
And she wasn't ready to give in yet. The feeling was too strong in her. Something about them, in spite of Roger's objections was, on right.
"Well, to tell you the truth," she said, letting her eyes meet Lance's, "I'm not doing anything at the present time."
"How convenient!"
Her eyes met his once more.
"Yes, isn't it?"
That ought to get the message across if he were really interested. Marion was amused.
"I think it's a good choice, Lance. From what I know of her, she'd be excellent in public relations."
It was a dig but a gentle one. Contrary to what she had heard about women of her type, Marion was not on a possessive kick. And she didn't hate men.
She must not be completely one way.
Lance beamed. He could feel things going his way now.
"Tell you what," Marion said. "The party's starting to die. Why don't you two drop me off at my place and then you can go talk business a while."
"Excellent idea," Lance said. "Maybe we could have a bite to eat first."
"I'm not really hungry, darling, and I'm starting to crave my beauty sleep. Why don't you drop me and then you and Lisa can go eat if you want to."
It was a nice gesture. It left Lance free from his duty of escorting her and opened the way for Lisa to make whatever choice she wanted to. She turned and smiled at Marion tenderly.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," she said.
"Let's drink to it then," Lance said and proceeded to get three more drinks.
They drained the glasses at a gulp and now Lisa was high. She felt it creeping through her body with the same subtle sensation of well-being as Lance's admiration. Now she asked herself; did she really want to sleep with this man? Was she really going to give herself to him just to insure herself of a job in Roger's office?
The answer was yes on both counts. It might have been the drinks but part of it was just physical attraction. She knew that Lance wasn't her type and they would never last, but for one night, for a moment's reassurance when the man you loved had dropped you. Lance was perfect.
Lance drained his glass and set it down.
"Let's go," he said.
And go they did in the front seat of his car, driving through the night, the three of them, Marion pressed warmly against her on one side and Lance on the other. The two girls were remembering dreamily. When Lance drew the car to a halt in front of her apartment, Marion kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Good night, darling. I hope we meet again soon," she murmured.
"I do too," Lisa said frankly. She had learned something from this tender fiery woman.
Lance took Marion to her door and then hurried back.
SIX
The early breakfast in the small diner was really a formality. They needed the pause for transition. And Lance had no intention of talking business.
When they were through eating, he drove with silence toward a large apartment house in the best part of town.
It was a plush place and Lisa was impressed.
As they came in the door and she stood staring, Lance turned to her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I'll fix us a drink," he said and started off then turned.
"Oh, by the way," he said quietly. "I really do need someone in public relations. Roger and I do our own hiring separately, so there's no cause for alarm in that direction."
She smiled at him, still a little high.
"The job's yours if you want it," he added. "I don't want you to think that it's dependant on what does or doesn't happen here."
"Thank you."
That was as clear as he could make it and something told her that he meant just what he said.
He fixed drinks and brought them back. There was a jolt in her belly as it hit and then she was very loose, very free.
He took her hand and led her to the couch. Somewhere music was playing, a some driving beat.
They sat down and when she came into his arms, it seemed a perfectly natural thing to do.
The kiss was gentle at first but she sensed the power behind it. Suddenly something in her wanted to unleash that power, explore it to the fullest.
The kiss deepened and his tongue was in her mouth, probing.
As casually as she could, she let her hand drop down to the front of his pants, brushing his heavy prick through the fine fabric of his trousers.
She felt him stiffen and suddenly his arms had tightened around her body.
That was what she wanted-the strength of him heavy against her.
Her hand moved more deliberately as his tongue drove thickly into her mouth. She stroked him through his pants and felt the answering throb of response from his heavy cock.
His hand came up, unbuttoning her dress, probing inside the bra for her breast. She felt the nipple rise in response and at the same time her hand clenched on him as his tongue swirled in her mouth like liquid fire.
She gave a soft moan and her hand clenched on him. He was big!
"Ohhhh!"
That was what she wanted. She wanted bigness, the heavy force of him invading her. "Ohhh!"
It had begun as an act but now it was really real.
His hands trembled slightly as he tugged at her dress till it was down around her waist. She didn't want to let go of him even for the moment necessary to free her arms from the dress, but she did.
His fingers were hot and shaking reaching behind her to undo the bra.
As it came away, he buried his mouth in her breasts, nuzzling till he found the pointed nipple and then clamping down with his lips.
She moaned and grasped him once more and now her eager fingers groped tremblingly for the zipper of his pants, found it, tugged downward and probed inside till she found him.
Her hand found soft erect flesh and worked it as his mouth plundered her breasts.
It wasn't enough. She reached deeper and drew him out.
Her eyes dropped downward and saw it, the rounded knob gleaming in the soft light, a hint of moisture gleaming in the crevice.
"Ohhh!"
"Ohhh!"
Hunger filled her.
Almost of its own impetus, her head dropped and suddenly his cock was in her mouth.
He groaned as the contact was made and fell back with his hands still on her naked breasts squeezing gently, a motion that sent fire through her as her head moved up and down, caressing him, demanding of him. She felt him stiffen even more, felt the hot vibrant warmth of him and wondered if she had made a mistake, what he would think of her for this.
It was too late. The rhythm had began. She wanted him. Her head moved in its hungry motion and he writhed, squeezing her breasts more heavily, till the pink taut nipples cried out in a luxury of pain that she had forgotten existed.
Now his hips rolled and he was moving against her and her hands came up to stroke him as her mouth worked.
Tension flooded the room. He arched his back to drive up to her.
And then suddenly, he grasped her head and raised her up.
"Enough," he groaned.
His lips covered hers and his hands moved over her, undoing the rest of the dress. "Stand up," he commanded. "Yes."
She stood up and the dress fell away and she was in nothing but her panties.
He grasped them heavily and drew them down to her ankles and in the same motion stood and lifted her and carried her across the room into the bedroom. There was no questioning him. He was a force now.
He kicked the door open and walked through the room to the wide, spacious bed.
With a twist of his arms, he flung her into the middle of it.
She fell with her legs open and then before she could move, he was on her.
It was a gentle, tender sort of violence that caused him to bury his head now in her dark cunt, his mouth working.
Fire seared her and she cried out but it was in joy as well as hunger.
His mouth moved over the soft flesh and then the tongue probed inside and suddenly it was delirium.
Right in the middle of it, she felt herself lifted and turned and then his mouth was on her back, moving down it along the spine relentlessly toward the deeply-cleft buttocks. When it reached them, it did not stop.
She screamed in the wild dark pleasure of it but he went on.
A fire was raging through her now that she was sure nothing could stop.
And then the firm hands suddenly lifted her and turned her in a single motion.
And in the same motion, he rose, his eyes holding her in place, stripped off his clothes and fell across her.
She caught a glimpse of the heavy knobbed menace jutting from him and then it was buried between her legs, driving deep into her soft vitals.
She gave a little cry of sheer helpless joy and drove up to meet him.
It was violent but good. He never let her get control and the heavy cock filled her still she thought she could crack at the seams.
It was a violent almost demented rhythm that he sustained but it was effective.
He drove down and in ever-increasing fury till she had no choice but to go along.
Her ankles locked around him, she moaned obscene bits in his ear and drove and ground against him as though trying to pulverize herself against the stony weight of his body.
"Take it," he snarled in tender abandon.
"Drive it through me," she moaned softly.
"Yes!"
Their bodies beat against each other like flails till the tension could reach a new peak and then suddenly it broke.
Fire burned her belly and she was almost unconscious. What was it?
And then she realized that it was the hot jets of him burning into her open cunt.
"More," she groaned.
Pulse after burning pulse of liquid flame seased her until nothing was left.
Finally they collapsed and lay against each other panting.
Silence.
For a long time, there was just the silence of their breathing.
Finally he rolled over and looked at her, his eyes narrow, still hungry.
"Great," he murmured.
"Yes, it was."
"Have you got a place to stay tonight?" She shook her head forlornly. "Then you might as well stay here."
SEVEN
Dawn came and passed and she still drowsed. She lay in a bliss of physical repleteness, dreaming, dreaming...
It seemed that she would drift forever in this sea of completed flesh.
Drowsily she let her hand move over her body. Sometime during the night, she had thrown off the cover and now it seemed to her that she was floating, completely nude with no one, nothing about it, as though she were drifting in a cloud.
Her mind was serene ... Her body was at peace and she had no worries.
For the moment all the defensive walls had come down.
And she reveled in it.
Around her she felt stirrings and pulsing and she opened her eyes.
There were others there. Was she dreaming? She touched herself to see if she was real and it seemed that she was. Her hand moved over her belly and then down between her legs to tug at the dark hair. As though on command, her legs opened and she moved her hand in between them, spreading the soft labia, probing herself till she found the button. Her body writhed on the bed but her eyes did not open. She was dreaming.
Yes, they were still there, a group of three, lean men with golden bodies, handsome and desirable, all three of them.
In fact she didn't know which one of them she wanted most.
All of them reminded her of Roger.
But all of them reminded her of Lance also.
They looked at each other. Suddenly she was on her feet and felt their eyes on her body, exploring every part. They moved around her in a circle and she could feel the unabashed closeness of their exploration. One leaned down to part her thighs and then another tugged at the cleft of her buttocks till it came open.
"Oohhh!"
A delirium of hunger flooded her suddenly and she couldn't believe that she was really ready again after the night before.
"Well?" one of them asked when the examination had been completed.
"Well what?" she asked tremulously. "Well which one of us do you want."
"I-I don't know."
"You seem to feel that you have to choose."
"Don't I."
"Do you."
"I-I don't know." Suddenly she was bewildered. "Or which one do you want first?" This was a different question, seemingly easier to answer.
She looked from one to the other. "I-I don't know."
"You don't know which you want first." The eyes were on her, all over her, in her. She couldn't have kept them out if she wanted to. "No."
"Well, then perhaps we can choose for you."
"Yes, please."
The golden eyes met each other and the golden bodies poised. "We all want you at once," they said in unison. "But is it possible?"
"Lie down," the golden ones said softly. "Alright."
Everything about them was downy. She lay and spread her legs.
One of them knelt by her head.
"Turn onto your side," he said.
She rolled over on her side and felt hands clutching her behind and then in front and suddenly a sharp sweet pain filled her ass and at the same moment, she felt a nuzzle against her mouth and parted her lips.
And only then was she touched in that central spot, her cunt.
The last one pushed her thighs open and drove into her.
She was filled!
It seemed like some long-suppressed dream that she had never believed would come true.
It hurt there but it was all right and her mouth moved and her whole body.
All of them somehow were moving together and she felt free again.
The motion rose and soared, rose and soared and when finally she felt the climaxes, they were all of them simultaneous, terrible, beautiful, rending explosions that flooded her with gold.
"OOOHHHH!"
She cried out and fell back, almost unconscious with the beauty of it.
They lay still against her, still in her, till she drifted off to sleep.
And strange! Drifting off to sleep in the dream became waking up in reality.
Lisa stirred dreamily and slowly came awake. The first thing she felt was a hand pressing heavily against her pussy, fingers probing delicately the soft inner lips of her.
Startled, she realized that it was her own hand, and remembered that she had been fondling herself.
"Little tramp!" she murmured roguishly. "Don't you ever get enough?"
Lance was gone and there was a note by the bed. She reached for it and paused to remember the evening before reading it.
There had been something clean and lovely and refreshing in the honest violence of their desire for each other.
She wondered if they would have time for another bout.
"Take your time," the note said, "but when you get up and feel ready come down to the office and I'll break you in. Have your first assignment all ready."
Well, he really had meant it when he said she had a job. At least there was security for a little while, plus access to Roger.
Lisa lay touching herself a moment longer, stroking the dark hair of her and thinking first of Roger and then of Lance. There wasn't any doubt in her mind about which she loved.
But she wished that she could elicit from Roger, whom she loved, the response that she had gotten from Lance whom she didn't.
Well, that was why she needed time and that was why she needed this job.
But just to make matters clear, she would find herself a place to stay before she reported in for work. Then there couldn't possibly be any misunderstanding with Lance.
"All right." she murmured, "That takes care of that."
And there was no longer any excuse for lying in bed.
With a sigh she rose and padded naked into the bathroom, ran the shower and stepped under it, feeling the warm spray tingling against her skin.
It was delicious.
She soaped her body thoroughly and scrubbed inside and out till she felt she must shine. She wasn't going to be caught wanting her first day on the job. She'd make Lance proud of her even if Roger wasn't.
The water washed over her, cleaning and seeming to purify her. She felt fresh, new! Maybe there was a chance with Roger after all.
Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself before the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It was full-length and gave her a chance to do a reappraisal of her equipment.
She stared at herself speculatively, noting the dark, velvet eyes, the full, sweet mouth and then dropping her eyes to the veined white globes with their tiny pointed nipples.
Lovely, she decided.
Her eyes moved down to the tapering waist that flared to full thighs.
Yes and the dark pussy cupped between them. She laid both hands over it for a moment. She could only conclude that Roger was crazy.
Then she turned and looking over her shoulder, surveyed the smooth back that flared to heavy ripe buttocks rich and tempting.
What more could a man ask for?
She thought of the dream. The three golden men inside her.
Was that what she was asking for?
She tried to imagine how it would be, without shame or modesty.
Exciting, she concluded. Highly exciting. There were still certain things that hadn't been done to her and now she knew that she wanted them done.
"Wow!" she thought.
Honesty hadn't been her bag before.
But then a lot of things had changed in the last few years.
She suspected that Jed was responsible for a lot of them. Too bad Jed wasn't it. Not in that way, anyway, though he was irreplaceable.
Maybe she ought to go see Jed.
Her thoughts carried her into the bedroom where she retrieved her clothes.
She dressed before the bathroom mirror, still doing her assessment and still deciding in her own favor. But she knew that the body itself wasn't enough. There were many other factors involved and she wasn't really sure how to begin to change Roger's mind.
Yes, maybe it was worth the risk of a bawling out to go see Jed and hear what he had to say.
But duty first.
She would find a place and then report in for work and if she was free soon enough, she would go see Jed, yes even if he bawled her out.
She decided to wait to really fix up till she had found a place and had her bags. Then she would find something fresh to wear and really wow them.
With this thought she finished dressing quickly, went down the stairs found a coffee shop and a newspaper and quickly went over the ads.
She made a couple of calls and an hour later was established in a small but neat and clean apartment within walking distance of the office.
"How lucky can you get!" she commented to herself, standing before the mirror of her dresser in the new apartment. A quick cab ride to the airport and she had gotten her bags.
And now she lingered over her dressing. It was already too late to report in before lunch so she might as well make a really swinging entrance after lunch.
A skirt and blouse, dark skirt and white ruffy sheer blouse. It was a shirtwaist and looked fairly efficient and office like until you saw how the cut of it thrust the bosom forward and how the lace was open at certain precise points.
The more you looked at it, the more interested you became-if you were a male. At least that had been her experience in the past.
A quick bite to eat at a neighborhood cafe and then she walked to work.
The receptionist caught the name immediately.
"Oh, yes. You're to go right into Mr. Hegrew's office, Miss Franklin."
She showed her the way and Lance opened the door to her knock.
Roger was standing inside also and had a look of deep concern on his face. He ignored Lisa when she came in.
"Lisa I'm glad you got here, baby. We have a lot to talk about."
"Hello, Roger," Lisa said. "Hello."
There was a long pause and then Roger added, "I want you to know that only the fact that Lance and I make a point of never interfering with each other's business-only that keeps me from objecting to his hiring you."
"That you," Lisa said coldly.
"All right, you two," Lance broke in. "I don't know what it is with you. But it's got to be put aside and then we'll get to the real business. It's not every day we get an offer like we got from
Baylor Products."
"Oh?"
"They want to buy out the work and at a fantastic price." Lance's eyes glittered.
Roger did not seem so elated. Somewhere Lisa suddenly felt a strong tension between the two men.
"I still don't like it," Roger said.
"But it's a perfectly legitimate offer." Lance told him.
"The price is too big, allowing for the length of time to get your money back-that is, with bur present output."
"Maybe he's got some new ideas for increasing production."
Roger's eyes darkened.
"Maybe he has," he said," but I don't know what they could be."
"Anyway," Lance went on. "the offer isn't firm yet."
"That's true."
"But when it is-if it is, I don't see how we can afford to turn it down."
"But we'll all be out of jobs, won't we?" Lisa asked.
"Not necessarily," Lance grinned. "That can be included in the deal. Most people don't want to completely restaff an operation when they take it over. It would cost more to train new people than retain the old."
There was a steeliness in Lance now that was different from the almost gentle hardness of the night before. Lisa had only to look at Roger's eyes, which continued to avoid her, to realize that something was wrong or at least that Roger suspected something was wrong.
"Anyway, I still don't understand," he said.
"What's to understand?" Lance demanded." If we get a firm offer at a price like that, we can't afford to overlook it."
Roger's brow knit for a moment and then he subsided.
"That's true," he said.
"So we need to do all we can to get the offer made firm." Roger nodded.
"Well, that's in your department right now. I'll leave you and Miss Franklin to work it out."
He turned then abruptly and walked out the door without looking back.
"Whew!" Lance said, he sure has it against you, baby."
"I know," Lisa said softly. "Want to tell me why."
"No."
"O.K. It's your business."
"I found a place to live by the way," Lisa added just to make things perfectly clear. "Good."
Lance grinned at her almost teasingly. "I was a little uneasy," he explained. "I didn't want the honor of housing you permanently-yet." Lisa grinned in return.
"Well, we seem to understand each other," she said.
"Some times almost too much." Lance said thoughtfully. "You mean it takes one to know one?" Lisa asked, looking him in the eye.
Lance's gaze shifted crookedly. A crook to know a crook. It wasn't very complimentary to herself but Lisa was facing facts. And suddenly she knew there was something wrong with the deal to sell the business.
"And your first assignment is tonight, to take Gus Holcomb out. or be taken out by him persuade him that the business is a good one and that he ought to buy it from us."
He rummaged around on the desk and got a handful of papers.
"Here," he said. "Take these home with you and read them over. They'll give you the information you need to talk intelligently."
"This little bit?"
"I figure your role is more entertainment than fact-finding," Lance said. "There's a way of just being pleasant and good company with just a few figures thrown in that will sell him quicker than the yearly audit."
"Oh? Am I supposed to sleep with him?"
Lance's eyes narrowed.
"You really have a thing about that, don't you?" he asked.
Lisa blushed.
"I thought you knew from last night that I don't go that route. If you want to sleep with him, go ahead, if you think it will help things rather than hinder them. But I'm not running a whorehouse if that's what you mean."
"I'm sorry," Lisa said.
"Accepted."
"And now what?"
"Now get your little fanny out of here. Go home, rest, read these papers and be ready for Mr. Holcomb to pick you up at eight."
Lisa grinned.
"OK, Boss."
Lance's eyes went suddenly tender. "That's the way to talk."
Lisa turned and went out, smiling. There was plenty of time to see Jed and now she wanted to see him more than ever: to ask him about this sales deal.
EIGHT
"Well," Jed began the manner that she had been certain that he would, "you asked for it. You've been asking for it ever since you got this rotten business."
"I know."
Lisa dropped her head and tried to hide her misery.
Jed's kindly eyes regarded her. "But in a way, it's nice to know it happened," he added. "Oh?"
Lisa looked at him in surprise.
"Well," he explained, "the alternative to going soft in this racket is getting hard. It seems like you have to go one way or the other. I'm just as glad that you chose to go soft."
Lisa's mouth twisted bitterly.
"I'm not so sure I am," she muttered.
"Of course you are," Jed told her. "You're not one of these tough babies that can take a man for his eye teeth and never bat an eye. You never will be so you might as well relax and learn to live with your soft heart without breaking it every day or two. Roger's a nice boy. I'd almost like to see you two wind up together. If it can be arranged."
"But how, Jed? He won't even look at me since I came back."
"I know. But that could be the resistance of the male who feels that he's just about cornered."
Lisa sighed.
"If it is, it's pretty convincing. So far he's managed to resist me right out of his life." Jed grinned at her.
"I'd say you'd managed to hang in there pretty well," he said. "Wangling a job right in his own office."
Lisa grinned in response.
"I'd love the credit but it was luck." she said. "Anyway, you're there."
"Much to his dissatisfaction and Lance's pleasure," Lisa said.
For a moment, she was silent, then added, "And that's another thing," she added, "I'm not at all sure I like this business of selling the firm ... this Mr. Gus Holcomb. Lance seems very eager and Roger just a little suspicious. I have a feeling something's wrong."
"I can't help you there," Jed said. "It hasn't progressed to the point where they're talking contracts and stuff. Roger's mentioned it, that's all."
"But what do you think?" Lisa asked.
Jed frowned.
"Roger said a couple of things-one that Lance has known Holcomb for a long time and that he's done most of the talking with him about this."
"Well, I'm supposed to do some of the talking tonight," Lisa said. "It's my first assignment: to go to dinner with Mr. Holcomb and prime the deal."
Jed grinned.
"Then what are you asking my opinion for when you've got the bird sitting in your lap. I wonder about you sometimes, Lisa. Be nice to the man, give him a few drinks and find out if the deal is on the up and up."
Lisa frowned.
"That's what I was thinking of doing. But-I'm just not as eager for that sort of thing as I was once, Jed. Regardless of whether Roger and I pan out, I think this is my last job for you."
Jed nodded understandingly.
"But-" Lisa added, "I think I'll find out anyway."
"And when you do, let me know," Jed told her. "If it's underhanded, maybe we can figure out a way to gum things up for Lance and Mr. Holcomb."
Lisa stood up, looking at her watch. It was late and she had to get ready for her date with Gus Holcomb.
Moving around behind the desk, she kissed Jed on the cheek.
"I feel better in spite of your gruffness," she said. He feigned indignation.
"Gruff? I was trying to figure out why I baby you so much."
"Thanks, Jed," she said softly.
"My pleasure. But Lisa-" he added as she started towards the door."
"Yes?"
She turned.
"Lisa, if this doesn't turn out, if Roger doesn't decide that you're the one after all-"
She grinned wryly, forcing back the tears once more.
"I know, Jed. I'll cut my losses and get the hell on back to Reno. A deal's a deal."
"Attagirl."
Lisa turned and went out with her head down. It was beginning to look like that was what would happen.
But she wasn't whipped yet. There was still Gus Holcomb.
Back at the apartment, she dressed fit to kill, a black strapless short evening gown with plenty of bosom disaplayed just in case she needed it. She hadn't decided just how far she was going yet. That would depend partly on Holcomb. But just to make sure, she wanted him bowled over from the moment he saw her. Glancing in the mirror above her dressing table, she decided that he probably would be.
The white globes of her breasts were exposed almost down to the nipples and they glowed softly in the light of the room. She felt desirable. It was a good sign and usually meant one of her good nights. When you felt that way, you usually were that way.
"But let's leave the final judgment to Mr. Hol-comb," she advised herself, hoping that it didn't turn into a bind; that is, that it turned out that she felt compelled to sleep with him in order to get the information she needed whereas he turned out to be an utterly unattractive dud.
What would she do in a case like that?
She thought for a moment tenderly of Roger's lean handsome face and know what she would do, would have to do.
Well, she was lucky on two counts. Gus Holcomb though an older man, was not unattractive. And was bowled over from the moment he saw her.
The bell rang. She went to the door and there was a short rather lean man with a shrewd face and sharp blue eyes. There was humor in them but keenness also. She suspected that he would not be entirely trustworthy in a business deal and that he was never deliberately malicious either. It was a strange sort of compromise but Lisa, in her dealings with men, had learned to trust her quick and intuitive first impressions. He reminded her a little of Lance and this feeling that they were alike told her that they might also have a tendency to conspire together.
"Wow!" said Gus Holcomb.
His response was genuine, a little droll, as though he might be mocking himself, a man greying at the temples, for the intensity of his response to this younger woman.
But the eyes dropped to her bodice and held there, almost as though he could not prevent it. Lisa felt the warmth of his gaze, felt the goose bumps creep up on the white exposed flesh. There was an instant attraction between her and this man. That was good. It would make things easier.
"Come in and rest your eyes," she murmured with a slight bow that exposed even more bosom.
"I'm afraid I'll only make them tender," Holcomb said with a resigned sigh. But he entered.
"I'll just get my wrap."
Lisa got her wrap and returned to the waiting eyes which continued to devour her hungrily, unashamedly.
And Gus Holcomb was set before the evening ever began.
Dinner was delicious and in the nicest place in town. They had cocktails before and brandy afterwards. Lisa, remembering her plans, lagged behind on the drinking.
But Gus, his eyes never leaving her, forged ahead.
They left the restaurant and headed out on the town, Gus enjoying himself splendidly. He drank and Lisa sipped and his eyes never left her. In a crowded little club, half-drunk, he sat next to her and his hand suddenly moved out and touched her knee.
She did not resist. He was loose and beginning to talk.
And the subtle current that moving between them was growing, accentuated by the liquor he consumed.
The club was a high class strip joint and as they watched the naked young bodies bared, they felt their tension grown.
Gus leaned over and looked at her openly.
"I'd like to see you like that," he said.
"I think I'd like you to see me that way," she told him just as honestly.
She saw the tension knot his jaw and then the hand moved up under her dress and suddenly his fingers encountered the dark tuft of her cunt: she had not worn panties. After she had seen him and decided about him, she had slipped them off in the bedroom while she was getting her wrap.
"Let's go," he murmured.
They stood up and moved out of the little room, their bodies vibrating together, a low current that knit them in the darkness.
In the car, he drew her to him and their lips met. As his tongue slid into her mouth, his hand came up and dipped into the low gown. Fire tingled through her as his fingers touched the bare, taut nipple. She felt it flood through her and locked legs around the hand that slid suddenly up between her knees, sucking at his tongue as he worked it down under her own.
"Oooohhh."
The intensity of her pleasure surprised her.
Gus broke away panting and started the car and drove to her apartment.
To calm herself, she delivered the spill that she had rehearsed about the business.
Gus grinned at her. "You can forget that. It's already taken care of."
He was a little drunk but she felt his honesty came from his liking for her.
"But," she said, a little surprised, "it's such a big price."
Gus nodded.
"Lance win make it pay off."
"Lance?"
Gus grinned. "It's part of the deal. He runs it after we buy it. And that's because he's helping us set up some government contracts that will double the output. That's why it's worth the price."
"Oh."
And there it was. As simple as that. He had told her all she needed to know.
There was no need to sleep with him now.
The car pulled up in front of her apartment.
Gus got out, came round and opened the door.
She slid her hand into his and walked up the steps beside him the current of need jolting through them both now.
Lisa grinned to herself wryly.
There was no way of pretending to herself that this was business now.
NINE
There wasn't much point in preliminaries. At some point in the evening, both of them had quit pretending and had simply to wait for this moment to come. They both wanted it, knew that they wanted it and knew that the other wanted it, Lisa, with her wealth of experience behind her, had long since come to appreciate a certain directness in the process. It at least gave it a hint of sincerity-even between people who knew each other hardly at all.
Anyway, there they were. And they knew what they had come for. And in its own way. It was a good thing, she decided. She was glad that Gus had already given her the information that she needed, that there wouldn't be all the coy intrigue and hustling that was involved in getting information out of someone while attempting to complete the act-or not complete it actually because completion of it too soon would be hazardous to the goal one was attempting to achieve.
No, it was nothing devious anymore but simply the way they were: wanting each other and with very little subterfuge surrounding it.
"Come on in," she said, pushing the door open.
Gus followed her.
"Sorry I can't offer you a drink, but I just moved in."
Gus's eyes followed her every move. "Quite all right." Lisa turned and looked at him. "Need we put on a bunch of pretenses?" she asked.
The keen eyes glistened.
"I don't think so," he said. "I thought I was telegraphing my position pretty clearly."
"You were," she murmured, "and my position is just like yours, so-"
She turned her back to him suddenly and moved up to him.
"If you'll unzip me, I'll show you what you wanted to see at the club." Gus smiled.
His hands shook slightly but he managed the zipper.
"Now sit down please," Lisa murmured. "People standing make me nervous."
"Of course."
Gus seated himself on the couch expectantly and waited.
Lisa turned to face him and felt the eyes fixed on the bodice of her dress which was already beginning to curl away from her since the zipper was unfastened. She had on a thin strapless bra under it.
"I could probably do this to music with delaying tactics," she murmured, "but I suspect you're ready enough without that. I know I am."
Gus grinned.
"No delaying tactics, please."
"All right."
She slid the dress down over her hips and let it hang on her hips just above her pussy.
Then, reaching back, unhooked the bra and slid it off.
A white profusion of bosom sprang into being, glowing softly in the light. She heard the intake of Gus's breath as pink nipples gleamed at him. She moved forward till she was almost touching him and he gazed upward, then reached up a gentle hand to stroke the white orbs, blue-veined, perfect in their thrusting erectness.
"They're lovely," he murmured.
"Thank you."
"And the rest?"
"Coming to it."
Her eyes on his, Lisa slowly slid the dress down over her hips and stepped out of it.
"You're lovely," Gus murmured. "Lovelier than any of those girls at the club."
"Thank you."
His eyes were burning over her, down her belly to where her pussy curled round shell-pink labia. She stood legs spread, regarding him, knowing that from the angle at which was seated, he could see between her legs. She burned like fire down there from his gaze and her belly was churning with desire. She moved close and spread her legs wider. He reached out and delicately spread the fine-chiseled lips.
Then slowly she turned and felt the fire of his gaze run down her back to her rounded buttocks.
"Beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to stroke a full flank.
She turned back to him then, her eyes still on his and moved slowly toward him. He reached out and drew her down and then his lips closed over her as she seated herself on his lap.
His hands moved over her breasts and then suddenly he buried his hot mouth against her bosom, blindly groping for a nipple, while his hand plunged downward, clutching the dark hair of her cunt and then sliding the palm back and forth over the soft labia. A shudder ran through her as she felt the soft rising menace of his heavy cock against her naked bottom through his thin pants. She squirmed against it and felt him tense. They were both ready.
The kiss continued, tongue swirling through her like a living thing, while his fingers spread her and plunged inside.
She moaned softly and her belly rose to meet the plunging fingers. She wanted him, wanted to feel him. Squirming around, she reached down and found the zipper of his pants and undid him. Her hand felt him shiver as she reached inside and drew him forth, the warm tip, heavy and threatening, moist with his growing need.
The mass of it, the simple mass, amazed her.
Gus Holcomb was not a big man but he was, in one respect, the biggest man she had ever seen. A spasm of desire shot through her at the thought of this heavy prick buried to the hilt in her tiny box. Why, he might rend her!
The thought was not unpleasant. She stroked it heavily back and forth while the fingers plunged in and out of her, madly demanding.
And suddenly she was wild. She couldn't stand it. She had to have him in her, all the way, the heavy, veined root, hard and thick, driven into her to the very hilt, its throbbing mass singing its blind song inside her moist, vibrant pit.
"I've got to have you, you know," she groaned in an agony of need.
She turned on him so that she was straddling him and squatting over him, she dropped her mouth down over his, sucking at his tongue like some blind burrowing animal.
His hands snaked under her, cupping her heavy buttocks as she lowered herself till the moist lips were pulsing against the thick rod.
"This is better anyway," she thought. "It gives me some control. If he were on top, he might split me wide open."
The thought still did not hold terror but she knew that she didn't want to be put out of action that way.
She felt the moist heat of him against her outer lips and reaching down with her hands, she spread the labia and then grasped him eased him into the acing pussy. "Ohhh!"
She groaned with relief at the first contact. Then she felt the force of the heavy mass, spreading her, wider, till she thought she would tear. But she kept her weight going down against him. His finger teased her bottom as she moved, diving into the cleft, touching her behind to cause vibrant little shivers throughout her body and drive her downward suddenly in a move she hadn't planned.
Pain lanced through her as the labia were spread to the breaking point. She gave a short scream, certain for a moment that she was injured. And then the pain moved back and there was just the fullness of being completely filled.
"Ohhhh!"
Back there his fingers were plunging in and out rhythmically, driving her mad. No one had ever done that before. It drove her into a frenzy and she was out of her head with need.
"Do me, do me!" she moaned and drove down harder till she felt the heavy head deep in her belly and still plunging.
It was madness but she couldn't stop. The fingers worked and she had all of him she could get this way and wanted more.
"God, what a prick!" she moaned.
"And all for you, baby," Gus whispered against her lips.
"I want it all, all you've got," she moaned in an agony of desire.
"Then take it," he muttered.
And suddenly in a single motion, he rose and flipped her over on her back and at the same time, he drove into her.
This time she knew she was torn, was certain but then at the last moment, supple flesh parted to give him further access.
His fingers were still behind her and now plunged deep. She squirmed on them as she drove up to meet the heavy cock.
She didn't care what happened now as long as he stayed in her, driving ever deeper, deeper.
"Fuck me," she screamed.
He drove deeper and now she was moist enough to accommodate him.
He began to build a rhythm. Slowly at first till she became accustomed.
Then it grew faster, faster and the heavy cock was forcing into her, past any depth that had ever been reached before.
"More," she moaned.
The speed increase. Her whole body was one blind mouth sucking him in. The fingers probed and she drove down against them and then up to the heavy cock, her whole body singing a mad, frenzied song of need.
And he drove deeper, faster, a blind ram of a man, seeking some ultimate depth with the force of his heavy, berserk prick.
It was insane, but there was a heavy kind of glory in it as she felt her crevices filled to fiery overflowing.
She crooned to him, a mad, obscene little song of lust that spurred him even further till it was all a blind, mad lusting scene of rending need. She felt the knobbed head, blind, in its fury, plunge deeper. She gripped him with the soft moist walls of herself and held him as though seeking to suck the vital fires out of his heavy cock.
"More," she moaned, "more," though she knew she had all she could stand.
He responded with a driving thrust that threatened to injure her and still she drove up to him, crooning her little obscene song in his ears, driving him on.
"Ohhh!"
The fury of it grew and she let out a long, low wail, locking her legs about his waist, ramming the heavy prong deeper.
"Come, baby, come!" she moaned, singing her mad song.
And then finally, when she knew she could stand it no longer, he let it happen.
It began in back with the heavy finger plunging painfully deep.
She let out a little scream and at the same moment, felt him stiffen against her and then, with one long last driving thrust, he released.
It was like liquid fire in her, the burning jets that went on and on in their hot thrust. She locked on him a vacuum of warm woman flesh that sucked and sucked till the final spasm burnt out of him and he fell against her, spent, gasping.
Silence. Only the heavy throbbing of their breath.
She squeezed her legs and felt him still there between them.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly.
"Yeh," he murmured against her ear.
"It was great," she said.
Technically, it was one of the greatest performances she had ever experienced. And still, somewhere deep inside her, a voice she could barely hear, murmured, "Roger, Roger."
"You're wonderful, Lisa," Gus whispered in her ear.
"So are you," she said.
But the voice whispered on, "Roger. Roger," and she couldn't stop it.
Slowly, she felt the heavy cock subside in her.
Gus stood up and shucked off his clothes.
Then he sat down next to her so that their naked bodies touched.
"Be ready for and encore in a little?"
Her body said yes, but that other part of her kept saying, "Roger, Roger."
She fought back the tears.
"I'm afraid not," she said.
Gus eyed her solemnly, his eyes moving over the glowing body. "Someone else," he said.
"Maybe tomorrow night after the party I'm giving to celebrate closing the deal."
"Ohhh?"
Now she thought of Roger again and suddenly she could stand it no longer.
Putting her hands over her face, she began to cry, deep, racking sobs that left her breathless.
Gus patted her back futilely and tried to console her but it was no use.
In every way she had betrayed him. With another man, the very man that was taking his business.
Oh, why didn't he see her?
Gus's hand slid down her back and then suddenly the tension on was in it.
He toyed with her crevice and the grief turned to need and then suddenly but of nowhere he dropped down on the couch before her and his head dove between her legs.
She felt his fiery tongue there on her little button and writhed up to his mouth.
"Attagirl."
Fire consumed her once more and she felt the sweet thrust of his tongue and drove up to it, abandoning herself once more deliberately this time to shout out the thought of Roger.
And on and on her flesh singing now against his hot tongue and his face buried in her cunt and feeling the tension grow till she couldn't stand it and then cascading finally into utter, sweet oblivion.
TEN
The party was at Roger's house, the big house that he had inherited from his father as a result of his marriage to Lisa. It was ironic Lisa thought later how much a part of Roger's life she had become in such a short time. And also, how desperately she managed to fight to preserve the welfare of someone who was trying to do nothing but get rid of her.
"Oh, well," she told herself with resignation, "you owe love something. The least I can do is try to make things right for him-whether we end up together or not. Then I'll know I've done what I felt was right, what one person who loves another should do. After that, my obligation will be over and then I'll be able to go my way in peace."
Yes, in peace if not in happiness. She knew this now and still looked forward to that time-the time when she could leave-almost as a deliverance even though she would be alone again.
"Nothing to that," she told herself. "It's the story of my life."
"And at least, when there's nobody but you, you know where you stand."
It was a state to be desired after all the tension and uncertainly of her relationship with Roger.
And in the meantime there was the party and her effort to save Roger. She needed to talk to him but there hadn't been time before the party. She would have to try to get to him then.
Gus had left after she had drifted of to sleep and she had waked late and barely had time to get to work after she dressed. She had been going to try to see Roger but he was bussy all day and so had she been. She hadn't even been able to call Jed till late that afternoon.
Jed had listened in silence to her news about the deal with Gus.
"Well, it's a rise for Langley Ceramics but a drop for Roger," Jed said calmly. "I can't say I'm too surprised. There was the smell of monkey business about that deal from the beginning."
"Well, we've got to do something," Lisa said.
"Yeh. I think Roger needs to be running that business. It's not just a matter of money," Jed said. "He needs the business and I think it needs him."
There was another long, thoughtful silence and then he asked, "So what are you planning to do about it?"
"I don't know," Lisa sighed. "I wanted to get Roger off and tell him what I'd found out. But so far I haven't had a chance."
"O. K., " Jed said. "That seems like the logical place to start."
"If I don't catch him here, I can catch him at the party."
"Right," Jed said. "Give it a try and then if it doesn't work, let me know. I've got an idea but I don't want to use it if I don't have to. It's one of those last resort things."
"O. K."
Lisa rang off then in time to have Lance walk into her office.
"Well, I guess you know it's on," he said. "Yes."
"Maybe you did it. Maybe it was done already, Lisa. But you certainly didn't hurt things any. I'm pleased with you."
"Thank you, Lance."
"And more than that, Lance said. His eyes moved over her warmly and there was a new tenderness in them. He cleared his throat. "It takes a little while for a hard old tough like me to realize how things are going sometimes, Lisa, but now that I know, I'll say it. I'm-I'm in love with you. I want you to marry me."
Lisa blinked in surprise.
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," Lance said. "You know me well enough to know how I am. Things come to me suddenly and intensely. It doesn't mean they're not honestly felt. I'm in love with you, Lisa. I'd be very honored if you would marry me."
Lisa stared at him tenderly, suddenly quite moved.
"I'm sorry, Lance."
"No?"
"I-I can't."
Here it was for the asking-security. Lisa knew for the first time in her life, she had it for the asking and she was turning it down. Was she a fool?
"It's Roger, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"Well, good luck, doll."
She smiled wryly.
"Thanks."
"The offer holds if you change your mind."
"I won't, Lance, but thank you so much. I'm honored."
"Yeh,"
Lance patted her cheek and then suddenly turned and went out.
Lisa wondered if she should have tried to talk to him about the deal with Gus, try to persuade him out of it. But she knew it would have been impossible. Lance was quite direct and simple. The fact that he was in love with her would seem no reason for going lighter on Roger. They were two different situations.
And so that left the party.
The day went by in a flurry of mirror distractions and then it was time. She didn't dress. It was an informal affair, centering around the big pool in back of Roger's house. There would be swimming and dancing. She thought of arriving early decided no, Roger would be busy with preparation. She might as well take her time. At nine thirty, she put on her bikini and a wraparound dress and called a cab. She was looking forward to swimming by moonlight that night if nothing else. She hadn't been swimming in a long time.
The cab pulled up and she got out. Guided by the noise, she by-passed the big colonial house and went round to the back where lights were strung, table set out, and a noisy crowd was gathered
Lisa had enough experience with parties to be able to sense the way one was going in advance. She felt this one now and a sudden excited tension knotted her stomach. This was going to be a wild one.
Many of the people already were drunk. A strange couple was making passionate love on a blanket by the edge of the pool. They still had their clothes on but his hands were up under her dress and the girl, a lean, hungry looking blonde was letting the man slowly divest her of her panties.
Off to the side, at a table, Marion and Gus and Lance watched amused. They waved as they saw her come up.
She moved towards them, still looking around for Roger.
"Hi," Marion called. "Come have a drink."
"Thanks."
Lance and Gus both pulled up chairs for her. their eyes interested.
She realized that if it was fun she wanted, she need look no further because Marion's eyes were interested too.
Lance shoved a drink in her hand. At the same moment, she saw Roger standing off alone by the pool. Well, she would need fortification. She took the drink and drained it and signaled for another.
"Atagirl," Gus murmured. "It's going to be a good party and we want you in on it."
"I don't know," she murmured. "I need to see Roger."
She wanted to stay and talk, dreading what was coming, but suddenly decided to get it over with.
Lance watched her sympathetically. She stood up, drained off the second drink, then slid out her dress as though about to take a dip. She could feel the eyes on her as her body was bared in its minute covering.
She paused a moment and then felt the second drink hit.
"Here comes my courage," she murmured to herself and started walking.
She was a little high but that was all right. She would need it.
Roger glanced up at her and frowned.
"It's you, is it?"
"Roger, I need to talk to you," she said softly, her eyes going to his face. "I'll bet you do."
"Please."
"Look, Lisa, it's no deal. You'll get nothing out of me so you might as well go back to Reno."
"But-"
Tears filled her eyes and she turned away, blinking.
"Please, Roger," she said, turning back. "It's important. I found out something about the business deal, the sale of the business."
"I'll bet you did," he snarled, "from Gus Holcomb last night." That did it.
"All right," she said, winching as though from a blow. Anger was rushing through her now. She grabbed a drink as a waiter passed and trained it. "I did my best. Now you're on your own."
The bomb exploded in her stomach and suddenly she was drunk.
"Good, she murmured defiantly. "That's the way I want to be."
And she turned then, walked past Roger and dove into the pool.
She was furious still and splashed drunkenly about, thinking of someway to her fury on him. She hadn't been able to save him, she'd taken his insults but that was all she could stand.
And she swam and splashed and let the water wash away the tears that were at least partially rage now. She would show him.
It was the glimpse of Marion and Gus and Lance laughing at the table that finally gave her the idea.
She would have her revenge. If Roger thought shock the whole bunch.
She would have her revenge. If Roger thought she was cheap, she would be that way.
At the edge of the pool, she paused a moment. The lights were directly on her and her shimmering hair would catch them.
Reaching back, she undid the knot of her strapless halter almost completely so that just a wriggle of her shoulders would free it.
Then she grasped the ladder and climbed out. The splash of water, drew eyes, and as she reached the edge of the pool, she gave her shoulders a shake and the halter fell away.
The golden light glittered on her high full breasts. She felt an ache of pleasure as all eyes swung to her and gasp up to the crowd. Roger turned too and her eyes met his defiantly.
And head up, she began to walk, directly to the table where Lance, Marion and Gus were sitting.
And suddenly the anger in her was replaced by hunger, the driving need to have her body reassured.
She grabbed a drink off the table, drained it and then looked down into the staring eyes.
She gave her breasts a heavy shake so the white flesh wriggled.
"Let's have some fun," she murmured.
ELEVEN
The three of them stared up at her, none of them able to take his eyes off the full white globes of her breasts as they shimmered in the soft lights, the nipples aroused by the cold, taut now, little tiny beckoning points of desire.
Lance let his gaze move up to her eyes.
"What did you have in mind?"
Lisa shrugged and picked up a drink off the table. With a quick toss she drained it off. It exploded in her and suddenly she was drunk.
"You name it. I'm game," she said and raised both hands to' stroke her breasts.
The three of them exchanged interested glances and then each nodded perceptibly.
"All right, my dear," Lance said, rising, "but don't you think it would be better if we went inside?"
Lisa nodded sagely.
"Right."
They had already drawn too much attention here. Around them, there was almost complete silence as people stared.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa noticed that Roger too was watching , his face dark with anger. Just as he seemed to come to a decision, and had started across the yard toward them. Gus whipped off his coat flung it around Lisa and the four of them, under his leadership, started across the yard toward the big house.
"Let's find a nice quiet room," he said.
"Right," Lisa murmured. She had to hold onto him as the ground kept getting away from her. But she didn't care. She was drunk and she was with people that wanted to fuck her and she would show Roger once and for all.
Marion had moved around to the other side of her and she felt now the warmth of those heavy, maternal breasts against her arm and was comforted by them even as desire kindled in her.
"Sit good?" she asked quizzically.
"Of course it's going to be good, darling," Marion murmured.
"That's what I think."
They entered the house and went up a wide staircase and then pushed open the first door they came to. It was a bedroom with a huge oversize bed in it.
"Just what we want," Lance said. "They'll be partying for house so I don't think we'll be bothered at all."
He turned back to the door and clicked it.
"But just in case," he added.
"Right. Just in case," Lisa mumbled and walked past them over to the bed. There was a decanter on a little stand next to it.
"Once more," she murmured. Pouring a drink, she bombed it down and this time her head sailed off into distant space. It seemed to her that there was an infinity of time and then she was back but it was all different now. She seemed to see it through a haze, part of it but not part of it.
She looked at them. They were all watching.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yes," they chorused.
"Then come on."
She reached down and grasped the little bikini panties and slid them down over her hips.
They were watching. She felt their eyes on her and was excited. Though the dim haze of alcohol, desire was burning in her now.
"Come and get me," she muttered.
And she slid the panties off and flung them away.
Then she stood there with hands on her hips, facing them, as they moved toward her, their eyes now on the dark bush between her parted thighs.
She let them stare and just before they reached her, she turned and thrust heavy buttocks out to their entranced gaze.
Then as they reached her, she let herself go and fell back across the bed, legs open, the pink lips of her tiny cunt glowing at them through the tangle of gold-brown hair.
"Do anything you want," she invited. "It's free."
Marion smiled at her. She was wearing a short black evening gown with a low bodice. In a single move, she reached up and unzipped the side and slid it down over her hips. She had a tiny bra on and nothing else. She turned her back to Lance who undid the bra 'and then those magnificent breasts were free. Lisa's drunken eyes were on her dark bush now and desire suddenly rushed through her.
"Might as well start somewhere," she mumbled. "Why don't you keep me warm while the boys get undressed?"
Marion smiled and dropped down beside her and drew her up against the heavy breasts.
There was no reluctance now. Lisa tongued a nipple sucking greedily and wrapped her arms around the heavy, warm body, stroking it. Marion's hands moved lightly over her breasts and then dropped down to the thighs, which she thrust open.
Lisa felt the warmth of contact against her moist labia and a thrill of pleasure went through her. She squirmed against the hand.
Somewhere the men were watching. This did not detract from the pleasure. In fact, drunk as she was, Lisa drew a secret thrill from it.
She gave herself with an abandon that was increased by the viewers.
Marion's fingers dove between her legs and she spread herself wide and arched up to the groping hand, feeling it tangle a moment in the wiry hairs and then plunge deep into the moist labia, spreading them and probing deep.
A warm glow flooded her belly and then she was moaning a soft accompaniment to the motion of the thrusting fingers.
"Oh, more."
Marion's heavy breast was against her mouth. She reached around the full body and teased heavy buttocks till she felt a shudder of pleasure run through the heavy body.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded.
And grasping the dark head as she broke away, she thrust it down between her legs.
For a moment, Marion resisted and then Lisa felt soft lips touched her and moaned with pleasure. The probing fingers came out to spread the lips and then she felt the soft succulence of the full mouth in that most intimate part of her.
Drums rolled through her body and then she was sailing off once more in drunken ecstasy, her body abandoned to the thrill of these deviant caresses.
Somewhere, on her slow return, she heard other voices and opened her eyes to see Lance and Gus stripping off their clothes, their eyes mad with desire.
"That's enough watching," Lance grated, savage hunger in his voice. "We want a piece of the action now."
They were both nude and Lisa saw with a thrill almost like horror, that Gus's big prong was even larger than she remembered.
The air pulsed with a savage driving hunger and alarm went through her.
Had she really started this? Did she really want it?
She had a strange feeling that anything could happen now.
Terror lurked beneath the surface of her drunkenness at the monster she had unleashed.
But there was no stopping it now. One moment, they were poised at the end of the bed and then they were in the bed with her.
"Move over, Baby," Lance grated to Marion. Marion moved back and Lisa could feel her watching as Lance laid her back and his mouth closer over hers, his hands groping for her and pummeling her breasts. At the same time, she felt Gus's hands down lower, teasing her spread lips and then plunging in.
And it was all getting blurred. She was very drunk. But what was real was the desire that kindled and rekindled in her as the hands probed and pummeled. She wanted them, all of them.
"Turn her over," Gus grated.
She would have done it herself but did not have that much command of her muscles.
A shier went through her as she felt the eyes on her full buttocks, felt the goose pimples rise. Desire flooded her as hands started at the shoulders, teasing their way down her back till they reached the tiny cleft at the top of the buttocks.
Then the cleft was parted and fingers teased and explored and once more her mind exploded in desire.
She went sailing off into deepest space, a mad, dark flight and when she returned, fingers had plummeted into her and her mouth was being probed by a heavy cock and she wanted it there, wanted them everywhere, all of them in her at once.
But she couldn't help them. She was too numb.
She could barely move.
And somewhere was the panicked feeling that all this was getting out of hand, that something bad could happen to her but she couldn't stop now.
"Fuck me, she moaned, "all of you."
"Don't worry, baby. It's going to happen," Lance grated in her ear. "And then he muttered to Gus, "Here's what we'll do."
She didn't understand it because her mind was racing off again.
And when she came back, it was to a changed scene.
They had put Gus on his back and her straddling him, his heavy joint thrusting skyward.
"Get on it," Lance commanded, lifting her almost bodily.
With his help she lowered herself down to the waiting member and felt the painful thrust as moist labia were stretched almost to the breaking point.
But desire was in control. She began to move even as her mind sailed off.
"But where's Lance-and Marion," she wondered.
This time, coming back, she felt a painful thrust behind and new, virgin flesh suddenly yielded with a sharp agony.
"Oh no!"
But then the pain turned to a dark pleasure and they were moving as she moved on Gus and now it was a dark quest for some mad peak of climax as Marion knelt beside her, stroking her breasts and grasping Lisa's hand to run it over her dark moist cunt, back and forth, back and forth. She was finishing herself also.
"It was madness," something in her kept insisting.
They couldn't possibly do this.
But then when she came back, the peak was closer and she was mad for it, Lance breathing hot on her neck and the pain there driving in lancing waves that turned at once to desire in her. And she was gyrating madly on Gus's heavy cock, driven by the momentum of Lance's thrust while Marion's hands coaxed breast and belly to new peaks of mad lust.
"They'll hurt me," she thought, but this did not keep her from moving in a mad desire to capture the climax.
"Hurry," she moaned softly.
And then she blanked again and was out where the stars were.
And when she came back, it was all a mad churning. Bodies flailed bodies in a driving effort to climax.
And then suddenly it was there. It was a mad jolt behind followed by a driving thrust from below and suddenly they were both releasing into her at once.
"Ohhhhh!"
A scream broke from her as they swelled to bursting in her and then her own climax started, as at the same moment, she felt Marion stiffen with a moan beneath her hand.
It was madness. The whole room seemed to spin with mad desire as she was jolted by the several climaxes all at once.
Hot sperm burnt into her in what seemed a continuing stream.
Jolt after jolt till she was exhausted, spent herself.
And still it went on.
She blanked again, grateful that it was over, her whole body longing now for the peace of utter oblivion. She was glad, glad to rest and forget.
But when she came back, it had started again.
"Noo!" she pleaded, frightened now.
But Lance grasped her head now. His eyes were dark and glittering with hunger.
"Relax, baby, we're just starting."
He thrust a glass between her lips and held it there.
Hot liquid spilled into her mouth and she swallowed convulsively and fire burnt through her. She blanked a minute and when she returned, Lance was over her and driving into her while Marion and Gus watched, eyes glittering.
It was completely out of hand now. There was madness in the room.
"Please," she moaned.
But there was no stopping them. As Lance drove into her, she felt another driving thrust against her mouth and Gus was in her also. She blanked and was glad that she did.
When she came back, she was certain that it was over.
They had done their worst. Her body ached. She felt nausea churning through her.
But at least it was done.
And then Lance and Gus switched places.
And this time she fainted just as the heavy cock entered her anus, burning as though it had been torn.
She screamed and then blacked out. And seconds later, she came back and he was still on her and still fucking.
Somewhere in the distance, she felt Marion's eyes watching, glittering darkly.
"How can they do this?" she asked herself.
But somewhere she knew that she had started it herself.
"But all I wanted to do was help Roger." Pain racked her and her body spasmed as Gus stiffened and his hot jets burnt into her. "Please," she moaned.
And he fell away and she blanked and then she came back. "Noooo," she moaned. They were starting again. Terror filled her.
"They'll kill me," she thought. She wondered if her body were already torn.
Marion was over her and lowering herself down onto her.
Lisa forced her eyes open and saw that she had a heavy dildo strapped around her. Her eyes were hot with fever.
It was huge. It hurt.
"Nooo."
But there was no stopping them. She wondered if she would last.
And then, when she was sure she couldn't take no more, there was a knock on the door and Roger's voice sounded.
"Open up."
They stiffened but no one moved. "Open up," I said.
There was another rattle and then a key was inserted and Roger flung the door open.
Lisa forced herself up as Marion fell away from her.
Roger stared at the scene, his face white. "All right," he said quietly, "everybody out." There wasn't a sound.
The three of them got their things and began scrambling into them.
"She asked for it, Roger," Lance said. "She wanted it"
"So when she didn't want anymore, you stopped, right?" Roger grated. "Well-ll-ll."
"Out."
He was holding onto his temper now and none of them dared carry it further.
The three of them dressed quickly and went out without another word.
Lisa blanked and came back and a cool rag was being run over her face and body.
"Thank you," she murmured brokenly.
Roger was silent
The rag moved over her and she could feel him examining her for injuries.
Finally he straightened up. For a moment his eyes shone with relieve, and then they went cold. "How do you feel."
"Bad."
Tears filled her eyes.
"Well, you're all right," he said coldly. "Roger, I'm-I'm sorry."
"You don't owe me an apology," he said coldly. "I do."
"You don't owe me anything. Rest here till you feel better and then I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." With that he turned on his heel and went out leaving Lisa to her cold, broken grief.
TWELVE
It was all over. She knew it. She rested till she was conscious and the worst of the drunkenness was passed. Then she put on a wraparound and called a cab and went home.
Roger had not reappeared. She knew that he would never reappear as far as she was concerned.
So what did it leave?
She didn't know and she was too far gone to think. Everything was gone. She was utterly desolated and she felt dirty.
The cab pulled up in front of the apartment house and she stumbled out and went up the stairs to the apartment, patted wearily through the living room and to the bedroom where she flung off the dress and ran a tub full of water.
She fell asleep again twice while he tub was filling, but finally managed to get in and wash the filth of them from her. It was better but somewhere she wondered if she would ever be clean again.
It didn't matter. She had had her revenge on Roger and now he was gone.
She finished her bath and fell into bed.
And that was the last she remembered till her doorbell. jarred into her consciousness. She stirred dropped off again, fighting consciousness, but the ringing persisted.
Finally, only half-awake, she stumbled to the door, dread filling her. Who could it be? She couldn't have stood the sight of Gus or Lance or Marion? Roger then.
He would never come.
"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's me, hon," Jed's voice called calmly.
"Oh, Jed!"
She flung the door open and fell into his arms sobbing.
"Hey, take it easy."
"Oh, I can't."
The grief welled up in her and flooded out onto his shoulder.
Finally she calmed and Jed moved back.
"That's a fine way for my principal conspirator to act on the eve of her greatest scene," he said.
"What do you mean?" Lisa asked sniffing.
"I mean we've got an hour to get over to the office and stop that contract from being signed."
New grief came. "Oh, Jed, it won't do any good."
"I take it you talked to Roger." She nodded.
"He wouldn't even listen to me."
Jed eyed her sagely, "So then what happened?"
She could tell by the look in his eyes that he had just about guess, so finally, shamefacedly, she told him all of it.
"And he walked right in on you."
Lisa nodded.
"Well, it serves him right," Jed said calmly. "He had all the chances he needed."
"He was pretty mad," Lisa said. Jed grinned.
"I don't see why-if he doesn't care anything about you."
Hope rose, then fled in Lisa.
"Even if he did, he could never forgive me."
"Well, we'll see about that. You still want to stop that sale?"
Lisa thought a moment, then nodded. It was the least she could do. Then she would be free.
"Well, get your clothes on and let's go."
"Do you think we can do it?"
Jed grinned.
"I know we can do it."
"But how?"
"Get dressed, I said. My car's downstairs. We can talk on the way."
Lisa went back into the bedroom, dressed quickly, and then came out.
"Are you going to tell me?"
Jed grabbed her hand and hurried her out of the apartment and down to the car. "Our time's running out," he said. "But-"
He pushed her into the car and ran around to the other side, got in and gunned the motor.
Now there wasn't time for talk, just the swift drive to the office.
"Just stop with me and agree with what I say," Jed told her.
"All right."
They went in, up the elevator and came out at the office.
Roger's door was closed but Jed banged on it till it opened.
"Oh, Jed," Roger said. "What are you doing here? I don't need you for this."
The others-Lance, Gus, and Marion were standing by the desk. Lisa felt herself blushing but held her head high.
"I'm not here on your behalf," Jed said loudly, making sure his voice carried to the others. "I'm here representing your wife."
"What do you mean?" Roger demanded.
"Yeh, what's going on?" Gus asked.
"Nothing much," Jed said," except that Lisa Langley is Roger's legal wife and there has been no divorce and no settlement as yet."
"Well, that's no skin off our nose," Gus said. "Our deal is with Roger."
"Wait a minute," Lance said.
"Yes," Jed agreed, "wait a minute. Are you familiar with the laws regarding community property in this state, Mr. Holcomb?"
"This is ridiculous," Roger said. "I am not this woman's husband and whatever I do is none of her business."
Lisa blushed again.
Lance gazed at her guiltily. Then he smiled.
"My offer still holds," he said.
Lisa eyed him coldly.
"What offer?" Roger demanded.
"Marriage," Lance said.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," Roger said. "Let's get the papers signed and get out of here."
"But you can't," Jed interposed. "It wouldn't be legal."
"But..."
Roger's face was white with rage. Gus was frowning.
"Until some settlement has been made," Jed went on calmly, "half of this business belongs to Mrs. Langley and she is not interested in selling."
He turned to Lisa.
"That's right," Lisa said firmly.
"But you can't do this."
It was Lance protesting now.
"It's done," Jed said. Turning to Gus, he asked, "Would you be interested in signing now and making a payment on the strength of the contract before you?"
Gus shook his head.
"I'll have to talk to my lawyer before I do anything."
"But Gus-"
Gus was gathering up his things now in preparation to leave. "Gus-"
Lance followed him out into the hall and then a moment later came back, head down, his face knit and glowering.
"Well, that's killed," he said.
"It's just as well," Jed told him.
"What do you mean?"
"There's a certain kind of conclusion that might have been proved," Jed said calmly. Lance blushed and looked away. Roger stared at him. "What do you mean?" Jed turned back to Lisa.
"Honey, this is man's business from here on out. Why don't you go home and get some rest and I'll finish up here?"
"All right."
She turned. Roger hadn't looked at her. He probably never would again.
It was over. She had done what she had to do and now it was time to leave.
She went outside, called a cab, from the secretary's desk, and went back to the apartment.
THIRTEEN
It was over. It didn't even hurt now. She was just numb.
There wasn't any point in resting. She might as well get packed. There would be a plane that evening and she could be on it for Reno.
She had done what she had to do.
Wearily, she moved about the little bedroom, opening up drawers, throwing things into the suitcase open on the bed.
It had been nice and not so nice but it was done. Whatever message she had for Roger, she could give to Jed.
The bell rang. That was him now. Wearily, she walked through the room and opened the front door. "Roger!"
He smiled at her tenderly. "Can a fool come in and make an apology?" She didn't know what to say but stood back and he came in.
Her heart felt suddenly so full that she could have choked on it.
Roger cleared his throat suddenly embarrassed.
"Jed told me," he said, "about the deal. Lance and I are breaking off."
"That's good," she said.
"And he told me it was your information, your determination that saved the day for me." Lisa was silent.
"Lisa, I was wrong. I thought you were trying to get money. Then I knew Lance had proposed and I saw that I had been right in loving you from the beginning."
Lisa stared at him, her eyes soft suddenly.
"From the beginning?" she asked.
"Yes, Oh, I fought it, I know. But I had to, I thought."
"But, last night?"
"Last night was something I earned," Roger said, "for not listening to my heart. Lisa, I came to ask you to stay married to me."
Lisa's eyes were misty.
"Will you?"
"Of course," she said.
And suddenly she was in his arms and it was all all right now.
His lips descended and suddenly she was wanting him in spite of her weariness.
"Let's celebrate," he said softly.
"Oh yes."
He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom and undressed her tenderly.
Her body shone up at him, ready and glistening and he eyed it as though he had never seen a woman before.
"It's beautiful," he said.
"It's yours, darling."
He stripped away his clothes and his lean young body shone in the light, it's heavy cock ready for action.
Lisa lay down on the bed and he knelt beside her, his hands nimble and alive in her. "You're wonderful."
His lips came down on hers and now Lisa knew that it had been worth it.
Their bodies joined in moments, finding naturally that rhythm they had found that first night.
It was good. It was good and clean, the way it should be.
"It was good, wasn't it?" she asked shyly. "Yes, and you know the best part, don't you?" Roger asked, drawing her close. "What?" she asked.
"It's forever too," he murmured, his mouth closing down once more in a final kiss.
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"THE BASEMENT"
ONE
Wendy Adams was being introduced to the sort of person she would have thought would be the last type in the world for the wealthy well-do Martin Dale to associate with. She had been taken by the silent old fellow to a small ill-kempt basement club that had several odd looking customers standing around. The greasy individual by the name of Satcho had been overwhelmed with delight at having such a pretty woman brought to him and after a few drinks in the main room which were served at the club the foreigner took his two guest through a passage at the rear of the club and into another basement which was even less respectable as regards lighting and cleanness than the club itself.
At a small table the three of them sat down to have a meal served to them by a dirty looking waiter who by his dark tanned face and dark side whiskered hair appeared to be a Spaniard. Quite openly Satcho slipped two small white pills into the drink he handed to Wendy.
"Make a charming young lady feel good..." he smirked at her in answer to her puzzled expression.
Half way through the meal the strong drug certainly did begin to make the pretty lady feel good! Wendy had never felt quite like she did now ... her inside seemed to be on fire and she had an overwhelming desire to reach under the table and fondle the genitals of both the men, old Dale and the greasy Spaniard Satcho.
Another ten minutes and Wendy felt hot, not only inside but outside. She was restless and welcomed the eager hands of the waiter when he came behind her and began to loosen her blouse until he was able to draw it down her shoulders. She felt a bit better now, a little cooler. She resisted for a moment when the hands returned to her to unfasten the clip of her bra and ease the thin shoulder straps of the garment down so that the cups fell forward to reveal her large beautiful globes.
She felt thrilled at the way the dark eyes of Satcho lit up as he gazed at her exposed breasts. She felt the arm of old Dale slide round her bare shoulders when the Spaniard bent towards her and got his mouth over one of her nipples. Old Dale need not have worried, in the mood she was in now with those pills doing their evil work, she welcomed the attention of her aching buds and she did not try to pull back away from the foreigner's mouth.
The Spaniard looked up into her face as he lifted his mouth off the very red swollen nipple:
"Lovely lady like?" he sort of wheezed at her.
Wendy nodded. Yes, she did like, she liked very much and the expression on her face told the grinning man just that.
Wendy was startled when the Spaniard suddenly clapped his hands loudly. From a door across the small room came another foreign looking tanned man. By the look of him he too was a Spaniard, he was older than Satcho and he was NAKED!
He stood for a moment to let the startled young woman look at him. He had a fat stomach, a real prominent paunch that must have stood out from his body about a foot. Under the swell of his stomach his erect tool could be seen, a fat long affair with the most bulbous head that Wendy had ever imagined.
Beneath it swung a pair of testicles that would have done credit to a bull. He moved nearer to the table and then before Wendy could stop him he got his mouth to hers and was giving her as hard and passionate a kiss as she could wish for. It made her want to vomit, this thick moist mouth on her parted lips, his thick tongue probing into her mouth forcibly.
How sick she felt ... and yet she was kissing him back. She was responding to his passion in his mouth. She thought of her healthy well dressed quite good looking husband. She thought of the wealthy and well preserved old Martin Dale, and here she was kissing and being kissed by a filthy greasy old Spnaniard. How low could she sink? And yet she was enjoying the sensation of letting herself be so degraded. She had the urge she could not control to touch that fierce throbbing weaving penis that was so close to her as the old Spaniard kissed her.
The pills were really warming the young woman up now and she hardly resisted at all when she was lifted bodily by the waiter and Satcho and stripped of her clothes except her nylons and shoes and suspender girdle. Down on to a dirty but soft and thick mattress she was placed and the naked man was on top of her. Satcho was kneeling by her side and somewhere hovering near by was the excited figure of Martin Dale. , Wendy gasped. The thick hot penis head of that great prick was being rammed against her gash. She looked down and saw that the naked Spaniard was holding the great fat barrel with both his hands, guiding it, pushing it, thrusting and jerking from side to side he was trying to insert the obscenely oversized penis into her randy but normal sized cunt.
Wendy was panting, what a long time it was taking this horrid man to get his great prick even into the gripping circle of her outer cunt lips. Once through the outer ring he was twisting his lips thrusting his thighs and loins and then whoosshh ... the thick throbbing organ sank into her, causing her to groan and then to squeal with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure.
Satcho was getting hold of her nipples and working them roughly and quickly from side to side, forcing them to meet across the front of her writhing body! Slowly that great hot pulsating length of flesh was drawn outwards ... then ... whaaammm again it sank right deeply into her guts.
Back ... and then in hard again ... never had she known such a fierce full penetration, or a penis with such force behind it. The terrific withdrawing and then the whooshing into her belly became regular, rhythmic and fast ... very fast ... and now it was even faster and Wendy was in her own heaven, her own paradise. A million waves of sheer joy and ecstasy raced through her veins ... she was opening out inside like a flower in the first rays of welcome sun, no man had made her respond as this old hefty-prick Spaniard was doing now.
Each time the mighty shaft withdrew she felt crazed in case it was being taken right out of her. Then as the fat rod thrust wildly inwards again to fill her and make her very core expand a bevy of pleasure-spasms drove her wild with utter desire. With Satcho greedily tugging at her tits, and the hot hard prick fucking her with relentless urgency she was brought to her orgasm in a flurried writhing movement, the like of which her body had never performed before. And then too the naked fat Spaniard was coming ... Wendy felt she was being injected and filled with hot burning oil ... she quivered like a person under severe shock ... it felt as though a very vital part of her inwards was being eaten away by that spurting hot and sticky liquid. Her belly was turned into a tight knot. Her lovely legs, still encased in the nylons, went taut and seemed to cramp into their position of obscene stiffness.
She was in a trance as her wrists were taken gently and her hands guided to those huge balls that had been swaying and ganging against her crotch. Her fingers embraced the hairy sac, she had not realized a man could have such large testicles. These, as she fingered them lovingly, seemed like table tennis balls, and she derived lustful pleasure from rubbing them and squeezing them.
Under the weight of the exhausted old Spaniard she lay panting ... so this was what fucking was really all about ... this was the REAL thing ... the REAL ecstasy...
Wendy lay on that filthy mattress panting and groaning softly. Her mind was numb, she could not think, only that sensation of the paradise of her orgasm filled her brain. She must have gone into the land of sleep for when she became aware of anything again she saw the naked big-cocked man had gone from the room. There was no sign either of Martin Dale ... just her and Satcho, and the greasy eager man was bending over her, kissing avidly at her naked breasts and then down to her belly and her navel.
Then, for a man his size, he showed great strength. Picking her up he got her to the table which had now been cleared and bent her back over it. He got her nylon sheathed ankles and lifted them so that her shapely legs were high up on his shoulders. Reaching down to a drawer in the table he got it open enough to slide his hand in and draw out a length of glossy leathery looking cording. It must have been about ten feet in length, it kept on coming out of the drawer as he tugged at its end, and Wendy, who was watching him with wide open eyes saw that about every six inches or so along the cording a knot was tied. At the very end a round domed rubbery stopper was attached and while Wendy watched him, not believing what she saw, he maneuvered the rubber stopped into her cunt and with a deft movement of all his fingers he pushed, coaxed, cajoled and gradually inserted all that glossy leathery cording up into her bloated vagina!
Wendy was sobbing and gasping. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable. She felt she was a turkey being stuffed ready for the oven. She was filled and stretched in the most sensitive parts.
But a more excruciatingly sweet agony was yet to come. Satcho had his prick out and was guiding it up into her over-filled and stretched cunt. The young woman sobbed and writhed and squirmed so violently under the throes of this intercourse that she nearly unseated him. Even with that tremendous cock of the naked fat Spaniard inside her she had not felt quite so bloated and filled as she did now. The sensation defied description ... the lust crazed expression on her face had to be seen to be believed. Her lips quivered, her nose even twitched in her arousement and her eyes flickered with a speed that might have denoted she was having a long continuous orgasm.
Suddenly the excited Satcho reached the culmination of his exertions. He withdrew rapidly and while Wendy was still writhing in the throes of her own climax he slowly, very slowly drew out the glossy leather cord. Each knot as it rubbed and massaged along her alive tissues in her cunt sent throbbing spasms of pleasure through her entire body.
"Eoooeeooo ... no ... no ... eoowww ... I can't ... oooeegraa ... stand it! Owas aammoo...
Oh no ... no ... no ... no...!
The young woman was undulating like a demented thing. Each hard knot in the leather caused her to continue the ejaculation of her feminine juice ... it was a fantastic sensation for her an entirely new and wonderful experience.
TWO
After her visit to the establishment of the Spaniard Satcho it was not surprising that Wendy found her more normal sexual relations with her husband, Alan, far from satisfying. It was on his very next business trip up North, when he would be away for about a week, that she made her way again to the basement above of the Spaniard.
He was delighted to see her, and not in the least surprised.
"You have come to visit me in order that I find for you another paradise, my charming woman?" he whined at her, "come with me ... come with me. . . "
Back in the room where she had first experienced such erotic pleasure, Wendy was given a long drink of a strange tasting concoction.
"This will make you feel good very, very good!" the grinning Spaniard muttered as she allowed him to seat her down on that mattress and refill her glass when she had swallowed the first sweet stickly glass full. Slowly she felt herself going into a forced sleep. She tried to fight against the feel that she had to close her eyes, but by the times she had swallowed half of the third glass-full of the drink she was away ... away in an erotic world of her own.
Her first impression was that she was in a crimson fog. The haze was everywhere and she could not move and see. Then as her imagination began to see it was the most horrid ugly unreal creatures that roamed in front of her drugged mind. The strange unearthly creatures were getting nearer to her, touching her. A thick horrid tasting mouth was on her mouth, a thick vile wet tongue thrusting into her throat. Time and time again she felt an intrusion into her body between her legs ... Without over having an orgasm herself she felt she was being raped and raped and raped. And then she slowly began to regain her senses. Through the thick cloud of crimson haze she saw the ugly face of Satcho. He was grinning at her, patting her face.
"Have a good trip, my dear?" he was saying as he chuckled and taking a piece of black velvet cloth he wrapped it around her eyes, making a secure and efficient blindfold.
She heard him drag a small whicker basket which she had noticed in the corner of the room, close to the mattress. Several pairs of hands grabbed her, unheard and certainly unseen, two companions of Satcho had come into the room and while her hands were held her panties were dragged down her legs and hot hands gripped her ankles to keep her legs well apart. She heard the lid of the whicker basket being undone, a swishy sound and a low hissing, and terror stricken she realized what that basket had contained it was a snake!
She screamed as she felt the warm ultra smooth skin of the reptile touching the insides of her thighs above her stocking tops. But the scream turned to an incredible moan of pleasure as the wriggling moist feeling slithery snake was inserted and coaxed up into her cunt!
For a brief moment she struggled with such ferocity it took the men all their time to hold and restrain her. But suddenly her screams changed to low sobbing ... a feeling of the most ecstatic rapture began to overtake her senses as more and more of the reptile's body was writhed up into her vagina. She began to undulate her hips, to toss and writhe her belly and from her lips came the sounds of gasps of uncontrolled sexual joy.
The snake was anxious now to escape from the warm imprisoning of her cunt walls and the more it strove to twist and get out the more it thrilled and aroused the completely lust crazed young woman. The thought of what was being done to her made her sick and filled her with revulsion, and yet the sexual stimulation from the cunted reptile was too great for her not to want to give in completely to the sensation. The intense and wild spasms of pleasure that the snake gave her were too strong for any woman to resist. She began to experience an obscene love for that wretched wriggling snake in her pussy and her convulsions were of the frantic type that she never normally reached in love-making with a man. She was completely abandoned to the lust this obscene act was creating. When her climax quickly welled up she experienced a long vibrant come that she would remember to the end of her life, and an experience she would want to relive over and over again, if not in her body at least in her mind.
The snake was further inserted when it was seen she was having her orgasm, as the added wet lubrication made it easier for them to ease the reptile deeper into her. Satcho got his mouth to her gasping mouth and gave a very good imitation of a snake's writhing with his tongue in her throat so that she felt she was having two reptiles at the same time.
She must have climaxed at least five times before the snake was drawn out of her well oiled cunt. Immediately Satcho was on her, his throbbing prick gouging into her. With her arms and legs wrapped round him the young wife and her new Spanish master humped and humped together. Her wild contortions soon caused him' to spunk in her and without a pause she was taken by one of his helpers. The way she responded and then reacted as soon as this second man reached his climax in her was indication that she was being turned into an insatiable nymphomaniac. The third men took her willing body and when he had finished she looked around quite greedily to see if any more males were waiting for her pleasure.
A grinning and exhausted Satcho retrieved the snake from the basket and this time Wendy herself dragged her cunt brutally wide open to accept the writhing head of the willing serpent. It was unbelievable the amount of the wriggling reptile she accepted in her vagina before she elapsed it by its tale and closed her thighs hard on it. Now she lay back to allow the wriggling snake to bring her to a series of spine shaking orgasms until she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
THREE
As soon as Alan was back in town he had a phone call from Guy Westow, one of his firm's very wealthy and influential connections. It was arranged that with Grace Westow, Alan and Wendy should make up a foursome for an evening's entertainment. Wendy was all for another night out and hoped it would be as wild as the ones she had been enjoying with old Martin Dale. She had met Grace Westow a few times at the business dinners and functions they both attended with their husbands and she like her. She was an attractive, well preserved woman whom Wendy knew a lot of younger men still found desirable. Ever since Guy Westow had refused her invitation once to come in for a quick drink when he had driven her home from the Dale's house, Wendy had been wondering if she would ever get the chance to offer herself to him again. This foursome and the evening out may be the answer...
After a few calls at the more respectable type of bars and clubs Guy Westow escorted his little party to a very private establishment where the members were strictly vetted. It took him several minutes getting the O.K. through from a head man for him to take his three companions into the inner sanctum, even though one of them was his wife.
Wendy saw that they were in a very nicely decorated bar. A glass topped counter at one end was a well stocked cocktail bar and around the walls several tables were placed. Most of the tables were already occupied, but Guy managed to find one vacant and they settled themselves down. A waiter brought them tall glasses filled with a fluid that proved to be fiery and tasty and Guy signalled that they were soon ready to have their glasses refilled.
Alan saw that Wendy had settled herself in a chair next to Guy. She moved it naughtily as close to the older man's chair as she could, and while she was drinking the second concoction Alan saw his wife place her hand on the lap of the older man.
Meanwhile, of course, Grace Westow had moved closer to him, and now that a soft sensual oriental type of music was filling the very humid room the foursome began to relax and prepare to enjoy themselves and let down their hair. From what had been a happy carefree group it now became two separate entities, not a foursome so much as two couples the elderly Guy Westow with the lovely Wendy Adams, and Alan Adams with the very attractive older woman.
The sound of the music increased and with more refilling of their tall glasses the atmosphere seemed to get hotter and more close. Alan saw that Guy had his arm around Wendy, his large hand gently caressing the swell of her breast. Alan wanted to make some sort of similar show towards Grace he knew she would not be unwilling. So his arm slid round her. At once she leant closer towards him, letting her madeup cheek brush against his chin and making it easy for him to implant a pecking kiss on her face.
Out of the corner of his eye Alan saw that his wife was showing herself very willing to accept the rather passionate kiss of Guy. Alan also saw that she had her hand buried down into his lap and he wondered if she was going to show herself so blatantly naughty as to unzip his trousers in public!
Now that the music was really loud and extremely sexy sounding in that slow Oriental fashion, several of the couples had moved onto the floor to go through the motions of dancing. When Alan saw Guy whisper something to Wendy and then she stood up he thought she had been invited to dance. But this was not quite the case. Wendy had been invited not to dance but to sit on the old fellow's lap. Alan watched her settle herself down as she climbed onto his lap. She was writhing her bottom from side to side and the smiling Guy was fondling the front of her dress.
The nearness of the lovely Mrs. Grace Westow, the exotic perfume, the body odor, the sheer femininity of her body near him had made Alan excited too. Watching his wife be petted by Guy had also helped him to become very anxiously randy and now he felt the long fingers of Mrs. Westow gripping his erection through his trousers! She turned to speak to her husband: "Is this the place Guy where you take a room from the fat woman you told me about?"
"Yes dear," Guy replied, both his hands being up under Wendy's dress and obviously feeling the tops of her broad thighs, "why don't you take your young man to one of them you'll find the fat woman through that door over there" and he nodded towards a door covered by a thick black velvet curtain.
Taking Alan by the hand Grace led him through the door. As he took a last glance back at his wife he saw that Wendy was not even watching him depart with Grace Westow, she was too busy with her hands in old Guy's lap and her mouth was glued to his mouth in a hot firing kiss.
They found the fat woman at a small table in the hall on the other side of the velvet draped door. A few murmured words between the two women and to Alan's surprise he saw Mrs. Westow take a five from her bag and hand it to the woman, who at once snaggled it up and thrust it down the front of her bodice. Her fat hand waved towards a door at the far end of the dimly lit hallway behind where she sat.
"In there, dearie," she croaked, "I'll see you ain't disturbed lovie."
They found the room was furnished with only the obvious requirements a bed and a chair on which to lay their clothes. Alan watched Grace as she unzipped her very smart and expensive gown and let it fall to her feet. She stepped out of it and carefully picked it up and placed it over the chair.
"There Alan," she whispered, smiling coyly at him, "you have a good look at me ... see if you like what you can see through my undies, darling."
Alan knew enough about feminine attire to know that everything this very shapely and attractive woman had on was the very best and very expensive. The pale pink bra, so wispy and lacey with the transparent tip to the cups showed off her encased firm nipples to perfection. The matching pale pink panties with the contrasting pale blue lacey edging were completely transparent, made of the finest see through fabric. In a moment he had her in his arms:
"Oh your lovely ... lovely," he mumbled, "Mrs. Westow..."
She raised one hand and tweaked his chin, looking directly into his eyes she smiled:
"I like to hear you showing such respect dear, you must always call me Mrs. Westow. I like to hear you say the Mrs. part ... never, never call me Grace, will you dear?"
"Not if you don't want me to..." he replied as his mouth found her well lip stick painted lips, eager and willing to give themselves to him. Her fists gripped his well muscled butt as she dragged herself close to him and their kiss developed into a test of twining twisting tongue.
When their mouths unfused for a moment she smiled at him:
"You can kiss well, darling, does it thrill you to know your wife is being kissed by my husband right at this moment?"
Alan nodded. To tell the truth such a though did thrill him it thrilled him very much and so did what Mrs. Westow was doing now ... for she was unzipping his flies and her warm hand was clutching at his throbbing manhood.
"We are quite safe in here, dear," she murmured as she fondled his erection, "take off your suit and things for me ... come on Alan do what Mrs. Westow wants you to..."
It did not take him long to get out of his suit and shirt. When he slipped his vest and pants from him he was pleased at the sigh of admiration that came from his watching companion.
"Ah ... just as I thought ... you are extremely well hung ... I knew it..."
She lay down on the bed, twisting over to lay on her tummy, looking round at him she smiled and murmured softly:
"Massage my back darling, Mrs. Westow wants you to massage her back..."
She was pushing her panties down her thighs, revealing to him her fleshy buttocks with the deep dimples in each rather over fat globe. He helped get the panties right down and off and then he straddled across her calves and slowly and with what skill he could he massaged her lovely very shapely back.
"Not only with your hands..." she gasped, "massage me with your lips..."
For a few minutes he lapped and kissed and licked and swept with his tongue and lips all over her back, from her shoulder blades down to the swelling upsurge of her bottom.
When at last she wriggled over on to her side and then dragged herself up into a half sitting position she reached forward and encircled with her two hands his massively erected penis.
"Aha ... you naughty boy ... you liked kissing me in that sort of massage, didn't you?" she laughed, and then without warning she pulled herself upright by pulling on his strong prick and then her face was right down to his loins, her open lips engulfed his proud crimson domed cock and she was sucking on him as if he had been an enormous lollipop. He squirmed and gasped. This was something he always wished Wendy would do to him. It may have been the though that perhaps Wendy was doing this base act to old Guy Westow that caused Alan to explode into his climax.
Whatever the reason the warm sucking lips drew his spunk from him on a hot torrent. Mrs. Westow was not over anxious to take her mouth off him while he was still spewing but she was not swallowing. When she had as much as her mouth would hold she lifted her face from his still bubbling penis head and felt under the bed for the pot. When she drew out the pisspot and spat out the frothy results of her sucking they both saw that the chamber held about a dozen used rubber contraceptives. It was a rude sight and yet a sort of stimulating one for a couple in their position.
She lay back on the bed: "I didn't mean to take you the whole way," she murmured, now you will have to kiss Mrs. Westow ... won't you?"
The way she opened her thighs and held her buttocks a few inches off the bed top left no illusions as to how and where she wanted to be kissed. Alan got his head well between her very fleshy thighs. He felt her hands twining and mussing his hair as he lapped at her moist and odorous fanny. His tongue tip licked along the fleshy groove, dipping into the moist opening every now and again to thrill her and make her gasp and lift her buttocks more furiously upwards to his face. Try as he might he could not bring her to her peak, but the most important result of his cunt licking was that his penis was throbbingly hard again and this was clearly what Mrs. Westow wanted.
When she pushed him away from her thighs she looked at his smeared mucous covered face:
"Come on darling, put that lovely hard cock in me now, make it last a nice long time, otherwise I shall think I wasted that five I gave that old cow outside!"
As he levered his naked thighs on to hers he thought of the difference of the lovely slim shapely legs of his wife and the tree-like fatness of this woman's. Not that Mrs. Westow was not desirable to him, she was. Perhaps the contrast of a comparatively matronly body and the lovely young womanly body of Wendy added to the thrill of possessing this woman. The way Mrs. Westow was rubbing his rigid pole as he prepared to mount her with it was proof of how badly she wanted him.
And then he was on her. He was pushing his penis into the thick lipped warm wet gash. He had never known his wife to be quite so wet and clingy as the cunt walls of this woman felt. Her vagina seemed to be slimed and sucking at his cock with soft very hot tentacles, and she began to moan and mouth obscenities to him as he quickened up the entry and at once commenced to root back and forth.
She was loving the speed at which he was fucking, but she got her hands to his lips and forcibly slowed him down:
"Not so fast, honey, take your time..." she groaned, "remember, Mrs. Westow wants it to last a long time ... make it last ... make it last..."
The door to an adjoining room opened at that moment and then closed quickly. Not that either Alan or his new mistress took any notice of it or even heard it. Had they known it was Mr. Westow with Wendy they might have been more interested but they did not know, and they did not care either.
* * *
On a bed identical to the one where Grace Westow was accepting the loving tribute of her young lover, Wendy was on her back being kissed by old Guy Westow. The old man soon had her dress off and her panties too. His eager mouth was kissing at the soft pocket of moistness where he was soon to thrust his randy prick. He did not suck her to an orgasm, but brought her to the peak where he wanted to leave her until she was given satisfaction in the normal fashion.
Unsheathing his great cock from his trousers he nodded down towards its rearing head:
"Now it's your turn to kiss me my dear Wendy," he said, his face a mask of absolute lust. He watched her finger his immense tool for a moment bending her lovely face down towards its fiery domed head.
It was all she could do to get it into her mouth, but the inside of her mouth felt so warm and comforting to his sensitive knob he almost came straight away.
To his surprise he could not persuade her to lift her face off him. With the urgent movement of her bobbing head she brought him to his orgasm, lapping and swallowing all the more that she could manage and with a mouthful absolutely full of thick wet spunk she looked up into his pleasure-crazed face and tried to smile. He patted the top of her head:
"Did you like tasting me?" he muttered, "it does a young woman like you a lot of good to taste a man properly now and again you know."
It took over an hour of her fondling with hands and mouth and finally with her soft warm breasts to get his penis ready again for the real assault he had brought her to the room for. Mrs. Westow and Alan had long since returned to the bar and were having their fourth drink by the time old Guy had his cock well up into Wendy's randy cunt.
When at last all four were reunited in the bar Wendy moved across to sit next to Alan and Mrs. Westow welcomed her own husband next to her. With their lusts satiated each was content with the company of their own other half. Alan hoped that when they got home his wife would tell him in detail what old Guy Westow had done to her and what sort of lover he was. He knew that the older couple would certainly be discussing in great detail what they thought about Wendy and Alan, and Alan wished he could listen to what the old fellow had to say about Wendy as a bed companion. He would like another man's opinion of what his wife was like on her back ... and with her lovely thighs open...
FOUR
The next time Wendy went down to Satcho's basement club she was surprised to find him drinking with a group of Japanese. She was greeted with many admiring and lecherous glances as the big Spaniard introduced her. Naturally she was asked to join them and soon found herself served with drinks on all sides and being lightly touched and stroked in the most unexpected places by these smiling and polite Orientals.
Satcho drew her on one side.
"I know you like knew and exciting experiences, otherwise you would not have returned yet once again," said the club owner, leering at her suggestively, "but I think you will find that my friends can offer you something even better than you have enjoyed so far. I can assure you that you will come to no harm are you game?"
"Well..." she hesitated, looking back at the little men who were all staring at her expectantly, "what sort of knew experience...? "
"I think first of all they'll want you to smoke one of their cigarettes ... they are quite harmless but they give you the most wonderful feelings ... you ought to try it ... and then ... well then it will be up to them, I don't know what they will get up to ... but I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it ... "
"Eerr ... well ... alright..." she muttered, and Satcho took her back to the table and sat her beside one of the Japanese whose name was Wu Ching, an elderly shriveled man who, at a nod from Satcho, promptly offered Wendy a long thin fragile looking cigarette.
He watched as she lit it and took her first puff.
"Inhale deeply," he whined at her in his sleazy high pitched voice, "draw in the sweet fumes to your body."
Wendy found herself taking deep puffs at the strangely thin cigarette and then her head suddenly began to reel. She felt very dizzy and as though she was floating a few feet off the ground where she was sitting. She felt unbelievably warm and was sure sweating all over. She wrenched at the neckline of her frock feeling she had to loosen it to get some air to her body.
But another pair of hands was helping her to undo the buttons and someone was pulling her out of her chair, across the room, along a passage and into another room. Then she was laying on a divan and the hands were now drawing her frock up over her head and off. Her nylon petticoat was easy prey to those groping hands and she made no attempt to protect herself or stop the disrobing.
In her stockings, panties and bra she felt a little better, not quite so hot and sweaty. The ugly sneering face of Wu Ching suddenly seemed to be floating over her, his grinning leering expression was eating into her brain. The yellow lined face was moving all round her ... it was uncanny ... it was so unreal ... but when the strong yellow fingers gripped her leg it was real enough!
Wu Ching still grinned down at her as he fondled her knees, making her tremble. His eyes were boring right through her eyes, right through and into her befuddled brain. His fingers were touching her through her panties. For the first time she saw the shadowy figure of another Oriental in the small room. This newcomer moved closed to the divan, took the reefer from her trembling fingers and put it back to her lips. It was held for her while all she had to do was inhale ... and puff ... inhale and puff ... inhale ... inhale ... inhale ... she was hardly aware of her bra and panties being taken from her but she was alive to the touching grouping hands that now touched her naked body.
Three hands were touching and exciting her. The two of Wu Chang and the other hand of his companion. The reefer was still held to her lips, fingers tweaked and aroused her nipples and the young wife was writhing and growling in her stimulated passion. When she felt firm hands gripping the fleshy part of her thighs just above her knees and drawing her legs apart she momentarily tried to fight back to the full realization of what was happening but it was a hopeless attempt. The reefer had been taken from her lips now and the other Oriental was devoting both his hands to her breasts.
Agile yellow fingers caressed and aroused her nipples in a way she loved. Now two broad heads descended to her heaving breasts, a nipple was accepted into each waiting warm mouth . . she was having two men suckle at her breasts at the same time.
It was suddenly pitch black! She heard a soft scampering of feet as Wu Chang and his companion went from the room. She lay there trying to gather her senses, her fingers were clawing at her cunt ... never had she felt so urgently hot and in need of relief as she did at that moment. She gave a start ... the door was opening again ... then closing. Heavy breathing came nearer the divan ... She strained her eyes to see who the person was. Apart from a tall hulking form stretching over her she could not make out his features at all. When he spoke it was a gruff voice, certainly not an Oriental.
At the back of her mind it was registering that this must be one of the hundreds of men who visited the establishment of Wu Chang to pay to sample some of the flesh he had to sell.
"You ready to fuck?"
The voice and the crude words frightened and thrilled her. She soon discovered the man was naked, although his thickly-haired chest gave the impression he was wearing some sort of fur jacket. She wrapped her arms round him as he sank his penis into her welcoming nest. He was a big man, big of body and big of prick and she delighted in the sensation of being completely stretched and filled. It was the fact that she was so unaccustomed to the drug she had smoked that she suddenly found herself drifting into a dream world of unconsciousness.
Several hours later when she came round she found it hard to believe that she could be so sore and tender from the loving of that unknown man in the dark room. He was a big man she knew ... but even so...
She did not guess and was not told by Wu Chang that after her first visitor she performed under four more big males, her lovely body responding magnificently to all that sex although her mind was away, drifting and not registering the sensations her flesh endured and enjoyed.
From that day on every minute that Wendy could get away from home was spent under the power of various sorts of drugs in Satcho's back basement room. It did not occur to her for a long time that he was making a fortune out of her and when it did she was too far gone to care!
