The touch of Mimi's hot flanks against the insides of my legs sent rapturous ripples of delight surging through my body. I watched Mimi's hands as they stroked Jane's sides and buttocks. I was an observer ... but my palms felt the hot skin being stroked by Mimi's actions.
My nostrils were clogged with the heavy, sensual odor of our hot bodies and the scent of lust that seeped out of a million pores. My desire became intense ... the sights and scents around me combined to form a sensation that was not unlike the slow, fantastic rise of a monumental orgasm.
Philas must have felt the same sensations. He stepped away from Jane. He lay on his side, his swollen member moving perceptibly as he gazed at the two girls.
He was ready ... I was ready ... and the foursome began....
CHAPTER ONE
AFTER I'd gotten the little campfire going, I sat down beside it, patted my thighs, and invited Suzy to stretch out with her head in my lap. She had been standing nearby, wearing jeans, moccasins, and a heavy sweatshirt that extended below her waist.
There was the sound of an owl, somewhere in the night, as the back of her head settled into my crotch. She tipped her head so that she could look up into my face. Her head pressured against my cock, and I grimaced because of the pain.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" she asked. "I'm sorry."
That's all right." I felt her tremble as I cupped my hand over one of her mounded breasts. Through the thickness of the sweatshirt, her tit felt about as big as a breakfast orange.
She said, "My folks went to a dinner-a benefit for some out of town politician. They won't be back until tomorrow. So I can stay out most of the night, if I want to."
"That's good."
"And that feels great, Harmon." Her hand shoved my palm down onto her breast.
I leaned forward and tossed a chunk of wood onto the fire. The flames swirled around it, like the heat that swirled in my crotch. I settled back again.
She asked, "Is that the way you get a girl hot? By building up a big fire?"
"That's just part of it."
The other part of it was getting my hand underneath her sweatshirt. I tugged at the front of it. She dug her heels into the ground and arched her back. Like a good girl. Moments later, her belly was bare because the sweatshirt was mounded across her chest. After I'd caressed her heaving stomach, I slid my hand under the sweatshirt and filled it with one of her naked tits.
"Wow!" she exclaimed.
Her tit was the size of an orange all right, and hot, as though it had been exposed to the sun. Very hard and delightfully smooth. I plucked at the marbled nipple. That got a bigger response out of her.
"Oh, wow!"
I had a fire in my crotch, heat on my face; and my hand massaged a young girl's, burning tit. Not a bad combination for a guy who'd met Suzy less than a couple of hours ago.
Her voice had become husky. "Your hands on my breasts really turn me on, Harmon."
"How does this grab you?"
My hand slid down the flat plane of her belly and opened the top button at the waistband of her jeans. Then I pulled down the zipper tab. The V of the open Zipper track framed her dark, fluffy thatch and my hand covered it. As my fingertips dug at the hot, wet slit, she whimpered and squirmed her pelvis, trying to wriggle out of the jeans.
"Take them off," I said. "Hurry!"
She jumped to her feet. While she struggled with her jeans, I whipped off my shirt and tossed it onto the ground.
"Put your ass on that, Suzy."
"I'm hurrying," she panted. "I'm so horny, I can't stand it."
The instant she'd disengaged both her feet from the pants legs of her jeans she sat down on my shirt, facing me. Then she leaned backwards. Her shoulders settled onto the ground and her legs moved apart.
Her cunt was dewy, and the droplets of juice sparkled under the light from the campfire. I shoved my slacks down my thighs. With my straining erection angled out in front of me, I hobbled on my knees in between her forked legs.
Her hand clawed at her sweatshirt, pulled it towards her chin. Her tits popped into view, hard and round and topped with stiff, crimson nipples.
"I'm ready," she mumbled. "Suck my breasts while you fuck me."
She bent her knees, and with her feet planted on the ground, her pelvis bobbed up and down. Each time she pushed her cunt up at me, her ass came an inch or two off my shirt, I grabbed my cock and guided it towards the juncture of her thighs. I shoved down on the end of it, felt a little pain, but I held it stationary so that the lips of her cunt lubricated the crown with hot juice each time she moved it up and down.
"Harmon," she gurgled, "it's so big and hard. Can't you get it in?"
"I can get it in. And when it goes in, you'll know it."
"Then do it! Come on, and let me feel it." She became motionless, holding herself rigidly with her ass suspended over my shirt while she offered me the target.
I leaned forward and centered the flared crown of my staff against the puffed and slippery lips of her cunt. Then I lurched forward. As I settled on top of her squirming stomach, my cock broke through the hot and constricted opening and burgeoned into the steaming tunnel.
"I feel it!" she gasped. "And it feels-so tremendous!"
My ass powered downwards. Like a wedge, my throbbing meat drove her legs apart and rammed her buttocks down on my shirt. My hair thumped against her thatch and it drove the breath out of her lungs. My mouth covered her tit; and then I was sucking while we were fucking.
Exactly the way she'd requested it
"Oh, jeez, Harmon-it's so big and good inside of me!" Her hips began to rotate, rolling her hot, tight sheath around my embedded cock. I felt the head of my cock quiver and flare out larger as it savored the added sensation.
"And you're making it even bigger!" I drew air into my lungs, then glued my mouth to her other tit.
While I sucked, I rubbed the velvety roughness of my tongue against her fiery nipple. She shuddered violently and her pelvis began to move up and down in quick, hard thrusts. I felt the come ballooning in my groin.
"It's so wild!" she wailed. "Oh-sweet jeez-I'm coming, Harmon!"
So was I, and I couldn't control myself any longer. My mouth went from her tit to her mouth. With our lips mashing each other and our tongues rolling around in erotic swirls, I hammered her spasming cunt with hard and vicious jolts.
I realized that her thighs were locked around my waist and that I was driving her across the ground. Each time I socked my cock into her slot, the sensation was intensified. And finally the juice rocketed out of my staff. As she climaxed, her cuntal passage became a suctioning whirlpool, flooded with honey.
For a long time afterwards I lay motionless on top of her, letting my meat soak in her climactic sauce while we both panted and tried to catch our breath. Each spasmodic shudder of her body briefly revived the glowing sensation in my soaking cock. Each spasm became less keen than the prior one, and eventually I felt nothing any more.
I squirmed backwards on my knees. My cock slipped out of her and I stood up. Suzy hadn't moved. Her arms were at her sides. Her legs remained parted, and her eyes were closed.
I looked down at my glistening, drooping cock and noticed the dirt and tiny pebbles clinging to my knees. I brushed them off and saw that each pebble had made a small indentation in the skin. I even had some dust on my balls. Her bare ass now rested on the bare ground because I'd driven her off the shirt I'd put down for her.
Her right hand moved down and gently swiped at her cunt. The palm of her hand was moist with juice, but there was dirt and a few pebbles clinging to her fingertips. She sat up and glanced at her hand.
"Oh, wow."
She got to her feet and her hands went to her buttocks. "I hope I didn't get dirt in my pussy."
"You didn't."
"How do you know?"
"Because I had it plugged with my cock." I reached down and pulled up my slacks.
"You sure did," she complimented as she stepped towards me. Her hand slipped into my fly and gripped my sticky staff. "I really dug that orgasm."
I rolled my palms over her tits. The nipples were still aroused, but not as hard and stiff as before. "You're a good lay, Suzy."
Her hand squeezed my cock. "Next time I'll bet I will be even better."
Her suggestion and her hand gripping my cock sent heat rushing into it. "I won't bet against you."
"I know what," she said eagerly. "Let's go back to my place. None of the neighbors will see us sneaking in the house, and we can screw all night! Do you want to?"
"Sure. And I won't get any dust and gravel on my balls."
"Let's do it!" She scooped up her jeans. While she was getting into them, she said, "But you've got to promise me something."
"What?" I shook the dirt off my shirt and put it on.
"You'll have to sneak out of the house again before morning-in the dark so no one will see you leave."
"Okay."
She pulled down her sweatshirt. "Promise."
"Promise."
"Let's go then." She put her arm around my waist. And with my arm around her shoulder, we started back to where she'd parked her VW.
She asked, "Would you like to drive?"
"No. You drive. I don't know the way."
After we were in the car and she had headed it back towards town, she asked, "Harmon Call-that's your name?"
I nodded. It was my name, but it didn't really matter to her, because long before daylight I'd be sneaking out of her house. I'd take my blanket roll and walk to the main highway and try to thumb a ride, the way I'd been doing when she'd stopped that evening and offered to give me a lift out into the country.
Now she asked, "You never did tell me where you were headed, when I picked you up."
I shrugged. "No place in particular. Probably Los Angeles, but I'm used to detours."
The last one had been a good one; and it had taken exactly one year of my life to find my way back to the main highway of life, so to speak. With five hundred bucks in my pocket I'd driven my car into Mexico. Rounding a blind curve near Tepic, I'd swerved to miss a burro in the middle of the highway and rolled the car. When I'd regained consciousness, they put me in jail because I had no Mexican insurance on the car. I discovered that I'd totaled the car and someone had taken all of my money. Without Mexican insurance the accident was ruled a felony, and the sentence was one year in jail.
Now Suzy was saying, "If you'd had long hair and a beard I wouldn't have stopped and offered you a ride. I don't dig hippies."
Neither did the Mexicans. My hair had been long and I'd had a beard when I entered their country. For the entire year I'd been supplied free haircuts. The final one had been administered, along with a shave, the day they'd turned me over to the U. S. authorities on the Arizona border.
Suzy continued her questioning. "What do you plan to do when you get to Los Angeles?"
"Everybody I can."
"What does that mean, Harmon?"
"Just what it sounds like."
There had been three hundred and sixty-five days; and there had been the same number of nights. They'd fed me well and treated me all right. Except for being knocked unconscious, I hadn't been injured. And this healthy male of voting age hadn't spent his time in jail thinking about voting when he got out.
The subject had been fucking, specifically the fucking that I'd missed out on while in jail. Eventually I'd even reduced the entire matter the basic quotient.
Like, an eight-inch cock shuttling in and out of a cunt travels about four inches backwards and then eight inches on the way forward. Each hump equals twelve inches, which equals a foot; and if you can average fifty humps a fuck, your cock has traveled about fifty feet. Therefore, if you can use it a minimum of three times a week, you can roll up almost a couple of fucking miles a year.
And that was what I planned to do now: catch up on the mileage I'd lost out on the past year, plus the mileage coming to me during the present year. The way I'd figured it, while sitting in jail, that totaled almost five fucking miles.
Now, as I grinned at Suzy, I slid my hand into the tight crotch of her jeans. I felt the outline of her hot, mounded cunt under the cloth as it pressured against my palm.
She sucked in her breath and jerked the steering wheel to the left, just avoiding a parked car.
"Oh, I know," she said. "I know what you meant-about planning to do everybody you can."
"Explain it to me, Suzy."
"You-plan to screw every girl that will let you."
"Maybe even some that won't."
"I'll let you screw me, Harmon. Any time you want to."
"How much further is it to your house?" She glanced at me. "Why?"
"Because I'm in a rush to get there. So we can get at it."
"Just a couple of more minutes." Her voice sounded low and husky. While she drove, I continued to massage her cunt, enjoying the heat and fresh moisture that formed under my hand. My cock was hard and stiff, like a piece of iron straining to break out of the confinement of my slacks. I was free, and my cock deserved the same thing.
I jerked down the zipper of my fly the moment Suzy wheeled the VW into a long driveway. She shut off the motor and turned out the fights. As the VW coasted silently towards the garage doors, her hand groped for my crotch. She gurgled excitedly as she found my cock, free, hard, and throbbing in her grip.
As the VW stopped, she said. "Oh, jeez, I'd like to have it right now and here, but we've got to sneak inside first. But be very quiet, won't you, so that none of the neighbors will peak out and see us."
"Lead the way, Suzy."
Now that she didn't need to steer the VW any more, she firmed both of her hands around my cock. After she'd tugged at it a couple of times, she released it and sat upright again.
"You'll have to pull up your zipper, Harmon. You can't sneak into the house with that thing sticking out like that."
"Suzy-it's impossible to put it back in again, without hurting it. So just lead the way."
"Oh, wow," Suzy remarked.
And that's the way we headed towards the house in the darkness. With Suzy's hand gripping mine and leading me up the walk, my cock stuck defiantly out of my open fly.
It throbbed and bobbed up and down, eager to put on some more fucking mileage the moment we got inside the house.
CHAPTER TWO
We entered the house and Suzy closed the door softly behind me. "I won't turn on any lights," she whispered. That way they'll think I went straight to bed." She giggled excitedly. "Alone."
With all the shades apparently drawn, the inside of the house was so dark I couldn't even see the furniture. I reached out and gripped Suzy's wrist and pulled her towards me. "We don't need any lights."
I grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt As I pulled up on it, she raised her arms and I skinned the sweatshirt off her and flung it aside. Then I mauled her hard and fiery tits with the palms of my hands.
She began to pant "In the dark-you can pretend you're screwing any girl you choose."
"Yeah. Hurry and get undressed."
I got out of my shirt and opened the button at the waistband of my slacks. After I'd kicked off my shoes and slipped off my socks, I pulled my legs out of the slacks. In the darkness I heard Suzy's excited breathing as she undressed.
"Are you naked, Suzy?"
I stepped forward and my arms slid around her hot and willowy waist then pulled her towards me. The touch of her bare nipples, belly, and fluffy thatch against me, inflamed my skin. I began to pant as loudly as she.
Our labored breathing was the only sound in the house as I held her tightly against me. I rolled my shoulders and rubbed my chest against her fiery tits while she rolled her hips and mauled my throbbing cock with her damp pelvis. The blood pounded in my groin as I anticipated the moment my cock would plunge again into the depths of this young girl's cunt.
"Fuck me, Harmon," she said in a choked voice.
Her hands pressured against my arms and I released her. She slipped out of my embrace and moved away from me. "Follow me to the bedroom."
"I can't even see you." I squinted into the darkness. "Give me your hand."
"I know what!" she said in an excited whisper.
"You'll have to find me first. When you do-you can fuck me."
"Oh, come on, Suzy. Cut out the kid's stuff."
"I'm right here," she teased. "Just waiting for you."
I headed in the direction of her voice. The next second I cracked my right shin against the edge of the coffee table. When I cursed under my breath, she laughed in a strange, excited way.
"This way, Harmon. There's no furniture now between us."
Again I started forward, moving quietly as my bare feet settled on the rug. In the darkness I heard her heavy breathing. As I neared her, I held my own breath so that she wouldn't know how close I was getting to her. Silently, I sank to my hands and knees and then I began to move forward.
"Harmon?"
From the sound of her voice I knew that she'd retreated a couple of steps. I didn't answer her. I continued to crawl quietly across the rug.
"Harmon? Where are you?" There was a little concern in her voice now, and I knew that she was unaware of my location. Creeping towards her, I felt the excitement intensifying my wanting for her.
Like she'd mentioned, this was some game. When I finally got to her, she'd feel the full force of the chase and the capture. I was now so aroused that my cock was an aching spear angled out from my pelvis.
"Don't you want to play the game?" she asked. "Don't you want to find me?"
The sound of her voice came from almost directly overhead. Knowing that I was within grabbing distance of her, I lunged forward in the darkness. My arms curved outwards. When they came together I'd trapped her ankles with a beautiful tackle.
I jerked her feet out from under her. Her ass thumped down on the rug and she yelped.
"Dammit-you cheated!"
She writhed and squirmed and tried to get away from me. Her legs fought to break out of my grip. I clung tightly to her ankles and let her wear herself out. A couple of minutes later she began to weaken, and finally she became motionless. She was lying on her stomach; and my arms were locked around her shins.
I scooted forward until my arms were gripping her legs, just above the knees.
"What's wrong, Suzy? No more fight left in that hot, little body?" And then I lowered my head and I socked my teeth into the heated and velvety skin that was stretched tautly over her left buttock.
Biting her in the ass would have normally produced a screech, but because she didn't want to disturb the neighbors, her reaction was a stifled wail of pain. With renewed fury, she began to writhe and bounce about on the rug, trying to slip out of my grasp. It was impossible.
The instant she'd tired herself out again I flipped her onto her back. I shoved her legs apart; then lightly my hands began to caress the insides of her soft and quivering thighs. I felt her squirm languidly, and her muffled moans resembled purrs of passion.
"Now that you've found me," she murmured, "do it to me. Fuck me again with your big cock, Harmon."
Her cunt was a fidgeting and moist target. She held it motionless as the head of my flared shaft began to probe at her cleft. I felt the heat and little-girl tightness of her silt as my cock pressured forward. Slowly it pushed apart the passion-inflated lips of her cunt until the knob of my cock had penetrated her. She tipped her pelvis even more; and then she was moaning excitedly as I powered my cock into her until its full length was buried in her tight and quivering sheath.
The soft skin on the insides of her thighs rubbed my flanks a couple of times before she locked her legs around my waist.
She groaned lustily. "It's so big and deep-it hurts ... oh, jeez, it hurts so good."
I heard her hands beating against the rug while her pelvis surged weakly against mine. Then she whimpered breathlessly as the quickening pulsations of her cuntal channel enveloped my cock with her heated come.
The heat and surge of her climax sent ecstatic sensations crackling through my groin. Passion swirled through my crotch and sent sensational arches rippling through my limbs. On my knees, and with her butt off the rug's surface, I stroked the flatness of her belly and flanks before my hands closed over her tits.
While I mauled and massaged them, the hard, round nipples dug into my palms. Her legs loosened around my waist. Now that we were no longer locked together, my pelvis began to move up and down.
With long and measured strokes, my cock moved in and out of her. The tight and slippery walls of her sheath stroked my shaft on its short, backward journey. It did the same as my cock powered into her; and then the quivering crown of my cock lost itself in her seething, juicy depths.
Our labored breathing and the wet suctioning sigh of each forward and backward stroke was the only audible sound in the dark and deserted house. Each withdrawal and plunge of my cock slowly intensified the sensations that flooded my groin. I savored the fantastic build-up of my come; but I forced myself to maintain the same easy and measured rhythm. Suddenly she began to wiggle and bounce erratically as she felt the quick and violent rage of another climax. Her sudden action and the boiling heat around my cock ignited my come.
My mouth was open and I panted hoarsely as I drove my cock in and out of her. Each time I rammed it into her, I felt the juice oozing out of her cunt. My balls slapped wetly against the crack of her ass each time I buried my throbbing spear into her pulsating channel. The explosion of my climax was so quick and intense that I could only shove my pelvis against hers and let the streaming jets sluice into her quivering belly.
Some time later, I pushed myself off the top of her and got to my feet. She hadn't moved. I heard her snoring softly and I knew that she was caught in a deep sleep. Wearily, I moved forward, slowly in the darkness, hoping to find the bedroom she'd mentioned when we arrived. When I felt an open doorway, I snapped the wall switch on, and immediately off again.
In the flash of light I caught sight of a bed. I moved towards it in the darkness and fell onto the bedspread. As I rolled onto my back, I fell asleep.
When I came partially awake, it seemed as though I were lying on my bunk in jail, dreaming about the millions of cunts that populated the earth beyond the jail's boundaries. During the past year my imagination had been fantastic; and now it felt as though the hot fingertips of a woman were actually caressing the insides of my parted thighs.
A hot and soft hand dipped down, found my sac, and cupped it gently while the fingertips of another hand curled around my prick. Immediately it began to harden and throb against her hand until it had grown stiff and rigid. Fingertips tickled erotically as they trailed back and forth on the full length of my rejuvenated cock.
I moaned softly and opened my eyes, as though I were awakening from a joyful dream. I discovered that I had dreamt none of it, and that reality had awakened me.
The room was bathed in a soft, pink glow from a lamp on the bedside table. On the bed next to me knelt a girl, naked except for a gold chain that encircled her neck. Attached to the chain was a small, round, gold medallion that dangled between her full, thrusting breasts. They were so taut and swollen that the dark and gorged nipples angled outwards.
Her tongue swabbed at scarlet passion-clogged lips as she stared hungrily down at my throbbing cock. As her thumbs and forefingers firmed around its base, it stood vertically, like the mast on a ship. I forced myself to remain motionless, afraid that any sudden movement on my part might make her jump up and run away.
Slowly she began to bend forward, her glance still fixed on the dark-red crown of my inflamed staff. Tentatively, her tongue slid out of her mouth and touched the end of my quivering cock. The tickling heat of her tongue jolted at my body. I stifled a groan of rapture.
Then I lay rigidly, trying to control the ecstatic surges that rippled through my body, while she firmed her hot lips over the end of my cock. Sensually, she rubbed her lips around it, wetting it so that it became slippery while her tongue began to lick the fiery and sensitive end.
I could no longer pretend that I was asleep. A lusty groin burst from my mouth; and my hand began to caress the heated back of the girl I didn't even know. My response must have been one of approval because her mouth opened and her lips moved down the staff of my cock. The crown was being mauled by her hot tongue and the rough surface at the roof of her mouth. Gently, I began to pump my pelvis up and down.
My cock slid further into her mouth. She began to move her head slightly up and down while the mass of brown hair swirled around her face. The edges of her teeth scraped my quivering staff as her lusty mouth suctioned the knob.
"You suck real good, love." My voice was low and hoarse. I moved my hand from her back and captured one of her swollen, swaying tits. Savagely, I massaged the hot globe with my fingers. I heard her muffled and passionate murmur in reply.
Slowly, she raised her head until my wet and throbbing organ slipped out of her mouth. She didn't look at my face. She continued to hold my cock firmly in the circle formed by her thumbs and forefingers while her palms firmed against my hair. Her glance never strayed away from my cock, as though she were admiring its size and rigidity.
"I love your cock," she whispered gutturally. "It's so beautiful."
Thanks."
My body was still aroused with the recent sensations of her hot and hungry mouth clamped around my cock. I squirmed my butt into the bedspread, and slid my hand down her heated back. Then I shoved my hand into the crack of her ass and my fingers probed for her cunt.
"It felt so good in my mouth-I had to stop. Because I was about to come."
My fingers found her pussy and the fiery slit was clogged with honey. As my fingertips penetrated her cuntal well, she raised her butt. Now my hand was able to maul her feverished cleft without any restriction.
"You can come!" I urged in a hoarse whisper. "Do it-suck me-keep doing it the way you started."
Passion rumbled in her throat as she dropped her head and slipped her feverished lips around the head of my cock. Hungrily, she pushed her head down until my staff was buried in her mouth. Then her head began to bob up and down. Her tongue swirled and her teeth bit into the sensitive skin of my staff. Each time her head went down, the knob of my quivering cock made contact with the back of her hot throat.
The sensations were so fantastic that my body was clogged with lust. I wiggled and squirmed and my hand clawed at her buttocks. It was no longer enough to sluice my fingers around in her hot and dripping cleft. I wanted to feel her heat and honey against my tongue. I had the wild desire to drive my tongue into her cunt and to savor the hot juices as they coated my mouth and slid down my throat.
But she resisted my groping fingers. On her knees, she began to move away from my hand. She shifted her butt towards the foot of the bed, and seconds later I was unable to touch any part of her back.
While I squirmed my shoulders and buttocks, the sensations became so wild that the feeling verged on pain. My mouth was open. I gasped for breath while my fingers opened and closed, without strength, in the thick strands of her hair.
Her wonderful, suctioning mouth and swirling tongue had brought me to a rapturous peak. Making it twice with Suzy must have drained most of the juice out of me. The last remaining drops that simmered in my cock seemed reluctant to spew out of the end of it.
I quivered and grunted while I teetered on the fringe of a tremendous come. Her tongue mauled the knob of my cock while her mouth suctioned like a machine. Each ecstatic second brought me closer to the peak of my climax.
Suddenly I could only lurch and groan helplessly as I was caught in the quivering grip of a wild orgasm. My sensitive cock began to pump droplets of juice out of the taut hole in its end. Even after I'd peaked and there was no more-semen inside of me, she continued to suck and draw on my cock. The waning tremors of my ecstasy vanished as my cock grew limp.
Finally, she pulled her head up. My organ slid out of her mouth and dropped limply between my thighs. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.
Looking at me through slitted lashes, I saw the fire gleaming in her eyes. With her hair disheveled, framing her lusty face, she reminded me of a girl that might have been reared by wolves.
"Now get out," she said.
"Emmy!" Suzy appeared in the doorway. She was naked and still half asleep. 'What are you doing here?"
'What's he doing here-in my bed?" Emmy asked.
"I-I didn't know you were here. When did you get home from school?"
'What the hell does it matter? Just get him out of my room!" Emmy disappeared through the doorway.
I got up and followed Suzy out of the bedroom. She helped me gather up my clothes. I dressed and then I left
CHAPTER THREE
"HAVE some more, Harmon." Blue pointed a grubby finger at the wine bottle.
Blue had been fidgeting around on the mattress in the corner of his pad. Now he jumped to his feet and paced back and forth.
I dumped some more red into the paper cup. It was getting soggy because I'd been pouring wine into it since I'd arrived at Blue's pad.
He was in bad shape. Without a fix, he'd be crawling up the walls before midnight. I said, "You don't have to stick around just because I'm here."
"Hell, you're my guest!"
"I appreciate that, Blue. I've also done a lot of moving around lately. So I don't mind a little rest and quiet."
He seemed to be fidgeting, even though he was standing still. "I hate to run out on you."
"Forget it." I removed my jacket and rolled it up to form a pillow. While I stretched out on my back on the bare floor, Blue continued to pace.
"Don't hang around here, Blue. If you've got a date-go."
"Yeah, I do," he answered, obviously happy with the opening I'd given him. He slipped his skinny arms into a ragged sweater, and then you couldn't tell he was wearing only a blue T-shirt underneath.
"See you around, Harmon." Blue rushed out of the pad, slamming the door shut behind him.
The paper cup was balanced on my chest. I looked over the rim of it, at the incense curling towards the ceiling and at the soiled and tattered wallpaper on the other side of the room. It was nice and quiet here. Blue's pad was located a couple of blocks off Normandie. I felt as though I were in some small town, instead of Hollywood.
I thought about Blue. We'd worked the same shift on the loading platform before I'd taken off for Mexico. He was probably a mainliner now. When I'd come into Los Angeles today, Blue's mother had been very happy to see me. She remembered Blue's last address, and I knew she still cared about his well-being. Her weary eyes pleaded with me to go to see him, and then to bring her some good news about him at a later date.
I picked up the paper cup and sipped at the warm wine. Lying on my back, some of it dribbled out of the sides of my mouth and trickled through my young beard as it traveled down my chin. I swiped the back of my hand at my throat, feeling very lonely and depressed.
Shouldn't feel that way, I thought. Not now. Out of jail and out of sight, man. Just keep looking for cunt. I hadn't put on any fucking mileage since the night with Suzy and Emmy.
Now I heard the door opening. I knew it wasn't Blue rehiring. He wouldn't make it back this soon. It takes a while to get the stuff before you can run the needle under your skin.
"Blue?" a girl asked.
"He's not here," I said. "He just left." I kept staring at the door. Finally she came out of the dimness and stood in the candlelight.
She was barefoot, and she was wearing bell-bottoms.
A pale, pinched face with long black hair stuck out of the hole in the heavy woolen gray poncho. "I just took a chance-that he might be here." She continued to stand in the center of Blue's pad, her eyes darting about
"Stay if you want to. He may be back later." I pointed at the paper cup Blue had left sitting on the floor, next to his mattress. "Have some of Blue's wine."
"Blue never drinks wine."
"I know. That's why it hasn't been touched. Help yourself."
She walked silently across the room, bent down and picked up the cup. After she'd taken a sip, she stared down at me. The cup was nestled between her hands.
"I'd like to stay," she said. She crossed her ankles and sat down on the floor. "For a while."
After I'd taken another sip, I set the cup on my chest again. Her head was centered on the rim of my cup as she stared at me.
She said, "I thought Blue might know something about Casey."
I shook my head. Blue hadn't mentioned anyone by the name of Casey. In fact, Blue hadn't mentioned the name of anyone I could remember.
"Casey was uptight" she continued. "She was pregnant."
"Any pregnant chick is uptight. Especially around the belly."
"Oh, shit," she said. "Don't you have charisma."
"Yeah."
"I don't think so."
"Tell me about Casey."
"Casey was my best friend. We came out here together-from Ohio. We were together all the time, until she moved in with Blue. After he got her pregnant, he told her to get out. Isn't that something?"
"That's something, all right."
"Do you know where Casey is?"
"No," I said. "I just got into Los Angeles today. I haven't seen anyone-except Blue." Forget his mother.
"You've seen me, now."
"That's right."
"I'm Fran."
"Harmon."
"Pleased to meet you, Harmon."
We both took a drink of wine after that, as though we were silently toasting the occasion.
Fran had emptied her cup. She set it on the floor beside her.
"Have some more wine, Fran."
She shook her head and stood up. "I've got to go."
"Well, take it easy."
"Sure." She walked silently across the room, and I heard the door closing softly behind her.
It was very quiet and lonely again. I wish I had to go somewhere, I thought. The idea of going from one place to another seemed a good idea. But just as quickly as it had come, the feeling had vanished. I'd just wait here until Blue got back, because I'd forgotten to mention seeing his mother.
"Would you like to come along, Harmon?"
I stared at the door. I couldn't see Fran and I hadn't heard her return.
"Where to?"
"I don't know. Maybe to see Carol. She's got a pad up the street." It was warm in the room, and the wine had relaxed me. I thought about getting up and going with Fran. That seemed to take a lot of energy.
"Why don't you come along, Harmon?"
"What the hell." The paper cup toppled off my chest as I struggled to my feet. I picked up my jacket and slung it over my shoulder.
Outside it was dark and we didn't talk as we walked along the sidewalk. The street was deserted, except for a mangy dog that followed us for a while, then loped across the street and disappeared. Fran turned and headed up a narrow walk between a couple of shabby buildings, then stopped and rapped on a door.
It was a low and unpainted lean-to, constructed against the back of an old building. Candlelight flickered inside as the door opened.
"Hi, Carol." Fran stepped inside.
I followed Fran inside and caught sight of the blonde girl, munching on a peanut butter sandwich. Her hair was braided, a golden coil on the top of her head. Her feet, legs, and arms were bare, because she was wearing a pale green hospital gown. It was so short, its hem barely covered her pussy. Seductive nipple mounds were visible under the cloth.
"This is Harmon," Fran told her.
Carol's blue eyes appraised me, and she offered a smile. "Hi, man."
Fran explained, "He was at Blue's." She sat down on the floor and leaned her shoulders against the wall.
"Would you like a sandwich?" Carol swung the door shut with her foot.
"No, thanks." My glance refused to move away from her as she walked by me.
"I've got plenty," Carol said.
Amen. And it was all in the right places.
"I've got a fresh jar of peanut butter, and a whole loaf of bread. I'm hooked on peanut butter sandwiches."
I declined by shaking my head, then sat down on the floor, next to a bass drum that served as a coffee table. It was old and battered. A candle and an ash tray sat on the skin that had been patched and taped in several places. Like, it couldn't be beat.
Carol asked Fran, "Did you find Casey?"
"Blue wasn't there."
"He wouldn't know where she is, would he?" Carol asked.
"I thought he might," Fran answered sadly.
Carol settled on her knees near Fran and shoved the last chunk of the sandwich into her mouth. Daintily, she sucked at the tips of her fingers while she chewed. The hospital gown was open at the back, and her bare skin was like a stripe of gold.
Carol asked Fran, "When are you leaving?"
"I think I'll go tonight. Like now. I got some bread from home today."
"I'd like to go to San Francisco," Carol said.
"I'm taking the bus."
While they continued to talk, I looked around Carol's pad. There was a confederate flag on the far wall. A door, slightly ajar, revealed a bathroom. It was just big enough.
I leaned back and let my shoulders settled onto the floor, then folded my hands under the back of my head. The candle flickered and the gold stars pasted on the unpainted ceiling twinkled. A quarter moon of golden paper swayed at the end of a string over the mattress that was in the far corner of the room.
Fran had gotten to her feet, and now she was looking down at me. "I've got to go, Harmon."
I looked up at her and waited for her to continue.
"Do you want to go to San Francisco with me?"
"No. I just got to Los Angeles."
"Peace." Fran walked away, and seconds later she'd closed the door behind her.
I turned my head and looked at Carol. She was still on her knees, with her hands folded in front of her. She asked, "Is Blue your friend?"
"I saw him today. For the first time in more than a year."
"I'll bet you're a good friend."
I rolled onto my side. I could look at her now, without straining my neck. I spent almost a minute looking at her. At the hard nipples and breasts, shoving out the front of her gown. At the serene and almost angelic look on her face. And at the golden thighs, their juncture seductively shadowed under the hem of her gown.
Finally I said, "I truthfully can't remember ever being a friend of someone. And I never had a friend."
"Oh."
"Friends are friends, pals are pals, but buddies sleep together."
Her smile brightened up the pad. "I think that's funny."
Thanks. Maybe someday I'll come up with something really funny. I'd like to hear you laugh."
She got to her feet and walked slowly towards me. That was a very nice thing to say, Harmon."
I rolled onto my back and looked up, letting my glance savor the sight under the hem of her gown. The patch between her naked thighs was as golden as her moon. But her thatch wasn't made out of paper.
The air cooled my tongue as I sucked in my breath. Then I asked, "Hasn't anyone ever wanted to hear you laugh? My hand closed around a trim ankle.
She shook her head. "It was the other part of what you said I liked. The 'someday' part."
She sank to her knees beside me. Her hand began to rub my chest and my hand began to rub her naked thigh.
"'Someday' means in the future," she said. "It's nice to having something to look forward to-in the future." Then her mouth tightened and she began to blink rapidly.
"Come on, Carol. It can't be that bad."
She swallowed a couple of times as she nodded. Then courage lifted her chin. "That's right."
She'd tried to sound very brave and confident, but it hadn't come out that way. The awareness of the quiver in her voice slammed into my chest. I felt the overpowering rush of loneliness that had dogged me, ever since I'd stepped into Blue's pad.
"Oh, Christ!" I blurted out.
My hand tugged at her and she toppled forward. I held her tightly as her breasts burrowed into my chest. She was crying softly, her face nestled into the hollow of my shoulder.
While I held her, I felt the emotion that jolted through her body; and I remembered years ago, bawling my goddamned eyes out because I was so scared and alone in that orphanage. Eventually, I'd forced myself to pull up my chin and fight off the depression and loneliness. And so now I embraced her hot, soft body and hoped she would be able to do the same thing.
After awhile she began to move around in my embrace. I loosened my arms and she sat up. Her eyes were misty and her cheeks were damp.
"Be my buddy, Hardy. Stay with me tonight."
I used my thumbs and gently wiped away some of the dampness from her cheeks. "Sure."
"But you don't have to."
"I want to. Dammit, I want to! I've wanted to do that, ever since I came in here and saw you."
She kissed her fingertips, then pressed them to my lips, to shut me up. She stood up, gripping my hand. I got to my feet and we walked over to her mattress.
She raised her arms, and her fingers worked at the coiled braids on top of her head. They slipped down and she fluffed them out. The soft, golden strands of hair spilled down the sides of her neck and swirled around her shoulders.
Her voice sounded choked. "The last one in bed has to sleep in the back."
She squirmed her shoulders, letting the gown fall forward and slide down her arms. It settled to the floor around her bare feet. Her golden body, naked and inviting, was bathed in the candle's glow.
In the nude she seemed much taller now, almost statuesque, with jutting, cone-shaped breasts. They were topped with huge, pink nipples that were also cone-shaped, resembling a second set of miniature breasts. Her flanks curved into a tiny waist, and then the silhouette of her body flared out to soft, rounded hips. Her thatch was a golden tuft, snuggled between firm and shapely thighs.
I postponed my undressing as I watched her kneel down, then stretch out on the near edge of the mattress. She settled onto her back with her legs together and her arms pressed against her sides.
She was so seductive and soft and inviting that my rigid cock throbbed impatiently against my fly. The blood pumped hotly through my body and my skin felt as though I were on fire. The tip of her tongue moistened her red, full lips, and her breasts rose and fell in quick rhythm, as she waited for me.
CHAPTER FOUR
After I'd undressed I stood at the edge of the mattress and stared down at Carol's lush and motionless body. The head of my rigid cock bobbed impatiently up and down. Because I was the last one in bed, I had to sleep in the back-according to her rules. As I savored her lush curves and swollen nipples, I knew that I'd never jump or step over her.
Why walk when you can crawl?
My knee caps settled onto the bare, hard floor beside the mattress. Carol's eyes opened.
She studied me through the screen of her long, dark lashes. Her right leg moved sideways and began to rub against my thigh.
"What's taking you so long, Harmon?"
"I'm enjoying the scenery."
"You're very sweet, to say things like that about me." Sweet?
That hardly described me. I was so horny my skin was filmed with perspiration. With the candle in back of me, my body cast a shadow across her pelvis. Her thicket of golden hair now appeared darker, almost the shade of burnished copper. And with her thighs parted, so that her leg could rub against mine, her pussy was a seductive, beckoning treasure.
I asked, "Is that what you want? A sweet buddy?"
I bent forward and firmed my lips against her hot, soft belly. The tendrils from her snatch tickled the corners of my mouth; and I caught the scent of her heat and passion. It was a musky odor, not unlike that which I'd imagined the last three hundred and sixty odd nights while I'd been lying in my cell bunk.
"No," she answered in a throaty voice. "I want a man."
Her left leg slid towards the rear of the mattress. Now her cunt lay exposed, moist and swollen between her fabulous, forked thighs. I ran the tip of my middle finger from top to bottom, and along her wet cleft. I heard her groan and she squirmed her butt into the mattress.
"A man-that's what you're going to get, Carol."
"When?"
"Right now."
I got off my knees and put them onto the mattress between her legs. Then I stretched out on top of her golden, glowing body. My staff was planted along the full length of her hot slit while my mouth went to her left tit.
Her nipple reminded me of a miniature tit. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, before taking it between my lips. Then it was a fiery, cone-shaped coal, pulsating rhythmically against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. As I sucked furiously, I felt the bit of her fingernails, slashing at my shoulder blades. Her pelvis rolled and bounced, and her hot and hungry cunt swabbed the length of my cock with her burning juices.
"What are you waiting for?" she complained.
My mouth went from her tit to her mouth. As my lips smashed against hers and our tongues dueled, I tasted peanuts, peanut butter, and peanut butter sandwiches.
I raised my butt, and then I began my probe. The crown of my dripping cock found the urgent and inviting core of her cunt. I humped, and the head of my cock furrowed into her moist thatch, split the wet and constricting opening, and then plunged into her slippery, cuntal channel.
She jerked her mouth from mine and gasped joyously. As her pelvis pressured upwards, I powered my pelvis downward; and my cock burgeoned into her vagina until it was completely buried inside of her.
"You are a man, Harmon!"
I withdrew about four inches of hard meat, and then I rammed the entire length of my cock into her quivering box again. My thrust was so powerful and lusty that it drove a fart out of her.
It sounded like a muffled pistol shot, and the sound turned me on.
While she gasped and whimpered, I shuttled my cock in and out of her. Immediately, I felt the beginning sensations of my impending come. Rapturous surges swirled along the full length of my cock and crackled in its supersensitive crown.
Her arms enclosed me in a tight grip while her legs were clamped around my waist. I tried to stroke her with long and probing thrusts, but she held me too tightly. I was only able to pump weakly because the peak of my come was now a hot and churning mass of lava, clotting the end of my cock.
"That feels so good!" Carol mumbled. "You're so big and deep inside of me-I can feel you-in my toes and in my scalp." Her thighs slid from my waist. "Go deeper-and do it harder."
Her pelvis became a vicious, bouncing machine. She thumped her slippery thatch against my hair while her shuttling cunt ravaged my tingling cock. I Was really able to hump her now. With each thrust, I drove the head of my cock into her quivering depths.
At her urging, I drove my cock deeper and deeper. Her cuntal channel had become coated with a thick, hot layer of juice. As my staff flashed in and out of her, it became encircled by a cloying ring of moisture. The hot, firm grip of her spasming cunt nearly made me delirious.
"Buddy-Harmon-man, oh, man, so good, so great, so wild-Harmon-Harmon-let me feel your come!"
I roared lustily through clenched teeth and rammed my cock into her. As I felt the powerful spurts of my come, I became aware of the increased pulsations of her cuntal muscles around my sensitive cock. I grabbed her buttocks. I pulled her up and held her tightly against me while my mouth suctioned at her tongue the way her cunt was suctioning the pumping violence out of my jetting cock.
For some reason her wild passion had turned me into an animal, filled with raw lust. I spasmed through a spine-tingling come; but, at the same time, I had the uncontrollable desire to savor every quiver and droplet of her hot passion.
"Don't leave me, Harmon. Let me feel you longer-inside of me-my pussy."
Her pelvis continued to pitch and roll. Her cunt was brimming with juice, and my cock slipped out of it. I heard her cry of disappointment because I'd broken the connection. But then I also heard her cry of delight as I burrowed my face into the juncture of her moist thighs. The sounds of her ecstasy became muffled because she'd slammed her thighs against my ears.
Then I ate pussy. Carol's.
I bellied down on the mattress with both of my arms under her thighs. With my lips jammed against the vertical lips of her swollen cunt, my tongue corkscrewed in and out of her well. Every thrust coated my tongue with her come and my come. Each time I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, I gulped and swallowed the fiery juices.
I couldn't believe it. The juices were unmistakably peanut butter flavored.
During the past year I'd often though about a moment like this. I'd imagined all kinds of scents and flavors while I slurped and sucked; but not once had I ever thought that a girl's box would taste like Carol's.
Wildly, my tongue drilled into her, swirling and flailing so that I could scrape off all the sauce clinging to the walls of her well. I heard her ecstatic scream, and suddenly a gush of hot cream hit the tip of my tongue. Her thighs were now clamped against the sides of my head. My skin tingled and my pelvis throbbed with rapture as my tongue probed and scoured the interior of her cuntal channel. Eventually she began to discontinue her squirming and moaning, and by that time, I'd licked her almost dry.
I pushed myself onto my knees, lurched sideways, and tumbled onto the mattress beside her.
Sprawled out on the back of the mattress, I drew air into my famished lungs. I'd gotten over the hump. So to speak.
"Hi, buddy."
Carol rolled onto her side to face me. Her hot and moist body and tits pressured against me. Her mouth lightly caressed my lips. Her breath fanned my parched tongue. Then she snuggled down onto the mattress, on her back, with her soft and luscious body fitted against mine.
The candle flickered, perhaps because of the hot air we'd stirred up in the pad. Above me, the golden, paper moon slowly turned back and forth, like a weather vane searching out the direction of a restless breeze.
"Are you asleep?" she asked. "No. Just relaxing."
"It's funny," she whispered. "But I'm not lonely any more."
I grinned up at the ceiling. That's what a good fuck does for lonely people. When the time came that I would be ready to get into some type of business, I knew what it would be. A Club for Lonely People. Maybe run a few ads in the Free Press, just to get it started. Why be lonely-fuck! If you're lonely, you're not fucking. It had a great potential.
I turned my head so that I could see her face. She was lying on her back. The long, dark lashes rested on her cheekbones, her profile clear and distinct, because of the candlelight beyond. My glance followed the straight bride of her tiny nose, the slightly parted lips, still puffed with passion, and then the curved line of her chin. I asked, "Do you get lonely often?"
She didn't reply immediately. Then she said, "That's a loaded question."
"Why?"
"Because if I admit that I do, then you'll think I get laid often, to get over my loneliness."
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does. Because you asked, apparently it does matter to you. So I'll answer you. I've been lonely for a very long time, Harmon."
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice. Immediately I remembered the way I'd felt, stretched out on my back in Blue's pad before Fran's arrival. The first time. Recalling the moment, I realized that I'd been just as lonely, too.
"So have I," I admitted. "But like you, I'm not lonely any more."
She squirmed and rubbed her hip and shoulder against mine. Merely the movement of her silken skin against me sent ripples of wanting through my crotch. I felt the blood pulsing in my cock. It wasn't hard yet, but it was stirring and coming to life.
I slide my hand across her belly, moved it downwards, and then let the palm of my hand rest on her cunt. I felt the throbbing of her pulse.
She squirmed her shoulders. "Oooooh, even that turns me on, Harmon."
With the tip of my middle finger I tickled her moist slit. The moisture quickly increased, and then her pelvis began to quiver.
"It feels so good," I said, "that I'm starting to get another erection."
"Let me feel it getting hard!"
I expected her to grab my cock, but instead she rolled over, and a second later she'd stretched out on top of me. Her knees pushed my legs together and gripped them tightly while her hot belly settled onto mine. She squirmed and shifted her hips until her pulsating cunt was positioned squarely on top of my rapidly hardening cock. Her heated tits were cushioned against my chest.
"Do you feel it getting hard?" I asked.
She nodded. Her eyes were sultry as she stared into mine. "I hope I'm not too heavy for you. Am I?"
"Eventually you may squeeze the juice right out of me, but not because of your weight."
Her hands caressed the sides of my head and my ears. "You really squirt when you come, Harmon."
"Did it feel good?"
"Mmmmm." She squirmed her pelvis and rubbed her swollen cunt against my erection. "When you let go-it felt like you were shooting all that hot juice up into my chest."
"Thanks."
"Oh-I can feel it getting hard. And big."
I'd been rubbing her back and shoulders. Now, as my hands crept lazily to the sides of her breasts, she put out her hands. Then she braced herself so that her luscious tits lightly rested on my chest.
"And I can feel you getting hot, Carol. Those tits really turn me on."
"I'm so glad," she whispered.
She squirmed her body forward. Her heated skin rubbed against mine until she'd positioned herself so that her nipples were near my face. Her hand slipped under the right breast and cupped it. Then she lowered the shoulder so that the nipple was aimed at my mouth.
"Then you shall have them," she said. I had them both.
For long and pleasurable minutes she held the right breast while I nursed. I swirled my tongue around her hard, cone-shaped nipple, coating it with my saliva. When it was nice and slippery, I took it into my mouth. While I sucked and pulled on it, I realized that her nipple was almost as large as a young girl's entire tit and the nursing became an erotic and lusty experience.
Long before Yd mauled her left nipple in the same way, my cock had begun to ache. It had hardened to such an extent that it was now a fiery pole of steel that throbbed against her thighs. While I tried to draw part of her full and heated breast into my mouth, I pumped my pelvis. It was an automatic reaction, because I wanted to plunge my cock into the wet and waiting cunt.
"Ooooh," she mumbled. "Let's fuck now, Harmon."
"Yes! Let's do it!"
Even before I'd answered, she'd moved herself downward again. As she raised her buttocks, her hand took my cock and guided it into her hot, slippery cleft. Slowly, she lowered herself. When she'd enveloped my cock completely with her pulsating cuntal sheath, her body was pinned against mine again. Her passionate lips kissed the side of my neck.
"Oh, Harmon," she purred. "It feels so good."
She was motionless and so was I, but my cock and her cunt throbbed powerfully and in quick rhythm.
It felt so fantastic that passion clotted my throat. It was an effort to talk. "You could get me to come-without moving anything but your muscles inside."
"Then let's do it!"
"Okay."
"And it will last that much longer."
"I hope so."
We had good intentions but they didn't work out the way we'd planned. It was impossible for me to remain motionless very long. Her hot and ragged breath fanned the side of my neck, and it tickled erotically each time she exhaled. Her skin became fiery under my fidgeting fingertips. The touch of her hot tits and belly pressed against my sensitive skin poured fire and lust into my groin.
My cock was imbedded in the tight and slippery grip of her sheath, being teased and caressed and milked by the rhythmic pulsing of her powerful vaginal muscles. So intense was the sensation in my cock that my butt began to spasm, motivated by the urgency that crackled in my cock. It was the boss of my pelvis, my limbs, and my entire body; and it suddenly demanded that all of me respond to its wishes.
"You're moving," she gasped. "But it feels so good." Already her pelvis had begun to roll and fidget, as though her pussy had similarly taken control of her body.
"Carol-I can't help it-I tried-"
"I know, I know!" she wailed.
And then her body, like mine, broke free of the restraint she'd imposed upon it. Her butt bounced wildly and energetically up and down while my fingernails clawed at the hot globes of her ass. Each time her pelvis hammered against mine, my pelvis jerked and drove my cock into her lusty sheath.
Our grunts, hoarse and loud, filled her tiny pad. I felt the slow and all-enveloping pressure of my orgasm as it churned through my pelvis. Then it rocketed through my hard and sensitive cock. As I bridged and drove my cock into her, she began to quiver. And then, very suddenly, her gushing flood of juices enveloped my squirting cock.
Gasping for breath, she settled wearily on top of me. Her head came to rest in the hollow of my shoulder. "Don't take it out," she said in a soft, low voice.
I felt her body become limp, and I knew that she'd dropped off to sleep.
I felt wonderfully drained and relaxed, and I teetered on the brink of sleep that curled luxuriously around me. For a couple of minutes I continued to stare wide eyed at the ceiling, still savoring the sensations in my cock. The juices seeped out of her well and tickled my balls.
I rolled my tongue and rubbed it up against the roof of my mouth. Again I tasted peanut butter. That immediately brought on the pangs of hunger. I remembered the fresh loaf of bread and the jar of peanut butter she had in the pad. I had a strong urge to get up and fix a sandwich.
But Carol was sound asleep on top of me, and my cock was still inside of her.
And so I didn't move.
Who wants to eat at a time like that?
CHAPTER FIVE
After I'd showered, I slipped into my slacks. As soon as the water in the sauce pan on the hot plate began to boil, I poured some into a cup. I stirred it, to mix the water with the powdered coffee. Then I took the cup, sat down on the floor, and leaned up against the wall of Carol's pad. It felt cool against my bare shoulders.
It was past midday, I knew, by the angle of the sunlight coming in one of the windows; but I didn't know the exact time. I had no watch, and Carol had no clock in her pad. It didn't matter. Ever since I'd gotten out of Mexico, ignoring the passage of time had become life's greatest luxury. For an entire year I'd been obsessed with time, counting the days, hours, and minutes that remained until I'd be free again.
Now, as I sipped my coffee, I realized that I couldn't even recall how long I'd been with Carol. It might have been a week, two weeks, or ten days. The days had blended into nights, then again into days but always there had been Carol, and me. We cooked and ate and made love and slept, and then we did the same thing again; but never in the same sequence, and it was never routine. Occasionally we went out to shop for a few groceries, or to walk into Hollywood, but most of the time we were happy to stay in her pad.
We spent most of the time here. And we spent most of our time fucking.
Finishing my coffee, I realized that this was the first time that Carol had gone out without me. I got up, set my empty cup next to the hot plate, and then I looked into the old, battered refrigerator. It was empty. We'd apparently finished up everything the previous day. As I closed the door, I felt the sharp pangs of hunger.
I assumed that Carol must have gone out to buy more food. Until she returned there was nothing in the pad to eat. Except some peanut butter.
I unscrewed the lid on the jar and peered inside. It was still half full. I ran my forefinger around the inside of the jar and scooped up several ridges that had been formed by Carol's knife. As I sucked the glob of peanut butter off my finger I heard the door opening.
Carol had returned.
I grinned at her, relishing the sudden and unexpected jolt of warmth that had been ignited by the sight of her return. The long, loose-fitting, prairie dress camouflaged her luscious curves; but its high waist accentuated the full and jutting breasts. Her golden strands resembled restless sunbeams around her shoulders.
"Oh, Harmon!" she called out. Then she hurried towards me with her arms outstretched.
I caught her and embraced her tightly. I felt her warm and lusty body through the material of her dress. Her pelvis rolled and fidgeted as she shoved herself against the front of me. Through the material of her dress and my slacks I felt the mounded outline of her pussy as it mauled my stiffening cock.
She tipped her head back and smiled up at me. "What have you been doing?"
"Having some peanut butter." And I had the scented forefinger to prove it. "Oh, I didn't get any bread."
"Who needs bread."
"You enjoy it straight, too?"
My arms encircled her loosely, but my hands had been busy. My fingers had clutched and tugged at the back of her dress until most of it was now crumpled up in my hands. The moment I felt the hem, I slipped my hands underneath the material. I began to squeeze and maul the hot, hard globes of her ass.
I told her, "I take it-any way I can get it." She moaned throatily and squirmed her body against me. "I rushed home, Harmon."
"So take off your clothes."
"Yes, I will!"
She stepped out of my embrace. Her hands moved swiftly, opened a few fasteners, and then she began to wriggle out of the dress.
I watched the hem moving upwards. First I saw her fine, golden legs, then her thighs. Next I caught sight of her golden-thatched cunt, and finally her tiny waist. Impatiently, she whipped the dress off the top of her head. Now her fantastic, hard breasts jutted in my direction while the mass of disheveled hair framed her excited face.
"But I'm truly sorry," she apologized.
"For what?"
"Because there's nothing to eat here, except some peanut butter."
I shoved my forefinger into the jar and brought it out, coated with peanut butter. "I don't want to hear any more excuses," I teased.
"But I feel badly about it!"
"Don't."
I rubbed my forefinger over the tip of her left nipple and coated it with peanut butter. Some still remained on my finger, and I applied it to the other nipple. Merely touching the cone-shaped beauties had increased the throbbing in my cock. It strained and tried to break out of my fly. Her glance was fixed on my mounded crotch as her hand carefully pulled down my zipper. My cock leaped out. Then it quivered as it stood at a defiant angle, exuberant because it had escaped its confinement.
"Oh, you're tremendous," she complimented in a husky voice.
Her hands tugged urgently at the waistband of my slacks. She got it open and shoved my slacks down my thighs. Abruptly she bent forward in front of me. Her palms were hot as she gently cupped my sac and rolled her moist, pursed lips around the head of my flared cock.
Her tits were suspended, and they swayed seductively like huge, golden pears. My hands automatically closed over them. As I gripped and mauled her fantastic breasts, the tips became slippery because of the peanut butter I'd already smeared on them. Some of the peanut butter clung to the palms of my hands. I began to rub them around her pendulous breasts, and moments later I'd coated her tits completely with a film of peanut butter.
Carol straightened up. Her hands continued to tug and caress my cock. Raw lust crackled in her eyes, and passion had heightened the color in her cheeks.
"Get undressed, Harmon," she urged in a choked voice.
"By all means." My bare ass thumped against the bare floor as I sat down and began to pull off my slacks.
Carol knelt down in front of me. The tip of her tongue moved restlessly over her parted lips. Her hands mauled her tits, like a baker kneading mounds of dough.
"I want to do something, Harmon." She squirmed towards me on her knees.
"Lay it on me, baby."
"Stretch out on your back-and I will."
As I leaned backwards and settled onto my shoulders, I saw her move in between my parted legs. She bent forward, and the next second she'd trapped my cock in the valley of her fiery tits. A gasp of ecstasy shot into my throat as I felt the mauling pressure of swollen, peanut butter-coated tits. The sensation was intensified because the strands of her hair tickled my heaving belly.
I squirmed helplessly. Her hands shoved her tits together and transferred much of the peanut butter so that it coated my staff. At first my cock felt sticky, then slippery as the heat of our lusty bodies melted the peanut butter.
She began to moan lustily. Her tits released my cock, and then I felt the tip of her tongue against the base of my staff. Wild jolts of ecstasy crackled through my groin. Slowly, she worked her tongue up the length of my cock, licking furiously as though she meant to devour a popsicle before it melted.
The sensations were so delightful that I could only rock my shoulders. The instant her tongue had ascended to the top of my dribbling cock, it began its slow, erotic descent down another part of my shaft. It was a delirious sensation that bordered on torture. I groaned and pitched impatiently, waiting for the moment when her tongue would tickle and lick the rim of my sensitive crown.
What made the experience so sensational was the fact that this was the first time that Carol had given any indication that she wanted to suck my hardness. Since we'd been together she'd never intimated that she wanted to suck me off, and I had tactfully avoided the subject. I'd been under the impression that it wasn't her bag. Whatever the reason that had restrained her from wanting to suck me, I'd long ago decided that I wouldn't force her.
But now it was an unexpected pleasure to savor and enjoy the hungry and urgent lapping Of her tongue as it cleaned off the peanut butter that clung to my staff. My mouth opened wider and my pelvis lurched upwards as I felt the circle of her lips enclosing the crest of my cock. The tip of her tongue stabbed against the taut, slitted opening before it flicked downward and began to swirl wetly around the quivering, bulging rim.
I rolled my hips and shoulders and clamped my eyes shut. For a few quick seconds I recalled the night I'd been awakened by Emmy in Suzy's house. That had been an unexpected pleasure, too, but the sensations now were so much better that the memory of Emmy crouched over me was lost in a blur of wild ecstasy.
Leisurely, I began to pump my pelvis up and down. With each surge, I felt the length of my tingling cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth. One of her hands gently massaged my balls while the fingers of her other hand tickled the crack of my ass. The semen rocked and churned in my groin. I felt it clogging my cock, rising quickly in its initial stage of explosion.
While her suctioning mouth drew on my come-clogged cock and sent ecstatic jolts of pleasure into my crotch, I panted hoarsely and bridged my quivering body. My shoulders continued to rock, moving my body across the bare floor. My hands lashed out and groped for Carol's thighs. My hand delved into their juncture, and I felt the juice seeping out of the golden-fringed cleft. I began to move my body across the floor, as though the fulcrum were at the small of my back. I grabbed Carol's hips and shoved them upwards. I held her suspended until I'd lurched across the floor and positioned my head between her thighs.
She whimpered gutturally as her teeth scraped my throbbing staff. I pulled down her pelvis until I was able to shove my tongue into her honeyed cleft. Some of her juice trickled out of the side of my mouth and ran down the side of my neck. I continued to bury my face into the juncture of her thighs as I sucked at the hot cream that dripped out of her cunt. The peak of my orgasm was now a fiery clot in the head of my cock. Ecstatic sensations swirled around it each time I felt the constricting muscles in her throat.
Simultaneously, it seemed, we both rocketed to the peak of our climaxes. She sucked and gulped voraciously as the violence of my semen bombarded the back of her throat My tongue was a corkscrew, auguring every drop of peanut butter-flavored gravy out of her well.
The fantastic sensations lingered for a while and eventually Carol straightened up, then moved off the top of me. I opened my eyes, and through the clearing mists of passion I saw her on her knees beside me. With her hands clasped loosely between her thighs, it reminded me of the first night I'd met her. That night she'd been wearing the hospital robe. Now she was beautifully naked. Her aroused tits stuck out defiantly, the cone-shaped nipples taut and dark crimson.
She said, "I wanted to do that for a long time, Harmon."
My hand rubbed her thigh. "And I wanted you to do it to me."
"Then why didn't you ask me?"
I grinned at her. "I had the impression you didn't want to."
"Yes. It's true. I really didn't want to. Until today. Just a little while ago."
"It was terrific."
"Can I tell you something?" She sounded very serious.
"Tell me-anything you want to tell me."
"The one other time I tried it, it made me sick." Her glance avoided mine as she kept her head lowered.
After a moment she added, "It was this job. My first one, after I came out to Hollywood. I'd made an application at a couple of places, trying to get some work, any work, in the movies or TV. A girl I'd met told me about the producer that was getting ready to do a picture, and she told me to go see him. I did, and he told me I had a job if I wanted it. That was after I had to strip for him and he had a chance to see me completely naked. Anyway, he promised me fifty dollars, and he assured me that I'd only have to work a day. It seemed like a million dollars. Especially because I needed the money so badly. To pay the rent on this pad, and buy some clothes and food.
"And that's all I worked. One day. They were making a picture, but it wasn't what I'd expected. I wanted to leave and forget about it, but it was too late. Besides, I needed the money. It was a movie about some guy and me. First I had to let him make it with me, and then afterwards-I had to suck him. With the cameras going, he wasn't able to get an erection. I had to lick and suck him until my tongue and mouth were raw, and my jaws ached. I didn't want to do it, and I wanted to leave, but I had to go on because I needed that fifty dollars. And-finally, when I'd gotten it hard and he eventually started to come, they made him squirt all over me. I felt nothing but revulsion. They had him finish up by jacking off, and his hot semen splattered all over me. He squirted some on my nipples and breasts. Into my face. It hit my eyes and nose and because my mouth was open, a couple of drops went inside. I wanted to spit it out, but they yelled for me to swallow it as though I were enjoying it so that they could get all of it on film. And so it went on and on; it seemed like he squirted gallons on me. When they finally stopped the cameras, I got sick to my stomach, and I vomited all over the guy, the bed, and everything. But they paid me the fifty dollars."
Now she pulled up her head and her glance met mine. Her eyes brightened as she stroked my stomach. "But with you it was wild, Harmon."
"I can say the same thing."
She stood up and walked naked across the pad. She reached up and her fingertips briefly caressed the suspended, golden, paper moon.
"I've got another job-starting tomorrow morning." Her voice was without any feeling. "It's with the same man. He's going to make another movie. This time I'll get seventy-five dollars. And I won't have to suck anyone. I insisted on it, and he agreed." She turned and looked at me. 'Isn't that wonderful?"
"Sure."
My glance moved slowly over her golden, curvy, and seductive body. Today I'd maul it, savor it, and devour its delights. Tomorrow it would be someone else, and they'd record everything on film.
She added, "That's where I went this morning. To get the job."
I nodded thoughtfully. That's where she went this morning, to get the job, to get the money, to buy something to eat for us in the pad. Now I understood why she'd apologized for not having brought home some bread to go with the peanut butter.
While I'd been flat on my ass and asleep, she'd been out, hustling, because there was nothing in the pad for me to eat. Except a half jar of peanut butter. And I didn't have a cent to my name-not even enough to buy a single slice of bread.
Carol asked again, "Isn't that wonderful?"
"That's great." I got to my feet.
"I was hoping you'd be happy." She hurried towards me. Now with her arms around me and with her hot body snuggled against mine, she smiled up at me. "I'm very happy."
My hands briefly slid along her flanks and then caressed the soft, heated skin of her back. Her pelvis fidgeted and rolled, her hot, swollen cunt bringing excitement to my crotch.
"Let's fuck, Harmon."
"All right." Gently I moved her away from me. "Don't you want to?"
"You're damned right I do. But not right now." I scooped up my slacks and stepped into them. "What's wrong with now?" '"I'm going out."
"Now?" she asked. "I don't understand."
"If you can go out and get a job, I can do the same."
"But why-"
"Because!" I cut her off sharply as I slipped into my shirt and buttoned it. "Well, okay, Harmon."
She found her hospital gown and put it on. When I picked up my jacket and slung it over my shoulder, I suddenly realized that the scene was like the rerun of a movie. Except that in this instance the film was running backwards. I'd come into her pad with my jacket slung over my shoulder, and she'd been wearing the hospital gown.
I went to the door and opened it. With my glance fixed on the juncture of her thighs I pursed my lips in a kiss. "Keep my dinner warm, Carol."
"Oh, I will, Harmon."
As I stepped outside and started up the narrow walkway, I became aware of two things. It was afternoon, and it was smoggy. The smog stung my nostrils and clung to my skin. It was like a film on my body and it was uncomfortable. Cars going by on the street belched out more fumes and carbon monoxide. I squinted into the brightness of the afternoon sun and wondered where in the hell I would find a job. I didn't even know where I should start. Blue might have some suggestions, I decided.
It was a waste of time going by his pad. He was stretched out on his back on the filthy floor. His chest barely moved under the blue undershirt. Empty soda bottles and candy wrappers were scattered about, revealing the food he was living on. I couldn't tell if he'd been on a trip, or if he'd just taken one.
The quick visit to Blue's pad had left me edgy. By the time I'd walked to Sunset Boulevard, I was uptight because of the damned smog and the feeling of futility.
I stood on a street corner. Through teary eyes I blinked at the traffic signal and waited for it to turn green.
"Want a lift?"
A battered VW bus slid up to the curb and stopped. A guy with a beard peered out at me through Ben Franklin glasses.
"Where are you headed?"
"East. Towards Glendale."
I opened the door and slid onto the seat. The cushion was ripped and I kept my thigh away from the protruding spring.
I told him, "Thanks, man."
As the bus lurched forward, he began to sing about Jesus Christ
CHAPTER SIX
My right hand was hooked onto the Jacket that was slung over my shoulder. I used my left hand to punch the doorbell of the apartment, and then I settled my shoulder against the wall and waited.
Eventually, the door opened about an inch and one eye peered out at me. Then I heard the chain being unlocked. The door opened wider, and I was able to see Lura, standing inside. She kept one hand on the door. The other one held a drink. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell opened as she stared out at me.
"Oh, no," she said in disbelief. "It can't be. It just can't be. No, not you. Harmon-is it really, you?"
"It's me, Lura."
"But I can't believe it!" The door opened wider and she moved back a step. "Somebody said you were dead. Is it true?"
I grinned at her. "Yeah, but I decided to come back. One more time."
At first glance, it seemed she hadn't changed since I'd last seen her. Her hair was still rust-colored, with the ends curled up slightly just above the level of her shoulders. The bangs formed an awning over pale, green eyes. Her wide mouth was still as sexy as ever. The part of her chest that was visible at the V of her terry cloth robe was as clear and as white as it had ever been.
My glance moved over the curves of her body until it had descended to her bare legs and feet. Somehow Lura had changed. I knew why when my glance began to move upwards. She'd put on several additional pounds of weight, but she carried it very well. She'd always been on the skinny side. I studied the mounded tits under the robe and decided that she must have filled out some there, too.
Now she was asking, "Why did you come back?" The ice cubes tinkled as she drank from her glass.
I shrugged. "There was nothing better to do, I guess."
The tip of her tongue licked the moisture from her upper Up. "Seeing you again could drive a girl to drink. Not that I mind-but why didn't you send an angel to warn me that you were back?"
"I'll tell you all about it."
"Well, hell yes!" she replied as she linked her arm through mine and brought me into the apartment. "Let's get your ass in here!"
She set her drink on a small table and then slammed the door shut. Her hands gripped my biceps. "Let me look at you, you big hunk of shit." She nodded approvingly as she studied me from head to foot.
"Life-or wherever you've been-must have agreed with you, Harmon." Her arms slid around me. She embraced me and hugged me tightly while her head was pressed against my chest. "It's so good to see you again."
My arms were around her shoulders. I felt the heat of her lush body through the robe. A pleasant rush of desire streamed through my groin as I recalled the times we'd spent together. My glance flicked about the tiny apartment, to the rumpled studio couch that made into a bed, to the easy chair that still leaned to one side because two casters were missing, the cigarette marred coffee table, and the rest. Each object in the apartment triggered a memory of Lura, naked, and slim, her white skin flawless and resembling expensive china.
My hands slid down her back. I filled each fist with her crumpled terry robe and a hard buttock. She'd even added some weight in her ass.
"It's great being back, Lura."
"I need a drink after that." She slipped out of our embrace. "First to get over the shock of seeing you again, you son of a bitch, and second to celebrate your return. Come over here and tell me all about yourself."
She pulled an ice tray out of the refrigerator, broke the cubes free, and dumped them into a salad bowl that sat on the sink's sideboard. There was also visible a midget bottle of vermouth, a half bottle of gin, and a quart of gin with the seal unbroken.
I tossed my jacket onto a kitchen chair, straddled another one, and sat down. Lura was pouring gin over the cubes into two glasses.
I said, "If you'll remember, I went to Mexico."
"I remember."
"I had an accident, totaled out my car, and they put me in jail for a year."
"No shit!" Lura exclaimed. "No shit."
That was another way Lura had changed since I'd last seen her. Before I'd gone to Mexico she'd never used a four-letter word. Other than damn. Or geee.
She turned with the two drinks and handed me the glass in her right hand. "But now you're back. For good?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, shit, let's not get started on that, Harmon. Let's just have a drink and live!" She raised her glass.
I shuddered as the first gulp of the gin martini slid down my throat and hit the pit of my stomach. I swallowed a couple of times in quick succession to keep it down. The next sip tasted much better, and I began to feel the warmth of the alcohol seeping into my limbs.
"Come on over here," Laura invited. "Sit down on the couch with me where we can relax and talk."
"I'll drink to that"
We sat down on the couch. With our legs extended and our backs resting against the wall, we held our drinks in our hands. Lura had gone through a bit of squirming while she'd gotten settled. The hem of her robe had worked its way up her legs so that most of her thighs were now exposed, the white skin bare and exciting. The last time I'd slid between her thighs had been a few hours before I'd slid into the car and started my ill-fated trip south of the border.
Lura was talking. "I remember the first time you came to my apartment. We sat right here, on this couch, sipping coffee. I knew you wanted to fuck me and I wanted you to fuck me, but you kept stalling and talking, about a bunch of things that didn't mean shit and I made up my mind that I was going to just wait and see how you were going to go about laying me, because it would be the last thing that I'd do-letting you know that I was so hot and horny that my panties were wet in the crotch."
She laughed softly and turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were hot and a bit bleary; it was obvious she'd had several jolts of gin before I'd arrived. I took another sip of my drink, trying to hurry, to catch up, so that I could play in her league.
Because I hadn't had anything substantial to eat for such a long time, the alcohol rolled around in my stomach, and it was almost immediately absorbed in my blood stream. Excitement and passion throbbed in my limbs and my cock began to stir around in my crotch. Each second it grew bigger and stiffer, increasing the size of the mound under my fly.
I told Lura, "But we finally made it that night, didn't we?"
She nodded, and her hand came to rest on my thigh. Its heat permeated the cloth of my slacks and burned my skin.
"Only because I pretended I was lightheaded and fell against you. Shit, if I hadn't done that we'd probably still be sitting here, talking bullshit while you got up enough nerve to touch me."
I gulped down the rest of my drink and then set the empty glass onto the rug near the couch. "I never make the same mistake twice."
Lura's hand was still on my thigh, and her fingernails dug spasmodically into my slacks. The other hand held the glass.
This time I pretended to be lightheaded. As I lurched against her my arms slid around her shoulders while my other hand drove between her thighs. Then the lower part of her cunt was jammed against the ball of my thumb while my fingertips tickled her asshole.
Her legs flew part in the reflex action, and she slid towards the edge of the couch. The sudden movement threw her off balance; and she spilled her drink. The martini splashed against the front of her chest.
"You dumb bastard!" she complained. "What are you doing?" She jumped to her feet and looked down at herself as she tore open the front of her robe. "Look at thatl! A perfectly good drink-wasted! Because it's all over my front-and tits!"
She rolled her shoulders. The robe slipped down her arms and crumpled onto the rug, some of it settling onto the partially melted ice cubes.
My glance moved hungrily over her white nakedness. The added flesh on her hips and the slightly mounded belly made her body appear more lush and earthier. Her tits, formerly like miniature tea cups, now resembled succulent pure white cupcakes, topped with hot pink raisin nipples. They glistened wetly. Droplets of martini crept over the taut, white tits.
"Just look at me!" Lura glared at me while her hands swabbed the moisture from her tits.
I slid forward on the couch and got to my feet. "I don't see so good from down there."
"Oh, bullshit," Lura said. "I don't see you wearing any glasses."
"It's a fact." My hands closed over her hot tits and I began to squeeze them roughly.
"Well, you sure as hell found my tits easy enough." She spun away from me and picked up her glass. Her buttocks rolled seductively as she moved to the kitchen sideboard. "I'm going to fix me a drink."
As she slipped a couple of ice cubes into her glass, I slipped out of my shirt. She picked up the gin bottle and I shoved down the zipper on my slacks. By the time she'd filled her glass and reached for the vermouth, I'd jumped out of my slacks, shoes, and socks.
She stood with her back to me. While she used her finger to stir the martini, I stepped behind her. I reached around her and filled my hands with her tits while I bent my knees slightly. I straightened my legs, and the head of my stiff, quivering cock was planted between her hot thighs.
Her reaction was immediate. She jerked rigidly erect and the back of her head nuzzled my chest. An instant later her arms flinched backwards, and her sharp nails slashed at my buttocks.
Her laugh was low and guttural. "You sneaky bastard."
"Sneaky, maybe. A bastard, no." One of my hands trailed down her damp, heaving belly and found her furry thatch. The other hand plucked at her hot nipple.
Her hands suddenly dropped to the edge of the sideboard. With a powerful backward shove she pushed me away from her. "Where's your glass, asshole. Let's have a drink." Already she was on her way to the couch. She picked my glass off the floor. 'We never did have our reunion drink together."
While I watched her, my cock quivered impatiently, and I could still feel the hot softness of her body molded against the front of mine. She brushed against me on her way to the sink. "Big reunion," she muttered, "and you don't even have a drink in your hand to celebrate."
Quickly, she poured gin into my glass and shoved the refill towards me. "Cheers, old buddy. Now, wait while I get my glass, and then we'll have a touch of the grape. Isn't that what they use to make gin?"
"Who cares."
"I sure as hell don't care." She clinked her glass so forcefully against mine that I was afraid the glasses might shatter in our hands. They didn't, and we both had a good belt.
Then she blinked and asked. "Do you know what's missing-about this big reunion?"
I reached out and fondled one of her tits. It glowed hotly in the palm of my hand, and I felt the shudder of passion that rippled through her body. "Dancing in the streets?"
"That comes later, shit head." She paused for another drink. Then as her tongue slid out and licked her lips, she grinned impishly at me. "Fucking. Got to have a fucking reunion."
"Yeah!" By that time the gin and lust were churning through my veins. Another drink or two and I would definitely be in her league.
She came forward. Her hand groped and found my cock. As her glance locked with mine, she squeezed my cock. "Hey," she whispered confidentially, "Have you been saving this cock for me?"
"It's got your name on it, Lura."
"Where?" She bent forward, lurched slightly, and gin spilled out of her glass. It felt cold as the liquid hit the end of my hot cock. "Where's my name?"
"On the underside."
"No shit?"
"No shit, Lura."
"It says-all of that?" she asked, blinking at me through bleary eyes.
I nodded. My hand rubbed her lush and fleshy hip.
"Oh, that's sweet." She raised her left arm, the one holding her drink and slipped it around my neck. Her hot, lusty body molded itself against the front of me. My cock was angled upwards, trapped between our damp bellies. "Having my name on your cock."
She snuggled against me while her other arm went around my neck. Her fiery tits became cushioned against my chest. I felt the touch of her cold glass against my shoulder. She lurched suddenly. I gripped her tightly with my free arm, but a dash of ice cold gin splashed down my back. My pelvis shot forward and my cock jolted the front of her belly. "Ooops," she said.
With my arms around her, I picked an ice cube out of my glass. I gripped it firmly with my fingers and then rubbed it up and down the crack of her ass.
"Ooops," I mimicked.
My remark was drowned out by her sudden high-pitched wail. And then she dumped her drink over the top of my head. With gin streaming down my face I shoved her away from me and did the same to her. Her bangs suddenly became soggy and straight. Clear rivulets ran down the sides of her face, met underneath her chin, and trickled down the valley of her breasts.
"Oh, that feels good, Harmon!" She lurched forward and landed heavily against me. My arms went around her and held her in a tight embrace. She tipped back her head, to offer her mouth, dislodging an ice cube in her hair that slithered down her back and became wedged under my arm. My lips smashed against hers while my tongue stabbed at her swirling tongue. Her cunt was a moist and voracious animal that mauled my throbbing cock.
I let the ice cube drop into my hand; and then, while our mouths and tongues continued to maul each other, I rubbed the ice cube between her buttocks. It was melting rapidly. Before it vanished completely, I shoved it into her asshole.
Her head jerked backwards and the hot expulsion of her lusty breath seared my face. "Shit-that's the greatest!"
Now her arms and legs tried to wrap themselves around me while her cunt rolled and massaged my cock. She lurched unsteadily and I was reeling; but, somehow, I was able to get her over to the couch. I fell forward with her under me. The instant her shoulders hit the surface of the couch, her legs flew apart. I probed and she shifted her hips; my cock furrowed into the voracious opening of her cunt.
"Let me feel your big cock!" she yelled.
I let her feel it. I humped and shuttled my aching shaft of hardness in and out of her. With each stroke I drove it into her until I'd buried every millimeter of passion that I possessed.
"How do you like that?"
"More-give me more!" Her pelvis rolled and churned. She bucked and tremored each time I rammed my cock into her; and a couple of seconds later, it seemed, I felt the roaring fury of my come. Faster and faster I fucked her and she groaned lustily and matched me stroke for stroke.
"Come on!" she grunted. "Come-shit, of fiery hot shit, give it to me-now!"
The come spewed out of me and blasted the insides of her quivering, cuntal sheath. While she wailed deliriously and pitched erratically, I sucked her nipples and tried to pull the whole damned white and wonderful hard tit into my mouth.
It was a reeling, lurching, and fantastic moment. I realized that I was bombed by the gin, the same as she. We fidgeted and flopped around on the couch. She finally had the head of my cock in her mouth, reviving me, while my mouth was smashed against her cunt, sucking all the fire and the juices out of her.
We made it again after that, had another drink, and then the entire routine was repeated. Finally we were so exhausted and bombed that we both passed out.
I awoke sometime during the night to find that I was sprawled out on top of Lura's lusty, naked body. I rolled off the top of her and flopped onto my back. For a moment I'd thought I'd been lying on top of Carol; and now as I waited for sleep to take me again, I thought about her.
My gin-fogged mind conjured up a sequence of scenes, all featuring Carol's sleek, golden, naked body. I caught a glimpse of her stretched out on the mattress under the paper moon, to be wiped out by another scene. Carol was now on a bed, lying under the avid eye of a huge movie camera. Her body was blotched and bruised, and a giant of a man with a prick as big as a salami walked towards the bed.
I closed my eyes to erase that scene. When I opened them again it was the memory of Carol's hot, soft lips, sucking, sucking me so beautifully that I wanted to cry out because the sensations were so terrific. Again that scene evaporated, and I was forced to watch Carol sucking on the end of the salami-sized cock. It was so large that terror was mirrored in Carol's eyes. Suddenly, she lurched backwards and a stream of yellow vomit gushed out of her mouth and drenched the guy as well as the movie camera.
Groaning softly, I flopped onto my side and tired to slip into the depths of sleep. Sleep, sleep, got to get to sleep.
Then I remembered that I'd wanted to find a job, not knowing where to look, getting the ride from the guy in the VW bus that sang about Jesus Christ. Headed east. Towards Glendale. Remembering suddenly the Los Feliz area and realizing that Lura lived in that district, a couple of blocks away from the imagine Los Feliz apartment houses. On a sudden impulse I'd asked the guy to stop. I'd jumped out of the VW, and later I'd come back to Lura's apartment and found her drinking and swearing because she'd changed.
I listened to Lura's snoring. Carol had never snored. I closed my eyes, and under my eyelids appeared another scene, featuring Carol. She was lurching and pitching about on the top of a bed while two guys covered her. One fucked her in the cunt while the other one fucked her in the ear. She suddenly shoved them away from her. They both tumbled off the bed and knocked over the cameraman and the tripod on which the camera had been mounted. And then I caught sight of myself. I was standing in a corner of the room, a pathetic son of a bitch because my clothes were patched and ragged and my pockets were turned inside out.
Savagely now I fluffed up the pillow and beat at it with my fists.
Lura asked, "What the fuck are you doing to that pillow?" She sounded half asleep, but her fingers, curled around my cock, were wide awake.
"Nothing."
"Well, if you're that aroused doing nothing," she said, "do nothing and fuck me back to sleep, shit head."
I slid on top of her, feeling the quick revival of my cock. I shoved it into the hot, wet slit of her cunt and then dropped my ass, driving my cock all the way inside of her.
"You wonderful shit," she gurgled, "with my booze and your cock, we're going to make fucking history." And we tried to do just that.
That night, the next night, and for a gin-fuzzed number of days and nights. I didn't shave; and I let my hair grow long. We spent all our time in Lura's apartment because she'd quit her job.
We lined up the empty gin bottles in her kitchen until we had enough dead soldiers to form a company. And then, suddenly, one night Lura dug through her purse and found only enough money for a pint of gin. The quart we'd just finished had been enough to get us started but it wasn't enough to keep us going the rest of the night.
"Shit!" Lura said disgustedly.
"Shit, what?"
"Got enough for a pint, old shit head buddy. I guess I should have applied for-unemployment."
"Sure," I slurred in reply. "Unemployment checks buy gin."
"Let's drink to that!" She staggered across the apartment and picked up her empty glass. "Can't drink to unemployment checks buying gin-" she blinked thoughtfully while her tongue swabbed her lips, "-unless-unless-oh, shit, let's go out and buy a bottle."
She fished the money out of her purse and shoved it into the pocket of her terry-cloth robe. "Come on, my fucking, shit head buddy."
"Where we going?" I was ready to go. I didn't know where, but it didn't matter. I was ready. "I'm ready. Let's go. Let's go buy booze. But where?"
"Liquor store. It's around the corner somewhere. Follow me." She opened the door of the apartment and went out.
I followed her, leaving the door ajar behind us. What the hell. Leave the door open when you leave, and you don't have to unlock it and open it when you come back. Right? Right!
Lura was barelegged, barefoot, and I knew that she was naked under her robe. She didn't have to have anything on under her robe. If she had a prick, she could have a hard-on under her robe, but because she was a girl, she didn't have to have anything on under her robe. Right? Right! I had it all figured out.
We started up the street. It was a dark, residential street. Nobody could see us, I knew. Nobody could see Lura's naked body, even though her robe was open in the front. Nobody could see me naked to the waist and wearing just my slacks. With our arms around each other's waist, we weaved along the sidewalk.
Lura stopped suddenly. "Did you see that dog."
"I didn't see a dog."
She was leaning against me and I leaned with her and just naturally we staggered onto someone's front lawn. Lura said, "I saw the bitch right here."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She dropped down on all fours. "Like this. Standing like this. I know a bitch when I see one." . "Let me see."
"What do you want to see?" she asked.
"What a bitch looks like." I came up behind her. I couldn't see too well, but I could feel great. I grabbed the back of Lura's robe and flung it over her back. Then my hands massaged the cheeks of her ass while my cock pressured against the front of my slacks.
Lura mumbled, "Just look at me and you'll know."
I ran my hand down the back of her ass and plunged a couple of fingers into her cunt. She was hot and juicy. I asked, "You want to play around a little?"
"You got a better idea?"
I unfastened the waistband of my slacks and shoved them down my legs. The grass tickled the soles of me feet. Her muff of hair tickled my cock as I thrust it between her thighs.
"Oh, I'm a hot bitch," Lura gurgled. "I'm just a dog that needs to be fucked."
"No sooner said than done."
I grabbed her hips, shot my cock into her slippery cunt. I felt Lura bracing herself on her hands and feet while the lusty gusts of air shot out of her lungs.
On the lawn, in the dark, we fucked like a couple of dogs. With my slacks around my ankles and her robe draped over her shoulders, my cock moved in and out of her, the thrusts sounding wet and sensuous.
"Dogs don't make a sound," Lura gurgled.
"Just sort of pant-and enjoy it."
Lura began to pant and I began to enjoy it. More. It was a fantastic sensation as I gripped her hips and held her so that I could ram my cock in and out of her. Slowly, the sensations became more intense and wonderful. My cock slid in and out of her slippery cunt, feeling better each moment, intensifying each time I buried my cock inside of her. It was fantastic. It was a fucking session that went on and on because the rise of our ecstasy was slow and enduring. And then, suddenly, Lura began to pant more loudly and roll her hips, and the constrictions of her cunt became more powerful. Wildly, I socked my cock into her; and when she began to growl softly, I fucked her with renewed fury. My come was devastating, and while the semen jetted out of the end of my cock I had to hang onto Lura's hips because she was quivering through an orgasm that left her weak.
Afterwards, I pulled my cock out of her, pulled up my slacks and zipped up. Lura stood up and brushed her hands together.
We started up the street again. For some reason I was now walking in the middle of the street while Lura weaved along the sidewalk. Bare to the waist, I felt good. Great night air. Let's have a parade.
"Now where in the hell is that liquor store?" Lura stopped and looked around.
"On Los Feliz?" I asked.
"Sure," she agreed. "I'll go down on Los Feliz annyyyyyy-time!"
"Hey? Is that what you say about me? When you going down on Harmon?"
"You-what are you talking about-you dumb shit?"
"I'll go down on-" I stopped and tried to get my mind to function. I realized that I'd forgotten what I'd wanted to say. Fact is, I couldn't even remember my name at that moment. "Forget it. I've-Lura, I've got to take a piss."
I staggered across an expanse of lawn and headed for a palm tree.
"You're going to take a piss?" Lura yelled across the street at me.
"Yeah! Against a palm tree!"
"Palm tree pisser! Well, if you can take a piss, so can I."
I pulled down my zipper, reached inside my slacks, and pulled out my cock. The ground began to pitch, and the palm tree lunged towards me. "You son of a bitch," I mumbled. "I haven't even started pissing-and for some reason, you do this to me."
"Owoooooo!" Lura howled. Then she yelled across the street at me. "Hey, shit head! Look at me! I'm a bitch-a dog-and this is my night to howl. Owoooooooo!"
The ground continued to pitch beneath my feet. My cock was out of my fly. I was pissing, but I had a problem trying to keep my balance. The palm tree swayed towards me and tried to club me. I grabbed it and clung to the rough bark as I finished relieving myself.
"Look at me!" Lura yelled. "I'm a dog! A pissing dog! Owoooooo!"
Through bleary eyes I looked across the street, trying to focus on Lura. My arms were wrapped around the trunk of the palm tree. Finally, I caught sight of Lura because some kind soul had turned on a fight. Just for my benefit.
The fight crept up the street, became brighter until it had spotlighted Lura. I shook my head and laughed. Son of a bitch, she sure as hell was pissing like a dog.
Since I'd last seen her, she'd taken off her robe. Stark naked, she had one hand and one knee up against the trunk of a palm tree. Under the bright spotlight I saw the piss squirting out of her cunt, wetting her leg and foot and the base of the tree.
"Owoooooo!" Lura howled again. She continued to howl as the two policemen came up to her. They wrapped a blanket around her and escorted her back to the car that had supplied the bright spotlight.
When I came to, I found myself lying in the shadow of the trunk of my palm tree. It was still dark and very cold. I struggled to my feet, and then I had to cling to the trunk of my tree to keep from falling down. My cock was cold. I reached down and found that my fly was still open. I stuffed my chilled and shriveled organ inside my slacks and pulled up the zipper.
Then I sat down and leaned my back against the trunk of the palm. I sucked in lungfuls of cool, fresh air. Minutes later my mind slowly began to function.
Lura had been picked up by the police, I realized. They apparently had not caught sight of me. I must have passed out at that moment, and they hadn't seen me lying on the lawn. My tongue was dry and I had a dull, throbbing headache. I wanted to go somewhere but I had no destination. I felt exhausted and I wanted to sleep.
I struggled to my feet, thinking that I might find a spot on Blue's floor where I could stretch out and sleep for a couple of weeks. But as I began to walk down the dark street, I remembered that Carol's pad was on the way to Blue's pad.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I didn't try to hitchhike back into Hollywood. I avoided the main streets on purpose. My mind was still fuzzy with all the gin I'd drunk but I was able to comprehend the consequences if a cruising patrol car caught sight of me, barefoot and without a shirt. And so I continued to plod along, trying to ignore my raw and painful bare soles, and the thirst that choked my gullet.
Dawn signaled the advent of another day as I started up the narrow walkway that led to Carol's pad. Wearily I sagged against the wall for a couple of seconds before I raised my hand and tapped softly on her door.
"Who is it?" she asked. "Who's out there?"
"Har-" I cleared my throat. I repeated my name, but it still sounded like a sorry croak.
Immediately the door opened, and I caught sight of Carol standing inside. She was nude, but I was most impressed this time with the concern in her wide, blue eyes.
"Oh, Harmon," she murmured. Her bare arm slid around my waist, and she helped me inside. "You poor dear."
The tenderness in her voice made my heart turn over. The next second my stomach did more than that. It flopped and churned, and I felt the ugly retches that jarred my throat. Roughly, I shoved her aside and stumbled towards the bathroom. And then I was doubled over the commode, retching and gagging as my stomach bucked.
It felt as though my stomach was trying to tear itself loose from my intestines and spew itself out of my throat. I wanted to get it up, along with the crap inside of me, but it was impossible. I continued to retch with the dry heaves until the sweat poured off my face and my body became limp with exhaustion.
Behind me Carol whispered, "You'll be all right"
My reply was a weak groan.
"Drink some water," she urged. "Cold water." I heard the water running into the sink as she turned on the faucet.
After a couple of weak attempts, I managed to get to my feet. I cupped my hands under the cold water and drank thirstily. Then I sopped it over my face and head, and I drank some more. Finally I was satiated. My guts felt like a water-filled balloon.
Carol turned off the faucet and gently mopped at my face. "There," she said softly, "doesn't that make you feel better?"
I nodded and let her finish drying off my face and chest. I blinked until I was able to see her clearly. Concern clouded her eyes, and a few worry lines marred her forehead.
"Now come to bed and get some rest." Her hand took mine and I followed her, as obediently as ,a. well-trained puppy. She stopped at the edge of the mattress. "Lie down, Harmon."
I slumped face down on the sheet, and I caught the warm and delicious scent of her body, and peanut butter. Heavy weights settled on top of my eyelids. Shipping into the soft, velvety pit of sleep, I felt her vigorous tugging as she pulled off my slacks.
When I awoke, Carol was neither on the mattress nor in the pad. She'd left the light burning in the bathroom, and its glow dimly lighted the interior. For several seconds I thought that I'd awakened after a short nap, and that it was still morning. Then I realized that it was dark outside. I had slept the entire day, and part of the night.
The long sleep had revived me. I felt good, except for a burning thirst I walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water was cold, and it jolted my body and skin. I shoved my head back and drank thirstily while the jet spray pummeled my face. After I'd shampooed my hair and beard, I stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. By that time I was so hungry that my stomach throbbed with pain.
Carol's refrigerator was well-stocked with food. Like an animal, I shoved chunks of cheese into my mouth while I buttered a couple of slices of bread and then used them to make a six-slice, bologna sandwich. When I'd finished eating it and swilled almost a quart of milk, I'd appeased the hunger pains.
Suddenly I realized that the food I'd been eating had been purchased with the money she'd gotten by starring in another porno movie. My guts tightened and I felt nauseous as I imagined her soft, golden body being ravaged and pummeled by two or three guys while the camera whirred and recorded the scene for the entire world to see later.
Ever since I'd joined Lura in her gin-soaked world, I'd been trying to blot out those very scenes of Carol. That was the reason I'd walked out of her pad. Now I'd returned and immediately I'd been reminded of the very thing that I'd tried to ignore and forget.
Restlessly I roamed naked around the tiny pad. One minute I'd decided to slip into my slacks and to get out of her pad and life forever, and the next minute I'd convinced myself that I should stay. At least until Carol returned. Because I had to see her. Just once more.
I found a fresh candle stuck in the holder, setting on top of the old and taped drum head that she used for a coffee table. I lit it and then stretched out on my back on the floor beside it. With my hands clasped behind my head, I stared up at the ceiling and watched the flickering candlelight making the stars twinkle that she'd pasted onto the ceiling. There was no traffic on the street outside. It was quiet inside, and the twinkling stars had a soothing effect on me.
The sound of quick running footsteps came to my ears. I sat, realizing that I'd fallen asleep again while lying on the floor. The next moment the door opened.
Carol had returned.
The concern on her face vanished as she caught sight of me; and then the happiness in her eyes and the smile on her face lit up the pad like a million candles.
"Harmon-you're okay?"
"Just great, Carol." I jumped to my feet.
"I'm so glad!" She ran towards me. The last yard she practically sailed through the air. .My arms went out and I caught her. Then I was holding her tightly against me and hugging her soft and wonderful body against mine, shaking with happiness because I'd waited for her.
She looked up at me. "When I left-last evening-you were sleeping so heavily-that I thought you might be dying-and that's all I thought about while I was gone-whether I should have awakened you and-to see if you were all right-or whether I should call a doctor-oh, Harmon-I can't-"
"Wait a minute." I firmed my hands against the sides of her neck. "Settle. down now, because I'm fine." Gently I held her head between my palms so that I could savor the beauty of her face while her golden strands tickled my knuckles.
"But you were in such bad shape I-"
I interrupted her by covering her lips with mine. I felt her breath gush into my mouth. The next instant our lips and mouths were smashed against each other while our hot bodies squirmed hungrily.
When the kiss ended, we were both breathing heavily. I slipped my arms around her waist and held her pelvis snugged against mine. Her wonderful heat permeated through her clothes and stiffened my cock. My hands fussed with the clothes at the small of her back, trying to get inside so that I could feel the touch of her soft skin.
Carol's eyes sparkled. "What's the problem, Harmon?"
"All these clothes. I've never seen you with so many clothes."
Her fingers trailed lightly over my back and then she began to dig her fingernails into my bare buttocks. "And I've never seen you with less." After a pause she asked, "Do you want to know why I'm wearing these clothes rather than my usual robe?"
She squirmed excitedly until I'd loosened my embrace. Stepping away from me, she said, "Go ahead and guess."
Her voice bubbled with delight and her eyes were bright, as though she were trying to contain the world's best-kept secret I studied the white short-sleeved blouse with the buttons down the front, and the black slacks. They were molded to her body, flat and taut across her belly and stretched seductively over rounded hips. The mounds of her breasts were jutting and proud.
I didn't want to guess the reason she was dressed like this. Frankly, I was afraid to guess. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, or hear the truth, for that matter.
Shaking my head I said, "I have no idea, Carol."
"Come on and guess, Harmon!"
"I'd rather have you tell me."
She flung out her arms and bowed. "Behold the poor working girl! Just another slave in the ranks of the nation's employed. Isn't that something?"
"That's something." I continued to nod my head, unable to understand what she was trying to tell me.
She scooped up the pocketbook she'd dropped when she'd hurried towards me. Her hand dove inside and she brought out her purse. She opened the clasped, turned the purse upside down, and a shower of coins flickered in the candlelight as they fell to the floor. "Now we can eat, Harmon! On my tips alone!"
"That's great."
I knew my remark lacked the enthusiasm that she'd expected, but I was still trying to understand what she was required to do, in order to earn the money and the tips.
She let the purse slip from her fingers. Disappointedly, she said, "You must have a thing about cocktail waitresses."
"No, God, no, it's nothing like that." It felt as though a tremendous weight had suddenly slipped off my shoulders. My heart began to pound so fast that I was afraid it might knock a hole in my rib cage. "You're wonderful."
"You really don't mind, Harmon?"
"No, of course not!" I walked towards her. She continued to stare apprehensively up at me, as though not quite convinced that I had no objections. I began to unbutton the front of her blouse.
"I'm so happy, Harmon."
"So am I, Carol."
Now that I'd opened the front of her blouse, she stood submissively. I tugged at it and pulled it out of the waist band of her slacks. Then I shoved it backwards off her arms. The shoulder straps of her bra were cutting into her shoulders because her jutting, swollen breasts were trying to burst out of their cups. My hands fumbled with her waist, until I found the zipper at the hip.
"My breasts hurt so good," Carol whimpered. "Take off my bra."
"Later." I had made up my mind to save her tits for last. I pulled down the zipper on her slacks. I hooked my thumbs into the tops of her slacks, worked them under the elastic of her panties; and then as I sank to my knees, I skinned slacks and panties down her golden thighs and legs.
"I've missed you so, Harmon."
Dutifully she raised one leg, then the other, and stepped out of her slacks, panties, and sandals. I flung her clothes aside while my glance feasted on her golden triangle. My cock hardened and stood at a fierce angle as I leaned forward and firmed my mouth against the moist and scented softness of her seductive shrub.
I felt her passionate shivers as she pulled my head forward and pressured my mouth into the juncture of her thighs. Hungrily, my tongue stabbed and probed at the moist, soft folds of her pussy.
Fire sheathed my skin and the blood throbbed against my eardrums as I caressed her widening thighs and shoved my tongue into her honeyed cleft. I wanted to stay there forever, savoring her odor and her tingling taste, but there was still a bra that had to be removed.
I straightened up, picked her up, and carried her hot, squirming body over to the mattress. When the soles of her feet settled onto its surface, I reached around her and unhooked the fasteners of her bra. The cups shot forward, now concealing only the nipples. I pulled the bra down her arms. Finally her majestic breasts were uncaged and free.
Her huge, cone-shaped nipples were harder and larger than I'd ever remembered. Like virginal breasts, the nipples invited my tongue and mouth. I sucked them both in turn, avidly, making them slippery and more sensitive with the coating of saliva.
Carol whimpered, "Make love to me, Harmon. The way you always did-so good-the best ever-do it to me now-before I have a climax. I don't want to-have a climax-without your bigness-hurting so good-inside of me."
She crumpled to the mattress and I slid on top of her. Her skin was fiery. Her thighs seared my flanks as she tipped up her pelvis. I plunged my cock into her golden-fringed cunt. She was so aroused that her sheath was clogged with honey. As I shuttled my gorged cock in and out of her, the honey creamed my staff and the foam moistened the insides of our thighs.
The sensations became rapturous as our pelvises slammed together each time my cock drove into her. I sucked her nipples and her tongue, whenever we kissed. Carol lurched and shifted under me, groaning and whimpering ecstatically as we felt the wild and furious keening of our orgasms.
Suddenly Carol stifled a scream. Her pelvis began to bounce rapidly. "Harmon-lover!"
Her pumping lost its regular rhythm, and she began to squirm in the ecstasy of her climax. I gripped her buttocks and pulled her upwards. With my cock buried in her wonderful crevice, the semen rocketed out of me and mixed with the hot and swirling gush of her orgasm.
The breath gusted out of my mouth as I collapsed on top of her and savored the decreasing sensations of our union. Her lips kissed my shoulder, and I felt wonderful surges of fulfillment and contentment.
I raised my head and grinned down at her. "Hi, lover."
Her hands were soft and gentle as they stroked my back. "Will you stay with me tonight, buddy?"
I chuckled, remembering the conversation we'd had the first night I'd come to her pad. "I've got no other place to go."
"Ohhhhh." She sounded truly concerned. Then she added, "You can stay here, Harmon. I've got food in the refrigerator, a new batch of candles. And a big jar of peanut butter. What else do we need?"
"Nothing."
We needed nothing, other than that.
While we sat naked beside the bass drum and munched on peanut butter sandwiches, Carol told me that she'd never gone to take that second movie job. While riding the bus into Hollywood, she'd caught sight of an help wanted ad for a cocktail waitress in the paper. At the first bus stop she'd jumped out and she'd gone directly to the Starburst Restaurant, off Third. After the interview she'd been hired, and ever since I'd been gone she'd been working as a cocktail waitress.
Daintily she licked the peanut butter off her fingers. Then she said, "So now I'm working, and I'm rich. Rich enough to take care of us both."
"Bullshit!"
I lurched towards her and grabbed her. While she tried to wriggled out of my grasp I tickled her, and she began to giggle. We rolled around on the floor, savoring the touch of our bodies as they rubbed against each other. Quickly she became aroused, and I had another fantastic erection. Minutes later we were fucking lustily on the floor of her pad.
Carol worked the evening shift, finishing up at two o'clock in the morning when the bar closed. The restaurant remained open twenty-four hours.
The second night, after she'd gone to work, and she'd staked me to a pair of shoes, a shirt, and a new jacket, I strolled up to Sunset Boulevard. When I arrived on the Strip, I noticed a filling station. Four cars were waiting simultaneously at the pumps. Horns blasted impatiently because the sole attendant couldn't get to all of them at the same time.
A guy with a drooping, handlebar moustache was furiously scrubbing windshields while two hoses were connected to two separate cars.
I asked him, "Where's the boss?"
"You're looking at him."
"I'll take care of the other two cars. Then we'll talk about a job."
"Go man." His blue eyes twinkled.
For the next half hour we both pumped gas to heat up the hoses, and then suddenly there were no more customers, and I was inside the station with the boss.
He extended his right hand. "I'm Chet."
"Harmon." His grip was brief but firm.
"Coffee?"
He had a hot plate with a silex coffee pot. Before I could answer, he'd filled two paper cups with coffee that was so thick it resembled transmission grease.
"Here you go, Harmon." He sipped while his eyes appraised me over the rim of his cup. "I pay the minimum rate per house. But if you want the job it's yours."
"Thanks"
"Come to work at six at night. We close the station at two in the morning."
I didn't think about the hours. I only thought about Carol, and the fact that she also got off work at two o'clock in the morning.
"That's fine with me."
"And don't cut your hair or shave off your beard," he stipulated.
Automatically my hand came up and stroked the beard I'd grown since I'd arrived in Hollywood. I'd expected him to insist that I get a shave and a haircut.
"You're just what I need-for business. Before long, tourists from the Midwest will be coming into town for the whole Rose Bowl bit. They'll all be looking for hippies on the Strip. I know you'll pump plenty of gas into cars bearing out of town license plates."
"They can see all the hippies they want on the Strip," I said.
He shook his head. "Basic psychology, Harmon. They want a close look, but they don't want to make it obvious by stopping on the street. Here in the station they can stop and eyeball you up close, while you're pumping their gas. Thus speaks a psychology major-UCLA."
"Crazy," I said.
"They'll think you're a genuine hippie-but I know better. I'd say you're a graduate of-Los Angeles State College."
I grinned. "You're a smart ass. Chet."
He opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out some printed forms. He tossed them at me as a car pulled up at the pumps and rang the bell. "Fill these out, and I'll see you tomorrow night at six."
"You didn't have to do that," Carol said, when she got home and I told her about my new job. She tried to make it sound very emphatic, but I knew that she was very pleased.
"I know." I kissed her tenderly and then rubbed her ears. "Just think of all the peanut butter we'll be able to buy now."
And we bought a lot of peanut butter in the weeks that followed because we had crackers mounded with peanut butter every morning when we met back at her pad. First we fucked around in the shower, built up an appetite, and then we sprawled naked around the bass drum and had our snacks. Afterwards, we sometimes fucked around on the floor, or on the mattress, fell asleep, woke up, and fucked again. We usually got up about noon. We took long walks, went to the zoo, or took in a movie now and then. But we always managed to get back to her pad for a late screwing matinee before I dressed and went to work.
We had everything going for us, and for the first time both of us experienced what life was all about.
And then, very suddenly, our close and wonderful world was deluged with shit.
I had no indications nor warning what was about to happen when I returned from work. With grease under my fingernails and my clothes reeking of regular and supreme, I waited in the pad for Carol so that we could take our usual shower together. When I finally realized that she was long overdue, I paced the pad and wondered whether I should find a phone booth and call the restaurant. I stalled, thinking that maybe she'd decided to have a quick cup of coffee before she came home. It was even possible, I rationalized, that she was no longer in a rush to get back to the pad, and to me, after work.
What the hell. I'd walked out on her and gone to Lura without an explanation. Therefore, I reluctantly decided that she was entitled to do the same thing.
Finally I heard the hard and urgent rapping of knuckles on the door. My heart flipped over a couple of times because I hadn't heard her familiar, hurrying footsteps. Even the knock on the door wasn't hers. With my heart pounding, I walked to the door and opened it.
Two of LA.'s finest were standing outside. "Harmon Call?"
I nodded. My heart dropped, and only the tightening of my guts prevented it from hitting me in the crotch. Something had happened to Carol, I knew.
I went to the morgue with the policemen and identified her lifeless, mangled body.
And then I went alone into the deserted men's room.
After I'd puked my guts out into the urinal, I leaned my head against the cold shithouse wall, and I cried like a baby.
CHAPTER EIGHT
With my jacket slung over my shoulder I shuffled restlessly around the interior of the filling station and waited for Chet to finish with the car at the pump. It was mid-afternoon, and business was slow. Now that I'd made up my mind what I planned to do, I was impatient to get going.
Through the window I watched the car drive away and then Chet headed for his office. He stepped inside and his blue eyes were cold and piercing. I didn't blame him if he were hot. After all, I hadn't come by the station for almost a week.
"Harmon, I never figured you'd leave me holding a half dozen hoses." His voice was fringed with ice.
"I came to get my pay."
Angrily he punched a key on the cash register and the drawer slid open. "Why didn't you tell me you were cutting out?"
"I'm sorry, Chet."
He pawed through a small stack of greenbacks, then dug into his pocket and fished out a misshapen billfold. "It doesn't figure."
"Forget it."
He counted out some green, folded it once and extended it to me. As I reached for it, he jerked his hand back. "I don't think I'll give it to you."
"Come on, Chet. Let's have the bread." His eyes bored into mine. "What happened."
"What the hell difference does it make?"
"It makes a lot of difference to me."
"Oh, bullshit!" I turned away from him. I was ready to stomp out of the station. But I needed the money he owed me.
"Psychology major-UCLA. Remember? If I was wrong about you, I'll pay double."
"Then get it up."
"No." He shook his head. "Not until you prove me wrong."
"I don't have to prove anything to you. I didn't show for a week, and now I'm leaving. So let's cut out all that psychology crap."
"Sure," Chet agreed. He extended the folded money and I shoved it into my pocket.
"But I know something happened," he added.
I moved around him and headed for the door. He slammed the drawer shut, and the cash register almost went through the window. "Gutless freak!"
I whirled around to face him, and we glared at each other for a couple of seconds. "What did you call me?"
"You heard me," Chet said. "Now get the hell out of my sight!"
"No." I was getting so hot I began to shake. "Not with that send off."
"Then prove me wrong." For a couple of moments he continued to glare at me. Then he grinned. "How about a beer? There's a little bar around the corner." When I didn't answer he added, "I'll buy."
Without accepting his invitation, I walked out of the station. I heard him yell at the mechanic to take care of the pumps. A moment later Chet was striding along beside me.
He said, "I can't let you leave like this, Harmon. Maybe a beer will cool us both off."
"Yeah, it might."
After we'd gotten our beers and sipped some of it through the foam, Chet said, "Life is very simple. It's a matter of stimulus and response. Ring a bell every time before you feed a dog, and before long he'll salivate whenever he hears the bell ringing. And then again, try to take his food away from him and he'll turn on you."
"Sure, Chet."
"Take away anything from a man suddenly, and he'll turn on you. Food, sex, his cave. Whatever. Food and cave, maybe not so much; because he can always find more food, another cave. Sex is something else again. Take away a man's hot cunt, suddenly, and you've got problems."
"It wasn't just her hot cunt!" My reply had slipped out before I realized it.
"That was merely a figure of speech, Harmon," Chet continued. "Take away a man's mate, suddenly, and you get the same reaction. Right?"
I drained my glass of beer and then refilled it from the bottle. I didn't want to tell him about Carol. And yet I wanted to tell him all about her, because he was no dummy and he might be able to offer some suggestion that would help me. At least make me feel better.
"Hell," he said, "I don't blame you. If a man didn't react, then he would be a vegetable. And you're not a vegetable, Harmon. Maybe I can do you some good. I don't know how, but I'd like to help. But that's up to you." He leaned over the bar and hoisted a couple of fingers. The bartender nodded and dug two bottles of beer out of the cooler.
After the bartender had departed, I said, "I wanted to let you know I wouldn't be at work, but I was tied up, downtown and at the Hollywood police station. I was trying to find out what happened."
"What did happen?" he asked.
I told him about Carol, and I told him about identifying her body at the morgue. After that I'd bugged the police and the California Highway Patrol, attempting to get some information about Carol's death. While I talked, I didn't call them the fuzz, or pigs, because they had been very helpful and they had tried their best to explain all of it to me. They themselves didn't know exactly what had caused Carol's death. They had no facts, no suspects, and their version of the accident was highly speculative.
Someone must have grabbed Carol that night as she came out of the Starburst after work, thrown her into a car, and sped away. Then she'd either jumped or had been pushed out of a speeding car on the Hollywood Freeway. The fall and a couple of cars running over her had killed her. The police had found her pocketbook about a hundred yards away from her body. Inside it they'd found her address and my name. Now It was almost a week later, and they'd already put her case into an inactive file.
I told Chet, "So it's up to me. It's up to me to find out who killed her, and when I find him, her, or it-" My hand tightened around the beer bottle until my knuckles turned white.
Chet said, "They'll keep working on her case."
"Shit! They're understaffed, and they've got hundreds of unsolved cases, like Carol's. I got it straight from the Lieutenant."
"Where will you look?" Chet asked.
I shrugged. I'd already talked to the bartender and the waitresses at the Starburst. Nothing. I'd tried to talk to the manager, Jeff, but he was on vacation. I was positive that someone must have seen some creep hanging around the cocktail lounge, waiting for Carol to get off work. I'd even gone to see Blue, hoping he'd help me with my search, but Blue hadn't been in his pad.
"She must have really been something-your Carol." Chet's voice was full of compassion. "Sorry about the hot cunt bit."
I didn't mind. When she'd died, part of me had died with her. Before we'd met, we'd been two lost souls, stumbling around, missing out on everything that made living worthwhile. I hadn't realized how much she truly meant to me until I'd had to look at her body in the morgue.
I slid off my stool and stood up. "Thanks for the beers, Chet."
His hand gripped my shoulder briefly. "I'll nose around. I've got a lot of contacts in this town. Now that you told me about the whole thing, I remember reading about her accident in the Times. If I hear anything, I'll let you know. Where can I get in touch with you?"
I gave him the address of Carol's pad. Then I walked out of the bar without looking back at him.
During dusk, darkness, and most of the night I stalked Hollywood and Sunset Boulevards. I talked to hippies who were roaming the streets, waiting for rides, and selling the Free Tress. I rapped with booted and leather-jacketed riders. Their bikes were angle-parked at the curb, resembling one side of a fish skeleton's spine. I got nothing but negative replies and a lot of head shaking. No one had ever heard about Carol, Fran, or Blue. It seemed as though the three of them had been part of a separate community with which no one had ever been acquainted.
Day after day and night after night I continued to prowl the back streets and the pads of Hollywood, and the San Fernando Valley. Nothing. After six days and nights I was exhausted. Wearily, I went back to Carol's pad, locked the door, and flopped face down on the mattress. When I awoke, eighteen hours later, I found the card that had been shoved under the door.
It was a business card, belonging to a Dr. Yang in Pasadena. On the back of it was a scribbled note in pencil. "Good luck. Chet."
The address on Dr. Yang's card turned out to be a plush mansion that you would have expected to find on South Orange Grove or South Los Robles, but it was situated on a small side street. The property had to be a huge estate. With its high brick wall, shrouded with vines and shadowed by towering oaks, it faced another equally hidden and walled estate across the street.
I slung my jacket over my shoulder and punched the button beside the massive iron gate.
"Please state your business." A woman's voice crackled brusquely out of the small screened hole that was imbedded in the wall.
I answered the talking hole. "I've come to see Dr. Yang."
"At eight o'clock at night?" Tell him it's urgent."
"And why is it urgent?"
"It's urgent-because it concerns the death of a girl named Carol."
It was minutes before I received a reply. I figured the woman had either died or gone back to watching TV.
Finally she gave me an answer. "Will you come in, please."
The gates swung open noiselessly. I stepped inside. The gates closed again behind me. There was a muted, metallic click as they came together. I glanced around and saw acres of well-kept lawn, trees, palms, pines, orange and lemon trees. The entire expanse had suddenly been illuminated by blinding flood lights. I walked up the long drive and stopped in front of the heavy, wooden doors of the mansion.
The right door swung open. A sexy Chinese girl in her twenties bowed, then smiled at me. "Please. You will enter?"
I entered. Then I watched the action of her rounded butt under the short nurse's uniform as she closed the heavy door. "Follow me, please."
I followed her, almost hypnotized because I couldn't pull my glance away from her ass. Her buttocks were like two giant ball bearings that rolled liquidly under the tight uniform. Her hair was a black waterfall that streamed down her back, and her nylons were a tasty shade of caramel. Dr. Yang had to be a real swinger.
"Wait here, please."
She smiled again as she led me into a library. Three of the four walls consisted of floor-to-ceiling shelves, containing hundreds of books. A massive, oak desk was positioned so that when you sat behind it you overlooked the spacious pool, lighted and visible through the sliding glass doors.
By the time I'd finished surveying the library and the grounds, she'd quietly departed. I sat down in a soft, luxurious, tan-upholstered chair and waited. For Dr. Yang, I hoped.
He finally appeared on a television screen that had become miraculously illuminated in an empty section of the bookcase.
"Good evening. I am Dr. Yang."
He was slight of build, with sparse black hair combed straight back. He wore an outfit that resembled an athlete's warm-up suit. Both of his hands gripped a table tennis paddle, as though to protect his belly button from a driving shot. Dark eyes peered at me through black, horn-rimmed glasses that were perched on the bridge of a flat nose.
"Hi," I said, feeling ridiculous because there was no one in the room.
"Do not be disturbed, because I can hear you and see you. You wish to discuss something with me?"
"Yeah." I fished his card out of my pocket and held it up. "A friend of mine gave me your card. What about Carol?"
"Carol?"
"Yes. Carol."
"Oh, yes," he replied. "Carol. A very interesting case."
"Why?"
"You do not know why? What is your name, please."
"Harmon Call."
He nodded judiciously, as though my name ranked in importance with that of Genghis Khan. Then he glanced down at the table tennis paddle he was still holding in front of him. He tossed it aside. "You would like to know what-about Carol?"
I fidgeted in my chair. I felt about as frustrated as the American delegates at the Paris peace talks because we couldn't decide on the size of the tennis table, much less the agenda.
Then I told him, "I'm trying to find out who grabbed Carol when she came out of the Starburst, threw her into the car, and caused her death."
"That's a very good question."
"You're goddamned right it is!" I got out of the chair and stood up.
"Perhaps I am able to help."
It was the first important thing he'd said all night. "You can?"
"I think so." He smiled. "But everything has its price."
"Look, if it's bread you want, you won't get much out of me. So keep the price down."
"Oh, no," he soothed. "Bread-or rice cakes-that is only a means towards an end."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I have the name of a witness who knows what happened the night your Carol was killed. For that information I ask of you-not bread-but something else."
'What?"
"To volunteer for an experiment."
"Oh, no," I said, heading for the door. No experimental rice diets for me. I tried the heavy iron handle of the library door, but it was locked. I spun around and glared up at the TV screen. "Let me out, Doctor."
"Let me explain, please. You have arrived after my usual office hours, so therefore I expect a certain amount of courtesy from you while I explain. All right?"
"Go."
"I am in charge of a highly classified project. You can understand the problem of our population explosion, and its effects on the future of the world. Our world. We have the East and the West. The Occidentals and the Orientals. Prophets predict the scourge of the yellow horde. Even the Bible makes mention of that eventuality. Therefore, were the Oriental race someday to overrun the earth, what effects would it have on the population explosion-when Orientals breed with Caucasians on a massive scale."
"It beats the hell out of me."
"It beats the hell out of, as you say, the best minds in the fields of physiology, sociology, and pathology," Dr. Yang continued. "And that is why we have to make certain experiments now to try to predict what may happen, under any eventuality."
I looked directly at the TV screen. "I see the forest, but I don't see the trees."
That remark didn't crack up Dr. Yang. He merely stared stoically at me and continued, "I am conducting experiments, to try to establish the sexual responsiveness of oriental women to Caucasian men. Experiments have already been made concerning the sexual responsiveness of Caucasian men to Caucasian women, and to some extent between Oriental men and women. But little has been done between the two races. You are a Caucasian, Harmon Call."
The entire interview was getting a little weird. I glanced around, trying to find some avenue of escape. Visions of opium dens and Dr. Fu Manchu danced in my head as I tried to find some way to get out of the place.
He continued, "The experiment I ask of you will not be without pleasure for you. It is merely another test in a major project I have undertaken-to record your reactions and a Chinese woman's reactions to making love, to breeding, and to producing offspring that will inhabit this globe and contribute to overpopulation. Or will it?"
I shook my head. "If you're looking for a stud, you've got the wrong Caucasian."
It didn't bother him. He continued to watch me impassively out of the TV screen. "Not even if I am able to give you a clue which may help you find the person or persons that caused the death of your Carol?" After a dramatic pause he added, "Remember, please, this project is so highly classified that I cannot run an ad for volunteers in the newspapers. For that reason I must rely on individuals like you-desperately in need of something which only I can offer in return."
He had explained it so thoroughly that I had to believe him. It was a weird experiment that he'd proposed; but after all, there were a lot of weird things going on these days. Both in Sacramento and in Washington. So his suggestion no longer seemed way out.
I asked, "Who are you working for? JPL?" He stared mutely back at me. "Maybe the CIA," I probed, "or under a federal grant to Cal Tech" He continued to stare at me.
Goddamned inscrutable, table tennis playing Chinese. Apparently it was now up to me.
"Can I count on you to give me the information on Carol that you promised?"
"Definitely."
"How do I know it's worth anything?"
"How do I know that you're capable of carrying out the experiment?" he responded.
That was a lack in the nuts, but I ignored it. "And when do I get this invaluable bit of information?"
"After we have concluded the experiment."
I considered it for a couple of seconds. "Okay, bring on your Chinese woman, Dr. Yang." Already I had visions of breeding the young Chinese chick that had brought me into the library.
"Correction, please. I will bring you to her. But first we must prepare you for the experiment. Go out of the library and turn right. Enter the door at the far end of the hall. I will be waiting for you there."
I found that the door of the library was now unlocked. I turned right and strode down the hallway. The rug under my feet was so lush it felt as though I were walking on foam rubber. I opened the door he'd instructed and entered the room.
It was a physician's examining room, sterile and immaculate. On the other side of the white swathed table stood Dr. Yang. He was now wearing a white jacket. "Lie down, please."
I backed up, and my hand gripped the door knob. Again, the door behind me had been locked. "Oh, no, I won't let you drug me. The deal's off I"
"Please, you must understand that we can use no outside agent-like drugs, stimulants, and so on-because it would invalidate the very purpose of the experiments. It is essential that we maintain everything as much as possible in its natural state. Undress, please."
While I got out of my clothes, I noticed that he was taking a number of objects out of a drawer. "Now, he down on your stomach," he instructed.
Dr. Yang worked quickly and with no lost motions. He explained that I was being fitted with highly sensitive devices that would record electronically on computer tapes my temperature, heart beat, perspiration quantity, and so on. Suddenly, he'd finished with me. "Stand up."
Two bands encircled my body, one at my chest and the other one at my waist They were flat and narrow, resembling TV antenna wire; but they were light-colored and so transparent that the tiny wires inside were clearly visible.
"Because the tiny electronic brains are at your back," Dr. Yang explained, "I am sure they will not interfere with your-or the experiment." His glance inspected me one last time and then he nodded. "You will now go to the door directly behind me, and proceed with the experiment."
After a quick glance at the doctor, I took a deep breath and followed his instructions. As I opened the door, I saw a palatial bedroom, with plush, gold-brocaded curtains framing a sumptuous bed. On it lounged a Chinese woman, her nude body veiled by a diaphanous gown.
An unexpected and powerful shove jolted into the small of my back and drove me forward. I stumbled, flailing my arms as I tired to regain my balance; but the next second I was sprawled out on my stomach.
The push had been so vicious and unexpected that I was hot with anger. I gritted my teeth and glared up at her bed through a shimmering, crimson mist Then I glanced about trying to catch sight of the man that was now talking.
"Here is the white-skinned infidel, Madame, magnificent empress of all you survey. We found this ungrateful slave at the carriage house, trying to catch a glimpse of your heavenly body through the windows."
I was now on my knees. My introduction had come over a concealed speaker, I realized, because there was no one in the room, except Madame and me.
"On your feet, defamer of women," she said in a low and imperious voice, "and let me take a good look at you."
I stood up with my arms at my sides, because what she saw she was going to get. My heart still beat rapidly because of my recent surge of anger. Then my heart lurched and began to beat disappointedly as I studied the woman. There were lines on her forehead and along the sides of her neck. She had to be an old empress, I decided.
"Come closer," she haughtily invited.
As I moved slowly to the edge of her bed she asked, "And now that you've seen me, without the screen of the carriage house curtains, what do you have to say about me. I am the only one who can double your daily portion of rice, or take it away from you, to let you die of starvation like the fish in an empty stream."
The unfolding drama began to make sense. Because it was an experiment, based on the Orientals taking over the Caucasians, Dr. Yang had tried to make it as realistic as possible. With the scent of incense tingling my nostrils and the soft chimes tinkling in the background, it wasn't difficult to thrust myself into my first dramatic role. So to speak.
So I spoke, in reply to her question. "I expected to find someone much younger than you." Whatever had happened to the sexy little twitch that had brought me into the library?
For moments she studied me through the screen of her long, dark eyelashes. Then one hand, be-jeweled with a half-dozen rings, flicked back the shimmering gauze that enveloped her. On display was her naked body.
My jaw dropped. She had the eyes and the black hair of an Oriental. Her skin was a subdued shade of yellow, resembling the hue of rich, thick cream. Her breasts were hard and round, topped by dark, nubby nipples; and her body was curved and supple as a healthy teenager.
I felt the heat surging through my groin. Already I'd forgotten about her age and her wrinkles because her body promised lust and fantastic pleasures.
She must have caught sight of my sudden erection. "But the sight of me apparently doesn't displease you," she purred.
"No. It pleases me, very much." My knees pressed up against the edge of the bed while I stared down at her thighs. They were firm and shapely, and with one leg bent and the other extended, she revealed just enough of her glistening, black thatch to make me want to see the entire pussy.
It was more than the brilliant lights positioned over the bed that sheathed my skin with perspiration. While I stroked a velvety thigh with my left hand, the other one trailed lightly over her belly and up to her tits. I was vaguely aware that she'd been wired the same as I, but it was the seductive writhing of her voluptuous body that drew me onto the bed with her.
Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch, and as I shoved my face into the valley of her breasts I caught the scent of her perfume. It reminded me of fresh blossoms and clear streams on a sunny day. I slipped my mouth around her nipple, and it throbbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I nibbled on it, as though I were trying to work the pit out of a black olive with my teeth.
"I want to please you very much," she whispered in her low, modulated voice. Her hand cupped my balls briefly and then her fingers caressed my asshole. My hand wedged between her thighs. They opened wider. Her cunt was a soft mound that pulsed against my palm. I moved my hand downward. Her pelvis tipped up willingly. The tip of my middle finger circled the puckered opening before I shoved it into her tight, hot hole. A jolt stiffened her body, and she knocked my hand away.
"Not there," Dr. Yang warned over the speaker. "You might damage the thermometer!
"Here!" she whispered urgently. She pushed up her pelvis as I slid on top of her. Her moist cunt began to paint the underside of my erection with her fiery moisture.
I wiggled my hips; and when the head of my cock had moved to her wet cleft, I shot my ass forward and my cock plowed into her tiny, slippery tunnel. I forgot immediately that we were involved in an experiment because the tightness of her cuntal channel was unbelievable. I grunted through parted lips until I had driven myself inside of her. Then I withdrew most of my staff and shoved it back inside of her again.
Fantastic sensations crackled through me as the hot, sensitive skin of my staff rubbed against the constricting walls of her cuntal sheath. I drove the breath out of her with each thrust, and then my hands slid under her ass. I filled each hand with a hard, rounded buttock. As my fingernails dug into the creamy soft skin, she began to roll her pelvis. The muscles inside of her channel felt like several tiny balls rolling around the flared head of my cock.
"Oh-Madame," I panted, "oh, you please me-oh, God-don't ever stop that action."
My body tingled from head to toe as I stroked, and the rhythmic constrictions shot electric jolts up my spine. I wanted to fuck a thousand Chinese miles because I wanted to postpone forever the final explosion of my passion. I tried to hold off with my come by pretending I was counting every stalk in a flooded rice field, then I tried to count Chinamen walking by me four abreast; but before I'd counted a couple of dozen, the fantastic, glorious sensations gorged the head of my cock.
As I powered inside of her with my final thrust, it felt as though my cock had shattered at the end and the rapturous jets shot out in all directions. Her quaking cunt belched liquid fire and mauled my cock mercilessly, until it was a drooping, limp extension.
Weakly, I later shoved myself off the top of her, rolled off the edge of the bed, and stood up. My limbs continued to tingle in the aftermath of our experiment.
Loudly I asked, "Did you get all that down, Dr. Yang? Or shall we run through it again."
"Yes. It was a success."
"What about me?" She swung her sexy legs off the bed and sat up. "Don't you want to know what I thought about it?"
Her naked body was fantastic, but under the powerful fights, the sags and wrinkles in her face made her appear hideous.
"You were magnificent, Empress."
"Come into the examining room," Dr. Yang commanded.
I lay satiated and exhausted while he removed the things he'd attached to me earlier. Then he pointed to a door. "You will find a shower in there. Ring the black button beside the door when you are ready to depart. One of my assistants will let you out."
I started towards the shower. Then I suddenly remembered the reason for my visit "Now tell me what you know about Carol."
It wasn't much, but it was more information than I'd had before. Dr. Yang's former secretary, Penny, had been driving her car on the freeway the night Carol had had her accident. Penny's car had been slightly to the rear and in the next lane of another car when Carol had suddenly hurtled out the door. Penny had not stopped however, because she didn't want to get involved.
After I'd showered and dressed, I thumbed the black button Dr. Yang had mentioned. Seconds later the door opened and the same sexy Chinese chick that had let me in now appeared.
She said, "Follow me, please."
"Where have you been?" I asked.
She didn't look back at me, and she didn't answer. I followed the wild set of rolling buttocks under the short, white gown as she led me to the front door. Her ass bothered me, and it was a frustrating feeling. In the back of my mind it seemed as though there were some connection between her and the old woman on the bed. Or was it merely that her ass had impressed me when I came in, and I'd been subconsciously thinking about it all this time?
She opened the heavy wooden front door and smiled. "Good night, please, and thank you for coming."
I stepped out into the night and then turned around. My glance moved over her tits and curves, outlined under the white gown. It was still a frustrating feeling. The body was comparable to the old woman's, but the face was different. Could this doll have been wearing a mask that added wrinkles to her forehead and neck? And why had she thanked me for coming, when Dr. Yang benefited from the experiment.
"You're a hot chick-Madame Empress," I said. And then I stared at her and waited for her reaction. She merely bowed and then closed the door.
CHAPTER NINE
Penny had moved from the location that Dr. Yang had given me, but she'd left a forwarding address at her last residence. When I got out to the San Fernando Valley, I found her to be living in a huge, newly constructed apartment house building. The front of it was bedecked with a string of multicolored banners. The sign draped over the entrance advertised rentals "For Singles Only." Penny's name, freshly typed, was already on one of the mail boxes. In the night, the big, lighted pool resembled a giant emerald.
With my jacket slung over my shoulder, I walked around the edge of the pool and headed towards one of the stairways at the rear. There were dozens of lounge chairs and pads scattered about, but they were all unoccupied. The pool decking was as dry as the day it had been installed. The singles that lived here either didn't swim and swing, or the building was so new that it had only a few tenants.
After I'd gone up the stairway, I walked halfway back towards the front before I located Penny's apartment. I rapped on her door, slouched against the wall and waited for her to open it
"Good evening."
The girl who answered my knock appeared to be in her late twenties. She had long, carrot-red hair and a round face. A pair of enormous tits bulged under her tight sweater, and a pair of enormous hips bulged under the tight pair of slacks. Penny was a healthy woman. Also chubby.
"Did you just move in, luv?" she asked.
"No. I came out from Hollywood to see you."
"Never mind. Do come in."
After I'd stepped inside, I saw that she was still involved with her unpacking. A couple of boxes were full of some items, while a half-dozen empty cartons were stacked along one wall.
"You're Penny?" I asked.
"The one and the same, mate. And I don't believe I have had the pleasure of knowing your name." Her speech had a faint British accent.
"Harmon Call. Dr. Yang referred me to you."
"Ah, the good doctor. I'd probably still be working for him if I hadn't decided to move out here to the Valley. But it's a bit much, you know, driving every day, back and forth, to Pasadena. Can I offer you a drink?"
"No, thanks, Penny." I glanced about the apartment. "I'll just run along, and let you finish your unpacking."
"Oh, the hell with it! I'm so sick and tired of looking at this bloody mess that it's a pleasure having you here to look at instead." Her glance appraised me openly. "And you're a bloomin' better sight than some I've seen lately."
"Thanks."
"So why don't you come with me and well share some scotch." She was already on her way to the tiny kitchen. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and followed her.
"Don't ever move, luv, if you can help it," she said while she fixed our drinks. "It's a bloody drag, and all that. Packing and unpacking. Trying to shove things into boxes and then trying to find a place to put them after you take them out of the boxes."
"If you worked for Dr. Yang-then you must know about his project," I probed.
"He didn't have a project that I knew about. Unless you'd call being an associate professor at a college a project. Here you are, mate."
The glass she'd handed me was warm. So was the scotch and the splash of soda inside of it. "Thanks."
"Cheerio."
It wasn't my favorite warm drink, but because I was her guest and I wanted some information, I sipped and pretended that it was the greatest thing we'd inherited from the Queen.
"Ah, that warms me all over." She licked her lips and her glance was brazen. "Now, if you were only living here, too, we'd soon get this place swinging."
Penny was like a bitch in heat. While she talked about the few tenants that had moved in to date, she kept fussing with her hair. Her fingers shoved the strands towards the back of her shoulders, so that each movement increased the angle of a bulbous tit Next she squirmed and rolled her shoulders, letting her nipples maul the insides of the cups. Before long, the pendulous tits were so swollen with passion that they threatened to rip apart the material of her sweater.
Finally I said, "Dr. Yang mentioned that you might have some information about an accident on the freeway."
"Oh, are you one of the men from Lloyd's of London?" She snapped her fingers while she tried to think of the right name. "What do you call them, luv?"
"I'm not, and that's not why I'm interested in the accident. It's purely personal."
She smiled sexily while her elbow nudged my arm. "And when you get personal-I'll bet it's bloody wild." She laughed huskily. "Come on, chum, loosen up a bit."
"Dr. Yang said you saw the car on the freeway-the one in which the blonde was either pushed out, or fell out."
"Oh, I saw the car all right, mate." She finished her scotch. She added, "Come on and drink up, luv. Might as well fix two as one, I always say."
I handed her my glass and she dumped a couple of inches of scotch into it, and then poured about the same amount into hers. After she'd added a little soda to each glass, she turned and handed me my drink. She remained very close to me. Her hot eyes drilled into mine.
"What land of a car was it, Penny?"
She smiled secretively and I felt the heat that radiated from her body. "Oh, I know, all right. But like everyone else, I've got my price."
"What is it?"
"I don't feel it's the right time to tell you." Her hand glided upwards and her fingers fussed with a button on my shirt. "Because if I told you now-what you wanted to hear-I'd probably never hear what I wanted to hear."
It was a hell of a price to pay for a bit of information, but if I wanted to find out what had caused Carol's death, I had no alternative.
Trader Harmon.
Trader Harmon brought up his right hand, shoved it up against the underside of her left heavy tit and let its heat burn the palm of his hand.
"Why don't we go into the front room," she suggested. "Might as well get comfortable." She walked out of the kitchen and I followed her obediently.
"Look at this fuckin' bloody mess," she exclaimed as she flopped down on the couch. "If I never seen another box, I'll be delighted. Except mine, of course."
I sank down on the cushion beside her. Fun time. "What does your box have that makes it so special."
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" she parried. "Yes, I would."
She squirmed her wide ass into the cushion and her shoulder rubbed against mine. "Between your eyes, your beauty lies," she quoted, "that's what makes my heart rise." She looked at me. "Do you know who said that?"
"No."
"I did."
"Let's try this one, now," she continued. "Between your thighs, your big box lies. That's what makes my cock rise. Would you believe Shakespeare wrote that?"
"No."
"Of course 'e didn't, luv! Humphrey Pemberton wrote that when the red fuzz first appeared around my box."
The woman was mad.
"And now he's a famous writer?"
"Shakespeare?"
"No-Humphrey-whatever his last name is."
Penny snickered. "I don't know what Humphrey is now, but I'll never forget what he was-the day he cornered me on my first 'oliday. In the boat house, it was, with me virginal, a maiden, and all. Pulled his cock out in front of me, he did, and the thing looked like a bloody, battering ram. Well, now, being cornered and all, what's a poor girl to do? Might as well face the consequences, I thought, but my upbringing just wouldn't allow it. Scratched him, and fought him, I did; but when the end was near-not meaning the end of his cock but the end of the struggle-you know, it was a very, impressive experience."
"You mean he fucked you good."
"You Yanks do say what you think," she replied. "But that's all right with me, because I appreciate balls." Her hand dove into my crotch.
I grimaced as she grabbed my sac and squeezed. Automatically my elbow jabbed her viciously in the belly. She grunted as my jolt drove the breath out of her. "Oh, luv!"
It wasn't a put down. It was a come on.
My hand grabbed her ponderous tit. It felt hot and bulbous in my hand, and I mauled it viciously. She slid forward on the couch until her shoulders were at the backs of the cushions. I shoved up the bottom of her sweater. Her big tits, piled up behind her black bra, strained to break out of their confinement.
My hands smothered the big mounds. My fingers were extended, but there was a lot of tit left over that I couldn't fit inside my hands. I fell on top of her. My arms snaked around her back, and my fingers quickly unlatched the hooks on her bra. I sat up again and shoved up her bra. Her tits were two rosy mounds of flesh, sagging heavily on her chest.
"I want to know about the car," I said. "Tell me about the car you saw on the freeway that night."
She struggled to her feet. "Oh, I'll tell you, all I know. I wouldn't keep any secrets from you, luv." She pulled the sweater off the top of her head and flung it aside, along with the bra that hung loosely on her arms. Naked to the waist, her tits resembled two pendulous, crimson melons. The nipples were hard and red.
"There have been some changes since Humphrey-and in the red fuzz that was then around my box." She'd ripped open the zipper and shoved the tight-fitting slacks down her legs. I caught sight of more rosy skin, heavy hips, and thick thighs. Her box was a big slit, framed by a bush of red hair.
"Tell me about the accident, Penny."
"No! I've got my price. I told you that before."
I stood up and began to get undressed. "Then I'd better pay the ransom."
I shoved my slacks down. She lunged forward and grabbed my erection. She squeezed it so hard that pain streaked through my crotch. I pushed her away from me, then freed my legs and feet of clothing.
She stood in front of me. Naked she was. Her tits were crimson balloons, taut with passion. The nipples were dark red and thick. The mass of hair that swirled around her face and the thatch of hair between her thighs reminded me of two forest fires on a mountainside, burning out of control.
She jibed, "I've seen bigger pricks on midgets!"
"Up yours!"
"With that thing?" It sounded very insulting.
We faced each other, like a pair of gladiators. My cock was now hard and throbbing, even though she was chubby, insulting, and her big breasts sagged. She came forward. Again her hand captured my cock. She yanked on it, and a shaft of hot pain shot through my groin.
I slapped at her hand. For her size and weight, she moved fast. She'd already jerked her hand away, and the palm of my flattened hand whacked against her fleshy belly. She doubled over. The groan that rumbled in her throat had been ignited by lust, not pain.
"Don't touch me!" She whirled around and turned her back to me.
My hand whipped down and my fingers slashed across her rosy, sagging buttocks. She spun around. Her fingernails slashed at my face while her knees pumped at my groin. My right hand was clenched, and I was ready to sock her in the gut. Instead, I grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around. As she lurched to one side, I slapped her viciously. The fingers of my hand left vivid, red streaks as they whipped across her buttocks.
"You shan't have me!" Her voice was choked with passion.
Shades of Humphrey Pemberton's adventure.
She stumbled forward a couple of steps and crashed to the rug. "No!" she wailed, "Not even if you spank me!"
It was a lot of double talk. So to speak.
Instead of trying to protect her ass, so that I wouldn't be able to beat it, she lunged to her knees, so that her big ass was unprotected and available. My right hand was a blur as I fanned it, while my other hand gripped her hip and held her steady. I spanked her rosy buttocks until they were crimson, and the dark, red marks of my fingers began to stripe her like a zebra.
"Don't, luv!" she wailed.
But while she fidgeted and complained, I continued to flog her ass. She kept shoving it higher and higher, until she was practically standing on her head.
She was now positioned on her hands and feet. Between her spread chunky thighs, I saw the juice began to seep out of her box. I continued to wallop the backs of her thighs and her ass. With each slap her body quivered more and more, as though she were caught in the grip of a climax.
Finally my cock and I got tired of all that sham violence, and we wanted genuine loving, and a piece of that big ass.
I grabbed her hips. She fidgeted and squirmed and pretended she was trying to get away from me. I rammed my hard, hot cock in between her thick thighs. I furrowed forward. The head of it rubbed the moist rug of red hair, and then I found her hole.
I snapped my hips forward, and my cock shot into her so easily that the thrust nearly threw her off balance. I slapped her flanks while she rolled her hips. Suddenly, she became rigid, except for the convulsive series of quivers that rippled through her body. I rotated my hips and swiveled my cock around inside of her wet trough, reaming my staff against the slippery walls of her sheath.
"Luv, oh, luv, oh, wonderful luv," she murmured. "Let me feel your cock, let me feel all of it! Give it to me. Deeper. Good. Better! Oh, luv!"
Her body convulsed with violent tremors, and she swayed erratically back and forth. She was coming; but I wasn't ready to come. The heat and violent rocking of her box felt so good that I humped and pumped and rammed my cock rapidly in and out of her juicy hole. My come came quick and big, and in seconds I'd dumped my load inside of her.
Penny collapsed face down on the rug and my cock slipped out of her box. I stepped away from her. "I've got to go, Penny."
"But you just came!"
"That's very funny." With the side of my bare foot, I kicked her in the ass.
She flopped onto her back. With her heavy legs spread apart and the swollen breasts sagging towards her sides, she resembled a glob of red flesh. Her fingertips caressed the insides of her red-mottled thighs. "How about a double feature, chum?"
"Without an intermission-even a short cartoon?"
"Come on, luv. I'll get it hard for you."
"Tell me about the car on the freeway."
"All right." Her fingertips pulled apart the fleshy lips, revealing the crimson slash of her cunt that was still clogged with our cream. "Plant your spear in here, Sir Galahad," she invited.
'What happened on the freeway that night?" I had to keep the anger and frustration out of my voice.
"Nothing much. I only caught sight of die figure of the blonde girl. Not a bad bird, she was."
"What was she doing?"
"She either fell or was pushed out of the car door as it opened."
"Who was driving the car?"
"I couldn't rightly answer that." Now her hands had crept up her fleshy belly, and they began to maul her tits. "I was watching the other car, not the driver. Going the speed limit and all. You understand, ducks."
'What kind of car was it?"
Her eyes were hot as she watched her fondling fingers. They plucked and tore at her nipples. "Old it was. Maybe tan in color. Yes, it was old. In fact, I remember thinking it must have been in an accident. With the long slash dent in the right rear fender, and all." Her glance met mine. "I wouldn't mind a bit of scotch and soda now."
"I'll get it for you."
"You'll have to remember-I was scared," she continued to talk behind my back. "And then in the mirror-seeing the cars hit her and run over her-"
I brought the drink over to her. "Here you are, Penny."
"It was horrible!" She raised the glass and drank thirstily. I gathered up my clothes and began to dress.
"You're not leaving me now, are you?"
"Yes. I warned you that I couldn't stay long."
"You're all the same, all right. Despoil a poor creature's virtues-then cock back in the old pants-and cheerio."
I paid little attention to her remark because I felt a new urgency. I was eager to get out of her apartment and get back to Hollywood. For the first time I had a good, solid clue. Maybe it would be of some help to the police. And some of the people on the Strip might remember having seen an old, tan car with a dented fender.
"Like you said, Penny, we all have our price."
I picked up my jacket, slung it over my shoulder, and walked out of her apartment.
I thumbed a ride into Hollywood, and it was almost midnight when I offered the police my latest clue. They promised to check it out, but I felt that it would probably end up as a scrawled, handwritten note in Carol's inactive file.
For the next couple of nights I again roamed the Strip, the side streets, and I revisited a lot of pads. No one had ever seen an old tan car with a dented fender. I finally gave up after midnight and went back to Carol's pad.
After I'd stripped off my clothes, I lighted a fresh candle and stuck it into the holder on the bass drum. Then I flopped naked down on my back on the mattress and stared up at the golden paper moon suspended overhead.
While I watched it moving erratically back and forth, I remembered the first night I'd come to Carol's pad, and the night she hadn't returned after work. It seemed now as though there had been no lapse of time between those two dates. There had only been a beginning and an end. Now, suddenly, I discovered that I'd become careless. Yd allowed my mind to relax. The solid wall within my brain, constructed of ambition and confidence, the determination that I'd eventually find the person or persons that caused Carol's death, crumbled. Waves of helplessness and futility rolled in and engulfed me.
Bleakly, I watched the frail paper moon above me as my mind and body sank into a morass of depression. It was the same feeling I'd experienced the night, alone in Blue's pad, before Fran had walked in and then brought me over here to meet Carol.
I closed my eyes, longing to go to sleep so that it would rule out the restlessness and tension that cloaked me. I fidgeted and squirmed. Finally I fell asleep, only to be awakened abruptly.
I had a couple of unexpected visitors. They had entered quietly and apparently without knocking. They were already standing in the center of the pad. I sat up.
They stood motionless in the candlelight and stared at me. A back pack leaned against his leg and a blanket roll lay at her feet. His hair was long. It and his beard were the shade of sand. Her hair was black, and she wore it in a natural cut. The fringed, buckskin jacket hung down to his blue-jeaned thighs, while the tops of the girl's black leather boots were concealed by the hem of her trench coat.
She made a half turn and then faced the candle. She thrust out her hands and fanned her fingers, as though the candle were a roaring fire.
She said, "Man, it's cold out there."
He made a soft, whistling sound with his lips as he turned to face her, and then stood on the opposite side of the drum. He moaned softly and shivered while they both warmed their fingers in the candle's flame.
"Bitter," he said. Then he asked, "You got an aspirin, man."
"No," I answered.
She turned her head and looked at me. In the candlelight her face was sexy. Her teeth were white and even as she smiled at me. "He don't need aspirin, Philas. Man that sleeps alone don't need aspirin."
He whistled softly as he drew air into his lungs. "Down here he do, Mimi."
She unbuttoned her trench coat and began to slip out of it. "Philas," she explained to me, "he been strung out for a long time. Up high for weeks."
"Out of sight, man." Philas unfastened the bedroll from his pack. He flung it out. As the bedroll unrolled, it spread itself on the floor.
Mimi continued, "And when he came down-he landed on his head." She tossed aside her coat. Underneath it, she was wearing red velvet hot pants, and a short, white, suede vest. Silhouetted in the candle-fight, her naked, jutting tits were visible because the vest was open in the front. Her dark body strummed excitement with each movement.
"Ain't never gonna wake up," Philas muttered. He sat down heavily on his bedroll and began to pull off his heavy boots.
Mimi sat down on the floor beside the drum and began to take off her soft, leather boots. "Doubt that, Philas. Man like you can't be that lucky. Couldn't even get hit by a truck. Remember?"
Philas slumped onto his back and moaned softly. "Can't nothing hit you when you're high."
Mimi's hands were positioned on the floor beside her as she watched her wiggling, bare toes. "Don't want to unroll my blanket tonight, Philas. Leave room for me on yours."
Philas' response was a rhythmic snore.
Mimi got to her feet and came to stand beside the mattress. "You sleeping alone in Carol's pad?"
"Yes."
"Fran said Carol would be here."
"No," I replied. "She's gone, and she won't be back." With the candle in back of Mimi, I savored the black silhouette of her willowy body. It was fantastic.
"You know Fran?" she asked. "Carol's friend?"
I nodded. "Fran went to San Francisco."
"That's where Philas met her," Mimi explained. "Fran told him Carol would let us stay here a couple of days."
"Sure."
"You don't mind."
"No."
I felt her glance moving over my naked body. My scalp tingled and the heat flushed my skin.
Mimi turned away from me, and then she padded over to Philas' bedroll. Excitement prickled my skin and roared through my crotch as I watched her undressing in the candlelight. Her tits were fantastic, perfect globes. She had a tiny waist that flared out to luscious hips, and her ass was hard and round.
Naked, she stretched out on her back beside Philas. I settled back on my shoulders and stared up at the paper moon. My heart continued to pound and the blood throbbed through my veins in the same rhythm as in my swollen, aching cock. I tried to force myself to go to sleep, but under my eyelids remained the outline of Mimi's fantastic, naked body.
And then I reacted suddenly. I lurched onto my side because I'd felt the touch of a hand. Without making a sound Mimi had crawled over to me.
"You asleep?" she asked.
"No." I squirmed to make room for her, and she slid onto the mattress beside me. She said, "I been thinking."
"What?" There was only a few inches of space separating our bodies but her head had bridged the gap-
"I can't sleep. And you can't sleep."
"That's right."
Then we might as well take advantage of it." She rolled into me. Her fiery nipples dug into my skin while her pelvis snuggled against my side. My arms slipped around her and pulled her willowy, hot body to mine.
Mimi continued to roll until she lay on top of me. While she lifted her butt and her hand guided my cock into her slippery cleft, I sucked her fiery nipples. Her pelvis powered downward, and her cunt engulfed my quivering mast. Abruptly she straightened up, and then she was perched astraddle on me.
With her head thrown back and her teeth gleaming in the candlelight, she rolled her hips as she bobbed up and down on my cock. "You do tell a wild bedtime story!" she gurgled. "And I don't even know your name."
"Harmon." My hands massaged her tits and the hard, pointed nipples were still slippery from my saliva. I jerked my head to one side, to see whether Philas might have awakened.
She twisted her body around, just as suddenly, and the tight, clutching grip of her cuntal sheath on the head of my cock ignited wild sensations. She yelled, "You got eyes for Philas-when you're fucking me?"
"Hell no! I just wondered if he had awakened."
"Let him find his own chick!"
"But you-he-"
"Gimme that thing!" she urged. "Now!"
She toppled forward. Her ass bounced up and down in quick and powerful rhythm, slamming her wet thatch against mine as her pulsating slot sucked at my quivering cock. I punched my crotch upwards, ramming my cock into her each time she came down.
"Man, that's it! You go. Go again! Cause-I'm coming-right out of my fuckin' gourd!"
My entire groin was one huge, seething cauldron, and as I dug in my heels and kept her impaled around my cock, I was caught in the rocking eruption of my come. While she rolled her hips and rotated her cunt around my staff, her pulsating tunnel gripped my cock and suctioned the erupting semen.
By the time we'd grunted and pumped through our come, my hair and entire groin area was coated with our burning, sticky cream.
We didn't talk much after that.
She sighed rapturously and rolled towards the front of the mattress. I was lying against the wall. And I must have fallen asleep seconds after she did.
CHAPTER TEN
It was such a deep and satisfying sleep that when I came awake, the sounds of their voices seemed to be coming to me from a great distance. It was as though I were in the bottom of a pit, and they were talking far above me. I struggled through the filmy velvet and finally broke out of the blanket of sleep.
Because it was the following morning, there was enough light in the pad for me to see Philas and Mimi on the top of his bedroll. He was lying on his side with his head propped up on hand, watching his other hand as it trailed lightly up and down the flatness of her stomach.
He asked her, "You sure you ain't got some shit-hidden in your blanket?"
"Swear it. Wouldn't be laying here like this, if I did. I'd be smoking."
His fingers curved around one of her proud breasts. As he squeezed it, the tit towered higher and the nipple hardened. "Yeah, I guess you would."
Her hand moved towards him, and then her arm moved visibly as her hand fondled his prick. "Franklin-most likely would know."
"Franklin?" Philas asked. His hand moved down the front of her before it burrowed between her thighs. Her sexy legs parted, and his fingers delved into her swollen cunt. "Who's Franklin?"
"You remember. I told you about Franklin." After a quick intake of breath she added, "You got fingers-like butterfly wings. Tickling and fluttering around in my cunt."
"I'll go see Franklin."
"You do that," Mimi said.
"After."
"After? What do you mean by that, Philas?"
"After you get it so hard I can shove it into you, and you'll yelp because it's punching at your throat."
Mimi gurgled passionately. "Ain't no toothpick I've got in my hand right now."
"You fuck him last night?" Philas glanced over at me. He saw that I was awake.
"Sure did."
"Man, I'm glad." He slid on top of her and snuggled his thighs between her forked legs. "He needed a good fuck. He was tight as a drum."
'What about me?"
His ass moved up a couple of inches. It twitched briefly as his cock probed for the entrance to her cunt. "I'm glad it worked out right for you, too. You ain't worth nothing unless you get fucked before you go to sleep."
Mimi squirmed under him as his cock slid into her. She gasped lustily. "You a long way from my throat, man. You got a good start, but you better start digging."
"Here it comes." As his hands mauled her hard and dusky breasts, his ass began to bounce up and down, driving his cock in and out of her.
I heard his ecstatic grunts and her passionate moans. I fidgeted around on the mattress, feeling the pain in my crotch as my stiff cock towered above my belly. My bladder was full and threatening to burst open. I got to my feet and headed for the bathroom.
Just before I closed the bathroom door, I looked back at them again. She was arched and pumping underneath him as his body covered hers and his ass boomed up and down. His skin was so light and hers was so dark that it reminded me of a mound of whipped cream on top of a chocolate pie.
Closing the door shut out the sounds of his sac slapping rhythmically against the crack of her ass. I leaned against the wall and waited for my cock to soften. Finally it was limp enough so that I could relieve myself. Afterwards, I stepped into the shower. When I came out of the bathroom later, Philas was gone.
Mimi, naked and with her skin glistening, sat cross-legged on the mattress. "You been jacking off in the shower?"
"Hell, no."
"No offense intended. But you was in there so long."
"Why didn't you come on in-if you wanted to see me?"
Mimi laughed softly. Her eyes glittered excitedly. "Because I wanted to wait-to hit you with this." A joint had miraculously appeared in the palm of her hand.
"Now where did you get that?" Her eyelashes drooped sexily. "It don't matter."
"I remember you told Philas you didn't have any shit."
"A woman's got to have her own things around her," she explained. "Like pin money. The cookie jar. Fact is, I been saving this for us."
"Where's Philas?"
"He's gone to find Franklin." She smiled impishly. "But even if he do find Franklin, he ain't going to get any."
"Then why did you send him to see Franklin?"
"Man, you do ask a lot of questions. I don't understand most, and the rest I don't feel I can answer." Her hand drew the head of a wooden match along the floor. As it flared up, she cupped it in her hand and touched the flame to the end of her stick.
After she'd inhaled deeply a couple of times, she offered it to me. "You are just too uptight for your own good, Harmon."
I was as naked as she. I plopped down onto the mattress, slid back, and then leaned my shoulders against the wall. After she'd handed me the joint, she settled into the same position as me. Side by side we sat, with our shoulders touching.
We passed it back and forth and eventually I found myself staring idly at my forked legs. My right foot was against her left one, because her legs were also spread apart. I studied the letter "W formed by our legs. The left half of it was white, and the right half was black.
And then I felt myself drifting out of my body, and I floated upwards to hover in front of us. Suspended miraculously in mid-air, I studied the letter "M," now formed by our legs. Now the right half was white, and the left half of it was black. I floated back again and slipped into the shell of my body.
"You know, Mimi, our legs are trying to tell us something. And it stars with the letter W.'" Part of me slipped away again and I drifted about and watched myself and Mimi. We were still sitting side by side on the mattress with our legs extended. I added, "But every now and then, our legs start with the letter 'M.'"
"Get em all tangled up together," Mimi answered. "Like the letters in a can of soup."
I watched Harmon pass the stick back to Mimi. The blackness and whiteness of their two bodies blended together, briefly became a swirling mass of lavendar, and then the two colors became distinct again.
And then I floated closer to the two of them, full of curiosity, because a white hand had appeared on the black cunt. Simultaneously a black hand enclosed a stiff, white cock. The letters formed by their legs became blurred; because the wild sensations of my fingers swirling around in her cuntal juices and the slow pumping of her hand on my cock blended into a fabulous, glowing sensation.
It was a keen sensation, feeling the ecstasy that pulsed through both bodies as I hovered above Mimi and Harmon and watched their two colors meld together into a slummering mist of beauty. Suddenly they were enclosed in a circular frame, round and distinct, like an old-fashioned paperweight enclosed in glass with artificial snow.
I picked up the rounded globe with them inside of it and shook it. Then I set it down in the wide expanse of the concrete at the airport. The entire area was crisscrossed with a maze of runways, but the landing and departing jets missed Harmon and Mimi. I shook the globe once again, and much more vigorously than the last time. The flakes of artificial snow became a violent blizzard and obscured their bodies from view.
My entire body shook violently as the cool snowflakes tingled my skin while the head of my huge cock powered against the cleft of Mimi's cunt. It moved forward, slowly and deliciously, a fraction of a millimeter at a time, and shoved apart the tight and slippery flanges of her tunnel. Four jets thundered in back of me, driving my burgeoning cock inch by inch into the constricting channel. Deeper and deeper it penetrated her until it could go no further, because the red-rimmed entrance to her tunnel was jammed against my hair.
Through the swirling snowflakes I grabbed her hot conical tits and clung grimly to them. My hands lipped off them because I was being sucked into her thundering channel, and so deep that the lips of her cunt began to envelope my thighs. Her soft and curly hair caressed my buttocks, and then pulled my pelvis into the pink, dazzling chambers of her cuntal channel. Excruciating sensations of ecstasy crackled through my body and cock as I let her cunt envelope me completely. I was inside of her. I was now Harmon's cock, at times a swollen dingible that floated in the rapturous aura of space, then a supersonic missile, powered by a dozen jets. I roared into the reeling, multicolored cosmos of her cunt, and then I made a return trip the following day.
Again I picked up the little round globe and shook it. As the snowflakes began to settle around me, I felt months of exquisite sensations. A bilhon needles of ecstasy touched my scalp, thighs, and asshole. About a year later the snowflakes melted, and I floated through the milky liquid. My body quivered and shook with rapture as I debauched myself in the hot juices that clung to my skin.
Slowly, I began to pull my cock out of her. Miles and miles of it came out of the swollen entrance of her cunt, and each inch it traveled became another orgiastic adventure. The storm had formed drifts of foamy snow that fringed her cunt and coated my staff and made it appear white. Someone shook the glass globe again, and I lost my balance and lurched forward.
Hailstones pelted my body while, at the same time, the sun seared my back. My mouth was parched and my throat was dry. I moved towards the delicious, fluffy snow banks until my tongue was able to lick at the creamy crests. The heat in my mouth caused them to melt, and I drove my tongue into the fleshy creases of the rapidly melting snowdrifts. As the snow melted, it miraculously became hot and sticky cream. It coated my tongue and ran down the sides of my mouth while rapturous bolts pummeled my body.
Then there were a series of spine-tingling quakes that rumbled through my body and flipped me upside down. Bolts of cream shot out of my cock and into her mouth, because her throat was parched and her mouth was as dry as mine had been.
From a great distance I watched them roll up the runways at the airport and put them away, like the ground keepers clearing the tarps off a baseball diamond after a sudden rain squall.
Harmon and Mimi were curled up against each other. They continued to writhe deliciously, even though they were falling asleep.
And then I noticed that Philas had returned. I left my lofty perch, crawled back into my body, and pushed my eyelids apart.
Philas stared down at us. "Franklin didn't have any."
Mimi asked, "Did he say that?"
"What did you say?" A girl coming up behind Philas had asked the question.
Philas turned around and looked at her. "I didn't know you were behind me."
"I did," the girl replied.
I asked her, "Are you looking for Carol, too?"
"Or Fran?" Mimi asked.
"Fran," the girl said. I said, "Fran's not here."
"Fran's in San Francisco," Philas added. "Anyway, she was."
"I'm Jane," the girl said. "Philas."
"Harmon."
"Mimi."
"Hi," Jane said.
There was a white, cotton cord looped around her shoulder which held together the top of a large, leather, pouch-like purse suspended under her arm.
"Franklin didn't have any," Philas told Mimi again. He pursed his lips and stared at us as he made the soft whistle-sound each time he inhaled. "How come they call it sixty-nine?" His head tipped from side to side, like a curious puppy. "Can't make out a six-looking at you two-or a nine."
My forearm was positioned between Mimi's naked thighs and my shoulder rested on one. I brought my other hand down and feathered my fingertips the length of the moist, crimson cleft. I said, "Maybe we should be curled more."
Mimi's cheek rested on my thigh. Her hand gripped my cock and squeezed the shaft. The head of my cock appeared swollen and dark red. "That's right," Mimi agreed. "But we're resting now."
Jane stood next to Philas. She let the purse drop to the floor. Her hair and eyes were dark. High cheekbones and the red band around her forehead made her resemble an American Indian. Maybe she was Indian.
"Anyway," Philas complained, "Franklin's out of shit." His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. "How come you didn't save some for me?"
Mimi replied, "Harmon needed it all. You agreed he was uptight."
"You sure you ain't got just one more stick, Mimi?"
"I told you before," Mimi answered.
Jane dropped to her knees and began to open the puckered top of her purse. The three of us watched as her hand dipped inside. When it came out, her fingers clutched a length of rawhide thong. Suspended at the very center of it was a triangular-shaped piece of soft leather. Embroidered on it, with tiny multicolored beads, was the outline of a thunderbird.
"You Indian?" Mimi asked.
"Some." Jane stood up and shrugged out of her car coat with the fur collar that resembled lamb's wool. Her sinewy calves flashed as she kicked off her scuffed moccasins. She was wearing a short, plaid skirt and a pullover sweater that failed to camouflage the hard, pointed nipples of her braless tits.
Philas asked, "You come from Alcatraz?"
Instead of answering him, she pulled off her sweater. She tugged the tight sleeves off her wrists and shook her head to rearrange her hair. Her naked, bronzed tits bounced seductively. Finally, she said, "Too cold up there. Like any reservation." Her arms crossed and she briefly embraced herself. "Can't wait to get warm again."
Mimi's hot breath engulfed my groin as the tip of her tongue tickled my cock. "Plenty of heat down here."
Philas began to take off his clothes. "I'll join you."
Jane had unfastened the skirt at the waist. She rolled her hips lazily as she wriggled out of the skirt. It slid down her legs. She kicked it to one side with her bare foot. Her naked body was as sexy and supple as Mimi's. Jane's tits were slightly larger, however, and her skin glistened like a new copper penny.
I felt my cock flaring up again, and the staff swelled against Mimi's curved fingers. Philas had shed his clothes. He stood near Jane, with his stiff cock angled out in front of him. His glance moved hungrily over her naked body. His hand touched her arm. "Come on down," he invited.
When she didn't reply, his knees buckled and he settled them onto the front edge of the mattress.
Mimi shifted to make room for him. I squirmed towards the back until my spine was in the angle of the wall and the mattress.
"No," Jane finally replied.
"Plenty room for all of us," Philas said.
"Plenty of pussy down here already," Mimi murmured, the passion clotting her throat. She rolled towards him, and I pulled my arm from between her thighs. Her head nestled against Philas' knee. Her hands began to caress the blood-engorged staff of Philas' cock.
My glance went back to Jane. I watched her take the leather thong and wrap it around her waist. "What's that for?"
Mimi apparently thought Yd been talking to her. She replied, "You got to be kidding! A hard cock's for many things. But it takes hours to explain."
Philas lurched forward and shoved his cock towards Mimi's mouth. "Show me how you suck."
The lust rumbled in her throat as she swirled her lips around the end of his cock. Immediately it flared, its diameter almost doubling in size.
Philas muttered, "Can't remember the last time you sucked me good." He whistled softly as he sucked a gust of air into his mouth. "That's a wild start."
He toppled forward. I pulled my legs up so that he wouldn't land on them and pin me to the mattress. I stood up. Philas was now positioned on his hands and knees, crosswise across Mimi's head. Her lips and tongue made loud, nursing sounds as she mauled his cock.
In a husky voice, Jane explained, "That's what it's for, Harmon."
She'd tipped her head forward, to concentrate on her hands that knotted the thong at her navel. Her mass of hair had slid forward, and the strands shrouded her button nipples and framed her face. The triangular patch had to be in the back of her. Her legs were slightly parted, and the moisture glistened between the aroused lips of her cunt. She was breathing fast, and obviously turned on, and yet she continued to fuss with the thong around her waist It didn't make sense.
Suddenly she flung her head back. The mass of hair whipped to the rear and tumbled down the backs of her shoulders. With her eyes closed, she began to tug at the thong that circled her waist. Slowly, the triangular patch appeared at her hip, then crept towards the front of her as she tugged at the thong. Seconds later the patch became positioned in front of her to conceal her cunt. Abruptly her arms dropped to her sides and she stood motionless, as though offering herself in sacrifice.
As I started towards her I glanced downward. Mimi's legs were spread apart. Philas' fingers swirled and stirred the cream in her cunt while his other arm steadied himself so that he remained bridged over the top of Mimi's head. His ass moved slowly, up and down, and his glistening staff surged in and out of Mimi's sucking mouth.
Heat sheathed my groin, and with my clotted and swollen cock, my pelvis was a mass of sensuous pain. It became almost unbearable as my hands stroked Jane's arms and moved to her tits. Her nipples and tits were hot and taut. She quivered slightly, like a willow branch caressed by a breeze. My hands slid down over the thong and stroked her hips. I reached around her. My fingers groped for the knotted ends of the thong in the small of her back. Roughly her arms knocked mine aside.
"Move it. Don't remove it." Her remark was a flat monotone, as though she were in a trance.
My hands slid down her sleek thighs as I settled to my knees in front of her. I shoved my head forward and kissed her stomach, then furiously licked the satiny, quivering skin until I'd found her navel. I circled it with the tip of my tongue and then drove it into the wrinkled orifice.
"Ohhhhh," she responded throatily. Her shoulders tipped backwards and her legs moved apart. The beaded patch moved lower. I sat down on the floor and shoved out my legs between her feet. Now the patch was on the same level as my mouth.
Her hips rolled in slow, erotic rhythm. The patch swayed back and forth, but continued to conceal the treasure nestled beneath. My hands slid up her thighs, and then my fingertips headed for the radiating core of her heat.
"Nooo!" Her hips snapped back and she jerked the patch away from me. "Just move it."
"All right." The breath hissed through my teeth as my fingers gripped the soft thong. I rugged at it and I began to move it around her waist, the way she had done earlier. As the embroidered thunderbird moved towards her hips, the luscious cunt came into view.
I panted raggedly as I worked the patch around to the back of her. When the knotted ends of the thong were positioned at the center of her belly, I pressed my forehead against it and slid my tongue into her juicy cleft.
"Ohhh," she murmured, "so good." Her thighs quaked under my palms. Gently, the hot, mounded lips of her cunt surged against my mouth. My groin was a mass of clotted fire, and my cock strained upwards, as though it wanted to bridge the distance and pierce her cunt.
Suddenly her pelvis lurched forward and downward. The dripping cleft smeared her liquid passion across my chest as her knees buckled and she lowered herself into my lap. My arms were wrapped around her moist, satiny body. I held her against me while my tongue licked her ascending belly. Suddenly I was able to lick the underside of a drum-hard tit; and then my mouth moved around her nipple. It was ripped from my suctioning lips as she dropped slightly. Her slippery cunt had impaled itself around my quivering cock.
She sat in my lap. Her arms embraced me tightly while her hot breath fanned the side of my neck. With my bare buttocks cushioned against the floor, we began to rock back and forth. Her pelvis pumped and her heated tits rubbed against my chest. She was silent, except for the rapturous purring sounds deep in her throat. My cock throbbed ecstatically in the tight confinement of her quivering sheath, and it became a fantastic sensation as I felt the slow and intense rise of my passion.
"Gimme that thing!" Mimi suddenly cried out. "I want to feel it inside of me."
With Jane's back turned to the mattress, I was able to peer around her mass of dark hair and watch Mimi shove Philas aside. As he lurched sideways, his cock was a red, swollen pipe, coated with her saliva.
"Man, I want to come!" Philas complained.
"Come inside of me! I want to feel it!" Mimi's legs flew apart as Philas dropped on top of her. He humped once and the shaft of his cock rammed into the depths of her creamy cunt.
They began to moan lustily while their damp pelvises slammed together in quick rhythm. The sounds of their coupling turned on Jane. She stifled a cry as her pelvis hammered mine with short, powerful jolts. I felt her burst of heat as my climax exploded into liquid.
"Ohh-ohhhh-" she whimpered. She gripped me tightly against her while her pelvis corkscrewed into my lap. The powerful suction of her climaxing sheath drew the spewing bursts of my come deep inside of her.
Philas was now sprawled out on top of Mimi. They were motionless, except for their chests as they gasped for air. Jane pushed herself away from my chest. With her hands locked at the nape of my neck, she stared into my eyes. Her buttocks spasmed and she sighed happily.
"It still feels good in there, Harmon."
I nodded. The rigidity had gone out of my cock, but it remained snuggled inside of her cunt, savoring the lingering sensations of our climax and each surge of her contracting muscles. Then I groaned disappointedly as it slipped out of her.
"Damn it!"
She pressed a finger against my lips and then stood up. She pivoted and then headed towards the bathroom. The thunderbird patch fluttered over her asshole, and creamy streams trickled down the insides of her thighs.
I flopped down on my back and settled my head into my folded hands. From the mattress came the even, regular breathing of Philas and Mimi. They had to be asleep. Seconds later my eyelids closed and I slipped into a soft, black abyss.
The days that followed turned into a week, and the four of us spent most of the time in the pad. Philas and Mimi slept on his bedroll while Jane and I used the mattress. Each couple made it whenever they felt like it, without any disturbance by the other. It was unspoken, but it seemed that Philas and Mimi felt that Jane had arrived specifically for me. Although Jane spoke little, in the intimacies of our climactic embraces she clung tightly to me and moaned her rapturous delights. We pooled the little money we had and bought the food that we needed. One day we realized that Christmas had come and gone, and it was now New Year's Eve.
Lounging around the pad that evening, we were trying to decide whether to splurge on one bottle of champagne, or save part of our money to buy some wine.
Wistfully, Mimi said, "I ain't never been in Los Angeles on New Year's Eve. Have you, Jane?" Jane shook her head.
"The more reason to celebrate," Mimi emphasized.
Philas rolled onto his side so that he could look at Mimi. "If you'd saved a couple of sticks, we could have a real blast."
It was the first time Philas had brought up the subject of grass since the first few days after their arrival.
Jane got up and went into the bathroom. The three of us kicked around the topic of our discussion, with no definite conclusion as to where we could get some shit for the night.
I glanced at Jane as she stepped out of the bathroom. The three of us lounged naked around the pad, but Jane always wore the red headband and the loin cloth with the embroidered thunderbird. She came towards us now, walking erect. Her bronzed, supple body always hinted of restrained, lusty emotions. Her firm, conical breasts jutted out while the triangular patch fluttered at the juncture of her thighs. Now you see pussy. Now you don't.
I asked her, "Have you got any grass in yer poke?"
"No. I wish I did." She sat cross-legged beside me. "The water keeps running in the John."
I got to my feet.
Philas said, "Maybe Franklin-"
"Oh, forget Franklin," Mimi interrupted. "Best we look for a miracle."
Philas shoved Mimi's legs apart and peered closely at her snatch. "Done found one already."
Mimi laughed sexily. "You do go on and on. And in and in and out."
I lifted the lid from the top of the water tank and looked inside. The works were so old and corroded that the rubber stopper had failed to drop down. I jiggled some of the fixtures. Now the water began to fill the tank. I took the lid, to return it, and one end of it suddenly slipped out of my wet fingers. I lunged for it and caught it before it hit the floor, and then something caught my eye.
A small package, in an airtight container, had been pasted to the underside of the tank lid. As I ripped it loose I couldn't tell whether it had been hidden there for days, months, or years. After I'd replaced the lid on the tank I opened the package.
It wasn't a lot of grass, but it was enough.
"Oh, Mary Jane!" Philas gleefully rubbed his hands together after I'd brought it out and let them examine my find.
Mimi exclaimed, "Didn't I tell you we needed a miracle!"
Only Jane remained silent, but her eyes were bright and they danced with excitement.
I said, "I wonder how it got there?"
"Who cares!" Philas replied.
"Just looking at it turns me on," Mimi said.
"And just think," Jane said softly, "it's New Year's Eve."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The flame on the fresh candle sputtered briefly, but its sound was so magnified that it resembled an idling motorcycle engine that shattered my eardrums. I was stretched out on my back on the floor of the pad, but my body felt buoyant, as though I were lying on a luxurious rug, right out of the Arabian Nights. I sat up. My damp shoulder blades parting with the floor was like the ripping sound of adhesive tape being torn from a wound. I gazed benevolently down at the three naked bodies. Jane, Mimi, and Philas were motionless as they stared dreamily at the star-studded ceiling.
"Crazy." Philas had whispered it very softly, but it pained my eardrums as though he'd screamed it directly into my ear. The soft, whistling sounds with each intake of his breath became the ferocious gusts of a hurricane.
"Like-nineteen seventy. So long." Mimi screamed it from the top of City Hall.
"Ohhhh," Jane murmured. "It's all over."
"How do you know?" I lowered my voice before I continued. "Is it midnight?"
"It can't be," Mimi replied.
I was now becoming accustomed to the level of the sounds and our voices. At the same time I found rapturous delight in the closeness of our little group.
Philas said, "Ain't been strung out like this, man, since San Francisco."
"Like New Year's Eve?" I asked. "Never."
Jane sighed and slowly stood up. I watched the bronzed, willowy body as it rose off the floor. It was like the unpredictable wafting of a feather, caught in a gentle breeze.
"Dance." She began to twist and writhe, with her body bent slightly forward at the waist. Muscles rippled in her thighs and in her back while the stamping of her bare soles on the floor resembled thunder claps. Her tits jiggled and bounced. The beaded, triangular patch fluttered erratically.
"You Sioux?" Mimi asked as she floated to her feet.
Jane shook her head in reply.
"Me, Arapahoe." Mimi's eyes and teeth flashed as she grinned at Jane. Mimi began to dance. Her body glistened in the candlelight as she waved her arms and pumped her pelvis.
Philas and I joined the two girls. We twisted and turned. Our bodies performed individual movements. But they became part of the ritual of the four of us as we danced around the bass drum with the candle positioned in its center.
Suddenly Jane crumpled to the floor. She dropped to her knees. Then she pushed her supple, quivering body forward and firmed her forehead against the narrow floor space between her flattened hands. Mimi settled her knees to the floor directly behind Jane, and then she brought up her hands and began to roll them sensuously over Jane's hard, round buttocks.
I watched Philas float towards them. He straddled Jane's back. He towered above the two girls, with his knees clamped against Jane's flanks. As he faced Mimi, he rubbed the insides of his thighs and cupped his sac while his cock hardened and became erect. It resembled a pole vault, sticking out from his hands. I straddled Mimi's back in the same manner and grinned at Philas. Our two cocks, stiff and swollen, angled towards each other like drawn swords.
The touch of Mimi's hot flanks against the insides of my legs sent rapturous ripples of delight surging through my body. I watched Mimi's hands as they stroked Jane's sides and buttocks. I was an observer, but my palms felt the hot skin being stroked by Mimi's palms.
My nostrils were clogged with the heavy and sensual odor of our hot bodies and the scent of lust that seeped out of a million pores. My desire became intense, and yet I was in no rush to involve myself in the hidden raptures of the naked bodies. The sounds and scents around me combined to form a sensation that was not unlike the slow, fantastic rising of an orgiastic climax.
Philas must have felt the same as me. He stepped away from Jane and then stretched out on the floor. Lying on his side, his swollen cock moved perceptibly as he gazed at the two girls and made the soft whistling sounds with his pursed lips.
My body floated off the top of Mimi. I stretched out on the floor, the same as Philas, but on the opposite side of the two girls. My hard, bulging cock strummed with rapture as I watched Mimi. She grabbed Jane's waist, then mauled her jutting tits against Jane's buttocks. Mimi's pink, wet tongue darted out and she began to lick Jane's back.
"Lick her good, Mimi!" My skin tingled and became coated with fire because I imagined Mimi's tongue darting across my body.
"Go!" Philas grunted.
The sound of Mimi's licking was very loud as the roughness of her tongue scraped the skin of Jane's quivering back. Jane's ragged breathing was like gusts of wind. Jane lurched forward and her tits became cushioned against the surface of the floor. Its hardness shoved her glowing nipples inward until her tits appeared flat at the tip.
The rumble of passion in Mimi's throat was like the ferocity of water spewing over the spillways of a gigantic dam. Suddenly, she lurched sideways, grabbed Jane's hips, and rolled Jane onto her back. The fury of a thousand impending comes churned in my groin. My staff thickened and flared the crown of my cock until it felt the size of a saucer in diameter.
Like a black cloud, Mimi hovered over the rocking, pitching, bronzed body. The red, darting tongue flicked at the hard nipples and then coated the towering tits with saliva until they glistened like chunks of ice. Jane's feet were planted on the floor and her knees were bent. As Mimi's licking tongue made its slow journey down the flatness of Jane's belly, Jane's pelvis pumped against Mimi. A weird screech fled Jane's constricted throat as her fidgeting pelvis felt the pressure of Mimi's tits between her thighs.
One of Jane's legs hooked around the back of Mimi and pulled downward on the licking Mimi. Jane's crotch bucked and bounced, trying to envelop one of Mimi's hard tits with her swollen cunt. My hips snapped forward and my cock shot into the hot, musky-scented air. It was a spontaneous reaction, because I wanted to shove my cock into the center of Jane's wet, hungry cunt.
But, at that moment, Mimi shoved her legs out in back of her. Stretched out on the floor on her stomach, Mimi's head bore into the juncture of Jane's thighs. Mimi's tongue stabbed brutally at Jane's clitoris before it slipped into the crimson cleft. "Ohhhhh!" Jane gurgled.
Jane's vocal response was followed by a sudden kick of her leg. Her foot hit the drum. The candle fell over and the flame went out.
On my hands and knees, I floated over to the drum. In the darkness, my hands moved across the drum's old and patched surface until I found the candle. I shoved it back into its holder. Then my fingers fumbled on top of the drum, searching for the matches that had always been there. In the darkness, the lusty, suctioning sounds of Mimi's sucking mouth drummed against my ears and I felt ecstatic tremors in my groin. I scraped the head of the match across the bare floor.
In the sudden burst of light I saw Carol. She was standing in front of me. She was naked, and her golden body glowed seductively. The mass of hair swirling around her shoulders reflected a couple of dozen blazing headlights. Her eyes, bright as welder's torches, stared reproachfully into mine.
I flung up my arm, pressed it against the bridge of my nose, and rolled across the floor. I cringed and tried to blot out the vision of Carol. It was impossible. With my eyelids clamped shut and with the palms of my hands smashed against my eyeballs, the piercing eyes penetrated my eyeballs, my brain, guts, and the core of my body. My mind was the only part of me capable of communicating with her. Sweat boiled out of my pores while I tried to explain that I hadn't forgotten my mission, that I still intended to find out what had caused her death, and whatever had happened since she'd been gone was only temporary and it had nothing to do with the promise I had made myself.
It wasn't enough. She continued to haunt me as I rolled across the floor. Carol's burning glance sliced my skin to ribbons, until blood seeped out of it instead of sweat. It was only my silent babbling, my fervent promise that I would try to make something out of my senseless and aimless life, that her vision finally vanished. I lay exhausted on my back on the floor, bathed in crimson sweat, while I stared at the paper moon that swayed judiciously back and forth.
Above me, suddenly, appeared a mountain of crates, packages and boxes. I stood at the loading dock and tried to dispatch the cargo into the ten-mile line of waiting freight trucks while Blue stood around with his thumb up his ass. It was an easy thing for him to do and frustrating for me, because he'd cut a hole in the back of his uniform, and now he had his thumb jammed into the hole and into his ass. I yelled at him, and the echo of my voice caused the entire mountainside to shift and tilt. The crates, packages, and boxes came tumbling down on top of me. I flung out my arms and rolled about, trying to get out of the way of the avalanche, but as they jolted against my body, they were transformed into retried beans and tacos and dry rice that somehow fused together to form my prison bunk. I flung myself out of my bunk and tried to run. My feet became entangled in hundreds of hoses that spurted forth Supreme, Ethyl, and Regular, not in liquid, but in a jumble of letters in the alphabet. Chet stood to one side with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes were no longer blue and piercing. The eyeballs protruded like clear icicles. The gasoline fume enveloped me and fogged my brain. Its ether became a blanket that smothered me.
They wrapped me up and carried me away while I screamed and begged Chet to tell me what I could do to bring some sense and direction into my life.
I opened my eyes, expecting to find Chet beside me, but it was Jane instead. I was sprawled out on my back, with my head propped up on the edge of the mattress. Jane was on her knees. She offered me the short remains of a glowing joint.
"It's for you, Harmon. That's all there is."
While its heat burned my fingers and the smoke curled around inside of me, I tried to recall the problem that had troubled me just a short time ago. My brain rolled and groped, but the problem escaped me because I was drifting away again, buoyant and relaxed on my flying carpet.
Through the swirling mists I stared at Jane. Slowly, I realized that the red band was no longer around her forehead. My hand had already stroked her flank and discovered the absence of the leather thong she's always knotted around her waist. A hand, firm and warm, gripped my wrist and directed my fingers from her sleek, satiny hip, downward, into the ravine of her ecstasy. My fingertips sifted through the curly tendrils and feathered the fiery canyon, formed by her passion-clotted cuntal lips.
Into the recesses of my mind wafted the persistent urgency that there had to be something more, something more definite, like a remembrance, a recollection of these fantastic moments, because they would soon disappear forever, like the smoke that curled towards the ceiling. There had to be something worthwhile and permanent. Again I had the vague reminder of a long and troublesome problem, but it failed to jell as I became buoyant and floated about the pad.
My hands and arms drifted aimlessly through the air. My fingers burrowed themselves in the strands of my hair, made contact with my brain, and when they reappeared again, I was holding a writing tablet in one hand and a pencil in the other. My hand began to dart back and forth across the page, filling the straight and solid lines with writing. My body surged with exquisite delight as the writing filled an entire page. I ripped off the page and flung it aside, and then I began to fill the next one, driven by the exhilaration of having a goal and a drive that had been heretofore lacking.
"The candle flickered and guttered in the shabby pad near Normandie in Hollywood, California, while the old man of 1970 strode across the land and ignored the contractions of Time's uterus as she began to bring forth her latest offspring: 1971. She screamed because of the pain, but it was soundless, because the entire planet was hushed, and waiting for the arrival of the New Year." Bullshit.
Nobody was hushed and waiting. Some were sound asleep, resolved to the fact that when they awakened it would be another year, another chance. The bars and cocktail lounges rocked and roared with the drunken, hatted, whistle-blowing patrons. They kept one eye on their watches and the other eye on the faces of those that were doing just exactly the same thing as they.
But in the tiny pad, the four occupants were now huddled together on the mattress, more attuned and cognizant of their bodies than the members of the million touching encounters that had been held since someone had first publicized such an encounter.
There were four of them
1. Philas. White trash. A bastard, who knew his mother, only because he sucked her tits when he lay cradled in her arms as an infant, but then she died and he was shuttled from hand to hand by an army of nameless bodies and faces. Old enough and big enough he moved westward, until he arrived in San Francisco. One night he found a girl, sleeping on a pile of rags in a deserted building. While he was fucking her, another girl, Fran, walked in. Fran didn't disturb their fucking. She watched and waited until they'd finished; and when Philas mentioned that he wanted to go to Los Angeles, Fran promised that her girl friend, Carol, would let him stay at her pad for awhile. The same invitation would apply to the black girl that he'd just finished fucking.
2. Mimi. The black girl. She knew Philas was a bastard and white trash, but she didn't care one fucking bit about it because it didn't make any difference to her. It had never made any difference to her, and it didn't make any difference now. When the blanket of fog rolled in one day over the San Francisco bay bridge and Philas had been strung out for days. She reminded him of Los Angeles. She mentioned that she'd like to go there, not to live, but just to visit; and after they'd finished another fucking session, Philas harnessed himself in the back pack and they started south.
3. Jane. From the moment she was born, everyone said she looked like a cute Indian baby, and her parents always referred to Jane as their cute Indian baby girl at home with the sitters while they danced and drank and screwed away the hours at the country club. Jane began to read about the Indians until she knew them better than her own parents, and before long she began to wear the headband-and the loin cloth, whenever she was alone in the big house. Then she left one day and headed for the Haight-Ashbury district because it gave her an opportunity to wear the headband and loin cloth, whenever she wanted to wear it.
4. Harmon. Middle-class all the way. High school, and then Los Angeles State College. He took a job at the loading dock of a freight company until he'd accumulated a small amount of savings. He took off for Mexico, a subconscious rebellion against the system, the establishment, and the goddamned piles of crates and boxes. He lost one year in jail in Mexico, and then came back to find himself lost in the very life that he'd tried to get away from.
And now the four of them had come together, to gather at the mattress. To kick the old year in the ass and to open every door, everything, so that the new year could come in.
"Ain't it midnight yet?" Mimi asked. She rolled her wild, sexy body onto its side, moving sensually so that she could enjoy the rubbing of her skin against the mattress sheet. She looked at Philas.
"If it is, I ain't going to buy it." Philas let his hand glide over the crest of Mimi's curved hip before it crept down into her crotch.
"Why?" Jane asked. Although her question had been directed at Philas, her glance was locked to Harmon's.
"Don't ask me," Harmon said.
"I'll tell you," Philas answered. There was only silence, except for the soft whistling sounds as he drew air through pursed lips.
"Tell me, man," Mimi urged. Her hand went down and began to fondle his prick.
I felt the fantastic stirring in my crotch, and my cock jumped beautifully erect. I ripped a sheet from the big pad, tossed it aside and continued scribbling, because I didn't want to miss any of their dialogue. I broke the tip of my pencil because Jane's warm, soft hand caressed Harmon's balls. Then I found that the point on the end of my pencil had been miraculously replaced.
Philas said, "I'll tell you-I plan on fucking my way out of the old year and right into the new."
Mimi said, "Ain't never fucked that long-two years in one session."
"Neither have I." Jane's eyes smoldered as she squirmed her hot body against Harmon. "Have you?"
"Never," Harmon replied.
"One question," Mimi murmured. "Who's going to be fucking whom when the old bell rings."
"Ohhhh," Jane murmured as a strong pair of hands mauled her aching tits. "Harmon."
"Harmon?" Philas asked.
"What?" Harmon answered.
"Who's going to be-" Philas paused abruptly. "You know what I'm trying to say."
Together," Jane said softly. "Why not together?"
"Man, that's the answer!" Mimi exclaimed.
"Wild," Harmon said. He now had his hand between Mimi's thighs. His fingers delved and sluiced around in her puffed juicy cunt.
"Crazy, too," Philas added. "When the horns blow at midnight, I'm coming." He lurched against Mimi and knocked her onto her back. His arm reached beyond Mimi until his hand found Jane's tits.
Jane sat upright and lurched forward. She wriggled her bronzed body until she was stretched out on her stomach across the three naked bodies. Harmon stroked the backs of her thighs while Mimi bridged and rubbed her belly against Jane's. Philas whistled loudly because Jane's teeth had begun to nibble at his staff.
Now the four naked bodies became a languid shifting and heaving mound of flesh. Like in slow motion. Flailing legs and arms touched and caressed while tongues flickered and lips kissed hot, quivering skin. The bodies surged and shifted until they were almost stacked on top of each other, and then the ragged sounds of lusty breathing filled the tiny pad.
"Can't wait much longer," Mimi gurgled. She wiggled her ass seductively and invited the savage thrust of Harmon's cock, not particular whether it rammed into her cunt or into her asshole. Her crotch was a huge, wet void, quaking and waiting for the thrust of the hardness that would satiate her aching passion. The cutting edges of her incisor pressured brutally against Jane's hard and fiery nipple.
"Ohhh!" Jane gasped ecstatically. Her hand tightened around Philas' cock. Its head turned purple and Philas moaned happily.
"Can't nobody be on top of me," he muttered. "Because I'm strung out-high. Real high."
Harmon's cock, like a spear angled out in front of him, probed the fleshy softness between Mimi's thighs. In front of him and astraddle Mimi was Jane. Her back was turned to him and her buttocks stuck up in the air as she offered her tits to Mimi's voracious mouth while Jane's arm was extended so that she could pump Philas' cock. Harmon rolled his hands over Jane's buttocks as his cock furrowed through Mimi's curly hair and plunged into her cunt. He powered his hips forward. His cock plowed her cuntal channel as it tore into her moist depths, but it traveled slowly, moving deeper and deeper until it had penetrated at least a couple of dozen miles.
Mimi opened her mouth wide. Her lips enveloped Jane's nipple, then a part of her breast. Jane began to whimper as though her body were being wracked with excruciating pain. Her hand pounded Philas' towering cock.
Philas' eyes and mouth were open. He stared dreamily at the ceiling, his body positioned perpendicular to the other three. His pelvis moved up and down in slow, regular rhythm, increasing the action of his cock as it shuttled in Jane's clutching fingers.
Harmon viewed all of it. Philas' purple-hued cock, upright and swollen, as it bobbed in Jane's hand. She panted lustily because her tits were being devoured by Mimi, sprawled out beneath her. And to complete the letter "T," Harmon continued to plunge his cock in and out of Mimi's cunt while his tremendous sensations crackled through Harmon's body. He gripped Jane's hips tightly and began to lick her buttocks. They rolled and fidgeted, and he began to lick the inner sides of the hot globes. His tongue flickered and scraped across the moist, taut skin. The tip of his tongue darted into the dark recesses of her buttocks to stab at her puckered opening. He felt her shudder and heard her lusty moan. She lurched forward so that her cunt came to Mimi's mouth.
"Suck me, Mimi!" Jane urged in a strangled voice. Now she was in position so that her head was at Philas' crotch. Her head moved up and down as her pursed lips began to suction at the head of his purple-crested cock.
I scribbled furiously and ripped off the sheets of paper the second I'd filled them with writing. Hot and fantastic sensations coursed through me as I watched the four of them. It was becoming impossible to transform their exquisite and rapturous sensations into writing.
Harmon continued to drive his cock in and out of Mimi's cunt while his fingernails clawed at Jane's moist back. Her body quivered as Mimi's tongue delved into her honeyed slot and ladled the juices into her mouth. And Jane tasted the seeping sperm of Philas' cock while she sucked hungrily, her lips stretched tightly around his swollen organ.
Because Harmon observed it all and also savored the fantastic sensations that drummed through his body, the ferocious quakes of passion turned into torturous jolts of ecstasy. He pumped his cock furiously. In a burst of rising passion, Mimi thrust her swirling tongue deep into Jane's cuntal sheath, and Philas began to rock back and forth because the semen was rising in his throbbing staff.
Mimi's pelvis suddenly shot upwards. Her tight and pulsating cunt grabbed Harmon's cock, squeezed it, pulled on it, and suctioned his boiling semen out of the end of it. Her mauling tongue and mouth in turn tripped Jane's orgasm. Jane jerked up her head and shuddered through the peak of her climax, but she clung to Philas' glistening cock.
"Happy New Year!"
Philas' cry faded out as he shoved himself into an arch. His body became curved while the fury of his come spurted out of the end of his cock. The creamy jets shot into the air and then curved outwards in a dozen different directions. As they came down, their glittering descent resembled glowing sparklers.
The creamy droplets glistened on his belly and on Jane's hand and forearm. Mimi panted as her mouth and tongue devoured Jane's climactic juices. And with Harmon's cock being milked by Mimi's pulsating cunt, everything finally ended.
None of them were positive of the exact time, because they had no watches, and there was no clock in the pad. The new year might have arrived as Philas had previously announced.
Overcome with the intense satisfaction and jubilation of the moment, I flung aside my pad and pencil. I dove into the pile of writing that I'd previously tossed onto the floor. My arms embraced the mountain of paper. I gasped ecstatically as the crumpled sheets of paper cut into my skin.
And then I found that no one was moving, and that we were all stretched out together on the floor. I squirmed about, savoring the touch of the naked skin against mine, and I began to drift into a wonderful fog of sleep. I felt buoyant and content, and it was the kind of sleep I'd always hoped for and imagined, as long as I could remember.
When I awoke, I found that I was stretched out on the mattress. I was the only one in the pad. Philas' back pack had disappeared. So had he, Mimi, and Jane.
It was daylight outside, but I couldn't guess how long I'd slept. My three visitors had not overstayed their welcome. Just as quickly as they'd arrived, they'd also departed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
While we waited for the bartender to set out our beers, Chet remarked, "How about this weather."
"It's great."
"Yeah, it was great, even on New Year's Day. Did you go to the Rose Bowl game?"
"No."
Chet flipped out a dollar to pay for the beers, and the bartender carried the bill over to the cash register. The sound of the drawer flying open was loud inside the beer joint because there was only one other customer. A woman, probably the bartender's girl friend, sat at the far end of the bar. The place was dimly lighted and it had a musty odor. The scent of gasoline clinging to Chet's uniform was a refreshing aroma in the gloomy place. I'd dropped by his station in the afternoon, and because he'd been happy to see me again he'd asked me to join him in a beer.
Chet continued, "They have good weather every year on New Year's Day in Pasadena. I'm convinced they've got God as a lifetime member of the Tournament of Roses Association. One of these years they'll have Him as the Grand Marshal." He refilled his glass. "I didn't go to the game, either. Had a hangover. The wife and I had guests the night before. Guests always knock me out."
While I sipped at my beer, I remembered that I'd had guests that night, too. And that had been the night I'd been tortured by Carol's vision. A couple of weeks had elapsed since then, but she still bothered me. Nights I'd awaken, swathed in cold sweat, because her reproachful eyes had drilled into my brain. That was the reason I'd finally decided to go by the station and look up Chet. I wanted to tell him about Philas, Mimi, Jane, and the way Carol had been bugging me since the night I'd gotten high on pot.
Now as we sipped beer I told Chet the whole bit-from the moment the trio had arrived until they'd departed. I concluded by saying, "And now I intend to renew my search-to find out who caused Carol's death."
Chet ordered a couple of fresh ones. While the bartender was at the cooler, Chet said, "Don't confuse loyalty with stupidity."
I stared at him, trying to understand what the psychology major was trying to tell me. "I've got to do it."
He shrugged. The bartender stood in front of us. He said, "Think it'll rain. We need it, and it always rains in January."
"It might," Chet told him.
"They say we're due for a big rain this year."
I kidded, "They say we're due for a big earthquake, too."
"Oh, Christ," the bartender said, "don't mention that. I've heard about the one in San Francisco." He took the money and walked back to the cash register.
Chet said to me, "You can have your job back anytime you want it." He grinned as he studied me. "Even though you'll disappoint all my kooky tourist customers. Why did you get rid of the beard and cut your hair."
"I don't know."
Several days after Philas, Mimi, and Jane had gone, I'd awakened one morning to find myself making a close inspection of the pad. It had been filthy and I'd spent most of the day cleaning it up until I was satisfied with its appearance. After that, I'd gone to the barbershop around the corner. After a shave and a haircut I'd spent almost a week lying out in the sun until my face was tanned enough to wipe out the evidence that I'd recently been wearing a beard and long hair.
"Well," Chet said, "it's your life, my friend. I think you should forget about your thing. You've got no reason to be guilt-ridden. And nobody, any more, gives a shit about a hero."
I nodded in agreement. "I'd just feel better, that's all. I've even thought about going back to Dr. Yang. Maybe he knows more than he told me."
"Oh, shit, forget it!"
"Okay, smart-ass, where would you pick up the search again. If you were me?"
"Right where the whole bit began. At the restaurant."
"I checked out that angle. Nobody saw Carol leaving that night, and none of the waitresses remember any character hanging around the bar, or the restaurant, prior to that time."
"The manager could be lying."
I shook my head. "They all reported they'd discussed it afterwards, and he'd mentioned nothing startling."
"And what did he tell you?" Chet asked.
I sat up erect and almost knocked over my glass of beer. "I never talked to him. He was on vacation while I was out at the restaurant."
"So forget it," Chet said. "Come back and go to work for me."
I stood up. "Thanks for the beers, Chet. I'll be seeing you."
"Where in the hell are you going."
"Out to see the manager."
"Wait a minute!" Chuck yelled. He caught up with me outside the entrance of the bar. His hand shoved a greenback into mine. "Take this." It was a twenty dollar bill.
"I can't take money from you." I tried to return it to one of his pockets, but he backed away while he gripped my wrist.
"Let's call it a small loan. Pay me back when you're able. Maybe you can even write about it, the way you told me you did when you were strung out on pot." He turned and walked away.
Two of the waitresses at the Starburst remembered that I'd been there before. It was from them that I learned that the manager had never returned from his vacation, and no one knew where he might be now. Instead of trying to find him, and being a hero, I spent a portion of Chet's twenty dollar bill on a steak dinner.
When I started home, I went by Blue's pad, but he had apparently moved out some time ago. I lighted a couple of matches and looked around. The plaster peeling off the dirty walls gave it the appearance of a mangy dog's fur. The bare, wooden floor was pockmarked with scars caused by live cigarette butts and the flame of the candle, whenever it had fallen over. Nothing remained in the pad, except a pile of trash in one corner, topped by the old blue undershirt he'd always worn.
On my way to Carol's pad I thought about Blue's mother and I had the vague intention to drop by and see her again soon, but at the moment there was no need to rush my visit. She'd want to know where Blue had gone, and without being able to give her any information, I wouldn't be able to stand the look in her sad, tired eyes.
I pulled up abruptly and stood motionless as I turned off the sidewalk and started up the narrow walkway that led to Carol's pad. I'd caught the sound of the door being eased shut. Now I squinted into the darkness. Someone, dressed in dark clothing, was flattened up against the side of the building. He must have heard my arrival.
Anger surged through me, because the pad had become very personal and special to me. More than that, I was positive that the person had been inside. His pockets probably bulged now with the things he'd stolen. For several minutes we stood motionless, watching each other. Then the figure began to slink towards the rear of the building.
"Hey!" I yelled.
He began to run. I sprinted after him, and before he'd reached the dilapidated fence at the back of the lot I'd caught up with him. Before he hurtled the fence and lost himself in the darkness beyond, I caught him with a flying tackle.
A soft black cape settled over my head and shoulders the second my arms clamped around a pair of booted legs. We landed in a heap on the ground, just short of the fence, and then I clung grimly to the squirming, kicking legs. Under the mantle's darkness I couldn't see a thing, but fists rained down upon my head and shoulders as he tried to fight free. We rolled around in the dirt like a couple of cub bears. Eventually I got my head out from under the folds of the cape.
One handful of sharp fingernails ripped at my cheek while the other hand tried to tear off my opposite ear. My protagonist hissed angrily as breath expelled between clenched teeth. My arms released the booted legs and I grabbed for the wrists. I pulled the arms outward and dropped my body on top of the writhing figure.
I knew I hadn't captured a male. It was either a female or an oversized wildcat.
For several minutes I was positive that she had to be half wildcat and half female. She was strong and wiry. Her body bucked and bounced, and it was difficult for me to stay on top of her, while I shielded my nuts from her jolting knees.
"Let go of me!" She hissed it through her teeth. Her head shot up. I jerked mine back. I heard her teeth click together as she tried to nip off my ear.
"Like hell I will!" I shoved one knee between her legs, then the other one. Finally I'd worked my thighs in between hers so that my pelvis was grinding against hers. If I'd had my cock inside of her at that moment, I would have come in ten seconds. She had a lot of wild action. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "That remains to be seen. What were you doing in my pad?"
She spit, and the hot saliva splattered against my face. I slapped her cheek and her head spun to one side. Her body became limp.
"You bastard! You always bit women?"
"Whenever they spit in my face."
I stood up. With my hands clamped around her wrists I jerked her to her feet. Again she came at me with her body and her knees jabbed at my groin. I clipped her on the chin. As she started to crumple to the ground I shoved my shoulder into her belly and she flopped across it. After Yd picked up her cape, I carried her to the pad, opened the door, and went inside.
I let her slide off my shoulder and she crumpled onto the mattress. I lighted the candle that sat on top of the drum. Then I picked up the holder and carried it over to the mattress so that I could see what I'd captured.
She was in her late teens, with a mass of shiny black hair, long, sexy eyelashes, sensuous lips that were made for open-mouthed kissing. Or spitting. Underneath the long black cape she'd been wearing tight crimson blouse and hot pants of the same color. Black, shiny boots encased great legs and tiny feet Sprawled out on her back, the full and rounded globes of her tawny tits were visible at the V neck of her blouse. Even while she was unconscious, her stacked, tiny body radiated fire and passion.
She moaned and her eyelids flickered. She squirmed sensually and her eyes opened. While one hand rubbed the point of her chin, her lips tightened.
"Bastard!" She spit out the word.
"Oh, shut up!" I turned away from her and returned the candle and its holder to the bass drum.
Behind me I heard her boots hit the floor as I set down the candle. I whirled around and dove at her again. I jerked her feet out from under her, just as she was reaching for the door. Her head and shoulders landed heavily on the floor.
Round two.
But this round didn't last as long as the first, but it was more fun because I now knew my challenger. I was concerned only with keeping her fingernails and teeth away from my face, and her knees and legs away from my crotch. I clamped my legs around her thighs and then pulled her arms around in hack of her. While she hissed and struggled and we rolled around on the floor, I crisscrossed my hands at her wrists and in back of her. I increased the pressure on her shoulders, and then I was lying on my back, and I'd pinned her on top of me.
One of her big, round, tawny tits had popped out of the V neck of her blouse while we'd been wrestling. A marble-sized, licorice nipple was only inches away from the end of my nose.
"I want you to let me go!" She found a surge of new strength. I released her just enough so that the seductive nipple came closer to my mouth. At the last second, I wet my lips and then rounded them as the nipple slipped into my mouth.
I clamped my teeth around her nipple and held it firmly while I stabbed at it with the end of my tongue. She swore and called me other things than merely a bastard, but the lush tip of her tit now began to pressure against my lips. I opened my mouth and let some of her tit slide inside.
She asked, "Is that what you want?"
"Mmmmmmm." I was sucking and I tried to nod my head.
"Yesssss," she hissed in return.
Our dialogue was deplorable, but we began to communicate beautifully. As I eased the tension on her arms, she shoved her shoulder forward and downward so that the fiery globe of her tit began to smother my nostrils. Every second or two I opened my mouth to breath. The heat of my breath, fanning her nipple and tit, really turned her on.
"Let me go," she pleaded. "Free me, please."
"Mmmmmmmm." I shook my head.
"I have another breast," she purred. "Just as big and as hot as this one. Don't be selfish."
Reluctantly, I parted my teeth. The nipple plopped wetly as it slipped out of my mouth. She immediately squirmed and tried to bring her other tit closer to my mouth. "That's it," she gurgled, "don't be selfish. Suck it, like you did the other one."
"It's still inside your blouse."
"Dammit, I know it! Why do you think I asked you to free me? How can I get it out for you-when you're holding my hands?"
I still didn't trust her. With one hand holding both of her wrists now, I reached up with my newly freed hand and tugged at the front of her blouse. She moved her shoulders, and seconds later the tit jumped out of her blouse.
"There it is!" she exclaimed. "Take it, take it now!"
It was such a delicious morsel that I reached for it with both hands, not realizing that Yd released her hands and that she was no longer captive. The hot and throbbing globe, firmed against my palms, sent wild desire and hot blood churning through my crotch. I sucked and nibbled on the licorice nipple.
"Unlock your legs!" she murmured. "Do you still think I want to run away from you?"
I pulled my thighs apart. The instant I'd freed her, she jerked her tit from my mouth and jumped to her feet. I sprang into a crouch, ready to tackle her again.
Hurriedly, her hands opened the tops of her hot pants and shoved them down her legs while her big tits remained suspended out of the top of her blouse. I kicked off my shoes and skinned out of my sports shirt. Now that she obviously didn't plan to escape, I had an opportunity to savor her lush body.
Every part of her was delicious and round-her hips, buttocks, and tits. My cock was a stiff spear of flesh by the time she'd slipped off her boots. When she came towards me, naked and with the fire crackling in her eyes, I began to retreat.
"Oh," she said, "now you back away from me!"
"Never."
"Then why are you doing this to me?"
My heels touched the edge of the mattress and I stopped. "So I can do this to you." My arms slid around her hot, naked body. I held her against me while the touch of her skin and body against mine sent the fire rocketing through my limbs.
I lurched backwards onto the mattress, pulling her down with me. The instant my shoulders hit the mattress I rolled on top of her. This time she squirmed and bucked to get her passionate body positioned so that I could penetrate her cunt. The tight, hot lips of her cleft resisted so that I had to exert a lot of pressure. Keen ripples of rapture strummed through me as the head of my cock shoved apart the slippery open and drove inside of her.
"Go all the way in-yes!"
Her fingernails ripped at my shoulder blades and her pelvis bounced and rolled. I sucked her towering tits and then slammed my mouth to hers. Plunging my cock in and out of her was such a wild sensation that I drove my tongue deep into her mouth.
"Eeee!" It was a stifled screech deep in her throat. She thrust herself into an arch and her teeth dug into my tongue. I felt the juice spurt out of it and I tasted my own blood as I matched her pounding pelvis with mine. My scalp crackled as her cuntal channel filled with honey and clung like syrup to the shaft of my cock. Brutally, I drove my cock into her and buried it to the hilt while the lusty spurts shot out of it and lost themselves in her suctioning orgasm.
Some time later I slid off the top of her and flopped onto my bunk. I was wonderfully exhausted, and my skin glowed.
She asked, "What are you doing in this place?" Her voice was low and very tender.
"I could ask the very same question. And I will. That's why I tackled you by the fence." I turned my head and saw that she was looking at me.
"You don't know me?" she asked.
"No."
Her sexy laugh made the hair tingle at the nape of my neck. "Then I will tell you."
"Good."
"I am Consuelo Antonia Maria Katerina Castiglia."
"Sure."
"But everybody calls me Casey." I sat upright and stared at her. "You're kidding!" She shook her head. "I have no reason to lie."
"Then you must know Blue."
"Blue? That bastard! I know him all right. But I'd just as soon forget him."
My glance moved slowly over her naked, fabulous body as I remembered the things I'd heard about Casey. She and Fran had come out to Los Angeles, and then Casey had shacked up with Blue. Until he'd gotten her pregnant and then kicked her out of his pad. Even Carol had known Casey at that time.
I said, "I've been looking for Blue."
"Why should you look for him. What is he to you?"
"We worked together years ago before I went to Mexico."
"Habla espanole?"
"No."
"Carramba," she replied in a soft voice. Then she asked, "Carol-where is she now."
"You don't know?"
"How should I know these things while-" She paused to scrape her belly with the tips of her fingernail, "-while I've been looking for a doctor that would get Blue's kid out of me?" Her hand gripped my arm. 'Tell me about Carol."
I settled down on the mattress. While I stared up at the gold paper moon, lazily twisting and turning overhead, I told her about Carol. I started with the day Fran had brought me over here, and I ended with my futile search for the guy that had caused Carol's death.
I told Casey, "If I could find the owner of the old tan sedan, with the dented right rear fender, I would know who caused Carol's death."
"You don't know that?" Casey sat up and her eyes probed mine.
"No. Do your
"Probably."
Now I sat up. "Who is it?" She shook her head. "Tell me!"
"No!" she replied stubbornly.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly. "Tell me, will you? Goddammit, tell me-I've spent weeks and months, trying to find out!"
"Stop it!" She jerked my hands from her shoulders. "Kill me-and I still won't tell you, until I'm ready."
"Dammit-what does it take? If killing you won't do it, what do I have to do?"
"Fucking me is a step in the right direction."
"Oh, Christ!"
Disgustedly I fell backwards and settled onto my shoulders. "That's all I've been doing ever since I started out on this noble crusade."
"What's wrong with that?" She slid down beside me. Her tits glowed hotly against my body as she snuggled close and her hand feathered around my crotch. Her fingertips lightly stroked my hair and balls, and I felt an immediate intensification of a rising passion.
There was nothing wrong with it, I had to admit. Not unless you were bugged by an urgency to finalize the search, the mission, to get it over with so that you could go on to something else. Fucking your way through a bunch of informants, hoping to get a shred of information, was a hell of a way to do it. Unless you recalled that not so long ago you had set up another goal for yourself, to fuck a couple of miles so that you could catch up on all the fucking you'd missed out on for an entire year.
"Don't worry," Casey said now, "I'll tell you, when the time is right." Her hand was around my cock, stroking it and fondling it so that it began to harden in her grip. "I promise you that. Because I remember Carol, and I want to do this for her, just as you do."
"But when?" I squirmed my ass into the mattress because the heat and manipulations of her hand increased the wonderful ache and swelling in my cock.
"Who knows?" That was the last thing she said before she lowered her head and-rimmed her hot lips around the head of my cock.
Casey was hot and insatiable. That night and all the other nights and days that we spent in the pad. She'd arrived in Los Angeles with almost a hundred dollars, and we dined and drank very well. I gorged myself on food. I was determined to keep up my strength, like a ball player trying to last a hundred and sixty odd games during the season, but the pace and frequency of our sex began to take its toll. And Casey still refused to tell me who owned the car that had caused Carol's death.
And then one night I marveled at my fantastic rejuvenation. Passion throbbed within me and I felt as strong as an ox. My cock suddenly became huge and swollen, more so than ever before. Dark and purple, it stuck out in front of me like a battering ram of flesh.
I rolled Casey onto her stomach and then slid on top of her. She was hot, and her passion intensified immediately. She gurgled happily and pushed herself onto her hands and knees. While the head of my flared and aching cock nuzzled at the heat and moisture between her thighs, my hands stroked her round, hard breasts and caressed the mound of her pulsating clitoris.
"Hey," she panted, "let me feel it, Harmon. Put that big, wonderful thing into me and make me scream with delight." Her ass swayed seductively from side to side. The inner skin of her thighs massaged my cock and made it quiver.
"You'll feel it, Casey." I grabbed her hips and held her tightly. On a sudden impulse, I rammed the head of my cock against her asshole.
"Harmon! Not there-oh, you bastard!"
She fought and tried to get away from me, but her passion had already weakened her. My cock continued to power against the tiny, puckered opening. Like a piece of hot steel, my shaft bore into the crevice of her buttocks. My crest flared larger, but I forced it forward and it shoved apart the skin and the strong muscle ring. With a lusty roar I rammed my quivering staff into her, inch by inch, letting her screech and curse while it burgeoned deeper into her carnal channel. Only when I'd driven all of my cock inside of her did she stop screeching.
"You did-" she panted huskily. "How could-you do this to me?"
She pretended that she wanted to get away from me; but with my hot meat throbbing inside of her, she began to whimper ecstatically. Finally her ass began to roll in small, tight circles. I mauled her breasts, played with her clitoris, and delved my fingers into her hot, juicy cunt. Before long the tight, hot constrictions of her gripping channel sucked the wild, furious come out of the end of my cock. She trembled and quivered and grunted through a long and ferocious orgasm. I felt her liquid passion drop down and swirl around my fingers that jiggled in her cunt. When we'd finally stopped shuddering and quaking, I backed off and pulled it out of her.
I'd unlocked the door. So to speak.
Within the hour afterwards she'd told me who owned the old tan sedan with the dented right rear fender.
I couldn't believe it. "Blue? You've got to be kidding?" I flung aside the towel I'd brought out of the bathroom.
She was shaking her head. "Long ago, when I was shacked up with Blue, he borrowed his mother's car one day. It was very old, tan, and it had the dent in the right rear fender, like a slash, just as you described.
I was so damned mad at Blue I began to shake with anger. "If I only knew where he lives now."
"You don't know that?" 'Would I ask, if I did?"
"He has a pad out in the Sylmar area," Casey said.
And then she gave me his street address in San Fernando Valley.
I began to get dressed. Casey remained sprawled out on the mattress. Her naked body glowed sexily. She asked, "You're going to leave now? It's not even daylight yet."
"I've been waiting too long for this moment, Casey. I can't waste another minute."
"Being with me has been a waste of time?" she asked.
I grabbed my jacket and slung it over my shoulder. "You wanted this thing cleared up for Carol's sake. You told me that."
I strode out of the pad and pulled the door shut behind me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They say it's always darkest before dawn, and I needed my headlights as I sped northward on the Golden State Freeway. Oncoming traffic was moderate, and the cars were occupied by the hard-hats and plant workers on their way to work in the Los Angeles area. Outbound there was very little traffic. I kept one eye on the rear view mirror and the other one on the speedometer. I had to stay within the speed limit because my transportation was a stolen car. I'd broken into it in Hollywood and hot-wired it for the trip.
I sat rigidly behind the wheel, thinking about the moment when I confronted Blue with the information I'd gotten from Casey. I visualized him coming at me with a knife or a gun, and then I was involved with him, fighting him, punching his face until it was a bloody mess, jolting my fists into his guts so that when he puked and shit it would be two streams of blood, gushing out simultaneously from both ends.
Blue. The son of a bitch. Why had he done it? Or had he really done it? I had no proof that he'd caused Carol's death. Maybe the night of her death someone had stolen his mother's car.
I tried to rationalize, to consider everything objectively, but when I did, I felt the anger and hatred boil up inside of me again. My foot bore down on the accelerator, and suddenly I realized that was exceeding the speed limit I peered into the mirror and quickly slowed down, but I continued to imagine the torture I would inflict on Blue when we met.
And then I eased the car over into the right lane and braked as I took the freeway off-ramp. At the bottom of it was a street with a blinking red light. I stopped, checked in both directions, and then turned onto the surface street that headed towards Sylmar.
To my right, I caught sight of a laundry and dry cleaning shop. The red-faced clock in the window registered four forty-eight. I couldn't recall the last time I'd gotten the time from the face of a clock. Time had been unimportant, but now it had become the most important thing in my life. I squirmed behind the wheel and accelerated.
I watched the street signs. When I found the one I'd been looking for, I made a right turn. Ahead, and somewhere in the distance according to the map, was the Veteran's Hospital. I idled the car down a narrow, rundown street until I'd found the address I'd been looking for. I parked the car in the next block. After I'd punched out the lights and killed the motor, I got out.
Slamming the car door shut sounded very loud and eerie in the early morning's darkness. It was chilly, but I didn't put on my jacket. I carried it with me, slung over my shoulder, as I walked up the street. The lights behind the windows of some of the rundown houses resembled square, bloodshot eyes, staring at the silent world.
Eventually I arrived at Blue's street address. One of the dilapidated houses brooded on the front of the lot. Near its entrance, someone had dumped an old bicycle on a lawn that must have died early last summer. I glanced up the driveway. In the back I caught sight of a small, ancient trailer mounted on wooden blocks. I walked silently up the driveway and then rapped on the front door of the trailer. When I didn't hear an answer, I pulled on the latch. The door opened and I stepped inside.
"Who's there?" The words were garbled, and the voice was as old and decrepit as the trailer itself.
""I'm looking for someone." I peered into the darkness, but I couldn't see a thing.
"Who?"
"Blue. Do you know him?"
After a pause the voice replied, "Blue-I'm Blue."
I fished a book of matches out of my pocket. I lighted one and held it up high so that I could see the interior of the trailer. From the couch at the back of the trailer I heard his question.
"Is-is that you, Harmon?"
"Yeah." Now I'd caught sight of the figure lying on the couch. Frail and white it was, and naked except for a pair of grimy shorts.
"Jesus-fight the candle," Blue said. "There's one right there-by your elbow."
I found the candle in the flare of the second match, and I lighted its wick. It sputtered for a couple of seconds and then it burned brightly.
"How you been, Harmon?"
I walked towards the rear of the trailer, moving along the left side so that my body wouldn't block out the candlelight. My feet kicked a small pile of rags lying on the floor. As I neared Blue, my eyes opened, and my heart dropped about a foot.
His eyes were hot, and his face and body were flushed with fever. The ribs stuck out of his sides and his legs and arms were nothing but bones covered with skin.
"Harmon," he said, in that same weak voice that sounded like the rustling of ashes. "How's it going?"
"What the hell happened, Blue?"
He tried to grin. His teeth, sunken eyeballs, and sallow skin resembled the head of a skeleton. "Just had a run of tough luck, I guess. Guess it was a dirty needle. But I'll be all right."
"Blue?"
"Yeah, Harmon."
Now that I'd started, I wish I hadn't. I stared into the sick, feverished eyes of this half-alive corpse, wishing that I'd never found him. I really didn't want to continue, but now that I was here, I had to. I'd reached the point of no return.
"You remember Carol, Blue?"
"Carol? Oh, yeah, man."
"Somebody killed her one night, Blue."
"I didn't kill her!"
"What do you mean-you didn't kill her?" I was beginning to shake with anger.
"Christ-I didn't think she'd do that."
"Do what?"
"Jerk the door open and jump out the car. I was reaching for her, trying to grab her and steer the car at the same time." He was panting wearily. "Maybe when the car angled to one side-I pushed her."
'You murdering son of a bitch!"
"It wasn't my fault, Harmon."
My hands opened and closed, and I stared down at Blue through a crimson mist as he explained what had happened that night.
Heroin. H. Horse. That had been the cause of it all. Because Blue had needed some money to buy some more junk, he'd remembered that Carol now worked at the Starburst. He talked his mother into loaning him her car, and then he waited in the parking lot until Carol came out of the restaurant. As she cut across the parking lot, he'd jumped out of the car and grabbed for her pocketbook. She'd resisted, and to keep from attracting attention, he'd knocked her out and thrown her into the car. Then he'd sped away and taken the Hollywood Freeway. She'd suddenly regained consciousness. They'd begun to struggle again. Somehow the door opened, and she hurtled out. By that time he was too scared to think straight. He panicked and continued to speed down the Freeway.
I was breathing fast now, staring down at that skinny, frail body, already savoring the way my hands would feel, digging into his throat while they snuffed out his life. From afar, it seemed, I heard Blue's sob and his quivering plea.
"Kill me! Go ahead! I deserve it. Come on, and do it. Put me out of my misery!"
I was shaking my head, but his desperate pleas continued to echo in my ears. And slowly the crimson mist began to disappear in front of my eyes, like the fog dissipating before the ray's of the honest sun.
"Oh, no, Blue."
"Come and do it, Harmon!"
"Never."
"Please." The word dissolved into a painful gurgle, and then he began to weep softly. "I-want to die. Christ, man-I'm burning up. I-can't stand it any longer."
"You're going to keep on living, Blue. Just as long as you're scheduled. And while you're lying there, wasting away, and waiting for it to happen-you just spend every second, remembering that night with-"
My voice had choked up so badly with anger that I couldn't continue. I wanted him to suffer, to writhe and scream with pain, and bawl and beg for the end to come.
I spun around and walked out of the trailer. I closed the door, and I'd finally shut out Blue's tearful pleas and incoherent babbling.
For the first time, longer than I could remember, I felt great. With the jacket slung over my shoulder, I walked down the driveway. I turned and headed up the sidewalk, erect, with my shoulders shoved back. Because it was early February, the air was without smog. I breathed deeply and filled my lungs with it, as though I meant to cleanse them the way Yd suddenly cleansed my body of the revenge that had been festering inside of me.
A couple of doors slammed shut in the velvety darkness as the men left their modem caves and walked towards their cars. I grinned benignly at them from a distance as they set forth to slay their dragons, punch their time clocks, or whatever.
And then, suddenly, Mother Earth lurched, awakened, and then rippled the ground as she fitfully tried to get resettled.
It was a weird feeling. The ground shivered and moved under the soles of my feet while the trees bent and swayed, as though harassed by a hurricane. But there was no wind. Only absolute silence. Everything was silent and transfixed with horror. Just as I was.
Then in quick succession a woman screamed. A chimney collapsed and the bricks bounced off the roof. A parked car seemed to jog as it moved down the street. Huge trees fell, snapping power lines. Under my feet the earth continued to surge and jolt as I scurried out into the middle of the street.
"Earthquake!" a woman yelled as she ran out onto her front lawn, completely naked with curlers in her hair. Doors opened on lightless houses as the people poured out of their homes. Some clutched a child, others toothbrushes or newspapers.
And then it had ended, as suddenly as it had started.
As the ground stopped its movements, the terror and hysteria increased. Around me milled the bewildered residents of the street, talking incoherently and babbling insanities that made them sound like a flock of terrorized turkeys.
Slowly, as they realized that the earthquake had come and gone, the coolest heads began to prevail. So to speak.
"Just stay out here-in case there's an after-shock."
"Oh, no!"
"Not another one!"
"This one was bad enough."
"Shit, I'll never make it to work this morning."
"What'll we do?"
"They said we were overdue for an earthquake."
"The house is ruined."
"But you weren't hurt."
A little girl bawled loudly as she clung to her mothers legs. "Oh, my God-I left the percolator on."
"There's no electricity."
"Hey, look at that."
"What."
"A fire."
"There's a fire."
"Where?"
"Over there! See it?"
"Yeah! Coming from that old trailer!" By that time I'd caught sight of the cloud of smoke rising into the air in the vicinity of Blue's trailer. I cursed softly under my breath as I tried to fight my way through the crowd of people, and then I sprinted up the street.
"Hey, forget it!" someone yelled after me.
"It's just a goddamned hippie living there!"
I raced up the driveway, and now I saw Blue's trailer. Smoke boiled upwards in a heavy, swirling cloud, and the flames were probing fingers that curled out of the edges of the windows.
"Blue!" I yelled. "Hang in there!"
I ran up to the door of the trailer, but the blast of the heat staggered me backwards. Smoke and fire seared my lungs. I held my jacket in front of my face as I slowly worked my way back to the door. Choking, and with the heat burning my body, I lurched forward and groped for the door's latch.
The intense heat made me jerk my hand back, and then I stumbled backwards again, coughing while the tears streamed from my eyes.
"Get away from there!" Someone grabbed me and flung me away from the trailer. I landed on my back and rolled a couple of times. Then I struggled to my knees and squinted at Blue's trailer through burning eyes.
Numbly, I remembered that I'd heard him call my name as I'd tried to open the door, but now there was no sound coming from the trailer except the hungry, crackling flames. Somewhere up the street I heard the sound of the fire engine's siren. I knew it was too late.
The trailer was already demolished, and the flames began to recede.
I was the only one on my knees as the others moved around me, and then we were in a semicircle.
With the heat on our faces, we stared at the trailer as though we were watching the flames of a huge bonfire we'd lighted on the beach.
It suddenly seemed very just and simple. Carol's murder had been avenged, and Blue's pleas had been answered. The earthquake must have tipped over Blue's candle. When it hit the floor, the flame ignited the clothing that had been piled there.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chet asked, "So what are you going to do now?"
"Pay back the twenty bucks you lent me." I shoved it into the pocket of his grease-smudged uniform. "And buy some new clothes. I especially need a new jacket, because the one I had was damaged by the fire."
Chet nodded thoughtfully. "I imagine it did. But if you don't want to keep on pumping gas for me, you ought to try your hand at being an investigator."
"Bullshit"
"No," he said, "you ought to consider it. You're like a goddamned bulldog when you put your mind to something. I would have given up a long time ago, if I had been you."
"Really?"
"I mean it Harmon."
It made me feel good, hearing Chet tell me that. It was as though I'd finally accomplished something really worthwhile. I couldn't remember when the sense of accomplishment had affected me like this.
"Thanks," I walked away.
"See you around," Chet called out.
I waved at him without looking back.
For days it had been threatening to rain. Now the clouds were so low that their dampness clogged my nostrils. As I walked down Sunset Boulevard I tipped my head back and I felt the misty spray of the beginning rain on my face. By midnight, perhaps long before, it would probably be raining heavily.
I was happy that I'd cut out on my job at Chefs service station. Now I wouldn't have to step out into the drenching rain tonight to service the cars that pulled in. I'd paid back the loan, and I had a couple of bucks in my pocket. I felt great, a wonderful sense of well-being, and I'd accomplished it without booze or grass. And ever since the earthquake I was no longer tortured by Carol's vision with the reproachful eyes.
By the time I'd walked back to the pad, my clothes were damp. I peeled them off me, lighted a candle on the drum, and stepped under the shower. As I soaped and dawdled under the spray, I tried to relax, but I felt the beginnings of a new urgency, a wanting to do something. Maybe I was just horny.
As I toweled dry, I noticed that my cock was beginning to tingle, glowing with the same warmth that rippled through my body. I hadn't had a piece of ass since the night I'd walked away from Casey on my way to Blue's trailer. When I'd returned to the pad after the earthquake, Casey had gone. She'd left no note, so I didn't know whether she'd gone because of the earthquake, or for some other reason.
I tossed the damp towel aside and glanced down at myself. My cock was sticking out in front of me, not quite erect, but at a good angle and looking for business. Or pleasure. So to speak. Briefly recalling the number of times it had shuttled in and out of the various cunts since I'd gotten out of jail, I wondered how much mileage I'd put on. It really didn't matter any more. Even if my cock had fucked only a quarter of a mile, I had no regrets. There was no burning ambition to put on another mile or two. That didn't mean that I intended to retire it for life.
Then I opened the bathroom door and stepped out naked. The instant I caught sight of the girl, my cock immediately hardened, and the head of it jumped upwards a couple of inches.
I stared at her for almost a minute, trying to understand her unexpected arrival while I attempted to remember her name.
Finally I said, "Emmy?"
"How are you, Harmon?"
Her reply was soft and warm as her glance appraised my naked body. She must have arrived moments ago, because raindrops, like tiny pearls, highlighted her dark hair. She'd unbuttoned the wet, glistening raincoat. Her tits stuck out under her sweater like a couple of horizontal lighthouses.
I grinned at her. "How am I? Well, how do I look?"
She licked her lips. "As great as ever."
The heat rippled through my crotch as I remembered the night I'd awakened and found her on the bed, getting ready to suck my cock. The memory of that moment sent hot desire through my limbs.
"Then why don't you stay awhile?" I walked over to her and took the raincoat as she shrugged out of it.
I flung the wet raincoat aside and it crumpled to the floor at the wall.
"Thank you," she said. "I feel very fortunate in finding you here."
"How did you find me?"
She went over and settled to her knees beside the bass drum. "Suzy-the day after you left-mentioned that you were on your way to Los Angeles. Instead of going home for the Holidays this year, I came to Los Angeles instead. I had no idea where you might be until a couple of days after the earthquake. I'll never forget it. I happened to see your name in one of the small papers. It told about you trying to rescue the man who died in the burning trailer. I went to the police-told them I was your sister. I don't think they believed me, but they gave me this address."
I asked, "What took you so long to get here?"
She stared thoughtfully at the candle. Then she replied, "I just wanted to be sure-about a few things-before I came to see you."
I listened to what she said, but it really didn't make much sense to me, and I really didn't care. Now that she was here, it gave me an opportunity to stare at her tits, straining inside the front of her sweater. Without closing my eyes I was able to see them again the night she'd crawled onto my bed. At that time they'd been so hard and tight with passion that the nipples had pointed outward.
I'd been horny in the shower a few minutes ago, but now I was so hot that my cock was a thick, swollen redwood stump. My glance went to her mouth and I imagined the feel of her lips stretched tightly around my throbbing crest.
"I'm delighted that you came to see me, Emmy."
"Oh, Harmon," she cried out as she jumped to her feet. She lurched towards me, leaning forward like the trees had leaned during the earthquake. My arms caught her and I pulled her against me. The heat and softness of her body burned my skin.
She squirmed and shoved her body against me while I mashed my lips to hers. Hungrily I sucked on her swirling tongue and drew the sweetness of her saliva into my mouth.
A ragged groan rumbled in her throat as she ripped her lips from mine. Her quivering was powerful as she clung to me. I felt the mound of her pussy massage my cock through the material of her skirt.
"I've waited so long-" she murmured, "-for this moment."
My hands moved across her back and shoulders. Underneath the material of her blouse I felt the straps and hooks of her bra. I shoved my hands underneath her sweater and clawed at the bra fasteners, frantically trying to unhook it so that I could free her tits. I couldn't wait to see them again, hard and jutting.
"Let me," she panted. "It will be faster and easier."
I released her, and she pulled off her sweater. Her tits throbbed in the cups of the bra. While I waited, she reached in back of her, unhooked the catches, then leaned forward. The cups of her bra shot forward and she pulled the straps down her arms. I felt the air cooling my tongue as her naked tits came into view. They stuck out straight, like dusky giant pears, but the tips curved slightly outward. Each one of my palms became a shelf as they cupped the undersides of her tits and rubbed the heated skin. Then I pulled up my hands, letting her nipples tickle my palms.
"Wait," she gasped. "Let me get naked. Just like you."
Reluctantly, I stepped away from her. While she squirmed and wriggled out of the skirt, she bent forward slightly. Her tits became suspended, like lush, ripe fruit hanging on a tree.
Suddenly, she was completely naked. Her body was sleek and curvy, great legs, with her dark-thatched cunt nestled between classic thighs. While I stared at it and savored its passion-swollen lips, I remembered the night on the bed. My fingers had sluiced around in the depths of her cunt while she'd sucked me beautifully. I'd wanted to lick her at that time but she hadn't allowed it.
My throat was tight with passion as I put my arms around her and pulled her hot, squirming nakedness against mine. The head of my sensitive cock probed and rubbed against her silken belly while her breasts dug into my chest.
We kissed again, open-mouthed and passionately. I became so aroused that my body quivered like hers. I began to shuffle my feet moving backwards and towards the mattress.
Her hand wedged itself between our writhing bodies. Her fingers curled around my swollen cock and held it tightly. "I love it," she panted. "It's so beautiful."
And then I felt a cold drop of water hit the back of my neck. As it trickled down my spine, I glanced up at the ceiling. The raindrops drummed heavily on the roof, and a portion of the ceiling was dark where the water seeped through. As I looked upwards, I saw the scotch tape, holding the string, begin to loosen. The golden paper moon slowly fluttered downward and settled to the floor.
I pushed myself away from Emmy. I grabbed the mattress and pulled it across the floor, so that it was no longer under the water that dripped from the ceiling. Even now I could hear its slow and persistent dripping as it hit the floor. I took her hand and pulled her down with me onto the mattress.
Her fiery body snuggled up against me while her hand retrieved my quivering cock. Fondling it gently, she purred, "It feels so good. Just the way-I remembered it."
For one quick moment I remembered the paper moon fluttering to the floor, and I felt it had been an omen. A good omen, because now the chapter with Carol had been closed. End of one episode, and the start of another one. So to speak.
I stroked her back and flanks while she moaned lustily and ran her hot, moist lips over my chest and nipples. It sent rippling sensations down the front of me and keened the sensitivity of my cock. I panted open-mouthed and waited impatiently for those fabulous lips to ascend and envelop my cock.
"Make love to me, Harmon." Her voice was thick with passion as she settled onto her back. "But be tender, because I'm still a virgin."
Oh, Christ, I thought. It can't be!
I said, "But the other time-I could hardly touch you."
"It's because I was saving myself for someone. That's why I sucked you that night. It was the only thing I could do."
"That's all right, Emmy."
I rolled over and slid on top of her squirming, hot body. I felt the touch of her pelvis and belly rubbing against mine while I hovered over her fantastic tits. They were taut and erect, the nipples hard and throbbing with her passion.
I rammed my face into the valley of her breasts. She reacted immediately and pumped her slippery cunt against my cock. "Harmon, oh, Harmon," she murmured.
I wallowed in the pleasures of her tits. I licked their smooth and heated sides while I worked my tongue towards the tips and the seductive nipples. She began to whimper as though she were being tortured. And then, when I finally slipped my mouth over the end of her fabulous tit and drew the nipple into my mouth, she began to wail.
"I want you! I need you. I need you inside of me, Harmon. Fill me with your cock. I want it and need it so badly, I hurt all over inside!"
I slid off the top of her and settled onto my side. While I sucked her tit, my hand feathered up the insides of her thighs until I felt the hot, steaming cleft. It was clogged with juice. Her cunt was swollen and loose, and there was no resistance as my fingers slipped into it.
"You've never felt a cock in there?" I asked. I still couldn't believe she was a virgin.
"Never-never! But I want yours inside of me. You know how and you do it good-Suzy told me. Now I'll die if I don't get it. Harmon-do it to me!"
I did it to her.
I had to control myself and take it easy because my passion made me wild and impatient. I grabbed my cock and held it firmly as I fitted the end of it against the center of her hot cleft. Then I drove forward slowly and apprehensively, watching her and listening to her as the flared crown began to shove apart the flanges of her wet cunt.
She grunted ecstatically and arched her body as the head of my cock broke through the tight, fantastic ring of her cuntal muscles. Her heat was so great that the head of my cock flared and throbbed, tearing at the walls of her cuntal channel as I shoved the full length of my staff inside of her.
She cried out a few times and whimpered incoherently as I began to stroke her, running my cock in and out of her.
"Oh, God-it's unbelievable!"
I felt her coming the moment the mass of fiery juice exploded out of the end of my cock and sprayed sperm all over the insides of her pulsating, cuntal sheath.
Long after we'd climaxed, the quivering and gripping clutch of her cunt continued to massage and rejuvenate my cock. I kept it inside of her. The sensations were tremendous as my cock became hard again. The sensations were fantastic as I began to ram it in and out of her, and they continued at a rapturous level for almost a half hour until we both came again.
There had been no blood. I hadn't felt the sensation of anything ripping or tearing.
Later, with my hands playing with her tits while she fondled my cock, I said, "And now you're no longer a virgin, Emmy."
She sighed softly. "I'm glad, Harmon."
The raindrops hammering on the roof suddenly became louder. The drops landing on the floor of the pad came at faster intervals.
"It's raining," she said.
"Mmmmmm." I had a nipple and part of her tit in my mouth.
As my cock began to harden in her grip, I knew that it would probably rain all night, that we'd spend most of the night fucking, and that we'd leave the pad after that.
Where we'd go, I didn't know. But I'd go with her. Where do virgins usually go?
