He was big. That was Heidi Anderson's first impression when she saw Bruce Gillie in the pro shop moments before the first round of the Arthur Williams Open began. The pro, all 200 pounds of him, was standing in the back of the ship flipping through a Playboy magazine. Heidi felt a rush of excitement at seeing a real live celebrity. Just a few moments before, she had been talking with one of her high school girl friends on the phone. Now Bruce Gillie was in the shop right before her eyes and she felt her nerves tighten up and her heart beat fast.
Gillie's picture had been in countless magazines and she had formed a mental picture of him: big shoulders, thin waist and muscular thighs, all squeezed into a pale-blue golf shirt and a pair of double knit slacks. From behind the desk, she was amazed at his size and the graceful, easy way he carried himself. Even standing there, reading a magazine, he seemed athletic. She watched as Gillie uncovered the centerfold picture and turned the magazine vertically to fully appreciate the model's well-founded features. Gillie whistled at the picture and then chuckled. He was looking at the picture without the slightest feeling of self-consciousness. Heidi felt a tingle between her thighs. After all, she was only sixteen years old and her body, though well-tanned and athletically proportioned, hardly had the big breasts and well-curved thighs of the Playboy girls.
In all honesty, Heidi was a sweet, attractive young girl, the kind of girl a golf pro remarked once, "... you'd want for your own daughter." She had a virginal beauty about her. Heidi's breasts were small, well-shaped globes capped off by large, pointed nipples. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her thighs trim and shapely.
There were other nice things about Heidi too. Her cunt mound was nice and soft and just fit into the cup of your hand. It had a nice covering of curly blonde pubic hair. Her ass was as nice as her cunt was and gave a delightful sway when she walked. Unfortunately, her wholesome looks posed a threat to the boys in school who had hang-ups about fucking virgins. Actually, Heidi was not a virgin; a college boy had seduced her while on a camping trip. But Heidi refused to give in like some of the girls and drag her pussy around like a bitch dog in heat. She enjoyed sex and secretly wanted more of it. If only the right boy would come along, she often said.
Bruce Gillie was chuckling again, this time at one of the jokes. Several minutes had passed since he had walked into the shop. He had hardly looked over at the counter. He seemed to be ignoring her. With everyone out at the first tee, Heidi felt awkward in the shop all alone with this well-known golfer who was engrossed in his magazine. She pulled back her shoulders and jutted her breasts out so the nipples showed up under her blouse. It was possible that Gillie had ducked into the pro shop not to buy anything, but just to get a few minutes of peace and quiet before strolling out to meet the press, and his fans and begin his round of golf.
The adrenalin shot through Heidi's body.
She might never meet Gillie unless she did something. It was silly being this close to a famous person and not at least saying hello. She was not an autograph hound, but she didn't like being ignored either. Gillie continued leafing through the magazine and Heidi could just barely make out the glossy, erotic photographs contained in the magazine. A soft, burning sensation glowed at the ends of her breasts, causing a sudden, warm wetness between her legs.
She wanted to reach inside her pants and rub the soft pubic hair until the wetness went away and the tingling in her breasts subsided. But she couldn't, not with customers in the store. So Heidi leaned against the counter, pressing the firm wooden edge against her crotch and hoped that the tingle would go away.
Suddenly Bruce Gillie opened the magazine and gave out a raucous laugh. "What a nice piece of tail," he chuckled. "I wouldn't mind sticking my cock into her mouth!"
Heidi was so embarrassed that her face turned beet red and her hands shot up to her mouth to keep her from laughing. Her cunt went soft and sloppy as juice wet right through her pubic hair and into the panel of her panties. She squeezed her thighs together, wishing that she had one of those mini pads on so the smell of her twat would not stink up the shop.
Gillie turned around just then and saw Heidi blushing and felt the half-hard erection in his pants go soft. He had forgotten all about the counter girl. He closed the Playboy and walked up to the desk. "I'm sorry for my language," he said. He had enough trouble with women, especially his wife who was so sick and neurotic that he would divorce her in a second if only his business accountant would let him. Unfortunately, his wife Esther was entitled to half of his assets under the state community property laws and he had enough financial headaches without giving half to that worthless cunt. At least for the time being.
Heidi's face was still the color of a McIntosh apple. As she pulled her hands down to her sides. Gillie noticed her clear blue eyes and the high cheekbones and straight blonde hair. The girl was that rare find: a natural beauty whose youth and innocent looks proved to be a much greater sexual stimulus than the inflated, wet-dream broads that magazine editors like to photograph. His wife was like that. Her melon-sized tits and bovine thighs had drawn him like a magnet. Esther had grown up too fast and consequently demanded too much from her men. The first month of marriage had been sensational and the second month had been only slightly less so.
But Esther never gave up and after six months, his marriage was a living nightmare. He was physically and emotionally drained by her demands. Esther was no longer fun to fuck; her cunt was like an old wet sock and he found himself with bouts of impotence. It took a full year to discover Esther hated men and that deep down, sex was just another tool to be used to degrade and humiliate them. The first time he had caught another man in bed with his wife, Gillie had damn near killed them both. Now he just stayed away from home, sending a weekly check home to keep Esther in cheap wine and cheaper men.
But this lovely girl behind the counter was a find. A rare, beautiful find. All the painful memories of his sluttish wife vanished as he watched Heidi try to cover the dark-red nipples bursting through her golf shirt. His cock stem coiled in his underwear then grew hard, forming a bulge which protruded indecently from his crotch. He studied her globe-like breasts as beads of sweat popped out on his brow.
"Give me a half a dozen Titlests," said Gillie, pointing to the row of golf balls on the lower case. He loved the way she held her legs tightly together. It was a sensual movement almost lost to Gillie until he saw Heidi squeezing tight. She trembled like a leaf in the wind as he stared at her for those few seconds. The pungent odor of sex rose from her crotch.
"Hmmmmm!" he thought, his cock hard as a club between his legs. "She's so fucking hot! I know that smell-and she's going to droop from tension in thirty seconds."
"Here you are," said Heidi. When she looked up, Gillie's lean face was screwed up tight with long lines of tension running diagonally down his cheeks. She was afraid to look straight into his eyes. Heidi felt very alone and naked and frightened. Her panties were soaking wet and her cunt mound itched unbearably. She hardly knew this man, yet her body ached with deep, painful anxiety.
A ridiculous thought entered her mind, so ridiculous that she was going to laugh, except her mouth was closed tight and her lips were drawn. She averted her eyes downward, glaring at the growth in Gillie's pants, remembering the voluptuous pictures in the Playboy magazine, and she wondered if Gillie might suddenly unzip right there and pull out his hard cock and shove it at her face!
That was more than indecent exposure, though exactly how much more she didn't know. Why had he blurted out, "I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in her mouth."
Was he talking to the picture or was he talking to her? Heidi could tell nothing from the steady gaze of his brown eyes.
What would she do if Gillie stuck his cock in her face? Would she touch him. Would she? Would she stick it in her mouth!
Of course not, she reasoned. But then why was her pussy wet enough to need a mini-pad? And the smell? Damn, she stunk bad enough for him to notice.
She looked up and saw his drawn face break out into a big, fishlike grin and for the first time since Gillie walked into the pro shop, she felt at ease.
"Is that all, Mr. Gillie?" she asked.
"Why, you know my name," he said, taking the golf balls. In the few seconds that he had talked with this lovely girl, a big change had taken place in his life. There was something nice and comforting about her; after his wife anything was a change for the better. It was insane, of course, reading so much into this girl's wholesome good looks and innocent demeanor. But his nerves were calm for the first time in months and confidence in his game and himself was coming back. She might be a sick cock-tease or a slut like his wife, but he didn't think so. Her musty scent inflamed his nostrils. He wanted sex, he wanted to rip off his golf shirt and suck those hard, red nipples and see if she was everything he hoped she was.
His name was announced over the loudspeaker. He was due to tee off in five minutes. He had to go, yet he didn't want to leave. Heidi was the dream of a lifetime and he hated to see her slip through his fingers. He had made one big mistake with Esther and he didn't need to make another.
So bending closer to the unnerved girl, his prick throbbing now, he said, "Have you ever caddied before, Miss?"
"Sure," she answered. "The city junior amateur is held here. I was the only female caddie." She said it proudly like a boast, but Gillie wasn't listening as much as watching her reaction. Quickly, he scribbled his name and room number on the back of his personal card and handed it to Heidi.
"This is sudden, but sometimes life is like that," he said sonorously. "I'm dumping my caddie after the tournament. He's not working out and I need someone else. You can have the job if you want it."
It took a second to sink in. Normally she would have said no. There was the pro shop job and her family and a whole lot of other things. But as she was about to return the card, it dawned on Heidi that Gillie was serious. She looked up, astonished, and asked, "But why me?"
Gillie gripped the balls in his hand. There were a great many reasons why he wanted her to be his caddie. He had planned to dump his current caddie anyway after the Arthur Williams Open. The boy was a big, overgrown lout named John Dickson who never learned the courses and frequently drank on the job. Dickson had been his wife's idea. But aside from dumping Dickson, Gillie recognized the publicity angle of girls, especially one as pretty as Heidi. His name had been off the last few years and several sponsors were balking about renewing his endorsement contracts. A few wins, the novelty of a young girl as his caddie and his name was back on the front page. Besides, she was beautiful and desirable and unless he was dead wrong, she would come around and want him and make love to him and do all the wonderful good things a woman does for a man she loves.
And if she didn't, he could give her the boot.
"I've got to go play my round," he said, gazing into Heidi's glistening blue eyes. "Think about it. My offer is legitimate, no strings attached. I think it's time a girl joined the caddie ranks." He bent over to kiss her, then decided not to at the last minute. He winked instead and walked out of the pro shop, his hat pushed back against his dark brown hair.
Heidi was awestruck. It took several minutes to realize that he was gone. "My goodness," she exclaimed, "and I didn't even charge him for the golf balls."
Brad Gerdy, the store manager, walked in, snapping a clipboard against his leg. "Got yourself a boyfriend, do you?" he said, a touch of irony in his voice.
"Nice guy," Gerdy continued, walking behind the counter so he stood only a few inches away from Heidi. "Too bad he's all washed up as a golfer."
'That's not true," Heidi nearly shrieked, her heart pounding inside her chest like a furry little animal trying to free itself. "He's still got a chance to win."
Actually Heidi hadn't followed the scoring that closely. It didn't matter. She had been offered a legitimate deal to be Bruce Gillie's caddie and she was so confused that she wasn't thinking straight.
"Not a chance," said Gerdy. "Used to follow him a few years back when he played like a winner. Then he was something to watch. His nerves were like steel. But now? He's washed up. Too much booze or the pressure got too great. I tell you he's finished."
Heidi let him ramble on, ignoring him while she thought of Bruce Gillie striding out to the course. The crowd would be circling the first tee and rousing applause would greet him as he arrived, his caddie standing to hand him his driver. She smiled, sensing the excitement that surrounded professional golf, and a shiver of excitement thrilled her nerves as she imagined herself part of the sports world.
I'm going to do it, she said to herself, barely able to contain her job. I'm going to be a caddy.
The twin sensations of fear and rapture nearly drenched her panties. Even Heidi could smell the juice leaking from the tender folds of her cunt. She squeezed her thighs even tighter to stop the flow, but it didn't help. She looked around and saw that Gerdy had disappeared into the back room to reclaim a pair of golf shoes. He wouldn't see; no one would. She unsnapped her pants and reached down between her sweating legs and held her cunt firmly with the palm of her hand. Quickly, she squished her legs, kneading and rubbing her mound and the thick forest of pubic hair. Her tender clitoris was grossly distended and her whole crotch roared with ecstasy as her fingernail teased the inflamed skin flap.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" she screamed. The throbbing rippled through her in endless waves of pleasure. She had never felt anything so good before. She flashed on the Playboy photos and wondered if those girls with the overdeveloped glands ever rippled with the pleasure that she now gave herself. Exhilarated by the tiny orgasm, she withdrew her hand and leaned against the counter, waiting for Gerdy to finish the shoes.
"Hey, you all right?" he said, coming from the back room.
"I've never been better," she replied, then explained to him about the miraculous new job' that awaited her.
Gerdy listened intently. He had spent forty of his fifty-five years in the golf business. He had been a caddie and then a touring professional and finally a regional pro. He knew the game backwards and forwards. It was idiotic for a girl to be a caddie. If Gillie had come up the hard way, as Gerdy had, then he never would have made such a foolish offer. But Gillie was born with a silver spoon jammed between his teeth. Gerdy doubted if the cocky pro had ever been closer than medium iron shot to the caddie's lockers. His youth had been spent taking lessons from the pros instead of lugging clubs up and down the course. Gerdy shook his head at the thought of a nice girl like Heidi getting thrown into the vicious, competitive world of pro golf. Yet the allure was so great, he knew it was foolish to try and stop her. Even her parents were awestruck by touring pros. It had that allure of Hollywood. And who would want to stop their daughter from becoming part of the money-and-glitter set?
"It will just be for the summer circuit," said Heidi. "Then I've got to come back to school."
Gerdy put an arm on her shoulder. "You'll have a job here if you decide to change your mind." Then he kissed her on the cheek and whistled softly to himself, taking the golf shoes outside to the waiting customer.
Heidi watched, barely able to control herself. It was going to be quite a summer.
CHAPTER TWO
As luck would have it, Bruce Gillie shot a course record of sixty-two on the final day and wound up finishing eighth. It was his best finish in six months and the blistering last-round score which included back-to-back eagles, had put the name Bruce Gillie back in the big time. He was met with thunderous applause after a birdie putt on eighteen and the gallery pushed and shoved to get near him. His name was magic, people wanted his autograph, and Gillie was euphoric.
Heidi had followed him that day and she could barely contain her excitement as Gillie hit one perfect shot after another. The adrenalin was pumping, her wild heart was racing, and halfway through, Heidi knew she wanted the caddie job badly. Pro golf was infectious. It has excitement, pageantry, travel and money. Gillie had proven to the crowd that day that his golfing skills had not failed him. He was able to ignite the gallery at any moment. As his caddie, Heidi would get her share of curious stares and recognition from the tournament goers. It was more than any high school girl could dream of. And it beat sitting behind the counter selling golf balls to the weekend bogey men who occasionally leered at her if drunk enough, but rarely paid her more attention than that.
After signing his score card and posing for pictures, Gillie took her to one side and asked her again to take the job. Heidi looked into his warm brown eyes and squeezed her thighs again to close her cunt lips before saying that she would.
She had his card with the motel room number written across the back. "I'll pay your dues," said Gillie, "and talk to the PGA chairman about the registration." He held the girl by the arms, wishing he could hold her somewhere else. "I have a straight deal to offer. Separate motel rooms and a weekly salary of $100 plus a bonus every time I finish high in the earnings." Gillie squinted into the sun and reminded himself to buy an extra pair of sunglasses for the Tucson Open. "You in return will scout the course each morning. The hazards are well-marked. I want you to check the landing area for the tee shots and the greens. You'll also be responsible for polishing my clubs and checking off the distance markers along the course. I want you to know each course by heart."
He turned again and faced her. "I don't expect you to be perfect the first time. But you have to learn fast. My earnings depends on it." His rugged face broke into a warm smile that made Heidi relax. "Now get home and tell your folks about your new job."
Surprisingly, Heidi had no difficulty convincing her father. He had listened to the last round over the radio and was impressed with Gillie's performance. "That man is going to take off and never come down," he said. "Back-to-back eagles! I never heard of such a thing." Mr. Anderson slumped his aching back into the easy chair and took a deep breath. Gillie was no fool. And what with the woman's lib thing catching on, a girl caddie would look good for him. And if he got hot, the spot light would occasionally fall on his only daughter. He wondered about the sleeping arrangements. The tour would get lonely and he didn't like his only daughter striking out on her own at such a young age. He weighed the pros and cons, but in the end his mind was made up. "Sure, go ahead," he said. "Just don't forget the old man when you get rich and famous." He would take care of his wife, Alice, who would strongly object to her daughter's new vagabond life. A few stiff thrusts of cock into that old, well-worn cunt would bring her around in a hurry. "Thank you, Daddy," gushed Heidi.
One person who was not understanding and was violently against the arrangement was Bruce Gillie's estranged wife, Esther. She followed her husband's day-to-day successes on television and in the newspapers, jotting down his winnings. Half of it belonged to her. She hated her husband's guts and taking his money was just one way to get back at him. It also kept her in champagne and in the exotic young men who came to her house in Tucson. Esther had a violent temper which she had inherited from her mother, a sultry ex-beauty queen in New Orleans turned strip dancer. When Bruce told her his new caddie was a girl, Esther fought back her rage by digging nails into the palm of her hand. Their talk was brief and she wished him luck through clenched teeth before slamming the receiver down. Thirty seconds later she was calling the country club in Tucson, site of the upcoming pro match.
"Yes," answered a low, grating voice into the receiver.
"Get your ass over here," snapped Esther and hung up.
In the thirty minutes, Esther filled the tub with heavily scented bubble bath and soaked her aching muscles. She even sprayed her cunt and the thin crack of her ass with a rich, musky perfume. When the doorbell rang she wore only a terrycloth bathrobe.
"Come in!" she said coyly.
The door creaked open and Ralph Underwood, the head caddie at the country club came in. He had a rugged appearance and he walked with a slight limp, the result of a war injury in Vietnam. He had been a great athlete, but his war experiences had changed all that. Only through connections at the country club had he been able to get back into pro golf-as a caddie. Ralph still had a great many contacts in the game and Esther used him as a source to keep tabs on her errant husband. In return, she used all her sexual allure to make Ralph feel like a man.
"I got to piss," he mumbled walking through the bedroom. Ralph passed Esther's sleek body coiled on the bed and went into the bathroom. She heard his zipper open and then the splash of urine hitting the cistern.
"Men," sighed Esther. 'They are all beasts at heart. No manners at all."
Still, she felt a wild throbbing in her chest. Ralph was impotent with other women, which was embarrassing and frustrating. She knew a few tricks that made most men hard as steel plumbing pipe. They didn't work on Ralph. His cock flopped around and that was all. It made them both uncomfortable. But Esther never stopped trying and a friend of her mother's taught her a turn-on she wanted to try out.
"Get in bed," she said. "And I'll show you some fun."
Ralph sat glumly on the bed and slowly removed his clothes. When he stripped to his underwear, Esther reached down and rolled off his cotton briefs. Sure enough his penis drooped like a deflated balloon between his legs. She held him between two fingers and stroked the flaccid shaft.
"It won't work, Esther," he said dejectedly. He felt foolish sitting there while this woman tried to arouse him. Ralph blamed the war for all his problems. He had been a real stud at the University of Tucson, his senior year. Now he was a middle-aged caddie whose chance at the big time was shot forever. Even booze didn't help. Suicide seemed the only answer.
Esther continued stroking his dick. He was soft as cooked linguini, but there was lots of time. She would make him hard and potent. First she wanted him to do a few favors.
"My husband has a new caddie," she explained. "A girl! Imagine making a teenage girl lug all those heavy clubs around. I don't think it's right."
She toyed with his cock and reached below and fingered his balls, squeezing them ever so lightly. He grunted. His cock remained soft, but his nuts weren't dead. She smiled to herself and stroked the inside of his thigh.
"What can I do?" said Ralph. "I've already signed up."
Esther frowned. Ralph was becoming more childlike each day. He had lost more than his potency in Vietnam; his mind was gone too.
"I want the boys to make it tough for her," said Esther. "She's good looking my husband says, so there should be no problem. I know what goes on in the caddie room. Once this girl sees how rough the work is, I'm sure she'll wise up and quit!"
"I'll do my best," answered Ralph. He rolled onto his back and let Esther fondle his balls while he stared at the ceiling. He didn't see why a girl couldn't caddie. The bag was heavy, but not so heavy a girl couldn't carry one for eighteen holes. Esther was playing one of her tricks again. She wanted to get back at her husband and she was using him to do it. It wasn't right. He should refuse.
Then Ralph felt a stirring in his groin as Esther brought her lips down his penis and licked him with the tip of her wild, raspy tongue. He wasn't hard, but then he wasn't dishrag soft either. She licked him all the way down the shaft and kissed each testicle, drawing the oblong testicles into her mouth, and sucking each ball.
Ralph groaned as her warm mouth covered his joint. He didn't want her to quit. He rolled over so his belly touched her and ran his hands over her breasts.
"You got nice big tits, Esther," said Ralph, stroking her satiny white skin. His hands dipped into her cleavage and brought her breasts close to his face. The nipples pointed out at him, their red, sensitive skin filled with throbbing desire. His tongue slithered out and sucked on the berry-like end.
"Oooooo!" Esther moaned. Well, he still had a few tricks left. He could turn her on with his tongue. He reached from the triangle of curly dark hair that sprouted over her mound. His palm rubbed the sweltering bush, her juice soaking his hand and he inserted a finger between her labia and gently finger-fucked her clit.
"Gooood, Ralph!" she said, humping him. His cock hung over his swelled scrotum, flickering obscenely. He pulled Esther's body close, smelling her strong, fierce cunt and quivered like a virgin fucking his first woman. He was a man, goddamn it all, he knew what turned a woman on. It was just his cock. That was the trouble. He couldn't get hard enough to fuck Esther and it was so damn discouraging he wanted to go kill himself. Abruptly, he stopped and turned away. His eyes feasted on the luxurious growth of pubic hair flowering from the V of her silken crotch and his insides went soft and he wanted to cry.
"Damn it," he snapped, looking for his pants. "I'll do what you want. I'll make this new caddie of your husband's wish she had never been born. Just quit tormenting me."
Esther breathed heavily as she stroked his back, smiling to herself. Her husband had no idea how much trouble she could cause him. Esther spread her legs open and hunched forward, hugging Ralph around the waist. Her lust-crazed body demanded satisfaction. She rubbed her pussy up and down the base of his spine and felt the feverish glow thrill her tangled nerves as her soft clitoris pressed against his flesh.
"You want me to eat your cunt?" he asked. He turned and slid a hand through her crotch and fingered her fuck box once more. Ralph wiggled his face down through the bouncing thighs into the matted wet pubic hair and licked her pussy. At least it was a turn on for her. Then his thighs slanted trembling and he motioned for her to suck his cock. Sixty-nine wasn't bad. He couldn't get an erection and he couldn't come, but it was good to be with a woman anyway.
"Ohhh, that's wonderful," moaned a reluctant Esther, grinding her hips like ball bearings. His tongue was big as a blood-sucking leech wiggling up her cooze. She felt a glowing warmth roar to life between her legs as her cunt dripped all over Ralph's slobbering mouth. She grasped his pecker so the bullet-shaped head popped out the top of her fist and said, "Baby, you want to be hard again?"
Ralph stopped eating pussy and stared. Was she crazy? Yet Esther had never looked more serious. He scratched his head and looked down at his droopy dong and wondered if it was possible.
Esther said, "A big, hard cock. Sticking straight out, big as a fist and hard as an iron rod.
As hard as you used to be."
"You're not joking, are you?" he said. What did she know that he didn't? Once he had thought about going to a shrink with his problem, but at the last minute he chickened out. Doctors could not help him, no one could. He looked at Esther. Maybe he was wrong?
"Turn around," she said.
Ralph did as he was told. What the hell, try anything once. He got on all fours and stood on the bed like a miniature horse. He felt Esther climb underneath and suck his cock.
Her svelte body gleamed with sweat as she worked his tool, moving her lips up and down, feeling the excitement grow. Her cunt was ripe from his mouth and needed a good fucking. She had several dildoes that the friend from New Orleans had given her, but she needed a real cock, one with a humping beast like Ralph on the end, to drive her into a fuck frenzy.
"It's not working," said Ralph.
She told him to shut up and kept working his tool until the foreskin was puffy and his balls were moving up and down. She arched her back, spreading her legs open wide and fingered the razor-thin slit that poured cunt juice into her pubic mound. She humped slowly, exciting herself while getting Ralph ready. Frankly, she didn't know if the experiment would work, though her friend had said it never failed on men.
As quickly as she had squirreled underneath him, Esther pulled away, telling him not to move while she went to the closet. His balls were hopping around from the nice sucking, but his dick was limp as a noodle. It wagged like a small, pathetic tail. He balled his fists and wondered why he hadn't been killed in the helicopter explosion in the Delta. Twelve men had died and he had walked away without a scratch. Blessed with luck, Ralph thought at the time. Now he wasn't so sure.
He heard Esther's feet on the carpet and turned around. She was wonderfully naked and in her hand was a long piece of curved rubber that looked like a banana.
"What's that for?" he asked.
'That's for me." she said crawling up next to Ralph. The tube was greased down and Esther squatted on her calves and worked the dildo back and forth until half the rubber device was up in her cunt. Ralph realized something crazy was happening. The artificial dick protruded from her slit and Esther was crawling between his legs on her knees. He didn't get it until she stuck her finger down his butt cheeks and fingered his asshole.
"Hey!" he shouted. "You must be crazy!"
Esther only smiled. Her hand shot between his thighs and grabbed his flaccid cock.Now a finger was stuck in Ralph's butt and another grabbed his limp cock. And Esther had that hideous thing sticking out of her twat. Ralph was sweating all right. The woman had lost her fucking mind.
"You want a hard on, don't you?" she said.
Ralph nodded. "Yeah, but how is that going to make me stiff. Her finger burned in his asshole. He wiggled under her guidance having grave doubts about Esther's sex therapy.
"I'll show you," she replied. Pulling her finger free, she gripped the dildo and rammed her cunt full of hot, pleasing sex, plunging the dildo in again and again, until she stiffened around the baton-sized cock. Moving forward, she pulled down on Ralph's tensed thighs and pushed the fake cock's conical head into his sphincter.
A sudden, sharp pain exploded in his asshole. "Aaaaaahhh!" he screamed in surprise. "What the hell!"
Esther felt the dildo push into Ralph and into her own cunt. She was fucking and being fucked at the same moment. Slowly, she pressed the dick into Ralph. The grease made things easier. The rubber dick sank in inch by inch. She reached down and squeezed his cock. It was getting hard.
"Feel that!" she exclaimed, yanking on his pecker. "You're a man again."
The pain was sharp and fierce. It was like a splinter being driven underneath a fingernail. His anus burned, seared for a moment, then opened up. Esther was climbing onto him from behind, groaning like a bitch dog in heat. The cock she held between her cunt lips was imbedded in his butt. He felt faint as the cock moved back and forth. He looked down between his legs and saw his cock and then nearly screamed in shock.
He had a hard-on! Esther's fist wrapped around the shaft, but a good five inches protruded anyway. It was huge and thick and powerful. He had thought his fucking days were over. But they weren't. He was big as ever. His balls were throbbing and the glans tingled and he was happy and laughing.
"Get that out of my asshole," he shouted. Ralph wanted to try out his born-again cock. It had been years since he had fucked a woman and now that he could again, why waste time?
Esther felt the hard thrust of male cock in her hand. She pushed forward, forcing dildo into his asshole. "Hey, did you hear me?" shouted Ralph, but Esther wasn't listening. She enjoyed the sensation of power and dominance the cock gave her. My God, she should have been born a man. She had made Ralph potent! She could manipulate him, his cock was in her hand. She did not have to coax the bastard and listen to him make excuses for his impotence. She was doing the fucking now. She didn't need a man to get aroused. She could do it all herself.
Ralph felt the cock driving into his asshole and he reached around and grabbed her by the arm pulling Esther down on the bed. "You stinking pervert," he shouted, slapping her roughly across the face. No wonder the old man had left her; she was a first-class bitch.
"But I made you hard," she insisted. "I gave you back your manhood."
Ralph ran a hand through his hair. She was right. His cock was as hard and gleaming as a torpedo. Esther had returned his manhood, even if the method was weird. He ran his fingers across her silken body, trembling with anger as he stared up into her cold eyes. Esther was laughing silently at him. He felt like beating all that arrogance and snotty bitchiness out of her. He wasn't the brightest guy in the world, but he knew women. Esther had loved using that dildo. It really had turned her on!
"Well, you've got your toy back," she sneered. "Aren't you going to use it?"
He stared at her cunt. It glistened like a jewel, the pink slit leaking sex like a faucet. Her cunt was rare and inviting; he could fuck that soft mound forever.
And that's exactly what Esther wanted him to do. Fuck her twat so she could have an orgasm or two and get rid of him. A smile lit up Ralph's face, his asshole still hurting from this woman, and he felt the sudden urge for revenge.
"I'll fuck you, baby," he said, caressing the inside of her thigh. Then he slapped her roughly. "Now turn over!"
CHAPTER THREE
He brought his hands through her legs, holding her cunt like a handle. He pulled on her crotch hair and roughly pushed her thighs open. Her butt slit gleamed like a new scar through her milk-white flesh.
Ralph hungered for sex. The agony of all those impotent years came gushing out of him and he screamed in glorious relief. Faster and faster his fingers worked Esther's mound. Her cunt lips, lubricated by the earlier action, opened to him like a giant clam. Her slit was dripping juice all over the strong hand that pulled on her twat.
"Ohhhhh, that's wonderful," he said. The wonderful pleasures locked up in her womb spread out in concentric circles. Esther was begging him to stop, but he was too far gone. He flexed his thighs, forcing his cock forward, and tingled with the power of his movements. He was hard and strong and sensual and passionate. Esther's cunt smelled earthy and hot. So fucking hot that he wanted to come right then.
"I'll do your dirty work." he said, slapping her across the butt. "And you'll never forget me for it either."
Esther was mad at herself for ever trusting that dim wit Ralph. Mad at herself and at him. His hands handled her loins coarsely and she fought to get away from him. I was so dumb! Why did I ever trust this stupid bastard?
Then she felt him. His finger plunged into her pink sphincter muscle and her body spasmed with pain. It hit her like a sledgehammer; this impotent half-wit was serious. His finger twitched in her asshole and he was forcing her to hump. Esther was so scared she went blank. Her mind seemed to float out of her body. As Ralph brought his fingers in and out of her anus, opening her asshole for his cock, she went into a dream.
"Nooo!" she pleaded. "Not there! Don't do it to me Ralph!"
Ralph gave a funny little laugh that brought the hair up on the back of her neck. It wasn't the sort of thing she expected. He pulled free and pushed her buns back like loaves of bread and pulled her close to the rigid cock head standing out straight and hard.
Esther wanted to throw up. Tears welled in her eyes as his cock was dragged up and down her thighs. Ralph watched her muscles flinch and snickered.
"You like that rubber fuck toy of yours?" he snarled.
Esther cried. "I only wanted to help you."
"Well, you did all right," he said, dragging his dick into her slit. "And here is some good fucking in repayment."
"Please, no!"
She was worried about the pain. Ralph knew it would hurt just as he realized a woman's asshole was soft and desirable. In Hong Kong, he had raped a Chinese girl's butt in an alley way. He had been drunk and a little crazy and when she walked by he pulled her against the wall, lifted her dress and held a knife to her throat while he dicked her butt hole. She had cried out once when his shaft slid in all the way and, damn, she was soft and warm. Her butt gripped him like a warm sock and when he shot his wad they both climaxed together. Fantastic!
His finger searched every nook and cranny until her loins were tuned tight and his dick ached. He pulled her body up by her cunt, jammed his shaft between her ass cheeks and hunched into her anus.
"OoooooH!" It hurts, she told herself as her sphincter spread wider and wider. That bastard! He's killing me! Her mind was raging with obscene thoughts.
His hot breath roared in her ear and her inflamed flesh made squishy noises as his cock went deeper into her butt.
"Nice and juicy," he said, remembering the little Chinese girl wiggling on the end of his cock. "Easy, baby, I'm going in easy."
Ralph was so excited he nearly climaxed right then. His hard on was only a few inches into her channel. He eased back, feeling her flesh slipping away, and then Esther groaned and he pushed forward. In and out, back and forth he went until his penis rode twelve inches into her butt.
"I'll kill you," she cried. She opened the V of her thighs and felt him go deeper with the shift of her weight and a white stabbing pain engulfed her. It hurt like hell! He was such a bastard! His cock felt like a red hot poker jammed up her asshole. Her tits felt like twin volcanoes ready to explode and the mushy hole between her cheeks smoldered as Ralph pumped away, his penis making soft, sucking noises in her rectum.
"You love this, don't you?" asked Ralph, licking her ear.
"Uh, I hate you," she grunted. The warmth was spreading out slowly, inevitably. He was no different than her husband, or any other man for that matter. She was weak and helpless, her body responding to his incessant demands, fucking him when he surged, gripping him when he retreated. Esther was confused by it all. Someday she would get even with Ralph. God, she felt so cheap and degraded! Why didn't he come and get it over with?
As if reading the woman's mind, Ralph reached through and squeezed her clitoris. The tender bud usually hid between the ripe folds of her cunt. He laughed wickedly as he squeezed down on the button and made her shriek with surprise. Her butt tightened up around his cock like a glove, a tender hugging warmth.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "I'll kill you for sure."
Her mouth was hanging open and drool dripped onto the sheet. Her body was covered with sweat and her thighs quivered with each stabbing thrust. He was starting to hurt her now and she groaned as her ass tube went raw and dry. Then she heard him groan also. She tightened down hard, catching him with her cheeks and then her cunt went wild and her asshole spasmed and she was humping and pumping and screaming like a crazy woman.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!" she shouted.
Her hole opened.
"Come! Come right now," she shouted. The slapping of his thighs against her butt signaled the nearness of his orgasm. She wanted him to come, to shoot his hot sperm into the yawning void of her butt. His fingers still electrified her clitoris, the ecstatic pain thrilling her, churning her body with sex.
Ralph was slipping away. He was drained, his cock burning. Quickly he pumped her slot, feeling her close up. He hugged her buns until he wanted to hold back no longer. He felt the violent, throbbing urge and when his cock exploded inside her butt, he groaned with relief.
His cock showered sperm into her tight channel for what seemed an eternity. It came out thick and warm as fresh cream. She swelled up and shook with frenzy. Both of them together were having an orgasm. He locked his fingers around her breasts and rode her like a horse. What a fuck, he kept saying to himself. Oh, this is the greatest thing in the whole world!
Esther sagged forward, exhausted. The sheets gripped her dripping body and when Ralph pulled free, she did not say no to sucking him clean. She held his fast-softening cock and milked the remaining few drops of sperm free with her lips. Her mind was spinning like a top as Ralph came up to caress her back. She could only think of her husband out on the golf course enjoying himself while she lay in bed with this strange man.
She hated Ralph with every atom of her body. It drained from her like hot water from a faucet and she could barely conceal her hatred from him.
Esther had brought his cock alive and he had treated her like just another woman, whose crotch was a nice warm resting place. Her body was bathed in the frothy juice that trickled from her twat. It felt hot and smelled salty and that only enraged Esther more. Someday, she would get even with Ralph just as she was settling the score with her husband Bruce. Someday all men would feel the same pain and humiliation that she felt.
Ralph did not know the depths of Esther's hatred. He only felt the elation that came with a good, intense fuck. His dick was droopy again and his balls ached from the long years of inactivity. He stood up slowly and stretched before looking down at Esther. Her eyes glinted in the soft room light. Her mood unfathomable. Well, no reason why she should be happy, he thought. But then the bitch had no right treating him that way. Sticking that goddam thing inside him. He smiled and tapped Esther on the top of her head.
"I'll take care of your old man's caddie," he said. Hell, he didn't have to, but Esther had brought life back to his dick. He did owe her something. Ralph whistled cheerfully, reaching for his clothes. He pulled his undershorts on over his thighs, careful not to touch his spent cock. Once on, he snapped the elastic band, the cloth feeling good around his hard-muscled stomach.
"I'll be back," he said. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Esther rolled languorously on her back, spreading her legs and looking up into Ralph's open eyes. The bastard, she thought. But she smiled and said, "I love you darling. Now don't forget about that little chore we talked about. It means a great deal to me."
Then she kissed him goodbye and watched him slump out the bedroom and through the hallway to the front door. Only when he was gone did she start screaming. Esther picked up the rockglass ashtray and heaved it at the bathroom door. 'The bastard!" she screamed, pulling up the sheets with his semen stains and throwing them into the laundry hamper. Esther shrieked. Her exhausted body was diseased, flooded by the filthy pervert's dirty seed. She ran into the bathroom and filled the tub full of hot water and bubble bath. During the several minutes it took the tub to fill up, she ran about throwing everything that reminded her of Ralph out the bedroom window. She was gasping for breath, her head spinning crazily. She would get even. Someday Esther would make sure all of them felt her wrath!
She spent several hours in the bath with a face cloth washing every inch of her body. Her butt still burned from the punishment of Ralph's brutal cock, but she couldn't do anything about that. She washed her skin again and again itil her body was raw from scrubbing. Rising up from the tub, Esther felt refreshed, ready to face the world again. She climbed out gingerly and grabbing a big, thirsty towel from the hook, wrapped herself in its warmth and returned to her bedroom.
She got a record album from the rack, the one with "I'm a Woman" on it, a song which she felt was dedicated to the woman's liberation and played it over and over again.
As music filled her ears, she took the dildo from the bedside and pushed it deep into her cunt. She moved the thick shank back and forth until her cunt hole was drippy wet, then continued stroking until the pleasure spasm began and her cunt muscles contracted around the cock.
Then forcefully, Esther jammed the artificial cock half way into herself and screamed as her shimmering sex muscles came against the cock that still protruded from her slit.
It was embarrassing, but Esther didn't care. She rolled onto her back, jamming the long spear in and out, making her cunt muscles suck on the thick tube. "Oooooo," she gasped. It was sensational, the best fucking she had had in years. Clasping her thighs together, she rolled over and mounted the cock, her belly pressing down on the thick stem.
"Hmmmmmmmm!" The cock stem did wonderfully strange, electrifying things in her womb. It sent a shower of glowing warmth racing up through the roof of her twat, back along her spine and through her breasts. Her pulse was racing and her blood pounding as she drove the fuck stick down tight into her channel then pulled her hands away. The cock stood straight out, hard and dominant. She moved the stem back and forth, the submerged half of the shaft tingling her ooze.
"Those bastards," she repeated, fucking her stick as if the fuck were real.
CHAPTER FOUR
Like most parents, the Andersons were worried about their daughter Heidi. If they acted harsh and authoritative, she might rebel and turn into one of those zombies that hitch-hiked the freeways selling their cheap and often diseased sex for a meal or a puff of marijuana. On the other hand, if the Andersons were too lenient, their daughter might turn out like the Bright's little girl, the next door neighbor's charming daughter who was caught giving blow jobs to off-duty policemen.
Alice Anderson was deeply shocked by the scandal caused by the Bright girl. "I don't know what this generation is coming to," she remarked to her husband, who nodded his head in agreement. They both were terrified by the rapid changing society. They dearly loved their only daughter Heidi, yet deep down, they both were afraid. Like other parents, the Andersons wondered if they knew their child at all.
Heidi not surprisingly found her parents very loving, but a little distant. She wanted to get married and have children just like any other normal girl, but there were many things she wanted to do first. A seventeen year-old could wait years, perhaps until she was twenty before jumping into marriage. What she wanted was a boy friend, one that would love her and be fun and most of all, show her the mysteries of sex
"You've got to get hip," said her best friend Betty. "You're not a virgin, no one is in high school anymore. So get out and live!" Well, that was easier said than done. Between the golf shop and high school, there never seemed to be any time. She kept busy, went to parties, got good grades. If she wasn't content, well, she wasn't unhappy either. But Betty was right. She wasn't a virgin any more and it was time to get out and taste life before the years crept up on her and she was too old to. Perhaps the caddie job was the answer.
As she labored over her troubles, Bruce Gillie was sweating out a few problems of his own. His wife had called him half a dozen times the night of his big final round to tell him what a bastard he was to finish only eighth and that he'd better send a check soon or her lawyer would be riding his ass all over the country. When he finally hung up on her and told the motel operator not to ring his room again, his hands were shaking badly. God, how he hated that woman. Hate her, hell, he wanted to kill her! But he couldn't. The husband was always the first suspect and he could never stand up under the pressure. Handling golf crowds was one kind of pressure, but lying to a hard-headed police detective was something else. He would never last through an interrogation. He would crack up, so murder was out of the question.
Gillie continued paying off the sleazy cunt, hoping for a miracle like a car accident or a house fire to rid him of his wife. Once, Gillie had dreamed he was a Nazi SS officer whose job was to torture Esther. There were many excellent methods, but he had, in a moment of lust, selected a soldering iron. Esther had shrieked as the long, heavy iron object was thrust into her cunt. And then he had watched her eyes well with terror as he plugged the iron in and watched the shaft slowly heat to five hundred degrees. Gillie woke the next morning from the most satisfying sleep of his life and went out on the course and shot a sixty-two in practice. Sensational!
"Hey, a penny for your thoughts?" Gillie said to Heidi. She was reclining in the padded seat, relishing the last few moments of g-force on her body as the jet roared away from Lindberg Field. Heidi loved airplanes. There was something big and powerful about jet flying. It was exhilarating to feel the plane's force push her back into the padded seat, a wild, exciting sensation that she couldn't shake. "I love airplanes," she said, unstrapping her seat belt.
"Better get used to them," Gillie instructed. "Pros travel by airplane, even if the next tournament is only a few hundred miles away."
"Why is that?" she asked stupidly.
"It adds up," said Gillie. "You could save money driving a car, but you save time by taking a plane. And time means money. A few extra hours' rest can mean the difference between first place and tenth."
"Wow," she said, amazed. "I haven't traveled much, especially in airplanes."
The ensuing silence seemed to last an eternity as Heidi listened to the sound of her blood pounding her ears. Seconds slipped by before Gillie turned to look at her again. He was about to talk when a bouncy stewardess leaned over his shoulder.
"You're Bruce Gillie?" she said, attempting a well-practiced timidity. "I saw you on TV. You are going to play in the Tucson Open, aren't you?"
The stewardess was a doll. She was long in the leg with dark, straight hair and hazel green eyes. She had the sexy good looks that came out of fashion magazines. Gillie recognized her pitch, and it was not different than hundreds of others he had heard.
Yet she was extremely good-looking.
"Sure am," he answered. "Not only am I in the Open, but I expect to win it too!" He nodded in Heidi's direction. "Here's my secret weapon. My new caddie. Heidi meet..."
"Darlene Majors," answered the stewardess, who shot Heidi a withering look. "Oh, I must have your autograph. The other girls will just die."
She handed Gillie a folded piece of stationery on which he scribbled a hasty message, his eyes never leaving her admirable bust.
The note read: "Best regards, Bruce Gillie.
Room 103, Country Club Motel. See you at 8 pm for dinner." Darlene's smile did not betray the tension that flip-flopped in her belly and made her knees nearly buckle. "Thank you," she said. 'Thank you so much," her eyes wide as saucers.
She hurried on to other passengers, leaving Heidi bewildered. She had never seen anyone blow hot and cold like the stewardess had. Heidi saw that her boss was not unhappy and she felt a knot tightening up in her belly. "I thought of being a stewardess," began Heidi, reclining in her seat once again. "But it's not an easy job. They really have to work for their money."
And Gillie smiled watching Darlene or whatever this one's name was, walk down the aisle, her buttocks moving like ball bearings. "Yes, they put in a lot of overtime."
The light at the head of the wall went on and Heidi tightened her seat belt.
"Aw shit," she murmured. "We're already in Tucson."
Tucson was a good place for golf. The course was south of town, nestled on ground bordered on three sides by land owned by the Howard Hughes Corporation. The architect was an old pro named Bill Aronson, who was a friend of Gillie's and a former tournament player. He was much in demand because he designed golf courses that looked elegant, yet used the natural terrain in such a way that maintenance was comparatively cheap. Aronson said the secret to success was building golf courses that the architect would like to play. Since Aronson was a long man off the tee and a good putter, his courses reflected his play. It was perfect for Gillie. He had the same stroke and the same penchant to hit towering drives and hole tricky putts that Aronson did.
Gillie always did well on Aronson designed courses.
A limousine was waiting for Gillie and Heidi when they got off the plane. It whisked them off to the motel which would be their home for the next five days. "You know, I feel stupid as hell," said Heidi. She had worn jeans and and old ragged blouse on the plane. Now in Tucson, there was a crowd of golf enthusiasts rubbernecking the golfers as they disembarked and hurried away to the country club. Heidi looked over the stewardess on the way out and felt a twinge of jealousy. With her seductive legs and curving hips all poured into a tight double-knit uniform, she was a dish to behold. Heidi watched the woman's eyes as they approached, but if they sparkled when Gillie walked by, it was so brief that only she had caught it.
"Is it always this hectic?" said Heidi as Gillie pushed his way through the crowd, smiling and politely refusing to give autographs.
"Only if you win," he said, stepping into the limousine. "Otherwise, you're just one more guy with a sunburned face and a bag full of golf clubs."
Everybody wanted something. Old men waved, while others forced autograph books under Gillie's eyes. Even the chauffeur, a sullen bulky guy, seemed to be hustling for a big tip. And the stewardess that Heidi had disliked-why she had wanted something from Gillie too and nothing as tame as an autograph.
Maybe I belong back in the pro shop after all, she thought. No one bothered her much and the job was secure. Sell golf balls, take in shoe and club repairs and sweep the place out at night. It wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but then she wasn't caught up in all the hoopla that surrounded her now.
"How can you stand this?" she asked. The limousine was already making the turnoff from the freeway. Craning her neck, Heidi saw the green-velvet Bermuda grass fairways laid out like an oasis. Gillie was looking over the driver's shoulder, his body erect, ready. Heidi just knew the crowd at the country club would be enormous.
"Oh, you get used to it," he said vaguely. "Part of the business."
"Yeah, I guess so," she said absently. Already she wondered what her room would be like and what the other caddies would say. As the only woman, Heidi would stand out like a sore thumb And that realization pleased her and bothered her too.
When the limousine stopped, she stepped out and was instantly surrounded by a friendly but pressing crowd of men dressed in expensive casual wear, each with a secret smile on his face.
"Come on, let Mr. Gillie through," snarled the hefty driver, forging through the crowd. Heidi tagged closely behind, fighting off the claustrophobic fears that threatened to overwhelm her. The chauffeur kept up the stream of talk, moving them up to the high-ceilinged front office.
The air conditioning smacked Heidi in the face. After the bright desert afternoon, the dark, wood-paneled lobby seemed a wonderful retreat.
'Two rooms, Gillie," said her boss while the chauffeur stood at attention, holding the heavy luggage. He was an able young man, sniffed Heidi. It was a silly way to describe a man, especially one as big as the chauffeur. He had a large, square face, with a Roman nose and dark brown eyes. He had a big chest and burly forearms and he was big...damn big!
I wonder if he's BIG all over? Heidi giggled to herself. She made a mental picture of him, his muscles gleaming like polished metal, his cock standing out erect, thick as a baseball bat. Just then the chauffeur looked across and stared at her in such an intense way that her belly went soft and her knees trembled. He smiled lasciviously but only for an instant before hefting the bags and walking down the hallway to the new wing where their rooms were. She was attracted to the husky chauffeur.
He was big like a prize fighter. Perhaps he doubled as a bodyguard, remembering how easily he had pushed through the crowd. She was tempted to ask, but Gillie put a crisp five-dollar bill into the man's outstretched palm and thanked him. The chauffeur was pleased and she saw him only briefly as he turned to walk away. His head rotated on his giant neck and a huge smile crossed his lips. It was dark in the hallway, but Heidi was sure the man was licking his tongue back and forth across his teeth. It gave her the shivers.
Gillie handed Heidi her key. "I'm going to sign in and play the practice round," he said looking at his watch. "Here, take this card," he handed her a business card with the room number hastily written on the back, "and sign in at the caddie locker. Change your clothes here. You might get some strange stares walking to the locker room otherwise." He grinned openly, realizing Heidi was still a young girl trapped into a woman's slender body. She had a lot of growing up to do. He had a hunch his idea of a female caddie was going to pay off big. The gallery is eighty percent male and when they got a look at Heidi with her pert tits bouncing around inside her white golf shirt, she'd create a sensation. "After checking in, you've got the day off. Tomorrow you can scout the course."
"How about dinner?" she asked, half hoping he would ask her along. Gillie's face told her the answer.
"I've got an engagement," he answered briskly. "There's a good coffee shop, though. Or call room service." He smiled, trying to cheer her spirits. "I'll take a rain check."
"Okay," she said in a small voice. Heidi opened her room door and snapped on the light. The inside was decorated in orange colors. The thick carpet gave under her feet as she walked to the bed. It was soft and the sheets were crisp and cool to the touch. The entire wall opened out onto a patio that overlooked the fifth hole. She slid the glass door back and stepped out, the sun warming her cheeks. Next door was Gillie's room. The two small patios were connected by a single fence and by leaning way over she could look into the bedroom.
The ground fell away a good ten feet below them and it was almost impossible for anyone to see in except from the patio. She wished Gillie would pay attention to her. He suddenly was cold and very business like. Well, it was a long season, she thought. All in all it had been a very exciting day and the tournament hadn't really begun. Imagine!
Not far away stood a man looking up at the two rooms reserved by Gillie, wondering how he could get into Heidi's room. Climbing would be risky. And just walking in on the broad would be crazier.
He was soon joined by another man, this one built like a granite cliff, his muscles bulging under his dark uniform.
"You sure that's the room?" said Ralph, squinting into the sun. He visored his brow with a flat palm, measuring the distance. "Shit," he said after several minutes. "Why the new wing? Why not the old rooms down on the ground?"
"You asking me, asshole?" sneered the muscle man. He hated Ralph's guts. But this was a job for Esther. And if he wanted to keep banging the old lady he had to be cool with Ralph. "I tell you, she's a nice piece of ass," he said about Heidi. "Virgin as spring water. But get a dick between those legs and she'll hump like a bunny with the fuck fever."
"The question is how," said Ralph.
The chauffeur whose name was Fred Anselmo was not against a little stud service. Heidi was not a bad chick. He might fuck her for nothing. She was virginal and tight as a nut. But what a change over the cocktail waitress, his steady piece of ass. Now there was a used piece of pussy. He could Fit his whole fist into the bitch's cunt! He needed a change, something nice and warm that wasn't reamed out and fucked into oblivion. Looking up at the window, Fred thought he had found the answer.
CHAPTER FIVE
Heidi checked in at the caddie locker fully expecting the other caddies. Instead, she found the small, cramped quarters next to the pro shop empty. The golfers were still arriving and the official practice round didn't start until tomorrow. Gillie had pulled out an eight iron. The chipping iron had been giving him trouble lately and he would get in a fast round using only the eight iron.
There wasn't much for her to do. She wandered out on the course with a map, pacing off the distances, examining the landing spots on the fairway and studying the hazards and out of bounds. She had three days, the practice round, the pro-am and the final practice, to learn the course, but even to her, the course did not seem unusually difficult. The Bermuda-grass fairways were well tended and, except the three water hazards on the back nine, the hazards did not appear difficult.
It would be a low scoring course, she thought coming back to the motel just as the sun sank behind the mountains. Heidi had a small book full of diagrams and notes to keep her busy but she was anxious to get out. So after changing, Heidi ran down to the coffee shop and grabbed a bite to eat and then wandered around to see if a seventeen year-old had anything to do in a country club.
As Heidi found out, there was entertainment for a young, lonely girl after all, but it was not to be discovered until she got bored trying to sneak into the bars and headed back to her room.
As she opened the door, she heard a rustle of sheets followed by a girl's high-pitched giggle. Heidi's cheeks flushed and the adrenalin pumped through her body. She realized the giggle had come from Gillie's room and that could only mean one thing.
Damn him, Heidi thought, turning the key silently and pushing on the door. She clicked on the room light and undressed quickly, wishing now that the girl next door had not giggled and given herself away. It changed everything for Heidi. It was foolish, she thought, to think a fully grown man would be interested in her. Foolish, yet at the back of her mind, she had not given up her fantasy.
Heidi pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed, feeling secure and a little sad, when she heard the bump on the wall followed by another high-pitched giggle.
"Where the hell you going?" said Bruce Gillie. "Get your young ass over here so I can eat your pussy!"
My God! His voice ignited her nerves and she sat up straight shaking with excitement. Heidi had never heard a man talk like that to a woman. She had heard her parents wheezing and gasping as their bodies flopped together in a steamy, sweaty cauldron of desire, but never this. It was a whole new world!
She looked through the sliding glass door out into the darkness where the golf course lay. A faint light came from Gillie's room. Heidi had been over the fence once, looking in and she wondered why Gillie was foolish enough to leave the light on.
Maybe he had a phobia about the dark. Anyway the patio fence gave protection against prying eyes unless someone was standing on the patio.
Heidi was balled up with tension. She knew sleep was impossible while that woman remained with her boss. She cupped her breasts and was surprised at their hardness. Tension had turned them into small cups, hard as cement.
"Come here, baby," said Gillie. "I'm going to eat every hair off your pussy."
Heidi froze. Then she was moving out of the bed to the wall. She picked up a drinking glass and pressed it against the wall like she had seen in old movies.
"You forget about fucking," said the girl. The voice sounded familiar and Heidi realized it was the stewardess, the one who had looked so mean on the plane. Heidi touched her cunt and felt the moisture leaking from her slit. She rubbed her mound with soft, quick strokes that sent chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine.
In her mind, she pictured the stewardess lying down in the tangle of sheets while Gillie rode between the convenient V of her thighs, his penis buried magically into her soft spot.
"Eat my pussy," complained the stew, sounding agitated. "Damn, what are you...Yeoww!"
The two lovers were three feet away from Heidi's ear. Heidi tried to picture Gillie as she had that day in the pro shop, without his clothes. He was a big man with wide shoulders and burly, powerful arms. His butt cheeks had held her attention. They seemed to be flexing and moving around; she had wondered if his cock was moving also. Moving like he was undoubtedly moving now.
Heidi remembered the woman's lush smile, darting eyes and tall, busty figure. The stewardess did justice to the female sex. Heidi wished that she herself were lying now underneath Gillie's sweltering body, receiving his cock.
Only she wasn't. Heidi was skinny and awkward and her breasts barely filled the palm of your hand. Her cunt was wet and soft and small. Heidi was hardly competition for the woman next door.
"You fuck," said Gillie. "All you know is fucking. A little bitch dog in heat. A hot cunt that thinks a nice set of tits will land her Prince charming. Well, Miss High and Mighty Cunt, the world doesn't work that way."
"It does for me," purred the stew. There was the sound of sheets moving on the bed and then a groan from Gillie's lips. "Now tell me the world doesn't work the way I want it to."
Heidi was so excited she could barely stop hopping up and down long enough to pull on her jeans and blouse. Her heart pounded and her skin prickled with goose bumps. What was the woman doing? She had to know. Heidi put her hand to the door and slid the glass back silently. A gentle breeze blew from the south. Heidi pulled herself silently onto the fence, waited for her blood to quit pounding, then dropped silently on the other side.
She flattened against the corner where the fence joined the wall. The drapes were pulled apart two feet. It was plenty of space for Heidi to look through into the bedroom.
Gillie was raised up on the bed as Heidi had pictured him, his hips underneath the stew's crooked thighs. He was holding her shoulders down, his head only inches from the firm, perked nipples rising from her breasts.
It was hot and exciting stuff and it scared Heidi shitless to watch. If she were caught now, her ass was up a creek without a paddle.
"You like it," he demanded, jiggling the bed. "Feel my cock, Miss Super Cunt?" He relaxed his arms, holding her down only by the thrust of hardness into her twat. He watched her squirming under his domination, grinding her hips, almost begging him to fuck her.
"Oh, God, you know what a woman like me wants," she pleaded. "Do it. Oh, do it now!"
"Oh sure," laughed Gillie, flexing his cock, watching her squirm. Her twat was soft as overripe tomatoes and her channel was slippery and tight. He ran his fingers down into her bushy sex and jabbed her with more cock.
Darlene, the stewardess, was going crazy. Her thighs were stretched out, aching for him to go in. Her juice dribbled crazily down the thick, tufted crotch pelt and through the crease in her butt cheeks. The stink was thick, a miasma of sticky-sweet odor that surrounded them. She was swearing now, screaming and throwing a tantrum like a schoolgirl. Darlene ran her fingernails up and down his flexed thighs, groping for his crotch. She looked through the valley between her breasts, over her fluttering belly down at his crotch. Half his dick was in her slit. She squirmed like an eel, her longing now an anguished pain in her womb. He toyed with her cunt like a puppy with a ball. The bastard!
Darlene could make any man come. Except this one, who played with her. And it drove her crazy.
"I want it there," she screamed. Her guts were churned up and soft as jelly. She was breathing heavily, on the edge of hyperventilation. The room spun crazily before her eyes like a huge merry-go-round. Her hips were moving against the mattress, the bed groaning its displeasure. Darlene arched her back, pushing her dark red nipples up at Gillie's slavering mouth. Only a few seconds before those teeth and lips had stirred her tits with hot flashes of pleasure. Darlene begged again for his mouth. She was hot, covered with a patina of sweat and passion. Her cunt was all thick and gooey, ready and waiting for him. She opened her thighs until the hip bones threatened to disjoint. Her lips were moving silently, then a noise came from deep in her gulping throat. It was a terrible, gurgling sound but it grew louder and more resonant until her body seemed to talk to him like a single twanging guitar string.
"Please," she said. "Have me, fuck me. Take me with savage abandon."
From her vantage point at the window, Heidi was squeezing down on her twat, tears dripping from her wide eyes. She had never been so excited. Her twat was leaking like a faucet. She was an interloper, separated by glass and distance, yet she was part of Darlene's urgent pleadings. Heidi's twat was wet as a soaked sponge. She watched Gillie rest his hands against the stew's inflamed breasts and rock in the saddle made by her legs.
"Ooooo!" she gasped.
His dick slowly inched in. Darlene's hips came up slowly around his waist as his hard shaft sank into the slimy womb. Her belly fluttered spasticly, the stretched muscles tight and responsive. Darlene closed her eyes, feeling him come deeper and deeper. Phlegm clogged her throat and she coughed as her body was free and her legs were splayed and his dick was entering, probing. She rolled her head and opened her eyes. And that's when she saw Heidi at the window, her nose pressed against the glass.
The stew's mouth formed an O shape. Her eyes fluttered in disbelief.
Gillie realized the change taking place, feeling the stew slipping away from his domination and he was mad. With a flash of movement, he drove his hips forward against her mound, burying his cock into her womb all the way. Their pubic hair rubbed together and he ground his crotch against her stimulated clitoris.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!"
I didn't! It couldn't be Darlene's brain was crackling like a Roman candle. Was that a face? Who would it be? She wondered for an instant, then it didn't matter because Gillie was driving into her cunt like a freight train.
"Oh, fuck me...Jesus...feel how tight. .. you don't know what that does!"
The orgasm rose from her womb like a butterfly from a cocoon. It fluttered and sputtered and then climbed higher and higher, circling and spinning, rising up into space free and fluttering.
"Come!!! Commmming!!!!" Her guts rumbled like old seat springs as she came charging off the bed, her twat hanging out, wet and slick.
Gillie pistoned her slot with hard, banging strokes. He wouldn't stop, even when she rotated her hips and pumped her thighs.
Heidi couldn't believe it. Both were straining forward, grabbing each other with frantic last-minute stroking. It was nothing like that fling in the drive-in when a boy two years older than herself pushed her into the back and came all over her twat. That was Heidi's introduction to sex. Now, shivering in the corner, flooded with excitement, she saw sex was more than she thought.
As Gillie said, "Okay, baby, keep fucking with your cunt!", Heidi grabbed her twat and jammed her finger into the slot as if it were a cock. Watching the two lovers, Heidi had her own twat to finger and it felt good. "Aaaaahhhh!!!" she gasped.
Gillie was making big noises as he worked into a fuck frenzy. His hips moved in a lazy half-circle, drawing back with gathering tension, his leg muscles hardening as he pushed forward. His hips shot like a blur. He plunged in so fast that Darlene's sucking cunt slot had no time to react. He squeezed through her flesh like a knife through cream cheese.
"THERE, BABY!" he shouted.
Darlene jerked into the air. Tears of anguish streamed down her cheeks as her spent body flopped down. He had strung her out, her womb begged for his hot seed.
"Oh, I can't stop... I can't wait any longer," she cried. The cock seared her hole, driving her thighs apart. She was drying up, the pain was crashing in. Oh, no! He was surging into raw flesh, a terrible sensation. Darlene opened her mouth ready to scream. And then in a terrible second, his dick snapped hard against her channel and a fearsome scream filled her ears. She couldn't believe it. A smile started across her mouth, but never finished, as the thick, boiling jizz shot from his cock into her dry socket cunt sleeve.
She was alive. Very much alive! Her asshole squeezed up and her mouth hung slack. His cock filled her cunt and she loved it. "Fuck it! Fuck, oh fucking, fuck!" she gasped, the words dribbling from her mouth, like the spent semen from her womb.
Her legs had come back to life. Now she was humping and rolling her round butt cheeks, letting him grasp her butt and hold her steady while his dick slammed home.
"Bitch! Wonderful fucking bitch!" Gillie roared. He was mad, passionately mad. He was spent and tired and in pain. His cock felt thick as a garden hose, the knotty end aching from sex. Sperm shot out like water from a fountain. He arched his hips, shooting the stream into her sucking cooze. What a cunt! She held him with her crack, a wonderful sensation! Her sleeve filled slowly with his priceless fluid, his dick complying by draining out in a nice, steady stream of come.
"Fantastic!" he said. Eyes closed, his mind was miles away. He thought of the golf course and the young caddie he had picked up. He felt better than he ever had. He might shoot a sixty tomorrow. Set a course record.
Yes, I could, he thought, his dreams becoming an extension of himself. Hell, I will!
Then he looked down and saw that his drained cock was in Darlene's warm mouth. He lay back into her thighs while her dry tongue licked him clean.
Anything was possible, anything at all. There were no barriers.
And suddenly, he was thinking of Heidi and the way her nipples stuck through her golf shirt that day.
Now why would he think of her?
CHAPTER SIX
Sweat poured off her skin in sheets. Her flesh was hot, her blood pulsating. She had splinters in her hands and raw spots on her thighs from climbing the fence back to the safety of her patio. Her eyes were dilated and she blinked nervously.
Heidi was stunned. In the huge encompassing darkness of her mind, brief streaks of light flashed with brilliant clarity. My God, she thought, he's a beast! An animal! Even now she could hear the couple moaning through the walls. Everything seemed unreal; it was a big, goofy dream world.
"Oh, darling," said the stewardess. "Are you happy?"
Heidi pictured the two love birds clutched in each other's arms. Or, perhaps, the stewardess was cuddled into his lap, her mouth licking the wrinkled skin covering his cock.
My goodness! He was huge and thick and throbbing and Heidi's guts were churning. Suddenly, she was very much awake. Too much awake!
She cupped her breasts and squeezed the throbbing red nipples. The sweat made her flesh slippery and somehow erotic. Between her thighs was another slippery wetness, but she dared not touch herself there, not quite yet. Heidi was filled with lust. She knew what she wanted. It was clear as the Tucson morning sky.
I want his cock, she thought. . . I want his cock between my legs where my twat is all wet and I want him fucking me hard. With savage insistence!
Her head was throbbing and she put the glass down and slumped on the bed. She felt guilty as hell. Gillie was twice her age. He was a grown man and she was just a punk kid whose only sexual experience had been an excited kid in the back of a car. How the hell was she ever going to land a guy like Gillie? She cupped her puny tits and wiggled her skinny butt, imagining that she was doing a strip tease before his eyes. Why, he'd laugh at you, Heidi thought. He'd just laugh and tell you to go away. It would be awful!
I'd slash my wrists or jump off a bridge first before I'd take such humiliation!
She rolled listlessly on the bed and then the door slammed next door. The stewardess had left. Or maybe it was a different room. Heidi didn't know and didn't care. But she couldn't stay in the motel room a second longer. She had to get away from Gillie, at least for a little while, so her mind could calm down. She buttoned her blouse and sat up. The room was bathed in moonlight, creating strange, eerie shapes against the bedspread. There wasn't any time to think out a plan. A small voice in her brain screeched, "Go! Go! Go!" It was a pretty and pleasant summer evening, one of those tranquil nights that lovers hold hands in and walk through the dew-soaked grass in bare feet. Taking a deep breath, Heidi opened the door to her room and looked down the hallway. It was after midnight and the hotel seemed deserted. Heidi took off.
She ran out the back entrance, the one that led to the golf course and when she hit the soft grass, Heidi took off at a gallop. Her legs chewed up the soft grass, gracefully clearing the small hedge that fenced in the motel. Her heart pounded as she ran, the throbbing sound of her pulse making Heidi feel wild and free.
She covered the first hole and then ran down the second, the gentle wind exciting her breasts. Heidi had the urge to loosen her blouse and pants. It would be great to run around naked. Her twat was still hot as a furnace. The golf course was like a tiny island. There were no sounds except for the wind, and the moon supplied the only light. Looking back, the motel stood silhouetted against the mountains. How pretty, the young runner thought. How romantic!
She ran for what seemed an eternity. She crossed fairways, ran through rows of palms and sand traps and over the waist-high elephant grass until she slipped and fell down, too exhausted to get up. She closed her eyes to the night and heard the urgent voice of the stewardess begging for more and more cock.
Heidi's eyes snapped open. Now dizzy from exertion, she realized that running away was not the solution. The sweat poured down her face in tiny rivulets. What she needed was sex. Her body craved it, needed it. Heidi hungered for a man's strong arms to hold her tightly against him. She wanted a man's fingers caressing her tits and sweeping between her thighs and cupping her rounded butt cheeks. That's what she needed! And if Gillie was out of the running for now, then someone else would have to do. She thought a moment before rising to her feet.
Heidi was new to Tucson. No one knew who she was. A sliver of a smile appeared on her thin cheeks. It grew until her teeth shone in the darkness and all the aching grief poured from her body.
Heidi knew what she had to do.
Frank Anselmo sat in the motel lobby smoking a cigarette, a simple violation of the hotel's rules that could end in his dismissal if someone caught him. But no one would. Because it was almost two in the morning and the desk clerk was asleep.
II just wasn't his day, he thought dragging on the smoke. Ralph had a nice job worked out for him and then the night man got sick and he had to pull emergency duty. Imagine that! Why the hell did he answer the phone? It was late in the evening and he knew better. How could he pull duty if they couldn't get hold of him?
So Frank had only himself to blame and as he Finished his cigaret, he cursed the world for treating him so mean. His black limousine stood out front waiting to whisk the first guest away from the motel. Nobody rode in limousines at night, but the motel liked to look classy for the annual golf tournament, so they had the car out front.
Just when the night hours were getting to Frank and he had the half-baked idea of jumping in the limousine and driving home to get a few hours of shut-eye, he heard a voice behind him. Immediately he crushed the butt between his fingers and whirled around, the familiar "Where to?" on his lips when he saw Heidi.
"Holy shit!" he cursed softly. She was dripping wet and her clothes were filthy. What's more she fidgeted nervously with the button of her blouse and Frank's eyebrows rose two inches when he noticed she wore no bra.
"Damn," he whistled. Was he dreaming? This was the girl Ralph wanted messed with. So what was she doing out in the lobby, looking sweaty and dirty with her nipples sticking through her blouse?
"Hey, I remember you," he said. "You're the caddie. The one everyone is talking about."
Heidi looked him over. She remembered his strange eyes and the secretive look he had given her.
The chauffeur was Frank Anselmo, a third generation Italian whose father used to procure girls for the town's mayor. He could barely read and write, which didn't bother him. His brothers were not much on learning; What they hustled for was women. And they were all well endowed to satisfy the never-ending supply of girls. Frank's cock hung down like a miniature fire hose. A girl friend had measured him once at just over twelve inches. And that was soft! His cock was limber and loose with a knotty end that drove the girls wild.
"You going somewhere?" he asked. The girl was dripping wet and it was early in the morning. He wanted to know what happened. More importantly, he wanted the horny bitch underneath him, letting her thighs vibrate while his cock played hell with her cunt. "Maybe a quick ride around town?"
Heidi felt relieved. Her eyes traveled up and down Frank's muscle-bound body which threatened to rip the seams out of the skin-tight black uniform. He was built like a gorilla. "I'm short on money," she said.
Frank motioned towards the car. "That's all right. It's on the house. Come on."
Heidi should have known something strange was happening when Frank held the front door open for her. Passengers rarely sat up front with the driver. But she wasn't thinking. The humming of the wheels had a hypnotic effect on her as the limousine cruised out to the freeway. She closed her eyes and listened as the miles quickly clicked by. The seat was nice and comfortable as she leaned back, resting her sweaty neck against the headrest. Her breasts rose up and down under her blouse. The nipples stuck out like rubber thimbles. Frank reached for the radio and turned on an early morning FM station.
This girl was really a nice piece! Occasionally he looked over at Heidi and whistled under his breath. He liked the way her chest rose with every breath and the nice wiggle of her butt against the seat. His cock was hard along the inside of his thigh. He squirmed his legs but that only increased the pleasure. Her hips wriggled into the seat, the sweat glistening across her hairless thighs. She lay back nodding her head to the beat of the music, her fingers dancing seductively on her hips.
Despite his success with broads, this one threw Frank for a loop. She was so warm and friendly and innocent and compliant that he was afraid to seduce her. His cock was hard all the way down his leg to the knee and he worried about hurting the girl. Heidi's silky warm skin gave him courage. The last girl was a fourteen-year-old who had been so hot for his body that she threatened to kill herself in his apartment if he did not fuck her pubescent cunt. Frank gripped the wheel, wondering how he ever got into such kinky situations. How well he remembered that broad.
She was the daughter of a multi-millionaire and a virgin to boot. But she wanted to fuck and fuck badly. She had slipped from her clothes and surrounded his dick with her mouth and sucked him and jacked his cock off until he went through the roof. And this the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Tucson! So why was Miss Hot-to-trot any different? He watched her lips and imagined them sucking the sperm from his shaft. Man, he loved being sucked off. And this sleeping beauty, the one who was so sweaty she could slide out of her clothes without undoing one button, looked fantastic!
Go ahead, he told himself. What the fuck do you have to lose? He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. The hard, stiff shaft sprung forward, hard and round as a metal baton. He wiggled his hips and then brought his hand up and down the throbbing shaft. Frank looked along the freeway for the most convenient exit where the big car would go unnoticed by patrolling cops. He brought his hand up and down the shaft, working the skin while looking for a place to pull over.
Heidi felt him stirring. She must have dozed off, because slowly opening her eyes she saw the empty road and wondered where they were. She turned to Frank who was busy with his cock. When she saw him, all twelve throbbing inches of him, her jaw dropped with surprise.
"Oh, my goodness!" she gasped. The swaying of the car gliding as if on air, only increased the bizarreness of the scene. Her tiny cunt wept like an open wound. She couldn't believe Frank was jacking off only a few inches from her face!
It was incredible! The image of her Gillie ramming the stewardess with his cock, fucking her cunt with wild abandon, made her quaver. Now was her chance to learn about the world, right here in the car, in the front seat of a limousine. Her heart pounded furiously. And a voice in the back of her mind shouted, "Grab him. Stick his cock in your mouth!" Her hand hesitated, then she lunged. At the same instant, Frank glanced across, saw her hand, and freaked. His cock filled with sperm and with lightening fast reflexes he was pushing the knotty cock head towards her mouth.
Heidi lunged to take him inside her face before the sperm shot out.
She missed by a split second. As her face came forward, she was met by an explosion of hot, wet goo shooting from the end.
"Yaaaa!" Frank groaned, his hot juice splashing her cheeks. He screeched the limo to the shoulder and frantically pumped his stem, jizzing the speechless girl's face with cock cream.
Heidi's mouth yawned open. Juice went everywhere except down her throat. Frank was jack-hammering his shaft with a vengeful fury. His cock, long and limber as a whip, spit out sperm. He grunted like a madman, his balls bouncing up and down with every jerk of his foreskin. Heidi's startled eyes saw it all and a wave of emptiness coupled with embarrassment filled her mind.
The limo's tires screeched onto the road shoulder, the back wheels Fish tailing along the narrow lane as Frank guided the car to a halt while masturbating his cock. Only a miracle stopped them from breaking through the guard wall and tumbling over the freeway embankment. Neither of them was aware of the danger.
Heidi looked up at Frank. She was covered with sperm. "Tm going to be sick," she said weakly. Heidi opened the door and breathed the fresh desert air. The dizziness quickly passed. There was nothing to be said. When she slammed the door Frank was waiting with a rag in his hand.
"Here, use this to clean up," he said sheepishly.
Frank was embarrassed. He felt like a punk kid who took the town slut out to get a piece of ass and then botched the job. His cock hung down on his leg, flaccid as an overcooked noodle. He watched Heidi wipe her face. What the hell was he going to tell Ralph? Or Mrs. Gillie, for that matter? He had a job to do and the girl had walked right into his arms. It was like taking candy from a baby and he had blown the whole goddamn shooting match. What a fool!
"You slob," said Heidi. "I ought to call the police. I'm seventeen. Your ass would be grass."
"Yeah," said the chauffeur, looking through the windshield. This little chippie was something. Real nerve for a girl. He liked that. "But why ruin a good thing?"
Indignant, Heidi held up the rag. "You call this a good thing? Shooting your load out like a moron? I've had more fun at drive-ins with kids my own age."
Her angry voice spat at him like a gun. She was humiliated. First Gillie and now this bulky overweight palooka. She twitched her hips. Her first chance at an affair had fallen flat. "Take me home, damn it," she said. "And make it snappy. Otherwise, it's the cops and your ass."
"You're something else," Frank said, amazed at the impetuous young girl. In all his years no woman had ever dared talk to an Anselmo this way. He was so taken aback that he didn't bash her face in for affronting his pride.
"I'll think about it," said Frank.
Heidi snapped her head around, furious. "What do you mean?" she began and then she knew.
The huge cock running along Frank's leg was flickering back to life. Her heart beat furiously. It might be a good night after all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The limo glided to a halt in front of the hotel. Frank looked around, saw no one, and climbed from the car with Heidi following. They walked through the lobby, past the empty front desk. Heidi was exhilarated. Her bare feet sunk into the soft lobby rug and she almost had an orgasm from the deep piling tickling her feet. Her cunt was wildly wet and her tits protruded like grapefruit halves. It was almost four in the morning and in a few hours the sleepy hotel would be buzzing with activity. Still, there was plenty of time.
Frank was brimming over with excitement. He had no illusions. A grown man doesn't enter a girl's room in the morning to play tiddlywinks. If someone reported him, his ass would be in a sling.
But so what. He wanted the girl's cunt. After jizzing all over her face and feeling like a fool, he had a chance to regain his pride. And he would, too!
Only once had his confidence deserted him, and that was with the Gillie broad. He had stopped by for a drink and the next moment the two of them were naked on the kitchen floor, rolling around in Wesson oil with the Gillie broad screaming for him to fuck her asshole! He had done a few kinky things in his life, but the Gillie woman was a whole new trip. She was like a fucking animal! Not that he minded really, because once he got into the old broad's cooze, she did things with her pelvis that sent him through the roof. He had fucked that tramp until her thighs fluttered like butterfly wings and his hot cream drained into her vagina in a never-ending supply.
Yeah, that broad was a monster, grinned Frank as Heidi keyed the lock and slid the door open. But this little twat tease wasn't bad either.
"You like?" Heidi inquired. Her guts were in knots. The evening had gone by like a dream, a wild pornographic dream! She didn't want to think about Gillie. He was sleeping away, exhausted by the airline girl who sucked and fucked him into slumbering bliss.
Heidi looked at Frank and stopped. She did not know the first thing about sex; it was still a mystery despite the events of the evening. She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs while Frank locked the door. Then he removed his clothes.
First came the coat and then the shirt. He had a deep chest, with strong muscles along his shoulders, and a thin waist. Heidi watched as the pants dropped to the floor, her heart beating wildly as his underwear came off, exposing the man's giant cock. In a few seconds that monster thing would be between her legs. It seemed too much. Her cunt wouldn't stretch that far. Panic jarred her senses as she watched him jerk the shaft with his fingers, her eyes frozen on his huge, jangling balls.
"He'll rip me in two! It'll never get inside me, never!
Frank looked at the frightened girl. Her reaction was the same as other women when they saw his cock erect, standing out like a jack handle. How little a woman knew about the mysteries of her own cunt. Why, that soft gooey pouch would stretch forever! He would push into her warmth until she wiggled like a worm on a hook. He licked his lips greedily. Oh, she didn't know a thing about her cunt. But she would all right. And soon!
"Afraid?" Frank asked. His languid brown eyes, dark and unfathomable, sparkled with mischief. A long pause ensued.
"No!" she shouted. She tingled in every atom of her body. He was built like a donkey. And there was no mistaking the thrust of his hips and the lustful nature of his smile. If she screamed he would put a hand over her mouth and fuck her anyway. Frank wouldn't be stopped. In the car, maybe. But not once inside her bedroom. She felt weak and wanted to cry. Then an idea popped into her mind. It was born out of desperation.
Maybe if I lick his cock, she thought, he'll go away. Heidi felt a steady throbbing in her cunt. It had spread from her tumescent tits and now flowered in her twat. She was dead if he used that cock on her cunt. Dead as hell.
"Take your clothes off," Frank said, kneeling on the bed. Heidi did as she was told. First off came the flimsy cotton blouse, all stained with semen and sweat. Then her pants fell with a tug. She sat on the bed, her twat reeking of sex, her breasts rising taunt and firm from her chest.
"Nice tits," Frank admired. "You got some growing up to do, but nice anyway."
Now both were naked and the fear set in. Heidi wanted to go pee but was afraid to ask. She shivered and moved her legs. When Frank hunched forward, she slithered underneath him and took his cock in her mouth.
"Say that's gooood", groaned Frank, driving his prick halfway down her throat. Her throat bucked against his meat, but he stroked nice and slow until she got used to him. Frank felt the old familiar stirring of sexual longing. It rippled through his muscles and down his back and thighs. She was nice and cuddly, curled up around his fuck stick. He groaned again, forcing his mind to concentrate on other things so he could save his juice for her cunt.
For several seconds the two said nothing. The only sound came from Heidi's wet lips. She went up and down his tool, gasping for breath as her tongue licked his knurled cock head. His fingers touched her back and Heidi trembled.
"Don't do it," she said. She sucked harder, wrapping her tongue around him like an eel. He was wet and slick from her mouth, but Heidi didn't stop, not for a minute. Her fingers found his balls, and hunching down into the hairy man's crotch, she jerked on his nuts, running the oblong objects through her fingers.
"Hmmmmm!" Frank groaned. To return the favor, he caressed her thighs until goose bumps sprang up along her skin.
Ohhh, that's good, but I won't let him know it, thought Heidi. She worked feverishly on his balls, thinking he would come any second in her mouth. Then his hand slid between her butt cheeks and down into her cooze. The goose bumps flowed down her back and across her shoulders. Her tits were hard as diamonds. Wildly she sucked his penis. Her fingers yanked on his balls, squeezing valiantly. He wouldn't come. Oh, no! He wouldn't come in her mouth.
Then she felt a stab of pain between her legs. Her thighs spread out and a finger was deep into her crease, moving the warm juice about. It was nice, so fucking nice that Heidi didn't want to stop.
"Like me fingering your cunt?" Frank said. He was watching the girl flinch under his command. The wet spot grew wider between her legs. He encouraged her to hump her thighs and take his finger deeper.
Frank had been wrong about her virginity. She'd been fucked all right, but she wasn't exactly a professional nympho either. He liked fucking a girl that was young and ripe. He was tired of damaged goods. He could go for some tight pussy for a change. And from the way she humped his hand, the little broad could use some hard dick. Well, he was only too happy to comply!
Pulling on her mound with an ease that exploded along Heidi's pussy, Frank flipped the girl over, popping his cock free.
His massive baton glistened from her wet mouth. It flickered wickedly like a snake. It looked bigger and harder than before. She reached for him, holding the slippery skin with her shaking palm, feeling the blood throbbing through the venous skin. His balls, swollen and tender as plums, swung free, the scrotum full of sperm.
The butterflies tingled in her stomach. Her womb was soft and tender from his Finger fucking. Yet she dreaded his giant prick jamming into his precious hole.
Yet she could do nothing. Frank pulled her terrified body close. His dick lay against her trembling thigh and worked up and down her, caressing the skin until the goose bumps swept across her belly and down to her twat. She was shivering and quaking and filled with passion and fear. He rubbed her twat and the sparks he set off in her clitoris made her jump. She opened her mouth to plead with him so his cock would not hurt her. But Frank was already in motion. He held up her thighs and split her slit until her pink cunt lips looked at him. He jerked his cock free, stared straight into her eyes and pushed into her cunt.
"Ooooo!" she gasped. Her cunt hurt, seared for a moment, then opened. He was strong and incredibly fierce. Adrenalin pumped his muscles full with strength, his insatiable lust guiding his movements. He was an animal. His nose twitched at the ripe smell of her cunt. Juice wetted her and the odors of fear and desire smoldered across the wispy patch of pubic hair.
"Cunt!" he roared. His heat pounded a mile a minute. She wiggled helplessly on the tip of his cock. He was only an inch into her quim.
He bent his head against her nipples and sucked on the ripe berries while feeding dick into her loins. Ohhh! Wonderful!
Heidi twisted away, feeling the surge rising up. Frank pulled her cunt down on his dick, using her butt cheeks as handles. He dug fingernails into her tender flesh and squeezed more dick into her stubborn portal. His curly black chest hair rubbed against her belly. His mouth zinged pleasure into her chest.
Heidi was ecstatic! His weight crushed her, his cock searing a hot trail between her fluttering thighs. She wiggled against his fingers, but without success. He wouldn't let go. He went deeper and deeper and Heidi was screaming. Her mouth was buried in his shoulder and the words were muffled. The bed sagged under the steady pumping of hips. Flesh slapped ferociously against flesh. Frank guided his dick into the wet cunt sleeve, working against the girl's flinching, terrified muscles. He pulled more cunt onto his shaft. Now he was in halfway.
Heidi couldn't refuse him. It was pointless to fight. Her mound opened up, the lips spreading like petals of a tulip. Heidi lifted her hips, rising up off the bed to meet his plunging thrust.
"Feel it!" shouted Frank, grinding downward. He was in his element. He recognized the wretched, ecstatic look on Heidi's face.
Her bloodshot eyes followed the plunge of his cock toward the wet sleeve of her cunt. Her lips quivered slightly. Could it go so deep? Was it possible? She stared down along his fuck tube and then up from his crotch along his sweating, tensed body up to his cruel, thin lips.
"In, baby," he whispered. He wiggled again and she gasped. "Feel it, don't ya? You're wondering how anything so big and hard could get into your cunt." Then he laughed for the first time, a bone rattling laugh, pitched high like a hyena's. "Well, it can. And it will."
And then he was moving forward. His hands cupped her breasts and pushed her to the mattress. Her thighs squeezed tight, but he was in between, spreading her twat open. He fingered her nipples, setting her off like a firecracker and then pushed his inflated cock into her slit in a slow, steady motion.
"Aaaahhhh!" Her hips wagged back and forth and her slit clutched the throbbing hunk of meat as it sluiced into her cunt. Up and up it went, making her gag and scream. Making her want to fuck! Fuck hard!
Heidi with her devilish fantasies, was very much a woman underneath his rutting pole. As their passion became bolder, the urgencies of her body shrieking from every pore, Heidi relaxed. There was nothing to be afraid of. His cock was fantastic! When he reached for her butt, she grasped his hands, pleading, "No! Play with my tits."
Her own voice shocked her. A minute before she had wanted to run. Now she wanted to stay and fuck! "Oh I want you. Deeper! Fuck deeper!"
As if to prove her point, Heidi arched her skinny butt and ground her raised mound against Frank's crotch. Her throat made choking noises as the passion swelled like a flood through her chest. "Ohhhhh so wonderful!"
Frank was panting like a frenzied dog. He had fucked all sorts of broads, but none like Heidi. For her size she was surprisingly tough and receptive, like the Chinese broads he'd banged in Singapore. His cock lined the sweaty cunt channel as tight as a hand in an undersized glove. Every powerful stroke upward made his balls jangle with delight. Her legs splayed out on either side and her hips jackhammered his cock.
"Hmmmm!" she managed to say. Saliva streaked down her cheeks.
Frank realized for the First time that her juice was running everywhere and his balls ached and he was so hard. So goddam hard!
"Come, baby, come," he shouted.
"Yesss!" She humped and heaved and rubbed her cunt and pumped her ass, grinding her mound against his pounding cock. She felt almost nothing at first. And then her belly collapsed down around his prick.
"Frank!" she shouted. "Oh fuck me!"
And he did. He held out until he couldn't stand the pain any longer then, with a roaring of hips, he sank into her cooze and emptied his sperm. It flowed into her, thick and warm. He was all man and all animal and at the wild, frenzied moment when he came, his mind couldn't function. He drained away inside her cunt. A long stream of white come flowed like a river. It never seemed to stop and he didn't want it too.
What a piece of ass, he thought as she fought for one orgasm after another. This is the kind of girl I've been looking for.
Heidi was living a dream. She could barely move her hips to suck in more juice. She closed her eyes and let Frank's body flop around on her, the skin slippery with sweat, their bodies joined by his monster cock. Her head was a magical top, spinning into space. Suddenly, she felt a tugging at her groin, and opening her eyes she saw Frank.
He was holding his drooping cock in his hand like a garter snake. It drooped on both sides of his palm. She watched the knotted end come up to her face, her eyes blinking with disbelief at what he wanted her to do. She was euphoric, her cunt trembled with delight. She looked at his drippy dick and suppressed the revulsion she felt for this man.
"Yes," she whispered, touching the fuck stick that had thrilled her cunt and now lay flopping like a fish. She opened her lips and gobbled the cock down, sucking and licking all the way. The taste was not bad. It was raw and pungent and closing her eyes she didn't think it was all that horrid.
It was good in fact. Sensational!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Caddies, as every serious golfer knows, are decent men on the course who respect the rules of the game. They show courtesy and deference to other players even during tournaments when a single stroke might cost them a thousand-dollar tip.
Above all, caddies are assets to golfers. During a tournament a pro will treat his caddie as a favorite son. In return the caddie plays many roles: confidant, adviser, best friend and whipping boy.
He is there so the pro can play his best and make the most money. That's the bottom line, making the money.
Thrusting a girl into this small, cliquish job was a stroke of genius for Bruce Gillie. The camera men from the local television stations were on the course filming news clips. When word got out that Bruce Gillie had a girl lugging his clubs, it created a sensation. The other golfers acted amused. At least on camera they did. During practice more than one pro grumbled about "that silly cunt ruining the game." But the golfers weren't the only ones with an opinion about Heidi Anderson. Everyone had something to say.
The caddies hated the intrusion of a woman into their ranks. The only jobs that paid big money were the annual tournaments. Then it was do or die and the competition was stiff without opening the ranks for women.
Tournament promoters, however, were delighted with Heidi's appearance as the first woman caddie. She was pretty and vivacious with the crowd and she looked good in front of the cameras. By the second day of the pre-tournament rounds, Heidi was as well known as some of the pros, a raw spot to the egomaniacs who saw themselves as future Arnold Palmers. "Bruce must be hard up," said one young pro, "to bring his pussy along." Several women's groups thought it was an anti-movement stance for Heidi, being a caddie. "Sex object-chauvinism" became the phrase of the day and several small demonstrations were held.
Gillie smiled reflectively to himself, a brief acknowledgement of his good instincts. If nothing else, he knew two things: How to pick women and how to play golf. He might bomb out occasionally as he did with Esther or with the few tournaments when he finished out of the money. But his luck had turned and he was reaping the rewards of success once again.
Heidi was getting used to the gawking crowds. In fact, she was enjoying the attention. Her shyness had kept her on the fringe, out of the limelight all these years. Now, forced into the spotlight, Heidi found the experience exciting. She liked adulation. It was heady stuff.
But the caddies were something else again. She first tried to ignore their surly remarks. But she couldn't.
Why don't they leave me alone, she thought. At the pro shop where they all signed in, one chunky man with half his teeth missing bent over and sneered, "Baby, how about a little pussy for us hometown boys?"
She looked aghast. No one ever talked to her so crudely. At least, not until that wonderful night spent with Frank. Now this lug reminded her how crude and base men could be. She ignored him, but inside she felt hurt. Why did he have to be mean? It wasn't her fault, Heidi told herself. It was just a job.
Once, early in the first practice round, Gillie remarked how upset she looked. Heidi turned and said she felt fine. "Are you sure?" he replied. And then she nodded her head and that was that.
Or it was until an incident happened the night before the first round. The crowds had gone home and the golfers were in the bar, sizing each other up over Scotch and water. Only the caddies were left. Most were changing into street clothes and Heidi was walking back to her room when she made a sidestep and went into the women's wash room to pee. There were three stalls in the little cramped bathroom and two sinks. Heidi took the first stall and plopped down on the seat.
Her pants were wet with perspiration and her legs trembled from the long day's strenuous activities. Why couldn't the caddies treat her right? The tinkle of urine splattered against the walls of the cistern. It coursed from her slit, spraying up against her thighs. As she peed, all the tension and frustrations seemed to go with it. Already Heidi felt better.
The bathroom door opened and a hand jiggled the stall door.
"You in there?" said a man's voice.
"Oh, my God!" gasped Heidi, clutching her thighs together. Her face turned crimson as she tried to stop the torrent of urine voiding from her body. What was this man doing in the bathroom? He's got the wrong restroom, she thought. And then the rough voice chilled her to the bone.
"Come on, sweet thing," the man said. "Open this door and let me see that nice pussy you flaunt all over the course."
The stall had a small metal latch, but it snapped as the door flew back. Heidi stared up at a leering man with crumpled black hair and bloodshot eyes. He smelled of whiskey and manure. His shirt was spattered with mud and his hairy arms were crusted with dirt. He was well over six feet tall and was heavyset. His eyes caught hers, held them in his wild gaze.
The urine trickled from her urethra. Nothing could stop the flow. She squeezed her thighs, trying to stop his eyes from probing her mound, but it was a futile gesture. Heidi was scared beyond words. She was trapped, sitting on the John while this pervert stared at her. She wanted to scream, but her throat was dry and constricted.
Who was he?
The man slumped against the stall wall, his arm drooped over the metal frame. He drooled on his shirt, his hideous filth filling the stall with an evil, earthy smell. His parched lips parted, showing clean, white teeth. "Lookee, baby," he said. "Lookee what I've brought you, Miss Teenage Cunt!"
Heidi's horrified eyes followed his free arm down the front of his chest to his crotch, where his cock rose out obscenely. She gulped, looking at his swollen member. It was big as a banana and it shimmered in the light. Heidi gripped the toilet seat with both hands and tightened up her butt cheeks. The pee continued to flow unabated. It was like a fast river racing into the water. The only sounds were the splashing of toilet water and the grunting animal noises coming from the man.
Heidi knew what he wanted. She was so horrified that such a bestial act could happen at a plush country club, that she wanted to faint.
The man's cock was inches from her mouth. The shaft was unusually thick and hard with a massive, wedge-shaped head. It flickered wickedly before her startled eyes.
"Baby, you got two seconds to suck me," he said. He brought his hand down and a switchblade flashed opened in the light. "Give me good head and I'll let you go."
He means it. I know he does. I have to do this for him otherwise he'll kill me! Her mind was racing and her heart pounded and there was not time to think. She reached for his crotch, fondled his slippery cock and pulled him forward.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he gasped, his hot cock going into her hotter mouth. Man, this broad was right on the edge, he thought. Maybe Ralph wasn't so crazy after all. Certainly the money he was paid to walk in and force this broad into giving him head was all right. He chuckled to himself. She was damn good pussy. His cock shaft itched and he drove into her face, watching the cheeks puff out like a chipmunk's. Damn, she was good!
The bloated cock nearly choked Heidi. She gripped him with her fingers, her eyes watching the stiletto blade bounce against his leg as more cock forced into her mouth. His penis went across her tongue and raked slightly against her teeth. She was really aware of him.
He will kill you if you don't, she thought. In a flood of passion, she lunged her face down on his throbbing cock, giving herself fully so the switchblade would not end up in her belly. Heidi didn't want to die. And sucking the man's cock wasn't that bad. She sucked, using her mouth like a skilled instrument to give the man pleasure.
'That's good sucking!" roared the man, pumping his hips, hungry for the skillful sex she was giving. Her dry mouth was now dripping wet. She covered him with her moist, eager lips. She even dug her fingers down into his crotch and stroked his nuts.
He thrust against her lips. She came up off the seat, falling to her knees. The man nearly burst out laughing. Heidi was so fucking scared, she'd do anything his depraved mind wanted.
"Like sucking cock?" he said, pulling her head back and forth on the shaft. She bobbed against him, eyes closed, cheeks puffing in and out. She knelt before him, the wild heat of her mouth making him explode. Her teeth raked over the puckered cock as her hot spit covered his tool.
Damn, it felt fine! He worked back and forth across her teeth and down along the raspy surface of her tongue, his balls charged with energy. He was hot, really hot!! And the broad was playing with his nuts. Oh goodness, she liked being mouth-fucked. It turned her on.
"Ohhhh!" he groaned, the hot cream easing through his shaft. "Get ready, Miss Sweet Lips."
Heidi's cunt was soaking wet from peeing all over the toilet seat and herself. The vile thrust of cock into her mouth, the wretched sucking of his pulsating dick, exhausted her. She had never felt such violence in her whole life. She had a penis in her mouth and as he was going to come and there was nothing she could not do. Nothing.
Hold on, don't be foolish! she thought. He's got the knife. Be careful.
Heidi wanted to live. She arched her neck and sucked hard, telling herself that things would get better. He would go away and she would call the cops. Or pretend that nothing had happened. Nobody would know. Just herself and this foul smelling, mud-splattered man whose pink-fleshed cock drove into her face like a spike.
"In! Baby! I'm going in!" he shouted, hosing Heidi's face.
Suck him! Make him happy! Do it! Her thoughts went tumbling back as her body churned, the blood surging through her arteries. She didn't believe it, no, it couldn't be true. She squeezed her thighs tightly, the tears trickling down the corners of her face. Heidi sensed he was ready. The tiny black hole had irised, the shaft was hunching, waiting. She felt helpless, the humiliation spreading like a cancer, weakening her muscles. Her stomach growled and then her daydream burst as the howling mad man gripped her by the ears and dragged her lips up and down his pecker.
"Coming! Aaaaiiieee!! Coming!" he roared. His hips came thundering home in a final surge of passion and the huge, strapping cock recoiled like a cannon. Semen surged through his tube, and bloated out her cheeks, then shot out, spurting like a long springy length of elastic.
Heidi closed up too late. Seed dribbled down her cheeks. He rode her tired lips, pushing hot sex into her warm, soft mouth, working her tongue and lips with expertise. His seed drained into her, his rock-hard cock now soft as an �clair.
"Like it baby?" he said. It was astonishing. The girl had to be a hooker or a latent nympho because never had a woman acted so responsive.
Cunts, he thought. They're all the same. He flooded her face, watching her gulp down the cock cream and smiled. They loved to be fucked around, he knew that now. Heidi wiggled like a noodle at his feet, lapping on his cock. Shit, what made a caddie any different? If she had a cunt, then she was a pushover. I bet Gillie has . en sticking it to her, he thought with amusement. Fucking her asshole too. Cunts, they're all the same. Show them a hard cock and they fall head over heels.
Heidi's throat opened and she began milking his cock with her cheeks, drinking down the sperm as it flowed from the end of his spurting dick. She sucked him as if it were a garden hose, taking all his juice into her belly. Heidi was no longer frightened of the knife. The rubbery sweet cream had turned her mind to other things. Violence frightened her, but she did not feel afraid. As long as she sucked and licked him everything would be all right. She squirmed her wet thighs together, cleaning and licking while he watched.
He felt another stirring in his groin. He looked down on her contented face and wanted to pee right in her mouth. It came on so suddenly that he nearly freaked out. The urge was strong, instantaneous and overwhelming. Yet it vanished as quickly as it arrived, like a fog in early morning before it was burned off by the sun. He looked down at his flaccid tool. As Heidi's exhausted face slobbered on his nuts. He promised himself not to forget this girl. Money or not, she knew now to suck cock. Oh, did she ever!
He left as suddenly as he came. Up on his feet, he zipped his fly, smiled and shut the stall door. Heidi listened to his feet going clickity-clack on the tiles, followed quickly by the whooshing noise of the door slowly closing. She was alone again. As if nothing had happened. She rose to her feet and pulled her panties over her wet crotch. Heidi felt silly and foolish at her inability to stop her attacker. He had held a knife to her throat, but deep down, she realized that her attacker didn't need the weapon.
He had stuck his dick in her face and ordered her to suck and she had done it. And what amazed her was she didn't mind. She liked it.
She might even do it again!
CHAPTER NINE
Esther was spending the day getting a suntan. Her flawless skin was covered with cocoa butter which went on thick as butter and stayed thick all day.
Ralph stumbled into the house, shaking and shivering. On the way over from the country club, he had knocked back three shots of hundred-proof vodka and his head was spinning like a top. Now he wished for three more belts to brace him. Gillie had shot two straight rounds of 65, a course record. His name had crept out of the sports section onto the front page. Gillie, along with the punk girlie who carried his clubs, was becoming a local hero. He drew crowds the way Arnie used to back in the early sixties. If anything, the Tucson Open was making Gillie famous again and Esther would be furious. She would have Ralph's ass!
"Ralphie, dear," called Esther from poolside.
Through the sliding glass door he saw her slinky body. She was brown as a berry from the sun. A radio announcer was broadcasting the tournament giving the play by play of the third-round scores. As Ralph crossed the thick carpet out to the pool, the announcer gave Gillie's score.
Ralph groaned. Shit was going to hit the fan.
"Well, well," said Esther, putting down her book.
"Hey, it's not my fault," Ralph protested. "The guys are making life hell for the little squirt. And it ain't working. What am I supposed to do?"
"Why aren't you on the course?" she asked. Both of them knew why, but she wanted to hear him anyway.
"My guy is a duffer," said Ralph. "Didn't make the cut. How was I to know he couldn't play long courses? Last week he made a bundle in San
Diego."
"Well, this isn't last week!" Esther pulled the tortoise shell sun glasses down her nose, casting a hard stare in his direction. Ralph was a moron, but he still provided a useful service. Esther turned her hips, rolling a soft, glistening thigh in Ralph's direction. The polka-dot mini-bikini barely covered her nipples and crotch. Ralph was watching, his tongue hanging half out of his mouth.
"Come here," she said. "I want you to unfasten my top and rub this oil into my skin."
The sun made his booze-soaked brain throb with pain. Sweat dripped down his chest and back. He smelled of cut grass and sweat and old deodorant. Esther, on the other hand, smelled musky from the suntan oil. She was greased like a pig at a hoe-down although the voluptuous curves of breast and hip made her a rare, delicious treat.
"On my back," she said, reaching up between her shoulder blades.
Ralph untied the halter top and let the two strings fall away. The white outline of her tits was visible as he squeezed the thick solution into a puddle on her back and worked the goo into her skin.
"Lower," she said hoarsely.
His fingers gently kneaded her muscles. A sudden sharp thrill of pain rippled along her spine and down her legs. He continued squeezing the lotion onto her squirming body. When his fingers reached her brief bottom, he tugged down on the cloth and said, "This too!"
"Yes," she gasped. "Hurry. I might burn!"
Esther rolled her hips. The bottom came away and she was lying naked on her patio. A high fence surrounded the pool, but that didn't stop the neighbors from looking in from time to time. Ever since one of the boys across the street had discovered her sunbathing in the nude, she was rarely without spectators. She didn't mind their prying eyes. She liked it. In a perverse way, it excited Esther to know that someone was admiring her well-endowed body. Perhaps even lusting for it. Her husband had warned Esther about indecent exposure, but he wasn't around and she would do as she damn well pleased.
"More oil," she croaked, as Ralph coated her buttocks with lotion.
Ralph chuckled just loud enough for Esther to hear. She tensed her butt-cheeks. The grinning moron took forever to catch on. Why did she have such bad taste in men? With her body she could have the world at her feet. Why did she always end up with the Ralph's and the Franks of the world? God, life was cruel!
Ralph finished the cocoa butter. He worked down her thighs and calves, gently massaging her tight muscles before retracing the trail of his fingers. He wanted her nice and soft. The booze had loosened him up, but he wasn't drunk, just horny for that wonderful pussy. He removed his shirt and pulled off his pants.
"What are you doing," demanded Esther. "Hurry up, I'm burning."
She felt his thighs touch her hip. He was warm and tingly. His scent suffused her nostrils. "Hurry, hurry," she murmured, spreading open.
He moved in and touched the inside of her thighs with his cock. "How's that?" he asked, rubbing her skin with his dick, the shaft going back and forth. "Like that, Esther?"
She didn't want to answer. Esther bit her lip, promising not to give in, not to beg for him as she had in the past. He was running his coarse member up and down her thighs and through the curve of her buttocks. She heard Ralph grunting like an animal and she wouldn't turn around because she knew, just knew, he was hunched over her supine body on all fours, teasing her with his cock.
"Spread wider," he grinned. She thought of saying no, but that would only infuriate Ralph. Better to play along. After all, what could he do? She could cry for help if he got cute. Jesus, she was so stupid. Why had she allowed him to take off her swim suit? Well, that was in the past, she couldn't do anything about the swim suit.
'That's the girl," Ralph was saying, sinking his cock through her ass slit and into the tangled thatch of pubic hair. He worked his hips back and forth, his shaft caressing the tight folds of her cunt. He watched the goose bumps appear on her thin shoulders and cascade down her dark tan skin and across her white buttocks. His cock was driving her wild, all right. And Ralph grinned because he had just begun to have fun with Esther.
"You like me," he said, hunching her slit open. "Like me, Esther?"
Like you? I hate you, you drunken slob! I think you're vile, disgusting. You make me puke. And yet it felt so good, so wet and good, for his cock to be rubbing her there. She wanted to squeeze her buns together and hump up and down with Ralph, but she wouldn't. She absolutely refused to let Ralph dominate her. It was dreadful that the man's big, hairy cock was teasing her cunt. She was swamped with self-loathing and yet she was going along, opening her legs and her butt so he could work into her crotch.
"Hmmmm!" she gasped. Sweet waves of passion throbbed deeper and deeper inside her. She felt her eyeballs rolling back in her skull. His fingers caressed her buttocks, pressing the inside, and Esther knew she had to stop him right then. There was no turning back. She balled her fists, and turned towards him, his raspy dick teasing her clitoris and said, "Stop it! Hear me!"
And Ralph just grinned as if his mind were a million miles away. His finger was gopped up with grease and he shoved it between her buttocks, into her wrinkled anus.
Esther gasped. A sharp, stabbing pain shot up her spine. Esther thought it was the man's cock at first. Then she wiggled around and realized his dick was still on her labia and that the terrible pain up her butt was a finger. It was terrible. She didn't know what to do! Her butt flopped around, the finger burning inside like a blowtorch, then she couldn't move.
"Ralph," she groaned. Tears filled her eyes. Her slit throbbed wetly. She spread her legs out and humped the finger darting up her butt. Why didn't he get it over with? Ralph didn't move. Why didn't he use his cock and force her to fuck? Suddenly a thousand stars seemed to explode before her eyes. Ralph was bent close, his tongue stuck in her ear, while he finger fucked her anus. The pain had gone. Now she was burning bright with pleasure. She couldn't stop herself. It felt too good to stop. Oh, she hated herself and yet his finger wouldn't let her go, not even for a second.
"Crawl," he ordered, jabbing her butt. He pushed his finger and watched her lumber across the cement on her belly like an injured tortoise. So this is what Esther was? Well, that was okay. He'd play with her. Ralph grinned, secretly enjoying the trip.
"Stop!" she sobbed. "I don't want to play anymore." Her eyes glistened. The cement rubbed her cunt mound raw. The hard nipples dragged across the rough surface, hurting terribly. Yet he was in her asshole pushing her around, making her squirm like a slave. The bastard! How she hated him. He was an animal turning his perverted lusts on her body. She felt herself losing her mind. The bright sky pin wheeled before her startled eyes. She closed her lids, feeling the warmth rise from the cement. It was a dream, no, a nightmare she found herself in. It was a feeling of pain and humiliation and helplessness. She was spinning now, the finger pulled violently from her butt. It's over, Esther thought. Oh, he's gone. I'll open my eyes and he'll be gone.
But Ralph was not gone. He was between her thighs, rubbing her wet cunt, his cock laying across her enlarged clitoris. She couldn't believe it. God, he wasn't finished and she didn't know what to do and her body tingled unbearably.
"Push your hips up," he ordered, rubbing her clit with the tip of his shaft. "Arch your back."
She did as he asked. Perhaps she deserved as much. Moving her thighs, her cunt lips opened like clam shells. His penis came down on her labia, the head found her wet slot and went in. She clamped down and pushed up against his driving cock.
"Aaaahhhhh!!" Her belly tightened, her back arched. Her hips came high off the cement. A sudden spasm of pain trembled through her loins and down her shaking thighs.
Ralph felt the comfortable sleeve of her cunt grasp his member. "Hmmmmmm!" he groaned. He was in halfway to her belly. Her twat wiggled around his stem. He watched her tits sag down on her chest. Drawing back, he watched her belly rise, her lungs sucking in air.
For an eternity he fucked her twat with slow steady strokes, the rising and falling of her chest synchronized with each thrust. He dragged his dick back and forth like a panting dog. Esther formed a bridge with her legs and shoulders. Her muscles were tight as a bow. The sweat poured along the ridges of twat muscles down to the cement. God, she was strong. Strong as an ox. His cunt was hot, unbelievably hot and wet. He never wanted to pull away from this lovely cooze that surrounded his penis. Never!
"Good?" he panted. "Want more!"
Esther couldn't move. The blood rushed to her head. She felt faint and yet wildly stimulated. It was exquisite, wild fun, but it wouldn't last forever. No, certainly not. Already her knees shivered as her thighs twitched. Her skin was rubbed raw, maybe bleeding. The cocoa butter stung. It was all over her flesh and inside the tender walls of her vagina. It made a sticky, plopping noise as the grease surrounded the pounding cock in her cunt. Then from deep within came the roaring sound that she had waited for. It sounded like waves crashing on the beach or nature's violence thundering home. Her cunt sleeve drew up tight as a knot, jerking and shaking on the plundering cock. She gasped. Her butt quivered.
"Ohhhh, come," she gasped, surrendering to him. Ralph rammed her cunny full of sperm. It spurted from the throbbing end of his penis like thick, gooey cream. He jammed his spurting wand deep into her guts and then grabbed hold of her butt cheeks and rode her like a bucking mare.
"Yaaahhooooo!" he screamed. Her thighs hippity-hopped all over the place, but he would not let go. His dick spurted and his balls banged on her cunt.
Her soft, wet cunt squeezed him forever. It was sensational!
CHAPTER TEN
She lay on the hot cement, listening to his feet padding on the carpet and then the door slamming shut and then silence. Nothing! The sun was broiling hot. Only air conditioning saved the people from sunburn. Only air conditioning and cocoa butter! Esther rolled over, the squish of grease between her ass cheeks the only noise she heard.
Ralph had gone back to the country club. This time he would not fail. Ralph was stupid, but this time she had devised a plan which even he could follow. It was simple and effective. If everything worked right, the high-cresting wave of success that her husband was riding would come crashing down. He would be discredited and ruined, banished from the Tucson Open and perhaps the tour as well.
She pulled the sunglasses down from her head and covered her eyes. Her breasts were getting burnt from the desert heat. She applied a gob of grease to each nipple. Esther would get her revenge. No man, especially not Ralph, would get away treating her like a slut. She jiggled her butt, the sphincter still raw from his jerking finger.
That bastard had pushed her halfway round the pool on her belly. That sleazy slob! Nothing would stop her from getting even. Esther heard movement behind the fence which blocked out the street. Was someone staring at her nude body? If so, it wasn't the first time. She wondered who it was. The next door neighbor? Kids maybe.
A nerve spasmed in her lower back. Chills rippled up her spine. I wonder what they're thinking, she thought. How many are there? How old? How absurd, in this day of liberated sex and permissiveness, that Peeping Toms still existed. It was sad in a way, like children catching polio when free vaccinations were available. Sad, and yet....
Esther rolled on her back, breathing deeply. Her belly shimmered like glass. Her hands trailed down her breasts into the tuft of hair between her thighs. She did not mind. If someone got his rocks jacking off to her, well, that was all right. She smiled at herself. Narcissistic? Yes and no. She was many things, small parts of many different people put together in the form of Esther Gillie, a unique individual. She toyed with her sweltering mound, teasing the coppery colored pubic hair. God, her cunt was hot! Sperm still coated the labia, but she was hot to fuck.
Ralph was good now that she had cured him, but there were better lovers. Men with huge cocks the size of clubs and testicles big as grapefruit. Her fingers ran along her cunt groove, teasing the silky mound. It was warm and moist as fresh bread, sensitive and responsive to the touch. She spread out her thighs and forced a finger though the soft cunt folds. I wonder how my visitor likes that? she thought. Cupping her cunt, the sweaty palm resting on her distended clitoris. Esther stroked. Ohhhh, it was good! Her butt rolled back and forth against the cement. She was sweating, hungry now for more lovemaking. Heaving her hips, she bit down on her lip. Her fingernail made a thin trail through her channel flesh.
Come back Ralph, she groaned. Esther lay there for a long time, fingering her cunt, listening to her heavy breathing, wondering about the Peeping Tom. Would he come over the fence? Did he have the balls to? She lolled back and forth like a broken door hanging on a bent hinge.
Suddenly sparks erupted through her twat. Her belly seized up, she gasped loudly and her thighs snapped down on her hand. "Aaaahhh," she gasped, for it was happening again. She was climaxing. Esther bit down on her lip, feeling the pain and then tasting the warm blood. It was nothing compared to the flash fire between her legs.
It consumed her, shaped her thinking and her actions. She was a prisoner to the finger clicking back and forth between her labia. "Oh, goodness!"' she cried, fearing shame. Yes, shame because masturbation was not natural. She would have to be punished, oh, yes, it was a nasty thing and she had to be taught a lesson.
She was engulfed in fright because it was a finger that excited her vagina and not a man's hard cock. Oh, God, how could she ever stop doing this awful act? It felt so gooood! Her finger swelled, grew hard, then thrust. Her hips came up as the rippling excitement turned into throbbing ecstasy, and she started moaning in a hoarse, deep voice. Her brain was swamped with fear and desire. She was shrill with passion.
Ralph, where was Ralph?
She was coming close, getting there, hurry! Ahhh!! Her twat snapped shut and her belly shook and she came against her finger. "Aaaaiiieee!" It was good, so fucking good. Her cunt felt sensational. It was better than any man. Her finger nail was hard against her flesh, digging into her nerves, a direct stimulating charge.
Esther flopped down exhausted for the second time. She gasped for air, her brow beading with sweat. She dragged herself up, turning to look one last time at the fence. Why not call out and scare the bastard?
It was an idea, but she was too tired from fingering herself. Esther had more urgent things to worry about. Rising on wobbly legs she walked naked into the house, grasping for the phone. It was dark and cool inside. She dialed the number quickly.
After several long rings, he answered.
"Who's this?" the voice snarled.
"Who do you think," Esther said.
"No fucking games, my head hurts. Give me a name or get off the fucking phone."
"Frank, darling, it's Esther."
A long pause. "What can I do for you?"
What could he do. She nearly laughed through the receiver. My God, he could do everything with that horrible length of fire hose nature had endowed him with. Her pussy was tingling already. She wanted him, need him desperately.
"I want you to pay a visit?"
"Can't do it," replied Frank. "I'm on duty. There's a golf tournament on or have you forgot?"
"FRANK!" she screamed. "Who's paying you a grand a month? A grand and you're bitching about money. After..."
"All right," he said. "Don't blow your stack. It'll be half an hour."
'Thank you, Frank," she said. She didn't want to beg, though she would beg and do a whole lot more to get that giant Italian to her house. Esther had big plans for him. The final round of the Tucson Open was being played the next day and she still had a few wild cards to play. Esther smiled openly. It wasn't all she had planned, either. Frank was a bastard too, she thought.
Frank was still wearing his chauffeur uniform when he knocked on the door an hour later. His ass was in a sling if the manager caught him skipping out on the job. What the hell did Esther want? The teenage cunt who caddied for her old man was not going to go into hysterics because someone had gotten into her pants. He told her the plan was stupid, that teenagers didn't have the hang-ups of their elders. Heidi was a nice piece of ass and just because her pussy was new to fucking didn't mean she was prudish. "Esther?"
The door opened up and Esther stood before him naked her eyes all liquid fire. "Come on in," she said in a husky voice.
Frank couldn't say anything. He stared at Esther form top to bottom. She was more beautiful than he had remembered. And stark naked!
"You bet."
Inside the drapes were pulled wide open and light flooded in from the patio. Esther glided past Frank, her rounded buttocks moving like ball bearings. The light reflected off her gleaming skin.
"What's that all over you?", he asked. "Sun oil and vaseline."
"What for?" Esther liked to sunbathe nude, which was kind of trippy and explained the oil. But vaseline? And all over her skin?
"You just going to stand there?" purred Esther.
He got the hint. Off came the bow tie, the cap, then the jacket, trousers and white shirt. Esther was watching as he rolled off his boxer shorts and she groaned as his cock snapped to attention.
Frank was grinning to himself. So what if the chick was kinky. Let her put vaseline or whatever else on. She had one hell of a nice cunt and as long as she didn't ruin that piece of merchandise, it was okay.
"Come over here by the window," she said.
"Anything, baby," he answered. Frank broke out laughing. "Man, you really glisten. That oil must be an inch thick."
"Ohh," she said coyly. "Why don't you rub against me and find out."
Frank put his arms around her and pressed her tits against his chest. She was sensuous and compliant and his hands worked quickly up and down her skin. Her breasts stuck into his hairy chest, the diamond-hard nipples indenting the skin. She eeled in his grasp. She worked her hot, greasy twat around his cock, writhing her thighs until his balls ached.
She's acting strange as hell, he thought. It was sensuous, almost too much so. Esther loved playing hard to get and more often than not he had to throw her onto the bed and force his cock into her cunt.
Now she was all over him. Warm from the sun and sexy from the sun oils and vaseline, she begged for sex. It was pulsating from her breasts and dripping from her mound. Yet there was the cold-hearted stare that put him off. Those cat eyes that stared back at him were big, exotic, and cold. They didn't go with the rest of her. But he was so fucking hard and her cunt was so hot, it didn't matter.
"Baby, you're something else," he murmured. Frank reached between her thighs and grabbed her cunt. The soft pubic hair pressed against his palm as he pushed a finger into her channel. Her twat was a furnace. She seeped juice all over his fingers.
His balls were throbbing. He pulled on her ass cheeks and lifted her cunt up so his penis entered her. "Ohhh!" he groaned, sliding her wet sweltering cunt sleeve down onto his cock. His thighs were arched and shaking. He felt her buttocks tighten then go soft in his powerful grip. He had penetrated fully and her mound was rubbing against his pubic hair.
"No, not here," she said, bending to his neck and licking the inside of Frank's ear. "Please, I'll show you something different."
Suddenly, with a quick arch of her back, her cunt slid off his cock and she fell from his grasp. Frank was shaking, his balls on fire.
Esther motioned toward the bedroom with a finger. Frank watched the movement of her ass, wondering if he should ass fuck her, deciding that her cunt was much softer and warmer for now. He followed obediently.
"Now," explained Esther, her heart pounding, "get on the bed on all fours. That's right, like a horse."
Frank didn't understand. Perhaps she was going to crawl underneath and suck his dick. His blood raced at the thought. Her mouth was as warm and exciting as her twat.
Esther waited for Frank, then moved behind him. She started stroking the soles of his feet, gradually working up along his calves and thighs. She was sweating now, barely able to contain her excitement. It was wrong, she knew that. But so what? Her husband had told her as much and that bastard would pay. They would all pay for what they had done to Esther.
"Come on, baby," said Frank. "I want to fuck you so bad it hurts."
Esther continued her upward massage until her fingers cupped his penis. His hard dick began flinching in her hand. He moved his thighs, his belly flexing while she stroked his cock.
She rose up against the hard muscles of his legs, working his erection with her left hand. Her nipples pressed against his buttocks as she rocked back and forth.
"Hey, that's all right," Frank said. Her fingers did a fantastic job on his cock. He was waiting for her to slide between his legs and suck his dick. The bed springs squeaked, an irritating noise. Why didn't she get a waterbed for Christ's sake? He didn't understand women. And this one was crazier than the rest. She was collapsed against his back, her fingers zinging pleasure to his cock and he couldn't figure out when she was coming through.
And then it dawned on Frank that she wasn't going to. Esther had some other reason for coaxing him on the bed, getting him to stand on all fours. Fear seized him. She was stroking his cock with one hand. But what about the other? What was Esther going to do to him? And her breasts, he couldn't feel them any more! His mind exploded as fear throbbed through every muscle. The coaxing hand was only a diversion. It stroked him and kept him content. He wouldn't look behind and see what Esther was doing.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, lunging forward and twisting away from the hand he KNEW would be there.
"Bastard!" screamed Esther. Her voice had lost the husky, sexy tone. It grated painfully. Her eyes were enormous, the pupils dilated so almost no color showed through the iris. Her nostrils flared. Her lungs heaved releasing the terrible tension that she had so successfully concealed.
Frank was so stunned that he could not move. He watched the evil woman screaming on, ranting like a crazy hophead. The hand that had clutched his shaft was still stretched forward on the bed. The other hand held what looked like a policeman's billy club.
"What's that for?" he asked stupidly. Why did she have a billy club? To knock him out? What for? She had all the money and it was her idea to have some sexy fun. So why the club?
His puzzled eyes stared at her, bewildered that any woman would want to split his head open. And then he saw the twin wires trailing from the handle of the billy club and realized it was not a billy club at all.
"Holy shit!" He whisked the device from her hand. The shaft was about a foot long and was chrome plated, with two prongs sticking out the end. The handle was rubber to guard against the electricity which came through the wires and sparked the chrome shaft. He flicked the button on the handle and touched the two prongs against his leg.
"Yaaa!!" he screamed as the electricity shot through his muscle. He held the device up, his slow-working mind not grasping the function of the tool until a sharp pain shot through his asshole. He looked at Esther, her face pulled into a sneer, and then he knew. His hands shook, and then his arms and legs, and Frank thought he was going to puke. He clenched his buttocks together, realizing how close he had come to having the device shoved up his asshole!
"You were going to use this?" he said.
"Yes!" she shot back. So close, she thought, so close, then this. If only she had used the dildo sooner, Frank Anselmo would be flopping around the bed wearing the artificial cock in his asshole instead of holding it in his hand. Damn, she thought, pressing her nails into her palms. The bastard. Nothing worked right.
"Why me?"
"Because you fucked up my plan!" she said, the anger clouding her voice, making it shrill. "My husband is going to finish first in this goddamn tournament and it's your fault."
Frank held up the dildo. "And this is what you give me, because your husband is a good golfer." He moved across the bed, grasping her arm. "Because you're a stupid cunt that doesn't know which end to pee out of." Her breasts gleamed like pearls in the sliver of light breaking through the blinds. Her nipples stood out, rigid with excitement. He watched her breasts bloat, then rise up, stimulated. Goosebumps popped out across her chest and moved in waves down across her belly. Sweat seeped through the grease.
Esther shivered with fear. It excited Esther and it excited Frank, who brought the dildo down against her tender nipples and flicked the switch.
"Yaaaaaa!" she shrieked. Her body jumped like the end of a bullwhip. Her carmine-colored teats snapped like rubber bands. Frank almost let her go. The device had incredible power. His leg still hurt from the jolt he'd inflicted. He could only imagine the pain in her breast.
Esther's sneer had dissolved into a mask of pain. Tears dripped from her eyes, her lips were trembling, her teeth chattering. The smooth skin was greased thick, shimmering in the bright light. Why the grease? Frank thought, bringing the dildo down to her legs.
"Open," he said.
"Oh, no," she cried, but opened up her thighs as he instructed. The thick smell of her pussy rose to her nostrils. She was scared witless. Her butt cheeks shook against the covers. Frank held her arm in a vise-like grip. There was not a trace of compassion in his dark, flashing eyes. He held the dildo up like a dagger ready to stab her cunt. It was terrible. She twisted against him, shaking her head in disbelief.
"This is what you want?" he said. "The grease, the anger is all a front. You really want to be fucked, and with this thing."
"Let me go," she cried. "Don't you dare touch me with that!"
Frank didn't listen. He knew women like the back of his hand. Esther had bought the dildo and then was too chicken to try it out, which is why she made the phone call to him.
The whole world revolved around the chrome-plated baton with the electric wires streaming out the end.
"Ready, baby?" he asked.
Her eyes glowed as he spread open her hole. The greasy slit that opened into the pink flesh of her cunt sleeve throbbed unbearably. As his fingers came down, massaging her labia, Esther groaned. She had been a fool to call Frank. He was a son-of-a-bitch, a con man. She deserved whatever he dished out. She lolled her head back and forth, the humiliation welling up in her ready to overflow.
He's playing with your cunt like it was a toy. Don't let him, fight the bastard! But her strength had drained through her muscles and out the slit between her legs. She had nothing left. As Frank lifted the dildo, she looked up and a deep sob racked her breasts. "Oh, no," she cried as the baton was fed into her cunt. "Oh, God no!"
He worked the dildo like a cock. Her cunt was like an enormous room taking it in deeper. He released her thighs and watched the agile woman squirm under his prodding. Fantastic! He grabbed his cock and jerked the knotty end until the skin was taut, his balls ready.
"Lookee there," he said. Esther was squirming all over the bed, swishing her greasy legs into the sheets. Her butt rose up and down slowly, humping the dildo that filled her liquid cunt.
Frank was excited. His balls were on fire. He wanted to drag his balls along her greasy belly and feed his cock into her mouth. Better not. She might bite my dick off.
For several minutes, their bodies rocked together in harmony. His hand was jiving her cunt and for a moment she felt the pronged dildo at the opening of her asshole. Then the sensation went away and she realized it was only a trick. Urgently, she rolled her squirming cunt, pleading now for him to start the punishment.
"Do it," she cried. The dildo was a toy given to her by Gillie on their wedding night. She didn't know he was a pervert and when he flashed the wicked looking tool from under the pillow she didn't know what to do. It was the same way now. All those years, the artificial cock had been in a case in her dresser. She had been afraid to use it. Now Frank would do it for her. She would forgive his vile manners and the crude ways he pinched her tits and sucked on her twat. Forgive him, just as she forgave Ralph after his degrading practices-after she had orgasmed half a dozen times at pool side! She would forgive anyone, providing they would give her the satisfaction her body craved.
"Hurry! Turn it on!" she shouted.
Frank laughed. He jived her cunt and said, "I think it's busted. Nothing works!"
Hysterical, fraught with grief, she squirmed down around the handle, humping frantically. It was good, she could feel the metal against her cunt flesh, being driven in and out of her hole.
He's lying, I know he's lying to me. She rolled on her belly, the wires trailing away underneath. She pumped defiantly against the squeaking mattress, pounding her fists into the rumpled bedding. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!!" she screamed like a spoiled child. She wanted the fuck stick exploding in her cunt. All these years she had waited and it wasn't fair that the goddam thing didn't work. She knew Frank was lying. She felt vacant, empty, void of life. She was dead. Esther began to cry because she had died and now it didn't matter because life had finally paid one last cruelty. A fucking dildo that didn't work. Her slit was raw from the shaft. The grease no longer made a plopping sound when the dick went in and out. She was going to laugh, but couldn't because Frank flicked the switch and her body was filled with electricity as the cock exploded. "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!"
The electricity crackled. Her hips left the bed, twisted, and came down with a shudder. Her body moved like liquid fire, a wild explosion of noise and smell and hot sex.
Frank grabbed the hard stem of his cock and pounded the wrinkled foreskin with violent jerks of his hands. The semen surged, filled his cock, then erupted. "Aaaahhhh!!" he groaned. A long stream of sperm shot from his dick. It splattered against Esther's thighs. What a come! His strength drained away into nothing. He worked his dick up along her butt and stomach, spurting a long spindle of juice across her breast and onto her face. He made a spider web design crisscrossing her pouting lips and puffing cheeks. "Gooood!" he groaned.
Frank flicked the electricity off and the dildo went dead in Esther's cunt. They both fell back into the sheets, now slick with grease and sweat.
Esther was making moaning noises, her body a continuous ribbon of shaking and quivering motion. Her climax had come from the depths of her womb, from the middle of her gut. Her shaking fingers came down on the rubber-handled dildo. She rolled onto one hip, the artificial cock wedged into her slit like an ax into a tree trunk. Esther buried her face in his chest.
"You're one hell of a cunt," Frank said.
"Don't call me that," Esther begged. "It's degrading. I feel cheap when you call me that."
"Well, we wouldn't want that," said Frank, reaching across for the rubber handle. Esther moaned, but didn't stop his hand. 'This electric cock is something else," he said, working up the juice between her legs. "I've never seen you fuck so hard."
"You don't know, Frank," she blubbered. "It hurts and then it's okay. I can feel it everywhere. The electricity runs up and down my spine, like my whole body was...."
"A cunt," said Frank. "Your body becomes a cunt. Because you're a cunt, isn't that so?"
She was crying softly against his shoulder. "You're cruel." And she was right. Frank was a cruel man and as his eyes roamed, following the curves and hollows of her loins, he knew his cruelty was the one reason Esther put up with him. Besides, his dick was getting hard again. Her cunt was soft under the sliding dildo and he was ready to ignite her once again.
'Turn over on your stomach," he ordered.
"No, please. I like it this way," she said. Her thighs formed a wide V as she arched her back. Esther imagined she was in the arms of the most beautiful man in the world and his dick was implanted in the soft mound between her legs. She didn't want to move.
"I said turn around."
Esther's eyes snapped open, wide with fright. "Oh, no, not that!"
"I'm going to fuck your asshole!" he laughed. He flicked on the switch and watched the shock etched across Esther's face turn to slow, agonizing pleasure.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Heidi was too excited to sleep. In a few short hours, the final round of the Tucson Open would begin and Gillie was nine strokes ahead of the pack. Thirty thousand dollars first prize, with about a thousand of that going into her pocket. It was more money than she made in four months at the pro shop. And this could be just the beginning. Just the beginning!
But Heidi had one failure. She had put it out of her mind during the tournament, but at night when there was nothing to do, it nagged at her like an aching tooth. Even Frank, whose big cock had made her cunt vibrate like a tuning fork, could not shake her lust.
Because Heidi was madly in love with Bruce Gillie. She had been attracted to Gillie from the moment she had laid eyes on him at the pro shop. And Heidi told herself a thousand times that loving Bruce Gillie, a man twice her age, was foolhardy, but it did no good. She could not twist her emotions to fit standards set down by society. Heidi wanted Gillie and that was that.
But Gillie did not return her love. His room was cluttered with airline stewardesses and coffee shop girls and cocktail waitresses--any girl who looked good and didn't mind a fling in the hay. Tomorrow the tournament would be over and this was the last night for them in this motel. Heidi was not experienced like the other girls who queued up at Gillie's bedroom door, but then seventeen-year-olds had something to offer men other than experience. She had learned that lesson from Frank Anselmo, the burly chauffeur who had done flip-flops over her cunt. She wasn't ugly and her body was thin, but attractive, as several caddies had so crudely mentioned. A knot formed at the pit of her stomach. Tension ran down the insides of her thighs to the ends of her toes. She balled her fists and bounced up and down on the bed. Her plan could easily backfire. She might not only loose Gillie but her job as well. She weighed the pros and cons, this night before the final round. And after several minutes she rose, her heart pounding with excitement, and scurried to the closet to find the peignoir her mother had given her for Christmas.
It was beautiful, short and revealing. The sheer nylon revealed the curve of her breasts and the dark nipples and her small triangle of pubic hair. After modeling the garment, Heidi held a drinking glass to the wall and listened. Nothing. The girl who had been with Gillie that evening was gone. Heidi had heard her leave and now only Gillie's deep, sonorous snores were audible. She jumped up and down on the balls of her feet, so excited that she wanted to explode. Quietly, she opened the sliding glass door and slipped out to the patio.
Gillie was deep in a dream. The Avis girl at the airport was hunched over her desk, examining his cock. "Hmmmmf" she cooed, squirming in her seat. She had blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a wide smile that showed pearly white teeth. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her blouse. "If you want it, baby," he was telling her, "it can be arranged." She came around the counter and led him to a back room. Quickly she stripped from her uniform. Her breasts were exquisite, bobbing like water balloons. She got down on her knees and scurried across the few yards of linoleum that separated her wet lips from the end of his cock. Her fingers toyed with the wrinkled end, then she brought her mouth down, sucking the shaft.
"Like it," he said, holding her ears while feeding her full of dick. Her mouth was wonderfully hot and wet surrounding his shaft. She wanted only to suck his cock. It was a fixation with her, or so she thought until the flesh of hot pain exploded against her buttocks. She pulled her face back, his sperm leaking from her lips. She stared into his flashing eyes and then saw the flagellum grasped in his hands, the leather strips trailing down from the handle. A welt rose on her buttocks. She looked up horrified, saying, "How did you know?" And he smiled cruelly. "It shows baby, this is what you like. I can tell. "
The girl disappeared in an orgy of sucking and ' licking and whipping. His cock felt surrounded by wetness and warmth. He rolled to one side and the pleasure went with him. It was a good wet dream, one he would remember in the morning when he went out to the course at noon and walked through the last round of the Open. His balls strained, the wetness now covering his testicles. It was not the Avis girl, hut another equally pretty chick. He could see her face; young, fresh-looking, a kid maybe. As his dick went slack and the sperm streamed through his cock into the wetness that surrounded him, the girl's features became vivid. She was a teenager and over her shoulder were his golf clubs. She wore a T-shirt with his name written across the front and when he was up close he could see the dark ends of nipples sticking through the material. Heidi! My God, it was his caddie and she was sucking his balls, her greedy lips encircling him, her fingers tugging on his nuts. Heidi!
Gillie woke up in a cold sweat. The sheets were wet around his crotch. He had come in his dream, and sperm was everywhere, like a spilled bottle of rubber cement. He laughed and squeezed his thighs together. And then he realized that he was not alone. A hump rose from the bedding and he screamed in terror, pulling back the sheets and looking at the body crawling up in his lap. She wore a peignoir and his cock, limp from ejaculation, was in her wet hand. Panic seized him. He recognized the blonde hair immediately and when she turned her face, sticky with his sperm, he groaned.
"Heidi!"
She ran her fingers up and down his cock stem, jerking his balls.
"God, this has to be a nightmare," he said, resting his forehead in his hand. "I don't believe this happened."
Then Heidi flicked on the light and he turned to stare at the naked reality. She grinned, making deep sucking noises in her throat. The anger welled up inside him as the teenager grinned at him.
"What the hell is this?" he said. The stupid cunt! Didn't she have any sense? Didn't she realize that if she were found in his room, if even the slightest breath of scandal could be substantiated, his career was ruined?
"You're fired," he said curtly. "Get out of my room."
"All right," she said meekly. She reached for the phone and before his horrified eyes picked up the receiver. "I'll call the desk."
"No!"
Heidi smiled. His sperm tasted good going down her throat. She wiped her lips and lay down into his crotch, holding his exhausted cock with her fingers. She played with his sagging scrotum.
The blood pumped furiously through his hairy crotch as she kissed one testicle and then the other. He groaned as Heidi played with him, shudders of delight coursing through his loins.
"Did you like me?" she asked. Her fingers were sticky and she wiped them on the peignoir.
What could he say? Yeah, she was great as a wet dream, but now that he was fully awake she looked twenty years of prison staring him in the face. Seventeen will get you twenty? Wasn't that the expression? His golf career was out the window if this broad said one word. And the real clincher was it was not his fault. He felt terrible, as if he had missed the winning putt at the Master's.
It was the end of the road. Maybe he should end it in style. Go out and blow his brains out. He was despondent and angry. A nightmare had come to life. His blood was boiling hot. Looking at Heidi's contented face, he realized she had been a big mistake. The publicity was fine, but his game was back in top form, and that would generate plenty of publicity. Nothing worked better than winning tournaments.
"Something bothering you, boss?" Heidi asked.
She turned her hips, exposing the furry triangle between her legs. Her nipples stuck out at Gillie's eyes. They were bloated nipples, eager to be sucked and licked. She reminded him of Esther, his wife. Physically they were not alike, but there was something about the eyes. A glinting of wildness, a willing eagerness to try, to experiment. Marriage had been pure hell with Esther. She had been trying to ruin him ever since the wedding night when he pulled out the dildo as a joke and she went crazy with fear. Heidi was a chippie, half Esther's build and ten years younger and yet he saw the resemblance. And suddenly he was hot, very hot!
"Stroke me," he ordered.
Heidi looked puzzled. His cock was limp in her palm. Cupping his organ with the same care she would give a wounded sparrow, she stroked the foreskin with two fingers.
"Look, I promise not to tell," she said.
He laughed. "That's some consolation. Ruin my whole life, maybe get me sent up the river for twenty years, and you promise not to tell."
Heidi frowned. "I was only kidding about leaving. I would have hung up the phone if somebody had answered." .
Oddly enough, he believed her. It didn't deter him from his plan. Already his glands were excited. He hadn't felt so stimulated in years. But he had a hunch Heidi was joking. But he wasn't, not when his cock was flickering with life. He straightened up and spread his legs in a V shape. His cock flexed in her hand, making her gasp. "You're getting hard!" She held him awkwardly
Tin both hands and attempted to jerk him off.
"No," he said, "not that way. Use your mouth." The girl didn't know the first thing about pleasing a man, but once taught she would be a killer. As her lips took him into her sticky, hot wetness, he felt the tension unknot in his belly. Her nylon peignoir tickled his belly as she slid down his crotch. Her buns pushed back rudely in his face as she sixty-nined his dick.
He ran his fingers through her crotch, opening the lips of her pussy. He flicked across the hiding place of her clit under the folds of skin around her pussy lips. She rose magically, a spasm of pleasure shafting her crotch. Her juice leaked free of her parted slit and wetted the heaving muscles of his gut. He continued teasing the clitoris like a toggle switch and then dipped his head into her V and licked her cunt with his tongue.
Her juice was sweet and her pussy smelled raw and musky like mink oil.
Heidi was ecstatic. Her open cunt moved around and around and up and down and around and around on top of his face, which excited her clitoris. His lips and tongue and scraggly beard were brushing her labia and exciting her clitoris. Oh, this was good, oh this was fantastic! His other hand hovered over her butt and she felt a looseness between her legs and for a moment it seemed he would go deep inside her asshole and fuck her that way. But he didn't. His lips came down sucking and blowing while his tongue lapped at her vagina. She was closing up, excited, hot, begging to fuck. She couldn't pull her mouth from his cock. He was so hard and firm and his nuts were so big and exciting. She didn't know what to do except keep sucking.
"Thatta girl," Gillie encouraged, lifting his face from her moist twat. She was warm and sweet as cherry pie. He licked his lips, jostling her eager mouth with hip movements that sent his cock charging to the roof of her mouth. This broad would do anything he wanted. But did he dare?
It was stupid not to. Right now her lips stroking his cock meant a jail sentence if caught. What more could they do to him? Besides, this smarmy teenage bitch was going to feel every ounce of his savage lust. Feel it in a jolting, shocking way.
"You want to fuck me, don't you," he said, waiting for her head to nod before saying, "but your bladder feels like it's going to burst."
She looked up. He was right, she did have to pee. "How did you know?"
"Natural reaction. Sex brings on stress which hits the bladder first," he said. He rose from the bed, holding her by the butt while her legs clung to his waist. "You'll feel better afterwards," he said, marching to the John.
There was a sudden flash of light which snapped Gillie's head around. Heidi couldn't see, but she heard Gillie groan.
"That's the ball game," he said.
In a second, before Heidi could ask why, her naked body was plopped down on the toilet seat with her legs spread apart. It was a silly sensation that tingled in her abdomen. Her breath came deeper and deeper. Why was Gillie rushing her to the bathroom like a little child and then standing over her?
Gillie was panting like a mad man; his dick protruded in her face, the silky white end hard as a steel stake. He waited impatiently for her to urinate. She looked down the long cock stem which was laced with veins and covered by a thick furry coat at the base. His nuts hung like a coin sack between his thighs, the wrinkled skin constricting with the movement of his testicles.
Was there something she did not know about? Heidi meant to ask, but then she squirmed on the toilet seat and the urine trickled from her urethra into the cistern. She felt a thankful release of tension. It tingled from the back of her spine and vented out her crotch. She felt very sexy pissing in front of Gillie.
His eyes stared at her crack, watching the pee splash into the cistern. He was like a father toilet training his daughter. "That's a good girl," he said approvingly.
She started to blush as her buttocks squirmed on the wet seat and pee dribbled through her pubic hair.
Later, she would think back on this moment and a light would flash in her memory. She knew what followed, but whether she expected it or wanted it was another matter. Heidi raised her head from staring at her crotch. Heidi saw the long cock had drooped and now he held it close to her face. She felt small and ashamed of herself. A racking sob clogged her throat. When he wiggled his cock, she didn't know what to say. But she knew. There could be no other meaning to Gillie's insistence on rushing her to the bathroom. It was all for this minute.
"Can I?" he asked.
She looked up into his eyes and at the fiendish smile splitting his lips. There was no way to stop him and at this point, Heidi wasn't sure if she wanted to. She felt a swelling in her breasts, a hot, burning sensation in her cortch. She nodded.
"Look at me," he said sternly.
Heidi did as she was told.
"Open your mouth.
She gasped loudly. Gillie was so crazy he might do that to her. Heidi was about to protest when her mouth dropped in surprise and his garden hose cock shot piss out the end, dowsing her everywhere. She sank down against the seat, the yellow stream smashing what dignity the child had left. Gillie worked his cock up and down, back and forth across her body, his bladder spilling out a strong surge of piss until she was covered and his sparkling yellow water danced over her tongue and teeth.
Heidi was so embarrassed she wanted to cry. Instead, she laughed! It was so unbelievable!
She watched his hose drain away to a few droplets and then he was empty, his penis dripping now like a wrung-out rag.
He felt no shame at his deed and no remorse. A great relief swept through his mind, a feeling of satisfaction that had eluded him for all these years.
"Thank you," he said simply.
He walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling. He was fully confident of shooting a fantastic score tomorrow.
The toilet flushed. The sound was followed by the padding of feet across the floor and then
Heidi's body flopping on the bed. He had not heard the shower running, but she was dripping with hot steam and carried a fat towel. "I love you," she said.
He chuckled to himself. Heidi wasn't a bad piece of ass after all. His thoughts darkened, however, when he remembered the flash of light at the window. That problem had to be taken care of. Suddenly he wanted very much to continue playing golf. He was well and at the top of his form and he didn't want to ruin his career because of that one moment. He rose from the bed and started dressing.
"Where are you going?" Heidi asked.
"Out," he answered. "I'm getting the photographer."
"What?" Then she remembered the flash of light at the door from the patio. A strobe light for a camera, she thought. Of course!
"You know who it is?" she said.
"No," he answered flatly. "But I've got a good idea who hired him." He put on a polo shirt and a thin windbreaker and stormed out of the motel room.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Frank and Esther frolicked in the swimming pool like children as Bruce Gillie's rented car roared down the freeway.
Frank lay back in the pool, floating with his legs spread wide, his eyes fixed on the twinkling stars above. He could see the Big Dipper clearly. The constellations were so bright he could almost reach out and touch them. He felt a swish of water, and Esther's face rose magically up from his crotch.
The pool water washed softly against his thighs, making him think of the Pacific Ocean and a girl he had met in the Mexican resort, Puerto Vallarta. She was a native girl, brown from the sun with big liquid eyes and the wild abandon of a primitive native. They had walked together on the wet sand, the roar of the surf pounding in their ears, and when he could withstand temptation no longer and pulled her to the warm sand to enter her cunt, she did not resist. Her hips squirmed underneath him as he lifted up the flimsy dress and penetrated her slit. She was beautiful; sexy like a dream come true. Now as he looked away from the stars and down his legs at Esther's smiling face, he had another dream that was about to come true.
"What are you thinking about?" said Esther.
Her breasts floated, the nipples bobbing against his skin. Her hands found his cock and coaxed him into erection. He lay back, watching the stars while waiting for her lips to come over the bullet-shaped tip of his prick.
"You ever figure out who the peeping Tom was?" he asked. Esther had told him everything after he had dildoed her cunt. She had babbled on about Gillie and herself until she ran out of words.
"He's imaginary," she said.
"Think so?" Frank said, looking over the fence. There were cracks between the fence slats. Anyone could look in easily. He heard the crackle of dry wood outside the fence. Was someone out there? He lay back. To hell with speculations.
"You worried?" she asked.
He pushed her head down into his crotch. "Not anymore."
They floated around the pool. Esther hugging his crotch. Her slippery smooth lips sucked on the bulbous end, sending jolts of passion shooting back through his spine.
She sucked with a special nervous energy. Her twat still tingled from the dildo that had ferociously attacked her cunt. She had been utterly exhausted from that vile thing. It seemed to draw every atom of energy from her body and drain it out her cunt. She had lain on the bed exhausted, too weak to protest. Frank had threatened to use the dildo on her asshole, but when she refused to fight, he lost interest.
The dildo made her think of Gillie. The thought of her husband and memories of those good days before their marriage made her skin prickle. He didn't seem like such a bad guy anymore. Esther had blamed him for the separation, but after today and what Frank had done to her body, she didn't blame her husband. She really had acted like a bitch at home. Maybe she .had it coming to her.
"Let's get out of the pool," said Frank. "My skin is shriveling up."
"Okay," Esther said.
They swam to the shallow end and climbed up the steps. The water shimmered on their backs, the two naked bodies reflecting the eerie glow of the moonlight.
At the fence Gillie waited, his pulse throbbing. He recognized Frank as the muscle-bound chauffeur that had driven him to the country club. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his balled fists until the anger subsided. He regretted not bringing his gun. He was no match for Frank unless he had a gun to even out the odds. His hands were shaking with fright. The impossible was happening. His wife was making his jealous.
He hated the freeloading bitch. Or did until he saw her swimming nude in the swimming pool. Now he wasn't sure. She was a great piece of ass, a wonderful woman that any man would have been proud of. And deep down, he still loved her.
When they had entered the house, Gillie crept back to his car, parked halfway down the block. He took a tire iron from the back seat. When he got back, the house lights were on, the drapes were pulled. He went to the side of the house and put his ear next to the bedroom window. Nothing!
Gillie was sweating. That meant his wife was in the living room. A shiver of anger shot down his spine. The living room had been their special place. He had loved sticking his dick into her cooze and rolling around on the floor, her loins hugging his cock, her tits buried into his chest. How the hell could he get into the house? Frank was one big son-of-a-bitch Gillie didn't want to tangle with. He felt shaky, even armed with the tire iron.
Gillie crept along the row of bushes that led back to the fence surrounding the swimming pool. No one at poolside. From the sliding glass doors came the high pitched voice of his wife. The stereo was playing in the background, drowning out their words. If he could get over the fence without them seeing, he could run to the sliding glass door and make a surprise attack. The doors were never locked. The question was timing. If they saw him approaching, Frank would give him more trouble than he could handle. His timing had to be perfect. Gillie didn't know Frank personally, but he was a big Italian kid, and those bastards moved like greased lightning.
He slouched down against the fence. The moonlight was bright enough to read a book by. The neighbors would see him soon and call the cops and that was trouble he could do without. The music died down inside and he heard his wife say, "Go ahead, use it. I'm a slut, a no-good bitch. You know what I want, do it!"
Esther was acting like a little girl who had been bad and was ready for her spanking. Gillie was sweating again, this time with excitement making him tremble all over. That wasn't the Esther he knew. "Jesus," he whispered under his breath. And then he knew that he had to get inside the house. He was exhilarated. Damn, he had to get inside and soon! There was no choice really. A car drove down the road, the headlights illuminating the fence. He ducked down until it passed and then made his move.
He cleared the fence and landed silently on the patio. The voices were louder and his wife giggled again. Gillie gripped the tire iron. His jaw tightened in determination. He crept toward the wall and pressed his back against the brick siding. The sliding glass door was cracked open and the drapes rippled from the slight breeze. He crooked his head.
Esther sat on the carpet, her hands crossed over her breasts. She was looking towards the pool but away from Gillie. Her hair and skin were wet and at her feet was a rumpled towel and a bottle of hand lotion. Gillie counted the number of steps it would take to burst into the house. Three to his wife, he thought. But where was Frank? He leaned back on the wall. The stereo was off. Maybe he was in the corner changing records. Why was Esther looking toward the corner? He turned around, gripping the tire iron for one last look.
This time he had a surprise. Esther was staring straight into his eyes, a smile on her lips. She froze, her mouth shaped in an O. She held the lotion bottle and was applying the liquid between her thighs. Her look of surprise turned to horror. Gillie was already up and moving inside, praying that Frank was in the corner of the room.
Frank was against the wall waiting for the Peeping Tom that he had heard come over the fence. He waited, muscles tense, ready to strike.
Gillie realized it was a mistake. But it was already too late. "Esther!" he shouted, whirling to the corner. Nothing. The chauffeur was moving behind him. He spun low and got far enough around to see the club come smashing into his face. His head rocketed back and he started to fall, loosing his balance. Then the crashing noise filled his ears and blackness clouded his eyes.
Gillie was unconscious before he hit the floor. Falling unconscious no doubt softened his drop to the floor.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There was no Frank and no taxi and the coffee shop was the only place open for Heidi to go. She had climbed into her clothes and run out into the lobby just in time to see Gillie take off in a rented car. When Heidi had asked for a car, the Avis girl gave her a haughty look and demanded identification.
"You're too young," said the Avid girl. And she was right. Heidi couldn't follow Gillie and it made her feel so sad that she wanted to cry right there in the coffee shop. Even the waitress was reluctant to serve her a hamburger because it was closing time. "Damn!" she cried.
Everything was going wrong!
She played with her coke until the hamburger came. She ate in silence. Heidi was starving. She hadn't eaten all day. Lost in her thoughts, Heidi didn't see the approaching man until he sat next to Heidi and ordered a coffee.
"We're closed, bub," sneered the waitress.
"I work here too," protested Ralph. "If you serve the lady why can't you serve me?"
"All right," snapped the waitress. "But you're the last one."
She walked away, leaving Ralph and Heidi staring at each other. She had seen him before. He grinned strangely and his eyes were dilated enough to qualify him as a hophead.
"You're the caddie," said the man. "Gillie's girl." He leaned close, his breath reeking. "Sure, I know you."
"Yeah, and I just lost him," she said. She remembered his face. "You're a caddie too. I remember you from the pro-am. You teed off in front of us."
"Right," grumbled Ralph, barely hiding his anger. "And I finished out of the money. Didn't make the cut."
An awkward silence ensued. She finished her hamburger without trying to start up conversation. He certainly looker her over. She felt squeamish under his penetrating gaze, as if her body were a slab of meat being sold at the grocery store.
"Where's Gillie?" Ralph said.
"Out," she said. A camera hung from his shoulder and she wondered who he was taking pictures of. "He's gone away and I have to find him."
She looked over at Ralph and then got a bright idea. "Do you have a car? I can't rent one because I'm too young and I have to get into town in a hurry."
Ralph studied the girl, lowering his eyes to her crotch. He had down his job for Esther and gotten the pictures. The negatives were worth their weight in gold. Heidi was a cute thing with small tits and a nice ass and he wouldn't mind sticking his cock up her cunt and humping that healthy bitch's hole until jizz ran down her thighs. His friend Eddy who had his cock sucked off by her sweet mouth in the John told him she wasn't the type to scare. Besides, she wouldn't squeal. He had the negatives.
"I can give you a lift," he said, his eyes feasting on her cunt like it was a wedge of cherry pie. "My car is out in the parking lot."
Heidi knew she was just asking for trouble. The man was older than Gillie and the withering gleam in his eyes made her stomach churn. It was the same sickness she saw in the man who forced her to suck his dick in the ladies' room. It was a wanton, unbridled desire, the look of sickness. Yet she needed a ride to Gillie's house. It was important that she be there. Heidi didn't know why. Instinct told her. She sensed that Gillie was in some kind of trouble and she realized only this man could help her.
Her heat beat was racing. Her palms were sweaty as she clutched her fingers together. My God, she almost enjoyed it. He looked like the type that molested children. Oh, she just knew it was true, but she needed the ride.
"Well, girlie," snickered Ralph. He felt vibrantly alive. His wallet might be empty and his job in jeopardy, but he had the negatives in his possession and this nice girl to satisfy his desires. Get her in the car and go!
"Come on," she said, putting two dollars down on the counter for the waitress. "We have to because it's urgent."
Heidi felt the same tingling sensation at the bottom of her stomach that she did when Frank took her out on the freeway that night. If Gillie hadn't been so mad, she might have let him go. Ralph was hardly the ideal companion.
Hatred flowed through her veins, hatred for this man, for what he was going to make her do. He's going to rape me and I can't do anything about it. It was terrible. She blamed herself for getting in this jam. Hot juices poured from her mound, sending up a pungent smell that filled the car. Her body was betraying her. She felt as if she were going to lose her sanity. Oh, why can't he leave me alone. Why does he want to fuck me?
The car swerved onto the shoulder as if to answer her questions. Ralph had barely turned off the engine before he was out of his pants and had Heidi pinned to the front seat.
"Ohhhh!" she cried.
He lapped her cunt, licking and sucking, biting the clit head. Her struggling only worked to his advantage. Kicking her legs at his face made it easier for him to grab her thighs and spread them apart.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried. Her clitoris vibrated like a tuning fork. His wet mouth covered her cunt like a sopping wet washcloth. Her slit wept all over his licking tongue and she screamed with ecstatic delight when his fingers pulled on her ass cheeks. He was a brutal, unrelenting beast and she felt so weak and helpless until she thought about Gillie and decided to fuck this man because he could help her.
Ralph felt the change in her body and rushed his cock up into her slimy slit, which his mouth had made all soft and slimy. She was no virgin, this cunt. Her channel was tight around the shaft of his cock, but not virgin tight. And that was fine because first-timers bugged him. She moaned and thrashed and drove her twat down hard against his prick and that was fantastic!
"Fuck, baby," he ordered, grabbing her buttocks. He lifted her rump up by the ass cheeks and pulled her to him, pushing her cunt down over his cock.
It was fantastic for Heidi. She felt her resistance give in to passion. His fingers hurt, pulling on her cheeks like the handles of an urn, but she couldn't stop herself from loving his cock. It stroked her with a fearless, brutal abandon. This man was even better than Gillie. His dick went in hard and tugged at her insides.
Her head spun crazily. Nothing seemed to matter now except his cock. She hunched around his steaming sex pole and her tits grew hard with excitement. His sweat lathered her blouse. His hot, panting breath filled her lungs. Her cunt stretched out, her lubricant oozed out and surrounded him, and her hips moved up and down. There was no present. No past. Only this sudden, exciting moment. She felt her body dissolving in his savage hands and her mind becoming part of the darkness that surrounded her. She moaned and thrashed and felt such a high spasm of joy that her cunt fluttered like ribbons in the wind. She was going with it, taking him in deeper, consuming his lust with her flesh and turning his joy into hers.
"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhh!" she groaned. It was a terrible, mournful sound that came from the depths of her soul. Her voice was raw and lusty, filled with an urgency that tingled Ralph's swollen nuts.
He surged into her cunt, feeling her ass squeezing down on his fingers, wondering how long he could stand it, then knowing how pointless everything was because hot cream surged through his shaft. He only had a few seconds. "I'm fucking your cunt!" He rammed into the widening hole between her legs and felt her shuddering around him. She was gripping his dick with her cunt. Hot sperm welled in the glans, a drop spit into her sucking channel, and then another and another until his juice steamed through the seared pussy flesh.
She was falling away, her cunt a huge nerve cell rippling with pain and passion. A searing jolt of electricity ran up and down her spine. She clutched his clothes, the sperm washing over her, and her cunt came down on him, taking his juice inside.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" As her flesh rushed upward into a warm, wonderful soft darkness and her eyes rolled in her skull, a cry of exultation rushed from her parched lips. "Aaaaahhhhhhlit"
Then her muscles went soft and she drooped in his arms limp and vulnerable. Ralph continued thrusting his cock into her cunt hole until his sperm drained away and his dick started to go soft.
His sperm dripped from the petal soft lips of her cunt, the gateway to her womb and unutterable happiness. Fantastic! she thought.
Now where is Gillie?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gillie's head was swimming. When he tried to open his eyes, pain shot through his brain and he thought a gun had gone off and the bullet had splattered his brains all over the house. He could not feel his body-or anything, for that matter. The explosion in his head hurt and that would be over soon, after the cerebrum was hit and shock killed him.
"You hit the shit out of him," cried a woman's voice. Gillie listened. Maybe he wasn't going to die after all. The voice was full of anger and fear and more than a little concern.
It was the voice of his estranged wife.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" shouted Esther.
She hates me, thought Gillie. He opened his eyes to the painful light of the living room and tried to get up. His hands couldn't move. They were tied with heavy rope behind his back. Gillie lost his balance and fell heavily to the carpet.
"See, he's all right," said a man's voice.
Gillie moaned. The pain shot down his back to his bound hands. He twisted on the rug and looked up into the face of his wife, who had a wet towel in her hand. Her breasts hung down as she leaned over his face, the nipples nice and tempting and suddenly he reached up with his mouth and licked one.
"Ohhh," she said, wiping his brow. "That's good."
It was good. Her nipples tasted salty and plump and he had a sense of loss when she finished mopping his brow and stood up. He was aware for the first time that Esther still had no clothes on.
Then his memory came and through the pain that shot down from the welt at the back of his neck and rose from the tight ropes binding him, he wondered where Frank was. His wife was capable of many things, but she would never tie him up like a steer ready for slaughter.
Frank was naked as he walked proudly into the living room, his cock drooping down between his legs like a fleshy length of garden hose. Gillie felt hatred boiling in his veins. That cock had been stuck in his wife and knowing Esther, she had been fucking with more than just her cunt.
"Aren't you Mister Helpless," Frank simpered. Gillie's burning gaze never left his face and it had an unsettling effect. Frank wondered if tying up Gillie was such a good idea. He should have split after bobbing him on the head. But it was too late now. And what the fuck. Gillie was tied up and there was no way he could get away. Frank felt a resurgence of confidence. He could do anything he wanted to Gillie. "You look any harder at me," said Frank, "and your eyeballs are going to fall out."
"Fuck you," said Gillie. He felt a strength surge through his muscles that he hadn't known was there. There was no fear, no feeling of helplessness. If he could get loose, he had no qualms about fighting Frank. He looked forward to it, in fact. That grease ball would be eating his own cock after Gillie finished with him.
"So you're a big man," Frank said as if reading his thoughts. He pulled the dildo out and shoved the pronged end into Gillie's face.
"So tough," Frank sneered. "Wear this in your asshole, Mr. Tough!"
Gillie's eyes never left Frank's face. They showed neither fear nor weakness. Hatred burned incandescently. "When I get out of here, I'll come looking for you, grease ball. I'll make you hurt until you beg to be killed."
Frank recoiled. The bastard meant every word and he was crazy enough to do it. Even Esther wasn't the same old cunt. Shit, what a jerk he was. There was the nice little teenager back at the hotel. He could have chewed into her tail and been content. Now he had a husband that threatened to kill his ass and his sultry wife who suddenly turned the tables on him. Frank was backed into a corner and he didn't like it. Shit, what rotten luck.
"Maybe you better go," Esther suggested. There was no bitterness in her voice. Whatever had drawn him to her had drained away to nothing. She stood and acted differently. The thrill was gone.
Suddenly a ferocious anger, kindled by outrage and frustration, surged through Frank. If this silly cunt thought for a minute that she could dismiss him that quickly after he had beaten up Gillie and tied him like a steer ready for slaughter, well, she had another thought coming.
He held the dildo out under her nose. If the stick held no terror for Gillie, it still did for Esther. Her thighs trembled together. The memory of the electrical shock in her cunt was long. The bedroom still stunk from his bestial use of the stick. She shivered like a frightened girl in the hands of a mad rapist. Naked and vulnerable, she could do nothing. And while he menaced her with the baton, he peeked at Gillie, whose face was livid. Suddenly, he knew how to get back at him and his face burst with happiness.
"Baby, I promise not to let you down," he said advancing with the dildo, pointing it at her crotch.
"Keep away from her!" shouted Gillie. He twisted his wrists against the leather bonds but it was futile. Frank had done a professional job tying his hands. He watched helplessly as Frank attacked Esther with the artificial cock. How ironic! It was the dildo which had started their marital trouble. He choked back the sob in his throat and cursed Anselmo. Someday he would find that muscle-bound sadist and castrate him!
The saying, "you can run, but you can't hide" never had more meaning for Esther. Frank put out a big hand and she flinched away, covering her breasts. Her legs quivered. Frank was grunting like an animal, holding the baton out, torturing her mind with all the evil things he was going to do with the big cock. She felt horrible and wanted to scream and yet, deep down, her body still vibrated from the cock's wonderful thrilling thrusts It felt good and delicious. If I give in, then Frank will go and I'll never have to see him again. She shot a frightened look at Gillie whose tortured, helpless expression made her feel guilty as hell. She would promise never to leave him again, never to act bitchy and to do whatever made him happy if she could just get through the next few minutes. Gritting her teeth, she stopped running. The dildo came closer and closer until the pronged end touched her nipples. He flicked the button and the electricity shot through the dildo into her tit, with a jolt of voltage that sent Esther screaming to the floor.
"Bastard!" shouted Gillie, his cock rising in his pants. He twisted his hands, tugging at the leather bonds. They gave! He couldn't believe it! Then he remembered a cowboy who'd told him that leather stretched when wet. That was happening now. He twisted and pulled on his wrists. He might have a chance. Frank was on his wife, rubbing his long obscene cock along her belly. It was a fuck show for his benefit. The bastard wanted him to feel degraded by watching his wife squirm helplessly on the floor.
"Good, isn't it?" said Frank, pushing the fuck stick up her thigh. He struck the pronged end into her opening and tickled her cooze.
Suddenly her hand began to go around his hips in a swift movement and her nails were raking his back. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Oh, no, this is wrong. God, I feel like shit." Her eyes were snapped shut, refusing to look at Frank. She was going to get fucked in a way she had never dreamed. As he lathered her flanks with the sweat from her crotch and worked around the slit in her buttocks, she whimpered. Her cunt was soft and wet and moist and well lubed. He gathered up her snatch juice and rubbed the tight pink sphincter muscle.
Tears streamed down Esther's face, but she didn't want him to stop. It felt so good. "Please," she said, "anything! Just do it!" And then she was breathing hard and flexing her belly and the dildo was forced between her buttocks and ascended slowly to her rectum.
Frank pushed, felt resistance, then backed out.
"Ohhhh, noooo!" she groaned. Her sphincter widened, hurting like hell, but still moving out, sucking in the cock. Her husband was in the corner watching this show and she felt depraved and unworthy. A slut, a whore, that's what I am. I deserve men like Anselmo. It was stupid, she realized, to have left Gillie. She had betrayed him and all this time she thought he was a bastard. Having trained herself to hate, she was not used to love. Yet she loved Gillie! Loved him with every atom of her body. And she would make it up to him. She would be a good wife and do what he wanted and care for his needs like a good, faithful wife. If only he would have her after seeing Frank dildoing her asshole!
She hunched her ripe buttocks. Get it over with, she told herself. He spread her buns apart and worked into her crease. The pronged head went in an inch at a time. She slowly spread apart, feeling the warm, thick shaft gliding into her rear.
Anselmo stroked deeper while she listened to the secret sucking noises around her butt. She felt her body opening up to each stroke. Frank was feeding the cock in with slow, careful strokes. It felt like a finger being rammed into her anus. Ralph had finger fucked her butt and the feeling was the same, only this man's "finger" was big around as a wrist bone. And the end was plugged into the wall!
There was no turning back. She was trapped. Her butt reamed by a maniac. She stared up at him, the sweat on his face, his tongue licking his teeth as her flesh made plopping noises. Her hole was loose and ready and they both knew it. The hot hardness of cock made her feel tiny and weak. Her lips moved, mouthing noiseless words and he grinned again before flicking the current hot and live into her rectum.
It was a searing, terrible pain. It burned for a moment, vibrated until pee dribbled down her legs and then throbbed like an open wound.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" she screamed, giving in, giving herself wholly to the fuck stick. It climbed up and in, the prongs flashing sparks in her darkness. It was overwhelming, the ultimate humiliation. Nothing in the world felt like it. She cried, falling flat on her belly and squirming like a lizard under his prodding.
Frank worked the dildo in and out of her butt without mercy. He stuck it in like a dagger, fucking her buttocks until she screamed for more and more cock.
"Pant, whore!" he shouted. "This is for your hubby, slut! Fuck for him. Show him what a pig he married. What a cheap, stupid cunt you really are!"
She shuddered, her buttocks fluttering with each stabbing thrust. She felt her body rising and falling with the zinging sex, floating in and out of reality.
And Frank just laughed as he turned to show Gillie how easy his wife was. Except Gillie was not in the corner. He was up, his hands free, standing only a few inches from Frank. And the last thing Frank saw was the fist smashing him in the face and then the darkness.
Esther couldn't believe it. She cried and screamed. Her eyes gleamed with passion and love. "He's right," said Gillie, grabbing the handle. "You do love my fuck stick." And then he went to work reaming the asshole of his screaming wife and watching years of hatred for her turn into exquisite joy.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
If Ralph had been smart, he would have ditched the kid on the freeway, packed his bags and driven as fast as possible away from Tucson.
But Ralph was not smart. Instead, he took Heidi over to Esther's house to present the crazy sexpot with the negatives and throw the girl in as a surprise. He didn't think of Gillie or how ferocious he could get.
Ralph only wanted to surprise Esther. And for that reason alone, he was willing to drive to her house and dump off the kid. Won't she be surprised, he mused, turning off the freeway. His balls were drained and the contentment that follows good, hard cocksucking spread through his chest.
"What's Gillie really up to?" he asked.
Heidi was drenched with his seed. Her cunt was all wet to fuck, but reaching down into his crotch, she knew his flaccid cock was not up to the task.
"Let's wait till we get there," she said.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. What the hell, he was just the driver now. Besides, there was still Esther and he wouldn't mind fucking her even if he had to stick his finger up her ass and march the pain-loving broad around the swimming pool again. They continued the rest of the drive in silence.
Esther's living room lights were on. Ralph pulled to the curb and braked the car to a halt. A thrill shot through him. This was wonderful. As he looked out the window, imaging the thrills that awaited him, his pecker rose in his pants, getting harder and harder.
Heidi was also excited. She spotted Gillie's rented Avis car parked down the road. Gillie had been madder than she had ever seen him. There was no telling what was going on behind the thick walls of the ranch house and her heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Go around behind," said Ralph, putting an arm on the girl's shoulder as he started for the back patio.
"Why?"
Ralph didn't have an answer. "It's the way I always go."
As they moved closer, the deep moaning and the swearing and screaming were audible. The gruesome sounds coming from inside sounded like a freakish exorcism rite. It frankly scared the hell out of both of them.
'That's the goddamnest thing," said Ralph. The hair was standing up at the back of his neck. His hands shook as he grabbed the fence and looked over at the pool.
Nothing. They were all inside. Ralph started to think coming to Esther's was not such a good idea.
Heidi, however, bounded over the fence with the same graceful style she used on the patio partition back at the motel. She was getting to be an old pro at spying on Bruce Gillie. Once inside the compound, she moved to the wall and inched along until she was at the edge of the sliding door. Over the music, she heard the grunting, brutal sounds of a woman screaming in pain. A nerve tingled at the base of her spine. She felt a glowing warmth in her cunt. It was like Ralph's finger tickling her womb. Little bubbles formed at the corners of her lips. She was nervous, flushed with excitement and scared. What could be happening inside the house?
"Oh, noooo! please!" screamed a voice. A woman's voice! The tone was filled with urgency.
Heidi turned her head toward the living room and the two human beings inside behaving like animals. She almost puked.
Esther squatted down on all fours while Gillie marched behind her on his knees, tooling her asshole with a two-foot-long baton. Heidi noticed the wires trailing out of the handle and she gasped. The wires let into an electrical outlet. And that could only mean one thing!
"Beg, you silly, goddamn, no-good fucking cunt," shouted Gillie. Even from the pool, the smell of sex was fierce. Esther was bent in half. Her body lathered in oil and sweat, her legs moving unsteadily. The dildo pumped in and out with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Oh, what have I done?" she bawled.
"Everything!" he shouted, frenzied with the power he held over his wife. His lust streamed into the electric fuck stick that thundered in her asshole.
"You deserve it," he continued. "You're a cheap little tramp and here is what I do to cunts like you." He made a movement with his forefinger and Esther went sprawling to the carpet. He jimmied and jived the fuck stick, stroking her asshole with a frenzy with electricity, and made her howl and scream.
It seemed to go on and on forever until Esther finally collapsed on the floor, but only for a second. Gillie's hand came down on her butt with an audible slap and she jumped up into a pony position once more.
"Bitch," he said. "I've had my fill."
All Heidi could do was watch. She was stunned. Her breath came in short gasps as if the wind had been knocked out of her.
Over and over, she watched Gillie stick the awful dildo into his wife's asshole. He took the device out and threw it on the floor still swearing and spitting his hate-soaked words. His wife groveled on the floor like a slave.
"You're shit, scum, the worst," he snapped, unzipping.
"I know," she said. "I know that now." "You cunts are all alike."
She nodded her head. She had treated him badly and deserved a good beating.
"Look at me," he said. "You have this coming."
Her head moved and then her mouth opened wide and she felt him reaching for her, bringing her lips close to his cock. If he'll let me, I'll never disobey him. His finger pinched her nipples until she screamed. Red welts sprouted from the carmine-colored aureoles. He pulled back his hand and slapped her cheek. 'That's for not coming sooner," he said.
Suddenly, he thrust into her mouth and started fucking. She gasped with joy. Oh, it got better every time she touched her husband. She had made so many mistakes in the past. She wanted to suck Gillie and fuck him and give her body willingly to satisfy his lusts because that was her job as a woman and she would do it for the man she loved. And for his friends too, if that was what he desired.
Her head spun like a top as his cock flickered at the corners of her sucking mouth. She greedily licked and sucked, begging him to splash milky seed down her throat. Oh, that would be good, she thought, fondling his nuts. That's what she wanted.
When Gillie grunted twice and pumped her lips she thought his seed was coming. But he held back and her lips closed and her throat started the up and down suction and suddenly he spurted in a gush. It raced across her licking tongue, down and down her throat like a stream of latex. She nearly strangled, sucking in his cream.
When he was finished and her face was splattered with sperm, Esther lay back, gasping.
But Gillie was not through, not by a long shot. "Come here, scum bag," he said, hunching once again toward her face. He held his limp dick before her nose and wagged End until she bowed her head.
Esther said under her breath, "Yes, if it makes you happy."
"Look at me" he ordered and she did and that is when he pissed on her face. His urine shot all over her nose and lips and mouth and it made him laugh. His pee splashed down her breasts in a wall of sparkling urine and then she was laughing.
Heidi still couldn't believe her boss's depravity. She was terrified of Gillie, terrified of his wildness, and terrified of losing him. She hated to give up the tour but it looked like she would have to.
Then she felt Ralph behind her, making a rustling noise. She turned around right into the tip of his prick. Ralph was watching and his cock was very hard from jerking off. Heidi swung her head away. No not now, she thought. But he caught her roughly with one arm and pointed his cock into her mouth. What could she do? She closed her eyes and felt him sliding between her lips and then the raw taste of penis overwhelmed whatever resistance she had left. It was horrible! And she loved every second of it. The hot throbbing shaft was in her mouth, going in and in and in, gagging her as she fought to breathe, only to find she was sucking his penis faster and faster, her mouth licking and sucking in the same rhythm.
"Hmmmmmm!" she gasped. It was heaven and she surrendered to the dirty man whose dick thrust into her face. His cock head bloated up and sperm shot into her mouth, huge, thick wads of white gooey cream. Her tongue curled around his circumcised head and jerked the flaccid skin that surrounded his rock-hard cock as he poured juice down her throat.
His balls pumped cream into her silly face and he groaned with delight, his nervous energy draining into her face. Only when finished, did he look up and see Gillie standing at the door, his dick dripping pee on the rug. Inside, Esther wallowed in a small urine puddle in the center of the living room.
"I've never seen her look so happy," Ralph said, not knowing what to say.
"You look pretty content yourself," Gillie said. "You'll have to excuse me though. I've got a tournament to win tomorrow."
And he shut the door before Ralph's wide-open eyes and returned gently pick up his wife.
"Come, dear," he said. "Let's take a shower. I've got to get up in the morning.
"Of course." She would have licked his asshole if he had asked her to. Because Gillie was her husband. And that's the way wives are supposed to act.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Frank was understandably upset when he woke up tied to the wrought-iron patio table. His nose was broken and blood ran down his shirt, but Gillie apologized in the morning when he rose to head out to the course.
To show no hard feelings, he gave Frank a ride to the country club, which brightened the chauffeur's mood.
He's a pretty good egg, thought Frank. Not bad at all.
Heidi sat next to him and gave Frank a hand-job all the way back to the course. She did it nice and slow and got Frank fully aroused just before they arrived at the country club. Gillie had to drive through the en try way twice while Frank ejaculated down Heidi's throat.
"I'm going to do well," said Gillie to a suddenly weakened and very relaxed Frank Anselmo. Motioning to Heidi, he walked up to the club and the cheers of the crowd waiting for him. It was going to be a great day. A real great, wonderful day.
And it was too. He shot a sixty-one, finished first with a new 72-hole course record. The media people hounded him as he left the last hole and one reporter grabbed his arm and asked what had caused his game to snap back to form.
Gillie thought the question over carefully. "It was my wife who gave me confidence and my caddie who kept my spirits up when I needed cheering up."
That remark brought a few guffaws from the crowd. But few understood his parting comment.
"I would also like to thank a Japanese firm that helped my wife lead a better life through electricity."
