In the last few years, many novels-for example, "The Valley of the Dolls" and "The Exhibitionist" and untold others-have dwelled on the promiscuous relationship between husbands and wives. They have stated extremely well the effects of such promiscuity but have seldom broached, in a complete sense, the causes of this effect.
In this, his most penetrating work on this subject, Mr. Mahr has delved into what we feel is an extremely basic cause. The mistrust generated by a traveling husband in the classic novel sense has always been used as a vehicle for the modern-day writer to justify adultery on the part of the waiting wife. Mr. Mahr has reversed this procedure. He has taken a documented incident of a young married airline stewardess and presented the temptations she is faced with while traveling away from home. She resists these temptations, as many traveling husbands also do, but, as in the case of many waiting wives, the pressure becomes too great on her neglected husband. In one wild moment of jealous passion he commits an act which begins a revealing and horrible chain of circumstances which push his wife into the waiting arms of an adulterous affair.
Mr. Mahr's book attempts no justification for the acts performed on either side. He merely narrates them as they fall into place, as any good novelist should do. It is ultimately the reader who is, and should be, the jury to which these facts are presented and who must make final judgment.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Taxi! Taxi!", Bobbi Bower cried, her flight bag in one hand and light blue stewardess cape slung casually over her shoulders. She ran out of the airline terminal waving her hand high in the air at the approaching cab. Usually, she took the limo-bus into the East Side Terminal and from there it was only a short ride to her apartment, but tonight she was anxious to get home as soon as possible.
What a surprise it would be for her husband Marshall, she thought. He wasn't expecting her for another two days, and their last argument about her being away so long had been a dilly. It had broken out just before she left, and they hadn't even said a decent good-bye. She wanted to make it up to him somehow. She had once thought that she would eventually make him see that it was silly for her to quit her job with the airlines when they married....especially with the new regulations that made it perfectly all right to be married and keep on flying.
But so far, Marshall hadn't come around to her way of thinking. He wanted her home, with him, and he wanted to be the only money-maker in the family. He made plenty for both of them as an illustrator, he insisted, and there was just no need for her to continue flying. Bobbi knew it was really jealousy that was behind most of his objections. Marshall didn't like the idea of all those men looking at her, lusting after her. He knew, after all, he had once looked at her the same way himself. That was how they had first met. He was doing some work for a new magazine that was being started in Chicago, and she was flying the New York-Chicago route. For almost a month, Marshall had flown back with her on the same Friday night seven p.m. special for businessmen.
Bobbi smiled to herself as she tucked her long legs under her and closed the door of the cab. How sweet Marshall had been when he had first suggested that they have a drink after arriving in New York. It had only been four months after that first meeting that they were married at City Hall.
"Third Avenue and 78th Street," she called to the cab driver.
"Right...." he replied, pulling out with a screech from the curb and overtaking a hesitant driver in front of him.
"Whatdidya just get off a plane?" he asked, casting a quick backwards glance at Bobbi.
"Yes," she replied, sinking back in the seat with a weary sigh, recalling her diligent attentions to the First Class passengers on her flight from Dallas. Most of them were Texans, businessmen-millionaires just coming into New York for a few days ... she might get them on a flight back within a short time.
Some of her passengers were Mexicans since the flight originated in Acapulco, coming up through Mexico City and Dallas and then onto New York. Sometimes her schedule was such that she made the entire flight and sometimes she picked it up in Dallas or Mexico City. Her return runs sometimes terminated in one city or another depending on how she bid for it or whether she changed her schedule with another stewardess.
Marshall hadn't been too happy about her getting the New York-Mexico City run, even though it meant an advance for her and the status of a First Class jaunt all the way. But then he hadn't been very happy anyway since she had told him six months after their marriage that she had changed her mind about quitting the airlines. Now they had only been married a year and things seemed to be going haywire. It was all wrong most of the time they were together.
"We didn't even make love at all the last time I was home," Bobbi thought to herself. "He barely touched me." She gazed out of the window watching the other cars on the highway beside her speeding cab. They had left the labyrinth-like roads of Kennedy International Airport and were now weaving crazily in and out among the fast moving cars on the Expressway, rapidly making their way into the city.
The cab driver occasionally darted curious glances into the rear view mirror. He had seen a lot of stewardesses in his work, but this one was about the best looking he'd ever seen. His head filled with lewd thoughts as he examined the retained image of her in his mind. He had gotten a good look at her before he'd picked her up. Long slender legs, high rounded hips, jutting breasts beneath the blue uniform dress ... short blonde hair ... man, oh, man, he thought, I'd sure like to get into her panties.
"I bet you got a boyfriend in every city, eh? Where'd ya fly to, honey?"
Bobbi tore herself away from her thoughts, and looked in the direction of the driver. She quickly examined his license on the right hand side of the dash board to see who she was talking to, since he couldn't turn his head all the way around and drive too.
Louis Jagger, this license expires June, 1972, she read. His picture looked studied and formal and seemed to have nothing to do with the man who was now talking to her ... but he looked all right, she thought.
"No," Bobbi answered. "I have a husband who's waiting for me right now." She wanted to squelch any further images in the driver's mind. Damn, she thought. Another chatty one.
"Oh....yeah?" the driver said, obviously disappointed. "Yeah ... I remember reading about how you girls can get married now and all. Well, it's only fair....I mean after all...."
Bobbi didn't answer, but continued looking out of the window. Perhaps he'd just be quiet and let her think.
Louis Jagger knew she didn't want to talk anymore, but he thought he'd toss out just one more question.
"So, where you come from this time?"
"Dallas," Bobbi answered without much expression.
"Dallas? yea ... wow, I bet it's hot as blazes down there ... they got all them millionaires down there too...." He was going to go on, but a glance in the rear-view mirror told him it was not going to be a lively conversation and he lapsed into an ill-natured silence, thinking about the delights of being married to an airline stewardess and then turning to less exciting thoughts of his own life.
Bobbi breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that the driver was not going to continue a conversation all the way into the city. She wanted to concentrate....it was important that she strike the right note with Marshall tonight. She knew that the fact that she had rearranged her schedule in order to return early would delight him, but she must also figure out how to make everything all right. She wanted to convince him that there was nothing to be jealous about, nothing wrong with her having her own career, if you could call being a stewardess a career.
She really hated to give up the excitement of flying, it seemed to give her importance and purpose, all things she hoped would make her more exciting and desirable to her husband. This time perhaps she could make that clear to him. She missed him....missed him very much. It had been so long since she had felt his hard lean body pressing down on hers much too long.
Bobbi continued looking out at the flashing lights whizzing past her window, thoughts flowing freely in her brain as she recalled how she had almost given in to Larry. Almost. It had been very close. She supposed that it was because Marshall hadn't made love in so long ... it was her body that had almost betrayed her.
All of Bobbi's lithe young muscles tensed as she sat there. Almost, but not, quite. She relaxed again. The important thing was, she hadn't given into him. Her marriage was much too important for her to do such a thing. But the thoughts kept returning and she could not chase them away ... thoughts of how Larry had taken her out to dinner....nothing unusual about that, airline people in non-base cities often ate together, and went out together.
But when they had returned to the hotel they were both staying in ... in fact every one on their crew stayed at the same hotel ... he had invited her to his room for another drink, and for some reason, she could not fathom ... perhaps because she was lonesome, she had accepted.
Larry was the co-pilot on her flight to Dallas ... they often flew out together, but it was really the first time she had gotten to know him. Something about him had always put her off. He was nice looking enough, with all that curly black hair, but he was a little too smug, a little too sure of himself to suit her. But even so, there was something about him. She guessed that it was that something that had caused her to go to dinner with him in the first place.
Bobbi sunk back further in her seat and closed her eyes. She wished it didn't take so long to get into the city from the airport ... even with the driver doing 70 most of the way it took a good hour and a half. She shuddered as she remembered how Larry had reached over and touched her. Maybe it was the dress she had worn that night. She shouldn't have changed at all....should have gone right to dinner in her uniform. But she had changed into a lightweight pale pink dress ... one of Marshall's favorites.
And as the cab bumped and hurled along, in spite of herself, the memory of what had happened came back to her. It was as if her mind wanted to study it to see where she had gone wrong ... what mistake she had made, and to reassure herself that she had done nothing terribly wrong and in the final analysis, had remained faithful to her husband.
* * *
The dinner was excellent. Larry had insisted on taking her to the posh Jason Room where they had dined luxuriously on Coq au vin and wild rice. They had had several Gin and Tonics before dinner and a wonderful rose wine with the meal.
Bobbi was always starved after that particular flight, even when she ate some of the dinner she served to the passengers. Still, it wasn't like really eating to her. She liked to sit down at a table, not in a seat with a tray on her lap. The next day she would be flying down to Mexico City, and she wanted to get some American food in her stomach before the assault of Mexican cooking.
When Larry suggested she come to his room for an after dinner drink, she had thought ... why not ... they were already in the lobby of the hotel and she wasn't tired at all. He was staying on the floor beneath hers, so they took the elevator up to the 7th floor and got off. It was humid in the hallway in spite of the air-conditioning and it was with relief that they both ducked into his room where he had left his air-conditioner on high all the time he had been out.
"Whew...." Larry said as he closed the door behind him. He gestured toward the couch. "Sit down, sweetheart...." and started tearing off his tie.
Bobbi let herself drop into the softness of the sofa. It felt good and she was feeling mellow after the liquor she had consumed during dinner. It was always exciting to be in a new city and this was no exception. The very idea that that very morning she had been in New York, and that the next day at the same time she would be in Mexico was exhilarating to her.
Larry grinned as he approached with a bottle of Brantly in one hand and one of soda in the other. There were glasses already sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"I was hoping to have company tonight," he said reaching into an ice bucket that sat beside the sofa. "So I had these things brought up."
He fixed two tall drinks for them and then sat down himself. Bobbi had a moment of hesitation as she raised the glass to her lips, but then she reassured herself. She was a grown woman after all, nothing would happen that she did not want to happen. There was nothing wrong with having a drink with a friend.
Across the room from the sofa a large mirror reflected her image and she was once again reassured by her appearance. Her clipped blonde hair shone in the artificial light of the room and her skin glowed with the freshness of youth. No, there was no reason at all why she should not have a casual drink with another man.
Larry took a large pull on his drink and set the glass down on the cocktail table in front of them. Now that he was alone with Bobbi for the first time, her nearness was beginning to make him want to touch her. He took in the loveliness of her form, sitting there not six inches away from him. He'd had his eye on her for quite some time now, and now here she was. He examined her dress, wondering how to get it off as quickly as possible. It appeared to zip down the back, so that would be easy. He noticed with attention how Bobbi's full breasts jutted out from her body, stretching and pushing against the flimsy material of the dress. At the neckline a small valley of flesh led down to the delights of her creamy white breasts. He averted his eyes when he realized that he had been staring too openly.
Bobbi looked up from her glass just in time to catch a second of the look that he was giving her and seeing it, blushed deeply and looked away. Then he felt silly. After all, she was used to the curious stares of all sorts of men, but that was different. She realized, that in those instances she was in the sanctity of her uniform, her position with the airline ... the formal relationship of passenger and stewardess.
She felt a little naked wearing the dress and not her uniform. It was almost like wearing no clothes at all, especially now with Larry sitting so close to her and looking at her like that.
She looked back up at him.
"Well, here's to the next trip!" she said, raising her glass a little nervously. She was glad he wasn't continuing to stare and had resumed his usual easy manner with her.
"You said it, doll....you said it!"
"Dinner was really nice...." she continued, still feeling a little stupid because all she wanted to do now was finish her drink and leave.
Through a veil of light chatter, Larry continued to appraise his prey. He knew she was nervous now and it seemed to stimulate him even more. He enjoyed watching her struggle between her usual poise and her unaccustomed nervousness.
Bobbi had tucked her long slender legs sideways under her and from there, Larry imagined the continuing line of her thighs, firm and round. He visualized the moistened cleft snuggled between her legs, and knew it must be covered with the same light blonde color of Bobbi's hair. It would be soft and downy when he touched it and he knew he had to touch it soon. He offered her another brandy and soda and watched her relax a little more as the smooth brown liquid flowed through her system, the tiny bubbles hastening its action.
Bobbi felt a little light-headed, but it felt good. And while she was talking to Larry, in the back of her mind, she had formulated a way to make up with Marshall. She would surprise him by returning to New York City early and apologize for the things she had said to him that she hadn't meant ... everything would be all right. She just knew it would be. Once this was decided, she felt free and even a little giddy, like a little girl.
Larry watched carefully as the transformation took place and timed his actions carefully. Just before he felt she was on the verge of saying, well, I've got to be going now, he reached across her on the pretext of picking up his package of cigarettes on the table and on the backward motion, brushed his arm across her breasts. Then, before she had time to take note of what he was doing, he was holding onto both of her breasts with his hands, gently massaging them in a circular motion, cupping the fullness of them in his palms.
"No, Larry....NO!" she gasped, realizing that she had suddenly, without warning, lost control of the situation.
She jumped back and tried to forcibly remove his hands, but he continued to stroke her, even while she twisted wildly away from him. There was one split second when she ceased to struggle, before resuming her frantic motions. And it was that second that encouraged Larry to continue. He knew he had gotten to her, and that the sensations rising in her breasts were canceling out her mental objections. So he held on and then pushed himself over her so that his upper torso covered hers, somewhat impeding her efforts to fight him off.
Bobbi didn't want to scream ... that would be ridiculous ... she just had to get away from him. She knew that somehow she would persuade him.
"Larry ... you've got to let me go ... now this is silly. I'm a married woman ... Larry ... this isn't funny ... now, please, let me go!" She squirmed and turned, trying to ignore the tingling feelings the steadily rubbing hands were causing. She knew her nipples had hardened and were standing out against his palms and she knew he could feel that too. It was embarrassing to say the least. Then, he was over her and it was harder to fight him, but still she tried.
Larry had her just where he wanted her, his chest was pinning her arms so that she could not easily control his hands, then he removed one hand from her breast, leaving the other to its steady pressure. All the while ignoring the words that came from her mouth in a steady stream.
"No....no ... no....Larry, stop Larry!" as if by calling his name she could make him stop.
He chuckled to himself and quickly maneuvered his hand beneath her short skirt, smoothing past the thighs that clasped themselves tightly together as Bobbi tried to block his way. He pressed his lips over hers and thrust his tongue between her open lips, forcing his tongue flat against the floor of her mouth.
He searched out all the hidden crevices with his tongue, pushing her back on the sofa with the entire weight of his long thin body. Then suddenly, his middle finger insinuated itself under the elastic leg band of her soft nylon panties. Never stopping an instant, it went straight for its target, pushing into the moist hair-lined lips of Bobbi's vagina, sending an electrifying sensation through her. But Larry didn't stop there. The finger probed deeper into her vagina, sending shocks of rippling pleasure racing through her with breathtaking speed. The wondrous pressure of his finger inside her froze her body so that she could not move for an instant and again in that motionless moment, Larry had her down the way he wanted her, flat on her back so that his hand had leeway to work in and out of her.
It was too much for Bobbi. The liquor inside her fought against her, making the desire she felt still stronger. She could no longer resist the delicious sensations circling inside her cunt as Larry's finger continued to go deep into the pliant opening, causing more and more wet juices to exude from its quivering lips. Her head was swimming and she struggled to maintain some clarity of thought, but the only thing that existed was the feeling, all the feelings climbing up from her excited pussy, covering her entire body, combining with the insistent hand at her breast, all conspiring to overpower her. She felt like she was sinking into a pool of warm water as her inner thighs relaxed so as to allow him greater access to her. Little moans escaped from her lips and she turned her head slowly, carrying Larry's intruding tongue in her mouth along with her as it moved from side to side.
"That's more like it, baby...." Larry thought. "That's more like it."
He could feel the slow, but sure, relaxation of her thighs, her legs spreading wider on the sofa as he increased his thrusts adding another finger to the one that was already far into her tender flesh. He felt his cock pushing against his pants, straining to get out and replace his fingers, and he knew he had to enter her soon.
The elasticity of her cunt responded to his questing hand, the muscles already beginning to work in rhythm with his thrusts. He knew it was time to make his move, and removing one hand from her breast, he reached down to his zipper and opened it. He intended to take her just like that; on the couch with all her clothes on ... the first time at least ... and then ... well, he'd think of something.
His large cock bounced out of his trousers, glad to be free from all restraints and he slowly pushed himself onto her, letting the tip of his giant member press into her thigh. He was going to push it up further, until he reached her pulsating vagina, then he would enter her slowly, letting his cock expand inside her warm inner walls.
But as soon as Bobbi felt his hardened cock against the smoothness of her leg, she jumped, shocked back to the reality of the situation.
"My God!" she thought. "How did this happen? How could this be happening...." She clamped her thighs tightly together, locking Larry's hand between them, struggling with all her might against him, pushing and striking out like a wild woman, then taking advantage of his surprise, she wriggled out from beneath him and landed ungracefully on the floor. She quickly straightened out her dress, the memory of Larry's hand still burning deep in her vagina. She scrambled to her feet, and regained a semblance of her former poise, trying to mask the deep heavy breaths she was taking, trying to calm herself as best as possible, thoughts racing through her head about how to justify what had just happened, not only to Larry, but to herself.
Larry had rearranged himself and was pulling his zipper up. He too was restraining himself. The anger he felt was like a hot boiling furnace, stoking inside him. But he knew it was better to hold it back. For the time being, at any rate. Let the little bitch go. He knew she wouldn't forget what had happened for a long time. He looked up at her and smiled. It wasn't easy, but he smiled.
Bobbi looked down at him.
"I'm sorry Larry. I just don't know how this happened. I've got to go ... I can't be here ... I can't be doing this...." She turned and moved toward the door, grabbing her purse from the table as she went. When she reached the door, she turned and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came, and she hurriedly left, slamming the door behind her.
Larry sat staring at the door for a long time ... a thin smile of anticipation for the time he knew she'd finally come around playing on his lips.
* * *
Bobbi shook her head to get the shameful thoughts out of her mind. She looked about her in the cab, remembering where she was. The cab had stopped and the driver was paying the bridge toll. It wouldn't be long now before she was home. Home to her Marshall. Only her husband's strong well-built body could block out the memory of what had almost happened.
The cab pulled away from the toll-booth and sped on toward the city. Bobbi reached into her bag and pulled out her cosmetic kit. She took out her compact and looked at her face. She looked fine. For a moment she had almost been afraid that she would appear different due to the shock of what had happened to her ... almost happened, she corrected herself.
* * *
When she had returned to her room that night after leaving Larry, she had gone to bed immediately, pulling the sheet up over her head, even though it was warm enough to sleep without covers. The dream had started almost as soon as she closed her eyes, the alcohol she had consumed hastening a blessed sleep.
In the dream, Marshall was talking to her and telling her that everything was alright. He was telling her that he understood about Larry and that it was nothing for her to worry about ... then he kissed her and simultaneously managed to have his large throbbing cock pushed deep into her clasping vagina. It felt as though she were filled with it up to her mouth ... she was nothing but one hollow shaft created for the sole purpose of receiving his ramming pole. She opened her mouth and a long cry of pleasure escaped while Marshall called her darling ... darling ... darling ... over and over again.
But then something changed....it was night-time in the dream and Marshall's face turned into that of a monster. He was horrible looking ... but Bobbi knew that it was still Marshall. He looked at her with piercing red eyes, his mouth turned down at the corners and Bobbi knew that what he had said before was only a trick ... a trick to get her to confess about Larry and all the others ... she could not think of who the others were, but in the dream there had been others. She was terrified as Marshall's cock became a long handle ... like a mop handle and they were in the rest room of the big 707 jet on Flight 35 to Mexico City, the cheeks of her buttocks thrust down into the metal sink, the faucets cutting into her soft pink flesh, while Marshall held her legs straight up in the air, resting one on each of his broad shoulders.
Somehow Bobbi knew that all the passengers on the plane could see what was happening to her as jolts of pain ran through her at each jabbing entrance of the blunt object into her battered vagina. They were delighted to be watching her instead of the dull movie on board the plane.
Marshall began to count backwards on each stroke ... 10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... and Bobbi knew, even though nothing was ever said, that she would reach her orgasm when he reached zero ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... she couldn't have an orgasm in front of all those people ... all the passengers ... she just couldn't ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... suddenly, she was wild, wetness streaming down her legs as the spasms whirled through her contorted body.
"Oh ... oh ... ooohhhhh ... aaaahhhhhh!" she screamed, falling, falling as the climax coursed through her wildly contracting womb.
* * *
Sitting there in the taxi, Bobbi's face reddened as she recalled how she had awakened after the dream, shocked, to find her fingers ... her own fingers thrust deep inside her vagina, the pleasurable sensations still creeping through her nude body. She had rapidly pulled her moistened fingers away from herself and sobbing loudly, turned over in the bed crying into the pillow until sleep came again.
The taxi emerged from the tunnel and headed north on Third Avenue toward 78th Street. Once more, Bobbi took out her mirror and studied her face.
Thank God she was almost home.
CHAPTER TWO
Marshall closed the paper he was reading and threw it on the floor beside his big reclining leather chair. He was sick of reading the same old crap about the political candidates for mayor in New York. There seemed to be no end to the lengths politicians would go to get elected. Besides, he had other things on his mind. He flicked on the television set and went to get himself a Bud from the kitchen, then settled back in his chair.
He looked over toward the bulletin board over his drawing table and examined the illustration he had just completed.
It was good, he thought. Damn good. It had taken a long time to do, but worth every moment of it. He would be proud to have it printed in the next issue of Graphicana Magazine.
He gulped a long slug from the frosty can of beer and stared at the images on the screen in front of him. He wondered where Bobbi was now ... she must have just arrived in Dallas, he thought. He recalled their argument before she left yesterday morning and a flash of anger returned to him. She had called him a narrow-minded prig, if he remembered the phrase correctly, and it was then that he had told her she had better leave first, or he would give her enough bruises so she wouldn't be able to make the flight anyway ... and that he'd figure out a way to keep her home ... one way or another.
She had flounced out the door, slamming it loudly behind her, and he had known she would be gone for days, leaving him to stew in his anger. That made him even more furious.
He had returned to his drawing table and calmly submerged himself in his work until he finished, working far into the night. And now, today, it was finished and all that had happened last night was coming back to him. He wasn't even looking at the television set, he was busy-recalling all the details of the words he and Bobbi had had. Most of all, he remembered the expression she had on her face....that expression, the one that always infuriated him. She pursed her lips in a certain way and he knew from then on, that her mind was set and nothing he could say would sway her.
God, he hated it! Suddenly, he got up and flicked off the television. Bobbi wanted to get a color set, he remembered, and he had planned to have one waiting for her when she returned from this trip, but not now....she'd be lucky to find him there when she got back, he mused.
Marshall put on his tweed sport coat and searched in his pockets for his keys. He had to get out of the apartment before he went batty. He decided to take a walk around the corner and maybe stop in for a drink somewhere.
He walked slowly down Third Avenue heading for Folger's, his usual hang-out, but halfway there, he decided that going there would only mean having to shoot the breeze with some of the other 'regulars', and he just wasn't up to it now.
He looked around for someplace else to get a drink, knowing that Third Avenue was well stocked with bars. The only problem was that most of them were the notorious single-swinger type set ups. He had always hated those places, a judgment made without ever having entered one of them. He just hated everything they seemed to stand for....a certain kind of attitude he'd seen on the young people who went in and out of the 'swinging' bars. But tonight, he needed something different and he figured he might as well see what had been annoying him so much for the past year.
"Besides," he thought to himself. "I can get just as good a drink there as anywhere else...."
He walked down the street for another block until he found himself in front of a place called "January". The sound of one of the new soul singers blaring on the jukebox wafted through the open doorway, filling the cool night with its sad message. The singer was one of Marshall's favorites and he stopped to check out the place.
"January", he said to himself. "Why not? It's as good a place to start as any. Maybe before the night's through I'll get through the rest of the months."
He stepped inside the entrance to the place and found himself confronted with a bulletin board filled with hand lettered notices for apartments to share, summer houses to share, cars for sale and every imaginable kind of message thumb tacked helter-skelter all over the cork surface, sometimes as thick as three deep. He wondered if anyone ever looked at the damn thing.
"Excuse me, honey," a small female voice from behind him called out.
"Sorry," Marshall answered, stepping back to let the tiny girl up to the bulletin board.
"Would you do me a favor?" she asked turning her head around to face him. "Would you pull down that notice all the way at the upper left hand corner. No, the one that says Apartment to share....yea....that's the one."
Marshall handed the 3x5 card with its neat hand printed message to the girl, checking her out as he did so. My God! he thought. She can't be more than four feet ten.
"Four-nine," she said to him. "Don't be embarrassed, hon. Everyone goes on the same trip when they see me for the first time."
"How come you're taking the notice down," Marshall asked her, trying to change the subject. "Get someone to share the place with you?"
"Had I known you were interested," she interrupted him. "I would have waited for you."
"No...." Marshall laughed. "I have a place, thanks. I was just surprised that people really found places to live this way."
"Are you kidding?" she asked him. "Almost everyone in this place got their apartments through that board. That way, you're sure you're rooming with the right kind of people, if you know what I mean? This your first time here?"
"Yea," Marshall answered her. "How can you tell?"
"Listen, honey," the miniature girl advised. "I don't like to be pushy or anything, but if you wanta make out at a singles bar, take off the wedding ring." And with that, she turned back into the bar and walked over to the table.
Marshall followed her into the large square room and looked around. Even though it was a week-night, the place was filled almost to capacity. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dimly lit room, but once they did, he was almost sorry he had come in. It was just as she had imagined it would be. The main purpose of the place was, of course, to pick up someone. And the girls seemed to be working harder at it than most of the guys there. The smoke filled room was brimming with eager young girls, each trying to get a man in her own way ... her own fashion.
First, there were the Mary-college set, still wearing their Ladybug dresses and circle pins, their feet thrust into cordovan loafers. Then there was the Mary-mod set, each trying to outdo the other, draped in feathers and plastic see-through dresses that left little to the imagination.
And finally, the ordinary types, the speed-writing secretarial pool girls and typists dressed like you knew they had just come in from some small town, but smart enough to know what a man was after and quick to come across with it.
Marshall's thoughts about leaving disappeared as he became more and more interested in the goings-on. God, he thought. This place is a psychologist's dream! He walked up to the bar, squeezing in between two young girls busily engaged in conversation with the man on either side of them. He turned his head, looking for the bartender and realized that it was going to be a while until he got a drink. The bartender was running back and forth, fixing drinks at a furious pace, trying in vain to keep up with the orders.
Marshall stood there waiting to catch his eye, thoughts of Bobbi still filling his head. Damn her anyway ... let her try and slam out of the house like that again! But he felt inexplicably lonesome there in the milling crowd and he was growing more and more depressed.
He turned around, leaning with his back against the bar, deciding to check out the place a little more until he could get the attention of the bartender.
A momentary blinding flash of light lit up the room and Marshall turned to see what had caused it. There, at the other end of the room was a photographer, several cameras and cans of film draped around his neck. The flash went off again, this time almost directly in Marshall's eyes, and it took another few seconds until the blinding yellow spots disappeared. The flash from the camera continued to pop, but Marshall was sure to keep his eyes away from the light, instead, trying to concentrate on what was being photographed.
When he finally spotted the model, he was a little confused. She was stunning and dressed in one of those high-fashion outfits, the kind of nonsense he had seen in Bobbi's fashion magazines. And come to think of it, he was sure he had seen this girl on one of the covers.
"What'll it be, friends?" he heard the bartender say.
Marshall turned around and blurted out his order, afraid the bartender might get away and he would have to wait even longer for his drink.
"Campari and soda!"
"Hey, relax, man", the bartender smiled. "I know it takes a while, but there's supposed to be more interesting things in this place besides booze, if you know what I mean." And turned around and started mixing Marshall's drink.
"Well", Marshall thought. "At least they don't take themselves seriously."
The bartender brought over Marshall's drink and set it down in front of him. Marshall glanced up at him, fishing in his pocket for his money.
"One dollar, even, friend."
Marshall fished a five dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to him.
"Tell me", he asked as the bartender was making change in the register. "What's with the photographer?"
"What?", the bartender asked. "Oh, that. We get so much of that I sometimes forget they're even here."
"This happens often?"
"Two, maybe three times a week. We always get some photographer who wants to use the place for backgrounds. It's good publicity for the place if the pictures get printed in a magazine so we always say okay. Besides, the girls usually stay for a drink and it adds a little class to the place."
The flash gun went off again and the reflection in the mirror temporarily blinded Marshall again.
"You get used to that after a while, too", the bartender said and walked to the other end of the bar to re-fill a glass.
Marshall picked up his drink and examined the room through the reflection in the mirror that ran the entire length of the bar. Suddenly, an idea hit him and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black felt-tip pen that he used for sketching. And as usual, when an idea for an illustration hit him, he forgot about everything else. All thoughts of his riff with Bobbi left his mind as he concentrated on finding a piece of paper to work on.
He reached over several ashtrays full of smoldering butts and pickup up a sheet of paper lying on the bar.
"You mind if I use this", he yelled to the girl standing directly in front of it.
"Have a good time!", the girl laughed.
Marshall pulled the paper over to him and turned over to see what was printed on the other side. It was a flyer for one of the local political candidates.
"At least the paper will be put to some good use", he thought as he turned it back over to the blank side. He uncapped the pen and started a stylized drawing of his surroundings, making each of the people in the drawing become more and more grotesque and out of proportion to their surroundings. He worked furiously at the drawing, glancing up from time to time to check out the room in the mirror and then turned back to the paper which was almost filled with his drawing.
Just as he was putting the finishing touches on the sketch someone nudged his arm and the pen sent a black line running across the paper, cutting it almost exactly in half.
"Oh, I'm sorry!", a soft female voice said.
Marshall spun around to see who it was and came face to face with the model who had been being photographed, vainly trying to balance a cup of coffee in her hand, most of which had sloshed into the saucer.
"No sweat", Marshall answered gallantly. "It was just a preliminary sketch. Nothing final."
"It's very good. Are you an artist?" she asked.
"An illustrator", Marshall answered.
"Oh. May I squeeze in here?", she asked sliding in next to him. "Hey, Tony!", she yelled at the bartender.
Tony walked over toward her, picking up a bottle of vodka on his way and poured a shot into her coffee.
"Vodka and coffee?", Marshall asked. "I've heard of Irish Coffee and Brantly and coffee, but Vodka....?"
"Please", the young girl asked. "Not so loud. I'm not supposed to drink on the job. And vodka does what I want it to and it doesn't smell. So none of the photographers are any wiser.
"The bartender seems to be in on your little game."
"Oh, yea. You see", she started telling Marshall as if they were fast old friends. "I live just a few blocks from here. So, any time I get a job where the photographers want to use a place like this I recommend this one. That way, when I finish I only have to walk a few blocks to get home, and I always get to drink free, so I save money all around."
Marshall signalled for another drink and soon he and the model were into a deep friendly conversation. He found out her name was Carla, and just about her entire life story. She had to go back and shoot for a while longer, but when she was finished, she returned to the bar and sat next to Marshall and continued where they left off.
Marshall grew increasingly more and more excited by Carla's sensuality and more and more drunk as the night wore on. He decided after a while that he had to get her into bed with him. It would serve Bobbi right, he thought, and then began to feel guilty and grew suddenly silent.
"Hey", Carla broke into his moody reverie. "If I'm going to be lonely, I want to be by myself."
Marshall looked over to her and smiled.
"Come on", he said, "Let's get out of here."
They walked out of the bar and into the cool night air, his arm tightly around her tiny waist, feeling the soft firmness of her stomach beneath his fingers.
"Would you like to come home with me?", he asked.
Carla turned to him and just smiled her answer. They walked up Third Avenue, turning in at 78th Street.
"Hey", Carla said. "This is the street where I live, too."
"Yea, which building?"
"The Alpine."
Marshall looked dumbstruck. He and Bobbi had lived at the Alpine since they were married and he had never noticed Carla before. Just like New York, he thought. Live on the same few square feet of ground with someone for a year and never even see them, let alone get to know them.
"Well, don't get shook", he quipped. "But that's where I live too. Hey," he said as an afterthought, thinking it a wise move. "How about if we go up to your apartment?"
"No good", she answered. "My roommate is home tonight. And she's a great roommate, but never knows when to step out, if you know what I mean. And we have one of those small studios."
"Sure", Marshall answered. And then grew even more excited at the thought of screwing this girl in his own marriage bed. Bobbi would be getting just what she deserved.
They separated just before they got to the building, making it seem as if they were coming in separately so the doorman wouldn't have anything to think about and followed each other into the elevator.
* * *
Marshall lowered Carla onto the big double bed in his apartment bedroom, and wasting little time, climbed over on top of her. His swollen prick touched the pink lips of her cunt and he could feel the burning fire that was by now torturing her insides.
"Ohhhhh...." she moaned softly as the smooth rubbery head parted her pubic hair and touched her awaiting pussy.
He paused for a second, gently rocking back and forth on top of her, teasing the quivering opening and suddenly, thrust his stiff cock deep into the burning cavern between her open thighs.
"Ohhh ... oooohhhhh....aaaaaahhhhhh!!!, she cried as his throbbing prick filled her insides.
Marshall's mouth spread to a wide ecstatic grin as he felt the wet, slippery walls of Carla's cunt enfolding over his throbbing penis, sucking at it with the clenching muscles of her rising desire. He sighed, his mouth wide open as he slid deeper and deeper into her fiery passage until he completely filled her. He could feel her whole body twitching underneath him as he began to stroke rhythmically, feeling the hard contact of her pelvis smacking into his as he drove his prick in and out of her slim, firm body.
Carla gasped for breath as she drove herself toward a frenzy of sexual desire, using every straining muscle in her tortured body to meet the demands of Marshall's cock as it sank relentlessly in and out of her aching cunt. She dug her fingers into his back in an attempt to pull him even deeper into the already stretched cavern that ached with a dazed desire for him.
"More ... more....", she cried out. " ... Give me more ... aaaahhhh...."
Marshall pushed even deeper, his brain reeling from the whiskey, feeling the leathery tip of his prick pushing hard up against the squirming girl's cervix. He moved to reposition himself, using his hands to cup the quivering flesh of her smooth round buttocks, and she responded by wrapping her legs around his back and locking her ankles tight together to hold him in her. As he drove into her streaming passage, his fingers spread the clenching flesh of her quivering white bottom, stretching the tight brown ring of her tiny twitching anus.
A small moan escaped from Carla's lips as she felt him moisten his finger with the juices seeping out of her cunt and slid it along the sensitive flesh between her pussy and her rectum. He probed tentatively at the tiny elastic opening, not sure whether to go ahead, but when he found no resistance in her body, he slid the finger all the way into her resistant rectum and she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure.
He knew she was no virgin there, and rotated his finger back and forth, scraping teasingly at the soft, rubbery flesh.
Carla was just barely able to withstand the dual fucking she was getting from Marshall. One in her cunt from his huge rock-hard cock and the other in her tightly clenching anus as he slid his finger into her. The swollen walls of her pussy could hardly bear the fantastic excitement of his rigid tool driving back and forth inside, while his finger probed at the very center of her being. She bucked harder as he fucked her, clenching him tightly with her long, slim legs straining to draw him deeper. Her head flailed back and forth on the bed, unaware of anything but the roaring fire that burned throughout her sex-crazed body.
The sudden sound of a door slamming brought Robert sharply back to reality for a brief second.
"My God....I thought that was our front door....", but he realized that it was probably the apartment next door and returned his attention to Carla's writhing form.
But his involvement with her lasted only a few seconds longer as suddenly the room was flooded with the light from the hall as the door to the bedroom was flung open and there, framed like a full length portrait of a woman scorned, stood Bobbi, his wife!
CHAPTER THREE
Marshall! ... The bloodcurdling sound of his wife's voice still echoed in Marshall's head. Carla was dressing hurriedly in the next room and Marshall was quickly pulling on his shorts, and then his trousers. This is it ... he thought. This is it ... Damn anyway ... he wasn't that hot for Carla that he had to bring her home ... Damn! Bobbi's screams assaulted his ears and he was very glad to hear them, somehow, glad to have her getting them all out ... glad to have all the abuse heaped upon him. She threw as many things as she could get her hands on, and Marshall effectively dodged them, or most of them. But when she turned to go after Carla in the living-room, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back into the bedroom with him, allowing Carla to get out the door. It wasn't until he heard the door slam behind her that he let loose his hold on his wife.
"Baby ... I know ... baby ... now just listen to me....just listen. But as soon as her hands were free, Bobbi began to pound on him as hard as she could ... yelling ... Bastard! at the top of her lungs until Marshall thought perhaps she had truly taken leave of her senses. It was strange even there in the glare of the light that Bobbi had turned on just recently illuminating the lewd scene vividly, he kept thinking, how beautiful she was ... this screaming creature that he was barely managing to control ... part of him kept thinking that he could maybe just kiss her and she would melt and everything would be all right. But he knew better. It wasn't true ... how could she ever believe that it was she he wanted ... not a bit of fluff like Carla. She would never believe that the sight of her in her distraught fight was managing to excite him ... to the point where he considered taking her by force. But another, saner head cautioned him, and he knew that it would be pure madness to entertain such thoughts ... He kept telling her to listen to him ... but he had no idea of what he was going to say. There really wasn't anything to say at all. Except that he was sorry.
Finally Bobbi quieted him down somewhat, and he released his hold on her, and moved slightly away, standing near the door to the bathroom. Bobbi sat as if in a daze on the edge of the crumpled bed. "How sordid!" Marshall thought to himself ... there she was sitting in that love 'bed' with her prim little uniform on ... true it was one of the ones with the new shorter skirts, that showed off Bobbi's long legs to good advantage ... but it was a uniform nonetheless.
She was sitting there looking at the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks, her hair in disarray around her head. Marshall pulled his shirt from the door handle where he had hung it and put it on. Now that she was quiet he wished that she were yelling again ... words raced around in his skull, but he couldn't get the right combination out.
Bobbi turned to face him, a look of total disgust on her face. "And to think that you accused me ... to think that you were actually jealous ... that you had the utter gall to suggest that I...."
"Now Bobbi, come on ... this was just...."
"Now don't tell me what this 'just' was ... I have eyes ... I'm not a total idiot ... even though you seem to think I am ... you're the lowest ... the most despicable...."
"I'm not going to stand here and take this from you ... if you can't listen to what I have to say ... like an adult ... you're playing this like some scene in a Grade 'B' movie. Just cut it out for a minute. Let's talk this thing out."
She kept on staring at him, her face a mask of anger and hurt ... rapidly falling into the expression that always irked him.
"There is nothing ... to ... talk ... out, Marsh ... nothing. I don't care if its like a movie to you or not, to me its real. Very real!"
"God ... you look like your mother when you do that!" Marshall said, without really thinking that it was true ... it was uncanny how it almost always was that all the mothers worst qualities came out when Bobbi was angry or upset.
That did it. Bobbi snapped back into action.
"My mother ... so I look like my mother do I ... well you should have seen what you looked like on top of that whore ... that bag of bones you brought home to our bed ... you should have seen how that looked. It wasn't pretty I'll tell you that. In fact it was the most ludicrous thing I've ever seen ... the big hot-shot lover ... Hah!" She was looking around again for something to throw. The pillows were too soft ... her foot struck something on the floor, and she picked it up ... one of Marshall's shoes ... aiming, she heaved it at him, striking the door behind him as he stepped aside.
"Well, maybe if you weren't such a gadabout glamour girl ... such a spiffy fly-girl ... 'servicing' all those passengers, all those Johns who only fly the very best ... only first class please ... and a first class fly-girl to spoon fed me my champagne please, and take me to the John please, and bring me a pillow please and let me pet you on the ass please ...!
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" Bobbi flew at him ... arms waving, fists flying ... but Marshall kept on talking even while he managed to restrain her from doing any damage to him.
"How about giving me a little service," he spat out...."do you need a Texas millionaire ... is that it ... does that tickle your little box?" He had never gone so far before ... but he couldn't stop and all the months of frustrated thoughts were coming out in one long spiel, gathering momentum as he became more and more self-righteous. Damn it, it was true, he could never have given Carla a second thought if he and Bobbi hadn't had that fight before she left. And was he supposed to think she never got patted on the ass ... and maybe more ... when he knew different!
"You must take me for some kind of fool, baby." He gripped her hard by the shoulders, to prevent her from hitting him, and talked directly down into her face. "But get it through your well-coiffed little head ... I'm not taking anymore shit from you ... and as far as I'm concerned you can fly the friendly skies for the rest of your life until you're an old bag hobbling down the aisles. Meanwhile ... I'm going to find the bag of bones you referred to ... she may be thin, but she's a pretty good lay ... and if there's one thing I need right now it's a good lay!" He pushed Bobbi away from him with a hard motion that sent her across to the bed, where she fell, sobbing hysterically. She had never heard anything like that from Marshall ... he'd never used language like that with her before, and the crudity of his words shocked her. She was shocked beyond measure at the importance of what was happening. All means toward making up with him were rapidly being dissolved and he was saying that he was going to find that woman.
Marshall grabbed up the shoe that had fallen on the floor beside him and put it on, then he approached the bed, where Bobbi lay crying and found the other shoe. As he tied the lace, he looked down at her. "And you'd better think twice before you call somebody else a whore!"
Bobbi looked up...."What do you mean by that ... she screamed ... what does that mean?" But Marshall was already on his way to the door. He walked out into the living room without looking back...."Marshallll...." Bobbi was screaming...."What does that mean?" ... He reached the front door and opened it.
"You figure it out ... you're pretty bright!" .. He called back, then he stepped out into the hall and slammed the door behind him as hard as he could.
Bobbi got up and went into the living room, and stood there undecided and frightened. Everything had happened so quickly ... It seemed only a few moments ago that she had been in the taxi ... speeding into the city ... looking forward to seeing Marsh. And now everything was in ruins around her. Her marriage was broken ... and her husband was out looking for another woman. A terrible sick feeling overwhelmed her at the thought of it, and at the memory of the first shock of seeing them together in bed. She assumed that he had been seeing her often ... maybe every time that she went away. And what was worse, Bobbi knew who Carla was ... she had recognized her almost immediately ... she was usually on the cover of one of the magazines that she handed out to the passengers.
She was absolutely beautiful, Bobbi realized with an even sicker feeling. She sat on the sofa in the living room, looking around her at the empty apartment as though she had never been there before. Everything looked very different to her. She had always thought that girl was beautiful, had even had a discussion about it with one of her fellow stewardesses ... how odd that only a few days later she would find her in bed with her husband. Bobbi slowly removed her wrinkled uniform and tossed it onto the sofa. What a mess everything had turned into ... She curled up on the wide couch, dressed in her mini-slip, flesh-colored tights and bra, and turning her head in towards the pillow, let her confused tears flow, disregarding the stains they caused on the silk material.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Certainly Mrs. Bower...." the uniformed doorman smiled at Bobbi and went out into the street blowing his shrill whistle all the way. Bobbi wondered if she was only imagining that he had looked at her queerly. She was sure that the doorman relayed interesting gossip about the tenants of the building to each other. Unaware of the fact that Carla lived in the same huge apartment building, Bobbi stood in the lobby fuming at the thought that they all must know that Marshall was having an affair with Carla while she was away.
She looked up at the sky ... it was very clear ... a good day for flying. It was all she had been able to think of to do ... take another trip. That morning, after putting the drops in her normally clear blue eyes, and hoping that the redness would go away ... she had called her friend Margo and pleaded with her to change her schedule with her. She knew that Margo was flying flight 36 to Acapulco that afternoon and that she was looking forward to a five-day layover there....but Bobbi had to get away, as far as possible. Marshall hadn't returned that night, and she had awakened, cold and lonely on the sofa at about 5:30 in the morning. It had taken her a long while to get herself together and to stop the compulsive crying that kept welling up inside her. She had bathed for hours in the huge tub trying to calm herself, and finally after two cups of strong coffee and two 'compoz' pills, decided to call Margo. She told Margo everything that had happened in order to persuade her to switch schedules with her and by the time she had finished telling her the whole story, Margo couldn't refuse her. So here she was once more waiting for a cab ... Bobbi realizing that she spent two-thirds of her life waiting for a cab. But this was by far the most painful wait, she thought bitterly, thinking she might never return to her apartment or her husband. The yellow taxi pulled up in front of the building and Bobbi handed the doorman a tip without looking at him. He smiled again and held the door open for her.
"Kennedy Airport ... Trans-Continental Terminal...." Bobbi said, as the door slammed and she let herself settle back in the seat. She had decided to wear her white uniform that day instead of the blue one. She needed everything she could get to make her look perky and cheery the way Marie, her supervisor insisted she look. She had used every trick in the book that morning ... the white under her eyes to hide the shadows ... a little more eye make-up then usual ... but not too much, and finally the white uniform. Bobbi sighed and took out her sunglasses, put them on, and leaned her head back on the seat. The long ride would give her a chance to get some more rest. She had seen the driver make a nasty expression when he heard her say, 'Kennedy' ... very few of them wanted to go out to the airport, they lost too much money and time. But it was just too damned bad, Bobbi thought ... and she determined that if he opened his mouth to talk to her that she would pretend she was sleeping.
As the cab carried her closer to the airport, she found that she couldn't rest at all. Marshall's words kept coming back to her. Sadly, Bobbi remembered his saying ... 'She looked just like her mother'....How unhappy her mother would be when she found out that she and Marsh were no longer together. Her mother had very definite thoughts about how her daughter's life should be led, and it was she who had pushed her toward becoming an airline stewardess, when Bobbi first showed signs of becoming a raving beauty. "I would tell you to become a movie star ... but this is even better, honey...." She had said. And Trans-Continental had snapped her up the moment she walked in their door. She was everything they were looking for in a stewardess. And the new glamour run from New York to Mexico had almost been a kind of reward they'd given her for not quitting when she got married.
"Turn here, driver!" she cried out, seeing that the driver was just about to miss the turn-off for Trans-Continental. He let her out in front of the big white building, and soon Bobbi was on her way to Operations, to sign in. She pushed open the door and walked past the lounge where the Captains and Stewardesses sometimes relaxed before or after a flight. She signed in and began to examine the flight-plan, to see who she was with. Flight Captain Taylor ... First Officer Graham ... That was Larry! At first Bobbi was disturbed by the idea that Larry would be on the flight. She had almost forgotten about him in all the turmoil, but now it all came back to her with a rush. She should have slept with him that night she thought, angrily. She was a fool to have refused him, while her husband was being unfaithful to her every time she left New York! But the tears started coming again, and Bobbi forced herself to stop thinking about Marshall and read on. Carmen Martinez, a beautiful Mexican 'stew' was going to be on with her. She read the names of the tourist class stewardesses ... and then began to check out the estimated passenger count, the liquor count, and the food count. She signed out for her liquor and then went upstairs to see if Captain Taylor was in operations so she could check out the flight plan and weather with him. When she finally returned to the lounge after doing all those things, she had a half-hour left till flight time ... time for a cup of coffee before boarding.
She put a dime in the machine and waited patiently while the small paper cup filled with the hot liquid. While she was waiting, staring down at the cup, she became aware of a presence behind her and then a deep smooth voice spoke close to her ear.
"Well ... well ... if it isn't Mrs. Bower ... I thought Margo was on this flight."
Bobbi turned around to see Larry Graham, tall and good-looking in his uniform, smiling broadly down at her. She blushed and turned her eyes away, stammering out a confused greeting. "He-hello Larry...." she began.
"What'sa matter ... couldn't wait to see me after the last time?" Larry burst out laughing, then he put his arm around Bobbi's shoulders, took her coffee from the machine, and led her to one of the chairs in the lounge. Bobbi felt sick ... it was all a mistake ... she couldn't go through with it. But it was too late now for her to back out of making the flight. Larry sat himself down across from her and watched with amusement while she sipped her coffee.
"I just had to get away for a few days ... that's all," she said, finally. "It has nothing to do with you, you should know that!"
Larry observed her carefully. It was clear to him that something was wrong. Something other than the fact that she might not be to pleased to see him. Probably a fight with her old man, he thought smugly to himself ... might make things easier.
"I tell you what, Bobbi ... You don't look any too cheerful to me ... When we get to Acapulco, I'll show you a good time ... take you to all the high-spots ... O.K.? That ought to bring the color back to those cheeks ... I was planning on going on a little trip to the area just outside the city ... but who knows ... maybe you'd like to come along!"
Bobbi didn't answer at first, and then at last she said "Maybe"....
* * *
The flight was running smoothly, with an estimated time of arrival of 7:30 in Dallas ... 11:30 in Mexico City, and 12:30 in Acapulco. Since it was a week-day and not a very popular flight, the first class section was far from full, giving the two girls a minimum of duties to perform. Bobbi was thankful for that, and after serving sumptuous roast beef dinners to the New York, Dallas passengers, she spent most of the rest of her time just getting an occasional drink for a passenger ... one baby needed a bottle warmed ... and the rest was easy. Larry came out of the cockpit to talk to her once and then went right back in. She was glad that at least he was business-like when he was flying.
After removing her serving apron, Bobbi sat in the lounge area of the 707 plane while the huge metallic bird hurtled through the night on its way from Mexico City to Acapulco. She felt a peculiar emptiness inside her as she realized how far away she had gotten from Marshall. She sat there thinking bitterly about the last two days events. Usually, on a flight like this she cherished the memory of her husband, waiting for her in New York, and longed for the return flight when she could be on her way back to him. This time it was different ... and it managed to cancel out all the other times ... all the other good memories. How long had it been going on, she wondered ... how long? She went over and over every detail of their lives during the past few months in a vain effort to determine when her husband's affair with Carla had started.
She was relieved when finally it was time to go to the intercom mike to instruct the few remaining passengers to fasten their safety belts, in preparation for a landing in the Acapulco airport. "Kindly remain in your seats until the plane has come to a complete stop. We hope that you have had a pleasant flight with us this evening and that we'll be seeing you again. Good night and thank you for flying Trans-Continental." She repeated the same little speech in Spanish in a pronounced, but not too offensive American accent, her Spanish being very limited ... but serviceable enough to get by on the plane, especially since there was always one girl aboard who spoke fluently. After walking slowly down the aisle to check that the passengers were all fastened into their belts, she sat down quickly in the first seat buckling herself into her belt just in time for the landing. It was a smooth landing with hardly a bump, when the huge wheels touched the ground. Bobbi felt the familiar flutter in her stomach as the plane raced over the last few yards to the airport terminal, braking all the way. Bobbi was exhausted as she listened to the whirr and whine, the great rush of air as the plane came to a stop.
* * *
The heat of Acapulco ... Bobbi stared solemnly out of the window of the cab ... it felt close and muggy ... and suddenly she wished she had gone to Mexico City instead ... where the altitude assured a comfortable climate. Larry sat next to her in the taxi, having decided to stay at Los Gatinos with Bobbi, rather than the hotel most of the airline people stayed at in Acapulco. He had insisted and Bobbi had agreed, thinking it hardly mattered.
For a while she had thought of getting even with Marshall for his betrayal by making love with Larry ... but then she realized that she wasn't in the slightest interested in doing that. It would be too tawdry for one thing, and then she just didn't have the stomach for it. Her hurt and disappointment were too new. But at least Larry could offer her a little diversion while she was in Acapulco, she thought. After all, she needed someone simpatico to take her mind off what had happened. They let Carmen and the stewardesses from tourist class off at Playa Grande Hotel, and then continued on to Los Gatinos ... Bobbi stared fixedly out the window at the 'strip'...."God it was ugly...." she thought ... She had been shocked the first time she saw it ... The open stalls full of Mexican artifacts ... the hundreds of men on the streets, selling anything and everything ... making blatant passes, or staring angry stares ... at the rich Americans who walked about oblivious to their hatred ... But on the other side ... out the windows ... palm trees waved ... boats docked in the harbor and black water in the bay glistened softly in the night, as young couples strolled slowly in the darkness, and children darted in and out of the shadows, playing variations of tag. It would be beautiful and wonderful under other circumstances ... but in Acapulco it was really necessary to be with someone you loved in order to fully appreciate the lush climate. The cab kept on going, and Larry sat silent beside her. Each of them looking out separate windows. Bobbi closed her eyes ... and just before she was about to fall off to sleep ... the cab climbed a steep incline and screeched to a halt in front of the main building in Los Gatinos.
The next few minutes were filled with the confused blur of checking in and getting bags together on a small jeep which was to take them to the cabins nestled high in the Mexican hills that served as 'rooms' for the pampered guests of Los Gatinos. In spite of the late hour, Bobbi breathed in the cool fresh night air and felt perceptibly better. This was what she needed
... the surroundings of the beautiful resort hotel would help to sooth her battered nerves.
She and Larry climbed into the back of the gaily painted jeep and a wirey Mexican 'bellboy' ... drove them at break-neck speed through the lush undergrowth, around winding curves until they came to the area where their cabins were located. Larry's cabin was several yards from Bobbi's....but they shared a small private pool filled with deep clear blue water that was illuminated from below.
"Whew...." Larry exclaimed...."Ain't that somethin ... look how the rich folk live. It's a good thing we get a discount ... otherwise, nice as my salary is I wouldn't be willing to part with what they're getting for a split second of Los Gatinos ... much less 5 days...." Bobbi looked at him in surprise...."Five days?"
"Yeah, that's how long you'll be here isn't it? I know Margo had a nice five days mapped out for herself down here ... I was even supposed to take her out for dinner. But you'll do as a substitute!" He laughed and turned away, walking down the grassy slope. "See you at the pool in ten minutes...." he called over his shoulder, as he slowly walked to his cabin, all the while whistling through his teeth. "But its almost 2:30 in the morning" Bobbi said....
But Larry had already gone into his cabin and closed the door behind him. With a sigh of exasperation, she turned and entered her own cabin. It was a nice sized room with twin beds and an ultra modern bathroom, and that was all. Bobbi immediately started taking off her uniform ... the pool certainly did look wonderful, she thought, perhaps a dip would be pleasant ... and besides Larry didn't seem too pushy. He wouldn't intrude too much on her private thoughts.
He must have realized that she wasn't the kind of girl that he was used to dealing with because of what had happened in Dallas the other night. Once more she was glad she had stopped things before anything else had happened. She pushed all the thoughts and images of Marshall way to the back of her mind ... and looked through her bag for her bathing suit. She pulled out the tiny flowered bikini ... and after removing her underthings, stepped into the panties, pulling the tiny swatch of material up over her hips, where it fit snugly over her curves....
The gently rounded shape of her pubic mound was clearly delineated by the taut fabric, and her round buttocks were cupped by a sling of brightly colored flowers. The bra fit over her pale breasts, allowing their fullness to explode over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them underneath. Bobbi surveyed herself in the mirror, pleased with the image she saw there ... and then she stepped out onto the flagstone of her terrace. Larry was already in the pool....
She could see him splashing and diving like a dolphin in the beautiful aquamarine water. Around them the night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a sparkling sapphire in the center of the thick foliage that surrounded the cabins. The nearest people were a quarter of a mile away, around another curve in the road, and there was utter silence except for the aquatic noises that Larry made in the pool. Bobbi walked slowly down toward him, until she stood at the concrete edge of the water. Larry saw her and called to her. His black curly hair was plastered on his head making him look very different. As he bobbed up and down in the water, Bobbi could see that his chest was covered with a mass of black curls. How strange she thought, being used to Marshall's comparatively hairless chest. She laughed aloud...."How funny you look!"
"What?" Larry spluttered, bobbing up out of the water again...."Funny ... what do you mean funny ... if you're going to start your vacation with insults...."
"I mean because of all that hair ... you look wetter than most people!" she laughed again ... and then realized with surprise how good it felt to laugh. It seemed as though she hadn't even smiled in months ... although she had given a good imitation of it to her passengers on the plane. She was just getting ready to gently glide herself into the pool from her position at the edge when Larry grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her into the water. Bobbi sank down, down into the clear translucence of the pool, and opening her eyes, she could see Larry swimming down with her....when she reached the bottom, she pushed with her toes against the hard concrete and holding, her breath all the way went soaring up to the surface.
Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, laughing all the while, as Larry came up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to the bottom. They swam and played for a long time ... never speaking more than the playful words of water games, shrieking and crying out with mock terror. Bobbi had not had such fun in a long time, and it was all even more magical since she had been so unhappy.
It was wonderful and innocent, and Bobbi was completely relaxed; the air was the same temperature as the water and her body felt alive and vibrant.
Then, suddenly as the two of them were rising toward the surface of the water, Larry's arms were around her and he was pressing her body close to his ... and there was nothing she could do about it as his lips pressed onto hers and they rose as one body to the air. All thoughts of twisting away from him were lost as Bobbi felt a thrill course through her entire body and she thought that she would melt, from the heat of the flame that rose inside her. The contact of Larry's long, lean body against hers caused an electrical current to run from the tips of her toes to her finger tips.
Larry could feel that there would be no resistance in her this time. He continued to explore her wet mouth with his tongue as he took them both down beneath the surface again. Half-way down, he undid the top of Bobbi's bathing suit so that her full breasts swung free in the water ... gently he massaged the pointed tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement of his touch.
His large hands kneaded and molded as Bobbi's wet bare flesh slid beneath his fingers and they performed a dream-like water ballet, locked together in each other's arms, turning and twisting in the solitude of the blue water. Bobbi felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her. She had never felt anything like it before ... his hardness against her softness, the warmth of him in the cool water. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her spine. Her tongue eagerly explored the inside of Larry's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her, as though she were an entirely different person ... and when Larry floated them both over to the edge of the pool, Bobbi was as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for him.
She felt like a character in a novel, or some mythological creature, a mermaid perhaps ... being made love to by a water sprite, or by Neptune himself.
By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Larry's shoulder, relaxed and contented ... all memories of her true personality magically submerged while his hands began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly glistening stomach. He brushed his fingers lightly over her, creating an imaginary line down to her bathing suit there where the material spanned the width of her hips. Then he touched her arms, her sides, her neck, all tenderly and with great care, savoring each little portion of her, so that every inch of Bobbi's body became hypersensitive and each touch seemed to burn a piercing hole deep down to the center of her quivering flesh.
She moaned softly as she felt Larry's hands pulling at the tight bottom of her bathing suit. Her breasts shook ever so slightly as she breathed in deeply and lifted up her buttocks from the ground so that the material could be more easily removed. Larry pulled slowly and she could feel the bikini being peeled off bit by bit ... first rolling down her thighs, over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom ... she lay completely naked, exposed fully to his lustful gaze.
"Oh, baby, do you look nice...." he spoke for the first time since he had begun to make love to her, and Bobbi, opening her eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in Larry's dark eyes, his wet hair curled in ringlets around his head. There was no turning back now. She knew she was going to go through with it ... the whole thing. Her system demanded that she indulge its needs and a shudder of desire passed through her as Larry removed his trunks. He lay beside her never removing his eyes from the sight of her nudity, stretched out before him on the grass.
She looked as though she were made for loving, he thought as he gazed at her. The full ripeness of her breasts, the tapering of her torso ... her slightly indented belly button set in a gently curving stomach ... the triangular patch of soft blonde hair between her thighs ... the long smooth, perfect legs ... just the way he liked them, slender tapering to small ankles, small sensual feet. He watched as Bobbi's toes contracted with the pulsing of the impassioned blood that flowed in her veins.
They lay scarcely moving for a long while, anticipation rising between them, creating a heaviness, as though they were somehow attached to each other by invisible waves of desire. Then Larry bent over again and skillfully kissed her passive mouth for minutes on end, and still kissing her, his mouth seemingly glued to hers, he rolled on top of her and pressed the tip of his huge bulging cock to the entrance of her vagina, letting it stay there between her spread legs without entering her. His tongue pushed in and out of her mouth as he began an almost imperceptible motion with his hips, letting the full weight of his chest bear down on Bobbi's soft breasts. Instinctively, Bobbi's hungry denied hips began an answering motion, up and down and then sideways back and forth. She made small but insistent jerky movements while she began to furiously suck on Larry's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat.
Larry's huge swollen cock strained at the entrance of her streaming passage ... the tight hole giving a little more with each movement the two lovers made.
"Larry!" she cried out, when at last he pulled his mouth from hers. "Larry!" and knowing what she meant, Larry gave a grunt and shoved into the pliant circle of Bobbi's vaginal lips with all his strength. The tip of his cock forced the entranceway wide open and the long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. He plunged in to the hilt, feeling the smooth tip of her cervix way at the end of her cunt as the round ring-like muscles rippled crazily around his rock-hard penis.
"Oh yeah!" he groaned. She felt even better than he had imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His giant member jerked inside her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her at the very second it touched the end of her vaginal passage. But Larry knew, that as good as it felt right then, he was going to make it feel even better!
Bobbi let out a piercing cry of ecstasy as Larry's cock filled her with its bulk. She became wild, wriggling her hips as though possessed, screwing herself up so that even more of him could enter her. She acted as though she wanted to devour him, bucking beneath his weight, swinging her long legs around his back so that her cunt was an open tunnel of warm, hot flesh for him to barrel into. She held her arms about his neck in a vise-like grip, pulling him even closer to her, while his hands went beneath her twisting buttocks, kneading them, pressing, spreading the cheeks and manipulating her willing flesh to his will.
Bobbi's teeth were clenched, her eyes tightly shut as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. She gave another yelping cry as Larry almost bent her in half, forcing himself up on his knees as he screwed into her upturned cunt. His driving cock thrust forward another half inch, where there seemed to have been no more space before, and Bobbi could feel his hanging testicles slapping against her buttocks with each new push.
She was completely overcome by the instrument that skewered in and out of her loins causing sweet vaginal juices to flow from her hot orifice all around Larry's big prick. Her pussy was soaking wet and soft wet noises sounded moistly each time Larry's stiff cock pounded into her.
"Oh God...." she moaned. "Oh God!" Her fiery pussy hungrily engulfed his throbbing cock while her entire body twitched beneath him. Bobbi's legs were bent way back over her head, and each time Larry fucked into her his curly chest hairs brushed against her chin and mouth, making her breathe in the pungent odor of his sweat.
They moved in perfect time together, both moaning and groaning their delight with each other, climbing to greater heights of passion.
"Oh, don't stop ... don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Bobbi cried out. It felt so good, she wanted him to go on forever, mashing her, crushing her beneath him, filling her burning cunt so fully that she could hardly bear it. Her face was twisted in a lewd expression of joy as Larry's chest hairs skidded again and again over her face and his cock beat harder and harder inside her ravaged pussy.
"I knew you were a hot little bitch...." Larry said under his breath. He could feel all of her muscles tightening around his thick cock, as her entire body began to stiffen as the waves of an approaching orgasm reached her.
"Oh ... Nowwww!" she cried. "Now! I'm cumming ... right now!"
The blunt end of Larry's prick embedded itself in Bobbi's womb as she bucked like a wild bronco, her swollen cunt walls pushed to the very edge of excitement. Strange babbling noises emerged from her lips as Bobbi mindlessly executed an obscene orgasmic dance.
"Oooooooh ... so ... gooooood! Sooo Goood!" she cried, digging her nails sharply into Larry's back, her own body arched as she strained hard toward the peak of the wild orgiastic spasm.
"Okay, honey. Here it comes!" Larry cried. He felt his sperm shooting out from his balls in a hot stream of molten lava, running the length of his long thick cock and spurting out great jerking jets deep into her cunt, filling her with its burning wetness. Still he stroked on and on, thrusting again and again into her quivering belly.
"Aaaaaaagh!" he screamed, rearing back on his knees and pulling her writhing pelvis down on his spurting cock until the last drops of liquid had exploded deep into her white quivering belly.
He collapsed in slow-motion, falling onto her as Bobbi unbent her cramped legs and let them rest on either side of Larry's spent body. They lay like that for a few moments, Larry's penis still deep inside the folds of Bobbi's blonde hair-lined pussy.
Bobbi lay beneath him, panting as the intense sensations slowly ebbed from her exhausted loins. She had never felt anything like it ... never. She could hardly believe it. She felt shattered, torn apart by this new man who had conquered her body so completely.
"Did you dig it?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear.
Bobbi tightened her grip around his neck. "Oh, I love you ... I love you!" she said, before she even realized what she was saying.
Suddenly she let loose of him as the full importance of the words came to her. This wasn't Marshall ... it was Larry ... almost a stranger, and she was telling him that she loved him! What about Marshall? A perfect image of her husband in bed with Carla formed in her mind and tears rushed rapidly to her eyes.
"Oh no! Oh no!" she cried, and tried to pull away from Larry. But he was starting a gentle back and forth motion again. His deflated member began to grow in size once more filling up the widely stretched walls of Bobbi's sensitized pussy, causing new and delicious frictions that built until the awful thoughts of Marshall disappeared and all that she could think of was what was going on inside her. Her legs went up and wrapped around Larry's hard, muscular back and his cock gained another few centimeters in circumference as she moved against him.
"Oh, darling ... darling!" she said as the beautiful feelings began rising up again with even greater intensity than before.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sun streamed in through the narrow slits of the Venetian blinds, forming a yellow and white pattern across Bobbi's bed. Even before she woke up, she was smiling. Sounds of tropical birds drifted into the room, and then there was a knock at the door.
Suddenly, all of the night before came back to her with startling clarity. She seemed to feel Larry's huge cock still stuffed between her legs, reaching high into her vagina. She blushed a deep crimson at the memory of how they had made love by the pool until dawn.
The knock came again ... this time more insistent.
"Just a minute!", she called, climbing out of bed. But before she could get to the door, it was opened and a sallow-faced Mexican youth peered in. Bobbi quickly grabbed up the sheet to cover her nakedness, but she knew from the expression on the boy's face that he had seen everything.
"I have letter for la senorita...." he said, still looking directly at her. He had never turned his eyes away once.
"Leave it there ... there...." she pointed brusquely at a small table beside the door. How annoying, she thought. The boy left the note and closed the door behind him.
"Si, senorita ... gracias...." he said before it closed completely.
"Gracias?", thought Bobbi. Why on earth was he thanking her, she wondered. She went over and picked up the note. It was from Larry.
"Will be back to pick you up at 2:30 ... have breakfast without me. You are too much, honey ... too much."
A violent thrill ran through her as she stood there reading the note. She had a lover. It seemed absurd, but it was true ... she had a lover. Everything was happening so quickly ... she could hardly grasp the reality of the situation ... but one thing she knew. She wanted nothing to do with Marshall any longer. She was filled with Larry ... every pore, every cell in her body was possessed by him after last night.
* * *
Bobbi soaped herself in the shower, thinking about all that had happened. It was like a dream come true. After going through the torments that that louse of a husband had caused her ... to be lucky enough to find a man who really appreciated her almost immediately!
The water was warm and soft and it splashed onto her face and slid down her body rushing to the drain in the floor. She smoothed the soap up over her breasts ... they were very tender and sore from Larry's hands.
"Ohhhhhh....", she moaned, letting her hands drop down to the sensitive entrance to her vagina. She groaned again as her finger probed the soft sensuous spot between her legs.
"Mmmmmmm....", she cooed....it had been so good. But feelings of shame and guilt kept flashing into her head, interspersed with delicious memories called up by her exploring fingers. After all, she was a married woman and had defiled her marriage vows. What was happening to her anyway?, she thought. Was she turning into a wanton woman ... a nympho? But still her finger ran lightly over the groove of the narrow slit that had been so thoroughly plundered by Larry only a few hours ago. Finally, she tore her hand away, turned off the splashing water and stepped out. A full-length mirror faced the bathroom wall and she caught sight of her creamy voluptuous body flushed from the warm water that had just pummeled it to a rosy pink. She was beautiful, like a Botticelli nude, and Bobbi suddenly burst into song, she felt so good and her mind pushed the guilt aside. She couldn't remember when she had felt this good before. When she stepped out of the bathroom, the breakfast she had ordered was waiting for her on the table in her room. She sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in her terrycloth robe and lifted up the stainless steel lids.
The hot steam rose to her face bringing the delicious scent of scrambled eggs and sausages to her nostrils. She was ravenous! Freshly squeezed orange juice and pineapple spears ... hot rolls and butter and the sun, streaming in through the window. Outside she could catch a glimpse of huge palm fronds standing tall against a clear blue sky. She felt wonderful, as though a whole new chapter of her life was beginning. No more fights and arguments with Marshall....the nerve of him, she thought as she remembered certain arguments they had had. The nerve of him! But that was in the past now, she reminded herself....she wouldn't have to put up with any of it anymore. When she got back to New York, she'd see a lawyer right away....there was no point in delaying it....things had gone far enough already.
* * *
When Larry arrived, she was dressed and waiting for him outside the cabin, lying in a lounge-chair that tilted way back, hoping to get a good start on a tan. He came tearing up in a Los Gatinos jeep, screeching to a halt in front of her terrace.
"Hi, beautiful!", he called out. "Hop in...."
Bobbi jumped into the jeep, excited by the prospect of a long drive into the country. Larry was wearing dark sunglasses, slacks and a short-sleeved shirt and he looked very handsome. Bobbi observed him in silence as they drove out the entranceway of the extended estate of Los Gatinos. She wasn't quite sure how to approach him. Larry remained silent too until they had switched cars, climbing into a long white Pontiac convertible that he had rented earlier in the day and were racing along on the highway.
"I hope you don't mind a long ride....", he said finally.
"Oh, no. Not at all ... I was hoping we'd drive a long way."
"Good!", Larry answered. "I've got some business near San Marcos ... it's about fifty miles south of here." And with that, he stepped on the accelerator and the powerful car leapt forward, plastering Bobbi to the back of the leather seat.
The heat pounded down on them, and no matter how fast they went, it stayed with them. The speed created a breeze, but it was a 100 degree breeze.
Bobbi could feel the perspiration dripping from her, inundating the leather beneath her. She nervously watched the speedometer and was alarmed when she saw the needle approaching 100 miles an hour. Fortunately, the road was fairly straight and there were very few other cars on it. And Larry seemed to know what he was doing. It looked as if he had often driven the road before.
Bobbi relaxed, thinking that if he could handle one of those big jets, he could certainly manage a little thing like a car.
Larry kept looking straight in front of him, never speaking, and the fact that he wasn't saying anything began to worry her. What was he thinking, she wondered. Had he felt any of the same things she had felt last night? He must have, she thought ... but then as his silence continued, doubts began to form again. Suppose he didn't like her at all ... but then he had written that note this morning ... maybe that was just a form of politeness....
While these thoughts circled in Bobbi's head, the car carried them so fast that she could hardly make out the scenery that rolled past them. Beautiful brown Mexican ladies washing clothes in streams beside their small living shacks ... young boys holding Iguanas up by the tail. Every time Bobbi saw one of the ugly lizards she shivered. There was something terribly repulsive about them. She was beginning to grow uneasy about the whole trip when after rounding a curve, Larry thrust his fingers up under her skirt. She offered no resistance to his hand. It was a relief to know that he did want her....that she hadn't made a mistake by sleeping with him the night before. She felt herself melting inside as first he fondled her knee and then went further, his fingers skidding on the wetness of her perspiration covered thighs. He continued on until he reached the silkiest point of her skin, almost touching the elastic of her panties, where little tendrils of blonde pubic hair peeped through.
She heard him draw in his breath quickly before his fingers moved boldly forward, slipping under the elastic and into the hot moisture of her vaginal slit. Bobbi gave a gasp as she felt him teasing and probing about among the delicate fleshy folds of her pulsing cunt. For a moment she was shocked. What if someone should see them! But then she realized that the only way anyone could see would be if they were in a helicopter directly overhead. With a small sigh, she relaxed, leaning her head back on the seat, while Larry gently wormed his fingers about in her panties without once moving his eyes from the road; casually perusing her private parts as though they were his for the taking. The combination of the heat and the wild sensation in her groin was overwhelming, and Bobbi moved her head slowly back and forth on the leather of the seat, little moans coming from her slightly parted lips, while the hot wind buffeted her face.
Slowly her thighs relaxed even more, parting slightly as Larry's hand moved faster and faster and his foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. His agile fingers inserted themselves skillfully into the wet pit of her vagina, and Bobbi's breath came in short staccato gasps as she felt him finger fucking her higher and higher, stimulating the inner walls of her sensitive pussy, reaching toward the very end of the wet, open tunnel between her thighs.
Bobbi's back began to arch and her legs wriggled lewdly on the hot seat of the Pontiac, while inner juices from her aching pussy mingled with the sweat. The lustful feeling increased in her writhing loins at the very idea of what was happening. It seemed so wicked to be in an open, moving car, having such obscene things done to her. She squirmed and whimpered softly with each new jiggle of Larry's hand. She felt so vulnerable, so womanly ... nothing seemed to exist other than her vibrating joy-filled cunt, and the fingers that mercilessly explored its hidden caverns.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she cried out as suddenly she was cumming ... cumming gloriously, right there somewhere in the middle of Mexico, on a highway speeding at a smooth 100 miles per hour. It was incredible ... sweet and acute, like a knife of pleasure cutting a jagged path through her willing body.
Bobbi sat in the car and waited while Larry went into the broken down tavern. There couldn't have been more than 75 to 100 people in the entire town. It seemed to be a tiny fishing village as far as she could tell. She wondered why Larry would have business there. It seemed a most unlikely place to do business in. But he hadn't mentioned anything to her about who he was seeing there, so she hadn't asked.
Bobbi absent-mindedly watched two little children playing in the dirt outside the tavern. What a strange man he is, she thought while she waited. She was still overcome with emotion from their long ride from Acapulco. It was slightly embarrassing that she had gotten carried away in the car ... but Larry had scarcely seemed to notice.
He had kept on manipulating her quivering pussy until she had cum several times in succession; then just as casually as he had begun, he had stopped, removed his hand and replaced it on the wheel of the car. Five minutes later they had entered the little town ... and Bobbi was still recuperating from her recent ecstatic ordeal.
About 10 more minutes passed before Bobbi noticed three men standing at the open doorway of the tavern. She recognized Larry's tall figure outlined in the dark opening. Her stomach fluttered nervously. "How handsome he is!" she thought. The men he was talking with were short squat and ugly, making a startling contrast to Larry's good looks, but Bobbi scarcely looked at them, preferring to keep her eyes glued on the new man in her life. She could hardly wait until they were alone that evening, so that they could really make love. It was strange ... he seemed to be bringing out all of her sensuality in a way that had never happened before. Larry ambled his slow walk to the car, waving an adios over his shoulder to the two Mexicans.
They had a beautiful candle-lit dinner by the flowing fountains in the Los Gatinos restaurant, and afterward took a long walk along the beach. As the moments passed, Bobbi felt herself falling more and more in love with Larry. She was beginning to think that he could give her all the romance and excitement she had always craved and her own husband never tried to do.
"He understands me better than Marshall ever has," she thought as she gazed across the dark water at the bright sparkling stars in the sky.
Larry's arm slipped around her waist, and he drew her to him and kissed her a long while, letting his hands reach up under the thin material of her blouse to explore her breasts.
"O.K. sweetheart ... back to Acapulco! Let's see if we can make a little better time getting back." He jumped in the car and backed quickly away from the tavern, creating billowing clouds of dust as he turned the big car around and sped toward the highway.
* * *
"Mmmmmrn," he said, "Haven't seen these beauties in a long while." He tentatively twisted the tip of one rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Come on, baby ... let's go home!"
The words had a strange ring to them, and Bobbi vaguely wondered whether or not one day he would be saying that and meaning it.
"Make yourself at home, honey," he said, beginning to remove his shirt.
Bobbi sat on the edge of the bed. She was excited, but still a little nervous. She watched Larry as he removed all of his clothes. He was so open about sex! With Marshall, she had always insisted that they make love in the dark, and here she was with a man she hardly knew, who was taking off his clothes right in front of her with all the lights on! She wondered if he intended for her to do the same ... but somehow she could not bring herself to do it, so she sat there studying the pattern of the rug on the floor while Larry removed his last article of clothing.
"Aaah, that feels good!" he said, going over to the small ice-box that was an integral part of all the cabins. He removed a bottle of ice-cold gin and one of vermouth from its interior and mixed two very tall dry martinis for them.
Bobbi reached for her glass shyly, and then drank a great deal of the drink very quickly, partly from nervousness and partly because her throat felt curiously dry. Somehow everything seemed to be very hard now that she was alone inside with Larry. She had expected it to be like the night before, when everything had happened so naturally.
Larry sat down on the bed next to her. "Finding things a little harder tonight than last night?" he asked, putting his hand on the zipper of her blouse and pulling it all the way down.
"But ... how ... I mean?" Bobbi stammered, completely shocked by Larry's statement. Could he possibly be reading her mind ... did he know her so well that he could mimic her thoughts? But her words and thoughts were effectively stopped by his tongue pushing between her lips, forcing her head backward so that Bobbi had to lie back flat on the bed. Larry slipped her out of her blouse and removed her bra, exposing the pink nippled mounds of her heaving breasts to the air. Bobbi shivered at the feel of his hands brushing across them as he moved down to her miniskirt and pulled it off her hips, removing it completely and throwing it across the room. She was lying there, clad only in her black nylon panties already beginning to long for the feel of Larry's big cock inside her.
But Larry had other plans, for the moment at least. He stared down at her perfect body, his prick beginning to visibly stiffen.
"You little cunt....", he thought. "All you need is to have a little romance and you'll go for anything, won't you? I've had a million like you ... hypocritical little bitches, every one ... scared to admit you've got a cunt and you dig fucking. It's all got to be love sweet love."
"What are you thinking?", Bobbi asked interrupting his train of thought.
"I was thinking how beautiful you are....", Larry answered. "And how you ran out on me in Dallas after letting me diddle your pussy", he added to himself.
"Thank you....", Bobbi blushed.
"I've got a little surprise for you....", Larry said turning to the night table beside the bed. He opened the small drawer and took out a package.
"What is it?", Bobbi asked, sitting up. She was delighted. He had thought to get her a present already.
"Have a little more of your drink first", Larry suggested.
"Alright", Bobbi said sitting up and picking up her glass from the floor beside the bed and taking two small sips from it.
"More...."
Bobbi drank the remaining liquid in the glass and coughed as the cold gin burned down her throat. It hit her stomach with a jolt, making her feel slightly dizzy.
"Now close your eyes...."
Bobbi squeezed her eyes shut. She was amused by the ritual he was putting her through and thinking what fun he was when he stuck something between her lips.
"No ... don't open your eyes yet ... just inhale ... go on ... it's a cigarette ... a special cigarette."
Bobbi cautiously inhaled and felt a smooth stream of smoke entering her mouth.
"Draw it all in ... into your lungs ... waaaay down ... that's it. Now hold it in as long as you can."
Bobbi did as Larry instructed ... what kind of cigarette was it anyway?, she thought holding the sweet tasting smoke down in her lungs, even though she wanted to cough and spew it all out. Finally she could hold it in no longer and the smoke came pouring from her mouth and nostrils, but seemingly not as much as she had taken in.
"Wheeeew....", she said opening her eyes and coughing. She turned her head to look at Larry, but as she turned something seemed to shake inside her head as though there were something loose inside, like a solid shifting substance. Dizziness swooped down on her like a bird carrying her down with it.
"Oooohhh....", she said. " ... I feel ... so
"Nice....", Larry finished for her. "Take another drag ... come on....". He pushed the tip of the hand rolled cigarette between her lips again and Bobbi slowly inhaled the smoke. This time it was easier. She looked down at the cigarette. It certainly did look strange. It reminded her of something ... something ... she could not exactly place. Her thoughts seemed to be blurred. She felt a little like she was floating. The floor seemed very far away, as though she and Larry were giants.
"Why this is ... what's it called ... pot!", she exclaimed when she had released the sweet smoke from her lungs. "Larry, you don't know what you're doing ... I don't think...."
"Would I do anything to hurt you, baby?", Larry asked. His voice sounded to Bobbi as though they were both in a tunnel and she realized that of course Larry would never do anything to hurt her.
"Take some more", he was saying. She looked and he was puffing on his own cigarette. Well, she thought. He's taking it too.
"Okay", she said and giggled, putting the joint between her lips again. "It really tastes rather nice....", she said. "Actually it makes me feel very good!"
Suddenly she felt elated. Everything seemed to have changed. She felt free....Freer than she had ever felt in her entire constricted life. It was all so simple. All you have to do was be and everything would take care of itself! She was about to tell this to Larry when she felt his hand on her. He was on the floor in front of her.
"What are you doing?", she asked.
"Shhh....", Larry whispered. "Lie back and rest ... you'll see!"
Bobbi lay back on the bed, puzzled, but sure that everything would work out. The pattern on the ceiling was fascinating. She began to count the little dots ... but then she felt something odd. Her legs were being spread and her panties removed. How strange, she thought, he's not going to make love now....Now that I've gotten so involved with the ceiling. She started to explain this to him, but suddenly her legs were in the air and he had climbed onto her, upside down so that his big inflated cock throbbed directly over her face, his face burrowed between the pliant lips of her cunt.
"OOoooohhh;", she shrieked. "Aaaah....!" She felt pure unadulterated ecstasy as Larry began to shake his head back and forth at a profusion of fiery colors exploded behind her ripped to shreds by the rough beard on his chin and his face, while his tongue rubbed up and down on her pink, suddenly swollen clitoris. A profusion of fiery colors exploded behind her closed eyes as the sensations of pleasure and pain fused into one incredibly tumultuous churning desire. aaa ... faster ... aaa ... aaa ... faster ... do it faster...." Somewhere in her mind she was aware of the fact that she had never let Marshall do this to her. It had always seemed so dirty. How had she ever been able to think that something so wonderful as this could be dirty, she wondered....".Oh, faster....ooohhhh....", she wailed as Larry shook his head wildly between her spread thighs, egged on by her screaming. His lips sucked and lapped at Bobbi's slippery cunt while her hips bucked and twitched beneath his head.
"Oh, my God....my God....I've never ... neeeveer ... OOOOOoooohhhhh!!!!...."
Bobbi's wet body glistened as she thrashed about beneath him while over her head his huge blood-filled prick bobbed obscenely about her. She opened her eyes and saw the giant member twitching in front of her....the drooping hairy balls scraping at her forehead while the bulging tip seemed to be trying to spear her lips.
She knew what she was going to do before she fully understood what it meant. The drug had opened up entirely new vistas to her and she grabbed the huge cock between her fingers and positioned it so that it would fit into her mouth. She opened her lips as wide as possible and most of the massive penis slipped far into her throat making her choke with the enormity of it.
It had grown several times larger than she had ever imagined it could and her tongue was flattened to the floor of her mouth by it. Still, she sucked at it as best she could.
Larry moved his hips up and down so that the big cock worked in and out of her straining jaws, while she tried desperately to suck each drop of seeping liquid that oozed from the tip as though her life depended on the sticky substance. Her aching cunt was a pool of agony as Larry's tongue whirled about inside the tender areas of flesh. Tears came to Bobbi's eyes as joy flooded her body and she sucked with loud slurping noises of satisfaction at the passion inflated cock. She wished her mouth were twice as big so that she could take in even more of the wonderful staff that plunged deeper and deeper into her throat. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of their love-making as they went on and on, completely involved with each other's bodies.
Larry panted hard as his hot tongue darted in and out in a lewd lascivious rhythm of cunnilingus. Sliding his tongue along between the hair-lined pillows of her outer lips, he searched for the ragged pink entrance of her vagina. Finding it, he pushed the entire length of his tongue into her, stretching it to make it longer so that it would go as far as possible into her warmly quivering pussy.
"OOOOoooooooouuuuuuummmmmmm....", Bobbi moaned as she felt the tongue penetrating her like a tiny pliant prick, driving into her fiery cunt and making small circles, then plunging in and withdrawing again.
Larry listened to the lewd sounds of her moaning, his balls at the bursting point, hardly being able to bear the soft lapping of her tongue and lips on his cock as he slid in and out of her open mouth.
"Oh, honey ... yeah ... yeah....", he thought. "Yeah ... that's gettin' at it ... yeah!" He hated to pull out of her hot sucking mouth, but he knew he had to if he was going to continue with his plan. And lifting his head from her burning pussy and rising up on his arms, he withdrew his throbbing cock from her encircling lips.
"Oh, no ... no....", Bobbi moaned. " ... no ... please....come back ... give it to me....give it to me...." She felt as though the world had come to an end. She had thought that the sucking she was giving and getting could go on forever.
Larry leapt from the bed and stood towering above her. He looked down at his feet....Yes, the tape recorder was still going and he knew there were almost two hours of tape left on the reel. "Fine....", he thought. Now he had to get her to talk.
"Well, Bobbi Bower", he started. "I never would have dreamed you'd enjoy such a thing as a sixty-nine!"
Bobbi squinted up at him, dazed and confused in her euphoric state.
"Oh, Larry....", she pleaded. "Please come back...."
"Come back and do what?", he asked.
"Do what you were doing...."
"You mean suck your cunt...?"
There was a pause.
"Yes....", Bobbi answered in a small voice.
"Yes what?", he asked again, lighting another joint of marijuana and placing it between her lips, making sure she took in a good deal of the euphoria producing smoke. "Tell me what it is you want me to do....tell me", he ordered gently.
"Suck my cunt...." she blurted out as the bluish smoke drifted out from between her slightly parted lips. "Oh, yes ... yes ... suck my cunt ... please do it some more....it's so good ... please...."
"No", Larry said. "I think I'm going to fuck you now...."Would you like that? Like we did before ... Or maybe I'll diddle you like I did in the car this afternoon...."
Bobbi writhed on the bed. She had to have him back ... she couldn't understand what he was doing and had no idea that the tape recorder was going.
"Yes, please! Please!", she pleaded. "Oh, yes, Larry ... anything ... anything...."
"Let me hear you ask for it, honey", he said. "Say fuck me, Larry ... fuck me so hard I can't stand it!"
Dimly, Bobbi realized that Larry was playing some kind of a game and she wanted to play too, if only to please him.
"Fuck me so hard I can't stand it....", she parroted back at him.
God it was exciting!, Larry thought, smiling as he heard her mouthing the obscene words ... words that he knew she had never spoken before. The skin on his cock was growing tighter and tighter as he was afraid that he would cum all over her gorgeous young body just standing there listening to her.
He bent over and placed his veined and throbbing member at the open entrance of her pussy and pushed in slowly, talking to her as he went on.
"Say ... fuck my cunt ... please fuck it good!", he grunted, pushing in further.
Bobbi writhed and squirmed on the bed repeating after him.
"Oh, Larry ... it feels ... oh ... oh ... OH, fuck my cunt ... baby, please fuck it good!", she screamed as the gigantic rod filled her burning hole giving her an unbelievable pleasure. Her clasping pussy sucked his huge penis in, the muscles clamping around the massive swollen cock that sunk deep into her yearning loins. It felt as though his cock were at least two feet wide and that she was being stretched to enormous proportions.
"Now tell me everything that comes into your head, baby ... don't hold anything back....", Larry whispered hoarsely into her ear, letting his full weight fall onto her.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh....", Bobbi wailed. "Ooohhhh, it feels like a giant snake inside me ... Oh, fuck me ... fuck me...."
Larry began pounding into her with a savage fury. Angrily, he let his cock sink into her warm pulsating belly, sending shock waves of pleasure and pain shooting through her naked, twisting body.
"Ooooohhhh, it's like some huge animal ... like a St. Bernard on top of me....oh, yes ... yeeessss...."
Larry pulled his ramming rod out of her and flipped Bobbi over onto her stomach.
"You want to be fucked like a bitch in heat, don't you ... okay, sweetheart...." He pulled her backside up so that her mouth-white buttocks shone before him, and sharply parting the twin globes, placed the bulbous tip of his cock to her juice flooded cunt and shoved into her, slapping his pelvis hard against her upturned ass, digging deep into her wide-split crevice.
"Okay, you're a dog!", he yelled at her. "Now act like one. Let me hear you bark....bark like you know how good a fuck I'm giving you ... BARK," he commanded and Bobbi began the pitiful whining and barking of a sex-crazed animal so realistically that it nearly drove him mad.
Time had ceased to exist for Bobbi. She was so caught up in the 'games' that she scarcely remembered her name. It was only when Larry called her by name that she had a vague recollection of Bobbi Bower, airline stewardess. Other than that, the only existing reality was the red hot cock giving her all the satisfaction she wanted; had wanted; or would want in the future ... and it was all now.
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... thank you ... thank you....", she moaned over and over as the biggest cock in the world rammed relentlessly in and out of her inflamed cunt like a giant ramrod piston. "Aaaaaaaaaa....ssssss....", she hissed deliriously at each thrust. "Oh ... oh ... OOOOHHHHH....I'm cumming ... cumming ... fuck me....fuck me harder....now ... NOW!"
Every muscle in her body exploded as she felt the bursting of the powerful release within her. It lasted for what seemed an eternity and still she was cumming. There was another turn to it, another twist and the huge driving rod rammed into her twitching pussy still harder, and still she was cumming.
"OOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa....", she wailed as the sensation began to rise again rather than ebb away. "OH God ... OH GOD ... I'm still cumming ... cumming!!!"
Larry could stand no more as his giant cock jerked wildly inside her madly twisting cunt and he pummeled her, driving into her with all the stops out, feeling the hot jets of semen shoot out of his cock in a thick stream, filling her vagina with its sticky wetness as her animal wailing still rung wildly in his ears.
CHAPTER SIX
Bobbi sat on the terrace in front of her cabin, twisting a handkerchief between her fingers. She had a pounding headache. She had taken two Excedrins in an attempt to get rid of it, but they hadn't seemed to help at all. She squinted out into the glaring sunlight ... across the pool and down the slope she could just make out the roof of Larry's cabin. She couldn't remember all of what had happened the night before, but she did recall enough to make her very uncomfortable.
She had awakened that morning in Larry's bed, stark naked and uncovered, to find herself alone and feeling as though she had been through the torments of hell. Larry had left a note telling her he would return in the afternoon to take her for a picnic on the beach. But the thought of a picnic depressed her even more as she sat there biting her lower lip.
What had she done? What was that about ... what was it ... Oh, God, she thought ... a dog! Her head began pounding again and she went inside to take another pill. She resolved to tell Larry that she couldn't have anything more to do with him ... not after he had given her that drug and forced her to do those ... things. That wasn't the kind of man she wanted. What a terrible mistake she had made!
She sat down again and buried her face in her hands. Her face burned with shame as further memories rose from the depths of her mind. How could Larry have taken advantage of her like that?
Bobbi was still sitting there when Larry drove up in the jeep. He saw at a glance what she was going through and chuckled to himself before she lifted her head up.
"Hi, honey", he called out. "I've got lunch for us here in this basket, compliments of Los Gatinos. Only cost about thirty bucks, American."
Bobbi looked up at his widely grinning face. In spite of herself, she noticed again how good-looking he was ... and something stirred deep inside her.
"Hop in, Miss Muffet ... get off your tuffet!", he yelled jokingly at her.
Bobbi slowly got into the jeep. Why was he being so flip, she wondered. Couldn't he see that she was upset? Last night she had done things she had hardly even heard of before although she remembered that Marshall had tried to get her to do them when they were first married. She had always refused, but last night she had done them all and more!
She stared solemnly out at the deep green foliage of Los Gatinos as the jeep bounced along the steep, poorly kept roads. She would tell him when they were at the beach that there was no sense in her remaining in Acapulco any longer, that she must leave that night.
The sea loomed before them, clear and deep, deep blue. They turned down a steep gravel road that wound down to a beautiful secluded beach and soon they were on the sand, a large multi-colored blanket beneath them.
Bobbi spread out the lunch of fried chicken, salad and deviled eggs with ice cold melon for dessert while Larry opened one of the two bottles of chilled white wine.
Bobbi had a big wide straw hat to protect her from the sun, and was wearing the same tiny bikini she had worn the first evening they arrived. Over the suit, she wore a small coat of the same material that had come with it. She felt more secure with it on so she didn't bother untying it.
Larry smeared himself with suntan cream and drank down a big cupful of the wine. He grabbed a chicken leg and lay down to gnaw at it and soak up the sun at the same time while Bobbi sat glumly munching at a wing, her head pounding furiously.
Perhaps some cool wine would help, she thought, pouring herself a glass and drinking it down. And it did seem to help some.
Her finger traced nervous doodles in the sand as she cast side glances at Larry. She couldn't tell if he was asleep or not because of his dark glasses. To give herself courage, she poured herself another glass of wine and drank it down, and after a few seconds cleared her throat.
"Larry ... I've got to tell you ... I mean about last night....", she started. Larry didn't budge.
"Larry", she started again. "I ... I want to go back to New York ... tonight ... tomorrow at the latest...."
Larry sat up brusquely.
"Damn, you piss me off!", he yelled.
"What?", Bobbi jumped.
"I said you really piss me off! Why do you all of a sudden want to go back today when yesterday you were thinking there'd be nothing better in life than to be fucked by my cock? Answer me that!"
Tears of shock and anger welled up in Bobbi's eyes and began to stream down her face.
"Why are you talking to me like that?", she screamed. "You're the one ... you gave me...."
"Oh, shut up!", Larry shouted, grabbing her wrists. "You little cunt ... I'll show you just what I mean. Take off that coat." He jostled her about, pulling at the little coat that covered her bathing suit. Bobbi struggled to get away from him, but he was too strong for her as he ripped the coat down from her shoulders and threw it into the sand.
"You're a monster ... a monster....", she screamed. "Let go of me!" She tried to scramble away on her hands and knees, but he caught her by the legs and pulled her back, pushing her face down into the blanket with one powerful hand while the other ripped down the bottom of her bikini.
"You don't think I can make you want it?", he hissed. "Just watch...." His eyes red with lust and anger, he jabbed his fingers into the exposed opening of her quivering cunt, sliding them into the warm passage and then rotating them around inside the moist smooth walls.
Bobbi screamed with all the lung power she had, but it only came out a muffled groan as Larry continued to push her face down into the blanket. Terrified, she tried to kick and claw out at him. She couldn't get enough air and she was afraid she would smother if he didn't let her up.
Larry released some of the pressure on her head and continued jabbing his fingers into her pliant flesh. Bobbi sucked in a great breath of air and contracted the white moons of her buttocks in a desperate effort to resist him. She tried kicking her legs out, but that only helped him get further into her.
"Aaaaaagggg....", she cried out in pain as his rough fingernails scraped against her burning skin. His fingers were cruel and relentless as they slithered about inside her and his thick thumb moved about on the pulsating bud of her stiffening clitoris.
"Oh, no ... please don't ... please don't....", she cried out.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, honey", Larry told her. "I'm going to really turn you on ... whether you like it or not!"
Bobbi clenched her teeth. There was no one anywhere nearby to help her. She didn't know what to do. Larry had turned into a wild man. Her heart pounded fearfully in her chest from the frenzied exertion of trying to escape. They had learned at stewardess school to always remain calm in any emergency. Well, this was certainly an emergency, but she couldn't be calm about it. She had never thought it possible that anyone would talk to her like this, treat her like this. She could only hope that he would soon release her, but Larry had no intention of letting her go.
He began striking at her wriggling bottom with his other hand, while his fingers continued cruelly poking into her helplessly exposed pussy.
SMACK!, his hand landed noisily on the sensitive nakedness of her behind.
"NO!", Bobbi screamed. "NO!"
But he wouldn't stop. He continued slapping at her ass, just enough so that it would hurt, but not enough to really injure her.
Bobbi tried desperately to compose herself so as not to make him any angrier with her, but her buttocks burned with the stinging blows that Larry delighted in giving her and she became more and more hysterical.
"Please stop ... please", she begged.
"Come off it", Larry answered her. "You'll like it well enough in a little while...." He had freed his rock-hard cock from his bathing trunks, letting it stick straight out at a sharp angle from his slender muscular body. Roughly, he grabbed hold of the plump loose flesh of her ass and pushed until she rolled over on her back.
Bobbi looked up at him, her face contorted in pain and anger, eyes squinted up with hatred. It was like a nightmare. Larry stood above her, straddling her body, his enormous cock pointing in the air while she lay stunned beneath him. Then he was down on his knees, picking up her legs and spreading them wide.
Bobbi was frozen with fear as the huge rubbery head of his prick approached the entrance to her already inflamed cunt. She groaned as it touched her ... it was like a punishment for some crime she had committed. But she could think of nothing she had done to deserve such treatment. But it didn't matter now, she thought. Larry was going to fuck her to within an inch of her life ... and she knew it. Only he wasn't doing it out of love ... he was doing it out of hatred.
As he slowly entered her, Larry lost himself in the thrill of possessing her against her will. His breath came in great raking gasps as he pumped and twisted his tool into her, ignoring any pain she might feel. He pushed in with all the weight he had, skewering completely into her so that it felt to Bobbi as though someone had shot a rocket into her vagina.
"Uuuuunnnnnnnnngg....", she screamed, almost passing out from the pain deep within her quivering belly. She scrambled under him in an effort to escape him, but he held fast, each hand now grasping one rounded buttock, pressing his fingers hard into the springy cushions. He moved into her, his thighs hot against the undersides of her legs, pounding into her with great heaving blows of his massive prick.
Then, in spite of herself, something happened. Bobbi began to feel a mounting pressure in her groin. Larry was arousing her, just as he had promised he would. She tried to tighten her muscles so that it wouldn't happen, but that just made it feel even better.
The pounding she was getting felt better and better and somehow the perversity of it brought out a masochistic pleasure in her. It seemed as if she was getting what she deserved for having given in to Larry in the first place. She tried to suppress a lustful groan as the giant cock churned within her loins, but to no avail.
"Oh, God....", she cried out as she felt herself melting like butter on a hot stove.
"That's more like it....", Larry grunted, pushing her spread legs even further apart so that his prick stuck straight down into her, invading her still deeper as if he wanted, to split her in two.
"This is the beginning of a long association!", he said, pushing her buttocks up so that Bobbi's back began to ache from the pressure of being bent over backward. But inside her tingling pussy, it felt as though she were about to explode from the hideous pleasure ... the unwanted climax building up, sending out shooting sparks to every part of her tormented body. And each time Larry sank his cock into her trembling cunt, the sensations became more intense. She felt more naked than she had ever been, as though he were touching her very soul.
He dipped into her upturned cunt, impaling her like a captured butterfly and there was a pool of moisture on the blanket beneath her back from the combined sweat pouring off of them.
The pressure grew stronger and stronger and she knew that in seconds she would be a screaming, howling mass of flesh as licking flames of passion rose from her tempestuous pleasure-pit. Then in one startling moment, there was nothing.
Larry had pulled out of her, leaving her clawing at the air for the orgasm that had just been taken away from her.
"You see ... you little bitch....", he growled down at her. "If there were any walls out here you'd be climbing them!"
Tears of shame and frustration began streaming down Bobbi's cheeks and she doubled herself up, hiding her face in her arms.
Larry took the wine bottle out of the picnic hamper and took a long noisy slug from it.
"Don't worry, honey", he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I won't hurt you. You've got to fly back to New York in a few days and I want you in good shape. I'm counting on you to help me carry some dope back to New York."
Bobbi lifted her tear stained face to him. "Dope? You mean ... what I had last night? ... pot?"
"What?" Larry answered. "No ... that stuff wouldn't hurt a fly ... all you had was a little marijuana. No, baby, I'm talking about the hard stuff ... coke ... cocaine to you. That's where the money is ... that and heroin."
Bobbi sat on the blanket, shocked.
"You must be out of your mind to think that I'd help you....", she started.
Larry approached her and lifted his hand as though he were going to strike her. Bobbi flinched, once more raising her arms above her head, but instead of striking her, Larry swooped down and turned her over on her stomach again, ignoring her screams and cries for help.
"I'm going to give you a little taste of cock where I'll bet you've never had any before," he laughed cruelly and pulled Bobbi back into position.
He kneeled down behind her smooth oval buttocks and drew them apart with his hands. And so he wouldn't have to listen to her screams, he pushed her face back down into the hot blanket.
Bobbi was horrified as she felt Larry's index finger tracing a line down the narrow crevice of her naked buttocks. No one had ever touched her there before. It was awful. She winced and jerked her backside up when he dug his finger into the tiny puckered entranceway to her bowels, but the finger remained, poking harder and farther into the unused passageway, way up into her burning behind.
Larry was thorough enjoying Bobbi's writhing and moaning, moving his finger experimentally around in her rectum and pushing it in and out. She knew he was deliberately stretching her anus, and every minute movement his finger made felt as though she was being torn to shreds.
Larry's finger made a soft sucking noise as it was being released by the hard contracted muscles as he pulled it out of her. A great shudder of disgust rippled through Bobbi's body as she felt the finger being replaced by the tip of Larry's rock-hard cock.
"Get up on your knees!", he ordered.
Bobbi attempted to kneel up, knowing there was nothing she could do to protect herself and that he would do whatever he wanted with her. It was an awesome thought. She, who had made a point of always being so much in control of things, was now totally at the mercy of this madman. And she had no one to blame but herself.
Then suddenly, she was ripped apart as if a torpedo were being shoved into the tight aperture of her squirming rectum.
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrggggggg....", she screamed, pulling away, but Larry held her tight and pushed further into her straining rubbery hole.
"NO ... no, no, no ... it's too big ... it's too big ... you're killing me ... stop ... oh God, stop...."
But the blunt cudgel surged into her, traveling that last inch that mattered and Bobbi felt herself starting to black out. But then, the pain began to ease unexpectedly as he was all the way in and could go no further. Beyond the pain, it was the strangest thing she had ever felt. The unaccustomed sensation of having a rock-like object penetrating her rectum made her feel oddly wet inside. She was grateful that Larry stayed still, not moving his cock at all for several seconds, and she too stayed still, scarcely daring to move a muscle for fear of increasing the searing pain.
But the welcome rest lasted only a few seconds as suddenly he was thrusting in and out, controlling her by pushing her buttocks back and forth like a boot on his long spear-like penis.
The masochistic feelings she had had earlier began to return as each jolt began to bring out a weird forbidden pleasure. She was shocked to realize that she was even moving to meet him of her own accord. And although she couldn't understand how or why it was happening, she was beginning to feel something similar to what she felt when he made love to her the regular way, only it was different. The perverse sensations grew stronger and she began to be glad that it was hurting her and then because it was hurting her, it started to feel good.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh", she gasped, undulating her buttocks in a small circle. There was nothing worse he could do to her, she thought. She had already sunk lower than she had thought possible. It must be true! She was a whore ... Marshall had been right all along. That must have been what he meant, she thought, as she could feel her body responding to Larry's perverse rectal attack ... she could feel it, but she seemed to have no control over it.
Larry stared down at the strange sight of his huge cock disappearing into the reddish brown hole of Bobbi's churning ass. His cock was a swollen dark purplish color from the tight contractions of her virgin anal canal. He was wildly excited by the sight as well as the feel of what was happening. He could feel her responding to him and he knew she was starting to enjoy it. He even forgot temporarily that she had angered him so much ... right now, she was a cooperating sex partner and he was determined to get as much out of her as he could. He could hear her muttering incoherently as his prick ravaged her, throbbing far into the darkness of her rectum.
The heat and the wine and the sight of her smooth creamy ass jiggling up at him combined to make him almost dizzy.
"Oh, yeah, honey ... this is good....", he hissed. His balls ached with fire and he felt as though he would explode any minute, but still he drubbed into her, sweat pouring off of him into the air. It felt as though he had never fucked before ... almost the way he had felt when he had his first woman, and then the spine-chilling feel of semen stirring in his testicles gave way to excruciating delight as he felt the hot, burning stream shoot out of his burning cock, far, far into the damp interior of Bobbi's gyrating ass.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"FUCK ME SO HARD I CAN'T STAND IT!"' the tiny tape recorder reproduced Bobbi's voice perfectly broadcasting it loudly throughout the room.
"Oh, please turn it off ... turn it off. I can't stand it!" Bobbi covered up her ears so that no more of the lascivious tape would reach her.
"Now you see, honey....", Larry said after he had turned off the tape. "Now you see why you're not going to the police. Who'd believe you anyway after hearing that. Plus I'll make sure your supervisor gets one ... Trans-Continental doesn't like to think that their girls do such things ... and your husband ain't gonna be none too thrilled when he gets his copy of this little tape. I wonder if he knows just exactly how much of a little whore you are!"
"I'm not ... I'm not!", Bobbi screamed, tears streaming down her face.
But it was true. He had managed to make her like the hideous things he had done to her on the beach. Before that, when she had thought she was in love with him, her response to him had some justification, but afterward ... there on the beach ... It was humiliating and shameful and there was absolutely no way she could explain it to herself. And certainly she could never explain it to anyone else. Larry was right.
Bobbi sat collapsed in the big chair in her room where Larry had brought her after their beach sojourn. Her rear passage still ached from the plundering he had given her there on the sandy beach.
"I've got to get out of here....", she thought. "I've got to get away from this maniac!"
But Larry was coming toward her again.
"Come on, sweetheart ... get yourself cleaned up. We're going for a drive into town. I don't think I can trust you to stay here by yourself just yet!"
There was nothing for Bobbi to do but to follow his instructions. In a daze, she got up and went to the shower. She wondered how on earth she had ever gotten herself into such a mess. It was insane, but she would have to go along with him until she could figure out how to get away from him, and she knew she would have to get hold of those tapes before she could do anything!
She stood in the shower for nearly fifteen minutes letting the water soothe her frayed nerves. She had never thought such things really happened in this day and age ... smuggling drugs! What would her mother think about that! Visions of Marshall passed through her head. If only she could telephone him, he would help her. Even if he had been unfaithful, it all seemed mild compared to what was happening to her now! But would he help her if he knew the full truth?
Larry waited for her in the bathroom. "Come on ... you're clean enough!" He threw her a towel as soon as she had turned off the water and she dried herself while still standing in the shower. She couldn't bear the thought of him looking at her again. Too much had happened already ... far too much.
"Where are you taking me?", she called out angrily from the bathroom as she put on the dress that Larry had chosen for her from her suitcase.
"We're going to visit some of my backers. I am sure you will like them ... and they will like you too!" Again the hideous laugh that sent chills up Bobbi's spine. What an incredible monster he was. Hatred swelled inside her ... more hatred than she had ever felt herself capable of feeling.
* * *
The white Pontiac wound in and out of the back streets of Acapulco, finally stopping in front of what looked like an old warehouse that stood next to a broken down bar.
The violent cursing and shouting spilled out onto the streets as Bobbi sat stiffly beside Larry in the car, resisting an urge to jump out and run. That would solve nothing, she realized. She had no proof against Larry anyway. She tried to stifle her fear as Larry led her into the dark entrance way of the warehouse, praying silently under her breath that she would soon be far away from Mexico and safe in her apartment in New York.
Once they were inside the vast empty warehouse, Larry led her into a small room in the back of the building but it appeared to be kind of an office, but it was too empty.
"Sit down....", Larry said, motioning her to a chair in one corner of the room. He walked over to a wooden desk across from her and sat down behind it.
Bobbi never took her eyes off him. She sat frozen with fear in the yellow light from one dim bulb that hung from the ceiling, casting ominous shadows about the room. She watched as Larry pressed a button beneath the desk and sat back as if he was waiting for something to happen. A few minutes later, a door creaked open lighting the desk, and in the doorway stood one of the fattest men Bobbi had ever seen. A huge Mexican, dressed in baggy pants and a sweat-stained short-sleeved shirt. He wore a crumpled brown hat that tilted at a crazy angle on his head, bright beady eyes glistened above his long drooping mustache.
Judging from the noise coming through the door behind him, Bobbi realized that it was a connection between the bar and the warehouse. The Mexican stood framed in the door, gazing laconically at Larry and Bobbi while smoke and loud music poured into the tiny office.
"Buenas noches", he said finally, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
Bobbi tried to listen carefully while the two men were talking, but they spoke in low grunts and whispers, and she could only make out a word here and there. She realized though that Larry was making arrangement for the final pickup of a package ... the package he expected her to carry on board the plane for him. He knew that she would stand a far better chance than he going through customs with it. Customs tended to be more thorough with the pilots and co-pilots than they were with the stewardesses for reasons no one had yet been able to figure out.
Bobbi felt as if the walls of the tiny room were closing in around her. It was so hot and stuffy that every now and then, she raised her hand to her forehead to wipe the beads of perspiration away. Suddenly, the two men burst into laughter, and she realized with alarm that they were looking at her. What was going on? What were they saying?
"Vamos a ver!", she heard the big man saying in Spanish. "Vamos a ver!"
He stood up with some difficulty due to his tremendous size, and opening the door to the bar, slowly disappeared into the blue haze of smoke. Bobbi hoped it meant that she and Larry would soon be leaving, but Larry didn't seem to be making a move to go. He sat puffing on the cigar that the fat man had given him, his feet now propped on the desk in front of him, the chair tilted back in a good imitation of the many movie villains to which he had been exposed in his youth.
"Are we leaving now?", Bobbi asked nervously.
"No ... not just yet. It seems you've made a conquest! Our friend Luis....", he gestured with his thumb toward the door. " ... wants to give a small party for you. I of course told him how sociable you are. A gem and a pearl!"
"No, Larry ... what do you mean? ... no ... NO!", realization slowly dawned on her. "I've got to get out of here!"
Bobbi jumped up from the chair screaming, and ran toward the door leading to the warehouse and the outside. But Larry caught her just as she reached it and wrapping her arms around her, he held her squirming and twisting body and walked her back to the desk. He didn't care about her screaming. No one could hear, and even if someone did, they wouldn't care, screams being fairly common in that particular neighborhood where no tourist ever set foot.
Through clenched teeth, he spoke directly into her small, shell-like ear.
"Listen, honey ... there are worse things in life than getting a little nookie. No one's going to hurt you ... don't worry. You see, because of you, I'm getting a better price on this package. It's kind of a "package" deal, if you know what I mean." His laughter resounded harshly throughout the room. He held Bobbi tighter as she tried desperately to pull away from him, kicking out behind her with her feet, still screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally, he clamped one hand over her mouth so he could continue his speech.
"Okay ... now come on, sweetheart ... I was just getting ready to tell you something. If you're really good ... and believe me, my friends here know what really good means ... I'll make it worth your while when we get back to the states. You could use a little extra bread, couldn't you?"
Bobbi listened to the crude words, her eyes bulging wide with horror above Larry's big hand. It was pushing so hard against her mouth that she thought her teeth would pierce her upper lip. The roaring sound of her own blood racing through her ears was deafening as her heart pumped furiously in her chest.
She had thought the worst had already happened, but now she knew that the nightmare was just beginning. She watched terrified as the connecting door to the bar opened and the big fat man Luis returned, followed by two small seedy looking companions who looked so much alike they could have been twins. Bobbi recognized them from the tavern in the small town they had visited only the day before. Her mind reeled at the thought that these men might soon be touching her body. It just didn't seem possible ... but then, she had thought so many other things weren't possible before!
The three men grinned, displaying yellow rotten teeth. None of them had ever had a real blonde before, and they were all looking forward to it with an anticipation that showed on their sallow faces. Within minutes, they had gagged her and bound her hands behind her back with sturdy rope, twisting until Bobbi thought her wrists would break. All the stories she had ever heard or read about captive women whirled through her head while she was being trussed up like a turkey. She tried not to see the lewd glances and suggestive gestures of the three men, but it was unmistakable. Larry stood by watching impassively as the men spoke rapid Spanish to each other, so fast that Bobbi couldn't understand a word of what they were saying. She glared at Larry. If only she could get her hands on him, she would do her best to kill him! But there was no use even thinking about it. Luis was coming toward her.
He stood in front of her for a full minute looking her up and down and then without warning, spun her around and grabbed at her dress, ripping the thin material down off her back, stopping at her tied hands, and then pulling down what little fabric there was beneath her hands.
Bobbi shuddered violently as her bare skin was exposed to the gazes of the men in the room. She felt weak in the knees as though she might collapse at any moment. The men gasped at the sight of her succulent white buttocks gleaming through her transparent panties.
Luis ran his hands over Bobbi's fear-quivering behind, his fat fingers pausing to finger the plumpness of her cheeks. Bobbi could smell the foulness of his breath, the pungency of his sweat as he stood almost pressing against her.
She closed her eyes tight. There was nothing in her mind ... it was completely blank ... the ugliness of the little room with its human animals disappeared and she was standing in a field of flowers. Long ago as a little girl....long before she knew about sex....long before she knew about ugliness....
But her mental escape was interrupted by a sharp yank as her gag was removed and then the feel of something hard and cold was against her lips. Her eyes sprung open to see a colorless bottle of clear liquid being forced into her mouth.
"Tequila...!", a voice said in front of her. "Drink ... drink". She could do nothing but gulp and sputter as one of the almost identical looking small men emptied the bottle into her mouth. She gulped, trying to let most of the burning liquid splash to the floor, but a great deal of it went down her throat. When finally the men thought she had had enough, Bobbi felt sick and dizzy from the alcohol that seemed to be burning a hole in her stomach. The room seemed to be buckling and swaying before her" eyes, and she could barely make out the shadow of Larry's tall body, slipping out the door.
"I'll be back to get you in a while, sweetheart ... have fun!"
And then a hand was at her breasts, tugging at the material that still clung to her body, while another undid her bra, pulling it down so that her bare breasts were uncovered.
"Oh, God, let it be over soon....", Bobbi prayed.
A hand was ruffling through her hair.
"Bella ... que bella!"
Hands were fondling the full round orbs of her bosom. She was being lowered to the floor slowly.
"Oh, no ... no ... no...." She closed her eyes as she felt the hard wood floor against her back. A hand was running along her thigh while two hands continued to caress her breasts, softly manipulating the flesh, twisting the nipples with greater and greater pressure. The alcohol was racing through her system ... and the bitter taste of the tequila was still in her mouth. She felt more naked than she had ever been before. When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to see the nude form of Luis standing over her, with the two "twins" one on each side of her. She had never in her life seen anything so revolting as the sight of the yellow rolls of sagging flesh that hung from his huge body. It was gross. His big penis stuck out under his belly, and it was clear that he hadn't been able to see it in years, save in a mirror. As he got closer, she saw him slowly get down on his knees in front of her, groaning from the effort.
"Please ... please....", she cried weakly. "Don't do it to me ... please...."
Luis looked up and barked an order to his two henchmen. Instantly, hands were at her wrists, untying the ropes that bound her. But before she could even adjust to the new freedom, her legs were being spread wide by Luis' large, ham-like hands and he was gazing deep into her soft, blonde pussy. She struggled furiously, but they held her arms down on either side and she was completely helpless.
Bobbi screamed as she saw the enormous shape of Luis' body looming over her.
"Oh, no ... you can't ... you can't...."
But his shiny dark eyes glinted lustfully as his hulking body lowered slowly onto hers. The sound of his grunting was in her ears, his long hair and mustache brushed against her cheek as she felt his hands fumbling at her crotch ... then the full weight of him collapsed on her, squashing her painfully into the floor.
Bobbi felt a sickening feeling pervade her as she lay smashed beneath his corpulence. The fat fingers were still searching between her thighs for the entrance to her cunt. He was having trouble placing his cock.
"Oh, God....let him never find it....", Bobbi prayed silently, for she knew there was no use in screaming now ... they would do what they wanted with her and that was all there was to it. The disgusting feel of his dirty fingers slithering about among the delicate folds of her vagina nearly drove her crazy, and her dizziness seemed to be getting worse as she tried to keep her face as far away as possible from the Mexican's.
But he seemed to show no interest in kissing her. The main thing he was interested in was placing his fat cock in her tight blonde pussy, and he was having trouble. But finally, he found the entrance and Bobbi felt his finger slide into her vagina as the fat man cried out near her ear.
"Aaaaahhh....bueno! ... bueno! ... Mag-nifico!"
The crushing body grew even heavier on her and all the sounds he was making so close to her ear combined to deafen her as there was a sudden pressure and a thrust and a fiery pole was ramming up into her soft defenseless cunt.
"Aaaarrrggggg....", she cried out, desperately trying to contract her muscles in an attempt to keep him out of her. But it was no use. He was already slithering up, pushing her legs even farther apart, squirming his prick farther and farther, deeper and deeper into her, invading her private parts lustfully until he was fully inside her, his disgusting fat cock growing in size every second, boring forward into the tight canal of her helpless vaginal passage. She ached all over, especially in her back, from the hard wood floor that seemed to be growing harder beneath her every moment.
She began to moan and beg for mercy, but her small voice went unheard. There was no stopping Luis now that he had his big cock churning away deep inside Bobbi's velvety cunt, spreading the white creamy thighs wide. He pushed and pushed against her tightly stretched cunt while his mouth began nibbling at her ear and slobbering at her face while he groaned and moaned completely transported with his pleasure. His thick lips sought her mouth, yellow teeth biting at her lips ... the fat tongue probing between them.
Hot flashes of pain mounted from the drubbing of his cock inside her tormented cunt. It was like a searing hot torch being rammed into her, trying to split her in two.
Bobbi's head whirled as she tried to move
* * *
When Bobbi came to, the first thing she was aware of was the dull throbbing between her legs. She moved her hand down to her groin where it was wet and sticky as if someone had cum several times inside her. Then she remembered ... it had all seemed like a hideous dream. But even while she was unconscious, a part of her had been aware of everything that happened. Of how the fat man had plowed into her, on and on for what seemed like hours ... only to collapse upon her without ejaculating. Then another prick, a smaller one had been thrust inside her, much quicker than Luis' big cock, jiff ling high into her burning crotch, her arms, but they were pinned by the two leering onlookers. She tried to move her head, but it was pinned by Luis' plunging tongue, stabbing into her mouth. The entire lower half of her body was paralyzed, pinned to the floor by the amorphous, whale-like shape of her tormentor and she could take no more of it, and at last, a merciful blackness closed in around her. slipping in and out rapidly like a rabbit. Then came a high pitched squeal and seminal juices squirting deep into her abused vaginal passage. And he was pulled off and replaced by still another cock, this one longer than the others; it poked like a big stick into the hidden recesses of her swollen pussy, prodding tirelessly into her tender cervix until at last he too collapsed and jerked his final spasms into the warm cavern of her cunt.
Thankful that at least some of the horror had been spared her by semi-consciousness, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. She realized that she was still lying on the floor, her legs spread wide apart for all the world to see. But there was no one in the room. Immediately, she tried to scramble to her feet, but her legs were tied down. Slender metal chains bound her slim ankles, and they were attached to bolts that were screwed into the floor. Her fingernails tore wildly at the metal, but it was strong and ungiving.
"Help!", she cried. "Someone help me!" Her mind searched for the word for help in Spanish, but in her panic, she could not think of it. And then, she was suddenly silent, for the bar doors had opened and instead of a stranger coming to the rescue, it was Luis ... and he didn't look very happy. Bobbi remembered that the fat man had not reached a climax while he was on top of her and with a deadly certainty, she knew that that was why he looked so furious.
She sat up, slumped over, trying to hide her naked body as best she could in the awkward position she was forced to maintain. She was silent, fearing that if she screamed, Luis would become violent. She was already battered, but at least she was still alive and she wanted to stay that way.
The big man shuffled across the room, his feet causing the wooden floor boards to vibrate against the skin of Bobbi's naked behind. A rising fear gripped her as he got closer and then she saw that he was not alone.
Behind him, almost completely hidden by the bulk of his body, walked a small Mexican woman. She was dark-skinned and young with long black Indian hair, and she held her head proudly erect. She was beautiful, but Bobbi wondered ... was he planning to skewer them both on that God-awful prick of his?
Bobbi watched with surprise as the Mexican girl began to remove her clothes after Luis had given her a gruff command. First her blouse came off revealing large, full breasts with dark brown nipples the size of half-dollars. Then she reached down and undid the tie on her rough hand-woven skirt, letting it fall down to her feet. She wore nothing underneath, and the rough black patch of her pubic hair jutted out fiercely below her softly curved belly. Luis called the girl Marguerita, and Bobbi noticed how the girl's eyes sparkled with an angry fire when he said her name.
Luis settled his enormous frame in a wooden chair facing the two women. He was determined to get what he wanted from the young blonde gringa ... and he would go to any lengths to get it. Once more he had failed to reach an orgasm. It was beginning to happen more and more. But there was no reason why it should have happened this time other than the gringa's immobility. He might as well have been fucking a statue, he thought angrily. Well, he wouldn't let the girl off that easily. He had used Marguerita before, and it had worked. It was sure to work this time!
He barked out another order to Marguerita and the girl gave him a loathsome look of pure hatred and knelt down beside Bobbi, gently pushing the blonde girl back so that she was once more lying flat on her back, her legs still wide spread by the chain ankle-bracelets. Bobbi could not believe what was happening as the woman's hands began to touch and stroke her breasts. She shivered, it was awful! It was clear to Bobbi that the young Mexican girl didn't want to follow Luis' orders. There must be some terrible reason why she's doing this, Bobbi thought, cringing away from the girl's long brown fingers. But Marguerita was persistent, tweaking the nipples of Bobbi's sensitive breasts with determination.
"Mas! Mas!", Luis ordered, and the brown skinned girl let her hands roam down Bobbi's body, tracing tiny invisible fingernail lines across her rib cage and down along her stomach to the softly indented navel, pausing there to draw a small circle inside. The Mexican girl gazed deeply into Bobbi's eyes as Bobbi lay trembling with shame.
"How degrading", she thought, "How terribly degrading!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized that she would never ever be the same again. All of her life she would remember the things that had been done to her ... and this would be the worst ... the most immoral! She was no lesbian ... and neither was Marguerita, she could tell that, and yet the Mexican girl was forced to act like one and to treat her like one. Somehow that made things even worse, having this girl making love to her when she didn't even want to do it.
She lay there with her legs spread, her body growing more and more tense as the hands reached the curly tendrils of her cringing blonde pussy.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, "Oh, God!" She felt sticky and moist all over, and she could feel Luis' eyes boring into her staring at the two of them. She felt dirty and ugly and sicker than ever.
"Aaagh!" she cried out as Marguerita's fingers spread the tiny furred lips of her vaginal slit, exposing her clitoris even more to the air. Then the fingers were sliding softly over the growing bud, teasing it, tickling it, pulling at it.
Bobbi groaned and bit her lips. The softness of the woman's touch was strange. She had never felt anything like it. After all the rough tortures it had been through, her body was shocked by the change. It was odd, but it seemed to be reaching her on some other level ... a level that had never before been explored. The woman stroked her tenderly, almost as though Bobbi were a child, and she could sense a sympathy behind the light touches, as though the beautiful Mexican girl with the strong, grave features were speaking to her with her hands, telling her not to be frightened; that she wouldn't hurt her as the gross male monsters had.
In spite of herself, Bobbi could feel her vagina beginning to secrete the moist female fluids that signalled her arousal. Her clitoris expanded beneath the agile fingers as they worked on the delicate tissues, slowly but surely, gently massaging and caressing. Then Mar-guerita's fingers slipped into the wet opening of Bobbi's pliant pussy, plunging up, up into her ... softly scraping the walls as they travelled the full length of her warm, awakening vagina.
"Aaaaah, Buena!" she heard the Mexican girl sigh, as she lay beside her, her small body stretched out beside Bobbi's. The girl moved closer, climbing half-way on top of her, pressing her naked bosom against the quivering twin globes of Bobbi's breasts.
Bobbi felt the curious sensation of breasts pressing against hers, while Marguerita's hand still smoothed insistently around inside her tingling vagina. The combination was unbearable. It was comfort and warmth, it was mother love with sex added; everything she wanted and needed. Bobbi made one desperate last effort to control herself, as she thought of how they must look, the two of them there on the floor. And looking over Marguerita's smooth, golden-brown shoulder, she could see Luis standing over them like a mountain of flesh, closely scrutinizing every move they made.
It was then that Bobbi closed her eyes, blotting out the hideous view of Luis, and there was nothing left but the incredible perverted thrill of Marguerita's love-making. She abandoned herself to it as though she were drowning and Marguerita's slender body would keep her afloat.
Marguerita began to rub her dark hair-lined crotch against Bobbi's pelvis while Bobbi bucked beneath her as best she could, her legs straining at the chains that held them. She just didn't care anymore, nothing mattered. If they were turning her into a perverted creature, then she would be one!
She moaned as Marguerita increased her frenzied attack, shoving her hand in and out of Bobbi's lust-aroused pussy as though she were possessed by a demon, wriggling her shapely body, letting her pubic mound strike against the widely exposed area of Bobbi's reddened clitoris. Bobbi moaned over and over again, her pussy felt like one big longing ache as she strained against the heated friction both inside and out. Her buttocks tightened and then grew slack, only to tighten again, as she heard Marguerita utter a steady stream of incomprehensible words in a low husky whisper.
The four fingers that slithered up into Bobbi's tight cunt felt less and less like fingers and more and more like a cock pushing against the sensitive wet walls, pounding against the rounded protrusion of her cervix, high up at the end of her dark vaginal passage. Marguerita's dark breasts bobbed against Bobbi's pale breasts, causing Bobbi's passion to mount. She knew that there was no help for her now ... no saving her; and she was resigned to her fate, almost swooning again, but this time from the terrible floating sensation of pleasure that invaded her.
As she sunk deeper into her swoon, once more she opened her eyes, and through the wild flinging strands of Marguerita's sweet smelling black hair, she saw Luis towering over them, his hardened cock stuffed in his hand pumping away over their writhing bodies ... but this obscene sight too, perversely excited her. "So what?" she thought. "So What!"
Her hips struggled against Marguerita's, the pressure in her naked loins enveloping her.
There was no more shame ... only the precious body of the woman making her cry out, making her want to explode! She felt as though she was breaking, exploding. Oh God, it was sweet! So good! And she was released, falling into oblivion, cumming, cumming so completely that it was as if the heavens had released their hold on her, projecting her with a tremendous force into nothingness!
Luis stood watching, his perverted eyes glimmering, his prick clutched tightly in his hands. He had never seen anything like it in his life. He could see that Bobbi and Marguerita had forgotten all about him, and even though he was excited beyond his wildest dreams, he was even angrier than before. He ran his thick tongue over his dry lips, cursing to himself. He hadn't been able to make her react that way. She had lain beneath him, scarcely alive, as stiff as a board while he had fucked her!
Well, now he was going to fuck her and make her scream underneath him the way she was screaming under Marguerita. His big red cock was almost jumping out of his hands at the thought of being inside that silky blonde pussy again. Yet, he continued massaging it ... the massive prick that stuck out from his pants as he watched the two beautiful women. They were groaning their last spasms. Now it was his turn!
Still holding onto his huge cock and pulling wildly at the thick foreskin, rolling it up and down the long shaft, he stepped over and roughly pulled Marguerita off of Bobbi's still trembling body. He did not even notice the evil smirk that Marguerita gave him as she scrambled to her feet and went for her clothes. His beady eyes were glued to the sight of the pale gold hairs, wetly plastered to the soft mound of Bobbi's still slightly throbbing vagina.
Panting and sputtering, his hot breath spurting out like steam through his large dilated nostrils, the big man attempted to lower himself. He was going to cum soon, very soon ... but he had to make it into the little blonde cunt that was spread so temptingly before him, still warm from her orgasm.
He had made it down on his knees between the wide stretched wet thighs, when suddenly he could no longer control himself. He was cumming and he could not stop it.
"Aaaaaaiiiiii!" he screamed in a cross between anger and pleasure. This wasn't what he had wanted. It had to be inside! Inside! But it was too late, and the warm white fluid was shooting out, falling in big droplets along Bobbi's naked belly and chest. Great racking, sobs welled up inside him. God only knew when he would get another opportunity like this ... and it was gone. The American would be back for the girl any moment now! Big tears rolled down his face to mingle with the pools of sperm that trickled obscenely in tiny white rivulets off of Bobbi's helpless body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marshall sat staring at the television set; neither seeing or hearing any of the news that was blaring into the room. The light from the screen flickered across his immobile body, acting like some strange blue strobe light. The rest of the apartment was dark, as Marshall had been sitting in the same position for several hours, spanning the time between the first news at seven o'clock and now the late edition at eleven. It had been light when he first sat down in front of the set and he had yet to notice that the sun had gone down.
This was the third day since Bobbi had been gone, and the first time she had ever been away more than a day without calling him. Of course, they had never had a scene such as the one that had taken place a few nights ago.
"Damn it!", Marshall said out loud. "Damn it to hell!", pushing himself up out of his chair and going over to the set and flicking it off.
"What am I sitting around here moping for?", he thought. "She's probably having herself a good time somewhere. Why shouldn't I?"
He walked into the bedroom, rummaging around in his drawers for a clean shirt to change in to, and then went into the bathroom to shave for the first time in several days.
"What the hell", he thought. "Might as well go all the way", throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor and turning on the shower. He adjusted the water until it was as hot as he could stand it and stepped into the steamy spray.
* * *
Carla handed a scotch and soda to Marshall who sat on the white sofa in her studio apartment just three floors below his at the Alpine.
"Thanks", he smiled up at her.
"Not at all", she answered, settling down on the sofa next to him. "Here's to better days!", she offered, raising her glass up to her lips and taking a delicate sip. "Mmmmmmm....", she sighed. "So much better than vodka and coffee...."
"About what happened....", Marshall started to say.
"Listen", Carla interrupted him. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I knew what I was getting in to. I'm not sorry, so why should you feel sorry for me?", she asked, putting her drink down on the coffee table and leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Her mind rested lightly on his knee and her lips went up to his ear, nibbling gently at his lobe.
"Never regret anything you do, honey", she ' whispered to him. "It wastes too much time." And her hands were all over him.
Marshall felt silly, being attacked this way. It was as if the roles of man and woman had been reversed. He had come down to seduce this girl again and here she was beating him to the punch.
"Well, I'll show her who's the man around here," he thought to himself, and pushed himself up from the back of the sofa, forcing Carla to fall backward. He leaned over her until his mouth rested a fraction of an inch from hers, and then quickly covered her lips with his, running his tongue between them, moistening them over and over.
His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, searching out every corner, every crevice. And soon, his hands began working as furiously as his tongue. One found its way up to her breasts, kneading persistently at her already protruding nipples, while the other dug under her skirt, probing deeper and deeper up toward her pussy, grabbing and clutching at the fleshy undersides of her thighs.
"Oh, yes ... yes", she moaned from between her grasping lips. "Oh yes ... give it to me ... give it to me...."
Marshall lifted his head slightly and looked down at the writhing girl beneath him.
"What the hell is she so fired up about already?", he thought. He pulled himself up the rest of the way and reached for his drink, taking a long slug from it.
"What's the matter?", Carla asked, totally confused.
"Nothing....", Marshall muttered. "I'm just not in the mood, I guess ... I...." But Marshall knew what was wrong. This girl was wrong. Oh, she was young and more than just good-looking, but she wasn't Bobbi. And all he could think about was having Bobbi there with him. For the last few days, he had tried to convince himself that he no longer cared about her, but he could kid himself no longer. And without saying anything, he jumped up from the sofa and headed for the front door of Carla's apartment.
"I'm sorry....", he explained. "But there's something I have to do."
"Sure, Marshall", Carla said, "I hope she wants to do the same thing."
Marshall smiled and stepped out into the hall, walking over toward the elevator.
* * *
"Sure, Marshall", the crew supervisor at Kennedy answered. "Bobbi went out on Flight thirty-six to Acapulco. Not due back for another two days. You sound worried. Anything wrong?"
"No ... no....", Marshall answered. "I just lost her schedule and wasn't sure where she was. You see, I have a few days to myself and I thought I might surprise her. Any chance of my getting on the night flight?"
"I'm sure we can work something out, Marshall. But I can't get you a pass. You'll have to fly full fare."
"That's fine. What time's the flight. Just after midnight, isn't it?"
"Twelve-thirty. I'll be sure they have a seat for you. Have a good time."
"Yea ... and thanks....", Marshall said into the phone and hung up.
* * *
Bobbi sat despondently in the arm chair in her room staring out the window at the silver Pacific in the distance. The sun streamed in the window and a cool breeze wafted in through the open terrace door. But the pleasures of nature were lost on Bobbi as she sat captive in her own room. Across from her, leaning against the bureau stood the same bell-boy who had walked in on her several days ago, only now he was in charge. Larry had paid him to make sure Bobbi stayed put, and made no attempts to contact anyone until he returned. The boy did his job well, and silently. He had been standing in the same position for several hours, expressionless except for an occasional sly smile that disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Where is Larry?", Bobbi would ask, but there was no answer from the silent guard.
"When is he coming back?", and still no answer.
Over and over she asked him the same questions, sometimes on the verge of hysterics, but she could not make the young Mexican boy say anything or even move from his post.
"Could I please have something to drink?", she asked, feeling a dryness in the back of her throat. "I'm very thirsty ... please."
"Would lady like a coca-cola?", the bell-boy answered, an almost anxious tone to his voice as if he had been glad she asked.
"Oh, yes ... a coke would be wonderful ... please go get me one....", Bobbi begged, pleased with herself at getting the young man to leave the cabin. Now was her chance to call for help. But Bobbi's dreams of escape were shattered as the young man opened the door to her cabin and there, just outside the door was a picnic cooler. He set it up on the dresser and opened the top, taking out a bottle of coke and opening it with a church-key from his pocket. He dropped a few ice cubes into a glass and poured the coke into it, his back to Bobbi all the time. And finally, still with his back to her, in went one last ingredient, a fine white powder. Not quite what Bobbi had in mind, but something the bell-boy was sure would make it a much more interesting afternoon. He turned to Bobbi and brought the cold, drugged coke over to her.
Bobbi reached up and took the glass from him, compulsively drinking most of it at once, and finishing it seconds later, scarcely noticing its slight bitter taste.
"Another, please....", she asked, handing the glass back to the young dark boy. And by the time he brought her another coke, once again spiked with the potent Spanish-Fly, Bobbi was already beginning to notice a strange unexplainable tingling in her loins.
The second coke disappeared almost as quickly as the first and by the time it was gone, Bobbi was beginning to lose control of her senses. Her young captor had ceased to be an evil figure across the room and became more and more attractive every second. And within minutes, became an object of her desire. She had to have this beautiful young man inside her, making violent love to her, ripping her apart with his firm youthful body.
"What's happening?", Bobbi asked, snapping back to reality for a brief moment. "What's happening to me?"
"Just relax American lady. I take good care of you ... don't worry ... You do as I say ... take off clothes ... NOW!"
Bobbi knew she should have protested his wishes, but instead found herself naked in a matter of seconds, her clothing piled up in a heap on the floor beside her. She stood completely naked before him, her breasts heaving in anticipation.
"I don't understand ... I don't un....", she started saying, the words difficult to pronounce. "What...?"
But her mind lost all powers of concentration as the young man dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed his face into her warm, moist vagina, his tongue searching for the entrance to the soft hair-lined lips.
Bobbi moaned as she felt his tongue run along the soft inside of her thigh to the moist pink lips of her trembling cunt. Eagerly, it toyed with the loose hair-lined flesh, slipping along the crevice until it found the tiny bud of her clitoris. His lips pulled at the tiny red bud massaging it in and out until it filled with blood and grew erect, straining at its bonds of soft, pink flesh.
Juan looked up at the already writhing American woman who stood before him. He knew he could heat her up until the Spanish Fly would turn her into a raving nymphomaniac. Then he could mount her and fuck her until he had drained her completely, and still she would be begging for more, just like all the other rich American women he had had.
His eyes red with lust, he slid his fingers into the quivering openings of her cunt. Suddenly and easily they slid into the hot wet opening and Bobbi moaned deep from her belly as the fingers rotated around the smooth moist walls of her burning pussy. She clenched the soft white moons of her buttocks together in an effort to resist, but as she did, the tiny elastic ring of her anus twitched involuntarily, sending ripples of electricity through her abdomen. Try as she would, she could not stamp out the growing fire that grew continually larger and larger deep in her womb.
"OH ... OH....OH!", she whined as Juan suddenly thrust two more fingers into her tight elastic pussy. She was losing her battle and she knew it. Hot sparks of desire shot through her entire body as the probing fingers rubbed and rotated deep between the hair-lined lips of her trembling pussy. She wanted the fingers to go deeper ... deeper ... deeper ... she couldn't resist any longer ... she wanted to be fucked by a huge hardened cock ... she had to be fucked!
Suddenly the room was spinning as Juan lifted himself up from his knees and was forcing Bobbi down on hers. Juan sat on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, and pulled Bobbi toward him until her face was just inches away from his groin. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face into his crotch, so that she could feel the hardness of his erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants.
"Pull it out....", he ordered, twisting her hair in his hands.
Bobbi flushed red as she fumbled with the zipper on his pants for a moment and then the huge instrument burst into the air through the open fly. Juan grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a few inches from her bulging eyes. His hands went to her lipstick-rimmed lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth.
Bobbi hesitated for a moment. God, it was big! The boy was so slight and yet his cock was at least nine inches long and thicker than she could have imagined any cock could be. But the thought of having his giant tool imbedded deep in her womb made her mouth fall open, and as soon as her teeth parted, Juan plunged his cock deep into the moist saliva of her mouth. Bobbi could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
Juan's hips began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his hands gripped tightly in her hair. Bobbi could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of his cock where it left the open fly. Her mind wandered in drugged semiconscious thought, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her belly. Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it.
Juan groaned and twisted on the bed, raining obscenities in Spanish at her, watching with delight the oval shaped lips straining at his over-sized cock. Suddenly, he gave out with a loud groan, and rammed deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his hands. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance hot jets of cum deep into her throat. Bobbi continued sucking, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. It continued for almost an eternity until finally, the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of cum and stopped. Juan pushed her forward, letting his cock bob out of her mouth.
"Lick me clean!", he ordered, and Bobbi responded immediately knowing she would have to please him, to keep him excited so he would be able to satisfy the demented cravings she was experiencing. She could feel his cock jerking slightly under the ministrations of her tongue and a few moments later, it glistened clean, covered with a thin coat of her saliva.
Juan stood up quickly and lifted Bobbi up from her knees, pushing her onto the bed. He removed his clothing as quickly as possible, stopping briefly after each article was removed to fondle his still erect prick, as if he were offering candy to a child. Bobbi writhed and moaned on the bed, barely able to stand the cravings that screamed from her loins.
Juan jumped on the bed, and without ceremony, straddled her stomach heavily. The soft whiteness of her skin brushed lightly against his dangling balls and his cock jerked in eager anticipation. His every move was as if this was the first time he was going to take her. As if the sucking she had given him a few seconds ago had never taken place.
He moved forward along her writhing torso, laying his rigid prick between the valley of her full, fleshy breasts. He cupped a hand on either side of the quivering mounds and pushed them together, trapping his cock softly between them.
Bobbi, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly that she had been taken unaware. She needed him in her, not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up on the bed, but he rode with her body.
"No ... no, please....not this way ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt....", she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his thick veined cock faster and faster between her straining breasts. Saliva dripped from his parted lips, moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for the rampaging instrument that ignored her pleas. He continued his thrusting, faster and faster, his breath coming in quick labored gasps until his second load of cum began spurting from between her twin white breasts, covering her face and neck with its sticky hot fluid.
"Why didn't you fuck me ... why ... WHY?....", she asked over and over, her head flailing back and forth on the bed. "I need you in me ... fuck me ... please fuck me...."
Juan lifted himself up from her twisting body and stood beside the bed, deciding what next to do with the American bitch. His proud cock throbbed in front of his thin body, still as erect as it had been when she first set it free from his pants. His hand went down to it once more and he fondled it, pulling the thick foreskin back and forth over the bulbous tip, musing over the choice of pleasures he had in store. r
CHAPTER NINE
"No, Senor ... no Mrs. Bower here....", the desk clerk at the Playa Grande sleepily scanned his records, but Marshall insisted on looking at the listings himself, so he pushed the big register book across to the big American.
Marshall checked under the date that Bobbi would have arrived in Acapulco and found the names of several girls who were undoubtedly Trans-Continental stewardesses, but no Bobbi.
"Where do the airline people go when they don't come here?", he asked.
The hotel man shrugged and smiled. "Ah, Senor ... there are so many places...."
"Damn it! I'll find her if I have to go to every hotel in this miserable town. What's the best hotel in the city?" He could feel the veins on his neck sticking out as he glared at the desk clerk. But the man refused to get ruffled. He had seen his share of crazy American tourists, and none of them had managed to excite him in any way ... this man would be no exception.
"Well, senor....", he started slowly. "There is Los Gatinos ... but that is very far from here. It will take you a long time to get there and I don't know if there is a taxi at this hour. Why not take a room here and then in the morning ... after we have all had some sleep...."
"Don't worry ... I'll find a taxi ... hand me that telephone book!" Marshall began calling all the cab companies in the slim book of numbers and finally found one who would come to pick him up right away.
He fumed in the cab all the way to Los Gatinos. He bet she was having some high time at the snazzy hotel. His intuition told him that he would find her there; that he wouldn't have to look any farther for his wife.
* * *
"Si, Senor ... cabin number thirty-three ... Miss Bower!" the Los Gatinos clerk was pleased that the woman the crazy American was looking for was indeed there. He didn't want any troubles that early in the morning ... why the sun was just beginning to peek over the mountains.
Marshall's heart skipped a beat. She was there! He pulled the register toward him to make sure the clerk was right, about to tell him to ring "Miss" Bower up, when he saw that there were two signatures at the same time. One was Bobbi's in cabin thirty-three and the other was Larry Graham's in thirty-four.
"That little slut!", he muttered. "That little bitch!"
He grabbed a map of the Los Gatinos cabins that lay on the desk.
"Can I take one of those damned silly jeeps you've got outside?", he asked, his face livid with rage. "Yes ... but you must rent it ... you can rent either by the day or by the...." Marshall threw two ten dollar bills across at the startled desk clerk and ran outside. He could hear the man calling after him asking him name.
"Bower....", he yelled back as he ran out the door. "Mr. Bower...."
* * *
The door to the cabin was ajar when Marshall pulled up in his jeep. He'd had a hell of a time finding the place, even with the map as a guide. He jumped out of the jeep and strode toward the open door.
Bobbi lay inside, spread out across one of the twin beds. She was completely naked and very disheveled, one arm hanging down off the side of the bed as though she had passed out, the other covering her pubic mound.
Juan had left her to get some sleep only a few hours ago, sure that she could go nowhere in her well-fucked condition. He planned to return before afternoon when Senor Graham was due to return to pay him off. He knew that he could have stayed with her even longer ... she was tired, but still raring to go, begging him to fuck her ... but he had had enough. He was very pleased with himself as it was so he left her lying there in a stupor so he could get a little rest.
Marshall stood just inside the doorway, his wife's body in full view of his horrified eyes.
"Bobbi!", He had never seen her looking so terrible. He knew that something was very wrong.
"Bobbi, baby...." He took her up and held her in his arms, trying to pull the sheet up to cover her naked body. He could see the sperm stains on her thighs and face and on the sheets and realized that someone had taken advantage of her. Probably drugged, he guessed, from the looks of her.
Bobbi opened her eyes slowly, the powerful drug still racing through her system, making it difficult for her to think clearly, but when she saw that it was Marshall, she let out a shriek of joy, and held onto him with all the strength she had.
Marshall held onto her with one hand and with the other picked up the phone ... he wanted to get a doctor right away and maybe the police, but the phone was dead.
"Marshall ... oh, Marshall ... thank God it's you....", Bobbi moaned through her delirium, her hands clutching at his flesh.
"Take me darling ... please, take me ... take me....", she cried softly as her hands went around his body, burying themselves in his crotch.
"Fuck me, Marshall ... for God's sake ... fuck me!" she began screaming, ripping in vain at the material of his pants. She had to have him ... her tortured body could stand no more. Juan had taken her every way except the way that mattered to her. He never gave her the satisfaction of fucking her. He had taken her every other way imaginable, in every perverse manner he could invent, but never had she felt him inside her vagina. Never, throughout the entire lewd afternoon had he given her what her drugged mind absolutely had to have. And now that Marshall was there beside her, before she could even tell him what had just taken place or anything else for that matter, she had to feel him inside her.
"Now, darling ... please ... take me, now!"
Marshall had never experienced anything like this before. To hear Bobbi begging him for it, begging him to fuck her, aroused him more than even the first time they had made love to each other. His cock grew to full erection in a matter of seconds and was pressing against the material of his pants. He let Bobbi fall back on the bed and stood up, pulling at the buttons of his shirt and kicking off his shoes. As soon as he had undressed, he climbed up onto the bed, pushing Bobbi's limp body into the center of it, and let his weight fall on top of her outstretched form.
Bobbi's hands went down between their tightly pressed groins and found Marshall's rock-hard penis, guiding the tip of it to the entrance of her palpitating pussy.
"Oooouuuuummmm....", she moaned softly as the smooth rubbery head touched the waiting opening.
Marshall, with a moment's hesitation, thrust his rigid cock deep into the burning cavern between her open thighs.
"Oooohhh, yes....Yes....YES!", Bobbi cried as she felt the massive throbbing cock sink deep into her belly, and pulled him closer, crushing her lips against his, sucking at his eager wet tongue. And clasping the aching muscles of her cunt walls around his driving cock, she massaged it like a hand. She felt his hands grasp the smooth white orbs of her buttocks and dig into the soft pliant flesh, kneading it like hot dough. She lifted her hips and began rotating them in slow salacious circles as he continued to hump her fiery crotch against the thick, heavy base of his rigid twitching cock. She could feel his swollen balls slamming against her tender aching anus, making her wince and contract the stretched hole in greedy sexual response.
Marshall could feel Bobbi's tight vaginal muscles straining and contracting around his cock. He could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until he thought it would burst. The building pressure in his testicles became unbearable.
Bobbi wriggled her ass with abandon, letting him smash into her with greater and greater force. Each hard ramming blow bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy.
"Yes", she screamed, feeling his blunt cudgel reach bottom. "Yes ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... Oooooh darling!"
Marshall's chest pushed her full breasts almost flat to her chest and each time he moved forward, he bounced off them as though they were made of foam rubber. He fucked her greedily, bending her legs further and further back as though he wanted to break her in two. Since the day they had been married, he had never experienced anything like this with her.
Bobbi could feel her insides burning with desire when suddenly the swollen head of Marshall's cock flared to a hugeness that threatened to tear her apart. And within seconds, she could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like searing rods of fire. Her cunt clasped around his shooting rod, erupting in answer spilling her own cum into her pink quivering passage.
"Oh ... fill me, darling ... fill me....", she groaned around Marshall's tongue still deep in her mouth, the hot walls of her jerking cunt sucking at his throbbing cock.
When it was over, Marshall let his body go limp on top of hers and both of them closed their eyes, all other thoughts erased temporarily from their minds, and rested.
CHAPTER TEN
"Bobbi, darling ... tell me ... who did this to you ... tell me!"
They had been lying in each other's arms for a long while, both completely exhausted and Marshall realized that the drug was beginning to wear off. He brushed her short blonde hair back from her forehead affectionately. Even after all she had obviously been through, she still looked beautiful.
Bobbi looked at her husband lovingly and opened her mouth to speak. The words came out in one long torrent that wouldn't stop until she had told him every detail. She didn't spare herself at all, brutally describing everything she had done. She wanted him to be able to accept her or reject her on the basis of the absolute truth. Marshall listened patiently, wincing occasionally at some particularly painful detail of the last few day's events.
When finally she had finished, Marshall could hardly talk. He knew he wouldn't rest until Larry was behind bars for a good long stretch ... and he also knew that he wouldn't let Bobbi get away from him again ... no matter what had happened, she was still his woman and he loved her.
"If it hadn't been for that damned Carla", he thought bitterly. "None of this would have happened!" And he realized then that it was certainly as much his fault as anyone's.
His lips drawn tight with anger, Marshall waited in the bathroom until Larry returned, carrying the precious package with him. It was pure pleasure for Marshall when at a moment when Larry's back was turned to the bathroom, he smoothly slipped his arm around Larry's neck and choked until he almost lost consciousness. Then a swift rabbit punch sent the thinner man sprawling, knocking him out for a good forty-five minutes.
During that time, Larry left him tied up until he had time to search for the tapes. Finally, after searching through both cabins, he and Bobbi found them in the glove compartment of the Pontiac. Marshall extracted the tapes from the tiny machine and set fire to them with a match. He and Bobbi watched on the terrace as they burned into small charred flecks that were carried away by the warm breeze. Then they went to call the police.
* * *
The big jet turned about after slowly taxiing to the edge of the runway, then with a tremendous burst of speed, it started off down the long smooth road, lifting off from the ground as it neared the farthest end.
Bobbi listened to the reassuring clunk that the wheels gave as they were folded up into the belly of the plane. Marshall turned to her and squeezed her hand and began to unfasten his seat belt.
Bobbi let out a sigh of relief as she watched the brilliant green and blue of Acapulco diminish as the plane climbed higher into the thick white cumulous clouds. She had never felt so secure in her life. Marshall kept holding onto her hand as the plane continued its long journey toward New York.
"I'm taking you home, honey", he said, the satisfying vision of Larry sitting in a Mexican jail flickering across his mind.
"Home....", Bobbi mused. The words sounded so beautiful ... so peaceful. There'd be no more jumping in and out of cabs, no more catching meals wherever she could in order to meet her demanding schedule. Trans-Continental was sorry to have her leave their ranks, but Bobbi knew that some other young girl would soon eagerly take her place.
The stewardess came down the aisle and stopped beside them. She smiled down at their familiar faces.
"Hi!", she said. "Would you like a drink? I'll bet you two are vacationing."
They both smiled back at the young girl.
"Two martinis", Marshall ordered. "And the vacation is just beginning!"
